#bow down before white suit jacks

[jackstheprinceofhearts]

just hear me out

jacks in any of these suits????? HELLO???😍😍😍 king????🥴

[puckinghischier]

i’d like this quinn. what do you think, alli?.. who you picking?

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apologies i have a slight sabrina carpenter obsession. and, this has been in my head floating around for 3 days so i thought i’d share. ₊˚⊹

oh i’m 100% picking quinn are you kidding me? he’s such a munch it’s not even funny

anytime, anywhere, for any reason. and you know what…this has given me a thot

because he wouldn’t be able to wait, ever. once he’s got the craving, he’s dragging you to the nearest empty room, secluded corner, bathroom, literally anywhere he can just to get his fix. it doesn’t matter who’s around or what’s going on. once he thinks about it, he’s insatiable.

like when he has everyone over at the lake house for a backyard barbecue, and he sees you sitting all pretty and talking to his brothers while he tends to the grill. you’re still wearing your bathing suit from earlier, top half covered in one of his swim shirts. the sight is enough to bring him to his knees. the tight material clinging to your body, causing your colorful top to peek through the light material.

he forces himself to look away and focus on the task at hand, knowing it’ll just be a couple more hours before he has you all to himself. when he hears you squeal, however, his attention snaps back to where you were just sitting. instead of seeing you perched on the arm of one of the white adirondacks, he sees you slung over jack’s shoulder. and suddenly a couple of hours is entirely too long to wait when he sees your ass in the air on full display, his shirt doing nothing to cover your modesty.

“jack! put her down! food’s almost done!” he yells out, trying to keep his voice even as he watches jack place you gently on the ground. “y/n, baby, come help me grab some dishes for all this,” he calls out next, turning the grill on the lowest setting he can, watching you steady yourself before jogging towards him.

he holds the sliding glass door open for you, slipping in right behind you and subtly flipping the lever to lock it.

“how many plates do you need?” you ask him, back turned as you open the cabinet to grab what he asked for, oblivious to his hungry stare.

he walks up and grabs your waist, spinning you around to face him so fast you’re almost dizzy.

“oh, i didn’t need you to grab plates,” he tells you, staring down at you with dark eyes. “just wanted to get you alone for a minute. driving me crazy out there in this, you know that?” he toys with the hem of his shirt on your body.

“quinn, everyone’s out there waiting on dinner,” you whisper as you feel his hand trail lower, toying with the bow tied on your thin bikini bottoms.

“guess i gotta be quick then, don’t i? need my appetizer first,” he whispers back to you, bringing his face dangerously close to yours, but never making contact.

you gasp when he brings both hands behind your warm thighs, picking you up while your hands fly to his shoulders and legs wrap around his torso, ensuring you don’t fall.

he doesn’t say a word as he walks you over to the large living room, stopping right in front of the couch where a large rug is laid out. you’ve always told him how much you love this rug, wanting one just as soft in your own shared apartment back in vancouver.

dropping to his knees, he gently lays you down on the plush surface. you finally unlatch your legs from his body, letting them rest on the floor on either side of his bent knees.

“gotta be quiet, gonna be quick. you ready?” he asks you, trailing a finger over your clothed clit.

“mhmmm” you hum out, squirming to try and increase the friction from his finger.

he takes the small bow he was playing with earlier and pulls the string, the entire knot falling apart in one go. he leaves the other side tied, just folding the material to the side to expose your glistening pussy.

“god, this was too easy. you’re already so soaked. you think about this as much as i do, huh?” he rasps out, flattening out his body into position, taking in your smell.

you aren’t given the chance to respond. as soon as he was level with your core, he’s attacking it like a man starved. you cry out at the sensation.

“shhhh, told you to be quiet, sweetheart,” his words vibrate against you, making you whimper.

he moves his tongue in all the right ways, swirling and sucking at a deadly pace. he’s always known exactly what sends you over the edge. he’s relentless, but never sloppy or rushed.

needing to ground yourself to something, you fist his hair, driving his face further into you.

the sound that comes out of him is animalistic, loving nothing more than to suffocate between your folds. he’s gripping your ass, pulling you as close to him as he can get while still being able to somewhat breathe.

your soft whispers of his name only spur him on, surprising you when he gives your clit a small nip. your entire body jolts at the sensation. you sit up slightly, mouth open but no sound coming out.

“liked that, huh? like it when i take a bite of my favorite snack?” quinn smirks as he looks up at the shocked look on your face. his own is glistening, lips swollen and red, and you nearly cum right then and there.

he dives right back in, adjusting himself slightly lower. you fall back onto the plush rug with a soft thud when you feel his tongue enter you.

he feels you clench around the muscle, devouring every ounce of your arousal. absolutely nothing in this world compares to your taste, he thinks to himself. if he could bottle you up and sprinkle you on every meal he ever eats, he would. actually, forget real food, this is what he wants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

“god, q, don’t stop. so close,” you whine. he can feel you flutter around his tongue, bringing his hand up to pinch at your bundle of nerves.

the feeling causes you to spasm, not even knowing how his fingers went straight to your clit considering his eyes are closed as he focuses on driving his tongue in and out of you.

he can feel the second you hit your release, stilling his tongue inside of you to lap up every drop of satisfaction that oozes out of you.

your legs are shaking uncontrollably, your mouth frozen in a silent ‘o’, wanting nothing more than to scream out, but stunned to silence with how hard your orgasm hit you.

quinn doesn’t stop his slurping and sucking until you’re pulling away at the sensitivity of it. he detaches himself from your spent cunt with a loud smack, bringing his body to hover above yours.

your heavy eyes look up at him, chest heaving while you try to catch your breath. “god, you’re an amazing cook, you know that?” he smirks down at your blissed out expression.

“what?” you sigh out, confused if you heard him right, considering the ringing in your ears.

“you’re a phenomenal cook. always make the best meals for me. know just what i’m craving every time,” he repeats himself, reaching a finger down to run through your sensitive folds, collecting more of your juices. “makes me want seconds every time,” he says, bringing the digit up to his mouth and sucking it clean, groaning like it’s a delicacy.

you whine, shaking your head. you’re entirely too sensitive right now, teetering on the edge of discomfort and pleasure.

“oh, don’t worry sweet girl, not right now. gotta go make sure everyone gets their dinner first,” he chuckles, re-tying the knot he un-tied only minutes prior.

he grabs your hands and gently brings you to a sitting position, then helps you stand.

“can’t wait for my dessert later, though,” he whispers in your ear before giving you a kiss to the temple, making sure you’re steady before walking away with a knowing grin.

[lee-laurent]

Under the Radar - Matthew Tkachuk

Summary: Matthew Tkachuk elopes with his secret lover, the biggest issue... she's Luke Hughes' twin sister.

Content: marriage, secret relationship, age gap (it's legal!!), angst, unsupportive family, mentions of sex, fighting, physical violence (not between couple!)

WC: 3.45k

notes: i listened to "Archie, Marry Me" by Alvvays on repeat while writing this and "Please Please Please" cause that's how freya feels about matt here lol i've been watching the stanley cup finals and my love for matt tkachuk has grown hehe enjoy!! :D obviously idk anyone in this story personally, so it's all for the drama !!

Freya giggled as Matthew placed kisses on her exposed shoulder. She was standing in front of the full body mirror in her boyfriend's room, flattening out the silky white dress that she'd chosen for the occasion. The white silk fell mid thigh and had small slit on the left side, a small bow adorned the corseted top.

"Fuck, you look stunning, love," Matt whispered in her ear, goosbumps forming on the back of her neck.

"I just need to do my hair, then we can head out," Freya smiled, giving Matthew a quick peck as she walked into his bathroom. He followed her, watching as she took the heated curling iron and spun a piece of her dirty blonde hair around it. After finishing some loose curls and setting them with hair spray, Freya did a once over in the mirror.

"What d'you think, Matty?"

"Hottest girl on this planet," he smirked, trailing kisses along her neck.

"Stop! We've gotta get to the courthouse."

"Right, right. But after..."

"Matt!"

"We've gotta consummate the marriage, Frey."

She giggled, hiding her face in his neck. He placed a kiss to her head, spinning her around so he could admire them in the mirror. She grabbed her phone, snapping a quick mirror pic.

"That one's getting framed," she nodded, zooming on her boyfriend's face.

"Are you sure you don't want me to shave? Just for the photos?" Matt offered.

"No! The scruff is soooo hot! Jess said we have to look hot for our photos!"

"Okay, okay. Can't believe Jess knows we're getting married, but our families don't."

"We'll tell them when it's time. Plus, Jess is good at keeping secrets."

That was true. Freya's best friend, Jessica, had been keeping the couple's relationship a secret for a year and a half now. The girls had met at University of Miami two years before and had been best friends ever since.

"You got your ring?" Matthew asked, placing the small velvet box in his suit jack.

"Yes, sir! I'm so excited!"

"Me too, baby. Can't wait for you to be Mrs. Tkachuk."

"Sounds so hot when you say it," she flirted, placing a hand on his lapel.

He winked, "Sit on the bed. I'll help you with your heels."

Freya complied, bouncing as she sat down. Matt grabbed the strappy, white heels from his closet. He guided her feet into them, gently doing up the buckles. She ran a hand through his hair, fixing it the way she liked it.

"Shall we, Future Mrs. Tkachuk?"

"We shall," she giggled, interlocking their arms as they walked to the parking garage.

"And Miss Hughes, do you take Matthew Tkachuk to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the man behind the counter asked.

"I do," she beamed, holding Matt's hands tightly in her own.

"Do you, Mr. Tkachuk, take Freya Hughes to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"You may now kiss the bride."

The couple met in a sweet kiss, not wanting it to be too long in the public courthouse.

"If you'll both just sign here and here," the man smiled, sliding the paper and pen towards the couple. "Pefect! You two are now legally married. Congratulations!"

Freya's smile was so wide, it hurt her cheeks. She was practically jumping as they exited the building. Matthew was smiling just as brightly, tightly gripping onto his wife's waist.

"Jess!" Freya exclaimed, throwing her arms around her best friend.

"There's Mrs. Tkachuk! Always knew you two would end up together, Frey. I've been telling you since we met," Jess whispered. Freya blushed, pushing her best friend.

"Let's go take some photos!" Matthew guided the girls into his car, driving them down to a small, very private park. They snapped some cute photos together, before Jess handed Freya a bottle of champagne. She shook it, spraying the alcohol all over herself and her husband. Jess got some amazing candids of the couple, especially as they met in a passionate kiss that she snapped a few shots of.

"Enjoy your wedding night!" Jess shouted, waving goodbye.

Freya couldn't stop giggling as they entered Matt's bedroom, "We're married! I'm married to the love of my life!"

"Did you chug a bunch of that champagne when I wasn't looking? Or are you just drunk on love?" Matt teased.

"Matt! We're married!"

"I know, love! Freya Tkachuk. God, that sounds so hot," his voice was gruff as he pulled her on top of him on the bed.

"I love you so much," she pressed kisses all over his face.

"I love you too, Frey. Now... shall we make this marriage official," he smirked, placing his hands on her hips.

"Any cute boys at school?" Ellen asked.

"What? No, Mom. I told you I'm focusing on my degree," Freya giggled, helping her mom to make dinner. They were at the cottage that Quinn and Jack had purchased. The Hughes family had invited the Tkachuks for a weekend and Freya was desperately trying to hide her excitement, having not seen her husband in just over a month.

"I know, I know. Just thought maybe some would've caught your eye. Who knows... maybe when Luke's friends come you'll find one of them cute."

"Mom!"

"Sorry, sorry. But, Luke told me that Dylan's little brother is single."

"MOM!"

Ellen laughed, continuing to cut up the fruit in front of her.

"We're home!" Quinn shouted, placing his keys in the bowl in the front hall. Ellen quickly wiped her hands off, running to meet their guests.

"Chantal! Keith! How've you been?"

The two families immediately started chatting away, Freya biting her lip when she saw Matt wink at her. She was pulled into a conversation with Chantal about school and if Matt had helped her out at all while living in Flordia.

"Oh, yeah. He always asks if I need anything. I even went to a few games first semester," she smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Look at that ring! So cute! Where'd you get it?" Taryn squealed.

"My best friend Jess bought it for me!" Freya lied. That was the excuse that the couple had come up with. Matt had 'bought his own ring' and 'Jess' had bought Freya's.

"It's beautiful! Could be a wedding ring!"

"Yeah. She's the best."

"You live with Jess?" Chantal asked.

"Yeah, yeah. We've lived together this past year."

"Before we get too far into conversation, let's show everyone their rooms," Ellen smiled, unknowingly saving Freya from crafting more lies.

After a dinner full of catching up, Matt and Freya sat around the fire with the rest of the kids. The adults had called it a night an hour before, but the young adults were still buzzing with excitement. Freya was clasping a seltzer between her hands, sitting between her twin and Taryn.

"No boyfriend?" Taryn asked, taking a sip of her White Claw.

"Hm? I'm too focused on school."

"Lukey's been trying to set her up with Tyler Duke, but she's not interested," Quinn snorted from beside Brady.

"He's just... not my type."

"Not your type? Tyler is like the definition of your type, Frey! Curly haired, hockey player? You'd marry him on the spot if you hadn't convinced yourself you're focused on your studies," Luke laughed.

Freya's eyes looked around the fire, meeting with Matt's, who had his eyebrow quirked.

"Tell us more about this Tyler kid," he mused, taking a long drink from his beer.

"He's a sophmore at Umich. Is madly in love with Freya and has been since I started doing hockey with Dylan. They even kissed when they were like 14."

"Luke! Stop!" Freya hid her face in her hands. Matthew looked unimpressed, chugging the rest of his beer, before cracking open another one.

"Maybe Freya doesn't like younger guys," Jack joked, making Matthew cover his smirk with his new drink.

"Can we stop talking about my love life? Please!"

"It's okay, Frey. Matt's is just as sad," Brady joked, patting his older brother on the back.

"What can I say? Baby brother got married before me, and all my hopes and dreams went down the drain," Matt retorted, staring directly at Freya. She swallowed harshly, now reaching for another drink. She couldn't do this sober.

After the awkward conversation about her love life, or lack there of, Freya was silent. She didn't want to accidentally say something to out the face that she was married at 20, especially with all the alcohol running through her system. It wasn't until the next day that things really went down hill.

Everyone was paying Quinn to get more alcohol for that night. Matt opened his wallet when a photo fell out, not noticing he fished out a ten dollar bill and handed it to the eldest Hughes. Luke bent down, grabbing the photo that had fallen on the floor. His brow furrowed as he studied the image. His sister in a Panthers jersey, her arms wrapped around a sweaty looking Matt.

"What's wrong, Rusty?" Jack laughed, "What's that?"

Luke handed the photo to his brother, who also took a moment to study it.

"Is that Freya?"

"What're we looking at?" Freya smiled, pushing her way between her brothers. Her face fell, "Where'd you get that?"

"Matt dropped it," Luke's eyes narrowed at his sister.

"Oh. Hm, that's... huh," she trailed off.

"Quinn! Come look at this!" Jack waved over his brother, who was chatting with Brady. Matt had disappeared off to the kitchen to talk to Jim.

"Why? Oh... Frey?" Quinn shot her a questioning look after being handed the photo.

"Why's everyone so upset? We're friends," she tried to smile.

"Then why's it in his wallet?" Luke sneered.

"Because... we're really good friends?" she shrugged, sounding unsure of herself.

Quinn huffed, pushing the photo into Jack's chest. He stormed off to the kitchen, followed by the rest of the kids. He harshly pushed Matt, making the taller boy stumble.

"Wow. What the hell, Quinn?" Matt turned around.

"You're fucking my little sister?! She's barely legal, Matthew! And you're fucking 26!"

"Quinn," Ellen warned, but her son didn't listen. He pushed Matt again, this time getting a shove in return.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you need to calm the fuck down," Matt attempted to keep his composure, knowing he could easily overpower the Hughes' boy.

"Don't even pretend to be innocent! You've been sleeping with Freya!"

"Freya? What's Quinn talking about, dear?" Ellen asked, moving away from the boys.

"I- I don't know, Mom."

"Bullshit! Look at this, Mom!" Jack handed the photo over. Ellen looked it over, a confused expression covering her face. She met Freya's pleading eyes, biting her bottom lip.

The fight between Quinn and Matt was escalating. After a particularly harsh push from Quinn, Matthew tackled him to the floor. The kitchen broke out into hysterics. Everyone was shouting, telling the boys to stop. Freya had started to cry, Taryn holding onto her tightly. Even if Taryn was a little upset she didn't know about her childhood friend's relationship with her brother, she was still going to support her.

"Enough!" Jim's voice broke through the noise, he and Keith wrangled Mattew off Quinn. "Everyone in the living room, now!"

Freya stood next to Taryn, her shoulders shaking with sobs. Quinn and Luke were fuming. Jack appeared to be a bit upset, but he wasn't as protective over his little sister.

"Someone, please, explain what the hell is going on here!" Jim boomed.

"Matt's been taking advantage of Freya!" Quinn exclaimed.

"Matthew," Chantal looked towards her oldest.

"He- he's not taking advantage of me," Freya wiped her nose on the sleeve of her hoodie.

"Let's hear what Matthew and Freya have to say before we jump to conclusions," Ellen mediated.

"I-" Freya started.

"We're married," Matthew cut her off. Silence filled the room.

"You're what?!" Jim asked, anger covering his face.

"We- we got married at the end of the semester," Freya explained, more tears leaving her eyes. Taryn rubbed her back comfortingly.

"Why?! Are you pregnant?!" Chantal gasped.

"No, Mom. She's not pregnant. We- we love each other."

"She's 20!" Luke yelled.

"This... this does seem a bit sudden, Frey," Jack mumbled.

"No! Matthew and I are in love!" Freya sobbed, standing up and moving towards him. Jim stopped her before she could, handing her over to her mother.

"I think it's best you leave, Matthew," Jim sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"You're kicking my son out for being in love?!" Chantal screeched, "No way!"

"She's practically still a teenager!" Quinn retorted.

"She's an adult! And they made an adult decision. Although, I would've appreciated an invite."

"It was private, Mom. Just us at the courthouse."

"You got fucking eloped to him?!" Quinn growled at his sister. She sobbed harder, hiding her face in her mom's shoulder.

"I think it's best if we all leave," Keith sighed, patting Jim on the back.

"No! Matty," Freya cried, but Ellen pulled her back.

"Shh, love. It's okay," she cooed, running a hand through Freya's hair.

Matthew nodded solemnly. And just like that the Tkachuks were gone.

"Freya, why did you think it was a good idea to get eloped?" Jim asked, sitting across from his daughter at the table.

"I- I love him. We just... it felt right."

"We... we just would've liked to know, Frey. That's a big decision to make."

"I know, Mom. I'm sorry. We were just happy living in our own little world. We were going to tell everyone later."

"We're happy that you're happy, Freya. You just need to get your brothers to feel the same way. I'm sorry for kicking Matthew out, I just didn't want the boys to fight anymore. And it is Quinn's house," Jim sighed.

"Thanks, Dad. It's okay. I'm sure Matt understands. I love you guys."

"We love you too, Freya," Ellen smiled, pulling her daughter in for a hug.

Freya knocked on Quinn's door, getting an exasperated "WHAT?!" in response.

"It's Frey. Can we talk?"

"I'm not sure I want to," Quinn replied.

"Come on, Quinn. Hear me out."

"Fine. Come in."

Freya sat on the edge of her brother's bed, him sitting next to her. The air in the room felt thick, and it made her anxiety even worse.

"I'm- Freya, I just want to understand what your thought process was when you decided to get married to a guy you've been with for a year."

"I'm in love. Don't people say love makes you do dumb things?"

"He's 26."

"I know. But I'm an adult too. It isn't illegal. And it's not like I married some random guy. You know Matt. You've known Matt forever."

"Doesn't mean I'm happy about it. Are you sure this wasn't a shotgun wedding?"

"I'm not pregnant! We're always safe when we-"

"I don't want to hear about your sex life. Especially your sex life with Matthew Tkachuk," Quinn groaned. "But I guess I'm relieved you aren't pregnant."

"Yeah, me too," she giggled.

"Look, I'll get over this, Frey. I just need time. I'm your big brother and I'll always love you, but... I don't know how to feel about this."

"But it has nothing to do with you, Quinn. It's my life. I decided to get married."

"Nothing to do with me? Freya, you're my little sister. And you kept this secret from the whole family. I'm pretty sure I'm allowed to be pissed! Especially when you married my best friend's older brother!"

"I- I'm sorry, Quinn. I'll give you the time. But please remember that I... I am an adult."

"I know, Freya. I know. I- I love you."

"Love you too, Quinn."

"Cracking Luke isn't going to be this easy. He's really upset," Quinn sighed.

Freya entered Luke's room, "Leave."

"Luke."

"No. Leave. I don't want to see you."

"Luke-"

"Leave, Freya! I don't want to talk to you! You betrayed my trust."

"I'm not leaving, Luke."

He sat up in his bed and if looks could kill, Freya would be dead.

"Fine. You want to hear what I have to say? I'm pissed. I am so fucking mad at you. You're my twin! You... you've always told me everything! And I tell you everything! Then I have to find out through a photo that you're not even just dating Matthew Tkachuk... you're married to the fucking guy! Would've been nice to know! Like I don't know... when you started TALKING TO HIM!"

"Luke-"

"No, Freya. I don't want to hear your side of things. Leave. NOW!"

Freya returned to her room with tears in her eyes, clicking on Matt's contact and holding her phone up to her ear.

"Hey, baby. Everything okay?"

"Mom and Dad are happy for us. Quinn said he'll get over it. I don't think Jack even cares. But Luke... Luke is really mad at me. I don't think he's been this mad since I broke his Sidney Crosby mini stick when we were kids."

"I- I can come get you, love. Go for a little drive."

"I want to go home, Matty."

"Home? Like Florida?"

"Yes," she sobbed.

"Okay... okay, baby. We can do that. I-"

"Come get me."

"Okay, yeah. I'm coming. I love you, Freya."

"I love you too, Matt."

A week later, Freya felt like she could finally breathe. Matt wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back flush against his chest. He rocked them back and forth, whispering sweet nothings into her ear.

"I love you."

"I love you too. You wanna get ready for bed? It's been a long couple of days."

She shook her head, spinning to wrap her arms around his neck.

"What do you want, Frey? Anything you want."

"You," she whispered, meeting their lips in a sweet kiss.

The next morning, Freya woke up to her phone ringing repeatedly.

"Hello?" she answered sleepily. Matthew groaned, rolling over and pulling her body closer to his.

"Hey, Frey! Luke's kind of miserable. D'you think you could talk to him?" Jack's voice broke through the speaker.

"Um... he said he doesn't want to talk to me."

"Who is it?" Matt mumbled.

"He's just being dumb! Frey, you're his best friend in the whole world. He's all mopey without you."

"Then he can apologize for yelling at me and then I'll think about it."

"Frey-"

"Now if you don't mind, I'm trying to enjoy my alone time with my husband."

"Ew-"

Freya hung up, placing her phone back on the nightstand. Matt sighed, throwing her leg over his hip. He buried his head in her neck, his breathing falling into a steady pattern as he fell back asleep. Freya couldn't sleep though, she just wanted Luke to accept that she was happy, why was it so hard for him?

Luke had typed the message to his sister out at least 15 times, but he couldn't find the words to describe how he was feeling. Quinn and Jack, with the help of their parents, had talked some sense into him. He understood that he had the right to be upset with Freya, but he had taken it too far. Now, he just needed his apology to seem sincere and heartfelt.

"Just tell her exactly how you feel," Jack shrugged.

"Ew, you're making it sound like I'm confessing my feelings to a girl."

Jack rolled his eyes, "Shut up, Luke. Just text our fucking sister."

Hey, Freya. I know I shouldv'e done this sooner, but the way I reacted to the news of you and Matt was immature and unfair to you. You were already feeling so much stress and I just added to that. I have the right to be a little upset, but you're right... you don't have to tell me everything. I love you, Frey. Text me when you see this

When Freya saw that text, she couldn't wipe the smile from her face. Rolling over and pressing kisses all over Matthew's exposed skin.

"Hm," he groaned, "What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Luke apologized! Everyone is happy for us!"

"That's good. Now sleep. You look exhausted, babe."

"I can't sleep now! Everything is the way I always wanted it to be!"

"Mmm, yeah. That's awesome, Frey."

"Matty! This is the best!"

He laughed, watching sleepily as she straddled his waist. He placed his hands on her hips, running his thumbs over the smooth skin.

"I'm happy that you're happy, baby."

"I'm so happy! Almost as happy as when we got married," she smirked.

"Nothing can top that."

And with that Freya leaned forward and connected their lips. Morning breath or not this was the man she loved, and now she could share him with the world.

[cherrychilli]

18+

Steve Harrington x AFAB reader, lots of shameless teasing by reader, slight exhibitionism, allusions to sex, teeniest tiniest smidge of perv! Steve

A/N: Inspired by the only scene of Cool Hand Luke I've seen. And that one short scene from Elvira: Mistress of the Dark. Just wanted to write something fun and a lil bit silly.

"C'mon sugar, chop chop - 's not gonna clean itself", he sing songs from the driver's seat of the BMW where he's been toying with the radio, scratchy static fading into a chorus of Scorpions' No one like you when he tunes into a station that suits his liking.

On a regular day a quip like that would have had you pinching one of his triceps, twisting the skin until he crumbled to his knees with a litany of pleas and apologies tumbling past his lips. But today was different because you both knew he was exempted from any retaliation. And boy, was he enjoying it.

Steve had been like this all morning, painfully smug, grin stretched Cheshire cat wide ever since you'd come over to make good on the card game you'd lost the night before.

It began as a casual game of poker over a few beers to make the lazy evening more interesting. You never played for much. The white chips were always worth 25 cents, the reds 50 cents and the greens were a dollar but he had you perking up when he suggested sweetening the pot that night.

"Oh yeah? what do you have in mind?", you'd asked this with subdued interest, munching down another mouthful of sea salt and vinegar chips, half expecting him to float the idea of strip poker as influenced by your viewing of The Wanderers earlier that night.

It wasn't unlike Steve to suggest something like that after he's had a few drinks and it wasn't unlike you to happily go along with whatever he's proposed after you've had a few drinks of your own. The two of you made quite a pair that way.

The last time it was skinny dipping down at Lovers Lake. A shared bottle of Gin bore the blame for the idea but by some miracle of intervention (or was it interruption?) Jim Hopper happened to be cruising by to put a stop to it before things could go any further. Nothing like the fuzz rolling up on you in your underwear to dampen the mood.

But last evening didn't take that kind of a turn and you didn't have to sit there cursing yourself for not having the foresight to wear sexier underwear for very long.

This time you laid blame on the beers and that one swig of sickeningly saccharine Pineapple Schnapps left over from a party the week before for impacting your judgement, agreeing to raise the stakes to include the winner getting to delegate their weekend chores to the loser.

Steve went all in, chips tossed into the middle of his mother's new and perfectly lacquered walnut table, too buzzed and wound up in the competitive tension in the room to worry about accidentally scuffing it.

You considered your cards for a few short seconds, poker face perfectly unreadable. A full house, Queens over Jacks sat burning hot in your hands, making you call, pushing your chips over into the pile with more care than Steve had shown his own.

For a moment, you thought you had it and he let you think as much, his pink lips drooping into a frown with his head bowed, hand carding through his hair to mimic defeat when you slid your cards over.

But the thrill of not having to spend half the day mowing your lawn and weeding the garden was extinguished after three glorious seconds. He placed his cards down quietly though when you read them, the impact felt more like a gavel coming down, sentencing you to a day of doing his bidding.

Four of a kind. Kings.

Shit.

The Schnapps and the beer picked that moment to start sparring in your belly, adding to the bitter flavor of defeat washing over your tongue like an oil spill.

And then came that smirk which hasn't left his lips since. "I'll see you in my driveway tomorrow bright and early, sunshine", he winked at you in that way that had you torn between wanting to flip his mother's stupid table and climbing over it to kiss her stupid smarmy son.

And now here you were, greeted by the same insufferable smirk as you trudged up to his driveway on a Saturday morning to wash his car, hangover thankfully averted and with a fresh outlook on the situation since sobering up. He doesn't know it yet but you're not as sore about the loss as you seem.

Strangely, you had Steve's porno collection to thank for that.

You figured him to be kind of guy who preferred a dirty VHS over the classic skin mag especially now that he had an employee discount to abuse but a few months ago you'd found out that you'd guessed wrong.

You hadn't let on about the time you went looking to borrow a pair of spare socks one nippy evening from one of his drawers and found a busty, definitely not a licensed nurse despite the uniform, smoldering back at you instead.

Unearthing the magazine from beneath the pile of tube socks it'd been partially shoved under, you quietly acquainted yourself with the ladies of Genesis Magazine's Girls/Girls Fall 1987 issue. Recalling one page that had been dog eared, you learned the nurse had friends who liked to get naked and soaked when it came time to hose down their cherry red Chevy Camaro.

Suddenly, having you out in the sweltering heat, working up a sweat and scrubbing down his beamer while he watched didn't seem like innocent happenstance anymore. In fact the whole thing made you feel a little inspired.

So you thought to yourself, why not have a little fun?

Granted, you weren't planning on losing your top and straddling the hood like the redhead on page seven. Not in Steve's white picket fence neighborhood of all places, but you did still have something less than savory in mind.

He didn't even suspect anything when you asked to go change into something more comfortable to hose down his precious car, your jeans already feeling more than a little uncomfortable since you'd left your house in this heat.

Another perfectly cloudless azure sky hung over the neighborhood. Too sunny and muggy and at that hour of the morning where everyone else was still inside. Some slept in because it was Saturday while others slept off their Friday night. Those who were awake were already in their pools or in the kitchen, cracking ice cubes out of trays into big, dewy glasses of lemonade, intermittently sipping and holding the chilly glass up to soothe their sweaty temples.

If the heat bothered Steve he didn't show it, one hand resting on the steering wheel, fingers tapping along to the radio awaiting your return. He'd been looking forward to this all night since his winning hand and nothing could sour his anticipation now.

But he couldn't have anticipated what he saw when he catches sight of you through the rear view mirror, his fingers fumbling, losing his composure quicker than if he'd slipped on ice.

You strolled out like something ripped out of one of his wet dreams, shoes swapped for flip flops, snug denim cut offs replacing your jeans, white tee instead of the teal blue you'd shown up in and hips swaying.

His mouth was agape as you walked up to him. "What are you up to?", he spoke in a voice thick with suspicion, stare heavy and darting all over you like there was too much or you on display and not nearly enough at the same time.

"I'm washing your car like you we agreed. Changed your mind?", you challenged him with a hand on your hip, eyes narrowed into a look as sharp as a knife's edge, daring him to question you again.

"No..."

"Alright then", you eased into a smile, more roguish than your usual chaste, bumping your hip against the driver's side door which up until now had been ajar, closing Steve inside. He lets you do this, something about the new clothes coupled with your 'don't fuck with me' vibe making him feel strangely obedient.

Everything you needed was already left out for you. A bucket, a half full bottle of car wash soap, a sponge and the hose nearby.

You start with the hose first, making sure to bend over to pick it up rather than crouch beside it as you turned it on, legs straight, back arched nice and pretty, ass popped out. You didn't spend that extra fifteen minutes stretching at home for nothing!

It's vastly different from all the other times he's stared at your ass. Used to doing it in sneaky glances in the past, Steve can hardly believe the obvious way you flaunt yourself for him now, afraid if you keep it up he might fog up the windshield all on his own.

Running water spouts out the hose and you're not the least bit careful with how you aim the stream into the bucket to fill it up, splashing your thighs and forearms, the sun making your wet skin glow glossy under its rays.

Number 8 on Billboard's top ten singles of the month starts to play on the radio but it goes unheard by Steve over the sound of his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, watching you wrap your fingers around the thick, cylindrical bottle and squeezing it to squirt soap into the bucket.

It's all so calculated and deliberately dirty, even though you try to play it off all innocent. You even plaster on a faux look of surprise when you stand too close to the BMW to rinse it, water splashing back onto your clothes, denim turning dark, white tee turning transparent...

Steve nearly chokes on the saliva pooling in his mouth when he notices that you're not wearing a bra. No swimsuit or even a bikini on underneath. He tears his eyes away long enough to quickly survey the neighborhood and when he doesn't find any of his neighbors in sight he fixes them back on you.

He should stop you, right?

He shouldn't just sit there and watch, right?

It wouldn't be correct to let you parade yourself in front of him like this...

Right?

Turning off the hose, you grasp the sponge and dunk it into the soapy water, pulling it out all sopping and heavy to wring it out over the bucket, purposely holding it close to your chest so the excess water can cascade down your front.

Nothing could have stolen his attention away from the way your tits jiggle in your soaking, skin tight tee as you lean over and put some elbow grease into running the sponge over the hood of his car in soapy circles. Peeking up through your lashes you catch the way his cheeks blend from a subtle mauve to a pretty fuchsia from behind the windshield, deciding you'd like to get a closer look.

He thinks he might flatline when you saunter closer and lean over the side of the hood. Reaching as far as you can to sponge the windshield, you're certain the poor boy's probably straining against his zipper by now as your wet tits press up against the glass.

It's so obvious and indecent. And fun. Getting to dangle yourself in front of Steve like this so unabashedly out here in the open, sticking a pin in that irritating, albeit harmless, cocksure attitude he'd shown you at the start, watching it deflate with a wicked smile.

It was the sweetest torture, watching your body clad in soaked clothes, skin glistening, the contours of your breasts and nipples so evident now that you might as well be topless.

"Can't fucking take this anymore", you hear him mutter when he reaches his limit and exits the car, hand finding your waist to spin you around. He uses the other to snatch the soapy sponge out of your fingers and toss it out of sight, letting it land with a wet plop on the driveway.

"I'm taking you inside", he groans when you lean into him, wet tits pressing against his chest, turning the front of his blue polo a dark navy, thigh grazing his bulge.

"Why?" you ask all coy, not ready to retire the innocent act without batting your lashes at him first, your lips only a breath apart from his.

"Because I don't think they'd let me live here anymore if they came outside and found me bending you over the hood, darling", he replies, a second before his lips come down on yours.

[opaloharas]

halloween with gilf miguel

happy halloween ! i am returning again with my favorite man ever, gilf miguel the loml. this is just another stand-alone drabble while i plot and scheme. thank you to @bluesidez and @slushycoookie for being gilf miguel lovers 2 & 3 ~

warnings: Miguel being fluffy and cute, trick or treating, fluff, MIGUEL MAKING A SUGGESTIVE COMMENT AT THE BEGINNING, suggestive ending too, not proofread rlly, uh like i said before, gilf miguel is 55 reader is like late twenties early thirties and are in love. this is self indulgent.

as always, if you are a minor, please DO NOT engage w my content!

divider from @anitalenia!

Halloween was Miguel’s favorite holiday. It has been ever since he was little and when his mother would make him little costumes- either Frankenstein’s creature, a little prince, or his favorite costume: a vampire.

So, it was no surprise that even at 55, he wasn’t feeling a little bit like a child as he got ready for tonight.

He finished adjusting his blood red tie, fixing his shirt to make sure his belt buckle of a bat was showing. He quickly looked in the mirror, fixing the strand of full pepper hair that fell into his face.

“Miguel!” You called, resting against the stair rail, looking up to where your shared bedroom was, “Gabriela will be here soon with Fernie!”

Miguel put an extra pep in his step, eager to take his grandson trick-or-treating for the first time ever. He grabbed his wallet and the little candy bag he bought for his grandson- claiming they were going to get two tons of candy so a new bag was needed.

He stepped onto the stairs, holding his arms out, showing off his costume. With a grin, he adjusted his long black velvet cape that was brushing against his slack covered ankles.

“I vant to eat your pussy!” He spoke in a mock Dracula voice causing you to roll your eyes and beckon him to come down the stairs.

“That’s getting you sent to the nursing home.” You joked, shaking your head, showing off your Tinkerbell costume, which was just a pastel green cardigan, white pants, and a little green bow on your head. Halloween was never your strong suit when it came to throwing together a makeshift costume. Your makeup was applied perfectly, and even though Miguel instantly wanted to cancel the plans for tonight to make a mess of it, he decided against it, settling for planting a little kiss on your forehead when he was on the second to last step.

“Gorgeous.” He sighed softly, cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “My Tinkerbell.” He hummed, trying to kiss your lips when the doorbell rang. Instead of feeling disappointed, his heart raced with excitement, his face lighting up as he walked quickly to the front door.

“Good evening.” He spoke in a spooky tone, looking down at his daughter and his grandson who was dressed as a sloth. “Mijo, where is your spooky costume?” He asked, feeling a little disappointed but was still excited about spending time with his only grandchild.

Gabriela rolled her eyes and hugged her dad, “Fernie needs to be home by eight. At the latest. And I am sorry if his costume is not spooky enough for you, he is five and he likes animals.” She nodded, moving to steal a handful of candy from the jack-o-lantern basket that was in the foyer, ready to be placed on the front porch.

While her and Miguel exchanged a few words about ‘letting the boy wear a scary costume’ and several more complaints from Gabriela, you decided to introduce yourself to the little man of the evening. “Hi, Fernie, I am your grandpa’s friend.” You squatted down to his level, watching as he looked you over with a look that resembled Miguel’s ever so slightly.

Without saying a word, the boy hopped onto you, holding onto you demanding to be carried around. He yelled an enthusiastic ‘bye mama!’ to his mother before yapping about how much he loved his costume. Miguel looked at the two of you, shoulders slumped ever so slightly.

You rested your hand on his back, sensing his disappointment, “Come on. There are so many houses we need to get to..” You hummed in a soft tone before guiding everyone back outside, a bright smile on your face.

Trick-or-treating with his grandson was everything that he could imagine. Despite it being unseasonably warm, and maybe Miguel having to take off his cloak that made his costume a little less… exciting.

Regardless…

The childish joy and enthusiasm radiated throughout your party and seeing Fernie’s bright smile as he got handfuls and handfuls of full-sized candy bars (ones Fernie claimed he only saw in movies), sour gummies, and various other sweets.

“Let’s go to this house!” Fernie cheered, his little legs running up a long and bending driveway, trees decorated with little witch and ghost decorations. Miguel kept up a good pace behind him, “Fernando! Do not get out of my sight! You are dressed as a sloth! You need to be slow!” He called after the young boy, causing him to stop and give his grandpa his sweetest puppy dog eyes.

Fernie looked at you, holding his hand out, “Since grandpa is slow, will you come with me?” He pouted, causing you to wave your hand.

“Patience, honey, he is holding your big bag of treats! You would not want him to drop that, would you?” Your voice soft and kind, and you watched as Fernie stopped and waited rocking back and forth on his feet.

The venture up the driveway was short after Miguel caught up, placing his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you to the front door.

“Trick or treat!” You all chimed in unison, causing the owner of the house to smile, “What a lovely family!” She chimed, gracing Fernie with three handfuls of sweets, before the little boy ran down the driveway eager to get to the next house, leaving you and Miguel behind to catch up.

Before too long though, you were holding him, carefully rocking the small child as you walked, Miguel holding the massive bags that were bursting at the seams with sweets.

“So, how was your first trick-or-treating endeavor with him?” You asked softly, glancing up at him with twinkling eyes.

He glanced down at you, warmth filling his heart. He never thought that he would be able to feel anything even relating to love again.

“You know… it probably has been twenty or so years since I have been out in Halloween festivities like this. I remember the day that Gabriela told me she was too grown up to go get candy. Lydia told me not to be discouraged or upset. But, still. My baby was growing up. Still didn’t deter me from decorating. But, that is neither here nor there.” He shrugged, “This has to be one of my favorite nights though. I am with two wonderful people I never imagined I would be with.” He flashed you one of his famous smiles, the one that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle ever so slightly.

Warmth filled your face, and now you were not sure if it was the unseasonably warm autumn night or your lover’s sickly sweet words. “Miguel, I cannot stress how wonderful and amazing tonight has been. Thank you for trusting me and granting me this opportunity to spend time with Fernie.” You spoke, your love for the man filling your whole heart.

The walk back to your shared penthouse was quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, Miguel would place a piece of candy to your lips, giving you an expectant look. You graciously ate every piece he offered you, giving him an appreciative smile.

When you got home, Gabriela was waiting for the three of you. You all exchanged quick hugs and farewells before you and Miguel settled inside for the night. You dismissed yourself to go upstairs, expressing you wanted to shower and get ready for bed. Miguel loitered around downstairs, basking in the love he felt tonight and how he was over the moon that he got to spend time with some of the most important people in his life. He unbuttoned his shirt with one hand, toeing off his shoes while he slowly made his way up the stairs after doing his version of the Halloween closing shift (drinking chocolate milk and eating a few more pieces of candy.)

He opened the door to the bedroom, eyes widening as he saw you in a black silk robe, legs crossed om the bed. “W-what is all this?” He asked, shedding his shirt onto the floor, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and undershirt.

“Happy Halloween, Count Miguel,” You purred, peeling off your robe, offering him his favorite treat of the night.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 31 | Spiked candy

Pairing | Iron Man!Tony Stark x Avenger!Female!Reader

Word count | 2.1K

Summary | You've had a crush on Tony for as long as you can remember, but you didn't know he also has one on you. During his annual Halloween party, he makes a move using a project he's been working on for a long time, and they have precisely the desired effect because you couldn't be happier the morning after. Your dream of being his might finally come true after all.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, costume party, use of pet name (Kitten), aphrodisiac candies, mutual pining, friends/coworkers to lovers, smut (Daddy kink, dirty talk, oral - M receiving, light choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), squirting, implied aftercare), a boatload of fluff.

Prompt | 31. Dreams do come true | @flufftober Prompt | Tony only buys the good stuff when it comes to Halloween candy. But be careful. There's a reason there are no kids at this party. Some of the candies are a pretty potent aphrodisiac | @jtargaryen18

A/n | This one-shot is written for Jamie's Halloween Challenge 2023. As always, I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for enjoying this with me and proofreading it as well! I had an absolute blast writing this one, and I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

Your costume idea may have been basic, but your result is far from that. The tight black dress, thigh-high heels, slicked-back hair, cat ears, and smokey makeup give you a sexy, sultry look you hope will impress one man. Anthony Edward Stark.

The entire day you've spent getting ready, from doing your hair and makeup to having every single hair on your body waxed that doesn't belong there. You're smooth as a baby's butt, and you've never looked better.

Looking this good also means you feel just about as good, and confidence is dripping off every inch of your body as you enter the party. Each year, Tony throws a Halloween party even more extravagant than the last, but you don't look at any of it.

There's only one thought in your mind: ''What will Tony think of my costume?'' it's a good thing you don't have to wait long before you have your answer.

''Fuckin' hell, Kitten, don't you look like a million bucks tonight?'' Tony says, and his hand finds its way to the small of your back as he leans in to whisper these words in your ear.

Heat creeps up your chest and neck, all the way to the tips of your ears because you've had a crush on him since before you had even become an Avenger. But honestly, who wouldn't when they were in the presence of someone as amazing as Iron Man?

However, what you did not know - or were too in love to see - is that he had a crush on you as well. He's been flirting with you ever since laying eyes on you. And tonight, he plans to make it abundantly clear how he feels about you.

''You don't look bad yourself, either,'' you say as you look Tony up and down. He's wearing a tailored pin-striped suit with no shirt, the jacket hanging open to reveal every last ridge of his muscle. Around his neck is a bow tie identical to the one of Jack Skellington, and the white hair and makeup finish off the entire look.

You turn towards him and lay your hand on his abdomen, scratching softly down to the edge of his pants with your Halloween-themed nails. When you hear Tony's breath hitch, you know you've achieved your goal and flashed a mischievous smile up to him.

''Don't tempt me, Kitten,'' he growls lowly, the dark brown of his eyes almost disappearing as his pupils grow wide in arousal.

''I'm sorry, Daddy,'' you say before tapping his chest once and turning around to head to the bar, and you're using the fact that it is busy to your advantage. You're immediately swallowed into the crowd, and before Tony can even reach out to you, you're out of his sight.

''Shit,'' he mutters to himself.

You have found your way to the bar in the meantime, and that's where you find both Bucky and Steve, just like every other party. Bucky's not a socialite, and Steve is nice enough to stay with his best friend.

Bucky whistles as you walk over. ''Someone must have left a cage open because there's a wild animal at this party.''

''Lookin' amazing tonight,'' Steve adds, and it's only then that you realize they're dressed up as one another. Steve is wearing Bucky's tactical gear, complete with a fake metal arm made for him, and Bucky is wearing Steve's Captain America suit, complete with the shield on his back.

''You two look amazing as well,'' you say with a big smile before ordering a cocktail. The two of them are some of your best friends, and they have been rooting for you and Tony since day one.

''Is there any chance you dressed like this for a certain someone?'' Steve inquires, and Bucky looks at you with a quirked brow.

The blush across your cheeks tells them everything you need to know, though they drop it for now, instead pulling you into the conversation they had earlier.

In the meantime, Tony is setting up a little plan that he has been working on for a while. He has made some candy for tonight, but this isn't just regular candy. Oh, no. These contain a potent aphrodisiac.

Now, Tony has to wait until you're feeling snack-ish - which you usually do at these parties - and make your way to the candy table. Luck must be on his side today because it doesn't take long for you to check out the selection.

Your eyes glide past every card by the bowls, and you chuckle at their puns. When you arrive at the last bowl, you suddenly feel a pair of eyes on you, and that's when you turn around.

''Care for a candy, Kitten?'' Tony asks, handing you one from the last bowl he just set up, and you gladly take it, unwrapping it quickly before popping it in your mouth.

It didn't take long for the effect to find its way into your system, and before it could hit you full force, Tony had already herded you to a nearby conference room.

That's where you find yourself on your knees on the floor, his thick, veiny cock filling your throat, blocking every single noise that even threatens to leave.

''Jesus, look at how good you're taking me, Kitten; I can feel myself in that tight little throat of yours,'' he says as his large fingers wrap around your throat and squeeze the sides to restrict your airflow just enough to have you feeling a little lightheaded.

The groans leaving his chest are out of this world, and they only spur you on to take him entirely. Just a few more inches, and you are taking him, but he doesn't let you get that far.

''Oh, fuck Kitten, I won't last if you do that,'' he says before pulling you off, your tongue still lapping at his tip despite not having him in your mouth anymore.

You're panting uncontrollably, but you're also turned on beyond belief, and you can't wait to feel him inside you, where you need him more than anything.

''Daddy, please! Want you to fuck me until I can't walk,'' you say with an innocent look in your eyes, though your face isn't that innocent anymore.

Makeup has run entirely, your hair is a big mess, and your neck and chest are covered in bruises and lovebites from Tony. How your outfit is still intact is beyond you, but that won't last long.

''Yeah? Is that what my Kitten wants? To be fucked by her Daddy? You've been a good girl for me, haven't you, sucking my soul out through my dick,'' he says as he helps you to bend over the table, your chest and cheek pressed firmly against the wood.

''Y-yeah, 'm Daddy's good girl,'' you say with a whine, and before you know it, your sad excuse of a thong has been ripped from your body, and Tony is shoving himself inside of you in a single thrust.

There's not a single thought in your mind other than ''Daddy!'' and you can't help but want to hold onto something to ground yourself, but most of all, you want to grab Tony.

Anywhere you can, you want to grab him, scratch him, anything to ground yourself. His fast-paced thrusts are sending you over the edge in no time, and your pussy squeezes him like a vice.

With a loud shout of his name, you squirt all over him, and you don't know when his fingers found your clit, but you're delighted that they did.

You're at the point where your brain has turned into complete mush, and you can't think, let alone talk, so all that's leaving your mouth are whines and broken moans.

He keeps thrusting despite you becoming oversensitive quickly, and it's almost too much, but somehow you manage to hold on long enough for him to cum inside you and collapse on top of you.

''Wow, Kitten, now I know what I've been missing out on all this time, huh? But you know what they say, dreams do come true for those who want it badly enough,'' he chuckles.

He cleans you up, and after that, you two head back to his apartment in the Compound, only a few floors above the party. Tony has carried your bridal style, your head propped against his shoulder while you fell asleep.

''Get some rest, Kitten, we'll talk tomorrow,'' he says with a few kisses on your forehead. He removed your makeup and remaining clothing, instead pulling a pair of his boxer briefs and oversized shirts onto your body.

The combination of the candy and Tony treating you like that in the conference room has left you tired beyond words, and you don't even notice him climbing into the bed with you after removing all of his makeup in the shower.

The following day, you wake up with a big yawn and a stretch. Tony's strong arms are wrapped around you as he pulls you against his chest, and you feel very content in his hold.

''Mornin' Princess,'' Tony says in a deep, gravelly voice that warms your insides. When you're about to turn around, you suddenly feel a soreness between your legs, and that's when you remember what happened last night.

''Good morning, Tony,'' you say as you turn over and look into his deep brown eyes. A small smile appears on your lips, and you place a soft peck on his lips, which he happily reciprocates.

''Thank you for last night,'' you whisper before burying your face into his neck, and he chuckles softly.

''You're welcome, Princess; I'm thrilled we finally ended up here together,'' he says, and you hum contently. You don't want to leave his arms, but once your belly starts rumbling, you know you don't have a choice.

''C'mon, let's get some breakfast, and after, we'll talk, okay?'' he says, and you agree before wiggling out of his grasp after a few more kisses.

Tony pulls on a pair of sweats before you walk to the communal kitchen, where, much to your surprise, no one is.

''How about some pancakes?'' you say, and Tony agrees, so you get the batter ready while Tony sets up the pan to make them. Once you're both ready, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him, letting you step in front of the stove and standing behind you to bake them.

Even with you standing there, he can prepare them perfectly, and you can't stop yourself from smiling constantly. You don't notice the rest of the Avengers slowly trickling into the kitchen, but they all give each other knowing looks as they see the two of you.

''Morning, you two,'' Bucky says as he walks in, and that's when your head snaps towards him, and you finally see all the other Avengers in the kitchen, looking at the both of you.

A deep red color from the tops of your cheeks down to your chest appears, but all Bucky does is wink, and you give him a huge smile. Tony places a soft kiss on the top of your head before flipping more pancakes.

It doesn't bother Tony in the slightest, and you let yourself melt into his embrace while you wait for the last pancakes to be cooked.

''Let's have our breakfast in my apartment, okay?'' he whispers, and you nod before plopping a few pancakes on your plate with extra syrup and waving to the Avengers before you retreat to his apartment.

As soon as you find yourself on his couch, Tony has sat down next to you, and you're enjoying his delicious pancakes. He decides to break the silence first by addressing what's going on between the two of you.

''So, what do you think, Princess? Was this just a one-time thing, or did you have something else in mind?'' he asks carefully, and your eyes shoot up to his.

''Oh, Tony! This was more than just a one-and-done for me! I can't tell you how long I've loved you. Well, first it was just Iron Man, but when I got to know the man behind the suit, that's when you stole my heart, and to this day, you still have it,'' you say with a shy smile.

You feel a little stupid for saying you've had a crush on him forever, but he doesn't judge. At the very least, it's an ego boost for him, though he doesn't say that.

''It wasn't a 'one-and-done' for me either-'' he says in air quotes, ''I'd love to give us a chance at a relationship because I want to show you how much I love you, Princess. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated,'' he says.

And with those words, it's official. You're in a relationship with the one and only Iron Man, and you couldn't be happier. Dreams do come true for those who believe in them, after all.

[blackbloodteeth]

Shout-out to @chickycherrycola and @mellancholy-morose for pushing me to do a quick snippet for the night (and @silluuuu because I was unashamedly thinking about Thief during this too haha), had a lot of fun with this one haha

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He never thought he was that kinda guy – He had standards, taste. After all, when one is so soul-deep tied to a piano's keys, it's only natural to be so musically inclined. Fine-tuned, even.

And yet this gal just had to come along, brightest spark of curiosity he'd ever seen in that nice-lookin' trench coat and plaid red skirt (he loves red, what can he say), standin' with her shoulders squared even as the lights dim, just before his next performance. The old stage floor creaks as the wheels slowly roll out into view, a dark, ebony grand piano bathed in the shadows steadily being painted in the one remaining light left, all on its own as it stops just a few feet in front of her. And what does she do? Comes up to him, bold little gleam in her pretty green eyes as she takes it like an invitation and starts tapping his damn keys.

Of course, let him step back a bit – He doesn't always mind when people do this, no. Always free show and food if someone good comes along and busts out a tune, and a delicious midnight snack if they came in after hours or were absolute shit at it. But her, no, no, no.

He's a patient guy. Sometimes he waits his turn if there's too many people in line, too many eyes on his prize for him to eat someone on the off chance in peace. But her. No, it almost made his strings snap with just how unbearably awful her playing was, I mean just Beethoven rolling in his grave level atrocious, and yet: He couldn't bring himself to do it. Not even a taste of her delightful little soul, all aglow with that smile and laughter, all genuine because he didn't scare her. She was having fun, actually honest-to-heck enjoyin' herself listening to all the different notes he made out of tune like she was a sadistic little angel and this was his punishment finally manifested.

And honestly: Really she was actually just tone deaf.

Now, you can fast-forward a bit.

That spark in Maka's eyes ignites somethin' fierce as she presses her favourite little key of his – G – and lets her fingers interlock as it rises up as a mass of shadow, quickly reforming into a hand just as dedicated to her grasp while the rest of the piano melts into the form of a person – Him. All decked out in that suit he likes, grinning all his shark teeth from behind her as he looks back with faintly glowing eyes, red like fine wine and midnight while he fully assumes his human form, white hair and all. 'Bout as much of a human piano as one would 'spect, he reckons.

"You rang," he chuckles, head cocked to see a little more of that mischief take ahold of her face again.

"Jack the Ripper's on the loose; You game?"

A dark laugh twirls her around in a dance of indulgence and misfortunate familiarity, bowing her down in a pose because he knows it annoys her as much as she allows it. "As if you had to ask."

Eyes roll, she turns the tide, leaning over him with a murderous reminder of their contract in her eyes. "Then let's go, Soul Eater."

[darkcelibi802]

Signature Spell (Unique Magic) Names and Incantations

These are the Signature Spells revealed thus far in-game. This is a work in progress, and will be updated as we progress through the story. Some incantations have not been revealed, and others have been revealed in other media. Those will be noted.

Last Updated: Stage in Playful Land Event End

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle - OFF WITH YOUR HEAD (Lit. Behead Them)

ABILITY: Summons a collar around the target’s neck and seals their magic.

INCANTATION: “I’ll hand down my sentence. The verdict comes afterwards. Are you ready? Off With Your Head!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Prologue 3

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland Manga Episode of Heartslabyul: Volume 1 (p.50)

Ace - (Not Revealed)

Deuce - BET THE LIMIT (Lit. Tit for Tat)

ABILITY: Builds up damage taken by attacks and returns it all at once twofold.

INCANTATION: “I’ll make you pay for that! Brace yourself! Bet the Limit!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 5-64

Cater - SPLIT CARD (Lit. Scattered Hand of Cards)

ABILITY:Creates clones of himself.

INCANTATION: “I am him, and he is another. Split Card!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-15 / P.E. Cater Vignette

Incantation: P.E. Cater Vignette

Trey - DOODLE SUIT (Lit. Paint The Roses)

ABILITY: Temporarily overwrites a specific component of the target item.

INCANTATION: “White to red, and red to white. Doodle Suit!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 1-14

Incantation: Twisted-Wonderland The Novel Episode 1: The Red-Rose Tyrant (p.249)

SAVANACLAW

Leona - KING’S ROAR (Lit. Roar of the King)

ABILITY: Touches anything he touches into sand.

INCANTATION: “I am hunger. I am thirst. I am what robs you of tomorrow. Kneel before me. King’s Roar!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-25 / Dorm Leona Vignette

Incantation: Dorm Leona Vignette

Jack - UNLEASH THE BEAST (Lit. Shattering Howl on a Moonlit Night)

ABILITY: Allows Jack to transform into a large white wolf.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-26

Ruggie - LAUGH WITH ME (Lit. Fool’s Parade)

ABILITY: Controls others to mimic his movements.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 2-2 (first seen), 2-23 (name spoken)

OCTAVINELLE

Azul – IT’S A DEAL (Lit. Golden Contract)

ABILITY: Lets Azul take any power from the target once they sign a contract.

INCANTATION: “The song ends, the sun sets. Extend mercy upon these poor souls. Now, the deal is struck! It’s a Deal!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Jade – SHOCK THE HEART (Lit. Gnawing Teeth)

ABILITY: Compels the target to speak the truth. Can only be used once per person.

INCANTATION: “No need to fear, I only wish to help you. Shock the Heart.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

Incantation: Episode 4

Floyd – BIND THE HEART (Lit. Coiling Tail)

ABILITY: Blocks and diverts an opponent’s magic.

INCANTATION: Not revealed/unknown if needed.

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 3

SCARABIA

Kalim – OASIS MAKER (Lit. Everlasting Grace)

ABILITY: Summons a large amount of water (usually in the form of rain).

INCANTATION: “Respite in the scalding sands, a never-ending party. Dance! Sing! Oasis Maker!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

Jamil – SNAKE WHISPER (Lit. Snake Charmer)

ABILITY: Hypnotizes a target. They must look into his eyes for it to take effect.

INCANTATION: “The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 4

POMEFIORE

Vil – FAIREST ONE OF ALL (Lit. Poison From a Beautiful Flower)

ABILITY: Places a curse with a touch by specifying the conditions.

INCANTATION: “Nothing to lose, nothing to fear. The shining crown is meant for me. Fairest One Of All.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic: Episode 5

Incantation: Episode 6

Epel – SLEEP KISS (Lit. Crimson Fruit)

ABILITY: Places target in glass coffin and puts them to sleep.

INCANTATION: “Close your eyes, still your breath. Sleep Kiss.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

Rook – I SEE YOU (Lit. Arrow that Flies to the Furthest Reaches)

ABILITY: Once cast on a target, he can pinpoint its exact location.

INCANTATION: “Come, let’s see you try to outrun me. I See You.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

IGNIHYDE

Idia – GATE TO UNDERWORLD (Lit. Opened Gateway to the Underworld)

ABILITY: Opens and closes the door to the “Underworld” in STYX HQ.

INCANTATION: “Game, Set, Match. Gate to Underworld.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 6

DIASOMNIA

Malleus – FAE OF MALEFICENCE (Lit. Blessing)

ABILITY: Casts a web of thorns and places everyone within to sleep.

INCANTATION: “Spinning wheel of fate, keep pulling the thread of disaster. As King of the Abyss, I shall bestow this upon you. Fae of Maleficence.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Silver – MEET IN A DREAM (Lit. Let’s Share the Same Dream)

ABILITY: Allows the caster to jump into other people’s dreams. Only can be used while asleep. Cannot choose the dream that is jumped to. The dreamer is indicated by a white bird-like wisp.

INCANTATION: “To the one I’ve met before, to the one I’ve yet to meet. Meet in a Dream.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Sebek – LIVING BOLT (Lit. Flash of Lightning)

ABILITY: His body becomes electricity, like a lightning bolt.

INCANTATION: “Strike through the stormy heavens, O lightning! Living Bolt!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

Lilia – FAR CRY CRADLE (Lit. To the Furthest Cradle)

ABILITY: Allows the caster to play back the memory of an “object” for a short time.

INCANTATION: “All is as if it were days long past. No matter where it takes us, it will all be over in the blink of an eye. Far Cry Cradle.”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Episode 7

OTHERS

Rollo Flamme – DARK FIRE (Lit. Burning Desire)

ABILITY: His body is wrapped in flames that he can manipulate at will. The more his foes are afraid, confused, or frustrated, the stronger his flames.

INCANTATION: “O crimson flower, scorch my soul and guide me. Dark Fire!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Glorious Masquerade (Event) Episode 5-5

Fellow Honest – LIFE IS FUN (Lit. Rose-Tinted Dream)

ABILITY: Those afflicted feel more easy-going and optimistic and are more inclined to do things they wouldn’t normally do.

INCANTATION: “Come on to the theater! Life is Fun!”

FIRST APPEARANCE:

Unique Magic/Incantation: Stage in Playful Land (Event) Episode 5-6

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[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Apophyllite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right, they have grey-blue hair that reaches their chin with one side partially covering their face, they wear the winter uniform with a shirt, tie, puffy sleeves, flared shorts, and flat shoes with bows on them, they also wear white knee-socks and elbow-length gloves, In the lower centre is a headshot of Apophyllite looking towards the left with their hair obscuring their face, in the lower left is a stylized drawing of them with one hand on their hip and the other holding a broom, finally in the top left is an image of Apophyllite crystals, and a Manga screenshot depicting a Lunarian mentioning the gem, with a red circle and arrows pointing to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below

APOPHYLLITE She/Her Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4.5 Nicknames: Phyll or Poppy The Fourth Elder Gem. She pulled everyone together when Kongo Sensei lost consciousness. She's a lovely gem, but very strict on how she runs things- she's always fussing the youngsters about their uniforms, sleeping quarters, and even their posture. Apophyllite is a jack of all trades, she can teach, fix broken gems, mend clothes, she can even make quality paper. But she prefers cleaning above all else- dirt and clutter beware!! Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: She is the Head Cleaner, and while she has a team of cleaners to keep the school tidy all year-round, she begins rallying every gem to get things (mostly) spotless before winter hits.

[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Pink Fluorite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right with their head turned to the left, they have long, sleek, reddish pink hair that hangs around their shoulders like a scarf with a strand of hair drooping from the top of their head, they wear a suit with a waistcoat, shirt, tie, rolled-up sleeves, trousers, and high-heeled shoes, In the lower centre is a stylized doodle of Pink Fluorite from the waist up, they have their hands on their hips and they have a disgusted expression on their face, the word "disgusted" is written in bold letters on their left, in the lower left is a bust drawing of the character facing the left while looking over their shoulder at the viewer, their hair is tied into a bun, finally in the top left is an image of a Pink Fluorite crystal, and a Manga screenshot depicting a strategy board where the character Phosphophyllite mentions them, a red circle and arrows point to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below PINK FLUORITE She/He Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4 No Nicknames: Use their full name or refer to as "Sir" A total etiquette freak, far too strict to be a Mediator, but she still does her best to uphold the rules to the best of her ability. He was once the Delinquents' worst nightmare, but he started to mellow out a while ago. She had a weird one-sided rivalry with Labradorite, but she has mostly grown out of it. Mostly. Several-hundred years shy of Elder Gem status, but he still pulls the age card like it's a badge once in a while. She's weirdly agile for a gem that doesn't fight. He often ties his hair up into a bun, a very prim and proper gem. Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: Pink Fluorite is actually quite elusive nowadays, he's usually holed up in the Library, making sure everything is in the right place. Despite her cold demeanour, she gives pretty good advice to those looking for it. --------------------

ALRIGHT OK ALRIGHT!!! I'm so happy with these I posted them together because I didn't want to just, idk bloat?? my profile?? I don't know how to say it but ANYWAY I realise these are a bit messy but I don't really mind it? I got my thoughts down and that is what matters. All three of these gems (Sphalerite, Apophyllite, and Pink Fluorite) looked VERY different to when I first thought about them, it's a shame I didn't draft those out, but I' so so happy with how they ended up. Although it's been very hard not to write "Pink Floyd" instead of Pink Fluorite I will be doing some proper art soon ish, I have several ideas, but not not all of them will be pretty rock related, so if you're tuned into my other blogs you can keep an eye out if you want :]

[thorongil82]

Hiccup Haddock and the Triwizard Tournament - Chapter 01

Summary: Hiccup, Merida, Jack and Rapunzel all arrive back at Hogwarts thinking that their 5th year would be just like any other for them; filled with trouble, mischief, and a need to study for their exams - and OWLs, this time around. However, this year, Hogwarts will instead be hosting the re-instated Triwizard Tournament. With the impending arrival of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang, who will be chosen as the school champions? What difference will having the tournament running throughout the year have on our heroes' education? What alterations to the format have the Ministry put into effect? Will there be love in the air? And how many snowball fights can Jack Frost get himself caught up in (see; instigate)?

Chapter/s: 01 of ??

AN: And it's finally ready! Yes, this is what I had been working on on stream.

So, when I started off writing, I ended up in a group called The G.M.A.D. which was born during the height of the Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons fandom - I now lead the group, but that's another story. So, let's head back to where it all began.

Now, to nip the obvious bit in the bud right out of the gate, just because I'm doing a HP AU does not mean that I agree with or subscribe to any of JK Rowling's opinions/beliefs. This was simply an idea I had that I really wanted to write. Nothing more. While I'm sure many of you are mature enough to realise that, I just wanted to make sure it's known in case there's some knee-jerk reactions incoming, seeing as some people do have a problem with it.

And, with that out of the way, I think we can probably jump right into the first chapter from here. Or you can go read it on AO3 or FFN if that suits you better. There'll be some other stuff I'll talk about at the end, but for now enjoy!

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Chapter 01 – Back To Hogwarts

The Hogwarts Express chugs along the rail tracks, puffing out smoke from its engine as it hurtles onwards. Within one of the carriages, three adolescent wizarding students sit inside the same cabin. Three close friends who have – despite their previous four years together at Hogwarts have been involved in a veritable swarm of misadventures and misfortune the likes of which few witches and wizards would dare dream of encountering within their entire lifetime.

The first of the two witches – Rapunzel – can be easily identified from her incredibly long golden hair cascading down her back. In this case, not only does it flow down her back separating her from the soft sapphire blue cushions behind her, it cascades under her forming an additional cushion for her seat before pooling by her feet in a great heap. Her charcoal grey robes hug to her, with just the fleeting sight of her white tunic beneath the robes poking out at her manubrium. Wrapped around her neck in a tight hug and covering most of her exposed white tunic is her house scarf, the gentle honeyed yellow stripes and soft warm brown tones of Hufflepuff.

The sole male in the carriage – one Jack Frost – has shockingly white hair, white as powdered snow across an empty field with just a hint of darkening sleet grey. His Hogwarts outer robe has been discarded, flung into the empty seat of their carriage, leaving him in his white button up shirt – with the sleeves rolled up just below his armpits and jet black pants. Snaking around his neck – contrasting from his friend's honey-yellow and warm brown stripes – is a tie striped with emerald green and frosted white, the colours of his nominated house of Slytherin.

The third of the students in the carriage – and the second witch – like her fellow witch can be most easily noticed by her hair. A great frizzy mane of scarlet curls can only be attributed to Merida, heiress of the pure-blood DunBroch family. While not completely forsaking the overcoat of her robes like Jack, they do hang much looser than Rapunzel's, leaving more of her white button up exposed. For her, it's all the easier for her to not only shoot her bow, currently slung over her shoulder and handcrafted by her father, but also far more freeing to ride and be herself – accursed memories of her mother stringing up her corset far too tightly and insisting she be dressed as an heiress of her stature should be dressed spring to mind. Like her friends, the scarf bathed in her house colours is slung around her neck, though instead of the honeyed yellow of Hufflepuff and the glinting emerald green of Slytherin, her tie carries the vibrant crimson slash and proud golden stripes of Gryffindor. Also, in a mismatch to her female friend, instead of incorporating the traditional female attire of a long plain skirt to cover her legs, she instead matches Jack with a pair of jet black trousers. Finally, strewn across her chest, bound by a thick strap of leather, is a quiver bound by an undetectable extension charm heavily filled with a variety of hand crafted and fired awry arrows.

The redhead in question lets out a rather audible groan as Jack, chuckling to himself, breathes out a chilly breath from his mouth and ices up their carriage window. Perching up on his toes on the hand rest, he starts to trace different designs into the frosted window, starting with a standard snowflake.

“Havenae you had enough actin' like a feral child?” Merida growls at him.

Jack pauses his tracing and looks over his shoulder, maintaining his squat on the hand rest.

“Oh, like you're one to talk about a feral child. I know what you and your brothers get up to.

​​“Oh really?” Merida shoots back. “Me and ma brothers?”

“Oh sure. It's not like the Great Bear Chase of '99 will be instantly forgotten,” Jack remarks with a chuckle, ignoring the pointed glare Merida fixes him with. “Not when the entire castle went chasing shadows into the depths of the wine cellar. Remind me, how long was it before your father limped out of there?”

“Not long enough for me tae forget that it was you who suggested that plan to them, ye' little git!”

Merida lunges at Jack, only for the intrinsically talented snow-mage to leap over her charge – making her slam head first into the frosted window with a frustrated and painful groan while the chuckling Jack lands gracefully perched onto another hand rest.

“Hey, guys, maybe you should give it a rest,” Rapunzel suggests, albeit making sure she's safely away from her friend's squabbles. “Besides, we're almost there. And then we can say hello to Hiccup!”

At her excitement, Merida breaks her glare at Jack and sags into her newly acquired seat with a huff, mumbling to herself, “Yeah, while you try hard tae look for the latest Prince Charmin' to give ye' a letter …”

“What was that?”

While Rapunzel herself genuinely seems to be oblivious to Merida's insinuations and asking an innocent question, Pascal – her pet chameleon that she's been sneaking into Hogwarts every year in light of their strict recommendations of magical animal pets – clambers out of Rapunzel's scarf and squints at Merida, jabbing at its eyes to hers,before pounding a small fist into its' hand.

“Nothin'!” Merida chuckles, avoiding her eyes as she takes in Pascal. “Nothin' at all!”

Jack chuckles and back-flips forwards into his new seat, leaning back with his head held in his hands.

“Well, maybe I should take back that feral child bit,” he starts, “when it comes to you, at least.”

With a growl Merida darts forwards, holding her fist right up to the face of the prankster.

“Tell me, does Mister Gobber know ye're the reason his favourite peg leg shattered durin' the Snoggletog holidays?” she presses, raising her eyebrow towards him as her hand inches closer to his jaw. “Snap-frozen, was it?”

“Oh Jack ...” Rapunzel whispers, cupping her hands to her mouth in genuine shock. “You didn't ...”

“Not at all!” he exclaims, before pointing towards Merida. “This psycho-!”

At this, Merida thrusts her fist even closer to his face – to the point it just makes contact with his jaw before the white haired boy flinches back.

“I-I mean, it was a simple accident!” Jack insists, pointing a hand to Merida. “One this one knew better than to instigate.”

“Merida?!” Rapunzel asks in shock, turning her attention to the Scottish heiress.

“Oh for- A' did nothin'!”

“Yep, nothing,” Jack echoes, his voice dripping in sarcasm as his composure appears to quickly return. “Nothing at all.”

“A' swear, Frost-”

“Didn't even mention shattering the poor thing,” he bluntly adds with a smirk.

“Merida!” Rapunzel exclaims, jumping to her feet with her hands on her hips.

Merida backs up at this, throwing her hands up in a surrendering fashion. As she's focused on Rapunzel, she misses Jack's sly look over his shoulder as he slides back down into his seat, making himself comfortable by resting his now noticeably bare feet on the empty seat across from him containing his discarded robes.

“A' didnae tell him to shatter his peg leg!” Merida proclaims, only to have the dramatically long-haired blonde fix her with a look. “A' didn't!”

“No, but you did wonder what his moustache and hook would look like if it had icicles growing from them,” Jack teasingly adds on. “You said so yourself.”

“Just because ye' asked doesnae mean-”

Merida's protests are cut off as Jack hurls a freshly formed snowball from behind his back into her, smacking her dead in the face and flinging her back into the rich blue cushioned rest. Rapunzel snorts back a laugh as Merida sits forward, her frizzy red hair pulled over her face.

“Fine, ye' wanna play, Jack?” Merida growls.

At her friends' antics, Rapunzel rolls her eyes before glancing out of the frosted window, her brow furrowing as she thinks she spies a few recognisable shapes through the chill. “Uh … Guys?”

“Of course I do! I'm always playing!” Jack exclaims, either completely ignoring or missing Rapunzel's words.

It appears that Merida too has missed Rapunzel's words, as she stares down Jack with a glare and taunts, “Then let's play, s'no-balls!”

With that she lunges at Jack, grabbing the white-haired boy by the collar in an attempt to pin him beneath her. At first, it seems like she has him with the firm grip she has on his clean snow-white shirt, until he somehow finds the space to roll through and pin Merida beneath him. Without raising his wand Jack blows from his mouth a very chilly breeze, pushing pack Merida's frizzy hair and freezing her strands back against gravity. Rapunzel has to stifle a laugh back by cradling her beautiful long hair into her hands and cupping it to her mouth while Merida's eyes shoot up to her hairline, teeth chattering from the temperature drop.

“O-Oh,” the Scottish heiress chatters, her teeth clattering together, “th-that i-is i-it!”

She manages to get her centre of gravity up under his frame and lifts the lanky boy up before shoving him off, making him crash into the door frame with a sickening thud. Frost is left on his own to reach back, rubbing and gently prodding the back of his head for any signs of trauma.

“Ow!”

“There's more where that came from, ye' little snowflake!”

Despite having already knocked Jack off his seat onto the ground, Merida leaps from her own chair onto Jack, grabbing his collar and shaking him around as his head bounces off the wooden architecture.

“Hey, guys?” Rapunzel tries again, seemingly ignored by Merida who's got Jack trapped inside her grip, and Jack who's struggling at the very least for his own breath, let alone his own freedom. Regardless, neither of them appear to have heard her, as Merida continues to bobble his head around despite his best efforts to grab at her frizzy hair stuck out everywhere.

“Ye'! Must! Stop! Tryin'! Tae! Play! Pranks!” Merida shouts, shaking his head on each and every forceful word. Only once her last word is spoken and she lets up her skull rattling shakes does Jack have a chance to respond., with an ever-so-subtle glance towards her shoulder.

“Aw, but Pascal loves them so.”

Merida pauses at this just long enough for Pascal – who had invisibly crawled up onto her shoulder – to fire out its tongue into her ear, making her shriek and clamp down on the offending orifice. As she reaches for her ear, the release of weight lets the prankster sit up with a chuckle, only for Pascal to then shoot his tongue out at him. Unfortunately for both, instead of landing his tongue into a less sensitive spot, the tip of Pascal's tongue lands itself into Jack's eye, causing him to lash out with a cry, flinging the offender off somewhere else into the cabin.

“Tha' bloody snake!” Merida shouts with a hand to her ear.

“You know Pascal's a chameleon,” Rapunzel points out.

“A' dinnae care!” Merida exclaims, rubbing her ear. “A'm gonna kill it!”

“And I'm gonna let her!” Jack adds on, his hand rubbing deeply into his eye.

Rapunzel gasps and cups her hands to her chest, with a quivering Pascal suddenly appearing in them.

“You'd never hurt Pascal!”

“Try me!” the Scottish heiress and the snow-touched boy shout simultaneously.

Together they both stand and make a move towards Pascal, with Rapunzel cradling the chameleon ever closer to herself. Suddenly, before the troublemakers can make a move, the loud whistle of the Hogwarts Express thunders overhead

“All students departing for Hogwarts!” Gobber's voice bellows from beyond their carriage. “Hogwarts is our only and final stop!”

Jack and Merida glance towards the carriage aisle as Rapunzel quickly darts her hands containing Pascal behind her back, letting the chameleon latch itself into her unnecessarily long blonde hair. By the time the two turn back to her, Pascal has all but disappeared to their eyes.

“Tha' damn weasel!” Merida exclaims in frustration.

“Don't you mean snake?” Jack interjects.

“The only snake around here is you!”

“Says the woman who wanted to curse Astrid's broom to beat herself over the head just so she could get the Chaser's spot!” Jack points out, although he is met with a growl from the Scottish archer.

“Uh … guys?” Rapunzel tries to jump in, her attention fixed outside their exterior window. However, to her discredit, neither Jack nor Merida appear to hear her, with Merida instead choosing to continue arguing with Jack.

“A' did no such thin'!”

“Though you're not denying you thought about it, eh?” Jack retorts with a smirk.

“Doesnae matter. A' still got ma' spot over that she-devil,” Merida huffs, folding her arms over her chest as she lets loose a puff of air to blow her frizzy hair away from her face. “And before her too.”

“Guys?!” Rapunzel loudly exclaims, fixing them both with a glare.

Both Jack and Merida turn towards their friend as she sheepishly glances out the window, already standing up from her seat and bundling her hair up, threading her hair through a number of hair ties that grow larger and larger with each segment added to each other – gathering five tied sections and folding them over before repeating the process. As the two look out, the train finishes pulling up at Hogwarts Station, there already being a large amount of people wandering around out on the station outside.

“Oh Gods!” Merida exclaims, her hands shooting up and gripping deep within her scarlet curls.

“By the Moon, we're here!” Jack shouts just after her, jumping to his feet in a fit as he glances around for his minuscule belongings.

The two start to quickly try and grab whatever they've got strewn around the cabin, with some of their belongings – and in Jack's case, his shoes – left laying here, there and everywhere. Rapunzel smiles and rolls her eyes in good nature, handing Merida an askew arrow which is swiftly added to her enchanted quiver. Rapunzel gets up and grabs the small satchel she brought along with her, filled with her paints and drawings along with a book or two, before making her way ahead of her two friends, her hair having been bundled up off the ground in a big pendulous mass of hair and hair ties bunched up, folded over, tied again, and so on till it left the ground.

“She really needs a better way o' dealin’ wi' her hair,” Merida pauses from packing up as she glances at Rapunzel leaving, the big mass of hair swinging back and forth with each step.

Jack initially nods at this before his brow furrows, his cool hand reaching across to thread one of Merida's long ginger curls through the digit and holding it in front of her face, his expression screaming, “Like you're one to talk.”

This in turn causes Merida to slap his hand away and free her curl. The two seem ready to get back to arguing, until a reptilian creaking comes from the door. As they glance at the sound – and Rapunzel leaving – Pascal reappears on her shoulder, giving them both the eye and staring them down. The two look to one another before continuing their jostling as they finish packing up their small belongings, still bumping against one another as they step off the train. While to others, it may seem rough, neither of them minded – Merida with her three brothers all raring and willing to mess up everything they possibly can at a moments notice at home, and Jack with his long running and now infamous mischievous streak to rival even the legendary Thorston twins – it was naught but a splash in a puddle to them.

With their items all gathered up, the three made their way off the train and onto the platform, immediately coming face-to-face with the many bustling students crowding along the station. All looking for their way up to school, from the 7th years on the cusp of wizarding adulthood only with only one final year left to grow up, to the many new small first years – fresh faced and lost with no way of knowing where to go. That is, until the off-key hollering of Professor Gobber grabs the wee flagons' attention, the children following his calls towards the one-armed and one-legged teacher.

Despite the heavy throng, the three 5th years manage to manoeuvre their way through the crowd – partially thanks to Merida dragging Jack in the right direction as he dances between students young and elder, even hollering out to a young first-year named Jamie before quickly losing sight of him, until all three came before the fourth member of their frankly infamous quartet. From staring down Gobber's grumpy and otherwise extremely drowsy three-headed dog named Dogmatix, to exonerating Flynn Rider, or Eugene Fitzherbert as Rapunzel alone knew him as, the four of them had quite a reputation.

Notwithstanding the lone reputation already of the boy before them – with only one leg of flesh and bone remaining while the other crafted of metallic springs, latices and other implements that many in the wizarding world would regard as Muggle-tech, and the story of his survival against the dreaded dragon conqueror to which his famed missing phantom limb is associated, one Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III. His woollen charcoal sweater hangs loosely over his limber stature, with the slightly askew hem of his white button-up poking out beneath the crimson sweater lining, the collar also poking out at the neck. Wrapped round his neck and with the knot showcased between the shirt collar and sweater fabric is a tie matching the

Upon seeing the skinny brunette, Rapunzel immediately squeals and dashes forwards, her house scarf trailing behind her as she leaps forwards into him and crushes him in a tight hug.

“Hiccup!”

To his credit, his false leg is able to take the brunt of the weight as the long haired blonde wraps her arms around his neck and swings through with a delighted hum, the crafted supporter latching into step as she swings him around. Both Jack and Merida can't help but laugh as they take in Rapunzel's enthusiastic greeting, along with Hiccup's trepidatious reaction.

“Careful, careful …”

Rapunzel lets go at his pained wince, instead bringing her hands to her face. “Ooh, sorry! I wasn't even thinking!”

“It's alright,” Hiccup assures her, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Don't worry about it.”

That in turn brings forth the Jorgenson heir to interject with an overly hearty laugh. “Yeah, don't worry!”

Snotlout gives a particularly pointed barge into Hiccup from behind as he walks by, grouped along with his normal group of the Thorston twins, Fishlegs and Astrid. “It's not like he'll need that dumb leg this year anyway.”

He chuckles as he walks away, as does the twins, though they seem to be laughing for the sake of it rather than knowing if Snotlout's insinuating anything. As it is, their laughter does turn genuine rather quickly as Astrid quickly elbows him in the gut, making the Slytherin snake double over in pain. Admiring her handiwork with a satisfied smile, Astrid's pink lips swiftly downturn to a frown as she looks over to Merida.

“DunBroch.”

“Hofferson.”

The group of five friends despite being across in different houses – with Snotlout proudly bearing the house tie and scarf of Slytherin, Fishlegs clinging to his deep royal Ravenclaw blue, and Astrid and the twins sharing Merida's scarlet red and golden stripes of Gryffindor, all having grown up in the island village of Berk – begin to walk away from the gathered four. While Astrid walks with a commanding presence, Snotlout continues to gingerly rub his gut with a grumble while the twins continue to cackle over his misfortune, adding some friendly yet forceful slaps to the back of his head and neck. Fishlegs, rounding out the group, gives them a little wave as he shuffles past before following on after the others, putting his head back down into his new thick school textbook – Hiccup noticing the deep crimson cover and surmising it to be one of the new books they would need for the Care of Magical Creatures this year – Weighing the Scales of Dragonology

Merida watches them go with a huff as she glares in their direction, “Guess it was too much tae hope for them tae have grown up at all over the break?”

“To be fair, Fishlegs is harmless, and the twins are good fun.” Jack responds, springing to their aid. At least, until his face sours. “But Snotlout? Yeah, that'd be giving him too much credit.”

With that the frostborn haired human turns to the one legged wizard and flings out a hand to his head. “How's it going, kid?”

“Kid?” Hiccup presses. “I'm only a couple of months younger than you.”

“Yeah, and just as adorable to match,” Jack replies with a smirk, sending out a hand over to Hiccup's head and ruffling his hand from his mop of tousled brown hair that has grown thicker and fuller over the years they have known one another. Hiccup's head is pushed down by Jack's hand before he reaches up and brushes his hand away.

“So, what was that about ye' no' needin' ya' leg this year?” Merida tacks on, jabbing a thumb in the direction of Snotlout's retreating form.

Hiccup glances down at his prosthetic – the one his father initially insisted he take instead of living metal by order of the chief – not that Hiccup wanted it anyway – he far more preferred the intricate nature of his missing metal limb than having to be adorned with a living metal, or deal with people telling him how he should his innate knowledge.

“Ah,” Hiccup spurs, not taking his eyes off of his missing limb. “I'm not entirely sure, though I'd say it's to do with some event happening here this year.”

“Your father didn't tell you anything?” Rapunzel asks, stepping beyond the other two of their friend group. To that, Hiccup can't begin to look any of them in their eye, instead withdrawing within himself as several others stride forwards before even a whisper of what they may have to do is presented before them. All Hiccup can do is gather his own heart and look towards Rapunzel to further press.

“When does my father tell me anything?”

His three friends grimace and look at one another. All three were rather familiar with Stoick's stern streak when it came to running the school – as well as what he thought was the best way to toughen Hiccup up. Apparently keeping his son in the dark about major school events still falls in line with his ideology.

“Though, I assume it must be big,” he continues, his eyes darting in the direction of the retreating Berkians.

“What tells ye' that?” Merida asks, stepping up next to the famous Haddock youth.

“Surely Snotlout's gloating,” Jack scoffs, following Hiccup's glance with a rather cold look. “I'd wager Professor Spitelout knows and made sure his boy does too. Whatever helps get the Jorgenson's an upper hand.”

Indeed, Professor Spitelout Jorgenson has shown a tendency during their schooling years to display not just a great deal of pride for the house he was once a part of, and now the Head of – Slytherin.

Indeed, each of them could recall several occasions during their schooling years of Professor Spitelout Jorgenson showing not just a great deal of pride for the accolades of the students of Slytherin – the house he was once in and now was now Head of – but also shown a tendency to favour said house with an array of points gifted towards his students, whilst also being harsher towards everyone else with points deductions and punishments. And, while older students had informed them that this behaviour wasn't unusual from Spitelout even before they arrived, according to them his bias has only deepened since they had joined.

Of course, many would reasonably believe that this was in no small part to his own son Snotlout becoming enrolled in the school and placed in Slytherin. After all, Snotlout did show and emulate many of the same prideful and ambitious qualities that his father has in spades. However, Hiccup had also overheard whispers that Spitelout could also be rather harsh on his son, showing him less favour and pushing him to prove himself again and again – a tough love streak that may be shared by his own father, Stoick. Although in Stoick's case it could be an even poorer look if the Headmaster showed a great deal of favour to their own child. Hiccup also had a sneaking suspicion that his own arrival at the school played a part in Spitelout's growing favouritism as well, if his own father's complaints had anything to go by.

*****

“Argh, blast that Spitelout! Always trying to challenge my authority! Push his own ideas!” Hiccup could remember Stoick complaining at home during the summer holidays over a flagon of honeyed mead. “Probably thinks he should be Headmaster! I know that look in his eyes!”

He'd drain the remnants of his drink – just filled at that, too – before slamming the vessel down a little too hard on the dining table.

“Acting all high and mighty because Slytherin has won the House Cup the last ten years … bah! He's just sore he could never take the Cup away from us Gryffindor's when we were students!”

Stoick'd beat his fist against his chest proudly at that before turning to face the young Hiccup.

“When you get to Hogwarts, son, you'd best win that House Cup,” he'd said sternly, mayhaps even a little more threateningly than he'd intended. Nevertheless, to a young Hiccup it'd just made him feel all the smaller for it. “Take it away from that boar and wipe that smirk from his face.”

Thankfully, that had finally been achieved last year when Gryffindor snatched the House Cup away from Slytherin, finally breaking their 11 year reign with the trophy. With their first three years Hiccup couldn't help see his father's wish through, with Stoick's scowl sinking deeper and Spitelout's pride growing ever greater. But, during their fourth year, a combination of tinkering on behalf of several of the other Professor's to undo some of Spitelout's bias along with Gryffindor winning the Inter-House Quidditch Cup gave them the points to finally end Slytherin's reign – a victory brought about by not just having both Astrid and Merida in the team instead of just one (not that either of them would admit it) to push their whole squad along, but also made all the sweeter by their final victory being over Slytherin themselves. Not even Spitelout's rather blatant attempts to dock Gryffindor points in the last couple of weeks in the school year could undo Gryffindor's eventual win, with even Stoick himself subtly undoing his work to prevent a rather unjust result.

*****

“That, and my dad's been out of the house a lot, recently,” Hiccup notes as he nods along with Jack's statement. “I've barely seen him around the last two months. And when I did arrive here, Gobber's been avoiding me like the plague.”

Rapunzel hums as her hand comes up to her chin, her finger resting on it thoughtfully. “That doesn't sound like Gobber.”

“Ah, he's probably just tryin' tae avoid spilling the beans,” Merida reasons, dismissing their concern with a wave of her shooting hand. “The man couldnae keep a secret tae save his hand.”

At that, Gobber starts to walk past leading the first years across the station. At the sight of Jack, Merida and Rapunzel, Gobber gives them a wave with his hook. However, when his eyes lock onto Hiccup's, the blacksmith and Care of Magical Creatures professor freezes with a yelp and quickly hides his hook behind his neck. This in turn brings out a pained cry from Stoick's right hooked man as the point jabs into the back of his neck. Rapunzel for her part winces at the sharp jab. Her sincerity isn't quite replicated by the two troublemakers of the group, with a low chuckle spilling from Jack's mouth, while Merida stifles her laugh behind her hands. A few little giggles and laughs add into their noise, with Gobber turning on his heel to find many of the first years amused by his plight – though some do look concerned to their credit. Among the laughing group is the young boy Jamie that Jack had called out earlier to – the prankster shooting out a quick wink to his young friend.

“Come on, you lot!” Gobber grumbles, waving the first years forwards with the offending hook. “Don't want to be late for your first day! Stoick'd never let me hear the end of it ...”

Muttering that last line under his breath, he starts to limp forwards – pointedly avoiding Hiccup's hurt look as he continues along the station in the direction the four knew from their own initiation to Hogwarts met the long winding dirt trail towards the enchanted sailor-less boats. The first years follow on, first at a trickle before the large swath moves together. Jamie shoots a questioning look at Jack as he shuffles past in the crowd. Jack only answers with a nod and a shooing action, leaving Jamie to turn around as the two near-identical looking boys next to him chatter excitedly amongst themselves and to the young boy from Burgess.

“Seems like only yesterday that that was us, eh?” Rapunzel wistfully remarks, watching the first-years with a warm smile.

Jack's brow furrows a little as he glances at her. “Weren't you telling us some kid nearly knocked Pascal overboard when he bounced off your shoulder onto her face?”.

“Pascal didn't mean it!” Rapunzel defensively cries out, reaching up to her shoulders to cradle the chameleon in question in her hands. “Didn't you, boy?”

Pascal pauses for a moment, looking as if trying to recall the moment, before giving a slight shrug. Rapunzel hums softly at that, returning him to her shoulder. As she does, her gaze catches Hiccup as he shuffles his feet, looking down from the direction Gobber hobbled off in with a tightened twinge of hurt in his eyes.

“Oh, Hiccup ...” the girl with extremely long golden hair puts a hand on his shoulder. “You know it's nothing personal, right? Gobber wouldn't do this to hurt you.”

“Yeah, but would he do it because my dad doesn't want me to know?”

Her face hardens a little at his question – as does the grip on his shoulder. Unbeknownst to them both, Merida comes across and gives him a slap across the back, staggering the lithe wizard over from her forceful hit.

“Ow!” Hiccup shouts out as he starts to rub his shoulder near where he was hit. “Ah … Why is it always violence with you?”

“You try livin' wi' three tykes that'll never listen tae ye',” the DunBroch heiress answers with a smirk and a shrug, as if that should explain it. That smirk however quickly drops as she hears the chuckle of the white-haired prankster – one laced with a hint of something beyond amusement.

“And you say that you and Astrid aren't alike,” Jack teases warmly, a finger pointing towards Merida and the direction the Hofferson witch left. “Slapping Hiccup's back, elbowing Snotlout's gut …”

At each example, Jack uses his hands as if to weigh their respective actions, eventually settling them at about even as he watches his friend with a grin. Merida's face grows red at that and she stomps towards Frost, who – in the face of the oncoming storm – tilts his amused grinning head to one side and leans back on his heels, sliding his hands into his pockets with the thumbs resting outside.

Sensing the potential danger their coming together could bring, no doubt reinforced by previous clashes between the two by any number of teasing and pranks that just had to be avenged right then and there, Rapunzel steps away from Hiccup's side to intercept the two of them. With the three of his friend's attention on them and away from himself, the young Haddock's growing blush thankfully went unnoticed. His eyes seem to grow a little distant as the hand that was gingerly rubbing his shoulder slides down to gently brush his forearm, the image of his blossoming crush filling his mind.

“We're no' alike!” Merida shouts, jabbing her finger in Jack's direction as her flustered voice barely breaks through Hiccup's daze. “You take that back!”

She lashes out an arm towards him in an attempt to grab Frost, fully intending to grab him by the scruff of his button-up so he couldn't escape. However, her outstretched hand – quite adept at catching and throwing Quaffles with considerable ease – catches nothing but air as Jack gracefully avoids her with a spin and a charming laugh, darting deeper into the crowd of students.

“Come on!” he shouts back, waving them onwards towards him. “Let's grab our stuff and make for the carriages! If we're lucky, we'll get one to ourselves!”

With another laugh Jack disappears through the crowd, dancing through the bustling bodies as if he was the wind, making no contact with anyone. Merida growls in annoyance and takes off after him, noticeably lacking the grace and ease that Jack possesses with his feet as she jostles up against some students in her hurry – it not taking long for her to accidentally knock one over which causes her to apologise profusely. Rapunzel starts to follow after them before coming to a stop and suddenly spinning round – causing her bundle of hair to swing out wide and softly bounce into a couple of students. She offers them a quick apology and a wave, using her arm to bring the swinging hair back into place behind her and to stop its swaying, before glancing towards who she had been looking for in the first place. Hiccup had yet to move from his spot, still gently rubbing his arm as he stares off into space – not even noticing that two of his friends had gone off. In fact, he was so lost in his head he didn't even notice Rapunzel coming back up to him till her head had dropped directly into his eyeline, her wide green eyes directly staring into his own green eyes.

“Hiccup?”

Hiccup jumps and his head darts around, catching a few odd looks at his behaviour from passing students as he starts to stammer. “What?! I-I'm here! Yo- Wha-?”

As his thoughts return to the here and now, his gaze returns to Rapunzel's and he freezes, her once querying expression having morphed into a knowing look. His face heats up once more as he smacks his palm into his forehead with a groan. “Oh gods ...”

Rapunzel's glossy lips curve into a soft smile as she brings her arm around Hiccup, leading him in the direction their friends ran off in.

“Come on, lover boy,” she teases as they walk together. “Maybe this year will be the one you can tell Astrid how you feel.”

“I-I have n-no idea what you're talking about …” he replies, his voice catching in his throat as he tries to shrug off her arm. She lets him – not having her arm wrapped overly tightly around him – and just hums in response to what she would call his rather obvious lie, with the two continuing to the luggage cabin.

Upon arriving, they luckily find that Merida and Jack have not devolved into more physical violence and snowball fights, as Jack smirks good-naturedly while Merida with a tap of her wand finishes shrinking her handmade bow given to her by her father along with her enchanted quiver down to pack them into her trunk away from obvious sight from any concerned teachers – as while Gobber never bats an eye at students carrying around weapons, some of the others very well do.

“A necessary precaution against trolls,” he'd told them once while riffling through his sock drawer.

Hiccup helps Rapunzel locate her own trunk as they search amongst the many unloaded belongings and students searching just like them – Hiccup having already arrived a week ago has his belongings packed at the castle. By the time Rapunzel has found her trunk, they see that Jack acquired his and slung his case over his shoulder – while Merida has finished hiding her bow and arrows away.

With the three trunks found and being wheeled behind them, the four make their way from the station towards what would appear to be magically self-drawn carriages. That is, to anyone unlucky – or lucky, depending on your point of view – enough to know better. For a marked minority within the student body, they would see the two horse-like creatures hooked up to each carriage. Thestrals, creatures with cold grey skin and large leathery wings currently folded up against their body, visible only to those who've seen death.

Amongst their group, Merida and Rapunzel could not see them there, though both were more than smart enough to believe in their existence. That was also helped by their companions' ability to see the beasts, and their belief in their friend's claims. Hiccup's tale was well known amongst the wizarding community – having been there as a babe when Drago Bludvist attacked his parent's home. While Stoick was able to get baby Hiccup out and fight Drago off, the madman murdered Stoick's father as he protected the child – Hiccup being able to see the thestrals all but proving that for him. And as the inferno of dragon and hell fire consumed their ancestral home, his mother Valka had been consumed within with nary a trace of her remaining. Meanwhile, when they realised Jack could see the thestrals too, his account was that he couldn't fully see the creatures – merely a translucent vision of them. Any further prodding and poking to try and find out more was woefully unsuccessful, and maybe the only thing that Hiccup, Merida and Rapunzel knew could truly bring down the spirits of their playful friend.

Nevertheless, the four climbed into the same carriage and – after waiting a moment to make sure no one else would want to get in with them – the other students certainly not being intimidated by Merida's glare and Jack tossing a snowball up and down in his hands at all – the carriage began to pull them up the winding path towards Hogwarts Castle. And only when they were truly alone and away from prying eyes and ears did one of them finally speak again, with Rapunzel turning to ask Hiccup a question.

“Oh, by the way, Hiccup? How is Toothless?”

*****

AN: So, there we are, one chapter down. What did you think?

I'll point out now that this isn't just going to be a straight palette swap with the Goblet of Fire. There are going to be some changes, not just with the format of the tournament but also some extra stuff in and around - though more on that later.

Also, I will try to utilise characters from across the board for the background and side characters. Although, fair warning, there'll be more of an emphasis/inclusion towards the HTTYD characters. Just because that's the franchise I'm most familiar with and have more to pull from.

You may also be interested to know that I had been working on this through some live streams over on my YouTube channel. If you'd like to go looking there to see what it's like, my channel is the same name as here and the writing streams are titled 'Come Write With Me'. Obviously, if you're wanting to do that there may be some spoilers, so if you're hesitant don't watch (I do put the title of whatever work I'm working on in the stream title anyway, so you can pick and choose if you'd like). I also do gaming over there and am looking to so some fantasy writing/what if? style videos there too, so if you're interested, you're more than welcome to look there.

Otherwise, feel free to like/reblog and leave a review. I'm always interested to see what people think of my writing, as well as how things change over time. You can also find me on the aforementioned YouTube, along with AO3 and FFN (all under the same Thorongil82 name).

And with that, I'll take my leave. Until next time!

[squeakyfir]

The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]

Plot: Halloween... The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes. And I mean that literally... Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king... A pumpkin king. His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect! No taxes to pay No drama And no more loneliness Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful. Enjoy! *I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*

Chapter 6

Previous ~ Next

After you had breakfast that Jack made, which he did an amazing job on since he found a cook book from your world, you both went down to the the same building where Jack first introduced you and Christmas to the citizens of Halloween town. It was decided by Jack that everyone in Halloween town would have special roles to play to help make their version of Christmas more special and to help speed up the process. You stood off to the side as Jack was explaining what he was handing to each monster.

While you weren't really paying attention, you then hear a sound that came from a baby doll. It sounded a bit strange to you and even to the vampires. "What kind of noise is that for a baby to make"?

"Perhaps it can be improved" Jack suggested.

"No problem".

"I knew it! Doctor, thank you for coming". You then see a monster you haven't seen yet and boy did he look creepy. He was as white as Jack's skull, had small hands, a mouth similar to that of a crocodile, wore rubber gloves on his tiny hands, small glasses that looked like they're from the matrix, wore a lab coat and was in a motorized wheelchair. He was surely the creepiest one yet. "We need some of these". You couldn't see what Jack was showing this monster but before you could ask to see, the monster said, "Their construction should be exceedingly simple, I think".

"How horrible our Christmas will be" said the mayor with joy.

"Nooo", Jack said correcting the mayor when his face then switched over to being that scared and worried face, "How Jolly"!

"Oh. How 'jolly' our Christmas will be". Immediately after he said that, objects were then thrown at the mayor and when you looked to where it came from, it was from three little monsters. Three new ones that wore masks which were a devil, a skeleton and a witch. They looked like children to be honest. "What are you doing here"?

"Jack sent for us" said the devil.

"Specifically" said the witch.

"By name" said the skeleton.

"Lock".

"Shock".

"Barrel".

"Jack! Jack, it's Oogies boys". Jack looked over and smiled delightfully when he saw the small monsters. "Ah, Halloweens finest trick or treaters. The job I have for you that is top secret. It requires craft, cunning, mischief".

"And we thought you didn't like us, Jack" said Shock. The three of them then started laughing mischievously. It was enough for you to realize that they can't be trusted. "Absolutely no one must know about this. Not a soul! Now..."

Jack then started whispering to the three about what his plan was and you tried listening in but it was really difficult to listen in. Dang, Jack was an expert at being quiet. I guess that's why he's the pumpkin king. The mayor also tried listening in but also failed. He thought he could use his megaphone as a way to hear better by placing it up to his ear, which by the way, he looks like he doesn't even have ears. It wasn't working for him so he thought there was something wrong with it and stuck his hand into his megaphone only to get his finger bitten by a spider. "Ow"! He placed the spider back on his shirt was now acting as a bow tie.

This place was just weird but awesome at the same time.

"And another thing. Leave that no account Oogie Boogie OUT OF THIS" said Jack.

"Whatever you say Jack".

"Of course, Jack".

"Wouldn't dream of it Jack". All three of them put one of their hands behind thier back and when you looked over, they had their fingers crossed. You felt like they would do something terrible and somehow Jack didn't notice. The three monster children noticed you and went over to get a better look at you.

"Who is she"?

"She's strange and different".

"She's hideous".

You felt like they were making fun of you as they stood around you and when you were going to abject and yell at them for being so rude, Jack said, "Oh, this is (Y/n). She's new to Halloween town". The three monster children cackled and then ran off. "Rude" you muttered to yourself. Jack heard you and asked, "What's wrong (Y/n)? Did Lock, Shock and Barrel say something wrong"?

"They just called me ugly"!

"Uhm... They said that you were hideous and... Oh! Let me explain. Hideous here means beautiful, so they called you beautiful". You didn't understand but the more you thought about it, it made more sense. Things were supposed to be creepy here and they all embraced it. After understanding this you decided to do something that made you really question this place and it's logic. "Well then Jack, I think your hideous". He had a blush appear on his skull. That surprised you and he smiled shyly and he said, "And I you, (Y/n)".

The line of monsters was getting shorter and it was now at the point of where you tried to stay awake. Jack was completely over thinking everything when it came to Christmas. For example, this...

Jack was holding a string of bells and said, "It goes something like this". Jack then tapped the bells in the tune of 'Jingle Bells'. "How about it? Think you can manage"?

The three monsters that played instruments then started to play the tune but it was incredibly off key and sounded so depressing and cringy. It ended on a high note and it was so loud that it woke the mayor up from a small nap he was having. "Next"!

"Fantastic! Now why don't you all you practice on that and we'll be in great shape"! The next monster was the monster with the axe in his head. "This device is called 'a nut cracker'-".

"Jack! Jack! We caught him! We caught him" said the three monster children.

"Perfect! Open it, quickly"! The three monster children then opened the sack and out popped the easter bunny that was pink with a ribbon around him that read "Happy Easter" and he also held an easter basket with eggs inside. "That's not Sandy Claws".

"It isn't"?

"Who is it"?

The bunny then hopped over to you and the monster with an axe in his head. The monster pointed at the bunny and said, "Bunny"! The bunny got scared and jumped back into the sack. "Not Sandy Claws! Take him back"!

"We followed your instructions".

"We went through the door".

"Which door" asked Jack with slight anger, "theres more than one". Jack then pulled out a Christmas tree cookie, "Sandy Claws is behind the door shaped like this"!

"I told you"! The three monster children then started to fight each other in the way that siblings would fight. Jack was getting annoyed by this and since you couldn't see what he was doing, he then roared at the children which made them stare in horror. "I'm very sorry for the inconvenience sir" said Jack to the Easter bunny. "Take him home first! And apologize again! Be careful with Sandy Claws when you fetch him. Treat him nicely"!

"Got it".

"We'll get it right..."

"Next time".

Jack turned back to the monster with an axe in his head and finished up with him and he was the last monster in the line. "Well, that's everybody". You mentally cheered but then heard Jack sigh in disappointment. "What's wrong, Jack"? He showed you a drawing of him in a Santa outfit that would fit him perfectly. "My Sandy Claws outfit. I don't have anyone else to make it for me. No one else knows how to sew in our town". He had a huge frown form on his skull and that hit you hard. "Jack"?

"Yes"?

"Maybe... I could make it"? Jack's frown turned into a bright and happy grin. "You really think you can"?

"Sure. I took a sewing class when I was ten and I'm confident I can pull it off". Jack then, without warning, pulled you into a tight embrace of relief and happiness. "Thank you so much (Y/n)! How long do you think it'll take"?

"I'm not sure. Probably a couple days before Christmas if I'm honest. If I rush it then it may not come out right".

"Of course, I understand". Jack hugged you again. "Thank you so much (Y/n). This means so much to me". You hugged back and you still thought that this whole thing was a bad idea. How does something that's terrifying combine with something that's meant to be joyful? Simple answer...

It doesn't.

But Jack won't understand and even if you tried to explain he still wouldn't listen. But you were a supportive person and had to help Jack with this Christmas thing. But you still had that terrible feeling in your stomach and you kept remembering that dream you had about that tiny Christmas tree. It really did seem like the foreseeable outcome if Jack stays on this path but there's no stopping him.

He's determined...

[divine-knight-hand]

“It’s Not Safe Here!”

Chapter 4: Family Values

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Content Warnings: Angst, discussion of character deaths, walking in on masturbation, p in v, riding, pleasure crying, mention of leaving a hickey, explicit consent, and use of a condom.

Notes: Finally! I did it! I finished chapter four! Be prepared for backstories, more plot, and original characters for Y/N's story. I feel the need to remind everyone of the heavy canon divergence in this series.

Originally, this chapter wasn’t going to involve smut, but I think Michael deserves to feel happy after the torture I put him through. Besides, I know what we're all here for, so let's just get straight to it~

I also totally self-indulged a little because characters being caught jacking off is one of my favorite smut setup tropes (or whatever you wanna call it). Okay, I'm done talking your ears off now. Enjoy! Hehehe!

Word Count: 3,775

Dividers by @cafekitsune

William Afton was a sadistic douchebag. That much was obvious, especially now. Wherever he went, he only ever brought suffering with him. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that he enjoyed the look of pain and torture on others. He was foul, and his latest act of malice took the cake.

It was 6:30 AM the day after my meeting with him when he and Henry gathered me, Michael, and a handful of other employees I could have sworn I’d never seen before into the party room. We sat at a single table, and I dutifully crossed one leg over the other as we observed the two tall tarped items that seemed to tower over all of us.

I smoothed the front of my white dress shirt, which I had neatly tucked into a sleek pair of navy dress pants, waiting for either of my bosses to say something. When silence proceeded to thicken the air, I uncrossed my legs, anxiously tapping the heel of my ankle boot in a trademark anxious knee bounce.

Michael seemed to notice my shaking leg and reached over to hold my hand, which was conveniently left on the table in front of me. I smiled up at him as he squeezed my hand, my leg slowing, but not stopping. Something’s wrong here. I can feel it…

Henry smiled at William, breaking the silence, “Well, since they’re all itching to hear what we’ve got with us, why don’t you show them all what we’ve got, Afton?”

“I’ll let you do the talking, Em.” I could have sworn I saw William cast a sour glance at me.

“Okay!” Henry clapped his hands together with a smile. “While tinkering away in our shared workshop, my business partner here and I have made a revolutionary breakthrough in robotics.”

Excited murmurs began to fill the room as my stomach dropped. Is this where our funds have been going this whole time? Damnit, William!

The murmurs stopped with a wave of Henry’s hands. “Now, after years of hard work, we would like to present to you-” Henry motioned toward William, who dropped the tarps with a sinister grin. “-the first-ever springlock suits in robotics history!”

As applause sounded behind me, my jaw dropped at the two tall figures that towered over us. A yellow bear with a purple top hat and matching purple bow stood beside a yellow rabbit with an identical bow. They both had glassy yellow eyes that made them seem lifeless. The sight sent a shiver down my spine.

“Say hello to Fredbear and Spring Bonnie!” Henry’s warm smile juxtaposed the horrifying scene right behind him. “They’ll be unveiled as new additions to the Fazbear crew tomorrow morning.”

“Cool! New characters!” I heard an employee enthuse from somewhere behind me.

“Not just any new characters.” William stepped beside Henry. “These are state-of-the-art springlock suits.” He smirked as he knocked on Fredbear’s shoulder, seeming satisfied with the resulting metal clanging. “Programmed to walk around when not occupied. But, to put them in costume mode, you twist a little handle inside and all the animatronic parts compress to make space for a human to fit inside.”

More excited murmurs launched from the other employees as I noticed Michael tense up. He gave my hand an anxious squeeze.

“This is dangerous!” The murmurs instantly stopped at my outburst. William scowled at me as I continued. “I mean, what if someone’s trapped in there and the animatronic parts snap back into place? Think of the lawsuits! Not to mention, I don’t think a human being could survive that type of injury.” Another anxious hand squeeze from Michael told me that was a poor choice of words. I mentally kicked myself for being so insensitive.

About four months ago, he let me in on one of his darkest secrets. Something that had been plaguing him with guilt for most of his life. 

He was about 16 years old when William let Michael and his little siblings, Elizabeth and Evan, run wild in an off-site storage unit for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. It was Evan’s tenth birthday, so William thought a storage site with half-finished machinery was a decent party setting. Though the restaurant hadn’t been established yet, he and Henry still wanted a base of operations for the animatronics they were working on.

Since Evan didn’t make friends easily, his mother, Clara, suggested that Michael invite his friends to Evan’s party to keep him company. This proved to be Evan’s worst nightmare, since Michael and his friends used to tease and bully him.

Evan feared one animatronic the most, so Michael and his friends thought it would be a funny prank to hoist him up to eye level with it. Evan squirmed around so much that his head ended up in its mouth. The last thing Michael heard from Evan was his crying before the animatronic’s jaw clamped shut over his head, crushing his skull and killing him.

Michael ran to get William for help, only to be harshly blamed, chastised, and even abused for Evan’s death. Clara later grew furious with William for being so cold to his own son after what was clearly an accident in an already unsafe environment, and the two began to argue, which didn’t help Michael’s situation at all.

To further add to the tragedy, Elizabeth disappeared that very same day after running off to play with another animatronic in the storage unit by herself. This only fueled William’s rage toward Michael. I couldn’t imagine how alone and scared Michael felt after having both of his siblings ripped from him at once, only to grow distant from his parents as well.

I remembered holding Michael as he sobbed after telling that story. My heart broke for him, and it took everything out of me not to cry alongside him. I appreciated that he felt comfortable enough to open up to me about this. We’d come so far together, and I wanted to be there for him in any way I could, even if all I could do was hold him.

So, that’s what I did. I held him as he buried his face in my shoulder, and rubbed his back as it heaved with each breath and sob. I felt almost useless beyond that. I’m not great with words when it comes to making people feel better. In that moment, I wished for some sort of magic spell that I could incant to put him at ease. Though the perfect words never came to me, Michael said that he appreciated my comfort.

I wouldn’t know anything about what coming from a broken family feels like. I was one of the lucky ones, having been raised by parents who treated me well in the big city. New York, to be exact. I was studying finances and entrepreneurship in college, hoping to someday open a business of my own, but I felt I wasn’t getting the hands-on experience that I needed. I felt that I was missing something.

One day, as I was coming home from college, my neighbor, Edith, stopped me and told me that her friend, Adelaide, told her that Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was looking for a financial advisor. Edith was always a sweet lady. I considered her like a grandma to me. My grandma-like image of her was only further supported by the fact that she baked my family cookies every Friday. It was nice that she looked out for me like that. She always made it clear that she had my best interest at heart, and I appreciated it. Not to mention that she just introduced me to what could have been the opportunity of a lifetime for me. This is it! I thought, This could be what I was missing all this time!

Edith gave me Adelaide’s phone number and I found out that the pizzeria was located all the way in Hurricane, Utah. My heart dropped at how far away it was from home, but Adelaide told me not to lose hope yet and later sent me a newspaper clipping in the mail with additional information about the restaurant. I was instantly enthralled by the bright colors and silly characters in the ad, as well as the promise of experience with managing finances in a real-life business setting. It was a long shot, but I summoned my strength and applied for the position. Before I knew it, I was accepted.

My parents were confused as to why I was suddenly so eager to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere, but I had my mind set on my future. Besides, I had originally planned on moving back to New York once I was ready to launch my own business. I dropped out of college, packed up, and set off across the country to move in with Adelaide. My priorities quickly shifted when I met Michael. Suddenly, I had a lover, and staying in a small town didn’t sound so bad. Though, starting my own business wasn’t completely out of the realm of possibility…

Remembering how amused I used to be by the animatronics only made me feel bitter now, considering that each and every one was a walking death trap after hours. Once Michael gave my hand another anxious squeeze, my mind refocused on the worst of it, which stood right in front of the table we sat at.

“I can assure you that the springlock suits are completely safe.” Henry nervously chuckled, wringing his hands.

“Besides, me and my partner over here will be the only ones wearing the suits.” William reassured. “If there was any risk, which there isn’t,” He glared daggers at me. “Henry and I would be the only ones taking it. So, we’re not liable for anyone else’s physical well-being in that aspect.”

“How could you?!” Michael shot out of his chair, my hand left forgotten on the table, as he seemed to finally reach his breaking point. “How could you finish the project that-”

“If you finish that sentence the way I think you’re going to finish it, son, let me remind you who brought about that outcome.” William’s face was red with fury as he wagged his finger at Michael. “That was no fault of mine, boy.” Bastard! I wanted to scream and slap the shit out of William, but I sat still, swallowing bile instead. I almost got fired yesterday for yelling at the man. I didn’t need to risk a criminal assault charge next.

Michael clenched his jaw before he spat, “How could you even look at that face, knowing what it did?” He motioned to Fredbear, and I finally put the pieces together.

Fredbear was the animatronic that killed Evan. Fredbear killed Michael’s little brother, and William finished building it anyway. This was the most insensitive thing I’d ever seen him do. I felt nauseous.

“I believe whatever we’re discussing here can wait until after hours.” Henry stepped between the arguing two. “Right?”

The two glared at each other as if Henry wasn’t even there. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension before Michael broke the silence.

“Yeah.” He slowly backed away from the table, eyes unmoving from William. “Fine.” With that, he stormed out of the party room.

“Michael!” I lept out of my chair and quickly followed him. I heard Henry let out a defeated sigh behind me as I left the room.

As I reached the security office, I found Michael sitting in his chair with his face in his hands.

“Michael?” Though my call was just barely louder than a whisper, his head instantly shot up at the sound of my voice.

“Oh. Hello, love.” Michael’s watery eyes met mine, but his hands didn’t completely leave his face. The parts of his face that were showing through his hands were red and blotchy. I felt my heart sink at the sight of him.

“You shouldn’t listen to William.” I walked over and grabbed his hands, slowly coaxing them from his face. “His area of expertise is limited to creepy robots.” Creepy killer robots, but this didn’t seem like an appropriate time to bring that up. “For what it’s worth, I’m with you. This whole springlock thing is a stupid idea, and you deserve to be heard when trying to speak your mind.”

Michael sadly smiled. “Thank you, darling. That means a lot. It’s just-” He sighed. “What is going through my father’s head?”

“Who knows?” I brought Michael into a loose embrace, and he rested his head on my chest. “Your old man is crazy.”

Michael half-heartedly chuckled at my remark. “When is he not?”

“Hello, Fazbear crew~” The sing-songy voice sounded from one of the security cameras, instantly catching my attention. I recognized the woman’s medium frame and wavy auburn shoulder-length hair as she walked on-screen.

“Hello!” William greeted his wife.

“You forgot your lunch, dear!” She strolled over, handing him a paper bag and kissing him on the cheek.

“How forgetful of me.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Thank you, doll.”

As I watched the exchange, I remembered what I’d witnessed the day before between William and Henry. My stomach twisted with guilt. Maybe I should have told her what I saw. I wished I’d never even caught William cheating on her in the first place. I wished I didn’t bear the burden of knowing what William did at work.

Clara seemed like a kind and gentle woman. I didn’t think she deserved to feel the pain that came with finding out that her husband cheated on her. Then again, I didn’t think she deserved to be cheated on in the first place.

I was torn between whether or not I should tell her. Would it be better for her to find out after everything she’s been through or suffer a silent misdeed in ignorant bliss?

Michael let out a heavy sigh, bringing my attention back to him. “I think I’ll be heading home now.”

I let him stand up before wrapping him in a tighter hug. “Of course. Take care of yourself, okay? I’ll be there after my shift.” I tilted my head to give him a kiss before finally letting him go.

I watched him walk out of the door before turning to check the clock: 7:00 AM. Time for work.

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“Hun, I’m home!” I called into the still air of our shared home as I slid my ankle boots off of my feet. Our house was small but cozy. There was only the two of us living here, after all. We didn’t need any extravagant arrangements.

By the time I stepped into the house, I still didn’t get a response, so I tried calling again, “Michael?” I slowly walked over to our bedroom, freezing at the closed door.

I could hear soft sighs and low moans coming from inside. “Mh… Ah- P- please…”

My stomach seized. Was he sick? Was he hurt? How long was he left suffering like this? I steeled my nerves and threw the door open, ready to help him.

Michael lay on our bed, still fully clothed in his work uniform, but his shirt was unbuttoned from top to bottom. His eyes were squeezed shut as he panted, stroking his hand up and down on his exposed cock. He let out a soft whine, breathily moaning my name.

I softly closed the door behind me and silently made my way closer to him. He looked like a painting. His brow was knit in concentration, and the noises he made were like music to my ears. His cheeks were lightly flushed as sweat began to dew his face. He looked perfect, and part of me wanted to reach out and touch him to make sure he was real.

“Missed me?” It took a lot to keep my voice low and even, but the faint pulsing sensation forming between my thighs made it difficult to keep my composure.

His mouth dropped into an ‘o’ shape as his eyes flew open in shock at the sound of my voice. “D- darling! You’re home early.” Though he was surprised, his hand didn’t move from his length.

I softly chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “I came home at the same time as always, my love. It looks like you might have lost track of time, hm?”

“I… I suppose so.” His eyes fluttered closed at the contact. “I’m sorry, love.” He breathed.

“Please don’t apologize. You have nothing to apologize for.” I moved my hand to caress his cheek, earning a soft sigh from him. “You’re so pretty when you’re begging for me~”

He opened his eyes to innocently look up at me. “You’re the only one who can truly satisfy me.” I could have sworn my heart melted in my chest.

“Then may I?” I felt the corners of my mouth upturn in a mischievous smirk as Michael wildly nodded.

“Please...” His sigh bordered on a moan as he dropped his painfully hard dick onto his stomach.

I lightly grabbed the collar of his shirt. “All of this has to come off, then.”

He wordlessly nodded in response before stripping. I quickly discarded my own clothes and dug through my dresser drawer until I found the box of condoms I kept inside. I grabbed one and turned around to see Michael sitting in the middle of the bed, looking up at me with those baby-doll eyes I loved so much. I felt a slick sensation forming between my thighs as I looked him over.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, my love.” I crawled into bed next to him and pulled him into a deep kiss.

He moaned into my mouth and pulled me on top of him, laying back as he did so. I pulled away from the kiss, sitting up and straddling his thighs to open the condom I grabbed and roll it onto his cock.

All the while, Michael was softly complimenting me. “You’re so beautiful, love. Absolutely stunning. I want to make you feel good.”

“What a good boy~” I praised him. “Always so willing to please me.” Michael softly whimpered at my compliments as I tossed the wrapper of the condom aside and leaned forward to cup his face in my hands. “But, tonight, I want to make it about you, my love. Let me spoil you.”

He tried to turn away out of embarrassment, but I pulled him into another kiss and I felt his arms wrap around my body as he grew audibly desperate for me. He then began bucking his hips into mine, teasing my cunt without even realizing it.

I felt a pang of desire tear through me before I pulled away from the kiss to ask, “Are you ready, hun?”

“More than anything…” He moaned. “Please, love. I want to be inside you.”

I gave him a quick peck on the tip of his nose before lining his cock up with my entrance. As I slid him inside, we both let out a low moan in unison. I felt my mind clouding with pleasure as I bottomed out, enjoying the full sensation in my core. Michael’s head dropped back onto the bed and he squeezed his eyes shut.

His voice grew whinier and he began incoherently praising me. “Mh… Yes… So tight… Mh…”

I trailed kisses along his jaw until I reached his earlobe to give it a playful nip. “You feel so good inside me, Michael~” I purred as I ground my hips against him.

He let out a whimper at my teasing. “Please…” His eyes fluttered open, growing watery. “Please… Need more…”

That was all I needed to hear. I sat up into a straddling position and set a brutal pace as I began to ride him. Michael was a mess underneath me. He was reduced to broken moans and whines that bordered on sobs. He was clearly waiting for this for a while, and I was loving every moment of seeing the image of perfection sprawled out beneath me. 

Michael relying on me completely to grant him release. Michael begging and pleading for me. Michael absolutely blissed out under my touch, unable to put to words how good I make him feel. Michael~

I bit my lip with concentration as I felt the pressure in my core mounting. I involuntarily clenched around Michael, and he responded by gripping my thighs and bucking his hips with my movements while letting out a string of incoherent begs and pleas.

“Ah- That’s it, Michael.” I praised him through broken moans. “You make me feel so good…”

“Ohhh… I- I’m close…” Tears slowly streamed out of Michael’s eyes. “Please, darling, please… Ohhhh…”

I leaned forward, still thrusting, and whispered, “Cum for me, hun. Show me how good it feels.”

That was enough to send Michael over the edge. His eyes rolled back and his voice cracked as he hit his climax. I helped him ride out his high as his cock twitched and spilled cum into the condom, trailing ravenous kisses along his neck before my own orgasm crashed into me.

I let out a loud moan as the waves of my climax washed over me. The world slowed for a moment, and the only thing keeping me tethered to reality was feeling Michael’s body against mine. For a moment, I wished I could spend the rest of my days in this state of ecstasy. Once we were both finished, we held each other in our arms, panting and satisfied.

I went to lift off of Michael when he softly grabbed my thighs and pulled me back down onto him. “Just a little longer… Please?”

“Okay.” I pecked his cheek. “Just a little longer.” I lazily smiled at him, my eyes trailing down his neck to find the bruise I left when I trailed kisses along it. I knew he would be embarrassed and wear his collar just a little higher to hide it during his next shift, but I would know that I marked him. I was instantly filled with a sense of pride. My pretty boy~

“Thank you.” He breathed, rubbing his hand along my back. “For… everything today. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Not just me. You deserve the world.” I rested my face in the crook of his neck, embracing him and his body heat. “And I love you so much that I’d do anything to give it to you.”

“I- I don’t know what to say.” Michael wrapped his arms tighter around me before softly sighing. “I love you, too.”

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 28

Author’s note: fem boys. You’re getting a fem boy. Or more like fem man? I’m not sure. Enjoy!

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      “So were you and Jack having fun?” Zaria grinned from ear to ear. The young woman tapping her fingers to her phone.

     “Yes… I had a lot of fun.” (Your name) blushed, placing a hand over her cheek. 

     “Well I’d hope so because you two were making out with each other right in our doorway.” Zaria held up her phone to (your name) was was mortified at the imagery on her best friend’s phone. “Look at you two sucking face.”

     “Delete it!” (Your name) screamed as Zaria simply laughed.

      “I am. I just took a screenshot of one of the kisses for you. It looked cute.” Zaria sent an image to (your name)’s phone. (You name) nervously glancing at her phone before flushing a bright red.

     It was actually a cute picture of the two of them. Her arms were wrapped around Jack’s neck while his were around her waist. Both of them were smiling into the kiss too… this picture made them look like a couple.

     Zaria snickered at (your name)‘a starstruck expression. It seems even after her amazing date with Hanayama, Jack was the one who held her heart.

     “Don’t you have a date coming up with the doctor in a few hours?”

     “I mean, just free food.”

      “Now whose the horrible one?” Zaria put her hands together with a smile. “Anyways enough about you. Don’t you have something to ask me?”

      (Your name) grinned at her friend. “How was your date with Retsu?”

    “It was honestly lackluster.” Zaria replied with a sigh. “He’s very attractive don’t get me wrong, but him and I were not a good fit. He’s too mature.”

      (Your name) could see that. Zaria was a fun loving type and Retsu seemed to be the kind of guy who had his life together. Zaria was too childish for him, but she was grateful that he did try entertaining her friend.

      “He and I decided we’re better off as friends.” Zaria hummed, wrapping her arms together. “Plus he said he wasn’t big on physical touch so he didn’t want to kiss me or anything, so I had to call Atsushi as a booty call.”

      “Please tell me Atsushi is not called Booty call in your phone.”

      The two women got into a silent staring match before they both started laughing. Poor Atsushi.

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        (Your name) hated to admit it, but Kureha had fantastic taste. The gown he had gifted her was loose fitting and comfortable unlike the tight gowns Hanayama dressed her in that always fit like gloves.

      “I hope you have a good time!” Zaria cheered. “Pull his pretty hair for me-“

      “You’re sick.” (Your name) snickered. Zaria was right about Kureha having pretty hair. Kureha was pretty… like a lady.

     “You like it.”

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       (Your name) arrived to the date in time. Luckily Kureha had sent a driver to her house. She was still a little weirded out that he knew her address without her telling him but she figured he looked through her medical information. He was her doctor after all.

     (Your name) walked through the doors, a nicely dressed Kureha waiting for her. The man adorning a white suit and dress shirt. An emerald tie tied neatly around his thick neck. She had to admit that he looked nice with the touch of green.

      “I’m glad you could join me.” Kureha gave her a curt bow, offering her his hand. “I was afraid you’d burn me yet again.”

      “Don’t flatter yourself too much.” (Your name) clicked her tongue, taking his hand. “I was afraid you wouldn’t leave me alone if I did reject your advances.”

      Kureha smiled, the host bowing to the pair before leading them to their table.

      “You’d be correct.” Kureha pulled out her chair for her, being sure his long red hair tickled her face when he bent down to push her in. “I’ll chase you to the ends of this earth so I can study you.”

      “You have some very interesting kinks and I have no plans to make them come to life.”

       “Always so feisty.” Kureha chuckled as he made his way over to his seat across from her. The beautiful man resting his hand on his chin, unabashedly admiring her. “I feel like you’re the only girl I’ve met that is as attractive, or if not more than, myself. Don’t you think we look good together?”

    (Your name) scoffed. She wasn’t the type to go after looks. Looks fade over time, someone who could make her laugh was forever.

      “I have a specific type of man I enjoy.”

     “My body is just as masculine as the others.” How did Kureha know there were others? (Your name) narrowed her eyes at the smug doctor who merely smirked at her. “You act as if social media doesn’t exist. You’re practically all the buzz in this area since your fight with Hanayama.”

    Social media? She didn’t have social media… was someone posting her?

      Kureha smirked at her troubled expression. Hook. Line. Sinker. He was able to divert her attention to the possibility of the others posting her all over the media. When in reality it was Tokugawa but he would not tell her that. He needed to get rid of some of the competition but he didn’t want to get his hands dirty.

      (Your name) glanced at the menu in surprise. Kureha invited her out to eat at a Brazilian restaurant? Oh wow… that was actually really thoughtful of him.

      A server came out, setting down a bottle of sweet red wine in front of them.

      “Can I get you two anything to start off with?”

     “I’d like some moqueca (spicy fish stew).” (Your name) stated, Kureha smiling at her.

      “I’m quite fond of that dish as well.” Kureha had no idea what that meal even was, but he was desperate to impress her. He’s never had Brazilian food before, but he knew she was Brazilian. “I’d like some moqueca as well, please.”

     “Of course.” And the server bounded off, leaving the pair to continue chatting. Kureha poured the two of them a glass of wine.

     “I can’t believe you picked a Brazilian restaurant… I have to admit I’m impressed.” (Your name) smiled at Kureha, who nervously fiddled with his hands under the table. This was the first time she’s complimented him. “I didn’t think you’d be the thoughtful type.”

     “I try to be considerate… I think as I got older I really put myself in a new perspective when I realized my little brother and I weren’t close anymore.” Kureha decided to share a bit about himself with her. He knew dry conversation was something no woman ever wanted so he would take the initiative to spark her interest in him. “I hadn’t realized I was a selfish person until we fought each other.”

      (Your name) smiled at him. If Kureha had planned to get her interest sparked in him then he succeeded. Family drama? She was all about it.

      “How old is your younger brother?” (Your name) took a sip 

      “He’s going to be twenty eight soon.” Kureha smiled, (your name) nearly spitting out her wine. How old was Kureha then? He was probably older than thirty but he didn’t look a day past twenty four. “Did you think I was young too? It’s probably because of my pretty face.”

     “You’re over thirty?”

      “I turn thirty one this year.” Kureha smiled at her. “I am flattered that you think I’m still young but don’t forget that I’m a doctor.”

      (Your name) giggled at his words. Of course he was older, he did go to medical school for awhile to become a doctor. Common sense had completely left her brain.

      “I must say that you’re incredibly talented to still be so young and be such a successful doctor.” (Your name) complimented Kureha who smiled bashfully. He normally wasn’t so humble but he wasn’t quite used to be complimented so genuinely. Especially by a beautiful woman he held a torch for. 

     Kureha normally was hit on by other men due to his feminine face. So it was nice to be flirted with by a woman for a change.

     “You flatter me too much. Aren’t you afraid I’ll grow a head so big I won’t be able to fit out the door?”

     “We don’t want your big head getting any bigger.” (Your name) teased, her eyes sparkling in mischief. “You’ll bang up your pretty face on every door then.”

      Kureha felt his cheeks heat up. He’s never had a girl call him pretty before. At least not directly. Lord, was he always this easily swayed?

    (Your name) took another sip, her lips smiling into the glass. It seems Kureha was the submissive type from his reactions. It was kind of cute but she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to be with a submissive man… yet there was also something attractive about having a male wife.

      “I’m a kindergartner teacher for right now. When I was in Brazil I taught children capoeira there and I also was a professional dancer.” (Your name) shared with Kureha who hung onto her every word. What a good boy he was. “I would dance to samba and salsa music. I’ve been dancing in a lot of carnivals with Zaria ever since I was a teenager. Dancing is something I really enjoy. Is there something you really love to do?”

     “I’m a very avid reader.” Kureha responded. “I try to be very active as well. I enjoy hiking from time to time but I’ve never really danced before… there isn’t too much dancing done here in Japan.” Should Kureha learn to dance? It was something (your name) enjoyed so shouldn’t he try a hobby she loved doing so they could do it together in the future? Maybe Kureha was getting a bit to ahead of himself.

     “Our cultures are very different but there’s nothing wrong with that. What do you enjoy reading?”

       “Medical books. I enjoy indulging myself into as much knowledge as I can.” Kureha smiled softly, (your name) smiling at him. Kureha was definitely an introvert. The two of them might clash a bit if they were dating but the thought of dating him was in the very back of her mind.

     The server came back with their meals, Kureha sweating nervously. Hopefully he did enjoy the meal. He just hoped (your name) didn’t figure out that he had lied about being fond of the meal.

     “Do you enjoy spicy food?” (Your name) asked with a knowing grin. Kureha was so obvious in his white lie about liking moqueca. She was going to tease him about it all night.

      “I have a decent spice tolerance.” Kureha smiled. No he didn’t. Kureha couldn’t handle spice well and he just hoped he could handle this meal.

      (Your name) chuckled at him before turning to the server. 

      “Can I have a glass of milk?” (Your name) asked the server who nodded his head at her.

     “Of course, miss. I’ll get that right away.”

      (Your name) turned her attention back to Kureha with a soft smile.

     “Please don’t eat things you can’t handle to impress me. I’m okay with you just the way you are.”

      Kureha smiled at her, taking a daring bite from his food. It was delicious but it wasn’t too bad of a spice… it was the after burn that made his eyes water a bit.

      (Your name) put her hand over her lips to suppress a giggle at Kureha’s teary eyes. Good lord he was so cute… maybe she’d keep seeing him for awhile. She didn’t think she’d enjoy the doctor’s company this much but he wasn’t so bad after she gave him a chance.

      For now, Kureha was on the bottom of her list. He was going to have to step his game up since he was so late joining the race for her heart.

      She couldn’t wait to see what they all did next for her attention.

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      Kureha sat beside (your name) in his Rolls Royce, his driver driving the two of them to her house. He had a really great time tonight and he hoped she enjoyed herself as well… the two of them held a steady conversation all night and that was a feat for Kureha. He didn’t really find a lot of common ground with most people.

      “I enjoyed tonight, Kureha.” (Your name) told the red haired male who smiled. “We’ll have to see each other again sometime.”

      “Yes we will.” The two sat in a comfortable silence until the car came to a halt on the hill above (your name)‘s house. “Allow me to walk you back.”

      Kureha opened the door for her, offering her his hand. (Your name) slid out of the car, making sure to hold the skirt to her dress up so it wouldn’t be covered in sand. Kureha shut the door behind her.

      The pair made their way towards her home. (Your name)’s left arm linked with Kureha’s right arm while her left hand held up the excess fabric on her dress.

      Kureha paused once they reached her from door, the doctor standing in front of her with a shy look on his face.

      “Is it too much to ask for a kiss?” Kureha rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

     (Your name) tried not to snicker when she saw Zaria snooping from the window. Her best friend motioning her to pull Kureha’s hair.

      “It’s not.” Zaria clenched her fist together and starting yanking them in the hair harder. (Your name) was going to follow her friend’s wishes… but only this once. She know she’d never hear the end of it if she didn’t.

     Kureha bent down, the doctor nervously leaning his face towards (your name)… only for her to grab a handful of long red hair on the back of his head and lightly yank his head back a bit.

     A loud, surprised moan escaping Kureha’s throat, the doctor flushing a bright red. (Your name) quickly pressed her lips to Kureha’s, the young woman smiling into the kiss. 

     Zaria jumped and did a spin before disappearing behind the curtain before Kureha saw her. She didn’t want to doctor thinking she was a pervert… which she was.

     (Your name) pulled away from a flustered Kureha. The doctor immediately pressing his fingers to his puffy lips with a dazed expression.

      “Thanks for tonight, Kureha.” (Your name) smiled at him. “I’ll see you around.”

      (Your name) walked past the awestricken doctor and into her house. Zaria sitting on the couch with a thumbs up.

      (Your name) turned her head to smile at Kureha before shutting the door with a soft click. She hoped she didn’t break him.

      Kureha sat there for a few more moments before composing himself. He had just discovered something new about himself… he liked being overpowered like that… perhaps he’d explore this new part of himself?

      A black limousine sat on the cliff above (your name)‘s house. Hanayama taking a long drag from his cigar.

      “I want to prepare four outfits for the next date.” Hanayama told Kizaki with a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’m taking her on a weekend getaway to Brazil.”

     “Of course, sir.”

      Hanayama took another glance out the window, his eyes narrowing at the doctor. Hanayama wasn’t going to let any other man stand in his way of getting the girl of his dreams. This yakuza was going to do everything in his power to make sure he was the one who came out on top.

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Author’s note: things are getting spicy. Thanks for reading!

[allzelemonz]

Gaslight Hatter: Jervis Tetch X Gender Neutral Reader

Prompt: 12 Days of AU, Historic Pronouns: None Mentioned *Reader is a cop and the first female cop in America would have just joined the force around this time so there’s no room for pronoun plot holes, use what you want Physical Sex: None Mentioned Rating: T/Violence Warnings: Mentions of murder/serial murder, based on the comic not the movie, reader is a cop but a cool one I guess, Reader referred to as an Alice by Hatter, I hope you’ve read the book Summary: 1890s Gotham is facing a new threat after the demise of Jack the Ripper. A madman dressed as the beloved Hatter from a popular storybook who has a pension for playing dress up with the young adults of the city. As an officer working under Inspector Gordon, it’s your job to protect the people.

With rumors of a giant bat taking down Jack the Ripper crime in Gotham has been down. Playful characters like the Joker and more scary ones like Double Man have all been quiet. However, working with Inspector Gordon has made it clear that there will always be something unexpected. Rumors have been circulating that the Inspector is working with the Batman, but no one seems intent on acting on it with all of the threats that could come up. Particularly the newest one, a man dressed as a book character.

The Inspector introduced him as The Hatter, a man emulating the character of the same name from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and its sequel materials. The books had been published only a few decades ago and most people now have a deep love for them, but this man is clearly obsessed. He has kidnapped and murdered several blond citizens from the streets and dressed them up as the little girl Alice and other characters like the White Rabbit. Most of his victims have been young, around your age, those that would have grown up with the book read to them at bedtime.

His last victim was left by the docks, a young man with longer than average blond hair adorned with a blue bow and dressed in a yellow suit. As he was a grown up male Alice. Before that it was a man dressed in a waistcoat with hair burned and fried into white. Before that it was a young woman dressed as the Cheshire Cat. Every last one of them disappeared one night and reappeared a week later with an immaculately detailed costume. All of them seen as a failure on the part of Gotham’s police and its notorious Inspector Gordon.

So he assigns patrols to be doubled and warns against lawmen going after the Bat. Your patrol with your partner is one of many, a short shift in a poor part of town during the dead of night. He is nervous, evident by his fiddling with his belt buckle and the consistent glances over his shoulder.

“We’ll never find him if you keep doing that.” You mutter.

‘Then I will continue, I have no intention of running into that madman.”

“It’s our job.”

He looks at you like you’re crazy. “Our job is stopping muggers, not hysteric villains.”

A sound of a trash can hitting the ground makes your partner nearly jump out of his skin. His knuckles turn white as he grips his billy club and faces the alleyway that the noise came from. You hold an arm in front of him to calm him down. When you turn your head you see the figure that has him so spooked and draw your club as well, but the firearm on your other hip is tempting.

The figure disappears as it steps backwards into the shadows. Your partner pushes past you and runs down the alley, a sudden burst of bravery apparently taking over him. You follow, against your better judgment, but you can’t leave your partner chasing after shadows. They outpace you just enough to lose you around a corner and it forces you to make a guess as to which way they ran. By the time you catch up with them you find the Hatter standing above your unconscious partner.

He does look like the Hatter from the story in what he wears, but his stature is much different. He’s a handsome looking man with greasy hair hidden under his tall hat, a man you might mistake for a common beggar on the street. He holds a watch in his hand and sways it back and forth with a sneer on his face. It is only now that you recall the features of your partner, young and blond, a perfect Alice.

“No need for an extra Alice, deer. Run along, get out of here.”

“You’re under arrest.”

He chuckles. “No, no, no, I can’t. I have a show.”

He raises his hands above his head and widens his eyes. The sparkle in them could be wonder or craze. And his words, he rhymes.

“Let him go, get to your show.”

“There is no show without Alice!” He snaps, forgetting his rhyme. “I want him, I need him. I need an Alice” He whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

“Take me.” You offer.

He chuckles again. “You are no Alice! You are too mean to be Alice.”

“I’m sorry, let’s talk over tea.”

The offer tempts him, he looks at his watch and smiles. His eyes meet yours as soon as he looks away from the watch. “Your hair wants cutting.”

The look on his face seems to hint at something. A line. It’s a line from the book. It has to be. A story you’d heard many times, but the line is so specific it’s hard to find. You knit your eyebrows, mentally searching for it.

“You should learn not to make personal remarks.” You say once you land on it.

The Hatter smiles and looks at you expectantly. There’s more for you to say. You go through the scene in your head, thinking hard.

“It's very rude.” You finish, half questioning the sentence.

“Good! Very good!” He claps his hands in excitement. “You are Alice.”

“I am, Hatter. Now, please, let’s go.”

Your hand is held out to him and he smiles as he runs to you to take it. He’s giddy with excitement as he looks at you. An Alice, the Alice he’d been looking for. Better than the others and much more fun than any White Rabbit.

“We’ll have fun, won’t we, Alice?”

A grin spreads across his face and his grip on your hand tightens. You don’t notice until it’s too late, the watch in front of your eyes swaying back and forth. Your vision goes blurry, then dark. The Hatter picks you up and hoists you over his shoulder, leaving the other Alice behind.

[indigolover97]

I Survived

Chapter 1: Set Me Free Pt.2

Warning ⚠️: Blood, Fights, Dead Bodies, Guns, Descriptions of Violence

The day Park Jimin’s life changed for the better, he had been ready to end it all. The White Tigers of Busan was a cruel company to be a part of, there was no trust and no respect between any of the members. Jimin had to constantly watch his back and it was starting to wear on him.

It was nothing like the first company he had been a part of, but he couldn’t dwell on those memories. It would only make him vulnerable.

He dodged a knife being thrown at his head as he made his way into the sparring room. The boss was back and he was not happy, but then again he never was. He was currently shouting profanities at his second, tossing knives around as he tried to aim for the man’s head.

Jimin caught one that was thrown mindlessly in his direction, it was long and silver with a white bone handle. He tossed his old knife in someone’s direction and placed the new one into his sheath as he made his way around the edge room, skirting past the bodies standing in rows and pools of blood.

He found a distant corner to hide in while the crowds of bodies around him cheered and booed at the fighting pair in the ring. From what he could see there would be a new boss exiting the ring this time, the Second in Command was winning. Good, Jimin hated their current boss more than the last one.

A loud bang echoed from the hallway behind Jimin’s head, no one else in the room heard the noise above the cheers but Jimin poked his head out into the hall. His eyes widened as he took in the line of black suited men making their way in the White Tiger’s base, silently taking out any members they came across.

There was a man at the head of the pack, in a red suit and a long katana on his back. He spotted Jimin’s wide eyes and put a finger to his mouth, telling him to be quiet. Jimin nodded and backed out of the man’s way as he entered the room. Silent as phantoms the men in black suits surrounded the ring of members facing the fight and simply waited.

The man placed a gentle hand on Jimin’s arm and pulled him behind him before pulling out his katana and swinging it down through the air. The whistle from the blade was barely heard over the screaming and pounding of fists but his men followed the call and struck. In one seamless motion they all pulled long knives from their sides and struck the White Tiger members in front of them.

The bodies hit the floor in heaps until only the two in the ring were left. The red suited man stepped forward as the two bleeding men stopped their fight to gape around them.

“You’re reign of terror is over Nickhun of the White Tigers,” the man states coldly, cutting down the second in command that tries to bolt out of the room. He stalks over to Nickhun’s kneeling form and places the blade against the man’s neck, “Do you have any last words?”

“Park! Save me!” Nickhun screams, catching sight of Jimin standing in the doorway. The only one left standing amidst the bodies of the White Tigers.

Jimin raises his brow as the red suited man turns his head over to him, “I owe no loyalty to you Nickhan, die with at least some dignity.”

“You fucking traitor!” Nickhan screams before gargling on his own blood as the katana is plunged into his neck.

Jimin watches as the body crumples to the ground in a bloody heap. The man pulls his blade out and stalks back out of the room. He stops next to Jimin in the doorway and looks over to him.

“What’s your name?” He asks, wiping his blade on a cloth before sheathing it behind his back.

“Park Jimin,” Jimin answers, crossing his arms over his chest as he looks the man up and down. “And you are?”

The man raises a brow at him, his mouth twitches into a small smile on his cupid bow lips. “The Jack in the Box of the Bulletproof Company, Kim Hoseok.”

“I heard that the Bulletproof Company took the Seoul Empire’s place, are you doing a cleaning sweep of South Korea now?” Jimin asks with amusement.

“Something like that,” Hoseok smirks, his brown eyes dancing as he tilts his head at Jimin. “You interested in a position, what’s your specialty in the White Tigers?”

“I was their scout for taking down other companies in Busan,” Jimin answers, following Hoseok as he leaves the room to go down the long hallway. “Do you offer deals to all the last standing members of companies you take down?”

“Not usually,” Hoseok grunts, dodging a straggling bleeding member who was being chased by one of his men. “You just looked… interesting.”

Jimin hums before catching another escapee and plunging his new knife into the man’s chest before dropping him to the ground. “Interesting you say, you’ll have to tell me more over a drink after we discuss my contract, Hoseok-ssi.”

Hoseok chuckles as he dodges a swing from a strangler and wipes a speck of blood that hits his face from Jimin plunging his knife into the woman’s neck. “Do you have any personal belongings you need to grab before we leave? We’re burning this place to the ground when we’re done.”

“I don’t,” Jimin answers as he follows Hoseok into the waiting SUV, he had never kept any personal items that he couldn’t carry with him at all times. Things got stolen too easily with the White Tigers.

“Then welcome, Park Jimin, the Last White Tiger of Busan, to the Bulletproof Company.” Hoseok says, raising his hand to Jimin as they sit across from each other in the car.

Jimin takes Hoseok’s hand in his and shakes it firmly, “I look forward to meeting the new power house of Korea.”

Hoseok smirks at him as they drop each other’s hands, pulling his phone from inside his pocket. “I’m glad Yoongi-hyung and Taehyungie are coming back from their honeymoon soon. They're going to love meeting you.”

[fangirl-writes]

Christmas Rainbow

Jack Frost x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): None

Notes: Hey, I’m still a sucker for this guy even years later so here we are.

Summary: Every year on Christmas Eve, North throws a ball for all the spirits of myths and legends to come together to celebrate the holiday. The spirit of the rainbow isn’t known for the wintery months but maybe Jack Frost will change her mind.

North had really outdone himself this year, Jack thought.

The hall of spirits was covered in Christmas decorations. Lanterns twinkled like fairies in a forest of red and green, holly and mistletoe hung from the ceiling and in entryways, evergreen wreaths hung from every pillar. No less than ten Christmas trees stood around the room against each wall, decorated with everything from embroidered ribbons to gleaming stars, and Jack had just finished decorating a few with his own personal brand of everlasting snow.

“Good work, my boy!” North boomed as he entered the hall down the grand staircase that wrapped around another large tree that had been decorated with toys and inventions by North himself.

“Thanks,” Jack replied, throwing his staff over his shoulder. 

North put a hand to his chin, a curious glint in his eyes as he studied Jack for a moment.

“What?” The white-haired boy asked, a little uncomfortable beneath his friend’s watchful eye.

“Well, I hope you know that a blue hoodie and brown pants won’t do for this Christmas ball.”

“What?” Jack said again, a little more incredulous this time.

“We as Man in Moon’s guardians are in charge of hosting event for spirits like us. For that we must look our best! I will be wearing my whole Christmas outfit, Bunny will be wearing green suit, Tooth will be wearing own personal dress, even Sandy will be sporting a bow tie. Being this is your first event, you would not know of dress code.”

Jack frowned. “These are the only clothes I have. Where am I supposed to get something fancy?”

North let out a hearty laugh. “I know just person!”

Snow was falling thickly upon the ground now. It seemed Mother Nature had taken matters into her own hands this year, giving Jack the night off. It fell untouched in a blanket of white, just begging him to dive right into it for snow angels and snowball fights.

The thought made him miss Jamie. He’d have to wish the kid and his friends a Merry Christmas the next day.

North had led Jack to a room in the workshop he hadn’t been before. A room full of children’s clothes; socks, shirts, pants, even underwear littered the small area and was accompanied by sewing machines and balls of yarn labeled for different fabrics.

“Wow, thanks, Phil,” Jack said, surveying himself in the long mirror in the corner. “I didn’t know yetis could sew.”

Phil grumbled something that Jack couldn’t understand and clambered out the door with his sewing basket in hand.

He was dressed in dark blue leather pants with matching leg warmers that wrapped around the tops of his bare feet, a white shirt that buttoned up to his neck, a navy blue vest that layered on top of it, and a hooded cape that shared the same color as his hoodie.

He had to admit that this was a good look, even if it wasn’t really his style.

North’s voice carried loudly through the workshop and Jack decided he should make a reappearance to greet his fellow guardians.

As he made his way down towards the globe room where the guardians usually gathered, he noticed that each of them were also dressed in their best clothes for the night.

Tooth was the brightest colored for sure, her bright pink skirt standing out among the others and sweeping the floor even when she hovered in the air. Her top half looked the same as usual, if not a little more polished, and a golden sash was wrapped across her chest and around her middle.

Bunny had opted for a lime green suit with red and gold trimmings. It almost looked like a military uniform without all the metals.

North was dressed exactly as he said he would be. He had on his big black-furred coat and furred hat, but had left the swords and combat boots aside for now.

And Sandy, of course, had opted to spice his regular look up with a golden sand bowtie.

North whistled in Jack’s direction as he approached them, causing the others to look at him.

“Lookin’ good, mate,” Bunny complimented, patting him on the back.

“You look very handsome, Jack,” Tooth said with a smile.

“Thank you. You all look nice as well. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear that, Bunny.”

The rabbit shrugged. “Belonged to my father. I only break it out for special occasions like this.”

“Shall we go?” Tooth asked, gesturing to North’s clock that hung on the opposite wall, the minute hand nearing the twelve.

They all agreed and used one of the snow globes to transport themselves to the hall of spirits.

The entrance hall was already filled just beyond the doors. They could hear the muffled voices of various spirits and creatures waiting for the clock to strike eight.

The guardians stood in a small formation. North stood in the middle, Bunny on his right and Tooth on his left, Sandy next to Tooth and Jack next to bunny.

“Here we go,” the eldest guardian said and with a snap of his fingers the great oak doors opened, allowing the guests to begin filtering in.

Jack noticed several notable names such as Cupid, the Leprechaun, even the Groundhog (to Bunny’s utter displeasure). Many Lunar Lamas mulled around and several fairies glittered across the floor.

North waved as Ombric (Father Time) entered with Katherine (Mother Goose) the two of them accompanied by some children from Santoff Claussen that had wished to join in the festivities.

“Come, guardians,” He said. “Let us mingle with the guests.”

He descended the stairs first, the rest of them following closely, but eventually losing each other in the crowd.

Jack felt a little uncomfortable as he surveyed the hall for someone he recognized. A difficult task since he’d been isolated from all of these guests for 300 years. 

It didn’t make him great at starting a conversation either.

“Ah-” He shielded his eye with his hand as a bright light struck him.

He squinted, following the light to its source and was surprised to find someone messing with the icicles he had hung from the ceiling.

A girl with (h/c) hair and rainbow colored wings was flittering around the ceiling, filling the glittering icicles with iridescent light.

“I see you’ve found (Y/N),” North said, setting hand on Jack’s shoulder and startling him out of his stare.

“(Y/N)?” Jack asked.

“Yes! Most humans know her as Iris, but she prefers her name from before she was chosen.” North said. “She always adds a bit of light in the winter time with the help of the sun.”

Jack looked back up at (Y/N), noticing her chatting to Tooth, who had flown up to meet with her.

“I think I’ve seen her work before,”

North laughed. “I’d be surprised if you hadn’t! The two of you must run circles around each other sometimes. I’m sure she’d love to meet you. Tooth! (Y/N)!”

The two girls looked down to where they were being called to, waving before descending to meet the flightless boys on the floor.

“Hi North, Jack,” Tooth said. “Have you met (Y/N)?”

“I haven’t had the pleasure,” Jack replied.

The girl in question stuck out her hand, it was covered in what looked like multicolored chalk. “(Y/N) Rainbow.”

“Jack Frost,” He replied, taking her hand.

“Wow! Your hands are so cold!” (Y/N) said.

“Uh, thanks?” Jack replied. Her hands were remarkably warm, he noticed, and none of the dust from her hands transferred onto his when they let go.

The band made up of elves in the corner began playing a nutcracker waltz and couples made their way to the middle of the floor to dance, others migrating to the edges to observe.

“Ah! I love this song! Tooth, would you care for dance?” North asked in his jolliest voice, offering his hand to the fairy,

“I’d love too!” She replied equally as enthusiastic, placing her small hand in his much larger one.

They took to the dance floor in a swift motion, leaving Jack and (Y/N) alone.

She turned to Jack with a bright smile. “Would you like to dance?”

If Jack’s cheeks weren’t naturally rosy, he would have blushed. “I- uh- don’t really dance.”

“It’s easy!” She encouraged. “Come on, I’ll show you.”

“I don’t think that’s such a good ide-”

With a yank she’d pulled Jack onto the dance floor, placing one of his hands on her waist, the other still clasped in her hand.

“And 1-2-3, 1-2-3,” As she spoke, she stepped towards and away from him at the appropriate time.

Jack clumsily followed, it wasn’t as hard as he thought. They dared a few turns as the music ramped up, causing everyone around them to dance a little faster.

“I noticed your barefoot,” (Y/N) said, distracting him and causing him to step on her foot.

She winced a little and his head shot down to look at his feet. “Sorry. I see you are as well.”

“I find shoes too constricting,” She replied.

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, me too.”

Before long, they were dancing just as quick as the others and (Y/N) even let him twirl her a few times.

“Are you up for something daring?” (Y/N) asked, smiling at him.

“Well, I am a guardian. Daring is what I do.”

She laughed and just as the music began picking up speed again, they began floating off the floor, dancing in mid air.

Jack had flown before, with the help of his staff and the wind, but this was different. It felt as if his feet hadn’t left the floor, that the air was just another step.

“Wow,” Jack whispered, trying not to look down at all the eyes that were no doubt watching them.

“Relax,” (Y/N) said. “Be cool,”

Jack chuckled. “Cool is my middle name.”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.”

Jack had seen the nutcracker ballet before, a few times in his 300 years, but he couldn’t even be bothered to pay attention to the music. He was too enamored with the girl he was dancing with and how she floated through the air with ease, twirling and dancing with him like they were trained partners.

Her white dress spread out around her every time she spun, sending out a flash of rainbow light from the ends of it. Her eyes sparkled in the candlelight and her smile was contagious.

There was a warm feeling spreading through his chest. It wasn’t the same warm feeling he got when he pledged to be a guardian, or when Jamie hugged him, this was a different warm.

When the music stopped, they ended their dance perfectly with Jack dipping (Y/N) gracefully.

They were met with applause and Jack finally spared a glance to the ground.

It seemed they’d become the only dancers, everyone else stopping to observe them.

North caught Jack’s eye and the frost spirit could see the glint in the Christmas man’s.

He turned to (Y/N) and she practically beamed back at him.

“That was fun!” She said.

Jack smiled. “That’s my job,”

She laughed and hugged him before they settled themselves to the floor again, being bombarded with compliments and questions.

“Thanks for the dance,” (Y/N) said once they’d made their way out of the crowd.

Jack smiled. “No problem. Hey, the next time I bring a snow day, would you maybe want to come along?”

Her face fell. “No. Not really. Nobody believes in me much, especially kids. I know it’s not supposed to be a big deal, but it still kind of hurts.”

He took her hand. “I know what you mean. I spent my first 300 years not being seen. But I bet I can get some kids to believe in you, like they believe in me.”

She sighed. “Well, if nothing else, I’d love to see you try.”

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “You know where to look to find me. See you around, Jack.”

With that she disappeared into the crowd again.

Jack didn’t realize he was staring until North had clapped him roughly on the shoulder. “Get yourself a girlfriend, did you?”

“What? No, no I didn’t.”

“The rainbow kiss on cheek says otherwise,”

Jack’s face felt hot as he wiped away the mark, noticing the rainbow coming off on his hand.

Okay, maybe he liked the idea of her being his girlfriend.