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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels! Sorry for the late update for this one, got lost in the sauce of writing the Til Death Do Us Part oneshot. Haha anyway, here is the new chapter, I hope you enjoy! <3

Chapter 7: Hard truths

It was the tension that was the most unbearable part of it all. The feeling of words that had been left unspoken, apologies not voiced aloud, grievances that were left to fester in the quiet of the apartment after that fateful night.

When you went to work the next day, your eyes had been puffy from crying, and Jasper had asked you on multiple occasions what was wrong. You had told him it was your allergies, dust in the office irritating your eyes, but you could tell by just the way he had looked at you that he didn’t believe you.

You felt entirely defeated by it all.

Exhausted by it.

Tiptoeing in your own home, walking on eggshells, hiding in your room, not making a peep to avoid the cold glares of Aemond. And he had done much the same, staying out late, or going straight to his room when he got home.

And by the time the time the weekend had rolled in, you had had enough of sulking and decided to reply to Cregan’s invitation with a very enthusiastic yes.

Cregan told you that the boys would all be there, even Jacaerys and Lucerys, who were yet to head to the Keep to be with their family, the weekend being a final hurrah before the storm that waited for them back in their old home.

When you woke that morning, excited that the weekend was finally here and that you had something to look forward to in the evening, you decided you were going to do a quick clean of the apartment, chucking on some noise cancelling headphones and making your way to the kitchen.

You made swift work of it, and before long, you were washing your hair and getting ready for the night. Cregan had texted you excitedly saying the boys were keen to see you, and had asked if you wanted to go to his first.

You threw on an outfit that was short and sleek, hugging your curves perfectly and revealing ample cleavage. Paired with a bit of a smokey eye and your hair in a style you favoured, you looked at yourself in the mirror and smirked.

You looked hot.

Really hot.

When you came out of your room, Aemond was on the couch, watching as you ordered your Uber to take you straight to Cregan’s. You didn’t spare him a single glance, but you knew he was looking at you. You could feel the heat of his gaze roaming over your body.

Leaving without a goodbye, you hopped straight into your Uber and headed to Cregan’s, greeted by the hulking figure at the door, with loud chattering behind him and music playing.

“Look at you.” Cregan smirked as you gave him a little spin.

“Look at me.” You winked, jumping into his arms for a massive hug, the large man picking you off the ground with a shift of his back as you squealed, before placing you back down.

“The boys are keen to see you.”

You smiled, following him down the hall to the lounge room where Cregan’s friends all sat on various couches and chairs.

Two familiar faces came into view, Jacaerys and Lucerys Velaryon.

Both brown haired boys gazes fell on you, wide smiles spreading on their cheeks. Jacaerys jumped up with a cry of your name before rushing towards you, pulling you into a soft hug, followed by his younger brother Lucerys, who had grown a foot since the last time you saw him. Lost were his cherubic cheeks, and in their place, cheekbones that sat high on his face like his mother.

“It's been so long!” You whined, looking at Luc who now stood taller than you, “Fuck you’ve grown. What are they feeding you on Dragonstone?”

Lucerys blushed, looking away before a smirk pulled at his lips, “Not enough. You haven’t grown a bit.”

“I stopped growing a long time ago, you ass.” You chuckled.

You didn’t get to see Jacaerys and Lucerys often, having met them a few times through Cregan, and the others through Helaena. At one point you had classes with the older brother, and he had always been nothing but kind and respectful towards you.

Despite not seeing them as often as you wished, you still considered them good friends.

Scanning the rest of the room, you spotted the one and only Kermit Tully, seated beside his brother Elmo Tully. After Daeron's confession to you on the phone the other day, you couldn’t even look at Kermit without having burning questions. You put them in the back of your mind to ask later.

Cerwyn, Cregan’s best friend who was as large and as broad as Stark was, stood by the window smoking a joint, giving you a small wave and a smile from across the room.

“Where are we going first?” You asked, being handed your favourite drink from Cregan as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“We should go to the Red Kraken.” Jace suggested, sitting back down in his seat to sip on his beer.

Cerwyn chuckled, “You keen to see Dalton again?” He asked you, eyebrow raised.

Dalton Greyjoy, owner of the Red Kraken, was a man a few years older than Cregan. The last time you had went to his venue with the Stark, he had suggested the three of you go back to his when he clocked off. It was brazen and daring, but you couldn’t deny the man was attractive. He had dark hair and dark brown eyes that were almost black.

Dalton stood taller than Cregan, if you could believe it, and was often found at one of the local boxing rings for fun.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I didn’t want to see him again.” You cheeked, Jacaerys chuckling on the couch as he explained the situation to a very confused Luc, the younger boys cheeks going a bright red.

“Hey!” Cregan chastised you, pinching your side.

“What? He’s handsome and ruggish. A bit more dark and mysterious than you are.”

“No mystery with that one.” Kermit piped up from his seat, taking a cheeky sip of his drink, eyes watching you over the rim of the can, “If you want to see his cock, just ask.”

“Kermy!”

“What?”

Cregan burst into laughter beside you and all followed.

You all finished your drinks and found your way into the city, heading straight for the Red Kraken.

It was a dingy bar, more male populated than not, but it had a fun feel to it.

Grungy and dirty, it had mismatching couches and tables, and a great smoking area out the back. On Fridays they had sport trivia nights which Cregan had once taken you to.

You lost.

You all sat down and drank and laughed, and you felt the tension from the week slough off your back like snow in spring.

It was good to be with friends like them, and you had only wished that the girls were there to join you all.

The night flew by, and your sides were in stitches from laughing so much. Dalton had come over to speak to you all at one point whilst the bar was slow, and you had felt his gaze lower to your breasts on more than one occasion. When he left, you had whispered into Cregan's ear about taking him up on his offer, which had earnt you a scandalised look.

It wasn't a no though.

“If you don’t want Dalton, I’d be happy to replace him.” Cerwyn smirked.

Cregan declared that he owed the entire table a round for that comment, and Cerwyn had done as ordered without apology or regret, a teasing 'anything for you, love' flowing from his lips.

As the night moved on, you all decided to move to the next venue, and it was your good idea to take them all to the bar that Sara had taken you to. All were in favour, and so you made your way down to the silk lanes, Lucerys’ bright brown eyes eyeing the doors of the strip clubs excitedly.

“Is that it?” Elmo sighed, looking at the busted wall and green door entrance.

“Don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Jacaerys stepped into the venue immediately, security guard nodding at him as he entered, not bothering to check his ID. Your brows furrowed as you looked up at Cregan, who just shrugged down at you.

As you walked down the stairs to enter the bar you caught up to Jace, who looked like he was at home.

“Have you been here before?” You asked, walking inside, seeing the bar staff nod at him, big grins on their cheeks.

“Daemon owns the joint with my mum.” Jacaerys told you, and you stilled.

This was Daemon and Rhaenyra’s bar.

“What? I didn’t even know that.” You whispered in a hushed tone, still loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Pretty low key, just another investment. They said they’ll hand it over to me eventually.”

“What the fuck?! Jace, that’s amazing!” You grinned, hugging him aggressively around his neck as you stood at the bar, waiting to be served.

Cregan moved behind you, hand winding around your waist as he whispered into your ear.

“Don’t freak out.”

You let go of Jace and turned to look back at him, “What? Wh-“

There, at the end of the bar, sat a familiar head of silver hair.

And his eye was on you.

You snapped your head away, uttering a quick ‘fuck’ beneath your breath.

Lucerys, following your eye line shifted uncomfortably, “Jace, Aemond’s here.” He whispered to his older brother, who turned to face his uncle, giving him a curt smile and nod before looking back to staff in front of him.

“He’s fine. Leave him be.”

It was awkward.

This was supposed to be your new place to get away from him, and now Aemond was here? And what was worse, you were here with people you knew he didn’t get along with. And the glare he directed towards you was apparent.

Cregan led you to go sit down at a booth at the encouragement of Jace who said the drinks were on him for the rest for the night, though in reality you knew it was more like on his parents, but you didn’t argue. Free drinks are free drinks, and you needed one now more than ever.

“Are you okay?” Cregan spoke lowly, hand holding yours on the table.

You swallowed, “I’m okay. It's just awkward.”

“He still giving you shit?”

“It's a long story, and one I’ll tell you later.”

Cregan pressed a kiss to the side of your head, your eyes immediately lifting to see Aemond watching you. The other boys came to join you at the booth, Cerwyn sliding in next to you, with Luc and the Tully brothers opposite. Jacaerys made his way over to his uncle, polite smile on his lips.

You watched as Jace and Aemond shared what looked to be a somewhat tense and awkward conversation, though completely civil. Aemond seemed to tolerate his nephew barely just, and Jacaerys had slapped a friendly hand on his uncles shoulder as he made his way back to you, earning the brown haired man a frown from a head of silver.

“I think we should leave.” Luc whispered, shoulders hunched as he curled in on himself.

Jace slid in next to him, “Don’t let him intimidate you.” He put a gentle hand on Luc’s shoulder, similar to how he had with Aemond, and you got the impression that Jacaerys being the eldest, was used to being the mediator, “Let's have a drink, enjoy each others company and have a good night.”

The staff brought over your drinks, sitting them in front of you, and you clinked all your glasses together messily in a toast, feeling Cregan whisper into your ear as you took a sip.

“Relax your shoulders." You did as you were told, not having realised how tense you were, "Don’t let him ruin your night. I’m here, the boys are here, and if at any point you want to leave, we will leave. Okay?”

You nodded.

No way in Hell were you letting him sour your mood again.

You all stayed at the bar, round after round of drinks being dumped on your table without any of you having to get up or order. You were messy and loud, but above all, happy.

You felt Aemond’s gaze on you for almost the entirety of the night, and caught his eye on multiple occasions, tension crackling in the air between you. But after your third cocktail, the heat of the drinks overpowered the heat of his gaze.

Eventually, Aemond stood from where he sat at the bar, your eyes immediately finding him and watching as he left, walking past your booth as he let his eye stray on Cregan’s hand that was wrapped over your shoulder. He continued on his path, nose held high as he disappeared up the steps.

Lucerys sighed, obviously having felt some sort of tension the entire time, “What the fuck was that?”

You groaned, burying your face into your hands.

“Aren’t you living with him?” Kermit asked, and all eyes immediately landed on you.

“What?” Jacaerys’ eyes went wide, “Since when do you live with my uncle? What happened to Helaena?”

“Hel is at the Keep, and Aemond needed a place to stay, so he’s in her room.”

“Gods help you.” Elmo falsely prayed, lifting his drink up in a mock toast.

Cerwyn and Cregan shared a look over the top of your head, and then with Jacaerys, sharing some sort of unspoken conversation. The only people confused at the table, were you, Luc and the Tully brothers.

“What?”

Cregan shrugged.

You felt that there was something unsaid, but you opted to leave it, sparking up a conversation with Kermit, asking pointedly about his love life, but not mentioning Daeron. The red headed man narrowed his eyes at you, wide smile pulling on his lips, before he started to go into great detail about someone he had fucked recently, with a full and lengthy description of their cock.

The two of you the only people at the table knowing who it was.

The night continued for a while, but you couldn’t help but feel the lingering guilt and upset that Aemond had triggered inside of you. Cregan, sensing the shift in your mood, decided to call it a night, and offered to take you home.

You said farewell to all the boys, and made them swear to do this more often, giving Lucerys a particularly tight hug, feeling the tension in the youngest boys shoulders.

When you and Cregan got back to the apartment, the lights were off, and the flat was bathed in darkness. You stumbled into the apartment giggling, shushing the tall man behind you who clunked loudly on the floor with each step.

“Shhh!” You hushed him, laughter bubbling up your throat.

“Come on, bunny.” Cregan laughed quietly, steering you straight to the kitchen, filling up a glass of water for you to drink.

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing you were drunk, but not wanting to sober up yet.

“Drink it all, Y/n. You need to sober up.”

“You need t-to sober up.” You quipped back, jumping up on the cabinets, your shoes hitting the doors loudly by accident.

“Shhh!” You hushed your own feet, grabbing the water and drinking it slowly, keeping your eyes on Cregan the entire time, who watched you in entertained exacerbation.

You placed the empty glass of water beside you, which Cregan filled to the top again.

“Cregaaan.” You purred, the Northerner lifting a brow at you, “Can you roll me a cigarette, please.” You pouted at him, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

Cregan shook his head, grabbing your small handbag to pull out your cigarettes, rolling you one neatly as he moved to open the window. You shimmied closer to the ledge, putting the cigarette to your lips as you lit it.

Blowing a ring of smoke out the window, you offered Cregan a drag, who took the smoke from your hands delicately.

“I can't believe Cerwyn offered to join us.” You guffawed, cheeks heating in both embarrassment and excitement.

Cregan blew the smoke out the window, handing the cigarette back to you, “I can. Cerwyn thinks you’re cute. Plus he knows all about our little agreement.” You giggled loudly, inhaling the sharp smoke into your lungs, “Why? Are you thinking about saying yes?”

You blushed, crossing your legs tightly, heat settling in your core, “I dunno. Cerwyn is cute.”

“He is.”

Your mouth dropped open, “Cregan Stark. Tell me more right now.”

Cregan took the smoke from your fingers bringing it to his lips as he smirked down at you, “I mean, I haven’t not thought about it. He's my best mate and I live with him. I've heard what goes on behind his closed doors. Besides, you beneath both of us, begging, sq-“

“Can you two be fucking quiet?”

Both of your heads snapped to a disgruntled Aemond Targaryen, who stood in the lounge room, hands by his sides in fists. He was in those grey sweatpants again, hanging low on his hips with no shirt on, hair on his head tangled and messed.

“I’m s-“ You began.

“-It’s three in the fucking morning. Have some respect.”

You stiffened, feeling anger begin to bloom in your chest, you opened your mouth to argue, to snap back at him, but Cregan stepped in front of you, blocking you from the other mans view.

“No problem, man. We'll be quieter.” Cregan’s voice was deep, stern, clipped, and left no room for argument. Though it was polite, it was rough, like the cold in the North, biting and sharp. A true Northerner through and through.

Cregan was silently hitting back without even doing it.

Aemond’s lips pursed into a hard line, turning on his heel to stomp back to his room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Cregan spun around to look at you, eyebrows lifted as he whistled lowly, pulling the smoke up to his lips to take a long drag.

“What the fuck?” You hissed quietly, “What is his problem?”

Cregan sighed, “It is 3am, bunny. I’m sure he just wants to sleep. It would have been a weird night for him.”

You frowned, annoyed that Cregan was acting so cool about Aemond’s outburst, “Why aren’t you angry?” You snatched the smoke from him, taking a final drag before you put it out on the brickwork outside.

"I'm not not angry."

You huffed in annoyance.

Cregan stepped forward, unhooking your legs to stand between them as his large hands skated up the outside of your thighs. He bent his head to look at you, your eyes refusing to meet his.

“Y/n." Cregan coaxed you softly.

You slowly turned your head to look at him, staring into his icy grey eyes.

“Do you like him?”

“What? No!” Immediately feeling defensive.

Cregan hushed you, shaking his head kindly, “It’s okay if you do. You’re not in trouble.”

You blanched, not sure of how to speak, words getting caught in the back of your throat.

Cregan stroked your cheek softly, soft smile on his lips, “Hey, this is casual, remember? Regardless of if we fuck or not, you’re still my friend, and I care about you and want you to be happy.”

Your heart pulled painfully, lips dropping down into a frown.

Cregan’s chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re so sweet, Creg. What the fuck.”

Both hands rubbed warmly up and down your thighs in comfort, “You’re fluffing me up now.”

You shook your head, “I don’t understand. Why don’t I like you instead?”

Cregan gave you a sad smile and kissed the tip of your nose, “I used to ask myself the same question. But now I see it. We just don’t gel like that." He shrugged, and your chest pulled, "And honestly? I'm glad, because at the end of the day, no matter what happens between us, I know I'll still be able to call you mine in some way or another. Whether that be as my friend or my lover.”

You felt tears begin to build in your eyes, the betrayal of the prickling in the corners, causing your stomach turn, “I don’t get it. Why do I feel this way? He’s been nothing but horrible to me.”

“You’ve fucked him haven’t you?”

“No.” You said quietly.

His eyes roamed your face, knowing you far too well, “You've done something else.” Cregan guessed, watching the way your face fell further.

His back suddenly straightened, “Did he hurt you?”

“No! No, Gods no. Nothing like that.”

The Stark relaxed slightly, but you could still tell he was on guard.

“Does Helaena know?”

You looked away, fingers pulling at the threads of material on your thigh, “No. I’m scared. She’s my best friend, Cregan, and I feel like I’ve totally broken her trust and gone behind her back. She has so much going on right now, I just don’t know how I’m even supposed to broach that conversation. Like what do I do? ‘Hey Hel, your brother ate my pussy like a starved man and then immediately treated me like shit after.’”

“What did he do?”

You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter. He’s been nothing but a dick to me. It's not going to happen again.” You looked down into your lap, wringing your hands together as the feeling of being used washed over you again.

“If I know you, and I think I do, I can tell that it will happen again just by looking at you both.”

You scoffed, looking up at him in irritation.

“No, listen. There's clearly something going on between you two. Anyone with two eyes could see that. Maybe that's why he's not.”

“There's nothing-“

“-Cerwyn picked up on it immediately. Even Jace could see it.”

Oh.

Cregan's thumbs smoothed the skin of your thighs, the warmth of his body soaking into yours, “So what happened? Start from the beginning.”

And so you did, you started from the beginning, telling Cregan about the day he moved in, to your first kiss in the kitchen, all the way to the other night and how he had left you and was horrible right after a scene.

You watched as Cregan’s brows had become drawn at certain points in justifiable anger, the man always having been very protective over you, and at other times he gave you a scathing look, telling you that you had gone too far as well.

“So yeah, we haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think I want to. I just can’t see how he can be so cold to me when I've been nothing but kind to him.”

Cregan leant against the window, rolling the both of you another cigarette, trapping the smoke in his lips as he bent down to take off your shoes off as you began to swing your legs in agitation.

“He's a douchebag for sure," Cregan agreed, standing to his full height again, "And I really don’t see what you see in him.”

“See?? I think it's all hormonal or something. I don’t know. Ugh. But when he is nice, he is so lovely. And when he smiles it's this-”

You stopped yourself.

Oh gods.

You were deeper than you thought.

Why did you have a crush on this man???

Cregan smirked at you and you swatted him roughly, taking the smoke from between his lips to light it, taking a long and hard drag, feeling the smoke swirl down your throat thickly.

“I don’t know much about the man,” Cregan began, “But from what Jace and Luc have told me, I know he’s been through a lot. He didn’t get an easy run as a kid-“

“-It's not an excuse to be a dick.”

“-No its not an excuse, but it is an explanation. I know his dad wasn’t really there, and his mum was real tough on him. It didn’t help that everyone sided with Luc after the accident.“

“The accident? What do you mean?”

Cregan took a steady breath, taking the cigarette from you to take a sharp inhale, speaking as he exhaled, “Luc took his eye.”

“What?!” Your heart fell.

Cregan held up his hands, “No, not like that. It was an accident. Lucerys has never forgiven himself for it, hangs over the poor kids head like a storm. Aemond was ten, and Luc would have only been like five or six? They were both kids, and they were play fighting with wooden swords, some knights and dragon game they used to all play, but Lucerys had swung too high and too fast for Aemond to block it.”

Your stomach turned, and a chill ran through you, “Oh my gods.”

Cregan looked down sadly, shifting on his feet, “Yeah, its rough. Fucking horrible what happened, and then Alicent wanted to sue Lucerys for grievous bodily harm.”

“What the fuck? But he was just a kid? They were both kids! It was an accident!”

“I know right? Alicent started a fight right in front of Aemond at the hospital with Rhaenyra, got physical, everyone started screaming at each other when they all should have been comforting the poor kid who lost his damn eye. The family has been a mess ever since.”

It all made sense now.

The tension.

The disdain.

The law firm.

All of it.

Cregan handed you the smoke and also held the second glass of water to you, waiting for you to drink half of it, “I’m not telling you this to excuse his behaviour or make you pity him. I'm just trying to give you some perspective as to why he is the way he is. He’s had it rough, and from the sound of it, he doesn’t know how to open up or feel safe. The people that were supposed to protect him failed him, and I think that it really did change the way he is.”

You felt guilt.

Guilt for not knowing. Guilt for now knowing. Guilt for not being more understanding. But at the same time, you were not really at fault.

How were you to know?

“Fuck. I feel terrible.” You sighed.

“Don’t be. He was an ass to you. No excuses there.”

“I guess. I did rub his ex in his face.”

Cregan sucked in a hiss, “Poor form.”

You buried your face in your hands, “I know. But he just left me, straight after giving me one of the best orgasms of my life. It was horrible, Creg.”

“Best orgasm?” Cregan joked, and you sighed.

“Shut up. It was horrible. I've never felt so used before. It reminded me so much of Jason, I think it really triggered me. I cried myself to sleep after.”

Cregan stepped back between your legs, pulling you into a tight bear hug, in away that he always did, tucking your head beneath his chin and cradling you to his chest. You instantly felt safe, reassured, and loved.

And it was always how you felt around him.

“You’ll get through this, bunn.”

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Quiet

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“Hunter?” Omega stands in the doorway of his room, her familiar shadow silhouetted in the darkness.

He wasn’t asleep. He can’t sleep. All of this feels strange, surreal. Clones don’t have houses with rooms and beds. This was never how it was meant to be, even if it’s been what Hunter’s always wanted. His family, safe and protected. This is their new reality, their new normal.

But his room is so quiet and lonely. It makes him feel pathetic and small to lie awake for that reason, and even worse that he is relieved that Omega disrupted it - because she wouldn’t be here if something wasn’t wrong.

“I’m awake, kid,” he tells her, sitting up on his elbows. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” Omega admits, creeping into the room and perching on the edge of his bed.

Hunter hums, sitting up the rest of the way. “That makes two of us.”

Omega releases an exasperated huff. “Haha,” she deadpans.

Hunter chuckles, then moves over and pats the spot next to him. Omega immediately climbs up, tucking herself under his arm. He presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Are you feeling okay?” he asks her.

“Yeah,” Omega says, fingers nervously twining together. “I feel fine. And I should be fine…it’s just…are houses always so quiet?”

“I think so,” Hunter says, as though he hasn’t been wondering the same thing all night.

“Do you like it?” Omega asks.

Hunter rests his chin on her head. “Not really.”

“Me neither.”

“But we’ll get used to it. It will become normal.”

“What if it doesn’t?”

“Then I’ll record Wrecker snoring for you, and you can play it all night long.”

Omega giggles. “I guess Crosshair doesn’t have to worry about it being too quiet.”

“We better not tell him how good we have it.”

Omega shifts against him, turning to look at the empty bed on the other side of the room. “When Echo comes to visit, you won’t be alone. That’ll be nice.”

“That’s true.”

“How often do you think he’ll come?”

“I don’t know.” Hunter looks at the empty bed. “But I don’t think he’d mind if you used it while he’s gone, until we get used to the quiet.”

Omega sits up. “Really?” and she sounds so hopeful that Hunter’s heart aches. She was all alone on Kamino and on Tantiss…he should have known that even safe in their own little home, being alone would be a hard adjustment for her.

For all of them.

Alone had meant being lost and away from each other for so long.

“Go get your blankets and pillow,” Hunter tells her, nudging her off his bed.

Omega hurries out of the room. When she returns a moment later, her arms are laden with her blankets and pillow, Lula and Trooper peeking out of the folds of fabric.

Hunter smiles as she proceeds to make a little nest on Echo’s bed, arranging everything the way she had it in her little gunner’s mount room, Lula and Trooper keeping vigil.

She may have grown and matured in the months she was away, but she’s still their little girl.

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mo0dy-succubus · 1 year ago

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The Vacation

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Minqi x reader, g!p yuqi, g!p reader, switch!reader,dom!yuqi, Praising, Degrading, small bit of daddy kink, Squirting, creampie, facial, brief mention of sexual protection, mile high club, semi public sex, public sex, pool sex, bathroom sex,threesome, poly relationship, smut, (like alot of smut), hand job,wall sex, drunk sex, blow job

These past few months you have been overwhelmed by work. You have been away from your partners due to touring yall still kept in touch and you visited their concert, but the stress was getting to you and your partners. "Hey why don't we go on a vacation?" Minnie said. "Ha! Where would we even go?" You say looking at her with curiosity. "Thailand!" Minnie shouted excited. "Oohh yes Thailand is so pretty" yuqu said her English flawless.

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"Yuqi-ah hurry up, we are gonna miss our flight because of you" Minnie said ready to leave and be out the door. "Wait I'm trying to find a place to put gigi". "Just hold her till we get to the airport!" You shouted already tired from waking up early. You and your partners minnie and yuqi planned out a trip to Thailand and to meet Minnie's family, knowing minnie is from Thailand she was very anxious on missing her flight. "Ok, let's go!" Yuqi said finally coming down stairs. "Haha took you long enough" you say grabbing your two suitcases and heading out. Despite yuqi being late and taking her sweet time yall caught your flight just in time.

You board the plane and take your seat by the window happy that you can see all of the beautiful land scape. You put your headphones on and rest your head on the neck pillow you had hoping to catch up on the sleep you missed. "Y/n unnie" yuqi whispers. Knowing yuqi very well you knew she would bother you and well enough you ended up sitting together for a 6 hour flight so you were thankful for your headphones, with minnie being only a few more rows up front from the both of you. "Y/n unnie!" She says as she removed your headphones. "What....What!! Yuqi I'm trying to relax" you say a little bit irritated from your lack of sleep. "We should fuck minnie unnie". "Yuqi-ah I'm not in the mood, if you are horny go to the bathroom and jerk off of something" you say putting your headphones on again closing your eyes . "First off" yuqi says removing your music making device again. "Why not. And second, bold of you to assume something so desperate like that when you are here beside me, don't you want to join the mile high club?" yuqi looks at you her big doe eyes.

You groan a bit exhausted. "I'll wait and pretend I'm using the bathroom but I'll leave the door unlocked" she said winking before getting up to go to "the bathroom". Despite being so tired she was just so tempting. You waited a minute or two before going after her preparing yourself. Next thing you know you are being fucked in a tiny bathroom. "Quickies are such my favorite activity" yuqi said grunting, your moans muffled by yuqis mouth. "Fuck baby~ you are so tight" yuqi says thrusting into your tight ass. "Yuqi please I need more!" You say your cock twitching in need."We are gonna fuck so hard while cause turbulence"Yuqi grabs your aching cock before stroking it."fuck~! Ahh yess" you moan out from pleasure overwhelming you."Look at this little slut, imagine if minnie just walked in on us right now what will she think,that you are a desperate whore that can go a few hours without a dick in their ass" yuqi said her words burned hot against your ear. You felt your orgasm slowly build soon reaching its peak. "Cum...I need to..." a mess of word falling out if your mouth. "That's it baby let that cock cum all over daddy's hand" yuqi says her words pushing you more and more to the edge. A gentle squeeze on your cock and you are already orgasming cumming all over your girlfriends hand.

"Oh my god..." you gasp out. Yuqi continues thrusting in your bit before grabbing a tissue and pulling out and spilling her seed all over it to minimize mess. You pouted a bit visibly upset for yuqi pulling out of you. "Aww don't worry baby soon in Thailand. If you agree to fuck minnie with me" she says. "Why do you want to fuck minne so bad. We are on vacation not on an episode of sex and the city." You say. "Ohhh but it can be.Come on you know minnie is gonna be stressed since she's back at home abd we are meeting her parents soooo why not?" You thought about it and it was quit convincing so you agreed. "Fine I'll do it, can we just get out of this bathroom now before anyone gets suspicious".You leave first then yuqi only a few minutes after continuing your flight.

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When you finally land night fell. Yall arrived late at your staying, being do exhausted yall crashed as soon as yall hit the bed.the next morning minnie wasted no time before showing you and yuqi her favorite places by the way to the resort. By time yall arrived back to the hotel suites it was already 4 pm. You flop on the bed tired from walking. "There is a night club only a few miles away we should go!" Minnie said. "Oh really when is it?" Yuqi says curious as soon as she heard the word club. "Late at night kinda we can go to dinner and then go there there is a really fancy Thai restaurant that I go to often with my parents, speaking of them that's exactly the people we are meeting tonight" minnie says. Sure you've met Minnie's family and sure they were kind but It's like minne planned out to have a blast back in Thailand, she wouldn't stop talking about all the club invites and yacht parties. A "don't stop till ya drop" type party.

You groan at the thought of walking anymore. "Minnie, baby I love your family and I can't wait to have dinner with them but If I take another step I might die can we please just nap,we've been walking non stop we literally JUST landed late at night " you ask desperate for rest. " I am pretty tired so we can sleep together, just, let me make a reservation for tonight's dinner and call my parentsabout the time" minnie says taking her phone and calling the place.

Yuqi flopped beside you with almost the same amount of exhaustion as you have on your own face. "I'm beat....don't have to tell me twice about resting" yuqi says cuddling yourself into her, you and yuqi both stay up a bit waiting for minnie to come to bed with yall. Minnie soon eventually came to bed showing a signs that everything worked out so far and slept with yall.

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By time yall all woke up it was 6:25 pm yall all rush to your suitcases picking out your best outfits and showered before going to dinner. All three of you arrived just in time to meet minnie mom and dad, they seemed so happy to have their little nicha back. Yall all greeted each other exchanging compliments and catching up on time.Dinner with Minnie's parents was great but it was a hard dinner so far.Minnie looked so hot in such a simple dress, that said dress showed off her attractive curves you could feel yourself growing in your pants. To avoid your sinful thoughts you tried to focus on dinner and chatting with minnie parents and having a good time but minnie cleavage was showing just right, and sitting near her drove you insane more and more by the second. You must have not been as sneaky as you thought because she caught you red handed.

She seemed to play along before snaking her hand down to your cock before rubbing it through your clothing. You bump your knee on the table out of reflex from the sudden touch. The shake causing the food dishes to make a loud cling. " y/n?? Are you ok" Minnie's mom asked concern for your possible bruised knee. "I'm fine Mrs yontarak! Dont worry" you say smiling to show that you are ok. "Oh I'm sure she's more then fine don't worry I'll take care of her" minnie says her eyes darkening and sultriness in her voice. Minnie mom smiled back before going back to eating dinner and chatting. You feel the zipper of you pants being slow let down before feeling minnie pull it out leaving you exposed underneath the table (God you hoped nobody would look underneath the table if they dropped their utensils) . You feel minnies hand move up and down your shaft coaxing out a soft moan from you but quite enough only for her to hear. You look at her with tears eyes from embarrassment. You knew she has to make me movement slow in order to not get caught. Minnie took her thumb rubbing it over your head scooping the beads of precum that formed on your tip before licking it off her thumb. Minnie continued stroking your cock going faster each time nobody was looking. God you were going insane, holding back your moans was such a stressful experience. Genuinely surprised nobody could hear the fapping noise from underneath the table. You were sweating hard underneath your shirt blushing profusely. "Y/n are you running a fever? your face is super red" minnie mom asked. You tried your best to form word that would turn into moans "I'm f-ine just hot and thirsty t-hat's all" you lift up your wine glass to make a cheers with her mom taking a sip only to almost spill it when minnie gives a small squeeze on your cock. Her actions continued feeling you twitch more in her hand speeding up till you finally came screaming into the thick dinner napkin. Hot strings of cum shooting out onto the underside of the table painting stripes of white on Minnie's hand as well as the table cloth(thank god for that table cloth) "sorry I had to clear my throat" you say as an excuse for you moaning into a napkin. Minnie soon moved her hand from underneath the table and wiped your mess on her own napkin before getting up. "Y/n can you come to the bathroom with me? I need help with my dress" Minne said, too dazed from your orgasm, you nod and follow her knowing damn well her dress was fine.

Minnie drags you into the bathroom as yall share a sloppy kiss. "I saw how you were looking at me, you a such a dirty slut that you can't stop looking at me for even a second" minnie gasps as she unbuttoned your clothes. "Please I need your cock" minnie begged. You wasted no time thrusting into her. "Fucckk you are so tight and wet" you moan out. Minnie looks at you with pleading eyes. " you don't want the others to be worried huh? So I suggest that you be fast" minnie whispered. This little sentence drove you crazy. Thrusting your thick cock into minnie you grab her by the ass holding her against the wall. God anytime you were in minnie it felt like heaven, her wet warm pussy molded to your body everything, like she was made for you.

"Minnie...fuck...." the weight of minnie and having to stand was wearing you out thin and you needed to rest. "I- I...need to sit down....for a bit...." not wanting to pull out just yet you make your way the toilet seat and sit down. Not the cleanest decision ever in your life but it's better them nothing and much better then yesterday in an airplane bathroom. You let minnie take control and begin to let her ride you. With your hand free you pull down Minnie's top exposing her breast. You wasted no time leaving dark marks on her skin, bitting deep into her skin and soft tits. "Y/n fuckk~ not to many I still have to see my parents...". You ignore her request and begin kissing up her neck till you get to her soft lips. "God but this feels so good~ I'll deal with them later I guess.." she says in defeat. Minnie continued to ride you speeding up till she was going at an inhumane pace. "Minnie....s‐slow....slow down a bit.." you try to form a sentence without busting inside of your girlfriends cunt but in was impossible almost, the way how her pussy squeezed you just right drove you more to continue fucking her. "Min-minnie!!!" You yell out shrieking as you grab her hips before plunging yourself deeper into her warm sex before cumming right into her.

"Y/n NO!!" before minnie could say no you had already burst. Just as soon as you finished yuqi walked in. "Guys we are waiting for-" yuqi looks at the two of you and your act before smirking. "Really guy's without me the betrayal, hurry up so we can leave, we still have a club to go to, yall can bone each other there" yuqi says before leaving. Minnie gets up spiling a bit of your cum out as she got up. "Are you gonna be ok?" You ask. "It's fine, I like creampies anyway" minnie says winking before coming close to your ear and whispering. "I'm going to milk you so hard this vacation your cock will go numb" she backs up fixing her dress and leaving, you follow soon after cleaning yourself up a bit.

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Despite your absence from the end of dinner dinner with Minnie's parents was great. You and your girlfriends get to the club and yuqi immediately order shots for her and yall. "Wowww that's strong" you say your face cringing at the tequila shot. You turn to see minie and yuqi going at it with shots. No matter the alcohol, they just drank and drank. It wasn't any better when their favorite song played the dragged you along on the dance floor and dance but you had to admit the alcohol was getting to you also. The music was blaring but all you could focus on was the way how your girlfriend was grinding against you and yuqi both. "Oookkk yall are super drunk we need to go back to the hotel before you get sick" you say still somewhat sober or more sober then them at least. You turn around just to see the making out sloppily. "Y/n unnieeeee...I'm so fucking horny right now, you know alcohol makes me super horny" yuqi said leaning against you. " We can fuck when we get to the hotel yuqi let's go" minnie said with pure lust in her eyes " I'm so horny I feel like my ovary is going to pop" minnie said as yall exited the club.

By time yall got back it was 1:30 am. It was like as soon as you stepped in your room the air felt like it was thickened with lust. You and yuqi wasted not time attacking Minnie's body. Tearing off each other clothes like animals. Minnie let's out a soft moan as she feels yuqis warm body against hers. " lay back" yuqi whispers to minnie leaving her body to the both of yall. Yuqi slowly dips in-between Minnie's legs breathing against her bare skin. You take this time to softly caress and grope her softy tits. Minnie let's out a sharp moan feeling yuqi lick her wet folds. Yuqi pulled. "Let's both fuck her till she's only moaning our name like a brainwashed slut she is" yuqi said encouraging you a bit. "I wanted her ass first then we can switch" you say giving your cock a few strokes. "Fine by me" minnie says already drenched in arousal.Going one.Two. Three rounds. Good it was so hot the passion filling the room and bonds built stronger. Resting late in the night you all pass out.

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You squirm a bit in your shared bed waking up to stretch. You noticed the two sleeping next to you then noticed your lack of clothes. You hurried and scrambled out of bed to find a pair of new clothing. Yuqi wakes up soon after you and follows the same thing you did leaving minnie still asleep. Yuqi kisses minnie till she woke and dressed decently before ordering food for breakfast to fuel up for another day in Thailand. You all mostly spent the day shopping for clothing and souvenirs, and occasionally yuqi teasing you throughout the day. " I should by a new bikini I forgot to pack mine plus it is our last day in Thailand so why not I really wanted to go swim at the pool late at night". "Ooh we should do that, I'm going to miss this place so much" yuqi said beaming a bit. "Me too, I see why minnie loves it here the food is amazing" you say in response. "Ohh can we get lunch first before we swim I'm starving for some Thai food right now". Minnie laughs at your cuteness before yall tour around some more to grab a bite.

Finally yall were able to go to the pool, changing outfits you were racing yuqi to get in first(it was a tie). Splashing and diving underneath the water. "Ugh this is so nice" yuqi says. "I wonder what's been taking minnie so long" yuqi says looking around. "Maybe she's resting a bit since we just ate". "Oh please everyone knows that's just a myth, nobody is going to get stomach cramps from swimming after you eat" yuqi said with confidence. "How about I give you a cramp you slapsh her with water causing another play fight". "Did I miss something haha yall look ridiculous" minnie said. You and yuqi both stop what yall were doing and stared at minnie in her black bikini, it was simple yet so elegant and sexy . "Yall know it's not nice to stare" minnie says slowly stepping into the pool. "We're sorry it's just-". "Woww" yuqi says finishing your sentence. "Do you remember our plan" yuqi said whispering in your ear. "Yuqi-ah was last night not enough" you groan in protest. "Nope never, Pleaseee,". "Fine only for this week and that's it". "Yayy!".

"Minnie unnie" you say swimming to her "I forgot to put sunscreen on can you help me before it's too late" such a lame excuse but it was better than nothing. "Uh sure I should put some on too while I'm at it" yall both exit the pool and sit down on the ledge. You waited patiently for minnie to finish getting your back before you do her back. You put the cool substance on the palm of your hand before rubbing it in on her back trying to not let her top get in the way. "O-oh is my top in the way, here let me untie it so you can get it more easily" before you could say anything minnie untied her black bikini top covering her exposed chest. "Minnie unnie why are you covering your pretty tits~" you say whispering. "Nobody is here why be so cautious, unless you are scared of someone seeing how much of a slut you are for me and yuqi". Your words send a chill down Minnie's spine, she hesitantly lowered her arms leaving her chest exposed enough for you to sneak your hand to her chest and squeeze it. Minnie let out a soft moan as you continued your movement, you signaled for yuqi to come over and help. Yuqi swam in front of minnie before kissing her you soon tugged at minnie bottoms before she lifted them up allowing yuqi to slip them off. Yuqi then pulls minnie back into the water pinning her against the pool wall kissing her deeply.

You watch as you try to take your clothes off before joining them in the pool." Y/n aren't you gonna use protection first" yuqi teased indicating an unexpected pregnancy. "Whha why are you like this don't ruin the mood" you say blushing in embarrassment from her comment. Yuqi giggles before wasting not even a second before pushing her thick length into minnie causing her to moan out. You step out o the pool above minnie give you cock a few good strokes. "Please put your cock in my mouth I need you" Minnie pleaded. You grin at her desperation but rubbed your tip against her bottom lip. Minnie opens he mouth before Swallowing your cock whole. She wasted no time suckling on your sensitive tip. "Minnie fuck~..." you moan out.

Yuqi continues thrusting into her as best she could going faster each time. The pleasure from yuqi sent moan after moan from her mouth down to the base of your cock causing you to pulsate in her mouth. "Fuck Yuqi-ah don't stop I'm so close" minnie say taking your out her mouth before going right back to sucking you off. " I might be close to if you continue like this minnie" you say your eyebrows knitted with pleasure. Minnie began to massage your soft sac with her hands while looking at you attentively. You couldn't hold back you grabbed the back of her head and pushed down cumming all in her mouth. Minnie swallowed the hot seed in her mouth before smiling at you a bit. Yuqi pulled out forcing minnie and yuqi to be on the ledge of the pool. "Pool sex I so uncomfortable let's go by the pool stairs for more support" yuqi said. Minnie was now facing yuqi with her legs wrapped around her torso as yuqi continued to pound her. Minnie being close from earlier it didn't take her long before trapping yuqi at all angled and spraying all over her lap. "Shit that felt so good" minnie sighed out. It was now your turn to fuck minnie. You took the place of yuqi putting her in a more doggy style position with yuqi being sucked off by minnie this time. You began to slowly thrust, god her pussy was so hot and warm. You continue thrusting through her tight walls giving hard thrust in-between to give yuqi some more pleasure. "I'm close guys.." yuqi grunts a bit. "Wait I want both of yall to cum on my face" minnie says. You and yuqi look at each other then nod. You exit minnie and hover over her again jerking off to get to your peak. "We are gonna paint your face all white when we are done with you" you say hoping to amp the mood a bit. "Fuck yes please use me as your cum dump" minnie says sending you and yuqi into a frenzy. "I'm close on the count of three we cum" you say going faster focusing on yuqis movement. Yuqi nods and begins counting down with you. "1". As minnie watched she opened her mouth for the fat load she was about to receive. "2". A bead of sweat ran down your temple ad you felt the building pleasure. "1!" . You and yuqi let your orgasm go all onto minnies face, on her eyelid, her tongue, even in her hair. Thick white stripes painted minnie like a pastry.

Your breath get heavy as you finished stumbling a bit. "Holy shit that was hot...." yuqi said blushing this was such a "good vacation I wish it didn't have to end". "Me too" you pouted at yuqi. "Do you think we made a mess?" You asked. " Haha probably this pool is probably going to need some extra chlorine." Yuqi said. "Yeah, can we go back to the hotel so we can clean up a bit,we need to leave early tomorrow for our flight" minnie said trying to clear her eye. "Can't we just stay one more day?" Yuqi said. "We can always come back to Thailand Yuqi-ah". "Yeahh but it's so fun". "Next time Yuqi-ah" you smiled softly."Next time, but for now I'm ready to go back to korea" yuqi said laughing as yall headed back to the hotel room

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illusionarylibrary · 9 months ago

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𝓛𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮

CW: none

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✶⊶⊷⊶°.•☆•.° ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ °.•☆•.° ⊶⊶⊷✶

- Day by day, night after night. As the moon and sun trail across the big blue above, time moved on. Time stopped for no one! And no one could control time.

- Even if you wished it to, you could never go back. Back to the day your kind was eradicated from the face of the planet. All those hundreds of years, gone. Wasted and never used as you never wanted to leave this island of snow.

- You had no attachments. No friends. Certainly no family…but perhaps you could make up for lost time.

- Sure, the youngling tucked against your side, sleeping away beneath warm scales, was human. And yes, humans never lasted as long as dragons did.

- He couldn’t fly, he didn’t have wings. He couldn’t breathe fire, his anatomy was different. He couldn’t survive in such harsh weather, he was no dragon.

- He was human.

- And humans never lasted long.

- You could predict what the future would look like. The youngling would die. You would lose yet again.

- You’d feel that horrid pain of loss again.

- When the youngling shifted in his sleep, you noticed his groggy eyes. They blinked in the sunlight, his small form moving about until his face was buried in your scaly side.

- Oh, what a precious youngling.

- A youngling who had all the time in the world now.

- He had you, even if you didn’t know his name. That was okay. He never addressed any other soul but you, sometimes asking for food. Sometimes wanting just a hug.

- The youngling never asked much.

- How could he? He had everything he wanted. He may have lost Cora, but he had his guardian. His protector. His new…

- …New parent.

- Ya, his new parent. All he knew was that the dragon acted fairly protective of him now. It fed him. It watered him. It kept him warm.

- His new family was just beginning to grow.

- “G-aaaw-ood morning.”

- “Rrraaaawr.”

- Huh, maybe yawns were contagious!

- The boy chuckled before sitting up, stretching with a slight yell, and slumped back into the Light Fury’s side.

- It just flopped over, cooing, and looking tired. It reminded him of a lazy Husky not wanting to move.

- “Mmm, fish for breakfast?”

- You huffed, moving just your next so your muzzle pointed him in a specific direction of the den. Sea spray made the edges of the den slightly slippery, but you knew that the youngling knew not to play over there.

- To the side of the den was a small pile of dried foods. While you both were out, you sneaking around the village, your smart youngling advised you to steal the dried items. They’d last longer!

- Uuh, not YOUR youngling but, THE youngling! Haha, whoops!

- But the youngling definitely was smart. He’d bring back some books on medical stuff. Stuff you didn’t really care about for, but you never tried to damage his objects.

- He liked the books, so you tolerated the piles of paper in the back corner of the den, situated next to a small beanbag and scorch marks on the stone floor.

- The scorch marks were your fault. But you couldn’t help it! You liked lying on a heated surface, it was cozy.

- Either way, you watched the youngling wobble up and head towards the chefs of foods. He had picked out some dried apples and began munching on his little breakfast. Returning to you, dried slices in hand, he curled up under your wings again.

- It was like a little tent.

- A little tent made from the wing of a living Light Fury.

- The sun was just barely above the horizon, both of you looking out towards the not yet harsh sun. The youngling eventually finished the apple slices, yawning once more, before settling back down.

- Ah, poor thing hadn’t gotten much sleep as of late.

- He had been spending so much time with his nose buried in those books. Spending time scraping what remained of his Amber Lead Disease. Spending time planning his future.

- You’d try to get him to sleep, but your actions were always in vain.

- He just wouldn’t listen to your concerned warbles, too engrossed with his books on human bodies and grasping his devil fruit powers. You never pushed him to sleep, but you still wanted him to be healthy.

- And those eyebags told you everything.

- The moment he became comfortable under your pearly wings, you tucked your head into the same space. However, instead of drowning the youngling, you just laid your round muzzle against his full tummy.

- You looked like a kind of massive swan.

- You may have more time than humans did themselves, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t share your time.

- A small hand was set between your nubby ears, subconsciously petting your head as if he were awake. You could smell that he was, but just barely.

- What had happened to your resolve? Your will to stay strong and not give in. Give into affection and connection.

- It was vanished. Gone. Crumbled under the softness you couldn’t resist when it came to your youngling.

- His time was short, nothing but a second to yours.

- And you knew the consequences of such attachments.

- You just couldn’t help it.

- With your youngling hidden away from the hailing snow, the other cruel humans, the hardships, the pain…perhaps you could give him your time. Or what time you could give considering the youngling was human.

- The days would continue to go by, your human would soon grow up.

- No longer needing your protection.

- Nevertheless, perhaps you could make up for lost time.

- Together.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgardwaterlaw #imagine #how to train your dragon x reader #one piece x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #x reader #x reader platonic

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ask-missparker · 3 months ago

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Okay, who’s driving? ~ Marvel Blurb

Pairing: Mia x Nikolai, Liane x Ethan, Rick x Luna, Cole x Jeremy

Friendship pair: Josh & Bella

Summary: Moments like this the universe just wants to make it harder on us. In other words, they should’ve just called Cole…

Other characters included/mentioned: Rochelle, Michelle, Cole, Rick and Luna

Warning: Slight small mention of labor, but it is mostly comedic relief to move the story forward more than anything else. Nothing graphic or informative or insane. So you’re fine. ANYWAYs, please chaos from the young avengers and family members enjoy 😉

Note: Sorta OUAT but also could be Marvel fic haha (depending on how you look at it 😊)

A/N: This was a fun idea that could be seen as crack too, due to how much going on in the fanfic. Please enjoy!

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It was supposed to be a simple afternoon—well simple for the average group, due to them all hunting down the potions and stuff to stop the tide coming their way. A wicked protection spell.

You know save the day and explore that kinda thing?

So in response they were all sent a little goose chase and hunt for it at the docks.

It was good, they found the hidden gems and a piece of the puzzle to make the potion for later. Even broke half of the curse, destroying the spell, thanks to Liane, Joshua and Bella—restoring memories back for everyone. Yay, everything is safe and sound.

Just as things were going well at the docks with everyone talking and deciding to go back to the town square, Mia felt something off. She gripped Nikolai’s bicep and winced slightly.

“Love, are you alright?” He asked softly placing a hand on her lower back for support.

Mia chuckled awkwardly, “Eh, he he, well, either that was a Braxton Hick or a real one…”

“You’re a two weeks early, t-that’s not possible.” He replied in surprise, his tone sounding calm despite him internally freaking out.

“Yeah, well, since when have your children ever been one to surprise us by coming late?” She added jokingly.

Ethan, who was walking with Liane, looked up noticing his friends in distress. He knew his question would sound stupid, yet he still asked, “Are you guys alright?”

“You’re about to be an uncle again.” Mia murmured before clearing her throat once the contractions left and smiled in relief.

“Oh shit! I’mma be uncle again, I wasn’t there the first time around and now I am! This is exciting news—”

He was swiftly cut off by Nikolai who chuckled, “Uh Ethan, buddy, can you help me get everyone in the cars? Mia, where are the keys?”

Liane gasped, “You let her pregnant ass drive us to the docks?! Have you no shame?!”

“No! We took her car and I drove us here, I gave her the keys for safe keeping afterwards!”

“That still doesn’t make sense to me! You got magic and you couldn’t drive yourself!?”

“My car is getting fixed at Tony’s shop! We did needed another form of transportation here, and I will have you know I drive pretty well.”

Liane grinned, “Well in that case I’m driving! Me and the kids in one car. Ethan, Nik and Mia in the other. To the hospital people! Chop chop!”

The blonde sounded way too confident and overly proud of herself with that statement.

Everyone else looked at her like she was nuts. Yes, they were all vastly skilled in their respective fields but they all had their weaknesses. Everyone and their mother knew that Liane wasn’t the best driver per se.

Ethan loved his wife too much to say anything about it, as he was too busy in shock that Liane snatch the keys out of his hand. Joshua rolled his eyes and groaned at the idea, rubbing his mother’s shoulder in comfort. Even he was a better player in driving someone around.

Nikolai whined knowing it wasn’t the best idea to have the blonde drive both teenagers around to the hospital.

The only one truly brave enough in the chaos at the moment, despite being awakened by the curse to speak up was youngest lady there.

“Absolutely not!” Belladonna exclaimed snatching the keys out of her mom’s hands. “Are we really going to listen to her? Josh back me up here!”

Liane gasped in offensive frustration, “Um excuse you, young lady, but who do you think you’re talking to, sweetie?”

“Mom, I love you, but unfortunately you’re not the best driver.”

“I’m an experienced and excellent driver, sweetie.”

Bella muttered under her breath, “Yeah, when we were cursed and under that damn spell…”

“BELLA?!” Liane screamed in shock and gasped. “My own daughter this is—”

Joshua sighed speaking up, “Aunt Lia, she’s got a point. Last week you decided to give an another driving lesson and crash into a mailbox.”

Liane eyes widen and scoffed, “Well if I ever…it was one time!”

Joshua smirked, “It happened more than once. Also I think I should drive.”

“Him?!” Ethan yelled putting stuff in the car and bumping his head against the trunk.

“You?!” Liane added dramatically, “You’re both children you don’t even have you—”

Bella smirked as well nudging for Joshua to pull out his drivers permit, as he showed it to the others. Liane’s jaw dropped as Ethan blinked. Nikolai was rubbing his wife’s back and snickered at their reactions. He was proud.

“Since when did you-?!” Liane yelled breaking the silence.

“Back in New York, I got it.” Joshua added simply, a hint of confidence in his tone.

Bella couldn’t help but crack a smile and tease him, “Yeah, sure, it took him almost 6 months but he got it..”

Soon enough, different set of bickering broke out between the 5 of them.

“They are both babies they aren’t drive!”

“Liane not the time!”

“I can’t believe you decided to tell us now, Ethan?!”

“What you yelling at me for?!”

“I don’t know, it just feels right to yell.”

“Oh my god..”

“Are you sure we can’t all just drive together in one car?”

“Not a bad idea…out of both of us, who was the biggest space?”

“Idiot, how would that work, Nikolai?”

“I’m brainstorming, shut up.”

“Cause you guys stop fighting please? It’s not helping. I can take us three there, while Ethan gets there first.”

“Joshua, you’re a child!”

“I’m 17!”

“It was worth a shot, Bella…”

“Just let me drive!”

“Mom no!”

“Bella, please, the adults are talking.”

“You don’t even the slightest directions to the hospital!”

“THERE IS GPS FOR A REASON!”

“Shouldn’t we just call an ambulance?”

“That would take too long, Ethan!”

“Oh my goodness my nieces are gonna be born on a dock!?”

“No they ain’t!”

Mia finally shouted over everyone, “GUYS!”

“What?!” They all yelled back.

She sighed pointing to herself in a sing song tone, as if stating the obvious. “Hello.” She added hands on her hips for added effect.

The group was silent before getting the hint all making “ohhh!” and “ah, oh yeah, right.”, along with a bunch of apologies being given by the others. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile despite the mild pain she felt, coming and going.

Ethan spoke up as they followed the lead to the cars and asked, “Wait, wait, who’s driving?”

“I am!” Liane added, as if it was obvious.

She quickly got a bunch of objections and heads being shook in disagreement over her statement. Some rapidly shouted, “NO!”

Nikolai put a hand on his wife’s shoulder in silent support and turn to the group firmly, “Ethan’s driving us, Joshua’s driving you guys.”

“Yes!” Joshua exclaimed happily as him and Bella fist bumped.

Bella called shotgun and scurried over to the car.

Liane opened her mouth to speak wondering if Nikolai was serious or not, but one firm look from the brunette and she shut up completely.

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Soon enough they all arrive to the hospital, Joshua was left to park both cars as Ethan and Liane helped Mia into a wheelchair.

Nikolai was filling out forms when he noticed their friends all there. He stood there in shock, “What hell-? How did you guys—when did you guys get here?”

Michelle smiled sitting in one of the waiting chairs, “You really think we would miss this? Dude, it’s my nieces being born. Plus it’s gives me a chance to give Alexander the middle finger if he arrives.”

“I—But I didn’t call you! No one texted you.”

Bella smirked looking up from her phone, “Oh, when Josh was driving I texted Michelle. Figured she would like to know, but I didn’t expect her to come.”

Rochelle rushed in from one of the hospital rooms and smiled, “Oh hey! You’re here, that’s great, well me and Luna were already here anyway when Michelle called me.”

Mia, who was sitting in the wheelchair rubbing her backside, was about to ask what happened when the loud screams were heard down the hall. They belonged to Rick. Along with the insults.

“Long story short, Ricky got hurt earlier while experimenting on something with the kids..” Rochelle added, “He’ll be fine.”

Bella and Mia both rolled their eyes as Nikolai stayed quiet shaking his head.

Just before anyone could anything a cloud of magical thick smoke appeared. As the smoke cleared away, it showed Cole looking annoyed, angry and worried. The man was enjoying a peaceful afternoon in his shop, with his husband Jeremy while babysitting the children, when he got the damn news. He was in the middle of teaching one of his nephews, George, some cool spells! So he wasn’t happy.

Liane froze meanwhile Ethan signed looking at his brother.

“You should’ve call me!” Cole exclaimed loudly rushing over to the group. “Why did I just get a damn text from Bella that my angels are coming?! You idiots, you could’ve just call me instead of arguing over who gets the bloody keys?! UGH!”

“Cole, we can explain.” Liane started but was cut off.

“Ha! Please tell you didn’t drive, last week you hit my mailbox.”

“THAT WAS YOURS?!”

Ethan and Michelle snorted loudly but was stopped short by a glare from Cole.

Rochelle stay quiet running away to go check on Rick and Luna, not wanting to feel Cole’s wrath today. The redhead almost bumped into a wall rushing away from the group.

Besides Rick yelled, “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE?!”

Luna shouted over him, “Ricky stay still! The doctor is trying to remove the nails and splinters!”

Cole looked at Nikolai and pointed, “And you! What were you thinking?! As her husband I would believe you would have some sense to inform me or not waste time—”

Nikolai raised both eyebrows and furrow his eyebrows, “Don’t even start with me! I was more focused on my wife than calling anyone. None of us expected this to happen and we would’ve gotten here sooner, if it wasn’t for Liane’s performance.”

Liane gasped, “Me?! I offered to drive but you all refused to take me seriously.”

Bella and Ethan shared a look, slowly wheeling Mia away from the group and into her hospital room. Michelle got the hint, scurry off to follow them into the hallway as well, not without snapping pictures for blackmail later.

Joshua walked in a few minutes later, after successfully parking both cars, seeing his father, aunt and uncle Cole fighting.

“What did..?” He started before being dragged away by his best friend, “Gah, son of—!”

“Come on I’ll explain later.” Bella remarked ushering him into the room.

“Bella what did you do?!”

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Hehe I agree nothing! Also the poor mailbox 😂

Let me know what you guys think!

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paracosmaii · 1 year ago

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baubles like blueberries (directorshipping, Cyrano x Clavell, 1093 words)

General audiences for my little holiday fic! Very late but I literally did not have the time haha.

Just lots of fluff, and some sappy old men to keep us going.

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Under the cut if you'd prefer to read it here

The holiday season had always been something or nothing for Clavell. It was either extremely busy and exhausting, or as dull and mundane as any other day. It wasn’t a problem as such- many people his age experienced the same thing, whether it be because they didn’t have any loved ones to share the time with, or they were too tired, or generally because the season was just… more for the kids, in a way. Clavell wasn’t as enthralled by gifts as his students were by any stretch. In fact, he found himself flustered and embarrassed by the thought of someone spending precious money on silly old him.

As much as spending time with others sounded amazing, and as much as he tried to arrange some sort of gathering, things hadn’t gone that way, and instead he sat in silence in his homey cottage with a fresh mug of tea in both of his hands, waiting patiently on his worn couch.

He wasn’t waiting for anything in particular, nor was he trying to waste the day away. He just, for the first time in a while, had nothing to do. No bills to pay, no emails to be checked, and no students to look after. Nothing. He didn’t even need to look after his pokemon; they were all out in the kitchen busing themselves with the new toys he had bought them.

Clavell didn’t mind being on his own that much (okay, a little) but with the twinkling of lights from the neighbouring houses taunting him, it was hard not to feel a little… disappointed. Perhaps it was normal to feel this way- he assumed many others spent this time of year on their own and knew of the feeling.

Forgotten was probably a better way to describe it. He didn’t want to sound selfish in any way, though he was quite jealous of the little nuclear family that lived a couple of doors down: something he’d never had even as a child.

Staring out of the glazed window beside him, he gulped down the little lump in his throat. Violent rain battered the glass like an intruder. It didn’t snow very regularly in southern Paldea, unless a particularly strong gust from Glaseado brought the frost down with it, making the Delibird Day songs about the snow pretty pointless unless you lived somewhere like Montenevera. He’d only ever seen snow where he lived once, and it wasn’t even enough to cover the ground. Back in Galar he had, though, especially in Circhester. The thought of the markets and the fairy lights back home made him have to gulp another lump back down his tightening throat. It was silly to think like this, anyway.

The sound of rain had always helped him fall asleep, and so as soon as his tea had been sipped and finished, he found himself drifting off to the pitter-pattering with his cheek resting on his fist. It was just another day, after all, and he shouldn’t waste it. However, the fact that he could fall asleep like this made him feel particularly old, but hey ho. He was getting older, so naps on the couch wouldn’t hurt.

The doorbell rang. Houndoom zoomed to the door yapping his heart out. Clavell froze.

Who in Arceus’ name would be out and about in this type of weather? And more importantly, who in their right mind would come to his house?

He slowly rose from his seat, bones cracking, and shuffled his way to the door. Houndoom scurried back into the kitchen to let Clavell open the door, which slammed open due to the wind as soon as it was unbolted.

The man standing in front of him was definitely not a caroler, or someone trying to sell him something, or a student (to his surprise). And at least it wasn’t Geeta trying to get him to work. No, it was definitely the one man he didn’t mind seeing, despite his annoying vices.

His dear Cyrano, drenched head to toe in freezing rainwater, holding onto his hat with one hand and grasping a little pink bag in another. A pretty smirk was on his face, though Clavell couldn’t help but stare at his trembling bottom lip and the few tears that were streaming down his face.

“Velly-”

“Cyri-”

They both paused, then smiled when they tilted their heads back up.

“You’re-” The way Cyrano practically pounced on him was definitely a great way to potentially knock him down and kill him. He didn’t though, and what a relief that was, as if he had been killed he wouldn’t have been able to be suffocated by the kiss Cyrano had captured him in. His thin frame was pressed roughly into the taller man by his hips, pink bag and hat promptly dropped to the soggy floor to do so. Cyrano put his hands behind his partner’s ears to pull his head closer, then kissed him deeply, successfully warming them up from the winter’s chill blowing into them.

Once they’d separated, Clavell huffed. “I-I… I was going to say, you’re soaked. What… What are you doing out here…?”

Cyrano smiled, tucking a strand of Clavell’s hair behind his pink ear. “It’s Delibird Day, isn’t it not? Gotta give my gift to my Velly one way or another!” He beamed, yanking the bag off of the floor along with his hat. The now soggy bag was then handed to the smaller man with a tiny bow and a tip of his fedora. “Here you are, my sweet. Happy Delibird day!”

All Clavell could really do was shake his head as he stepped aside to let Cyrano into the house. “Thank you…” Cyrano shook his head in return and watched patiently as Clavell opened the bag. “I do have to admit, though, I haven’t got you anything… Wasn’t really expecting you here…”

“Oh, not a problem whatsoever! Sorry for not calling beforehand…”

Clavell looked up. “Nonsense, darling. It’s lovely to have you here.” He slid a fluffy thing out of the bag, and looked down at it. A small Pawmi plush holding a stuffed love heart smiled back up at him, with its beady eyes reflecting the hallway light. “Oh… It’s so cute…” A silly grin crept its way onto his face. “Thank you, my dear.”

Slipping off his coat, Cyrano wrapped his arms around the other man. “My pleasure, Velly.” A light kiss on his forehead was the only thing he needed to know that maybe the holidays weren’t such a lonely time after all.

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maddiesbookshelves · 6 months ago

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📚🗓 Mid-Year Freakout Tag 2024 🗓📚

Thank you @cleopatras-library for the tag ☺️

How many books have you read so far?

10 novels, 2 graphic novels and uh, like 10 or more manga? I don't track all of them

What genres have you read?

Fantasy, historical, romance and mystery. Sometimes several of those in the same book

Best book you’ve read so far in 2024?

Probably The Briar Book Of The Dead, by A. G. Slatter if we're talking about novels only. But the graphic novel Rivages Lointains by Anaïs Flogny is just so good, I'm obsessed with it. If you can, please read it, it's French but it's been translated into English and Italian

Best sequel you’ve read so far in 2023?

The only ones I've read were either manga or the full Dr. Greta Helsing trilogy by Vivian Shaw, which I've read back to back. So either that (book 3, Grave Importance), or the manga Requiem Of The Rose King, by Aya Kanno, that I reread and finally finished after YEARS (yes the ending ended ME)

New release you haven’t read yet, but want to

There are way too many, and I keep seeing more at work, I'm gonna die of frustration. Evocation by S. T. Gibson is eyeing me very strongly because of the internet. As is The Spare Man by Mary Robinette Kowal, from where it's sitting on my coworker's display (it only came out in February in France)

Most anticipated release for the second half of the year

I don't know honestly. The one book I was really waiting for this year was A Crane Among Wolves because I loved June Hur's previous books, and since I've read it now (it's very good btw), I'm not waiting for anything else

Update I learned something as I was writing this post: HEAVENLY TIRANT MIGHT STILL BE COMING OUT THIS YEAR???? DECEMBER 24????? MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS TO US???? HELLO?????? After Xiran told us the release date had been pushed back I thought for sure it would come out next year but apparently not so YEAH THAT'S MY MOST ANTICIPATED RELEASE OF THE YEAR, PERIOD

Biggest disappointment

It's a toss between How To Kill Your Family by Bella Mackie, and A Far Wilder Magic by Allison Saft, for reasons that are very different. If it wasn't for that ending, How To Kill Your Family wouldn't even be there but unfortunately. And A Far Wilder Magic just wasn't for me. I didn't expect it to be YA romantasy so I was sorely disappointed

Biggest surprise

Probably A Sign Of Affection by Suu Morishita? Don't get me wrong, I love shoujo (I know, I don't like romance novels but I love shoujo, it makes no sense, don't look at me) and I thought I would like it but I didn't expect to like it this much

Book that made you cry

I cry so often when I read/watch/listen to things that it all gets mixed up in my memories. I think I cried for Rivages Lointains, I definitely cried for Requiem Of The Rose King HAHA. I might have cried for Run Away With Me, Girl by Battan, I'm not sure. All of those are manga by the way, I don't remember if I cried reading a novel this year

Book that made you happy

The Bandit Queens made me happy because the ending was great (unlike How To Kill Your Family) which healed me a little

Most beautiful book cover of a book you’ve read so far this year

Aaaaaaa I don't know. The cover (and sprayed edges) for the French edition of A Far Wilder Magic are a big part of why I even bought it in the first place, but also A Crane Among Wolves...... And of course Aya Kanno's art is just so beautiful, all the covers for the Requiem Of The Rose King series are 👌

How are you doing with your year’s goal?

I had set a goal of 40 on goodreads/storygraph but I might have underestimated how work would impact my reading habits. But also, I'm not dead set on reaching that goal, I just want to read

What books do you need to read by the end of the year?

I'd love to read more of the books I already own because it's becoming a problem. Other than that, there's no urgent need

That was fun so if anyone wants to join in, please feel free!

#mid year freak out tag #tag games #booklr #booklr community #books #book recommendations #how to solve your own murder and rebis didn't fit into any of the questions #but since they're the only books i've read that didn't make it in i thought i'd still have them like this

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farizrz · 1 year ago

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Desert Rose | Romance Club

Ask me anything with Amy G.

Desert Rose | Romance Club · 29 Dec at 7:05 am

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❓ What was Zane’s childhood like and his relationship with his parents? And did the death of his father influence him and become the reason for his reckless youth?

❗Zane loves his family very much. The relationship between his mom and dad was an example of true love for him. Speaking of his father, Zayn adored him and he will always be proud of his father. But you will learn more in the future :)

❓ Back at the end of the first season, Yasmine mentions that she loves Mr. Darcy, and since then I've been wondering which of the RP characters do you think is most like Mr. Darcy? And in the same spirit of loving literature, what other books did Yasmin love as a child?

❗ Hmm, on the way with Adil, Yasmin thinks that she has found her version of Darcy - a cold-blooded Bedouin. But I think Zayn can also be like Mr. Darcy to her. She likes Notre Dame, Oliver Twist, The Thorn Birds, The Picture of Dorian Gray, Little Women.

❓ 1. What pranks did Adil, Rajab and Madi do when they were growing up? And did they immediately agree to the rebel’s plan with Adil? 2. Yasmine is one of my favorite main characters and I love that we see her growth throughout the story! What inspired you to create a GG like her? And who does she look more like, her father or her mother? 3. Do you have any plans/ideas for your next story after completing the RP?

❗ 1. Along Adil's path you will learn more, but they loved to joke with Ali) 2. I talked a lot with my Muslim friends, read discussions. I tried to create a kind of lonely girl who lives in her dreams and tries to build her path, her life. 3. Yes 😉

❓ 1. Whenever Yasmin introduces Adil, she introduces him bare-chested 😅 (most of the time)... is this intentional? Even in the heartbreaking cutscene of the last update 🙈 2. The musical animation in the season finale is another feature of the RP ...how did you come up with this idea...? It's like ending the season with a bang. 3. I know this will be a spoiler 😅🤣... but can you tell me if Mr. Bat will confess his love one day?

❗ 1. Haha, I knew that the players miss Adil so much, so I wanted to give them a gift 😁 why was he naked in the dream? This is a spoiler) 2. My technical designer and I decided to do this - we think it's sort of the final act of every season finale. 3. He will do it 😁😈 or I will hit him.

❓Have you ever encountered writer's block, and if so, how do you deal with it?

❗ Yes, of course. I try to calm down by writing something funny or stupid just to relax, watching cartoons or something emotional and inspiring. For example, musicals. Speaking about my work: I always remember that I have to make people happy and this inspires me very much) Good luck and believe in yourself! ❤️

❓ 1. How does Jack feel about Adil? I'm guessing he feels pain over his "death", but were they close to each other as children? 2. When did Cindy decide to become a model? Did someone notice her or maybe she was inspired by a famous model? 3. If you could include one of your characters in another CR story, who would you choose and what story do you think they would fit well in? 4. I love that you also write beautiful songs, you are so talented. Can you tell us if you plan to write more songs for Garden of Eden or other stories?

❗ 1. Jack loves Adil, Adil has always been his role model, but on the other hand Jack thought that their father loved Adil more and Jack hated it. Jack is the only one (not counting Yasmin on Adil's path) who knows the real Adil, his soft side. 2. Her mother wanted her to become a model. Cindy also thought that the only talent she had was her face and body :( She needed to make money, so she decided to become a model. 3. Moonborn perhaps? I want to see Zane and Victor fight over coffee and tea 😁 4. Thanks, who knows 😼

❓ 1. If they had a choice, what dream place would every LL in RP want to visit? 2. Can you give us some BTS facts (Behind The Scenes)? How do you come up with lyrics? What is the brainstorming process?

❗ 1. Zane - New Zealand; Mustafa - Lisbon, Cindy - New York, Adil - Paris, Jack - Iceland, Said - Prague, Jaffar just dreams of being able to travel) 2. Well, I'm trying to imagine what I want to say in my song, how it will influence the ending season, after that I start writing and finally singing, but honestly my voice is a terrible version of a Disney princess, so I... I'm glad Alisha sang my songs 😁 Thank you ❤️

❓ 1. Was Mustafa inspired by someone you know in real life, or maybe a fictional character you admire? 2. Are there any traits in Yasmin that you would like to have? 3. When will we see Rebel the cat again? I miss him.

❗ 1. No, but I just wanted to create a kind person, a person who will destroy the stereotypes of the spoiled Arab guy that GG has to be with. I wanted to create a good brother who takes care of his sister because I know some girls don't have a good relationship with their brothers :( 2. Maybe her inner warmth? I'm more cold-blooded, less sociable, like to plan everything. She is more spontaneous and naive. Sometimes I wish I had these qualities. 3. You will know 😼 meow 😈

❓ 1. My first question is related to the Garden of Eden: you wrote the lyrics to Starfall, it’s an amazing song. How did this collaboration begin? 2. I was wondering if you have time to play any other KR stories in your free time? If so, which one holds a special place in your heart?

❗ 1. Nastya, the author of ES, is one of my friends, so I am always ready to help her, working with her is always fun and inspiring. I love Luna's story, we wanted to create a song that showed her pain, her struggle with her own triggers and nightmares. That’s why I wrote: “The window is open - I see the sky.” Sometimes we are so worried, so wounded, that we can’t even see the sky, even if dozens of windows are open. We don’t see the world, pain blinds us, but it’s important not to give up. 2. Yes, but now I don't have enough time :( I liked ES, Psi, KPS - the new stories I played - Moonborn, LI, Sails in the Mist and Arcanum are my favorites too! But honestly, I think that all the stories are good ❤️

❓Which character in RP was the most difficult to write? Zane? Buahaha

❗ Poor Zane! Sometimes it's the simplest! Sometimes everyone is very bad and doesn’t want to communicate with my muse 😁

❓ Since this is a topic I'm passionate about, what inspired you to write a story about rebellion and speaking truth to power?

❗ I was inspired by the stories of the Bedouins, culture, political past of Morocco, Arabic fairy tales. I also love Les Miserables (“Les Miserables”), and I even had the idea of writing a novella based on this book.

❓ 1. What genres of books and films does Zane like? Are there any specific names? 2. Why did Zayn choose fashion as a career? 3. If you had to play as Yasmin, which path would you choose? Disobedience or dreaminess and Child of the city or flower of the desert? 4. What do you find most difficult and easiest when writing a RP?

❗ 1. He just loves good books) good from his point of view, of course) For example, novels for women are not his strong point. He loves Machiavelli, The Scarlet Letter, The Financier, The Godfather) 2. You will find out ;) 3. I play every path during tests. 4. Sometimes I hate writing scenes like “he came... she looked...” - just descriptions. I really love writing scenes with LL. And I love some of the story scenes because I know that every scene has its own meaning;) I hope when the story ends, you will see the whole thing) And of course sometimes it is difficult to write about culture, because, well, you know, there are many trigger moments, especially if we are talking about religion. I'm trying to figure everything out because I don't want to hurt anyone.

❓ 1. Which path (dreamy/rebellious) do you think best suits each LL personality? 2. Can you tell us some interesting fact about Jack? 3. Which LL would you like to have an affair with? 4. What inspired you to write this story?

❗ 1. I think that every path can be interesting for every LL. 2. He tried to act like a brother and called Adil's classmate (he imitated his voice), but unfortunately his mission failed 😁 3. I want to have a harem. 4. Morocco's political past, 2000s, Arabic tales, Bedouin stories.

❓ My question: could you tell me more about Jaffar? For example, what are his hobbies or favorite things to do? Does he have any other family members besides the father he mentioned? What did he do before he came to work for Yasmin's father?

❗ He loves to run, watch nature, loves Moroccan culture and cuisine. Yes, there is) you will learn more through the branch with him) and you will learn more about his past.

❓ 1. Can you share interesting facts about Mustafa? 2. Will it be possible to adopt the Rebel cat?

❗ 1. Ha, Mustafa was forced to play with dolls with his sisters :))) he hated it, but he is a good caring brother 😁 2. Who knows 😉

❓ 1. Which paths are best to choose with each character? Or just choose what we want?2. Is it possible to choose one path or balance stats? 3. What are Adil and Yasmin’s favorite books??

❗ 1. You can choose whatever you want) There will be endings for balance and the same for each stat. 2. Adil: Hemingway, Night in Lisbon, American Tragedy, Red and Black, Germinal. Yasmin: Notre Dame, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, The Thorn Birds.

❓ 1. Will Yasmin's father accept Adil as his son-in-law? 2. Can we expect a wedding with Adil at the end? 3. Why didn’t Adil tell the truth to Yasmin or Jack earlier, after his memory returned?

❗ 1. You will find out 😼 2. 😉 3. Because he is a closed person, it is difficult for him to tell everything that is on his soul, he needs time to realize. He wanted to tell Yasmin, but did not find the right moment. If we talk about Jack: he thought he was dead, realized that he was alive when he found medical documents and saw his brother's handwriting.

❓ If you could give all LLs or any other character a superpower, what would you give them and why? 🦸🦹‍♀️😁

❗ Hmm) I wish everyone to become wizards, like in my beloved Harry Potter. 😈 for example, Adil would talk to snakes 😈

❓ 1. Said’s favorite food, colors, hobbies? 2. What attracted him to Yasmin or what attracted her to him? Maybe what is his love language?

❗1. Said loves nature, loves to walk and look around, loves animals, especially cats and parrots) 2. Said loves kindness, hates indifference, that's why he liked Yasmin - she can be rude or something like that, but on the other hand, with him she tries to be kind and helpful. Speaking of her, she was captivated by his personality. He is always there to help her.

❓ 1. What do you think could have happened if the romantic paths had not been closed and the player dated Jack and Adil at the same time? How might they both react to this? 2. What is the reason for the distance between Yasmin and her father? He seems to love her no matter what, but there is still an invisible wall between them. 3. What is your favorite character trait about Yasmin? 4. Can balancing the Desert Flower and Child of the City stats lead to a happy ending?

❗ 1. I think they were really hurt. Adil could not start an affair with the girl his brother loves. But if you dated Adil, but decided to break up with him, and you have a very close relationship with Zayn, then... an interesting path awaits you 😁 2. You will find out. 3. Her inner warmth and the fact that she is not afraid to seem naive) 4. Of course, don’t worry.

❓ 1. Can we expect more romantic content with Sayid in season 3? Will he then have a full-fledged path or will it be more of an affair on the side? 2. Will we find out who Zuleika’s child is in the story? 3. Is something going on with Rajab and Amira??

❗ 1. Yes) and with him you will have a final. 2. Her baby is just her baby, but maybe if I have enough space we can help her meet her son. 3. Oh, they are so passionate together 🔥

❓ 1. What research did you have to do regarding Morocco, Brazil and the medical history of the virus? 2. Can you tell us a little more about Sefer's political parties (views, foundations, etc.) 3. This is related to the last question. What does Adil's rebellion mean to ordinary people in Morocco, and was his character inspired by any real-life Moroccan events?

❗ 1. I read a lot about the history of Morocco, talked with friends from Morocco, watched films, etc. I also read about Brazil and tried to show it in different ways. But because of the plot and some things that will work later, I had to change something. For example, the brothers have non-Brazilian names and surnames, but... this was necessary for something that you will learn about later) 2. Conservative. There were different parties - liberal, democratic, but now everything has simply collapsed. They also behave badly with the Bedouins :( 3. He was inspired by the Bedouins and their stories. Ordinary people love the Rebel, they believe in him. And the Bedouins adore him. He helps a lot. And he will help more.

❓ 1. What is Cindy's favorite color? 2. Can you tell me one of Cindy's happy childhood memories? 3. Is there any place/country in the world that Cindy would like to visit with Yasmin?

❗ 1. Dark blue, fuchsia, yellow, orange. 2. Cindy loved to dance and was so happy when her mother bought her a doll - not a Barbie (she was too expensive), but a very beautiful ballerina. It was the best Christmas present. Cindy was truly happy. 3. I think she would like to visit New York!)

❓ 1. What do you enjoy most about writing scenes/lines for Zayn? Is it as fun as it seems to get inside his head? 2. What sparked Zane's passion/skill for tango when it is so contrary to his harsh personality? Is there a chance he'll try to teach Yasmin? 👀 3. If you could take home one of LL's gifts for Yasmin (like Adil's elephant pendant, Zayn's bracelet/necklace, Cindy's necklace, Mustafa's stuffed watermelon, etc. - I forgot so much 😭), what would you choosed?

❗ 1. I like writing Zayn's journey - I like his emotions, I like how he tries to figure everything out, to control his life, but she... this wild creature ruins everything 😁 soon you will see my favorite scenes with Zayn. I hope you will enjoy. Honestly, sometimes I laugh. For example, when I wrote the scene of Yasmin dancing, I laughed - I imagined Zayn hiding behind a palm tree 😁 2. He will tell us about tango) will he dance with her - who knows, maybe 😼😉 3. I will choose everything and, maybe Yasmin's camel toy. 😁

❓ Will we meet our mother-in-law in Italy? How and when did Gurub fall in love with Adil? Does helping her have plot significance?

❗ You’ll find out 😉 You’ll find out :) Well, yes, it’s better to help her :)

❓ I loved the interaction between Madi and Jaffar (despite the circumstances) - it was so fun to imagine them pitted against each other, trying to achieve the same goal.

❗ I also enjoyed writing their scenes 😁 Madi is one of my favorites)

❓ If you played, who would be your favorite?

❗ I think I would have a harem, but I'm married 😁

❓ Can Karo still become LL?

❗ Caroline has her own storyline) You will find out ;)

❓ Will we learn more about the past/relationship between Zayn and his tango partner? 👿

❗ Ha, yes, it will be so)

We thank Larisa M. for her help with the translation.

#romance club #the desert rose #rc the desert rose

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 22- American Hustle Life Episode 5

Chapter Summary: Finding out that she won't be able to use the Bangtan Boys for the American Version of Boy In Luv, Jennie attempts to use her charm to grab a guy to film with her

Words: 4,000+

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'After meeting Warren G for the first time, BTS decided to throw a party with Warren G'

Walking inside Warren G's place, Jen and the guys look around in amazement. "Wow~"

"The inside is really pretty," Jimin said in a cheery tone.

In front of them, they see Warren G with his hands full of food. Getting right to work, Suga and Jin work on the meat, while the rest are inside. Jimin and Jennie work on washing the veggies. Turning her head, she sees Rap Monster and V around with the red cups and eating some of the food.

"Ahem. Aren't you two supposed to be helping?" She put her hands on her hips.

"Aish, really!?" Jimin scolded, while V opened the cupcakes.

"No, don't touch the sweets. Leave them in the plastic. Don't put them on the plate, they'll dry out. Leave it." Jennie closed it, shaking her head.

"Hey, why are you guys already on break?" J-Hope and Jungkook approach them.

"These two are playing around. Jimin and I are trying to get things straight." She declared.

Jennie (We're partying with Warren G! It doesn't get any better than this. It's been so long since I've had any sort of Barbecue. My family has a lot of cookouts. And now I'm missing all of them, haha. One day, I would love to invite the boys to one of my family cookouts. If we ever have free time, off our schedule, I'm sure they'll have a lot of fun.)

After the food was all done, Jennie and the guys sat around on Warren G's red couch, with all the food in front of them.

"Thank you for the meal!" They thanked him and dug right in.

With her appetite getting the best of her, she grabbed one of everything, chowing down in delight. She missed this, the meat was so juicy. It reminded her of home.

Jennie (Look I don't care, if I'm hungry, I'm going to just eat...a lot.)

"Do you know kimichi?" J-Hope asked.

"I mean, I heard, it sounds familiar." Warren G answered, and then Jimin presented him with a plate of it, so he could try it. Suga joked about his expression darkening as they watched him try it out. "That's aite."

"Ohhh~" The boys say in surprise.

"It's spicy." He laughed and got some more, to put on his plate. "That's some good kimchi. I need to find out where I could buy that kimchi around, here."

"Ah, really?" Rap Monster asked in English.

"It's so good, it should be around at some Asian markets," Jennie replied

'Warren G fell deep in love with kimchi'

"It's spicy but it's good. So how does it feel? Do you guys miss like your family and friends? You know, what are the types of the food you guys eat, when you at home in Korea?" Warren G asked.

"For me, I put sesame oil and soy sauce over fried egg and I mix it up. My grandma made it for me a lot." V answered

"That sounds good! I need that! I need somebody to make me some."

"I miss my family and friends. Being in another country while they're home in the USA, it's tough. I try to contact them as much as I can when I have the time." Jennie mentioned with a smile.

In English, Jin spoke up, "I miss them and I want mother's cook."

"Mhm, you miss her cooking?" Warren G asked.

"Yeah. I like...them very much."

"Oh, you love 'em? You love 'em, very much? And you like her, you miss your mom's cooking. I'm not mad at that. Are you guys homesick?"

"Yeah." The group answered.

"I heard that my family moved and I still haven't been to our new home," Jin added. Nodding, Rap Monster agreed with him.

"How long have you been away from home?" Warren G asked.

"I haven't been home since my parents took me to Korea, so I can work with Big Hit. Since 2013." Jennie answered.

"The last time I went home was about 2 years ago." Suga answered.

"Yeah, but at the same time, you have to take out time to see your family. That's one special thing about me, I always take my time to be with my family." Warren G said.

"Who's the person you miss the most, right now?" J-Hope asked him.

"Well, I miss my mother. She passed away in 1999. So, I'm, I'm motherless, you know, but I was very young. Uh, I was in my 20s. early 20s. Actually, about 2 weeks ago, I just went and visited my mother's grave. And put some flowers."

'Everyone becoming connected by talking about their families.'

'A meaningful time spent with Warren G while sharing each other's deep stories'

'Next morning'

Staying up all night, Jennie slept in more than usual, instead of waking up early like she's used to. With the noise, next door, thanks to the house being constructed, and Tony & Nate shouting to wake up, she groaned, stirring in her sleep.

"Five more minutes..." She murmured.

"Let's go! Let's go! We got a long day." Tony announced, while Jungkook squirmed on the couch, but continued to lay across the couch. "Jennie! Wake up, girl! You're always the first one up, what happened!?"

"Her and Jungkook were gaming last night." Jimin giggled, while Tony shakes her.

Effortlessly picking her up in his strong arms, Tony put her over his shoulder and walked over to the couch. Suddenly, she's placed right on top of Jungkook's spread out body, on the couch.

"Wake up, Jennie! And wake up Jin!" Tony shouted, trying to make them wake up.

"That's Jungkook." Jennie let out a sleepy laugh. Looking down, she saw herself sitting right on his back and shifting to the edge of the couch.

Voice slightly hoarse from sleep, she shook him. "Sorry, for sitting on you, Kookie. Kookie! Get up!"

Jungkook sat up, groggy from sleep as he heard her giggle at his bedhead.

"BTS, what's poppin'?" Tony greeted, walking up to Jungkook to finally wake him up.

Sitting next to Jennie and still tired, Jungkook tilted his head to the side, resting his head on her shoulder, trying to go back to sleep. Drowsy herself, Jennie rested her head against his, attempting to get some extra Zs.

"You two are always so close. Give the skinship a break!" Jimin teased but got no response from the teenagers.

"I think they're ignoring you." V said with an amused grin.

Finally, more awake, the members look at the next mission.

'BTS! Make the music video full of hip hop spirit and swag!'

"So we're gonna teach you guys a new work, right? It's called Stuntin." Tony informed.

"The purpose of stuntin', two reasons you stunt, alright, is to get attention and is that when you get that attention, girls like what they see. The people like what they see, you know." Nate added.

"We just wanna make sure that, when y'all come to Los Angeles, when y'all come to America, y'all gotta do the rap video the right way."

"Your videos are dope. But, there's one thing that we never really saw a lot of and that was girls."

"Oh, my God!" Suga exclaimed.

"But we have Jennie!" Jimin pointed out. "Miss Bangtan!"

"He said girlS." She emphasized the S. "Not girl."

"So today, we going out, we're gonna find girls. Y'all gonna talk to 'em. Get them in the music video." Tony announced.

Jennie laughed at the guys' reaction as they oh'ed and covered their faces.

"Is that possible? We can't even speak English, is that possible?" Suga doubted. "We're not using Jennie?"

"Nope. For the music video, you guys are not going to use Jennie. You know her too well, you gotta find some other girls." Tony answered.

Curious, Jennie asked, "So what am I going to do?"

"Jennie, you are going to find a guy for your part of the music video." Tony pointed out.

"Oohhhhh." The guys exclaimed, looking at her as she let out a soft chuckle.

Jennie (Eh heh heh...come again?)

"Do our tutor hyungs have any friends?" Jimin asked.

"I could bring you some ladies but it's up to you to woo those ladies. I mean, make the ladies feel like, 'Wow, I really like V.', 'I really like Suga.'" Nate explains. "Alright so, these skills that we're about to teach y'all, these should not be used for personal gain. These are to be used to catch girls for your music video."

"First we're going to start with Jennie." Tony gestured.

"Yay! Ladies first!" Jimin cheered.

"Jennie, you're cute. You're down to earth, and you have a pretty smile. You can use that as an advantage." Tony told her as she smiled and gushed over his kind words. "Now, I want to know how you would approach a guy if you saw him playing on the basketball court."

"Okay, I'll try." She said while Nate stood up to get out of her way. On cue, she walked up to Tony, shooting him a sweet smile. "Hey." She said in a confident voice.

"What's up, girl?" He played along.

"I'm Jennie. What's your name?"

"Tony."

"Nice to meet you, Tony. I saw you playing over there, at the basketball court. I wanted to tell you that I was impressed. Your skills are A-1." She nodded in approval.

"Thanks, do you play?"

"Yeah, I play a little basketball. You want to play a round?"

"Ight, let's go play."

The guys look on, impressed

Jennie (Approaching a guy to talk is fine, but I was tongue tied about how to approach the guy for the music video. I dunno, I think I should talk a lot first, get to know him and then bring up the music video. I don't want it to be too sudden.)

"Before you even talk to a girl, the first thing is, you gotta go after the right kind of girl. Okay, we're trying to cast a hip hop video, okay? So, what do we need? We need girls that care about how they look, just like how we carin' about our chains and we know we flashy. You need girls that are on the same tip." Nate informed the guys. "The nails. They need to look good."

"If they take care of their nails, they take care of how they look, too." Rap Monster translated in Korean.

Jennie (Oh! So, you taking shot at my chipped nails, now? Well damn. I take care of myself, although my nail polish isn't on point today!)

"Let's see Jennie's nails!" Jimin grabbed her hands.

Snatching them back, she hid her nails. "No, don't look at them, the nail polish is chipped." She warned.

"Second thing, when you approach these girls, it's great, you gotta have, what is called an ice breaker. Like a point of entry to get a conversation going. What I think is the best approach is to compliment something that you see on them. Best to compliment something on instead of her body, her face or you know, like her earrings. Like something, a small detail on them." Nate advised.

"I like your nails, and I~ love you," Jimin said in English, holding Jennie's hand as he tried to hug her.

"Boy, bye!" She playfully shoved him away, earning laughs from the guys.

"Chimchim, your English is bad." Tony declared. "So, we gonna find something that will help you get the girl, right? I think you're charming, I think you're funny. I think you're nice, okay? You go up to a girl, maybe dance, wink while dancing."

Jimin demonstrated and sat next to Nate, asking him what was his name. "I'm Natalie." He answered.

"Nerullie?" Jimin repeated with hesitation, as a chorus of laughter filled the room

"Rap Monster, you can speak in English. That's good for you cause like, you can have a conversation with the ladies, right? One of the things that I notice is that you don't do good, you kind of look down on the floor when you think of your English. You gotta work on your eye contact." Tony advised.

"What's up?" Rap Monster approached Nate and sat next to him. "Your hat's dope. You're lookin' fresh, what's your name?"

"Natalie."

"I'm Rap Monster. How you doin'?"

"Good, how are you?"

"Ah..." He hesitated and buried his face into his hands, freaking out that he stuttered and lost his train of thought.

'Even in front of Natalie, a fake girl, Rapmon gets nervous'

"Jungkook! You're a really good singer, right? You can sing." Tony pointed out.

'Jungkook's charm is that he's a human jukebox.'

"You can sing like Chris Brown. Chris Brown's a big deal in the U.S. Right, so if you walk up to a girl, I can't sing, but if you sing a Chris Brown song, they can be like..." He acted like she was wooed.

"Oooh! Chris Brown~"

After laughing at Tony's gesture, Jungkook stood up and strode up to Nate.

'I am Chris Jungkook!'

"And I need you boo~" He started to sing.

'A sweet voice that's melting Natalie's heart.'

"Oooh!" The members of BTS look on.

Jennie (Okay, Jungkook. *Nods in approval*)

"I gotta see you boo, and the heart's all over the world tonight, said the heart's all over the world tonight~" He continued to sing and sat next to Nate.

"I like your voice." Nate complimented, portraying Natalie.

"I like you."

"WAAAAHHHHH!" Jennie and the guys yell out of shock.

Jennie dropped her jaw, shaking Jimin while he shook her, laughing out loud. "Yo! That was so bold!"

Applauding his efforts, Nate shot him a thumbs up with Tony. "That was good, that was good! But you can say, I like your style, okay? So like, yeah, cause I like you, is a bit too much like, I wanna be your boyfriend."

Turning to V, Nate called him out. "Now, the thing that you have going for you, you're like the dumb blonde of the group, okay?"

"I think everyone sees him that way." Suga teased

"I think you're the pretty boy of the group so it's like you gotta use your strength. You have broken English, so you know a little bit of English. Not a lot but use that as your strength, okay?" Nate pointed out.

"It's cute." Tony added.

"Yeah, it's cute."

"So, your thing is cute."

"Hello!" V greeted, sitting next to Nate.

"What's poppin?" Nate asked.

"My name is V. Your name is?"

"Natalie."

"Oh! Nice watch, how much?"

"How much is my watch? Ahh...I don't know, it's a gift."

"Give me your time, please."

"Like, what time is it?"

"No, your time."

"Oh, you want my watch?" Nate pointed to it, while Jennie giggled at them going back and forth.

"No, your time!"

"My number?"

"Oh! No, no, no, no!"

"Suga! Sweet Suga!" Tony called out. "So, I think Suga's the smoothest like he's laid back, he's cool. Y'know, so we're gonna play to his strength. Just be a smooth guy, just be yourself, okay?"

Suga walked over to Nate in his sunglasses and a phone in his ear. "I have chain." He said in broken English, sitting next to Nate.

"You have chains, that don't mean nothing to me."

"You like this?" Suga touched his chains

"It's alright." He shrugged.

"You like this, you like this chain? Three dollars."

"PFFFhahaha!" Jennie laughed out loud with V.

"J-Hope! What's your strength? What are you good at?" Tony asked.

"I'm dance." J-Hope replied in Broken English.

"You dance, then give her a rose." He suggested.

'J-Hope's charm is being a romanticist dancer'

"Hi, excuse me." J-Hope approached Nate, sitting next to him. "Have you heard my song?"

"Nope." He replied.

"Uh no? Good, good music."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He nodded and stayed silent, making everyone make a beeping noise, signaling that he was done.

"Jin, something tells me he's the more shy towards himself." Tony pointed out and stood up.

"Walk up like this. And say, 'Can you tell me how to get to so and so?"

"You understand, you're like the third best in English, in the group." Nate went on.

Jin acted like a tourist and approached Nate. "Ah, hi." He sat down next to him. "I'm Jin, can you speak Korean?"

"No."

"You don't know, annyeonghaseyo?"

"No."

"No? You know coffee?"

"Yes."

"I want coffee and where is the coffee shop."

"There one down there, on the corner of the Hollywood & Wilshire." Nate pointed out. "Like it's this way, two blocks."

"Uh, you can't speak Korean? I want to go coffee shop with you. Let's go."

"Oh dear!" Jennie laughed as she watched Jin grab Nate by the wrist.

"Especially with the language barrier, you guys are all doing very well." Nate complimented them after they settled down.

"Remember your skill, okay?" Tony reminded them.

"All right, let's go!"

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In the van, Rap Monster asked, "Hey, have you guys done this before? To a girl, you don't know?"

"Not even once!" Jimin replied.

"You guys never tried, even once?"

"How do we suddenly try to talk to a girl that's just passing by?"

"Have you talked to any guys in America? Guys you didn't know?" Rap Monster turned to Jennie.

"I've had a few crushes, but I never really approached them." She shrugged.

"Jennie, this is your stop." The producer told her.

"All right, peace out guys." She got out of the van with a small camera crew.

"Bye, Jennie! Good luck!" J-Hope grinned.

"Smile!" Jungkook encouraged.

"Use that charm!" Suga added.

"You got this, Ennie!" V cheered.

"Don't end up getting a boyfriend!" Jin warned.

She rolled her eyes playfully and waved her hand at them, brushing the goofy comment aside, before the van leaves. "Okay...looks like we're at a skate park. Interesting."

Jennie (A skate park. I gotta find a guy at a skate park. On this nice sunny day. Wish me luck!)

Walking around, she looked like she was lost. There were a bunch of guys there, of different ages. Even a few girls that were skating around. She wanted to find someone that was near her age.

"Look out!" A guy shouted as she quickly moved out of the way. He skateboarded right past her, getting off to approach her. "Sorry about that, are you all right?"

Checking to see if she was hurt, she nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I'm good, thanks."

"You don't look like you come to the skate park often if you're standing around in the middle where people skate." He let out a soft laugh.

"Eh heh heh, yeah..." She shrugged.

"What's your name?"

"Jennie. And you?"

"I'm Ryan. You know, you look familiar...I can't help but think I've seen you before."

"I get that a lot."

"No, really. Weren't you a part of a group?"

Jennie (You know...It still shocks me that people remember me from those days. I mean, it wasn't that long ago, but it's nice to know that I'm remembered.)

"Yes, Amity."

"Yeah, I thought so. Wow, you're way prettier in person, that's for sure."

"Thank you, I'm actually shooting a music video. I'm in a K-Pop group. I'm looking for people to shoot, with me. Would you like to join?"

"Really? Sounds cool. My girlfriend would love to meet you, she's a fan of yours."

Jennie (Of course...he has a girlfriend. Ahhh the last thing I need is some girl to be wallin' out because I'm around her boyfriend. Seen it too many times. My patience will thin if I'm around it and if she's the jealous type.)

"Wow, really? I'm so flattered. Thank you." She shot him a small smile.

"I may have to work but if I can make it, I'll come. Can my girlfriend come, too?"

"Yeah, of course. Can we take a picture?"

"Always!" He shot up the shaka sign and took the picture with her.

Jennie (One guy. Let's see if I can find another. Someone I can approach.)

Later, she saw a caramel skinned guy, who looked around her age. He was sitting on a bench, taking off his helmet to reveal his wild, curly hair. With his skateboard, next to him on the ground, he opened up a bottle of water to take a few big gulps.

"Hm. Why not." She decided to approach him. "Hey! Nice skateboard!" She pointed at the cool designs on the board.

As the sun shined on him, she could see the sweat glistening off his skin. He looked up at her, staring at her in his hazel eyes, he flashed her a grin, giving her a friendly vibe.

"Thanks." His voice was deep, yet kind.

"I'm Jennie."

"Kevin." He stood up to shake her hand. He was a few inches taller than her. "Do you come here, often?"

"No, this is my first time, I was just observing, seeing if I like skateboarding. How old are you?"

"17."

"I'm 16. Since it's my first time, do you mind showing me the basics? You look like you know your stuff."

"Yeah, sure." He gestured her over to his skateboard. Standing on top of it, she grabs onto him. "What made you interested in skateboarding?"

"Eh, I've been seeing it everywhere, I wanted to know what the hype is."

"I'm sure you'll like it after I teach you a few moves." He guaranteed. He grabbed her hand and guided her while she moved around on the skateboard.

"I'm not gonna fall, am I? You'll catch me, right?"

Letting out a warm chuckle, he nodded. "I won't let you fall. Don't worry."

Jennie (This guy is chill and so respectful. I never got into skateboarding, I just said what I said to start a conversation. But he makes skateboarding interesting. I might want to try it out and get into it, in the future.)

After being taught the basics and sharing a few laughs and corny jokes, she sat down with him, on the bench. "Is skateboarding all that you like to do?" She asked.

"Nah, I like music."

"Sweet, me too!"

"You do? What do you do?"

"I sing and dance. I can also play the guitar."

"That's ight. I play the drums."

"Wow. Very interesting. You know, I'm a part of a group. We're filming a music video. I was wondering, would you like to be a part of it?"

"Music video, huh? What genre?"

"K-Pop."

"What's K-Pop?"

"Korean Pop. I can let you listen to some songs!" She took out her phone and played a Big Bang song.

"Yeah, I heard of this! Oh, so this is K-Pop. They're good. I find their music catchy."

"I know right. So what do you say?"

Jennie (Please say yes, PLEASE)

Kevin shrugged. "Why not."

Sighing out of relief, she happily cheered. "Awesome! Thank you! Let's take a picture, together." She pulled up the camera on her phone.

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'Music Video Set'

Walking in the place, BTS and Jennie were in awe, as they were all dressed up for their music video. Jennie wore jean shorts with a flannel around her waist, along with a loose tank top. While they check out the pool, they think about 50 Cent's We Up music video and how he shot the music video at the same place.

'Today's shooting set is full of hip hop style'

Jennie checks out the view around the poolside. So many buildings and a beautiful blue sky with scattered clouds around as she felt a breeze, against her skin, it was a pleasant day.

As she admired the view, Jungkook approached her, with his camera. "Jennie! What are you doing, right now?"

"Checking out the amazing view! Ain't it pretty?"

"It sure is. How are you feeling about the shoot?"

"Nervous. I hope everyone comes. I wonder what might happen if no one shows up."

"We'll use our staff, then!" He suggested.

"Hahah!"

As Jungkook went back inside, he and the rest of the guys were patiently waiting for their casting girls to come. "Someone's coming!" Jimin shouted.

Suddenly, the same guy Jennie was hanging out with yesterday, Kevin, arrived.

He looked cleaned up from the sporty outfit he wore yesterday. He had his hair cut with waves, wearing a clean pair of jeans and a black blazer under a white tank top. He arrived with his parents who wanted to support him

"Hey, is this where the music video is?" He asked, looking around as Rap Monster nodded. "Is Jennie, here?"

"Oh! It's Jennie's guy! Jennie! Come inside!" J-Hope gestured to her.

Turning around, she saw Kevin waving at her. "Ah!" She screamed and speed ran inside, making the guys laugh at her enthusiasm. "You're here!" She pulled him in for a big hug.

"Told you, I would."

Pulling away, she checked out his outfit. "Oh, wow, you really cleaned up for me. You look good."

She turned to his parents. "Hi, I'm Jennie. It's nice to meet you." She shook their hands. "Thank you for having him, here."

"Of course. And I wasn't going to let him look any ol' type of way for a beautiful girl, like you. My son knows better." His father put a hand on his shoulder.

"I hope he looks okay for the shoot." His mother mentioned.

"He looks great. Thank you." Jennie reassured her.

With the Bangtan Boys, they watched as Jennie happily talked to Kevin and his parents.

"Of course, Jennie's guy comes first. You never keep a girl waiting." Jimin pointed out. "He's handsome,"

"He is. Jennie picked a good one," Hobi grinned.

After waiting, Jin and J-Hope's girl, Jewel, with the green sunglasses, arrive. Then V, Jungkook and Suga's girl, Victoria. And lastly, Jimin and Rap Monster's girl, Christina.

Afterward, Warren G approached them and greeted them. "We're here, Los Angeles, California, man! But before we go any further, I wanted to congratulate you guys on picking some very beautiful ladies, and to you, Jennie, picking out this fresh looking, young man. We're gonna shoot this Boy In Luv, video shoot. And let everybody know how we're supposed to do it. I'm gonna give you guys some pointers, on certain things. Check you guys out, make sure y'all doing it, right. Let's get it in!"

'There are a total of 3 places where they will film at'

'Sofa, kitchen and swimming pool'

'With three areas to film at in the luxury mansion, shall we now start filming this swag filled music video?'

Team trouble was first while Jennie watched them prepare. She couldn't help but giggle at Jungkook's shyness as he began to fan himself. Later, she overheard Victoria say, "Jimin is pabo." when V asked her to.

"Pfff!" Rap Monster stiffed a laugh.

"What the hell!" Jimin looked on, dumbfounded.

"HAHAHA! She unintentionally called him dumb." Jennie laughed with Kevin.

When it was time for Jennie to film, she sat on the couch while the song was playing.

He wants to be my oppa. Shall I call him oppa?

Sliding to sit on the couch, Kevin presents her with a rose and she happily accepts it.

What should I do? Why is my face getting so hot from his intense stares?

Glancing at him, she looked away, pretending to be shy while he wrapped an arm around her, getting closer.

The next filming sessions went successfully, with gestures such as him coming up behind her, presenting her with a rose, wrapping an arm around her and even kissing her on the cheek, which caught the guys' attention.

"Ah! He kissed her!" V pointed in surprise.

"What!?" Jungkook and Jimin shouted, turning their heads to where Jennie was filming.

Kissed her?

Who?

What?

Where?

How?

WHY?

"I hope he asked for permission," Jin spoke up as he watched the two like a hawk.

Jimin whined. "Why is he kissing my Jennie? Ennie, why have you betrayed me? She's cheating on me, hyung." He grabbed onto Jin, in despair. "What am I going to do?"

After getting some pointers to add more gestures and have more eye contact, Jen and Kevin head to the pool to film their last shot. For the shot, she took off his sunglasses and put them on her eyes instead, while attempting to ignore his advances.

"Hehehe, remember when Jennie was so nervous when I got so close to her as we filmed a shot for Boy in Luv?" Jimin teased. "She seems more comfortable, now. I wonder how comfortable she'll be when we film our new music videos for our upcoming album."

Sitting at poolside, on one of the blue lounge chairs, Jennie and Jungkook sat next to each other. "I just want to hurry up and become an adult," Jungkook mentioned on camera.

"Oh really? Why?" She asked as he turned to face her.

"When you're an adult, you can like, smoke cigarettes and stuff but my dad smokes and I really hate it. Can I send a video message to my dad?" He turned to the camera. "Dad! Please stop smoking. Yeah? It's not good for your liver! Either buy an e-cig or quit smoking. All the bad stuff is piling up, inside of you, right now. So, when you see this, I hope you, I want you to quit smoking."

"With me, I'm kind of looking forward to being an adult. Get to try out new experiences that teen me can't do at the moment."

"Whenever Jennie and I are around the staff, they don't drink alcohol because of us."

"Jungkook will be drinking before me though. I'm not drinking until I'm 21 in America. Because my parents will obliterate me if they catch me drinking underage, even if I'm 21 in Korean age."

"I want to learn how to drive."

"Me too, I should already be learning, but oh well. One day." She shrugged.

"Driving and a tattoo. I want to get a tattoo."

Surprised, she stared at him. "You serious?"

"Yep." He shot her his trademark bunny smile.

"Where do you want a tattoo?"

"I'm not sure, yet."

"What are you two mumbling about?" Suga walked over to them

"I saw that one of the girls has a tattoo behind her neck. So, I want one, too." Jungkook explained.

"You're saying you want a tattoo on TV?" Suga scolded.

"Why? When I become an adult!"

"I think he's out of his mind, right now."

"What? I don't think so. Tattoos are cool." Jennie spoke up. "Jungkook is going to look awesome with tattoos if he chooses to get them,"

"You want one, too?" Suga asked. "So many of our fans are being sad, right now."

"Hahaha, I didn't say I want one. Never crossed my mind."

#bts #bangtan boys #American hustle life #the bangtan girl #jungkook x oc #bts 8th member #bts additional member #bts added member #bts female member

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gamebunny-advance · 2 years ago

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As a Double Consolation...

Here's an old comic script I wrote about Puck and Pepper. I can never finish it because I don't know how to make two people sitting down interesting to look at for over 3 pages.

Pep: So… how do you feel about kids? Puck: Kids? Puck: Oh! I'd love to have kids! It's been my dream to start a family! Pep: I see… Puck: But, even when I imagine a life with just the two of us, I'm still as happy as I can be! So, I'd still like to make this work! Pep: Oh, Puck… Puck: Besides, we can still adopt or get a donor if you're okay with that. I know that you'd be an amazing mom either way! Pep: Puck, you really are too swee- Wait. Donor?

Pep: Don't you mean a surrogate? Puck: No. Since you told me you couldn't get pregnant, I figured I could have the baby instead. Pep: You can get pregnant? Puck: For now. I didn't want to get my tubes tied until I officially settled down. Pep: Huh?! Puck: You're acting pretty surprised about this. I told you I was trans, didn't I? Pep: No!? We never talked about anything like that! Puck: Really?

(Puck thinks of all the times he's hung out with Pepper)

Puck: Huh. I guess I didn't. Haha! Pep: Oh, Puck… you really are too forgetful- wait. But if you're trans, why would we need a donor? Puck: C'mon Pepper, you know how babies are made, right? Pep: Yes, I know how they're made. I'm saying that we could just make one together. Puck: …we can? Pep: …Puck. Did you forget that I'm trans too? Puck: I don't think you ever told me that. Pep: I did, back when...

(Pepper thinks of all the times she's hung out with Puck).

Pep: Huh. I guess I didn't. Puck: I guess we're really like two peas in a pod! Pep: Yeah, I guess so. Both: (laugh)

Puck: So, shortly after that, we got married and had Junior! ROB: Wow. So you really have always been this stupid. Puck: Hey! It's not like we had a reason to ever ask about it until then. ROB: Why would either of you not mention that before you started dating? Puck: Well… I was so smitten when I first met Pepper that the first thing I said to her was, "Please be my girlfriend!" She said yes, and we hit it off immediately. Even after we'd just met, we talked as easily as old friends. Puck: Then it turns out she was! G&W: What do ya mean?

Puck: Turns out she was actually an old friend of mine, and I just didn't recognize her. (Shows Otto and Pepper) Puck: She really changed so much! GW and ROB: (They're not that different…) Puck: I'm just happy it all worked out! I've got to be the luckiest Pac in the world to have gotten such a wonderful wife and then have two adorable kids with her! (Puck gushes with hearts and sparkles) GW: Do you think we're ever gonna be like that? ROB: Hopelessly obnoxious? I hope not.

#gbunny writes #pac man #ms pac man #rob #mr game and watch #i imagine that puck just smiles through anything #he just doesn't take anything that seriously

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emeritus-fuckers · 1 year ago

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My identity Female she/her, heterosexual and heteroromantic

Who do I like Me and Jez thought it would be fun to do a repugnant match up for each other so in this case repugnant :D

What do I look like

Erm 5ft 7, faded red/pink coloured hair, not sure what my body type is XD I love black skinny jeans, I normally wear them doc Martins, band tshirt and leather jacket. But if I’m going out, out or something like that I wear a dress. I have too many XD but even when wearing a dress I try and give it a punk/alternative look. I have no piercings or tattoos because I’m not fond of needles but I want to get some one day.

What’s my personality Energetic, chatty, caring and adventurous. I am mostly chilled and laid back unless I am really tired or hungry (hangry). I don’t like confrontation but if someone upsets my friends/family/partner etc I will 100% defend them. I enjoy chaos to an extent haha and yeah I think I’m a bit of an adrenaline junky (for lack of a better way of saying it).

What are my interests I love music, listening to it and going to gigs. I have a wide ranging music taste. I also love writing stories, I could sit and write all day if I had the time :D I enjoy cooking as long as I’m not cooking all the time and I love food. I love travelling (as I type this I am on a train yay) but I am not at all good with flying lol.

Trivia I enjoy hanging out with my friends and having a laugh. Also autumn is my favourite time of year. I enjoy being by myself and enjoy it but I also thrive in a tight knit group and kinda need that. I used to play bass in a band but I can also play guitar and the drums (but not as well as the other two).

Thanks :) x

This post is part of the 1000 followers match up event. Entries (asks) for the event close on 23rd October.

Your match is... G. Grotesque!

Totally lets you steal his clothing to make you look even more alternative.

Wanna dye your hair again? Who do you think dyed Mary's hair? Of course it was G., come on now.

He helped raising his younger sisters (still helping raise his youngest sister, since she's just ten), so he's pretty good at cooking. It's not his favorite thing, but getting to cook with with you definitely moves up on his list of favorite activities.

He's very social, so your friends become his friends pretty much the moment he meets them. It's literally impossible to dislike him.

He enjoys fall too, since it's the time of the year that rain is most common, and he loves the rain (will probably drag you out to play with him).

He's super impressed with you playing bass! Teaches you some of his favorite riffs and lets you mess around with his own instrument when you're bored. He trusts you with it!

Totally shows you off to the rest of the band. Not only do you look cool, you also play instruments!!

He's very close with the others and once you get used to them (and they get used to you), y'all are gonna be very close.

Takes you on tours with him.

He has a similar approach to you when it comes to conflict. He doesn't like it, but if he has to, he can easily scare the other person away. He is a scary metalhead, after all, even if he's a complete sweetheart.

He's gonna get all up in your business as you write, trying to get on your lap or cuddle up around you to watch you work as close as he can.

You go on adventures together and do pretty much everything together, but make sure he gets his cuddles afterwards. He loves cuddles!

Written by Jez.

#ask #christie-r0ad #match up event #match up #g grotesque #repugnant #repugnant band

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atieflingtime · 2 years ago

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GAME: A Fool’s Errand by Mike Free

DESCRIPTION: “You are the jester in King Lyrics’ court. Through mere observation you discovered a conspiracy threatening their rule. You now have the fruitless task of warning their majesty.”

ITEMS NEEDED: A deck of playing cards (jokers included)

THOUGHTS: I read the rules wrong! I used both the number and suit of the same card to determine the petitioner, rather than drawing one card for the kind of petitioner and a second one for their relation to the conspiracy.

My mistake didn’t wind up taking enjoyment out of the game at all (which is a plus in my books!) since it also means it didn’t rely on everything being followed exactly. The only thing is I had to adjust to not getting repeat petitioners, but that’s because of my mistake rather than anything in the actual game haha and it still worked out well imo

It was pretty interesting to play through a situation where your goal is futile — like no matter how much your jester character desperately wants to warn the king about the conspiracy, they are destined to ultimately fail.

Perhaps having some reference to what sort of timeframe in-game we’re playing under? I think that’s really the only thing that could be a tweak, but tbh ain’t ABSOLUTELY needed since players can decide how long time is between petitioners. I kinda threw myself off since I didn’t make myself any time indicators in my own text-playthru but I intended it to be seen as taking place over several years!

I think I played for about 3 hours? Definitely could have gone on for longer but my shuffling put my two joker cards only one card apart lol

Also I’ll be entirely honest I don’t know anything about jesters or courts but I had a lot of fun :P

unedited playthru is under the readmore (:

The King: (8 of diamonds) A prophesied demi-god Goal of the conspiracy: (Queen of hearts) eradicate loyalty to the king

The King is prophesied to be a demi-god, half-seeded from the god of the sun. There’s a conspiracy brewing to eradicate loyalty to the king — people whispering he’s no sun god’s son.

The Jester is a rather rude man. The sharp smile combined with a foxed face makes even the kind words he says, however infrequent, sound rude and disingenuous.

FIRST PETITIONER: 3 of Clubs A merchant asking for a permit to sell wine; unaware of the conspiracy

I could hear the merchant approach before he rounded the corner to walk through the archways of the hearing hall. He was already fat and jingled with the coins in his coin purses. His strides were clipped and unconfident, and the etching of uncertainty showed in the flush of his face. This wasn’t anything I hadn’t watched happen before. People are funny when in the presence of others they think are above them.

Watching his flushed face as he spoke to the court of the god-king — I didn’t realise anyone could costume themselves to look like they had berries smeared across their nose and cheeks so thoroughly without ever touching the fruit — it seemed just pedestrian petitioning for a permit. The maroon of his clothes stitched in greens and yellows didn’t look familiar, and there was no other families in the area with royal ambitions that had that particular stitching colouring that I could recall. And I would be able to, if there were.

After the rambling, disorganised, and frankly extraneous request was ended with the merchant’s voice petering out, my god-king looked to me and gave me a nod. The beginning bell of my performance.

In a fluid motion, I got to my feet and removed the heavy winter weight cloak I’d left sat beside me. Fashioning it around me in a crude approximation of the size of the merchant, I bound to the court’s floor making deliberate movements to the bells on my wrists with my footfalls. Jingle your coin at me, and I will jingle back. It means nothing to me.

A wide arc of my arms out hold them as far apart as I was able, punctuating the movement with a flick of my wrists to make the bells tink. “Oh dear, glorious, illustrious, golden god-king of whichever other descriptors my father of name Orszak before me told me to call you to flatter you.”

Small stifled chuckles rippled through a few of the court attendants.

“I wish to request permission to drink my wine-wares inside of the city walls for coin!” An over exaggerated sway as I stood, “pardon me, I want to sell the wine I am unable to drink myself to the fair peoples of your inner city.” I jingled my wrist-bells again, tugged at the lapels of my overcoat. “We produce it ourselves; Orszak family name is proud. My father was the businessman, I’m merely inheriting his routes.”

Glancing over to the Merchant, his large grey eyes were fixed to the floor.

I postured my hands out, palms up but not supplicating like a beggar, my back kept farm-straight. “My father and elder brother, Tomasz Orszak, were only recently unfound through their route. An injured and scared ass only what we’ve found so far.” My nod was slow, and could easily be mistaken for a theatrical over-exaggerated motion, but my unwavering eye contact with the god-king let him know my personal answer. “I am the second-son and thought always my future was in the fields.”

The second eldest Orszak merchant rubbed a wrist, one of his meaty hands covering over the pulse point and lightly wiping the crooked and dirt-marred thumb of his rubbing his skin. Nerves from a fish out of water. Or a farmer without a field, I guess.

The god-king raised one of his slender, gilded hands. I straightened and stood as motionless as I was able. The courtiers sounded like they were holding their breath.

“You are approved for you and your foodwares to be sold inside the inner city,” the god-king’s voice was smooth and tinny, “I ask for your family to write a formal request with your situation, in addition to sending one of your ilk to acquire the permit.”

The merchant visibly sagged in relief — all the tension pulling his spine tight leaving in an instant. He thanked the god-king in a thick and clumsy country term, and left quickly.

I knew the look in the god-king’s eyes was saying to me that I was took harsh in my initial portrayal. That’s fine. He’s allowed to be wrong about things as interpretive as art. Though that certainly wouldn’t be an opinion I’d ever let taste oxygen.

SECOND PETITIONER: 9 of Diamonds A doctor needs subjects for research ; a neutral party in the conspiracy

Doctors always had a particular stench that seemed to follow them. Maybe death, but more likely just a miasma of sickness. This one was different from the rest. They stood rod-straight, but their shoulders rounded forward to create an odd gathering of fabric draping over their chest cavity. When told to remove any of their garb, they refused. A curiously higher-than-expected voice carried muffled from the beak-mask of the doctor. I decided not to include that peculiarity in my performance.

Not being able to see the doctor’s face made my job more challenging, but when the god-king gave his nod, I had no choice but to perform.

They were aware of the conspiracy for treason — I could tell that much — but it seemed they weren’t swayed to either way. Doctors were hard to convince into the kingdom, and seldom lasted very long. I wasn’t about to dissuade this one from continuing.

I stood as tall as I was able, jutting my chest out instead of caving it in like the doctor was. There must be a reason they’re keeping that posture, and I was not going to draw attention to it with my performance. “”Regardless of any situations that arrive,” I tried my best approximation of their accent, eating my Rs and pushing the sides of my tongue to my teeth, “matters of the body still need to be investigated.”

Arching my arms to hold my palms up to the gilded ceiling, a position of higher pleading. “These subjects of research will help future generations of the sun-god’s kingdom.”

Eye contact. Slow nod.

Approval.

THIRD PETITIONER: 3 of Diamonds A merchant asking for a permit ; neutral party to the conspiracy.

Immediately, I didn’t like how this merchant walked into the court. He looked too at-ease and comfortable.

His ashy straw-coloured hair laid in a thick plait twisted around itself and pinned against the back of his neck. Impossibly intricate embroidery made the previously soft felt-fabric stiff and likely itchy. Stabbing storm-silver in jagged patterns through the cobalt sky of his coats. A brilliant red waist-apron secured with a thick blue cord weighted at the ends with metalcrafts spilled down his lap like a bloody waterfall.

The nod.

“God-King,” I tried to force my voice to have the same tenor as the petitioner, “even as I stand here asking for permits to continue growing my hoard of silver, I speak to you as one powerful man to another.” I glanced to the merchant, his dark eyes glowering at me from where he stood. “Do you not deign to meet me on the same level? Truly it isn’t so far down?”

A murmur of light shock and gossip rustled through the rest of the court.

“These goods are merely the work of others, but I know I’m among compatriots when it comes to building things off others.” The merchants face was flushing in anger. I locked eyes with the god-king, and lolled my head side to side in a ‘no’ while speaking, “There’s few differences, yes?”

Denial of the petition. The merchant spat at me when he left. I’d fear I’ve made more enemies than allies in my time here but I don’t particularly care either way. When the god-king dies, I’ll still be alive.

FIFTH PETITIONER: 4 of Hearts A famous musician hoping to be commissioned ; loyal to the king.

If the clang of brass and the hollow noises sounding when she rounded a corner too closely weren’t enough of a tip-off, then her poufed hat with feathers and filigree certainly took out the guesswork.

She hoped to be commissioned for at least one ballad extolling the virtues and benefits of the god-king and his kingdom. From the rolling of her silver ring, however, I believe she was hoping to be taken on as a resident artist. Those kinds of silver rings were made by hand only for those who you loved.

Nod. Expectations or my performance.

I took a supplicants posture. “Would you not want someone so deeply in love to write and sing about the beauty inside the fair kingdom of the god-king?” A jingle of my wrist-bells and I dramatically gripped my abdomen. “For one to give you and your subjects the love I have felt inside my heart and soon to grow in my belly?”

Wide-faced fear and surprise jolted through on the musician’s face, her lips sticking out just a bit as she ground her teeth to try and keep the expression from pulling any noises from her throat.

Eye contact to the god-king. “Merely exchange my talents to the god-king in return to consistent work and stable housestays for me and mine.” I nod to him.

The musician glossy eyes nearly overflowed when the god-king said she will be held for contract, and her own may also live in one of the sites in the inner city.

FIRST JOKER DRAWN

My words were quick and plain. “There’s a conspiracy whispered through the inner city and the fields outside it.” I stood straight, shoulders far more relaxed than I felt. There was far more than whispers snaking their way through the ears of the god-king’s spheres of influence. Even the more loyal subjects of his were wavering in their faiths.

I’m not wholly surprised.

The god-king has been taking less and less interest in the common subject — preferring to dote on emissaries from surrounding kingdoms, boldly to the detriment of the people that keep him safe.

“If there’s more than a whisper, then that’s when we will simply order them buried,” the god-king’s voice disgusts me for the first time. It sounds greased from the pheasant poached in butter he’d eaten with the jewel-dripping emissaries from the southwestern country lining the border.

I nodded. I couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“Leave if there’s nothing interesting to come out of you, then.”

I did as I was told.

SIXTH PETITIONER: 10 of Spades A diplomat attempting to establish a new trade agreement ; part of the conspiracy

The diplomats were certainly a sight to behold.

The main speaker out of the pair of them was tall and glinting with the sheer amount of filigree inlaid to the layers of cloth draped so delicatly in dizzying amounts. I couldn’t make sense of when a swath of fabric ended and another started, or if they were just metres-long sheets of finery folded in meticulous ways. Her hair hung heavy over her back near-below her shoulderblades, with the ends of it somehow tied and pinned under so the shown length was only half the true amount. It was covered with constellations of filigree pins inlaid with precious stones.

Her companion was a man in similar stature to her. His foxed face reminded me of my own, though his eyes were rimmed with a purposeful soot, and his mouth was less scarred from teeth. The same dizzying swaths of fabric made up his clothing, though his seemed less imbued with threaded metal since it didn’t glimmer the same way as the speaker’s did. There was a heavy overcoat of fabric placed over his shoulders, splitting somewhere under his long hair from the single pane down his back, to two tails down either side of his neck. The leather belt holding it tight to his waist almost looked out of place, but it clinked and glittered with chatelaines full of golden curiosities.

“A new trade agreement needs to be worked out,” the Speaker’s voice was clear and decisive. “Your kingdom is left wanting.”

The god-king sat with glazed over eyes — bored before any conversation had ever started. This was exactly why the conspiracy has been able to grow like wildfire. Apathy was oxygen to its fire.

I watched the man, beautiful and glinting, move his rough hands over to an empty spot on his belt. Probably habit from having a sword or other weapon hung there for longer than it rested elsewhere. “I implore you to listen to the Speaker,” is voice held less presence than the Speaker’s, but it was oaky and I wanted to hear more.

A moment of pause before the god-king waved his hand dismissively and turned to me. “Perform. Now.” His eyes slid off me as soon as the word was spat out.

I ground my teeth. I didn’t expect to be treated as even partly an equal, but I never would have though the king I served to the detriment of my life milestones to not even look at me as he spat commands.

Rising from my seat — downgraded severely from my previous spot near the court’s seats, to a threadbare pillow on the chilled floor with the petitioners — I exhaled and dropped my shoulders. Trying to relax my jaw and prevent soreness from grinding my teeth. I stood straight and unwavering, feet squared and arms bent lightly out at the elbows with my palms down. I can feel the metal in my over-cloak bite me in the ribs.

“I implore you to listen to the Speaker,” I repeated the man’s lovely oaky words in my own thistled voice. A deep, measured breath shook its way out of my throat. I repeated the Speaker’s words with as much clarity as I could lend my own voice. “Your kingdom is left wanting.”

SECOND JOKER The conspiracy is successful ; game finish.

I threw knife.

Gods don’t bleed, and neither do their offspring. The former king proved to be neither.

#solo ttrpg #atieflingtime playthrus #atieflingtime #indie ttrpg #review #a fool's errand ttrpg

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highwayphantoms · 2 years ago

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Happy Fridayyy! For DADWC: “It will be easier, if you just talk to me.” for Handers?

why ty here is some mildly angsty Briar/Anders for you :3 (and for @dadrunkwriting haha)

Words: 630 Rating: G Warnings: None here!

“Anders, wait,” she called after him, following as he stalked out to the main hall and then straight out the front door. She was about to call his name again when he finally stopped after five or six steps and turned back to face her. He was visibly furious, and it tore at her heart that it was her fault. Still, he was quiet as he glowered back at her, granting her the opportunity to speak. Briar took a deep breath, and in the steadiest voice she could manage, she said, “I don’t know what I said wrong, but I’m sorry. It’s cold. Please come back in.”

He said nothing, only maintaining his icy glare.

This was so unlike Anders that she was at a loss. It was Fenris who would shut down and shut her out—Anders was normally so open, and something told her that leaving him alone was the worst thing she could do. Briar took a cautious step forward, though the cobblestones were bitterly cold through her woolen socks, and pleaded, “It would be easier if you would just talk to me. Please, Anders.”

Anders shook his head, and gestured towards her and the manor behind her. “Go back to your perfect little life, Hawke. I know when I’m not welcome,” he said, as frosty as the weather.

She winced at the use of her family name, so clearly meant to hurt. Which it did. “You know that’s not true,” she pleaded, taking another step towards him. “You’re one of my closest friends.”

He snorted humorlessly. “Am I your friend, or just a toy to be discarded now that I’ve become an inconvenience?”

“No,” she said quietly. “Anders, no.”

This time, he stepped forward, closing the distance between them. They stood there, mere inches from each other, for a long moment before he said in a low voice, “Then prove it.”

“Out here, where the whole of Kirkwall could see us?” she challenged.

He threw his arms wide and retorted, “Afraid I’ll ruin your reputation as an elf lover?”

Briar exhaled harshly and grabbed his tunic, tugging him into a bruising kiss. He responded in kind, tangling a possessive hand in her hair and pulling hard. When they broke apart some moments later, perhaps an eternity later, she did not release her grip on his clothes. “You’re insufferable,” she snapped, her scalp still stinging. “Surely I don’t have to explain to you that it is possible to care about more than one person at a time?”

“I’m insufferable?” He barked a bitter laugh. “Two hours ago, I was under the impression that nothing had changed, and what do I learn but you’re back with Fenris, and you couldn’t be bothered to warn me.”

“I tried,” she snapped. “But you were nowhere to be found, for three days. Until tonight I was afraid you were locked up somewhere, or dead.”

Finally, his expression changed. For a moment, Anders stared at her with open anxiety before he shuttered his face again and muttered, “I was busy.”

“I’ve figured that out now, thanks,” she said coolly. “Look. We’re grown adults, and I have always been clear with you that Fenris has my heart. If that means we’re done, then we’re done.”

He sighed, the anger melting away as quickly as it had come on. “No, you’re right. I’ve been unreasonable. If it’s all the same to you, I think it’s best I leave.”

More gently this time, she kissed him again, then said softly, “Fenris doesn’t object. If you want to come by tomorrow, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you.”

“I… would like that, yes,” he murmured. “You are so much kinder than I deserve, love.”

“You deserve the world. I only wish I could help you see that.”

#jay writes #briar hawke #dragon age #da fic

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athena-nation · 1 year ago

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walk-through

Aziraphale slowly traces their finger along the ledge of the mantle. Photos of holidays past with what would be considered friends and family reach along, nearly teetering, its entire length. They come to a photo in particular and stop.

“I married.” Crowley points with his wine hand, “And that's our son.”.

Their shoulders slack a bit and Crowley, without fear of being too close now, reaches his right arm over Aziraphale’s shoulder, plucks up the photo, and brings it around so they can look at it together.

And they look at it together

Crowley points out “This is my wife, Sarah. This is my son, Eli. My father-in-law, my mother-in-law, and …” a few other people with hyphens and descriptors but the words trail off in Aziraphale’s ears, their interior self starting to take on blighted emotions.

Crowley walks a long look from the photo to his former love’s face.

“What was I going to do? I gave up everything.” He inhales, then elongates an exhale. “I love my kid. He, he's a fucken Giant! He's so gentle, though. I call him my we bull Ferdinand.” He places the photo back on the mantle.

“He's Nephilim?”

Crowley nods.

“Erm, is that why the flood was so hard?”

“Didn't understand why it hurt so much until I became” he pats his weathered human hand on his chest “this. Then, crews of memories came and I saw myself after that. Your kind were killing the children of angels who what? Married and loved humans.” He moves towards the couch. “I walked among them, you know. Wishing I could have the same thing. A partner, a lover, a family of Nephilim children and mixed villages and beliefs and homes? What a blessed funny thing, to love and create love? Angels, humans, Nephilim, Elioud.”

He pauses to look at the mantle full of human relatives now.

“Then, they were found. They were a scourge to-”

“The Plan.” Aziraphale whispers.

“The great. fucking. ineffable plan.”

++++++++++++

They are now both sitting on the couch, Crowley to the right of the angel.

“I asked Hell to take everything including the throne that waited for me. Take my flight. Take my immortality. Don’t take my eyes, I loved them - so, of course, they did. But, I think they sort of felt bad because they gave me these eyes almost the same color. Which, which is yet another thing Eli did not inherit. He has no Angelic properties. Thank G-...."

He stops.

"I had to lose everything Angelic about me to get my memories back and now there are millions and millions of years of them that it hurts too much, my head is too small and the memories too big. Worst of the worst part? I didn’t realize there was a point that there was no more joy.”

“No more…joy? When?” Aziraphale quietly asked.

“I understand better now what happened.” Crowly skips over the too-hard-to-admit question. “Why they cast us out…”. His hurt makes a small place in his voice, “The audacity to think we could even share a little attention towards something so beautiful to us it outshone the sun? Brighter than God? How dare Her spotlight move an inch away from Her. A Seraphim who could fall In Love, no. That would not do. But, I couldn’t help it.

“I had already fallen in love with you.”

Aziraphale jolts, inhaling guilt hot and old. It awakens and spreads like a smoldering field under a forest fire floor. It was a new sensation. It was an unrealized shame.

“You fell. Because of me?” he asks.

Crowly nods. “And that, that is also why they bullied you. Why they called you soft, Azazel, scapegoat, weak.” In a teasing voice, he recollects, “Haha an angel fell for you and then he fell from heaven! Haha, you gonna start questioning the war against heaven. nyah nyah you’re crying because you’re becoming human.”

The replay of those schoolyard cruelties does bump up against a repression or ten.

++++++++++++

“I met Sarah 4 years after my wings were taken back. I was always sick after that happened and had these intense rolling fevers under my skin all the time. I didn’t know it was a human thing happening. So, I had to see a human doctor. After I came out of it, I…and she…” and trails off still feeling the burning in his arms. “...has a conference this week and will visit our boy at university.” He sounds lonely. “She’s back Sunday.” he sniffs, picks up his wine and finishes it.

“Eli is a good kid. BIG and yet quiet and beautiful and a painter and a footballer. Children are amazing things - he can be anything he wants. But best of all - he's not an angel. Not a single angelic power except when he looks at me. Oooch that crushes me.” Crowley says as he smiles thinking about that very feeling. I know he loves me and he tells me nearly every day. Twenty-four! And still tells his father he loves him. I think that's what I was looking for. All my heavenly creations and to never have any of them say that they loved me…”

ah. Hurt.

Crowly catches what he said, but is somewhere between apologizing for what was a fauxpax and letting the old love just feel it.

Aziraphale tries to equalize the conversation.

“I don't know if we had anything that would be considered ‘love’. A lot of it was fear and questioning and warm things and watching you and feeling you watching me, but…I had never fallen for anything before and definitely not the way…”

“But, I did. Because of you. Two times.”

“no no, nonononono…so this is MY fault? That’s not very fair. It's… a resentment now.” Aziraphale is growing hot underneath and the sadness becomes confusing.

Crowly moves his head almost serpent-like conveying what we would think is maybe, maybe not.

They are both staring at untouched drinks, Crowley’s wine, Aziraphale’s tea.

That. That is true hurt.

“They made you watch. Do you remember that?” Aziraphale wide and wet-eyed shook his head meekly. He did not. Not today. Crowley sucks in his lips, bites, and nods his head, “All 200 of us.” he snaps his fingers. “Just like that. No trial, just decided. Some all at once, some one by bloody one.” He quirks his mouth, “I was a ‘special case’. Because I had a head full of questions and a… a …a heart full of Love. Love that was not directed at God. So, I was the last one to go.”

Aziraphale looks away.

Crowley softens his speech.

“Maybe I should have said something sooner. Maybe, but I didn't and I would replay those days in the bookshop over and over in my head to try to get my mind around them and I couldn't and I know that I didn't want to know any of it anymore. One night I woke up soaked in tears - and all of a sudden I felt I was treading water and that THIS was the Karma of Eve. THIS is what I get for tempting her to bite the apple and now we alllll get to have Knowledge and that's pretty ba–. No, it isn’t bad. It’s a shame, really, cuz I thought,”

He puts his glass down and waits out the anger.

“I thought it was going to be a good thing, maybe even an ineffable thing of my own.”

+++++++++++

“Aziraphale, I broke."

It's cold. I wish I wore a thicker swear.

“It’s really hard to forgive you because you watched it happen and then didn't remember and then they punished you and punished you and punished you and you and we would have been a perfect foil to their hatred together, I guess. I don't know.

“You chose Heaven over us, for us.

“And I chose Earth over y-….” He pauses. “Let me correct that - I chose Earth, for me.

“Becoming mortal was not in anger towards you. It was time and I've never been consistently happier. I morbidly want to say thank you because I have this thing in my life now, but I'm not going to. I don't have a preternatural disposition for forgiveness. I can accept what happened and that’s it. And like every human should, I have a therapist and we just treat it all like a big traumatic brain injury. That seems to be the best way for me to get my head around what happened. Beginning of time to now. Like all of it was a dream. I was in a million-year coma. In a blackout.”

Blackout.

The visit has become humid. Aziraphale knows this has to happen.

+++++++++++

“Right,”

Crowley dusts off the top of his trousers, stands up, and puts his hand over to Aziraphale. They look up at him, put their hand in his, and get up from the couch. When standing, Crowley lets their hand go - it was merely to help. Aziraphale is numb.

“So, let me show you another thing…”

Crowley opens a set of French doors out into the garden. It’s dark out all around, but this is illuminated with tiny bulbs and solar lanterns in mason jars. They both nearly bump their heads on a few. “Wife.” Crowley smiles and hoists it up out of head-bumping reach.

It comes into view as they walk down a bit - a diminutive cottage Crowley steps over to, grabs the lock, and in two twists - opens it.

Aziraphale stifles weeping, slightly failing. Crowley had taken items from the bookshop and brought them here. The desk, the portfolios, notes, postcards, unread books and read ones.

It was a mini bookshop.

With only one chair.

Silence

“I…” Suddenly self-conscious, he tries again. “I weep myself to sleep, every night, right there.” He points to the chair, which bears evidence of a man whose face has folded many times into those arms and wept and slept and drank a little and wept and slept some more.

“Sarah knows she’ll never understand what happened. She’s never pried nor has tried to change my mind about keeping this” he moves his arm to wave it along the eyeline of the room, but drops it. He turns to Aziraphale. “She sees so many people at the hospital from veritable wars that she just accepted this habit of mine as…as a erm…traumatic brain injury. PTSD. An old coma’s ghosts.”

dead silence

“I've only recently begun to stop crying,” Crowley says, nodding, as he starts to. “and now you're fucking here, and for the first time in all our millennia together, seeing you here -

"I'm so fucking unhappy.”

Time stops, but in the human way.

“I can't bear to be near you. You're everything I ever needed and wanted and I couldn’t compete with God or the Second Coming that apparently NEVER happened.” He now gestures wide with his arms outstretched, one long fluid movement so intense and passionate it looks as if he never lost his wings.

“We….“ he bangs his chest, “weeeeeee all lived down here through whatever stupid thing you were all fighting over up there and maybe you fixed it and maybe nothing happened -

“but you didn't even throw a feather from the sky to let me know that there was some fucking kind of Peace going on.

”That you missed me.

“or you were just a little sorry.”

He is heaving and trying to hold onto any words without screaming. “Sure, it still rains fish in Texas and frogs in Croydon sometimes, there’s still some old mischievous magic from past events between us. but it does make me so so so fucking…….sad you. said. Nothing.”

silence is now an abyss

“You, too, then? Just like her? Not even one. fucking. Sign.”

Crowley drops his arms and all the energy he had brewing all evening, if not all the last 28 years, sinks out from him and into the ground cover.

“Aziraphale?”

so, … this is death

“Yes, Crowley.”

“Please leave.”

+++++++++++

The Angel is standing outside of the house, their back to the door, waiting to hear the click of a lock before walking away. It doesn't rain in this section of England very much which is very strange. It's almost like one last small miracle is left to protect the home, his wife, his son.

His humanity.

Aziraphael walks back to the car. No shade of yellow, just plain grey. A rental he doesn't drive through Soho on his way home to the end of the world.

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