#heron fic

[sanguinarysanguinity]

for the wip words - perhaps core, cure, and care?

Alas, there are no hits for 'core'!

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Untitled Hornblower something

The last thing Horatio saw before turning away to the boats was Bush on his knees in the sand, supporting the injured Côtard while Styles bound his wounded arm to his side. Côtard smiled at some comment of Bush's, before Styles' rough handling caused him to wince, leading both Bush and Côtard to snap at Styles in perfect unison.

It was good to see Bush and Côtard getting along for once; at least one source of disharmony had been cured by the morning's bloody action.

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Flight of the Heron x Dangerous Liaisons

So, my dear Vicomte, you have discovered my beautiful young Scotsman -- it was only a matter of time. You are not so discreet as you believe yourself; only your reputation as a seducer of women keeps others from seeing how you drool over him. I assure you, he has eyes for none but his wife. He is a positive bore on the subject; not even Beauty excuses such ill manners. It is such a pity to see a pleasing form wasted on a wife, is it not? Such conquests could be his, and yet he is nought but a laughingstock at Court.

As you will be, if you continue to be so obvious. Take this advice in the spirit in which it is offered: desist, before you make a fool of yourself over him. If you do not have a care, not even your reputation with women will save you.

[sanguinarysanguinity]

May I recommend to you Luzula's The Flight of Dragons? Which specifically focuses on the question of Jacobite dragons.

Considering the Jacobite rebellion in the Temeraire universe, and specifically, Jacobites and dragons.

As we see them, dragons in the UK are controlled by the military. Does this mean the Jacobites didn't have them? Did aviators defect? Or did they obtain dragons another way?

[chiropteracupola]

"...and Ardroy was a dragon's favourite if ever he had seen one. But then, Keith could not blame her."

Another illustration of Luzula's excellent Flight of the Heron/Temeraire crossover fic, 'The Flight of Dragons,' this time of Pràiseach and Ewen Cameron.

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Heyy! I absolutly loe your age Regression fics, Can I request age Regression Regina, she's been regressing ever since the bus incident and only the plastics know. But Her mask slips and Janis finally sees it?

Save me(I’m fine)

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: age regression, mentions to Regina getting hit by a bus, chronic pain

Regina goes back to the last time she’s ever felt genuine care and love from the one she misses the most

“Don’t wanna be lonely. Just wanna be yours.”

Regina George never asked for help. Why would she do that? She didn’t need help— she could handle herself. Until…she got hit by a bus and cold weather makes her curl up into a ball and cry from the pain in her back. Yep, the one and only, Regina George, North Shore High’s royalty has chronic pain now. She calls it her karma. For treating people like shit. Now the universe has had enough and was letting her suffer, for the rest of her life.

It’s been four months since the accident, give or take. She’s spent about half the time dealing with flare ups and the other half being in a constant baseline pain. Somewhere would always hurt. It affected her quality of life despite medications being available. She learnt not to rely on it, but also because regular ones barely took the edge off while the stronger one caused her to be too unlike herself. So…what did she do? The blonde eventually realised her actions fit the coping mechanism of age regression. The first time it happened, she had no idea why she was acting the way she did. But she came across some information online that caused her to piece the puzzle together. So she kept doing that, she regresses when the pain gets bad, to help herself get through that period of time. No one knew, of course. Regina hid it. She kept it subtle too, as much as she wanted to, she didn’t get anything the little part of her wished to have.

Maybe just watching an episode of her favourite cartoon as a kid, eating her favourite childhood snack while sitting in her bed, snuggled under a fuzzy blanket with her childhood stuffed animal. Only behind the closed doors of her bedroom.

But then everything changed two months ago, Regina had slipped into that headspace while hanging out with Gretchen because she’d been on the verge of doing so all week then her Mom burst into the room and asked her a hundred and one questions, causing her to become overwhelmed and shoved into regression involuntarily. Gretchen noticed the shift in her demeanour and urged June to leave the room. As unwilling as she was, the older woman left and Gretchen swiftly shut the door. She even locked it.

“Regina…what’s the matter?” Gretchen asked hesitantly.

Regina looks back at the girl, eyes glossy as her lips quivered. She bit onto her lower lip, fingers playing with a corner of a decorative cushion in her hands.

“I don’t know.” The blonde sobbed, “I feel weird.”

Slowly, the two friends worked through this new and unfamiliar situation. Gretchen kept an eye on her, letting her do what she wanted. But she always did some quick research on her phone and came to the conclusion that Regina’s behaviour was what she suspected it to be. Age regression. Regina likely regressed to the age of a middle schooler so she could communicate pretty damn well. But Gretchen was just a little shocked that she felt safe enough to slip into the headspace, and even stayed in that headspace— playing games on her iPad, hugging a stuffed bunny and having a fuzzy blanket laid on her lap.

Gretchen has never seen this from Regina since she was actually in middle school. They became friends soon after the blonde’s falling out with Janis. Then Karen came into the picture, too.

“Regina? Do you want to eat anything? You haven’t had lunch yet?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Your stomach just grumbled.” Gretchen said back quietly.

“Not hungry, Gretchen.”

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Instance number two: Karen finds out two weeks later at their usual sleepover after Regina had long and tiring shifts at work consecutively for four days. Gretchen let Regina be, knowing what to expect and knowing that it was a safe and necessary thing for Regina to do that and relax…feel better. Karen was curious, and confused, but her question sets Regina off. Regina burst into tears, “Why are you so mean to me?! I just want to play my games,”

“Karen, um— hang on a minute.” Gretchen sighs, “G, it’s okay. It’s okay, she’s just curious. You don’t need to talk if you don’t feel like it, honey.”

Regina nodded tearfully, trying not to cry more. She blinks profusely, trying to get rid of the tears but they still fell. Gretchen hurriedly handed the girl some tissues and calmed her down. Karen watched the whole thing unfold, curiosity growing.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. Okay? Just play your games, honey.”

When Gretchen sees that Regina was once again engrossed in her iPad, she excuses herself from the room with Karen— into the closet. To talk. It took Gretchen a little while to explain that so that Karen would actually understand. But ultimately, Karen couldn’t care less about it. She knew Regina could do whatever she wanted to do, whatever she needed to do. Regina was in a hell lot of pain. They knew she had to do something to feel better, and were just glad it was this. A coping mechanism that was safe…harmless.

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“Can you call Jan?” Regina looked away from the TV.

Gretchen gulped.

Jan…like, Janis?

“You want me…to call, Janis?” Gretchen asked for clarification.

“Yes.” Regina confirmed, “Please?”

“Okay. I’ll— I’ll go do that. One sec.”

Gretchen walks into the closet with her phone, sitting down on a stool. She scrolled through her contacts, thumb hovering over Janis’ contact. She clicks on it, the line rings as she holds her phone to her ear.

“Gretchen?” The other girl asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Sorry to bother you, I know I’m one of the last people you’ll be expecting a call from but I’m fine, Regina? Not so much.” Gretchen replied.

“What’s…what’s going on?” Janis asked, clearly hesitant.

“She asked me to call you.” Gretchen revealed.

“For what?” Janis was puzzled.

“Ever since she got home from the hospital, she’s been dealing with a lot of pain and lately, she’s been using age regression as a way for her to cope.”

“So…”

“She’s regressed right now, and she asked for you. I assume she’s like 9? Or 10? She doesn’t remember what happened between you two.”

“You want me there?”

“She wants you here, I wouldn’t be asking you if isn’t going to burst into tears when I tell her no.”

“Alright, fine.” Janis sighed, defeated, “I’m on my way.”

“We’re at her house.”

“Bye.” Janis replied curtly and hung up.

Gretchen returned to Regina’s room, seeing that she and Karen were both laughing away at a comedy movie. They’ve never really gotten along like this, which was a peculiar sight for Gretchen, but she preferred it this way. No snarky comments and such…though, those have died away once Regina got out of the hospital. She wasn’t one of many words now.

“I called her for you.” Gretchen smiled. Their gazes met, Regina says, “Cool. Thanks Gretchen!”

Janis pulled up in their driveway about thirty minutes later, Gretchen sees the artist walking up to the porch so she ran downstairs to the foyer to greet her, trying to spare Janis from a possibly unwanted and stressful interaction with June. Gretchen wound up opening the front door before Janis could even knock of press the doorbell. Janis jumped, startled. “Hey.” She muttered.

“Hi.” Gretchen flashes a kind smile, “I think you two should talk.” They walk up the staircase together, Janis was taking in this environment again. One that was once so familiar…like a second home, now felt like a new city she’s never been before. The shorter girl feels a tug in her heart as a wave of sadness washed over her. So much had changed, but her heart still knew this place like the back of her own hand. With her hands in her pockets, Gretchen opened up Regina’s bedroom door. “Alright, she’s here. Karen, let’s go downstairs and get some snacks for the next movie, let these two chat for a bit.” Gretchen instructed.

“Ooh, okay.” Karen nodded eagerly, getting out of the bed, “Hi, Janis! I like the new hair colour.”

“Thanks, Karen.” Janis gave the girl a polite smile as she passed her by. Gretchen gives Janis a squeeze on the shoulder.

“Hey, Reg.” Janis walked closer, hands still shoved into her pockets. God, her heart was hammering in her chest, and she felt sick to her stomach.

“Hi, jelly bean.” Regina guffaws, waving.

Shit. That nickname. Gretchen wasn’t kidding.

Janis bites back tears as she stood next to her bed, skin touching the fabric. A chuckle falls from her lips.

“I missed you.” Regina started, “Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

That was not exactly what the blonde meant given her state of mind, but for Janis, her heart started to shatter all over again. It’s been six years…six years since she had been this close to someone she called her best friend. Someone she loved, and cared about. Someone who knew her beyond the mask, someone who knew her favourite colour of Goldfish crackers, who knew how her eyes looked like little crescents because she’d be smiling so hard, who knew she started to have this lingering pain in her side when she sneezed, who knew she hated how her Mom made fun of her for her looks and weight, who knew the darkest side of her, and never left. Until she did. Regina left. Regina, who once pinky swore they’d be friends forever, broke the promise and her heart into unmendable pieces. Tiny…tiny little pieces that were never picked up ever again, causing a wall to build up and around it.

“Why are you crying?” Regina asked innocently, eyes worried.

Janis shook her head, forcing a smile.

“Sit down with me.” Regina reached out to grab her hand, the all too familiar warmth and touch of this girl sent shocks down her spine. Janis was happy this was happening. She’s missed Regina. This Regina— the one she knew, and loved, and cherished so very much. Not the one she knew after that kiss.

“Okay.” Janis croaked, sniffling and carefully sitting down on the soft, silk sheet covered mattress.

“I must have done something wrong, Jan.” Regina started, “I haven’t seen you in such a long time. I’m sorry if I did something wrong.”

How could she answer that question? Really, how? Regina knew something was wrong, just not what was wrong. This version of Regina had no hostility towards her. This version of Regina was her Regina.

“Nothing. You did nothing wrong that we can’t fix.” Janis spoke up after a moment of silence.

Janis knew in her heart she wanted to talk to her someday, she just did not expect the conversation to start this way. After the past few years of consistent therapy sessions, Janis had wrapped her head around the reason why Regina called her names. Regina was afraid, having to accept that she herself was gay too— that the feeling was mutual. She didn’t know how to be okay with that. No one around her was okay with that. Janis knew Regina’s Mom was…homophobic. But when things went down and when she was the target of the horrendous situation, nothing else mattered but surviving. Nothing else mattered but standing up for herself instead of standing out and taking the humiliation. Janis was proud to be who she was…a hot lesbian. But seriously— A Hawaiian artist, a loving daughter and a loyal friend.

Regina was then shaking her head as though to get rid of some thoughts. Then Janis sees her blinking profusely. Then a gasp, “I hurt you. I hurt you. My best friend. Because — because I scared myself. You didn’t deserve that.”

The vulnerability of it all let Janis know that the girl before her was still regressed. Just no longer in the headspace of nine or ten years old.

“I’m sorry, Janis. I’m so sorry. Please. I’m sorry.” Regina hiccuped, “I’m sorry, will you forgive me?”

Janis got what she wanted all this time. An apology— a sincere apology. And this was just that. A tear rolled down Janis’ cheek,she nodded, “We’re fine.”

Regina leaned forward to engulf the brunette into a hug, “Thank you. Oh my god, thank you.”

The dam breaks, Janis let herself cry as she rubbed the taller girl’s back, “That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

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A few minutes later, Gretchen came back upstairs with Karen bearing a snack platter— strawberries, M&M’s and Colors Goldfish crackers. Regina immediately picked out Janis’ favourite one and gave it to her. Janis laughs tearfully, “Thanks, Reggie.”

Regina grins, “You’re welcome, jelly bean.”

“Aw.” Gretchen remarked softly. “So…G, you wanna pick out what movie we’re going to watch next?”

“Mhm.” Regina nodded, glancing at Janis, “Bolt. Her favourite movie.”

“That’s a good one.” Gretchen put the movie on, settling back down on the bed.

“I love that movie! The dog’s so cute.” Karen quipped.

“I know, right?” Regina agreed.

Janis stayed until the movie ended, then told them she’d be going. “Noooo.” Regina gasped, “Can you stay a little longer?”

“Um, G— she’s busy.” Gretchen intervened.

Janis froze in her tracks, looking at all three of them one by one. “One more movie?” Regina requested.

Janis inhaled deeply, “Okay, one more movie. Then I gotta head home, Reg.”

“Alright.” Regina agreed to that, “Just one more movie.”

“Do you wanna stay for dinner?” Gretchen asked, “June’s going out in a bit for the night. So it’s just going to be us. We’re calling for takeout.”

“I really have to get home in time for dinner later. I promised my dad I would be home to eat dinner with him.” Janis explained, “Maybe next time?”

Gretchen nodded in understanding, “That’s okay. We get it. Also, Regina, time to take another pill.”

“Ugh, I hate it.” Regina grumbled.

Janis looked at the girls playfully, “Take it and I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

Karen laughs, Gretchen was…impressed. She was glad they worked it out and could be around each other again. Gretchen could only hope Regina would remember that they’d worked things out after getting out of the headspace. Regina took her next dose of the meds while Gretchen and Karen looked through a food delivery app so they could order dinner. Janis just sat there, but for once— she felt comfortable in their presence.

While watching the movie, Janis felt a hand on her thigh. It was Regina. Janis wanted to move at first so the hand would fall off her leg. But she didn’t, since the other girl didn’t seem like she wanted to take her hand off. So, she just let it happen. What really caught her off guard was towards the end of the movie, Regina had nodded off— her head was now resting on Janis’ shoulder instead of Gretchen who was sitting on her other side.

“Gretchen.” Janis said through gritted teeth, “She’s asleep. I should get going.”

“Yeah. Of course.” Gretchen noticed how Regina was basically snuggled up against Janis. She wraps her arms around the blonde carefully, allowing Janis to get out of her spot. Janis quickly left after saying good night to them and drove home right on time for dinner with her Dad like she’d promised.

Honestly, today was a lot to process. From Gretchen’s phone call to Regina falling asleep on her shoulder like old times. Was this really it? It was so much easier than she pictured it to be in her head. Way too easy. But maybe sometimes, things get to where they need to be, in completely unexpected ways. And it doesn’t have to be hard. Sure it was an absolute shock, but she got through that. She got through much worse. Janis was proud of how she handled everything today— she did her best. And took risks. Maybe life wasn’t all bad, a little bit of kindness could go a long way. Was she finally getting her best friend back? Janis didn’t know for sure, but she had something she didn’t have for awhile: hope.

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💭A/N:

This one took me awhile to get to, but here it is. Thanks for waiting, and for this request :p

[sanguinarysanguinity]

A lovely story, which I recommend very highly! Thank you so much for the gift!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Jacobite Trilogy | The Flight of the Heron Series - D. K. Broster Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ewen Cameron/Keith Windham Characters: Ewen Cameron, Keith Windham, Lachlan MacMartin, Young Angus MacMartin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Character Death Fix, Hopeful Ending, First Kiss, Fae & Fairies, Trick or Treat: Trick Summary: On the road to Morar, Ewen comes upon an omen that heralds a terrible fate for his foster-brother and for Keith Windham — unless he can reach them in time to prevent it.

And my second Trick or Treat fic, for @sanguinarysanguinity. A happy ending for Ewen and Keith, courtesy of the sidhe. <3

[amazingmsme]

Brotherly Antics

AN: day 2, here we go! This has been one of my favorite fics to write so far! It’s just so fun & playful, & I just love these characters so much! If you haven’t already, go watch Blood of Zeus! Now, on to the fic!

The fight was far from over, Heron knew this well. Their victory on the battlefield will be short lived, but for now, they could enjoy the rest and relaxation.

His friends remained on earth while he resided in Olympus for the time being, talking things over with his half siblings and training by their side. Their father would be proud.

Heron sat on the side of the field, drinking water as he watched his brothers spar. In a flash, Hermes ran behind Apollo, hooking both arms under his before slamming him to the ground in a cloud of dust.

"Why you little-" Apollo growled, swinging his legs to knock Hermes off his feet. His back hit the hard packed dirt with a pained groan. His eyes flew wide open as he felt an arm wrap around his legs and he began kicking with all his might, the wings at his ankles flapping frantically.

"Apollo don't! That's cheating!" he cried, a smile playing at his lips as he tried to shove him off.

"You cheated first! Attacking from behind like that, really Hermes?" he taunted as he began scribbling against the downy feathers. Hermes shrieked so loudly, it made Heron jump in shock, head snapping up to look at the pair.

"Ohoho plehease, you're just looking for ahan excuse to- NOHO WAHAHAIT!" Hermes cut himself off with a giggly squeal before hysterical cackles burst free from his chest. Heron found himself chuckling along to the infectious, goofy sound, though a blush was quickly spreading and he found he couldn't bear to watch the scene for long. He grabbed a whetstone and began sharpening his sword to appear busy, watching from the corner of his eye.

"Stick around long enough, and you'll be next," a gentle voice warned from behind, startling him enough to turn around. He relaxed slightly; it was only Athena.

"Trying to scare me away so you can have the field all to yourself, sister?" he teased, looking down to hide his blush. She snickered, something sly and knowing behind the sound.

"It was a warning. You're fresh meat for them, and if they see you sitting here..." she trailed off, looking him up and down. He squirmed under her gaze, furrowing his brows. "I'm afraid you'll be serving yourself up on a silver platter."

"That's ridiculous," he hissed, dragging the stone across the blade harshly. "They're all the way other there, and a little busy, if you haven’t noticed," he reasoned, a fair amount of sass entering his voice. "I'll be fine." Right? he didn't say aloud, but looked up at her expectantly, hopefully.

Athena arched a brow at his tone, cocking her head to look at him.

"Do you know what Hermes is the God of?"

"A lot."

Athena snorted and rolled her eyes, resting her hand atop his head and leaning on him like a table. "Be specific."

"Speed, travel-"

"Mischief," she cut him off, and he snapped his mouth shut, eyes wide. "And Apollo is almost as bad, though he may have you fooled. But, I mean, just look at who started this mess?" she nodded to the pair subtly, not keen on drawing their attention by pointing.

Heron followed her gaze, watching the pair roll around and laugh. Hermes was flopping around like a dying fish, cackling and pleading for mercy as Apollo pinched and rubbed the wings between his fingers. He scratched at the base of the wings where they met the ankle and his laughter spiked, surging forward with renewed energy to launch an attack of his own. He buried his hands under Apollo's arms and he jolted, slamming them down to his sides with a bark of laughter. Hermes let out a triumphant, giggly war cry as he fought for the upper hand. Heron smirked as they watched it all play out, but there was the faintest touch of sadness to it. These were brothers, who grew up wrestling and playing with one another, who loved each other wholeheartedly. This was everything he and Seraphim never got to have, and he bit back the vile taste of jealousy.

He wasn't jealous that he wasn't included! That's not what he meant, so don't go putting words in his mouth. He was jealous of the bond that never was; the brother- the best friend he should've had. It was like looking in a twisted mirror of what could have been.

His lip curled in a sneer as he scraped the stone along the sharp edge. "So?"

"Do I really have to spell it out?" she asked, more amused than annoyed. "You're our brother. That makes you just as much fair game as the rest of us," she teased softly. His mouth hung open in shock, but she cut him off before he could speak. "So if I were you, I'd get a head start. Hermes is quite fast."

Heron sat there frozen, looking between her and the wrestling Gods on the ground. He locked his gaze with hers, "Are you being serious?"

Athena chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Trust me, I'm one of the few who won't pull the wool over your eyes." He nodded before heaving a deep sigh, accepting the truth of the matter. If she's right, he'll be quick work if he sticks around. So he gathered his things as quietly as he could, but by that time, he could hear their fight beginning to wind down. Still, he crept towards the exit, praying they wouldn't notice.

"Just where are you off to?"

Of course they fucking noticed.

"I'm done training," he said curtly, glancing over his shoulder to call out, trying to play it casual. When he looked ahead, he stopped in his tracks with a choked gasp as Hermes stood blocking the exit.

"Actually, I don't think you are."

"Excuse me?" he asked, tossing his things to the side, knowing it's best to ditch them now than while he's running for his life.

"You have to get a full workout. You can't just hit the weights brother, cardio is very important," he practically purred, taking a step towards him. Heron took three steps back.

"I think I'm good-"

"No, he's right brother," Apollo spoke from behind, and he tensed up when he felt a large arm rest over his shoulders. He slipped out of the hold, stepping away and turning so he could keep both of them in his vision.

"Why so jumpy Heron? Did our dear sister warn you about us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron didn't move a muscle, and that was all the confirmation they needed. "She knows us so well," he mused.

"I'd hope so. Otherwise we'd need to give her a little reminder," Apollo piped up.

"I think we should anyway. She did tip him off," Hermes shrugged nonchalantly.

"Guess it's settled then," Apollo agreed. As the pair spoke, Heron took off running across the field. They gave him a few more seconds to believe he had a fighting chance before they gave chase.

Heron came to a screeching halt when Hermes suddenly stood in his path and he turned on his heels. He screamed when he saw Apollo coming up from behind, and he made a B-line for the rows of seats. He jumped over the wall into the stand, heading towards the exit. Apollo paced him on the field while Hermes circled around from behind.

Apollo jumped into the stands with ease, quickly gaining on him. Heron should've known better than to look behind him. It was the same kind of fear as when you're up high, and you look down. A small scream escaped his throat and he ran even faster.

He was grabbed from behind, and panic surged through his body. He shot forward with God-like speed, breaking free of the hold. Hermes cut him off at the last second and he froze, caught between his half brothers.

"You're trying awfully hard to escape. You must be rather ticklish to go through this much trouble to avoid it," Hermes teased, flashing him a smirk. Heron took a step back.

"No, I just know you two are awful together," he justified with a smirk of his own.

"Thank you, you're too kind," Hermes hummed, taking another step towards him, and Heron took that as his cue to start running again.

"Great brother, you let him get away," Apollo rolled his eyes.

"Relax, it's not like he'll get very far," he quipped, dashing off and returning in less than a second with a struggling Heron in tow.

"Noho, let me gooo!" He leaned back as far as he could, running in place as he tugged on his trapped arm.

"Oh dear, laughing already?" Hermes cooed, chuckling at the blush that spread across Heron's face.

"No! Shut up!" he snapped defensively. He landed with a thud on the ground when Hermes let him go, watching Heron launch himself into the dirt with his own momentum.

"Is that any way to speak to your brother?" Apollo asked, crouching down to grab his arms while Hermes straddled his waist.

"I'm sorry! Let me go!" Heron put up a good fight, trying to get away. However, he had a twitchy, nervous smile and the struggling was mostly for show.

"No can do. See, you haven't gone through initiation yet," Hermes drawled, resting his hands on his sides. "I mean, are you really our brother if we haven't tickled you until you cry?"

"What?"

"Oh please, you're scaring him. Don't worry Heron, we'll stop once you beg for mercy. We're not animals."

"No way, I'm not gonna beg from a little tickling," he argued. His defiance was adorable.

"Won't you?" Hermes asked, arching a brow. Heron faltered in his confidence.

"No?"

"Oh my, you sound a bit unsure of yourself," Apollo spoke up smugly. "What's the matter, afraid you'll crack?" he taunted. Heron grunted and strained to pull his arms down, but they were firmly pinned beneath Apollo's knees.

"I won't!" he growled, kicking his legs against the ground. Hermes smirked down at him, leaning in a little closer.

"Let's test it then, shall we?"

Heron's eyes flew wide open and he shook his head. "Wait, that's not what I meant!"

Hermes threw his head back in a shrill, hysterical cackle of his own. "Oh dear, sweet, baby brother, there really is no escape. So you might as well just accept your fate now." As soon as he finished speaking, he began squeezing his sides softly, relishing in the way Heron jumped beneath his touch, yelping before biting down on his lip. Still holding onto the last shreds of his dignity, he shook his head.

"Oh good! I was so hoping you'd go down fighting," Hermes chirped, clawing just beneath his ribs.

Heron grit his teeth together, sealing his lips shut as tight as he could, but muffled giggles and shrieks still managed to make themselves known.

"I just love it when they try to hold it in, don't you?" Apollo teased, walking his fingers down his arms. Heron jerked under the touch, arms straining to come down. His breathing came in quick bursts through his nose, sounding more like laughter by the second.

"It's only one of the best parts," Hermes agreed before clawing at his stomach. Heron immediately crumbled at the touch, allowing loud belly laughs to escape. Hermes couldn't help but giggle at the reaction, "Aww, you really are a ticklish one, aren't you?"

Heron felt a blush rise to his cheeks, and he tried to hide his face in the crook of his arm. "SHUHUT UHUHUP!"

"I didn't hear a no," Apollo pointed out, scratching his bare armpits. Heron shrieked and arched his back before flailing uselessly beneath his half brothers.

"You're one toho tahahalk!" he managed to taunt back.

Apollo gasped loudly before drilling his thumbs in the center of his pits. Heron was thrown into hysterics, and the God had to raise his voice to be heard over frantic laughter, "You little shit! Just for that-" He didn't finish his sentence, instead he brushed Heron's hair away from his neck and took a deep breath.

"Wahahait! W-what ahahare you- AHAHAHAHA OHOH SHIHIHIT!" Heron tried to scrunch his neck to block the feeling as Apollo blew a raspberry on his neck. He pulled away, watching as Heron giggled and rubbed his neck with his shoulder, panting heavily to catch his breath. "Whahahat the hehell was thahat?"

"Oh? Don't tell me you've never had a raspberry before."

Heron scrunched his face, "That's what you call it?"

"Well, that's what humans are calling it," Hermes reasoned.

"Why?"

They both chuckled, and Heron felt his face grow warm. "I don't know. Say, you're half human, why don't you tell us?" Hermes asked with a smirk. Heron whined, tugging on his arms and bucking his hips.

"Just lehet me gooo! You're being mehehean!" he giggled, throwing his head back in defeat. The mischievous pair replied in unison.

"Oh I'll show you mean!"

"What? But we're being so nice!"

Hermes rolled up Heron's shirt, taking a deep breath just as Apollo had moments before. He shook his head, eyes wide with giddy fear as he realized what was coming.

"Nohoho wait! Please, I'm sorRYYYYY!" his pleading dissolved into a shrill squeal as the trickster God blew a raspberry in the center of his stomach. Heron kicked his legs and bucked as much as he could, snorting and cackling when Hermes blew another raspberry, followed by one on each side of his belly, still quivering with laughter.

"Plehehease! You're killing mehehehe!" he squealed, eyes shut tightly and nose scrunched adorably as he laughed.

"What? Come on, you can take a little tickling, can't you?" Apollo asked smugly, scratching behind his ears and earning a choked off giggle in response. "I mean, you're half God, so it would be pretty embarrassing if this was what did you in, after everything-"

"OHOHOKAHAY I GEHET IT! SHUT UP!"

"Oh, he gets angry when he's flustered. Good to know," Hermes noted with a smug smirk, clawing at his sides.

"Noho I dohohon't!" Heron argued, blushing profusely and trying to look at anything else besides the two Gods grinning down at him.

"Agree to disagree," he shrugged smugly. He moved down to squeeze his hips, and Heron bucked with a loud, giggly shriek.

"Ohoho shihihit! Nohot there, plehease!"

"Not there, you say?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. He squeezed his hips, making him thrash with another yelp. "See, when people say that, they usually mean it really tickles. So, is this a bad spot?"

"Ihihhi'll kihihill you!" Heron growled through his laughter. They both rolled their eyes.

"Sure you will. You look quite threatening with that smile plastered on your face," Hermes taunted.

Oh, that was the last straw. Heron summoned what little strength he could and thrust it out through his hands. He latched onto Apollo's knees where they were keeping his arms pinned and let the electricity flow from his fingertips, hoping for the best.

Suddenly, Apollo jumped back with a startled shriek of his own, rubbing his knees frantically. Hermes stared at him quizzically.

"What-"

"He used his damned lightning," he explained in a rush, cutting him off. He turned to look at Heron, hoping for a truce.

"I'll help hold him down if you promise to do that to him-"

"Excuse you, but what the fuck?" Hermes snapped, staring at Apollo with a look of utter betrayal.

Heron nearly choked on the air he was sucking in. He looked at him in bewilderment, furrowing his brows.

"You do know you'll be next, right?"

"Of course, I'm just biding my time, same as you. It's why you ran, is it not?"

"Just stop talking." When they looked up, Hermes was already halfway across the field. Apollo smirked and pointed at him.

"See, if he really wanted to escape, he'd be halfway to earth by now."

"I can still hear you!"

Apollo stood and stretched, "And yet, you don't hear him denying it." He smiled down at Heron and winked, offering a hand to help him up.

"No, you don't," Heron agreed with a genuine grin of his own.

"Well, he's waiting for us to catch up. So? What do you say?"

Heron just smirked and cocked his head before taking off in a sprint.

[emilyjunk]

Ship: Cady/Regina (Mean Girls) Rating: M Words: ~88,500; 5/5 chapters Summary:

"It's all so stupid, because she knows Cady came to visit her after the accident and walked away. She saw all the flowers her mom lugged up to her room. She saw the texts from all of them over the summer — even fucking Janis. But the fact of the matter is that they all hated her, including Gretchen and Karen, until the moment they thought she died. Then she spent the whole summer recovering in various doctor’s offices, including but not limited to Neuro, Ortho, Chiro, PT, and her therapist, who out of all of them, probably kicked her ass the most, and now she's supposed to just return to high school with everything all different. With her all different – this fragile, ugly, vulnerable shell of Regina George." Post-canon, senior year. Things are different. Regina is dealing. Or is she? Lol.

Prequel to grad school universe

For @erikahenningsen @shawtyidontmind and @gohandinhand

[rayustuff]

Read this one Cady and Regina fic like 2 months ago and its like altered my brain chem

ive like gotten all my friends to pick it up after i rambled about it for 2 hours

@16sydd16 for you pooks

[blaithnne]

ok i forgot that goldie isnt canonically 5'1 on a good day so i have to restructure this ask

1) thoughts on short goldie

2) is heron short also

3) (contingent on answers 1 and 2) thoughts on scrooge and beakley both falling for tiny evil women

1) & 2)

I think the toxic yuri polycule height chart is something like this—!

They all wear heels so it’s not exact (also I whipped this up in like 5 minutes lol)

Huifen is tall, she’s a black heron after all, and though they’re not the tallest birds ever they’re still pretty long! But she looks short standing next to Beakley, because everyone does (also I undersized her a little bit in my first human drawing by accident, whoops). Goldie is a short queen LMAO, she’s not minuscule, only slightly shorter than the average person, but she looks tiny next to these two (she might be slightly shorter than I drew her here, idk, I struggled to scale her LOL). Scrooge, for the record, is around the same height as Goldie!

In terms of their builds btw, Beakley is, obviously, very muscular! Though she might seem like a tank, she’s actually very soft — big ol squishy teddy bear! Heron on the other hand is a gangly mf, long, skinny, and sharp. Goldie is sort of in between them, an hourglass build like Huifen, but with more muscle on her (not half as much as Beakley, though).

3)

Heron might not be tiny but Beakley treats her like she is, picks her up like a feral cat when she’s being too much 😌 Scrooge and Goldie only have a very slight height difference, but I think he’s very smug about it lol

Also, my funniest headcanon ever is that Beakley has a thing for bad girls, and she HATES IT. She’s so embarrassed about it and fully intends to take it to her grave. This also leads to her hating the aforementioned bad girls even more, bc she’s so frustrated with herself for liking the in the first place. So Beakley can spend 24 hours a day ranting about how much she hates someone, and be blushing the entire time. All this to say, Beakley might not technically have a leg to stand on when it comes to criticising Scrooge’s relationship, but that doesn’t stop her.

I think they’re both massive hypocrites about it, bc they wanna protect eachother despite the other really not needing the help. They’re also endlessly frustrated with eachother’s toxic Yuri partners. Beakley to a much bigger degree because she definitely has a thing for Goldie, which only makes her hate her even more. Scrooge is more annoyed by Beakley and Heron than anything else bc he just does not understand what the hell is going on there, but he’ll also occasionally be all,

In conclusion, Beakley and Scrooge being a disaster sibling duo is my favourite thing ever. Scrooge is practically immortal, nothing can take him down. Beakley is a walking tank, she could walk off a bullet. They looked at eachother and went “that idiot needs me to protect them from their own love life” and they were kind of right??

[sanguinarysanguinity]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Jacobite Trilogy | The Flight of the Heron Series - D. K. Broster Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ewen Cameron/Keith Windham Characters: Ewen Cameron, Keith Windham Additional Tags: Woke Up Married, Alternate Universe - Historical Same-Sex Marriage, Second meeting, trope-typical consent issues Summary:

Ewen had always expected he would marry with Lochiel's blessing—some Highland miss, as passionate a Jacobite as himself, who would give him heirs for Ardroy. Not an Englishman who had no love for the country, nor for its proper king. Ewen must have been mad when he put his seal to parchment. Mad, or—and for the first time, he considered giving credit to his foster-father's visions—a victim of prophecy.

[chiropteracupola]

He’s red and he’s white and he’s green and he’s grey / My bonny young dragon, come hither away...

Keith Windham and Nuntius, out of Luzula's stunning Flight of the Heron/Temeraire crossover fic 'The Flight of Dragons.'

[fetchen]

★˙ ̟ karen x gretchen/fetchen fluff in which gretchen drives a tired and slightly drunk karen home after the halloween party <3

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as the commotion of halloween night fizzled out and the people began to drain out the front door, karen couldn’t help but cling to gretchen, her energy draining by the minute. she felt herself stumble over her heels with every step, her eyelids fighting the urge to droop.

when the party is ostensibly over, gretchen takes her hand out of instinct, leading her out the door, down the steps, and to her car.

“are you okay to get home?” gretchen asked just a moment before karen nodded while taking a dizzied step forward, her body betraying her pride. gretchen steadied her with gentle hands on her shoulders and a quiet chuckle. “i can drive you.”

with a sigh, karen just mutters, “yes, please.”

gretchen led karen around each dimly lit space to the bathroom, knowing the taller girl’s home like the back of her hand. in front of the room’s rectangular mirror, gretchen reached for the mouse-eared headband atop karen’s head, slowly pulling it up and off of her. after resting it on the marble countertop beside them, she brushed a stray curl from karen’s eyes, giving her a look so soft that it made her exhausted heart flutter.

she couldn’t help but smile as karen resisted sleep, running a cloth underneath warm water. karen squeezed her eyes shut as gretchen dragged the cloth along her face, slowly removing her makeup.

before karen knew it, it’s over and she’s able to flop into her bed, about to close her eyes when-

“you’re not just gonna sleep in your costume, are you?” gretchen asked, placing a hand on karen’s waist. “why not?” karen mumbled into plush blankets.

“c’mon, mama. change really quick.” karen rolled over to face gretchen, pouting before reaching up to be pulled toward her closet.

“gretch,” karen whispered, slowly combing through oversized t-shirts as if her parents were home, “can you stay the night? my family’s gone.” while changing her clothes, she glanced over her shoulder to monitor gretchen’s reaction.

“huh? why?” gretchen asked as karen laid down beside her, draping an arm over her thighs. “i dunno. i just…don’t wanna be by myself,” karen muttered, looking up at gretchen with a sparkle in her eyes that she can’t help but say yes to.

placing a gentle hand atop karen’s head, she just whispered “okay,” as she combed her fingers through the taller’s hair.

gretchen continued to look back at karen tucked under the covers and checking her nails as she fished through various items in karen’s closet.

“hey, kare,” gretchen hesitated for a moment, “can i wear one of your shirts to bed?” karen nodded, mumbling a confirmation. “i dunno why you’re saying that like you don’t wear my stuff already.”

gretchen chuckled to herself, struggling not to make her awkwardness audible.

right. why’d i do that?

a strangely empty silence falls over the two as gretchen begins to undress, removing her black jumpsuit and replacing it with bare legs and a white t-shirt that reeks of karen, her sweet perfume permeating gretchen’s senses.

gretchen walked toward karen’s bed, part of her expecting, hoping that karen would have fallen asleep by the time she arrived. but she hadn’t. somehow, she seemed even wider awake than she was when they first got back.

she took care to attempt to slide underneath the velvet covers with some degree of finesse so as not to disturb karen’s fidgeting. it doesn’t work as well as gretchen hopes, karen craning her head to face her and giving her a heavy smile before squeezing her weakly.

with a sigh, karen’s face became burrowed into gretchen’s clavicle, softly nipping at her skin and bringing gretchen’s heart rate up so high she becomes scared that karen can hear it. she tangled her legs between gretchen’s, a wave of calm rushing over them both, gretchen shifting her focus onto the candle she’d bought for the taller girl a few months before.

“hold my hand, gretch.”

and of course, gretchen concedes.

she can’t help the way their hands fit together so perfectly. she can’t help the way karen’s teeth feel against her neck. she just can’t help that she loves her best friend so much. because god, how could she not?

as karen drifts to sleep, gretchen giggles under her breath, twirling thin strands of her dark hair between her fingers.

“your costume was really cute tonight, kare. we…kinda matched.” gretchen muttered, stringing her thumb along karen’s knuckles. “we did?” gretchen feels karen’s warm breath against her as she asks. “yeah. cat and mouse.” karen takes gretchen in, just for a second.

“hm. that’s so cool,” karen mumbles. “it’s probably, like, meant to be.” she continues, before returning to nibbling at gretchen’s neck.

karen presses gentle kisses to each spot she bit, forcing gretchen to take in deep breaths. and then her eyes widen at the sudden memory that she’d forgotten to buy regina anything for the holiday. and then she remembers, too, that karen is right there next to her- drunk and tired, but still there.

karen’s bed is so comfortable, her body so warm that it pulls gretchen right back to where she is. there with karen, she feels everything melt away.

karen soon falls into sleep, the rhythm of gretchen’s pulse lulling her to rest as she lays on her chest. when gretchen sees karen’s eyes fluttering shut after the long hours she’d spent awake, she allows hers to do the same.

for a few hours in the night, everything will be perfect. everything will be okay. karen is huddled into gretchen’s arms and, god, she looks so beautiful even while she’s struggling to stay awake.

“you should go to bed, gretch,” karen yawns. “you’re so tired.”

karen’s right and gretchen knows it. she never has to chase karen for her to pay attention.

everything’s fine, at least for tonight. and gretchen revels in karen’s warmth, leans into her touch as if she’d been stuck at sea and karen was the one who brought her to shore.

karen was sweeter than the candy they’d collected every halloween for years. for the first time, gretchen thinks that if every halloween can be like this, she loves the holiday just as much as karen does.

[this-sapphic-paradise]

Chapter 6 of Mirror Me Back is out!

[idontplaytrack]

hiiii <3

Can you do one where Janis has been having a lot or trouble in school, and her friends have always kind of jokingly called her dumb or stupid because she makes bad or irrational decisions and she gets overwhelmed and at a big group sleepover freaks out and regina has to calm her down in front of everyone.

Shut up, shut up

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, teasing/bullying, Janis gets angry, some crying, self-loathing, implied smut at the end

Janis has been trying to play nice. But her feelings have been hurt by those closest to her— over and over again. One night, she loses it in front of everyone, needing Regina to step in and defuse the situation.

“G, hey.” Janis walks up to Regina, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hey, you.” Regina’s flashes her a smile when she came up before her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Janis barely reacted, causing her to ask if she was okay.

“My new homeroom teacher gave me detention for doing embroidery work in the classroom. It’s not like I wasn’t listening, y’know?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry, baby.” Regina puts an arm around her and they headed to their next class together.

“At least it’s only an hour. I’ll be right there at your place as soon as I get outta detention.”

“Mm, okay.” Regina hums, snaking an arm around her waist. “Want me to cook?”

Janis agrees with an eager nod, “That’d be nice.”

Entering the classroom with some time to spare, the couple sat down at their usual desks, Janis takes out her class materials before Regina followed suit. When their teach walked in, the students immediately quiet down. But still, the teacher standing in the front of the class seemed visibly unhappy. “Yes, ‘Imi’ike. I’m looking at you.”

Janis was startled, then confused. “Don’t look so confused, you’re not a freshman. You should know your clothing choice is against school code.”

“I…have been wearing the same kind of outfits all year. Why is it that it’s become a problem today?”

“It’s too short.” The teacher nearly seethed, “Say another word and I’m giving you an hour detention.”

Regina bites back a scoff, but the teacher saw it anyway. “What’s seems to be the problem, George?”

“Nothing, Mr. Moss.”

“‘Imi’ike, one hour. And cover up.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation and cause more trouble for herself, she stayed silent and dug through her backpack for her jacket, put it on and zipped it up.

Janis was starting to feel irritated again. Everything seemed to be going wrong already. And the day’s barely started. She was tense from the anger and frustration that was bubbling up within her— Regina could tell. That meant Janis would definitely need to let go of that emotion after school, some way somehow. Usually, Regina would help her out, cuddling, or much more. Other times, what Janis needed would be to scream, cry or both. Very rarely, Janis would immediately just punch something. Regina hated that last method the most because Janis would end up hurting herself, and that, hurt Regina.

When lunchtime rolled around, Janis got herself three hours of detention and a substitute teacher to hate her. Really, all Janis did was clarify the number of pages in the workbook they had to complete and the teacher immediately responded by yelling.

“Fuck, fuck. I hate today.” Janis mutters, sitting down at the usual bench with her friends. Regina was right next to her, “What happened?”

“What didn’t happen, G?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic, Janis. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Karen remarked. Janis sucks in a deep breath, keeping her gaze focused on her Converse. She shrugs off Regina’s hand on her back and was fiddling with her thumbs, painfully hard. “Stop.” Gretchen interjects before Karen could continue, “Don’t say anything else. That’s not nice, Karen.”

“But she always—” Aaron added on, “You don’t have the best temper, Janis.”

Now, Regina wanted to slap him. Janis quickly grabbed her bag and ran to the bathroom, feeling like a knife’s been repeatedly slicing through her heart hearing each passing word.

“Janis.” Regina tried to hold her back by the wrist but she easily got free and went on her way.

“Very good, guys. Y’all are such children.” Damian scoffs, Regina leaves the table to go check on Janis.

“Just leave me alone, Regina.” Janis spoke through gritted teeth, hands clutching the sink countertop.

“No, I will not.”

“You need to eat.” Janis says softly.

“Oh, and you don’t?” Regina replied.

“Fuck, why?” Janis slams her fist to the counter, Regina internally cringes, “Jay, let’s go back to lunch. Ignore them, okay?”

“Really? They always do this, make little comments about me, about how I have shitty temper, always being like ‘oh, it’s just Janis being Janis.‘. They don’t see how hard I’ve been trying to change for the better, and how sometimes, the things I get into trouble for aren’t my fault.”

————

When the last bell rang, Janis snaps out of her trance. It felt like she blacked out after lunch and just got through the rest of her day— without any other punishments, fortunately. Regina waits for her right outside the classroom and they head to detention together. “Mom isn’t home for the week. You wanna come over after? I’ll wait for you to get out,”

“Sure.” Janis says, barely audible.

Janis didn’t say much of anything after that. Regina quickly bid her goodbye and went off to her car and waited. Well, she did drive off to the supermarket to get some ingredients to cook, and snacks. But the three hours went by fast enough. Janis got out of detention, obviously in a bad mood. She didn’t say anything and just rested her head on the window as she looked out of it. Regina doesn’t force her to talk, knowing what to do. Once they got to Regina’s room, Janis just yanked the jacket off and crashed into the bed to sleep. Regina didn’t want to stop her, because she clearly needed that. It was better than her punching a table and bruising her hand. She moves herself to lay right next to Janis, carefully wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. None of what happened today was your fault.”

“Clearly it has to be, even our friends are saying it like I don’t know it.”

“Janis.” Regina sighs softly, “Listen to me. It’s not on you, that’s on them. They’re just unfair, angry…sometimes, immature. Some teachers just take their own frustrations out on students and it sucks. But, don’t apologise for things that aren’t your fault, Janis. Please.”

“I can’t help it.” Janis exhales shakily. “They still think I’m like— unbreakable. I’m not, okay? I’m not. I’m fucking weak.”

“You are not weak, Janis. No.” Regina held her tighter, kissing her again, “You are not weak, Janis. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, and that’s coming from someone who got hit by a bus.”

Janis’ body relaxed gradually as she listens to Regina speak, and her eyes also fluttered shut. She doesn’t say anything though, not because she didn’t know what to say. But because she was afraid of crying even harder.

“Just sleep, it’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s going to be alright, I got you.”

They both woke up again around dinner time and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare dinner. “Pasta?”

“Okay.” Janis agrees, leaning against the counter. “The gang’s coming over, right? That’s tonight— the sleepover?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to cancel?”

“No, it’s fine.” Janis shrugs, “As long as they shut up about me.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” Regina grins, smooching Janis on the cheek then all over her face, making her giggle.

The both of them cooked together, enjoying each other’s company and chatting about anything and everything under the sun. “Holy shit, this smells amazing.”

“Oh, thank you~” Regina bites back a grin, grabbing a plate to start portioning the food for themselves and the gang that were arriving any minute. “Never made this before.”

“Eh, well, you’re a good cook, G.” Janis smiled cheekily, grabbing a strand of noodle from the pot to try it. Regina shrieks, “Janis, oh my God!”

“My hands are clean!” Janis laughs, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. Just as Regina was about to say something back, the doorbell rang. “I’ll go get the door.” Janis says, walking away to the foyer. “Okay, thanks, baby.”

They say hi to her and Janis. Cady, Gretchen and Damian gave her a hug. First thing they did? They gathered around the dining table to have dinner as a group. Janis quietly went over to the fridge to pour herself a drink but her hand slipped and she dropped her mug when she felt a sudden squeezing pain on one side of her head.

“Oh, shit.” Someone gasped. Aaron, it was Aaron.

“Are you okay?” Janis heard Regina and Gretchen.

“Why so distracted, you dummy?” Aaron asks, it was clearly a joke. He always called her these nicknames and she didn’t mind, having a self-deprecating sense of humour. But lately, she just wasn’t having it. She’s had enough of these unkind nicknames and teasing. Regina rushed to her side to see if she cut her hand, “Don’t touch it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m fine, go back to dinner.”

“Janis, are you just trying to use the fact that you got detention to smash things?” Damian asked with a laugh. The rest of the gang chuckles.

“Shut up.” Janis mutters, clearly in some distress. She wasn’t even looking Regina in the eye now. “Shut up.” Janis repeated, “All of you shut the fuck up. I don’t need anyone else calling me dumb, stupid, insinuating that I’m violent and cannot control my emotions. Shut up!”

Janis swallowed her tears painfully, sliding down into a squat while her back rested against the counter. “I’m sorry.” Janis said quietly to Regina. “It’s okay, it’s just a mug. As long as you’re not injured, I couldn’t care less about a measly piece of ceramic.”

“I’m such a fuck up, I ruin everything.”

“Ja— baby, you’re not a fuck up. Okay? These people need to learn to get the hint and stop. I’m sure they wouldn’t like it too if they were in your shoes. I’m proud of you for speaking up, okay? Never ever say that about yourself again, that’s the last thing you’ll ever be. You are not a fuck up, Janis.”

“I don’t get it— you guys could tell she wasn’t happy about those damn nicknames and you all still continued? And you just had to laugh at Damian’s stupid ‘joke’? How would you feel if that’s all you heard about yourself from your friends?”

“I’m sorry, Janis. I’ll stop using those names, it was wrong, and I thought it was okay because you never stopped me and in fact laughed along. That doesn’t make it right, I should’ve paid better attention.”

“I’ll never call you dramatic again.” Karen swore, “I promise.”

Janis appreciated and acknowledged their apologies but ultimately decided she needed to spend more time alone to calm down. So, she excused herself and finished up her dinner by the pool. “Hey.” Regina came out to check on her a little later after she put on a movie on the TV for the gang. “I got you your drink.”

Janis turned around, taking the cup from Regina. “Thanks.”

Regina sat down on the low pool chair, groaning slightly as she did so due to the lingering discomfort in her back. “Do you feel better?”

“I guess.” Janis sniffed, picking at the food on her plate. “I don’t know, I think I’m just feeling weird because my mom and dad have been fighting a lot again lately and I just feel so…not like myself. And I — I fucking hate it. I hate that every little thing’s been pissing me off.”

“Babe, please…you’re a human being. Of course you’d feel emotions. Scared, worried, annoyed, sad. Whatever it is, you’d better feel them instead of bottling it all up.”

Janis cracked a smile, eating another forkful of the pasta.

“There’s that smile.” Regina coos, “Don’t you dare lose that smile of yours.”

Janis blushes, poorly hiding it. “You’re so cute.” Regina chuckles to herself, watching Janis getting flustered. “Though I must say…that too you wore at school today? So damn hot.”

“Oh, yeah?” Janis guffaws, setting her finished plate down, “Which am I then? Cute? Or hot?”

“Nice try, you’re both.” Regina turned to face her properly, patting her knee, “Let’s uh…take this up to my room?”

“Tempted.” Janis laughs quietly, “But what do you think we should do about the gang then?”

“Who cares?! They have plenty of stuff to do. Most of the gang’s kissing each other anyway.”

“Well, thank you so very much for putting that image into my head.” Janis snorted, shuddering in disgust.

Regina sighs, pushing herself up off the pool chair then extending her arm for Janis to grab her hand, “Let’s go, pretty girl.”

🏷️ Tag list:

@ashecampos @auliisflower @cheesysoup-arlo @frogs00 @ludoesartnstuffs @pda128

💭A/N:

Enjoy this half-assed attempt. Took me all day but I’m still not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. Hope it’s still okay though🤡

[erikahenningsen]

res publica

Fandom: Mean Girls

Pairing: Cady/Regina

Rating: Explicit

Words: 17,683

Summary: 

“Um, hi,” Cady says, lingering by the seat for a moment awkwardly before sitting down. “Hi, councilmember,” Regina says, smirking. Cady feels her face warm. “Would you believe me if I told you I have tried to get them to stop calling me that?” At this, Regina laughs. “Yes, I would. You’re so informal. It’s cute.” Cady isn’t sure if that’s a compliment or an insult—Regina’s specialty. “Well, what do they call you?” “Councilmember Regina George, Esquire, obviously,” Regina says. Her manicured fingers keep tapping on her keyboard, even while she continues looking at Cady. The way Regina looks at her has always been kind of unnerving, like Regina can see right through her.

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Regina George is more than New York City's hottest legislator. She's also the bane of Cady Heron's existence.

A/N: For Cadina Week day six: AU

Read on AO3

[toxinoire]

Rewatched Mean Girls Broadway.

Cady cannonically uses a some sort of gun (it's not very clear I can't tell. But it's close to a sniper)

It happens in It Roars

This just fuels my belief that Cady likes weaponry