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I have Just enough understanding of what you're up to with 'Omega3-verse' to be both curious and also somewhat trepidatious... so do tell!!
So, you might remember a post by @jeejyboard that was making the rounds:
...yeah.
It was spawning season, when the Highland's departed sons and daughters returned in their masses, each seeking the glen of their birth. There were fewer on the roads these last years: too many killed at Culloden or exiled in France. The French exiles would arrive eventually, the poor brutes -- too late, haggard and wounded, to die alone and unsatisfied in the spawning grounds. So it had happened in the years after the '15, Ewen had been told, and the '19, too.
There was no small number of spawning Redcoats on the road, either, headed for Argyle, the Lowlands, or the southlands. Most had shed their eponymous red coats, the narrow backs of their uniforms burst by the bulging shoulders beneath. But even without their coats, they were still recognisable, their military footgear and distinctive waistcoats surviving their owners' increase somewhat better than their coats.
But Redcoat or Highlander, the salmon-kin were harmless so long as one did not impede their journey. It was not until they reached their respective spawning grounds that the cock hookjaws became fierce, their breeding fangs and newfound five stone of muscle at last finding employment -- but only against each other. So long as one posed no competition for the henfish, one had nothing to fear from the jealous cockfish. But there were always a few intrepid youth, who, more horny than wise, tried for one of the henfish and were savaged for their impudence. Lachlan, as a boy, had donned skirts and bonnet and almost succeeded in slipping in and out of the spawning grounds undetected, before running afoul of a hookjaw's wrath.
Ewen had never been tempted by such sport. He yielded to the salmon-kin on the roads, and guarded the privacy of Ardroy's spawning grounds so that the Cameron salmon-kin may conduct their affairs unmolested. When the season was over, he arranged for the pregnant henfish to be taken in and cared for, and likewise saw to the dead. Not one in twenty hookjaws survived the spawning grounds to see another season. They died of exhaustion or hunger or their festering wounds, their bodies a feasting for carrion-birds. Only a few kelts -- emaciated, wounded, and barely conscious -- were found alive, lying scarcely breathing among their dead kin. Ewen saw that they, too, were cared for. Most still died, but at least they died in comfort. They were as Cameron as those who never left, and the Clan took care of their own...
#something something monstrousness#something something transformation#something something love#why yes#I am going to do something terrible to Keith#and I might leave it to a d20 whether he lives or dies#heron fic#wip meme
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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?
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"...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 PrĂ iseach and Ewen Cameron.
#em draws stuff#em is posting about temeraire#temeraire#the flight of the heron#ewen cameron#temeraire worldbuilding collection#FINALLY finished a sketch which I began in april! and perhaps I shall finish some more in time#<- there are. A many dragon sketches lurking in the depths of my autodesk files#as it takes one thousand million years to draw them in a way as excellent as I feel befits Dragons :)#had to go back in and redraw her wings from scratch since I got way better at them over the summer#currently being world's tiredest man so enough talk from me go read luzula's fic it's really really good#caption text taken From Therein because how could I say it any better! oh ewen he's everyone's little show pony :)
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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
#cadina#regina george#cady heron#cady x regina#they totally wanna kiss#they are so down bad for each other i cant#Regina and Cady are written how god intended#like thats them fr ik bc i was the bus#fic rec#idk how ive gotten to the point where im reading and recommending my friends fics but like im glad i made it#peak 16 year old girl experience idk#doodles#mean girls
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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 â 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
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Brotherly Antics
AN: day 2, here we go! This has been one of my favorite fics to write so far! Itâs just so fun & playful, & I just love these characters so much! If you havenât 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 havenât 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.
#tickletober 2024#tickletober#heron#hermes#apollo#boz#blood of zeus#boz fic#blood of zeus fic#blood of zeus tickle fic#boz tickle fic#ticklish!heron#ticklish!hermes#ticklish!apollo
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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 â 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 doctorâs 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 â 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
#cadina#mean girls#mean girls the musical#mean girls the musical the movie#regina george#cady heron#my writing#my fics#this got way too long#but now i am free#hooray
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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 âImiâike 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 herâ over and over again. One night, she loses it in front of everyone, needing Regina to step in and defuse the situation.
âG, hey.â Janis walks up to Regina, backpack slung over one shoulder.
âHey, you.â Reginaâs 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.
âMy new homeroom teacher gave me detention for doing embroidery work in the classroom. Itâs not like I wasnât listening, yâknow?���
âUgh, Iâm sorry, baby.â Regina puts an arm around her and they headed to their next class together.
âAt least itâs only an hour. Iâll be right there at your place as soon as I get outta detention.â
âMm, okay.â Regina hums, snaking an arm around her waist. âWant me to cook?â
Janis agrees with an eager nod, âThatâd be nice.â
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. âYes, âImiâike. Iâm looking at you.â
Janis was startled, then confused. âDonât look so confused, youâre not a freshman. You should know your clothing choice is against school code.â
âIâŚhave been wearing the same kind of outfits all year. Why is it that itâs become a problem today?â
âItâs too short.â The teacher nearly seethed, âSay another word and Iâm giving you an hour detention.â
Regina bites back a scoff, but the teacher saw it anyway. âWhatâs seems to be the problem, George?â
âNothing, Mr. Moss.â
ââImiâike, one hour. And cover up.â
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 dayâs barely started. She was tense from the anger and frustration that was bubbling up within herâ 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.
âFuck, fuck. I hate today.â Janis mutters, sitting down at the usual bench with her friends. Regina was right next to her, âWhat happened?â
âWhat didnât happen, G?â
âOh, come on. Donât be so dramatic, Janis. Iâm sure itâs not that bad.â Karen remarked. Janis sucks in a deep breath, keeping her gaze focused on her Converse. She shrugs off Reginaâs hand on her back and was fiddling with her thumbs, painfully hard. âStop.â Gretchen interjects before Karen could continue, âDonât say anything else. Thatâs not nice, Karen.â
âBut she alwaysââ Aaron added on, âYou donât have the best temper, Janis.â
Now, Regina wanted to slap him. Janis quickly grabbed her bag and ran to the bathroom, feeling like a knifeâs been repeatedly slicing through her heart hearing each passing word.
âJanis.â Regina tried to hold her back by the wrist but she easily got free and went on her way.
âVery good, guys. Yâall are such children.â Damian scoffs, Regina leaves the table to go check on Janis.
âJust leave me alone, Regina.â Janis spoke through gritted teeth, hands clutching the sink countertop.
âNo, I will not.â
âYou need to eat.â Janis says softly.
âOh, and you donât?â Regina replied.
âFuck, why?â Janis slams her fist to the counter, Regina internally cringes, âJay, letâs go back to lunch. Ignore them, okay?â
âReally? They always do this, make little comments about me, about how I have shitty temper, always being like âoh, itâs just Janis being Janis.â. They donât see how hard Iâve been trying to change for the better, and how sometimes, the things I get into trouble for arenât my fault.â
ââââ
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 dayâ without any other punishments, fortunately. Regina waits for her right outside the classroom and they head to detention together. âMom isnât home for the week. You wanna come over after? Iâll wait for you to get out,â
âSure.â Janis says, barely audible.
Janis didnât 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 didnât say anything and just rested her head on the window as she looked out of it. Regina doesnât force her to talk, knowing what to do. Once they got to Reginaâs room, Janis just yanked the jacket off and crashed into the bed to sleep. Regina didnât 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. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât say sorry. None of what happened today was your fault.â
âClearly it has to be, even our friends are saying it like I donât know it.â
âJanis.â Regina sighs softly, âListen to me. Itâs not on you, thatâs on them. Theyâre just unfair, angryâŚsometimes, immature. Some teachers just take their own frustrations out on students and it sucks. But, donât apologise for things that arenât your fault, Janis. Please.â
âI canât help it.â Janis exhales shakily. âThey still think Iâm likeâ unbreakable. Iâm not, okay? Iâm not. Iâm fucking weak.â
âYou are not weak, Janis. No.â Regina held her tighter, kissing her again, âYou are not weak, Janis. You are the strongest person Iâve ever known, and thatâs coming from someone who got hit by a bus.â
Janisâ body relaxed gradually as she listens to Regina speak, and her eyes also fluttered shut. She doesnât say anything though, not because she didnât know what to say. But because she was afraid of crying even harder.
âJust sleep, itâs okay. Iâm here. Everythingâs going to be alright, I got you.â
They both woke up again around dinner time and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare dinner. âPasta?â
âOkay.â Janis agrees, leaning against the counter. âThe gangâs coming over, right? Thatâs tonightâ the sleepover?â
âYeah. Do you want me to cancel?â
âNo, itâs fine.â Janis shrugs, âAs long as they shut up about me.â
âIâll make sure of it.â Regina grins, smooching Janis on the cheek then all over her face, making her giggle.
The both of them cooked together, enjoying each otherâs company and chatting about anything and everything under the sun. âHoly shit, this smells amazing.â
âOh, thank you~â Regina bites back a grin, grabbing a plate to start portioning the food for themselves and the gang that were arriving any minute. âNever made this before.â
âEh, well, youâre a good cook, G.â Janis smiled cheekily, grabbing a strand of noodle from the pot to try it. Regina shrieks, âJanis, oh my God!â
âMy hands are clean!â Janis laughs, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. Just as Regina was about to say something back, the doorbell rang. âIâll go get the door.â Janis says, walking away to the foyer. âOkay, thanks, baby.â
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.
âOh, shit.â Someone gasped. Aaron, it was Aaron.
âAre you okay?â Janis heard Regina and Gretchen.
âWhy so distracted, you dummy?â Aaron asks, it was clearly a joke. He always called her these nicknames and she didnât mind, having a self-deprecating sense of humour. But lately, she just wasnât having it. Sheâs had enough of these unkind nicknames and teasing. Regina rushed to her side to see if she cut her hand, âDonât touch it. Iâll take care of it.â
âIâm fine, go back to dinner.â
âJanis, are you just trying to use the fact that you got detention to smash things?â Damian asked with a laugh. The rest of the gang chuckles.
âShut up.â Janis mutters, clearly in some distress. She wasnât even looking Regina in the eye now. âShut up.â Janis repeated, âAll of you shut the fuck up. I donât need anyone else calling me dumb, stupid, insinuating that Iâm violent and cannot control my emotions. Shut up!â
Janis swallowed her tears painfully, sliding down into a squat while her back rested against the counter. âIâm sorry.â Janis said quietly to Regina. âItâs okay, itâs just a mug. As long as youâre not injured, I couldnât care less about a measly piece of ceramic.â
âIâm such a fuck up, I ruin everything.â
âJaâ baby, youâre not a fuck up. Okay? These people need to learn to get the hint and stop. Iâm sure they wouldnât like it too if they were in your shoes. Iâm proud of you for speaking up, okay? Never ever say that about yourself again, thatâs the last thing youâll ever be. You are not a fuck up, Janis.â
âI donât get itâ you guys could tell she wasnât happy about those damn nicknames and you all still continued? And you just had to laugh at Damianâs stupid âjokeâ? How would you feel if thatâs all you heard about yourself from your friends?â
âIâm sorry, Janis. Iâll stop using those names, it was wrong, and I thought it was okay because you never stopped me and in fact laughed along. That doesnât make it right, I shouldâve paid better attention.â
âIâll never call you dramatic again.â Karen swore, âI promise.â
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. âHey.â Regina came out to check on her a little later after she put on a movie on the TV for the gang. âI got you your drink.â
Janis turned around, taking the cup from Regina. âThanks.â
Regina sat down on the low pool chair, groaning slightly as she did so due to the lingering discomfort in her back. âDo you feel better?â
âI guess.â Janis sniffed, picking at the food on her plate. âI donât know, I think Iâm just feeling weird because my mom and dad have been fighting a lot again lately and I just feel soâŚnot like myself. And I â I fucking hate it. I hate that every little thingâs been pissing me off.â
âBabe, pleaseâŚyouâre a human being. Of course youâd feel emotions. Scared, worried, annoyed, sad. Whatever it is, youâd better feel them instead of bottling it all up.â
Janis cracked a smile, eating another forkful of the pasta.
âThereâs that smile.â Regina coos, âDonât you dare lose that smile of yours.â
Janis blushes, poorly hiding it. âYouâre so cute.â Regina chuckles to herself, watching Janis getting flustered. âThough I must sayâŚthat too you wore at school today? So damn hot.â
âOh, yeah?â Janis guffaws, setting her finished plate down, âWhich am I then? Cute? Or hot?â
âNice try, youâre both.â Regina turned to face her properly, patting her knee, âLetâs uhâŚtake this up to my room?â
âTempted.â Janis laughs quietly, âBut what do you think we should do about the gang then?â
âWho cares?! They have plenty of stuff to do. Most of the gangâs kissing each other anyway.â
âWell, thank you so very much for putting that image into my head.â Janis snorted, shuddering in disgust.
Regina sighs, pushing herself up off the pool chair then extending her arm for Janis to grab her hand, âLetâs go, pretty girl.â
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Enjoy this half-assed attempt. Took me all day but Iâm still not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. Hope itâs still okay thoughđ¤Ą
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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 thisâ!
They all wear heels so itâs not exact (also I whipped this up in like 5 minutes lol)
Huifen is tall, sheâs a black heron after all, and though theyâre not the tallest birds ever theyâre 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, sheâs 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, sheâs actually very soft â 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 sheâs being too much đ Scrooge and Goldie only have a very slight height difference, but I think heâs very smug about it lol
Also, my funniest headcanon ever is that Beakley has a thing for bad girls, and she HATES IT. Sheâs 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 sheâs 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 Scroogeâs relationship, but that doesnât stop her.
I think theyâre both massive hypocrites about it, bc they wanna protect eachother despite the other really not needing the help. Theyâre also endlessly frustrated with eachotherâs 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 heâll 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 âthat idiot needs me to protect them from their own love lifeâ and they were kind of right??
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foth crying in a parisian queer bar for the ask please??
The knock, when it came, was a gift from heaven: deliverance, if only for a moment, from this accursed manuscript. Jean unbent himself, wiped his ink-stained fingers, took up his candle -- a half-franc to the pound, and still they spat like the devil -- and went to the door.
It was not often that he had to look up at a man; that, as much as the man's tartan or the auburn gleam of his hair, was enough to identify his visitor, although they had not met in five years.
""Ewen!" he exclaimed.
It was like seeing a ghost. No longer rosy with health and youth, Ewen looked haggard and drawn. His complexion glowed pale in the candlelight; dark shadows clung beneath his eyes. Still handsome -- it would take much to erase this man's beauty -- but weary and careworn, unlike the blushing youth Jean had once known.
Gravity subsumed Jean's pleasure. He had wondered, often, how Ewen had fared in Prince Charles' war. This unsmiling visage suggested he had fared badly -- and yet he had lived. Jean had hardly dared hope that he had lived.
"Ewen, mon cher," Jean said, throwing the door wide. "Come in, come in."
"Forgive me," Ewen said, "and forgive the lateness of the hour. But I did not know whom to go to."
"You are always welcome here -- always! But do you not have kin here in town? So many Scots in exile, and more arriving every day. Surely you have people who will take you in! I can help you find them, if you wish."
As Jean spoke, he offered Ewen his only chair, seating himself on the bed. It was only a few steps from the door to the chair, but Jean saw with dismay that Ewen moved with a heavy limp.
"I have just come from my cousins," Ewen said.
"Then why...? Not that you are not welcome here, mon ami!"
"I met a man," Ewen said, his voice heavy with grief, and suddenly Jean understood why Ewen could not bring this to his cousins, and why he had come to him, instead.
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#heron fic#wip meme#this has been sitting in my wip file for ages as nothing more than a chat transcript#but in honor of your ask#and so not to disappoint either of us#I went and wrote a bunch of words today#and so the draft has begun!#thank you for the ask!#the flight of the heron#gonna have to do something about that 'pound' in the first paragraph#but pre-metric french weights and measures were a clusterfuck#and I already spent too much time trying to work out the currency side of that ratio
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Heâs red and heâs white and heâs green and heâs 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.'
#em draws stuff#em is posting about temeraire#temeraire#the flight of the heron#keith windham#temeraire worldbuilding collection#PART ONE of the current massive I Need To Illustrate Other People's Tem Crossover Fic project!#luzula's fic is a really cool exploration of eighteenth century temverse britain and explores a lot of things that I too wished to know#about the history and variation of dragon-human partnership even within the british isles!!#really I think that this fic can and should be read by temeraire enjoyers even if they haven't read foth#(but also. if you read this and then want to read foth about this. More power to you &c &c)#other important thing to note here is how much nuntius's design owes to both the incredible tem fanart cataloguing being done by#esteemed tumblr user travellingdragon!! and their own design for greylings!!#...it was so weird to draw keith in a 1740s approximation of aviator uniform. he looks like just some guy now :]#also. caption lyrics are a modified version of real folk song 'my bonny moorhen' because I think I'm v funny and clever
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Ë Ě 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 couldnât 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.
âare you okay to get home?â 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. âi can drive you.â
with a sigh, karen just mutters, âyes, please.â
gretchen led karen around each dimly lit space to the bathroom, knowing the taller girlâs home like the back of her hand. in front of the roomâs rectangular mirror, gretchen reached for the mouse-eared headband atop karenâs head, slowly pulling it up and off of her. after resting it on the marble countertop beside them, she brushed a stray curl from karenâs eyes, giving her a look so soft that it made her exhausted heart flutter.
she couldnât 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, itâs over and sheâs able to flop into her bed, about to close her eyes when-
âyouâre not just gonna sleep in your costume, are you?â gretchen asked, placing a hand on karenâs waist. âwhy not?â karen mumbled into plush blankets.
âcâmon, mama. change really quick.â karen rolled over to face gretchen, pouting before reaching up to be pulled toward her closet.
âgretch,â karen whispered, slowly combing through oversized t-shirts as if her parents were home, âcan you stay the night? my familyâs gone.â while changing her clothes, she glanced over her shoulder to monitor gretchenâs reaction.
âhuh? why?â gretchen asked as karen laid down beside her, draping an arm over her thighs. âi dunno. i justâŚdonât wanna be by myself,â karen muttered, looking up at gretchen with a sparkle in her eyes that she canât help but say yes to.
placing a gentle hand atop karenâs head, she just whispered âokay,â as she combed her fingers through the tallerâs hair.
gretchen continued to look back at karen tucked under the covers and checking her nails as she fished through various items in karenâs closet.
âhey, kare,â gretchen hesitated for a moment, âcan i wear one of your shirts to bed?â karen nodded, mumbling a confirmation. âi dunno why youâre saying that like you donât wear my stuff already.â
gretchen chuckled to herself, struggling not to make her awkwardness audible.
right. whyâd 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 gretchenâs senses.
gretchen walked toward karenâs bed, part of her expecting, hoping that karen would have fallen asleep by the time she arrived. but she hadnât. 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 karenâs fidgeting. it doesnât 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, karenâs face became burrowed into gretchenâs clavicle, softly nipping at her skin and bringing gretchenâs heart rate up so high she becomes scared that karen can hear it. she tangled her legs between gretchenâs, a wave of calm rushing over them both, gretchen shifting her focus onto the candle sheâd bought for the taller girl a few months before.
âhold my hand, gretch.â
and of course, gretchen concedes.
she canât help the way their hands fit together so perfectly. she canât help the way karenâs teeth feel against her neck. she just canât 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.
âyour costume was really cute tonight, kare. weâŚkinda matched.â gretchen muttered, stringing her thumb along karenâs knuckles. âwe did?â gretchen feels karenâs warm breath against her as she asks. âyeah. cat and mouse.â karen takes gretchen in, just for a second.
âhm. thatâs so cool,â karen mumbles. âitâs probably, like, meant to be.â she continues, before returning to nibbling at gretchenâs 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 sheâd 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.
karenâs 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 gretchenâs pulse lulling her to rest as she lays on her chest. when gretchen sees karenâs eyes fluttering shut after the long hours sheâd 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 gretchenâs arms and, god, she looks so beautiful even while sheâs struggling to stay awake.
âyou should go to bed, gretch,â karen yawns. âyouâre so tired.â
karenâs right and gretchen knows it. she never has to chase karen for her to pay attention.
everythingâs fine, at least for tonight. and gretchen revels in karenâs warmth, leans into her touch as if sheâd been stuck at sea and karen was the one who brought her to shore.
karen was sweeter than the candy theyâd 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.
#first fic if itâs bad iâm sorry#iâm also sorry for incorporating karen being a biter#i just consider it canon now#mean girls#mean girls 2024#mean girls musical#fetchen#gretchen x karen#karen x gretchen#gretchen wieners#karen shetty#karen smith#bebe wood#avantika vandanapu#avantika#wlw#wlw ship#sapphic#sapphic ship#lesbian#pansexual#lgbt#lgbtq#cady heron#regina george#janis imi'ike#janis ian#damian hubbard#friends to lovers#ruey writes
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Chapter 6 of Mirror Me Back is out!
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Fandom:Â Mean Girls
Pairing:Â Cady/Regina
Rating:Â Explicit
Words:Â 17,683
Summary:Â
âUm, hi,â Cady says, lingering by the seat for a moment awkwardly before sitting down. âHi, councilmember,â Regina says, smirking. Cady feels her face warm. âWould you believe me if I told you I have tried to get them to stop calling me that?â At this, Regina laughs. âYes, I would. Youâre so informal. Itâs cute.â Cady isnât sure if thatâs a compliment or an insultâReginaâs specialty. âWell, what do they call you?â âCouncilmember Regina George, Esquire, obviously,â 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
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#cadina#cadina week#cadina week 2024#mean girls#mean girls 2024#mean girls the musical#mean girls broadway#cady x regina#cady heron#regina george#fanfiction#writing a fic that requires a glossary is such a me thing to do
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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
#mean girls movie#mean girls broadway#mean girls musical movie#cady heron#gonna tag ships so people will find this#and so that maybe someone will write a fic where cady uses a gun (safely)#cadina#rejanis#cadnis
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I Think I Like You (Maybe More Than I Should)
Pairing: Cady/Regina Rating: Teen Words: ~26k Summary:
Cadyâs junior year of college, she finds herself sitting in a film elective next to worldâs hottest girl, Regina George. But when she panics and accidentally tells her ex-boyfriend Aaron that Regina is her girlfriend, sheâs thrust into a situation she didnât expect, and Regina wonât let her forget it. A Fake Dating AU
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#cadina#mean girls fic#cady heron#regina george#mean girls 2024#mean girls#we love hottest girl ever regina george being DOWN BAD for hot mess express cady heron#cadina fdau#my writing#my fics
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