#i may use winter as an excuse to get back in touch with my first Darcy pairing

[sugoi-writes]

(Preview) Trigger Happy, Part 2

SOOOOOOO I reread Trigger Happy for like, the first time after posting it. And my god, it kinda DID things to me. So without further adieu, here is a sneak peek/prelude to Part 2. It's extremely fluffy. No content warnings for this one, other than implied spicy thoughts ( @ieatcocoa I blame you, in the BEST WAY)

MDNI, or I'll cut you

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A few months had passed since your last weekend trip to the cabin. The crisp air of Autumn had been corrupted by the cool embrace of Winter. For Louisianians, there would be no white Christmas, but the promise of chilly mornings and frosty nights lingered with the season.

Life had ultimately gone back to 'normal' for the both of you, as if the tumultuous chase has never happened. Alastor's radio show swung without a hitch, gaining traction with his extensive coverage of the famous 'Bayou Butcher'. Meanwhile, you were performing particularly well at your own job, a promotion lining up for your hard work. Life had improved drastically. 

But... even in the heat of your success, the both of you started to become stir crazy. In your efforts to work harder, the both of you neglected your sanity. All of this for the sake of being 'better off', the both of you had decided. At least you both agreed on one thing: a short getaway was long overdue. Your recommendation for a cabin-filled weekend delighted your overworked partner. And so, you both had worked your magic to make the getaway happen.

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It was Friday morning, just an hour after Alastor got off of work. (Thankfully, he had managed to switch prodcasting times with another coworker, guaranteeing an early departure). When you had packed the last of your bags, you snuck back to your closet once more. Pushing over copious amounts of clothing on the rack, you finally pull out what you'd been looking for: a white linen gown with lace trim... Or at least, it used to be white... It was the dress you wore during the last 'hunt'. 

The fabric was weathered, rumpled, and looked quite horrific, if you were being honest. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks as your fingers brushed over the fabric, erotic memories flashing across your mind. The heavy thuds of footsteps, the smell of the dank bayou, the crunch of withered leaves... And yet all of these memories paled in comparison to him. 

Alastor. 

His heated touch, labored breaths, and manic, brown eyes nestled deep into your debauched dreams. Dreams that you found yourself longing to relive...

You bit your lip, debating if you should pack the dress. You wondered if this would be subtle enough, or if your secret desire for a part two was too 'on the nose'. 

This thought was disrupted by the bedroom door creaking open, and the sound of Alastor's silky, serene voice. 

"Darling, are you almost ready? I've gotten everything else in the trunk so far--" 

Alastor catches you glimpsing at That Dress, his back stiffening as memory lane hits him. Hard. 

He grins soon after, his smile cat-like as he wanders over to you. You're quick to hide the dress behind your back, stammering an excuse. 

"Y-Yes, I have everything-- just-- just thought about this old thing, y'know? I may need to toss it. This filthy thing has been through enough… It's just hanging here, collecting dust." 

Alastor clicks his tongue against his teeth, chuckling at your horrible attempt to deflect,"Dear, why would you want to get rid of this relic? I rather like the dress, you know~" When you avoid his gaze, Alastor sighs dramatically. He reaches behind your back, gently tugging the garment out of your rigid grasp. You can’t help the sheepish noise you make when he slings the dress over his shoulder, letting it hang off of him like a disheveled shawl. 

"Check the back of the closet, dear. In my garment bag," Alastor offers gently, stepping up beside you. You squirm as Alastor places a kiss on your temple and an impossibly large hand on your waist," I have something for you; perfect for the occasion, I'd say." 

You blink in surprise, throwing him a questioning look. Money wasn't exactly tight in your household, but the gesture surprised you all the same. A gift… for you? 

You're met with a beautiful sight. A pristine, red nightgown that made an apple look pink. Upon touching it, you realize it was satin; much nicer than the cotton one you originally had. Your mouth fell agape, your eyes widening in tandem. Dumbfounded at the sight, you hardly moved as Alastor kissed your cheek again. His sincere smile only grew as he gave your waist an affectionate squeeze. 

You follow his suggestion obediently, rummaging carefully until you hit Alastor's bag. While it usually hosted his dry clean-only suits, you noticed that it was uncharacteristic thin. Paper-thin, even.

You take down the bag from the bar gingerly, heart racing with curiosity. Alastor was just as eager, watching you with baited breath as you eased the zipper down. 

"Better to be prepared than not, right~?" Alastor mused, taking your free hand. You finally look his way when you feel a featherlight kiss press to your knuckles.

"This is--" 

"Yes yes, darling, it is. I figured it's only fair that you were dressed in my colors this weekend~" Alastor all but purred, his eyes full of mischief.

"Alastor, it's... Really beautiful. I hope it wasn't too much--"

Another kiss, this time just above your knuckles. A trail of sweet, deceivingly innocent kisses started to ascend your arm. Ever the cheeky man, Alastor was. 

"My love, nothing is ever too much for you. Think nothing of it. Simply wear it... It would make me very happy to see you in it."

You comtemplated his words, really taking them in. Like the lush fabric of the nightgown, you felt... Soft. You were almost liquid smooth, a flush festering on your skin under Alastor's affections. When he had kissed all the way up to your cheek, you turned to meet his lips with your own, smiling blissfully. Thankfully, Alastor didn't seem to mind the interruption

"Well, I guess I can't say no when ask me so sweetly... 'Can't let such a pretty dress go to waste, then~" you chime, giving Alastor another kiss. In fact, to air on caution, you zip the laundry bag closed, tucking it under your arm. You wouldn't want to risk ruining it before Alastor got his chance to...

"And," you added, a renewed glee coursing through you,"I think I'm ready to head out now~" 

Alastor reflects your smile, pressing a firm kiss to your lips to seal the deal.

"Off we go, then. Oh– and I think we should take the scenic route this time, if that’s alright..." You practically giggle as your arm is taken into his, allowing your beau to lead you out of the bedroom. 

"Honey, I would love nothing more." 

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[horns-the-demon]

Free Use AU - Michael's Weakness

(Just a cleaned-up version of a message I sent Koi a while back, I wanted to be able to update the fic in time for my birthday but I have officially completed another trip around the sun and am still not done the new chapter, so enjoy this in the meantime!!) NSFW Warning :D

Okay so Seb is Coach Michael's only weakness and eventually everyone is figuring that fact out Imao

First it's the players: they realize that Michael is like 30% less likely to get pissed off at them if Seb is in the vicinity versus if he isn't. 50% if Seb is seated on his lap. 75% if Seb asleep in his lap, although that one is kind of inconclusive because they don't know if he doesn't want to yell at them, or he's just avoiding it because he doesn't want to wake Seb up while the sleepy omega is using him as a pillow.

They also start asking Seb if they want Michael to let them out of trouble or if they have a ridiculous request there's a high probability he'll say no to. They'll ask Seb because they know that Michael always listens to him, and because he has a way harder time saying no to him. Partly because he's, well, Seb, and partially because he always follows up 'his' ridiculous requests with incredibly enthusiastic blowjobs as "incentive".

(If Seb could get his head out his ass for five seconds, he would realize that he doesn't need an excuse to get Michael's cock in him. Alas, while he may be a genius is many other ways, he's stupid as hell in this one.)

The rest of the team's support staff start to get in on it too: whenever they need to run documents to Michael or something (a head coach's work is never done) they give it to Seb which is just super considerate, because honestly there's no better way to get through a mountain of documents than with your cock being warmed by a sweet little omega's pussy.

Seb, for his part, realizes what they're doing but doesn't mind it at all: any excuse to spend more time around Michael is a good one to him. Besides, it's kinda fun being the infamous Coach Schumacher's one and only soft spot. The only time he does mind is when other teams try to exploit it, getting too close to him and acting inappropriately to leave Michael's temper decidedly frayed. Seb is very determined to be a good boy, though, and also very determined to only get "exploited" by people he actually likes. Whenever other teams are around he sticks as close to Michael as possible, because no one would ever be stupid enough to try touching him when Michael Schumacher is next to him. Michael also seems to be of a similar mindset, because around other teams he always lets Seb wear his jacket, practically bathing him in Michael's scent, and he's even more tactile with Seb than usual, always keeping a strong arm around his waist or a big hand resting at the small of Seb's back to guide him around, leaving the poor omega weak in the knees and with a stomach full of butterflies.

(And look, Seb knows, okay? Michael is a man who'd gone from being the best football players of all time to one of the best coaches without missing a step. He's powerful, successful, well-established, and hot as hell. There's no way he'd ever want to bond with an omega as young as Seb, and especially not one who was stupid enough to sign themselves up to be a free use omega. He gets it but he can still daydream, no matter how painful it is to be brought back to reality.)

(Once again: Seb is a dumbass. And Michael, in this respect, is pretty dumb too.)

Seb decides to exploit himself for once, going into the last game before school lets out for winter break. Exams are all finished, and usually the school has a fun little tradition where the students dress up in costumes for the game. Seb decides he's going to get in on the action too! Of course, he's going to be on field with the team, with Michael's arm around him as usual. Obviously he can't dress up as just anything, he needs to show appropriate school spirit.

The school's mascot is a wolf, so that's what Seb dresses up as. He wears his normal game day attire for a start, but plays it a little bit risque- sure, he wears a skirt as per usual, but he picks his shortest one, and he wears one of the teams jerseys, but he wears his tightest one, already knowing that with the cold air his nipples are going to pebble up and leave nice little indents in the fabric. Then he draws some whiskers on his face, puts on a pointy animal-eared headband, and is almost done. He just needs to grab a nice, thick, obviously wolfy tail, otherwise everyone will think he's a cat.

If anyone had any questions about where the tail was attached, Seb answered them with how loudly he moaned when Michael sat him down on his knee like usual.

To be fair, nothing else is usual that game: Michael's temper is a lot quicker than usual, and he's a lot more tactile with Seb, too. He also doesn't stick to edging Seb like usual, instead using his fingers and the wolf tail plug Seb is wearing to wring orgasm after orgasm out of him until he's a shaky, overstimulated mess. Seb eventually figures out why, once the game is winding down and he's starting to get dozy, especially with his head tucked into Michael's neck as it is.

The man smells funny- almost like he's going into rut! Oh. Whoops.

Parading himself around like a little whore probably wasn't the best move, especially with Michael in pre-rut, but given that it ends with Michael taking him home and fucking him through his whole rut, Seb really can't argue with the results.

Next year when the game rolls around, it's Michael who dresses up as the wolf, meanwhile Seb puts on a cute little pair of bunny ears. He's got a tail this year, too, but it stays hidden under his skirt. Seb's already decided: that one is for Michael's eyes only.

[shortnotsweet]

all bets are off [2/3]

Lucemond High School AU drabble [part 1], She’s All That (1999)

Aemond Targaryen may be the leading man of Westeros, but Daeron is the man of the hour. His date moves timidly at first, but settles into the steps of a waltz as a swan does to water.

“You’re better than I thought,” he laughs, breathless and pretty. “Better than Jace, at least. He always stepped on my toes.”

“I hope you’d rather dance with me than your brother,” Daeron murmurs into the shell of his ear. “Besides, my mother may not pay attention when it counts, but she made sure we knew how to dance. We’re Targaryens, aren’t we?”

It’s when he swoops down to kiss him—or maybe when Valeryon tilts his head to receive it—that a sudden crash can be heard, followed by horrified—no, delighted—shrieks. Onlookers witness the leading man shoving through the crowd just to get to them. The drink table is overturned on the way; in retrospect, the table was already on its way down, overloaded with spiked punch bowls as it was, and the skirt of Maris Baratheon’s dress snagged on the hinges of the folding leg and helped it capsize once and for all.

Forget Maris, forget the dress, forget the table. No use crying over spilled vodka on a gymnasium floor. This is what matters:

Daeron jumps into action when he hears about the pig because that’s—that’s just fucked. Daeron heard it from Aegon who heard it from Helaena who didn’t hear it from Aemond because he didn’t tell her, but their sister must possess some form of clairvoyance because she always knows about these things. What kind of things?

Denial runs in the family; it’s in their blood. Having lived half a life with both, Daeron can guess which side. He’s the level one, the normal one. He spots the abnormal a mile away.

He sees it in the way their mother openly tosses Rhaenyra’s family holiday cards into the trash without even opening the envelopes, but must privately fish them out later in the evening. He found them all once at the back of her fragrance drawer, stacked chronologically by the year and tucked behind vintage perfume bottles, neatly out of sight.

He supposes Aemond is much the same. Aemond, the older brother he sparsely knows, has many tells. For example: two separate underwear drawers, a jar filled with hard lemon candies he himself doesn’t touch, a journal he once tackled Aegon for opening. With him, things stay out of sight, but never out of mind.

That’s why Daeron doesn’t rat him out when he first hears about the bet. From what Aegon has said, Helaena doesn’t contradict, and Daeron has witnessed, Aemond’s watched Luke for years and wants him in every possible way. Perhaps he is like Alicent, Daeron thinks, who lovingly files away memorabilia to dissect later. Perhaps Aemond will get the right of it in the end.

Then, Daeron catches wind of the blood and sees red. Right or wrong, plotting to seduce the object of your ire over the course of a school year and humiliate him come prom night by dumping him onstage, then dumping a bucket of blood suspended from the ceiling over him is—well. Aegon says it best.

“Pig’s blood? Really, Aemond? You’re like a cartoon supervillain.”

They all know Aemond never would’ve gone through with it. The Baratheon girls, save for one, are vapid creatures. Aemond never needed Maris’s favor to secure an internship with her father, but it was always an excuse. The moment she pointed out Luke—shy, wallflower freshman as he was—Aemond hatched his own plan. They’re Targaryens in name and blood, but they’re Hightowers, too. It’s in their conniving nature.

That summer, Luke should’ve taken one look at Aemond’s outstretched hand and taken off at a sprint. Daeron would’ve taken Luke’s hand himself and dragged him away, had he known.

Luke runs track in the winter and spring and hides himself away in the summer and fall, like an inverse of seasonal depression. Luke is a good runner. He’s skinny, but has strong legs and the instinct for it; the second the starting pistol blows, he jolts like a jackrabbit and covers the two-hundred stretch like it’s nothing. Daeron watches him run from the bleachers because he’s good at it, and because Luke sometimes wears these little shorts that barely cover anything. Aemond watches too, of course, stealing glances during lacrosse practice and nearly letting the ball get away from him. After the infamous breakup—which took place behind the scenes but played out in the aftermath for the entire school to see and speculate on—Aemond is even less subtle about it. A few times he moves to abandon the field, as if to run after Luke like a hound catching a scent. Then he’ll catch sight of Daeron in the bleachers and glower.

(“Who dumped who? It had to be Aemond, right?”

“No, no. Look at him. That’s not the look of someone who escaped a relationship.”

“What are they supposed to look like then?”

“Free, I guess. Liberated. I dunno.”)

Lucerys Valeryon pulls up the driveway in the dead of night. It’s the end of April.

Daeron watches for him out his bedroom window, then hurries downstairs and out the back door when he sees the Beetle convertible emerge, a baby blue blot in the dark. Luke called him beforehand, said he had to drop off Aemond’s things before he got too attached. Borrowed shirts, origami candy wrappers, a roll of photos sheathed in an envelope. A hardcover children’s book. It is a good thing Aemond and the rest of the household is asleep; he’d been in a black mood for weeks and knowing Lucerys was so close again would have him frothing at the mouth. Who knows what he’d be driven to do.

Daeron meets him at the edge of the lawn. Luke takes one look at him—his hair, the color of his eyes—and his expression crumbles. He cries on the curb. Daeron crouches down next to him. You’re my friend. You’re beautiful. You never deserved this, he thinks. Neither does Aemond. He never did.

“I have a suit,” Daeron says instead. And both eyes. “You were excited about it, right? Go with me.”

“Huh?” Luke wipes his face. It’s flushed red and splotchy. He is so lovely. “No, no. You don’t have to keep…” being nice to me, he finishes lamely, mentally. Daeron hears it anyway. Oh, you silly boy. He watched him before this summer, but they’d become true friends by the beginning of fall thanks to Aemond dragging him home every week, much to their mother’s despair and Rhaenyra’s clear delight. It might be one of the best things to ever happen to Daeron, besides his mother finally deciding he can come home. He knows what it’s like, then, that fear. Luke must think that once Aemond is no longer in his orbit, he’ll simply blink out existence like a star burned to a quick. It’s not true. It never was.

“I know. I want to.” Daeron hopes Luke hears his conviction bleeding through, and fears he’ll hear the love there, too. Luke is silent for a moment, turning it over in his mind.

“Okay,” he says wetly, finally. “I’ll go to prom with you. Pick me up at six.”

It’s a month to prom. Aemond’s stuff is packed in a box in the back of the car. It’s a date.

“Thank you for telling me,” Luke mutters against Daeron’s shoulder. “No one else did. They didn’t think I could handle it, I bet, but you—you knew.” A scaly beast that’s lived inside Daeron’s ribcage for longer than he can remember rumbles in agreement.

Luke rests his cheek against his collarbone and Daeron is sure that if he tried, he could hear the staccato of his heartbeat through the skin of his throat.

“Would you have wanted to know? Even if you knew it would make you unhappy?” It was obvious to anyone who knew them that Aemond never would’ve broken up with Luke in the end, not of his own volition. He’d die first.

“Of course.” Luke pulls back, offended. “How else would I—I would’ve never known it wasn’t real.” Daeron almost shakes his head. It was real, alright. Realer than Luke will ever know. But this—this can be real, too. This can be just as good. Better.

“I’m glad, then.” He dips him then, hand creeping down to plant against Luke’s lower back. The speakers continue to warble in the background, but Daeron doesn’t recognize the song; it’s something about moonlight, about fireflies dancing and the silver moon watching on.

“Don’t touch him.”

Ah. Speak of the devil. Daeron’s been touching their nephew all night, but Aemond probably knows that. He’s been watching them out of the corner of his remaining eye, jaw clenched in fury. His poor date—wretched girl she is—stands behind him, clutching at her torn skirt with a mottled expression. She’d scuttled after Aemond, to no avail.

“What are you doing?” Luke asks over Daeron’s shoulder. Everyone is watching. He is not as tall as his brother, but he’s taller than Luke and shifts to angle him away. Aemond, as expected, follows like a dog chasing a tail.

“You’re my boyfriend,” Aemond hisses, wounded, reaching out for Luke’s sleeve, “debasing himself. What are you doing?”

“Was.” Luke jerks away, clinging to Daeron’s arms like he’s a lifeboat at sea. Aemond flinches. “This is my date. I came here because I wanted to.” Luke’s fingers dig into the black fabric of Daeron’s tux. “Leave us alone.” At the mention of us, Aemond’s nostrils flare.

“Didn’t you hear him?” Daeron says blandly. “Leave us alone.” He doesn’t even need to turn to know there’s anguish painted on his face, in the tremor of his lip. You’re losing him, Aemond. One more strike, you’re out.

“How dare you?” Aemond grits out, snagging a fist in Daeron’s lapel instead, to the gasps of the crowd circling around the three of them. “You think you can come back here and help yourself?” You, who was born with nothing, for nothing, shipped away like nothing.

Daeron looks up at Aemond now, at the red rim of his eye and the brokenness behind the pupil. It’s been said that all men demand their pound of flesh. They’re not men, not yet, but Aemond’s been baying for Luke’s blood (and body, mind and soul) for the better of nine years. It’s a three-man play, and the spotlight is sweltering.

Daeron only smiles at the challenge. Maybe it looks sharp. Maybe it looks bloody. Maybe it looks like he has nothing to lose.

(Wrong. He has the audacity, actually. If he plays his cards right, he gets Luke, too.)

[remmyswritings]

here’s part 4 of my unnamed blaise zabini x f!reader fic

read part 3 here

to my beautiful bestie, thank you for reading this beforehand :)

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ENJOY :)

You snuggle further into the red covers as Hermione, Ginny, and you share the food you sneaked out of the kitchen. It’s not that late, as everyone else in the castle is enjoying their dinner in the Hall. But after considering what was meant to be your main topic of discussion, you agreed it was safest to stay hidden in one of the dorms… and out of the three of you, you were definitely the best at sneaking around the castle.

“So,” you munch on another one of the chips that you’d stolen off of Ginny’s plate, “they are okay with Harry teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts?”

Hermione nods her head, “At first, they wanted to talk about the rumors, but honestly I think them hearing our adventures from the last couple of years and seeing Harry’s frustration made them realize just how real this is.”

Your fingers reach out for another chip only for Ginny to lightly slap your hand away, “At least, we’ve got a good group of people, and you’re gonna join right?”

“Of course,” you nod, looking at the two girls, “If it weren’t for my thing with Blaise I would have shown up too…”

Ginny’s famously devilish smile appears on her face, “So…” she starts slowly, “things are going well then?”

You can’t stop the warmth you feel creeping up your body, a small smile settling as you reminisce on the day’s events, “It is, honestly, I think he was actually a little bummed we weren’t gonna be able to have dinner together.”

Hermione scoffs, “With Umbridge crawling around I don’t think that would be a safe move, although maybe the fact that Blaise is a Slytherin will protect you a bit more.”

You shake your head, “God no, I swear the witch has it out for any of us associated with Harry… and while my connection may not be as obvious I’m pretty sure the higher ups in the Ministry now about it.”

“Still,” Ginny continues, “are you gonna tell us anything about this date?”

Your fingers messily grab a handful of Ginny’s chips as you shuffle off the bed and away from her grasp, laughing as you do, “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Ha! So something did happen.”

All that’s heard is the crunch of the chip as you throw another one in your mouth, the smile on your face making it hard to contain the food you consume.

•••

The sun rose on what is supposed to be a nice start to the winter season, but the only thing you can do is groan at the thought of dealing with another one of Umbridge’s rules. She clearly thought something was going on with Harry’s little group as if that ban on social clubs couldn’t be clearer. And yet, you all had succeeded in sneaking up to the Room of Requirement for your lessons- well for the most part, not excluding the times you’d have to make another excuse and leave Blaise all to his lonesome.

You sighed, today was gonna be one of those days.

•••

Blaise led you to one of the less well-known empty classrooms, looking back ever so often to make sure you were still with him, even though your hand was still very much embraced in his.

“What’s up with you today?” You ask softly as Blaise pushes you back against the just closed door, crowding his body with yours.

Your hands wrap around his neck, the space between you definitely practically nonexistent, “Nothing,” he growls softly, “Nothing’s going on.”

You lift his head up from where it’s been hiding in the crook of your neck, finally catching his eyes with yours, “Ya right,” you smile, “Not that I mind all of this, but still-”

His lips cut you off. One, two short kisses, and then a third, “It’s nothing.”

“Ok,” you mouth as your lips find his, “It’s nothing.”

You know it’s not nothing, but you can’t help it, not when it’s clear that Blaise is desperate for your touch. The way his lips consume yours, before following the lines of your face and then down your neck, his hands tracing up and down your body before one settles on the low of your back and the other at your thigh, doing everything to just keep you there.

That’s all he wants today, is just to keep you with him, feel the way your body connects with his. You can feel the coin that Hermione made burning in your pocket, calling you to the RoR, but not today. No, not when Blaise has rested his face in your chest, practically clinging to your body at this point.

Your deep breaths fill the room, as your fingers run through Blaise’s hair, the underlying anxiety in his body slowly melting away as he pushes his weight into you.

“Blaise?” You wait for a response, “Blaise?” You feel the soft grunt on your chest, “This door is starting to get a bit uncomfortable.”

Suddenly, he’s standing up at full height, your body going with him as he turns around and settles you down on a desk, your hands tight wrapping around his neck as you try not to fall, “Blaise!”

“I wasn’t going to let you fall, love,” his body crowds yours.

You nod, a small giggle escaping you as the softness Blaise only holds for you is on full display for you.

“I know,” your hands drift to cup his face, “I know. Just give me a warning next time, alright.”

The kisses are slow now, delicate even. Blaise’s arms wrapped around you, his hands stretched out on the desk to stop you from tipping back too much.

And then he’s on the other side of the room. The grimace on your face automatically shows as the pink abomination appears in your periphery.

“Well, well,” the tap of her heels breaking the soft moment, “20 points from each of you.” Her eyes clearly taking in the colors of your uniforms before steeling on your face as she speaks, “and detention for you, tonight.”

Blaise’s shock is only apparent to you as his mouth begins to open. The sharp shake of your head is the only thing that stops him as the tapping recedes from the room.

Your moment officially broken, you start to grab your things, Blaise merely looking on.

“Come on,” you nod your head to the door, “don’t want to give her anymore reason to take points.”

Blaise comes to his senses, grabbing your hand harshly before you even make it past the doorway, “Love, what was that about?”

You turn to him, trying your hardest to keep some distance in case Umbridge returns, “What was what about?”

“That,” his eyes search yours wildly for something, “That thing with Professor Umbridge.”

You shake your head, checking to make sure the hallway is empty before leaning up to give Blaise a quick bit deep kiss, “It was nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

You walk off without him, knowing his eyes are still following your figure as you round the corner on your way to the kitchens. He is not going to give this up now, of that you’re certain.

•••

Umbridge’s detentions had already become known around the castle. Hermione warned all of the DA members of the dangers of her blood quill, as everyone promised to stick to the shadows. And yet, what scared you the most as you walked into her office wasn’t the desk with the paper and quill waiting for you, but the smile on her face as she stalked you.

“Now,” her voice pierced your ears, “It’s important for you to understand your place. There are certain customs for those who belong to the top, and you clearly do not know them.”

Customs? You stop yourself from rolling your eyes at her as Umbridge continues on.

“So, for today I want you to write, I do not belong. For as long as the message starts to sink in.”

The anger inside you starts to boil as you process your words, but all you do is nod as she once again smiles at you and tut tuts, “Start now.”

You nod, as you grip the quill in your hands, the words slowly forming on your hand as you continue writing the lines down the page. The small grunt of pain escapes you, the only response that prompts her to lean down forcing you to look her directly in the eye.

“Anything the matter?” You shake your head, “That’s right, because deep down you know you deserve to be punished. Don’t you?”

As you walk out of her office, you decide it’s not so much the weapons of pain that she uses to enact her punishment that makes her so evil. No, it’s the words she chooses to etch onto your skin.

[burninlovebutler]

27 - The First Close Call // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin x fem!oc (elsie) | word count: 3k-ish

warnings: core origin story anchors, alcohol, FLUFF, typical sad undertones, talks of cheating, cringey bedroom concerts, lightly inspired by maroon by taylor swift lol, 18+ MDNI

summary: when elsie wakes up the day after new year’s eve with both austin & nox no where to be found, she sits with the questions racing through her head. an unlikely item transports her to a memory that may hold the answers she seeks.

previous chapter -> 26 - NYE pt. 2 - Say It Again**

see masterlist for chapter log or other works

vibes: forever winter playlist ❄️

We never talk about what's going on We're casual, we're nothing

We're the furthest thing from love Until we drink

We’re just friends Until we drink

-ELSIE-

I stirred awake bringing a curled fist to rub the sleep from my eyes before shooting straight up. Flashes of everything that transpired the night before hit me like bricks, knocking every molecule of oxygen from my lungs. My hands frantically felt around the bed finding it empty, then searching it for any traces of Austin – or Nox for that matter. The rapid thumping growing in my chest threatened to crack my ribs like glow sticks.

My fingertips trembled as they curled around the fluffy duvet, bringing it up to my face. The scent of him filled my nostrils, immediately pooling tears in my eyes. My fists curled into the fabric and pressed against my nose, inhaling every bit of him.

How did we get here?

I threw the comforter off my body leaping from the mattress to inspect the room then quietly peering out the door to find Nox. But the apartment was empty, no Austin, no Nox. Relief momentarily poured into my veins before sending me into a cleaning frenzy. I ripped off every piece of bedding, the fitted sheet, the pillowcases, the duvet – it all smelled of Austin. Of us.

It wasn’t until the washing machine was full and rumbling that I was able to sit with the empty morning. My stiff couch squeaked as I laid back into it. The cold palms of my hands pressed into my tired and hungover eye sockets.

If Nox caught any inkling of suspicion I’d be dead. Just the idea of him finding out sent a chill through my bones.

It didn’t matter how many suspicions I had stacked against him. It didn’t matter the late nights out, the new phone code, the lingering perfume on his clothes.

“Fuck.” I muttered. I wanted to be angry that Nox never came home, at least it seemed like he didn’t. But how could I be angry at him when I did what I did with Austin?

I wanted to be upset with Austin too, for leaving me like I was just some one-night stand. But how was I supposed to be upset with him when he wasn’t my boyfriend, and he had a ‘not-girlfriend’, and Nox could’ve came home at any moment last night.

Holy fuck, are we all just cheating on each other?

One could only imagine that Nox’s absence meant he had also left with someone else. I had suspected it for a while –Sure, I could lie to myself and say he must’ve just crashed at a buddy’s house, but I knew it wasn’t the truth. It was a ruse.

So,

Nox was presumably cheating on me.

And I was cheating on him with my best friend.

And of course, now he was cheating on his new ‘not girlfriend’ with me. Official or not, it was clear something was going on between them. It made me sick.

That’s what it was, wasn’t it? I was cheating. No matter how much we masked it, how much we played the ‘no touching’ card, it was all just an excuse for our shitty actions right? Sure, he didn’t put his dick inside me, but we make each other cum – we’ve had each other in our mouths. One way or another it was sex.

Holy shit I’m having sex with Austin

Holy shit I’m fucking my best friend

What kinda fucked up geometric shape were we in and how did it all so complicated. I felt so many emotions at once, my head was so bogged with thoughts and memories of the night before, it was overwhelming. Suffocating.

As much as I really didn’t want to address it, the dread of knowing Austin and I would have to talk about it eventually settled between each rib. I wanted to ignore it, like we had been this whole time. Aside from the obvious uncomfortableness, I mostly just didn’t even know what to say.

‘I don’t want to keep doing what we’re doing’ – that was a lie.

‘I don’t like what we do’ – lie.

‘I want you stop calling me, baby’ – lie.

‘I want to stay with Nox’ - …lie?

‘I want to be with you’ - …lie?

I didn’t fucking want that, why the fuck would I want that? What the fuck did I want?

He’s my best friend, he’s always been just that. My friend. My person.

The person I run to when I’m sad, when I’m angry, when I’m heartbroken, when I need to vent, when I need someone to tell my secrets to. We’d seen each other go through multiple partners, isn’t that weird? We’ve talked about intimate details of our relationships. Though, the exchange of relationship details dwindled the longer we were friends.

Did everything we had done ruin our entire friendship? Last night was way past anything we’ve ever done. How do you go back to normal friendship when I literally fucked myself to him – in front of him? And he did to me…all over me.

And why the fuck did my belly flutter when he called me ‘baby’? God, I could barely even say it in my head. I shouldn’t fucking feel that way about my supposed ‘best friend’ calling me that. I didn’t even feel like that when Nox called me it. Friends don’t call each other baby.

“Oh god,” Curling over my thighs holding my hands over my face. The memory of me literally sobbing beneath him basically begging him to call me that name again. The New Years champagne had really done me in this time.

“Why the fuck would I do that.” I groaned and tugged at my under eyes.

Then the memory of what I told him.

‘Friends don’t do the things we do.’

“I’m so fucking stupid.” I reprimanded myself outloud, smacking my palm hard against my forehead.

How do you come back from that? How was I supposed to face him after that?

Even if I wanted to be with him – which I don’t – everything would change.

I wouldn’t be able to run to him anymore, not like that. I couldn’t share my secrets or just play video games with him. Or anything – all of our friendship traditions would be gone, right? How do you just shift into that different dynamic?

I never pictured us here. What the fuck were we doing? How did we get here? How do we go back? Can we go back? Do I want to go back?

I laid back and let the couch swallow me whole, curling into the corner and wrapping a draped blanket around me like a tight cocoon.

‘How did we get here?

‘How did we get here?’

‘How did we get here?’

The question haunted me, ringing over and over in my ear drums. Another equally as daunting sequence of questions swirled –

How, where and when did this start?

How did we get here, without me even realizing until we had crossed some fucked up line?

How long had this been looming in the background?

I brainlessly zoned out looking into my kitchen across from me when I spotted a half-drank bottle of rose that I didn’t remember opening or drinking.

The seemingly impertinent glass decanter brought forward a memory I had long forgotten. As the recollection unfolded in my memory, the details began to piece together a puzzle that perhaps held the answers I was looking for.

-5 years ago (Sophomore year)-

We sat on the floor of his dorm, my legs across Austin’s thigh with my feet in his lap. Our fit of laughter died down as the annual end-of-winter-break New Years party raged on downstairs of the giant fraternity mansion. The same house where we’d met just a year ago, and a year before all the shit hit the fan after his dad. Things were simple then, fun and innocent.

“I still think it’s funny that you’re in a frat.” I giggled, taking a swig of a bottle of Rosé that we stole.

The blonde rolled his eyes, “You know it’s just for my parents.” He snatched the chilled bottle from my hand, “Plus I get to live here, which is better than the dorms.” His lips curled into a cocky smirk before taking a sip. He dragged his sweater sleeve across his mouth to wipe off the excess wine and handed it back to me, “I am happy that we’re moving in together soon, I can’t wait to get out of here.”

My top teeth reflexively tugged my bottom lip in, for some reason wanting to hide the wide smile that begged to be worn, like a cozy cardigan on a cold winter day. But I swallowed it down with another chug. “Yeah, me too.” I hiccupped and set the glass bottle down.

In the year we’d grown to be friends I watched him blossom out of his shell. He says that it was me who made him bloom, but I don’t think I had anything to do with it. I think he was just waiting for someone or something to give him the chance to. Regardless, that shy boy I met just a year ago wasn’t the same one that sat across from me – at least not fully.

I watched him bring the glass bottle to his eyeline, reading the label for god knows why. But in the dim light of the desk lamp lit room… it was like I was seeing him through a new, different lens. The way his blonde hair curled at the edges, long straight lashes around crystal blue eyes, just how pink and plump his lips were. It had to be the alcohol, right?

“Hey Elsie,” He waved his hand in front of me, “Whatcha lookin at?” He laughed, “You checkin’ me out or something?” It was a joke, but it settled nervous swirl in my tummy.

I tried to mask the nerves in my chuckle with a light smack to his arm, “Yeah, you wish.” Rolling my eyes at him. I felt this daunting urge to remove myself from the situation, I needed to get my legs off of him, away from him. I never ever felt that way around him, he was normally a comfort to me, he would calm me down before an exam or watch movies with me when I was sad. But this… this wasn’t comfortable. I was uneasy, he made me uneasy.

I pushed a stray curl out of my face, letting out a breath before hastily pulling myself up from the carpeted floor. He took notice of my speedy escape as soon as I was on my feet, propping himself up on his elbows behind him. “Where are you goooooiiinnng?” He whined.

“I just wanted to um-“ I scanned around the room for any inspiration of a distraction landing on his record player. “I wanted to play music!” I perked walking over to the wooden box that held his vinyls.

“Why? The music from the party is so loud already.” He questioned, propping up a brow at me but I kept my back to him. Blood rushed into my cheeks and I couldn’t let him see it. The alcohol definitely was not helping the redness. For whatever reason, I grew aware of the missing makeup on my face. I never felt the need to wear it around him before, but now it felt like I was naked.

“Well, uh, yeah, that shit is so overrated.” I faux scoffed while thumbing through his record collection looking for a good one. I let out an involuntary gasp when I found an Elvis vinyl, plucking it instantly from the box and holding it close to my chest with my arms wrapped around it. “Elvis!” I exclaimed excitedly turning to him like a little kid that found a new toy at the store.

He raised his brows surprised at me then let out a laugh saturated in alcohol, “You like Elvis?” He questioned.

“Eeep!” I squealed, “Yes I love Elvis!” Nearly jumping from excitement like a 2012 One Direction fangirl.

“Wow I never pegged you as an Elvis fan, all you do is listen to Lana Del Rey.” He teased, knowing full well that wasn’t true.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes, “No no you don’t understand, I love Elvis.”

A sincere smile curled the edge of his lips, “Wow I just really didn’t know-“

I leaned down to grab his shoulders looking him dead in the eyes, “No, you don’t understand. I watched his ’68 Comeback Special like 500 times.”

He laughed hard and put up his arms in defense, “Okay okay, I believe you.”

I squeaked going back to his player and gently pulled the vinyl from the sleeve, precariously placing it down and settling the needle on the outer edge of the black disc. I nearly screamed when one of my favorites began to pour from the small speakers, promptly turning the volume to its max. With a spin on my heels, I snatched the rose bottle from the neck taking a long swig, proceeding to dance across his floor. Every inkling of tension in my body disappeared, the music soothing the nerves with each hip swing.

I could feel his eyes on me but in that moment, I didn’t care if he was judging me, the only thing I cared about was staying on rhythm. He sneered, “You’re so ridiculous!” He teased.

My arms followed the dance moves I’d seen Elvis do in his old recorded concerts, spilling some wine on my burgundy t-shirt as I did so. I’d probably regret this debacle later, but I was having too much fun to stop. The spill abrupted my choreography causing me to stumble back and let out a tiny hiccup.

“Oh my god Elsie,” He shook his head with a chuckle, going to pull himself off the floor but was struggling with the wine in his veins just as much as I was. “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Once solid on his feet he stretched to grasp my shoulders, but I spun just out of his reach. I suppose my next attempt at eluding him was to start belting out the lyrics, the dancing alone just wasn’t cutting it. “Here we go again… askin’ where I been!” I sang loudly and off tune.

Austin shook his head and as our impromptu concerts always went, he joined in, finally getting with the program and managed to steal the rose bottle back. I snagged a nearby hairbrush to replace the bottle as my microphone in preparation for the chorus. And as if we were on some stage somewhere, we turned to each other dramatically, ready to put on a show of a lifetime.

“We can’t go on together, with suspicious minds!” Singing in harmony into our respective makeshift microphones, “And we can’t build our dreams on suspicious miiiiiinds!”

Austin took over the vocals while I recreated one of Elvis’ famous ‘taking a knee’ moves and for a split second I swore I was 15 again, performing alone in my room. But I was 21 and in college and in my best friend’s fraternity dorm.

I got excited when I heard him finish off the line, “Oh honey, you know I’ve never lied to you…” And knew I had to get into position for another iconic line. Again, we were facing each other in our drunken duet, “We’re caught in a trap, I can’t walk out!”

Whether it was the alcohol, Elvis, or something I didn’t fucking know but I swore there was a slo-mo switch that flipped on as our eyes met. “…because I love you too much baby.” We sang softly in unison, our voices hushed under the blaring music, and he was closer than I realized. His sapphire eyes flickered to my lips and every ounce of air left my lungs. He dropped the empty glass bottle hitting the cushioned carpet with a thud and unexpectedly took hold of my hips pulling me to him.

‘Why can’t you see, what you’re doin’ to me…’ Elvis continued to sing in the background. Every part of him that touched me scorched like fire - his fingers on my hips, his chest pressed against mine. The insatiable burning spread throughout my body like a raging forest fire, every inch of skin, every muscle, every blood vessel, every single cell in my anatomy was totally and utterly consumed by him. The crystal ocean in his eyes, each individual blonde lash, the disheveled waves slashed across his forehead, the constellation of freckles I didn’t notice until then, the deep berry in his lips. The lips that were not even a centimeter from mine, just a hair from touching. I thought they’d land, I didn’t comprehend it at the time but god, I hoped they’d land. I was praying for them to land.

In that moment I realized that 15-year-old-alone-in-my room-comfort feeling wasn’t new, rather something that had been present for the past year. Anytime I was with him, anytime he entered the room, or his name was mentioned. He was comfort, he was safety. A true north I didn’t know I found.

Regular speed clicked back on, and we immediately retracted from each other like nothing had happened, like it was just part of the performance. The flurries of butterflies he left me with stayed though - I’m not entirely sure they ever left.

The next morning when I woke up on his floor, he didn’t bring it up and neither did I. Relief never felt so good, it was just some freak drunk accident, a close call. That all, just a close call. I didn’t know what I’d do without him, what something like that would do to us… I didn’t even want to think about it.

I eyed him looking over the menu at our favorite breakfast diner, Harry’s, pretending he was going to order something new, when we both knew it was gonna be chocolate chip pancakes.

“So, whatcha gonna get?” His eyes snapped up at me, the noon sun shining making his blues glimmer, even above his dark eye bags.

“Oh uh-“ I shook the haze from my head, “I don’t know if I’m gonna get anything, I’m uh, I’m pretty hungover.”

“Ah, don’t worry,” He just beamed at me with a optimistic smile that made me feel like everything would be okay, “Pancakes will fix it.”

And then there was a feeling in the pit of my stomach I didn’t recognize. At first I thought maybe I was hungover. It was a flutter, a churning, a nausea – a sinking trepidation, like I just signed a bad business deal, a contract that would cost me millions.

I didn’t know what fucked up clause we just implemented, but some dull ache in my bones whispered that it would cost me more than I could afford.

Next Chapter -> Temporary Fix* [coming soon]

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[fairytoge]

boiler breakdown pt1

notes!!

no warnings! it’s vvv fluffy!!

i've also had to re-publish this as i used to use the old text editor, and it kept glitching whenever i wanted to go back to it

part twoㅤpart three

m.list

i.yuuji

yuuji is the embodiment of warmth and you cannot tell me otherwise. and, on top of that, he is always looking for an excuse to hug you; whether that means missing certain important events or assignments, or not. so when your boiler breaks down in the middle of winter, yuuji is more than happy to use the icy temperature that lurked inside of your shared home as an excuse to spend even more time cuddling with you than ever before. as soon as a degree or two drops, yuuji will open his arms and beckon you into his embrace, to which you are more than willing to agree to.

f.megumi

whilst megumi is certainly not the most romantic, nor does he really know much about receiving affection outside of you, he is affectionate. it isn’t always in the form of physical touch, but he will often notice little things that you do or how you act to secretly check up on you (if you caught him staring, he would deny everything). if it’s increasingly cold and megumi starts to notice that you’re shivering or curling into yourself more, he will run to get a selection of his hoodies and sweaters. and, although you may give him a confused glance, he persists that you take them and warm yourself up in his, on your body, oversized clothing.

i.toge

toge is very emotional and is more open to expressing his feelings than others — even if he is limited to signals or other non-verbal methods. so, whilst he may not be able to figuratively warm you with his words, toge is a master of warming you literally. as soon as toge notices that your shared home has dropped in temperature, he will begin to collect the mass amounts of blankets that are scattered around the area in favour of creating a blanket fort with you. it would be a little messy the first time, but because of how many you two have constructed together, you’re both practically fort connoisseurs. there will be little touches added inside of them, like fairy lights and a snack bowl between where you’ll sit and your laptop that was adopted for watching films, and it is adorable.

z.maki

maki would be the first one to notice any slight change in you or your surroundings; she’s always somewhat on guard unless there is a reason not to be. and, whilst it upsets you a lot of the time that she doesn’t fully express her emotions, you’re just thankful that you’re at least one person that she knows she can always go to. so when your boiler breaks, she realises that the heaters aren’t working before a professional would, and subsequently your subtle shivering. cue maki pulling you into her arms and, even though it’s a surprise, you are certainly not complaining. and as you continue to mentally debate the meaning of the sudden display of affection, she’ll reach over to one of your other sofas and snag the throw to place over the two of you.

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[jessicas-pi]

paint bombs, pixie cuts, and elopements........

hehehehe

This is my Sabezra Medieval AU! (it's the sequel to Matchmaking, Mad Science, And Accidental Child Acquisition, which is a TCW/JFO/SWR Medieval AU.) PBPCAE has gone through SO many variations and plans and ideas and four or five times I've thought I might actually have the story 100% figured out until I stumbled over a plot hole and got stuck, but I finally went back to the beginning and thought it out, and i've actually got an ACTUAL plan now, so I'll ramble about it instead of sharing a snippet!

So, the backstory of it is this: Sabine is Viscountess Wren, heiress to Clan Wren. Ezra is an orphan who was found, rescued, and eventually adopted by Kanan (aka Prince Caleb Dume of Jedha) and Hera! Ezra and Sabine meet as children (she's 7, he's 5) in book 1 and get along like a house on fire. After the events of book one, they keep in touch--I haven't decided for certain, but Sabine might actually live in Jedha for a while.

Fast forward in time to the beginning of PBPCAE. Sabine is a young woman, just old enough to marry, and Ursa is discussing potential political matches with her. Now, up until this point, sabine had never ever considered marrying ezra, but then her mom goes and says "Sabine, I may as well be clear from the start. You will not be permitted to marry that Jedhan boy you're constantly running around with."

Sabine's response?

After some confusion, embarrassment, hilarity, and a trip to Jedha, Sabine manages to convince Ezra that This Is A Great Idea Actually. But there's a problem.

Jedha and Mandalore both have very complicated marriage customs and requirements. And Sabine knows her mother will use any objection she can. So Act 1 of the story is Sabine and Ezra doing a deep dive into Jedhan and Mandalorian law (with the assistance of Cal Kestis, Resident Nerd) and kind of go on a bunch of quests to make sure there can be no nitpicky legal objections whatsoever (i.e. they have to convince kanan to adopt ezra the mandalorian way as well as the jedhan way so that ezra would be considered actual royalty and therefore a good political match), while also keeping it a total secret so Ursa can't step in and stop them. The secrecy leads to some comedy due to Sabine and Ezra both being very bad at making up excuses as to where they've been sneaking off to.

Finally, they've settled every objection, and are preparing ye olde powerpointe presentatione on "Why You Should Approve Of This" for Ursa when a visiting Mandalorian with a bit of a grudge against Sabine sets her up, resulting in an Incident that nearly ruins Sabine's reputation, and causes Ursa to summon her daughter back home.

War breaks out in Mandalore.

Sabine and Ezra don't see each other for two years.

Enter Act 2.

The war ends, and Ezra and his family (which includes young Jacen!) are invited to Mandalore's Winter Court as part of the celebrations. (I haven't decided what plot reason there is for them to be there lol.) Ezra is ecstatic to see Sabine again, though he's a little nervous that two years will make things awkward, especially with their secret marriage plans between them (and the fact that, during their time apart, he came to terms with the realization that he had feelings for her. His friends Luke and Han, who know about the secret, have been giving him (extremely bad) advice on How To Woo Your Future Wife.)

'Tis not to be.

The first news Ezra gets upon arrival is that Sabine is engaged.

To be specific, Sabine is engaged to Carthage, the philandering slimeball son of Gar Saxon---and the same guy who set her up and nearly ruined her two years before. She's not happy about it, but it was part of the conditions of the peace treaty, and so she can't call off the engagement without a mutual agreement.

(Ezra is, understandably, heartbroken. He can't even be happy for Sabine because her fiance is a lousy person!)

Then yet another Incident happens and suddenly the whole Winter Court is convinced that Sabine is carrying on with Ezra behind Carthage's back. Carthage is mad.

Wait a second, Sabine thinks. This could be my ticket out of here.

So, in an attempt to make Carthage upset enough that he willingly agrees to cancel the engagement, Sabine and Ezra play themselves up as a starcrossed romance between a noblewoman in an arranged marriage and the peasant boy who became a prince and who also happens to be her childhood friend---basically they use all the dramatic tropes they can. Half of the Winter Court is scandalized by their behavior, and the other half is like it's the romance of the century!!!!

And when even that doesn't work?

Well...

There's always elopement.

[hyenahunt]

Saga: Rivals - 8

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Seiya, Hokuto, Jin

Proofreading: 310mc (JP) & Peace (ENG)

Translation: kotofucius

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

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Location: Soundproof Lesson Room

Seiya: He’s right. There is no reason for anybody to criticize him, as long as his enjoyment remains well within the confines of law.

Not that I claim to have any experience — but I feel like defending Jin-kun, anyway.

Siding with people will make you much more likable, rather than criticizing them.

Hokuto: Ugya!? Don’t come out of nowhere! You nearly made my heart stop!

Seiya: I’m so sorry, Hocchan. But I know you wouldn’t be able to stomach having “Cause of Death: Dad” in your death certificate. You’d stop at nothing to come back to life, wouldn’t you?

Jin: …Seiya-san. What’s the occasion? You came really early.

Seiya: Oh, I was doing a little exploring, since this place holds so many memories for me. I couldn’t walk around yesterday, on my first day, as I had other jobs scheduled.

Plus, I heard from my mother-in-law that “Hokuto had already gone out earlier this morning”… so I thought I could see him for a chat.

I predicted he would be practicing, being the studious boy he is, and I’ve been proven right.

Yes, yes. Having a light workout in the morning will make the rest of your day pleasant. It’s very advisable.

Hokuto: …Get out; I have nothing to say to you.

Seiya: Ahaha, I don’t believe that’s the correct way to speak to your parents. I don’t mind, but if this was my wife here, she would have cried saying, “Hocchan’s turned delinquent!”

Hokuto: Coming from that woman, I bet they’re just fake tears.

Seiya: I wonder? Turning lies and acts into the “real thing” is what makes a professional actress.

At any rate, as much as I love to ramble on about my lovable wife, it isn’t the focus of our current discussion, so I shall queue it for another time…

May I have a bit of your time now, you two?

Hokuto: I refuse. Get out and never show your face again.

Seiya: See? This is how cruelly he treats me, Jin-kun. Even though I love him so much.

Hokuto: You’re beyond shameless… Then prove your words with actions. “I love you” has no weight coming from you.

Seiya: Yes. My analysis does suggest I also bear the fault of your dislike of me, but I wish you would be more cooperative.

Because we can better save energy that way… or perhaps you hate me because I say such things?

Hokuto: ………

Seiya: Oh, you’re dripping with sweat, Hocchan… I’ll wipe it off for you. There, there ♪

Hokuto: Don’t touch me.

Seiya: How sad. Why do you resist so much? I used to change your diapers for you, Hocchan. Well, naturally I would have, being your father and all.

Hokuto: That was part of your duty as a parent. Stop bringing it up like I owe you for it.

Seiya: Yes. I have not fulfilled my obligations as your father too well, so I won’t demand any filial piety from you.

But I would be dejected to see you catching a cold after neglecting to wipe your sweat.

So please let me do this much, at least. My wife would keep you all to herself whenever she’s around, so I’ve always been disappointed I couldn’t get many of these moments with you.

Hokuto: Who cares. Also, tell Mother not to drape all over me in public the way you do. It’s embarrassing.

Seiya: Ahh, you still hold such human emotions. My wife and I have lost any feelings of shame over such actions long ago, through training.

Jin: Sorry to interrupt, Seiya-san… but do you need something from us? Or was this just an excuse, and you just wanted to show off your sweet quality time with your son all along?

Hokuto: I’m not having any quality time. He’s abusing me. This is power harassment.

Seiya: You know some quite difficult terms, don’t you? But well, Jin-kun, I can see where you’re coming from.

We'll be late for homeroom if we don’t hurry, and we teachers have morning assembly in the faculty office —

So I’ll be brief. A special DreamFest will be held in Yumenosaki Academy, starting from evening today until tomorrow night.

Ah, we have the approval of the executives, so you won’t be able to cancel it. I’m sorry.

Hokuto: A special DreamFest…?

Seiya: Yes. I studied this DreamFest thing yesterday — it’s a rather interesting toy.

I believe it can be applied to the actual idol industry with a little more polish.

Hokuto: …That’s like you’re saying the idol activities in Yumenosaki aren’t real.

Seiya: Oh no, I am not calling it “fake” or “for play”.

But it’s something like a trial, one that comes extremely close to actual experience. It functions well as a simulation of the idol industry.

No — experience is our working capital, so this must have been a mechanism somebody laid out to amass it.

Even with surgeons, how many people they’ve cut up has more significance than how many medical journals or books they’ve perused—correct?

Jin: Don’t look at me. I’ve given up on ever being a real doctor, so I can’t confirm nor deny it.

Seiya: Sports doctors and veterinarians are also real doctors, you know.

Speaking of which, you weren’t on good terms with your parents either, were you Jin-kun? There was even a period where they basically disowned you.

Jin: …Well, from the perspective of a highbrow doctor, idol work must’ve looked just like play.

Things got a little complicated and strained ‘cause I felt responsible over not being able to succeed my parents too.

We’re getting along nicely now, though.

Seems like they were genuinely worried for me back when I had those scandals. When I showed up at their home after retirement, they hugged me tight, telling me that “they’re always on your side!”, so…

Seiya: Ahaha. Because their delinquent son finally saw the light?

Jin: Nah, I wasn’t young enough to draw such a sardonic conclusion.

I was touched like a regular guy at how great it was to have a family. Cried some too. …Oh boy, it’s kinda embarrassing confessing all this in front of my student.

Anyway, we’ve gotten off track. It always turns out like this when I talk with you, Seiya-san.

Seiya: I’m sorry. Apparently, I’m not very good at holding conversations. One-way communication is acceptable enough as an idol speaking over a camera… I’m not used to conversing.

Returning to the main subject; I apologize for the sudden news, but this is just how things are… Rain-bows will be participating in the special DreamFest with us.

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Personally I want her to continue discussing her own creations and how creating and redidicating her love songs to her new guy feels and the problem with muses and how her exe guy was put on such a high pedistel but it was all an illusion and he kinda didn't deliver et cetera. Frankly for TTPD i was expecting at least one "our love was gold but now you're hearts tin" metaphor.

anon tbh I wasn't going to answer this because like I've said before, I really don't want to get into the muses of it all in that way here because I don't think there's anything to add to the conversation (definitely not for me anyway). Which isn't to say you or other people can't feel that way and talk about it, to be clear! Just not what I want to talk about on my blog for the most part.

BUT, while on the first listen or two of TTPD I was surprised that there wasn't more, let's say, overt reference to a certain muse, like I said in this post last night, he is all over the album in the subtext. And frankly, I think there is actually quite a bit of reference in the album to some of the themes you mention, even if it's metaphor at times.

The idealizing of the muse but it coming crashing down? I kept calm and carried the weight of the rift. I founded the club she's heard great things about. You say I abandoned the ship but I was going down with it. Handcuffed to the spell I was under for just one hour of sunshine. My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it, watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile. He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen.

Didn't deliver on promises made and the implosion of their plans? Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving, the deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. Years of labor, locks and ceilings, in the shade of how he was feeling. I left all I knew, you left me at the house by the Heath. So how much sad did you think I had in me? How much tragedy? You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof. (Honourable mention: How long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her. Do something, babe, say something.)

There's so much there about love gone cold. I stopped CPR, after all it's no use, the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter, he was with her in dreams. Gray and blue and fights and tunnels. And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign.

I don't doubt she's going to be processing that relationship and its end for awhile, mot because she's hung up on it but because it was just a huge growth experience she'll be unpacking as she gains more distance from it. (Just the same way she's unpacked the Jake relationship from "chaotic first true love" to "problematic first adult relationship" to something... darker.) And it may show up in other music, sure. But my impression from the album, and especially from the epilogue and from the various posts about it, is that she isn't keen on hashing things out to such a direct degree in the future. I could be totally wrong, but I got the feeling that with TTPD she was closing the book on that. (I have some guesses as to why, but they're not needed here and again veer into the parasocial I think. The very abridged cliff notes version of it is: they went through a lot together and were both dealing with their own shit separately and as a couple over the years, and while that doesn't excuse any way she was treated, I think it's more nuanced in her mind than "he was a shitty boyfriend and I'm mad".)

It's kind of like some of her other relationships and experiences: I don't doubt those feelings and the way those feelings have evolved will show up in future music. I just don't expect it to show up in a "now that I'm in a healthy relationship where I feel supported and cherished FUCK YOU [insert name here]". I'm exaggerating but you get the point.

(not criticizing you anon or anyone else, just saying-- this isn't something I particularly want to contribute to)

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AO3 Masterlist 6

Links Last Checked: April 13th, 2024

part one, part two, part three, part four, part five

Changing Fate (ao3) - Wix bucky/tony, loki/tony T, 27k

Summary: Tony dies in Siberia under the hands of Captain America, but fate doesn't leave it there. He opens his eyes several years earlier amidst the threat of Loki's invasion and the first assembling of the 'Avengers'. Tony may not understand why he got this second chance, but he's going to do better with it - and he's decided that he's going to share it. With a Winter Soldier who could really use a different hand than he was dealt.

Never let it be said that fate doesn't have a sense of humor.

Debts (ao3) - d_aia tony/t’challa M, 59k

Summary: In which Tony saves T'Chaka, T'Challa is grateful, and they both are all the better for it.

Detonation Imminent (ao3) - KairosImprimatur pepper/tony, clint/natasha T, 61k

Summary: Peter and Rocket decide it's a good idea to snoop around Stark Tower before introducing themselves. Clearly there's no way this could go awry.

Endgame (ao3) - YunaYamiMouto tony/stephen T, 196k

Summary: The rouge Avengers are pardoned under the influence of King T'Challa and it is up to Tony to 'welcome' them back. But as he and his new team are at the private airport, an unexpected fight breaks loose and the fate of the whole universe is changed when a wizard places himself as Tony Stark's protector.

It's a Secret to Everybody (ao3) - Snapdragon_in_the_Snow pepper/tony T, 97k

Summary: “I have kids," Clint said. "I know dad behavior when I see it.” Tony blinked multiple consecutive times, processing the statement. “Excuse me?” “Tony,” Steve said now, “how long have you had a son? And how come we’ve never known about him?” “Yeah,” Clint spoke again, “I thought I was the only one with a secret family. Turns out you’ve had one longer than me!” ------- Peter gets to spend all summer living in Avengers Tower with Tony. When the Rogue Avengers get pardoned and come back to live at the Tower too, they're confused as to who Peter is. However, once they see how Tony acts around Peter, that confusion goes away, as they know for certain who Peter must be - Tony's secret son. Tony and Peter decide to make the most of the situation, and play along. They hope they can keep up the act all summer. But they soon learn that they barely have to act at all.

Keeper (ao3) - HepG2 steve/tony E, 81k

Summary: “Uh, I’m… very new to the whole thing,” Tony swallows visibly. He uncrosses his legs and grabs his cup again. “I looked at pictures. Research. They look graphic.”

Tony Stark is a journalist hanging onto the last of his life lines. He needs new writing materials. Something that sells. Then the whole town is talking about a BDSM play gone wrong, and there it is. His story. Steve chuckles again. Tony notices he hasn’t touched his drink. “No worries. It’s very unlikely for us to take it up to that level.

It takes two to tango.

Kissin’ Dynamite (ao3) - crime_fighting_spiderling G, 27k

Summary: “Maybe I shouldn’t go.” Peter spoke. MJ shoved a permission slip into his hand at his comment.

“You’re going.” She simply stated.

Where Peter and his class go on a field trip to Stark Tower.

Language (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony, clint/phil T, 30k

Summary: This is how Tony fixed the team and the damage he’d done, and in the process learned how to start fixing himself. Well, maybe the latter might take a little help from Steve.

Oh, Hey There, Mister Blue (ao3) - iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid T, 75k

Summary: There are certain things one learns to expect when dealing with the Mad Titan. Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens is one thing. Loki can handle that.

Ending up on an unfamiliar ship surrounded by a bunch of aliens who are actually on his side is quite another.

Oh, My King for a Kingdom (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 14k

Summary: The blood and betrayal of an Afghanistan cave formed Iron Man. The blood and betrayal of a Siberian bunker formed something else.

Re-Engineered (ao3) - Opy3332 bucky/tony M, 73k

Summary: ���Tony blinks. He blinks and his entire world changes.”

Tony is sent back in time from mid-Infinity War to just after returning from Afghanistan.

How different is Tony Stark, and the MCU, with all that knowledge of the future?

Haunted by the guilt of Rhodey’s injury, the betrayal and pain of Steve, the fear of Wanda, the loss of Jarvis, and the foreknowledge of Thanos, this Tony is one the universe hasn’t contended with before. And he is more than ready to re-claim his title of genius, billionaire, and philanthropist in ways unexpected.

Relativistic Heat Conduction (ao3) - BlossomsintheMist steve/tony E, 69k

Summary: Age of Ultron-based, but not entirely canon compliant. Written for the 2013 Cap-Iron Man Reverse Big Bang. Ultron has attacked, obliterating most of the world's superheroes and resistance in a matter of hours. The remaining heroes band together and share what strength they have to get through it, to survive, and defeat Ultron once and for all. Steve Rogers grieves in the wake of the disaster and the heroes' defeat, and no one knows if he will be able to provide the leadership they need--but Tony Stark isn't about to let him slip away that easily.

Reverse Games (ao3) - MsMoonstar G, 75k

Summary: Thor and Loki have been arguing since they arrived back on Earth and the Avengers are tired of it. Tony Stark comes up with a brilliant plan to make the two Agardian gods get along.

Sharpen Your Teeth (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony M, 369k

Summary: A betrayed Tony Stark leaves the Avengers. He's angry and bitter but he's not about to stop being a hero. The problem is that not everyone is happy with his decision.

Silvertongue (ao3) - Epiphanyx7 jane/thor M, 34k

Summary: [[Post-Avengers. Loki's plan had gone perfectly, now he needs only to see it to it's natural conclusion.]]

No Asgardian cell can hold him. Loki's magic is bound, but his mind is not -- and the Aesir were always fools, to think that Loki's mind was anything other than his most dangerous asset.

The Guardians (ao3) - GremlinSR peter/tony M, 35k

Summary: Tony is pulled out of his funk after the Civil War by actual space aliens when they come to warn him of an impending attack. Now he's building a new team, going on adventures with his new space friends, and generally just moving on.

When Team Cap comes back, they'll find things are different than how they left them.

A salty 'Tony doesn't need the team back' post Civil War fic.

Unwanted Celebrity (ao3) - Kryptaria, zooeyscigar steve/bucky T, 72k

Summary: Fifteen years ago, a skinny kid from Brooklyn went to an arts summer camp, where he met child movie star Jimmy Barnes. Their unlikely friendship faded as the years passed. But now, a threat to Barnes' career brings Steve back into his life, in the most unexpected of ways. Or, the one where Bucky is a smooth celebrity, right up until Steve the snarky photographer shows up, and Bucky's whole world gets blown to pieces.

Walls Come Tumbling Down (ao3) - lambchop33 steve/bucky E, 74k

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a successful contractor with an unsuccessful dating history. His boyfriend of many years cheated on him, and he's determined not to repeat that mistake. Enter Steve Rogers, the gorgeous neighbor he discovers in his new apartment building. Companion piece to The Match Game, told from Bucky's point of view, from the beginning. And in the beginning, the thoughts inside Bucky's head are radically different from those inside Steve's head, save for one thing. Bucky thinks Steve is hot, so he's got that going for him. But at this stage, that's all he's got.

Your Highness (ao3) - the_irish_mayhem jane/thor, clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: Jane wants something in bed and Thor is more than happy to oblige.

Z to A (ao3) - memoriaeterna wanda/vision, pepper/tony T, 88k

Summary: The moment of disorientation was nothing compared to the next thing he saw. He was standing in the midst of an airport, looking directly at a girl with the familiar red leather coat. The mutual recognition was instant. Leipzig. Or, Peter and Wanda sent back in time to stop the inevitable. Good news: they are not alone. Bad news: who and from when.

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band bb 【ep 2】

♢ characters: koga, yuuta, ibara

♢ season: winter

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〈 The next day 〉

Koga: Man, I stayed in here for too long. I wasn't plannin' on buy anythin' but they kept bringin' new guitars to me. Damn shopkeeper… Now I wanna buy one.

Well whatever, doesn't matter. 'M in a good mood now ♪

(Never would'a thought I'd get my hands on that discontinued score print. Had given up on it for a while. I was also able t' get that tailpiece I 'been wantin' for a while now. Thank fuck it was in stock.)

(They were all sold out when I came last time. Ended up bein' a fuckin' waste of time.)

(Guess I could avoid worryin' about items bein' sold out by buyin' them online but…)

(I need'a touch the actual thing myself before buyin' it. That way I can feel some sort'a connection with it, or somethin'.)

(Tch… Pisses me off when a shopkeeper tries t' force me into buyin' his shit, but…)

Well, I'm takin' care of a bunch'a stuff. Guess I'll stop relyin' on the internet 'n help with small shops' sales.

--Hn? Eh? That closed building, that's-- Hey, wasn't it a live music club? I remember some of the juniors used to play there.

Err.. There's a bar sign there 'n a convenience store over there. Guess I was right.

The fuck. Did it really shutdown…?

Well, now that I'm lookin' at it closer, some other shops have changed too.

The live music club's gone. The convenience store was replaced by somethin' else, 'n the rest are abandoned buildings.

Tch. That means the story I've heard was true…

That project of creatin' a "music district" put that music club 'n other music shops in a difficult situation.

It was already hard enough, but then ES was created 'n that was the breaking point.

Damn it. I wish I could do somethin', but there's nothin' I can do anyway.

Man, that fuckin' sucks…

Ibara: --Excuse me? Absolutely not.

Yuuta: What? Why not!?

Ibara: What do you mean, "why not"? You should be wondering why you even thought you'd get permission to do that in the first place.

Yuuta: W- Well, because this is out of my working hours and… It'd be a way for me to repay the people who've helped me for free in the past…

Ibara: …You've got to be kidding. Okay, listen up.

Surely that matter is personal.

But as long as you belong in this agency, your popularity, skills, appearances and such… They're all the agency's properties.

This matter being private isn't an excuse to handle it for free.

Are you saying you wouldn't mind disgracing the sponsors' value and huge money compensations towards idols? You're--

Yuuta: Ugh.. T- that's..--

(That may be true, but..! Handling it for free… What the hell does that mean!? No need to be so stuck up--And even so, I'm not some kind of object!)

Ibara: You look dissatisfied.

Well, I don't want to hear you complain anyway.

You should be happy with belonging to an agency offering so many merits in many situations.

Yuuta: …merits?

Ibara: Yes. Merits.

Ibara: Why do you think you keep getting job offers after job offers?

That's simple. The agency sells you to business offers, and that's how you obtain jobs afterwards.

Yuuta: Ugh…

Ibara: You get to work freely without having to worry about a single thing. Know why?

That's right; Someone else is doing all the hard work for you.

Yuuta: ..Hgrn…

Ibara: How is it that you're never exposed to society's ill will, hm?

Maybe because the company protects idols from any kind of danger.

Yuuta: ……

Ibara: It's unacceptable for someone in your position to think only of their own selfish wishes.

Besides, an agency can't just stand there and watch its idols getting exploited in any way.

Yuuta: That's…! This isn't some kind of one-sided exploitation!

I was just asked to come back for old time's sake… You don't have to be so harsh!

Ibara: Clearly, that is one-sided exploitation.

There are plenty places that would love to make use of a celebrity's popularity for their own benefit. They'll throw you away once you're not needed anymore.

Can you even differentiate what's acceptable and what isn't? Can you explain that this is a distinction and not a discrimination?

Furthermore. Instead of focusing so much on such a fruitless job, you should work harder on actual jobs that'll bring actual money.

Trust me, it's the only way you'll be able to grow and build your future. That's how it works in this industry.

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Arson's lore/backstory

As someone who never knew much about it's childhood if you ask it to retell some childhood stories it would most likely be from when it was 10-14. The truth is that it was {abandoned} and labelled as an anomaly due to the fact that it had cat features and developed extremely early on in life. At the age of 5 it was taken in by an inkling on the luxurious side of inkopolis. It was never given a real name but due to the fact that her skin could set a small fire out of paper if it even touched a stack of paper, it was given the nickname "Arson" after reaching the legal requirements for jobs around inkopolis it became quite a target for people who wanted there enemies to suffer. As for some reason it was well known that she had anomalous "powers" , it started to run a side hustle of using the money of those so desperate for their enemies to suffer. The way it would work the payments was : pay 100 G for the initial service and then 20 G for the amount of hours the fire would burn out. Somehow it had never been suspected for these acts of arson. This may have been that she was a "loner" and never hung out in really populated arias where this service could make them rich. this didn't work all the time. It had been interviewed countless times by the time any roomers start to spread about it. Most about it's ability to set fire to anything that they touch and their background.

{abandoned}: it is suspected to have amnesia. This is due to the fact that it cant remember anything until it was 10. Which is extremely unusual for any child. "All I remember was waking up in the woods and being covered in all sorts of religious clothes. it was weird. I had a HUGE mark on my back. Also, it felt like it was about late autumn early winter, I think? I don't know. It was YEARS ago"

Edit (this is just an update to the lore): this paragraph was written from Arson's perspective. Glossing over anything that involves dates or conflicts. Truth is that it was a good formerly going by Armine (the god of fire mischief and violence/wars. And a few years before the end of the Great Turf War (I think it would have gone on for at least 10-12 years) Armine was banished for 500 years. Mainly due to what it represented (this happened with the god of death and sorrow (Reaper) and no it didn't work) so why did this happen? It's sister was absolutely done with it from day one and wanted any excuse to get rid of Armine, the war was that excuse.

ngl I'm really confused why these blogs get way less likes than my art. But if you got this far thanks for reading my little random about my first deity OC!

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hi hiiii !!! i’m here for some kuroada lore please and thank u :3 !!

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

✨ share something random from the pining stage!

💘 (if applicable) what moment made them realize they were in love with you?

aimsie my love, hello!!! finally getting around to answering these despite my criminal course load rn (⊙ ֊ ⊙)👍<- my eye twitching fr

under the cut bc these may be a bit lengthy,,,whoopsies (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

i can't really speak for him but i'm more spacey as a person i think, so i am the daydreamer... drifting off in class because he answered a question and now i'm thinking about how his voice sounds... drifting off during practice watching him hit balls and now i'm thinking about his big, long fingers... it's a wonder i got anything done honestly

but while i am resident daydreamer, he is resident nightdreamer hehe like sure he had more important things during the day (cmon tetsu what could possibly be more important than me 🙄), but when he'd lay awake in bed at night with nothing else to occupy his mind i would tiptoe into his brain and wreak some havoc indeed... he's lucky he only snores and doesn't sleep talk tehehehe

✨ share something random from the pining stage!

there was one time during the winter that he left the house underdressed and i offered him my scarf lol so he was just walking thru the city with my very ornate, very feminine, red scarf around his neck... me secretly playing the long game and training him for when he is my bf and will have to hold all my sparkly bags teehee

he offered to return it at the end of the day but he still had to walk from my house to his, so i told him to just give it back to me later tehe he was secretly very glad bc it hung over the back of his door and for the next few days his room smelled faintly of my perfume <3

💘 (if applicable) what moment made them realize they were in love with you?

i also i touched on it in this other ask game a while back, but he came over one time because he said he had to ask me about smth from class, so i took him up to my room (to study, duh) and then left him there for a minute while i got us snacks and/or tea

his basal instinct to collect gossip and secrets is far too strong i swear lmao bc when i got back he was staring at my laptop that i'd forgotten i'd left open with a tab containing a flight back home (for the holidays, duh)

and he had to be allll dramatic about it 🙄🙄 banging on about "how could you desert me," and "were you gonna say something or did you just plan to disappear" girl come on lmao. bet u felt real silly once i explained myself

he excused himself rather quickly after that and i never did find out whatever it was he meant to ask me in the first place... but once he was home and doing some nightdreaming he realised maybe it's a liiiittle bit more serious than a crush if the thought of them leaving makes you feel viscerally ill HAHAHA

quick edit: there is additional lore to this last bit in another ask if u wish to take a peek

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Bailey Richard - [☃️] our muses build a snowman together

| SEND AN EMOJI FOR A STARTER ! ↳ winter season & holiday based [part 2]

Richard was pretty happy with himself, even twirling the pen in his hand between his fingers. It always felt so good to get a task completed. Narrow the length of his list even if some people liked to test out the bed in their suite first. Was Richard hit with even the slightest touch of embarrassment on having to literally force Bailey out of the room by throwing them over his shoulder to just to get them out of the room? Maybe if it was the first time he ever had to do that he might. But sadly it wasn't.

Didn't matter still they got everything handled and settled Buddy was set up for anything they found interesting listed for the kid's to do even some family stuff was involved, and they had rentals settled even it truly was such a relief. Richard could feel the mental to do list in his mind getting everything checked off one by one and no offense Bailey sometimes it rivaled the feeling of getting off. Richard felt content as he and his little family were still going about the resort checking it out now, more the outside if anything. It was such a nice sight after all. Even with the bitter cold. Least Buddy seemed pretty content at the moment.

Richard looked over to Bailey a moment, as he poked their forehead with the very pen he got to use to sign all the different papers and forms required to get things in order. "I told you I would do it don't act like you don't enjoy how easily I can throw you over my shoulder, I know you love that." Richard states before he pocketed the pen away finally. "Besides it was starting to eat away at me, in the back of my mind I just knew I had things to do and not getting them done wasn't helping me in the slightest bit at all. Even when Buddy and I explored the suite it was nagging away at me." Richard openly complained about.

Richard sure Bailey isn't even phased much by that, he knows how much of a busy body Richard could be. "Thought that reminds me we should find out about when the restaurants here open in general and when they sever breakfast and such, were going to need to make sure the food offered won't be any issue as well- Stop giving me that look Chickadee, I can feel you're eyes I swear!" Richard was quick to changed the subject as he looked back towards his husband. Taking in that annoying, cute yes, but annoying little smug smirk on their beak right now. They went through this anytime the family went out for a vacation. Richard may leave work at home. (okay hardly he always found a way to work and Bailey was excused to scold for once.) But he always found a way to still in a sense work.

Hurry up and relax was always his way on their vacations. Richard didn't care what anyone said. Vacations felt like so much more work to him. Did remind him of his and Buddy's conversation eailer though as he looked back to Bailey and offered a shrug of his shoulders. "You know I don't know how to relax, I hate not having something to do. Free time in truth? It stresses me out more than any issue at work could." Besides, Richard's been trying to be more transparent with his husband which is why je was telling them right now. " I know I know vacations are meant to not had work involved I just feel.." He pauses trying to think of a good word but only one kept repeating in his skull. The voice not belonging to himself. Which explains the faint need to flinch when he heard it echo in his thoughts.

"Like a faliure?" He states still. Simply offering a shrug if his shoulders after not to concerned himself how that sounded. It was clear where that came from. "I just like having something to do, maybe I need something to do?" The thought hadn't occurred to him before but no that made a lot of sense at the same time.

Well he didn't know how Bailey would take Richard own words just now. Well short of defending Richard that is. He did at least offer something Richard could do. Attetion shifted over to Buddy, who they walking out to join in some snowman building event the ski lodge was holding at the time. Richard quirked his beak a little having a cule to the roosters idea. "I'm not building a snowman, that's childish." Said the same bird guilty of building their son a whole bug Cummings in the backyard. When it was pointed out he wanted something to do he regert voicing any of that now.

"Fine fine, let's go building a snowman like a cheap cheesy starducks holiday commerical." He wasn't even trying to hide his eye rool as he walked over with Bailey to join with thiwr son at the spot he was given to work on his snowman. Richard took a second to look at what they had to work with. Snow of course, but they did give Buddy clothing for the snowman, rocks and buttons for eyes sticks of course and even some snowmarkers. "Fine but if I'm doing this, we need to set this up right." And there was the busy body side if the egeals shining through once again. "We need a based the snow man first so we don't make them top heavey. So Bailey start on that." The lack of any affectionate name shouldn't be lost on the roster nor throwing them in to help as well. "Your tje expect on being childish after all so go ahead enlighten me on the fact." Smirking playfully to his husband. In other words I gotta do this you gotta do this too.

Beaide could either of them really turn down a chance todo something fun with thier son?

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Some Updates

Hi again. I’m sure a lot of you thought I was never coming back. I’ve only been entirely silent on the posting front since May. This was me partially needing a break and general lack of enthusiasm for my projects, and a lot the realization that my fic Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes really wasn’t working. 

First, though I’d like to thank everyone that continues to follow this blog even though I’m sporadic at best with my writing and posting. Your continued following means a lot to me and while I’m a few days late for thankful and grateful messages I want you to know that I wouldn’t still be writing and posting without you. I’d probably just leave it all on my hard drive to rot and pull it out occasionally for nostalgia. Thank you for reading and liking my works and if you leave comments on them on AO3 that means the world to me too. Thank you so much all of you.

Secondly, I’ve since deleted the posts for Dum-e No, Dum-e Yes here on Tumblr and pulled it down from AO3 until such a time I can figure out how to make it better and more consistent and Darcy less of a selfish brat as many readers pointed out that’s exactly how she was behaving. Sorry if you’ve been trying to get back to that fic and got errors.

Some good news I have been writing. In 2018 I started a fic called Three-Legged Race and haven’t updated it since January 2019. I’m hoping once 2020 starts that will change as I’ve put some serious time in on it this November as part of NaNoWriMo. It’s about 1/3 done and I’m hoping to at least hit 1/2 before NaNo closes. I’m not holding my breath though given midnight is fourteen hours away and I can’t devote all of them to writing. Either way, there is progress being made on the fic and I’m hoping that I’ll continue writing through December. 

And Christmas is coming and winter while not my favorite season is one I consider particularly magical (it’s the snow and my families love for fires in the fireplace and drinking hot chocolate). So while I might not finish Three-Legged Race today I might eke out some time for winter one-shots. Now I just need the first snowfall to really complete the sense of magic and wonder.

Thank you for sticking it out with me and being supportive,

Kit

[juanarc-thethird]

How would Yang and Winter explain to Ruby and Weiss that they are both with Jaune? And how would the younger sister respond to that?

In a living room, Yang and Winter are sitting on a couch, ready to make an announcement to their sisters. Her sisters are sitting on the other side of them and each one is sitting in her own chair.

Yang: Ruby

Winter: Weiss

Yang: We are calling you here today because we have something to announce to you.

Winter: It's about our love life.

Weiss: *surprised* You two are dating!

Ruby: *Smiles* Oh I can't believe it!

Yang: No we are not, well partly yes, but it's not just us two dating.

Weiss: What do you mean?

Winter: Let me show you. *She glances back toward a door* You may come in!

Jaune: Excuse me.

Jaune opens the door and sits between Yang and Winter.

Weiss: Wait, don't tell me that-

Ruby: You guys are dating jaune!!!!!

Yang: *Hugs his arm* Yep

Winter: *Hugs his other arm* Affirmative.

Weiss: Wha-! When, Why, How?!!

Winter: Well, I think that's very easy to explain. *To yang* Do you want to start or should I go first?

Yang: I go first. You see Ruby, it all started when Beacon fell. You wanted to go save the world, but I stayed home depressed. I should have gone with you, but I didn't. Then when I saw you in Mistral and you told me your stories of your trip, that made me notice Jaune. He being the weakest of our group followed you all the way. He had the courage that I and the rest of our team don't have to follow you into the unknown. He protected you, motivated you, and even helped our uncle when he was hurt. How can I not fall in love with someone like that?

Ruby: Well, if you put it like that...

Yang: Also look at those muscles, so big and strong. And his hands, oh god, his hands are big and manly. Every time he-

Jaune: *Blushing and tries to look serious.* Yang, I think that is too much information for them.

Yang: Oops, sorry.

Winter: Well leaving that aside. In my case, it was the same. Weiss, when you got here I was surprised. I didn't think that you would be able to leave everything behind and face anyone who is in your way. But that's my fault, for me you've always been my little sister. You have grown up so much.

Weiss: *Smiles* Thank you, Winter.

Winter: And when you told me about your adventures, I realized that you are capable of much more. But even knowing this, that didn't stop me from worrying about you. When you told me that you almost died at the hands of Cinder, I wondered "How many times was my sister in a situation so close to death?" That scared me. But then you told me how you survived. Jaune used her semblance to heal such a serious wound. He saved your life and he gave me more time to spend with you. After that I began to observe him and I noticed that he is an excellent leader and a great friend. He always takes care of the weak and goes out of his way to be stronger so he can help you. A man with that heart is hard to find. So I took a leap of faith and fell in love with him.

Weiss: Winter, I didn't know you felt this way.

Winter: And I agree with Yang. He is so hot, every time I see his chest exposed, I just want to throw him on the bed and-

Jaune: *Blushing* Winter, please behave.

Winter: Yes Daddy~

Weiss: Daddy?!

Ruby: Ok, but that doesn't explain why you two date him at the same time.

Yang: *Blushing* Well, is a funny story.

Winter: *Blushing* Indeed. You see, when I watched him I realized that Yang was also interested in Jaune. So I got more aggressive.

Yang: And then I realize how aggressive she was flirting with my Jaune, so I started doing the same

Winter: We did many things to get our Jaune's attention.

Weiss: Like what?

Yang: A touch of leg here, showing a nipple there.

Weiss: Winter, tell me you didn't do such indecent things.

Winter: I didn't do those things.

Weiss: Thank god.

Winter: I let him feel my ass at our workouts.

Weiss: *Covering her face in embarrassment* Oh my Oum.

Ruby: So then what happen?

Yang: Well I decided to put all my cards on the table, and I took a risk.

Ruby: What did you do?

Yang: I paid a night visit to Jaune.

Weiss: How indecent!

Yang: But I wasn't the only one with that idea. Winter appeared at the same time.

Winter: The two of us, after seeing each other outside her door, started fighting.

Yang: Jaune then shows up and stops us. He let us into our room and asked why we fight

Winter: So I, well, the two of us used that opportunity to tell him that we're in love with him and ask him who he would pick.

Weiss: *To Jaune* And you said you'd take them both?! You're disgusting!

Jaune: I actually turned them both down.

Weiss: What?!

Ruby: Why?

Jaune: After what happened to Pyrrha, I was scared to approach another woman and see the same thing happen to her. I don't know what I would do if that happened. Also, they are good friends of mine and I didn't want to lose that. It was complicated for me.

Winter: Yang and I, hearing that, took a look at each other and at that moment we realized. Jaune deserves to be happy.

Yang: That night, we both decided to go out with him.

Jaune: I tried to refuse, but…

Winter: ..But we didn't take no for an answer.

Yang: Once in bed, we were very convincing~

Winter: It was an exciting night~

Jaune: *Blushing* Please, stop.

Winter: I love it when you blush.

Yang: You look so cute.

Weiss: I can not believe it?! This is so-!

Jaune: Weiss, I understand how you feel. I know it's unusual, but I want you to know that I love Winter and Yang with all my heart. I would never do anything to hurt them, and I promise you in the name of the Arc family, that I will never stop loving them and protecting them.

Ruby: You love them that much?

Jaune: Yes

Ruby: *Smiles* I see. I wish you guys happiness.

Yang: *Happy* So you accept our relationship?!

Ruby: Yes I do.

Winter: Weiss, what about you? Do you accept our relationship?

Weiss: I... I... *Looks at Jaune* If you hurt my sister, I'll throw you to the Grim!

Jaune: Yes ma'am!

Winter: *smiles* Thanks Weiss. You have no idea how much your approval means to me.

Weiss: *Blushing* Whatever.

Yang: Well, since this came to light. Jaune, Winter, and I have a date at a new restaurant in town. So see ya.

The trio gets up and leaves the room.

Weiss: You know Ruby, you were very calm for most of the conversation. You behaved very mature, not like me. How embarrassing. Do you want to go get something to eat?

Silence~

Weiss: Ruby? Did you hear me?

Ruby: FUCK!!!!

Weiss: Ruby?!

Ruby: Why did it take me so long to tell Jaune how I feel?! Why didn't I listen to Nora!! Now Winter and Yang are enjoying his sexy body! No, I won't let it end here! If he was able to accepted both of them. One more person would not make much difference, right?

Weiss: Ruby you're scaring me.

Ruby: Just wait Jaune, I will become your woman. *Evil laugh* HAHAHA!!!

Ruby then uses her semblance to get out of the room.

Weiss: I need to lie down.