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alwayslookingforthose · 2 months ago

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If they didn't plan to do it from the start, that's fine. But oh BOY do you love to see it when dreams come true.

The resulting relationship between a Lord and his knight ends up in a painstakingly slow burn that means death if it were ever to be uncovered. Loose, yet deadly as their daily extremes of battle, they find genuine comfort within one another.

I love how they handled Hans and Henry's romance scene. It's more realistic than the usual schebang that Henry runs into. Do something for this maiden, charm her with your passing kindness + the swankiest shoes, bada-bing bada-boom y'all bang. The usual is so much more casual, much more free and treated with much more normality than what we see between Henry and Hans.

Spoilers below cut (oopsie I need to RANT about it)

It starts with their parting. Henry has signed up for the aforementioned "suicide mission" (thanks Katherine) and he's off to say goodbye to his friends. Real emotional. Katherine lovingly threatens the man, emotional like how all women depicted in game are allowed to be.

Then Henry's off to see Hans.

A dark night, a cozy bedroom with the crackling of fire. Hans sits in the room alone, watching the fire, thinking. Henry joins him to tell the news.

Hans is anxious about it and confides in Henry about his hushed thoughts. Well, except he can't really tell his feelings as a young budding lord and especially as a god loving man. He was taught to double-speak and hide his feelings in metaphors like all nobility.

Hans says. "you see, once I heard a French minstral tell a tale about two knights."

I don't know about y'all but this sentence preludes and hints to the whole queer portrayal of his feelings. You know what they say about the french! And a minstral? They're known to be proactive at worst of times and sinners at the worst! And we'll know about the two knights' relative analogies, Hans and Henry, as Hans tells the story.

But before Hans goes on to tell the story, the player is given four options.

"Why are you telling me this?" Henry's voice actor delivers this as though he doesn't know what Hans is up to now. Hans gets a bit frustrated but carries on, stating outright that there's something in this story that he can't put to words himself.

"What were the knights' names?" Genuine curiosity. Hans is much more responsive to this option, but maybe a little more annoyed that Henry was beating him to the punch.

"The black knight?" Something that Henry may not have come across before. And a great segway into the story with Hans' whole feelings deal. This gives the player more medieval lore.

"I don't have time for this." A genuine disinterest in long-winded Hans shenanigans. This option is also the option to opt out for the player if they themselves sense the vibes and aren't interested in a m/m pairing (cowards.)

Hans tells the story and Henry listens tentatively, gazing back to the fire. The two are sat next to each other, Henry's face ticking in a close-up in recognition of the similarity between the nights in the story and he and Hans. The camera lands on the fire, sitting there for a second as though it were a hint towards passion.

The camera wide shots back to the two men as three prompts present themselves to the player.

"They seem a lot like us." Henry acknowledging that there's something there. He's there for friendly and malleable input to his friends' struggle. Also playing a little dumb as Hans responds to it in a condescending yet reassuring 'thats why i brought it up.'

"How does their story end?" Henry wanting to see how the story goes, effectively letting Hans take his moment to shine. To take the emotional reigns of his emotional constipation by himself.

"I should go." An option that has come up before in the women's advances dialogues to opt out of any sort of sex. A more obvious exit-stage for the player.

Hans inches through the story, ending in an exasperated why can't I save you once for a change!

Then the player is given the three reassurance options. And all of them are player initiated!!

"I'll manage it, Don't worry." Placing the hope onto himself, Henry comforts Hans in a friendly manner. Hopefully Hans sees it that way too.

Then there's a more cold and distant friend option, "You'll manage here by yourself." Henry knows that Hans isn't useless, he's just stubborn. Probably because Hans' cocky ass knows Henry's there for him all the time, there coddling that bad habit of his. Henry has hopes in Hans for him to emotionally take care of himself. That's not what helps Hans in this situation, however. Realistically he would fall into alcoholism, as most people did back in the 1400s. As I know it, there wasn't much else to do to cope, really.

And then there's the romantic option. "(Kiss him.)"

Kiss him. Kiss Hans. Henry was just told by his lord, his friend, his comrade, his matching knightly pair, in an emotionally bleary tone "If anything happens to you then ... Then... Why the hell can't I save you once for a change. "

It's much less stern than what Henry had encountered with in Katherine. It's much less hostile at Henry and more aimed at himself. Henry knows Hans to not be the type of person to self-deprecate. Hans is cocksure and haughty. This was a man who was frustrated with how things turned out, confiding in the man who was making him so. This fact appeals to Henry in such a way that he wants to kiss Hans.

Henry turns his head to look at Hans, the camera cutting the fire once more, before cutting back to Hans turning to face Henry. The scenes a little janky, the screen popping to black before loading in the next part of the scene. (My thoughts is that the romance was going to be treated much more casually than what's actually presented but you never know. It could just be an asset load.)

Hans looks like he's beating himself up, cowered into himself a little bit. Perhaps he was expecting Henry to be mad at him, or to put on a friendly jabbing. But Henry doesn't do that, understanding that Hans is worried and in distress.

"I'll be back." A firm and warm tone, Henry punching in the fact to Hans by putting his hand over balled up fist on his knee. Henry gives a much more kinder tone, one filled with reassurance and warmth. "I promise you."

The camera pans for a closer look upon their hands, and then onto Hans' meek smile, and then Henry's getting up. He thinks the emotional moment is over. Henry then brings up the solid plan he has, but Hans had realized his intention has flown over Henry's head. Hans is desperate, knowing that there was a possibility that Henry might not make it back, that Hans would lose his friend forever, Hans rushes to throw what he meant right into Henry's face. Well, onto it. Hans is frantic and grabs onto Henry and kisses him.

It's a passionate scene. A gasp of surprised breathe, a whimper of uncertainty. A moment of Henry's two braincells rubbing together and Henry has to unstick himself from Hans, pushing him away.

There, in the middle of the room, Henry stands much more confused. Henry knows Hans to be a womanizer, that he really only went after woman.

Over his shoulder, Hans stands there like the saddest most drenched puppy that you've ever seen. Practically shaking like "oh I messed up."

The air is so thick it's almost embarrassing. For Hans, it is. He rushes to busy himself, to pretend that it never happened. He puts more logs on the flickering fire. Hopefully to revive the boundary line he broke, apologizing over and over almost in tears. Emotionally, he is not well - a one two punch in the reactionary feelings sector of his brain. He stands there with his hands on his mouth, almost like he couldn't believe that he kissed his best friend. His bodyguard. His lesser. I could practically see the cogs trying to rewire his brain to what just happened.

Henry, on the flip side, stands there in shock. Literally, his jaw is open and his brows are furrowed in confusion as he turns his back to his friend. His lord. Hans kissed him first? Hans stopped him with a kiss? He never seemed the type. (Literally, this wouldn't have happened if the player chose either of the other options. Hans only kisses Henry if the player initiates this one dialogue choice. Otherwise it's a platonic bro moment.)

Henry's not entirely aghast, as he's struggling to leave the room. If it were anyone else, I'm sure that Henry would've stormed out or corrected the man who attempted to kiss him. One step, then a few more, and then when Henry's at the door he realizes that it's Hans. Henry was going to kiss him anyway. At some point. Why not take the chance.

Henry then locks the door, and turns back to Hans, whose attention is still clutched to that fire. He rushes him, and pulls him just as Hans did moments before. Effectively jumping him.

The fire crackles louder, the tinder clattering on the floor, a gasping breath through the nose. It's nothing but the dead quiet of the night and the passionate fire of blaze. Henry's the one to tug Hans to the bed, Henry's the one to take charge and pin Hans down. Henry's also probably the one to get them both naked. More than enough of a sign to Hans that Hans didn't make a mistake. It's just that Henry was caught off guard.

The camera pans to the fire in a sort of final reassurance. It's also a sign that their romantic moment will mellow out once it has run it's course. But you know what's the best thing about fires? They could always be relit.

AND UUUGGHH WHAT ELSE CAN I SAY ABOUT MEDIEVAL GAY KNIGHTS.

#hansry #kcd2 #im always feral for medieval gay knights #i read a medieval fantasy book about gay knights once and it forever altered my brain chemistry #ive been chasing that high ever since i finished the series

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 2 months ago

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The Dark Knight

For anon R (not putting your name here for internet safety) who wants to comfort Richard. Ngl it turned out different and one day I might make this a mini-chapter fic but... -looks at my other wips- haha sweats

Rated T | Warnings: none

The worst of it has passed, now only time can tell if the Red Knight will wake up. The other knights have left to retire for the knight, there is nothing they can do but… Leaving Mordred alone in his chambers after all those healers were in there trying to mend his wounds.

The silver knight did not offer you words of concern; nor did her wizard, Merlin, before leaving. Only the Drunken Knight, Agravain, remained by your side comforting you as best as he could— Sober too as he could not drink while his brother was fighting the dark poison from the claws of the beast they encountered.

“Dark Knight… (Name), please, you should rest.”

“No, I can't leave him.” You sound different. There is no coldness or monotone tone in your voice; it is shaken by fear. So you do care?

“... Alright… I will be outside. Wake me if there are any changes.” The blonde pets your shoulder, his single golden brown eye is gently looking at you. He is the only one who… Cares about Mordred, kin before brother-in-arms. You nod before he leaves you in the room.

There is no way the fever will break on its own, the dark magic used to create the beast was not made by the mage master, no, someone stronger than the mage they found— And put to the sword— Created that beast. Claws to pierce armor and poison flesh. You watch as the Red Knight struggles to breathe, sweating, head moving slightly as he is likely in the realm of dreams. Unpleasant dreams, the fae Dreamweavers must be struggling to ease him.

You slowly stand up, removing your armor that completely hides your identity from the others. Stripping yourself down to your tunic and trousers, you take deep breaths in and out.

You touch your heart and begin pulling out the dark power, it feeds on your pain— And your love. The others assume you, an oathbreaker and dark knight, your power is black magic, they are narrow-minded and will never understand the truth of the path you took.

It was your master, the dark power bringing to life your inner pain and love, that guided you. Your companion, you need it to help you save Mordred.

The dark magic becomes an orb of black, blues, and red; you wobble as it is a piece of you… You are going to save him but weaken yourself temporarily to do so.

When morning comes, the Drunken Knight awakes to himself being in the room and his body on the chair. He is confused as he swore he was sleeping inside— Wait, where are you!? Agravain gets up but Mordred grabs his hand, his brother breathing hard and holding his heart.

“It… Weighs…” It never has weight, he feels pain but he feels love… He has never felt the latter before!

“Your eye.” The blonde sits back in the chair to see the usual red and gold eyes, one has changed to a dark black with hints of purple. “It is… Dark.” The more he looks the more he realizes it looks like…

“Where is Sir (Name),” Mordred asks with a tight grip switching from hand to the forearm, “Where is the Dark Knight?”

“I… Brother, I do not know. They were here last night, and they aren't now. I just awoke.”

Mordred lets out a voice of frustration as tries to use his brother to get up from the bed.

“Sir Mordred!” The other knights and the king with her wizard enter last. The very sober Drunken Knight helps his brother sit up in the bed.

“They saved you.” Says the wizard, “You now share the weight of the shadowbringer.” Indifferent as usual in his tone.

“... It seems the fates favor you, Sir Mordred.” The silver knight, King of Knights, speaks, “I am grateful for your survival and hope your recovery is quick. We have found the true villain who had believed himself clever.”

No one is mentioning you. Both brothers are not happy about that.

“Thank you, my king.”

Where did you go?

Gawain, a man with dark skin and the second strongest knight— He is only second to the knight in his strength and compassion— Speaks when everyone leaves but the brothers. “The Dark Knight gave the King an earful this morning. They are currently outside in the training yard, they seem to be in a mood.”

“Thank God, I thought they ran off again.” Agravain honestly does hate how you come and go as you please, though you swore no oath or kneel to the King of Knights, you should at least say goodbye!

“I want to see them.” Mordred groans as he tries to get up.

“No, no, you need to rest, Mordred. They said they will remain until you have recovered.” Gawain says, “I must go, please rest and recover soon, brother” The last knight leaves and closes the door behind him.

Mordred scowls as cannot move with fatigue taking his strength, his brother places a hand over his shoulder causing him to look up.

“They are not leaving this time,” There is a creeping smile on his face, a mutual feeling of joy between them as you will not slip away into the night again, “Rest, we now have time before seeing the Dark Knight.”

#idv #anon ask #identity v x reader #reader insert #idv x reader #identity v x you #identity v #idv x you #florian brand #richard sterling #knight x reader #fire investigator #fire investigator x reader #knight x you #fire investigator x you #florian brand x you #florian brand x reader #richard sterling x you #richard sterling x reader

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yandere-fics · 9 months ago

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♡ Dark AU Runa ♡

(Once again, incest time. You know the drill people. Also cannibalism.)

Soulmates where amongst one of the most sacred concepts for the elves, along with don't live where the dead rest, sending their bodies to the human villages to be entombed in the crypts, for entirely practical reasons, they weren't sure where monsters came from only the supernaturals and monsters were related and so bodies were sent where the elves could keep an eye out just in case but not so close that they would have to be near the crypt. That's why you were sure the other elves would forgive you for keeping your soulmate dreams hidden from those around you, they'd surely be okay with you never going to your soulmate if they were aware your soulmate lived in a crypt. Your older sister, banished from the community and sent to live in the crypts for murdering your mother for not allowing her to see you, when you heard the story at first it had seemed like an overreaction, but then you had your soulmate dream and you finally discovered why her reaction had been so aggressive. Luckily she had also never told anyone why she'd done it, otherwise they might have sent you to the crypts along with her. For this small thing at least, you were grateful, that still didn't exactly solve the gross feeling you got every time you dreamt as you watched your soulmate tend the bodies before turning around to look at her, her face disgusting and decayed, you almost assumed she had just always looked like that. There was no fucking way you would ever enter the crypt, hopefully if you just never entered it then your dream wouldn't come true.

Or so you had said but here you were, entering the disgusting crypt, thrown out of your village because they found out you had lied about not having a soulmate dream, and so you were doomed to spend your eternity with the corpses and your long rotting older sister, you weren't sure which part of it was worse if you were being honest. You had no choice to reveal your dreams though, in the last dream you'd seen her eating a corpse! They had to know that their crypt keeper was eating the dead. Turns out they didn't care as long as she stayed down there and left the humans alone. You'd have to break out the next time elves from other villages came past, surely they would punish your village leaders for being okay with the cannibalism.

"Y-you've come for m-me! M-my love is here, I k-knew y-you w-wouldn't just leave me to r-rot down here forever. W-we're soulmates!" Her face had begun to rot, aging and decaying unlike other elves, most likely do to her doing one of the most forbidden acts known to elves, the consumption of corpses, flesh in general was not well received, only consumed amongst the elves of the sea and only ever fresh, rotten decaying meat however was not something any elf consumed unless they wanted their life span to be significantly reduced and their youth to fade away. Best case scenario was becoming extremely ill and needed to recover for a long time, worst case scenario was... you were looking at her. Her body looked relatively intact except for the rotting smell coming off of her until you noticed her hands, the finger replaced with knifes thought those likely could detach otherwise she'd never be able to touch the mate she'd probably been waiting for down here, or maybe she wanted you to fear her for leaving her down here like this, you weren't really sure if she was the vengeful type or the forgiving type, seeing as she killed your mother for separating the both of you, you imagined she leaned towards the former.

"C-come, I p-prepare a bed for us, I h-haven't slept on it y-yet. I was w-waiting for you." The mattress had been here a very long time, perhaps it was brand new at one point but now it was disgusting like water had dripped onto it and dried a million times over, with a thin blanket to keep the both of you warm at night but that too looked old, with white patches on it that had dried and she had only barely attempted to wash, you really didn't want to know what she did with that blanket. Maybe if you complained the elves would bring your bed and blanket from your old room, you doubted it though, they'd probably already gotten rid of your stuff for being a traitor and hiding from your mate. Making sure you had nothing to return to except your crypt with your sister. You were sure even an actual coffin had to be better than whatever this was.

"Disgusting." You said it without even really meaning to, but it didn't matter, Runa had been on top of you in a second, pining you to the bed, her knife fingers narrowly avoiding cutting into you, she still had some restraint, if you weren't careful though, that restraint would very easily break.

"I-it would h-have looked b-better if you'd b-been here s-sooner. I w-wanted to m-make it nicer b-but you l-let me be down here a-alone! B-but it's o-okay now c-cause you're here and y-you've learned your lesson right? Y-you won't be a b-bitch to your sister again!" She hopped off of you, convincing herself of her own words somehow, leaving you to shake on the mattress as she skittered off somewhere, most likely to find food, definitely corpse meat. You now realized it was very likely that was what you'd be eating from now on, it was either eat corpses and do things with your own sister on her crusty bed every night or make a break for it and get killed by her or the monsters in the forest, you preferred death so despite how much you were shaking you ran to try to find the exit to the catacombs before once again being tackled by an angry Runa.

"W-why a-are you acting like y-you d-don't love me, w-what did I d-do wrong?!?" She grabbed your wrist, dragging you back to the bed, tossing you at it as she started to break the pillars and walls around you in a fit of rage, exposing the dirt and only making it an even worse place to live.

"I don't want to eat dead bodies!"

"O-oh, y-you thought I'd make you eat the r-rotten stuff didn't you? D-don't worry, I'll save the fresh meat for my baby s-sister. There's always m-mushrooms too if y-you need a p-plant. N-now that that's b-been taken care of... tell me you love me." She hopped on the mattress with you in joy, her fingers pawing at your shirt to try to get it off. "P-please s-say it, I d-don't want to be m-mad at my l-love a-again."

"I-I love you." She let out a small giggle as you realized up close just how dead her eyes looked.

"Aww you're s-so g-gross, being in l-love with your s-sister and everything!" Her heads moved to your legs, pinning them apart, her head coming down to sniff your crotch over your pants. "Y-you're not horny y-yet? W-why d-don't you w-want me?! You should w-want me, w-we've been separated f-for so l-long!" She glared up at you, her grip tightening and hers eyes looking like they could just pop out of her head in anger.

"I uh, I'm just hungry!" Her grip released on you and she got up with a giggle.

"Oh! I-I need to f-feed my l-little sister, I'll be back!" And with that she got off of you likely to go find some fresh bits of meat. Hopefully after you ate she'd forget about consummating your love, you weren't sure if you'd be able to fake wanting her.

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #tw.incest #my oc runa

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ppeonppeonhan · 1 year ago

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Songs That Remind Me of BL Characters & Couples

@zimmbzon kindly tagged me in their post, prompting me to share the first ten songs in my On Repeat playlist. Highly recommend checking theirs out, because mine is...rather basic. And becauuuuse it's basic, I'm gonna add another layer to this and tell you which BL character or couple perfectly matches the vibe of each song.

1 | "imperfect for you" by Ariana Grande: This one's off her new "please feel sad for me because even though I'm messy when it comes to love I still have feelings" album. I may have listened to this one "on repeat," because it's just cathartic to two-step to these lyrics: "I'm fucked up / anxious / too much / but I'll love you / like you need me to / imperfect for you." What's that? Self-awareness? Respect. I just know Ming from My Stand-In would have the audacity to sing this to body-swapped Joe.

2 | "Acid Dreams" by MAX and Felly: Could not tell you who either of these people are but this song is a snap-worthy bop that got me feeling myself every time it comes on -- probably because it opens with: "You look so good in a night gown girl / freckles on your face / lemme kiss each one." This was clearly meant for my generation, because there is not a single human under 30 in possession of a night gown. But Khem from Deep Night would 1,000% use this song to charm the pants off of someone.

3 | "Toco Toco To" by Dixson Waz: I'm Dominican. And even though I understand Spanish, I cannot for the life of me tell you what this man is saying, but I can assure you it is inappropriate. Rated NC-17 without a doubt. And for that reason, I'd pair this song with the entire cast of Playboyy -- just casually playing this in the background of one of their random, impromptu, midday sex parties.

4 | "Lie to Me" by Meghan Trainor: Obsessed. Not with her. With her music. She has so many non-butt-related songs that are worth a listen. I truly feel like she's underrated -- on par with Ed Sheeran -- and she doesn't get enough credit for it. In this track, she sings: "I don't want the truth / I want you." That sounds exactly like our lovesick boy Nick in Only Friends, thirsting after anti-monogamy Boston like he didn't know better.

5 | "Jealous" by Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, & Big Sean: While it is true that every single person on this track is problematic, including producer DJ Khaled, the swagger is immaculate. Every time it comes on, I, sincerely, close my eyes and just picture BTS's rap line to cleanse the beat. Not gonna miss out on a banger because men are the worst. Anywayyyy, the most jealous character I can think of is Way from Pit Babe, who tried to r-word his "bestie" because he chose a random nerd over him. He fits in well with these clowns.

6 | "Bounce Back" by Little Mix: The only British pop girl group I've ever intentionally streamed is Spice Girls, but the algorithm clearly thought it meant I'd like this group, and the track that hooked me was one that sampled the iconic Soul II Soul's "Back to Life." Instant replay. Someone I think lives and breathes the mantra "You can have me however you want me / however you need me" is the Sultan of Simp, Karan from Cherry Magic (Thailand). Achi could've asked for a kidney, and he would've delivered. But coming in a close second is obviously Rain from Love in the Air. Payu had to practically beat him off with a stick -- no pun intended.

7 | "Body" by Loud Luxury and Brando: It's the buildup to the chorus for me -- come to find out many listens later that it's about a guy who is begging a girl to sleep with him because he's been "waiting too long." 🙄 This one very obviously goes to Yuan from Unknown, who damn near disintegrated Qian's clothes the minute he saw even the glimmer of a green light. Talk about a slow build.

8 | "Into You" by Fabolous feat. Tamia: Back in 2003, rappers used to drop an R&B hit every now and then to remind women that they were romantics. The gaslight kings of the aughts. So in this track, this duo talks about an inexplicable-but-undeniable connection, which only makes me think of Vegas and Pete from KinnPorsche. Those two needed a PowerPoint presentation to explain to their friends and family how they went from hostage situation to star-crossed lovers. But we got nothing -- just good vibes and patricide.

9 | "i wonder..." by j-hope feat. Jung Kook: Do I miss them? Yes. Will I listen to any BTS track that's easy to Namjoon to? Yes. Now that we got that out of the way: This song is about enjoying the moment and not wasting the good times by dreading the future. And that just screams Be My Favorite to me. Kawi just kept trying to time-travel his way to a hetero fantasy, not realizing his queer happily ever after was standing right in front of him the whole time in the gorgeous form of the eternally patient Pisaeng.

10 | "MY HOUSE" by Beyoncé: Not to bring up BTS again, but 👀...j-hope would body any choreography set to this song. Without breaking a sweat. And mother would be proud. On this track, the Queen B speaks of once dreaming of the wealth, fame, and stability she has now, and making sure to only keep positive people around her, because love heals. Sailom from Dangerous Romance would certainly relate to having similar dreams and beliefs, and effortlessly exudes equally feisty bad bitch energy. I still can't get over how he disarmed his bully (and future love interest), Kanghan, by basically saying, "You clearly like me. Shut up." And saying it with tongue.

That was fun. 🤸🏿‍♂️

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itskindofidontknow · 10 months ago

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What dreams know about love?

Chapter 13

Dream of The Endless/Morpheus x Love!OFC

Summary: The Queen of Love has grown used to the absence of her husband, the Dream King. After banning her from the Dreaming, they only saw each other when Morpheus summoned her for social or marital duties. He would go decades without calling for her, enamorated by a variety of mistresses. It broke Love's heart. Not that her husband cared. However, after being imprisioned for a century, The Dream King wants to regain his Queen's love. She doesn't believe him, not after centuries of neglect. The question is: Can dreams repair a broken heart?

Tag: Established relationship, arranged marriage, regency romance, eventual happy ending, angst, morpheus is a dick prepare to hate, love is eoster from west germanic mythology, typos are to be expected

Ready to see Desire being the worst ever? You deserve prision, but you won’t take time

TW: Sexual content (+18), non-consensual but not from who you think

A burning anguish overwhelmed his chest, his entire body was trembling, and his vision was blurry from tears that kept running over his cheeks and had no intention in stopping, breathing was difficult but he couldn’t stop walking through empty halls. Morpheus' feelings were usually constrict but at this moment it felt like they were filling his chest, leaking from his pores. He supported himself on a corner trying to take a deep breath, wiping the tears with the corner of the trembling hands. Raising his head to try to stop the tears, his eyes seeing his reflection at the mirrored ceiling.

It wasn’t him. It was he who was looking, but the person who looked back wasn't him. The long brown hair in loose braids, the watery green eyes with long lashes, cheeks flushed. But the Dream King didn’t process this. He returned his head back, trying to stabilize himself. It didn’t surprise him the fact that he was wearing a tight corset with a flowy floor length light blue dress with tulle spiked in stardust and heels. Not only did it not strange him, he didn’t notice he was Lady love.

His perception was an unusual one, he was an observer and a character. He was devoid of his feelings and his notions and filled with hers. He saw his wife running through his palace’s halls in distress, he felt that distress, he was walking in her shoes, reacting with her reactions. The abundance of feelings was overwhelming as her thoughts, or his thoughts. It was like a radio out of signal that he was still trying to synchronize . He didn’t know how he got to this place, or what happened, but Love’s body and mind knew, and he couldn’t stop. He tried to end the dream, maybe he somehow invaded it, but he couldn’t. Maybe this was her dream or nightmare, he never visited those personally and did not intended to do it now. This was A True Marriage thing. It was like a movie playing live where no one had the control to pause it. It was already in motion and Morpheus would be part of it whether he wanted it or not.

Love stepped into Dream’s room filled with each of his siblings sigils. She entered without permission, barging desperate, holding Desire’s sigil in her trembling hands “I want to see Desire” She said cleaning with the back of her hands her stained mascara

His devious sibling voice responded as they seemed to already know what it was about, not a bit surprise that it was his brother wife calling through an endless only line “ Well come in”

“ How dare you!” Love angrily steps throwing a pack of letters with a red sealing open at Desire, hundreds of hand written love letters flew spreading across the floor. Desire was notably unworried, languidly laying stretched like a cat “Hello dear sister” . That debauchery always made Morpheus furious, and he felt the same feeling emanating from his wife

“ I trusted you like a dear sibling and you deceived me” Love grinded her teeth, holding a cry, Desire unfazed “You wrote these letters! You pretend to be Dream, you lied to me! Now I am, I am-“ Ruined. That was what the dozens of voices that kicked her head. She did not want to say it out loud, because marriage could not be her ruin, she was the protector of marriages, the lady of love. How could something so dear to her, cause such pain?

Desire pushed their lips into a cheshire malevolent grin, adjusting themselves on the couch, so they could face Love closely, resting their face in their arm “ Did he make you his queen yet? Or is he resisting the charms of having the Virgin Goddess herself warming his bed?” Love taken by a fury unlocked by her sibling-in-law, grabbed them by the throat squeezing tight with nails digging in their skin, a bit of herself was surprised by the violence she never had a tendency of displaying. That Tittle. That was one Love was not called in ages. She dismissed it as a ridiculous one, because she was indeed the protector of fertility, virginity and marriage, but she would not stay untouched for the rest of her existence, it was only until find pure love.

Morpheus felt the painful tension on her back muscles keeping a stiff posture, the sting of her nails digging in the flesh of his sibling. The question lingering in the air, pinching her lower stomach as a reminder of Morpheus not resisting her charm. He made her entirely his, he marked her on the inside, but he did not make her a queen. His own memory or it was hers? The weak whimps and panic filled in doe eyes pleading for gentleness, for sympathy.

All these memories made her squeeze her hand tighter in Desire’s neck. Eoster was tearful but devoid of remorse, of any emotion. ”I should kill you” she considered it loudly, her voice determined. Morpheus would never expect his wife to do such a thing, before, he was certain she would not touch a fly, seeing this side of her, darkness filling her eyes, he was not sure anymore. “Be careful now, sister.” Desire started right back at Eoster, their golden eye pupils were not scared, in fact, they kept smiling, contrasting their lack of air due to Love's iron grip in their neck “Family shall not spill blood of family”.

Love loosened her grip, but did not let go of their neck, she bended over the couch, getting near Desire's face “ You will fix this. You will tell my husband that I was tricked as he was, that it was a vile game of yours and yours alone. Speak the truth for once.” She gave them one more squeeze in their neck, before letting it go, turning her back to her sibling in law, her heart beat accelerated it, as she ran her hands through her hair. What would she do if Desire didn’t take their responsibilities?

“And do you think he would believe me? Silly, silly dove”. Desire lifted themselves, clicking their heels on the floor walking in slow circles around Love. A predator ready to catch its prey “I could go to him, recite all those sugary boring letters by heart, and he would not believe you. It would not aid you either, because if you are still contacting me, you are still plotting with me. By the way, did he know that you are using his sigils to come to me? Oh, Dovey, he will not take that lightly, conspiring under his nose. Nada was sent to Hell for less than that. I Wonder what he will do to you. ” Desire tap their finger in the cheek in a fake wonder. Love gulped, trying to keep a straight face, ignoring the tears running through her cheeks, calling desperately for help.

The memories of her first weeks, Morpheus could see how this was early in their marriage through her eyes, how she ran towards his arms every time he arrived at any of his palace’s rooms that she already was, how excited and curious she was about the Dreaming, always spying through the windows, eagerly to talk to any dream or nightmare she bumped into. Love never spoke ill of him, or showed any distaste for the Dreaming. And he would be there in her memories, shoving her away, telling her to shut it, ignoring her occasional glances over books he was reading, even if he could see she seemed interested, avoiding to stay in the same room as her, finding work to do somewhere else. And the thousand sounds of doors being closed at her face.

His own memories started to clash with hers, mixing point of views with her at his chambers door, different nightgowns, a frightened face, and then an emotionless slightly older face. He felt the tightens of her and the tightens of her fingers in the silk sheets, his release dripping out of her turning to the wetness of tears in her pillows, the bliss of his orgasm shifting from the relief of finally breathing cold air outside his room, of finally ending date night. A vertiginous and continuous crash of memories and feelings that kept drowning Dream away from the narration of Desire and Love.

But this dream was not letting him escape so easily. He was pushed right back feeling afraid of the unknown penalty, his wife was feeling. Desire words got to her. The voice of one of her sisters, he dared to guess Lady Honesty although he could not tell Honesty from Melancholy apart even if rumors had it they were vastly different. ‘More treacherous than charming, you ought to be careful with your closeness with Lady- Lord Desire, they had never uttered a single word without some dishonorable intention’. Treacherous kept ressonating in her brain like a tick of a clock. Love ignored that advice, thinking it was jealousy that she was a new favorite of Desire.

“ Oh Dovey, but do not worry your pretty head” In a fake pity Desire pouted at her, hugging Love from behind, sliding their fingers along her curls, she did not push him away. She was startled, helpless. There was nothing to do. Desire was right. Morpheus would not believe her, or their sibling. He already was sure what happened. And Desire words seemed like velvet in her ear, like she could nest in their shoulder, letting her weight against them, that they would take care of her.

She did not need to worry her head “You are Lady of The Four Love, protector of fertility, virgins and marriage. Goddess of Spring” Their words were soothing, Love could not bother to correct all those wrong titles, her head was starting to feel light, eyelids heavy “A beauty that transcends time, able to wage and finish wars, you can whisper at mortals ear and make them a loving father with a family or obsessive compulsive stalker with an religious excuse. Isn’t that you?”

Love dumbly nod along. “He hates me” She wimpered like a child, and Desire shushed her, their soothing voice and touch continued to keep her in almost sedated state.

“Dovey are you telling me that hate is stronger than love? That you are incapable of making my brother love you? You Queen of Love, and my brother who is always moping about having the most tragic love life of the universe, both not able to love each other?” Their velveteen-like tone was cut by a cackle that made Love raise her head and look at Desire, looking more awake “I am not a joke. Is that what this is to you? A joke?!”

Of course she was. Love and Dream would be a laughing anecdote Desire would tell in every social for the next thousand of years. But they would not tell her that. Seeing Love reaction, they forcefully pushed her head back against their chest, lowering their voice again, making it melt inside her ears “Of course not, never. You are Queen of the Dreaming, Lady of Dreams and Nightmares. Princess of Stories.” Love’s vision became hazy and difficult to see, the blood red walls of Desire’s realm, shifted to a dark red, Desire felt her relaxing against them, they gently swooped one of her arms over her head, making it touch their shoulder, entangled even more against them, exposing her neck to them, entirely vulnerable. “You are my Queen.” Love felt their breath against her ear, their words filling her with a delightful calmness.

Morpheus felt a rush of his own feeling angerness, jealousy. He wanted to barge in and drag Love away from his sibling's claws. Desire tried to seduce his wife, not only that, they were clouding her mind with their powers to have her.” Silly, silly ungrateful brother, complaining about having you forever…” Their voice continue to soothe her nerves. Dream felt their hands now dance against her figure with a feather-like touch that made Love wimp in want.”Such a young thing...” Their hands went from her waist up to the side of her breasts, lightly pressuring them, “Supple breasts…”

Morpheus was raging. He would not care if Desire was endless, if they did anything to her while she could not properly consent, he would not respond for his actions.

Why did she never tell him this? The question lingered with him and almost as the memory answered him, he realized what she thought. He would not believe her. And the worst thing is, he can’t say that she was wrong.

Love slightly opened her eyes to see a reflection of her and Desire, she did not remember a mirror in front of them, but a cold shiver went through her body, heart beating fast, and her eyes open wide in desperation as she saw that it was not Desire touching her. Or it was but they were shape shifted as her husband, her breath started to hick, feeling the feather like kisses on her neck.

Love's throat was dry, she felt paralyzed, holding out a moan on the back of her throat, she could see her reflection, their reflection. Her husband's eyes were dark and full of lust, he never looked at her like this, he barely looked at her. “A tight, firm…” his raspy voice, it was not Desire’s velveteen like voice, but Morpheus’s deep voice, which was smothered by her loud cry as his hands, his long pale fingers squeezed her ass, and she arched her back their hands keeping her in place, she could see him smiling smugly in their reflection. Morpheus did not smile like that.

He never smiled at her but she knew he did not smile like that. Desire took that as an invitation and slides his hands to her lower stomach, caressing her until reaching the the inner side of her thigh pressing his fingers “Uncharted legs...'' they took her scent in as she kept mesmerizing looking at their reflection, she couldn’t break away, she didn’t want to or she did, she did not know, some of her would let him do anything he wanted to her, if he just continuing whispering to her, if his hands never leave her body. Why did it matter if it was Desire? It was her husband there touching her. It sounded like him, it smelled like him, it looked like him. Some of her was terrified.

“This dream is over.” Morpheus, the real one, seeing the memory in front of him unravel said, and repeated it loudly as it did not change, and now Desire’s fingers were collecting her skirt, raising it, revealing Love’s lily-white legs and tights, “This dream is over!” But whatever it was, and now he was certain this was not a common dream or nightmare, it did not obey. It did not end. It was something with the True Marriage's bond. Dream was stuck seeing his wife being cared for by another. By his sibling. “And whatever your heart desires you shall have it”

The atmosphere was antagonized by the cold feeling of a tear, running down her eye, and the warmth of her body. Love blinked, and blinked once again trying to stop it. Why was she crying? Her real husband did not love her anyway, wasn’t it an appropriate revenge to get to one of his siblings? Wasn’t he going to keep mistress? Then why shouldn't she? Then why was she crying? Why wasn’t she able to say anything, to stop it?

Morpheus felt her agony, the beat of her heart intensified, her mind was clouded, she was not thinking properly, but her body reacted to it, like it did not want it to happen. “And you can always come to me-“ Desire fingers ran free playing with the lace band of her underwear “To be cared for-“

When it dared to touch her under the piece of fabric, a weak voice dropped from Love’s lips“ Stop”

Desire didn’t stop, pushing their fingers inside her underwear,“Shh relax Lovie, consider it my apologies to the Queen “ That sounded like Desire. She blinked once more, the clouds started to clear from her hazy mind. She now felt how her body was trembling, how it abominated this. She felt like she could throw up.

That made Love squirm away from their touch “Stop it. Stop it! Stop it right now!” As she pushed away her skirt dropped to its place again. The full clarity hit her mind, and Love was furious with the violation. She pushed Desire strongly on their chest, making them trip on their feet, almost falling “How dare you?! You cloud my mind, turn my feelings against myself, you were going to violate me! What were you trying to do? Put a child in me so Dream would be the laughing stock of all the socials? How is his wife a whore that sleeps with all his siblings? To take a toll at me? At a True Marriage? Violating your friend to have a punchline?”

Desire rolled their eyes, throwing themselves back on the couch “Violate you? Dramatic! One week with my brother and you are already losing your sense of humor. I was giving what you desire: A husband that admires and lusts after you. A most appropriate wedding gift, as far as I can see.”

Love looked in complete disbelief and disappointment. That was the same Desire she considered a sibling, a dear friend, who laughed with her, who would spend hours in the Garden together. “We are not friends anymore, Desire.”

The Endless looked at their nails, not giving the trouble to look at Love’s face of disappointment, and responded “Only family”. The brunette shook her head, turning her back to leave their realm for good.

“See you at family dinner, sis!” The sibling shouted after Love walked away. The aggravating loneliness that she felt with each step is what made Dream be kicked out of her head.

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Dream woke up immediately, it was like falling out of bed: A minute of air before the ground. He felt the wetness in his face. Tears. He looked at the other side of the bed. Love was already dressed in yesterday’s clothes, back against the headboard of the bed. He did not know if he actually truly looked at her until now. Timid sunlight crept through the curtains, making her brown curls shine like they were sprinkled in gold, her skin sparkled welcoming the light, her hands delicately resting in her tights, fingers anxiously peeling off the cuticles, making them red. She looked peaceful even though her cuticles said anxious, looking to the door of the room, and sometimes looking at the window. He opened his mouth, but when he was about to, she stared back at him.

He didn’t understand her facial expression, she did not seem mad, but she was not happy either, she merely looked deeply into his eyes. The only thing certain was that she knew what he discovered. “Love, I…”

“We should go. I am heading downstairs to say my farewell to Cain and Goldie. I will wait for you so we can say goodbye to Abel together.” She put her shoes on, and turned her back to him. He didn’t interrupt her. Before reaching for the door, she once again turned, her dress swirling around her waist “You should use your sand for our return, I do not want to waste any more time away from our duties, I believe you agree”

Morpheus nodded, supporting himself on his shoulder. It was as if nothing happened last night. As he was about to call her again, Love closed the door. He wanted to say something, anything. But the right words kept being all the wrong ones. It did not take long for her to be downstairs, as he heard some commotion. Morpheus went to the window, to see that his wife was already partaking in her usual royal posture of polite smiles and conversations. Lucienne was there. And right at her side, Elijah. Both the second hands seemed to be quite in a hurry, but were still waiting.

It did not take long for Morpheus to get dressed in his usual black attire. As he was getting dressed his urgency rose. Parades and breaking fast together were not enough. None of it was. There is no forgiveness for who he was. But he needed to tell her what and how he couldn’t tell, but he needed to say something before it was too late.

Downstairs the apologies and goodbyes were quick. As requested, Dream used his sand to get them back to the palace. But as he turned to have a moment with Love, she already left with Elijah. He lingered a few seconds looking at the spot at his side where she was. “My Lord?” Lucienne asked as he did not seem to listen to a word she was speaking.

Well, Elijah’s plan with Lord Morpheus might not have succeeded. She felt for her king, but still was saving a ‘I told you so’ to Elijah. Yes, the cupid told her about their secret meeting. Cupids love gossip, and Elijah assumed Lucienne was safe.

Morpheus looked back at Lucienne, as he nodded so she could continue, even though his mind was far from talks of tables, rooms, expansions, etiquettes and invites.

He needed to talk to Love.

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angstpril '24 day 7 — bad dreams

Summary : no summary today. too tired.

Word Count : 586 (this did NOT feel like 586. i feel like an ancient greek who just spent a year carving out a single sentence in a stone tablet.)

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Angelus was no stranger to bad dreams. Every so often, he would wake up covered in sweat and panting like a dog. It was a little embarrassing at best, but made him burn with shame that his friends saw him so weak at the worst.

He knew his friends had nightmares too. Yoshie would wake up crying and come curl up beside him some nights. Romaia had nights she wouldn't sleep just to avoid her dreams. Izz was more open about their dreams, talking to Angelus about them was therapeutic for them both. Cass never talked about nightmares, but Angelus had woken up to her in his bed more times than he could count.

He never judged his friends for these nights. If anything, they made him admire them more: how they carried on despite everything they'd been through and how it continued to affect them.

Tonight was turning out to be ‘one of those nights’.

Angelus woke up from yet another nightmare, the third one this week, and Cass was lying face down with her arm slung over his chest. The weight helped Angelus ground himself and soon he was drifting back to sleep.

“Angel?” A soft voice echoed throughout the room. Thessalia.

“Mhm… What's up Thessie?” He mumbled, not wanting to wake up Cass or the others.

She paused. Angelus fought to keep his eyes open as she spoke.

“I… I had a nightmare. Could I, um, sleep here tonight?”

Angelus lifted his head to examine the length of his sleeping bag. With him and Cass in it, it was already pretty cramped.

“You're too tall.” He explained. “Won't fit.”

Thessalia made an offended noise and pointed to the ground beside her. Angelus tilted his head to the side and saw she had drug her own sleeping bag there.

“Oh. That makes more sense.” He said. “Of course, just be quiet.”

Thessalia smiled (or it looked like she did, it was too dark to tell), and Angelus fell back asleep quickly.

He was woken back up by a soft paw slapping his face. When he opened his eyes, Yoshie was crouched by his head, paw raised to give him another soft bap. Her pupils widened comically when he smiled at her.

“Why are you awake?” She asked.

“You hit me.”

She hummed and Angelus noticed there were tear tracks streaming down her cheeks. He reached up and stroked her hair a few times before patting the space between himself and Thessalia.

Yoshie smiled softly and curled up beside his head. Angelus checked that Cass was still asleep and rolled on to his side, ready to get back to bed. Instead, he was met with Cithrel setting up his sleeping bag.

“Nightmare?”

Cithrel didn't reply, but his movements slowed a little as he settled into the sleeping bag.

Angelus sighed. It wasn't that he minded his friends slowly forming a massive cuddle pile, it was that he was going to end up on the bottom of it.

Slowly, throughout the night, Rona, Izz, and Romaia all ended up joining the pile. Rona curled up near Yoshie. Izz somehow managed to squeeze in with Cithrel. Romaia was sprawled out beside Thessalia.

Angelus was hit with the realization that his friends didn't see him as weak for having nightmares. No matter how much he thought it was true, the proof was right there. When they were at their most vulnerable, their weakest, they came to him.

So maybe it was okay for him to go to them.

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End Notes : ending fell off sorry (seriously what is that last line) i was legit struggling to keep my eyes open

these r my dungeon meshi/dnd ocs except i know literally nothing about dnd and barely anything about dunmeshi sooooo yeahhhhh

#angstpril2024 #☆ dunmeshi ocs 🍖#original work #day 7 #bad dreams

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renyen808 · 2 years ago

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The Little Mermaid Remake Deserves to Exist

Hello everyone!! I don’t say this often, but I adored the live action remake of the Little Mermaid, which was released late May.

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Now, I know how the internet itself feels about these remakes, so before we go into the review, I want to be transparent about my feelings when it comes to the live action remakes.

My feelings are mixed about it. I sometimes don’t think they’re that bad. I can hear the booing as I write this, but I don’t believe they’re that bad. I think they’re bad when they don’t tell a new story. For instance, the 2017 Beauty and the Beast, although it did a lot from the animated version, gave Belle’s mom some sort of story and made Beast a bit more sympathetic. The 2019 The Lion King told the story word for word, so in turn, the magic is gone. I watched both of these in the theater by the way, and may I just say, the Lion King is my favorite animated movie ever, so you can sense my disappointment.

The Little Mermaid is another favorite of mine. I loved the original, just the idea of being a mermaid amazed me. Especially living in Hawaii, I loved the water. Ariel’s voice was also incredible, being the best singer of all of the princesses. While Jodi Benson’s Ariel is timeless and will live on to inspire other girls to dream, Halle Bailey’s Ariel will do exactly the same thing, but for even more girls, girls that never saw the original and thought, that’s me.

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Halle Bailey as Ariel is the best part of the movie and it shows that director Rob Marshall made the best choice when it comes choosing our mermaid. She embodied Ariel so well, as this infectious, curious, adventurous girl who wanted to explore the above world. I love more so how the romance aspect was second to her true passion for the above world, exploration. Bailey did, in my opinion, the best job of elevating Ariel for newer audiences, showing that it is okay to explore on your own, take risks, and that you never need a man’s hand to be successful. In many ways, I prefer this interpretation of Ariel as opposed to the original because of its amazing message.

The other characters are all great! Daveed Diggs as Sebastian was amazing! I already love Diggs as it is, so I was not surprised that he was great here too. I also loved Melissa McCarthy as Ursula. I know people were skeptical about her and I’m still on the side of she should have been played by a drag queen, but McCarthy did a phenomenal job. By the way, for my choice of performer for Ursula, it would have to be Ginger Minj. Awkwafina was good as Scuttle, though I have to say I would not feel comfortable if they made Scuttle the same way as the original. Jacob Tremblay as Flounder was okay, I was a little put off by his design still, but it didn’t ruin the experience for me. I was happy to see Javier Bardem in a role where he wasn’t the villain. I saw people say he was too strict on Ariel, but he’s the same way in the animated version. Jonah Hauer-King is incredible as Eric, taking a mid-tier prince into the top-tier charming man that Ariel deserves. Overall, all of the side and villain characters are incredible!

Established in my first movie review post, I rate things on a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being the absolute best, and 1 being the absolute worst. I don’t do 1 to 5 because I am afraid I will do some dumb rating like 3.3 out of 5. So, for consistency, I will only use whole numbers to rate things.

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For me, The Little Mermaid remake gets an 8 out of 10. The entire movie is magical, especially Halle Bailey as Ariel. From the minor characters to the changes to the story, and the timeless classics reimagined here, you will not have a bad time here. I will discuss some of my criticisms below, but it is mainly flow issues and drastic changes in character (*cough* Eric *cough), but I will share that with you later. Overall, it is a great watch for families and especially young girls and women, you will not regret it.

This is the end of my review, which means I am moving onto my spoiler summary below. For the remakes from Disney (and possibly DreamWorks), I will be doing something a little bit different. For these, I will be doing a Compare and Contrast with the original work. I want to do this because many argue that Disney doesn’t need to be making these remakes if the originals are still there. However, I believe that when we look at them side by side, sometimes the meaning is different, and in a way, they deserve to exist next to their animated counterpart. I know there will always be people that complain about not wanting to compare it to the original, but, this way I won’t be just retelling the whole story (since I am sure we all know the story) and that way, you can clearly see the differences between the two. So, with that, I am done with my explanation. If this is where you will be leaving us, I hope you enjoyed reading my review of The Little Mermaid remake. If you enjoyed reading it, share it with a friend who may also enjoy it. Comments are always welcome, but keep it nice. Everyone is entitled to their opinions and shouldn’t be attacked because of them. Thank you for reading! See you in the next post!

SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS! SPOILERS!

So, for our first difference, the remake starts out with a quote from the original story written by Hans Christian Anderson. It states “But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more”. This quote opening the movie gives us an insight as to why Ariel’s suffering throughout the movie is much more emotional than it was in the original. Benson’s Ariel was crying throughout the movie, and while you are upset for her, it never really showed how much it affected her because she was always crying. Bailey’s Ariel, however, never could cry, until the very end, when she was finally human. She suffered so much throughout, making her pain even more upsetting, showing that even though she feels heartbreak, she cannot show it, like a mask. In the end, she was able to shed a tear, and finally express her sadness. The movie also has Eric in the beginning as well, sailing the seas and stopping the men on board from killing an innocent dolphin.

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The movie is pretty much the same up until Ariel’s sisters and Triton show up. The sisters’ names are different from the original sisters. In the original, all their names started with A: Attina, Alana, Adela, Aquata, Arista, and Andrina. They were, honestly, kinda snobbish. I didn’t really care for them in the original. I mean, they acted like sisters, but I don’t have any sisters. I am one, just I don’t have any myself, if that makes sense. Okay, moving on. In the remake, we have Perla, Indira, Karina, Caspia, Mala, and Tamika. Each mermaid has a different ethnicity and rules a different ocean, so they are not home in Atlantica all the time, unlike Ariel. The reason they are all there is different too, as in the original, Sebastian held a concert with all of Triton’s daughters, minus Ariel since she never showed up. Here, there is no concert, but they are there for the Coral Moon meeting. Ariel misses this as well.

Bailey’s rendition of Part of Your World is fantastic here as well. It shows off her playful spirit while also holding a sense of longing that Ariel desperately has for the above world. I cannot gush about her enough, she was just the best choice! If you have not listened to it before, DO IT! Everything is the same, she saves Eric and she climbs the rock while singing the reprise, but it is actually a bit different from the original. See, in the original, Eric was reviving while Ariel was just admiring him. In the remake, Ariel had to use her siren song to revive him, ultimately saving Eric from drowning.

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Afterwards, we reach one of the most recognizable sequences from the original movie. The Under the Sea portion is one I had a few issues with. First off, the lyrics should have been changed here. We will see later that some of the original songs had their lyrics changed, so it was possible. However, here, they just chose to leave it in when none of it was happening. There is a part of the song, where Sebastian is listing off sea creatures playing instruments (i.e. newt play the flute, carp play the harp). None of that was happening on the screen though, and it was just Ariel riding a sea turtle’s shell. You could have done one of two things here: either replace the lyrics with something else, or you show the animals playing the instruments. We are not looking for realistic storytelling here, it is a story about a mermaid, nothing is realistic. Another thing is Ariel singing here. I know Bailey has an amazing voice, and I love hearing her, but this song is about trying to convince Ariel to stay, why would she just be singing along? It was just a weird character choice that I did not agree with.

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Eric, however, is one that made me very happy. He gets a huge expansion in the remake, and I love these changes. First off, Eric is not just some dull prince that is eye candy for Ariel. Here, he wants to help the people he is ruling over, wanting to make things better. He also has a sense of adventure and exploration, wanting to sail more than be a royal. He also has a mother here, an adopted mom, Queen Selina, played by Noma Dumezweni. His mother actually forbids him from sailing after the accident and in his dismay, he sings the first original song Wild Uncharted Waters. This song, on first listen, was just a mid tier song for me, but after listening to it more and more, it actually helps to see and understand Eric. With Ariel’s voice stuck in his head, he cannot seem to shake her and return to the life he once knew. He has a control over him that is unlike anything he has experienced before, it’s new and it is the key to him escaping this life he feels trapped in. Hauer-King’s performance as Eric is another great casting choice, he not only played Eric perfectly, he exceeded expectations.

During the scene with Ariel and her sisters, instead of them getting ready, they’re all clear debris from a fallen ship. Ariel’s absent mindedness is apparent to her sisters, and this plays out like in the original, except after Triton destroys Ariel’s stuff, the remake Ariel does not cry, though she is clearly in despair.

Ursula in the remake is also different. Here, it is clear from the get go that Triton and Ursula are related, and that she was banished from Atlantica for fifteen years. McCarthy’s rendition of Poor Unfortunate Souls lives up to the original’s sung by the late Pat Carroll. This rendition, however, is not as sexualized and demeaning as the original was, with the remake choosing to omit that entire portion about men not wanting to hear women talk, or the importance of body language, which I was fine with. That is not the story they are trying to tell, and I can respect choosing to leave that out. Also, instead of signing a contract, Ariel was forced to pick a scale from her tail and throw it into Ursula’s cauldron. Another thing that was sneaky but also an intelligent way to get Ariel to not try to kiss Eric all the time was to give her a spell to make her forget. I love this twist because Ariel wasn’t just trying to kiss Eric the entire time, which I enjoyed, but it was aggravating at times to see her not try to kiss him.

When she gets her legs, Ariel is actually caught in the net of a local fisherman and taken to the castle as she sings an original song in her head called For the First Time. This song is an adventurous one, one that shows Ariel’s curiosity of this world that she has just been thrown into. She is getting ready to meet Eric, who has been frantically searching for the woman who saved him (i.e. Ariel), but when they finally meet, he is initially turned away due to her lack of voice. She is shown being upset, again not shedding a tear, and is initially heartbroken. Later on, she explores the castle and runs into Eric in his room full of items he himself has collected over the years, and they spend time together, with Eric explaining everything and Ariel showing him the secrets hidden underneath some of his collection.

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She and Eric go out, like in the original, where Ariel steers a carriage, and they make it to a market, where Jodi Benson ‘passes the torch’ to Halle herself. This scene made me tear up a bit, I am not going to lie. They also buy Eric a hat, and they dance with people in the courtyard. As they were making their way back, Scuttle steals Eric’s hat and leads them to a boat, where they row as Sebastian sings Kiss the Girl. Due to the forgetting spell, Sebastian is trying to convince Eric to kiss Ariel without Ariel realizing what is going on. We all know what happens here, and this is where I begin to have some issues. I know Scuttlebutt is here, and it is fine. That’s all I will say.

First off, before I talk about Vanessa, Ariel sings another reprise of Part of Your World here, and I think this is placed in the wrong part of the movie. I get that this song is supposed to show her heartbreak since she is seeing the guy she likes about to be engaged to someone else, but I honestly think it would have been better at the very end, when she was a mermaid watching Eric from afar. The lyrics fit better, it seems more sad because more than ever they are separated, and it just fits better here than right after learning about Vanessa. All in all, this was a misstep, and I feel it should be moved to where I suggested.

Vanessa here is played by the wonderful Jessica Alexander, who makes herself very memorable for such little screen time. However, I am confused for so many reasons with her inclusion. First off, we have already seen how much Eric enjoyed having Ariel with him, and it is very clear that he is off put by this. I don’t really buy that he is hypnotized. In fact, I think when he first sees her, he is initially confused. I mean, I can relate bro so don’t worry. Secondly, her skin tone is nothing like Bailey’s skin tone, and I know he did not get a good look at her, but why couldn’t they choose an actress with a similar tone? I know it is cruel, but Halle has a sister. Overall, I felt Vanessa was way more forced here than in the original, and it just does not fit this story.

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I just have to bring up how much a king Hauer-King (ha!) is in this one compared to the original. As Ariel transformed back, he held her in his arms and tried to protect her, while the animated one just stood and looked at her, like what the heck dude? Protect her! You just found out she saved you and you just look at her like, Oh snap! You a fish, girl? What should I do?” Animated Ariel deserved better, ugh.

(Credit: The Canberra Times)

Anyway, everything happens the same from here on out, except, Ariel is the one to kill Ursula, not Eric. She is actually on the boat while Eric is being shot at from below, and I really enjoy this change. Remember, Ariel has her tail now, so she has to think of a way to use the momentum around her being out of the water to try and steer the boat. By the way, this sequence and Ariel saving Eric earlier was very hard for me to watch due to the strobing lightning effects.

Everything happens the same, and my disappointment cannot be measured when I saw they did not give Ariel a new DRESS!! What the heck?! She only gets one dress from the movie when the animated one got three?! Ugh, I was so disappointed, but this ending did not disappoint. In fact, I’d argue it is better than the original.

In the original, we all know that she marries Eric and lives close to home in Eric’s castle. In the remake, however, I am not sure if they get married, I have no idea, but there is a ceremony, before Eric and Ariel begin to explore the world together. As they board the boat, Triton and Ariel’s sisters breach the surface to say goodbye, and I love this line from Javier Bardem, which says “You shouldn’t have had to give up your voice to be heard.” And at that moment, I cried. I cried so hard. Ariel finally sheds a tear, saddened about leaving her home and her family behind, but grateful that her father is on her side now. She embraces Triton before he pushes the boat away from them towards their ship, and that is the end. I love that they ended the remake this way as opposed to the wedding. The wedding would have actually been an insult to this rendition of Ariel and Eric and I really enjoyed that they get to explore now and live life the way they want to instead of living the ways of their parents.

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All in all, The Little Mermaid remake deserves to exist amongst the others. I have seen many people for different reasons trying to boycott this movie, whether that be for racist reasons, hating the remakes, and so forth. I will not tolerate racism in any fashion, and to everyone hating on the remakes, let’s not die on this hill where a fantastic actress of color just performed the best live action Disney Princess performance ever. Let’s not die on this hill, alright? Support this film, support Halle Bailey, support the amazing story they have made here! It is better than the rest, I promise!

With that, it is the end of my comparison and I thank you for reading this far! If you enjoyed reading my stuff, share it with a friend who may also like it as well. Comments are always welcome, but keep it nice. Everyone is entitled to their opinions and shouldn’t be attacked because of them. Thank you for reading! See you in the next post!

#the little mermaid #disney live action #halle bailey #jonah hauer king

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Nicole Richie on the 20th Anniversary of ‘The Simple Life,’ Starring in ‘Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead’ Remake and Writing a Horror-Comedy [Variety Interview]

Nicole Richie has been a “diehard fan” of the 1991 cult comedy “Don’t Tell Mom the Babysitter’s Dead” for as long as she can remember.

“I’ve been quoting this movie my whole life,” she says.

And now, life has come full circle because the former “Simple Life” reality television icon stars in director Wade Allain-Marcus’ “Don’t Tell Mom” remake as fashion company boss Rose.

The new film stars Simone Joy Jones as Tanya, a 17-year-old whose summer plans are upended when her mom (“Ms. Pat” star Patricia Williams) checks herself into a health retreat. Things completely unravel when the babysitter, played by Oscar nominee June Squibb, hired to take care of Tanya and her siblings suddenly dies.

“When I heard it was going to be a remake, I was like, ‘What does this mean?’” she says. “So I jumped on a Zoom with Wade and he was like, ‘This is a reimagining of the movie.’ He had everything from color palettes, mood boards and a lot of music to give me an idea of what he wanted to do with it. Right after our first Zoom, I was like, ‘I’m ready to play Rose.’”

How nervous were you for a remake? Some remakes work and some are pretty awful. This is true, but I had the most fun doing it. I think it’s so funny. It’s very feel good, which is something that I don’t think you necessarily get all the time now. When I say feel good, I’m talking early ‘90s. It’s a family adventure comedy.

But one that pushes envelope. There’s a lot of weed in it. A lot more cursing than I expected. Well, it is rated R. I don’t think anyone was expecting an R rating. It’s been a running joke in our group chat.

You don’t act often. I read a lot of things, but I just want to make sure that it’s something that I can do a good job in and confidently pour my energy into and feel like I can do it. I think that this movie was a perfect example of that. I never imagined that I would ever play Rose. But now that I think about it, I’m like, “Oh, I’ve always felt spiritually connected to her.” So this was just waiting for me from day one, from 1991.

Do you remember your worst audition? I don’t know that I’ve necessarily had something where I’m like, that was so horrible. But auditions are so funny. When I auditioned for “Great News,” I auditioned at the end of the day. I walked in, I signed my name, and I was number like 32 for this role. I was like, I’m not gonna get this. I left and got on a flight to go on tour with my husband [Joel Madden]. But when I landed, I found out I got a call back. They told me I need to needed to fly back home and audition again.

Do you have a dream role you’d like to play? I am in the middle of writing a comedy horror movie right now that I am going to star in. This is a little more Kathleen Turner à la “Serial Mom.”

How often are being pitched a “Simple Life” reunion or reboot? It has happened a lot, but Paris [Hilton] and I have always felt that we don’t want to do something just to do it. But it is the 20-year anniversary this year, so we have been talking about different ways to celebrate this very cool show that we did. So we’ll see.

Paris’ memoir is being adapted as a TV series. Should I audition?

That was my next question: who should play you? Jack Black? [Laughs]

You made big headline news the other night at the “Don’t Tell Mom” premiere because your kids (daughter Harlow Madden, 16, and son Sparrow Madden, 14) made their red carpet debut. Was that a conscious decision, something you all talked about beforehand? Honestly, they were just going to come with me. It was not really something that we had necessarily talked about. We were there as a family. They’re old enough now. They understand what that is.

How often do they look at old footage of you or watch the “Simple Life”? “The Simple Life” is apparently having a big moment on TikTok, so they do tell me that they watch clips on TikTok. Their friends watch it. I get a lot of eye rolls in my house all the time. It’s right on brand with how they see me, in general.

Do they want to go into the business? I’m not sure. I highly doubt that my son does. My daughter might but she’s not banging down my door asking about it. She’s really living that 16-year-old life.

#nicole richie #2024 #don't tell mom the babysitter's dead #interview

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onabisworld · 28 days ago

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Mutual u r so graceful 2 me,,,, ANYWAYS. we all know about gideon and mabel’s parallels with billford. Dudes with power (gideon and bill) falls into obsession with this other guy full of whimsy and and potential for chaos (mabel and ford), turns out to be a fucking Conman, and ruins budding friendship where they had the potential to truly “get” each other. Dude gets rejected multiple times, Does Not Give Up, and only seems more hellbent on obtaining their “love”. Ends up in fucking jail. The Love Cage, the dream bubble, “bill explained to me nice and simple. now that i have her in a cage, she’ll learn to love me. I have an eternity to wait” . Gideon and Bill are thwarted by their SO’s twin. (thats crazy btw, bill was planning on keeping Ford in a cage?? FOR ETERNITY?? To Stockholm Syndrome him?? What. )

With Pacifica and Dipper……dippers similarity with Ford are obvious from the get-go. (the defects at birth, the academic smarts, the natural curiosity, the outcast twin, both hold their grudges well, being the one to “abandon” their sibling, etc etc) .

Bill and Pacifica both have opressive parents. Theyre both the black sheep of the family.

Pacifica lied to Dipper just as Bill lied to Ford in order to use them, which led to the other Crashing Out as soon as The other found out. They both get accidentally attached because its their first true friend in a while , secretly enjoy their companionship and are visibly upset about being hated by Ford and Dipper despite lying to them.

and-this is important- gideon and bill and pacifica are Alike in a lot of ways. Theyre all supposedly beloved children with considerable power, but their familial situation is implied to be neglectful at best (like gideons) or abusive at worst (paz’s). The difference is that Pacifica is fully aware she’s in the wrong. She gets an opportunity to explain herself to Dipper, and they come to a genuine understanding despite the lies (which bill failed to do) . Pacifica changes, and her relationship with Dipper is all the better for it. So theyre a happy ending. Also, theyre all blond

if gideon and mabel are parallels of Billford then Dipper and Pacifica are the good ending version of billford <-(delusional fuck)

#Ona speaks #There u go #Also bill cipher is such a bizarre combo of a theatre kid and a regina george esque popular mean girl its crazy

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wizardingworldlibrary · 1 year ago

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Snowed In (2) Masterlist

Links Last Checked: December 3rd, 2024

part one

A Christmas Date (ao3) - CosmicCthulhu hermione/draco E, 10k

Summary: Hermione needs a date for her family’s Christmas party and Draco couldn’t possibly say no to someone like her.

Après Ski (ao3) - scullymurphy hermione/draco, harry/ginny, daphne/theodore, neville/blaise M, 9k

Summary: Ginny's let a ski chalet in Switzerland for a pre-Christmas weekend with friends. It's beautiful, cozy and festive, but there aren't enough beds, which means Hermione and Draco will (reluctantly) have to share. And then, of course, they get snowed in...

Cabin Fever (ao3) - lettersbyelise draco/harry E, 8k

Summary: When Harry Potter finds himself trapped in a snowed-in cabin with Auror partner Draco Malfoy, he doesn't expect his predicament to help him solve the case they are working on... or to fulfill the secret fantasy he harbours for Draco.

Five Steps to Surviving Cabin Fever (ao3) - hippocrates460 harry/snape E, 6k

Summary: Harry's worst nightmare comes true, instead of spending his days off lounging around his apartment he's been called in for a case. It all gets worse when the case drags on for longer than expected and Robards decides he'll need help.

In Deep (ao3) - niffizzle hermione/draco M, 4k

Summary: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were stranded. On Christmas Eve. In the French Alps. With nothing but their wits and their wands. No way home until morning, their only option was to spend the night at a cabin they passed on their way up the mountain—if they could survive sharing the guest room.

Mr. Mistletoe (ao3) - mysticwrites hermione/draco E, 8k

Summary: Hermione thought Ron was going to propose. Now they've broken up. Ginny suggests a long Christmas holiday. All she wants to do is cosy up by the fireplace with a good book. What will happens when she get to her destination only to find out that she has to share a room with Draco Malfoy? Oh and there's only one bed. Will a little mistletoe help them out?

Nothing But My Dreams (ao3) - leydileyla hermione/draco E, 3k

Summary: “I can't believe this!”

Hermione was thrashing about in the room as Draco watched her. It had been a long, tiring day where they had been assigned in Devon, to investigate an old mansion that had been reported to have dark magic traces coming from it. They had spent the entire day in the snow, trying to break the curses that were surrounding it because apparently it had indeed been infested with dark magic. And then the snow fall had become unbearable and they were forced to seek shelter because their work wasn't finished.

“Calm down, Granger. It's not that bad.” Draco was standing still in the middle of the modest room that had a small plastic Christmas tree put up in the corner in the spirit of the holidays.

All was well when they had found the small inn, only to discover that they were fully booked for the weekend except for one room.

A room with a double bed.

Polar Night/Midnight Sun (ao3) - toomuchplor draco/harry E, 54k

Summary: Harry travels to arctic Norway on the trail of dragon egg poachers, only to find he's been assigned to work alongside the only NorMagPol Auror north of sixty: one Draco Malfoy. It's been ten years since they crossed paths, and Malfoy isn't exactly what Harry expected or remembered. For one thing, he wears a lot more hand-knits?

When a sudden winter storm strands the pair, unable to use magic to rescue themselves, they take shelter in a one-room Norwegian hytte.

Snowed Inn (ao3) - irene_doe hermione/draco N/R, 5k

Summary: Snowed in after a mission goes sideways, the stress and proximity lead to mutual confessions.

Snowed in with Severus (ao3) - maraudersaffair harry/snape E, 32k

Summary: In eighth year, Harry decides to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He sets out to spend the time with Professor Snape, but after a magical accident, they find themselves stranded alone in a snowy cabin with no way out and only one bed.

The Art of Seduction: Kidnapping and Hypothermia (ao3) - ChaosAndCrumpets hermione/draco E, 11k

Summary: Hermione Granger's battered old Ford Fiesta is not built for snowstorms. It's a good thing there's a flannel-clad tractor driver to come to her rescue. Or is it?

The weather outside is frightful... (ao3) - incognitotoro hermione/draco E, 6k

Summary: “So, I’m not exactly a survival expert, but I’m pretty sure the best way to stay warm-” “Don’t- don’t say it-” “-Is to share-” “Oh no…” “Share body heat.”

Hermione and Draco are stranded in a shack during a blizzard. Tropes ensue.

To All a Good Night (ao3) - MsAlexWP sirius/remus E, 36k

Summary: Sirius Black was supposed to spend Christmas in a luxury Airbnb in Vermont with his best friends. Instead, there's a record-breaking snowstorm, a tiny cabin with no electricity, a viral video, a mysterious last-minute breakup, and sharing a bed with Remus Lupin.

What Happens in Oslo (ao3) - In_Dreams hermione/draco E, 10k

Summary: When she's selected to attend a prestigious international conference, Hermione is thrilled. But her only companion is Draco Malfoy, and after they're forced to share a hotel room in a blizzard, the weekend looks a little different.

White as Snow (ao3) - bixgirl1 draco/harry E, 19k

Summary: After a quick escape from danger, Harry and Draco find themselves trapped in a blizzard, a small cabin their only refuge from the storm. It's the perfect place to recover and regroup — and to have a long-overdue conversation or two.

#harry potter fanfiction #masterlists #snowedin #snowedin masterlist #wizardingworldlibrary #draco malfoy #harry potter #hermione granger #sirius black #remus lupin #ginny weasley #daphne greengrass #theodore nott #neville longbottom #blaise zabini #severus snape

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the heart doesn’t rest

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader

Summary: Fleeing to Norway was the dream that was only made better when lovers were together. Plus, the advantages of living in isolation provided unlimited freedom.

Warning: (18+) fluff, smut, bottom!r, somnophilia, voyeurism, cunninglingus, exhibitionism, fingering, power dynamics, filth | 5k words

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Life is an atrocious comedy. It bounded those living on earth into a monotone life, abiding to the rules and regulation spat upon their feeble body with the absolute necessity to survive. The comparison between one individual is vast, some gifted freedom while some barred in silver shackles. A life like that, stipulated different meaning on existing, and for you, the relentless taunt that came while living as you; a hero, a villain, a fugitive, whatever that smeared your name to their recent beliefs.

Their names were equally cursed among the same anticipating their rescue for when tragedy strikes. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the intelligent spy and the powerful witch. But the most, your girlfriends, your lovers, the ones you wish to marry—when life wouldn’t exist like a plague for anyone of you.

However, living off-grid had proven no victory to either you or them.

“I hate this,” was said loudly, as your body habitually leaned into her sturdy body. “It’s not fair. We could’ve— we should had been together, right now and always. Not rotting in different ends of the world,” you exclaimed, pressing your body further into hers with hopes of pacifying your throbbing heart.

Natasha’s hand spread on the space of your back, rubbing soothing circles to offer some sort of comfort to your fretting. The customary gloom appeared throughout the days apart from your lover, but Natasha stayed strong for you, and for Wanda.

“Malyshka, this is for our safety. Didn’t you like Norway?” she inquired, tilting your head to meet her eyes. Those verdant eyes, gleams flawlessly beneath amber light, and she stares into yours with utmost love and trust. “You wanted to come here when everything is over.”

It was true. Norway was a dream manifested into reality. You had murmured to them one night—when nude bodies laid on bed, limps tangled and at ease, where slick and sweat coats your skin and theirs, and the scent of arousal lingers for hours after—that you wished to live in the coldest parts of Norway.

Wanda had laughed. Teasing remarks fell from her mouth. You had troubles handling your body’s temperature, despite being born a witch. Utilising too much of your power would embark your body in waves of heat or unbearably coldness. The latter was more common.

Natasha queried for reasons why you had chosen that specific location. It stirred some kind of seriousness in the air as you confessed;

“I want to live in isolation. Maybe, we can have a farm, so we won’t need to depend on other’s produce…and we won’t be under their radars. I just want— I need the freedom to hold both of your hands, and kiss your mouth…without them watching,” you revealed, voice soft and laced with a hint of insecurity from confessing something so precious to your heart, of your dreams with them.

They didn’t discard your dreams or teased your vulnerable confession.

Instead, Wanda had enclosed her hand over yours which laid comfortably above your stomach, and Natasha followed the same course. Both grasping your hands warmly. The jovial look on their face, same hearts that that endured the worst and still flourished with such love. One day, they had promised, kissing you wholly and holding you close.

Then, Natasha brought you here. A safehouse in Norway. Just you and her. Finally—it spoke in such a bitter tone. The atmosphere which breathes of tranquility and away from chaos of large building, doesn’t alter your absolute dejection. Isolation was great, you once thought, before realising the special state of isolation was meant for three together, and not when apart.

“I do, you know I do,” you spoke softly, and pressed your head on her chest. The beating of her heart, reminded you of life, and that was enough till life changes for the better.

Natasha doesn’t force the non-verbal confession from leaving your sad mouth or force your gloom state into one that shone brighter than the sun. It aches her heart to know how you felt, while knowing that Wanda was suffering the same in another part of Europe.

After the horrific escape of a witch, as they so fearfully claimed, Wanda was transported immediately on the opposite direction of her lovers. Vision had accompanied her for further protection. It was ensured that different locations will promise the safety of everyone.

Edinburgh wasn’t anything like Norway, neither provided the safety of three lovers together.

It wasn’t fair, you had argued, shoving and spitting in the face of those imposing such ruthless verdict on lives that weren’t theirs. Natasha had stayed on their side. It was the best decision, she persuasively told you with her hand cupping your damped cheeks.

Betrayal dripped at your tongue for what your lovers failed to brawl over. Till you comprehended that it was more risking for everyone to stay together than it was to split their locations far apart from the other.

But the heart doesn’t rest. It yearns for lovers to unite, and not be left incomplete, just aching for the other to return home.

“I miss Wanda too,” Natasha confessed woefully. She felt the tug of your hand over hers, drawing her attention to your bleary eyes.

“What if,” you paused, conjuring the violet glow in your palm, and it effortlessly flushed through her hand in your grasp. “I bring her here and—”

“You can’t,” Natasha interrupted your whirling ideas, and witness the gleam of violet in your eyes intensifies, before fading to reveal the usual tint of your eyes. But it’s sadder, the most gloom she had ever seen you. “It’s not possible. It can hurt her, hurt you, and I can’t have that, ever,” she spoke with finality, not furthering your attempts as you dejectedly accepted her words.

Maybe, if life wasn’t a cruel fest for those yearning to proclaim lives that aren’t theirs—you would happily live together with them, you would wake in the morning in the comfort of their embrace, you would love them till the end, and love would bloom so beautifully together.

December would have been prospering in colourful decorations, music involving the wintry holiday, and January would had carried forward with that. When wishes would be made for gifts and more, you wouldn’t wish for anything else, as they were enough for your pulsing heart.

“Is Wanda okay?” you questioned, “Vision’s staying out of her way?”

Natasha’s soft chuckles lifts the solemn mood. “Vision is minding his own business. Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare mess with our witch.”

You huffed, hot breath fanning the extend of her neck. “He better, or I’ll cut him into pieces.”

While the threat was uttered in sheer jealousy with a hint of playfulness, it wasn’t far from the wicked truth. Natasha noticed the sparks of violet in your eyes, it resurfaced at unwarranted moments which exposed your intentions to her and the honesty of your words. Handling two witches became her expertise at this stage.

“Okay, hot stuff,” Natasha teased, her thumb and forefinger grasps your chin, tilting your head upwards, and pressing a haste kiss on your pouting lips. “No more talking. Time to watch James Bond, it’s my favourite.”

You simply nodded, following after with a question, “Will you repeat every dialogue?”

Natasha doesn’t answer. Instead, she resumed the movie playing on her laptop. When a character spoke, her soft voice followed them. It flutters your heart, fueling warmth to witness her so unrestricted.

And there, where your body bask in her warmth, where your heart aches with hers, where love doesn’t fade but flourishes.

Natasha offers you comfort in ways you loved; her warm embrace, her wordless kisses on your skin, her jokes that made you laugh, her tender effort of ensuring you ate by feeding you, and her body close to yours.

It doesn’t offend her that you had refused her physical advances. But she vowed to ensure everything went accordingly to your preferences.

If you wanted silence, she offered it. If you preferred dotting down each reason for your hatred, she listened. If you claimed the holidays as a marketing scheme, she agreed while retaining herself from laughing at the childlike expression on your face. If you pulled her outside the old trailer with the declaration of making a wish, she undoubtedly followed your words.

One phrase that left mouths longing for their lover; I wish…Wanda was back home.

The vacant space between two, remained there, taunting hearts with agony.

But love—the one that pulses in your heart and hers, it stimulates the hope for soon. That a wish may come true as fairy tales proclaimed. That love shared between three would soon reunite, and what forces dare divide them, would cease to exist.

In the depth of an isolated forest, miles away from open road or any sort of human contact, an old trailer was parked and hidden from peering eyes. Almost appearing deserted by its tattered state, and dull colour. The residence in this part of town, minded their business which faultlessly kept the identities of hidden fugitives safe, and the promise of sheer remoteness.

What noises that may resonates in an old trailer or around, wouldn’t draw attention. It’s a space of utter isolation.

Thus, the sudden noise of an aircraft or the sounds of bodies clashing after weeks apart, made no difference to your deep slumber state and the non-existing folks around.

That morning was different, though, you felt the peace that engulf your mind in your deep slumber. Sleep hasn’t come easy since you had moved here with Natasha. The habit of sleeping between your lovers had made your body uneasy without them together, and the sentiments were mutual.

At that hour, your serene sleep had failed to comprehend anything pass reality. You felt the touch, something cold, something hot, something that tickles your skin with waves of familiarity. It does nothing, but draw an almost inaudible groan from your mouth as you resumed sleeping.

“Malyshka,” a syrupy voice whispered, slipping into your mind as though, a pleasant dream. Crimson hue sparks on your skin at her tender touch. It produces red wisps through the side of your head, each stroke reaching to the depth of your mind.

You found her there. Wanda. The softest emerald eyes glowing beneath the sun’s gleam, her eyebrows furrowed as she laughs at something and your heart flutters, but still incomplete. Till, you felt pairs of hands on your shoulder and turn to meet those eyes, an ocean shifting from the nature’s green to the deep blue. Natasha smiles at you, wrapping her arms around your body while Wanda embrace you from behind.

However, your dreaming state and deep slumber, doesn’t wake you for the reality that blessed your form. That she was there, they were truly there, together, admiring your body sprawled on the bed.

Wanda was sat crossed legs by your side, as though, admiring an exclusive relic, while opposite her was a mischief looking Natasha. “Go on,” the latter persuaded. “She’s really sleepy,” Natasha added, before grasping the warm hand of her lover. She guides famished hand to where your legs were spread apart, and the heat the emits as their hands neared your core.

“Oh,” Wanda’s mouth fell gape, her pupils dilated in sheer lust and tease of crimson that gleams in her eyes. Her hand greedily cups your heat, speckles of red flutters around. “You’re such a good girl,” she purred, finger drawing a line through your clothed slit and you whimpered in response.

Natasha marvelled at the sight. It made the experience more thrilling as her hand trails to your clothed breast. She kneads your supple breast, and the lack of bra made obvious of your erected nipple.

“Please,” you mumbled in your sleep. The twitches on your face made them laugh. Your hands enclosed around nothing, while your legs trembles at Wanda’s teasing touch.

Then, a loud smack echoes in the small room. Wanda’s hand met your core with a rough slap, inciting amused chuckles from Natasha. The quirks of your lips, almost pleading for them, and the lust that continues to flourish in your slumber.

And in your mind, still deep in oblivion, you seek refuge of them in your fantasy.

It made them happy to know love that thrives, despite far apart or when unconsciousness engulfs warm bodies.

Those nights which haunt your attempt of sleep, ceased to exist at that hour as florid dreams resonates.

You felt something more, a teasing touch of her lips on your skin, the hand of a witch and the touch of a spy. Wanda’s hand grasping yours, and Natasha holding your jaw firmly as she presses an eager kiss on your mouth.

The stickiness made known between your lower region, urge for your legs to rub together for some friction to appease your throbbing core. Your hand awkwardly travels a path down, and you watch them gawk at you, in your brilliant dream.

Unbeknownst to your slumber state, what you dreamed at that hour, mirrored your action in reality. Your hand had slipped into your pajama pants. Wanda’s hand long strayed from that space, opting to watch you instead. Natasha doesn’t touch you either, both craving to witness the erotic scene. Your fingers messily fondled with your clit. The muddled friction caused immense pleasure in your sleep.

Natasha clicks her tongue and shakes her head at your pathetic state. “Like you haven’t been masturbating in the shower since we came here,” she scolded, and forcefully attempts to remove your hand, but the gleam of red hindered her action.

“Let her,” Wanda uttered, lust filled eyes were enchanted by your sleepy moans, and the dire efforts for bringing yourself to climax.

They remained seated on each side of your body, Natasha to your left, and Wanda to your right. Temptation is heavy, a taunting voice urging for mouths to meet, for hands to touch, for slick to coat skins and mouth. It’s so burdensome that when two pairs of eyes glance away from watching you masturbate in your slumber state, a spy and a witch exchanged a wordless understanding that curls their lips.

Wanda doesn’t break their penetrating gaze as she grasps Natasha’s hand and tugs the sturdy hand of her lover to her face. Instantly, her mouth enclosed around two dominant fingers. Velvety tongue laps around Natasha’s fingers, coating her digits with saliva. It drew a moan from a witch, where the magic that streams through her blood, pulsates around three in pure ecstasy.

With the quick wave of her hands—clothes that cladded warm bodies, vanished into thin air.

The cold weather of Norway made them tremble, your mouth quipped with a groan. But warmth would soon embrace nude bodies, they promised.

Natasha made a noise of appreciation and amusement. Her nude lovers were before her round eyes, scorching in lust for days to come, for the nights that would not grant them sleep as bodies finally meet.

“Hmm, you’re so incompetent, aren’t you?” Natasha mocked, prodding her fingers further into Wanda’s mouth as her left hand found yours, still foolishly stimulating your clit. She was determined to aid you, knowing you were hopeless without their touch.

Her hand pressed over yours, each finger lining over the other as she controlled them over your cunt. Still in sleep and relishing your sensual dream, your hips bucked in response to her guidance. It felt real in your blurry mind.

A sole finger was thrust into your tight hole, each stroke produced slowly. You whined in your sleep, still craving for something that wouldn’t leave you at the brink of orgasm, but enough to reach climax.

The mere sight of her lovers so beautiful, so helpless, so feeble under her control. Natasha offers her gratitude to whoever allowed paths to crossed. For her to meet you and together, meet Wanda. Forever, drips from her sinful tongue so sweetly and honestly—to love, to protect, to pleasure.

Natasha doesn’t fitter away from admiring your glistering cunt, entirely clear for her ravenous eyes. She was unable to avert her gaze as her hand moves over yours.

As always, Natasha declared while scrutinising your efforts.

Your hands were useless at pleasuring yourself, if not for her guidance and some unexpected moments, under Wanda’s guidance. Her hand itched to grasps your supple breast, to pinch your nipples and taste you wholly in her mouth, to hear the helpless pleads fell from your mouth.

A blabbering mess—similar to Wanda, who gags at the sudden thrust of Natasha’s hand. But she doesn’t stop, her tongue continues to suck and nibble on her lover’s digits till she was pleased. Natasha tucks her bottom lips between her teeth, lust filled eyes glued on Wanda’s breast that bounces at the subtle movement to wake pleasure between her thighs.

It's pitiful, she conveyed to the witch’s mind and heard Wanda’s breath hitch. Her gaze travel downward, Wanda’s unshaven cunt doesn’t hide the wetness that gleams under faux light or the way her core was perceptible while crossed legs, exposing her arousal for her lover’s eyes. Natasha’s mouth waters at the sight.

“Good girl,” Natasha’s fingers curls in Wanda’s mouth, before pulling them out with a pop. A line of drool glides the corner of Wanda’s mouth.

Her darken eyes, an endless abyss of dusky viridescent—admires her lovers. Two witches, so powerful and so hopeless under her control. She clenched around nothing and slowly spread her legs apart, enough for her saliva coated fingers to slip between.

Wanda’s eyes widened as her round eyes unashamedly watch the fingers she sucked, disappeared in an auburn bush, the shade few notch darker than lover’s head of hair. She shifted slightly, inspecting the way Natasha thrust her own fingers into her hole, and thumb rubbing her clit chaotically. Wanda averted her gaze grudgingly when she heard your mouth released a loud moan, then stared at the double penetration of Natasha’s hand over yours. The spy’s skilled fingers curls on both ends, for you, and for her own pleasure.

It wakes a deprivation inside her body and a pleading desire which Natasha answered, “Show me.”

Show me how wet you are—repeats in her mind as her trembling hand fell over her cunt with a smack, then again. Wanda immerses herself in the sting which made her cunt throb for more. Whispers of praises aids her into slipping her two fingers between her folds, the tips of her fingers teasing her tight hole. Her eyes shut closed with the murmurs of a dream which you presumed was just that.

Moans bounced off the old walls while sloshing sounds propelled them into thrusting deeper into their cunt, the feeling almost foreign to them, and altogether with you. While wrist ached for what seemed like hours of glorious pleasure, you haven’t dare hindered your action or wake from your induced sleep.

“Are you close?” Natasha moaned, her fingers rubbing intensely on her clit. “Fuck, come for me,” she ushered, eyes trained on Wanda as she increased her pace.

Wanda felt the tight knot formed, seconds way from utmost orgasm. She gazed into the soften eyes of her lover, those sweet praises seeps into her mind as she slowly comes undone. Her motion slacks, body hunched at the tingling sensation that erupts, and a hazy smile took place on her face. Sweat trickles down her skin from the heat of bodies finally achieving their rightful indulgence.

Natasha, on the other end, hasn’t reach her wanting climax. She removes her fingers with a whimper, extending her hand to where Wanda’s mouth readily accepts those fingers drenched in arousal. Wanda moves her mouth, forward and back, downing the entirety of her lover’s juice.

Without a warning, Natasha pulled her fingers out of Wanda’s mouth and slammed them back into her tight hole. The warmth mix with wetness bridge her pleasure as her walls enclosed around her fingers. Her continuous thrust becomes sloppy. The uncontrollably moans falling from your mouth draw their attention to you.

Your stomach felt heavy, like you were seconds away from exploding in sheer ecstasy. It doesn’t dither your teasing touch, as your dream slowly fades and your eyes flutters open.

“Malyshka?” Wanda whispered in awed.

It seemed alluring—as your hand moved faster, even quicker than Natasha’s aided stimulation. You observed her skin glistering with sweat, pupils dilated with clear present of lust then you noticed Natasha’s hand over yours, and her facial expression matched with your other lover.

Natasha removes her fingers out of her clamping hole, and takes a deep breath at the empty feeling inside her. “This was—” and she halted the words that left her mouth, in response of seeing your puzzled expression. “Oh, poor baby,” she purred, slowly leaning lower to meet your face and pressing a haste kiss on your lips.

Her slick coated fingers jammed into your mouth seconds after, as you sucked on her, eyes shutting close at the taste that sweep your tastebuds. Wanda follows her lover’s advance and laid by your side with her head perched on her palm.

You felt their breast pressed on your skin, the bumps at every thrust, skin layered with sweat, and the smell—your moaned at that. It felt like a dream come true, the best way to wake, the best way to stay with them.

“You’re taking me so good,” Natasha praised, then meeting the equally enthralled eyes of Wanda. “I think she can take more,” she said, or more so, command.

Wanda doesn’t refuse her lover’s indication as her fingers teased her cunt, collecting her wetness in turn of pressing them to your mouth. Their digits were ramped into your mouth, curling and smiling as you gagged.

Reality seeps into your mind from their touch, from the praises that neared your edge as you come undone. Your mouth doesn’t stop its ministration on their fingers till they pulled their fingers out, and allowed you the chance to breathe and speak in blurred words.

“How,” you gasped, chest heaving as your breast budges at that notion. Natasha cups one breast with her hand, and palm your erected nipples before pinching them between her wet fingers.

Natasha’s fixation on your breasts, the manner she massages your breast then wrapping her mouth around your nipple, which action drew a hefty moan from your mouth—doesn’t offer your needed answer. Only pleasure made your mind blank from what you had sought from them.

“I missed you,” Wanda professed, and firmly kisses your moist lips. “I had to see you. Natasha said you’ve been sad. Is that true?”

You vaguely nodded your head. The mist of your dreams, your reality, and your sheer bliss state, doesn’t offer more.

“Awe, our baby’s so senseless,” Natasha mocked, her mouth leaves a line of saliva as she moves to your neglected breast. Your breath hitched at that, hand immediately falling on her head and urging her to suck on your nipple.

Wanda giggles with a look of content for finally having her lovers together, and misery would cease to exist. Her head softly rest on your collarbone, allowing the best view of Natasha relishing the feel of your breast in her mouth, and her own hand trails down your abdomen.

It doesn’t—it wouldn’t stop, and you happily bestowed your body to their starved touch to compensate for days apart.

And for once, after a long while, your heart found peace. When yearning was met with the smiles on their face, and concealed with every kiss. When home is found again.

A snowstorm had accumulated few feet of snow outside. Warnings were transmitted beforehand, though, it wasn’t something feared among heroes known to fighting the most mysterious presences. Besides, heroes and villains alike were cleverly trained in such situations. Natasha’s years training provided a sense of relief for possible causes after, while Wanda’s crimson gleam with the combination of your violet glow, was powerful enough.

In other words, you were equipped with the best team.

The horrendous weather nor the target on your head and theirs, could interfere the reunions of lovers. Holidays promised together were cramped in an old trailer. Several gifts were scattered around with a playful game amid its discovery. It was orchestrated for each individual’s inner child, and for hearts to feel better than what was expected outside this little heaven.

A Christmas hat was adorned on your head for the sake of holiday spirit in the middle of January. The horribly tuned radio played familiar melodies, some known, and some unfamiliar.

It was chilly inside, with the few blows of warmth from the heater. The weather wasn’t blamed, when clothes had failed to reach your body or theirs. Since Wanda’s arrival, nudity was the proposed option. Neither wishing for any material to create a barrier what they deemed as a beautiful sight, and you happily agreed, just steaming with the thought of seeing them walking around in their bare skin.

The graze of nude skin while walking close in compact trailer, ignited a fire within, or when a wet patch was left on the faux leather seat that gawked at her. And Natasha expertly lifted you over the counter, spreading your thighs apart as she devoured you.

“Baby, you’re so wet,” Natasha would mumble into your heated core. “Always,” offered as a whisper, where Wanda gawked at your defenceless state.

In a day, you had spent several times in the same position that your brain failed to remember the count. Complains never fell from your mouth, even when Natasha guided Wanda to thrust her tongue into your sensitive cunt. The continuous ministration left your body buzzing, tired, and craving them in every way.

Everything felt perfect.

Better than living among others, and only snatching few hours or if you’re lucky, few minutes of time together. But this life, it granted freedom that wasn’t timed.

Time with them made you giddy throughout the day and night. If not your beaming smile, your throat would burn from pleading and your mouth wide open as they teased your body; insensitively twisting your nipples, prodding your tight holes but never allowing the pleasure of filling you, the faint licks over your heated core that made your hips buck into their face—to only have them draw back.

Greedy, that’s what they’d say.

As if you haven’t allowed them the authorization to do as they pleased to your body. But you played according to their demand for your own pleasure.

Even when you find yourself in the most compromised position.

The morning had woken differently. Sun gleaming through the window, rays of golden shone on Wanda’s face that roused her—and where she met the sight of Natasha’s fingers lazily circling her clit, and your head resting on her thigh. You had settled on admiring the way Wanda’s body reacted to your lover’s teasing touch.

“Let’s play in the snow,” Wanda had proposed, with a glint her eyes that could either mean the worse or the best. “Malyshka, don’t you wanna play in the snow?” she diverted her attention solely to you, and you tentatively answered with a nod.

After that—you found yourself alone, and completely nude, abiding to the rule made. Except for your boots cladded feet. Nevertheless, your figure was hidden by prominent trees around, and absolute isolation. Disapproval that fell from your mouth on attempting something potential risky was persuaded by cold hand palming your heat, and the warning after.

“You’re not a naughty, are you?” Natasha spoke lowly, easily leaving your cunt drenched. “Santa doesn’t like naughty girls,” she whirred, half expecting for your rebuttal.

“But Christmas is over…” you uttered, and winced when your nipples was pinched. “Fuck,” you cursed, noticing the thread of red circling your breasts.

Wanda pressed her nude front against your back, and the feel of her perky breast had rendered you speechless. You could feel the heat emitting from her lower region as her hips bucks froward—till the interruption was made to carry forward with their plan.

It started with a playful game of snowball which led to hide and seek. You counted the numbers till fifty before searching for your lovers. It was the little act of innocence that overlooks the horrendous memories. And the clear indication that their thoughts were laced with things much explicit.

However, you were left alone with the thoughts of them. You had easily recognised it as Wanda’s new tricks of depicting them in the most compromising position. Those visuals pulses in your mind, while you tried—

It wasn’t wrong, you had justified. They roused the thrilling sensation that flushed your skin. It was them who drove such compelling images into your mind. They were to blame for the slick coating your thighs, and the shivers of your legs when wind blew.

They, fell from your mouth as incomplete excuses when patience narrowed and your hand provoked to satisfy the throbbing ache. Your helpless moans were muffled with your hand. You could hear the wetness from your cunt, as the image of them coax your perverted intentions. The fear of being caught, barely crossed your mind.

That, you failed to perceive the sound of broken twigs or the gasped upon seeing your shameless act of masturbating in your lonesome.

Natasha’s hold on Wanda’s hand tightens. They perceived the scene as expected. Assumptions were made between them, one for you to find them and discover their surprise while the other on your inability to stray away from your sinful thoughts.

Together, your lovers had crafted the best surprise for missed holidays. A little game embarked between three, and where hiding would further lead you to those surprises. Natasha had doubted you would do so, not after Wanda’s idea of planting such images into your mind.

Thus, Natasha doesn’t sympathise when she aggressively shoved you back against the tree’s trunk. The coarse texture scratches your bare skin and you cringed at the feeling, before realising the consequences of your action would hurt far more.

“This isn’t hide and seek,” Natasha’s voice edge with irritation, while Wanda stood behind with enthusiasm. “We had a very special surprise for you, but…” she trailed, and a devilish smirk graced her face.

It evoked something between fear and lust for your mistreatment—and you were drenched at the idea.

Natasha pushed your hand away from tiresome ministration, and spread your legs apart. “You’re so naughty, aren’t you?” she pestered. “Since you want everyone to see you like this, then let’s put on a show.”

The sight was shameless if viewed from an outsider—your body trembling from the cold and aching for her, despite her kneeling position, she was still in full control.

Natasha pressed her tongue flat against your puffy cunt that throbbed in response. She doesn’t wait for your familiarity to ease as her finger slide pass your folds and into your entrance. Wanda unreservedly watches her lover fucked you mercilessly, and she found her own pleasure amplified.

You breathed heavily, any attempt of gaining control or holding her shoulder was hindered by wisps of red. Whimpers fell from your mouth and they made a sound too, the hum of approval and pride.

It was great, they’d mutually agreed. To have you in their own way, without limitation or fearing the worse of life.

Though, the punishments were better.

“Please…” you begged, speech left hanging helplessly as a loud smack on your thigh made you shut your mouth.

“Natty says no,” Wanda beamed, waving her hand as red wisps twirls around your breast and you felt the instant stimulation.

Natasha continued her ministration with her fingers and her mouth, the taste of your juice filled her with utmost joy and pleasure. Your body limped against the tree’s trunk, indifferent of the course texture that would leave your skin with a rash.

And you accepted that—the utter control they had over your body, the heat woken in your stomach for them, the pulses of undying need by their name.

Besides, the next hour would prove the best of all little memories expand into one.

You would find yourself bring carried in Natasha’s sturdy arms, your hand would shamelessly trace the clear-cut muscles on her body. Wanda would cling herself on Natasha, her hand accidentally touching your sensitive parts and—

You would find their surprise. The gifts of missed days and gifs for coming days. Decorations that would brighten the timeworn attire of an old trailer. They would watch you happily engulf in a world of three, and love would bloom so beautifully.

What may occur in the coming days or months were feeble thoughts, that couldn’t ruin the embrace of lovers.

#winter things #wandanat x reader #wandanat x you #wandanat x reader imagine #wandanat x reader smut

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lured-into-wonderland · 7 months ago

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She was becoming anxious. Perplexed even. Regulus (Nunnally was sure the white donkey was her husband) was behaving oddly. As if it wasn’t Regulus after all. He seemed to be watching her quietly; judging (and criticizing) her every move and yet speaking nothing. Regulus Corneas who didn’t talk? That couldn’t have been happening! She wouldn’t have been surprised if he attempted, but failed and instead let out some donkey sounds, but this…!?

This was different. This was odd. This was scary.

She still tried to behave reasonably. To prepare them some nice breakfast (or rather snack). She still talked to him waiting for Regulus to r e a c t in the way he should have been acting. But…

…all that was in vain…

Regulus Corneas (aka the white donkey) was QUIET. Did it mean d a n g e r? Did it mean he was going to snap at her? Or perhaps to punish her? Or something else that she wouldn’t like. But it wasn’t coming either…Instead there was silence. Silence that made Nunnally more and more terrified. Silence that made Nunnally thinking she was losing her senses.

Because WHAT IF? What if it wasn’t her husband? What if all her assumptions were wrong and the Witch of Greed had not changed the Sin of Greed into that cute animal in front of her? WHAT IF it wasn’t Regulus that was cursed, but her Nunnally? Perhaps she was seeing the white donkey, but in reality she was only seeing him in that form. What if Regulus was still a human, a man of the extraordinary beauty, and her eyes didn’t show her the true reality?

-- (Though most likely he would do something about her insulting talk then.) --

WHAT IF she was abducted and imprisoned in some odd reality? Trapped in this castle with the silent donkey as her only companion? Was it the Witch’s doing (for that her, Nunnally, had never wanted to fully abandon Regulus)? That still wouldn’t be the worst option. But perhaps it was the doing of Regulus's true enemies. And Echidna's? Did they have same enemies, by the way? What if it was someone who despised her husband and the witch? After all, there were many going after the cult (not that she truly cared about the cult). There were many who wanted their ultimate destruction. Their death perhaps. They were never strong enough to achieve it, but what if…!?

WHAT IF!

And it wasn’t that she was that unimportant (and definitely not innocent). Even if it was Regulus who had seduced her. She was a fair maiden and these were the easiest to blame. What was going to happen next?

She opened and closed her eyes. Quickly. As if she was wanted to check if something was to change if she had blinked furiously. But no! No matter what she did, there was always a white donkey eating the cookies and slurping his tea!

“Regulus!” – she cried in sudden panic. Although he probably wouldn’t hear her too focused back there to leave their prison.

Echidna. Perhaps Echidna was her only hope.

“Echidna…” – she whispered; but how the witch was supposed to hear her? Although in one reality, she was just there, in other she was only visiting her in dreams. Dreams! Should she fall asleep?

“Is it a dream…” – she whispered – “A nightmare…”

She blinked again and again and again…until she gave up.

“I’ve got a headache…” – it was not clear if she said that to the donkey or to herself – “I need to lay myself down in my chambers…”

“If I still have chambers at all…”

#regulus #nunnally #fallesto #[ mentioned: echidna. ]#i like this small idea #that nun considers echidna her friend #though is she really?#maybe it's something echidna doesn't know...

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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Can I request a Larissa weems x genderfluid reader.

R is also a shape shifter and ends up screwing Larissa on one of their masc days however neither of them realise that r can get Larissa pregnant. So a couple months later when Larissa starts getting morning sickness it leads to an oh shit moment between the two and they both start freaking out about knowing nothing about kids. Marilyn finds them freaking out and reminds them that their both idiots cause they've dedicated their lives to teaching/guiding outcast children and have been acting parents to them for years.

Hey my dear anon! I tried my best with this please let me know if something doesn’t fit the gn r role. It’s my first time writing for that and I don’t have much experience but I’m hoping my research has helped some.

Could we be mothers

*Authors note~ this is my first attempt at a fic like this so please let me know if there's anyways I could improve for the future also would like to dedicate this to my favourite couple who helped me to accept myself. for who I am and wish their newborn daughter E.R.H on the 5•03•23! A very happy welcome to the world little one <3 she’s absolutely gorgeous and a sign that anyone can be a parent as long as they have love and care in their hearts*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy wlw pregnancy ?mentions of smutt

Prompt~ see the ask^^

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Gender always seemed like a funny concept to you. One you had battled with for so many years. Yet not only did you have to battle with accepting yourself, you had to battle with the acceptance of others. Ultimately that was the worst part. Knowing not everyone would accept you for yourself was ultimately heartbreaking. You spent years being misgendered and called some of the most hateful names by some of the people who were meant to love and care for you the most.

That's why when you met the goddess of a women that was Larissa Weems, you felt as if the lords above had blessed you with your very own angel. Someone to love, hold and cherish you for who you truly were. Larissa will always be a dream come true for you. She loved you like no other ever had. You were learning what you should've learned years ago, what love actually felt like. Your ability and your gender were just two of the reasons you had been through hell and back. The fact that Larissa was also a shape shifter took that fear away. Then she was the most accepting over your gender, even helping you pick out some more masculine looking clothes for the days you didn't feel comfortable in your body.

Your relationship with Larissa is quite simply amazing, in every single aspect, the fact you could shift parts of your body made certain aspects of the relationship so much more interesting. It allows you to feel everything just as a typical cis man would. That made it even more special knowing you were both able to enjoy the act. Plus you didn't have to worry about pregnancy. That's a win win right? Well that's what you thought.

Larissa had called you into the bathroom sounding absolutely terrified, instantly you were up and racing to join her. She had curled herself up into a ball against the wall, head resting on her knees as she sobbed quietly. Something was wrong. "Ris?" You murmured taking in the scene in front of you. All she did was hand you a little white test. A test? You glanced down at the test, it had two blue lines. Immediately your brain recognised what was happening. But it can't? Surly? How could this happen? I mean you knew how but how exactly.

You made your way to gather Larissa in your arms, externally seeming calm and collected but internally you were freaking out. Could you be a parent? A mom? Or dad? What would you even prefer to be? Larissa would be a stunning mother, you knew that. You saw how she doted on the students, loving and supporting them every day. But you? How could you be a good parent when you had no experience in the matter. Your own childhood wasn't a great one, could you be any different?

What did a baby even need? Would you hold it correctly? What if it was a boy? How would you explain things typically a father would? Neither of you had any experience with babies. Both having your own set of challenges, yet this child would be yours and Larissa's. They would be absolutely stunning you knew that. There was no doubt they would be the most perfect baby to ever exist and oh so loved. But sometimes loving someone means letting them go. If you didn't feel like you could be a good parent then why would you subject an innocent child to an inadequate parent?

Little did you know Larissa was having similar thoughts and the thoughts of guilt. Would you stay with her? Would you be mad? Would you blame her? Or worse would you think she had cheated? Obviously you would never assume that, you knew how much she loves you. You lost count of how long you sat together, holding each other and reassuring the other that you weren't mad or leaving.

Marilyn had been searching for Larissa, school related issue, yet she seemed to come up empty handed so made her way to your private quarters. Neither of you had heard her entrance to the room and she didn't call out, absolutely stuck in your own world. It was a gasp that drew your attention, Marilyn stood with a big smile, spotting the little white test. You glanced between her and Larissa and shook your head in a silent cue. Marilyn understood instantly that you were both doubting yourself and abilities. She instantly began showering you with praises and kind words. Truly she knew you both would be amazing parents to this little one.

"Y/n, Larissa, this baby will be so loved you don't have to worry, I see you both with the students here. You love, support and cherish them. Many of the students view you as chosen family. And I know that because they have told me. In fact a few have even slipped calling you mum or dad when referring to you. And having a little one of your own, both of you, will be the most precious gift. So how about we stand up wipe our tears so I can congratulate two of the most amazing friends I have." Her tone leaving no room for argument and you couldn't help but laugh pulling Larissa to her feet gently. You both really were being silly, of course you would be amazing parents and this baby would be so very loved. You would stand by Larissa every day and raise your baby together in a home, well school, filled with love.

Word count ~ 1129

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #principleweemsxreader #principal weems #larissa x you #Larissa x gn reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #thanks anon!#anon response #anon request #send anons #anons welcome

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marsalaqueen · 2 years ago

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Ok, I have a sad theory about Alex Turner's relationships with his women and his music, that is, I hope, not 100% true. And I do want to share it with you!

The concept is that Alex takes only inspiration from his girlfriends for the new albums, write lyrics about them, but not really love them. And the only person whom he is in love with is Miles Kane.

Before we start I'd like to say that I don't wanna blame or offend anyone. I personally do not know any of the people described below and I can be wrong about them. I respect everything they do, and in fact I sympathize with absolutely every character. All the thoughts described below came to my mind only during a small investigation of some Alex's texts, which hooked me with their references even though sometimes they are not obvious.

Sooo, let's begin with Johanna Bennett. They were dating in 2005-2007, Alex was 19, for sure just a kid. The development of Arctic Monkeys has just begun, first album, first fame and fans confession. In fact, there is little information about them on the Internet, and the only thing I found was what he recorded with her "Fluorescent Adolescent". I can't say anything about specifically her influence on the first albums, because the press did not really catch their relationship. Then let's slowly move on to the favorite of most fans Alexa Chung.

Alexa was a real match. Their names, appearance and magnetic charisma spoke for themselves. They were dating from 2007 to 2011, Humbug and Suck It and See were released in this period (Favorite Worst Nightmare was recorded before her). And if in Humbug I can’t clearly trace any references (except perhaps Crying Lightning), then SIAS is one continuous declaration of love to Alexa. It has a lot more melancholic, romantic, incredibly touching songs - «She’s Thunderstorms», «Reckless Serenade», «Piledriver Waltz», «Love Is a Laserquest», «Suck It and See» and others. There is no doubt that the main source of inspiration was Alexa. And when Alex performed live She’s Thunderstorms after their split, the bitter pain was felt throughout the song. I mean, read some lyrics from SIAS:

Your love is like a studded leather headlock

Your kiss it could put creases in the rain

You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock

And those other girls are just postmix lemonade;

The type of kisses where teeth collide

When she laughs, the heavens hum a stun gun lullaby

Those twinkling vixens with the shining spiral eyes

Their hypnosis goes unnoticed when she's walking by

And I do believe that Chung was his last true love. Some sort of a special chemistry could be seen between them, a strong real feeling. Alexa was loving, easy and sincere, just like SIAS.

But after only a month in 2011 he started dating Arielle Vandenberg, a Hollywood actress. With her they had their best (commercially and judging by the love of the audience) album AM. IT was cheeky, luxurious, sexy - posh as an American dream, whose incarnation can be called Arielle. She was in R U Mine? and One For The Road clips (maybe even in some more), she is definitely his Arabella starting at least from the leopard coat that she often wore. In a word, she fit well into the concept of AM. They also looked cute with him, drinking together in bars and wearing damn cool Halloween costumes. And, more importantly, she got along with the rest of the members, as did Alexa, by the way!

Several months passes and Alex is in a relationships again - this time with a model Taylor Bagley, the most chaotic and crazy one (in a good way). After stunning success of AM Monkeys are taking a hiatus, and Alex starts having fun with Miles. We come to the intriguing part. During their relationship with Taylor, they are recording a new album with TLSP, which, in addition to the sound of vintage soul with strings, is also very romantic and poignant. What they did with Miles on stage is another story, but we'll get to that later. So, he and Taylor got paired tattoos with their names, he literally wrote at least "Sweet Dreams, TN" about her (Although being born in Oklahoma, she states in interviews that she considers herself a Nashville, Tennessee, native and she has a piercing in her nose), by the way, she also made a tattoo with the name of this song. Together with Miles they hang out at her house with a pool and dog; she is in "Bad Habits" clip, and in general they are real safely threesome. They are crazy, drunk and happily doing some odd things, like the 2nd TLSP album.

And finally we are coming to the most provocative part. Louise Verneuil. I will not say whether he cheated on Bagley with her or not, but the time between the breakup and the new relationship was negligible. Rumors say that Louise was almost in his dressing room backstage while he was still in a relationship with Taylor. So, so far, their relationship with the French singer is the longest he's ever had (2018-till now). Visually, I am insanely impressed with how they look together, they complement each other incredibly, if only because Louise is finally lower than him ahahaha. She is petite and flirtatious, infused with the spirit of the 70s and Jane Birkin. Look at her clips (Love Corail, Desert and etc.), and then at the Car....

Yes, he produced some videos for her, so maybe they are similar. But his style of Alain Delon, the image of the horny teacher of geography from the 70s, scarves at concerts and so on - all this gives off the atmosphere of Louise. For example, a There'd Better Be a Mirrorball clip, in which, by the way, there is Louise as well.

The only thing that confuses everyone is her bad relationship with fans (I saw a screenshot of the correspondence somewhere, where she rudely asked the girl to remove the photo with Alex from her stories), scandals with likes on posts about rape, photos of Alex once in a while a year, and the absence of Alex's sincere smile next to her, let's be honest. And one important notice - he stopped celebrating Halloween with Louise, which he apparently loved very much, as he always carefully approached the choice of costume (my favorite is Florence and the Machine with Arielle, it's fantastic)

Let's sum up a little. 1) Since 2005 Alex cannot be without a relationship for more than 4-5 months, which is not normal obviously. He seems to be afraid of being alone, thinking that he will not find inspiration for a new album, or, in principle, he has a fear of loneliness. 2) Vibes of all his albums are a reflection of his girls. Next to them he changes also. 3) Remember the evolution of his images, in addition to age and interests, the style of girls also influences him. With Alexa, it’s simple T-shirts and old jeans, while she is in plain dresses and shorts with knee socks; with Arielle he is in tight pants and leather jackets, and she is in extravagant coats and heels; with Taylor he is in colorful suits and flared pants, and she is in very short tops with pink hair; with Louise he is in corduroy jackets and white shirts, whilst she in vintage jeans and flowing blouses - boom, all matches! 4) Obviously he has a type of girls with a square face, blond hair and bangs. The only one who deviated much from this type was Taylor. 5) I have not seen him hugging, laughing and kissing someone the way Miles Kane does, next to whom he literally glows, not afraid to show himself, not afraid to be real, foolish, but really himself.

Perhaps happiness loves silence and Alex, as a not very public person, keeps all the feelings between him and his woman, but he is too open next to Miles, not afraid to show his feelings in public, which raises some doubts.

I would like to write a separate final post about Al and Miles, if it is necessary at all. Please let me know if any of this resonated with you, and if I can flesh out any of these points to you in more detail, I will do so with pleasure!

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #miles kane #alexa chung #louise verneuil #arielle vandenberg #taylor bagley #milex #tlsp2 #theory #relationship

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Hiii! I have a Hailee X Fem!Reader request. R and Hailee have to attend an interview for a new movie that they are both starring in (as love interests), and R is inexperianced with make-up as she's new to fame. R seeks Hailee's help, the girl accepts. Probably the best and worst choice R has ever made... On one hand, she got to spend more time with her crush. One the other hand she was in very close proximity with her gorgeous crush, while said crush was gently cupping her face mere inches away.

HAILEE STEINFELD x READER

MAKEUP ARTIST FOR A DAY

A/N: HELLO HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! I'M HERE WITH ANOTHER TUMBLR REQUEST!

I just want to say how much grateful I am for each one of you reading, liking and commenting my stories, it truly means a lot. ❤️.

As always, sending love to all of you guys. ❤️.

Summary: Y/N and Hailee are co-stars and they are about to do promote their movie. This interview is Y/N's first one, so when her makeup artist couldn't be there, she freaks out, but a certain brunette is there to save the day. Feelings and a few other things ensue.

Warnings: just a little bit of an heavy make out session.

Word count: 4967 words.

A black van pulled over and parked in front of a tall building, the back door opened and Y/N walked out of the car with her sunglasses on to shield her eyes from the bright and shiny sun of New York during this beautiful spring day.

She walked into the building where her first interview ever will take place. Saying that Y/N was nervous was an understatement. This was the life she had always dreamed. She worked really hard, starting with small parts on independent movies, enduring a lot of bittersweet ‘no’s before getting a part on a movie that immediately gained a great audience when everyone discovered Hailee Steinfeld was casted as the main character alongside her.

Y/N being the fangirl that she is of course knew who Hailee was and she pretty much screamed for 5 minutes straight when she read the news Hailee was gonna be a part of the cast and started following her. Speaking of which, did Y/N mention she had a crush on her co-star? To be completely honest, she already had a tiny crush on her before landing a role in a movie with her, but once she met her and the two became friends, the infatuation only increased each single day making Y/N a blushing, lovesick puppy every time she was in the same room with Hailee. And did she mention the two had to play a couple? Kissing her was the best and the worst thing at the same time. She got to kiss her but she knew they were faking it for the cameras. Well at least she wasn’t faking it.

Y/N arrived in front of her designated dressing room and took a moment to let in the sign hung on the wooden door with her name written on it. Holy shit, I really made it. I made my dream come true. Y/N was ready to slap the dumb grin she was sure she had on her face but her phone chiming in prevented her to harm herself and pulled out of her reverie. The Y/H/C girl shook her head and grabbed the doorknob to enter the room, before closing the door behind her. She walked over the couch on the left side of her room and sat on it, spending a few moments to appreciate the pleasantly comfort immediately engulfing her, before focusing her attention on her phone. Her grin instantly fell when she read the text message she just received and immediately sat up to start pacing in the silent room to find an instant solution. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Hailee was humming a song she just heard in the car in the oddly silent hallways of the building while strolling towards her dressing room, where she was going to wait before her interview with Y/N started. Her manager texted her that Y/N was already here, so the singer wanted to ask her co-star, and by now best friend, if she wanted to hang out a bit before their interview. She knew this was Y/N’s first interview and she could just picture the girl fidgeting on her seat while her makeup artist got her ready. She smiled at the image and shook her head, stopping in front of Y/N’s dressing room door and knocking gently a few times, hearing a soft ‘come in’ right after.

"Hello hello Y/N/N-" Hailee’s smile immediately dropped when she saw Y/N pacing back and forth with worry written all over her face, phone in her left hand. "What’s wrong?" She immediately crossed the room to stand in front of Y/N and grabbed gently her shoulders to stop her pacing, her hands caressing the skin tenderly to help her relax.

"My agent just texted me. The make-up artist she hired today has the flu and she didn’t find anyone else replace her. Fuck! I don’t know how all of this works, I only know a few simple things about make up so I can’t do it myself! This is my first interview and I can’t go there without make up! Unless you call your makeup artist or do my makeup yourself!"

"Y/N." Hailee spoke up when she noticed the girl wasn’t going to stop her nervous rambling anytime soon and shook her slightly to let her breath and focus on her. "Relax." She saw the girl take a deep breath and nod and the singer smiled at her tenderly.

"Thank you."

"Now-" Hailee clapped her hands together and grinned encouragingly, "are all the things you need for your makeup already here?"

"Yes, over there." Y/N pointed to the vanity on the right side of the room and sighed out dejected.

"Well this is your lucky day miss Y/L/N." Hailee smiled proudly and lifted her chin up like she just solved the most difficult math problem.

"Okay?" Y/N asked hesitantly, eyeing Hailee with uncertainty clear in her Y/E/C eyes. She knew Hailee already got her make up done at home, so her makeup artist wasn��t an option. She wondered what Hailee had in mind.

"I am gonna do your makeup." Hailee hugged a still perplexed Y/N tightly and let them jump in excitement for a few seconds before pulling away and snorting at Y/N’s furrowed eyebrows and confused expression, her body still not moving.

"Really?" Hailee nodded enthusiastically, "are you sure?"

"100% sure! My friend taught me a lot of things about makeup and how to do it myself and to people. I’m pretty good if I do say so myself!" Hailee winked and sauntered towards the box full of makeup and utensils and inspected them. "Come on. You’re gonna look amazing."

Y/N let her worry and anxiety flow out of the body through the deep breath she took and did what the singer told her. She walked towards her friend and sat on the chair in front of the vanity, "are you saying I don’t always look amazing Steinfeld?" Y/N joked with a small smirk and reveled in the small blush the singer tried to cover up by grabbing another chair to sit.

"No." Hailee trailed off on her way back to Y/N with a chair in her hand, and burned her eyes into Y/N’s Y/E/C ones before answering, "you’re breathtakingly beautiful, always."

Y/N didn’t even try to cover up the blush that Hailee’s words triggered and looked down at her hands shyly, not really trusting herself when Hailee stared at her that way. "How charming Steinfeld."

Hailee shrugged her shoulders and sat down as soon as she placed the chair on Y/N’s left, "thank you ma’am." Hailee winked and smiled seductively when she saw Y/N’s cheeks becoming beet red before deciding to give the girl some mercy and starting to search a few items she was gonna use to create a perfect makeup for Y/N.

Y/N decided to retaliate by kissing her cheek and took Hailee by surprise when she started whispering in her ear, "well to be honest, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen." Y/N basked in the crimson color tinting the singer’s cheeks and smiled triumphantly when Hailee dropped a brush and gasped softly under her breath.

The silence that lingered for a few moments later was charged with tension, a pull that was desperately trying to push the two girls impossibly closer but Hailee clearing her throat to get rid of the big lump in her throat and to stop her body buzzing with arousal, dissipated a bit the thick air and brought everything back to normal. Almost. "What are you wearing?"

Y/N knew exactly the meaning behind the question Hailee asked, but she was still riding that previous confidence wave, so she just smirked flirtatiously and rolled a strand of brown hair between her fingers while regarding the girl with a sultry look, "I didn’t know you were so bold Steinfeld. But I’m pretty sure that question is mostly asked through text and it leads to some very interesting places." Hailee immediately flushed hard when Y/N pointed out her choice of words and opened her mouth to sputter out an explanation, but the girl’s voice stopped her, "however I’m always in to test new things out." The smirk that flitted over Y/N’s lips pulled Hailee out of her dirty mind and just now noticed the teasing tone the girl was using.

"Very funny Y/N." Hailee rolled her eyes in fond exasperation and pushed the girl gently on her shoulder when she started laughing that melodious laugh Hailee loved so much. Their proximity was starting to make her head spin out of control. "Anyway, I meant, what are you going to wear for the interview?"

This time Y/N decided to put the jokes aside and focused on not making her make a fool out of herself on her first interview. She sat up from the chair and walked over the clothes stand and grabbed her dress, before pulling it out of the black bag and showing it to Hailee, who pretty much lost all of her saliva at the sight. Y/N was going to wear a strapless light pink dress that Hailee could already picture Y/N in, the dress will hug her perfect curves wonderfully. "What do you think?"

"That is perfect for you." Hailee answered honestly, in her brown eyes shining every single emotion she felt towards the amazing girl she had the privilege of having in her life and calling her best friend. "Now come here, I already have something in mind for your makeup." Y/N placed the dress back on the stand and sauntered towards the brunette, who was searching through the box with her tongue between her teeth and her eyebrows furrowed together in concentration, a sight that Y/N found extremely adorable. As soon as the Y/H/C girl sat on the chair next to Hailee’s one, the singer lifted an eyeshadow up and placed it beside her head to detect if it was the perfect color choice or not.

Hailee murmured a soft ‘no’ before dumping the eyeshadow in the box and searching another one, causing Y/N to chuckle at her dedication, "you are so professional miss Steinfeld." Y/N decided to mock the singer just a bit, wanting to get a reaction from the brunette.

Hailee merely rolled her eyes good-naturedly and nodded gingerly, without pulling her eyes away from the box in front of her, "of course I am! This is your first interview and you’re gonna enchant every single person in the studio with that beautiful dress and my amazing makeup."

"So confident about your makeup artist skills, are you?" Y/N teased some more and bopped the tip of Hailee’s nose when the singer turned back around to place another eyeshadow beside Y/N face, nodding proudly when she found the perfect color.

"Okay, are we ready?"

Y/N nodded enthusiastically with a big grin on her lips and clapped her hands together, "let’s do this. Work your magic on me Haiz!"

Hailee squealed excitedly and proceeded with working on Y/N’s makeup, starting with foundation. She applied everything with meticulous accuracy, wanting to pull a natural look from Y/N and not make everyone notice she was wearing too much makeup. "Okay, we’re done with foundation. Let’s start with your eyes." Hailee placed the brush she used to apply the foundation and the foundation back in the box and grabbed a few more brushes to apply the eyeshadow on Y/N’s eyelids. "You’re too far away." Hailee stated when she tried to let the brush sweep over Y/N’s left eye but her angle wasn’t exactly comfortable, so she moved the chair closer and leaned over, almost knocking herself off her seat but a hand on her side prevented her to fall to the ground.

"Easy there." Y/N chuckled softly, the singer giggling alongside her as she readjusted herself on the chair.

"Okay, let me just-" Hailee asked silently with her hands and eyes pointing at Y/N’s legs, but the Y/E/C girl stared at her confused not really understanding what the girl wanted her to do, but before she could ask her to elaborate her question, she almost gasped loudly when Hailee spread her legs wider and slipped her own legs in, leaning impossibly closer to the girl. She placed the eyeshadow on her left on the table to free her right hand and used it to balance herself on the base of Y/N’s left leg, her palm half on her hipbone half on her thigh, while the other one held the brush with the eyeshadow’s powder on. This time the tiniest gasp left the Y/E/C girl’s lips and she hoped with all herself that the singer didn’t hear her, when Hailee’s face came impossibly close to hers as she got ready to apply the makeup powder on Y/N’s eyelids. "Great! This is so much better."

Hailee went back to work, but she stayed focused for just a few brushes right before she huffed in frustration and drew herself back from Y/N, the girl instantly missing the girl’s warmth, "what? What’s wrong?"

"The position is uncomfortable. I am much closer so it’s a bit better than before, but I still can’t find the perfect balance, I’m too unstable and it will affect my work."

"Try to change your support point." Y/N suggested lightly, shrugging gently with a small smile of encouragement. To be honest Y/N loved and hated Hailee’s hand placement. The warmth radiating from it was sending shock waves throughout her body before settling in her lower stomach. Hailee hummed in thought and collected more powder before coming back closer to Y/N’s face, this time moving her hand up Y/N’s body and stopping it at the neck, her thumb right under her jaw. "Better?" Y/N asked in a strained voice, feeling out of breath.

"So much better." Hailee whispered in a dedicated haze, her tongue back between her teeth as she focused on blending the eyeshadows perfectly. While Hailee worked her magic, Y/N’s brain decided to analyze the singer’s prior move. She understood Hailee needed a more stable point to grip onto while applying her makeup, but what sent Y/N’s mind spiraling out of control in a haze of feelings and gay panic was her hand slowly skidding up her body. She couldn’t find an explanation as to why Hailee’s fingers brushed her side sensually before she settled her hand on the side of her neck other than the gesture was made to reduce her a puddle of gay feelings. Before her mind could spiral some more into dangerous territory, Hailee spoke up, "are you excited for your first interview?"

"Oh my god yes! So so much!" Y/N replied as soon as she stuffed all of her dirty and mushy thoughts into the back of her mind and smiled brightly at the singer, "I hope I won’t make a fool out of myself." Y/N quipped in a light tone, but Hailee knew better. During the last months of shooting she had the privilege of getting to know Y/N on a deeper level and to become best friends, she knew when Y/N tried to belittle her feelings or herself, a bad habit Hailee was trying to help Y/N getting rid of since she caught on it.

"Stop, you’ll do great! You are such an amazing person. Always so cheerful, witty and genuine. Your authentic self is a ball of energy that everyone will love. I know you’re nervous, this is basically your launch pad and everyone will finally know who Y/N Y/L/N is, but if you stay true to yourself, everyone will fall in love with you, just li-" Hailee stopped her own speech abruptly, meeting Y/N’s curious eyes for a brief second before pulling away and focusing on locating the eyeliner. The unfinished phrase and the singer’s elusive behavior prickled Y/N’s interest to no end, wanting at all costs to know what Hailee was going to say.

"What?" She asked softly, not wanting to startle the tense girl as she searched around the box, but the brunette simply ignored her as she located the eyeliner and drew closer once again to apply it.

"Don’t move, this is a delicate moment." Hailee avoided Y/N’s question and resumed her previous position, grasping Y/N’s neck again and tilting her head a bit for a better angle to apply the eyeliner.

"I won’t move, I promise." Y/N assured the girl and her words were enough to spur the girl in action.

"Close you eyes." Y/N obliged docilely and waited just a few moments before asking the question once again, fighting with all herself in focusing on speaking without stuttering due to the dangerous proximity of Hailee’s face to her own.

"You didn’t answer my question." Y/N was shocked with how lower than usual her voice was, but enjoyed very much the goosebumps she saw appear on Hailee’s skin causing her to smirk inwardly.

"What question?" Hailee tried to play dumb, but from the crimson blush adorning her cheeks and her strained voice she knew Y/N didn’t buy her lie, not even for a second.

"I asked what you were going to say. You didn’t finish your sentence." Y/N explained patiently, maintaining a calm face when inside she impatiently wanted to know at all costs Hailee’s thoughts.

"Oh- that." Hailee exclaimed as she finished her work on Y/N’s left eye and started on the right one, "I was going to say-" Hailee swallowed thickly at the lump of nervousness that formed in her throat and fidgeted in her spot.

"C’mon Haiz, it’s me. You know you can tell me anything." Y/N spurred Hailee on, knowing the girl was visibly having some trouble on completing her prior sentence. "I won’t judge you, I promise."

Hailee was biting on her bottom lip, debating on how to express her thoughts without spilling her feelings for the girl like she almost did just moments ago. "I-I-" Just when Hailee was going to pull a joke to deflect Y/N’s attention on her words, resolution filled her body as butterflies flew around in her stomach when Y/N’s eyes strayed down and followed with an hungry gaze the movement her tongue did when she slipped it out to lick and wet her dry lips. "I was gonna say- everyone will fall in love with you-" she trailed off as she stopped her movements altogether on Y/N’s right eye to make the girl meet her gaze. Y/N opened her eyes as soon as she felt the girl halting her work and almost fell out from the chair when Hailee’s magnetic brown irises held a mix of determination and affection as they stared intently into her own Y/E/C hues. "Just like I did."

And then the world stopped, trapping the two actresses in their own bubble. They both were left speechless as they panicked inwardly for two different reasons. Hailee for spilling her feelings she had hid for so long to the girl and Y/N for not believing what Hailee just admitted. "Y-you- what?" Y/N wanted to slap herself repeatedly at the perfect use of her language skills, but her brain was too much in a mushy haze to form proper words that could be understood.

"Such a way with words miss Y/L/N." Hailee lightened the mood with a joke, using it to cover up her own anxiety and dejection when Y/N seemed far from happy to hear about her admission. She just hoped with all her heart she didn’t screw up their friendship. She was willing to stay just friends with Y/N, she will always be left with always wanting more, but having Y/N in her life as a friend was much better than not having the girl in her life at all. When Y/N didn’t comment on her joke, Hailee merely sighed out woefully and kept on with her work, finishing applying the eyeliner and pulling away to search for a perfect lip shade that matched Y/N’s dress, before turning back around and focusing on those luscious, pink, plump lips she desperately wanted to feel on her own. "Okay, I’m almost done. I just need to apply this." Hailee wiggled the lipstick in her left hand and went to work.

The proximity once again restored, Hailee’s focus on her lips and the soft breath of the singer hitting her cheek in a steady rhythm finally pulled the girl out of her ass and spurred her into action, making her regain her voice and her speaking ability, "you’re gonna hate me for this." Y/N’s low and deep tone surprised the girl, but she admitted she sounded pretty sensual, so she hoped her voice will have an effect on the singer.

The desired effect came in the form of wild goosebumps appearing on the brunette’s skin and Y/N almost beamed at the reaction. Hailee exhaled raggedly and swallowed the lump of pure arousal in her throat at the sultry tone of Y/N’s voice before asking in a soft voice, completely misunderstanding her best friend and letting her fear overwhelm her when it made her completely sure Y/N meant she ruined their friendship for good. "What? Why would I-" Hailee didn’t have the chance to finish her question due to a pair of lips crashing over her own and making her almost fall off the chair, but the brunette steadied up herself and with a soft moan of appreciation kissed the girl back just as hard and eagerly as her hand absentmindedly left the lipstick on the table and slipped her now free hands around the girl’s neck while she spent some time to savor the magnificent taste that was uniquely Y/N. Surprisingly the two didn’t deepen the kiss right away, they wanted to taste the other with meticulous curiosity, letting their lips glide over each other with a slow pace but with thorough precision. Only when the two felt they exploded the other’s craved lips to the fullest they let their tongues slip in their mouths and starting a sensual dance that left both lightheaded and dizzy. Hailee moaned pitifully into Y/N’s mouth when their tongues slid over each other skillfully and felt the girl squeeze her hips greedily at the wonderful sensations their kisses were triggering. She felt like she was floating through space, her body light as a feather but at the same time whole like she finally found the missing piece of her soul.

When air was necessary they separated, lips swollen, chests heaving and shallow breaths, their hearts beating wildly but swelling with pure love when their closed eyes opened at the same time and both met the other’s magnetic gaze in a loving staring contest. "I know it will probably be the most cliché thing to say, but… wow." Y/N stated out of breath, chuckling gently when she saw Hailee snort with a small grin and a gentle shook of her head.

"And still, it’s the most romantic thing you could have said now." Hailee felt the need to reconnect their lips again but insecurities immediately flooded her mind and made her frozen still.

Her eyes must have conveyed her inner debate because a second later Y/N’s right hand skidded up from her hips and settled on Hailee’s neck to pull her slowly back in, murmuring softly on her lips before closing the gap, "come here you big, soft dork." And then their mouths met once again in a more frenzy kiss as they now were done exploring and were simply searching closure.

"You don’t even know how you make me feel." Hailee murmured lowly between kisses, their lungs burning from lack of air but the two weren’t exactly caring about that at the moment, all they cared about was finally expressing through hard, frenzy kisses all their pent up feelings and passion.

"I might have an idea about how you feel." Y/N mumbled back before sinking her teeth on the soft, plump flesh of Hailee’s bottom lip and almost fainted at the raspy whine leaving the girl’s throat at the gesture. Her hands instinctively pulled Hailee closer when she felt the singer’s short nails sinking in her back in a mix of pain and pleasure when their tongues slid back over each other, causing slick sounds to escape their mouths and bounce off the dressing room’s walls.

Y/N was about to pull her other hand from the brunette’s hip and slipping it between their bodies to lay it tentatively on the girl’s chest when a loud knock on the door interrupted them and made them pull away in panic. They stared wide eyed at each other, Y/N frozen on her spot not really knowing how to properly let her body function again, "it’s your dressing room Y/N! Speak up!" Hailee whispered at her with her eyes still wide in shock but with a soft smile tugging at the corner of her lips at the cute sight that was Y/N completely blown away by their make out session.

"Y-" Y/N cleared her throat when she heard her voice was raspy and tried again, speaking up in a loud tone to be heard through the closed door, "yes?!"

"I’m sorry to disturb you miss Y/L/N, but I just wanted to inform you we are going to start in an hour." Y/N recognized the voice immediately, it was the crew manager that welcomed her when she arrived and sighed out in relief when she realized they weren’t in trouble - with a clear mind she would have beat herself up for thinking they were in trouble for kissing in a dressing room with no one around -. She tore her eyes from the closed door and looked back at Hailee, almost swooning when she noticed the girl was staring at her with affection swimming in her brown pools and with her bottom lip trapped between her pearl white teeth.

"Thank you! I’ll be ready on time!" Y/N informed and bid the girl goodbye when she informed her she was going to get her 10 minutes before the interview starts to get her ready with microphones. When she heard the girl’s footsteps walking away from the door, she let out a soft giggle before grabbing a strand of Hailee’s perfect styled hair and played with it between her fingers, "stop looking at me light that Steinfeld. It’s making really difficult not kissing you."

"Well this means it’s working." Hailee countered back with a mischievous smirk, drawing her face closer to Y/N’s one and slipped her tongue out to lick Y/N’s slightly parted lips sensually, "we have an hour. We can do a lot of things in a long hour."

"Very tempting Haiz." Y/N sighed out when the girl’s lips settled on her neck to pepper little nips on her heated skin, squirming wildly on the chair when Hailee bit particularly hard on her pulse point and soothed the bite with her tongue. "Fuck Haiz-"

"Hm, we can do that too." Hailee murmured hotly in her ear right before sucking the girl’s lobe in her mouth and releasing it a few moments later with a loud pop, before focusing on her well-defined jaw, feeling the muscles there twitch under her lips at the blissful and pleasurable attention.

"I’m serious Haiz. Shit- okay please stop. You’re making thinking really hard right now." Y/N pushed Hailee gently on her shoulder but the girl stayed put with her teeth still nibbling on Y/N’s jaw. Only when Y/N grasped a handful of Hailee’s hair and pulled her away from her, the girl whined softly at the pleasurable stinging before relenting with a loud sigh, finally paying attention to the Y/H/C girl. "Don’t stare at me with those puppy dog eyes." Y/N warned with a fond roll of her eyes and a small grin, "I want to keep kissing you and do other things-" Y/N admitted in a rush, feeling her cheeks burn with a crimson blush when Hailee bit once again on her own bottom lip and wiggled her eyebrows seductively, "but I still need to get ready."

"Your makeup is halfway done. You just need to put on the dress and we’re ready to go. It will take 5 minutes tops. Meanwhile we can have 55 minutes to top each other." Hailee reasoned as she inched closer to Y/N’s face, her hands linking behind the Y/E/C girl’s neck while bumping their noses together cutely but staring down with a seductive face on.

"You’re irresistible Haiz, do you know that?"

"So are you Y/N/N. I finally have you. I’m not going to let an interview get in the way." Hailee laid a long, gentle peck on Y/N’s lips, feeling more than hearing Y/N hum in appreciation and with just that she knew Y/N caved in with her seducing ways.

"And it won’t." Y/N pulled away to look at the clock hung on the wall on the door’s left, "we now have 55 minutes left. 30 minutes. Then I’m getting ready."

"50." Hailee counter-offered with a sultry smile, her fingers scratching Y/N’s nape sensually and watched the girl shiver and roll her eyes in pleasure at the gesture.

"45. Last offer." Y/N countered back, wailing out right after when Hailee grabbed a handful of her hair and gripped it hard.

"Deal." Hailee murmured in a low tone before reconnecting their lips once again in the deepest kiss so far and her hand left Y/N’s neck to grasp the girl’s chest greedily, moaning in the Y/H/C girl’s mouth when she felt her doing the same with her left boob. They let their desires take over for the next 35 minutes - 41 to be exact -. Y/N got ready fast after their funny activities but didn’t complain a bit when she just spent a very interesting 41 minutes with the singer and both were excited to know what they could do without a limited time.

They found out right after their interview.

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