#le mercy seat has arrived

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Hold On, We’re Going Home | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x f.Reader

Warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), kissing.

Summary: After attending a charity event with Kylian, who looked dashing in his black suit, you feel particularly needy. Once you arrive home, you realize he hungered for you just as much. 

A/N: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late upload, I got a little bit busy with the semester ending. Hope you enjoy this!

You and Kylian step out of the sleek black car, eyes scanning the grand venue of the charity event you are attending. The charity event is held in a grand ballroom, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and elegant decorations adorning every corner. As you walk through the elegant glass doors, you are greeted by the sounds of live music and the buzz of guests mingling and socializing. The event aims to help children in need, and the cause is close to your hearts. 

The ballroom is transformed into a hub of activity, with auction items displayed on tables, ranging from luxury vacations to one-of-a-kind art pieces. A lavish buffet offers an array of delectable dishes, while a bar serves premium cocktails and wine.

Kylian looks stunning in his black suit, and you send a quick prayer to Tchaga for his impeccable styling and for making your man look so dashing. His broad shoulders fill out the suit perfectly, and his chiselled jawline draws the attention of everyone around him. Noticing the slight tension in his shoulders, you squeeze his hand in comfort. 

"You look incredibly handsome, baby," you say, voice laced with affection.

Kylian smiles, his dark eyes softening with affection. "And you look absolutely breathtaking, mon amour," he replies, his gaze lingering on your red dress. You blush, feeling giddy at this praise. You have spent hours picking out the perfect dress, and you have to admit, it is worth it. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, and the flowing fabric moves gracefully as you walk. Your hair is styled in loose waves, and your makeup is carefully applied to accentuate your features. 

“Kylian! Y/N! Vous êtes là!” shouts Presnel, looking quite dapper in his dark navy suit and diamond studs, greeting you both with a hug and la bise. “Roh là là, regardez-moi ça, le ‘tit Kyks et la jolie demoiselle tout bien habiller.” ("Oh my, look at this, little Kyks and the pretty lady all dressed up nicely.")

Giggling, you return his greeting, happy to see the tall centre-back back on his feet after his injury. “Regarde qui parle, M. Presko avec sa belle ‘tit veste. ” ("Look who's talking, Mr. Presko with his fancy little jacket.")

“Allez, ils nous ont placés sur la même table, celle juste en avant,” informs Presnel, holding out his elbow for you to wrap your hand around. “Je vous en prie, mademoiselle,” shaking your head at Presnel’s antics, you let him escort you to your table while Kylian trails behind, pouting.“Voyons, il veut me voler ma femme, ce mec. ”

Greeting everyone at the table before settling down into your seats, you are looking forward to spending the evening with your husband. Despite his attempt to appear at ease, you can tell that the stress of PSG's losing streak has taken a toll on him. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and he seems to be forcing himself to engage in small talk with the other guests. You place a comforting hand on his thigh and place a soft kiss on his cheek. “Relax, mon bébé. Just enjoy tonight, oui?”, you murmur gently in his ear. Kylian looks at you and gives you a tender smile. “Merci d'être toujours à mes côtés, bébé. Je t’aime.”

As the evening progresses, Kylian's gaze keeps drifting towards you, his wonderful wife. He can't help but feel incredibly lucky to have you by his side. Your presence has a calming effect on him, and he finds himself becoming more relaxed and engaged in the conversation. He laughs at jokes and engages in lively conversation with the other guests, and you can tell that he is starting to unwind.

You can see the way he looks at you, his eyes alight with affection and a hint of lust, lingering on your every move, your skin tingles with a thrilling sensation that feels like a thousand tiny needles pricking at your flesh. His touch becomes more lingering and intimate as the night goes on. You, on the other hand, find yourself becoming more and more drawn to him, your heart beating faster every time he looks your way. The atmosphere between you and Kylian is charged with an unmistakable energy that seems to hum and crackle with a life of its own.

As the night progresses, the tension between the two of you grows steadily stronger, like a coiling spring that threatens to burst at any moment. It is an almost palpable sensation, a heady mix of desire, excitement, and anticipation that seems to fill the air around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of raw emotion.

And yet, despite the intensity of the moment, there is a sense of peace and contentment that lies at the heart of it all. You know, without a doubt, that you are exactly where you are meant to be, with the person you are meant to be with, and that nothing else in the world matters as long as you are together.

You can feel his eyes on you, even when you aren't looking, and you know that he is lost in thought, his mind focused on you and you alone. His gaze is intense, but it isn't invasive or uncomfortable. Instead, it is a warm, loving embrace that makes you feel cherished and adored.

As the event comes to an end, the two of you are alone together in the car. Kylian has his arm around your shoulders, as you snuggle closer to him feeling safe and secure in his embrace. The intensity of his love for you is evident in the way he holds you, his touch gentle yet firm, conveying a sense of deep devotion and commitment. You know that you are cherished beyond measure, and the knowledge fills you with a sense of profound gratitude.

As the car rolls along, the outside world slipping away, Kylian lifts your hand to his lips, planting a gentle kiss on the back of it. The sensation of his warm breath on your skin sends shivers down your spine, and you feel a hot flame of desire flicker to life in the pit of your stomach.

"Je t’aime beaucoup, mon coeur. Je ne sais pas ce que je ferais si tu n’étais pas dans ma vie," he whispers, his voice soft and intimate. The words are like a balm to your soul, soothing the doubts and fears that sometimes creep into your mind, reminding you of just how much you are loved. ("I love you so much, my heart. I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life.")

In that moment, you feel as though you are the only two people in the world, alone together in a bubble of perfect love and contentment. The outside world fades away, replaced by the soft glow of the car's interior and the warmth of Kylian's embrace.

You are so grateful to have found your soulmate in this incredible man, whose love for you is an unbreakable bond that binds you together for all eternity. With each passing moment, your love grows stronger, more enduring, and more profound, a testament to the power of true love to overcome any obstacle.

As you step out of the car and make your way towards the front door, Kylian's hand intertwines with yours, sending a warm shiver down your spine. You turn to look at him and find him gazing at you with an intense hunger in his eyes. In that moment, you realize that you are both feeling particularly needy, the intensity of the emotions that has been building up throughout the evening finally reaching their peak.

You unlock the front door and lead him into the living room, where the lights cast a warm, romantic glow over the room. You turn to face him, and he pulls you close, his arms encircling you in a tight embrace. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the intense longing that he is trying to suppress, the desire that burns within him threatening to consume him whole. As you look up into his eyes, you can see the raw passion that lies just beneath the surface, the intensity of the emotions that he is struggling to contain. You can feel the fire that rages within him, and you know that you are just as hungry for him as he is for you.

Without a word, he pulls you closer, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss. The taste of him fills your senses, the warmth of his mouth enveloping you in a cocoon of desire. You moan into his mouth as he slips his tongue in, each stroke spiraling you into causing lust to pool between your soft thighs. As he trails his hand down your back, cupping your ass, the need to have him filling you intensifies.

“Ky…I need you, please…” you whimper breaking the kiss to cup his cheeks.

“Patience, princesse. I want to take my time with you,” he says huskily, wrapping his other hand around your throat, gently squeezing causing you to moan as desire pools in your panties. Looking into your eyes, his smoldering gaze giving you goosebumps, he leans in and gently bites your bottom lip, his tongue immediately soothing it.

Suddenly, he lifts you bridal style bringing you upstairs to your bedroom, as you yelp his name grabbing onto his neck. Pushing the door to your bedroom open, Kylian gently lays you down on the soft duvet placing a soft kiss on your forehead making your heart clench at his gentleness.

“Je t’aime, mon ange,” he says voice filled with emotions. “Moi aussi, je t’aime fort Ky.”

Kylian has a particular look in his eyes that both makes you feel like you would either combust from the sheer amount of love you have for him or melt into a pool of molten lava of lust. As he takes his blazer off, you slowly kneel between his legs, his warm hands trailing the length of your legs, lifting your silky red dress.

“Putain, bébé. Tu sais pas à quelle point, cette robe m’a rendu fou ce soir.” ("Damn, baby. You don't know how much that dress drove me crazy tonight.")

The deep vibration of his voice awakens a dangerous inferno of desire that only he can extinguish with his touch. “Kylian…” his name slips from your lips, a most beautiful melody that he will cherish for eternity. The young footballer feels like he is going insane looking down at the beautiful goddess who lies in their bed. His otherworldly wife.

Wife, the word alone causing a primal possessiveness to awaken in him as he feels himself harden looking down at her flushed cheeks and the rise and fall of her full breast.

“I need to taste you, bébé. Sit on my face.”

His request takes you aback, making you bite your lip as you feel a little insecure at the idea of your intimate part being so close to his face. Sensing your slight hesitation, he rubs your thighs gently. “Allez, mon ange. I’ll make you feel good, promit.”

Nodding, you slowly get up, trying to slip your dress off, but Kylian stops you, wanting you to writhe above him in that exquisite dress. God, seeing you in red makes his mind and cock go absolutely feral.

As Kylian slowly makes himself comfortable on the bed, you slowly get on top of him, your thighs on either side of his strong torso. Kylian places his hands on your ass and encourages you to move higher. Biting your lip, you inch closer to his face, your wet-covered core now right above him. You hear Kylian curse as he sees how soaked your lacy thong is, “Merde, you’re absolutely drenched bébé. Fuck, all mine.”

Swiping your panties to the side, Kylian sensually licks your wet cunt from the bottom to the top. The touch makes you arch your back in pleasure as you buck closer to his tongue. He circles your sensitive clit, featherlight, teasing as your hole flutters around nothing.

“Kylian!”

He grunts against your lips, pushing you closer to his face as he explores you. The loud, wet sounds make you grip the headboard as you swivel your hips lost in the sweet, burning sensations of his touch. Kylian eagerly dives in, his tongue seeking out every inch of your wetness. He runs his tongue along the outer lips of your vulva, tracing slow, languorous circles that make you gasp in pleasure. You feel the slickness of his saliva mixing with your own juices, creating a heady scent that fills the air.

“Ky…I’m so close…”

Your breathless whines make him buck his hips as he feels precum slowly leaking from his hardened cock. Digging his fingers into your ass, Kylian takes your bud in his mouth as he sucks on it hard. The sensation sends electric jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, causing you to arch your back and moan his name.

As he continues to work your clit with a featherlight touch, Kylian's fingers join in on the fun. One hand spreads your folds apart, exposing your pink, glistening flesh to his hungry gaze. The other hand slips a finger inside of you, curling slightly to hit that sweet spot deep within.

“You wanna cum, bébé?” his voice is sending vibrations to your swollen clit as he keeps swirling his tongue around it in tight, fast circles and keeps up a steady speed with his finger. Your mind is a jumbled mess as you feel tears at the corner of your eyes. You can feel yourself reaching your peak, and all you can focus on is grinding your pussy into Kylian’s face as you chase your release.

You are pretty sure you are suffocating him, but you can't stop; it's too good. Your inner walls are constantly clenching around his digit as he continues to lap at your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure through your body.

You feel a sting on your ass that jolts you slightly. If there is something Kylian loves most in bed, it's you begging him to let you cum. “Please, Ky… Make me cum…”

Increasing the movement of his tongue, as he licks circles and flicks your clit left and right, Kylian brings you closer and closer to your peak, the wet sounds of his tongue and fingers filling the room. You grip the headboard tightly, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he holds you down and makes you take everything he gives you. 

“Ky…Fuck…I’m gonna cum! Kylian!”

As he bites your clit, you feel the tight string in your body snap, as you tumble over the precipice, with a scream of his name. You flail helplessly like a puppet under someone else’s strings in his hold as he continues his assault on your sensitive clit, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Overstimulated, you gently push his head, and with one last lick, Kylian gently lifts you off his face and lays you down beside him. Panting and basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, you can't help but feel grateful for his skilled touch and his unwavering focus on your pleasure. Your body is still humming with the sensations of his tongue and fingers, and you feel completely spent in the best possible way.

“Ça va, mon coeur?” he murmurs, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his arm draped protectively over your body, you can see the affection in his eyes. “Mon dieu, Ky. Je pense que tu m’as tué,” you say, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.  ("My god, Ky. I think you've killed me,")

Chuckling, he pulls you close to his chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, mon amour," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you softly. You smile at him, a lazy grin spreading across your face as you return his kiss. 

For a moment, you simply lay there together, enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies and the intimacy of the moment. Kylian's fingers trace lazy patterns along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine, and you sigh contentedly.

[theroyalthornoliachronicles]

Maison de Solomont: 27 Mai 1850: 16:30

Steward: Marquis de Liroux et Mademoiselle Aubert.

Duchesse de Solomont: Monsieur, I was not expect-Mon Dieu!

Marquis de Liroux: Pardonnez-moi, Madame. I hope you'll forgive my intrusion on your afternoon. I did not want my sister to travel alone.

Duchesse de Solomont: It's...it's quite alright. Aurora, dear, what's happened?

Mademoiselle Aurora: It's nothing, Madame I-

Marquis de Liroux: Don’t lie, Aurora. She does not deserve your empathy.

Mademoiselle Aurora: I…ma mère-

Marquis de Solomont: Votre mère did this to you?

Mademoiselle Aurora: Pierre…non, I-

Marquis de Liroux: Oui. This is not the first instance, but this time she has gone too far.

Duchesse de Solomont: My dear, come have a seat. Maybelline, find Ravier and ask her to bring the salve.

Mademoiselle Aurora: I hope I haven’t spoiled your tea.

Duchesse de Solomont: Of course not.

Marquis de Liroux: Rousseau, a word?

Marquis de Solomont: I…

Mademoiselle Aurora: I’ll be alright.

Marquis de Solomont: I'll be right back.

Marquis de Liroux: Is it true?

Marquis de Solomont: Is what true?

Marquis de Liroux: Did you ask for my sister’s hand?

Marquis de Solomont: Are you going to reprimand me? Aurora deserves to live a life far from the hands of votre mère, especially after what I’ve just witnessed.

Marquis de Liroux: On the contrary, Rousseau, I’m here because I want my sister out of that house as well. The sooner the better.

Marquis de Solomont: I’m glad we can agree on something at least.

Marquis de Liroux: She cannot go back there. So if you’re serious about your intentions-

Marquis de Solomont: Saut de Jade.

Marquis de Liroux: Quoi?

Marquis de Solomont: Saut de Jade. I had my mother invite her to tea so I could take her to Saut de Jade tonight.

Marquis de Liroux: Does she know this?

Marquis de Solomont: Non. I planned to tell her as soon as she arrived.

Marquis de Liroux: And you’re certain she’ll be amenable?

Marquis de Solomont: Qui. We spoke of running away together during le Prix de Thornolie.

Marquis de Liroux: …Very well.

Marquis de Solomont: We have your blessing?

Marquis de Liroux: It’s unfortunately not the one you need, but considering neither ma mère ou mon père will offer you one, it’ll have to do.

Marquis de Solomont: Merci, Aubert.

Marquis de Liroux: All I ask is you take care of her. She’s had enough hardships, she doesn’t need more.

Marquis de Solomont: You have my word.

Previous | Beginning | Next

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Suspicious pt. 2.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick × Reader.

Run y/n, Run, you cannot escape from the feelings and ghosts of the past. Or... Can you? Will Kyle find a way to forgive you?

Warning: honestly I'm not an expert in technology lol or coding but I hope I did it well, my french is basic, I'm still learning so I'm sorry for now grammatical and spelling errors not only in English but french too. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You landed on the floor and started to quit the parachute, you ran, crossing the street, jumping between the cars, you didn't want to look back, you were really nervous, this never happened to you before, you gave a quick look behind, apparently no one was following or looking at you.

You took the stairs to the subway and public bathroom, once in the bathroom you got in at the first door, you hid a backpack inside the air ducts previously, a hair wig, alcohol for the small cut on your cheek, you also tried to burnt your fingertips, you didn't want to leave proves or any signs that you were there, you changed your clothes and quickly sabotage the cameras located out of the park zone and left, you needed to go upstairs and arrive to the park, a car would be waiting for you.

You tried to walk quickly but at the same time not enough to not attract someone's attention.

While you were trying to escape, Kyle and the rest of his team were trying to find you.

- GAZ! Come here!

Soap was the first to find your parachute, Gaz walked, both were trying to find out where you went, looking in every possible direction and every face around them, maybe you were Inside a car, or In a restaurant, or a store, Gaz is frenetic, observing with detail to every person walking by, Ghost and Price joined a few seconds later.

- What do you think guys? It could be anywhere at this point.

- Gaz, this one was your friend for years, people have habits no matter how long time has passed, where do you think...?

- I'm not sure captain, is someone slippery and unpredictable, where would you go to deliver that kind of information?

- The park.

«What?» all them looking at ghost.

- The park, is big, leafy, full of people distracted, no one would notice an exchange...

- Ghost is right, Let's go, once there we will separate and try to find it!

You saw the entrance to the park, you were relaxing, you made it, you started to walk by the street, looking for the car, a black Mercedes Benz 300SL, old and classic. You saw it parked close to the street corner, an old man was cleaning the glass of the car, you approached him and muttered «les hiboux apportent un paquet. (The owls brought a package)» the old man didn't look at you but he made a movement with his head to let you know to put the external disk in the car seat, you put it inside, he continued cleaning the car but he responded to you almost in a whisper «colis livré (package delivered), your payment and transport awaits for you at the other side of the lake» «Merci bonne journée (thanks, have a good day)».

You turned back and walked to the park's entrance, you felt shivers running down your spine, you looked behind and you saw him, Kyle and his team were crossing the streets, they haven't seen you yet but as silly as you're when you're nervous you started to run, attracting all their attention. «Y/N? Hey! You! Wait!!» «Someone stop that person!!!!» indeed some people tried their best to stop you but it was just a poor try, you ran as fast as you could, you could feel your legs burning, definitely not a good day for you.

Ghost and Soap ran to the left while Gaz and Price ran to the right, at some point you would be trapped between them. And just like they planned it, you were close enough to the second entrance park, at the other side of the lake where a car and your money were waiting for you, but you know you will not make it, the best thing you could do was put a grenade in your backpack and throw it away close to the car.

Ghost intercepted you, both fell on the ground just in time the explosion took away your money, your backpack with your laptop and old clothes and your last chance to escape.

- Don't move, stay in the ground! Soap, check if someone is hurt over there!!!

- Yes Lt.

- Well done Ghost! Gaz, bring the handcuffs!!!

Gaz was quick to put the handcuffs, you stood up pretending to be innocent «Hey! What are you doing! Let me go!»

- Come on y/n, you have a lot to explain.

You heard a truck arriving, more sirens, more murmurs of people, a sack over your head and then nothing, the ride was silent. You didn't know when you fell asleep but the raspy voice of Ghost woke you up.

- Hey, wake up!

Then the sack disappeared, the light hurt your eyes, it was hard to focus your vision, a military base, that's where you were, Soap guided you to an empty room, you're not afraid, you actually feel powerful, he made you sit on a chair and left you there.

You've been sitting for hours, you don't even feel your ass anymore, but finally, the door opened. Price and Gaz appeared.

- Well, well, well Darling, you really gave us much trouble today, huh?

Price was handsome and the smell of cigar and strong cologne was delicious, but you focused your view on Kyle, he's quiet, serious, but you can see the deception in his eyes.

- So, Gaz says your name is (y/n) (l/n), is it?

- No.

- No? Then what's your name?

- I don't have one.

- Y/N just fuckin' confess!

- Gaz... Calm down.

Price intervenes and looked at Kyle then he went back to you.

- If you don't have a name, maybe you have a Codename?

- Fantôme.

- very well, so... fantôme, tell me, where's the information you stole from that company?

- I don't know.

Kyle was angry, frustrated, he hit the table in front of you, Price simply closed his eyes and crossed arms.

- Fantôme? You work for some fuckin French intelligence? When did you become a fuckin criminal, huh? You were better than this, Y/N

- I already said that's not my name, I do not have a name, or a nationality, not even a birthdate, I do not exist. Keep trying to obtain information, it is all in vain, you don't have proof against me.

Kyle was ready to talk when Ghost opened the door abruptly.

- Nothing, there's no information about someone called (Y/N) (L/N).

- The cameras around the city?

- nothing. We're still looking at every recording, all the cameras stopped to work in the exact moment when all happened.

You smirked, you were proud of your work, even if you had some stumbles on your way, you made it. Soap joined too, and to your surprise he has your cellphone on his hand.

- Captain, I have the cellphone.

- Good, our experts will find something, give it to them.

-Don't!

Everyone looked at you, you're not afraid about what they could find, but, you were trying to make it look as if you were hiding something just to make them waste time, why? You just want to let them know you're someone they can't handle.

Everybody left the room, except for Gaz, he sat in front of you, just in silence, observing you.

- Are you gonna stay there all day?

- Why did you do that? Do you know what you've stolen?

- I do not care about it Kyle, I care about the money.

- what about the information? Do you understand the importance of it?

- No, I don't, I just care about my payment, the rest doesn't matter to me, how many times do I have to say it?

- When did you become in this person? What put you in this situation? Y/n, we wanted to make the world a better place, remember?

You stayed In silence. But you know you will be free soon, maybe it's not a bad idea to tell him why you ended up in this situation.

- Kyle, that summer, you disappeared without saying anything... I'm not angry, this is not revenge or something like that, I loved you and I will always do. You have to understand, I'm just doing my job because the money is something I really need.

- Why? Why y/n?

- My brother, he got in trouble, very dangerous people were behind him, they didn't kill him, but he never recovered from what they did to him. I pay the mental hospital, I'm the only one who takes care of him, everything started for him, quick money to pay for all the treatments... I'm the same person you met a long time ago, life changed, but I'm the same... I hope one day you can forgive me, I know maybe I'm making bad decisions, but I love my brother, I will do anything to protect and help him.

- The memories of your lips and the way I felt that day, never leave my head, but this... No matter what your reason is, this is not the way and it breaks my heart to see how you try to make me believe you're the same person, when you're clearly not! The y/n I met before would never all what you did today.

Kyle is not sure about what he's feeling, some tears are running through his face, you're trying to contain yourself, it makes you sad to hear and see him like this.

- I feel sick, you know? Because... You're the only person I've ever loved, I feel sick because I don't have the courage to actually hate you, no matter what, I think I will never hate you, but also I think I will never forgive you, what you did today goes against everything we once said we would never do.

He stood up from that chair, you didn't say anything, you were looking at the clock on the wall, suddenly Gaz just took your face between his hands and kissed you, it was a bittersweet kiss, but it felt like all this time you were living on autopilot and this kiss brought you back to life. After a few minutes both separated and he simply whispered.

- Just confess what you did, just tell them who bought all that information, I'll supervise your brother received the best medical attention.

- That won't happen. Goodbye, Kyle.

He looked at you, cold and sad, he just left the room. You were just waiting patiently, you know they will let you go soon.

Now the whole 141 are in the room where some engineers and hackers are working on your phone. One of them is too young and with a huge ego.

- This person, is too smart, the phone is encrypted, a complex code to unblock the real information hidden, the code changes every time we discover it.

- But you can solve it, don't you?

- Sergeant, I'm young but I'm the most capable person in this room. We just have to anticipate the next code... And... There it is!

He solved it, and apparently it was working, the information in your phone was being unloaded until... A huge text appeared in every computer in the room "Not so smart after all, loser 😏" and then all the computers started to download their own information, security systems failed in every imaginable way.

- What the hell it's going on Kid!?

- We've been hacked! Fuck!

He disconnected your phone and started to try to save the system.

- shit, shit, shit! Security systems are fucking destroyed!

- What does it mean?

- It means our location now is visible for every satellite, it means every system or way to secure this place is destroyed now! FUCK!

- Wait... That means....

Kyle ran out of the room, he ran looking for you, but when he arrived to the room where you were, it was empty, he looked for you in every room and hallway,

He was running back to where the team was when he saw through the window, you were running to a helicopter, some other soldiers were trying to open door or any entrance to try to stop you, but the system is still messed up, doors lock and unlock constantly, alarms all around the place, before leaving you felt eyes on you, you looked back, and saw him, he was there, through a window, you never planned to hurt him, but you said it before, you would do everything to protect and take care of your family, even if that means to lose someone you love.

[bbygirlky18]

Mami's Breakthrough!

Chapter 1

Part 2

This is the continuation of Chapter 1, part 1. Like I said Chapter 1 might have to split into different parts.

Word Count: 534 out of 2663

The referee declared Nathan the winner and the crowd erupted in cheers. After the matches were done “The Nightmare Demolisher” Eliora “Evie” King was next. She was the main event. The announcer starts talking. “This match is scheduled for one fall is for the Golden Belt of Darkness. Introducing the champion weighing in at 5���11”, 268 lbs from Valleraugue, France she is the owner, the commentator, the queen, the caretaker, “The Nightmare Demolisher” Eliora “Evie” King, and her opponent weighing in at 5’5”, 264 lbs from Montalieu-Vercieu, France “Bayonet” Caitlin Suzuki.” We watched the match and when Eliora almost got pinned my heart stopped for a minute. I guess you could say that I was falling in love with a woman that I didn’t even know. Is it stupid? Yes. Do I give a fuck? No.

After the match was over and Gretchen aka Eliora retained the championship I got a text from Stephanie letting me that everyone was getting ready and that they’d meet us at the bar. I responded with an ok and I tapped Liv’s shoulder. She looked at me and I said “That was Stephanie. Everyone has to finish getting dressed and they’ll meet us at the bar so we should get going.” She nodded and tapped Naomi’s shoulder and told her what I said. We all left and headed straight to the bar. When we arrived, we all found our seats and started chatting. Everyone was in high spirits and the conversation was lively. I was having a great time with my friends. I was sipping my drink when Gretchen walked in and she said “Julio, mon ami, mon frère, mon tout, nous fait une série de clichés puis amène les favoris. Aussi, lorsque vous en aurez l'occasion, venez prendre un shot du Château Thivin Côte De Brouilly. Pour mes nouveaux lutteurs, donnez-leur une chance à Le Newbie. Après cela, pouvez-vous nous apporter une bouteille de FRENCH ROSÉ et une bouteille de BORDEAUX. Merci beaucoup, Julio.” The waiter named Julio responds in French and goes to get their stuff. I’m sitting with Judgment Day and Damian and Finn are still fighting.

I eventually had enough and I said “I’m out. I can’t keep doing this with you two. Go find a new replacement for me because I’m out of Judgment Day. I’m done.” I tell Liv that I’m going outside for a minute. She nods and I step into the cool crisp breeze of the night. I sit on the curb and I hear shoes and I look up at Gretchen. She said “I’m sorry. I just figured you would like some company or someone to listen to you. I can leave if you want.” She starts walking away and I say “Stay. Please.” She says “Ok.” She sat next to me and I started telling her my real name, and what I was dealing with and she listened. She was my breakthrough that I didn’t know I needed. She then said something completely out of the blue “If you want to you can come stay the night in my room to get away from them. You don’t have to though.” I told her that I would love to.

[whatsagirltoblogabout]

Déçu

(English translation below the cut, but the pun only really works in French)

“Savez-vous que le mot ‘décevoir’ signifie deux choses différentes en anglais?”

La rue est bruyante en dehors du café parisien, mais la voix de Mozzie coupe à travers le son pour arriver directement dans des oreilles cachées en dessous d’un fedora. L’homme à qui ces oreilles appartiennent se retourne rapidement, ses yeux bleues grandissants avec surprise en voyant qui lui adresse.

“Ça peut être traduit comme ‘deceive’ ou ‘disappoint,’” Mozzie continue, “Mais toi, mon frère, t’as toujours été surdoué. Tu as réussi à me décevoir dans les deux sens en même temps.”

Neal fait semblant d’être un poisson hors de l’eau, ouvrant et fermant sa bouche plusieurs fois en silence. Finalement, il parvient à dire qu’un seul mot : “Moz.”

Son expression trahit une profonde culpabilité, plaignant pour être pardonné. Mais Mozzie garde sur son visage un masque de colère, même pendant que son cœur commence déjà à fondre en voyant son vieil ami debout devant lui, sain, sauf et vivant.

“Surprise de me voir? Tu ne croyais surement pas que tu pouvais te cacher de moi pour toujours.”

Neal secoue sa tête, résigné. “Bien sûr que non, Moz. Voulez-vous vous asseoir?” Il désigne une table dans le café qu’il vient juste de quitter.

“Oui, merci,” répond Mozzie, s’assoyant d’une façon glaciale. Il attend que Neal est assise incomfortablement dans sa propre chaise avant de se remette à l’attaque. “Comment pouvais-tu me laisser croire que t’étais mort pendant toute une année?!”

“Pour ta securité,” Neal essaie d’expliquer. “Les Panthères…”

“Tu m’as laissé de côté pendant toute l’opération pour cette raison exactement,” reproche Mozzie. “Nous étions prêts à échapper ensemble, mais tu m’as abandonné.”

“Non, Mozzie, ce n’est pas–”

“Quoi, alors? T’as voulu vanter ta supériorité dans le domaine de déception? Tromper un conspirateur paranoïaque pour ton dernier grand tour? Félicitations, Neal, t’as réussi. Tu m’as vraiment déçu cette fois.”

“Did you know that the French word ‘décevoir’ means two different things in English?”

The street is noisy outside the Parisian cafe, but Mozzie’s voice cuts through the sound to arrive directly inside a pair of ears hidden under a fedora. The owner of said ears turns around quickly, his blue eyes widening in surprise when he sees who’s talking to him. 

“It can be translated as ‘deceive’ or ‘disappoint,’” Mozzie continues, “but you, mon frère, you were always talented. You managed to leave me ‘déçu’ in both ways at once.”

Neal does an impression of a fish out of water, opening and closing his mouth in silence. Eventually, he manages to get out a single word: “Moz.” 

His expression betrays a deep guilt, pleading for forgiveness. But Mozzie keeps a mask of anger on his face, even as his heart has already started melting at the sight of his old friend standing in front of him, safe, sound and alive. 

“Surprised to see me? You didn’t really think you’d be able to hide from me forever.” 

Neal shakes his head, resigned. “Of course not, Moz. Do you want to sit down?” He gestures to a table in the cafe that he just left. 

“Oui, merci,” Mozzie responds, sitting down icily. He waits for Neal to be seated uncomfortably in his own chair before launching back on the offensive. “How could you let me believe you were dead for an entire year?!” 

“For your safety,” Neal tries to explain. “The Panthers…”

“You kept me on the outskirts of the operation for exactly that reason,” Mozzie interrupts reproachfully. “We were set to escape together, but then you abandoned me.”

“No, Mozzie, that’s not–”

“What, then? You wanted to show off your superior deceptive skills? Fool a paranoid conspiracist as your last big con? Congratulations, Neal, you did it. You really had me ‘déçu’ this time.”

[xhanisai]

Truth Or Dare?

AO3 / FFN

Summary:

Adrien gulped, completely frozen in his seat under the gaze of his demonic classmates, the almighty, notorious peer-pressure throwing a concert whilst his Lady continued to act like that the string on the floor was far more interesting than the fact that her newly discovered partner was currently in the hot seat. 'Now how do I answer this!?' He panicked internally, twiddling with his thumbs and praying to the Gods more reliable than Plagg that Marinette would suddenly come up with some brilliant, top-notch plan that would surely get them both out of this. Especially if she doesn't want him to whimper out: "Ya got me! It was Marinette when she kissed the evil out of me after I got shot by Dislocoeur, hahaha! Oh, do I need to mention that I have no recollection of it whatsoever and that I was decked up in my usual catsuit whilst she was in her polka-dotted onesie? A brilliant first kiss, amirite!? Not to mention that our second kiss was also wiped from my memory, cheers for that Alya and Nino!"

Pairing - Adrinette Prompt - 'Truth or Dare?' ~(x)~ . . . Adrien was fucked. He was entirely, thoroughly, immensely fucked. And not in the literal way much to the teen's utter dismay and painful frustration. And certainly not anytime soon, judging by his princesse's stiff, flustered posture who was on the floor across him, along with the rest of their class sitting in a circle (sans Lila and Chloé, Dieu merci). Gremlin-like smirks were etched on their friends' mischievous faces and sinister cackles escaped their mouths like the Madhatter from Alice Au Pays Des Merveilles. Even timid ol' Sabrina wore a grin that would rival the Cheshire cat. But never mind that. What was the cherry on top was how both he and Marinette just found out each other's identities no more than ten minutes prior. The two idiots were desperately sprinting back to collège Françoise Dupont after their latest akuma battle without noticing the other, only to literally collide into one other and their transformation to wear off immediately, leaving them both with matching gaping expressions. If luck was on his side, the scenario would have carried on with Adrien whipping out 'suave move #9236' and channelling his inner 'Tamaki Suoh', helping his Lady to her feet with a smile so sexy and seductive (guaranteed to win her over of course) and then him proceeding to ask her out for a cup of coffee where they can talk! Then, he would have totally charmed her with another brilliant smile that would have surely fly kicked away whatever feelings she had for that 'other' boy (he named him M. Imbécile), caressing that soft, soft cheek of hers with his hand and surely they would have leaned in for a hot, passionate, true love's kiss (and he'd finally know what it's like to be properly smooched)! MAIS NON. NON. His five seconds of absolute happiness, of pure bliss after finding out that the two girls he bloody loved so damn much and practically worshipped, were one and the same- WAS INTERRUPTED. . The inconveniently timed Ladyblogger and her DJ boyfriend arrived at the scene, practically snatching both him and Marinette away and back to class, babbling about how Mme. Bustier was going to arrive late hence they were going to take advantage of it. By taking advantage, they meant avoiding all responsibilities by playing a specific game. A game that Adrien has learnt to now, unconditionally despise. . "We're not getting any younger here, Buttercup. Tell us, who was your first kiss? And don't even think about lying your way out, we can tell by your face that you definitely got some sort of action~" Alya's glasses flashed in such a devilish way, even Le Papillon would have found himself shitting his pants. "Of course, if you don't want to answer the truth...you can always pick dare," 'LIKE HELL I WILL!' The last person to have picked 'dare' was Rose and she was instructed to deliver a hearty smack to Kim's bum! The teen model pretty much vowed that the only booty his hands were allowed to touch was Marinette's, with consent obviously. And vice versa. And the person before Rose who chose 'dare' was Nino! He was dared to sneak outside, climb to the top of the building's rooftop and sing Rick Astley's 'Never Gonna Give You Up' from the top of his lungs, recording himself live on Instagram as proof. It was a miracle that he never got caught by the staff! Again, the feline hero very much preferred that any attempts of his serenading would only be heard by the ears of the love of his life. . Adrien gulped, completely frozen in his seat under the gaze of his demonic classmates, the almighty, notorious peer-pressure throwing a concert whilst his Lady continued to act like that the string on the floor was far more interesting than the fact that her newly discovered partner was currently in the hot seat. 'Now how do I answer this!?' He panicked internally, twiddling with his thumbs and praying to the Gods more reliable than Plagg that Marinette would suddenly come up with some brilliant, top-notch plan that would surely get them both out of this. Especially if she doesn't want him to whimper out: "Ya got me! It was Marinette when she kissed the evil out of me after I got shot by Dislocoeur, hahaha! Oh, do I need to mention that I have no recollection of it whatsoever and that I was decked up in my usual catsuit whilst she was in her polka-dotted onesie? A brilliant first kiss, amirite!? Not to mention that our second kiss was also wiped from my memory, cheers for that Alya and Nino!" Unfortunately, (once again) for him, not even his pleading kitty eyes were able to penetrate the wall of aloofness that Marinette held between them, leaving him completely on his own, ready to be torn apart by their friends' malevolent hands. He was the equivalent of a teeny tiny, illegally cute kitten, surrounded by a circle of hungry, deadly, carnivorous wolves, licking their chops! Yet, Marinette remained unphased, pretending to stare out into space and think about what her Maman and Papa would prepare for dinner as if Adrien's scrutinising gaze weren't like arrows all over her side. However, much to her disadvantage, Agreste is her partner and he knew her very, very well. The desperate cat was able to pinpoint the cold sweat that was growing on her forehead, knowing that his presence was starting to get to her and conscious of the fact that she cannot ignore him for long either. 'Come on Marinette, you can't resist me forever. Please help!' His lack of any sort of psychic powers didn't stop him from wishing that she could read his mind but dammit did he try. 'Don't you love your pauvre Chaton!? Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît, My Lady!!!' Just before he could resort to begging out loud, Alix Kubdel... ...snickered. Simply from that evil, ominous sound, both Adrien and Marinette paled on the spot at a speed faster than M. Césaire's panther could ever dream of running at. "Ever since we asked you that question, not once have you looked away from Marinette...now why is that~?" The short girl's insight caused the rest of the class to gasp cheekily and "Oooh~?" simultaneously, their ferocious appetite for juicy gossip now at full throttle much to both heroes' apprehension. "And you, Mari! You look like a kid who got caught stealing from the cookie jar. I think the two of you have something big to admit to the rest of us, hmm?" "...No-oooo...?" Dupain-Cheng refused to make eye contact with anyone, her lips stuck between what looked like a grimace and a fake smile, continuing her sentence which was just as truthful as Jagged Stone's claims of being in his mid-twenties. "I am still a lowly virgin maiden in the kissing department...heheh...heh..." Adrien on the other hand blinked owlishly as he finally came to a conclusion, his singular working brain cell grinding its gear through his thought process. Oh? Ohoh??? OHOHOOHOH??????? . "So that means I was your first kiss too?" . If there was a compilation labelled "Top Ten Ways That Adrien Mothafuckin' Stupid Agreste Fucked Up"... This would be number one. "...You didn't hear me say that out loud...right?" He gulped meekly, shrinking under the astonished looks that everyone gave him, his Lady's jaw dropping further than what he assumed was humanely possible. He. Was. Fucked. . The entire classroom erupted with utter chaos. Ranging from high pitched squeals from Alya, Rose, Mylène and Kim to "HOLY SHIT!" and "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!?" from Alix, Nino, Juleka and so on. Even Marinette was left burning brighter than a tomato, covering her face in embarrassment along with her iconic mantra: "THIS IS A DISASTER!!!" and shaking her head. Money was exchanged from secretive bets that were placed on the model and designer, naughty comments were thrown around left and right and even more! If one were to enter the room right now, they'd think that they've just stumbled across a hectic zoo. Never in his life did Adrien want the ground to swallow him up so badly or even run away at the speed of sound to an unknown island where he would live off of fruit and grow old all alone without ever getting married. Marinette probably- no, she definitely hates him now. Her refusal to come out of her 'Don't talk to me, I'm catastrophising' human ball and face him was more than enough evidence to prove that. Who was he kidding, thinking that he would be able to get such a wonderful, spectacular girl like her to fall for a hopeless, ridiculous nincompoop like him? His attempts in the past never worked out before and it certainly wouldn't have worked out now. Forget about pursuing a romantic relationship with her, he's one-hundred percent sure that he's absolutely tarnished what was left of their friendship! He can visualise his terrifying, depressing excuse of a future already. No more shy, cute greetings with a gorgeous smile in the mornings before class from Marinette. No more fun banter and warm hugs on their favourite patrol environments from Marinette. No more cheeky jokes and flirty teasing from Marinette. No more timid conversations and saying his name in the most softest way he's ever heard from Marinette. And, no more perfect "Bien joué!" fist bumps after an akuma battle from Marinette... How...how was he supposed to live without her? 'Shit, I can feel my eyes starting to water...' He took a deep breath, staring at the ceiling to force the traitorous tears away from daring to come out. The last thing Marinette needed was to deal with a dumb crybaby like him after he's just embarrassed her like that with his stupid, big mouth- "-But when did this happen, Marinette??? Girl, why didn't you tell me!?" Snapping out of his self-pity, Adrien tuned back into the pandemonium, wincing at how mortified Marinette still looked (albeit she was no longer in her cocoon of doom). She pursed her lips at Alya with that adorable pout of hers, unsure of how to answer with something that didn't sound like a terrible excuse. . Finally, a solid answer blared in Adrien's brain, the blonde teen adamant that he turned the situation around and salvaged what was left of the bond between him and his Princesse. For now, he can focus on the dreadful future after he got the current situation sorted. He would do anything to make Marinette feel good around him again. "It was during that time we were at le Musée Grévin when I invited Alya, Nino, Marinette and Manon to join me," He ignored the way that their classmates leaned closer with wide grins, focusing on sending a quiet apology to Marinette's direction with his pleading eyes alone. "I was being dumb and tried to play a prank on Marinette when the other three were away. I ended up tripping and Marinette tried to help me but I accidentally pulled her down with me and...we accidentally kissed..." Although the scenario wasn't fully true, Marinette did manage to land a light peck upon his lips during that incident and that's all it took for it to be branded in his memory. The sear of foreign warmth that left his lips in tingles, the subtle taste of strawberry gloss that left him hungry for more and the unadulterated softness that rivalled even the most expensive of silk. He hoped that his little white lie towards the end was enough to alleviate what was left of Marinette's embarrassment, deaf to their classmates' coos and brows furrowed to emphasise how sorry he was to the girl he loves. Although there was still a hint of pink on her cheeks, her expression was something that he wasn't able to decipher and that only made his heart race even faster than before. 'Please don't hate me, please don't hate me, please don't hate me-' "So how was the kiss, then?" Ivan waggled his eyebrows, both him and his girlfriend playfully winking at Marinette at her protesting stammers. "Oh? E-Erm...it was very quick and brief so I didn't get a chance to enjoy it-" His treacherous eyes decided to land on Marinette's lips midway, his mind screaming to stop digging a deeper hole for himself. He wasn't quick enough to flit his gaze away, the indication that he wanted to kiss her again so painfully obvious that even a blind person would have noticed. "-It was very soft and nice, however! I don't regret it-" Suddenly... . ...Marinette stood up. Adrien felt like his heart was going to bust out of his chest with the way it ricocheted against his ribcage, his emerald eyes wide with apprehension and his breath lodged in his throat as if a vice was clasped around his neck. Was she going to kill him? He certainly thought he deserved it. "Alya," The heroine in disguise began, the teen model unable to hide his flinch. "Dare me to kiss Adrien." 

She lifted her head to face her partner, her sapphire blues no longer hidden in the shadows of her fringe and sparkling with both amusement and...love? Her kissable lips were upturned into a confident smile with a gloss that was begging for him to taste and he was absolutely losing his mind. Was he dreaming? He must be dreaming. Yes. No way in the seven heavens would Marinette, THE Marinette, would want to kiss HIM, the embodiment of bad luck! Yet, the twinkling of her eyes and the warmth that radiated from her as she walked closer and closer towards him said otherwise. He didn't even hear Alya's excited declaration for Marinette's dare, solely focused on the way his Lady kneeled in front of him, smoothed her hands towards his cheeks and cupped them so gingerly. . "Pucker up, Buttercup," Marinette murmured against his lips with an endearing smirk, grazing her nose with his and rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs before sealing the kiss. . With all the romantic daydreams and boyish yearning he went through when it came to Marinette's lips, Adrien thought that he was well prepared for the real deal if the day were to ever come, disregarding his bad luck of course. However, he has been wrong before. He's absolutely, definitely, positively wrong now. The brief, shocked, brush of lips back in the wax museum was barely a taster. Barely a glimpse of the real thing. Not even close to a sample of the luxury. From the moment she pressed her lips against his, Adrien was hit with an outstanding overwhelm of fervour, tenderness and sweetness. His body instinctively shuddered as a pleasant fire seeped from her mouth to his and then coursed through the veins of the rest of his body, his hand that was clutching his precious good luck charm gift from Marinette then loosening its grip and automatically reaching for her cheek. His piano fingers dug into the locks of one of her ponytails, entangling them. 'If this really is a dream, then please, don't wake me up,' The sensation was slightly odd and just, indescribable at the same time. Yet, the more he tasted that strawberry gloss, the more her lips moved against his, the further he fell in love, addicted to the sugar that he's craved for so long. His red-tipped ears were oblivious to the class' whoops and cheers, his heart crashing against his chest louder than ever and the feel of hers doing just the same against him had him soaring. 'She never hated me all along, right? This isn't a kiss of hate at all,' But most importantly, the feeling of Marinette's pulse quickening from when his fingertips slid down to meet the side of her sensitive neck, cradling the back of it and the almost inaudible whimper she let out, was branded to his touch and memory like an imprint. 'So this is a real first kiss? Is this what Marinette felt when she kissed me to get rid of Kim's spell? How did she manage to keep her composure around me since then?' Just as Marinette pulled away, her eyes shimmering with wonderful emotions and her lips as beautifully rosy as her cheeks, Adrien couldn't resist and pulled her back in without a beat. As if to make up for all those missed opportunities, all the moments where he could have stolen her breath away and all those unsaid words that surely would have made them happy. They could talk about the reveal and their feelings afterwards in the safety of Marinette's humble balcony without any prying eyes. They could sort out their overwhelming emotions and bask through their memories over that cup of coffee that Adrien now has the confidence to ask her out on. But just for now, the two of them wanted to enjoy their present and make the most of it. 'Sweet, sweet, sweet, she's so sweet...' . . . ~(x)~ A/N: Ah shit it's six am. I'll edit this tomorrow.

[shhhlikeme]

👀 could I request a steamy makeout sesh with aomine pls!!

Steamy Makeout Session with Aomine Daiki 💦🔝

(mature themes)

A/N: I FINALLY FINISHED KNB AND I AM OFFICIALLY OUT HEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE boi. I have been itching to get to these requests out and the time has finally come! Le First of many 🤍 🏀 I will update my rules now that I’m back. But basically I hope the small fan base comes back to lifeeee

Aomine Daiki knows he is probably the best kisser to ever live…… fuck

Momoi once made him join the Kissing Booth at the school carnival because she knew how much money she would raise and he literally made 2 girls faint….deadass

His kisses are exactly how we all imagine he does…..maybe a little better smh

It kind of annoys you actually

Because he will kiss you at the most strategic of times (for him) so to exercise his soft control but also to have you yearning for him all day until y’all get in your shared bed

For example, at all of his NBA games, Daiki reserves seats for you and whoever you’d like too bring in the same area every time: right by the tunnel so that he can kiss you before and after he plays

Usually its just a simple quick peck on the lips…

But today after his team surprisingly lost against the Browns, and in the midst of the post-NBA game chaos, Aomine leaned up to kiss you up where you were seated, as per usual

You leaned down to meet him halfway, pressing your lips on his then pulling away from the peck you were used to at games. However, Daiki just urgently cups your face in his giant hands and kisses you with astonishing passion, stealing your breath, and moving his soft lips across yours in the heady way that turns you into goo the way only Aomine knows how

His Big dick energy is on 100

and just when you forget where you even are and try to deepen the kiss, your boyfriend pulls away briskly and walks to the changeroom without so much as a goodbye

You knew that that kiss meant that you better prepare yourself NOW for the hotel room tonight because he is pissed about losing that game and he will take out his aggression on his beautiful girlfriend

You are left flustered and impossibly horny after that kiss, you have to embarrassingly smile at your girlfriends who are just as confused with Aomine’s PDA

That night, Aomine is completely silent when the driver brings you two back to the hotel, and he is silent when you two step into the luxurious elevator, too. You’re used to it from dating an athlete, but you also know that the more silent your man is, the angrier he is about losing, meaning the better he will rail once you two get upstairs

You look up at him, staring only at his soft lips and tanned skin as you two step in the elevator and press floor 26. Another group of people are walking toward your elevator when Aomine growls lowly, so low that only you can hear it. He steps forward and puts his hand out as to say “stop” and the group halts in their place. Aomine nods at them once.

“Occupied.”

he states: his tone allowing absolutely zero room for debate. Aone stares down the surprised group as the doors shut.

When they do close, your NBA player immediately whips around and lunges for you—or should I say your lips—crashing his soft ones on yours and making an entrance into your mouth, never having to beg for one. Begging is your job, when he’s edging you.

You give in and open your mouth, inhaling the scent of your boyfriend’s manly cologne and moaning into the kiss.

Aomine’s large tongue dominates yours into submission, roaming everywhere he’d like to, which also happens to be everywhere you’d like him to, also. He then sucks on your tongue with fervour at the same time that he takes both your breasts in his hands, massaging them gently.

While he is kissing you oh-so-harshly but amazingly, his hand’s ministrations are the quite the contrary— as delicate as a flower, using them to lift the bottom of your breasts slightly as if he’s weighing them, humming because he loves our chest, then using his thumbs to encircle your nipples

Aomine lets out an appreciative sigh into your mouth as your nipples harden underneath his soft touch

You can’t handle this, so you’re arching into his touch, silently begging him to be just as rough with his caresses as he is with his kisses.

He knows the contrast of his no-mercy kiss and barely there tit massage is driving you crazy

He knows.

So you tap him twice on the side of his arm: your safe signal that means you need a second, this time it’s so that you can check why this elevator is the slowest one in the fucking world mate, and when Aomine feels your tap he instantly releases you from the kiss

You immediately regretted your decision.

“No, I untap, still kiss me,” You whispered, breathless and shaken by how much you felt lost when his lips weren’t on yours.

Aomine stared into your eyes with his fiery dark blue ones, searching them to make sure you are good. When his search is merely met with the dark sultry expression in your eyes pleading at him to continue, he then just smirks but switches: now landing soft sweet kisses on your cheeks, forehead…. and then your lips but—

Since this is a switch, now that means Aomine’s gentle caresses from before now become much more relentless, taking your tits in handfuls, pushing them together and tweaking your nipples at the same time

You groan out of pleasure and Daiki does too, you not even realizing that you ultimately forgot to even check what floor y’all were passing. You just wanted him to be between your legs already

Aomine realized that his best game loss cure is making you orgasm, so you knew you anticipated the long night ahead of you

The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the top floor finally, and Aomine lifts you up with one arm, his left forearm just under your ass, your racing heart pressed to his ear. If you lifted your hand you could easily touch the ceiling lights.

While you mentally thought about what article of clothing you were going to tear off your man first, Aomine lazily searched for the room key.

“God, hurry up,” You snap breathlessly, impatiently wanting his lips on yours again.

Your boyfriend just chuckles heartily before admitting that he forgot the key pass in the car.

You kinda want to rip his head off but you hold back because if you do that then who will kiss you madly and ruin you in the best way other than the love of your life, tonight?

Aomine just nonchalantly trotted back to the elevator and pressed the button again so the doors opened. He steps inside and immediately dropped you down a few inches (still holding you), leaning in to make out with you silly once more. You are in heaven 😩

On the way down, when the elevator annoyingly stopped on a random floor—breaking your kiss to accommodate others........ you ultimately made Aomine fall in love with you even more because you surprised him—beating him to the punch by putting a hand out to the hotel guests and stating,

“Occupied.”

Before the doors shut.

Back to my 2020 KNB Masterlist!

[wrenhyperfixates]

Through it All

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: The happiness of the night of your engagement to Loki is suddenly marred by the fact that your brother has been hurt. Loki, however, remains by your side and helps you through your pain. Warnings: mentions of a car accident, but not descriptive in the slightest; fluff A/N: Here you go my lovely nonny! Please enjoy :) 

Tag List: @lucywrites02 @frostedgiant​​ @lunarmoon8​ @twhiddlestonsstuff​ @lokistan​

Disclaimer: Gif not mine

The weight of the ring box was heavy in Loki’s jacket pocket. He was currently seated across from you at Le Jules Verne, one of the best restaurants the city of Paris had to offer. You’d just finished dessert, and he was taking the last sips of his wine. Unfortunately, it was the Midgardian kind, so it did not quite take the edge off of his nerves as he had been hoping.

“Merci,” he said to the waiter that brought him the check.

“So, after this we’re going to go to the top of the tower, right?” you asked, eyes wide with anticipation. “And then I’m thinking we stop at that little bakery near our hotel. You know, the one that has those delicious macarons. And then tomorrow is our last day here. Can you believe it? I feel like it went so fast.”

“Indeed, my darling, it sounds like a wonderful plan. As for when our last day is, we could always take more time if that is what you desire.”

“I’m pretty sure Fury would kill us.”

“Well, I would like to see him try. You forget, I am a god.”

You laughed as the waiter came back to collect the check. A few minutes later, you and Loki were on your way to the top of the Eiffel Tower, hand in hand, both of you smiling uncontrollably. Reaching your destination, you stood by the railing and looked out over the beautiful city, talking about everything and nothing. Eventually, the conversation fizzled out, and you fell into silence, the kind that is just as meaningful as talking. You rested your head on Loki’s shoulder, and his thumb rubbed circles onto the back of your hand, still clasped together with his. Your beauty in the moonlight and the smile on your face made his heart swell with love for you. There was no doubt in his mind that he was making the right move. Loki said your name and gently pulled away from you.

“What is it?” you asked.

“There’s something I have been wanting to say for a long time now. Do you remember what you said to me three years ago today?”

“Sure I do. It was the night of our first date. You’d been so nervous you hardly said anything, and I thought you’d just said yes to me out of pity. When I asked you about it, though, you told me that it was because you were unworthy, a monster. Then I told you that you were no monster, that it’s all perspective, and the true monsters would never admit themselves one. The fact that you thought yourself so unworthy actually proved the opposite. You were beautiful then Loki. You’re still beautiful now. Why do you ask?”

“Because that was the day I knew I wanted to marry you.”

He got down on one knee and brought out the box, popping it open to reveal a beautiful ring. You let out an audible gasp, your hands flying up to cover your mouth. You stammered his name, trying to find the words to describe what you were feeling right now. For a brief second, you wondered if this was a dream, if you’d fallen asleep resting against Loki. Maybe he had teleported you back to the hotel and was currently tucking you in, placing a kiss to your forehead before climbing in beside you. But no, his eyes were too vivid, that hard to place color that never was exactly as sharp in your dreams. This was real. This was the happiest day of your life.

“Darling,” he began, “I cannot properly express how much I love you. You are the air I breathe. My very heart, that steady beat you provide giving me life. I do not know how else to say it except to call you my everything. I want to devote myself to you, unite our lives forever. My dearest darling, will you do me the incredible honor of marrying me?”

“I- Loki, of course I will,” you said, happy tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Yes, of course. Nothing in this world could ever make me happier.”

Arising from his position on the floor, Loki slid the ring onto your finger. You pulled him in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist and yours behind his neck. After breaking apart, you admired the ring and released a dreamy sigh.

“It’s perfect, Loki. Let’s take a picture so we always remem-”

Your sentence cut off abruptly, and you sucked in a sharp breath, your entire body going stiff as you looked at the screen of your phone. You typed something into it, hands now shaking. A second later, it rang. Pressing accept, you raised it to your ear.

“Please tell me it’s not true,” you whispered to whoever was on the other end.

Loki strained, trying to hear what was being said. He could make out a few of the words your mother’s hysterical voice uttered. Accident... Brother... Dying. You were crying now, though it was no longer from joy. A few moments later, you hung up. Your hand fell to your side, and Loki was quick to crush your body against his in a hug.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” you said. “We have to go. Now. I have to book a flight. Quick. I- I have to.”

Loki shushed you as silent sobs wracked your body. “No need to apologize, darling. Just tell me where you need to go.”

You numbly rattled off the address of the hospital your brother had been brought to. Still holding you tight, Loki instantly transported you there, before even your parents could arrive. Minutes later, they came rushing in, and you and your mother hugged each other, becoming one sobbing mess.

“Loki,” your father greeted, sounding more dead than alive.

“Sir, I am sorry to hear the news,” he solemnly replied, giving his hand a firm shake. “Please, let me know if there is anything I can do.”

All he was met with was a small nod of the head from your father who was too close to tears to choke anything else out. Eventually, you sat down in the waiting room, your tears spent for the moment. It was still unclear what exactly had happened, you just knew that there had been a bad car crash. Your brother was in fatal condition, barely hanging on to life. The doctors were doing everything they could, but things were looking bleak.

“Darling, look at me,” Loki gently ordered, pulling you into his lap. He took your hand and placed a soft kiss to your knuckles. “He will survive; he is a fighter. Your Midgardian doctors are very talented, and I have every faith they will save him. You must not give up hope.”

“He could die, though. They said he’s in a bad condition. I... I don’t know if he’s going to make it, Loki, and I can’t stand that thought.”

“Bad condition, yes, but not dead. He will recover, I am sure of it. Your belief in that can make all the difference. Please, darling, hold on.”

“Ok,” you whispered, trying to be as strong as Loki, your pillar of light in this dark tragedy. “I’ll try.”

The waiting felt like it was lasting forever. You cried in short bursts for the next hour, all the while Loki rubbed comforting patterns on your back. You didn’t know it, but they were runes for protection, comfort, clarity, and love. He kept whispering words in your ear, both Midgardian and Asgardian, trying to make you feel better. The fact that he was there at all helped a great deal.

Finally, just when you thought you couldn’t take the suspense anymore, the doctor came out with an unreadable face. You all held in a breath, fearing the worst but praying for the best.

“He’s alright for now,” the doctor said. “He’s stable for the moment, but we have concerns. He’ll need to stay in the hospital for a while longer.”

Your mother burst out crying again, this time from relief, thanking the doctor profusely. After talking to him for a few more minutes, you were allowed to go back and see your brother. Loki, however, was not yet allowed to visit on account of he wasn’t family.

Settling back down into a waiting room chair, Loki sighed in relief. For all his bold, confident words, he wasn’t all that sure your brother would survive. Thankfully, though, he was fine, and Loki could rest easy knowing your concern would be greatly lessened.

“Hey,” you said a while later, coming back into the waiting area. “You didn’t have to wait here for me. I could have caught a ride with my parents.”

“But the thing is, my darling, I wanted to stay to make sure you were going to be ok. I did have to stay because my heart, my love, tethers me to you. I needed to be here for you.”

“I love you, Loki.”

You cupped his cheek and kissed him sweetly. Moving back, he grabbed your hand and carefully removed your ring. You gave him a quizzical look, but before you could question him, he was getting on one knee, and you began to catch on.

“I cannot imagine my life without you in it,” he said. “Through our triumphs and our failures, our gains and our losses, through all that this world can throw at us, I want to be by your side. Darling, I feel the need to ask you again, so the moment may live in unreserved bliss: Will you marry me?”

“Oh, Loki. Absolutely yes. I can’t imagine living without you, either, and I never want to!”

Once again, he brought the ring to reside on your finger, and you kissed again. Though it was true that not everything was completely perfect, you felt safe and happy. You knew that with Loki, everything would be alright.

[malfoys-demigod]

Exchange Student Pt. 2 - Tim Drake x Reader

Requested by: @anothertimdrakestan​ - “this made me 🥺🥺🥺 i loved it! if you do a part two of them vibing in switzerland tag me in it!!!🥰🥰🥰”

A/N: Hi, @anothertimdrakestan​ I’m so glad you loved it!! I never thought of doing a second part but since I’m honored you loved and requested it, I’ll gladly do it! I hope it lives up to your expectations! This one’s for you!! <333

Summary: After Tim managed to pull some strings and enroll in the same boarding school as yours, he takes this opportunity to spend quality time with his girlfriend since nobody can interfere... unless familiar faces decide to show up. 

PART ONE

Ever since your former crush and now boyfriend, Tim Drake unexpectedly arrived, the both of you have been inseparable. From sitting together in all your classes (Tim had Bruce persuade the school office for Tim’s schedule to be EXACTLY the same as yours), eating together, sneaking off to visit each others dorms, and now to having extravagant dates in Switzerland (care of Bruce, obviously -- like seriously, Tim told his family he scored the right after you guys became official so Bruce would casually pick up his phone back at Gotham and reserve you two seats at the best places he could get. Also, he rented Tim the best cars ever for him to drive you two around.) every weekend! 

You could also remember the time you introduced Tim to Luca and Gabriel. 

“TIM! You HAVE to meet Luca and Gabriel this instant! They’re going to be so shocked to see you here!” you jumped up and down. 

Without waiting for Tim to answer, you grabbed his hand and dashed all the way to the library in search of your friends who appeared to be having a little make-out session by the corner. 

“Ehem..” you fake coughed. 

Luca and Gabriel’s hearts stopped and looked at you like deers jaywalking on the road. You were the only person they told about their secret make-out spot so they jumped, pulling away from each other. “Jesus, Y/N! I swear-” Luca stopped his sentence as he and Gabriel’s eyes now focused on the new face in the back. 

“Is that the Timothy boy you kept rambling about?” Luca gasped.

Tim blushed, discovering that you’ve been talking about him this whole time you were here. “How did you know exactly what I looked like? I could be some student who passed by and saw what you two were doing.” 

“Please, honey. Y/N here managed to show us ALL the pictures she had of you from the minute we asked about her life back at Gotham.” Gabriel snickered.  

From that time on, Tim became good friends with the two as well, so close that he saw them as tour guides, asking them where the best spots to take you on a date would be. Since they were dormates, he would endlessly ask them for tips and literally ANYTHING! It was a good thing they weren’t irritated by it, for they found it cute and would do anything to help him make his and your stay here memorable. 

Sleep deprived, Tim stayed up late at night, tagging along Luca and Gabriel on his brainstorming ideas on where to take you on this week’s date. 

“Timothy! (literally both Luca and Gabriel know he goes by Tim but call him Timothy since they think it suits him more.) Have you heard of Les Diablerets?” Luca asked. 

“Does it look like I have?” Tim chuckled and opened his laptop to check it out. His eyes widened, seeing how it was one of those beautiful snowy mountains with attention grabbing attractions, making his mouth form a huge “O”. 

“Damn.” was all he could say. 

“I’d knew you’d say that. Anyways, there’s this restaurant there called Les Mazots. Get a reservation first thing tomorrow for lunch at make sure to get a seat outside for the views.” 

“Just hope you get a seat, it’s always crowded and people barely get lucky.” Gabriel added. 

Tim took a deep breath and exhaled, overwhelmed but slightly hopeful that he could get you both a seat with the magic word “Wayne”. “The place is a bit far, but I’m glad Bruce rented me a sweet car for the trip-”

“Uh no car, fründ (”friend” in Swiss-German). You want to make this trip authentic? Stop. Using. Your. Damn. Automobile. Walk to nearby places, take the taxi, and for this long trip, add a train to it. I’m sure you can buy first class coach tickets. Just make things authentic, please.” Luca placed his arms on Tim’s shoulders with a serious look. 

“I suppose why not.” Tim shrugged. 

-- 

A day later

“Timothy Drake-WAYNE, not using his fancy cars or planes today? I’m really surprised we managed to travel to Les Diableretes without a single transportation given by Bruce. What’s with the change?” you raised your eyebrows. 

“I just thought, to make our time here together memorable, why not make things... authentic?” 

As you last looked at the beautiful view, the both of you stepped out of the gondola lift hand in hand, you arrived at the restaurant. 

It wasn’t exactly the fanciest like a restaurant at The Ritz Carlton, but it definetely made do. The both of you never had the experience of dining in a cozy looking log designed restaurant BY THE MOUNTAINS, so it was very much a memorable day to experience. Neither of you moved as you both stood, looking at the restaurant which had a beautiful view of the mountains. 

A waiter appeared to see you starstrucked so she stepped out to speak to the teens in love. “Beautiful isn’t it?” she said, making the both of you snap back to reality. 

“Uh, yes, very much.” you smiled. 

“I trust you have a reservation with us today?”

Tim nodded, “Yes, Wayne.”

The waiter widened her eyes, “Ah, Monsieur Wayne, yes table for two by the view? Come with me.”

-- 

Lunch was everything you could have hoped for. This was a dream come true. Lounging and taking the surreal beauty of the Swiss Mountains as you savored your meals. Tim and you spent the time to also take pictures together, and enjoy each other’s presence. 

“And how’s your food, mon amour?” Tim playfully said.

“Scrumptious, thank you. May I ask you the same?” you giggled. 

“Bien, merci.” 

As Tim waved the gesture for the bill, the same waiter from earlier came by with a happy look. “Monsieur Wayne, your bill has been taken cared of.”

Before you could ask who, Tim turned around to see the Batfam eyeing you two with the biggest heart eyes. Dick even waved with a camera on his other hand as he had been taking photos of you two ever since you sat down on your seats. 

“Oh my gosh, you’re family is here!” you laughed which made Tim sigh in embarassment. 

“Can we please not go over there?” Tim pleaded. 

“Sure, anyways they’re coming over to us.” you giggled. 

Dick was the first to give Tim the biggest hug ever, “SURPRISE TIMBO!” 

“You thought you could get away from us tracking your whereabouts, huh, replacement?” Jason scoffed. 

Tim shot a confusing look, “W-what?!”

“Tt. Father placed a tracking device in your car. Seems like you didn’t use it today.” Damian explained. 

“That’s because Tim here decided to make things ‘authentic’ as he would say.” you added. 

“Authentic?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at Tim, waiting for an answer. 

“We walked, took a taxi, train, and gondola lift. No cars, planes, or anything. I just wanted to make our time memorable.” he said, holding your hand. 

“Well, I suppose you two can do that. We’ll be commuting our way.” Bruce nonchalantly said. 

“WE’LL?” Tim jumped. 

“That’s right, Timbers! We missed our little computer genius brother-” Dick was interrupted by Damian who said, “Not me.” “It’s only a few months before Y/N’s exchange program ends. Why not stay here with the both of you?” Dick patted Tim’s back. 

“Besides I’d like to look for some Swiss ladies.” Jason wriggled his eyebrows for which nobody responded to. 

“So much for vibing ALONE together in Switzerland.” Tim rolled his eyes. 

You gave him a small kiss in the cheek. “Hey, it’s not like you’ll be living with them. You and me in the dorms, remember?” you smirked.

“Oh, I remember.” he whispered in your ears. 

[thebadgerclan]

Lord and Lady Prince-Chapter 14

Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

Chapter Summary: The final outing....

A/N: Chapter 15 will be the last chapter!

Paris.  Severus brought you to Paris.  Paris!  “Sev,” you whispered.  He rested a hand on the small of your back.  “Yes my love.”  He led you into….a newsstand?  “Trust me,” he said as you walked through the small door.  Once inside, you were greeted with velvet sofas, crystal chandeliers, and trays of bubbling champagne everywhere.  There was little time for you to look around, Severus was leading you to your table.  It has the most gorgeous view you’d ever seen in your life, and as Severus poured you wine, you were taking it all in.

“This is amazing Sev,” you said as he sat across from you.  “My princess deserves only the best.”  A waiter soon approached, and Severus placed your orders. “Bonjour, pourrais-je obtenir le boeuf bourguignon et ma charmante dame aura les côtelettes d'agneau.” (hello, could I get the Boeuf Bourguignon and my lovely lady will have the lamb chops.)  The waiter wrote your orders down.  “Oh, je vais aussi lui demander de m'épouser ce soir, pourrais-je aussi commander une souris en chocolat pour le dessert?”  (Oh, I will also be asking her to marry me tonight, could I order a chocolate mouse for dessert as well?)

The waiter nodded.  “Bien sûr monsieur, y aura-t-il autre chose?” (Of course sir, will there be anything else?)  “Non, merci.”  You stared at him while he spoke.  “You speak french?!”  “Why yes, you didn’t know?”  You shook your head.  “I’ve never heard you speak french before today!”  He smiled as he sipped his wine.  Your food was soon brought and silence fell while you ate.  “This is incredible, Sev, thank you so much.”  “Anything for you, my love.”

After about an hour, a different waiter brought a chocolate mouse for dessert.  Veux-tu m'épouser? was written on the plate in chocolate sauce.  “Sev?”  “Hmm?”  “There’s something written on the plate.”  He stood and looked at the plate, relieved to see the kitchen staff listened to him.  “Ahh, of course,” Severus said.  “My love, this past month has shown me how much I truly depend on you, and how much being apart has torn me apart.  I love you more than anything in this world, and would do anything to keep you by my side for eternity.”

You laughed.  “That’s lovely Sev, I love you too, but what does this say?”  He dropped to one knee and pulled a box from his pocket.  “Y/N M/N L/M, will you marry me?”  You covered your mouth as tears sprang to your eyes.  “Yes!  Yes I will marry you!”  Severus stood and took you in his arms.  And for the first time in a month, he kissed you.  Your lips molded against his, your arms winding around his neck, eyes slipping shut.

He held you close as he kissed you, trying to make up for a month’s worth of lost kisses.  You pulled back and smiled, the biggest smile he’d ever seen.  Severus showed you the ring, a stunning diamond flanked by small emeralds.  If you looked closely, the Prince family crest could be seen through the diamond.  You removed your courtship ring and handed it to Severus, sliding your engagement ring on your finger.  

“It’s beautiful,” you whispered, and Severus kissed you again, lingering for longer than was appropriate in public, but who cares?  “Not as beautiful as you, my lovely fiance.”  You sat back down, Severus moving his seat to be close to you.  He fed you spoonfuls of the mouse, a smile on his face the whole time.  When you arrived home, he dipped you and kissed you deeply, tongue dancing with yours.  

“We’ll be married within the week,” he told you.  “Everything’s set, I arranged a dress fitting for you on Tuesday, flower arrangements will be ordered tomorrow, just tell me who you want there and I’ll get it done.”  You blushed.  “I thought I’d be more active in planning my wedding, but I’ll admit, being surprised is nice.”  Severus kissed you once more as you arrived at your bedroom door.  “I love you always, my love.”  “I love you most.”  You showered,  dropped the oil on your pillow, and fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

[mnthpprt]

Chapter 16: Secrets Of Sorrow

The walk to the market is peaceful, a welcome moment of calm after the ordeal in the coffee house. Arthur points out his favorite spots as we pass by them, and we talk about every topic under the late morning sun, the conversation peppered with his usual innuendos, at which I simply roll my eyes and laugh.

I already thought he was fun to be around, but I have now seen a whole new side to him under his nonchalant charm and flirty jokes. The way he rushed to help me has made me appreciate his company in a different way. Despite his predatory attitude, I know that he would never hurt me, that he cares. He showed me the goodness in his heart, and I trust him that much more for it.

We’re in the middle of passionately discussing one of Agatha Christie’s mysteries, which I just told him about, when we run into someone.

“Will,” Arthur greets him. They know each other.

“Lucky to encounter thee on this quaint day, Arthur.” The man speaks English, but he sounds so... old. Even for the 19th century. He turns to me, his mismatched eyes on mine as he reaches for my hand and bows down to kiss it. “Forgive me, my lady, but thou art so lovely I cannot help but admire thy beauty. William Shakespeare, at thy service.” 

Well, that explains the antiquated way in which he talks. He stands straight again, and his long hair falls over one of his eyes. I forcibly shove my confusion to the back of my mind and decide to just go with it as I introduce myself, my hand still extended into his.

“Anaïs Bertran. Are you a friend of le Comte?” He nods, understanding the implication of my words. So he’s a vampire too. “How odd, I’ve never seen you at the mansion. Anyway, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.” There is something off putting about the way he smiles at me, almost as if he is plotting something. Regardless, I am intrigued by the glimmer in his golden eye. He finally releases his delicate hold of my hand and pushes his long hair behind his ear, revealing his other eye. The sunlight makes the red in it seem even brighter, the odd shade of pooled blood visible where his iris should be. I wonder how it got that way. 

It is then that I notice how quiet Arthur has been and glance at him. The smile on his lips is tense, forced for the sake of politeness.

“We should go,” I say. “Sebastian must be waiting for me at the market. I don’t know how I’ll get back if I miss the coach.”

Arthur nods before putting his arm around my waist.

“Good day, William.” He seems eager to usher me away, but the other writer stops us before we leave.

“Wait,” he calls out. “A friend of mine will hold a ball this week. It would be my pleasure to invite thee, lady Anaïs. Thou mayst bring whomever thou wishest as thy companion.”

“Thank you, William, I’ll be there.” Unnerving as he is, the prospect of experiencing a party in this time period sounds appealing enough for me to accept. “You know where to send the invitation.”

As soon as I nod goodbye, Arthur begins walking away, discreetly pushing me along with him. Once we’re out of earshot, I turn to him.

“So, what did he do that was bad enough to get kicked out of the mansion and warrant this cold attitude from you? Come on, spill the tea.”

“You’re quite perceptive, dove,” he chuckles. “As you have already deduced, he was turned by le Comte, but by the time I arrived he was no longer a resident. I heard he left of his own accord. As to why, I cannot say.”

“So you just dislike him because he’s creepy?” I tease him, although I would be a hypocrite to deny Shakespeare gives me a weird vibe, too.

“No, dear. I dislike him because I do not trust him.” I raise an eyebrow at his answer, and he goes on. “Dazai and I meet with him sometimes to discuss our work, as fellow authors, but there are certain... creative differences that I cannot overlook.” Before I can ask him to elaborate, he changes the topic. “I am afraid I will be unable to attend the ball with you, darling. I am approaching a deadline with a publisher and I have work to do. You should ask the other residents, though. I’m willing to bet at least one would be thrilled to accompany you.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but ultimately buy his excuse. He must be using a pseudonym or something. I decide against pressing the matter any further. Instead, we go back to where we left off our previous conversation.

“What’s the name of that book again?” he asks. “You’re doing an awful job of explaining the plot, dear.”

“Murder on the Orient Express. Don’t blame me,” I laugh, “ I just don’t want to spoil the mystery, and it’s hard to remember exactly how all the clues were presented. Piecing them together is most of the fun. Such a shame that you can’t read it, it won’t be published until 1930... something. 34, maybe? Whatever, ” I turn to him with a smile, “just know that you are the one responsible for making this genre so popular. I’ve lost count of all the adaptations of Sherlock Holmes there are in my time.”

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, because he frowns and looks away from me. I remember reading somewhere that Arthur disliked Sherlock Holmes, but I never really knew why.

“Sorry, I didn’t know it was such a sensitive topic.” I gently squeeze his arm, prompting him to face me again. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He quietly shakes his head. For a moment, I am taken aback by all the pain harbored in his blue eyes. It is fleeting, and disappears so quickly it makes me question what I just saw, replaced by his usual smirk.

“We’re here, darling. Welcome to the market.”

I quickly spot Sebastian in the crowd. He is carrying a canvas bag, like mine, but the flaccid and empty appearance of it leads me to believe he must have done multiple trips to and from the carriage.

“Thank you, Arthur.” I stand on my toes to wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. “For everything. I better go before I lose sight of Sebastian again.”

“See you at the mansion, dove” he winks, before promptly turning around to walk away. I take it as my cue to penetrate the mass of people, and slowly but surely, I eventually squeeze through to make my way to the butler.

“Hey,” I poke the back of his shoulder to get his attention, and he smiles when he turns away from the fruit stall. “It was a bit of an adventure, but I finally got the coffee. Also, I’m never doing that again, ever.”

“You’ll have to tell me all about it on the way home,” he laughs. “I’m almost done here, Anaïs. You can go wait in the coach, it’s parked on the other side.”

Thankful for the option to finally put down the heavy sack of coffee creating indents on my shoulder, I nod and disappear into the crowd after calling a lazy “see ya” over my shoulder. The market stalls are nothing special, all of them displaying all sorts of foods and handcrafted items. The people browsing them, though, I find incredibly fascinating. Ladies in full skirts and big hats ponder which kind of artisanal soap to buy, while gentlemen clad in suits hassle with the vendors. Like in my time, people are just people, but observing their fashion and etiquette is nothing short of interesting.

I roam through, slowly making my way across the market, when something catches my eye. Near the exit, a stall selling herbal remedies and various plants has a bouquet of tall yellow flowers on display. They are a kind I had not seen in the gardens of the mansion, but my eyes widen when I recognize them.

The Saint John’s Wort is a sudden reminder of a very important thing I left behind when I was transported back in time. With everything going on, I have completely forgotten to take my antidepressants. Not that I could have, had I remembered, for I do not have access to that kind of medication here. Those small yellow flowers are the closest alternative.

I approach the stall and inspect the flowers, confirming that they are, indeed, Saint John’s Wort. Making a strong enough concentrate out of them will take me weeks, so I better get to work before the withdrawal symptoms start.

“I’ll take all of these, please,” I tell the vendor, a short man with a bushy moustache and a rounded belly. “Do you also sell tincture?”

He puts up his index finger, indicating me to wait, and digs around some boxes below the counter. When he emerges again, he puts a small vial by the bouquet.

“There you go, mademoiselle. It will be seven francs.”

“Merci,” I thank him as I hand him the required amount of coins. With the large bouquet in my arms and the vial safely inside my bag, I make my way outside, where the same carriage that brought us here awaits me and Sebastian.

When he finally joins me, I shuffle over to the side, trying to make space for him between all the crates of produce that cover the seats.

“Nice flowers,” he simply says. “Though if you wanted an arrangement we could have made a better one from the garden.”

“They’re not for decoration,” I explain. In part because I need it, and in part to illustrate my point, I fish out the vial of tincture from my bag and pour a drop into my mouth, which makes my face contort from the bitter taste. “They’re medicine.”

“Oh.” Sebastian’s brows join in concern. “Do you mind me asking what for?”

“It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. I’m not ill or anything,” I hurriedly reassure him. I have no qualms about telling him the truth, but I don’t know how he will react. Even in our time, prejudice surrounding this topic is still a problem. I notice he is still observing me, patiently waiting for an answer, and I turn my gaze to the window. “It’s, uh...” I stammer quietly, “for my brain. Can’t exactly get meds around here...”

“I am so sorry, I didn’t know,” his tone suddenly softens. I am relieved by the lack of judgement, but the pity... The pity is almost worse. “If there is anything I can do for you -”

“Sebastian, it’s fine,” I interrupt him. “I’m fine. I just... I get a little sad and a little anxious sometimes, that’s it.” That is a massive understatement, but I really don’t want to delve into it right now. “You don’t have to treat me any differently. Please. That would make me feel worse.”

He takes a deep breath and stares at me for a few seconds, as if pondering whether I’m telling the truth or not. After what feels like an eternity, he finally smiles.

“Okay, Anaïs. I will keep being strict, I promise.” He chuckles, breaking the awkward silence, and I smile too. “Alright, now tell me what happened with the coffee! I want to know!”

[izacore]

Time flies fast when you’re clowning your life away. Welcome and take a seat, cause the third episode of Clowneries has just arrived!

Last time we talked a bit about Arthur’s home life and family, but we left you on a note that not everything had been said yet. Yes, his situation at home may not be one of the happiest and yes, it may be exhausting for him to go back there every day but... What if there actually is someone who he wants to come back home to? 

In season 4 we could see a sibling dynamic between Imane and Idriss - a sister and a brother with not that big age difference and with wonderful, caring parents. And, judging by the dots we’ve connected, we’re going to get this beautiful sibling love once again. This time though, the main is not the younger sibling. Tonight, we bring you this:

Arthur is a big brother and has a baby sister.

How many times have we all called Arthur the mom friend of le gang. Making sure his friends eat their meals, always having their back, motivating and cheering them up. He’s caring, affectionate and observant. And I bet he’s the same way with his sister.

On November 6th/7th they were having a night shoot, on which a new character was present. We know this thanks to @ shirleydraimakeupartist on ig, who added this to her story (later shared by skamfrance.live, too):

What we can see is that she was preparing an obviously new character since she had to disguise them as not to give away too much. If we take a closer look, that person seems to be a little girl, dressed in a pink, probably ballet outfit. She looks tiny on that chair and while standing she’s not even taller than a sitting Robin. 

(I will spare you me screaming about it and Mags thinking it may be his twin sister... That’s what happens when hiatus gets into you.)

Now, you may say, she can play a totally different character! And while that may also be the case, would they really bring a little girl into a show that’s centered around teenagers if she wasn’t significantly connected to the main? The scene(s) that was filmed then was heavily emotional cause the next morning David tweeted that:

To see a little miracle happening before my eyes yesterday on set, late in the night, and remind ourselves the chance we have to tell beautiful stories and live some at every moment... breathed and in tears, shared with my team  (translation by @livia-sz​ , merci 💛 ).

That brings us to a conclusion that Arthur and that little girl must share moving scenes and we just don’t see any other explanation for it than: they’re siblings. Let’s also not forget, that Hippo has said that his favourite character is a new one that we don’t know yet. If the girl is as iconic as Arthur we find it hard to be surprised she’s taken that spot. She can also be the half of a new character since she’s a child so it all just seems plausible.

Just imagine this dysfunctional family with parents neglecting their children - a toxic, self-absorbed father and a possibly dead mother. Arthur, who is older, has already learnt to live with that, found a way to defend himself from everything getting too much into him (cough sarcasm as a defense mechanism cough) but he, being the person he is, doesn’t want it to affect his little baby sis who is just in this age when she requires most attention. Maybe he attended her ballet show cause the parents didn’t have time for her, as usual? The possibilities are endless. Exploring a new dynamic between siblings with such age difference could give us a lot of tears and laughter. Imagine the cuteness of it all! Or the banter and bickering! Arthur being a big bro always taking care of his little sister and the sister looking up to him :’) . We are so excited thinking about it and can’t wait to see it happen on our screens! 

tl;dr another member of Arthur’s family is his little sister, ballet dancer, who he seems to have a lot of emotional scenes with.

There it is! A character that, if we’re lucky, we may get to meet in a month. Thank you for your attention! Next episode will be up again on Mags’s blog ( @vildeliens​ ) on Sunday, 22.12. See you! 🤡  

[starshinegoblin]

I’m Sorry

Writer’s Notes: This is set in my arranged au; In this au, Jin Ling’s parents where his mother died in child birth. His father is alive just stepped down now that his son has married; 

Kiss Prompt: A Kiss Where It Hurts // Prompt List 

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“If my husband asks you who was injured during the hunt. I do not want you telling him I was among them.” Jin Ling ordered, trying to keep still as the healing disciple lathered a salve over his wound just above his right hip below his ribs. A deep gash from the claws of the monster he’d hunted with Lan Sizhui last night. 

“With all due respect, Sect Leader, I am not telling Senior Lan that.” Liao Ting stated, bluntly before bowing in apologetic respect. The younger man’s face thinned into a frown. They both knew that Lan Jingyi would be upset that his husband had been injured, and most importantly he didn’t react well to not being informed. They both visibly shivered at the memory the last time it’d happened. 

Jin Ling huffed in displeasure. He didn’t want his husband to know that he’d been hurt during the hunt last night. He’d promised Lan Jingyi that he wouldn’t be careless, and he wasn’t...honestly! It’s just that the beast they thought was causing trouble hinted that it was a solitary one. However, that wasn’t the case. It in fact had a pack and one of them had managed to get the slip on Jin Ling as he was protecting Lan Sizhui. Thankfully, Ouyang Zizhen had shown up shortly afterwards. They were able to get rid of the pack and head back to Baling. 

“Whatever.” Jin Long grunted gesturing for the disciple to resume wrapping up his side. He hoped that by the time that his husband had returned from his trip to Leling that he’d be mostly healed. The first being that he didn’t want to explain how he’d gotten hurt and two…

He stopped his thoughts, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. His husband had an insatiable appetite. Something he should have seen coming after the many times he’d overheard conversations between his jiujius.  Which led him to another thought that had him paling. 

“Will it scar?” Jin Ling asked as the disciple finished dressing his wound.

“The claws dug deeper in certain places. I believe there will be a bit of scaring.” Liao Ting answered, nodding as he started to clean up his supplies. 

“Damn it.” Jin ling cursed, low making the disciple still. “You can go, thank you, Liao Ting.” 

“It was my pleasure.” Liao Ting answered, giving a respectful bow, then taking his things and leaving Jin Ling pondering just how he was going to tell his husband. 

Lan Jingyi was back from his visit to Leing with the small group of disciples that he’d taken with him. The request to aid Leling had arrived shortly after Jin Ling had left for Baling. So, he’d gone there in his husband’s stead to assist the city. It hadn’t taken him long to find out that it was a group of bandits trying to trick the city into giving tribute to appease the deity they’d claimed the city angered.

I didn’t think he’d be back so soon Lan Jingyi thought as he spotted Jin Chan and Xue Qing talking in the courtyard just outside the great hall. He gestured in dismissal to the disciples that followed him before making his way to the great hall. The doors open allowing the cool spring air inside. He stood just in the doorway taking in the sight. Elder Tang is standing in the center of the room speaking while the other elder’s were seated at their tables. Looking past Elder Tang, to his husband sitting on the large golden throne on the dais at the far end of the room. 

Lan Jingyi eyes narrowed at Jin Ling’s posture though. Instead of sitting in the center, the man was seated beside the right arm. The perfect posture he’d no doubt learned from his during his youth wasn’t present as he was leaning back and to the side putting most of his weight on the armrest. The happy smile on his face thining a bit. He hadn’t heard of his husband being injured when he’d come through. So it was confusing him as to why his husband was sitting as he was. 

It’d taken Jin Ling a few moments to realize that it was his husband standing in the doorway. The robes had thrown him off because they were actually his and the least flashy robes he owned. The outer robe is made from a white opalescent silk with golden thread embroidery on the collar and sleeves. His long ink colored hair only half up with a white ribbon that matched his forehead ribbon. His hazel eyes staring intently at him had him realizing how he was sitting. 

Instantly, Jin Ling went to correct himself but felt the pull of the stitches from the part of the wound that was still healing. He’d actually made his stitches come undone yesterday which is why he’s so tender and can’t sit properly today. He immediately looked away from his husband to Elder Tang, who’d stopped speaking at his sudden movement. Elder Tang turned around to see what his sect leader had been looking at making the other elder’s realize that Lan Jingyi was standing there. All of them rising and bowing to him in respect.

Lan Jingyi hadn’t missed how his husband had moved or the quickly fleeting grimace he’d made either. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what was wrong.

Lan Jingyi forced a bright smile on his face gesturing for the man to continue speaking. Elder Tang understood immediately and went back to speaking to Jin Ling as the others returned to their seats. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a disciple carrying a tray of apples walking by. He grabbed one of the apples making the female disciple chuckle. Lan Jingyi waited for Jin Ling’s gaze to meet his. When they finally did, he took a bite of his apple before leaving without saying a word. 

Jin Ling was already in their private quarter’s when Lan Jingyi returned. He knew  that his husband was upset when Lan Jingyi hadn’t come to have dinner with him. Losing his appetite he’d sent his food back but kept some for when Lan Jingyi would return. He’d gotten word from Xue Qing that he’d gone to the training grounds and had taken over the evening training. That’d been two hours ago now. The sun almost gone for the day. 

Jin Ling was sitting at their vanity table. The hair piece he’d worn today was already out and he was working the braids in his hair. He continued to take them out as he watched Lan Jingyi. The other stopped at the table to grab a hand full of the mandarian orange slices that Jin Ling had separated for him while waiting for him to come to dinner. Glad that the effort wasn’t wasted as his husband slowly walked towards him only to stop and lean against the archway separating the two rooms. Jingyi’s gaze dropping down to his waist then flicked back up to his face. The two of them waiting for the other to break the silence. 

Jin Ling bit the inside of his bottom lip not really wanting to be the first one to cave. However, it was his fault that his husband was upset. So, he let out a heavy sigh before moving to stand. He first went for his mother’s clarity bell, untying it from the ring sewn on his belt. 

“I’m sorry that I tried to hide that I was injured.” Jin Ling apologized, making sure to keep eye contact with Lan Jingyi. The indifferent expression on Lan Jingyi’s face wavered a bit. Jin Lin could tell that Lan Jingyi was thinking of what to say next. He’d broken the promise he’d made not to hide injuries after the last incident that caused the scar on his leg and a week spent in Lotus Pier. When Lan Jingyi looked away from him, Jin Ling leaned down to set the bell on their vanity. He stilled as he felt a painful pull at his side.

“Let me.” Lan Jingyi finally said finally stepping into the room. He helped Jin Ling to stand back up straight as he could then he started with untying the jade token he’d given him as a wedding present off. Lan Jingyi laid it beside the bell before stepping in close to him.  His hands carefully untying the leader belt. Though he’d dropped it promptly on the floor before working on the silk sash beneath. It too joined the belt on the floor. 

“Arms.” Lan Jingyi instructed looking at Jin Ling’s hands that’d moved to hold onto his biceps for stability. Jin Ling looked away dropping his arms to allow his husband to remove the pale silk outer robe leaving him in the thin white inner robe and trousers. Slowly, Lan Jingyi undid the stay keeping it closed then pushed it off his shoulders letting it join the rest of his clothes. 

“It’s not that bad and it doesn’t hurt.” Jin Ling offered, finally looking at his husband’s now worried expression. Lan Jingyi gently ran his fingertips over where the bandage appeared to be the thickest earning a sharp gasp from Jin Ling.

“Oh? It doesn’t hurt, husband?” Lan Jingyi asked teasingly, a knowing smirk sweeping across his face. Jin Ling felt the heat rising on more than just cheeks. 

Lan Jingyi couldn’t stay mad at him any longer despite wanting too. They’d talk more about breaking promises but Jin Ling was just too adorable like this. Especially with that delicious blush spread down his neck turning splotchy on his chest, making the freckles of his sun kissed skin more pronounced. He decided to give his wounded husband some mercy...or not.

Lan Jingyi started undoing the bandages around Jin Ling’s waist. The bandages joined the clothes on the floor exposing the wound. Most of the scratch was healed  with pinkish white scars except for one strike from the middle claw. The cut had been the deepest there and the neat row of black stitches had Lan Jingyi closing his eyes. He pushed away all the fear that sprung up and knelt down opening his eyes. His hands moving to rest on Jin Ling’s hips to keep him in place. 

“Hey…” Jin Ling started but stopped as Lan Jingyi leaned in pressing a feather light kiss to reddish tender flesh. Jin Ling let out another sharp gasp tensing beneath his touch. Before Jin Ling could say anything more Lan Jingyi stood back up and leaned in kissing him. One hand still gripped his hip while the other moved channeling qi to heal the wound. The healers of Lanling were good but their shared cultivation is stronger. Jin Ling reached out grabbing his husband’s arms again as he felt the cooling numbness of the other’s qi taking away his pain. 

“Better?” Lan Jingyi asked, smiling as they parted for air. Their foreheads resting against each other. 

“Yes.” Jin Ling answered honestly, leaning back to check the wound. The stitches gone leaving only a ugly red puffy scar. Lan Jingyi used his thumb to trace the scar making Jin Ling shiver from it being sensitive. 

“Good.” Lan Jingyi answered, tone turning serious “I understand that you’ll get hurt. It’s the nature of being a sect leader just don’t hide your injuries from me. We’ve both seen what that has done with our families. You’re my other half, Jin Ling. There will never be another.”

“And you’re mine. I am truly sorry. I will not hide them again.” Jin Ling replied earning a bright smile from his husband knowing he’d been forgiven. 

“Good, because I know the perfect way for you to make it up to me.” Lan Jingyi smugly smirked. His hands traveling down the back of the taller man’s thighs, gripping them and lifting him up. Jin Ling squirmed a bit laughing as his husband carried them to their bed. 

[queenofcats17]

If you may recall, I once asked what a BATIM-Cuphead genre swap would be like. You did have an idea for a BATIM version of Cuphead, but what about the other way around? (Assume there are no BATIM characters in the latter)

Hmm...Let’s see...

I wouldn’t want it to take place in an animation studio since that’s so integral to BATIM’s plot. So I think Cuphead in the style of BATIM would take place in an abandoned casino.

I think it would follow a similar structure of defeating bosses, but it would have the BATIM thing of delving deeper and deeper into the place they’re trapped. Instead of venturing deeper into an animation studio, it’s going deeper into an impossibly massive casino.

Like BATIM, this is gonna be pretty heavy on the body horror. I understand that you don’t really like that, but I think it would fit here.

The casino was once owned by King Dice (not his real name), and there are rumors that he made a deal with the Devil to ensure the success of his casino. It went out business years ago, although no one knows why. Cuphead and Mugman sneak in to satisfy their own curiosity and, in Cuphead’s case, get a thrill. Obviously, their names wouldn’t actually be Cuphead and Mugman, but...Well, they’ll be referred to that way.

So, Cuphead and Mugman sneak in and find the main lobby of the casino empty. It’s covered in dust and it doesn’t look like anyone’s been there for years. Cuphead immediately heads for Dice’s office, with Mugman trailing behind him. When they get to the office, they find it’s not empty. A man they recognize as Dice is seated at the desk, while another stands behind him, one hand on Dice’s chair. Dice greets the brothers warmly, asking what brings them to his humble casino. Both brothers find themselves unable to speak as Dice continues.

He tells them that he’s had a bit of trouble as of late with some of the casino patrons. They’ve been causing a ruckus and he needs someone to set them straight. He can’t do it himself because he has other things he needs to do.

“How’d you boys like a job?” The man behind Dice asks, and his voice sends shivers down Cuphead and Mugman’s spines. He pulls out two contracts from his huge fur coat, holding them out. Cuphead speaks for the two of them, trying to cover his fear with bravado by saying they’d be happy to do the job.

Mugman tries to stop his brother, but it’s too late. Cuphead is already signing the contract and Mugman’s hand is moving on its own, signing the contract too. Once the contracts are signed, they began to glow, and the man in the fur coat reveals himself to be the Devil. And since the brothers signed the contracts, their souls now belong to him.

With a snap of his fingers, the Devil transforms them into something resembling their Cuphead selves, (They’d previously been human) and it’s revealed that Dice looks like his Cuphead counterpart as well. Dice says that if the brothers don’t collect the boss’ souls, they’ll be stuck like this forever and added to the collection of souls trapped in the casino. The brothers are then booted out to take care of the bosses.

I think the bosses would still be grouped similarly to how they are in the original game. Like, each floor would have a collection of bosses that Cuphead and Mugman would need to defeat. To add to the survival horror element, perhaps certain bosses require certain items to defeat them and the brothers have to find the items on the floor before they can take down the boss. I figure each boss would be confined to their own room.

Each boss is someone who has sold their soul to the Devil at some point or another.

Here’s what I envision for each of the bosses.

Floor 1

The Root Pack: The three of them still look mostly human, but vegetables are growing out of their bodies like tumors. It looks as though their respective vegetables are trying to take them over. They’re dressed like farmers, although their clothes are ripped and torn by the vegetables. Like in the original Cuphead, their attacks involve sending vegetables after the brothers. The vegetables crawl after the brothers, screaming in pain as they do. The Root Pack can be defeated by burning them, using kerosene and matches found in the hallway. Their room is filled with dirt and vegetables.

Goopy Le Grande: He’s humanoid, but made entirely of blue goo. His body is constantly dripping, revealing the skeleton underneath. He’s not wearing any clothes, but it’s not like he has genitals or anything. He attacks by stretching parts of his goo body and trying to smash the brothers. I can’t think of how he’d be defeated, but I’d think it would involve removing his bones from the goo and destroying them. His room resembles a large boxing ring.

Ribby and Croaks: They look like some horrifying mix of human and frog. They wear their boxing gear from the original game. They fight like boxers, punching at the brothers and chasing them around the room. Their movements are just a little too frog-like to look natural. Their room resembles a bar, like the area you fight them in in the original game.

Hilda Berg: She resembles a broken automaton, clockwork visible through the broken skin. Her room is larger than the others on the floor and much darker, illuminated by simulated stars on the ceiling. She does fly around and the brothers have to shoot her down and attack her from there. The more she’s attacked, the more her body breaks apart and the less human she appears.

Cagney Carnation: Similar to the Root Pack, he still looks mostly human, although instead of vegetables growing out of his body he had flowers and vines. Like the Root Pack, he too can be dispatched by burning. His room is a lot like the Root Pack’s in that it’s filled with dirt. But his has giant creeping roots and vines all over.

Floor 2

Baroness Von Bon Bon: She looks pretty much like she does in the original game with the exception that she holds her head in her hand. Her stump of a neck is constantly bleeding and she cries blood. Her area is similar to the original game in the sense that there’s candy everywhere. But here, the candy is broken and dirty. The way to defeat her is the destroy her head. She attacks with a shotgun or by sending rotting and broken candies after the brothers.

Djimmi the Great: His area looks like the inside of a pyramid and is literally covered in sand. Djimmi himself looks like a red cloud of smoke wrapped in rags and is rather hard to hit. He summons a lot of other enemies like in the original game. I think to defeat him you’d have to suck him into his lamp or something.

Beppi the Clown: It probably wouldn’t be that hard to make Beppi scary. I’d still want him to be made out of balloons, though, because it would be cool if he was defeated by popping him. His room looks like a run-down carnival or circus big top. He attacks by sending balloon animals and sentient amusement park rides after the brothers.

Wally Warbles: I’m honestly not sure how to make Wally terrifying. Maybe a huge sickly bird still halfway stuck in a birdhouse? Maybe he’s still trying to protect his son. His room would probably look like a nest. He’d attack by pecking at the brothers and swiping at them with his wings.

Grim Matchstick: He’s just a huge dragon. Because I love dragons and imagine how terrifying it would be to have to face a dragon when you’re like 12 and have been through everything the brothers have. To make this even sadder, the whole time they’re fighting, Grim is begging for mercy. He just wants to be left alone. But the brothers need to collect his soul to be freed.

Floor 3

Rumor Honeybottoms: Her room looks like a hive, covered in honey and swarming with giant bees. Giant realistic-looking bees. Rumor herself is a mix of bee and human features. Meaning parts of her are human and parts of her are bee. It’s not blended at all. Makes me shudder just thinking about it. The honey everywhere makes it hard for the brothers to move, which makes it easier for the huge bees to attack them.

Captain Brineybeard: I think it would be cool if he looked like the zombie pirates from Pirates Of The Carribean. His room looks a lot like the deck of a ship and is a good deal smaller than other rooms. Not a lot of room to run and/or hide. The brothers get swords to attack him with.

Cala Maria: Her room looks like a beach. When the brothers enter, she has her back to them as she cries on the sand. She looks normal from the back, but when they get closer, she turns around to reveal that she basically looks like a mix of Medusa and a very scary mermaid. Lots of sharp needle teeth, snakes for hair, slimy skin, and way too big eyes that look more suited to seeing in the darkness of the deep sea. The brothers have to avoid looking at her because she’ll turn them to stone. It would be cool if the brothers reflected her petrifying gaze back on her and broke her apart when she turned to stone.

Floor 4

Dr. Kahl’s Robot: A horrifying mix of machine and flesh so integrated it’s unclear whether he was first a machine or a man. He begs for death while the brothers are fighting him, his voice a mix of a mechanical voice box and a human voice. His area is a junkyard like in the original game, filled with trash and machine parts. He shoots lasers and stuff out of one of his arms as his body moves against his will to kill them.

Werner Werman: His room looks like a WWI trench and he looks like a WWI soldier. The brothers have to dodge constant gunfire from all directions as they attempt to make their way to Werner. Werner acts like there’s a war going on, thinking the brothers are enemy soldiers. He thanks them when they finally kill him.

Sally Stageplay: She looks like her game counterpart, except that she’s noticeably more bloody and disheveled, and she’s on strings. She’s puppeted around by some unseen force in the ceiling. I imagine her fight would be similar in that she’s performing a play in a theater. The brothers need to cut her strings to defeat her.

The Phantom Express isn’t a boss. They arrive to take the brothers to the bottom floor of the casino. They all look like living corpses who don’t talk much to the brothers.

(Sidenote, every time the brothers ‘die’, it gets harder for them to remember their human lives and more of their bodies turns into porcelain.)

Final floor

After beating all the bosses, Cuphead and Mugman reach the bottom of the casino, where Dice and the Devil are waiting for them. Dice commends them on a job well done and the brothers demand to be returned to normal. The Devil first demands the souls. The brothers refuse to hand over the souls until they’re returned to normal.

The Devil is frustrated by this and tells Dice to take care of it before vanishing. Which leads to the brothers fighting him and his casino mini-bosses. Some of the bosses would be scarier if they were humanized a bit. Like Pip and Dot could be sewn together. Mangosteen alone is nightmare fuel. Leave him how he is.

Upon defeating Dice, the brothers then have to go up against the Devil. I don’t think you’d have to do much work to make that boss fight scary. It’s already scary.

The brothers do eventually defeat him, forcing him to burn their contracts and release them. They then release the souls of those trapped in the casino and leave, vowing to never try something like this ever again.

It’s getting late and I ran out of steam near the end, but I hope you like it! :D

[thedarksideofriverdale]

In Unity, There is Strength

Chapter 13: Unnecessary Drama

Masterlist // Playlist // Character Guide // Face-Claim

“Zara!” The girl in question turned around to see Jughead rushing out of the school entrance to her at the bottom of the entrance stairs. He stopped at the bottom step and held out his hand, palm out for her to stop. “Don’t go in yet; I gotta fill you in.”

“On what?” Zara asked impatiently. It didn’t help that yesterday she experienced yet another sleepless night because her ‘roomie’ was out all night no doubt getting high. “What could’ve possibly happened? I saw you yesterday.”

“Don’t shoot the messenger. Betty thought it ‘prudent’ to let you know. Veronica broke up with Archie.”

“Ok, that sucks. And? I feel like you’re leaving out something important.”

Jughead scratched the back of his head through his beanie. “Veronica blames you.” Zara chuckled at that. “Laugh now, but she’s raising hell in school. Even Cheryl’s afraid of her.”

“Listen, she’s none of my concern. Let the wannabe huntress think she’s important for the day.” Zara then walked around him to enter the school. It was already 8:15, and Kurtz was nowhere to be seen. But, across the hallway, she saw mop of red hair racing towards her. She waved at Archie, who seemed frazzled to say the least.

“I’m assuming Jug told you?” Archie asked quietly once he came up to Zara. “I’m sorry, Zara. I tried to keep Veronica ‘appeased,’ but once we left her out of the mini pack meeting yesterday, she lost it. To be honest, everyone was pissed. Veronica and Betty knew something was up when we were all missing from lunch. Then, Veronica told Reggie at Le Bonne Nuit, and Reggie told Moose. Since Moose was at practice, and so was Cheryl, Cheryl learned about it. And, if Cheryl knows-”

“Toni knows. I get it, Andrews. Everyone fucking knows. This is my problem, why? I’m not the fucking alpha. You agreed to excluding them.” Of course, she knew why. Archie always listens to her. “Next time, think with your brain instead of your dick.” She put your hand up to stop him from interrupting. “Don’t even argue against it; everyone knows why Veronica got pissed in the first place. Excluding her was just the last straw.” Fuming, Zara looked for an opportunity to get away from the wolf. And, it arrived. From her peripheral vision, she saw Kurtz saunter away to his locker, only five minutes until class. She rushed off towards him, leaving Archie gob smacked.

Once Zara approached Kurtz, she rolled her eyes at him. “What did I do now?” Kurtz asked, grabbing his textbook.

“Nothing. Clearly, it’s all my fault.” Kurtz raised a brow. “Don’t concern yourself with it. Any luck with finding an emissary?” He shook his head. “Keep trying.”

“Why? I thought you hated my plan of making a new pack.”

“I don’t hate it. I just don’t agree with your methods. But, finding an emissary can give us some much-needed defense against a warlock.”

“You gonna let your pack in on that information, or is it a little secret between the two of us?” he asked with a smirk. Zara took the textbook in her hand and smacked his arm. “Was that supposed to hurt?”

She scowled. “I’ll tell them, soon enough. They’re dealing with trivial drama at the moment, and I need to steer clear of it, apparently. See you at lunch.”

XXXX

Come lunch time, Zara and Kurtz were spotted outside, sitting at the benches. Zara was on her laptop with fifty some tabs open, researching emissaries. Unfortunately, Sabrina still hadn’t contacted her, so that portion of the case was at a pause. At least, Zara can focus on the other parts. “I think I should tell my mom that all of the victims were with the sisters at one point. I’ll leave out the fact that your emissary, Jimmy Riddle, was involved in your gang.”

Kurtz nodded, not looking up from his book. “I think that’s a good idea. I mean, she probably has deduced that, but it doesn’t hurt to enforce the hunch,” he replied. Before Zara could tell him about her research, Kurtz looked up from his book, brows furrowed. Zara followed his line of sight and sighed. Veronica was making her way to their table furiously... well as furious as one can be with obscenely high heels on. “Do I want to know?” Kurtz asked, and Zara shook her head.

“Let me deal with it,” Zara said, getting up from her seat to face Veronica.

Veronica had a beaming smile on her face, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Haven’t seen you all day, Z. Much to catch you up on. Did you know what I did today?” she asked with a sweet voice.

“No...” Zara lied. “I’m not your keeper, sorry to say.”

Veronica laughed and looked towards Kurtz. “A hell of a jokester, isn’t she? Hey, is it a joke that you completely ruined my relationship with Archiekins? Or, maybe is it a joke that you let Archie fall madly in love with you?” She was seething, but the smile was still firmly planted on her face.

Zara looked at Kurtz, who swiftly turned his eyes back to his book. She then looked back at Veronica and gulped. “I hardly see why I’m to blame. It’s not my fault that Archie likes me.” Keep the momentum, said a tiny voice in her head. “If I really had wanted to break you and Archie up, it would’ve happened much sooner. I apologize if your ex-boyfriend didn’t exactly love you anymore because your father is constantly trying to murder him, and you have done nothing to quell the situation. Let’s see, when did it start? Oh yeah, after a ski trip of his went wrong because of your father. And, do you know why? Because Archie isn’t stupid. He probably thought how the hell did Hiram know he was going to be there? Oh wait, you paid for the trip.”

“What exactly are you insinuating?” Veronica sneered. “I would do nothing to hurt Archie.”

“That probably was true, until Archie got bit. Things changed then. A part of you still loves him, but a part of you wants him dead as well. Am I wrong?”

Veronica gave her a hard look before walking off, confirming to Zara as well as anyone who knew of the confrontation that Veronica was no longer welcome in the Dark Circle.

XXXX

It was 7:30 on the dot when Kurtz pulled up into the Andrews driveway with Zara. Once the two stepped inside, Zara immediately picked up on the awkward tension oozing from Archie. She went to sit down next to Cheryl, who had her arm propped up on the armrest, supporting her head as she sighed audibly. “Who knew that a brooding Archie Andrews was even more annoying than the cheerful puppy we see daily?” she asked, exasperated. “I’m assuming you’re to blame,” she added, eyeing up Zara.

Zara went to deny it, but Archie beat her to the punch. “It was all Veronica’s fault, Cheryl. Don’t take it out on Z.” Zara muttered a thank you to him in response before looking around the room. Everyone looked tense, especially Betty. Her hands were balled up into fists and considering that Kurtz was crinkling his nose, Zara knew that Betty was breaking skin in her palms again.

“I’m sorry, B,” Zara quietly uttered. Betty looked up at her, but stayed silent as she uncurled her fists and rubbed her palms on her jeans. Zara then cleared her throat. “So, aside from the drama today, I realized that I should’ve let the rest of you on the information we received from Greendale. It was a poor decision on my part as paranoia got the best of me. I should’ve trusted my pack.” The kids nodded, eyes focused on her. “In Greendale, we realized that a witch or warlock obtains power from sacrifices. Power that can be transferred to other beings, those who do not have magic. The starting sacrifice is of a werewolf, hence why Kurtz’s werewolf friend was the first body to pop up. The only reason he was kept in the morgue longer than Chuck or our history teacher was because of his abnormal healing. We don’t know why they’re attacking previous patients of the Sisters of Quiet Mercy, but we do know that it has to be someone from Riverdale. Otherwise, they wouldn’t know of the facility. Or, we had another hunch.” Zara paused, stealing a glance at Archie who’s veins were popping out of his arms due to his tenseness. “We believed that a hunter may be employing the warlock to not only kill a werewolf, but also give them a reasonable excuse to come and hunt you all. If they can pin the blame on werewolves, according to the code, they can come and kill you. It is fully justified in the hunters’ council.

“Another thing is, the werewolf killed happened to be a son of a powerful witch who also is a seer. A person who can see into the future,” Zara clarified.  “The boy, Jimmy Riddle, was Kurtz’s emissary. We feel that this might have some correlation,” she finished, allowing the others to process the information.

Jughead squinted at Kurtz and asked, “Why didn’t you think it to be vital for us to know this sooner?”

Kurtz shrugged, to which Zara rolled her eyes and proceeded to explain. “He didn’t want to say this, but he’s planning on building up his pack again.” Hearing that, Archie snarled. “Archie, calm down. If you lost your pack, you would do the same. This time, Kurtz wants to start with an emissary, but none of the candidates are showing any potential in any magic, let alone fortune telling.”

“You want a weapon, essentially?” Betty asked, folding her hands on her lap. “If we have a warlock or witch, then we can have a fighting chance.” Kurtz nodded, leaning back against the sofa. “It’s a good idea.”

Zara nodded, then felt a buzz in her pocket. She took out her phone and saw Sabrina’s name in the notification. Unlocking her phone, she held out her hand to stop the others from continuing the conversation. She read it silently and let out a large exhale through her nose. “Sabrina just texted me back,” she said loudly. In response to Cheryl’s confusion, she added, “I asked the witch who helped us if there was any connection between werewolf hunters and witches. Apparently, hunters hunt anything that hurts the normal human race. Essentially, the natural are protected from the supernatural. Some centuries ago, witches and warlocks were excluded from this supernatural bunch after some respected witches decided to... help out with werewolf extermination. So yeah, witches and hunters get along because they both want you guys dead.”

Archie rubbed his eyes with his palms and sighed. “So, the hunters are involved in this somehow. And, we were telling Veronica everything until Zara realized. God, I’m so stupid!” He got up from the chair, protests from Toni and Cheryl silenced with a flick of his hand.

After a moment of awkward silence, Reggie cleared his throat. “So… does this mean I should stop working for Veronica?” which awarded him with a punch from Moose.

“Dude?” Moose questioned, shaking his head. “But, honestly, maybe you should,” he added. Zara nodded, then looked back at the kitchen where Archie stormed off to. She was about to get up before Kurtz himself went back into the kitchen. Archie heard the omega come in and took a deep breath. “I’m fine,” he assured. “Tell Zara to stop worrying.”

“That’s not why I’m here,” Kurtz deadpanned.

“Then, why’d you follow me in here?”

“I need to know if you are going to pursue Zara.”

“Pursue? This isn’t a Jane Austen novel, dude. I’m not going to pursue her. I need time to get over Veronica.” Archie looked up at him, suspicious. “But, why do you care?” Kurtz didn’t respond, but Archie got the drift and began laughing. “You can’t be serious. Like anyone would let you,” he snarled.

“If you care so much for Zara, then you wouldn’t have allowed her to suffer in Veronica’s hands because Veronica knew how much you love Zara. You played Veronica, and Zara is facing the consequences.”

“You know nothing about my relationship with Zara. I…” he trailed off, looking at his feet.

“You what, Andrews?”

“I love her,” to which Kurtz snorted. Archie scowled at him and asked, “What’s so funny?”

“If you love her so much, why weren’t you the one to break up with Veronica? You have too many issues to give Zara the love she deserves.”

“And you don’t have issues? That’s rich, coming from a guy who was so high to not only make his life shit but also cause the deaths of each and every single person of his pack. At least, my issues don’t result in death.” Instantaneously, Kurtz wolfed out, growling at the alpha.

Meanwhile, in the living room, all of the wolves were red faced, staring at each other due to the conversation they were eavesdropping until the loud growl caused them all to get up. “What the hell’s going on in there?!” Zara screamed.

“Stay here, Zara,” Jughead commanded. “You’ll just make things worse.” Zara stopped in her tracks, furrowing her brows as the three wolves ran over to the commotion.

Jughead rushed into the kitchen to see the two wolves on the ground, Kurtz having the upper hand and punching Archie’s face. Reggie snarled and wolfed out to grab Kurtz off of Archie, but the ex-alpha was stronger than an average beta and escaped the hold to hit Archie again. But, Archie expected the attack and scratched Kurtz’s side deeply, causing the other wolf to howl. Unable to handle the noise of the commotion anymore, Cheryl ran in and screamed, causing everyone in the house to clutch their ears. All of the wolves returned to their human forms and calmed down.

Slowly, Zara walked into the kitchen to take in the state of the room and the two wolves who were brawling. “What the fuck, guys?” she asked in disbelief. She looked down and ushered Kurtz. “Come on, we’re leaving. I’ll see you guys in school tomorrow,” she added, leaving the room. Kurtz trailed her, his head down.

The car ride was unbearable, neither one of them wanting to speak until the other one did. It began pouring outside, so once Kurtz parked in the woods, the two ran into the house. Luckily, Zara’s mother wasn’t home to hear the commotion.

It was Kurtz who spoke first. “I’m fine. Nothing major happened,” then started up the stairs, and Zara stared at him for a few seconds before following him, wet hair leaving droplets on the wooden stairs. When she walked into her room, Kurtz was already peeling off his jacket. So, Zara decided to grab clean clothes and went to change in the bathroom.

She was pensive in thought as she changed. Still thinking, she went to dry her hair, but was brought out of her thoughts when she heard loud noises from her bedroom. She turned off her dryer to hear objects being thrown. Furious, she came out of the bathroom.

“Cut the bullshit; you’re not alright,” Zara said, fully taking in the state of her bedroom turned upside down. “What’s wrong with you?!”

Kurtz turned around, a frown marring his face. He stomped towards her, his face inches away from hers. “I can’t understand what’s happening to me,” he whispered.

“Tell me, and we can figure this out together.” Her hand lightly brushes against Kurtz’s, but he stepped back in response. Zara’s eyes watered, and she shook her head. “You can’t just bottle up your feelings and hurt the people around you because you can’t understand your thoughts! Why are you tormenting me?!”

“Because I fucking love you!”

Zara stepped away from him until her back was against the bathroom door. “No, you’re not,” she said firmly. “You’re delusional.”

“Who are you to tell me my emotions aren’t real?” Kurtz sneered. “I love you. I’ve had an inkling but I absolutely knew when we went to Greendale.”

“You absolutely knew nothing! Just because I’m nice to you, and I give you a place to stay does not mean I’m a good person for you to be with!” Zara screamed, breathing heavily after. “Now, clean up my room, and we can forget about this conversation.” She then went to grab her sleeping bag. “And, let me be perfectly clear: you hurt one of my friends ever again, I will no longer cut you any slack. You are my enemy from that day onward,” she stated, then exited the room.

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