#mister bossy

[themightyacilius]

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I definitely think there’s a correct answer here but let’s see what people thinkkkk

[charliemwrites]

I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again:

Brat Enthusiast 141

They love love LOVE a disobedient little brat with a sweet streak, too clever for their own good. There’s a bit of discipline, but there’s also just watching their little toy spin themselves up, stupidly charmed by all that audacity.

Gaz mentally tallying orgasms (or denials) every time you say one of those bratty catchphrases. “Don’t tell me what to do!” That’s two. “But I don’t wanna!” That’s three. All the while chuckling and negotiating you into doing what he asked. He’s a master of trading this for that, softening you up with kisses and touches until he’s got you right where he wants you. You’ll disagree with him out of spite and he adores it.

Price letting you mouth off because you’re obeying his orders anyway. “You’re so bossy and what for? A please wouldn’t kill you!” Even as you’re getting on your knees just like he told you. In ten minutes, you’ll be saying “please” enough for the both of you. You don’t even have to call him sir, you do it on your own. (Granted you say it with the Most ironic tone and usually scrunching up your nose to provoke him)

Simon with the giggliest little thing, who smiles and makes it a game to get him to break from his Dom Persona. Grinning and laughing, voice high pitched when he pins you, eyes smoldering. “Oh! Oh yes, this is very serious, of course Mister Lieutenant Riley Sir!” Loves when you cut yourself off from some light hearted remark with a moan, squirming while he rubs his cock against your wet cunt.

Johnny whose sweetie has a snippy streak. Sweet as pie but plays hard to get just to get him salivating. “No! No kisses for you!” You say, actively sitting in his lap while he tries to catch you lips - until he grabs your jaw in one big hand and takes advantage of the pleased squeak that parts those pretty, pouty lips. You nip just to get him growling, get his fingers against your molars, daring you to bite again.

Just… uagh!!! Brat enthusiast doms!!! Spoiled little subs that know their doms are ridiculously charmed by those defiant little head tilts and faux-innocent blinks.

[readwritealldayallnight]

“I just can’t believe it Si…”

“I know, lovie. Me either.”

“They’re so perfect…” you mumble dreamily, only half aware that you’re still going on about the sight in front of you, an overjoyed smile stretched across your lips as you lean back against Simon’s strong, muscular chest. He has his arms wrapped around your middle, chin resting atop of your head as he also gazes down before you both. “I can’t believe we actually made them. We made these perfect little things…”

“Dunno about we, I think you’re givin’ me too much credit there.” He admits, adjusting to press a quick kiss into your hair, craning his head so that now his cheek is smushed against the crown of your head.

“Don’t sell yourself short mister,” You laugh, leaning your head back to try and catch his eye, reaching a hand up behind you to run your fingers through the hair at the base of his scalp, earning a satisfied hum in return, feeling the vibration of it going through his chest into you. “You definitely were a part of the process, Simon. Couldn’t exactly have planted those seeds myself.” You add with a wink.

“Oh I remember, love, I was there.” He chuckles as well, his eyes meeting yours, the overwhelming feeling of pure contentment radiating off you both, the love he has for you reflected back at him in your own shining gaze. “You that did all the hard work though. Growin’ ‘em til they were ready.”

“Yeah but they’re our babies, Si.” You insist, his grip tightening around you at yours words.

“That they are. That they are.” He agrees, glancing down at the baskets set before you.

A moment passes where you continue to hold onto one another, enjoying the bliss that is existing alongside each other, feeling the other breath, heart beats falling into rhythm, both simply appreciating the view in front of you. Though you can’t see him behind you, Simon’s smile is wavering, unsure how to pose his next question, not wanting to sound as though he’s making fun of you.

“We are going to use them at some point though, right?”

“Eventually.”

“M’not sure how long berries last, lovie. And Johnny’s countin’ on that pie we said we’d-”

“Simon,” you cut him off. “Johnny’s damn desert can wait. I’m admiring my children.” You decide, casting another glance towards the baskets full of fresh blueberries, strawberries and raspberries you’d spent so long growing, the very literal fruits of your labour, the first successful pickings from the garden you and Simon planted outside your new home.

“Oh, so they’re your children now, are they?” He teases.

“If you’re talking about eating them so soon then yes, I will take custody.” You joke right back.

“Why’re you so gorgeous when you’re bossy?”

“Probably a side effect of the military, my love.”

“Well maybe we can look at having me plant a different kind of seed soon, aye? Kind that takes about nine months to grow?”

[tteokdoroki]

having many thoughts about bakugou comforting you on your period.

self-indulgent n mentions of pregnancy, fem!reader.

“how many times do i have to tell you, quit tryna tough things out.”

bakugou’s lips twitch up into a snarl as he speaks. teeth bared, pink gums peaking out and nose upturned. but his voice is gentle, washes over your frenzied mind like waves on a soft sand shoreline. he’s chiding you, ever so worrisome, and you can tell by the crease that forms between his dark, thick eyebrows along with the concern that swims in the red of his eyes.

“don’t frown like that, you’ll get wrinkles,” you say, a childish air about your voice as you lift your chin, peaking your head out from the masses of blankets you’ve swaddled yourself in. “dad.”

bakugou rolls his eyes, peeling back a layer of your comfort fort. “you know i don’t care about that shit, sweetness.” he crawls up the bed, hands planted either side of your head and knees either side of your hips so that he can kneel over you. “open that pretty mouth of yours for me.”

the blonde taps your lips once with single finger and you scowl up at him.

“don’t tell me what to do.”

“so fuckin’ grumpy.”

“says you, mister grumpy pants!” you fire back, narrowing your eyes at him this time. “i’m allowed to be, Mother Nature is cursing me because you didn’t get me pregnant.”

“thought we weren’t havin’ kids yet—” bakugou’s words taper off into your favourite sound, his raspy laughter, after you unsheath a pillow from your fortress and lob it in his direction. he catches it (of course, damn pro hero reflexes) and chucks the weapon room across the room before leaning down to kiss you slow. “i gotcha meds and a snack, since you insist on not takin’ ‘em until you’re whiny ‘n miserable.”

you love him, truly, and the hormonal imbalance your period has unleashed upon you might make you tear up at the thought. “‘m not miserable,” you try to deny, letting katsuki pepper your face with smooches so light you have to tug him a little closer — to feel more than just the ghost of his lips on your skin. “what snack did’ya bring me?”

“your favourite, ‘n i got more in the pantry.” reaching into the back pocket of his sweats katsuki pulls out your favourite snack and unwraps it for you — pushing it towards your sealed lips. “now will ya open up?” you do and he hums in content watching you lean forward and take a bite. “good girl.”

you nearly choke. “fuck you.”

“love you.” he responds quickly, sitting back on his haunches to guide you into sitting up. with a rough palm on your back, katsuki reaches over to your night stand for your water. “chew, swallow. meds, drink.”

“bossy.”

“obedient.”

after helping you lay on your back once more, bakugou shuffles down your body and pushes up your pyjama shirt — pressing a kiss to your lower tummy. “you okay with this, sweets?” he coos to you, ruby eyes swimming with love as bakugou glances up at you from between your thighs.

“yeah, s’good,” he’s good to you, smoothing over where your cramps hurt the most. you think you love him a little more like this. soft hair tickling your legs, his lips on your stomach and the twinge of heat from his powerfully destructive hands easing your pain. katsuki bakugou is perfect, lovely. you love him when he’s soft and when he’s not. you love him a lot right now. you hope he loves you too.

bakugou keeps his hands warm, letting the heat tremor through you like a seismic wave to soothe the pain that tears through you uncomfortably. you fingers card through his hair, prickly to look at but soft to the touch as you both bask in the quietness of the moment.

“you gotta start takin’ meds when you’re in pain, no more pretendin’ to be a tough guy, kay?” He tells you, working his hot thumbs just over where the source of your discomfort may be. “i know you don’t like ‘em but even if they help a little…”

he nags at you with love, hands slipping down your sides to encircle your waist — rubbing warmly at your back. “i don’t need meds when i have you.” relief washes over you as you sigh out.

“corny fucker.”

“you love me.”

“oh unfortunately i do.”

katsuki holds you close and intimately, kissing your stomach once more and looks up happily — noticing how visibly relaxed you are.

“don’t be mean to me, you’ll make me miserable,” you tease, the meds finally doing their thing and kicking in. between that and bakugou’s massage you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. “come up here, plant one on me.”

the blonde shifts to loom over you, lips meeting yours tenderly in a ghost trace of a kiss. “can’t have that. miserable, pouty baby. eh?” he feeds you the words with his mouth on yours but pulls away before it gets too steamy. “my baby.”

you squirm in place. “yours.”

“lemme take care of you, baby,” bakugou reiterates, going back to massaging away your cramps. “go to sleep, i gotcha. we’ll have a snack ‘n some more meds when you wake up. kay?”

“‘mkay, love you.”

“love you most, sweetness.”

[0-n-1-x]

link to my masterlist <33

For mister carmen berzatto i feel like watching someone with no experience in cooking would be physically painful

Like he asks you to chop some tomatoes for dinner together, and by the way he sees you grip the knife bros cooked

He's probably the type to explain it to you but when you don't get something but ends up doing it himself

You feel a little bad at first when you see him make the dinner you wanted to make together but trust me this man is in his element, but don't worry he always lets you make dessert because "you make it better"

He definitely teaches you about the terms for a French kitchen, telling you about directions and things

You totally dont say ‘yes chef’ when hes in a bossy mood

Another thing he loves to do is bring you to the restaurant. If you look in the show you realize that he doesn’t really talk about Claire to the rest of the kitchen, my personal idea is that it's because he fears of failure and letting you down and doesn’t want his team to know if that happens. But he also is just a little protective, now don't take this the wrong way he is not ashamed of you and wants to show you off!! but even more so his pride wants you to stay only his, and not have them know about you and take up his time with you at the restaurant :(

But when carmy does take you to the restaurant its before anyone comes and after everyone leaves, its these moments where he shows you new menu items to try and tries to impress you with his fancy looking chef whites and his special tricks

But overall cooking is a very special thing to carmy, it's always been there for his distraction and as a coping mechanism (in good ways and bad ways) so having his favorite person do his favorite thing with him is like an overload <33

[smol-bby-bear]

Nickname Ideas for Caregivers

🥰 Mommy/Mama/Ma

🥰 Daddy/Dada/Da

🥰 Sister/Sis/Big Sis/Sissy

🥰 Brother/Bro/Big Bro

🥰 Bestie

🥰 Buddy/Bud

🥰 Mister [insert Name]

🥰 Miss [insert Name]

🥰 Daddy Bear/Dada Bear/Papa Bear/ Mister Bear

🥰 Mommy Bear/Mama Bear/Miss Bear

🥰 Bear

🥰 Teddy Bear

🥰 Cuddle Bear

🥰 Carebear

🥰 Love/Lovie

🥰 Bubby/Bubba/Bub/Bubs

🥰 Cuddles/Snuggles

🥰 Silly Names (Ex. Stinky/Bossy Pants/Cuddle Monster)

[brittanyppelman]

chasing love

Hey guys and gals, i am just testing out the water for this short story i am writing with tyler owens as the main love interest, so check it out and leave a comment to let me know what you think. You can also leave suggestions or requests and i can work on requests as fast as possible.

“Which way ?” tyler says.

y/n looks up at the sky, look down at the wind direction.

“If we are going to catch this tornado we need to go lightning” tyler says.

“Your bossy” y/n laughs and blushes, “west, lets go, pack it up!” she yells.

“Lets go” tyler runs to the truck and hops in, “you know, i am the boss” he smirks.

y/n looks at tyler, “yet your looking at me for direction, but okay mister tornado wrangler” laughs.

“Time to lock and load” Tyler parks the truck and anchors in.

“Its go time guys” y/n says buckling in.

“Make sure its tight” tyler leans over and tightens your belt.

y/n looks at tyler “there you go lightning” tyler smirks at you.

you blush “thanks, its go time” she looks out the window.

The team walks into the bar, “drinks on me guys” you say walking up to the bar waving down the bartender. 

“Good job today lightning” tyler says walking up beside you, “i should pay for drinks”.

“Why should you pay for drinks?” you say smiling, “oh i know because your the boss” you say laughing.

Tyler smirks shaking his head, “no because im a gentlemen”. 

you just smile shaking your  head, “fine mister tornado wrangler”.

Tyler leans down to your ear and whispers, “if you want to see me not be a gentlemen, come to my hotel room tonight”. 

Before you can say anything he walks away with beers in hand for the team.

[bitchesgetriches]

I Have Become the Rich Relative I Always Wanted

When I was but a wee baby bitch, penniless and loaded down with student loans, I used to wish I had some rich relative to swoop in and solve all my money problems.

I’m not sure where I got the yearning for a rich relative. I could blame books like Little Women for putting the hope of discovering an Old Mister Laurence into my preadolescent head. (Or even an Aunt March! I’d settle for an Aunt March!) Mr. Brewer in The Babysitter’s Club was not only an engaged and loving father-figure to Kristy, but a walking plot device to ensure all the Babysitters could go on bookworthy adventures together.

Pop culture told me that a rich relative was my birthright, as a bossy yet pure-hearted tomboy. And as I got older, I saw for myself that this character was anything but fictional.

I went to an expensive private college. (It was the style at the time.) Many students came from modest middle-class backgrounds, like myself. But some came from, shall we say, means. They’d casually reveal that their car was a graduation present from an aunt, or that their student loans were “handled” by their grandfather.

One of my college friends was invited to join a chill vacation to a cousin’s cabin in Montana. Wanting to visit a western state, and enthusiastically prepared to rough it, she agreed. She was picked up at the airport by a helicopter. As the helicopter skated over clouded hilltops, pine forests, and clear blue lakes, my friend asked when they would reach the fabled cousin’s place. “Oh, this is it,” her host said, casually waving her hand over the entirety of the Bob Ross painting below them. The “cousin’s cabin” turned out to be a private hunting lodge of unparalleled luxury, situated on hundreds of acres of pristine wilderness, with full-time staff. She spent the week in a very comfortable class daze, like a romance novel heroine.

So I knew that these people were not only theoretically possible. They walked among us! And what I wanted from mine felt so much more reasonable than a palatial lodge with a private staff.

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[zwolfgames]

Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 1)

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Warnings: None yet.

Not yandere yet, this is a part one.

parts: Part 2 , Part 3

(3rd person POV)

Potions, always goddamm potions.

Yea, you hated the subject with a burning passion, as did many of your peers. Who could blame you when the teacher was such a greasy haired git.

You've had to suffer professor Snape's tyrany since you were eleven. But this, this is the last straw.

"Hello? Earth to who-ever you are. Atleast move."

Some annoying, grating voice whined in your ear.

Draco Malfoy, your potions partner for this year. He didn't seen happy with you either, as you're not one of his pure-blooded slaves.

"..Sorry." You sigh silently, did you want to punch him? Yes, but his dads Lucius Malfoy, so unless you wanted your parents to go bankrupt, you'd shut up.

Malfoy scoffs and pushes you aside so he can reach some random worm like ingredient.

You retreat back to your spot at the cutting board and cut up the root infront of you like the instructions said. As much as you hate the Slytherin you're working with, he knows what he's doing. Probably the only upside of this arrangement: good grades.

"Not that small. Gods you're useless." Malfoy grits his teeth and takes the knife away from you. He reminds you a bit of your friends' mean mother. So controlling and arrogant.

"They're as big as the instructions say." You almost scoff but you keep in a nasty scowl as to not anger mister blondie.

"The instructions are wrong. I've made this potion before, it's better if the roots are in bigger pieces." Malfoy lectures absentmindly and starts anew. At this point you'd just let him do everything since you do it wrong anyways.

But no, he'd tell you off and call you names. So what does he want you to do? You don't know. He doesn't want you to do anything but you also can't do nothing. At this point you should just drink the unfinished potion and see if thats alright for him.

The potions class ticks by incredibly slow. Due to not wanting to piss Malfoy off, you end up being the one who just has to hand him stuff and wash the used lab materials. Utterly boring, but oh well.

You don't think you're going to last a week more with him before you get mad and let loose all the damm insults you've carefully crafted.

But would it be worth it to endure years of bullying just to smack that smug grin off of his face? Yes. Yes it would.

But no! Don't doom yourself now, potions class is only for... Another hour. Okay yea, you're not making it trough this one.

"L/N, spoon." Malfoy orders and holds his pale hand out for a spoon you're supposed to hand him.

"It's next to you." You answer plainly. Not wanting your irritation to show.

"I didn't ask for words, I asked for the spoon." Malfoy snarls, as a 'last warning'.

"It's next to you."

You repeat calmly. This bossy Slytherin turns his head around in such a quick snap you almost feared he'd broken something.

You facial expression remains neutral, while on the inside, you're screaming at yourself to jump out of the window.

"The. Spoon." Malfoy hisses angrilly.

"It's. Next. To. You." You mimick him, done with this absolute shit.

"My father will-"

"Hear about this. We know Malfoy." The dude in the group next to you speaks. Neat, people who're not against you.

Malfoys eye twitches a bit before he glares at you with cold grey eyes.

He finally grabs the spoon himself and stirs the potion at a pace wich, to your knowladge, is way too fast for this potion.

A minute later, you were proven absolutly correct as the dark blue goo explodes and douses you, Malfoy and some neighbouring students under the hot slushie of grossness.

You hear multiple sounds of distaste around you, tough your vision is mostly obscured by the goo you refuse to let enter you eyes.

"Who did this?!" You hear a loud and angry voice... and theres the worst part of the day, Snape's wrath.

"Malfoy did!" Some brave student pipes up. Poor soul, thats the last you'd ever hear of her this class.

The blonde lets out an audible snarl of rage as he's tattletailed on. Hopefully he also has goo in his eyes, so that he won't be able to see who snitched.

"Malfoy, five points from Slytherin." Snape ends this quickly and sends all the damaged students off to the closest lavatorys to wash up.

You walk half blindly trough the hallways in search of a lavatory. A hand on the top of your back seems to be leading you, you haven't a clue who it is but you mumble a quick 'thank you'.

You reach a lavatory with the help of the mystery person and wash up. Tough when you're done washing the gunk out of your face alone, they're already gone... a shame.

As such, weeks go by of Hogwarts lessons. Malfoy's still a bitch, but that was expected, atleast it's only in potions class...

So it is to your dear surprise when the blonde himself comes up to you in the hall.

"L/N. When do you want to make that potions paper? I don't like making things last minute." Draco scoffs as he stands before you with his arms crossed.

You didn't have a problem with making things last minute. But bratty mac brat face did, ofcourse.

"I'm free now, if thats fine." You sigh and get mentally ready for this study session if he said yes.

"Great. Library." Draco organizes chastely and walks past you towards the library. Unfortunatly, trough a less popular part of the. Now, if he were to stick a wand up your nose you'd have no witnesses...

Tough, all goes well, Draco seems to actually just want to get this done. So you two silently walk to the slightly dark hallway.

You hear him sigh as you two walk, you're a bit on edge, yes. You've heard about Malfoy's urges to hex people.

Nothing happens... he just keeps walking.

That is untill you hear a creak from up above and a nasty metal sound.

You body reacted before you even knew.

You jumped at Draco like some kind of tiger and rolled onto the floor with him as the chandelier you two were under had crashed where he had just stood.

You blink rapidly to get the dust out of your eyes and stare at what could have been both of your dooms.

Draco coughs up some dust and focusses his gaze onto the chandelier just before he was about to insult you for pushing him.

"Did you do that-" You two asked in sinc.

Draco sighs as he realizes you have no clue either.

You get up and pull the blonde up with you. A lame 'thanks' comes out of his mouth as a mumble.

"So... You know, like who did that?" You look on at the chandelier in shock, your life had just flashed before your eyes.

"Maybe it was a coincidence?" Draco suggests. You side glare at him.

"Obviously not. Everyone hates you, someone must have tried killing you." You sneer now, realising you just risked your life to save him.

"Hate me? I'm the most popular boy in this school- outside of Potter- But my word still stands!" Draco protests. Glaring at you with cold grey eyes.

"You're a loud mouthed, insulting git. But sure, if thats how you wanna be know, do continue." You furrow your brows.

"Excuse me?! You could be a bit nicer after saving my life-" Draco stops mid sentance as he realises it himself.

"You... saved my life? Why?" Draco's voice gets quiter.

"Honestly, I don't know. I just did." You shrug, not wanting to make as big of a deal of it as it truly was.

"... Thank you. Y/N." Draco speaks, full on eye contact.

You've never heard him say your name... first name at that, in such a.. non mocking manner.

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrasment.

"No problem... Let's go report this to a trusted adult." You brush off and start walking.

"Trusted adult? Really?" Draco snickers in amusement at your words and behavior. It's like your little life saving action opened his eyes.

You weren't incompetent anymore. No longer an annoyance. You were just.. Y/N L/N.

"Well I can't say teacher, theres a lot of teachers I ouldn't even trust to hold my pen." You scoff. Draco perks up in curiosity and walks next to you.

"Spill." He muses simply. Looking at you from the side.

"Obviously Filch. Snape, just because he seems to hate me. Umbridge, it explains itself. Dumbledore, don't ask, its a personal grudge." You roll your eyes and Draco nods, amused.

"Fair enough. So who are we telling?" He asks you as you two walk down the halls. Now on edge as the one trying to murder you both may be around.

"Uh... How about McGonnagall? Or maybe Sprout. I'm sure they'll care." You answer and keep walking. Draco nods along. Wow, this is the first time you two must have agreed on something.

You two end up finding proffesor Sprout's office first. Draco takes the lead in explaining the events and your houses both get five points... for not dying you suppose. Or maybe not being as stupid as Harry Potter and his squad and actually telling a teacher whats going on.

As you'd expected, the woman instructed you two to go to your dorms for the night, dinner would be in seperate houses as the school would be inspecting for the evening.

You and Draco parted ways, tough you could see the reluctance in the blonde's eyes as you were about to walk away.

So with a deep sigh you walked him to the Slytherin dungeons entrance and walked back on your own from there.

This one shot was way too long for me to finish in one writing session, so it's getting split. Woops.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I'm been dreaming of the Trump Card of Hearts.

One card in a deck, and the world stacked against him. What can he hope to do by himself?

Simple: he'll be the one that trumps them all.

How does a moment last forever? How can a story never die?

Card Soldiers mob the courtroom. The trial has reconvened, the verdict drawn up. Excited whispers--rumors, theories--swirl around the onlookers in the circular stands.

At the center, a single man snorts.

They've come for free entertainment; to witness his execution.

"Order, order! I will have order in this court."

A gavel sounds from up above. Each strike against a block, the toll calling for his head to roll.

The audience automatically quiets.

A throat clears.

At the judge's bench is the Three of Clubs, anxiously gazing down through his spectacles. He's complicit, another mouthpiece for the Queen. No guts, no will.

Lame, the one in the center of the case thinks.

“This court hereby finds the defendant, one Mister Ace Trappola, guilty of stealing the Queen’s tarts," the judge declares. "The sentence—”

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!” roars the royal from the side. He’s red in the face, the same color as his hair and the painted roses.

“… Yes, that," the Three of Clubs agrees. One more decisive swing of the gavel, and the defendant's fate is sealed. "Really sorry about this, but rules are rules."

The judge nods to the guards on standby, a battalion of Diamonds, all in a neat row. They nod back, registering the order, and flutter free, surrounding in their target. Each of them wears the same grim expression.

The jury clamors for a better view.

"Really sorry about this, but rules are rules," Ace repeats mockingly. "Do you hear yourself? How pretentious can you possibly be?"

Veins throb on the Queen's forehead. Steam pours out of his ears. He grips the railing of his perch, glaring from his throne.

The condescending tone, the bossy orders.

A familiar story.

"It'd be better if you don't talk back," the Three of Clubs advises. "That makes things easier for me. For us all."

"So just lie down and take it? Nah. I don't think you guys get it. You just hate that I'm telling the truth and you can't handle it."

"Ace--"

"Enough waiting. I've been patient enough. I want his head, and I want it NOW," the Queen bellows, driving their scepter into the ground.

"At once, your majesty," the Cards simper. Their voices overlap with one another, like a deck cut and then reshuffled into one.

There's so many of them now. Jurors climbing out of their seats, soldiers spilling in from the far wall.

"Whoa, hey! Fellas, fellas, let's calm down here." Ace holds up both hands. "All this over one, maybe two, measly pies? How about a trick to help smooth things over?"

He turns a hand over, revealing a single card in his grasp. Upon its face, the ace of hearts.

"Watch it dance!"

Ace sets the card into motion. It twirls, alive, around his fingers, orbiting his palm and then swapping to the other. Spinning, spinning--and then, the sudden drop.

The Card Soldiers descend on him.

His ace makes contact with the floor.

It's showtime.

He looks away.

BOOM!

The ace erupts into harsh beams of light and crackling colors. Fireworks consume the courtroom, loud and bright and disorienting. Alarmed shouts ring out, Card Soldiers shielding their eyes from the attack.

“Calm yourselves! It’s nothing more than cheap parlor tricks!” the Queen snarls. He searches in the crowd for the defendant—and catches a head of tangerine bolting up the stairs.

His temper flares.

“Don’t just STAND there!! Deploy all units! CAPTURE THE THEIF!!”

"Not today!" Ace retorts.

He throws open the doors, clearing the courthouse as he steps onto a checkered lawn.

The world opens before him, lush with tall trees and shrubs trimmed into the shape of hearts. White roses dribbling red poke out from the foliage, paint pooling like blood at the roots. It's beautiful and cruel in the same way that heartbreak is--but there isn't a moment to admire it.

Not when the maze awaits.

A stone drops in his stomach.

The hedge maze is massive, stretching out and taking up most of the garden. Too tall to climb, too wide to walk around. Too twisty and complex to power through on sheer will alone.

Stomp, stomp, stomp!

Militant footsteps come from behind.

There's no time to think. Just act.

He launches himself in, hears them in pursuit. Row after row of soldiers marching in unison, single-file.

Ace doesn't know where he's going, if the choices he's making are right. He relies on his instincts, the flightiness of his feet, to carry him away from the shouts, the spears pointed at him.

He's pulled deeper and deeper into the heart of the maze. Down the rabbit hole, to some unknown place.

All the leaves look the same, and so does the sky. The criss-crosses and zig-zags don't make sense. His vision spins.

Damn it, where's the exit?!

Ace's head swerves left, then right, surveying his surroundings. To his dismay, his gaze connects with a Two of Spades at the end of a corridor. Their eyes widen in realization.

The Spade is turning now, calling out for the others to come.

Ace looks the other way. He is greeted with a dead end, impossible to scale.

"Shoot!”

They're going to cage me in if I don't get out of this tight spot…!

Mustering all his strength, Ace throws his body into the Two of Spades. He slams into the pole of a spear, which pushes back against him. His head and his rival's connect.

"Outta my way!”

The Two of Spades grits his teeth. "You should surrender now and come back with us. If you sincerely say sorry, Rosehearts-senpai might show you mercy."

"And let him have the last laugh?" Ace scoffs. "I don't think you know me too well."

"I want you to be better. I know you can be.”

“That line, coming from you? That’s rich.”

“If you'd just listen to the dorm leader, to us—”

"--What, I'd be like you?" Ace taunts, his hands closing on the Spade's spear. They clench on so tightly, his bones threaten to tear through his skin. "I'd catch up with everyone else? Finally get my unique magic and get to do something flashy? Is that it?"

“What…!”

“You don’t need to nag me, I get it! I get that I’m behind, okay?!”

“That’s not what I…” He falters, and Ace draws out an exasperated sigh.

A Card Soldier doesn’t stick out.

A Card Soldier must conform.

Those are the rules, and always has been.

His annoyance twists with upset. A fire ignites in his chest.

“Aaah, dammit. I’m getting sick of everyone tellin’ me what to do all the time. The only one that gets to decide that for me… is me!”

That’s right, falling in line just doesn’t suit the trump card. I won’t be satisfied with this alone.

The warmth spreads from his torso to his limbs, as if propelled by his very veins. Sparks feeding into an inferno. His skin tingles, buzzing from head to toe.

The Spade stares, jaw agape.

What is this feeling…?

Ace stares at his hands. They feel molten, yet brimming with energy.

Is this what I think it is?

The buzzing reaches his ears, rattles his head. The magic begs to be unleashed.

Rise up, it urges him. Incite rebellion. Defy their will. You know what to do, what to say.

Do it.

Ace opens his mouth.

And recites his incantation.

[nortism]

Nor's Les Mis Fic Recommendations

I've been scouring les mis ao3 for a few months now so here are my fav fics I've found. I've tried my best to tag tumblrs where I can but let me know if you are the author of any of these and I'll tag you!

Three Days (or The One Where Javert and Valjean Take a Road Trip Through France and Raise a Child) by zamwessel

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

Javert calls what he thinks is Valjean's bluff about needing three days to find the child Cosette and intercede for her. The Inspector comes along for the ride -- and gets much more than he bargained for, in the process.

Notes: First Les Mis fic I ever read and its an absolute banger. It's pretty much exactly what it says on the tin and I'm a sucker for a kid fic so I absolutely adored it.

A Change of Bizarre Kind by M_Moonshade

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

Six months ago, Doctor Henry Jekyll sought to escape the dramatics of London by coming to M-sur-M. Tonight his murderer pays a visit to the Mayor Madeline. (Being the Curious Case of Inspector Javert and Mister Hyde)

Notes: Criminally underrated. Jekyll and Hyde AU but I went in knowing very little about that book and I could understand what was going on. Each chapter contains bits from the past and present day until the timelines eventually add up which makes the main mystery all the more compelling. Also Fantine is alive and well which is always nice.

Our Souls Still in Fetters by Cinaed

Rating: E

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

After Javert is assigned to discover a blackmailer within a public-house that caters to men who prefer other men, Valjean is unexpectedly drawn into the case. Together they must stop the blackmailer before any lives can be ruined...including their own.

Notes: This author has so many great Valvert fics but this one is probably my favourite. There's the classic "undercover as a couple" trope as well as old timey gay bars. Also a huge fan of how this author portrays Cosette and Valjean's relationship.

In Defiance of all Geometry by idiopathicsmile

Rating: T

Ships: Combeferre/Enjolras/Grantaire

Summary:

Amis House might not be the biggest student co-op, or the fanciest, but it's got something all its own. Specifically, smoke damage on the kitchen ceiling from that time Courfeyrac lit a political pamphlet on fire. In which there are secrets, pining, pancakes, and revelations, and sometimes the shortest distance between three points is not a triangle but a circle.

Notes: I love a good poly fic and this is one of the best. Also just a generally fun and wholesome friendship fic. Definitely a nice comforting read after all the old man angst I've got on here.

Gimme Gimme Gimme (A Man After Midnight) by Need_To_Comment_Rising (@aromantic-enjolras)

Rating: T

Ships: Courfeyrac/Enjolras, Combeferre/Courfeyrac (Its complicated)

Summary:

Enjolras takes a swig of his drink with everyone else, and then smirks at Courfeyrac over the rim of his glass. "You didn't seem to mind much me being bossy yesterday night when I had you in my bed..." At his side, Grantaire chokes on his drink and starts coughing. But how did we get here, you might ask? Well, let’s rewind. ------- Enjolras and Courfeyrac have had a friends with benefits arrangement for a while. But when Coureyrac starts dating Combeferre, Enjolras is left with the question of where he fits in the new status quo...

Notes: Another poly fic with aromantic!Enjolras. I love fics with unconventional relationship dynamics as well as people actually communciating with each other (though not before there's been some hijinks ofc). Criminally underrated.

How Marius (Painstakingly) Won the Hand of Mlle. Fauchelevent by writingsyrup (@syrupsyche)

Rating: G

Ships: Cosette/Marius

Summary:

When setting out to woo his beloved Cosette, Marius had never imagined that it would bring him to this: sitting at a dining table next to her grim-faced father, and staring at the marble that was Enjolras picking at his peas. Or; Enjolras and Cosette are siblings in 19th century France. Marius has to deal with the consequences of this.

Notes: Probably the best Marius characterisation I've ever read, he's just so awkward and weird bless him. I love a good awkward "meeting the parents" and this filled that hole in my heart. Is part of a wider series but can be read as a standalone.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit by Apathy and saltedpin

Rating: M

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean, Cosette/Marius Pontmercy

Summary:

Valjean's panting breath does not belong to him. He scrambles out of the bed and stumbles on too-light feet to the mirror in the corner, although he already knows what he will see. Peering back at him from behind a curtain of dark hair, wide-eyed, is Éponine Thénardier. Jean Valjean awakens one morning from uneasy dreams to find that something quite unexpected has happened during the night.

Notes: Cosette and Javert get bodyswapped and Marius is weirdly into it, if that's not enough to convince you to read this fic then idk how to help you. Not normally a huge body swap fan but this was absolutely hilarious as well as having some genuinely sweet moments. Also Theodule is there which means something to some people.

It's Not the Same Anymore by ShameDumpster (@shamedumpster)

Rating: T

Ships: Enjolras/Grantaire

Summary:

Grantaire is a bookstore clerk in his late twenties, and to everyone’s eternal disbelief, a father. It’s been years since he’s seen anyone from his former group of friends, after a falling out cleaved him from the ABC, but everything changes when Enjolras walks into his bookstore. Can they rekindle their friendship, or something more, while they both come to terms with how their lives have changed over the past decade?

Notes: SO SO GOODDD!! Top tier slowburn kid fic, I could wax poetic about it for days. Had me gripped from start to finish.

Acts of Mercy by cruisedirector and Dementordelta

Rating: M

Ships: Javert/Jean Valjean

Summary:

After witnessing and reporting a murder, Javert is dismissed from the police and takes a job protecting the women in a brothel, where many of his long-held ideas about justice are challenged.

Notes: Breaking, man from the 1800s finds out that life for women is hard. Such a solid redemption arc fic with some really memorable ocs.

Lynx's Claws and Wolf's Mane by Kaleran

Rating: T

Ships: None

Summary:

When he is older, when he is a prison guard, he thinks back to his childhood and realizes he had been considerably fortunate. "Prison is no place for a girl like you," his mother told him often, usually fussing with what rags they could use for clothing. "Forgive me for this, draga mea." And so, instead of a daughter, she pretended to have a son.

Notes: Completely canon compliant except Javert is trans and the impact that has on the story really adds an extra layer to his character that I find really compelling. Warning, it is very depressing bc canon.

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: smut, minors do not interact, sex in a library, oral(fem!reader receiving), man handling, fucked from behind, rough, fluffy ending...

As Remus finished his essay for Magic History. His eyes hurt like hell. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He looked at his reflection in the library window opposite him. The person that looked back at him looked nothing like him. A scar ran across his nose. One of his first ones. His forest green eyes looked haunted. His curly fluffy hair was pushed back by his round wire-framed glasses.

A movement stole his attention. There she was. Her beautiful face morphed in interest when her curious eyes ran along the bookshelves and met the titles of the romance section. Tell me what you are reading love. I will do everything to you. Just say the word. He chuckled lightly at the thought. One day. One day, he would. Hopefully today.

She made her way towards the back room. Only eight people had access to that room. The Head Boys and Head Girls of every house could use that room. Lucky them, they both had that privilege. He grabbed his things and entered the room. Letting them sit at one of the tables and closing in on her form.

"What are you reading, dovey? Is it one of your erotica books again?" He whispered in her ear as he hugged her close and started leaving lazy hickeys in her neck.

"First of all, how dare you say such vile and filthy things to your girlfriend, mister? I shall have you reported to the Headmaster right away," she said as she leaned back on him. Teasing him. She was in a good mood today. "And I shall have you know that i-" she trailed off in her sentence as he slightly pinched her tits through her uniform.

"You were saying?" He teased back. Just as she opened her mouth to banter with him he proposed a deal. "Sweetheart, I want to try something."

"Okay"

"You see, you read all these books and I am curious to see why you like them so much. Yet I know that you would never let me read them. So I thought that we should make a deal. You can read them to me while I eat you out. You know how much I love eating you out, don't you? If you manage to read me at least one chapter I will reward you. What do you say, honey?"

"Right here?"

"We can wait until later when I can sneak into your dorm. But then I won't be able to fuck you against bookcases. Or while you are bent over these desks. It's your choice, my love."

"If I agree with your term, will you do both?"

"If you can take it…"

She didn't need to hear more. She ran towards one of the desks and hopped on one. He buried one hand in her hair and placed a kiss on her lips. "I love you" he whispered sweetly in the kiss and when he broke it he kneeled in front of her removing her trousers and her underwear.

"Yeah… me too. Now get on with it. I always wanted to try this" she demanded

He bit in her inner thighs, drawing a high-pitched squeal from her and mouthing over her cunt "bossy eager girl".

She whined and to which he responded "I am not starting until I hear you reading"

She huffed and began narrating. "Chapter 11. The phone rang as he was buried deep inside her.

"Don't answer that" she begged.

Yet he ignored her and reached for it any-anyway"

Her voice lost its volume as he started lapping at her. He knew how to drive each and every sound out of her. He was going easy.

She continued steadily until he started practically making out with her pussy. His tongue was entering her constantly. He sucked everywhere as if trying to form hickeys and separated her now swollen lips every few seconds.

"Continue," he said in a rough voice.

And that she did. She drew her whole willpower and focused on reading. Though as he got more eager she lost her concentration. She had read three whole pages and only one was left. He wouldn't notice. Especially since her thighs were so tightly pressed in his ears.

"Remus, please. More." Within a few seconds, she was undone by him. Cumming in his tongue, on his lips, as he devoured her like there was no tomorrow.

"Good job love. Only one page short. Next time you won't be able to read one sentence. Now stand on your feet." She complied without a pause.

"Turn around" she did. He placed one hand on her back and slowly pushed her down to lie at the table.

"Grab the edges and stay still" she didn't need to hear it twice.

He removed his pants and boxers. Grabbed her hips and entered her, hard. Making her cry in ecstasy. A slap was delivered to her ass shortly after "Quiet or else, I will leave you here. Alone. Aching in silence." She nodded fast and bit her arm to stay quiet.

He was flying in and out of her. Leaving always only his tip in. He was torturing her. His pace was animalistic. Hard and incredibly deep. Each thrust made her crazy with want and pleasure. One of his hands maintained its tight grip on her while the other tried to take hostage every curve, every slope, every inch of her. He was rough with her and they both absolutely loved it.

She was moving up and down from the force of his movements. Each one of them made her breasts brush the material of one of his old sweaters, as they had escaped from her bra, creating a great stimulation to her nipples.

"Do you think you can take it if we move to the bookcases? Or have I already turned your legs to Jello?"

"Bookcase …now" her voice was hitched and broke from his thrusts. He grabbed her, moving her five paces towards one of his favourite shelves. A plan formed in his head.

"Hands on each side. Spread your legs for me love" she did as she was told blindly. He reached even deeper now if that was even possible.

"Oh God"

"Glad to see you praising me, dove"

"You cocky bastard" she fired back in a voice so dreamy and breathy making her insult sound like a compliment.

"Your cocky bastard. Only yours" he said before he started pistoning his hips into hers. The sound of their skins slapping filled the room. His hand snaked in her front. Under her shirt and playing with one of her breasts. It was too much for her to handle. Her arms got tired and lost their strength. She placed her forehead in one of the bookcases and the sight in front of her made her lose her breath.

In her stomach, her skin moved. Could he reach that far in this position? His sure and rough thrusts made sure for this to happen, didn't they? Her eyes travelled lower, where her previous release was coating her thighs. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was perfect, making her see stars and feel like she was in paradise. She must have said as much because the next thing she knew he repositioned her. Her upper body dropped to a horizontal line before…

"This is nothing sweetheart. The fun begins now".

Her legs couldn't hold on longer. Thank God he had placed his hands on her hips. Driving them into his as he fucked into her, making every stimulation ten times more pleasurable. Loud moans that sounded like his name echoed.

"That's it, love. Tell the world who makes you feel this good. Not giving a single fuck of getting caught." She clenched around him.

His left and dominant hand grabbed her throat lightly, not applying any pressure but giving the illusion of it.

"You would like that? Being caught, huh? Should I put public places on our list?"

"Yes," she yelled. How could he perform so well and taunt her at the same time? She wouldn't be complaining though.

"Alright now I want you to do me a favour. In the shelf in front of you my favourite book is stacked. If you find it before you cum, which you are so so close to do so, we can do anything you want. If you don't, we will do it in a public place next week."

Both options seemed terrific in her lust and pleasure-overridden brain. But a challenge was a challenge. Her eyes raked over the books. Her cloudy vision makes her work difficult. As she reached the edge she found it. Yet her release caught her off guard. Sounds that she would never make, exited her mouth. Only he could draw them out.

Remus. Remus. Remus. Her Remus. Only hers.

He continued strongly. Doing God's work on her.

"I'm so close. Will you cum with me?" His thrusts were sloppy but didn't lose their ability from bringing her close again. He started circling her clit with his thumb.

He fell from the edge first and took her with him. His hand clamped her throat a bit. Her vision blackened. He brought her close and rubbed her sides, calming her. They both looked in the place they were joined, their orgasms trying to escape by gushing down her legs.

"Legs up" he commanded, even though it didn't make sense she folded her legs and let his arm that hugged her middle keep her in place. As she practically hovered over the floor he placed her panties in her legs and started drawing them up.

"Kept them in my pocket. Don't want infections on my best girl" she giggled lightly at the comment. Trusting him with her life. As her underwear reached its rightful place, he removed himself and placed them there. Trying to contain everything inside her.

"Bad infections" she reasoned back or at least tried to.

"Yeah, really bad. You must really love me. For putting up with my and our sex cappeds"

"Rem" she said as she turned her head in his chest and whispered "tired"

"I know, let's get some rest, hm?"

"Mmm"

He carried her onto one of the couches and let her get comfortable on top of him. She placed a kiss over his heart and mumbled " I love you" before she dozed off.

"Love you too, my heart."

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[gonnamurdersomeone]

CoD people as cats? I think so here we go!

Someone better appreciate this I literally took 3 pages from my fucking notebook to write all this shit down

Captain John “Bravo-6” Price

I think John would definitely be an Oriental cat if not that then probably a Burmese. Smart, quick on his feet and pretty loyal seems about right.

Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley

I think Simon would be a Norwegian forest cat or a British Short hair.. for obvious reasons dude is a fuckin Brit through and through. I chose NFC becuase they are bigger types of cats and used to harsh climates

Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

For Gaz I chose an Abyssinian cat, they are pretty, usually have pretty eyes (like him) and are pretty smart and playful. Very Gaz coded

Sergeant Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Johnny boy would be a Scottish Fold or a Siamese cat. They are very vocal, love people and are just a joy to be around honestly. Plus they suffer from pretty boy syndrome so… yeah

Sergeant Gary “Roach” Sanderson

Gary my baby boy, I chose an OciCat cause of his name it’s so random? I thought him being a more exotic and weird cat would fit his aesthetic. Very pretty cats too!

General Hershel Shepherd

Fucking hell I hate this dude and for that I gave him a Sphynx cat, they are mean, bald and bossy as fuck. Sound about right for mister Shepherd no?

I want to kill him

Kate “Watcher-1” Laswell

Kate one of my favorites! She would definitely be an American Curl. Very pretty cats with a unique personality and it just fits her. That or a Bombay cat I couldn’t choose

Nikolai “Gaz fell out of the helicopter again”

Nik our lovable transportation buddy, of course he would get a Russian blue there is no need to elaborate here he would be a Russian blue. Very cool cats ngl

Farah “Kilo Actual” Karim

She is so pretty and such a girl boss istg. But I’m giving the Bengal cat or an Ural Rex very curly hair and just very funny kitties, I think it fits her

Alex “Echo 3-1” Keller (Jr Price fr)

Pretty boy gets a pretty cat!!! He gets to be a Manx cat cause of the no tail (and his one leg) nahh jokes aside very pretty kitties for a very pretty boy

Phillip “Shadow-1” Graves

I hate this dude with all my atoms but he’s tolerable compared to Shepherd.. But I gave Graved an American shorthair. One becuase he’s American and two his hairline makes me wanna cry

Vladimir Makarov

I hate you so so much for what you did in MW3… but you are a character so I’m still giving you a cat. If you were a cat my guy I think you’d be an Peterbald or a Karelian cat

Andre “Alpha 2-1” Nolan

Surprisingly not a bad character imo but he could use some more character development! I’m giving him a Korat cat or a Singapura. I wish he got more development in MW3 honestly :/

Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro! Our favorite Mexican man gotta love him and the cowboys. He’s a petty boy as well so I’m giving him a pretty chill and cool cat as well. A color point shorthair, not necessarily a *breed* per day but still he deserves a petty kitty

Rodolfo Parra

Rudy! Another cowboy we love what a gentleman <3 I’m giving him an Egyptian Mau kitty, it has spots and I think Rudy would be a spotted kitty. Very good boy

Valeria “El-Sin-Nombre” Garza

Mommy issues fr love this women. I support women rights AND wrongs 💪 she gets a Donskoy or a Savannah cat. Both wild kitties to match her wild and unpredictable personality I think it fits very well

König

Anxious King gotta love them! For obvious reasons he’s a Maine Coon cat, the biggest house cat there is. For being an absolute UNIT of a man he deserves a very loyal, pretty, and big kitty. God I just wanna smother this man

Kim “Horangi” Hong-jin

Toyger need I say more? It’s a literal house tiger, his name is fucking Tiger he gets to be the tiger damnit! 😤

Darnell “Hutch” Hutcherson

Dunno the rest of these guys very well (besides Nikto) but I’m giving Hutch a Chartreux cat. I wish the more obscure characters got more attention, no they may not be apart of the MW part but still they deserve love

Nikto

I love this man with every fucking atom of my body. My baby boy deserves the best cat in my opinion the Lykoi. Very cool, funny and amazing cats one of the best he’s just a goober I wanna pet him and keep him in my closet away from all the bad things

Mace

Mace heard some things about you here and there and decided I couldn’t leave you behind. You my friend would be an Oriental Longhair dunno why but I think it suits him

Velikan

Idk if this man is even part of the fandom? Either way I’m giving you a cat deal with it. You would be an Highlander cat if not then an Tonkinese kitty.

Keegan P Russ

Oh Keegan my dear boy, you would be a Devon Rex kitty, very smart, mischievous and overall just a joyful cat. You deserve the world my dear

Logan Walker

Ragdoll. You will get a ragdoll take it or leave or my guy. Just know I’m only adding you and everyone else because of Keegan

David “Hesh” walker

Hhhh.. hesh dude idk I’d probably give you a Havanah Brown kitty. Seems like a good fit. Unusual brown kitty for a unusual cool character

Elias T “Scarecrow” Walker

I literally know nothing about you? But I’m still giving you a cat! Uh I think possibly a Javanese cat would fit you my dude.

Alex v “Ajax” Johnson

Same with you like? I have never heard about you either but whatever. I think a Australian Mist or a Khao Manee cat would work

Alright so that’s all the CoD characters I think? I’m not sure if I missed anyone, if I did tell me and I’ll assign them in the comments or whatever.

No I’m not adding the other characters such as Diego or any other unknown Ghost team people or random background people that only have like 2 lines of dialogue or is barely even known within the CoD community.

[mapofyourstars]

mappers this is me asking for you to yap about the charmed au 🎤🎤🎤

(from @mister-peregrine :))

oh, god, will I definitely yap about the charmed au I have planned. and if you have watched charmed and would like to yap about it and help me with plot stuff, I would love you forever. this goes for @mister-peregrine as well as anyone else who knows about charmed.

putting under a read more because spoilers and I dunno how long this is gonna get... also, this discussion will assume some basic level knowledge of charmed, but for the fic, I will definitely be explaining more to make the charmed universe clear to non-charmed fans.

ok ok, so the charmed ones will be charles, raven, and, at this moment, jean - but I am totally, totally up to changing that if another character seems better. jean will be the oldest, charles middle, and raven the baby, of course. brian xavier will be a witch like patty halliwell, and he will die before passing on the coven and family knowledge to the charmed ones. haven't figured out specifics of how everyone comes together - probably going to be a family death like in the show - but I'll hammer that out later. (open to suggestions!)

charles' characterization will be a mix of piper and phoebe, but I'm thinking mainly a piper-like characterization with charles floating throughout. not very ooc, but he'll have make some questionable decisions. his abilities will start with premonitions, then level up to empathy, and then finally telepathy with probably another ability after that. phoebe had levitation at the end, but I dunno if I like that, lol

jean's characterization will be 100% prue, which can either be a good thing or a bad thing. prue was very grating to me at times, so jean will be the bossy big sister who just wants to protect her family at all times. haven't hashed out her abilities (sort of like raven's), but I think it'll start with a lower-level ability (suggestions please!), then telekinesis, followed by another ability higher than that (more suggestions!). maybe astral projection like prue, but honestly, that's boring to me, lol

raven's characterization will be a mix of phoebe and paige, I think, leaning more into the impulsivity and childish-ness of phoebe from time to time, especially early on in the series. raven will be the stereotypical little sister, probably like 20 or 21 (charles like 25 and jean like 29). her abilities will evolve into full-body transfiguration like her x-men ability, but I think she'll have object transfiguration to start, and maybe have piper's abilities too - freezing and exploding - just because they deal with matter manipulation? dunno if that's a stretch to have her have those abilities, so once again, open to suggestions!

their whitelighter, if I keep jean as the sister, will be scott, of course, which I think will just be funny. never really written a good dynamic with those two before, and certainly never written scott in anything more than a few lines. but I think he'd be the perfect fit for a whitelighter - fiercely loyal, willing to jump in front of a train for his charges, but also will get his ass yelled at by jean if she deems fit. I think their relationship will be more fiery than piper and leo's, but I do think they'd be a good pair to include. so if there are suggestions away from jean for the other sister, I'd need a whitelighter to match; some things to consider.

basically, the plot will be bits and pieces from the series. I'm currently looking through some of my favorite episodes and just adapting them to fit my needs or just take inspiration from them. probably going to have a lot of world-building to start, but it'll be well-worth it in the end. and as for how erik becomes involved...

it seems fairly obvious that erik would be like cole - if you know, you know - I really don't wanna spoil more than that. dunno if charles will meet erik in a similar manner like phoebe and cole, but they will fall in love, charles will be none the wiser, and erik will slowly develop feelings for charles and then quickly fall face-first into love. then, for those of you who know how charmed went... you can see where I might be going with this.

BUT. I'm going to change a lot of phoebe and cole's love story because charles and erik are going to be different characters and have different motivations. I do think that the climax of the story will be something to do with the source, who I'm thinking would be a figure like apocalypse. might take some plot points from the show for those climactic moments, or I might spin off with an entirely different idea. I still have quite a bit to map out with this, but I'm kind of excited to see where it will go.

honorable mentions though will be emma and azazel, who will be assistants pretty much for erik. cue ridiculous interactions between the three of them and emma always chastising erik for doing nothing as planned. azazel will just sit back and watch them bicker all the time and then come in whenever he is needed most, probably to always fish erik out of trouble.

I want to include some warlocks, demons, creatures from the show because I loved them so - so we'll have barbus, I'm sure; tempus, definitely; darklighters; and probably other demons that I hold near and dear to my heart. probably will have to change their names to fit other characters in the xmcu, so here is another place where I'm open to suggestions! who would be a good demon of fear and a demon of time?

ALSO. if you've read this far and you understand what I'm talking about and you wanna talk to me about this fic, I will take any and all conversations. this fic is kinda gonna be my baby because I loved charmed so, so much growing up. so if there are things that you wanna see happen, like certain episodes or tropes, let me know. if you think some characters/ideas should be changed, also let me know. and if you just wanna yap and brainstorm and flesh out the plot with me, I'd love that very much a lot.

okay, I'm done (:

[roseshewrites]

A Golden Piece Of You (Slowburn Radio Apple)

Chapter 6: Roaches And Empathy

"Empathy!!!"

Charlie created a rainbow over her head with her raised arms, striking a pose.

"I am starting," she began pacing on the raised podium, assuming a cheerfully bossy persona, "An in-depth, months long empathy excercise, designed to heighten awareness of your partner's emotions via *buddy journaling.*"

Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows, blinking, minus Alastor who, Lucifer noticed, seemed cool and collected as always.

He brought his attention back to his daughter, who was grinning madly, her fists to her mouth, "Well?!?! What do you guys think?!"

Niffty, who was sitting on the floor in front of Angel, raised a small hand.

"Yes, Nifty!" Charlie pointed.

"May I partner with him?" She held aloft a twitching, half dead looking roach.

"Eauuuhh,-umm, I was going more for a humanoid, fellow demon partner approach, but...Um- why...why not?" She shivered a little, "In fact ~", and here she seemed to resolve herself, "Why not? What better partner than a creature that *might* end up being a bit misunderstood? Way to go, Nifty! Round of applause!!"

Lucifer applauded with Angel, who made an effort and nudged Husk beside him, who grunted. Alastor politely clapped with a gentle, doting look on his face. "Well done, Nifty dear."

"The point is to do a daily entry. One buddy will journal that night, the other in the morning," Charlie was passing out notebooks, "Nifty, I suppose you can..um..journal on behalf of Mister Roach!"

"Yay," Nifty grasped her new notebook and immediately smacked her 'buddy' into the center of it, violently slapping the book shut. "Heheh."

Charlie shuddered and handed a notebook to Lucifer.

"Hang on, uhh Charlie?"

"Yeah dad?"

"I see here you've put *my name* on here next to Alastor's."

"Well, yeah! You two are buddies!"

"Better you than me," Husker grumbled.

"You've gotta be kiddin' me...Charlie! No. Absolutely not."

"Dadddd!" She leaned in whispering, "It'll be an opportunity for you to get to know each other better! Think of it as a way you can help improve the hotel staff's teamwork! Please? For me?" She begged him.

"Well , I uh-" he glanced at Alastor out of the corner of his eye who was quite rabidly staring at nothing, polishing his claws on his jacket lapel.

"Fine," he said finally. "Okay. For you, Char."

Great. Okay.

For his daughter, and her *only*, would he attempt to get along with the radio demon. Whom he was slowly forgetting seemed so attractive to him last week, as he'd had time to settle his drive down and rethink - *seriously, honestly rethink* that absolutely disgusting scenario.

"Should be fun," he forced a toothy grin.

"Amazing!!! You can do the first one!!"

She handed him and Alastor a small box of crayons.

Lucifer bit his lip and didn't say a single word about how he'd much rather use pencil, or his favorite quill pen, maybe; she looked so happy going on about her newest project, and he was determined not to ruin that for her. Across the room, he spied Vaggie watching her with her one good eye sparkling with deep fondness, and he smiled knowing Charlie was in good hands.

Goodness knows he owed his child support. Any support he could offer. It was the least he could do to at least *begin* to make up for the many years he had spent lost in his own depressive little world.

So, hunching over, he opened up the first page and began scrawling his first entry with a deep mustard yellow crayon.