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jeonjcngkook · 1 year

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industry baby: bts jeon jungkook collab

lights, cameras, action!

turn the lights down low and the music up for the newst collab to hit mainstream screens around you. whether you’re reading about this through the hottest magazine in town, hearing about it through the newest tracks to hit streaming platforms or watching it all go down on demand; immerse yourself with the incredible seventeen new fics from our talented writers that are bound to be the newest talk of the town. afterall, we’re all part of the industry, baby.

title: part time lover | by @sketchguk

pairing: investigative journalist!jungkook x daycare-teacher!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, fluff, angst, fake marriage au, dad au, spy x family au

summary: there is no crime more perfect than marrying jeon jungkook. your relationship is nothing more than a ruse - while your friends pester you for being perpetually single, jungkook desperately needs a wife to complete the pristine image of a family, fooling his way through the parent interview at the nation’s most prestigious private school. only time will tell how deep your lies will run as you find home in one another’s minds. because untangled in the moonlight, he is but a spy, exposing a secret world of corruption, and you, an assassin, ridding the streets of danger one hit at a time.

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title: the never ending man | by @joheunsaram

pairing: animator!jungkook x journalist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): ghibli studios au, documentary au, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, maybe smut

summary: reclusive award-winning animator jeon jungkook is known for works of whimsy, creating heart warming epithets that provoke reflection of the world. when the news of his early retirement shocks the world, you decide to bring the man behind the pen to the forefront, documenting his last work. his fans deserve to know him, much like you do. after all, in his ten years in the industry, you're the only journalist he has ever deemed worthy of interviews.

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title: malevolence | by @jeonjcngkook

pairing: vampire-pornstar!jungkook x human!freader

genre(s)&au(s): modern vampire au, porn star au, smut, pwp, predator pray

summary: in a world where vampires live amongst the human world, it is strictly forbidden that hybrid relationships exist between the two. but for jungkook, bending the rules is just as much fun as bending his women; so when the opportunity for him to break more laws occurs, it only makes sense that he hunts you down to join him on set.

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title: hi, baby | by @sailoryooons

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!freader

genre(s)&au(s): strangers to lovers, pornstar au, pwp, slow burn if you squint

summary: from the moment jungkook met you on set, he was head over heels. the only problem? you weren’t scripted as his partner for any of his sex scenes. but there would always be another chance to sleep with you - right? after months of bad luck,things going awry, and mismatched schedules, jungkook finally gets the invitation to participate in an episode of the aphrodite house where he’s asked to pick his favorite pornstar to film with. it’s his dream come true and he can’t wait to have you.

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title: chatroom | by @chryblossomjjk

pairing: nerdy-virgin!jungkook x camgirl!reader

genre(s)&au(s): smut, a lil fluff and humor, strangers-to-lovers

summary: absolutely ravenous and sexually frustrated, jungkook decides to join a chatroom.

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title: best lover | by @joonberriess

pairing: stalker!jungkook x stalker-cam!girl

genre(s)&au(s): yandere, smut, angst

summary: a devoted fan leaves you in confusion and terror when he starts appearing outside of your streams. but whoever said you were innocent too?

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title: ambivalence | by @mercurygguk

pairing: pornstar!jungkook x pornstar!fem reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers au, pornstar au, angst/smut, tiny bits of fluff

summary: you and jungkook used to be a thing before your careers took off but it ended badly, the result being hatred for one another. now, the universe is sick and twisted in all sorts of fucked up ways and brings the two of you back into each other’s lives; on the set for a porn video.

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title: tired of pretending | by @gimmethatagustd

pairing: musician!jungkook x ghostwriter(f)!reader

genre(s)&au(s): non-idol musician, coworkers to lovers, slowburn, smut, fluff, angst

summary: jungkook is known for his sensual pop songs that profess a love so deep fans regularly speculate who might be the recipient of his affection. outsiders don’t know that you’re the one writing his songs as his ghostwriter. while jungkook gains fame and fortune by unknowingly singing love songs written about your love for him, you feel yourself growing even more invisible.

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title: industry baby | by @joonberriess

pairing: solo-artist!jungkook x prissy-brat!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies w/benefits au, smut, small amounts of angst

summary: solo artist jeon jungkook has always been one for controversy despite being one of the best out there. his notoriety for drinking, partying, and breaking hearts reaches a all time high when he drops a diss track, however not just aiming for the industry, but for you too. you don't know what's worse, him revealing that you fuck on the low or him calling you the "industry's baby".

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title: rolling stone | by @kooktrash

pairing: idol!jungkook x non idol!reader

genre(s)&au(s): idol au, friends-w-benefits, smut, angst

summary: he was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay.

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title: happily ever after | by @kookingtae

pairing: shy!jungkook x freader

genre(s)&au(s): reality dating show au, angst, smut, fluff

summary: previously on a reality dating show, you had brushed off fellow contestant jungkook’s crush on you in favor of the exciting, toxic fling you had with taehyung. but now that the cameras have stopped rolling and you’re back to spending everyday life with the boy you friendzoned on national television, you’re faced with the realization that maybe you made a mistake. maybe reality tv isn’t reality at all.

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title: a case of you | by @jeonqkooks

pairing: actor!jungkook x actress!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, slight fluff, angst, slight smut

summary: jeon jungkook is the show business’ golden boy ever since he rose to fame seven years ago. with a face sculpted by the gods, as well as oozing charisma and talent, it’s no surprise that he turns heads and steals hearts wherever he goes. but underneath that facade of the perfect man whom everyone adores and the highly acclaimed actor that every casting director wants to book, there are hushed whispers left and right that jungkook is a nightmare to work with. as the actress starring alongside jungkook in his upcoming drama, you have a front row seat to see if he’ll prove the rumors false, or if he’ll make the biggest project of your career go up in flames.

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title: love spilled canvas | by @caelesjjk

pairing: painter!jungkook x actress!freader

genre(s)&au(s): friends to lovers, angst, romance, smut

summary: fame isn’t everything it’s made out to be. the pressure to be perfect. the highest of expectations weighing on your shoulders, it all becomes too much to bear. when it all comes crashing down, you seek out the person who has always felt like home and take up refuge in his gorgeous apartment that’s more than far enough away from your movie star life. jungkook is a painter. the most talented one that you know. but what you don’t know, is that he’s been in love with you for years. so of course he lets you stay with him for as long as you need. but when he finally lands an exhibit at a very high end gallery after you’ve gone back home, the last person he expects to see walk in is you.

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title: sticky situationship | by @rkivian

pairing: tv host!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, crime au, crack, smut, great pretender au, the ugly truth au

summary: it isn’t lost on you, your local, hot shot tv host trying to distract you from the fact that he isn’t who everyone thinks he is, because he’s doing quite a terrible job. but… you might as well take advantage of it.

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title: not like the movies | by @here4btsfics

pairing: screenwriter!jungkook x reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies-to-lovers, angst, smut, fluff

summary: the biggest mistake you ever made was in college when you hooked up with the one and only jeon jungkook at a graduation party. you two had hated one another since high school when he betrayed you, and sleeping with him was a moment of weakness. fast forward five years later, you’re a successful screenwriter, mainly for romcoms, and you just got an amazing opportunity to help write for a movie for a major production company. the only problem? jungkook was signed onto the project as well and you two have to work together without killing one another in the process.

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title: PR disaster | by @ughcore

pairing: actor!jungkook x publicist!reader

genre(s)&au(s): enemies to lovers, smut, comedy

summary: after a slow year in the business, you unexpectedly find yourself employed by Hit Ent, tasked with the unfortunate role of taming infamous rake jeon jungkook in preparation for a movie role that could make his career. with the intention of cleaning up his image, you aim to find him a respectable fake girlfriend, hardly expecting to find the task a whole lot more challenging than it seems - especially when you get to know the guy behind the headlines…

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hosted by: @jeonjcngkook & @mercurygguk | collab theme by: @mercurygguk

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captainjacklyn · 1 year

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Can I make a request a headcanon of Riddle, Vil's, Jamil's and Azul's reaction to finding out that their romantic partner is a direct descendant of the Great Seven? (Like the ones who found and made their dorms?)

Male or Female Yuu/MC/Reader/Y/N please and thank you!

What a wonderful ask, my friend ! I apologize for making this so late, I hope that you will still enjoy reading these head canons if you are still out there. I'll be using gender neutral reader since I wanted everyone to enjoy it but if you wish for a male/female reader only, send in a request and I'll get right to it !

Pairing(s) : vil schoenheit x reader, jamil viper x reader, Azul ashengrotto x reader, riddle rosehearts x reader

Warning(s) : gn!reader, may have some cursing, they/them pronouns are used but gender isn't mentioned, reader is a merfolk in Azul's part (cause you know- Ursula is a mermaid..), also they act similar to their ancestors.

Jamil, Vil, Riddle and Azul finding out that their partner is a descendant of one of the great sevens :

Riddle Rosehearts

When Riddle first met you, he didn't think much of it. Sure you were quite commanding and respected the rules of his dorms very well (which he appreciated) but he just thought it was your personality and nothing more.

When he found you looking at the Queen of Heart's statue, he was surprised to see dissatisfaction on your face. You appeared a little bothered and as your partner he wished to make sure his s/o was alright.

"Is everything ok my Rose ? You seem a little out of your element."

"Ah Riddle, no I'm all good I'm simply thinking about certain things concerning my ancestor."

"Oh, and who are they ?"

"The one I'm looking at right now."

....

WhAt-

he wasn't expecting that, honestly, it feels like a bucket of ice got dropped on his head. Since she is seen in such a positive light in Night Raven College, he will start asking you about her.

"Oh she was a tyrannical queen, absolutely insane with no moral whatsoever. The only traditions we pass down in the family are the rules and leadership qualities, those are taught to the kids at a young age. I never admired her, not once. Sometimes rules didn't even need to be broken for her to cut someone's head off. If she was in front of me, breathing, at this exact moment I would give her a taste of her own medicine."

...

He didn't expect that, not once did he think of it that way. What was pictured to be a righteous royal turned out to be someone who beheaded people for a yes or a no.

It doesn't change what he thinks about you, you are your own person and what your ancestor did is unforgivable.

he's just stunned, and maybe a bit more proud of being your significant other.

Vil Schoenheit

You and Vil are the star couple of NRC, people literally turn blind when they look at the both of you. Dazzled with glam and beauty I swear to god-

He's glad he doesn't have to constantly shout at you for being reckless and ruining your eyeshadow. Not like some people

You were the perfect visual depiction of a queen/king/royal, I imagine you two walking down the school hallway and a red carpet spawns out of nowhere for the both of you to walk on.

Aphrodite has favorites.

You take good care of your appearance, no matter the special/ so called 'unusual' features you carry, you still manage to appear even more wonderful than the Fairest Queen herself.

Rook stalks you follows you around a lot. He would gush at you everyday as you sat in front of the mirror and prepared yourself for the day.

He does this to Vil as well and y'all consider this normal at this point. If you don't, then get prepared to be spooked all the time. Like...all the time.

"My my [Nickname], you look especially splendid today ! Not like you aren't usually, but you managed to make your beauty shine even more than it already was !"

"Well I am the Fairest Queen's great-great-great-great granddaughter/son/child after all."

"..."

"Pardon me."

"Where did that come from ? Orchidia was that in the script-"

Rook will tell Vil immediately, it isn't like it will affect your relationship in any way, he just thinks its a very interesting fact about you.

He may or may not flatter himself with it, but even if you weren't, your beauty does shine without an ancestor to prove it.

Jamil Viper

You are an amazing tactician, I mean, you were capable of coming up with a plan to stop kalim from burning down the dorm 10 days before it had the possibility of taking place.

And let's not ignore your persuasive abilities, you don't even need unique magic to have 200 students do what you want.

You and Jamil are one manipulative pair, but at least you have good morals. Kinda wishing you were there during the entirety of chapter 4 because it would have been over in one episode with no overblot happening at all.

Wether you scold him after finding out is your choice, but if it does happen don't be too harsh about it, his mind is little coo-coo at the moment.

So much that the only thing he catches you saying is :

"...And I don't want you turning into my great-great-great-great uncle simply because things didn't go your way. He was one manipulative and deceiving *sshole who I wish was never related to me at all. He was smart but for the wrong reasons, you are so much better than the sorcerer of sands Jamil ! I know it, and if anyone or anything is bothering you, I expect a full ranting session from your part-" "Wait you're related to the sorcerer of sands ?"

"...."

"Did you hear anything else about what I said ?"

"To be honest..."

"No."

Well that went well.

He is genuinely impressed and a little disappointed about the fact that the very man who represents his dorm is a huge traitor.

You're the one to talk- Lady Orchidia please calm down

He understands what you mean but his perception on Kalim won't change so if you're friends with the guy he stresses over everyday than you're gonna have to learn to live with it.

I repeat, it doesn't change your love for one another, except this time he'll be watching his back a little more. Knowing your advantage against him.

He's soft for you ngl

Azul Ashengrotto

Who are you and why are you so cute together-

Octopus lovers. Oh my god this is too much.

Orchidia you still need to finish the fanfic Shut your mouth and let me die, I finally found my reason to sleep forever.

You will probably have to be a mermaid/man/folk due to your origins but your appearance is your choice cause I'm too lazy to give you one also I have no idea what you look like.

You are once again amazing at convincing people into obeying your orders and both loves and fears your skill.

You are also is source of confidence and pride, if you can be happy in your original fish form than so can he (you just gotta tell him that often.)

He'll find out during a normal conversation where the two of you are in his office as he's arranging the contracts and listening to you talk about your day.

"Oh and did you know my family is related to the sea witch ? I know it's crazy to believe but-" "YOU'RE RELATED TO THE BENEVOLENT SEA WITCH ?!" "Yes...?" *runs up to you and shoves contract in your face* "Please marry me."

He is very happy and very excited, acting like a fan who gets to meet his idol for the first time in person.

He thought highly of you before, now it's through the stars. get it ? cause he thought highly of you ? damnit I suck at jokes.

He's willing to hear you talk about your ancestor for hours and hours, she is his role model after all.

Finds himself very lucky to be with you, even prior to your declaration. You two are just adorable- SQUISHY OCTOPUS !

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ghostlyloversworld · 5 months

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＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙙𝙞 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤 𝙭 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝘿𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙧! 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

✒- 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙚𝙜𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 ' 𝘽𝙪𝙨𝙮' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝙎𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚> 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘼/𝙣↪️ 𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜- 𝙀𝙡 𝙟𝙚𝙁𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙩 𝙁𝙪𝙚𝙧𝙯𝙖 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙙𝙖!

7:30, ha sonado la alarma Yo con ganas de estar en la cama Pero no se puede Llevo a los niño' a las nueve El mismo café, la misma cocina Lo mismo de siempre, la misma rutina Otro día de mierda Otro día en la oficina.

(7:30 the alarm has sounded I want to be in the bed but you can't I take the kids at 9 the same coffee, the same kitchen the same always, the same routine another shitty day, another day at the office)

She sighs as she was ready to give up she had asked Annabeth for help but she had let her down gently by saying ' Sorry.. I promised Mr d I'd help him today'. So she asked Grover and he had told her ' Sorry.. I told Juniper I would hang out with her today.. I haven't been able to hang out with my girlfriend since I was trying to find Pan to prove I was right..'

She drags her feet she stopped to ask Percy " hey can you help me.. Uh build um.. A Lego flower set?... " Percy who was helping a little kid practice with a sword " oh! Hi!.. Um.. After I'm done helping this kid " he smiles sheepish. Which would take up to hours before he finished she sighs and nodded "alright "

She kept walking looking down. It was like no one had time to do something so small with her. Until she heard behind her " what's got you so down? " she turned around to be face to face with the boy who's barely there at camp who people know him as the loner boy with only a few friends she sighs " it's nothing " he rolls his eyes " It's Something if it's bothering you that bad" Nico shoved his hands into his pockets

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta El muy hijo de puta, yeah.

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't pay me well, I arrive walking and he Mercedes Benz, he has me. As a recruit, The son of a bitch, yeah)

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving the neighborhood, you have to be a millionaire, expensive tastes, mentality, you only need the salary)

Nico grabbed the little clear shell like Lego snapping it on the other Lego he was careful as he does so ".. " a for minutes go by ".. So uh.. How is.. Yours and uh.. What's his name?.. " "who? " she asked

" the boy who.. Controls water.. Uh.. The son of p-" " Percy? " she cuts Nico off and he nodded causing his Raven hair covers his eyes " yes "

"Ohh.. We aren't dating" she laughs Nico looks shocked at this news " oh?.. But every Aphrodite kid thinks you two are perfect for each other "

She snorted " a boy who controls water and a girl who can manipulate and create flowers " she laughs ".. I don't see it to be honest" Nico said She shrugged " eh I don't either "

Se acumulan las facturas, ser pobre es una basura Mamá siempre me decía que estudiar todo asegura Estudié y nada pasó, maldita vida tan dura Trabajo más que un cabrón, pero follo menos que un cura Qué ironía, qué locura, esto sí, es una tortura Te matas de sol a sol y no tienes ni una escritura Dicen por ahí que no hay mal que más de cien años dura Pero ahí sigue mi ex-suegro que no pisa sepultura.

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta)

( Bills accumulate being poor is rubbish mom always told me that studying everything ensures I studied and nothing happened damm hard life, I work harder than a bastard but I fuck less than a priest, how ironic, how crazy this is torture you kill yourself from dawn to dusk and no you don't even have a writing they say there is no evil that last more than a hundred years but my ex-father-in-law is still there that does not step on a grave)

She sighs after two hours they finally finished the cute Lego flowers sat on the coffee table in the cabin her hands hurting so is his " this is worth the pain " she said with a stupid grin being held proudly on her face making the Raven hair boy laugh his first actual laugh

Tengo un jefe de mierda que no me paga bien Yo llego caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Me tiene de recluta (te tienen de recluta) El muy hijo de puta (el muy hijo de puta).

( I have a shitty boss who doesn't it pay me well, I arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz he has me as a recruit (he has me as a recruit ) the very son of a bitch (the very son of a bitch) )

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo te falta el salario.

( You are dreaming of leaving neighborhood, you have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, mentality you only need the salary)

She held her hand up for a high five and he laughs before giving her a week high five " you could do better then that " she teased he rolls his eyes and gave her another high five this time a little more stronger she grins " yeah "

Tienes un jefe de mierda que no te paga bien Tú llegas caminando y él en Mercedes-Benz Te tiene de recluta el muy hijo de p- 'Toy soñando con irme del barrio Tengo todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario Lili Melgar Para ti esta canción, que no te pagaron la indemnización Otro pedo, como siempre, a la ve-

( you have a shitty boss who doesn't pay you well, you arrive walking and he in Mercedes-Benz, he has me as a recruit the very son of a p-)

As they laugh the door to the Demeter's cabin open and Percy looks at the two " oh??. " he ran his hand through his Raven hair that was wet both Nico and her look at each other before laughing she asked Percy " did you fall into the pond or something " he grins " no.. I slipped and fall in the water " they all laugh together

Estás soñando con irte del barrio Tienes todo pa' ser millonario Gustos caros, la mentalidad Solo me falta el salario.

( toy dreaming of leaving neighborhood, I have everything to be a millionaire Expensive tastes, Mentality I only need the salary)

#x fem!reader #percy pjo #pjo #nico di angelo #percy jackson x reader #nico di angelo x will solace #nico di angelo x reader #grover underwood #annabeth chase

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the-pinstriped-hood · 1 year

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Changing Shadows

A Percy Jackson/Olympians AU blurb

The first time she came across him, he didn't even bat an eyelash at her. Paying her no mind and instead checking his chocolate brown locks in the reflection of the lake, like all of his vain brothers and sisters.

As was customary of a child of Aphrodite.

They were walking beings of gorgeous perfection. They had some of the campers hanging off their every word and wound around their perfectly manicured nails. Even though most were immune to their natural goddess given charm and could see them for the vain and self obsessed creatures they were.

Silently, Percy wished that Bo had continued to pay her no mind. Unfortunately that's not what her father had in mind.

It was a regularly sunny day at Camp Halfblood. Kids were climbing the rockwall, satyrs were playing their reed pipes for the strawberries, Mr. D and Chiron were playing Pinochle on the porch of the Big House.

Percy was enjoying the shade under a large tree. She preferred darkened areas when it was sunny. All that sun made her irritable and gave her a headache. The Halfblood girl watched as her friends Darrell and Max were sparring casually while Ellie was listening to Ava play her guitar outside.

The calm was shattered however when a massive BARK! was heard. Heads shot up and activities ceased. More noises, the screams of wooded niyads and forest spirits ran out of the forest followed by a large hellhound from Hades that had bounded out of the woods. Fire drooling from its maw, trails of fire left in its wake with every step of its massive lion sized paws. This creature smelled like fresh dirt and corpses. A skeleton lazily had gotten caught on the spiked leather collar hanging around its large furry neck.

Kids yelled for archers and the Ares cabin took up their arms. The large shaggy hellbeast began charging straight at Darrell only to leap over the blonde and keep going, paws churning up soil.

Right for Percy.

The dark haired girl stood up, transfixed at the beast headed straight for her, unable to hear her campmates scream at her to get out of the way.

"BUBBAS?!" She asked incredulously.

The Newfoundland looking Hellhound charged at the poor girl, tackling her, Percy writhed and shrieked under the large mass of Raven colored fur. Darrell stopped short when that shrieking turned to laughter.

"Bubba! It's you! It's really you!!"

The Ares boy watched as the monster licked her face, the crowd growing around her and the canine. Chiron making his way to the middle. "Percy are you alright?" The centaur asked, his front legs kneeling.

The girl sat up, her glasses askew, hair messed up and face covered in dog saliva. A large smile split the little girl's face like Darrell had never seen on her.

"Bubba is my friend! I've known him since he was just a puppy. He was only a stray but everywhere I went he found me again and now he's here! He's gotten so big! Where'd you come from boy? Must've been awful far..."

Chiron grimaced, he and Darrell shared a worried glance.

"Sissy," the southerner took a knee. "You said this dog's been followin' you?"

Percy nodded, arms wrapping around the Hellhound's large furry neck as it panted, tail wagging.

"I don't know why, I just took a liking to him and he likes me. He was the only friend I've had. Is there something wrong, Chiron?"

The crowd's eyes fixed on something just shimmering above Percy's head: a Greek key. The symbol of Hades.

The entire camp knelt as Bubba nosed the young girl to her feet.

"Hail Persephone Jones, Daughter of Hades, Lord of the Underworld, The Silent One."

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So I have written one song in my life that has been performed (in a show I toured) and I still love it. It opened a solo show called Aphrodite's Turn that I toured almost 20 years ago to mixed reviews (and seriously I got excellent reviews and really really hating reviews and rereading it I see why) about a Fat Lady from a side show... the beginning was not the character though... it was the narrator... and here's the song... and then the weird prose that follows it...and heck...I will throw in the rest of the show...I warn you it is a fever dream...but I think you could imagine Kristen Vangness or Penelope performing it. They are both taller and not as fat as me - but I think either of them would make it something I never was able to... And I did reasonably well.

Content warnings: Freakshow performers, racism and homophobia (both called out but still heartbreaking), prostitution, abuse, idiot savant character, sex descriptions, mashed up myth, sappiness, poetry, fever dream like storytelling. Sapphic love (unrequited? Definately heartbreaking); straight love. Brief child death mention. Alcohol. Hope. Selling Children.

Ps - this came out around the time of Carnivale and has those vibes - but I have never watched the series. There was also a book out which was similar which I skimmed at my last stop of the tour. But any similarities were more the fact that sideshows were what they were and modern takes on them are what they are.

Enjoy? 🤷🏼‍♀️. The plays running time was about 45 mins...so about 16 pages with lots of space?

APHRODITE’S TURN

by me, originally performed by me, directed and dramaturgy by my mother (!)

(1)

Sound of ocean rollers on a beach. THE WOMAN enters costumed as THE FAT LADY in a baby doll dress which shows a lot of bosom. The actor should not be padded. She is made to seem bigger if required by providing scaled down set pieces. THE WOMAN allows the audience to gaze at her body and frankly returns the gaze. Sound of ocean rollers fading. Sound of train whistle fading.

(SINGING)

If you really think about it

The first circus train was really a ship

Razorbacks loading them two by two

As Medusa and the unicorns wept

(SPOKEN)

Are you one who dreams of the Razorbacks? Razorbacks: Circus Men.

Roustabouts loading cages and wagons onto the backs of circus trains? So do you dream of the ones who loaded the trains? The Razorbacks? Sweating and straining, hands calloused and filthy. Building their appetites for late night boozy suppers and for someone's cushy body. A Dream of Men. Working men all around you. Men. A gang of deep Razorback voices in the darkness and the soot.

Razorbacks singing the gospel of the Stowaways:

(SINGING)

Snuck on board in the belly of the ship

Were the fat, the ugly, and the disfigured

The magical, the mythical, and misunderstood

All because of a single love

(SPOKEN)

Sound familiar? You are not alone. (Smile) There are more of us who dream of the Razorbacks than you might think. And we’ve all learned their song…

(SINGING)

With one of Noah’s less than perfect ones

One of the razorbacks was in love

So he made a pact with the Raven and Dove

To ensure the Stowaways’ safety

(SPOKEN)

A fine dream, a soothing dream…Strong-armed men rescuing the weak and unwanted…So comforting….so much love…

(2)

Severe shift: what’s bothering her comes to the surface despite trying to keep it down.

But then the horror begins. You realise that you are trapped inside one of the cages. You are being hoisted onto the circus train, because you are the Razorback’s familiar nightly load. And it haunts you that, without the Razorbacks, you would have been left behind during the flood. Left behind with the ‘less than perfect ones’. For who is ‘perfect?’

(3)

She shudders, and then takes hold of herself.

Last night the dream changed.

The Razorbacks’ song was still in my ears, but their hard sweating bodies were gone.

And I dreamed….I dreamed…

(4)

Sound of chimes.

I dream.

I am standing–naked–on a giant silver ball.

The giant silver ball is floating on a discharge of hot air. I lean over slightly so that I can gaze down, past my -naked- belly into the space between my feet. I gaze down into how the flesh of my thighs protects my center and how my belly rounds out the picture. Perfect curvature of my fleshy self. Grounded not a profile. An expanse of -naked- truth reflected on the silver sphere beneath my feet.

Gradually, my fleshy reflection flattens into a sepia circus yard. It's June [July, August, September - based on month of performance] 1934. And amid the budding tents, cages, and wagons I see the Fat Lady. The humongous, gi-normous Fat Lady.

And the Fat Lady is running across the sepia circus yard.

Running?

She’s Running?

She is RUNNING!

(PAUSE to watch, and, then, to the audience: )

She moves fast for a big lady.

(PAUSE - then she starts to sing again)

Snuck on board in the belly of that ship

Were the fat, the ugly, and the disfigured

The magical, the mythical, and misunderstood

All because of a single love

(6)

As she sings the woman slips behind the tent curtain. starts to accompany her voice; once she disappears, the music morphs from mythical folkish into a crescendo-ing rendition of the mythical circus song. Song stops abruptly. A second of silence.

The Fat Lady bursts into the room through the canvas flap (same actor new character). She is frantic. Her eyes open wide, then in a final attempt to make herself invisible, she huddles her bulk into herself, and squeezes her eyes shut.

A recorded voice, kind, slightly reverberating, comes from behind the flap.

MAN: (coaxing) Darlin’? You li’l cock tease! Com’on my darlin’ woman…? Y’know Lenny sent me. Darlin’?

FAT LADY:

Not tonight! It ain’t proper no more.

Don’t care what Lenny said!

It ain’t proper now.

Don’t care if you are looking oh so kind tonight. Just like you know I like ya best with straight teeth and them soft whiskers all around a smilin’ mouth…

Just because you wore them eyes tonight…

Them eyes…

the kind ones…

Dear Lord on a Toothpick do I ever love those eyes.

Funny. Last time you wore them in brown but tonight they are the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Can’t believe I didn’t tell you how nicely them kind eyes suit, last time you wore ‘em. I’d kick myself - if I could bend that way. Figure me not saying anything that night is the reason that you never wore them again. But we were having such a grand time…you actually wanted to chat, and your arms - so strong - covered with that beautiful curly hair - those arms felt so much gentler than the arms you sometimes wear - I didn’t even care that your right hand didn’t work that night. After all- everything else worked just hunky-o-dory… (lighter than later) -push, push, push- Remember I tried to tell ya how great you had been the next night but your kind eyes were gone. And, instead of bein’ brown they were all yella and bloodshot… and when I started talkin’ you shut me up with a good smack in the mouth. Lenny was so mad remember? And Celia had to hold that raw steak to my jaw all night.

(7)

Remember, I told you about Celia? Celia, my best friend? (Fondly) You hardly ever remember anything do ya? She’s the “Hottentot” of the show but when we’re “off” you hardly notice she’s a darkie at all! She really is the most ‘refined” person I’ve ever met in Show Biz. Sticks out her pinkie when she drinks her tea out of the tin mugs. Always wipes the jelly off the sides of her mouth and I have never heard her curse or belch. Like I said…VERY refined. At least as long as she’s not in front of Lenny. He don’t like her “fancy manners” says she’s “playing white”. Then he cuffs her and says that she just proved that she’s the ape that folks see - cuz that’s all she can do - ape white folks. Celia always cries when Lenny says that.

But I take her in my arms and I rock her and rock her. Her snake hair, rows and rows of tight braids, tickles my chin when I tilt my head to kiss her.

Her body is soft and padded like mine - her belly presses against my thighs. Her belly balloons - round and tight- like there’s a baby in her - NEVER coming out.

Sometimes, sometimes when I’m holding her, when her snot, tears and hot breath make wet spots on the front of my pinny.

She holds where Celia’s head would be and suddenly it is as if she is really holding Celia.

…I imagine that there really is a baby in your gut…and that the baby is ours, Celia. A pretty little girl - white and black like a milk cow - round and beautiful like us. She has curly, long blond hair. I pretend there is a pink bow in her hair even though she is still INSIDE. I think about how she will slither out from between your thighs -Push, Push, Push - I can feel the push. But yes…yes…she slithers out in a gush…right into my arms. The little piggy girl roots around then

is greedily sucking the sticky milk from my tit. I am feeding our wonderful little girl… (she remembers where she is and who she is really talking to) Hey are you listening? This is my favorite part. She jumps from my arms, all round and in a little blue dress, with little pink chubby legs sticking out from under her skirt, and she does a little bit of soft shoe. Just like mamma. So perfect my little girl and Celia and I love her like we love each other.

(Panicked look) Oh no! I don’t mean that I love Celia like that! (She spits.) No! no! no! You know you’re my man! Listen to me blabbering on like this … (Makes a move to go out) you look so nice tonight oh! Those eyes… whatever am I doing over here when I should be….

Wait! No I can’t. Not tonight. Gotta think of my EVERAFTER.

(8)

See… I’m going to marry Kite. Kite the skeleton man? Lenny said. Told me this morning! (Sing song) Skin and bones. Skin and Bones. Skin and Skinny Skinny bones… Lenny says we gonna get married next month. Next month. Once the press men stop fawnin’ over Jocko’s ‘mazing Side Show Spectacular’s bizness weddin’. Lenny hates Jocko cus he always spits on him and calls him half a man.

Pah! All excited ‘bout that mangy snake lady and that picture show gettin’ hitched. As if a couple dozen snakes or tattoos make you a legit act. Lenny’s sure that the press’ll go boffo once they find out that me an’ his ‘skeleton man’ are tyin’ the knot - after all Kite sure can sing and I sure can dance!

(Sing song) Jack Sprat… (she hums the rest and does a little bit more dancing)

Plus…! (in a tone implying a secret) An’ here’s the good part–: Kite and I are in love! That’s what Lenny says. That’s what Lenny’s tellin’ the press. That’s why we’re getting married. We're IN LOVE! (She hugs herself with delight. Then her face falls.) ‘Course Kite’s wife ain’t too pleased. (Beat.) And (very low) Celia cried when I told her.

(9)

So you see, that’s why I ran away from you tonight. See, married ladies get the world at their feet…so I gotta do this right. I can’t see you this week or next week or the week after. From now on I’m a virgin. (Panicked look) But don’t you worry! You’re still my man! And as soon as I’m married I can see you again.

Just don’t tell Lenny I ran away, k? I told him I can’t see you no more, but he just laughed. Said: “the show must go on” and looked like he wanted to kick me.

Funny look for a man with no legs. Said I’m an ‘artiste’, so he don’t want no complaints from the customers. But I’ve thought about it and even ‘artistes’ should be virgins when they marry. So screw Lenny and his “show must go on!”

I’ve taken a bath and like it or not I ain’t gonna see you no more… You understand right? Right?

You mad? You’re real quiet.

Don’t be mad. “the show must go on.”

(10)

That’s what Lenny always says: “we’re in the biz, and the show must go on.”

Lenny may have no legs but his cock sure works. 50% hands, 50 % heads. Just what you need for the show biz and the love biz a.ha.ha. That’s what Lenny says.

What Lenny says must be true too, cuz does he ever got a lot of bucks and a lot of broads!

He’s the only other man to have poked me, you know? Just you and him. That’s it.

(Suddenly nervous)

He only done it once though - when Dalia had the stomach flu.

(11)

I once saw him and Lily going at it. O! You shoulda seen it! She’s lying on the table, legs over the edge, her sister Dalia -you know, her Siamese twin? -well, Dalia's lying stiff as a board beside Lily, stayin’ as far away as the join between them’ll let her. And Lenny’s holdin’ himself up by his hands, pumpin’ like an oil well. His face is red and his breath is HARSH and -push, push, PUSH- then he falls on her. Lily scoops him up so he don’t slip down ‘tween her thighs onto the floor. Lily says that when she grabs him like that it’s like the baby’s come early - cus he’s just about the right size.

Good story, huh? Up your alley? Not mad anymore?

Still not talking, huh? I don’t want you to be mad. You smiled when you caught me lookin' at you tonight. Smiled like you'd been waiting for me. You ambled over – kissin' me with your eyes – and asked if you could sit with me a while… I… I told you ya had to ask Lenny… an' when you got back…

…you looked so sad when I ran away tonight…dinna expect that…you looked just like Kite did when his baby died last year…

(12)

Dalia don’t want no baby - thinks the whole thing is sick. Says she’s already attached to enough bodies without another one swimming inside her or Lily. So Dalia won’t have nothin’ to do with Lenny an’ Lily. She just lies there beside them, rocking with their movements -eyes squeezed shut - she told me once that she always imagines herself on a boat - rocking on the great blue ocean - wind and sea - seagulls and salt - an organ grinder standing on a spit of sand jutting up from the jetty, grinding a tune that you’ve never heard - so magical and mystical that the Unicorns and Mermaids and Centaurs come out and dance.

Dalia loves Centaurs. Says that they’re half people half animal just like her an’ Lily.

She always talkin’ bout that man - the really wrinkly one with chin like a chicken? The guy who travels with Jocko’s show? Ha! Don’t we always have such laughs when Lenny’s and Jocko’s shows are both in town. You always dress up like Jocko’s strong man - what a scream! Or every once in a while you come lookin’ like Jocko’s kid - all scrawny and monkey like - but with the best jokes.

You never come lookin’ like Dalia’s wrinkly old man though. Don’t know what makes you choose what…you certainly have come lookin’ meaner them him!

Even though I tell ya it ain’t my favorite way… no you’ve done worse then him..

After all, the wrinkly man's always real smart. But he stinks: never changes his clothes but says it’s worth it cuz his whole trunk can be filled with books.

He gave Dalia one of his books 'cuz she loves centaurs so much. See, Dalia an’ Lily were sitting with that old man one day and Dalia told him all about how she dreams of meeting a half-man half-horse. Lily snorted and Dalia tossed her head and said: “that horse snort just proved my point”. The old man laughed and that’s when he gave Dalia one of his books.

(13)

I only know cuz I found it the morning I woke up in Dalia an’ Lily’s bed!

It was after the night where Lenny gave me two big bottles of gin to myself and all those gentlemen sat around yelling and groaning and passing money around each time I filled up my mug. Remember it was the night you didn’t come - ‘less you dressed up like I’ve never seen you before and hid amongst the men, doing that watchin' thing you say you sometimes like to do. Well, I fell asleep and Lenny wanted to use the stage, so he got five Razorbacks to carry me to bed, but they wuz lazy so they only got me as far as Lily and Dalia’s bed.

When I woke up I found the book in the sheets.

(14)

Moment of savoring the memory then switches to complete fear.

I can’t tell you this…. (To herself) I still hopin’ Ma and the Man Upstairs don’t never find out… but maybe if I tell ya…!

(Whispers) Look I gotta secret I can share - so you really believe me that you’re my man! Will that put you in your good mood - let you keep your kind eyes?

See, when I was little, Ma taught me how to …read. She wanted me to read the holy book see… an' I wuz real good too. I could read anything an’ everything we could find…I could even read things she couldn’t! Then, just a week after I turned eleven, the man with the pork pie hat came to our house. Ma took him into the parlour, an' when she came out she was all pink and twirly. She sat me down on the biggest wooden chair in the kitchen an' her eyes got real hard and then she started saying what a lucky girl I was. Saying that the man had heard of my…dancin’ and that I got to go with him so I could dance every day for people.

But then she said that I had to make a big promise or I couldn’t go…and if I didn't go she’d hate me. She said I had to promise that I'd never ever read again! She said I could never ever read again! An' that I was to look away fast if I ever saw writin’ anywhere! She said that if I ever read another word or let anyone know I used to read she’d wollop me with Pa’s belt. An’ if she wasn’t there, the man in the pork pie hat would wollop me. An' if he wasn’t there, the Man Upstairs would make sure I was punished real good.

So, I promised… went with the man in the pork pie hat…and since then I haven’t read a word….

…until I found that book in Dalia’s and Lily’s sheets. At first I was scared…but then I thought…

“Well, Dalia and Lily ain't here, an’ there ain’t even an upstairs in this tent, so how could there be a Man Up There?”, so I figured it was safe enough to…to…read…READ Dalia’s biggest treasure. Story after story of Centaurs and Unicorns and Gorgons…

(15)

She mimes opening a book and gets lost in it.

Sound of Chimes. Sound of Ocean Rollers come in low. She begins to speak very quietly. Sanely.

Once there was a very small island in the middle of a very warm sea. This island was ruled by a young King who was very proud of his people. He was so proud that he would never let a man or a woman who was not born on the island marry any of his subjects. This made the people very proud; so they held all the weddings of the year on a special day in the summer. It was the most beautiful celebration you have ever seen - such a feast - everyone danced and sang - so beautiful with chains of flowers looped around their necks. Soon, they believed that they had the most beautiful weddings - even lovelier than those of the gods.

The gods did not agree and, in particular, Aphrodite became very angry and cursed the island people. Their children began to be born weak and stupid and sick. The king was now a very old man - and he wept to see his people suffering.

He climbed to the top of the cliffs which looked out over the sea and cried out to the goddess “what can I do to save the children of my people? I will do anything.” Aphrodite saw kindness in his eyes and honesty in his heart and took pity on him. ”Build a harbour. Ships will dock in your port each summer carrying my sailors. Welcome them to your shores. And each year before the wedding day send all the maidens about to be married down to the shore to feast, and dance, and lie with my sailors in honour of me.

The next day, wash the brides in the sea and I will give them back their virginity. If you do this, all your people’s children will be blessed - especially those who are born nine months after the maiden's wedding day.” The king was filled with joy. “I will build you a harbour - I will welcome your sailors - and each year I will send our maidens down to the shore.” And the King did as he said he would, and the maidens swelled and laboured and brought forth the loveliest, the most perfect, children in the world…….

(16)

Sound of ocean rollers up, the down and fade. Chimes sound.

The Fat Lady starts out of her storytelling stillness, and closes the book.

Dalia hit me when she caught me with her book. Thought she’d go off looking for a belt next… But then she realized that I wuz READING it and she got all nice! She patted my hand and begged me to whisper her the stories. Whisper to her, so that “her beast” -y’know Lily- wouldn't hear. So I did. I whispered her the whole story about the Centaur.

(17)

I forgot how much a body can love a story…I never shared a story with nobody but Ma before… An' want to know somethin’? I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout how nice it would be to share a story with you… Ever since I saw you tonight - doesn’t happen often that I see you first does it? You were just sitting there talkin’ to the childrens - and even though you looked like I’ve never seen, I knew it was you - whittlin’ an’ whistlin’- …yeah I just wanta share a story with you… does that make me bad? (Whisper) maybe Ma was lyin’ 'bout the Man Upstairs?

After all, I’m still dancin’ and nothin bad’s happened to Dalia. She’s still talkin’ bout her centaur and how we’ve only heard of one centaur trawlin’ the circuits.

We’re hoping our shows cross paths soon, so that - as Dalia says- Lily can screw her eyes up tight and think of the ocean. (Laughs with a snort of disbelief.) My job is gonna be to sit on Lily - cuz Dalia swears that her beast ain’t gonna touch her man. An' now, whenever Lily's bragging that she always gets the men - cus she’s the be-u-ti-ful one, Dalia just winks at me and points 'tween the legs of one of the show’s ponies. (Giggles)

Sometimes we sure have fun when you wear your big one, huh?

Though sometimes I sure like your clever little one too…

(18)

She giggles madly then stops abruptly -

the next part starts with a trance like tone.

You still there? You still there behind the door? There’s one more thing I gotta tell you. Something real strange happened tonight. (Beat) George was sober. No kidding! That's the third time he's been sober this week. It’s hard to watch cuz he starts to shake and scratches at the skin around his mouth. Like he’s really really the Rabbit Boy. It’s funny, he’s always liquored up during the show - lookin’ so un-rabbit-like - just a small man with split lip and a furry face. His day to day plastered to him like wet fur - wife, kids, laundry, dinner, too long train rides from town to town…y’know the biz. It’s when he’s sober that people would love to see him.

Then, his eyes start to roll around in his head - like he’s terrified and he talks - yeah I know! George talking?!? But it’s like his tongue gets unhinged when it gets dry and just claques on and on. Blasphemy falls from his lips and his big ears seem to grow before MY eyes with every role of HIS. And he just talks and talks…

(19)

Weird things, ‘perposterous’ things. Like…like…

He says there ain’t nothing special ‘bout Celia. That she ain't no freak and that Lenny don’t have no business showing her off. (Low) An' that there ain't nothing wrong with her lovin' me…

He says that Lenny thought of Lily when he poked me. An' that Dalia ain’t ever going to meet no centaur. Cuz there ain’t no such thing…

An' he says that the Biz is a crime.

He says that some day a flickerin’ black box will be built and it will be more of a crime. Some box thing that will make the rubes shun the carnivals, ten-in-ones, and dime museums, the bear baiting and cock fights, the trained tigers and punk shows with their pickled babies. Some box thing that’ll make knives that oughta be thrown and swallowed and juggled - make knives cut into women’s flesh…an' make men into careless killers or foolish fathers…

Some Box thing that reflects the world like the mirrors in Monty’s tent. That’ll take away our show - and I won’t get to dance no more..

He says that the folks don’t care about my soft shoe.

He says that I don’t love Kite! He says that you don’t love me!

He says that THERE IS NO YOU!

(20)

In a frightened voice.

NO YOU? Perposterous! SURE there’s you. You’ve come almost every night for the last two years. Come to the second show. Saving me from havin’ to be with a different man every night. (Shivers) Saving me from all those different men. I did not imagine that. I did not imagine it. You may not have always been in the happiest mood, but you always came…came to me…came to me after what must have been hours of dressin’ up in Clown Alley….getting ready for our night.

Puttin' grease paint to change your face, changin' your wig, choosin' your arms, your legs, your chest, your cock. Changing the colour and the mood of your eyes. Green, yella, brown, blue. Mean, lusty, dazed…kind. Every night. Just for me. All for me.

Doing such a good job that you’ve fooled everyone else into believing that you’re actually a different person every night.

Nervous laughter dies to fear.

(Shyly.) Y’know, sometimes I’ve wanted to ask you to leave off your disguise, show me the real you. But…but I haven’t. ‘Been nervous…cus you’re always so touchy when I bring up the night before. What are you trying to hide? What are you trying to forget? Don’t you know that I will love ya no matter how you look.

That I love you. (Moment) Love you? Love YOU.

Maybe it’s those kind eyes tonight. And your listening…that make me want to kiss and kiss you, take away the sadness pooled in those eyes. Tonight I want to see who you really are. Tonight. Right now…I’m…I’m…I’m asking you to show me yourself. Tellin' you, you can stay as you are forever. We’ll meet my friends. And we can go and do whatever, wherever you want. Together. K? I won’t marry that skeleton man - I’ll stay with MY ‘sailor’ - and every single night we can find the beach and honour Aphrodite. An' if Lenny don’t like it we’ll run –no! - we'll SAIL away.

(21)

She straightens her dress.

I’m coming out now. No more running away from you. Are you ready? We’ll

be perfect together. Our babies will be the loveliest in the world.

We’ll be happy ever after.

Forever and a day.

‘Till time stops and the ship docks and the tent is put away.

She stands and waits by the canvas flap. Breath is held.

Will she be saved? Will she save him?

She unties the flap. She peeks through.

Sees her love. Relaxes and smiles.

Music comes up. It is the kindest (but still rough) male voice you’ve ever heard, singing a verse of the Razorback’s song.

Man: (SINGING)

Snuck on board in the belly of the ship

Were the fat, the ugly, and the disfigured

The magical, the mythical, and misunderstood

All because of a single love

She turns back to the audience, does a little soft shoe, then when the song is ended, bows, turns and exits through the flap.

In the darkness of the circus ship

The Stowaway loved her Razorback man.

Aphrodite smiled, as a new life began

Ensuring their Everafter.

Sound of a train whistle fading.

Sound of ocean rollers on the beach.

#my art #my theatre #sideshow #from almost 20 years ago #aphrodite's turn

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Odin ᚨ

Hello and I'm back with a very positive update. Im very new to Norse god/goddess devotion so I'm still doing the proper research needed. But for now, I have a pretty nice start for my altar! [Reminder!! All altars start small. I used to have Aphrodite’s Altar on an old TV table. I plan to upgrade as the years go on.]

Believe it or not, the first item I had that could be considered a part of his altar is my Norse Viking axe. I originally bought the axe because it combined my love for axes and Norse Vikings- but I also bought it for me and my fiancé’s wedding. Not fully considering this axe being related to Odin- this was the last item I set on the altar.

At the beginning of my altar, I set up this beautiful black and silver glass sundae cup to use as an offering bowl (Something similar to what I did for my Aphrodite altar). I still plan to use a drinking horn and wooden bowls for edible offerings, but I like to have a separate bowl for smaller offerings (some being runes that are associated with him). Not to mention my raven skull pendant wrapped around the base of the glass, giving more representation and “pizazz” to his altar.

I already owned the two beautiful crystal points that are pictured (Clear quartz + Amethyst), but I figured having those crystals on his altar would be better in the end. I found that Amethyst has been great for strengthening your intuition and giving you better insight. Since Odin is known for his wisdom and insight, the crystals matched up perfectly. I plan to add beautiful stones I find on my nature walks to his altar, along with any petrified wood I can find.

I'm still looking into more items to add to his altar - like a beautiful wooden statue carved to look like him standing with his wolves and ravens - but for now, these items are perfect.

#odin's ravens #odin #all father #norse paganism #norse pagan witch #norse pagan #ecletic pagan #ecletic witch

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kurtty-drabbles · 5 years

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Eros and Psyche au

N/A: I can´t lie and say this idea never crossed my mind...it has but I never had the incentive to write until now. Also, I like Raven Darkholme as Aphrodite because...I have this HC where Aphrodite isn´t a white woman...she´s every woman. Black woman, Asian woman, latina woman, a trans woman. Any woman is valid here.

@sailorstar9 @djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

AoA Kurtty here.

Beauty is a trait many begs to receive. Wisdom, power and a good heart are secondary, you can read, you can train..but if you´re ugly then the world will have its door lock forever, look at Hephaestus, the poor God is talent but ugly as sin. Raven Darkholme does not have time for ugly.

Aphrodite, Mystique or Raven are names fitting for the deity that can be anything and anyone. Her beauty was sung with devotion until it was not and now...her temples are empty, no sweet aroma, no flowers, no sacrifices and Raven is left wondering what happened.

It can´t be a war, even in the deadliest war, people have time to worship Raven...why her temples are empty?

Raven Darkholme´s spies were sent to understand why her temples are empty, why no one is singing her name and why no one is wanting her blessing. For a moment, Raven was sure her Ex was involved in this plot, yet, her spies prove wrong, for a brief moment, Raven wishes her Ex- was involved in this.

“Repeat carefully what you just told me” Raven is rubbing her temples in her blue form and gazes at the spies “I sure must have heard wrong”

“No, my Goddess, the humans found a human so beautiful, in their words” the spies added carefully “that they believe she is superior to you”

Raven is not happy by this revelation in the slightest. Her face is hardly one to be mistaken by anything but pure fury “what´s her name?”

“Her name is….”

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“Katherine Anne Pryde” a male voice is shouting the name of the woman riding in the horse as his life depend on this scream. Both are in a race and Katherine is winning as the race effortless, it does provides some joy for the woman to know she's still a competent horse rider despite everything. “I won” Katherine with her short curly hair and doe eyes replied to the man, who is disappointed. To her relief the man leaves and goes the certainty that tomorrow more suitors will bang on her door.

“You save me from another one” Kitty said and give a sugar cube to the horse. She gently pets the horse named Lockheed, over the course of the end of Apocalypse´s rule, Kitty Pryde has to gain popularity in a way she never expected.

Kitty Pryde´s warrior name is Ariel and Queen Jean asked Kitty to help in the war, the exchange for such valuable help, Kitty has a nice home now and that should be enough, however, Kitty´s prowess on the battlefield make many Spartans and men look at her in approval. Once learning Kitty was never engaged to Piotr(and killing said man) her fame shines even against Mystique.

“You're the only male in my life who isn´t crazy! I don´t get, why they want to marry me? Why bestow me with this damn title of the beautiful woman ...if they only want to chains me to their will?” Kitty replied and Lockheed didn´t offer a word, only a nice touching on her head.

King Logan watches Kitty enters back to the limits of the city with a longing smile, Kitty Pryde is a woman that really pay attention to any men, Logan is married to Jean, but, Kitty Pryde is proving to be a true warrior...Could he make Kitty as his mistress?

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A queen must be a real warrior, yet, Jean Grey was not a warrior, per se, Logan married Jean out of whim and they fought against Apocalypse...eventually. Jean did call for help and right now, she wished she hasn´t. Logan is watching Kitty again and drooling at the sight of this woman, instead of the great Jean Grey, for a moment Jean thought in killing Kitty here and there and bath with her blood, yet, Jean saw this woman fight.

Blood and organs and bones being tossed and throw easily by Kitty´s hand as she was the one to kill Apocalypse while Jean just watches...Oh, she is done watching now. If she does not have the power, Jean will get the power to get rid of Ariel for good.

“Oh, Aphrodite, goddess of Beauty” Jean is praying on her temple, so long forgotten as the male audience are seeking Kitty, her husband is there lavish her with gifts that should belong with Jean, he is fucking her...Jean is sure. “Help me get rid of this parasite, she wants to ruin me, help me to take the life of Kitty Pryde”

“Ah, so, not everyone is in love with this little woman” Jean look up and saw Aphrodite in all her blue glory and feels blessed, Raven, for her part pretend to not notice Jean´s admiration gazes “I think we have a problem with Kitty Pryde and your husband is sure not minding the problem” a white lie can´t hurt anyone, well, not Raven. Jean is ready to collapse “ fret not, my loyal servant, I´ll take care of this, my son will give a faith worse than death to Kitty Pryde”

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Kurt Darkholme is not having an easier day, first off, his mother orders him to kill a woman for, in her inane words, being pretty than her and Kurt Darkholme is a good son, however, using his skills to kill a mere human because his mother does not like competition really sour his day.

Second, said the woman is not on an easy target as she is always moving and training with her sword or gauntlet.

Third, Kurt really thinks this is a stupid plan.

As he walks, invisible, along with Kitty, the man wonder why kill her, if mother is that upset, why not marry her with someone else? Killing someone for that reason feels wrong. As his muse goes on, Kitty stops her walk to see the King, well, the King is really blocking her way so she can only see him.

“King Logan” Kitty replied dryly showing her claws and Logan take that as an invitation. Kurt Darkholme knows a little about this man to not like him being this close of Kitty.

“Kitty, you can call me Logan” the woman is not inclined to attend this wish “and I see you win against another suitor” she remains silent and Logan smiles “and what a man has to do to have a woman like you?”

“Oh, if you want the details, first you need to drop dead, then you have to assume to be dickless and never again breath near me, that's very attractive qualities you can have” Kitty respond and Logan is a firm believer that No means Yes.

Logan is ready to grab and is ready to make his intention know “I can´t help thinking about you, you bewitch me, Kitty” Logan speaks with laced with lust. Kurt Darkholme is not impressed and has no problem in killing the king.

Of course, Darkholme didn't count the fact he's invisible and Kitty saw a man being impaled and is not taking this easier. Kurt Darkholme is trying to calm her down, but, the man is not really good to comforting anyone.

“Hey” his voice in the godly tone, something akin impossible to decipher “you're safe now, he can´t hurt you...go run” Darkholme speaks and Kitty looks around confused.

“WTF?” and Kitty leaves, not without adding this “whatever god you´re ...this is the worst way to comfort someone”

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Raven is not impressed that her son did fail on the task nor that he killed Logan, however, this can be used. She can blame Kitty for Logan´s death. A devious smile grows on her blue face.

“Son, your mistake really help your mother” Raven speaks fondly at her son who is sharpening his blades. “That woman will die by human´s hands...oh, this is much better”

Kurt stops sharpening his blades and is not paying attention to her mother blabbing about Kitty´s blood and how her temples will be full again. Kurt thought about that woman and as much killing is not a problem for him...that woman does not deserve to die.

Kurt Darkholme teleports and go to Destiny,who was waiting for him with a knowing smile, Kurt Darkholme is here to charge a favour.

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Jean Grey is happy and anger at the same time, a confliction caused by Kitty Pryde, her husband was murder by her, that's the only truth Jean can see. Kitty goes spreading lies as if Logan would rape her...that bitch, in Jean´s mind, seduce him and killed without remorse.

“It wasn´t me, it was one of the gods...I think, he never really give a name but he was following me around” Kitty explained “ he tried to rape me and if the deity or whatever didn´t kill him...I would have”

“PROVE ENOUGH” Jean scream like a loud banshee “you must be killed NOW” one of her advisers whisper in her ear and Jean is now confused, this exchange last for a few minutes until she speaks again “it seems the Gods didn't forget you” Jean gives a mockery smile “you´ll be sent to be devoured by a monster” her maniacal voice is back but the adviser whisper again “whatever, you won't return here ever again”

She looks and even her most annoying suitors did not dare to go against the queen. So, this wasn't her home after all.

“Ok, I´ll go right away” she thought in running away, even as the advisor explain she will relocate to another place, the oracle saw in her vision the will of the Gods and they want Kitty to move, well, the Gods are very petty.

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Kurt Darkholme has no idea why he did that, how many creatures, humans and deity he has killed? Why Kitty Pryde is any different? His sister often say his emotion are so repressed he couldn´t understand himself not even if he tries hard enough.

Well, in that case, I´ll have to understand her.

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Kitty arrives to the new location and Jean is seething, her new house is far superior than Jean. Aside from fucking her husband (Kitty swear by the Gods on the Apocalypse´s grave that she never even remotely like the man) she will live like a queen, no, a better queen than Jean…

Kitty for her part is not sure of what to say, a nice place can still be a prison, in the past she thought she had found a home, now, she knows better, this is just a golden cage.

“Good luck, Miss Pryde, the Gods look at you with mercy” one of the priestess speak and Kitty didn´t resist to show her middle finger to the sky.

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Kurt Darkholme decides to be invisible for reason he is not quitting getting, maybe, seeing a blue, furry deity with scarlet eyes and thirsty for blood won't be good to the woman's mind. Or maybe...he's really shy.

The only people he talks are his family or maybe his henchmen, the man did not venture in the romantic path, let alone social, since the incident.

“I´m just protecting her until mother finds another human to torment” Kurt Darkholme explain to himself for the fifth time.

As the woman ventures in the house fearless(or doing a great job in posing as one) Kurt goes to great her, well, that's the idea, unfortunately, as she can´t see him they stumble against each other.

“Oh, hello” Kitty speaks as the deity is still invisible “I was hoping to meet my warden, how are you?”

“I'm not your warden” Kurt defends himself feeling insulted clear he's not a warden, right?

“You killed the king and then let me get the blame” Kitty explained “and then Gods so happen to send me here for supposedly killing the king”

“Wait, they blame you? I killed him with my own sword”

“There´s a trial and everyone was pretty much against me...you could have dropped down and said hello, but, I think they would sentence me to death either way”

“Uhm” Kurt is holding his neck “I was in another trial in Olympus” and then adds “if it makes any difference a guy was sentenced to eat his own organs by Zeus”

“What a dick”

“Yeah, that's the general consensus”

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“Can I see your form?” Kitty asked one day as Kitty finishes her dinner, the deity does not eat human food, but, stay near to keep her company, sometimes he speaks about the work or he's just holding a fork to prove he's there.

“No”

“Why?”

“Because”

“Look, I really don't care for your looks, just the fact you can be less of a dick”

“Thank you, that's mean a lot to me”

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“You know, if we´re going to do this, then I prefer to be blindfold, otherwise, I couldn't take the make love with a god seriously”

“Well, here I was thinking I could show my true form, but, your idea is neat too”

“What?”

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Jean is seething and is talking with Aphrodite to understand how Kitty is living in such a luxurious place, it was said once that envy and anger are poor source of wisdom, as Jean forget Mystique is a Goddess and the woman demands to have Kitty´s blood.

Aphrodite takes orders from no one and soon this kingdom lost the queen too.

“But, where is …” she stops and realizes what happened “Oh, Kurt, really?!”

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Kurt Darkholme decides he can show his true form now, this relationship can´t be based on lies and Kurt, as far his shyness go, can´t hide himself. So, he reveal his blue form for Kitty trying not make this a big deal.

“The fur I knew, I felt” she explained looking into his eyes “ you know, I like your eyes, I always have the impression you would have pretty eyes”

“They are red as the blood”

“Ah, here is the edgy boy I know and love”

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Mystique can´t complain as her temples are full again, yet, her son is married with the woman who almost destroy her. Well, she supposed Kurt did better than Rogue(really, Rogue, Gambit?!) and at very least this woman is not ugly or dumb, yet, Raven makes no promise to be a doting mother to this woman.

“Irene, how could you do this?” Raven asks to lay down next to Irene.

“I saw your son take alike to her and quickly turn into love, that boy deserves to be happy and you tend to be too vingative sometimes”

“Just sometimes?”

“You´re right, Raven, my bad, you are vingative most of the time”

“That's better”

#Eros and psyche au #the writer may do a second version later because this idea is good #kurt darkholme #aoa!Kurtty #aoa kitty pryde #jean grey #logan #anti logan x jean #kurt D is a bit shy? why not #raven is aphrodite is perfect

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gogy-darling · 2 years

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☽ Fanfic Recs 5k-20k words ☾

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Accelerate by honkdaddy & isntitcrazy

Length: 15,317 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp | angst

“You did good.” Oh god his accent. “I don’t think I’ve seen you race that well before.”

Dream looked over to him, raising an eyebrow amidst his prideful grin. “You’ve come to my races before?”

Dream likes to race for the rush of adrenaline, and George looks so pretty when he waves the starting flags.

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contact by tangerinehoney

Length: 10,096 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: hybrid au | smut

“It’s just something George does,” answers the raven as if reading his mind, calmly bringing his other hand up to pet George’s hair. “It’s part of the hybrid thing.”

Dream tilts his head, confused. He searches George’s eyes with his own, but the brunet keeps his gaze down, picking at an invisible loose thread with shaky fingers.

“It’s called grooming, cats do it to each other all the time.”

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Cover Me In Debris, Except It’s Cover Me In Your Clothes by Xaccier

Length: 6,477 | Rating: Mature

Warning: Fluff

He’s a quiet shoulder to cry on in the middle of the night after a nightmare. He’s the other half of tangled legs in a shared bed. He’s the head tucked under Dream’s chin, the laughter bubbling through a dark apartment when the lights turn off. He is the light, Dream thinks.

Dream knows that George is amazing. He’s the perfect person, the perfect partner, the perfect friend.

But gods, he looks perfect too.

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five times dream catches george wearing his clothes and loves it

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Curiosity killed the cat by luckylikeyou

Length: 10,732 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: hybrid au | pwp

Dog hybrids have always been a little intriguing to cat hybrid George, certain attributes more interesting than others. He thinks their floppy ears are funny and is fascinated by the way their feet will twitch when you scratch them in just the right spot. Moving in with Dream has given him the ability to see these things firsthand, finding amusement in watching Dream chase his own tail when he’s bored, and how he sulks when George doesn’t pay attention to him. The more George learns about dog hybrids, the more he learns about the physical differences between them and cat hybrids. There’s just one specific trait in particular he wonders about.

Or Catboy George gains an obsession with knotting.

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Dear Dream by Qekyo

Length: 19,038 words | Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Warning: sad | angst

“I promise you. I promise I’ll come back.”

He promises, George thinks wistfully. He promises such a thing- to offer George with his word on something, to uphold it. It’s as if he’s saying that he’ll give the world to him, just for him. But somewhere is the lingering thought in George's mind is that he won't come back. That the cruel war that had riddled their land will take him too, and he will be left wonted and worry worn. George shivers at the thought.

“You promise?"

That you’ll come home to me?

And as if he heard those unspoken words. Dream beams at him.

“I promise. You won’t even notice that I was gone, my love.”

George releases a wet and broken laugh at the overly romantic pet name that he associates with his beloved. Dream does too before pulling him back into his embrace.

They stay there for a bit. The war can wait.

“I promise I’ll be waiting.”

(or, the war au with letters and oscar wilde quotes)

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Dionysus by orphan_account

Length: 7,173 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: greek god au | smut

“Do you trust me?”

George’s eyes are red wine and licorice. He smiles, and there’s a prophecy on his lips.

“No. Do you trust me?”

There’s silence, and the lovers have long since known their fate.

“No.” Dream whispers.

Kismet is sealed in tarnished royalty and Aphrodite bids them farewell, a night of what could have been is theirs to hold onto until dawn rises.

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drista’s brother and his homosexual tendencies by vividotti

Length: 6,661 | Rating: General Audience

Warning: Drista’s limited third-person pov | fluff

"And you're sure you're not dating yet?"

"Hehe, um... no." He scratches his neck awkwardly.

"Is it lilac?"

Dream's quiet for a moment, smiling gently. "Yeah. It is."

or, the five times drista thought dream and george were in love and the one time her suspicions were confirmed.

alternative title: does dream is gay?

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fuck that noise (just focus on me) by niunepp

Length: 6,672 | Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Warning: fluff and humor

“Listen to me. We’ve been friends for like what, six months? I think I have the right to know.”

Dream sips on his coffee, “I’m not telling you, Sapnap.”

or,

that fic in which Dream is married, and no one knows to who. Add a few nosy students plus some overly meddlesome friends, and now Dream has to fend them off to keep his relationship a secret.

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go live by lucklikeyou

Length: 6,628 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: camboy au | smut

Camboy George asks his famous Youtuber boyfriend Dream to join him on one of his streams.

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Good Vibrations by Anonymous

Length: 5,598 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp

"C'mon, you can tell me, you know that."

George bites his lip. "I want - I wanna feel you." He looks down at the floor. "Um, inside me. Specifically in my mouth, at least this time, it's - my thing is, like...the, uh, feeling of it t-twitching in me."

Dream looks at him with a smile, running a hand through George's hair, leaning in closer to him. "So why'd you ask for a video rather than asking to suck me off? Would've let you, you know that."

George keeps his eyes on the floor as Dream speaks, but Dream doesn't seem to like that. He gently grabs George's chin, forcing eye contact, thumbing gently at his cheekbone.

George can't look away, and it isn't because of the hand holding his head in place.

"I - I wanted to watch, just to - to see if you -"

"To see if I was good enough?"

"Yeah."

"And was I?"

George lets out a shaky breath. "...Yeah."

or, george likes the feeling of dick twitching inside of him.

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Green and Gold Letterman by hydralilies

Length: 9,199 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp | bdsm

Dream let loose an exaggerated, annoyed groan. “You’re so - so vulgar, George.”

And yet, he liked it. Liked the way George was so blunt and forward with his words, firm and straight to the point, preferring to skip the filler and instead focus on the quickest route to achieve what he wanted. It was admirable, in certain situations, but for the moment, Dream wanted to be romantic, if just for a little while.

A sharp tug to his belt loops pulled him back into reality, more importantly, back to the man looking so prettily up at him from his knees.

“You like it.” He did. “Come on, pretty boy. Lay down for me.” George all but cooed, a filthy smirk coating his lips. Dream wanted to taste it.

George basically misses Dream and wears his letterman jacket.

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Guts and Glory by isntitcrazy

Length: 8,369 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: vampire au | mild blood | smut

“What’s with all the mirrors?” he asks, breathless, but his eyes still betray him in a curious watch of his lonesome reflection.

“Oh, Georgie,” Dream teases, timbre low and rumbling in the center of his chest. Curling fingertips around the brunet’s chin, he tips his gaze sideways, dark eyes re-meeting themselves as if they never left. “I want you to look at yourself.”

George gets fucked in front of a mirror, but all he can see is himself.

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Happy Birthday by MilkWasTaken

Length: 7,372 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp

It’s Dream’s birthday!

And George has a special surprise for him.

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Hell’s Angel by Grimkink69

Length: 7,100 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: angel & devil au | pwp

George is an angel cast from Heaven, but instead of letting him die like the others, Dream, the Devil himself keeps him. Something about this Angel, he couldn't give up.

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He’s half my soul, as the poets say by Qekyo

Length: 9,743 | Rating: Not Rated

Warning: The Song of Achilles inspired | Angst | Soulmate Au

Day 4: Soulmates

George and Dream are soulmates, supposedly-- reborn to see if they'll find each other again, and again, and again.

(or the soulmate au that hurts, a homage to TSOA)

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Hot Idiots by Harper44

Length: 8,475 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: friends to lovers | sex tape | smut

Two best friends and roommates realize they aren't going to make rent this month. They either need to make some money fast or beg their landlord for an extension, and no one likes speaking to their landlord, so what can they possibly do? How about they make a sex tape (even though they definitely aren't attracted to each other) and then pretend like it never happened?

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I can feel the weight of your heart by haywale

Length: 7,947 words | Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Warning: sad | angst

Dream and George are in love. At least, Dream hopes that they still are.

Dream fears not being wanted any more; He needs open affection and reminders of love to not feel inadequate.

George dislikes making himself overly vulnerable, but he can do it for Dream. The issue is that he needs to know what's required of him in order to give it in the first place.

When their desires inevitably clash, they have to rethink what they're willing to change about themselves for each other.

Because at some point, it stops working.

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In Every Universe (Unconditionally Yours) by giulscio

Length: 13,769 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: fluff | soft smut

Thinking about future has always been scary for George, with Dream it is a little less so.

He can imagine himself being with him for the rest of his life, and it should be frightening, but it feels like the most reassuring thought. Now that he’s learned that happiness feels like a pretty blond guy he still calls with his cute internet name, he never wants to let go.

George and Dream are very in love.

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It’s just a prank, Sapnap by MilkWasTaken

Length: 6,691 words | Rating: Explicit

Dream and George decide to prank Sapnap into thinking they’re having sex in the room next to him.

It.. backfires.

Series: DNF Prank Sapnap !

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My Once far Away Lover by Xaccier

Length: 5,609 | Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Warning: Friends to Lover | Fluff

He reaches a hand out. It hovers over George’s face, shadowing his lips and nose.

“Goodnight,” Dream says softly, brushing his fingers across George’s forehead. His hair is pushed up, out of his eyes. Even when Dream knows that they’ve wasted their first day together, he can’t be mad. Even when George slept through the car ride home instead of admiring Orlando for the first time ever the way Dream expected him to, he can’t be mad. Even when Dream knows he’ll be sleeping on the couch tonight, he can’t be mad. Not when George looks like this. Not when George is George. “Sleep well.

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the self-indulged 'dream and george share a bed' fic

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My princess, please (you know it’s all i wanna do) by timelimez

Length: 6,541 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp/bdsm

All things considered, the words shouldn’t have surprised George—most of the time in bed, he preferred to lay back, leaving his boyfriend to do most of the work. It was something they both enjoyed, and sure, they switched it up sometimes, but more often than not, that was how it was. He supposed he was kind of a pillow princess.

The words weren’t just surprising, though. No, they were arousing. Dream was good at dirty talk, George knew that, but something about the idea of being Dream’s princess, not prince, was ridiculously fucking hot. It wasn’t a gender thing, George was confident in his gender identity, but he liked being pretty. Delicate, even. A princess.

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My Sun, My Moon, My Star by tbhyourelame

Length: 6,732 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning:🔒 | smut

Dream is an immortal being who got trapped in a well for a hundred years. George is from an alternate reality and is just confused by this one. Ever since George pulled Dream from the mossy cavern, they've been building a slow love that refuses to fade, despite the unfairness of fate and time.

Or, George throws his immortal partner a birthday party.

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our state of being by niunepp

Length: 15,664 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: angst | smut

“Pay for—oh god—you could pay for my master’s? Keep going, please, I’m so close.”

It’s a joke. He can tell it’s a joke from the huff of laughter that punctuates George’s words. He can tell from the way George moves on immediately, paying no mind to his quip in favour of the pleasure running up his legs in little sparks of electricity.

There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for him.

“I’ll do it,” he blurts. “I’ll pay for whatever you want me to.”

or,

Dream accidentally becomes George's sugar daddy, and falls in love.

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Perfection by Nymphiou

Length: 14,291 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut | erotic poetry?

"It always ended in a different way when the eyes of one met the other. Lips painted purple by so many fiery yet heartbreaking kisses, red marks that turned purple and green on each other's neck, cervicals and sternums, hair still in a tangle as if a tornado had passed over them, breath still slightly ragged and pupils blurred even after hours and hours after their bodies had connected once again in a temptation that was now forbidden to them.''

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Or : Dream was looking for inspiration and found it by fantasizing a little too much with George and his persona on Twitter.

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Pretty Pink by zonegoose

Length: 7,126 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp

Dream becomes obsessed with George's mouth, when he really, really shouldn't.

The dono read: hey gogy is it true that the head of a dude’s d*ck is the same color as his lips?

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Red Glory by tbhyourelame

Length: 6,302 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp | uni au

Dream really, really hates when anyone else wears his letterman. Yet when the boy he flirts with between cheap booze and loud music looks cold enough on his walk home to slug it over his shoulders, cold enough to be kissed, even—he can't help himself.

He looks better than all the sweet-tongued, blonde girls who try to saunter off with it after games. The maroon fabric brings out the subtle pink in his lips and high cheekbones. His hands disappear beneath the striped cuffs.

Dream’s heart thumps erratically at the sight of George in his clothes, in his letterman—unlocking something deep in him with a gentle click.

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Right On the Nose by CursedCloud9

Length: 12,985 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: hybrid au | smut

All Dream wants is to please George and make him happy enough to give him a little nip on his nose, but when that doesn't happen, what lengths will the green eyed hound go to to get that slice of Heaven back?

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romance is boring by DNFANTI

Length: 5,062 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: fluff | soft smut

George has bad experiences with hookups. Dream shows him what it’s like to be cared for.

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Silk n’ Satin by fallincense

Length: 17,391 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut | camboy au

Alas, in a cold night of December with fingers clammy on his keyboard, Dream’s met with the very face of his best friend dressed in thigh-highs and an oversized tee all for the viewing pleasure of lonely, lonely men spending their Thursday evening on a camboy site.

alternatively, gnf is a camboy and dream is. not coping so well

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Stay with Me Tonight, Tomorrow, and Forever by hydralilies

Length: 8,100 words | Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Warning: fluff

It's getting difficult to pass it off as jetlag, when George stays practically shut away in his room for nearly three days. All the while, he's avoided Dream and Sapnap like the plague, despite their long-awaited union finally coming to fruition.

And all Dream wants to do, aches to do, is pull George into his arms, to hold him, to remind himself that he's here. He’s not across the ocean anymore. He’s here.

But, somehow, there’s still distance between them.

And it hurts. God, it hurts.

Or, George arrives in America, but he neglects to tell his friends a crucial piece of information. Cuddles and nighttime talks occur.

Series: Narcolepsy In Nirvana

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take my heat (and my heart) by collapsody

Length: 6,184 | Rating: Teen And Up Audience

Warning: hybrid au | fluff

“‘N more hoodies,” George answers with a frown, nuzzling deeper into the pulse of his neck and whimpering when it beats against the curl of his nose.

“Oh love,” Dream sighs unexpectedly, pulling away and eliciting a high whine from George at the missing comfort. Dream doesn’t pull away far, not far enough for his body heat to escape their proximity, but it’s not as warm as before, and that’s enough for George to complain.

But then Dream reaches around himself and tugs at his own hoodie, slowly starting to pull it up. George is quick to protest with a frown. “But you’ll-”

“Shhh,” Dream coos quietly into his temple, kissing it before continuing softly, “let me take care of you.”

George is having a bad morning, but thankfully, Dream is there to warm him up.

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the fields of athenry by vividoddity

Length: 14,924 | Rating: Mature

Warning: royalty au | fluff | angst | smut

“George,” Dream whispers with the reverence one would carry a sonnet, the informal name tumbling out of his chest and into the tender night air. (Which encompassed the two like a satin blanket, the zephyr barely registering in their love hazed minds.)

George thinks he could kiss him.

Maybe because he’s weak. Because he’s spent his whole life rejecting any suitor his father sent his way. Because he can’t imagine his life without his knight, his Dream by his side.

Maybe because this night; this moment, has been long overdue.

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a collection of oneshots that are centered around a royalty au. everything can be read as a stand alone.

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This is a Drista Moment, let’s just accept it by Qekyo

Length: 8,850 | Rating: Not Rated

Warning: Drista’s limited third-person pov | Fluff

"so," Drista starts, flicking past the posts on her phone with feigned interest, a small smile tugging on her lips. "Who's the British guy?"

Clay scoffs lightly, configuring the wires of his setup. "Which one? I have quite a handful of British friends."

Drista groans, dangling her legs from the kitchen counter, "the cute one."

Clay glances at her, a quizzical look on his face. "You mean George?"

The smile on the younger girl's face turns into a sinister, coy grin, as she says with a teasing lilt. "Oh, so you think he's cute?"

(or, some moments of Drista and Dream, and how they both view love.)

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Try Me by hydralilies

Length: 17,396 words | Rating: Explicit

Warning: pwp

“How am I the idiot here?” Cockiness laced each syllable, and George felt something carnal churn in his chest. “I have proof. You, on the other hand, have literally nothing.”

George felt his lips open before he could clamp them shut. “How do I know you’re not lying?”

He regretted the words immediately. They’d slipped out. An accident.

Dream was less the wiser, and humor continued to drive his words. “Oh please, George. What, you don’t believe me?”

Or, George doesn't believe Dream's packing. So, he decides to prove it to him.

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We were no born in sin by spearmiintt

Length: 15,336 words | Rating: Explicit

In which a cottage on the lake teaches two boys what love really means.

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where do you want to be in five years by alsoalison

Length: 9,993 | Rating: Explicit

Warning: time travel au | threesome M/M/M | smut

I wish I could see where I’d be at that point. Like, I wish I could see what my life looks like five years from now.

George wakes up five years in the future. He has a threesome with Dream and… himself.

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You’ve got me nervous to move (so i just won’t give anything to you) by nonfng

Length: 8,281 words | Rating: Mature

Warning: fluff | soft smut

He watches the way George’s eyelashes flutter at the contact, watches the way his hair falls in front of his eyes, hooded and cast towards Dream. Chest heaving and lips kissed red.

George’s left hand lightly touches his knee, and he’s reminded for a moment of George’s soft touches before this all happened.

He can’t go back to that again. Can’t even fathom only having George touch him like a friend when he’s capable of so much more.

(Or, Dream finds out the hard way that George is a lot more touchy than he expected. Feelings arise!)

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Breathless Whispers - Shu

My new series. Will take a while to complete (don’t mind the fact I am STILL working on the Easter Smut series). It’s based off an ask I got and is very sinful and I implore everyone who is triggered by the following to NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES. The tags will vary from each entry but “Breathless Whispers” is a SAKAMAKI BROTHERS X STEPMOTHER! READER Smut series. As such Cheating/Adultery and pseudo-incest/stepcest are always going to be included in the chapters.

Tags for this chapter: Stepcest/pseudo-incest, cheating, NTR (Netorare) ((Karlheinz gets cucked)), dub-con (the reader believes she has feelings for Shu), dubiously-consensual implied impregnation, mentions of pregnancy, blood, and my out-of-practice smut writing skills that border on cringe, Happy sex (?)

This is as vanilla as it’s gonna get for this series, methinks. Next chapter it’s Reiji’s turn. ;) Happy sinning ❤

WORD COUNT: 5.8K (11 pages)

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In his life, Shu learnt to try to ignore meaningless things around him and to feel as precious little as possible - he didn’t need to feel, it added no enhancement to his life. To love was to have weakness and those he loved and cared for often ended tragically.

It was only natural that he chose to stick to himself and become a solitary creature after all that he’s been through, was it not? Solitude meant safety. Slowly but surely Shu cut as many emotions away with a metaphorical knife as he could, opting instead to be careless regarding all matters. He didn’t need anyone else, just himself. Only himself.

But there was one emotion that refused to leave, one emotion he would never allow the chance to withdraw from his heart - hatred. Pure, unadulterated loathing towards the man who caused his, his brothers’ and their mothers’ tragedies - Karlheinz. The hatred he felt was coated by a layer of would-be indifference - he knew better than to challenge the man, at least for the meanwhile - memories from the North Pole haunted him still. His father was a cruel, demanding man and Shu felt abhorrence, perhaps it did not reach the hatred felt by some other brothers but it was there and undying.

Karlheinz’s largest sin of all was the pain he caused his mother - the burdens he put onto him were a close second, however. But Beatrix’s suffering still wounded Shu to think about even after so many years had passed. The guilt instilled in him from that time flowed through his veins, unrelenting. His mother had her streaks of emotionally tormenting him but after all she merely wanted to prepare him for a difficult life ahead and Shu missed her presence as demanding as it was. And that was why when his father chose to re-marry yet again, Shu felt nothing but slight pity for the bride but regardless, he felt towards her as he did with most things; wholly indifferent. That was, of course, until he got to know the woman - he recalled the wedding day, it was a boring event and the fact his appearance had to be publicly seen bothered him for he’d much rather be doing anything but - still, he did as told and attended, albeit with minimal effort.

You made for a blushing bride, he couldn’t deny that. Glamorous appearance was hardly something he heeded though, and his father was known for choosing beautiful women as his wives - you knew nothing of the terrible fate that was bound to befall you in the coming months or years. At least all the other wives were long dead, namely Cordelia (whose torments only fed into the neglect his father served his mother, furthering her agonies) so you’d have no other competitors for Karlheinz’s horrid affections. He felt nothing for you, then. But unbeknownst to him, that detachment would not last forever and soon thereafter Karlheinz sent his bride away to live with his sons: what drove his father to such a foolish decision baffled Shu and he felt it somewhat of a ploy, another experiment to conduct. Maybe it was, but then again it only wasted time and energy to speculate on what went through Karlheinz’s mind. But you were their new stepmother, not one of their sacrificial brides; that was made clear, if unspoken. You were not their shared property but the property of the vampire king and it was to be respected, even if you had a puppet authority or no true power over them.

He avoided you at first, in his mind getting to know anyone was worthless; and yet you persisted under the guise of ‘getting to know’ him and the others, wanting a relationship with your new stepsons. None of them really wanted a relationship with you, except for perhaps Reiji who hoped that you’d speak well of him to his father, ever-the-suckup.

You were a vampire of course, although it was surprising to learn that you were not a pureblood as they were. Karlheinz always made his decisions for a reason and he knew the reason for marrying you wasn’t love: therefore must’ve been something else entirely.

Karlheinz was incapable of love.

Gradually he found himself enjoying your attempted affections and voice - you figured out his disposition and chose to talk to him without expecting anything more than grunts and hums in return, knowing he preferred to listen to his music. Even he wasn’t sure at what point in your relationship he started to favour the sound of your melodious voice to his earphones, but it happened and he soon found himself turning down the volume as you spoke about your day if only to listen to your sweet voice far more vividly. He started to seek you out, something...unusual growing in his soul at the sight of you - he began appearing in places you were around the mansion, silently guarding you against the likes of the others (such as Laito). He liked being around you - a feeling he’d lost long ago ever since the “death” of Edgar - true companionship. But it couldn’t last perpetually, as nothing ever could, and those amicable feelings grew until they bloomed into something far darker than protectiveness towards his new stepmother and prospective friend - his heart yearned for you in the most unusual ways. It was troublesome for an overwhelming variety of reasons, primarily because he couldn’t have you. His romantic intentions soon turned to a subtle obsession. He needed to be close to you, always there - watching.

You’d always smile and greet him pleasantly, innocently - how on earth you could be so innocent after centuries’ worth of living on this earth, much less so after marrying Karlheinz, he had no clue. Your naivety and sweet nature brought him to you, made him fall into insanity because of you. It wasn’t instantaneous, things rarely were. Months went by but eventually he could no longer cope, his dreams were haunted by your form and always the exact same: you laid nude, breasts perfect and demure for him to corrupt, moaning out his name like the most delightful song from an ephemeral musical meant only for him. But when he awoke he was alone.

You tempted him without even knowing it but it was only a matter of time before it would come back to haunt you, he couldn’t be expected to have control over his instincts and needs forever and the time came when he finally snapped.

Stepmother or not, he was going to have you. In a way, it served as the most exquisite form of perceived vengeance towards that man - to steal his wife. He was hesitant about how to approach his desire to seduce you, such things were really more of Laito’s expertise, but he’d be damned if he failed to achieve his goals. You were too good for Karlheinz - a kindly thing to the point of intoxication and frustration, too pure for a vampire. He wanted to be the one to fully spoil your spirit, he wouldn’t permit his father to shatter your psyche as he did with all his previous wives. Shu was going to protect you, but in order to do that he first had to take you; claim you for himself. And that’s when he came across the most intriguing sight: your hushed moans of pleasure as your [slender/chubby/elegant] fingers stroked your glistening cunt in your private chambers - the same chambers which were supposed to be blessed in sacred matrimony if only his father hadn’t left you here all alone at the mercy of his ravenous sons. He must’ve assumed such a thing would happen sooner or later, hadn’t he? If not, then...well, Shu couldn’t help but think it his father’s loss from his own folly. “Shu.” Your angelic voice uttered his name - not his father’s, not your husband’s - but his. In your moment of unholy ecstasy, it was him on your mind; thoughts of him that edged you to your bliss. His obsessive passions were returned to him in kind, it seemed, and he couldn’t be more glad.

“Shu?” You questioned the following evening at dusk, that blossom-pink blush dusting your cheeks like an undead Aphrodite, tempting him further into his hidden lustful hunger, “Is...is everything okay? You’ve been staring at me all evening and I just wanted to ask if there’s something wrong-” He sighed, eyes half-lidded as if tired but it was his internal frustration revealed. “There is.” “Oh?” You pouted and fuck, he wanted to bruise your plump lips right there and then until they held his mark. “You really are more trouble than you’re worth,” It was a lie, of course, but he was a guarded man and his words reflected that. “Shu…? What do you mean?” The sadistic aspect of him was fuelled by the subtle distress in your eyes, however, you tried to remain calm, he’d said harsher things and you knew he scarcely ever meant them but something...something seemed so offbeat tonight. No, not just tonight - as of recently, but you couldn’t place a finger on the exact date when things began to change between you.

Your hands were down, pressed together as your thumbs nervously rubbed the other. You just wanted answers. “Heh,” He smirked, “You have no idea how alluring you are, do you?” His tired eyes stared earnestly into your soul and you felt stripped of your integrity. An innocent blush flooded your visage with lecherous embarrassment at such a sensual suggestion, sputtering out various syllables as you rushed to find your footing and speak out in protest of such an inappropriate topic between mother and son - that was what you were, related or not...you were his mother, even if merely by marriage. Guilt clogged your throat up as you thought of your own lust for your stepson, he was only slightly younger than you were and handsome beyond compare (as much as you loathed to admit it, your carnal self preferred Shu’s indescribable silent grace and steely blue eyes to the snowy tresses of his father) and disgust for yourself stung you deeper than a knife dipped in holy water - had he...witnessed your acts of depravity in your chambers? Did he know? “S-Shu, I...I don’t know what you mean,” You were drowning, unable to form proper words, “Don’t.” He cut you off before you could deny what you both knew at that moment. You weren’t as innocent and proper as you made yourself out to be. As you wished to be. No, you were a creature of tainted prurience and Shu was more than happy to play into your fantasies. You paled and nodded, if you were human your heart would’ve surely been palpitating by now. Fear wholly consumed you - would he be disgusted by you - no, he would’ve made that clear by now. Shu hid his thoughts and feelings from others but if he’d felt abhorrent disgust he wouldn’t have chosen to speak to you or indeed even be around you, you trusted that truth if nothing else. But then there was only one explanation for his demeanour, one that made you clench your thighs tight as you stood before him, a woman. He stood from his seat, no longer laying on the windowsill. “You’ve been a terrible wife,” Tears of crimson welled in your eyes while your knees felt weak but you nodded, ashamed. “Yes.” “And a filthy mother,” His harsh breath on your ear and neck made you whimper, “Y...yes,” You stuttered out with another whimpering moan, “Shu please don’t toy with me, I’m sorry I-” Without another sound escaping your painted lips you felt the amorous pressure of your stepson’s kiss, disclosing the intense emotions he returned for you. Your mind screamed at you for your sins and yet you were both inhuman creatures; Perpetuity of faithfulness was boresome and your husband had done little but ignore you and your hopes for a good life. Shu, however, had been there since the beginning of your marriage - even if you’d started out as nothing more than his father’s wife - now you were so much more, immensely more. Your knees buckled as you gave into the kiss, unable to avoid your feelings for him a second longer - you needed him just like this and he needed you too.

Human or not, the inherent wrongness burned your flesh and chest. You’d tried to be a good wife but your husband had practically abandoned you here with his sons bred for him by other women, he’d left you here and did little to even write to you. Loneliness was an obvious side-effect and it was only a matter of time before you would’ve fallen into another’s arms. But your debauchery brought you right into his son’s embrace. A terrible wife indeed.

Shu devoured your moans, swallowing your lust and increasing his own as his ample size grew in the confinements of his pants. “Fuck,” He huffed out as you pulled away from him, blinking. Your thighs burned with a need only he could satisfy. A shy hand wandered down his body towards his growing erection, stroking it from the fabric of his pants. Your efforts were rewarded by the sound of his deep groans. How long had it been since anyone touched you like this? Since you’d been able to make someone feel unutterable pleasure - since anyone made you feel wanted? You had slept with Karlheinz only a couple of times and he failed to sate your inner hunger as Shu was doing with only kisses and loving groans. “You’re playing with fire,” He breathed out, staring at you and sealing you in place. “I...know,” You swallowed thickly, “P-please, I...I need-” “What do you need, whore?” His teasing words of degradation made you feel alive, you were the object of his uttermost attention. His lips traced your neck, licking and gnawing but never piercing, fangs flying over the tender flesh. “You.” The certainty in your otherwise meek voice nearly made him burst right there. He was done restraining himself, pearly fangs sharper than needles pierced your neck as Shu drank the sweet nectar beneath. Your pleasured moans filled the hallways of the Sakamaki manor and he prayed his brothers could hear you wherever they were knowing that he won you. And he was going to keep you. You were going to no longer be just his stepmother - you would be his woman.

The blood, thick and plentiful, dripped down your neck. The droplets were not wasted as his tongue gathered them before they could drip onto the marble flooring. Shu was going to get addicted to this taste - your taste - he was sure of it. This was what you were made for; to belong to him. As he did this you toyed with his pants, unzipping them and releasing his erect cock from its prison, letting it spring free, wet with precum. “Oh fuck,” You whimpered at the sensation, pumping up and down his length. You wanted this, you wanted him so badly. You could feel yourself slowly dripping with clenched thighs. This was wrong - it was revolting - but you couldn’t stop the heat inside you, your inner desires. On your quest to befriend your sons you inadvertently ended up falling in love with one of them and never before had you longed to be held by someone as you did when you were with him.

You wanted to be his, no one else’s. But you couldn’t be, for you already were a taken woman; despite the truth, you wanted to succumb to your immorality; to pretend that, for tonight alone, you were his.

Once he pulled away from your neck Shu chuckled lowly, “You’re such a lewd slut, mother.” You cringed at the name, reminding yourself of the positions between you two and, for a short-lived second, you attempted to pull away except the moment you did he caged in on you, back shoved against the wall with burning eyes glaring at you. “But you’re going to be my slut from now on.” his breath hitched as your hand movements sped up, blushing crimson from your wicked sensuality. You were loving this, in all its sinfulness. “Y-Yes,” You choked out submissively as you brought him to his edge, creamy cum coating your hand and sinking into the fabric of your dress, physically tainting you. It drove you wild.

The sight of you in front of him, dress dripping with his cum made him hard almost instantly as he ordered you to strip for him after he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the empty music room - he didn’t want to be interrupted by any of his bothersome brothers.

“Strip for me.”

You nodded and bit down harshly on your lip, droplets of blood still flowing from your neck at the open puncture wound, staining the white semen-soaked fabric as you unzipped the back and slowly released your hold on it as it fell down your form until you were exposed in only your undergarments, intimate and raw. This was incredibly embarrassing and yet, for him...you didn’t mind humiliating yourself. You were convinced of it, now: you were in love with him. Soft hands twirled around to unclip your bra, feeling as though it wasn’t merely your body which you were exposing to him but your very being as your breasts bounced free from the cups’ confinements, bra forgotten as you threw it down onto the floor, not caring about anything else but him. ‘Don’t do this’, your sanity pleaded but whatever morality may have existed in the cage of your heart was extinguished with a single gaze into his yearning eyes. If you didn’t do this the lack of his touch on your skin would surely drive you insane. You just wanted to be loved, cherished and used.

You were married - and although that sentiment alone should have been enough to snap you out of this sexual haze you were trapped in, it did little to sway your lust-filled judgement. Swallowing nervously your fingers dipped below the strips of your panties, sliding down your silky thighs, pride consumed you as you watched his subtle but intense reactions, the way his thick member twitched in anticipation made you feel powerful for the first time in your life. You couldn’t wait to feel him inside you. “Come here,” He growled, making you squeal as you nodded like a good little whore and fell onto your knees, crawling over to him - you felt like putting on a show for him, filled with risque concupiscence. If your husband was to ever find out you feared the consequences and despite the dangers, it drove you further into the arms of his eldest son to consider how taboo, how wrong such a union was. There was something unspokenly intimate about this. An intimacy from which you never wished to awaken. As soon as you were at his feet you admired his cock, glistening from residue cum in the moonlight. “Oh God,” You were about to cross a border from which you could never return and it turned you on profoundly to think about how your relationship would develop from here. Opening your mouth, you took his length inside your warmth, (e/c) eyes staring up at him like a sweet gazelle, pumping your head up and down and twisting your tongue around him as you sucked his member with a fierce determination to please. He believed this was the closest to heaven he would ever be; you, his personal fallen angel at his feet, his cock in your mouth.

Shu thought you were perfect just like this; doing all the work as you fucked your mouth on his cock, giving him your all as he sat back, eyes fluttering shut to focus on the pleasure you were providing. You were so good for him, such a pretty girl. Such an ideal woman, his woman. Further lewd commentary fell from his lips as he prompted you on. He wanted you on your knees for him each night, and you would be. He would make sure that things would stay this way forever now he was so close to having you all to himself. Even if it meant having to fight against his father, even if it meant the most intensive of efforts and having to use all the energy he had stored in his muscles - though he’d never utter it aloud, for you he would do anything.

Even if the only way to keep you would be to commit patricide. You were worth it. Just before his release, he pulled your head back by gripping your hair forcefully causing a pained yell to escape from you, your voice full of physical anguish that set off a primal need within his chest. “That’s enough.” He then lifted your chin to look him in the eyes, “Ride me.” You gulped back the juices in your mouth and shakily stood as your thighs were flooded with slick. “Y-Yes I…” You blushed vehemently as you aligned yourself with his cock, sucking in a sharp hiss as you felt the heat of it against your burning cunt. “I want you to make me yours.” Instantly you sat down, thighs clenched as your walls adjusted to the intrusion, making you cry out in ecstasy. Did you seriously almost orgasm simply from having his length inside of you? You couldn’t be blamed - not when your husband had neglected you. But it was going to be all better now that Shu was here to help you. Just as a good stepson should. “Fuck,” He gasped out quietly, breath falling from his chest. You were so fucking tight he could’ve potentially fooled himself into believing you were still virginal. That was, of course, until he reminded himself that his father stole that honour for himself and elicited underlying rage in Shu. With the buck of his hips he drove himself inside you as you cried out his name, holding tightly onto him, arms tied around his neck as you rode him, clumsily moving your hips and revealing your sexual inexperience to him; the knowledge that his father didn’t seem to take any time cherishing your body like this, lewd and sinful, eased him somewhat because it meant he could be the one to make you completely lose your mind and become his perfect little whore.

Maybe he’d even make you his wife, along the way.

His arms held your waist and he lazily guided the movement of your hips. You were insatiable, rapid. He could tell you wanted to go faster but his strong hands consistently ceased your attempts - he was going to force you to take your time, to truly feel the way his cock filled your insides, to ensure your walls would take the shape of his dick.

He wanted you to know that he was superior to his father, that no one could ever please you better. He never felt so attached to anyone prior to you, you did something to him. Something dark. Enchanting. And he was never going to let you go after this. By giving your body to him, you have given yourself in your totality.

Even if you didn’t know it quite yet, or didn’t fully apprehend the consequences sex with him would bring.

Your whines became far more desperate with each blunt thrust. Slow, steady but forceful; Shu’s cock reached into the deepest parts of you, lovingly rubbing your cunt. It was indisputable that he was focused on your enjoyment as much as he was on his - it wasn’t anything like what sex with Karlheinz was like, he was self-gratifying and solely cared about his own high, Shu (much to your surprise) paid attention to your smallest reactions to ensure this was as great for you as it was for him. His fingers delved below and started to mercilessly torment your clit, electricity flying through your spine and cunt clenching as more love juices were produced, soaking his cock and helping to lubricate the thrusts.

He wanted to show you how mindblowing sex with him could be, to show you he could love you in ways no one else ever could. In the eyes of his brothers, especially in Reiji and Ayato’s point-of-view, he was the one who got everything; the golden, careless heir. But they did not and would never understand that he had everything he didn’t want. His entire life the things he truly yearned for were stolen from him, his happiness, his innocence, his friends and beloved companions of human and animal kind; destroyed, ruined, killed. It reared his indifference to the material goods he possessed for they held absolutely no value of their own. And now there was you. You, you, you. Sakamaki Shu knew that, without a single shred of disbelief, he would happily give up all of this if it meant he got to keep you. All the wealth and grandeur and power that his position brought was worthless in comparison to his beloved whore whimpering above him as she impaled herself on his cock.

“S-Shu,” You moaned out into his ear, “Fa...faster, please,” You choked back spit as you made feeble attempts to catch your breath, the intense friction between your joined bodies making it difficult to think. It wasn’t as rough or primal as you initially thought it would be like, it was...better than that, intimate. Was this what they mean when they say sex can be ‘making love’? This closeness between bodies as they become one, the heat and passion in the air and bouncing breasts and thighs clasped around one’s lover? It wasn’t fucking - it was so much more. A proclamation of love, even, though you could never dare and utter that belief out loud. His self-satisfied comments, “Hm,” He playfully paused completely, making your eyes widen as you stared at him with desperation for him to continue, to let you reach your climax. Your nails scratched his back like a needy brat as you cried out pleas, “Please - please Shu, I need you to keep going I-” You swallowed thickly, blinking wildly as your core ached without movement and he kept your hips down, unable to fuck yourself on his dick regardless of how hard you tried. “Say you love me.” “W-What?” You gasped out, sweaty and needy but with enough common sense to know that saying something like that to him - even if it was true - would seal a secret deal between lovers, it would open all the nightmares of your very own Pandora’s Box.

But you loved him - you did, somewhere along the way you became enamoured by your stepson and now he was inside of you, fucking you with a tenderness that made you sure that he must love you, too. “I…” You smiled weakly, genuinely. You pulled back ever-so-slightly, (e/c) eyes sinking into his. There was a vulnerability in his eyes that he was finally permitting you to see; he trusted you with his heart, you could see that now. Your hand stroked his cheek, his hard dick still throbbing inside of you (you knew he wanted to keep going but held himself back, resolved to get what he wanted out of you). He melted into the caress, your hands were soft as angel feathers. “I am in love with you, Sakamaki Shu.” Despite the arousal that filled your mind you earnestly tried to convey the true depth of your affections for him and it seemed to awaken the beast of passion as he soon started to bounce you up and down his thick, throbbing member at a speed only vampires could achieve, determined to claim your womb for his own.

It wasn’t hard to notice your maternal longings, your desire to baby the boys despite their inherent aggression towards you all but proved it. And if was a baby you wanted, well...who was he to deny you of that right? His hushed grunts only sent you further into ecstasy - You had the power of feminine sexuality over him and it gave you somewhat of a power rush. It was paradise - not worthless fucking like animals - but true divinity here in his arms, where you felt appreciated and loved and as though you finally had a raison d’etre - You wanted to be his so badly it caused you physical anguish but you were his if only for the moment, connected to him so snugly. “I love you,” You sobbed out as tears welled in your eyes from the intense satisfaction and your own emotions coming to the surface, “I love you, I love you,” Each word sent Shu into a brand new dimension of rapture. You loved him, you loved him - more than anyone else in this world. If binding your bodies together didn’t officially make you his your whimpering confessions just did. The urge to impregnate you with his seed only grew with every passing moment as you mechanically moved in perfect timing to his thrusts, nails once again clawing at his flesh. “That’s a-” He inhaled sharply, stopping mid-moan, “That’s a good girl,” He breathed heavily, you felt so perfect on his dick, his personal cockslut, the love of his life, stepmother and soon; the mother of his children. “F-Fuck you’re going to look...fucking amazing,” He sighed out as he felt your fluttering walls try their hardest to milk him, “When you’re swollen with my troublesome brats, heh…” He could only smugly smile at your immediate reaction to the statement being to clunch down on him, tightening as if your womb was begging him to cum inside, to fertilise your pussy and breed you over and over. “Pregnant?” You exhaled out, teary-eyed as you locked your eyes with him, fucked out to the high heavens with sweat causing your hair to stick to your reddened forehead and lipstick smudged with perky, puffed lips. “Yo-You want to get me pregnant…?” The timidity of your voice betrayed your excitement. Logically you wanted to escape, to push him away and scold him for even suggesting such a thing - you couldn’t become pregnant with his child! It was atrocious enough that you were currently having this affair with him, your stepson, but to be bred by him was in a category all of its own - truly disgusting.

No matter how much your husband neglected you he didn’t deserve to for his wife to not only cheat on him with his own son but to be inseminated by him - but the inner beast within you was wanton, a silent whisper in your mind that tried to persuade you to surrender fully to your hopes for motherhood, to allow this man in front of you, this beautiful vampiric prince, to fill you with his seed and claim you as his bitch, his bride; to be stolen from the man you originally wed and live your eternity as Shu’s whore. “I-...we can’t, Shu! We-” Morals renewed, you tried to get through to him, “Please-” “Shut up.” He ordered and you instantly did as told, being the good girl that you were. “Don’t lie to me. You’re loving the-” He moaned, “-idea of...of my children growing inside of you. I felt you tighten up at the notion, you’re such a fucking lewd woman. My lewd slut.” You hated yourself because you knew he was right; it was true. You wanted this so badly, to give birth to his kin, to feel your uterus painted white with his cum. Primal needs craved relief. “No, we...we can’t, I...don’t…” You choked on your words as he kissed you roughly, his thumb on your clit twirling and pulling until you were unable to form anything more coherent than mindless stutters. “S-Shu! Fuck, fuck, fuck I...I...I love you! I do! I do, please I just...I want-” “What do you want, pretty whore?” “...I want, I w….want your cum! I need it, I need you to fill me up and get me pregnant!” The last remainder of your will crumbled under the pressure of your sudden orgasm. ‘I’m so sorry, Karl…’ you thought bitterly as amazement overtook you, making you screech in the midst of the night in the moonlight, squeezing the lifeforce out of your stepson’s dick. Shu groaned and laughed in dark victory as you came undone around him, biting into his neck instinctively mid-orgasm. The sharp sensation was enough to push him completely over the edge.

Your tongue lapped over his neck, sipping the blood that flowed with delicious fervour as the heat of his semen poured into your deepest depths, coating your womb with his lust. Once you pulled away you felt almost faint from the intensity of your love-making, concupiscence fading as the realisation of what you just did hit you in full force, causing your eyes to open. “Shu..oh fuck, I...we...just--” You squealed and tried to hop off but he kept your hips forced down, still inside your leaking cunt despite slowly growing soft. “No.” Shu was serious, now, eyes grave. “You’re not running away. You,” He exhaled, bringing your lips closer to his, “Are mine.” “Shu-” The distance between your lips was closed as he fought with your tongue. Your heart yearned to return his kiss and despite the inner war ongoing within your soul you did, tongues dancing in the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled away he smiled.

And you felt yourself smile too, hand travelling to the spot below your stomach but above your cunt. “You’re mine now, troublesome woman.” You laughed, nodding and kissed him again. The conflict within you wouldn’t fade, and you were terrified of what might happen now to yourself and to Shu. But maybe it won’t be that bad. It was only one time - you can surely find some form of birth control to ingest before the next time, and he’d never have to know. It was...one time, so you shouldn’t get pregnant this time...right?

Somehow you felt proud - proud to have his cum flowing from your core, to know it’s his seed that potentially is currently fertilising you and not your husband’s. You did feel authentically guilty but the guilt made you more aroused. Karlheinz didn’t deserve...this and despite that here you were, and the worst part was you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop anytime soon, there was no point in vowing to yourself that this would be the ‘last time’ because you knew that the moment he came inside you you were already addicted to him. The child of your lover...realistically it was an awful, unspeakable idea but a sense within you wanted to go through with it, to allow yourself fertility, to fully become his.

Little did you know you would have no choice in the matter.

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laufire · 2 years

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read in 2022

(rereads were put in cursive)

Prose

@aninkwellofnectar In Pursuit of Perfection.

aninkwellofnectar’s Two Halves of a Whole.

aninkwellofnectar’s Starblood.

aninkwellofnectar’s Wishing You Were Here.

aninkwellofnectar’s When The Stars Alight.

aninkwellofnectar’s We Will Devour The Night.

aninkwellofnectar’s A Close Encounter.

aninkwellofnectar’s The Sanguine Sorceress.

Hans Christian Andersen’s The Little Mermaid.

Hans Christian Andersen’s The Snow Queen.

Isaac Asimov’s The Last Question.

Ray Bradbury’s All Summer in a Day.

Angela Carter’s The Bloody Chamber.

Angela Carter’s The Courtship of Mr. Lyon.

Angela Carter’s The Tiger’s Bride.

Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express.

Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca.

Elizabeth Gaskell’s The Grey Woman.

Agustín Gómez-Arcos’ El cordero carnívoro.

The Grimms’ Rapunzel.

Shirley Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House.

The Grimm’s Cinderella.

Shirley Jackson’s The Lottery.

Sheridan Le Fanu’s Carmilla.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Word of Unbinding.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Rule of Names.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s A Trip to the Head.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s Direction of the Road.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Good Trip.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s Darkness Box.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s Things.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s The Masters.

Ursula K. Le Guin’s April in Paris.

Ana María Matute’s Aranmanoth.

Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s The Yellow Wallpaper.

Charles Perrault’s Blue Beard.

Charles Perrault’s Cinderella.

Charles Perrault’s Donkey-skin.

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Tell-Tale Heart.

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Black Cat.

Edgar Allan Poe’s Morella.

John Polidari’s The Vampyre.

Mary Shelley’s The Invisible Girl.

Elena Sichrovsky’s Apologies for the Fact of Your Body.

Tony Tulathimutte’s The Feminist.

Madame de Villeneuve’s Beauty and the Beast.

Sarah Wilkinson’s The Ruins of Belfont Abbey.

Queen Anait.

The Sealskin.

Vasilisa the Beauty.

Poetry

Miguel Hernández’s Vientos del pueblo.

Homer’s Hymn to Demeter.

Edgar Allan Poe’s The Raven.

Sappho’s Hymn to Aphrodite.

Plays

George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion.

Andrés Sopeña Monsalve’s El florido pensil.

Euripides’ Medea.

Lope de Vega’s Fuenteovejuna.

Comics

Batman: Year One.

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures (#1-39).

Batman: The Long Halloween.

Batman: Dark Victory.

Batman: Dark Prince Charming.

Catwoman: The Catfile.

Catwoman: When in Rome.

JC. Deveney & Núria Tamarit’s Giganta: la historia de aquella que recorrió el mundo en busca de la libertad.

Paper Girls.

Robin: Year One.

W.I.T.C.H. (#1-3).

Articles

(this is a last minute addition -December 31st lmao- and I definitely don’t remember them all, especially since quite a lot where on physical magazines and newspapers, but hey)

Everyone is Beautiful and No One is Horny by RS Benedict.

A Love Letter to the Girls Who Die First in Horror Films by Lindsay King-Miller.

Millions of Women Are Injured During Childbirth. Why Aren’t Doctors Diagnosing Them? by Laura Beil.

In Memory of Nicole Brown Simpson by Andrea Dworkin.

The 26-Year-Old Virgin by Domenica Feraud.

Exterminate the men: honoring Andrea Dworkin, a feminist who meant it and paid by John Dolan.

Time Loop Narratives Are About Love by katy.

What Was the Girlboss? by Moira Donegan.

I tried to make rapists better people. Was it all for nothing? by Helen Rumbelow.

Who’s afraid of Amber Heard? by Rayne Fisher-Quann.

Fanfic

amoama’s Ivory (Black Sails, Miranda Barlow).

@angelfishofthelord rabbit hearted girl (SPN, Castiel & Claire, 2.8k).

Eione’s Moonlight Walk (Carmilla novella, 100w).

angelfishofthelord’s Lamb to the Slaughter (SPN, Castiel & the Winchesters, 85.k).

@elasticella welcome to your life (there’s no turning back) (SPN, Amara/Mary).

@finnicks red orchid (Daredevill, Mattelektra, 200w).

firecat’s Homecoming (Vasilisa the Beautiful, Baba Yaga/Vasilisa, 1.6k).

illudio’s Choices and Deals (SPN, Bela, 800w).

@missbrunettebarbie Motherhood- it’s a mental illness (Roswell, Nora & Michael & Walt).

missbrunettebarbie’s Four dancing princesses (Charmed, Prue & Piper & Phoebe & Paige).

TNaPKI’s Enemies of the State (Legacies, Hope/Lizzie, Caroline/Klaus).

#books #talking to the void #me me me

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missnight0wl · 3 years

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What do you think our friends' Patronus will be? We now only know about Tonks and Fred and George, so do you have any headcanons for the others?

I actually made a post about Patronuses a while ago where I proposed a Crane Patronus for Rowan, a Lion Patronus for Ben, a Fox Patronus for Penny, and a Black Mamba for Merula. You can find the explanations for these choices: here.

In another analysis about the Weasleys, I proposed a Stallion Patronus for Bill and a Welsh Green Dragon Patronus for Charlie. Again, more on that: here.

I also really like the headcanon of a Seal Patronus for Badeea, which was suggested to me: here.

I once saw the idea of a White Swan Patronus for Talbott, and I kind of love that, too. Obviously, it’s a great reference to his mother and her Animagus form. But the general symbolism is quite fitting as well, in my opinion.

A swan personality is mixed–so it is an ambiguous symbol of light, love, romance, death, transformation, poetry, and melancholy passion (…). In Roman mythology, the swan symbol is connected to Aphrodite’s beauty as well as with Apollo – the God of poetry, prophecy, and music. There is a Greek fable which tells us about the swans’ last unearthly song as they die, which tie them up to poetry as well as death.

I especially like the connection with poetry, considering that it is one of Talbott’s hobbies.

For Jae, I think that a Raven Patronus is perfect as ravens are one of the most intelligent birds, but they’re also playful. Moreover, it is said that they steal shiny things, which kind of goes along with Jae’s business. I mean, he rather deals with things, but we had some hints here and there that he wouldn’t mind stealing. Also, one theory is that ravens hoard shiny objects to impress other birds of their species. And while we know that he sends most of his money back to his mother, Jae likes to boast a little and appear cool, too.

I think that a Raven would be quite fitting for Tulip as well, to be honest. I mean, she’s a clever girl who thinks outside of the box. Plus, “Karasu” literally means “a raven”. Although after spending a while thinking about it, I guess I might go with an Otter Patronus for Tulip – just to make things a bit more diverse.

Otter symbolism and meanings include playfulness, laughter, and mischievousness, as well as creativity, transformation, and psychic abilities.

They’re also said to be social and associated with friendship. And yeah, Tulip’s story started from “betraying” a friendship, but she grew a lot in that matter, mostly thanks to MC and Tonks. And her friendship with Tonks might actually be the strongest and most prominent relationship when it comes to NPCs, in my opinion. So, I think it fits rather well overall.

For Barnaby, I definitely see a dog – and to be more specific, I think I’ll go with a Rottweiler Patronus. This breed is said to be devoted, courageous, and fearless, but they’re also playful and goofy. With a proper upbringing, they’re good-natured and gentle towards their owners. Apparently, they also can be very cuddly.

All right, this one is very unoriginal, but I kind of do like a Wolf Patronus for Chiara. I know, it’s so cliché for a werewolf, and I don’t really like to draw similarities between Chiara and Lupin, but… it makes sense, y’know.

Those who conjure the wolf are normally very mysterious. There is always something new to learn about these individuals. While some who produce this patronus enjoy their own company compared to being around others, they are still always loyal to those closest to them. [They] will protect friends and family with a fierce passion. While first impressions can lead one to believe the wolf patronus belongs to a strong silent type, they also have a playful side underneath. However, this is only displayed towards trusted individuals.

Now, for Ismelda, I think I’ll go with a Hedgehog Patronus. I once saw it proposed for Merula, which I can’t really agree with. But Ismelda? Yeah, it works, in my opinion. She has her spikes and wants them to appear very threatening, but at the end of the day, Ismelda is a very regular teenage girl who likes to pet puppies and to drink Pumpkin Fizz served with a tiny umbrella – which is quite cute, like a tiny hedgehog.

I have a pretty hard time with Andre and Liz, partially because their personalities are rather inconsistent between the main story and the side quests. I also have a problem with Diego since I skipped some of the quests where he played a bigger role and I didn’t start his recent SQ yet, either. It’s a similar case with the Quidditch cast for me… So, sorry for that. No headcanons here.

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blog-jei6x · 3 years

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Mostly about character's flaws in LO

I want to talk this time about protagonist`s purpose, action and flaws in LO.

Let’s start that usually protagonist has some goal and protagonist does something for implementation this purpose, and has flaws which hinder to take this purpose. Few examples from some of my favorite stories (you can make parallel with yours and see that it s fair for them too).

Kaiman from Dorohedoro, his purpose is to understand who he is and what happened with him, he catches mages for this, we literally see it from first panels of manga. And this goal goes with him to the end, it main intrigue of plot. On my opinion his main flaw is self-rejection, to find yourself is his purpose and his main problem and it works with each other very interesting.

Furiosa from Mad Max, her purpose is fight for freedom and independence for her and other girls, we understand it very fast and it literally movie plot, yes, her acting changes but purpose still same. it s difficult to notice her flaws, but I think her main problem that she is very separate and doesn't trust others.

Over the Garden Wall, Wirt wants to return to home, his adventure is way to home and his purpose, and his flaws are arrogance and cowardice, after he coped with it, he found the way.

The Tatami Galaxy, protagonist wanted to find love of «raven-haired maiden» and for this he joined different campus clubs, he said about his purpose so many times that it was understandable and it was leitmotif of all story. Oh this dude has a bunch of flaws, he is cowardly, diffident, contemptuous, and I like him, his flaws don’t make him terrible person, they make him human, none of us is perfect. btw it s not very popular anime but rly cool and heartwarming , so check it.

So it s very different stories, but they all have few general features: protagonists have purpose (it is said or understand visually), push their story by actions and cope with own flaws. It s very important moment: not story pushes protagonist, protagonist pushes story. (you can make parallel with yours favorites and see that it s fair for them too).

Sometimes it can be unfair for nasty passive protagonist which has bad finale in the end or protagonist, which trouble is inaction and such person changes in finale, but it s specific stories.

Hades

Part about flaws is fair for Hades and Persephone, Hades actually has bunch of flaws, but they make him displeasing person, not more live. It s sounds hypocritically, isnt it? But flaws makes someone likeable, if this person pay for own flaws, in Tatami Galaxy protagonist can't move forward because of it, he sinks in own mistakes. Hades pay nothing for own flaws.

Let's see on his flaw - anger and how he works with it.

My favorite example of Hades anger: it is when he tortured guy and stolen his eye.

Look at those bastards, they are casual talking above tied guy, they clearly do such thing not in first time. I think would be great if Hades would have to pay for it, for example his reputation would sufferer and Persephone would start to fear or became angry him, he would take apologize of this guy, would sincerely repented and would became a better person and after it Persephone would start to became closer with him, but no he, only became closer with her, he doesn't need became better and to work with uncontrolled anger.

yeah, he returned Alex's eye, but Hades still terrible person, he didn't think that to hurt someone is wrong. He did not change at all.

so at least Hades has goal, he want to find true love, and he think it's Persephone and do some action for it, he wanted to step up to Persephone on party, he saved her from different accidents (tower 4, riot on Styx) he found her when she hidden and he is protecting her from Zeus.

Hades still poor written protagonist, but he has purpose.

Persephone

With Persephone everything is much worse. She doesn't have purpose, she doesn't push own plot, she doesn't work with own flaws. She is just there as beautiful lifeless manikin which goes with the flow.

Let’s see on it more detailed.

First scene where me met Persephone it s scene where another person chosen dress for her, so in first scene we saw how passive she is, she event can’t wear what she chosen, and she did not want to go on this party and Artemis forced her.

From this dialogue we can think that her flaws should be inaction and uncertainty, but again she never had trouble because of It, everyone think that it s cute and attractive.

Just watch on plot further, because she is inexperienced, Eros gotten drunk her, (don't drink with strangers irl, it's actually dangerous) and he and Aphrodite put her in Hades car and everything were fine after as you know. yeah she had some trouble with TGOEM but it s more not because of her flaws because Hestia is mean.

And it's going in all story, she is pushed by plot, or other characters, if you wish. She is in TGOEM because Demeter, she lived on Olympus because Artemis, she started to work in Underworld because Hera, she has salary because Hades likes her, she said Hades to return eye because her classmates, she gone in Tower 4 because Minthe, she became uncontrolled angry because Minthe and evil villagers, and it is mostly her action, she did something because someone pushed her.

She almost didn't do something which was her real decisions, or someone pressed her or she just uncontrolled yourself. And we can't say that it's her flaws because flaws mean to have trouble because of wrong actions.

But for sure she has flaws, again on my opinion uncontrolled anger is flaw, and she has this. Does she have trouble of it? - Not really. Does she try to work with it? - Definitely no. Does she feel guilty? - In very weird and selectively way.

I want to touch two episodes village's incident and Minthe's transformation.

All first season she didn't care what she have done with this people and doesn't show any sorrow about dead nymphs. She said to Hades that she tired from them, no trauma, no sadness. you know if you lose someone which you love you never will say something this way.

But when the truth was revealed she started to show how sad she is, it s very conveniently, show feelings when they are useful. I think it s not normal behavior, usually people can't control yourself so good (she lost her friends few weeks ago and can talk about them so). So looks like her feelings are insincere.

About people she doesn't care too, she never thought about them, never tried to learn how control yourself or get rid of this power, she just continue to live, she doesn't need to work with this trauma, it s so repulsive, I just can’t empathize such person and she doesn’t need it because she already fine.

So she doesn't pay for it emotionally, maybe does she pay for it in another way? - Indirectly, Zeus wants to punish her but everyone condemns him for this, and Hades protects her, she just became closer with Hades and he loves her more because of it.

Almost the same about Minthe transformation, Persephone tried to uncurse her, and shown some kind of remorse, but she danced in next episode and doesn't care, others don't care. Hades was a bit sad few hours I think.

And that s all, no guilty, no remorse, no changes: she just goes forward and lives.

In LO nothing does effect on protagonists, they always the same, they don't need to meet own flaws and defeat them, because everything will be fine anyway it s pretty boring and even nasty in some way, because usually they torture someone weaker and they don't have trouble because they have money and power, it's not enough for making characters interesting.

#anti lore olympus #anti lo #lo critical #lore olympus critical #lo spoilers

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chironshorseass · 3 years

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I u want, could u mayhaps write about annabeth seeing percy after a long time apart and realizing his voice grew deeper? I saw a post about it once and I think u would nail it perfectly<3

TIME PASSES SO QUICKLY AHH but here it is! I also got another request of pre-relationship percabeth and let’s just say that y’all read my mind. Also sorry that I can’t seem to write anything under 1k words 😩

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“So I heard Percy’s coming today,” Silena said casually, holding a basket against her hip.

Annabeth yanked one of the strawberries so hard that its leaves came along with it.

“He is?”

She didn’t try to shroud her excitement like she would’ve done, not too long ago.

“Yeah. Charlie told me.”

She felt a twinge of jealousy that Percy hadn’t even mentioned it to her, but she quickly clamped it down. It wasn’t his fault. Not entirely, anyway. They’d IM’d at the beginning of their semester as freshmen, but then it had gotten to the point of him mentioning Rachel all the time, and then the year had gotten busier, and…

Well, they’d lost contact.

Realizing she’d zoned out, she blinked away the fog from her eyes.

“But honestly I wasn’t supposed to tell,” Silena was saying. “He said something about it being a surprise or whatever. I just wanted to see your reaction.”

Annabeth must’ve been doing something strange with her face, because Silena gave her a smug look, raising her eyebrows. She was used to her doing that, so she didn’t mind.

Well, maybe a bit.

But the daughter of Aphrodite already knew everything there was to know about her feelings for Percy. Probably before even Annabeth first realized that she was in love with her best friend. So again, it was pointless to hide from her.

“So.” Silena bumped her gently on the shoulder. “What are you gonna wear?”

Annabeth lifted her sun hat and stared at her for a couple of seconds. The latter looked as perfect as ever, despite the grueling sun. With her pink crop top, mini shorts, perfect makeup, and her dark hair pulled back into a low bun, Annabeth had little doubt that she could help her choose a different outfit other than her torn camp wardrobe. But, still, this was Percy.

Her best friend.

“Mmm...no, it’s fine. We’ve got to finish the south side of the strawberry fields, so, we can’t lose time, ya know?”

Silena gaped at her, then scoffed.

“What am I going to do with you, Chase?” she muttered, crouching to the ground again and shoving her hands into the foliage. “But whatever—it’s your call. Like, you’re so pretty that you actually look good in that sorry excuse of an outfit.”

Her eyes roved over Annabeth’s shirt and jeans. She felt herself blush at the attention.

“Hey, is that blood?”

“Uh...Maybe—but it’s old! Don’t worry.”

“A lost cause, I tell you.”

It had been too long since she’d caught a glimpse of that tell-tale curve of the shoulders and those raven curls.

Percy was early. Most of the summer campers always came the next week or so from this one, but she wasn’t complaining about his untimely arrival. Not when he looked that cute in his school uniform and with that ridiculously messy hair.

She regarded him from afar as he chatted with Beckendorf by the Big House porch, a bag slumped over his shoulder. Something about him—in the way he laughed or how he suddenly looked taller—made her stomach drop like a volleyball, made every blade of grass seem brighter.

Running up to him, she yelled, “Hey, stranger! Why so early?”

He turned to the sound of her voice, flashing her that crooked grin of his. Gods, she’d missed him.

“Hey yourself!”

When she finally reached the two boys, she skidded to a halt in front of Percy and gave him an exaggerated once-over.

“Why’d you still have your uniform on, Seaweed Brain?”

“Do I?” he gazed down at his white shirt and gray pants. His eyes flicked to her again, smiling sheepishly. “Oh. Kinda forgot I had it on, I guess.”

“Man, I’ve already told you,” Beckendorf said. “Leave the fancy shit home.”

“I forgot, okay? You know I hate this stupid uniform.”

In her honest opinion, the uniform seemed to be quite the opposite of stupid. Really, it should've been a crime to look that good in white and rolled up sleeves.

“Yeah, whatever.” Beckendorf glanced back and forth from Percy to Annabeth. He smirked and patted Percy on the back. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

She watched him stroll to the Big House and step inside. He’d probably been here—with Percy—in the first place because of a favor from Chiron.

They stood there, letting the silence build up.

His eyes were warm, green like the shallow sea. Annabeth had always thought that she’d get used to that color, that luminescence. But she never did. Every time she peered up at them, it felt like the first time all over again. She could drown in those eyes and beam up at the fading sky and not beg for breath.

But now, it was worse. It was worse because she could tell that he’d grown. Actually grown. She didn’t quite know how to feel about the fact that his voice had abruptly dropped at least an octave lower than from last summer and that from now on, she’d have to lift her chin to meet his eyes.

“You’ve changed,” she blurted out.

She probably winced a little. Hopefully, she’d sounded casual.

“In what way, exactly?” His mouth twitched into a grin, cheeks dimpling, and her nervousness faded to a quiet buzzing. “That I’m finally taller than you?”

She pushed him away lightly to cover up the flush that was surely painting her cheeks a light pink. This was stupid. He was just being stupid. It was just Percy, for gods’ sake.

“Yeah, taller than me by like, an inch.”

“Admit it, you’re jealous.”

“I hate you.”

That was a lie, and Percy knew it.

“No, you don’t.”

“How am I supposed to keep things out of your reach, now?”

“See, that’s the point. Now I get to pick on you. Shortie.”

Annabeth stuck her tongue out. “You’re such a child.”

He laughed again, giving her whiplash from how different the sound rang in her ears. His laughter had always been a comfort to her, something that made her chest warm and gave her the motivation to try and let it out of him, again and again.

And it still was.

But this new laugh, however, had a richness to it that she felt down to her toes. He threw his head back, eyes crinkling like they always did. And yet, she found new angles to it. Saw a strange glow. He stood under the spotlight of a brand new theater, making everything he did seem like something new and foreign.

It dawned on her that she was staring like an idiot, even after Percy’s smile had faded to a lingering tug of the mouth.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, plain and honest. In many ways, he hadn’t changed. Not really.

“Me too.” Their eyes stayed interlocked for a couple more seconds. She cleared her throat. “Have you, uh...told Chiron you’re here?”

“He already knows.”

“Psh. So am I the only one that didn’t know about you coming here?”

She didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, but there was no backing out, now.

He ducked his head. It was barely recognizable, but she could always tell when he was blushing.

“I...well, you know, wanted to, um—surprise you.”

Another awkward pause.

Percy scratched the back of her head. “Do you, uh...wanna walk with me? To my cabin?”

“Sure.”

“You know,” he said. “My mom made you cookies.”

“Are they any good?” she teased.

He turned to give her an incredulous look. “This is my mom we’re talking about. Of course they’re good.”

“Okay...well, what are you waiting for? Hand them over, Seaweed Brain.”

“In a sec. I’m too lazy to open my bag right now, in the middle of camp.”

As they walked, Annabeth noticed how heads turned when the campers got a good look at the two of them together. Most of them just stared at Percy. They passed by some of her siblings carrying spears; she saw Malcolm wink and felt herself blush again.

“Anyway, you wouldn’t have guessed what I got on my finals,” Percy was saying.

She glared pointedly at Malcolm, then whirled her head to look at Percy again. “What’d you get?”

“Guess.”

“Oh my gods, Percy. Just tell.”

He smiled and gave her a sideways glance. “You’re no fun.”

But even if he said it casually, the comment dug deeper than she would’ve liked. Did he think Rachel was fun? She decided not to dwell on that.

Annabeth was the one talking to him. Not Rachel.

He glanced at her once, but seemingly decided to fix his gaze forward. His eyes sparkled in a way that she knew meant he was trying to hold back a grin. He’d failed in the attempt, though.

“Okay, I’ll just say it: A ‘B’ plus.”

Her jaw dropped. “Percy!”

“Yeah,” he laughed.

“Oh my gods!”

Clarisse, standing by the Ares cabin, mimed Annabeth, mouthing her words and making kissy faces. She mostly ignored it, too distracted on what Percy had just said.

Her heart swelled at the thought of all the work he must’ve put himself through.

She grasped his arm. “I’m so proud of you, Perce.”

“Yeah, me too. Paul helped, though. And mom.”

“Give yourself some of the credit.”

He sighed happily. “I guess I can say that I didn’t cheat. Well, maybe a little.”

She tried to shove him, but he danced away.

“Ohh, don’t tell me that you’ve never cheated on anything.”

“Okay.” She rolled her eyes. “Like maybe once or twice.”

“See?”

“But whatever. You got a ‘B’ and that’s what matters.”

“Yeah. It is.”

They smiled at each other for a second, then, he shouldered his bag and stopped by cabin three. The abalone shell seemed to glow brighter when he stood next to it.

Before she could stop herself, she said, “We should celebrate.”

He lifted one of those thick eyebrows of his and leaned back against the door frame. “What do you mean?”

“You know…” she kicked some of the stray pebbles from the ground, suddenly flustered. “Your grades. It deserves a celebration, don’t you think?”

His face lit up once more. “Oh! Yeah, like a picnic or something? We could eat the cookies Mom made—unless you want them for yourself, which is fine—”

“No!” She bit her lip. “I mean—sharing is cool. I’d like that.”

Annabeth decided it best not to visibly cringe at herself. Who’d even say “sharing” and “cool” at the same time?

Luckily, Percy nodded along with her. “Okay. Cool. Wait—that reminds me…” He unzipped his bag, hands already roaming around inside it. “Ah, here it is.”

He took a take-out like box with red flowers painted around the sides. They looked handmade. She accepted the gift with a smile.

“Who made these?” she asked, examining the paintings closer. “They’re pretty.”

When she saw his smug look, she didn't have to think twice about who had decorated it.

“I did,” he said. Her expression must’ve still been akin to impressed shock, because he chuckled. “What? You think I can’t be artistic?”

She shrugged. It was a simple fact, really. “Since when did you learn?”

“Uh, Rachel taught me.”

“Oh.”

He nodded tightly.

Right. While she’d lived on the other side of the country, alone and with a family who still wasn’t that comfortable around her, he’d been off with his new mortal girlfriend. And how much time must it have taken for Rachel to teach him how to do those precise brushstrokes? To combine those colors properly? Days or more, she knew.

They’d been busy.

She pretended not to care, anyway, opening the box to check on the cookies. “They, um...They look good!” She met his eyes so that he could see just how sincere her words were—because they really did look divine. Divine and blue. “Give Sally my thanks. And you must’ve worked really hard on this. So, thanks also.”

Annabeth noticed how he relaxed at the change of subject. Idiot.

“I will. And nah, it was nothing. I just really wanted to, um, to contribute with the gift. I guess. And mom loves you, so…”

“Loves me more than you?”

He snorted. “Probably.”

The edges of her mouth quirked up. “So...when are you up for that celebratory picnic thing?”

“Uh...from what I remember, I think my schedule’s got like, free time at around five. That sound good?”

Her mind buzzed through her list of daily activities, relieved to find something else to think about other than the awkwardness that now lingered in the air.

“Yeah, I think I’m free at five, as well. Tomorrow, right?”

“Sounds good to me.”

It wasn’t the same. That, she could tell.

She bit the inside of her cheek, watching him fight with Clarisse. So they’d go on a picnic together. Big deal.

She’d just barely stepped outside cabin three when Silena had dragged her away, begging for every detail.

Annabeth wasn’t going to lie: she was excited. More so than she’d let on. And yet, she wasn’t sure if he liked her that way.

Not with other girls fanning over him, now. Girls like Rachel.

How could she have let him go so easily? How was this the first time in months since she’d last seen him?

She’d spent the day pretending it was fine. Her heart ached whenever he was near, but it also hurt when he was gone. She couldn't have it both ways.

So yes, everything was fine.

Maybe if she said those words enough, then she'd start to believe it and stop with this feeble act of hers. This pretending that none of the shit they’d been festering against the other mattered. And in the process, also pretend that these new feelings she had for him—that didn’t feel so new—never existed in the first place.

Then again...what was she thinking?

This was her best friend. Her best friend whom she’d tried to kiss about a year ago and who hadn’t even breathed a word about it since. Who talked to her like he was stepping around eggshells. Who was clearly not interested in her in that way if what she suspected about Rachel was true and who had suddenly become one of the most attractive guys in Camp Half-Blood.

She hated this. This sensation of her heart beating faster, her breath coming short. Her brain fading any thought away, leaving it lustrous with the image of Percy. Percy this and Percy that. His stupid smile and his stupid laugh and—

Ice-cold water struck her skin, stopping her thought process short like a shock wave.

“Sorry,” Silena said, not actually sounding sorry. Stray water dripped from her hand. “You were spaced out for a while.”

Their canoe boat rocked back and forth along with the gusts of wind.

“Okay,” Annabeth said, glaring at her friend. She wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off her face. “Now you’re just asking for it.”

With a sharp, practiced tug, she flipped them over. Silena’s screech died when they hit the water.

She resurfaced, spluttering, splashing Annabeth again and again.

“You little shit! I am going to kill you!”

“What?” Annabeth laughed, choking on water. “I thought your makeup’s waterproof!”

Silena threw more water at her.

“Your point?”

And okay, maybe they looked like fools fighting in the middle of the lake, laughing and joking around. But it was fine; no one was there to witness it except perhaps the naiads and the cicadas that roared in the woods along with the rogue monster.

Well...there was one person.

But the girls didn’t have the mind to notice him.

Percy sat on the back of the pier and smiled, shaking his head.

Maybe someday, they could move on from this strange faze. From skipping around each other, then acting like friends all over again.

Someday.

The sound of the conch horn in the distance brought a reluctant stop to the chirping of the crickets. Dinner time.

He stood up and made his way back, wishing that just maybe, he could be brave enough to tell her how he felt. To unashamedly look at her and no one else as though she were the fading sun, inviting for the naked eye to gape at directly as it caressed the sea and the tree tops while coloring the sky a deep purple. To kiss her in front of all those stupid people and hug her and make her laugh and smile, all golden and beautiful.

Rid himself of the worries, once and for all.

But it couldn’t be.

Maybe, just maybe…

Someday.

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