#the loreley's grasp

[cinematicjourney]

The Loreley's Grasp (1973) | dir. Amando de Ossorio

[briarrosefromthedead]

The Loreley’s Grasp / Las garras de Lorelei (1973) dir. Amando de Ossorio

[shiningwizard]

The Loreley's Grasp (Amando de Ossorio, 1973)

I wonder if audiences contemporary to this movie's release were drawn to its typical twin pillars of titillation - gore and boobs - over the campy nonsense mythic lore, science and smirking bravado that pads the moments in between. I can't imagine anyone now making that preference but maybe i've lost touch with the creeps. Now i'm feeling sympathetic with them: having to navigate a modern landscape of detached horror movie appreciation and restoration just to see hearts ripped out of or blouses taken off chests.

[businesscasualart]

Trying my darnedest to not reblog anyone’s post from 19 years ago just to be careful bc idk how that’s taken on tumblr as opposed to other social media but I did tell Tumblr to not do ANY algorithm things (e.g. recommend me things based on my likes) ALSO just to be safe so that’s 90% of what gets recommended to me and the other 10% is it throwing darts in the dark.

[yeonjuns-beanie]

Numb My Pain

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers lowkey, use of alcohol, talk of feeling numb, inference of depression, public sex, sex in a bar bathroom, seeking comfort in euphoria, marking, panty stealing…, biting, hair pulling, being alone in a bar, katoptronophilia(mirror sex), light overstim, (please don’t be like y/n. or do...) 

a/n: wrote this while listening to like crazy by jimin...would suggest listening to it as well while reading this just so the vibe is complete. hope you enjoy, per usual, much love and requests are open ! ~ nero

Mingi x female reader 

Word Count: 5.1k

Another night. It’s all your current life was. The same night one after the other, forever chasing the feeling of the euphoria you once felt for life itself. Your enthusiasm was stripped from your precious center with only your mortal shell left in its wake. It was like you weren’t even alive, just simply letting the hours tick by as you tried your best to seem present in the moment, even though that was the furthest thing from the truth. 

As you finished applying your gloss, you heard your phone vibrate. When you picked it up, a notification from your group chat flashed on your lock screen. Before opening the message, you looked outside your bedroom window and saw your friend’s car parked near your apartment building. You unlocked your phone, texting that you’d be out in a sec. 

Walking out of your bedroom, you grabbed your favorite pair of heels and gazed over your appearance in the mirror you had placed out in the hallway. You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, fussing with the material near your stomach. You looked terribly enticing, something you prided yourself on these days because it was one of the few times you could actually feel something besides the imminent numbness that drastically took over your mind. 

You walked into the kitchen grabbing a few bottles of flavored soju to pregame with on the drive to whatever bar you guys were going to tonight. Grabbing your purse from the couch, you walked out of your apartment locking the door behind you. Strategically you placed the bottles in one hand and balanced yourself down the stairs by leaning on the handrail. When you reached the bottom, you inhaled a deep breath focusing on the cool night air that rushed through your nostrils. 

Walking to the car you watched the windows roll down as your friends catcalled you on arrival. 

“Heyy, sexy.”

“Everyone shut up, my girlfriend is here. Hey Y/n/n.”

You smiled finally feeling something similar to joy, an emotion you could only find a distant memory of. You could always sense it but never get a full grasp of it. As you plopped yourself in the passenger seat your friend Lorelei simply moaned from the backseat. You couldn’t place whether it was directed at you, from the bottles of alcohol clinking as you sat, or both. 

“Please tell me you have a plum in your hands.”

“When do I not have a plum in my hands?” You turned your head around smiling while handing her the bottle.

“I also brought strawberry, didn’t want too much going on before we got in the bar ya know.” 

Your friend Fay chimed in from the driver’s seat giggling while observing the interaction. 

“Y/n is definitely planning on getting drunk tonight.” Your mouth hung open in disbelief wondering for a moment if you were that predictable. “And before you ask, yes it is that predictable because that’s the only time you wanna pregame, babe.” Nodding and throwing your hands up in defeat you cracked open the other bottle of soju taking a swig before Fay pulled out of the parking spot. 

The drive down to the bar didn’t even seem real. The windows were slightly rolled down letting a distinct spring smelling breeze overtake the car. Music blasting and the three of you laughing about random events that happened throughout the week when you guys weren’t together. You almost felt like yourself again but suddenly, the buildings you passed seemed so distant even though you had been in this area what seemed like a million times. 

You turned your head fully towards the window so neither Lorelei nor Fay could see the smile that you felt beginning to pain your cheeks fade, and your mask slipped for a moment. It was like everything was passing you in a high speed haze. All you could think about was how you used to feel and if everyone around you could feel the change in your energy these days. 

Were you hiding it well enough? Were they getting sick of you? Would this be the last time you hung out before they realized that you were going through another period of change yet again? Did they want you around or was it all out of pity? Before you could think of other unreasonable scenarios, Fay pulled into a parking spot near the bar. You reached down between your legs to grab the soju before handing it off to Fay to take the second swallow of it. The three of you passed around the bottles until they were both empty and you let them lay on the floor in the backseat. 

Getting out of the car you guys walked maybe a block to reach the building. The night air cooling your now hot cheeks. The pain you felt on the tail end of the ride was something on the back burner right now. Right now you felt like you were in your own personal music video. Feeling every possible sensation you could all at once. 

You were excited to enter the dimly lit and humid building. A sense of relief taking over because you knew at least for a few hours you could feel something. As you walked in you were almost stunned at how many people had crowded in already. You weren’t sure what happened in the past few months, but suddenly a lot more people knew about this place. A significant amount of bodies littered the walls and hallways of the bar leaving you feeling a little more charmed by the entirety of the night you had planned. 

You and your friends wormed your way to the bar and ordered your drinks, all three of you double fisting two plastic cups before walking towards the main floor where everyone was crowded at. The music was loud and you could feel the bass thumping throughout your entire body. As you tossed your first drink in the nearest trash can you began gently sipping on your second, careful to monitor how you were feeling. 

As much as you wanted to feel something other than nothingness and you were well on your way there, the last thing you wanted was to have to deal with being sick. Completely defeated the purpose of why you were out in the first place. You could feel your eyes get a little heavy and started to become aware of you getting a little more touchy with your friends. You were lost in the fluorescent lighting of the bar and the weightless feeling that was overcoming your body. 

Before you could truly lose yourself, you felt a certain need kill your vibe. Leaning over to Lorelei’s ear you spoke a little louder than usual trying to beat the music without demolishing her ears. 

“I gotta break my seal.” She looked over to Fay and mouthed ‘bathroom’ before she nodded and you all went to the bathroom. You left your drink on the toilet paper dispenser as you slowly felt yourself become just a little bit more sober feeling a sense of relief somewhere within yourself. As you came out of the bathroom, you set your drink on the sink counter and began washing your hands. After you dried them off, you finished off your drink, throwing the cup away. Fay looked at you as Lorelei came out of the other stall. 

“You good?” You nodded a little more smiley than usual. “Think I’m gonna get some water though.” You all wandered out of the bathroom and luckily for you, there were three open seats at the bar. You slowly sipped on your water knowing you were almost at your limit for the night but still wanting to savor that euphoric feeling. 

Fay was looking at you like she wanted to ask a question so you raised your eyebrows hoping it would be enough to prompt her response. 

“Do you wanna smoke tonight?” You thought about it for a second but realized even though the idea sounded great it would be a little too much for you to handle right now. 

“I think I’m good for tonight, but if y’all wanna smoke you can. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

‘You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m a big girl I can watch out for myself. Honestly, I’ll prolly just stay here unless I have to go to the bathroom.” 

“Okay, we won’t be long.”

“Take however long you want, I gotta sober up anyway.” 

Lie.

That couldn’t be further from the truth. If anything that was the last thing you wanted because this feeling you so desperately chased would fade away. As your friends walked out of the bar you swirled the ice in your water, with blissful moments of fabricated peace rummaging through your mind. Before you could get stuck in your thoughts there was a voice that pulled you from your head. 

“I see someone still doesn’t know their limits.” You turned your head a tinge of fear settling in your stomach, but that anxiety dissipated when you tilted your neck to see the tall blonde frame behind you. 

“Mingi?!” You stood up wrapping your arms around him for a hug. 

“What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since you left for your debut!” You had known Mingi since high school but you guys became kind of estranged as he prepared himself for his idol career. You’d touch base with each other occasionally but nothing elaborate came from it. And if you were being honest, you kept up with everything that happened even if it was from the sidelines. You had the biggest crush on him in high school but left it alone not wanting to interfere with his artistic endeavors. You had to admit, he just kept getting hotter and it was borderline painful watching him become the man of your dreams. 

With his hair so short and dyed blonde, he had a certain edge to him that you hadn’t ever seen before. He commanded even more attention than usual and it seemed like he was relishing in his new look, a cocky overtone shining in his aura. You motioned for him to sit in the seat next to you so you guys could catch up. 

It was slowly getting harder to pay attention to the words that were coming out of Mingi’s mouth, as you were distracted by the terrible beauty that was his face. You were paying more attention to the details on his face and how his muscles moved when he talked rather than the content of the conversation itself. You felt that haze wash over you again and a new feeling was overwhelming your body. 

Your eyes were heavy again, you swirled the ice in your water with your straw looking at Mingi through your lashes, trying to hide your smile by rolling your lips around your teeth. Mingi paused his story as the bartender handed him his drink and his voice pulled you from your wandering thoughts. 

“Y-You know you look incredible tonight…just saying.” You smirked at him, not dismissing the hesitation. You opted to brush off the validity of his statement by seeming unaffected but even a stranger could tell it stirred something up within you. In the dim lighting, you could tell his energy shifted and you wanted to see how far you could go. 

“I see you’re still stuttering when it comes to the ladies.” You smiled knowing he’d try to defend himself, but as he opened his mouth you just held up your hand. “I’m just messing with ya, and for what it’s worth I think you look pretty incredible yourself.” 

Chest puffed out and neck held a little higher, his timid nature was swallowed by something more arrogant. “Oh yeah, well what do you like the most then?” His smirk almost pissed you off but you were tempted with the excitement to insinuate something more. “Well I love the hair, but really I’m just a sucker for you.” You leaned forward nudging his shoulder a bit in a poor attempt to soften the blow of your honesty. 

“C’mon, you’re just saying that cuz you’ve been drinking.” He took a swig of his drink not prepared for your reaction. You finished off your water and tossed it in the trash, newfound confidence surging through your veins. “Min, if you’re implying that I’m too drunk to tell the truth, I’ll have you know I’m still sober enough to remember everything by tomorrow AND this is the most honest I’ll ever be.” He laughed, his eyes scrunching and the echo of his sounds rang through your ears soaring over the music. His smile made flowers bloom in your darkest pits and you hated the feeling that was regurgitating its way up your throat. 

That crush you had never went away. Why would it? He was everything you wanted and more. In fact, every time you had the chance to see him it got worse. Because somehow in the back of your mind, you felt you’d never be good enough for him or anyone for that matter. But fuck it. Why not pretend, even for a moment,  that you were? That you were worthy enough to at least get a taste of him. 

You both stood up, your heels placing you at the perfect height to reach his ear. You shelled your hand around it and uttered a truth you previously were petrified of revealing. “And with that same honesty, I’m about to bare all my bones here. I want you in every way imaginable.” You stepped away, not wanting your heartbeat to give way to your anxiety. You needed to keep your cool. 

Mingi’s eyes followed your body as you backed away, committing every part of you to memory. His pupils were blown but you were too far away to see. With an overwhelming sense of exultation and a devastating aura of lust, Mingi was in the palm of your hand. 

He didn’t even respond, he just grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd of people, and led you to the upper level. Once you made it up the stairs, you were more than relieved to notice that the only people up here right now were the DJ and a few others looking over the balcony. While Mingi stared at the people hanging over the balcony, you swapped roles and you pulled him into the bathroom behind you guys. 

You locked the door, thankful for the fact that the stalled bathrooms were only downstairs. The light was dim and seemingly on the verge of burning out. The bass of the music rattled the walls, the graffiti on them dancing with every pulse. Mingi pressed you up against the door, his frame shrouding you. Even though you were comparable to his height in your shoes, the way he was devouring you with his eyes made you feel incredibly small. 

You looked up at him, eyes heavy with residual alcohol and blooming lust. Your hands wandered his upper body, finding haven at the nape of his neck playing with the hair that ignited this whole excursion. 

“Kiss me, please. If it’s the only thing you do, I-“, he cut you off with his lips slamming against yours. It was messy and urgent, kissing you like you were gonna disappear at a moment's notice. His hands encased your waist, making you feel dainty in a way that you never felt before. 

His hands ravaged your body, pawing at your skin trying to bring you closer in any way possible. His lips trailed away from yours allowing you the chance to breathe, but your breath was stolen just as quickly as he moved to pay attention to your neck and that special little spot right under your ear. Your body shivered and you unconsciously rolled your body into his granting you the knowledge of the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Jump.” 

You didn’t even give yourself the chance to think otherwise. Not letting any self-deprecating thought sour the moment. Your dress rode up as you wrapped your legs around his waist and his hands found comfort in squeezing the delicate flesh of your thighs. He turned both of you around placing your body on the edge of the sink. 

“You’re so fuckin beautiful.” 

It was a fact to him. He didn’t need to elaborate; he meant every word. His lips found yours again and rolled his hips into yours, desperate for some type of friction while he was slotted in between your legs. You pulled away from him, cupping his face in your hands trying your best to find sobriety so this wouldn’t just be a faint memory come morning. 

Enveloping your lips on his, you were lost in the feeling again. That is until, you heard a vibration coming from the floor. Your phone. Reluctantly you pulled away, your intuition telling you it was your friends. Before you picked up you had a lie prepared. Reaching it out of your purse, Lorelei’s contact photo flashed on your screen. Swiping the call button you answered. 

“Where are you??” You sighed amping up your fib. “I’m in the bathrooms upstairs. Wasn’t feeling too well.” 

As you were crouched down hovering over your bag, Mingi saw this as a perfect opportunity to toy with you. He pushed himself off the sink and shrouded his body over your own, rubbing the sides of your legs before his hand trailed up your thigh and ghosted over your heat. 

Your breath hitched igniting concern in your friend. “Y/n, are you sure you’re okay?” Internally trying to calm down your heart rate and arousal you found your voice. 

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I promise. Imma just be a few before I come back down I’m s-sorry.” You almost could feel his smirk as you stuttered over your words. He picked up his pace, rubbing acute circles over your clit. 

“Okay. Call us if you need anything we’ll be down by the main floor.” You hummed in response and ended the call as fast as you could, throwing your phone back in your bag. You wormed your way up out of Mingi’s frame and he followed your movements. You went to push on his chest but he was faster. 

Backing you up against the sink again, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around him. He moved your dress up further so that your panties were exposed. His lips were on yours, urgency and heavy breaths being the only thing exchanged. 

You moaned into him as his large hands palmed at your breasts over the material of your dress. Never did you think something so simple would be so restrictive. Your hands were back in his hair and you pulled away from his lips, dragging his bottom lip with you. Something reminiscent of a growl emanated from his throat as you wiggled the straps of your dress off, allowing your tits to be viewed in all of their tempting nature. 

“I’ve wanted you so bad, baby.” 

He moved his attention towards your neck, sucking a dark mark of him in memory of the moment he finally could lay his hands on you. His lips trailed down your body ending their journey as he wrapped his lips around your nipple. Sucking and biting gently at your sensitive skin as his fingers played with your other delicate bud. 

You rolled your hips against his and you began to grow frustrated at the lack of contact. Snaking your hand in between your bodies, you tampered with his belt trying to get it out of its buckle as fast as you could. With the restraint of it falling limp against his pants, you undid the button and zipper and wormed your hand into his pants. Finally feeling something other than his lips. 

Mingi’s mouth detached from your nipple,  moaning out something close to a whine just a little bit too loud. His breathing heavier, he looked up at you, his eyes blown black. His eyes were glistening with want and you stared back at him with equal intensity. Slowly adding more pressure as you palmed him through his underwear. Your lips found his again, biting and pulling away as he rolled his fingers around your nipple again. 

Moaning out, you were suddenly violently aware of how your slick was soaking up against the fabric of your panties. With every move you made you felt the wetness between your lips become more and more unbearable. Pulling Mingi by his belt loops, you forced him to look at you.

“Mingi, please. I need you so bad I can’t take it.” He scoffed, letting his neck fall into yours biting at the skin. You didn’t care where you were anymore, your moans were louder and your desire was even louder. You needed something. Mingi’s hand slipped down underneath your dress teasing you through the fabric. 

He began to kneel, separating your legs a little further apart. You felt his breath fan against your thighs and it sent jolts of excitement to your core. As much as you wanted to feel his mouth send you into various stages of oblivion, you were crunched on time and didn’t want your friends to start looking for you. 

You threaded your fingers in Mingi’s blonde locks, committing the feeling of it to memory and you angled his head up to face you. His eyes were glassy with lust, lips swollen, and a faint sheen of sweat was cast on his skin. You were almost certain that if you were to turn around and face the mirror you’d look the same. 

“As much as I’d love to have you like that, I’d hate for our time to be cut short. If I take too long they’ll definitely start looking for me.” Mingi rose back to his feet, his hands engulfing your face. His eyes told you he felt like this would be the only time he’d have you. 

“We’ll have plenty of other times to explore that with each other.” 

“Other times?” His brow cocked and a small smile began to pull at the corners of his lips. 

“I’m not having you just once. I’ve waited too long for just once.” 

Mingi’s lips were on yours in a flash and the passion you felt made you feel worshiped. Mingi tapped your thigh as a signal to lift your hips. Bracing yourself on the sink, he pulled your panties off and stuffed them in his back pocket. Removing his hot and salacious cock from its confines, he nestled his face into your neck biting at the skin. 

You felt the head of his cock brush up against your folds and you whined and rolled into him. The anticipation being far too much to handle and left you more than needy. He looked up at you, features full of wanton mischief. He pushed his tip in, hand cradling your neck. 

“Let’s make our first time one to remember then.” 

Inch by inch he slid inside of you, the stretch of him feeling better than you could have ever imagined. As he bottomed out, both of you moaned out and kissed each other with equal fervor. His hips rolled at a slow pace, making you savor every inch of him. You were grabbing at every part of him needing more from him. You bit at his lip grabbing his attention, he looked at you eyes blown and heavy. 

“Faster Mingi, please. I need more.”

Something about the desperation in your voice tipped something off inside of him. You felt him become domineering within a second but it was precisely what you needed in your current state. He slipped out of you and you whined out a tiny ‘no’ before he turned you around making you face each other in the mirror. There was a sort of sadistic and coquettish smile decorating his face as he reentered you causing you to moan out in pleasure—no time to moderate the volume of your sounds. 

“You need more, baby? Wanna cum around my cock?”

Mingi threaded his hand in your hair gripping at the base so you could face him. Your brows were furrowed in desire, your breath heavy. You tried to find the words to respond but all that came out was a frenzied nod and your cunt occasionally squeezing around his length. 

“Words, princess.” 

“Please Mingi. Let me cum around your cock. Please move, don’t make me wait an~ah!”

If you begged anymore, there wouldn’t be much of a moment left between you two. His pace was unrelenting, your walls clinging to him like your life depended on it. “God you’re so tight, baby, fuck.” His head fell back in pleasure, his grip on your hair releasing and your head falling forward. You gripped the sides of the sink poorly trying to ground yourself as your knees weakened at the pleasure. 

You raised your head, getting a glimpse of how completely fucked out you looked. Your face was flushed and tears were beginning to well under your lids from the overwhelming sensations you were feeling. Losing all sense of control when your eyes trailed up to Mingi. 

“Oh fuck!” 

You could feel a familiar warmth begin to pool in your core, your silken cunt sucking him even further inside of you. The music was still littering the building somehow adding all the more to the sensuality of the moment. You were brought from your thoughts as Mingi groaned and grabbed your wrists one by one bringing them behind your back. Lifting you so you were flush against his chest, this new angle had you stricken with zeal. Your walls were fluttering around him and you could feel your climax on the horizon. 

Mingi groaned above you and the sound brought you right to your edge. You wrapped your hand around his neck trying to grab any bit of him. Panting you looked at him through the mirror, the sight of him something you’d know would plague your memory for the days to come. 

“Mingi, I-I’m gonna cum!” 

“Me too, baby, fuck. Where do you want me?” 

“Inside Mingi. M-make me yourss~.” Your voice trailed off into a small squeak, too enveloped in the pleasure. Mingi moaned, his head falling back into the crook of your neck his breath sending chills throughout your body. “God, you’re so fucking hot y/n.”

 Mingi let go of your arms and let you catch yourself on the sink. His thrusts were becoming more and more sloppy and you could feel his breaths quicken with each second. As he brought one of his hands down to your aching clit and brought you to your peak, the sounds that erupted from your throat were impossible to contain. The heat flooding your core finally exploded throughout the entirety of your body and left you in sheer euphoria.

“Fuck! Mingi! I’m cumming I’m cumming!” 

“Me too, baby. Me too~uh!”

As Mingi lifted his head from your neck, you looked at him through the mirror still feeling the aftereffects of your orgasm. Pleading with him with your eyes your voice hoarse you sent him over his precipice. 

“Cum inside me, I need it so bad, baby. Wan’ feel you.” 

With a string of expletives leaving his mouth, you felt his seed spread throughout your saccharine walls. You milked him through his orgasm, watching him unravel in the mirror. The bathroom was humid now and the stench of sex filled the air. As Mingi pulled out of you, you felt his cum begin to dribble out, but before it could escape your pussy, his long fingers pushed back in as much as he could. Your messy cunt sensitive to the action. 

Your body was tired, Mingi turned you around and cupped your face before he found his lips on yours again. The kiss was much less urgent than the ones you shared previously and you relished in the softness of it. Before you lost yourself in the kiss, you felt his cum begin to trail down your thigh. Pulling away you went to grab a paper towel, but he was one step ahead of you. Reaching behind him he grabbed the towel and wet a part of it, gently wiping up the mess on your legs. 

Tossing the towel, he placed his hand under your chin looking at you with an intense softness. “You okay?” You nodded, a small smile crossing your face. As Mingi situated himself, you waddled to the toilet letting the rest of him drip out as you peed. As you got up to flush, you turned to Mingi. 

“Can I have my underwear back?”

“Nope. Keeping it as a souvenir.” 

“Seriously?” He nodded, lips rolling around his teeth obviously pleased with himself. You shook your head somewhat surprised by his admission. Washing your hands, Mingi was standing behind you watching your every move. It flustered you and you let out a small giggle to yourself trying to quell your nerves. 

“What is it?” His voice made you smile to yourself and you knew you were in far too deep than you expected. 

“Nothing, nothing.” Drying your hands, he came up behind you hugging you from behind. 

“Tell mee.”

You turned around to face him, “Really, I was just thinking about you.” Looking up at him you wondered how you were ever gonna come back from this. Your mind was rattling with so many different questions and it was translating to your face. 

“There’s a lot more goin on in there besides me, y/n.” 

“This isn’t the last time we’re gonna see each other, right?”

“Definitely not. Was kinda hoping I could follow you home actually.” 

Your eyes lit up elated that he wanted to spend more time with you outside of this moment. Picking up your bag from the floor, you fixed yourself in the mirror one last time before turning to grab the knob. 

“Let’s go home then, I’m pretty sure they’re sick of waiting on me.” Before you could open the door, Mingi placed a quick kiss on your cheek and you bit your lip trying to lessen the smile that was about to spread. When you opened the door, the air was significantly cooler. Your stomach dropped when you saw your friends sitting on the bench near the bathroom and you realized the looming body behind you was in plain sight. Lorelei looked up from her phone noticing the light peak out from the bathroom. 

“No fucking way.”

[character---obsessed]

Jess Mariano x reader

Summary: R gets overwhelmed and goes to her favourite boy for comfort

Contents: fluff

Warnings: none

Jess was at the diner, doing his usual half argue half joke with Luke.

“It’s not my fault you’re clinically insane”

“Oh I’m the insane one? Really mr i sleep with banging music on at full blast every damn night”

Lorelei shared an amused look with Rory as they sat in the almost empty diner - just being inhabited with Bébete, Morey and Kirk.

Just as Jess was about to pipe in with another witty comment, the bell on the diner door started ringing. Jess was about to look over his shoulder when he felt a smaller body nuzzle into his side. Shocked, he moved abruptly and was about to shove whoever it was. A whine sounded out and he looked down and saw Y/N. She was clearly distressed, face scrunched up and arms wrapped around her own body tightly. Everybody else in the diner was in shock, waiting for Jess’ next move, including whichever townsfolk had walked in after Y/N had. Much to everyone’s - even Luke’s - surprise, Jess wrapped his arms around her tightly, letting her bury into his chest without moving her arms from their tight position.

“What happened? Hm?” Jess spoke gently and quietly into her ear.

Another small whine came out of her mouth. Jess glanced over his shoulder to Luke before gently steering her to the stairs.

“C’mon,” he guided her up and into his bedroom (otherwise known as the left side of the open apartment) and stood with her in the middle of his section.

All she did was bury back into his chest, standing as close as possible without causing one of them to loose their balance.

“You wanna lay down?”

She nodded.

He gently led her to the bed and laid her down underneath the blanket, taking two extra pillows and slotting them behind her to help her feel comfortable. He pulled - with some struggle - the weighted blanket out from under his bed. He always kept it there ever since he first dealt with her feeling like this. He laid it atop her before laying on the other side of her. He didn’t get all the hoopla about weighted blankets or why she liked them so much, but she did and who was he to deprive her? He let her decide if she wanted cuddles and she made a prompt decision by whining the second he got in until he wrapped his arms around her and pressed her side/front against him while her back was against the pillow wall he built. Pushed against by pillows at her back whilst under a weighted blanket on a relatively cold day all the while behind held by Jess was quick to calm her down. That is before she had a thought she didn’t like and took a big, sudden, jarring breath in and sat up abruptly. Jess however was unfazed as he waited for the moment to pass before he eased her back down and traced circles on her forehead and wrapping one arm around her to keep her close while humming a tune to a song he couldn’t pin.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each others arms as Jess traced circles on Y/N’s forehead for a significant chunk of time. Y/N couldn’t seem to get close enough to Jess, burying her head further into his chest every few minutes before finally calming down and settling in the nook she had made for herself out of his body.

Luke stayed downstairs the entire time, not having a great grasp on whatever was going on in the apartment above but knowing well enough to leave them alone until he knows for certain Jess calmed Y/N down. The entire town by that point was bubbling with gossip about what had happened mere moments ago, all huddled up in Luke’s diner as he rolled his eyes in the corner.

[yashley]

Liam’s One-Shot: The Song of the Lorelei | “The thing that is not always there is the severed hand sitting on it, with a very familiar silver ring on the ring finger, and a crumpled up piece of paper grasped in it."

[poorwritingandstalecoffee]

“Love’s such an old-fashioned word”

WC: 2K

Summary: It’s Lorelai’s birthday and what better way to celebrate than at a David Bowie concert.

Lorelei felt the sunlight warming her eyelids. It dragged her out of sleep, and she groaned before rolling over and plopping an arm in the direction of your side of the bed. She flinched at the cold sheets and peeked an eye open to see that side of the bed empty of the warm body she hoped to curl into. Lorelai sat on her elbows and frowned at the empty room around her. The bedroom door was still shut, and she was just about to make up her mind to start stomping down the stairs looking for you, when she heard the toilet flush.

You washed your hands and walked out of the bathroom, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

Lorelai squinted up at you as you stumbled back to your side of the bed. She half wanted to laugh at you, not noticing her awake. The other half was still focused on you not being there to hold her when she woke up. Lorelai grumbled, “What are you doing?”

“Jesus!” You flinched and stared at her. “When did you wake up?”

“Uhh, when you decided to freeze me out in the sheets to go pee.” Lorelai tugged your arm sleeve until you laid back down with her. She wiggled back into her favorite position and tightened her grasp around your waist.

You kissed the top of her head while she sighed into your neck. You chuckled at her response. “I did not freeze you out. I wasn’t gone that long, and it’s not cold here.”

You felt her pout against the skin of your neck. “You don’t know since you weren’t here. For all you know, I could have become part of the polar ice caps by the time you got back. And on the most historic, fabulous day of the year. Hello, that’s got to be a red flag or something.”

You smiled because even if she was being a tad dramatic, it was a tell that she missed you. So you hugged her closer to you and kissed her hair again. “Well then, my apologies, birthday girl. Let’s go ahead and get you warmed back up, shall we?” You placed your cold feet on her calves.

“Hey! Bug off, Frost!” Lorelai squealed and pushed against you.

While still giggling, you placed your hands under her shirt, ran them up her back, and delighted in the second, much louder yelp she gave you. “What’s wrong, Lor?” You teased, “I’m just trying to do what you asked. You know skin-to-skin contact is the surest way to increase body heat.”

“If you think placing your icy fingers and toes on me will increase body hea— HEY HE- Ahh!”

You snickered while letting your fingers tickle her rib cage and laughed harder when Lorelai tried and failed to glare at you.

“Okay! Okay! Truce! Truce!” Lorelai gasped through her laughter.

You fell back against the comforter and grinned up at her. Lorelai sucked in gulps of air and turned to glare at you. “Meanie,” she half-heartedly grumbled.

Your grin grew into a dopey smile, and you leaned forward to kiss the pout off her face. “Happy birthday, Lorelai.”

She giggled and kissed you harder before rolling over on top of you. “Happy birthday to me.”

You ran your hands up her thighs and squeezed her hips. She moaned into the kiss and ran her hands up your chest, over your neck, and into your hair.

She pulled back and mumbled against your lips, “So, what do you have planned for the birthday girl today?”

You moved a strand of hair behind her ear and smoothed your thumb across her cheek. “Mmm, breakfast at Luke’s with Rory, the time-honored morning stroll about the town followed by lunch at The Inn with Sookie, a brief pitstop at the mall to pick up that outfit you were ogling the other day—

“I was not ogling it!” Lorelai slapped your shoulder playfully.

“Oh, you were ogling badly. Who would’ve thought my girlfriend would cheat on me with an expensive dress and shoes?” You clucked your tongue at her.

Lorelai shrugged at you, shook her head, and sighed. “Hey, you gotta do whatcha gotta do for some Jimmy Choo’s. Sorry to break it to you like this, hun.”

You snickered at her, and she giggled while lying on your chest. “What else?”

“After completing our afternoon shopping spree, the three of us will briefly stop in at the Inn again to say hello to all of your Stars Hollow fans, snag some cake, and pick up Sookie and Jackson before heading to our final destination of the night in New York.”

Lorelai sat up in your lap with a frown. “What’s in New York?”

You pressed your lips together to contain the broad grin. “I’d hoped to surprise you with it at the party.”

“C’mon, tell me. Is it a dance, a play, a fancy restaurant?”

Who could ever say no to those puppy eyes? You sighed and slowly pushed her off of you before standing up. You kissed her forehead and said sternly, “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

“But–”

“Ah-ah. Let me at least have this much of a surprise. Two seconds.”

Lorelai huffed. “Fine.”

You grinned and kissed her cheek before bolting down the stairs. You skidded into the kitchen and flung open the freezer door. Your fingers tingled when you dug the plastic bag from the ice bucket. You shut the door and reached above the freezer to feel for the brown package. Once your fingers grasped it, you sprinted back up the stairs.

Stopping outside the bedroom door, you placed the presents behind your back and slowly walked back into the room and to the bed.

Lorelai quirked a brow at your excitement.

You exhaled. “Rory and Sookie are gonna kill me for not waiting for them, but…” You reached out, and she put her hand in yours. Turning it over, you glanced at her. “Ready?”

“I feel like you're gonna ask me to marry you.” Lorelai giggled nervously.

You snorted and shrugged, your leg bouncing from nerves. “It’s close to it.”

Lorelei’s eyes widened, and she sat up straighter. “Ohh…” Her cheeks reddened while you watched her pupils slowly eclipse the light blue irises of her eyes.

You cleared your throat and breathed deeply despite your racing heart. “Okay..” You slowly pulled out the two gifts and placed them in her hand. “O-open this one first.” You pulled the brown package on top before she could open the bag.

She glanced at you with a grin, and you bit your lip, waiting for it. She peeled open the wrapping paper and pulled out the square dark vinyl cover. Lorelai’s breath hitched, and she grinned ear to ear. “Shut up! You got me a Bangles vinyl cover?”

“Turn it over.”

She flipped the cover and gasped. Lorelai slowly ran her finger over the looping, cursive signature. Happy birthday, Lorelai! Thanks for always being our number one fan from day one!— Susanna Hoffs

“H-how did you…?” Lorelai gaped at you.

You giggled at her. “A friend of a friend knows her from grade school days. I just called in a favor for someone special. Someone I love.”

Lorelai’s eyes blurred with tears, and she leaped back into your lap. She kissed you harder and longer than before, making you wind your arms around her. “Mmm, you still have one more present, birthday girl.” You whispered against her lips.

She smiled softly and leaned her forehead against yours. “Is it the ring?”

You grinned. “Not yet, baby. Still working on the timing for that one.” You grabbed the bag behind you. “Close your eyes.”

Lorelai huffed with a pout but closed her eyes. You pulled the two tickets out and placed the vinyl behind you before placing the slips of paper in her hand. “Okay.”

Her eyes flew open, and she looked down. She gasped again and squealed again. Lorelai waved the two papers in the air. “You got us tickets to a David Bowie concert?!”

“The one and only.”

“Oh my god!! Y/n!!” Lorelai pushed you down on the bed. She kissed your cheeks, forehead, nose, jaw and finally gave you a bruising one to the lips that made your toes curl. You laughed and nipped her bottom lip.

“You know, we still have some time before breakfast at the diner,” Lorelai whispered against your lips, set the tickets next to the vinyl, and kissed down your jawline.

She nipped at your pulse point before running her tongue over the sting. You groaned at the feeling of her hands and mouth roaming over your body. “I thought I was supposed to give you all the presents today.”

Lorelai chucked. She kissed your neck while letting her hands dance down to the hem of your shirt. You ran your hands up her thighs and gripped her ass. “Ohh, this is as much a present to me as it is to you, baby. Plus, who said we couldn’t share?” She whispered, her hot breath ghosting your ear while her hands pushed your shirt up.

You arched into her kisses and ran your hands up her back, nails lightly scraping up her spine. She turned and caught your lips again in a kiss with a groan.

“Fine, but in the shower.” You breathed deeply into her mouth. She grinned before leaping up to tug you toward the bathroom.

**

“Ughh, my feet hurt!”

“But good feet hurting this time. Not waiting in line for a stale hotdog, feet hurting.”

“Hey! My blood sugar was low; you do not mess with the woozies.”

Sookie raised her eyebrows and giggled. “Oh! Remember the time when you scared Kirk into running around town screaming, “It’s here!” because he thought you were reenacting Godzilla.”

“He wouldn’t come near me for a month! I had to swear on my good tomatoes that I would not explode into a giant lizard and blast him with blue fire.” Jackson whined.

Rory and Lorelai snickered while Sookie patted Jackson’s shoulder.

You shrugged with a smirk. “I could see it. You’ve got the stomp down.”

“Hey!”

Lorelai and Rory giggled. You smiled with a deep inhale because even after four years of marriage, Lorelai Gilmore still took your breath away with her thousand-watt smile and bright blue eyes.

Lorelai turned away from the group’s conversation when she caught you staring. “What? Something on my face?” She teased, head tilted.

You shook your head and gave her a lopsided smile. “Just the look of perfection is all.” You winked at her when she blushed.

She bit her lip, glancing away. “The, uhh, line’s moving.”

You inched closer and looped your pinky through hers, which she tugged until your hand fell into hers. “Then let’s go.”

Your group was next, and all of you flashed your tickets at the guy, watched him stamp your hands, and ushered you inside. The girls squealed in your ears, and you watched their eyes, including Jackson’s, grow bigger by the minute as you led them down to the front rows a few feet from the stage.

All of you filed into your seats and watched as other people crowded in. You chuckled at the four of them literally buzzing with excitement.

Once the doors were closed and people settled, the group gasped as the lights dimmed. People clapped, whistled, and whispered in awe as the show began. All five of you sang heavily through his songs. Your seats grew cold because you never stopped long enough to sit down.

You watched Lorelai belt through every song with all she had. Her eyes were wide, sparkling blue, her cheeks flushed, her hair bouncing in wild curls, her hands were shaking and pumping in the air, and she was smiling like she finally felt truly, completely happy and free. All of it made you fall more in love with her every second. Your heart nearly bursting with the feeling like you would give every ounce of yourself over and over for her to feel this exhilarated and free—smiling, dancing, twirling, and singing her heart out.

You glanced up at the stage when you heard the tune. You grinned, thinking of the night all three of you were dancing in your pajamas in the living room, singing, “It’s the terror of knowing what this / world is about.” You stomped your feet, feeling the beat grab ahold of you. You jumped, twirled, and screamed out lyrics with the rest of them while your heart felt like it was racing with the song to the finish line.

Lorelai glanced at you and gasped. She watched you sing with your eyes closed. “Cause love’s such an old-fashioned / word / And love dares you to care for / The people on the edge of the / night / And love dares you to change our / way of / Caring about ourselves, this is our / last dance.” You were swaying to the beat of Bowie’s melody with a soft smile. Your eyes opened, and they shined. Your skin glistened in sweat, your cheeks burned from the dancing, and Lorelai thought you never looked more beautiful.

She clasped your hand. You looked at her. Lorelai stared at you like you had become part of her entire universe. She leaned toward you and lost herself in your eyes as the both of you sang, “This is our last dance, this is / ourselves.”

Lorelai kissed you like you were the air she breathed. The music grew louder as Bowie started into another song. You didn’t care, though, because Lorelai was winding her hands through your hair. You grabbed her waist to pull her toward you as she deepened the kiss.

You felt the two of you swaying to the beat. The ground—the very air thrummed with the music. Lorelai wound her hands around your waist, and you cupped the back of her neck, your thumb running over her racing pulse. She pulled away for air, breathing hotly against your lips. “I love you, you know that? So much I feel like my heart might explode.”

Your smile softened. “I love you too, baby.” You nudged your nose against hers, and you cupped her cheek, thumb rubbing across her jaw to her bottom lip. “Happy birthday, Lorelai Gilmore.”

She grinned, tightened her hold around your waist, and kissed you again. “Happy birthday to me.”

[agendabymooner]

9 to 5 || f1 drivers (1)

(SPIN OFF OF COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR (WIP) and RUSH)

Summary: Lorelei Hester ‘Lester’ Alessandro is a bassist first and Daniel Ricciardo’s partner second. But it seems like another role is added to her resume as she begins her weekend in Baku as Toto Wolff’s children’s babysitter. 

Chapter/blurb summary: The first morning of the Azerbaijan Race Week began with exchanging of names and messages. As of this point, Max Verstappen should consider his seat in Red Bull vacant after giving Lester's number out to some random person (is he a random person? hardly)

Content warning: family-centric content, people trying not to swear in front of children, attentive Dad!Toto, Toto scaring half the grid, dirty jokes, implied erection but not smut, baby names, max being a fool by proxy. 

Note: Uhh... THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 60 FOLLOWERS! I hope you guys are enjoying the boost promoted by the creative juices of my brain. I'm going to try and work hard on these as much as I am working hard on CMYC and Rush. Enjoy xx

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i. baby names and text messages

With her leg resting on Daniel’s hip and her head resting on his arm, Lorelei Hester Alessandro — Lester for those who weren’t close to her — had never felt anything more nicer than this. That was until he decided to ruin the peaceful life that they could have just staying on the king-sized bed. 

Her eyes felt heavy, her annoyance slowly waking her up as Daniel shifted in his position. He kept moving, trying to slip out of her grasp as she continued to sleep. She looked so happy when she’s asleep. Relaxed. He loved that about her. He won’t even deny that he’d rather stay in this position if she’s like that forever. 

Not in the way of how Max had worded it. “Hm… she’s so nice when she has her mouth shut,” Max never really thought that she’d hear it until she started threatening him with her bass guitar. That wasn’t what Daniel meant when he said he liked her looking so peaceful. 

It’s been a while since they’ve gotten the peace they needed. 2022 was quite fucking rough, they thought it was the end of them. But they’re here in Azerbaijan, all tangled up in the bed with duvet covers weighing down their bodies. 

This was the first race weekend that Lester would be attending in 2023. Ever since the release of her band Måneskin’s newest album, she couldn’t find the opportunity to visit him while he, Checo and Max worked at Milton Keynes during the offseason. She expressed her guilt about not being able to spend much time with him, but all he said was “you’ve got work, and so do I, love.” 

Måneskin didn’t have a full schedule for their shows, and in between their schedules came a gap between April and May. The end of April to be exact. So she took this as an opportunity to travel with him. He was a reserved driver for Red Bull and wasn’t due to drive any time soon, but nevertheless she traveled just so she could spend some time with him.

Their first night in Azerbaijan consisted of sleeping. The moment Lester saw the bed, she dove in head first and left her suitcase by the closet. The groan that she let out after wasn’t sexual but it sure did something to Danny’s body. It didn’t take him long to drag her down to the floor, knowing that she’d fall asleep in a second if he continued to let her sprawl like that. 

“Fammi dormire, testa di cazzo,” let me sleep, dickhead, she groaned. Danny only laughed at that. He had heard the phrase testa di cazzo so many times that he was starting to know what kind of phrases come out of her. 

“No, get up,” he told her, reaching for her hands and hoisting her up to stand. “You need to wash your face, ma’am and brush your teeth.” 

“Hm, Danny,” she whined, her eyes still resting as she kept them close. 

“You’re not going to Danny me tonight, Miss Alessandro, come on. Get ready for bed,” he tutted, his hands now holding onto her arms as he gently pushed her into the bathroom. 

“I need to shower,” she murmured, her eyes finally waking up as she stared at herself in the vanity mirror. Yeah, she needed to shower. She hadn’t slept for almost a day now. 

Daniel, who was already digging through their suitcases for nightwear, then agreed, “Yeah you do. I can smell you from here.” 

Her eyes zeroed in on his reflection once he returned. He stood there with their separated toiletries and a grin on his face. The glare that she held wasn’t holding any grudges, but rather annoyance. 

She just shook her head before sliding the glass door open. She stripped down her clothes and took off the hair tie that she wore, her eyes still glaring at her boyfriend as she entered the shower. Her hand twisted the faucet to the hottest water as the head began raining down the water on her body. She had already shut the door close, not even caring if Dan was still there with the most amused expression she had ever seen. 

The steam began to fill the bathroom, making it known to her that Daniel had shut the door. What she didn’t expect, however, was for him to slide the door open and place their shower necessities on the tray beside her. 

“Scooch over, please,” Daniel said in a singing tone, his request making her glare at her own boyfriend as he stepped inside the shower. The hot water hit the back of his neck as he hissed, “Ow! Jesus… Are you trying to get a third-degree burn, mate? We can go to Australia in the summer for that.”

“Whose decision is it to invade my space in front of the hot water?” Lester told him with a raised brow, “hardly my fault now, no?” 

He only rolled his eyes. Perhaps it’s a bad idea to annoy a girlfriend who only wishes to sleep. But he only wanted her to shower so she could relax and sleep. 

Obviously it was a good idea that he had her shower before she slept. She had been asleep since 9 PM. And it’s 5AM already. That shower must have been so relaxing. Especially with the hot water. 

Daniel needed to get up though. And as he tried to shake her off of him, she continued to grumble and cling to him like a koala. 

“If you move again, what would stop me from kicking you right in your crown jewels,” she murmured, her eyes still closed as she cuddled him. Daniel only sighed, rubbing her back with the arm her head was resting on. 

“Our goal to fulfill our desire to have a brood of Ricciardos,” he muttered.

Her eyes remained close, sighing peacefully as she spoke, “I don’t recall saying I want to carry your demons in disguise.”

“Nice to hear that you think of them as angels,” he chuckled quietly. “They’re going to be as wild as you, Mama. I can tell you that much.”

“Well, stop moving then maybe we can have lots of them soon enough,” Lester nuzzled her head closer to his chest. The foot that clung to Daniel’s hips neared his crotch, with her mindlessly feeling the fabric of whatever he was wearing. 

She hadn’t even meant to feel him up like that. She was just trying to enjoy her sleep. He was few steps away from touching himself.

Lester, still not caring about what she was doing, then joked, “Can you imagine running after a toddler with curls bouncing and you yelling, “Jolie, put your nappies on” and she just won’t rest?”

Daniel gulped unwittingly and nodded, “S- Jolie?”

“What? Jolie is a good name for girls,” she replied before saying, “Jolie Ayrton Ricciardo.” 

Daniel felt the goosebumps rising on his skin as he muttered, “Sounds- sounds good. O- or Beau Joseph Nikolaus Ricciardo.” Lester really needs to get her foot off my crotch before I could even bust.

She snorted, her eyes no longer closed as she stared at her boyfriend’s side frame, “Beau? How old would he be when he comes out of me?”

“Okay, but,” Daniel protested, “Beau Ric, F1 World Champion from Red Bull. Ladies’ man.” 

“With the initials B and J,” Lester joked, “and him getting the Charles Leclerc name treatment, too.”

Daniel groaned, “Alright, since you’re mocking my idea that means we can get up now. Right?”

“No, we can’t get up yet,” Lester scoffed out, keeping her arm on his chest as she kept going, “us giving our kid a name does not warrant you to get up and go.”

“I need to get up, doll,” he said as quietly as she did, “need to work out with Max and Lando.”

“No you don’t,” she answered, obviously no longer asleep. “Max can DIY and Lando can be fed with protein bars with no problem. That child can live off sugar, if he’s even allowed to.”

“We need breakfast,” he insisted, kissing her forehead. He wasn’t even moving too. 

“No we don’t,” Lester told him, her eyes closing again.

“Lorelei, are you not eati—“

“I’m trying to,” she interrupted him, “but I’m too lazy to get up. Soooo tired.”

“So am I,” he continued, “but we have to get up now, yes? I’ll pull the curtains up so we can have a good morning.”

Finally letting go of him, Lester slumped back down on the side of his bed as she grumbled sleepily. “Fucking athletes… so motivated to get up early to grind. The fuck are you grinding on anyways?” 

“You know what you were doing when you began to date a racing driver, babe,” Daniel chuckled somewhere in the background. He moved around and Lester could hear the blinds and curtains opening. 

With the sunlight entering the wide paneled windows, her eyes took in the light as she looked at her boyfriend with a bored look. “Oh, really? Clearly the champagne didn’t elaborate enough.” 

Daniel rolled his eyes before sitting back down on his side of the bed, dipping his head down to kiss her on the lips as he grinned, “Come on. Breakfast. I’ve to meet Max and Checo, too.” 

“Ugh Verstappen,” she groaned, making her boyfriend laugh as he began making his way to the bathroom. “That guy will be the death of me one of these days, you know that, love?” 

“I know,” he answered from the sink, “you’ve told me about it when we met in 2015.” 

“So annoying.” 

Her phone pinged, the screen brightening as she glanced down at it. Her brows knitted together in confusion. 

“I’ve got an unknown number texting me,” she heard a hum coming from Daniel as she peered over the message she received. 

She had been staring at her phone for a good minute as she wondered if she should text him any more. She was friendly with Toto Wolff. She remembered how she came across Tilly and Toto during the afterparty of 2015 Monza race. 

She didn’t mean to fangirl, truthfully, but the alluring features of the older woman had her gushing about the novel that she published in 2014. Tilly merely asked her to continue and discuss the subject until she was pulled away by Daniel Ricciardo, who didn’t even ask for her name yet had the audacity to invite her to dance. 

Lester didn’t meet Tilly again until 2021 at Monza. The second time they had a discussion, it was about the second book that Tilly had published about being single for a decade and other knickknacks she could think of. Tilly asked for her name this time and even exchanged numbers with Lester just in case the bassist didn’t mind coming over at their humble abode in Monaco. 

The massive difference between the two of them never really bothered them. Lester was 26 — Sylvie’s age — and Tilly was 38. Tilly had two children while Lester didn’t see herself having any children anytime soon. Tilly had money in her pocket and a hint of parental issues, while Lester came from a middle class family who valued family more than anything. They were extremely different, yet they remained friends. 

But still, Lester was quite hesitant about what she had agreed on. Even if she was good friends with his wife, Lester was still worried about making a wrong choice in front of Toto. 

But for him to ask if she can babysit their kids while they run amuck in the paddock? Yeah. She might as well sign her death certificate herself. She could set up her own funeral too, should she have enough time for it. 

“Bellezza?” She looked up to the direction of her lover, who was already dressed for his morning workout. “You okay?” 

“Yeah?” She tilted her head, wondering what prompted him to ask that. “I am.” 

“Do you know who texted you?” He asked, worried about what she might have read. The serious look on her face said something. But apparently it wasn’t that much of a deal. 

“Yeah, it’s just,” she paused for a moment before looking back at her screen. She needed to make sure she wasn’t having a dream or a nightmare. “It’s Toto. He’s landing soon.” 

“Oh? How did he get a hold on your number?” He asked, peering down and tying his shoelaces as he got ready. 

“About that,” she smiled grimly. “What do you think about taking Max’s seat for the rest of the season?” She could see disappointment written all over his face.

“What did the fool do now?” Daniel looked at her with a dull expression. 

“He’s responsible for giving Toto my number,” she replied, slipping out of the bed to stand. Her nightdress fell back into place as she pecked his lips, “Now I’m babysitting the Wolff kids this weekend.”

“Really?”

“Yup, and probably by the end of the weekend, you’re the newest Red Bull driver alongside Checo,” she finally walked off and prepared herself for the day.

“I’m leaving, babe,” he stated, “and while I appreciate the effort, please don’t kill Max. He’s still a friend.”

"But you need to get back on the track, mio tasso!"

"I am not doing that with blood on my hands, my love!"

[blackcatxmagic]

Closed starter: Lorelei ( @ritualove ) Location: Lorelei's house

As Leo prepared to head to Lorelei's house, he wondered if there was anything he should be bringing. They had made this plan to practice magic, but were there supplies he needed? His mother had put together a grimoire of sorts, but sharing that with someone else - especially something he had only just met recently - felt a bit like a violation of his mother's privacy. That was something he couldn't see himself sharing with anyone anytime soon. So what else was there?

For some reason, Leo felt nervous about this, and he was wondering why he had suggested it. It wasn't like he had a good grasp of his magical ability, and he was suddenly worried that he wouldn't be able to adequately perform any magic while trying to help Lorelei. There was a part of him that wanted to cancel, but Lorelei didn't deserve that, and besides, maybe he'd surprise himself. He was (mostly) sober right now, after all, so maybe his powers wouldn't be quite so dampened. Resolved to see this through, Leo drove to the address Lorelei had given him, parking in front of her house and taking a deep breath before getting out of his car. "You can do this," he told himself, and then Leo got out of the car and walked up the front door, ringing the doorbell.

[sevi007]

Tales of the Abyss part 51

Now, let's hear what Van got to say!

Oh Luke...

Alright, I'm afraid part of Luke still has not really grasped that the man he trusted and thought to be his friend never had his well-being in mind. He actually seems to hope he can still TALK about this with Van, which is. Pretty sure already a no-go. Van seems dead-set on whatever, and seems to hold little to no regard for Luke as the "replica".

... I feel like we are not even being taken seriously as potential enemies.

I think that's what the replica's are for...

I could list several other ways on the fly but I'm hearing him out.

Please note, this was NOT going to be on my list XD

*whisper* I forgot who Lorelei is

Saved by Anise

Though now wondering what an "aggregate sentience" is. I will look that up after XD

I will use that reasoning for any and all neurodivergent thing happening to me now.

Can't we just. Forbid the Score. Not read the Score. Destroy the thingy-stones where the Score is on. Etc. Etc.

Soooo, how do I have to imagine that. Is Van and Co going to be only people which are "originals" among an entire population of replicas? Is that it? And again - what is stopping the replicas to just pick up the Score again -

Ah wait! Luke wasn't in the Score, right. So replicas are all not in the Score? I guess? Which would make it obsolete.

But there are still better ways, dammit!

Despite the sheer insanity of the plan, kinda proud that I guessed correctly. Again! I'm good at guessing games! =D

Or the writing is neat and foreshadows things. That, too.

I agree that that's fucked up, but your plan is more fucked up.

You out-fucked-up the entire thing, congratulations, you won.

Huh?

Yeaaaa. So what. Guy was probably a teen back then, and he changed. He grew.

Apparently, you did not.

I am NOT saying Van has no right to his feelings. The entire thing with Hod is fucked up, as I already said when Tear's Grandpa revealed that they always KNEW it would happen and did nothing about it. But Van's way of doing things is sick and just screams that he should have gotten a lot of damn therapy. How is killing the entire population (plus planet, if I look at his plans to replicate entire areas) any better than what they did? How does it trump, say, abolish the Score and Order of Lorelei and start a different way of living?

He is willing to kill his own sister, he said, if she does not see things his way. He is willing to replicate people against their wills, use those replicas, and them kill them without a blink. Man's clearly has lost it as some point. I feel sorry for him, I do. I'm just saying we cannot let him continue, anyway.

And with that - I ran into the picture limit! Yaaaay! XD @ahsokaisawesome @magicmetslogic

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven: Celebration

Lorelei had received another vague note underneath her pillow Christmas Eve, the night before the Yule Ball. She had hidden it before Theo snuck into her dorm room to wish her a Happy Christmas Eve, and it was hidden in a drawer, waiting for her for the moment she arrived back in the room alone. But until then, Lorelei was allowed a moment of peace as Theo said a sweet ‘good morning’ to her, closing the door eagerly before greeting her.

“Happy Christmas, my love,” Theodore said gently, grasping her face in his hands.

“Happy Christmas, Theo,” Lorelei smiled up at him.

She planted a gentle, romantic kiss on his lips, happy to see him. It was moments like these, the kind and romantic moments that confused her. She knew she loved Theo, and she knew indubitably that he loved her, and would have done anything at all for her. But still, she didn’t know if Theo was truly the one she wanted.

“I have something for you,” Theo said with a genuine, happy smile on his face.

Lorelei looked up at him curiously.

“I thought we said no gifts,” she frowned, realizing he’d broken their pact.

“Well, I couldn’t resist,” he admitted, pulling something from his pocket.

“What did you get me?” she stared, looking down at the clearly expensive box he held in his hand.

“Just something to wear tomorrow night, if you want,” he offered. “Here. Happy Christmas.”

Lorelei smiled as she hesitantly accepted the box. She opened it to find a ring inside, a beautiful sapphire ring that matched her dress.

“Theo,” she breathed.

“Like I said. Happy Christmas, love.”

Lorelei threw her arms around him, thanking him sweetly. Christmas morning breakfast was relatively peaceful, with the exception of Draco Malfoy staring the entire time from down the table. Lorelei knew he must have been getting impatient. She knew he wanted her, and he’d stop at nothing to get her. That was the most dangerous part.

The note said to meet Draco in the library at 11:00, and so Lorelei did just that. She arrived at the library after she and Theo had parted ways after breakfast, finding him sitting at a table in the back near a window. When Lorelei first saw Draco, she felt he seemed far too eager to see her, a mischievous grin on his face as she sat down in front of him.

“What did you want, Malfoy?” she asked him.

“What, no ‘hello’?” he quipped.

“You know I shouldn’t be here,” she reminded him.

“That’s what makes it exciting,” Draco reminded her, earning an insincere eye roll.

Lorelei wanted to pretend that Draco made her angry, that he irked her, that his aggressive flattery wasn’t amusing on some level. But for some reason, she couldn’t, and she cursed herself for it. Somehow, she saw Draco Malfoy sitting there in the library, looking cocky as ever as he leaned back in his black turtleneck, and she couldn’t help but feel something for him. What, she had no idea.

But she couldn’t deny that his impulsiveness was something she was entirely unfamiliar with, especially in comparison to Theo, who was as calculated as it got. Lorelei believed that she was truly in love with Theo Nott, but she felt something else for Draco that couldn’t be explained completely.

“What did you want to say to me?” Lorelei questioned, adding a bored drawl to her voice. “I have other places to be.”

“Like where, with your boyfriend?” Draco asked dismissively.

“For starters,” she frowned.

“I still can’t believe you’re with him,” Draco scoffed, “I mean… Don’t get me wrong, that hair, those eyes? I’d kiss him myself if I could. But, I just can’t see him keeping up with a girl like you.”

“Well, you also don’t see behind closed doors,” she snapped.

“Oh, I’d pay to,” he promised her.

“What do you want, Malfoy?” Lorelei repeated.

“You,” he said without missing a beat.

“Something I can actually help with,” she frowned.

Draco smiled. “Relax, Lorelei. I just… wanted to wish you a happy Christmas,” he finished.

She raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you got me a present, too,” she remarked incredulously.

“I was in a gift-giving mood,” Draco shrugged.

She watched as he reached into his pocket, placing a velvet box on the table. Lorelei looked up at him with more than enough attitude to get her point across, watching as he crudely slid it to her across the table. She picked it up tentatively, still giving him a look

“Sorry it’s not wrapped,” he added sarcastically.

“Are you really trying to buy my affection?” she asked finally.

“I’m rich enough to give it a shot,” he shrugged.

Lorelei shook her head, opening up the box. Her eyes widened when she realized that the color of the stones on the teardrop earrings matched the color of her dress, just like her gift from Theo.

“These match my dress,” she stared in disbelief.

“I had to be thorough,” Draco insisted.

“Well, if you must know, I will be keeping these,” she announced as she rose from her seat, “But don’t think this means I’ll leave Theo for you.”

“And why not?” Draco asked her, standing up. “Aren’t you tired of playing the perfect couple with Nott? Wouldn’t you rather be with someone else who excites you?” he demanded.

“I’d rather be with someone who doesn’t see me as a game,” Lorelei hissed, a certain darkness in her eyes.

Draco looked at her in surprise, not understanding what she meant.

“You like to flirt with me to piss off Theo, and tell me to meet you places in the dead of night, but as soon as you actually have me, you’ll grow tired of me,” Lorelei said with finality, “There’s no way I actually mean something to you!”

Draco nodded, biting his lip as he looked down at the ground, accepting that that was how she perceived him.

“I know it might seem that way, Lorelei,” he assured her earnestly, “I know my motives aren’t always so cut and dry…”

He paused for a moment as he tried to think of the right thing to say.

“But I want you. I want you to be my date to the ball. And I really did want you to have those earrings, Lorelei,” Draco stated.

She hardly knew what to think.

“Why do you want me so badly?!” she thought aloud in frustration.

“Because you’re perfect,” Draco insisted.

“No, I’m not,” she argued.

“You are in the ways that matter,” he responded.

“Well, I killed a man!” Lorelei blurted out, before she even knew what she was saying.

Draco was completely taken aback, unsure of how to even react.

“What—What do you mean by that?” he questioned.

Lorelei forced her eyes shut out of fear, realizing what a terrible mistake she’d just made.

“Lorelei? Lorelei, what do you mean?” Draco asked, growing increasingly concerned by her silence.

“Remember Crouch?” she began, watching as his eyes widened.

“Crouch?! Are you telling me you killed Crouch?!”

Draco had to stop to look around to make sure no one had heard him just as he nearly finished speaking.

“Yes. I did,” Lorelei confessed.

“Why?!” Draco wondered.

“It… it’s a long story,” she told him. “I just… I did it for my family,” she concluded.

This revelation did in fact earn a strange reaction from Draco, although not necessarily the one Lorelei would have anticipated. He seemed surprisingly enough less concerned with the murder aspect and more concerned with how her situation might affect him, being from another wealthy Hogwarts family. One thing Lorelei had learned about Draco was that coming from the type of family they were both born into affected him more than it did her.

Draco was many things, but emotionally mature was not one of them. At times, Draco lacked common sense, and more often than not, he genuinely lacked empathy, or at least a full scope of it.

“What happened?” he asked her. “Is something big happening?”

Lorelei said nothing.

“I’m not stupid,” he reminded her, “I saw what happened at the World Cup. I saw what my father did; and yours,” he reasoned sharply.

“I shouldn’t say anything,” she sighed, eyes filling with tears as she tried to honor her various obligations. “I’ve said too much already.”

Draco Malfoy stared at her, genuinely worried, as he saw the pain reflected in her eyes.

“Lorelei,” her name barely left his lips, “You can tell me anything you know. I promise, any secrets of yours are safe with me.”

“There’s nothing else I can say!” she said out of frustration, burying her face in her hands for a moment as she rubbed at her eyes. “I’m sworn to secrecy. Besides, you’ll find out soon enough. I’m in the same boat as your father, at this point.”

Draco stared at her in disbelief, unable to fathom that she might be in the same position as his father, who was sworn to serve Lord Voldemort.

“You’re supposed to help bring him back?” he asked softly.

Lorelei met his gaze. The most she could do was refrain from saying ‘no’. This was more than enough for Draco.

“You don’t have to do that, Lorelei,” he told her out of sympathy. “Please, let me help you!”

“There’s nothing I can do. I just have to survive this,” she sighed.

“But you don’t have to do it alone,” he tried to convince her. “I’m the heir to Malfoy Manor. I have money, connections, a safe place you could go to, if you ever needed it. Let me help you,” he pleaded.

Lorelei found herself genuinely swept by his offer in that moment. It was true, Draco Malfoy was certainly one of the wealthiest and most well-connected people at Hogwarts, let alone students. But she also knew that Draco couldn’t be trusted. Not necessarily for the most obvious of reasons, but because Draco Malfoy was old enough to have the means to make his own promises, but still not strong enough to keep them. Lorelei knew she couldn’t afford to depend on him.

“You can’t help me, Draco,” Lorelei stated, knowing it wouldn’t get through his head.

“Only one way to find out,” he debated her.

“No, Draco,” she shook her head apologetically. “No…”

“Why not?” he demanded. “You know Nott can’t help you like I can help you.”

“I don’t know that that’s true,” Lorelei reasoned.

“Lorelei, I know you don’t want to believe it, but I’m your best shot,” Draco insisted. “I can help you. Together, we’d be… Well. We’d be unstoppable,” he chuckled.

Lorelei’s face shifted into a frown, having heard his exact words before.

“Why is it that everyone makes me the same offer?” she shook her head.

“Because you are unstoppable,” Draco told her, “And you attract powerful people. Don’t get me wrong; Nott’s going to be a powerful man. But I’m already more powerful than he is, and you know it.”

Lorelei had nothing to say to him for a moment.

“Face it; you’re afraid because you know that you backed the wrong horse,” Draco said coolly, his face mere inches from hers. “You're starting to realize you made the wrong decision, and you’re starting to look for a way out. And now, you’ve got one,” he pointed out.

“I love Theo,” Lorelei said with a striking severity.

“Not as much as you love you,” he fired back. “That’s what you really need; someone who doesn’t mind being second to you in your eyes. Someone who will also put you first.”

She glanced down at the ground, unsure of what to make of the situation she was being faced with.

“You know who you want, Lorelei,” Draco told her. “You know that together, we’d rule the world someday. You know that. I’m a Malfoy, you’re a Morrigan. My father was one of the Dark Lord’s closest and most trusted advisors. Your father is descended from Rowena Ravenclaw. We could be on top of the world tomorrow… You’d be happy, you know.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“You could be Mrs. Malfoy some day. That’s worth a hell of a lot more than Mrs. Nott. I could make you happy. I could give you anything, and everything, you want. I’d love you more than he ever could,” Draco promised, his blue eyes glassy with obsession. “Just come to the ball with me.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” she sighed.

“Try,” he insisted, watching as she turned away and headed for the door.

*****

The Yule Ball came far too soon for Lorelei. The ball should have been something to look forward to, as it was for all the other girls, but considering everything, Lorelei wasn’t overly excited. The only thing she actually looked forward to was her sabotage of Pansy Parkinson. Theo had picked up on her indifference toward the event, and had chalked it up to a natural lack of respect for school events. So, their demeanor at the event was austere to say the least.

Lorelei and Theo both watched everyone from the ledge up above, like two ravens on a wire. Lorelei spotted Pansy the moment she arrived, in a rather frilly pink gown she’d probably thought was the most special thing on earth. The moment they saw her, Theo looked to Lorelei with a huge grin on his face as they waited for Millicent Bulstrode to arrive.

Lorelei burst out laughing the moment Pansy saw Millicent Bulstrode, the Slytherin girl unfortunately nicknamed ‘The Bull’ arrived in the Great Hall wearing the exact same dress. The look on her face was absolutely priceless. Lorelei had chosen that particular moment to make her descension down the steps with Theo. As soon as they did, everyone waiting in the hall looked to them, for one reason or another.

Pansy Parkinson was the first to see Lorelei Morrigan arrive at the Yule Ball with Theodore Nott, and absolutely hate her. Pansy lost her mind when she saw Lorelei in her perfect sage green grown, smiling. Lorelei’s grin widened when she saw Pansy’s reaction.

“It was her!” Pansy gasped. “She did this, I know she did this!”

Theo chuckled softly as he stood by Lorelei’s side, her arm wrapped around his. Lorelei slowly stepped toward Pansy, looking forward to her inevitable meltdown.

“Lorelei, you foul bitch!” Pansy screamed, as everyone began to look.

Blaise Zabini was struggling with stifling his laughter as he stood beside Crabbe and Goyle.

“And what, exactly, did I do this time?” Lorelei wondered smugly.

“You did this!” she yelled, looking down at her dress angrily.

“I am many things, Pansy, but I’m certainly not responsible for your horrible fashion sense,” she remarked, eliciting a few snickers from their captive audience.

“Don’t you fucking pretend, you told Bulstrode to get the same dress as me!” Pansy shrieked. “No one here goes to the boutique I went to!”

“Because it’s cheap-looking,” Lorelei told her.

“You’re just jealous of me! You’ve always been jealous!” Pansy cried, practically jumping up and down. “Jealous, jealous, jealous!”

“You’re right,” Lorelei sighed, “I’ve always wanted to look like an obese cupcake.”

Even Theo had to cover his mouth.

“Admit it, Pansy,” Lorelei said softly, “You’re the one who’s obsessed with me. Not the other way around.”

Pansy scoffed in disbelief, stammering nervously as she tried to come up with something to say. “I’m not obsessed with you! Why would I be obsessed with you?!” she snarled.

“How should I know?” Lorelei demanded. “You’ve always tried to make me seem lesser than you. You were never my friend, you just wanted me to make you look good. But I looked good, so you tried to get rid of me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, you pathetic slag!” Pansy lashed out.

“Pansy, let’s keep things friendly, hmm?” Theo reminded her, stepping in only to reign in the scene that was unfolding.

“Oh, stay out of this, before you end up dead like your mother!” Pansy snapped at him.

Everyone around them seemed horrified by her crude remark, but Lorelei, who knew Theo better than anyone, just chuckled excitedly as she awaited his retaliation. Lorelei looked up at Theo, who seemed more than eager to put her in her place.

“That’s fair,” Theo said softly, before anyone else stepped in, “My mother’s an easy jab… It is rather funny that she’s dead, isn’t it?”

Everyone stood in the hall dead silent as he spoke, too afraid to say much.

“But, hey,” Theodore remarked, laughing lightly, “At least my mother never fucked her brother, right?” he questioned.

Everyone waiting in the hall, including Lorelei, let out a burst of involuntary laughter as Pansy’s face fell. It was Lorelei’s turn to cover her mouth as she and Theo stood there, victorious.

“Remember, Parkinson,” Theo laughed coldly, “I can find out more than where you get your clothes.”

Pansy was about to scream, to say the least.

“Oh, you just wait, Theodore Nott!” she wailed. “You just wait until my date comes—”

“Oh, if your date’s coming, we’ll leave,” Theo promised, “I’ve heard you have cousins that used to be Death Eaters!”

For once, Pansy was the joke of Slytherin House, as she should have been. Plenty of laughs broke out in the hall, cackled and guffaws from girls and boys and Slytherins and Gryffindors alike. The laughter slowly died down as someone else came up behind Theo.

“Come on, now. Can’t we all be friends?”

They and Lorelei both turned, watching as Draco entered the hall. Much to Lorelei’s surprise, he stopped at Pansy’s side, pressing a chivalrous kiss to her hand. Draco grinned as his eyes stopped on Lorelei, as if to make some sort of point. She was seething as she realized that Draco certainly seemed to have decided who he wanted as his date, and it wasn’t her, despite all the promises he’d made to her. Whatever consideration Lorelei had given to his proposal, it disappeared the moment she saw him smiling as he pressed his forehead to Pansy’s.

Despite not knowing what his feelings for her were, Lorelei could see that this newfound affection for Pansy was clearly a lie. She gritted her teeth and said nothing, hiding the look of contempt on her face as she aligned herself with Theo as he decided it best they leave.

“Come on,” Theo said, looking down at his girlfriend. “Tonight’s a celebration. Let’s not let anything, or anyone, so inconsequential ruin our special night.”

“No,” Lorelei agreed, taking one last look at Draco.

He met her eyes still with a haughty grin on his face, which hardened swiftly as he was met with a cold glare. He knew he should’ve dropped dead in that moment.

-

Chapter Twelve

[oneknightstand-if]

How would the RO react to MC being a Cuddle monster as in they hug them will their sleeping and any suddent movement that isn't due to sleep, makes them react like an Army Veteran after hearing fireworks.

Merlin: Doesn't actually sleep and has THINGS THAT MUST BE DONE so will be escaping (in ephemeral form) from the MC's cuddle grasp after they've fallen asleep. So no violent wake-up scenes here unless someone else went to wake the MC up later on.

Adrian: *has probably been repeatedly punched in the face by MC waking up violently at this point, no that still hasn't stopped the cuddling*

Arthur: .....oh boy, he's a literal warlord, so if he wakes up suddenly to MC's violent movement, he's going for his sword, so MC & him will probably be having a sideways freakout before everything calms down again. Those two might not be sharing a bed for very long.

Percy: Nude wrestling. That's all I'm gonna say.

4̵0̵4̵ ̵E̶r̷r̸o̶r̸ ̵N̴o̵t̸ ̶F̸o̷u̶n̸d̴: Yes, that would be the reasonable way to wake up around them.

Cassandra: Someone is getting kicked out of the bed the first time they end up punching her in the face.

Gwen: *is probably hiding under the bed after all this happens*

Vivian: Also one of those who can escape the MC's cuddle grasp due to... being water and everything. She's also used to lovers waking up screaming and such, so this is business as usual.

Lorelei: She's quite understanding of someone waking up this way due to her own personal experiences and should be able to wrangle down the keyed up MC without anyone getting hurt.

Broderick: OH MY GOD MC WHAT THE EVER-LIVING-*^$&?!?!

[wyverewings]

Gonna post a sort of story based on a batshit insane Pokémon headcanon I have

And it’s all based on this pic

Yes, you’re reading it right, my brain connected some weird ass dots. And I’ve even made a backstory for them in my brain which I’ll read now!

(just to clarify since some of my moots were confused: Latiaos canonically are a proper species with multiple specimens, there are mentions of them having flocks in the Pokédex and in the Japanese version of the Heroes movie it’s directly shown theres multiple of them. A lot of you probably know but this is just for those who don’t)

So! Pretty much all of my Pokémon stuff is set in the same universe, which I’m calling the Therianverse because a good amount of the protagonists in the stories are shapeshifting Pokemon who take human form

One of the main things in this AU is that pretty much all Pokémon are unambiguously sapient, and also are allowed to be trainers.

Now that I’ve explained how this universe works, I’ll talk about these fellas

In the Sevii Archipelago, there lived a couple, named Melusine and Luster. Sometimes, they would visit towns for a bit before disappearing for a while, then visiting different towns. They were kind folks, so they were a welcome sight whenever they appeared. One could always recognize them by the mysterious orbs they wore on wrist bracelets, but no one could’ve known that these were in fact, the key to their disguises.

The orbs, properly known as Soul Dew, were objects with amazing magical powers, including the ability to shapeshift. The couple were in fact Latiaos, flying from island to island. Of course, this probably wouldn’t have changed most people’s opinions that much, but the couple did have reason to worry…

At one point, they would disappear for a much longer time than usual. In fact, this time was years. People thought that they would have left, of course. But they hadn’t. They still disguised themselves, though, they needed to keep their children safe, after all.

The twins were to stay home, for they didn’t get the grasp of shapeshifting for a while. Their parents were happy to help, though, and soon enough, they would go out to meet the world. The parents would “return”, this time with their children, and the story that they had moved to raise their children elsewhere.

The children were very much adored by the townsfolk, and led happy lives with their parents. So it was a bit of a shock when their parents would have a second pair of babies.

They weren’t particularly excited about this new development, worried that they wouldn’t be as loved anymore. Of course, their parents would assure them that they were okay, but the children wouldn’t accept this.

At some point, the parents would actually leave to meet with their friends far away. The children and the townsfolk knew it wasn’t for long though, especially since they said that they’d only be gone for a few days.

When a few days passed by, they didn’t return.

When a week passed by, they didn’t return.

When a month passed by, they didn’t return.

Of course, the worst was assumed. Their children were especially hurt, not helped by the fact that they would have to raise their siblings. Fortunately, some of their family friends offered to help them raise the new siblings.

Just under a year later, the new children would hatch, and were given the Soul Dews that their parents had made before their birth.

Seven years would pass. The two older children had found their names (AN: in this au, pokemon culture has pokemon name themselves rather than their parents do so): Lucian and Lorelei. They were around 17 years of age, two years after one could legally become a Trainer. Neither was particularly interested in the prospect, as they still had to help raise their little siblings. And their siblings were starting to become clawfulls with their mischief and curiousity.

So at night, the little siblings had begun a routine of flying around at night when people wouldn’t see them. (Their big siblings knew because y’know, psychics, but couldn’t really stop them from that) But one night, they flew all the way into morning, when there were people to see them… Specifically, Team Rocket.

Suddenly, they were struck by something, and fell from the sky. When they realized what had happened, they tried to escape, but one had been hit by a Sticky Web and couldn’t move themself. So their twin would help them get out, leaving themself vulnerable to capture.

One escaped from the web. The other didn’t return home.

The elder siblings had a feeling something like this would happen, but they at least hoped that it would involve both of the twins returning and them getting a lecture. But a lecture would be too cruel now. They had to do something. They knew their little sibling would be safe with their caretakers and understand to be careful. They would set off in the dead of night to rescue their lost sibling.

This, however, was still a cruelty to the sibling who was abandoned, they had thought their siblings hated them so much that they didn’t want to deal with them anymore. And for several years, they would live in guilt… until they received a mysterious vision.

There’s more to the story, but that’s the basic backstory. Fortunately all the siblings have nicer lives now, Lorelei became part of the Kanto-Johto Elite Four and retired, Lucian stayed on the Sinnoh E4, Will escaped kidnapping (though losing two of his eyes in the process) and would become part of the Kanto-Johto E4 once Lorelei retired, and Anabel would reunite with her twin and also make amends with her elder siblings (though it did kinda generally make them bitter) and also joined the Hoenn Battle Frontier, and also is Looker’s assistant with his detective stuff, though that’s more relevant to the Sun/Moon part of this AU.

For some clarification: the parents are probably dead, haven’t quite figured that out yet. Also I had the idea that Latiaos can change their scale color depending on their gender identity, and since Will and Anabel are nonbinary they’re purple :]

[thegoldenharp]

How would the ROs react to a fake-out make-out situation?

lorcan: in his element, definitely plays up to the scenario but would be a little dismissive afterwards to maintain boundaries (depending on what stage this happens in, he may act a little more defensively or in a hostile manner - he’s actively trying to avoid getting feelings for someone)

robin: very sensitive, checks in with mc to make sure they’re alright with it - very gentle, very romantic, and they’re very gentle with mc afterwards - would be the most likely to want to talk to mc about it afterwards.

gray: it’s very awkward and they’d only accept if there was genuinely no other option. their lips are soft but that’s about it - very firm kiss, hands grasping mc’s clothes, as quick as possible. would definitely avoid mc afterwards - if they’re in a crushing situation, they might be more likely to write mc a note apologising for their actions.

grace: very stiff and wooden at first, sinks into the moment after a few seconds; very flushed afterwards, obviously stares at mc throughout the rest of the “day”, to the point where she will miss entire conversations.

lorelei: gets very into it, tongue and teeth, and will be very put-out at the thought of having to continue the rest of the “mission”

anthony: gentle, sensual, enjoys the moment - but then is immediately awkward afterwards.

derya: wouldn’t do it - they’d kind of position themselves to insinuate that it’s happening? but they wouldn’t want to engage with something like this. they’re always very intentional when romancing someone, and they wouldn’t want their probable first kiss with someone to be under false pretences.

[moviesludge]

Monsters:

The Loreley's Grasp (1973)

Arachnid (2001)

The Being (1983)

The Kindred (1987)