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inlovewithpandora · 7 months ago

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ꕥ — Found Someone Better / The End Of An Era

Artists — Jake x Neytiri x fem!avatar!reader

Genre — Chapter One

Lyrics — The beautiful relationship you use to have with your mates in the beginning has become loveless. Their horrible treatment toward you drove you into making the hardest decision of your life: running away.

Music Advisory — Pre-Atwow, Angst, hurt w/o comfort, sprinkles of fluff (with Lo’ak), ooc Jake, ooc Neytiri, dying marriage (that ends in implied divorce/breakup) implied/light scenes of domestic violence, implied emotional/physical abuse, mentions of manhandling, controlling!Jake, mean!Jake, mean!Neytiri, implied neglect, Kids are aged-down: Tuk - 1 / Lo’ak, Kiri, and Spider - 7 /Neteyam - 8

Some of the topics above are considered triggering to some. If you don’t agree with any of the content above or it makes you uncomfortable please dni! You’re responsible for your own consumption!

Duration — 4.3k

Index — ‘itan - son / yawntutsyìp - darling / mawey - calm

Words From Artist — The first chapter of the series is finally here! I’m so excited to start this series because this idea has been brewing for a while! This story will take you on an emotional roller coaster so grab some tissues, get ready to be upset at certain situations, smile at the happy moments, and smirk during the spicy scenes! I hope y’all enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions! With that being said let the story begin!!

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As you sit in front of the cooking fire, stirring the pot of food you’re serving for lunch, you look up and see Neytiri sitting on Jake’s lap as they work on weaving a blanket together. Their laughs echo through the room and you can see them stealing kisses from each other every few minutes which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. You haven’t always felt this way about your mates, your heart wasn't always filled with hate from how affectionate they are towards each other, but over the years this is what your relationship has gradually become: them being in their own world while you sit on the sidelines feeling alone.

In the beginning of your relationship, you felt love from them, probably Neytiri more than Jake, but nonetheless it was present. When you made the decision to become their mate, you left the comfort of the lab and fully emerged yourself into the Na’vi lifestyle and that included the soul transfer to permanently become one with your Avatar body. You loved being a scientist, but you loved being with your spouses more, so you put that aspect of your life on hold to explore a deeper relationship with them.

You knew they had an established relationship prior to you coming into the picture, and you were fine with that because they were always loving and kind towards you, but now they’re too consumed with each other to show you any sort of affection. When you first started noticing Jake and Neytiri not wanting to be intimate with you, you assumed it was because they were stressed or tired from their duties as Olo’eyktan and Tsakarem, plus having to take care of four entergetic children. However, one day while you were walking in the forest, collecting fruits to prepare as a side dish for lunch, you witnessed Jake and Neytiri having sex in a clearing of grass, his hands gripped tightly around her waist as he thrusted into her from behind as moans of pleasure spilled from Neytiri’s lips.

Watching your mates indulge in acts of sexual pleasure without you made you feel a tinge of pain that was indescribable. Knowing that your partners, the people who were supposed to love you the most, no longer saw you as sexually appetizing and felt the need to sneak around made your stomach turn into knots. Deep down you always felt like you should say something, tell them that you caught them during their private rendezvous, but you decided to keep quiet because you didn’t want a conflict to arise and make your living situation worse than it currently is.

No matter how hard you thought about it and replayed all the memories in your head about different stages of your relationship, you could never figure out when or why their love for you faded. Sometimes you would think about separating from them and moving on with your life, but you tolerated their behavior because of your children, not wanting them to grow up in a broken home.

While grinding a few herbs to season your food with, you hear the sound of small feet running in the marui, making a small creep on your face, already knowing who it could be. “Mama!” Lo’ak shouts in excitement while he runs up to you and wraps his arms around your neck, happy to see you after a long day.

“Hi, baby, how was your day?” You ask as you plant a kiss on his cheek, wanting to hear everything about his day so far. Lo’ak was your biological son, you gave birth to him a year after Neytiri had Neteyam. Lo’ak is your pride and joy, when you gave birth to him you felt like he was your physical heart on display. Knowing that this little boy came from your womb made you want to be the best mother to him, so that’s what you’ve done ever since he took his first breath.

When Lo’ak opens his mouth, ready to give you a spiel about his day, Jake’s voice begins to bounce off the walls of the marui, already deciding to start a sense of chaos. “Lo’ak! Stop talking and go do your chores around the house!”

“But I was-”

“Now, boy! Don’t talk back to me!” Lo’ak’s ear flattens against his head and the light of excitement in his eyes dims. When he was on the way home, he was compiling so many stories together in his head, so many things happened and he couldn’t wait to tell you every second of it, so when his father denies him the chance, it makes him deeply upset.

You don’t like seeing Lo’ak like this, a downcast expression and sad eyes, so you decide to pull him closer to you so you could tell him something that you know for sure would lift his spirits. “Don’t be sad, ‘itan. When you finish, me and you will go out and I’ll take you to your favorite pond to play in.” You could tell he’s back in his happy boyish mood when his frown turns into a smile and his head pops up from him staring at the ground. “Okay!” He replies in the quietest tone possible before running off to his chores so you both can go on your adventure.

When you watch him disappear to another part of the marui, Kiri and Neteyam greet you with a hug and a few kisses, telling you how much they missed you and how they were ready to come home. Once they finish talking to you they start playing in the center of the room which makes your eyebrow raise in a confused manner, wondering why their father hasn’t sent them to complete their current duties around the house like their younger brother. “Jake, why aren’t they doing anything?”

“‘Cause they don’t need to, they’re fine.” His harsh tone doesn’t phase you, he’s used it one too many times before, so you're used to it by now. Jake has always treated Lo’ak differently than the rest of the children, no matter how much Lo’ak tried to get his father to interact with him, he would always decline. He showed his other children more love and affection, taking them out to play and carving them wooden toys, but for Lo’ak, he didn’t do any of those things and sometimes not even your other mate. It never made sense to you why he or Neytiri treat Lo’ak that way, he’s such a sweet and innocent boy and he doesn’t deserve that type of treatment. Since they’re emotionally negligent, you always make it your mission to pour love and affection into Lo’ak’s life to fill in the areas they lack.

Instead of telling Jake how you feel about his way of handling things, you just sit back and bite your tongue, not wanting to start an argument with the kids in the room. All you could do is shake your head at his cold demeanor and how Neytiri is just sitting there like what just happened is okay. When Jake turns his attention from you and looks back toward Neytiri, you can see his facial expression soften; he looks more calm with Neytiri, he acts as if she’s his only mate, the only love of his life and that’s what makes you want to scream and cry at the same time. Just seeing them interact with each other makes you wonder how the hell your once loving relationship turned into this.

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Jake and Neytiri took the older kids into the village so they could go to their young warrior training to learn and practice the basics about Na’vi life. Therefore, you’re currently home taking care of Tuk, watching her walk around the marui while babbling in her baby language that only she can understand. The sun starts to set and you see Tuk starting to get sleepy, little yawns coming from her mouth as her tiny hands rub her eyes. “Is my little one tired?” You ask as you scoop her up off the floor and cradle her in your arms. She responds to your question with a cute nod, looking up at you with her big golden eyes making your heart melt. You lay her gently down in her wooden crib before pulling her woven blanket over her and kissing her goodnight.

When you close the privacy curtain to the makeshift doorway, you see your family walking inside. Your eyes focus on how Jake has his hand wrapped around the back of Lo’ak’s neck, making you wonder what’s going on between them. When Jake roughly lets go of him, Lo’ak runs to you with tears in his eyes, making your protective instincts arise. “What’s wrong, ‘itan?” You bend down to his eyes level, wanting to figure out what was the cause of his tears. When you see a few drops of clear liquid trickle down his face, you take your thumb and wipe under his eyes. “Talk to me, yawntutsyìp. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Me and Ne-Neteyam were taking turns shooting the bow he made and when it was m-my turn, I broke it. It was an accident, but dad got mad and yelled at me.” As he tells you what happened, he sniffles in between every few words, his chest rises from trying to stifle his tears, and by looking at how his tail is tightly curled behind his body, you could tell what happened between him and his father frightened him.

You immediately pull him into your embrace, wrapping your arms around his body so you could soothe him, wanting to make him feel safe and comfortable. “Mawey, it’s okay, Lo’ak. I know you didn’t mean to break it and your father does too, he just… gets angry sometimes.” You rub his back, letting his head rest on your shoulder so he could relax. While continuing to calm Lo’ak down, you see Jake sitting at the wooden table working on something that’s related to his duties. Clearly he could see how upset Lo’ak was and he just sat there as if nothing was happening.

Watching Lo’ak come to you with tears in his eyes and viewing Jake treat Lo’ak roughly made an anger that’s been building up for years beg to be released. You’ve been wanting to give Jake a piece of your mind for a long time and tonight you’re finally pissed enough to make your feelings known. “Go in your room and wait for me. I’ll come in a little bit okay?” Lo’ak nods his head in response and before he turns to walk away, you kiss his forehead and let him know that you love him.

Seeing you send Lo’ak to bed made Neytiri follow suit, deciding to walk Neteyam and Kiri into their sleeping area, giving you the perfect opportunity to talk to your so called husband. “Jake, I need to talk to you.”

The man wasn’t in any mood to converse, especially when he’s in the middle of creating new trade strategies, so when he hears your statement he grumbles under his breath before deciding to respond, barely giving you a sliver of his attention. “What?”

“I’ve tried to stick this marriage out for as long as I can, but I can’t do it anymore. I want out of this, Jake.”

When the sentence falls into the air, Jake’s face scrunches up and his eyebrows raise. He doesn’t like a thing you just said, so when it finally registers in his mind, he abruptly stops what he was doing and walks over to you. “Leave? You’re not leaving this marriage, we are mated for life!” He growls, towering over your frame that was smaller compared to his. He wasn’t going to let you leave because if you left, the clan would look at him as insufficient, not being good enough to keep his mate and he wasn’t going to let you ruin his reputation.

“Why not? You and Neytiri don’t even show me any attention anymore, you both act as if I mean nothing! You do everything together and nothing with me and I’m not going to stay in a dead marriage!” You shout at him, causing Neytiri to come out and see what was going on. “And I don’t appreciate how you treat Lo’ak, I’m not going to keep letting you be mean and rude towards our child!”

“Mean?” He scoffs as if you offended him by your remark, his tail begins to thrash behind him as he bares his teeth. “You’re lucky I even got you pregnant! If I wasn’t drunk that night you wouldn’t even have him!” At this particular time in your marriage Jake had recently started falling out of love with you, the only way he could stomach having sex with you —when it was happening— was drinking a few cups of fermented fruit beforehand and on the night of conception there was a clan celebration so he indulged in hefty amounts of alcohol. “I didn’t even want a child with you, I just fucked up one night.” Jake doesn’t have any empathy for how his actions affected you, past or present. His face holds zero emotion and in his twisted mind, he doesn’t see anything wrong with his actions.

When his confession resonates, it finally clicks. The reason he treats Lo’ak like shit is because he didn’t even want him. Knowing that the man you loved didn’t want to create a child with you like you always thought he did makes your chest tighten with feelings of anger. Not only does that piss you off, but the fact that he happily gave Neytiri two children makes your head spin. “You bastard, I can’t fuckin’ believe you!” The volume of your voice raises as you place your hand on Jake’s chest, shoving him to try and release some of the raging aggression that was coursing through your body.

Before you can speak another word or angrily put your hands on Jake again, Neytiri stands in front of you, putting space between you and Jake. “Don’t touch him!” She hisses, now placing her hands on your chest, giving you a subtle threat. You’re taken aback at Neytiri being fierce toward you, not understanding why she’s upset with you and not with Jake. By her not reacting, it only means one thing: she knew about what he had done.

“Did you know Jake felt that way? Were both of you in fuckin’ cahoots or something?!” You hiss back at her and show your fangs, giving her the same energy she’s emitting. You can’t believe she would do something like this, you could see Jake doing something like this, but Neytiri being a co-conspirator makes everything hurt ten times worse.

While you’re spewing insults at Neytiri, Jake’s blood starts boiling. He has already been fed up with you, but now since you are going at Neytiri, he decides that he’s finally sick of you and your ‘dramatics’ as he calls them. He places himself in front of you and grabs your chin, pressing his fingers into your skin, tilting your head upward so you could look him in the eye. “I’m gonna say this one time and it’ll be my last. You are not leaving this marriage, you will stay in this house, and take care of your son.” His callous fingers are digging into your skin, making your skin crawl with fear, worried about what he might do next.

“And don’t you ever talk back to me, I’m your Olo’eyktan and you will show me some damn respect!” He speaks through gritted teeth, and his eyes fill with a mix of disgust and aggression. The more he talks, the more he squeezes your face, making your lips pucker out. “You got that?” You nod your head as much as you could, not wanting to be defiant because you’re scared he might hit you like he’s done in the past. When Jake lets his anger get the best of him or he comes home from drinking with the warriors, he would take his frustrations out on you, always leaving you with a bruise or two and sometimes worse depending on his mood.

When he’s satisfied with your response he roughly releases you, pushing you against the wall of the marui. He doesn’t say another word, he just walks to another part of the marui with Neytiri trailing behind him. When they walk out of your line of sight, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding, followed by silent sobs. You don’t know how you got into this situation, trapped in a loveless relationship and feeling confined in the walls of your own home, but you were going to get yourself out of it by any means necessary.

As your warm tears continue to flow, creating liquid stains on your bra top, you hear the sound of a privacy curtain open. “Mama, Are you okay?” When Lo’ak’s voice rings through your ears, you hurriedly wipe your tears and force a happy expression on your face, not wanting him to see you in a saddened and distraught state.

You look up and see him peeking his head out the makeshift doorway which makes you chuckle at how cute he looks. “Yes, I’m fine, ‘itan. Come here.” You beckon and he comes walking toward you and sits on your lap. “How about I let you stay up a little longer tonight and I take you to play in the pond like I promised?” You ask while lightly poking his stomach, making Lo’ak erupt with giggles.

“Yayyy!” He stands up excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling your arm so you can stand up. You stand up and you begin to walk with him to the nearby pond that’s a few feet away from the marui. Once you get close enough, Lo’ak unravels his hand from yours and runs into the pond at full speed, splashing around in the water as his eyes filled with amazement as the bioluminescent fish swim around his feet. Seeing the smile etched on his face helps you make one of the toughest decisions you’ve ever made. You know it will be difficult, but it needs to be done, before matters escalate into something you can’t control.

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After that night with Jake, you started being more submissive than usual, doing anything and everything Neytiri and Jake ask while you waited for the argument to blow over. It took lots of self control and restraint to bite your tongue and not say anything to them but you kept your eyes on the prize.

It’s now a few weeks later and they’ve completely forgotten about the whole argument, which means it’s the perfect time for you to take Lo’ak and leave the forest. You’re sitting in the center of the marui, finishing up a newly woven blanket for Tuk while allowing the paste to dry on the handcrafted necklaces you made for Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider. When you finish the last stitch you hold up the blanket, admiring how nice the pattern came out. While looking at the blanket your eyes wander to the child sized jewelry on the floor next to you, making a saddened sigh leave your lips at the thought of these physical items will be how each of them will remember you. These pieces you made are special, the last gift the four of them will receive from you before you leave. You want to say goodbye to them in person, but you know that if you see their sad faces and tear filled eyes, you won’t be able to leave. All of them see you as their mother and you treat them as if they’re your biological children because that’s how much they mean to you.

You gather the gifts and place them on the wooden table along with two letters, one for the kids and one for Jake and Neytiri. The letter for the children contains heartfelt messages, telling them how much you love them and how you know that one day Eywa will guide them to wherever you decide to make you and Lo’ak’s new home. The letter to your now ex-mates is the complete opposite. You tell them how you’re tired of being treated like you hold no value, like the scum of the planet. All the built up emotions you felt over the years: invalidated, ignored, forgotten, and every negative emotion they made you feel you poured into your writing, wanting them to know how much pain and suffering they’ve caused you. You ended the letter with telling them that they can now have a happy live together with just the two of them because you’re done with them.

Looking at each object on the table makes everything feel more real, you were finally breaking yourself free from the restraints of Jake and Neytiri. You’re scared you might not be making the right decision, scared that everything wouldn’t be greener on the other side if you leave. You don’t know where Lo’ak and you are going to live yet, but you’re planning on flying in whatever direction the wind takes you.

As you notice the sun hiding behind the horizon you start packing essentials for the journey along with different keepsakes to remind you of your time with the Omatikaya. You pack quickly, wanting to leave before Jake and Neytiri come back home with Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. “Lo’ come on! We have to go!” You explained to Lo’ak yesterday that you both are going to leave and at first, he was sad, he didn’t want to leave his siblings, grandmother, or Spider, but when you explained that it would be better for you both to leave, he was able to understand in the best way a seven-year old could.

When you hear movement, you assume it’s Lo’ak, so you turn around but your eyes land on Mo’at which makes you nervous. You know she’s already witnessed you packing your things, so you stand up, trying to come up with an excuse, but before you speak, she puts her hand up, stopping you from conjuring up a lie. “I already know.” A few days ago she was given a vision from Eywa that you were leaving and Mo’at was here to settle your mind and tell you where you should make your new home.

“Mo’at, I don’t want to leave but I have to. I can’t handle the mistreatment and suffering anymore and I don’t want that to trickle down to Lo’ak.” As you continue explaining the reason behind your decision Mo’at nods with soft eyes, understanding why you feel compelled to leave. There have been multiple instances where you came to Mo’at’s marui in the middle of the night, riddled with bruises and fresh tears running down your face from a heated argument that turned physical with Jake and Neytiri. She hates that you had to endure their cruel treatment when you’re nothing but a good mate to them, so she is glad that you are finally leaving, even though she would miss you and Lo’ak.

“I understand, ‘ite, I will help you leave if that is what you wish.” Mo’at places her hand on your shoulder, taking in your presence since she knows that this will be the last time she’ll see you for a long time.

“I don’t know where me and Lo’ak should go. I want to leave in a few hours before everyone comes home, but I don’t know where to go. Pandora is so vast and I want to go somewhere that would be far away.”

“I know the perfect place for you to go. The Metkayina are Reef Na’vi and live in the Eastern Seas. If you travel beyond the sea you will find them and they will allow you to seek uturu among them. The journey will be long so I will help you prepare.” Mo’at begins to help you pack as she goes into detail about the people you will meet, what you will see, and most of all what to expect when you and Lo’ak arrive at Awa'atlu.

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After saying your goodbyes to Mo’at, exchanging words and hugs filled with love, you and Lo’ak make your way to the large tree where your ikran resides. “Hello, Hufwe.” You smile softly as you pet the creature, letting it rub its head against your skin. Once your ikran calms itself, you begin to strap your belongings along its back. “We must leave the forest and go far away.” You make Tsaheylu, connecting your queues and letting your ikran feel your emotions, hoping by making the connection, it would feel your sense of urgency about leaving.

Hufwe’s wings began to gain momentum and flap slowly, preparing itself for the journey ahead. You pick Lo’ak up and place him on the ikran’s back before jumping up and sitting behind him. Once you and Lo’ak were in a comfortable position you wrap a blanket around your bodies so you don’t get cold while flying. “Let’s go, Hufwe.” You pat the side of her neck, urging her to spread her wings and fly off into the almost nightly sky. In a blink of an eye you realize that you were soaring high in the clouds, so high that you could see the Hallelujah mountains, the place you used to reside in with your mates.

As you watch the forest grow smaller and smaller you could feel tears begin to blur your vision. You hate to leave the forest, but you know that this move is what you need to keep you and your son safe from the evils of Jake and Neytiri. Knowing that you could start a new life, have a fresh start, and give Lo’ak a better quality of life are the most important things to you right now and it makes uprooting your life worth it. Now things can get better, since you’re free from Jake and Neytiri, and maybe you'll have the chance to find someone better.

Next — Chapter Two

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queen-of-fanfics · 7 months ago

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I Told You To Stay pt.2 (NSFW)

Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader

Prompt: After chasing you down, Peter catches you in the forest and things get ... spicy

A/N: Hi!! So, I know it's been a year since the first part, but I felt inspired, and I love that you guys enjoyed it! THERE IS A SPICY SCENE AT THE END OF THIS PART! I indicated it in case anyone doesn't want to read some nasty; you can skip it. :) I don't ever do NSFW scenes, but I felt like this needed it.

I am expecting to write a part 3, but I was requested to make something angsty, so the next part will wrap up this little series, but not in a happily ever after. So if you want something sweet and happy, you can stop this little series with this part, but if you want something angsty, you can keep going to part 3 (whenever that comes out) and feel some sad girl summer. But enjoy this and let me know what you think! If y'all hate it, I'm deleting it... jk jk .....

I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

What a compromising situation you found yourself in. Arms pinned above your head, held against a tree staring up into some very angry, yet worrying, eyes, you can’t help but want to laugh at your position. Figures, this is what you get for slipping out the window and running into the woods like hell hounds were nipping at your heels. But in all fairness, your actions were warranted.

How else were you supposed to react when Peter brought you back to his secret cabin after spending a romantic night together and then suddenly, Wendy is at said so-called “secret cabin” calling him ‘baby’ and trying to rub up on him? Regardless of Peter’s denials, it’s hard to believe that truth when she was standing right in front of you.

“I thought I told you to stay,” Peter says in a threateningly calm voice.

“Let me go, Peter.” You tried to keep your voice calm, trying to seem nonchalant. You kept your face passive, but there was a war of emotions inside of you.

You felt hurt. Angry. Embarrassed. Betrayed. And as much as you were trying to suppress it, you felt …. yearning. Even through all this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. It skipped and leaped in happiness that he was here. That he came racing after you. That he came looking for you when Wendy was probably waiting for him back at the cabin. The thought of her cause a bite of anger to shoot through you.

“Go back to Wendy, Peter.” You clipped.

“I told you to stay.” His voice was deadly. Deadly to your nerves and deadly to your heart.

Squeezing your eyes shut and blowing out a breath of frustration, trying desperately to get a hold of your temper that you could feel rising. “Go back to your cabin, Peter. Let me go.”

“I told you to stay. All you had to do was stay.” He snarled right back as if you hadn’t said a word and he had the audacity to sound upset with you!

Your eyes shot open and in a burst of adrenaline, you yanked your hands free and shoved against his chest, blurting “Let me go! You lied! I trusted you! I trusted you when everyone else laughed at me and you lied to me!” Shock flashed in his face quickly before he was able to hide it. You have never lost your temper or shown an ounce of venom since you’ve arrived to Neverland.

You pushed at his chest and tried to shove up off the tree to make your escape, but he wasn’t budging. Instead of stepping back to give you the space you desperately wanted, he stepped into you. Your hands pressed against his chest and your back pressed into the tree. Your bodies were flesh against each other now.

“I have never lied to you, Y/N.”

Scoffing in disbelief, your rising temper spoke for you, “You said that you and Wendy weren’t together.”

“Again. I have never lied to you.” He growled.

“Oh really?” Your voice was dripping with sarcasm. “It didn’t look that way to me. My mistake. It definitely didn’t look like she was cozy in your place and on your body. Peter, I don’t know what game you’re playing but I don’t want any part of it. It looks like Wendy is already in the picture so I don’t want any part of this!”

“Y/N, would you please just listen to me. I’ll explain everything.”

“I’ve been asking you to explain! I’ve been asking for months and you’ve avoided giving me even an ounce of clarity and now is when you want to explain?! Now that I’ve seen things clearly with my own eyes? I’m supposed to have faith in my feelings towards you but I have to ignore the proof right in front of me? The pair of you are playing mother and father all over this island and I’m supposed to ignore that?!”

“It is not like that.” He snapped, his own frustration growing.

He went to grab your hands again but you batted them away. Pushing and shoving at his chest, you were desperate to get away. Feeling frantic, the anger you’ve been trying to smother was starting to bubble and rise to the surface. But now your feelings were out of control. Laying too close to the surface was your frustration, hurt, confusions and yearning. Somehow in all of this, your heart was still looking for him in the darkness. Feeling pinned and trapped, the frustration was bringing tears to your eyes.

“Just listen, Y/N-”

“Get off me!”

Fed up with your pats and pushes, Peter finally shoved your hands aside and firmly cupped your face. Bringing his forehead down to rest against yours, his fingers cradling the back of your head creating a warm cocoon of just you and him.

“My dear sweet, Y/N. Listen to me. I know asking you to put your trust in me is not a fair ask but I’m going to do it anyway. I have my reasons for keeping Wendy on this island, but I promise you, it’s not romantic. I have … suspicions about her that I need to resolve before I can decide what to do with her. But please just trust in me.” The sweetness of his soft voice and his request soaked into your heart the way watercolor soaks into fine paper. His softness and intimacy drained the fight from you, leaving you with only hurt.

Not wanting to fall for his tricks and continue this loop, you whisper, “Please don’t do this, Peter. These mind games, I-I-I can’t! I’m too tired and too weak to survive you. Please-”

But before you could tell him off, he interrupts, “I know it’ll sound like an easy excuse or some made up lie but I’m telling the truth. I’m going to need your trust because it’ll sound like I’m paranoid, but I promise, this isn’t some easy way out excuse…. just something isn’t right with her. And things haven’t been right since she’s gotten here. I can feel a change in Neverland, but I can’t figure out what she’s done. I’ve caught her rifling through my things and trying to follow me. I’ve been letting her and acting as though I haven’t noticed, but only so that I can figure out what she is trying to do. But that’s how she found my cabin before. I didn’t take her there and I didn’t tell her about it, but she knows about it because she followed me one night. I’m telling you the truth. Just let me figure out what is going on and I’ll get rid of her.” His voice was earnest, like he was being honest but there was a whisper of doubt in the back of your mind.

Maybe he was being truthful? But I haven’t noticed any changes in the island. But I guess I arrived around the same time Wendy did and didn’t know what it was like before. But he could also be lying just to keep me placated.

Sensing your doubts, Peter tilts your head up and plants his lips on yours. One of his hands slide to the back of your nape to hold you steady for his onslaught of your mouth. His mouth was soft and warm. Sweet and demanding. Fervent but nervous. A man yet still a boy.

Tears finally slip down your face as you went the unwanted relief that washed over you. How could you want this man so much, a man you weren’t even sure if you could trust, but needed desperately. A man that made you weak with want but afraid of the fall. Against your lips, he whispers, “Please, Y/N, please,” but his kisses never stop and your heart tugs with every quiver you could feel from his lips. What was he asking for? What else could he want from you? But whatever it was … you knew you would give it to him.

“Trust in me. I’m begging you, just trust in me. Let me show you. Come back to the cabin, I sent her away, you’ll see, she’s not there anymore.”

“It’s not just the cabin, Peter. It’s everything. She’s everywhere. I see you guys-”

“But have you ever seen me affectionate with her? Never. It’s never been like that. She might be donned the title of Lost Mother or whatever, but that doesn’t have any association to me. It’s all for the boys.”

“Peter-” He cut in before you could argue.

“Please. Just trust in me. Just enough so that I can prove it to you. Then decide for yourself, but for right now, just trust in me enough. Come back with me tonight. Don’t leave me.” And that was it. That was when your resolve broke and there was nothing you could do but pay heed to his request. With your heart in your throat, throwing caution to the wind, you return his kiss tenfold; letting your actions answer for you.

~~~ it’s nasty time, ladies and gentlemen ~~~~

Your hands cup his jaw and you push up on your toes, slanting your head to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth in invitation and he accepts instantly. His tongues rushes in to meet and dance with yours; a happy reunion. His groan of relief vibrates through your body and your core tightens in excitement. Squeezing your thighs together to find any sort of relief and you run your hands down his chest to grip the fabric of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer.

Suddenly, Peter reaches down and hooks his arms behind your thighs before hoisting you up, your back against the tree and your legs wrapped around his hip, only his body keeping you suspended. The dress that you were wearing rides up high on your thigh and the cold air swirls against your burning skin cause goose bumps were pebble in their wake. Peter uses his hips to keep you pin against the tree but that meant that your could feel his hard member resting against your sex.

Peter shoves his face into the crook of your neck and suckles and nibbles all along any exposed skin. His hands were gripping and kneading your ass as he was supporting your weight. Almost like he couldn’t help himself, Peter rocks his hips into yours pulling a gasp from you and a groan from him at the sudden delicious friction. “What have you done to me, Y/N? I can feel your grip on your mind and I can do nothing to stop you. You’ve bewitched me. All I could ever need is you, like this.” His whispered breath skates across your skin, burning your ears and curling your toes.

Giving him easier access to your skin, your eyes close and your head rolls to the side. Unbeknwnsts to you, this movement causes the strap of your dress to slip off your shoulders, the top of your dress falling slightly, giving Peter a perfect view of the tops of your breast. You felt one of his hands tease up your legs and in between your flushed bodies. He pulls your panties to the side and your feel his fingers delve into your folds. You let out a small whimper as he hits his mark, using your wetness, he swirls his expert fingers around your clit with ease. “Peter, please.” His name fell from your lips like a prayer, causing his to chuckle and you yelp in surprise as he plants a firm bite on your neck, causing threads of pleasure down your spine. Your breast felt heavy and achy with need, every pant from you causing your nipples to rub against his chest. Your hips are now rolling on their own accord, moving in time with his torturing fingers.

“You keep begging sweetly like that and I won’t be able to stop myself from taking you right here. I’m barely holding onto my reserve right now, Y/N. I want nothing more than to throw you down and have my fill of you. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll tell me to stop right now.”

Sighing dreamily, you tease, “Weren’t you the one who started this, hmm?” His movements slowed to a stop, and he simply held you for a long moment. Your heart felt like it was floating and soaring through the cloud, butterflies in your stomach as his breath fanned against your breast. “Yeah well … I’ve never been the reasonable one, have I?” You felt his smirk against your neck before it disappeared in his seriousness, “If you want me to stop, Y/N, you have to let me know now.”

“You’ll stop if I ask?” Your whisper was barely heard as it floated through the silent night.

He was silent for a moment before he responded, “I would. It would kill me but I would. I would do anything you asked of me, Y/N. I would steal the moon for you if you asked it of me. Please … just stay with me.”

Wrapping your arms around his head and shoulders, you envelop the precious bundle that was clingy to you like you were his life source. How could you deny him? Tilting your head towards him so that you lips ghosted over his ear, you whisper, “I need you, Peter. Are you going to make me beg?”

You let out a started gasp as he shot to life. Your hands falling away from him and bracing behind you against the tree as one of his hands shot down to undo his pants while the other ripped the top of your dress down the middle, leaving the two sides falling open and revealing your body to him. Your dress hung loosely, like a belt wrapped around your waist now, your breasts exposed to the cool air causing your nipples to pebble. Suddenly his naked cock was dragging between your wet lips as he rocked against you, coating it with your arousal. Peter pushed to have his body flush against yours again and his face back in your neck, one hand went back to your ass while the other grabbed and squeezed at your breast.

“Y/N. I need you. Hard and fast. I can’t think straight and having you like this is pushing me towards the brink of insanity. I can’t control myself right now.”

“Don’t hold back, Peter. I need you, just as you are.”

A pleasured cry and a “oh my god” was ripped from you when Peter lifted you and slid you the whole way down, taking his whole cock inside you until you were sitting flush against his thigh. “Oh, fuck, Y/N. My dreams are nothing compared to this.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you to milk his cock; using you to ride him. His arm flexing to lift you and his hips slamming up to meet you. His pace was brutal. His strength had you slamming down with a force that made your muscles squeeze and pulse with every thrust. Your cries were loud and obscene but his growls and grunt were feral; only causing you to react more frantically. Your hips your rolling to meet his thrusts and the strong kneading on your achy breasts and bites along your neck was almost too much to bare. In and out. In and out. Every slide and every slam sending pleasure to the tops of your head to the tips of your toes.

Then suddenly, his hand was there again, right on your clit with enough pressure that cause nearly painful pleasure. He continued to buck into you like a wild animal, your muscles clenched like a vice in satisfaction. He swirled and flicked with such precision as though he knew exactly what you felt and knew what you needed. Your head was swimming with arosual, your toes curling and your back arching against the rough texture on your back, cause little delicious scratches to scrape there. “Peter, I’m right there. Cum with me. I need you.”

He slammed his lips into yours, drinking in all your cries, and his efforts doubled, then all at once, he stilled and groaned into your mouth, and he shook and emptied into you. Sweaty and panting, you both held each other, desperate to catch your breaths. After a few calm and blissful minutes, Peter softly kisses your jaw and whispers, “Come back with me, Y/N. Stay with me.”

With your eyes closed, your head rolled back, and your smile pointing up towards the dark sky, you whisper, “Ok, Peter. Take me home.”

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I Told You To Stay Pt. 1

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greml1nb0i · 26 days ago

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Hazbin Hotel Rewrite [WIP- this is copy and pasted from my docs; this is old but i wanted to share it anyway]

Rewrite the Characters:

Original +opinions (ooo~ Spicy) :

Charlie - Princess of Hell, Daughter of Lucifer. Sheltered and Cheery.

I hate that she’s just Disney Princess coded. They could have used the whole sheltered route well but TBF we don't see that either. We see a weird rendition of that where everyone forgives her for her terrible actions but yet other characters like Husk and Angel Dust are somehow held to a higher sense of accountability for their actions?!

I also don’t believe whoever raised Charlie could keep her away from the ever growing and changing landscape of Hell. Like if you're going to be a Princess of anything its really important for the next heir to be well acquainted with their kingdom's landscape and history. At the very least talk to the locals and commonwealth.

Her design is...ok. It didn't change much from the pilot but tbh i liked her Pilot design, I feel like it makes sense for her to wear hints of red and white, but i wish they added more than just red, i feel like black or gold would have been better or even purple for Biblical accuracy of Pride.

Vaggie - Girlfriend to Charlie and protector of the Hotel, ex-Exorcist.

Why did they change the lore? Also why does it feel like the VA hated being there or was just given 0 directions. She sounds dull and plain except for when she’s sounding like she’s angry, which is 99.98% Of Vaggie’s emotions.

That, an amnesia apparently?! How does vaggie not remember the very weapon that cut out her FUCKING EYE that still makes no sense, like how tf her and Lucifer and even Husk have wings, if wings are going to be used for ANY character why make them seem important to Vaggie when Husk literally has wings, and Lucifer the supposed “fallen Angel” STILL HAS HIS?! Like why? How does this make sense?

Angel - FemBoy, Sex worker. Deals in Self destruction, self loathing and deep depression while also being flirty and promiscuous. Was in a Mafia family. 1940s timeline.

Trauma porn character and just a bunch of gay men stereotypes. As a survivor, his story doesn't hit the way its meant to. There's a good and bad way to show SA and Abuse and while they did it “eh” (im saying this loosely) at first, they were completely unrealistic and downright infantilizing at the end.

There's no way someone who just went through a beating, an having to almost get drugged and dragged out of bar, is going to forgive the same person who started the stupor in the first place- ESPECIALLY ON THE SAME NIGHT!!!!!

I FUCKING CANT WITH THESE WRITERS THINKING MENTAL HEALTH CAN BE SOLVED IN A 20 MIN EPSIODE, IS THIS A KIDS SHOW ABOUT FRIENDSHIP OR AN ADULT SHOW ABOUT CARTOON DEMONS IN HELL.

And don’t get me started on that terrible musical number, it’s just soft core rape in a cheery pop tune i fucking hate it!! It doesn't help that Raph, an SA fetishist STORYBOARDED THE DAMN SCENE

WHAT THE FUCK MEDRANO!?

Husk - Angry grump, bar keeper. Contracted to Alastor. Gambler. From the 1970 or 60.

The design is a character designer's worst nightmares come to life on the screen. Every furry from the early 2000s clutching their pearls in cringe. It screams “omg rawr xD uwu” era and i think we as a society are way past that, i figured a 30 something year old woman would be too.

[apparently it was her sisters OC that was put into the show, viv why?!]

Alastor - radio show host from the 30s. Cannibal. Half Creole. “Wendigo design”. Cocky and always smile but is "quite dangerous when provoked." [yea ok pal]

An OC from middle school that should have stayed in middle school. There is a reason so many OCs from artists' early childhood don't make it into their new and growing art style. Most of the time if you keep obsessing over the same OCs you stunt yourself on growing in your art. Tumblr Sexy Man is that exact thing. I like him in concept but, if he was drawn better and actually looked like a man from the 1900s and in his 40s,(or even a half creole man; that's supposedly a Wendigo) I'd have less to complain about. His concept is good and interesting, but its not the first or the last and Alastor def isn't the first. Also give that man a haircut please!

Nifty - Japanese-American. From the 50s Obsessive and a neat freak. Camera shy but psychotic.

I feel like this is just a racist stereotype waiting to be exposed. The “young psychotic Japanese girl” trope is so fucking old and repetitive that i cant vibe with a character like Nifty when i know her only purpose is to be used as comedy bait. It doesn't help that Viv didn't give Nifty almost any merch! Like WOW really showing favoritism over the merch sales and that is disgusting.

Sir Pentious - British inventor. Kinda an idiot but is a brilliant machinist.

We were robbed of a decent villain. I hate that he became part of the cast and became the first redeemed as if Angel wasn't there longer and started showing signs of Redemption sooner, like we got more Redemption scenes of Angel but like NONE of Pentious and we are supposed to believe this weird snake dude is redeemed just cuz he kissed a girl and got himself killed for nothing???? VIVZIE YOUR ASS WRITING IS ASS!!

Also he's a stolen Character...seems to be a trend for Viv..

Lucifer - King of Hell, Father of Charlie, Sin of Pride. Depressed and non-serious, deep self loathing. Complex of some sort. Short King.

He’s fine..i guess, i mean its freaking Jeremy Jordan VA-ing him…he kind fixes whatever is wrong with Lucifer character wise. [this is for very obvious reasons a joke, while re-reading this i realized some people might not know i'm being sarcastic,oopsies] He’s a terrible character for numerous reasons. He is kinda homophobic if you really think about that “i like girls too” line and then proceeds to call her “MAGGIE”; Lucifer feels like he is just there to satisfy Viv’s disney esque “daddy issues” type kink she has for “tragic characters and shitty dads” type characters.

Designs wise he trash. He looks like jeff the killer but blonde and drawn by your aunt who refused to go to art school

Cherri Bomb - Angels Friend. Arsonist. From the 60s(?). Punk rock.

Her design is literally traced and just the Addict design…the fans are just stupid. Also i dont like the fact that Viv EXPECTED viewers of her show, to have done homework on who the fuck Cherri is, cuz if you're a new watcher, and didn't read the fucking Vivziepop Bible, you wont know who tf she if or why you should even care about her.

Why is Angel hanging out with someone like this in the first place, You’d think because Angel is older and from a different time period he wouldn't vibe with Cherri?? But apparently Viv thinks a fem gay man from the 30s would be the best homie to a 20 yr old punk rock Aussie from the 60s, a whole 3 decades of time difference!! Tell us why and how they know each other!! How can these fundamentally very different people even vibe together!! Is it just cus "wow shared trauma of abusive lovers" cuz wow Viv.

(her entire design is also stolen soooooo~)

Mimzy - who?

This one also feels really fucking racist. Idk what it is with Viv but the jewish stereotypes of Mimzie are absolutely atrocious.

Fix:

Charlie - [TBD]

Vaggie - [TBD]

Angel - [TBD]

Husk - [TBD]

Alastor - [TBD]

Nifty - [TBD]

Sir Pentious - [TDB]

Lucifer -

Was an Angel with dreams, and took part in the Creation of All Things.

However Lucifer was too ambitious and went off course with the designs of Earth’s creatures, causing the other Angels to feel uncomfortable by him and his new creations.

While the Angels were tolerating him, he was allowed to visit the First Human, but in doing so felt that their lack of knowledge was unfair and so in hopes of helping the other Angels see things his way, he gave the Apple of Knowledge to Adam and Lilith.

This didn't go as planned though, Where Lilith became kinder and more empathetic, Adam however became more uptight, and acted as if he was better than Lilith.

Lucifer defended Lilith against Adam thus causing the Angels attention to be drawn. Seeing what Lucifer had done; Ultimately bringing evil (free will) into the world, They (strangely) cast Lucifer AND Lilith, as well as the creatures Lucifer had created to the dark void;

The Angels now would call it, Hell. Lucifer, home.

Lucifer would first land in Hell confused and depressed, Along with Lilith they both begin to freak out as they look into the dark, empty landscape in front of them. Feelings of bitterness begin to reside within Lucifer, that settled into a resilient sense of ignorant Pride.

Lucifer’s Creations -

The demons and most of the Hellborns. Lucifer is treated as the Divine Judge of Hell, His punishment is having to witness all the evil that had been created due to him and He in turn must turn what could never be, into another one of his creations. Though he is given it a process. He has given up on making anymore Hellborns due to them fixing that themselves. Demons that are specifically Dead Humans (The Sinners).

Sins -

All of the Sins were once creatures created by Lucifer that began to Form into The 7 Deadly Sins. However the rest of these creatures evolved into lower ranks and a hierarchy was formed. With the Sins and Lucifer being at the top.

The 7 are special creatures that Lucifer held a special fondness to in particular. More so than some of the other Creations. Each of these Sins were given a mission after the fall and were subsequently turned into the Sins by the Angels, who felt they deserved the same punishment, if not worse, as Lucifer. Forcing each of the Sins to work as their prince/princess of their specific ring unless they want their entire existence to cease. They rather that not happen.

The angels cursed all the sins, and Lucifer himself. that if they ever stop their torment they will cease to exist. Angels thought this was humane but didn't realize or rather didn't care that much at the time how barbaric it actually is.

Dubbed the Curse of the Angels or Angels Kiss

(play on Kiss of Death where whomever Death kissed is marked for death,

here the Sins were “kissed” by the Angels and a “kiss” was once used to symbolize a curse or bad omen onto another)

their "death" however is more than they evaporate into nothing

its their very minds and bodies slowly begin to deteriorate painfully to the point of being empty husks. No expression, No emotions, No sense of self. Nothing. Their consciousness and personality essentially gets erased entirely.

Premise IDEAS for Rewrite:

Sinners go through character arc delving into their issues that lead to each one's Redemption

Heaven gets upset over the rise of redemption in Sinner

Earthly Denizens of Heaven/ “winners” attack the Hotel

The Sinners and the Staff defend the Hotel

Heaven’s attackers are turned fallen.

{END}

so i started this almost a year ago, it was right when i really started to dislike Viv and Helluva Flop Boss. If you wanna give a suggestion on what you think could make this better go for it. It's a WIP- so any advice is welcome and appreciated!!

#this is an old draft #hazbin critical #anti hazbin hotel #vivziepop critical #anti vivziepop #im still working on it

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monster-match-if · 4 months ago

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Is the mc human? What will we be able to customize?

MC is human, but I'm thinking of maybe letting you choose if your MC wants to transform into a vampire or werewolf towards the end. And maybe the option to discover they can do magic (witch/warlock/mage type). This will happen maybe in the last week of the show. You'll be able to customize MC's appearance (skin, hair and eye color as well as height and body type... tattoos, piercings, freckles, glasses/ contact lenses.) I'm not entirely sure if I want to add a beauty option (like if MC sees themselves more/less attractive than the other contestants), but they will always be alluring to the ROs, obviously, lol. I'll get back to this in Chapter/Day 2.

You will have to choose between male and female MC. The game won't specify if MC transitioned or not, but the respective body parts will be used in the spicy scenes and will probably be reflected in the clothing options as well, though there will always be at lest 3 options varying from prude to skimpy - and I'm always open to suggestions for these. I suppose I could always add at least one more gender non confirmative option🤔 Neither MC nor the others will be grouped into Women vs Men activities/challenges, it will always be by couples or decided by the public (aka me😂). I think the only route where this will be slightly relevant is Ragnar's (werewolf) since there will be talk about eventually staring a family, so all F MCs that can't or don't want kids (biological, surrogate or adopted) will be locked out of the romance from this one route only.

I also kinda wanna add that I will not be changing this (MC binary sex or Ragnar's sexuality). This is a side-side-side project of mine and I'm already codding a bunch of stuff that were not in the original plan I had for this story. If I had more time, I would. I'm also thinking of making the game downloadable once finished and let anyone add/change upon it whatever options they want. If anyone will want to code/write different customizations or routes or just check the code or have it as a template for their own stories, I'm fine with it.

I haven't gotten to the coding yet, but I'm thinking of adding pronouns as well. The only issue is I HATE 'they' from a purely codding standpoint cause then I have to code all the freaking verbs I use to plural for this one set of pronouns that I'm not even sure if anyone uses in game... I'm thinking of letting everyone customize their pronouns, as well as change them whenever from the Profile tab, with the added note that all verbs will just be in singular form when referring to MC. Again, I'm sorry, it just takes time and patience, things I'm lacking more and more.

Personality wise, there will be 3 options: The Sweetheart - timid and, well, sweet The Charmer - friendly, average flirt, cracking jokes here and there The Flirt - very bold, very flirty

These will never lock per se, but the highest stat will always trigger some flavor text. But they are a bit separate from the actual romance choices (MC can be a sweetheart and still initiate things, but it will probably be mentioned they are not so bold otherwise, or a complete flirt and still get shy in some instances). There will also be a few choices where MC can follow their emotions/ heart, or logic/ brain.

I think I got everything and then some 😂

#thank you so much for the ask!#anon ask #MC customization #char: MC #monster match #Monster Match IF #twine interactive fiction #interactive fiction

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dont-blame-it-on-the-kids · 2 months ago

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50 Random Character Asks: Mako

OH MY GOD this took me 4 hours sitting down lmao

here you GO lins underway i am not accepting anymore FULL Asks but if you have a few numbers (up to 10) and a character i will accept those

1. Canon I outright reject

All of book 2 my fucking god. The whole love triangle never happened. He found Rina, and he fell in love. They’re married and pregnant with the twins in book 3

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

His wife and twins, foreverrrrrrr

3. Obscure headcanon

He turned into the unofficial handyman for his apartment and is always helping when plumbing goes wrong or when the aircon units go haywire

4. Favorite line

I like any line where he's pointing something ONLY HE noticed out like it was obvious and just being a good detective. (also those cheesy cop lines he was practicing lmao)

5. Best personality trait

That hes pretty willing and ready to face challenges head on

6. Worst personality trait

Hes so stubborn and thick headed i love it

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

Hes like 18-22 throughout the show

I think he’s 6ft 5inch

Idk weighs probably a little underweight in book 1 cuz street rat probender, but after then lin gets him set up in an apartment and she and kya along with asami just make sure he’s got food stocked.

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I know its not mako specific but I hate Wu*ko I HATE IT

9. Scene that first made me love (or hate) the character

Him getting work at the electric plant ONTOP of being a probender, a part of the Krew, and trying to keep bolin from trouble. True big sibling activities.

10. Best moment on screen (or in the book)

I really like the scene where he fights the red lotus in zaofu. He does a good job.

11. Faceclaim for the role

Chai Hansen

12. Crack headcanon

He’s allergic to Lychee nuts but thinks Lychee juice is supposed to be spicy.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done

If we’re looking at canon he fumbled BOTH Korra and Asami, my mans,

14. Most heroic moment

Honestly I know end of book 4 was a big moment for him but I think he was a hero LONG before with keeping him and Bolin safe on the streets and as out of trouble as they were.

15. Worst thing they’ve ever done

Godddddd that good intentions but ruining the investigation in book 2 i CANNOT dont get me started

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

He hates bolin, he hates that bolin doesnt remember their parents well, he hates that he had to raise him, he hates that bolin gets to be irresponsible while he had to grow up at 8 to make sure they were okay. He loves his brother, he really does, but when he’s no longer responsible for bolin mako refuses to accept the relief that comes with that for a while.

17. Quotes, songs, poems, etc. that I associate with them

Can't Go Wrong by Phillip Phillips

Sleeping In by All Time Low

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

Everything for reall like his parents being murdered infront of him batman style, to raising bolin, to having every adult that new him before we did in the show was abusing him (i.e. the probending owner taking his entire winnings, the triad they worked for when he was younger. My boy had it ROUGH)

19. Vices/bad habits

I think he picks up smoking honestly. I think he’s been smoking since he was like 11 with the triad and he doesnt let bolin know but he hasnt been able to kick the habit.

20. Scars

I think he's got a few thinner like knife and burn scars before the explosion scarred up his arm.

21. Drink of choice (not just alcoholic)

Milk

22. Best physical feature

Cheekbones lmao the cheekbones in that show are insane

23. If they were a scented candle, what would they smell like?

You know that moment when someone throws pine needles on the fire? And its pine and charcoal and fire and smoke. Yeah, maybe like that.

24. Most annoying habit

Sleeps with socks on

25. 3 things they’d want to take with them if they were dropped off in the middle of nowhere

Some money, a map, and his scarf he’ll make his way home lmao

26. What they would do if stuck in an elevator with [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

Dont matter who hes with hes gonna get them all out lmao

27. Their guilty pleasure

Wood carving, he doesnt think it’s a useful use of his time and as the unofficial handyman in his apartment he’s usually rather busy.

28. How they feel about [insert character of your choice from the same fandom]

🤷idk i depends on the person lmao

29. Eating habits

Bad, bad bad until he meets rina. He gets like A cup o noodles in mid day and mostly survives off milk and juice lmao

30. Sleeping habits

He has stints of nightmares sometimes but most of the time he can sleep anywhere, unless its too soft. He cant stand soft beds.

31. If the had a tumblr what would it look like?

He would have a family blog where its pics of his family and the twins and updates and their art and stuff. Then maybe he’ll reblog some like fandom stuff from probending or a radio show he and rina listen to.

32. Something guaranteed to make them smile/laugh

His twinssss he loves them so much

33. Something guaranteed to make them cry

Theres a song that his mom used to sing all the time. He still cant listen to it without crying. Rina finds out the hard way when she was humming it cuz it was stuck in her head one day.

34. How they react when they are feeling X emotion (sad, angry, excited, scared, etc.—can specify as many as you like)

Bottle it mostly. Emotions can be dealt with later.

35. Their idea of a perfect day

Wake up and make the family breakfast, head off to work for a bit, move a few cases forwards, get home, have dinner, bathe the twins, get them to bed with a story book then cuddle on the couch with Rina until bedtime.

36. Their favorite season

He loves winter because hes not overheating and people stand closer to him for warmth lmao

37. What they really think about themselves

He thinks he’s doing well by the end of the series. In my hc world He’s married with his twins, he and bolin have found a name and a path for themselves and they’re not struggling anymore. He’s really grown up and done a lot of work. He’s proud of what he’s done and who his family is, both chosen and blood related.

38. Favorite holiday

Growing up on the streets they did not celebrate holidays for many reasons. He hated them for a long time. but seeing the twins opening gifts on the in universe equivalent of christmas, lin, kya, and asami over for dinner while korra and bolin were away during the timeskip and seeing the twins so happy and opening gifts and stuff. He found he could enjoy the holiday again and even was looking forward to the next years dinner when the twins were older and bolin and korra were back.

39. Favorite game

He enjoys playing Cabbage Land with the twins (thank you @btheleaf for the Candy Land knock off name)

40. Favorite book

He really got into the romance series lin brought with her to the stakeout once lmao hes not so slyly asked to borrow her copies. Rina, Lin, and Kya have included him on their book club meetings now xD

41. If they could have lunch with anyone in the world (living or dead, from any fictional universe or the real world), who would it be?

I think he would want to meet his grandfather (i’m excluding his parents cuz thats a copout answerrr)

42. 3 comfort items

His scarf, a tiny glass bird a homeless man made him when they were on the streets (he made bolin a small fireferret), and a photo he has of him korra and bolin from the probending team

43. 3 favorite foods and 3 they despise

Fav - strawberries, Rina’s chicken fried rice, and he was surprised he enjoyed walrus-cow chowder as much as he did in the south.

44. Their happiest memory

Hes got a few lol, when he married Rina, and when his twins were born.

45. Their favorite celebrity

He doesnt seem the kind to follow celebrities too closely honestly.

46. The person they most admire

Lin Beifong 100000% shes the reason he joined the force and he kinda is always looking for her approval.

47. Their dream job

He seems to be really good as a detective. Maybe he would have liked to stay a probender for life but the trauma from the attacks were too much to go back really.

48. Scariest moment of their life

When the dust settles in book 4 and he doesnt know where Rina and the twins are. He doesnt know if they were on the last train out or stuck in the city during the attack.

49. Favorite toy as a child

He used to have this wooden bird that worked as like an ocarina. Hes using his wood carving skills to try to make one again and maybe make some for the twins.

50. A memory they’ve blocked out

👀👀 lots of things can happen to young kids on the streets.

#mako #hc #character ask #ask meme #firecrackers #mentioned

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toriliashine · 3 days ago

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Finally watched TADC episode 3 and here are my major thoughts + theories

Zooble has some form of control over Caine and just doesn't realise it. I'm pretty sure most people got this but when they told Caine to just forget it. He did. Even she didn't realise this. I really hope this gets brought up soon bc omg. OMG

Also on Zooble, i think SHE was the hacker, not Jax [as a popular fan theory said b4]. She might've hacked the game to pick and mix as she wanted, might explain why she's able to 'hide' from caine for quite a while and skip the adventures. She could irl, but even her talents has limits [implied by Caine , and the game itself, catching her in the end]. She then got stuck in the game and got a pick and mix body.

Caine, honestly? me when i was younger and was at the start of my gifted kid burnout state. wanted to die, the world around me felt like in was dying and glitching and crumbling too. The machine failing at the thing it was literally made for oughhh. spicy and the way his 'emotions' directly affected the world oughh. his emotions or system failure? if joy not found, uhh uhmmmm. But was his bad memory bc of zoobles hacking and her making him forget things unknowlingly? or, im guessing that shes supposed to be the 2nd newest, because the others are used to caine's forgetfulness its.hm.

WAIT IF CAINE THINKS HE/IT FAILED AT PROVIDING A GOOD USER EXPERIENCE WOULD THE SYSTEM CRASH AND EVERYONE GETS BOOTED OUT WAIT!!!!!!!

Jax still a bitch, i knew my ep1 hating was right >:)

the other girlies having fun was so sweet, i wonder if the ghost wife knew what happened to her husband. then again its implies caine makes the stories up as he goes so. she mightve just despawned after the adventure, as the rest of the npcs and the 'hell' and whatver. hopefully, if they do meet in that adventure again ragatha's + other meetup will be stored in memory [ a save file perhaps?] and they can continue from there.

would yall call me cringe if i called in-the-dark kinger a hear me out...

kinger and pomni were so sweet i love theyre dynamic it was so amazing seeing kinger wake up in the dark and blah blah sweetness sweetness you've heard a million times before. it was cool okay?

also kinger's better than me, after the 'how your wife kinger?' i wouldve punched dxjgbdkjzmdsagrdhm

the scene of pomni and kinger walking together out of hell was magnificent, no notes.

haha the roles being switched between zooble and caine was funny plus him still talking about nonsense. i hope people do listen to zooble more in the future or in shorts. i hope the relationship zooble has(?) / had(?)/ /wants(?) with caine is more explored bc ough. his [zooble's[ memories may be hazy but she does remeber Caine and want him to notice her mroe despite it. is it really just dissatisfaction with her toy body? or is it a larger knowledge?

bonus - idk im just thinking of zooble [human] chatting and messing with this chatbot/ai caine whilst hacking then gettingsucked in and having it just. not remember. shes good at hacking but not good it couldnt have messed with his memory that much right? plus this shitty body thats never right ughh. shit must suck. i love her so much

i need episode 4 NYOW, actually yelled noo when the ep ended im crying. fuck you jax. but also oh boy jax episode will happen oh boy....

#the amazing digital circus #ramblings #kinger #pomni #gooseworx #the animation was also so great i need to mention oughhh #tadc

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diegoshargreevs · 4 months ago

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ok SPOILERS don't read if you haven't finished tua season 4 - - - - - -

Can we look back to 03x10 for a sec?

That whole season Allison is heartbroken and so desperate to somehow get back to Claire and Raymond. At the end of 03x10 she get's exactly that, her perfect little family. But now where is he?? They just mention for a sec that Ray left her?? 🤨

And Luther. Luther falls in love with Sloane. A liiiitle quick maybe but whatever, it's his whole storyline of s3 and they literally marry and are happy. In the last scene Sloane disappears. "Where is she? Where's my wife?" "She was right behind me..." "I need to find her!!!!" and... now what? WHERE IS SHE? She also only get's mentioned like once in the new season but they don't tell us what exactly happened to her? Did she die, did they break up, did he just give up on finding her...?! Wtf.

The last scene after the credits, with Ben reading in the train confuses me. People speculated that it could be Umbrella-Ben but that wasn't the case so.. what was that supposed to mean then?

Now Diego and Lila. They are a spicy couple, have their ups and downs but they literally ended season 3 in a good place. They love each other. Lila was scared she wouldn't be a good mum, Diego was sure that wouldn't happen. They were excited for their baby. In the last scene they hold hands, smile at each other, say "now we live our lives" and walk away together. Now what did they do to them in season 4😭 They not only drifted apart, apparently they also both absolutely hate their lives and barely care for their kids? I mean Diego said about himself that he would be a great father and he actually did well with his fake-son stanley, but we barely get to see him with his own 3 kids. That's so sad. And Lila, well.. except for the last train scene with her family she doesn't seem to care much about their children either. She rather starts something with Five.. 😒 Which is another thing!

Five loves his family so much! He cares deeply for them and tried to save them over and over but in this season? Nothing to see of that. He's practically only in scenes together with lila and literally leaves his family and disappears right when they're getting attacked! And he shows absolutely NO remorse about falling for his brothers wife. No, he rather get's in a fight with Diego, hits him and says he "wants to fucking kill him"??? are you for real?? they all feel like completely different characters, it's like they forgot everything they did before s4. So. fucking. disappointing.

#this was long #and I'm just rambling here but I needed to put this somewhere #got a lot of feeling about those episodes and sadly they're not very positive 🙃🫣#umbrella academy #tua spoilers #the umbrella academy spoilers #my post

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bookaddict24-7 · 10 months ago

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

EVERY WEEK I WILL POST VARIOUS REVIEWS I’VE WRITTEN SO FAR IN 2024. YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY GOODREADS FOR MORE UP-TO-DATE REVIEWS HERE.

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16. Shock Marriage for the Powerful Spaniard by Cathy Williams: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was addicted to this cheeseball of a book. I'm trying to read through my large (and thrifted) Harlequin book collection, and this was the first one of the year. I'm happy it was because even though it had the typical cheesiness, stilted dialogue, thesaurus raiding, and the confusing use of an Italian term of endearment spoken by a supposed Spanish man, it wasn't a slow book in the least. It was quick, addicting, and had a couple of spicy scenes.

I do have to side-eye the cover creator because the FMC was supposed to have a "latte" coloured complexion (which I hated, but also made her not white. Love that whitewashing of a cover.

Read this for entertainment purposes, not for much else. Although, I AM a sucker for this trope.

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17. We Could Be So Good by Cat Sebastian: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I am grateful to the person who put this book on my radar (thank you m/m reddit group). This book was beautiful and full of admittedly high stressful moments, made a little bit worse by my anxiety that this was going to end like so many books that were written during the decades that this book is set in. Actually, I love that one of the MCs comments on this because it's always been one of my pet peeves when it comes to classic Queer books.

I loved the dynamics between these two characters and how they worked off each other. They were amazing together and even though they weren't perfect, I loved their vulnerability and related to their anxiety (I have a bad habit of empathizing too much with characters when I'm reading from their perspectives). Their love felt like such a naturally progressive thing and whenever they described how they saw each other, my heart did a little dance for them. Although the story spans just a bit over a year (maybe more?) it felt like these two were friends for years.

I also adored the side characters and the found family they offered to the characters. During a time where trust was a gift, these two were gifted with the very best. If they were real people, I only wish that they got to live the best rest of their lives together possible.

In a way, I wanted to cry at the end of this book. The journey, their love, their growth, and the fact that this was reflective of how so many Queer people might have lived during those decades (and some still live this way). It's so heartbreaking knowing people can't just...exist and love who they want. It's mind-blowing.

Anyway, this was sweet, angsty, sexy, and touching. I loved it so much.

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18. Lotus by Jennifer Hartmann: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Mega-TWs for this book--the author includes them at the beginning of the book. Including CSA.

Jennifer Hartmann has quickly become one of my favourite authors. This is only my second book by her, but it was so exceptional that now I MUST have every single one of her books. STILL BEATING had me in such a chokehold that I didn't think it was possible to have the same addicted experience to another book by her, but I was WRONG.

LOTUS was a dark, romantic, and trauma laced read. Everyone had their own past trauma to confront and I think that's a realistic take because most of us have something we're struggling with in our adult lives. The way Hartmann tackles trauma and somehow still finds the beauty in the dark and in what scares us is truly masterful. She offers possibilities to people who have lost hope of any sort of future. It was tear-inducing, but also such an experience.

The MMC was so well-written and I love that Hartmann was consistent in his persona throughout the whole book. He was so endearing and I just wanted to protect him from the world. Side note: every time I thought of him, I saw the actor who plays Reacher in the show of the same name. Iykyk. The way he cared for the FMC was so pure and like she mentions early in the book, he hasn't been tainted or jaded by humanity. He was a beautiful human being.

The FMC was the epitome of "smile and fake it till you make it". She was quirky and fun, but also carried some heavy reminders of how fragile life is. Though I got frustrated with her a few times, I also completely understood why she was the way she was.

The way everything came together at the end had me yelling "I KNEW IT!", because apparently I'm a book detective, was amazing. Even though the twist is heartbreaking and had me crying a bit, it was so powerful and had everything come together so perfectly.

Hartmann gave every character introduced a life and a heart--and she made them all vulnerable and showed how strong those characters were for their imperfections.

I loved, loved, loved this book.

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19. Eragon by Christopher Paolini: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read January 2024

I read this about 16 years ago, so it felt like I was reading it for the first time. I listened to the audiobook, which I love to do when I'm re-reading, and let me just prepare you: the voice actor is no bueno at magical voices LOL.

Anyway, the story itself was fun and I like to think it stood the test of time. It was fun, full of adventure, and being older, I can tell this story was written by a younger author. This is in no way a bad thing--in fact, I think it made it more believable for me that this MC is only 15-16. The writing felt more like the author was going on his own adventure and he really loved reading fantasy books. It was just pure fun. Although at times, I seriously was impressed with his mastery over the English language with his writing.

Overall, this was a fun re-experience. Some points were a little on the slower side, but I can also see that this is building that foundation for an epic series. Will definitely be re-reading the sequel!

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20. Murder in the Family by Cara Hunter: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I was worried about the hype surrounding this book because hype and I aren't always the best of friends. But listen, I started the audiobook one night and finished the book the following day. THIS WAS SO ADDICTING and brilliant.

I highly recommend doing the audiobook--it's a full cast and minus the music (there wasn't any), this felt like a podcast and I adore those kinds of stories.

I'm impressed with how Hunter was able to create such strong personalities with other an initial description of what each specialist does for a living and their dialogue (especially since the story is told in the style of a script and other multimedia add ons, like photos and maps and clues.) But I think hearing the voice actors give life to these characters also helped a lot.

The twists had my eyebrows rising and my smile of surprise growing after every episode. And when all was revealed, that last punch of a surprise had me wishing I could yell at someone about it. Fantastic.

Normally, thrillers and I are very hit or miss--this was 100% a hit with me. So much freaking fun.

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21. Set the Record Straight by Hannah Bonam-Young: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

One of my favourite things in romance novels is something that I know a lot of people don't like: little to no conflict. Maybe it's because it's a novella, but this one was such a breath of fresh air. Communication? No misunderstandings? Respect for your partner? No bullshitting around the truth? Sign me right up.

My biggest regret is reading this in January rather than during the holidays!

I loved the two MCs' friendship and how it was the perfect foundation for their relationship. That being said, I did think it all happened super quick and while I know this is because this is a novella, but I wouldn't have minded if this was a bit of a longer book--just so we could dive a bit more into their past and their relationships with the people around them.

This was also SPICY. I listened to the audiobook and the I would pause what I was doing just to stand there and listen with hot cheeks. This was hot HOT. If you like that in romance novels, yeah, this is for you. It was super caliente and I was very here for it.

I highly recommend, not just for the spice, but because this relationship is so pure and it was just a bite of happiness between two friends who should have been more all along but finally found their way to each other. Also, there may be some relatable moments in here and I just--yeah.

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22. The Measure by Nikki Erlick: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I think THE MEASURE is a great metaphor for how the world treats people it considers "other" and just how interlaced we all truly are at the end of the day.

While the story itself is about the strings and the lengths they offer the individual, at the core of this story is a message about how we view life and how others view our own lives. It's that continuous question of: if my life is mine, why does it bother you what I do with it? And then using the small few to crucify the rest with inane laws and prejudices. Many of the events in this book could easily mirror what is continuously happening in our societies.

We get to see the story of THE MEASURE play out through various characters and as their lives come together and separate, I was constantly in awe of how it was all happening. I wanted certain answers and knew I had to be happy with whatever I was offered because like the characters, I only had the strings and the theories to go off.

I won't lie, this made me cry a few times. I felt anger and heartache, joy at the power of humanity and love, and awe at the smallness of the world.

While I loved this book, I wouldn't say it was a favourite of the year, but it was definitely memorable and I'd definitely recommend it. The last author to make me feel like this about books that explore this kind of message was Karen Thompson Walker.

I highly recommend THE MEASURE if you're looking for a book that will challenge you to look at your life and ask yourself: would you open the box, or keep it closed and just live your life unaware?

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23. Lovelight Farms by B.K. Borison: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I'm definitely reading this series out of order, but who's keeping track, right?

I liked LOVELIGHT FARMS more than its sequel. This one was told only from the POV of the FMC, but something about this one captured my interest more. Maybe it was the angsty friendship, or the fact that everyone was saying "IT'S HAPPENING!", which was adorable.

I think I also liked the dynamic between these two characters a lot more than the characters in the second book. I think they worked a lot better than a one night (one weekend?) stand that somehow couldn't stop thinking about each other. These two characters had a history to work off and it was nice to see that evolve.

The farm was also like a character itself and I loved seeing it from this perspective--the one of a person who truly loves and breathes the space.

What I didn't like so much was the stupid miscommunication that happened near the end because of the FMC's assumptions, fears, and anxieties. I get it, love is scary af, but you know what's scarier? Miscommunications.

Other than that blip, I really enjoyed this one and I can see how anyone who reads this is easily pulled into this fun and quirky contemporary world!

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Have you read any of these books? Would you recommend them?

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Happy reading!

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9leaguesofmirrors · 1 year ago

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The Favour (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)

What if Pauline refused to help Ross in season 3 episode 1 and she left before that very scarring scene ever happened? In this version, he decides to call in the help of an old acquaintance

This one is a little more ✨spicy✨ than my other fics, but it's just fade-to-black, I'm not quite brave enough to write actual smut

I love how well these GIFs go together, like Ross just made a smug comment and Lisgoe's sick of his crap 😆

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"I've come here on my fucking time off, so this better be important."

Ross couldn't remember when he started being on speaking terms with Joseph Nigel Lisgoe, but it happened. They weren't friends, but they also weren't exactly enemies. Well, Ross thought Lisgoe was a sadistic cretin who used violence to make up for his lack of brain cells, and Lisgoe thought Ross was an arrogant bastard with no concernable personality. Other than that, they didn't hate each other

Hence why Ross didn't see an issue with enlisting his help. Since he didn't have his number, he had to track down and slip a note under his office door that read I need your help, we'll discuss at my house followed by his address

Which is how he got here, face-to-face with a very unhappy Lisgoe at his front door

"Make yourself at home."

Ignoring this statement (which he could tell was merely being said out of politeness), Lisgoe all but barged past and leaned against a counter in the kitchen

"Your house reminds me of you: dead on the inside."

"I didn't invite you here to insult me."

"Couldn't you at least have gotten dressed? You look like a right twat in that dressing gown."

"I think," Ross said as he went to the cupboard and poured them both a glass of wine "that we should focus on the real reason I asked you here."

Lisgoe curled his upper lip slightly, as if he would rather have been anywhere else at this point, but took the glass anyway. He took a sip, watching Ross closely

"You gonna tell me or am I supposed to guess?"

"Someone I hired for an undercover job has decided to go against me."

"Fucking hell, OK James Bond!"

This was met with a glare, not that Lisgoe seemed to be all that bothered. In fact, he has a shit-eating grin on his face that suggested he found this whole thing funny

"I don't know why you're laughing."

"You're so far up your own arse, no wonder you talk a load of shite!"

"I'm going to ignore that. All I'm asking is for you to get rid of her, I'm sure that won't be too taxing on you, what with the very little brain power you possess."

"I'm not a contract killer." Lisgoe put his glass down on the counter "I may be a crazy bastard, but I'm not some assassin."

"You're the only one with enough of a craving for violence and lack of empathy to do it."

There was a pause. Lisgoe took another swig of wine

He'd never admit it out loud, but it was refreshing to have someone challenge him. As much as he liked being the one everyone feared, there was something about Ross' lack of fear that both frustrated him and kept him oddly entertained

"What's in it for me?"

Ross considered his answer, but his thoughts were somewhat hazy, clearly more interested in why Lisgoe was staring at him. He was completely unreadable, which was off-putting to say the least. And yet it, for some reason, made him feel more drawn to him. He wanted to know what it would take to make him snap - what he would do when he did

"Who says you're getting anything?"

"I'm not doing this shite for free." Lisgoe sneered, taking a step towards him "It comes with a price."

They weren't incredibly close, but it was enough for Ross to briefly catch his scent. Sharp, spicy cologne which seemed to fuse with the underlying leftovers of cigarette smoke. It wouldn't be much of a surprise if he'd smoked before he came here; he could see it now, Joseph Lisgoe outside the door with a cigarette in his mouth... sucking it gently... his eyes closing as the smoke fell from his lips

Ross put an end to that thought immediately

"I could tip off the police to the rumours going around Royston Vasey about your violent tendancies, I'd say guess how many years you'd get," he put a hand on Lisgoe's shoulder and looked at him with pure mockery in his eyes "but I'd hate for you to hurt your head."

"You'd tell the police, would you?" Lisgoe retorted in a soft voice that made it sound more like a dare than a question

"What if I did?"

Despite not being the most intellectual of people, Lisgoe could read emotions on their faces and bodies easily. It's what he used to get under people's skin before he inevitably threw a punch. There was a stillness in Ross' body language that told him he was telling the truth - he respected that, in a way. Another thing he caught onto was Ross' eyes. They seemed to drag their way up and down his frame, meeting his eyes with a subtle, sharp intake of breath. He was being looked at in a way that was rare for him, yet something in him was very satisfied that it was directed to him alone

But there was something else. Something of a spark in his eyes, something that said I'm onto you

He wasn't about to give him the upper hand

"I don't ask for much." His voice was softer, slightly rough "But, if you need me as badly as you clearly fucking do, then you'll have to convince me."

"That depends on two factors: what you want, and how you want me to convince you?" Ross chewed his lower lip, an action that caused Lisgoe's jaw to tighten

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Satisfied with the edge he'd taken from him, Ross put down his glass. As he did, he made sure to let his hand brush against Lisgoe's, relishing in the way he jolted away

"There's a grand history of people who, daggers drawn, eventually find each other attractive." He said innocently, tilting his head to the side slightly as he stared into dusty blue eyes "What do you think, Joseph?"

Nobody called him Joseph

It's was Lisgoe or, if you worked for him, Mr. Lisgoe. A silent agreement among the inhabitants of Royston Vasey. He didn't know what was worse: the fact Ross had the balls to break that rule, or the fact it sounded so nice in his voice

"I think you need to remember who you're talking to. You might get away with saying what you like to the thick pigs at the dole house, but I'm not that easily fucked with."

The venom in Lisgoe's voice shouldn't have affected Ross the way it did. He wasn't scared, but it pierced through his chest and pumped molten fire through his body

"I assume," He put his hand deliberately over the man's wrist, his voice steady "you know what you want in return for all of this?"

Lisgoe took a step forward and stared. It was like he was considering not the offer, but him. Finally, he spoke again:

"Anywhere between 10,000 and 20,000 is great."

"Excuse me?" Was Ross' response, trying not to look too disappointed as Lisgoe pulled away "You expect me to pay you that amount for one simple task?"

"You're not asking me to have a little chat, are you? You want me to get rid of a bitch, and the fact you contacted me means you want it to hurt."

"You're hardly worth the oxygen I breathe, let alone £10-20,000."

"You've got a set of balls, haven't you?"

"I want you to leave."

"Now hold your fucking horses, I'm not done!"

He moved over to the address book on the table and opened it, slightly surprised by how empty it was. Surely this guy knew more people than WORK and MOTHER

"So, is your dad an asshole? Or is he dead?"

"What are you doing?" Ross asked, clearly not appreciating the question

"You got a pen?"

"Don't pretend you can write."

"Fuck off and get me a pen! Wait, shut up..."

"I didn't say-"

"Here's one."

Lisgoe had taken a pen from inside his suit jacket and scrawled something onto the page. Upon inspection, Ross noticed it was a phone number with the initials JNL next to it

"As a debt collector, I never like doing favours without getting something in return."

"And what exactly do you have in mind? If it's more money, I'm out."

"You doing anything tonight?"

Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn't one of them. Regardless, he shook his head neutrally

"I'll be back in an hour." Lisgoe put the pen down on the table "For the love of shite, get dressed."

"What's the occasion?" Ross sneered in response

"The occasion is, when I get back, I'm doing whatever the fuck I want with you."

Ross' chest caved in. He couldn't think of the worse reason: actual fear or... OK, maybe the second option. Either way, he was trying not to show it on his face

"What exactly are you implying?"

That made Lisgoe laugh a little. Ross went to question him, but was quickly silenced by being tugged by his dressing gown into a searing kiss. It was forceful, not that it came as a surprise - this was Lisgoe, after all. And Ross certainly wasn't complaining. Especially not when his lower lip was being pulled between Lisgoe's teeth

"Unless you have another stupid question, I'll see you later today"

Before he could turn and go, Ross had grabbed him by the wrist

"You said earlier that a debt collector always gets something in return, would you also say they'd rather get it in a timely manner?"

"I don't remember what I said, but sure. What's your point?"

"There's clearly something between us. A certain... heat-"

"Alright, Ozzy Wilde."

"Oscar Wilde, but that's beside the point. What I'm saying is what's the point in waiting for it to cool down?" In a moment of boldness, Ross reached for Lisgoe's jacket. Without breaking eye contact for more than a second, he unbuttoned it slowly "Unless you're too scared to-"

Once again, his words were cut short and Lisgoe's mouth was on his. It was frantic and raw, neither one of them was interested in being gentle. Ross' hands were warm, Lisgoe's skin was cold, which came together to form what could only be described as electricity. Without breaking the kiss, Lisgoe was being pushed against the kitchen counter and, well, Ross was dropping to his knees to return a favour

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"So, what's the bitch's name again?" Lisgoe asked as he threaded his belt through the loops of his trousers

"Pauline Campbell-Jones," Ross sat down on his sofa "she's completely egregious. She's violent, foul-tempered and vulgar."

"Right, I suppose you only find those traits sexy in men."

"Let's make this clear, I only did that to pay you back."

Lisgoe didn't know why he got the urge to ask, but he sat down beside Ross and looked at him with slightly furrowed brows

"Do you fuck everyone that you ask to favours?"

"No."

"So I'm a special case?"

Ross looked Lisgoe up and down contemplatively, then replied "Yes."

"Can you say anything else? One-word responses piss me off."

There was another silence. Ross stared at the wall, thinking things through. OK yes, maybe part of the reason was to get Lisgoe on board with his plan, but did he enjoy it? Maybe he did. So what? Since when did sex mean anything? That being said, even with all that aside, Lisgoe wasn't completely insufferable to be around. In fact, he was one of the few inhabitants of Royston Vasey that he could see as being something of an equal to him

"We don't have to be strangers, I suppose. You did give me your number for some reason."

"Ignore it then," Lisgoe shrugged as he got up "I just gave it to you so I could tell when I was done with her."

Then there was an odd moment of pause

Ross stood up and they were facing each other. It was awkward and tense, but not altogether unpleasant. Just strange. Almost as if neither of them were in a rush for it to be over

Suddenly, Lisgoe snapped out of it and headed for the front door. Ross went to let him out. It was all very formulaic, as if nothing happened between them. And surely, that's all it was

Nothing at all

Once he'd gone, Ross went back into the kitchen area and looked at the number written into his book. Then he saw it

Lisgoe had left his pen behind

If he hurried, he could probably catch up and give it to him. Or he could wait for him to realise and come back for it

Ah well, what's the rush?

#league of gentlemen #the league of gentlemen #ross gaines #joseph lisgoe #gainsgoe

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mimbotomy · 8 months ago

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Thank you @lazuliquetzal for the tag! 🩷

How many works do you have on AO3? 10! Which feels small because I have more than three times as many WIPs rattling around in my google docs rip

What’s your total AO3 word count? 561,190

What fandoms do you write for? AC Odyssey! Except I write so many crossovers so I have a couple other fandoms on my AO3 as well. I also have WIPs for AC Valhalla, House of the Dragon, and ATLA. Fun fact, I also have Odyssey crossovers planned for two of those fandoms, and I'll let you guess which two 😜

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Rebirth - My beloved, my baby, I swear I am still writing this My Miraculous Ladybug fic - I wrote this seven years ago and like to pretend it doesn't exist Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers - Unfortunately on indefinite hiatus, but I've gotten so many nice comments on it recently that I've been thinking a lot about it! The Children of Kephallonia - MY FAVORITE FIC OF MINE EVERYONE SHOULD READ THIS I'M SO PROUD OF THIS ONE Not a Malákes Ravenclaw - Absolutely ridiculous I can't believe people actually like this (it's so fun to write tho 😂)

Do you respond to comments? I do my best but I'm not actually the best lol

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Of my published fics, The Lioness, but only if you read the first chapter and ignore my ramblings in the second chapter about how SPOILERS deaths would change canon.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? There is No Escape...! It technically has the same ending as my other Kassandra drags Phoibe out of the Underworld fic, but this fic has a planned sequel called the Electric Boogaloo, so I think it's obvious which one I had more fun writing 😂

Do you get hate on fics? One or two negative comments but for the most part people have been really nice to me! Which I appreciate, because I am a smol anxious bean who just wants friends 🥰

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I have a few bordering on spicy scenes, but no real smut.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? BOY DO I HAVE CROSSOVERS I have so many crossovers, like too many crossovers, all putting the queen of my heart Kassandra the Eagle Bearer in another universe and making her the main character she is clearly supposed to be. My craziest one is probably my AC Odyssey x Harry Potter crossover, but I am now hesitant to call it crazy because it now seems to make sense to me??? So maybe I'm going crazy???

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope again!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once again, nope! But I honestly think co writing a fic would be so fun to try, at least once.

What’s your all time favorite ship? Kassidas. I always liked it but it has legitmately taken over my brain the last year. I blame @aeide's amazing Kassidas' fics

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Assassins, Atlantis, and Avengers. It's on indefinite hiatus right now because while I have an outline and even a few scattered scenes written, actually writing it seems impossible right now. But I hold out hope that I will come back to it one day!

What are your writing strengths? Character relationships! (At least in my opinion lol)

What are your writing weaknesses? Does constantly going back and rewriting chapters because I slightly changed my idea and want to foreshadow things better count? If not, I could be better at setting the scene and not just imagining it in my head.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Definitely not opposed to doing so, albiet through google translate because I am truly terrible with languages, but I always try to keep it short and I include translations in the endnotes.

First fandom you wrote for? Miraculous Ladybug. I sometimes like to pretend that fic doesn't exist because I feel bad that I forgot what I had planned/never finished it.

Favorite fic you’ve written? THE CHILDREN OF KEPHALLONIA I feel like I really came into my own as a writer when I started plotting out this fic and I'm really happy with my worldbuilding, character relationships, misc narrative choices, and just how my writing style has improved from my first fics. If you want to read any of my fics, I recommend this one.

I vaguely remember doing this exact tag game at some point, but time is an illusion and I have no idea when this was! So if I tag you and you did this recently, do not feel any pressure to do it again!

Tagging @aeide, @uhhhyaenbyjade, @zephyrwolf5, @ithinkthiswasabadidea, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag game

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wildflowersintherain · 4 months ago

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Ooooo so I discovered this book on Tik Tok and all I can think of is Channing Tatum saying, “imma bout to make a name for myself” this book definitely made its name for me!

So we start off in a dystopian world. We follow the character Ivy, who is a feral omega..well deemed feral by the council. We don’t get a ton of Ivy’s backstory, we catch bits and pieces of it but I’m hopeful we will get more of it in the second book! Ivy is abused in the home she’s in that’s for “feral” omegas! I do enjoy Ivy’s character! She has a spirit to her and doesn’t just take whatever life throws at her. She tries!

Shortly after we begin to meet the MMCs. I have mixed feelings about how some of them were portrayed. I loved all of the characters but i definitely had a favorite. I wish we would’ve gotten a better bonding feeling between the MMCs. However I do understand that their group or pack is essential a military assassin group.

Thane, is essentially the pack leader. He is supposed to be the reasonable one and he is the first to meet Ivy. Hes also the first person to really show her a “softness.” Personally, I believe he’s the most calm natured of the group and tries to evaluate the full situation.

Plague, is the medic of the group! Hes described as wearing a bird mask so all I see when I read his character is the Plague Doctors, I think the author did a good job with a little play on words with this. He definitely is the “smarter” one in the group when it comes to Ivy. Granted Ivy has some medical needs when she comes to them so he knows how to help her.

Whiskey, well he’s whiskey. I think the author used him as a comedic relief to help lighten the book up. I really enjoyed it though. Personally, I think he would be my second favorite character in the story.

Vakel, personally I couldn’t get into his character. Partly because he’s a bit like a mystery? The author doesn’t go into a lot of detail about him. He seems to be one that could be angry super quickly but to me his character needed a bit more for me.

Last but not least, Wraith! Now he is my favorite character! We learn later in the book he is mute and he is often referred as a monster. But hey we love the challenges right? He strikes me as someone who was hurt deeply. His friends seem to not have a lot of trust in him since he has such a high blood lust. I won’t give spoilers but there’s one scene that changes my perspective on him soooo much. He became my favorite quickly!

Even though these are big burly men, it’s all about consent. And this is part of her healing journey!

I had to take a little moment for myself when I read this. It broke my heart a bit but I was so glad that Ivy was finally getting a bit of healing in her journey!

This book is a slow burn! We don’t have really any spicy scenes between the FMC and MMC until the last few chapters! It definitely works for this book because I think Ivy needed time to heal and feel comfortable and work on trusting the MMCs!

It does end on a cliffhanger! Now it’s not a huge cliffhanger but it’s there. I typically HATE cliffhangers like I won’t read a book if I know it ends on a cliffhanger if the other one isn’t out. But this one was manageable. It was a gentle one.

Overall I’m super excited for the second book! I’m so glad that I came across this on Tik Tok! Please note this is a darker book so check the trigger warnings before you read! Also the author has really nice art on Tik Tok as well from this book. I couldn’t find who actually did the pieces or I would’ve posted them with credit because they are amazing!

Feral Omega

Lenore Rosewood

Read On August 7, 2024

(PS if anyone has any recommendations send them my way! I feel like I’m in a bit of a slump)

#book review #a/b/o dynamics #omega reader #omegaverse #a/b/o verse #alpha x omega #omega nesting

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thepeculiarbird · 10 months ago

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Obsidian, spider, and oil for the black ask game :)

Obisdian - How would a fandom misunderstand your main character?

Oh no, you got me there! This question is actually so hard because I've 3 main characters and they're all like "normal people", there's nothing to really misunderstand. The only thing currently coming to mind is maybe the relationship between Danae and Madhi, it looks toxic but actually it's a lot more complicated. Don't want to spoil too much either but yea, the fandom might hate Dan for how she acted. I don't know.

Spider - Do you write happy endings?

When I write a story or think of it, I always tend to make a happy ending for the main character(s) or/and for the main couple but with a character dying or like a sad event before. In general, none of the main characters will die and the characters who are supposed to end up together, will end up together. (It's already hard to kill one of the side characters I love so killing one of the main, It's impossible for me haha)

Oil - Smut or fluff?

Fluff, definitely. I can barely stand s*xual scenes (or lemons??) in a book so writing it is a huge no for me, specially smut/spicy romance.

I hope my answers make a bit of sense and sorry for the obsidian one, I really have no idea at all but I'll tell you if something comes to my mind. Thank youuuuu!

#writing stuff #ask #writing ask #project lmotr #writing process #writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #🖌️#🛹

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airi-p4 · 1 year ago

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Love in the sky - Chapter 5

Hi! I'm back!

I know that I said this chapter was going to be split into 2 or 3 parts... It's actually 4 - 6 parts now... ^^;

Warning (just in case): in this and future chapters, there might be some "spicy" scenes, but I plan to keep this story as T rated.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter summary:

The date continues… time for lunch and more!

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AO3

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Chapter 5 - Wednesday (2)

"Did you have to choose a restaurant up to a skyscraper…?" Marinette's voice trembled as she asked and Luka pulled her hand as the elevator door closed. "You know I'm not good with heights…"

"Pffff" he snickered, removing his sunglasses and letting them rest on the neck of his sporty zipped up hoodie jacket. "This is just the 5th floor! You work at Style Queen, which is way higher than this! Aren't you used to it yet?"

"You have no idea! I've been avoiding windows like the plague!" She groaned as she held his arm tighter.

"Really? You seemed fine to me after the concert, though" he smirked, taking off her sunglasses to meet her eyes directly.

"That's because-!" The elevator's door opened at the restaurant floor.

She blushed, her protest muffled in her scarf. How was she supposed to explain she was too focused on him to realize how high the stage lights actually were? And how her adrenaline did the rest? Because when he kissed her like that… nothing else existed. How was she supposed to admit it to him, when he was smirking and waiting for her answer so he could tease her even more? He seemed to know already, anyway.

"Gosh- You're so cute and funny" he chuckled, and proceeded to greet the waiter, who pointed to the table at the end of the restaurant. Marinette's eyes opened wide.

"Wait-! You chose a window table too!? Wasn't this hard enough for my heart!?" She cried.

"It's the best table in the restaurant, Marinette. The one with the best view" Luka smiled, looking directly at her. "At least give it a chance? For me…?"

She hated how weak and unreasonable she became to those begging eyes…

"Okay…"

Slowly, eyes closed and holding Luka's hand tightly, she moved closer to the window. And when she opened them…

"Woah-! It's so beautiful" She had to admit that the view was really impressive and, surprisingly, not scary as she thought. Luka was relieved at her reaction.

"Yes, very beautiful…" he repeated, and when she turned her face to look at him, he was smiling fondly at her. They weren't talking about the same view, she realized, and couldn't help it but feel her face warm.

Luka left the guitar at the side and moved to Marinette's side of the table. The young woman was touched when he took her scarf and jacket, and pulled the chair for her, as a gentleman, aiding her to sit down comfortably. Surely, their sporty clothes weren't the fanciest for the elegant restaurant, but the company couldn't be better.

"Is there anywhere else you want to go later? Any particular place you want to visit? TheEmpire State Building, perhaps?"

"Nooo! I get dizzy just looking at it!!" She hurried to wave her hands in denial.

"What about the Statue of the Liberty? Then we can visit the one in Paris and compare them next time"

"Are you choosing high places on purpose?" She had to admit, though, that the ‘next time’ part sounded very good in her ears…

"Maybe?"

"Tease"

He laughed at her pout.

She wished to capture his contagious laugh and his warm smile and made it exclusive to her forever, even if that was selfish. A video would have to do for now. Except… She didn't have a phone with her! And 'oh!' she recalled why it was and its implications. Style Queen…

"Luka… Can I make a phone call?" She asked. "I left my bag with my belongings at the office…"

"Oh. You’re still worried that Style Queen might fire you?" he asked, reading her. She nodded, concerned. "Don’t worry, Marinette. She won’t. She’s not that stupid to let your talent go to waste or to her competitors" he took out his phone and activated the anonymous mode before handing it to her. "Here"

"Thank you" she took it and dialed a number her fingers seemed to remember out of habit. “Sabrina?”

“Marinette? I was worried!” the assistant answered through the phone.

“Sorry, I forgot my bag at the office, with my phone and everything…”

“Oh, yes, I have it. Don’t worry, tell me where you are and I’ll send it to you as soon as possible”

“Thank you." she sighed, told her the restaurant address and took a deep breath before continuing "Did Mrs Bourgeois…?”

“Wait, Marinette! Audrey want to speak to you”

“Eh!?” she panicked but the way Luka put his hand over his and caressed it softly helped her to relax. “H-hello…?”

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I want you tomorrow at my office at 9AM, not a second later than that!”

Marinette blinked, mouth opened wide.

"Then… I’m not fired…?” she looked hopefully at Luka’s reassuring smile.

“HERE AT 9AM! No excuses!”

The call ended.

“I- Luka, I'm-” her eyes got teary.

“You’re not fired. I heard” he smiled tenderly.

“I’m so glad! I was so nervous! So scared!” she held his hand tighter, linking fingers.

“I told you she wouldn’t let your talent go to waste. You know I really want it for my band, too” he kissed her hand and she blushed. "And on my guitar or anywhere, really-"

She really wanted to kiss his lips now. She wanted to- *GROWL*

Her stomach interrupted her thoughts. Her colors vibrated red on her face, and she looked down to hide her embarrassment. Luka chuckled amusedly, never judgmentally.

"Shall we order? I'm starving too," he said.

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When the waiter came, Luka refused to hand Marinette the menu, in case prices influenced her choices: he told her he was inviting and he was aware of how considered and an overthinker Marinette was, so he read it out loud instead.

Luka was not going to tell her yet that what she ordered thinking it was cheapest, was actually the most expensive main dish from the menu, which was accompanied with the best and more expensive wine as well- Luka's favorite. He was extra glad to pay for her when she was clearly delighted with the meal.

"Delicious!" She exclaimed at her first bite.

He answered with a nod and both shared a lovingly shared smile. Her smile never failed to warm his heart. She made every dollar worth paying.

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Marinette's belongings arrived to the restaurant a few minutes later, their first course finished. She stood up to take her bag from the delivery man and, after confirming everything was inside, she returned to the table with Luka's smile welcoming her.

"Everything okay?"

She nodded at his question. "Yes! I can pay my part now!" she smirked proudly.

"Not if I don't let you"

"Don't you dare!" She pouted at his teasing smirk.

"C'mon, sit down with me"

When she sat down again, Marinette notícied how Luka's sunglasses rested now at the side of the table, beside the window. She narrowed her eyes, checking them closer, from another angle, and...

"Wait-!" She gasped. "I know these! I designed them!" She exclaimed, pointing a finger at the fashionable eyewear.

"You did?" He looked at her in awe. "For the Agreste brand?"

"It was so long ago that I forgot… I won a contest Gabriel Agreste held and- I had no idea they went on sale" she nodded shyly. 'Of course the despicable man sold them under his brand after that contest. Bastard' she mumbled, too low and unclear that was incomprehensible to Luka.

"Wow. No wonder they did, though. These are so amazing!" He grinned fondly. "I had no idea you designed sunglasses too"

"Uhm, actually…" What would Luka say if she told him she designed Jagged Stone's favorite glasses, too? She wanted to see his surprised face. "I also designed Jagged Stone's shades. You know- those with the Eiffel Tower-"

"My father's favorites!?" He stood up in shock.

Her mouth dropped open. "What?"

"Ah-" he covered his mouth, realizing his slip. A glimpse at her while he sat back down reassured her ears. She blinked a few times, processing.

"Jagged Stone is your father!?" She covered her mouth when he shushed her with his index finger in front of his mouth.

"Shhh"

"Eh? Eh!? But- Eh? Really?" She had wanted to surprise him. She didn't expect to be the one surprised instead.

"Yeah- It's not public information and I prefer it like this". He sighed. "Once I set my goal to pursue music, Dad wanted to help me with my career, but I turned down his offer and refused to use his name or his contacts for it. If I do music, I want to make a name for myself. Be myself, Luka Couffaine, guitarist of Kitty Section- not 'Jagged Stone Junior'. I don't want the audience to be biased with prejudice or expectations. I make my own music. We, my band, make our own music. This is who I am -who we are- and this is how I want it to be. We reached here on our own merits. I don't want my own efforts and skills to be questioned because of my heritage, you know?" he explained. "That's why it's important for me to keep it a secret. Can you do that for me, please?"

"Yes, of course I will. I understand." She nodded. "I won't tell anyone. I promise"

"Thank you" he caressed her hand. Luckily, they were alone at the restaurant.

"No problem... You know? I'm Audrey's apprentice right now, but I want to make a name for myself too, someday. So I can relate to those feelings very well. I hope I can make it"

"You will" he assured. "You're already moving fast and efficiently towards that dream. Your works don't leave anyone indifferent. People- me included- love them, and you've proved it with your latest show's success. If you keep up your hard work, you'll accomplish all your goals. I truly believe that." He caressed her hand. "I support you"

"Thank you…" she blushed at her sweet smile. "I'll do my best"

"But wow- I had no idea you were 'that' Marinette. I heard about you from my father some years ago- only good things, I must add. And Rock Giant is still my favorite of his CD covers. Really- I knew you were talented but you never stop leaving me in awe!"

"It's not that amazing…" she blushed at his admiring eyes.

"Of course it is! What else have you designed? Tell me more"

"Oh, uhm- Let me show you" she took her phone out of her bag and opened the photos, showing him her designs as she talked. "There's Adrien Agreste's feather hat from when I was a teenager and Chloe's golden glitter dress she wore for her graduation… You know? She still thinks her mother made it for her… I'm keeping this secret under my sleeve in case she crosses the line someday" Luka snickered at her mischievous smirk. He had heard enough rumors about Chloe Bourgeois to get an idea of what she meant. "Oh- and here's Clara Nightingale's mask for the song 'miraculous', too" her finger swiped photos on her phone. "This one"

"Wow- all these look amazing"

"It's not-" nervously, she accidentally changed screens and a photo of Luka she took during his concert appeared on the screen. "Ah!" She hurried to swipe the photo away, but another one appeared, now showing a shirtless Luka on stage. The more she tried to fix it, the worse it got. Her blush deepened harder with every slide.

"You like me that much?" Luka chuckled at her failed efforts.

"Don't laugh! It's so embarrassing!"

"It's not embarrassing at all, Marinette. In fact, it makes me very happy to know you've been thinking of me, because I've been thinking of you, too. A lot" she blushed again, calmer. "I think you could get better photos of me, though. These are a bit blurry" Of course they were, how was she supposed to take good photos when she was so excited, vibrating with the audience? "Feel free to ask me if you want more?"

"I do want more… Together…?"

"Together? I'd love that" he held her hand again. "Do you want to take one now? Or later?"

"Later, please. My hair is a mess and I want to look prettier if I have to pose with you. You're too handsome and stand out so much, compared to me…"

"That's not true. You're the prettiest girl I've ever met, Marinette" she blushed deeply. "But sure, we can take them later. Would you show me more of your designs? Maybe even some ideas we could use for the guitar?" He pointed out.

"Sure!" she could only blush as they continued to converse amicably about her designs, his praises never ending.

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When they were given the receipt, Marinette proudly took out her credit card. She could pay now! And she wanted to. But then, Luka distracted her and he paid instead, skillfully switching her credit card with his.

"Hey!" She protested when she noticed.

She had wanted to compensate for how he bought her clothes but the moment she noticed the trick was already too late. He laughed and her complaint died in her throat when his hand wrapped hers and he kissed her cheek, leaving a subtle shade of pink on her face in return. "I told you I was going to spoil you today"

He certainly was… in many ways.

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Close to the restaurant, Central Park was the next place they visited. They laid down on the grass, on a bed made of fallen autumn leaves they created when they mischievously and playfully scraped a pile of them that rested at one side of the road. Hands held, they stared at each other lovingly, in silence, the sun rays softly bathing their skin.

"You're beautiful," he said, staring deep into her eyes- her soul.

"Not as much as you"

"Much more than me"

"Impossible. Besides, I'm not even dressed up for a date… My looks are a mess"

"No, they're not. You're gorgeous"

"Liar"

"I'd never-" He leaned over her, staring, as his fingertips caressing her reddened cheeks. "Can I kiss you, Marinette?"

She hummed, closing her eyes and lifting her chin up in response. She sucked in a breath when he closed the gap between their lips. She pulled him closer, her fingers sinking in the hair at the back of his head. She felt those recently familiar butterflies playing inside her stomach once again...

"More" she whined when he pulled apart.

"More?" He chuckled.

"You promised me lots of kisses…"

"And I absolutely plan to keep that promise" he caressed her cheek. "And much more. But later"

"Now…?" She begged, childishly. Luka found out that her reddened cheeks and her shy look under her lashes were very convincing. Adorable. He answered with a long, deep and hungry kiss that left them feeling hot and panting hard.

"Again" Marinette said, eyes half-closed, arms pulling him to close contact with their lips again.

He hummed happily as he complied.

Kisses continued and their heat raised. She wanted more. And more. And more. She could never get tired of kissing him. And he felt exactly the same.

Marinette moaned when Luka kissed her ear and he felt ashamed of how turned on her voice made him. He kissed her passionately and pressed his body tighter to hers. Her response was to push her body to his too, with a needy whimper that was driving him crazy.

This is why he had wanted to leave kisses for later. He seemed to lose all grasp of reality when it came to her. He had it very hard to stay collected. When their lips crashed, tongues danced together and heartbeats pumped in unison, that's all he heard: the most beautiful melody.

Marinette felt like she was going to overheat when she realized what the hardness pressed on her tight was. She was melting in his arms. The worst? She wanted more. Much more. All of him.

"Mo-"

"Get a room!"

Her whimper died in her throat when a cyclist drove close by very fast, the half-destroyed pile of fallen leaves flying on them with the wind he created with his speed.

The pair stared at each other with wide eyes, the heat of the moment immediately cooled down.

Then, after a few blinking and Luka's snicker, she came out of her trance: they were in a public place! They shouldn't make out in such a place! She had never behaved like that before. So embarrassing!

Luka couldn't hold back his laugh at her changing expressions: shock, acknowledgement, panic and utter embarrassment.

"Pfff- Hahahaha"

And, to her annoyance, it was contagious. She couldn't stop herself from laughing too.

He hugged her tightly- no need to say anything.

No regrets.

"Do you still want more kisses?" He whispered into her reddened ear. She knew he already knew the answer.

"Later" she whispered in a thread of voice.

Pleased, Luka gave her one last peck on her lips before standing up and offering Marinette his hand. She took it, joining his side as they playfully cleaned the leaves from each other's. Snickering and laughing in the process.

Fun.

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What happened next had Marinette in stitches.

"Oh my gosh! No way!" She exploded into a loud laugh.

A runner had passed nearby with his Michael Jackson music blasting from his phone. And what could he say? Luka was a huge fan of Michael Jackson. So when he heard the song… he immediately stood up to dance, following the rhythm of the music. And his moves were… well-

"Hahahahaha!"

Marinette's reaction said enough.

That didn't seem to discourage him, though. Mostly the opposite- he kept singing and dancing even more eagerly, making her laugh louder.

"Hahaha! No wonder you never dance in your music videos and performances!" She said between her laughing. "You're so bad!!"

"I'm bad! I'm bad" he started dancing along to a different Michael Jackson's song now, and her laugh volume intensified even more.

"Stop it! I can't believe you! I can't-!" She bent over, her stomach unable to stop laughing at his stiff, embarrassing moves. He didn't care about being ridiculous. And he certainly didn't regret anything when it made Marinette laugh like that. He loved her laugh.

"Okay okay- no dancing then" he shrugged, playfully pretending to be offended.

"You can't call it 'dancing' to that!" She laughed again. "I can't believe you're worse than me!"

"Am I? What about-"

Luka winked and walked a few feet farther, over the smoothly pavemented floor. Marinette looked at him, curious and her eyes opened extra wide, her mouth falling open when the young man started moonwalking masterly.

"What!?" She couldn't believe her eyes. "How!?" The young man continued with a playful smirk on. "Nonono! This is unbelievable! How can you moonwalk so well when you dance like that!?"

He finished with a turn and a smirk before talking again. "Can you moonwalk, Marinette?"

"Of course not! My feet already tangle just by walking. Imagine what a disaster it would be! I'd fall down for sure!"

"Come here, I'll teach you" he approached and offered her his hand. She was a bit uncertain but finally took it and moved with him on the pavement. He taught her the steps. "Now try to do it"

"As if it was that easy!"

"I'm here with you," he smiled.

Those words alone made her feel more secure and confident. So she tried, and it didn't turn out quite right.

"Oh. Not bad! Try again" Luka encouraged.

"Gosh- I'm such a disaster at this!" She protested. "Even worse than your danc- Ah!" She fell backwards, her back crashing on Luka's chest. She blushed at the contract that both refused to break. Luka surrounded his arms around her, burying his nose in her neck. In response, her arms did the same with his. Tenderly, enjoying the contact they were growing more and more familiar with. She turned slightly when she felt his face shift towards hers, sharing a soft kiss that made her knees weak. Fortunately, she couldn't fall when he embraced her so protectively, so secure.

"It takes practice. You'll be able to do it someday" he whispered to her ear. Flustered and warm, she could only nod shyly. "Let's go back there. I wouldn't want you to get injured" She nodded again, following after him under his secured arm around her waist. They sat down, Marinette's head resting on his shoulder as an excuse to feel him close. He leaned his head over hers, too, as he hummed for her, his hand caressing her softly.

"We have time until our next appointment. Let me know if there's anything you want to do or anywhere you want to go?"

"I'm perfectly right, now" she answered."I wouldn't like to be anywhere but here"

"Good. Because me neither"

They shared another sweet kiss as they rested comfortably on the bench, their free hands interlaced and eyes closed, as he hummed her a soft melody. They stayed like that for a few minutes until-

"Luka… Could you-?"

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Marinette wasn't sure if asking Luka to play for her, had been a good idea.

"Marinette, woo-ooh! Beautiful amazing girl" Luka excitedly strummed his guitar. "Do you feel like-?" he played nervous notes. "I want you to feel like-" he played playful notes that made Marinette chuckle. He smiled at her reaction. "And if you kiss me, then I'll be-" he played happy, ethereal notes, as if he meant 'in heaven' with them.

Just a few minutes ago, she had thought it had been a great idea, but she hadn't been expecting him to play so goofily. Honestly, she should have seen it coming when she saw that growing teasing smirk on his face after she answered "surprise me" to his "any specific song?" question. This man was crazy- that, she was sure of. But she certainly didn't hate it. At all. She was, in fact, starting to enjoy it more than she should, even if it surely gave her a second hand embarrassment. Leaving that apart, she still loved his songs: he was insanely good. His fame was absolutely deserved.

Unaware of her inner thoughts and secret praises she wouldn't easily admit, he continued playing, incombustible, encouraged by her laugh, unaware that his sounds were gradually louder along with his excitement.

"Luka!" She blushed. "People are starting to gather and stare!"

He chuckled at that. Being used to the audience, it didn't mean much to him. As long as no one recognized him, of course.

"Someone could-!"

Marinette was interrupted by a little kid running and stopping in front of Luka.

"Hey, guitar man! Play Dinohuggie's song!" The little kid commanded.

"Andy!" A woman who seemed to be the kid's mother frantically called, rushing to the kid and bowing to Luka apologetically. "I'm sorry!" He held the kid's hand. "C'mon Andy, apologize to him"

"No! I want to hear Dinohuggie's song!" The kid protested to his scandalized mother. From her experience with Manon, Marinette felt a bit sorry for her.

"Dinohuggie's song, huh?" Luka hummed, casually. "Okay, remind me how it sounds. Could you sing it for me a bit?" He winked and the kid beamed.

"But-" the mother was about to protest again, but Luka dismissed it easily with a few notes.

Marinette looked as the kid started singing the song, and Luka followed with his guitar. The rockstar knew the character, but he wasn't familiar with the song, since he had only heard it twice during the recording of an interview program. But it was catchy and easy enough for his absolute hearing to pick up the notes and play it. Seeing the energetic pair, more people approached to check on them.

"Yay!" The kid yelled when they reached the final note, and Luka leaned down to give him a high five. "It was so cool!" The kid's eyes glowed. "Play Kitty Section next!"

Marinette gasped, petrified, but Luka remained impassive. She could only find words of respect and admiration for his nerves of steel.

"Oh? You like Kitty Section?" The rockstar chuckled. "Good taste"

Marinette felt a sort of deja vu….

"Yes! Their songs are the bestest!"

"The bestest…?" his lips curved up proudly. "Nice"

"You look like Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section!" the kid pointed out.

Marinette's heart stopped at the kid's statement. Had he recognized him? 'Oh, no! What if he gets caught in a scandal!? And with someone like me!? The fans are going to be so disappointed and-' Her negative thoughts stopped very soon, when Luka laughed out loud.

"Really? I've been told that a lot, but I think I'm more handsome and talented than him," he joked.

"No way! That's impossible! I think it's because of your blue hair!" He pointed out. "And that you play the guitar!"

"Oh- that makes sense, little detective!" He ruffled the kid's hair. "I'll try dyeing my hair in another color next time so people don't mistake me with him, then. I think I'll go with pink next. I really like pink" he winked teasingly at Marinette, and she flustered in response.

"Ew, no! Pink is for girls!" He stuck his tongue out. "You're too cool for pink!"

"Pink is very cool! Labeling colors as girly or boyish is so old-fashioned! Not cool at all!" He disagreed. "All colors can be cool if the person wearing them likes them and is proud to wear them! Remember that"

"Hmph!"

"Ok so, Kitty Section…'' Luka straightened his back up again, stretching before getting into it. Andy turned all smiles as he sang along to their most popular song, with a few arrangements and a change of lyrics to adapt it to his little audience. The kid stopped singing to listen amusedly at the new lyrics that now, instead of a group of unicorn cats and a Rock band, mentioned a boy named Andy who had fun playing with Dinohuggie.

The little kid and his mother loved it and Marinette was stunned by the Rockstar's improvising skills. The performance wrapped up with a round of applause. Luka bowed to the audience before he focused on the kid again.

"So cool!" Andy's eyes were sparkling. "I wish Kitty Section had a song about Dinohuggie…" the kid lamented.

"Hmmm… It would be nice if Kitty Section had a song about Dinohuggie, wouldn't it? I bet Rose would love the idea" Luka amusedly chuckled and ducked down again to equal the kid's eyes level.

"I think so too!" Andy beamed. "Play it again! I want you to play more!" The kid yelled loudly, attracting the eyes of even passersby.

"Andy, behave!"

"It's okay, Madam," he said, looking up at her through his sunglasses. Luka laughed at his stubbornness and ruffled the kids' hair. "One last time, ok?"

"Ok!"

Gosh- Luka was good with children too, as if he needed to be more perfect! Marinette's heart beated quickly, imagining him… them… as parents and- 'Aahh!! Not so fast Marinette! You've just met!'

The smirk Luka directed to her as he played didn't help her to calm down at all!

He played a bit more until he reached the end of the chorus.

"It was nice playing for you, boy, but we have to go now. We're a bit busy today."

"But-!" He pouted in protest.

"Andy! Stop insisting! Thank him and say goodbye to them!"

"Thank you… and goodbye" the kid had hugged Luka's leg before reaching for his mother's hand and following her to the park's entrance. The rest of the audience started moving away as well.

"Bye!" The kid waved, turning to look at them while walking. Waving back, Luka lifted his sunglasses a bit and the boy let out a loud surprised gasp when he recognized Luka Couffaine from Kitty Section under the shades. "Mom! It really was him!"

Luka and Marinette laughed hearing the boy excitedly talking about Luka and his music. If it wasn't for his mother pulling him, Luka was sure that kid would have run towards him. Soon enough, though, they were out of sight.

"Sorry we got interrupted" sunglasses back in place Luka held Marinette's hand and squeezed it a little. "It's almost time for our next appointment. Shall we go now?"

Marinette nodded, smiling at him softly.

"How could you remain so calm when that kid mentioned your name and your band? I was so nervous! I thought my heart was going to burst out!"

Luka squeezed her hand and laughed at her honesty. "Being confident does wonders, Marinette. Besides…" he pointed at their feet with his finger. "We're prepared to run anytime, aren't we?"

"You're unbelievable!" She pressed her shoulder to him.

She meant it.

Because, gosh- What did she do to deserve meeting this incredible man? He was confident, charismatic, handsome, sincere, caring, fun, sweet… a bit crazy, too, but overall… he was amazing. The most amazing person she had ever met.

Compared to him she was… Simple. Uncool. Ordinary.

How could she be with him when the differences between them were so abysmal? When he was so impressive and she was just… clumsy. Small.

She felt like she didn't deserve him at all…

"Marinette. Are you ok?" Luka asked, noticing her being pensive.

"Ah, yes…" she answered. Luka noticed something was off but decided not to push. "I was just thinking you are truly amazing"

"You're pretty amazing, too, Marinette"

'Am I, though?'

"Thank you" She wasn't sure but hid her insecurities with a forced smile.

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Three months later, Andy and his mother were going to be surprised with an unexpected collaboration between Kitty Section and Dinohuggie, with a song for a cereal commercial on TV- featuring lots of pink and a kid called Andy in the lyrics. Said song was going to rock the little ones' world and cause demise to some parents.

Oh, and a certain kid started wearing pink more, always proclaiming how cool the color was.

#my fic #airip4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette

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