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distinctlywhumpthing · 3 months ago

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In League – Bath

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Late-19th century, indentured servitude, past-noncon implied, power imbalance, carewhumper/sympathetic whumper dynamics. Beta read by @alittlewhump!

August presses himself into the corner.

As far as he can get from the old copper soaking tub Midge filled with hot water, pitcher by pitcher, from the proper one down the hall. Wyatt knew this would be an ordeal and wanted to save August and the rest of the house from it transpiring in the shared washroom.

He already took off his jacket and waistcoat to work at his desk earlier. His sleeves rolled up and held in place by the stays so they wouldn’t get marked by ink. But he finished all the books an hour ago.

Time to get this over with.

August shakes his head as soon as Wyatt meets his eyes.

“It’s all right.” He keeps his distance, pushes the chair a little closer to his desk. Straightens the papers hanging over the edge before looking back at August. “It’s just a bath.”

The younger boy trembles. “P-please, sir—” He’s trying not to cry, swiping at his cheeks with the too-long sleeves of his borrowed shirt, pushing out his chin determinedly. “I’ll wash with the basin and cloth. Please—”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Wyatt says, taking a small step to the side. Even though it puts him no closer to August, the boy cringes at the movement. “The doctor said a proper bath. We’ve already delayed two more days.”

August eyes the tub over Wyatt’s shoulder. He presses his lips together and shakes his head. “Please, sir. I can’t…”

“What would you have me do?” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “I’ve already—oh, August. August, lad.”

He cries in earnest now, hiccuping quiet sobs, and gives up wiping the tears away, arms wrapped around his middle instead. Holding himself as though he might fall to pieces. “I-I-I-can’t, I can’t, s-s-sir. I’m sorry—”

Wyatt tries to move closer and August yelps, sticking both hands out, palms forward in defense. With nowhere to go since he’s cornered himself, his sobs only grow more ragged.

He’s no good at calming himself, not when Wyatt’s standing right there and could do it for him. He got by on his own many, many times but it’s different now he’s tasted the very warmth and comfort he spent all that time wanting, craving, needing.

“August—”

“Nnnonono—” Wyatt can’t get near him and he’s swiftly becoming hysterical, hands still outstretched, sobs racking through him so he shakes on the spot. His eyes are glued to the tub, barely even seeing Wyatt except as an extension of the threat.

Wyatt steps aside to sit on the foot of his bed and the crying falters. In truth, he’s closer to August now, just an arm’s reach away, but the footboard between them like an iron fence is enough to lessen the threat.

“C’mere. Come sit with me.” He holds out his hand and waits, doesn’t need to push. Bullying will only make August more desperate and wild. Patience finds the path of least resistance. He’s done it enough times, earned the trust of all the others, one by one, inch by inch.

It takes another moment and then August’s cool fingers grasp his. He lets himself be reeled in to stand in front of Wyatt. His face is all ruddy, cheeks wet enough that Wyatt can’t catch sight of the new tears once they fall from his lower lashes.

“All’s right, lad. All will be right,” Wyatt pulls him into his lap, settling the waif of a boy on one thigh. He couldn’t—nor would he ever—do this with any of the others but this one seems to find himself the exception in a steadily rising number of situations.

August is shaking, eyes unfocused like he has nothing to see now that he can’t watch the tub. He gasps and hiccups, trying to stop himself crying.

“You must breathe, lamb. Evenly, in and out.” Wyatt places a hand on the center of his chest. “Come now or you’ll faint,” he chides.

He manages a shaky exhale.

“That’s it.” Wyatt pushes some of the matted waves off his forehead. How might he react to the suggestion of a haircut to keep the hair from falling into his eyes so much? He tucks another tangled lock behind August’s ear and leaves his hand there, thumb stroking his temple. “There you go, in and out.”

As soon as he recovers his breath, he starts apologising, gripping Wyatt’s forearm with both hands. “I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, I—”

“Hush. Hush, now.” He pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket. “Dry your tears. All’s right.”

August obeys, sniffling. His hands fall to his lap, twisting the square of fabric around one fingertip, avoiding Wyatt’s gaze. Uncertain what to do with himself when he isn’t permitted to grovel.

Wyatt lifts his chin with a crooked finger and thumb. “The most favourable course is if you go willingly. For both our sakes.”

He only blinks at him with those wide, shining eyes. All the fight gone.

“I’d much rather be proud of you than have to force you.” August bites his lip, like he’s thinking it over but Wyatt knows he found an in. The boy is as hungry for praise as he is for a gentle touch. “I believe you can manage it.”

August flushes, even more swayed by the slightest confidence in his capabilities. “Yes, sir.”

His next task will be coaxing August to drop the loathsome honorifics.

“Come on. There’s a good lad.” He keeps an arm around August to lead him to the tub, which he hopes is holding its heat beside the fire.

August goes rigid as soon as Wyatt steps forward, digging in his heels until his stocking feet slide on the hardwood. But he doesn’t twist away. He lets himself be pulled, trembling but with his mouth set in a determined line. At the edge of the carpet, he trips into Wyatt and stays there, pressing against his side, as he finally looks into the water. It’s milky white from the soap, little bubbles resting among the foam on the surface.

Wyatt takes one of his hands and, with a gentle tug, lowers their entwined fingers to the water. August gasps and Wyatt lets him pull both of their hands away. “Sir, it’s warm.”

“So it is.”

“But…” He looks back and forth to the tub, brow furrowed.

“Certainly you’ve had a hot bath before.”

He shakes his head.

“I would have thought a house like Elmwood had all the latest fittings even in the servant’s washroom.”

“Of course, sir.” He drops his eyes, gaze circling the oval edge of the tub. His grip on Wyatt’s hand tightens subtly before relaxing again.“But I didn’t wish to take it from anyone else or be greedy.”

He can picture young August never asking for a second helping, taking cold baths. Quietly and diligently going about his work, constantly in fear of losing his place. Only to wind up with Keats. He had a reputation for being ruthless. How that might devolve when he had absolute power over someone, Wyatt didn’t like to imagine. August already demonstrated enough of its consequences to paint an abhorrent picture.

Wyatt wishes to tell him he’s finally found a place he doesn’t have to earn, where he’ll be safe. Where he can stay as long as he chooses. Same as all the others, each needing it desperately in one way or another. He’d never be able to hear it now.

He squeezes the younger boy’s shoulder. “You’re too good for your own good, lad.” August’s still too fixated on the looming task to give Wyatt more than an obedient hum of agreement. They had better get on before he abandons his stoic determination.

August seems to lose himself as he undresses, movements slowing the further he gets. Wyatt assures him he can leave on his drawers but he only nods numbly, crossing his shaking arms over his bare torso.

“Look at me.” He ducks his head to catch August’s eyes. “I’ll not hurt you, I mean to keep that promise.”

“I—” He bites his lip and nods.

“All right?”

The boy dips his head again.

“Shall I help you?”

He nods, though Wyatt wonders how much of that is just a reflex. He lifts him under the arms gently to lower him—

August cries out before he even touches water, twisting and flailing until his hands and feet find purchase. Wyatt bears the assault, afraid of causing injury if he simply drops him like a stone, until August eventually manages to wrap himself around him.

It takes a moment to find his voice. “Are you quite finished?”

They must look a sight. August clings to him so tightly, he doesn't need to be held, leaving Wyatt’s arms free to hold away from his sides if only to reduce their contact by some modicum. After all the prior upsets, he doesn’t give a damn about having Wyatt between his legs at this moment.

August buries his face in Wyatt’s neck. “I’m s-sorry—I don’t—I’m sorry,” he whispers breathlessly. Wyatt feels his tears beginning to dampen the points of contact between their skin.

He lies a hand on August’s bare back, rubbing circles once the boy stops holding his breath like he’s expecting a blow. “Need I remind you how capable you are of facing this?” He can feel August’s heart hammering against his chest so he keeps his voice low. “I’ve witnessed you staring down a whole room, with your hands tied no less.” He holds August under one thigh and reaches behind his back to uncross the opposite foot. “I was impressed by the fight in you, the fire in your eyes.”

August lets him straighten the leg and ease it into the water. He tightens his arms around Wyatt’s neck and stops breathing but doesn't struggle. Wyatt follows suit with the next so August is more or less standing in the tub.

“I know you to be brave...”

August yelps when his wounded hip meets the water, panting against Wyatt’s neck, arms still like iron to keep himself there. Wyatt doesn’t stop until he’s up to his chest in the water, following to kneel beside him on the canvas sheet Midge laid to protect the carpet.

“As brave as any of those wolves downstairs. Maybe you’re not a lamb after all…” August huffs against his neck and Wyatt smiles. He dips a cloth into the soapy water and runs it across August’s back, eliciting a shiver.

Wyatt washes most of what he can reach with the younger boy still clinging to him before August lifts his head. He straightens slowly, as though a sudden movement might change everything. His face is flushed and his hands shake fiercely when he releases them from behind Wyatt’s neck. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with them, fears touching the very water he sits in.

“All right. All’s right.” Wyatt cups the side of his face as his breath starts to quicken. “Just look at me, August. There you go, that’s it.” He presses the cloth into one of August’s hands, closing his fingers around it for him. “Come now, you’ve done this before.”

He bites his lips together as he submerges his hand while the other still hovers, trembling above the water. Wyatt catches his fingers and brings them to rest on the edge of the tub. August grips it immediately, knuckles turning white.

“You already smell like a rose,” Wyatt tells him, wiping a smudge off the side of his neck.

August huffs again, flushing even redder than he already is in the warm bath. He doubles down on biting his lip in a way that makes Wyatt wonder if it might be to hide a smile. A prize for another time.

“All that’s left is your hair.”

His Adam’s apple dips as he swallows.

“You can hold onto me and lean your head back.” When August only blinks at him, he adds, “unless you want to go under.”

He shakes his head, expression crumpling at the mere mention. “Please—”

“You’re all right.” Wyatt steels himself and takes both of his hands, bringing them back to his shoulders. “Just hold onto me.” As expected, August does so in a way that would make it nearly impossible for Wyatt not to submerge himself as well as August if that was what he intended. They’re nose to nose, again in contest with the intimacy August fears above all else. Excepting a bath, Wyatt is learning.

He has to bend over the tub to manage the angle. August hangs on his neck, alternately searching his eyes as though he might see the threat before it happens, and avoiding them completely like he doesn’t want to.

August gasps when the back of his head meets the water.

“It’s all right, you’re doing well.”

His eyelids flutter as Wyatt rubs at his scalp under the water. When Wyatt lifts him out and adds more soap, working it into a silky lather, August lets his eyes fall shut completely. As Wyatt's fingers card slowly but surely through the tangles, the knot of the boy’s arms around his neck loosens as well. By the time Wyatt tips him back to rinse the suds, it seems some of his unease has washed away too.

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ifearzombies · 2 years ago

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Funny Moments In the HoL

Just little things that MC would totally share with their friends in the Human Realm.

- You all decided to play Hide & Seek (with a few rules about locations). The winner was Leviathan. He hid in a cooking pot and the only reason anyone found him is after everyone else was found, Beel got hungry and turned the pot on. Poor Levi’s tail had a burn for days.

- Mammon stole your D.D.D. once. He returned it with more selfies than Asmo takes of himself loaded in there. You saved the naughty ones for later.

- Beel accidentally ate a burger squeaky toy you got for Cerberus. The squeaker and all. He got the hiccups later that day and everyone laughed at the squeaking going off.

- Solomon spent the night with you and Asmo. Asmo kissed his head at one point and left a kiss mark in his hair with his lipstick. It took DAYS to wash out. You then borrowed Asmo’s lipstick and put the mark right back on your favorite sorcerer.

- You got a cute rat plush for yourself. Barbatos saw it and your room was unusable for a few days.

- The entire household caught a cold and everyone was miserable. So you all just watched a bunch of movies all cuddled together. Belphie promised Mammon that the movie ‘Cabin In The Woods’ wasn’t a horror movie. It was a romantic one, showing him the reviews for a movie called ‘The Lake House’. Poor Mammon hid under your blanket almost the whole movie.

- You introduced Asmo to Elton John. Asmo loved his fashion and you’ve seen some of the most ridiculous outfits known to man, angels, and demons alike. You saved the pictures.

- You lost a bet to Levi and had to wear a Ruri-chan cosplay to RAD. This backfired because Levi couldn’t focus all day and took way too many pictures.

- You proposed a talent show to Diavolo. You regretted it almost immediately. The Little D’s, while great dancers, are HORRIBLE singers! They looked adorable though.

- You have discovered that Satan headbutts you when he wants attention. He accidentally did it with his horns once. Thank Diavolo they only slightly tore your clothes. But your arm was sore for weeks. Luke and Lucifer chastized him over the bruise.

- Lucifer bought a second motorized wheelchair. It’s not needed. No. He bought it so that you guys could all have wheelchair races.

- You sang the song ‘My R’ and the house was MASS PANIC! Everyone was so worried about you and you had to explain that no, you’re not depressed, you just like the song. No. Liking the song doesn’t mean I’m depressed. Really guys. I promise I’m OK. It took a LOT of convincing, but they eventually realized you were actually OK. They still made you go talk to Simeon just as a precaution. Simeon was just... very confused, but was glad you were OK.

- You mentioned to Asmo that pole dancing is a form of working out. Asmo INSTANTLY bought two dance poles. They lasted less than a day because the moment you tried to use it with Asmodeus, the house lost their shit. Lucifer had to get rid of them for your (hips) well being.

- Belphie one time fell asleep in the bathroom. You walked in and found him standing near the sink, head under the faucet as it ran. You took a picture and then helped him.

- Luke went sniffing around your room and found a vibrator. You told him it was a personal massager and he asked if he could use it to massage his back. You told him no and to not poke around your room like that again. You explained this to Simeon who turned beet red... and then asked to see the vibrator himself... Just so that he can make to avoid Luke seeing such things again. Obviously.

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delulujuls · 1 year ago

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friends don't know how you taste | ms47

hi! i know that i have a lot of second parts to write, like for example for this one, but i just cant write other stuff when i am having particular ideas in mind, ya feel me? but dont worry, i remember all of the requests and i will write them in the sooner than later future, i promise!

but here comes the mick schumacher's one and i hope that you will enjoy this while waiting for the next parts for other shots, so bon apetit!

summary: when you are in love with your best friend and only alcohol can untie your tongue to reveal your feelings

warnings: reader being drunk, mentions of alcohol usage

pairing: fem!bffreader x mick schumacher

"Careful, watch out."

The tipsy giggles intensified as Mick steadied his friend's waist a bit more securely while they exited the elevator on the correct floor.

The girl struggled to maintain her balance, and despite being upset when her friends ordered transportation to the hotel for her, she was delighted when Mick turned out to be her ride.

"We're almost there, you're doing great," he reassured her.

Occasionally, he glanced at her, wanting to ensure that the alcohol wasn't taking a negative toll on her. She, however, was in great spirits, giggling and being very talkative.

"When they told me to go back to the hotel because 'I've had enough,'-" she mocked one of her friends, hiccuping, "at first, I got mad. But when I saw it was you who came for me, you have no idea how happy I was to see you!"

She stopped and embraced him, hugging tightly. Mick chuckled softly and reciprocated the hug. He knew he was in for a rather amusing evening with his friend, whom he had no intention of leaving in such a state, even though he could see that she had indulged in one of those harmless ways that shouldn't lead to any harm. Nevertheless, he wanted a clear conscience.

"I'm happy to see you too, liebling."

The girl lifted her head, smiling at his face. Her mascara was slightly smudged, her eyes sparkling, and a wide smile stretched across her rosy lips. Mick returned her smile, looking at her affectionately. She looked charming, staring at him like a painting in the middle of an empty hotel corridor.

"Liebling," she repeated, trying to mimic the German accent, "am I your liebling?"

Schumacher laughed, hearing her feigned accent.

"Of course you are."

She giggled again and hugged him once more. Shortly after, they managed to reach her hotel room. Mick closed the door behind them and seated his friend on the bed. She immediately sank into the soft mattress, feeling everything around her spin. Mick put her purse aside and took off her shoes.

"We'll get you into something more comfortable, okay?"

"Just say you want to undress me."

She joked, giggling. Mick chuckled and shook his head. He was genuinely curious about what interesting things he would learn from his intoxicated friend, with whom he had been friends for many years, and who had never made him feel that there was anything more than friendship between them. However, with alcohol, the girl always became more open, and whenever he was around, she enjoyed his company. Mick decided to play along.

"No, absolutely. After all, we're just friends, right?"

He said, taking off her leather jacket.

"Friends, just friends," the girl sighed heavily, sitting down with difficulty, "of course, as you wish, liebling."

Mick laughed when she again used the term he often called her, this time with an exaggerated German accent that amused him.

"Do you even know what that term means?"

"Liebling?"

"Mhm."

He said, squatting by her suitcase and looking for something for her to change into. As he searched through her clothes, to his surprise, he came across his own T-shirt, which she must have borrowed from him at some point. He smiled to himself. It fit perfectly, being a bit too big for her and, as a result, comfortable.

"Of course, I know."

The girl snorted. Mick stood up and approached her again, holding the T-shirt in his hand.

"So, tell me, and I'll get you changed, okay?"

The girl nodded, a shadow of intense contemplation appearing on her drunken face.

"Liebling," she said again, with the feigned accent, "means darling."

Mick smiled, squatting down and unbuttoning her pants.

"That's right, it means darling."

"I'm your darling?"

She asked, looking at him. He lifted his gaze, and their eyes met. His once amused blue eyes suddenly became serious, and the girl's intoxicated, gleaming eyes also became a bit more serious, too. Nevertheless, a smile still lingered on her face.

"Am i?"

She repeated the question, but Mick couldn't bring himself to utter a word. However, he thought that the next morning, his friend probably wouldn't remember half of the evening, so why worry about what he would say? Even if he revealed his long-hidden feelings to her now, he could gauge her reaction even if it wasn't positive. Everything would return to normal the next morning. He decided to take the risk.

"Of course, you are, liebling."

The girl smiled. Mick returned her smile. He took off her pants and tossed them aside, leaving his friend in just the top and underwear. He stood up and handed her the T-shirt, which she clutched in her hand.

"Can you manage the rest? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"You promised to dress me, so you should keep your word."

She said confidently, looking into his eyes again.

"However you wish."

He replied softly, smiling slightly. He took hold of the bottom of her top and carefully removed it. He tried not to stare; that would be impolite. He grabbed his T-shirt and helped her put it on, tucking her hair behind the collar.

"We'll remove your makeup now, okay?"

The girl nodded and pointed to the bathroom. Mick disappeared for a moment, returning with micellar water and cotton pads. He sat next to his friend, looked at her face, and warmly smiled at her, sweeping her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears. The girl closed her eyes and nestled into his hand. Mick stroked her cheek with his thumb, looking at her affectionately.

"You have pleasant hands. I like your hands."

He chuckled softly.

"Is there anything else you like about me?"

He asked, after a moment, taking a cotton pad and soaking it with makeup remover. He placed one hand on the back of her head and gently started removing her makeup with the other.

"I really like your eyes," she said after a while, without hesitation, "they're beautiful. Like the sky on a summer afternoon."

Mick smiled, hearing that comparison. With careful movements, he swiped the cotton pad over her cheek.

"I love your smile. And your laughter—whenever you laugh, you brighten everything around you." As she said this, she smiled herself. Mick couldn't hide his own smile.

"God, I think there's nothing about you that I don't like."

"Really?"

He giggled, taking another cotton pad, and he applied it to her eyes.

"Although, no, there's one thing I don't like about you."

"I'm all ears then."

"That you haven't made me Mrs. Schumacher yet."

Mick smiled. For a moment, he worried if he had missed something.

"Would you like to be Mrs. Schumacher?"

"Oh God, yes!"

She replied without hesitation, making him laugh. He set the cotton pads aside and leaned in, examining her face carefully, checking if he had done well in the task entrusted to him—removing her makeup.

The girl bit her lip, watching his face.

"You're doing great. This is the moment when you give me a kiss."

Mick was taken aback by her confidence. Even though, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

"Like this?"

He asked, touching her cheek and kissing her. He felt her smile against his lips, deepening the kiss. Although her lips tasted like alcohol, the kiss was filled with emotions. Not wanting to overdo it, he intended to pull away, but she grabbed his hoodie and pulled him closer.

After a while, they separated, but their foreheads were still pressed against each other.

"You have no idea how much I like you."

Mick confessed quietly.

The girl laughed softly.

"And you're telling me this now, when I'm drunk?"

"You probably won't remember it in the morning," he replied, stroking her cheek, "so I'm not worried that it will change anything between us."

"And you don't want anything to change?"

Mick sighed and lowered his gaze, leaning back a bit. He took her hand in his.

"You're drunk, baby."

"No, not at all."

She replied quickly, but hiccups got the better of her. Mick smiled, stroking her hand with his thumb.

"I'm afraid you won't remember anything from this conversation tomorrow."

"Answer me, Mick," she said, looking into his eyes, which were now avoiding hers, "you don't want anything to change?"

He looked at her. He felt that this joking conversation had taken on a completely serious tone. So, he decided to go all-in.

"I'd like to stop pretending that I only want to be your friend."

The girl smiled.

"So let's stop being just friends."

Mick was about to say something, but she kissed him again. Despite the taste of alcohol from her lips, he also felt the taste of change.

After all, friends don't know how you taste, right?

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #ms47

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lilmissbacon · 21 hours ago

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Miraculous Art Club AU part 3

Part 1 / Part 2

(I have lightly changed Marc's ladybug mask)

I had originally planned to just share a little on this au before I make a YouTube video for it but with how long it's taking for me to finish my High Guardian Spice rewrite first, it's not gonna happen for a while. Meanwhile I genuinely wanna share more on this au because I'm on a miraculous fix right now.

Notice that I low-key put the couples in similar poses to each other? This was 100% unintentional 😆 (Edit: changed Mari's pigtails)

I had also wanted to finish my redesigns for our main character's civilian fits before anything else just to try and keep myself in some type of order to get this done.

And you know that fun little fact of how Marinette and Adrien's color pallets are the inverted colors of each other to kinda showcase they were made for each other? Well, I decided to have some fun and apply a color language for all of the couples in this au. They're not all inversions, but they all have some type of rule to tie their color pallets together in pairs. I also decided to challenge myself and apply it to their superhero forms as well because I hate myself 😂

So we'll get into the designs as well as some of my rewrite storyline. I ended up sharing a lot more than I expected so this isn't super organized. Especially when I got to the Adrien section I kinda just started talking about potential Nathaniel plot. But I did my best to keep some sort of order.

Now, I think I'm the only person who's realized that, while Marinette and Adrien are inversions of each other, Ladybug and Chat Noir also have their own color language.

Ladybug is red and black while Chat noir is black and green. They share one color and sport an opposite color, red and green. And which color that's mainly sported is switched (red = Ladybug's main color vs green = Chat Noir's secondary color).

That being said, I decided to not only use that for Marc and Nathaniel's colors, but to have them wear each other's colors in the miraculous like in canon with Caprikid/Roosterbold. So Marc's colors are black and green while Nate's are red and black.

In my au, Marc starts the first episode in a much more boring fit of a green hoodie under a black hood jacket with black pants and boots, but then Juleka would try to help him express himself more by letting him borrow some of her clothes (they just happen to be the same size). And Juleka is much more into the vampire/witchy aesthetic, hence why he has a crop hoodie with the moon phases on it. The backpack is her's from the year before as well. The frog purse I thought would just be cute for Tikki to be sticking out of, but I like to think it's a present from his mom before the big move or maybe something he got as a kid but never used again because he was bullied for it (finally using it again now that he's gained some more confidence). Now don't get me wrong, he's not going to be more confident like Marinette was after the events of origins. He's still going to have this extreme social anxiety that he has to deal with, but with the help of his childhood friend, Luka, and now Juleka, he's finally found it in himself to at least dress the way he wants.

I don't have nearly as much to say about Nate's fit because he doesn't have the symbolic costume change that Marc gets. Just that while his colors are red and black, the splotch pattern on his shirt is kinda meant to look like the cataclysm of the cat miraculous he uses. Similar to the moon phase wheel on Marc's hoodie (a spot/circle shape), it's a peek into the actual miraculous that they use.

Now, despite his last name, I personally never saw him as Jewish for the longest time. I've never really been one to actively look for someone's ethnicity but when the topic came up, weirdly enough, if anything I got more of a Viking vibe from him. Though it wasn't until after saying that out loud to myself that I realized that might be because he reminded me of Hiccup in the first How to Train Your Dragon 💀🤣 But I am more than willing to make him both Viking and Jewish. Both on his deceased dad's side, his mom isn't very present in his life (emotionally). His cuffs are kind of the calling card for my viking headcanon, while his miraculous/ring's disguised form has the Chai symbol on it, which means life. And because he's Jewish on his dad's side, it's almost like a sign from his dad to keep living his life 🥹

Again I'm not going super deep into the family drama right now because this post is already going to be long enough as it is.

Their colors are inverted like Marinette and Adrien. I will say, when you look at Luka inverted, the gray of his shirt and the teal of his hair may be more light brown and orange. But that's why Chloe has sparkly brown eyeshadow and orange lensed glasses 😋 I make it work.

Luka is canonically the only other boy Chloe has considered attractive so how could I not pair them in the au? Luka is a very calm and collected person that can bring Chloe down to reality and because he's always been so responsible in helping others most of his life, Chloe makes the time to spoil him while trying to be more responsible around him so he can stay loose.

Yes, Luka's gonna be less of a heartthrob musician cliche in this au. He's already canonically the therapist of basically everyone in Paris while keeping Ladybug and Chat Noir's ID's secret, boi has to be stressed out.

He doesn't go to Collège Françoise Dupont because of a delinquent rep he indirectly built while protecting Marc from bullies growing up. So he'd meet Chloe for the first time, outside of the school bully context and be able to see through her spoiled brat persona.

I'll note here that in my au, Chloe doesn't see Adrien romantically. She's gonna be more like the protective sibling and see Adrien as family. But she's willing to make people see them in a romantic light if it means protecting Adrien from fangirls who'd take advantage of him.

Which would make it kinda funny when Adrien and Marinette start liking each other. Like, by the time they do, Chloe's redemption arc has already happened (she's still the sassy queen we know and love but she's much less insulting and more mature now. I see her being pretty similar to Stella from Winx (s1-3 Stella, we don't talk about Stella passed the first movie)(I my god I just realized Luka x Chloe is totally super Stella x Brandon coded 🤣🤣🤣)) so she no longer holds any antagonistic will towards Marinette but because of their past, she knows that she has no room to go against the adrienette ship. So she's kinda just watching their feelings grow and is like, "... This is so weird."

Now, is it kinda gaudy to wear pearls, diamonds and gold all in one outfit? Yes. Is Chloe also a teenager trying to show off how rich she is, partially in the hope that she'll make more friends using her money? Very much so. I doubt her shorts pass the school dress code but she most likely paid off the school board to let her dress however she wants.

(It wasn't until after I finished writing this post that I realized I never said what their super names would be ☠️ I was just expecting to share some art in my first post before my video. So before we go any further:)

Marc/ladybug = Beetle Bug

Nathaniel/black cat = Catico (like calico but cat pun)(I'm gonna make it a thing that Nathaniel's dad loved puns and dad jokes)

Luka/fox = Otocyon

Chloe/dragon/bunny = Ladoness/Bella Bunny

Alix/ox = Onyx

Juleka/turtle = Marina

Rose/bee = Zinnia

Adrien/butterfly/snake = Papillon/Aspik

And I'll also say this here; that I did draw these fits with what miraculous they'd end up with in the end (though I also kept in the butterfly on Adrien just so you could see what it'd look like for him (he's wearing the brooch on a chain necklace)). I've shown Chloe having the dragon and she'd be getting it the same way she got the bee in canon. But before she ever gets the chance to crash out and reveal her identity to the public, the moment Audrey says Chloe wasn't exceptional, Nathaniel (who had been invited to the show by Marinette as her +1 because they're pretty close friends by this point) goes off on Audrey about how much of a horrible mother and person she has to be for saying something like that. He wouldn't care that she's famous because she has no effect on his life and let's just say, he could kind of relate to Chloe in that moment 🫢. So my plan is that she finds the dragon miraculous but no one finds out, and then a few days later a new dragon hero called Ladoness starts joining in on the fights. Not even Beetle Bug or Catico know who she is and at first they do try to get the dragon miraculous back but after a while of her evading that, they realize that she's genuinely trying to help and be a good hero, so they decide to give her the chance.

And because Loong is kinda meant to be like, the typical wise one of the kwamis, he kinda becomes like Chloe's "Uncle Iroh." It would be a lot of fun banter because of Chloe's selfishness but because he is a cosmic entity, he's the only one she felt like she couldn't exactly say no to without repercussions. Yeah, he never told her that the holder could control kwamis. 1) To be safe, and 2) If she's gonna keep evading giving the miraculous back to its rightful guardian then he's gonna take charge to at least try and make her a better person while he's here.

Now I'm explaining this because she's not exactly wearing the dragon miraculous here. Luka would originally only have the silver diamond shaped necklace before getting the fox, who's disguised form is the boat anchor necklace. And I'm sure you're not blind, noticing that she has the rabbit miraculous on her design sheet. Because my plan is for her identity to eventually be revealed unwillingly, to which she would have to give up the dragon. Symbolizing how she no longer needs one to feel more important now that she's finally made new friends in the art club. Though it is still sad because despite their troubles, she and Loong did grow to care for one another. In the same vein of a responsible older sibling taking care of their troublemaking younger sibling. Think Lilo and Nani from Lilo & Stitch.

Their couple color scheme? Similar clothing colors and opposite hair. Hair: purple vs yellow, easy. Clothing: purple & pink being next to each other on the color wheel. Sharing some light pink while that pink on Juleka is also near white to be compared to the white on Rose's top. Sharing dark/black leggings & shoes. Also giving their tops the opposite design for who you'd expect to be wearing them. To showcase their connection but I also think it better showcases themselves as characters. Because while Juleka is very goth and into the dark and spooky, she also very kind and shy. Meanwhile we know that Rose is sickeningly sweet but she's also into hard rock and heavy metal. I totally see her as being the type of person who you'd never expect to like horror films, but it turns out that she actually loves them. Because they can be a source of releasing pent up stress and anger.

I'mma make a canonical reason for Juleka having red eyes being that she has ocular albinism, which from what I know, can have a side effect of being sensitive to light. Hence how she got into the dark and creepy. Just wanting to be inside or in the dark because of her eye sensitivity. Vampires + other supernatural creatures often being depicted with red eyes in movies/stories, which made her feel a little more seen as a child who had no one else that shared this unique trait of her's. So despite being made fun of for her red eyes as a kid, she's always emulated the aesthetic of vampires as a way to kinda embrace it. Encouraged by her mother. Who taught her that bullies aim to make you feel bad about what makes you special and if you take pride in it, then those bullies can't win.

Juleka still has some sense of self diffidence about her eyes because of the bullying and no one else in her real life not having it, but she never lets it show.

As for Rose's story, she was still sick at some point like in canon. But I'm specifying it so that it was a massive tumor she had in her head. One so big that when it was finally removed, it left a massive empty space in her head and that is what causes her headaches. Her head muscles pulsating because there's not supposed to be a pocket space there. She is perfectly fine but because Juleka looked up on tumors to be safe (if you still have pains after a tumor removal, it might mean that it's grown back) she now has a constant fear about it. And yes, having an empty space in your head and still being perfectly functional is possible. I've seen situations where the brain was even worse but the person was fine and I even went over this idea with my mom who works at a hospital. The human body is fucking insane.

Though this is how Juleka and Rose actually met. The year prior, Juleka was repeating she was assigned next to Rose in class to help her with class work (because she was having memory/learning troubles during treatments and after the surgery) for extra grade points. And befriending Juleka is how she was introduced to the horror genre as well. It's... weirdly what helped manage to emotionally get her through the stress of having surgery. The logic would probably be something along the lines of, "nothing like what that slasher or werewolf did would ever happen in the operating room." To us that's very weird logic but to a child/preteen, that makes sense, ya know? When Rose is older and looks back on it, even she's confused about that logic.

And just to leave off to the next couple, with their pair coloring rule on their superhero forms: While the deep green of Juleka's turtle suit is kind of a stretch to match with Rose's bright yellow, they still share black, and Juleka's suit also sports plenty of light green, light yellow and orange accents. And the opposing hair? Rose's is yellow with black bits and Juleka's is black with yellow bits.

I'll be deadass that I basically just straight up yoinked this outfit for Marinette from Zoe-oneesama's Scarlet Lady au Bubbler ep. That being said, I did change it up a little, like the dots on her dress top not being messy splotches rather than a polkadot pattern. Adding a little pink stitching to the vest, and including the flower pattern that Marinette has on her canon shirt onto her new shirt AND on her shoes. I also changed the necklace to make the heart pendant smaller, but then the fit felt too bottom heavy so I tried to even it out a little by putting pearls on the chain that got bigger the further back they went on her neck.

Now you already know their colors are inverted and where so I don't need to explain that. Though I will say that instead of Mari's hair being canonically black, just looking blue to the audience because it's easier to animate, in my au Marinette straight up just dies her hair blue. Everyone else that had the blue hair effect like Marc, Sabine, Kagami, etc, their hair will be just straight up black (with a blue sheen for Marc just bc). Marinette dying her hair will be similar to Marc's clothing switch; she's her scaredy cat self in the origins episodes, but then she sees how scared Beetle Bug also is on TV before he fights through the fear and it inspires her to do the same. The next day her hair is dyed and she finally takes her first stand against Chloe. Though you may have noticed her eyes are brown. Straight up, I just think she looks cuter with the dark eyes.

And as you can see above, she'll be getting the pig miraculous. 1) Because the colors I'll use are the perfect inverted colors of my Aspik design for Adrien (ironically I had picked the pig before I realized this) and 2) Part of Marinette's character in this au is that she helps brighten up Marc's school life, doing everything she can to try and help him make friends in spite of his anxiety. Her super name is Primrose.

And you know what? I'll put this here just for clarification that the whole Kim at the Pool incident does not exist in this au. It was a spiteful attempt to further assassinate Chloe's arc, make you feel bad for Marinette, justify her stalking, and it ruined Kim in the process. Meanwhile I had been planning out this au for a long time – back just before season 4 ended – I had already planned for a scenario similar to the Kim/Pool incident to be something that happened to Marc in the past. So no, this is not me taking Marinette's development and giving it to Marc or anything. This was me delering it from Marinette bc it makes no sense for her and then my own idea I made before certain episodes had been released happened to match up in show later. It happens all the time within fanworks.

So the pig's powers will stay the same, as it represents Mari's role in Marc's life now and because it does essentially put opponents in a trance. So it's perfect for distractions.

And I already gave a summed up rundown of Adrien's plot in the pt. 2 post. But what I will say while I'm on the topic, is that the canon plot that is going on about keeping the truth about Gabriel a secret from Adrien; I'm just gonna kinda slide that over to Nathaniel's mom...

...

Don't look at me like that.

Yes, unlike the bully/pool plot thread going to Marc because of coincidence, this is literally me just recycling Adrien's plot for Nathaniel. Because in this au Adrien starts off having already found out that he's a sentibeing and having his villain era, so there was really nothing else to take from the canon show for Adrien's plot here. He's still very present mind you, he'll have his own redemption as well, but it's nothing from the canon.

Listen, the plot going on in canon season 6 right now can genuinely be super interesting. It's just with the way this show built up to it, I can't bring myself to be invested. Not to mention I had already written my au to make it so that Gabriel never uses the butterfly miraculous, therefore he never goes batshit crazy and genuinely tries to be a better father for Adrien after he sees what Adrien was willing to do because he emotionally neglected him. I had done this because in early seasons, we had seen hints to the idea of Gabriel actually caring for Adrien only for that to be retconned until the very end when he died and finally seemed to care... I think. (This man's definition of love makes no fucking sense y'all).

However in my rewrite, I was already making Nate's mom a piece of shit with no redeeming qualities and I was just gonna leave it at that honestly. Because sometimes abusive-parent situations just aren't solved and people can do nothing but try to move on afterwards. But recently I was thinking over the au and what I may need to edit/change and I suddenly just had the thought of like... Maybe I could make it work. Because I like to challenge myself in my rewrites by trying to recycle everything. Nate's mom wouldn't manage to make the wish, fuck that noise 'cause she'd trade Nate for her husband without hesitation. But the idea of Nathaniel's mom being a villain and defeated (she had to be killed to be stopped) but then Marc – who has already been also dealing with a ton of other stresses I won't bring up here – doesn't know how to break it to Nate that he killed his mom and doesn't know how horrible of a parent she was. So he lies that she sacrificed herself to stop the big bad. Which would do nothing but shatter Nate's brain because "wtf do you mean? Since WHEN would she care?!!"

Just that tension you'd feel. The weight of the lie hovering while Nathaniel starts reimagining his mom in a better light for her sacrifice, only to eventually find out he had been bamboozled? It would be like losing another parent all over again for him as well as another betrayal. This time from his mother as well as his partner. Bro would full on. Crash. Out. Deservedly so. Low-key that would straight up break Nate's psyche, 'cause he already heavily blames himself for his dad's death. This plot just makes more sense here than what canon has offered this far imo.

That situation really is juicy as hell and as a writer/artist, I know that you need to make the most compelling story beats connected to your main character(s). Which in this au, is Marc and Nathaniel.

But idk, let me know what you think on this idea, I could just completely drop it for what I was doing before if y'all feel like it's too much recycling between characters. I would genuinely love the feedback, I'm always second questioning myself with these things.

Exhale 💨

Well on to our last design I GUESS 😅🤣

And Alix being the easiest to make color-wise because she's not being paired with anyone. Go my Aro Queen 😚 Her look might just be my favorite out of the bunch, she just looks badass. I did get the fit design from THIS Pinterest pic but the colors are all my choosing. I usually use a mix of Pinterest and Gacha life 2 for the character designing process. Which, funnily enough, when making the fit on gacha I had used a few different things to make the shoes sport all the colors in a way to connect the color pallet across the board. Only to realize like a week ago that I basically just straight up gave her her canon shoes 🥲 I mean if it works, it works and it helped me in designing the front of her hat to match. I like to think her shoes and hat are merch of a popular roller derby team and then she just switched out the black laces for pink. I can then imagine her recycling one of the black laces to use as her hair tie as well, she would totally do that.

And yes the backpack is just an Arcane/Jinx backpack recolored and drawn over, I just did not have the energy to trace and re-color in the backpack myself like I did for the others. Maybe later, I'll edit this post. But I do see Alix as being one to draw/color/spray paint all over backpack for fun.

In terms of her backstory, she is raised in a family of historians/egyptologists but she never gained the same love for it that her parents and brother did. Instead she was always more active and wanted to watch the sports channel more than the history channel. So because her family doesn't know how to further connect with her, they just kinda leave her to her own devices. They're not neglectful by any means, in fact her dad feels awful about how he can't really connect with her interests. But they all, Alix included, decided that they're fine just kind of doing their own things during most days and then just having dinner to talk about how each other's day went before bed. Staying connected in their own way while not annoying each other by trying to force a closer connection. Though Alix does go out of her way to stick to the louvre when she has nothing else to do or is doing homework, so she can read over the paintings and scriptures while skating around, so she can at least keep up with what her family talks about during dinner. (She and fam live right next to the louvre bc her dad is also curator.) Though even with them all understanding, that doesn't stop her teenage emotions from feeling just a little resentful about being stuck in a family where none of them understand her.

That being said, Alix is Nathaniel's childhood friend. Having met at the louvre when Nate went with his dad to see the pretty art. Always having his back and trying to get him to socialize again after his father's death. Making sure to cover for him whenever he "disappears."

To which I'll finally say this here to leave this post off with; that I do plan on changing up the whole "secret identity rules." Because Beetle Bug and Catico have no idea where their miraculous came from or anything, they had just decided to keep their ID's a secret from each other as well just to be safe until they learn more. (Note: my Master Fu is gonna be more competent but would've expected them to share their ID's. When he finds out, he decides that as long as they still have total trust in each other, it probably is the safer option for now.) Within the first or second season, the pressure of being a superhero on top of meeting new people would definitely get to Marc eventually and he would break the secret to Luka. Some time after (1-3 eps later) he talks to Catico about how he's revealed his ID but it was to his closest friend during a low moment. Talking it out, they decide to still keep it a secret from each other, but they're both allowed to intrust their identity to 1 in their civilian life. To make things fair and for better support outside the mask.

Hence Luka would know Beetle Bug's ID and Alix would know Catico's.

Now knowing Nate is a super hero, she ain't gonna lighten up into terms of athletic training. She used to go easy on him when they'd play wrestle and such growing up, because he was never as strong or active... Not anymore. He needs to stay vigilant for any scenario, she's going all in from now on because he needs it and it's funny when he fumbles. She'd be a lot like Toph with Aang in ATLA, Alix be a real G out here 😂

And that's pretty much it for now. Let me know what y'all think, I love comments 🥳 @634783

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ezshellshocked · 1 year ago

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⚡︎ ┊ TMNT : Finalized designs & Headcannons.

⚡︎ ┊ Finished my official designs, now I can make comics and such without them looking different every time. !! HEADCANNONS BELOW IMAGE, FOR ANYONE INTERESTED.

⚡︎ ┊ HEADCANNONS.

Leonardo

Cannot be sneaked up on (Will catch whoever tries)

Lots of night terrors

Light sleeper

Loves bubblegum

Superiority complex

Talks to himself out loud

Really good at lying (Best liar in the family)

Always smells good

Very overprotective (especially over Mikey bc he's the youngest)

Annoying older brother vibes

Argues with Raph the most

Sleeps with one eye open (literally)

Allergic to dogs

Only turtle who CAN cook

Can't watch horror films (they freak him out)

"IDC" Thinks about it for hours

"I'm not scared!" Freaks out

Hates bugs

Raphael

LOVES Halloween. (Has decorations all over his room)

Heavy sleeper

Snores but says he doesn't

Mr.Sarcastic

Picks on Don the most

Swears in nearly every sentence

Metalhead

Bedroom? No, Mancave. (Barely leaves his room)

Talented artist

Plays the bass guitar

JUGALLO RAPH REAL!!

Hates everything and everyone.

Edgy middle child attitude

"IDGAF!!" Starts crying

Likes Mikey more bc he can playfight rough with him.

True crime >>>

Horror movies >>>

Works out to calm himself down

Only shows his "cool" art to his brothers, keeps everything else hidden

Always looks angry no matter what

Can't control his tone of voice (Speaks really loudly, and aggressively)

Hates being told what to do

Deathly terrified of roaches

Missing a tooth (From a fight with leo)

Donatello

Very very VERY tired

Mr.Fix-it

Germaphobe

Neat-freak

Really picky with food

Won't eat spaghetti or most noodles bc it reminds him of worms

Hates wearing most clothes because they make him feel trapped

Gets hiccups when nervous

Doesn't drink coffee, though likes energy drinks

Must double check everything a billion times

Throws a fit when someone messes with his plans, or things

Swears as much as Raph

RARELY in his room, mostly in his lab.

Hates the smell of dust, sage, and greasy food

Likes collecting pens

MOOD SWING KING!!

Paranoid all the time

Insomniac

Almost always accidentally falls asleep in his lab.

Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes

Can only draw mechs and vehicles, cant draw anything else

" We're poor as dirt " Has thousands of dollars hidden in his room.

Has to wear glasses but doesn't around his brothers (they pick on him :( )

Likes psychological horror better than visual horror.

Slouch king

yells a LOT

Listens to techno music when making inventions

#1 oingo boingo fan

Has slight bucked teeth

Speaks with a lisp

Michelangelo

Spoiled younger brother vibes

Loves video games

A LITERAL GOD AT DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION

Hates being left alone, or away from his brothers for long periods of time

ALWAYS asking Donatello for money (usually a yes)

LOVES candy (especially sour)

Borrows April's camcord to take stupid videos

Cracks every bone in his body when nervous

"The vibes are off right now…"

" Dudezz!! " " Chill out brozz " type of guy

Wears braces!

Always doing stupid shit

PRANK LORD

#ILOVEBEINGATURTLE!!!!

Sings in the shower

Puts on whole concerts for no reasons

Plays the drums

LOVES play fighting with Raph

Likes cooking, but cant do it good.

"CAN WE KEEP IT!!"

"I licked it, it's mine"

Steals from everyone, thinks its funny

Hides Donnie's tools for fun

Talks too fast

#digital art #artists on tumblr #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt redesign #tmnt design #tmnt headcanons #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt michelangelo

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emeritusemeritus · 1 year ago

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No Good Deeds [George Weasley x Reader]

Part 5

Part 1 2 3 4 5

Pairing: {George Weasley x Reader} mentions of previous Fred Weasley x Reader.

Timeline: Set a few years after DH, loosely following Canon.

Summary: A few years after Fred’s death, the investors of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes demand changes to the name. All it would take is two years of a fake marriage to fix the issues, but no good deed goes unpunished.

Warnings: Fake marriage trope because we love the cliché. Mentions of death (Fred). Friends to lovers. Slow burn but mentions of kissing and eventual smut. Swearing. George calls us Angel. Drinking. SMUT. The smut has arrived! P in V, oral (both). Angst, sadness, grief. Tags will be updated with each chapter. Not Beta-read or spell checked.

Honeymoon time 💕

Your wedding to George was a jubilant celebration with your family and friends, a chance to bask in the love you were so thankful to receive from everyone around you. You'd honoured Fred in many ways that day, including photos of him, an empty chair with his name on and many other little ways to make it seem like he was there. You'd noticed George had worn his chain under his suit shirt and the sight of it made butterflies flutter inside you.

It was a small and quaint wedding that had admittedly been rushed in planning, only two weeks after you'd announced your engagement, but it was perfect. No one had doubted your intentions and the day had gone completely to plan, except for the regular hiccups that seem to occur when a group of people are brought together. Muriel had been characteristically foul as usual and had clashed with your great aunt Ariadne though she'd avoided the more triggering topics which was one consolation.

You danced with your friends and your now blended family late into the night, with George eventually stealing you back from dancing with Bill for one final dance.

"Have you had a good day Mrs Weasley?" He asks, holding you close as you sway with surprising grace even with the healthy amount of alcohol you'd both consumed.

"The best, Mr Weasley," you beam up at him, his handsomeness once again hitting you as you look upon his smiling face.

"Couldn't have asked for better. I don't think you've ever looked more beautiful."

The night you'd spent together had not been repeated since, nor had you really spoken about it. There was a lingering tension between you, growing increasingly stronger throughout the day as you thought of your wedding night and honeymoon, the anticipation almost consuming you.

Ginny and Fleur had whisked you away from George not long after your final dance to get you ready to leave for your honeymoon, which you'd be departing for very soon. It was tradition in the Weasley family to immediately begin your honeymoon the night of the wedding and you had readily accepted the chance to exit out of the wedding a little earlier into the night, giving you and George some time alone.

You'd chosen to honeymoon in the U.K. to keep costs down, after all this whole situation was based upon George reclaiming the shop as sole owner and any unnecessary spending would only increase the amount of time you'd be married. Bill and Fleur had graciously offered for you to stay in Shell Cottage with them but George had instead chosen to surprise you with your destination. He'd tactfully evaded every single one of your questions, relishing in his power of knowledge but had thankfully given you a few clues as to what you should pack. Clothes for all weather, from hot to bitter cold, a couple of 'nice' outfits and a bathing suit. So, nothing to really go off.

Percy had arranged a ministry car for you to borrow for the week, his gift for you both and you'd decided to travel like muggles for the week, taking your time and only using magic when necessary. George was driving to your destination, the luggage and travel necessities having been packed up earlier that day by the Weasley boys and Harry.

The crowd cheered as you both walked towards the car that was waiting for you, your family and friends gathered around with jubilant faces as you walked hand in hand towards the car. You both paused to thank and embrace Mr and Mrs Weasley before climbing into the car, George opening the door for you before getting in on his side. You waved at the gathering of people in front of you as George pulled away and as you pulled away from the Burrow, you peered through the back window, squirming around the freshly painted 'just married' sign to see your loved ones fading further away as they carried on the party.

"Are you okay?" George asks gently as he drives out of Ottery St Catchpole, the rolling Devonshire fields passing you by as the sun begins to set.

"I'm... incredible, I don't think there are words for how I'm feeling," you say with a wide smile, giggling a little at your inability to get your words out. He chuckles and reaches for your hand, pulling it onto the gear stick to join his.

"I know what you mean, I feel like I'm floating," he says, flashing you a smile before turning his attention back to the road. You take the opportunity of his attention being elsewhere to really look at him, the plains of his face looking unbelievably handsome to you. He looked stunning in his suit, the colour and cut of the material only serving as a compliment to his gorgeous red hair and sharp features.

"Checking me out Mrs Weasley?" He says with a smirk, eyes still fixed on the road. You fight to hide the creeping blush that appears on your cheeks, realising that he'd caught you staring. You bite your lip and turn away, choosing to look out of the window at the rolling hills instead. "You can you know, I'm yours now."

You turn to look at him and the smile he has plastered on his face fills you with warmth and nervous excitement.

"You look so handsome, I feel like I can't take my eyes off you," you admit, a little bashfully.

He gives a deep chuckle and squeezes your hand that is still held by his own.

"You have no idea how hard it is to drive right now, all I want to do is stare at you," he admits, though he sounds completely unashamed of his words. You blush and look away again, this time out of pure bliss, wanting to remember everything about this moment.

"Get some sleep Angel, it's quite a drive," he says softly a few minutes later, turning down the radio that was playing music in the background.

"I'm okay," you lightly protest, despite feeling relaxed by the drive. "I wish I'd taken this dress off though, not the best travelling outfit."

"And take that joy away from me? How dare you," he jokes, sounding a little outraged. Your stomach instantly fills with nerves and butterflies at his words; he intended to take your dress off.

You fell asleep a short while later, just as the last slither of sunlight had disappeared into the horizon, the long stretch of road ahead now only lit by car lights and the faint cats eyes on the ground. The mixture of the low humming from the radio, the gentle rocking of the car and the presence of George was enough to lull you into a much needed sleep as you cuddled into a pillow you'd thought to pack, wishing that you were wearing something much less restrictive but that couldn't be helped.

When you woke again, it was still pitch black and George was still driving, the car lights ahead of you the only clue to where you were.

"Hi Angel," George says, noticing you staring as he briefly looks over at you with a smile.

"Mmm, hi Georgie," you mumble back, still fighting off the last embers of sleep. "Where are we?"

"Nice try," he says, not falling at the last hurdle and you give a little huff, hoping that one would have worked. "About an hour away."

"Is there time to stop for a coffee somewhere?" You ask, sitting straighten in your seat as you abandon the pillow into your lap.

"I don't know anywhere that would be open," he says, flicking his eyes to the dashboard clock, prompting you to do so and realising that it was now past midnight, much to your surprise.

"McDonald's will be," you say with a little shrug, trying to see any hints from signposts as to where you were of where the next services would be.

"McDonald's?" He asks, completely oblivious and you can't help but laugh, never having thought about how the notion of 24 hour fast food had not yet entered the wizarding world, making George completely oblivious.

"It's a 24 hour restaurant, usually around road services, it's fast food," you explain. He immediately gets it and let's out a little 'ahhh' of understanding, telling you that there was a services coming up and you could check if there was one there. There was.

Introducing George Weasley to drive-through ordering was nothing short of hilarious and you'd briefly lamented the fact that his first McDonald's experience wouldn't be inside an actual McDonald's building but you were not about to enter a fast food joint at a service station in a wedding dress. You'd both ordered a coffee, yourself a medium coke and then you had excitedly introduced him to not only a Big Mac but also chicken nuggets, both of which were a complete revelation to him and you had to hold back serious giggles at his reactions. Half an hour later and you were on your way, coffees in hand and belly's a little fuller as you prepared for the last part of your journey.

"Are you sure you don't want me to take over? I don't mind driving to give you a break," you offered as you watch him put on his seatbelt.

"You don't know where we're going," he says with a devilish smirk but you feign innocence.

"Then just tell me and I'll get us there," you say innocently, batting your eyelashes at him.

"Nice try baby," he says with an even more sinister smirk, his eyes roaming your face briefly before he turns on the car and begins to pull away after one last sip of coffee.

You were transfixed as George turned right up a long winding path entirely shielded by trees, the long road leading you deeper under the canopy of trees until you were completely surrounded by woodland. You could make out a small, warm light at the end of the long road and became transfixed on the approaching light, trying to focus your eyes hard on that point, trying to make sense of it. The car swerved a little to avoid a large twig in the road which brought your destination into clear view.

You gasped at the beauty of the scene in front of you, looking excitedly at George who looked more than pleased at your reaction.

"George," you say breathlessly as he parks up in the little clearing beside the place you'd be staying.

It was a rustic log cabin, completely shielded away from everything by a large canopy of trees, a beautiful escape completely hidden away from the outside world. The cabin was almost entirely made of wood with wooden shutters and a wrap around deck.

"George it's beautiful," you say, completely gobsmacked as you look at the gorgeous lodge in front of you, seeing it illuminated by the multiple lanterns that offered a stark contrast against the pitch black night.

"Only the best for my bride," he teases, opening up his car door, prompting you to do the same.

"Want to explore whilst I unload the car?" He asks with a grin, holding the keys to the cabin out in front of you, the little wooden keyring clinking against the two old fashioned keys. You nod enthusiastically and reach out to grab them, pulling George in and without much thought, you leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. Instantly, you realised what you'd done and took a step back, blushing a little as you avoided his gaze. His hand had instinctively wrapped around your back and he gave your back a little rub as you parted, showing no ill will as you turned and walked excitedly towards the cabin.

Opening the door, you were immediately met with an illuminated room thanks to the warm lighting from multiple lamps and light fixtures. The cabin was warm, as if there was a log fire already burning and the smell was heavenly, clean and fresh but with an indisputable scent of wood and pine, a natural consequence of it's idyllic surroundings. You walked through a little entrance hall that houses a utility room before stepping into an open living room, dining room and kitchen, all of which were warm and inviting with natural wood features throughout and neutral colours, highlighting the windows which you knew would almost certainly have beautiful views in the morning. There were two brown leather sofas that looked absolutely lush and a single armchair underneath a window that looked perfect for reading, a tall lamp beside it and a little table for drinks. There was a television and a cabinet in the corner and beside that was a beautiful log burner that was indeed lit, radiating heat throughout the home. You couldn't see much through the side door that was half glass but the outside light did illuminate the decking a little, highlighting a rather impressive sunken hot tub that was covered, eliciting a little excited squeal from you.

You walked down a small corridor that led off from the main atrium through a beautifully carved wooden door with an old metal latch which led you to the bathroom on the left and two bedrooms. You crept into the bathroom to take a peak and saw a big bathtub to the left and a built in shower to the right, as if every need was catered for. One bedroom has two single beds partitioned with a beautiful shelving unit and the other bedroom was almost certainly the master.

There was a huge four poster bed against the back wall bookended by two beside tables with lamps that looked entirely too inviting. The bedding was sheer white and completely crease free, only adding to its appeal. There was a smaller television in here too, along with a dressing table and a large, ornate wardrobe that looked older than the cabin itself.

"What do you think Mrs Weasley?" George asks from behind you as you pause to run your hand over the ornately carved bed frame. You turn to see him leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, still wearing his wedding suit but now with his tie removed and a few buttons open near his collar.

"I think it's absolutely beautiful Mr Weasley," you reply, turning to him with a look of pure elation.

"Just like my wife then," he says with a look in his eyes that makes your pulse race. He steps towards you with clear conviction and it's all you can do not to melt into a puddle, the look in his eye so dangerously arousing that you're almost frozen to the spot. It was the first time he'd called you his wife and the reaction that it pulled from your body was almost unbelievable, the sound of it almost heavenly in your mind.

As soon as he reaches you, there's a brief pause as if he's searching your face for any hint of resistance, not that he'd find any. When he sees the look in your eye, knowing that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you, he steps even closer and wraps his hand around the back of your neck before leaning down and kissing you with a burning passion.

Your hands slip up to his chest, feeling the material of his lapels under your fingers and pull slightly, needing to feel him as close to you as possible as you pull his jacket off. His fingers tangle in your hair as the kiss deepens, tongues working together to fuel the burning desire between you both.

With his right hand cradling your head and his left clutching as your waist, he begins leading you to the side of the bed, silently asking if it was okay to go further.

"Make love to me George," you say against his lips, hardly wanting to pull away for even a second. You hear him groan against your lips before his hand slips from your hair and down to your butt, cradling you and taking your weight. In a move that would otherwise impress you if you'd seen it in person, he sweeps you off your feet whilst climbing onto the bed and lays you down softly before climbing over you, kicking off his shoes in the process.

"I've waited all day to rip this dress off of you," he mumbles against your skin as he begins kissing down your neck, onto your bare shoulders where your dress straps began, the soft layers of the gown suddenly feeling much too restrictive as your skin burnt up with desire. He kisses down your chest as your hands tangle in his slightly grown out hair. There's a single moment where your eyes meet, just as he hovers over your panting cleavage and it takes your breath away how absolutely sexy he looks, the desire and admiration in his eyes mirroring your own. His long fingers drag against your rib cage as they dance over to your covered breasts before he reaches in to pull down the cup of dress, exposing your right breast to him, your dusky pink nipple already hard and waiting for him. He groans, watching your breast spring free and immediately bends down to run his tongue over the pebbled nipple, eliciting a deep, breathy moan from you before his lips wrap about the little bud and begin sucking. You moan out again, throwing your head back into the pillows at the overwhelming sensation and suddenly you feel the whole atmosphere change. There's no trepidation anymore, no resistance or questioning but rather just a primal urge between both of you.

You can tell that George is feeling for the opening your dress so you divert his fingers to the small, concealed zipper on the side and help him drag it down, much too slowly for your liking. He pulls away the dress after you slip your arms out and you watch carefully as his mouth slips open to a little 'o' shape as he pulls the dress from your body, exposing you completely to his gaze. You couldn't wear a bra with your dress thanks to the unique straps but you had thought you buy a tiny white lace thong that you'd had embroidered with a little 'W' on the left side of the crotch, knowing it would either make him laugh or make him growl. Luckily for you, it was most certainly the latter as he groaned as he spotted it, momentarily fixated on your naked breasts that were exposed completely for his view, his eyes travelling down your body with acute precision before he eventually noticed your little customisation. He groans and leans down to press a kiss directly to where the 'W' was situated, just above your mound and you can't help but squirm as the sensation of having him so close to where you needed him. He notices, of course he does, and his eyes flick up to yours with a look of pure mischief as he begins kissing the inside of your thigh and across your bikini line, teasing you. You groan and can't help but roll your hips as he flutters kisses everywhere apart from where you need them.

"My beautiful wife needs something?" He teases, acting completely oblivious when you knew he was very aware.

"Please George," you beg, "need you."

Like a switch had been flicked in George's mind, his long fingers begin tracing your pussy through the very thin and nearly transparent lace, groaning once again when he feels the wetness seeping through the lace. You feel his fingers hook into the side of your thong, catching your labia with a little stroke before he pulls them away from your burning pussy, exposing you completely to his view. He wastes no time and leans down, licking a long stripe across your pussy, catching your swollen clit with the til of his tongue in the most perfect way that has you gasping and moaning.

"Fuck you taste good, so sweet," he whines into your pussy, resting his forehead against your mound for a moment before he slips down again, this time licking you with vigour. "So wet baby."

His tongue is everywhere, delicately stroking and teasing whilst also hitting every spot you need him in perfectly. It's a perfect juxtaposition between his igniting a fire inside of you, making you burn with desire and pure torment whilst also extinguishing the flames with his tongue. As soon as his finger traces your inner lips as it moves down, gently pressing into your waiting hole before he slips one of his long, deft fingers inside of you, you're gone. His name falls from your lips like a prayer, hips rising of their own accord as you grope your breasts, completely consumed by your pleasure. He slips a second finger into you as you cry out, fucking yourself on his fingers as he circles your clit with his tongue, putting pressure on the left side just as he's discovered drives you crazy.

"George, George!" You chant as you feel the beginning of your orgasm rising in you very quickly, consuming you and burning you from the inside out. Your pussy is drenched and you can feel more arousal gushing from you as your climax crests, George's own moans ringing out in your mind as he pushes you over the edge. It's like you're falling, the crescendo of light and burning arousal overtaking your whole body and mind, the only capable thought in your mind is of George. He licks you slowly as you come down, careful to avoid your sensitive clit as he laps up your cum, fingers still slowly fucking you bath and forth with gentle strokes, extending your pleasure.

You gasp to catch your breath, chest rising and falling rapidly as your heart pounds, the effects of your orgasm still lingering as you feel a tingle across your whole body. It takes all of ten seconds for you to focus your attention back to George who has pulled his fingers out of you and began kissing your inner thigh again, soothing you as you return to him.

You sit up and reach for him, pulling him on top of you as you kiss him feverishly, moaning as you taste yourself on his lips. He notices and groans deeply against your lips, almost growling as you lick at his lips, desperate for a taste. You claw at his shirt, desperate to even out your nudity and feel his skin against yours and as if he can sense the sheer desperation, reaches down and completely rips the front of his shirt, the flying and falling buttons only an afterthought as you fight to get the shredded shirt away from his body. Your hands slip to his smooth shoulders and down his back as you kiss him desperately, pulling his tongue into your mouth so you can suck on it, relishing in his deep groans and little whines. Your hands rest on his collarbones as you slowly pull away from him, pushing him slightly until he realises was you want. You overpower him with just enough force that he rolls onto his back as you immediately latch to his chest, kissing and biting as you make your way down to your destination.

His suit trousers are completely tented, the sheer size an excitement of him almost intimidating to you as you fight to open the fastenings of his trousers. You don't wait even a moment after they are open to slide them down his hips, along with his black boxer briefs until he was completely bare, except from his sentimental chain and your wedding rings. You crawl back up the bed after throwing aside his bottoms and flick your eyes up to see his own desperate look as you come face to face with his rather impressive member. His lips are parted and he looks completely desperate as he watches you carefully, silently pleading for you to take his aching length in your mouth. You grant him reprieve almost instantly, licking straight from the crest of his balls to the engorged tip of his cock, tracing the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock, following the gentle curve. He cries out at the contact and it makes you want to do everything in your power to hear it over and over again.

You gave into him completely, taking his tip in your mouth and licking all around, earning another heavenly noise from him before you sucked in your cheeks and bobbed up and down his length, taking him deeper and deeper with each fall; never stopping your tongue from running along the length of him. You were addicted to him, the taste, the weight of his length against your tongue, the feel of his smooth skin against your lips. You fought to go further with each bob, sucking him down like the most delicious treat from Honeydukes, giving everything you could.

George was moaning mess before you, desperately searching for any part of your body he could reach as he fought to stop his hips from rising each time you'd pull off, like he never wanted to leave your hot, wet mouth. Sweet names, curses and a load more expletives fell from his mouth as you pleasured him until he reached out, leaning forward to pull you closer to him.

You were dripping, more aroused than ever and so desperate for him to fill you that it was all you could think about. He pauses, looking at the little strip of lace that was still misplaced, concealing nothing of yourself and ripped the thin strings on the sides, tearing it away from your body, both of you complete bare to the other's gaze.

It was so intimate and intense that it stole the breath from your lungs, just how adoringly he was gazing at you. His hand grabbed around your neck, holding your face and threading into your hair as he kissed you completely without abandon, your chests pressed together as your leg slipped between his, desperately seeking friction.

"Ride me baby," he mumbles against your lips and as if acting directly on command, you comply. You lift your hips and straddle him, his narrow hips allowing your thighs to rest against his comfortably as your centres align, the heat and sensitivity joining together to make you both gasp.

He reaches down and holds his perfect cock at the bottom, ready for you to climb onto and you can hardly contain your cries as you slowly sink down, feeling him stretching you out. He pulls his hand away, moaning at the sensation as his hand rests on your bum, the large hand and long fingers wrapping around your bum and thigh.

It's sinful how well he stretches you out, filling you completely without any pain or discomfort, like you'd been moulded perfectly for his cock alone.

When your hips rise again and you sink back down, this time much more confidently, your head flips back at the sensation. George grunts and tightens his grip on you as you slowly begin to ride him, hips undulating and breasts bouncing as you fall into a perfect rhythm. Your hair fans out across your back and you've never felt sexier in that moment, feeling adored under his gaze and praised by not only his words but also his moans and growls.

You're both so worked up, so perfectly in sync that you can hardly contain yourself, not even caring to try and hold off the impending climax that threatens you, creeping up slowly until it's impossible to resist. You can feel your walls clenching around him, your arousal peaking as it leaks out around his cock and you're rewarded with the most incredible moans that spill from his lips at the sensation.

"George, Georgie I'm gonna," you stagger, completely breathless as you keep riding him, finding the perfect spot and movement so that he hits every single pleasure point inside you.

"Cum Angel, fuck, cum around my cock," he pants, groaning and tightening his grip on your hips as he fucks up into you. "Godric you're tight, perfect little pussy squeezing my cock so good. Cum for me Angel."

You chant his name as the heat of your second orgasm consumes you, never once stopping as you bounce on his cock. He takes over fucking up into you as you ride out your climax, filling you completely as he shoves his entire length into you before pulling almost completely out and repeating the motion. You're in complete bliss, overwhelmingly so, and can hardly stop tears of overstimulation brimming at your eyes, blurring your vision only slightly. George lets out a roar as he cums, fucking up into you with a brutal pace that is sinful at best. His hands pull you close to him, bruises forming under his grip but it's perfect.

His thrust stop slowly as he comes down from his high, riding out the last of his pleasure as he pulls you down to rest on him, softening cock slipping out at the angle. You breathe deeply as you feel the evidence of his pleasure slipping out of you slowly, trickling down until it dripped onto your inner thighs.

He cranes his neck to reach out to kiss you again, though this time it's like a warm down, gentle and sensitive.

"Welcome to the family," he wheezes after a few moments of comfortable silence and you let out a loud belly laugh at the absurdity of his words, tapping his chest as you slink down to rest beside him, his arm still keeping you pressed to him. He's covered you both with the duvet and you can't resist slipping into a very comfortable sleep, too comfortable and worn out from the day to fight it.

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creativecupcake · 3 months ago

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Oh Goddess Beyond Part 4

Finally Amira is in Twisted Wonderland! Sorry I’m a little late posting.

Chapter 4 -An Awkward Welcome Home

Masterlist, Part 3, Part 5

Morning had come too fast, she had no desire to open her eyes, knowing that she would only see a destroyed room. Dread clung to her as her body felt weighed down from crying last night. Just as she was about to be lost in her thoughts Amira realized something, the sheets she was laying on felt incredibly soft on her skin-scratch that the bed was softer than anything she had felt! This was not the lumpy mattress she had found and brought to her dorm! Shooting up in the bed she tried to clear her sleep-addled mind as she glanced around the room.

Ok, so she was clearly still dreaming. This looked almost like a dream room: a plush circle bed with a delicate canopy, walls painted to resemble folk art from various countries (she loved the random flowers and mushrooms), and glowing around the room were dainty fairy lights. No wait, those were actual-

“F-fairies,” she stuttered in shock. Her voice seemed to rouse all the tiny beings from their sleep as they zipped from their resting places and swarmed her. Amira was in input overload. This HAD to be a dream, I mean there was no way she could go to bed with her life a mess and then wake up in what seemed to be her childhood dream home. But, she could feel the fabric of her silk sleeping gown, she could hear the fairies chattering away in excitement! It was so surreal. Shakily, she stepped out of bed as she assured the fairies that she was fine. She was NOT fine, but no way she would let these cute lil guys know. Just as she was about to start exploring the room, her attention was caught by the sound of a door opening behind her.

“Ami-chan?” She had never heard that voice before, but the rush it brought. Only one person called her that nickname, but it couldn’t be. Her eyes welled with tears as she tried to fight back hope. She’d dreamed about him before, years ago before she tried to move on. She couldn’t deny it though, seeing the young man in front of her. He had grown, but she knew his face in a heartbeat.

“Yuuto?” Her words were breathy and fragile, almost as if speaking would break the illusion before her.

“Well now,” he smirked, resting his hands behind his head. “Could never get you to call me by my ACTUAL name as a kid. Too stubborn always calling me-”

“Yuu-chan!” His word cut short as Amira’s much smaller body launched at him, sending both of them tumbling to the floor. He was about to start teasing her for missing him when he realized she had started crying. Clinging to his top she let out large hiccuping sobs as she muttered sorries and how it was all her fault. Gently, he wrapped her in a hug, whispering reassurances to her, as they both mourned the lost time. After a few minutes Yuu picked her up, carrying her back to the bed, so they could sit on something other than the wood floor.

As the mood lifted they began talking about little things they had missed. While Amira was distracted Yuu texted the group chat with the Housewardens and staff, letting them know that she was awake and setting up a meeting for lunch. It would just be the wardens and heads of staff, as to not overwhelm Amira, but also let her meet all the dorms. Not to mention it would keep the dorms from fighting. Yuu finally got Amira calm enough to take a shower and change into some of the clothes in her closet. She’d been nervous to leave his side, scared that she would ‘wake up’ and be back home, but finally relented if Yuu would let her borrow one of his giant jackets. Parting, Yuu went to get the living room ready for the meeting; he hoped everyone would control themselves, but knowing the strong personalities of NRC that was unlikely.

The staff and many of the students had arrived early, hoping to get the space ready and add some comfort. The sleeping drought that they had made had been strong and let the lady sleep for three days, though they had expected her to rest for about a week.

“Jamil made some quick dishes to help get her a nutritious meal,” Kalim smiled, placing some dishes in the kitchen. Jamil had been so grateful that he was already preparing for a party, he was able to make larger portions and give the extra to Ramshackle.

“At least we can trust Jamil’s cooking to be up to standards for the Lady herself,” Vil nodded, inspecting the dishes laid out.

“Agreed, Viper is quite the experienced pup when it comes to culinary crafts,” Crewel agreed, setting down an outfit. He and Vil (and Rook) had made a special outfit for when the Goddess was ready to present herself to the school as a whole. It was lovely, an ethereal, flowy, dress meant to show her godly nature, but it still had hints of her alternative style. Crewel would say it was his magnum opus, inspired by the being of perfection. He loved the challenge of going outside of his own personal style.

“I am glad that Jamil had food prepared, Trey made a chocolate cherry roll cake. He’s been perfecting the recipe along with some of the others the lady mentioned liking.” Riddle placed a beautifully decorated cake on the counter.

“I’m surprised that the cephalopunk isn’t here yet. He’s been jabbering on and on about getting her the perfect gift,” Leona growled as he laid out on the couch.

“I believe Ashengrotto and the elder Shroud will be arriving soon with the Goddess’ familiars. Shroud mentioned getting them checked for health and preparing some technology to help keep track of them.�� Malleus cut in, entering the room with Yuuto.

“That’s good, Amira would be devastated if she lost her pets,” Yuu sighed as he looked around the room. They had all come over so quick, Amira was still showering. “I-I’ll grab her once she is done and br-”

YOWL!

Everyone turned to the entry way as the howls of a very angry cat cut through the chatter. Azul and Idia seemed to be struggling to carry Ghost into Ramshackle.

“Azul-shi, I thought you could talk to animal! Why is this lil guy boss level?” Idia simpered, trying to avoid the cat’s claws.

“Trust me Idia, I’m top of my class in animal linguistics. You do not want to know what he is saying!” Azul scoffed, obviously frazzled but the flailing beast.

“That would probably be because you brought a shut-in to a social event.” Everyone froze hearing that soft voice. Everyone had been chatting and hadn’t heard the shower turning off. Even fresh from a bath she was a vision. Her damp hair was loosely braided with soft curl flyaways. Yuu’s jacket was absolutely swallowing her, hanging well passed her hands and resting just above her knees. She was pure beauty in their eyes. “I’d advise you let go of Ghost before he bites ya.”

Azul and Idia’s grips the cat had loosened, allowing Ghost to slip out. Quicker than anyone could blink the cat zipped through the living room, up the stairs, and under Amira’s jacket. Like this was second nature she wrapped her hands around her middle, keeping the cat in place as she walked down the stairs.

“Yeah, while you all were making a racket I helped the pretty lady find her way here,” Grim cut in, smirking as he followed her down. Ghost let out a sound between a whine and a growl, not too fond of the other cat creature following his owner.

“Yes, Grim let me know we had company and that you were so graciously taking care of my cats,” Amira stated, joining them all as her eyes stared at the flustered pair in the doorway. “May I ask what you two were doing with Ghost? And where his younger brother is?” Her expression wasn’t too serious, but the look in her eyes was that of a protective mother.

“I assure you miss, we merely assisting to keep them safe. The campus is quite large with a variety of students, and Idia’s tech will help prevent any accidents.” Azul’s sly salesman persona kicked in, quickly averting her attention to Idia instead.

“Eep! Why direct all the attention to me? Seriously I was prepared for a quick time event,” Idia mumbled to himself before gathering all his acting skills to impress his Goddess. “I designed a special microchip to help track their location and personalized collars to track their health.” Idia was proud of his achievement upon seeing Amira’s impressed look. “And the tiny one is with Ortho, we were working on an improved wheelchair to help the lil guy up his movement stat.” On that note the fiery android flew in.

“Nii-chan! I was able complete Toast-san’s wheels but we did not agree on the hover option.” Ortho seemed to have not noticed Amira as he flew in with Toast in his hands.

“I’d advise against a hover or flying option as Toast really needs to feel the ground below him.” Ortho seemed to go rigid hearing her, nervous that he may have offended her. “While I will thank you for improving Toast’s mobility it may be best to give him to me before his brother starts to worry.” Just to prove her point Ghost started to whine and call for his brother. Ortho quickly agreed, beaming as he handed over Toast. “If you all don’t mind I would like an explanation of how I got here.”

“Of course my Lady, if you would please sit down we will explain how you came to our fine school,” Crowley crooned, feathers ruffled with excitement. Amira nodded, maneuvering herself and her cats to sit on a large seat with Yuu.

Everyone knew the story they were going to tell. Yuu had advised them to ease their Goddess back into Twisted Wonderland to not cause her any stress. Simple story, Yuu lost his memory arriving, looking for a way home, found Amira, and accidentally brought her to this world.

“I’m afraid we are still looking for a solution, but we will take responsibility and make sure you are provided for while on our campus.” Crewel was very reassuring with his words, honeyed tone trying to soothe any worries.

“Thank you for looking after Yuu until now. And thank you for taking me and my little ones on as well. If there is anything I can do to ease the burden, please let me know.” Amira was polite with her reply, still a bit unsure of the situation. She KNEW these people. She’d played the game daily since it started, and the minute she saw Grim she knew something was off. But, how could she question it? She was at the lowest point in her life, swarmed with dark thoughts, only to be reunited with her lost childhood friend and in the game she’d gotten so much comfort from? She’d either had a massive break from reality or she’d ACTUALLY fallen into a magical world. Whatever it was, she didn’t have the energy to fight it, at least not yet.

“Please young Lady,” Trein insisted. “Don’t trouble yourself. We take responsibility for your stay. Feel free to explore the campus, but if you wish to go anywhere else we request that you have a Housewarden or another trusted student escort you.”

“We’ve gotten you a phone with all of our contacts. Since you haven’t met the others please contact one of us and we can see who is free to keep you company.” Vil handed over a rather expensive looking smartphone. Leona had gotten Ruggie to buy her the latest model, custom colored to match her three favorite colors. Kalim might have also commissioned a custom phone charm with her birthstone cut into a moon to match her and Yuu’s charms. “We didn’t want to overwhelm you with meeting everyone at once, but as we are the heads of our dorms we felt it best you at least know us. I am Vil Schoenheit, leader of Pomfiore.”

“As Vil said, please feel free to rely on us. And do let us know when you are ready to be introduced to the rest of our dorms. Trey and the others would be quite glad to include you in an unbirthday party.” Riddle was rather stiff with his introduction, trying to make sure he made a good first impression.

“What the little tyrant means is take your time to adjust and feel comfortable in the school. We’re here to help, but it’s pretty clear you’re tough enough to deal with this.” Leona smirked, teasing Riddle as he introduced himself. He knew she was strong, he’d seen just how tough women could be back in the Sunset Savanna, he didn’t see a reason to underestimate her.

“Ah yes, Leona makes a good point. Take your time and adjust, if you don’t feel comfortable exploring off campus, do feel free to stop by the Mostro Lounge at Octavinelle. We have quite the establishment.” Of course Azul had to sell his dorm and restaurant. Amira would admit it was impressive how easily he seemed to pitch himself, despite being able to tell how flustered and unsettled he was (he was fidgeting with his cane and his collar).

“Oh! Oh! I’m Kalim! I can’t wait for you to come to Scarabia for a party! Jamil’s food is the best! He just made some yummy seafood dishes for our party today to celebrate a holiday back hom-” Kalim’s rant was cut off by a stomach growling.

“Grim, you already had breakfast,” Yuu sighed, looking at his dorm mate.

“Hey! It wasn’t me, myah!”

“Actually that was me,” Amira said, her cheeks a bit flushed from embarrassment. “I haven’t eaten in quite a while, sorry about that.”

“That’s great!” Kalim bounced up, rushing to the room to grab the dishes Jamil sent him with. “You should try this! Jamil made some really yummy garlic naan and seafood curry. I don’t really care for curry but everyone knows that Jamil’s is the best!”

Amira recoiled, looking at the dish with clear mistrust and discomfort. Everyone was rather shocked at that. It was clear that she was a trying to be polite and not show just how uneasy she was.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t eat that. I would rather not go to the hospital again.” She was very clear, but her tone was kind.

“Oh! Don’t worry Jamil tests all the food for poison. I can guarantee the food is 100% safe.” Naturally, Kalim went straight to thinking about poison due to his past, but it gave him a sick feeling in his stomach that his sweet Goddess may have gone through the same.

“I don’t doubt that the food is safe from that, but I would rather not trigger my allergy. Suffocating is not ideal, ya know?”

“Shit!” Yuu’s normal laid back personality quickly shifted as he looked her over, as if looking for wounds. “I thought you said that you would grow out of it!” He was not pleased with how nonchalant she was being about the situation.

“Correction, I told you the doctor said I COULD grow out of it. Turns out my allergy got more severe. Really sucks too, did you know crab and prawns taste amazing?” Yuu gave her a glare that said ‘are you trying to kill yourself’? “Oh don’t give me that look, I’ve avoided my allergies very well thank you! Unfortunately, one of my ‘friends’ from college doesn’t believe in allergies. Like, how do you get into college thinking that? Made Crab salad and told me it was only imitation, had to use an EpiPen on that.”

The room had a chill after hearing that new information. Someone had gone out of their way to poison a dish of their Goddess. The literal creator of their world and the kindest being known? Oh, they were PISSED. Yuu may have been the angriest, his silent seething was near murderous.

“Doesn’t help that just after I got out of the hospital another so called friend gave me a soup made with prawns and prawn shells. Said I was ‘overreacting’ to get the other guy out of the group. Something about how my allergy couldn’t be that severe?” Huh. Looks like hell is freezing over. The ice cold stares of the men in the room was full on polar. “Worst part was that I didn’t have an EpiPen on me, since it takes like two weeks to even get the prescription refilled. So my throat ended up closing up. Idiot refused to call for help until I collapsed and started turning blue. Let me say that choking is friggen painful. Throat was raw for almost two weeks, but both of those idiots got charged with poisoning or food tampering or something.” Well, looks like the boys had more individuals were being added to their ‘Goddess Protection’ list. But this was important information, they needed to be able to protect their Goddess at any cost. Her food was priority.

“Miss, would you mind clarifying your allergy for future reference?” Ortho was recording this to make sure he kept a detailed record of any and all information related to the Goddess.

“Oh, it’s nothing too big. I have a severe crustacean allergy. I can’t eat or even come into contact with any crustacean. Crab, shrimp, lobster and the like are the worst but Other items like mussels and clams are still bad, but not as bad. I mostly break out in hives on contact but eating it makes my throat close. Really hate it though, I love seafood but I have to be careful since lots of fish stock or other seafood use things like shrimp and prawns for flavor.” Amira shrugged, but when she looked at Kalim he looked like a kicked puppy, worried that he had almost poisoned her. Sighing, she tried to ease his feelings.

“Look, call your friend here and if he confirms to me that there is NO crustaceans of any kind I’ll eat it.” With that Kalim jumped up and ran out of the room to call Jamil right away.

“My Lady,” Malleus cut in, his tone full of worry. “Are there any other health concerns we should worry about? We wish to make sure you stay safe.” Malleus was SO worried, distraught at the thought of a simple dish could have ended her life. Briar Valley had a close relationship with the Goddess, knowing of her kindness and generosity. It broke his heart to hear that she had been treated so poorly, but also set him ablaze wanting to get justice for her.

“Nothing much aside from that. I have a slight allergy to latex, but it’s nothing beyond redness and some skin irritation.” Amira was trying to turn the mood around by moving the conversation on. While she didn’t care too much about the topic, she could tell her blasé reaction to the situation had made the others uncomfortable. “Forgive me, I can be rather blunt about such topics. I did not mean to cause distress.”

“Not at all puppy.” Crewel’s reaction was tight, though he tried to play it off as composed. All of the staff were feeling rather protective, almost parental. She may have been their Goddess, older than Twisted Wonderland itself, but she was clearly young. She gave off a kind and almost naive energy, making them think of a child. She didn’t realize the severity of the situation, but she didn’t have to, they would take care of her now.

Before the conversation could continue the sound of stomping steps, followed by the door to Ramshackle slamming open. Jamil stumbled into the room, seeming to have run all the way from Scarabia. He paused, hands on his knees to catch his breath, a small bag dangling by his side. Kalim cheerfully welcomed him as he returned to the room.

“Forgive me!” Jamil quickly bowed, placing the bag he had on the coffee table to reveal a container of chicken kabobs, some falafel, and other little leftovers. “If I had known about your allergies I would have been more careful in the preparations. Such mistakes will not happen a-”

Amira placed a hand on Jamil’s shoulder, cutting off his nervous ramblings. Jealous eyes dug into his skin from all around the room. The poor snake thought his heart would stop upon seeing the sweet smile sent his way.

“Thank you for the food. No harm done and I’m sure what you cooked is amazing. Sadly, while I can’t enjoy it I hope your party is able to savor the taste. I absolutely love curry, hopefully we can enjoy it together later.” Oh that smile she gave him. Jamil’s heart utterly soared, having her look at him with such warmth and fondness. Oh he could die. And she wanted to have curry with him! Kalim also began babbling on, praising Jamil’s cooking, and for once the viper was thankful for Kalim’s chatty nature. Jamil stayed by Kalim’s side as the conversation continued.

Amira nibbled on the leftovers and bread as the boys finished introductions and discussed their dorms. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think that they were trying to sell her on visiting their dorms. (Let’s be honest it was 100% a competition between these boys.) They laid out a map and gave her a quick description of the campus, each pointing out special locations. Cough cough Leona in the botanical garden cough cough Kalim and the pop music club cough.

After a good hour or two of discussion Amira decided to take the rest of today and tomorrow to explore and acclimate to Ramshackle. Then she would meet the Housewardens with Yuu after class Monday to tour the main campus, the dorms would be explored the following weekend if things went well. Crewel gifted the lovely dress he had made for her ‘welcome’, stating that when she felt ready to, NRC would throw a little ball to welcome her and introduce her to the rest of the student population. Oh and to say Divus was proud to hear the Goddess praise his work. Not just the beauty of the dress, but the stitches he chose, the choice of fabric, little details that most would overlook in the design. She truly was the Goddess of inspiration.

“If that is all I thank you for coming to introduce me to your school. I would say you are more than welcome to stop by to chat, but the dorm is Yuuto’s and Grim’s home first.”

“Yeah, so if you wanna come by, be sure to pay the tuna tax, myah!” Grim was more than happy to extort the boys’ desire to be around Amira. Either way he got to share a dorm with her, and he had already been enjoying her headpats while everyone had been talking. Ghost and Toast made the occasional protest, not liking the dire beast getting all her attention.

“You all have my number,” Yuu added. His meaning was very clear: This is my place, I will defend it. Do NOT try to invade. “Let me know if you want to come over, so I can make sure we don’t already have plans.” Don’t all come at once and overwhelm her. I will kick you out.

“Of course pup, everyone will be respectful of your dorm.” Everyone be on your best behavior in front of the Goddess!

“Ah, and since we are so generous at Night Raven, the staff and I will be stopping by while Yuu and Grim are in their classes. If you need anything, you only need ask it.”

“Thank you Headmage, it is good to know the school has such generous and caring staff.” Oh, Crowley’s feathers were absolutely puffed with pride. He didn’t even seem to catch the teasing tone behind her words.

“We shall take our leave then,” Trein began shooing the students out. “Lucius would like to stop by during breaks and escort your familiars around if you do not mind.” A displeased mreow came from inside her jacket, while Toast seemed to be pleased with the offer.

“Thank you. Ghost will be a bit shy, but if Lucius could show him good nap spots and how to avoid most of the traffic I’m sure he would appreciate it.” Ghost then responded with a reluctant meow as if saying ‘If I have to, but I don’t wanna.’ With that, the staff made their way out, the housewardens slowly following. “Oh, Shroud if you don’t mind?” Idia froze, worried that he had done something to upset her.

“Yes my Lady? Can we help you with something?” Ortho asked, dragging his brother back to Amira’s side as she stood up. Placing Toast and Ghost on the ground she directed them upstairs to her room. Ghost shot off, his social battery long gone. Toast was happy to wait though.

“I wanted to thank you for what you did for Ghost and Toast. I’d be worried about them on the campus if they got out. It really eases my mind not just being able to track their location, but their health.” Amira’s tone was full of genuine gratitude and happiness.

“Of course! Nii-chan loves cats so he wanted to make sure that your familiars are well taken care of!” Ortho cheerfully praised his brother who stood beside him. Poor Idia’s face was turning pink from all the praise.

“I can tell he does great work,” Amira teased, sending Idia a wink. Was she trying to kill him?! She had max charisma stats and he was not built for that! “So please accept my thanks.” And with that she laid down her finishing move! Pulling Idia down by his jacket she gave him a quick peck on the cheek! Critical hit!! Maximum damage! Idia’s hair quickly turned a deep shade of pink before he turned stiff as a plank of wood. “And thank you little one.” She gave the same treatment to Ortho. “Will he be alright?” She asked as Idia seemed to be rebooting.

“Don’t worry! Idia-nii will be over the moon once his cooldown resets.” Ortho teased, still beaming from his own kiss. “I’ll take him back to the dorm and let him recover from that OP attack.” With that Ortho flew Idia out of Ramshackle.

Once the dorm was empty Yuu and Grim offered to tour her around the building, with Toast wheeling around after them. As the evening went on they made dinner and just relaxed in the lounge. It felt so relaxing just to be able to chat, treating the dorm as a home. The two spent the rest of the weekend just catching up, getting to know Grim, cooking, and just spending all the time they could together. Ghost even began coming out of Amira’s room for a short while. The shift in atmosphere made Ramshackle feel like a home. A home all three of the residents had been wanting.

So did we get everything we need to clear our Lady’s name? - ArrowToTheHeart

Yes, we were able to identify who was accusing her beauty. It turns out it was a classmate that she rejected. Seems they were too weak to take rejection. - BeautyQueen

What shameless pigs, not only to make unwanted advances on her Grace, but to take their anger out on her. -GaoGaoDrago

We were also able to look through her so called friends’ social media and saw that some of them knew and we sent that on to her school. -CayCay

It was terrifying seeing Vil and Cater hunting through all the social media. I think they could give Rook a run for his money. -ApplePom

Nii-chan was able to track down her family and their finances. We’ve sent some very interesting reports to the authorities and Nii-chan may have sent DDoS attack to some of their accounts. -AnalysisFlame

LOL. It was nothing too serious. Just some attacks to shut down their businesses. While I hacked their personal accounts and released all their data. I mean it was noob level things, they didn’t even have any security. But dang was there a lot of dirt. -SSRHacker

Working with Riddle we were also able to verify that all of her assignments were created by her, along with her sources. -OceanaryEntrepreneur

Indeed, Azul was absolutely giddy reading all of her essays. Her work was quite well cited and thought out. -MushroomNoodle

So we’ve cleared her of the plagiarism accusation, found her accuser and revealed their bias, and we’ve gotten all her so called friends and family who betrayed her. Did that cover all our bases? -BakerMan

I also got Radish Sprout to leave a parting message for anyone who goes looking for her back in that world. Not like any of them deserve her after all the stress they put her through. -LazyLion

I approved of Leona’s message, they needed to know that they ruined any relationship they had with her. She finally settled in for the night. She’s looking forward to touring the campus tomorrow. -RamshackleRangler

I hope she liked all the food Trey and I dropped off. -ViperStrike

She did, said she looks forward to cooking with you both. Said if this week goes well maybe next weekend she could join y’all in the kitchen when she stops by the dorms. -RamshackleRangler

I’m sure we all look forward to having her visit the dorms. Let’s call it a night and make sure her tour tomorrow gives her a good impression of the school. -QueenofHearts

I’ll keep you updated tomorrow on how she feels, but eveyone’s already worked all weekend cleaning the school. Rest up and we’ll see ya after classes, she’s really looking forward to the garden. -RamshackleRangler

The chat went quiet for the night as they all prepared for tomorrow. While the housewardens would be the ones on the tour, everyone had chipped in to clean the campus. Now that they had gotten retribution for their Goddess, smearing the names of all those that falsely accused her. Now they had to acclimate her back to Twisted Wonderland. She would never want to leave again, they wouldn’t let her.

AWWWW! Yuuto and Amira are back together!!! I’m so happy! Had so much fun writing Amira finally meeting some of the guys. The yandere side is finally starting to show too. Hope you guys enjoyed!

#twisted wonderland #twst #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #twst x oc #twst oc #yuusona #yuuto saito #amira oc #Goddess AU #character x oc #yandere x oc

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libras-idol-hours · 1 year ago

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Fluff Alphabet - Madara Mikejima

*casually posts a year and a half later* ma help the snakes (enstars) are in the coop (my brain) again. GN reader.

Activities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Ahh, this is a tough one. Madara would answer that he’s happy doing anything with this partner, which is true - outdoor dates, traditional dinners, local festivals and cozy nights are all wonderful ways to spend time together. Considering both of them have such busy schedules, Madara is grateful for every opportunity to spend time together.

Madara’s big favorite is either snuggling in the evenings while watching a movie his partner likes, or his partner wanting to show him a place he’s never seen but they love. He could listen to them talk about their interests all day.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

If his partner has a big creative streak, an exceptional passion for their art or interest, it gets the big man feeling fluttery. He loves seeing the fire in his partner’s eyes as they throw themselves into what they love. Adding onto that, determination and passion is something that moves Madara deeply, doubly so if it's done for the sake of others. He’s so weak for a kind heart.

Madara finds these things more attractive than just looks; but if he had to choose, eyes and laughter capture his attention. He loves a unique laugh, especially if he made it happen or it’s hard-earned. He adores seeing that humor reflected in his s/o’s eyes, too.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Madara will go one of two ways, depending on what his partner needs. Do you want to be encouraged, to smile again, to laugh? He ups his antics and says something truly outrageous to distract you. He’ll keep going, saying all sorts of nonsense while hugging them tight until their cries turn to hiccupping laughs.

But sometimes that isn’t what’s needed, and Madara is just as good as taking his partner’s hands and listening. They can squeeze his hands as tight as possible, it won’t hurt. Hell, they can hug him too tight or shout and hit, it makes no difference to him. If Madara could take all of that hurt into himself, he would. Madara takes his partner’s happiness very seriously, and is willing to be their punching bag and/or security blanket for as long as they need.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

It creeps up slowly, these thoughts of domestic living. Madara doesn’t turn away from them or feel embarrassed. He turns the pleasant thoughts over in his head, considering all the hopeful what ifs. He wonders if his partner has the same daydreams. It doesn’t have to be the “ white picket fence with kids and a dog”; that doesn’t suit him, anyway.

He just wants a future where he and his s/o continue to be together and support each other, and he finds himself thinking of simpler, smaller things first - like, if you two moved in together, would you borrow his clothes? Wouldn’t it be nice to have your shoes next to each other at the door?

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Madara leans dominant, but that doesn’t mean he’s domineering or forceful. Rather, he has a quiet confidence in his feelings and desires, and has no issues being the one taking the lead in dates, affection and intimacy. If his partner would rather take initiative, by all means! Madara is pleasantly surprised to be on the pampered side for once. He’ll also easily give into his partner’s desires, not wanting to deny them anything - but he will be a tease about it.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Yes, Madara will forgive easily, even if he wasn’t in the wrong. He doesn’t want to fight with his partner. In fact, he’s willing to tolerate and “lose” a lot of fights for their sake, but he does have a limit.

If the fight is over something trivial, Madara will give his s/o some space first. He needs to sort out his own thoughts and words, too, then he checks in to see if they’re willing to talk. He wants to keep it calm and make sure both their feelings are heard and understood.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Generally, yes, Madara is deeply grateful for his partner and tells them as much! Really, not a day goes by when he isn’t praising them. However, if his partner is more subdued and closed off in their feelings, or does things to help him secretly, Madara is not as aware. He still adores them, but might quietly wonder if he ever bothers them.

(That’s until a little birdie tells him all these things his s/o did or said for him - then he rushes straight to them to heap tons of affection!!)

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Well .. …. Yes, there are secrets. His reasons for not divulging them range anywhere from it really doesn’t matter to it’s something I have to do on my own. His partner likely isn’t aware of even half of what Madara was and is involved in, and as long as it doesn’t directly affect them, he plans to keep it that way. He can be tempted to confide in them … and maybe someday, in a very roundabout way, he will.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

It could easily work out both ways; Madara is so used to doing things for others, he falls naturally into that “fixer” role when his partner is troubled. If they denied him that role, and tried to help him - well, that’d be one hell of a surprise. Around the right partner, Madara would be more relaxed, less stressed, more assured of himself. Those who don’t know him well wouldn’t see a difference, but those who do would pick up on his improved energy.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

First of all, Madara is fully aware of how childish his jealousy is and how quickly it can spring up. He’s good at suppressing it, especially when it’s over something foolish. Yes, his partner is popular and has lots of affectionate friends, and yes, sometimes he feels an itch of jealousy when said male friends are clinging on his s/o. It used to be worse when they weren’t dating, Madara would feel compelled to wedge himself between them with a smile and joke.

Now that they’re dating, Madara is much more patient (usually) and understands he can’t always be the center of attention. If his s/o ever notices this jealousy in him, Madara’s a bit embarrassed … but then just cheekily asks them for attention.

After dating for a while, his partner might notice that sometimes his jealousy flares up the worst around strangers or business acquaintances. Madara will outright place himself right behind or beside his partner, giving a menacing aura and faux-cheery words. His partner isn’t totally sure why their boyfriend dislikes certain men so strongly, but at least they feel protected.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He certainly is, even without lots of experience before his partner … but now he has them to experiment on practice with! The jerk will figure out veeeery quickly what his partner likes best, how they react to this or that, which spots make them sigh and which makes them startle. Madara is relentless in his offensive kiss attacks, especially if he was already feeling snuggly. No escape!

His first kiss with his partner was something he'd been wanting to do for a while. That's not to say he planned it, but Madara had certainly thought about it, so when it happened he eagerly cupped their face in his hand and led a slow, sweet kiss. He was actually being pretty serious, too ... up until he teases them for their cute expression.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Madara would wait, even if he was sure his crush liked him back. He wants to tease and goad them until they’re red-faced and sputtering. He can be patient and stubborn about this! He wants to hear them say it!

There are two exceptions, though - if his crush is someone who is far too shy and nervous, Madara will take the initiative once he’s sure of their feelings.

The second exception is the fact he often finds himself in dangerous situations - before or even after, Madara might seek you out or call you and just confess right there. It sounds desperate, more of a plea for your affection than a confession of his own. Again, he wants to hear the confirmation.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Yes he would, but not because he’s a traditionalist or anything. Madara is perfectly fine with a non-typical wedding or no ceremony at all, he’s just beyond happy and grateful that his partner is in it for the long haul. This is especially true for idols, who have to be so careful about their personal lives. It feels like his partner is “choosing” him over that, which makes him feel very special.

And yes, the wedding clothes and ceremony and party are all wonderful things, but he’d be just as happy with a dramatic elopement or private ceremony.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Where to begin? He has dozens of names ready, ranging from sickeningly sweet pet names to endless variations on his partner’s name … oh, and he probably was calling them by half of these before the dating started. He doesn’t mind receiving sappy nicknames, and even encourages it. Something like Mā-chan or Mikemin; so overly cutesy, but it delights him anyway.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

To people who don’t know Madara well, it seems like he’s acting his usual self around you. Those closer or more savvy will pick up how he hovers just slightly closer, how he’s more eager to give hugs and praise, how he seems to soak up his crush’s attention and watches very closely if someone else is taking up all their attention. He and his crush will already seem like a couple, and he’s obviously delighted by anyone making that mistake.

For them, he gives a lot of himself. His time, his advice, his affection, his trust. Madara will do it instinctively, not thinking about himself, wanting to focus on his (future) s/o singularly. Maybe there’s a little possessiveness in there, too … A little hope that you’ll depend on him more than others.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Yes. If it wasn’t obvious by how he dotes on them and showers them in affection and praise, Madara loves talking about his partner. He’ll bring them up anytime something reminds him of them, which is a lot. Even before he was dating his s/o, he was very clear about his affections.

There’s could be a problem with PDA, though. Madara would love nothing more than to constantly hold and touch and cling to his partner, but as idols, they need to maintain a certain distance in public. In the private offices of ES - where everyone knows about it anyway - Madara and his partner can be more open (they’re still told to get a room, lol). Madara really resents having to hold himself back for the sake of an “image”, doubly so if it also troubles his partner. That just means he’s extra affectionate and clingy once they’re in private again.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Madara has lots of skills, and many translate well to helping his partner out. First there's his experience in the idol business and less savory things but let's not worry about that, he's excellent at reading their moods, and he's calm and composed under pressure. His language skills are great during travel, he's big and strong and protective ... Okay, There are many benefits to dating Madara Mikejima. How can their partner pick one?

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Mama has the range! He can be anywhere from silly to painfully sentimental to very sensual. It’s half what he’s feeling in the moment, half what flusters his partner best! That’s the best part! But no matter what, he makes his affection and love for his partner clear. It’s obvious in his words, physical affection and things he does for them - not to mention the little dates and time spent together. Madara might not call himself a romantic, but his partner would certainly think it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh yes, Madara is willing to go quite far to assist his adorable, beloved partner; especially if they have a great dream in life. It can be simple, considerate support - making them meals, hearing their ideas out, giving feedback - this is especially true if his partner is involved in the idol business, as that's his wheelhouse. Mama will always tell them how much he believes in them and supports them ... and, well, if there's some kind of person obstacle that upsets them or seriously hinders them and he could take care of it ... Madara probably will? He'll seriously consider it, at least.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Sort of both. Madara has an adventurous and daring spirit, so he meshes well with a partner whose similar and will tease and challenge him. But if his partner is more easygoing and predictable, he can adapt well to that … still expect the teasing, though, and he might suggest more than a few things to them. Madara is always considerate of their comfort level, though.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Madara's already excellent at reading others, not to mention information he can dig up. Presumably, he knew his partner well before dating - he kind of has to before he's willing to open himself up to a relationship. Madara was always good at reading their intentions and moods, and now that they're dating, he's even better. One might say he's a little too perceptive ...

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Very important; and perhaps if his s/o knew him very well before they dated, they'd understand this well. Madara has lost much in his life and those who have become this close to him are something precious. He places a great deal of worth on his partner; probably more than what's healthy, honestly. The longer he and his partner are together, the more this worth grows and solidifies in his mind.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He will melt if his partner plays with his hair, or wants to brush and style it. Madara didn't think it was something he liked until they began running their fingers through his hair, then they wanted to mess with it ... and he gladly lets them. His messy hair was originally because he was unsure how to style it (and didn't always have the energy), but it became something of a trademark, so he didn't worry. Madara's hair is nice and soft, and when his partner starts playing with it, he immediately stops whatever he was doing to enjoy the attention.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

I mean, we know who we’re talking about, right?

There is no escape from Mama’s hugs to begin with, but his partner? The hugs and cuddles and pick-ups and princess carries and kisses are doubly inescapable!! You already knew he was going to be an affectionate guy going into this relationship, but wow it's up to eleven. Other idols (or you!) have scolded Madara for being so free with his affection in public, or even amongst friends - he just can't help himself.

... Well, he can, if his partner wasn't crazy about the PDA or the relationship was secret. Madara can control himself, you know. It just means his partner will get pounced the second they're alone. Madara likes receiving all kinds of touches in return, but especially if his partner likes to kiss or play with his hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Biiiiiig sighs… just so someone can ask and Madara can go on about how much he adores and misses his s/o. If they're gone for just a few days, he might up his antics just for fun. Cue Kohaku texting them to hurry up and come home already.

On a more serious note, for long trips Madara is great with communication. He’s familiar with time zone differences, so he will wake up at 3am just to give his s/o a call (and!) encouraging text when they're just finishing work or waking up. It’s rough if his partner is an idol too and also has a schedule full of touring and events; but he understands it can’t be helped and does his best to stay in contact so they don’t feel so lonely. He’s delighted by their own enthusiastic texts and voice notes, and saves them for a time when he’s feeling down.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of? Absolutely. If someone’s captured Madara’s heart, he’ll go to the ends of the earth for them. He’s willing to cross many, many lines for their sake … so let’s uh, hope it doesn’t come to that. When it comes to simpler, easier things than murder/extortion/manipulation, he's wonderful at making his partner feel loved, thinking up fun things for them to do, appreciating and adoring them, and so on. They'll surely notice the things he does for their sake, but trying to tell him to hold back or relax is a bit of a losing battle. Mama loves his s/o too much to not give them his all !

#finally i wrote something after like almost a month of frustration LOL #ty idol boys very cool #madara mikejima x reader #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #i havent finished all his stories so mayhaps later i will edit this #but i had to get the brainrot OUT

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 1 year ago

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"sorry, but i think i lost your plot" where toothless notices hiccup admiring our protagonist often and follows her around one day while she's working? basically toothless being a wingman of sorts

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 17

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,006

You and Toothless rendezvous.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, unedited

You hurried down the steps of the Ingerman home, basket in tow, a warm, clean cloth wrapped steaming loaf of bread sitting on top of a basket of dirty laundry.

Each step tapped against the wooden stair, your worn boots doing little to soften your footsteps.

You walked with quick strides through the clearing, running across damn dirt and a forge that hadn’t yet been lit in the early morning darkness, only pausing briefly to glance at a shadow at the corner of your eye.

When you looked back, there was nothing there.

You shrugged it off, despite the chills running down your back, intent on quickly getting down to the wells before anyone else could.

You held a rag in your fists, braced against your hips, staring at your work, at the many, many shiny weapons lined and mounted against the wall, some patterned, most not, all sharpened to the highest degree.

As you polished to the highest degree, soot and other things caked onto your clothes and the apron you’d borrowed from Mrs. Jorgenson.

Your attention was drawn, for a moment, to the half open window, where you caught a glimpse of a large green eyeball just as it disappeared from view.

You didn’t mind it, instead looking away and taking a few more moments to admire your work.

You knew the Jorgenson head didn’t much care for polished artifacts, though Mrs. Jorgenson insisted on it. Something about utility and pride, nothing you learned from anyone but the head lady herself. She has some very strong opinions on it.

You looked outside a window to your side, half covered by wooden shutters and a wood frame to match the wood everything else, admiring the yellow, rising sun.

The Head should be back from his early morning training soon off in the forests. You found that he trained like every day was Thorsday Thursday.

You fled quickly as the morning got just a bit brighter, willing yourself out before the fresh dewy feeling left the air, grabbing your coin and your effects, before either one could come home and they could start arguing.

Sitting by the well, on top of the built stone wall surrounding the hole, you looked down at the nice cloth wrapped gift you had gotten earlier that day.

Off to your side, a terror danced and pounced around, following a bug.

Animals, dragons mostly, crowed and lazed in the warming noon light.

You unwrapped it, revealing a nice loaf of bread.

You were sure you were going to save it as much as you could before it started to mold. You needed to finish it before it went bad.

But you thought it wouldn’t hurt to take off a few slices.

The poor woman, Mrs. Ingerman, had gotten up extra, extra early to bake you a loaf which was impressive considering you were up in the earliest of hours, so early it had only been a few since the last night. The last midnight, that is.

You stared out at the place around, at the occasional person bustling past, most vikings heavily involved with their tasks for the day.

You spotted something in an alley, large and slinking and nearly black, it’s body language cautious and yet not.

A Night Fury. The only Night Fury you knew, crouched around the corner, observing you.

If he shifted just right, you could see the glint of a metal buckle attached to his strap. You wondered where his rider was.

You bit into the bread loaf, still staring at him.

Had he been following you all day?

You looked at the sheep in front of you, shears at your side.

It was a dusty white one, slightly overgrown, white fur and gray face very fuzzy.

You considered cutting its wool into a shape like you’d seen gardeners do to bushes.

You stood on a floor of hay in the gentle shade of a barn, one by the open fields sort of close to the coast-cliff line overlooking the sea and the craigs.

It had been a long while since you’d shorn a sheep, yet it felt like just yesterday you’d learned.

You stared out at the open stall towards the light of the afternoon where the fields were open and the sheep were wandering free.

The grass was tall and green and looked incredibly fresh, something nice to lay in.

You would do that after your task and the retrieval of your coin when it was colder and you could better appreciate the fresh earth freely.

You blinked.

It looked like you had a friend for the day.

You didn’t see anything, but you did hear a light purr, the kind you could perhaps brush off as one of the sheep’s, before you heard a loud thump.

You brushed it off.

You wondered if he had a task for you?

You stared down into the open barrel, slightly smelly, damp with seawater and slime, ready to be hung and dried and maybe pickled, filled with fish of many different sizes.

You wiped your hands on the towel by your side, shifting your rolled up sleeves further up your arm as you stared down at your work.

And then you looked off to the side, where Toothless peered out at you, the green of his eyes a bit more difficult to make out, washed over with orange.

You reached into the barrel and tossed him a fish.

It landed against the ground with a smack, and he jumped back into the shadows slightly, before creeping forwards again, eyeing you curiously.

He sniffed it curiously, looking up at you with big, suspicious eyes all the while, large, draconic shoulder hunched before grabbing the tail delicately by the teeth.

Quickly, he threw it up into the air and gulped it down before quickly turning around and bounding away, leaving vague imprints of his paws in the dust layer resting over the hard, dry dirt floor.

Whatever brought him to you, the fish seemed to treat pretty well.

#httyd #how to train your dragon #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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ianthedebonair · 1 year ago

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your Halloween drawing is incredible!!! thanks for everything!! Now tell me if HG isn't secretly happy that his little brother is dressing up like him? I bet he took several photos and leaves it in his wallet/phone like a proud mother. while Ricardo must have been deeply disturbed

The earrings also add extra charm. Have Damian thought about joining the Mob Boss style?

In my little headcanon, Damien successfully "borrowed" and "returned" HG's suit without him noticing. But there was a little hiccup:

They're dry clean only and he has very strict standards. Damien had to research about HG's dry cleaning afterwards. The second trip back was fortunately uneventful.

If Damien did go out wearing his suit, HG would have taken whatever he could gather from public surveillance and saved it on his phone before scrubbing the original sources. Ricardo would definitely be disturbed because of the conflicting feelings of wanting to make-out with a well-dressed Damien vs wanting to punch a Hollow Ground look-alike in the face lol.

In terms of joining the mob boss fashion, Damien thinks it's too flashy for his taste. I am planning on a little glow-up in book 3, like neater hair and clothes, and a couple discreet devices that look like jewelry, but nothing that would make him stand out too much.

#i'd like to think that damien could have just asked to borrow one suit but hg would end up on a whole shopping spree #and if he did admit to borrowing and improperly washing the suit he'd be forgiven (but the suit would have to be burned)#(i'm liking this “hollow ground is actually a doting older sibling” a bit too much)#i'll never be ready for how their actual dynamic would end up in the book lmao #for the glow-up by book 3 it's either his whole secret is exposed so there's no need for him to dress down #and/or he's confided in at least one ro about what he really is and it gave him more confidence to exist and be “seen” (?)#but hopefully not by the farm lol #fhr #fallen hero #hollow ground #nocturne #jake manalo #anon #my art

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fandom-lover2 · 4 days ago

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Deep In The Forest, Something Lingers In The Trees

Chapter Fifteen - The Planning Committee Should Have Taken A Vote

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Chapter Fourteen - Family Isn't Only Blood

My eyes snapped open, the hair on the back of my neck already raised.

Something was watching me sleep.

I rolled over. There, in the corner of my room beside my open window. A huge, looming figure.

I sucked in a breath, raised myself up onto my arms and prepared to scramble back as I called out.

The figure lunged at me, hand snapping up to cover my mouth. A large, non-human hand.

I froze, some part of me recognizing the texture of his skin, the other still spiraling in panic from the intruder.

The figure moved, flicking the lamp at my bedside on.

Caeser’s hazel eyes watched me carefully as he raised his free hand to lips in a shushing motion.

I nodded, and he pulled his hand away to instead rest on my shoulder. “God Caes, what the hell man?” I breathed, hand raising to cover my pounding chest like that would help settle my heart.

Wait a minute!

“Caesar!” I yelped, causing him to rush to cover my mouth again. I didn’t let that stop me though, now raising my hands to sign rapidly, “What are you doing here? How did you get out?” And then my mind took a different route, and I pushed him off me as I jumped out of bed and headed to my closet, grabbing my backpack and beginning to shove clothes in.

“We’ll need to hurry. They’ll know you’re missing by morning but if we’re out of the state by then, they won’t catch us. I was thinking somewhere on the east coast. Neither of us do cold so maybe South Carolina? Georgia? You like peaches, right? I can work in a diner, get us a trailer park home. You’ll only be able to leave at night but-”

Caesar came up behind me, taking the backpack from me slowly as he turned me to face him. His eyes told me all I needed to know.

My own eyes began to sting. “Caes, you’re out. We can go, and you can be safe, and then-”

“They are not safe.”

I hiccupped to stop the sob, sniffing as he pulled me into him and let me rest my head against his chest as he stroked my hair.

“Why?”

Why did he have to save them? Why did he have to be so good? Why couldn’t our lives be like they were two months ago? Why hadn’t I been there that day? Why was that damn pilot such an asshole? Why, why, why, why, why?

All those questions were packed into my why, but we both knew there was no point in answering any of those.

The leaves change color and fall, the birds come and go, empires rise and crumble. What happened was as inevitable as the change that made this world. We had only been borrowing some time.

Caesar rocked me, and when I opened my eyes to begin to tell him what an idiot he was, I saw something by the window he’d slipped in through.

My locked bedroom window, mind you, but it was Caesar, so it hadn’t really surprised me. Honestly, it surprised me it’d taken this long for it to happen. Two years as neighbors and he’d never once broken into my room until now.

I pulled away from him, picking up one of the two. It was something scientific, a canister wrapped in some cold, metal casing.

“Gas?” I asked as he made his way to me.

I turned the cylinder into the light and frowned at the printed label.

Gen Sys.

Caesar nodded to my question.

“The ALZ-113. Where did you get this?”

Caesar jerked his chin, meaning his house across the street.

Why the hell would he be running around with this? He was already crazy smart, he didn’t need…

Oh.

Oh god.

“Caesar!” I demanded again, turning to him and getting a mouth full of fur when he snapped his hand over my mouth again, giving me a ‘seriously’ look.

Down the hall, floorboards squeaked.

Uh oh.

We waited for a few seconds, but it ended up being one of the cats leaving my parent’s room.

I pulled my face away. “You cannot be serious.” I whisper yelled. “Turning them smart! Why?”

“They will need to be smart for us to escape.”

“Escape!” It was taking so much restraint to not scream at him. “You can’t take a whole fucking building full of apes and just run. Where will you go?”

Caesar frowned, like he hadn’t actually thought of that and for that I wanted to whack him upside the head, but then he looked up and out my bedroom window, having his moment to be Batman and brood into the darkness beyond.

“Caes, just looking out there isn’t gonna-” I followed his gaze, the city lights twinkling and bright, and then beyond that, an eerie darkness.

“You have got to be kidding.”

He turned to me, and he wasn’t kidding.

“Caesar, there are miles of city between them and that. Even if by some miracle you hive mind, create perfect Roman soldiers or whatever overnight, that’ll never work. Police, animal control, hell the military. They will stop you, kill you.”

“I have a plan.” He defended.

“No, you have a bad idea.”

I began to pace the room, mumbling every way this would go wrong.

“I did not come here for criticism.” Caesar signed.

I spun to him and glowered. “I don’t care why you came here. This is a terrible idea, it’s not going to work, and you need to give up. Now!”

Caesar took a couple deep breaths, scowling at me.

“Don’t get pissed at me because your plan sucks.” I snapped, moving to sit on my bed.

“I need the book.” he signed, still pouting.

“Which book?”

“Sign.” was his reply.

I hadn’t looked at the book in months. Will had given me a book of sign language when I first met Caesar, and through the tutoring from the book and time with Caesar I had learned the language.

I got off my bed and reached past him to my desk, opening a draw and pulling it out from under my forgotten college application print outs.

Caesar saw them and stopped me closing the draw, reaching to touch the pages as if they might burn him.

Was I the only one who still wished for things to go back to how they had been?

He had been suffering, and my attempts at involving him hadn’t had the effect I’d thought they would. In fact, it’d made him feel worse, though he had tried so hard to hide it.

“You should still apply.” he signed.

“I have more important things to do.” I replied, dismissing him as I shut the draw and held out the book. “Gonna teach them the swear words too?” I asked, while signing a couple he and I had learned from YouTube and got into plenty of trouble using.

He huffed, smiling finally.

This really was a terrible, awful, disastrous plan. But, it would work. He’d make it work.

And when it did work, I’d never see him again.

He seemed to realize the same thing the moment I did, because his smile dropped and his eyes got sad.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I interrupted, just as he raised his hands.

He understood. The desire to not say it, to not accept that was our future. For now, we could live in the illusion that neither of us knew what was to come.

“Tomorrow.”

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“I am not going crazy!” Dodge defended himself, sounding like a child having a temper tantrum.

“Well I didn’t eat them, and Rodney didn’t, so it had to have been you.” I replied, ready to shove a cookie down his throat so he’d choke on it.

All day he’d been going on about this damn bag of cookies and I was over it now.

I worked on auto pilot, leaving them standing around debating a bag of cookies, and heading to grab the cleaning stuff.

I slipped into the free space, headed over to Buck’s cage and opened it. It was only after the cage door had swung open that I realized Caesar wasn’t here yet.

But, it didn’t matter. Buck left the cage calmly and headed into the wider space, stretching out and swinging around.

I hadn’t managed to fall asleep after Caesar’s visit, my mind working too much, already counting down the hours we had together before…

I yawned again, humming softly to myself as I cleaned quickly and sprinkled some straw onto his floor.

When I turned, Buck was seated in front of the cage. Not exactly trapping me, there was plenty of space for me to walk past him, but he was sure to make it obvious he was waiting for me.

“Damn, everyone’s tired tonight, huh?”

But I felt a shiver run down my spine. He wasn’t just looking at me, he was studying me.

I glanced around, looking for Caesar. But he wasn’t just late, he’d never shown up.

Buck tilted his head, eyes still locked on mine, and I didn’t have the sense to look away.

He was seated and taller than me. This close, I could feel the power his muscles had. I can imagine those huge canines hidden behind his closed lips.

And then he raised a hand.

He brought his flat palm to his chin, and then brought his hand down, palm still up, almost as if intending to give me something.

“Thank you.”

My brain lagged for a bit, trying to make sense of what I’d just seen.

Maybe it was a mistake, a fluke. It had to be.

And then the clouds above moved, and the moonlight spilled in, catching his eyes. His green eyes.

Yesterday those eyes had been brown.

Caesar’s hazel eyes had always been an anomaly, and when I had asked Will about it years ago he had said he suspected it was an effect from the drug.

But shouldn’t it have taken a couple days for the stuff to kick in?

Hell, I didn’t even know if the new gas would work.

Will had said the ALZ-113 had meant nothing after Charle’s passing. Did that mean it hadn’t worked? I hadn’t ever gotten the chance to ask him how it was affecting the apes they were testing it on.

Surely Caesar hadn’t started his lessons with them yet?

I watched Buck, waiting for him to do something else, but all I got was him patiently watching me.

I finally had the sense to sign back, “You’re welcome.” as I gathered my stuff and stumbled out the cage, inches from him.

He slipped back into his cage, pulling the door closed behind it and hearing the mechanism lock in place over the ringing in my ears.

I hurried out the free space, rushing to put away the supplies. As I made my way down the hall, each ape stood at their bars, watching me.

Holy shit. They were all smart.

I was terrified.

Will gave me an official diagnosis for my fear of Caesar in the beginning. ‘The Uncanny Valley’. A feeling of fear or discomfort when faced with something that appears almost human but distinctly is not.

Usually, it was associated with robots.

Apes had been mine. How they looked almost so human, yet also so not. How sometimes they acted just like us, and others but were not us.

Overtime, Caesar had helped me get over this feeling but there still moments when he’d do something and my spine would tingle, the primitive, instinctual part of me reacting to this thing as knowing it had to flee.

Now, I was surrounded by them.

They were all acting so human, but they weren’t human. They would never be human, no matter how much of the gas they breathed in.

They were apes. Chimpanzees, and an orangutan, and a gorilla.

But now, they had the brains of something more. And it terrified me.

I stopped before Caesar’s cage, turning slowly to look at Rocket.

From within the shadows, green eyes watched me as the hairless ape signed something so simple it could have been a mistake, but I knew it wasn’t. “Thank you.”

I missed when he’d been a brute. It was easier to ignore how creepy he was when he was swinging around a ball like a child. But now he was looking at me, with human ears and human eyes and a human expression, and I felt my knees buckle.

I turned to Caesar, looking up at him in horror. “What have you done?”

#pota caesar x reader #pota x reader #pota caesar #rise of the planet of the apes #planet of the apes #pota will #pota caroline #pota charles #pota maurice #pota rocket #pota cornelia #pota buck

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