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the thing about the charming siblings is i want to make them tragic. you're perfect, I wish I was perfect. you're allowed to not be perfect. I resent you for being perfect. I hate you for being imperfect. I want to be a boy. I want to be a knight. I want to be you. I could be better than you. I wish your destiny was mine. I wish people loved me the way they love you. I wish she loved me the way she loves you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. I love you. I miss when we were friends. we never talk anymore. do you even care? you know nothing about me. you took my destiny. who am I? I'm supposed to be the responsible one. don't leave me. get away from me. when did you grow out of being a little kid? i miss home. the only place that feels like home is you. do you love her? do you love me? brother. sister. i was supposed to protect you. I'm sorry. I forgive you. nothing will ever be the same again.
it's about perfection and performance. it's about playing roles. everyone has their role to play. what if i want to be something else, something more. it's about femininity and masculinity. it's about not fitting in to either. is it about who you're supposed to be or who you want to be? I did it for you. I didn't ask for that. I'd burn the world for you. you never cared about me. I think of you always. there isn't room enough for all of us. i wish you'd never been born at all. I couldn't live without you.
#the thing about dexter and darling is they have a lot of parallels#they both thought their love interests (raven and apple) liked daring#they both wish they were like daring (though in different ways)#neither of them have a confirmed destiny#but at the same time dexter gets to be a prince and do the things she wants to do#and i think Dexter is sort of jealous of her because as another prince he gets compared to daring more#Dexter resents his siblings for being seemingly perfect and he also resents darling for how she doesnt even have to be perfect#bc she doesnt get compared to daring in his eyes#darling does feel the need to be perfect though and resents that she can't live the life she wants but her brothers get that life#daring TO ME has a superiority complex to cover up his flaws bc hes severely scared of being imperfect#but at the same time he wishes he was allowed to be imperfect bc the pressure is killing him#hes relied on false bravado for so long that he doesn't know who is without that especially when he loses his destiny#so he resents darling for her effortless confidence in who she is#i think they all used to be super close and daring felt like the one who needed to protect his siblings#but they grew apart as they got older and started to resent each other and he lost that protective instinct#but they all miss when they were closer#i think daring realizes he was âsupposedâ be the one protecting his siblings once darling starts protecting/saving him#to darling its too late for him to protect her bc she can protect herself and doesnt want to be protected#to dexter though i think a part of him wishes daring stood up for and protected him more#they all desperately need to be flawless but its killing them#and they all desperately want to be each other#and they all just want their siblings back#but they can't go back to when they were children#and they can't understand each other as they are now#but they love each other anyways#even as they resent each other#eah#ever after high#ignore that i wrote 50 million more things in the tags#i realize this may be out of character or whatever but idc
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Darling Charming Headcanons:
Her full name is Princess Darling Dainty Demure Charming.
Darling found out she was attracted to women on Legacy Day when Raven refused to sign the Storybook of Legends.Â
She has had a crush on Raven and Apple at different points in time.Â
She wears frills and lace to hide her muscles.
Her fascination with Wonderland and knights were both sparked by reading the poem âJabberwockyâ.Â
She and Apple have known each other since they were little, but Apple was always paired off with Daring because of their âdestinyâ. Darling only got to know Apple when they entered high school.Â
When outside of the White Knightâs armor, she uses her hair-swooshing magic touch for combat. While her enemy is charmed into slow motion, she can take them down without them knowing what hit them.
Unlike most princesses, she canât and will not sing. However, she can whistle up a symphony.
She can play the harpsichord and the harp.
Darling is tiny. Sheâs not as short as Maddie, but sheâs shorter than Apple.
She once painted her familyâs entire white rose garden red. No one ever found out it was her.Â
She can speak fluent Riddlish.Â
She resents her parents immensely for locking her in a tower. While they were trying to keep her away from the relentless flock of boys fawning over her, she felt like she was being punished for being a victim.Â
She has trouble making attachments. With boys, she never knows if theyâre truly interested in getting to know her or if they simply want to woo her. With girls, sheâs afraid of getting too attached lest they reject her. Either way, she canât be herself around people and they end up loving a shadow. For a while, the only person she truly connected with was Dexter.
She gets bored extremely easily.Â
When she was locked in her tower, she would exercise constantly to prepare for her escape. If she heard someone coming up to check on her, she would pretend to cry to hide the sweat on her face.
Sheâs a horse girl.
Like her brother Daring, she loves kids and is very good with them. She is especially close with her little cousin Good-Enough because she sees herself and Dexter in him.Â
She can see herself having a family, but the thought of settling down and retiring from adventuring scares her.Â
She has debated telling Rosabella about her adventures as the White Knight several times. Rosabella has known for a while, after finding some armor in Darlingâs closet, but she decided to wait until Darling was ready to tell her herself.Â
She has some unresolved anger issues. Sheâs been forced to hold back and bottle up her emotions for years. If she didnât have the White Knight as an outlet, she would have snapped years ago.
The day she was released from the tower was her planned escape day.Â
Darling will only slay a dragon as a last resort. She would rather make it back off and relocate it far away from people than have to kill it.Â
Darling only became interested in Apple after Dragon Games. Before that, she didnât see Apple as anything more than Daringâs Damsel-in-Distress. But seeing her take charge against the Evil Queen on a dragon made her think thereâs more to Apple.Â
Both Dexter and (surprisingly) Daring are supportive of her being a knight. Daring is only on board because, after her kiss with Apple, he believes itâs her destiny. She takes what she can get.Â
In the future, she hopes to officially receive a knighthood both in Ever After and Wonderland.
#ever after high#eah#ever after high headcanons#eah headcanons#darling charming#eah darling#charming siblings
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the alphaâ˘hybrid!pjm
â¤18+ â¤pairing: wolf!hybrid Jimin x human!female reader â¤genre: pwp smut, hybrid, stranger fuck â¤word count: 8.5k â¤warnings: sub!y/n, dom!pjm, profanity, drinking, blowjob, jiminâs compliment kink knows no bounds, he calls you little lamb a lot, degdrading names, unprotected sex, creampie/knotting, light impreg kink, mating, rough fucking, licking, torrential downpour of cum.
A/N: Co-written with lovely @ppersonnaâ as an rp. âĄ
So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, itâs all you wanted. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their ownâtheir plaything.
The city never sleeps. A saying that has been true for the past century, and it remains true til this day, where humans and hybrids now coexist as equals. Well, as equal as it gets. Hybrids were a superior species with their mixed genetics, gaining attributes from said animals that they have in them. Whether it be stronger bodies, beautiful patterns and physical alterationsâ they were seen as the greater species. But yet humans managed to keep up, somewhat. It wasnât that much different. Park Jimin is one of those hybrids. His genetics were intertwined with that of a white wolf, giving his hair a bright blonde color. However, he had it dyed not too long ago, so the color was instead a washed out purple mixed into his blonde curls. His irises were a bright orange, pupils as black as the leather jacket and pants he wore. One wouldnât think he looked terribly intimidating at a first glance, but his stare could make anybody feel a shiver run down their spine from the sheer intensity of it.
He was the alpha, after all.
Jimin spent every single night at a nightclub that was famous specifically for being dominated by the predatory hybrids. Lions, tigers, snakes, foxes⌠Wolves. Jiminâs pack was the hybrids that people came for most of the time.For what, you may ask? To get thoroughly fucked without mercy, of course. But that was only possible if you caught their interest, or youâd have to settle for the snake.
Jiminâs pack consisted of three other wolf hybrids⌠Hoseok, the beta. Which practically means heâs one rank below Jimin, who is the leader. The other two hybrids are Namjoon and Yoongi, who are one rank below Hoseok, making them the deltas. They donât care, they are content to just follow along with what their leader says, but are often given their own choice to do however they please either way. Together, they form quite the diverse group, and they were notorious and alluring for newcomers and common faces.
Jimin loved it, the dark, crowded underground venue, flashing lights, alcohol⌠And humans. More often than not, only hybrid women came by. Rich ones. Easy to spot. But what truly had the wolf riled up, was when a human would stumble in. Their scent was an entirely different game. He allowed his pack to separate, but never going too far as they headed to find their own prey for the night, while Jimin himself remained still, leaning against the bar counter with a pink, sugary drink in his hand, straw tightly pressed between his plushy, glossy lips.
It was time to hunt.
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You werenât sure what came over youâwhat drew you to the idea of leaving your cozy and safe, structured life and entering the dark unknown. The nightclub was somewhere you previously steered clear of, even crossed the street to avoid being next to it when walking by. It was decidedly not your scene, and the idea of the strong, intuitive hybrids sent a chill down your spine.
So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, itâs all you wanted. You stayed away from it like a drug. You knew the moment you gave in, youâd sink down the black hole into utter depravity. You knew that deep down you desired someone strong and powerful, someone superior to you, to take and claim you as their ownâtheir plaything. It was hard to be confident in such a stifling environment. Your tight little crop top covered only the barest of your modesty, and the tight skirt accentuated your curves. The confidence you felt in the mirror of your apartment soon dissipated as you walked into the loud club. You could feel the hungry stares, the intense eyes of all the men and women in the place.
You didnât know who or what you were looking forârather, hoping they would find you instead. You craved the idea of giving up your power, your control to someone who could hold it over you and force you into submission. The thought made your core burn with need. The bartender slid your simple cocktail towards you with a wink as you settled into the stool awkwardly, trying to appear much stronger than the scared little human you were. You knew they all could smell it on youâthe mixture of fear and arousal. So many of them approached you, attempted to charm their way inside you, but none of them felt right. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe you should have stayed home. You canât help but feel a burn of shame and disappointment as you chug your drink as quickly as you can to make a desperate dash towards the door.
Your nervous eyes skittered around the room, watched as each ravenous alpha eye-fucked you. It was terrifying, intimidating. It cemented just how wrong you were to come here, untilâ he came into view. Your breath nearly collapsed in your lungs as you took in the vision of the lavender haired man. He was gorgeous. Not just attractive but ethereal in his visage. Your pupils dilated, heart rate increased as you stared at him. You were blatant in your gaze, unable to wrench your eyes elsewhere. He was simply the most captivating man youâve ever seen in your life, and your body burned with desperate need for him. After moments of desperate staring, you finally shake yourself off and peer down at your empty drink. Was it him? What was so magnetic about the lithe man? Could he be the one to finally claim what you needed to give up? Your cheeks burned with a mixture of shame and need, hoping that he didnât notice your blatant ogling. Fuck.
Jiminâs fiery gaze flickered to meet yours the very second he felt your eyes on him, straw still tightly sucked between his lips. He crooked a coy eyebrow at you as he pushed himself up from his leaning position to stand upright, no hesitation in his bones in the way he slowly sauntered over to you. His hips swayed in a light strut, mesmerizing in every sense of the word; the predatory genes within giving him these very traits to be alluring for itâs prey. And it seemed to be working, with the way your eyes were glued on him. He stopped when he was right in front of you, giving just enough space for him to be able to observe your fit from top to bottom, but close enough for you to smell his distinct scent. Sweet, calmingâ arousing. His natural pheromones didnât leave anybody unaffected, even turning heads on his way, eyes wide with both surprise and envy that the alpha had approached⌠well, you. âHow refreshing with a new face.â Jiminâs canary voice was sweet, yet it had an undertone of a light growl. His canines poked out as he smiled, plush upper lip curling up to showcase his pearly whites further.
Your blush furthered a deeper shade of rose as he approached. Fuck. He definitely saw you staring. The power in his gaze and strut over to you screamed alpha. Hopefully he wasnât the kind to bite and then ask questions. Youâd unfortunately run into that type before.
The blood in your veins pulsed hard, skyrocketing your nerves. He looked so good. It was almost unfair that someone so fucking beautiful existed. You felt small and plain in comparison to the gorgeous man. His whole being exuded sultry command. You nibbled at your bottom lip as he sauntered up to you. Your body was reacting already to his presence, his voice. The entire club was staring at you, curious of the exchange that would happen between the exquisite man and you, the nervous little human. âI-,â you struggled to answer. If he wasnât aware of how nervous you were before, he would be nowâsurely. âI donât really come to these types of places.â
Try as you might, you couldnât stop staring at the manâs gorgeous pout and terrifyingly attractive teeth. Your heart beat pounded hard in your head, overpowering the loud beat of music.
âD-do you come here often?â You asked, hoping to be polite despite the pooling arousal and growing fear.
Jiminâs smile slowly morphed into a wolfish grin, the apple of his cheeks puffing up until his eyes were shaped like small crescent moons. He almost looked harmless and inviting. âCuteâŚâ he mused under his breath before he took a daring step closer to you, his hand reaching out to gently run his fingers through the piece of stray hair that had fallen forward over your face. He brought the locks to his nose, inhaling deeply. A low rumble vibrated in his chest.. You smelled divine. Even through the shampoo and possible product, he could smell your scent behind it all. âYeah, I come here, every. single. nightâŚâ Jimin winked before withdrawing his hand to let it settle on his hip, his stance powerful and graceful. His dark pupils quivered when he raked down your body for a second time, the wolf ears sticking out from his hair flickering with curiosity. âWhy are you here, little lamb?â He cooes at you, licking his upper teeth as he steps closer. He had no problem hearing you through the booming music, but how would you know? It gave him more of an excuse to get closer. âLooking like that?â Of course he knew why. He could smell why. But it was of no news that Jimin loved to play with his prey, ramp up the anxiety until he could practically taste it on his tongue.
Your heart thumped so loud in your chest you were sure all of the club could hear it. If they couldnât, they definitely could smell the thrum of anxiety pulsing through you. His voice sizzled in your veins, erupting into flames as it enveloped you. Then, he touched you. The simple act of moving your hair had your mind reeling. You could smell himâhe was so close you wanted to bury your face in his chest and breathe deeply. His question caught you off guard. Why were you here? Did you even know the answer to that? Your cherry cheeks flushed and you ducked your head, trying to avoid his sultry and tempting gaze. He continued to get closer and it made you tremble with a mix of fright and need. His power was overwhelming, and all you wanted to do was kneel for him.
âIâmââŚnot quite sure,â you spoke truthfully as you took another sip of your rapidly melting drink. âIâve never been here before. I think I wanted something⌠scary.â Your big doe eyes sought out his, so mystifying with their exotic color and shape. He was truly so gorgeous it made your mouth salivate. You squirmed in your seat, suddenly feeling self conscious of your outfit. âMy friend told me I should wear something sexy.â Your cheeks were so hot, so embarrassed by how easily you wanted to give into the terrifyingly attractive alpha. âIâm wondering if maybe this was a bad ideaâŚâ
 Although the music around them was blaring, it felt like a long moment of silence dragged on between the two when Jimin didnât answer for a hot second. He kept his stare fixed on your face, the small expressions of embarrassment, curiosity, and purity drew him in. Heâs truly never encountered a human like you before. One that dared to come here despite being so⌠weak. It was like you were begging to be eaten, dangling like a fresh piece of the finest meat in front of all these hungry predators. Jimin could hear it, the rumbling growls and groans of men in the room, hoping that the alpha wolf would lose interest and leave a piece for them to get a taste.
âScary?â He suddenly chirped, his smile more of a smirk at this point as he placed his drink on the bar counter, ice jumping in the glass from the harsh clonk. He bent forward to shamelessly brush his cheek against yours, a subtle way of rubbing his scent off on your skin, knowing itâd avert some of the attention around himâ heâs already begun to claim you for himself. His hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke.
âI can smell your lust for fear, little lamb⌠Do I scare you?â Jiminâs hand softly snaked down the curve of your hip, smoothing his ring-clad fingers down your thigh until he was greeted by your scorching skin. He squeezed the flesh between his digits, cold rings digging into your thigh as he exhaled another hot, quivering breath against your neck, loving the way your scent was slowly mixing with his own.
The manâs simple action of brushing his cheek against your own had your body seizing up. You could smell him as he rubbed his soft skin on yoursâa heady mix of something fruity and something naturally luscious. It embarrassed you to know how arousing his simple act had been. You chided yourself internally for feeling your body heat at his gentle action. You licked your lips as he whispered hot words into your ear, making a tingle travel down your spine.
âY-yes,â you murmured. âYou scare me more than anyone h-here.â His hands gripping your thigh made a quiet moan escape your lips. It was desperate. You felt overstimulated and yet so desperate to be touched by the terrifying alpha. Suddenly feeling emboldened, your hands gripped at his sides, slipping under his expensive shirt to touch at the toned skin of his obliques and anchoring yourself to him there.
Jiminâs hand flew down to wrap his fingers around your small wrist, blunt nails digging into your soft skin. His hand on your thigh swiftly withdrew, and the loss of his warmth had you internally whining for more. âDid I say you could touch me?â His voice wasnât hostile, yet it oozed with the asserting of his dominance. âYouâre a daring girl.â He smiles at you, the contrast between his hungry gaze and his softly curved lips was confusing to say the leastâ but there was no doubt that he was not the kind to simply allow anything without permission.
The alphaâs sudden movement and grip on your hand made you squeal with frightâeyes widening and heart stopping its beat in your chest. Your mouth ran dry. Your terror coursed through you with the distinct tang of need. His dominance made you even more desperate. âIâm sorry,â you peeped quietly, itching to move your fingers away in case it angered him further but also needing to feel his tender skin underneath you once more. âI didnât meanâ..â you stuttered as you felt brave enough to peer up in his enchanting eyes. His smile was comforting but the hungry gaze in his stare had you trembling. Jimin cupped your cheek, hushing you with reassuranceâ although he seemed way too amused with the way you were practically shaking underneath his touch.
âBreathe. Weâre all here to have a good time.â He smoothed the pad of his thumb across your lower lip, noting just how dry it had become. He decided to order another set of drinks, handing one to you that was the same pink shade as the one he got for himself. âDrink.â He didnât ask, but he commanded you to accept his offer.
You were powerless to deny any demand the man made. Even if he had asked, youâd still be eating out of the palm of his hand like a terrified and starved pet. His thumb on your lips made you ache to open and accept his digit in your mouth, swirl your tongue around it teasingly. Your eyes sought hisâhoping you could portray some of the arousal you felt over your innocent fright. You took a sipâa large one in hopes of lowering your frightened inhibitions to open up more to the beautiful man. âMmmâ,â you hummed as your eyes fluttered to close. âThis is delicious.â It was sweet on your tongue, but not cloyingly. It warmed you and made your body loose.
âItâs my favorite.â Jimin agreed, already half way through his own. The entire time he kept his eyes trained on your lips, the darkening color on your cheeks from the heat that both alcohol and his proximity provided. When finished, he stretched his back with a light pop, the shirt heâs wearing underneath the jacket lifting just enough for the prominent V-line that snaked down his pants teasingly on display. His visuals were unmatched. He took off his jacket, leaving it unattended by the counter. No one would dare to touch it anyway, the leather oozing of his distinct scent. Only somebody with a death wish would. He combed his fingers through his hair, licking his lower lip clean form the residue sugar from this drink. His ears perked up when the lights dimmed further, and a new song came into play, booming through the speakers that caused a pleasant vibration to pulse through the building.
âI love this song.â Jimin reached for your arm to tug you out of the chair with him towards the crowded dance floor. As per usual, there was no question of whether you wanted to or not, but with a few drinks, and his intoxicating presence, it didnât seem too bad. For Jimin, this was just part of his foreplay. He brought you into the crowd, tightly packed with all kinds of scents and musks. But the only one he could smell was yours, slowly morphing with his own as he placed his hands on your hips from behind, nose brushing against your neck as he inhaled. âFeel that? The beat?â He growled into your ear, swaying his hips along with the way he moved yours back and forth.
The music, once quiet and unassuming to you, now became loud and matched the beat of your heart. The alpha was dragging you towards the dance floor and in the midst of the hungry crowd, staring at you from where they rubbed up against each other. Just as you were trying to understand where to move, how to adjust your body to the dance, he pressed himself up behind you and gripped your hips. You could feel your pulse running through your veins and the way his touch electrified your skin. âY-yeah,â you murmured as your hips began to move without thought. They easily swayed with the manâs guidance and you shivered as his nose pressed into your neck. It was like he couldnât get enough of your scent, your being. The manâs hyper fixation on you had your core drenchedâand you knew he could likely smell just how aroused for him you were. You let your eyes close and follow his guiding hold on your body, your ass pressing back against him to rub and grind along his length. It seemed the alphas drink was bringing you ever so gently out of your shell. âMmm, I feel the beat right here.â
âFuck, you smell goodâŚâ Jimin growled into your ear, his claw-like grip on your hips tightening to keep you in place as he pressed his hips right back against your ass, his cock prominent through the thin layer of his leather pants. It pulsed with every beat of his heart, it was driving him near insanity to practically taste your arousal on his tongue along with the overwhelming smell. âYouâre dripping, arenât you?â He huffed, tastefully biting your earlobe as one hand smoothed down your thigh to tug at the hem of your dress, unbothered to the fact that other hybrids were spying on them. He wanted them to see the way he got to have you, and they donât. The way you were oozing with lust for the alpha, the pungent arousal of yours surely drove not just Jimin feral, but every single hybrid in the venue. And no one could say a fucking thing.
It was hard to hold back the peeps of surprise and arousal as you felt the alphaâs growing cock against you. Your body instinctively continued to rub and further agitate the hardening length to fully erect. When you felt his hands on you, your body reacted. You knew your cunt was oozing, likely soaking the satin panties underneath your tight skirt and soon to drip down your leg in a sign of utter submission and need to the alpha behind you. âY-yes,â you whined. âI n-need you.â The admittance was shamelessâthe alcohol and lowered inhibitions making it easier for you to admit your desires to the man without regret. You could sense that he was showing you off and you complied, allowed the man to present you to everyone in the club who stared with bloodlust for you. âPlease,â you gasped, not quite sure of what you were asking for other than himâmore him. âPlease, take me.â
Jimins wolfish grin grew against your skin before he swiftly grabbed you by your wrist to pull you with him, guiding the two of you towards privacy. Normally, heâd take his prey to the back, or even home⌠but there was an urgency within him that was too strong to ignore, there was no timeâ he needed to claim you now. So he pulled you into the bathroom close by, slamming your back against the wall with a thud the moment the door closed behind you. His heavy breaths were laced with small grunts as he crashed his pillowy lips against yours, hands greedily peeling the skirt of your dress up to expose your ass for him to harshly grab onto, squeezing the soft flesh between his ring clad fingers until it protruded between his digits, sharp nails digging into your delicate skin. âFuck, you drive me crazy, little lamb.â Jimin hisses between hot kisses, the vibrating growl in his chest growing louder as he bites down on your lower lip to draw more innocent whines from your sweet throat. âEvery single male in there wishes they could mate with you, shit⌠the male pheromones were off the roof, theyâre all gonna jerk off to the memory of thisââ one of his hands cupped your pussy through your soaked panties, dragging his palm to feel the damp fabric stain his skin. âOf how delicious your cunt smells⌠itâs like a fucking drug.â
Your eyes widened as the strong and sensual man dragged you from the dance floor to the bathroom. The same terror that once pulled through you now flooded every sense. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to harm you? Your worries were sucked up the second he pressed his lips to yours hungrily. Kissing him was like standing too close to a fire. He was hot, so hot, and before you knew it, youâd be engulfed in his hot, licking flames. His hands felt like palpable sin in your flesh and you needed more. âPlease,â you whimpered as his hands cupped at your core. You knew you were a messâdripping with shameless need for the alpha. The kisses turned deeper as you allowed his tongue entrance into your mouth and sought purchase in his own. Your hands stayed by your sides, itching to touch him but remembering his previous warning. âPlease, let me touch you. Anywhere.â It felt like you were dying and the only cure was himâany bit of him on you and underneath your fingertips. âAhhâ,â you whined as his hand continued his assault on your cunt. âItâs a-all for you. I donât want anyone else, only you.â
Jiminâs auburn gaze glowed as he pulled back from the kiss, his pointy canines poking out as he smiled. âYou want to touch me?â He purred as he pressed your body harder back against the wall with his own, gliding the pads of his fingers up and down your clothed slit until he feels the swell of your clit through your panties, only to give it extra attention by circling his digits with just enough pressure. Not enough to satisfy, but not enough to not drive you crazy. âYou donât get to touch me until I say so⌠But donât worry, good behavior will be rewarded.â Jimin added with his lighter tone of voice, leaning in to nudge your chin to the side with his noseâ like a dog would. He softly grazes the skin of your neck with his nose, lips; a deep inhale through his nostrils triggered a vibrating rumble in his throat, and a prominent, heavy throb in his pants. âWeâre not in a rush.â He whispered against your neck before placing open mouthed kisses down your skin until he reached the slope of your neck, feeling as his cock grew harderâ the more aggressive his kisses became. From soft pecks, to messy sucking, surely painting your delicate skin with splashes of purple.
Feeling the man all over your body and being denied to touch was maddening, but deliciously so. His fingers dipped into your slit and teased so delicately that you thought you might cry if he didnât give you something soon. Your moans turned into desperate whines and gasps as you allowed him to continue his thorough torture of your clit. Kissing him felt like sin, like heaven and hell. He was everything you wantedâeverything you sought after when you stepped foot into the very club you now were being thoroughly debauched in. His cock felt heavy and thick against you and it made you whisper against his lips in arousal and desperation. He trailed down your body and you let out a shaky moan as you felt his sharp incisors suckle and nip at the delicate skin. âUse me,â you begged gently. âP-Please, make me yours.â
Your hips ground against his, rubbing against his hardened length as much as you could to alleviate the burn between your thighs. âFuck, I want you so bad, please sir.â
âSuch a good girl, asking so nicely.â Jiminâs low voice resembled a mix between his natural voice and a growl, the raspyness of it forcing a chill running down your spine, reminding you that he was indeed not human, but a hungry predator. Which is exactly what he wasâ well, itâs a part of him he only indulges in on nights like these, in a place like this. Who he was outside of these walls, nobody truly knew. His fingers curled around the fabrics of your panties to swiftly rip them off, carelessly discarding them to the dirty floor. Now exposed, your scent was stronger than ever. He shamelessly inhaled through his nose, eyes fluttering in pleasure, feeling the droplets of precum staining his swollen tip underneath the restraining pants.
âStill reconsidering whether coming here was a good or bad idea?â He asks through his breathy voice as he pulled back to look at your needy expression, all while his hands casually reach down to undo his pants, slowly peeling the leather down his hips. His cock sprung up proudly, drooling with arousal down his glistening skin, a content sigh pushing past his plushy lips. âHm? You like it?â Jiminâs piercing gaze flickered between his cock and your face, grabbing the shaft with his hand. âWant a taste? All you have to do is drop to your knees on the filthy floorâŚâ
Everything about the man radiated power. He mystified you. He even looked beautiful, gorgeous rather, under the harsh fluorescent lights. You were sure you would follow him off the edge of a cliff if he told you to. You didnât know his name but you didnât need to, he had you between his delicate fingers. Your breath hitched as he ripped your soaked panties off your body. The cool air of the bathroom was startling against your heated cunt. It made you gasp out loud. âI-I think it was a good idea,â you gulped. Your eyes were big, pleading and needy as you peered into his own. He had you completely under his spell.
Your mouth watered as the man pushed his skintight pants down and exposed his length to you. It was perfect. Thick and long and curved just right that made your core ache for him. You dropped to your knees without hesitation, ignoring the way the wet floor felt against your body. The floor was disgusting but nothing would stop you from pleasing the alpha. You shimmied your skirt up your body, allowing your bare ass and cunt to be exposed to the open air as you knelt before him.
âPlease.â The word was becoming your prayer, repeated to the god above you to grant you your blessings. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongueâan obedient little dog in heat. You wanted nothing more than to take him in your mouth without warning but you knew now to wait. You wanted to please the alpha so badly.
Jiminâs eyes darkened immensely at the gorgeous view beneath him, the fiery color of his irises barely visible for they were practically blackened out. If there was something the alpha adored, it was to look down on his prey, being begged to use them as he pleased. You were the perfect plaything for him. âSo pretty.â He cooed, a small smile curling up on his upper lip to expose his pointy teeth. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes, his other hand gently combing through your hair before he abruptly curls his fingers to tug at it. He drew you in closer to his red, dripping length as he kept stroking it, eyes not even blinking once as he stared down at you. âCanât wait to pump you full of my cum⌠Fuck, such a slut for my cock already.â His words grew filthier the more aroused he became. His patience ran low, so he guided the tip of his drooling cock to your lips, tugging your hair to draw you even closer to take his length down your throat. âOnly good girls can take it all. Youâre a good girl, arenât you? Come onâŚâ
The intensity of the alphas gaze made you shiver on the sodden ground and you could tell your cunt was dripping, likely even dripping down onto the very same floor. The bite of pain in your hair stung as he gripped you, but it sizzled and burned until it added to the overall sensation and made your nipples harden in delight. You breathed in deep, steeling yourself as his length came closer. His salacious words made you tremble and ooze with excitement. You wanted nothing more than to be a vessel, a hole for him to wrench pleasure from. His length was warm and dripping with precum. It felt so thick and heavy on your tongue as he continued to push it in. You audibly moaned as you felt it push past your uvula. He was so thick and tasted like salt and sweetness. You let your lips close and wrap around him as you took him to the hilt. You flicked your eyes up to him, shining with tears of strain from the thickness choking your throat. You wanted to prove how good you were, how well you could take him.
After a moment of holding his length as deep as it could go, you pulled back slightly to begin a bobbing motion as you sucked greedily on his cock. Saliva pooled around your lips as you drew him in and out, and the sounds you made sucking could be heard over the thumping of the bar music. You wanted to prove yourself to the alpha, show him you could be more than just a one time type of girl. You wanted him to claim you forever.
âOh, fuck yesâŚâ Jiminâs pillowy lips parted in initial surprise, but quickly he bit back his low groan as it rumbled in his chest. He knew you were needy, but he didnât expect you to be so greedy to suck him off. And being so good at it on top of being eager to pleaseâ it was oddly new. Normally, every past experience of his was not like this, but more like him doing every piece of the work for a ragdoll, so watching you work his cock so willingly, attentive to his own reactions and pleasure in a different wayâŚ. It hit something in him that only riled him up further than anybody had ever done previously.
âDeeper. Gag on it, make it messy.â His chest heaved up and down heavily, deep huffs through his nose displaying just how good he feels in between the low moans, no shame in showcasing how good it feels. He presses his back against the wall, craning his neck to get a good look of the way your lips stretched around his thick shaft. âI can hear your cunt dripping⌠Can scent it, god, it smells divine. Your insides must be aching for me.â He murmurs as he drives his hips forward a bit rougher to meet your movements, eager to feel your throat constrict around him when he hits too far down your throat. âCoat your fingers in your juices, little lamb. Show me.â
The praise made you preen, and even more desperate to prove your worth to the man. His cock was so big inside your mouth it was hard to keep yourself from gagging, but you worked against it and continued to suck and slurp down his length. You obeyed every order, and slicked him up until your mouth was squelching with saliva around him and it dripped from your face like a tap. You whined around his length as you obeyed, keeping up a pace as you buried a hand down to your exposed core. You nearly gasped at the feeling. You were absolutely soaked and dripping with anticipation. Your fingers swirled in the wetness and coated you easily. You desperately wanted to touch your clit and play with yourself to bring you to your own end but you knew now it was better to wait for his instruction.
While maintaining your eager pace and swirling tongue, you lifted your dripping fingers from your cunt and presented them to the man above you, eyes still trained on his own in utter submission.
Jiminâs eyes quivered at the sight, pupils shrinking as he zeroes in on the glossy sheen on your fingers. His cock twitched in your mouth once, twice before he decided that heâd been patient enough⌠He could not wait any longer to claim you as his own. He pushed his palm against your forehead until his length was ripped from your throat, drool and precum dribbling down your chin. A long string of the juices seeped down his cock, another piece of it connected to your lips. It was an absolute mess, just the way he liked it.
âUp.â He growled, but before you were even able to obey his orders on your own, he pulled you up by your wrist, bringing the very coated fingers of yours into his mouth. All while maintaining eye contact, his swollen, pink lips eagerly sucked your arousal clean from your digits, swirling his skillful, rough tongue. Around, in between⌠He refused to let a single drop go to waste. âMm..â he hummed when he let go of your fingers with a pop of his lips, the small smirk in the corners of his mouth widening. A light thudding sound caught your attention from behind him, his fluffy, white tail wagging in excitement, hitting the wall with every whip. âItâs a bit hot⌠Take my jacket off.â He suddenly asks, but his sweet tone was deceptive with the underlying command luring in his predatory gaze. He turns around, lowering his shoulders to allow you to easily slide the leather off, his tail playfully brushing against your thighs.
You nearly whined as Jimin forced you away from his cockânot wanting to remove yourself from the thick length that fit so perfectly in your drooling mouth. But the whine is cut short by his demand to stand and as he sucks your fingers into his mouth you nearly forget everything else around you. âA-ah, fuck,â you breathedâpupils dilating at the sight of the gorgeous man sucking your juices off your delicate fingers. Your cunt pulsated around nothing, so desperate for his thick cock now that the arousal has dripped down the insides of your thighs. âYes sir,â you whispered as your fingers found the edges of his jacket and pulled it off his body. His tail makes your eyes widen as the soft fur brushes against your legs. Youâve never been with a hybrid before, never been with an alpha hybrid at that, and youâre eager to learn just how he differs in other ways. You couldnât help but marvel at the muscles on the lithe man. Heâs thin, but built and you found youâre desperate to lick up the defined lines of his abs. âYouâre so p-pretty,â you whispered without knowing it escaped you, marveling at the gorgeous man.
Jiminâs tail trembled with more excitement at the praise, oddly enough. Heâs been called many things. Sexy, scary, hot, alluring⌠Pretty? He liked it.
âYeah?â he breathes out a small chuckle through his nose, pressing his lips together in thought. He shook his head to get rid of his mind wandering too far, instead back to indulging in the momentâ focused on the aching throb between his legs. Jimin pulls his shirt over his head to expose his full torso, the tattoo on his ribs on clear display along with the faded, scattered scars adorning his skin in the form of striped, claw like patterns. Now with his body freed from the cage that is fabrics, he didnât waste another second to grab you by the hips, turn you around to face away from him, and immediately push you forward to force you to use the sink as leverage. The large, dirty mirror on the wall stared back at you, clear enough for you to see the two of you in this sinful moment.
âYouâre pretty too. A pretty slut, about to get her pretty little cunt stretched so bad youâll be ruined for any other male.â Jiminâs canine adorned smile grew as he stared you down through the reflection in the mirror, grasp on your hips moving to the flesh of your ass. His foot kicks your feet apart, forcing you to stand wider and spread for him. A quick glance down and he already sees just how wet and dripping your cunt was. He pushed the head of his cock against your slit, coating it with your juices before gently rocking forward, not going inside, instead just rubbing between your swollen lips.
âSo pretty,â you murmured as your eyes washed over him. Your mouth ran dry as he pulled his shirt off and exposed himself to the hard light of the bathroom. He looked like sin incarnate and your body ached to touch. Your fingertips lightly trailed the skin of his abs, grazing over the tattoo with the faintest touch. The cold sink countertop felt like ice against your chest, still heaving with need as the man prepped your body for his entrance. âPlease ruin me, alpha,â you begged, peering into his own gaze through the reflection of the mirror. Your knees and legs trembled as he teased his cock against your desperate slit. âMark me as yours, please. I only want you.â His cock felt so thick even at the entrance, prodding and poking through your sodden folds. A moan wrenched through your lips as it pushed against your clit and slicked with your own arousal.
âFuck me, please!â The teasing was near torture and you were desperate, pushing your hips back lightly to encourage the man to slip in and ruin you completely.
With lips closed, he smiled, eyebrows raising your desperation. It was almost mocking, yet pleased with just how desperate you were for him. Your initial fear seemed replaced with utter submission and desire to be his. âWeâve only been in here for minutes and youâre already pathetically wet.â As he spoke, his hips snapped forward to grant your one and only wish, filling your soppy hole with his fleshy, rigid cock. He had no desire to ease you into the stretch from his generous girth, immediately pulling back until merely the tip was engulfed by your cunt before drilling back into you with another squelching thrust. âTight⌠no other cock must have ever stretched you this well, huh? Fuck..â He bites down his abused lower lip, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he had to gather himself. The scent you emitted was incredibly strong, intoxicating to his mind. It was like a high heâs never experienced before, and he knew he was already a lost cause to the addiction that is you.
The feeling of the alphaâs cock filling you completely was unparalleled. Youâd never felt something within you so deep, never been stretched so far past your breaking pointâand unable to care about the tearing pain. The pleasure outweighed the sizzling burn of pain. He was merciless and your whimpering moans echoed around the damp bathroom. âIâohhhh fuck,â you gasped as he pushed into you yet again, spearing you nearly in half. It was as if you could feel him deep in your stomach, and you never wanted him to leave your soaked cunt. He was claiming his territory with each torturous thrust inside you that made your throat burn for more. âOnly you,â you whimpered as his thrusts became merciless and powerful. âAll y-yours now. Oh, god, so good,â you praised. You learned the beautiful man thrived on praise as much as you did on the dominant commands. Your hips moved in time with his powerful purses and the sound of skin slapping on skin filled the small room. âOh my god, sir,â you cried as fat tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. âYou make me feel so good. I only want your c-cock inside me forever.â You knew now you would be hopelessly tied to the man, and you desperately ached for him to claim you as his own. âP-please, mark me as yours, alpha.â
The low, vibrating growl that rumbled throughout Jiminâs body would have anybodyâs fight or flight instincts kicking inâ the latter the most logical response from anyone within their right mind. His powerful thrusts were beyond that of what a human was capable of, the skin on your ass bruising with every loud, harsh collision of your bodies. âOnly me?â he snarled through a wolfish grin, lips parting in a moan when your cunt clenched around his length. His sharp, claw like nails drew blood as they dug deep into the fleshy part of your waistline, moving your body like a ragdoll to meet his thrusts, your own attempts at doing so barely noticeable. âYou want to be my little cockwhore?â Jimin leaned forward, hovering above you as he pressed his chest against your back, the grip on your waist moving to wrap around your torso with one arm, the other clawing at your jaw, forcing you to stare into the reflection in front of you. He keeps you tightly in place, feeling the way your body jiggles and jolts while he fucked into you with insatiable greed. âThe alphaâs bitch?â His fiery eyes meet yours through the reflection, his toothy smile growing. He inches closer to drag his flattened tongue up your cheek, a coating of messy saliva dripping down your sweaty skin. Claiming you in every sense of the word.
The man claimed you roughly, making your throat rip with a desperate and wanton moan. His cock was pushing into your cunt deeper than anyoneâs ever gone before, harder and with purpose. It was as if the man wanted to fuse your bodies together, become one. You certainly wanted it. His hands on your skin felt hot, feverish. You wanted him to touch you everywhere, at any time he could. You were hopeless addicted now. âPlease,â you cried as the tears of pleasure poured from your face. âClaim this cunt as yours. Iâm only yours!â You could feel your bliss piquing, building up to the impossible precipice. You whined as you watched your reflection. Your makeup smeared down your face with your sweat and tears. His fingers held your jaw tightly and your cunt pulsed around his heavy cock at the sight. You could see his heavy and thick length spearing into you and retracting smeared in your juices. Something inside you tells you itâs what you want to see for the rest of your lifeâonly his cock ruining you and coaxing torrential orgasms out of you. âYes! Breed me like the bitch in heat I am!â You cried out loud, no longer caring about your volume. Everyone in the bar could hear your desperate screams for the alpha and it only made you wetter, more aching for the man. âFill me up with your seed, alpha! I need it, please! Cum inside me!â
The perked wolf ears adorning Jiminâs head flickered with his excitement, pointed forward to make sure he soaks up every little sound you make for him. You were so loud, shamelessly letting every hybrid in the building know just how good the alpha makes you feel. âBreed me.â The words stuck to him, replaying in his mind whilst stuffing you with his cock over and over, the mix of your arousal and his precum dripping down into a puddle at the filthy bathroom floor. He wrapped his arms around your torso, holding you close as his thrusts changed pace. Still filled with greed and force, but no longer pulling back as much, instead keeping his cock lodged deep inside of you whilst prodding as deep inside of you as he possibly can. Jiminâs cock was on the verge of bursting inside of you, and instinctively he possessively sunk his teeth into the tender skin of your shoulder, shutting his eyes harshly. But just as quickly, his eyes opened back up, staring with wide eyes into the mirror when something he did not expect happened. He knew this was it, there was no going back. With one last, harsh thrust, he stilled his movements abruptly, heavy breathing down your neck as he kept you tightly in placeâ in case you would panic. âGonna fill you up with my cum.. Put my little pups inside of you- fuckâŚâ He growled into your skin, gnashing his teeth together. His cock grew inside of you, and he was physically unable to remove himself.
Whether it was intentional or not.. His body had chosen to breed youâ to mate with you. âMine.â He whined, and with that, his cock began to desperately pulsate inside of you as he disposed of his warm cum in heavy, pattern-like gushes. Like a volcano erupting, it didnât stop, but he kept cumming, holding his hands on your stomach as he felt it start to lightly bulge from the amounts he was able to offer. âGahâŚ. shit⌠Look at you.â He could barely hold his voice stable, legs quivering, body twitching with every throb of his rigid length, still snugly wrapped by your cum-stuffed flesh.
Nothing in the world, in your life, has ever felt better than the way the alpha felt as he fucked into you. You barely knew the man, and yet you wanted nothing more than to give yourself over to him for as long as he wanted. You found yourself wanting to surrender your life to him. You felt safe in the security of his arms. As if you were always meant to find him, to be here with him. It didnât matter that he had you in a damp bathroom, you would have him anyway and place. Your orgasm quickly approached, winding up and throttling you over the edge as your cunt convulsed around him. Your channels tightened and milked him, and you sobbed at the wave of pleasure creating over you.
âYours,â you whined as your bodies stilled. His cock enlarged inside you, making your eyes widen and whimper as your hands clutched at his arms wrapped around you. You needed to touch him, stabilize yourself as your core widens to accept him and your tummy bulges from the amount of cum he pulses into you. Itâs hot, and warm and you can feel it coating your walls thick. Your breathing was rapid, coming down from your high and the minor fright from having his cock widen and remain locked within you as he came.
âSo big,â you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek. âH-hurts⌠But I can take it. Iâll take it for you.â Your head lolls back and rests on his shoulder, allowing your body to relax around the feeling of his swollen knot. âAnything for you,â you murmured, as if you were in a daze. Your hands held on to his slender arms for support and reassurance, hoping desperately you pleased the alpha enough to keep you forever. âD-did I do okay?â You asked once, quiet as a mouse. Your confidence was quickly diminishing now that your orgasm subsided and your anxieties returned.
Jimin takes a long moment to catch his breath and collect himself, still holding you in his arms as if he never wanted to let you go in the first place. And truthfully, he doesnât want to. Doesnât have toâŚ
âYou did so well, little lamb.â He purrs as he places a, surprisingly, gentle kiss with his pillowy lips against your clammy temple. His hands roam down to smooth his palms over the swell of your stomach, reassuring you that this indeed did please him to the max.
After another few minutes, his length finally went back to its original size, immediately feeling his cum seep out your hole. He pulls out, and the flood of his cum splattered against the floor. But it didnât seem to faze him at all, instead his attention was set on you, feeling your stomach deflate with each passing second. He turned you around to face him, brushing the damp strand of hair away from your eyes as his features seemed to display nothing but gentle affection, his eyes almost disappearing into thin slits as he smiled. His tail wagged happily, and he decided to bring you in for a chaste kiss on the lips.
âMy mate.â he breathes out as if it was a relief to finally have you. And it was, heâd been looking for somebody that would be his true mate for life, but believed he would simply be a lone wolf for eternity. But then you came along, as if destiny had thrown you (or rather, your friend threw you) into this place at this time, like a piece of meat for the alpha to claim.
Š sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.
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Reunited: Chapter 3
Cygnus Black definitely had a favorite, he wasn't the best father but he was certainly better than Druella when it came to parenting, for the most part. Bellatrix was seen as a disappointment because all Cygnus ever wanted was a boy to call his own, even though the poor girl did everything to please her father and mother. Andromeda was always quiet and kept to herself, Cygnus never thought of his second as a disappointment or disgrace because quite frankly she never gave him a reason to. Narcissa was much like Andromeda, the blonde had a liking to being invisible so it was rare that the angel of the Black sisters would have to face the wrath of Cygnus or Druella. Aurora on the other hand always had a goofy and kind persona, she never felt the need to go invisible and not be herself or beg for the attention of either of her parents, which is why Cygnus Black adored the raven-haired girl the most.
So when he overheard Walburga speak to Orion about Druella almost torturing his daughter into insanity all he could see was red, he loved his wife and would sometimes agree to the punishments she gave their children, but the only person Cygnus loved more than Druella Black was Aurora his precious little star, or so he called.
The black-haired man furiously slammed the door to both his and Druella's bedroom open, his wife sat on the couch with a cigarette between her fingers as she stared into nothingness.
" You almost tortured her into insanity!" Cygnus screamed slamming the door behind him, a bitterness crept on Druellas face as she glanced at her husband.
" That girl needs to learn how to behave," Druella spoke letting a tear fall from her eye, Cygnus rushed up to the blonde lifting her up from where she sat, pinning her up aggressively on the dark green walls grasping onto her neck tightly making the blonde gasp for air.
" You don't torture her to an extent where she could be driven to insanity, if I lose Aurora because of you I'll kill do you hear me?!" Cygnus screamed into the blondes face tightening his grip around her neck, his grey eyes watery as they stared into Druellas green ones.
" You wouldn't d- dare," Druella managed to respond her words barely audible from the tight grip on her neck, Cygnus let on an amused laugh that disturbed the blonde who slowly started to let fear consume her.
" What makes you say that?" Cygnus asked his wife who stared into his cold watery eyes, she then figured out that the man who stood in front of her isn't the man she married but just someone who looked like the shy man who said I do many years ago.
" Because you love me," Druella muttered her words making Cygnus expression soften, he let her go dropping the blonde on the floor, Druella held onto her neck taking as much air she could, Cygnus walked over to the door opening it but before Cygnus left he glanced one last time at his wife.
" Don't count on love, it can get you killed," Cygnus last said leaving the blonde alone in the room. Druella curled up into a ball laying on the floor allowing her tears to fall, she looked at her reflection on the wall desperately crawling to the mirror. Druella winced as she touched the marking of her husband's hand on her neck, she stared into her eyes crying with uneven breathes Druella Black a protective mother, loving wife, a broken woman, she was slowly falling apart, her perfect picture life getting harder to maintain by the day. She was lost, the woman who stared back was unrecognizable she had no idea what her life was to become, and that fearless woman who wasn't afraid of no one was now fearing for her life in many ways.
Cygnus walked across the manor to find his daughter, he reached Aurora's room finding Walburga pacing back and forth in front of the closed white door. His loud footsteps caught the attention of his sister who looked back at him with worried eyes.
" Walburga?" Cygnus whispered loudly slowly approaching the black-haired woman, her grey eyes held concern and nothing more, she was a vile lady but that didn't stop her from caring which was an emotion all Blacks learned to hide, at moments like these maybe it was appropriate to show feelings, yet that's showing weakness, and Blacks are far from weak.
" I'm to assume that you're here to check on Aurora?" Walburga asked Cygnus not bothering to cover the worry which laced in her words.
" Yes," Cygnus replied not quite sure what to make of the situation, his sister never showed anything but coldness, so it would be an understatement to say that he was surprised.
" I would like to know of my niece's well-being, so if you could find me after you see Aurora, that would be much appreciated," Walburga quickly stated rushing off to the direction Cygnus came from with her long black dress flowing behind from the quick movement.
A gentle knock was heard behind the white door alerting all the young Blacks of someone wanting to enter, they all shifted their gaze to the young black-haired girl who put on her brightest smile in an attempt of easing the tension.
" Come in," Aurora announced watching as the door opened revealing her father, the man seemed tense but once he locked eyes with his daughter's green ones he felt his body relax letting out a loud breath he hadn't known he held.
" How's my little star?" Cygnus approached the young girl standing on her bedside, Bellatrix loudly scoffed at the nickname earning a hard glare from Andromeda.
" I'm doing just fine Papa, I could outrun you in a race if I really wanted to," Aurora teased her father nudging him lightly with her elbow, he let out a low laugh playfully shaking his head.
" Rubbish, I always win when we race!" Cygnus boasted puffing out his chest and fixing his posture, looking down at the girl who held amusement in her eyes.
" Because I'm nice enough to let you win old man," Aurora revealed laughing as his facial expression dropped at the word old, the group around them awkwardly stood around the pair feeling nothing but envy at the interaction, though a certain blonde smiled brightly at her father and sister she was certainly happy that they had the relationship they did.
" How about we go and paint, what do you think little star?" Cygnus asked Aurora who nodded excitedly jumping out of her bed, she stumbled a bit from the effects of the cruciatus curse but the little girl managed to hide her weakness and masked it with an energy she didn't have, at a young age Aurora Black learned how to mask and hide things away, not for her but the benefit of those around her, all she ever wants is for good energy to surround those around her which meant that she would have to learn how to hide her true self, but everyone always has that one person who could see through their fake happiness and Auroras person was Narcissa Black.
Cygnus and Aurora left the room not before saying one last goodbye to the others, the father and daughter duo walked across the dark corridor into an art studio, when Aurora was younger she found Cygnus painting and from there, Aurora took interest in her father's hobby which soon became hers.
The studio was surrounded by painted canvases all that belonged to both Aurora and Cygnus, the artwork around them always had a deeper meaning than what caught the naked eye. Cygnus taught his daughter that Art should always have a deeper meaning than just art drawings of an apple and so on, the black-haired man believed that art is one way to express feelings, thoughts, a story, and observations. He always made sure that his daughter's art held a bigger purpose and each canvas the little girl painted always did.
" I'm going to start a new painting Papa," Aurora hummed making her way over to a blank canvas taking it to her easel and paint.
" Fine by me little star, may I ask what you plan to paint this time?" Cygnus told his daughter while he prepared himself to finish his own painting he started two weeks ago.
" You'll find out," she glanced at her father with a small smile before sketching her face on the blank canvas occasionally looking into the mirror she set up beside her.
" Papa, do you love mum?" Aurora mumbled not moving her eyes from her work, Cygnus stared at the girl in shock she had always been so upfront with him on many occasions but this particular question set him off.
" Of course I love your mum Aurora, why wouldn't I?" Cygnus answered going back to his painting not without sparing a few glances at the girl who took a while to respond.
" You two argue a lot, are you sure you love, mum?"Â Aurora stated glancing into the mirror analyzing her mouth and each detail that came with her plumped pink lips.
" Do you love mum?" Cygnus returned with a question watching how Auroras let out a genuine smile that reached her eyes.
" Of course I love mum," Aurora turned to met his gaze smiling lightly before turning back to the canvas which stood in front of her.
" But don't you two argue a lot?" Cygnus sent a cheeky grin to his daughter who playfully stuck her tongue out at the grey-eyed man.
" TouchĂŠ, Mr. Black," Aurora said nodding her head in amusement, Cygnus chuckled at his daughter's reaction before resuming back to his half-done painting.
" I heard you singing to Sirius a few weeks ago, I must admit I'm oddly curious where you heard such a song," Cygnus let out changing the subject unknowingly triggering something inside the little girl.
" You heard that?" Aurora dropped her attention from her painting instead focusing on her father, he rose a brow at the girl her confidence no longer lingering in her tone.
" It was quite a beautiful song, I'd love to listen to it, who's it by again?" Cygnus questioned glancing at his green-eyed daughter who blushed by his comment.
" I actually wrote the song," she shyly whispered Cygnus looked at his daughter not knowing how to feel, he had only heard a few sentences as he passed the corridor though it was enough for him to realize the song was made because of dark thinking.
" I only ever wrote it for Sirius and me, it brings peace to us," Aurora added trying her best to hint that he wasn't meant to hear the song, Cygnus had a worried expression covering his face recalling each word he managed to hear.
" And you relate to the song?" the grey-eyed man queried hoping he was wrong, Aurora simply nodded moving her uncomfortable gaze to her canvas.
" The shadows in your head, they've got you down again, got you feeling low," Cygnus softly spoke staring deep into his daughter's side, Aurora felt his burning gaze but instead kept her focus on the canvas before her.
" It's just words," Aurora remarked fiddling with the hem of her white dress, Cygnus didn't know what to make of the idea of his daughter or nephew feeling such away, so he sat there on his stool letting the silence linger once more.
" Songs are considered art, and art is not meaningless it always tells a story," Cygnus responded under his breath loud enough for the black-haired girl who sat across the room to hear.
" I'm aware Papa," Aurora said with tears brewing in her eyes which she quickly blinked away before they could get noticed and attract unwanted attention.
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Fuck it, Let the Whole World KnowÂ
Summary: this is pure tom hiddleston filth and Iâm not ashamed of itÂ
Word Count: 4938
Rating: v spicy, deff 18+
Authorâs note: oh god I canât believe I wrote this!! reading it back now I was nearly blushing! anyways, get ready for Chris Evans to be the best wingman there is
âĄif you enjoy this fic youâre welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!âĄ
You had been used to doing press junkets with Chris Evans, but not him and Tom Hiddleston. Youâd been in various rom-coms with Chris over the years, but now you were also starring in Infinity War with him.
You were at the food table getting a drink of water as you felt someone pinch your hip, causing you to jump up and turn around. There of course stood Chris, left boob grab and all, âYES! Dude, I donât know how you still fall for this!â.
Maybe you wouldâve laughed if it werenât for the fact that you were about to do a day of press junkets with the man that youâd developed a serious crush on; Tom Hiddleston. Chris could read you like a book, âCome on (y/n) today will be fineeee!â
You sighed, âWhat if the interviewers ask-â. Chris raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that youâve all had to handle some tough questions. He laughed, âDo you not remember the hundreds of weird questions you and I have been asked together?â.
Chris got you to smile, âOh god Chris donât remind meâŚ.remember when someone asked me if Iâd rather sleep with Steve Rogers or Johnny Storm?â. He laughed loudly again as he remembered that memory, a smirk forming upon his lips.
Rolling your eyes you teased, âIâd take Steve Rogers all day...I bet heâs extremely kinky behind closed-â. Chris was laughing much harder than he wouldâve at your joke, causing you to turn around.
There of course stood Tom, âDo I even want to know love?â. Your heart started to pound as you tried not to blush. Chris threw you a lifeline as he said, âIn all honesty man, noâ. The three of you laughed together.
Chris moved to shake hands with Tom, bringing him into a hug. Once it was over Tom looked to you, âShall we do a take two on our reunion?â. You nodded your head and he pulled you into a light embrace, his hand lingering on the small of your back.
You all heard the call for you to get onto set and take your positions. The set had you three sitting next to each other, and the interviewer across from you. A stage hand positioned you right between the men.
The interviewer shook all your hands, âNow here we have a rather interesting sandwich, (y/n) in between Americaâs golden boy, and Asgardâs bad boyâ. The three of you laughed, all settling into the interview.
You teased, âItâs kinda like an angel and devil on my shoulder huh?â. Chris didnât hesitate to move and pretend to whisper something into your ear, playing the part. The interviewer ate it up, âNow do you have anything to say Tom?â.
You felt goosebumps as Tomâs lips grazed your ear, softly he said, âIâve missed you (y/n)â. You nodded your head, pretending that Tom had said something else.
The interviewer caught your smirk and dove right in, âNow letâs get into it, (y/n) which do you prefer; bad boy or golden boy?â. You licked your lips while thinking of a response. You patted Chrisâs knee, âSorry Chris, but Iâm gonna have to go with bad boy...Who doesnât love Loki?â.
Chris looked into the camera, âI know...have you seen the hair?â. Tom nodded his head while smirking. He shrugged, âYou know itâs actually an extremely long process to get those raven locksâ.
Playfully you said, âIt has to be the voice for me...â. You hadnât really expected yourself to say that, maybe you were caught up in the moment. Tom didnât skip a beat and he turned towards you.
Holding your gaze he said, âClaim loyalty to me, and I will give you what you needâ. Youâd be lying if you said his words hadnât made your mind drift to dirtier places. Before you could respond Chris chimed in, âDude out of all the lines..thatâs what came to mindâ.
Smirking you said, âHe couldâve asked me to neal ChrisâŚâ. Tom started to laugh, and while doing so rested his hand on your knee.
The interviewer pulled out some cards, âAre you guys down for a game of would you rather; marvel style?â. You all nodded your heads, showing different levels of excitement.
âThis one is for you Chris; would you rather be trapped in an elevator with black widow or our very wonderful (y/n) hereâ you narrowed your eyes at Chris, pretending to be angry depending on his answer.
Boldly you said, âNow remember Chris...keep things pgâ. Once again the interviewer ate it up, and Chris started to laugh loudly. Tom joined in, âWho was under the impression that things wouldnât be pgâ.
Chris teased, âUh me! Okay I guess Iâd have to choose black widowâ. The interviewer grinned, âNow is that payback for (y/n) choosing Loki earlier?â. Chris smirked while saying âmaybeâ.
The next question was, âOkay Tom would you rather have Lokiâs irresistible charm, or his beautiful raven hair?â. You looked to Tom, trying to calm down your brain.
It had been awhile since youâd seen him last, and this wasnât too ideal of a reunion. For some weird reason your feelings were even more intense today, but you couldnât exactly show that during interviews.
Chris chimed in with a devilish smirk, ��Tom already has Lokiâs irresistible charm..right (y/n)â. Your eyes widened as you looked to Chris, but you were only met with a wink. Faking a laugh you said, âHe tries to hide it, but heâs a total lady killerâ.
Once again Tom laughed softly while gripping your knee, âCome on love, donât flatter meâ. You found yourself getting lost in the moment again, from the way his touch gave you goosebumps to how beautiful his face looked while smiling.
The interviewer joked, âLooks like there might be a little Loki in you after all huh Tom?â. Tom looked into the camera while smirking, playing into the interviewer's comments.
The rest of the interview continued like that; playful questions, light flirting between you and Tom, and your mind melting every time he found a way to touch you in the most innocent way.
When it was over you three walked back to the food table, beginning your two hour or so break until the next interview. You smiled, âIt feels good to be getting back into this guysâ.
Tom stood next to you, his shoulder inches from yours, âI have missed you both...I hate how terribly busy I am nowadaysâ. You nodded your head in agreement while looking to Chris.
You caught his wink, âI know dude...so crazy...I canât even enjoy this break because my manager needs to brief me on the questions for later today!â. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Chris was playing at.
Before you could figure it out he moved to hug Tom goodbye, and then you. He whispered into your ear, âYou got this (y/n)â. With one last salute Chris was gone, leaving you and Tom alone.
Tom smiled, âAre you hungry darling because Iâm starving...and not for this set foodâ. Youâd realized that Chris had basically left you and Tom alone for the next two hours.
Nodding your head you suggested, âI think I saw a breakfast joint around the corner?â. You watched as his entire face lit up, realizing that youâd go along with his idea. Tom smirked, âShall we?â.
Smiling back you mocked his tone, âWe shallâ. Tom looked at the ground while shaking his head, smiling at your teasing. You began to walk off set until Tomâs manager called to you both, making you stop in your tracks.
You thought you were screwed, until Tom whispered something into his managerâs ear after pointing to you. His manager nodded their head, âJust be back in time okay?â.
Tom walked back over to you, and you had to admit how proud he looked was extremely adorable. Playfully you asked, âMore of that Loki charm?â. Tom shook his head while you both started to walk down the street.
Tom sheepishly said, âLove, you truly do flatter meâ. You rolled your eyes as you turned the corner. You started walking backwards for a moment, âTom Hiddleston, the most humble man there isâ.
You turned back around so you couldnât see the look on Tomâs face. He couldnât explain it, but within the first five seconds he saw you he felt himself getting lost in you again. Tom had always had feelings for you, but with your conflicting schedules he pushed them aside.
There was just something about you, something that was so intoxicating to him. Tom was just scared that he wouldnât be able to stop himself, and he already felt it starting. Smiling he said, âWhy that tone darling?â.
By now you were about to enter the shop, Tom leaning in to open the door for you. Walking inside you said, âCome on Tom, you canât be as innocent as you seemâ. Tom laughed loudly while his jaw nearly dropped.
You read the, âSeat yourselfâ sign so you clapped your hands together. Looking over your shoulder you said, âIâm a booth by the window kinda girl, how about yourself?â. Tom slid into the booth, sitting across from you.
Smiling his said, âI think Iâve always been a windows kinda man myself loveâ. You nodded your head in approval, and soon enough a waitress came over to give you both menus. Tom grinned, âIâll have a green tea, thanks loveâ.
She looked to you, âAnd Iâll have an apple juiceâ. You heard Tom laugh, and you immediately turned to face him. The waitress smiled, âIâll be back with your drinks in a secondâ. Tom sat across from you, the biggest grin on his face.
You tilted your head to the side, âAm I not allowed to order apple juice?â. He was still grinning, propping his head up with his hand. He held your gaze, âItâs a compliment darling..I love how innocent you can be at timesâ.
âInnocent at times?â you repeated while raising an eyebrow. Tom laughed once again, now focusing on the menu. You smirked, âLetâs play truth or dareâ. He quickly put down the menu, focusing instead on you.
âTruth or dare?â he asked once again. You nodded your head, crossing your arms over your chest. âTruth or dare Tom...unless youâre not gameâŚâ Tom laughed, a look of determination now on his face.
He leaned forward, âOh love, you have no ideaâ. You leaned forward as well, the moment quickly escalating. Your heads snapped to the left, âSo what can I get you both?â.
Tomâs smirk was now replaced with a smile, âIâll have the oatmeal with apples and cinnamon and a side of toast pleaseâ. The waitress nodded her head while writing down his order. Smiling you said, âAnd Iâll have a waffle, side of homefriesâ. She smiled, placing down your drinks and then turning to prepare your orders.
âSo truth or dare?â. Tom pretended to think it over for a minute before saying, âDareâ. Raising your eyebrows you pretended to be surprised. Grinning you said, âI dare you to read your last text message out loudâ.
Quickly you added, âAnd show me the screen so I know youâre not lyingâ. Tom let out a sigh, and reluctantly took out his phone. When he found his latest message he laughed, âI canât-â.
Teasingly you said, âWhat could our sweet little Tom possibly be talking about thats so bad he canât repeat it?â. Tom rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling. He shook his head but continued, âI wouldnât have minded asking (y/n)-â.
He paused and you beamed with excitement, âCome on! Donât be a teaseâ. Tom licked his lips before continuing. He spoke quickly, âTo kneel before meâ. You felt your stomach drop, but you tried to keep yourself under control.
Turning his phone you saw the text, and the rest of his conversation with Chris. You smiled to yourself realizing that Chris had been playing both sides.
You clicked your tongue, âWell would you look at that...Tom Hiddleston is much dirtier than he looksâ. Looking at him you could see he was blushing lightly, and you were trying your hardest to remain calm and collected.
Shrugging he said, âShall I remind you of what you were talking about with Chris earlierâ. You nodded, and the waitress came with your food. After taking a sip of your drink you said, âBut I was talking about his character..not himâ.
Tom casually began to eat, âYou were the one who brought up the idea of kneeling, so Iâm quite curious as to what youâve been thinking about...â. You choked on the homefry youâd been eating, and Tom sat there with a smirk.
He loved this little game you were playing with him, and it was bringing up feelings heâd been trying to suppress. The truth was that Tom was a complex man with many different sides, and right now you were challenging his most dangerous side.
Tom knew he now had the upper hand, âSo truth or dare?â. You tried to calm your breathing by taking a couple bites of your food. In between bites you said, âTruthâ. You couldnât see but Tom was smirking.
âA little coy are we now love? Hmm, is it true that you really like men with a dark sideâ. His voice alone made butterflies dance in your stomach, and goosebumps appear on your skin. You could tell the mood had shifted, and something new inside of Tom was stirring.
âGood becomes too boring too fast...I like men who push the limits and make things interestingâ you looked down as you spoke, afraid to see his reaction. Tom nodded his head planning his next move.
Finally looking up you asked, âTruth or dare?â. Tom held your gaze, and you saw something different in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip, âDareâ. For a moment you just sat there, a thousand thoughts flooding your mind but no words leaving your lips.
Somehow you managed to get out, âI dare you to tell me what you want Tom, no more gamesâ. As he processed your words a smirk form upon his lips. It was only three words, but enough to make your head spin, âI want youâ.
For a moment it had felt like everything youâd thought youâd known about Tom was wrong, but then you realized that there was always a little voice in your head telling you there was something different about him.
There had to be a reason he was drawn to such dark and complex characters right? Maybe there was a side to Tom that was darker and more forbidden than heâd let on, and as you looked into his lust filled eyes, you knew you were right.
He licked his lips, âAlthough I quite love this game weâre playing darling, I think itâs time we finally do what weâve been dreaming about for so longâ. You just looked at him, your lips parted, your eyes wide, shocked by his words.
His grin only seemed to grow as he realized how much power he had. Tom leaned forward, âThereâs no need to be shy now love, Iâve wanted you for a long timeâŚ.and maybe Iâm wrong but I think you want the sameâ.
You nodded your head, âTom...I-â. Before you could struggle to find the words any longer the waitress came back over. Tom winked at you before turning to look at her. With a sudden innocent expression he asked, âDo you have a bathroom here darling?â.
She nodded her head and pointed to where it was, and instantly Tom got up. You were extremely confused, especially because while walking away Tom looked so mischievous. Sitting down you thought about everything for a while.
Finally it hit you, and when you realized what heâd done you just laughed to yourself. The damn bastard wanted you to go follow him, finally take what you want. Taking a breath in and then out, you finally got up from the table.
You walked over to the portion of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. There stood Tom leaning against the door to the family bathroom, âLook who it isâ. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smug look on his face. You smiled, and Tom leaned back finally opening the door to the bathroom.
As he walked into the room you caught his smirk in the reflection of the mirror. Walking into the bathroom you closed the door behind you, locking it. To your surprise the bathroom was actually nice.
It had a huge countertop with the sink, and even a large armchair off to the side. As you looked to Tom you could see the different look in his eyes, and it made your core ache. Tom was eyeing you like a predator eyes its prey.
He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his sleeves. Tom spoke casually as he did so, âI love how shy you are darling, as if this whole day you havenât been teasing meâ. Your back was pressed against the door as you listened to him.
Tom laughed lowly, âEven during the interview -itâs the voice that does it for me- love I could barely control myself...I wanted to ravish you right then and thereâ. You swallowed hard, biting your bottom lip.
Finally he looked back up to you, âAnd here you are standing right before me, but still not letting yourself take what youâve been craving..I can see it in your eyes (y/n)...how badly you want thisâ.
Tom licked his lips, âLet yourself go loveâ. Before you could process what you were doing you were walking over to him. Tom crashed his lips against yours in a hunger filled kiss. It was like with each touch of your lips years of tension melted away.
All too soon he pulled back, âNow the fun can truly begin darlingâ. You stood there trying to catch your breath, unsure of his next move. Tom turned your body so your back was now facing him.
As he placed light kisses down your neck, he grabbed your wrists. Tom tugged at the bottom of your earlobe as he moved your wrists so they were now behind your back. Breathlessly you asked, âTom what-â.
Making use of his tie, he used it to bind your hands together. You couldnât help yourself, a moan of anticipation escaping your lips. He purred into your ear, âI knew you loved to be as filthy as I doâ.
All you could do was nod your head, melting into his touch. Tom ran a hand up your back, making you lean forward as he pressed you into the countertop. His hands slid back down your sides his body also moving down.
Tom was on his knees, his hands only moving up to push up the dress youâd been wearing. He pulled your legs apart, exposing your black lace panties. His laugh was so low it was almost a growl, âMy my pet, what do we have here?â.
Your face was resting against the countertop, the cool tile the only thing calming you down right now. His hands ran up your thighs, massaging your ass, âYou look so good (y/n)â.
His name left your lips like a prayer, âTom please-â. With a grin he spanked your ass, making you jump. Immediately he kissed the exact spot where his handprint would be.
He moved his lips to your slit, teasing you through your panties with soft kisses. You arched your back needing more, âTomâ. His mouth was hovering over your most sensitive area.
Finally he slid your panties to the side, your clit now fully exposed to him. Tom gripped your thighs pulling you closer to him, âWhat do you want darling?â.
âWant me to take that delicious clit of yours between my lips?â his words were making you wetter by the second. You nodded your head sounding all too desperate, âYes Tom pleaseâ. Once again he laughed, becoming more intoxicated with you.
His voice was so low, âAll you had to do was askâ. The smug bastard finally took your clit between his lips, sucking deeply. The most obscene sounds were leaving his mouth as you felt electricity with each touch of his tongue.
Tomâs face was buried between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. You were trying not to moan, but it was so hard because his mouth was working wonders. Heâd move his tongue in all different directions and speeds as his face was buried between your folds.
âYou taste so fucking good (y/n)â he said while groaning. You started to breath quicker, feeling yourself become closer. Tom could sense it too, so he pulled back. As he stood behind you, you could feel his hardness pressing against you.
He slid a finger between your folds where his mouth had previously been. As he teased you he spoke, âYouâre even more incredible than Iâd imagined..you have no idea what you do to meâ.
Tom thrust his hips forward, âCan you feel how hard youâve made me?â. You nodded your head while breathlessly saying yes. He was grinning once again, âWith each second I spend with you I find myself becoming more intoxicated with youâ.
Tom gripped your hips tightly while rolling his hips forward. Throwing his head back he groaned, âOh fuck darling...I can only imagine how youâd feel wrapped around my cockâ. You couldnât take it anymore, you needed him.
âThen fuck me Tom...make me your little slutâ. His head snapped forward, and his eyes widened. As he processed your words heâd lost any control over himself that heâd had. Tomâs breathing was heavy, âFuck youâre perfect (y/n)â.
Tom nearly ripped off all his clothing, not wanting to spend another second where he wasnât buried deep inside you. The entire time you were just biting your lip in anticipation, your core aching for his touch.
Finally you felt the head of his dick move slowly up and down your slit teasing you. He groaned, âSay it again (y/n)â. With one hand he tightly gripped your hip, while he held his cock in the other.
Your voice was low, âmake me your little slutâ. Tom was grinning like a madman, your words driving him wild. His head teased your entrance, âWant me to claim your pretty pink pussyâ.
You nodded your head, âYes Tomâ. He rolled his hips forward, watching you arch your back in anticipation. As he finally entered you Tom threw his head back, groaning loudly. His thrusts were slow at first, letting you adjust to his size.
âTell me how it feels loveâ. Your smile was wide as you felt the pleasure starting to build up. You loved having him be so in control, âSo fucking goodâ. Tom nodded his head, picking up the pace.
He slid one hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair. With each thrust he repeated, âSo-fucking-goodâ. You started to press back onto him, wanting him to be even deeper inside of you.
Tom gripped your hips tighter, as he rolled his own hips forward. His hand tangled in your hand felt so good, âOh Tomâ. As he looked down at you and saw how lost in the moment you were becoming, he found himself becoming lost too.
He just threw his head back, fucking you harder. He was hitting your g-spot, making you nearly scream out his name. You closed your eyes, letting the feelings of pleasure take over. As he held onto your hips he went even deeper inside of you.
âYou look so fucking beautiful loveâ he said moving even faster. This was all so new to you, but it felt so right. Your hands were bound, and Tom had total control over you, but you loved it.
You trusted him, and that made everything feel even better. As you moaned his name loudly you realized he had gotten you to explore a side of yourself you had always kept closed off.
It felt so good to just be filthy with him, knowing full well that he loved every second of it. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him spank you again, making you jump. You just bit your lip, a smile soon forming on your face.
Tom massaged you now red ass cheek, âFucking incredibleâ. Your smile only grew, his words making you even wetter. You could see his reflection in the mirror, and he looked so happy.
You watched as his muscular arms held you in place, his hips rolling forward. He was half smirking while breathing rapidly, he chest moving up and down. You could tell that just like you, he was letting himself become overcome with pleasure.
You moved your head to rest against the cold tile counter, closing your eyes as you smirked to yourself. Your voice was soft, âIâm so closeâ. He nodded his head while moving his hips even faster.
âI want you to cum with me (y/n)â he said inbetween pants. You nodded your head, knowing your orgasm was extremely close. His voice was demanding, âCum right now (y/n)...fucking cumâ.
His words pushed you over the edge, and you let yourself go. Your moans filled the room as you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Tom was right there with you, moaning just as loudly.
He held onto your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming slopier as he felt himself cumming. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over your entire body, and it was the most intense it had ever felt for you.
Together you rode out your orgasms, both completely lost in eachother. Tomâs groans were so low they were almost growls. He let himself go wild, the same intense feeling of pleasure shaking throughout his entire body.
For a moment the only noise in the room was the both of you trying to catch your breath. Slowly he pulled out of you, âFucking hell...that was amazingâŚ.â. You stood up straight, seeing his smirk through the reflection in the mirror.
Finally he untied your hands, and you turned to face him. He brought your wrists to his mouth, kissing them lightly. He was smiling, âI hope that wasnât too much for you (y/n)...do your wrists hurt?â.
Just like that he could switch from relentlessly fucking you, to looking at you like a concerned puppy hoping you werenât hurt. You giggled, âI liked itâŚ.a lotâ. Tom nodded his head while a smile formed upon his lips.
He looked so proud, âYou liked it huh darling?â. You rolled your eyes but found yourself laughing. Looking to him you joked, âYou were enjoying yourself to Tomâ. He bit his lip, sheepishly running a hand through his hair.
âI guess the cats out of the bag with this oneâŚâ. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. Before kissing him you teased, âA little coy are we now Tom?â.
He laughed before kissing you, this time the kiss was soft. His hands slowly exploring your body, taking his time to remember each curve. When the kiss was over he rested his head against yours, âYou know I wouldnât mind doing-â.
Smirking you said, âIâd meant what Iâd said Tom...Iâm all yours nowâ. You watched as his entire face lit up, and he held your body closer to his. Tom was smiling, âI really like you (y/n)...this isnât going to just be some flingâ.
He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, âYouâve always meant so much to me (y/n)..and now that I finally have you I donât want to let you goâ. You could see the amount of emotion heâd put into every word, and you couldnât help but kiss him again.
After the kiss was over you moved to the door, âWe better get back to set or else people might think-â. Tom quickly put back on his clothes, following you to the bathroom door. He held your hand, âFuck it (y/n) let the whole world knowâ.
You smiled, squeezing his hand. You walked out of the bathroom, paid the waitress, and walked back to set together. Chris was the first to notice, and he clapped his hands together.
With a smirk he teased, âDude FINALLY itâs been like two straight years of eyesex between you bothâ. You and Tom looked to each other before erupting with laughter. Chris noticed the blush on your cheeks making him raise an eyebrow.
He looked you both up and down, taking in how disheveled you looked. He pointed at you with wide eyes, âOh my god, you both totally just fucked! Did-â. You rushed over to Chris, covering his mouth.
Chris wiggled his eyebrows while smirking, âDonât worry your secretâs safe with meâŚ.until I tell Mackie and he totally loses it and tells everyone!â. You rolled your eyes, but once again Tom held your hand. After seeing the smile on his face you looked to Chris, âFuck it...Let the whole world knowâ.
Toms eyes lit up once again, and he rested his head on your shoulder briefly. After staying like that for a second you heard the call for you to get back on set. You smirked before getting ready to do the next interview with Chris, and you now boyfriend Tom.
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Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU Â Headcanons part 2
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Welcome to the part 2 of my Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU headcanons!
On this part you will find headcanons about: The setting of the AU, which EAH students transfer to NRC and their dorm (aside from Raven since we already know what her dorm at NRC is) and additional headcanons.
Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if itâs confusing!
-AU setting:
-The AU set after the âTwisted Wonderlandâ gameâs story.
-In this AU, thank to the heavy magical influence to which they have been exposed during the TW events, the MC developped magic and become an official Night Raven College student and the Ramshackle Dorm an official dorm.
-The Ramshackle Dorm is based on the hidden potential of it students, like the MC or Grimm.
-The dorm has been renoved, courtesy of Azul as his way of saying âsorry-to-have-been-a-jerk-to-you-and-thank-you-for-saving-my-ass-when-I-was-overblotâ to MC and Grimm.
-On the outside the Ramshackle Dorm look like a gloomy haunted house, but on the inside the dorm is beautyful and cosy.
-The colors of the dorm are black and white
-Since the dorm is still new thereâs no official dorm uniform yet, for now, the only uniform the dorm had is the basic Night Raven College school uniform.
- Others EAH students transfers and their dorms:
-Pomefiore:
-Poppy OâHair:Being a very creative fashionista made her fit Pomefioreâs importance with beauty.
-C.A Cupid:She is very hardworking in spreading love which made her fit for a dorm which is based on âthe hard efforts of beautyâ because after all beauty is in many form and the beauty of the heart and love are also a part of it.Â
-Heartslabyul:
-Lizzie Heart:As the original Queen of Heartsâs descendant, she is fit for the dorm, she is strict but more fair than Riddle, the two of them can bond over the pressure they both felt to please their mothersâs belief and Lizzie can help Riddle to be more balanced in his relationship with his peers both as a friend and as a dorm leader.
-Maddie Hatter:Just as the Mad Hatter who was able to adapt himself to the Queen of Heartsâs strict reign despite being mad, Maddie will be able to adapt to Heartslabyulâs strict ways, she will be able to memorize all the dormâs rules âcause after all not many things are impossible for her. She will even use that to help her dormmates when they are forgetting rules, such as not wearing pink when taking care of the flammingos, so they will not get in trouble and with her fun and nice attitude this will make her rather popular at her dorm.
-Octavinelle:
-Coral Witch:As the original Sea Witchâs descendant she is automaticaly sorted in Octavinelle. Even if her beliefs about how helping other are quite the opposite of Azulâs she can adapt to make sure to been able to actually helping people in need with Octavinelleâs ways without being like a loanshark or a mob making her the ying of Azulâs yang.
-Holly O'Hair:Another trait that Octavinelle value is intelectual inteligence, which fit Holly since she is know for being VERY smart and a history nerd, she will be very interested in Twisted Wonderland worldâs history and her intelligence will make her a good asset in the dorm.
-Scarabia:
-Blondie Lockes:Blondie may be annoying and nosy but she is well know to be very resourceful when it come to gathering information and helping in planing, qualities which are very welcomed in Scarabia, plus, being in a social and very positive environment like Scarabia can help Blondie to become more empathic toward her peers and more respectful of their boundaries.
-Hunter Huntsman:His kind nature and capacity to do anything out of anything make him a good asset for Scarabia.
-Ashlynn Ella:Being hardworking and ready to even dirt herself in working if needed make Ashlynn fit with the dormâs beliefs.
-Ignihyde:
-Melody Piper: Piper using very often technology which involve music will be very interested in Ignihydeâs magic technology and will had fun to create music theme magical technology.
-Savanaclaw:
-Cerise Hood:Being very atletic and her tomboy traits make her fit for Savanaclaw, plus, being in this dorm, and by extension in NRC, will give to Cerise the ocasion to finally be herself and to show her wolf heritage.
-Ramona Badwolf:Like Cerise, being very atletic make fit for the dorm and her strong head attitude help too. She will also help Cerise to incrase her confidence about showing her wolf heritage and when sometimes Cerise manichacally put her hood to hide her hears Ramona will remind her she doesnât had to hide anymore. Will develop a rivality with Jack Howl and maybe Leona.
-Diasomnia:
-Faybelle Thorn:Being a descendant from Maleficent and very eager to become a great and powerful fae make her fit with Diasomniaâs beliefs. Will be very admirative of Malleusâs magic capacities and capacities to intimidate others but will eventually bond with him on the fact people often forgot to inform him when school events happen and by so she will often be the one who will inform him when an event happen.
-Briar Beauty:The big surprise, everyone thought she would be in Pomefiore but the Mirror didnât see it that way and put her in Diasomnia, because apparently she had magic from Malificentâs lineage making her a descendant too from another forgoten genealogical branch from Maleficentâs descendance who married into Sleeping Beautyâs lineage making Faybelle and Briar distant cousins. Making her sorting into Diasomnia will be the occasion for Briar to developpe her new found fae magic and to learn more about her fae heritage.
-Ramshackle:
-Dexter Charming:Being in Ramshackle will allow Dexter to discover his true potential and to develop his self confidence.
-Daring Charming:Being in this dorm will give the occasion to Daring to find who he truly is now he is not going to be Appleâs prince Charming anymore and is living a existential crisis.
-Darling Charming:Will help Darling to develop her wish and potential to be a knight who protect people.
-Duchess Swan:Had the potential to create her own destiny now she transfered and being in Ramshackle and the MC giving a chance and being nice to everyone will help Duchess to realize she donât need to steal other peopleâs happily ever after to be happy and can create her own which will help her to be less bitter and more âniceâ, or at least more civil, with her peers.
-Others students from EAH are either homeschooled either transfered in others schools but if you want a former student from EAH who is not on the list to be in NRC go ahead! ^^
-Additional headcanons:
-After the âTwisted Wonderlandâ dimension has been revealed to the Ever After world and many parents considered transfer their kids from EAH others hesitate faring Headmaster Grimmâs warnings of âif you donât follow your destiny you go poofâ to be true and not wanting their children to disappear and to be forgotten only to be pointed out that some storiesâs figures such as âthe king of beastâ or âthe king of the deadâ donât had descendants who follow their stories and no one disappeared and everyone remember them which finally convince the others parents that headmaster Grimâs ideology is BS.
-Many former students from EAH had a good potential in magic but headmaster Grimm convinced the parents of some of them to sealed their magic leaving them only a âmagic touchâ so they will fit to their âfuture destinyâ. But after the studentsâs transfer their seals has been removed making their selection in magic school such as Night Raven College possible.
-Nevermore, Ravenâs dragon, will join her a few days after Ravenâs acceptation into NRC. She will appear in the schoolâs garden to the studentâs amazement who will be shocked to learn a powerful being as a dragon is Ravenâs familiar.
#ever after high#twisted wonderland#crossover#ever after high au#headcanons#Raven Queen#au idea#pomefiore#heartslabyul#octavinelle#scarabia#diasomnia#ignihyde
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Behold another Lost Boys holiday special! It was between this and Valentineâs day, but honestly I love writing Christmas specials, its such a cozy time despite the high suicide rates, but lets not get into that. A BIG SHOUT OUT TO @imlostinsantacarla FOR HELPING ME EDIT MY FINAL DRAFT!
Fun Fact! My husband, David (yes, that is actually his name) actually does have the bah humbug hat I mention in the head canons. Heâs a heavy metal goth so when I found it at the store I had to get it for him. And you just know if our David found that, he wouldnât be able to resist it!
Christmas with the Boys
Alright, so the whole touchy, feely and mushy feelings that surround even the topic of Christmas time is not something any of the boys will ever openly admit to enjoying. After all, they see themselves as these bad ass brutal killers who thrive off of death instead of holding hands and caroling with the goodie goodies of this coastal town.Â
Yet, it's challenging for them not to get sucked into the glitz and glam of the holiday season. Everything is a big deal in Santa Carla. Dia De Los Muertos, Halloween, Thanksgiving- everything! But especially Christmas.
Christmas in Santa Carla dwarfs the frenzy craze of Halloween. The entirety of the boardwalk is decked out with red and green lights that are tightly wound around palm trees, red bulbous bows are wrapped tightly around street lamps, the reds and whites of velvety fabric swirl down the posts, creating the effect of candy canes. All the store windows are painted to appear frosted, or covered with painted snowmen whilst several rooftops are covered with white felt in which mimics the texture and sight of snow. Even the boats in the harbour are all extravagantly decorated in a sea of lights that parade around brightly at night in every color imaginable.
Between the dates of the 30th of November all the way to the 24th of December the city of Santa Carla hosts a plethora of wondrous events in it's annual Holiday Festival. Large green, white and red kiosks are erected, selling a wide range of baubles and treats, from delectable chocolate coated rice krispy Santa Clauses, elf candy apples caked in a plethora of dark chocolate and peppermint, to a variety of Holiday hats, masks and even hand made costumes by the many local artists. Even hand carved candles in wondrous scents of pine, mint, or spice.
Currently, David possesses a black fur Santa hat which he acquired on a night out that boasts the words "Bah Humbug" proudly sewn over the front. It's the only holiday attire he'll even humor. Last time Marko attempted to place reindeer antlers on his head, David had set them on fire roasting atop a pan of chestnuts. Now it's not to say that he's a grinch persay. Rather, the complex and intense emotions that come hand in hand with Christmas can leave him perpetually indifferent at best, disdainful at worst. The whole occasion leaves him displeased. After all, he was an orphan who had been almost eagerly abandoned by his hooker mother left to fend for himself from the beginning, and of course never met his father. Even she could not identify which of her many clients may have been responsible. Most of his mortal life he had lived as a street rat, barely making ends meet by picking the pockets of tourists and Santa Carla citizens oblivious to the true dangers of the lower side of town. The rich and uppity classes who often snubbed their entitled noses his way would never suspect as he lurks between alleyways, leaving them cornered at knife point. It was scarce that he ever did see a kind face in the sea of those who had little interest for anyone that was not themselves. Back then it was rather uncommon for anyone to step outside their own little lives, which led to most interactions, outside of the other boys, having been met with great hostility, thus he had learned to be just as equally hostile in turn. Even the mere thought of anyone suddenly dawning a false kindness due to a certain time of year simply agitated David. It rattled him to the very core in a way very few other things did. Why bother with the lies? Couldn't people just face the very basic fact that they weren't nearly as charitable as they often deemed themselves to be? I mean, the young man had seen firsthand a family having previously snubbed a dirty homeless man with appalled disdain at the sight of his muddied clothes and dirt stained skin, only to then begin volunteering at a soup kitchen to purge whatever guilt they carried on their conscience once the holiday season began. The whole ordeal was pitiful! Nevertheless, - more so for Paul and Marko's sakes than his own -, he did humor these traditions amongst the holiday's festivities. Ruining a good time just wasn't his style. Unless they started fucking singing.
Most traditions David could tolerate, some he even enjoyed slightly; although he would never be caught dead admitting something as embarrassing as that! However, he just couldn't stand Christmas carols! They were the bain to his immortal existence. The repetitive nature of these overly cheery jingles left him covering his ears lest they nest in his brain leaving him humming the same damn melody for weeks. This was the case because the dynamic duo of dumbasses were well aware of his hatred for Rudolph the Red Nosed fuckin' roadkill! Stupid red nosed abomination.Â
âOOOOOOH-,â Paul begins with cheerful mischief.
âDonât. You. Fucking. Dare.â David seethes through tightly clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut in indignance.Â
Paul hesitates. He looks at Marko. Marko looks at Paul. Wicked grins of agreement spread wide like wildfire across their faces as their master plan comes into play. Full throttle. Whatâs more fun than annoying the shit out of David? One on the left, the other on the opposite side of the cave on the right. This was nothing but Divine perfection if you asked the two troublesome vampires.
âOOOOOH DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW!â Paul belted out at full volume.
âIN A ONE HORSE OPEN SLEIGH!â Marko followed in suit, the widest eerie grin plastered on his face.
âOVER THE HILLS WE GOOOOâ Paul howled enthusiastically.Â
âI WILL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTH!â David's voice hit a whole new octave it had never in all his life so far. All the while Dwayne had opted to vacate the room lest he be caught in the middle of the escalating madness with Laddie in tow. He loved these guys, but not enough to dive head first into their fuckery.
Paul thrives during the Christmas holidays! How could he not? The food, the punk rock covers of Christmas songs, the absolute babes prancing around the town in Santa hats under mistletoe?! He loved it all! You can find him sneaking under mistletoe with many sweet honeys on a constant basis, regardless of whether or not he's acquainted with them. Most do roll their eyes or laugh it off, but every once in a blue moon the guy will get a little lovin' from a beach babe in the Yuletide mood. What else could he ask for? You can bet heâll run into the woods December first, and quite literally RIP a pine tree out of the ground to bring home like a wee carrot being plucked from the ground. The bigger the better! He may even drag Dwayne or Marko along with him if it's too big for him to carry himself. And all the boozy drinks he can concoct up? This boy is in his element! Mulled wine, spiked eggnog, candy cane vodka, butterscotch bourbon hot chocolate?! Yes! David straight up refuses to try anything that Paul creates himself (remember the concoction he made in Max's kitchen? Those poor goldfish....) which is also another reason why he has Dwayne help him. Or rather, the other boys insist the most responsible of them monitors the blonde lest he poison them with some sickly brew. That, and the fact that Dwayne's the least likely out of all of them to blow up the damn kitchen!
Dwayne is indeed the designated cook during the holiday rush, albeit a field even he tends to struggle. Avoiding the kitchen catching aflame, perfecting his craft lest he blow up the stove, leaving only a pile of ash in its wake. As previously mentioned, ever since the dreadful chain of events that lead to the unfortunate destruction of Max's kitchen, this raven haired vampire has attempted his hand at learning to use a stove properly: Although he often finds himself forgetting ingredients either in the midst of cooking or after the final product is done and he's taken a big bite.Â
âShit! I forgot the milk and eggs!â Dwayne grumbled with a mouthful of dry crumbs, a true disgrace of a cookie.
Paul always gives him crap for it of course.
âOooh I just thought you were going for a sandy, dusty dry cookie kinda thing.â
"Yeah man, these taste like ass!" Marko would cough out in midst of choking.Â
"And what, like you dumbasses could do any better," Dwayne retorts with a huff. Only Star manages to have any manners when testing his failed baking endeavors.
"Well I mean, the taste isn't that bad. Just a little dry is all."
"At least Marko wouldn't be choking to death." David would mutter from the darkest corner of the room, a little late in the conversation.
In all honesty, Dwayne's biggest motivation when it came to improving his skills was obviously Laddie. The kid never got much of a Christmas whilst living with his mom, so now that he was with the boys, he wanted to ensure that Christmas's were something that Laddie would remember for all eternity. Though granted, it is quite the mess when he was helping in the kitchen. But when the mini vamp grins from ear to ear whilst coated in flour and rapidly stirring an overflowing bowl of chunky cookie dough--the sight is too freaking cute!
Since Laddie joined the boys, they participate in Secret Santa every single year, which definitely includes Paul bursting through the entrance of the hotel as Santa on Christmas day. We won't talk about the fact that each year he almost falls flat on his face and swears, ruining the surprise for the kid.Â
"Santa where are your reindeer," he'd question, to which Santa Paul scoffs
"Pff, reindeer, I don't need any fucki- Ow," cut off by a firm and covert kick to the shin from Star, Paul quickly changes his response. "Oh! Ho ho, well, you see little boy, Santa can fly too! On his, uh, uhm⌠magic motorcycle! Yeah, that!"
But it's okay because Laddie already KNEW (he figured it out a year or two ago after Paul's beard fell off not once, but three times), he just doesn't have the heart to tell any of them because, well Paul really gets into it. And he knows the others are playing along for his sake. But to be fair, Laddie would have to be pretty dumb to believe it was Santa. I mean, the beard Paul's wearing is hanging half off his face by this point! But anyway, just like Paul's style, the entirety of the goody two shoes schpiel is thrown out the window, replaced with sleeves that have been ripped off, muddy boots, spiked bracelets and his Metallica shirt in full view beneath his flared red coat. He calls this BIKER CLAUS!
Laddie is not a squasher of traditions! But there was the one time that David had to intervene when Paul and Dwayne thought it would be great to use Laddie as the star at the top of the tree. David practically had a heart attack. Well, that's impossible but it still felt like he was having one! Â
âHo ho ho! Now, donât be a bitch, little David or Santa will have to give you coal.â Paul stated mockingly to David, brows furrowed.Â
âWell, Santa,â David scolds, a wry smile developing on his face when setting down the eight year old now off to shake his presents beneath their behemoth of a tree. âYou best be careful. You never know what's in those milk and cookies, hm?â
Each year Marko buys bird toys for the pigeons in the hotel. Well, buy is probably the wrong word. More like he liberates the stores of their stock. And then for the next six months, David has to hear the agonizing jingle of bells. David almost roasted one pigeon in particular that kept flying over him to drop the ball with a bell in it on his head. That was Paul's entertainment for the next five hours, hell, he'd try to find it if the bird lost it and give it back. Marko defends the pigeon. Between running through stores buying up surprises for his friends, he's helping Paul throw out decorations for the cave. The dollar store has some surprisingly unexpected treasures, allowing him to deck the fucking halls to the max. Tinsel here, ornaments there, tiny light up trees to hide around the caves, a butt ton of cinnamon pine cones which he ends up throwing back and forth with Paul.
And Paul often steals his gifts or goes dumpster diving for any hidden gems. He forgets to take the tags off of them the majority of the time, which is always an indicator whether or not its new. Any time Star asks where he got them from he refuses to answer. Just gets up and walks away. But for David's gift? Well this lucky bastard has found coal in the dumpster and chucks it to David when he's not looking and he sighs deeply in disappointment because this is the third year Paul has done this.Â
 "Huh? What? Who did that? Wasn't me. Somebody's throwing stuff."
Other than that he'll find a fat bag of charcoal and just tape the name David on it. David is certainly not amused. Dwayne will actually try to figure out what the others want, and has the sense to save the money taken from their previous meals. After all, they're dead, they wouldn't have much use for it anyway. He's not about to waste his hypnosis on some poor cashier. That would be a waste of time in his eyes.Â
When Christmas did arrive the tree was piled with mysterious boxes crudely mashed and taped together with bows and ribbons underneath it. It's obvious which ones are from Star since those gifts are wrapped in neatly pressed paper, wound tight beneath curled ribbons that remind the boys of her hair. Marko often goes on a food run rather than allow them all to be subjected to a potentially charred turkey, no offense to Dwayne of course. So, with a table covered from end to end with copious bowls of gravy, potatoes, candied sweet potatoes, a beast of a turkey in the center packed to the brim with cornbread stuffing, the boys cram into their chairs knocking back beers and spiked cider. Keeping to their own traditions, after fattening up, they gather around the tree and play card games, just as they had over eighty years ago on that frigid night. David still slays them in poker, and Marko is an utter dark horse when it comes to blackjack. Paul insists they try Go Fish. No one ever wants to play Go Fish. Closer towards the end of the night Dwayne will slip away to Jasper's shrine and bring him a fresh glass of rum as well as unwrapping what he got him that year. While Dwayne is there, the other boys will join him - omitting Star and Laddie left unaware of the Lost Boy they'd never met - in celebrating the last hour or so of the Holiday season with their fallen comrade.
Although Christmas time is often about uncomfortable mushy moments and emotions that create deep, unfamiliar times for David. The entire ordeal becomes that for everyone of the boys and Star. But God forbid anyone who even mentions it! I mean, it's kinda obvious though considering he's spending it with the people he always called family, knee deep in traditions that are sentimental to himself and the boys. There's a fluster of emotions running rampant during this particular Holiday Season, and although the blonde brooding vampire decides to squint at it with skepticism he savors these moments, knowing like Jasper, it could all be swept away with a single ray of light or the foolish hand of a hunter. So as they sit, drunk, full, and laughing beside Jasper's grave he can't help but smile at the sentimentality of it all. Christmas is a pain in the ass, but⌠it's a pain he'll gladly sit through for his brothers.
#lost boys imagine#lost boys 1987#lost boys#the lost boys#lost boys paul#lost boys imagines#lost boys dwayne#lost boys david#lost boys marko#christmas#holiday imagine#tis the season#lost boys head canon#headcanon#lost boys vampires#vampire boys#vampires#vampire#fanfiction writing#lost boys fanfiction#fan theory#fanfiction#fanfic
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The Raven and the Robin
Yeah so Iâd like to blame certain parties such as @ladyanput @virgil-is-a-cutie For getting me back into Ever After High Hell.
Summary: Raven King was tired of everyone comparing her to her mother instead of seeing her for herself, its why she opted for castle schooling instead. Unfortunately it was the year of Legacy Day so she couldnât make anymore excuses. Besides Evil Queen wasnât her role; her family knew she was going to be the Good King but well... the Evil Queen wasnât available. They didnât know what happened to the King-Queens and preferably no one outside of their circle of trust would find out.
It was the year of Legacy DayâŚ. Then again Legacy Day was done almost 15-20 years after one, depending on how long those fairy tales had taken to have children.
You know Raven didnât need to think of the logistics of this already stupid thing.
She never liked the fact that everyone expected her to be just like her mother, the Evil Queen of the previous generation whoâd gone rouge and nearly destroyed Wonderland, Mara Queen. People tended to forget that she disowned her mother; after everything she did to her, to the kingdom, to Wonderland, to everyone⌠to her family. Raven didnât like thinking of the Evil Queen, having long since distanced herself from the stern but loving Mara Queen, as her mother, ever since Prince had been turned into a rat and Robin hadâŚ.
âWould you two stop fighting?! Peas and crackers!â Maddieâs outburst had interrupted Ravenâs spiral, her Wonderlandian friend just as mad as she usually was. Well her father was The Mad Hatter.
âUm, who are you talking to?â
âWhy, the narrators! Oh, you can't hear them, Raven, only I can.â Of course there were narrators, Raven gave a small fond smile at her friend before sighing.
âIt's just... Ah! I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm so "evil," because my mom was. It's not fair! They donât even know the real me! They donât even remember the fact that I was raised by the Good Kingâ the next thing she knew her outburst of emotion caused all their things to levitate before quickly dropping. âAh curses, not againâ
âNo one thinks you're evil. Hehe, now you're just talking crazy! La-la-la!â
âDaughter of the Mad Hatter calls ME crazy?â
âWould you stop with the worry-flurry? Besides, your new do is completely you! No one will tell which Tale you belong toâ Raven had been worrying about the whole thing ever since she knew sheâd have to enroll at Ever After High though her father had been able to pull some strings and get her excused during her first year, unfortunately Legacy Day prevented her from doing so again. As the duo walked up the stairs, Raven noticed the stares but they quickly brushed over her and focused on Maddieâs Wonderland madness.
Raven was relieved, she never met many other fairy tale characters outside of those who resided in her kingdom or family friends such as Cerise Hood, Ramona Badwolf or Hunter Huntsman. Raven hadnât expected a visit from Madeline âMaddieâ Hatter out of the blue, the girl just stating that the place was in need of a good tea party. She hadnât left her side ever since.
Raven had long wavy ebony black hair with royal blue highlights in an upsweep, a silver circlet with a ruby in the middle framing her hair. She wore a black corset top with a sweetheart neckline, a white pencil skirt with a carmine red tail that reached her knees to it and a black leather jacket with carmine accents tying her outfit together
She didnât fit the look people had for the daughter of the Evil Queen.
âSee? They donât even realize who you are!â Maddie cheered before a chime familiar to them both rang. âYay, tea time! Earl Grey,â the little mouse squealed from atop of her cup hat and brought out the teapot âoh, you clever dormouse! Why, yes, this is a new dress.â
Raven just let herself get carried by the madness and took a seat next to her best friend forever after.
The first half of the first day of school had been⌠interesting. Her classes were pretty broad but Raven didnât know what to think of them; Science and Sorcery, Castle Design, Grimmnastics and Muse-ic Class had been fun so far but it was tiring always being on alert to make sure no one learned of her last name.
Lunch was honestly a take of fresh air as sheâd be able to hang out with her friends, Maddie, Cerise and Hunter.
Then an unexpected visitor came.
âHey, uh Raven! Right?â Raven took a good look at the guy in front of her light skin, brown hair with a cowlick and deep rich blue eyes; though it was a shame that his glasses blocked out most of their beauty.
âY-Yeah. Youâre in my Science and Sorcery Class, right?â Raven wanted the Earth to swallow her as she found herself alone with a cute boy as she waited for her friends to finally come to the table.
âUh-You look gort... I mean great. I-I don't even know what gort isâŚâ
âWell, I'd offer you a seat, but we donât exactly know each other. To sit here you'd have to be prettyââ
Suddenly screams and squeals could be heard from the castleteria entrance, mostly from the girls, and flashing lights from the center of the group.
âDaringâ
âWhat? No, Raven, I'm Dex, Dexter Charming! Daring's my broâŚâ while the two had gone back to their conversation neither realized the epicenter of the screams had come to their direction until Dexter felt a familiar heavy pat to the back âther. Oh, gort.â
âWhy, Once upon a hi! Iâve never seen you around here, are you a new student?â Raven had to resist the urge of rolling her eyes, not wanting to make a bad impression, as she could only guess who was behind her.
âYep. Youâre Apple White, daughter of Snow White, and Daring Charming, son of King Charmingâ Raven stated though Apple and Daring seemed to flourish at the recognition.
âI-uh I have to warn you: don't stare at the teeth. Just got them whitenedâ oh, so that's where the lights came from.
âYou are royally correct! Who might you be?â Apple preened as Raven covered her eyes from Daringâs smile.
âIâm⌠Ravenâ the expecting looks from the trio annoyed Raven but she might as well get them over with âRaven Kingâ
âOh my good fairy! You must be another Royalâ Apple cheered until they heard coughing from behind, Raven sighing in relief as she saw her friends.
âSorry but youâre kinda in our wayâ Hunter shrugged, waiting for Apple and Daring to move before Cerise rolled her eyes and pushed past them to take her seat.
âWell then I think it's time for us to go to lunch boys! Spell you later, Ravenâ Apple practically commanded the two Charming boys to accompany her to the Royal table, though Dexter shot Raven a shy wave.
âWell I guess that was a nice first time meeting my nieceâ Raven joked as they finally began eating their food.
âShe sure is something alrightâ Cerise rolled her eyes before beginning on her large steak.
âFor what is she without her people and crown? To which do not approve of Wonderland doâ Maddie added along, taking out another cup from her hat.
âShe used to be a lot more chill at the beginning of last yearâ the hooded girl explained, cleaning up from her meaty meal with a dainty napkin âBut she started getting fidgety when there was no EQ in the student body. Thatâs when she really started firing up the whole Royals v Rebels and following your destiny thingâ
âRight. So what are Royals?â
âI thought we went over this,â Hunter whispered before explaining âIt's everyone who wants to sign their Destiny on the Storybook of Legends and follow their stories. Weâre Rebels, the ones whoâd rather find their own way in life, though weâre probably going to sign tooâ
Raven woke up the next day to Maddieâs breakfast tea time alarm chiming; she really wasnât looking forward to rehearsal today. She didnât know her well but Apple White was certainly overbearing; Kingdom Management was practically overtaken by Apple hogging the spotlight and not letting anyone else speak. The only good thing out of it was that she was able to talk to the Charming twins; Dexter and Darling.
âSo, when your magical key appears, you insert it gently into the Storybook of Legends, then stand, shoulders back, and declare your destiny to the world! Have I made myself clear?â Headmaster Grimm, descendant of the original Grimm Brothers, spoke to the student body.
âHeadmaster Grimm, but what ifâŚâ Raven knew she couldnât, wouldnât, sign the book unless Robin was around, her decision would alter his and she couldnât justđ
âNo questions? Good. Now, we're going to practice with this tiny Manual of Entirely Reasonable School Rules. Who will go first?â
Raven waited nervously as each one of the students scheduled for Legacy Day passed up to the podium; Briar Beauty, Rosabella Beauty, Jillian Beanstalk, Daring, Dexter and Darling Charming, Kitty Cheshire, Hopper Croackington II, Humphrey Dumpty, Ashlynn Ella, Farrah Goodfairy, Maddie, Lizzie Hearts, Cerise, Sparrow Hood, Hunter đ
âRaven⌠Kingâ
Raven could feel the stare of Headmaster Grimm as she walked up to the podium.
âI'm Raven King and I pledge to follow my destiny as... um... I have a question!â
âWhat is it?â Raven could tell that she was getting on the Headmasterâs nerves and knew that her next question would definitely cause a ruckus butâŚ
âI was just wondering, I mean, what if I don't want to take the pledge?â
Raven definitely had to have seen all the gasps and screams of horror coming. Grimm stomping up to her and facing her head on though was probably the more uncomfortable part.
âHere's your answer. If you don't pledge your destiny, your story ceases to exist.â
âCeases to exist? So then... What happens to me?â
âYou will cease to exist! Poof! Now, Raven, continue.â Raven could tell that the conversation was over, it reminded her of how sheâd talk. She also knew that her next words would cause even more of an issue.
âI⌠I am Raven King, daughter of the Good King and Iđâ
âYouâre daughter of the Good King! That means- That means youâre my Evil Queen!â Apple squealed in delight, running up the steps and giving Raven the biggest hug she could. More gasps could be heard, even someone fainting, as Apple just began to ramble more and more on how hexallent it was that Raven finally revealed herself, how theyâd be roomates to get to know each other and how she couldnât wait to be poisoned and get her happily ever after just like their mothers.
âDo not compare me to that womanâ Raven shook Apple off of her, she could feel her cerulean eyes glow and her hair float.
âI gotta goâ
âBut the rules are... The rules!â
âDestiny!â
Raven ignored all the yells and just made her way into the Enchanted Forest. She finally settled onto a log, watching on a tree as two black birds circled around their nest before one of them began to chirp at a bush underneath.
It was an injured bird. No. It was a dead bird.
Raven couldnât help but cry.
âThe Raven flies. The clouds, they sing! The Robin sleeps, with a broken wing. The Apple falls not far from the tree. But what should happen when the tide rolls in?â
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#Ever After High#EAH#EAH Fanfic#Fanfiction#EAH Salt#Raven Queen#The Raven and the Robin#Eve-Valution#Raven King AU#eah au#Apple White Salt#Apple White#Raven centric
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Hi, idk if your offer is still open but i'll just spill my fav fantasie au anyway. So I've been fantasizing a lot about Tian being a dark figure(?)/dragon/devil spirit of some sort and he kinda need people to worship him or feed him by offering sacrifices every year and ofc Guanshan is the one chosen this time but he is so fierce and interesting so Tian don't eat him but instead they live together and Tian make him do all the stuffs or he will eat Guanshan lol Anw i love your writings
hi! sorry this took fucking forever. i have no excuse besides the usual school, work and writerâs block⌠this isnât exactly according to your prompt and i am sorry for that. instead, iâve written something loosely based on it.
i prefer the idea of guanshan being The One In Charge in their relationship and hetian is the one who is completely Whipped, hehe. i hope you like this!
disclaimer: 1k+ words. fairy-tale setting (fantasy). non main character death of course.
TRIGGER WARNING: DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD and ofc cannibalism. (nothing too detailed but thereâs a visual)
hetian with his raven hair, deep-set eyes and sharp nose, lives in a mansion in the woods. ever since he had been caught at the edge of his woods with his fatherâs body unmoving underneath him, his fatherâs bitten-off nose between his teeth and a glint in his eyes that sparkled of insanity, the townspeople neighbouring the woods have been giving him monthly offerings. he hadnât asked for any of it, but it seemed impolite to turn away the baskets of bread, fruit and cheese.
it was a few months after that he was caught again, outside the tavern past midnight, with a lifeless body spilling blood and organs from its ripped-open belly in his arms; his face was painted with blood, and even more blood oozed and dripped from his lips. he eats them after killing them was whispered from the investigators to the townspeople and when hetian was released from prison, the whispers were all he heard everywhere he went.
if they even dared wonder why hetian was let go after killing two men, they were quickly silenced by his dark gaze, towering figure and predator grin. the townsfolk started sending not only baskets of food to his home deep in the gray woods. theyâd bind, gag and blind that monthâs village outcast and send them along to Dark Lord hetian as well. those who were sent to him never returned, not even a trace of them was found.
this boy, with his red hair, suspecting eyes, thin eyebrows and twitchy nose, isnât from the town. his hand holding the basket of food is stained red, there are flecks of blood on his chin and he isnât wearing a shirt. his pants hang loose at his waist. heâs pretty and hetian wonders when did sheli and his friends realise the dark lord prefers men. his hands arenât tied and he isnât gagged or blinded, so the possibility that this man is just passing through flickers in hetianâs mind. but heâs carrying the basket of offerings, so he must be the sacrifice- his bare torso revealing fair skin, pink nipples and carved muscles are not helping hetian concentrate on his thoughts.
hetian realises he has been staring too long. they are standing just beyond the gate of hetianâs home. he was about to head inside after a day of fishing but the sounds of someone trudging through the woods had made him pause just as his hand was on the lock. i should invite him in, hetian thinks, fingers finally pulling the lock open. he turns back to the man and considers lying to make him come in.
âa-a-are you him?â the man asks, taking one step backwards.
âyou have to be more specific than that,â hetian replies, slightly surprised it was not himself who spoke first.
âthey told me to bring this basket to the dark lord who lives in a black mansion in the woods,â the sacrifice says. his voice isnât trembling any more, hetian realises. âare you the only one living in these woods?â
âyes.â hetian smirks. âiâve never been asked that before.â
âiâm here to give this to you,â the man says, holding out the basket. âplease take it.â
âthey promise me more than a basket of food every month.â the suggestion in his words weigh heavy in the air between them. the redheaded man visibly gulps, his adamâs apple bobbing. he takes a deep breath and his frown deepens. oh, heâs really pretty, hetian thinks, smile widening. sheli picked the single most perfect sacrifice for hetian and hetian can taste the regret heâll be burdened with for the next week or so for letting this lovely specimen go. ârelax,â he says. âi donât know what youâve heard about me, traveller, but i am not in the habit of killing and eating human sacrificials.â
confusion, not relief, clouds the manâs eyes. he tilts his head slightly, considers hetian from a different angle. âthen what are you in the habit of doing?â
âgiving them a bit of bread from the basket, a pocketful of gold and directions to another village.â
the girls who were sent to him all had some sort of physical deformity the simple-minded townspeople could not accept. they cried and begged for their lives until they were knocked out, bound and silenced before being delivered to hetian. and in front of hetian, they would cry, hopeless tears streaming down their faces, muddied hands trembling in a clasped position, praying for a quick death. contrary to their beliefs, hetian had killed just two people, and both had been unfair, unreasonable, unsalvageable men who would have killed more than just two if hetian hadnât put a stop to their lives.
when the redhead hasnât spoken, shocked into a silent gape, hetian offers, âif you are determined to leave as soon as possible, i would be happy to send you on your way with the same gifts. otherwise, if you are hungry and tired,â he gestures to the unlocked gate, âyou are welcome to come in and rest.â truthfully, he has never invited any of the sacrificials into his home. they were all too afraid of him.
the man eventually croaks, âi- oh-â he blinks. âso youâre just a misunderstood homeowner who lives in the woods?â
hetian laughs at that. âyou have made a very sharp observation.â
âand youâre not a cannibalistic dark warlock?â hetian doesnât give an answer, only smiles. the man sighs. âi was hoping to dispose the bodies at your gate before going on my way.â
the traveller scratches his nape and then drops his hand to his side, leaving a light trail of bloody fingerprints from the side of his neck to just beneath his belly button where his hand had grazed. the small marks on his chest hetian initially thought were red moles appear to be scratches and flecks of blood when the man steps closer to hetian. behind him in the undergrowth, hetian notices, is a head of platinum-white hair matted in brown blood.
âi was planning to kill him. even before he and his friends attacked me.â the traveller paces back to where he had left the body. âthey annoyed me.â
âsheli annoys me occasionally too,â hetian agrees in a low murmur.
âso you said something about resting in your home?â
hetian grins. âyes, please, come in.â
the traveller smiles back, a tired but grateful quirk of his lips. âi may need help with the bodies.â
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ACCEPTED // SABLE OSWALD
district 10 â mentor â Meghan Ory fc  â she/her
three strengths: pragmatic, protective, hard-working three weaknesses: stubborn, blunt, and cynical
tw death, gore, animal death, rape
Arena: For the 59th games, tributes rise up into a flat, grassy field surrounded by forests. There is no breeze, no clouds in the sky, no sounds of nature. Here at the cornucopia, with itâs piles of weapons and food, there is only the sun above. To the north tributes can spot snow covered mountains but nothing else is immediately apparent. The arena is laid out in four quadrants with each one representing on of the four seasons. North of the cornucopia is winter. Past the forests the land curves upward and the temperature drops drastically. This is harsh landscape prone to avalanches and with little edible food. Nightfall without a fire will lead to frostbite and probably death. Some caves can be taken to for refuge but mutts may wait inside. To the south of the cornucopia the trees thin out and the temperature rises. Travel far enough and tributes will find themselves caught in an arid landscape with no water in sight. Poisonous scorpion mutts patrol the landscape, their sting leading to hallucinations and a painful death. The tributes find more hospitable landscapes to the east and west. To the east, there are vast meadows and plentiful collections of fruits and wildlife. The land is flourishing and the rain that falls is gentle. Relax too long however and a tribute might find themselves drifting into unwanted sleep. To the west, the forest thickens and leaves turn vibrant colors of orange, red, and yellow. Thick groves of apple trees and streams bubble throughout. Wolves mutts patrol at night however and will fall upon the unsuspecting tributes. Biography: The first lesson was held place in a slaughterhouse with a bolt gun in her hand and the eyes of a full grown bull staring her down. Sable was the eldest of three daughters born to Yara and Corbin Oswald. While her father worked with the pigs from sunrise to sunset, her mother worked as a butcher. This was her lesson: there are crueler things than death. This act was simple. It was quick, it was painless, and it was considerate. Suffering was for the living. The luxury of a childhood was not afforded to many in district ten. Growing up Sable shared her room, her bed, and her clothes with her sisters. Mornings were spent attending to household chores, middays to studies, afternoons to the market where they could barter trinkets for bread, and evenings to the dinner table. Sable was a responsible and pragmatic child that did not dream of a better life. She had a mind for numbers and sponged up what little education she was afforded. She looked out for her younger siblings, and did not complain over the extra work. It was in her nature to be protective and she found herself occasionally on the bad side of a peacekeeperâs whip for daring to step between them and an offender. As her mother would wash the wounds sheâd remind her whose finger was on the trigger in that situation. She was happiest in the evenings when her father might strick up a few chords, or her sister might whistle a tune. The music helped distract her from the hunger of a meal skipped, or the ache of her muscles. It was in those hours, her motherâs face lit by candelight that sheâd catch a smile or a softening. As a young girl she made friends with a rancherâs son named Colton Hargreeves. He would be the only man she met who made her want to be less sensible. While Colt was of a much higher social standing in district ten, he didnât seem to mind. They were sweet on each other, naturally progressing into a couple as they aged. Sable didnât often let her contemplate a future, but at fourteen she thought she could be very happy if the only person she ever fell in love with was Colt. The next year, her name came out of the reaping bowl. By that age, she was a lanky and underfed teenager. Her district partner was eighteen, a scowl on his face and eyes that looked past her when they shook hands. She committed the faces to memory; Her motherâs wobbling chin, her fatherâs tears, Darcyâs fear, and Eveâs anger. Each she would take with her to the capitol. From Colt she took a beaten bit of horshoe, attached to a bit of leather string, with his initials on it. It would be her token in the arena. The capitol had little particular interest in Sable. After five baths, a haircut, and several layers of make-up they remarked that she cleaned up nicely. She had no talent for inspiration, or any stomach for the performance that others put on. She took to the training stations, focusing on survival skills and self-defense and garnering a modest score of seven. Throughout the weekly pre-game events however, she did garner some respect from her district partner, Orson. They made a pact to stick together, and with a little discussion recruited the pair from seven to join them. Throughout it all, Sable didnât let herself hope that she might survive. She only wished for a merciful ending. Working as a unit the four tributes were able to snatch a backpack and several knives from the cornucopia during the bloodbath. The district seven boy took a beating from one of the careers, but was rescued by Orson. They retreated to the west afterward and into the autumn segment of the arena. Nights were cold and that first night the wolf mutts stalking the forests attacked them and took down the boy from seven. Sable was knocked down and sustained a bite to her shoulder that would scar in the years to come, but she managed to climb her way to safety. They trekked north after that coming two nights later to the foot of the northern mountains. After making camp in a tree, the girl from seven decided to take first watch. Sable woke that night with the girlâs hands around her throat. Sheâd thought to dispose of both her alliance partners in one go, but Sable managed to use her nails to claw at the girlâs face. In pain the grip loosened and Sable was able to escape into the mountainscape. She was alone after that and surprised when Orsonâs face didnât appears in the sky. She made her way south after a night in the mountains resulted in some frostbite to her fingertips. Along the way she skirted the edges of the cornucopia and kept herself hidden. Four nights passed, then six. On the ninth, feverish from an infection to her bite, her first gift came. Some antibioitics and water to keep her moving out of the summer landscape. The careers were all taken out on the seventh day, buried in an avalanche and the victims to their own ambitious hunting schemes. With them gone attention swung to the quieter tributes, the ones that had seemed like long shots, or had been wise enough to keep targets off their backs. Sable was a bit of both and she knew enough of herself to understand she was capable of killing. By the twelfth night, four tributes remained. Her, Orson, the girl from seven, and the boy from three. The gamemakers broadcast the locations of all the tributes every hour during those last days. Sable let herself sleep only for snatches at a time. She was ravenous and exhausted but stubborn. She found her way into the spring segment of the arena and there found Orson a victim of the sleeping pollen. He slept peacefully with his hands folded over his stomach. Sheâd sought him out and hoped to arrive before either of the remaining tributes. With throwing knife sheâd managed to wrestle away, she slit Orsonâs throat. It was quick, it was painless, and it was merciful. The girl from seven took care of the boy from three and then the gamemakerâs pushed the two together. While a thunderstorm worked it way across the sky they fought it out. It was bloody and it was sloppy. Sable took several stab wounds that would require surgery to repair. She woudl have bled out in the rain had her opponent not gotten a little cocky. Her blood was on the girlâs hands when she leaned backward and laughed. She was but bones and skin and thought the pain was everything, she grassped a blunt bit of rock and smashed it against the girlâs forehead. She hit again and again and stopped only when the cannon sounded. She was conscious only to hear the words âLadies -â and then gave herself up to blessed darkness. Her scars would last forever but as a nurse pointed out âweâre glad youâre pretty little face wasnât so banged up.â She wasnât an anticipated victor but the capitol took what they could and made it their own. She was to be the ruthless, no-nonsense killer, the great stratageist, and the girl who fought to return to her sweetheart at home. Back at home, a cold reception was waiting for her. While Colt and her family welcomed her with open arms there were others who would not so much as look at her. Orsonâs killing would haunt Sable for the rest of her life. Often she woke with her hand against her throat, imagining the injury. Sheâd killed him while he slept, a dishonorable murder. (None much cared to hear that no murder, no minute, no second even in the arena gave space for honor.) Sableâs popularity rised as she aged. As a victor she was fed properly for once and grew into a beautiful young woman. When the time came, Snow began to sell her off to sponsors. There was no hiding this from Colt. He grew more restless with every injustice, more incendiary toward Snow and the capitol. She was more reserved, colder, and less given to laughter but their relationship survived. They were married at twenty in a small ceremony in the victorâs village, and yet none of that disuaded the sponsors. She kept her toe in line with the capitol in order to protect her family, but her sister was of a more restless stock. Eveâs treasonous words were incindiary and she never listened to warnings. Colton was quieter in his hatred, but no less passionate. The 68th games brought a victory to District Ten again, but Sable arrived home to an empty home and a single white rose. Eve Oswald and Colton Hargreeves were too closesly tied to a victor to be dealt with publicly. So instead they simply disappeared. Sable knew what was likely. A bullet to the brain and a shallow grave. It was better than the other options, less suffering. She was consumed by grief, but she dug herself out because she was pregnant. Her son, named Leo Oswald, became the center of her little world. She would do anything in her power to protect him and for him she kept herself quiet and did not provoke the capitol.
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Here, have a piece of the story in question! I think maybe Iâll put the first bit up on AO3 tomorrow or Friday, then, if thereâs interest!
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Day one. Los Angeles at fifteen minutes before six in the morning. The Raven Studios lot, and a make-up chair. The first make-up chair, on the first official day, not a test or an exploration.
 Jason patiently closed eyes for an airbrush, a sharpened eyeliner pencil, gentle blending. Opened them and regarded himself in the mirror.
 Another person looked back, a strange hybrid self. Captain Stephen Lanyonâs slightly longer hair, courtesy of extensions, enough to pull into a gentlemanly queue. Lighter in places than Jasonâs own dark brown: still brown, yeah, but kissed by the sun, by salt, by shipboard naval life. The airbrush had sun-kissed his skin as well; he was tempted to touch it, but knew better. Cherry Khanâs hands danced around him, working her spells; heâd liked her calmness ever since the first trial run. They got along; he was glad toâve met her, part of Jillian Poeâs crew.
 He met his own gaze, through mirror-gleam and make-up. Still his eyes. Still his clothes, at least for the moment: jeans and a casual red shirt, simple and uncomplicated.
 He liked to think of himself as uncomplicated. He was: an action hero, big and justifiably proud of muscles, generally goodhearted, appreciative of his family and his grandmotherâs marinara sauce.
 He didnât feel uncomplicated right now. This role, this chance, this future: he wanted to grab onto it with both hands and cling. To prove that he could be that other self. Someone who could do more than kick and punch and shout angrily at evildoers.
 He wanted to tell stories. To tell this story, history-drenched and rich as velvet and deeply textured with the lives of two men loving each other, as men had throughout the past.
 He wanted to do this story justice. He wanted to prove himself. He wanted to impress Colby Kent and apologize to Colby Kent. Theyâd not spent any real time togetherâa table read or two, a few emails from Colby wearing the producer hat and checking on a detail or two of Jasonâs contractâand Jasonâd been gnawed half to death by guilt.
 He wasnât really a dick. He hadnât meant to hurt Colby. Heâd been having a rough day, chased in circles by desperation and inadequacy, and heâd said stupid words in the hallway, and Colbyâd heard him and then not been able to look at him, andâ
 And Colby and Jillian had cast him anyway. That was the part Jason couldnât figure out.
 âA bit more brightness, I think,â Cherry murmured, and one slim finger dabbed a mystery potion under his eyes. âAnd donât fret so much. Is it first-day jitters, then? Or something else? MaybeâŚa boy?â She lifted eyebrows at him; Jason laughed. âTell me all about it if it is. All the details.â
 âSort of a boy,â Jason agreed obligingly. True, for a given interpretation. âItâs not like that, though. Just that I said something dumb and I havenât been able to apologize. Heâs probably not even thinking about it or meââ Also likely true; Colby must have much more interesting thoughts to occupy his time. Fabulous parties in that luxurious apartment. New ways to spend that A-list income. Guys flinging themselves his direction. Everyone adoring him.
 ââitâs just, yâknow, it bothers me,â he finished. âBut at least I look great, Cher, thanks.â
 âYouâre lovely, dear.â She patted his shoulder. âAnd Iâm sure if you apologize heâll forgive you. Especially with those big pretty eyes. Iâd forgive you.â
 âThanks more?â
 âI could think of a few more things to do with you, if I was at all interested in the eggplant crowd.â Cherry patted him again. Her partner Diana was a chef, Jason knew; theyâd chatted about the proper layering of lasagna and Jasonâs familyâs recipe early on. âIâm sure your boy could, too.â
 âHeâs not my anything. Itâs notâŚâ He sighed. âItâs not like that.â
 âOf course itâs not,â Cherry said, âyouâre only obsessing over something dumb you said and whether or not heâs thinking of you,â and poked a pencil at his eyebrow.
 It wasnât like that. Itâd never be. Colby mightâve agreed to work with him, the in-role chemistry might be fantastic, but Colby couldnât look at him. Found other people to talk to after table reads. Sent proper businesslike emails that always sounded vaguely British in tone and phrasing, as if that childhood training remained inescapable.
 But Jason remembered the way that hand felt in his. Heâd seen those glorious eyes upturned and gazing into his. Heâd seen Colby Kent flinch, an ephemeral specter of genuine vulnerability. Heâd wanted to help then; he wanted to now.
 He didnât even know why. They werenât friends. Colby couldnât need him.
 But some tiny wistful part of his heart hoped Colby had someone, among that sea of admirers. Someone whoâd see him. Someone whoâd be there for him.
 Jasonâs heart wished it could help. Not even because Colby Kent was gorgeous and talented and a daydream come to life. Just because it did not like the idea of someone being unhappy, and particularly that someone being Colby, who would choose a co-star based on whatâd be best for the film, regardless of personal discomfort.
 Jason, eyeing himself and his newly shaped eyebrows, knew he should be thinking of his own role. Slipping into Stephenâs skin. Preparing for a soundstage and a shipâs deck, the movie-magic half-built version. Conversations with Leo Whyte, playing his loyal lieutenant. Later, that afternoon, one conversation with Colby. A moment in which William Crawford, Viscount Easterly, had dared ill health and parental anger to slip onto Stephenâs ship and say farewell. They would not touch, not even kiss, in a space filled with crew and pre-departure bustle; but they would take each otherâs hands, briefly, and they would know.
 Jason, whoâd taken Colbyâs hand once, understood. Intimacy stolen out of public view. A commitment made sweeter by the ache of restraint. By the brush of skin to skin, laid bare.
 Colbyâd chosen. Had put his hand into Jasonâs, given the invitation.
 And Jason needed to stop remembering, imagining, wondering. For one thing, he didnât have the right. For another, those imaginings were starting to cause certain effects in his jeans, a fact simultaneously hot and potentially embarrassing and startling. He knew what he liked, as far as sweetness and surrender actively forthrightly given; he could not remember a time when heâd gone achingly hard from the memory of a touch of a hand.
 Dammit. He had to stop thinking about Colby Kent. About wide blue eyes with their unusual darker outer ring of color, about the sparkle in them when saying Captain like a dare, like a teaseâ
 âGood morning!â Cherry chirped to someone behind his shoulder. âWhatâre you doing in this early, sugar, youâre not on set until this afternoon!â
 âI canât come by to say hello to my favorite artistic genius?â That voice. Oh god, that voice. Amusement in ancient castles. Sunlight over stones. Arthurian mythology by way of Southern California. Jason sat frozen, thanking God and Cherry for concealer thatâd hide flushed cheeks.
 Colby went on, âIâve also bought pastries for everyone. Thereâs more on the cart outside, but I thought Iâd bring this box over. I know theyâre nothing as good as Diâs, but perhaps still good enough to begin the shoot with? Andâoh, Jason! Good morning. Would you like some sort of apple tart? Or a cinnamonâŚwell, I donât know what that is, but itâs definitely got cinnamon in.â
 âUm,â Jason managed.
 âIâll just leave these and get out of your way.â
 âNo you wonât,â Cherry said, picking up something round and chocolate-dipped. âColby, darling, tell us exactly everything from Maureen Hartâs engagement party last month. Did she really invite all her exes? And did Skylar Mason really get drunk and fall into the pool, because the tabloids are saying so, but I know someone who worked on all five seasons of Vampire High with him and said he was the sweetest nicest boyââ
 Colby, who of course had been invitedâMo Hartâs engagement party invite list had comprised most of A-list Hollywood, several billionaires, and a prince or two, and decidedly not Jasonâperched on the edge of a second chair and said willingly, âNo, as far as I know he only tripped over someone, there was hardly any room to breathe even up on that rooftop patio, and Iâm very sorry but I didnât properly count the number of exes, though I did see Brett Claremont gazing longingly at Lindsay Miller, and she seemed to be looking back?â and they disappeared into a discussion of glamorous film-star hook-ups and break-ups and whether Lindsay should take Brett back, for a good twenty minutes.
 They seemed to forget that Jason existed. That was fine. Jason was busy getting breath back. Forcing blood into other parts of his body.
 Colby, he noticed, tended not to lead a conversation. Answering questions, smiling, happily responding to whatever Cherry wanted to know and apologizing for not knowing some answers, but definitely reacting instead of directing. Being exactly what she wanted of him.
 Jason did not know what to do with this information.
 He watched Colby Kent some more. Colby, even dressed casually, came in layers. Comfortable-looking but stylish pants, not jeans. A blue cardigan over a button-down shirt, even at six in the morning. The cardigan was buttoned also. Jason thought about that for a minute, too.
 Colby might just be one of those people who couldnât stand to look unkempt. Considering the motion of those hands, the half-messy swoop of dark hair that fluffed outward more on one side than the other, Jason wasnât sure. Something about the sleeves and the buttons suggested armor. Something about Colbyâs smile suggested steps across ice: not shy, not afraid, but aware. Conscious of each reply, as if making sure it was what would be desired.
 Colbyâs hair was longer now as well. William needed to have dramatic windswept Byronic locks, good for pensive longing beside a library window or winding a loverâs fingers through. Colby hadnât done extensions, though; that was all his hair, soft and dark and rumpled from the early morning.
 Jasonâs fingers, without regard for Jasonâs brain, wanted to go over there and rumple it more.
 âIâm so sorry,â Colby said, turning his way. âWeâre neglecting you. It wasnât even that good a party; I only went because, well, they invited me, and I didnât want to be rude and say no. I left early, in fact, and went home and found a book. Have you had any pastries? This oneâs got blueberries and some sort of creamy center. How are you feeling about this morning? Have you been practicing all of Stephenâs nautical terminology?â
 You went because they invited you and your popularity with the media, Jason thought. You probably bought the most expensive item on their gift list, too. And then went home early. With a book. He said, âWhat book?â
#actor regency fic#fic in progress#my fic#kernezelda#esaael#thebestpersonherelovesbucky#clashfanusa#for you guys
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Hello, there! This is my story titled âMemoriesâ, in which Thor thinks back on the memories he shared with his baby brother. Itâs post Infinity War, so major spoilers towards the end if you havenât seen it yet. There is a spotify playlist here if you would like to listen to it. I highly recommend, because it has some of my personal favorites that I feel explain the dynamic between the brothers.
The Asgardian princes were sat upon the youngestâs balcony. The sun was setting, allowing the world of theirs to practically shimmer in shades of pink and gold, the light bouncing off the walls of the enormous palace. Their legs dangled, their thighs and arms pressed together comfortably. The younger of the two, Loki, had a book balanced on one knee, the right side of the book rested easily on Thorâs. Loki had always been one for studying, and Thor, though he wasnât nearly as much of a fan, couldnât help the smile he had whenever Loki got particularly heated about a subject.
âThor, you absolute oaf. That is a wolf, not a common dog.â
âIs there a difference?â
The young, raven-haired boy snorted, giving a light, barely-noticeable roll of the eyes. âIs there a difference-â He mocked, his voice dropping slightly lower to match his elder brotherâs tone. âOf course there is a difference. One is fierce, focuses mainly on survival, isnât too fond of company that isnât already a part of its inner circle. The other, a silly animal, interested in any companionship it can get, even if itâs that of a different species. The first being the cautious wolf, the second being the easily excitable mutt.â
Thor tilted his head, looking at the drawing on the page for what had to be the tenth time. âSo, what youâre saying is that this⌠this wolf. Itâs like you, but not. And then Iâm-â
âI beg your pardon?â Thor shifted his gaze from down at the book, to down at his brother. His now very confused brother. If they hadnât been dangling over what had to be the highest balcony in the palace, Thor would have jumped down and cheered in the triumph of having Loki be the confused one. It was a rare occurrence for Thor to be able to best the brains of their duo, or better yet, catch him off guard.
Heâd gloat later.
âYou are the wolf, brother. Cautious, uneasy when it comes to making friends. I am the dog. I certainly do not think things through nearly as much as you, and I am more open. Easier to approach.â At Thorâs explanation, Loki seemed to ponder, his mouth opening a couple times to respond, only to shut again as he rethought his words. âSee? You are overthinking things right now.â
âI am not.â Loki was quick to interject, causing a laugh to erupt from the blonde boyâs chest. He raised his eyebrows in a challenge, and Loki let out a little huff of air. âAlright. Maybe I amâŚâ
âAnd you donât seem to have as many friends as I. In fact, I see you with books more than I see you with people.â This realization hadnât actually hit Thor until he heard himself say it aloud. Suddenly he felt a bit guilty. Okay, scratch that, extremely guilty. He made to reply, his mouth and eyes opening wide in unison, until he heard a faint giggle. His face morphed into one of confusion as he looked down at the source. Then the giggle turned into a full laugh, not that the trickster would ever admit it. Loki leaned his head upon Thorâs shoulder and sighed as his laughter died down.
âI am not in need of friends, brother. I have you. Why would I waste my time with others when their love could never compare to that of family?â
There. That was it. In that moment Thor knew he would die one day, protecting Loki in the process.
It was around three hundred years later, the young boys had become teenagers. Something since had entered the air. Something different. Loki was constantly cold as of late, and neither brother was sure why. Theyâd gone to mother first, then father, and had never received an answer apart from the rehearsed âYou boys are changing, your bodies with you. It must be part of his personal growthâ. Thor found that explanation to be rather dull, and he was almost certain Loki did too.
Loki.
Thor wiped sweat from his forehead. It was a particularly hot day outside in Asgard, a heat wave passing through, and Loki seemed to have taken to it the worst. Heâd nearly fainted outside, until one of the healers insisted he go inside. Loki hadnât seemed to understand why, and truthfully Thor didnât understand either. Loki had always been a bit colder to the touch, but itâd recently been getting so out of hand that a simple heat wave could nearly melt Lokiâs insides.
âThor?â Thorâs attention was quickly drawn back to⌠oh. Right. âThor? You insisted you needed to talk with me. If youâve changed your mind, we can surely talk later.â The Lady Sif rested her hands on her hips, blowing a couple long strands of hair away from the damp skin of her face. She looked at Thor expectantly, which caused his cheeks to flush as he looked away. Right. Odin was having a celebration coming up, something about defeating some enemy, and heâd asked Thor to invite Lady Sif to the family table. When Thor had, of course, asked if he could bring along Volstagg, or at the very least Fandral, Odin had denied.
âThis, Iâm afraid, must be a matter of the heart. You wonât find yourself in bed with a man, will you?â Odin had responded as a joke as he bit into an apple, though it was clear there was underlying worry. He really had worries that Thor would be interested in a man over a woman? Thor had scoffed, assuring that he would indeed invite Lady Sif, and attempt to be a romantic for once. And it wasnât that Thor wasnât interested in women. Really. He was. Admittedly, it was difficult to focus on relationships of the romantic sort when the prince was constantly becoming more and more worried for his brother. Speaking of said brother, Loki had rolled his eyes; an over-dramatic, blood-chilling move that only an angry Loki could pull off.
âThis is absolutely ridiculous.â Loki had said as heâd pushed his hands against the table, raising his body from his seat and standing to leave. Thor thought he would just leave, and that would be the end of the conversation. But he didnât, and it wasnât. He stared at their father, the anger never leaving his features. âThis is why youâve begun talking to me less and less over the years, hm? Because I seem incapable of ever wooing a maiden the way Thor could?â
âThat is not what I said, Loki, you are putting words into my mouth again-â
âOh? So I take it youâd be perfectly accepting of one of your sons wooing a man, or a woman? What if one of your sons is interested in both, hm? What if one of your sons cannot be forced to like a certain type specifically?â Thorâs head whipped up to his brother. Of course heâd never seen Loki with anyone, and Thor had always just assumed it was Lokiâs cold nature of keeping closed off, like a lone wolf in the wild. But now? Was Loki implying..? He followed Lokiâs gaze to chance a look at their father.
Odin was still as a statue. If it werenât for his heavy breathing, and his disappointed look, Thor would have thought Loki or Mother had put the Allfather under some sort of spell. The room was deathly silent, neither Thor nor Frigga daring to interject their opinions in favour of the black-haired royal. Thor almost expected Odinâs voice to become powerful, shake the room as it did whenever Odin was greatly angered. Instead, his voice was soft, but laced with underlying strength.
âThen I would be right in seeing your brother more fit to be king. We need a king who knows how to make a choice, not be constantly under confusion.â Frigga gasped, and Thor could feel the anger towards her husband oozing from her very being. Before her or Thor could add anything, Loki had fled the room, most likely to his chambers, or maybe the garden or library. Thor had sighed, and pushed himself up from the table. He left the room, and made his way to the training grounds.
Which led him here. To this moment. Lady Sif was still looking up at him expectantly, the sweat dripping from her head after training in the awful heat. Thor forced a smile, his cheeks flushing.
âI am sorry, Sif. I⌠I ought to ask you, if youâd join my familyâs table during the feast tonight.â At this Sifâs annoyed, impatient look turned to one of shock. Not unpleasant, but shock all the same.
âI⌠the royal table? Me? Why?â Thor thought for a moment. Why was he doing this? Because Odin had told him to.
âBecause I realized youâre the most important woman in my life. It only makes sense for you to join us, correct?â Sif laughed. It was light, full of joy as she nearly leaped into his arms, hugging him close to her. She broke away after a moment with a smile.
âOf course! Oh goodness, I must go get ready to be in the kingâs company. I shall meet you tonight!â She pressed a quick kiss to Thorâs cheek before collecting her shield and sword, and hurrying away. Thor chuckled softly, making his way back towards the palace.
Once up the many flights of steps, Thor had finally made it to he and Lokiâs floor. He set his course to his rooms, before stopping in his tracks. His gaze drifted towards the door to Lokiâs rooms, and he let out an audible sigh. âDammit.â The thunder god muttered, before walking over to the mischief godâs door. He opened it without knocking.
The sight was enough to shatter Thorâs heart to pieces.
Lokiâs books were strewn across the floor, the room dark because of the drapes pulled shut in every window or door that could possibly let sunlight into Lokiâs chambers. His hair was messy, and his face was completely covered by a cloth that looked to be soaked, with what Thor assumed was tears.
The moment lasted maybe three seconds tops.
Loki sniffled loudly and pulled the cloth away from his face as his nose scrunched up in disgust, probably looking to get a new one. His red, puffy eyes met Thorâs, and both princes froze. At first Thorâs younger brother looked at him in fear of being caught, but it very quickly turned to anger.
Thor had to duck when a vase crashed into the wall next to his head.
âThor! Do you not know how to knock, you idiot- Get. Out!â He reached for a thick book, probably around a couple thousand pages, and Thorâs eyes widened as he quickly exited and closed the door in front of him. He jumped in place at the sound of something heavy banging into the door. Well, it was a good thing Thor did as Loki told him to. Thor knew which battles were safe, and which would probably result in immediate death.
Thor sighed, knocked his head lightly onto Lokiâs door, then turned away, making a beeline for his own chambers. And if Thor had started crying a bit too? Well, who could really say?
Thorâs coronation was to be held the next day, and he was more than ready for it. As for his brother, Loki had been⌠distant, as of late. He had seen Loki laughing with Fandral a lot recently, when they thought no one was watching. Sometimes Thor would catch the two of them exchanging looks from across the mead hall, but Thor chose to not think too much on it. He found pushing away most thoughts regarding Lokiâs interests was better for both of them, especially after that morning where Thor had nearly died from a vase to the face. It rhymes, so it sounds fun, but Thor is pretty sure he doesnât want to take the chance. Thorâs steps faltered, Mjolnir hanging in his hand as his arms sagged at his sides. That morning had been decades, hell, centuries ago, and theyâd still yet to talk about it.
Thor closed his eyes, breathed deep, and opened them again as he decided that the whole âwe are men so we cannot share emotionsâ thing needed to end right there and then. When they had been children, his baby brother had been so quick to cozy up to his side and talk about his feelings⌠so what happened?
Thor walked through the halls of Asgardâs palace. He first checked the library, knowing Loki loved to study in the afternoon. When that plan proved a failure, Thor decided to check the gardens. When Loki wasnât there either, Thor was beginning to panic as he all but ran towards the kitchen. Sometimes Loki baked when he was stressed. And when Loki wasnât there, Thor groaned and smacked himself in the head. Loki had been up in his chambers all day, why wouldnât he still be up there? The God of Thunder could hear Loki sneering in his head. âReally, brother? Are we honestly that forgetful these days?â. Thor shook his head as he set out on the course to Lokiâs chambers.
Loki used to be so kind, loving. Happy. He used to be happy. Not that Loki was depressed or anything, but he definitely laughed a lot less than he used to. Especially with this coronation coming up. They definitely needed to talk, then.
When Thor made it to Lokiâs room, he opened the door just a crack before his eyes widened when he realized heâd forgotten to knock. He braced himself for an attack, but none came. Thor cocked his head to the side when he heard a familiar voice, definitely not his brotherâs. He slowly opened the door, being sure not to let it squeak or anything else that would give him away. He stared ahead of him in a bit of shock. Lokiâs back was to Thor, and so was Fandralâs. There they were, legs dangling off the balcony, their bodies pressed together as the sun was beginning to set.
The heartbreak Thor experienced this time was different, more painful. This used to be something only he and Loki would do. And then Thor left him behind for his friends and his crown and their father. Thor felt guilt surge within him as he eavesdropped on the conversation his brother and his best friend were having, both of them unaware of his presence.
âHeâs not ready, Fandral.â Fandral was silent, and Thor could sense Lokiâs discomfort without even seeing his face. âYou think he is.â It was more of a statement than a question, and Thor frowned.
âI never said that, my dear prince. I do not think he is ready for the throne either. Not yet. But he is my best friend. It feels wrong to speak so poorly of him.â
âThe Allfather⌠he is just handing this kingdom over to Thor when Thor has not matured nearly enough for a position of this height.â Loki sighed, and Thor could see his arm move, and it looked like he rubbed his face. Lokiâs voice cracked when he spoke next. âI love Thor like no other. He is my brother, of course I love him.â
Fandral wrapped an arm around Lokiâs shoulders, his left hand rubbing Lokiâs shoulder comfortingly. âBut?â
âBut he isnât ready. Asgard will fall to ruins because of some petty, avoidable war. You know how ill-tempered he gets. Just like Father⌠not to mention Thor will have to be the deciding head when it comes to stuff like taxes. Do you know how much of a meathead he is when it comes to math? Heâs a smart man, but definitely not when it comes to math-â
âLoki.â Fandral drawled out the name, and the area went quiet.
Thor heard a soft, cracked sob. âHe will get himself killed, Fandral.â The God of Mischief hid his face in Fandralâs shoulder, as Fandral continued to comfort him.
The soon-to-be king had heard enough. He quickly and quietly exited Lokiâs chambers, closing the door softly behind him. At least then he knew how Loki really viewed him.
Of course the next day, Thor hadnât told Loki what heâd heard, likewise, Loki decided not to tell Thor what it was heâd said to Fandral. The two brothers smiled with one another, making jokes and laughing as Loki played a trick on a servant. Thorâs heart warmed, even as his hand touched the unnaturally cool surface of Lokiâs neck. At last, it was finally beginning to feel like they were brothers once again.
What is that saying? Every good thing must come to an end? Well, Thor cursed whomever had come up with that saying, because it seemed theyâd been right.
It had been several years since his coronation had been cut short. Since Loki had tried in a mad rage to take over Midgard. Since the brothers learned they really werenât as close as theyâd always thought. Since Thor had met the Avengers, made new friends. His old friends were gone now. A lot of the citizens of Asgard were. After Hela, Odinâs secret first-born child, the Goddess of Death...after she had left her mark on Asgard, it was hard to wash away. Volstagg, gone. Hogun, gone. Fandral...well, Fandral was gone, too. Thor took that hard, and he wondered how Loki took it. Speaking of Loki.
âWhere is your merry band of friends, Thor? Lady Sif? The Warriors Three? I may want to spar with Fandral, he lasts a lot longer than you, brother.â Loki chuckled, and Thorâs heart ached. He wondered for a moment, if Loki had been making a jest just to upset Thor. They had been on this large spaceship for about a week now, give or take. Thor was shocked Loki hadnât known about the deaths of their friends until now.
âLokiâŚâ Thor said softly, and Loki cocked his head, his signature smirk still there. He raised an eyebrow, awaiting a response with his hands on his hips. Thor was painfully reminded of Lady Sif all those years ago, expecting an answer from him then, too. âFandral is dead. The whole lot of them, too.â The words wiped the smirk off of Lokiâs face in no time.
âW-â Loki tried to speak, but his face contorted into one of sadness. âWhat? Surely you jest. This canât- they are fine, Thor.â
Thor walked up to Loki slowly. âNo, brother. Iâm sorry. I know you cared for them. Cared for Fandral.â At the mention of his name again, Loki hit Thor in the chest. Hard. Thor blew out a puff of air when he was hit, but he didnât stop it.
âNo. No, they- he-â Loki shook his head, hitting Thor again. The brothersâ eyes met, and they exchanged a look that they hadnât shared in a while; understanding.
Loki hit Thorâs chest with his closed fists a few more times as he began to cry, and Thor knew there would be bruises later. But that was okay. Suddenly, Thor was really glad they were in a private room as he pulled Loki close to him, hugging him tightly. The younger of the two struggled in his grasp, fighting to get free as he cried and cried, until he gave up, going limp in Thorâs arms and leaning against his chest.
And then it came. Thanosâ ship. Ruined everything for Thor. His people, Heimdall, their ship, Asgard. Loki. Everything was taken away while Thor was forced to sit and watch. To watch as half of his people were murdered. As Heimdall, his mentor, was murdered. As Loki, his brother, if not by blood than by bond, was strangled until there was no chance of any life being left in him. Blood ran down from the manâs eyes, and it made Thor sick to his stomach. He held onto his brother. The ship was destroyed around him, blowing up as the mad Titan made his escape, and all he could focus on was Loki. His brother. His best friend. Gone. And Thor was pretty sure it was for good this time. Even Thanos had said there would be no more resurrections.
Thor liked to think Thanos had been full of shit. But then again, it was hard to think that as Thor shifted in his spot on the Midgardian grass, his hand caressing the top of the stone slab in front of him. Lokiâs name had been carved into it, and Thor was pleasantly surprised to see that he hadnât been the only one bringing his late brother flowers. Thor chuckled at the thought. It was funny, how everyone suddenly gave a damn once the person was already dead.
At first, when Bruce had mentioned the idea of making a gravestone for Loki, the depressed Thor had denied it. Asgardians had never used graves before, never buried their dead as Midgardians liked to do. And even then, even if they did, there was no body to bury in the first place. Nevertheless, Thor trusted Bruce, so he eventually agreed. How right Bruce had been to suggest such a thing. Having this stone, this marker, it gave Thor something to remember Loki by. Of course, heâd never forget him, but having something to touch that represented him felt good.
The stone slab, surprisingly made by Tony Stark, was pushed upright into the ground, right next to the rocks that their father had passed away on not so long ago. Thor never sat on the rocks though, always felt as if he was intruding if he did. So he sat on the ground, within arms reach of the gravestone, so he could reach out and caress it and hug it and just pray to everything in existence that Loki was somewhere, able to hear him.
Sometimes Thor wondered if his brother could see him. He could practically hear the laughter of the God of Mischief upon seeing Thor so upset about this. But he could hear other things from the man, too. Not only his judging laughter, but his happy laughter. His giggling. His crying. His yelling when things got especially tough, if tough was even a good word to describe it.
âOh how I miss you, brother.â Thor murmured, clearing his throat and wiping a tear before any more could show. âI think youâd be happy here. âNew Asgardâ is what we call it. Not the most original name, I know. But Korg came up with it and the name just⌠it sortaâŚâ He tried too long to think of a word, his mind too focused on the mental image scarred into Thorâs brain. The words heâd said.
âThe sun will shine on us again, brother.â
âStuck?â Brunnhilde offered, and she smiled sadly when Thor looked back at her. She nodded, understanding his struggle. After all, sheâd lost people too. She raised the bottle to her lips. Thor wasnât sure what it was, but he leaned back, making a grabby hand at it wordlessly. Brunnhilde sighed and walked up, sitting next to him across from the slab as she handed her king the bottle.
âHey, Lackey. I hope you can see us getting totally wasted on your grave. Itâs a celebration.â
Thor snorted and shook his head in disbelief. âA celebration?â
âOf course.â She answered softly, and she surprisingly seemed serious. âIf he would have succeeded in taking over Midgard, Thanos probably would have won a lot sooner than he did. Killed a lot more people. Besides.. I wouldnât have met you.â
Thor smiled and set down the bottle as Brunnhilde leaned her head on his left shoulder. Okay. So maybe he hadnât lost everything. His smile grew as he touched the slab again. Maybe Loki hadnât lost everything either. Or maybe he was still alive somehow, waiting for just the right moment to make a grand entrance. He had to be.
Heâd promised to die protecting Loki.
And he didnât.
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âWhy⌠Why are you doing this?â Jiminâs voice is hoarse and soft, faltering. His gleaming eyes are searching for Jeonggukâs, warm and broken gaze raking over the youngerâs features. When he speaks again, itâs barely above a whisper, and Jeongguk leans closer, rough palms cupping Jiminâs face with surprising gentleness.
âYou knoââ he starts gingerly, lips moving just inches from Jiminâs plump ones, bitten raw and red with nervousness. The elder shivers at the proximity and takes a tiny step backwards while opening his mouth to hurriedly interrupt him.
âJeonggukie, listen⌠Justâ âJimin closes his eyes, thick lashes fluttering against the smooth skin of his rosy cheeks, casting long shadows in the silver moonlight. He slightly ducks his head, takes a deep inhale then sighs, air coming out ragged and hot against Jeonggukâs bare collarbones. Jeonggukâs right thumb draws circles onto his jawline, he blinks once, twice, slightly dizzy because of the velvety touch of Jiminâs skin, breath held back while waiting for the other to continue.
âJust stop. Please,â Jiminâs voice is wavering, his eyes are still closed. Jeongguk furrows his brows, shades are dancing in the dark of his orbs, fingers curling over the omegaâs jaw. Jimin swallows thickly, then again and again, not daring to break the silence, and Jeongguk follows the motion of his adamâs apple with interest and hunger clearly written all across his face; up and down, up and down. Jimin is quivering under his touch, and Jeongguk knows that if his eyes were open wide, he would find tears glistening in them.
Jimin puts his small, delicate hands onto Jeonggukâs broad, firm chest, but doesnât make any attempt to push him away. His short nails scratch the fabric of Jeonggukâs shirt as his fingers tremble. âThereâs no point anymore, and you donât have to go this far just because of a stupid promise we made when we wereââ
âIâm not doing it because of our promise,â Jeongguk says quietly but so heated, his lowered voice comes out as a growl. âYou know damn well why Iâm doing it, and itâs nothing else but this,â he whispers into Jiminâs mouth, lips brushing briefly, making them both weak in the knees, stomach squeezing. His hands are gripping Jiminâs face and clasping his nape with enough strength that the elder canât pull away. Then his flaring gaze meets Jiminâs for a moment before he leans in and closes the short distance between them. He presses his mouth against his with ardor like he wants to devour him; a ravenous, wild wolf all sharp teeth and demanding tongue and bruising crush of plush lips. He kisses Jimin with fervor, with punishing ferocity, near frantic â desperate and fiery with mad want and need. There are boiling knots in his chest and white-hot explosions in his brain as his bulky frame cages the omegaâs thinner body while his greedy, curious hands are roaming freely all over the exposed skin he can reach.
âS-stop, noââ Jimin stutters, squirming, spine arching like a bow. He lifts one leg to step back but his shaky fingers tangle into Jeonggukâs silky black hair. His cheeks are dusted pink with desire and embarrassment, heâs leaning into the alphaâs touch, the shame burning in the pit of his stomach not strong enough to make him pull away. âI canât, Jeongguk, I can'tââ he gasps, sounds like sobbing, big fat tears rolling down to his chin, and as soon as noticing the wetness of his face, Jeongguk slowly but immediately pulls away. The glinting drops are hanging from Jminâs eyelashes as he sniffles and looks up timidly, hands resting on the youngerâs solid chest again. Two black pools of sheer lust and endless, fond adoration are staring back at him, the intensity of the darkened gaze is too much to hold and Jimin closes his eyes to hide once again.
âI can'tâ We canât do this,â Jimin mumbles, nibbling on his swollen bottom lip, cheeks colored with abashment. He buries his face into the crook of Jeonggukâs neck, skin milky and radiating heat and smelling like autumn leaves and musk and almonds â all painfully familiar and yet alien. Jeonggukâs bony hand is huge, steady and warm on his back, heâs nosing along Jiminâs temple and the slender length of his neck, and the thought that he will reek of Jeonggukâs scent for at least a day now is like a heavy stone of dread dropping into Jiminâs stomach.
âWe canât do this,â he says again, louder this time, trying to distance their bodies but Jeongguk wraps his arms around him just tighter. âIâ I belong to Namjoon now,â he utters softly, gaze averted, shoulders slumped in defeat. At hearing Namjoonâs name, thereâs a warning little sound, close to a growl, coming from the back of Jeonggukâs throat.
âNo,â he huffs, pressing his lips onto Jiminâs neck, right where the mark â Namjoonâs mark â is. The bruise is a sharp contrast against supple, otherwise unblemished golden skin and Jeongguk wants nothing more than to rip it off wholly with his claws, cleansing Jimin from that other alphaâs filthy touch. âNo,â he repeats, voice shaking with suppressed, scalding emotions, âdonât lie. Youâve never belonged to anyone else but me.â
Jimin hiccups, his salty tears soak the fabric of Jeonggukâs shirt, his narrow shoulders are trembling and the mark on his neck stings â a constant reminder of his situation. Still, he remains silent and doesnât deny the statement.
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When Namjoonâs shrill gaze finds his, Jimin has to look away. He knows that his alpha can smell Jeongguk everywhere on him, and he canât bear the sight of pure disappointment and betrayal shining in Namjoonâs dark, wise eyes.
âWelcome home, Jimin, â the alpha greets him then clears his throat, because his voice sounded too sad and hurt even to his own ears, and the name sounded like a curse word.
Jimin flinches and curls into himself as if he was punched in the guts, and mutters something back meekly, probably a greeting, but it sounds like inarticulate whimpering. The wolf inside him desperately wants to please the alpha, urging Jimin to show submission and repentance, to get on all-fours and bow and beg for forgiveness. Jimin stumbles forward with knees buckling, stomach tossing and turning, cold skin missing Jeonggukâs warmth but his wolf knows better, his wolf knows that right now he has to miss Namjoonâs dimpled smile and tender gaze more, miss the low rumble of Namjoonâs mellow voice enough to feel even more guilty. To feel guilty enough to discard his own foolish, human pride.
This is a snippet from my first ever A/B/O AU where wolves (shapeshifters) mate for life and the mating bond can be destroyed only when one party of the couple dies. Childhood best friends, Jimin and Jeongguk are deeply in love, and promise each other to be mates when they reach the right age. However, one day Jeongguk goes missing, and after years and years of useless waiting, Jimin ends up mating with another alpha, Namjoon. Everything is quite nice, Namjoon is sweet and caring, and Jimin starts to adapt to his life, but then one fateful day a huge, black wolf appears in the forest; an alpha, searching for his long lost, beloved omega, for his one and only â for Jimin. Turns out, Jeongguk is not dead; no, he is very much alive and so are his strong feelings for Jimin. He returns to the pack, only to find out that his significant other is already taken â and everybody knows that wolves mate for life.
#jikook#jikook fic#kookmin#kookmin fic#kookminjoon#my writing#abo au#wip#i want to write this story so bad iâm plotting it for months already#uni wants me dead ;___;#iâm putting this little snippet here on my blog to not forget about it hahaha#hopefully i can start writing it soon ^^
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for the I found you prompts! With the stuffed animal I won for you at the (Kissing Day) festival. characters of your choice. :D
I donât know what happened, but I blame @ladynorbert. Still, this was a lot of fun to write and I hope you like it! :D
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Pairing: Varric Tethras/Bethany Hawke
VarricTethras had not considered himself to be a sentimental man so thefact that he was spending yet another Kissing Day Festival withBethany Hawke should have tipped him off that his growing attachmentto the younger Hawke sibling had long since moved past the initialinfatuation stage. Still, he had a hard time being upset when he gotto watch a beautiful women enjoy herself while she drank freshly madeapple cider, ate a ton of cotton candy and cooed at all the cute babyanimals that were available for purchase at multiple stalls.
âYouknow those animals get purchased only to be returned, en mass, tolocal shelters that may or may not be able to reallocate them?â hepointed out after tearing her away from another box full ofmulticolored kittens.
Sheshot him a downright nasty glare and scoffed.
âIfyouâre going to be such a Debbie downer, Varric, you can always gohome and be a grumpy curmudgeon all by yourself,â she said.
âAndleave you to be scalped by all the merchants or robbed by theurchins? Not on my life, Sunshine,â he grumbled. âHawke wouldhave my skin.â
Bethanyrolled her eyes.
âIam perfectly capable of defending myself, you know?â she said andlowered her voice. âIâm a mage, after all. You donât need tobabysit me just to appease my overbearing brother.â
Varricbriefly thought how Garrettâs appeasement was the last reason why heoffered to escort Bethany around the festival, but he kept thosewords hidden tightly behind his teeth.
âLetâskeep that pretty face of yours out of the Gallows, shall we?â hesaid with a smirk. âIsabela would be devastated if you got yourselfapprehended by the Templars.â
Asoft blush colored her pale cheeks at the compliment. The laugh thatfollowed rang like a silver bell for the midday Chant and the soundsoothed the dark corners of Varricâs soul.
âYes,she would be so disappointed if she couldnât inflict her raunchyjokes on my poor, innocent ears.â
Hesquinted at her. âI highly doubt youâre as innocent as you say youare, Sunshine.â
Theglance and the shrug she shot him were positively flirty and he felthimself smile back.
âWemay never know,â she replied in a sing-song voice and promptlystepped ahead of him. âLetâs get home, shall we? I want to freshenup before the theater production tonight.â
Eventhough Bethany picked up her pace, she remained mindful of hisshorter stride, which Varric felt immensely grateful for; the lastthing he need was to ungracefully pant and huff in front of abeautiful woman. They arrived at the mansion fairly quickly,completely unmolested by any unsavory element. If Bethany noticed it,she did not mention it at all.
Onceat the Amell Mansion, Varric made himself comfortable in the sittingroom while the one who secretly held his heart retreated to her upstairs room.He watched her go and he quietly admired her beautiful form, the gentlesway of her hips, or the fall of her long, black hair. With that image burned into his mind,his thoughts drifted off and he promptly lost track of time.
Perhapshe would have waited an eternity for Bethany Hawke to get ready forthe evening, his mind crafting a string of unlikely scenarios of hisdoomed romance, but the sudden sound of giggles coming from her roomimmediately piqued his interest. She had gone in alone.
Sneakingup the stairs and towards her room, Varric used all of his skills asa thief to make sure he moved silently; the last thing he needed wasto be found in Bethanyâs room without a ready explanation. Once at thedoor, he leaned in, hoping to hear the sounds from inside. To hissurprise, he heard Isabelaâs voice.
âJusta couple more hair pins and youâre ready to go, sweetness.â
Forthe life of him, Varric could not understand why that pirate womanwas in Bethanyâs room, doing her hair, out of all things.
âDoyou think heâll like it?â he heard her ask in a timid, unsurevoice.
He?Varric quickly wrecked his brain, trying to figure out which mancould have caught Bethanyâs eye and drew a blank. She used to have acrush on Anders at one point, but he had been certain she had movedon from that. Something about being possessed by a spirit ofVengeance had really turned her off.
âHoney,when he sees you all dolled up like this, he will have no choice butto ravish you on the spot,â Isabela replied in a drawl.
Asoft giggle tinkled from beyond the door.
âIthink I will settle for him seeing me as a woman and not as Hawkeâskid sister.â
Somethingnagged at Varric from the corners of his mind, but as much as hetried, the puzzle would not fall into place. The missing piecesstayed just outside of his reach and he sighed in frustration; heneeded to be more daring to achieve his goal.
Asquietly as he could manage, he leaned in towards the tiny spacebetween the door and the frame, and peeked inside. He could see therough picture of both women, one sitting and one standing, but the thingthat really caught his eyes was the enormous stuffed animal that satin Bethanyâs lap. It was the ugliest cat on the planet, all brown andgray and patched up, but Bethany cradled it to her body like it wasthe most precious piece of jewelry she owned. It took all of Varricâsexperience and training to keep a surprised gasp from escaping hislips. He tiptoed back down the stairs, found the chair he had beenpreviously occupying, and fell into it with a heavy thump.
Ithad been exactly two years prior that he had offered to win that stupidstuffed animal from a merchant that had clearly stacked the oddsagainst any potential contestants. Varric being Varric, he saw theway Bethany coveted that ugly thing, so he made short work of theweighted arrows and the poorly constructed bow. The thankful grinshe gave him that day may have been the beginning of theseill-advised feelings. Which he now had a strong suspicion werereciprocated.
Anyfurther thoughts he might have had were promptly wiped from his mindthe moment he heard a soft tap of shoes against the stone floor. Hestood up and watched in wordless awe as Bethany fucking Hawkedescended down the staircase looking like a vision sent from Andrasteherself. The dress she chose to wear was of deep burgundy color thatsubtly accented the curve of her breast and fell perfectly around herhips in cascades of crushed velvet. A gold ribbon lined the edgesof her sleeves and collar, twinkling in tandem with the woven belt that cinchedher waist, rounding out the sparkle with a lovely necklace thatforced his eyes towards the visible swell of her chest.
Bythe time Varricâs eyes finally fell upon her face, a beautiful blushhad already colored her porcelain cheeks. Her lips had beenhighlighted with a lovely shade of red and her sparkling eyes weregently lined with kohl, making sure that by the time she stepped onthe ground floor, he stood perfectly still, captivated by her gaze.
âHi,âshe said quietly and broke him out of his stupor.
Feelingdrunk and reckless, he reached for her hand with slightly shakingfingers and pressed her knuckles to his lips. He may have heard herbreath stutter at the contact, but it did not matter anymore.
âYoulook beautiful tonight, Bethany,â he said in a voice thatdefinitely sounded gruffer than usual. âShall we head out?â
Hereyes widened at the use of her given name, the chocolate brownsparkling with emotions Varric was not yet willing to decipher.
âOfcourse,â Bethany said and smiled as she moved past him.
Heonce more watched the sway of her hips, slightly exaggerated by theshoes she wore, admired the beautiful slope of her shoulders onlypartially covered by the cascade of raven hair, and the shy littlesmile she sent him when she turned to make sure he was following.
Andhe knew, then: Hawke would definitelyhave his skin.
#Kissing Day 2017#Seal's Kissing Day Celebration#Varric/Bethany#Varric Tethras#Bethany Hawke#rarepair#fluff#pining#what is my life?#where did this come from?#I am doomed#thesecondsealwrites
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The Drug In Me Is You (Bughead) Pt. 1
Summary: Betty Cooper went to the Two Crows Nightclub after she caught her longtime boyfriend, Archie Andrews, cheating on her. She expected to get so wasted she would puke up her guts, but what she didnât expect, was to be sexually harassed by an unnamed man, and saved by a beanie-clad troublemaker.
Betty Cooper downed all of her shots even faster yet, eyes closed and head thrown back. She sighed as she set her last one down. Her meadow green eyes scanned the bar, searching for the bartender. She found him sliding a dark drink to a man with a band T-shirt. She waved her hand in the air sloppily. âGonna need some more over here,â She said in a not-so-clear-but-also-not-slurred voice. She wasnât drunk enough yet. She could still think about what happened, and she wanted to do anything else but that.
The bartender grimaced. âWeâre going to have to cut you off, Miss. Youâve had too many,â He explained apologetically. She scoffed, but looked away. She drummed her fingers on the wood of the bar, mind wandering back to what she had witnessed only hours ago.
She opened the door to her apartment, bags of food in hand and grin on her face. âArch?â She called into the darkness of her living room. Her hands slid against the wall, searching for the light switch. âArchie?â She called again as light filled the room. No response.
She dropped the bags for a moment to untie her hair. It fell in waves to her shoulders and she messed with it for a moment, trying to relieve her scalp of the headache caused by the tight hairstyle. She was glad to be back home. It had been a hard day at work. There were so many stories at once. Missing kid, murder of an elderly man, rape of a teenage girl. It made her feel sick. What kind of world did they live in?
She slid off her grey jacket and tossed it onto the couch. She unbuttoned the first couple of buttons to her white blouse, as it had previously been up to her neck, and kicked off her black heels. She picked up the bags from their favorite Chinese restaurant, excited to show him that she had surprised him with food and hoping he hadnât eaten yet. She had decided he must have been sleeping as she came closer to their bedroom. Otherwise he would have responded to her constant calls.
âArchie?â She whispered as she slowly opened the door, trying not to wake up her boyfriend too aggressively. Thatâs caring Betty Cooper for you. She always put him before her. Whatever Archie wanted, Archie got. Perhaps all the work she put into having a perfect relationship was all for nothing. Everyone knew how undeserving of Bettyâs loving treatment Archie was. The sweet girl stayed oblivious to the whispering, but there was always an nagging little voice in the back of her head that had similar words to her friends. âArchie doesnât love you as much as you love him, Betty. This relationship is toxic, Betty. Leave him, Betty.â But she ignored it.
Until now. The food crashed to the ground, spilling rice and chicken onto the soft grey carpet. For there, in the bed she shared with Archie, was the red headed boy with Veronica Lodge on top of him. They both turned around as soon as she opened the door. Veronica and Betty gasped while Archie stayed in stunned silence. The blonde girl grabbed onto the doorframe to steady herself.
âArchie? Veronica?â The blond girl asked. She knew it was them, of course, but she was hoping she was wrong. Maybe this was a dream. She didnâât just walk in on her bestfriend and boyfriend having sex, right? Betty, oh my god, wait.â Veronica panicked, pulling the sheets over her exposed body and tumbling off of Archie.
âBetty, let me explain,â Archie begged, following Veronicaâs lead. Betty felt the blood rushing from her neck to her cheeks. âI donât think this requires explaining, Archie Andrews. Whatâs happening her looks pretty obvious to me,â She fumed. âWellâŚâ He trailed off, racking his brain for an excuse. He sighed. âYeah, I got nothing.â Betty felt something snap.
âIâm going to castrate you Archibald!â Betty screamed. âGet out!â She screeched at the trembling Lodge. âBetty-â She tried and failed to negotiate with the hurt girl. âGet out!â She shouted again, throwing Veronicaâs dress at her.
She obeyed, pulling her clothes on as quick as lightening, scared the enraged Betty was going to murder her like she almost murdered Chuck, but this time, there would be no one to stop her. Betty glared at her as she walked through the doorway. She rushed out of the apartment without another word, knowing trying to apologize would just make things worse.
She marched towards her wardrobe, pulling out the most club-ish clothes she could find. âBetty, where are you going?â Her oblivious boyfriend dared to speak. Her head snapped in his direction. âOut! Donât wait up,â She screeched, and with that, she was out the door.
She had changed in the Uber to the Two Crows Nightclub with intentions of getting so drunk she couldnât think straight. She didnât want to think anymore. She just wanted to drown in alcohol, so thatâs what she was going to do.
She was pulled out of her reverie was a raspy voice. âHey there, hot stuff.â it said. She rolled her eyes, looking towards the source of the noise. âNot interested,â She said, turning her attention away from him. âPlaying hard to get? Sexy. I like feisty ones,â He purred. Betty leaned away from him. âGet lost, buddy,â She growled.
He took her trying to get away as an opportunity to lean closer to her. Now she could smell his breath. He reeked of stale tobacco and whiskey. She gagged. He was probably around her age, 22. Perhaps a bit older. His skin showed signs of aging though. His skin stretched over his cheek bones, making him resemble a skeleton. His teeth were yellow and crooked and he had tattoos from his wrists to the top of his neck. He was the epitome of a creep.
âLetâs get outta here. Wanna go back to my place or yours? Or we could book a motel. That way we could be as sloppy as we want and not have to worry about the mess,â He whispered in her ear, already starting to pull her up by her waist. She writhed in his grasp. âNo,â She said, trying to wriggle away, but he was too strong.
âItâs fine,â He assured her, âPeople have sex all the time. Itâs nothinâ.â Her heart beat quickened and her pulse started racing. âI donât want to have sex with you, pig. Let go of me right now,â She said, her voice shaking with fear. He acted as if she hadnât even spoke.
She was drunk enough to comprehend what was happening, but she wasnât sober enough to think of a good solution, let alone trying to free herself from his inked arms. She hoped for a miracle, otherwise this night was going to be a catastrophe. She closed her eyes, hoping that when she opened them, this would all have been a dream. Nightmare, rather. She hoped that Archie hadnât cheated on her. She hoped that her best friend hadnât just betrayed her. She hoped that she wasnât being sexually harassed.
She regretted wearing the little black dress Kevin had insisted she buy. The one with the lace on the top, the neck so low that it showed half of her stomach, and the skirt only going mid-thigh. He wouldnât have noticed her if she had been wearing one of her usual pink sweaters and jeans. She would have faded away standing next to the other girls at the bar.
She opened her eyes finally and was surprised to find she was sitting on the same barstool the man had tried to drag her off of. The man was still there, but now he was look at something in the distance. She didnât know when his pulling had come to a halt, but he hadnât let go of her waist yet. She was still grateful, though.
She didnât know why he had stopped until she turned around, following the creepâs line of vision. There was a boy about her age, running towards them with a bottle of vodka in his hand. âHey, Lyla! Iâm so sorry I took so long. Took me forever to find this.â He grinned, waving the bottle in the air. Betty was confused and captivated. Confused because her name wasnât Lyla, but captivated because of his beauty.
He was stunning. Breathtaking, even. He had soft-looking raven hair and icy blue eyes. His jawline alone looked like it could cut an apple and it seemed as if if you touched his Adamâs apple, you would need stitches. He wore a black leather jacket and a toothpick hung lazily between his lips.
All of a sudden, he looked aggravated. âYouâre not going to leave me here for him, are you? I thought we were going to have a night out together,â He pouted. Then it clicked. She smiled a small smile. At least not everyone was awful. Maybe this night would get better.
âOf course not, Eric,â She said. The attractive boy looked at the sinister man. âYou can leave now,â He barked. The man looked to Betty, then to âEric.â âNow,â The latter repeated. The coward of a man scampered off, tail between his legs like a scared puppy. Betty sighed with relief.
âThank you so much,â She said sincerely. âIt was no problem. It saw him grabbing at you and did what any decent human would do.â He frowned. âAre you okay?â He stepped closer to her. She didnât flinch like she did when the other stranger got closer to her. âIâm okay. Just a bit weirded out. Whatâs your name?â Betty inquired. âJughead Jones,â He said with an outstretched hand. Betty took it and shook it with a genuine smile curving on her lips. âWell, Jughead Jones, itâs nice to meet you. Iâm Betty Cooper.â
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Can you summarize the Class of Classics, please?
Story One:Â
Students are in the Castleteria, talking about how excited they are about their parents coming for the reunion, these students are:Raven, Apple, Maddie, Darling, Cerise, Dexter, Daring and Melody. Some are really excited, but others like Dexter and Darling are nervous.
That night Raven and Apple talk about their thoughts and opinions regarding what their mothers were like in highschool and they get the the idea of visting the yearbook orchid.
Using a spell to get into the orchid, Raven and Apple starts searching for their motherâs books. But as every book they find the corresponding student disappears (Ravenâs spell states âAll I desire is for this gate (Book) to open and let us in!â), Everyone that disappears is of course part of the list I gave, all save DaringâŚThey theorize that it may be because that Daring already understands his father, but may be more along the line that since each book is connected to their parent/child bonds, as Daring is The Beast, he isnât a generic charming like his father (my theory of course)
Raven and Apple grabs the pied piper book again and they disappear into the book.
Story Two: Pied Piper
Raven and Apple soon find themselves in a void of nothingness, only to find Kitty and Melody there as well. The void begins to fill out and they see a young man, Pied Piper. Raven tries to interact but realizes they canât (Apple: I guess this is a Show-Donât-Tell sort of scenario.)
Pied Piper is looking through the intruments figuring what he wants to play when an old man with a horn appears (His style is very much older pied piper, I believe this is his father, Melodyâs grandfather)
Pied chooses a flute and rats come out and surrond him (Apple: Well, I think theyâre adorable.) The rats wonât leave him alone and so he asks Charming and Goldilocks to help as he wants to ask out Rose Red. Goldilocks suggests asking Cheshire Cat.
Cheshire Cat agrees but only if Pied agrees for one favor. Pied says âOkay. Thatâs fine with me. I always repay my debtsâ and with that Chshire went âBoo!â and all the rats ran away (Raven: Thatâs all it took?/Kitty: What? It worked didnât it?)
Meldoy has a bad feeling about thisâŚ
The Next Day:
Cheshire Cat appears and gives Pied a near heart attack. Cheshire has appeared for that âfavorâ from yester day.
âI want to name your first child!â
âGo, Mom!â
Pied was surprised, thinking it was going to be something about doing homework for her (âNope. Thatâs what I want.â) Pied agrees to it, saying it wonât be for a long time, but sure. Cheshire says she is going to choose the weirdest, bestest, most wonderlandian name of all time.
âMaybe (mom)âll pick Brillig!â
âI want your child to be named Frumious! or Gree! or Manxome!â
Melody is afraid, she is thinking that Melody isnât her real name. Pied is nervous and Cheshire asks if one in particular speaks to him.
Before Pied can answer, Cheshire laughs and just says she is just pulling his whiskers! (Melody lets out a sigh of relief). Cheshire mentions that if she would name Piedâs kid, she would pick something like Melody. She always loved names that ends in âY.â
âMelody! I like that! I like that a lot!â
Raven, Apple, Melody, and Kitty all smile saying that Melody has Cheshire to thank for her name.
âI do love my name.â
âAnd your dad does, too!â
âI guess we are in sync after all!â
and with that, Melody and Kitty disappears and things get mad.
Story Three: Mad Hatter!
Now we are here with Maddie, Apple, and Raven and another story unfolds.
Itâs a boring day in the castle-teria and no one is really feeling it. Mad Hatter has the best idea and turnes everything mad and woder-riffic. Milton storms in and asks for Mad to come to his office.
Milton gets onto Mad for being âdisruptiveâ and Mad Hatter says no one is happy unless there is a big of chaos. Milton appreciates it and asks if he could tone it down a bit, Mad says he will be true to his nature but heâll put a mouse hat onthe bandersnatchâs wigâŚer⌠iâll try my best. Even mentions his one day of school in wonderland.
Mad asks why not consider a more wonderlandian way of doing things. Milton says he will take it under advisment, but just asks at least a dayâs notice if he plans on throwning another tea party.
âI think I can manage.â and then proceeds to let Milton know about another tea party he plans for the next week. A bit of organized chaos if you will..
Maddie and Apple both fade and Raven is alone.
Story Four: Red Riding Hood
Cerise appears with Raven and it is there time together. Apple appears back in the orchiad, but canât move (âOh for crying out wolf!â)
The Story begins and Cerise and Raven sees Little Red Riding Hood eating lucnh (âWow, my grandparents are right - I really do look like mom!â)
Big Badwolf appears and starts showing off, standing ontop of a chair on itâs hind legs and beats his chest - and almost instantly the legs break and falls. Students laughs and Big takes a bow.
âThank you, thank you! Iâll be here all week!â he looks at Red with a grin, she rolls her eyes in irritation and returns to sandwhich (Sad Badwolf face #1)
Later back in class, an assignment starts and students have to partner up. These are the groups. Groups have to create their own âTall Tales!â
Cheshire + PiedCharming + GoldieBadwolf + Red R. HoodCinderella + Sleeping BeautyBeast + Blue Fairy
Sadly, none of the characters in the room seem to stick out on which one would be the last four, if anyone was wanting to know.
Big is excited, but Red is nervous (Sad Badwolf face #2)
At the library Red and Big meets up and Big makes a joke about all the books that Red carried to their table. Red gets onto him and tells him to be serious as this project is 50% of their grade. Big says he wants a good grade as well and if she is so worried, than she needs to remember that a âfairy-failâ on this assignment will ruin his reputation as a performer. Red sighsÂ
âSoâŚdo you have any ideas?â
âIâm so glad you asked. One idea I have is to do a play about a giant who grows to be taller than all the other giants he knows. Or maybe it could be about a princess who comes up with all these hexcellent ideas aof how she can spend her time locked away in a tower. Or I have this other ideaâŚâ
âBoth of those sound interesting! What abou-â
âOh, there are more ideas where those came from! I have another oidea about a troll-â
But Bad Wolf stops her and tells her one i idea at a time, Red blushes slightly and apologieses for getting carried away. Badwolf says that it was cool she had alot of ideas and that he wished he had that problem. He mentions that he knows that most donât take him seriously and he thinks itâs neat that Red got so excited about thronework.
Red frowns and tries to comfort him, saying that the trick with the chair was pretty neat.
âYou mean until chair broke and I fell head over tail?â
and they both laugh.
Badwolf says his ending there wasnât the best, but Red said it was great he bounced backâŚAnd sometimes you have to be spontaneous (Forshadowing for night of the red rocket? *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Raven: AwwwwwâŚCerise, your parents are so cute.
Red asks Badwolf about his ideas for their assignment. Bad wolf says he is bad with words and only get this across through actions, Red says that perhaps that was something she could help with
They both smile.
So they practice together and pass their assignment. both look at one another and looks away, both blushing.
Cerise thanks Raven for letting her see this before she fades away and Apple Returns in her place, missing Badwolf.
and soon Dexter and Darling appears.
Story Five: King Charming
All four appear on a bookball field and trying to figure out where Prince charming is, but no matter how hard they look they canât find him
âCharming Go Long!â the coach throws the book ball and the young man chases it, but trips literally over nothing and hits the ground missing the book.
âI canât believe thatâs dad.â
âWell, did he tell you that he was a hexcellent bookball player?â
âNow that you mention it, He didnât⌠I guess I assumed he mustâve been at it because of the way he talks about it with Daring.â
Turns out that Charming isnât good with chemistry either as he blows up the science room. We also find out Charming was crushing on Goldilocks bad.
Defeated, he heads off to have lunch with micheal jackson Pinocchio
âIt could be worse, Charming. At least you didnât throw up.â
Pinoccho tells Charming to not torture himself over it and just ask her out.
âWhat if I ask her out and she says no?â Dexter glances over at Raven. Pinocchio continues pushing until Milton gives an announcement. There is a pig in the back groundâŚso Three pigâs father and or one of their uncles.
Apparently Goldilocks says that Little Bo Peep and Sleeping Beauty arenât going to be able to turn in their articles for the school paper and if anyoneâs got the inclination to help her with the layout and the editingâŚ
And just like the man Charming is, Pinocchio calls out that Charming himself would do it. Goldilocks agrees.
âYou can thank me later,â Pinocchio winks at Charming.
Shenanigans happen at the newspaper room and Charming asks Goldilocks to the Spellebration Formal and they have awonderful time. Goldilocks kisses him on the cheeks and Charming blushes. (âAwwwwwwwwwww!!)
Darling and Dexter both feels like they understand their father just a little bit better now, and that even though he makes everything look so easy but he wasnât always like that.
Dexter and Darling fade and Raven and Apple were able to find the Evil Queen year book
Story Six: Snow White and Evil Queen
The teacher asks a question and Snow White gets it correct.
âExactly right, Snow! Well done.â Itâs nice to see that someone is paying attention.â She says eyeing Evil Queen and her platinum blond hair. Here, fans only the theory of âApple and Raven switched at birthâ as here we now know that indeed Evil had platinum Blond hair.
Next thing we see is that Evil Queen causes everything around the room to fly around,
Milton Grimm gets onto Evil queen for disrupting class (seriously, you could get away with murder in this world I bet). Milton Grimm asks her why she doesnât apply herself more, her grades are maginal at best.
âI already know everything I need to know. This place is just where I need to bide my time until I can cut loose and start evilling it up properly after I graduate!â
Apple: I see where you got your boldness from!
and Evil Storms out of Grimmâs office.
Later Evil finds Snow White staring at a dragonsport poster.Â
âSnow white? Playing dragon sport? Thatâs a laugh! She is too afraid to try out!â Then she had an evil plan.
At the library in the section for âFuture Villains onlyâ Evil finds herself a book for her evil prank, and laughs evillyâŚand then nearly chokes on her gum.
Then we cut to activity sign up (here we see a female white rabbit. Perhaps the March Hare?) Snow White is looking at all the activity booths but Evil comes up and uses her spell. Snow is possessed and signs her name on the Dragonsport sign-up sheet. Everyone gasps.
Later goldilocks talks to evil going on about how the school is buzzing about Snow trying out dragonsport! and what I love is that she just up and tells Goldilocks about her entire plan and how the spell will wear off just right before her performance.
Snow goes to the dragon games, what is neat is that the lady incharge of the try out has the same hair style as Dragongames Raven. Anow is first and heads for her dragon and Evil canât wait to see snow just ruin her life. and just as snow gets on her dragon, the spell breaks and she is overcome with fear, but of course she tries to fight it  and gets on. and the dragon takes off.
It was a success. as she lands the audience cheers. And Evil Grumbles to herself as Goldie tries to comfort her.
The story comes to a close as Apple and Raven returns to the orchid. Raven offers that she teleports them back to their room. Apple smiles as she closes the year book.
âIf itâs all the same to you, Iâve had enough magic for one night. Letâs walkâ
and the two of them walk back to the school together arm-in-arm.
Chapter Seven: Reunion
Class of Classics reunion night has arrived and students are with their parents.
Cerise asks red that they just blow the activities off and just spend time together
Melody tells Pied she wants to record some of his music and mix it with some of her beats.
Dexter wants to talk to his father about a girl he likesâŚDarling wants to run some stuff by him.
Apple wants Snow to tell her a bit of dragon sports (This story is probably placed right there between Evil Queen being re-sealed in the mirror and the ending of Dragon Games when the arena is reopened)
Maddie wants Mad to give her some party tips.
Raven tells Evil Queen that she knows that she is the reason Snow joined dragon sport!
âThat reminds me, I must impress upon you the importance of really thinking through your spells.Thereâs nothing worse than an evil spell that doesnât work out the way you intended.â
âOkay, mom. But Iâm not going to let you forget you did something good once, even if you wonât admit it. Maybe there is a little bit of you in me, ever after all.â
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