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sombreboy · 4 years ago

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the alpha⇢hybrid!pjm

⤍18+ ⤍pairing: wolf!hybrid Jimin x human!female reader ⤍genre: pwp smut, hybrid, stranger fuck ⤍word count: 8.5k ⤍warnings: sub!y/n, dom!pjm, profanity, drinking, blowjob, jimin’s 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 @ppersonna as an rp. ♡

So why were you dressed up like a bitch in heat, entering the exact club you tried so hard to avoid? Because, deep down, it’s 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 own—their 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 alterations– they were seen as the greater species. But yet humans managed to keep up, somewhat. It wasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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. Jimin’s 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 you’d have to settle for the snake.

Jimin’s pack consisted of three other wolf hybrids… Hoseok, the beta. Which practically means he’s 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 don’t 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.

You weren’t sure what came over you—what 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, it’s all you wanted. You stayed away from it like a drug. You knew the moment you gave in, you’d 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 own—their 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 didn’t know who or what you were looking for—rather, 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 you—the 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 can’t 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, until— 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 you’ve 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 didn’t notice your blatant ogling. Fuck.

Jimin’s 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 it’s 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, calming– arousing. His natural pheromones didn’t leave anybody unaffected, even turning heads on his way, eyes wide with both surprise and envy that the alpha had approached… well, you. “How refreshing with a new face.” Jimin’s 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 wasn’t the kind to bite and then ask questions. You’d 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. “I-,” you struggled to answer. If he wasn’t aware of how nervous you were before, he would be now—surely. “I don’t really come to these types of places.”

Try as you might, you couldn’t stop staring at the man’s gorgeous pout and terrifyingly attractive teeth. Your heart beat pounded hard in your head, overpowering the loud beat of music.

“D-do you come here often?” You asked, hoping to be polite despite the pooling arousal and growing fear.

Jimin’s 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. “Cute…” 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. “Yeah, I come here, every. single. night…” 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. “Why are you here, little lamb?” 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. “Looking like that?” 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 couldn’t, 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 him—he 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.

“I’m—…not quite sure,” you spoke truthfully as you took another sip of your rapidly melting drink. “I’ve never been here before. I think I wanted something… scary.” 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. “My friend told me I should wear something sexy.” Your cheeks were so hot, so embarrassed by how easily you wanted to give into the terrifyingly attractive alpha. “I’m wondering if maybe this was a bad idea…”

Although the music around them was blaring, it felt like a long moment of silence dragged on between the two when Jimin didn’t answer for a hot second. He kept his stare fixed on your face, the small expressions of embarrassment, curiosity, and purity drew him in. He’s 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.

“Scary?” 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 it’d avert some of the attention around him– he’s already begun to claim you for himself. His hot breath fanned your ear as he spoke.

“I can smell your lust for fear, little lamb… Do I scare you?” Jimin’s 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 man’s 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 yours—a 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.

“Y-yes,” you murmured. “You scare me more than anyone h-here.” 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.

Jimin’s 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. “Did I say you could touch me?” His voice wasn’t hostile, yet it oozed with the asserting of his dominance. “You’re a daring girl.” He smiles at you, the contrast between his hungry gaze and his softly curved lips was confusing to say the least– but there was no doubt that he was not the kind to simply allow anything without permission.

The alpha’s sudden movement and grip on your hand made you squeal with fright—eyes 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. “I’m sorry,” 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. “I didn’t mean—..” 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 reassurance– although he seemed way too amused with the way you were practically shaking underneath his touch.

“Breathe. We’re all here to have a good time.” 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. “Drink.” He didn’t ask, but he commanded you to accept his offer.

You were powerless to deny any demand the man made. Even if he had asked, you’d 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 his—hoping you could portray some of the arousal you felt over your innocent fright. You took a sip—a large one in hopes of lowering your frightened inhibitions to open up more to the beautiful man. “Mmm—,” you hummed as your eyes fluttered to close. “This is delicious.” It was sweet on your tongue, but not cloyingly. It warmed you and made your body loose.

“It’s my favorite.” 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 he’s 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.

“I love this song.” 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 didn’t 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. “Feel that? The beat?” 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. “Y-yeah,” you murmured as your hips began to move without thought. They easily swayed with the man’s guidance and you shivered as his nose pressed into your neck. It was like he couldn’t get enough of your scent, your being. The man’s hyper fixation on you had your core drenched—and 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. “Mmm, I feel the beat right here.”

“Fuck, you smell good…” 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. “You’re dripping, aren’t you?” 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 don’t. 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 alpha’s 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. “Y-yes,” you whined. “I n-need you.” The admittance was shameless–the 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. “Please,” you gasped, not quite sure of what you were asking for other than him–more him. “Please, take me.”

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, he’d 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 time– 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. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, little lamb.” 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. “Every single male in there wishes they could mate with you, shit… the male pheromones were off the roof, they’re all gonna jerk off to the memory of this–” one of his hands cupped your pussy through your soaked panties, dragging his palm to feel the damp fabric stain his skin. “Of how delicious your cunt smells… it’s like a fucking drug.”

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, you’d be engulfed in his hot, licking flames. His hands felt like palpable sin in your flesh and you needed more. “Please,” you whimpered as his hands cupped at your core. You knew you were a mess—dripping 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. “Please, let me touch you. Anywhere.” It felt like you were dying and the only cure was him—any bit of him on you and underneath your fingertips. “Ahh—,” you whined as his hand continued his assault on your cunt. “It’s a-all for you. I don’t want anyone else, only you.”

Jimin’s auburn gaze glowed as he pulled back from the kiss, his pointy canines poking out as he smiled. “You want to touch me?” 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. “You don’t get to touch me until I say so… But don’t worry, good behavior will be rewarded.” Jimin added with his lighter tone of voice, leaning in to nudge your chin to the side with his nose– 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. “We’re not in a rush.” 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 harder– 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 didn’t 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 wanted—everything 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. “Use me,” you begged gently. “P-Please, make me yours.”

Your hips ground against his, rubbing against his hardened length as much as you could to alleviate the burn between your thighs. “Fuck, I want you so bad, please sir.”

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely.” Jimin’s 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 was– well, it’s 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.

“Still reconsidering whether coming here was a good or bad idea?” 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. “Hm? You like it?” Jimin’s piercing gaze flickered between his cock and your face, grabbing the shaft with his hand. “Want a taste? All you have to do is drop to your knees on the filthy floor…”

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 didn’t know his name but you didn’t 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. “I-I think it was a good idea,” 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.

“Please.” 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 tongue—an 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.

Jimin’s 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. “So pretty.” 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. “Can’t wait to pump you full of my cum… Fuck, such a slut for my cock already.” 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. “Only good girls can take it all. You’re a good girl, aren’t you? Come on…”

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.

“Oh, fuck yes…” Jimin’s 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 didn’t expect you to be so greedy to suck him off. And being so good at it on top of being eager to please– 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 way…. It hit something in him that only riled him up further than anybody had ever done previously.

“Deeper. Gag on it, make it messy.” 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. “I can hear your cunt dripping… Can scent it, god, it smells divine. Your insides must be aching for me.” 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. “Coat your fingers in your juices, little lamb. Show me.”

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.

Jimin’s 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 he’d 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.

“Up.” 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. “Mm..” 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. “It’s a bit hot… Take my jacket off.” 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 cock—not 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. “A-ah, fuck,” you breathed—pupils 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. “Yes sir,” 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. You’ve never been with a hybrid before, never been with an alpha hybrid at that, and you’re eager to learn just how he differs in other ways. You couldn’t help but marvel at the muscles on the lithe man. He’s thin, but built and you found you’re desperate to lick up the defined lines of his abs. “You’re so p-pretty,” you whispered without knowing it escaped you, marveling at the gorgeous man.

Jimin’s tail trembled with more excitement at the praise, oddly enough. He’s been called many things. Sexy, scary, hot, alluring… Pretty? He liked it.

“Yeah?” 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 moment– 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 didn’t 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.

“You’re pretty too. A pretty slut, about to get her pretty little cunt stretched so bad you’ll be ruined for any other male.” Jimin’s 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.

“So pretty,” 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. “Please ruin me, alpha,” 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. “Mark me as yours, please. I only want you.” 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.

“Fuck me, please!” 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. “We’ve only been in here for minutes and you’re already pathetically wet.” 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. “Tight… no other cock must have ever stretched you this well, huh? Fuck..” 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 he’s never experienced before, and he knew he was already a lost cause to the addiction that is you.

The feeling of the alpha’s cock filling you completely was unparalleled. You’d never felt something within you so deep, never been stretched so far past your breaking point—and 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. “I—ohhhh fuck,” 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. “Only you,” you whimpered as his thrusts became merciless and powerful. “All y-yours now. Oh, god, so good,” 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. “Oh my god, sir,” you cried as fat tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks. “You make me feel so good. I only want your c-cock inside me forever.” You knew now you would be hopelessly tied to the man, and you desperately ached for him to claim you as his own. “P-please, mark me as yours, alpha.”

The low, vibrating growl that rumbled throughout Jimin’s body would have anybody’s fight or flight instincts kicking in– 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. “Only me?” 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. “You want to be my little cockwhore?” 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. “The alpha’s bitch?” 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 anyone’s 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. “Please,” you cried as the tears of pleasure poured from your face. “Claim this cunt as yours. I’m only yours!” 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 it’s what you want to see for the rest of your life—only his cock ruining you and coaxing torrential orgasms out of you. “Yes! Breed me like the bitch in heat I am!” 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. “Fill me up with your seed, alpha! I need it, please! Cum inside me!”

The perked wolf ears adorning Jimin’s 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. ‘Breed me.’ 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. Jimin’s 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 place– in case you would panic. “Gonna fill you up with my cum.. Put my little pups inside of you- fuck…” 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 you– to mate with you. “Mine.” 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 didn’t 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. “Gah…. shit… Look at you.” 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 didn’t 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.

“Yours,” 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. It’s 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.

“So big,” you whispered as a tear rolled down your cheek. “H-hurts… But I can take it. I’ll take it for you.” Your head lolls back and rests on his shoulder, allowing your body to relax around the feeling of his swollen knot. “Anything for you,” 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. “D-did I do okay?” 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 doesn’t want to. Doesn’t have to…

“You did so well, little lamb.” 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 didn’t 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.

“My mate.” he breathes out as if it was a relief to finally have you. And it was, he’d 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.

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lilana163 · 3 years ago

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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?" 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.

" Touché, 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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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 5 years ago

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Fuck it, Let the Whole World Know

Summary: this is pure tom hiddleston filth and I’m not ashamed of it

Word Count: 4938

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Author’s note: oh god I can’t 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

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

You had been used to doing press junkets with Chris Evans, but not him and Tom Hiddleston. You’d 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, “YES! Dude, I don’t know how you still fall for this!”.

Maybe you would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that you were about to do a day of press junkets with the man that you’d developed a serious crush on; Tom Hiddleston. Chris could read you like a book, “Come on (y/n) today will be fineeee!”

You sighed, “What if the interviewers ask-”. Chris raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that you’ve all had to handle some tough questions. He laughed, “Do you not remember the hundreds of weird questions you and I have been asked together?”.

Chris got you to smile, “Oh god Chris don’t remind me….remember when someone asked me if I’d rather sleep with Steve Rogers or Johnny Storm?”. He laughed loudly again as he remembered that memory, a smirk forming upon his lips.

Rolling your eyes you teased, “I’d take Steve Rogers all day...I bet he’s extremely kinky behind closed-”. Chris was laughing much harder than he would’ve at your joke, causing you to turn around.

There of course stood Tom, “Do I even want to know love?”. Your heart started to pound as you tried not to blush. Chris threw you a lifeline as he said, “In all honesty man, no”. 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, “Shall we do a take two on our reunion?”. 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, “Now here we have a rather interesting sandwich, (y/n) in between America’s golden boy, and Asgard’s bad boy”. The three of you laughed, all settling into the interview.

You teased, “It’s kinda like an angel and devil on my shoulder huh?”. Chris didn’t hesitate to move and pretend to whisper something into your ear, playing the part. The interviewer ate it up, “Now do you have anything to say Tom?”.

You felt goosebumps as Tom’s lips grazed your ear, softly he said, “I’ve missed you (y/n)”. You nodded your head, pretending that Tom had said something else.

The interviewer caught your smirk and dove right in, “Now let’s get into it, (y/n) which do you prefer; bad boy or golden boy?”. You licked your lips while thinking of a response. You patted Chris’s knee, “Sorry Chris, but I’m gonna have to go with bad boy...Who doesn’t love Loki?”.

Chris looked into the camera, “I know...have you seen the hair?”. Tom nodded his head while smirking. He shrugged, “You know it’s actually an extremely long process to get those raven locks”.

Playfully you said, “It has to be the voice for me...”. You hadn’t really expected yourself to say that, maybe you were caught up in the moment. Tom didn’t skip a beat and he turned towards you.

Holding your gaze he said, “Claim loyalty to me, and I will give you what you need”. You’d be lying if you said his words hadn’t made your mind drift to dirtier places. Before you could respond Chris chimed in, “Dude out of all the lines..that’s what came to mind”.

Smirking you said, “He could’ve asked me to neal Chris…”. Tom started to laugh, and while doing so rested his hand on your knee.

The interviewer pulled out some cards, “Are you guys down for a game of would you rather; marvel style?”. You all nodded your heads, showing different levels of excitement.

“This one is for you Chris; would you rather be trapped in an elevator with black widow or our very wonderful (y/n) here” you narrowed your eyes at Chris, pretending to be angry depending on his answer.

Boldly you said, “Now remember Chris...keep things pg”. Once again the interviewer ate it up, and Chris started to laugh loudly. Tom joined in, “Who was under the impression that things wouldn’t be pg”.

Chris teased, “Uh me! Okay I guess I’d have to choose black widow”. The interviewer grinned, “Now is that payback for (y/n) choosing Loki earlier?”. Chris smirked while saying “maybe”.

The next question was, “Okay Tom would you rather have Loki’s irresistible charm, or his beautiful raven hair?”. You looked to Tom, trying to calm down your brain.

It had been awhile since you’d seen him last, and this wasn’t too ideal of a reunion. For some weird reason your feelings were even more intense today, but you couldn’t exactly show that during interviews.

Chris chimed in with a devilish smirk, ��Tom already has Loki’s irresistible charm..right (y/n)”. Your eyes widened as you looked to Chris, but you were only met with a wink. Faking a laugh you said, “He tries to hide it, but he’s a total lady killer”.

Once again Tom laughed softly while gripping your knee, “Come on love, don’t flatter me”. 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, “Looks like there might be a little Loki in you after all huh Tom?”. 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, “It feels good to be getting back into this guys”.

Tom stood next to you, his shoulder inches from yours, “I have missed you both...I hate how terribly busy I am nowadays”. You nodded your head in agreement while looking to Chris.

You caught his wink, “I know dude...so crazy...I can’t even enjoy this break because my manager needs to brief me on the questions for later today!”. 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, “You got this (y/n)”. With one last salute Chris was gone, leaving you and Tom alone.

Tom smiled, “Are you hungry darling because I’m starving...and not for this set food”. You’d realized that Chris had basically left you and Tom alone for the next two hours.

Nodding your head you suggested, “I think I saw a breakfast joint around the corner?”. You watched as his entire face lit up, realizing that you’d go along with his idea. Tom smirked, “Shall we?”.

Smiling back you mocked his tone, “We shall”. Tom looked at the ground while shaking his head, smiling at your teasing. You began to walk off set until Tom’s manager called to you both, making you stop in your tracks.

You thought you were screwed, until Tom whispered something into his manager’s ear after pointing to you. His manager nodded their head, “Just be back in time okay?”.

Tom walked back over to you, and you had to admit how proud he looked was extremely adorable. Playfully you asked, “More of that Loki charm?”. Tom shook his head while you both started to walk down the street.

Tom sheepishly said, “Love, you truly do flatter me”. You rolled your eyes as you turned the corner. You started walking backwards for a moment, “Tom Hiddleston, the most humble man there is”.

You turned back around so you couldn’t see the look on Tom’s face. He couldn’t 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 wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and he already felt it starting. Smiling he said, “Why that tone darling?”.

By now you were about to enter the shop, Tom leaning in to open the door for you. Walking inside you said, “Come on Tom, you can’t be as innocent as you seem”. Tom laughed loudly while his jaw nearly dropped.

You read the, “Seat yourself” sign so you clapped your hands together. Looking over your shoulder you said, “I’m a booth by the window kinda girl, how about yourself?”. Tom slid into the booth, sitting across from you.

Smiling his said, “I think I’ve always been a windows kinda man myself love”. You nodded your head in approval, and soon enough a waitress came over to give you both menus. Tom grinned, “I’ll have a green tea, thanks love”.

She looked to you, “And I’ll have an apple juice”. You heard Tom laugh, and you immediately turned to face him. The waitress smiled, “I’ll be back with your drinks in a second”. Tom sat across from you, the biggest grin on his face.

You tilted your head to the side, “Am I not allowed to order apple juice?”. He was still grinning, propping his head up with his hand. He held your gaze, “It’s a compliment darling..I love how innocent you can be at times”.

“Innocent at times?” you repeated while raising an eyebrow. Tom laughed once again, now focusing on the menu. You smirked, “Let’s play truth or dare”. He quickly put down the menu, focusing instead on you.

“Truth or dare?” he asked once again. You nodded your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Truth or dare Tom...unless you’re not game…” Tom laughed, a look of determination now on his face.

He leaned forward, “Oh love, you have no idea”. You leaned forward as well, the moment quickly escalating. Your heads snapped to the left, “So what can I get you both?”.

Tom’s smirk was now replaced with a smile, “I’ll have the oatmeal with apples and cinnamon and a side of toast please”. The waitress nodded her head while writing down his order. Smiling you said, “And I’ll have a waffle, side of homefries”. She smiled, placing down your drinks and then turning to prepare your orders.

“So truth or dare?”. Tom pretended to think it over for a minute before saying, “Dare”. Raising your eyebrows you pretended to be surprised. Grinning you said, “I dare you to read your last text message out loud”.

Quickly you added, “And show me the screen so I know you’re not lying”. Tom let out a sigh, and reluctantly took out his phone. When he found his latest message he laughed, “I can’t-”.

Teasingly you said, “What could our sweet little Tom possibly be talking about thats so bad he can’t repeat it?”. Tom rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling. He shook his head but continued, “I wouldn’t have minded asking (y/n)-”.

He paused and you beamed with excitement, “Come on! Don’t be a tease”. Tom licked his lips before continuing. He spoke quickly, “To kneel before me”. 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, “Well would you look at that...Tom Hiddleston is much dirtier than he looks”. Looking at him you could see he was blushing lightly, and you were trying your hardest to remain calm and collected.

Shrugging he said, “Shall I remind you of what you were talking about with Chris earlier”. You nodded, and the waitress came with your food. After taking a sip of your drink you said, “But I was talking about his character..not him”.

Tom casually began to eat, “You were the one who brought up the idea of kneeling, so I’m quite curious as to what you’ve been thinking about...”. You choked on the homefry you’d 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 he’d 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, “So truth or dare?”. You tried to calm your breathing by taking a couple bites of your food. In between bites you said, “Truth”. You couldn’t see but Tom was smirking.

“A little coy are we now love? Hmm, is it true that you really like men with a dark side”. 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.

“Good becomes too boring too fast...I like men who push the limits and make things interesting” you looked down as you spoke, afraid to see his reaction. Tom nodded his head planning his next move.

Finally looking up you asked, “Truth or dare?”. Tom held your gaze, and you saw something different in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip, “Dare”. 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, “I dare you to tell me what you want Tom, no more games”. As he processed your words a smirk form upon his lips. It was only three words, but enough to make your head spin, “I want you”.

For a moment it had felt like everything you’d thought you’d 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 he’d let on, and as you looked into his lust filled eyes, you knew you were right.

He licked his lips, “Although I quite love this game we’re playing darling, I think it’s time we finally do what we’ve been dreaming about for so long”. 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, “There’s no need to be shy now love, I’ve wanted you for a long time….and maybe I’m wrong but I think you want the same”.

You nodded your head, “Tom...I-”. 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, “Do you have a bathroom here darling?”.

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 he’d 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, “Look who it is”. 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, “I love how shy you are darling, as if this whole day you haven’t been teasing me”. Your back was pressed against the door as you listened to him.

Tom laughed lowly, “Even during the interview -it’s the voice that does it for me- love I could barely control myself...I wanted to ravish you right then and there”. You swallowed hard, biting your bottom lip.

Finally he looked back up to you, “And here you are standing right before me, but still not letting yourself take what you’ve been craving..I can see it in your eyes (y/n)...how badly you want this”.

Tom licked his lips, “Let yourself go love”. 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, “Now the fun can truly begin darling”. 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, “Tom what-”.

Making use of his tie, he used it to bind your hands together. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan of anticipation escaping your lips. He purred into your ear, “I knew you loved to be as filthy as I do”.

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 you’d been wearing. He pulled your legs apart, exposing your black lace panties. His laugh was so low it was almost a growl, “My my pet, what do we have here?”.

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, “You look so good (y/n)”.

His name left your lips like a prayer, “Tom please-”. 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, “Tom”. 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, “What do you want darling?”.

“Want me to take that delicious clit of yours between my lips?” his words were making you wetter by the second. You nodded your head sounding all too desperate, “Yes Tom please”. Once again he laughed, becoming more intoxicated with you.

His voice was so low, “All you had to do was ask”. 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.

Tom’s 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. He’d move his tongue in all different directions and speeds as his face was buried between your folds.

“You taste so fucking good (y/n)” 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, “You’re even more incredible than I’d imagined..you have no idea what you do to me”.

Tom thrust his hips forward, “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?”. You nodded your head while breathlessly saying yes. He was grinning once again, “With each second I spend with you I find myself becoming more intoxicated with you”.

Tom gripped your hips tightly while rolling his hips forward. Throwing his head back he groaned, “Oh fuck darling...I can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around my cock”. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him.

“Then fuck me Tom...make me your little slut”. His head snapped forward, and his eyes widened. As he processed your words he’d lost any control over himself that he’d had. Tom’s breathing was heavy, “Fuck you’re perfect (y/n)”.

Tom nearly ripped off all his clothing, not wanting to spend another second where he wasn’t 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, “Say it again (y/n)”. With one hand he tightly gripped your hip, while he held his cock in the other.

Your voice was low, “make me your little slut”. Tom was grinning like a madman, your words driving him wild. His head teased your entrance, “Want me to claim your pretty pink pussy”.

You nodded your head, “Yes Tom”. 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.

“Tell me how it feels love”. Your smile was wide as you felt the pleasure starting to build up. You loved having him be so in control, “So fucking good”. 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, “So-fucking-good”. 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, “Oh Tom”. 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.

“You look so fucking beautiful love” 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, “Fucking incredible”. 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, “I’m so close”. He nodded his head while moving his hips even faster.

“I want you to cum with me (y/n)” he said inbetween pants. You nodded your head, knowing your orgasm was extremely close. His voice was demanding, “Cum right now (y/n)...fucking cum”.

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. Tom’s 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, “Fucking hell...that was amazing….”. 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, “I hope that wasn’t too much for you (y/n)...do your wrists hurt?’.

Just like that he could switch from relentlessly fucking you, to looking at you like a concerned puppy hoping you weren’t hurt. You giggled, “I liked it….a lot”. Tom nodded his head while a smile formed upon his lips.

He looked so proud, “You liked it huh darling?”. You rolled your eyes but found yourself laughing. Looking to him you joked, “You were enjoying yourself to Tom”. He bit his lip, sheepishly running a hand through his hair.

“I guess the cats out of the bag with this one…”. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. Before kissing him you teased, “A little coy are we now Tom?”.

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, “You know I wouldn’t mind doing-”.

Smirking you said, “I’d meant what I’d said Tom...I’m all yours now”. You watched as his entire face lit up, and he held your body closer to his. Tom was smiling, “I really like you (y/n)...this isn’t going to just be some fling”.

He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, “You’ve always meant so much to me (y/n)..and now that I finally have you I don’t want to let you go”. You could see the amount of emotion he’d put into every word, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again.

After the kiss was over you moved to the door, “We better get back to set or else people might think-”. Tom quickly put back on his clothes, following you to the bathroom door. He held your hand, “Fuck it (y/n) let the whole world know”.

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, “Dude FINALLY it’s been like two straight years of eyesex between you both”. 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, “Oh my god, you both totally just fucked! Did-”. You rushed over to Chris, covering his mouth.

Chris wiggled his eyebrows while smirking, “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me….until I tell Mackie and he totally loses it and tells everyone!”. You rolled your eyes, but once again Tom held your hand. After seeing the smile on his face you looked to Chris, “Fuck it...Let the whole world know”.

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.

♡ thank you for taking the time to read this, you’re a babe♡

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sayuricorner · 5 years ago

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Ever After High x Twisted Wonderland AU Headcanons part 2

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AU concept

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@virgil-is-a-cutie

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 it’s confusing!

-AU setting:

-The AU set after the “Twisted Wonderland” game’s 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 “sorry-to-have-been-a-jerk-to-you-and-thank-you-for-saving-my-ass-when-I-was-overblot” 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 there’s 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 O’Hair:Being a very creative fashionista made her fit Pomefiore’s importance with beauty.

-C.A Cupid:She is very hardworking in spreading love which made her fit for a dorm which is based on “the hard efforts of beauty” because after all beauty is in many form and the beauty of the heart and love are also a part of it.

-Heartslabyul:

-Lizzie Heart:As the original Queen of Hearts’s 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 mothers’s 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 Hearts’s strict reign despite being mad, Maddie will be able to adapt to Heartslabyul’s strict ways, she will be able to memorize all the dorm’s rules ‘cause 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 Witch’s descendant she is automaticaly sorted in Octavinelle. Even if her beliefs about how helping other are quite the opposite of Azul’s she can adapt to make sure to been able to actually helping people in need with Octavinelle’s ways without being like a loanshark or a mob making her the ying of Azul’s 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 world’s 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 dorm’s beliefs.

-Ignihyde:

-Melody Piper: Piper using very often technology which involve music will be very interested in Ignihyde’s 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 doesn’t 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 Diasomnia’s beliefs. Will be very admirative of Malleus’s 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 didn’t see it that way and put her in Diasomnia, because apparently she had magic from Malificent’s lineage making her a descendant too from another forgoten genealogical branch from Maleficent’s descendance who married into Sleeping Beauty’s 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 Apple’s 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 don’t need to steal other people’s happily ever after to be happy and can create her own which will help her to be less bitter and more “nice”, 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 “Twisted Wonderland” dimension has been revealed to the Ever After world and many parents considered transfer their kids from EAH others hesitate faring Headmaster Grimm’s warnings of “if you don’t follow your destiny you go poof” to be true and not wanting their children to disappear and to be forgotten only to be pointed out that some stories’s figures such as “the king of beast” or “the king of the dead” don’t had descendants who follow their stories and no one disappeared and everyone remember them which finally convince the others parents that headmaster Grim’s 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 “magic touch” so they will fit to their “future destiny”. But after the students’s transfer their seals has been removed making their selection in magic school such as Night Raven College possible.

-Nevermore, Raven’s dragon, will join her a few days after Raven’s acceptation into NRC. She will appear in the school’s garden to the student’s amazement who will be shocked to learn a powerful being as a dragon is Raven’s 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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brideofcthulhu10 · 4 years ago

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Behold another Lost Boys holiday special! It was between this and Valentine’s 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. He’s 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 wouldn’t 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.

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.

“OOOOOOH-,” Paul begins with cheerful mischief.

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” David seethes through tightly clenched teeth, eyes screwed shut in indignance.

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. What’s 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.

“OOOOOH DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW!” Paul belted out at full volume.

“IN A ONE HORSE OPEN SLEIGH!” Marko followed in suit, the widest eerie grin plastered on his face.

“OVER THE HILLS WE GOOOO” Paul howled enthusiastically.

“I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU BOTH!” 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 he’ll 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.

“Shit! I forgot the milk and eggs!” Dwayne grumbled with a mouthful of dry crumbs, a true disgrace of a cookie.

Paul always gives him crap for it of course.

“Oooh I just thought you were going for a sandy, dusty dry cookie kinda thing.”

"Yeah man, these taste like ass!" Marko would cough out in midst of choking.

"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.

"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!

“Ho ho ho! Now, don’t be a bitch, little David or Santa will have to give you coal.” Paul stated mockingly to David, brows furrowed.

“Well, Santa,” 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. “You best be careful. You never know what's in those milk and cookies, hm?”

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.

"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.

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.

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vln-vibes · 5 years ago

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The Raven and the Robin

Yeah so I’d 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 couldn’t make anymore excuses. Besides Evil Queen wasn’t her role; her family knew she was going to be the Good King but well... the Evil Queen wasn’t available. They didn’t 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 Day…. 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 didn’t 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 who’d 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 didn’t 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 had….

“Would you two stop fighting?! Peas and crackers!” Maddie’s outburst had interrupted Raven’s spiral, her Wonderlandian friend just as mad as she usually was. Well her father was The Mad Hatter.

“Um, who are you talking to?”

“Why, the narrators! Oh, you can't hear them, Raven, only I can.” Of course there were narrators, Raven gave a small fond smile at her friend before sighing.

“It's just... Ah! I'm sick of everyone thinking I'm so "evil," because my mom was. It's not fair! They don’t even know the real me! They don’t even remember the fact that I was raised by the Good King” the next thing she knew her outburst of emotion caused all their things to levitate before quickly dropping. “Ah curses, not again”

“No one thinks you're evil. Hehe, now you're just talking crazy! La-la-la!”

“Daughter of the Mad Hatter calls ME crazy?”

“Would you stop with the worry-flurry? Besides, your new do is completely you! No one will tell which Tale you belong to” Raven had been worrying about the whole thing ever since she knew she’d 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 Maddie’s 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 hadn’t expected a visit from Madeline “Maddie” Hatter out of the blue, the girl just stating that the place was in need of a good tea party. She hadn’t 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 didn’t fit the look people had for the daughter of the Evil Queen.

“See? They don’t even realize who you are!” Maddie cheered before a chime familiar to them both rang. “Yay, tea time! Earl Grey,” the little mouse squealed from atop of her cup hat and brought out the teapot “oh, you clever dormouse! Why, yes, this is a new dress.”

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 didn’t 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 she’d be able to hang out with her friends, Maddie, Cerise and Hunter.

Then an unexpected visitor came.

“Hey, uh Raven! Right?” 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.

“Y-Yeah. You’re in my Science and Sorcery Class, right?” 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.

”Uh-You look gort... I mean great. I-I don't even know what gort is…”

“Well, I'd offer you a seat, but we don’t exactly know each other. To sit here you'd have to be pretty—”

Suddenly screams and squeals could be heard from the castleteria entrance, mostly from the girls, and flashing lights from the center of the group.

“Daring”

“What? No, Raven, I'm Dex, Dexter Charming! Daring's my bro…” 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 “ther. Oh, gort.”

“Why, Once upon a hi! I’ve never seen you around here, are you a new student?” 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.

“Yep. You’re Apple White, daughter of Snow White, and Daring Charming, son of King Charming” Raven stated though Apple and Daring seemed to flourish at the recognition.

“I-uh I have to warn you: don't stare at the teeth. Just got them whitened” oh, so that's where the lights came from.

“You are royally correct! Who might you be?” Apple preened as Raven covered her eyes from Daring’s smile.

“I’m… Raven” the expecting looks from the trio annoyed Raven but she might as well get them over with “Raven King”

“Oh my good fairy! You must be another Royal” Apple cheered until they heard coughing from behind, Raven sighing in relief as she saw her friends.

“Sorry but you’re kinda in our way” Hunter shrugged, waiting for Apple and Daring to move before Cerise rolled her eyes and pushed past them to take her seat.

“Well then I think it's time for us to go to lunch boys! Spell you later, Raven” Apple practically commanded the two Charming boys to accompany her to the Royal table, though Dexter shot Raven a shy wave.

“Well I guess that was a nice first time meeting my niece” Raven joked as they finally began eating their food.

“She sure is something alright” Cerise rolled her eyes before beginning on her large steak.

“For what is she without her people and crown? To which do not approve of Wonderland do” Maddie added along, taking out another cup from her hat.

“She used to be a lot more chill at the beginning of last year” the hooded girl explained, cleaning up from her meaty meal with a dainty napkin “But she started getting fidgety when there was no EQ in the student body. That’s when she really started firing up the whole Royals v Rebels and following your destiny thing”

“Right. So what are Royals?”

“I thought we went over this,” Hunter whispered before explaining “It's everyone who wants to sign their Destiny on the Storybook of Legends and follow their stories. We’re Rebels, the ones who’d rather find their own way in life, though we’re probably going to sign too”

Raven woke up the next day to Maddie’s breakfast tea time alarm chiming; she really wasn’t looking forward to rehearsal today. She didn’t 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.

“So, 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?” Headmaster Grimm, descendant of the original Grimm Brothers, spoke to the student body.

“Headmaster Grimm, but what if…” Raven knew she couldn’t, wouldn’t, sign the book unless Robin was around, her decision would alter his and she couldn’t just𑁋

“No questions? Good. Now, we're going to practice with this tiny Manual of Entirely Reasonable School Rules. Who will go first?”

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 𑁋

“Raven… King”

Raven could feel the stare of Headmaster Grimm as she walked up to the podium.

“I'm Raven King and I pledge to follow my destiny as... um... I have a question!”

“What is it?” Raven could tell that she was getting on the Headmaster’s nerves and knew that her next question would definitely cause a ruckus but…

“I was just wondering, I mean, what if I don't want to take the pledge?”

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.

“Here's your answer. If you don't pledge your destiny, your story ceases to exist.”

“Ceases to exist? So then... What happens to me?”

“You will cease to exist! Poof! Now, Raven, continue.” Raven could tell that the conversation was over, it reminded her of how she’d talk. She also knew that her next words would cause even more of an issue.

“I… I am Raven King, daughter of the Good King and I𑁋”

“You’re daughter of the Good King! That means- That means you’re my Evil Queen!” 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 they’d be roomates to get to know each other and how she couldn’t wait to be poisoned and get her happily ever after just like their mothers.

“Do not compare me to that woman” Raven shook Apple off of her, she could feel her cerulean eyes glow and her hair float.

“I gotta go”

“But the rules are... The rules!”

“Destiny!”

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 couldn’t help but cry.

“The 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?”

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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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dddainuhsoar · 6 years ago

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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 writer’s block… this isn’t exactly according to your prompt and i am sorry for that. instead, i’ve 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 there’s 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 father’s body unmoving underneath him, his father’s 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 hadn’t 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. they’d bind, gag and blind that month’s 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, isn’t from the town. his hand holding the basket of food is stained red, there are flecks of blood on his chin and he isn’t wearing a shirt. his pants hang loose at his waist. he’s pretty and hetian wonders when did sheli and his friends realise the dark lord prefers men. his hands aren’t tied and he isn’t gagged or blinded, so the possibility that this man is just passing through flickers in hetian’s mind. but he’s 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 hetian’s 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.

“a-a-are you him?” the man asks, taking one step backwards.

“you have to be more specific than that,” hetian replies, slightly surprised it was not himself who spoke first.

“they told me to bring this basket to the dark lord who lives in a black mansion in the woods,” the sacrifice says. his voice isn’t trembling any more, hetian realises. “are you the only one living in these woods?”

“yes.” hetian smirks. “i’ve never been asked that before.”

“i’m here to give this to you,” the man says, holding out the basket. “please take it.”

“they promise me more than a basket of food every month.” the suggestion in his words weigh heavy in the air between them. the redheaded man visibly gulps, his adam’s apple bobbing. he takes a deep breath and his frown deepens. oh, he’s really pretty, hetian thinks, smile widening. sheli picked the single most perfect sacrifice for hetian and hetian can taste the regret he’ll be burdened with for the next week or so for letting this lovely specimen go. “relax,” he says. “i don’t know what you’ve heard about me, traveller, but i am not in the habit of killing and eating human sacrificials.”

confusion, not relief, clouds the man’s eyes. he tilts his head slightly, considers hetian from a different angle. “then what are you in the habit of doing?”

“giving them a bit of bread from the basket, a pocketful of gold and directions to another village.”

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 hadn’t put a stop to their lives.

when the redhead hasn’t spoken, shocked into a silent gape, hetian offers, “if 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,” he gestures to the unlocked gate, “you are welcome to come in and rest.” truthfully, he has never invited any of the sacrificials into his home. they were all too afraid of him.

the man eventually croaks, “i- oh-” he blinks. “so you’re just a misunderstood homeowner who lives in the woods?”

hetian laughs at that. “you have made a very sharp observation.”

“and you’re not a cannibalistic dark warlock?” hetian doesn’t give an answer, only smiles. the man sighs. “i was hoping to dispose the bodies at your gate before going on my way.”

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.

“i was planning to kill him. even before he and his friends attacked me.” the traveller paces back to where he had left the body. “they annoyed me.”

“sheli annoys me occasionally too,” hetian agrees in a low murmur.

“so you said something about resting in your home?”

hetian grins. “yes, please, come in.”

the traveller smiles back, a tired but grateful quirk of his lips. “i may need help with the bodies.”

#19 days #tianshan #hetian #guanshan #fic #ans

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tothewaterhq · 5 years ago

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ACCEPTED // SABLE OSWALD

district 10 → mentor → Meghan Ory fc → 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 it’s 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 peacekeeper’s whip for daring to step between them and an offender. As her mother would wash the wounds she’d 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 mother’s face lit by candelight that she’d catch a smile or a softening. As a young girl she made friends with a rancher’s 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 didn’t seem to mind. They were sweet on each other, naturally progressing into a couple as they aged. Sable didn’t 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 mother’s wobbling chin, her father’s tears, Darcy’s fear, and Eve’s 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 didn’t 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 girl’s hands around her throat. She’d thought to dispose of both her alliance partners in one go, but Sable managed to use her nails to claw at the girl’s face. In pain the grip loosened and Sable was able to escape into the mountainscape. She was alone after that and surprised when Orson’s face didn’t 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. She’d sought him out and hoped to arrive before either of the remaining tributes. With throwing knife she’d managed to wrestle away, she slit Orson’s 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 gamemaker’s 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 girl’s 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 girl’s forehead. She hit again and again and stopped only when the cannon sounded. She was conscious only to hear the words “Ladies -” and then gave herself up to blessed darkness. Her scars would last forever but as a nurse pointed out ‘we’re glad you’re pretty little face wasn’t so banged up.’ She wasn’t 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. Orson’s killing would haunt Sable for the rest of her life. Often she woke with her hand against her throat, imagining the injury. She’d 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.) Sable’s 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 victor’s 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. Eve’s 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.

PLAYED BY // KATIE

#accepted #sable

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luninosity · 6 years ago

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Here, have a piece of the story in question! I think maybe I’ll put the first bit up on AO3 tomorrow or Friday, then, if there’s interest!

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 Lanyon’s slightly longer hair, courtesy of extensions, enough to pull into a gentlemanly queue. Lighter in places than Jason’s 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 Khan’s hands danced around him, working her spells; he’d liked her calmness ever since the first trial run. They got along; he was glad to’ve met her, part of Jillian Poe’s 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 grandmother’s marinara sauce.

He didn’t 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. They’d not spent any real time together—a table read or two, a few emails from Colby wearing the producer hat and checking on a detail or two of Jason’s contract—and Jason’d been gnawed half to death by guilt.

He wasn’t really a dick. He hadn’t meant to hurt Colby. He’d been having a rough day, chased in circles by desperation and inadequacy, and he’d said stupid words in the hallway, and Colby’d heard him and then not been able to look at him, and—

And Colby and Jillian had cast him anyway. That was the part Jason couldn’t figure out.

“A bit more brightness, I think,” Cherry murmured, and one slim finger dabbed a mystery potion under his eyes. “And don’t fret so much. Is it first-day jitters, then? Or something else? Maybe…a boy?” She lifted eyebrows at him; Jason laughed. “Tell me all about it if it is. All the details.”

“Sort of a boy,” Jason agreed obligingly. True, for a given interpretation. “It’s not like that, though. Just that I said something dumb and I haven’t been able to apologize. He’s probably not even thinking about it or me—” 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.

“—it’s just, y’know, it bothers me,” he finished. “But at least I look great, Cher, thanks.”

“You’re lovely, dear.” She patted his shoulder. “And I’m sure if you apologize he’ll forgive you. Especially with those big pretty eyes. I’d forgive you.”

“Thanks more?”

“I could think of a few more things to do with you, if I was at all interested in the eggplant crowd.” Cherry patted him again. Her partner Diana was a chef, Jason knew; they’d chatted about the proper layering of lasagna and Jason’s family’s recipe early on. “I’m sure your boy could, too.”

“He’s not my anything. It’s not…” He sighed. “It’s not like that.”

“Of course it’s not,” Cherry said, “you’re only obsessing over something dumb you said and whether or not he’s thinking of you,” and poked a pencil at his eyebrow.

It wasn’t like that. It’d never be. Colby might’ve agreed to work with him, the in-role chemistry might be fantastic, but Colby couldn’t 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. He’d seen those glorious eyes upturned and gazing into his. He’d seen Colby Kent flinch, an ephemeral specter of genuine vulnerability. He’d wanted to help then; he wanted to now.

He didn’t even know why. They weren’t friends. Colby couldn’t need him.

But some tiny wistful part of his heart hoped Colby had someone, among that sea of admirers. Someone who’d see him. Someone who’d be there for him.

Jason’s 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 what’d 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 Stephen’s skin. Preparing for a soundstage and a ship’s 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 Stephen’s 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 other’s hands, briefly, and they would know.

Jason, who’d taken Colby’s 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.

Colby’d chosen. Had put his hand into Jason’s, given the invitation.

And Jason needed to stop remembering, imagining, wondering. For one thing, he didn’t 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 he’d 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 tease—

“Good morning!” Cherry chirped to someone behind his shoulder. “What’re you doing in this early, sugar, you’re not on set until this afternoon!”

“I can’t come by to say hello to my favorite artistic genius?” 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 that’d hide flushed cheeks.

Colby went on, “I’ve also bought pastries for everyone. There’s more on the cart outside, but I thought I’d bring this box over. I know they’re nothing as good as Di’s, but perhaps still good enough to begin the shoot with? And—oh, Jason! Good morning. Would you like some sort of apple tart? Or a cinnamon…well, I don’t know what that is, but it’s definitely got cinnamon in.”

“Um,” Jason managed.

“I’ll just leave these and get out of your way.”

“No you won’t,” Cherry said, picking up something round and chocolate-dipped. “Colby, darling, tell us exactly everything from Maureen Hart’s 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 boy—”

Colby, who of course had been invited—Mo Hart’s engagement party invite list had comprised most of A-list Hollywood, several billionaires, and a prince or two, and decidedly not Jason—perched on the edge of a second chair and said willingly, “No, as far as I know he only tripped over someone, there was hardly any room to breathe even up on that rooftop patio, and I’m very sorry but I didn’t properly count the number of exes, though I did see Brett Claremont gazing longingly at Lindsay Miller, and she seemed to be looking back?” 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 couldn’t 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 wasn’t sure. Something about the sleeves and the buttons suggested armor. Something about Colby’s 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.

Colby’s 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 lover’s fingers through. Colby hadn’t done extensions, though; that was all his hair, soft and dark and rumpled from the early morning.

Jason’s fingers, without regard for Jason’s brain, wanted to go over there and rumple it more.

“I’m so sorry,” Colby said, turning his way. “We’re neglecting you. It wasn’t even that good a party; I only went because, well, they invited me, and I didn’t 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 one’s got blueberries and some sort of creamy center. How are you feeling about this morning? Have you been practicing all of Stephen’s nautical terminology?”

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, “What book?”

#actor regency fic #fic in progress #my fic #kernezelda #esaael #thebestpersonherelovesbucky #clashfanusa #for you guys

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thunderfitz · 6 years ago

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Hello, there! This is my story titled ‘Memories’, in which Thor thinks back on the memories he shared with his baby brother. It’s post Infinity War, so major spoilers towards the end if you haven’t 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 youngest’s 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 Thor’s. Loki had always been one for studying, and Thor, though he wasn’t nearly as much of a fan, couldn’t help the smile he had whenever Loki got particularly heated about a subject.

“Thor, you absolute oaf. That is a wolf, not a common dog.”

“Is there a difference?”

The young, raven-haired boy snorted, giving a light, barely-noticeable roll of the eyes. “Is there a difference-” He mocked, his voice dropping slightly lower to match his elder brother’s tone. “Of course there is a difference. One is fierce, focuses mainly on survival, isn’t too fond of company that isn’t already a part of its inner circle. The other, a silly animal, interested in any companionship it can get, even if it’s that of a different species. The first being the cautious wolf, the second being the easily excitable mutt.”

Thor tilted his head, looking at the drawing on the page for what had to be the tenth time. “So, what you’re saying is that this… this wolf. It’s like you, but not. And then I’m-”

“I beg your pardon?” Thor shifted his gaze from down at the book, to down at his brother. His now very confused brother. If they hadn’t 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.

He’d gloat later.

“You 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.” At Thor’s explanation, Loki seemed to ponder, his mouth opening a couple times to respond, only to shut again as he rethought his words. “See? You are overthinking things right now.”

“I am not.” Loki was quick to interject, causing a laugh to erupt from the blonde boy’s chest. He raised his eyebrows in a challenge, and Loki let out a little huff of air. “Alright. Maybe I am…”

“And you don’t seem to have as many friends as I. In fact, I see you with books more than I see you with people.” This realization hadn’t 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 Thor’s shoulder and sighed as his laughter died down.

“I 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?”

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. They’d gone to mother first, then father, and had never received an answer apart from the rehearsed “You boys are changing, your bodies with you. It must be part of his personal growth’. 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. He’d nearly fainted outside, until one of the healers insisted he go inside. Loki hadn’t seemed to understand why, and truthfully Thor didn’t understand either. Loki had always been a bit colder to the touch, but it’d recently been getting so out of hand that a simple heat wave could nearly melt Loki’s insides.

“Thor?” Thor’s attention was quickly drawn back to… oh. Right. “Thor? You insisted you needed to talk with me. If you’ve changed your mind, we can surely talk later.” 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 he’d 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.

‘This, I’m afraid, must be a matter of the heart. You won’t find yourself in bed with a man, will you?’ 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 wasn’t that Thor wasn’t 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.

‘This is absolutely ridiculous.’ Loki had said as he’d 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 didn’t, and it wasn’t. He stared at their father, the anger never leaving his features. ‘This is why you’ve begun talking to me less and less over the years, hm? Because I seem incapable of ever wooing a maiden the way Thor could?’

‘That is not what I said, Loki, you are putting words into my mouth again-’

‘Oh? So I take it you’d 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?’ Thor’s head whipped up to his brother. Of course he’d never seen Loki with anyone, and Thor had always just assumed it was Loki’s cold nature of keeping closed off, like a lone wolf in the wild. But now? Was Loki implying..? He followed Loki’s gaze to chance a look at their father.

Odin was still as a statue. If it weren’t 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 Odin’s 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.

‘Then 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.’ 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.

“I am sorry, Sif. I… I ought to ask you, if you’d join my family’s table during the feast tonight.” At this Sif’s annoyed, impatient look turned to one of shock. Not unpleasant, but shock all the same.

“I… the royal table? Me? Why?” Thor thought for a moment. Why was he doing this? Because Odin had told him to.

“Because I realized you’re the most important woman in my life. It only makes sense for you to join us, correct?” 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.

“Of course! Oh goodness, I must go get ready to be in the king’s company. I shall meet you tonight!” She pressed a quick kiss to Thor’s 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 Loki’s floor. He set his course to his rooms, before stopping in his tracks. His gaze drifted towards the door to Loki’s rooms, and he let out an audible sigh. “Dammit.” The thunder god muttered, before walking over to the mischief god’s door. He opened it without knocking.

The sight was enough to shatter Thor’s heart to pieces.

Loki’s 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 Loki’s 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 Thor’s, and both princes froze. At first Thor’s 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.

“Thor! Do you not know how to knock, you idiot- Get. Out!” He reached for a thick book, probably around a couple thousand pages, and Thor’s 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 Loki’s 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?

Thor’s 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 Loki’s 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 doesn’t want to take the chance. Thor’s steps faltered, Mjolnir hanging in his hand as his arms sagged at his sides. That morning had been decades, hell, centuries ago, and they’d still yet to talk about it.

Thor closed his eyes, breathed deep, and opened them again as he decided that the whole ‘we are men so we cannot share emotions’ 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 Asgard’s 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t there, Thor groaned and smacked himself in the head. Loki had been up in his chambers all day, why wouldn’t he still be up there? The God of Thunder could hear Loki sneering in his head. ‘Really, brother? Are we honestly that forgetful these days?’. Thor shook his head as he set out on the course to Loki’s 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 Loki’s room, he opened the door just a crack before his eyes widened when he realized he’d 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 brother’s. 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. Loki’s back was to Thor, and so was Fandral’s. 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.

“He’s not ready, Fandral.” Fandral was silent, and Thor could sense Loki’s discomfort without even seeing his face. “You think he is.” It was more of a statement than a question, and Thor frowned.

“I 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.”

“The Allfather… he is just handing this kingdom over to Thor when Thor has not matured nearly enough for a position of this height.” Loki sighed, and Thor could see his arm move, and it looked like he rubbed his face. Loki’s voice cracked when he spoke next. “I love Thor like no other. He is my brother, of course I love him.”

Fandral wrapped an arm around Loki’s shoulders, his left hand rubbing Loki’s shoulder comfortingly. “But?”

“But he isn’t 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? He’s a smart man, but definitely not when it comes to math-”

“Loki.” Fandral drawled out the name, and the area went quiet.

Thor heard a soft, cracked sob. “He will get himself killed, Fandral.” The God of Mischief hid his face in Fandral’s shoulder, as Fandral continued to comfort him.

The soon-to-be king had heard enough. He quickly and quietly exited Loki’s chambers, closing the door softly behind him. At least then he knew how Loki really viewed him.

Of course the next day, Thor hadn’t told Loki what he’d heard, likewise, Loki decided not to tell Thor what it was he’d said to Fandral. The two brothers smiled with one another, making jokes and laughing as Loki played a trick on a servant. Thor’s heart warmed, even as his hand touched the unnaturally cool surface of Loki’s 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 they’d 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 weren’t as close as they’d 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, Odin’s 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.

“Where 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.” Loki chuckled, and Thor’s 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 hadn’t known about the deaths of their friends until now.

“Loki…” 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. “Fandral is dead. The whole lot of them, too.” The words wiped the smirk off of Loki’s face in no time.

“W-” Loki tried to speak, but his face contorted into one of sadness. “What? Surely you jest. This can’t- they are fine, Thor.”

Thor walked up to Loki slowly. “No, brother. I’m sorry. I know you cared for them. Cared for Fandral.” 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 didn’t stop it.

“No. No, they- he-” Loki shook his head, hitting Thor again. The brothers’ eyes met, and they exchanged a look that they hadn’t shared in a while; understanding.

Loki hit Thor’s 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 Thor’s arms and leaning against his chest.

And then it came. Thanos’ 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 man’s 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. Loki’s name had been carved into it, and Thor was pleasantly surprised to see that he hadn’t 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, he’d 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.

“Oh how I miss you, brother.” Thor murmured, clearing his throat and wiping a tear before any more could show. “I think you’d be happy here. ‘New Asgard’ is what we call it. Not the most original name, I know. But Korg came up with it and the name just… it sorta…” He tried too long to think of a word, his mind too focused on the mental image scarred into Thor’s brain. The words he’d said.

“The sun will shine on us again, brother.”

“Stuck?” Brunnhilde offered, and she smiled sadly when Thor looked back at her. She nodded, understanding his struggle. After all, she’d lost people too. She raised the bottle to her lips. Thor wasn’t 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.

“Hey, Lackey. I hope you can see us getting totally wasted on your grave. It’s a celebration.”

Thor snorted and shook his head in disbelief. “A celebration?”

“Of course.” She answered softly, and she surprisingly seemed serious. “If 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 wouldn’t have met you.”

Thor smiled and set down the bottle as Brunnhilde leaned her head on his left shoulder. Okay. So maybe he hadn’t lost everything. His smile grew as he touched the slab again. Maybe Loki hadn’t 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.

He’d promised to die protecting Loki.

And he didn’t.

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warriorrbunny · 7 years ago

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“Why… Why are you doing this?” Jimin’s voice is hoarse and soft, faltering. His gleaming eyes are searching for Jeongguk’s, warm and broken gaze raking over the younger’s features. When he speaks again, it’s barely above a whisper, and Jeongguk leans closer, rough palms cupping Jimin’s face with surprising gentleness.

“You kno—” he starts gingerly, lips moving just inches from Jimin’s 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.

“Jeonggukie, listen… Just— “Jimin 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 Jeongguk’s bare collarbones. Jeongguk’s right thumb draws circles onto his jawline, he blinks once, twice, slightly dizzy because of the velvety touch of Jimin’s skin, breath held back while waiting for the other to continue.

“Just stop. Please,” Jimin’s 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 omega’s jaw. Jimin swallows thickly, then again and again, not daring to break the silence, and Jeongguk follows the motion of his adam’s 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 Jeongguk’s broad, firm chest, but doesn’t make any attempt to push him away. His short nails scratch the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt as his fingers tremble. “There’s no point anymore, and you don’t have to go this far just because of a stupid promise we made when we were—”

“I’m not doing it because of our promise,” Jeongguk says quietly but so heated, his lowered voice comes out as a growl. “You know damn well why I’m doing it, and it’s nothing else but this,” he whispers into Jimin’s mouth, lips brushing briefly, making them both weak in the knees, stomach squeezing. His hands are gripping Jimin’s face and clasping his nape with enough strength that the elder can’t pull away. Then his flaring gaze meets Jimin’s 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 – 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 omega’s thinner body while his greedy, curious hands are roaming freely all over the exposed skin he can reach.

“S-stop, no—” Jimin stutters, squirming, spine arching like a bow. He lifts one leg to step back but his shaky fingers tangle into Jeongguk’s silky black hair. His cheeks are dusted pink with desire and embarrassment, he’s leaning into the alpha’s touch, the shame burning in the pit of his stomach not strong enough to make him pull away. “I can’t, Jeongguk, I can't—” 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 Jmin’s eyelashes as he sniffles and looks up timidly, hands resting on the younger’s 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.

“I can't— We can’t do this,” Jimin mumbles, nibbling on his swollen bottom lip, cheeks colored with abashment. He buries his face into the crook of Jeongguk’s neck, skin milky and radiating heat and smelling like autumn leaves and musk and almonds – all painfully familiar and yet alien. Jeongguk’s bony hand is huge, steady and warm on his back, he’s nosing along Jimin’s temple and the slender length of his neck, and the thought that he will reek of Jeongguk’s scent for at least a day now is like a heavy stone of dread dropping into Jimin’s stomach.

“We can’t do this,” he says again, louder this time, trying to distance their bodies but Jeongguk wraps his arms around him just tighter. “I— I belong to Namjoon now,” he utters softly, gaze averted, shoulders slumped in defeat. At hearing Namjoon’s name, there’s a warning little sound, close to a growl, coming from the back of Jeongguk’s throat.

“No,” he huffs, pressing his lips onto Jimin’s neck, right where the mark – Namjoon’s mark – 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 alpha’s filthy touch. “No,” he repeats, voice shaking with suppressed, scalding emotions, “don’t lie. You’ve never belonged to anyone else but me.”

Jimin hiccups, his salty tears soak the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt, his narrow shoulders are trembling and the mark on his neck stings – a constant reminder of his situation. Still, he remains silent and doesn’t deny the statement.

When Namjoon’s shrill gaze finds his, Jimin has to look away. He knows that his alpha can smell Jeongguk everywhere on him, and he can’t bear the sight of pure disappointment and betrayal shining in Namjoon’s dark, wise eyes.

”Welcome home, Jimin, ” 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 Jeongguk’s warmth but his wolf knows better, his wolf knows that right now he has to miss Namjoon’s dimpled smile and tender gaze more, miss the low rumble of Namjoon’s 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 – 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 – 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 i’m plotting it for months already #uni wants me dead ;___;#i’m 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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kagetsukai · 7 years ago

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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 don’t 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.

“Youknow those animals get purchased only to be returned, en mass, tolocal shelters that may or may not be able to reallocate them?” hepointed out after tearing her away from another box full ofmulticolored kittens.

Sheshot him a downright nasty glare and scoffed.

“Ifyou’re going to be such a Debbie downer, Varric, you can always gohome and be a grumpy curmudgeon all by yourself,” she said.

“Andleave you to be scalped by all the merchants or robbed by theurchins? Not on my life, Sunshine,” he grumbled. “Hawke wouldhave my skin.”

Bethanyrolled her eyes.

“Iam perfectly capable of defending myself, you know?” she said andlowered her voice. “I’m a mage, after all. You don’t need tobabysit me just to appease my overbearing brother.”

Varricbriefly thought how Garrett’s appeasement was the last reason why heoffered to escort Bethany around the festival, but he kept thosewords hidden tightly behind his teeth.

“Let’skeep that pretty face of yours out of the Gallows, shall we?” hesaid with a smirk. “Isabela would be devastated if you got yourselfapprehended by the Templars.”

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 Varric’s soul.

“Yes,she would be so disappointed if she couldn’t inflict her raunchyjokes on my poor, innocent ears.”

Hesquinted at her. “I highly doubt you’re as innocent as you say youare, Sunshine.”

Theglance and the shrug she shot him were positively flirty and he felthimself smile back.

“Wemay never know,” she replied in a sing-song voice and promptlystepped ahead of him. “Let’s get home, shall we? I want to freshenup before the theater production tonight.”

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 Bethany’s room without a ready explanation. Once at thedoor, he leaned in, hoping to hear the sounds from inside. To hissurprise, he heard Isabela’s voice.

“Justa couple more hair pins and you’re ready to go, sweetness.”

Forthe life of him, Varric could not understand why that pirate womanwas in Bethany’s room, doing her hair, out of all things.

“Doyou think he’ll like it?” he heard her ask in a timid, unsurevoice.

He?Varric quickly wrecked his brain, trying to figure out which mancould have caught Bethany’s 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.

“Honey,when he sees you all dolled up like this, he will have no choice butto ravish you on the spot,” Isabela replied in a drawl.

Asoft giggle tinkled from beyond the door.

“Ithink I will settle for him seeing me as a woman and not as Hawke’skid sister.”

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 Bethany’s 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 Varric’sexperience 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 Varric’s 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.

“Hi,”she 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.

“Youlook beautiful tonight, Bethany,” he said in a voice thatdefinitely sounded gruffer than usual. “Shall we head out?”

Hereyes widened at the use of her given name, the chocolate brownsparkling with emotions Varric was not yet willing to decipher.

“Ofcourse,” 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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sweetwater-betts · 7 years ago

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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 didn’t 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. “Gonna need some more over here,” She said in a not-so-clear-but-also-not-slurred voice. She wasn’t drunk enough yet. She could still think about what happened, and she wanted to do anything else but that.

The bartender grimaced. “We’re going to have to cut you off, Miss. You’ve had too many,” 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. “Arch?” She called into the darkness of her living room. Her hands slid against the wall, searching for the light switch. “Archie?” 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 hadn’t 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.

“Archie?” She whispered as she slowly opened the door, trying not to wake up her boyfriend too aggressively. That’s 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 Betty’s 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. “Archie doesn’t love you as much as you love him, Betty. This relationship is toxic, Betty. Leave him, Betty.” 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.

“Archie? Veronica?” The blond girl asked. She knew it was them, of course, but she was hoping she was wrong. Maybe this was a dream. She didn’“t just walk in on her bestfriend and boyfriend having sex, right? Betty, oh my god, wait.” Veronica panicked, pulling the sheets over her exposed body and tumbling off of Archie.

“Betty, let me explain,” Archie begged, following Veronica’s lead. Betty felt the blood rushing from her neck to her cheeks. “I don’t think this requires explaining, Archie Andrews. What’s happening her looks pretty obvious to me,” She fumed. “Well…” He trailed off, racking his brain for an excuse. He sighed. “Yeah, I got nothing.” Betty felt something snap.

“I’m going to castrate you Archibald!” Betty screamed. “Get out!” She screeched at the trembling Lodge. “Betty-” She tried and failed to negotiate with the hurt girl. “Get out!” She shouted again, throwing Veronica’s 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. “Betty, where are you going?” Her oblivious boyfriend dared to speak. Her head snapped in his direction. “Out! Don’t wait up,” 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 couldn’t think straight. She didn’t want to think anymore. She just wanted to drown in alcohol, so that’s what she was going to do.

She was pulled out of her reverie was a raspy voice. “Hey there, hot stuff.” it said. She rolled her eyes, looking towards the source of the noise. “Not interested,” She said, turning her attention away from him. “Playing hard to get? Sexy. I like feisty ones,” He purred. Betty leaned away from him. “Get lost, buddy,” 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.

“Let’s 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,” He whispered in her ear, already starting to pull her up by her waist. She writhed in his grasp. “No,” She said, trying to wriggle away, but he was too strong.

“It’s fine,” He assured her, “People have sex all the time. It’s nothin’.” Her heart beat quickened and her pulse started racing. “I don’t want to have sex with you, pig. Let go of me right now,” She said, her voice shaking with fear. He acted as if she hadn’t even spoke.

She was drunk enough to comprehend what was happening, but she wasn’t 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 hadn’t cheated on her. She hoped that her best friend hadn’t just betrayed her. She hoped that she wasn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 didn’t know when his pulling had come to a halt, but he hadn’t let go of her waist yet. She was still grateful, though.

She didn’t know why he had stopped until she turned around, following the creep’s line of vision. There was a boy about her age, running towards them with a bottle of vodka in his hand. “Hey, Lyla! I’m so sorry I took so long. Took me forever to find this.” He grinned, waving the bottle in the air. Betty was confused and captivated. Confused because her name wasn’t 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 Adam’s 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. “You’re not going to leave me here for him, are you? I thought we were going to have a night out together,” He pouted. Then it clicked. She smiled a small smile. At least not everyone was awful. Maybe this night would get better.

“Of course not, Eric,” She said. The attractive boy looked at the sinister man. “You can leave now,” He barked. The man looked to Betty, then to ‘Eric.’ “Now,” The latter repeated. The coward of a man scampered off, tail between his legs like a scared puppy. Betty sighed with relief.

“Thank you so much,” She said sincerely. “It was no problem. It saw him grabbing at you and did what any decent human would do.” He frowned. “Are you okay?” He stepped closer to her. She didn’t flinch like she did when the other stranger got closer to her. “I’m okay. Just a bit weirded out. What’s your name?” Betty inquired. “Jughead Jones,” He said with an outstretched hand. Betty took it and shook it with a genuine smile curving on her lips. “Well, Jughead Jones, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Betty Cooper.”

#bughead #betty x jughead #betty cooper #jughead jones #bughead fanfiction #poorly written #first fanfic

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Can you summarize the Class of Classics, please?

Story One:

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 mother’s books. But as every book they find the corresponding student disappears (Raven’s spell states “All I desire is for this gate (Book) to open and let us in!”), Everyone that disappears is of course part of the list I gave, all save Daring…They 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 isn’t 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 can’t (Apple: I guess this is a Show-Don’t-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, Melody’s grandfather)

Pied chooses a flute and rats come out and surrond him (Apple: Well, I think they’re adorable.) The rats won’t 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 “Okay. That’s fine with me. I always repay my debts” and with that Chshire went “Boo!” and all the rats ran away (Raven: That’s all it took?/Kitty: What? It worked didn’t it?)

Meldoy has a bad feeling about this…

The Next Day:

Cheshire Cat appears and gives Pied a near heart attack. Cheshire has appeared for that “favor” from yester day.

“I want to name your first child!”

“Go, Mom!”

Pied was surprised, thinking it was going to be something about doing homework for her (”Nope. That’s what I want.”) Pied agrees to it, saying it won’t be for a long time, but sure. Cheshire says she is going to choose the weirdest, bestest, most wonderlandian name of all time.

“Maybe (mom)’ll pick Brillig!”

“I want your child to be named Frumious! or Gree! or Manxome!”

Melody is afraid, she is thinking that Melody isn’t 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 Pied’s kid, she would pick something like Melody. She always loved names that ends in “Y.”

“Melody! I like that! I like that a lot!”

Raven, Apple, Melody, and Kitty all smile saying that Melody has Cheshire to thank for her name.

“I do love my name.”

“And your dad does, too!”

“I guess we are in sync after all!”

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.

It’s 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 “disruptive” 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 he’ll put a mouse hat onthe bandersnatch’s wig…er… i’ll 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 day’s notice if he plans on throwning another tea party.

“I think I can manage.” 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 can’t move (“Oh for crying out wolf!”)

The Story begins and Cerise and Raven sees Little Red Riding Hood eating lucnh (”Wow, my grandparents are right - I really do look like mom!”)

Big Badwolf appears and starts showing off, standing ontop of a chair on it’s hind legs and beats his chest - and almost instantly the legs break and falls. Students laughs and Big takes a bow.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week!” 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 “Tall Tales!”

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 “fairy-fail” on this assignment will ruin his reputation as a performer. Red sighs

“So…do you have any ideas?”

“I’m 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 idea…”

“Both of those sound interesting! What abou-”

“Oh, there are more ideas where those came from! I have another oidea about a troll-”

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 don’t take him seriously and he thinks it’s 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.

“You mean until chair broke and I fell head over tail?”

and they both laugh.

Badwolf says his ending there wasn’t the best, but Red said it was great he bounced back…And sometimes you have to be spontaneous (Forshadowing for night of the red rocket? *wink wink, nudge nudge*

Raven: Awwwww…Cerise, 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 can’t find him

“Charming Go Long!” the coach throws the book ball and the young man chases it, but trips literally over nothing and hits the ground missing the book.

“I can’t believe that’s dad.”

“Well, did he tell you that he was a hexcellent bookball player?”

“Now that you mention it, He didn’t… I guess I assumed he must’ve been at it because of the way he talks about it with Daring.”

Turns out that Charming isn’t 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

“It could be worse, Charming. At least you didn’t throw up.”

Pinoccho tells Charming to not torture himself over it and just ask her out.

“What if I ask her out and she says no?” Dexter glances over at Raven. Pinocchio continues pushing until Milton gives an announcement. There is a pig in the back ground…so Three pig’s father and or one of their uncles.

Apparently Goldilocks says that Little Bo Peep and Sleeping Beauty aren’t going to be able to turn in their articles for the school paper and if anyone’s got the inclination to help her with the layout and the editing…

And just like the man Charming is, Pinocchio calls out that Charming himself would do it. Goldilocks agrees.

“You can thank me later,” 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. (”Awwwwwwwwwww!!)

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 wasn’t 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.

“Exactly right, Snow! Well done.” It’s nice to see that someone is paying attention.” She says eyeing Evil Queen and her platinum blond hair. Here, fans only the theory of “Apple and Raven switched at birth” 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 doesn’t apply herself more, her grades are maginal at best.

“I 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!”

Apple: I see where you got your boldness from!

and Evil Storms out of Grimm’s office.

Later Evil finds Snow White staring at a dragonsport poster.

“Snow white? Playing dragon sport? That’s a laugh! She is too afraid to try out!” Then she had an evil plan.

At the library in the section for “Future Villains only” Evil finds herself a book for her evil prank, and laughs evilly…and 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 can’t 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.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ve had enough magic for one night. Let’s walk”

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 likes…Darling 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!

“That reminds me, I must impress upon you the importance of really thinking through your spells.There’s nothing worse than an evil spell that doesn’t work out the way you intended.”

“Okay, mom. But I’m not going to let you forget you did something good once, even if you won’t admit it. Maybe there is a little bit of you in me, ever after all.”

#ever after high #raven queen #apple white #cerise hood #maddie hatter #melody piper

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