#we as a society need more art of her with her hair down

[titaniumions]

her design is so fun to deconstruct

[doomedmoth]

Better kind of best friend (part 2)

Pairing : Reader x Alexandra Saint Mleux x Charles Leclerc | Poly & bisexual fem!reader

Warnings : slight emotional cheating, obsessive/possessive/manipulative behavior, suggestive content/smut, fluff then angst then dark fluff, inaccurate racing calendar and school programs, polyamory, use of y/n, slight dacryphilia

Synopsis : When you left the UK for a year long art restoration program in Monaco, you mainly wanted to make some friends. What you didn't expect was to find your best friend on the first day. And then fall in love with her. And then get tangled in the web of Monaco high society as her boyfriend came back to town, unaware of your little affairs. What the fuck happened to you, you just wanted to make some friends...

Moth's prophecy💡 : Hi cryptids ! Thank you for being so supportive, here is the awaited part two with the arrival of Charles ! You can find part one here if you haven’t read it yet. For the sake of it being easier to read for everyone, the dialogues between Alex and Charles are written in English, even though they would speak French between them. We got some angst, we got some very light suggestive content, we got some manic episodes, and that should leave us with the tasty fucked up shit for the last (two lasts ?) chapters. Enjoy !

“Y/N… I’m sorry I…. I have a boyfriend…”

In a fraction of second, the room felt very cold. You suddenly took into account the breeze from the open window, and the uncomfortable scratch of the hair curlers against your scalp, itching to get off. The taste of red wine on your tongue started to feel like a thick paste, making it hard to breathe, and as you got up and away from Alexandra, your head spun, as if you had been hit by a ton of bricks. You needed some air.

“Wait !” Alexandra tried to hold your hand, bring you back down to the ground, but her fingers felt like fire against your skin, and not the enjoyable type. You tried to get away, so she rose up, closing the gap to you. “Please, listen to me… I’m sorry, I know I should have told you earlier…”

You could barely make out her voice with the sounds of the street below her apartment. And why was she looking at you like that, like a deer caught in headlights, like… Like she pitied you ? You felt sick.

“Yeah… Yeah, you should have.” You probably should have felt embarrassed yourself. Shameful you even tried something. But you quickly realized the sickness you felt was not due to shame or sadness, but anger. Two full months had passed, and not more than a day or two had gone by where you hadn’t been together. “Not once, in two months, did you think of mentioning it ?”

You heard yourself as if someone else was speaking. Thoughts swirling in your mind, replaying each of her words and action. Had you missed a hint somewhere ? Were you in the wrong here ? You could replay the movie a hundred times and still, you were sure you would find no flaw. All the nights she had fell asleep in your arms, all the kisses she had peppered your skin with, all the touches and the petnames, now you could see clearly how inappropriate they would have been for anyone with a boyfriend.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” Her breathing got heavier and tears started coming to her eyes, yet you had never felt so little pity towards someone. “I didn’t want it to change what we have, and it all got so confusing so quickly for me, I…”

“Because it wasn’t confusing for me ?” You raised your voice at her. You probably should not have, but she had just half-admitted to knowing her behavior had crossed some boundaries. “Please tell me you are in an open relationship. Please Alex… tell me you haven’t just lied to me.” You were pleading, begging. Don’t they say bargaining is one of the five stages of grief ? But her silence and shameful eyes gave you every answer you needed.

“I didn’t lie I… I just didn’t talk about it…”

“It’s the same fucking thing !” Definitely pushing her arms away from you, you started to gather your things from the floor of her living room. Thankfully, you hadn’t changed into your pajamas yet, you thought, or the scene would have been even more embarrassing.

“I didn’t know what to do !” Tears now rolling down her pink cheeks, she was following you around, words tumbling down in a rush to get her point across. “It all happened so quickly and he’s not home and you… You’ve been everything to me, please trust me ! Y/N, please stop !” She tugged at your arm once more, and cupped your face between her hands. Still crying, she planted a soft kiss on your lips, trembling, but this time, you were the one who pulled away. “I’ve never felt this way for a girl before… I’ve never had feeling like this for another woman, or anyone truly and-“

“Oh no.” You immediately cut her off and took two steps back. “No, this is not happening.” Throwing your things in your bag in a hurry, you couldn’t even look at her anymore or else you were sure you would end up either giving in or spitting to her face. “I am not about to be your little uni experiment, your fucking distraction before you go back to the safety of a man’s arms.”

Putting your bag on your shoulder and throwing her curlers to the floor, you gave her one last look, filled with all the anger and disappointment you could muster. So that was it, then ? Fuck it, even crying she was pretty. She had fallen back down to her knees and for a second, you saw yourself laying above her, kissing her wet cheeks, brushing her hair. Maybe you could have her for a night, a few days, a parenthesis of happiness until the man returned. It could not last, but it could exist. Scraping the last bits of this relationship like the bottom of a candle, and you would keep the remnants of it in a secret part of your brain until the year ended. But you knew the pain would be too much. And it wasn’t why you came here in the first place.

“I know what I’m worth, Alex. And I’m worth more than that.”

“Ah cazzo per l’amor del cielo Y/N !” You hid yourself deeper under the cover of your bed as Chiara barged in your room. “Get out !” She pulled on the blanket, as you sighed and whined, too tired to fight. The ginger girl crouched next to you, eyes pleading. “Please make her leave, she’s been knocking on the door since we kicked her out and we can’t close, Marco forgot his keys.” She took one of your hand in hers to help you sit on the edge. “If you don’t, I honestly can’t promise she won’t come in during the night and I actually want to sleep for once. So please. Go.”

You nodded bashfully as she left the room, visibly annoyed. For two weeks now, all eight other students had had to deal with the awkward mood your friendship breakup had installed in the workshop. And that implied, unfortunately for your roommates, Alex coming in at unholy hours, begging to be heard. It was honestly a miracle no one had told you two to fuck off until now.

You pushed the curtains back as quietly as possible, peeking through the window at the entrance of the house. And indeed, there she was, banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and got up to put a coat over your pajamas. In your closet, not-so-well hidden, the scarf she had left you not long before it all went to shit… Your fingers brushed slightly over it, but you left it in place, and headed down the stairs. In the smallest living room, sipping tea and glancing at you, were your two German roommates. You mouthed a “sorry” at them, and opened the door, immediately pushing Alex away from it.

“Stop it before they call the cops on you.” You crossed your arms and took a good look at her. Fiddling with the worn-out sleeves of a sweater your recognized as yours, she looked exhausted. Dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, she was far from the walking ray of sunshine you had known. You sighed, and started walking towards the parking lot a bit further down the main path, where you knew she had probably parked. “Come. We’ve bothered them enough.”

She followed without making a sound, her head down. You recognized her car, and sat on the small low wall facing it. She tried to sit next to you, but when she felt you move away, decided to stay up. You looked at each other for a while, your silence only interrupted by a few night birds’ chirps and the waves down in the bay.

Two weeks had passed since what you called in your head “the accident”. And if you had trouble living with the aftermath, Alexandra was taking it even worse than you. In order to protect yourself and allow to maybe, one day, recover something good from it, you decided to keep your interactions strictly confined to the subject of the workshop. Considering your two roles had very little to share at this point of the project, it meant that you were pretty much free to ignore her without being too much of a bitch. And lord knew it would have been too hard to stay mad at her with extended contact. Even right now, as she raised her doe eyes at you, you could feel your confidence faltering.

When you were alone in your bed at night, cuddling the plushie she had won you at the funfair, that was when you questioned if you were doing the right thing. After all, she had not promised you anything. You had lived in fantasies, daydreams of a romance carefully crafted by your need for love. Maybe she was like that with all of her friends. Maybe you could go back to being friends.

But no. She had confessed to knowing. To lying. To having feelings too. There was no coming back from this. Only growth and lessons. And right now, this meant for you some space.

“Well, are you going to talk ?” She opened her mouth, then seemed to reconsider, and you groaned. “It’s already 10 and I’m freezing cold, if you got nothing to say I’m leaving.” You started to get up but she put her hands up.

“Wait ! Okay wait sorry, please stay…” You sat back down, closing your coat tighter. “Thank you. I… Okay hm. Putain. Bon.” She took an inspiration, and you knew this meant she was going to talk non stop until her mouth ran dry. “I’m sorry about everything that happened, from our meeting to tonight. I fucked up. I omitted things and I lied and I did everything I could to stay in your good graces because I grew so fond of you so quickly I didn’t know how to deal with it. I really thought we could be best friends and you know I’ve never been really good with girl friendships I told you about it and I admit I may have crossed the line a bit, once or twice but-“ You could not help but scoff. “What ?”

“Sorry, please do go on”

“No, what, tell me ?” She raised her hand to you, and you did not take it.

“Once or twice ? A bit ?” Her lips started trembling and you stopped her before she could start talking again. “Alex. Friends don’t do any of the shit we did. Friends probably don’t sleep almost naked together and cuddling ! God damn it, you hand-fed me pastries in my bed, and you think that’s a little over the line ?” You heard yourself screaming and tried to take a deep breath, but the freezing air only made your lungs hurt even more.

“I’m sorry ! I wish I could tell you I didn’t know but…” She was shaking, from stress or the cold, you did not know. Finally she raised her eyes, and you felt like she was going to be honest, with herself and you, for the first time in weeks. “But the truth is I knew. I knew there could be something more and I wanted it too. I… I think I still want it. But there’s-“

“There’s your boyfriend. Honestly Alex, with all due respect, fuck off. How can you tell me that straight in the eye ? I’m not some homewrecker, and to be completely honest with you” You got up and took a step forward, pushing your index finger against her shoulder. “Even if you guys broke up I wouldn’t want anything with you.” Wow. Nice lie. But at least it seemed to hurt her in all the right places. “You should have experimented back when you were single like everyone else. You played with my feelings, knowing them and knowing we had no chance at anything serious. I did not have a say in this !” At this point you were very thankful you were the only house around, because you were fully screaming. “All I wanted was to make some fucking friends Alex ! And no friend in their right mind would have done what you did to me. So please, if you have nothing more than empty apologies and more pain to offer… please leave.”

“I really like you.” She breathed out the words in a whisper, and it broke the last loose screw of your sanity.

“And I love you !” There. Out it was, your great love confession, blown away by the wind of the sea, destined to forever belong only to the cries of the seagulls. In the end, it wasn’t so hard to say. “But sometimes it’s not enough. Love isn’t enough.” Turning your back to her, you thought this was truly the end. Nothing was salvageable from that night. “Goodnight Alexandra.”

You almost ran back up the parking lot to the gate of the house, through the living room now empty, and up the stairs. You were about to enter your room, but went to the one to your left, Chiara’s. Her window was opened and she was sitting on the edge of it, smoking a joint. Of course, she had heard everything.

“Trouble in paradise ?”

“Fuck off.” You went next to her, taking the joint from her hands. From her seat, she had had a direct view of the whole scene, sound and light.

You took a drag, almost immediately coughing. The weed was disgusting, not half as good as the one you were used to, and Chiara gave you a look of approval, a kind of “it’s the only thing I could find”. Without knowing how or why, you broke down in tears.

When Charles finally hung up from his phone call with his manager, he raised his eyes to see that the taxi had already entered Monaco. The morning light was piercing through the clouds, shining on the wet pavement as to signal the end of the week-long downpour.

Finally home, he thought. He could not wait to be back at his apartment, and enjoy the rare two and a half weeks break before the last races of the year. The flight had been so long, his whole body was still sore from yesterday’s race, and still he was excited for the day to come. He would come home, and have Alexandra greeting him as usual, full of anecdotes and gossips to share. He would give her the gifts he had prepared, and then they would order from the Chinese restaurant they loved. Eat together, chill a bit, probably have sex. Then tomorrow they would go to his mom’s, take the opportunity to get a haircut, and maybe see some friends. He grinned at the perspective of a few days unplanned, going with the flow. Those were so rare nowadays.

The excitement made him tip the driver even more than usual, and he went up the stairs running, his bags almost scattering on the floor multiple times. But as he opened the door, still smiling, his excitement quickly faded. The apartment was completely empty, as if no one had been in it in weeks. He entered carefully, calling for Alexandra, but no answer. Every room still smelled of cleaning products, proof that except for the cleaning lady last Wednesday, it had been desert of any life.

Charles, starting to worry, tried calling his girlfriend multiple times, to no avail. So he threw all of his bags in the bedroom, changed his sweater, took his car keys and double of hers and decided to go check her own apartment. She was never in it, but maybe something had happened ? Thankfully, word hadn’t yet gone out that he was back, which means he was able to get his car out and through Monaco’s streets without any trouble.

The sight when he opened her door was even worse than at his own place. The usually immaculate apartment was in a mess, clothes everywhere on the floor, dishes piling up in the sink, and a good amount of paper bags from food orders scattered across the kitchen. In all of this, a few sobs could be heard.

“Alex ? Mon amour, where are you ?” Charles called out, voice cracking with concern as he navigated the mess in the apartment, searching for any sign of his girlfriend.

Finally, he found her curled up on the couch, hidden under a blanket, desperately sobbing and shaking as she held close a huge plushie he did not recognize. Charles rushed to her side, dropping to his knees next to the couch and wrapping his arms around her. She immediately pulled him in closer, drenching his sweater in tears.

“Hey, hey breathe love… what’s wrong, tell me what’s going on ?” He murmured and tried to hold her face to his, but she would always push back against his neck.

He finally managed to cup her cheeks and started to kiss her face, repeating again and again that she had to breathe. He honestly did not know what to do, he had never seen her so vulnerable, so… broken ? His heart shattered at the mere thought of what could have brought her to this point.

“I- I fucked up Charles…” Alexandra chocked out, her voice breaking in uncontrollable sobs. If she had managed to talk, she would now not let go of his arms, and Charles winced as she buried her nails in them.

“Baby tell me what happened, it can’t be that bad, it’s okay we’ll manage…”

Suddenly Alex’s eyes stayed fixated on Charles’, and her tears calmed down, along with her erratic breathing. She seemed to realize something, and started apologizing profusely. When she managed to talk again, Charles was completely lost as to what had happened.

“I’m sorry… it’s nothing, it’s just… It’s Y/N” Charles nodded. He was actually pretty excited to come back also for you, the mysterious new friend of Alex which she wouldn’t stop teasing him about. She supposedly wanted him to meet you, and Charles had been witness to so many attempts from Alex at making girl friends, he was glad she had finally managed. You seemed like a good person, from what he heard. “We… we got into an argument. We’re not friends anymore. It was my fault and it’s over.”

Charles’ brows furrowed as he helped Alex get out of the blanket. That was it ? Sure, you had seemed like an good friend to Alex, but she had lost a few friends along the way growing up, and none had ever provoked such an extreme reaction. He glanced around the room again, at the state of the whole apartment. But when his eyes landed back on Alexandra, he could feel the plea on her face to not dig much more.

Of course there was more to it. But what kind of friend’s argument would lead to someone completely breaking down like that ?

As Charles held his girlfriend to his chest, rubbing her back and slowly calming her down, he glanced at her phone, and decided he would probably get more directly from you.

Well shit, it was fancy. As you entered the restaurant in the most luxurious part of Monaco, you started to really regret your choice of clothing. Even the lady in charge of welcoming clients eyed you up and down before raising a brow, clearly not impressed.

“I have a reservation ? Well someone invited me, his name’s Charles ?” You could feel yourself blushing as she gauged you.

She then gestured for you to wait to the side as she left towards the back of the restaurant. When she came back, it was to tell you to follow her.

Hidden behind the bar, far from any windows, were a few booths, carefully covered with flower arrangements and ivy leaves curtains. In the one you followed the lady to, a man was sitting, probably around your age, with light brown hair and piercing green eyes. Some curls were falling down on his forehead, and when he raised his head and smiled at you, dimples immediately appeared. Of course he was cute. Of course she had to have a gorgeous boyfriend too.

“Y/N ! Am I pronouncing it right ?” He stood up and thanked the lady, then gestured you to sit in front of him. You nodded and sat back down with him. “So nice to finally meet you ! I’ve heard so much.”

You couldn’t say the same, unfortunately, and the chuckle that left your mouth couldn’t have been repressed even if you tried.

You thanked him, and as he gave you time to scan the menu, you could not prevent yourself from stealing glances. He was dressed pretty casually too, which made you feel better about your own outfit, but you got the same feeling from him as you did from Alexandra when you first met her. There was something rich about the man, luxurious, in the way he presented himself, smiled and talked. And god, the more you looked at him, the more you could tell why she had fallen in love with him. This was the kind of guy you only ever saw in magazines, too pretty to be true. You felt yourself getting dizzy, and put your attention back on the menu. You were probably tired and in need of caffeine, why else would you feel so weak ?

Yet you had no idea he was doing the exact same thing, going over every little detail of your face and posture in his head. He had heard from you, sure, but not as much as he told, and most importantly, he had never seen you, even in pictures. Nothing could have prepared him, honestly. There was something about you, he wasn’t sure if it was physically or in the way you held yourself, that made his heart flutter. Suddenly he felt a bit shy, and completely unable to stop peeking at you. But he quickly reminded himself of why he was here, and chased his thoughts as far away as possible.

“Thank you for coming, first of all.” You gave him a polite smile and thanked the waiter for your coffee. “I’ll be honest with you, especially on the matter of why Alex isn’t here.” There it was. You shifted in your seat, a bit uncomfortable. The closest exit was in sight, thankfully, in case he made a scene or started to threaten you. You had no idea what he knew, and it scared you a bit. “I… I came home two days ago. And Alex was…” He sour laughed, and started playing with his spoon. “A mess. I think it’s the best way to say it. I tried to make her talk but… only thing she gave away is that you two had an argument ? And that it was her fault. But I’ve never seen her like that before. I… I would like, if you don’t mind, I’d like to know what happened.”

Oh shit. So she hadn’t told him anything. Well of course, lie by omission seemed to be her thing. Were you really about to be the one to break the news to her boyfriend, who by the way seemed like a sweetheart, that her girlfriend had almost cheated ?

He gave you an encouraging smile, and you gripped your cup tighter. Why did they have to look so much alike. Everything about him was warm, kind, you could not hurt him even if you tried. What would it bring you, to do that ? Break them up ? And then what ? She was too out of it to do anything good with herself on her own. He seemed like a good person. And you were not a home wrecker. Sure, you didn’t work out. But maybe they could. You were the problem, she hadn’t fully cheated, she still had a chance at fixing up her couple. Who would you be to deny her.

“I don’t have much more to say honestly. We had a disagreement, one of which you can’t work through sometimes. It’s okay.” You gave a forced smile, and Charles was confident in that instant that there was more to it. This kind of painful conclusion, he knew them too well.

“Are you sure ? You seem upset.” You crossed your arms and he felt like he had maybe pushed too far.

“Yes. It’s been tough but I’ll get through it, and Alex will too. Maybe we’ll work it out, maybe we won’t, that’s our problem I’m afraid. Sorry you had to deal with the aftermath.”

You saw in his pinched lips, in the way his eyes scanned you, that he wanted to press further. But you wouldn’t be the truth bearer. You had done enough. Alex’s commitment to honesty would be his only way of finding out. And it seemed he realized it, because he nodded, and thanked you.

You thought you were done, but he shifted the conversation to lighter topics, your life in Monaco, how the workshop was going. He seemed really interested, and you realized you hadn’t made as much friends as you wished because of your closeness with Alex. So you gave in to the attention. And you realized you craved it, especially when it came from people who seemed a life away from you.

“What about you ? Out of state often, I understood ?”

“Why don’t you take a guess ?” He rested his face on his closed knuckles, and you closed the gap to him, faking analyzing his face. This made him chuckle, and his laugh tugged at your heart in ways you weren’t sure you liked.

“You don’t look like a business man.” He faked an offended face, then winked. Were all monegasques raised to be teases ? “Out often and comfortable with money ? We’re in a private booth where the staff seems to know you… I’d say an athlete maybe ?”

“Bingo !” He made his spoon ring on the rim of your cup, and sat back against his chair. There was a coolness in the way he moved and talked, something mesmerizing.

You thought he was collected. Truth is, thoughts raced through his brain at light speed and the more you talked, the less he listened. If there was something they had always agreed on was with Alexandra, it was that being in a relationship did not mean you found everyone but your partner disgusting suddenly. They were honest about their admiration for other’s looks and personalities, both convinced it was part of the human experience. And so he tried to persuade himself that this meeting was just that, another girl he just found pretty. And interesting. With a smooth voice. And nice fingers. Whose hair would probably look gorgeous laid out on his pillows. And fuck, he thought. That was not good. Not good at all.

Before he would start blushing again, mind filled with unholy pictures, he decided it was time to leave. You were a bit surprised at the abruptness of it, but agreed, you had things to do too. As you stood up, he looked a bit embarrassed.

“I know it might sound weird but… would you mind waiting a minute before leaving ? Giving me a head start.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and laughed. “Everything’s already paid for I’m not trying to scam you ! Just… I think it’s better for you if we don’t leave together.”

You furrowed your brows, not really understanding the request, but sat back down. You were too tired to fight about that.

“Thanks, you’re a dear. You have my number, let’s stay in touch !” And just like that, he was gone.

When you left the booth two minutes later, as requested, you heard a commotion right outside the restaurant. You quickly walked through the crowd gathering on the side of the terrace and started leaving when something caught your attention. A kid, screaming a name you had heard not so long ago.

You walked a bit further down the square and looked back to see Charles in the middle of the crowd, being photographed by paparazzis and families, signing autographs and struggling to get out. When he finally did manage, he entered a slick black car which looked like a million pounds, and left without even glancing back at the crowd.

“Charles… Monaco… Athlete…”You entered the words in Google, and found him immediately. A Formula 1 Driver. A fan favorite, it seemed. “Alex you bitch you could have warned me that he’s famous…”

Still, his request had got you out of a very sticky situation, and you were grateful you would not find yourself in newspapers tomorrow. So you switched to your text messages, and sent to Charles a thanks for the heads up.

Unknowingly to you, he sat in his parking lot for ten minutes before going back to his apartment, staring at his screen and blushing like a teenager.

Charles was tired. It had been more a week since his return, and Alexandra gave no signs of improvement, despite his tries. She would keep up the appearances in public, but made no effort at home, and avoided all friends or family gatherings he attended. And still, she would refuse to talk.

After he came back from having a drink with you, another one he did not tell Alexandra about, another one he had to sit out the excitement of in his car, another one that convinced him that you could be essential to making her feel better, because you made him feel good, he decided it was enough.

Alex was sitting on the couch, her plushie always glued to her, watching the cars go by. At least she had accepted to come back to his apartment. He brought her tea and took the plushie away from her, not without getting a whine in return.

“Alex, we need to talk.” She gave him her usual sad puppy eyes, but this time, Charles was decided to not let her manipulate him. “It’s gonna be okay, I’ll be here no matter what. But you have to tell me what happened. It can’t go on like that.” Finally she sighed and sat straighter on the couch, trading her sad eyes for the stone cold face she wore when he wasn’t around.

“Yeah you’re right.” She let out a shaky breath, betraying her anxiousness, then took Charles’ hands in hers. Finally, they would maybe be able to move on. Finally he might get back his lover. “I… I lied to you. About Y/N.” Obviously, thought Charles, and though he did not want to admit it, he had a small idea of why. She planted her eyes in his, and holding his hand tighter, finally said the truth out loud. “I never told Y/N about you. I never even told her I had a boyfriend. I should have been honest from the beginning, but it got confusing very quickly, and I didn’t want to ruin… I’d say our friendship but I know it was more than that.”

He knew it. It pained him to admit it, but he had had a feeling, and his instinct rarely lied. Now the only thing left was to find out how much had happened. Unable to speak up, he nodded to encourage her to keep going.

“I was scared of losing her and losing you. I told you about her because I thought if you two met, it would just be me and my two favorites people and everything would be great. I didn’t think further than that. But… but I knew she had feelings and I liked it, I liked having someone so… devoted to me.” That didn’t surprise him. Alex had always had a praise kink, worshipping her might be the fastest way to her heart. “And I guess I ended up falling for her too.”

As Alexandra’s voice became shakier, he knew he was touching the main subject. It was already a lot, he needed to process, but he needed the full picture for it.

“Mon coeur, I need you to be completely honest. Did something happen between you two ?” He saw her hesitating for a moment, before nodding, her gaze fixed on their hands still holding.

“Yes.” She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “We kissed… I pulled away but I didn’t want to.”

Charles finally pulled his hands away from hers and got up. He felt hurt. Betrayed. Used. He had been kept in the dark both by his own girlfriend and you, truly the butt of the joke. Yet he felt empty of any anger. He looked at the little decorations in the living room. They would be so easy to smash. Probably satisfying. Yet when he brushed his fingers against it, he only managed to push them back in their exact place, all perfectly symmetrical. Strangely, it brought him more comfort than punching something.

“Are you not going to say anything ?” Her voice was still shaky, he could feel she tried very hard not to cry. And the only thing he wanted was for her to break down so he could hold her as close as possible and kiss her tears.

“What does this mean for us ?” He turned back to her, and she tried to hold his gaze.

“I don’t know… I’m in love with you. I know you probably want to tell me to fuck off but I need to say the truth. This has taken nothing from us, from what I feel for you. If anything, I’m finally feeling better now that you’re back. But I can’t deny that I had never thought about… about me, and another girl, like I did with her. I’ve never felt this way, it was like my heart was so full it could explode. I don’t know what I wanted from it Charlie, I… Nothing good could have happened, I fucked up, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you.” Finally, she lost it. Tears streaming down her face, she looked exhausted. “I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anyone. I can’t loose you I’ll do anything but I can’t live without you Charlie…”

Charles sat next to her and she threw herself in his arms, sobbing. He could not tell her. What would he even say ? “No worries baby, I can’t even manage to get angry at you for almost cheating because I think daily of fucking the friend you had a homoerotic codependent friendship with ?”. Or maybe “I wish I could focus on reassuring you that I’m still in love with you but telling you you’re pretty when you cry is not a compliment my mom taught me ?”. In the end, he opted for kissing the top of her head and softly stroking her back.

“Okay Alex okay… calm down… We’re gonna manage…” He gave her hand a squeeze, and drying some tears with a finger, kissed her cheek. “We’ll get through this together.”

Unfortunately for Charles, Alexandra’s moods swings came back full force, and soon enough she was back to shaking in his arms, this time from despair, hands clenched into fists on her knees.

“Why… why are you so calm about this ?” She demanded, voice trembling and brows furrowed. “I’ve just confessed to kissing someone and you act like it’s no big deal !”

Charles knew all of this, knew he should be angry, and he barely stopped himself from chuckling when he looked at the little statues he wanted to smash against the floor earlier. But he felt a strange sense of understanding and compassion which only made him calmer the more he let in his own fucked up thoughts.

“It’s not that I’m not upset, mon coeur.” Charles said softly, choosing his words carefully. “I just think maybe now’s not the right time to talk about this. You’re clearly exhausted and you’ve already been very honest with me. You need to rest. And I need to process some things.”

She agreed, her shaking slowing down once more, and he finally convinced her to have a shower and get to bed. She did so without arguing more, and Charles went on his balcony, completely worn out. When he opened his phone, he was greeted with a message that made his heart jump once more.

“Thx again for the evening, it was so fun ! Hope you got home safely, xoxo”

Looking at the light of his bedroom that just turned on, he chose not to answer. The rollercoaster had been enough for today, he needed a rest too.

Though he had struggled, Charles had managed to convince Alexandra he had no intent of breaking up with her, and even that going with him to the second to last race would do her good. The weather was still good in Qatar, she could see the girls, get spoiled and pampered. He knew it would take time to get her back, and maybe she would never be exactly the same. But he wouldn’t stop trying.

On your side, you had been forced to retreat to your bedroom with your computer as none of your roommates seemed to enjoy having the race on the living room main screen at 6 in the morning. You did not care much yourself, Charles had tried to explain some basic things to you before he left but none of it was familiar for someone like you who didn’t even have her driving licence. Still, supporting friends, right ? It felt weird to call him a friend. Just as it had felt weird for Alex. You groaned, thinking that each time, you had been the problem. Why couldn’t you be attracted to anyone else in the whole country ?

When your eyes laid back on the screen, you got reminded why. Because in his fireproof suit, sweating and winking at the camera, you had to scratch your brain with a knife to even think back of any men with as much charisma. Because his skin was soft and his hair smelt good, you knew it and you wouldn’t dare to say how. Because seeing behind him in the interview the girl you still were in love with did not diminish your attraction in the slightest. If anything, you almost threw your computer to the ground when the thought of what they looked like together kissing came to your mind.

When you came out of the bathroom, a few hours later, your phone was ringing. You answered with a smile to the man whose voice was filled with both exhaustion and excitement.

“Hey Charles ! Nice race out there !”

“Did you manage to follow everything ?”

“I did not remember shit of what you told me !” You laughed, and heard him do the same. “But you finished third ! That’s good in any sport, right ?”

“Yeah, good enough we’ll say, could have done better though.” You pictured him as he spoke, hands scratching the nape of his neck, a little smirk making his dimples appear. “Thank you for watching. I appreciate it.”

He sat on the side of his hotel bed, smiling like a child. He didn’t even know why he called you. He had plenty of people around to congratulate him. Yet it was always nice to know someone far thought of him.

“Charles…” Your voice was suddenly tinged with concern. You had seen the polite smiles and waves to the press. But you knew her, and you knew it had not gotten better. And you were done being the big girl, you needed to know. “Is Alex ok ? I’ve seen her on TV and she looks… well you know. Still not herself.”

He got back up and walked to the window, thinking of what to say. Though you had kept in touch since your first meeting, he hadn’t told you of Alex’s confession. Maybe it was time.

“Yeah… It’s been rough for her, hm… Y/N I’ve been made aware of some things and… now’s not the right time, but when we’re back in Monaco, with Alex, I think… I think we should have a talk, the three of us.”

Your heart jumped at the suggestion, guilt eating you out. So he knew. You looked at the stairs, echoes of your roommates’ laughter coming from downstairs. Yeah, you really needed some new friends, before you were about to loose another one.

“I- I’ll be there.” Charles thanked you and ended the call, promising to keep you updated. As he turned around, his own guilt trip was waiting for him in the form of Alexandra, who had just entered the room.

He braced himself for an argument. The new information of him talking to her… whatever you were for her, would surely trigger confusion, and anger. She would tell him that he was not better than her. She would probably put the blame on you. Would she try to hit him ? Mind drifting completely elsewhere, he thought it would be fun to see her try, before punching himself mentally to focus. But when she finally spoke, nothing could have prepared him.

“It’s not fair.” Her voice was breaking but she wasn’t crying, fists clenched. “It’s not fair that she’s not talking to me ! Why won’t she talk to me anymore !” She wasn’t upset because he had been talking to you. She was jealous your attention had been shifted to someone else. And as she paced around the room, Charles sat on the bed, thinking that the manic episode was about to start. “I miss her. I need her.” She came close to him and the way she held his shoulders and forced him to look her in the eye both scared and excited him. “And if my only way of getting her back is you, you best believe I’m taking my chances.”

As the day went on and Charles witnessed the evolution of his girlfriend’s almost-psychotic episode, he thought that maybe some of her ideas weren’t so bad. In the end, he wasn’t the only one who had been a little too obsessed with you recently. What if the way out of this for them, as a couple, was simply to give in ?

So he confessed to everything. Listened. Gave his opinion. Kissed every centimeter of skin he could and agreed with every idea she moaned out loud as she bounced up on him. And when she fell asleep in his arms, smiling, Charles thought that the price to pay for a ray of sunshine wasn’t so bad.

Something had changed. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly what, but you felt as if you were nothing more than an antelope being hunted in one of those wildlife documentaries you used to watch as a child.

Why had you even dressed up ? The dress wasn’t comfortable and way too light for December, your hair was tied too tight, but at least the staff didn’t look down on you this time. When Charles said you looked gorgeous, you thought it was not so bad, and sat straighter.

It was your first time seeing the two of them together somewhere else than on pictures. They were dressed to the nines, and matching perfectly, from the black velvety outfits to the silver of their jewelry. It seemed Alex had finally managed to sleep, because she looked as good as the first day, as good as the hot summer nights, as good as the time you kissed her. Charles was keeping his hand on her thigh, and everytime he squeezed her, you felt like you were about to faint.

You tried to be cautious. Ordering alcohol to calm your nerves had probably not been the best idea, because at some point you weren’t able to remember if their voice had always been this sultry or if you were already tipsy.

They had apologized, both of them. Alex in great details, and this time you let her talk. To be honest, you were tired. It had been long enough. You missed your friend. When she said out loud every thought that ran through your head, your last arguments all flew away. Had the two of you not suffered enough ? Had Charles not been a great meeting ? There was so much more she wanted to share with you, and you only managed to whisper littles “yes”. She would be better, she said. She promised. The best of best friends.

And so when she touched your hand, you did not retreat. And when the both of them asked you what you thought, all red smiles and white canines, you barely managed to breath out.

“Yes, sure… let’s try being friends again.”

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

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Linger

chapter 01 "such a fool for you" masterlist 2.4k words

The grandeur of Lady Danbury's ballroom shimmered with the radiance of candlelight and the elegant attire of London's high society. It was the much-anticipated event that marked the commencement of the social season, something the whole ton looked forward to.

It was where the Queen picked her diamond, where the tone was set for the new season, where ladies vied for the most eligible bachelor’s attention. It was places and events like these where you got glimpses of him.

You were no stranger to the Bridgerton family, you practically grew up side by side with Daphne. She was your dearest friend. But that meant also growing up close to her older brothers, one of which you had pined for for years. Since you came to even know what the word or feeling meant.

Benedict Bridgerton had been the man you dreamt of, longed for. He had an air about him that captivated anyone who paid attention to him. Dark hair, deep eyes, a generous smile, and a soft touch (when he did graze your skin during dances or careful passes). You were a fool for him.

Several summers back, when you were just 15, your parents had made haste for Paris. A true hub of sophistication that matched London, you were able to hone your language skills and etiquette, as well as see some fine art along the way. When you returned just before your debut last season, so you could go through the challenges alongside your friend Daphne as new debutantes.. You noticed a change in Benedict.

He was more watchful, more keen to seek you out, more than willing to have his name on your dance card. He had also made it known when he didn’t particularly like a potential suitor.

Last season, he had all but ran off any gentleman who had wanted to even formulate the idea of courting you. This season? You vowed you wouldn’t let him stand in the way, unless he had some kind of explanation for his behavior.

Tonight, you had sought out Daphne as soon as she arrived, eager for some companionship that did not warrant endless get to know you questions from a gentleman.

“Has your Grace sent you off to fend for yourself this evening?” You asked her from behind, which made Daphne immediately turn on her heel to face you.

“I’m afraid he has,” she played along. “Though with my most trusted friend by my side, I believe, together, we can handle this evening.”

Arm in arm, Daphne and you made your way through the crowded room, towards her family. Always nestled together, deep in their own conversations within one another, it was sometimes like the rest of the ton didn’t matter.

For Benedict, that was true, until he could make out your form coming closer with his sister.. And looking as enchanting as ever.

“Remarkable,” he muttered to his brothers, Anthony and Colin. “Utterly remarkable.”

They followed his gaze over to where you were on the far edge of the group, reacquainting with their mother. Anthony hummed a sort of acknowledgement and Colin rolled his eyes.

“I swear, if I had a shilling for every time you mumbled under your breath for her, I'd be a rich man,” Colin said, earning a glare from Benedict.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he tried to play off. Anthony laughed lightly, clapping his hand down on his younger brother's shoulder.

“Are you just going to run off more possible suitors for her this season?” Anthony asked in a hushed tone. Benedict shook his head.

“I did no such thing,” Benedict protested. It was Colin’s turn to sigh.

“Good God, get a hold of yourself,” Colin said lowly. “You could just tell her your intentions.”

Benedict stewed over his brothers words for the majority of the evening. He weighed the cons, but the pros vastly outnumbered anything that could prevent him from you. But he needed some time to get his head straight, his spirits up, before he approached you before the end of the night.

“Sorry to intrude,” he said as he interrupted whatever conversation you were in with his sister. If Benedict had to watch you dance with another man one more time this evening he might need a lobotomy. “Daphne, may I steal her for a moment?”

“If she wishes to be stolen away,” Daphne said and you nodded your head. Daphne gave an all too knowing smile, not at all oblivious to what was transpiring between her brother and you, before leaving your sides.

“Ben,” you spoke to him quietly, and he immediately felt his skin aflame. “You wish to steal me away?”

“Just for a moment of your time,” he managed to get out. “You have been rather occupied with dances and conversations this evening.”

“Well if one hopes to marry, you must divulge a little,” you replied and your slight smile made his stomach twist. “Though if you wanted my attention earlier, you could’ve stolen me away sooner.”

Benedict smiled, though it teetered on the line of a grin. He was so enamored of your wit, and to be on the receiving end of it, unlike the other men in this room, was dear to him. Was this a flicker of admission on your part?

“Do you wish me to steal you away?” He asked softly. He could see your eyes flicker over his face, trying to read him, read what his intentions were. But you knew.

“If only you knew what all I wished of you,” you admitted, a bit breathless. If anyone was watching or listening, you knew the whispers that would be spoken. How improper it might be, even if you two were beating around the bush.

Before Benedict could respond, you two were interrupted by another gentleman who wanted your attention. Much to his dismay, you returned his attention and even accepted a dance. He had to watch you be whisked away for a dance and Benedict seethed. 

Retreating back to his brother's side, Anthony grinned after taking a sip of his brandy. “Go well?”

“Say another word and I may end you,” Benedict grumbled and Anthony laughed. 

You did your best to steer clear of the tall and handsome Bridgerton for the remainder of the evening. You were close to accomplishing that when you had slipped away from the prying eyes of the ton and into the night. 

The air was warm, slightly cooler than earlier in the day. The moon was hidden behind clouds but it did not hinder its illumination. Lady Danbury’s gardens spanned as far as you could make out as you rested against the railing of the stoop. 

You just needed a moment to catch yourself. To try and calm your mind-

“Do you often sneak away from the countless gentlemen vying for your attention?”

So much for slipping away unnoticed, but did it surprise you that Benedict followed?.. partly. You turned to face him as he stepped closer to your side, hands tucked behind him. 

Little did you know it was to conceal the tremble in them. 

“Only when I need a moment,” you admitted. 

Benedict sounded a soft understanding as he came closer. His gaze seemed darker, even without the consideration of the night. He was searching your face for something, though you didn’t know what. 

“What did you mean?” He asked softly. “When you said I didn’t know all you wished of me?”

You tensed up slightly, cursing yourself for your brazen but true words earlier in the evening. You could feel your hand tighten against the railings. 

“Ben.. maybe this isn’t-“

“Please,” he said, his hands finally becoming visible as he reached out to touch your arm with one, the other on his chest. “Forgive the urgency in my words, for my heart and soul can no longer bear the weight of this unspoken truth. There's an ache within me, a relentless torment, fearing that time may slip through my fingers.. That you may slip through my fingers.”

“I cannot go on not telling you how ingrained you are in my mind. How even the mention of your name by my family makes me weak in the knees, how you have bled into my canvases, into my essence. 

“I am tethered to you, my dearest (Y/N). The thought of you accepting a courtship from another man casts a shadow over me I don’t want to see to fruition. Perhaps that is selfish of me.. but if that means having even a chance to have you then I will be selfish.”

You weren’t sure if you had taken a single breath as he spoke, as he laid himself bare to you of his intentions. Everything made more sense now. How Benedict had looked at you for the last year, how he had cut in when men approached, how he practically chased away your potential suitors. If you were a fool for him, he was equally a fool for you.

“What do you ask of me?” you asked, your tone quieter than you intended, but the notions of everything occurring was making your mind and confidence dizzy.

Benedict hesitated, his gaze unwavering but completely captivated by the way your eyes seemed to shine. Was there any way he could be more captivated?

“What do I ask of you?” he echoed, a hint of vulnerability in his voice. “I.. Ask for a chance to court you, to explore the possibility that there is something more between us then familiar friends. I do not wish to rush or pressure you but my feelings for you run deep.”

Benedict sucked in a breath before continuing. “Will you allow me the privilege of courting you?”

You could see the sincerity and pure intention behind his eyes. It was what you had wanted to hear from him since before you debuted last season, something you had only been able to think about in your daydreams. Was he your future?

“Yes,” you breathed and could immediately see the tension he had in his shoulders deflate. “Your honesty is refreshing and.. In fact, it has left me a bit dazed. I believed you to be an artist not also a wordsmith.”

Benedict chuckled, the sound was warm and made you smile along with him. The hand he had on your arm skimmed upwards to cup your cheek. His gaze felt heavy on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

“If you have appreciated my honesty up until this point then maybe I can push my luck further,” he said to you. The playful glint in his eyes shifted to a more mischievous expression. “I must confess, I have been tempted for quite some time to do something I probably shouldn’t.”

His thumb traced over your skin to your lips, gently gliding over your lower lip which fell open slightly to catch a breath.

“I have thought about kissing these lips many times,” Benedict admitted, his voice suddenly sounded low and intimate, and it shook you to your core. “I’ve imagined the taste of sweetness that must linger on them. It’s like the mere thought is an irresistible temptation, and I find myself longing to explore a flavor I don’t even know, yet drives me wild with desire.”

“Do you ever wonder how you must taste to a man who cannot seem to get enough of the mere thought of your lips?” He asked you. 

God.. He would be your undoing, any ounce of restraint you had was quickly evaporating. You had yet to respond, but Benedict watched as your cheeks flushed, your chest seemed to rise and fall more prominently.

“You seem to like being praised,” Benedict remarked. He knew what he was doing, you were sure of it. The way his eyes darted over you all but solidified it. “Are words all I needed to get you in my grasp this whole time?”

“You’ve never been this brazen before, Mr. Bridgerton,” you finally managed to get out. The way his thumb hesitated under your lip made you wonder if he liked hearing that, or maybe hearing it from your lips. You hadn’t ever wondered if any man had thought about the taste of your lips like he had shared with you, but now knowing he had thought of it immensely would linger with you for who knows how long.

“Careful,” Benedict warned you. Was it possibly for his tone to shift even lower than it already was? It sounded like it. “I have not given into my desires but that can quickly change.”

“And cause a scandal?” You asked him and all he did was chuckle.

“You know I don’t mind the whispers,” Benedict reminded you. “But.. I promise to preserve your reputation. So long as you don’t call me that again.”

“I believe we may be at an impasse,” you whispered. “Because I quite like calling you that, if it elicits even a similar response you have given me this evening.”

Benedict realized that there was definitely a flourishing connection here, because he knew you would never be so open with him if you hadn’t already had some sort of affection for him. He decided he wouldn’t waste this chance, to have or claim you.

“We should get you back inside,” Benedict said after clearing his throat of nerves. “Before anyone notices we are gone. You, more so than me.”

“You may be right,” you agreed. Benedict reluctantly removed his hand from your chin, and watched as you moved around him back towards the door. You stole a final glance from him before disappearing around the corner to return to the winding down festivities.

Benedict took a moment to collect himself, for this was the change to everything. He knew this would be a tumultuous journey, one he had craved and wanted but never believed would come true. After a few minutes, he took the same path back inside to remeet with his family. He couldn’t wait to return home and tell his brothers he had actually done it - he had asked to court you and you accepted.

You were aflame with a new purpose. Everything was shaping up just as you desired, with the man you had dreamt of for years. You knew that this courtship would prove to bring you both closer and eventually.. You would be wed. You would have him.

…Right?

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Intertwined with a mortal

Ascended Vampire Duke!Astarion x human!reader

Bridgerton x Astarion 👍🏻

Warnings: Olden times, swearing, age gap, tension, slow burn, vampire Mates, vampire things, angst, sexual, harassment, bigger reader, fat shaming, 18+, angst, Astarions trauma, anxiety, depression, learning to touch and love, big dislike for children lmao, AOB, artist reader, manipulation

Elves and humans will be the only races, they don’t like each other lmao. Baldurs gate will be built differently too, more like olden London(like Bridgerton) just called Baldurs gate xD

Think that’s it

Changing Karlach race to Human for this xD

Baldurs gate was known for its wealthy family’s and grand party’s at the alpha grand dukes palace, the grand duke Gortash was known for his handsome smirk and witty remarks as well as keeping the city in check. Upon social season the grand duke would hold a total of ten balls while some of the lower ranking members often had party’s once a week maybe less, depending it was an exhausting time.

You were not keen to flutter your eyelashes and drop your fan ‘accidently’ as some books suggested for the attention of a alpha suitor. Gods forbid you actually want to do something than marry and birth twenty children. Your father would often chuckle at your bold claims when you were only ten years of age, you would stomp your foot, say you were not going to have babies, they were hideous and ugly cried. Your mother would roll her eyes and sigh while your father would throw his head back and laughter before giving you a high five. As you got older though you realised that truely was your purpose, nothing else was approved for a young lady heading out into society. You dreamt of love though, seeing how your mother and father held a strong bond, you wanted that, wanted that connection with someone, a lover to call your own, a husband to indulge you as you indulged him, this was your first year running and your anxiety was higher than grand duke Gortashs highest tower. It was the first ball of the social season, lead by the alpha grand duke Gortash himself. You couldn’t shake the way your stomach churned all day, your mother was fussing over your dress, hair and makeup. You were ready to collapse on your bed, you’d already taken two years off the social season, begging your father mainly to allow you to study art. Problem was you were an only child and you had a duty to continue this line. Going to the actual ball was more nerve wracking than you wanted it, your mum still fussing over the way your dress sat. Your father would smack her hand lightly and she’d huff at him before she settled for a bit. When you arrived you held your fathers arm tightly, feeling overwhelmed. Your fathers calming scent was what you were trying to focus on as you entered the large palace. You were hit with music, chatter and too many scents. You gulped visibly as your father lead you in, you kept your head down instantly till your mother tsked and pushed your chin up. Your eyes darted to everybody and you wanted to hide behind your father.

“Just take a breath” your father said softly giving you a smile and patting your hand as a family approached, the Hallowleafs. You sighed a bit seeing their daughter Jen with them, her husband no where to be seen.

“Hello” she smiled and you smiled letting go of your fathers arm realising you must look stupid.

“How are you?” She added.

“Ok, nervous-“ you said and she chuckled softly.

“Nothing to fret about” she said going to stand by you and took your arm. You were thankful for the alpha as she scanned the grand hall.

“So have you picked anyone?” She asked and you froze cheeks going red as she laughed softly.

“Do I need to?” You whispered and she shook her head.

“If only we could, unfortunately the suitors come to you” she sighed lightly.

“Do I have to pretend to drop my fan?” You asked softly and she laughed rather loudly making her cover her mouth instantly as you laughed softly with her and she huffed at you.

“That only works in books trust me” she chuckled as you looked through the crowd knowing many of these faces. You frowned slightly though seeing a white haired elf, a duke you hadn’t seen in a while.

“Odd” you muttered and Jen frowned following your gaze.

“Duke Ancunin?” She asked and you nodded.

“I thought he never came to these?” You asked softly.

“Probably here to find something to warm his bed honestly, but you didn’t hear that from me” she rolled her eyes and you gave her surprised eyes.

“What? That’s all he does! Never had taken a potential partner” she huffed as you watched him. His white hair seemed to sit so perfectly against his face and elf ears, the elegant black and red clothes he wore sat perfectly on his body, gold embroidery adorning the suit. Lady’s even gentlemen surrounded him, he turned your way his handsome face coming into view, hooded eyes looking to you. You felt yourself freeze a bit as he stared at you through his pale lashes ignoring the group around him. You felt like he was staring right through you and quickly looked away, he probably wasn’t looking at you anyway.

“Oh the dancing starting” Jen said suddenly and you realised nobody had asked you to dance as they cleared the middle of the floor. Couples began to dance and you felt somewhat jealous, but shook the feeling off quickly.

“A dance milady?” You frowned glancing to your left seeing Duke Ancunin by your side, you hadn’t even heard him come over.

“Oh-“ you hesitantly glanced to Jen who gave you a cheeky smile making you groan internally.

“Of course” you said taking his hand as he lead you to the floor. You felt yourself shake a bit as you stood opposite of him with the other lady’s. you gave a courtesy before the men bowed. As the music began you stepped closer pressing your hands together before pulling back with a step before leading into a simple waltz, you could do this. Had your heart not been pounding and your mind so focused on the steps you might’ve engaged in conversation.

“You’re practically shaking my dear” he finally spoke and you looked to him cheeks hot.

“Apologies my Duke” you said embarrassed as you tried to steady your heart. You tried to focus on his scent his rank, but all you smelt was the cologne he used bergamot, rosemary, and brandy, no alpha, beta or omega undertones, just coldness. His body was cool too, not like your overheated one, he was firm to touch, but his whole body moved with elegance.

“Have you danced before?” He asked and you frowned slightly, was your dancing that bad?

“I’ve had my lessons, I’m sorry I’m not up to standard, my duke” your tone came out harsher than you meant, gods you would never find a suitor. He chuckled lightly though and you looked to him again, red eyes captivating you.

“I meant with a real partner, darling, you dance very well” he said voice lowering a bit to send a shudder up your spine.

“This is my first season” you whispered looking away.

“Is that why you’re shaking?” He asked head moving slightly closer to yours a small smile on his face.

“It’s nerve wracking yes” you said as he spun you around and brought you back in.

“I don’t like this many people to may scents, sounds” you babbled before realising what you’d done.

“Apologies my duke” you said wanting to disappear as you kept your eyes on his chest.

“Speak your mind darling, it does not bother me” he said and you felt yourself relax a little.

“I don’t usually dance at balls” he added and you looked up again.

“Are you not unmarried, why would you not?” You asked curiously his smile still there.

“Curious thing aren’t you?” He asked teasingly and you flushed.

“Sorry, again my duke” you mumbled.

“I do like how you say ‘my’ duke” he grinned and you felt your stomach flip.

“It is your title” you said quickly.

“Hm, but it sounds so sweet on your tongue” he had leant down to whisper that in your ear and your whole body tensed.

“I should go-“ you said quickly feeling your heart pounding as you pushed away and quickly retreated to your mother. You left him standing a frown on his face and people whispered softly.

“What happened? You were dancing so wonderfully” your mother cooed as you held her arm.

“Can we go please?” You begged hearing your heart beat loudly.

“Oh- of course sweetheart” she muttered calling over your father politely before you left.

The ride home you just stared out the window trying to ease your heart, you couldn’t think straight. Upon arriving home you ignored your mothers worried calls as you ran up the stairs and into your room. You fell on your bed screaming into the pillows which calmed you down a bit. You sighed rolling over onto your back with a loud huff afterwards and stared at the ceiling. You cursed the dress and got up struggling with the laces with a frustrated groan. A knock came and you tensed before hearing your fathers voice. He walked in slowly as you sat back down on the bed with a huff.

“What happened little flower?” He asked sitting by you.

“You were dancing amazingly with Duke Ancunin” he added.

“I’m not going to find a suitor” you stated and your father frowned.

“Why do you think that?” He asked.

“Because I-“ you growled in frustration standing up.

“I was shaking horribly, he picked up on it! Then I snapped at him!” You said frustrated as your father tensed a bit.

“What happened what did you and he say?” He asked.

“He asked if I ever danced with someone and I got defensive and said I’ve had lessons, I’m sorry it’s not up to your standard” you mocked and sneered.

“Oh boy” your father muttered.

“See! Can’t I just be sent off somewhere and die alone with my paintings?!” You sighed and sat back down dramatically.

“I’m afraid not, what happened after?” He asked.

“He laughed” you mumbled and your father relaxed.

“You didn’t offend him them, see?” He tried to encourage, but you just raised an eyebrow at him with a huff.

“Come now it’s your first ball, there will be more to come and you’ll have practise! Just because tonight went bad doesn’t mean they all will” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you to him. You gave in and sighed before giving a small nod.

“If it truely goes horrible this season I’ll see what I can do” he gave you a gently squeeze and a kiss on the head.

“For now, sleep, you’ll feel better tomorrow, who knows maybe your dance with the duke got you some attention” he shrugged and left with a soft goodnight before you laid back on your bed with a sigh.

The duke had frowned when you practically ran off from the dance floor to your mother and left. Apparently, his charms hadn’t worked on you, you were easy prey, young and fresh to the social season. When he saw you across the room he felt his fangs ache and his body being tugged your way. When your sweet sweet scent hit his nose he knew he must have you, hearing your blood pump through your veins like a melody was better than any music being played. Your warmth was radiating, he knew you’d be on fire with a single caress, he was going to have fun this season, you only needed some enticing.

Part 2

[the-fiction-witch]

Kitten

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Cute + Flirty

Requested hii. I have an idea for a story. what if Jack started teaching and y/n is a student and y/n falls in love and then they have a secret love and it's like a teacher's pet kind of story? I love your stories❤️❤️

I came out of a patient's room and began to head to the prep room to do some organizing when I noticed something. I was often perkier to the sighs around me, perhaps the years of criminality and street life teach you to be far more aware of your surroundings. As I exited the room and walked down the hallway, I noticed someone poke their head around the corner and begin to follow me. I didn't get a good look at them and assumed they were going in the same direction for a while. Still, they seemed to walk like they were following without much purpose other than to follow, so I did a couple of turns on the hospital corridors even doubling back on myself and yes this lady was still following me. If she needed something she surely would have called out by now so after a good ten minutes of this I turned around and caused her to freeze up only a few inches behind me. 

"What do you want?" I asked as I rested my hands on my hips finally getting a decent look at her,

She was young certainly, her Y/H/C hair up in a tight milkmaid braid with a red ribbon plaited into the braid and then a bow at the back of her head, she had a sweet face and a pair of spectacles on her nose, a red cotton dress with some cream lace around her hems and her elbow length sleeves, a long structured skirt with a bustle at her back almost as big as her that seemed to move with her almost like a tail, a leather-bound book in her hand clutched to her chest. 

She jumped as she saw me suddenly turn and she didn't say a word rather awkward she got caught. 

"Well?"

"Doctor Dawkins?"

"Yes,"

"Fantastic, I want you to teach me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want you to teach me, to train me, to be a doctor." 

"You are out of your mind," I told her continuing on my way but she followed, 

"I assure you I am mentally fit, although I can have a letter confirming as such by next week if required." She explained as she followed me, 

"it's not, nothing is required. I'm not a bloody teacher." I told her as I headed into the prep room, 

"But Doctor Dawkins, I need to learn no hospital job will even look at me without the proper training, and at least a month on the ward work." 

I sighed as I leaned on the table, "Fine, go to the nurse's office in the entryway and talk to Hetty, she'll get you a uniform and get you some work." I told her,

"with all due respect doctor Dawkins that's nurse work, I need Doctor training."

"And why would you need that?"

"Becuase I want to be a doctor," she smiled,

"Women cannot be doctors," I told her as I got on with my work even if she was still chasing me around,

"I have read all medical law textbooks no such law exists."

"Well, it's an unwritten law then."

"And thus not legally binding." 

"Look, these are not my rules, there are society's rules."

"Society is fickle," she shrugged, 

"But there are rules.

"Doctor Dawkins," She said, "Until last year coal mines did not need inspectors, Ten years ago children as young as five were allowed to be chimney sweeps, sixteen years ago apprentices could be of any age, thirty one years ago children under nine where permitted to work." She explained, "With all due respect Doctor Dawkins, the world is ever changing and I'm sure at some point we will too look back at the concept of a woman not being allowed to train as a doctor just as preposterous as a nine-year-old chimney sweet apprentice." 

God damn it...

She's smart... 

and she has a point. 

"Even IF I wanted to allow you, there is no way on this earth Prof would allow me to teach you a woman or not. He runs this hospital and he will not allow it." 

"Well, I am an exception." She smiled took a letter from her book and handed it over, I took it and looked it over even if the words swirled around and I had no concept what was written on it but UI gave it long enough to make her think I read it. 

"There a translation of all of this?" 

"I have special permission to come and train at this hospital." she smiled, 

"There is no way prof signed off on this. not possible."

"Very possible,"

"Why would be?"

"Becuase I Y/n Y/l/n," she smiled, "Daughter of Marilyn McGregor."

I was confused and thought for a moment and then it all suddenly clicked in my head like a damn jigsaw puzzle, "You're Y/n."

"Yes,"

"You're Marilyn's daughter," 

"Yes,"

"You're the Professor's Granddaughter..."  

"Correct." She smiled, 

"Even so, even if you are his granddaughter why doesn't he just teach you?"

"He says a younger doctor would be better to teach me, and he's busy."

"Then why not Doctor Sneed?"

"He did ask him,"

"And he said?"

"... Such words are not for a young lady to repeat." 

"You're not going to let up on this are you?"

"I am not." 

"Fine." I sighed, 

Y/n was a good student, she listened, took notes, didn't speak unless spoken to, and very rarely ever disturbed what I was doing. I did my best to teach her even if I wasn't the best candidate to be an educator of any type, And I suppose after these weeks I had... grown somewhat fond of her. This constant smiling presence follows along behind me. I did have a thought at the back of my mind that she may have... had interests in me that went beyond education but I did my best not to think of it, even if I admit she is a very pretty thing, very intelligent, and so very kind to me, she's probably the sweetest girl I've ever met, and I couldn't help feel a little affection for her But Society would frown upon a teacher and student ever being more then just that, Her family surely would never want her to be anything more with a man like me, and the professor would likely fire me, string me up and drag me out to see if he ever knew I had even thought about his Granddaughter in such ways. But still, we were... playful with each other as two people who spend much time together are sure to be. I had taken to calling her 'Kitten' Mostly because she reminds me of one so much, The way she follows along behind me like a lost little kitten follows you when you smell nice to them or have something they want, the way she sometimes gets under my feet while I work like a cat trying to knot herself around my ankles often leaning me to tred on her feet, to which would cause her yelp and whine like a little kitty. The way her bustle skirt often shifts and wiggles as she walks along like she's waving her little tail around, And every day every time I saw her this wide happy smile was like a newborn kitten. I suppose on some days she's more like a puppy waiting around with a smile and following me, but there was no way I was going to be able to call her a dog and not get slapped around the back of the head. Which she was also known for doing when I upset her like a cat batting my head with her claws. 

I finished getting dressed for the day and left my room and the moment I stepped outside I very nearly walked into her the moment I shut my door she was there inches from me so much so I could smell her lavender perfume and was faced with being unable to look anywhere but her Y/E/C Eyes.

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins!" She Gleamed, 

"AHh! Christ Kitten." I sighed, "Back up a bit you don't need to wait outside my door that closely."

"I like to," she giggled,

"I know you liked it too but a little space isn't a bad thing," I told her 

"I'm sorry,"

"It's fine, I take it you're a very affectionate kitten today?" I asked and she nodded, "Alright," I chuckled, 

"I got you an Orange," She smiled revealing she had already gone to the kitchen to fetch me an orange as she does most mornings,

"Thank you, Kitten," I smiled taking it and starting to eat as we headed down and of course, she followed along behind me almost attached to my hip, sometimes as I was working I honestly did have to check she wasn't holding onto my suspenders she was so close to me, I was actually struggling to focus she kept getting so close to me, a couple of times I noticed her head leaning on the tip of my shoulder which I often glared at and she'd stop, but all of this was getting on my nerves and about halfway through the afternoon I walked into the storage cupboard shutting the door as soon as we are both inside, she stops and turns to me rather puzzled,

"did you mean to walk into the cupboard doctor?" 

"Yes, I did," I said walking down the stairs to be level with her,

"Ohh? I see, something to do in the cupboard?" 

"Yes." 

"Alright then,"

"Kitten?"

"Yes, Doctor?"

"What is the matter with you today?"

"Hum?"

"You have been attached to my bloody belt since I got up this morning what is going on?" 

"Nothing," she said sheepishly,

"kitten." I glared, "What is going on with you?"

"Nothing I'm just... very eager to learn today."

"Are you now?"

"yes," she blushed,

"Really?"

"Yes..."

"We're alone kitten. You sure there isn't anything you'd like to say?" 

"Well... Maybe,"

"Go on, tell me what's going on."

She closed the gap between us and kissed me, her lips soft and sweet but Immediately I backed away trying to get my head straight, for a few seconds we both just stood in silence.

"We- we should not be doing this."

"Why not?" she whined, 

"I'm older than you!"

"not by that much,"

"You're my boss's granddaughter!"

"He's a drunk idiot."

"I- I'm your teacher." I remind her, 

"So? I'm happy being a teacher's pet," she giggled, "Don't you like me, doctor?"

"I-I do- I do But... We can't do this." 

"Don't you want to?"

"Of course I want to! But sometimes you can't do the things you want." 

"Not in my experience," She smiled closing the gap and kissing me again, I sighed and kissed her back wrapping my arms around her waist until I pulled back and rubbed my nose against her own,

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I gasped,

"More than Anything,"

I nodded "Alright Kitten," I kissed her again holding her close and she happily kissed back. 

I woke to the sun cascading in slightly burning my eyes, I felt the bed shifting and moving and I smiled as I heard her sweet voice,

"Good Morning Doctor Dawkins," 

I opened my eyes and saw Y/n lying with me her chain on my chest, I rested my hand on her cheek and gave her a sweet kiss, "Good Morning Kitten," 

"what are we learning today?"

"Humm? What are we learning?" I smirked down at her, "How about we go over the lesson from last night?"

she smirked back, "We have that amputation this morning,"

"Do we?" I sighed,

"mhm,"

"Ughhh.. fine!" I groaned, "Go on kitten get dressed I'll get set up and meet you down there." I told her turning setting my feet on the floor and rubbed my eyes but before I could even get up she claimed her arms around my torso and dragged me back down onto the bed, "Hi kitten." I laughed at suddenly being laid back on the bed with her nose on mine,

"Hi, five more minutes to... go over out lesson from last night?"

"Oh? to go over your extra credit lesson from last night?"

"Mhm," she nodded, 

"Alright Kitten," i smirked pulling her back into a kiss and flipping us over so she was under me... 

[liyawritesss]

summertime crushin’

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Fem!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 1.7k

Synopsis: In Shuri’s attempts to follow in her brother's footsteps and continue his work with the Wakandan International Outpost Facilities, she finally takes up Riri’s offer to visit Chicago. However, she isn’t sure if it's the intense summertime heat that has her face burning or the incredibly talented dance choreographer Riri is friends with.

Warnings: cursing

A/N: For the two dances mentioned: the first is “Killing Me Softly” by Lauryn Hill, choreography by Evan Miller (0:08-2:10), and the second is “BMO” by Ari Lennox, choreography by YeoJin (0:00-1:15), of which (Y/N) is the middle dancer with coloured hair. I’ve had this idea since FOREVER and finally had enough of it swimming in my head, so I finally wrote it down. Hope you all enjoy!

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“So the arts are a prominent aspect of the city’s identity?”

“We don’t got our own Broadway title for nothin’, Shuri.”

Shuri could admit to herself that she never thought much of the US outside of the horrible government leadership and the plethora of pathetic white supremacists who hid behind a thin veil of patriotism. She admired her brother’s work, though, with wanting to provide more than adequate resources to black communities all over the US, and as her new title required her to take up the work in question, it only made sense that she’d cut her vacation in Haiti short to get acclimated to the work her brother and mother maintained.

Shuri could also admit that the immense creativity and artistry from members of the Lost Tribe gave her a culture shock she didn’t know she needed to prepare herself for. Even in her mid-twenties, the queen-presumptive had so much to learn about the people who had been stripped of their lineage and ripped from the motherland. No amount of reading or digesting news reports could amount to actually witnessing it in person.

Which is exactly why Riri, Shuri’s self appointed guide to all things Chicago, was escorting the scientist around all the most notable establishments pertaining to all this visual and performance art. From the Chicago Art Museum to watching bands play on corners of sidewalks, Shuri never found herself bored or tired of the activities. And next on the list of places to visit was a storefront  dance studio belonging to a friend of the young engineer, of which Riri was rather ecstatic about, as she hadn’t seen this friend since their highschool days.

Shuri didn’t know what to expect when she entered into the storefront dance studio, following Riri in close pursuit so as to not get lost amongst the other bodies leaving the space. Her only exposure to black American dance was from short clips online she had searched up as a child. Though in an ever changing society, the dark skinned woman was sure that what she had been exposed to prior would surely not be the same as what she would be walking into now.

Shuri is pulled into a room that’s blasting music from the speakers, a song from a voice the queen-presumptive remembers belongs to that of the infamous Lauryn Hill. The robust deepness of the rapper’s voice rises goosebumps along Shuri’s skin, bare and showing her deeply melanated tone. She’s in a forest green tank top that emphasizes her shoulders, her golden necklace housing her panther suit rested neatly around her neck. Black shorts clothed her legs, stopping just above her knees, and on her feet for a pair of strapped slides similar to ones her brother wore long ago. Of course, one could not forget the black shade which hid her eyes, and the majority of her identity, from everyone around her.

Compared to Riri, who wears a white cropped tank, black jogging pants and white AF1’s, the engineer looks much more prepared for a dance class than Shuri is, but she was quickly assured that they wouldn’t be dancing, but rather, watching a few of the dances done by the students within the class. It eased Shuri for a moment, until she walked into the dance space with the loud music reverberating through the walls of the studio. With the melody and bass over taking her body, Shuri couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

“This is one of the best dance studios in the city,” Riri says over the music as the two make their way to the front of the crowd of students, “they do everything from Hip-Hop to R&B, and everything in between.”

Shuri nods along as she takes note of the three men standing in the middle of the crowd. They seem to be hyping themselves up up as the first part of the Lauryn Hill song plays, preparing for their routine.

“You about to get a taste of what real art looks like.” Riri muses, as the aforementioned men take their places as the first chorus of the song ends, and the second verse, and ultimately, their routine, begins.

Firstly, Shuri hadn’t expected for the male dancers to have such languid movements. The smoothness of their steps and transitions between each move seemed flawless, and she soon found herself entranced by the dance routine paired with the music playing. Much more, she notes just how happy they are at the moment. The popping and locking is precise, each one garnering a roar from their audience, in turn spreading smiles across the dancers faces. It feels their energy, keeping the precision consistent with the execution of each move. Even as one dancer falls off at what seems to be the end of the official routine, two of them stay on the main floor. They feed off of each other’s energies, dancing around each other in a near touch that shows the trust in each other and the intuition of each dancer. They move as if they’re reading each others mind, circling and molding around each other in a way Shuri had never seen before. And by the end of the performance, the queen-presumptive finds herself yearning for more.

“Bast”, Shuri gasps in shock, “I’ve never seen anything like this. Not even back home!”

Riri encourages Shuri’s amazement, engaging with her in reveling about the choreography they had just witnessed. Her attention is taken when she feels a tap on her shoulder, and when Riri turns around, she releases a shriek of happiness as she embraces the person who’d come up to her.

Shuri is able to get a good look at the person when Riri pulls away. A woman of melanated skin, sun-kissed and glossed over undoubtedly by perspiration, sporting a gray jogging suit set with the hoodie bunched up and hiked over on one shoulder, revealing a black sports bra underneath.

“You made it, Ri!” You exclaim in your embrace of the engineer, hugging her tight as a long lost friend should. “Fuck, I’m so glad youre here; it’s been years!”

“I heard you were back in town, I knew exactly where yo’ ass was gon’ be.” Riri replies, gesturing for you to step forward to be introduced to Shuri.

“This is the friend I told you I was bringing.” Riri reminds, earning a gentle smile from you to Shuri. “Shuri, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), Shuri.”

You held your hand out for a handshake, but Shuri is too distracted by how pretty you are. “It’s nice to meet you,” you greet, “I’ve never met a queen before. Hope it’s not awkward…?”

“No, no,” Shuri quickly reassures, raising her hand to finally take yours in your greeting, “not awkward at all. And the pleasure is mine.”

Shuri isn’t sure what caught her attention first - the fact that you’re half exposed with your hoodie only properly being on half way, exposing your toned stomach from what Shuri suspects is years of dance, or the way your eyes glisten with excitement, or the way your skin is glowing. She just knows that you’re very pretty and it’s making her look like a fool in front of someone she just met. And she doesn’t do well when that happens.

“My piece is up next,” you say, which brings Shuri out of her head and causes her ears to burn slightly, as she was so stuck in her thoughts, she hadn’t realized that her hand still held yours in a firm grip. She quickly pulls it away, muttering a quiet apology in return, but you reassure her that she was alright, “you guys sticking around after?”

“Hell yeah we are,” Riri hurriedly answers, “you owe me lunch, cuz you got some explaining to do about how you just dipped and ain’t say shit.”

“Fine, fine,” You relent, “lunch on me. We’ll figure it out when I’m done, cool?”

Though you don’t give them much time to respond, as you’re already backing away as you hear your song being played over the speakers, and your dance partners already in place. Riri throws you a quick thumbs up, granting you the relief you need for jogging out onto the dance floor.

Shuri’s eyes follow you intently as you meet up with the two other dancers located on the floor. She, however, feels a pair of eyes on her, and turns to meet Riri, who has a look on her face that Shuri can only akin to smugness.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Shuri questions slowly, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Hm,” Riri humans, “nun’.”

“Don’t do that!” Shuri groans.

“Do what?” Riri asks. “I ain’t do nun’...I just peep shit and keep it movin’.”

“Exactly,” Shuri responds, “and what exactly did you ‘peep’-?”

“Shhhh,” Riri shushes Shuri as the melody for the verse comes in, “they’re starting!”

It doesn’t take much effort for Shuri’s attention to shift directly onto you, and she’s actually glad she has these shades on, because she has an idea of what Riri says she ‘peeped’, and the intensity of her stare would have given Riri all the proof she needed to confirm her suspicions.

From the very start of the music, your body moves fluidly, as if you were a deity of water, at home in your element. There’s a certain aura you carry - one of power and respect that you’re sure has earned you your place in this studio. Each and every one of your moves garners a roar of encouragement from the audience, and it spurs you on more and more, feeding off of the crowd's energy. The suave and swag that oozes from your persona has everyone on the edge of their seat. It becomes clear to Shuri that you weren’t just a dancer for entertainment. This was your very lifestyle, and you’ve made it your identity in every way imaginable. She watched as life was breathed into you on the dance floor, spurred on by the crowd’s hype, feeding into your ego. 

And by the time your set has finished, Shuri finds herself falling in love with Chicago a little bit more, and experiencing her first summertime crush.

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What I Liked From Azula in the Spirit Temple

Now that Azula in the Spirit Temple has been out for a few days, I can confidently say I found the majority of the book compelling and worthwhile. However, it is difficult for me to say I enjoyed it due to the dark and depressing subject and its flaws, which I will cover later, but not all art is meant to be fun and I would consider Spirit Temple to be a work of art rather than entertainment. Here are the things I liked from Spirit Temple:

It Tackles Heavy Topics

Azula’s feelings toward Mai and Ty Lee’s betrayal. Her relationship with her father and mother. Azulon’s order to have Zuko killed. Her mother’s disappearance. Vengeance. Feudal piety. The consequences of going against royalty. Azula’s ability to reach into a dark place. These have been dangling plot threads since the show ended, for fifteen years, and this comic sufficiently touched on them to provide much-needed context and clarity.

The Asylum is Contextualized

A dumping ground for rebellious noble children. A place for the most traditional families to imprison their unruly daughters (read: sluts and lesbians) to punish them for “transgressions” against their proper roles in society. Scraps of humanity drifting down the river of life. This is high-level stuff with direct historical analogues. Not only is this how Azula saw her imprisonment at the asylum (dumped there to be humbled and broken) and saw herself while there (a scrap of a person), it world-builds the Fire Nation’s society in a much-needed way.

Hair-Down-and-Angry Azula

Thematically perfect. Not only does this feel like the “real” Azula bursting forth—angry, jaded, tormented, troubled—but it harkens back to pre-breakdown Finale Azula, when she was struggling with the very topics the comic addressed (see: throne room scenes). I love Hair-Down-and-Angry Azula. Some might call it Angry Wet Cat Azula. It feels like a return to the Finale when all of this “Who is Azula?” questioning began. Brilliant creative decision. Need more of it like I need oxygen.

Azula Hates Herself

This has long been speculated. Azula loathes herself and has low self-esteem despite also having immense pride, talent, and achievements to bolster her self-worth. She uses the word “loser” to describe Ty Lee and Mai, which means she views her current self as a loser. She hates that she is alone and betrayed. She hates that the best of herself doesn’t cancel out the worst. She hates that who she is is not who others want to be with. I think this is great for a prodigy who has experienced conditional love by her most influential parent.

Azula is Darkly, Horribly Conflicted

She loves her father, but also sees how he harmed her. She wants her family to be together and happy, but she also feels that if Zuko had been killed her life would have been better. She is proud of her achievements, but the consequences of what she had to be and do to achieve them makes her hate herself. Zuko was never this conflicted, even at the peak of his journey. This will take an enormous narrative effort to overcome, with likely tons of setbacks, but when it happens, it will make Zuko’s redemption look like a warmup.

There are professional authors who spend their entire careers never sniffing a character like this. I can’t say where the Avatar franchise will take Azula, and they could still fuck this all up, but this is a character capable of reaching the highest summits of literary storytelling. Capable of, not necessary will. There is not a character remaining in Avatar who can hold a candle to the moral and internal conflict found in Azula in this comic. The franchise has something special, if they handle it right.

Azula’s Desire for Family

If her family was together, that would mean none of the bad things would have happened. Her low self-esteem would be fixed by the love and admiration of her family. This is a good development. There are tons of evidence for it in the show based on how often Azula says “we” and “us” and acts like the Queen Bee of a group rather than a loner. She hates being alone and the idea of family and parental figures gives her the most security. Very realistic and compelling. Avatar has not had a character motivated by pain of loneliness and want for human connection.

Azula Continues to Use Collective Pronouns

A pattern existed in the show where Azula would very often use “we”, “us”, “our”, and other forms of collective pronouns or group references instead of “I” or “my”. The pattern continues in this comic. There are several instances where she uses collective terms when she could have said “I” or “my”. At this point, it is intentional by the writers. They are signaling something that shows up again in this comic: Azula wants community and teamwork, not isolation.

Azula is Willing to Accept Blame, But Not All of It

Just like a real person with strong will and pride would. We are all the heroes of our own journeys. Accepting blame is painful, and for a person like Azula, who has all these accomplishments under her belt, to bury herself under 100% guilt and culpability, and to allow people to denigrate those accomplishments in turn because of how "bad" she is, can likely come across as a bridge too far. She conquered Ba Sing Se, killed the Avatar, saved the capital during the Day of Black Sun. Who is anyone to tell her she did nothing right and everything wrong? Azula is also highly intelligent, which makes it easier for her to justify her actions and beliefs and craft narratives explaining it all.

Azula is recognizing she has flaws and has made mistakes. It even appears she wants to be able to talk about them. The door is not shut on listening to criticism. This makes Azula’s potential reconciliation with the heroes full of drama and dynamic conversations.

Azula Won’t Be Brow-Beat or Guilt-Tripped into Submission

If she is backed into a corner with accusations of being cruel, evil, to blame for everything, the cause of all her problems, a monster, like the Zuko apparition was doing, she will lash out. Call it denial. Call it a defense mechanism. She will not allow what she is proud of, what she feels was worth it, what has been her closely-held identity, to be thrown in the gutter. This is high-level literature and human psychology. And it holds an important implication for the future: the heroes will not be able to shame Azula into accepting their morality or worldview. Unless her feelings are taken into account, the back-and-forth dialogue observed in Spirit Temple will not happen.

Azula’s Walls Can Snap Up in an Instant

She can let her guard down and hear criticism, but if the criticism turns into a personal attack, her walls will snap back up and she will drop back into old habits and beliefs to protect herself. This is a tough problem for the narrative to solve based on its complexity, sensitivity, and need for tact, and so will require a special character to help Azula work through. I don’t think the franchise currently has such a character. Maybe a more militant, warrior-poet version of Guru Pathik could do this.

Azula Talks and Thinks Like a Feudal Princess, Not a 21st Century Teenager

This needed to happen. ATLA needs to start developing the politics of the Fire Nation if they are to successfully build out Azula’s and Zuko’s post-war dynastic struggles. This is the first time the franchise has taken this seriously. Azula calls her family traitors, thinks Ty Lee should have been grateful for having the ear of royalty. Royalty. Finally, the word is being used to describe the social dynamic between her and her friends. Great stuff. This is who Azula would be in “reality” and part of why she is so scary to us today.

Azula Sets Her Terms for Reconciliation with the Heroes

Apologies. Acknowledgments of the pain and damage they caused her. Them valuing the “good” things she has done for them, much of it from her feudal princess perspective, and some from her troubled teenage girl perspective. I don’t think this is everything she will put on the table, but it’s major pieces of the redemption and reconciliation puzzle. This is probably one of the most profound parts of the book, because it says the door is not closed between her and the heroes. Zuko being Fire Lord and the war being over are not showstoppers.

Azula Loves, and Hates, Her Dad

Her father has both hurt and helped her. She hates him for turning her into his firebending weapon, but loves him for how that led her to greatness, and the conditional love she received from him. She is a villain loving another villain. I think there is something significant here that might play a role in the future: Azula will continue to love her father until he shows he doesn’t love her. In fact, she might seek confirmation of love from him and his response might be a turning point in their relationship.

Azula is Developing Her Own Identity

She says she is the last of her kind, the only one left. Sounds like she sees herself as representing a version of the Fire Nation that doesn’t want to go down quietly, the version of the Fire Nation that Zuko needs to figure out how to redeem rather than destroy. Even though she recognizes the damage her father did to her, she retains enough pride and belief in the Fire Nation’s war to stand by him. This looks like a sign of Azula coming into her own person, even if it is villainous and could send her down a dark path. Regardless of the morality, she seems to be voicing her own beliefs, and beliefs are supremely important to developing character, as beliefs can change. Azula still has to learn the wrongness of the war. This might be her “Zuko Alone” moment equivalent to Zuko declaring his identity to the corrupt soldiers.

The Spirit Centipede

Awesome design and capabilities. It seems it was trying to pump her full of opium in the form of the beach dream whereby she falls into a forever sleep in that perfect world allowing the centipede spirit to eat her. Instead, Azula rejected it and the spirit discovered it doesn't actually know this human as well as it thought it did and so panics and tries whatever it can to get Azula to succumb to its offerings of pain alleviation. One of the best spirit designs we have seen in the post-show products in my opinion.

Coraline References

Fantastic movie. Still creeps me the hell out. I’m afraid Azula would not last a week against the Other Mother. The Centipede Spirit tried to be an Other Mother. It couldn’t hold a candle.

More Evidence Azula’s Design Was Inspired by Lady Eboshi

Page 72, Panel 3.

[letsunity]

With Thunder Comes Lightning

Summery: Peter and MJ tried again, but the spark wasn't there; they stay as friends to raise their soon-to-be daughter. Everything was going great until evil goop and a spooky vampire guy fall out of an orange portal. Little does Peter know that the biggest pain in his ass and future mutant best friend has landed right at his feet.

art by darknessdearm

Chapter 3 - Society

"That's it?" MJ questioned, confused by the broken sphere on her coffee table. "This is how a super sinister snot has been killing entire universes?"

"Essentially," Peter answered, equally unimpressed. "He'll be hopping from body to body now, trying to find this."

"Another question. Why can't he do what Venom and Eddie do?"

"It's like a compatibility thing. Symbiotes need a host that fits them. Klyntarus is so toxic that people melt and burn."

"Oh, so Miguel's compatible?"

"What?"

"You said that he doesn't burn when Klyntarus touches him. That means he's compatible, right?"

Oh, shit.

She's right. Of course, MJ was right; under all that glowing ruby hair was a brilliant brain that could detect things Peter couldn't.

That explains why Klyntarus is so obsessive, at least. The fact that his fellow spider wasn't a puppet meant that there was something more to it, though.

Whatever made Klyntarus so toxic and unstable must alter how he takes over people that are compatible with him. There's a lot that Peter doesn't know about him, although he's aware that the beast is vindictive.

Who taunts someone over the death of their child? That's horrific, especially when they're the killer.

"This is why you're the brains between us."

"Alright, we destroy whatever this is and hunt the goopy bastard down. Is that about right?"

"Pretty much. The sooner he's gone, the sooner we can focus on the little one," he smiled, unable to look away from her bulging stomach. "Don't worry yourself, MJ. We got this. We always come out on top."

That's what Peter wants to believe, anyway.

He can't do anything against such a monster. At most, he can be a distraction. How do you fight something that you can't hit?

Fighting alone wasn't going to work. They needed to talk to the others.

He doubted that the Avengers would be open to Miguel; he's already stolen from Stark. The X-Men, however, are more open-minded.

Wolverine would be an annoying bastard as always, but with help from Professor X, they can kill this bug.

"You can't stay here." Jesus, how is such a big guy so quiet? "He'll be coming for you. Staying here isn't safe."

Their guest had taken a morning shower. Annoyingly, he also decided not to put a shirt on afterwards. It was his choice, of course; it was better than no pants.

The problem was that he looked good.

Without the bandages, burns and blood, he looked good. Great, broad shoulders with detailed muscle. His arms were thick, and his waist surprisingly slender.

Peter could see the V line of his hips disappearing into his pants.

His hair was still wet from the shower, making those dark brown locks frame his face perfectly. Those cheekbones could cut through paper. Beautiful red eyes, the same he regretfully punched at, didn't look nearly as menacing on him.

The scars, though...

They were so deep, long, ragged and twisted. Many of them stretched with age. What disturbed Peter the most were the clinical, surgical scars. Although it was probably from surgery due to being Spiderman - it's an injury-prone job - something told Peter there was more to it.

"About that. I was thinking - shock and horror, I know - we should go to the X-Men for some help."

"They won't be as helpful as you think."

"I mean, it's better than the two of us."

"They'll all go after him, Peter, and they'll all die. He'll hop from their bodies, trying to find the most stable and abuse their powers. I've seen what happens when Xavier loses control over his power - it's not pretty."

The idea of that was terrifying.

"What haven't you seen?" MJ asked, which was a good question.

"I haven't been to the universe where everybody is a zombie, so I technically haven't seen that."

"I wanna see that."

"No, MJ, you're not going to the super dangerous zombie universe," Peter sighed, wishing Miguel hadn't mentioned that.

"Don't be a buzzkill!"

The smartest of them wanted to go to zombie land. They're doomed.

"That entire universe is on lockdown; nobody can go to it."

That sentence confused him. What did he mean by that?

Quickly, the other spider regretted saying that.

MJ looked to Peter, seeking answers that he didn't have.

"Are there others with you?" she asked.

"I'm not talking about that," Miguel shot down, silently sinking away in the corridor.

Peter's not going to let him slither out of this.

"Miguel, do you have like a team or something? Is that what Klyntarus meant by "no backup"?" Peter pressed, but it only made the other spider close up more. "If there's help, we should ask for it."

MJ couldn't move quickly, but she wanted to know what happened.

He would get answers.

Peter followed. If he decided to leave the house, Peter might be unable to follow. Annoyingly, his fellow spider is adept at disappearing without a sound. It's a little creepy how little sound he made when he moved.

He heard the window open, and Peter shot his web, sticking Miguel's hand to the wall.

"¡Ay, coño!" he hissed, glaring at Peter. "Could you not web me?" the other spider growled, scratching the webbing away.

"You're not going to run. We're in this together, big guy. We're going to be open and communicate - alright?"

Miguel growled again, his fangs peaking. They do things that they shouldn't to Peter - did he have a vampire thing? That's awkwardly unhelpful and sudden.

His new friend was pacing, distressed and irritated. He sounded like an upset dog.

Peter crossed his arms, waiting.

They will talk about it, and Peter will chase him if he has to.

"You didn't mention that there are others," Peter stated, less than amused.

"You weren't supposed to know. That's obvious."

"Well, why?"

"That's not a rabbit hole you want to go down, Parker."

"A super evil snot killed my friends and nearly buried me alive. I'm down the hole already. I'm deep underground and tanning in the planet's core!"

Part of him felt bad for pushing his friend like this, given how malicious Klyntarus was, but it was necessary. They needed help, and badly.

If they can get any assistance, they need to take it.

"You're not going to like it."

"Oh, right, because the past two days have been joyous and sunshine and rainbows. Can't you see how happy I am? I'm glowing! I cracked my back; I'm shining like a glow stick," Peter huffed, hands on his waist.

He's getting more self-conscious over his weight for some reason. It's already something he hates about himself, but compared to Miguel, he appeared obese.

"Alright. Fine."

"Great."

"You're contaminated."

"And immediately, you've lost me."

"Earth-1610B. You and four others were pulled into that dimension. The Spiderman of that universe died and was replaced. I made my first autonomous universe jump a few hours afterwards. That entire universe is in quarantine now."

He's completely lost.

Miguel knew who Peter was the whole time. He's always known. He knew about the others, too.

"Alright, why's it in quarantine? Is Miles alright?"

"Miles is why it's in quarantine. The spider that bit him was never supposed to - it belonged to another universe now lacking a Spiderman. As soon as Miles got bit, that universe became unstable. Holes were torn in the multiverse, and people are falling through - we call them anomalies, and our job is to put them back where they belong. Miles is designated as the original anomaly."

"That's a whole lot of information."

"I said it's a rabbit hole!"

"There's a rabbit hole, and then there's an entire tunnel system. I mean, it's not Miles' fault that he got bit! It was those Alchemex idiots. He shouldn't be treated as some "anomaly" for that!"

"That's not the only reason. It's also because he might be... compatible."

"What? Compatible with what?"

Peter already knew the answer, but he didn't want it. Not the kid.

Miles was a good kid. He didn't deserve that level of burden on his shoulders. He's just a kid!

"If Klyntarus realises that there's someone else he can use, someone that can't fight him off, the kid won't stand a chance. He'll already know about the situation with you and the others. We... deliberately avoided you so he wouldn't catch on. All of your universes have been quarantined unless there's an anomaly."

"And the goop himself became an anomaly in my universe."

"I grabbed him as he tried to escape through one of the holes Earth-1610B tore. He's been much harder to track because of those holes. He's a slippery bastard."

"Your watch thingy is broken; you can't call anybody, but you were alone when you came through."

"I've been putting together a Spider Society - they voted on the name; I think it's stupid. Spiders from different universes support each other and provide help if Klyntarus or another anomaly shows up. And I came alone because... I wasn't going to repeat a mistake."

Miguel pressed his back against the wall and slid down, sitting awkwardly.

It felt like an interrogation, but Peter didn't mean that. He wanted answers about this utter clusterfuck.

How is he supposed to feel?

None of this is Miles' fault, of course. It's not fair. While he didn't know about the spider, it's still not Miles' fault. He hated that Miles had to be alone because of that vicious slime.

If it weren't for Klyntarus, so much would've never happened.

The idea of a spider society sounded incredible, and Peter wanted to dive headfirst into it. He hadn't been allowed to because of something nobody could've foreseen or controlled.

Except for Kingpin, obviously; that's his fault.

Peter sat beside the younger spider, feeling bad since it visibly weighed on him.

"I'm going to guess that you weren't alone last time," Peter said, keeping his tone soft and non-accusatory.

"It was early on. There wasn't a lot of us, only a small team. Ten spiders, including me. They all died," Miguel sighed, sounding a little detached, possibly a sign of disassociation. "I decided to bring them, and ten universes suffered; I wasn't going to let that happen again."

How many people has he lost to that evil slime? The stress of enduring all of that must be horrible.

How much has Klyntarus taken from him? All because he was compatible?

Peter couldn't imagine how lonely that was.

"You went after him on your own?"

It's not a question, though his voice made it sound like that. It didn't feel right for this to be happening. How can someone be carrying all of this on his shoulders alone?

That's how it is as a lone Spiderman, though. You're all alone, lost in a sea of web and tragedy.

The mere concept of a Spider Society was almost a glimmer of hope. It gave them a chance at community, to be with others like them. People that understood the burden that they carry.

"That's how it always is and how it should be. When people try to "help" me, they die, Parker. You and MJ are in danger now, and that'll never go away; he'll always wait to break you, no matter how far you think you are. And that's because I failed. Again."

Depression is a bitch to live with. It's a physical piece of you that doesn't go away, only going briefly dormant.

Peter spent a while dealing with it alone. He was isolated, depressed, miserable and tired of everything. Meeting Miles kicked him up the butt and made him feel alive again.

At least he had somebody.

"You don't want anyone to help because they'll die."

"They always do. I failed to kill him, and now all of you are in danger."

"You never intended on surviving that bomb."

"If it means killing him, I don't care."

Peter is picking up PTSD, depression and possible suicidal ideation. That's not great.

It's possible that Peter could repay what Miles did for him. Help somebody, offer a hand while they're drowning in nothingness.

His friend was alone, and Peter knew how suffocating that could be.

"I care."

"You shouldn't."

"Too bad, kid."

"Don't you dare start the age card with me!"

"My knees pop like bubble wrap. I earned my age card."

"If you call me a kid, I'll call you old man."

"Sounds like a deal."

"No!"

The mood was lightened; the true power of Spiderman!

"I'm already fat. Being called old is sprinkles on the ice cream."

"Estás obsesionado con la comida."

"It would've been great if I paid attention to Spanish in college."

He was busy falling asleep in class and swinging everywhere at night.

"At least you got to go to one."

"Motherfucker, you built a watch that takes you to other dimensions but never went to college?"

"Didn't go to any school. My "father" kept me locked in a basement for my childhood."

That explained a lot.

Everything about this guy was just miserable. His universe sucked.

"Fuck that guy."

"Yeah. Was it any good? College."

"Honestly? Waste of time."

"Good to know I didn't miss anything."

MJ opened the door, probably having been listening to them.

She came in and awkwardly shuffled beside Peter, laying her head against his shoulder.

They're in a messed-up situation. Somehow, they'll stop interdimensional splooge with as few casualties as possible. It sounded much easier than it was.

That sludge was infecting people, jumping like a virus to survive. They need to find him and burn him.

Also, they need to fix Miguel's funky watch. Despite his reservations, they need help.

"I shouldn't have sat down," MJ huffed, regretting her choice. "Can you boys help me?"

"Yeah, I'll carry you," Peter sighed, emotionally drained. "Don't stress yourself, MJ. We got this. Don't we, buddy?"

"You're overly optimistic."

"And you're a negative Nancy."

"My name isn't Nancy."

"It's a saying, dude."

"If it's because of the alliteration, it's a stupid saying."

"Both of you shove it before I take off my slippers," MJ chastised, annoyed.

MJ's the boss of the trio, as well as the mini-MJ.

Honestly, Peter wasn't confident about anything. He felt useless, regardless of his endeavour to help.

She wasn't safe in this house anymore, and that hurt. What father couldn't protect the mother of his child?

"We need to get you somewhere secure," Peter said, wrapping his arm around her. "It's gonna be dicey for a bit."

"We'll find something. I've got faith in you."

At least he has that.

[imvietnamesenotchinese]

My Créme de la Créme MCs -- Ethan & Celeste Dalton

I played CLDC by @hpowellsmith and enjoyed it quite a bit, so I got a commission of my MCs from OyenPaws on IG <3

Spotify playlists:

More info under the cut!

Ethan Dalton and Celeste Dalton are siblings. However, they're total polar opposites. Celeste is bubbly, outgoing, flirty and dramatic. Meanwhile, Ethan is introverted, reclusive, quiet and stoic.

I added lots and lots of headcanons (sorry), so in my mind, their playthroughs happened parallel with each other.

Ethan is very academic and studious. He stays in his own lane, does his own thing, unbothered. Celeste is popular and is involved with everything and everyone. She's a flirt, for sure. Florin Kraemer, eat your heart out.

Ethan decided to pursue higher education at a prestigious university, while Celeste decided to have fun with an art gallery apprenticeship. Her end goal is to become a fashion designer and start her own haute couture house.

In both playthroughs, Gallatin won. None of them ended up married. Lady Renaldt got exposed, and the good Dalton family name was restored.

Ethan got thrown in the mines (yikes!) while Celeste was busy fooling around with her boytoys. You'd think that she'd notice her brother being gone, but it's kind of hard when there are so many guys fighting for your attention :/

I scoured the author's blog to find any clues about the fashion in CLDC. I didn't want to put them in their school uniforms (which would've just been easier honestly), and since the zeitgeist of the CLDC universe is actually... not THAT set in stone (I even looked at other people's MC to make sense of what the fashion should look like) I just ended up taking inspo from dark/light academia, old money and coquette aesthetics. Can you tell that Celeste is very Lana Del Rey coded? :)

Their parents accidentally supported a corrupt political candidate.

Celeste is incredibly arrogant, vain and bold. For better or for worse. Ethan also has a tendency to look down on people he deems to be less intellectual than him.

Celeste had a hate-love thing with Blaise. Ethan wondered why she needed two snarky dark-haired dudes in her life. He pretty much avoided everyone, and the closest thing he had to romance was with Prince Rosario of all people!? So much for trying to be low-profile.

Ethan has to constantly drag Celeste out of dumb situations of her own making. Celeste has to constantly remind Ethan that people, even him, need human interaction.

Honestly the only reason why they managed to save the family's reputation is because Ethan was working behind the scenes and cleaned up Celeste's love scandals.

They're part east/southeast asian, part middle eastern and part european.

Ethan loves birds, especially corvids. He spends more time with birds than he does with people. His earring is supposed to resemble a raven.

Celeste is part of the Prefect Committee. Ethan is a member of the Birchmeier Society.

Ethan is 5'11, Celeste is 5'5.

Their mom is another OC of mine, Darcy Angelis <3

Had to restart the playthrough because of this, but in Celeste's playthrough, she decided to dance with Auguste at the ball. After that chapter ended, it triggered multiple consecutive scenes, one after another, where literally ALL of the characters had the "what are we???" talk with her. Can't believe the harem found out.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Cast: Benjamin's Funkin' Allies

Gracie: We called you guys together not just to save Salty, but to preserve the very fabric of reality itself. Benjamin: As it stands, the multiverse needs us to keep it safe, and we can't let some nasty society try to disrupt us doing the right thing. Gracie: So, our goal is simple. Save our friend, safeguard every universe... and never back down!

This post is for documenting info about the allies by Benjamin's side after he fended off Cam Malicious/Agent Blueballs in a prior post. Discounting Grace, Pico and Sky, alongside Benjamin's new boyfriend, he has a variety of allies working alongside him from across the Funkinverse (yes, the same concept by @robovoidfrog).

ErroRhythmic Beats Softie / Benjamin Fairest

Origin: FNF Soft (original concept); ErroRhythmic Beats (my expanded take on the guy) Home universe: Earth-111723 Age: 11

"What those creeps did is really unjust, other Toughie, and I'm willing to do my best to help get your Softie back home. That I can promise!"

The counterpart of Benjamin Fairest in the ErroRhythmic Beats universe, and at present the adoptive younger brother of Benjamin Miku.

The whole situation he went through wasn't all that different to what the original Softie had to face; he was an aspiring painter who wanted to make his own way in life. The issue was his parents, Frank and Marilyn Fairest, being outright abusive towards him and trying to force him into the life of a musician. The kid suffered physical AND mental abuse in the parents' bid to try and make him comply with their fabricated reality.

Eventually, he had enough and, alongside his boyfriend, Piyan N. Griffiths (the EB counterpart to Soft Pico), departed into the streets to get away from them, leading them to search day and night for their son to force him back home. Piyan himself was a wanted fugitive for the big school shooting Pico himself had to defuse, so he had to keep a low cover whilst dating Softie in shadows.

During their time out and about, Piyan did his best to sort out the cigarette burns on Ben's neck as a result of his father's abuse, and respected the kid's decision (which was forced upon him) to consistently dye his hair blue. Their time on the streets also gave Ben time to practice his art skills. Of course, he has a habit of drinking the paint water instead of his proper water, so Piyan tends to swap water cups when necessary to keep Ben from getting ill.

Of course, Piyan himself has a habit of spraying himself and Ben in the face with his spray can whenever he's doing spray art, and is notorious for not checking what end the spray nozzle is at before squirting away. Despite the odd fight they get into, the two guys still love each other to death, and Piyan's more than willing to keep Ben safe from his abusive parents.

Speaking of that, around the same time as the events Benjamin, Grace and Pico got caught up in, that's when Frank caught up to them and tried to force Ben to come back home by force, clearly not caring for what his son actually wanted. Fortunately, Piyan sprayed Frank in the face, temporarily blinding him whilst he and Softie bolted it to the train station.

There, they were met by Benji's childhood friend, Gracelyn Dent (Soft GF). In their youth, they used to hang out a lot together (mainly as a way to get away from the former's abusive parents for a bit), and it was clear she was ashamed of her body shape a lot, hence why she had her oversized sweater dress to try and hide her physique. Seeing this, Ben would often draw sweet pictures of her to help her feel better.

In addition, they always loved getting the latest Pokémon games together, and would always opt for whichever version of the game the other didn't have. Through this bond, Gracelyn developed feelings for Ben, but had difficulty spitting it out after Ben ran away from home. She believed the lies spread about Piyan at first, though after Ben had to reaffirm his identity, she felt heartbroken, though a hug between the friends at least helped her feel a bit better and ready to accept them being better as friends.

Unfortunately, the sweetness wasn't to last, since Marilyn Mearest showed up, hoisting the gay couple on her limousine to try and "persuade" (sic: force) him to come back home. Even with all the lies she said, Piyan stood up for Ben, and Ben in turn affirmed that he was going to live the life he wanted, whether she and Frank wanted him to or not.

And when she was getting especially pissed off with them, they both made a dive for it to escape, and it took them a month to recover from the injuries they sustained, thanks to a lack of funds for hospital treatment. But at least they had each other for the time being. Of course, the culmination of their efforts would come around that same Christmas, where Ben finally snapped at his parents and exposed their nature in public, shattering their goodwill in the public eye and moving past his trauma once and for all.

That's when he and Benjamin Miku met for the first time when he and his family were also celebrating Christmas, when Softie's parents were trying to get after him. Immediately, Oliver and Alice scooped the kid up in their arms and warned the Fairests to back off, with Benjamin himself also warning them to stay away from their "son". It got especially ugly for the Fairests when Daniel Dearest, who was making amends in that year, got involved and called them out for their heartless abuse.

Fortunately, the Fairests were both arrested on the grounds of covering up child abuse, and Piyan was glad they got their just desserts. The charges put on him were cleared thanks to him proving his innocence, and Softie was ultimately adopted into the Miku family. Safe to say, he really enjoys being around his new family a lot more than the Fairests, and even better is that they respected the career he wanted to pursue.

After this, he continued pursuing art with Piyan by his side, the duo bonding closely as the loving couple they were. They even adopted a street cat they found out and about, taking good care of it and nursing it back to good health. And each Sunday, they also tend to accompany Skid and Pump to get some extra funds, and have aimed to go trick-or-treating with them too.

After hearing about the mess Cam tried to rope Benjamin into, Softie willingly tagged along with the guy to help put a stop to The X and defy "fate". In fact, he was the one that ultimately convinced the original Soft Pico to tag along, his natural blond hair on his forehead being the best way to tell the versions apart (and there as a keepsake thanks to the Mikus not minding his natural hair colour) and knowing what it was like to lose someone close to you.

Barbara

Origin: Arrow Funk Home universe: Earth-22512 Age: 18

"Whatever that werewolf lady wanted with Bidu, I'm taggin' along to put a stop to it! Just gimme enough treats to last the trip, and I'll be your forever ally!"

Barbara is the adoptive daughter of the famed Grape Sago in her universe, and thus the Girlfriend to Bidu's Boyfriend. You'll find she has quite the appreciation for sweet treats, especially ice lollies, and she's rarely ever seen without one.

In her dimension, Bidu was framed by his boss, Kevin, for apparently having a drug addiction, which the dude denied, though the rumour was clearly there to encourage people to get at the guy so that Kevin could get more customers from the club brawls. Luckily, Barbara was more than happy to stick by Bidu's side, despite her dad disapproving of the two hanging out together.

Of course, we've yet to know about Bidu's actual name. He's simply dubbed "Bidu", as that's an affectionate nickname Barbara gave him thanks to her love of sweets. Of course, she's not actually aware her parents are both demons, despite the obvious signs being there.

Their most recent endeavour was avoiding getting their brains blown out at the hands of Dono (their universe's Pico), and Barbara and Bidu both made it out of that encounter safe and sound. It wasn't too long after that that their dimension was sighted by Judith (the Girlfriend from FNF DJX), who was asked to look into early-bird Boyfriends and see if they were good candidate potential for the Funkin' Society.

Though Bidu was a bit interested in the idea of joining other people like him, Barbara kept Judith back from him, her behaviour toward Bidu giving her a very bad feeling about the werewolf girl. Fortunately for them, Judith was polite enough to respect their boundaries and just let them go about their business, but was worried about what Cam would think.

Not long after this, Benjamin and EV!Softie started their search around the Funkinverse at their place, and neither of them had seen Salty in their world. However, Barbara said she was more than happy to ally with Ben's cause (just so long as there was enough treats for the trip), since she wanted answers as to why someone came to force a sinister offer on her boyfriend. It's after this that she learned about the two-way conflict, and that's how she got her part in the race to save Salty and stop The X.

Soft Pico (the original version)

Origin: FNF Soft Home universe: Earth-10143 Age: 19

"Sounds like that guy's itching for trouble. I don't care what his "good intentions" are, but NOBODY forcefully steals Baby Blue from me and gets away with it. In that case, I'm coming with you to get him back from those creeps!"

This time, let's focus on the original Soft Pico, and his whole role in the situation.

His situation is just like what Piyan went through, only he's the Pico of his universe and was framed for setting off the school shooting, forcing him to ditch school and go undercover. Thankfully for him, Softie had his back and knew he was innocent in all of this. And as per canon, he does not approve of the Fairests OR their treatment of Softie.

The above story that EV!Softie went through still applies, though between the street and the train station, Soft Pico and Soft Benji stopped off at a mansion, where they met their universe's version of Skid and Pump, alongside the shy kid facing a physical manifestation of his fear from abuse.

Fortunately, by the time these events played out, the Fairests were given their just desserts as well, though only Soft Pico knows what happened to them after they were ratted out. Soft Grace also got over trying to marry Soft Ben, and instead went on to date the Senpai of her universe. The night after was when Ben came into contact with the original Boyfriend, who encouraged him to chase his dreams instead of being stuck being a replica of the "real deal".

However, the following morning, something worrying happened; Softie had mysteriously vanished when Soft Pico woke up, which worried him gravely. He knew the Fairests couldn't have been involved, since the public perception of them declined a lot after they were publicly exposed for their crimes, and he didn't hold Soft Grace responsible for it, since she gave up trying to bring Benji back to her.

One evening, when he was on the search, he indeed found Softie again... except it wasn't his Softie. As it happened, it was EV!Softie, having come there with Grace after discovering the world had its Boyfriend absent. With Soft Pico desperate for answers, Grace explained what happened; the original Softie was captured by Cam Malicious in his sleep and brought into the Funkin' Society by force, likely as one of those planned to be conditioned into the ways of "canon events".

Soft Pico did know that Softie was brave enough to stand his ground there, and he had backing from Leo (Neo BF) and B3 as friends to bide his time until he could get back out of there. But the guy still wanted to get even with Cam for doing this without permission OR respect for their rights. With that in mind, he joined Benjamin's alliance with no questions asked to get his Softie back and give the Funkin' Society rogues what for.

Alt MIX Boyfriend

Origin: Funkin' MIX Home universe: Earth-72599 Age: 19

"You don't needa say anythin' more, kid. If the price is just right, I'll join your cause to keep our land safe from rogues. And, er, the other me workin' with 'em."

Now, let's look into a Boyfriend who might've turned out MUCH differently canonically if things took a turn for the worst.

This is where MIX Boyfriend comes in. After the events of the infamous school shooting, Boyfriend was left deeply affected by the incident. As such, he went on to become a professional killer for Daddy Dearest, and has since become paranoid, always carrying his Uzi at all times, even when outside of the job.

One day, after completing one of his missions, he accidentally overheard a conversation going on between his boss and her daughter. She wanted to help her father with the business, but out of fear for her safety, he turned down her request. Hearing this, BF took pity on her, deciding to give her a hand behind DD's back. He teaches her to shoot, she teaches him to sing. Seems easy enough.

A week passed, and Daddy Dearest was starting to feel some suspicions about his employee's "urgent" affairs between missions, so one day, he sneakily eyed on the dude as he made his way out. He very quickly found out about his daughter's new lover and accomplice, blocking them at the door and warning his employee to prove his strength to get her. Fortunately, BF overpowered his boss, even disarming him for good pleasure to signify himself as the winner.

That said, it's best not to look to him as a role model. Yes, the original Boyfriend isn't much better in that regard, but the negative traits are amplified to eleven with MIX Boyfriend. He's cold-blooded at times whilst on the job, enjoys fast food, smokes while no-one's around, and has even made his thumb bleed through biting it with his sharp teeth, in the name of arousing GF. Despite these, though, he can be quite the pleasant guy to be around, just so long as you aren't the one he's targetting.

Most recently was him trying to deal with a goopy monster that captured the Lila from the canon Spooky Month universe, though shortly after that was when he was hired into the Funkin' Society by Cam. ...At least, his official self. I'm talking about an alternate version of him who never got encountered by Cam to begin with.

So, that was the next port of call for Benjamin's alliance, to brief him in on what was going on and how Cam and The X are both prime targets who are both trying to ruin Salty's life in their own ways. All it took was a fair and upfront one-time payment of 10 bucks to get MIX Boyfriend on board to save the multiverse with the team.

I can't really answer why BF has that white eye. Not even he remembers how he got it.

B-Bot

Origin: Mega Man: Funkin' Heroes Home universe: Earth-12488

"Beep de boodai, boo! [You can count on me, friend!]"

The version of Boyfriend from this universe isn't like the rest, being a custom-made Robot Master made by an unknown creator. What helps him stand out is that his "mic" is linked to his blaster, hovering just in close proximity to it, and he tends to get out of most trouble by either singing through it or fighting out.

It was one day when he was dispatched near Dr. Albert Wily's first fortress, where he encountered the one and only Mega Man there and proved his worth in a one-on-one duel with him. With this on hand, the hero and hero-yet-to-be came up with a plan. They would breach different spots in the fortress and distract Wily's worst machines to give the Blue Bomber a chance to face Wily.

So that's what was agreed on, with B-Bot going in the deeper areas of the base to take on the Copy Robot and an eldritch defect known as Me-Gone-Man, while Rock took on the Yellow Devil and then Dr. Wily personally to teach the evil doctor what for. In the aftermath, with no place to go back to, B-Bot went back to Dr. Light's lab with Rock, the two welcomed back with open arms.

So after that situation, the two worked strongly together to overpower Wily's further schemes, bringing Proto Man back into Light's lab again in the process, and later getting even with Bass and Treble for their allegiance to Wily. With no sign of his original creator after these events, B-Bot has since been taken in by Dr. Light as one of his own, and was treated the respect he deserved by helping stop Wily time and time again.

When Pico and Barbara came to investigate that dimension looking for recruits to overpower the Funkin' Society and The X, B-Bot didn't need any other reason to ally with them, other than the good will inside his core. This makes him the token robot in Benjamin's Funkin' allies (the second of which if counting Boom as a member of the joint heroes), and he's very proud of being part of such a grand mission.

Return Funkin' GF

Origin: The Return Funkin' Home universe: Earth-15221 Age: 19

"I'll try tapping into my powers again, so I can at least be of some use to you all. But other than that, count me in!"

This version of Girlfriend is from a mod harkening back to the classic mods of FNF history. Not too much is actually known about her, but it's rumoured she could be an alternate proxy of the original GF, thanks to the motives she and her Boyfriend had; doing travels to past locations and re-encountering past rivals again.

For the occasion, GF's changed up her outfit a bit compared to her original self. Instead of her dress that shows off her thighs, she's opted for a comfy red hoodie and baggy jeans, alongside tying her hair back to make her better stand out from her original self. And likewise, she was able to conjure up an alternate outfit for Boyfriend as well to fit the theme.

As we know of, the only character they've re-encountered is Whitty, in the same famous alleyway we remember facing him in. Of course, the bomb-head wasn't too pleased at seeing them show up again, and he quickly got angry at their refusal to leave him be, though thankfully not as destructive as last time. Thanks to this, the couple decided to hold off on the old rival hunt to keep out of danger for the time being.

Unfortunately, the encounter left GF without her usual abilities aside from teleportation, which was how she bailed herself and BF out of the encounter, and it was clearly going to take her time to get back in the groove of using them again. So due to this, the couple hung low to avoid any nasty encounters for the time being.

The presence of a Boyfriend in the Return Funkin' universe was what led to Benjamin and Soft Pico checking it out, coming across the two just hanging out. They explained that the two were currently lucky that neither were approached for a place in the Funkin' Society, considering how much of a crapsack utopia it is. And in the name of helping others, GF was more than happy to come along and help, just so long as she could sort her powers out to be of good help to the team.

Mii Boyfriend

Origin: Wii Funkin - VS Matt Home universe: Earth-1119 Age: 4 years since his creation on a Wii console; 19 mentally

"Beep bop bodai! (I'll come along!)"

Of course, a multiverse isn't complete without the occasional oddball in the mix, and said oddball is in the form of a Mii version of Boyfriend, hand-designed by somebody on a Nintendo Wii console and used quite a bit in games on the console, particularly with a Girlfriend Mii accompanying him too.

His most common usage is being in and around the Wii games that primarily have a focus on Mii characters, such as Wii Fit, Wii Party, Wii Music, and of course, Wii Sports (Resort)! Most famously, he was assigned in a boxing match to take on Matt, the game's ever-famous boxer NPC, at the highest difficulty possible. And through a LOT of grueling challenges, he ultimately won the brawl and got Matt's respect for being able to keep pace the whole way.

And in his spare time when not being assigned by a player for Mii-based games, he's simply chilling out around Wuhu Island, situated off the coast from Japan, living in harmony with fellow Miis taking residence there and discovering the mysteries behind the Island Spirit that watched over them, who did not want turmoil to be brought into the land and ensured that the residents did not take the island's bounties for granted.

Even then, the scars felt from the island's side of World War II are still prominent in the present day, and Mii BF did not want to unintentionally spark trauma in any war veterans that survived the conflict on the island's shores, instead providing support and comfort for any affected Miis in their lives.

It was one day when Mii BF and Mii GF were chilling out on the shores of Sugarsand Beach that an attempt to pull Mii BF into the Funkin' Society was attempted, but his data was ultimately incompatible with the unjust acts of the society, so he couldn't be contacted by Cam or Judith, leading them to just leave the Mii to his own devices.

Fortunately, Return Funkin' GF and EV!Softie had no trouble getting in, using interdimensional watches to temporarily shift themselves into Miis to blend in better while the Wii's player was out for the day. They explained the situation to Mii BF, who finally had an answer for why he briefly glitched out one day. Because he needed something exciting to do for the day, the Mii was happy to agree to joining the crew in their act to disrupt the Funkin' Society and stop The X before he can harm anyone close to Salty.

Evan

Origin: Friday Night Funkin' - Childhood Memories Home universe: Earth-8814 Age: 8

"Hey, it's okay. Even though I can't really fight all those bullies, I'll still be around to show emotional support to you wherever I can."

Of the gang in Benjamin's group, Evan is by far the youngest of them all, and is from a mod me and @becdoesthings are currently directing (formerly owned by NotSoDevy).

In his youth, Evan was one of the shy kids at school and tried to do his best to make friends. Part of this is down to him being autistic, explaining his difficulties in interacting with other people. He got bullied a lot, but fortunately, things changed for the better when Holly got involved and made the bullies back off.

Since then, the duo have been very close friends and have enjoyed spending time together. Holly's parents' are at an unknown place, hence why she often hangs out at Evan's home, and is treated as if she were a part of Evan's family to begin with while her parents are out. Evan's mum and dad have also both been really supportive of him and wished him the best going on in life.

On weekends after school, Evan and Holly often spend time together watching children's TV shows, such as Blue's Clues (Evan's favourite), Elmo's World, Little Einsteins, Team Umizoomi... The whole lot you used to see on kids' channels back in the day. Since Evan often feels lonely, even with Holly about, the fourth-wall breaking nature of the shows helps ignite Evan's curiosity and desire to interact with the characters in question.

In terms of interests, Evan really enjoys drawing pictures, whilst Holly is a singer. As Holly is more outgoing and energetic, this could be a given for her. Evan also has the habit of tripping over on occasion, but fortunately, Holly is always close by to help him up. There is an iteration of Pico in Evan's world, but the two have never crossed paths. In addition, the infamous school shooting never occurred, rendering their innocence intact.

There was one day, however, when things got especially crazy. When Evan and Holly were watching some DVDs one weekend, a lightning strike came out of nowhere and zapped the DVD player, causing Evan and Holly to be pulled inside. There, they were met by Nick Jr.'s ex-host, Face, and after introductions, the plucky sentient face tagged along with the kids in the form of a handheld Holly carried with her while they figured out how to leave and get back home.

So the three travelled together through worlds based on many classic childhood shows, making friends with the characters they met along the way and overall having a really enjoyable time with the colourful characters. By the end, Evan was saddened that he had to go, though Face reassured him that he'll be able to visit again some other time if he wanted to, and even if he couldn't, Face would always make sure to keep watch on him from the boundaries of the TV screen.

Of the dimensions, Evan's world is one Benjamin himself has visited quite often, and though Evan was pretty shy about meeting another Boyfriend, Ben remained gentle with him while he got the confidence to come closer. Since then, Ben has dedicated time each Sunday to look after him, and Evan in turn was excited to show him his DVD collection. Needless to say, the two boys really enjoyed being together whenever the opportunity was available.

After Cam had attempted to apprehend Ben before, this world was one of the first that he went to, with Barbara alongside him, mainly to check that Evan was alright and clearly fearful that Cam might've targeted him as he did with Lexi Robin before. Fortunately, the Funkin' Society hadn't had enough time to track Evan down, so he was all well and good.

After introducing Evan to Barbara, Ben was about to head out, though Evan simply wanted to tag along, wanting to help people however he could. Ben was more hesitant, considering Evan was the youngest would-be recruit he knew, but after some persuasion, and asking his parents if it was alright, Ben got him on board for the trip, where he's been serving as emotional support for any of the guys or gals that need it.

Neo Girlfriend

Origin: Friday Night Funkin' Neo Home universe: Earth-21821 Age: 19

"Wherever they've taken my babe for too long, I don't want him involved in this nonsense. I'm tagging along to ensure he'll be alright!"

Onto one more FNF AU, and this one is aglow with flashy lights and neon colours. In this "Neo" universe is the counterpart of Girlfriend, who had been getting into plenty of DJ work herself prior to meeting her Boyfriend/Leo.

Rap battle opportunities were ripe for those who were deemed worthy by Neo Daddy Dearest, and Leo was itching to prove himself and get involved in actual gigs. Neo GF kept watch over him during each performance to ensure he was doing alright. Things quickly derailed at the Raveyard, however, when the Neo Monster came about to wreak havoc.

Fortunately, the two could get out of that pickle, but Monster quickly sent his henchmen, including Neo Pico, in a bid to apprehend Leo and bring him to Monster alive. Fortunately, they made the bounty hunters back off, just in time for some music video filming with Neo Mommy Mearest... on top of a frickin' PLANE! (Granted, Benjamin was on a stage carried in the sky, but this is different.)

After that wrapped up, they landed by a party hall in Neo City, where they could celebrate the success of the music video together, though Leo and Neo DD had some... choice things to say about each other.

Leo: I say you're on, shit lips! Neo Daddy Dearest: STOP CALLING ME SHIT LIPS Leo: STOP CALLING ME GLOWSDICK

Unfortunately, Monster quickly crashed the party again, referring to Leo constantly as his "son" during their conflict. And in the aftermath, Leo passed out and was taken captive by Monster's gang. After he escaped, he was later proven worthy for the Funkin' Society, an act Neo GF explicitly disapproved of. It took around a week for her to figure out how to get after him, though her luck came when Benjamin and Soft Pico came along.

It had already been a day since the big chase in the Funkin' Society HQ, and Neo GF was absolutely itching to find answers as to what business Leo was forcefully entangled in. As such, she quickly enlisted to help the crew out, and she became good friends with Soft Pico during their time together, due to both having a matching motive.

BluBuni

Created by: Leideri on Twitter Home universe: Earth-923 Age: 13

"If you need help, I'll give you whatever help you need! You can count on me!"

Now for a more unique one; a female spin on a popular BF take, specifically for Bunfriend, in the form of BluBuni. As it stands, we don't know what her actual name is, as she's only known by her nickname.

Similarly to Bunfriend being a cool and radical dude in his Sonic universe, BluBuni is equally outgoing, and borders on being an outright genki girl thanks to her often happy personality and ability to see the bright side of so much. She is easily excitable by thrilling prospects like action movies, and had developed a fascination with Little Planet and it revolving around the concept of time itself.

She's often accompanied by Goatfriend, who's a good friend of hers and often has her back in more dangerous situations. Despite her general silly nature, she knows when to take a situation seriously, and doesn't like it whenever Goatfriend and one of her other friends butt heads sometimes. She's also very caring for anyone she's close to, though the concept of romance mostly flies right over her head for some reason, and it's because of this that the two friends aren't an item in their universe (in this interpretation, at least).

However, deep down, she suffers from some trauma she hasn't been able to truly shake; the death of her big brother at the hands of an EXE that terrorised her land at one point. The EXE in question was driven back out, but that side of the damage remained done. Despite this, she doesn't let this trauma weigh her down, knowing her brother would want her to keep going and shining bright for his sake.

It was the day after Cam's attempted capturing of Benjamin that Kenji Tensei showed up in BluBuni's dimension, after having been retrieved following Gracie overpowering him before. Though, instead of trying to enlist BluBuni into the Funkin' Society, he got sidetracked with his anime trope wonk, simply baffling the girl. Of course, this gave Benjamin, Grace and Mii BF the opening to catch him off-guard and knock him out.

Ben explained the situation to BluBuni, who was more than eager to help save the day with him, simply out of the goodness in her heart, while Goatfriend dealt with Kenji while he was stuck there. It was during the trip that Ben and Blu started to develop a very close brother-sister bond with each other, the former admiring her positive thinking and the latter admiring his heroics and overall kindness.

(BluBuni sprite by JH-Production)

Even after the defeat of The X, BluBuni had been hanging out with Benjamin pretty often, wanting to get to know his world better and bond with his friends as well. You can usually catch them having donuts together (with a banana each too to keep their diet healthy). Of course, if you say they're a couple at the moment (still working on how that could really start out), it's a quick surefire way to get them both flustered, though it won't lower their guards if in combat together.

Bently Forceloyed

Origin: New Identity, New Life (part of this story) Home universe: Earth-12124 Age: 14

(Sketch by @mcgamejolter)

"I've seen more than enough monsters trying to harm others to know immediately you're up to no good, Cam. [...] Don't talk bullshit to me, Agent. We're not friends anymore, and I will not be maintaining your "canon" with you!"

Finally, let's look at a Boyfriend who's technically the new kid on the block... or rather, an alternate version of Benjamin himself, who got off much worse in the aftermath of More than One Universe.

If you want to know a basic summary of his story from his perspective, please read this post. Otherwise, please keep reading!

During the big conflict, the alternate Benjamin fell victim to possession at the hands of a spirit known as Puhoi, who went on to flat-out massacre everyone and everything he came to care for. It got to the point that his own dimension wasn't safe for him anymore, so he left the confines of his mind and escaped into the vast multiverse, eventually picking a city world, Earth-12124, as his place of residence.

He entered the world with another human-esque friend, known as Livie Vernal (the expy of Skid here), alongside a hefty sum of money that could help him get by in the new world. And thanks to him sharing his love of music to Livie, that's when he met Isabella Fondsmith, the two quickly growing close as lovers.

Of course, a dark past was bound to catch up to Bently Forceloyed eventually, especially since he was still infected with the Puhoi curse. He had some dark dreams where he encountered Audrey, the previous bearer of the curse, trapped for his sins, and despite what he said, Bently couldn't bring himself to accept the curse as a gift.

After enough time, Audrey broke back out of the domain himself into Bently's apartment, necessitating him and Livie to look after him as much as possible. Bently also settled back into school during that time, and though he didn't need to go back, he still opted to anyway thanks to the opportunity to meet new friends.

His presence did catch the attention of the city's government, though, and they sent a trainee agent known as Koda Terrafirm (Alt Pico) to sort him out. It took a couple of clashes between them, but those clashes were enough to bury the hatchet between them.

With time, however, the stress from looking after Audrey so much was starting to burn Bently out, so he wanted to see about getting him moved to a residence that he could feel safe and loved in, specifically the residence of Otto Maypole (Alt Pump). The guilt of doing so caught up with Bently fast, though, when Audrey was worried that Bently might have hated him for his times to his dark past.

After Bently reaffirmed that he didn't really hate Audrey, he stayed over with the Maypoles for a few days, feeling ill AND deeply depressed from his decision. Audrey did manage to make a compromise for them both, of course; he'd take the curse's energy while transferring more positive energy to Bently in return, similarly to when he was once an angel.

One "nightmare" Bently had led to him confronting his past self (the real deal), and despite a misunderstanding and some very personal combat, Bently quickly came clean to Benjamin about his struggles and his fear about getting things wrong again. And thanks to Grace and Isabella also connecting through the dreamscape, Bently emerged from the dream feeling a lot better and more ready to help protect his new home.

Not long after the sleepover finished was when Otto's big brother, Getto, came to stay over while preparing for exams. Audrey took a quick liking to the guy (perhaps a crush deep down, mmm? :3), and even had the technical know-how to develop a special watch for him that displayed a whole manner of facts. And these facts managed to help Getto complete his exams with success.

Bently also got back into the swing of crime-fighting, using some retractable triangle blades on his gloves to attack criminals with, and he doesn't play nice if there's no other way to reason with someone hellbent in their own ways.

Of course, the dark past couldn't be evaded forever. Puhoi came back shortly after, using Audrey's body as a bid to talk things out with Bently, though the kid reaffirmed that he'd rather not have anything to do with him. The possession had a side-effect on Audrey in that it rendered him sick for a day, which also happened to Isabella when she was briefly possessed by another spirit that trailed after him.

Eventually, Puhoi had to confine in Bently as a voluntary host to keep away from the Society of Souls, who were hellbent on harming him for even showing the slightest bit of weakness. Bently did reluctantly agree after enough persuasion, and found himself growing more and more inclined to keep Puhoi safe after observing the scars he endured.

One day, however (specifically the day after Cam's failed apprehension of Benjamin), was when an out-of-world case had to be dealt with. Bently had caught sight of a cartoony hooligan known as Max Chaos causing trouble and went to deal with him, though was kept on the ropes thanks to his cartoon physics. Of course, Isabella was also present to briefly outwit him by blocking the front door of the bank off.

And soon enough, Bently chased him down to a car park where the cops had failed to apprehend Max. And though Max was about to knock Bently out cold like he did with the police, Cam showed up at the right time to attack him and trick him into speaking out loud (he usually uses signs to speak, ala Wile E. Coyote), bringing him to Bently's attention and getting the two teaming up to sort the crook out.

Max: What's up with dis whole trouble tryna mag me anyway, mac?! Bently: To keep this city safe from bandits like you! Max: Bandit?! Why- I'm new here! Dis is my first time doin' a crime. Ya see, I grew up- Cam: Silence! Bently: What's his reputation like? Cam: <Ran over and destroyed numerous planets in a cartoon gag, literally shattered the fourth wall, can grab a nuclear warhead from hammerspace, and he's got a huge bounty on his head in his world.>

Together, the two counterparts managed to defeat Max Chaos and send him on a one-way trip back to his dimension to be dealt with there. After that was when Cam considered enlisting Bently into the Funkin' Society, seeing as he was a bit more open to listen. However, B-Bot and Neo GF interfered in this attempt and came clean to Bently about the trap he was about to walk into.

This severed any trust he had in Cam for good, and he made it clear that he would not comply with "canon events", having had enough losses to last a lifetime, and proved his point by catching Cam off-guard and injuring him with his wrist blades, leaving one very nasty scar on his eye before he had to retreat. And after getting the full-scope as to what went on, Bently felt compelled to help protect the multiverse and stop The X in his tracks, in turn making him the last -friend to join Benjamin's side of the Funkin' Gang in the name of saving the multiverse.

[woodsfae]

Back to it after only… checks notes five months!

Babylon 5 S02414: There All The Honor Lies season 2 table of contents • previous episode

:o They're being merchandised!

"This is demeaning! We're not some deep space franchise." - Susan Ivanova

snerk

In my viewing hiatus, I forgot how truly stunning Claudia Christian is.

Hah, Sheridan fell for the oldest pickpocketing trick in the book, the ole "slight of hand while "accidentally" bumping into you." But I didn't expect it to be a set-up for an attempted murder!

Sheridan really doesn't look like a Bruce.

Delenn with the Hair! Being a detective!

This does smell of a set-up. I agree with Garibaldi, who is much more genial and likeable this episode than I remember him being the last several episodes at least. Maybe the break endeared him to me. :P

Lots of people acting strangely.

I hate that the Minbari are by and large being so racist to Delenn. Also, flagrantly flouting her legal authority as not only the Minbari-appointed ambassador to B5, but also the Council-appointed investigator into this situation!

The investigative protocols are kinda messed up. Sheridan issuing orders about the investigation into his own actions is D: not good. And very ripe for accusations of abuse of his position!

Whew, thank goodness, we're back to the light-hearted B-Plot.

With human face masks.

Hah, about time a lawyer shows up.

Yewouch, the hits keep piling up An indictment from Earth government, too.

Kosh! Kosh! Kosh! Here to be teaching. One does not simply refuse the Vorlon Ambassador's Summons.

A room, low-ceiling, with mysterious tarps shapes dappled in light, dimly. Robed figures. We're into the high fantasy side of this sci fi show again.

Sheridan really said "I don't have any cash, sorry."

omfg. Floating red robed figures singing classical latin hymns. We really are in the high fantasy side of this show again.

This is a moment of true beauty. Fucking wild, how did Kosh arrange this? or is there a society of magical monks living in the Down Below all the time?

Vir is haunted by the agonies of the past for two. Since Londo has no shame or intention of developing a conscience.

It's nice to get some Vir backstory, though. Poor guy. Unsupportive family, shit posting in an out-of-the-way unimportant crap position. And now they're taking it away for him. Rude.

Sheridan's field trip with Kosh was just what he needed, actually.

Delenn's people are shunning her, but she gathers critical information through the power of research and cross-referencing databases! Queen shit.

Minbari martial arts stances are pretty amusing. But Lennier's most deadly weapon is persuasive argument and appeals to honor.

Minbari don't lie, except to protect another Minbari's honor. THe latter part generally not being disclosed to aliens. That's a pretty big loophole, though. Makes it more like "Prefers to be honest when it's not too uncomfortable."

Delenn's propensity for meeting with her allies in private, aesthetic surroundings is as endearing as much as it is a ploy, I think. It's great for the type of gentle honesty she fosters in her conversations.

Dang, knowing this perspective of Sheridan's military victory over the Minbari, it does seem like an insult that Earth appointed him the commander of B5.

This outcome, as suggested by Sheridan, is a tidy way to wrap it up. But the backroom dealing feels more…overt? And less through official channels than much of Sinclair's dealings. Though there were coverups under his tenure, too! Such is the nature of B5 politics, it seems. But it also makes it a bit difficult to remember which governments, and which characters, know what. A lot of misinformation gets sent home to various planetary governments and circulates B5!

This seems nice of Londo to do for Vir, but I bet Londo also doesn't want to risk the next assistant not being as loyal to him personally. Better to keep the current one, butter him up, and improve his circumstances a little, to encourage that loyalty more.

Or kill him if everything goes south! So candid! Plus a month with the dreaful family. Londo can't help but be an ass, it seems.

And so ends the monetazation of B5. A little bear jettisoned into space. Captain's whims win, capitalism fights another day, a thousand ways.

A good and fun episode! The Moment of True Beauty really made it for me. A great Kosh Field Trip plopped right in the middle of the action. Just like Vorlons making incomprehensible moves that confuse the lower life forms. I am glad to be back! Hopefully continuing to be!

onwards!

[immobiliter]

over the years as archon, furina has enforced on herself extremely high standards of both dress and her more general appearance when in public. she will never, ever be seen with a loose seam on her outfit or so much as a hair out of place ( and if she is caught like that, there will be absolute hell to pay for whoever is in her vicinity or whoever she deems responsible, rip ) — she is not just a god, but also a celebrity in fontaine ( we know she made the two concepts almost interchangeable from one other ) and there are countless journalists, paparazzi and ordinary people who take an interest in her day to day movements, meaning that she is under almost constant scrutiny. obviously maintaining such a flawless outward image of herself is unrealistic for anyone all the time and so the only people who tend to see furina looking a little more imperfect, who might catch her without makeup or dressed down from her usual very elaborate and intricate sense of style, are those who work at the palais mermonia

this is also why furina is a nightmare to work with, especially when it comes to the theatre: her own performance as archon is a matter of life and death for all of fontaine and, under such extreme pressure as she is, she will enforce those same standards onto anyone she is collaborating with. so far as she is concerned, those she is choosing to work with reflect on her and, in a way, become an extension of that need to seem beyond reproach in the eyes of her people. if they make her look bad on stage or otherwise undermine her, that is a potentially dangerous thing that can invite criticism and damage her reputation, and this is why stories abound of furina pulling out or cutting ties with a theatre troupe on the eve of a performance.

but for all this girl's many flaws, she has always been a huge patron for the arts in general. she knows that attaching her name to a theatre troupe or project can change the lives of ordinary fontainians and, if she sees merit in said project, she will bring a huge amount of passion and expertise in addition to exposure to those she is supporting. it was also very much her rule that everyone who worked on a play or opera or film, whether in front of the camera/on stage or behind the scenes, receive credit for their work ( which is why she's so annoyed when the theatre troupe throw it back at her during her story quest ). for all that fontaine is a very unequal society in many ways, furina tried very hard to ensure that the arts were accessible to everyone, no matter their background or financial status, and that anyone could start their own theatre troupe or find work within the industry if they had the natural affinity or talent for it. she also advocated for a system of bursaries and scholarships for those who displayed aptitude for music or acting or dance but did not have the mora to be able to fund lessons or tuition.

also if you scroll through the notices on the bulletin board outside the opera epiclese, there is mention of a melusine philharmonic orchestra and i like to think that this was very much a passion project of hers that she helped to set up centuries ago and still exists today.

[starsandauras]

Prompt 23: Suit

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge Prompt 23: Suit

“And here I thought I left situations like this behind in Sharlayan,” Thancred complained lightly, doing up the buttons on his newly purchased justaucorps as he watched himself in the mirror. It was almost strange to see himself in such formal wear, he was certain the last time he’d worn something like this in sincerity was at one of the formal parties the Leveilleurs would sometimes hold.

He certainly hoped he would enjoy this more than he ever had those oppressive things. Not that Lady Ameliance set out to host such parties, but she was fighting against the shadow Fourchenault would always cast on such events.

Urianger came up behind him, and their eyes matched in the mirror as the Elezen straightened Thancred’s lapels, smoothing the fabric down before draping his arms over his shoulders. He too was in a justaucorps, and Brigid had managed to get him into a dark shade of green instead of the grays he had started to favor of late. It contrasted nicely with the storm blue of his own. “You’re certain you don’t wish to remain with the children?” Thancred asked, looking up at him as a hand settled on Urianger’s arm.

Cred was no longer the darling accessory, to be draped along Brigid’s chest and fawned over by Ishgardian ladies, and so he, alongside Ryne and Gaia, was relegated to the nursery of House Fortemps. The girls were able to beg off under pretense of watching over the five year old, and Ryne especially seemed relived to not have to spend an evening rubbing elbows with Ishgardian nobility.

Urianger shrugged, leaning down to nose at Thancred’s hair. “We need only remain long enough to satisfy standards of propriety,” he said. “I am well versed in timely exits, after so many years.”

Thancred hummed softly, thinking about it. As one of Louisoix’s primary students, Urianger would have been required to put in appearances at formal events held very early on. “Yes, of course.”

“Well now look at them, pretty thing,” came a drawl from the doorway, and the two men smiled as they looked over, Thancred making a point to lean even more into the taller man. “A cozy pair they are.” Hilda crossed her arms, her justaucorps in a soot black (second hand from the looks of it as well, barely visible patches and overdyed to escape the inevitable fading, only noticeable to someone who had personal experiences with such things), legs in the same dark trousers Thancred and Urianger were wearing. She was grinning widely, hair tied back with a scarlet ribbon, matching her eyes perfectly.

At her side stood Brigid, giggling behind a hand. She was corseted quite happily into one of the high house gowns, the Rhotano blue shade perfectly setting off her hair and eyes, while matching well with the blue and green Urianger wore. Peeking out from under her hem, which nearly brushed the ground, were her practical boots. They all knew there were quite the number of peticoats and slips hiding under that dress, as well as a couple of fire crystal shards sewn into the lining, in an attempt to keep Brigid toasty warm. “Aye, quite cozy,” she agreed, pecking a kiss to Hilda’s cheek before almost gliding over to her husbands, a faint rustle attending her.

“Hello, Spitfire,” Thancred greeted her warmly, reaching out for her hand and brushing his fingers over the rings settled on it.

“My desert rose,” Urianger said softly, reaching for her other and threading their fingers together. “Thou art as lovely as always.”

Hilda rolled her eyes fondly. “Honeymooners,” she teased. “Now c’mon, it’s the first ball of the season and that little wedding of yours is still the talk of the town.” Despite that it had been nearly six moons ago.

“Aye,” Thancred said on a sigh, putting an arm around Brigid’s waist, the trio walking over to Hilda. “Let’s go put in our first appearance in Ishgardian high society as properly married.” He wrapped his other arm around Hilda’s waist, tugging her close and earning another eye roll.

“And scandalize the lot of them, already with a mistress on your arm, and in front of your lady wife and lord husband at that,” she joked, but relaxed against him anyway.

Brigid laughed brightly, her hand still holding tightly to Urianger’s. “And ‘twill be such fun,” she agreed, winking in her girlfriend’s direction. “Cannae be waitin’ to be readin’ ‘bout it in the society papers!”

[tricornonthecob]

Not Gonna Let Down The Title Line

LK 103: United we Crammed

(pt1)(pt2)(pt3)(pt4)

you know I think the dumbass CAN be taught.

xXdaggerQuillXx is not only on-point for an edgelord 15/16 year old given access to mass media, but its also on-point for early 2000s-era forum usernames. I have a theory that someone in the writer's room was either daggerQuill or had a similar name, and this line was meant to dunk on them.

ROAST HIS ASS, MOSES.

oh, ADHD-ass eager beaver.

Moses is also not paid enough to put up with this.

I paused on just the right frame to get a face full of squirrel twerking. I need to sit down a moment.

ok but their relationship is kind of cute, too.

Sam I'm gonna need you to calm tf down, you're causing tonal whiplash with the soundtrack.

in other words, John is gonna crush them.

I don't see how having Henri be sheepdog is going to make the wagon move any faster but then again he's probably an absolute demon if given direction and encouragement.

The ewe just magically transformed into a ram. These guys are Pure Gender energy no wonder Henri has such sway over them.

Duane this is not a good look.

This guy is really not thrilled he has a babysit a teenager with poor impulse control.

oh my god I love his energy. I love this man. Spirit animal fr.

Henri and the sheepdog are the two braincells keeping this train together.

Sarah has such a girlcrush on Abigail Adams I bet she was giggling and twirling her hair.

Sarah honey, the Frillips polycule is near critical mass, you don't need to introduce more empowered and intelligent women into it.

her footman/driver lookin' kinna cute, do you think they had a thing for blondes at DIC.

Gage: Hey so uh, how should I be treating Boston when I get there? Like do we have an idea of what we want or...

Lord North's Parliament: fuckin I dunno do what you want?

...were they told to give that sheep a butthole, or was this a fed up artist sneaking things into frame.

Henri's the real brains of this outfit istg

*background art anyeurism*

Whaaaat the delegation from the Quaker colony in the Quaker city would vote for moderation? But the Society of Friends has such a reputation for spiciness!

James wants to see a fistfight on the floor and so do we

[scentedsoulducknerd-blog]

Twins

Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.

This is an AU of Player's kids in the future.

All characters belong to the creator of Carmen Sandiego except for the twins and their mother. I don't own any of them.

Harper was furious. How dare they hurt his sister? She did nothing to them.

They were evil. Tiny demons, if you will. Although, not as evil as some of the people their aunt Carmen had to deal with.

Harper sat at his desk, looking at the red colouring pencil in his hand. When was the last time they saw her? It must have been at least a good few months.

He tapped his pencil against the desk, shaking with rage. The page in front of him empty, a blank space, mocking him.

They had been given an assignment, to draw someone that inspires them. The only problem was, he had a few people that inspired him and he couldn't choose which one of them he should do. His father, his mother, his sister or, his aunt Carmen. They all inspired him, so who to choose?

He didn't know what his father did exactly, nor did he his aunt, but all he knew was that his dad was amazing with technology and that he helped his aunt to change the world. One step at a time.

His mother was a writer, an author, and she created amazing stories for children and adults alike. All it took was a spark of imagination and the story flowed out like a dam breaking.

His sister, his dear sister, who had been put through hell and back because some arrogant people can't accept change. She meant the world to him, and he'd go to the ends of the Earth to protect her from any evil that came their way.

The teacher walked around the room, inspecting every child's drawing, as if he was expecting some Picasso level painting, because each time he laid eyes on one of the children's drawings, his eyebrows fell down into a crease, scowling at the child's drawing, almost disappointedly.

The teacher wasn't really a work of art himself however, and neither were any of his many 'paintings' that were hung up on the walls, each in a wooden frame.

The man had gelled black hair, although it looked more like he'd been whacked across the head by an octopus, with the amount of gel that was in his hair. He had dark blue eyes, that look more grey than blue at most times, and big, dumbo like ears. His face was covered in wrinkles, a sign that the man was indeed old. What was he now? Late fifties? Maybe sixties? Possibly seventies? And yet, here he was, still teaching a bunch of six year olds basic maths and showing them how to draw what most of them already can, stick figures. Honestly what was he expecting from them when he asked them to draw someone who inspires them? Hyper detailed realistically accurate  coloured version of the person? Come on.

He wore a two piece suit, both pieces black, and brown, freshly polished dress shoes. He also had a black handle bar moustache. He looked like he had been plucked out of one of those old films he had seen his parents watching, from the nineteen-thirties perhaps. Seriously, this was a school, not some grand ball thrown by the Queen of England, or another important figure of society. There really was no need to be dressed so formally.

Harper made eye contact with his sister and she smiled and waved at him. He grinned. It was nice to see her so happy. Suddenly, he heard someone clearing their throat, and he froze. Rosy's eyes widened as well, and she mouthed an apology at the fact that she had distracted him.

"Mr Bouchard, care to explain to me as to why, we are half way through our lesson, and yet your paper is still blank?" He heard the voice behind him ask. He winced, he really couldn't have drawn a line or something to make it seem like he'd done some work?

"I'm sorry Mr Williams but I've got lots of people that inspire me and I can't pick one." He replied, turning to face his teacher, eyes darting around the classroom, looking for a way to escape the patronising gaze of the man before him.

"If I do not see anything on this page," he pushed his finger down onto the page, crinkling it slightly. Even the way he talks is posh, "by the end of this lesson, then I will have to call your parents in. This is the fourth time you have not done work because you 'could not decide on someone'. It is really getting old and I am getting tired of your excuses Mr Bouchard."

Harper's eyes widened. They couldn't call his parents! They were already busy enough, and troubling them and causing them more problems over something as stupid as not doing a drawing was ridiculous.

"I'll have something down by the end of the lesson Mr Williams." He said, finally making eye contact.

"You better had. You do not want me to call your parents in because of something this simple, do you?"

Harper shook his head.

"No Mr Williams"

"Good. Get to it then."

He didn't have anything down. So, here he was sitting in the headmasters office, waiting for his parent to arrive.

Mr Williams was stood next to the headmasters desk, arms crossed. He didn't look very happy. Sat next to him was the headmaster. Harper was looking down, embarrassed, hoping this will be over soon.

"Mr Bouchard, I thought you had said you would have something down by the end of the lesson." Mr Williams remarked.

Harper looked up.

"I know. I'm sorry. I couldn't-"

"Decide on who to draw. You keep saying that, and look where it has gotten you."

"Now now, he feels bad as it is Mr Williams, you don't need to make him feel worse." The headmaster told him.

"I was gonna say I couldn't think of where to start." Harper mumbled.

"What was that young man?"

"Nothing sir."

The headmaster was a chubby man about the age of 40, and yet he was growing grey hair on the sides of his head and balding on top. The man wore a pink striped shirt, with blue suspenders over the top. Harper couldn't see the bottom half because of the oak desk between them. 

Bookshelves scattered the walls on either side of him, most mainly empty, with a few bits and bobs here and there, and some filled with books.

There was a knock on the door, snapping Harper out of his train of thought.

"Come in" the headmaster shouted.

The door opened. There were his parents. He made eye contact with his father and looked away immediately, ashamed.

"We came as soon as we could. What's going on?" He heard his mother ask.

"Mr and Mrs Bouchard, please, take a seat." The headmaster asked, or demanded.

His parents both looked at each other worriedly, and then proceeded to sit in the other two chairs there.

"What's all of this about?" His father questioned.

"Nothing too big, so there's no need to worry, Mr Bouchard. It's just about Harpers schoolwork." He reassured his parents.

"What about it?" His mother chimed in.

"It has recently come to my attention by Mr Williams here," the man in question raised his hand, "that Harper has not been doing his schoolwork and has been making stupid excuses as to why." The headmaster remarked.

"Is this true Harper?" His mother asked.

"Only my art work, mum. I do everything else! Plus, it's only happened four times, like, once a month or something like that!" Harper replied.

"Wait wait wait," his father waved his hands up and down, "you mean to tell us that you called us," he moved his hands to refer to himself and his wife, "to the school just because our son hasn't done what, four pieces of work? There gotta be a lot of other kids that don't do it either. I mean, they're six for crying out loud!"

"Parker." His mother warned, her voice low. She put her hand on her husbands shoulder gently and smiled at him lovingly, in order to calm him down, so there isn't a scene caused. 

The man's eyes widened. She never called him by his real name. It was always by his code name, Player. She really didn't want to make a scene.

"Yes. Other kids haven't done work as well and we'll be calling there parents in as well but Harper resists against his teacher so we've had to call you in first." the bald man told them.

"This is ridiculous" Player mumbled. His wife elbowed him, and gave him a glare. He rolled his eyes.

"How does he resist?" The woman asked.

"Uhh Mr Williams? How does Harper resist exactly?" The headmaster looked to the man.

"Umm... well... he gives me a lot of lip and doesn't participate in physical activities when I tell him to." Came his reply.

"There's a perfectly good explanation for that Mr Williams" the dark haired female said.

"And what is that explanation, Mrs Bouchard?" He said, looking down his nose at her. Judging by the stories he'd overheard from the twins on the playground, they were both reckless, adventurous and clever people. It was obvious that he didn't particularly like Harper, and because the two young adults in front of him were his parents, he didn't particularly like them either. They raised their child wrong. They should raise them to treat their seniors and their superiors with the respect they deserve. Harper and Rosy had none for him.

"Harper has been advised by his doctor to take it easy if he's hurting" the woman crossed her arms.

"If he's hurting? That's got to be the stupidest reason for a kid taking a break or not participating in activities. What is he? An old man like me? Because if I'm not allowed to get out of doing it with the students, neither should he." The man laughed and wiped a tear that came to his eye.

"Mr Williams! The doctor informed me of this and I have told you this as well. It seems you've forgotten though." The headmaster scolded.

"Forgotten what? That he" the man pointed at Harper. He looked down embarrassed. "shouldn't be doing Physical Education because he's 'hurting'?"

"No I informed you on why his legs hurt."

"And why is that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Because he's an amputee." Player said to him. "He wears prosthetics. He's been to school with crutches before and a wheelchair. The reason he was told not to all the time is because he experiences phantom pain. Is that all you need us for, to mock our son for his disability and waste mine and my wife's time?"

"Even so, he still gives me lip when I tell him to stop making symbols with his hands to Rosy." Mr Williams was flustered at getting called out. Oh how he hated this family. He just wanted one reason to get one of the children in trouble.

"You mean when he's signing what you're saying so she can understand?" The woman asked.

"Signed? As in sign language?"

"Yes. Rosy's deaf and although she has hearing aids, she still needs a little help to understand because they don't magically make her able to hear." Player glared at the man. "Is that all?" He looked back to the headmaster.

"Is that all Mr Williams?" The older man asked.

"Yes" He grumbled.

"You may all leave now. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I thought we had a different issue at hand." He told the family.

"Thank you" both of the parents said. They rose from the seats, and Harper followed and left the office.

"Unbelievable" Player mumbled, shaking his head.

"Did I do something wrong?" Harper asked, looking up at his father.

"No Harper you did nothing wrong. Your teacher just forgot about you and your sisters disabilities, that's all." He patted his son on his brown hair. Harper grinned at him and he smiled back.

They walked to the inside entrance of the school where Rosy was sitting on one of the blue chairs, swinging her legs. When she noticed the door open she looked up and smiled.

"Is everything ok? Did Harper get in trouble?" She asked, cocking her head to the side.

"No sweetie, he didn't." Her mother replied.

"Are we going home now?"

"Yes we are."

She walked to the door and opened it, signalling for them to go before her.

As the twins were walking in front of them and talking amongst themselves happily, Player decided to make conversation with his wife beside him, who was holding his hand.

"It's a good thing Red didn't want to do a caper today huh?" He laughed. She smiled.

"Yeah, lucky us. Otherwise I'd be stuck dealing with that man on my own." She chuckled.

"I would've come as fast as I could if I had to help Red, but I'm assuming you already knew that, didn't you Iris?"

"Yep. You'd do anything for the twins." He glared at her.

"And you."

"Oh you can spare some love for me now too?" She put her hand on her chest. "I'm honoured." She teased.

"No I don't think I will anymore, you've taken it for granted too many times." He looked away, feigning offence. When he looked at Iris however, he couldn't keep it up and they both burst into laughter.

The twins looked behind them to see their parents giggling to themselves.

"What are they laughing at?" Rosy asked, turning to her brother.

"I have no idea. It could be anything really." He said.

"Yeah you're right."

The next day at school when Harper walked into the classroom he made immediate eye contact with Mr Williams. Harper looked away awkwardly, cheeks red and biting the inside of his cheek. He sat down in his seat and got out his blue pencil.

"You got taken to the headmaster's office yesterday, didn't you?" The girl next to him asked.

She had long curly black hair that had been tied into pigtails with red bobbles. She had a blue and black striped shirt, and black leggings.

Harper raised an eyebrow.

"How do you know that?" He asked.

"Yesterday. Mr Williams told you that you needed something on your paper or he was gonna get your parents. You didn't have anything by the end of the lesson." She told him.

"You were looking at my work?"

Her eyes widened and she turned red.

"Yes. I was." She muttered.

"Why?"

She shrugged her shoulders.

"I was gonna ask you about who you drew but then, y'know, you didn't draw anyone."

"Why did you want to ask me about it?"

"You ask lots of questions. I've been wanting to be your friend for awhile but I didn't know how to talk to you."

"Oh." He stuck his hand out in front of her awkwardly. "I'm Harper."

The girl just sat there looking at his hand.

"You're supposed to shake my hand hand and tell me your name after." He told her.

"O-oh. Sorry." She laughed awkwardly. She grabbed his hand and shook it. "I'm Frankie."

They both smiled at each other.

Mr Williams cleared his throat and began the lesson, narrowing his eyes and glaring at the Harper as he began to sign to Rosy.

"What are you doing?" Frankie whispered, after noticing Harper signing.

"Rosy's deaf so in lessons I sign what the teachers saying so she can understand." He whispered back.

"That's sweet of you. But wouldn't it of been easier if you were sat next to each other?"

"It would be, but Mr Williams sat us in these seats and when I tried to tell him he dismissed it."

"Oh"

They both went back to listening to the teacher again.

At break time, the students all filed onto the yard, going to their friend groups. Harper walked towards Rosy.

"Harper wait up!" He heard someone say. He turned to find Frankie running towards him.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Playing with my friend. Where are we going?" She said, like it was the most the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm trying to find Rosy."

"She's your sister, right?"

"Yeah, she's my older twin sister."

"Older? It seems like you're the oldest. You're always worrying about her and trying to help her."

"We take care of each other." He smiled gently.

"Take care of each other? How does she help you?"

"When it comes to my disability." He raised his trousers leg up and she gasped as she saw the prosthetic leg.

"Wow. I had no idea." She looked back up to him.

"That's kinda the point." He laughed.

They turned the corner to find Rosy sitting on the floor, with her head down. She was sobbing quietly, holding her ears. Harper and Frankie's eyes widened.

"What happened?!" He shouted.

She didn't respond. Harper crouched down and gripped her hands. She gasped and tried to escape until she looked up and saw it was her brother.

'What happened?' He signed.

"They ripped my hearing aids out." She whimpered.

"WHAT?!" He yelled.

Frankie put her hand on Harper's shoulder and gave him a sad smile. He pulled her hands from her ears, with much resistance from Rosy. Finally, he managed to keep her hands down and gasped. Her ears were bleeding. Frankie bent down to look and gasped as well. Harper's hand clenched and his knuckles turned white. They did this.

[thekinkyleopard]

Hot for Teacher

Pt. 2

Pt. 2 of A RemixLevi Non-Canon Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Forceful Behavior

Author’s Notes: We are back in action with part 2! I know we are all craving more Remi and Levi content! As always art and Remi by @aller-geez <3

Description: Levi is a newly divorced English Professor, at his local community college. Recently, he’s had a new student that clearly lacks boundaries. Can he maintain his purity as a responsible educator to society? Or will he submit to the taboo…

It had been a long first month back in action, but Levi had managed to get through the first wave of grading. Pausing as he landed on his very last essay before he’d be completed by lecture this morning. Remi’s essay. So far, it was well written. The assignment was to argue for or against the young teen’s love. It was clear that the wolf was arguing for it. ‘Despite how young both these two characters seem, it is not unlikely to say they are..or were certain their love was real. Only two connecting souls are conscious within that space of passion. Love doesn’t know time limits, love doesn’t know accomplishments and experience, it can not be measured via an outsider looking in, love just finds it’s way. To everyone. At anytime,’

Levi sat back at his desk, contemplating the words he just read. ‘Love just finds it’s way…’ hmm..what an intriguing twist of perspective as he marked a couple misspelled words before he slapped an A- on the paper. He was more than impressed by the level of depth the student was displaying at this early in the game, it excited the professor, to see more from brilliant minds. “Great Work! Interesting perspective!” He marked up next to the prominent grade proudly. Students started to slowly trickle into the classroom as the white haired man straightened up his papers and placed them in the pick up basket. Eventually, each of them noticed the papers awaiting them on the Professor’s desk, slowly creeping their way back up to collect their respected assignments.

In typical fashion, Remi was the last to enter with one large coffee in each hand, the bell rang but this didn’t stop the wolf from approaching his teacher’s desk, placing the coffee down and snagging the last graded paper in the basket. “Morning Professor Levi, I brought you a pick me up…” flashing his pearly whites at him, garnishing a slick grin. Nodding rather dryly with but a simple smile, Levi responded with a gentle ‘Thanks..’ taking it and bringing the beverage to his lips. His eyes widened before he looked down at the cup and then over at the wolf while the students bustled about, chatting and gathering their materials. White Mocha with oat milk and 3 pumps of caramel syrup? But..how would the other know that’s his usual coffee order? Lucky guess…he shook his head to focus.

“Alright, Class as you can see I’ve graded your recent essays and it was refreshing to read so many different points of view!” Smiling openly at his focused class. “Would anyone like to discuss their point of view?” A girl with strawberry blonde hair raised her hand in the back. One of the only other A’s Levi had handed out. “Yes! Lizzy?”

“Well, it’s foolish, to think two young kids know anything about love, I mean, if you don’t even know how that person reacts to tragedy, how do you know you’ll be the right person that helps them through those moments? Clearly their first example of that went poorly…” the girl scoffed outwardly, rolling golden browns before Remi slammed his hands down on the table and stood up.

“And how would you know? You’re what? 25 and still single? So let me guess, no one is that right person? Or oh, you just haven’t met them? No. You know when you’ve fallen for someone, you know the night and day difference between the feral need to protect and respect what you have and the careless one of brushing off something not worth your time. I’d say that the younger you are, the less likely you’re tainted and spoiled by such ideologies that preach a modern indoctrinated perspective of love. ‘Oh you don’t know how they act broke’ or ‘how they act when someone’s died’ you don’t need any of those things to know you’d be willing to figure it out. When you love someone, nothing else matters…” his bright green eyes narrowed at the now shrinking woman. His voice had been a bit annoyed, he’ll give them that, maybe he could have approached it with less passion, it’s not like he was being personally questioned. Levi clapped his hands together, causing everyone to jolt in their seats, tossing his closed fist up in the air.

“Amazing! Amazing! I love to see such passion erupt from readers! Yes! I can see both of your guys’ perspectives, it’s very much a double edged sword. Are they too young to value love in its entirety? Or are they just young enough to? Forever conundrum no one but Romeo and Juliet can truly solve! As Remi mentioned in his wonderfully written essay, only the two afflicted by such emotions can truly ever know,” smiling softly at the slightly shocked man. The wolf had never really been a star student, he got by where he could and did what he had to. The sudden praise had him feeling just a touch embarrassed but also accomplished. God, as if he wasn’t already obsessed with the educator..their eyes locked while Levi explained the importance of writer’s authenticity. Almost helplessly lost in each other.

“It’s so important that each of you understand how much it means to remain yourself within your writings, don’t tell me what you think I want to hear, just tell me something, be individual…such as Remi..” he paused and choked a bit, clearing his throat. “And of course, Lizzy,” gesturing a hand towards the girl who would rather be anywhere but there right now. Meanwhile, Levi finally breaking eye contact to turn back to the board. The class continued to go on, but Remi was lost in the way the Professor’s freckled nose would crinkle every time he giggled at his own jokes, oh that giggle. What he wouldn’t give to be seeing it at a closer angle..with their lips just about to…the loud chime of the school bell echoed inside Remi’s distracted head. ‘Shit..’ he thought inwardly realizing he hadn’t written anything down. Scrambling to scribble what was on the board, he swore he would decipher it later. Levi leaned up against his desk with his arms crossed across his chest, watching the last of his students walk out, besides Remi who was determined to keep in good graces.

“Where were you today’s lesson?” The professor questioned him and Remi froze mid sentence, pencil led snapped. So he /was/ being perceived, then? The wolf chuckled before he just decided to snap a photo of the board, saving himself the time it would take to sharpen his pencil. Sliding his notebook closed he shrugged his shoulders, stuffing the items back in his bag.

“I was too busy staring at your ass…my bad, let my natural instincts get the best of me..” he turned swiftly around to lock eyes with the blushing educator.

“You need to stop flirting with me, Mr. Connors,” he furrowed his thin light colored brows but was only met with another one of Remi’s famous smirks.

“Okay but…I was just telling you the truth, so you either want me to honestly tell you why I wasn’t paying attention, or you want me to lie,” he cocked a curious facial expression at the flushing and nervous professor.

“You need to get your head out of the clouds or you’ll throw away your whole future,” eyebrows still knitted together with disappointment, Remi could only shrug in response.

“Well, I mean…maybe I need some incentive…” his voice dark suddenly, a new aura surrounded the student laced with mischievousness. Levi’s breath caught in his throat before he was pinned up against his desk as the wolf closed the distance between them in a mere few steps. His face just hovering over the smaller as their noses brushed past each other. He tilted the blushing face upward with a single index, glowing green eyes baring into those cerulean blues…he could stay just like this, and be more than fine. This was enough in some sense. ‘Just keep looking at me like that…’ as if Levi saw something inside himself that he’d been searching for this whole time.

“M-Mr. Connors…?” The educator stammered slowly, encasing his lower lip between two rows of perfect teeth before he inevitably switched his gaze to the door behind them, making sure there wasn’t a student, or worse, coworker coming to witness. The wolf disappointed to see his line of sight change.

“I want to kiss you…” it was almost a desperate whisper from the tall, domineering man. Levi shook his head back and forth, avoiding eye contact now.

“Remi…It wouldn’t be right…” his own voice low enough to just be heard between each man in this particular situation.

“If I pass my first test with 100%…I mean a full 100, it’ll prove to you Im serious..You’ll see I value what you need...You’re a scholar? Fine. I can be scholarly…” pressing his body closer to the other, he could almost feel Levi’s racing heart beneath his own chest. Too stunned to move or even speak. “I get that 100, and out of that, you’ll let me kiss you..I promise that’s all it’ll take,” huffing a snide laugh through the nostrils of his nose before he finally stepped back. Something about that, confidence, made Levi snap into reality again. He crossed his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes at the taller.

“Fine, but keep in mind, you missed ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ over the summer, which I can assume you missed the other two reading assignments that were given over that time….all three will be on the test, so truly, Mr. Connors…” walking to the other side of his desk, hoisting his large side bag upon his thin shoulder as he stopped only to look the man up and down. “I wish you luck,” his own playful smirk spreading over the once flushed face. Remi couldn’t help but grin as he followed his professor outside of the classroom now, feeling a spring in his step.

“Then I’ll see you next class…Professor Levi,” the words left his mouth like water pouring from a glass. The leopard had to try his best to show no visible signs for how good that sounded to him. If the man wanted to play a game of cat and mouse, then let the games begin. He was expecting a lot from the raven haired student.

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3 Weeks Later

It had been a quiet last few weeks within the class. It was almost like the wolf had gone back to normal, he paid attention, he stopped giving Levi those hungry eyes during lulls, and he stopped sticking around afterwards to harass him. The professor almost felt…neglected? Everyday he woke up with this, excitement. What would he do today? What would he say? Suddenly he’s putting forth 110% effort just as he wanted but, he couldn’t help but admit he missed the banter, at the very least.

“Alright everyone, tests are coming out, you have an hour to finish, if you need more time, just stay after the bell has rung and I can write a note for your next professor…I don’t want any of you worrying about time, I will make sure you get plenty, just trust your gut and answer to the best of your ability, please, PLEASE check the back as there is one single essay question…there is no limit to how short or long the answer needs to be, just answer it honestly,” the Leopard paced back and forth in front of the first row of students, glancing back at the corner desk where Remi was preparing all his seemingly, new and shiny school supplies. Pens, extra pencils, erasers of varying sizes and textures, highlighters, white-out…Jesus, why was he so prepared? It was a simple English test.

After making sure each student had a copy of the test and were all sitting at a reasonable distance from each other, he sent them off. “Test starts now,” his voice calm, collected as he wandered around the classroom, eyeing each student to make sure there was no cheating. When he stopped at Remi’s desk, the wolf looked up at him for the first time in weeks they SAW each other, relief washed over the leopard when the student cheesed a very smug smile at the educator. Rolling his eyes, unable to fight the slight grin that crept across his freckled face, moving forward he continued to make his rounds. Levi walked several loops around the desks before feeling satisfied that everyone was focused on their own assignments, sitting down at his own. He leaned back in his chair and allowed his legs to prop up comfortably on the desk, eyes still slowly scanning over the busy body of students.

Time ticked by slowly, eventually 45 minutes in, a majority of students had already finished and gone home for the day. Remi and a few others were still working tirelessly. A few more minutes in and Levi noticed that Remi had entered the writing portion, but it was extremely short. ‘What? That took him no time, did he pre-read the question?’ Levi thought with curious surprise. Even so…a few sentences would take longer than 3 seconds. The leopard was incredibly intrigued as he watched the tall 28 year old cross the room and turn the paper into the basket with a sly lick of his teeth. In the blink of an eye, he started walking off, he raised up two fingers in a peace sign and then the room suddenly felt very empty to the cat. He was trying his hardest not to snag the test out of the basket to read what was written, but he managed to keep it cool. He waited. Another grueling, 30 minutes, then, the classroom was empty and he looked around to make sure nothing was left behind.

Levi, finally, with a feral snatch shuffled through and acquired Remi’s test. He scanned quickly over all the circled multiple choice answers and got straight to the question at hand. What. Did. He. Say?

In Your Own Words; What is the best thing you hope to achieve this year in my class?

You

Levi’s face turned hot, his whole body in fact, turned hot. He bit his lower lip and threw his head back. White strands fell in a mess behind him. No. This isn’t happening. He isn’t gushing over a simple one word answer to a non-specific question. It was so cheesy, cliche, so…what he needed to hear. After being in a 3 year long, love-less marriage to a woman…just even the simplest form of flirtation was sending him into a frenzy of butterflies and feelings. “I should dock you points for being so cliche…” muttering to himself feeling a bit embarrassed for how quickly he looked forward to even getting the answer. There was also one more looming question….did he get 100%? Levi HAD planned to grade these all tomorrow…but he couldn’t wait to know if the wolf really applied himself, or was just pullin’ smoke out of the Educator’s ass.

Pulling his answer key out he leaned back to brace himself for the destiny that was about to unfold. “Don’t be nervous…it’s fine…he couldn’t read 4 books in 3 weeks time, he is just like every other dude in his 20s, all talk, you’re fine,” brushing off the unnecessary nerves, and going over the man’s test now. 10 in, he was feeling okay, alright…25….30…45?….the more he went through each answer, he double checked, triple. There was no way, but he got all the way to 85 and it was clear as day to him, Remi was more than a smooth talker, but he backed it up with ambition, drive and charisma. To say he was impressed would be an understatement truly, he pulled his hand back and up, his thumb brushing just gently over his own lower lip. “Oh…” he said out loud almost lost in a trance.

It turns out, he was not prepared to lose this challenge. So the leopard found himself quite restless through the next few days as his next class period with Remi, was creeping up. What was he going to do? He could just deny the man…threaten to kick him out of class permanently…but the raven haired student was right…he did like it. If he didn’t, Remi wouldn’t even be in his class still. How was he to keep his job, while also, living his life? He couldn’t have his cake and eat it too could he? No…impossible. He’d have to turn him down. So that’s what he did, in his spare time in between grading the rest of the tests he practiced the way he was going to tell the other, this? Was just not happening.

“I’m sorry Mr. Connors, but as a professional Educator we can’t have any sort of physical relationship…but I admire your motivation and drive, it speaks volumes of what you’re capable of when you apply yourself!” He pointed his pencil into the air before he sighed shaking his head. “That was so…robotic…” chewing the eraser end now before he checked over a few more answers, marking them as needed.

“Remi, I admire your perseverance, but I could lose my position…” he stopped again with another deep inhale, and dramatic exhale. “Why is this so difficult? I’ve said no to hundreds of people before…” dropping the pencil with a light *tick* sound before burying his face in his hands, groaning painfully.

“It’s cause I don’t want to…I know that, I want to eat the cake…I want to eat the cake so Fucking baaaaaaad,” he screamed into his palms now with brows knitted forward. “Get it together Levi Flynn!” He chastised himself before zeroing in on the pile of papers ahead of him. “Worry about it later…” reminding himself that he indeed had a job to do. Flashing through the rest of the grading he sat back on his couch, looking at the time he realized he would have but 6 hours to sleep…then he would have to face a very nerve racking situation. Bringing Remi to the realization that he won the challenge. To be fair, Levi never agreed to it, he just assumed, so who’s to say? The leopard’s head continued to buzz as he slowly passed out on his couch, he couldn’t really get to sleep in his own bed anymore anyway. Something about it had changed, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on it.

The night passed him by and before long he awoke to the ringing chime of his regularly set Tues & Thurs alarms. “Hnnn…” he grumbled before rolling over to slam his finger down on the stop button. Blinking his ocean eyes several times to arrive into the current plane of existence. He dragged himself off the couch and threw himself into a hot shower, quickly washing himself down before stepping back out. He paid extra attention to his outfit today, a silk blue button down long sleeve, he left 2 buttons undone to expose a bit of professional flesh. He contemplated…should he ? No…’Don’t be a whore, Levi, you’re turning him down,’ he reprimanded himself before begrudgingly sliding on a plain black pair of boxer briefs, then a pair of slick black slacks to go over those. Throwing some gel in his hair, checking himself over in the mirror he nodded immediately taking himself to the living room to gather the finished tests. “Okay…I think I have what I need…” looking once more over his house before he left and made his way to the college. To save gas, he took the bus seeing as the stop was down the road from his house and the bus ride was only 5 minutes away.

Levi tiredly unlocked and walked his way into the empty classroom, flicking the lights on he gazed about at the empty desks sighing inwardly as he tried to mentally prepare himself for today’s lesson and encounter. Slapping his bag down onto his own desk now, slowly pulling the graded tests out and into the basket, then deciding to write down the basics of what he’d be introducing them to today. As time seeped closer and closer to the start of class, the first student in today was in fact, Remington. Almost as if he was a little too excited for the results of last week’s test. Trying to act like he was busy, burying himself into his practically empty emails on his phone. Remi smirked, ‘Trying far too hard to act like nothing is wrong…I definitely nailed that test..’ the wolf was more than confident, it took 5 seconds of being in the room to know he was the winner and he couldn’t wait to collect his reward. He didn’t need to even get his paper, and he wasn’t going to. To make a very clear point, he wanted the leopard to know, he knew, based off his body language alone.

It was painful having to sit through this lesson, knowing what waited for him after. The raven haired man contemplated and fantasized how he was going to lay it on the educator. Forceful? Sweet? Passionate? It needed to be memorable that’s for sure. He dragged his hand along the end of his chin, trying to write the notes, but also unable to keep his toxic green eyes off the bouncing professor. He was not in his usual nerdy attire…he was wearing something very..sensual today. Silk? Naughty. Unbuttoned a bit? Oh, yeah. Not a soul on earth could tell him that the Professor didn’t want him. Come on now, he dressed up, specifically for him. For the kiss they were destined to share. He was so lost in his reward, the bell rang and nearly made the wolf jump out of his skin. ‘It’s cool..be cool…time to wait,’

The class finished up, everyone started to walk out and Levi finally noticed, Remi never came to collect his test. Narrowing his eyes at the lone sheet of paper. ‘Smug asshole,’ he thought to himself. The last student, minus Remi of course, walked out and that was the taller’s que as he stood up and made quick work of crossing the room to reach him. Remi stood at the front of the desk with his palms slapping down against the wood. “Boo!” He grinned brightly waiting for the other to turn around. From behind the desk, Levi turned to look at Remi, famously crossing his arms against his chest.

“I have to hand it to you, I wasn’t expecting for you to actually follow through but you did…” an almost inaudible growl escaped Remi’s chest before making quick work to circle around the desk that separates them, just a few inches apart. “Hey, no..” Levi said defensively taking a step back only to be met with the wolf taking another step forward.

“Oh? You didn’t forget did you? I would think not…seeing as you dressed specifically for my win..” eyeing the leopard up and down slowly before locking gazes with cautious blue eyes.

“Remi, You know I can’t agree to that…I could lose my job,” trying the realistic route, certainly there was some sense of responsibility within the other.

“Then don’t tell anyone,” shrugging without giving much more thought to it, stepping closer, and as Levi tried to back away, only found himself backed into the white board. You’d think by now he would have figured out his spacial boundaries so this didn’t keep happening. Yet, here they were, Remi had one leg pressed in between Levi’s slightly spread ones. His hand came up to grab Levi just under the chin forcing his face up at him. “Cause I’m going to collect my winnings…if you got a problem with it…well…you have the authority here,” he ghosted his lips just over the other’s, his hand tightened, savoring this moment as Levi didn’t make the slightest movement. Feeling like he was just about to drop on a Roller Coaster he knew, he knew he was more than literally backed into a wall. There was no use pretending anymore. They both did.

There was dead silence and then Remi spoke again, “Kiss me,” commanding of the smaller, their eyes sliding back and forth looking for…something…neither knew what it was they were searching for in this heated moment, but it didn’t take long within their gaze before Levi pushed up on his tip toes and cut the distance between their lips together in fervent desperation. Their mouths slid together in a smooth sultry dance, almost like they were meant to fit. Levi practically melted in his palm, allowing the other to slide open his lips and introduce twisting tongues. Unconsciously, the wolf shifted his leg upward, brushing up against the educator’s awakening length, whom whimpered behind clashing mouths. Fueling something hungry inside of Remi, he did it again, but this time he broke the kiss, using his still firmly grasped hand to pry open the leopard’s whimpering mouth in a perfect O fashion.

“Re—hh—i…?” his professor tried to cautiously call out his name but it went beyond deaf ears as Remi looked down at him, taking in this perfect sight of the other’s maw spread out for him. He sucked up his own lower lip before he made a very sudden, very forward, very out of bounds command.

“Stick your tongue out,” Levi was confused, this kiss was sending him over the edge of his sanity, there was no way he could explain his way out of this situation if someone were to walk in on it. Yet, the other’s husky, threatening tone sent shivers down his spine. He felt compelled…no…he felt certainly excited to oblige for the other, ‘Fuck it all I suppose,’ Levi stuck his slick pink tongue out as much as he could with the force against his cheeks. “Gooood…very good boy..” scoffing, look at that. Was he ever wrong? Some cases, but he knew, he knew when he had someone at the palm of his hand. Once again, he dipped his head in to capture the tongue between his lips, sucking deliriously before meeting their lips together again in quick heated lust. Seconds that felt like hours, the white haired man was certain he was about to pass out from overflowing euphoric passion. He reached up to take fistfuls of Remi’s tee, holding back just enough to reserve the urge to rip the material straight off the man. With a few more short passionate chuffs, Remi pulled back, releasing the panting educator.

Blue eyes met green, and they stared silently at one another for a long moment catching their breaths, trying to find sanity. Sanity…’Oh, FUCK,’ Levi cursed himself suddenly looking as though he’d just been slapped. Remi’s eyes furrowed, looking the now shaken man up and down.

“That can’t happen again,” shoving the student off him he ran a clammy hand through his hair. “Oh my god, I’m so lucky no one came in…That was incredibly careless..” panicking openly, Remi couldn’t help but smirk, leaning up against the desk.

“It’ll happen again….and again…in fact at some point…”he stood back, turned around and made rectangular shapes within his fingers at the desk, eyeing it down. “I will have you bent over this desk…” turning again to look at the now furiously blushing man in the eye.

“I-Y-…You need to leave! Grab your test, go…I can’t…that won’t happen again! Period! End of story!” Shaking his hands out in front of him before shoving a finger towards the door his other arm crossed against his chest. Laughing menacingly Remi snagged his test in a crumpled fist. He stepped towards the door, but he stopped just inches from Levi half way over, to share one last word.

“…but, you’ll be thinking of me…as I will about you..” continuing his journey to the door and out of the classroom. Levi stood there, flushed, blushed, and absolutely turned on. This was certainly more than he bargained for…the other wasn’t going to stop, especially not after how he responded the way he did during. So much for turning him down. ‘Why am I so weak against him?…How can he have this much power over me?’ The leopard bit his lip, licking it, already trying to find traces of the wolf he found himself missing. “I’m so screwed..” Levi sighed out loud before falling back into his chair, head slumped back as he began to stare blankly at the ceiling. He realized all he could do was picture the student pressed right up against him, those hot lips knitted against his.. “I’m SO fucking screwed…” realizing there was no escape.

To be continued…

Author’s Notes: Writing Dom Remi is so much fun…it takes all my strength to keep it slow…I JUST WANT…nvm nvm it’s fine. It’s exciting we love a slow burn.