#yes i know all paul fans are not like this!!! most of the ones i talk to are pretty nice and do their best to be balanced too!!

[zaldritzosrose]

Ours to Love (Feyd x Bene Gesserit!Reader x Paul)

Summary: The Bene Gesserit were a force that few Houses would trifle with. Rumours of witchcraft had circled them for as long as anyone could remember. Their webs of manipulation wrapping around even the post powerful of rulers. You were the definition of that, proving there was little a Sister could not achieve. So what would happen when you were sent to seduce not one, but two Heirs to powerful Houses?

CW: MINORS DNI, afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of manipulation, Paul being a little submissive, Feyd being more forceful, comparisons of Bene Gesserit to witches (descriptions of their powers as bewitching etc), profanity, innuendo, slight rough sex, p in v sex, kind of a threesome but not, mentions of BG breeding programme.

Words: 5541

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The Bene Gesserit were a group few understood. Dancing the line between mortal and something more. Their abilities made them both dangerous and curious in equal measure. Houses would, willingly or unwillingly, bend to the will of the Sisters. Most old and great Houses knew better than to deny a Sister.

Some accused them of being witches. Bewitching the minds of anyone they chose. Controlling the world as though they were master puppeteers.

Even Houses like the Harkonnens and the Atreides weren’t free from Bene Gesserit influence.

But the depth of that influence would soon show its true nature.

You were a marvel really. The gem in the Reverend Mother’s collection. Excelling in every way, ‘a natural talent’, the Reverend Mother had said. Showing your proficiency in all manner of ways to manipulate and coerce someone to your way of thinking.

Some might call it magic, so many Houses calling you and your Sisters witches. But you were simply in control of your minds, honing your craft to bend others to your cause.

So, it was no surprise to you when Mother Helen requested your presence in her study after the whisperings of a potential path to the fulfilment of the Bene Gesserit’s long standing breeding programme.

“Reverend Mother,” you said softly, inclining your head before seating yourself before Mother Helen.

You waited patiently. Though you could sense why you’d been summoned, you didn’t want to overstep yourself.

“I presume you know why I have asked you here?” Mother Helen said sternly, the light from the window behind her illuminating her just enough to see the faint smile on her lips.

“Yes, Reverend Mother.”

Your hands fidgeted with the embroidery on your dress. You weren’t sure if it was nerves or excitement, but either way your stomach was in knots.

Luckily, Mother Helen wasted little time in explaining the situation.

“We have two prospects, my dear. Paul Atreides, the Duke’s son. And Feyd-Rautha, of House Harkonnen.”

Your heart seemed to speed up. Two prospects?

“Two? That is unusual, isn’t it?” you asked, keeping your tone as calm and respectful as possible.

The Reverend Mother’s smile tightened before she spoke.

“Not necessarily. It is safer to have several avenues to follow than relying on one.”

She wasn’t chastising you, but her tone left no room for argument. But her words made sense. Why would an organisation as powerful as the Bene Gesserit rest all of their hopes on one person?

You simply nodded. You had a feeling more instructions would come when you needed them.

“And you have been trusted to follow both of these paths, to see which ends in success.”

You couldn’t stop your expression changing. Surprise colouring your face. Both. You were to pursue both men in the hopes of fulfilling plans that had been laid for centuries?

“Reverend Mother, I…”

But the hand Mother Helen raised stopped you immediately.

“No questions. You have been honoured with this, my dear. Both Houses are to be in Arrakis for an Imperial court in the next week, Feyd and Paul will be attending.”

Mother Helen leaned in, almost inspecting you.

“As will you. You are tasked with testing both heirs, everything has been prepared for your departure.”

Her words were final. You were travelling to Arrakis whether you liked it or not. There was little use in arguing, many of your Sisters could only dream of being given such a prestigious task.

The weight of the breeding programme now lay on your shoulders.

The meeting on Arrakis was something neither Paul nor Feyd wished to attend, if they were asked to speak honestly on the subject.

They had been named heirs to their Houses and it was expected for them to be there. To hear about the Imperial plans, to what would be expected of them as and when they took control of their respective Houses.

But honestly? Sat on either side of the long table, surrounded by Lord, Barons, Dukes �� all of whom they’d long forgotten the names of – they would rather be anywhere else.

So, when the meeting took a break and they were finally granted a reprieve, they all but marched out of the room. Paul made immediately for a balcony, inhaling the warm but fresh air of Arrakis to clear his mind. Feyd simply walked, wandering the winding halls to distract himself.

Little did they know, they were being watched. The Bene Gesserit, aside from the Reverend Mother herself, rarely attended meetings like this so you had simply been sat in a shaded courtyard, waiting.

The wives and daughters of the political leaders were also seated around you, but you paid them little mind. You had a job to do. Your lace veil remained draped over your face; the matching gown you had chosen thankfully light enough to fend off the desert heat.

The other ladies openly avoided you, from fear or hatred, you didn’t know. You liked it, if you were honest. The fact that your mere presence could instil such drastic feelings into strangers.

The doors to the main hall opening and closing drew your attention, though it was now a choice of who to find first. The meetings were to last a week at the least, so you had time enough. But two potential prospects was going to be a challenge even for a seasoned Sister such as yourself.

But the Reverend Mother had asked you for a reason. You knew it without her even saying it.

So many believed the Bene Gesserit to be witches, using long forgotten magic to bewitch and beguile their intended targets. You only added to that belief. There was simply something about you. A magnetism, as the Reverend Mother called it. An aura that drew people, especially men, into your web and entangled them before they even knew what you were doing.

Which is exactly what you needed to do with the Atreides and Harkonnen heirs.

Ensnare. Entangle. Entrance.

Paul was too lost to his thoughts to notice someone joining him on the balcony. His eyes trained solely on the seemingly infinite expanse of desert that was Arrakis. Only a soft voice alerted him to his guest.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

He turned his head sharply; eyes widened a little in surprise. He hadn’t even heard you enter, never mind stand at his side. He took a moment to take you in. The veil, the black lace that seemed to melt into your gown below, though you had revealed your face now. Paul knew enough about the Bene Gesserit to read the clues.

But beyond that, he couldn’t ignore how beautiful you were. Already, he could feel a pull he couldn’t ignore.

But you spoke again before he could respond.

“I apologise for startling you, young Master.”

Paul simply frowned and nodded. You knew him then, enough to know his title as the Duke’s son.

“No apology needed.” He said quietly turning back to the view in front of him.

You took that time, as he had, to study him. The sharp lines of his profile, the messy, warm brown curls that framed his face. Already, you wagered, you had struck lucky on the first path you were meant to follow.

Paul could feel you watching him, like a specimen being studied. Something tingled in the back of his mind, putting him on edge. He could only guess that it was you. It was like you were searching for something within his mind.

And everything he knew of the Bene Gesserit, from his mother had him immediately paranoid. But you were persistent, letting your presence linger in his mind before retreating.

“Is there something you needed?” he asked, flitting his eyes toward you.

You smiled. You knew his mother was one of your own, so you were prepared for a little resistance from him. It was half the reason you had come to Paul first. But you also knew he was no different to any other man.

You just might need to push a little harder to get him to break.

“Am I bothering you? I can go if you wish…” you played up the hurt in your tone, having sensed it would chip away at his defences.

You even turned to leave, and immediately felt his hand on your arm.

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

His touch was gentle, but enough to stop you moving further. You turned back, placing your hand over his. You could have sworn you even saw a small smile tug at his lips.

You had him…almost.

“I know how tedious these events can be, maybe you simply need some company?”

You stood a little closer, his hand having let you go, but your arm now brushing against his. Paul huffed out a laugh. Maybe your company wouldn’t be so bad. You were beautiful, a welcome distraction from long, political meetings.

And a little peek into Paul’s mind told you just the same.

Your claws were already sinking in.

Soon, Paul was drawn back into a meeting with his father. You could see the hesitation in eyes as he left, but your hand on his arm seemed to soften him.

“I’ll be here all week, to distract you whenever you choose,”

The hint of flirtation in your voice had a soft blush creeping on to his cheeks. He simply nodded, turning quickly and hurrying to meet his father.

Your focus now turned to Feyd. The Harkonnens were, by your research, wary of the Bene Gesserit compared to most Houses. So, you knew your plans would need to change.

A few well-placed questions told you that Feyd was down in the palace’s armoury, which was no surprise. Feyd’s reputation travelled a little further than Paul’s. The Harkonnen heir was well known for his ferocity and his combat prowess. But you knew from experience, that there would be far more beneath the surface.

You just needed to find it.

Feyd’s head snapped around the moment you entered. Barely crossing the threshold before he spoke.

“Whoever you are, I don’t want to be disturbed.”

You held back your smile. Impressive, you thought. Though you were more than prepared for more of a challenge with Feyd. Where you could sense a timidness, a weakness almost in Paul, there was little of that in Feyd. You were going to need a different tactic with him.

But his tone didn’t deter you. His body turned completely to you as you continued to approach him.

“Then I won’t disturb you. The room is large enough for us both.”

You could see Feyd’s jaw twitch, simply at the fact someone didn’t immediately bend to his will. With slow movements, you walked straight past him and made a point of looking over the different weapon displays. But you could feel his eyes on you.

You could tell Feyd was a man of action, one who let his reputation speak for him. Of letting fear be his weapon.

So, you made a point of ignoring him. But you could hear the steady thump of his footsteps as he approached. Despite his proximity, you continued to ignore him.

He was mere inches from your back when you spoke again.

“I thought you didn’t want to be disturbed, Na-Baron?”

You could almost feel the frustration coming off him in waves. He was a man who wasn’t used to being told ‘No’.

But just like Paul, you knew you had him intrigued. And you had a feeling Feyd would be more inclined to make how he felt known.

“You are truly something,” he mumbled, his voice a low rumble, almost quiet enough for you to miss it.

He was almost pressed against you now, the solid plane of his chest with barely inches between you. His arm reaching round, trailing over one of the knives on the wall.

“The armoury is not where I would expect to see a Bene Gesserit…” he whispered, leaning even further in.

Your head turned ever so slightly, leaning back to close the distance between your bodies.

“I like to do the unexpected.”

You were sure you heard him chuckle. His cheek almost pressed to yours now. His skin was cool against yours and you relished the feeling. Maybe breaking Feyd wouldn’t be as difficult as you thought.

You were almost caged between him and the display. Both arms now reaching around and leaning his weight against your back.

“I am sure there are a lot of things you like to do, hmm?”

You knew he was trying to intimidate you, believing he was the cat, and you were the little mouse.

But how wrong he would be.

Neither Feyd nor Paul listened to anyone who warned them against you.

Paul’s mother was the first to berate him on his fascination with you, even after only a few meetings. Warning him of what a Sister like you was capable of. That could have already clouded his mind and there would be nothing he could do.

But he refused to listen. You had done nothing to harm him. You had been nothing but kind. He had no reason, in his mind, to not trust you.

In Feyd’s case, it had been his uncle. The Harkonnen Baron had immediately questioned Feyd on his interactions with you, recognising immediately why the Bene Gesserit would show interest in his nephew.

But much like Paul, he refused to listen. In his opinion, he wasn’t weak enough to succumb to such manipulations. The myths he had heard of the Bene Gesserit were just that, myths that would scare weaker minds.

Little did they know, that was exactly what you wanted them to believe. The first step in having them entirely trapped.

Your first meetings with both men felt successful. Knowing you were now firmly in their minds only bolstered your confidence in completing your task. You could see it in how they looked at you.

Feyd was clearer, desire burning dark in his gaze. Paul, however, was more subtle, though his eyes rarely ever left you.

Throughout the week, you met with both of them whenever you could. Separately of course. It wasn’t quite the time to cross that line yet. Though the time may come.

You had seen them interact during the more social side of the political meetings. Finding common ground, it seemed, only through being heirs to prominent Houses.

You had seen the suspicious stares from their family members, wagering that both men had been warned against you. But that only told you that your plans had worked. You were in their minds; you had captured their hearts.

Exactly as you intended.

Tonight was a grand affair. The middle of the week and break from politics and strategy meetings. Everyone attended, including you.

The hall was decked out with tables laden with food, a stage that housed a band and a large space in the centre that could only be for dancing. A surefire way to get nobles socialising was a ball.

The Reverend Mother had told you to focus on this night especially. When most everyone would be more relaxed, including Feyd and Paul. 

Part of you wondered if either of them had noticed your attention being split between them both. Whether Paul’s knowledge of the Bene Gesserit had in any way clued him into what you had planned.

Either way, it mattered little. From the moment you arrived in the hall, you could feel their eyes on you.

Your interactions with both men had been intimate in their own ways.

Paul was gentle, timid almost when it came to you, and you had taken your time with him before he had got comfortable enough in your presence. But when he was comfortable, he was like putty in your hands.

Feyd on the other hand was a man who knew what he wanted and was willing to take it. And take it he did. He was experienced, there was no doubt in that. And his desires for you were not something he concerned himself with hiding.

So, it was no surprise when Feyd was the first to approach you.

His hands reached instantly for your arms, stroking up and down the bare skin and tugging you gently back towards his chest.

“I have been waiting for you to appear, my little mouse.”

You smiled at the name. It was more of a tease than a condescension. He knew as well as you did, you were his equal in many ways.

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long, Na-Baron?”

Feyd leaned in, lips brushing your ear as he chuckled.

“I would wait forever for a moment of your time, you know that.”

It was a simple flirtation, but you bit back a smile at the implication. You had your teeth in deep and Feyd had no means of escape. But despite yourself, you leaned back into him.

“That’s quite a promise, am I truly so memorable?”

Feyd’s hands had travelled from your arms to your waist, fingers digging into your body just a little. There was almost a possessiveness to how he touched you, both in bed and out in public. You couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down your spine at the coolness of his skin through your dress.

“Memorable is one word to describe you. Tempting is a far better word, I wager.”

His voice was so low, a dark rumble in your ear. Inviting you to give into him this time, to satisfy the mutual desire between you both.

You entwined your hand with his, twisting in his arms.

“Tempting enough to follow?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, you simply walked. Feyd following at your heels like a loyal pup. A sure sign, even if he didn’t know it, of the hold you had on him.

What you didn’t see, however, was Paul’s eyes on you the entire time. Or that he walked out seconds behind you and Feyd.

You hurried down the halls, Feyd easily keeping pace. You slipped into one of the many guest lounges, neither of you concerned with closing the door behind you. As far as you were concerned, no one would disturb you.

Now you were alone, Feyd was on you within seconds. Lips crushed to yours with a ferocity you welcomed. Hands gripping anywhere they could, all but tearing the clothes from your body.

If you had to describe how Feyd loved, it was like being pursued by an animal. His emotions laid bare when he was alone with you, burning through him and dragging you along with him.

But you could take it. You relished it. He was fully entangled in his need for you that he didn’t notice how much control you truly had. How you had wormed your way into his mind and bewitched his very soul.

Your back hit the wall, his lips travelling down as he tugged the sleeves of your dress down your arms. Exposing your skin to his hungry touch. Your own hands gripping at the fabric of his tunic.

This was how it had gone every time you and Feyd were alone. You were a temptation he couldn’t resist, which is exactly what you intended.

His hand travelled lower, tugging your leg high and around his hips, pushing his body tighter against you.

This was how far you usually got. Entwined with each other without fully submitting to desire. But you knew you needed to move things along, to truly test what kind of man Feyd was.

Deft hands pushed his tunic from his shoulders, followed by the thin fabric of his shirt. It wasn’t the first time you had seen Feyd in a state of undress, but it was a sight every time.

His face was buried in your neck as he rolled his hips against you. Your other leg quickly pulled to circle his waist, his rhythm only increasing as your nails dug into his shoulder.

“Tell me I can have you this time?” he mumbled, nipping at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

He was almost pleading as he spoke, the smallest sliver of vulnerability in his words. Hips rutting harder into your waiting body. There was a desperation to him, a deep seated need that made you sure you had a strong hold on him.

You paused for what seemed like an eternity to Feyd, earning you an impatient growl.

“Yes, you can have me…you’ve been so good waiting.”

The praise sent a shot of desire straight to his cock, his arms wrapping tight around your waist as he carried you over to a nearby table. A bed would have been preferred, you thought, but you weren’t about to stop him now.

You laid yourself back immediately, tugging your dress high over your thighs as Feyd caged you beneath his body. His lips quickly finding the soft swell of your chest, nipping and licking your skin through the fabric.

Your moans were soft, but they were like music to his ears. His hands gripped your thighs, tugging your closer to his body. Grinding himself against you until you sighed out his name.

In control or not, you were enjoying this as much as he was.

Feyd quickly had his belt and trousers opened, freeing himself without hesitation. Right now, he didn’t have the patience for foreplay. He wanted you, and he wanted you now. But strong hands on your waist had you on your front, your ass bare and on display.

You moaned in unison as he pushed inside, stretching your walls in the most delicious of ways. The stone of the table was cool against your stomach as Feyd set a steady but punishing rhythm.

Neither of you heard the door push open wider. Feyd’s face pressed into your skin, biting at the flesh as he slammed himself into you.

All Paul could see was the slam of Feyd’s hips against yours. All he could hear was the sound of you moaning Feyd’s name over and over again. It was like a knife to his heart. Was he so uninteresting to you? Had he been too soft, too gentle for you to even consider his affection?

He stood motionless as your moans seemed to get higher and higher. He felt his own cock twitch in his trousers at the very sight, torn between desire and jealousy.

The table seemed to slam against the ground with the force of Feyd’s hips, your moans reaching a crescendo as you all but screamed his name in pleasure. Feyd’s moans devolved to growls as he thrust into you a final time, painting your insides with his thick seed.

Only then, did you realise Paul was in the room. You recognised his mind immediately. Feyd turned at the feeling of someone else in the room.

The Harkonnen’s eyes darkened at the sight of the Paul.

“Enjoying the view?” Feyd snapped, making no moves cover himself as he turned, slowly tucking himself back into his trousers.

You turned and sat up, wrapping your arms around Feyd’s waist and tugging him backwards between your legs. His back pressed to your chest.

“Don’t be cruel, Feyd. Why don’t you come closer, Paul?”

Feyd snapped his head to you, but the look in your eyes told him not to argue. Your hold was strong, the fog in his mind returning and dragging him over to your will. His jaw tensed and he growled low in his throat.

It was like Paul’s mind wasn’t his own as he began to walk closer. Closing the distance between you with quick steps. Before he knew it, he was at your side.

Your hand stretched out to him, drawing him even further in. Your hand carded through his hair as the other rested on Feyd’s back. You could see the desire behind Paul’s eyes, and it was as though fate had delivered you both men on a silver platter.

“You could join us, if you wanted?” you asked, stroking Feyd’s back as though calming a wild animal.

Paul visibly swallowed. Were you really asking what he thought you were? The bite of fear at the way Feyd glared dissipated as you tugged a little at his curls.

He nodded, not trusting his own words. Feyd moved to stand on your opposite side, but you could still see how his body tensed at the mere idea of Paul touching you. And it gave you an idea. You let your presence linger in Feyd’s mind and gave him an instruction.

…Show him. He’s nervous, and I know you want to show him who I belong to…

Your words echoed in his mind, and you knew he’d heard as he smirked.

“Let me show you how it’s done, Atreides. Up close this time.”

You knew that would get him. If there was one thing you had learned to play on with Feyd, it was his possessiveness. To know that he had control of you.

With Paul, he needed to know he was enough for you, to hear how much you wanted him.

Before Feyd could take you again, you made quick work of Paul’s jacket. Throwing the dark material behind him and tugging him down for a kiss. You poured every ounce of desire into that one kiss, feeling Feyd slip back between your legs in the process.

His hands were on your thighs, pushing your dress even further up your body. Revealing more and more of your skin to both of your lovers. His lips found your stomach, hot kisses making your moan into Paul’s mouth as Feyd travelled lower and lower.

Your own hand slipped down to Paul’s waistband, deftly undoing the fastenings of his trousers and slipping your hand inside. Your kiss swallowed Paul’s moans as your wrapped your hand around his length, starting a slow, almost torturous rhythm until he was pulsing in your palm.

Your other hand rested on Feyd’s head, holding him close as he finally found your core. There was something so filthy about how his tongue began to clean his own seed from your skin, but that was another thing you had learned about Feyd.

There were few things he wouldn’t do.

The pace of your hand around Paul’s cock increased as Feyd buried himself entirely between your folds. Your thighs tight around his head as he devoured you.

Paul’s hand rested against the table beside you, steadying himself as he felt his release licking at the base of his spine. But when you grabbed his free hand, bringing it up to massage at your breast, he moaned deep into your mouth.

His touch was needy, relishing at the feeling of your soft flesh beneath his own. He quickly tugged the neckline of your dress lower, freeing both of your breasts from their confines. But what surprised you most, was when his lips left yours and began to suckle at your flesh.

Your moans were a tangle of their names, your heels digging into Feyd’s back as your second orgasm spilled onto his tongue. The salty mix your juices and his seed had Feyd’s eyes fluttering closed.

“Let…let Paul have a turn, Feyd…” you gasped, pushing Feyd back gently.

Feyd huffed, wiping his chin on the back of his hand but he did as he was bid. But you could see the way Feyd’s eyes trailed over Paul’s body, all the way down to where your hand remained wrapped around his cock.

He stepped back, giving Paul just enough space to slip between your thighs.

Paul’s hands were more tentative as they trailed up your thighs and over your hips. Where Feyd was rough and animalistic, Paul was soft and gentle. Almost timid in how he touched you. You had seen it in both their minds. Feyd had almost lost count now with how many conquests he’d had. Paul on the other hand had lost his virginity and little more.

Your legs spread wider, your hand slipping down and resuming your rhythm over Paul’s cock. Feyd watched intently, your free hand rubbing mindless circles over his stomach.

Paul was slow as he entered you. Your slick walls welcoming him with ease, his cock stretching you almost as much as Feyd’s.

You knew this likely wasn’t what the Reverend Mother intended. You were supposed to test them both and choose who to take to the programme. But they were both too much temptation for you to ignore.

“You feel so good, Paul…” you sighed out as he finally bottomed out.

You could feel him preen at the praise, your other hand trailing up his torso and pulling him down for a kiss. The change in angle had Paul groaning into your mouth, your legs wrapping around his hips and urging him to start moving.

His rhythm was slower than Feyd’s but no less satisfying, dragging his length in and out of you slowly. Letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock.

Your nails dug into Feyd’s skin, letting him know from experience that you needed more from Paul.

“She likes it harder, Atreides.” Feyd growled, making Paul stutter in his movements.

Paul glanced at you, and you nodded, telling him that you believed he could do it. That was the push he needed.

Slowly but surely, he sped up. Spurred on by the increased volume of your moans. Feyd smirked, and he couldn’t help but tease Paul just that little more.

“Come on, she won’t break. Fuck her like you mean it.”

Feyd’s taunts made Paul’s jaw tighten, his hands gripping your waist just a little more. What if that’s what made you choose Feyd? Maybe that’s what made you prefer Feyd over him? Even if that wasn’t true, it spurred Paul on.

His face buried itself into your neck, hips now slamming into yours. He wasn’t as rough as Feyd, but the force was much the same. Jealousy was what pushed Paul harder and deeper into your core.

Feyd’s lips found the other side of your neck, biting and licking at your skin just the way you liked it. He wasn’t about to let Paul have you all to himself.

It wasn’t long before Paul’s rhythm began to falter, signalling his release.

“Make her come first, Atreides. I promise the feeling of her squeezing your cock as you come will be worth it.”

Paul huffed into your neck, pulling back to look at Feyd. The taunts were getting to him, but you could also tell they were only making him work harder. And his hesitation had Feyd mocking him again.

“Use your fingers…” Feyd growled, his own hand sliding down your stomach and circling just over your pearl.

“Just here.”

Paul shoved Feyd’s hand away in frustration. He was going to prove to both of you that he was just as good as Feyd was. His fingers were soft on your skin, putting just enough pressure on your bud to have you arching your back in pleasure.

“That’s it, keep going until she can’t take anymore.”

Paul tried his best to keep his rhythm going as he touched you. But luckily, your third peak came quick enough. Your walls squeezing his cock so tight he could barely push inside. You keened his name as you came, Paul following not long after. His seed now mixing with Feyd’s inside you.

He pulled out slowly, and you sat up. Your hands found both of their necks, pulling them in for a kiss one after the other.

You wondered if they knew what your plans had been, but at the same time you didn’t care. You were satisfied, and by the looks in their eyes, so were they.

The political tour soon came to its end. The Reverend Mother had called you to her side after hearing the rumours that you had taken both heirs to bed.

“You are telling me that you’ve had them both?” Mother Helen asked, a mix of surprise and disappointment in her eyes.

But you had already prepared your reasonings.

“I have. I have seen both their minds, tested their resolves and both of them are more than adequate to sire a new generation.” You said simply.

Mother Helen looked at you for a moment and you did your best to hide whatever emotions you had when it came to Feyd and Paul.

In reality, you had found yourself desiring them both. In the days that followed, encounters between the three of you had only increased. Together or separately, it didn’t matter.

All you had to do now, was convince the Reverend Mother.

Feyd and Paul were sat in their final meeting, their relationship remaining cordial but closer than it was. Both of them wanted you, and neither wanted to let the other have you.

So, without your knowledge, they had come to an agreement.

Paul’s knowledge of the Bene Gesserit had clued him in to the existence of the breeding programme. And it was the best explanation they had for your initial interest – they were both heirs to great Houses with once members of your Order as mothers.

But they both agreed that your interest in them, now surpassed your duty.

All that remained was figuring out how to share you.

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What the Lost Boys think of vampire related media pt.2

After your last vamp media talk you had more questions you absolutely needed the answers to. Some of those answers came more naturally than you thought.

What we do in the Shadows:

-This is their absolute favorite show. It's just something they can all sit down to watch and get a nice laugh.

-David was actually the one that suggested it to the group

-He thinks it's about as close to what being a really vampire is like.

-You brought up your last conversation about why no vampire media could be so close to the real thing and he quickly responded with “Vampires are made up to be these gross demon creatures with no self control, when in fact most vampires were just normal humans going about their life.”

-He knew that no one in this show actually knows any vampires because of inconsistencies, but it's as close to it as they can all get without having to kill anyone for it.

-”Are you off your tits, boy?” “He is.”

-Paul quotes the show all the damn time (And so do the others but he is the main culprit.)

-you actually can't get him to stop

-”I became a vampire to suck blood and to fuck forever.”

-”No fuck off. Can't be side tracked with cheap sex potions.”

-Need an answer to any questions? Paul will respond with “Coprophilia.”

-Marko is giggling at Paul's quotes and answers with his own

-”Pizza pie” :D

-”He's my sweet cheese!”

-”She speaks the bullshit.”

-His favorite character is Nadja of course

-You have to pry him away from the T.V if you need him to do something else

-Dwayne will stop whatever he's doing if you offer to watch WWDITS with him

-He loves the historical references and gags

-He relates to Guillermo most of the time, being one of the voices of reason in his Chaos Coven

-”i was thinking w-” “we should finish each other off and tell no one?” “I’m game if you are.” ✨Spooky music��

•This show is permanently engraved into their brain

•You can take the boys out of WWDITS but you can not take the WWDITS out of the boys

Hotel Transylvania:

-Paul squints at the T.V “This has to be a crime to watch.”

-Dwayne without turning away from the T.V “Dracula is going to go ape shit when he sees this “

-David eats his popcorn slowly “at least there is other monsters in this movie.”

-Marko is giggling at the Blob and Scream Cheese “I fucking love kids movies.”

-All of them hated the village scene though.

Kid vampire:

-They all watch it because Laddie wanted them too

-All you can hear for the next few days is “Kid Vampire!” in that accent

-David and Dwayne thought the bogger nose bleed drink was absolutely disgusting.

-Like to the point the both gagged.

-Paul thinks it a cute little project

-Marko likes how they say ‘blood’

-Dwayne uses the song “Vampire brush” to get Laddie to brush his teeth

Monster High:

-Marko and Paul sing the theme song semi consistently

-”Monster-monster high! monster high! monster-monster high! Freaky, sheek, and fly, monster high, where student bodies lay.”

-”We got spirits, yes we do! We got spirits, how bout you!?”

-This is another show they all watch with Laddie

-David isn't a raving fan, but he can stand it

-”Draculaura is a bit of a lazy name.” “Clawdeen wolf? Lagona blue? Cleo De Nile? Everyone has a lazy name because it's a kids show!”

-Dwayne is secretly into it and asks Laddie to watch it with him so he has an excuse

Thanks for reading <3

Yes I saw the comment you wanted me to see. Don't think I was ignoring you, I just had to find other media to talk about. (I stalk my own page like a Hyena. It's a little sad tbh lmao)

[the-offside-rule]

Paul Aron (Hitech) - Clingy

Requested: yes

Prompts: 32) "I could kiss your lips all day."

Warnings: nope

Paul couldn't contain his excitement as he led Y/n through the buzzing atmosphere of the race weekend. He was unusually clingy, constantly holding her hand and wrapping his arm around her. Y/n, bewildered by the sudden change in his demeanor, couldn't help but laugh. "What's gotten into you, Paul?" She asked, amused, as the couple walked away from a group of fans looking for a photo with Paul. "I'm just so happy you're here with me. You've never been here before." Paul chirped, slinging her hand back and fourth. "Well, I appreciate the affection, but it's a bit much. Are you sure you're okay?" She asked.

Paul nodded, "Absolutely. I just can't believe you're here, and I want to make the most of it." He leaned in and pecked her lips softly. "I could kiss your lips all day!" He teased, slinging his arm around her shoulder and pulling her closer. Y/n burst into laughter, reaching up to grab his hand. "Okay, Clingy. I didn't know a race could make you this affectionate." He pulled her into him even tighter. "It's not just the race, it's having you here with me. I want you to enjoy every moment." His grip on her hand was firm, almost possessive, as if he feared losing her in the sea of people and racing activities.

He suddenly gasped. "Y/n, you have to meet Toto!" Paul exclaimed, his eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "Paul, do you not think he might be busy?" She asked, trying to make him think before doing, one of the perks of their relationship. "No, no. It'll only take a second. Let's go!" He said as he steered her towards the Mercedes AMG Petronas F1 Team area.

"Mmh, where he could be." Paul muttered to himself looking around the hospitality. "In the garage doing his job?" Y/n replied. "No, no, he wouldn't be in the garage at this time. It's way too- there he is!" He began to walk her towards the unmissable Toto Wolff, surrounded by a group of people. "Paul, he looks busy. Don'-t"

"Hey Toto!" Y/n masked her frustration as Toto turned around, smiling and shaking hands with Paul. "Paul, how are you? I see you've brought us a guest." He said, referring referring Y/n. Paul turned and presented her. "Yes. Toto, this is Y/n, my girlfriend. Y/n, this is Toto, the man who makes everything happen here." Toto extended a hand with a warm smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/n. Paul can't stop talking about you." Y/n chuckled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by Paul's eagerness. "Thank you, Toto. It's a pleasure to be here." Paul, unable to contain himself, interjected, "Wait until you see the car! I'll give you a tour later. Oh, I just saw Kimi go into the garage. We should say hi!" Y/n turned back to Toto to bid farewell, but her boyfriend had already had her whisked away. "It was nice meeting you!" She called, earning a laugh from Toto as he returned to speaking with his colleagues.

Y/n almost felt dizzy as they navigated the maze into the Mercedes garage, yet she was amused by Paul's infectious energy as he pulled her towards Kimi. "He's a nice guy. You're going to get on well." Paul reassured her, although after meeting Toto Wolff, she didn't need much reassurance. "Kimi, I'd like you to meet Y/n. My girlfriend." He smiled as Kimi introduced himself. "Kimi, nice to meet you." Y/n shook his hand. "Of all the drivers you could have picked, you picked Paul?" Y/n laughed at the joke as Paul looked on pretending to be annoyed. "That was out of order, mate." Paul said, pulling the younger driver into a headlock. "Don't be jealous." Y/n chuckled. "Who's side are you on?" Paul replied sarcastically.

Once their joking around had died down, Paul brought Y/n to the Formula 2 tents. "You must want everyone to know who I am." Y/n remarked. "You're going to be so famous by the time today is finished." Y/n sighed, catching Paul's attention. "Everything okay?" He asked, stopping dead in his tracks in the middle of the paddock. "I am fine, but I just think you're a bit overexcited is all." Paul's brows knotted in confusion. "Over excited? No, I'm just excited. It's your first time here!" He smiled. "I know, and its great you want everyone to know I am your girlfriend but I just think maybe it would be better suited away from where everyone is trying to do their jobs." Paul was just confused at this point. "What do you mean?"

"Toto was talking to people. They could have been sponsors, they could have been important people. Kimi was talking to an engineer. He might be preparing to do a test for Mercedes. These people are working. As nice as it is, I don't need you to run around telling everyone we are together." Paul's smile had pretty much vanished. "Am I being too clingy?" Y/n nodded. "Just a bit, babe." She replied. "Okay, that's fine. I'll just tone it down." Paul nodded. "Right. Now to the motor home." He said, leading Y/n to the Hitech truck so he could speak with his engineers. They laughed and chatted the whole way over, but once he stepped foot inside the motor home, he was zoned in, like he was meant to be.

As Paul engaged with his engineers, Y/n occasionally glanced nervously at the camera. She felt a bit out of place in this tech-filled environment, but Paul's reassuring grip on her hand kept her grounded. The crew aimed their lens toward her, capturing candid moments of her subtle attempts to step away from the intrusive camera. Paul noticed Y/n's discomfort and gently squeezed her hand, signaling that he was aware of her unease. "Don't worry, babe. They just need to film some segments and they'll be gone." He whispered, shooting her a comforting smile. Y/n nodded, appreciating his understanding.

The engineers discussed technical details, charts, and diagrams, while Y/n observed the intricate dance of collaboration. She marveled at the passion in Paul's eyes as he explained the intricacies of the project. The F2 crew captured these moments, weaving a visual narrative of dedication and innovation. As the conversation continued, the crew focused on Paul's animated interactions with the engineers, capturing the essence of teamwork and determination. Y/n, feeling a bit overwhelmed, sought solace in the familiar warmth of Paul's hand.

The crew, sensing the emotional nuances, adjusted their approach, providing a bit more space for the personal moments. Y/n, grateful for the consideration, began to relax, allowing herself to become part of the unfolding documentary. "Okay, sounds perfect. We'll go from there." Paul said, finalising the strategy plan for the upcoming qualifying session. "Paul, mind if I just ask who this is quickly so we can identify her in the documentary?" Onenof the camera men asked. Paul looked over to Y/n. "This is Y/n. She's my girlfriend."

[quixotin]

OK OK I FINISHED BINGING THE ENTIRETY OF NATLA AND I GOTTA SAY IT WAS A GREAT ADAPTATION!!!

Here are my thoughts so far:

The parts where I still had my reservations for the first half were definitely addressed in the second. There were more Kataang beats, especially in the last three episodes.

Please that whole part before the zutara showdown where Aang goes like "go easy, enough ppl have suffered" and zuko is more or less like "lol it's cute u think i'd hold back" and then aang has this proud little smirk like "oh i wasn’t talking to you"😏 Also his proud little smirk when Katara is fighting Pakku PLEASE HE IS GOING TO BE THE PROUDEST BF

They covered the most important points and had a decent few scenes of fan service, loved that.

However, the adaptation is not perfect and there are definitely parts that were lacking, at least to me. Primarily, I think they did our girl Katara a little dirty not emphasizing as much on her arc as opposed to Sokka's, for example, and also the way her ascension to master was pretty telly instead of showy

There was definitely something to love in every episode, but I think the weakest ones have to be Omashu and Spirited Away.

My ABSOULUTE FAVORITE episodes were Into the Dark and Masks. Dallas, Paul, and Gordon did SUCH a great job in them. I cannot WAIT for the proper leaves from the vine scene and also to have more of zuko interacting with aang.

ZUKO IS BABY BOY AND DOES NOT KNOW ANYTHING NOT EVEN ABCs 🥺🥺🥺

My favorite was Zuko by far, yes. I think the performance and the was he was written struck the best balance of that goofiness and tragedy atla is originally known for. That’s not to say the other kids didn't do a good job, but Dallas' Zuko was by far the best imo

I understand now what the showrunners meant by making the show more mature and serious. I cannot say I didn't like it, but I can see it being an acquired taste especially for the part of the fandom that is more purist/demanding. I like that the focus emphasized more on the consequences of war and that it reflected on the cycles of violence and hurt, what they do to a person and how the wounds pass down generationally. I think this emphasis on war, compassion, kindness, all those things are definitely an important message in this time and day. However, it is a little too serious for my taste, PRECISELY because of the times we are living in. Back when the OG came about the world was in a time of relative peace. But now we get pictures of carnage and genocide mixed in with videos of cute puppies, so it's definitely a different place. It was much easier to understand the gravity of the genocidal/bombing scenes imo, almost to a point that they seemed watered down/kid friendly compared to the real thing that we see on our phones everyday. Because of that, I think erring more on the comedy, the balance between what it ACTUALLY means to be hopeful and not just talking about it, is the one thing the show could improve upon for next seasons.

All in all I am VERY pleased with the adaptation. There were moments where I definitely bawled my eyes out, shouted, and laughed the same way I did the first time I watched the show. All I can say is, for those still on the fence about watching it, so long as you go in with an open mind and with the explicit objective of enjoying yourself, it will be a fun watch.

[m1ssunderstanding]

If Paul can't be who he is, or talk to people, keeping it in him who's to blame for this. If he has problems he doesn"t talk about or we older fans see him the way we do, whom is he hiding from? Is it really fare to blame his fans for thinking like he's happy and got it together. Do the younger generation see things differently? I care and adore Paul and don't want to think he isn't. Is that it? Or do we need to feel he's lying and all pr I know pretty much everything public about Paul. I dont mean to be rude or disagree with you. I enjoy seeing new fans and sees him from your pov but I wanna know what you think what he feels he can't share.

Hi! Okay, let's break this down.

Question one: Who is to blame for Paul not being more open about his private life?

Jim McCartney. Next question. No, it's a lot more complicated than that. Besides it being just a natural part of his personality, the foundation of this trait was formed through the whole context of his upbringing which laid the groundwork for how Paul would react to fame, as opposed to the other three. Then, because he was already set up to do so, fame and its side-affects and consequences made Paul double down on closing up. Then during the breakup, John's diarrhea of the mouth syndrome and Linda's encouraging Paul to lean into his home life and let his public life be, put Paul further into a pattern of craving privacy.

Question two: Is it fair to blame older fans for taking Paul's public self as his private self?

Firstly, I don't see the point in talking about blame in the first place. A) being a private person, putting on a face in public, is neither bad nor uncommon. (Maybe nobody really does it to the degree Paul does it. Maybe it does have some negative outcomes and does point to a lack of self-assurance and a strong tendency to emotional avoidance) but to some degree, Paul's cagey and fake public self is normal and healthy. B) blame is the least interesting mystery here.

Secondly, no one is trying to blame older fans for Paul's behavior. What I personally am frustrated with is what such a large group of people taking the surface as the entire ocean does to Paul's character as a historical figure and to the Beatles narrative as a whole. However, this large group is certainly not limited to older fans, nor does it contain all the older fans. Additionally, people can do, think, and say what they want. It's not some pressing humanitarian concern if people misunderstand Paul McCartney and the Beatles. It does seem to indicate and contribute to a large-scale cultural deficiency which may negatively impact more important social issues, but it is certainly far from a life and death situation.

Question three: Does the younger generation see things differently?

I'd actually never thought of these views in terms of generations, but yes, I guess many younger fans do look beyond the surface more than many older fans do.

Question four: Do we need to assume Paul is lying and all PR?

Again. Nobody needs to do anything. Do what you want. But. If you are looking to gain a more serious understanding of one of the most influential people of the twentieth century, then I suggest you don't take every word from his mouth as one-hundred-percent truthful as you should with anyone. This is absolutely not to say Paul is a liar and only cares about looking good to the public for business reasons. In fact, I believe if he was completely open about a lot of the things he guards against fully sharing, he would come off a lot better.

My personal rules of thumb with the Beatles are these: 1. John (and to a lesser extent George) often speaks from a place of strong emotion and uses talking about his experiences and feelings to regulate and soothe. Therefore, his statements are often extreme and often emphasize the negative. Paul (and to a lesser extent Ringo) cannot express strong emotion and fears talking about his experiences and feelings without disguising them or softening them. Therefore, his statements are often evasive and often emphasize the positive. If John says "I was going through murder," he means, "my mental health struggles were particularly difficult at that time even with all the good things I had going for me." If Paul says, "but it wasn't all, you know, great," he means, "Despite what I've made it seem like, that period of my life was not even safe, let alone perfect." 2. Take into account the culture these men were raised in and the attitude that culture would've pushed on them about certain topics. None of them are going to be particularly open about anything they would've been in any way punished for during the bulk of their life experience.

Question five: What do you think Paul feels he can't share?

If you were internationally famous, would you share absolutely everything about your personal life, innermost thoughts, politics, desires, regrets, hurts, and loves? I don't think so. Now, imagine you had most of your ability to be emotionally vulnerable beaten out of you as a child, you and your three best friends experienced death threats and permanent career damage due to one seemingly innocuous comment, and the person you trusted most in the world turned on a dime and exploited all your insecurities and the entire world followed suit for decades. I imagine there would be galaxies filled with all the things you feel you can't share and that you would use whatever protective measures necessary to keep yourself sane.

[bambi-kinos]

people’s arguments about why john has to be a bottom and not paul tend to regurgitate the same critique these people have about paul (“you say he’s a bottom just because he’s feminine!”) by bringing up john’s appearance and more femme attitude after ‘68 and then saying how paul is more masc because of his body / facial hair. i also feel like a lot of people still conflate dom/sub with top/bottom when it comes to mclennon. though i haven’t thought about the societal perception of receiving / giving, i had an ohhh moment when i read that in your post. i personally will always be a fan of service top john paired with a power bottom paul, but john being servicy to me doesn’t mean he’s “submissive” in the typical way. i think he can be dominant and aggressive with paul but that’s because paul allows him to be. like what you said about paul enjoying being john’s second and being put in his place by more domineering and strong men. there’s a lot of power play that goes on in their sexual relationship and it deeply fascinates me!

people’s arguments about why john has to be a bottom and not paul tend to regurgitate the same critique these people have about paul (“you say he’s a bottom just because he’s feminine!”) by bringing up john’s appearance and more femme attitude after ‘68 and then saying how paul is more masc because of his body / facial hair.

Yes, it gets very transparent for exactly those reasons. What makes me roll my eyes about the “you say he’s a bottom just because he’s feminine!” thing is that anyone who bitches about this can only imagine switching the roles and having Paul by a hypermasculine stoic (which breaks characterization) and having John be a hyperfeminine bottom (which is also OOC). I don't think that the original complaints are necessarily a bad thing, there is an iteration problem in McLennon fandom where Paul can sometimes be reduced to a weepy princess, though I haven't heard of any fics coming out in the past 5 years that actually made this mistake. But it does annoy me that fandom can only imagine flipping the script and having John be the weepy bottom princess. It never leads to something more creative or interesting being produced where John and Paul's roles, both self assigned and imposed on them, are discussed especially for the effect it had their relationship.

It would be interesting to explore John's femme qualities but I think that fans are hesitant about going there because they would have to admit that John's passivity in 1968 was induced by his heroin addiction which destroyed his life and his relationships. There's never any appreciating John's femininity when he wasn't on heroin even though 1965 is arguably when John was at the most soft spoken and open minded. I find it a little sad that John's feminine qualities are only appreciated when he was at the peak of his hatefulness and addiction.

i also feel like a lot of people still conflate dom/sub with top/bottom when it comes to mclennon.

A lot of that is wish fulfillment IMO. Especially since Paul fans are usually the ones driving it and it's pretty universal that we want to see him get railed, not really the other way around. We like him because he's so poundable. So it's nice that he has a built in boyfriend who's willing to fuck him until he cries, you know. And it's easy to classify that as top/bottom::dom/sub.

McLennon is very subtle in some ways because of the give and take between John and Paul was so weird and it's just really difficult for us as outsiders to grasp. John and Paul themselves are baffled and confused by it. It makes me wonder if part of their dissolution was the fact that they didn't understand how much power they held over the other one which meant that they couldn't understand why their decisions were having such profound effects on the other person. They seem profoundly frustrated and bewildered by the undercurrents of their relationship where they perfectly fulfill each other in all ways except one, and how deeply unsatisfying their other relationships have been in comparison.

I think @amoralto damaged the fandom for this in some ways because she ended up having a popular blog which meant that her interpretations of John in particular were xeroxed over and over. The problem with this being that I don't think amoralto fully appreciated the power dynamic between John and Paul and her bias against John crept into her opinions which means that they screwed up the fandom discourse. If you go purely by her public posts then amoralto appears to be under the impression that John was a hysteric that was perpetually shitting himself about Paul one upping him. There is some truth to that but it's also not the whole story because Paul's ability to pull the rug out from under John was always a source of pride, fascination, love, and eroticism for John. Yesterday rocked John's world but he was also proud of Paul for being such an incredible artist and he was always pleased about being the one who discovered Paul. He was always aware that Paul had a lot of power over him and John both reveled and despaired in that.

This relates to the top/bottom::dom/sub thing because this dynamic would naturally play out in an erotic relationship between John and Paul. There's the surface layer where John is railing Paul but then there's the additional layer where Paul is the one enticing John to do it by showing his ass off (like really, who do you think those tight cut trousers are for?) and inviting John to put his cock inside Paul. And then there's the part where John's butch attitude and even some of his violence was egged on and encouraged by Paul who was most likely turned on by John punching people out. Paul was not the slightest bit put off by John being a violent person or else he would have bailed within a year of knowing him. When Julia died, Paul is the only one who had patience with John who was getting drunk and getting into fights…meanwhile there's a femmeboi in the background making soothing noises and cleaning him up so that he's fit for company. Really makes the your mind run wild with possibilities huh? Who is to say Paul didn't say "c'mon Johnny, just put it in me mouth and I'll fix you up." Or something!

The point is Paul is ultimately in control of the situation. This is supposed to be what dom/sub set ups are supposed to be anyway, subs are the ones who dictate the conditions in the bedroom. But considering how John built Paul up in his mind, it seems clear that Paul had a lot of overt power over John too. They don't fit neatly into the dom/sub set up either.

They switched power positions constantly and they got a lot of pleasure out of dominating but also being dominated. Paul liked being on top and being on bottom and John liked it when he got to be on top of Paul and when Paul crushed him. The pleasure was in the struggle itself, not necessarily the positions in of themselves.

though i haven’t thought about the societal perception of receiving / giving, i had an ohhh moment when i read that in your post.

It's not nearly as prevelent now though it still lingers. But heteronormativity really dictated the nature of a lot of relationships in the past.

i personally will always be a fan of service top john paired with a power bottom paul, but john being servicy to me doesn’t mean he’s “submissive” in the typical way. i think he can be dominant and aggressive with paul but that’s because paul allows him to be.

IMO there's a lot of truth to this! @zilabee has a really nice post about how John and Paul could afford to be gentle with one another and wrote love songs together. I think that a service top john/power bottom paul really fits this dynamic because it allowed John and Paul to express themselves to each other which solidified their mutual trust and their bond.

In a lot of ways Paul was an ideal partner for John in that he was someone John could have sex with that didn't have consequences (such as pregnancy) while Paul also had the feminine beauty that John really loved. (There's a quote from Yoko I think that John claimed if he fell in love with another man then that man would have to be extremely beautiful. Handsome is not enough.) John could probably be a lot rougher with Paul who could stand up to being tossed around a bit if needed but was beautiful enough for John to fuck tenderly too. Paul wasn't afraid of John's rough side and even encouraged it and decided to love it. In some ways John being a service top lets him express that roughness sexually with someone who won't break in half from being treated like a sack of potatoes. And there wouldn't be judgment from Paul either because he is still a man and experienced the same puberty and testosterone that John did including the same struggles with temper, the bodily changes, etc. He knows where John is coming from whereas a 1960s woman would not. (The transwomen, crossdressers, and homosexuals in Hamburg may have been John's first explicit taste of this. People who were familiar with what growing up as a male would be like so they didn't judge John for his proclivities and interests.)

In other words, John could express himself sexually with Paul in a way that he probably couldn't with women. Paul was fine with it judging from that photo of John's nutsack against his back and it fulfilled his needs as well!

like what you said about paul enjoying being john’s second and being put in his place by more domineering and strong men. there’s a lot of power play that goes on in their sexual relationship and it deeply fascinates me!

Yes! John overwhelms and dominates Paul but it's because Paul wants it to happen. He relied on John's intuition and discernment and ultimately his trust in John to carry it through. John has a partner who can't get pregnant when he climaxes inside him and then can take it on the chin when John is rough and/or degrading. All while he's sharply aware of how much Paul likes it which itself feeds into John's eros, and so on and on…

[all-you-need-is-paul-mccartney]

Baby It's You (Teen!John Lennon x Teen!Female!Reader)

A/N: Hello! Yes, I'm alive, and yes, I know I haven't posted anything original on this blog in over 3 years, but that's gonna change!

Thank you all for sticking around so long, my life did a 180 about a month or so ago and now I can get back to one of the things I love doing most: giving you all some juicy fanfiction to enjoy!

I've had an influx of enthusiastic followers and readers on my last oneshot ask for more writing, and I will be delivering! I have upcoming Paul and George oneshots underway; but first, I think it's time we show John a little love!

P.S. we'll probably consider this an AU fic since John went to private school, and he is going to school with the reader in this one. Sorry for the lack of authenticity in advance!

Summary: Your friend, John, invites you to the first Fair of the year with the intentions of evolving some spontaneous behaviour within you. You find just the thing there to prove to John just how daring and fun you could be-- and then things go sideways.

WARNINGS: This has been sitting in my notes FOREVER so I wouldn't be surprised if there were typos.

Also, there is a heteronormative behaviour in this fic because of the time it was set in, but I want to disclaim that LOVE IS LOVE and I, in no way, support heteronormative/ anti LGBTQ+ behaviour. Love who you want to love; just be happy doing so<3

Also Also, she is a LONG one like the other oneshot, so I advise you read this when you've got some time on your hands!

Swearing is almost a certainty at this point, but no really mature themes, so a T rating is probably enough for this one.

It was a hot Friday afternoon, at the very end of the school year; and there were hundreds of telltale signs:

The teacher was well over his curriculum and he sat at his desk reading a book in silence, student-made work was no longer strewn about on the walls, the classroom was humid even with everyone fanning themselves and each other; and the students...

You could tell the students were just dying to get home for the summer.

There were five minutes left on the clock, and you sat at your desk packing your things away. You spent the last hour doodling, but you wanted to be ready to take off as soon as the bell sounded.

As you zipped your bag up, you saw a little flash of white in your peripheral, and when you glanced back at the surface of your desk, you noticed a folded piece of paper-- a note!

You looked around briefly, but no one indicated to you where to pass it, so it had to have been for you.

And if the note was for you, then there was only one person it could have been from.

You unraveled the little piece of paper, revealing the question the paper possessed.

"Fair? Tonight? -yours truly"

That evening in particular, the local fair was going to erect itself in the biggest park in town, and everyone at school was going to be there. What better way to blow off steam at the end of a long year of hard work?

You shook your head at his pathetic complimentary close, your eyes rolling to the back of your head so far they almost didn't come back.

The bell rang, and before you could even consider doing anything else with the note, everyone took off out the door, as did you, knowing fully well "yours truly" was going to be waiting for you at your locker.

As you rounded the corner to the hallway your locker was in, you finally caught glimpse of him. He was leaning against it with his arms crossed, one leg over the other as his eyes wandered the other students for your face; and when your eyes locked, his expressionless mouth couldn't help but tighten upwards.

Perhaps his smile was out of kindness, but it was most likely because he was a jokester, and quite frankly couldn't get enough of teasing you.

And now his target was spotted.

He opened his mouth to speak, but you spoke first. "You know how much I hate how you sign these off, right?"

You presented the note in hand adjacent to your head as your face displayed a disapproving cringe, cheeks pink in mild humiliation.

"John, I only ever get notes written from you, so the flowery signoff is unnecessary," you put the note down, pointing at him with a frown.

"That note-passing was so open! You know if the teacher ever caught something like that, he'd make me read it out loud to the class, surely you know I'd die on the spot, and then my ghost will haunt you until you died too!"

His smile only grew wider at your words, almost as if he'd been betting with himself what your response to all of this was going to be.

"Also, you're not even in my last class," you rambled on, "so how you managed to have it smuggled in beats me."

"Oh, come on, y/n, you know you'd love all the attention you'd get out of something like that," he gestured to the paper, and you shook your head before crumpling it into a ball in your hand and tossing it at his head, to which it bounced off, and then was immediately trampled on as other students hurried down the hallway.

The both of you weren't strangers; you frequented playdates with John as children, and then you went to school together, so you basically watched each other grow up. John, for as long as you'd known him, usually displayed confident and sometimes mischievous behaviour towards others that typically you'd find unappealing for a man to display.

"People thinking I'm with you? That is not the kind of attention I'm after."

Not that you ever found John appealing, in any way. He was your buddy; you tolerated his behaviour. That being said, over the years he started lightening up on the harsher jokes with you, opting for more of a platonic flirt more than anything else, finding it was a less harmless way to poke fun at you.

"And the Fair, John? Really?"

The boy shrugged his hands up to defend his suggestion. "What's so bad about the Fair?!"

You rolled your combination into your locker, and he shifted out of the way so you could get into it better once you got it unlocked.

"Nothing's wrong with going to the Fair. Going to the Fair with you on the other hand..." you tisked at him before reaching into your locker to retrieve what binders and books you had left in there. John never used his locker, so he was just waiting on you.

You tossed your bag up over your shoulder once you shoved your books inside, and before John could interject with an if, and, or but, you put your hand up to silence him.

"You left me lost in that fun house--"

"But that was literally ten ago, y/n!"

"Doesn't mean I'm over it!"

You took the lead towards the exit doors, and John followed suit, searching for the right words to convince you to go with him.

"If you go with me tonight, I'll try to win you a stuffed animal,"

"We're doing bribery now, are we?" You smirked, reaching out for the doors and pushing through until both you and John were outside, standing under the sun. It was nice for once for the sun to have been out from behind the clouds.

"Look, you're just always hanging out with your girlies, and I've got my mates, but they're all going to the fair with other people tonight," John started as you both headed to the sidewalk and began to make your way to your place.

"We never really do spontaneous things anymore, just you and I. And, I don't know, growing up a little might have had something to do with it... but it doesn't mean I'm not still your friend, though. I wanna do things with you."

You took John's words into consideration. One thing you really liked about John was that he was passionate, and poetic. You'd seen this reflected in some of his writing before, and he often discussed with you how much he liked music, and how he dreamed that his poems could very well one day soon become songs...

Now, it's not like he spoke the way he wrote, but his thoughts translated to words so quickly and effortlessly, and he, as a speaker, really made you think twice about what he said because he sounded so sure when he spoke.

"... I suppose we have been distant in terms of having fun. I know I won't be able to win an argument with you that studying every other night together is considered 'fun', even though I think otherwise."

You and John both rounded left down the next street, which happened to be where you lived; the benefits of living a block away from school. Your house was coming up, meaning this conversation had to end soon.

"Y/n, of the two of us, it's you who needs to be more spontaneous. Just say yes and come with me tonight."

At this point, you and John had slowed to a stop and were standing at the end of the driveway, facing one another as you pondered whether tonight was going to be spent inside reading and listening to music, or stimulated by exciting noises and lights while you stuffed your face with Carnival delicacies and treats.

"... If I say yes, will I still get my stuffed animal?" You already knew the response as the smile returned to John's face.

You and John made it to the Fair for 6:30, and it was already full of life; children on the rides screaming their heads off, friends competing in mini games like Ring Toss and Balloon Darts, and the smell of popcorn and candy floss swirled through the air.

As you looked around at all of the rides available, you barely noticed John going out of his way to buy tickets for both you and him for the night. When he returned to you, he tried to see if you were looking at a particular ride. "Anything catching your eye?"

"I feel like they have different stuff this year. Like, that one must be new," you pointed to a group a different rides that you'd never seen before. "Let's look around, and if anything looks interesting enough, I say we go for it."

John bought you enough tickets for you both to ride everything anyways, but you two had all night, and nowhere to be the next day, so you agreed to start at one end of the fair, and work your way through it.

The first ride that caught the attention of either one of yous were the Tea Cups.

"Remember the one time I threw up on you on that ride?" You asked John with a little smile, to which he replied without a beat,

"And then I threw up on you and caused a chain reaction with all of the other kids on the ride?"

You both laughed and cringed at the rather unpleasant memory before John kindly took your elbow and pulled you towards the ride gently, knowing full well that your matured stomachs would be able to handle it now, and your moving feet indicated you weren't objecting the idea of getting on.

"We gotta start the fun somewhere, Love. After you," John presented four tickets to the ride operator, and you chose your favourite colour cup to climb into.

"If you just don't spin the cup, we'll make it out of here safe," you warned John with a joking wagging finger, and he saluted to you respectfully as he closed the hatch to the cup and took a seat next to you.

"Don't worry, we won't meet the same fate as last," he grabbed the wheel at the centre of the cup as if to indicate he was going to steady it the whole time, and you were excited to see how well he'd do; and even more excited to make fun of him when he did a bad job.

The ride shot to life, and as the cups began dancing around in different patterns, you watched in amusement as John tried his very hardest to keep the cup from spinning; his attention sometimes turning to you, and he watched as your hair whipped around your smiling face as the ride threw the both of you around.

Your beating heart was building up adrenaline as the ride spun on. You suddenly threw your hands overtop of John's, and his eyes shot up to you, hands going slack on the wheel, and you took that moment to whip the cup around as hard as you could, the world becoming a blur around you, and your energy within escaping in a bound of squeals and giggles.

John couldn't help but join in, your laughter was contagious, and the excitement he felt seeing you having fun made his heart ache a little, but in a good way.

The ride was over much sooner than the either of you would have liked, the both of you combing your fingers through your hair to appear more presentable as your tea cup came to a complete stop. John opened the door for you, and you both continued on on wobbly legs to see what else the Fair had to offer.

After a few carnival games and slow, paced rides, you finally grab John by the wrist after he suggests doing something you'd rather do later so he didn't take off too far.

"I think we should do the Ferris Wheel, John," You dropped his wrist and pointed to the ride in the distance behind him, his eyes following your gaze to it.

"Come along, then," it was now his turn to grab your wrist, and lead you along.

That was one unspoken rule you had with John: he never held your hand. You weren't sure why, and you didn't really care-- you didn't want to hold his hand. You just always settled on the idea John was really committed to the joke about not wanting to get Cooties; and honestly, you respected his devotion to the joke.

Your wait in line to ride the Ferris Wheel was a short one, and your chest filled with excitement yet again as you and John took your seats and the ride operator strapped you in.

As the ride filled with other people, you and John slowly made your way to the very top of the ride, allowing yourselves to take in the view of the Fair that seemed to stretch forever.

"We really should have done this first so we could have seen everything all at once," you said, peering down at some of the unrecognizable stands and rides surrounding you both. One in particular caught your eye, and it was in the shape of a space ship from those cartoons depicting the future.

"We definitely have to check that one out," you pointed to it, and John nodded his head in agreement.

"It seems to be right by the games and food. We'll grab some candy while we're in the area."

"And...?"

"And I'll win you that prize, yeah yeah yeah, I know what I promised."

The Ferris Wheel then took off, and you and John savoured the ride, watching the sun slowly fall towards the horizon, the most beautiful colours painted across the sky.

"I'm glad you convince me to come with you, Johnny. I'm having loads of fun. Thank you," you didn't shout, just loud enough that John could hear, and he smiled at you.

"Like I said, if anyone needs to be more spontaneous, it's you. If I can fix that in any way, I'll take the chance," you smiled back at his words, turning your full attention back to the sky as the ride began to slow, knowing this moment, like everything else, was going to come to an end.

You and John were on a mission to get over to the space ship, passing by a bunch of other rides and games you pointed to and indicated aloud along the way that they were on your To-Do list that evening.

As you approached what you two initially thought was a ride, you discovered that the rocket was actually just a still building. There were two lines entering the ship, and there were a few people in each line.

One of the Fair Staff was walking by, and John stopped him before he went too far. "Hey, what's this one all about?"

"Cosmic Hearts is a matchmaking activity we just added! You're matched with someone of your preference in the other line anonymously, and you both enter the rocket. You spend two minutes in the dark together, and then you leave together when the doors open, revealing who you've matched with. You can also think of it as a two-way Kissing Booth."

The staff member looked at the both of you before adding on slowly, "established couples usually don't use that one..."

"Oh, you must be mistaken, we're not--" John couldn't even correct the guy before he was walking away again. You looked from John, back to the metal space ship. The guys standing in line weren't bad looking at all.

"... I wouldn't mind spending two minutes in the dark with any of them," you thought aloud, noticing that each person in line had at least one unique physical attractive quality.

"Yeah, well I'd be worried they'd be touchy with you. In the dark and all," John huffed, shaking his head at the picture he painted himself, and you bursted out laughing.

"What, so you're my chaperone now? Going in there is knowing full well you're going to have hands all over you. Maybe I want to be squeezed up a little, Johnny, is there any harm in that?"

"I mean," John's face flushed a rosy pink before shutting his eyes and shaking his head again, as if that was going to stop his imagination from doing what an imagination does.

"That's.. not something I want to picture."

"Well look, you don't have to anymore," you took John's arm and pulled him towards one of the game stalls close by. "But you do have to try to win me that stuffed bear. We all know that's what I came for in the first place."

The distraction you set up was a good one. The game you brought John to was pretty much just Balloon Darts but forest- themed. You watched as John tried his very best to aim his darts, but he just couldn't quite seem to make the mark for that bear.

The fifth round came and went, and John was still slapping more tickets down. You knew it didn't help that John was legally blind and flat-out refused to wear his glasses, but you weren't about to start an argument with him over that.

After John used up the rest of his darts from that round, he looked over at you with frustration and he sighed. "Look, I might just need a quick break," John took the tickets from inside his pocket, and placed them in your hand.

"I'm running to the loo, it's just on the other side of the park, just hang out here, play a round... or four... and see if you're a better shot than me,"

"I'm always a better shot than you, Lenny," you called to him as he disappeared in the crowd, waving back to you as if to acknowledge your cocky response.

You went to turn back to the game, but something stopped you. You took a quick glance over your shoulder, and eyed the lineup at the rocket ship. You couldn't believe how good looking the people in the lineup were, you could only imagine what the mystery people in the second line looked like.

And then John's words from earlier became apparent in your head, statement ringing in your ears.

"Y/n, of the two of us, it's you who needs to be more spontaneous."

You furrowed your brow as you thought about this decision you were about to make. The closest lineup to you wasn't long at all, and before you knew it, your feet were pretty much walking themselves up to the line.

There was a girl about your age doing the matching for your line, and she met your gaze after letting the next person in. She grinned, and approached you.

"Hello! Welcome to Cosmic Hearts, do you know how we work?"

"Sort of... I just don't know how the matches are made."

"Oh, it's no worries, we do that all for you! We only really take the girl's request for preference types, and then we match accordingly from the other line. Is there something in particular you want about your match? Looks? Behaviour?"

You raised an interested eyebrow, skeptical about how accurate your preferences would be in terms of the match.

That being said, it was just an elaborate kissing booth, it's not like you were using the stall to find the love of your life-- no, you were looking to prove to John that you could be daring, that you weren't as boring as he maybe thought.

"Look, girl-to-girl here, I trust your judgement in choosing me a good-looking guy..." your voice tapered off for a moment before you added, " I just might want someone who doesn't seem too overconfident."

The Match Girl smiled wide, and gestured toward the door to the spaceship with her hand, pushing it open to let you in. You were the next girl in line, and the boys in the lineup watched as you took a deep breath and moved in.

As you walked toward the threshold of the dark room, Match Girl filled you in on the instructions.

"The other side of the curtain will be your 'contact area', only walk through when you hear the other door close; that'll mean he's inside as well. You'll have two minutes alone together, at which point we will open the central door and let you both out"

Your heart began to quicken. It didn't really occur to you until now that you were about to make out with a complete stranger in the dark, and leave that spaceship hand-in-hand just to prove to John wrong about you lacking in as much fun as he thought.

But this impulsive plan of yours also excited you a lot.

Maybe by the end of the night, you'd be leaving with a boyfriend, and telling John that you told him so.

You took your final step into the rocket, and your heart pounded against your ribcage as it all went dark.

After about thirty seconds of silence, you heard some shuffling from the other side of the curtain, and then a simple, "your two minutes start now," from the staff.

Your heart was beating so loud, you could hear the blood flowing in your ears. Your remaining senses enhanced, provided your lack of vision, and you followed the wall to the right with your hand, past the curtain, and you could feel an immediate change in temperature in the room.

You were much warmer now, hyper-aware of the fact that you were sharing body-heat with whoever the staff matched you with. You had to relay it in your head a few times what this actually meant for you. It meant that the stranger in this room with you was going to get to know you quite intimately in a pretty short amount of time.

This made you think a moment or two about the other party in this situation: The Stranger. What was his story? Was he dared to jump in line by his buddies to get some action? Maybe his story is that he just wanted to have his first kiss to get it just done and over with, or maybe he, like yourself, was just doing it for the Hell of it.

Whatever the reason, you felt you owed it to them to give them a decent snogging.

Your hand continued to drift along the wall before your thumb bumped into another hand. You gasped quietly, knowing you were close to the stranger, just not exactly sure of where abouts until now.

You lifted your hand off the wall at the same time as him, and as to not lose you, he made sure to reach out and take your hand in his gently, seeming more like an offer than a demand, which you took, admittedly rather nervously, especially when his other hand reached out to grab the other hand at your side.

Something was just so thrilling picturing so many renditions of handsome young men in your head, mixing and matching what he looked like based on what you could feel. His hands were larger than yours, and his fingers were calloused.

He played guitar, or bass, or something, and you knew this because John played, and you remember him telling you once that the strings were really hard on the hands, and you could just tell by looking at his hands that he wasn't joking.

You just thought the feeling was such a contrast against your own hands, which were soft and untouched, and you were sure with the way this guy was running his thumbs over your palms, and the pads of your fingers, he was admiring the contrast as well.

You almost wanted to say something to him about it, but he had you stuck in a trance, especially when he let your hands go for a moment to gently feel up your arms for your shoulders. You tried your best not to be too reactive, but you couldn't help the goosebumps trailing after his touch.

His hands moved up, and you felt his fingertips graze the crooks of your neck and then up under your jaw.

Neither of you spoke, this moment too intimate for the silence to break. You and he breathed so shallow, it was hard to even believe there was someone in the room with you.

But there was, and his fingers traced your jawline slowly, one hand deviating up to cradle the back of your head while the other gently traced around your chin.

Your lips parted, your own hands reaching out for his waist so you had some idea of where he was in front of you. Your fingers found his jacket, and as you tightened your hands around the leather, you felt him move a little closer as his thumb finally found its way to your bottom lip.

You felt his breath on your face, and you held your own, squeezing your eyes shut when you realized they had been wide open the whole time.

And finally, after what seemed like too long, his thumb disappeared and he replaced it with his own lips.

The kiss was soft, and not pushy at all, but you were tense like a rock under his touch from how nervous you actually were, and you just kept still.

He pulled away for a moment, and you could feel your face burning. That was not the kind of note you were going to leave on. Whoever this was, he had clearly gotten your attention, and you needed to return the favour.

Your one hand moved up his chest, over his collarbone and around his neck to pull him back down towards you. Your lips came together again, and you felt him melt into your embrace after an unsure second, hands dropping down to snake around your waist and pull you flush against him.

You sighed against his mouth, and he pushed his tongue past your lips, all of your past worries melting away. You were in heaven, so drunk on intimacy that you forgot what you were even doing in there in the first place. You tried pulling him even closer by the jacket, to which he responded by slowly backing you against the wall, one of his hands dropping to your hip, and the other returning to the back of your head like before.

Your hand behind his neck slipped up into his hair, and he moaned gently when you tightened your fingers up in the strands and pulled a little.

"Yes, Baby..." the words tumbled from his mouth lowly, and you felt a chill shoot right up your spine; you immediately froze up, lips separating as the realization hit you. You felt like you were going to faint.

"John?!" Your question was short, but clear, and you felt your suspicions were all too correct when you felt all of his muscles tense up as well at the sound of your voice.

"...Y/n?!" His voice cracked, body frozen in place like a statue. As were you, grip still tight in his hair and on his jacket.

You were speechless-- you couldn't believe the one you just spent the last minute and a half or so with-- the one with whom you spent the most intimate experience in your entire life-- was John.

The gentle touching, the embracing of the heavy silence, the patient behaviour, the soft kissing, the respect of your boundaries, and the feeling of wanting more-- it was all John.

This was the first time in your life you had ever experienced John in a situation where he didn't have the words he needed to speak at his disposal.

But to be fair, neither did you. What would anyone do in a situation like this?

It became all the more real for the both of you a moment later when the doors opened up, the lights around the rocket ship lighting John's face for you to see, and your face for him. You both sported embarrassing shades of red on your cheeks, and John's mouth just hung open in perpetual shock as he took in the fact that it was you.

After a second, you both came back down to earth, and your hands came zipping off each other so fast, John scratching his head nervously and giving you space from the wall, and you folding your arms over your chest and gripping your biceps tightly with your fingers.

You couldn't even look John in the eye, nor could he with you, let alone speak. You walked out the door, John at your side. The Match Girl waited by the bottom of the ramp, grinning ear-to-ear. If only she'd known.

"Pretty good-looking, huh?" She nudged to you with a wink, and you could feel your face grow hotter as you glanced over to John. You made brief eye-contact, and you cast your eyes straight to the ground when it happened.

You were thinking things about John you never would have before had it not been for that stupid snog box.

"Yes," was all you could say, nodding for the most part and squeaking out a soft thank you to her before you turned on your heel, and beelined straight for the women's room, rushing out to John that you were running to the loo without looking back at him.

You were too focused on finding some cold water to splash in your face, and a quiet space to figure out what to do in this situation; the lights and sounds had your head just spinning, and it was too difficult to concentrate.

The women's room was quiet enough, and when you felt you'd splashed enough water in your face, you went and sat in one of the stalls for a while to break down the situation that just happened, and what you were going to do to fix it.

John was your friend. There was no way you were going to let something like this drive a wedge between you, especially if you just had to explain yourselves. You had your reasons going in there, as did he.

You were just hoping this could be something you could both look back on in the future and laugh.

You took a few sobering deep breaths before leaving the women's room. You rounded the corner, not quite sure where to begin looking for John, but you found you didn't have to go far when a rather familiar set of fingers took hold of your own as soon as you stopped.

You glanced over your shoulder and there he was. He'd been waiting for you the whole time.

And now he was holding your hand.

That's new.

"... Can we talk?" you spoke simultaneously, and you both smiled a little. John still couldn't seem to hold your gaze for too long without needing to tear his eyes away and resort to looking at his shoes, yet he still held a firm grip on your hand.

You'd never seen him like this before. It was sobering to see him without so much confidence.

"Where did you wanna talk? Nowhere's really private here."

"... Did you just wanna get outta here?" As soon as the words left his mouth, your shoulders lowered in relief. You both definitely had enough excitement for the night, and when you nodded your head sheepishly, John gave your hand a little squeeze, gestured you to come with him with his head, and you both headed for the Fair exit.

Your stroll down the town streets were quiet. Nothing was said between you two for the first little while, your strides were slow, your destination was unknown, and your hands were still clasped together. You took in the night air, for the sun had dropped below the horizon while you were in the spaceship, and the temperatures were lower.

You weren't too sure yet how John felt about all of that night's events so far, and what he thought of you. Clearly, based on the fact that his hand was still in yours, some opinion of his had changed.

Was he comfortable holding your hand now knowing it was you who shared such an intimate moment with him? Or was he maybe wanting to break off this friendship with you all because of tonight, and hand-holding was the only way he could think to comfort you?

At one point, John's fingers unraveled from yours, and you both slowed to a stop. He shrugged off his jacket and wordlessly draped it over your shoulders before you pushed your arms up into the sleeves. John tried looking you in the eye again, and he swallowed nervously, face going red yet again.

"John, we need to talk about what happened."

"I know."

You took his hand this time, and guided him to the curb, sitting down together. Your fingers left his, and you both planted your hands at the curb at your sides.

There was silence for a moment as the memories of what happened back at the Fair resurfaced in your minds, what you were both feeling for each other, physically and emotionally, in your literal moments of blissful ignorance...

"Okay. I'm just going to put this out there right now. John, I had absolutely no idea that they matched me with you, or that you were even in line, for that matter." You sighed before continuing on, feeling the creep of warmth washing over your face yet again.

"I jumped in line impulsively when you left because I figured if you came back and you saw me leaving the rocket with a guy, I could prove to you tonight that I can be just as spontaneous and daring and fun as you."

You could see the gears turning in John's head when you finished saying your part, and after a second of putting the pieces together, his eyes widened, and then this wide smile spread right across his face, and, to your utter relief, he started laughing.

And it sounded so different compared to all of the other times he laughed around you. You couldn't quite place exactly what was different this time, but you found it to be more melodic than usual; more genuine. It was like music to your ears.

"I uh, I jumped in line for kind of the same reason." You raised a confused eyebrow, so John elaborated a little more, smile faltering a little as he cleared things up.

"Let me explain; If you saw me leaving the rocket with a girl, I was hoping I could convince you to do something tonight a little out of your comfort zone, like I did with that."

There was your Pièce De Résistance: John's reason for being in there all along was to teach you to live a little. And you were simply in there to live.

"Not that I wanted to see you specifically go through with the spaceship and getting felt up the wrong way, per se, but I just..."

John's words trailed off, and you could tell he was struggling to find words again. So, he decided to take this conversation in another direction.

"Okay, look, y/n, I don't want you to be under the impression that I think you're no fun. It's just not true. I adore you. There's just something about seeing you at the peak of excitement that makes me feel warm inside, like a child. I see this in moments you doubt yourself, but you still take that chance and you come out successful in the end, shining with confidence. I wanted to see you tonight with that same glow. And I would have if I hadn't have made fun in the first place that you were such a bore, so I'm sorry."

John dropped his head down after he finished speaking, and you looked at him for a moment, blinking once before reaching out to rub his back.

"Johnny, there is nothing to be sorry about." He turned his gaze to look at you, and you took some long pauses between your sentences. John was patient, eyes watching your face, and hanging onto every word you said.

"Of all the people I could have ended up with in that rocket tonight, I don't think you have any idea just how grateful I am that it was you in there with me, and not some stranger."

You didn't think you could keep it inside forever just what you thought about John's kissing, but you didn't think you'd give up fifteen minutes after the situation, either.

"John, I've kissed boys before, that's no secret between us; but what is is that I've never kissed a boy the way I kissed you tonight, and the attention you were giving back to me, I thought I nearly fell for you in there, and I had no clue it was even you," you laughed a little, the words feeling funny in your mouth, especially when they were for John's ears, only. Those words elicited red faces from the both of you.

"... I never thought I'd ever be nervous looking you in the eye, but to be quite honest, all that comes to mind when I see your face right now is the bubbling of excitement in my chest, and the feel of my legs going wobbly. God, John, would I be crazy to say I want you to kiss me like that all over again?"

You figured if you didn't throw the opportunity out there, you just might lose the chance to experience what you felt again, even if it meant just one last time in your life. But when John remained silent for longer than you hoped, your confidence began to falter. Perhaps John wasn't so comfortable with you anymore.

"... Would I be crazy?" You asked again, this time just above a whisper. John was the kind of person you expected to laugh something like this off. Perhaps he'd tease you for a moment, but ultimately tell you it was no big deal before gently rejecting you.

Instead, his silence indicated something much different. His eyes darted to your lips for a moment, a hand reaching up to hold the back of your head gently as he glanced up into your eyes.

"Love, if you think you're crazy for thinking that, then what I'm thinking must make me completely mad."

Your heart pounded against your ribcage, and John decided not to waste any more time in reconnecting your lips.

At first it was a little strange, his mouth on yours, but it wasn't in any way unpleasant. You found yourself, before long, snaking your arms around John's shoulders as you pulled him ever closer, your chests now flush as he tilted his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You hummed at the contact, but John had to pull away soon after to catch a breath, but he kept your chests flush so he could feel your heartbeat.

The contrast of kissing him knowing full well who he was still didn't change the respect in his movements, and the gentleness of his kisses.

When your eyes met again, you couldn't help but smile nervously at him, biting down on your lip as you noticed his cheeks glowed pink.

"Wow," you sighed.

"I'll say," he responded, one corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as the pad of his thumb drew invisible patterns from your cheekbone down your jaw.

That's when your smile began to fall slowly, and John noticed this as he was going to dive in for another kiss.

"What's the matter, Love?"

"... I think I like this too much. I think I like you too much," you said bluntly. The more you and John indulged in what you both physically wanted, the more you realized what you were putting on the line.

"... And is that a problem?" John asked you gently, and you raised your eyebrow, pulling away a little more from the embrace.

"It's a problem because this puts our friendship at risk, John. Every time our lips touch, the harder it is to look at you platonically."

"Then don't look at me platonically anymore," His suggestion was so effortless as you felt his other hand reach up to play with your hair.

"... I never expected tonight to go the way it did. But y/n, the more I think about a situation where it was anyone but me in that rocket with you, the more jealous I'm becoming... The more grateful I am that it was me, too."

John took another moment to bask in the silence before clearing his throat, and looking you right in the eyes.

"My eyes are wider than they've ever been before, and my mind is so clear. Why don't we try dating?" He suggested after a moment of deciding whether to ask in the first place.

"Dating?!" You paused. "John, if anything were to happen to what we have..."

"I know you're scared, y/n. So am I. But... I also believe this can be the beginning of something really great."

John let the hand in your hair drop to his shoulder where one of your hands rested. He gave your fingers a squeeze before he raised your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

"We already kind of go on dates, and now that kissing and hand holding is on the list of things we're comfortable with, we might as well just put a label on it."

John paused for a moment. "It's not like we have to scream it from the rooftops unless you wanted to. But... after tonight, it would be a treat to be able to walk around with my arm 'round your waist and proudly announce to the world that you're mine."

That comment of his made you bite back a toothy grin, but your red face really emphasized how his words made you feel. You were expecting a teasing jab from John, but, surprisingly, nothing came. Just hopeful eyes awaiting your response.

"If you're so confident we'll flourish romantically... then I'm with you, Johnny. We'll give it a go. But under one condition!"

John looked at you expectantly.

"You win me that damned stuffed animal tomorrow night, Lenny."

Now it was John's turn to grin, his arms curling around your body and pulling you into a warm embrace as he mumbled "deal" into your ear.

You were once again surrounded by leather, the crisp night air, the single dim beam of light from the streetlamp, and the faintest scent of whatever John's body wash was.

But most of all, you we're surrounded by young love.

You finally supposed that by the end of the night, you did end up leaving with a boyfriend, and telling John that you told him so.

You just had no clue you could kill two birds with one stone the way you had.

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A/A/N: I really hope you guys enjoyed this! I've had it in the works for LITERALLY four years now, and I am just SO glad it can be out in the world now.

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[nevesmose]

Nostraman Nature Sucks: An Attempted Lore Post

Ave dominus nox Night Lords fans. I thought I'd take some time to go through the various NL stories I have to hand and see what I could find out about the animals that lived on Nostramo. Might come in useful for something, who knows?

Sharks and Whales

As a child, on several coastal journeys with his father, he had witnessed the eyeless barrasal sharks that would group together to hunt the great whales of the open ocean. (Night Lords Trilogy)

His voice filters into something savage and predatory, as hungry as the eyeless white sharks of Nostramo’s blackest depths. (The Long Night)

Not a big surprise since they talk about them fairly often and have the Space Sharks as a successor chapter but Nostramo does have sharks. Pretty gnarly-sounding sharks if I'm honest.

I didn't know what "barrasal" meant, so I looked it up and only found one thread on r/40klore that had the same quote in it as above. Hmm.

Assuming it's not a typo or a more straightforward reference to something I'm just not getting, I'd venture a guess that barrasal, understood here to mean of or relating to "barras" like with "abyssal" could be connected to the French Revolutionary leader Paul Barras who is mostly remembered for supporting Napoleon's rise to power before being overthrown by him.

So maybe the older barrasal sharks will make use of younger ones as temporary hunting partners only to be inevitably betrayed and consumed by them. Sounds about right I think.

As for the whales, where do I even begin? I would imagine they're "whales" in name only like in Dishonored:

This does imply the possible existence of a whaling industry at some stage in Nostramo's history, though.

Crows

Jago reached into his pockets, offering a handful of breadcrumbs. Come, he said to the crows. Food for tonight. Flesh, flesh, flesh, they called back. He laughed as several of the black birds landed on his shoulders and outstretched arm. (Prince Of Crows)

‘Yes. I’ve seen them in books. Is a crow a type of bird?’ ‘Black of feather and dark of eye. It feeds on the bodies of the dead, and sings in a raw, croaking caw.’ (TLN)

Breaking news - legion that keeps referring to crows in shocking has crows on its homeworld scandal. "This is outrageous," said local Nostraman cutpurse and skin disease enthusiast Verxaglryn Quickstabber, "here we are trying to make a good name for Nostramo as a respectable hellhole, a place you'd be proud to exile your worst enemy to, and yet we're surrounded by some of the most intelligent and curious birds in existence. I was shanking someone in a back alley the other night and suddenly I saw a crow learning how to use rudimentary tools! Not on my watch, I said to the rapidly cooling body, and I threw my shiv at it. But it just flew away." At this point Mr Quickstabber was obliged to end the interview due to having been eviscerated by the Night Haunter.

I know their communication with Sevatar is happening in a dream but I really like the idea of the crows adapting to Nostramo by developing some kind of psychic hive mind that's also able to be understood by human psykers.

Crag Cougars

A beast of my home world. When next you see one of the Atramentar, look to their shoulder guards. The roaring lions on their pauldrons are what we called crag cougars on Nostramo. It was considered a mark of wealth for gang bosses to be able to leave the cities and hunt such creatures. (NLT)

Every single one of them is Scar from the Lion King, isn't it? An interesting hint about Nostramo's geography though, of which more later.

Rats

Groundcars whisked by, headlights brighter than deep-hive rats’ eyes, the occupants snug and safe behind armoured glass. (Konrad Curze: The Night Haunter)

No surprises here either. Where there's people there's rats after all.

Something with tusks?

The older Astartes grinned, wolf-like and keen, as the Atramentar either side of the Exalted’s throne growled through their tusked helms. (NLT)

This isn't that conclusive because a lot of Chaos Terminators have tusks no matter what legion they are, but Nostramo being Nostramo they probably belonged to a species of giant carnivorous mammoth that ate babies and sprayed acid from its trunk.

Cows? On My Sunless World?

‘They are still of standard human stock, and not to be mourned. What does it matter if the cattle fear the herdsman?’ hissed Krukesh the Pale. (KC:TNH)

This one's a real reach on my part as it's very likely just a turn of phrase, but I noticed it because wouldn't it be slightly more typical to use a sheep metaphor here? Plus it supports the existence of Nostraman cowboys/ranchers/vaqueros which is fun.

No bats?

His helmet bore a new, spread batwing crest in blatant imitation of Sevatar’s own. (A Safe and Shadowed Place)

A sole space was neat: a circle around an iron lectern fashioned in the form of a bat’s outflung wings, which carried a heavy book bound in human skin. (KC:TNH)

Although they appear a lot in the VIII legion's iconography and artwork, oddly enough I wasn't actually able to find a direct reference to Nostramo itself having bats. Let's cover my ass by saying this aspect might therefore have been brought in by the legion's Terran component instead.

Some Nostraman geography

The Hill Folk lived away from the cities, eking out an existence in the mountains. (NLT)

What's worse than living in a Nostraman city? Living on a Nostraman hill, apparently. This seems to just be an idea of ADB's that doesn't come up again but I've always found it quite interesting. Were the Hill Folk as scummy as the City Folk, just with more of a down-home Dukes of Hazzard vibe? Seems likely.

This also supports the idea of Nostramo not being completely urbanised like some Hive Worlds are. In my view its continents might have had a geographical layout a bit like Italy or Scotland where the cities are mainly on the flatter coasts with a more sparsely populated hilly/mountainous interior.

What else? (This part is just me making stuff up so feel free to ignore it. I'm not ADB, I'm not even ADB's hat.)

If the rest of Nostramo's marine life is anything like the sharks and whales then it's fucking terrifying. I would imagine, because it's funny, that a lot of Nostraman food features disgusting industrially-processed fish in some way or another. Like the food in Dishonored but even worse.

Is something wrong, dearest offworld husband? You haven't touched your stale bread, whalemeat and jellied eels.

Since all life on Nostramo seems to be comically carnivorous and aggressive, it would make sense in a 40K kind of way for there to be giant predatory penguins living at one or both of its poles. A bit like the monstrous blind albino penguins HP Lovecraft wrote about.

Last known infrared pict-capture of an early Nostraman settler attempting communication with a juvenile specimen of the native penguin species. There were no survivors.

[fantastic-nonsense]

honestly I think if you complain about Star Wars focusing too much on the Skywalkers because "the galaxy is bigger than one family" and "not everything has to be connected" you have fundamentally missed the point George Lucas was trying to make with the original movies.

Star Wars is VERY deliberately an optimistic, cyclical, and myth-based family drama structured around a single family's story, and that purposefully generational story is the story George Lucas saw as the core point and purpose of Star Wars:

“It’s the missing link,” Lucas says. “Once it’s there, it’s a complete work, and I’m proud of that. I do see it, tonality-wise, as two trilogies. But they do, together, form one epic of fathers and sons.” [x] The first three movies had all kinds of issues. [Disney] looked at the stories and they said we want to make something for the fans. So I said all I want to do is tell the story of what happened. You know, it started here and it went there. It's all about generations and it's about, you know, the issues of fathers and sons and grandfathers; it's a family soap opera. I mean, ultimately. We call it a space opera, but people don't realize it's actually a soap opera. And it's all about family problems — it's not about spaceships. [x]

He also wrote Star Wars for the express purpose of attempting to teach people that everything is interconnected and everything we do has an impact that resonates beyond our own lives:

Paul Duncan: "It takes a lot of people to build the ark." George Lucas: "Yeah. And it needs to be done through reason, love, and compassion, not through force. The films are trying to stress the idea that everything is interconnected. I like to make movies that are complex, but it's not obvious to people unless they start digging into it. Most people don't realize it and can't grasp the whole entity because they're focusing on four or five pieces out of 200, and often they don't want to hear about the other pieces because it requires additional thought and ideas outsides of the films. There are cycles and cycles in the story and the characters throughout all six episodes. There are cycles of the same thing being repeated over and over with different groups of people, and the outcomes change because the characters have grown or changed over the story. The repitition shows the characters' development. [x]

GEORGE LUCAS: At some point you do have to become an independent person. And it’s about learning to let go of your — your needs, so to speak, and — and think of the needs of others. BILL MOYERS: So “Star Wars” is — yes, it’s about cosmic, galactic, epic struggles, but it’s at heart about a family. The large myth set in a local family. GEORGE LUCAS: Well, in most — most myths center around characters and — and a hero, and it’s — it’s about how you — how you conduct yourself as you go through the hero’s journey, which everyone goes through. It’s especially relevant when you go through this transition phase. Most societies it’s when you’re 13 or 14. In our society it’s sort of 18 to 22, somewhere in there, that you must let go of your past and must, you know, embrace your future and — and in your own self, by yourself, figure out what it is — what — what path you’re going to go down........... .......BILL MOYERS: And what do stories do for us in that sense? What do myths... GEORGE LUCAS: They try to show us our place. Myths help you to have your own hero’s journey, find your individuality, find your place in the world, but hopefully remind you that you’re part of a whole, and that you must also be part of the community, and — and think of the welfare of the community above the welfare of yourself. [x]

Lucas structured this tale in two ways: through Anakin's deconstructed hero's journey (in the form of a Greek tragedy) and Luke's straightforward hero's journey (culminating with Anakin's redemption) and showing us how this one family's multi-generational story had a huge impact that went beyond their own lives and echoed throughout the galaxy. That was the point!

While there are plenty of other stories not centered on the Skywalkers that can and should be told within the universe, ultimately people need to keep in mind that Lucas was not shy about his intentions in making the movies: he WANTED to write a straightforward retelling of "old stories," and he wanted to do it through the lens of a personal family narrative.

All of the Star Wars material that focuses on non-Skywalkers (which has ALWAYS been around, Rogue One and TLJ and The Mandalorian and Andor and etc etc etc were NOT the first ones to do that) is great, but it's a bonus! An add-on to the core story and point of the franchise! It's not that they're unimportant, because they're not, but at some point it should stop surprising people when the Skywalkers and/or the events of the original six movies get referenced or utilized.

It just bothers me when I hear these complaints because like...if you don't like the Skywalkers, why do you even watch Star Wars? None of those other stories would exist without them! Please just go enjoy another sci-fi franchise and stop complaining that the main characters of Star Wars are being focused on or are popping up in places it makes total sense for them to be!

[k-germsworld]

Vacation

Sowon x M!reader

Double penetration

1.6k words

One day, Sowon goes on a trip to Thailand to relax. But in fact, she wanted to come to Thailand to see if she could find any special event there.

When Sowon arrived in Thailand, she hurried to take a taxi to the hotel. When you come to a tropical country, you must swim to cool off the heat. So Sowon changed into her swimsuit.

Sowon took photos of her most beautiful moments while sitting under a sun lounger by the pool. A man sitting on the side saw this beautiful woman and wanted to strike up a conversation, but he looked carefully and found that she was Sowon. The boy shyly tried to say hello to Sowon. "Hi, Sowon ssi. I'm Paul from Malaysia. I've been supporting you since you were Gfriend. By the way, are you traveling alone?" Sowon also replied politely to Paul. "Thank you for your support. Yes, I am traveling by myself, how about you?" "I am traveling with a friend of mine." Sowon nodded with a smile. Sowon kept his eyes on Paul's figure and his slightly bulging trousers. Sowon noticed Paul's pants and noticed that Paul was starting to get an erection. Sowon knew that Paul had an erection because of her. After a simple conversation, Sowon would like to invite Paul to her room tonight for a meal and chat. Just when Paul wanted to agree, Paul's friend came over.

"Hey Shawn, I'm here," Paul said to his friend. Shawn walked in their direction. Paul introduced each other to each other, but Shawn didn't listen to what Paul was saying at all, he only heard this beautiful woman named Sowon. Because the moment Shawn saw Sowon, his eyes began to squint at Sowon's Body. Sowon didn't mind Shawn looking at her body, because Sowon was also looking at Shawn's body. Sowon looked at Shawn's figure up and down, and told Paul that he could also bring his friends over to have a meal and chat tonight. Just after Paul shyly agreed to Sowon's invitation, Sowon left.

"Eh.... Paul, Sowon is so beautiful and has such a hot body!! If I could, I would love to know how horny Sowon would be in bed. I really want to fuck Sowon!!! Don't you want to, Paul?" Shawn Said.

"Don't talk nonsense, she is an idol, not just someone casually." Paul retorted. Not long after the two quarrelled, the time also ushered in the evening.

In the evening

"Ding dong..." The doorbell at the door of the hotel room rang. As soon as she opened the door, the beautiful Sowon stood in front of them. Sowon is wearing sexy black lace lingerie. The sexy lingerie showed Sowon's body very sexy, and the lingerie held up Sowon's tits very big, and it also made Sowon's feet very long.

Sowon woke up the two who were fascinated by her figure, "Have you seen enough? Come in!"

After being reminded by Sowon, the two men who came back to their senses followed Sowon's footsteps and entered the room. Entering the room, Paul observes the whole room, which is very beautiful and bigger than the room he booked himself. Shawn didn't care how beautiful this room was, because the most beautiful thing for Shawn was Sowon. Shawn's eyes never left Sowon after he stepped into the room. Shawn kept looking at Sowon's ass shaking from walking and her beautiful long legs. It can be said that Shawn's mind is now thinking about how to fuck Sowon.

Although Sowon invited them to her room to have dinner and chat together, Paul noticed that there was no food on the table. Just when Paul wanted to ask, Sowon said, "Do you want to fuck me?" Paul was startled by Sowon's words. Paul doesn't want to fuck Sowon out of respect since he's always been a Sowon fan. Instead, Shawn couldn't wait to take off his pants, because he wanted to fuck Sowon from the moment he saw Sowon in the morning. Right now for Shawn.

Paul has been trying to stop Shawn from doing this, but Shawn is already trapped in Sowon's body. Shawn's hands went from tits to waist, and from waist to pussy. Shawn's cock hardened as he touched Sowon. Of course Sowon didn't miss the chance, and Sowon's hand started to touch Shawn's fully erect cock.Sowon's slender fingers touched his thick cock, and Shawn felt great. Afterwards, Sowon knelt down and started giving Shawn a blowjob.

When Paul watched Sowon blowjob Shawn, Paul's cock was already erect, but because he liked Sowon so much, he didn't feel any lust at all. Shawn saw that Paul was still in a daze, so he brought Sowon to Paul. Sowon also wisely took off Paul's pants. Paul's fully erect cock was displayed in front of Sowon. Sowon took Paul's cock in his mouth without hesitation. And Shawn watched Sowon's mouth already blowjob Paul, so he thrust his cock into Sowon's pussy from behind. Now two men are stuffing both of Sowon's holes. Since Shawn just wanted to fuck Sowon, when he fucked her hole, he thrust very hard, causing Sowon to make frequent lustful moans while sucking Paul. With Paul's lewd eyes and sexy moans as he watched Sowon suck him, Paul couldn't care less about respect. Paul's sensuality completely overwhelmed his rationality now, and he started fucking Sowon too. Paul put his hand on Sowon's head and began to move his cock back and forth to thrust Sowon's mouth. Paul also finally experienced Sowon's powerful blowjob skills.

Sowon looked at Shawn who was masturbating, she motioned for Shawn to come over to her side. After Shawn heard this, he walked up to Sowon. Sowon kissed Shawn and started to help Shawn masturbate. Sowon is now sandwiched between two men, Shawn kissing her in the front and her hand helping Shawn masturbating; Paul in the back is fucking Sowon for his final sprint, and his hand is still in the touching Sowon's tits. After Paul fucks a few more times, he cums a lot of cum in Sowon's pussy. After Paul got his cock out of Sowon's pussy, Shawn quickly pushed Sowon onto the bed. They were still kissing passionately. Shawn put Sowon's legs on his shoulders to get better access to Sowon's G-spot. Every thrust of Shawn can hit Sowon's G-spot, which makes Sowon feel very good.

Shawn felt Sowon's pussy was so tight while fucking Sowon, causing him to cum inside Sowon not long after. Sowon wanted to stop Shawn from cumming inside, but his mouth was fucked by Paul's cock, so he couldn't stop him in time. After Shawn cums for the first time, he sits on the bed and rests. After Paul also stopped fucking her mouth, he walked behind Sowon and put his dick into her pussy from behind. Since Shawn had just creampied Sowon, Sowon's pussy was filled with Shawn's hot semen. And the hot cum made Sowon's pussy extra wet, so it was very easy for Paul to thrust deep inside.

Paul's restless hand began to touch Sowon's very hot body until he touched Sowon's tits. Paul freed Sowon's tits from the constraints of her pajamas. Paul's hands kept ravaging Sowon's tits and teasing Sowon's nipples. Paul's frenzied behavior got Shawn's cock hard again when he should have been tired. Shawn masturbates while watching his friend fuck Sowon. Sowon moaned loudly with every thrust of Paul's.

And Paul didn't just sit around and wait any longer, he put Sowon's hand on his cock and let Sowon stroke Paul's dick. Soon, Sowon squirted. Shawn stopped thrusting and let Sowon completely shoot out her squirts. Sowon's squirt drenches the hotel bed and Shawn's cock unsurprisingly holds Sowon's squirt. Both Shawn and Paul started putting the cock in front of Sowon. Sowon also gave them both blowjobs without any fatigue. Shawn's cock was full of Sowon's urine smell. Although Sowon was a little concerned at first, she didn't mind so much after giving Shawn a blowjob. While Sowon is giving a blowjob with her mouth, she'll be touching the other's cock with her hand. Sowon is so skillful making both of them want to cum very quickly. Before long, Paul and Shawn are about to cum, and they start taking where they want to cum. Paul aimed his cock at Sowon's horny face and stroked it quickly. Finally, a load of cum shot from Paul's cock onto Sowon's face. Shawn, on the other hand, aimed at Sowon's body. Shawn cummed so much that in addition to Sowon's body, even Sowon's tits had Shawn's cum. Sowon licked both of their cocks clean to repay them both for giving her so much cum. Although it was said to help lick it clean, Sowon got them to cum again. This time both of them cum in Sowon's mouth.

The two of them fucked Sowon all night and both of them cummed 4 times or more. Sowon lay limp on the bed, while Paul and Shawn had already returned to their room. Sowon's body was covered with their semen, and a lot of semen flowed out of her pussy. There was also a little semen coming out of the corner of the mouth. If you smell Sowon carefully, you will smell the sweat and semen all over Sowon.

[knuiui]

╮TWST Boys feat. "What's your perfume type? "

where celebrity!reader was stopped on the red carpet to answer the question "What's your perfume type?" — and twst boys reaction of it ♡

Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore |Ignihyde | Diasomnia | RSA +

╰ YOU ♡

congratulations! you're a celebrity, the most famous star in twisted wonderland! you have fans who're willing to kneel just for you. your fandom is known as the most dedicated and loyal to you ever since you began your career as an actress, some of them maybe high standing as well. it's quite hard being a magic less human dropped from another world but you could only make do with what you got, so you made use of your talent in order to become an actor!

walking down the red carpet you are stopped by a lady, you recognize her as a twistoker that does those "What's your perfume type?" thing with celebrities.

She approached you and smiled, "Hi Y/n! can I get a little of your time? " she enthusiastically asked, you smiled back and told her her outfit looked so pretty and said yes.

════ “ What's your perfume? ”

Burberry, HER

Carolina Herrera, GOOD GIRL

Dior, HYPNOTIC POISON

"now for the awaited question," you laugh at the suspense. "What's your perfume type?"

you giggle like a school girl thinking about a certain someone, specifically his smell.

you answered, "▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓"

╚ NRC STAFF ☆ (aka your dads)

╰ Dire Crowley

deadbeat crow dad. but seriously when you first arrived he did come off as careless and lazy especially since his always off somewhere instead of disciplining his students he still is. but after your rise as an actress he started to favor you more, and by that I mean giving you less duties than yuu only because you bring some fame to the school it's okay tho you can just casually snatch his credit card for some retail therapy.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Jean Paul Gautier, LE MALE PARFUM

╰ DIVUS CREWEL

he was not the step parent but he is the parent that STEPPED UP. your actual dad fr. he adopted you legally one week after you've been transported to twisted wonderland, you're name is officially part of his mother's family records 'The De Vil's'. absolutely adores that you're pursuing something you love and nurturing your talent, he bought you multiple screenplay scripts to practice for your first audition. honey, best believe your always that one celebrity that knows the dress code and IS the dress code at red carpet. all of them are vintage 'house of de vil' archival pieces of course ;) . girl dad fr

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Dior, SUAVAGE

╰ MOZUS TREIN

old man. another girl dad that was blessed with three sons unfortunately. he was the one that actually noticed your skill in acting, he brought it up casually to crewel who was very ecstatic of your talent. wished he would've been the one to adopt you first. he prefers to be laid back in his support of you, choosing to watch your movies and shows in his home with his sons and lucius rather than attend multiple movie premiere his back needs some rest too.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Tom Ford, BLACK ORCHID

╰ ASHTON VARGAS

always been enthusiastic of you since your arrival at twisted wonderland. you're always his favorite even in classes, you get to only do five rings of broom riding then you can rest on the bench while the others perish. after you became an actress he always attends your movie premiere alongside sam, both cheer for you as you walk like the dads that they are. who needs tons of bodyguard if you have him? he's a one man army himself after all. definitely punched a guy that talked rudely about you on red carpet he got banned from that place. overall he's just a proud papa.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Ralph Lauren, POLO RED

╰ MR. SAM

another proud papa. cheers you up when you have no motivation on practicing for auditions. he's the only person aside from crewel that encouraged you to pursue acting. always is and always will be your biggest cheerleader. legit brings pom poms to the movie premieres you have just to cheer your name, he likes it when you laugh at his antics because he gets to see you genuinely smile. definitely burns sages to keep negative energies away from you on auditions. you always go to him because his good at cooperating and for the jellybeans he gives you after you complete a scene. definitely offered at one point to hex a hater of yours that is getting a little bit too open about their hate about you, you said no, doesn't stop him from carrying it on in secret tho.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Viktor & Rolf - GOOD FORTUNE (it's a women's perfume but he wears it because it was given by you.

Bonus..

╰ YUUKEN ENMA

was dropped on twisted wonderland alongside you. supported your acting career since the very moment you said you'll become an actress he's your number one fan. stayed behind to wait in NRC cause he's a guy ofc, often waits for you outside your audition buildings he likes to think he's one of those bfs that waits outside the rest room for their girlfriend to come back. you often bring him along on set if it's allowed and ppl often mistake him for a model or an athlete, he has a cameo in one of your movies too!

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Hugo, BOSS

╰ GRIM

he's a bit stinky. since yk y'all met him in the fantastically ruined dorm of ramshackle after all. okay maybe not. but he definitely avoids bath to the point yuu has to chase him all around the campus. basically your stinky child that won't let go of your legs once you visit ramshackle. he insists you take him with you on set and you always refused, yuu only got to go that one time because grim was stuck on crewel's office as punishment for breaking 22 vials of potions. when you do come home, you often bring him some blueberry pancakes from this one bakery down the street from your set. guess his scent adapts to whatever he always eats.

════ “ What's his perfume? ”

Blueberry Pancakes

[sanjisblackasswife]

Hi Timi! I don’t know if you’re request are open and if they’re not then please ignore this! Could I get your thoughts on the monster trio and their music taste please? Also I’m jealous of your set up I want it 😭

A/N: Awe:) Thank u smm :))))❣️ Enjoy!

𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕠’𝕤 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖

Ft. Luffy, Sanji, Zoro

CW: None, Sanji is implied to be in a established relationship (or u can view it as him having a crush on you), Also im not a music expert I listen to the same three songs every single day🧍🏾‍♀️, All opinions too so dont fuckin try and add your own or correct mine make ur own damn post abt it

Luffy

Luffy isn’t biased about much so I doubt he’d be biased about music. His playlist can go from Avril Lavenge to friggin Tupac to it doesn’t really matter, it’s always on shuffle too when he listens

A LOT of Eminem (Moreso his Slim Shady Era). Bro really gets hype when he listens to him. Knows the words VERY quickly.

Knuck if You Buck🧍🏾‍♀️….just….don’t ask..just know ..if he plays that song he about to get ignorant.

Missy Elliot. Loves Missy Elliot, loves her songs, style, everything.

Kinda unrelated but he has a celeb crush on Sade and Lauryn Hill. Which he also listens too.

He does love Nicki Minaj. He is a fan, he likes her 2013-16 era the most

Blast Cardi B mostly because Zoro doesn’t like her

MJ LOVEEERRRRRRRRRRRR Absolutely loves “Thriller”, “They Dont Care About Us”, and “Smooth Criminal”🧍🏾‍♀️

Plays alotta krunk songs to battle against Usopp🧍🏾‍♀️

Also he likes alotta ignorant ass TikTok audios: i.e “Island boy”

Mf be walking around the sunny like

“CUZ IM AN ISLAND BOY🗣️ JUST TRY TO MAKE ITTT ITTTTT!”

also

also

“GIRL WHERE YA GOIN”

and here go Usopp: “HMMMM YAAAA BRING DAT ASS BACK HERE”

and here go Chopper because he wanna be included: “HMMM 🅰️🅰️🅰️!”

🧍🏾‍♀️

BUT SEAN PAUL IS HIS MF GO TO. If you dance with him to any of his songs be prepared for Luffy to grind against you…it’s so attractive when he sings the song because his accent peaks through

Sanji

Very old school R&B, classical guy.

He also loves a few Megan the Stallion Songs

Another hardcore MJ fan, plays a lot during the evening

Another song he loves is Jealous by Labrinth. It’s something he usually plays when he is on the deck smoking and thinking.

Same with Jorja Smith he loves her songs as well

If you can catch it, while Sanji is cooking you can sometimes hear him sing Love Story by Indlia and it’s the prettiest voice you’ll ever hear.

He also plays songs like Tadow and Infruanami. They’re his new faves.

Will play them old school songs like Just The Two of Us and some Al Green

He has such an old soul😭

He really plays them because they remind him of you, but three songs that reminds him of you (besides all of ‘em) are Easily by Bruno Major, Dark Red by Steve Lacy, and Not Around by Nova

Also loves Teynna Taylor and Rihanna sm

A “guilty pleasure” song he loves to hear is that one song that go like “my neck my back lick my 🐱 and my crack”🧍🏾‍♀️

and yes he made you a playlist

also yes he has a playlist for when he has sex (it’s really good actually)

Zoro

“IM THE PREDATOR—-“

I’m sorry.

Just kidding.

Eh. Zoro just hates Cardi B songs.

Dont ask why he just does they irritate him.

Anyways ummmmmm he listens to chill lo-fi. He does he is a very simple guy. There are a few Lauryn Hill songs he vibes too, a few very chill R&B

I actually don’t see him listening to anything very loud like rock music or anything. If he is ganna listen to music while working out he needs to be as focused and relaxed as he can.

Somehow always finds THE BEST underground jazz/R&B artist???

Like his playlist is SO interesting and filled with hidden gems

He like SZA on the low

Luffy put him on

Vibes to Brent Faiyaz when he is just chilling cleaning his swords

He doesn’t listen to music much in the first place but it’s cute to hear him mutter the songs to himself when he does.

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Freaky Fred

(WARNING! This analysis is... NAUGHTY!)

Hello dear reader, this is Fred.

You hear the words that are in his head.

To Courage the dog he is a threat,

because he’s very… naughty.

In Courage the Cowardly Dog, you see,

Fred appeared and definitely

left a mark on you and me

by being very... naughty.

So let's take a look at this creepy man,

and hopefully you'll understand

why this guy has garnered tons of fans

despite him being... naughty.

Motivation/Goals:

Fred’s a man of simple needs.

He wants to cut hair, indeed!

And his efforts would likely succeed

if he weren’t so… naughty.

He has a compulsion, you know.

He sees hair and it’s time to go!

And so he spends the\is episode of the show

being very naughty.

Performance: Paul Schoeffler is the man, you know!

He voiced Le Quack, Katz and Big Toe!

The Cajun Fox, Zalost, the Snowman, oh,

he played characters who were… naughty.

He was quite good at what he had to do,

even playing Dr. Vindaloo!

And he played our boy Fred, it’s true,

with a performance that was… quite naughty.

Final Fate: After shaving Courage’s hair,

the orderlies escort him out of there.

One could argue the ending’s unfair.

Fred was only… a little naughty.

Evilness: Is Fred evil? Who can say?

I certainly don’t see him that way.

Really, at the end of the day,

the worst you can call him is… naughty.

He shaves off hair against people’s will

because it gives him perverted thrills.

He doesn’t maim or harm or kill,

he’s genuinely just naughty.

So I suppose a 1.5/10’s the score.

I can’t really justify much more.

He’s not cruel or deadly to the core,

he’s a weird guy who’s naughty.

Best Quote: The opening lines of his sole appearance of course,

which he delivers with no remorse

as he outlines his action’s course

and explains that he is… NAUGHTY:

“Hello, new friend. My name is Fred.

The words you hear are in my head.

I say, I said my name is Fred,

and I've been... very naughty.”

Final Thoughts & Score: Alright, time to drop the rhyming act so I can actually really talk about Fred. And boy, is he ever interesting to talk about! Courage is really a cavalcade of amazing one-shot antagonists, but Fred is easily one of the best and most memorable.

A huge part of that is probably down to his single appearance being narrated from his point of view. He’s the rare Courage villain that gives us explicit insight to his thought process and why he does what he does, and what he does is… extremely strange and even suggestive. His compulsion is so strange and how he narrates it and refers to his actions really build him up to feel worse and creepier than he actually is. He’s not trying to hurt Courage in any way, he’s just trying to exercise his bizarre fetish like a G-rated Yoshikage Kira. There's a lot of ways you could read into this compulsion, but t really does make him stand out as a character due to how unique it is and how it's implemented into the story.

I think what also helps is Schoeffler giving one of his best performances on the show. Like yes, Katz and Le Quack are great, and Vindaloo is a funny meme man, but Fred is just a truly iconic character with such a bombastic and sophisticated narration that I really think he’s a contender for the best character the man played. On top of that we have a fantastic design, with his crazy hair and way-too-wide grin; literally every aspect of this guy is perfect.

But at the end of it all, you have to remember that Fred isn’t actually evil, no matter how much he seems to insist he is. At worst, he’s an anti-villain, and even then it’s in name only; the dude is just a freaky weirdo who looks like Betelgeuse and has a strange fetish he can’t help but act out on, and at worst his actions are annoying and inconvenient as opposed to horribly destructive or deadly. Like, oh no, your hair’s gone! It’ll grow back, whatever. He may be Sweeney Todd for kids, but this barber ain’t a demon; he’s just a fucking weirdo. And I love him for it.

A 9.5/10 is the score he gets,

A memorable antagonist, one of the best.

His narration will never leave your head,

and isn’t that just…

NAUGHTY?

[not-that-syndrigast]

F2 is not F1 and people need to start realizing it.

I see it again and again, people trying to judge things that happen in F2 by the measurements in F1 and i understand that the official titles and descriptions are misleading many fans into believing they are the exact same but they are not so here is a small explanation;

What is the goal in F1? Obviously, winning titles, both drivers championship and constructor championship. How do you achieve that? Build the fastest car, get the best drivers, and make the most points. Now what's the goal in F2? You’d think it's winning the title, but actually it's showing off skill and attracting F1 teams. How do you do that? Again, you’d think you would win and get the most points, but that hasn’t been the focus in years, today it's showing off your skill.

But shouldn't skill translate to wins? Well, technically yes, but there's two more huge differences between F1 and F2. First of all, the drivers are younger, they are more reckless and crash more often. The drivers DNF a lot more and oftentimes they are not at fault but they don't get points, also there's things like the reverse grid which are active tools so drivers can show off their overtaking skills too. 

More importantly though, is the fact that F2 is a spec series while F1 is also an engineering contest. For explanatory reasons; in F2 every driver has the same base car, the teams can change set-up and such things but generally the cars perform very similarly. There's still some performance differences because certain teams work better with the cars but it's not comparable to F1, where every team more or less builds their own car.

Now here is the point where a lot of people misunderstand the use of F2; F1 teams look at F2 drivers and choose who they want for their teams and this year, Oliver Bearman and Kimi Antonelli are closely discussed while Paul Aron with more points is pretty much ignored. A lot of people expect the F2 champion to get an F1 seat, but in this year, even if he makes less points, Antonelli is proving himself to be a world class driver with overtakes like this one. Antonelli suffered through, with multiple DNFs, getting involved in crashes and other things out of his hand, while Aron was very lucky, at least until Spa where we could see how even good drivers can get really unlucky. 

In the end, F1 teams know the best which driver is really good and which drivers fit their cars the best. They are observing the drivers in all the younger categories, so if Aron is really good enough for F1, a team will pick him up, but at the moment he doesn't show the results.

The same goes by the way for F3 

[ducktoonsfanart]

Happy birthday, Donald Duck! - 90th birthday of Donald Duck - Donald Duck through his periods and ages - Classic shorts, The Three Caballeros, Duck comics, Duck Avenger, Double Duck, Maui Mallard, Ducktales, Kingdom Hearts and Quack Pack - Duckverse - Duckverse in June - Week 1 - My version

Finally, that time has come, when the birthday of the best duck, Donald Duck, is celebrated. Yes, he's celebrating his 90th birthday this year and since he deserves all the special attention, I've drawn a set of all the versions of Donald Duck from his first appearance to today. By the way, found inspiration from this short: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=42DBCwvlxtg

I certainly found inspiration in my drawing and related to the versions of Donald's nephews, which you can see here: https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/699647636818509824/huey-dewey-and-louie-duck-triplets-mania-85th https://ducktoonsfanart.tumblr.com/post/714708689115906048/happy-birthday-huey-dewey-and-louie-duck-plus

On June 9, 1934, Donald Duck made his first appearance in a classic short called "The Wise Little Hen" by Silly Symphony and invented by Walt Disney to be reimagined and modernized by Carl Barks, Al Taliaferro, Jack King and Jack Hannah and other authors. In the beginning, a duck with a long beak and excellent trolling, but then he became a grumpy and jerk duck, and later a very family and friendly duck. Yes, Donald Duck describes each and every one of us here, because we all share similar personalities to Donald Duck. Donald Duck has appeared in many cartoons, comics, video games, at Disney parks, in books, as toys, and in many other various ways. Since there are so many versions, I decided to just draw my favorite and most important ones that shaped Donald as we know him today.

Yes, Donald Duck from Mickey Mouse Cartoons by Paul Rudish is holding a piece of cake, along with the first version of Donald Duck from "The Wise Little Hen" which is actually the first version of him. And there is the first prototype of the character Donald Duck (from 1931, appeared in the book "he Adventures of Mickey Mouse"), a baby Donald Duck with a red balloon (if anyone has seen the Quack Pack episode "Can't Take a Yolk" knows what it's about), there's also Donald Duck as a little boy (from Topolino and European comics like Paperino Paperetto), Donald Duck from the classic shorts, caballero Donald with a sombrero from Don Donald and The Three Caballeros, soldier Donald Duck (WW2 propaganda cartoons movies), Sailor Donald Duck (from OG Ducktales), Donald Duck from comics (Carl Barks, Don Rosa, Romano Scarpa, Carpi, Vicar, Van Horn, Martina, Cavazzano, Midthun, Marco Rota, Carlos Mota and other authors), Donald from Ducktales 2017, Donald Duck in Hawaiian Shirt from Quack Pack, Donald as Superhero Paperinik (Duck Avenger), Donald as Double Duck (Secret Agent), Donald as Maui Mallard (Ninja), Donald from Fantasia 2000, Donald as Wizard from Kingdom Hearts , Donald as Indiana Jones from Quackshot, Detective Donald Duck from European comics, Musketeer Donald Duck from The Three Caballeros, Super Caballero Donald from The Legend of The Three Caballeros and Donald as the villainous Duck of Doom (from the Quack Pack episode "The Really Mighty Ducks"). There are more, but not all of them would fit in one drawing, and I apologize. Also, Duck Avenger was invented on this day. Duck Avenger was created in 1969 in a comic book by Guido Martina and Giovanni Carpi (correct me about the name of the author) and since then Donald has been an avenger and later he will be a real superhero.

I hope you like this! I wish the best duck a happy 90th birthday! Feel free to like and reblog if you're a Donald Duck fan! Just don't use my same ideas without mentioning me, thanks!

Also this is meant for the Duckverse in June as Week 1, and for @duckversejune2024, @tokuvivor , @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield. Also this is meant for all of you as my gift especially for those who love Donald Duck the most! Happy birthday Donald Duck!

[yourfandomfriend]

La Vie en Rouge || IwtV Meta

I've really been getting into the second season of Interview with the Vampire. The first season was great, but there's just something about season two employing one of my favorite devices:

Paranoia!

Not only can fictional characters say one thing and do another, (something that never fails to baffle audiences) but once you establish that the audience is being deceived, they start to question everything...

Well, not everything.

** SPOILERS** for Interview with the Vampire, Season 2 **SPOILERS**

Theater of Lovers

So… extra disclaimer: while I've been a fan of the Vampire Chronicles since I started reading the books in the mid-90s (yes, I'm very old) I'm not what you'd call "down bad" for the shallow idea of godlike killers whose every move is too beautiful for words. Like Daniel, I have issues with abusive, predatory assholes having such good PR.

One of the other things I always found hard to swallow was the way everyone in the books embodied roleplay personas.

I almost always see some of this whenever fiction turns erotic: characters don't just roleplay in the bedroom, or even try to play that role in real life. They are their role. The guy who is dominant in the sack is dominant to the bone, every minute of every day. Not because he wants to be, or even because his partner wants it, but because someone else is watching.

Feels kinda like it's all to get us off. That the characters aren't abstractions of people, they aren't attracted to each other or have itches that need scratching. The story is just an excuse for kinky scenarios, so go ahead and beat off because it's all just porn.

And if that's true, then you don't want to ever scratch the surface and find out the cliches you project onto are more complex than you thought. That would kill your boner.

But I feel like most of us have far more... sophisticated boners. Porn is dandy for being porn and not much else, but a romantic story isn't interesting for me unless the characters feel like people. And you know what? People have their own fantasies, ones that have nothing to do with me. They like to be someone else sometimes. They like to pretend, to play.

So I've really enjoyed this departure from the source material with Louis and Armand's relationship. Not only do they enjoy roleplay, but it also isn't because they are those roles -- a strong, dominant master and a weak, submissive minion -- but because there's something in each's bottle that desperately needs uncorking.

Series!Louis didn't have the luxury of being himself in his mortal life, and so only let himself be completely vulnerable for the first time with his maker, his first love… and got broken for his trouble.

And his brother, Paul, walked off a roof after Louis said "I love you." So it makes sense that part of his fantasy with Armand is, "You can't hurt me."

Meanwhile, Armand's only truly happy memories were of worshipping his maker. Since then, he's been saddled with the insufferable duty of keeping the Paris coven jackals in line, something he feels he can't abandon (for reasons that aren't obvious).

But Armand doesn't have the emotional strength to endure the relentless isolation of tuning up that clown car for eternity so it's only natural that he'd seek to occasionally regress to a happier time, if only in the privacy of an intimate relationship.

The trouble here isn't with roleplay, but with the way Louis and Armand insist that their play is reality. Their costumes are their own clothes, they swear, and their lines are their own words.

But we've seen this version of Louis before. He explains from the jump, right when we begin the new interview, that he plays tough because he knows what happens to the weak. Armand, though, is a bit more of an unfolding mystery.

The Glass Cannon

So... anyone else get the impression that this show wants us to feel, at least subconsciously, that despite everything, Armand is a delicate rose amongst the dickweeds? No matter how many scenes of his treachery and ruthlessness pile up? Because it quietly builds a case across seasons one and two.

From the moment they met, Louis could sense Armand's ancient power. The power to squish him like a bug with a thought. And that could very well have been the way it ended for Louis.

When Armand warned Louis not to anger the coven, Louis assumed he was being threatened and humbly capitulated, calling him "Maître." But was corrected. "It's 'Armand' for you."

Armand's job at this point was to bring Louis into the fold, by force if necessary, or else eliminate him, but still allowed him to refuse, over and over. Even though he had Cladia as leverage, even though he could drive Louis into the ground like a tent peg. Even though the coven grew furious. Armand still followed him around. Courting a fly that it was his job to swat.

Later, as Louis continues to be haunted by the ghost of his maker, he tries to take a picture of Lestat. When he developed it, though, there was just an empty space where Lestat had seemed to stand. An empty space... But not an empty frame.

Later, Louis is showing his photos to a gallerist who singles out the Ghost Lestat portrait, seeing only Armand -- alone, out of focus, pushed to the edge of the frame by a subject who wasn't there -- and sees the secret truth of his soul. His fragility. But Louis insists he knows Armand and he's "anything but."

Against the wishes of the coven, Armand spared Louis' life, asking why "those with the most power are often the weakest?"

When Armand tells his backstory to Louis -- the slavery and abuse he endured as Arun, his maker loving him but whoring him out to his friends as Amadeo, and now the unwanted duty and power of ruling the Paris coven as Armand -- and he asks Louis, "who am I?"

Eventually, Louis answers him: "Arun." Is that the real answer? We don't know, but it's the most convenient answer. For Louis.

So Louis plays the aloof master and Armand plays the affectionate lapdog. All the while, it seems, Armand is scheming and manipulating in the background.

In the present, he insists that's not the case, that his role in "what happened in Paris" was a single act of cowardice, rather than him pulling the strings behind it all, and everything else was done on Louis' behalf.

But the audience has already caught him in three huge lies.

As I write these words, it's the Thursday before season two's penultimate episode. And I wonder, are those the only two choices before us? Trust Armand completely -- trust that he is ultimately good and loving and blameless -- or assume he's evil and lying about everything?

Are Good and Evil our only choices? Or is what is done for love something beyond both?

Under The Burning Sky

Another great change to the source material is Old!Daniel. Allowed to live out his life in the wake of a savage brush with death, "The Boy" from the first interview matures into a journalist in his seventies, wise and cynical, sore at being taken advantage of, embarrassed by the foolishness of his past, and uniquely able to deconstruct Louis' bullshit and call out plot holes, many that only exist due to the massive retcon between books one and two.

Some people assume he's there to mock the source material, and thus the people who love it, rather than to demonstrate character by provoking two (canonically) defensive liars into giving a more truthful interview, and admitting that there's not only trouble in paradise but that it might've become a parking lot in the interim.

The source material takes itself seriously, but that doesn't even last until the second book when Lestat takes the mic away and calls bullshit on everything that came before. So why can't Daniel flip this rock over early for our amusement without it being an insult to the Chronicles and their fans?

PS, I know a lot of people are pining for "Devil's Minion," the story of Armand becoming casually obsessed with young Daniel after Louis let him live, hunting him around the world, and the whole thing working out to them being in a relationship. And they've even made some compelling theories for Old!Daniel's memories of his ex-lover "Alice" actually being an altered memory of Armand.

But I don't know how to feel about that.

I guess it would be cool... A big reveal about Daniel's past, adding to the themes of the season, and a pairing that's true to canon while still being unexpected. But as much as I love Young!Daniel, as endearing as he is, I honestly prefer him as the backstory -- the dlc -- of the far more interesting character that is Old!Daniel.

And if there was going to be a meaningful relationship between them, Young!Daniel would be the status quo. We've been here before.

I would especially prefer to see how aging into a mature, strong-willed, paranoid crank who's seen it all and isn't mystified by the world of vampires would alter his dynamic with the chronically underhanded, theatrical, high-strung, (secretly fragile) Armand.

Thus, the only Daniel/Armand ship reveal I will accept is the "Hello, Again" fight from the end of Saving Silverman…