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For a moment, Minako turned away from the sight of her little ballet boy– now turned Eros seducing the room with each turn and sweep of his come-hither fingers. For the first time, and only briefly, she watched the gloved hands fall from Viktor’s face as he watched, rapt and unblinking. It was the impassive stare of a carnivore. 

She recognised it. She had seen it the day she had stepped forward to claim the title of principal dancer from her senior. The older woman had moved towards her to kiss her cheek, her hands gripping her shoulders a little too tight, her stare a little too cutting.

‘Fuck you if you think you could ever cast dirt on my legacy,’ it said. ‘Fuck you if you think you can best me.’ And there- there it is. The same cold terror that flickered in that hard gaze all those years ago, that had lanced through her own heart when she saw her own younger, prettier, sexier model enter through the dancing hall door years later – and that now stood sentinel in those cold blue eyes.

‘Oh God,’ it whispered. ‘What if you can.’

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Desire, jealousy, pride, love. I like to think Viktor’s a little more complicated than meets the eye.

Meddlesome Magical Cookies (Carlos/Reader)

Hi…. So I don’t know what to say other than I’m even deeper in this hole than I thought, so I found myself writing this and now I find myself posting it. I don’t know whether anyone could want any more of my rambling writing, but just let me know if you do, or if you have any ideas you’d like to suggest,

Summary: Mal’s revenge plot doesn’t go to plan, Carlos is the sweetest person in all of Auradon, you find the whole situation emotionally draining, and nobody deserved to pass Goodness 101 because they’re all evil masterminds.

***


Mal maintained that Carlos had it coming. That little shit had been ruining her and Ben’s dates all week for no apparent reason other than he was bored. She figured the least she could do would be cast a little teensy tiny spell on him in return. It was just your luck you got dragged into it.

Jay was an awesome person in your opinion, you hadn’t known him well a month ago, (hell it was only a week before that that you’d joined Auradon Prep in the first place), that was until you were paired together for a school project. You’d discovered he was a good guy and a great friend. It hadn’t mattered to you in the slightest who his parents were, and you had speedily become close friends with the Rotten Four, even declaring yourself their official parent after observing through their telling behaviour and rushed stories how awful their lives had been so far. You knew better than most that someone’s family had no effect on who or what they were, curtesy of your own parents.

You had been lifted out of school for the past week in order to visit Olympus and spend time with your parents (you really loved your parents, your Dad Hercules would relive you of your studies so you could spend the day together, and your Mother Meg would simply bail you out because she knew how much it sucked), and Jay had been nice enough to compile all the notes you needed. You were only annoyed at yourself that you’d forgotten to pick up the notes yesterday evening like you’d both planned and now had to drop by Saturday morning. It was comical really; how were you to know Mal had fed Carlos an altered batch of love potion cookies the night before, leaving adequate time for the spell to take effect by morning (it was a different recipe to the one she’d used on Ben, she had after all wanted different results). This one decreed whomever the affected saw first became the object of their unbridled affections. To put it simply, Carlos would fall in love with whoever he saw first that morning.

You knocked on the door.

You found yourself fidgeting as you waited, regretting not making more effort this morning, you didn’t care at all what Jay thought of your appearance, at least no more than anyone would care around their friends, but Carlos… Let’s just say you had a borderline unhealthy need for him to find you attractive. It was just, he always looked so goddamn attractive and his freckles were unfairly cute and his smile was lethally beautiful so you just, sort of hoped, that he might feel the same kind of way about you. Well. You thought that slim possibility was now nonexistent.

You knocked on the door again.

Jay, ever the heavy sleeper, didn’t emerge from underneath his mound of bedding. Carlos, ever the light sleeper, was unceremoniously awoken. He shuffled towards the door, opening it while rubbing his eyes and letting out the most adorable yawn fathomable.

“Hey Carlos- oh sorry, did I wake you?” You winced studying the boy’s sleepy disposition.

He watched your beautiful eyes scan his face, the concern for him in them making you all the more attractive. You were only wearing super causal clothes (in fact you’d slept in the shirt) but you looked incredible, mildly nervous at his prolonged silence and dark circles were visible under your eyes, but incredible nonetheless.

“Carlos? You okay there?”

He coughed. “Yeah. Yes, I am- I’m fine.”

You smirked dubiously. “You sound it,”

“So, uh, what can I do for you Y/n? I mean, how can I help?”

“I haven’t been here all week, and Jay had a bunch of notes to give me.” Your voice lilted at the end, the statement coming out as a bit more of a question as you peeked into the room.

“Well you can come in, if you- if you want? We can look for them, and, um, we can wake Jay up and make him help,”

“Awesome. Thanks Carlos.” He didn’t know whether his heart swelled at the smile of relief that spread across your face, or at the way you said his name. His heart always missed a beat when you spoke it, but now the effect seemed amplified somehow.

Your smile turned wicked at the sight of Jay soundly sleeping. You dropped your bag as quietly as you could on the floor, and crept forward. “Wake up Jay,” you exclaimed painfully loud, jumping on top of the slumbering boy.

The boy in question groaned loudly. “Y/n? Is that you?”

“Yeah, I’m really sorry I couldn’t resist.” You explained impishly.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s not a bad way to wake up.” Jay tugged down the duvet and grinned lewdly up at you, nodding at your straddled position over him.

You rolled your eyes at his innuendo, and moved to climb off of him when you heard a noise behind you.

Both you and Jay turned around curiously. “Carlos. Did you just, growl?” Jay asked disbelievingly.

“Don’t touch Y/n.” Carlos was stood with his fists clenched, his chest heaving and the rage practically rolled off him in waves.

“What did you just say? Did you just tell me not to touch Y/n?” Jay clarified bemusedly as you carefully slid off the bed.

The younger Isle boy didn’t cease to look distressed and you approached him, your confusion evident.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t-” He stopped, stretching his hand out towards you. You took it immediately and then Carlos had his arms wound around your waist, and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. What. You looked at Jay, who was trying not to laugh and failing miserably.

The boy currently wrapped around you let out a noise between a hum and a sigh, obviously contented. You felt his warm breath fan your exposed collarbone and you tried really really hard not to blush as red as Ariel’s hair.

“Carlos?” You questioned. No response. “Honey,” you implored, the word rolling off your tongue far smoothly than could be expected, and he finally lifted his head with a dopey smile. “Have you been feeling… weird lately? Maybe because you drank something, or you met someone strange?” Jay nodded his head at your assumption something unnatural had happened to Carlos to make him act this way. He looked thoughtful.

“He wasn’t like this yesterday,” Jay offered, his lips twitching unbidden. You knew why he was fighting a smile. You could practically feel Carlos staring at you intently (read: lovingly).

“Carlos what did you do last night?” You probed but it fell on deaf ears. Carlos had began to fiddle with your hair idly and yet again you resisted the compulsion to let a rosy blush consume you.

“I want more of Mal’s cookies.” Carlos murmured absently but with surprising determination.

You and Jay shared a look.

“Mal’s cookies?” You both said in perfect time together.

“They were really good,” The freckled boy muses, more to himself.

You conspire silently with the older VK yet again and know exactly what you have to do.

***

“Mal.” Nothing.

“Mal!” Nothing again.

“Mal, open the door right now or I swear to Hades I will-”

The door swung open.

“Jay it is a Saturday, what is wrong with you?”

“What did you do to Carlos?” Jay asks assertively, leaning against the door frame. Her smirk is delightedly cruel (some things never change) and she goes to answer him when she spies you. And Carlos. Who had refused to let go of your hand as you journeyed over there and now in addition held your waist and was he- Yes. He was now smelling your hair.

“Oh this is much better than I planned.” Mal sniggered, crossing her arms. “Hey Y/n.” You quirked an eyebrow. “Having fun?”

“Mal.” You said sternly ignoring Carlos’ breath which tickled your ear. This boy was going to be the death of you. “What the hell did you do to Carlos?”

“Well considering this turn of events, I’d say I’ve helped him act on his feelings.” You didn’t think to much on that, you weren’t sure you could handle that at 8:48 on a Saturday morning.

“Mal just tell us what you did.” Jay stood firm, crossing his arms and looking protectively over at you.

She sighed, “you’re no fun,” she strolled over to her bedside table, casual as you like and grabbed something from it. You all stepped into the room. “Here.” Mal tossed the item at Jay who caught it effortlessly.

“You didn’t.” He said upon seeing what it was.

“I didn’t. It’s a different recipe don’t worry.”

“What’s going on?” You asked.

The purple haired girl turned more somber as she caught onto how confused and unamused you were. “I’m honestly sorry you got pulled into it Y/n, I figured he’d see Jay and it would be really funny-” Mal actually looked kind of contrite and you squeezed her hand.

“Just tell me what you did,”

“I gave Carlos a love potion. One that worked by making him fall in love with whoever he saw first this morning.” Her face was mostly impassive but her eyes looked worried. Auradon was fast giving her a new moral code.

“Love potion?” Carlos himself questioned, his grip on you tightening.

“Why?” Jay queried.

“He’s been messing up my dates with Ben all week. For no reason. I thought this would get him to lay off,”

“Can you make an antidote?” You interjected trying not to seem too upset. It wasn’t because Carlos was now in love with you, that was pretty much a dream come true, but you wished it wasn’t induced by a potion and spell.

“Sorry, you kind of have to let it run its course,”

“And how long will that be?”

“I’ve no idea,” You glared at her. “Whoops?” She tried.

“You’re so lucky I love you.”

***

It had been a week. And you were an awful person. A truly reprehensible excuse of a hero and you parents should be ashamed. Why? Because you had loved it.

Carlos pretty much hadn’t left your side. He had arrived outside your room every school day at 8AM, accompanied by some kind of breakfast treat he’d been persuaded into buying at the bakery and, obviously, Dude. You had established a routine of him being adamant you couldn’t pay him back, and you trying to outwit him and sneak him the money at some point in the day. He always won (thievery and its trappings had been Jay’s speciality sure, but that didn’t mean Carlos was bad at it) and you always pretended like it wasn’t adorable.

He walked with you to every class and tried to meet you after every one concluded. On the few occasions he hadn’t been waiting for you when you got out, you only had to listen for thudding footsteps and know he was racing to arrive before your lesson ended and hadn’t quite succeeded.

He was glued to your side at lunch, and you were required to taste every single item on his plate to affirm it’s deliciousness, even when you had food yourself (“mines better, just try it”). Even in general he was very big on sharing things with you and didn’t care about displaying his affection for you in public. Thankfully, that eased up after the first day otherwise you would have gone round the whole time looking like a tomato.

Your friends thought the whole thing was hilarious. Evie would constantly coo and remark on how cute a couple you were which would have Carlos grinning like a fool and you shooting her deadpan looks. Jay was amused by the whole affair and hadn’t stopped teasing you for even a second. Ben (arguably your closest friend) was at once concerned about Mal using disruptive magic, confused by the strange dynamic, and oddly smug in his insinuations that hinted he knew how this would pan out. Lonnie and Jane had reactions that best reflected the general consensus at Auradon Prep. They hadn’t even realised Carlos was under a spell. On Tuesday Lonnie had made an innocuous off hand comment; “I’m so glad you and Carlos finally got together, the suspense had been killing me,” to which you had spluttered out an explanation before making a hasty departure. Jane had been the same, but this time you were calm as you informed her of the situation and she was the one sputtering. By the time a week had passed they all acted as if they knew something you didn’t. It was infuriating.

Mal’s reaction was… Bizarre at best. She had been avoiding you, you assumed out of guilt, but an inordinate amount of times in a day you would catch her staring at you and Carlos. Her expressions ranged from surprise to glee to mischief to amusement to worry. Whatever it was, you knew Mal wasn’t great at ‘touchy feely’ stuff, so you maintained you would wait for her to come to you.

As for everyone else, you wanted to scream. No one had batted an eye, not even blinked. And it wasn’t like Carlos was subtle, sure you wouldn’t let him kiss you (the lack of consent would make your skin crawl), but he had been fairly happy with finding other ways to be obscenely romantic and adorable.

You were incredibly shocked when nobody commented or seemed surprised as Carlos positioned himself half on top of you in the Cafeteria and tried to ply you with fries. Surely someone should be surprised by these developments? This wasn’t Carlos’ normal behaviour, he was under a love spell for crying out loud. But still, not a single person seemed confused by this turn of events.

All in all, you were in far too deep and didn’t really want to dig yourself out. However, your father had one of the best moral compasses in the world, and you knew what the right thing to do was.

Enough was enough. Despite how much you had guiltily enjoyed Carlos being in love with you all week, it was wrong. And you told him as much.

“Y/n, wait,” He pleaded as you all but dragged him to Evie and Mal’s room. “I don’t want to lift the spell.”

You faltered for a second but continued climbing the ornate stairs. “You’re not thinking straight. You don’t know what you want.” You could see the girls’ door at the end of the hallway and strode towards it.

Carlos ran ahead of you, walking backwards as he tried to stop you getting to the door. “I know I don’t want to stop feeling like this.” You avoided his eyes. “Y/n,” He tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”

This had started as a joke but it didn’t feel very funny now.

“No you don’t.” You said firmly and he tried to argue back but you kept talking. “Carlos. You have been so amazing to me this past week, and I’ve loved you loving me, but this isn’t right. There is someone out there who can make you feel this way, without a love potion, and I can’t keep you to myself and deprive you of being in love for real.” You felt stinging tears form and you willed them not to fall. Since when were you so emotional? God, this whole thing was so dramatic. You turned away from Carlos, who looked painfully crestfallen. Your only solace was that you weren’t the only one who’s eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

You rapped on the door twice.

Evie answered it, looking bubbly and chipper as usual. However she immediately seemed to understand how distraught the two people knocking on her door were and so sobered quickly.

“Are you two alright?”

“Is Mal here?” You asked insistently.

“Yeah she’s right- Mal, Y/n and Carlos are here to see you.” Evie interrupted herself, summoning her best friend.

“Well if it isn’t my favourite couple,” she smirked as you entered the room, emerging from the bathroom herself.

“Undo the spell.” You ordered.

“Y/n I need-”

“I know you said it wasn’t possible but there has to be an antidote or an anti spell or some vodoo pendant to make this go away, I mean half my family are gods I’m sure there’s someway we could-”

“Y/n, Y/n listen to me.” Mal cut you off, grabbing your shoulders and halting your rushed expulsion of words. Her eyes flicked to Carlos who was moping in the corner. “I have to tell you something about the spell.”

“What? What now, it lasts for a year?” You ran your hands through your hair before tossing them up in frustration.

“Does it?” Carlos said hopefully from the other side of the room. You glared at him.

“Carlos. Stop. You’re not really in love with me and you never could be. Stop fighting, we need to remove the spell.” You spat, aware you were being mean but you couldn’t bring yourself to retract your words. Couldn’t he see this was hurting you just as much?

“I don’t care about the stupid spell, I love you. Why can’t you understand that?” He surged across the room towards you, staring back at you fiercely.

“No you don’t. You only think you do.” You insisted, your faces mere millimetres away from each other at this point.

“Uh, guys?” Mal piped up from beside you. “I have a confession to make.”

“What?” You and Carlos snarled simultaneously.

“The love potion only lasted 24 hours.”

Silence.

“What?” You whispered.

Mal scratched the back of her neck, torn between feeling remorse at how upset her friends clearly were, and pride at how this whole situation had turned out.

“We kind of found out on Wednesday, the recipe, the one I used for the cookies, it was only for 24 hours.”

“'We?’”

“Everyone else knows,”

You gulped. “Let me get this straight: Carlos hasn’t been under a spell since Sunday morning?”

Mal nodded.

“All week, that wasn’t a spell, that was all him? All genuine?”

Mal nodded again.

“Carlos is really in love with me?”

“Maybe you want to ask him that. We’re just, we’re gonna go.” Mal backed out the room, only pausing to grab Evie who had been watching the exchange with glowing eyes, and would have continued to do so if she left her.

The door shut with a loud click.

“You love me?”

Carlos was now somehow sheepish, and sheer adoration coursed through you as he shuffled his feet and fidgeted. “Carlos?” You had stepped apart during the revelation but now you closed the distance.

His eyes locked on yours. They seemed, almost sad. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. I love you so much Y/n.”

“Well good,” you laughed shakily, tugging him forward. He awkwardly collided with you, the very definition of surprised. “Because I love you too.” You didn’t realise until you said it how true it was. You loved Carlos.

He smiled so sincerely and so widely you couldn’t help but mirror him. He linked his fingers with yours, studying your face carefully.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I would be offended if you didn’t.” You grinned, leaning towards him and kissing him on the mouth. It was a kiss of contradictions; it was all at once bruising yet tender, sweet yet lustful, soft yet passionate. One of your hands still awkwardly grasped his shirt, the other played with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Carlos’ hands didn’t seem to know where to rest so they travelled up and down your sides. Your noses brushed gently as you pulled away and you couldn’t help but smile dopily. Yet again he wore a matching expression and you rested your forehead against his.

“Hey, how come you were ruining Ben and Mal’s dates in the first place?” You asked curiously: in your mind it was the only happening left unexplained.

Carlos smiled, rolling his eyes, presumedly at himself, “I was sulking because you’d gone to visit your parents, and Ben and Mal seemed so happy and I was jealous so I-”

He didn’t finish because you started laughing. All of this was the result of Carlos’ intense moping. “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He sighed but there was an easy smile on his face.

“Yes you are.” You admitted as you chuckled and pulled him back towards you. You kissed him eagerly, intent on making up for lost time. You shivered, like an electrical current was surging through you, and it felt addicting.

Your love for Carlos (like his love for you) thankfully, wasn’t from a batch of enchanted cookies, or a mystical spell, but it sure felt magical.

10

Matthew “I enjoy being a troll” Daddario, ladies and gentlemen.

I wish that every time people posted gross/rude things to the casts insta, I could spritz them with a little spray bottle. ‘No. Stop it! Bad.’

It makes me cringe soooo much, and it’s the part of fandom culture I hate. Just leave them alone, they’re normal people, and a lot of them are teenagers! Why would you want to embarrass yourself like that? I will never understand it.

It’s 1940’s New York City. She’s a lounge singer with a voice that draws in even the coldest of men, and he’s a detective with a reputation for eyes as sharp as a hawk’s. Brought to the lounge to investigate a case, he can’t help notice the doll-face with the voice like an angel and legs for days, but he can’t be distracted. Especially not when he gets the feeling she knows more than she’s letting on. Despite his attempts to keep her at arm’s length, she worms her way in, and he slowly discovers that the dame is far cleverer than she looks. Soon he no longer has a suspect but a partner, with eyes just about as keen as his own (though he’s still far from oblivious to those gorgeous gams).  [Soundtrack]

anonymous asked:

hauste vs krauser

Krauser since hes faster and could viseral attack him before he could cast a pyromancy. Hauste has little health too so he’d lose.

Thank for asking!

Can someone just draw this angel as Rey and Ben’s son?? He’s got the nose, the ears, the fantastic hair, the perfect eyes and the little smirk. He’s perfect!

If they could cast him as a Reylo baby that would be 👍🏻

Peter Maximoff x Reader: Puppies And Led Zeppelin

A/N: You’re Peter’s best friend and he’s high on pain killers after you take him to the doctors to check his leg when it broke. Now you have to take care of him. Apocalypse version. 

Possible spoilers. Read at your own risk. 

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*Not my gifs


“Come on, Peter. Time to go to my room.” You say to him, carrying a limping Peter Maximoff, Aka The Speedster, to your room in the mansion. Yep, while battling Apocalypse, he managed to break his leg and probably sprained his arm. He was in a sling and in a cast. You told the students that they could sign his cast a little later, right now Peter’s high on pain killers. “Ugh,” You heard Peter as you opened your dorm room. “I feel like I’m broken all over!” Peter practically screamed in your ears.

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Style Crush Sunday: Lucy Hale

After the much anticipated return of Pretty Little Liars, how could I not have on of the cast as my style crush? For this week I’ve chosen Lucy Hale, known mostly for playing Aria Montgomery, as my inspiration. The petite actress has developed a style which I’m extremely envious of. Check out my favourite looks of Lucy’s below.

Here lucy opted for black pointed toe corset lace up stilettos with a cropped black top and crochet leather shorts. Lucy went for a mixed approach with her jewelry, wearing diamond encrusted bands, numerous unique earrings, as well as a ring to wrist studded bracelet.

Here Lucy created a simple summer look wearing an Urban Outfitters tee, with Silence + Noise Flowy Drawstring Shorts, Freda Salvador oxfords and a Saint Laurent bag. 

Lucy chose this crop top and trouser set from Vatanika’s Resort 2016 collection for her interview on Late Night with Seth Meyers. She paired it with Miu Miu sunglasses, Casadei black pumps and a Chanel bag.

Lucy pair a simple grey t-shirt dress, Jimmy Choo leopard print suede biker boots, an Urban Outfitters totes, Ray-Ban sunglasses and a leather jacket. 

Lucy wrapped up for the cold weather with ripped jeans, Miu Miu leather biker boots, a fur coat and oversized stripped scarf.

Here Lucy gave us seriously summer envy pairing khaki shorts, a Truly Deeply Madly tank top, Céline sunglasses and a Givenchy bag.

What’s your favourite outfit Lucy has worn? Do you see her as a fashion inspiration? Let me know! If you enjoyed this post, please like or reblog.