obsessed with the fact that nobody asked what kind of mythical creature estelle laurent is but madelaine did take the time to ask if she was any good in bed
sam rations the siobhan episodes because he keeps trapping her in a different circle of hell every time and he’s gonna run out soon of circles if she has multiple episodes
my fave dropout headcanon is someone in the camera or editing dept has a crush on siobhan because we always get her reactions in D20 and then we get hit with this
While almost every TBK knows elvish, Adaine and Fabian use it more.
Adaine “correctly” pronounces his name when she’s trying to do something nice for him; a pep talk, giving gifts (see their gift exchange)
Fabian “correctly” pronounces her name when he REALLY needs her to hear him; when he’s in danger, when he’s trying to apologize about something
Fabian knows when he needs to apologize to her when she starts speaking elvish continuously. So he waits for a moment then he busts out “A-dayne”. When he hears “Fah-byan”, he knows she’s in the forgiving mode already.
Pairing: La Contesse Madelaine d'Artois x Ana Lopez
Fandom: Dimension 20: City Council of Darkness
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Summary:
Ana and Madelaine in their little make-out corner during the movie mixer.
It was in the middle of the movie when Madelaine excused herself from their lascivious activities to talk to her friends; not long after, Cal followed her.
Now, Ana Lopez was left in their little picnic blanket on the ground watching two of her lovers - is that the word? - talk to the organizers of the movie-slash-business mixer. She can’t help but stare and bite her lip strong enough to taste blood in her mouth. She realized this is her adult version of a tantrum, where foot stomping is replaced by turning every reaction inward, far from the prying eyes of this small town. Can you blame her though? Madelaine only met Cal tonight and she had already paraded him around, clinging to him like a snake to a tree.
The college senior stood up and was about to leave when she heard the sultry voice of her French friend. She turned around and saw her walking towards her. Just her. Before the redhead can say anything else, Ana decided to seize the moment.
“Having fun?” Her tone undoubtedly laced with bitterness.
Madelaine stopped for a moment, face painted with confusion, before continuing her approach.
“What is the problem?”
“Nothing,” she lied, her body already buzzing from being pissed. “Are you and Cal having fun, with your scary movies and special meetings?”
An eyebrow arched in Madelaine’s face as she took a step closer.
“Ana,” her voice sweet and soothing, like she’s talking to a child, which in Ana’s defense was what she was feeling at the moment. “Did I not say that I would want my friends to meet with your Cal Whittaker?”
On any given day, Ana would have remembered that. She’s not one to lose track of things. However, something in the air has changed ever since Madelaine came up to her that night. She remembered brief mentions of her fiancé but not as vividly as how the other woman tasted.
She nodded and allowed the woman to get even closer, crowding her with her presence and Chanel No. 5 perfume. She lowered her gaze, afraid that she might pounce on her the way she did a couple nights ago.
“Then what is wrong?” Ana could not say because Ana does not even have words to identify what was going on. It felt like there was a switch that only Madelaine d’Artois could turn on and she turned it the fuck on.
“Are you jealous?” Her head snapped up to look at the redhead, who was intently watching her.
“I...” Ana could not believe the insinuation. Is she jealous? Does she even know the answer? No. So she pivoted to what she knew. “I just feel guilty,” she searched Madelaine’s face if she understood what she was trying to say, “about what we did.”
“Which round?” She almost choked at Madelaine’s response.
The brunette felt hands reaching for her waist, distance no longer existent between them. “Dear Ana,” her head tilted up to see blue flecks in her brown eyes, “I thought you would be happy when we bring Cal to the fold.” The statement melted something in her. Madelaine was thinking of ways to make her happy?
“Do you not love him?” The question hit her like a gut punch. It did not help that the person asking was someone she just cheated on him with.
She whispers, “I do.” It felt wrong on her tongue but Ana does not want to dwell on why for the meantime.
“Do you not want me?”
“I do,” she replied quite quickly. She watched a sly smile form on Madelaine’s lips before she leaned down and pressed a kiss on her neck.
“Then is it not better now? You can be with him while you have me.” The walking French fantasy whispered in her ear.
Ana closed her eyes, trying to commit this feeling in her head. It is heady, intoxicating, and carnally delicious. She wants this moment to stay forever.
—
Madelaine d’Artois, however, was a master of her craft. So she pulled the rug under Ana’s feet.
“Unless,” she stepped back, allowing the chilly air of the night to permeate between them, “I am no longer what you desire.”
She could tell Ana was aghast. She turned away, her signature move since that party at Barnabas Street. She has learned that the brunette likes to be in control of what they have; a feeling she no longer has with her relationship with Cal.
“That’s not true.” The engaged Lopez tried to get closer, hands reaching out to her.
“Must be,” she said, still not looking at her. “Oh, how stupid of me? To think that you would always want me.” Her voice sounded hurt and broken, doing all the work for her. She lightly swatted her away, maintaining the space. “I must be just a one-night thing for you.”
“No, you are not,” Ana was still inching closer. “You are not stupid. You are not a one-night thing for me.” She stopped moving and allowed the woman to reach for her hands. “Never.”
“Never?” Madelaine held her gaze, crocodile tears forming in her eyes.
“Never.” Ana lifted the redhead’s hand and placed a kiss on it. “How do I make it up to you?”
“Well,” she put the charm back on, her voice low and inviting, “I do have a car with tinted windows and heated seats.”
For the second time in Ana’s life, she pulled Madelaine away to have her all to herself.
Pairing: La Contesse Madelaine d'Artois x Ana Lopez
Fandom: Dimension 20: City Council of Darkness
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Summary:
Ana Lopez thinks too much but then suddenly stops.
La Contesse Madelaine d'Artois x Ana Lopez (because why not?)
Ana Lopez doesn’t hunger for much. She wanted a stable life so she made all the right choices.
A pol sci major for her undergrad.
A best friend with a party house for her popularity.
A straight, republican man for the rest of her life.
She was all set. Or so she thought.
—
It was a Sunday in the graying town of Purpee, Oregon. Babcock’s house was filled with college students, seniority be damned, liquor and cigarettes at hand. She was waiting for a text from her fiance, Carl, when this goddess entered her periphery.
Madelaine, her name she said. There was a pick-up line about meeting in the lifetime before and it shouldn’t have worked on her - yet it did. The ring on her finger suddenly felt heavy and tacky. She wanted to throw it away, forget it even grazed her skin. Instead, she covered the rock and slyly placed her hands on her pocket. It didn’t last long though because the next minute she was blabbering about how unfortunate it was that she was engaged to a man.
Madelaine, in all her French and flirty glory, encapsulated it so beautifully.
“Oops. I fell on a dick. It happens.”
She didn’t know when the enchanting woman stopped talking and just stared at her. All she knows is she can’t breathe, she can’t get married, and she can’t survive one more second without a drink.
Madelaine kept her company and in conversation throughout the night. The newcomer from San Francisco wasn’t monopolizing her time or anything. She just wasn’t removing her hand on the small of her back whenever they moved from one corner to another and the college senior didn’t want to go for one more second of her life without the press of the French woman’s hand on her body.
—
In a span of 90 minutes, Ana had experienced the highs of being perceived by one Madelaine d’Artois and the lows of having watched someone scream from pain after jumping to an empty pool. She thought that this was it. The end of the night. The kids would disperse and she would have to bid au revoir my fascinating French woman.
Instead, Madelaine stared at her with want in her eyes. She turned away and cursed herself for engaging with an engaged woman.
Madelaine already gave her an out; reminded her of a commitment to someone who didn’t even bother to make arrangements and pick her up tonight. She could say no now. She could step away and miss the warmth radiating from the redhead. She could go home, run the hottest bath, and let her imagination fill her up for the night.
So remember that Ana Lopez doesn’t hunger for much, except for tonight.
Not when she wants to smell more of Madelaine’s perfume. Not when she wants to run her fingers through Madelaine’s thick red hair as she traces her fingers across her nape, just as the woman had done earlier. Not when she wants to feel Madelaine repeatedly suck her neck and soothe it with her tongue and a kiss. Not when she wants to…
…she wants her.
So Ana let go of the image of a stable life and silenced the rational voice inside her. She only wants one thing inside of her tonight - or three - it’s up to Madelaine really.
“Do you wanna?”
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A/N:
Is the Madelaine mention happening because I love repetition? Yes.
Is it also happening because Ana is slowly becoming consumed by the thought of Madelaine? Yes.
Did I want to end this fic with Ana screaming/whispering Madelaine's name over and over again when they eventually *wink* *wink*? Absolutely yes.
my favorite part of the madelaine x ana party scene is that ally is on the other side of the screen watching their friend play an absolute seductress and getting really flushed about it. They just know the madelaine moves would work on them.
