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whatacaitastrophe · 2 months

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Amara x Bloodweave - For Anonymous

Song Inspiration: "Ashes" by Celine Dion

A one-shot I did for someone who asked to remain anonymous, but said I could share it with you all <3 Thanks for requesting this! I had a great time writing it, and thank you for your donation to my Ko-fi!

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TW: depression, intrusive thoughts, mentions of murder, some smut at the end

Amara felt empty.

There honestly wasn’t a better way of putting it. Ever since she’d renounced Bhaal, despite knowing that it was the right thing to do (what she needed to do), she felt…empty. Not because she missed the intrusive thoughts about murdering others, or even the rush that the kill gave her. No, Amara regretted the things she’d done in Bhaal’s name when she did not have a choice. The emptiness she felt came from the fact that she no longer had the ability to transform into her Slayer form, and the greatness of that loss was not something she’d been prepared for.

“If you do this, if you kill the moon cleric Isobel, your master will reward you greatly,” Sceleritas Fel had said. “The gift awaiting you will give you the thing you desire most: to be closer to your draconic heritage.”

He’d been right. Amara had lived with the markings of being a draconic sorceress her entire life; endured teasing from other children, wary looks from strangers, the whole nine. Not that she’d ever cared. Amara thought the markings and her heritage were cool, and it frustrated her to no end that no one could really provide her with any further information about the past. Though Amara regretted that Isobel had to die, Isobel’s death just might be the only one Amara did not regret. Being in the gargantuan, terrifying form of the Slayer was the closest Amara had ever felt to the ancestor’s the half-drow knew so little about, and nothing would make her feel guilty for that.

Especially not when she’d received Astarion’s full support after explaining why. Gods, how grateful she was for Astarion. Meeting the elf was arguably the very best thing that had happened to Amara as a result of being picked up by the nautiloid on that fateful day. Their bond was instant, and Amara knew she’d (at minimum) found a forever friend in him the day that everyone woke up to find the tiefling bard’s brutalized body in their camp. Nobody really believed Amara when she said the damage was done by an animal, but Astarion was the only person who pulled her aside and called her out. Called her out, then told her to just be more careful next time before murdering someone. Amara had liked him ever since.

The vampire intrinsically understood what Amara was going through, the urges that plagued her and being forced to do the bidding of another without much real consent on her part, better than anybody else in camp. He understood how important the knowledge of one’s self, and who you were outside of what your sadistic master wanted you to be, was the tether that kept a person in a situation like Amara’s (and also Astarion’s) sane. He’d been the first person to understand what Amara gave up by renouncing Bhaal. The rest of their companions were so focused on being proud of Amara for resisting the God of Murder and celebrating the restoration of her humanity that no one had realized that while the relief she felt to still be alive was genuine, the happiness didn’t quite reach her eyes. How could it, when knowing by doing the right thing that she’d given up an important piece of who she was?

In the days that followed her resurrection by Withers’ hand, Amara was quiet. When they were out and about in the city she only spoke when necessary, and in the evenings at their suite in the Elfsong Tavern, she kept to the bunk she shared with Astarion (it was easier, since they’d spent most nights together since Moonrise Towers, anyway). Mercifully, her companions recognized that she was in a funk and didn’t really want to talk, and they left her alone for the most part. On the evening they returned from dealing with a supernatural presence haunting the home of the artist they’d met while he was held captive by the Zhentarim mercenaries, everyone decided to go out. Well, Karlach decided to go out, and convinced everyone other than Amara, Astarion, and Gale to go with her. Even though she’d rather be alone, there was no way the vampire and the wizard were going to leave her alone when she was like this. No, her lovers weren’t cruel. Or stupid, for that matter. Moreover, they knew Amara, and they knew she was shutting everyone out.

Gale’s presence in Amara’s life as a romantic partner was a much more recent development. Amara had always assumed the wizard was more traditional in his way of thinking when it came to relationships, as all of his initial flirting ceased the moment it was made obvious that Amara was with Astarion. Needless to say, when Gale approached Amara and Astarion one evening, and expressed that he’d developed feelings for them both, and was interested in pursuing them both, it was a surprise. Yet, somehow, it worked. Gale and Astarion were two sides of the same coin that complimented each other in a way most would assume might make them mortal enemies. Most importantly, they both cared very deeply for Amara, and wanted to make her happy.

Silence was difficult to come by these days, with the additions of Halsin, Minsc, and Jaheira to their camp, and once everyone departed for the tavern below, it was not as welcome as Amara had hoped it would be. When everyone else was around, there was constant idle chatter, and even if she wasn’t paying attention, at least it was there to distract her mind. Silence left her completely alone with her thoughts. That was when the regret crept in. Regret for the people she’d killed, regret that she’d given up the part of herself that made her feel whole, all of it.

Before everyone else left, Amara had already crawled into the bed she shared with Astarion, her back to the rest of the world. She closed her eyes and tried to focus her mind, to push away all of the intrusive thoughts plaguing her about the decisions she’d made, but the more she tried, the louder the voices in her head became. She was a mistake, she’d made a mistake, she deserved the way she felt.

She wished Withers had just let her go.

“Did you mean to say all of that into my head, darling?” Astarion’s voice made Amara jump. She hadn’t realized he was nearby, and she rolled over on the bed to lay on her side facing the suite rather than the wall. Amara was met with the sight of Astarion and Gale, sitting on Gale’s bed with looks of despair.

“Mine as well.” Gale confirmed sadly, and Amara silently cursed herself for forgetting about the damn tadpoles for a moment. Their little friends liked to communicate with each other, and when somebody was feeling any sort of heightened emotion, it was easier for the tadpoles to commune telepathically.

Amara didn’t need to answer them for the answer to be clear: no, she had not intended for her lovers to hear her most intrusive thoughts about the events that occurred in The Temple of Bhaal. “Does it matter?” Amara asked, her voice completely void of emotion. As the words left her mouth, it occurred to Amara that she wasn’t actually talking about the fact that her tadpole shared her thoughts with Gale and Astarion, but about the thoughts she was having overall.

Astarion moved towards her with an elven quickness, crawling over her to place himself between her and the wall, likely so she couldn’t turn away from Gale without having to look at him instead, and Amara sighed. Astarion slid down the mattress so he laid next to her, and he pulled her in close so Gale could join them. The mattress was barely big enough for just her and Astarion, let alone the three of them, but in this particular scenario, neither Astarion or Gale seemed to mind. Admittedly, Amara didn’t mind either. Having them both close was already making her feel a little bit better.

“Of course it matters. Of course you matter.” Astarion told her, the pain in his voice when he spoke was evident. “You are the most important person in my life, and if that old windbag of a skeleton hadn’t shown up when he did…I don’t know what I would have done.” He reached forward to cup Amara’s face in his hands, and he stroked her cheek with his thumb. Behind her, Gale kissed the crown of her head as he draped his arm over her next to Astarion’s.

“I know your Slayer form made you feel more connected to your draconic roots, but think of what it cost you? What keeping it would have cost you?” Gale reasoned softly. “No amount of power is worth giving up your humanity, trust me on that.”

Amara knew Gale was right. They were both right, and the thought of hurting either of them because she was gone, or she’d lost herself, made Amara sadder than the loss of her Slayer form. It was a testament to the hold the wizard and the vampire had on her heart, that she valued their thoughts and emotions as much as she did. “I just wish I didn’t feel so empty.”

“Perhaps we can help with that.” Astarion kissed her forehead, then tilted Amara’s head upwards to capture her lips with his in a deep kiss. Instantly, a rush of emotion swelled in Amara’s chest and she was transported to another universe where only she, Astarion, and Gale existed. A soft moan escaped her mouth as she parted her lips to let Astarion’s tongue enter it to explore. At the same moment, she felt Gale’s hand running along her sides and up to cup her breasts, kneading each of them gently as his mouth connected with her neck, scattering sweet kisses along her neck and jawline.

Amara gripped the fabric of Astarion’s shirt as if it were the only tether keeping her to the universe as Gale’s hands slid further down her body, and he raised the hem of her shirt just enough that she could feel the air on her skin as he traced small circles on her abdomen, and Amara whimpered. Gale’s touch was electricity on her skin, and Amara arched her body to press into his touch. With how little space there was on the bed, Amara’s movements caused her to grind against Astarion, which elicited a moan from the vampire as the kiss became more urgent. Amara wasn’t sure if this was exactly what Astarion had in mind when he suggested they could help her feel less empty, but she wasn’t complaining. Based on the way she felt both men stiffening in their pants on either side of her, they weren’t complaining either.

Astarion and Gale worked seamlessly together, almost to the point that Amara wondered if they were using their tadpole connection to communicate, and Astarion’s hand replaced Gale’s on her abdomen as the wizard reached to turn Amara’s head towards him. They all giggled softly together as Amara did her best to adjust so she was on her back between them– the movements as awkward as to be expected with three grown adults sharing a bed barely large enough for two. Then Gale kissed her feverishly, and any awkwardness Amara might have been feeling dissipated.

“Let us make you feel good, darling.” Astarion murmured against her ear as his fingers slipped beneath the top of her pants teasingly. Amara raised her hips, urging Astarion to go further, and he chuckled. “Tell me what you want, Amara.” Before Astarion, Amara hadn’t really been the type to take orders in the bedroom, but here she was: whimpering beneath his touch, ready to beg for whatever he was willing to give her. Amara broke out of her kiss with Gale just long enough to turn and look at the vampire to say, “You.” Then Gale was kissing her again as Astarion’s hand slid to where she wanted him to be most, and she sighed with pleasure and all of the negative thoughts that had occupied her mind for the last several days disappeared.

This was all she needed, and as long as she had Astarion and Gale, nothing else would matter.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale #astarion #bg3 fanfic #the dark urge #astarion x gale x tav #bloodweave x tav #female tav #bg3 smut #hurt/comfort #angst

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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Priceless

Inside The Palace of Alcazarzaray, Aether gazed upon marvelous treasures and wonders that nearly blinded his eyes with how shiny they were. Not to mention the worldwide spread of food on various tables. He’s seen rich people before but this was impressive. Diluc was humble with it, Ningguang was lavish yet not too imposing, the Kamisatos were refined and regal with their wealth. Dori however, Aether felt like this was somehow the biggest flex. Maybe that’s the difference from linage versus effort; you want to go big. Her and Ningguang might have interesting conversations about that.

Aether:I can see how Kaveh got in dept…

Paimon:*already eating*

Aether:Yeah that’s about right.

Dori:Welcome!!! Hahaha!

Madam Sangemah Bay herself stood at the top of stairs with arms raised and pride beaming. She ran to the railing and slid down as her laughter filled the corridor. Aether then realized something. In terms of electros he met, they all can fit on triangular graph with Ei, Lisa, and Fischl being each point and then everyone else is somewhere inside the graph near them. Forget the Ningguang conversion. Dori and Fischl galavanting around at a feast sounded hilarious.

Aether:Happy Birthday Dori.

Dori:Thank you my dear and most humorous customer!

Aether:Me? I feel pretty straight forward most of the time.

Dori:Exactly! You don’t kid yourself into circumventing my deals, you’ll flat out admit you can’t afford something, and I never know what you’ll be asking for every time we meet. You’re quite the mystery box. All the more reason I want everything so there’s nothing I don’t have to offer!

Aether:Heh, glad I’m good exercise in business practice. Also thanks for the invite.

Dori:Don’t mention it. Considering my bail after Cyno arrested me was significantly decreased thanks to “an anonymous client” and I was freed very quickly, I could only think of one person with that kind of connection that rivals my own. A shame he never paid for those kits.

Aether:Please don’t ever try your luck like that again…

Dori:Fortune favors the bold, but yeah, I’ll be on my toes. Anyways, not that o don’t enjoy your company, but… I’m curious what a gift looks like from an explorer like yourselves. If you’re half as good as Alice, then it’s easily the best gift.

Aether:What if the bail was the gift?

Dori:Then my invention countered the gesture and now we’re just two people. One happy birthday girl, and a guest who arrived with a plus one halfway through the world in food.

Aether:Ah, fair. Well it’s a good thing I did get you a gift.

Materialistic desires aside, Dori actually didn’t bounce around like someone expecting a gift. She smiled softly and simply held her and out to accept whatever it could be. Maybe it’s all the guests she’s entertained before, but perhaps Dori never expects a grand gesture to the scope of anything she could get herself. Luckily for Aether, he had something she hadn’t seen. He pulled out an ankle bracelet made from gems Dori immediately knew to be amethysts and cor lapis. All in all, it didn’t look expensive, but it also didn’t come off as cheap. Those gems were easy to find and people who made accessories from them was common enough businesses practice. However, the pattern and overall woven style of it wasn’t one she was familiar with.

Dori:Oh? Where’d you find this little beauty.

Aether:I made it.

Dori:Come again?

Aether:Yeah hehe, I made it. Took a bit of work but it came it pretty well I think. I knew my mora couldn’t compare to yours so I spent time instead. Even made a matching bracelet for myself. Silly I know, but I figured friendship charms would be the perfect gift.

Dori:How so?

Aether:I know a few business people. I’ve come to learn being shrewd in the line of work is good, but makes other stay at arms reach or only see things as business. With this I want you to know that even if I’m a customer, we’re also friends.

Dori:I…I see. Thank you. If adventuring doesn’t work out then you clearly have other talents that could serve you well.

Aether:*smiles* Don’t mention it. Though I suppose it might look a little out of place in terms of price with everything else you’re wear-

Dori immediately put it on and then helped him with the bracelet. She didn’t say anything but he could tell she was happy. Aether laughed then went to go stop Paimon before there was nothing left for anyone.

Aether:Tell your sister I said hi. Hope she’s feeling well.

Dori:I will. Thanks *looks at anklet*

……..

Dori:(I should really make a best friend discount.)

#genshin impact #gi dori #gi aether #gi paimon

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hypnoticwinter · 10 months

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What I learned from donating money

A while ago (a while in this context means maybe a year or so), I actually donated money to one of those donation posts that make the rounds on tumblr on occasion. It was from one of the people that I followed at the time, someone I didn't know and had never spoken to.

I'm not a very charitable person, or at least not generous. At least not on the internet; if I have cash on hand and someone is begging, I'll likely give it to them, but mostly because I don't really have much use for cash these days, especially now that I no longer have a car and the nearest ATM is probably five or six miles from me. But on the internet I'm tightfisted.

I think it's the lack of clarity as to where your money is actually going. I've always held the somewhat cynical view that if you give your money to a charity, maybe about one percent of that donation is going to end up where you intend it to. Obviously that differs from organization to organization, but the same concept is generally sound; if you can't see where the money is going, from start to finish, donor to recipient, you should assume that almost none of it is going where you want it to.

I'm not sure what made this post I saw on tumblr different. Maybe because you can have a reasonable read on a person on tumblr rather than a faceless organization. Of course, you can lie about who you are on tumblr, but as long as things are consistent people can get a picture of the person behind a blog.

It really was just an idle whim. I thought maybe it might make me feel pleased with myself, or like a good person, or something like that. It was a relatively small amount, not the typical e-begging for thousands of dollars, just something like eighty dollars or so. I paypalled them more than they asked for, either a hundred dollars or a hundred and twenty. They messaged me on paypal very appreciatively and asked who I was; I didn't say anything. I understood, for a very brief moment, the kind of smug satisfaction wealthy donors to theaters must have when they choose to remain anonymous and then go back and look at the back of a playbill and see their donation listed. It's a very small and common human joy, knowing a secret and keeping it from everyone else.

I felt very vaguely happy. There's a danger in magical thinking, in the idea that someone only has to achieve some goal or milestone or landmark that will, in and of itself, change themselves or their lives or their outlook. I have learned through bitter experience that nothing works like this, that you are who you are with very little changes unless you're capable of changing your worldview by yourself, which very few people are capable of.

And it would have stayed at that, with me feeling very vaguely happy that I had done a nice thing for someone, if it wasn't for what happened next. The person I had given the money to reblogged the post. There was no mention that the goal had been reached, exceeded even. Just the same e-begging post asking for help.

I didn't necessarily feel betrayed or cheated or anything that ridiculous; I was more just impressed by the audacity. I very easily could have called them out for it, if I had felt the urge to; they certainly would have known that I must have been someone following them, that I would have seen the post being reblogged.

Now, I understand that they can do whatever the hell they like and that just because I paid the entire amount doesn't mean that they have to stop begging for more. Maybe it's a fundamental difference in worldviews; I've been in relatively desperate situations before but I've never liked to throw myself on the goodwill of strangers, and if it had been me I don't think I'd have kept begging after that. And me giving them a gift doesn't place any sort of obligation on them to act any sort of way; it's not like they're signing a contract with me that stipulates that they have to do something in exchange for the money; it was a gift, given freely without any ability for me to take it back.

I was disappointed, reasonably so I think, but I had learned something. I had given the gift because I wanted to be acknowledged, even anonymously, as having done someone a good turn. I wanted to see the post reblogged with the little meter filled and a little sentence saying how grateful they were because I, whoever the hell I was, had helped them out.

I've always been mostly a Stirnerite and known that nobody does anything out of the goodness of their hearts, that every action, no matter how charitable or innocent, is done out of some calculated want, some logical step on the subconscious mind's internal playing field to bring you one step closer to a goal, no matter how arbitrary or inconsequential. Thankfully, I rarely get concrete confirmation of this, even despite believing in the truth of it. The people I work with and live with are kind to me and I'm kind to them, and for the most part the raw selfishness of the individuals around me is veiled.

But it's good to get a reminder every now and then. I was selfish; they were selfish. It was the only possible outcome, and if it hadn't gone like this, if I had gotten exactly what I wanted, it would only have been an affirmation of the selfishness that had lead me to donate the money in the first place.

So I won't be doing that again.

#writing #reflections

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gemma-collins-ily · 3 years

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It’s my birthday today and I was wondering if you could do Jesper celebrating the reader’s birthday?

Jesper Celebrating the Reader's Birthday

a/n - keep in mind, fics don't normally come out this quickly, but I saw this and wanted to release it on your special day! This may be a little uncoordinated but I hope you enjoy and have a brilliant day! Also, just to let everyone know, requests are closed for a few days, just so I can catch up on requests xoxo 💞

Warnings: nothing?

Tagged: @mrs-brekker15 @i-am-the-1930s @inthegistoftime

it is guaranteed

you hear me?

guaranteed

that he will try to plan you a party

it's Jesper, he has to

so he'll set up streamers and a huge poster displaying your age

for all who enter the Slat to see

he'll get Nina to distract you, taking you out for waffles probably

his words would probably be exactly like this:

"I don't know Neens, just take them away from the Slat and don't come back till, like ummm seven."

she'd look at the half hung decorations and many more still in boxes disapprovingly and ask:

"You didn't plan this out did you?"

"Are you accusing me, the Jesper Fahey, himself, of being disorganised?"

She grabbed her coat and you, covering your eyes as she went, very clearly conveying something was happening, then left without a word more.

so, by now, you knew something was happening

or at least suspected it

but would go along with it for Jesper

trailing after Nina until your feet were sore

finally having enough and asking if you could stop and sit on a bench

she agreed with a groan

so, she was obviously tired too

"How long do we need to stay out?"

"I really do not know what you're talking about, (Y/N)."

"Come on, I know there's a surprise back at the Slat, I just need to know how long I have to wait to go home."

she'd continue to blatantly refuse the very idea of a surprise until she randomly gave in

and you'd smirk, happy to get the answer

as soon as it neared seven, she'd try to drag you back to the Slat but you'd tell her they wouldn't be ready yet

Nina would not listen and take you firmly by the wrist, marching back to the Slat

when you got there you were right

of course

bestie, can you predict the future?

no, actually

you just know how frazzled your boyfriend can get

but you were surprised to see even Kaz was helping

it did not look like he wanted to be there voluntarily

but still

you take what you can get

it was an effort so you appreciated it

when Nina would let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of Kaz Brekker hanging up decor, Jes would notice you

yelling at Nina to take you out again or to your room

just go over and peck him on the lips, tell him you don't really care about the streamers and he'll relax

even if he wanted it to be perfect

you have all the calming techniques down bestie

Kaz will sigh exaggeratingly and drop the colourful swirly thing he was eyeing with disgust

it would be between his forefinger and thumb as he did so

and this meant it was twice as funny to you

oops you may have laughed

you received a glare in return

aww such a nice present

everyone say thank you Kaz

anyway

there's probably a table with gifts on it

kaz got you a new book

but left it anonymously

no message on the tag even if you know it's him

you thank him and he pretends he has no clue who gave it to you

"Awwww, thanks Kaz."

"I didn't get you a gift, (Y/N). It's obviously from someone else."

Inej would get you some sort of herbal tea I think

if you don't like tea then it's probably also a book

wow what a match for those two

thinking the same thoughts

Nina may have forgotten to get a present and would promise waffles instead

or she'd have tried to sneakily get a board game while you were out earlier

you acted like you did not notice

it's a grammy award for you

Matthias could have either gotten you some kruge because he wasn't sure what you wanted

or a new scarf, coat ect.

he has a pretty good taste in fashion

now, Jesper would either wait till later to give you his gifts

because aww, sentimentality

or he'd give you them with everyone else's to make you blush publicly

at that point, you wouldn't care

either way, he'd keep at least one spare to give to you in private

I think his gifts would be a little something like this:

a type of jewelry, whether it be a necklace or an anklet, it would have a J on it

he probably bought a matching one for him with your initial on it too

a necklace feels a little more personal but could be taken advantage of by enemies

like in finding out you were together

not like it was oBVIOUS or anything

but an anklet would ultimately be sturdier and less likely to be taken as a means of affection from a loved one

so anklet it is

chocolates that are actually quite rich in flavour and are rare in Ketterdam

he saved up some money for those

if you like to play with his rings

he'll have bought you one

again, it may be a little blander to avoid it being interpreted as a gift of love by enemies

you didn't mind it being a little more hidden

Jesper was happy with you and you with Jesper

so you felt no need to show off to the world

you would probably take it off if you had to do any good old fashioned fist fighting

pocketing it quickly

he'd also give you a nail makeover the next day

but you would have to paint on his nails in return because if he tried, he would probably mess up while using his non-dominant hand to paint the other

you could match because #couplegoals

he'd bring you breakfast in bed the day after your birthday

being so busy planning the day before, he didn't get you any

I hate to disappoint but it would not be made by him

he would burn everything

so Matthias' second present to you is the breakfast

delivered by Jesper

he'd probably be sat at the counter making snarky remarks about Matthias' cooking

until he got whacked with a tea towel

if you're an early bird

Jes would be given the task of distracting you and stopping you from walking downstairs

or getting out of bed at all

this could be easily done with the persuasion of cuddles

then Matthias would yell for him and he'd have to leave to get the tray

when he brings it up he'll sit you between his legs, leaning your back against his chest and resting the tray on your knees

may feed you bites that sOMEHOW end up like a lady and the tramp scene

even if it's a slice of french toast, he'll manage

would tactfully steal little bits off your plate

and you couldn't really be mad at him because he would just smile charmingly

(maybe with half a piece of bacon sticking out of the side of his mouth)

but charming none the less

he might have a gift hidden in the corner of a chest of drawers somewhere you find one day and he remembers he was supposed to wrap that up and give it to you

if it's almost a year later and near your next birthday

just leave it on his dresser

no words need to be exchanged

the only difference is now one of your presents is less of a surprise

oh cards

kaz would write in his a simple,

'Inej made me write this. Have a good day. You are one year closer to being dead. Congratulations.

-Signed sincerely, Kaz Brekker'

Nina and Matthias share a card

meaning she wrote it and he signed his name with an extra

'I hope you have a lovely day, (Y/N).'

Nina's message/ the main one in the card would be:

'I can't believe we're all growing so old now! Anyway, we love you, hope you enjoy the presents and your birthday. You deserve it! Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Nina'

Inej's would have a very sincere message:

'(Y/N),

You are truly a wonderful friend and person, helping everyone with anything they may need. I feel so lucky to have you as my friend and I hope you will continue to be for years to come. You deserve a fantastic day and I hope you get one, I know Jes will try to make it perfect!

-From, Inej x

p.s - I tried to get Kaz to sign a card, but he was smirking and wouldn't let me see it before he put it in the envelope, so I'm terribly sorry if it's rude.'

now to Jesper's

'Love,

I adore you with all my heart and wish you a truly happy birthday. I hope you like the gifts I bought, I wanted to symbolise my love for you through each. I know one or two presents are a little bland but I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. You are the most amazing partner I could ever dream of having, and every time you do something, I never expect it.

You are unpredictable, my love, and I can honestly say I do not mind it. In fact, it is one of the many factors that made me fall in love with you. Have a happy birthday!

-Love from Jesper, xxx

p.s - Kaz looked terrifyingly happy when he finished signing your card so be careful, he probably pulled something.

you might have cried

yes

you, a Crow, feared on the streets sniffled over even Kaz's message

knowing if he didn't actually want to, there was no way he would have signed that card

all in all, you have a great birthday and Jesper (and everyone else) makes you feel really special

#jesper fahey x reader #jesper fahey x you #jesper fahey fluff #jesper fahey fics #jesper fahey imagine #jesper fahey headcanons #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone x you #shadow and bone fic #shadow and bone imagine

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leejeongz · 3 years

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treasure as your boyfriend - maknae line (asahi-junghwan)

hyunsuk-jaehyuk ver.

asahi: the “chaotic neutral” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- the studio

♡ you can be as noisy or as quiet as you want. he works best when you’re with him, so he’s forever inviting you over. and he produces his best work when he’s around you and thinking about you. all the feelings he’s too shy to say to you come out in art form. you often get to hear and see everything before anyone else too.

♡ skinship- really not a fan of pda, but will allow himself to link arms with you in public if you want to. he would never force skinship for the sake of it but if your head naturally rested on his shoulder or if you snuggled up to him during a movie, i think he’d secretly like that. he really just likes casual hands brushing against each other, he gets butterflies whenever your hands come near him

♡ his love language- receiving gifts- he likes giving gifts too, but receiving them makes his heart flutter. you remembering little things about him makes him smile like a whole lot, especially when it’s something that he doesn’t even remember telling you or something of little importance.

♡ kisses- quite spontaneous but always very soft and meaningful. he’s so gentle with you, especially during kisses. his lips are super soft and so are his hands that rest on your hips. he was a little nervous for your first kiss so he kept his eyes open which spooked you a bit but now it’s a inside joke between you two.

♡ he does what he wants, you do what you want, he likes that and thinks it’s the best setup for the relationship because being clingy could make you hate each other

♡ he draws you. a lot. you might not know it, but you became his muse from day 1 and everything he draws has you in it

♡ when you've had a bad day, he sings for you and has lots of evident sympathy no matter what the issue is

♡ he’s VERY goofy around you. it takes him a while to become used to people so seeing that side of him makes you really soft. and if he knows you’re the same and you start acting a little more goofy, he starts to become even more comfortable around you.

yedam: the “your success is my happiness” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- ice skating

♡ or anything wintery because 1 he likes to keep you warm, 2 he thinks you look cute all wrapped up in puffy jackets and jumpers and 3 it's not too hot to hold hands the entire time hehe. oh and also expect some singing from him if you get any alone time.

♡ skinship- a huge cuddly boy. he wants to be touching you all the time but he respects your want for space and privacy so he doesn’t. he LOVES holding hands, he’d do it all day if he could. seeing your cheek squished against his shoulder makes his heart melt too, so he takes pictures of it so it lasts longer hehe. he sometimes does that really cute thing where he links pinkies with you too 🥺

♡ his love language- physical touch- the way he just wants to be touching you all the time and you don’t get mad makes him SO happy. when you sit close to him, his heart races, never mind when you finally give him a hug or hold his hand. a lot of your relationship is long distance, even if you lived in the same house, he’d barely ever be there, so getting to cuddle you or be held by you is something that he looks forward to.

♡ kisses- if he’s refusing a kiss there’s something seriously wrong. his lips would constantly be attached to you if you let them. he likes holding hands during kisses and rubbing his thumb on your finger just for extra feels. omg eskimo kisses are his FAVOURITE. especially when his nose is cold just to tease you a bit

♡ he loves to secretly take pics of you and set them as his background because he thinks you look so adorable. we know he has a photography insta out there somewhere (drop the @ bro) and you’d be in like all of the pictures

♡ he writes love letters to you. they’re a little cringe so he signs them off as anonymous but obviously you know who they’re from since… well he’s your boyfriend

♡ he helps you study and build your confidence. he lets you borrow his notes and present stuff to him all the time, always giving positive and constructive feedback.

♡ he celebrates even the tiniest of achievements with you and shows you that there’s more to life than winning all the time

♡ if he can’t already speak your native language, he’d learn a few sentences and phrases like “i love you” and surprise you with them sometimes

doyoung: the “romantic but childish” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- breakfast/brunch

♡ just making sure you get the most important meal of the day lol. it sets you both up for the rest of the day, especially if you can’t meet again until the day after. it also gives you chance to reflect on anything that may have happened that day before that you were maybe too sensitive to talk about previously.

♡ skinship- not the biggest lover of skinship but he isn’t opposed to it if you initiate it. he’s definitely one who prefers privacy so pda is off the table. he likes holding hands and staring into your eyes because they’re so pretty. ugh he’s so flirty and romantic 🤪

♡ his love language- acts of service- he’s a busy guy, he really appreciates when you do even the smallest of things for him like folding his clothes so they don’t get creased. your kindness is so attractive to him, it really confirms that he’s found the one.

♡ kisses- his kisses are a little messy but they’re always passionate. he just can’t contain his need for his mouth to be on yours, which actually happens quite frequently when you two are alone. he does that thing where he puts his hands on your waist, smiles at you flirtily, then pulls you in closer for the kiss which leaves you speechless every time.

♡ has your contact name in his phone set to just a heart and the picture is one that he secretly took of you on a date

♡ one of his favourite things to do is teaching you how to dance. whether you can already dance or not, he’s gonna teach you. just gives mr no skinship a chance to put his hands on you

♡ FLOWERS! he knows that not everyone is a fan of flowers but you will be while he’s around

♡ hands down the cheesiest person you know and usually you’d be cringing but because it’s him, it’s okay

♡ he’s always down to chat with you. at 1am, while he’s working or even when he’s with his family, he’ll drop anything to make you happy.

haruto: the “cool on the outside” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- watching youtube

♡ you can learn a lot about a person by watching things they like to watch and taking an interest in something they’re interested in. you pair can share youtubers you think the other would like and just have a laugh together while being all cozy in bed.

♡ skinship- any and all skinship is appreciated by this guy, not that he’d tell you that. he secretly wants to cuddle with you all the time and hold your hand everywhere you go, but he always makes out like you’re the one who wants it by saying stuff like “gosh your hands are always so cold, here i’ll warm them for you”. his favourite are hugs where he just melts into your arms after a long, tiring day practicing. sometimes they’re just want he needs

♡ his love language- quality time- he wants to spend every second of every day with you. he wants to talk to you more on a one to one basis and he wants that time to be focused. when he finally gets time alone with you, he doesn’t waste any of it and gets straight to making memories with you that he thinks about all the time.

♡ kisses- longer kisses are super rare because he’s still quite timid and shy but the small little pecks?? he cannot get enough of them. he prefers to give them to you at random, surprising times because he likes it when you melt after it, he calls you cute every time awwww. he secretly enjoys when you kiss him in front of the members too even if he acts disgusted.

♡ ends all his messages to you with a heart WITHOUT FAIL

♡ helps you shop for clothes and jewellery. he picks out clothes for you and always manages to hit the mark

♡ creates a playlist of songs that have a special meaning within your relationship and constantly updates it

♡ does that thing where he gets so happy that you’re his that he can’t stop smiling, so much so that he can’t sleep

♡ he’s a little bit forgetful, but you always forgive him because he’s just so cute and he always makes it up to you anyway

jeongwoo: the “best friend” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- skateboarding

♡ even if neither of you can skate, it’s fun and you can learn together. having fun when he’s with you is always the aim so anything like that is something he really enjoys

♡ skinship- skinship happens very naturally for you pair and it’s something neither of you have ever shied away from. he loves it when you hold hands and it makes him feel super proud that you can show him off like that. also loves when you let him rest his head in your lap and play with his hair.

♡ his love language- quality time- creating special moments with you is something that he will never forget and something that he’ll always bring up. he’s so grateful that you want to be with him and around him even at the most randomest times when you could be doing something else, but he loves it and he doesn’t ever want to see you leave.

♡ kisses- most are short and sweet but some, rare kisses can last for a while, where he smiles onto your smile because he just can’t believe what’s happening. he really likes those kisses but doesn’t initiate them all too often because he’s worried it’s the wrong moment. he actually asks the older boys for advice too 🥺

♡ tries to tease you and get the members involved but it always ends up backfiring and he ends up being the target

♡ a “remember when” type of guy, bringing up some of your most favourite and fondest memories

♡ is always up for absolutely anything you suggest. you’re the worst influences on each other (in the best way) but without those experiences, you wouldn’t have the amazing memories you have today

♡ wants to act like your protector and had you fooled for like a week until you realised he’s the one that needs protecting.

♡ when you compliment him, his actual self esteem sky rockets. there’s no more joking about how cool he is. your words mean the most to him (maybe his love language is words of affirmation too who knows hehe)

junghwan: the “first” boyfriend

♡ his favourite date- gaming together

♡ he loves to teach you and compete with you (because you let him win) and he thinks it’s cute and funny when you make mistakes or you do something really impressive

♡ skinship- he’s shy about it at first but warms up to it later. he never initiates anything because he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you. he doesn’t really like pda but he’ll do it for you, he’ll put his arm around your waist while you walk because it feels the most comfortable for him. it’s not skinship but just staring into each other’s eyes is something that happens regularly

♡ his love language- words of affirmation- hearing you saying he can do it only makes him more determined and, even though he doesn’t realise it, it actually makes him more independent. you know when he’s having a bad day, or if he’s got something important going on, so you drop him a little text which makes him so happy and he wants to make you proud (which he does and you tell him that all the time)

♡ kisses- kisses are something he craves a lot since the feeling of the first kiss you shared has stayed with him, but is always too afraid to make the first move. afterwards, he’s always a real giggly mess. every kiss is awkward with him at first since you’re both quite inexperienced, but soon you both start to understand what the other likes.

♡ he gets shy around you for ages because he likes you so much

♡ introduces “tech free” dates where neither of you can use your phone. they actually work really well for you two and you get to know each other a lot better

♡ works out what your love language is randomly one day, does his research, then slowly starts to implement it into your relationship

♡ a big hand holder when he senses you need nervous or anxious. he holds your hand for his own comfort as well as yours

♡ you share a lot of your firsts together, as well as being each other’s first relationship. it’s a time for him to learn and change so he appreciates any honesty, even if he does get a little bit sensitive about it sometimes.

#treasure #treasure reactions #treasure imagines #asahi #yedam #doyoung #haruto #jeongwoo #junghwan

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Mike Damone

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- Mikes pretty infamous at your school. Pretty much the entire student body knows who he is; mainly because they’ve bought tickets off of him at one point or another.

- Everyone knows Mike and Mike knows everyone so it’s no surprise that you’d encounter him at some point; even if your initial meeting was a memorable half a second of him checking you out while you both walked to your separate classes.

- When Mike first sees you, he honestly doesn’t think twice about you. He sees you, he processes that you’re decent looking, and then he moves on. He only starts to take real notice of you when you seem completely disinterested in his existence.

- That sounds pretty harsh but it’s the truth. Later that day, he sees you at your locker and he approaches you, introducing himself and making his usual charming conversation. And while you’re arguably incredibly polite, you’re just not into him.

- And for some reason that bothers the hell out of him.

- If it were anyone else, it would have never mattered, and he sincerely does not understand why you’re any different. But the more he thinks about it, the more it bothers him and the more he wants you. Which leads to his pursuit of you.

- Mike likes to act like he doesn’t care; he really does, and he’s gotten pretty good at playing the part, so he always seems pretty nonchalant whenever he approaches you and tries to start a conversation; no matter how little time of day you’ll give him.

- But inside, he is losing his mind. His smile always drops whenever you aren’t looking at him and he lays in bed at night thinking about every tiny amount of attention you give him. He wants to hate you, and maybe he does, but more than that …he thinks he loves you.

- Your usual “avoidance” of him leads to him feeling like a kid on Christmas when you finally talk to him on your own accord; though it’s definitely just to try and purchase tickets. He gives you a ridiculously good deal and is on his best behavior the entire time, trying to charm you as much as he can while you’re actually paying attention to him.

- And to an extent, it does work. He was really sweet and did you a big favor so you felt a little more obligated to play nice. So instead of completely blowing him off, you made an effort to greet him in the halls, sometimes willingly talking with him for a few minutes or giving him a compliment every now and again.

- He’ll talk a big game around other people; mainly Mark, telling him that he’s got you in the bag or somewhat jokingly saying that you’re all over him, but it’s just to save face and keep up his overly confident façade.

- Regardless, you finally agree to let him take you out around a year or so after the two of you first meet. He’d probably asked you out or tried to hint at the two of you potentially hanging out dozens of times but this was the only one you actually accepted which made him do an internal double take.

- There was nothing different about his approach, he played suave, he told you what he was planning on doing that Friday night and then he invited you to join him. But this time you actually agreed, as though it were totally normal, he was compelled to ask if you were feeling all right.

- For your first date, he takes you to the mall and you spend the afternoon/evening going into different stores, grabbing a bite to eat at the food court and so on and so forth.

- You didn’t expect it but the two of you actually hit it off pretty well once you gave him a chance and kept an open mind. He was frustratingly smooth most of the time but he was also sweet and made you laugh.

- And he was on cloud nine; especially when you absentmindedly grabbed his hand while leading him somewhere or walking through a crowd. He enjoyed your company so much that trying to kiss you completely slipped his mind until after you were already back inside your house later that night.

- You share your first kiss after he walks you home from school one day; maybe after the two of you go on a few more dates. You’re standing at your front door and you’re trying to say goodbye when you sort of just look at each other and begin to lean in.

- After a minute or so, you pull away and when you do, you invite him in for a drink; an offer he eagerly takes. So he comes in, you get him his drink and the two of you spend the next half hour making out on your bed; but that’s besides the point.

- You kissed him and now you’re gonna see if you’ll regret it.

- There’s a lot of Pda in your relationship but a good amount of it is sexually charged or the sort of affection that fits his cool guy attitude. He’s proud of you and wants to be touching you at all times but he doesn’t want to look like a wuss while he does it.

- He puts his arm around your shoulders a lot. He’d probably try to do it even before the two of you started dating so it barely even phases you at this point.

- Neck and jaw kisses.

- Soft, sometimes sort of clumsy kisses. Mike acts like a ladies man but he’s been with very few girls so he doesn’t have a whole lot of kissing experience under his belt.

- You definitely have the capability to make him drunk with your kisses. You put him in a daze and get him wrapped around your little finger the minute your lips touch his.

- Making out a lot. It’s pretty much his favorite thing to do; though he secretly really likes all your innocent and doting affection.

- Sitting in his lap.

- He doesn’t use a ton of pet names but he does throw a couple of them at you from time to time, namely babe, sweetheart or princess.

- He likes to pretend that he doesn’t care for cuddling but he isn’t convincing anybody with his halfhearted complaining and nonexistent resistance while you pull him in. When you do cuddle, you’ll usually lay facing each other with your head tucked under his chin; or occasionally with his tucked under yours.

- He’s definitely a lot sweeter and softer with you when the two of you are alone together. He feels the need to keep up a reputation while you’re out in public so you only get to see his real, loving personality when you’re by yourselves.

- Su casa es mi casa. After his first visit to your home, you might as well consider him a roommate because he sure as shit acts like it’s his house.

- He’s usually too shy or embarrassed to tell you that he legitimately missed you and just wanted to see you so whenever he drops by, he’ll make up some excuse for him to be there; even though it would be perfectly in his right to answer “what are you doing here” with “I just wanted to see you”.

- He knows how to appear cool; whether it’s a conscious effort for him or not, so he usually has little trouble when trying to impress you. Either way, you’re pretty proud to have him for a boyfriend and your praise consistently makes him wanna to act up.

- He definitely tries to act like people he think you’d find impressive are his friends; even though you probably already know he’s bullshitting you. You just halfheartedly let him believe he’s fooled you.

- Sitting around sorta bored while he tries to swindle people. You get interrupted by his business quite a lot.

- Getting walked home from school.

- If you’ve got a car then you’ll usually pick him up and drive him to or from school; or wherever else, because fun fact: that wasn’t his car that Linda spray painted, it was his moms!

- He has a habit of “fixing you”. He’s always plucking things from your hair or clothes, adjusting your shirt, smoothing out your jacket, etc. Sometimes he pretends like he’s doing something just to annoy you or have an excuse to touch you.

- Consistently looking at your ass.

- Whenever you ask him for a favor, he’ll always tell you that you owe him before begrudgingly doing whatever it is. That being said, after he does it, he’ll usually “forget” that you owe him or tell you to forget about it; or settle for a kiss as payment.

- No ones allowed to know but he’s legitimately whipped for you. It might not seem like it but behind the scenes, he’s bending over backwards to make sure that you’re happy.

- Mall dates. It’s your #1 hangout spot. He’s the boyfriend who shamefully holds your hand as you drag him from one girly shop to the next.

- Concert dates.

- Renting vhs tapes and watching them together.

- Mike has a full on bar area in his room so if you’re down to drink, he has the liquor. Although, to be honest, I think he’d secretly be one of those guys who wouldn’t let you get drunk because you’re his girlfriend and he cares about you. He’d teasingly refuse to give you any before allowing you to have a tiny glass.

- I feel like his parents aren’t home a lot during weekdays; because of work or what have you, so you’ll probably hang out more at his house than yours; unless your parents also usually aren’t home.

- He usually ends up eating dinner by himself and spending most days at home alone so he’ll oftentimes call you up and have you come over. You mostly just end up hanging out and eating in his bedroom while watching television together.

- He lowkey likes stupid old tv shows so the two of you marathon them whenever they’re on tv.

- Going to his house to listen to your favorite music because it’s the 80s and he’s got a whole fucking music station set up in his room. He’s also got more albums than anyone you know.

- Occasionally, he’ll fiddle around with his keyboard while you’re at his place and you’ll convince him to teach you a few little jingles while he’s at it.

- I think that every now and again he’d surprise you with a little gift, oftentimes nonchalantly telling you not to mention it or not to worry about it. He’d probably say something like “how did that get there” and teasingly pretending like it wasn’t him, secretly reveling in the smile on your face and the way you kiss his cheek.

- Him stealing your food.

- Trying to hold back your laughter as he jokingly serenades you.

- Stealing and wearing his sunglasses.

- Ratner third wheeling. The boy gets to see a whole new side of his friend; a side that makes him seem much more down to earth, because even though Mike will pretend like he’s the same playboy, it’s easy to see that he really loves you.

- Giving Ratner advice when he needs a different approach to girls or anything else in life.

- Motivational talks. He might not be the most eloquent but he’s definitely the most supportive when it comes to people he cares about.

- Lots of teasing. It’s his favorite thing to do besides make money.

- He loves messing with you so expect to be annoyed with him quite a lot: whether it be because he threw you in the pool, shocked you, or pretended like you had something on you.

- Defending him when people insult him. Quite a few people don’t understand why you’re with him so expect a few comments from your friends, family, or just random people you know.

- He tries to act nonchalant whenever he’s jealous but it rarely ever works. He usually ends up either having a smug look on his face; because he knows you have no interest in them, or he’ll try to get information out of you about them, maybe making fun of them a little while he’s at it.

- Mike isn’t incredibly protective, he’ll usually leave you to solve things on your own, but if the problem is serious enough, he’ll get involved. He’ll try to walk away with you, maybe say something snide to the other person or about the situation, but he isn’t scared to throw hands if need be.

- Mike is pretty good at keeping his composure but certain situations just make him lose it so sometimes he’ll say something he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment and regret it later.

- He tends to avoid his problems rather than try and fix them which might lead to him avoiding you after a fight. That being said, he isn’t above apologizing and will always do so is he knows he did something wrong or made you upset.

- He’s a bit embarrassed to tell you that he loves you so he’ll usually only say it after you say it to him.

- Mike certainly isn’t the best boyfriend, he definitely has some maturing to do, so it’s up to you to decide if you want to stick around and wait for it to happen. Just know that he likes you a lot; even if he doesn’t always act the greatest.

#mike damone imagine #mike damone imagines #mike damone headcanons #mike damone headcanon #fast times at ridgemont high imagines #fast times at ridgemont high headcanons #fast times at ridgemont high headcanon #fast times at ridgemont high imagine #80s movie imagines #80s movie headcanons #80s movie imagine #80s movie headcanon

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H/D Clue Fest Masterlist

Cluefest Headquarters are finally unveiling the investigators of our cases. But before we do that, we want to thank each and every one of you that contributed to making this fest such a huge success, be it as a writer, podficcer, reader, listener, or reblogger and reccer. You wrote the most amazing fics, brought fics to life with your voice, and gave our creators lots of love with kudos, comments etc. Fair warning: This post will be very long because we couldn’t control ourselves and made reveal banners. We would say we’re sorry, but we must not tell lies.

0430, T, 8.7k

Author: daughter_of_nemesis/@daughter-of-nemesis

Harry disappears at exactly 04:30 in the morning. Hermione and Ron intend to figure out why. And Pansy's certain has something to do with Draco.

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A Hogwarts Detective Mystery, E, 19.3k

Author: ActorPotter/@actorpotter

Harry returns to Hogwarts for his Eighth Year with Ron and Hermione after defending Draco Malfoy at his trial over the summer. Malfoy has returned too...but he's acting incredibly suspicious. So, naturally, Harry decides to stalk-er-follow him when he leaves the Eighth Year Common Room after hours one evening. It turns out that Malfoy has noticed something is amiss at Hogwarts, and he and Harry must work together to solve a mystery of disappearing portraits, randomly changing house colours on uniforms, and the Gryffindor Common Room suddenly appearing in the dungeons. What is happening to the castle? Will self-appointed detectives Harry and Draco discover what secrets are lying within the walls of Hogwarts...and their hearts?

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A House on Fire, E, 8.4k

Author: p1013/@p1013

For the last five years, Auror Draco Malfoy has walked into his office with hardly a glance at the illusioned window taking up the back wall. It looks out over an imagined London, a perfectly bright and brilliant view of the city that hides the smog and rain and dirt that clings to the city like a patina of time that can never be worn away. It's always a perfect summer's day with soft, white clouds that float through the painfully bright blue sky like a dream. He likes to imagine the gentle breeze that ripples the surface of the Thames brushing across his skin, since he'll never be able to actually feel it. After all, his office is located on the second floor and is, therefore, underground.

Or at least that's what he did before the seventh of October, 2009.

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A Little Bird Told Me, M, 18.6k

Author: Cibee/@cibeewastaken

Harry and his partner are called to investigate a murder that occurred at an exclusive getaway hosted by Muggle patrician Robert Morton in his own house. The surviving six people are now both witnesses and suspects. There is just one problem for Harry: Draco Malfoy is one of them.

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a meeting of minds, M, 8.2k

Author: saltwatergarden

When Harry Potter starts hearing someone else's thoughts for several minutes a day, at first he chalks it up to his own bad luck and he tries to ignore it. But the longer it goes on, the less Harry can ignore it. Whoever it is, the person whose thoughts he's hearing needs help. Harry finds himself indignant at the mistreatment of the man taking up space in his head, and feels a sense of closeness to him that he cannot explain.

How can he find out whose thoughts he's hearing? And what exactly will he do when he finds him?

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Cruel River, T, 67.7k

Author: eleventy7/@tinyhistory

Draco inherits a castle deep in the Scottish highlands, and discovers it’s haunted by more than just ghosts.

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Dear Stranger, T, 22.7k

Author: iero0/@iero0

The one thing more pointless than falling in love with an anonymous wizard over a correspondence is falling in love with Harry Potter when you’re Draco Malfoy.

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Draco Malfoy and the Case of the Smuggled Gossip, T, 6.9k

Author: A_Professional_Protagonist/@aprofessionalprotagonist

It's eighth year and someone is selling gossip about Harry Potter and his friends to the new trashy wizarding tabloid. Can Draco discover how the gossip is getting smuggled out of the castle? Will he and Harry grow closer in the process? Will there be kissing? (Spoilers: yes.)

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For Now, 6.7k, T

Author: Samunderthelights/@samunderthelights

At first when Harry gets sent a mysterious notebook, he thinks it's a gift. But when he starts to write in it, he finds that someone can see what he writes, and the stranger is writing back to him.

Over time he finds himself opening up to the mysterious stranger, but how is he supposed to fully trust him if the stranger won't even tell him his name?

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He makes saints out of sinners, M, 32.8k

Author: miafancies/@miafancies

Harry grows with the turn of the tide. Draco contends with his ghosts.

This is a chronicle of inevitability.

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It might take an army, it might just be me, M, 15.5k

Author: slytherinnbitch/@slytherinnbitch

Five years after the war, Auror Potter goes out on a seemingly routine mission to check up on some pardoned criminals. He doesn’t come back. Immediate suspicions are cast on Draco Malfoy, one of the charges he was to be visiting. But unbeknownst to everyone, the two of them have been in a secret relationship for over six months, and Draco is beside himself with worry and so is Hermione and Ron. Together they try to get their best friend back. But there are surprises on their ways which none of them even expects of.

Can they get their best friend back or is he gone forever?

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Long story short, G, 4.6k

Author: time_streams/@time-streams

Someone's written about Harry's secret raspberry jam recipe. Also, they write fanfiction about him. Obviously, he using his investigative prowess to find them.

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Love's Sake, Evermore, E, 9.6k

Author: wanderingeyre

Someone is doing nice things for Draco and that someone seems to know an awful lot about his habits and favorite things. Draco can't imagine why anyone would do these things for him because he still thinks he has something to prove. Some days he thinks he’s going to spend his entire life spackling over the mistakes of his youth and the sins of his family.

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Memory Lane, T, 9.7k

Author: mortenavida/@mortenavida

Draco Malfoy has been happily living in the Muggle world for nearly a decade, far away from any Wizarding responsibilities they might try to enforce on him. He planned on leaving that world forever, save for making sure his son received a proper education, but things didn’t exactly go to plan. On his doorstep, one night, Harry Potter showed up. Except Harry Potter was supposed to be dead for the last seven years.

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Mine O'Clock, T, 1.2k

Author: PhenomenalAsterisk/@phenomenalasterisk

Harry Potter is missing and Ron and Hermione are going spare.

How can Draco enjoy his lazy weekend with their nonsense cluttering up his front steps?

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[podfic] Potterotica, E, 20min

Podficcer: EvAEleanor/@eva-eleanore

original fic: Potterotica by Elle Gray/@diligent-thunder

The first story, and you could barely call it that, had appeared in the communal bathroom overnight. It was stuck to the mirror, one above each sink, like it was expected people might casually read it while brushing their teeth.

Except, there was nothing casual about reading explicit erotica in a communal bathroom while shoving a lubricated brush in and out of your mouth.Blaise had been the first to find it, or rather, to gleefully admit that he had. He’d burst into the common room in his pants to declare, 'There’s fucking porn in the bathroom!' Someone's writing smut and signing it with Harry's name. Hermione isn't buying it, and she has a plan to expose the true author. She also has her hand in her pants in a wardrobe.

A (ridiculous) response to AO3s (valid) new co-creator rules.

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Repairing his world, M, 34.8k

Author: AhaMarimbas/@mars-bar81

15 years after his father was arrested, Scorpius uncovers his case file at work. Desperate for answers on why his family was torn apart all those years ago, Scorpius looks into what happened. But is he ready for how the new evidence will change his life all over again?

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Reverie in Green, T, 51.7k

Author: dynazty/@dynazty

Draco just wants to get away; Harry just wants his dog back.

There's a small wooden bridge in the middle, somewhere, curved over a stream that never stops flowing. All they have to do is cross it.

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Secret Admirer, E, 12.3k

Author: Cassiopeias_shadow

Fresh out of training, Harry discovers that life as an Auror isn’t at all what he’d imagined - it’s much better actually, and there are stickers. As he settles into the team, a case lands quite literally on his doorstep... who keeps sending the Knight Bus to his house?

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Sleight of Hand, E, 15k

Author: TheStarryKnight/@the-starryknight

It’s another one of these horrid Ministry affairs, and the only interesting thing is twinkling from Draco Malfoy’s finger. Can you really blame Harry for being fascinated by the gorgeous emerald ring and those long, elegant hands, especially when he’s certain Malfoy is up to something?

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[podfic] The Lion, The Dragon, and the Broom Cupboard, E, 1h45min

Podficcer: laughingd0g/@jovialobservationanchor

original fic: The Lion, The Dragon, and the Broom Cupboard by tasteofshapes/@tasteofshapes

Draco thinks he’s hallucinating the first time when he opens the door to the office pantry and finds Potter there instead, looming out of the shadows of what appears to be a cupboard like some deformed gargoyle. Things don’t go much better after that.

Or, three broom cupboards, two times they get it on, and one love story.

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The Mysterious Case of the Missing Yoghurt, E, 24.5k

Author: manixzen/@manixzen

Newly-hired Flying Professor Harry Potter is happy to return to Hogwarts for a fresh start after several failed careers, but nothing is going as planned. His classes are a mess, he has to find a way to work with Draco Malfoy (annoying git extraordinaire) and now, in an act of villainy and depravity, someone keeps stealing his yoghurt.

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Through the Blur, E, 27.7k

Author: anachronic_mai/@danbrokethesoundbarrier

Sleep doesn't come easy to Harry. Despite taking regular doses of Dreamless Sleep for years, he hasn't managed to get rid of the nightmares. Things can't get any worse for him when Potions Master Draco Malfoy comes to him for help after mysterious attacks to his apothecary.

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[podfic] to heal a fracture (to bind a life), M, 33min

Podficcer: bluedreaming/@porcelainsalt

original fic: to heal a fracture (to bind a life) by glittering_git/ @glittering-git; meandminniemcg/@meandminniemcg

Who you gonna call? Harry has become one of the foremost Spiritual Exterminators in Britain. Draco has a spirit that needs extermination. But what seems like a simple problem ends up becoming far more complicated when the spirit is identified. The secrets that are exposed and the history that is uncovered leads both Harry and Draco into uncharted territory.

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To Live & Die in LA, E, 28.8k

Author: fwooshy/@fw00shy

Someone is blackmailing Pansy Parkinson. Pansy's father hires Harry Potter, P.I., to get to the bottom of the scam. But how is Harry's errant ex-boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, involved? And why did Draco run to Los Angeles in the first place?

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Two Hearts Divided, T, 18.6k

Author: iero0/@iero0; Ladderofyears/@ladderofyears

Draco Malfoy, the celebrated Ghost Clearance Expert is in Germany, trying to solve the tricky little matter of a stubborn ghost called Clara von Kellern. Exasperated after trying every spell he knows, Draco sends an owl to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in London, requesting their urgent help.

Little does Draco know that the clerk who willingly grasps his letter is Harry Potter.

Injured in action, Harry enjoys a quiet, deskbound existence and sees Draco’s letters as a bit of excitement to brighten up his dull days. Harry has no idea that investigating Clara’s life, and that of her beau (and potential murderer) Ernst Wernet will lead to the beginnings of a love affair all of his own.

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Violent Delights, E, 20.4k

Author: primaveracerezos/@primavera-cerezos

Draco Malfoy's life should be going very well. He's engaged to a wonderful man and in line for the Head Auror job. He's been made lead investigator on a serial murder case, trying to figure out who is killing off the scum of the wizarding world, one by one. So what if he's kind of miserable? Things always get better.

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Who Put Bella in the Wych Elm?, E, 15.4k

Author: alittlewicked/@undersummerstars

As sad as it was for a family to come to this point: no one would put it past the others to be able to raise their hand and wand against a cousin, an aunt or even a son.

Merlin knows, it had been happening often enough in the House of Black.

So that left the attendees with one question.

Who put Bella in the Wych Elm?

Harry & Draco are Walburga Black's guests at Number 12 Grimmauld Place to find the one, true heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. What had the potential to go terribly wrong, went one step further and culminated in a dead body and twelve suspects.

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#hd cluefest #drarry #drarry fest #draco/harry #drarry fanfic #drarry podfic #hp fest #hp fanfic #hp podfic #masterlist

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robinofinashiro · 3 years

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request from anonymous: “Pieck, Marcel, & Colt are you best friends and they encouraged you to finally ask Reiner out but he ended up saying you where like his baby sister but then a few months pass and Pieck introduces you to Porco and you both immediately realize you like each other, but when Reiner sees the two of you together, he realized he didn’t see you as a sister.”

request status: CLOSED

pairing: porco galliard x fem! reader

“come on! how would you know?” Colt encouraged, “I think I sense him liking you!” you shook your head, trying to get the three to be quiet.

you continued to drink your soda as Pieck put her arm around your shoulder and squeezed it a bit, “listen, I know you might think that we’re wrong but there’s nothing wrong in asking him out? the worst he could say is no!” she tried to explain.

Marcel nodded in agreement. you huffed, seeing Reiner walking onto the campus cafe, heading towards the four of you, “fine, I’ll tell him! it’s like you guys are trying to get rid of the two of us,” you said, half-jokingly and half-nervously.

you walked up to Reiner, his face instantly lighting up in excitement.

“hey! where were you, I saw you in the library and then you were gone!” Reiner exclaimed. you laughed a bit shyly, “uh, I had to meet Marcel for a project but hey, can I talk to you?” you asked, picking at your finger nails.

Reiner nodded his head, pulling you to the side for some privacy. you couldn’t help but smile at him. your crush on Reiner had just begun, however; you felt yourself falling for him every time you were around him. his charisma and overall personality made it hard not too.

“so, I hope that this isn’t too weird but I’ve liked you, kind of for the last few weeks. I was hoping that if maybe you’re interested, you wanted to go out on a date or something?”

you looked at the ground, too nervous to look at him in the eyes. Reiner sighed, putting his hand on your shoulder.

“listen, I love you! I really do but not in the way that you’re hoping. you’re like my sister if you want me to be honest.”

from the table, Marcel, Pieck, and Colt looked at the interaction with hopeful eyes but soon enough, they could see Reiner give you a hug. not the hug they were hoping but the ‘bro’ hug.

Pieck looked at the two boys in panic as they saw you shake your head no at them before telling Reiner something. you tried to contain your tears, feeling the embarrassment come over you like a cyclone.

“I hope this doesn’t change anything in us,” Reiner said. you nodded, trying to keep your smile up, “of course not but I gotta go. I’m having dinner with my parents tonight and I can’t be late,” you whispered.

Reiner could tell you were lying but decided not to say anything as you walked away from him. he felt his heart sink into his stomach at your reaction. a part of him wanted to chase after you but he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. he couldn’t hurt you that way.

later in the night, Reiner tried texting you but you left him on read and eventually he stopped. you were in no mood to talk to the person who straight up sister-zoned you. Pieck and the boys were trying to get your hopes up again but you had left them on read as well, telling them that if it wasn’t for them pressuring you, you wouldn’t have gotten rejected to your face.

Pieck understood where you were coming from but Marcel and Colt didn’t. they thought that maybe Reiner had mixed up his words. it took Pieck to re-explain it to them that Reiner had no genuine feelings for you that they realized they did kind of fucked up.

the weeks following your conversation with Reiner, you actively tried to ignore him. you didn’t completely ghost him as you still tried to sit with him during breaks but the texts and the hangouts after classes were kept to a very bare minimum.

you had eventually forgiven the rest of them for their peer pressure and as a gift for being semi-shitty friends, they promised to take you out and buy anything you wanted to drink. it was the least they could do.

all of you went to the nearest frat party that was approaching. thanks to Colt and Marcel being in the greek lifestyle, they had spoken to the president of their frat to allow you both in. you were going as Marcel’s unofficial date as the party was more of a black tie party that involved all of you to dress up.

a part of you felt excited at the idea of finally going out. you weren’t going to some sleezy party with drunk freshman’s laying around. this seemed like a formal party, one where everything was going to be mellow and chill for most of the night.

Marcel had mentioned in passing that the president of the frat was related in some way so it didn’t take as much persuading as Colt had mentioned to get the both of you in.

“where’s the party?” you asked Marcel as you buckled yourself in. he gave you his phone, “it’s at Marina Shores. it’s a formal party for the finalist of this semesters rusher’s and since the president is my brother, he didn’t mind both of you coming,” he explained more in detail.

you gave Marcel a look, “both of you are in it?” you asked the boys. they nodded, showing you their small fraternity pins in their coat jackets, “wow, had no idea,” you murmured.

the rest of the ride was just filled with small talk until all of you arrived at the venue. the night was a bit cold, air chilly with the October breeze that was blowing. you held onto Marcel’s arm as the camera took photos of the four of you for ‘press’ as they called it.

upon entering the party, everyone was talking amongst each other. you walked with Pieck straight to the buy as she offered to buy you your first wine of the night. Marcel headed towards his brother, telling him that all of you had finally arrived.

“so, where’s the poor girl you had to drag here?” he asked, taunting him. Colt however was the one who pointed you out, “she’s the one in the white skirt and striped top,” Colt said.

Porco scanned the bar until he found you. he felt his cheeks go warm as he immediately tried to cover his face. unbeknownst to you and Porco, Pieck saw the look he gave you and smiled to herself. she knew that you weren’t actively looking for anyone but you were on the brink of downloading Tinder again so she figured, why not give the two of you a shot.

Pieck excused herself to the ‘bathroom’ and made a beeline to where Porco and everyone else was. she gave her friend a smile, “hey, why don’t I introduce you to one of my friends?” she asked, trying not to make anything too suspicious.

Porco nodded, figuring that maybe it was one of her other friends but as soon as he realized it was you, he tried to get away, claiming he needed to watch over the party, in which Pieck immediately disagreed and continued to drag him over.

“hey ( your name ), have you met my friend Porco?” she asked. you looked up from your phone, looking up to see who it was. you smiled, your lips were tight as you shook his hand, “hi, I’m ( your name ), nice to meet you!” you said.

you couldn’t deny, Pieck’s group of friends were extremely attractive and almost instantly, you realized who he was, “you’re Marcel’s brother, right?” you asked, trying to ease the tension. he nodded, “yeah, do you know him?” he replied. “yeah! we’re partners in our English 380w class!” you exclaimed.

Pieck slowly walked over to the two boys, who were now surprised that Porco was talking to you so easily. the two of you seemed to be very engrossed in whatever the conversation was about.

“wow, they seemed to have clicked fairly easily!” Colt said, realizing that the two of you had been talking for over a little of half an hour, “yeah, that’s surprising, especially for Porco,” Marcel interjected.

Pieck smiled at the two of you.

“figured they would.”

two weeks had passed since the night of the formal party. you had gotten Porco’s number at the end of the night and not even a week later, he invited you to get dinner with him. having nothing to lose, you accepted and went.

from then on, you really stayed with Porco and a few of his friends. Pieck was more than happy that you had essentially moved on from Reiner as Marcel felt like gagging at the idea of Porco dating his poor innocent friend.

“hey, where’s ( your name ),” Reiner asked Colt. he pointed over to the table where all the rowdy people were at, “she’s with Porco, they’ve been getting close lately,” he mentioned off-handedly.

Reiner’s eyebrows fluttered in confusion, seeing Porco putting his arm around you as you leaned into his touch made him feel something at the pit of his stomach.

“they’re dating?” Reiner asked him, now fully sitting down at the table, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was staring at you and Porco. Colt nodded as he continued to write his notes, “yeah. they met at one of his frat’s formal parties a few weeks ago and have been seeing each other nearly every day since. I think if they’re not already in a relationship, they’re going to be soon,” he explained.

Reiner now knew he couldn’t say anything but his emotions were running wild. he was happy for you, that he could admit too. you had finally moved on, kissing Porco on the cheek as he chuckled and relayed the kiss back to you. the one thing that was annoying him however was the fact that he felt wrong for feeling jealous.

he was the one who denied you. Reiner put you in the sister-zone and since then, he hadn’t really spoken to you since but jealous feeling he was actually going through at the moment clearly meant that he didn’t actually mean what he said.

Reiner knew at the end of the day, he couldn’t stop you. you had moved on. you were now in the arms of another guy and you were there because he put you there. he could admit his feelings to you all he wanted but by now, you probably finally saw him as a brother or just a distant friend and there wasn’t much he could do about it.

#attack on titan #attack on titan imagine #attack on titan x reader #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyojin imagine #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk #porco galliard #porco galliard imagine #porco galliard x reader #porco galliard x you #anime #anime imagines #anime imagine

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morifinwes · 3 years

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Lauraa I finished all the fics, apart from decay (currently reading that now) and I love it sm! Especially the lip gloss one lmao the whole thing was so hilarious to me XD but also like the concept of lwj wearing lipgloss is >>> -yibobibo

@yibobibo then i'm going to rec you some more!! the lip gloss one was !!!!! ajsksks yes!! lwj wearing lipgloss is just so!! good!!

modern

this one is the painful one i talked about:

visitations by var_abelasan (12K, wip, divorced wangxian, post divorce, most of this is angst, uhm lowkey don't but also do want wangxian to end up together, it's messy, the jiangs & lans are shitty, wwx was in prison (brief mentions of that but it's kind of a major plot point), mxy & xy are the little brothers he never wanted but wwx picked them up anyways)

"Wei Ying-" Lan Zhan says, stutters, "I'm sorry."

And now Wei Wuxian sees it, the red rimming Lan Zhan's eyes, the rumpled edges of his blazer. There is an old, familiar urge for him to reach over, to hold Lan Zhan's hand and smooth his hair, to tell him that everything will be fine.

"We're all a bit sorry about this, I think," he says instead, and finds that he means it. For Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji and everyone else in that Guanyin temple, the pain must be unbearably fresh, like skin just flayed open. But Wei Wuxian's chest had been cracked open a long time ago, his wounds licked and cauterized and sewn shut over five long years - Ever hurting, but a dull, constant ache, "It's really alright, Lan Zhan."

Five years after being accused of corporate espionage and losing everything, the Guanyin Scandal breaks open and Wei Wuxian finds a familiar face at his door.

please don't let me be misunderstood by sysrae (3K, partly deaf!wwx, lwj notices, nobody else does though, idk wwx is like made out of fucking steel or some shit)

Lan Wangji has known Wei Ying for a fortnight, the first time he sees him get hit by a car.

light by redkosmos (10K, blind!lwj, which causes angst, but they manage it, best friends to lovers, fluff, lwj being insecure and feeling like a burden, college au kind of? but it doesn't matter too much)

The realization slowly dawns on him.

He can never again see the brightness of Wei Ying's eyes, the way they crescent when he smiles, never again see the rich black of his hair, the mess of it in the early mornings, never again see the beautiful tan of his skin, the beauty of the scars and marks adorned on it, how he wears his clothes, how it hugs his frame beautifully, how he looks like he's adorably swimming in cloth when he wears Lan Zhan's, and-

(Lan Zhan loses his vision in a car accident and learns to cope with it.)

don't leave me by trippinonskies (19K, brief very brief mention of lwj cheating, he doesn't but wwx is afraid lwj is cheating on him or just wants to break up with him, (he doesn't), marriage proposal, lwj acting distant = wwx's insecurities show up, fluff, angst and comfort)

Lan Zhan! Where are you lost today?” Wei Wuxian finally asks, at the end of his patience.

Lan Zhan looks a little guilty as he looks at Wei Wuxian, “Sorry, just a lot of work to deal with.”

Lie.

If there is one thing Lan Zhan can’t do, it’s lying. Especially to Wei Wuxian. But he doesn’t question Lan Zhan. He just accepts the reply, too scared to know that he is right. Too scared to know the truth.

// or where Lan Zhan is too hung up in planning the perfect proposal and ends up accidently ignoring Wei Wuxian making the other think that he wants to break up //

want you closer by xiaobucephalus ((3K, HORSES, only in the background tho, but wwx is an equestrian vet, which is so fucking valid bro, the lans own horses, a sick bunny, lwj the bunny parent!, super cute, dark bay throughoutbred chenqing is honestly so valid)

“Thank you,” Lan Zhan said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“Don’t thank me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying laughed again, his voice warming the chill of fear that had settled in his chest. “I’ve been looking for an excuse to get into your hutch for a while anyway.”

safe in your thoughts by anonymous (20K, it's a cherry magic au???? (i haven't watched it, but you have i think?), horny lwj but only for wwx (always for wwx))

Wei Wuxian learns three very important things on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday.

One, that Lan Wangji is ridiculously funny, which Wei Wuxian had known before but what Wei Wuxain hadn’t expected was Lan Wangji to be funny at his brother’s expense.

Two, that Wei Wuxian had finally gone mad, absolutely mental at the ripe age of twenty seven because nothing else would explain the third thing he had learnt.

Third, and the most unbelievable of the lot, that Lan Wangji wants to fuck him.

iura by yoo_im_finally_writing (1K, only added bcs op is right and wwx would've the cutest german accent, it's more fun if you understand german so hit me up if you want translations for the german sentences)

Wei Ying calls in the middle of the night to talk about German law, and Lan Zhan tries very hard not to fall asleep. Or at least, not to let Wei Ying notice he's falling asleep. (As best friends do.)

breathe in the air, the last of its kind by wereworm / @neverdoingmuch (27K, getting together, jealous!lwj, but also kind of supportive, brief mention of cheating bcs of miscommunication, no actual cheating tho, college au, lwj pov)

Following Wei Ying’s line of sight, Lan Wangji can barely prevent a smile from crossing his lips when he sees the short row of rabbit statuettes placed at the front of the display. Silver, with bright gems for eyes, they look elegant yet lively and animated.

“A-Yuan would love one of those,” Wei Ying murmurs, almost as if to himself.

Lan Wangji frowns; the rabbits, while cute, don’t seem like a suitable gift for Wei Ying’s A-Yuan.

...

It’s only when he glances back at the rabbits and notices what has been placed on display behind them, that the pieces fall into place. They’re engagement rings, there’s no doubt about it. Lan Wangji feels his heart sink – Wei Ying isn’t just dating A-Yuan, he wants to propose to him.

Or: the five times Lan Wangji thinks that A-Yuan is Wei Ying’s boyfriend and the one time he learns the truth.

paint smears on sunny days by snowshadowao3 / @angstsexual (53K, getting together, art teacher!wwx, single parent!lwj, they're rich if i remember right, wwx & lwj are both good with kids!!!, this is so good actually, fluff)

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever.

He comes close, though.

By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal.

What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger.

“Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!”

Lan Wangji stops in his tracks.

(Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

no bunny compares by gusucloudbunny (4K, god this is cute, fluff)

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian cornered his friend one week before his birthday. “If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?”

Lan Wangji furrowed his brow at Wei Wuxian, not exactly sure how to answer that question in a truthful manner that didn’t involve confessing his undying love for his best friend.

Wei Wuxian is on a mission to get Lan Wangji the perfect gift for his birthday. What Wei Wuxian doesn't know is that the only thing Lan Wangji truly wants is him.

wei wuxian's week of realizing things by photojenny (12K, i have read this multiple times, i always forget what happens, idk why but my notes say it's good, the tags say drunkji makes an appearance and i'm always up for that)

"Lan Zhan, do you like Mianmian?" asked Wei Wuxian.

Lan Wangji blinked, and stared. It was not the first time Lan Wangji had questioned the perceptiveness of the boy he had a crush on. Wei Wuxian had been smart in the class they had taken together. Yet time and time again, Wei Wuxian had tested the old wisdom that there are no stupid questions.

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Lan Wangji must figure out how to confess when Wei Wuxian is the most oblivious person he's ever met.

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (1K, crack, fluff, lwj stop flirting with a stranger, even if he is your husband, drunkji but make it to max level)

Lan Zhan wakes up and he has no idea where he is.

There are bright lights and his jaw hurts, he doesn't who this man next to his bed is but oh he might be in love, maybe, probably, definitely.

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based off that guy-forgets-who-his-wife-is-and-hits-on-her vid but its wangxian.

beep! goes his heart by wearing_tearing (3K, fluff, lwj is like "he, he likes me right? he likes me" and everyone is like "yes, yes he does")

“Wei Ying’s heart monitor,” Lan Wangji starts.

Wen Qing blinks at him. “Yes?”

“It beeps.”

“That’s… what they generally do, yes.”

“The beeps change,” Lan Wangji continues, “when others are around.”

Wei Ying’s heart only sings for Lan Wangji.

canon

obedient and bellicose by thunderwear (19K, lwj is cursed by the lan elders, they notice too late, fix-it fic kind of?, lqr being a good uncle and lxc is a good brother, wwx accidentally uses the curse but he doesn't know about it)

It took Lan Wangji a long time to realize he was cursed. Too long really, anyone else would have noticed so much sooner. The problem was, he liked following the rules.

Ella Enchanted AU that no one needed but I wanted.

hello my old heart, how have you been? by ravenditefairylights (10K, amnesia, fluff, wwx taking care of lwj, so much fluff and softness, angst too but not that much)

The issue is, Lan Wangji brings his thoughts back before they stray too far, that it is impossible for someone to be in his bed, unless Lan Wangji himself invited them. He has not. He would remember doing so, and besides, all his night clothes are still on and there is no headache to imply that he was inebriated last night. No, the situation is simple.

There is someone in Lan Wangji’s bed. It is impossible for anyone to be in Lan Wangji’s bed, and yet that doesn’t seem to have stopped the stranger.

or lan wangji wakes up, and wei ying is there. he doesn't understand how or why, and he can understand even less why his hallucination of wei ying is so insistent on bathing him, and braiding his hair, on holding him and fixing his clothes. why the hallucination of wei ying seems so happy to see him.

teach me the way by likeafox (58K, rogue cultivator!wwx, horny wangxian, lwj wants wwx to teach him how to be a good lover, ....wwx is a virgin, the porn is the plot, but there's less of it than i thought)

"I do not wish to leave my future spouse… dissatisfied with my intimate knowledge,” Lan Zhan says, very seriously. “I am hoping to find an instructor, to better prepare myself for such matters."

Wei Ying feels his mouth drop open. He's pretty sure the Second Jade of Lan just told him he's a virgin who wants to learn how to do sex good.

Rogue Cultivator Wei Wuxian is the stuff of local legends. Some of those legends are even true! The ones about his tremendous experience in bed, on the other hand, are not so true. Which becomes a problem when Lan Wangji, on the verge of an arranged marriage and worried he won’t know how to please his future spouse, enlists Wei Ying's help to teach him the art of love-making. Wei Ying's great at improvisation, though, and is pretty sure he's got this sex mentor thing under control. What could possibly go wrong

other aus

of god: my love unholy by tunnelodfawn (3K, tw blood / war, dark!lwj, god!wwx, kind of poetry)

Lan Zhan takes everything as a sign from his god. The blood staining his fingertips—a holy anointment. He sanctifies himself through blood. The strings of his guqin gleam red in the sun—a divine blessing. This is an instrument of destruction. A single note—a cry of power—and in this note the voice of his god unravels the earthly threads tethering man to earth.

The Yiling Patriarch blesses Lan Zhan with war. Wei Wuxian blesses Lan Zhan with agility. Wei Ying blesses Lan Zhan with love.

The base of the Yiling Patriarch’s shrine is the home of Lan Zhan’s knees. He worships. There is something of the blasphemous and the unholy in his prayers. He prays not for victory but for the sight of Wei Ying. Bless me with your presence, he begs.

Or, wherein, Lan Zhan bridges the gap between the mortal and the divine—the worshipper and the god—with blood.

the river and the sea by sasamelons / @sasamelons (7K, soulmate au, arranged marriage (wangxian with each other), they're both kind of dumb but i love it)

Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, wishing to just be left alone. "I am looking for my soulmate," he ground out.

"Oh."

It took Lan Wangji a few moments to realize that Wei Wuxian had stopped following him. When he looked back, the other boy seemed to be frozen to the spot, eyes wide and lips still parted. He quickly looked away when he saw Lan Wangji looking back. "I see. Well, have a good trip!"

At six years old, Lan Zhan met his soulmate on the streets of Yiling and promptly lost him again.

At sixteen years old, Lan Wangji met his betrothed and was determined not to like him.

#so...i realized i forgot to check the things i already listed but? i tried to avoid listing fics twice?#yes i've mostly been reading oneshots these past few weeks idk why but i can't seem to find any long fics #or at least not ones that i like #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #wangxian fics #mdzs #mdzs fic #cql fic #the untamed #aamna tag #we're almost through the rec list now? i have so much open but idk why i add so few #i'm just really picky when it comes to which ones to write down and which ones not #and then this became a kind of comfort list?#idk?#but also ANGST #not Angst but ANGST #fun fact: Angst means fear in german

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thatsamericano · 3 years

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To Be a Gardener in Love with a Prince

Pairing/Characters: America/Romano, Prussia cameo. Human AU.

Ratings/Warnings: Teen, for cursing. No warnings.

Word Count: 2440

Summary: Savino makes a flower delivery in the middle of the night as he usually does, but this time Alfred wakes up.

A/N: For @aphrarepairweek2021 Day 2, “Royalty.” Inspired by this popular text post, which screams Romerica to me.

Savino checked to make sure that the small bouquet of thornless roses he’d prepared earlier were securely strapped to his chest as he approached the castle entrance. Gilbert, the palace guard, raised a single pale eyebrow him.

“Again, Savi? What is this, the third time this week?”

Savino scowled at him. “Shut up.”

Gilbert laughed and got in position to lift him up towards the first foothold on the stone wall. “You know, it might be easier to just tell Prince Alfred how you feel. That way you wouldn’t have to climb into his bedroom every night just to leave him flowers.”

Savino grunted and stretched up to place his hand over a balcony ledge. “If I wanted your advice, I would’ve fucking asked.”

Gilbert turned back to watch the area outside the castle. “Whatever you say, Romeo.”

Savino frowned to himself as he leveraged himself up onto the balcony. Gilbert’s comparison was strangely apt. They weren’t from feuding families, but he had about as much chance with Prince Alfred as Romeo and Juliet had of ending up together. Alfred was the eldest prince, born with more wealth and power than most people could even contemplate. Savino was just the guy who’d been hired to tend to the plants in the castle’s garden.

Alfred was pretty strange, as far as royalty went. Savino had been kicked around a lot in his life, and most people from the upper class wouldn’t bother to speak to him, because they thought a title and inherited wealth made them better than a mere commoner like Savino, especially one who got soil under their fingernails each day from toiling in a garden. But Alfred wasn’t like that. They’d met one day while Alfred was guiding his horse back to the stables, and Savino had bowed and called him “Your Royal Highness,” as he had been trained to his entire life. Alfred had chuckled, told Savino he could stand, and that he was more comfortable being called “Alfred,” and that he didn’t think he was better than anyone else just because he was a prince. The entire encounter was bizarre as hell, especially when Alfred shook his hand and asked who Savino was like they were equals.

The next day, he came back, just to chat and get to know the new gardener better. Alfred asked him questions about the seaside town he’d been born in, his life, and his family, and he seemed genuinely interested in everything Savino had to say. Alfred kept visiting, and he talked about himself too, but not in a pompous or arrogant way. Usually it was funny anecdotes about his younger brother, his parents, or the boring meetings he had to attend. Occasionally, he’d complain about how he kept getting offers of marriages on behalf of princesses from other countries. Alfred didn’t want to marry some girl he’d met only once or twice simply because it would create an advantageous political alliance.

“Who would you wanna marry?” Savino had asked him once.

Alfred frowned thoughtfully. “I dunno. Someone who likes me, and I like her. Someone I can talk to for hours on end without getting bored, the way I can talk to you. Someone who makes me feel excited when I wake up, because I know I’ll get to see them that day.”

“You want to marry for love, then,” Savino concluded.

“Doesn’t everybody?”

It was at that point Savino realized that, against all his preconceived notions, Alfred had become one of his closest friends at the castle. A few months after that, he came to the painful realization that he’d fallen in love with a goddamn prince. It didn’t have anything to do with some silly fantasy about rising above his current station. He just loved Alfred, for his carefree smile, windswept blond hair, the way he’d take an extra pastry from the kitchen to make sure Savino got to eat lunch in the afternoons, and all those times he got down on his hands and knees to pull weeds out of a flowerbed with Savino just because he “looked like he could use a little help.” He loved Alfred’s tight hugs, his hilariously accurate impression of the king, the glee in Alfred’s voice when he called out for “Vinny,” the nickname he’d given Savino only a couple weeks after they’d first met, and the fact that Alfred had been so happy he’d bounced on his feet after Savino started calling him Fredo.

If Alfred had been a knight or a stable boy, Savino would have tried to figure out if he could be interested in men romantically. And then, if it seemed like a real possibility, he would have done something about his feelings. As it was, Alfred was so far out of his league that all Savino could do was pick a few flowers and leave him anonymous bouquets while he was sleeping. A confession of any kind was completely out of the realm of possibility.

After reaching that first balcony, Savino had to do a bit more careful climbing to reach the highest window, which led into the prince’s bedroom. Every time he delivered flowers to Alfred, Savino wished he could get into the castle like a normal person instead of risking life and limb. Unfortunately, Gilbert was the only guard Savino trusted not to run to the king and alert him about an intruder “harassing” his oldest son. If he was accused of trying to harm a member of the royal family, Savino could be sentenced to death, and Alfred’s protestations might not be enough to save him.

Savino wiggled through the open window, grateful that Alfred habitually left his window up in the warm summer evenings as he slept. Savino couldn’t have delivered his flowers if Alfred hadn’t been quite so trusting.

The room was dark, and he only had a bit of moonlight to guide him. But after so many clandestine visits, Savino was familiar with the layout of Alfred’s bedroom, and he was confident that he could tiptoe across the plush, carpeted floor, locate the empty vase on the third shelf of Alfred’s bookcase, leave his roses, and then retreat without Alfred having any clue he was ever here.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t counting on a footstool to be placed directly in the shadow cast by Alfred’s enormous four-poster bed. Savino stubbed his toe on the damn footstool, and hissed instead of screeching out a curse like he normally would have at the unexpected, sharp pain.

The bedcovers rustled as Alfred slowly began to wake up. “What’s going on? Who’s there?”

Savino clenched his jaw and silently prayed Alfred wouldn’t see him. If he just stayed perfectly still and didn’t breathe too loudly, maybe Fredo would assume he’d been dreaming and go back to sleep. Then Savino could get the fuck out of here with some shred of dignity left.

Too late. Alfred shifted up into a sitting position and reached over to the side table for his glasses. He put them on and squinted through the darkness. “Vinny?” he asked. “Is that you?”

Savino coughed and tried to deepen his voice. “It doesn’t matter who I am. Just go back to sleep.”

“It is you!” Alfred grinned, shoved the covers back, and bounded towards him with a remarkable amount of energy for someone who’d just woken up only a few seconds ago. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? Did you need to talk to me about something?”

“I… uh…” Savino couldn’t figure out what to say, and he couldn’t figure out where to look. His best friend, who he was hopelessly in love with, was wondering why Savino had snuck into his room long past midnight. If he looked up, he would see Alfredo’s goofy, oblivious smile and his hair that was mussed adorably from being rubbed across his pillow while he slept. If he cast his gaze eye level or lower, he would be looking at the prince’s goddamn silk pajamas. Anything he saw would be too intimate or too much.

Alfred stepped even closer and tilted his head down. “Dude, are those… roses? Why would you have roses strapped to your chest?”

Savino squeezed his eyes shut and hoped Alfred couldn’t see how close he was to bursting into tears. “I can explain, Fredo, I swear.”

Alfred gasped. “Oh my God! You’re the one who’s been leaving flowers in my room! I can’t believe this!”

“I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t my place, and I had no right to—"

Savino couldn’t even stutter out a full apology, because the next thing he knew, Alfred was hugging him and giggling in his ear. Not only hugging him and giggling, but picking Savino up and spinning him around in the air.

After several rotations, he finally set a baffled, dizzy Savino back down on his feet. Alfred shifted back a little to beam down at him, but kept his hands lightly resting on Savino’s waist for reasons Savino couldn’t begin to fathom.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was trying to apologize,” Savino said slowly, to emphasize the words. “For breaking into your private bedroom. For giving you gifts that are a little strange for friends to give each other, no matter how close they are.” Maybe Alfred had missed the romantic subtext of everything he’d done? It was the only explanation Savino could think of for why he was reacting like this.

Alfred shook his head, still smiling. “Vinny, dude, you don’t have to apologize for that. The next time you want to come into my room, you can just ask. I don’t want you breaking your neck trying to climb a wall or something.”

“But what about the, um…”

“The flowers? I had no idea it was you. I mean, you are the gardener here, so it makes sense, but when Mattie brought it up to me, I was like nah, no way. Vinny’s way too cute and charming to go for someone like me. He could have anyone he wanted.”

Savino’s head was spinning, and his heart was pounding, but not from anxiety this time. “You’ve told your brother about me?”

“Heck, I’ve told everyone about you. I’m pretty sure they’re sick of hearing me talk about you so much. But the only people I’ve told everything to are Mattie and my manservant, Tolys. The rest of them would try to tell me I shouldn’t be in love with you, either because you’re a gardener or because you’re not a girl. I’d rather not have to hear their stupid opinions about you, because they don’t know shit.”

“You… you love me?” It sounded fake when Savino said it out loud, but he was only repeating what Fredo had just told him.

Alfred frowned, suddenly looking worried and insecure. “Was I not supposed to say that? I didn’t misread everything, did I? Were those just friendship flowers?”

Savino shook his head, crying and laughing at the same time. “Tesoro, there’s no such thing.”

“Oh, good. Does that mean I can kiss you now?”

Savino answered him by planting his hands on Alfred’s shoulders and leaning up to kiss him. Alfred smiled into the kiss and tightened his grip on Alfred’s shoulders. The roses were crushed in between them, but for the moment he had more important things to focus on.

By the time Savino broke the kiss, they were both grinning stupidly at each other. “Wow, we should’ve done that a long time ago,” Alfred said.

Savino laughed. “It would’ve been easier than climbing into your room to leave flowers all those times.”

Alfred reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “I’m not sure how, but I’m gonna figure out a way to be with you. Before we met, I’d resigned to marrying some random princess for political reasons. The best I could’ve hoped was learning how to like her eventually. But now I know what it’s like to be happy, to be with you, and I’m too selfish to give that up. I won’t.”

Savino swallowed a lump in his throat. “Even if it meant you’d have to give up everything else in your life?”

“Even then.” He brushed a featherlight kiss over Savino’s temple. “You’re worth it, sweetheart.”

Savino’s logical side told him he shouldn’t believe Alfred, because he was making ridiculous promises no one in his position would actually keep. But the way he was treating him so softly and the way he’d called him sweetheart made Savino believe him. He smiled as he pulled back and walked over to Alfred’s bookcase. He unwrapped the roses from their makeshift wrapping and arranged them in Alfred’s empty vase.

“The flowers I got you are horribly squished, by the way.”

“Well, that’s okay. I’d rather get squished flowers from you than unsquished flowers from anyone else.”

That sentiment was so adorably, earnestly Alfred that Savino couldn’t help himself. As soon as he walked back to Alfred, he kissed him again, and Alfred eagerly reciprocated.

“I guess this is goodbye, for now. I need to sneak back out before another guard comes on duty.”

Alfred tipped his forehead against his, and they swayed back and forth in a slow mimicry of a dance. “I’ll help you sneak in tomorrow. If you come by earlier, you’ll get to stay for longer.”

He’d love that. He loved Alfredo, and it was complicated, but no longer hopeless. He backed up towards the open window, and Alfred walked with him. “I love you, Fredo. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I love you too. Will you be safe getting down?”

“I’ll be fine. Go to sleep.”

Alfred peered out the window as Savino climbed out the window and very carefully descended down the castle wall. He was still standing by the window by the time Savino had made it to the ground, and he only left after Savino waved to indicate that he had made it down safely.

Gilbert smirked at Savino as he was walking past him. “Another successful flower delivery?”

Savino shrugged. “The flowers were a little squished, but I don’t think Alfredo will mind.” I’d rather get squished flowers from you than unsquished flowers from anyone else. Savino grinned at the memory of what Alfred had said. He probably wouldn’t be able to stop smiling for at least a week.

Gilbert’s chortling followed Savino as he walked down the well-worn path between his own small house and the castle where Alfred and his family slept. His smile stayed with him even longer, until he was drifting off to sleep in his own bed.

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steviemae · 4 years

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unexpected // caliban

Anonymous: Would you be able to write a Caliban x reader where the reader is pretty innocent and the opposite of Caliban and they're secretly dating and it accidentally gets revealed when the gang is arguing? If that makes sense. You don't have to!

You rushed to open the front door as the frantic knocking pounded through your house. Pulling it open, you were met with an out of breath and pretty panicked Theo.

“Theo? What’s going on?” You stepped out onto the porch, placing your hands on Theo’s shoulders to get him to sit down in the chair. Theo shook his head, shaking your hands off.

“I’m sorry we keep dragging you into all the drama, but we need you. You’re the only level headed one of us and right now, we’re all panicking.” Theo rushed.

“Let me put on some shoes, you can catch me up on the way.” You walked back into your house, grabbing some sneakers. You usually tried to stay out of things. The less drama for you, the better. But being friends with Sabrina meant weird things always happened. Things you couldn’t even begin to understand. Of course, you loved Sabrina and the rest of the gang. You would do anything for them. They were your best friends, but sometimes it was all a little too much for you. That didn’t stop you from helping whenever they needed you.

As you drove to Harvey’s house, Theo caught you up on everything. Roz was turned to stone by some pagan Medusa. Caliban and Sarbrina went to find some spell that could turn Roz back, but they came back to find Roz in pieces. That’s why they need you — to help put Roz back together. Everyone was overwhelmed and scared and they needed someone there to calm everyone down. You being that person.

When you pulled in, you and Theo rushed to the garage to put Roz back together. You and Sabrina put the pieces together on a table in the shape of Roz while Harvey, Theo and Robin searched the entire garage to make sure they had every piece. The spell wouldn’t work unless she was all there.

“I think that’s all of them Harvey. She looks whole again.” You said, stepping back to do a once over of your best friend. A whoosh of warmth made your hair fly into your face. You pushed the strands of hair away, catching the eye of Caliban who was holding a jar of something.

“That all of her?” He asked, sitting the jar on the table next to Roz’s head. Harvey nodded, telling him that they tore apart the whole garage. He opened the jar of what you assumed was some kind of glue to hold her together. You grabbed paint brushes off of the shelf nearby, handing one to everyone.

“We’ll need to take her to the place where you shared your first kiss. Do you know where that is?” He asked once Roz was glued back together.

“Of course. At the school the night of the Valentine’s Day dance.” Harvey answered.

“Is it close?” Caliban asked, earning a nod from everyone in response.

“Put her in the truck, Harvey. I’ll take Caliban to the school to make sure the coast is clear. The last thing we need is to get caught.” You said grabbing your keys out of your pocket.

“I’ll come too. There’s not going to be enough room for four people in Harvey’s truck.” Sabrina said, following the two of you to the car.

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“She’s not going to be scarred, is she?” Harvey asked as he kneeled in front of Roz.

“No, she won’t. Now all you have to do is read this and make your offering — your love for Rosalind.” Caliban handed him a piece of paper. Harvey was hesitant at first, but did what he had to do to get Roz back. You watched, heartbreaking for both Harvey and Roz. How was Harvey going to explain to Roz that they can no longer be together in the way that they want to be? All because the pagan’s want to wreak havoc on the town of Greendale.

After Harvey kissed Roz, she remained stone.

“Your offer was rejected.” Caliban said, “you must not truly love her. There’s something or someone else.” This was enough to send Harvey over the edge. He jumped up, shoving Caliban roughly into the lockers nearby. You and Sabrina yelled for the two of them to stop.

“Why would I lie?” Caliban yelled, “why would I lie and risk hurting y/n?”

“Caliban, stop.” You yelled, pushing him away from Harvey. You weren’t quick enough as Harvey’s fist connected with Caliban’s face.

“Harvey, what the hell?” You said, your hand reached up to look Caliban's face over. Forgetting for a second that he was made of clay and there wouldn’t be a mark. He shoves you off gently, teeth gritting as he spewed venom at Harvey.

“Strike me again mortal and I’ll grind every bone in your body to sand.”

“Caliban, no you won’t. Both of you stop.” You grabbed Caliban’s arm, forcefully tugging him away from Harvey while Sabrina stood in front of Harvey to stop him from taking a step forward.

“What did you say about y/n?” Theo asked. He and Robin stayed by Roz watching as the fight broke out.

“I said, why would I lie and hurt y/n? That’s her best friend. I’m going to do everything i can to help, but it’s not my fault your offering was rejected. That’s on you.” Caliban was calmer now. His hand in yours as you squeezed it gently, waiting for your friends to react to what Caliban said.

“That guy you kept talking about. The dates, the gifts left at your locker. That was Caliban?” Sabrina asked. Her eyebrows were creased as she processed the information. Y/n nodded in response, afraid to speak out loud and start another fight.

“Why didn’t you just tell us, y/n? We’re your friends.” Theo asked, seeming a bit hurt that y/n had kept something from them.

“Everyone was so busy with their own problems, I didn't want there to be any trouble. I know you guys don’t really like him, but i do and i wanted things to be simple for one.”

“I can honestly say i never expected him to be the kind of guy you went for, but if you’re happy, so am i.” Theo walked over, pulling you into a hug, assuring you that everything was fine between the two of you.

“Um sorry i punched your boyfriend in the face, y/n.” Harvey said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“If everyone’s cool now, i think i might have a solution to the stone problem.” Robin announced, breaking up the moment.

#caliban imagines #caliban x reader #caliban imagine #caliban #caos fanfiction #caos imagines #chilling adventures of sabrina imagines #chilling adventures of sabrina

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inkla-kirisame · 4 years

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If someone was flirting with you

Context: you and your partner were having a couple time but they go for something, when they turned around, they saw a womanizer flirting with you, they also had a little revenge against them

Warnings: revenge (mostly nuclear, supernova and black hole) and language

Side note: I wanted to add Lisa, the Gunnhildr sisters, Am-, I mean, Fischl, but I didn’t have any idea of how to make them, I also wanted to add Beidou, I guess there will be a second part. Also, it not a Yandere headcanon, just jealousy and warth

Diluc

Oh, the irony....

He might have fire vision but he can and will treat that person so coldly that it could bring Snezhnaya to a second (or third) age of ice

Even Kaeya is scared of this, and knows very well not to flirt with his brother’s partner or else he would be dead

“Hold my grape juice”

He goes for something he saved for this time

The poor guy literally when to hell that day

Turns out, Diluc himself served him his strongest wine with a little surprise (read as: laxatives, some poison for rats and who knows what)

The cost of this was that (Y/N) didn’t talk to him for a long period

Extra: the guy might lost some value things that night and things that didn’t belong to him were there, he also got a visit from the Knights of favonius... by an anonymous report

Razor

Between the persons you don’t want to piss, is him, he might look sweet but with his family (or pack) he goes ballistic, with his partner is worse

When he saw someone flitting with... oh boy, he was seeing CRISMON

The next thing you know is that Razor is punching this guy in his face, not caring if he is going to kill that guy

You managed to turn him away from him, he immediately went from berserk wolf mode to worried puppy mode

You thanked him but also scolded him from that

The wolfs always haunted him when being in the forest

Venti

He was mad but managed to control himself

“(Y/N), dear, I’m so happy to see you” he said trying to hold his anger... but he was boiling inside

“A bard? Is this your fucking boyfriend?” The guy maniacally laughed “he looks like a girl!!!” Venti was about to shut him up but you were faster than him

Long story short: you broke his nose and went home with Venti

He might be the god of freedom, but this wasn’t free from his warth

The next day, his whole house ended up in the ocean and all his money ended up with the fatui as “a gift to the Tsaritsa, from B.”

The guy was loaded with moras and hated the fatui like most people, he only knew that his money and jewelry ended with them because he saw them talking about the mysterious donator

“Oh, my, did you find it out so quickly? My bad”

He turned around and saw the Anemo Archon, Barbatos, before him, but now that he looked close to him... he was that bard with the girl/boy he tried to bang

Yep, you fuck up, buddy

Every time he saw you or Venti, he would tremble and see you like the Stormterror was going to eat him

He might not be someone who enjoys the misfortune of others, but damn, Venti enjoyed every time he saw that guy trembling, knowing that he learned his lesson

Xiao

NEVER flirt with the girl of a guy that lived so many years and still look young because he is a deity (or semi), that is known to kill thing that can destroy a whole city, that lost almost all of his friends and/or family and that his girlfriend is so precious to him

But some people... aren’t that smart...

He saw you and this guy who was eating almond tofu, YOUR HOMEMADE ALMOND TOFU, but that wasn’t the worst, he was trying to kiss you and flirt with you IN FRONT OF HIS FACE

There was one thing he was happy about this and it was that you defended yourself and tried to push him away, telling him that you have a partner and you were happy with him, it prove to him that you were so loyal to him despite being ausent, he was going to repaid it to you later

He appeared behind you and put one around your shoulder and said “get away from my partner, now”

He obviously made his life miserable, lost his home, money, family and other things, the guy almost sore that a man with a demon mask always saw him and that he was smiling

Weeks later, you both encountered the guy pleading for money

Xiao asked you to go with Xiangling to talk and when he get there they could eat in the restaurant

He only did this because he wanted to tease this guy and he did... by greeting him and when he asked him what he wanted he simply said

“Oh, nothing... just simply see how your life when down thanks to me” the cherry on the top was that he put his mask on and disappear in the air

He told everyone that you were the partner of a demon that was going to kill everyone but one believed him because he was a liar and cheater

Ningguang

Oh, boy, why people does try to flirt with the partner of more powerful people

This moron, whom I presume has a very low IQ, decided to try to bang you.... THE FREAKING PARTNER OF THE NINGGUANG, THE LIUYE QIXING WITH THE TITLE OF TIANQUAN, THE OWNER OF THE JADE CHAMBER AND ONE OF THE MOST POWERFUL PEOPLE ON TEYVAT...

You get the idea

This dude really wished dead....

She was going to surprise you and instead she find this moron in the spot

Like Xiao, grateful that you are loyal to her despite not spending to much time together

But, oh boy, she was fuming...

She obviously use her power to make a nuclear revenge that would affect his life FOREVER

And she was watching this from first row but never seen

He lost everything and crawling to her in hopes to get an opportunity

When he entered towards her office, she was properly making out with you just to make him realize he really mess up

He was now in a boat to another nation in hopes of having a new life

But her warth will NEVER leave him. Period

Kaeya

Diluc literally saw him fuming and simply said “I’m going to keep away the good glasses”

Kaeya simply waited for an opportunity and then... throw a bottle of wine to a person... Kaeya was behind this guy but managed to not be seen

After this other guy began to fight this Romeo, Kaeya took you by the wrist and bring you outside, but, oh boi, he hasn’t finished

He went to see this guy’s files, and guess... he was in red numbers.... and he had only one chance before going to prison

He has a shit eating grin in his face, he was going to enjoy this

The next morning he went to Diluc’s winery

Everything was a mess, thankfully, the wines and most of the glasses managed to be safe

He informed Diluc that he can press charges against him and he will go to jail...

The red haired man thought of it, that man was already in his black list so yeah, he accepted but wanted to be in first row while doing this

They enjoyed him being escorted (by force) to jail

He reminded everyone that you were his partner and if they thought that they could flirt with you, they will be dead meat

Ironically, he is the one flirting with others (with the excuse to get some information)

Still, no homemade wine for Kaeya for a good while

Zhongli

He is a true poem

He’s mad, but also heartbroken

That’s until he heard you trying to get this weirdo away from you

He’s now is angry

He punched the guy in his face and pulled you away from him

But he wasn’t finished

He probably will do some research in the shadows...

And destroy this person’s life from there

IF Zhongli turns out being Rex Lapis... this guy will definitely will be better dead that alive

He might go chat with old friends to get some ideas on how to get his revenge

All the Adepti think it was irrespect towards him (despite being in a disguise) and offered him very good ideas

He disguised himself as a young woman and seduced him (he felt nasty doing this but he will teach him a lesson) and just coincidentally, this guy’s spouse arrived

He was kicked out of his house and his children hated him

Next was him destroying his career

He made everything posible to make his job impossible

The guy was fired and his ex place of work warned everyone about him, there’s no way he was gonna be in a job again... and if he did, he will just make his stay a hell

But oh no, he wasn’t finished, this was merely the beginning

After many attempts to destroy his life this guy arrived at his door, pleading for help

He said he was going to think about it until you arrived

You were astonished to see them and so do they but the guy’s face is a mix of fear and anger, while yours clearly showed fear

He shout at him, telling Zhongli that he is in danger, that because he was trying to have talk with her and she didn’t wanted, she cursed him and public humiliated him

“Public humiliated?” “That’s right! I told everyone but that snake made herself the victim when I tried to confronted her”

Oh boy, he did just and more wood to the fire

He told you to go to your room and he’ll be with you in a minute

“I’m afraid you confused the situation... my dear (Y/N) wasn’t the one who did that to you... she can’t even hurt a fly” (but you were an traveler and you definitely could defeat many things) “in fact... I know the one who did that to you” “and who is it?”

“Myself” he didn’t care if he blew up his cover, he was doing this for you, and also he didn’t have nothing to loose, he had a bad reputation and nobody in their right mind would believe him

The guy told everyone that Zhongli was Rex Lapis but nobody believed him, he was the mad of Liyue and when trying to prove himself, he ended up killed by a Ruin Hunter

Childe

God... he is pissed... VERY PISSED

He punched the guy in his mouth, you could sore that some of his teeth when flying away

He doesn’t care if he has troubles with the locals or the fatui... or worse... Signiora....

He won’t allow ANYONE to do that

And guys, word of advice

Never flirt with one of Eleven Harbinger Fatui’s partner

Childe got into a fight with the guy

Childe won but not without bruises

The guy in the other hand... didn’t have so much luck...

He probably needed a plastic surgery

When you and Childe returned home (not with the Fatui), you immediately treated his wounds

Childe’s subordinates weren’t happy about this

This guy was in their black list now

From what they knew the guy ended up dead in the forest

Childe give them a great dinner at your house, you were the one who cook most of the dishes but Childe helped you

The best meal they had and a reminder of why they let you be Childe’s partner

Sucrose

Sucrose, our sweet and shy Sucrose... is crying

She thinks you are cheating her with this man/girl

You immediately hug her and telling her that she was flirting with you

This person still tries to bang you but you get upset and you immediately go away with her

Her suspicious of cheating are out of line after Amber told her what happened

She DID flirt with you but you refused, stating that you already have a girlfriend who you love

They weren’t happy with that response

And the rest you already know it

Oh, boi.... if you thought Rosy (my nickname for Sucrose) was a saint... she wasn’t going to let this one go...

Other tip for you, never piss an alchemist...

She managed to give her mercury

Not in person but she somehow managed to do that

Every alchemist in Monstrad was investigated but later on it was decided that this person decided to end they life

If you ask, Rosy had an alibi and many people could tell she was telling the truth, besides, she wouldn’t hurt a fly

Unless that fly becomes more than just a pebble in her shoes

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anika-ann · 4 years

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The Best Mistake of My Life - Pt.3

Masquerade

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 2950

Summary: A soulmate AU. They say having a soulmate is a blessing. Who wouldn’t love the idea of star-crossed lovers, right?

Despite the doubt you had your whole life, meeting Steve was a dream coming true. Too bad you had to meet his ‘family’ too.

Warnings: swearing, FLUFF, Steve’s friends being Steve’s friends... go figure

Story masterlist

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An average American had sex on the third date; taking the big step in a relationship, as your friend helpfully remarked when you told him about the upcoming event. Needless to say, Steven Grant Rogers was not an average American. He was Captain America, i.e. an Avenger, technically was 95 years old (soon turning 96) and was not used to the pace of 21st century relationship.

To be honest, you didn’t mind a bit; there was no physical pressure on your relationship. Sure, the man was such a fine specimen it should be illegal and you would love to climb him like a tree, but it was a nice change of pace. You never really liked the whole third date thing. When you felt like it should happen, it should happen, right? That was how you saw it, so you were alright with Steve being a bit old-fashioned when it came to physical stuff.

Of course, he was also your soulmate. While with other guys you didn’t feel the need to rush, with Steve, you somehow felt a need not to rush. Maybe you were overthinking his sensibilities, maybe not. The bottom-line was: you took it slow.

So, with the fact that a kiss on a cheek – from you to him – happened on your second date (if the diner counted as the first) given, you truly didn’t expect him to… push you into anything even resembling a second base. Hell, you weren’t sure you were on the first.

An average American had sex on the third date. You, having your third date with Steve Rogers, were about to take a different important step; to meet his friends. On a party. Steve’s (supposedly secret) birthday party. Oh boy. To say you were intimidated by the idea of meeting the Avengers would be an understatement.

And Steve wasn’t helping.

“They are… perhaps a bit much, but… they are the only true friends I have. I want you to meet my friends. I’d like to introduce you,” he stated while you walked side by side in a park at the end of your date number two.

Your hands had been brushing his and vice versa for several minutes now and you couldn’t handle it, simply interlacing your fingers with his. He gave you a sweet smile when you did so, signalling he was more than okay with it, drawing a circle on the back of your hand.

“But… what if they won’t, uhm, approve of me?” you asked, your insides uncomfortably clenched.

He stopped in his tracks, forcing you to do the same. His free hand slowly rose to your arm, gently squeezing.

“They will. And if they don’t… they will with time. You’re my soulmate. I think we have the most important approval in our pocket already.”

The smile he gave you was soft yet blinding, making your heart grow. You had only met the second time and you already seemed to know each other for months, responding maybe hesitantly, but instinctively the right way as if something between you was reaching out, guiding one another. It was wonderful. A bit scary, but immensely wonderful.

You were gazing into his eyes, swearing you could see galaxies. You quickly learned to love the little green in his irises, staining the sky blue, somehow making it… better. Your mouth acted on its own.

“Okay. I’ll… okay.” Did you just agree?! “What the occasion will be?”

He cleared his throat, lowering his gaze. “My birthday.”

“What?!”

“And before you think of going crazy about a gift for me-“ he stopped your train of thought before it started – how did he know? “-when you show up, it will be the greatest gift.”

Sappy, whispered a small voice in your head.

You love it, sing-sang your heart, melting.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?” you murmured and he flashed you a smile.

“Very.”

“Fine. But remember, you asked me not to give you anything…”

“Noted.”

You bit your lip as you stared at him, your heart about as fast as your mind. The way he was looking at you… was it possible to look at someone you barely just met this way? If you didn’t think you must have appeared the same when looking at him, you would call bullshit. But here you were.

Before you could change your mind, you listened to the instinct coming from god knew where; you got on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

You retreated slowly, watching his reaction, rewarded by his gaze full of wonder and happy sparks.

“Early birthday present?” he muttered, his eyes falling on your lips for a split second. You licked your lips unwittingly, watching his eyes quickly turn away, his Adam’s apple jumping. Not a perfect gentleman then. Good.

“If the shoe fits… it’s just—it felt right. Was it weird? It was-“

“-perfect,” he finished, tightening the grip on your fingers interlaced with his.

You smiled automatically at his sincere expression.

“ ’kay.”

“Now let’s get you home so you can get your sleep. Can’t keep you awake with a work day in sight…”

“That’s really thoughtful, you know,” you said, meaning every word. “You are.”

“Which is why I think the party would be a good occasion. You can always hide in a crowd if it comes to the worst and Tony’s too annoying.”

You chuckled and started walking again, joy filling every ounce of your being as his thumb caressed the back of your hand once more.

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A package was waiting for you at your apartment that evening, containing a mask, because apparently, it was a masquerade ball. You were glad Steve had got you a mask fitting with your dress; when he had asked a colour, you had assumed he had wanted to get a matching tie. This was much worse. And much better.

A taxi picked you up. And Black Widow waited for you at the lobby of the famous skyscraper, apologizing for Steve who was busy at the moment, the birthday boy he was, and she casually slipped in that she might have searched some database, found you via your ‘first words’ and sent Steve your way without him being aware.

You were shocked, no arguing there, but realized she had done… what she had been supposed to do.

“Oh… o-okay. Thanks, I guess…”

“You’re not upset?” she asked on the way up in the elevator, clearly surprised.

You shrugged. “Well, I already had the words on my skin, right? This was the way it was meant to happen then.”

The not so intimidating spy hummed thoughtfully, putting on her mask. Also, she looked absolutely gorgeous and you had no idea why Steve would ever look your way. Besides his soulmark. You were a lucky, lucky bitch, just like Ryan had said.

You followed Natasha’s suit, hiding your face as well. You actually felt better, shielded from awaiting prying eyes at least partly.

Natasha had smuggled you in with no trouble (because you weren’t an official guest, Steve’s idea so you had a bit of privacy, you loved him for it) and here you were, a second glass of champagne in your hand as you watched Steve leave the little podium after he thanked everyone for coming.

The good news was that no one had spotted you or tried to make conversation with you.

The bad news was that it included Steve who seemed too busy with anyone else; not for the lack of trying to escape as it seemed though.

You toyed with the idea of approaching him too, but you were too much of a chicken. When Hawkeye was talking to him for instance, you wouldn’t have come to interrupt them. However, you caught Steve scanning the room few times; you wondered if he noticed you… could he though, in the mask? You felt invisible, both in a good and a bad way. Maybe you should just-

“What’s a lady like yourself doing here, drinking alone?” a voice startled you on your left, nearly making you drop the half-empty (or half-full) glass. Your hand flied to your chest as if holding your suddenly thundering heart in.

“Jesus… you startled me… Mr.Stark,” you added in horror when recognizing him as one of the masked people on the podium earlier.

“Hm… looks like your conscience isn’t clean then, when you’re scared so easily. Why is that?” he pried and you gulped nervously.

Oh god, this meeting was already going even worse than you had imagined.

“I don’t know about that… are you enjoying the party?” you attempted a small talk, hoping he would leave you alone until Steve somehow found his way to you.

He scoffed. “It’s a party. So, always. Plus, my place. Party organized by me. I’m enjoying it plenty. You?”

Your throat closed up. "Not really my scene, Mr.Stark."

"That's interesting. Because I can't recall inviting anyone whose scene this wasn't. I didn’t catch your name, miss…?"

Ha. Inviting you. Sure. And your name? Of course.

Shit.

"Isn't this S- Captain Rogers' party? I would think he was the one inviting people…" you couldn't help but snark, remembering Steve's uncomfortable expression when he had talked about the upcoming event. The thought behind the masks surprised you though – it was surprisingly fitting to Steve's personality. The masks were to remain anonymous, because all of the guest could be heroes in their own way.

"I threw it for him! And you're quite sassy. Who the hell-"

You were saved by Natasha Romanoff in all her glory, her hand delicately placed on Stark’s forearm as he gestured at you.

"Tony? We have a little trouble with the birthday surprise," she informed him swiftly and you barely hid the sigh of relief. You were starting to adore that woman.

"But-" he protested, his head turning from you to her and back and to her and back to you, as if he couldn’t decide what was more pending.

Oh please, let it be the surprise.

"They need you, right now."

"Fine. Keep an eye on her. I'm not done talking to her," he threw over his shoulder and the spy rolled her eyes as he blended in the crowd.

"...thank you, Ms.Romanoff."

"Natasha," she reminded you, lopsided smile on her face.

"Sorry. Natasha."

"Don't worry about it. Go some have fun," she beckoned to the dance floor and then to the bar as if you should choose whatever you preferred. You would prefer Steve, to be honest, anywhere.

"Yeah, like I said to Mr.Stark; not really my scene."

She grinned when you shifted uncomfortably. "Then I guess it's good that your knight in shining armour is approaching."

"What?" You whipped around to follow her line of sight, not seeing anyone, and when you spun back to her, she was gone. "That wasn't freaky at all…"

You shook your head, sipping on your drink again.

"Are you enjoying the evening, madam?"

A smile spread your lips at instant and you faced him, relieved. It was like everything was about to be alright all of sudden. You even accepted the fact he approached you as if you were a stranger, playing along.

"Captain Rogers, good evening."

"What gave me away?"

You chuckled, many possible responses flying through your mind.

Your voice tingling my spine. Your broad shoulders and arms which I want to hold me down. Your ridiculously pretty eyes. Your lips…

"You're hard to miss, Captain."

An almost patronizing smile graced is lips. "Please, call me Steve."

You bit your lip, not even having to pretend nervousness. God, he looked amazing. The perfectly fitting suit, the bowtie, the mask… he looked like a Disney prince. You didn’t mind imagining you were in a fairy tale; it simply felt like being in one.

"Steve," you repeated obediently, maintaining your role. "Isn't it a better question if you are? Enjoying the evening, I mean? It is your night after all."

"I do now," he emphasized, his eyes wandering all over you, settling on your partly hidden face. The mask was barely covering your upper face, leaving the better part of your cheeks and lips free. Still, it gave you the feeling of being hidden enough; nevertheless, in front of him, you felt naked, as if he saw right through. For some reason, it wasn’t scaring you so far.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"I found what I was looking for."

"Is... is that so? And…" you swallowed thickly under his intense eyes. "And just what were you looking for?"

You expected him to simply say ‘you’, but he managed to take your breath away, causing you to break your character in a fraction of second.

"The most beautiful and enchanting woman in this room, naturally."

His irises twinkled with mischief as he was clearly enjoying making you nearly squirm, but his pleasant voice held a serious note, not leaving a doubt that he meant every word.

"Christ, Steve, make me blush like a schoolgirl, why don't you… but thanks, I guess. Though you should probably have your eyesight checked."

"My vision is 20/20, madam, maybe better." He smiled warmly, reaching out a hand. "May I have this dance?"

You couldn’t say you weren’t taken aback. Mostly because… well.

"I'm not great at dancing," you admitted sheepishly, but accepted his hand in order to shorten the distance between you. You stood nearly chest to chest now, the feeling intoxicating. Despite fearing you would make a fool of yourself, you got chills from the proximity, pleasant ones.

"Just another prove of being perfect for me then. I'm not great either."

"So why did you ask?" you chuckled, relieved that at least you wouldn’t be alone in this. He tugged at your hand, pulling you even closer.

"Wouldn't forgive myself if I haven't tried to ask the prettiest dame of the evening and win a… uh, resemblance of a dance. Please?"

What you could see from his handsome face was pleading you. Who were you to deny him? Especially with how he was just dropping compliments like that, effortlessly? You could turn into a puddle of jello and you wouldn’t notice.

"You're too sweet, you know that?" you whispered and his smile widened when leading you onto the dance floor.

"I'm trying."

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Tony smelled something fishy. Everything was alright with the surprise fireworks. Romanoff was pulling his leg. Why?

He soon found out or he believed so.

"...is that Capsicle dancing?" he blurted out when he spotted the broad shoulders (never admit that out loud, he reminded himself) with a hand on it.

"Hm?" The sneaky spy smiled absently, following Tony’s line of sight. She sounded unimpressed then. "Oh. Looks like it."

"Whom he would be dancing with- Romanoff! I told you to keep an eye on her!" he yelped when he recognized the dress… and the woman wearing them. Well, didn’t recognize; that was the problem really. Who the hell was she and how had she got in? This place was a Fort Knox, especially tonight. Invited guests only.

"I guess someone else has an eye on her."

"What's up?" Clint hummed as he spotted Tony’s indignation.

"He's- he's-!" he gestured towards the supersoldier, unable to form words.

What was happening here? Why was Romanoff so chill? They had an intruder! She might not look like it, but she was a part of the security tonight!

"Rogers' dancing. Stark's having a stroke," she explained, indifferent.

"Who's having a stroke?" Bruce joined them with a beer in his hand. Tony threw his hands in the air.

"Stark," Nat replied, Clint too busy watching Cap swaying calmly in the rhythm; more or less.

"No one’s having a stroke!" Tony hissed. "This isn't fu-"

"Is that Steve dancing? Who's the woman?" Bruce seemed intrigued, exchanging a glance with Clint.

"She's very beautiful. The captain chose his dance partner well,” Thor hummed behind Tony's back all of sudden, making the billionaire jump in fright. Natasha snickered. Tony pointed an accusing finger at her.

"Stop that! It's your fault! You were supposed to watch her, because I sure as hell haven't invited her."

"She wasn't invited?" Clint finally sounded alarmed and Tony shot him a grateful look. Someone cared!

"Relax, Stark. It is my fault, I was the one to smuggle her in."

“What?!” he cried out, causing few people around them to raise their eyebrows. Natasha rolled her eyes at them.

"Really? Is she a friend of yours? From… business?" Bruce pried carefully and Natasha snorted.

"Barely. But you'll meet her, don't worry."

"She is not posing a treat then?" Thor summed up nothing, his briefly tensed shoulders relaxing.

That was it?!

"Sure isn't," Natasha uttered, the corner of her lips twitching. God, Tony hated Russian spies and their secrets.

"Then I might ask her for a dance!” Thor exclaimed, his grin wide. “She is exceptionally beautiful lady indeed."

"Careful not to step on someone's toes!" Natasha called after him and he made his way to the dancing pair.

"I'm gonna ask her right after him!" Tony declared immediately, disappearing into the crowd and Natasha smirked. She knew you were nervous about meeting them and this was actually rather good way. She just hoped Tony wouldn't annoy the hell out of you.

"And by someone you mean Steve?" Bruce guessed, which earned Natasha a challenging eyebrow from Clint.

"Maybe."

"Did you push her towards Steve or did you sneak her in here, because he asked you to?" Clint asked the right question like always.

She smiled at him playfully. "I'll tell you later. Stop being so nosy, Barton."

"Not fair…" He huffed and went to the bar for a refill, no doubt being determined to see how it would all play out. Natasha chuckled.

"Would you… like to dance?" Bruce asked all of sudden, making her lose her humour, only a brief smile remaining. Sweet.

"Sure, why not..."

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Steve from Spiderman: Homecoming taking a chair to sit with me:

“So, your fic got a bit longer than expected. Again…. “

Oops? I need a lot of fluffy Steve, amazing Natasha and exasperated Tony in my life :D

THANK YOU FOR READING :-*

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dragonagecompanions · 4 years

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hi there, so in love with your works. Seriously *bows head* thank you all so much. If its not too bad, I wanted to know how everyone in DAI from the advisors to the companions would react to a teen inquisitor who is brilliant at cooking? Yet the inquisitor has no idea about people from Leliana's agents to everyone else pinching her food.

Cassandra: She thinks she is being sneaky and subtle, insisting that because of their age and responsibility it is better for their young herald to stay close to camp and not take a watch when they leave Skyhold. There will be time for that when they are older, and bearless of a burden. If they will take on the difficulty of closing the rifts, then the most they should have to do is help around the camp, and after a long day nothing is appreciated more than hot food.

No one contradicts her, and the Seeker is left to silently congratulate herself on enjoying the absolutely divine way that their young leader has with rabbit and Hinterland herbs without making the Inquisitor feel worthless.

(And if everyone else lets her take a lead on that because she has mattered the speech, well...it’s really good stew.)

Varric: Damn, this is the stuff. Its like being back in the Hanged Man, except the bread is trying to actively strange him, and the pies aren’t staring back and..

It’s nothing like the Hanged Man, really, but the sheer comfort of phenomenal food at the end of the world? The same kind of warmth as sitting with your friends as the city goes to shit and laughing at a joke no one else gets. Their young protagonist has a good skill set on their hands, and If Varric’s writing table moves a little closer to the door into the kitchens, well.

Keeps the ink from freezing.

Solas: It had been a passing comment about the frilly cakes in Val Royeaux, some exchange of banter with Varric about time passing and philosophy and the unending banal that one takes on to keep the miles from turning monotonous. He’d had no idea the Herald was listening, and so it makes it all the more touching when- after waqving to them as they take on the climb to the library- he comes down from his painter’s perch to find three petit fours waiting for him on his table.

It drives home that they are a thoughtful young person, so different from the rest of this world, and if he uses the sweetness of the frosting and cake to drive away the twinge of guilt that his plans still move at speed....it does not take away from their talent, or their kindness. He will be content with that.

Blackwall: Food is food, particularly on the road. Hard tack and sausage has kept many a soldier alive, and he is the last person you’d hear complaining that he can’t put his pinky out eating meat from a spit. Luxury is for soft handed nobles, not men and women striving to make the world better. Let them have the best cuts-- Blackwall would starve before he robs true heroes of a hot meal.

And yet the first time he comes back from gathering firewood to find that the reason the inquisitor was tying so much string around the side of a wild hog was to make a porketta, and he got a good whiff of roasted pork slowly spinning in it’s own drippings....It would be a harder sacrifice. It made the Inquisitor so happy to watch their work be enjoyed and help people though, that it would the crueler not to take some.

And if he dreams about the tender meat and crispy skin all perfectly seasoned and roasted for days afterwords, that’s no one’s business of his own.

Vivienne: She cuts an imposing figure, and for the Madame de Fer is quite proud. It has cowed more than one recalcitrant novice into place with only a long legged stride alone, and for that she is a legend in her circle. Of course the stories do not tell how she would never be cruel or unfeeling to a child, and particularly not one far from home and frightened of every shadow like the ones that the Templars rip from families and depost in a new and strange place.

She expects a similar attitude from the young Herald, particularly after her (rahter stunning) entrance on their first meeting. And perhaps they were a bit overawed, but before it could become something she needs to address Lady Vivienne is pleasantly surprised to find their young leader coming to her for advice from a letter from some minor Orlesian lord. And while surely it will be up to Josephine to craft the response Vivienne is delighted that the Inquisitor wants her input.

That they went to the effort to bring beignet’s with them as a bribe...For that, she will give them every secret of the author’s well kept family scandals.

Sera: Their Bitty Herald can make cookies better than Sera can make cookies, but they aren’t the kind that you throw at people as a prank or that come out all rock hard and brown and blegh. They are the soft gooey kind that make you want to steal the whole plate and eat them on your roof but also throw the plate at their Quizznitor because....because cookies!

She will trade pranks for cookies, who ever her Jenny in training wants to see doused in water or flour or...or...pudding! Pudding for cookies is the most fair.

Dorian: Southern food is bland and tasteless, and Skyhold’s resident ‘Vint will endure it for as long as he must to help defeat this ancient magister and get things on the right track. And the beer isn’t the worst, much to his own dismay as his delicate palette accepts the swill. But the food is all friend or brown or smothered in gravy, and he’d just as soon not.

So when they finally stop for the night under the endless web of branches that keep the sky from meeting the Fallow Mire, the pond water full of dead people sounds more appealing than one more night of Varric’s nug stew. Which makes the fact their valiant young Herald just ladled him a bowl of Minestrone so much more impressive. Their shrugged explanation of ‘I’ve always wanted to make it and the merchants had actual artichokes on the way here and you can tell me if I got it right’ does nothing to take away the warmth and delight the gesture brings to him.

It would be like coming home, if anyone had ever made sucha rustic and delightful soup for him without strings and hooks attached in Tevinter, and for the first time on the whole mission Dorian isn’t chilled the rest of the night.

The Iron Bull: He isn’t sure which one of the Chargers talks to the Herald (lies, it was Krem), but one night half the fortress is piled into the Rest and the Inquisitor is waiting with four bowls of unreadable origin. The explanation that these are four kinds of curry and each is hotter than the last is the best gift he’s ever gotten, but the wager of a single coin (he won’t steal more than that from the kid) that the Iron Bull can’t finish them for the spice is even better.

Three hours later finds him chewing on one of Stitche’s poultices for a burnt tongue (and throat and stomach and probably ass in a few hours) but one coin richer and hoarse voiced from the roaring laughter he’d gotten after a straight face convinced Krem to try the last bown and he’d literally wept.

Good times.

Cole: The nug is made of bread, and it isn’t a nug but it looks like one. And it’s wearing a tiny hat! ‘Roll the dough out, has to be thin so it rises to keep the shape, he likes nugs so much and doesn’t ask for anything and Sera bet me I couldn’t.’ You made it for me. Thank you! He says hello back!

Josephine: When their ambassador hears that not only does the Herald have an aunt who married into a merchant house in Antiva but the inquisitor spent a summer there and learned to make authentic Paella, Lady Montiliyet’s mind is a whirlwind of plans and thoughts of just the appropriate bribe that would spare her from getting down on her knees and begging a fifteen year old to make her favorite dish. Eventually Leliana gets tired of little doodles of steaming bowls on all their meeting notes and sends a raven three windows over, Josie, really with an ‘anonymous’ request to make it and leave it in the war room in exchange for a trade of equal value.

And when Josephine finds out that all the Inquisitor wants is the creepy love letters from young Orlesian nobles to go away, she takes great delight in her strongly worded letters to their mothers in between heaping mouthfuils of white wine rice and shrimp and the warm bite of saffron that will always be home.

Leliana: It is written on no report or schedule, and her agents will go to the grave without speaking of it to another soul, but the Inquisition’s spymaster has a man in the kitchens whose only role is to fetch firewood and water and try to one day recover his shattered after a terrible mission in her service. It’s easy work for a man who gave so much, and somewhere he is able to do good work until the tremors and the nightmares stop. The kitchen staff is kind to him and treat him well, but his true mission is known only to himself and his mistress.

The second the herald starts making Cassoulet he is to fetch her immediately. She won’t be caught in a meeting and miss her favorite food again, damn it.

Cullen: It’s hard for the Inquisitor’s commander to be at ease with someone who is both a child and at least nominally his leader. They are someone he wants to protect, but also the key to stopping the world and someone who must be on the front lines. That is gift alone to the world, but when the rumors begin to swirl that they will also go out of their way to make things that people like it brings a small smile to his face. The world would be better if had more people like the herald in it.

Especially if they could all make little crocks of shepards pie like the one that sits on his desk after a day of long meetings and a lyrium migraine. That might make everything right again.

-- Mod Fereldone

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hollywoods-golden-age-imagines · 4 years

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Bert having a crush on you would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous/sorry for the wait!)

- Whenever Bert has a crush, he tries to get as close to his object of affection as he can. He’s not one to sit around and admire from afar; instead, he prefers to befriend them and work towards getting them to, hopefully, fall for him.

- Once he sets his eyes on a girl, he can spot them from a mile away. Doesn’t matter when or where, he’ll always be able to find you in a crowd no matter how much you think you blend in. To him, you stand out like a daisy in a mile of dirt.

- He tries to quickly wipe off as much chimney dust from his face as he can whenever you show up but it’s, for the most part, in vain. A part of him is delighted when you offer him your handkerchief but the other part of him doesn’t want to sully the dainty little thing.

- You’ll always get a flattering song made up for you whenever you stand and watch him perform. However, you also have songs made for you at random outside of his street shows. He’s just got a lot to say about you, so much so that one song doesn’t cut it.

- He insists on walking you wherever you’re going when he catches you alone. He likes getting to spend some extra time with you, and being able to make sure you’re safe.

- It surely has nothing to do with the fact that he has an excuse to hold your hand whenever he does.

- No matter what you want to do, he’s always willing to come with you. Want to go somewhere but have no one else to accompany you, just give him a call and he’ll be there in no time.

- It’s so easy for you to make him flustered, even if you don’t intend to. He’ll spend all day complimenting and praising you but the instant you return the favor he melts, his face turning pink as he tries his best to hide his smile.

- He has a habit of winking so expect to get one, at least, everyday. He uses them teasingly though, they’re playful not perverted.

- Pretty much everyone can see how much he adores you, he hardly tries to hide it. Though he may insist that they’re wrong, depending on the person, he’s certainly not convincing anyone.

- He gushes about you to whoever will listen, or to those who hardly listen (it doesn’t matter to him). He’s so proud of and impressed by you.

- Your presence is enough to take away the clouds and brighten the sun. You make his day and he never tires of seeing you.

- He tries his best to act like a gentleman, feeling that a lady like you should be treated as such. Doors will be opened, chairs pulled out, he’ll even use his own coat to shield you from the rain. For you? It’s worth the trouble.

- He’s always ready to help whenever you need it. He loves being able to show you he cares and give you one less thing to worry about.

- The pride he feels when he manages to make you laugh is incomparable. It never fails to make his day.

- Whats a better way to pick up chicks than showing that you’re good with kids? He’s quite happy when the children show up, both because he genuinely likes to be around them and because he’s able to demonstrate his fatherly skills, hoping that you’ll see the soft, sweet side of him and grow fonder of him.

- Getting gifted flowers. He’ll often pick you a few while you’re out walking together.

- The two of you get mistaken for a couple quite often, mainly by the older women who go to his street performances. Whenever you do, he looks over at you to see how you react, hoping that you wont look bothered by their mistake.

- He tries his best to act like everything’s fine and that he isn’t having trouble with something whenever you’re looking at him. He wants you to think he’s a smooth man worth fawning over.

- Just know that if you were to ever kiss his cheek, you’d give him heart palpitations for a solid minute.

- He’s certainly had his fair share of dreams about you which have only helped to worsen his infatuation with you. Whether it’s night or day, you invade his mind like nothing else.

- You’re his favorite thing to draw. He has, at least, a few pages filled with sketches of you that he holds very dear to him.

- Mary most likely worked to get the two of you together. What’s a better way to get two people together than to throw them in a whimsical world full of delightful fantasy?

- He pines after you for quite a while before he finally decides to tell you how he feels. He’s incredibly scared of having you reject him and then losing you as a whole because as much as people might say they’ll still be friends; it’s never truly the same.

- He’s definitely a bit shy when confessing his feelings to you. He’d fiddle with his hat, tugging at his collar as he stumbles over his words. He’s truly adorable in that moment.

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