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dollfaced-erin · 9 months

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 5

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4

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@rebeccawinters , @nayukiyukihira , @pix-stuff , @fluffy-koalala , @swivy123

A/n :

sorry for the boring last chapter. this one will be more fun, i promise !

As (Y/n) head out to find Yanqing, she had to ask several guards on her way. She was panting by now, this kid was too fast for his own good !

As she was about to leave him be, she asked one last time at the jetty of the Central Starskiff Haven, and this guard seemed to give her the right place. As she approached one of the stores, The Sleepless Earl, where there was the young lieutenant sitting, sipping a drink in his hand.

"Yanqing...?" (Y/n) softly called out from behind, slightly startling him. He looked a little shocked to see her, but then he turned back front, a little pout on his lips. He was puffing out his cheeks, a little redness on them, and (Y/n) chuckled.

"Mind if I joined you ?"

(Y/n) sat in front of him, with the same drink in her hands. She...didn't remember something like this. It was...a milk-like drink, with...black balls at the bottom. There was even whipped cream at the top, though it wasn't fine white like she remembered it to be. It was more of a...warm white.

Yanqing noticed the hesitation of the vidyadhara woman before him, before speaking up. "It's called Immortal's Delight. It's basically a brown sugar milk tea with tapioca pearls at the bottom. It's completely safe to consume, don't worry." He assured her.

(Y/n) nodded, thanking him as she held the drink in her hands. Though it seemed that many of the locals were interested in this drink, she was quite...curious of the drink. But nonetheless, she put her lips to the straw and began to drink the think liquid.

"How is it ? Do you like it ?" the blonde boy asked her.

A smile ripped itself across her lips as she looked at him, her eyes sparkling in delight. "It's really good ! It's so sweet but, it's the milky taste is just...divine !"

Yanqing smiled brightly as he watched the horned lady before him enjoy her bubble milk tea with a fascinated glimmer in her eyes. Then, he too continued to sip at his own drink.

"It's good right ?!" he exclaimed, and (Y/n) nodded her head.

"It's been so long since I last set my eyes on this place. It really has changed..." (Y/n) said, reminiscing those times. She had indeed come to terms that times were changing a little too fast, but it was also because she wasn't around to witness the change.

"Would you like me to bring you around ? I can show you the local specialties !" Yanqing said excitedly. (Y/n) couldn't find it in her to refuse such an innocent child's offer, and she nodded.

Before she knew it, he was tugging her along the streets of the Central Starskiff Haven, excited to show her around. His hand so tenderly held her own as he brought her around, explaining places in full detail to her.

Hours passed as he brought her from place to place, but she didn't mind. Soon the sun was setting, but Yanqing had yet more places to show her like an excited child.

She smiled warmly as he brought her around, like a young son bringing his mother (although she didn't even look old at all) around the plaza. It seemed that he just wanted someone to dote on him. And that's what she'll give him. Maybe she'll even try to convince him not to try hunt down Blade, it was much too dangerous for him.

"A wanted criminal lose on the Xianzhou..." the dragon woman wondered as she walked along the path the young boy lead her.

"Say, Yanqing. What does this criminal look like...?" she asked, just noticing how she didn't even know who the hell the others were talking about earlier. She just knew that he was a Stellaron Hunter, and he was wanted all over the universe.

"Oh ! There's a wanted poster signboard near the Heron Express. I'll take you there, Lady (Y/n) !" he said with a bright smile, taking her hand and pulling her a little faster.

"This is him. The poster alternates between him and a woman with a messy ponytail. Her name is Kafka. They're both wanted by the IPC." Yanqing said, bringing her to a white and red poster.

"This...this man...!" (Y/n) eyes widened, upon recognizing the photo. She's seen this man ! He was in her dreams ! But...

"Does he have a twin...? O-or an alter ego...?" she asked. She trembled. She...her heart...she felt a tingling feeling. Not just her heart...her lower back hurt a little too...

"Alter ego...? Twin...? Not that I know of." Yanqing said, shrugging. "Why ? You know him ?"

"I..." (Y/n) put her hand to her head, trying to remember. This man...it was indeed familiar to her. But he didn't have dark hair. He had...white hair...

To try remember...was like being in an empty void. There was a feeling in her heart. She felt...hollow...

"Oh ! You're wearing the glass hairpin I made for you. It looks great on you."

"I don't remember..."

Yanqing looked at her worriedly, putting a hand on her back. "Don't dwell on it. If you don't remember, let it be. You'll remember it later." Yanqing said, trying to pull her out of that trance like state.

"Don't worry. You'll be okay. Why don't you go to the Exalting Sanctum ? The plaza there has lots of shops there. Try walk around and have a feel of the air there." Yanqing tried to assure her, with a small smile on his lips.

"Y-yeah..." she whispered, her head feeling dizzy, and her mouth feeling dry.

Then Yanqing brought her away from the poster, feeling guilty. He talked to her a little, trying to get her mind off the topic as they walked to the jetty, requesting a starskiff to bring (Y/n) to the Exalting Sanctum.

"You go on first. I just remembered I had some unfinished business here." Yanqing said, as the starskiff arrived.

He helped her into the airship, and felt reluctant to release her ice cold fingers from his warm hands. And it seemed she had something to say too, from the way she tightened her hold on his fingers.

(Y/n) looked at him worriedly, concern in her (e/c) eyes as she gazed at the younger male. "Yanqing. Whatever you do, don't chase down Blade. Especially not by yourself."

Those were her final words to him, before she let go. Then...the starskiff flew off.

Yanqing sighed, feeling quite pissed off again. "Not her too... I swear. Everyone just thinks I'm a kid !"

As (Y/n) got to the Exalting Sanctum, she began roaming the area, unsure where to go. She was alone, without a guide in the mass sea of people. She felt...self-conscious, for the horns on her head was more than enough to attract attention.

She felt her heartbeat increase rapidly as heard whispers and felt stares digging into her back. The locals...were looking at her since not all Vidyadhara had horns like her. And everywhere she looked, she had no idea where to turn.

"Miss are you alright ? Are you Lady (Y/n) ?" she heard a voice behind her. She turned around, snapping herself from her thoughts, and found a young woman in a red uniform standing behind her.

"Y-Yes, I'm (Y/n)." (Y/n) nodded, affirming the questions of the lady behind her. She breathed a little sigh of relief, the lady behind her had pointed ears, a trademark she was familiar with to her own. Another Vidyadhara.

"A-ah, I didn't mean to startle you. My name is Jingyan, a Realm-keeping Commission officer. General Jing Yuan had sent us a message earlier to hand you this," the brunette woman said, handing her a rectangular device. "Are you familiar with it ?"

(Y/n) shook her head, not knowing what this...black metal was in her hand. It even had a casing on it, little cherry blossoms on the back with a white cat playing with the petals. Jingyan chuckled a little, seeing the confusion of (Y/n) and the cover in her hand.

"This is a smartphone. It's programmed by a Jade Abacus in its core. it's quite new technology right now." Jingyan said, as she pressed a button and the black screen lit up, taking (Y/n) aback a little.

"You can use this device to contact other people on the Xianzhou. Here," she said as she pressed a small chatbox icon on the 'smartphone'. "General Jing Yuan had already added his contact into your device. You can use this app to message him. Just tap on that white box down there and a small keyboard will pop out."

(Y/n) did as told, pressing the white chat box and a keyboard indeed popped out, taking her by surprise.

"Here, why don't you tell the General something ?" Jingyan suggested and (Y/n) nodded.

A light chuckle left the General's lips, who was in the middle of a meeting. His phone had buzzed in the middle of a boring presentation, waking him up a little.

"Hi :)"

He chuckled softly, making sure no one noticed that he wasn't paying attention (not that he was even giving any to begin with), and swiftly tapped on his phone.

"Oh, look ! He sent you a reply," Jingyan said, pointing to the screen as a little white chat bubble popped out.

"Hello to you too, princess~" he replied.

"Well, now you know how to send messages ! I also put my number in there as Jingyan, so you can also text me if you need anything, okay ?" Jingyan said with a small smile. And (Y/n) nodded and thanked the woman.

"Well then, I'll be having off. You should head down to the plaza, there are more things to see there." Jingyan said as she waved (Y/n) off and headed off.

(Y/n) nodded, feeling a little more relieved that there is someone she knows on the ship here. Perhaps she should go check out the stores and take her mind off of things like Yanqing said. She didn't have money to spend, but window shopping should be good for her too.

But as she walked through the streets and the alleys surrounded by people, she felt....comforted. There was so many people, the streets were bustling with chatter and hollers. It was so lively, so bustling with life.

People were glancing at her, taking in her appearance and her horns. Many admired her beauty and grace. Some admired her clothes and the way she brought herself, as she walked under the moonlight.

But as she walked...she found a path she felt particularly drawn to. Another alleyway, more deserted than the rest. A backway path. But she...she felt...someone there. Someone...she...

She had to go there.

And so she walked down the dark alleyway, alone. And suddenly she heard a voice call out from her right.

"You..." a cold voice called from her right, laced with realization and recognition.

She stood there, startled a little. But she wasn't afraid.

As she turned around to face her right side which lead another alley, was a man that appeared from the darkness. His red eyes glowed bright with Mara and revenge, keen on seeking something from the exhaustion his eyes held.

Her chest bloomed with warmth, as if she finally had her heart back. As if she finally re-learned to breathe. Her eyes watered as she stared at the person before her.

Usually people would cover and tremble at the sight of this man. this man was being sought out be the entire universe. A bounty only another could top.

But she wasn't scared. She was anything but. The Vidyadhara woman reached a hand out to him, though she was sure he wouldn't reach back.

But instead long and slender fingers reached out from the darkness the man bathed in, cold fingers gripping her hand. It felt like ice was piercing her skin, but the hand still felt the same as she remembered from all those years ago. So she gripped his hand back.

"You wont run...?" the man whispered, red eyes gazing warmly into her own (e/c) eyes.

"Why would I...? I don't fear you..." she whispered back, tears falling freely from her eyes.

She didn't know this man. But he felt so familiar to her. This tall, dark haired stranger, with piercing red eyes and bandages all around. he looked menacing, as if he could kill without even blinking.

"Then why are you crying...?" the man before her asked, raising a bandaged hand to wipe away at her falling tears.

"I...I don't know. I...don't remember." (Y/n) whispered again, trying to sort out her memories and her thoughts. But everything was so blurry, everything...was confusing.

"Out of five people...three must pay a price." the man before her said. "And you're not one of them...Dan Jia."

And with that, he pulled her into a hug, careful to mind the horns on her head. Though surprised, she wrapped her arms around his back, as she took in his familiar scent, hugging him close.

"My name...is not Dan Jia. It's...(Y/n)." she whispered apologetically.

Her tears had dried and she rested her head against his chest. He was cold, unlike a human

"Then...(Y/n)." the man said as he pulled back, a stiff and unfamiliar smile on his otherwise stern and dead face.

"With a final parting gift, I wish we do not cross paths again." he whispered. "If we do, pretend you do not know me."

He placed a hand on her chin, tilting her head up. His red eyes bore into her own, causing a blush to erupt on her cheeks. His lips parted but closed again, as if hesitating.

The man leaned in, a placed a warm kiss on her forehead.

"For I wish you do not see me for the monster I am, my beloved."

And with that, Blade disappeared into the dark alleyways, once more. (Y/n) all alone, just herself basking under the moon's light.

"But I yearn that fate meets us once again, Blade." (Y/n) whispers back, knowing he wouldn't be able to hear her anymore.

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr blade x reader #hsr blade #hsr blade x you #hsr x you #hsr jing yuan #hsr jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x you #blade x reader #jing yuan x reader #blade x you #jing yuan x you

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jeannereames · 3 months

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Based on the tactics vs strategy component of your most recent ask (on how ATG should or should not be depicted on TV)—do you think, if he hadn’t died so soon and lived a little longer, he might’ve been able to improve his strategic mindset? I think that’s how Philip became good at it, right? After experiencing some failures. I think perhaps that’s one of the tragedies of Philip not being around longer—he might’ve been able to show his son how to handle mistakes and move on from them.

Oh, I think Alexander was definitely improving as a strategist. He was never bad, he just wasn’t Philip… who was exceptional. But Philip had to learn very early, just to survive. I doubt the man had much of a childhood.

A quick review of Philip’s early life, for those reading who may not already know. We think he may have been sent to the Illyrian court of Bardylis at some point in his childhood; for how long is unclear. (If I ever get around to a Philip novel, that’s where I’m starting it, too.) Then he must have come home, only to be sent down to Thebes as a hostage when he was in his early teens. He returned to Macedonia once Perdikkas was no longer a minor himself and could kill his erstwhile regent. Some years later, Perdikkas made him archon of a canton (maybe Amphaxitis?), probably when he was c.18-20 years of age, where he had his own little militia to train. Perdikkas was dead on a battlefield, fighting Illyria, before Philip was 24.

So, he came to the throne a bit later than Alexander but suffered a MUCH more uncertain childhood. It makes Alexander’s look like the “poor little rich boy,” tbh. This is why I respect Philip so much. No, I don’t think he was “greater than Alexander” (as per Richard Gabriel), but I do think he earned his place as, per Diodoros, “the greatest of the kings of Europe.”

I will also add that I suspect Philip benefited a lot from his mother Eurydike’s advice, as did his brother Perdikkas. There was a woman to be in awe of! I also think it’s why Philip was so damn determined to see that Alexander got a “proper” education. Yes, it owed the influence of Thebes’ upper-crust circles…but also residue from his own “school of hard knocks” upbringing.

It also explains why he was a master chess player. He’d had to be, just to stay alive.

Alexander learned quickly, but he didn’t have to exercise it quite as young; Daddy was there to take care of things. Mostly masterfully (outside his private life). Then Philip got himself killed, and Alexander was on his own at just 20. No surprise if he made mistakes, but being king already, they were on full display for posterity in a way Philip’s weren’t. (In fact, we know almost nothing of Philip’s childhood, as evinced by the brevity of my summary above.)

To my mind, one of the tragedies for both men was Philip’s sudden death. While it’s possible they might have clashed even more as Alexander aged, their friction may also have eased. Alexander was right on the cusp of that age when teenaged boys transform back into somewhat sane human beings. Ha. My own seemed to change virtually overnight between about 22 and 23. Philip had been dead two years by then, and Alexander invaded Persia at 22.

Many years ago, I wrote an alternate history short story for Gene Borza’s birthday, wherein Philip died at Chaironeia, and Alexander was taken captive, then had to escape and re-do everything Daddy had done. It was fun to imagine what might have happened, in part to underscore how singular/important Chaironeia was for not only Philip, but Alexander too.

Yet an equally interesting “What if?” would be that Philip wasn’t assassinated in 336 and did invade Persia that autumn. But let’s say he didn’t survive “Granikos” or “Issos” (or whatever those would have been for him*), while Alexander did. What might that have looked like, giving Alexander another 2-3 years under Philip, only becoming king himself around the same age his father had? (23-24?)

I love alternate history scenarios when well-done. (Maybe why I’m a big fan of Melissa Scott’s A Choice of Destinies.)

So in short, yes, I agree that it was a tragedy that Philip didn’t live at least a few years more. And somebody needs to write that alternate history. Then send me the link. Ha.

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* I think, if it HAD been Philip at the head of the army, Darius would have taken him much more seriously, probably moving up the timeframe of a serious clash (such as Issos). I suspect Philip, like Alexander, would plan to take the Asia Minor coast the same way, to cut off the navy. Darius might have come after him with a bigger army somewhere in Asia Minor. But I also think Asia Minor would have gone over to Philip more easily, as he was proven material and that area had already rebelled against Artaxerxes only about a decade or so prior.

#asks #Philip of Macedon #Philip II of Macedon #Alexander the Great #Alexander as strategist #Philip of Macedon as strategist #alternate history #Alexander vs Philip #classics #tagamemnon #ancient macedonia #ancient greece

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nangbaby · 1 year

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I've seen the leaks and now I'm ticked off.

This post has potentially VERY BIG spoilers so I'm hiding this under a cut.

Again, if you don't want to know how Season 5 of Miraculous Ladybug and the whole "Agreste Arc" ends, this is your LAST CHANCE to not be surprised.

I'm assuming you WANT to know now. Well, here's how I feel about it.

I'm not mad that Miraculous Ladybug isn't closing out its biggest arc the way I want it to end. I'm disappointed because the writers chose to go with an ending that goes against not only everything set up so far for this arc but the overall message of the series. The overall message to learn to deal and recover from setbacks and to never give up hope, even though it takes work. When things go wrong, Ladybug can fix it, but fixing the emotional damage is harder than summoning a "Lucky Charm" and shouting "Miraculous Ladybug!" Basically, she can start the process to truly heal and the cheat of making a deal to get what you want never ends well. The only way out is through...by working at it one step at a time and having hope.

Instead this ending is Gabriel getting what he wants - the restoration of this wife - then becoming undone by it. This would work if it came after some effort and evaluation on Gabriel's part to truly understand why he would be unworthy of this new world he fought for, or if he hadn't already been shown repeatedly that he would destroy himself to get what he wants. Instead, he gets away with the punishment he chose for himself and at worst, the collective memory of him will be as a hero...even though he did nothing to earn this and the only person it benefits is Adrien.

This whole scenario could have been fixed by the wish granter making one important declaration.

"You can have your wish, but you cannot choose the sacrifice."

Then we could have had an alternate Wishverse, and then Marinette given the difficult burden on setting right what went wrong. Before you cry "She'd be no different from Gabriel," this IS basically what she does when she uses Miraculous Ladybug, only a step further. WARNING FANFIC ALERT! FANFIC ALERT! THIS IS OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD SO IT CONTAINS PLOT HOLES GALORE!

Imaging this scenario: As in the leaks, Ladybug is tricked into thinking that Gabriel/Monarch wants to give up. The bad guy takes her earrings and then does the whole wish granting ceremony.

We see the wish bubble expand since we know that's how it happens thanks to "Ephemeral." Before it reaches a frozen Marinette (or maybe she's not frozen here...I'm not sure if she still will be frozen in the actual episode even from the leaks), a portal appears under her feet. All of a sudden Marinette is in the Burrow. (Yes, it seems contrived, but just hear me out.)

Bunnyx has saved Marinette, and Marinette mentions that they have to go back in time to before Gabriel makes his wish. However Bunnyx explains that once a wish is made and it engulfs the universe, everything is changed, past, present, and future. (Note: This makes it a point that even the Bunny Miraculous, as powerful as it is, can't counter a wish and also shows how it differs from the Snake Miraculous, and it would also explain why the Bunny Miraculous couldn't be used in Ephemeral). The Burrow is outside of time, but once Bunnyx deposits Marinette in the new universe, Marinette can't come back. However, Bunnyx knows Marinette can set things right and sends Marinette on her way.

So then Marinette is deposited in her own room and it's a school day and she's almost late for school. Remarkably, many things are the same in the "new" world, although there are little things like a poster teasing a Tsurugi-Fathom alliance in London is coming to Paris soon (implying Feligami is still a thing...but this time arranged the way Adrigami was in canon). Chloé tries to start her bullying, but is surprised to see Marinette have a strong backbone when Marinette fires back at her, and Alya is glad Marinette stood up for herself. However, as soon as Marinette gets to class she realizes that Adrien is not there and more importantly, no one even seems to know who he is.

Marinette then goes over to the Agreste mansion and to her surprise, the gates are open people are flowing in and out of there. It's an "open house" called "Gabriel's House." Nathalie and the bodyguard are still there, but more like ushers rather than barriers, and surprisingly, Marinette is able to see Gabriel after waiting in line. Gabriel is in his atelier alongside Emilie.

At first Marinette accuses Gabriel of being Hawk Moth and being behind Adrien's disappearance, and the couple are stunned. They don't know. When she says he's their son, Emilie gets upset and Gabriel asks her to leave, but that she is welcome to come back once she learns her manners.

Marinette goes home and both does her own research (discovering Adrien really doesn't exist, as well as Ladybug or Cat Noir, and there's no information about the Miraculous or even the restoration of the temple) and consults Alya to fill in the blanks. She asks Alya if she ever heard of Hawk Moth or superheroes. Alya tells her superheroes appear in Paris all the time whenever crises happen. She says she even became Lady Wifi once....and so Marinette realizes that Hawk Moth does still exist and is still akumatizing people. Marinette then goes to Master Fu, who is still in Paris with the Miraculous Box.

At first, Fu feigns ignorance and pretends to be a healer, but Marinette explains the situation and asks him to give her the Ladybug Miraculous. He believes her wholeheartedly, but he says he cannot. Even if this world is "wrong" there is always a price to be paid for a wish and for her to change the universe again would make her no better than the villain she described.

She despairs at the thought that she can't bring Adrien back, and then a butterfly slams into her purse.

"Ladybug, I am Hawk Moth. I will help you obtain what you seek."

Marinette doesn't listen and instead rejects the akuma, thinking that Hawk Moth planned to turn her into a minion. She then goes back home, then goes upstairs to the balcony where she finds a note asking her to come to the Agreste mansion. Marinette goes over to the manion and sees Gabriel and Emilie. He tells Nooroo it's okay to appear. Gabriel explains that even though he found the Peacock Miraculous, he and Emily both decided to never use it, as the price for creating life that way was too high. After seeing what has happened to their nephew (he says "family"), Gabriel and Emilie are more convinced this was the right decision. Instead, they decided to give their love to Paris' children and adult citizens, and Gabriel would use the proceeds from his fashion line to help others. However, there was still more they could do, so recently Gabriel began to use the Butterfly Miraculous to share power with others to help them save others. In this way he could go his good from the shadows, with no one the wiser.

Marinette explains that in the world before the wish Gabriel was not a good man. Upon merely mentioning a few bad events, Gabriel and Emily are horrified.

"Perhaps the Guardian is right," Gabriel laments. "If I committed these terrible crimes, not only do I not deserve a son, but Paris is safer as it is now."

However, Marinette mentions that this world is wrong. Reluctantly, Emilie agrees. She confesses that all these years she has felt something wrong, and she knows Gabriel felt it as well. That's why the two of them were trying to atone and do good for others, but it was never enough.

With a newfound resolve, Gabriel becomes Hawk Moth and akumatizes Marinette into Ladybug. Emilie also uses the broken Peacock Miraculous to transform, which horrifies Gabriel, but she stands resolute as she knows what Ladybug must do is bigger than herself. Emilie adds, "I'll also give you a sentimonster of your own choosing. If you're going up against the Guardian you will need all the help you can get."

Ladybug would tempted to bring back Adrien with the amok, but instead she knows what she has to do. In order to beat Master Fu if it comes down to fighting. She then recreates Cat Noir.

"As a sign of good faith," Hawk Moth says, "we give you these."

After this, he then not only removes the brooch and turns back into Gabriel, but gives it to her alongside a kwatagama. Emilie also takes off the Peacock Miraculous and gives it to Ladybug.

"These are the Peacock and the Butterfly Miraculouses," Gabriel says. "You can return these to the Guardian so they are with the others. If you are successful, we will not need them any longer."

"You trust me that much?" Ladybug asks.

"If we do have a son in this we'd like to think he'd have as kind of a heart as you do."

Gabriel does give her one final piece of advice. "Even if I am a villain in the other world, don't try to change things. I'm fully prepared to pay the price. Let me face the consequences of my own actions. Neither that version of myself nor I deserve a second chance."

"Likewise," Emilie says, "I know I would gladly give my life for my son. Now I get the chance to help set things right."

Ladybug then goes to Master Fu's. Master Fu is outraged that she has sold her soul for power just like all the mysterious "heroes" that have shown up and turns into Jade Turtle. Ladybug tries to explain that she's not a villain and that she is willing to return even the Peacock and Butterfly Miraculouses in exchange for the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses. Fu declares that she is a villain who doesn't even know it, and so he has to fight Ladybug.

Since Ladybug's powers come from an akuma, she can use her Lucky Charm more than once. Of course, Jade Turtle counters with a barrier and says he can wait it out.

"Cat Noir" cataclysms the barrier, but Master Fu forms it again. Cat Noir's ring pads begin to disappear. Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm and is able to win the fight. (Okay, I haven't worked this part out yet.)

She repeats a variation of the speech Fu had given her in "Miracle Queen."

"Master Fu," Ladybug says, "you are the best Guardian I've ever met. You taught me that we all make mistakes, but what matters is to fix them. Please, trust me, and let me fix this mistake."

Jade Turtle then yields then becomes Master Fu again. Cat Noir also doubles over as his markings disappear on the ring finger. Ladybug doesn't understand, but he reminds her that he's not the real Cat Noir just before he disappears. She realizes that this is because he's just a recreation of the Cat Noir she knew, but she did not know who was behind the mask so he ceased to exist when he switched back. She gives Master Fu the Butterfly and Peacock Miraculouses, but not the kwatagama (it's still in her yo-yo, and, yes, this is an important point for future arcs). Master Fu then gives her the Ladybug and Cat Noir Miraculouses, and then she wears them and makes the wish. But Marinette wished for everything to be it was...with one exception. She wishes that Gabriel Agreste wasn't Hawk Moth or Shadow Moth or Monarch any more so that Adrien could have a father.

This wish recreated the world as it was with one exception...Instead of being Monarch, Gabriel has lost his memory of being Hawk Moth, the Miraculous, and just about everything since he met Emilie. However, because he is no longer Monarch...he no longer has a hold of the Butterfly Miraculous...and that Miraculous ends up in Lila's possession. Because Gabriel does not remember Emilie, the power fades and she passes away in her coffin unnoticed to the world. However, Gabriel decides to be there for Adrien, no matter that he does not know his son any more, and he and Nathalie act as parent and guardian to create new memories for each other. So...yeah, I kind of went overboard there. But my point is letting the bad guy win, even when redemption equals death, leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

*Important note. Just like the new leaks confirm, it's clear Ladybug still does NOT know Cat Noir's identity and vice versa. EDIT: I realized a big plot hole in the above is that Colt Fathom is supposedly the one who gave Gabriel his money...so I pretty much have to wait until the episodes air before finalizing the details of my FixitFic.

#ml season 5 spoilers #ml season 5 #miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #miraculous spoilers #miraculous leaks #mlbspoilers #spoilers #ml salt

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birdstooth · 1 year

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SERIES - The Grey Man AU

Stop All the Clocks - we found kittens!! (Lloyd, Six)

Late Night Discussions - St. Courtney patron saint of trolls 🙏 (Lloyd, Six)

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor

SERIES - Campus AU

Quick Study - Wolfish + pt 2 + pt 3 (Bucky)

SERIES - Hopelessly Devoted

Chap 1 - Rachel but she's Malibu Barbie/a nice Regina George

Chap 2 - Andy but he’s a Pomeranian

SERIES - Hue and Cry

Masterlist - READ IT

Chap 1 - advanced psychological warfare (Bucky)

Chap 9 - kill each other!! (Bucky and Steve) + Heraldry + Medal ceremony

SERIES - One

don't look!! (Steve, Bucky)

SERIES - Resistance

Pt 3 - The Triumvirate (Steve/Tony/Bucky) + NEW crew member lmao

SERIES - Unexpected

Animal Crossing Crossdressing

SERIES - Unsolicited

Chap 26 - Humpty Dumpty Allegory? (Lloyd but he’s an egg)

Chap 30 - I’M GONNA BOP YOU feral dog.gif

SERIES - Who's the Boss

Asks/Headcanons:

Lloydlander

Suzanne, defender of interns (kind of)

Bonnie and Clyde CLloyd

Who's the (Cake) Boss

Elle Woods aesthetic

Gotta love Craigslist

Chap 1 - Americano for GABRIELLE

Chap 17 - spiritual heaven equivalent of your choice ft. bunnies

@delaber

To Let You Win - Bucky with “training weapons”

Saturday Mornings - marginally related doodle (Bucky)

A Date - dates are the #1 cause of 70% of global warming (Borky)

Warrior/Worrier - Hallmark's top sellers

@georgiapeach30513

SERIES - All or Nothing

This story hasn’t been written yet but we’ve already chosen sides lol

Definitely not the plot but also maybe bc anything is possible

SERIES - Closer to Heaven and Closer to You

Pt 2 - A BULL TELLING YOU A JOKE ABOUT BULLS

Pt 3 - How Bucky gets his robo arm

Pt 5 - BUNNY & CLYDE + coloured version

Pt. 7 - everything everywhere all at once

SERIES - Stained Like Georgia Clay

Masterlist - THE MOVIE POSTER (Mr. Peanut, Bumblebezo$, Loretta, Hal)

Chap 5 - Loretta but she's Tom Sawyer (Loretta, Hal, various sheep)

Chap 11 - Loretta gets ONE (1) bacon + alternate scene (Bumblebezo$, Loretta, Hal)

Chap 14 - Captain Wayton Toe & First Mate Loretta 🏴‍☠️ (REDACTED for spoilers, Loretta)

OTHER

Jan 2023 Masterlist - just a St. Bernard sleeping :)

@heli0s-writes

SERIES - A History of Touch

Midnight City - RIP caterpie (Steve)

@imyourbratzdoll

My Pearl - Jewlery heist (Ari, ft. special guest Princess ARIEL)

Drabbles

female character x reader

@lloydsbitch

SERIES - Secret Sierra

Chap 10 - "my two dads"

@navybrat817

The Truth Will Set You Free - dress rehearsal (Nick Fowler, Max Burnett)

Follow You Home - you forgot your Rose! (Bucky x reader)

@rustytricycle

SERIES - The Lion's Mouth

Chap XV - Right now, right now? (Peter Parker) + Idiot Sandwich (Suzanne and Lloyd)

Chap XVI - Poor Suzanne lol (Suzanne and Lloyd)

@secretswiftymarvelfan

His One Weakness - Lloyd vs a spider

SERIES - Memory Served

What's in a name?

Part 1 - Ransom vs doggos

Part 4 - surprise cameo

@slyyywriting

SERIES - F1 Series

Oversteer (Bucky x trainer!reader)

@straywords

Drabbles

Best Friend! Bucky x Avenger! Reader

Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader x Bucky Barnes

@thenhewaswrongaboutme

SERIES - Your Hands Have Made Some Good Mistakes

Chap 25 - Steve eats a yucky appetizer :(

Epilogue - she wants to order (Bucky)

Barbed Wire & Bare Hands (blurb) - No Steeb, only us!!

SERIES - Northbound & Reaching

Spring Chicken (blurb) - good job buddy!!

SERIES - After You, Hell Should Be Easy

Chap 1 - surveillance time lapse (Winter Soldier)

Build-a-Bucky

dividers by @firefly-graphics

#lloyd hansen #andy barber #Bucky barnes #Steve rogers #ransom drysdale #winter soldier #Peter parker #personally curated fic recs #comics and doodles #fic recs #fic art #masterlist

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angelkiller666 · 9 months

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DLC Theories (and SPOILERS)

(WARNING! this journal contains spoilers! read at your own risk! also, i have a few theories about the game as well, understand that these are THEORIES! they have not yet been confirmed or denied. please do NOT make some war over these theories PLEASE! your allowed to agree or disagree with these theories i have, i don't mind/care, but don't be a jerk about it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!) ok, 1st theory: i seen a LOT of people hating Gregory's guts for betraying Cassie when she needed it most, as in the game, it looked like he cut the elevator wires and sending Cassie back down with the Mimic who has the ability to copy voices (that's gonna be important soon so keep that in mind) my theory is that what if Gregory DIDN'T betray Cassie? what if the Mimic picked up that walkie-talkie after exposing itself to Cassie and tricked her AGAIN? because (in theory) i don't think Gregory, who took down 3 big ass animatronics (especially Monty's ass) and even faced off that spring-trap corpse himself as well! (i am told that the Afton we fought off in Security Breach wasn't Afton himself, so i'll let you decide) and in the game we see cutouts of Gregory comforting Cassie when no one came to her B-Day (from what we see and hear in the DLC) so SURELY Gregory wouldn't backstab Cassie like that, plus, Gregory seemed like a smart kid! so he would have at least tell Cassie to hang in there until he found a way to help her as Cassie came back to the Ruins to save Gregory. but then again, we don't know as the DLC gave us more questions than answers. so it looks like we'll behaving another game coming out soon. 2nd and a half theory: a lot of people be hating on Glamrock Bonnie's official design (which is stupid, he ain't our character) but also REALLY leaning on the theory that Monty took him out. which MAY be a possibility....but i was studying what his injuries looked like and i don't see any claw marks anywhere (now it COULD just be me, i do have shit vision so who knows) i actually got 1 and a half theories here. first one is Vanny used the bots to kill off Glamrock Bonnie because he walked in on her while she had one of the missing kids with her. second theory he accidently got crushed in bowling machine. say he slipped or got stuck in the machine, because when you find Glamrock Bonnie's body, BOTH his legs are detached. last theory i have for him is a lot more far fetched, but hey, a guess is a guess. what if the Mimic caused Glamrock Bonnie's death?? we don't know fully about the Mimic, other than it's a killing machine that can copy voices. but again, who knows. maybe i'm right, maybe i'm wrong. but maybe the next game will explain more 3rd theory: people are really wishing that we're just dealing with AI and not the souls. which MAY be the case of the game. but we still don't know if it really is AI or if Vanny who took the other missing children in the Pizzaplex were still around but as spirits. it's VERY cryptic, and also i think this would be afar fetched theory, but this has been in my mind, so there's that. last theory: do ya'll remember the comics you get when you get the alternate endings? i think we're seeing some parts of those comics in the DLC like puzzle pieces. like the "prototype" Glamrock Freddy had those scars from being attacked by bots and how he has no head. another comic where Vanny leaves her mask behind, we got Cassie having it given to her. and we also see missing posters of Gregory like how we see missing newspapers of other children when we get the bad ending where we see that Gregory has no family (from what we seen) who knows! but what do you think?? lemme know your theories in the comments below!

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overtheimaginationwall · 1 year

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Heya! It's been a while…

I started working on this project 1,5 years ago, now almost 2. Sadly, my motivation was leaving me on the half of it and I barely could continue working on it.

But now, it's finally here. It's finished!!

And I really hope you like it!

Happy 5th Anniversary, Identity V!

VIDEO EXPLANATION:

The story depicted in the video isn't official but it is tied to canonical events of both characters - Edgar and Luca.

In this alternative universe Luca and Edgar were best friends before both of them ending up in the Manor.

Edgar wasn't a talkative type, not unless it was with someone he trusted and knew the most. Him and his sister were inseparable, despite different hobbies and views on the world they never went on adventures alone.

And so, one time Edgar got dragged into a ball with her. She wanted her brother to make more connections and start to be more open to the folk he was surrounded with cause who knows? Maybe there are people who would like to be pals with such creative mind like Edgar is - and there was.

It's Luca Balsa!

Both of them shared a high interest in arts and craft - Luca liked the way the young painter portrayed the world in his works while Edgar was fascinated by aspired inventor's musical and mechanical knowledge of things.

The painter started to visit such events more often so he could spend time with inventor. But not for long as the tragedy stroke.

Edgar's beloved sister passed away.

It was damaging blow to Edgar's poor mental health. His depression was so strong he barely left his workshop, his paintings getting more darker and grim.

Now Luca is the only person he had left. His friend tried his best to comfort him but Edgar's constant thoughts about inevitable death were too strong to get rid off easily.

Years pass by:

Edgar got popular for his unique works of art while Luca got an apprentice position under famous inventor Alva.

Both of their lives were going smooth until one day the building where Luca and Alva were caught fire from mysterious electric mishap. Luca was taken to the police and soon into prison for apparent murder.

Couple days later Luca got out of prison and mysteriously disappeared. The wanted posters were all around the city.

Edgar meanwhile was getting worried that his one and only friend hadn't visited him or send him a letter for a long time and so, finally after many years spent in his house, he walks out to find out that Luca got into a mess and now left without a trace.

He was devastated.

He was broken.

Few days forward Edgar gets a visit from his father. Edgar didn't know him much due to him traveling and barely spending time with family, especially his one and only son.

His dad never liked his interest in art and wanted him to be like him instead. He been saying these things almost all the time when they crossed paths. But now. It was a final straw.

On this quiet night the blood flowed through the cracks of old wooden floor and painted the canvas in dark red stain.

Edgar murdered his father.

And then comes flutter of the wings, a bird flew into the scene. It was holding a letter.

The letter contained his next goal - find more inspiration to live for.

He accepted it without a hesitation.

By the sunrise painter left the city in search of The Manor that said would help him achieve his goal.

When he arrived he didn't expect a lot of people welcoming him in. He also didn't expect to hear a familiar voice…

It was Luca! His long-lost friend!

He looked different yet his personality didn't change at all. He was still extraverted and bright light in a grey crowd.

Yet the only thing was missing, he didn't recognize him at all and barely remembers what happened and when.

Edgar was surprised at first and wanted to know what happened but he also knew it will take a long time to figure out.

Months pass by, painter already settled in his new life at this mysterious Manor.

Thou the memories of life before haven't been put to rest.

They both decided to meet at the old tree that was near the grounds of Manor and Edgar was ready to take everything piled up from many years off his chest: how he was worried and broken all these year without him and that he had done a crime he wouldn't forgive himself for.

Luca, despite still not recollecting the events in his head, accepts painter's story as part of his and tells him that since they got back together again it's time for them to forget the past and live in present and build their future together anew!

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clovexei · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland Impressions Part 3

Spoilers for the Halloween event and events through book 4, saving my favorite parts for posterity

- The Halloween Trey/Rook/Sebek saga CONTINUES. Absolutely love how normal a person Trey is except for his obsession with teeth lol.

- Trey: “Your family owns a DENTAL CLINIC?” / Sebek: “Yeah? My dad is a dentist, so--” / Trey: “CAN I MEET HIM. CAN I MEET YOUR DAD.”

- Just the *chef kiss* of Trey complaining about how Sebek and Rook are Too Weird followed up IMMEDIATELY by him vibrating with excitement at the prospect of meeting a dentist. (+ Deuce in the background like, “Oh, yeah, teeth-brushing is kind of his hobby”) AMAZING. 10/10 PAYOFF.

- The ghost possessing Azul just... lays down on the ground to talk to the party? And then the party runs over to kick the shit out of him until the ghost comes out? I guess?? No “maybe we take him with us until the ghost gets bored and leaves” or “maybe we chase Azul around until the ghost gets tired and leaves.” Straight to cracking our knuckles and Violence TM

- I love Silver so much. ;---; Every possessed person we come to, he’s like, “PLEASE, you’re my BEST FRIEND/DAD and I LOVE YOU and YOU’RE BETTER THAN THIS and you need to WAKE UP.” The ghost is always like “Nah fuck you we fightin’“ but I love that he keeps trying with each new person, what a sweetheart.

(And then Lilia’s proud, “Who could ever have raised such a wonderful boy?! Oh! It was me!” WHAT A GOOD AND ABSOLUTELY BONKERS LITTLE FAMILY AUUUGH.)

- Also Silver’s casual “I fought a bear” and Jamil’s "YOU DID FUCKING W H A T.” Rating this Halloween event 100/10 for these kids just dropping incredible childhood truth bombs on each other.

- Ch. 4 finale was Let Jamil Be a Bitch Please He is So Tired

- Alternately, the ch. 4 finale was Jamil going “I’M GONNA BE THE BEST DON’T FUCKING STOP ME” and everyone else going “Okay, that’s valid, live your best life” and Azul trying immediately to recruit him as his girlboss husband.

- Also: Jamil: YOU’RE A SPOILED LITTLE RICH BOY AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. Kalim: Okay! We can be friends! :) Jamil: NO. Kalim: Okay! We can be rivals! :) Jamil: YOU ARE NOT LISTENING.

- Playing the Scarabia chapter at the same time as the special Fireworks event was a T R I P. One was Jamil losing his last emotional straw and trying to fling Kalim into the sun; the other was Kalim & Jamil being sunny/grumpy buddies and cheerfully keeping Malleus company while he rides in a car for the first time

- Also also also Ace and Deuce taking public transit ALL the way back to campus as soon as they get Yu’s SOS message!!! What sweet friends! ;u;

- I’m expecting there to be an itemized bill at some point, but Azul taking charge of the Scarabia dorm situation and devising better/healthier studying & training methods for all of the students was really lovely.

#twisted wonderland #continuing to have an absolutely bonkers time #the truth

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robbyswayzekeenes · 3 years

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fuck up our friendship━ eli moskowitz imagine

eli moskowitz x fem!reader

set after the party in 2x09, pretty wholesome with admitting feelings but also angst bc the reader is tryna be friends with both eli and demetri and it is NOT going well

Once the police busted the party, Y/N knew she had to find Eli. The girl was a Miyagi-Do student, and she knew full well that Sam and Robby would not appreciate her going to find her oldest friend and Cobra Kai’s number one asshole, but the pair were having their own issues, so it was unlikely they would find out. Y/N and Eli had been friends since the girl moved to the Valley at the start of freshman year. She wasn’t exactly a loser as someone like Yasmine or Kyler would word it, and many people never understood why she signed away her high school popularity to be friends with the two biggest dorks in school-- Demetri and Eli-- but she wouldn’t have wanted anybody else. Demetri and Eli had been best friends since kindergarten, and the h/c slotted into the group perfectly. They may have had it pretty bad at school, but they had each other.

Then, two years later, at the start of their junior year, karate came back to the Valley. Whilst Y/N and Demetri had always been seemingly content with living their lives as losers, apparently Eli didn’t feel the same. It wasn’t the mohawk or the new name they particularly had a problem with, or his newfound popularity that bothered them. It was the way he went about getting it. Hawk was becoming the very person he had always hated. Both of his best friends knew this wasn’t the person he really was, but when Demetri had addressed this, Eli declared an all out war against him. So now Y/N was left as the middle-man, trying to care for both of her best friends and bring them back together without choosing a side. And neither of them made it easy.

Tonight, at Moon’s party, Y/N had been so hopeful. The two sat talking about Doctor Who whilst the girl stood beside Robby and Sam, sipping her drink and pretending she wasn’t listening in to what Demetri and Eli were talking about. She allowed herself to get distracted for one moment to talk with Robby about skateboarding and suddenly, Eli was pouring his drink all over Demetri’s head. With a shameful sigh, Y/N walked over to the two, handing paper towels to the dark haired boy and raising her eyebrows at Eli. The red haired boy gave her a sheepish, apologetic smile before wandering off to join the other Cobras.

In all fairness, Hawk had it coming when Demetri stood up on that stage with the mic in his hand, but the brown eyed boy didn’t need to take it that far. Watching from where she stood with the other Miyagi-Dos, her e/c eyes flitted between Eli and Demetri. It pained the girl to watch her two best friends fight, but it hurt more knowing she was watching her best friend and the boy she was in love with attempt to tear each other’s heads off. Y/N had developed the biggest crush on Eli in their sophomore year, and everybody knew it except the boy in question. Demetri knew it, too, which was why initially he was so hesitant to launch an attack against his best friend, no matter how much he deserved it. But that night, he hadn’t held back.

Once the cops pulled up outside, everything descended into chaos. Her eyes met with Demetri’s, which were filled with remorse, and he nodded at her. “Go find him. Make sure he’s okay.” Y/N offered the boy a small smile in return. She knew Demetri still cared for Eli, and Eli still cared for Demetri. It was just Hawk who appeared not to. Rushing out the house so as not to get caught by the police, the h/c found Eli walking out the back of the house alone. The rest of the Cobras weren’t around, which reassured Y/N, but only slightly. “Eli!” She called, causing his head to swing around, his blue eyes catching hers. “What do you want? Come to humiliate me even more?” “Eli,’ The girl breathed in response, sounding exasperated as she caught up to him. “You know I wouldn’t do that.” “I didn’t think Demetri would, either,” He responded, allowing Y/N to see how hurt he really was. “And I didn’t think you would attack him when we were at the mall the other day. Or pour beer on his head.” Eli let out a sigh-- he was Eli now he was around Y/N. She was the only person he trusted enough to let his newfound guard down around.

“I’ve told you this before, Y/N,” The red haired boy said with a sigh. “Demetri chose his side. He went against us. Against Cobra Kai.” “I don’t need to hear it again, Eli,” The h/c haired girl huffed. “I’m just here to make sure you’re okay. Cobra Kai or not, you’re my best friend. I care about you, and so does Demetri.” “Whatever,” The boy exhaled, but he still allowed Y/N to walk the rest of the way home with him, and even come in when he opened the door and headed inside. “Mom isn’t home,” Eli spoke, closing the door and flicking off his shoes, “She’s on night shift tonight.” “Good job I’m here then,” Y/N nodded, knowing how much the blue eyed boy hated being alone. Eli didn’t say anything in response, just smiled smally.

Any alcohol consumed at the party that evening had begun to wear off, as Eli and Y/N sat on the couch in the front room. The silence was awkward for the first few moments; it always was now that there was a clear divide pushing the two apart, but both of them more than anything wanted to stay close. As much as Y/N’s crush on Eli was clear as day (to everyone other than him), the boy’s reciprocated feelings were much better hidden, especially with his new Hawk facade. However, Cobra Kai had thrown in the spanner in the works, and any chance the boy may have had with his best friend was seemingly gone. Yet, every few nights the girl would still come over and spend time with Eli, alternating the time she used to spend with both her best friends.

Eventually, the awkwardness faded, and the two would begin to speak about anything and everything they hadn’t caught up on, considering they had spent most of the summer apart at their separate dojos. An hour or so past, taking the time up to midnight, before Eli invited Y/N to stay the night like she had many times before. The h/c hastily agreed, and followed Eli upstairs to his bedroom, yawning quietly due to exhaustion. Once they made it up, her e/c eyes widened. “What the fuck happened in here?” The once blue walls, littered with posters, were now red and bare. A punching bag stood where a fake TARDIS used to be, and there wasn’t a funko pop in sight, which was not at all like Eli Moskowitz. The bedsheets were just plain black, rather than Star Wars themed, but when the h/c craned her neck, there were still small, glow-in-the-dark stars littered across the ceiling. “I redecorated,” Was all Eli said, flopping down on his bed.

Y/N flopped down beside him. “I think I preferred the Doctor Who merch,” The girl admitted honestly, causing Eli to look at her with wide eyes. “Did you know the new Doctor was female?” “Of course,” The h/c smiled, “Me and Demetri still watch every Friday night.” At the mention of this, Eli’s face fell, causing Y/N to frown. “You know he didn’t really want to hurt you tonight,” The girl sighed, attempting to lock eyes with Eli who was staring down at his fidgeting fingers. “It was a shitty thing to do, but you’ve both done shitty things to each other.” She continued her speech, becoming more and more passionate as she spilled her frustration out to Eli: “Do you know how hard it is for me to watch my two best friends fight with each other? Over something as petty as a fucking karate dojo! I know that I can’t stop you two fighting and the best I can do is try and maintain the middle ground, because the last thing I want to do is choose between my best friend and the others at Miyagi-Do, and the boy I’ve had feelings for since forever.”

Y/N’s voice began to fade out as she calmed down, but Eli was still staring at her, seemingly in shock. Noticing how panicked the boy looked, the girl’s face softened. “I’m sorry for yelling, Eli, I-” “You said you had feelings for me.” His voice was deadpan, showing no emotions as his blue eyes bore into Y/N. The girl’s mouth opened and closed in shock. “I- Maybe I said that. Accidentally. Maybe-” “You have feelings for me?” Eli spoke again, and for a second, he sounded like Eli, like the person he was before all this karate shit took over. With a sigh, the girl nodded. “Congratulations. You’re officially the last person to know.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” The boy asked, his eyes wide. “I don’t know,” The girl shrugged. “Guess I didn’t wanna fuck up our friendship, but I guess karate’s doing that for us.” Y/N’s e/c eyes chose to rest on the bed sheets beneath her instead of on Eli as he responded. “Well, what if I want to fuck up our friendship?” At this comment, however, the girl’s eyes shot up, just in time for Eli to place his hand on her chin and placed his lips against hers.

She was shocked at first, but Y/N soon kissed back, placing her hands on the boy’s face to pull him closer. The girl felt him smile into the kiss as he rolled himself closer, wrapping a hand round her waist to draw her in. “I’ll fuck up our friendship a hundred times over if it means I can do that again,” Y/N smiled, resting her forehead against his. Eli kissed her once again, softly, before saying: “For the record, I like you, too. I’m surprised Demetri didn’t tell you.” “That rat!” Y/N exclaimed, though she wasn’t really annoyed. “I’m going to kill him!” “Right now?” Eli asked, quirking his eyebrow with a cocky smirk. “Hm, maybe not,” The girl grinned, biting her lip and pulling the boy closer. “I think I’ll just stay here and kiss you.”

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eyrieofsynapses · 3 years

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Okay okay okay, so, I know everyone’s been posting the promo art, but I’m looking at this and I have some immediate observations to make before I go bounce over to today’s Leverage panel.

Y’all, I’m screaming, this is absolutely gorgeous. Anyway:

This is set entirely in space. There’s been a lot of stuff going on off of Earth ever since the second season, but we generally aren’t away from it for too long, even in Outsiders. Does this mean we’ll be spending even more time off-planet this time around?

That’s a boom tube opening behind Nightwing, isn’t it? Given that that’s the favored method of traveling in space, I think that might be some support for the “lots of time off-planet” theory. There’s also a few more planets in the background that don’t look like they’re from our solar system.

Look at the two largest planets. Earth’s on the left, and I can only assume Mars is the one on the right. Now, we know that M’gann and Conner are going to Mars, but the positioning is... interesting. M’comm already messed around with Earth in the third season. If I remember right, we don’t know why M’gann and Conner are going there. This is a bit of a stab in the dark, but could this mean we’re going to be seeing some inter-planetary conflict?

Those globes in the background are awfully interesting! I can think of a lot of things they could connect to, like Halo’s powers, buuut the thing they most remind me of is the typical setup for DC’s multiverse. We often see multiple versions of Earth overlapping and interconnecting in art for things like Infinite Earths. Maybe each of these represents another dimension? Again, big stab in the dark, but, well, we are hoping to see Wally again, and alternate dimensions would be a way to handle that.

There’s also the matter of the Legion of Superheroes character at the very end of Outsiders. They could be timeline-related instead of dimension-related. (That would also help tackle Bart’s backstory.)

Only the original team is featured in the poster. I repeat: only the ORIGINAL TEAM is on the poster. This is a dramatic change from stuff for Invasion and Outsiders. We’ve been promised more of the original team for this season, and I have to wonder... does this mean they’re going to take center stage again and put the newbies to the back? Because if so, yes please. That isn’t to say that I don’t like the new kids. But look, I love the original Team, and frankly the show’s been incredibly overwhelming with all of the new kids. They need to put some characters on the backburner. In fact, I’d say it’s time to let the original Team wrap up some of their arcs. If they get a season to do their final stuff, the new kids could take over full-time in a theoretical fifth season and get the focus they deserve later.

As lots of people are pointing out: ROCKET!!! The radio-type play we heard last year already had her as a bigger focal point, but for her to be on the major poster is big. Is she finally getting the attention she deserves? Pleeeaaaase can we get an arc for Rocket?

And Zatanna! With any luck we’ll be getting some focus on her arc with Doctor Fate.

(Just for the record. I wonder if this is the first YJ poster we’ve seen with more women than men on it.)

I have no idea what those little cyrstals up in the corner are, but I get the sense they’ll be pretty important if they’re positioned in such a highlighted spot. Does anyone know what those could be?

Also: NEW SEASON STREAMING SOON! It’s soon, y’all! It’s finally happening!

And that’s about it for first impressions. Once again: damn this is a beautiful poster. There’s not a ton of info here, but it’s enough to be notable. I kept forgetting that YJ was actually coming back this month (look, Leverage: Redemption has been more than enough on my plate), but jeez, I’ll definitely be thinking about it now. Phantoms is looking more promising by the minute.

#young justice #young justice cartoon #young justice phantoms

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thurstonthomas · 2 years

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Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but [ THURSTON THOMAS ], a [ 23 ] year-old [ NONBINARY PERSON ] has lived in [ QUEENS ] for [ 1 YEAR ]. This is the city of dreams and [ HE ] knows it, because they came to NYC to be a [ MUSICIAN ]. Well, that and as the [ NEWCOMER ]. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ ADRIAN GREENSMITH ]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it!

cw : mental illness, accidental overdose (non-lethal), death in the family.

music has been in his blood since day one. his dad had some success in the 1990s touring with his band, before his days on the road were cut short when his girlfriend slash bandmate got pregnant. his dad became a stay at home husband for a bit while his mom finally took the teaching job she’d been putting off since she decided to do music full-time. neither of them regretted this choice, as they were fond of telling thurston. that said, there were always going to be some drawbacks to being born to young, isolated, inexperienced parents. his dad was twenty when he was born, his mom twenty-six.

for one, there was the name: thurston, for thurston moore of sonic youth. years of being nicknamed thirsty by uncreative elementary school kids got him to the point of going by thurston or ‘nothing at all’. most of the kids preferred the latter, ignoring him altogether or just calling him ‘freak’. perhaps that was when he really started to feel the change coming on within.

his parents had cleaned up their image. his dad’s long hair was cropped short for his own new job, his mom had taken her piercings out, dyed her hair back to brown. the b-movie posters and tacky collectable mugs that had littered his house his whole childhood were superseded by nice wallpaper, matching glasses that came new from homesense. his parents had fully gone the yuppie route, and they’d stray back away later, but at the time that he was entering high school, he felt a need to rebel against this beige-washing, to return to what he felt had been the glory days.

out came sonic youth, pavement, the pixies, sebadoh, 12 rods, sloan, asrielle — out came the alternative. the cds, records, and cassettes that his parents had stacked away reemerged in his bedroom, blasted to deafening through his cheap headphones. he studied the music of his parents’ peers with an almost religious reverence, and with his dad’s old candy apple red telecaster in hand, he began to teach himself the music he’d grown up on.

after high school finally ended he was desperate to get away. university was the obvious answer, until he failed out a year in. he soon learned that he’d been accommodated by his teachers his entire school career up until that point, and without the forgiveness for habitually late or undone homework and assignments, without the support of the two friends he’d had, he essentially had a breakdown. the school doctor diagnosed him with adhd, and on the final day of class an accidental overdose of his prescribed medication left him feeling so wretched that he tossed the bottle the next day. he came home to skulk around his home like an overgrown bat, until his parents finally put their foot down: do something, or he’d have to go stay with his grandparents. at that time, it seemed like the answer was obvious.

his grandparents lived up north, in the muskoka region. cottage country, people called it. all it meant to him was that he went from relative business of guelph to near silence, 90% of the year. thurston couldn’t drive, and the only internet at the house was dial-up, so his world narrowed to music and his grandparents. he got really good at chess, and gardening, and swimming, and also, somewhere in there, music. he’d finally tipped over the point where he could cover a song and just, understand it. the music made sense.

at this point he decided to try post-secondary education again. maybe university wasn’t for him, but college could be fun. he went for film and television, based on some vague childhood notion of wanting to work in movies. all his old issues cropped back up, but one thing was different: he’d found a band. after spotting a ‘guitarist wanted’ ad on a corkboard, he’d auditioned, and got it. for the next year and a half he and the band were inseparable. and then, he failed out of school. again.

he came home and returned to his earlier routine, until his granddad died. suddenly, it was a whirlwind. his grandma was selling the house and moving into his old room with his parents, while he slept on the couch. his parents were doing their best for her and for thurston, but he knew he was in the way. so he found his dad’s address book and copied down his aunt’s new york city address. she’d always said he was welcome to come visit when she used to come down for christmas, so he figured it was worth a shot.

with a backpack of clothing and his guitar case, he got the first bus to new york, only telling his dad that he’d figured out a place to live. of course, when he got to his aunt’s address, it turned out she’d moved. great. thuston was at his wits end when he all but stumbled into the dive bar, but it turned out to be just the move. spilling his guts drunkenly somehow solved all his problems: a place to stay, and a job. nevermind that he didn’t technically have a visa — the whole thing was under the table, for cash and room and board, and he was more than happy to take what he could get.

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jawllines · 4 years

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So when he rolled up to the nurse’s station at 6PM just before she gave report to night shift, a stolen pudding cup in hand and cheeks rosy from the cold chill of Gibby’s hospital room. Harry grins at her, “Let me drive you to my place, yeah? I’m making dinner tonight.”

Her brows raise, a smile teases her mouth as she finishes writing down a cheat sheet for each room that she can give to the nurse coming in (she’s a bit new, and doesn’t know the flow of the floor very well yet, so Y/N tries to help when she can) “Yeah? Didn’t know you could cook.”

A gasp leaves him, “Oi, of course I can cook! I could make a Sunday roast that would put any Nan on the block to shame.”

Y/N gets everything she’s ever wanted (Harry does too)

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vii.

“Holy fuck.”

Y/N had been equal parts nervous and excited when Harry invited her to his flat, a mere four days after they returned from Sweden. In all their time together, and in what they had gone through in the past few months, Y/N had not even so much as been extended the offer to go to his flat, let alone actually be privy to it. To no fault of his own -- Y/N reckons that the last thing on his mind was a tour of his home when someone was threatening to rob their company blind and murder his boss -- but that never meant she wasn’t curious.

She was excited because she thrived off visiting people’s places for the first time and learning what their decorating techniques consisted of. Ever since they’d started chatting past the nurse/family relationship, Y/N had been intrigued to know what his place looked like, and would even theorize about it sometimes if she had a moment to spare. Harry had very offhandedly mentioned that he had a Tanuki statue stationed to the right of his door as soon as you walked in, and Y/N (who also had a Tanuki statue) had her interest piqued immediately. Did she and Harry have similar decorating styles or just equivalent odd taste in staple items? Was that his only piece of decoration?

Some boys she considered complete psychopaths and had barren walls besides maybe a flag or a singular sports poster -- that’s why she’s nervous. Hell, she’d love him all the same if he was repping a Manchester football poster but visiting his flat would be a bit of a struggle.

A gasp leaves him, “Oi, of course I can cook! I could make a Sunday roast that would put any Nan on the block to shame.”

“Better watch your mouth, Miss. Gregory has a keen sense of hearing and would beg to differ.” She clicks her pen shut, looking up to where he was leaning against the counter, “I’ll let you drive me, yeah, but can we stop by my place so I can grab Ubbe and a change of clothes? Reckon you don’t want the scent of hospital clouding your flat.”

‘Yes we can stop to grab Ubbe, no you may not grab any clothes. Want you in mine.”

Y/N pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, fixing a response for him in her head but Johnathan just about trips over himself with a convenience store cappuccino and a reusable grocery bag with his lunch, “I’m so sorry m’late, my bloody dog decided he was going to wee on my scrubs.”

“Well, I hope you changed out of them.” Harry notes and Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes before she rolls her chair over to him and starts her shift report.

Things had been calm since they returned from Sweden. Or as calm as they can be post-kidnapping, attempted murder, gang fiasco they had encountered there. When Y/N saw Gibson after it had happened, he pulled her into his body closely and squeezed her tight enough that she had a bit of trouble breathing. Y/N couldn’t lie, she was immensely happy to see him, and despite what she had learned about his relationship between him and his son, she let herself enjoy the cuddle. Even the kiss that he pushed to her temple, before holding tight on her shoulders, “I am not a man who fears many things,” he had started slowly, “Nor am I a man who cares about many things, but you -- I care about you,” he cradles her cheeks in his palms, patting it gently, “I’m glad you’re safe.”

Gibson -- just as Harry -- had a knack for making her feel like a very important addition to their lives. He was relieved to know that she would be his main nurse for the day, and Y/N it’s so he could keep an eye on her. She couldn’t fault him for it though because she beckons Harry around so that she can keep an eye on him. Niall doesn’t think anything is out of the ordinary regarding it, since they usually traveled in something short of a pack. The only reference to the night before that he made (other than asking about her hand, which she had promptly explained that she drunkenly broke a vase and tried to clean it up with her hands) was squeezing her shoulders and uttering, “Champagne turns you into a lightweight, ey? Harry treat you right?” Harry smiled a bit to himself and Y/N cleared her throat, tucking the hair behind her ear.

“Tucked me in, got me water, nursed my hangover, the whole nine.”

Niall patted Harry on the shoulder, “Nice then, mate. Hear one thing about you hurtin’ her and I’ll have to do ya in.”

Harry pouted, “What’s with all the threats my way?”

The night before had felt surreal; a bad, hyper-realistic dream that stuck with her like syrup to a plate. There wasn’t much on the agenda for them since the wedding had passed so they all kind of lingered in Niall and Gibson’s room. They ordered room service, rented a horror film (Gibson was something short of a horror buff, it turned out), and relaxed for the first time in a very long time. It felt like everyone had collectively let out a sigh (apart from Niall, who remained blissfully unaware and fast asleep most of the day).

Harry allowed the others to love upon her for a majority of the time they spent in Gibson’s room. She alternated from being close to where Gibson sat, to leaning against Mickey, and hell she even hung out with Niall a bit when he bothered to wake up. The only bits alone they had together were when she would take Ubbe out for a wee, which normally Mickey might want to accompany her during, but Harry was insistent that he be the one. Had practically pushed her over attempting to get up before Mickey could even think to say that he wanted to go, which he later apologized for.

“I just. . .it won’t be like this for long, but I just -- I wanna be near you, y’know?”

She did know -- because she didn’t want him out of her sight. The few moments that she had to spend, leaving him behind with someone who would ( did) harm him given the chance -- she couldn’t stand it. Could have crawled out of her skin even -- and she knows he must have felt the same, if not worse. Y/N was even more thankful now than ever that they were sharing a hotel room.

Because by the end of the night, when Y/N gave Gibson his nighttime meds, tucked Niall in, and pecked a kiss to Mickey’s scruffy cheek -- they got to flee together. Popped open the door to their room, Ubbe ran in first and beat them to the bed, and Harry suggested a cheeky shower together which -- well, Y/N said if he didn’t mind her in a shower cap (she couldn’t be arsed to wash her hair) then they could go right ahead and do it.

So they did, and Y/N doesn’t think she’s ever been this close with someone before. She helps him tie a plastic baggy over his thigh so that the bandage didn’t get wet before she changed it, and in turn, he helped her tie her own around her hand, “It’s good that I’m here, hm? How else would you clean this arm if you didn’t have me?”

“Niall is dexterous enough.” She teased him.

“I can assure you that I’m far more adept with my fingers than Niall.”

Nothing but bare, smooth skin that their hungry eyes drink each other in. Harry had a lot of tattoos and she can’t help but outline them with her gaze, though she does attempt not to let them wander too far downward -- she would feel bad to stare at his bits, even if he was getting a good look at hers. She did take a whack at his peachy bottom when he leaned over to turn the shower on, and he squeaked, putting his hand over it palm outward, “Aish, that hurt!” Y/N went for him again, a little harder on the other cheek until he straightened out and pivoted, looking at her with furrowed brows, “I’ll spank your bum, see how you like it.”

(Y/N reckons she would like it.)

The shower had been good; it was hot, steamy, and they hadn’t even done anything sexual. They just enjoyed one another, soaked in the hot pelts of water against their skin as they both took turns with who was in the direct line of the water. Harry cleaned her, sudsed her up with strawberry-scented soap, and made her all bubbly before nudging her back into the water. He sang obnoxiously loud, ticked her when he could, and he did get her back with a few swats on her wet bum, leaving a resounding smack that bounced off the walls in an echo. She had fun, and when he bent down to slide their lips together for an innocent little peck, she was over the moon.

It was just good to be with him, and she was happy that her feelings were finally able to be expressed. And he had almost immediately quelled her worries when she thought that maybe this was just a Sweden thing -- maybe they would go home, Harry would not feel the need to be around her constantly since the initial threat had been dealt with and he could go on about his normal life. When she really thought about it, she was sort of just a wrench in his normal plans -- an unnecessary addition and disruption, having accidentally gotten involved in their whole scenario.

But almost as soon as they landed, an hour or two after they had all parted ways to unpack and destress, Harry rang her phone and when she answered she got a, “I don’t think m’quite ready to not be around you 24/7 -- can I come over?”

With a grin that threatened to split her cheeks, she told him to hurry up.

While things were calm now, Y/N still strayed from going out too late at night or lollygagging when she went on her walks with Ubbe. She’s cautious still, of course, but it doesn’t feel like she has to keep looking over her shoulder. They were still taking care of some things, tying off the problem with a nice, neat little bow, and figuring out the semantics of what Elias had left behind with the people he’d hired. From what she understood they were paying them off with a suitable amount to make sure whatever they had discovered or heard wouldn’t be discussed, along with the looming threat that they had actually kidnapped her, and they shouldn’t be a problem any longer. Especially given the fact that they had no emotional ties to the whole situation.

There were still a few questions she might have and confusion on some parts of what happened, but Harry opens up and explains it to her if she asks him anything.

And now she was outside his flat, after climbing seven flights of steps with an ecstatic Ubbe who was beside himself with the new smells. It was a nice area -- a rich one, at that -- the kind of place that she would press her nose up against the window glass as they pass, before looking it up later and realizing that it’s a month’s salary for rent alone. The outer exterior was all sleek and white, about a thousand windows that decorated the building and peered into the lives of the residents. There were balconies as well, each flat had one and from where she could see when they were driving around it toward the parking garage, they were evenly spaced far apart from each other. Which she reasoned that they would be decently large on the inside.

They could have taken the elevator but Y/N felt too guilty to drag Ubbe in when there was an older woman and her friends stepping in, so they took the stairs. When Y/N had suggested it she hadn’t known he was on the seventh fucking floor, but she trudged up and huffed every time he giggled and teased her, even though he huffed and puffed himself.

He was quick with his keys, the slide of the teeth into the lock was smooth and clicked in a fluid motion that she envied (she had to jiggle and jangle her own), but he paused before he twisted the knob, and turned toward her, “Listen -- this is. . .new for me. I don’t invite people over ever . . .not even like hookups or anything, so other than the movers and the occasional Mitch -- nobody else has been here. This is my own little safe space, y’know, I try not to sully it with all the shite I’m in but you -- I just can’t get the thought of you in here out of my head. Needed to see it for myself.”

Her heart was full upon entry, which she hadn’t known if that was his intent or if he just needed her to know beforehand that he wasn’t used to having other people in his flat and he might be a little squirrely. Either or, she leaned forward and nudged her forehead against his shoulder (her hands were full with a wriggling Ubbe so at the time it had been her only option to show affection). She was still a little nervous about initiating the kisses -- Harry was typically the one to initiate it and Y/N melts into them.

Harry opened his door and Y/N was almost immediately greeted with the beloved Racoon dog statue. He told her to go ahead and let Ubbe run amuck (he was her good boy though, he wouldn’t climb any couches or beds without explicitly being told he was allowed to) as she was looking around the small foyer-like entrance. Right away she could tell that Harry had somewhat of an eye for interior design -- everything was cohesive in color and sense of style, he easily put her flat to shame. The sofa was facing away from the door and loveseat was caddy corner to it, both large, and a light grey that looked incredibly pricey but lived on -- there were blankets rumpled atop of it like he might have napped there, the pillows only kind of positioned correctly on the couch. They sat on a rug that is a lighter grey in tone, atop of smooth pine flooring. Behind the sofa, there was a dark console table that stretched along the length of it with a modern square lamp on either end. To the left at the end of the couch, he had an electric fireplace installed into a wall of what appeared to be marble, and above it his tv was fixed to the wall, far bigger than what she was used to. His coffee table looked like it was made of black glass, magazines and books were halfheartedly thrown in the middle.

But what really takes her, that she’s trying to drink in entirely, is the wall of windows that is opposite of where she stood. It was clearly the way to the balcony that looked far larger than it did from the car, the panes of glass were so clear that she would probably slam right into them. They only stopped when it reached the kitchen, because of its open concept she could see it from where she stood and it was all sleek, marble counters and black appliances that all looked incredibly new. There was an island counter with bar stools that she reckons he eats at. On the opposite end of the flat, there was a hallway that she believes led to what she presumes was the rooms and bathrooms.

“Holy fuck.” That’s where she was now, her brows raised as she turned to face him, “We’ve been at my crowded, old, rickety flat when you’ve had this just laying around?”

His brows furrow deeply, “Oi, I love your flat. It’s cozy and comfortable, don’t you dare talk about her like that.”

Y/N is too enamored with what she’s seeing to pay much mind to his words. She’s looking around with her face permanently stuck with her lips in an ‘o’ as she looks up and around, taking in the artwork that he had chosen, how it smelled like him, the way it appeared well lived in yet still pristine and polished, “If I lived here, I reckon I wouldn’t leave,” she continues, reaching out, letting her fingertips stroke against the couch wondering how the material could just feel expensive, “I’d be one of those nurses that answers panicked calls from parents at like 3AM ‘cos their kid sneezed.”

A snort leaves him, but he shakes his head all the same, “S’not that great. Gets a bit lonely.” Her face is pressed against the cool glass of the windows, looking out on the dazzling lights that twinkle from the city below them, but his words and the sad inflection in his voice drags her from it. She turns to face him, where he’s setting his things down on his coffee table before sliding up beside her, “It looks much better with you stalking around it though.”

She laughs, leaning her head against his shoulder, “I’ll come stalk about whenever you want then.”

Harry maneuvers them, kisses his teeth to garner her attention before stealing her lips in a kiss when she turns to face him. Her nose scrunches up and she giggles -- he’d let his facial hair grow out some, and it tickled her face when he pressed their mouths together. She sinks into it though as she always does, and Harry can only kiss her for a few moments before he begins to smile against her, and withdraws, “Christ,” he pecks another kiss against her mouth, “Alright, I’ll show you how to operate my shower, and I’ll have some clothes out for you to change into. Will you teach me how I should wash your scrubs?”

His bathroom is just as modern and seemingly hi-tech as the rest of his flat. He surpasses the one in the hall in favor of taking her to his own through the master bedroom, which has a Hilma af Klint painting (he and Mitch have similar tastes), a bed the size of a room that she’d grown up in (it felt like at the very least) that was made, with a black comforter and about thirty thousand pillows. The headboard was large, rectangular, and a dark stained wood that his other furniture matched. Across from his bed, there is another TV affixed to the wall, with a screen saver of a night sky during a thunderstorm. It smells like lavender and Harry -- she’s comforted by it.

There’s a sleek, black tub, an entirely separate shower that came straight from the ceiling, his sink counter is large -- like, several people could keep their morning and nightly skincare routines on there. He shows her how to use the shower (there was a fucking touch screen on the wall that she used to decide the settings), makes a cheeky joke about watching her undress before he left her be to shower.

It was unlike any showering experience she’d ever had before. He showed her the rainfall setting, gave her a spare loofah to scrub with and he let her use the rose-scented body soap he had a huge container full of. She scrubbed her skin raw, washed away every bit of the day. Harry had told her there was a surprise about the towel when she was finished, which she was soon to find that he had a heated rack. The towel is warm, big, and soft as she wraps it around her body, and she finds that he had left her some clothes to change into. It was a grey soft, worn Harley Davidson shirt and sweatpants. Y/N wriggled them on and left the bathroom. Harry told her he would be in the living room, so she ventured out from his bathroom, but she pauses when her eyes flicker across his dresser.

Set on his drawer chest, there was a photo frame that made her heart swell.

Y/N very vaguely remembers taking it -- the night of the bonfire, when she was scared to be alone and that man who’d been following her turned up at the park when she was there. Harry had come to get her, made her feel safe and soft. It was the first night she had met everyone, hung out with them, drank with them until she got sleepy, and managed to slump into Harry’s body. She remembers being lulled to sleep by the steady drum of his heart, how nice it sounded, how warm she felt, and she remembered how he accommodated her body with his arm around her while he let her rest. All of that she remembers quite vividly, however, the picture that was taken is what she has to dig through her thoughts to be reminded of. It was right after Harry had woken her up, called her snoozy, and patted her bum before letting her lean against him so they could walk to the car. Just before they had started their venture to the car, she remembers Mickey stopping them, having been trigger happy with a camera the entire night.

“Big smiles! This one’s for the books.”

Y/N’s eyes shut and she smiled sleepily, her fingers thrown in a peace sign and Harry grinned wide, a dimple dotting his cheek. The ember glow of the fire outlines them in an orange-ish tint as the flash illuminates them in the night, and Y/N wonders what possessed either of them to wear ripped jeans when she was almost certain that night it was below freezing.

“Tha’s my favorite photo,” Harry’s voice rings from behind her and she nearly startled out of her skin, turning her head to look at him, the frame in hand, “Mickey gave it to me like a month or two after he had developed it, I thought we were right cute.”

“We are,” she thumbs the wooden frame, the ridges dabbing into her skin, “This is the night you first stayed at my flat.”

“After you practically tore me a new one for suggesting otherwise,” his chin hooks on her shoulder, nose dipping into the curve of her throat, “You look nice in my clothes.”

“Reckon?” She leans back, melting into his touch, “They’re very soft, kinda feels like cuddling with you. Guess if I have your shirts I don’t have to bother with the body and your freezing toes.”

“Oi,” he grumbles, sliding his arms around her waist, “Be nice, Pet, or I’ll take ‘em right back. Besides, clothes can’t pet on you, or feed Ubbe, or even turn on the godforsaken vampire film or cook dinner.”

A gasp leaves her as she spun in his arms, “You put on Twilight?”

“Of course I did, you wouldn’t shut up about it before, which had me wondering if I remembered it correctly. Figure after you we eat and you tell me about all the gross shite you had to deal with today, we could watch it.”

It was true -- on the way to his flat, she had not so subtly mentioned that it felt like she was being invited into a vampire’s home before delving into a scene by scene explanation of the better half of Twilight. Harry had openly admitted to not really liking the film but he let’s her rant and rave anyway, even offered his commentary on what he did remember from it. Y/N thinks it’s the first time anyone other than her mother let her express the teenage nostalgia that still resonated with her and the movies as a whole.

And for him to put it on for them to watch? In his beautiful flat that smelled like him? Where she would be fed, be able to chat about her day with someone other than Ubbe, feel warm and happy? She couldn’t think of a better way to spend her time.

“As long as we can cuddle, I think this might be the perfect night.” She tells him and he rolls his eyes playfully, teasing her with a squeeze at her ticklish sides.

“Of course, we’re going to cuddle. You think I spent the last four months pining after you, just for us not to cuddle?”

Y/N lets her eyes flutter shut, leans into him, and smiles.

#WOOOOOO #YAHTZEE :D #THIS IS THE END OF LIKE HALF A YEAR'S WORTH OF WRITING #ITS BITTERSWEET #I LOVE THESE TWO #WRITING #BLURB #HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

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Interlude - Rewrite POYW - Part 6 - new buildings and snowball fights

-Six months later(February 2017)-

Diego stood in front of a work in progress building that was supposedly being turned into a shelter for vks that needed a warm place to stay and regular meals that they couldn't get on their own. His eyes drifted to the yet-to-be-hanged sign next to the open door where workers inside built the kitchens and bathrooms.

‘Carlos’ House - A safe place for lost kids - Auradon department of the isle’

Around a month ago King Ben and his councilor; Evie, had announced an on-Isle shelter for anyone that needed it, with two sections of the building, one for adults and one for minors. Fully furnished with fresh food, a handful of bedrooms that could house up to 10 people, multiple bathrooms, two full kitchens, and two snack kitchens, and isle hired guards and caretakers that would be screened and recruited by Harriet's crew.

Some of the building was finished so several homeless or starving VK’s had already moved into the empty rooms. Some of Harriet's crew had taken charge of guarding the building, keeping an eye on the Auradon workers to keep the younger kids safe while also keeping anyone dangerous out.

Diego felt a hint of pride looking at the sign, his little cousin, someone many thought would never amount to anything more than a slave for his mother, was now in Auradon, inventing and creating in Auradon and establishing a shelter for his fellow vks still on the isle.

Diego brushed his thumb over the walkie talkie in his hand, Carlos has sent it to him with one of the workers, something about Diego being an ear on the inside to keep track of things the isle needed and to help spread any news about more vks coming off the isle at some point.

Diego pocketed the device and turned on his heel, walking back to his apartment through the market, eyes drifting over the new posters detailing the upcoming -yet to be scheduled- VK day, where six VKs would be chosen and head to Auradon. It was a good year from now, the so-called CPS that would be ‘in charge’ of the new vks would apparently take the longest and both that and the Auradon shelter had been required for Ben to get the council to approve the new transfer plan.

Diego pushed open the gate to his apartment building and hurried inside, night was falling and even after everything king Ben had implemented onto the isle it still wasn’t safe to be out at this time. Diego walked into his apartment and locked the door behind him, tossing his keys and the walkie-talkie onto his couch.

He sighed and walked into his room, flopping against his bed and buried his face in his pillows. Just two days ago, the rotten four, as they used to be called on the isle before they left, had visited the isle to see how everything was going. And he had seen Carlos, no longer the short and scarily skinny tween, but an almost fully grown young man. Carlos had only been in Auradon for just a little more than a year but he was thriving, he was stronger, taller, and much more confident than he was before.

And Diego couldn’t help but be a little proud. When Carlos had seen Diego, he had rushed over, whispering to him as if it was a secret he was about to tell.

‘when the applications are sent here, fill one out, you’ll be my pick’ Diego pushed down the smile on his lips at the memory, it was nice to know that Carlos hadn’t forgotten him.

So maybe in a year, he would be joining Carlos in Auradon, both finally away from Carlos’ insane mother.

Evie overlooked the file that Yen Sid had pulled out for the young daughter of Dr.Facilier, Celia. Dizzy had requested from all of them that Celia be one of the next off, saying that she had promised her friend that she would get Celia off the isle as soon as she could.

And Evie had told Dizzy she would do her best. But unfortunately, it would be up to the council for Celia to be approved, and Evie hoped that Celia wouldn't try to be smart on her application. But again, the applications wouldn’t be sent for a good two years from now, so Auradon and the isle had a long time to wait until they could celebrate ‘vk day’ which was Doug's idea, he had said that the vks still on the isle deserved a day for themselves for waiting so long, and the vks in Auradon agreed, eight months was too long for Harriet and the others, two and a half was overdoing it.

It just sucked that Ben had no choice but to go with the council's requests, and it would be 2019 at least before they got the next round off. It was only thanks to Ben and (y/n) that the vks still on the isle knew that they in Auradon weren't abandoning them.

There was a new shelter being built in the name of Carlos’ for any kids or adults that needed a warm place to sleep, it also served as a place to keep track of the kids that took and turned in applications when the time came. Dizzy, around a week ago, had brought up the idea of possibly letting the older adults apply for Auradon as well, as some of them were long since reformed before the isle. (y/n) had said that Dizzy meant her aunt Anastasia, and told them about the baker and the alternate timeline sequels of Cinderella’s stories.

Which had confused the hell outta them but…considering (y/n) was from a world where they were all characters and had actors, they couldn’t argue with her about it.

Evie sighed and set down Celia's file, standing and stretching to get the tightness out of her muscles from sitting at the table for so long. She grabbed her jacket and shrugged it on, it was mid-February in Auradon so while the deep winter had passed it was still snowing and cold as hell outside.

Evie walked out of her room and made her way outside, smiling as she saw Dizzy, the Smee twins, Sammy, CJ, Harriet, and the rest of the vks (other than Gil) along with Doug, Ben, and (y/n) all having a snowball fight, (y/n) in Harry's arms as he lifted her out of the way of a snowball from Jay.

“Evie, heads up!” Evie squealed and ducked as a snowball soared past just where her head was a moment ago, CJ wincing as Carlos and Mal glared at her “Sorry! I was aiming for Harry!”

“I’m over here yeh lame-ass!” Harry cackled, dodging another snowball from Jay and grabbing your hand to bolt to the next snow fort Dizzy and CJ had made before the battle had started.

Evie laughed as she stood up and ran towards Mal and Ben, pulling Mal in front of her as a snowball from Harriet came speeding towards her “E!” Mal squeaked, wiping her shoulder and chest of the snow and turning towards Evie “No fair! No using your teammates as shields!” Evie laughed and stuck out her tongue, crouching down to scoop up snow.

“vks don’t fight fair M~! you said it yourself!” Evie then screamed as Mal squished a snowball into the side of her head, her blue hair trimmed with white “Hey!!”

“Payback!” Mal cackled, spinning on her heel and dodging another ball from Harriet then sending one back, pouting as Harriet just stepped to the side and the ball hit Sammy in the face. “oh come on-GAH!” (y/n) chucked a ball straight at Mal and hit her in the face, sending Mal to the ground. The snow flurried around Mal, almost creating a blanket on her from the thick frost. “really?”

Ben held in his laugh and lifted Mal out of the snow, holding her into his side as he dived behind another snow fort. “Ben” Mal faked a weak cough, holding her hand out towards Ben “you must…avenge my death…Bleh” Mal ‘died’ and slumped against Ben, closing her eyes and sticking her tongue out the corner of her mouth.

“Nooooo” Ben dramatically yelled out, a smile on his face as he let Mal slip off his chest. He stood, a snowball in each hand “revenge!” Jay cackled as Ben was immediately pummeled by several snowballs from the other side of the battlefield, (y/n) catching herself on Harry as Ben flopped back into the snow “treason! You’ve killed the king!”

“False! Dizzy is king now! She threw the last ball that hit you!” Harry cackled, lifting Dizzy by her armpits and holding the giggling teen in the air “all hail king Dizzy!”

Evie covered her mouth to stop the loud ‘guffaw’ from bursting, leaning on Carlos to prevent herself from falling “all hail king Dizzy!” Jay and Carlos echoed, throwing their hands forward and mock bowing at Dizzy, who was still giggling in Harry's grip.

“Fore!” Jay looked to the side and yelped, a snowball slamming directly into his face and he fell back into the snow “I said fore!” Gil laughed, Jane at his side giggling behind her periwinkle snow mittens.

“there yeh are!” Harry yelled, setting Dizzy down and gesturing for Gil to join the side of the pirates “come on, we need’a tank!”

“don’t you have (y/n)?” Jane laughed, sitting down on a bench nearby as Gil jogged over to Harry and quickly made a large snowball. Gil and Harry looked at each other at Jane's mention of you, then looked to (y/n), who was in the middle of hurling another snowball at the opposite team. They shrugged and Gil continued to make a large snowball

“(y/n)’s tha’ sharpshooter, Gil’s the tank” Harry grinned, cackling as Gil launched the foot wide snowball at the other side, completely decimating the small fort CJ had made and knocking her to the ground. “yeah!!!”

“Ow!” CJ groaned, shaking the snow off and crawling out of the battlefield “im done! Count me out!” she flopped into the snow a few feet away and took a few deep breaths as Gil launched another snowball at Carlos, knocking him to the ground.

“Dodgeball rules! You get hit you’re out, loser team makes hot chocolate for everyone!” Harriet called out, giving a sharp grin as everyone yelled in agreement.

Snowballs flew everywhere, Jane curling in on herself squealing as a few stragglers landed near her “not playing, not playing!”

“Jane!” Gil laughed, running toward her and picking her up bridal style, and running back to the battlefield, setting her behind the fort (y/n) and Harriet had reinforced “stay, I'll protect you” Jane giggled and swooned as Gil stood back up and launched a mid-sized snowball at Jay, hitting Jay square in the chest and getting him out. “got ya!”

“Not fair! You have (y/n) and Gil on your side!” Jay complained, Mal popped up, her eyes glowing green as several snowballs floated next to her. Jay laughed and grinned, running off to the bench where CJ and Ben sat. “ooooh! Yall are goin down!”

Mal threw her hand forward, the snowballs aiming for you but they hit the snow fort instead as you flipped behind it “Dang it! AH!” Dizzy chucked a snowball right at Mal and hit her in the face, marking the fae out “DANGNABIT!”

“Ha!” Dizzy cheered, throwing her hands into the sky, squealing as Evie sent back a snowball at Dizzy “Evieee!”

“Dizzyyy!” Evie mocked, a sharp grin on her lips as she tossed two more snowballs at Dizzy, the first missing and the second hitting Dizzy in the back “Gotcha~!”

Dizzy pouted and joined Mal, Jay, CJ, and Ben at the bench, cheering on her team as the fight continued. Now it was Evie, Carlos, Doug, and Sammy, vs Harry, (y/n), Gil, the twins, and Harriet.

It was all too easy.

Within moments Evie and the boys were pummeled by snowballs, all screaming in ‘pain’ as they fell into the snow. The twins rushed over to the other side, throwing their last few balls into their ‘dead’ brother's stomach. Sammy coughed at the impact and sat up, pulling the two into his chest and rolling around, cackling as the twins squealed with laughter.

“We win! Ya’ll gotta make the hot chocolate now!” (y/n) laughed out in victory, Harry pulling her into his side with a grin, hiding it in her hair.

Ben sighed and gestured back inside the dorms “come on, there's a closed patio with a fire pit, we can make smores too!” the twins and Dizzy gasped at that and rushed inside, Dizzy pulling Evie as the twins pulled their brother and Harriet with them.

Soon all 16 teens were inside the closed patio, the firepit roaring as Harry helped the twins roast their marshmallows, their whipped cream-covered hot chocolates still steaming on their seats behind them.

“I can't believe at one point we outnumbered you and we still lost!” Mal grumbled, taking a layer off her toasted marshmallow and eating it, putting the treat back over the fire to let it toast again.

“that’s what happens when you have both (y/n) and Gil on the same side, (y/n) throws ninety-five miles per hour and Gil throws meteors, it was their game as soon as they picked their side” Ben laughed, handing Mal a hot chocolate in her glittery green and purple mug and sitting down next to her, sipping from his gold and blue mug.

“Then next time have Harry on your team to make sure you also have (y/n) and Gil” CJ snickered, leaning into Harriet's side as she chewed on her freshly made smore, gram cracker crumbs on the corners of her mouth.

(y/n) let out a small snort, leaning back in her seat and lifting her feet, setting them on Harry's shoulder as he helped Skipper set his marshmallow onto the gram cracker. “Maybe, who knows, I might play the other team next time~” Harry turned to look at (y/n), giving her a look “What? Don’t look at me like that? Just because I love you don't mean I won't kick your ass in a snowball fight” Harry rolled his eyes with a fond smile and pushed (y/n)s boots off his shoulder, ignoring the pout (y/n) was aiming at the back of his head.

“well, I’d say today was a good day” Ben sighed, sipping at his coco again and smiling as the group agreed with him, Harry standing from helping the twins and sitting next to (y/n), (y/n) slipping under his arm and laying her head on his chest.

Ben let out a content sigh and leaned back against his seat, closing his eyes and letting his head hit the headrest. Getting more vks to Auradon was going to take almost two years from now but for now, knowing the recent six and the original six were enjoying their life free from the isle was enough.

He couldn’t wait to share it with all the vks in the future.

-end of part 6-

part 6~!!! forgot today was Saturday but its only 630pm for me so i still posted on time, but yeah! Diego! Carlos! snowball fights! cuteness!!! its all getting wrapped up and loose ends are (hopefully) being tied!!! hope yall enjoyed reading! part 7 next saturday!

@queer-cosette @sephiralorange @lunanight2012

@daughter-of-the-stars11 @musicarose @random-thoughts-003

@remembered-license @rintheemolion @verboetoperee

@imtryingthisout @thecaptainsgingersnap @jatp-rules-my-life

#Descendents #descendants #disney descendants #harry hook #harry hook descendants #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #interlude #rewrite #part of your world #shuffle playlist #finale

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About that medieval fantasy AU for underdog quartet... I have ideas:

- Rory is the bastard daughter of an excommunicated princess (Lorelai). Lorelai ran away to a neighbouring kingdom to not get punished/lose Rory, and she raised Rory as a commoner (a commoner who is more literate than some great scholars in her country, yeah, but still). Christopher’s parents put a curse on her so that if she ever sets foot back in the kingdom the whole land will descend into magical chaos. The AU might start with her and Lorelai already having entered the kingdom again (Kingdom of Hartford?) and trying to find a way to break the curse and reunite with their family.

- Paris is a high ranking lady within the kingdom. She wants to take her lands to new hights and make the history books as the greatest lady they ever had, and has therefore set out on a solo journey to learn as much as she can about the kingdom and how to best run it. She’s loaded with gold, quills and self defense taught by her local knights.

- Lane is a commoner who ran away from home to join a troupe as a musician. Some outside conflict separated her from the troupe and now she’s wandering as a lone bard in search of her band of brothers or her mother’s house (whichever she finds first as she misses both dearly). She has no magic or fighting skills, but she’s good at stealth and catching gossip.

- Jess is a rogue wizard who’s never really belonged anywhere. His mother dragged him from village to village with little ability to plant roots, and eventually left him with her long lost brother before joining a travelling merchant on his route. Jess quickly left his uncle’s care and has travelled on his own, stealing to survive and sticking to himself. He’s seen the instability of sell-sword groups and criminal collectives, and frankly doesn’t trust anyone enough to share a bonfire with them.

- Approximately thirty seconds after Lorelai and Rory set foot back in the Kingdom of Hartford the curse sets in. This signals their return to both Emily and Richard and Christopher’s parents, who both send troops and notices to find and collect them. Lorelai and Rory are thus on the run across the kingdom trying to find a way to break the curse before the soldiers find (and possibly kill) them. At one point they end up in a village called Stars Hollow and seek refuge in Luke’s tavern. But they are spotted by a group of soldiers hired by Emily and Richard, and Lorelai gets caught but manages to help Rory escape. They assumed that the soldiers were from Chris’ side of the family, as their soldiers are more prevalent and up front.

- Like I said both sets of grandparents seek out the Lorelais, but in slightly different ways for very different reasons. The Haydens want to imprison the Lorelais and possibly execute Rory for the crime of cursing the land (a curse that they made but that’s not relevant!). They’re the ones who make wanted posters and dispatch troops all over the land. Rumours and legends spread about the bastard princess who has cursed the kingdom with her return. Emily and Richard, on the other hand, want their daughter back (partly because they do love her and partly because she’s their only heir) and want to find a less violent way to break the curse. They don’t announce their hunt for the Lorelais out of fear of starting conflict with the Haydens, but dispatch undercover groups and sellswords to find and bring back the long lost princesses.

- Alone and afraid, Rory returns to Luke’s tavern and hides there for a while. One day both Paris and Lane make their way to the tavern — Paris in schedule for her educational roadtrip, Lane finally finding her home village and preparing to reunite with her mother. They end up talking and bickering downstairs while a shadowy figure sneaks by them and up to Luke’s quarters. Jess was just supposed to steal some food and pay in gold he found in a dead dragon’s den, but instead he finds a blue eyed stranger. Rory thinks she’s caught and runs downstairs. Jess is curious and follows, breaking his stealth from Luke. Rory crashes into Paris who starts interrogating Luke about the tavern being a secret whorehouse, and the five are descending into verbal chaos before Rory spots Hayden guards and hides behind the cupboards. Lane picks up on the danger and makes an impromptu distraction with Paris while Jess sneaks her out the back. Once outside he asks Rory what’s going on, and he’s soon followed by Paris and Lane. Rory brings up a cover about being cursed by someone and the soldiers hunting her in relation to said curse. The other three buy the story and decide to join her on a quest to cure her.

- It honestly takes so little time before Rory breaks and explains that she isn’t cursed but rather is the curse. Paris is angry at the lie, but little else changes but the motivation to help Rory. Jess goes from «I’m bored and directionless» to «I really like this girl and could finally do something that matters». Lane goes from «I’m procrastinating on facing my mother» to «I’m helping my new friend and have a new chance at adventure (and still procrastinating on my mother)». Paris goes from «This could be relevant for my future occupation» to «This could be even more relevant to my future occupation, also I have a friend now».

- Paris gives Rory the cover of one of her stewardesses, but most of the time the four travel by foot or bought horses as unknowns. Jess does scouting and trap laying for threats while the girls alternate on getting food.

- When it comes to gathering information, Lane and Paris are the best at gathering intel from other people - Lane through gossip and Paris through interrogation. Jess is great at breaking and entering and stealing important texts for research, and him and Rory are the best at deciphering the texts (much to Paris’ frustration).

- The key to breaking the curse could be something like “when substance stronger than blood is spilled for the unworthy”. Rory actually gets found by Emily and Richard before they can break the curse and there is a short period where the four are separated and Rory thinks maybe the lands will have to live with the curse unless she sacrifices herself. Then Lane overhears a plot to assassinate her and warns Jess and Paris. The three storm in just in time to warn king Richard and queen Emily, but the accusation of two commoners and a lady against the royal Haydens is obviously considered a crime. They declare to strip Paris of her title and are about to execute Jess and Lane when Rory steps in and stops the axe. She gets deep cuts in her hands and bleeds. It is revealed that her choosing to spill her own blood - which becomes the symbolic substance of her love for them - for commoners (who royals deem “unworthy”) is what breaks the curse.

- So the happy ending: Paris gets her title back and she, Jess and Lane are pronounced heroes of the kingdom. The Haydens apologize for the curse and get no consequences because that would mean a war declaration and oh boy do we not have time for that. Rory is legitimized and becomes next in line after her mother.

- Lane gets the title of “royal bard” and returns to Stars Hollow to finally face her mother. Mrs Kim must admit that she is proud of her daughter but has most of all missed her, and after the mandatory bickering the two reconcile. She has also reunited with the troupe at some point before the climax, and they are now a full troupe with tight connections to the crown.

- In addition to her title and hero-status, Paris gets a place in court. She makes mentors of the king’s advisers and now works to become a royal adviser to both Lorelais.

- Jess is offered knighthood but declines. He tells Rory that he needs to go on a journey of his own and leaves. He returns to Stars Hollow and Luke, and gives Luke a whole chest of gold and the title to Lord of Stars Hollow (courtesy of princess Lorelai). He goes dark for some months, then appears at night in the castle on Rory’s window-ledge. They talk for hours until the sun rises and then agree to make Jess an official scout for the kingdom, travelling around and figuring out the magic and creatures of the land.

- Rory’s first move after the reunification of her family is to get to know her estranged relatives and upgrade her education through the royal masters. After Jess returns she convinces her mother and grandparents to let her join Jess as an ambassador for the kingdom. She uses Paris’ argument of wanting to truly know the country she is supposed to rule one day, and the whole band gets back together for new quests.

#I haven't even gotten to the details of the actual main quest #nor how Jess' magic works and what his magic means to him and the others #for f*ck's sake I need to stop before I start imagining other GG characters in this AU #like Miss Patty and Babette as gossiping wenches that Lane gets info from #and Kirk as the village fool who shows up everywhere at the weirdest moments #Tristan the shitty knight that Jess has robbed multiple times #Hep Alien as the Lane's troupe and how they would work #Taylor as a fief-holder who treats Stars Hollow like his kingdom until Luke gets the deeds #at which point he doubles down and Luke just fights with him instead of throwing him in the dungeon #okay no now I need to stop #my aus #underdog quartet #rory x lane x jess x paris #lowkey literati #gilmore girls #gilmore girls au #fanfic idea #medieval fantasy au

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Songs About Me - Chapter Three

After karaoke night and Claire's impromptu performance, both Claire and Jamie spend the next day reconciling with their choices from the night before.

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“Stay, Sassenach! One more drink!”

“One more drink might be the death of me, Mr. Fraser, and if you’d like to watch me embarrass myself again next week, I can’t be on my deathbed tonight!”

He had tried to convince her to let him walk her home, but she waved him off and pulled the sweater that had fallen off her shoulder back up to its rightful place at the junction of neck and shoulder -- a place Jamie couldn’t tear himself away from until that moment. She wrangled a loose curl behind her ear, tugged on her coat, and caught Jamie watching her every move, drink at his lips, eyes just over the rim of the glass. She could’ve stayed, could’ve responded, could’ve reacted to what she was feeling right then… no. A couple of hours together in a bar and a poor excuse for a solo at closing time did not change the fact she didn’t know this man. This very handsome man, she reminded herself. No. You came out here for yourself. Leave by yourself.

She met his eyes one last time, gave a nervous laugh, declared “Hope to see you next weekend!” all too loudly, and spun on her heel. She had stepped over the threshold when she thought she heard her name from inside, but she didn’t turn to find out.

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Claire realized exactly three things when she awoke the next morning: The sun was shining too brightly, the street musician playing on the corner directly below her bedroom window was playing too loudly, and the memories of the last night with the redhead who loved music and books were coming on too fast. Somehow, in the span of a few hours, he had literally become her waking thoughts. She sat up in bed, still cocooned in a cloud of white cotton sheets and linen comforters. What do you even know about him? Probably not even anything. She pulled herself from the warmth of the bed, her feet landing on a soft oriental rug in shades of blues and greens. His eyes were the colors in this rug. Just like the ocean itself. Okay, she remembered one thing about him. The woven textile gave way to worn hardwood floors, on to cool hexagon tiles lining her bathroom floor as she passed through glass french doors between bookshelves on the wall.

When Claire inherited her Uncle Lamb’s brownstone, she could remember only one thing about the place from her visits: the upstairs was magical. Quentin Lambert Beauchamp was an archaeologist, and although it rarely happened, he had decided he needed a home base to work from. In the historic brownstone, he neglected to update much besides the upper level. As the brownstone was on a corner lot, Lamb declared it must have every window possible to let in the light. Days were too gloomy and cloudy in England, and he would soak up all the light he could while teaching here at Harvard, thank you very much. The most magical room in the entire home (according to both Beauchamps) was lined from front to back with alternating windows and storage -- wide bookshelves on the top, long cabinets on the bottom. The opposite side was almost entirely made of the same bookshelves, save for two sets of french doors leading to a large closet and a larger master bathroom, respectively. The bookshelves traveled up to a curved ceiling, rails and ladders lined the walls to reach the highest and most precious of his belongs (now hers as well). Claire had painted the walls and trim shades of white and cream and ivory. The shelves were stripped and stained with a neutral-tone light wood with white filler. The brass fixtures and ladder rails sparkled in the warm morning light. Claire placed plants wherever she could fit them, and donned the shelves with memories to mingle with the ones Lamb left behind. This room, this place, was her favorite in the whole world.

Back in the bathroom and walking to the walk-in shower, Claire bent down to reach the sweater she tossed aside the night before. The underside of his hair is this color. Right at the base of his neck, with the extra curls. She shook her head and started the tap. Maybe all his curls would turn that color when he got wet. She turned the faucet as hot as she could stand it, reached an arm for her phone, and set Spotify to only play Blink-182. We’re done with those feelings! No feelings, only the angst possible with punk rock!

Cold tile brought her down to earth again when she stepped out of the shower, the trails of water dripping down her back and breasts a refreshing break from the onslaught of pounding heat. He felt like a breath of fresh air. Just like this.

With a towel wrapped around head and a t-shirt tossed on, she made her way back to the bedroom and took a seat on her bed. She desperately wished she had stayed for that last drink. Or at least got his number? Why didn’t I get his number?! Now, she’d have to wait another six days before seeing him again. Maybe her attraction to him was nothing more than lust, but if she could text with him, get to know him better, maybe she could find out. With no way of reaching him, she opted to get dressed and head out to clear her head. Maybe find a place to write? Since her decision to put herself first, she’d put letting off steam by writing and singing. It fell in live with the general creativity that fueled her life, while still being different enough from the greenhouse to give her a bit of rest and peace. As she contemplated where to adventure off that morning and pondered the correct way to lace her Doc Marten boots, her phone rang. A photo of three fresh faces graced her screen, a woman with wild dark curls with her mouth gaping with laughter, another woman with a waterfall of red hair and piercing green eyes made less intimidating by the crinkles at the edges, and a man with deep dimples surrounding his smile and an eyebrow raised in surprise at the camera taking their picture. Claire hit the accept button on the call, and thus the inquisition arrived.

“We need to talk about last night!” The screen was split in two, with Geillis’ video on top and Joe’s on the bottom with Claire’s in the corner.

“What about last night? I honestly thought our song was pretty good! I was thinking next week we could do--”

“That’s obviously not what we’re talking about, LJ! But agreed, we did a damn good job.”

“Will you two quit it?” Geillis cut them off and brought her face closer to her screen. “We need to talk about Claire, that viking, and the unreal chemistry. Spill it ALL, Claire.”

———

Jamie had woke nursing a headache, but alas, today would not be the day for rest. He flipped the sign in the window of Fraser Literature from closed to open, and began to check off the list of opening duties. On the list was to water the plants. Set on a table in a small alcove, on top of side table next to an worn leather chair for patrons to sit and peruse a story in, hanging from simple planters in the window that stretched from edge to edge in front of the shop, guarding the aisles of books ready to be enjoyed by people who hadn’t read them yet. Jamie often visited a greenhouse just outside town for the shop’s plants. While a small place, it was teeming with love, peacefulness, and a sense of adventure with green as far as the eye could see, boarding the windows with giant leaves and trailing vines. The feeling inside was something he wanted to emulate in his own place, and so he started adding a wee bit of flora here and there. Rupert and Angus initially laughed off his efforts, claiming Jamie was “destroying the manly vibe” they were aiming for. With every bit of decoration, every little bit of effort however, the shop grew in reputation and success. Jamie was immensely proud of the shop he built, and even more grateful he was able to spend his days surrounded by the words of great men and women, constantly inspired and in awe of the endless stories at his fingertips.

The boys -- Angus and Rupert, that is -- had brought up the idea of expanding into a few other fine art ideas within the shop. Jamie had been reluctant to agree to anything that wasn’t directly related to literature. As they stood around the front counter, Rupert led the charge:

“Jamie, man. The people who like books are also the ones who like art and music and such. Why not try to bring them all together?”

“What if they don’t care about the books? What if they don’t even look at them, and don’t care? What’s the point in having the shop, then?”

It was Angus’ turn to reply with, “Well the point is getting people in the door, and letting your “wee shop” as ye always call it speak for itself, aye?”

Jamie had to agree with that point. He settled for telling the lads that if they could come up with a suitable idea, he’d agree to it. Twenty minutes later, Angus and Rupert stood in his office doorway saying they would be asking for local musicians to come and perform.

“Doesn’t seem like yer asking for approval.”

Jamie didn’t look up from his computer, but could hear the grin in Rupert’s voice as he replied, “‘Tis because ye know it’s a good idea, and ye wouldn’t refuse a good idea.”

Jamie sat back in the rolling leather chair behind his antique desk and sighed, then laughed. “Why do I even try to control what ye two do? Yer jes’ going to do it anyway.” The lads grinned at each other and shrugged. “Go on then, see if ye can have some posters made up to put in the window.”

He stood as Rupert saluted him and Angus muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Aye aye, captain,” and stretched his long, lean, muscles. He needed to get a few errands completed, so opted to spend the next few hours outside both to complete his tasks and to get out in the fresh air. He told his friends he’d be back soon, and to let them know if he needed anything.

With one step out into the sunlight, he immediately regretted the amount he had drunk the night before. Two in the morning was not a suitable time to be out, but for the lass with the dark curls and the whisky eyes, he’d give every moment of his time. From the moment he woke, he thought of her. Thought of how she made him laugh. Thought of how bonny she felt under his fingers, her hips on the barstool as she wiggled back into place, her thigh touching his under the booth table. He thought of how she’d gone up on stage as an act of defiance against him for the insult to her friend’s song, but how instead she ended up showing a piece of her soul to him, and him alone. He thought of how her eyes matched the swirling liquid in his glass. He thought of her abrupt departure after he had asked her to stay, and how he almost ran out after. He thought of how he was so incredibly stupid as to not have asked for her number before she ran. Look what ye did -- now ye have to wait to see her, and yer barely functional as it is. While Angus and Rupert had been gauging his interest for the musical talent in his office earlier, he had been searching the Facebook page for the 21st Amendment, combing it for references to her. To Claire. Maybe she had performed there? Perhaps she and her friends had tagged the place in one of their pictures? There was no sign of her, and she hadn’t told him her last name. Six days to go, mate. Ye can do this. She’s just a lass. Ye don’t know her.

After a few hours of tedious tasks (could the post office ever be efficient, just this once?), he made his way back to Fraser Literature. It was a warm day for autumn, and the shop would have a cart with discount books out on the sidewalk and the door propped open for fresh air. He would never tire of seeing his name on something he built, something he was so proud of. As he neared the shop however, it wasn’t the name on the window that drew his attention -- it was the many people standing inside, facing the window, looking outside. Jamie stopped and looked around, but not finding anything out of place around him. He took a few steps closer. They weren’t looking outside, but rather at the inside corner of the shop, the corner where the window meets the wall. He was only a few steps away when he saw it, when he heard it. A woman with bouncy curls and a round arse, sitting with her back to the window at a keyboard bench. He didn’t have to see her face to know. Her voice was enough. It was enough at two in the morning to imprint on him forever.

She was there, in his shop. His place. Claire. God, his Claire.

With one shaky step and an attempt at a steadying breath, he moved inside his sanctuary.

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