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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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Hohoho open to tea shop au ideas i see

What abt my favorite trope that I forgot to ask abt before….

Carried over someone’s shoulder with their hand on ur thigh or ass, and then going abt their day in front of others w u just there

😏

Brat

Words: 800

You knew you were probably playing with fire here, but it wasn't like your ankle was that bad. Just a little sprain was all, you could still do your job just fine! And you wanted to, you couldn't stand the thought of closing up shop for the day on a Sunday.

You loved Sundays more than anything. It had been half a year since you had opened and Sundays had become such a wonderfully busy yet cosy day for you. The old book club was always in gossiping away at their table. They had actually brought their own tea set and it now lived on the shelf only to be used when they were in. It's neighbour was the Japanese teaset that the D&D group that came in on Sundays used (they eagerly explained at length how it fit with their setting and how your tea blends and mochi just really fit the vibes). The father and daughter who always came in just after lunch didn't have a tea set but you had overheard that he liked pink and she liked orange so you always used the little kitschy peachy and orange fruit patterned tea set for them.

And it's not like any of your more protective customers had been there yesterday when you twisted your ankle. None of them had been in today either (you sometimes went weeks without seeing any of them which was to be expected) so you were probably safe from getting a right talking to about being on your feet. Not that the book club hadn't fussed about it, they very much had, but you were pretty good at hiding how painful it was so they didn't push.

If only John Price wasn't the most observant man on the planet when it came to you. Him and his boys had just gotten off of a mission and of course after cleaning up and debriefing they wanted to come visit their girl. You hadn't noticed them come in, too busy chatting away and pouring more tea for the group who seemed like they were scolding a set of dice.

The first hint something was off was Herzogin. She was always rubbing right up against him, Simon and Gaz while being a mean little thing to Soap. But this time she didn't so much rub against his legs as dart nervously over and paw at him.

The second larger hint was his arch nemesis, that awful cow Agnes who just wouldn't die even though she had to be about 102, looking at him with her beady little eyes and then gesturing with her head over to you. She was telling him he needed to pay attention to you, telling him something was up.

It took him all of 3 seconds to see how you favoured your right foot. All of 5 to conclude that you absolutely should not be putting weight on your left ankle at all. 10 to get to your side. Simon was right there with him, understanding the mission without words as always as he took the teapot right out of you hands so Price could heft you over his shoulder, chest to his back and legs dangling over his torso as he secured you with a strong grip to your thigh.

Your smile had barely had time to reach full wattage at seeing them before you were in the air with a little screech.

“J-John! Put me down!”

“I’ll get you another pot, any more snacks?”

“Oh actually could I get one of the strawberry mochi please? Hm? Right yeah make it 3 then.”

“‘Course.”

“Simon!” you yelled, in disbelief that he was just doing your job and your customers were straight up letting him.

Price jostled you on his shoulder to heft you to a better position for him and then walked over with you to the table where Soap and Gaz were now sat.

“What’re we thinking then lads?”

“Ye have any of that smoky tea in hen?”

“Lapsang souchong and yes, I have it in” you answered on instinct, hands pushing against Price's back so you could raise your torso and twist to look at Soap and Gaz who were very much not acting like this was strange at all.

“Aye, we’ll take that.”

Price turned with you then to make his way to the kitchen and you started to kick your legs to be put down. The smack to your ass was both mortifying and maybe a little bit exciting.

“Behave yourself luv or I'll need to tame the brat right out of you.”

Well, at least you could just bury your head in his back to try and maintain some level of dignity at how you had reacted to that.

#mhairidrabbles #mhairianswers #mhairidrabblesteashop

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shitpostingsystem · 10 months

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vent abt foot pain

you wanna read this shit? really? ok so my condition is posterior tibial tendon dysfunction, pttd for short. don’t ask me what stage i’m at, idk. (prob 4.) basically arches? in my feet? never heard of her. my ankle also twists inward so that’s great /s. moving around honestly helps bc it moves around the pain but when i stop all the pain bombards me. just standing is hell sometimes. my pain is constant, ranging from a mild discomfort to feeling i got stabbed and shot 37 times where my arch should be in both of my feet. as of writing is not the worst it could be but not the best. a solid 5/10. i need custom orthotics, and i’ll get casted in a week and a half. that doesn’t mean i’ll get them though :,). if those don’t fix the pain (they prob won’t realistically) the next best thing insurance will cover is surgery. not like a huge 48 hour surgery, but from what i know it’s an implant in my feet that'll take maybe an hour at the most. also did i mention that it’s genetic? im not having kids for other reasons but this one included. everyone on my mom’s side has it to some degree. my grandma has it the worst and i’m on the same level as her foot wise when i’m way younger than when her pain started. i don’t like telling people my age, especially on the internet, but i’m less than 45 years old. i cried today at band bc feet go ow. i told people about it and they were like “i’m not medical expert but that doesn’t sound good” so there’s that posted on tumblr for the world to read. thx for doing that.

#foot pain #chronic pain #posterior tibial tendon dysfunction #pttd #chronic condition #vent tag #chronic foot pain

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zeninw · 3 years

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drabble abt working w jean as a lifeguard bc i'm one and i feel super socially awkward with my staff sometimes.

cw: sfw, not proofread, mentions of social anxiety, friends to lovers kinda, cliches, a hint of suggestiveness

wc: 1.7k

The wings you had ordered were no where near as good as you hoped they would be— and neither was the night out.

You wanted to have fun with your coworkers, even though most of the time you preferred to be along, but the night had dragged out far beyond your means.

The bar had gotten too loud, and your social battery had died an hour ago. You checked out from the group, pretending to be absorbed in your phone at the end of the table.

You couldn't leave, you had gotten a ride from a freind here, but all you wanted was to go home. The check was taking forever, people were screaming at some soccer game on the TV overhead, or in some conversation that didn't include you.

You felt so out of place, a feeling you dreaded and generally tried to avoid. Years of trying to make yourself more palatable to others, anxious about going out in social settings aside from your few best friends.

Out of excuses as to why you were 'so quiet' you ducked out to the bathroom, locking the door behind you and sitting on the counter.

It was a good half hour of you scrolling through instagram or whatever you could do to distract yourself before someone knocked on the door.

You sighed, realizing someone would have to use the bathroom eventually.

"One second," you called, hopping up and tucking your phone in your pocket.

You opened your door to find one of your male coworkers, and had to remind yourself that the singular bathroom was co-ed.

"Hey," Jean said, looking down at you. You expected him to step back so you could leave and he could enter, but he stayed stagnant, standing in your way. "You've been gone for a while, eat some bad food or something?" he asked.

You shook your head no. "I'm just tired. Waiting for my ride to be ready."

"I'm about to head out, if you wanna ride with me," he suggested, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder.

"Oh, I don't want you to have to go out of your way..." you trailed off, not wanting to be a hassle.

"It's no problem, really. I'm pretty sure we both live in Ocean Pines," he said, referring to your apartment complex.

"Okay," you agreed. "Thank you."

"No problem," he nodded, then turned on his heels. "I'm gonna tell Sash we're leaving, i'll meet you by the door."

You nodded, following him out of the narrow hallway that lead to the bathroom back out into the crowded resteraunt.

He nodded at you after talking to Sasha, then you followed him out. The air was a little cool, wet with humidity and a few clouds rolling in as you stepped outside.

He made you feel comfortable on the ride home, and waving goodbye as he took the elevator up one floor above yours.

He became someone you found it easy to gravitate towards, and calmed some of your nerves whenever you went out.

Jean was a gentle giant, and despite his size, he was never intimidating or overwhelming.

He sat with you the next friday night, like he had for the last three, at the bar. You tugged on the strap of your tank top, it was a summer job you were working together, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"Are you old enough to be drinking that?" you said, referring to the alcohol in his hand.

"Nope, but when you're pretty and hang out with the managers, you don't get carded." You rolled your eyes. He wasn't wrong, but still. "I heard you had a save today," Jean said, taking a sip of his drink. The beer made his breath smell bready, leaving a bit of fizz on the top of his lip.

"Yeah," you said, reaching a hand out to his face. You wiped the residue off his cupid's bow with your thumb before leaning back. "A kid came off the slide and didn't really know how to swim."

"Your first one?" Jean asked.

"No, third," you answered, stealing a few fries from his basket. "One spinal from someone who decided to go off headfirst, one in the wave pool," you explained.

"You're lacking," Jean shook his head.

"Yeah, well, you've been working at the park a year longer than I have," you answered, taking more. He slid the basket over to you, leaning on the bar.

"Have you ever gone after hours?"

"Like... night swimming?"

"Yeah. I have a key, if you wanna go."

"Are you auditing me or something?"

"No— I'm serious. We won't get in any trouble." You looked around. "Look," he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "All the other managers are here, drunk off their ass, and there are no cameras at the park."

You looked over to them, they were all sitting around a table red-faced and laughing, even levi and miche.

"Okay," you shrugged. "Why not."

The drive was about 5 minutes, and it was odd seeing the empty water park. No lights, no people, and Jean had to step into the office to turn all the slides on.

He climbed into the stand as you eased into the water, jumping off of it and in. He ran his hand through his hair as he came up, watching you tiptoe through the water.

"You're not gonna go under?" Jean asked, wading in the deep end of the pool.

"It's cold!" you yelled across the water, ducking under a rope barrier.

The two of you met in the middle where he could stand and you couldn't. You held onto his shoulders to keep yourself afloat, and it put you two closer than you would've expected.

His hands wrapped around your waist, and before you could protest, he dunked you underwater, getting your head wet.

"There," he said, picking you back up. You laughed, hitting him on the shoulder.

"Fuck you," you smiled.

"Wouldn't you like that," he teased, making you hit him again. The two of you stayed there for a moment, holding each other, before you pulled away.

"Let's ride something," you suggested. "Malibu pipeline is a two seater."

Jean agreed, following you to the stairs. The park was pretty big, and the black slide was nearly on the other side.

"This is why I hate working here sometimes," Jean sighed.

"What, the walking?"

"The stairs, specifically," he said, jogging up the wooden ones with you.

"I think it's worth it," you shrugged. "I've seen kids ride this over and over and they never seem to get tired from the climb."

"When I was twelve, maybe I could've," he said, reaching the top of the platform. The water was already running, and you put the tube down, sitting in the front. Jean got in behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist. "Ready?"

"Yep," you responded, and he pushed the two of you down.

It was a shorter ride than you remembered as a kid. "That was kinda underwhelming," you frowned, hopping out of the tube. "Also this swimsuit is so uncomfortable. I wish they would invest in better uniforms."

"Take it up with Erwin," Jean said, making his way to the stairs with you. "But I think it looks great on you."

"Thank you," you replied. "You too."

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you walked to the lazy river, grabbing a few tubes and getting in.

"This is nice," you sighed, leaning back as the water carried the two of you around. "It's quiet," you said, holding onto Jeans tube so the two of you could float together.

"It's my favorite place to come after close," he sighed. "Silence, besides the sound of the water," he nodded. You closed your eyes, listening to it.

You had no idea how many laps you had taken around by the time you opened your eyes, but it was at least 3.

"Are you—" you looked over to see that Jean wasn't there. "Jean?" you called looking around. You sat up on the tube from your laying position, looking around. "Jean?" you called again.

It was silent for a few moments, before he jumped in the water, splashing you. It knocked you off your tube, and you could hear him laughing before you even came up from the water.

"Jesus, you scared me," you said, kicking him under the water. He just kept laughing and you swung at him, hitting his chest. "Ow," you said, shaking your hand out. Jean caught your wrist as you retracted it, pulling you closer to him.

"That hurt?" he smiled, tilting his head to the side.

"No," you lied, trying to pull your arm away from him, but he only tugged you closer. You tried with your left, but he caught that one too, holding both of your wrists in one hand.

"Aw, that's cute." You were at a loss for words, lips parting but nothing coming out.

"Is it?" you managed.

"Yeah," Jean said, using his other hand to pick you up by the back of your thighs.

You let him wrap your legs around his waist, exhaling as he did it. He leaned down towards you, eyes searching your face. He kissed you, just for a second, before pulling away.

“Jean—“

"Sorry," he said, pulling back but not letting go of you.

"Don't be," you said, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I should be," he said. "Liking your coworker is— never a good idea."

"And you know this how"

"I don't know," he sighed, looking away from you. There was a crack of thunder. "Uh, we should get out," he said, putting you down on your feet.

"Yeah," you agreed, pushing yourself up on the wall.

There was silence on your walk back to the front of the park and Jeans car, and by the time you had pulled all your clothes back on, it had started to rain heavily.

"Jean," you said as you got in the car, escaping the rain."

"Yeah?" he responded.

"For the record, I think it's worth it," you said, eyes flitting over his face before you pulled his to yours. Your lips met gently, and you could feel him smile against you as you pulled away.

"Me too."

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alias-levi · 3 years

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flash fic friday #5

@liz-pooh this is for you, hun 💙💙

gooood evening people (or whatever time it is when you are reading this)! after hardcore plotting one of my wips for two weeks then procrastinating doing the next step of drafting my best friend came in with a request for me to write. the final result actually happens to be a bit too long for a flash fic but i’m just going to pretend that i don’t know that. here are some basic infos:

fandom: twilight word count: abt. 1.8 k pairing: Felix/fem!oc warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, verbal fighting

summary: For weeks Volterra’s streets have been reeking of mutt. The smell seemingly following Liza whenever she leaves the castle’s property. While doing some shopping, she catches a reflection that be able to explain why.

[ID: imagine, Paul imprintes on Felix’ mate]

source: unfortunately we lost the post where this matter was discussed so if anyone know is/has it/finds it, please feel free to share it with me via private messages so i can give proper credit!

thank you and the text is below the cut :) enjoy!

It’s a dark day, the sky heavily clouded. There is a thunderstorm to come, that is for sure. Liza in the meanwhile uses the time wisely, strolling through the narrow streets, doing some shopping. Girly stuff.

For umphteenth time Liza wrinkles her nose. The almost unbearably gross, musty smell of wet dogs wavers around her. Bypassing a shapeshifter occasionally is nothing too far off the possibility scale but this right here is borderline suspicious. For a few weeks now this smell has seemed to show up every time she had left the properties of the castle.

With a sigh, and a suppressed gag, Liza takes off the sunglasses she had just tried. Turning back to the nice old man owning the small shop, Liza smiles. “Thank you very much but I don’t think these are my style.”

The man eagerly nods and tries to convince her of another pair, but Liza stops him and kindly bids her goodbyes. Just as she takes her first step to walk away, her eyes catch something in the mirror. A reflection. Someone who seemingly fits the natives yet her brain screams at her that something is off. And then the person is gone. Liza frowns. Then her eyes widen.

A few well-measured, yet fast steps later, Liza disappears into the same small backstreet the man in the reflection had stood in.

“I know you are here. I have been smelling you for weeks wondering why Volterra has turned into a hotspot for mutts.” She spits the last word out with as much disgust as she can manage. The smell has gotten worse and Liza wonders if she would throw up.

The man doesn’t hesitate now. Stepping out of the shadows and into her way he looks down on Liza, swallows hard then takes a step back. “Listen I wish I could have saved us both this situation but I have to talk to you.”

Liza snorts then spits on the floor right in front of his feet. “I’m flattered you came all this way just to get your ass kicked, Paul.” An oh-so-sweet and innocent smile plays around the vampires lips and her violet eyes sparkle with excitement. Watching the werewolf almost shrink under her gaze, breaks Liza’s smile into a grin, revealing her fangs.

“Liza, no. Please, it is important that you listen to me.”

“Then you better spill the tea, mutt,” she puts her weight on one leg, tilting her hip and cocks an eyebrow at him, “I don’t have all day.”

“I will try to make it as quick as poss-”

“For fuck’s sake, Paul, get to the fucking point!”

“Yeah, yeah! I got it, I got it, okay?” Paul raises his hands in surrender. “Listen, remember a few weeks back when Felix and you were-”

“-in Forks and kicked y’alls asses? Yes I do remember, why do you ask?”

Entirely unphased by this snappy interruption Paul continues, “Remember that moment in the woods where I suddenly turned back? You just made a comment and then ran off.”

Rolling her eyes Liza says, “course I do. What was up with you anyways? Fell in love with the most badass vampire chick you’ve ever seen?”

“I imprinted.”

She snorts, “on what, mutt? The trees? The dirt under your nails?”

“On you.”

The sincerity in his voice makes Liza’s next comment get stuck in her throat. He wouldn’t travel all this way around the world to find her and tell her this if he was joking. Only slowly the full extent, the full meaning behind his words, seeps into her brain. Oh fuck.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yes, indeed. Listen I will try my best not to-”

“How the fuck am I even expected to react in a situation like this?”

“This is unprecedented. There is no knowledge of something like this having happened ever before. Believe me if I knew how to deal with this, how to make this work for the both of us- I would! But for now I just had to let you know. You are in this-”

Liza can see the muscles under his skin straining. He is fighting the urge to run, yet his brain tells him to stay with his imprint. This is fucking ridiculous.

“No, stop talking, Paul.” Closing her eyes for a second Liza sighs. She then fishes out her cell phone out of her coat’s pocket. “Give me your number I’ll call you in a couple of days. I- I need time to think.”

Paul is surprised. In all the time he had known Liza, nothing could ever knock the smartass out of her. But he obeys and states his number. He knows that he has no say in who he imprints on even though this is by far the worst scenario he could have imagined.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, you know,” Paul watches Liza scoff and nod slowly. He looks defeated, tired and worn out.

“Yeah, whatever.”

A shy smile tilts the corners of his mouth upwards upon hearing her sass returning.

---

The conversation with Paul gave Liza much to think about. So much, that her initial confusion has now turned into full blown anger. Paul imprinting on her is an unforeseen and definitely not welcomed inconvenience. No matter how exciting being the first of anything might be- This is not it. Liza doesn’t want it. Nursing a glass of rum and coke, Liza stares out of the window. Volterra lies quiet and peacefully beneath the castle, a stark contrast to her seething mind. The door behind her opens and Felix enters their chamber. Immediately he gags. “You smell even worse than the past days. I swear I will find and kill every single one-”

“Leave it, Felix.”

Liza doesn’t bother turning around. Neither does she bother saying anything else for the next two hours. She just stays right there, at the edge of her seat, straight back, the glass in her hand close to bursting in her hard grip. Keeping her eyes trained on the streets, Liza almost feels Paul’s eyes on her.

“Okay,” Felix sits up on the bed and puts the book he was reading into his lap. “Okay, would you please finally tell me what the fuck is going on with you?”

Felix is sick and tired of having Liza filling the room with the most annoyed energy, making the air almost thick enough to cut. Her occasional, totally unnecessary overly dramatic, huffs don't exactly make it better. Apart from breathing, Liza has not moved an inch and Felix thinks that if she sits there just a little bit longer, her drink will simply evaporate.

Another very patient fifteen minutes later, Felix realizes that Liza’s hands have started to fidget and her knee has started to bounce up and down rapidly. From staring out of the window, her eyes glazed over and she also stopped pretending to blink.

“Liza,” his voice is quiet but nonetheless demanding, “What. The hell. Is. Going. On?”

She takes her time and Felix hates her for it. But if he had known what she was about to tell him, hell, he would have relished every single second of not knowing.

“Paul imprinted on me.”

The words are so quick to leave her mouth, and oh-so-quiet, that Felix almost misses them. But he doesn’t. His brain makes sure to let him know, with the burning sensation of jealousy pumping through- no, simply filling his body. His fingertips are burning and aching to scratch that boy’s eyes out. Through gritted teeth he finally manages to press out, “He did what?”

Felix’ voice is dangerously quiet.

Eventually Liza turns to face him. “I met him today. He asked me to talk and then told me that. Explains why the streets have been reeking.”

“Yeah, no, but- Why on you?!”

Liza smiles upon the barely contained anger in Felix’ voice now, the fire, the jealousy burning in his eyes.

“Well he doesn’t exactly have the power to control it!” Her voice is sharp and louder than intended.

“I know that, Liza, I ain’t exactly fucking new in this business.” After a pause of just staring at each other Felix adds, “When did that even happen, huh?”

“Remember when we were in Forks a few weeks ago? Found the pack at the beach and had some fun with them?”

Felix nods along and Liza smiles sourly at the absurdity of this situation. The exact same conversation had happened just hours before, yet, she had been the one listening and Paul the one talking. Providing delicate information.

“You yelled at me to not go too far but I followed them into the woods anyways. Well,” Liza sighs and Felix rolls his eyes at that, “one after the other veered but one of them didn’t. He was so eager, so... hell-bent on outrunning me. It was so much fun when I finally had him, pinned on the ground he looked me in the eyes and went still. At first I thought I had been too harsh, hurt him, or broke something. Then he turned back into his human form. Looking at me like he had seen a ghost.”

“He imprinted on you,” Felix deadpans. “That motherfucker really fucking imprinted on you!”

Fury seeps into his voice as his body goes entirely still. Liza knows this look, his reaction, the unmoving body. Felix is like an animal, waiting, preparing for that one leap that will get them their prey. With slow movements she puts her glass down onto the floor. She might be naive. Trying to hold back who is said to be the strongest vampire to ever exist, is not in her power. After almost half a century together, Liza knows that she will not be able to stop Felix if he doesn’t let her. His abilities simply exceed her power.

So, Liza does the only slightly realistic thing that comes to her mind. Keeping up her slow movements she stands up, walking over to the bed ever so quietly. Neither of them is breathing. With a gentle smile on her lips, Liza cautiously cups Felix’ cheek, feeling him release a breath he has never held onto her palm. Their eyes stay locked this whole time.

Bringing their faces close together, she stops only an inch before him. “Let’s not deal with this today, okay? I don’t want to think about it anymore for now.” Her voice is gentle, calm and barely more than a whisper.

Felix surprises her in leaning up, closing the small gap between them and pressing a chaste kiss onto her lips. “You reek of mutt, querida.”

Liza bursts out a short dry laugh. The atmosphere is clearly more relaxed now. “Right,” she stands up again, “I’ll take another shower then... Care to join?” With a wink she leaves Felix on the bed and walks towards the bathroom.

#twilight #imagine #twilight imagine #felix x oc #paul lahote #imprinting #request #prompt #oc: liza #ps i love you #Flash Fic Friday

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4haechie · 4 years

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son of apollo!donghyuck

pairing: son of apollo!donghyuck x child of athena!reader genre: fluff, comedy, some adventure/action, pjo au, e2l au words: 3,173 warning: couple of curse words here n there a/n: i reference a bunch of pjo characters in this so if u haven’t read pjo *crowd booing*

so donghyuck’s the son of apollo right

there’s like no arguing when it comes to that

he’s extremely talented at singing and making music, dancing, rapping, songwriting, so he’s no doubt apollo’s offspring

and he’s naturally gifted at archery as well

you can’t spell haechan without ACE teehee

u on the other hand

you’re athena’s child

you love to read and write you’re incredibly smart ofc

you love competing and winning and taking part in strategy making to bring your opponents DOWN 💅🏼

athena’s the goddess of wisdom as well as warcraft so needless to say you’re exceptional in both fields

you’re not just textbook smart, no no, you’re able to apply all the knowledge you learn…well…irl

not to mention you’re good with all kinds of weapons

ur fave weapons include swords and spears :D

you’re okay w knives too!!! and daggers!!! you’re not picky

but you’re better w longer blades just cuz u have more experience w them

fun fact: you’re the head of the athena cabin and donghyuck’s the head of the apollo cabin

you’re both great leaders, always doing your best to make the best strategies to win capture the flag, the chariot races, and other fun activities chiron plans for the campers 😁

but . you guys are Sworn Enemies

actually the better term to use would be “rivals”

you guys r So competitive to the point where you actually developed a rivalry during your first few years at camp half-blood

donghyuck LOVES to win but so do you… so obv he’s gonna go out of his way to make sure he/his cabin wins

that doesn’t mean you’ve ever backed down from his challenges…

if he’s competitive you’re twice as competitive

one day after breakfast during your fifth year at camp when you’re both about 18, chiron decides to host a good old game of capture the flag

u know . for old times’ sake 😼

once he makes the announcement you immediately turn to your cabin mates

“we have to win no matter what”

“y/n, it’s just capture the flag. we’re not fighting gaea”

“bitch are u in or not”

the entire dining hall is buzzing with excitement

nothing makes a demigod’s day like a capture the flag announcement 😌

chiron suddenly grabs the megaphone again and calls out “this time however there’s a little twist,” he chuckles as everybody goes silent

you raise an eyebrow

“you’ll be in teams of course. everybody has to play. there’s twenty cabins, so there will be ten teams of two cabins each. i’ll pair you guys up myself. each pair gets a flag–so there’s ten flags in total. the game will be won by the pair who manages to collect all flags and brings them back to their base before anyone has the chance to steal their own flag.”

the demigods burst into intense chatter and discussion once more

you turn your head back to your siblings and tilt your head in slight confusion

you’ve never played capture the flag in teams before

“anyone but apollo. i’m literally begging. sam, pray to athena right now”

“y/n RELAX”

“i think if we’re partners with apollo’s cabin i’ll actually jump into tartarus”

“…”

“what? percy and annabeth survived” 🙄

chiron pulls out a scroll and calls out the pairings one by one

poseidon and demeter, hades and ares (good luck to them), so on and so forth

your heart keeps racing . athena’s name has not been called out yet

and just like that your worst fear comes true

“athena cabin with apollo cabin. the game will commence in thirty minutes, which is how much time you have to prepare. good luck and stay safe!”

you drop your head into your palm (aka head in hands meme jpg)

“this is the worst day of my entire life”

“y/n, you’re hands down the most dramatic person i’ve ever met”

maybe it’s just you–bc your siblings seem fine with the apollo kids

they have so many apollo cabin friends :(

curse u and donghyuck’s little rivalry that the entire camp and chiron knows about

so him putting yall together definitely was not a coincidence cough cough

can u blame him

🌤🌈 he just wants all of u to get along 🌈🌤

he’s seen w his own two centaur eyes what happens when demigods fight between themselves

it’s not healthy

he needs u guys to get along bc u and donghyuck are some of the best demigods at camp rn

ur quick wits and amazing sword skills

his position as the camp’s best archer

imagine how powerful yall would be if u two worked together

if only you got along from the start.. but nooooo

ur egos r just too high F

but anyway, back to the present

you’re sitting there, head in your hands, dreading this already when some of the apollo kids swagger over to your guys’ table

donghyuck is in front of them as he scoffs after seeing your dreadful state

“why the sad face, y/n?”

you lift your head up to see him hovering over your seat and roll your eyes

you get up and your siblings follow

you’re just gonna have to make do. you don’t have time to complain

the thing is

you’ve only lost capture the flag once 👎🏼

a few summers ago the apollo cabin defeated the entire camp leaving everybody speechless

it’s true they didn’t defeat JUST you but somehow you thought it was personal

you had the PERFECT record 😕

zero losses . only wins

but bc of the apollo kids your cabin’s record was tarnished

which is sorta why you started hating them (esp donghyuck their leader) so much

donghyuck caught on immediately and made it a point to compete just as hard as u

so yea. that’s how you became rivals

he knows how much ur gonna hate working with him but u don’t really have a choice now do u :/

so he knows exactly why u have a sad face

but this is donghyuck we’re talking about

just bc yall r “rivals” doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tease u 😂😂😂

(or maybe he teases u bc he thinks ur cute and he hopes one day u realise him teasing is actually donghyuck for flirting 🤭)

“you know damn well why, lee donghyuck”

“oh c’mon i think it’ll be fun! if we combine our skills, we definitely have a hundred percent chance of winning”

you cross your arms and glance at your siblings who just shrug in agreement

you sigh loudly

“don’t even think about fucking this is up, donghyuck. and just so we’re clear, i’m in charge”

he laughs, “yup! got it”

so you start talking strategy

you only have 30 minutes so you need to make the best of it

you divide the two cabins into pairs so that an athena and an apollo kid will be paired together and in charge of smth diff

you have plenty of people on your team – 5 in athena’s cabin and 5 in apollo’s cabin

some will handle weapons and safety gear, some will handle mapping out the playing area which was basically the entirety of the woods, some will be setting up traps near your team’s flag to prevent others from coming close

30 minutes quickly pass and after dividing the work and planning your strategy with donghyuck and friends you turn your attention back to chiron who has his megaphone in hand

everyone’s told to gather outside the dining hall at the open field before the game commences

you, donghyuck, and your teammates briefly talk strategy once more . just to make sure everybody knows what they’re supposed to do

“let the game begin!” chiron blows a loud whistle and the demigods scramble out of the field, going to their designated flag locations

your spot is near a little creek, but the forest around your flag is quite dense so u figure it’s relatively hard to locate

it’s not that late so the afternoon sun makes your skin glisten with sweat

“damn, can you tell your dad to chill tf out for a while,” you tell donghyuck jokingly

he just rolls his eyes but on the inside he’s kinda glad you’re being casual with him rather than 😡😡😡😡😡 like u normally are

u don’t know what it is about him today but u swear he’s acting different around u

he wasn’t… as annoying while discussing strategy ????

he actually ?????? listened ?????? to what u had to say 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he didn’t argue, he didn’t even throw around witty burns like he usually does w/o hesitation

u were like… is he ok

little do u know!!! he actually l*kes u 🤭🤭🤭

well… it’s not a 100% fact that HE himself knows as well

but his siblings caught on to his weird behaviour n figured smth was up

mark being one of hyuck’s closest friends n siblings in the apollo cabin, realised he was acting weird ever since yall got grouped together

he seemed nervous ⁉️ which he never ever is

he’s like the most confident person mark’s ever known

so mark was like *thinks*

after putting two and two together mark came to the conclusion that he might have a small crush on u

bc hyuck kept glancing over at u, kept talking abt how ur a good leader (he’s never gonna tell YOU that tho. he crossed his heart on that one)

mark was like i didn’t even ask but ok

mark was confused at first tho cuz everybody and their mom knows about your guys’ rivalry so why tf would hyuck have a crush on someone he considers his rival

mark decides not to get ahead of himself bc hey!!! maybe he doesn’t have a crush, maybe he just thinks ur a good leader

like that’s it u know?

LMAO 🤫

so anywayz where was i

ah right

the flag

OK SO ur team’s flag is yellow ! :D

it’s like the colour of sunflowers

you and donghyuck r in charge of guarding the flag while ur team members scout around for the other flags

easy peasy

you and donghyuck are at your base now, weapons drawn just in case

the flag is hung on a poll couple feet taller than you

you’re dressed in ur usual training clothes – a pair of washed out shorts, a very old orange camp half-blood shirt; your sword’s sheath hanging from one of the belt loops of your shorts

donghyuck’s dressed similarly – a pair of blue ripped jeans, the same orange camp shirt tucked into them, but he has a purple flannel on, which he takes off and ties around his waist

“it’s so freaking hot,” he says, mentally agreeing with the comment u made about apollo earlier

“tell me about it”

there’s a silence that follows, the only sound heard is the subtle flow of the creek water

you’re thankful for the silence

it’s easier to keep an ear open for opponents on their way to steal your flag

just as you think about it, an ares and a hades kid approach your base

they’re on the other side of the creek, less than ten to fifteen feet away

“hi y/n,” the hades kid you’re kind of close to says

you shoot him a fake smile before holding your sword in front of you

donghyuck pulls out an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in his bow, aiming for the two demigods in front of you

the creek isn’t that deep, so the two demigods cross it with ease

they have their weapons drawn; they’re now a couple of feet away from you and more importantly the flag

no words are said as donghyuck lets his arrow fly and knock the hades’ kid sword out of his hands

he didn’t use an arrow with a sharp tip, you note

the hades’ kid stumbles backwards, imbalanced after he gets unarmed

you stand your ground as the ares’ kid scrambles forward, attacking you with her sword

your blades clash defiantly

you continue to spar with all your might

from the corner of your eye you see that the hades’ kid, sword back in hand, is battling donghyuck on your left

the flag is right behind you and donghyuck; you can’t let the two demigods get near it

you and the ares kid are still battling each other, putting all your strength into making sure she surrenders

but u should know better

ares and athena kids have many similarities like their love for winning, their confidence in battle, etc.

it’s like looking in a mirror

you don’t have anything against this particular ares kid, though

“c’mon, y/n, give up already”

that REALLY makes your blood boil

you never give up, no matter what

with one final blow of your sword, you knock her sword out of her hands, making her think she distracted you with her words

she goes flying back, half her body landing in the creek water

her sword lies in between you and her, but you doubt she’ll have the courage to fight again

the hades kid sees this and quickly scrambles away from hyuck, picking up the ares kid’s sword and giving her a hand up

“this is why i hate you and your siblings–your huge ego always gets in the way,” you hear the hades kid grumble to his partner as they run away from you, shame written all over their defeat

hyuck laughs and wipes sweat from his forehead

you can’t help but laugh either

you love it here at 🧡 camp half-blood 🧡

a few moments pass as your teammates emerge from the dense woods, each pair with a different colour flag held between them

you smile in victory

you quickly bring down your flag from its pole and give it to hyuck

“me? it was your plan…”

“yeah, but i couldn’t have done it without you, hyuck”

he almost passes out at your choice of nickname

back at the main hall, chiron announces your team as the winner, and that the prize yall being excused from doing chores all week long!!!!

it’s not much, but hey, at least you and hyuck ended up working together and winning the game, right?

later, hyuck pulls you aside from your cabin mates, and walks you to the lakeside

you two sit at the deck, side by side, watching the water doing nothing in particular

you watch as hyuck swings his feet lightly, his toes barely touching the water

“y/n, do you hate me?” donghyuck asks out of the blue

you’re like 😳 what

now that he asks you that . like straight up . it makes u think

do u REALLY hate him

or do u just hate losing to him

“why would i hate you?” you question back

“i don’t know? i guess because of our, um, rivalry thing i thought you can’t stand me”

you play with the beads of your camp necklace

“i don’t hate you, donghyuck. i just hate losing. i guess it’s the athena in me,” you laugh at how lame you sound

“i hate losing too, but i don’t hate you, in case you’re wondering.”

he takes a deep breath

“i know we started going against one another ‘cause of that one time my cabin won capture the flag, but i don’t want things to stay this way,” he pushes his hair back

“i guess what i’m saying is… i like working with you.” he pauses

“yeah,” he says, as if more convinced now, “and i would really like to get to know you better,” he clears his throat, very clearly embarrassed

you laugh at his flustered state

“stop laughing at me,” he stretches the last syllable as he lightly shoves you with his shoulder

you’re trying even harder to not laugh now, but for his sake, you hold it in

“that’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever said”

he crosses his arms, “i’m always cute”

you’re like. THE NERVE?????? 😒😒😒

“how ‘bout we go slow? i mean, we just became un-enemies, we’re gonna need to be friends first, right?” you poke his shoulder

“you make a good point”

“i’m literally athena’s child, but okay”

“shut up!”

✨ time skip ✨

both u and hyuck stay at camp over the holidays which means more bonding time!!! yay!!!!!

a year has passed and u and hyuck r basically bffs, attached at the hip, and everybody except mark is surprised as fuck

rmb the days when hyuck thought u were “cute”?

welp 🤭 he’s at that point where everything u do makes his heart flutter

yeah… he likes u Like A Lot

u have no clue abt his feelings for u and he has no clue abt ur feelings for him either

exactly a year after the iconic capture the flag game, ur both seated at the deck by the lakeside, side by side, again

“y/n…there’s something you need to know”

“if you’re gonna tell me about the mixtape you’re dropping with mark, i literally don’t want to hear it”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME”

“YOU GOT THE ENTIRE CAMP’S HOPES UP FOR NO REASON”

both of you burst into fits of laughter

after calming down, he shoves your shoulder lightly with his shoulder, like he always does (only to u tho)

“no, seriously, i need to tell you something”

“what’s up?”

“i,” he pauses, clears his throat, “like you. a lot–i have for a while now.”

you swear your heart stops beating and your brain explodes

HE? LIKES? U?????????

he continues, “i don’t know if you like me back, but i’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long–guess i didn’t have the courage until recently,” he lets out an airy laugh

you’re looking at him in the eyes now; a subtle shimmer of the afternoon sun sparkling in his eyes

“hyuck, i like you too. how could i possibly not?” you chuckle at his shocked expression

he goes :O

he’s genuinely speechless when you lean forward and press your lips ever so softly onto his

you literally feel him freeze, which worries you for a second, but your worry is washed away when he slowly kisses you back

you melt right then and there

he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers, as you pull away, a faint pink blush painting both your cheeks

“wow”

“really, y/n? that’s all you have to say? what happened to being wisdom’s child, huh?”

“donghyuck, i SWEAR to ALL THE GODS–!”

your sentence is cut off when he presses his lips onto yours again, you smile into the kiss which causes him to smile with you

he kisses you again and again, and then again, until you’re both a giggling mess

“let’s stay like this forever, yeah? what do you say?” he says, bringing his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back and looking at you

you look at your intertwined hands, and then back up at him, “i’d like that”

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hii congrats on 1.4k!! can i request 🔮 for male marauders and golden trio era? my pronouns are she/her, i’m gryffindor, i laugh in situations i shouldn’t be laughing at, i’m very friendly and i act the same around a person i know for 5 minutes and a person i know for years, i’m loud when talking, i’m too kind for my own sake, i get annoyed easily but everyone says i’m funny then, i get nervous easily especially around a person i like and i get especially loud then, i love nature and swimming and i love dancing but i’m really bad at it,, thank you!!

thank you so much! yes yes of course!

male marauders ship - james potter

when james first heard your laugh, he immediately fell in love. he was in detention and had heard your laugh from outside the classroom. you were walking through the halls w marlene and dorcas as you all had a free period. james turned his head and fell even more as he saw your face. he then realised it was you, gryffindor prefect and top of all your classes. sirius had always thought you were a know-it-all, but james thought you were funny and pretty and he was determined to get to know you better.

so after detention, he went to his house to find you. luckily, you were studying w remus and lily. he walked up to you all suave and gave you a little smirk, to which you reacted by just staring at him while sweating profusely. little did he know, you also liked him. but ofc he didnt know that, not yet, so his smile faltered and he gave you a warm, polite smile instead and said “hi, y/n. i’m james potter. we have potions and DADA together.” he held his hand out for you to shake and you stared at it for a good few seconds before laughing. youre like “y-you, you know my name? ohmygod, haha- WOW. s-sorry, i-i’m not usually this um, giggly. HAHA” and james just grins and says “no worries love. do you mind accompanying to hogsmeade this weekend” and youre like “… alright…” and james is sooo happy hehe. “it’s a date!” he exclaimed before running up to his dorm to find sirius to tell him the good news. the wait for the weekend was painful for both of you, but def worth it.

you met him at the gates, looking beautiful as usual. james complimented you like 100 timed in the first 5 minutes, you were grinning like a child who just got their christmas wish. you two strolled around the town, james ending up buying everything for you 💀. you open up to him pretty quickly and you two bounce from topic to topic seamlessly. at the end of the night, you two were at hog’s head and (ik this sounds like a muggle thing but shhh) they had karaoke night and lily and remus sung a duet, to which james pulled you up from your seat in surprise. at first you're confused and are like "wth???" and james is like "dance with me, darling!" and you're like "HAHA NO" and james frowns and asks why and you pull him close and say "i'm horrible at dancing, james. althought i will admit, i love it," you chuckle. and james is like "perfect! here, i'll teach you, m'kay?" and you're not so sure but yk james won't let up so you follow him to the dance floor.

he puts your arms around his neck and he puts his hands on the middle of your back, not too high, not too low, and you two start dancing. james at first is impressed and is like "you're not half bad, l/n." but he's spoken too soon bc you then begin to step on his feet as you two sway faster. and he's like "OW OW OW!" and you pull away from him and is like "ah im so sorry. i didn't mean to :((" and he just shrugs, "it's alright. no worries. here, lemme teach you". and he takes you in his arms again. "just follow my lead, okay. relax and just feel the music. if you panic, just stop, look at my feet, and regroup, m'kay?" and you nod tentatively and he smiles and you two start swaying. for the first 3 minutes, your eyes are at his feet, watching his and making sure you don't trip again and hurt his toes. and a few minutes later, you are dancing like a pro! (you step on his feet still... but only a few times so its not that bad hehe).

male golden trio ship - fred weasley

fred made smth blow up in hagrid's face (bless his soul) and the whole class went silent except for you. fred and george were laughing, but they were keeping it quiet while you were literally honking. your whole face gets hot with embarrassment as you realise you're the only one laughing and everyone is staring at you. you look down in shame at your desk as you feel everyone's judging eyes on you. well, not everyone is judging hehe. hargrid ends up taking 15 points from your house, 10 for the prank, 5 for you laughing (oops...). hagrid continues class and everyone goes back to paying attention to him except for fred. he's staring at you the whollleeee time.

you're two grades below him (u two are 5th and 7th year but ill age u up to 16 instead of 15 since he’s 17:)) so honestly he's never really noticed you outside of the common room before. you are friends w ron tho so ofc he knows of you and has seen you around the school, but he's never really paid attention to you before until now. and he glad he finally did because you are gorgeousss. after class, he ends up approaching you and ofc you're starstruck bc your best friend's cool, funny, hot older brother is talking to you.

he's like "i noticed you were laughing at my prank. you think that was funny?" and his tone kinda makes you scared bc he's really serious, but you end up nodding really slowly. his serious face breaks into a happy one as he says "great! at least someone was amused. say, you're friends with my baby brother, right?" he asks. and you're like "um... yeah..." and he says "great! well, why don't you take a break from hanging out w my loser brother and hang out w me tonight? george and i are planning a few more pranks." your jaw drops to the mf floor and youre like “uh. um yeah… s-sure” and fred’s like “😁😁😁 GREAT. see u then, l/n!” and your heart goes 🦋🦋🦋 and youre like “alright.. see you then”

so like you tell your friends, harry ron and hermione, abt your plans and harry is like “cool cool. tell us how it goes!” and hermione and you are giggling abt you hanging out w a boy two years up from you. and ron’s like “yeah whateva. have fun ig🙄” and hes just jealous bc his cool olders brothers are stealing his best friend but you reassure him you’re still his bff and youll hang out w him after/the next day. A

NYWAYS so it comes time and you step into the common room, confused as there was no one there. so you go and sit on the couch to wait but as you sit down, fred’s face immediately emerges from nowhere and you literally trip over and fall into him (which youre freaked out bc you cant see his body) but the invisibility cloak drops and he puts his arms around you quickly and holds you up just as your abt to fall. and your faces are literally like millimeters apart. and you think youre abt to kiss but fred pulls away and helps stabilize you before grabbing his cloak. youre like all shy again and he just smiles and says hello and sits down in the couch. you follow him in suit and he explains what the invisibility cloak is. then he gets out all his toys and prank stuff and you’re honestly really interested and you even give him ideas for new pranks and yk he likes you like 1000 times more hehe.

you two end up talking for a few hours and you emerge out of your shell and fred is very happy bc he now sees like the real you. a few hours later and your curled up on the couch, head on his shoulder and youre about to fall asleep (super romantic). fred then mentions george and youre like “oh wait. how come he isnt here?” and fred’s like “hes w angelina. his gf” and youre like “oooh” and then you boldly ask “do you have a gf” and you lift your head up from his shoulder and your face is so close to his, not as close as before, but you can feel his breath on your lips. and he looks you in the eyes and is like “no” and youre like “do you like anyone?” and as he speaks he looks down at your lips, “yeah. i think i do” and you think you know its you bc well like, how can you not in this moment. and youre like “who?” and hes like “you” AND THEN (im sorry this shit is so long but im living the dream) he leans in and your lips touch and you kiss and its all 😍🦋😏😁😋😩🥰🤩😽👻. lol anyways you pull away and are like 😳 and fred is like 😏 “ill see u tmrw right?” and youre like “y-yeah…” and you watch as he stood up and collects his stuff and leaves you. once you know hes gone, you stand up and start squealing and jumping around hehe and you run upstairs to tell hermione.

next morning, fred finds you at lunch and asks you point blank if you wanna be his gf and youre like “yes duh.” and you two then become official! so even tho fred is a prankster and is always carefree and stuff, he does have a compassionate side that comes out when he feels need be. hes so supportive too and he treats you like a mf queen. he’ll literally buy you anything and will do anything for you. he also plays jokes on u which you get him back and hes very impressed w your creativity and boldness.

so during breaks and summers, you visit the burrow and you two often hang out outside near the willow tree in their yard. you two also go swimming in the lake (let’s pretend its a big lake not a pond lol). its super nice and relaxing especially on like 90 degree days where you two are melting. you two always are splashing each other and laughing loudly. sometimes you two just cuddle and drink pumpkin juice and talk about what fred is gonna do now that he’s outta school. tbh youre afraid that once you go back to school and youre apart, youll grow apart, but fred always assure you two that you wont bc you two are soulmates <3

hope you enjoyed this!

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animalsprite · 4 years

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hewwo MKFMDS idk how to make an entrance w / o just saying my name, so i’m lia, currently twenty .. soon to be twenty - one, thank god .. nd i use she / her pronouns ! genuinely. this is the cutest group i’ve seen in years so kith kith to the admins 😚 i do not play soft characters usually so bear w me on this one, but all of kieran’s info can be found under the cut or at least most of it ! hit the lil heart if u’d like to plot nd i’ll make my way over to u unless u wanna make that leap first 💞 u can also reach me on discord @ fightersforyuna#7712 !

°✧。× : ( hwang hyunjin + cis male + he/him ) ─── oh, look, i’m pretty sure that’s KIERAN SHIN ! you know, the NINETEEN year old harvest sprite ? they’re an ANIMAL SPRITE, by the look of them, but i hear they’re actually half - human, too. i wasn’t sure the harvest goddess allowed that either, but i guess she must ! allowed or not, i’m pretty sure i heard that one say they might work part - time as an ANIMAL SHELTER EMPLOYEE, but i could have heard wrong. what i know for certain is that they DO believe in the harvest goddess and ARE loyal to her, which explains why they’re so SOLICITOUS and IDEALISTIC, but can also be a bit MALADROIT and RESERVED. i guess that’s what happens when you’re torn between two different worlds, huh ? anyways, if anyone asks about them, i’m pretty sure you can find them at ENDLESS PAWSABILITIES most often ! drowning in soft oversized sweaters, the feeling of a warm blanket after it’s come out of the dryer, & being surrounded by loads of animals at any given moment !

background .

has fully grown up on the island obviously .. but only with his mother

father was never in the picture. he was the human that made the halfie. his father actually fuckin bolted when he found out the whole sprite shit since his mother was able to hide it well enough

like of course it was real love, but men change their minds like the seasons and they also are just trash

after he left, his mother was tasked with raising him on her own. that would prove to be no easy feat as kieran was born with human ears .. a clear indicator he was half human

no one had known his father was a human, she would’ve been disowned by her family and the community around her. so, without knowing whether kieran would show signs of sprite nature .. she did what she had to do

that meant when he was a child, she’d brought him to someone and got his ears cut into a point .. ain’t that lovely ..

anyways ! he grew up thinking he was 100% sprite and he knows he’s not now, but we’ll get to that in a second. he doesn’t know what happened to his father, his mother doesn’t ever talk about it and he’s too scared to ask her

growing up he definitely felt like he was missing something or like there was something up w him .. he always just kind of blamed himself for his father leaving ? which is the truth , he just doesn’t know for sure, even to this day

kieran had never felt like he’s belonged, like he didn’t feel quite right with other sprites. they could do a lot of stuff he couldn’t plus he never heard of a half-human, half-sprite before .. his mother definitely sheltered him from a lot of things, so he wouldn’t ask questions

in her defense, she did it to protect him. she only wanted what was best for her baby as kieran was her whole world and still is

grew up without many friends. honestly didn’t have more than two probably .. he was the subject of bullying growing up and it’s definitely taken it’s toll on him to this day

wouldn’t really understand why despite always feeling like he was different

however, despite all that he was still a pretty lively kid. like he was always down to chat with new people and get to know them, he was just selective about who he let close to him

he was lively until he found out from accidentally overhearing his mother talk to someone that he was only half-sprite

mind u this was when he was in high school, so he spent the whole of his life being lied to and despite loving his mother a lot, he felt betrayed

that info only solidified how he had felt like he doesn’t belong anywhere

he pulled back a bit from his mother, they’re still close and what not but not as close .. pulled back from a lot of people actually nd his whole demeanor sort of changed and put a wall between him and the rest of the world

UH idk what else to write. he’s just a kind of angsty and lonely little guy who doesn’t feel like he belongs anywhere !

PERSONALITY:

very reserved .. he’s not super fond of being around other sprites, definitely is not fond of being around humans .. they scare him a lot

he’s got the kindest heart. he wants to take care of and provide for other beings so bad .. especially animals

extremely selfless, boy will not do anything for himself nd will drop what he’s doing to help. also sort of makes him a lil gullible .. easy to use

kieran is easily flustered, he’s probably blushing and smiling and giggling about 70% of the time .. so do w that what u will

clumsy .. so clumsy like he has two left feet

despite being super reserved, he’s still very smiley and bubbly. does want to get to know other people but sort of doesn’t know how to as he one. doesn’t think he’s interesting enough and two. he’s shy ..

has a lot of trust issues and abandonment issues

he does not want u to get to know him in fear that u will leave him like his father or think he doesn’t belong anywhere because he’s only half of both

he’s so touch starved please cuddle him

is an easy crier .. just soft hearted and wears it on his sleeve

extras .

he’s a 5′10″ big .. baby .. a big ole puppy

him and his mother own an animal shelter in town called endless pawsabilities ! the establishment and the animals themselves are his babies ..

he feels super comfortable around animals, a lot of it has to do with his animal sprite nature. they tend to be his best friends .. which has branded him as the weirdo because he talks to his pets

he’s a big romantic and idealist, loves the idea of love and everything in between. honestly daydreams about it, but thinks it’s absolutely unrealistic because who would like him when he’s him

he loves coffee and tea, will drink coffee in the morning and tea before settling in for the night

loves big sweaters and being warm and toasty ... loves a good cuddle 😔

there’s still feeling in his ears .. they’re just very sensitive and he will NOT show his ears to anyone .. he’s very ashamed of them and thinks they’re ugly so his hair is covering them 100% of the time

oh uh he don’t really pay much attention to the sprite world .. he’s so like secluded ever since he found out so ..

wanted plots .

he’s not experienced much but perhaps an ex or an almost something could be kind of fun to play with ..

a best friend ! give him someone he trusts wholeheartedly and like the only person he does

owo maybe a bad influence on him like he’s not one to break the rules or get out of his own bubble, but someone who kinda pushes him too

he doesn’t get annoyed often but perhaps annoy the shit out of him or like have him annoy the shit outta ur muse because he’s just. like that u feel

be a regular at the animal shelter .. like a volunteer or sumn nd be his friend nd let him get excited to see u excited abt the animals

oh someone be his bully KMDKSMK or just be fuckin mean to him

i got NOTHIN else .. my brain is empty so will 100% vibe w whatever and work that shit to death individually

#wisteria.intro #˚ ♡ 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 ‚ ooc .#this is trash i genuinely do not have a brain i'm so sorry ....

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gnomebud · 4 years

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odds bitch 🔪🐓

1. how tall are you?

5’2 3/4” i am Small

3. what is your favorite part of your body?

hmm!! i like my arms a lot!

5. are you more outgoing or shy?

shy all the way lol

7. are you tol or smol?

smollllllllll

9. weird habit?

oh i have Many and i do not want to share oop

11. do you sing in the shower?

yes so much!! all the time!!! it’s literally all i do

13. are/were you a theater kid?

i have a lot of musicals i like but i am not a theater kid per se !! our drama program at school was very poorly run and now basically doesn’t exist bc one of the teachers got arrested and the other got fired 🤪

15. do you think musicals are cheesy?

yes but i love ‘em

17. favorite cards against humanity card?

“getting really worried about global warning for a few seconds”

19. behind the camera or in front of it?

i like taking pictures but i can be very insecure abt photos being taken of me oof

21. meaning behind your name?

my name is nell and i like otamotones

23. who’s your closest tumblr friend?

@gromvillage and @diapensia and @faegoblin !!!!

25. have you ever taken narcotics?

hell nope aaaa

27. have you ever gotten caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

not as far as i can remember!

29. describe your passion without mentioning it.

i’m too small and terrified to have a concrete goal or passion in life sorry

31. give us one thing about you that know one knows.

uhhhhhh i wanted to shave all of my hair off like seven times today

33. what is your biggest fear?

something coming out of the dark. also shootings.

35. what is the best decision you’ve made in your life so far?

dropping out of the ib program lmao fuck that

37. something you fantasize about.

holding @faegoblin’s hand and cuddling with them and drinking hot chocolate

39. what was the last thing that made you laugh?

my friends talking about the dick museum in iceland!

41. who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

@faegoblin or @gromvillage or @idiot-worshipper

43. are you starting to realize anything?

what a terrifyingly ominous question. what am i meant to be realizing? is this about these asks? idk, right now i’m realizing that my feet are hot under the covers

45. i’ll only date you if you... (fill in the blank)

are @faegoblin

47. describe the person you’re in love with/have a crush on in great detail.

[cracks knuckles] ok so their name is alphie and they have dyed hair and a very cute face and glasses and i want to smooch their nose. they are super talented and crafty and can do all sorts of cool stuff like woodburning and cross stitching and pixel art !!! they have a very sweet voice and also constantly sound like they’re up to mischief, which they generally are. they love their family a lot and have very sweet cats and i love them so much :’)

49. first thing you notice in a person?

smile, i think!

51. been rejected by a crush?

that would have involved telling people my feelings when i had them, so no

53. would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

bro that was my grandma 💀

55. did you hang out with the person you like recently?

we literally live 600 miles apart 😔

59. does the person you have feelings for right now know that you do?

yes because i message them like 753848384 times a day abt how much i want to hold their hand

61. do you want to get married?

yes !!!!!!!!!!!

63. three things that turn you on.

we are NOT getting this personal on a thursday evening no sir

65. favorite term of endearment?

honey or babe or (my) love or my flower ;—;

67. intimidating people or kind people?

kind?

69. do you tend to like more masculine, feminine, or androgynous people?

i’m demi as fuck

71. who was the first person you came out to?

one of my friends in middle school over the fucking spotify messaging feature that they used to have

73. is your crush wlw?

neither of us are women!

75. write a short love poem to your crush/yourself?

again, too personal for a thursday evening

77. is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

i vent a lot over texts but i also hate doing it in real life because that involves talking out loud !

79. are you a forgiving person?

depends

81. fall asleep in their arms or rub their back until they fall asleep in yours?

both but mostly the latter :’)

83. hugs or kisses?

both but mostly hugs!

85. tummy kisses or thigh kisses?

we can have both,

87. play with their hair or stroke their tummy?

play with their hair :’’)

89. hugs around the neck or hugs around the waist?

around the waist!

91. when you like someone do you blush or do you get butterflies in your stomach?

i blush like a motherfucking tomato

93. how old were you when you realized you were queer?

uhhh, seventh grade so about 12 or 13 i think?

95. do you have a favorite queer ship? is it canon?

beaujester and it’s HALF CANON BABEYYY

97. when was the last time someone made your heart flutter?

when @faegoblin literally said “honeymoon?” to me about a fucking dick museum

#ily bitch #long post #asks

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blacknovelist · 5 years

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K A T S U K I B A K U G O, for the ask thingy please! Thank you!

i love these letter headcanons so much, my dudes

(okay so like, honesty hour it’s been a Solid While since I’ve read BNHA and I haven’t caught up yet but here’s my hot takes as requested.

I think the last I solidly caught up was about, like, the cultural festival? So if something happened later to like, contradict with these, just disregard it and don’t let me know - I’ll catch up and see for myself eventually.)

K: how do you know when you’ve upset them?

See, the thing about Bakugo is - he’s a loud sort, and it’s easy to assume (so very, very, very easy) that he is so in everything he ever does. He screams and hisses and swears and shouts at so many things, it’s his defining trait. The thing is, it’s not his volume that tells you first, if you know what to look for.

Nah, it’s in the look on his face. The way the lines of his cheek n jaw shift and his hands twitch and for a moment he ain’t just glaring and frowning at you or the world but at himself, too. When he realizes he’s upset his first instinct is always to reach inward, somehow - whether bodily or mentally or both, it depends - and study it. Examine it. Look at it. Once he’s got it pinned, then, then he’s gotta look for an outlet - a means to further that understanding if you will. And sometimes maybe also he’ll look to lash out at someone he sees as responsible for his pain, if such a person exists. It’s just, his brain works so fast - Bakugo is a prodigy in his own right, brilliant beneath all that rage - that actually noticing that moment, not passing it off as a fidget or a twitch or anything else it isn’t, is already hard enough as it is.

See like, his shouting, it’s a defense, but it’s also just who he is (be loud, they’ll notice you, attention is good). It’s that half-step pause, when he’s knocked off balance and that unsure look crosses his face as he does, thats when you know.

And then he’ll blast your ears off one way or another, and if you didn’t notice he’ll usually get louder and start cussing you out and you kind of have to notice. Unless you’ve really really upset him - then he goes a little quieter (in the way a car horn is softer than a foghorn) and obliterates you with his words. Bakugo will always know the most efficient way to shut someone down using only his words, you just gotta coax him to it. And when he’s upset, well, no one wants to keep talking to someone who’s made them upset - ending the conversation by returning the favor is just a bonus.

(Of course, I’m registering “upset” as not including or being the same as “anger”, at least at it’s core (bc he’ll progress to being angry abt it eventually), because Bakugo being angry is something we’re all quite familiar with. And of course, this is assuming someone has found the right buttons to push to even make him upset, given the fact that I also believe he just doesn’t care enough to really let what others say get to him.

If anyone’s gonna make Bakugo genuinely upset, I’d bet more money on it being himself - thinking, dreaming, wondering, questioning everything he’s done and is doing and will someday do, probably - than anyone else. But were that not the case, well. Here we are.)

A: what are/were their best subjects in school?

Bakugo is a boy of many talents - you need the best grades to get into UA, after all. I think he probably did best in English, because All Might is known to speak English phrases from time to time. (This is related to the fact that Bakugo is the English teacher in Ageswap)

He likely also is good with chemistry, given his Quirk - he’s gotta understand reactions and gases and which ones are where generally, the interactions of substances and those gasses with his Quirk and also their reactions when exposed to heat/light/etc, what things he can use to fuel explosions or put out fires caused by it, so on.

T: Where are they ticklish?

I don’t particularly imagine Bakugo as a ticklish person? Partially because he wouldn’t let anyone close enough to tickle, but mostly because he just doesn’t strike me like that (and it’s not because I’m not ticklish, because I am unfortunately extremely so). If I had to give a place, I’d say it’s probably somewhere a little strange, like the soles of his feet or the back of his neck or something.

S: How stealthy are they?

At first glance, unbelievably so. Those who know Bakugo know better, of course, but nonetheless. Despite the boisterous and angry manner Bakugo holds himself he is, again, extremely smart. He knows when to be subtle, when to quiet down and, most important in this case, when to lay low and sneak.

I don’t think I’d put him as like, top sneaker of the class, but the boy knows how to creep when he needs to. On a scale where say, Hagakure was 10/10, I’d pin him a solid 6 or 7/10 when he’s actually trying.

U: What’s their voice like?

I’ve always imagined his voice as always having a sort of… edge to it. Not a gritty-sounding emo sort of edge but like,, like he’s always chomping at the bit to end a conversation, I guess. Also, he talks a little quickly when he’s not swearing specifically at someone - not so fast that he’s incomprehensible, but more like what he’s saying is obvious and he can’t understand why you don’t see it that way either. It’s not malicious or on purpose, it’s just how he is.

I: On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

Mmm. As a kid, a solid 9 or 10 - back then he was too young, just a boy with the entire damn world at his fingertips. He never had reason to believe he was anything less than the absolute best, and that’s fine.

At the start of the series I’d say he, to others, looks like he’s always on the high end of the spectrum (7-10 out of 10), and I’d say back then he probably felt it too. Middle schoolers are the absolute worst, I have no trouble believing he has that much confidence in the beginning.

By the boot camp he’s still putting off solid 7-10 vibes (I think there’s never a time he isn’t putting on that air with the world so just assume he is pls) but I think - with all the hits his self-confidence, what with how different UA is to anything else he’s ever known - he’s sitting at closer to 5’s and 6’s. After Kamino? He drops below 5 and for every moment he thinks about it (about the fight, about All Might, about the hero career that almost ended and the one that actually did) it continues to go down. The thing being, of course, that he doesn’t act it, and a part of me imagines he stays in partial denial (“I feel like this but maybe I don’t”) until about the provisional license. (Though, I don’t think he drops lower than 3)

Idk, maybe it’s just been a while and I’m overthinking it but I get the vibes that Bakugo vaguely acknowledging Izuku in that moment in the exam? It was kinda the moment it clicked in his own brain, an understanding of what Izuku has been given based on what he knows, so to speak, and how different it is from him. I think that’s when he stops denying how low he thinks he’s sunk, which leads to him wanting to get answers, which leads to the fight. Which is such a good moment, holy shit.

I think it’s after that that Bakugo starts working towards building himself back up internally. Needing to take that additional thing to get his license was a blow, but he’s nothing if not determined - he’ll make that comeback, just you wait. He’s a solid and even 6-7 by the cultural festival, and holding strong.

(Again: I haven’t caught up with canon for a very long time, so if canon seems to contradict me or if you’re looking for a look at how he is now, sorry)

B: Do they have any allergies?

Nope. Everyone hates him come allergy season because he’s always cool as a cucumber and the same as he always is.

G: How do they flirt?

man, this is so far out of my jurisdiction

here’s some true facts kids: I don’t generally judge ships and if it’s in character i’ll read almost anything

but i’m also not a shipper, at all. Given the option, I’d sooner throw my entire being into the pit that is “platonic shit” than have to deal with an excess of it.

So like, I’m not here for romance, and I tend to rely on tropes when I am, but Bakugo lands in that hotspot of “would not fulfill those romance tropes on his own of his own volition”.

I guess if I had to say, I think he’d probably extend invitations to let the person he’s interacting with learn more about him in general - hobbies n habits n shit like that. That is to say, he’d absolutely invite someone hiking or to spar or whatever in an attempt to both learn abt the person (how do they react) and to let them learn about him. He’s always struck me as being kind of private, so like, such a leap would probably mean a lot.

That’s as much as I’m getting from this one mate

O: What would it take to break them, inside and out?

We’ve already caught a good damn glimpse of this - you know that breakdown he has with Izuku, when he’s blaming himself for being the end of All Might?

Bakugo thrives on hard work and being the best (or at least, striving for it), and that leaves a number of ways for him to break, it’s just that he’s incredibly resilient as a person so it’s hard to tell.

The frustration of trying his best and still ending a situation with the worst case - a la Kamino but worse - would absolutely destroy him. Can you imagine? Working hard and powering through and doing everything in your damn power to do the right thing, to save yourself so you can save others, to be a hero, only for it to be for literally nothing in the end? The specific scenario I’ve got in mind is a little more long-term; I believe that if something big happened like that and he came out thinking it ended well enough, only for a shoe the size of the USA to drop on his head and disrupt everything he’s worked towards? Rendering nearly all their work for nothing? Revealing that he and everyone else played right into the villains’ hands, essentially making this their own faults?

Well, something would break in just any anyone.

(Alternately, a realization that everything you do is meaningless and a constant reinforcement of “you’ll never be who you want to be” would also do a pretty damn good job)

#BNHA #Boku no hero academia #MHA #My Hero Academia #Bakugo Katsuki #Novelist Answers #Anonymous #Katsuki #long post #BNHA Headcanon #*dabs* i don't know if any of this makes sense cause I started writing it at one in the morningggggg

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angclhyunjin · 6 years

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of light and verse | jaebum

desc: you literally end up falling for the boy who sits at the back of your uber hard lit class. college!jaebum litmajor!jaebum. all the fluff. just super fluffy

word count: 1.913

requested by: @jaebums-sunshine [Jaebum college au/domestic au fluff!]

note: i wrote this at lit 4am but ummm my love as a lit major was too cute to pass up

oh my god ok COLLEGE JAEBUM

setting my heart on fire at the thought of my lit nerd headcanon for him

lets get into it!

so its freshman year and ur walking into your first lit class, a bit intimidated bc its like,, a course no first year dared to touch but u just wanted a cool sounding course so bad u jumped at the opportunity

its GREEK MYTHOLOGY!! who wud not hello

and ur excited until the professor opens her mouth

and ur blown away by how,,,,,,, interesting and riveting the whole thing is but shit is it going to be this hard throughout??

the first few classes involves you frantically taking notes and trying to keep up w the impossible pace this class is going

but theres this BOY

he sits right at the end while ur in front so u could pass him off as uninterested,,, taking the course for extra creds??? wrong

this BOY quips in between the lecture with the most fascinating comments, connecting the odyssey to so many modern works, to poetry and to music

and ur like,,, who made u,,,, how r u like this

ur kind of annoyed by how smart this boy is

its not like you dont get wtf is happening here, but how can he get it and SO MUCH MORE

and tbh ur kind of jealous but u didnt hear that from me. also he has the softest voice that creeps up behind u and makes ur body stir

wait what

so u work super hard

and like super hard, u finish all ur readings and do ur own research

but u still feel like its not enough

like idk who u think u are, u start living at the library

cup of tea in hand and a book in the other, it sounds optimal but the stress is lowkey making you lose ur mind

ur looking for a book in the aisles, a VERY specific one on sappho’s fragmented poems

and FINALLY u see it............on the top most shelf

ur 5′4″ self is SCREAMING

and u could ask for help but help is for losers

so u make the very intelligent decision to climb the shelves what?? no ones looking

ur almost there when

a hand

reaches at the same time as urs

u almost scream for real this time, shutting ur eyes real tight, letting go of ur meager hold on the shelf and falling back

like u have accepted ur death at this point

until???? wait??? you feel two hands around you and suddenly you’re not falling

“my god, are you okay??” how tf do i know this voice

you open your eyes to be met with the softest brown eyes, framed by these wire glasses

its him

of c o u r s e

u literally dont know what to say until he laughs a little at you (an adorable, light noise that fills you up)

“this is probably not one of your greatest moments” ur cheeks are on FIRE

suddenly he notices his arms are still around u and he hastily places u on ur useless jelly feet

“were you going for the book on sappho? i didn’t know anyone else here knew it existed”

you’re about to stammer out a reply, not really ready to explain to the lit prodigy that ur trying to be at least half as insightful as him but he

squints at u

“wait, aren’t you in my lit class?? you are, aren’t you?”

he REMEMBERS ur invisible ass??? ok??? what doesnt this boy notice?????

u finally find your tongue, stammering out a “y-yeah, i was planning out my paper and needed a second reference”

wow is he lowkey impressed he stares at u for a bit

ur now hyperaware of ur messy bun and glasses, the old t shirt you’d tucked into mom jeans feeling so inadequate in front of him in his stylishly messed up hair n button up,,, how could someone be this pretty at 4pm on a sunday

“honestly, me too. but its okay, you can have this”

he barely needs to reach up to get this book and ur like, looking at his shoulders as he faces away from u for a split second and man is he built

“are you sure???” you let out in an almost whisper “don’t you need this?”

“nah its okay i read it over the summer already” o yes of course

“i’m jaebum by the way” he smiles at you and ur stomach JUMPs

“i’m y/n” you try, and then blurt out “and also really sorry for this i’m like,, dumb as hell-”

“its no issue, y/n” his voice is HONEY as it says your name and you can feel urself turning redder

“i’ll see you in class then” hes gone as quickly as he arrived and ur still in shock because what the fuck

did that really happen or did u doze off after a caffeine crash again???

so the next day in class u walk in, heading towards your seat when ur eye catches jaebum’s

and he gives u the BIGGEST SMILE

WHAT AN ANGEL

ur blushing furiously and manage a quick smile back

and thru/o ur so distracted bc u swear u feel his eyes on the back of ur neck but ur also too scared to look bc WOW WHY IS THIS BEAUTIFUL BOY STARING AT ME

so at the end of the class ur throwing all ur books into ur mess of a backpack when u hear a voice

“so did you end up finishing the book”

its god jaebum, beanie hiding his tousled hair and trademark glasses on his nose

“no i still have some stuff to cover but its fine!! you can have it u want-”

“no, no i was going to suggest we do the paper together?”

is this ,,,, really happening

“i mean, sure” WHY ARE U AGREEING WHY DO U WANT TO DIE

“okay great! i’ll meet you in the library at 4?”

“okay see you then!!” u squeak out and dash

wtf was that

this man did not need ur help, he is a lit GOD

but ur there at 4, a little thankful for the heads up bc u managed to put some semblance of makeup on urself

and he walks in and ur heart is on fire again bc hes so pretty and he’s also so excited to do lit, lit makes this boy

u slowly ease into conversations w him, sappho being taken over by more personal deets

ok first of all, this boy has 5 cats

he shows u pictures of all of them, names and all, like a mom showing off her children

ur heart is so so full of this endearing boy

you keep meeting thru the rest of the week

on tuesday, he asks you ur favorite color

on wednesday, he convinces u to tell him ur favorite memory

on thursday, you tell him how vanilla ice cream is everything to you but u cant stand strawberry

on friday, he asks u for ur number

on saturday, he randomly texts you 6 pictures of his cat sitting on two legs

on saturday, you realize u have fallen for the boy at the back of ur lit class

u dont know what to do

this boy is so so dumb at heart but can also recite all of shakespeare’s sonnets by heart

like hes the cutest idiot u have ever seen

and ur falling super hard for him

ur friendship goes strong for a while

gradually u blush less frequently and get comfortable w him, going over to his place at times

the first time u go (for lit probably) he opens the door and ur greeted w the smell of disaster

like really it smells super bad

and hes frantic and panicky bc “i didn’t know how hard cooking was the tomato sauce is all burnt what did i do”

poor perfect boi is bad at cooking???

even surrounded w smoke and in a dirty apron he looks ADORABLE

and ur laughing and taking the saucepan off the stove for him, throwing his failure out and suggesting u just get some chinese

and he agrees w a sigh and ur like ur so dumb

and no ur definitely not trying to think abt how he wanted to cook for u

when u call him over u make spaghetti

red sauce

“wow so ur really out here triggering me like this”

“is it my fault ur an idiot sandwich”

“w o w”

he probably pouted and u probably made fun of it tho ur heart was crying

so it goes on like this for a while

and ur always wondering ‘does this boy even like me like that’ bc he out here giving u so many signals but never making the move

like ur ass is never sure if he’s into u or just being nice

bc lets face it - im jaebum is the definition of nice

and its honestly getting kind of annoying

like pls tell me if u like me my heart cant take it much longer

u guys are at his, doing ur readings

you glance to the side and see jaebum reading intently, eyes flying over the words, relaxed and so sweet, a ray of light from the window falling on him and making his eyes radiate a dark brown

you dont even notice how long you’ve been staring until u hear his voice

“hello what r u doing”

fuck

“nothing! just,,,, you looked really pretty with the light falling on ur face. no i mean, look!! like, you’re pretty”

WHAT

did u JUST

SAY THAT

"not that that means you’re not pretty at other times!! i mean,,, you’re pretty all the time and its honestly really crazy” WHY ARE U STILL TALKING

hes just.... staring at u in wonder

and ur lik e wow this is it, this is when the ground acc swallows me up and i die

when his face breaks into this beautiful smile

“you think i’m pretty?”

his voice is so soft and pure

u r, on the other hand, about to collapse from embarrassment

and just nod and its like the day in the library all over

and he’s still smiling when he says “y/n, i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen”

your stomach SWOOPS

IS THIS REAL LIFE

“i’ve wanted to say that for the longest time” he breathes and you notice just how close he is

“thats just,, i mean wow i didn’t know...” u manage to say

he leans in a little closer and his hands r burning a hole resting on ur thighs

the light is very brilliant as his head dips lower, breath on ur lips until he fills the gap between you

and im jaebum is kissing you

you barely remember to respond, but when you do, he leaves light kisses on ur lower lip, hand coming up to cup ur cheek

ur entire body is on fire as he draws you closer, your hands going into his hair and feeling for the first time how soft it was

wow u had really dreamed about this huh

he draws back a little bit, face incredibly close to yours and asks u “is this okay?”

,,,,,,,boi

“more than okay, this is perfect” you press him closer and all else is forgotten

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nureyevsbf · 5 years

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first ten for carlisle :3c

i literally almost cried MULTIPLE times while writing this let’s GO

tw for mild internalized homophobia in question 7

sorry if you’re just some rando looking for twilight content who comes across this bc of all the fuckin keywords in it

otp question meme

1. Who is the most affectionate?

does it even count if i say both??? like i have lovey dovey bitch disease and im extremely affectionate but like. carlisle. carlisle who was lonely and heartbroken and crushed by self-loathing for years. carlisle who was touch starved for decades and would probably cry if he was physically capable the first time i touched him lovingly. carlisle who thought he was a monster and damned to hell who finally has someone - someone who's hunted monsters like him before and yet sees this beauty in him and loves him with their whole heart - that looks at him like he put the stars in the sky himself and who loves every part of him and insists he's more human than any of them. that carlisle?????? look me in the fuckin eyes and tell me he wouldn't b the softest most affectionate full-of-love motherfucker on the planet.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

im the big spoon just bc i Always am and Am Never the little spoon, but a lot of time i'll sleep on his chest while he sits up doing whatever (since, like, doesnt need to sleep and shit)

3. Most common argument?

hmm. i don't think we would argue very much?? we probably don't argue at all until the other cullens start coming along, and it's more... how to correctly handle them. like specifically in new moon i would Definitely be against packing up and moving out just bc edward's being weird and fucking emo and that would definitely turn into...one of the few heated arguments we ever have.

4. Favorite non-sexual activity?

carlisle really likes cooking, even though he can't eat any of it himself, so he enjoys helping me in the kitchen when i make food. he also likes being with me when i sleep - be it curling up with me and resting his eyes or reading while i sleep on his chest or whatever.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

i think i've answered this before and said it would probably b an even split but. yeah normally it'd b me due to who i am as a person so u would Think. but like. he MORE than has the strength for it and definitely loves to just. sweep me off my feet, literally, when the moment calls for it tbh

also, given vampires r like. Basically stone. i think it's very difficult for me to lift him in my human form.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

ive definitely answered this one before but. for me, my favorite physical feature is his voice and his eyes. like of course All of him is breathtaking but those two things specifically get my ass. but my favorite non-physical feature - and yes i know i wind up saying this of a Lot of my f/os, im pretty sure this is just my type - is his heart. like....he's such an inherently good person and his desire to do good runs so deep that that's the thing that was amplified when he was turned - he literally is the only cullen who has never taken a human life bc his gift is literally to be able to resist THE most quintessential part of being a vampire. and i RLLY fuckign love that abt him.

he i think also likes my eyes??? there's nothing special abt them like his my eyes are just rlly pretty like irl hjdfghdfjg. he also really just...loves the fact that i'm flesh and blood. like he relishes in my warmth and my heartbeat and the fact that i'm living and it's just made better by the fact that i'm not mortal. like he can still have a partner who's all these things and whose life he can cherish w/o having to deal with me eventually falling victim to this mortal coil that doesn't affect him (and i mean - both of us are not invulnerable but at least it's like. time that's never going to do us part.)

but then as far as non-physical features go, he likes.....ok this is very broad and i do have to explain all the shit that falls under this umbrella. but he likes my sense of good. i'm a deeply, deeply loyal person, and have this very strong sense of morals and a code of honor, and i'm naturally very selfless and giving, and these r all things that made him fall in love w me in the first place.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

oh this is so so emo and im so sorry for how sad this is abt to get. this is one of the parts that almost made me cry and not bc of how soft it is.

for me it's not too bad i just am very obvious abt how attached to him i am and wanna spend more time w him and really like latch onto him once i realize ive caught feelings. like that's just how i am in general.

but w carlisle. it's so hard for him to deal with. like it's just massive fucking turmoil for him. this affection and adoration he feels and is dying to express but this horrible guilt and his self-hatred getting amplified - like, again, he hates himself and what he is and he thinks he's this awful monster even if he's never hurt a human being and is actively trying to help people by studying medicine, and then there's me who he sees the world in and who he knows has distaste for his kind (bc again has actively hunted his kind) and he's just hit with all this shit like. he's not good enough for me, what if i find out abt the way he feels abt me and i'm disgusted by him, what if i leave and don't want to travel with him anymore. could he take that kind of heartbreak, could he take being alone again, could he take being left because of what a wretched thing he is? (there's also probably. religious panic :\\ im sure like coming to terms w being bi/mlm is NOT easy for him, son of a preacher, and im sure that's a part of it.)

he reacts to this whole fucking chaos of emotions in him by withdrawing a lot, i think? getting quieter and distancing himself from me - he's not even really meaning to, he wants to be near me but it hurts so much he just does it on instinct. which turns around and hurts him more, and hurts me in the process, so really this initial weird period of painful ass angsty pining just hurts us both, like, way more than necessary

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

i have Not ultimately though up anything since i was last asked this :pensive: so i think i have to just come to terms w the fact that i don't think we would give each other nicknames. not even shortened versions of our names (outside of me w eli but i literally just go by that normally.) pet names, yes, absolutely; it'd be my standard ones - dear, baby, doll, honey, sometimes love/my love, and if i Really wanna be over-the-top half-facetiously sappy and gross sometimes i'll say "my darling dearest." w him it's darling, dear, love/my love, and his gross over-the-top cheesy bullshit is 100% genuine and absolutely NOT facetious even a LITTLE bit and it DOES fluster the shit out of me when he does super gay ass shit like call me "my heart" or "my light in the dark" or whatever other sappy ass BULLSHIT

9. Who worries the most?

this one i know i've answered before. and like, it's him.... i think he just has a lot to worry abt. im fleshy and kinda vulnerable and that scares him - i think he worries a lot too abt like. what if the nature of our relationship makes me a target. esp with the volturi, who like have it in their rules that vampires are not to associate w werewolves, and that's not what i am but would they be willing to listen to that? especially if aro reads my mind and realizes i've killed their kind before?? the family probably keeps it under wraps tbh, hides me from the volturi, but that's not really a perfect solution. it's probably not till the end of breaking dawn when the volturi agrees to honor the treaties/relationship w the pack that they feel like i'm safe.

he also just worries abt little shit too!! like i can and do get hurt in ways they don't even if it's NOT a big deal. cut myself cooking (which to clarify. my blood isn't an issue bc it smells like shit to them. i think that might have been confirmed for the pack too but. i smell like dog it's Not appealing) or twist my ankle doing some dumbass shit or whatever. and i heal much faster than humans so this shit isn't a problem!! and the rational doctor in him is like this is a very small injury it's really NOT an issue. but the husband in him is like ))))): i don't want him to be hurting

and it just kind of results in him hovering nervously and fussing over me when he RLLY doesnt need to be

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

w us it's not exactly a big deal given carlisle can't exactly eat out at restraurants lol. he does remember my favorite restaurants in every town we go to and my takeout order and regularly brings food home for me on his way back from work, though.

#answered #answered meme #ladychraelix #4 -#5 -#carlisle

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chierafied · 6 years

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Some Jily au? Maybe Jily Swanprincess? I have bee watching that film a lot with my niece :)

So a few days ago I was possessed with this performing arts school AU idea … And because my inspiration has been scarce of late I decided to indulge myself and figured that by using your prompt I could kill two birds with one stone. Hope you don’t mind!

At this point I’m already resigned to the fact that this’ll snowball into a chapter fic, so I promise I’ll find a way to sneak in some swanprincess references later on for you. ;D

Special thanks to @mamapuritysan for letting me scream abt this idea at you and for your support and to @gryffindormischief for beta-ing and plot help! ♥

Also on AO3 & FFnet.

Shoot Me Straight to the Top

When Lily had received her acceptance letter from the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland she’d been ecstatic. Over the moon. Brimming with awed enthusiasm.

A month into her studies, there were still frequently moments when she felt both awe and enthusiasm.

She definitely felt like she was where she was supposed to be. She was in her element, prepared to work hard to succeed, ready to give it 110%.

But there was little glamour in the 9 to 5 grind of classes and god once the weekend rolled in Lily was ready to collapse from exhaustion – and that was before tackling all the piled up homework.

And there were moments when she seriously wondered if she’d bitten off more than she could chew. Musical theatre was her dream, but it was a very ambitious discipline. One that demanded developing her skills broadly across different fields. She had lessons in acting, singing, voice and dancing, and then there was all the theory…

Lily sighed. The dancing, in particular, was proving to be her weak area. It was the field she felt most insecure in – and for a good reason. She didn’t have two left feet or anything as dire as that. Lily had simply never been an athletic person and was now suffering from her inexperience.

Which was why she was still on campus on a Monday evening after her lessons had ended, heading towards the dance studio.

There were several, of course, but one in particular was reserved for the use of the students at all hours.

Lily opened the door – and froze in the doorway.

The studio was already occupied. Of course, it was obvious that in a school this big there would be plenty of people wanting to rehearse after hours. It had been silly of her to expect to find the room empty.

Still, Lily didn’t slink away from the doorstep. She stood there, captivated, staring at the lone male dancer going through a solo routine. He was dancing ballet, his movements were big and sharp and bold and male. As was his body – he wasn’t wearing a shirt so Lily caught an eyeful of toned biceps and broad back and for a moment she forgot to breathe.

It was more than his physique, though. It was the fluidity of his movements, the perfect control he had over his body, the emotion… Lily was caught between admiration and deep aching jealousy.

He launched into a jump, made a sharp turn – and came to a stumbling halt as he noticed Lily in the doorway. The sudden, jerky stop had his glasses sliding down his nose.

“Sorry,” Lily said, offering him a sheepish smile. “I was hoping to find the studio empty. I didn’t mean to disturb you – or even stay here to gawk.”

The dancer pushed his glasses up his nose, his cheeks a little flushed.

“It’s fine,” he hurried to reply. “I was just surprised. Come in. There’s plenty of room if you want to rehearse.”

Lily bit her lip, hesitating for a full second. “Okay, thanks.”

She stepped into the studio and deposited her bag by the mirrored wall. She kicked off her shoes and shrugged off her sweater.

She stole a glance at the dancer, noting for the first time his messy dark hair. He was running his hand through it, and had found himself a t-shirt from somewhere.

“You have to promise me one thing,” Lily said, as she began to stretch and warm up.

“What’s that?” he asked, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

“Promise not to laugh at me.”

“Of course I won’t laugh at you. Why would I?”

“Because you’re obviously a dancing major – and you dance great. I don’t even know what I’m doing half the time.”

“We all start from somewhere,” he said, sounding sincere. Then he grinned, the expression transforming his whole face and making Lily’s heart skip a beat. “You should’ve seen me when I started. It wasn’t pretty.”

“I’ll take your word for it, though I find it hard to believe after just seeing you dance,” Lily said.

“It’s all about practise, love. You’ll get there.”

The dancer smiled at her. Lily couldn’t help smiling back.

Odd, how reassuring the words of a perfect stranger could be.

“Thanks.” Lily straightened herself and turned to face him. “I’m Lily by the way, Lily Evans.”

“Nice to meet you, Lily. I’m James Potter.”

“And you’re a dancing major?”

“Yeah. You?” James slanted her an inquisitive look.

“Musical theatre,” Lily replied.

“Amazing. You’re a triple threat then.” He flashed her another grin.

Lily laughed. “Hopefully. One day.” She paused. “If I ever nail the dancing,” she added, her voice wry with sarcasm.

“I can give you pointers, if you want. I mean, I only really have personal experience with ballet and jazz but, you know, I can try to help?”

“Well I’m pretty much a beginner, so any help would be welcome. I don’t want to trouble you, though, I’m sure you must be busy…” Lily trailed off and bit her lip.

“Nah,” James replied quickly. Then he blushed and mussed up his hair. “I mean yeah, I’m busy, but I’m kinda already tutoring my friend. He’s majoring in acting but they’re learning the basics of ballet in his movement lessons so I’ve been giving him pointers once a week. Wouldn’t be any trouble to squeeze you in.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’d be happy to help.”

Lily studied him and weighed the pros and cons of the offer. She would never be a ballerina, but surely getting some tutoring wouldn’t hurt. Besides, he seemed nice and friendly – and really, really fit.

“It’s a deal then,” she told him, the corners of her lips twitching into a smile. “You got your phone with you?”

“Sure, one sec,” he replied, and rushed towards a backpack discarded in a corner of the room.

Lily watched him as he walk back towards her, looking down at his phone.

How many years had he practised, to have such unconscious grace even when he was just walking? How much of it was innate talent? Could she ever learn to move like that?

He stopped in front of her and looked up.

For the first time, Lily noticed his eyes: bright and hazel and looking a little sheepish.

He offered his phone to her and Lily quickly put in her number before handing the phone back.

“Let me know when and where you’re tutoring your friend next.”

“Will do,” he promised.

Silence lapsed for a moment. James decided to busy himself by putting his phone away.

“Would you like for me to try and help you now, or would you rather practise alone? I can leave, if you feel uncomfortable.”

She did feel a little uncomfortable – mostly just nerves, to be honest. Dancing in class was one thing but doing it here, one on one and in front of someone most likely aiming to become a professional dancer was a different story altogether. Still… It probably would be really helpful.

“No, no. You were here first. Umm. Well, there’s a routine we’ve been trying to learn and I can’t seem to get it right, and if you could help…” she glanced at him. “Do you mind? I mean you have practise of your own, I’m sure.”

“It can wait,” he reassured her. He gestured towards the centre of the room and beamed at her.

And somehow, her nervousness slipped away and she stood a little straighter.

His eyes were warm when they met hers.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

[To be continued]

#jily #jily fanfiction #James Potter #Lily Evans #fic: JL #RR: JL #chie writes #SMSttT #Part 1

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bunnygirlheart · 5 years

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I was tagged by: @tiredhermit

Nicknames: A couple. None open to general use.

Zodiac: Time For Crab

Height:uhh... like.. 5 11 maybe? i have no idea. Somewhere slightly under 6 feet though i think

Time:15:39

Favorite band/artist: not really.

Song stuck in my head: steam powered giraffe’s I Don’t Have a Name For It, for some reason.

Last movie i saw: I don’t remember so . I’ll just share what show I watched more than a single episode at once last. Which would be Black Lightning. Or the last one I watched, just .. half an episode, technically. It’s a two part episode so it was full length, but-- sorry im rambling. Uhm,, Constantine.

Last thing i Googled: I was lookin for a malleus maleficarum ebook.

Other blogs: weaselproficiency & idolincarnate

Do i get asks: rarely. Got a couple asks abt that one bus psa recently. which was a strange choice in topic.

Why i chose this username: Good game, cute deviless. (fallen london)

Following: err... the number? or.. I’m following 1,111 blogs at the moment, it would appear. If you instead mean if im following the person that tagged me? ye.

Average amount of sleep: No. (real answer? no idea)

What i’m wearing: ‘’uhhh khakis’’ ‘’she sounds hideous’’ (ok no im not jake from state farm thankfully. So, uhh, Steven Universe shirt. That is, steven’s shirt. And some black shorts. )

Dream job: ...goblin? goblin.

Dream Trip: ????

Favorite food: ehhh... no?

Play any instruments: Nope.

Hair color: Brown

Languages you speak: english, & i know this isnt what you meant but I have tried to learn java before. Didn’t really work but I’ll probably go back to that sometime.

Most iconic song: what does this even mean?

Random fact: my cocoa is gone :’(

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: idk dude i cant describe myself w/ normal words

Tagging: No. or.. you? :shrug:

#sorry for the . not great answers.

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thedreadgay · 6 years

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better than alone

series: gwenoden, roslin, ishnah original publish date: jul 5 2018 word count: 1720 warning for: familial death, canon-typical violence author’s notes: ur local jewish fantasy nerd is here 2 remind u that dragon age elves are jewish (among other minorities lol) and roslin hawke is half elven and i was thinkin abt her gf merrill supporting her and bethy in mourning leandra and im Emotional. also, all elvish that isn’t from canon i thought of myself, though the only other word that really comes up is mirlin, which means sibling. shiva is an actual jewish mourning practice that i thought sounded elvish enough. the canon-typical violence warning is just cause roslin describes leandra’s death but we all played the game, just a heads up tho!

"Ir abelas, ma vhenan." Merrill stepped into their bedroom, but Roslin couldn't find the will to look up at her; she could only stare into the fire.

"There's nothing to say right now." Roslin hated how small she sounded.

"Oh." Merrill paused, and Roslin's heart plunged further down. Curse her abrasiveness. "Okay. I'll just... go then."

Roslin hung her head, and she hoped it hid the crumbling of her expression. Why push Merrill away? With her eyes screwed shut and her head in a cloud of death, she didn't hear Merrill's footsteps stop, nor turn back to her. Her breath hitched when Merrill threw her arms around her.

"Oh, vhenan." Merrill tucked Roslin's hair behind her ear, and she wanted to hide, but something in her heart screamed for Merrill, for Bethany, for her mother. "I can go if you want me to." Merrill was so gentle it hurt. "But I can stay, too."

Roslin's lip trembled, and she pressed her hands over her eyes. She hated this. She hated anyone seeing her like this, but the thought of being alone made her want to collapse like wreckage.

"Do you want me to stay?" Merrill held her tight, strong and grounding. Roslin nodded. "Then I will."

A small sob escaped her, and then tears were trailing past her hands, and she couldn't stop—she simply cried, hunched like a dying woman. Merrill drew her love to her chest, stroking red hair while Roslin whimpered.

"I know it hurts," Merrill whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's okay to hurt. I'm here for you, no matter what."

Roslin wrapped her arms around Merrill's waist and bawled.

"Damned templars. Wish they'd hurry it up already," Gamlen grumbled. For once, Roslin found herself agreeing with him. She stood against the wall opposite a wrought iron gate in the Gallows, arms crossed. Beside her, Merrill bounced on the balls of her feet, a basket hanging from the crook of her elbow. The dog sat patiently while Gamlen paced, watching him go back and forth. Roslin was sure she looked positively murderous waiting there, and she was; it wasn't easy to visit a mage in the Circle on your own, let alone with two others and a warhound, but she would knife the next templar to deny her shiva with Bethany.

Her eye caught the scrap of black fabric tied around her wrist. Tearing it apart had been satisfying, and she found... something profound in sharing the shreds with her uncle, wrapped about his own wrist. Bethy had ripped up her own. Roslin's heart hurt, thinking of her little sister all alone in her grief, but at least she wasn't there to see Leandra go. The memory of her mother's head on a patchwork body haunted her every moment.

She felt Merrill's slender hand on her shoulder, and she sighed, reaching up and twining their fingers together. Her mabari whined worriedly at her feet.

Finally, a door to the side opened, and she looked up to see Knight-Captain Cullen striding towards her. Roslin glared.

"Serah Hawke," Cullen greeted curtly.

"Your templars won't let me see my sister," she snapped back.

"Right, straight to business, then..." Cullen sighed, and rubbed his forehead. Roslin was ready to wring his neck til that ugly little head popped off. "I would just tell you the same thing, but it seems you won't take no for an answer."

Roslin sneered. "You're right, I won't."

"Look, nobility and coin can only bring you so far. A single visitor once in a blue moon is already more than most get. I can't reasonably—"

"You can, and you will." Roslin got in his face, and her lip curled back.

Cullen frowned in distaste. "To let three of you—" The dog growled menacingly behind her. "Four of you in for some heathen ritual—"

"It's not some blood magic bullshit, it's a mourning practice for my mother!" She shouted, and Cullen stepped back in alarm. "I found her head sewn to parts of other women like she was a rag doll! She shambled into my arms and died there!"

"Oh Maker," she heard Gamlen murmur in horror.

"I want to grieve with my sister, and some little runt won't stand in my way!"

Cullen looked a tad sick, but recovered quickly. "I am—sorry for your loss, I am." His look darkened in a way that made Roslin want to spit at him. "But I will not stand threats, serah."

"Neither will I," she seethed.

The two stared off, Roslin boiling with anger. She would not be turned aside by some fucking templar who thinks her family less than people.

Finally, Cullen relented. "Fine," he huffed, and marched up to the gate. "Open it up," Cullen called, and turned back to Roslin as the chains clanked. "You have one hour."

"An hour and a half."

"Maker," Cullen muttered. "Very well, but any longer and I'll have you all dragged off."

"I'd like to see you try," Roslin said under her breath, shouldering him none too gently as she passed. She didn't look back at his noise of protest, storming off as the gate opened.

"Nice work, girl." Gamlen caught up, with Merrill on her other side and the dog at their heels. "But I really didn't have to hear that."

"... Sorry." She glanced over, and rolled her eyes at Gamlen's shocked expression. "Yes, I apologized, you lout. Don't get used to it," she snapped, and continued on.

Merrill's hand slipped into hers, and the anger under her skin died down.

"Ros!" Bethany cried as they entered the chamber. Roslin met her halfway as they rushed to each other's arms, and she felt her shirt dampen with her sister's tears. Roslin held her tight and blinked hard. "I'm glad you're here, mirlin."

Roslin didn't trust her voice, so she said nothing, only squeezed her sister before letting go. The mabari nudged Bethany's leg pitifully, and she knelt to give him a big hug and a good scratch; her tears were lovingly licked away, even as more fell. Bethany even embraced Gamlen, who awkwardly patted her back, though the soft sadness in his face was telling. Merrill's hand rested at Roslin's waist, and she leaned into the touch, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She knew her sister didn't exactly like Merrill, but Bethy's watery expression wasn't hostile as she turned to her. Merrill held out her hands in sympathy. "Ir abelas, Bethany."

Bethany hesitated for just a moment, before taking Merrill's hands. It eased Roslin's pained heart: her two favourite girls in the world.

"Ma serannas." Bethany sniffed.

Merrill smiled, sweet and sad. "Of course, lethallan. Someone has to take care of you all so you can grieve." She pulled away to set her basket on a nearby table. "I have everything here—I hope the tea and vegetables haven't gone cold. I won't be long with the mourner's prayer."

Roslin knew shiva all too well. She remembered the first time: barely a woman, holding the twins in both arms as they cried for their father, gone to Falon'Din for guidance. At least they had neighbours in Lothering to care for them, then; even if they were mostly shemlen, a number knew how to be a friend to a grieving family. They didn't have that for Carver, waiting until they had a roof over their heads in Kirkwall to sit for him, and hardly a soul in the city who cared. Somehow... Roslin felt they had even less, now. She sat heavily on the dusty ground, weighted by her sorrow.

Bethany followed, and if Gamlen was confused the first time he witnessed this, he was utterly lost taking part. "So, uh... do I... sit?" He shifted, unsure. Even her mabari slumped down, whining with his head in Bethany's lap.

"Sit." Bethany gestured to the floor next to her, and Gamlen slowly got to the ground. "I didn't think you would want to sit shiva with us, uncle," she admitted softly.

"Yes, well..." Gamlen sucked in a breath though his teeth, and swallowed. Despite being—well, Gamlen—something still twisted deep in her stomach at the sight of him trying not to cry. "Elf thing or not, you two—you're the only family I have left. May as well... I don't know... take part, if I'm welcome."

Bethany reached over and patted his hand with a small smile. He tried somewhat to wrangle a sad smile in return, but he mostly looked constipated.

"It's better to be here than alone, even if we only have a short time," Merrill agreed, fetching a stool and sitting. "Shiva... it's meant to provide space for us to mourn; not only to honour the dead, but honour ourselves, by feeling our grief without restraint. Death is a trying thing to process, but together—with family, and community—it can be easier to bear. And that's where I come in." She smiled. "I’m touched to be here with you all. Ma serannas, for allowing me in."

Roslin wiped her eyes. You are my family too, Merrill, she wanted to say, but decided to save it for private.

"I can't begin to imagine the pain you all must be feeling." Merrill's voice was just above a whisper. "And it's hard to see the good things in the world through that. It can make you feel like..." She chewed her lip. "Like a ghost." It was said knowingly. Roslin has been a ghost, hasn't she? Guilt ached in her for Merrill to see that, yet her lover continued, brave and tender as always. "But death is part of the cycle of life. Leandra is guided to another place, but not gone—not really. Death isn’t an end, but a change, like the turning of seasons. So are we changed, but we can use that for good while we still walk this realm. Our memories of her will be a blessing upon the world." Merrill's eyes glimmered with hope and unshed tears, and she smiled through it, genuine and brighter than the sun. "Even through something as sad as death, life continues, and grows anew upon bones of the past. So with the mourner's prayer, we celebrate Leandra's life."

The familiar words washed over her, both in Elvish and Common, and Roslin's tears were bittersweet.

#dragon age #da2 #merrihawke #fmerrihawke #merrill sabrae #bethany hawke #femhawke #red hawke #some others in here too but lol #death -/#parental death -/#roslin #SERIES: gwenoden roslin ishnah #writing #da fic

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