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Just now fully realized that Mike stopped looking for El after the crazy together scene, and the implications this has…
I know a lot of milkvans say this scene was actually romantic for Mike and El, because when Mike mentions her name, Will looks sort of disappointed. Honestly, I interpreted it as foreshadowing the love triangle that is still yet to come. But most of all, I think what follows shortly after and what it means for not only Mike and El, but also Mike and Will, is going to be important in order for the GA to understand the revelations that are still yet to come in the final season.
Mike and Will were saying they would support each other at a time when they felt like no one else would (or at least not in the way they wanted). And Mike mentioned this exact insecurity specifically, which was that he felt like El was still alive and that he was 'going crazy' for believing. And then Will tells him about how he thinks he's going crazy too. They confide in each other and make a little inside joke about how they'll go crazy together.
So really, there was no reason Mike couldn’t have just kept up with his daily walkie calls to El, seeing as Will was right there saying he'd be by his side no matter what. No reason at all. Unless...
After beaming at each other fondly, Mike and Will look away and go into this moment of dazed silence. It gives this feeling of uncertainty and confusion the way it's drawn out, leaving viewers thinking (at least subconsciously), “Huh. That was weird. Well, anyways--” Like, it almost makes you wonder if one of them was a girl, would the audience have been expecting a kiss?
And I can prove this because Mike also has this expectation of himself.
HEAR ME OUT!
The crazy together scene from 2x02 reminded me so much of a scene from 1x07, when Mike and El reunite and she asks him if she’s still pretty without her hair. Mike insists she's pretty, REALLY pretty. But then when El looks back to the mirror relieved, that’s when we get a shot of Mike making this face…
I don’t know what reasons milkvans could possibly come up with for why Mike made this expression here, beyond the possibility that Mike could be feeling an obligation to kiss El in this moment. In the episodes previous and following this one, Lucas, Dustin, Nancy, everyone basically, is making him feel as if he should like El.
She's a girl and yeah, he has started to have strong feelings for her. If this was a movie or a comic book and Mike was the main character, El would be his love interest, and having just returned safe, he would kiss her. That’s just how stories go. Or so he (we) thought.
Never in Mike’s mind has this been an option for him and Will. And that's why I think the crazy together scene sort of parallels the still pretty scene, in that Mike's expression looks like some variation of hesitance.
While I think the look of hesitance in the crazy together scene more so resembles him maybe holding back what he truly wants, because it doesn't match societies expectations of him, I think the still pretty scene resembles the exact opposite, a hesitancy over the discomfort he feels, before attempting to do what he think's is 'normal', even though it's not what he truly wants.
Let's say, instead that scene between El and Mike was between Mike and some boy he found in the woods (and only knew for a week), the audience would’ve been like EW THIS IS DISGUSTING AND PERVERTED. But because El is a girl, they love it!
And vice versa (in contrast), if it was Mike and El on the couch instead of Mike and Will (his best friend since kindergarten), a kiss would've been seen as perfectly timed and satisfying in that moment. The audience would've eaten it up!
Heteronormativity and homophobia. The hypocrisy of it all.
And yet we can't really blame most of the audience for viewing the show this way. After all, they have the exact same mindset as Mike. We've all been led to believe that THIS is how stories go, even when it's maybe not what's best for the characters, or even the overall story.
And Mike knows of these expectations of himself. Will too. That’s why they both look sort of awkward at the end of this scene. Not even because they wanted to kiss necessarily, but because they probably both had the same realization, which is that they might not have much further to go from here.
Then, after Will leaves, we see Mike trying to reach El one last time, only to 'give up the fight', dramatically walking away.
What follows the rest of the season is Mike focusing on Will as he's possessed with the mindflayer. They have moments that are arguably romantic coded, ie. the hand hold and the shed scene.
And Mike’s reaction to El’s return confirms this for me.
Right after the shed scene, a moment where Mike had just poured his heart out to Will, El returns miraculously alive, and it’s very emotional, as their reunion was highly anticipated.
I guess it turns out Mike wasn't crazy after all.. right?
As Mike and El are reuniting, he says, ‘I never gave up on you!!!’ to which El believes him, because the last time they made contact, she left Hoppers cabin shortly after and didn't return. Just before El left, she was literally upset in bed, as she felt Mike had given up that night. Tragically, if she'd stayed home, she would've found out that he did.
What follows after their reunion is Mike going into Will's room with Hopper, crying and screaming LIAR! DISGUSTING! PIECE OF SHIT!..
Like, I’m sorry, but let’s be real here. That outburst was way too emotional and overwhelming for it to be solely directed at Hopper. And this all happening in Will’s room (just like the milkvan kiss at the end of s3)? Why Will’s room? They literally had to put an unconscious Will in a different room in order for the events to unfold this way.
The reason Mike reacted how he did and said what he said, was because he was projecting. He does that sometimes. He’s not just angry at Hopper for lying and essentially replacing his role in El's life as her protector. He's also angry at himself. That's also why he crumbles pretty easily and accepts Hoppers comfort, because his emotions here are much more complex than it seems on the surface. He’s angry and ashamed and terrified because two people he cares about might be on their way to their death (AGAIN!). And not only that, but he's confused about his feelings for the both of them.
Despite Mike and Hopper's confrontation, when they join back with the others, Mike stays close by his side, instead of gravitating towards El, which is just such an odd narrative choice...
Then we see a shot of Hopper carrying Will out to the car so they can bring him to his cabin where the mindflayer wont find him.
Soon after, we get Mike and El talking in front of the Byers' before she leaves too, with Mike getting emotional over how he can’t lose her again. Then, she leans in for a kiss and Mike kind of just stands there...
This entire scene in front of Will's house is such an uncanny parallel to the end of s3, like, it's insane.
I genuinely believe that if they weren’t interrupted by Hopper, El would’ve kissed Mike just like she did in 3x08, with Mike standing there with his eyes wide open.
But alas, the moment is interrupted and she leaves with Hopper.
Then we get another IDENTICAL parallel to the end of s3, with both Will and El leaving in separate vehicles, as Mike watches them drive away, looking emotionally distraught.
It isn't until the end of the season that we see Mike reunited with either Will or El. First we see Mike and Will with Lucas, Dustin and Max all joking around at the Snowball. But suddenly people are coupling up, and a girl is asking Will to dance. And so Mike does what any good guy friend should do, he enthusiastically encourages Will to dance, only to look devastated watching it all unfold in the moments after (we get like 4+ different shots of this).
But then El is walking in and it's like everything is going to be okay.
Now, Mike and El have each other (bc like come on. she IS incredible and he DOES love her). So he ignores his repressed feelings and does what he thinks he has to do, what he just pushed Will to do.
He kisses El. He initiates it and doesn't hold back, unlike what he did at the start of that episode and unlike what he does at the end of s3.
Considering Will was passed out unconscious in the car, I can see why Mike didn't feel comfortable with kissing El like 10 ft away from him. This was just literal moments after he poured his heart out to Will to save him. And not only that but all of season 2 is basically romantic coded moments, with Mike always being by Will's side.
I also find it interesting that Mike's reaction to El in front of Will's closet at the end of 3x08, parallels his reaction to her in front of Will's house at the start of 2x09, which is that both times he had just had a meaningful moment with Will only a few moments before.
It's as if Mike's feelings for Will is what's been holding him back this whole time...
#byler#stranger things#byler analysis#byler meta#stranger things meta#stranger things 2#stranger things 3#here I go rambling#i have like two other analysis'/rambles in my drafts i plan on posting soon#because they all sort of click and make sense as a trio#we'll see#the tag is dry anyways so i don't feel bad about these being like 200 paragraph essays#might as well keep the tag popping
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“Hey, Danny.” Sam twisted her upper body as much as she could from the trio’s puppy pile on the floor. It was mid-afternoon on a Saturday, and the trio had nothing to do except comb through old occult books and internet records for more information on the supernatural. Danny was on the bottom of the pile, laying on his stomach with both a laptop and a old red journal splayed out in front of him. Sam and Tucker were piled on top of him with their own reading materials.
Sam couldn’t see his face, but she wasn’t all surprised when Danny solved this issue by simply turning his head around all the way like an owl to look back at her. Perks of being dead. He blinked. “Yeah?”
“You know how your parents have that working theory on ghosts and obsessions?” Sam asked. Tucker peeked over the edge of the laptop, interested.
Danny nodded slowly, which was odd to see when his head was backwards.
She continued, “Well we already know that some of that is true-ghosts do have obsessions but it’s not the sole reason of their existence. Right?”
“Right.”
“So would it make sense for halfas to have an obsession?”
Danny opened his mouth, then closed it as a thought occurred to him. They all thought on it for a moment.
Tucker clicked his laptop a few times. Probably pulling up their old ‘case’ files and notes for reference. “I don’t see why they wouldn’t, but maybe it’s more subdued than a full ghost’s due to their half human nature?”
“That’s a good theory.” Sam agreed. “But what if halfas are the only one with a true obsession-something that would cause them to come back to life because of it?”
“But that defeats the purpose of the ectoplasm research.” Tucker argued. “Danny was exposed to two different elements during the accident. The thing that killed him and the thing that brought him back to life. That’s what caused the halfa evolution. Besides, if a true obsession alone managed to bring someone back to life, there’s be a lot more halfas in the world.”
Sam set down her heavy occult book, dog-earring the page. (Ghost Writer won’t like that.) “Well what about Vlad?” She countered. “That fruit loop obviously has some sort of obsession going on-maybe even more that one!”
“Guys.” Danny interrupted. “I think you’re both right and wrong.” His face was still thoughtful, staring up at the ceiling that held little paper bats on string. Which, again, was a bit unsettling since his head was still turned around. “I think I do have an obsession, maybe even more than one. But it’s not because I’m part ghost.”
“Then what’s if from?” Tucker exclaimed. “What did we miss??”
Danny gave them a tiny, fanged smirk. “You forget, I have ADHD.”
#danny phantom#danny fenton#tucker foley#sam manson#everlasting trio#adhd#hyperfixation anyone??#my eyes are blurry#but this concept is really funny to me#Danny and co try to figure out both his and Vlad’s ghost obsessions#but they’re both so mentally ill they will obsess over how Toast is made#so they can’t separate the ghost obsession from the rest#not knowing how to feed their obsession could lead to an angst route#or just turn it into a trivia game night where the two race against each other to find out what the fuck is wrong with them#before their opponent figured it out and used it against them#the trivia night turns into a therapy session by week three
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so if/when runaan is uncoined, how do you think Callum and Ezran will prosses it? cause we know Ez definitely has some unresolved anger towards him, and Callum is very conflicted about Runaan. I'd just like your two cents on how they would interact at first, and possibly in the future.
*hoists up a 146k+ long fic* how much time you got?
[ Sidenote: granted, some of the fic is different than where it's gone in canon, largely Callum being 100% devoted in getting the parents back, but struggling hard with Runaan upon his de-coining significantly moreso than Ez, who in this version has had 4 years with his grief and 4 years of getting to know Ethari as well. But for being written in Jan 2020, not bad, I think. ]
In all seriousness: I think Ezran's lack of connection to Rayla's past (never been to the Silvergrove, never met Ethari) and his harsher reaction to Harrow's death, especially given Callum's automatic positive reaction to the coins in 5x04 (including Runaan!), means that they're gonna go for a contrast with the broyals. It seems that in his closeness with Zubeia, Ezran's heaped a lot of the blame onto Runaan (which makes sense on a certain level - Zubeia didn't know about Zym's survival, Runaan did and went through with shit anyway) because well... It's always gonna be easier to compartmentalize. It's always gonna be easier to just hate someone who's dead.
Until they're not.
I also think Runaan could be a catalyst for a lot of wonderfully messy 'uglier' Ezran emotions (resentment towards Callum and Rayla keeping something from him again; the burden of ruling he only has because of Runaan; impatience with people not willing to consider ending the Cycle, ironically leading him to perpetuate it a bit, etc etc) and god I am so fucking excited for that. And a bonus Harrow-Viren parallel conflict with Callum, generations wise? Chef's kiss. Delicious. Give it to me
To me, I don't think Callum is even really thinking about "this is the man that murdered my father" (which he did in Through the Moon during a brief argument with Rayla, and then realized he needed to give space for her grief, too) so much as "This is Rayla's dad and someone she loves."
In his short story Inheritance he couldn't even hold the bow without immediately freaking out, and we see it ignite a similar sort of panic in 5x01, but by the end of the episode he's brought the bow into his room to hold onto it for her and hands it to her outright. He's willing to mix his magic with it and trust it (and her wielding it) to defend him.
So for Callum I think he'll be snarkily done with Runaan if the man is unremorseful / hostile but not willing to or wanting to pick too many fights with him in front of Rayla. (I also have a lot of thoughts and feelings about Callum ultimately realizing that Runaan's eventual awkward form of parenting/looking out for him -- once Runaan's gotten over his anti-human shit -- does remind him of Harrow as a father, but that is delved into Much better slowburn wise in the fic linked above).
For Ezran, who's younger and has largely been bottling this anger up, I think he might be harsher and more resistant to undoing the coins, but might have an easier time once he can see and get to know Runaan as a person (because once that's clicked into place, Ezran's empathy knows little to no bounds) and well, Ez loves Rayla too! They're all family. It's just... complicated
That said the fact that my 2019 political trio theory has now structurally also come back to me is Hysterical and what I'm holding onto above all else tbh
#coin theory#broyals#brotp: we're in this together#tdp runaan#let ezran be messy#s5 spoilers#s6 speculation#thanks for asking#anonymous#fic: if time is money#tdp spoilers#the dragon prince#tdp
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Callie's Arrival
My birthday means more writing!
This is from the Knucklesverse au that we came up with on the discord server. (Short version--the ME pulls all the different Knux's together to socialize them, and Maddie is brought in as the group mom.)
I just wanted to play with Cal and Dread. I think they're fun together.
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"Don't freak out."
Callie lifted an eyebrow. Any conversation that started with that was, by definition, one that would likely elicit a freak out. Maddie looked a little frazzled as she led the redhead into the Wachowski’s backyard.
"About what? You said you needed my help with Knux?"
The vet turned and gave her a guilty look. "Yeeeaaah, not exactly with a Knux."
Callie furrowed her brow. "I don't follow."
Knuckles walked out of the house to join his mother. "Hello, Callie." He turned to Maddie. "Did you warn her?"
"I'm trying, but it's just so weird it's not gonna make any sense."
The redhead looked between echidna and woman. "Okay, what are you two talking about? 'Cause this is kinda feeling like you're luring me out into the woods to murder me or something."
Knuckles looked a combination of shocked and offended. "We would never!"
Maddie turned, lifting a calming hand. "Look, you know very well we live an . . . odd life."
Callie nodded. "I'll give you that."
"Yeah, well, it's about to get odder."
The librarian furrowed her brow, just as Knuckles walked forward. He waved his hand, and a . . . well, a portal of some sort opened. It didn't look like any ring portal she'd seen before. It looked a little more like an actual doorway.
"Okay, what's going on?" Callie said, taking a step back. There was odd, and then there was this. "You're both acting weird."
Maddie turned to her, a pleading look on her face. "Okay, I'm just gonna say it. Through that doorway is a place with . . . well, with other echidna. And they're all Knuckles."
Callie just stared. "What."
"I know it sounds weird, but they're all from different universes, and they all need some attention, and there are so many of them I could use some help. I think the Master Emerald would let you through because you're a mother, too. I need your help, Cal. Please."
The redhead stared some more. It was taking time for all this to sink in, and no matter how many times she tried to make sense of what Maddie was saying, it just wasn't clicking.
"What??"
"Perhaps it would simply be easier to show her," Knuckles said, before taking Callie's hand and pulling her through the portal.
"No, wait, Knux!" she said, trying in vain to remove her hand from his iron grip. He held her tight enough to keep her from pulling back, but not so tight as to hurt her. They stepped through the portal, and there was a feeling of falling and shifting and sliding and then they stepped out into . . . someplace else.
And a bunch of other echidna turned to look at her. All with violet eyes. And a very familiar face.
". . . . holy crap."
"Don't freak out!" Maddie said, walking through behind her. "They're all really great boys . . . kids . . . whatever. Some of them are older than our Knuckles, and one or two are younger. But they're all fundamentally him."
Callie was barely listening. She looked over the new place they found themselves in. It was a large room, and overhead hovered a giant green gemstone. There were about a dozen other echidna--Knuckles, she reminded herself, they were all Knuckles--and they slowly came toward the trio.
"Hi Miss Maddie!" a tall echidna called as he came forward. He was nearly as tall as she and Maddie, with wrappings around his arms, and his fingers were separated and not hidden beneath a pair of mitts like all the others. "Oh! Company!"
"Boom, this is Callie," Maddie said, gesturing to the redhead. "She's a good friend, and wanted to come and help me look after you all." She turned and gave Cal a look. "Right?"
The redhead blinked, catching the meaning and mentally slapped herself.
"Right. Right! I'm, uh, I'm Callie. Hi."
"Oh, another mom!" the tall echidna--Boom? was that seriously his name?--said right before he moved forward and pulled Callie into a bear hug. "Yay!"
Well. This echidna seemed . . . friendly. Callie lifted a hand to pat the boy on the back, just as the others formed a rough semi circle around them. The boy, Boom, released her, stepping back and planting his hands on his hips.
"Welcome to the Sanctuary!" he said, a big smile on his lips. "Feel free to look around and if you need anything, just--"
"What do ye mean, 'look after us'?" a voice called, and Callie picked out an echidna a little shorter than the one she knew, dressed as . . . a pirate?
The boy pushed his way forward, crossing his arms and pegging Cal with a scowl. "Maybe these other lads need 'looking after', but I be more than capable of handling meself."
"Dread, don't be rude." Boom gave the pirate a little shove. "She just got here, at least let her get used to the place before giving her the business."
Maddie turned to her and gave a dismissive hand wave. "Ignore him. He's really not so bad once you get to know him. Lemme introduce everyone."
Half an hour later, and Callie sat at the counter of the little kitchen of this Knuckles haven. The Sanctuary, they called it, apparently conjured by the Master Emerald, the giant rock hovering uncomfortably over their heads.
"It's not really there," Maddie had said of the gem. "From what Knux tells me, it's an omnipresent . . . thing that's everywhere and everywhen all at once." At Callie's blank stare, the vet had shrugged. "I don't get it either. Just go with it."
So Callie did. She prided herself on being able to roll with things pretty easily, but this? This?? It was taking a bit to really settle in her brain.
She focused on the cookie dough. The Knuckles all loved their snacks, and Maddie made sure to keep them well stocked. So Callie baked. Boom had appointed himself official liaison between her and the other echidna (most of whom still regarded her with suspicion) and he helped her, constantly chattering away about his world, his friends, and little tidbits about the other Knuckles here.
"You're pretty different, as far as Knuckles go," she said, offering him a spoon of cookie dough. He took it eagerly, nibbling on it as she spoke. "Is Boom your name in your world?"
He shook his head. "Nah, I'm Knuckles there. I don't know why I'm called Boom here. I just am. Guess it's just a good way to tell us apart."
Callie hummed as she started dropping scoops of dough onto a cooking sheet. She supposed that made sense, even if it really didn't.
A leather mitted hand came into view to snatch some of the cookie dough away, and she automatically slapped it without thinking.
"Ye she-devil," a voice said, and she recognized it as the pirate from before. Dread. "Hand over the dough, ye scarlet wench."
Callie moved without being aware of it, snagging the echidna's nose in between the knuckles of her index and middle fingers. She held him firmly, pulling him close.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" she said, her snark moving forward to deal with the problem. This felt more familiar--Dread gave off 'gremlin' vibes and that she could handle. She had a troublemaking gremlin at home, too. "Don't think I heard you correctly."
Dread squirmed in her grip, his face twisted at the pressure on his sensitive snout.
"Release me!" he hissed, trying to pull back. "Ye have no idea who ye're dealin' with!"
"Hmm, can't hear you, little pirate man. Maybe you can try one more time."
Dread uttered a growl, his teeth gritted as he pulled. He raised his hands, as though he wanted to bat hers away, but he resisted the urge and instead gripped the counter tightly.
"Argh, I'm sorry!" he cried, the growl in his throat louder. "I apologize! LET GO!"
Callie released him immediately, and he pulled back, rubbing his nose while shooting her daggers.
"Blasted she-devil," he muttered, but climbed onto a stool on the other side of the counter. "I can't decide if I like ye or hate ye for that little stunt."
"Well, let me know when you decide, 'kay?" she said, offering him a sweet smile. "I have that impression on most people I meet."
Dread continued to pout, but Callie scooped a spoon of cookie dough and handed it over. The pirate flicked his eyes between the peace offering and the woman's eyes, before snatching the spoon from her hand.
"Let's try this again, shall we?" she said, giving him a little smirk. "I'm Callie. And you are?"
Dread gave her a sour look as he licked the spoon clean. "Dread. Captain Knuckles the Dread. Scourge of the seven seas, and legendary pirate captain of the Angel's Voyage."
"A pirate captain," she said with the appropriate level of respect . . . and maybe a hint of snark. "Exciting. I bet you have stories to tell."
"Oh, lass, ye'd have nightmares from some of me greatest adventures. I've seen things ye couldn't imagine. Bested beasts that could squash ye flat with a single toe."
Callie and Boom exchanged a glance, and Boom shrugged.
"Wow. You're that good?"
Dread smiled, showing his gold tooth. "Nah, lass. I be better."
"Ah," she said, scooping another two spoonfuls of dough for both echidna. "My my, in the presence of greatness, am I? Should I swoon now or wait until later?"
Dread snickered, taking his new spoon. "Why limit yerself? A man such as meself inspires all sorts of excitement in the women folk."
She cocked an eyebrow. "Oh do you now."
"Aye. The ladies can't get enough of the ol' Dread. Follow me everywhere they do."
"Oh my, how do you stay so humble, Captain?"
"It be part of me charming personality, lass," he said, leaning to the side and perching himself on an elbow. "T'would take a special lady t' tame the mighty Dread."
"I'm sure it would."
Dread looked at Callie through narrowed eyes, a little smirk on his lips. "Be there a Mr. Callie in yer life, lass?"
Okay, what. She looked up at him, an eyebrow arched. "Okay, hang on. How old are you??"
He chuckled. "Old enough t' know a fine lass when I see one."
“Are you . . . are you seriously flirting with me?”
“Be I that subtle?”
She uttered a sharp laugh. “About as subtle as a baseball bat upside the head. Which I would admire under normal circumstances, but this is just weird.”
He leaned forward and gave her what she thinks he regards as a smolder. “Weird, aye? Ye sayin’ I conjure strange and new feelin’s in ye?”
“Okay, I’m gonna need you to stop, ‘cause you’re really starting to creep me out.”
The smolder intensified. “Don’t fight it, lass.”
"Seriously, I'm about to slug you."
His eyes went wide and he sat back with a look of surprise. "Ah, a fire in her belly! I like that in a lady!"
"Want me to make you eat that hat of yours? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I could do it."
Dread laughed, slapping a hand on the counter. "Ye've got spirit! Ye be a lady after me own heart."
"Don't ever say that again."
Boom moved closer, waving his hands between the two. "Hey! Okay, how about we get these cookies in the oven?"
Callie ignored him. "Are you always this insufferable or am I just the lucky one?"
Dread leaned on his elbow again, a look of unbearable confidence on his face. "Not many can take me strong personality."
"Really? I never would have guessed."
"The cookies?" Boom said, his hands pulled to his chest. "Hello?"
"Ye're a feisty one, ye are," Dread said, that smirk on his lips again. "I find ye interesting, I do."
"I'm honored. My life is complete now. I was just thinking to myself this morning, 'if only a short, smelly pirate echidna found me interesting, I'd be able to die happy.'"
Dread let loose a laugh, shaking his head. "Yer tongue be as sharp as yer wit, lass."
"High praise from such a legendary captain as yourself, I'm sure." Callie's lips pulled into a smirk and she leaned forward, coming nose-to-nose with the echidna. "Ya know, I've known you all of five minutes, and think you're self-absorbed, arrogant, and conceited. But damnit if I don't find you kind of fun. Nice to meet you, Dread."
She held her fist out, and Dread looked between it and her face.
"Pleasure t' make yer acquaintance, Callie, lass."
He reached up with his own fist, and gently bumped it against hers.
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Any tips on writing Ginny? I only wrote one fic and that was years ago. I would like to write more of her but I don’t know if I’ll have her characterization on point?
You write her amazing, and it’s something that I admire about you, also something that I get intimidated by because your Ginny is so well written and her humor and total BAMF attitude (more of a lifestyle if I’m being honest) is just so freaking amazing
. Plus, your moodboards and the brilliant details when you create the Daily Prophets is incredible. I literally have no words in how much I love them. I know I read a fic that you’ve written, not sure of the name. It’s when Harry is trying to finish a photography project and he has an entire file dedicated to Ginny? Correct me if I’m wrong.
That is insanely beautiful, plus I loved the messages back and forth from the golden trio and Ginny, also I believe Luna and Neville? I definitely have to go back and read it again. (Also, love the Romione moments, it was so fun to read)
How long did it take to create such story? I’m trying to get my hand in uploading images on ao3 but every time it just doesn’t seem to work. It’s always just a box with a question mark inside. 😞😞 oh the annoying pain, do you by chance have any tips or tricks to do that?
I hope you have a great day, if not hopefully it gets better!
goshhhhh this message is so nice. i'm over here speechless which is why this has taken me so long to reply... get ready, this is a long one.
okay, so... tips for writing ginny... i can only speak for myself and *my* ginny. she is not one singular thing, right? but she does have a singular motivator? at least, in my own headcanons. and that is the need/desire for independence. this is somewhat informed by trauma with tom's diary, and also everything we know about her from the limited textual evidence. this then informs her base fears, which in my opinion are others having power over her and/or her being dependent on someone else. and i think this core characteristic of hers not only results in her attitude and BAMF moments, but also her deepest, most anguish inducing plotlines. and in my opinion, that's what makes ginny interesting. she is brave, and competent, and clever, and hot-headed. and she's also crippled in her emotional attachments because of what happened to her as a child. she is the poster child of trust issues. again these are all of my own thoughts about her as a character, i don't have some secret formula for getting in her head necessarily. it's just independence. does her actions in the story feel like ginny searching for or obtaining her own independence, and then i use the plot to throw everything i've got at her in an attempt to prevent that. like a refining fire if you will.
sorry ginny. love you.
my daily prophet articles are entirely the result of my high school journalism class. i'm also a big fan of epistolary storytelling and i love plugging easter eggs into the articles to see what dots people connect. the epistolary fic i wrote with harry & the gang is confessions should be better planned! it's one of my favs. it didn't take a ton of time to put together, i actually like epistolary (text fics) because I can write them so much faster than traditional storytelling. the upload process is pretty straightforward and i feel like i sort of have my homegrown way of doing it that doesn't use an ao3 workskin. but i start by uploading my images in my tumblr drafts (lol) > open image in new tab > copy the url > go back to ao3 > click insert image > paste the url into the editor > change the dimensions to what you want > save. then i add a space before the pic, then click the center align button in the text editor to center the image in the page. and that's it! that's what i do. for the actual text i just play around with the formatting and the alignments until i feel like everything is in a spot that makes sense.
i haven't had a stellar day (viral conjunctivitis from daycare) but this message made it so much better <33
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okay so hiii i must say i’m coming here to just rant a bit and please please please do not feel pressured to answer if you don’t feel like it, there’s totally no problem!! i just think you’re one of the most genuine people on here and i feel like i can safely say it? so let me just get this off my chest and get to the point, maybe you’ve got any advice or maybe not, either way it’s absolutely fine! so about a year ago i made a friend in my uni, it was my first year there and i was really happy to get to know her. we have a few similar interests and basically felt good around each other. a few weeks later she introduced me to another person she met that i knew only bc i saw her a few times in the hallway, never really talked to her or anything. we spent halloween together, just the three of us and i immediately clicked with the other girl as well. since then we became sort of an inseparable trio, we would meet up after uni a lot, hang out during breaks, stuff like that. the thing is, my former friend, let’s call her sally, the one i met first is the total opposite of the two of us. she’s got many of her obsessions with celebrities, movies, tv shows, of course we both do too but she’s really into it and talks about it most of the time. she’s got some traumatic things happen to her in the past which causes her to be a little difficult in any sort of relationships. cause see, 90% of the time sally is actually really lovely and nice, cares about us and we feel good with her, we’re all really tight with each other. had many sleepovers, went on vacation together last month. but the thing is, sometimes she can be really insensitive when it comes to others, will say things that hurt us and she doesn’t even realize that. we also had two major fights where she was acting absolutely unreasonably, was saying things that didn’t make sense and we were both telling that to her in the group chat. the bigger fights always happened on messenger through messages and audio messages, we never really fought in real life, sometimes we would bicker with each other until it became mean, well, mainly from her end but it never escalated to anything. we had another big fight a few days ago, she was saying complete nonsense and we both felt hurt by it. ever since that happened we both been not ignoring her but also not really starting a convo first either, when she’s acting like everything’s fine when it’s not. we both feel hurt by her and she sort of crossed a line a few days ago. the thing is she doesn’t even realize that and she thinks she’s doing the good thing. it’s almost impossible for her to understand that we don’t feel that way though. i talked with my other friend for two hours today about her and what to do. she wants to drop her completely, says it’s too much for her and it’s just really annoying. i don’t want to because she’s not a bad person and we both know it and she actually cares about that, she’s just really hard to deal with sometimes because she’s got a few things slightly messed up in her head. so my other friend came up with an idea that we sit her down and talk to her, if she’ll realize what she’s doing is wrong then we will be able to make it work, if not, she suggests we totally block her everywhere but would still have to see her basically at uni every day and i just know it would be hard. and i really still care about her and i know she does too, she admitted that herself, it’s just hard to deal with and it’s easier for her to drop it. i fear this conversation we will have together will end up being a nasty disaster and we will start fighting. i don’t want to lose either of them, i want us to still be a group together but we really need to set some boundaries. this whole things is making me so anxious, i barely know anyone beside them at my uni and we have so many good memories together and we actually get together very well like 90 or 95% of the time. i really don’t know what to do and ugh, it’s so frustrating…
HI BABY I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME SO LONG TO RESPOND!!! I haven't been on in a couple of hours (I had some stuff queued, I swear I wasn't ignoring!!!!!!)
I've def been in situations like this before!! And it really is hard because...you can't MAKE someone see where they're wrong! It's something they have to realize on they're own, and who knows how long that could take??
I think talking to her is a good idea!! Explaining that these things aren't good for you, that they upset you, and that you WANT to preserve the friendship but you need some space!
In my tiny, little opinion...I wouldn't ghost her, if that's a possibility? At least not without talking to her first! I've been ghosted before and it's incredibly difficult to navigate through. Especially if you don't know why or what happened! And it makes it hard to learn how to do better in the future!
I would def say talk to her, attempt to remain friends, or even just...slowly decrease the amount of times you hang out? And maybe she won't notice??
It's hard over text, things can absolutely get misconstrued and so can tones!! That makes it even harder to figure out just WHAT the issue is and how to solve it!!
And if she's got her obsessions and things from her past that make it hard for her going forward, definitely take that into consideration! It's not an excuse but I would try to explain exactly what about her behavior is hurting you in the nicest way you can?? LISTEN I FEEL LIKE I'M NOT EXPLAINING IT VERY WELL BUT
Put yours cards on the table! Explain that you want to stay friends but you'd like some things to change! What she does next is up to her! If she doesn't take it well, maybe mute her? Don't interact or engage for a while. If space seems like the best option, then take as much space as you guys need!
At the end of the day, you have to do what's best for you!!! And I'm so sorry this is something you're having to navigate through!! The good news is, this will be a lesson that will help all of you be better people and friends going forward, and that's such a good thing!!!
I HOPE THIS WAS MAYBE SOMEWHAT HELPFUL, OR AT LEAST GETTING TO VENT!!! I'm so glad you felt safe enough to do that with me!!! And I'm here if you need ANYTHING else!! 😭💞💞💞💞
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The Trio of Suffering A3
The Doctor was sitting at a desk and I was sitting not too far from him. The room was dimly lit, with the blinds closed. He was writing something. I was watching.
“Master Dottore?”
“Yes, Darling?”
“Why did you pick me?”
The Doctor paused his writing and waited a moment before responding, “I was watching you and some of the other recruits for some time… You seemed most fit for this job.”
“Is it because no one will miss me if I died?” The Doctor looked up at me, likely not expecting that question.
“Darling, I do not plan to kill you.” Everytime he calls me that, I feel some sort of warmth… Dottore and his darling, now that sounded strange in my head.
“But I assume this is a job I could die from.”
“You could die while at any job.”
“Then why do you try to lead me into a false sense of security?”
“It is not false. As long as you go along with it all, you are not likely to die.” Did he mean this? Or was he just trying to not scare me?
“Master Dottore?”
“Yes, Darling?”
“Why can I not remember my name?”
He clicks his tongue, “So many questions.”
I looked down at my feet as dread washed over me, “My apologies, Master Dottore…” But nothing came…
“Asking questions is good to build understanding, just make sure you ask the right ones.”
I look up at my superior, “I will, Master Dottore.”
“Oh, Darling,” The Doctor stands and comes over to me, “You are quite delightful, did you know that?” My cheeks flush, I was not used to being complimented. However, I knew what he was doing… Somewhere in the back of my head, I knew. Yet I ignored that thought and savored the moment.
#trio-of-suffering#ttos-chap#dottore's assistant#il dottore genshin impact#Genshin Impact#Il Dottore
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Could we get hcs for the damn polycule(including Gavin) of when the freelancer has a little sister? I’d imagine the FL is in their early-mid 20s, and their sister is like 11-13.
Okay. So. This was a lot of fun to write. I had a lot of different ideas and the hardest part was just trying to make them fit together in a way that makes sense. So if this seems all over the place that’s why. I will say, I accidentally went with a very dark tone at the end, and I go into the Freelancer’s strained relationship with their bio family. So please note that if you struggle reading that sort of thing. And once I had it all written out I was kinda like ‘oh no, what if that wasn’t what they wanted, cause I kinda just wrote a really sloppy fic instead of actual head canons.” So I went back and wrote some shorter head canons on top of the almost fic. So long story short; the first part is some general HCs, and the second part is a scene where their sister comes up to visit the Freelance at damn without telling anyone. For convenience I gave the sister a name. I went with Ava just cause I don’t know any Avas and it was one of the first that popped up when I googled ‘basic girl names’. Sorry for the long note and thank you for the request!
CW for part 1: none
CW for part 2: Strained family, crying, parental negligence, feelings of self doubt
So, Ava
She and the Freelancer were super close despite the age difference
The Freelancer had to babysit her a lot as a kid, but because of that they have a really special relationship
Ava would try to copy her older sibling a lot
Stealing their clothes or trying to copy their hobbies, that type of thing
She looked up to them, and wanted to be just like them
It usually didn’t bother the Freelancer that much
Unless there was a limited number of something available, and Ava only decided that she wanted it after the Freelancer expressed interest
Especially when their parents would try to make the freelancer share with Ava
That, or if Ava ever accidentally ruined some of the Freelancer’s things while trying to copy them
It was never out of mal intent, so the two of them would make up quick
Ava was really young when their powers manifested, so no one ever told Ava about it because everyone was afraid that she would tell other people
It sucked not being able to tell someone you’re so close to about a part of your life of course, but it made sense
Not to mention that the Freelancer’s parents liked to pretend that their powers didn’t exist and encouraged them to suppress them
But to make up for keeping it a secret, the Freelancer would make up fantasy stories to tell Ava, like bedtime stories and such
They were besties until the Freelancer had to move out
They lost contact for a little bit
But as Ava got older, she started writing letters to them
They reconnect years later, and they click just like before, only this time they’re closer than ever
Okay, part two-ish:
There’s one night not long after the start of the new semester when it was just the Freelancer, Gavin, and Damien at home in the apartment
Lasko and Huxley are both out late
Lasko is running a late night study session for his class and Huxley had a night practice
The trio decided to order a pizza for dinner, making sure there was enough to go around
About half an hour later there’s a pounding on the door, which Gavin is the one to answer
But instead of the usual pizza guy that Gavin enjoys teasing, he finds a young girl
He just says “I think you have the wrong apartment,” and then shuts the door in her face
There’s a moment that passes before someone knocks on the door again
Gavin opens it a second time to find the same girl standing in the hallway
“Can I help you with something? Are you selling girl scout cookies or something?”
That’s when the Freelancer calls from inside the apartment
“Gavin! Are you torturing the pizza guy again?”
The young girl’s face lit up and she pushed past Gavin and ran into the apartment
“Wha- Hey! Get back here!”
He isn’t sure what he’s going to find when he turns around, but he definitely wasn’t expecting to see the girl clinging to the Freelancer for dear life.
“Ava?”
The poor Freelancer looks like they’re seen a ghost
Once they seem to get their bearings back, they lean down and hug the girl
Now Gavin is really confused
The Freelancer is the one to break the hug, pushing the girl away and holding onto her by her shoulders an arm’s length away
“Ava? What the hell are you doing here?”
“I came to see you!”
Gavin clears his throat.
“So do I get an explanation or…?”
“Right! Gavin, this is Ava, my little sister. Ava, this is Gavin, my boyfriend”
“Boyfriend?” she asked, looking him up and down before nodding in approval. “Not bad.”
“Well, I’m so glad I got the stamp of approval from the 12 year old.”
“I’m 13 actually.”
“Ava, seriously. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you! I missed you!”
“I missed you too, but how did you even find me?”
“I found the address you gave mom and dad in case of emergencies and I took a bus all by myself to get here!”
“You what?” Do mom and dad know you’re here?”
“Well, no. But it’s alright! I packed a bag and everything!” she said, gesturing to her backpack
Which, when the Freelancer checked, only had one extra set of clothes, a stuffed animal, and a whole lot of junk food.
That’s when Damien came out of the kitchen to see what was going on.
“Why is there a 12 year old latched onto the Freelancer?”
“I’m 13.”
“This is Ava, the Freelancer’s younger sister.” Gavin introduced
“We’ll, that’s definitely not what I was expecting.”
That’s when there’s a new knock on the door.
“That’s probably the pizza, I’ll get it. Do you two mind watching her for a moment?”
The two boys sit Ava down on the couch while they get the pizza
“So… what do kids even do? I think we have some coloring books? Maybe a juice box in the fridge?”
Neither of them really know what to do
The Freelancer comes back a second later with three boxes of pizza and nods the boys into the kitchen. Leaving Ava by herself in the living room.
“Alright team, what the hell does one do after their 13 year old sister that they haven’t seen in years shows up unannounced?”
While the three of them are coming up with a game plan in the kitchen, Huxley comes home.
Huxley is amazing with kids, you can’t change my mind
So he just sits down with her on the couch until Gavin pops back in to check on Ava while the Freelancer and Damien put the pizza onto plates
Gavin greets Huxley with a kiss, which apparently is a bad move, because as soon as the Freelancer comes back, Ava tries to snitch
“He’s cheating on you!”
Hux is very confused
To his credit, he just found a random kid in his home and immediately tries to make the kid feel more comfortable, and now she’s accusing him of cheating on his partners and trying to start a fight
Poor boy is slightly confused
So the Freelancer has to explain that no, Gavin isn’t cheating on them with Huxley, because Huxley is also their boyfriend. So is Damien.
And contrary to what some parents believe, explaining gay relationships to a child doesn’t confuse them or scar them for life
Shocker.
“So you have… 3 boyfriends?”
“Well, technically I have 4, but Lasko works late sometimes, so he isn’t home yet
Speak of the devil
“Hey guys, sorry I’m late. Some of the students wanted to stay a little longer to ask me some questions and that is a child. Why exactly is there a child?”
“This is Ava, my younger sister.”
“Oh? Oh!”
Ava sticks her hand out for him to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you boyfriend number 4.”
“Uhh, you too?”
With the second round of introductions out of the way, everyone settles around the living room with their pizza and sit in a somewhat awkward silence
That’s when Damien suggests putting on either a disney or Ghibli movie
It definitely makes things easier
And after traveling all day and eating more than her fill of pizza, Ava falls asleep curled up next to the Freelancer
The Freelancer is having a moment
They missed their sister so much since they had to leave home, and it hurt to know that Ava would have to go home soon
But they could enjoy the moment, at least until the movie ended
After all the credits rolled, Huxley helps carry Ava to the guest room where the Freelancer got her all tucked into bed
But when they got back to the living room, that’s when the hard part begins.
The Freelancer has to call their parents, who they haven't heard anything from in years.
Lasko understands the most, so when the Freelancer is ready, all the boys cuddle around them on the couch as they dial the familiar number
There’s a very heavy silence as the phone rings
“Hello? Who is this?”
“...Mom?”
The person on the other end of the line doesn’t say anything, so they continue.
“Um, Ava is fine. She showed up at my apartment a little while ago. She’s asleep now, and she ate dinner, but I just wanted you to know where she is and that she’s safe.”
Their mom hesitates for a moment and just says, “I’ll pick her up in the morning,” and then the line goes dead.
And when the Freelancer puts the phone down, they’re crying
It wasn’t fair
They never did anything to deserve this. They had never asked for their powers. They never did anything wrong.
They knew all those things, but it didn’t mean it didn’t hurt to be turned away by the people who were supposed to love you unconditionally
As they cried they boys held them close, each of them telling the Freelancer how much they loved them
There was something almost ironic about crying about losing one family when being held by another
They weren’t sure who carried them to bed that night, but they spent the night being held until they fell asleep in their lovers arms
The next morning was much better
Someone (probably Damien) had made pancakes and Ava was sitting at the kitchen table swinging her legs, working on a coloring book that the Freelancer kept for when Caelum stopped by
They took a seat next to her and they enjoyed their breakfast together
Ava caught them up on everything that had happened
She told them about her friends at school, her classes, and the new shows she was watching
They two enjoyed their first morning together in a long time
Until the dreaded knock on the door arrived
Huxley was the one to open the door
Anyone who knew Huxley knows that he’s a sweetheart
But when this mountain of a man opens the door with his arms crossed over his chest and an unhappy look on his face
He looks a little scary
Not to mention the tank top he’s wearing shows off of how big his arms are
Sorry, small Hux appreciation moment. Moving on.
Their mom is definitely intimidated
The Freelancer comes up to the door and invites her in while Ava packs up her stuff
The silence is thicker than Huxley’s thighs
(alright I’m actually done this time)
All the boys are kind of milling around the room
They’re trying to act casual, but they all kind of look like guard dogs
Their mom doesn’t say anything to any of them
That’s when Ava comes back into the room, giving each of them a hug before latching onto the Freelancer last, squeezing them as hard as she could
Ava at least knows her older sibling’s address now, so she can write them letters now
Once she lets go of them, she turns to her mom
“Can I visit more often Mom? I missed them!”
She looks hesitant and just says they’ll talk about it in the car
Ava looks saddened by this but doesn’t protest. She hugs the Freelancer one last time and then heads out the door.
Their mom looks like she’s about to follow her without saying anything when she stops
“Have, have you been doing okay here?”
This catches them off guard. They look back at their boys and then back to their mom.
“Yeah. I’m doing okay. I- I’ve missed you,”
Their mom gives them a small smile
“I’m glad you’ve found your place here. We’ve all missed you too. If… if you wanted to you’re welcome to stop by sometime”
And then she’s gone again, and it’s just the 5 of them in the apartment again
There’s a lot of cuddling that night
The end :)
#thanks for the request!#redacted asmr#redacted head canons#redacted damn#redacted d.a.m.n#damn polycule#damn poly headcanons#redacted gavin#redacted freelancer#redacted lasko#redacted damien#redacted huxley#redacted hc#gavin x freelancer#gavin x freelancer x lasko x damien x huxley#thicc Huxley appreciation#redacted audio
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With a Little Help From the Team - NCIS Reader Insert
Pairing: Tim McGee x fem!reader, Gibbs x daughter!reader (brief/vague)
Word count: 2717
Warnings: this was a pretty fluffy piece! (not gonna lie), mild language, reader is Gibbs’ daughter
Request: @ncisfan
“Hello! I saw your post from this morning saying you didn’t have any requests for ncis at the moment and I wanted to make a request. If for some reason you don’t want to write it that’s okay but here’s my prompt,(Idk what to call it) The reader and McGee have been dating for years and McGee has to tell the whole team (Tony, McGee, Bishop, Gibbs. That team please!) including her dad (Gibbs, cause why not?) when he wants to propose. You can decide on if they say yes or no but I hope you’ll write it. Sorry if I’m overwhelming you I just wanted to make a request”
A/N: I know I’ve told you this @ncisfan , but I absolutely love this idea! And a McGee x reader? Yes please! I did put this in both McGee’s and the reader’s point of view and changed it up a bit. (Yeah, I got super involved in this one and it got longer than I thought…and took far longer than I thought) I hope you enjoy it darling!!
Tim stands in the bullpen, nervously trying to find the right words to tell the team about you, the team of which just so happened to include the one man capable of making him feel like a young schoolboy still wet behind the ears, especially since that one man had a lot to do with what Tim was about to say.
Tim takes a deep breath to gather his last bit of courage and confidence, which promptly fades away the moment he starts talking.
“I uh…well you know that I’ve been seeing, no dating…dating Y/N.” Tim stutters out as his nerves get the better of him, completely fumbling the carefully planned out speech he had come up with prior to meeting with Gibbs.
Gibbs narrows his steely blue eyes as he wordlessly nods his head, telling Tim to continue.
“Things have been going well, really well actually. And I’ve been wanting to, or meaning to…not that I was putting it off, because I wasn’t. That’s the last thing-”
Gibbs cut him off with a “Spit it out McGee.”
“What I’m asking is for your permission, no..that’s not - I want to propose to her.” He was speaking so fast, his words were nearly running together, his sentences jamming together into one that didn’t make much sense.
Gibbs doesn’t say anything at first. Instead, he continues to stare at Tim, looking for any trace of deception in his face. “Why?” He asks gruffly, startling Tim.
“Wh-why?” Tim squeaks out, an uneasy feeling weighing on his chest as he tries to find the right words to answer a question he hadn’t prepared for.
“Yes, McGee. Why? Why do you want to marry my daughter?” Gibbs pauses, still evaluating Tim and his reaction. “Why should I want you to marry my daughter?”
Tim takes a deep breath, a sudden burst of confidence washing over him as he realizes that the answer to such a question was right in front of him. “Because I love her… honestly, I have for a long time, even before we started dating. And, more than anything, I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I want to spend every day that I have left in this life showing her I love her and cherishing her the way she deserves. I can’t imagine my life without her in it.”
Gibbs surprises him then, with a small smile and a hearty clasp to his shoulder. “Alright then, probie. Now all you have to do is tell her that and of course, ask her to marry you.”
Had it been any other girl, McGee might not be struggling as much to find the words. But you weren’t just any girl. You were not only Gibbs' daughter, something that caused him far more fear than he’d ever admit (he was dating the boss’ daughter after all), but you were also close with the other members of the team, which made this whole ordeal all the more nerve wracking.
You had come to know the members of the team through your job as a technical analyst for the Naval Criminal Investigative Service, meaning you spent most of your time hunting down case leads in a cubicle. Then, as you grew better at your job, and closer to Abby (who had had something to do with getting you on Gibbs team, although she’d never admit to it), you had been moved from that cubicle to a desk in Gibbs’ bullpen, unceremoniously joining the team, although not full-time as you still worked with the cyber/tech unit, your father thought so highly of (something he would never admit out loud, even to you).
You eventually became just as close to Abby as your father was, something Abby always attributed to ‘a Gibbs thing’, - “It must be a Gibbs thing because Y/N is just as great as Jethro and we just click.” Many times, if you weren’t working on a case, you could be found hanging out in the lab with Abby.
You and Tony were best friends, spending hours talking about movies and pranking each other. And, despite your “geeky background” of tech analysis, Tony never once teased you (a courtesy Tony had never given him). In fact, he had become something of a big brother to you, filling a role in your life you hadn’t ever thought you’d needed filled.
And then Ziva had joined the team, filling in little by little that hole that had been left after Kate’s death. Even with the high tension existing between Abby and Ziva, you and Ziva had hit it off right away, becoming fast friends. Eventually, despite the perceived oddness of your friendship, you, Abby, and Ziva became an inseparable trio, even occasionally ganging up together against Tony or Gibbs.
Suffice to say, you were important to the team, just as they were to you. And now Tim was faced with telling these people that he not only had been dating you (a relationship the two of you had decided to keep relatively quiet because of your line of work and the fact that you were often times coworkers), but that he was going to ask you to marry him, a proposal of which he was seeking the team’s help with.
“So, uh...I-well, I’ve been seeing, er...dating-” Tim starts, his mind scrambling as he tries to form a coherent sentence.
“McGee, the chickadee is out of the bag. We all know you’re dating Y/N.” Ziva says matter of factly,
“Cat, Ziva, the cat is out of -” Tony starts reflexively, before pausing and turning to Tim and then to Gibbs, his mouth hanging open. “Wait-what? You’re the one Y/N has been dating?” He asks incredulously.
Gibbs takes a step forward, slapping Tony on the back of the head. “Close your mouth DiNozzo.” Tony’s jaw snaps shut at the command.
“Keep talking McGee.” Gibbs says gruffly, his piercing blue eyes settling on Tim.
“I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Tim blurts out.
“We kind of knew that McGee.” Abby states, her lips pulled into a satisfied smirk. “I mean, you haven’t exactly been stealthy about ring shopping. Or buying the ring. Or getting it inscribed.” Abby lists off, earring a few incredulous looks from the other members of the team. “Y/N’s my best friend, okay? I had to make sure the ring was a good one.”
Tony turns to McGee. “McRomeo getting married? Why is this the first I’m hearing about it?” Tony steps forward to give Tim a good-natured shoulder shove. “You like it so you’re putting a ring on it, huh?” He asks with a Cheshire Cat-like grin on his face. Ziva is the one who moves to slap him in the back of the head this time.
“Ow, Ziva. What the hell was that for?” Tony asks, a hand already rubbing the spot Ziva had just smacked on the back of his head.
“When will you ever shut up and let McGee finish?” She questions, giving Tony a pointed glare. He opens his mouth to respond, but a hard look from Gibbs keeps him quiet.
Tim timidly clears his throat before continuing. “I’d like to do it here. And, um...I’d like to do it here, with all of you.” Smiles spread through the group at Tim’s words, several ideas already being blurred out by the more enthusiastic members of the team (it was Abby. Abby was already excitedly sharing ideas with the person sitting next to her, which just so happened to be Gibbs.)
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You squeeze Tim’s hand before letting go, reaching for the handle to your car door. “See you at work.” You say with a soft smile before turning back towards your car.
“Let’s, um, let’s ride together today, to work I mean.” Tim stammers nervously, a hand on top of your driver’s side door, stopping you from leaving.
“Are you sure? I thought we were trying to keep this, us, quiet.” You ask, stepping away from your car and closer to him. He cups the side of your face with his hand, leaning forward to press a soft, chaste kiss to your lips.
“Just once, okay?” He asks quietly, a sheepish smile on his face.
You let out a small laugh. “Just this one time, alright Agent McGee?” You say with a smile, letting him take your hand and lead you towards his car. He opens the passenger door for you, closing it behind you before getting in the driver’s side. The entire ride into work is marked with Tim either giving you a huge dopey grin or a quick nervous glance, which only serves to make you suspicious, as if the insisting to ride together didn’t already.
Tim pulls into his usual parking spot, shutting off the car before turning to you. “How about we walk in together?” He asks hesitantly, a shy smile accompanying his question.
You quirk an eyebrow up at his question before responding, “Tim, it might make it pretty obvious what’s going on between us if we do that.”
“Let’s do it anyway, Y/N.” He reaches over to squeeze your hand before climbing out of the driver’s side of the car and making his way to your side of the car. He opens the passenger door for you, offering you a hand to help you out, which you graciously accept. He continues to hold your hand after you are out of the car and as the two of you walk into the building, only letting go as the two of you go through security.
The two of you are the only ones on the elevator and for the entirety of the short ride, you can almost feel Tim vibrating beside you with some sort of nervous energy. You bring his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss to it before murmuring, “You okay?” He gives you a tight nod in response just as the elevator dings, announcing its arrival on your floor of the building.
You press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Have a good day Tim, I love you.” You say, moving towards the open doors of the elevator. Tim reaches a hand out, grasping yours and stopping your exit out of the elevator.
“I, uh, I’ve got to give you something. It’s in my desk drawer, in the...bullpen.” He stammers out, quickly retracting his hand to wipe it against his suit jacket.
“Oh, can I get it at lunch?” You ask, turning back towards the front of the elevator and pressing the button to reopen the doors.
“No.” He shouts, startling you enough that you take a step back away from the sliding doors. “I mean, come with me?”
“What is up with you today Tim?” You demand, his unexplained, unnatural behavior causing your suspicions to rise, a million questions running through your head.
“Just...please.” His voice is thick with emotion, his words coming out barely above a whisper.
You silently nod your head, stepping back into the elevator and allowing the doors to close as you press the button for the floor that the NCIS team resided on. You spare a look over at Tim, whose is rubbing his hands up and down his slacks, his face turned towards the ceiling of the elevator and his lips moving in silent words.
“Tim, what is going on? You’ve been acting weird all morning and I just-” The elevator dings, announcing your arrival on the floor of the bullpen and effectively cutting you off.
Tim puts a hand over the doors, stopping them from closing as he looks at you, his kaleidoscopic eyes pleading with you to understand and to trust him. You give a small nod, taking his outstretched hand in your own and following him to the bullpen.
Right away, you notice the lights over the area of the office you’d come to know as your father’s, as Gibbs’, were off. A flash of fear settles in your chest as you begin to picture all the possible scenarios as to why your father’s part of the office was empty and dark, none of them positive. You start to walk faster, almost pushing past Tim, to get to the bullpen. You suddenly stop short when your eyes fall on Tony’s desk.
Instead of finding your best friend seated at his desk or even finding his desk empty, you see that Tony’s desktop is covered with picture frames. Your curiosity wins out over the rising fear in your chest and you step closer to the desk to inspect the framed photos.
“Oh,” A breath of surprise leaves you as you realize that they were photos of you and of Tim, taken at different times in your relationship. A series of pictures of the two of you from your second date, taken in one of the photo kiosks that you find at the mall. The two of you making goofy faces at each other in the bullpen. You and Tim bent over a computer, faces serious as you both stare at the screen. You turn to Tim’s desk next, finding it filled with vases of flowers in your favorite color.
You move towards them, leaning down to inhale their fragrant scent, your gaze landing on your father’s desk and the photos scattered across the desktop, similar to Tony’s desk, except these were pictures you’d taken of the two of you. One of the pictures from your first trip together, from the date when Tim had told you he loved you, and the first case the two of you had worked on together and a series of selfies you’d taken with Tim at various times; all laid out like a timeline of your relationship.
After a few long moments, you lift your gaze towards Ziva’s desk, curiosity seizing you as you find her desk almost empty. You quickly make your way to the front of the desk, your eyes landing on the single piece of white paper, with only one small paragraph scrawled out in the middle of the page.
Y/N,
I love you and I have something I have wanted to tell you, or rather ask you, for a long time now. I know you’re probably wondering what that question is, so if you’d turn around, I’d like to ask you it.
You slowly turn around, the paper clutched to your chest and your heart racing in your chest as your eyes find Tim’s. He gives you a small, honest smile as he takes a step forward, his hands clasping around yours before he kneels down on one knee in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat as you realize what is happening.
“I’ve loved you for years. First, as a friend, and then as a boyfriend, and now...now I want to love you as your fiance, and eventually as your husband. Would you, Y/N Gibbs, do me the honor of being my wife?” In his hands is a modest red velvet ring box, a platinum band adorned with three small diamonds nestled on the inside of the open box.
A lump forms in your throat and as you try to speak, to say yes, nothing comes out. Instead, you nod your head vigorously and close the distance between the two of you. Tim stands fully just as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in against you. You vaguely register noise in the background, noise you later learn is from the various members of ‘your’ NCIS team, as you feel him kiss your cheek.
“I love you.” You whisper softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, savoring in the feeling of his lips against yours.
“And I love you.” He gives you a deep kiss in return, leaning in to cup a hand along the back of your neck. After a moment, you pull back enough to smile widely at him, the realization that this man would become your husband, the man that you got to spend the rest of your life with, starts to dawn on you, filling you with elation and excitement, not only for your wedding but for the future you’d had with the man you loved.
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Unrequited pt. 2
azriel (acotar) x reader
*this is part 2! Sorry for the wait guys! I really struggled with this and low-key I don’t like it but I hope y'all do! I wanna write the scenes after this but idk how im gonna make it work lol. anyway, enjoy!
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What you hadn’t realized was that Azriel left a few minutes later, walking to your apartment to make sure you had gotten home safe.
All of a sudden he heard whimpers and labored breathing coming from the alley.
Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of you laying on the ground and bleeding out. He felt a tug in his chest. A click. Panic instilled in him as he gently but swiftly picked you up and flew you to Madja.
“Hang on y/n, you’re so strong” he whispered
In those moments, he feared for you. Fear that was so strong. Something he had never felt before.
He rushed into the house laying you on the bed gently before he was shoved out by the Madja so she could try to save you.
Azriel alerted the others and then collapsed into a chair, sitting in silence. A tear slipped out of his eye at the thought he may have been too late to save you.
You. His mate.
Why, of all the times did the bond have to click while you were on the brink of death. In a situation where you may not make it out alive. It wasn’t fair.
He wondered if you had known. Could that be the reason why you had been distancing yourself from him? Because you didn’t expect or want him to be your mate? But if you had known you would’ve said something, right? You wouldn’t keep it a secret? So many thoughts kept racing through his head.
Could it have been because of Elain? He knew the inner circle wasn’t stupid, they all saw him drifting more and more to Elain. Could that have been why you had distanced yourself? He would be lying if he said he didn’t like Elain, but he would also be lying if he said he didn’t like you.
Your stubbornness. Your generosity. Your sense of adventure. The way you could get lost in the things you did.
Suddenly the door swung open and the others came into the room, worry written all over their faces.
Azriel could tell that Cassian and Mor had been crying on the way there.
“How bad is it?” Mor shook as she spoke. You could see the pain in her eyes. The worry she had for someone who was basically her sister.
Azriel’s expression was unreadable and he didn’t respond.
“Do you think she will make it?” Feyre asked, grief evident in her posture. “I- I don’t know” Azriel answered, “It was pretty bad,” he said quietly.
Just as he answered, Madja appeared from the other room. “She’s in rough shape, I don’t know if she’s gonna make it through the night. She lost a lot of blood.”
The room grew eerily quiet
“She’s stable for now, but I will stay here and notify you if any changes occur.”
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Rhys, Feyre, Amren, and Elain went back to the townhouse to try and get as much rest as they could. Mor, Cassian, and Azriel decided to stay in your room with you.
Tears started slipping from Cassian’s eyes once he saw your fraile body lying in bed, barely hanging on.
“Oh mother” Mor sobbed out, a hand slipping over her mouth. She went over to the bed you were on, gently sitting on it and grabbing to hold your hand. She leaned against the headboard and watched as your chest heaved.
The trio sat in silence for some time, watching your every move, your breathes, whimpers, and shifts.
Azriel broke the silence.
“She’s my mate. All this time and I never knew.”, the sentence coming out as a whisper.
Shock was painted on Mor’s face. “Y/n’s your mate? How di-? When?”
“It clicked when I saw her body lying there.” his voice started breaking “Why did it have to happen right now. Of all the times. Why couldn’t it have happened months ago. I could’ve had more time. This never would have happened. How do I move on from this?” his voice ending on a whisper.
“All you can do is hope to mother that she has the strength to pull through.” Cassian replied softly. “You know, this whole situation is so ironic.”, he said softly to himself, lightly shaking his head.
Azriel gave Cassian a look of confusion, wondering what he was talking about, but decided to drop it for now.
“Anyway, let’s try to get some sleep and pray the morning holds better news”
Mor had dozed off, back against the headboard and hand still holding yours. Cassian was sitting in the chair, head resting on the palm of his head, it still took him a few hours to fall asleep completely. Azriel, however, couldn’t sleep. The thought of sleeping while you laid like this. He felt guilty, the feeling that he may have been too late. For the rest of the night, Azriel sat in a chair next to your bed, shrouded in darkness, hoping you would be ok.
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Sunlight peeked through the sheer blinds over the balcony door. The faint sound of birds singing flowed through the air. Light shined onto your face, causing you to groan. Groggily, you opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light filling the room. Your head pounded and you winced as you shifted in bed.
“Y/n?” you heard a whisper. You mumbled in response. “Oh! Thank mother you’re alright! We were all so worried for you. Wait, let me call Madja now that you’re up.” Mor rambled on causing you to smile slightly. “CASSIAN!” she squealed “Wake up! Look! Y/n is awake!”
Cassian jumped to his feet at her shout. “Oh my god!” he ran over to your side “I was so worried, I’m so glad you’re alright” he said, taking your hand into his. “Let me go call the others, they’ve been waiting for an update.”
Soon after, the rest of the inner circle came over to your room to check in and Madja came to see how you were healing.
“That was quite the wound you had. Make sure to rest for the next two weeks. No buts, we don’t want this opening back up from stress or straining activity.”. You groaned at the thought.
“But I feel fine now, it’s not a big deal! I can go back to doing my duties in 2 days. I’ll be good as new.” you pleaded, trying to convince Madja and yourself. Before she could respond, Rhys cut in.
“You will do nothing of the sort. You just got stabbed for cauldrons sake, if i catch you trying to do anything remotely straining, i’ll lock you in your room and have Cassian stand guard in front of it”
“Fine” you grumbled out
“Now that everything is settled, i’ll be coming to check on you every few days.” Madja states before leaving
After a little more small talk was exchanged, the inner circle decided to leave you to rest a bit more, but promised they would visit you as frequently as they could.
Except, one person stayed behind.
Azriel.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Is something wrong?” you asked
After a hesitant pause his voice rang out. “We’re mates.”
You felt a blow to your chest. When did he find this out? As if Azriel had read your thoughts, he responded “Last night. After I found you.”
“Oh”
“But, Cassian said something, how it was ironic, and I can’t help but wonder how long you’ve known”
“I-, I told Cassian that we were mates yester-”
“But how long have you known y/n.” his voice quiet and sharp as a knife, as if tendrils of anger were waiting to escape
“Since the diplomatic mission Rhys sent us on”, you whispered. You could feel the tears threatening to fall from your eyes
“That was months ago and you didn’t think to tell me?” You could feel the anger in his voice
“I thought you would have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry” tears started falling from your eyes
“You knew and said nothing. Why didn’t you say anything? You should have said something” he seethed. His anger was unhinged, a drastic change for the usually calm and collected shadowsinger.
“If you didn’t want to be my mate just tell me. I’d be glad to be rid of the bond.”. As soon as he said it, he regretted it. His anger dissipated. He looked up and saw your face, tears streaming down.
“I see the way you look at Elain, Azriel. I’m not some stupid fucking female. How do you think it feels to see your mate all over someone else. I wanted to give you a chance to find your own happiness without me burdening you with this. And if we’re being honest, if you had to choose between me or her, you would choose her. I knew you would be disappointed by me. I knew you wouldn’t want to be my mate, that's why I didn’t tell you.” your anger started boiling up. “Do you think it feels good to be rejected, especially by someone you’ve loved for a long time? I didn’t want you to be disappointed that I was your mate, the person you’ve waited so long for.” your voice tapered off at the end. “Can you leave please” you said softly
“No, wait, I’m sorry I-“
“Azriel. Get out.” your voice boomed through the room.
He left reluctantly, softly shutting the door behind him. Just as the door shut, the sobs that you had been desperately trying to hold back broke free. Your body shuddered as you hugged yourself, crying yourself back to sleep.
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During the following weeks, you avoided Azriel at all costs. As soon as he walked into the room, you would walk out. Any required conversations were kept short. You did anything you could to keep your mind off of him, cleaning, errands, hell you did it all. It certainly didn’t help your recovery, but you did what you could to keep your mind busy and off of Azriel.
“Y/n stop please. You need to rest, how many times do we have to tell you. You’re only making the healing process longer” Mor ranted on.
“I’m fine, I doubt a wound, which is almost healed by the way, would be damaged by me doing chores” you emphasized as you rolled your eyes
“Maybe not by chores, but it is affected by your stress”
A moment of silence passed.
“He feels terrible, you know, he didn’t mean to say it. He just wants to talk to you.”. Mor didn’t risk saying his name because she knew it would only anger you more.
“Well I don’t want to talk to him, or deal with him, or see him, or think about him. At all.”. You grumbled. Your heart clenched, but you brushed it aside.
“Y/n, please. I love you two and it hurts to see our family like this right now.”
“Please, can we drop it, I-“ your voice cracked
“Yeah, of course. Just… keep an open mind, maybe?”
“Yeah, ok” you looked down.
“I’ll see you later tonight then, for Rhys and Feyre’s dinner party.”
“Sounds good.”. You pressed your lips into a tight smile as you watched Mor walk off. You had definitely contemplated not going today. All of the inner circle certainly knew what happened, maybe not all the details, but still enough, which made you feel exposed. You weren’t use to having your emotions splayed out to everyone like that, and it made you too vulnerable. However, Mor had threatened to pull you to the party herself if you refused to go, so being complicit seemed like the best option.
It was just one night. You would be fine… right?
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It was nearing 8 as you finished getting ready for the party, which started at 8:30. You were wearing an olive green silk midi dress. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but it was still very elegant. And comfortable. You were touching up as Mor arrived.
“Ah, there she is, beautiful as ever.”
“I could say the same about you, darling” you emphasized
“Are you ready to go, I heard the party is getting started, and you know I wouldn’t want to miss all the cocktails”
A laugh mused on your face. You grabbed your purse before the pair of you winnowed to the house.
You arrived at the front door, scanning the scene when you got there. It was a cozy ballroom with french doors which opened up to a huge balcony leading to the gardens. There was a huge dining table in the center with plenty of space to mingle in clusters.
You hadn’t spotted Azriel yet, a sigh of relief leaving your body. You strutted in, arms linked with Mor, grabbing a drink off the platter. You weren’t even sure who or what this party was for, but you realized you had downplayed it after spotting Helion and Tarquin. The high lords in Velaris. But that was the least of your concerns, the only thing you were focused on was avoiding Azriel.
Spotting Feyre near Helion, you breezed over to say hi.
“Ah! Y/n! Helion, i’m sure the two of you have met a few times before!” Feyre smiled out
“Yes, I do remember you! I heard about what happened, how are you feeling?” He asked
“Much better than the last few weeks, that’s for sure. Although I must say, this alcohol is certainly helping” you giggled. “Well I just wanted to pop over and say hi, but I think I’m gonna go find Cassian now. It was so nice to see you again Lord Helion, enjoy your evening.”
“You too Miss Y/L/N”
You dipped your head towards the both of them before making your way through the room to find Cassian. Where was he for caldrons sake. You hadn’t seen him in a week because he had to go up to the illyrian war camps again. Pushing your way through the crowd, you bumped into a hard chest, spilling your champagne. Cursing to yourself, you started to apologize.
“Oh mother, I’m so so sorry, clums-“. Looking up your y/e/c eyes met strong hazel ones, which were burning into your soul. You felt your throat close up, starting to feel trapped in the crowed room
No no no no. This couldn’t be happening. Not now.
You knew it was only a matter of time before you would have to talk to him, but you couldn’t do it now. Before he could say a word, you pushed past him and bolted out to the balcony to get some fresh air. You had run to the corner, near the steps to the garden, out of sight from others. Taking deep breaths, you calmed your nerves. You would be ok, everything was fine. It would be fine. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
You decided to quickly go grab another drink before returning to the serenity outside. Leaning against the balcony, you stared out at the stars and the gardens. They were so beautiful, even in the winter, you thought to yourself. You basked in the silence, your thoughts drowning you.
Some time had passed before you heard footsteps approaching you on the balcony. You knew who it was without having to turn around, but you still couldn’t bear to be around him. You turned to leave but his hand caught your wrist, holding it firmly. You could feel the scars from his hands against your skin.
“Please. I just want to talk”
“What’s there to talk about Azriel, you made your feelings clear that day.”
“Just listen, please, and then i’ll leave you alone if that’s what you wish”
You sighed, nodding your head in defeat. You couldn’t keep balling up your emotions.
He led you back to the railing of the balcony before his grasp left your wrist. You tilted your head down looking at your feet and fiddling with your thumb.
“I spent 500 years pining after Mor because I was so afraid of maybe having a chance at love. I thought it was best to love someone who would never love me back so I wouldn’t get hurt. Then I met Elain. She helped me to open up more, and helped me to believe that happiness would be possible for me, with someone. I had given up on the idea of having a mate. I didn’t think I deserved one. I was ok with that and had accepted that.”
He let out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair, light curls falling onto his forehead. “When I saw you lying there and the bond clicked, I was so mad at myself. I shut out the possibility of having a mate for so long. You were my mate. My mate. I never thought I would be able to say those words.”
He paused.
“I was mad that you may not make it. I was mad that I didn’t find you soon enough. I was mad that we didn’t have more time. I didn’t know what to do or how to feel. I Just wanted you to be ok. And then when you told me that you had known for so long, I was angry. Angry that I hadn’t realized sooner, and angry that you kept it from me because you may not have wanted me or expected me to be your mate. And I snapped. Then you said the thing that I had least expected. You said you had loved me” He chuckled dryly. “I am so sorry, y/n, so very sorry.”.
His hand reached down to cup your face. He jerked your head up so you were looking at him. “What i’m trying to say is that I love you, but I understand if you don’t feel the same way anymore”.
The air had been knocked from your lungs. Your heart swelled and your eyes watered. Before you had realized what you were doing, your lips crashed into his. His mouth fit perfectly against yours. He was a breath of fresh air with a hint of mint. Azriel’s hands gripped your waist, pulling you into his body and he smiled against your lips. It felt so right. Everything about it. Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you both pulled away, breathless. Your forehead rested against his.
You whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
“I love you too”. As soon as the words left your mouth, he pulled you in for another kiss, his wings forming a cocoon around you. This one was more demanding. Passionate. A promise. You pulled away from his mouth and leaned against him, his arms wrapping around you.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” Azriel said. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small black box. “It’s your Solstice gift, I was trying to find a good time to give it to you.”, he scratched the back of his head.
You gently took it from his hand. The box had a red ribbon wrapped around. Undoing the ribbon, You opened the box to find one of the beautiful necklaces you had been admiring with Mor. “Oh my Az. Its so beautiful. I love it. How did you know?”
“I may have had my shadows follow everyone around to find out what they wanted.” he laughed out.
You smiled. “Will you help me put it on?”. Handing the dainty chain to Azriel, you brushed you hair aside. Baring your neck to him. His fingers ghosted the soft skin, clasping the necklace together. He tenderly placed a kiss next to your ear, causing butterflies to erupt.
You cleared your throat. “I think we’ve been gone long enough. Would you like to get some food, Azriel?” you smiled.
“I would love to, my darling mate.” he paused before darkly saying “I am especially excited for the part that comes after I eat.”. You lightly smacked his shoulder before the two of you made your way inside, beaming.
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Drabs, I know that you usually draw Fleur with slightly darker blonde hair than Narcissa. Was it a choice so that it’s easier to distinguish them from each other or was your Fleur maybe slightly influenced by the actress from the movie who had darker hair?
In the books Fleur didn’t seem to have much description other than having long silvery hair (waist length?) and having this glow around her. So like with Narcissa, what works have influenced your design of Fleur?
It’s fascinating sometimes to read the artist’s perspective and your previous reply to the anon about Narcissa has been very interesting.
Thank you!!! 🥺
I was actually pretty embarrassed over how enthusiastic I got over the whole hair thing, but I'm glad it made some sense at least 😂 And now that I've been given even more reason to talk about it... (Let's face it, I shouldn't even be allowed on this website to begin with, ya'll have been way too nice to me.)
Only click on keep reading if you want to read Some Nonsense.
I did consider Fleur's actress when I thought about her hair color. Though I pictured it to be something of a mix between movie Fleur and Elsa’s (from Frozen) hair. But the way I drew Fleur's hair, the way it falls across her shoulders, that was more of... well, I imagined Fleur to have effortlessly perfect hair, like she doesn't seem to need to style it so much because it's already whimsical as it is, what with her being part-Veela. There were a lot of fanfictions that helped me to sort of see a better image of Fleur in my head so really, I owe it to all the talented writers out there!
It's also the same with Narcissa's case. Though I decided to give her paler hair, compared to Fleur's, because I wanted to emphasize that air of vulnerability Narcissa has—this image she conjures, like she's this fragile thing made of glass, which typically in fanfiction is what Narcissa uses so that Voldemort would overlook her a lot, hence why she wasn't given any "missions" or "tasks" while Voldemort was in Malfoy Manor. Slytherin preservation. This "fragile" image was something Narcissa capitalized on and maintained perfectly, but in post-war Cissamione fanfictions, she no longer has to put on that façade—she starts living for herself, but the quiet sadness about her never really goes away.
I really did struggle at first, I had to find a way where I could draw them without confusing people and myself.
So, again, I sifted through a lot of canon and non canon material about these two characters which funnily enough made me see some kind of parallel going on between them. I know. Fleur Delacour and Narcissa Black. Parallels?! It's nuts. But again, this is only within Fleurmione and Cissamione fanfiction, and it really helped me to draw them better. (At least in a way that made them distinguishable from one other at first glance, I’d like to think.)
These 'hair scenes' are mostly the bits where Hermione "first" sees Fleur. Hermione is entranced, a little curious, sometimes she feels indifferent, but the general theme is Hermione immediately finds Fleur beautiful—which probably explains why Hermione in fanfiction sometimes thinks Narcissa could be part-Veela like Fleur. And as you can imagine, that's where my struggle began.
You'll see what I mean in a minute. And just like last time, remember that this part comes with spoilers.
🔹 In Fighting is our form of Flirting by InsomniacAndBi in Chapter 2 Hermione sees Fleur for the first time. This is the first Fleurmione fanfiction I've ever read, and also the first time I've encountered Fleur's character. Tall, bright blonde hair, won the genetic lottery, aristocratic features, face held in a scowl, floats into the room with effortless poise, immediately starts demanding things out of people... Sounds vaguely familiar, doesn't it. Like some other blonde we know.
"Non!" A voice from the doorway said. "This is not what was agreed."
For a moment, Hermione thought about ignoring it but turned to glance over there if only to quell her curiosity. A girl stepped into the room and Hermione's phone call was forgotten in a moment. She knew that it wasn't nice to stare but Hermione couldn't help but do it because, in all honesty, this was the prettiest girl she had ever seen. She was definitely taller than Hermione was, with bright blonde hair and...clearly she had won the genetic lottery.
Her skin practically glowed and it looked so smooth and soft. It made Hermione wonder if she used those fancy beautification charms or had a very lengthy skincare routine. Or maybe, just maybe, this is what being rich did to people's faces. There was no doubt in Hermione's mind that this girl was rich - like extremely rich, like even rich people thought she was rich. That kind of rich. That was the type of rich that this girl was.
Also, only super rich people curled up their lip like this girl was doing.
She breezed into the room like she was floating and Hermione hastily ended her phone call and promised to call back later.
"This is not what was agreed," The girl said again and Hermione felt incredibly small sitting in front of her. Not to mention, the girl's clothes screamed 'I'm rich and I know it' and Hermione's screamed 'I'm so out of place that I might as well be a bull in a China shop'.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Hermione managed to get out when it became apparent that the girl was waiting for her response.
"You are English." The girl looked shock for a moment at Hermione's accent before shaking her head angrily. "This is not what was agreed."
🔹 In Oath of Silver by i_shall_wear_midnight immediately in the first chapter, when Witcher Hermione first meets Fleur, it's something Hermione quickly notices. Vivid sapphire eyes. Silvery blonde hair that shimmered in the torchlight. And once again, right off the bat, Fleur is pushy. She wants things done her way. It’s just so cute how she doesn’t even let the fact that Hermione is a Witcher, an extremely dangerous outcast in society, get in the way of that.
(I'm sorry for this but I just have to gush about Oath of Silver. Hermione as a witcher is just so fitting for her character; she possesses that natural eye for detail that remarkable witchers have, witchers like Geralt and Vesimir (a skill that gets even more honed through the Witcher Trials). Hermione even has Geralt's dry sense of humor, a bit rough around the edges, brilliant, snippy without really meaning to (because she asks a lot of questions and would rather get to the point), but has a good heart.)
The witcher figured that would be the end of her human interactions for the evening, but only a few minutes later, the stunning newcomer from before appeared before her. Upon closer inspection, Hermione couldn’t imagine she wouldn’t be conspicuous in any group of people she happened to find herself immersed in. The woman was looking back at her with vivid sapphire eyes, and silvery blonde hair that shimmered even in torchlight. Her attire was travel-ready, but elegant.
“Bonsoir. You are a witcher, oui? Or perhaps a ‘witcheress’ is more accurate? I am not familiar with all the terms…” She watched the beautiful stranger patiently while she fumbled through Hermione’s professional title. As if the distinctive, amber colored cat-eyes hadn’t given her away, the brunette mused wryly. Eventually, the blonde gave up and sat herself down at Hermione’s table, her medallion twitching faintly as the stranger got settled. Hermione filed that away for later. Her new dinner buddy seemed to be oblivious to the curious and concerned looks now being thrown her way at boldly taking a seat at a mutant’s table.
“I came from Ellander,” she began in a non sequitur. “The temple, and spoke to the priestess Nenneke, who told me about you.” Hermione continued eating her second serving of stew and waited for her to get to the point. “I would like to hire you as an escort as I travel back to Toussaint.” The witcher finally put her spoon down.
“Sounds like you ought to be asking some mercenaries to be your bodyguards,” she responded, eyeing the bow the woman was carrying on her pack meaningfully.
“A pair seems doable, and I’d prefer you.”
“I’m not a bodyguard.”
“Yes, technically, I am aware,” she replied, beginning to show signs of impatience.
“Then why are you soliciting a monster-slayer?”
🔹 Witnessed here in Time and Blood by whistle.the.silver is probably the most interesting one because it uses the concept of Veela hair as a wand core brilliantly. Again, this comes with huge 🛑spoilers🛑. Read the italicized words at your own risk. I can't add the entire clip here, as the topic of Fleur's hair is littered throughout several other chapters. But this story shows us a Fleur who is willing to do anything in order to protect Hermione during the course of the war.
My memory is a bit foggy, I haven't read this story in months, but here's what I remember:
This takes place during the time of Shell Cottage, where Fleur is married to Bill and takes care of Hermione. Fleur didn't expect to fall in love with the young brunette and, as the Golden Trio's time in Shell Cottage comes to an end, she worries over Hermione's safety. Fleur, using magic only known to the Veela tribes, does her best to offer Hermione protection in any way that she can--even going as far as to study what Lily Potter did so Harry could live. At one point, Fleur cuts her own hair with a length now roughly above her shoulders to give Hermione a new wand. But this isn't the only bridge Fleur is willing to cross to make sure Hermione survives the incoming battle. Fleur's grandmother, Ron, and even Bill himself, is a little sceptic over the propriety of Fleur's actions, but Fleur is determined to do whatever it takes to make sure Hermione makes it out of the war safe and alive.
So that was a lot to wade through, I know.
But if you've skipped all those parts for the sake of missing spoilers then let me go ahead and explain why the parallel between Fleur and Narcissa are there. Sure, it's plain to see that they have similar physical characteristics, but they're also similar in other ways.
In Witnessed here in Time and Blood, Fleur is willing to do whatever it takes to protect Hermione during the war: sacrifice the secrets of the Veela, make Hermione a wand, make her marriage and friendship with Bill suffer, be scrutinized by her Veela tribe, etc. And didn't Narcissa do the exact same thing during the war to make sure Draco made it out alive? They both chose to 'betray' everyone else for the sake of this one person. Not to mention, in Extinction by rubikanon Narcissa even makes Hermione a wand. (I’m telling you, there are so many parallels between these two ships and I can probably list more but I'd rather not make this post longer.)
Here, I’m just going to go ahead and say it—it’s almost like Fleur and Narcissa in fanfiction have the same love language.
A glaringly obvious difference between them is their upbringing, and we could argue that this why Fleur tends to be more open with her emotions while Narcissa tends to be more carefully guarded with hers. And I don't know if writers realize these parallels but as someone who's a huge fan of both characters and as someone who makes the occasional fanart of them, it's a pretty difficult detail to ignore. This crazy conspiracy all started because I had to find a way to make both characters look distinct from one another... It's just so interesting that writers from two different ships unknowingly make these parallels with two completely separate characters who are often at the opposite ends of the seesaw.
But again, let's take a look at Extinction by rubikanon. (I know. Extinction?! AGAIN?! Always.)
Spoiler warning!
🔹 Extinction by rubikanon has a marvelous take on this, as it turns out Fleur and Narcissa are actually good friends, and if I remember correctly, occasionally exchange letters (I’m unsure about this bit, I might have read it in a different story). They just get along remarkably well; I imagine they both share a kind of mutual respect for each other, a quiet understanding for the way the other woman carries herself: poised, meticulous, they pride themselves in their work, they both know how to handle an Ocean Of Secrets™, they're both accustomed to being under the spotlight of the public eye, and they’re both dedicated to their loved ones. Needless to say, Fleur and Narcissa are both giddy over the prospect of being with someone they love and adore, and end up meticulously planning numerous (I think it was hinted) double dates (Fleur with Bill, and Narcissa with Hermione) with the same kind of endearing enthusiasm that leave Hermione and Bill with no choice but to agree to the whims of their respective lovers.
(Scene seen in Chapter 23: Build Up Your Defense 2 of 2)
Narcissa and (Hermione) I were sitting together on one of the couches when Bill and Fleur arrived later. They showered Teddy with kisses on his little cheeks. He'd gotten past his clingy phase and adored us all, struggling to walk around the room by bracing himself on everyone's knees.
Suddenly Narcissa reached up and grabbed onto someone's wrist behind her head. "Don't even think about it," she said.
"That's just scary. How did you know I was there?" George stood up from behind the couch, a toy spider dangling from his hand. Teddy shrieked with laughter.
"She has eyes in the back of her head," Draco said.
"Mothers," George grumbled, sitting down close to Angelina. "Dump her, Hermione. I need you to date someone more prankable."
Fleur looked in surprise at the two of us on the couch. "Oh, la vache! How did I not know zees? You are lovers?"
"We're dating," I said mildly, though we really were lovers. In every sense. I glanced at Narcissa and bit my lip as heat spread through me. My imagination started planning a middle-of-the-night rendezvous.
"No wonder she (Narcissa) was so adamant about healing that curse," Bill said thoughtfully.
"Adorable! Simply adorable!" Fleur exclaimed, sitting down on Narcissa's other side. "We must go out for a double date next week, all four of us. We'll dine at L'Escargot!"
Narcissa's eyes lit up.
"Oh, no," I said.
"You won't have to eat snails," Narcissa said. "Please, mon amour?"
"French doesn't work on me."
"Please?" She kissed my cheek again and again. "Please? Please?"
Laughing now, I pulled her in for a kiss on the lips and said, "Yes, alright. But only because I have fond memories of trying new foods with you."
"As do I," she agreed.
Then we realized everyone was staring. Narcissa cleared her throat and straightened up, blushing. Draco made a face. Ginny looked a little more favorable. Harry held in laughter, and Andromeda hid her camera.
"Adorable!" Fleur declared again.
🔹 Also, I just have to add Sugar and Spice by waltzlikeits1698 because Chapter 4: Happy Birthday, Harry is absolutely hysterical. During Harry's birthday party, Hermione sulks in a corner because Fleur has apparently been avoiding her. Ginny decides to do something barking mad, something Hermione typically falls for.
“Ooh, someone’s grouchy,” Ginny teased, retracting her arm and facing Hermione fully. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing,” Hermione insisted, although even she could hear the pout in her voice.
“Sure seems like it,” she snarked, summoning two shots and offering one to Hermione with a waggle of her eyebrows. Hermione pulled a face and Ginny shrugged before downing both, one after the other. (...) “You know, I spotted a tall, blonde drink of water hanging around the stairs.”
“What!?” Hermione exclaimed, whirling around and leaning out of the room to look at the staircase. Sure enough, standing at the bottom and resting a slender hand on the bannister was a tall, blonde witch who made Hermione’s heart stop with her mere presence. She had started forward before she knew it, her heart taking up an even quicker beat as she crossed the few steps and reached out a hand to clasp her elbow. The woman turned, that beautiful blonde hair catching the candlelight as it moved in one long sheet.
Hermione retracted her hand in horror, her eyes widening. “Mrs Malfoy!?”
Narcissa Malfoy raised an eyebrow at the witch who had practically accosted her. “Miss Granger. Can I help?”
What was she even doing here?
“Uh,” Hermione said dumbly, “sorry, I just… need the loo. Can I-?”
She gestured lamely to the staircase. Both women stared at the perfectly reasonable gap that Hermione could easily pass through. The moment stretched on.
Slowly, Narcissa returned her inscrutable gaze to Hermione, who squirmed uncomfortably in response. She then took a small step to the side and gestured for Hermione to pass. She did so and, as she turned the corner of the staircase, sent a deadly glare at Ginny, who was practically pissing herself with laughter.
(...)
Fleur had arrived. Hermione couldn’t explain exactly how she could tell, considering she had been in the duplicated bathroom for the last ten minutes after humiliating herself in front of Narcissa, but she knew it like she knew that it was levi-O-sa.
(...) (Hermione) She tried to avoid eye contact with Narcissa on the way back down and was thoroughly unsuccessful: the witch had physically reached out and laid her own hand over Hermione’s on the bannister, forcing her to stop and look up. Then, with an intention behind her eyes that Hermione had neither the brain capacity nor the energy to delve into, she said “It’s Ms Black now.”
Then she had released Hermione’s hand and turned back to her conversation with Andromeda and two wizards Hermione didn’t recognise.
Come to think of it, there were a lot of people Hermione didn’t recognise.
Anyway, long story short, this is the result of reading both Fleurmione and Cissamione—
But RIGHT. At the end of the day, again, these are just some crazy little things I picked up on and I may or may not be right, no one has to agree with me, everyone can disagree with me. Actually, yes feel free to disagree with me. I need to get out of this damn site and you know, touch grass.
Okay. Well. I'm gonna stop here now. So. Bye. But thank you anon for this lovely ask!! I’m really touched that you wanted to know what inspired the way I drew Fleur 🥺💕💖 But still. So sorry for this massive word vomit!! 😂
#fleurmione#cissamione#fleur delacour#narcissa black#narcissa malfoy#hermione granger#stupid rants#drabstuff#yall im telling you im the mad scientist but remove all the science
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What’s your take on Terry’s fate?
I’ve heard various theories- some think he may sacrifice himself for Claudia at some point, or that maybe Claudia is keeping him around to be a sacrifice for something down the line.
I’m not sure what to think cuz I do think Claudia really cares about Terry- but his character does kinda seem to be leading up to some purpose.
I have a lot of thoughts about Terry, currently stewing on who he is on his own and then who he is in relation to Claudia (both how she's impacted him and how he is impacting her). Claudia is clearly upset when Rayla threatens him in 4x09, but she also has security in leverage and knowing that Rayla tends to be bloodless (i.e. knocking out > killing all the human guards in 2x07) even if like, that's not much to bet on.
So I don't think Claudia would be willing to sacrifice Terry. He's been instrumental in helping her with Viren, was the one person she had while her brother was gone and Viren was dead, and he's murdered someone for her.
I do think he'll provide a sort of secondary moral horizon. We've seen him turn away from cruelty/punishment he sees as unnecessary (taunting and keeping Rayla from her parents when Claudia has done all this to reunite with her parent). The Callum-Terry parallels have also been hammered in quite hard ("I think too much about everything" "Trees to meet you" "I'm going to have all the feelings") but I want to write a proper meta about that eventually. Which is really to say: I think what Aaravos being unleashed on the world will really mean has clicked for him (which makes sense, as Claudia is a walking cognitive dissonance, he doesn't mind dark magic, and the dark mage trio know the least about Aaravos now compared to everyone else), and Terry is going to have issues with destruction on that level.
I don't know if Claudia will be willing to listen to him, as we know someone has to help Aaravos get out of the mirror and she, Viren, and Callum will likely all have roles to play. If Terry leaves Claudia that'll sting; if both Terry and Viren start backing down partially because of the damage Aaravos would do and because of how it's causing Claudia and she sees that as them betraying / misunderstanding her... That's probably where I still lean the most, but who knows! We'll simply have to wait and see
#terry#terry the earthblood elf#tdp terry#clauderry#thanks for asking#anonymous#s4#arc 2#s5 speculation
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Little Boy Blue
Mahiru is tired.
Kuro can see it, in the way his folding isn’t as neat, in the way the vegetables in their dinner aren’t as uniformly chopped, in the way his head bobs during school lessons, his laughter isn’t as loud, how he doesn’t check half so well before he crosses the street and needs the ever watchful hand of Sakuya to drag him back from the curb, a shout on the subclass’s lips, scolding and fussing about the car that had just whizzed past their little group.
Mahiru is tired, but he refuses to rest.
And it’s driving Kuro mad.
It’s as Mahiru is jerked and prodded, worried and fussed over by his trio of school friends, that Kuro makes a decision.
His Eve will get some sleep, whether he wants to or not.
Thankfully for him, he knows Mahiru wants it. The frustrating part is that his stupid, incredible, wonderful human doesn’t think he’s earned it. Not yet. Not when there was still more to do.
Which meant, joy of joys… He needed some help.
Good thing he had three ready made volunteers right there with him on the curb.
Now to convince them.
***
The easiest part, by far, was getting them to go along with his plan. Slipping into Mahiru’s bag to use the cellphone Tooru had bought him (every time he thought about it, he still couldn’t believe it. His own phone, his own clothes, his own games, his own… Everything, really), he sent a single text to three different numbers.
Mahiru’s exhausted. Help me get him to chill out?
The hard part…
“Hey, Mahiru! It’s been a while since we all last had a sleepover, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, it has…”
“Since we’re already going to be walking you home to make sure you don’t wander out into traffic…”
“It was an accident!”
“Party at Mahiru-sama’s place~!”
“Would you stop with that stupid… Fine! But Sakkun is paying for the food!”
… Wasn’t actually that hard? But, well. Leave it to the grungy joker to just… Steamroll his way into Mahiru’s place, invited or not. And become a steamed cabbage in the process.
The power of Mahiru-sama is frightening indeed…
***
The first order of business when the five of them arrive at Mahiru’s apartment is taken care of handily by, once again, Sakuya.
“Pizza time!” he crows, tapping the order into a website Kuro only vaguely recognizes the name of. It’s not a delivery app, but the website’s own page, and while he’s busy with that, Kuro hops out of Mahiru’s bag, ready to go fetch blankets and pillows from the linen closet in order to set them all up.
Except Mahiru’s two human friends beat him to it.
All the better, he thinks, as he hops up onto the couch to watch them spread things out right in front of the TV. The living room is small, the area they’ve chosen to occupy even more so, but it’s what he would have chosen for Mahiru, too, to cram them all together, to surround his Eve with the simple pressure and warmth of his loved ones crowded close.
Not for the first time, and certainly not the last, Kuro is so… Grateful for Mahiru’s friends. Before him, and even after him, they will love Mahiru like a brother, like a family, know him in ways he can’t, the same way Gear knows him in ways Mahiru never will.
And that’s fine. To be known is to be loved, and more than anyone, Mahiru deserves it.
“Mahiru, can you help Ryuu-chan? I’m gonna go make sure Sakuya doesn’t burn your kitchen down trying to make popcorn.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know, I’m always the one who makes the popcorn when Shamrock can’t!”
“And how much of it do you burn?”
“Less than you, so nyeh.”
… Maybe he should go watch them.
“Ah, Kuro, don’t get your fur on the counter!”
“Can’t deal…”
At the least, Mahiru seems to already be feeling better. It’s like magic. The best kind Kuro has ever seen.
***
Kuro spends the night as a cat, nestled in Mahiru’s lap or lying across his back, little paws kneading his Eve’s flesh and purring up a storm, extra sweet and extra soothing, while the other three pile around them. Mahiru is… Quiet. But not a bad quiet, no. A good quiet, letting the presence of the other people in their home wash over him, their bickering and their teasing, not a host but just a friend, just another kid, a kid with greasy fingers and a half drunk bottle of cola and two boxes of extra large pepperoni pizzas with cheesy bread set out before them.
“Where the heck do you find these pizza places I’ve never heard of?” Ryuusei asks after a particularly long cheese stretch has him craning his head back and holding his arms out, making the other three laugh, “This is great.”
“Vampire SNS,” Sakuya tells him proudly, and snickers once more at the tongue click it nets him.
Much to Kuro’s surprise, after building their little nest, the green haired vampire had graciously given up his preferred spot next to Mahiru without a word, instead settling himself shoulder to shoulder with the short one, Ryuusei, while he and Koyuki had pressed themselves up against Mahiru like they were trying to merge with him. It’s a tangle of arms and legs, like cats lying one on top of the other, physical closeness that speaks volumes of the emotional one they’ve cultivated with each other, and which they were slowly, Kuro felt, trying to ease him into.
It was a strange feeling. Being included.
But it wasn’t one he hated by any means.
Ryuusei flops his head against Mahiru’s arm, cheek squishing ridiculously as he squints at the screen. “Who picked this again?”
The crunching from Mahiru’s right stops, and a bowl of half eaten popcorn, buttery and with the perfect amount of salt, is nudged his Eve’s way. Wordlessly, Mahiru grabs up a big handful of it, stuffs it in his mouth with a knowing little smile, a sort of carelessness Kuro can never seem to invoke on his own.
The shuffling of fabric, and Koyuki leans onto Mahiru’s shoulder as well, the barest hint of a pout to his voice. “Does it matter? Even bad movies are fun when we’re together.”
“You’re cheesier than this pizza,” Sakuya teases, and Mahiru grins, laughs, finally says something, the exhaustion all but gone from his voice.
“That means Koyuki definitely picked it.”
“So you’re the one responsible!” Ryuusei shouts, and Koyuki flicks popcorn at him, bounces it right off his head.
“Shut up! You can change it, y’know.”
“Well, we’re already this far in,” Mahiru muses, and Sakuya quietly plucks the floor tainted popcorn up to place on a napkin, “Might as well finish it.”
Kuro is… So glad that Mahiru has friends who can do this for him. To do the things he can’t. This sense of total normalcy, of being just another teenager… It’s not really something he can help with. Not really. He knows he’s the type to overthink, to become discouraged when his efforts don’t get immediate results.
But now Mahiru is laughing again.
It’s everything he could have asked for.
***
Hours upon hours later, the only light in the room is from the flickering TV screen, and the only sounds are the soft breaths of four teenage boys, fast asleep right there on the floor.
Kuro finally rouses himself, gets up, stretches, and carefully picks his way down Mahiru’s back. Only then does he allow himself to transform back into a human, cracking his neck, his back, and sighing heavily at the relief it grants his stiff joints.
It’s time to get to work. All that effort would be meaningless if Mahiru woke to a mess, so clean up crew Kuro shall be.
First go the soda bottles. Back into the fridge, without a label or a care for who had drunk from what, because it’s not like those four cared anyway, but Mahiru hated to waste food. Honestly, Kuro was in agreement on that much, but especially when it came to his favorites. So, twisting each cap tightly back into place, he made sure to set them up in plain sight so that they’d be finished in the morning (and if not by their owners, by him), blocking the light of the fridge with his own body and the tails of his coat so as not to disturb the quartet of friends.
Next were the pizza boxes. Each one was completely empty, but that was no surprise, given that there were two shared between the five of them. Even the little banana peppers included had been devoured. If Kuro had to guess… Mahiru. For some godforsaken reason, his Eve adored things that set his mouth on fire, and no amount of “it’s not that spicy!” would change Kuro’s opinion that Mahiru, sweet faced, stubborn, wonderful Mahiru, just wanted to see what the fires of hell tasted like.
(And maybe he was a bit of a baby when it came to peppers, but clearly that wasn’t his fault)
Onto the counters the pizza boxes went.
Next came the bowl of popcorn, filled with nothing but unpopped kernels, then the plates, then the napkins, then the painstaking process of picking up every infernal piece of popped corn that had been jokingly thrown about between friends with zero thought for who would have to clean it up all up.
Considering how many Sakuya had tossed, he had a feeling the other vampire had known Kuro would take it upon himself to tidy up their garbage, and found himself cracking an annoyed, if fond, smile.
Little brat.
Mess more or less taken care of, Kuro had one last task to complete, and fetching the fluffiest quilt he could find from the closet that hadn’t already been used to pad out the hard tile in front of their TV, he carefully, carefully, spread it out over the pile of sleeping boys. Not a one stirred, not even Mahiru.
His smile turned ever so slightly bitter.
Well, that was fine. That was good, even, because it meant that, more than he’d thought, Mahiru had needed this night, this little slice of being normal, of simplicity.
Looking at each face in turn… He thought that maybe, all of them had.
Himself included.
Tucking himself into the crook of Mahiru’s neck was easy, a warm, furry weight that had his Eve curling up even more, ever so slightly, setting off a chain reaction as each teenager also shifted, one or two murmuring in their sleep, shuffling closer to each other like small birds seeking safety and comfort during a storm.
And that was fine, too. Kuro would watch over their dreams, every one.
Sleep tight, guys. Sweet dreams...
#kat's katerwauling#servamp#pawprints#servamp kuro#mahiru shirota#sakuya watanuki#servamp ryuusei#servamp koyuki#i wasn't gonna post anything today#but then i got possessed by this concept
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Ooh requests are open! Can I request some headcanons on how the yandere octavinelle trio + Malleus and Lilia would react to their s/o being poisoned and afflicted with sleeping death where the only cure is true loves kiss? And surprisingly, their s/o actually wakes up afterwards.
Excuse me,yansweet, how dare you have such a deliciously well thought idea? I didn't do Azul and Floyd because they ended up a bit too similar with Jade though,so I hope you don't mind! 💖💖
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[ True love's kiss? ]
Malleus Draconia
- Malleus is furious at first.
- He's blundering the halls of his castle when he hears of the misfortune cursed onto you
- How dare anyone lay their hands on you? And who were the fools who were so incompetent to allow it in the first place?
- This Fae King is ready to tear down the walls of his ancestral home until Lilia comes to soothe his anger, reminding him that if it was a curse begotten by another other than himself that there would be a cure for it no doubt.
- So,he simmers down. Compels himself to unsheath his claws and fury for another day.
- For now, he must go see you
- He smiles lightly when he does; The mere figure of you laid atop his bed in what seemed to be a deep slumber dousing his rage of fire.
- What an odd feeling he has when you are present. This gentleness that you evoke in his core is something Malleus believes no other being could give him.
- You are his special bride. His soulmate.
- "A true love's kiss" He murmurs underneath his breath, earning glances from both Lilia and Silver as they stood on each of his sides.
- Malleus considers this notion thoughtfully, wondering if he'd be able to do so for he wasn't a fool (though he felt he was one for your love) and he was aware of how stoic and reserved you had been with him despite the closeness he's tried to build with you.
- If he had kissed you then and you remained asleep. It would shatter a great deal of both his pride and heart.
- How would he cope with such a rejection?
- Truly,if he couldn't have you then no one else would have the chance to be.
- But if he did not attempt this then you'd remain asleep forever, and that seemed a fate worst than death or rejection.
- For then you'd be further away from him. You would have your freedom,your peace and he would be left with just a remnant of your existence.
- No, Malleus didn't want that.
- He wanted you, your soul,your laugh. He wanted to see the glistening of life kindling in your eyes, the sound of your voice cooing in his ears.
- If you remained in deep slumber, he would have none of this
- And he'd go mad.
- The world would matter not to him.
- If you demanded a kiss to awaken, he will give it to you. And if you refused him, he would litter your body with each mark of affection he has to offer.
- For if the Fates denied him your love , he would deny the world of peace.
- "Leave."
- The words were an order,drawled out with enough demand that Lilia and Silver didn't spare a second to obey.
- Malleus strode to his bed and allowed his gaze to drink the sight of your serene beauty bared before him, the way the light sprites lingered around you reminding him of a star he saw when he was younger.
- He wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to have him. If you could find it in your heart to accept his twisted one.
- Surely, a life encased in a dream was far from what you wanted as well?
- He knew you always had a spirit for living, and that by keeping you at his side Malleus had taken that away from you.
- But he'd promise to not repeat his mistakes.
- He'd allow you the freedom you so wished for so long as you accepted him as your one and only.
- Your true love. That's what he wanted.
- Malleus takes the place beside you, his weight causing the bed to sink ever so slightly as he leaned down to your face.
- Your subtle scent of flowers and grass greeting his senses almost immediately.
- "Be mine" He cooed,coaxed. Voice as gentle as a summer's breeze, a yearning song from the woods. "And I will give you the world."
- His lips presses onto yours gently and without a hint of greed in it. The sensation of being ruffled by the wind causing Malleus to furrow his brows before he loosened his body and deepened the kiss.
- Once he pulled away and your eyes remained shut, Malleus gripped the sheets. Expression feral, like a wounded beast.
- But then, your chest heaved a fraction more than it did before and Malleus watched in awe as your eyelids began to flutter open and your lips parted in a silent murmur.
- "___?" Your name leaves him breathless as it slips from his mouth and you turn your head in his direction.
- The glazed look in your gaze slowly regaining its composure the longer you lingered on his expression.
- "Malleus..." You called,soft and gentle it has him craning his head over you like a shrine to be worshipped. His hands gathering yours as he lifts them up to his lips where he lets it linger on your skin.
- "Malleus,I...I was asleep..."
- "Cursed,my raven." Malleus cut in, the hint of aggression he held before returning. "Someone had cursed you into an eternal sleep"
- Your expression shifted,from dazed to disbelief as you looked around the room before returning to Malleus's grief stricken form.
- "Eternity didn't seem to change much of your room."
- Malleus's eyes widened.
- Then,he laughed at you for that. A sound so broken and worn,you had trouble believing it came from the very same Fae who you knew to be cold and proud.
- "You didn't reached an eternity yet. I broke the curse." He said, and you tilted your head.
- "How?" The question was a quiet one, as if you didn't want to stir up the silence in the room.
- Malleus looked you straight in the eyes then. Gaze still and unwavering.
- "With a kiss." He said "A true love's kiss."
- And if that didn't answer his pleas, then perhaps, you could tell him yourself. For now, he knew the Fates were on his side and nothing you say would make him think otherwise.
Jade Leech
- Jade is livid.
- The very seams of control and patience he's paid attention to uphold slips through his facade like sand and his fists feel cold.
- The rush of aggression coursing through his veins then makes him see red as he strides his way to you.
- Floyd and Azul are waiting on him there, each standing at either side of your bed. He wants to tell them off for it, to bare his jaws and tell them that he didn't need anyone to play nurse for you.
- He knows it's unreasonable to act in such a way but he can't help it.
- All that meticulous planning to keep you from others reach, wasted.
- And it's entirely your fault,isn't it? You and your stubborn will to slither away from your one and only. The ungratefulness has Jade seething with more rage than he could ever contain.
- If only you'd stay put and not run off...This wouldn't be happening. You wouldn't be hit by that curse and Jade wouldn't need to wrack his brain for a solution to this mess.
- His wrath is silent though. Not a single word escapes him as he takes in the sight of your sleeping figure.
- Floyd makes a chide comment about it, ignoring the harsh glower in Jade's eyes but ultimately saved by Azul who seemed able to read the mood and divert the topic towards another.
- It takes days for them to figure out the cure for your curse but even when it's laid on the table before him, Jade finds himself frowning.
- A true love's kiss? What kind of childish fantasy was this? How could a curse strong enough to keep you asleep for an eternity be broken by a mere kiss?
- Surely this was some sort of joke. Jade turns to Azul for another possibility, but the Octo-Mer simply shakes his head.
- Jade involuntarily clicks his tongue, something he rarely does so openly but he thanks Azul for the information and asks to be left alone.
- He doesn't need anyone telling him the consequences if his kiss doesn't stir you awake.
- Then again, if he doesn't at least attempt to do anything, you'd remained unconscious and that was practically a death sentence wasn't it?
- Jade applauds you for making him internally conflicted. The fact that you alone could make him want to tear apart the world was no small feat after all.
- He somehow feels entitled to answer this ridiculous demand of yours, seeing that if he does wakes you up then it will be something he'll use against you
- Because if Jade breaks the curse it means you and him were meant to be, and he'd have the proof for it.
- So,he swallows his rage and he leans down to kiss you.
- In that moment where you actually stir awake and let out this almost pained gasp, Jade finds himself staring at you in awe.
- The very chains of his possessiveness coiling around you as his thoughts gathered together in one single notion of acceptance.
- He was your true love's kiss.
- How fascinating. How rewarding.
- Safe to say after this little event, Jade's primal aggression over you heightens to a frightening degree. Though oddly enough, he lets you do whatever you wished, going as far as allowing you to live away from him.
- And this is because, Jade has the full assurance that no matter how far a distance you placed between you and him or how harsh you acted towards his affection, it doesn't change the fact that if you were to fall into a deep slumber, the only one to pull you out from it is none other than Jade himself.
Lilia Vanrouge
- Lilia's temper simmers but he isn't entirely mad enough to start a war.
- No,he's a patient man and one with boundless knowledge.
- He's quick to identify the curse as a traditional sleeping curse and finds the cure for it rather amusing.
- He doesn't know if he's your so called true love, knowing very well that the relationship he's put you in is one similar to eternal confinement, but his heart flutters at the thought of you waking up because of his kiss, even if he knows it will never happen.
- Lilia is enamored by you, so much that he's taken note of every single aspect of your life. From your lineage to the people you linger about with to that boy you've always been in love with ever since your childhood years.
- You can't really hide anything from him, can you?
- He wonders if he can cheat the little curse with a transfiguration spell but then laughs at himself for such naive thinking.
- Instead, he sings you songs, every night. Not lullabies or love poems, but songs of ancient Faes. The kind that spins humans into a web of submission both body and soul.
- Oh,he knows he isn't your true love but he could be the one you can't live without, and that's all the same for Lilia.
- The song weakens the spirit of a human, and in turn the body itself, and a curse will only last for either a certain amount of time or until the one afflicted by it is dead. So, Lilia pushes you into a near death state, lulling your senses so dangerously low until you're pale as death and he can barely hear your heartbeat.
- Then seconds before you die, he cuts the curse off and reverse the song, healing you completely. It's a flawless plan yet risky if not handled by the right hands. Lilia smiles at his success, and that smile broadens when he leans down to kiss you, minutes before you stir awake and find that the person you lifted your curse was none other than Lilia himself.
- You're confused, but relieved. You hadn't remembered how you were placed under such spell but you remember the death-like state you felt, the way your body seemed to grow weaker each passing day you kept your eyes shut, but then as immediately as it happened, the heavy burden disappears and is replaced by the most soothing sensation you've ever experienced.
- And it's all because Lilia kissed you?
- You couldn't actually believe it, but how do you doubt something that felt as gentle as the lips that saved you?
- Perhaps, you've misjudged him. Suddenly,Lilia didn't seem all that hard to love.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst wonderland#twisted wonderland scenarios#twisted wonderland fanfic#twst wonderland yandere#twst yandere#male yandere#malleus draconia#twst malleus#yandere malleus#jade leech#twst jade#yandere jade#lilia vanrouge#twst lilia#yandere lilia
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(Undertale fanfic - based off of Wickedtale by @alch3mic - rated M by AO3 standards.)
+ soldier!sans x dancer!reader (they/them prns)
+ 4456 words, english
+ prologue to soldier’s story. first time he ever meets dancer.
+ cw: mentions of murder, classism, yandere/obsessive personality, abusive/controlling parents
+ “he hadn't heard that phrase in years.
so constantly aware of the corruption plaguing the world...
well, as it seemed, there was still one highlight to live to protect.”
+ AO3 link
Ebott City. The corrupted hell hole that was somehow above ground, while the actual hole the "monsters" came from had been far more palatable. At least, in one case. Many didn't have the same experience he did, but… whatever. That didn't really matter. He didn't really care about it anymore. Why dwell on the past? There's too much shit going on in the present to even have time for something like that.
Day-to-day life was flooded: constantly moving, constantly working, never slowing, never stopping. There's no time for that. The day he gets time to take off and sleep, get whatever medication he's sure he needs for his horrifically weak non-stomach, and lead a healthy and safe lifestyle while retaining his wealth? Ha. In dreams, maybe. This city wasn't kind enough for that. Though, maybe if his ambitions weren't so specific, he wouldn't have fallen into this path of endless work… but it's a little late for that.
His brother had made use of their skills the two of them had attained growing up, and with that opened a dance studio where others of all sorts could come through and learn how to dance. A small corner of peace in this awful world, that little building, where monsters and humans could both dance without feud, where rich and poor could both talk without judgement. Maybe it was ironic, maybe it was fate, or maybe it was straight coincidence that his brother had named the place "Enchanted Dancing." He knew that the name was merely in reference to the magic of their home where everyone had their own sort of dances they practiced, which they all soon found was very different from most other monsters who had battle magic specialties. But even still… heh, ah, it just further proved his point. The only decent place in the world was the Underground, before they ever surfaced.
A beep. 6:00 P.M. Work.
Or, rather, his second line of work.
While he'd abandoned his dance skills long ago, he never really fully disconnected with music as a whole. It's not like he really could when he doesn't have anything else to his life or history -- he doesn't know anything else. So, he made it a pastime to make his own musical works, trying to sell them online for money, but quickly found it's not exactly easy for people to find your work… let alone get them to pay for it when they do. He had run low on money fast -- so fast that he needed something quick and easy that he could do to not end up on the curb in a weeks' time.
He doesn't remember how he heard about it, or really what possessed him to go along with it anyway; but somewhere along the line, he'd caught word of some pretentious wealthy human furiously rattling off how their reputation would be "demolished" if the rumor that had begun about their business didn't come to a halt. How they would pay "insane amounts of money" to have that rumor "eradicated." You know, without really doing any work themself, or trying to better the work that they were doing, or fixing the root of their problem to begin with… Yes, because throwing money at the problem until it's pushed onto someone else is the better solution.
And yet… when someone comes up to you in your hour of despair, presenting to you an arguably invisible layer of protection in this world of work or die, something to get you out of the dark and stop the ticking clock of your otherwise inevitable doom…
It's not like he was going to turn down the offer.
He'd forged some sort of alias -- whatever it was at the time no longer mattered, since he'd had many over the half year or so he's been doing this -- and scribbled out a note of sorts explaining what was, at the time, a feigned, short "resume" for work as an information broker. The note was left with the pretentious prick, who did, in fact, end up contacting him in the end, offering more money than he thought he'd ever see in his waking life. Needless to say, he took the job… and found the issue to be so incredibly simple to resolve that even a child could have done it.
Well, no.
A child would have had more sense of morality.
... probably.
Who was he kidding here, honestly? He complains about the rich on a regular basis, their foolish waste of money, their apathy towards those that didn't have any money, just pure care for only money.
But here he was.
Morality erased.
Lives ruined.
Bank account overflowing.
Doing the same things they were doing.
The very least he could do -- and the very least he does do -- is support those whose music he'd wanted to support while he was on the edge of homelessness. Even some of his online friends, music composition friends, were consistently met with the cash they needed in a moment's notice. "Where did you even get this kind of money?" they would ask him. He would just jokingly say that an old witch blessed him with unending wealth, or something else to that extent of unbelievable ridiculousness.
But, unfortunately, not all of his money could go towards such good causes. While he did have far beyond the money to sustain multiple dozen families, at least a third of it was thrown right back into the exchange as he paid person after person for job after job he was unwilling to do.
There was no blood on his hands. No dust caked into his bones.
But it was splattered all over the money he handed out like trick-or-treat candy.
He'd met two others, notably, that did a lot of work alongside him. A crafty cat and a wily wolf… figuratively, of course. The three of them sharing the same first name, they merely tossed nicknames at each other. More often than he probably realized, they took much of his budget for work he was far too lazy to bother with. You know, scouring the dark web for information, stalking people to track their pathing… the occasional hit here and there. Sometimes, he would do it himself, but only if he really felt up to it… and frankly, he was never in the mood for murder. But that damn wolf was shockingly willing -- for the right paycheck.
He did recognize, however, the two of them did seem to have a mutual similarity that he, personally, did not share.
… he did not have anyone close to him. He didn't have anyone who looked after him, cared for him. It didn't bother him until recently, when apparently that damn wolf managed to lock the object of his affection into a relationship. Even the cat seemed bitter when he heard the news. Someone so fucked as him still manages to find someone?
… the world was just trying with his emotions at this point. Taunting happiness at the end of a pole taped to the back of his head, leaving it just out of reach, but always in his way and always in his line of sight.
Of course, he had his brother…
... who he doesn't talk to for weeks at a time…
... and he keeps turning down his offers to meet up again…
… yes, he had his brother. A strong emphasis on the "had."
He was alone. He knew that. But, at least for the case of his brother, he'd done it on purpose.
The last thing he wants is to have his brother, someone so passionate and pure, hands still clearly clean of sin; find out he has the richest humans of the city wrapped around his fingers out of both fear and dependability.
So, frankly, sometimes he found himself jealous of the other two. The other two who had someone to care for them.
He supposed the trio of them could sort of be friends…
He'd met the wolf a few times in person, both intentionally and not.
He'd bumped into the cat, wasted in a bar, more than once.
… No, they really weren't his friends. Co-workers is the best way he could probably describe them.
Yes, he was just jealous of them.
He was alone.
…
… Well, work isn't going to start itself. He pulled his phone back up to his face, clicking it on to see how long he'd zoned out for. 6:03 P.M. Not too terrible. He slammed shut his laptop, pushing back from his chair as he went to put on the outfit that had practically become his "uniform" at this point. A dark under layer of tight leggings and a fitted long-sleeve athletic tee with a zip-up turtleneck; a desaturated over layer of a baggy, now sleeveless hoodie and equally as baggy gym shorts. And, of course, a hat, as usual… but he wore those no matter the time of day.
His apartment door clicked shut behind him as he left, and once the door was locked, he evaporated into thin air.
-- only to appear, moments later, in front of one of the most lavish mansions in the richest part of Ebott City. It was so bleeding with "I'm such a rich, extra asshole" energy that it made his Soul twist with disgust. The walls were marble, shimmering from small lights below them to show off their sparkling, smooth surface. Each edge of the building was lined with gold-plated metal, even the rails to the stairway. Arching windows stood on either side of the front door, which was probably big enough for an average sized elephant to fit into with some extra ear room to boot.
Thank the stars he didn't have to go inside again. He already knew what his job was for the night, and to be back inside that disgustingly overdone building these pretentious humans called "home"... Just thinking about it made him feel beyond insulted.
He took another shortcut -- this time, finding himself on the rooftop. Although the sun had not yet fully set, even so, it was still much darker here than standing in front of the artificially-lit trophy they called a front entrance. He popped open his phone again. 6:05 P.M.
Unlocking it completely, he pulled up a message from the cat he'd gotten this morning.
morning soldier~ i managed to get done what you needed me to for today last night. which, you owe me BIG-TIME for, mister.
i was up until 4 am doing this!!
Soldier checked the timestamp. Yesterday, 11:34 P.M. Does that cat think he's an idiot? Whatever, it's not like this was the important part of the message. But, if anything, he's getting docked pay for really bad lying. It's not like the guy needs more alcohol money, anyway.
here's a list compiled of all the parties in ebott tonight. i only looked for ones starting after 6 pm like you asked, but there was still far too many… the list is very long (Ｔ▽Ｔ)
[file download link]
i hope you're happy!!! cause im not looking any more than that!!!!! ☆⌒(> _ <)
He downloaded the file to his phone, browsing through it to see what parties had been collected into the spreadsheet. He only could assume that's what was bringing them out, at the very least.
Oh, yes, his job for the evening. That's integral information, I suppose.
The mansion whose roof he sat upon currently was owned by a human family with the surname King. They had twelve children, all adopted, but were all also kept on very rigorous and strict schedules. The eldest of the children very recently had been caught sneaking out of the house every evening by one of their siblings, and sleeping noticeably late in the morning, their final semester of university was suffering from this all as they refused to finish their thesis. So, naturally as it is for all the rich, they threw their money at the problem hoping that would fix it.
Today's "that" was the skeleton monster sitting on their roof, waiting to see when someone would eventually leave the house.
With a hefty sum of money, upfront payment, as usual; Soldier was told to follow their child for three nights, and to report back after that time with what they had been up to. Seemed easy enough. Of all the jobs he'd gotten, tailing someone for a few days and tracking their every move was probably the easiest he's ever had the misfortune of doing.
He continued to scroll through the list. He had been given absolutely nothing to work with from the Kigngs as to where their kid was headed or when they tended to leave the house, or any information of actual use; so he was going into the job without a clue as to what he was really looking for. It was probably the most difficult aspect of the job -- hence why he outsourced the bulk of it. As for the "where," parties seemed like a reasonable assumption to make for a human college student. That's a rather common stereotype of sorts, college students getting drunk at party after party, is it not? Better than nothing, he supposed. Nothing else really came to mind anyway, but that doesn't mean there wasn't another option. Even still, it's a better start than nothing.
Now he had to just wait for the "when." He had the list in front of him, hoping he could deduce when the human would leave their house… but the more he read it over, the more bored he got. Guess the cat wasted his time. Oh well. That's not Soldier's problem.
Just as he locked his screen shut, planning to come down from the roof and investigate any exits that might be hidden to most of the house, he heard an absurdly loud sound he initially thought was a gunshot, followed by a raspy huff of various curses. Peering over the edge of the rooftop, after shortcutting there silently to avoid making attention towards himself; he noticed there was, in fact, no gunshot, but rather, an awfully messy and junky trap door of sorts, seemingly made of plywood. A human, who he assumed was the one who swore earlier, grabbed a bush that had been sitting next to it, picking it up like it was nothing and placing it over the door. It was in line with several other, similar bushes. The human dusted off their hands before walking, keeping a close eye on the mansion walls to their side.
Well, looks like he's found who he's supposed to tail.
He kept watch over them for as long as his eyes could follow, and then, the moment they left his vision, he shortcutted to where they had been moments ago, though slightly distanced as to be hidden nearby; and simply repeated the process. Soldier knew this part of the city better than the back of his hand, so he knew where he was at all times, as well, making shortcutting silently even easier.
… However, what he didn't understand was where the hell this human was headed. A few times he tried clicking on his phone, scrolling through the list again, but they weren't headed in any direction towards any party. And even when they started heading in the direction of one… they would end up taking a "wrong" turn and dodging it completely.
…
… this was taking a really long time…
It's… almost been an hour by now. Soldier's starting to recognize this area a little less. He knew the map layout, but not all of the details about where they were or what was distinctly different about each street. They were outside of the rich part of town, but not quite in the poorer side that he was used to, either. If he was remembering correctly, this was in the direction of downtown. Unless this human's planning on breaking into some probably-already-crashed college dorm party for the night, they definitely weren't planning to party at all. Okay, well, that throws that plan out the window.
But now he had no idea what to expect. Were they banned from getting help, so they're actively seeking it out? Unlikely. Were they secretly addicted to drugs? Unless it was alcohol, getting away with drug smuggling in downtown was a horrific, nearly impossible idea. Did they have a significant other that their family wouldn't let them see? Well… he had no idea. Thoughts and questions and possibilities kept cycling in and out, but he never lost sight of where they were going.
And, sure enough, the bright downtown lights descended upon them as they started making their way across the long bridge leading to the most eventful point of the city. Due to the sheer length of the bridge, and the fact that Soldier was not as well-versed in the map of the downtown Ebott area… he resorted to traditional stalking, mimicking their every step as casually and nonchalantly as possible, as though to avoid being spotted.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. One new message.
weeeeell? was my work useful? >:3c
He merely huffed half a laugh before typing out his response.
i didnt use it at all
what?! Σ(･口･) soldier, i went through all that hard work, and you didn't even LOOK at it???
i looked at it
i didnt use it
...you're at least still paying me, right?
no
you are the WORST 凸(｀△´＋）
i'm never doing anything for you again >:(
you dont need the alcohol money anyway
But the cat never responded to that one. Well, Soldier's never been the best at landing most jokes, despite his tendency to make them. Clearly sarcasm wasn't his strong point either. Whatever. He'd pay him later.
He put his phone back in his pocket, putting his attention back to his job as the bridge finally began to end. If the human was suspicious of his following them, they showed no signs of it. Good. Frankly, being silent by stalking someone in this manner isn't his strong suit. He had assumed they would have stayed nearby… not gone to the other side of the city.
The sun had set, but even still, downtown was overwhelmed with artificial lighting, and frankly, it was already giving Soldier a headache and he hadn't even been here for more than 10 minutes. Curse his ridiculously weak and sensitive body.
The human kept walking along, though their pace was beginning to hasten as they flickered their gaze between stepping and a phone screen. Naturally, he also quickened his footing, although unsure as to why. Maybe they were running late for something?
They took a sharp left into a shady alleyway; Soldier shortcut to its entrance, spotting them sprinting down it as fast as they could before eventually climbing up a wooden fence at the end, reaching its peak and jumping over it with ease. Like they'd done this many times before. Soldier, confused, checked the name of the buildings on either side of the alleyway… but neither were significant. One was even an apartment building of sorts, but it looked abandoned at best. Well, might as well continue.
Reaching the end of the alley and pushing himself over the fence with magic to avoid making as much sound as possible, Soldier's feet landed on the concrete of the other side. It was surprisingly… clean. As if someone kept it nice regularly. He went to take a step forward when he heard chattering, and instead, tucked himself behind the smallest edge of the nearby wall, barely peering over its edge to see the rest of the area.
It was like a very small park. Perhaps a courtyard? But it was too barren for that. Well, all except the trees. There were four skinny trunks sprouted from the ground, all of different kinds, and probably no more than two and a half meters tall. Around them was a square-shaped sidewalk of the same concrete he was standing on.
But, at that center of the trees, were two humans, not one. He recognized the one he'd been following up until this point -- vaguely, and mostly just from the color of their clothing -- but the other was new.
"I'm sorry I'm late, I was held up worrying I was going to get caught…" the human he'd followed spoke. "My dad apparently hired someone to follow me for a few days. One of my sisters told me… she apparently ratted me out -- she was forced to -- and now my dad's on a manhunt to find out what I'm doing."
"Yikes," the other person responded. They had a higher pitched voice, but a lower tone of interest. "Sorry to hear about it. You didn't need to come racing here to tell me that, you know. You could have stayed home and texted me to move the lesson."
Lesson?
"No, it's fine. I came because I wanted to. It probably would have been better if I waited… but I was too excited about tonight," the human explained. "It's the first time we're practicing the whole dance routine straight through. I've been practicing on my own some other nights, too."
… dance routine?
The other human let go of a heavy laugh. "You've really been practicing for two weeks straight with no other dance party breaks?"
"I said on some other nights!"
The both of them laughed.
But Soldier was stuck on "dance routine."
A phrase he typically only heard from his brother anymore, and he barely talked to him as is.
A phrase he'd never said himself in… so long.
An act he hasn't tried since they were still trapped Underground…
An act that, even back then, he'd sworn off doing after so many years of it.
It's like he'd been punched directly in the Soul. Possibly even with a knife.
"Well, are you ready to start, then?"
Soldier's attention peered back to the two humans.
"Yup, whenever you are!"
There was a brief period of silence.
Then the music started. He didn't recognize it at first…
But the realization that it was his own piece hit him in the face like a truck. Some sort of shivering heat rushed through his body. … embarrassment? ...maybe? He… wasn't sure.
But even still…
He soon became entranced by their dancing.
Only the human he had been following was dancing the routine. Every step timed perfectly to every beat and measure… so meticulously performed with such dedication. But then, some old part of him started to creep back from where it had been shoved away, as he started judging the technique of their every move. Sure, they had a… beautiful dedication to every step they took… but much of it was wrong. Though, they were not missteps. Everything planned was executed with confident perfection. The moves themselves were wrong. Some of them didn't match the tone of the piece at all, and it was clear that they were self-taught, just based on how they were moving in between each one. He wasn't mad, no… no, rather… he was utterly fascinated.
Soldier stood and watched the whole routine, start to finish. Though, he couldn't help but have a yelp from his own Soul every time they did something his own memory was screeching to be incorrect. It was yelping because… he wanted to correct them. He wanted to walk up to them, tell them what was wrong with their choices, and point them in the right direction. He wanted to… take them by the hand, directing their movements through his, teaching them how to dance the way he was taught. He… couldn't stop staring…
A scream. Soldier shortcut in a panic. He was now on the opposite side of the wooden fence, back in they alleyway.
"What, what is it?" The voice of the second human.
"I… I thought I saw someone." A breathy, horrified tone from the dancer. "I thought someone was watching me but… th-then I blinked and… they were gone."
The second human huffed angrily. "You haven't been getting proper sleep lately, have you? Maybe you should go home and rest."
Still breathing heavily, the dancer hummed a sound of malcontent. "I… Can I finish the routine first?"
"Really, now…" But with a sigh, the second human allowed them to start again from the beginning.
Meanwhile, Soldier…
He was doing his best not to scream on his own. So many emotions overwhelmed him entirely. Most of which he could not identify. But one thing would not stop looping in his mind. One thing other than a raging beat echoing in his skull from the sound of his own Soul racing, that was. In fact, that only heightened.
The thought of taking their hand. Teaching them to dance.
The overwhelming feeling of hearing someone else not just listening to his work… but expanding upon it. Being able to express themself through it. Being able to see themself through him.
The raging passion burning deep inside of him, regretting his forgone dancing career. It ate at his Soul, bit by bit. Begging his laziness to cave for them and them alone.
The fact that all of these thoughts happened in the very same millisecond that he made eye contact with them… he felt unexplainably and weirdly hot.
That eye contact. Their eyes, their face. They were almost as beautiful as the dances they performed… no… perhaps even more so.
Another loud beat echoed in his skull. The song was reaching its end. He knew he needed to start going home before he was caught.
But part of him wanted to be caught.
Part of him wanted to catch them.
… And all of him wanted to see them dancing… just one more time. Once more, that's all he asks.
Just one more time.
Maybe… maybe that will suffice.
Maybe that will drive away the fortissimo thoughts clouding his sense of reality. Maybe he'll be able to go back to…
A thought. A separate one, remembered from earlier this same evening.
"Alone."
He was… alone.
…
Did he really want to go down the same paths as…?
No, not really.
But it seemed his Soul was not giving him much other option. The mere thought of never being able to label himself as lonely… and if it was because of someone as beautiful as them…
Well. He already was a hypocrite, chanting against a society he partook in regularly. What other damage could be done by reaffirming what he already knew?
Besides. His Soul was desperate.
He wanted that dancer for his own.
No… no, this was most certainly a need.
#undertale#undertale au#soldier!sans#dancetale sans#wickedtale#undertale fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#undertale fanfiction#yandere tw//#zircon writes#zircon arts#i am too tired for this#but i could not sleep#so instead i am posting this#ive had it done for a while#but the drawings been sitting half finished for a while lol
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Can you do a one-shot where we're in a world where girls and guys play football together in the same clubs and all cos why the hell not and you're like an incredible trio with Marcus and Jesse. Marcus has feelings for you while Jesse adores you as his little sister. You're always falling asleep on one of their shoulders during your flights and today is nothing different as you lean your head onto Marcus' shoulder before take off and close your eyes to fall asleep. You don't notice while he admires you but Jesse does as he approaches to take the spare seat beside you and teases Marcus about how he's always giving you heart eyes. Then he turns all serious and gives him advice about how he really needs to grow a pair and open up to you about his feelings. You hear the conversation but pretend that you don't even though you're dying inside because you have feelings for Marcus too.
Maybe a part 2 feelings being confessed and asking out and all but plzz I don't want it to be short and rushedddd.
All fluffffyyyy and cuteee thxx!
Oh I dreamed to write something with mix players for a while now! So thank you, hope you like it x
It had been three years since you signed your contract with United, a slightly shy but very talented young girl who the club had decided to invest in. Jesse's cheerfulness had overwhelmed you from the start, the boy had taken you under his wing and slowly brought out your less serious side both in training and off the pitch.
And with Jesse you inevitably got to know Marcus too, a sort of male version of you, the boy had called him. You clicked immediately, you found yourself having very important conversations with him or hearing him talk about his childhood; when Jesse's exuberance got to you, he was the one who kept him at bay or was the one who mediated between the two of you when you argued.
The three of you formed a trio both on and off the pitch, and the results achieved since you signed with the team confirmed that. You had phenomenal chemistry and when you were able to play all three of you at your best, without injuries or anything else, the opponents had work to do.
You were almost inseparable, so much so that for a while there were rumours of a possible house where you lived together.
Flying allowed you to sit together in the triple seats, compared to buses which were more uncomfortable for your trio, depending on the model. You always sat in the middle so as not to displease everyone, even though you weren't very good company as you always ended up falling asleep on one of the boys, no matter how short or long the journey was.
Marcus rests a hand on your leg going up and down unconsciously, making you look up at him. You were heading to Spain for a Champions game and you were a little nervous, you knew the club very well having spent a year there on loan before signing for your current club.
"What if I score against them? They'll end up hating me" you sigh as he chuckles moving his thumb absentmindedly over your thigh.
"They'll end up cursing themselves for not doing everything they could to keep you when they had the chance" you downplay his compliment with a hand gesture shifting your gaze for a moment down the corridor where some of the guys are still taking their seats.
"I just have a lot of respect for them, they helped me a lot"
"I know. And that's all that matters"
You watch as he smiles at you trying to convince your brain that you don't owe anyone anything, respect for the club is one thing but the success of your team is more important right now. And you sigh, "Maybe I'd better sleep" you rest your head on his shoulder as he chuckles allowing you to settle in whatever way you think is best to be able to disconnect your brain for a while.
Jesse had stopped to talk to a teammate, the take off phase performed in a place that wasn't his or rather not his usual place. And as he approaches the two of you he chuckles noting your position and more.
"Asleep already?!" Marcus hints a smile that doesn't go unnoticed in his friend's eyes, before nodding. He then rolls his eyes at the other's expression.
"What?"
"Nothing," Jesse shrugs, that annoying grin plastered across his face, and Marcus is thankful that you're practically sleeping on him otherwise he would have already reached out to wipe it off his face. So he rolls his eyes again before lowering his gaze back to your face.
"Man you are so smitten, look at those heart eyes!" Jesse on the other hand is of a completely different mind as he reaches out to his friend to ruffle his hair, he tries to dodge it making you sigh but you don't open your eyes.
"Shh watch out" Marcus scolds him throwing him a look as Jesse laughs under his breath when he turns back to look at you.
"Marcus" he calls back more seriously after a moment and the other boy looks away from your face sensing one of the rare moments of seriousness his friend allows himself. "Why don't you tell her man, how you feel about her?"
"Are you crazy?!" murmurs Marcus through gritted teeth looking around nervously.
"Grow some balls and be honest, or you'll lose her. Do you really wanna just sit back and be friends with her forever?"
"Shut up"
"Ooh I see, you haven't admitted it to yourself yet"
"Shut up" he repeats to him more harshly as you stretch out sighing. "Are we there yet?" you mutter disconnectedly as for a moment Marcus looks alarmed, only to move a strand of hair out of your face and act normal.
"Not yet, you can rest a little more"
"No it's fine" you sigh getting up from his shoulder and stretching, "I better start waking up"
"Heya" Jesse makes his presence known causing you to nearly startle but you try to be subtle by acting normal.
And when you can finally get off the plane, you let the two go first while you calmly gather your things. You glance up at the taller of the two as something mixed with excitement and guilt wells up inside you. Because you had woken up much earlier than you had given yourself credit for and perhaps you had heard more than you should.
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