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hecateslore · 4 months

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hey! so bad bunny has a song called perro negro idk if you ever heard it but there’s a line in that music that says “tu tiene cara que tiene la pussy linda” and i was wondering if you could write yk a little something with Simon and a fem reader who just started dating and their relationship is still in the early stages and they haven’t gotten in bed together yet and the reader is pretty shy but not the uwu shy the type of shy that laughs and gets shocked when she’s embarrassed and one day simon jokingly and lightly flirts with her and she gets a struck of courage out of nowhere and flirts with him back but in a more sexual way? and simon gets surprised and uses that or a variation of that line from perro negro with her and in results in a hot smut scene please 🙏🏻

(also i loved loved loved the two office fics you wrote with simon they’re 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 can’t wait for more ❤️)

I did the best I could, but im suppeeer obsessed with the song FINA off his new album. I hope you enjoy lolz. ♥️♥️

Also I wrote this with Supervisor!Simon on my mind, cause y'all know how much I love how awkward reader is in this au lmao.

MDNI | afab reader

You and Simon decided to have a date night in, drinking wine and listening to the soft jazz playlist for the background. You’d both got off work around the same time, you both got the closing shift and decided to make dinner at your place.

It's also the first time Simon has seen the inside of your place, it’s small for him, but the perfect size for you. Almost every room decorated, a touch of you in every piece of furniture. You stood in the kitchen, pulling out the two aluminum tins filled with tonight's dinner out of the oven. “These’ll pair well with the red, no?” Simon nods, watching your frame move around the kitchen, earlier you denied his help and told him to shush and sit. So he did.

“I like it here.” Simon looked around your apartment once again, “Very you.” he teased.

“What does that mean?” you pretend to look shocked as you hand him two glass plates. “It’s like you all around me.” Simon chuckles. “You’d want me all around you.” you snort, “Oh wait-”

Simon's eyes widened at the sleazy joke. Your hand immediately flies to your mouth in embarrassment. “I didn’t mean-” Simon waves you off, “It’s okay, I wouldn’t mind checking if it's as pretty down there as it is up here.” He sends you a wink as he fixes both of your plates, your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

The next forty five minutes was the two of you flirting back and forth at the dinner table, saying very lewd jokes to each other, Simon making you extremely giddy- his deep brown eyes watching you intently as you went on and on about how a certain coworker.

You both then moved to the living Area, “No shoes on the carpet” You reach your arm across his frame blocking him from entering your lounging quarters. He begrudgingly took each shoe off, “My clothes next?” that earned a little “simon!” from you.

The two of you plop on the couch, Simon slouching while man-spreading and you right next to him, “you’re lucky I didn’t tell you to bring a change of clothes.” he turns his head to you, “why?” “outside clothes on the couch. I’d never let anyone do this, you’re the exception.” you say.

“I could just take them off?” he smirks, “Simon don’t be gross.” you let out a hearty laugh,swatting playfully at Simon's arm. "No funny business on my couch," you warn him with a mock stern expression. Simon raises his hands in surrender, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Alright, alright, I promise to behave," he teases, leaning back against the cushions.

“You’re a sweet girl, you know that?” He raises his large hand to caress your cheek,“I’d like to believe so.” you turn your head to kiss his palm softly, savoring the tenderness of the moment. you lean in to peck his cheek,Lost in your thoughts, you absentmindedly trace circles on Simon's chest with your fingertips. He shifts slightly, his eyes gazing into yours with an intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

"Do you want to see what the inside of my room looks like?" you ask softly as you continue to trace circles on Simon's chest. He raises an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Are you inviting me to your room?" he teases.

You whisper to him, "I think you should follow me!", you make a fake shocked expression that makes Simon let out a cackle "Lead the way," he whispers back, getting up, you make way into your bedroom, going down the very short hallway that leads to your room, Simon's hand on your lower back.

You push open your door, refraining from jumping him the second he passes the threshold, you go to sit on your bed and Simon admires your room for a quick second,"Did you mean what you said in the kitchen?" you question, he looked confused, "about seeing me," you motion past your waist "down there.""Yes," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've been holding out until you felt ready, I wouldn't want to ruin this for you"Simon takes a step closer, his eyes locked onto yours. "But only if you're comfortable," he adds, his voice soft.

"I'm comfortable, are you comfortable?" you look into his deep brown eyes

"I am," he replies, Simon takes another step towards you, bending down so now he's kneeling between your legs, your lips brush against his, a small smile on his lips before he closes his eyes and allows himself to be lost in the softness of your kiss. It's deep and it intensifies, each movement filled with desperation. Without breaking the kiss, Simon's hands slide up your body, groping your breasts and tugging at your blouse, you let out soft moans opposed to Simon's growls and groans.

Simon breaks the kiss,"Go lay on your back" his accent thicker than usual. He starts pulling his shirt off-You obediently peel off your blouse and lie down on your bed, Simon quickly discards his clothes and joins you, "These pants have to go." he pulls your work slacks down with an unnatural ease, leaving you only in your panties and bra, Simon in his boxers. He kisses you again then trails down your body, wet kisses in between the valley of your bust.

His fingers plunge into the cup of your bra, and he pulls you up and out of it, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He kisses you again, his tongue flickering across your lips. You moan softly, savoring the sensation of his touch against your skin.

Simon's hands slide down over your panties, and he tugs them off, leaving you naked. His two large hands rub up and down your inner thighs, causing you to spread your legs wide open for a better view, "Even prettier than I thought." he says as his lips inch closer to your core, you tense up slightly, biting your lip in anticipation.”You're a very dirty man-" your cut off as he leans in and presses his lips against your core, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You let out a loud whimper as his tongue glides against your folds, tasting your wetness for the very first time.

"Oh, God," you moan, thrusting your hips upward. Simon's hands grip your thighs, He pulls back form between your legs, "I need to be inside you.'' He rids himself of his boxers and you can't help but to stare at the man before you, Simon is big. His cheeks and ears red from the adrenaline, he looked so handsome, your hand immediately goes in between you thighs, you rub yourself "Fuck me, Simon. Please," you plead, Simon swats your hand away and guides his thick cock head into your very wet and swollen pussy, pushing in slowly until you're both gasping for breath. His eyes locked onto yours, He starts thrusting, his hips moving in and out, filling you up with every stroke. He grabs your face while he moves in and out of you teasingly slowly, "Look a' me" you whine at his movements. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue intertwining with yours as he continues to thrust into you. You meet his movements with your own, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside you.

"I'm gonna cum Simon," You whimper out as he drills into you harder and faster, "I want to feel you come around me." Simon fixed his gaze on yours and increased his pace, his hips slamming into you with each powerful thrust. "I told you I wanted you all around me didn't I?" Simon growled, his voice low and sensual. "Oh my god i'm gonna cum," you gasp out. His eyes darkened with lust as he felt your walls beginning to tighten around him. "Don't cum in me." you manage to moan out.His movements slow down, but the intensity of them only grows. you can feel his warm breath against your ear, and his voice is low and ragged when he says, "I won't, baby. I promise."

his palms press down on my thighs, spreading my legs even wide, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" Simon moans in reply, his hips bucking, "Oh fuck!" he yells as he pulls out and strokes himself. You watch, breathless and aroused as he speeds up his pace, his muscles tensing, He then lets out a loud groan as he releases his cum all over your sloppy cunt. Simon collapses onto you, panting heavily, his heartbeat pounding against your chest. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, and the sticky warmth of his release between your legs.

You both lay in silence for a second, before Simon lifts himself off of you. “Well that was fun" you breathe, he chuckles and kisses your forehead, "It sure was. who knew you could be so vulgar?" You swat his arm,

"Simon!"

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bloomingjungwon · 3 years

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please write a heeseung college!au !!!! ♡♡

college!au heeseung

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: thank you for requesting! sorry if this is so long, i kind of got carried away and i was kind of inspired by one of my favorite blogger's writing style

major: cinematography (don't ask why, i can just imagine him being so into making motion pictures)

he'd probably minor in like north american or woman studies tbh

i can see him as a really quiet, doesn't involve himself in too many things, kind of student

doesn't really speak up when it isn't needed

but if it's a topic he's really familiar with, you can't shut him up

definitley the type of student to sit in the very front even if the classroom has like a billion seats left open

i also see him as the type to never be in the library, he usually just studies out on the grass or in a very underrated cafe.

lives off of coffee to the point his roomate!jake tells him he smells like coffee 25/8

you know how gym freaks take a shot of like protein powder before their workout? yeah that's him but with ground up coffee beans if he is in a rush and doesn't want to wait for his coffee to brew.

it's kinda funny, you don't know heeseung, and he doesn't know you. but you pass each other almost everyday because you also go to the same cafe as him.

like youre always leaving as he enters and like????

hello how r u not noticing such an amazing human being

but dont worry, ya'll meet some day

you're walking across your campus and the bulletin board catches your attention

amongst all the papers screaming "tutor needed" or "join our club", theres a flier SMACK DAB in the middle

"class do20 presents mini films at flint theatre this friday!"

and like, that peaks your interests

because you've always appreciated people's works

but you're kinda just standing in the middle of the walkway and staring at it , you don't realize someone standing next to you

"are you going to go and watch?"

you nearly jumped out of your skin cause like, who tf just talks to someone without getting their attention first

heeseung does

and now he's just staring at you waiting for an answer

"uh,, yeah seems kind of interesting. why? are you?"

"i have no choice to. i'm a part of it, i just haven't started on my film yet."

.... homie, the show is on friday and it's currently tuesday

silence

no words or expressions are exchanged and you're just staring awkwardly at each other

but in reality, you two are just silently admiring each other's features

"do you want to be a part of my film?"

your blank expression turned into a "wtf" kind of expression

"you want me, a complete stranger, to be a part of your film?"

he proceeds to tell you that it'll be a lot easier for him to work with a stranger since he'd most likely not mess around

because this boy needs to get his assignment done asap

and you kind of hesitate but then you're like "well, fuck it. sure"

and then he smiles. and holy

this guy has one of the most captivating smiles ever and you literally feel your heart stop for a small second

"let's get started today, if that's okay with you?" he suggests

and you agree and tell him you have one more class, but he can meet you at a cafe you're usually at

and now it's his turn for his heart to skip a beat because he's talking to an attractive person who just willingly agreed to help him on his project AND goes to the same underrated cafe???

but before he can say anything.. you're already walking away

and now he's just standing there dumb and love struck

but yeah heeseung is already at the cafe thirty min early while he waits for you, camera out facing the door, waiting for you to enter

catches you on film as you walk inside and he kinda just watches you in awe as you're scanning the room to find where he is

you give him a small smile and wave and in that moment, heeseung knew what title he was giving his film

you take your seat and you're like "so, what would you like me to do?"

and heeseung just asks you to do whatever you would usually do at the cafe

and you're like oh sweet. that's easy.

so you ask him what kind of coffee he wants and when he tells you, you stand up to leave and order coffee

he films everything

from you standing in line awkwardly, you picking at your nails, scrolling through your phone, ordering... literally everything

you come back holding both cups (which of course he films too)

"i usually just do my homework while i'm here, but i don't have a lot today"

"that's fine. you can just do it, and if it's okay, i can ask you questions to get to know you better."

"yeah that's okay with me. i can multitask well. i think."

that earns you a chuckle from him

he angles the camera at the end of the end of the table, focusing on you

and ya'll just do homework together and learn new things about each other

like how you eat pizza with a fork and knife because you refuse to get your hands dirty

which heeseung reacts with "do you need professional help?"

but homie blurts out he lives and breathes off of ramen noodles and his roomate!jake has to restock for him every two days

and you're like.... "you're the one who needs professional help."

and for a couple hours

you guys are just goofing around and talking to each other as if you've known each other for years

homework done, three cups of coffee later, heeseung's camera runs out of battery so he calls it a day

chooses the next location to film

a dog park

so the next day, classes done, you meet him at the dog park, and even brought your dog

films you throwing tennis balls, petting dogs, and even you getting chased by a dog

laughs throughout the whole filming process but then internally regrets it because he notices it could probably be heard in the video

breaks it to you that he has enough content for his project

and lowkey youre kind of sad because you've had fun being around him the past two days but you keep it to yourself

"i'm glad i could help. i can't wait to see it heeseung."

loves the way you say his name and now he's sad too because he doesn't really have an excuse to hang out with you more

so ya'll part ways after saying bye

but it's not some dramatic "i'm never going to see them again"

cause ya'll run into each other again at the cafe the next day

and it's kind of unspoken but ya'll just silently agree to sit down with each other and work on homework

you, reading out of your textbook, and him working diligently on his laptop (shh he's editing his film)

and you kind of steal glances his way and he's just smiling to himself as he works

and that's because he loves the way his film is coming along, and he loves seeing you

because in that moment, you both realize you have feelings for each other

but once again it's unspoken cause you're both scaredy cats

you call it a day and say bye and him back

you guys don't see each other until the night of the film show

and you're like okay i'll tell him i have feelings for him after the show

little did you know, he was thinking the same thing about you

but he's up in the film booth sweating his ass off because he knows you're somewhere in the crowd

and all of a sudden he doesn't want to be there

"what if they don't like me in that way?" "what if they take my video the wrong way?"

internally and externally panics

but before he can grab his cd and break it, the lights turn off and oh shit the show is starting

tbh, the films from the other students were quite interesting and you were enjoying each one

but this uncomfortable feeling was forming in the pit of your stomach

were you anxious? nervous?

idk but you were anticipating heeseung's film

and finally on the screen appeared heeseung's picture and biography

you didn't even notice the smile growing on your face

you thought to yourself, what did he even name his film?

"love through my eyes"

....love??

does heeseung have feelings for me too? or did they switch up someone's film with his??

but nope, there was no switch up

you watched yourself on the screen, from you smiling at him at the first moments in the cafe, to you laughing at his eating habits, and to you being chased by the dog, audibly hearing heeseung's giggles

but you thought it was over until there were more clips of the both of you in the cafe

however, they weren't from the first meeting. the clothes you both were wearing were different

wait, isn't this from two days ago? he filmed us that day?

from a hidden angle, the camera caught you two stealing glances at each other when the other wasn't paying attention.

you looked at him with stars in your eyes, and when you went back to your textbook, he stole glances at you as if your were his entire universe

speechless, the film ended, and with his film being last, the show ended and the lights turned back on

you didn't even applaud, for you ran out of the building immediatley, looking for heeseung

and there he is at the entrance of the theatre just staring at his feet

looks up when you hear him running up to him

"so... the film" he starts

but you don't let him finish because you pull him by the shirt and kiss him

and he's shocked because what the fuck they're kising me?!?!

but relaxes and kisses you back

and yeah, that's how your relationship starts

and expect him to film you at random times

would probably treasure "love through my eyes" and play it as a surprise at your guys' wedding in the future

im crying

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cryingoverafictionalcharacter · 3 years

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George Weasley x Reader

Request: Hi! Could I please request situations #2 & 4 from your prompt list with #7 from the fluffy/funny section with George Weasley? 💗💗💗 @thatdumbbitchxx

2.Truth or dare with a twist

4. AND THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

7. a: “That's going to hurt in the morning” b: “It hurts now actually”

A/N: This sounds so cute! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: FLUFF OH MY LORD THIS IS SOFT, George injury, Swearing, so many commas IDK how to write, slight Angelina x Fred if you squint, I think that’s it!

“You did not convince Mcgonagall to do a prank with you, that’s a straight up lie” Oliver said, crossing his arms in disbelief.

“Its true! She made me promise never to tell, I swear it’s my deepest darkest secret! It would have never worked without her help” Fred said dramatically, making the group laugh.

You and the Gryffindor quidditch team where currently in an enchanted tent on the pitch. It was nearing the end of the semester, and since you were all really close, you decided to spend the night on the pitch to spend some time together. (With Madam Hooch’s permission of course)

“Anyway moving on!” Angelina said loud enough to get everyone's attention. “George, truth or dare”

Now truth or dare with the quidditch team was brutal. The truths were intense, the dares were near impossible, and if you couldn’t complete either, you had to confess a secret about yourself (Fred's being that his ‘best prank’ was actually executed by a professor).

“Dare” He said with a grin.

“All you’ve done are dares!” You complained, making some of the other team mates laugh.

Secretly you were wanting him to choose truth so you could discover if he has a crush on anybody. More specifically you. You have had a crush on the younger Weasley twin for some time now, and it seemed that no matter how many hints you gave, he never seemed to get the hint, only ever treating you as a friend.

Angelina was aware of this, and tried to think of a dare risky enough to make him cave and confess a secret.

“I dare you, to do a backflip on your broom” She said, a grin spread across her face.

“That’s it?” He asked.

“I’m not finished” She replied, causing the other team members to look at each other nervously. “I dare you to do a backflip on your broom, blindfolded”

You glared at her. She was basically saying confess or break your neck, and as much as you wanted to know if George liked you, you weren’t willing to risk him getting hurt. You opened your mouth to protest, but George beat you to it.

“Fine” He said, standing to leave the tent, broom in hand. Angelina's face fell, not expecting to actually agree and you quickly stood to follow him.

“George its a stupid dare, come on we can figure something else out” You practically pleaded, walking alongside the boy.

“What, worried about me Y/L/N?” George responded in a joking tone.

“Yes! I mean, yeah” You shouted before correcting your voice, causing George to laugh.

“It’ll be fine, I have my lucky charm with me” He said smiling at you, causing you to blush a bit.

You reached the middle of the pitch and stopped. You along with the rest of the group stood in a line, watching as George mounted his broom before using his tie to cover his eyes.

“Absolutely brilliant idea Ange” You heard Fred say from beside you, causing you to turn and glare. “What? He’ll be fine, and then you can give him a congratulatory kiss, and maybe a little extr-” You punched his arm, swiftly shutting him up before he rubbed the spot you struck.

“Ouch! Yeesh I’m just teasing, or am I?” He asked smirking

You shook your head and turned your attention to the other red head, your heart pounding in your chest as he took a deep breath and set off on his broom. He started getting higher, going almost vertically before completing the flip, leaving plenty of space between him and the ground. Cheers rang out through the group.

“Absolutely brilliant!” Fred shouted, you cheering and clapping as well.

“Well done George!” You shouted, noticing he was still moving forward a bit fast. “Do you think he-”

You watched as Georges arms flew up in victory, taking off the blindfold just in time to watch as he ran into the middle quidditch goal, knocking him off his broom and sending him to the ground. He wasn’t too far off the ground at this point, but it still looked rough.

“George!” You yelled, sprinting to the other side of the pitch, Fred and Angelina following close behind you.

You ran up to the boy who was now sprawled out on the ground, kneeling beside him to look him over, only to be met with the sound of laughter.

“George what the fuck, you had me worried sick!” You yelled pushing his shoulder, only causing him to laugh harder.

“I’m sorry, but that was wicked” George laughed

“Wicked indeed brother” Fred congratulated as he got closer, reaching out his hand to help George stand.

You quickly stood and watched George got his footing, noticing how he flinched at the action, Fred and Angelina taking notice as well. You opened your mouth to ask if he was ok, but Fred spoke first.

“Say George, you do look a little worse for wear, maybe you should take it easy” He said in a worried tone, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

“He doesn’t seem to bad” Angelina started before looking towards Fred who was now giving her a knowing look, darting his eyes to you, then George. “Actually you know what, better play it safe”

“Should we take him to the hospital wing?” You asked

“Oh no, no need for that, but you should stick by him just in case” Fred said, pushing George to stand next to you.

“Yeah, in fact, you two should share a room! Broom related injuries can flare up at night so Y/n should be there just in case” Angelina said in a feigned serious tone.

The pieces started to click in your head and you glared at Angelina, who was desperately trying to hide her grin.

“Ok, that's absolutely not true, and where would you sleep?” You asked Angelina, trying to get her to give up on her little plan.

“See! You’re so knowledgeable on medical stuff, even more reason to stay with him! As for the sleeping situation, Angelina is more than welcome to bunk with me” Fred said cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“I’m still here you know, and I feel fine” George interrupted

“Of course dear brother, but you may be in shock. Believe me you’re in good hands” Fred said as he slung an arm around Angelina before making their way back to the tent, leaving you and George standing next to each other, wondering what the hell just happened.

After a few moments, you and George snapped out of your stunned silence and started making your way back to the tent, joking about how this was most likely all some big excuse so Angelina and Fred could get together. You continued to joke with each other until you reached the tent, the other members of the group all having disappeared to their own rooms, leaving only one remaining for you and George.

And of course, there was only one bed.

One bed, with George, who you’ve had a crush on since fourth year, who was completely unaware of your feelings.

You were going to kill Angelina

“You know, I feel completely fine so I can just take the floor” George said after a moment, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What, don’t be ridiculous George, if anyone's taking the floor its me” You argued.

“Well I don’t want you to sleep on the floor either, so looks like were sharing” George started, before quickly adding “Unless you’re uncomfortable, because I don’t want you to-”

“George its ok, we’re both adults, it’ll be fine for one night” You said with a humorous tone that you hoped would help hide your nervousness.

“Yeah totally” George replied.

“Great”

“I’m going to get changed” You said

“Me too” He said

“Great”

You left the room and stood outside, face palming yourself. ‘What the fuck is wrong with you’ you mumbled to yourself.

You made your way to the main room, seeing your pajamas were already set out by Angelina, which you were somewhat thankful for. You quickly got changed into your large Tee and some shorts before heading back to the room, hesitating before you walked in.

George was sitting on the edge of the bed, now wearing sleep shorts but his shirt from earlier was still on. He looked up when you walked in, giving you a soft smile before returning his eyes to his hands, which were currently fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“You ok?” You asked, walking further into the room.

“Yeah, yeah I just messed my shoulder up a bit so I’m having trouble getting this off” He mumbled, motioning to his shirt.

“...Can I help?” You asked, sitting next to him.

“You don’t have to, I’ll figure it out I just-” He started,

“George” You interrupted, holding his face in your hands so he would look at you. “Please let me help”

He didn’t respond, just looked at you before letting out a sigh and nodding his head. You moved you hands from his face to the bottom of his shirt, slowly starting to lift it. You let you eyes dart to his exposed skin, before re-focusing yourself. George lifted his arms and your fingers brushed against his back as you lifted the fabric off his body, making his breath hitch.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” You ask, stopping your movements.

“No, no you’re fine” George replied quickly.

“Ok, just let me know if anything hurts” You said before continuing to gently lift his shirt until it it was finally removed.

“Thank you” George said softly, turning to face you but your eyes were glued to the shirt in your hands, too nervous to look him in the eyes.

“Of course” You replied, giving him a quick glance and a smile before returning your gaze to your hands quickly handing him the shirt which he took. “Is your shoulder ok? Because I can go get some ice or-”

You were cut of my Georges hand finding your face, making you look up at him before his lips were suddenly on yours. Shivers ran up your spine, and all you could feel was him, his soft lips on yours, the smell of sweets and fireworks, his warm hand on your face. And then just as soon as it was there, it was gone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, shit I’m sorr-” George started pulling away, but you didn’t let him finish.

You moved your hand to his face and pulled him in to re-connected your lips. His hands moved to your hips and he pulled you onto his lap so you were now straddling him. Once again, you were lost in the kiss, only feeling him. And once again, he pulled away.

“Wait wait hold on, are you kissing me because I ate shit or because you actually like me?” George asked, making you hold back a laugh.

“I actually like you, I have for a while actually” You replied, making a smile spread across his face.

“I’ve liked you for a while as well” He responded, making your eyes widen in shock.

“Seriously? I was giving so many signs and I thought you were never going to catch on, that’s why Angelina tried to get you to confess a secret” You said

“No, Fred started the game to see if he could you to confess a secret” George said, realization suddenly washing over the both of you.

“They are truly evil” You said, almost impressed by their ability to secretly work together.

“True, but I also owe them my thanks” George smiled, re-connecting his lips to yours, poking your sides which made you giggle into the kiss, allowing George to slip his tongue into your mouth.

Ok, maybe Angelina and Fred deserved a thank you.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I wasn’t sure which direction to go with this for a while so that’s why it took so long to post, either way I hope you enjoyed. Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be more Fluffy or smutty, so I left room for a part two if you’d like. Thank you again for the request!

#george weasley #george wealsey imagine #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fluff #george weasley x reader #george weasley fic #george weasley x you #george x reader

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aziraphale-rights · 3 years

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So I listened to the Michael Sheen episode of David Tennant’s podcast, and I was really struck by the story about how Michael first became friends with Neil Gaiman, after Neil heard him defending sci-fi/fantasy during Twilight promotion... and obviously I knew the anecdote already, because it gets passed around fandom, but it just hit slightly differently this time.

What stuck out to me was when Michael complained about the way the journalists seemed to be expecting him to be a bit snobby about the Twilight franchise, even though he was there to promote it - like, they were trying to get him to joke about how it was beneath him really.

And I realised, you know all those GIFs that everyone passes around, of Pobert Rattinson just being #done with Twilight and acting sarcastic about his character at every opportunity?

Those were the same journalists! The same interviews!

And I think... it’s such an interesting example of two different responses to the same situation, in a way that really resonates with me.

It’s so exposing to say what you respect and admire - so much more exposing than it is to say what you dislike. Sometimes it feels better to be a snob. It can be such an easy win to pick holes in things, to point out weaknesses, to prove how much smarter and funnier you are than those people who have created ‘bad’ work. And people will like you for doing it! They’ll feel like you’re part of the same club as them - the club of smarter, funnier people! It will make a great soundbite, and people will share GIFs of you, and remember your funny, witty lines!

But you do have the choice to resist that impulse. You can turn down the invitation to put other people down, even though it might mean somebody will judge you for being involved with ‘bad’ work. You can stick your neck out and declare that something makes you passionate, makes you feel enthusiastic. And if somebody else who hears you is passionate about the same thing, that might just lead to a new connection; and that connection might one day lead into the work that really feels worthwhile to you.

Idk. This is rambly. It’s just that, IRL, I’ve taken refuge in 'pointing out flaws’ so many times, and I’m trying really hard to make the choice to be seen liking stuff. And this felt like a great reminder of why I care about that choice.

#idk whether this is coherent enough to go in the good omens tag tbh #but eh #good omens #michael sheen #takes by me

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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we’ve been mutuals for ages so i thought it was time to ask about your unpopular atla/tlok/kyoshi opinions :D

xD Tbh I feel like my opinions tend to be more controversial with Avatar than unpopular. Obviously I'm open to discussion if anyone wants to have one or if anyone needs clarification on any of these opinions lol. My goal isn't to cause fighting and more discourse but rather open up some discussion. Mostly I'm a to each their own kind of person; even if I don't like a certain ship or agree with certain headcanons I won't be bashing people who do ship/have them. And I don't think that xyz headcanon is wrong just because I disagree with that.

Disclaimers aside lol;

Some of the ones that I know are unpopular for Avatar:

I don't ship Azula/Therapy (there's a lot to get into here and I've done it quite a bit). My bottom line is that I don't mind Azula/Therapy so long as it isn't being used as a means to belittle people who do ship her with other characters. I'm also fine with it in the light that Azula/Character while she's getting therapy or something like that. There's a lot more to it, anyone can feel free to ask for clarification here. But I kind of don't really even see it as a ship so much as a concept. And as a joke I don't really find it that funny as I feel like it takes a very serious topic and makes it sound 'cute' or 'quirky' and that just ain't it for me.

I don't ship Zukka. Tbh I don't really feel strongly about it at all.

I don't ship Mailee either. I've seen quite a bit of Mailee content that is pretty anti-Azula so I tend to just stay away from that. Though I'm down for recs with fic and art that aren't anti-Azula

I don't think that Azula is a lesbian. I feel like she is Bi/Ace or Aro/Ace. Which is probably due to me being aro/ace and wanting some rep lol.

I am very very neutral to Suki. I feel like a lot of people really like her. I think she's just eh. I have no strong opinion on her either which way.

I don't really hate any character. There are some characters I like less/don't find as interesting but I don't really hate any of them.

I do feel kind of bad for Ozai as he was also probably abused as a kid. The reason I don't feel as though he's redeemable though is because he's a grown man who is pretty set in his ways.

Foamy mouth guy isn't funny.

I feel like Katara's power/strength is more in healing than fighting. Like that's her specialty and it kind of bothers me when people downplay that because imo it's refreshing to have a character who is considered great and powerful not because they are the strongest fighter but because they are a great healer and defender. Aang is also a good example of this.

I don't really talk about this much because it really isn't that deep xD but I get confused when people talk about Katara's bloodbending as if she can just do it any time??? Correct me if I'm wrong but she can only do it during a full moon. Amon and his family are the only people who could do it without a full moon. So it kind of bothers me when people just casually toss 'oh Katara could totally kick Azula/Toph/Zuko's ass with bloodbending anytime.'

I like both Azula and Zuko and feel like both of them either get babied or demonized. And that takes away from the complexities of both of their characters.

Iroh isn't completely wise. He has moments where he's not morally correct. And he should have moments like this because it would be unrealistic for him to never do wrong ever.

Kataang vs Zutara is getting really old.

I feel like this fandom can be very hostile to Azula fans and it gets hard to deal with so sometimes I have to just avoid the tag for a while. Idk if this one is an unpopular opinion or if other people feel the same. But then again I've heard that Katara and Aang have also had an influx of hate as well. In general it's just sad to see such cool characters getting talked about in the ways that some people talk about them. I've seen people say that "it's Azula's fault that she's being abused by Ozai" and "Katara needs to shut up about her mom and move on" and "Zuko is whiney and overdramatic." And these statements are just :S Basically I wish that the nice people could start talking over all of the people who just seem to enjoy bashing their least favorite characters more than they like talking about their favorites.

I don't entirely hate the comics. There are aspects of them that I hate but there are also parts that I really enjoyed.

LoK

Not a fan of Suyin. Not just because I like Kuvira but also because of her backstory with Lin. NGL she struck me as kind of a brat.

I'm not a big fan of Opal or Zhu Li either. Like I don't hate either of them but they just aren't my cup of tea.

I liked Tanho from the start.

Meelo is kind of annoying imo.

I don't like Mako at all. He lost me when he cheated on Asami.

Idk if this is unpopular but I didn't really like season 2.

I was kind of disappointed with Kuvira's backstory. I liked aspects of it but I had different expectations.

I don't think that it was a rushed backstory so much as the writers only had like 80 pages per comic to work with. It would have been better if it were in the show or something.

Korra wasn't a bad Avatar. She had her own road blocks to overcome and her own learning to do just like Aang.

I don't really have any for Kyoshi except for maybe that I don't think that Kyoshi is this aggressive murder machine lol.

Again anyone can feel free to discuss. I try to keep an open mind with these types of things.

#avatar the last airbender #azula #zuko #legend of korra #fandom #unpopular opinions

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kurohoely · 3 years

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always (daichi x y/n)

part 2

genre: exes to lovers, slow burn(?) idk how genre works, sfw, daichi!timeskip

wc: 1.2k

a/n: thank you everyone for liking always part 1 TwT i almost cried seeing so many daichi stans reading and liking it. one more part to go! enjoy :D likes and reblogs are highly appreciated :))

part one , part two , part three

Small tears formed in the corner of your eyes. Such a sweet sentiment from someone that you only saw twice a week. There are still good things in this world. It’s always the small things that make people going. You flipped open your computer but then noticed her packing her stuff.

“Ah, Kaori-san. Are you going back home?”

“Yes, y/n-san. I got my work finished early today so I’m heading out. Do you still have a lot of work to do?”

“I’m just gonna finish everything today so I can leave early on Friday. Have a safe trip back home”

And you did stay here, rigorously typing the report and finishing the final touches of your presentation tomorrow. You glanced at the clock, it’s already 9 huh. Just one last push before you get that sweet, sweet week off. You pressed save and backed up everything, turning off your computer. You gather your stuff and start heading down, home. It looks like you were the only one left in the building, with only a few guards and janitors roaming around the halls. As you were about to pass through the auto gates, you noticed the same figure you saw when you took a break. Your breath hitched, pulse drumming inside your veins. It was almost like you forgot how to breathe. You stood at the gate for a while since he hasn’t noticed your presence just yet, gathering your scattered courage. You want to get out, away from him before your body follows what your heart wants. But before your body could even follow your mind, Daichi moved first, picking up the pace as he walked to you, as if he heard what your heart wanted.

“Hey y/n”

“Hey Sawamura, are you looking for someone?”

It pains Daichi that you used his last name. You made it very clear to him that whatever you both had was over, just how he wanted but somehow, it didn't feel right. After these months being away and not having you by his side felt so foreign, it was as if he was a void, an empty shell. His emotions went numb. He relies on his brain to function, keeping him alive but beyond that, he shuts off. Everything went stagnant, stale. Now, you’re in front of him again but he couldn’t reach you. He wants you. He needs you. He wants to fix whatever it is between you and he knows he has to do it now. He fumbled his fingers before speaking up again, shifting his gaze straight into your eyes. You felt a loud thump in your heart.

“Umm no, actually... I was waiting for you”

“Why? Did I leave anything at your place?”

“No! You didn’t unfortunately… I just wanted to come by and see… you know, how you're doing and… stuff…”

“That's nice Sawamura but I think you should focus on your girl now. Don't want her to think we’re up to something. I gotta go now, it's been a long night.”

“Yeah, it's pretty late already. Are you okay with me accompanying you back home?”

“It's okay Sawamura. Drive safely okay?”

You walked past him, towards the parking lot. Why? Why are you still the sweet person you are, just as how he remembers it? Your warmth was like the morning sun, embracing him at his most vulnerable state. Home. He wants to pull your figure into his embrace, flushing into his built. He wants that warmth to dissipate into him. Make him feel alive again. What did go wrong in your relationship? Before he could even try to pull back the memory, he was struck again by your words. Her. Who is her? Daichi swore he is not drunk and pretty sure that there's not yet a her now. He whipped his head in your direction but your shadow was long gone.

The long-awaited week off finally arrived. You started the day by cleaning up your house, airing up everything. Pillows, mattress, your plushies. Doing chores always make you feel productive, jamming through the blasting speakers of your “heads boppin walkin alone” playlist. You tried a new breakfast recipe that you saw on Tik Tok and turned out really good. The weather is so good today, it felt like a waste if you spend time indoors. You washed up quickly, you stared at your wardrobe, thinking what outfit of the day you should try now. Pushing one hanger at a time, you saw the sundress that Daichi bought for you. A knee-length dusty sage sundress, with pleated around the skirt area, v-lined, and half-arm length sleeves. Slipping into your white sandals, you grabbed your bag and headed out to your favorite bookstore. One whole week of doing nothing might as well pick up a new book.

You passed through the antique, small indie coffee shop that Daichi found while he was doing his morning runs. You stare through the display window, laughing to yourself. Wouldn't it be funny if Daichi was here? You let yourself into the shop. At this moment, you truly believe you hold the power to jinx yourself when it comes to Daichi. It’s the second time the universe loves seeing you suffer. He was there with his training jacket and shorts. Sweats were still visible on his sideburns. His coffee almost slipped from his grasp when he saw you, but what surprised him more - he saw you in the dress he bought. His heart felt a live pulse, a too-familiar feeling growing inside him.

“Hey y/n”

“Hey Sawamura”

“Fancy meeting you here”

“Yeah, I came here to pick up a new book from the old bookstore”

“Oh, nice. You’ve always been a reader”

An awkward chuckle escaped your lips. Oh, how you wished you had the power to fast-forward time. The tension between you could cut slice anything that comes into your space. Daichi chose to break the silence.

“Hey y/n, I know it’s a bit too early but are you free ton-. Sorry”

His ringtone caught his attention. He still used the old ringtone that you set for him. It made you soft and blushed a little. Daichi swayed his hands towards his back pocket, swiping through to pick up whoever’s calling. You swore you heard a small devil whisper inside you, wishing whoever called Daichi, their pinky gonna meet every corner they can get. Your heart almost stopped beating when you heard a woman's voice through the grills. Your gut feeling was proven more after you saw Daichi’s smile. You snapped back yourself back into the harsh and cruel reality. Enough is enough. You need to move on. Daichi already did it. What's stopping you?

While Daichi was busy answering his call, you took your coffee and went straight back home. Just as he hung up, he was greeted by your trailing dust. He missed his chance twice to have a proper conversation with you. Is fate trying to test him or is there something else that it wants to tell? Either way, he knows he shouldn’t give up, just as his feelings never did. Especially after the two unexpected meetings with you, he knows at least this - you haven’t yet rejected his existence near you. He cupped his face, gathering all ideas to have a longer, more open conversation with you, hoping you would still feel the same. He wished hard for a slight amber within your heart that he could reignite it and start anew, fresh new pages with you. He texted you as soon as he exited the shop, guessing by now you have his number unblocked.

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pluviophile-bookworm · 3 years

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High School Musical: The Musical: The Series: The Rewatch pt.3

Ok, full disclosure: I should not be doing this right now. But I've been thinking about it since yesterday and, well, I reckon I can go over 1x4 and 5, and then move on to my actual work. So here we are. I'm really, really excited for these two, so without further ado, I'll dive right into:

1x4: It's hard to believe that I couldn't see... the majority of what happens in this episode when I first watched it

Why is Nini such a pro at making a scene with whoever her current boyfriend is in the middle of a public place? I mean, I get it that she's upset about EJ going through her phone — who wouldn't be — but maybe - and this is just a friendly suggestion — she could try and discuss that in private, not start a shouting match within view of all their classmates. Just saying.

'Ricky would never steal my phone' — well, perhaps not, but he's not quite above deleting stuff from it, either... I wonder if whoever is writing this show knows that there are many other ways to make a relationship unhealthy... it's not funny anymore. Just repetitive.

Ahhh Natalie and her emotional support hamster! At least there's one good thing about this scene.

Sure, Ricky, blame Big Red for the fact that you misplace your stuff... a very nice best friend he's got, indeed.

Gosh, everything is so awkward and there is just so much tension all over the place — Ricky's parents, then EJ and Nini, and then Carlos just being oblivious to the fact that they just broke up... you know, that last part just made me laugh. And then Ricky's reaction to his parents legally separating just broke my heart. That boy's been through too much.

Big Red being completely clueless about theatre terms is super funny and endearing, but let me just put myself in his shoes for a sec. He's followed his best friend into a badly thought-out scheme to get back together with his ex, got dragged into joining the crew, and is now expected to know what everything is. I would not put up with that... ok, who are we kidding, I'm a massive pushover and would put up with anything, but my point is... he shouldn't have to. At least people are doing the bare minimum to help him learn and nobody's laughed at him for not knowing. That's the good thing about this crew.

Ok, so I have posted about my thoughts of their take on What I've Been Looking For before, back when the episode was brand new, so I won't go into detail about that. In short, I think they've got the arrangement all wrong considering that it is a plot point in the original movie, but... the execution is funny. The scene is about Nini and EJ's post-breakup tension and it shows. I just kind of wish now Miss Jenn had pulled Nini out and put Gina in, even just for this rehearsal — and I might or might not be saying this as a Portwell shipper.

Miss Jenn is done with the students' personal drama and honestly, I'm right behind her. These kids are being completely unprofessional — and well, I realise that we can't expect them to be professional at this stage, but... they could at least try to concentrate on rehearsal and not their personal lives for a second.

Ricky hugging a cushion is my spirit animal. That's it, that's the comment.

Ahhh the tension between EJ and Gina though... 'around here seniors don't follow sophomores' — well, we'll see how it goes, Mr. Senior.

What gives Nini the right to shout at strangers about their relationship? I am honestly so frustrated with her these days. Wonder why I never was during season 1. The reasons are all there.

'He loves you' — yeah, like a little sister, he does. Also, Ash is so precious, always trying to see the good in other people. EJ 1.0 is so lucky he had her as an example.

Ok, I'm not going to go into what an amazing best friend Big Red is because we all know that (plus I'm saving it for a certain scene in 1x5), but this must be so hard for him. I mean, he's trying his absolute best to help Ricky feel better and distract him from his problems, and Ricky is turning everything down. I mean, I guess I understand where he's coming from too, but I'm unable to look at things through the lead-centric lens alone anymore. I'm more aware of non-lead characters now (some more so than others) and this is putting a whole new spin on my perception of everything that happens.

I've got no idea how Big Red can sleep with all this noise, though. I could never. But to each their own.

'perfect on paper' — that's EJ 1.0 to a T. I've got to give Nini that.

Ricky wearing the pride t-shirt... we love to see it.

See, this is why I keep forgetting why I ever shipped Rini and then remembering again... their chemistry is just so on-again-off-again, and here it's definitely present, but I just need a couple with consistent chemistry, you know. Hey, isn't that kind of what All I Want is about? Kind of. I don't know. I've been unable to listen to that song ever since it got big irl. I have this... problem with media that becomes popular and mainstream... I mean, I never hold a grudge against things just for being popular, but I just... relate to underrated stuff much easier. Not because it's underrated, but it just so happens that nearly everything I like and relate to is underrated in some capacity. Even HSMTMTS itself — it's practically unheard of here in Bulgaria, so I would not have found it if I hadn't been looking for it specifically. Ok, this comment got derailed several times. I guess I'll just stop here and move right on to 1x5 at this point.

1x5: A bedazzled tablecloth, a perfectly balanced unicycle and bad reception at the barn... not the perfect ingredients, but they can still... Work This Out

'Miss Jenn says that's a life in the arts... well, that and almost constant unemployment' — alright, I know this line is not supposed to be funny, and that it's a painful reality for a lot of people, but... maybe it's the delivery. I just laugh every time.

See, this is what I mean when I say I want to see consistent chemistry — Seblos have it. I mean, I really don't want to jinx things, but... they do.

Big Red seems to be in a more... outspoken mood today, I guess you could say. Too bad Ricky is still shutting everything he says down. Seriously, Big Red and Seb should start a club for people who try their best to be there for their loved ones and still keep being shushed.

I might be super frustrated with nearly everything Nini says and does (can somebody please tell me why that is?), but... flushing her dress down the toilet? Major mood.

Listen, I love Miss Jenn and that she's close to her students, but... emerging from a toilet cubicle and inviting herself to Kourtney and Nini's girls' night was... Will Shuester level of questionable.

Ricky being the mature one about his parents separation is... I mean, it's admirable, but how did he move past the impending depression of last episode and towards being the one who tells his dad to get up and move on? Well, I mean, good for him. But I think the issue is far from buried yet.

'Friend of the year'? Ricky? I don't think so. First of all, if he were, he'd know that Big Red does not have two left feet. Wasn't it you, Ricky, who was stumbling over the steps in HSM a couple of weeks ago? You're one to talk. Plus Big Red's been listening and trying to help while you've just been spouting off about your personal problems for... how long has it been now? I get it, Ricky has issues that he needs to work through, but he's almost legally blind in both eyes when it comes to Big Red.

Ok, but Ricky is the epitome of 'cannot solve his own problems but has a suggestion on how everybody else should solve theirs' in this episode. Maybe take a step back and listen to your own advice?

'My parents think I'm bonding with the livestock' — I've got no idea why I find this line so funny, but I do. And I've got so much love for this entire scene. Carlos' reaction to Seb's response to his invitation is just... the most adorable thing ever! My heart might just burst. Especially given what we're about to go through tomorrow in 2x10... I am. Not. Ready.

The entire karaoke scene just reminds me of... pretty much every extended family reunion on my mum's side. Her cousins love karaoke and are also completely tone-deaf. I love it that they're able to have fun with it, but my ears are still recovering from my great aunt's birthday party two years ago.

'When did you become Nini?' — Why does Mr. Mazzara know so much about his students' dating lives? I mean, Miss Jenn does, too, but he doesn't strike me as someone as invested in them as her. Idk, it just struck me as kind of weird.

'I didn't agree to photos' — please, EJ, I'm sure you'll want memories from your first fake-dating gig with Gina... once you're no longer fake-dating, you know. Boy, these two are going to have stories to tell to their grandchildren.

I've said some stuff about Nini, but... 'a bedazzled tablecloth' is the funniest description I've heard for Gina's homecoming dress.

'Maybe it's not actually about you at all.' Yeah, you tell him, Reddy! Ricky needs to get over himself.

The way Big Red sniffs out the drama, though... I was not-so-randomly reminded of that moment in 2x9 where Seb was like Carlos. and Big Red was like, 'Are you guys fighting?'...

Big Red doing a comedic lip-reading of Gina and EJ's dramatic scene is absolutely hilarious. I might or might not have sold my heart and soul to him after seeing that scene for the first time. But I just remembered how he said earlier that maybe he can't read lips and that just makes this 100% funnier — he was basically like a child who can't read yet making up a story based on the pictures in a book, and I mean it in the best way possible. He's a theatre dark horse, this one, and they should all be intimidated — or inspired, whatever they choose — by his hidden talents. Gosh, I love this guy. But can you blame me?

'You think I'm actually going to confide in you?' — Absolutely. You can't bully someone from your position of authority over them and then act like you're their friend. I do know now that Mr. Mazzara has hidden depths, but he had no right to be as rude to Carlos as he was in 1x3. He was right about one thing, though — Carlos doesn't need a dance partner to dance.

Ricky saying he was going to apologise to Gina and counting that as an apology is giving me major TJ/ Buffy flashbacks. I wonder why that is... * sarcasm *

Nini feeling like a fraud makes me actually sympathise with her for a second. But I feel like Nini's flaw of defining herself through boys and Ricky in particular has been addressed one time too many now, since it was first addressed here in this episode. If they make her and Ricky get back together again in season 2, I will riot. [side note: I feel like the Born to Be Brave scene says a lot about both Rini and Seblos as couples. Nini and Carlos both feel, in the moments leading up to the song, like they are incomplete without their partners. Ricky, too, has built his personality entirely around Nini at that time (and is still not completely over that in s2). And then the song comes in to remind them that they don't need a partner to be happy. I'm just thinking of Big Red's 'perfectly balanced unicycle' comment from the promotional materials, and of how he and Ashlyn, even when they're dating in s2, are never portrayed as being incomplete without each other. I guess there's a reason why they're the Beta Couple of the show — their relationship drama is nearly non-existent, and when it does exist, it's just caused by them caring too much about each other. Every other couple on the show should learn from them.]

Everybody supporting Carlos during the Born to Be Brave number just warms my heart so much... I am actually crying real tears. And then the end, when Seb finally shows up, right in time for the slow dance... I have a lot of feelings about this scene.

Seblos' dialogue here still kind of makes me cringe a little... but like, in a good way.

Yikes... Miss Jenn's getting into trouble... I mean, it was bound to happen sooner or later. But she's lucky she's had enough time with her students for them to love her enough to fight for her. Still, this is a topic for another episode, and so I won't expand on it in this post.

Well, that's it. That was 1x4 and 5. Those were pretty much my favourite episodes when season 1 was airing. And I can definitely see why, even if my views on some things have changed due to stuff that happens later. But, as I constantly say, that's what rewatches are for. In other words, 'once more, with feeling this time' as my choir director used to say.

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts: the rewatch #nini salazar-roberts #ricky bowen #gina porter #ej caswell #ashlyn caswell #ashlyn moon caswell #big red redonovich #carlos rodriguez #seb matthew smith #kourtney greene #hsmtmts miss jenn #hsmtmts mr mazzara #rini #seblos #redlyn #portwell #jnk

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inkaos · 2 years

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A Memory

so yeah I suddenly wanted to write this and idk what to say lmao

Kairavi sighed as she finally fell on her bed. Unpacking her stuff had taken almost the entire day and now she could see the sun staring at her as if judging her life choices or perhaps it was just her own workaholic self. She had just left her last job and had decided to take a break. However, she had just pushed aside the thought as a flimsy fantasy till she heard her mother mention that the old house of theirs was going to be up for rent next week and although they had got it cleaned, someone needed to do a bit of dusting before someone moved in.

Kairavi did hate cleaning but that was perhaps a small price to pay for a week of peace.

And thus here she was, lying on the bed with her legs dangling along the edge as she stared up at the roof listlessly. She almost felt guilty for relaxing although it was exactly what she was there for. Yet, her arms ached with the effort of the day and before she knew it she had drowned in dreams.

Although she had regretted the visit at the beginning, now Kairavi was absolutely convinced she had made the best decision she could. She could go for walks, read whenever she wanted and had even taken up the piano after eight years. It was one such quiet day while she played the piano with her window wide open when something curious happened. The sun had almost set and the streetlights were flickering as if blinking lazily before waking up. A young girl of around ten years suddenly stopped outside her house and slid a piece of paper in the letterbox before running back the way she came.

Kairavi was rather taken back when she saw the girl because somehow she felt eerily familiar. Her mind suddenly went silent as if afraid of the memories the girl had stirred up.

'I'm probably just overthinking this. It's probably just a prank', she shook her head and went outside to get the letter. What she read however froze her. It was a torn page with a child's scribbled handwriting on it.

Remember me? I remember you. I've waited for you for years.

P.S: I don't blame you :)

Just a few lines were enough to make Kairavi almost fall, she clenched the wall beside her and crumpled the page before throwing it away as if it was on fire. What did she mean by waiting for years? Blame? No, it couldn't be that. She kept repeating to herself that it wasn't true and that it must have been just a prank. That's the funny thing about humans, they'll close their eyes and lie to themselves for their sanity.

The night was definitely different from the rest and all Kairiavi could do was try to comfort herself over the fact that she was leaving in two days anyway. Her thoughts that night kept straying towards that girl like moths. No matter how much she swatted them away her mind couldn't resist the fire. Flashes of long dead days and the two of them as children running through the small town's streets kept crossing her mind. Between the happy and nostalgic flashes were those memories of that dreaded day.

The day they never saw each other again.

The sun however had no such worries that concern those in mortal confines and when dawn struck it was there just like everyday with his army of lazy clouds. Kairavi had barely slept last night and was determined to find and meet that child if only to erase her doubts that her mind kept flinging towards her. Yet, wherever she went she was faced with confusion. Nobody knew the child and no one had seen any kid around her age in the neighbourhood. By the time evening struck, she felt even worse for going around and looking for that child. Reality was cruel and only imposed the belief that it was perhaps just a trick of her mind.

Yet the young girl in her floral dress stopped by again and before Kairavi could take a picture, she was gone. At last, her curiosity won over her fear and once again she checked the letterbox.

Can I meet you? Beneath the drunk tree tomorrow morning, I'll wait.

I know you're scared but will you trust me?

Kairavi was absolutely frustrated. Someone who died years back wasn't supposed to be sending you letters every evening. However she was now considering going to the drunk tree. The tree they had named after watching it lazily sway with the winds.

The girl's question-will you trust me?-kept ringing in her head. She had to trust her. The last time she hadn't they had never met again. They had fought that day and she had refused to believe her. What felt like a minor inconvenience right now had felt like the end of the world at that time and they had for the first time ever, refused to talk to each other.

Yet fate had with her long thin cruel hands, taken the young girl away that very night into the endless abyss humans prefer to call death. It ended suddenly, as all things lovely do. Fate listens not to mortal whims and when Kairavi cried she remained motionless. It had nothing to do with her, the sudden retreat of the girl, yet Kairavi couldn't help but blame herself. Guilt is perhaps the only knife that scars the wielder and no one else.

Kairavi snapped back to the present and realised she had been crying. No, she would absolutely not cry now. If the letter was true then she would be foolish to not go and if it was indeed a twisted prank, then this tale would end forever.

And thus she went the next day, determined to find out the truth. Her instincts told her to return and forget anything had ever happened yet her body moved on its own, as if a falling leaf being pulled by the earth itself. She walked through the lonely streets that morning until she reached the drunk tree.

The young girl was there, dressed in the same floral dress, waving to her and for a moment Kairavi felt she had somehow gone back to the past. No, she wouldn't cry. She would absolutely not drown in her grief today. If she had been actually given a chance, she would very well own it.

Sunlight peeked through the clouds and saw the young girl and an older woman sitting side by side and talking as if they were long lost friends. They talked and laughed till they could see nothing but the other and finally they stood up. The years of guilt and burden Kairavi had carried suddenly felt imaginary and although she would never meet her friend again, instead of grief, it was a sort of calm that held her heart.

'I don't blame so please remember me, will you?', the girl asked Kairavi and she nodded back smiling softly. The drunk tree suddenly swayed and showered them with leaves forcing Kairavi to close her eyes. When she finally opened them, her friend had vanished forever.

#writing #short story #lmao this girl is creeeepy #drunk tree is me btw #writeblr #random writing #writers on tumblr #writersociety #my writing #I'm supposed to be studying #tsk tsk dead friend got no chill #you could say..marre ja rhi hai milne ke liye

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lollybliz · 4 years

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bout to make a Monster of a fic rec post here we go

heyo @jinx108! We’ll start with the complete ones because sometimes you’re just not in the mood to wait for the last chapter, you know? I don't remember details of all of these so i’m just going to copy the author’s summary rather than write my own. I am literally just going through my bookmarks, I got 400 of these to sort through. if ive talked to or am familiar with the author im gonna mention them, but if I mention you and you don't want me to have Please tell me and i’ll remove it.

If you’re not into spoilers Please Tread Carefully, I don't watch out for that stuff so I wont know to label it

1>Crushing Truth by Bunzuku: Tododeku. “Romance is hard enough for a teenager to understand when they have a good relationship role model. For Shoto, it takes two excited meddlers for him to even realize what his feelings really are.“

2>Disowned by b00mgh: tododeku + others. Unrated, some traumatic elements. “Shouto freaks out under a bridge and I use the word "grass" a lot more than I really should. Izuku does his stupid martyr thing and everyone makes continuous references to his propensity to break his bones. Aizawa goes "oh FUCK my kids are dying again" and his students use him as emotional (and physical) support. A friend requests angst, I say what kind, she say idk make someone get disowned and i say oh this I can absolutely provide my good buddy.”

3>cotton candy hands by @chonideno: Kiribaku. I will take Any excuse to rec this fic, its the most fluffy pile of feels Good Lord. also the first fic I ever bound into a physical book. “Studying to become a hero requires knowing how to take care of yourself. Sometimes you might need help on the way so if your crush offers to do your hair for you or to give you a well-deserved back rub, it'd be stupid to say no. A series of soft vignettes in which a love-struck Kirishima and a touch-starved Bakugou care for each other and it's definitely not making their hearts jump through hoops, they’re never this close to kissing, no, they're totally best friends bro“

4>Catching Sight of the Storm by neo7v: Kiribaku, tododeku. A considerable amount of Whump and related angst, and kinda sad tbh. “Blind. Quirkless. Useless.The first two things were stated clearly by the doctor that sat about five feet in front of Izuku. The third was a word that Kacchan called him everytime he failed to make the jump on whatever forest excursion they were on or when he ran into a tree because he hadn’t seen it. “I’m so, so sorry, Izuku.” Was his mom giving up on him already? But he could still be a hero if he tried hard enough, right? Quirkless or not. Blind or not. Just because Izuku was useless now didn’t mean he would stay that way forever, right? *** A Blind!Izuku AU”

5>Yell Heah by fakecharliebrown: Chatfic. M a n y pairings. technically complete, but part of an ongoing series. “Iida creates a group-chat for Class 1-A. It doesn't go as planned.“

6>Sunshine by Rosey_Note: BIG SAD. tw- failed suicide attempt. KiriKamiBaku. “They didn't deserve to put up with his crappy mood. Because Denki Kaminari did not feel like Sunshine right now. And they deserved sunshine. In fact, Denki didn't feel much of anything right now.“

7>Electric Connection by Onlymostydead: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk has always had... Weird side affects. Like his ADHD. And his constant energy. And his insomnia, which wouldn't leave him be right now, when he really needed to just get some sleep. But, thankfully, he has good friends.“

8>The Best (The Worst) by Onlymostydead: no romantic pairing. tw- rampant transphobia, both outside and internalized. “Bakugou Katsuki has known who he was since he was four years old. He was a boy, it was as simple as that. Around his friends, at school... But things couldn't just be that simple, could they?“

9>Lichtenberg Figures by Q_loves_you: no definite romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki has a very powerful force of nature running through his body. Kaminari Denki doesn't want to hurt anybody. He doesn't always get what he wants, and "anybody" does generally include himself.“

10>Eventuality by KikaTouka: ill be honest I don't remember this one at all, I maaaay not have read it yet :/. anyway. ShinKami. “Shinsou learns more than just hero lessons after being transferred to 1-A.“

11>Pickup Lines for the Soul by MustardSoup: ShinKami. “Denki is twelve when he is flicking through the TV channels and lands on an old RomCom movie about soulmate marks – specifically the same type that he has. “I can’t believe I’ve had to walk around with a cheap pickup line written on my ankle my entire life because of you!” The leading lady yells at the leading man as he stares at her in awe. Denki laughs. “Oh no.” His mother says, watching him. “Oh no, indeed.” His sister repeats quietly.“

12>caught in my own web by @anxioussailorsoldier: ShinKami. “Shinsou needs some help after getting caught up in his capture weapon. Kaminari enters from stage left.“

13>not so summer love by nataliya: ShinKami. “Class 2-B’s common room, although typically quiet, was currently filled with five students—three slowly giving up on homework, one bitching about noise and another that rushes through the front door. “We’ve been waiting for you—” Mina starts, but Kaminari’s vaulting over the back of the couch, eyes wide as he practically buzzes out of his skin, emitting light like crazy as currents dazzle across strands of hair. “I have a big ugly crush,” He steps off the couch and onto the coffee table, much to Bakugou’s chagrin, “On big ugly Shinsou.””

14>Blamed by coldandhotsoba: ShinKami. Tw- they fuckin kill a guy and its a lil nasty. “This was not how the day was supposed to end. They were supposed to end the day like they do most nights. Kaminari clutching onto him like a koala as he slept, wrapped in the millions of tacky blankets Kaminari had bought. Warm and safe in their bed. It was not supposed to end with both of them tied up in some cold metal room.“

15>Lightning Scars by Present-Mics-Scream (write_your_way_out): Shinkami. “It's hard to be confident in your abilities when you're surrounded by people with incredible quirks. Shinsou Hitoshi would know better than anyone. Sure, he was admitted to the hero course in his second year, but being admitted to the hero course, and keeping up with the rest of the class are two different things. Lucky for him, Kaminari is there to prove that the flashiest quirks come with the largest drawbacks.“

16>See No Evil, Hear No Evil by randomfan188: no romantic pairing. “Kaminari Denki is legally blind. When he forgets to wear his contacts and breaks down during math class, comfort appears in the strangest of ways.“

17>how not to enjoy the weather, an article by kaminari denki by dreamtowns: no defined romantic pairing. “If there was one thing Kaminari hated the most in a world wth villains, it would have to be thunderstorms.“

18>”Studying” by emmyrox22: ShinKami, EraserMic. “Shinsou and Kaminari have been “studying” together for a while (but not for school). Shinsou gets stopped by his dads on the way to another “study” session and mistakes are made“

19>Weaknesses by sunflowerstorm: ShinKami. “Kaminari's quirk and storms compliment each other in the worst way, but he's convinced he can deal with it on his own... until he really can't any longer. When Shinsou accidentally overhears Aizawa confronting Kaminari about recent changes in behaviour and hears about the hell his quirks been putting him through, he can't just pretend he never heard. He wants to help.“

20>it’s hurt denki hours by memeingfultrash: ShinKami + others. ““Certain members of our class are...under the impression that...you’re the traitor.” Denki’s body went cold and felt like he was going to short circuit. ~some of class 1a believes that denki is the traitor and avoid him”

21>Petition to replace Mineta with Shinsou- (signed by Kaminari Denki) by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami + others. This is one of my favorites, I go back to reread it from time to time. It SAYS 41/42, but that's just a glitch cus chapter 36 doesn't exist for some reason, I talked to the author about it and its fine. “Mineta brings shame to the color purple. You know who does not bring shame to the rich color, but pride and sexual tension to one infatuated Kaminari Denki instead? Shinsou Hitoshi, aka sexy zombie man, aka the most perfect hunk of a man to walk planet earth, aka future husband. Shinsou has finally gotten his chance to prove himself to the hero course, and he did more than prove himself. The only question left unanswered is whether he will start in A or B, and how Kaminari can manipulate the end result.“

22>How to Get a Boyfriend (in Four Easy Steps!) by e1ana: ShinKami, EraserMic, + others. “Step 1: Get kicked out of the house by your homophobic parents. Step 2: Run headfirst into your brooding, mysterious crush. Step 3: Sleep in his dad’s (see: your homeroom teacher) house Step 4: Watch everything you thought you knew go to shit. This isn’t exactly the sweet, romantic plan that Kaminari Denki longed for. Will everything be ok, or will step 5 be to crash and burn?“

23>Bakugou and Todoroki’s Foolproof 5-Step Plan to Fuck with Mineta Minoru by Anubis_2701: Kiribaku, TodoDeku, + others. This is another one of my favorites, and the one I am currently folding and sewing into a physical book. you learn how to do funny things when bored and quarantined ig. “It was a simple enough idea; screw around with the resident bastard of Class 1-A to let him know that his medieval ways and perverted behaviour weren't going to be tolerated by even the most career-focused of UA's students. To say that things had snowballed was an understatement. Todoroki had no idea how he had ended up sitting on Bakugou's floor at 1 am, holding a dossier of incriminating material that would make the FBI slobber, but he wasn't sure he wanted to know. The long and short of it was, fuck Mineta.”

24>Colour Theory by chancellorxofxtrash: TodoBakuDeku. this one’s a series. “Midoriya/Bakugo/Todoroki slow burn soulmate AU. All three of them are nerds with their own emotional issues, trying to navigate their way through becoming heroes, and their own relationship with each other.“

25>Summer Sunshine by Mara97: TodoDeku. Ever want a Barbie in a mermaid tale/Bnha crossover? No? well here you go anyway! “Instead of worrying about college, Izuku spends his summer vacation finding out his father is, supposedly, a dead merman king and going on a quest to dethrone the current king, Endeavor. Along the way, Izuku becomes close to the three journeying with him, makes friends with strangers, starts crushing on an unattainable prince, and, in the end, learns to love himself. Oh, and he saves a kingdom, too.“

26>The snowflakes on our skin and the flames in our soul are one (and the same), my love by missunderstuffyou: TodoDeku, Kiribaku. this is one of the ones I keep a running reread comment going on. its at,,, 6, atm. “Before your quirk begins to present itself, the soulmate link comes through, and suddenly whatever you write upon your own skin appears on the body of your soulmate. As your soulmate writes to you, the emotions they feel follow through the ink.Izuku Midoriya is four years and a few months old when he first feels the slight ebbing in his arms. It doesn’t hurt… he can just feel something, and it’s enough to make him sprint into his mother’s arms screaming that his quirk is coming. She had been washing in the kitchen, and the sudden screech as her son rockets into her side is enough to make her jump with panic, immediately grabbing at him and looking for cuts and bumps before she understands his words and the stupidly bright, alight smile on his face with large, watery, hopeful eyes. Shoto Todoroki doesn’t feel his soulmate connection open up. It is drowned in the aches of a small body worked far too hard.“

27>It was dark inside the closet by Chad_Champion69420: Pre-ShinDeku? maybe? its tagged shindeku but like. it’ll make sense if you read it. “Midoriya is invited to a party. He and Shinsou decide to play a little trick on the rest of the party during Seven Minutes in Heaven.”

28>how to woo your local trash gremlin: a comprehensive guide by Todoroki shouto by wonhaebunny: TodoBaku. this is the fic that dragged me into todobaku, fun fact. “five times shouto tries to confess to bakugou, and one time he doesn't bother tryingaka: wikihow is a scam and bakugou is a terrible, terrible boy“

29>top ten photos taken right before disaster by Shookspeare: ShinDeku. “Izuku participates in a harmless prank, only to end up ruining it and running for dear life.“

30>Secrets to Share by pechebaie: no definite romantic pairing. “Kirishima comes out first, and nothing changes. Kirishima and Kaminari still hang out to complain about class and talk about boys - and sometimes girls, too, in Kaminari’s case; he still plans stupid pranks with Sero that get them sent to the principal’s or nurse’s office every time; Ashido still kicks his ass at Mario Kart without hesitation; and Bakugou doesn’t get angry at him any more than he usually does.“

31>What One Hides by Pinalinet: TodoDeku. “All Might gives class 1-A an unusual assignment that results in Midoriya Izuku and Todoroki Shouto attending a weekly acting class. But with a mysterious villain targeting individuals without Quirks, and a developing issue of Todoroki's own, an after-school assignment is the least of their worries.“

32>whether or not we’re fated, we’re meant to be by juurensha: KINDA SPOILERY. TodoDeku + others. “Todoroki didn’t have a soulmark for most of his life.His siblings all did, but up until the day of the U.A. entrance exam, he had shoved the idea aside. It’s not like they could help him anyway. And then a 9 appears on his chest, and a green-haired boy barrels into his life with a fire and ice soulmark on his arms, and suddenly Todoroki cares very much about all this could mean.”

33>The Midnight Shift by meiishu @meiishu @totallytodoroki (idk which you’d rather I attach so I went with both): ShinKami. ““Hey Toshi,” Denki says, and he laughs, clearly embarrassed. He’s got on a jean jacket that did him absolutely no help and a white tee shirt that is currently stuck to his torso. It’s got a pikachu design in the center. “By any chance, do you sell umbrellas?” “You really went out in this weather.” Hitoshi deadpans, instead of dignifying that with an answer. or hitoshi works the midnight shift at the gas station, which also doubles as a pokestop for pokemon go. of course, denki is a regular.”

34>Rock the House by AkabaneKayo: ShinKami. “It wasn’t just his bed. It was his entire fucking room shaking. Only one thought crossed his mind at that moment: “Holy shit. My room is haunted.”“

35>Technically, they’re morning kisses by CharaTheQuartz: ShinKami. “Most nights, Shinsou cannot fall sleep. Neither can Kaminari. It seems counterproductive to have a sleepover then, but they try to make it work. And they fail, but that is okay.“

36>someone to call mine by nearly_theyre: ShinKami, EraserMic “From: Me wish you were here, denks From: kitten 💛💘💛 what if i was tho? OR Four times Denki snuck into Hitoshi's room and one time he walked through the front door.“

37>Pretty by Onlymostydead (noticing some repeat authors? me too): no definite romantic pairing. “(Or, Kaminari still can't figure out bra clasps.) Kaminari has never really felt good about himself. Herself? Whichever way, not knowing doesn't make anything easier. Especially when he (she?) and Mina have their bodies swapped during training, and everything seems too right.“

38>If I offer you my hand, will you take it? by bleukitsune: Kiribaku. SPOILERY. ““Why?” Kirishima leaned back on his hands, trying to create some space between them. Too close. The ash-blond looked really nervous, his usually arrogant and cunning demeanor gone. “What do you see when you look at me? Kirishima is worried. Bakugou is hurting. After his confrontation with Midoriya, he finally reaches out to him. “

Theres way more but I haven't tagged them properly yet so that m a y come later if I can ever finish going through and adding my sorting tags.

and then a last few that Are Not Complete but im really very fond of them. not as many as id like to add, but my hands are getting tired tbh.

39>State of Mind by GuardianOfTheLoaf: no relationship YET but its looking like it’ll be either tododeku or shindeku, probably the former. EraserMic. tw- childhood neglect and severe depression. Izuku’s not a happy kid. “Izuku was a late bloomer, his quirk lying dormant until his tenth birthday when in a fit of emotion he grabs his mother and she disappears. With All Might slowly restoring his confidence Izuku begins the difficult journey into becoming a hero.“ 18/? chapters.

40>Izuku Eats His Problems by CosmicAce: ShinDeku. Izuku’s a flerkin, what more could you want? “His whole life, Izuku Midoriya was taught to keep his powers, his Quirk, hidden from the world. His kind were feared, hunted to near extinction because of it. He just wants to show people he’s different. That he can be a HERO. And nothing is going to stop him. Even if his Quirk IS like an eldritch abomination.“ 43/? chapters

and then probably my current favorite bnha fic- although it fights with Apertum Mortem for that spot but that ones d a r k and not here-

41>family of the year by periiwren: EraserMic. “Hitoshi is done. Done with moving around every few months to a couple that will scrutinize him and eventually dump him right back where he started. Good thing he’s well past his strike limit now- at least he can stay in one place, be content to age out of the system and finish out his training with Aizawa. Maybe transfer into the hero course, maybe be a hero- but none of that was guaranteed. The only thing for sure was that he was going to stay in that center for the rest of his childhood. Or so he thought- because Aizawa Shouta and Yamada Hizashi have other plans.“ 24/? chapters. we’ve been informed that this one’s gonne be l o n g and im Very Grateful.

42>Here There Be Dragons by here_and_there: pre-ShinDeku. “Izuku looked at the small circle Aizawa had motioned to in front of them. "I won't fit," he whispered, thinking. He raised his hand, tentatively. Sighing, Aizawa grumbled, "What?" "I-I have a question. Actually, two." His teacher just stared at him, unimpressed. Izuku continued. "Can we activate our quirks before we step into the ring?" Aizawa looked up into the sky, muttering something Izuku didn't hear. "If you must." "O-Okay. Uh, second question. You said we have to stay inside the circle, right?" "Yes." The man looked disappointed, not only in Izuku but in himself for letting the kid speak. "Great. Uh... does that include tails?"“ 6/? chapters.

43>Another Option by sandersonsister: TodoBakuDeku, Touya/Hawks, Dabi/Hawks. Potentially Spoilery, depends on whether horikoshi has the guts to confirm Touya. this one is waiting around the corner with a baseball bat, its really cute, and then r e a l l y painful. it might be getting better though. maybe. it might be getting worse. “When Touya stops his mother from hurting Shouto, he decides enough is enough. He needs to get out of this house and he's taking his baby brother with him.“ 33/? chapters.

That's it i’m done for now, oof. maybe ill edit more onto this post later, maybe i’ll just make another one. hope some of these work!

#fic rec #bnha #mha #tododeku #todobakudeku #kiribaku #shinkami #shindeku #erasermic #To Be Continued

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youcantdodoublesuicidealone · 4 years

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The end of the story . . .

❝Chapter 1: The day that I meet you ❞

bace on the dead apple movie

[ Osamu Dazai x reader ]

❝ Prolong ❞

Notice : [ C / E ] = color Eye , [ H / C ] = hair color , Long chapter , I suck at fighting scene (T___T) , bad grammar

Dazai Osamu P. O. V

[ 5 : 0 7 A. M Yokohama City ]

Flashback ❀

" oh before I forget dazai -Kun & Chuuya - Kun, there was a case about two of my men commits suicide with a bloody knife & shot with a gun, but I believe this is the person that did this " the person who was talking to me and Chuuya was the port mafia boss Ogai Mori. Ever since I join the port mafia I was trying to find my reason to live but still didn't find it my reason to live sadly.

Mori grabs files and puts it on his desk which that case some paper to fly off. the raven hair man grabs one of the files with a picture a girl with long [ H / C ], her [ C / E ] is like a sunset, her pale face is like the moon I turn around to see Chuuya who was blushing a smirks on my face & turn back to the Mafia boss. " anyway when you boys were daydreaming about this mission for tomorrow, this girl names [ Y / N ] [ L / N ] or some people call her the Dragon only heart." Mori expenses more detail about her and her relationship with Shibausawa even about her ability plus a bonus she killed about 230 people with her ability !, and her parents die or should I said disappear. The mother hasn't come home & and the father as died in an alleyway. It

After the meeting... Dazai was still daydreaming about the girl form the meeting. An unfamiliar feeling came to him. Is this... Love that he is feeling right now?

Hehe... It's funny how a girl can have a good [ C / E ] crystal, and a wonderful. [ H / C ] . , I wonder what her likes and dislikes. I snap out of my daydream with a familiar loud voice " oi! dazai are you are ready to go ! " said the ginger hair boy. Oh, I forgot he was there. A smirk on my face " Ooooo chuuyaaaaa I know you like this girl too ~. " I said in a tested voice. Chuuya ends up blushing by my words, I can tell he was pissed/flattered about it. Oh boy, this is going to be a long day.

" WHAT NO, I DON'T EVEN LIKE HER YOU MACKEREL! "

" OOO COME ON SLUG STOP ACTING LIKE TSUNDERE AnD JUST AMITY ALREADY! "

End of the flashback ❀ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Nobody P. O. V [ 7: 5 2 P. M Yokohama city ]

The day has finally come.... the day of the dragon head conflict. Gun was firing with the other members of the day of Dragonhead. The other members shot back that cause the port mafia members killed or every Death.

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~

It was a full moon, the cloud was a dark purple color, and hearing a gunshot in the air. Hearing Heavily breathing was coming out of a Male who was running on the street in a straight line holding a gun. He stopped at the end of the street and turn to the left. This man is named was Oda sakunosuke. A man who doesn't kill also one of the gifted people. he had reddish hair, his blue eyes are like the ocean also what he wearing was a Tan Coat & a black shirt.

Oda was looked at the dead body all ever the street. " this is sickening " he mumbles. All the port mafia members man was all dead in the ground. Hearing a couple of gunshots in the background, a loud one sound but this one and sound like a... Baby crying. Oda flicks when he heard the baby crying. He ran to the baby and find their parents died in the ground too. Poor baby was the only one who survives the attack. Oda pots his gun always in gentle hold the baby. The baby girl kinda clams down a bit. He sighs of relief and said " your lucky to be alive in this situation " " odasuku " a male voice from an earpiece [ A / N: IDK what are there called them (╥﹏╥)] oda Replied back " Dazai we're are you ? " the other man on the phone was Dazai Osamu the youngest members on the port mafia.

" I have a feeling I know what you're up to, but you need to run. " Dazai continues taking " it's going to be safe there for long " than the other person spoke up "Oh Piss off, scrub "

A motorcycle pass oda and the baby . " oh hey, chuuya. You're in the range of the enemy and take some bullet and die, thanks ." Dazai really wants chuuya to die on this god damm mission.

" Shut up " chuuya was about to lose his cool to his ' partner'.

Chuuya was almost got hit by an ability user but he da. " Damm gifted " yep he's a bit pissed about that. The ability user uses all its energy to take down chuuya. But it didn't work. By using his ability called " Upon the tainted sorrow. " the motorcycle was glowing a light red color & stick to the building. The ability user shot his Electric power to try hitting the motorcycle that chuuya riding.

" He thinks he's the shit," Chuuya said with a grumpy his word when he looks at the person.

Meanwhile with Dazai ~ ♥︎

The dark brown hair boy was sitting on the ground wearing handcuffed. A gun was pouting at the sild profile of dazai " It would have been more amusing if you'd been struck by lightning and killed. " said dazai. A puff of smoke but puff being blow away when a familiar finger " Shut it, Dazai " it was chuuya.

[ Y / N ] [ L / N ] P . O . V

[ 8 : 0 0 P . M ]

" So you telling me I have to stand right here and protect you. , " I said with a ( bit ) annoying a pot my katana on the ground and turning around to looking at my ' father ' Who was starting at his jewelry. " well isn't my fault you been training all week for this event is it, princess ?" Shibusawa said who is still starting his red ruby & a violets blue jewelry & started whispered " It'll be mine " keep saying it three times. Jesus, I hated when he does this but then I just get used to it. I was wearing this nice white dress with cliffs.my dress go to my knees. The neck part was getting annoying. " it won't be mine " Oh God here we go again. Click ... Click .. Click

Hear the fire is burning. He probably burning those papers that I was writing. I sighed and looking at the ground. " are those jewels are all real? " a male voice I shot my Head. To see a boy with a brown wave hair, his bandages right eye & bandage on was top to the bottom, His left dark brown eye is like chocolate. Also, he was wearing a black coat over his shoulder a white shirt with a black tie . And there was an another next to him. He had short ginger hair. A choker around his neck, hat on his head. Black Gloves cover his hand. By what he wears a black Jacket, white shirt, and black pants. The brown hair male took a look at me a started smirk at me. " He could have made a beautiful woman really happy~. " My cheeks started to heat up. Father is mattering one last word " It won't be mine " dropping the last jewelry on the fire and then dropping the bag to the ground.

He clasps his together and giving that looks at me "Princess you know what to do. " I sigh. Grabbing my katana form and attack the one with the bandage.

Dazai Osamu P . O . V

[ 8 : 1 9 P . M ]

Shit, she coming for the mean. A Swing forms her attack at me but I dodge it. I look at chuuya who was going to come bet her. I had to stop him. " Chuuya go-ahead and used your ability " I yelled at him. his eye widen he yelled back at me, " Are you Crazy! " " just trust me ". He used his ability, And markings appear on the cheeks and to the bottom. Chuuya cloth being riping off. The wind bit up. The [ H / C ] girl drops her weapon, her eye like look like she was seen a ghost. This is my chance. I grab her waist and move closer to my chest. Corruption, huh? I saw it on my mind. I step away to get some were safe still holding the [ H / C ] girl close. I could hear chuuya screaming. Next, the thing you know the building that Shibausawa was bowl up. I grab chuuya hand a used my ability " No longer a human ."

[ ? ? ? P . O . V ] [ 8 : 2 4 P . M on the roof top ]

I could see the building bowl up. My white coat was blowing waving though the wind . Heh I was to late to join the party. We'll meet you again soon The dragon only heart.

[ Dazai Osamu P . O . V ]

[ 8 : 2 5 P . M Yokohama city ]

After the experience of the building. I ask [ Y / N ] if she started at my apartment for the night. To my surprise she yes! If chuuya now about this will be the end of me. Also I have get new cou

A few years of waking to Dazai apartment. [ Y / N ] feel something warm. She never had any feelings for a long time. She feels safe with Dazai & chuuya. But there was the other feeling that when she with Dazai her cheek turn pink. And her heart skip a beat when she with him.

" well we're here " I opened the door for [ Y / N ]. " you can make your self-" I my word got cut off by [ Y / N ] hugging me. " thank you for saving me," she said with a smile. I hug her back. " no problem belladonna." I said smile a bit . . . . . . . . . . . . Days have passed. [ Y / N ] told dazai about her ability. And how dangerous it is. It came to the collusion to not join the port mafia. Each day and chuuya came to the dazai apartment to see how's [ Y / N ] doing. • • • • • The day that Oda dead. Dazai was planning to confess to [ Y / N ]. But [ Y / N ] end up the confession to her love with him in the first place. Later at night dazai quite the port mafia and took the [ H / C ] girl so they can become lovers & started in a new chapter for their life together. . . . . . . So , they can have that ever happy ending..... . . . . . . . Five After a few days people started to commit suicide.. nobody now why ... but only one new what is going on . And that person is name [̸Y̸/̸ N̸ ]̸ [̸ L̸ /̸ N̸ ]̸ .̸

❝ chapter 1 : the day that I meet you end ❞

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A / N: in the next chapter there will be more details about the reader's ability! :'D also here some fluff with dazai

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jaz-wegott · 4 years

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Caretaker

A/N: 18+. Uhhh leave feedback if you like it? Idk...sometimes I write to get ideas outta my head.

Bucky’s eyes landed back on her without much thought as she fussed around her pristinely decorated living room. She flitted from guest to guest, inquiring if they needed anything, offering to refill any glass that seemed lacking the proper libations. Once she saw that everyone was situated for the moment, she swiftly made her way back to the kitchen, giving Bucky the opportunity to steal a priceless moment of time where it was just her and him-- how he preferred his every moment, if he were to be honest.

“You know, you are allowed to actually enjoy the party even if you’re the host, Sweets.” Bucky playfully chided, using the nickname that always caused her cheeks to warm. Setting out more snacks on a platter, she turned toward Bucky with a roll of her eyes and her smile that could bring any man to his knees-- Especially Bucky.

“I’ll have you know, I quite enjoy throwing a good party, especially when it’s to welcome home some awesome Avengers from saving the world.” she sassed in the sweetest way. Her sass didn’t last long as she found herself asking “Are you enjoying yourself, Bucky?”

The question, like everything else that she did, was asked with concern. Her warm, honey brown eyes searched Bucky’s face, looking for any need that he might have. Though it was in her nature to nurture anyone she interacted with, it was magnified with Bucky. She’d give anything to see him satisfied--in every sense of the word.

“Always enjoy time with you.” was Bucky’s honest reply. And it was one of the truest statements Bucky had ever uttered. The entire three month mission, Bucky had found himself consumed with thoughts of her. Her laugh, her smile, her witty sense of humor, all of it. He had longed to know even the most minute details of her day, had she been eating properly, sleeping well? Did she need anything? The most difficult part of the mission for Bucky had been the constant not knowing of her wellbeing. That combined with the fact that he had no logical reason to spend so much time with her on his mind had drove him to edge of insanity. Sam had complained time and again of how insufferable Bucky had been on this particular mission.

The comment had caused her cheeks to fill with heat and that familiar feeling of butterflies taking flight hit her belly. Before her heart could leap its way out of her chest and into very dangerous territory, she set to washing the mountain of dishes that had accumulated in her kitchen sink. Without prompting, Bucky was at her side with a towel to dry the dishes once they’d been cleansed. Seeing the once-assassin, now hero in such a domestic aspect would have struck her as funny, if she didn’t find it so incredibly hot.

Having been deprived of his presence for three whole months had taken a surprising toll on her. Ever since meeting Bucky, through her cousin Sam, she’d been completely smitten despite the knowledge that he was way out of her league. She’d reminded herself plenty of times over that not only was he a crime fighting, world saving Avenger, he was from a time where her deep complexion was not often seen as a thing of beauty. That did nothing to quell the fire he had started in her heart.

However, this most recent mission had only served to highlight just how far her feelings for Bucky had gone. She found herself spending nights sleepless, unable to find comfort without having heard his calm yet commanding voice throughout the day. Bucky had a way of making her feel seen and appreciated and with him gone, she had found herself feeling almost invisible and incredibly lonely. The amount of tears she’d shed was alarmingly embarrassing.

“How was the mission?” she asked softly, her gentle voice washed through the comfortable silence that had rested between the pair as they worked. Again, genuine interested enveloped her question. Though she only knew part of Bucky’s ordeal with Hydra and his past as an unwilling assassin, she knew the toll these missions could take on him. She’d seen it with her own eyes, the visible stress it put him under. If it were up to her, she’d make it her business to personally relieve the stress from his mind and body, any way that she could.

“Successful.” Bucky always kept his questions short when talking about his line of work with her. Not because he didn’t trust her with the information, but because he knew that she wouldn’t simply listen. She’d take on the stress and anxiety that he dealt with and make it her own. Her empathy ran so deep that she couldn’t help but to take others problems on as her very own. Bucky knew her well enough to know that she’d spend countless hours trying to find solutions and comfort for those she loved. Bucky refused to be another worry in that pretty little mind of hers. In fact, he’d much prefer to free her mind of every worry. Her body too, if he was being upfront.

Unsatisfied with his answer, she cast a sidelong glance his way. Again, her eyes silently searched his body language for any signs that he was anything less than okay. Finding none too obvious, she relented and focused back on the task of washing dishes.

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After the casual celebration had died down and the guests had trickled down, she lay across her couch, struggling to find the energy needed to clean up after the night’s festivities. Though it had been a successful, enjoyable affair, she was exhausted. Ever with a watchful eye which only seemed to intensify if she was the subject, Bucky took notice of the exhaustion that plagued her mahogany features. The crease between her perfectly crafted eyebrows that he knew she’d spent too much time designing. The way her eyelids lingered close after every blink, like it was a battle to even keep them open. Her breathing slowed, Bucky’s enhanced hearing able to detect the exact moment she slipped into her most vulnerable state, clearly oblivious to Bucky’s presence.

A few more moments were spent with Bucky admiring her as she drifted off. His mind toiled to commit every curve and every bit of her to memory. It was almost like he was storing it up for the next moment he was forced to be without her for a period of time. Though he could never quite get enough of her, he forced himself away, going to do what he knew she’d never let him do if she’d been awake--take care of her.

Bucky moved swiftly, taking as much care to put her living space back to the way he knew she approved of. Meticulous was an understatement when describing how she kept her surroundings, one of the things that drew Bucky to her. Once, everything had been set back how it should be, Bucky knelt before her sleeping frame. Without thinking, Bucky’s flesh hand swept some of her curls back, his thumb lingering over the plump skin of her cheek. In a sleepy, thoughtless haze her body reacted of its own accord at receiving the touch she’d craved for so long.

Nuzzling her cheek into his open palm, a low almost inaudible moan escaped her throat. Had his hearing not been enhanced, Bucky would not have heard it. But, he had. He had heard that sweet moan that he had spent nights dreaming about, that noise he longed to be the cause of. Hearing it in real life, poured gasoline on the fire that already bloomed in his heart. With the fire ranging through him, Bucky realized he could not bear to live another moment without her rightfully claimed as his own. It was time for him to abandon caution, neglect the thousands of reasons he memorized of why he should not pursue anything beyond friendship with her.

“Sweets...” Bucky murmured softly to further lull her from her peaceful state. Though he loved to see her so relaxed and at peace, he needed her attention. She stirred again, that same soft moan leaving her lips, this time accompanied by a delectable utterance of Bucky’s name. “Wake up for me, love.” Bucky pushed, his hand once again stroking the flesh of her cheek. In her half conscious mind, those pet names melted straight through her. She was defenseless against Bucky’s gentle assault-- his husky, soothing voice washing over her, his words dripping with care and comfort.

“Didn’t mean to fall asleep on ya, Buck.” she mumbled, as her eyes pried open instantly connecting with his intense gaze. As her wits slowly returned to her, she realized that they were staring at each other in a way that only occurred in her dreams. A look of anticipation, desire, and unspoken affections. It was everything she wanted, yet it frightened her. “Guess I should get to cleaning” she chuckled awkwardly, using the aftermath of the party as an excuse to kill the moment she would have died for.

“I took care of that for ya.” Bucky responded, not at all swayed by her avoidance. He was a man on a mission and his track record proved pretty successful when it came to missions. Surprised by his kindness and care, but also by the fact that she had managed to fall asleep so quickly and deeply that he’d cleaned her entire apartment without having disturbed her.

“Thank you, Bucky.” she sighed in relief, knowing that burden had been alleviated from her to-do list. With little distance between the pair as they continued such an intense, purposeful staring contest. At such a close distance, she could see just how perfectly he’d been crafted. She wondered if the super soldier serum had any effect on his physical features beyond the added muscles. His eyelashes were unfairly long and luscious, his lips perfectly moist and soft, begging to be kissed. Try as she may, there was no fault to be found in this man. Having him so near, took down every defense she had, leaving her as mere putty in his hands.

“Let me take care of you.” Bucky finally found his voice and courage, blurting the words suddenly. Those words were long overdue in Bucky’s mind. They’d been there since the day he’d met her and was met with an overwhelming urge to satisfy her every need and desire. It was like he’d finally found his purpose after over a hundred years on this Earth, he’d found what he’d been created for. Her. Ever since Steve had chosen to go back and live the life he’d deserved, Bucky had struggled to find his place in the world. He’d found something of the sorts with Sam, but it wasn’t until she’d come along the he realized what was missing.

“You already do, Buck.”she giggled quietly, nervously. She was almost afraid to speak, worried she might say or do the wrong thing. Worried that she’d ruin this moment that she prayed would never end. But, it was the truth. Bucky took care of her, giving back all the love and attention she’d poured into others and hoped to receive back. She’d always come up short on the return from others, until Bucky had stepped in. Though he always kept a platonic distance, he gave her what she needed. What she had always hoped would find its way to her, the love and care she freely gave to everyone else.

“No, Sweets. I mean--I just see how you care for everyone else. You’re so giving and caring and kind to everybody. I see how you exhaust yourself taking care of everyone-- including me. But I just, I always wonder who takes care of you? Can I be the one to take care of you?” Bucky rushed to explain, his nerves slowly creeping in. What if she had no interest in an ancient, slightly unstable ex-assassin? What if he had waited too late to make a move and someone else had taken her affections in the last three months?

Just as doubt began to consume him, her soft hand wrapped around his metal one--her favorite one. Her fingers laced with his, reveling in the coolness of the metal. “I still don’t know what you mean.” she uttered quietly, her lips turning upwards into the most innocent, inquisitive smile. That little smirk was enough to push Bucky to the edge of his restraint, finding himself at a loss for words to explain how he felt at the moment. There was only way left him for to convey what desperately needed to be said.

Placing both hands gently on either side of her face, securing in his embrace, Bucky leaned in slowly, visually checking for any signs of resistance from her. Finding none, he let his lips land smoothly against hers. Hesitation greeted the initial contact before desire took command of the situation. Slowly, still slightly apprehensive, their lips explored one another’s. Easily, Bucky took the lead, allowing her to naturally take the position she was most comfortable in.

Bucky’s lips began a sensual descent down her body, parking at the junction of her neck, a spot she never knew needed attention until his tongue swirled over it in a way that caused her to cry out. “Can I? Can I take care of you, Sweets? Lemme take real good care of you.” Bucky pleaded, desperate for her consent, but respectful enough that if he didn’t get it, he’d stop immediately. “Please, Bucky, I need you.” she whined desperately, just as frantically needy as he was.

Having gotten her green light, Bucky continued eagerly with the sole focus to bring her the pleasure she deserved. Bucky was intent on taking care of her, tonight would be just the beginning. Taking the cue from his first assault on her décolletage, Bucky picked back up there, anxious to hear those delicious noises of pleasure she’d let slip. He tested the waters with a teasing nip, loving the reaction he received. His name left her lips with a gasp, her hands taking purchase in his hair.

Bucky quickly switched their positions, taking a seat on the couch with her on his lap. His hands strayed to her ample backside, finding pleasure in the sensation of her tail filling both of his hands. While his hands caressed her through her jeans, his lips fueled a fire of need that consumed her entire being. It had been a while since she’d been touched this way and she was desperate for more-- for whatever Bucky was willing to give her. So much so that she found her hips moving of their own control, finding friction against Bucky’s thigh. Bucky, sensing the immense need she had wasted no time in removing her clothing, starting with her dress. Bucky whistled through his teeth, taking in the sacred sight before him. His girl dressed in a lacy set, only for his eyes. The soft peach color perfectly accentuating her skin tone as the bra cupped her full breasts. It was perfect. She was perfect.

Bucky’s assault continued, trailing further south as he stopped at her bosom, freeing her from the confines of the lacy number. Bucky took this as an opportunity to let his tongue wrap around the perky nipple on her left, his metal hand coming to play with the other. The cool sensation caused her to throw her head back, her hips bucking violently in chase of friction.

“I’ll take care of you baby, promise.” Bucky vowed, seeing the desperation in her actions, hearing the need as she breathed his name. It had been a while since she’d had that itch scratched, even by herself. She was afraid it wouldn’t take much before she hit her peak, though she wanted this to last as long as possible. Desperate for his lips on hers, she took them again, freeing Bucky’s hands to remove her panties, leaving her fully nude before him.

“This is rather unfair.” she breathed against his lips, referencing the fact that Bucky remained fully clothed while she was vulnerable and bare before him. Had it been any other man, she might have felt exposed, but Bucky had promised to take care of her. Bucky had always taken good care of her.

“Well that’s because I’m taking care of you Sweets.” Bucky chuckled in a deep timber. As soon as the words left his mouth, he flipped their position, laying her down against the couch, her legs slung over his shoulder. His face was only a breath away from her aching, needy core. Again his enhanced capabilities gave him an advantage, as he inhaled deeply to appreciate the sweet smell emanating from her center. She was absolutely dripping for him, driving him insane.

His fingers, strangely gifted for a man of such a modest era, slowly circled her entrance, teasing. Already beyond wound up, she whimpered, her legs trembling around Bucky’s head. “Don’t tease, Buck. Been a while.” she panted perilously. Her desperation tempted Bucky to see just how far he could push her just to see how drastically she’d fall apart for him. But, his one goal for the night was to make her feel cared for. Nothing more, nothing less. The teasing would have to wait for another day, but it would surely come.

Without further hesitation, Bucky’s two fingers entered her swiftly. His mouth found home over her swollen pearl, his tongue lavishing over it sweetly as his fingers kept a steady rhythm. Moments into it, she was already a mess, toes curling, hands fisted into Bucky’s scalp. Her breathing labored, her heart beating rapidly and so loudly, Bucky didn’t need to strain to hear the blood pulsing through her veins.

“Please! Please! Close!” she begged frantically, no longer able to even form a complete thought. She couldn’t remember the last time such pleasure had taken over her this way, simply because it never had. No other lover had been able to take her to such an intense height. No other lover had ever taken such attention to her needs.

No longer even able to communicate except through obnoxiously loud moans and cries, she writhed under Bucky’s ministrations. The peak she fervently desired was so close she couldn't keep still nor quiet. Though unable to verbally clue Bucky in, he caught the hint. His actions matching the fervency of her cries and pleas. With a few more strokes of his fingers, she fell apart--harder than either knew was possible. So hard that her breathing became choppy, her eyes screwed tightly shut, her entire body going rigid as Bucky worked her through it.

As she came down, his fingers stalled as he took his mouth from over her now sensitive button. Instead, his lips kissed the skin of her inner thigh. His fingers remained within her, still feeling the aftermath of her orgasm as her walls fluttered around them. Completely blissed out beyond belief, she attempted to gather herself, knowing that it was customary to return the favor.

“Need a minute.” she breathed, taking every bit of concentration in order to form a coherent sentence. “Then it’s your turn.” she whimpered just as his thumb began stroking over her clit, which was still sensitive.

“No, love I believe tonight, it’s all your turn.” Bucky responded before diving in, intent on doing nothing but taking care of his girl.

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ansu-gurleht · 5 years

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okay so i went through the datamined books from eso, taking notes as i went. @boethiah sent me a message this morning about it, asking what i thought. so i figured i might as well get real comprehensive about taking down notes to answer decently, or at least do it to organize my thoughts.

before she sent me that i hadn’t heard about this, so i went into it bright-faced and intrigued. i didn’t think my notes would end up too long, so i just figured i’d send them to her when i was done, even “talking” to her in the notes (you’ll see what i mean by that).

but uh. as all things lore-related, i got a bit carried away. stopped almost halfway thru to go to class, and by then i’d started to notice some really weird, kinda silly shit in it. and then i noticed everybody in tesblr talking about it, and finally realized, “oh. so it’s like that.” so i figure i’ll post it here publicly instead.

despite the uh. obvious nonsense in a lot of this, i think there’s a lot of interesting things hidden away. so what i’m going to do is just post my notes under the read-more. i’m too lazy to organize them into something more coherent lol. they’re basically just me commenting on certain lines and stuff.

i won’t like, really go into why most of this is stupid, bc other people have already done so, and better than i probably could’ve. but you’ll know. somethings i quote things and just. have no idea how to even address them other than, at best, “??????” either bc it doesn’t make much sense, eludes useful analysis, or is just stupid.

anyways, here goes:

book 1:

azura: - "the Path"? am i wrong or has a "Path" never been referenced in khajiiti lore?

khenarthi: - alkosh comforts khenarthi after lorkhaj died? yeah right. - khenarthi's role as psychopomp for azurah mirrors kyne's role for shor. but azura doesn't factor into nord/atmoran mythology at all.

jone and jode: - azurah cares for jone and jode? interesting. (also, "Bright Moons"? full moons?)

lorkhaj: - lorkhaj as "White Lion?" - namiira (the Great Darkness) followed lorkhaj as his burden? - mention of a "path" again, made by lorkhaj with purpose. sounds yokudan. - "in conflict with himself" & "represents the duality of the Khajiiti soul" ... desert and jungle ... strife, hardship, and life, love ... both tainted deadly by nirni, according to ahnissi - "We honor his sacrifice by walking the Path with purpose and resisting the call of the Dark." ... the Path again ... the Dark? namiira? - (the khajiit seem to conflate namira and nocturnal. this isn't a new concept, as they both genuinely do overlap in many ways, but an interesting one.) - "the true spirit of Lorkhaj will sometimes appear" ... "by Azurah" - nerevar/ine, "or Khenarthi" - hjalti, "or by his oldest name" - ...ysmir?

magrus: - all of this magrus stuff is new, to my knowledge. - the importance of him fleeing from "Boethra and Lorkhaj" probably excites you :P - "fell into the Moonshadow" ... "too full of fear to rule a sphere" ... "tore out his other eye" (odin parallel? a "failed" odin, maybe? unless seeing "out of one eye" is metaphorical) - "Varliance Gate"???? "Aether Prism"???? they're the sun, but those names are brand new afaik. overall a strange alternative to the story of magnus and the sun - "Some sorcerers hold that Magrus left the eye willingly" - more odin stuff

book 2:

- azurah knows all the names of all the spirits, their protonyms? that's interesting. a lot of that "protonymic" lore is derived from the whole "true names have power" stuff, popular in magical circles from sources like kabbalah thru the lens of crowley. - "And Fadomai told stories of her children and her favorite aspects of each of them. When she reached Azurah, she smiled and told her favored daughter she could not decide. And Fadomai died." ;----; - "sat in the Great Darkness for timeless ages" ... sat with namiira? - seems to have carved moonshadow from the great darkness. (the great darkness seems to have dual meaning as both oblivion and namiira. then again, i think only clan mother ahnissi said the great darkness was namiira, so that (morrowind) lore might be outdated.) - this scene with lorkhaj and his empty dark heart is......interesting. - "UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA NA MII RA UR DRA AZU RA" - you can pick out "namiira" and "azura" in this, but the meaning of "UR" and "DRA" elude me. - lorkhaj gets his heart torn out YET AGAIN. very rude azurah - the "Moon Beast" and its hunger remind me of the yokudan sep. - i think once upon the time "dro-m'Athra" referred to daedra in general, but i think eso has made them a specific type of daedra resembling khajiit. even more specifically, some kind of "dark khajiit" born from dead evil khajiit. - "lighting the fire with lanterns of love and mercy" - your vivec is showing, azurah. or i guess, the other way around. - this "ashes of Lorkhaj" bit gets me thinking about ysmir, again. but i'm not sure what to do with that.

book 3

sheggorath: - now THIS is a not shitty interpretation of sheggorath! he's not a "god of madness," but a god of mental fortitude, a god who tests convinction. - more stuff about "the Path" - "must be ... overcome before a Khajiit can visit Hermorah's library"? - "Sheggorath is dead and has been replaced by something Other" - the hero of kvatch? but if this is from eso, that hasn't happened yet? unless the mantling of sheogorath is a pretty common occurrence; i remember someone on tumblr suggested that this might happen every era.

orkha: - "Orkha ... followed Boethra back through the Many Paths" ... what does that mean? - "Lorkhaj, Khenarthi, and Boethra battled the demon in the ancient songs" - ... as trinimac? - "but Orkha could only be banished and would not die" ;) - "serve as tests along the Path" - so far these princes are being painted similarly to their house of troubles counterparts

dagon (also called merrunz.) - no reference to merrunz being the kitty cat. :( next - ...okay not really. "explore the Great Darkness rather than the Many Paths"? - molagh "tortured him until the creation of the World?" but "the wife of Molagh freed Merrunz"? who is "the wife of Molagh"?

molagh (balls) - "twelve Demon Kings"? should probably look into how they got that number - "Boethra and Molagh fought to a standstill before the lattice, but it was Azurah who shackled the Demon King with secrets only she knows." - i dont have anything to say about this really, just an interesting line i think. - "you will overcome him with the might of Boethra, the Will Against Rule." - interesting...afaik, aside from HAVING a khajiit name, boethiah never really factored into their faith that much, and wasn't ever mentioned in clan mother ahnissi. i wonder if azurah at some point attempted to unify her plans for the dunmer and the khajiit.

merid-nunda - interestingly, the khajiit seem to call her by her magna-ge name. - "False Spirit of Greed"? - magrus "loved only himself and his own creations"? idk if this seems all that congruent with the magrus from his own description - "cold spirit, born of light without love" - interesting - "blame her for orchestrating the death of might Lorkhaj"??!?!?!? what?????????? - "When Merid-Nunda dared assault the Lattice, Azurah struck her down before the Varliance Gate and dragged her away from it. She then cast Merid-Nunda into the Void and bound her there with mirrors. The nomads say she has since escaped." this whole thing is interesting

book 4

nirni: - nothing interesting on nirni.

y'ffer: - y'ffer "corrupted by the Great Darkness," (namira), who apparently killed nirni???!??! what??????? - worth noting that ahnissi doesn’t paint y’ffer as “corrupted” or evil or anything. in her words he’s kinda just a moron who doesn’t *get it* and does his own thing instead. - don’t get the obsession with making namiira some like. crazy super evil being. feels like eso took a look at the list of princes and was like “who hasn’t tried to destroy/take over the world yet. that’s what daedric princes do right”

hircine - hircine doesn't get a funny ta'agra name, i guess. - graht-elk?

hermorah - hermorah helps azurah maintain the ja-kha'jay?

sangiin - according to what this says about sangiin, khajiit are actually NOT one of the most hedonistic races on tamriel. suuuuuuuuure, buddy.

book 5

- a look at the khajiit afterlife w/ azurah in moonshadow. - first you walk the sands, then you walk the glass, then you walk the thorns, then you have a good time, then azurah sends you back to nirn do something else (reincarnated)? but it might just be this one guy who goes off to do something ("Bring my children back"), he seems kinda special. no idea who he's supposed to be.

book 6

- all this shit about akha and alkosh and alkhan is bullshit. the fuck is akha even supposed to be? according to his name you'd assume an association with akatosh, but alkosh is akatosh, right?

akha: - this book says akha is the first cat. ahnissi says alkosh is the first cat. - "Pathfinder and the One Unmourned" - are we talking about akatosh or dagoth ur here. - "Many Paths"??? again?? what are they. knockoff walking ways? - "mated with the Winged Serpent of the East [akavir], the Dune Queen of the West [yokuda], and the Mother Mammoth of the North [atmora]. He then went to the South [pyandonea] and never returned." then alkosh shows up and says "yikes that akha guy was a little fucked huh?"

alkosh: - alkosh is "The Dragon King" and "Highmane." association with the Mane of the khajiit - "In time, the children of Akha overthrew [Alkosh] and scattered his body on the West Wind." ...??? is this a reference to the middle dawn? seems unlikely - apparently khenarthi put him back together. also seems unlikely

alkhan: - oh so the khajiit recognize alduin now too. cool.

boethra: - and boethiah i guess, why not????

mafala: - mafala has always been part of khajiit religion, tho, afaik. she is the og clan mother. - "She watches over Eight of the Many Paths, each of which a Khajiit must walk in time." ?????????? wtf are the many paths!!!!! why are there eight of them!!!!!! is this a reference to the spiral skein, or satellite realms (the spokes) of it? - forreal i think they gave up on pretense here when they started listing allies and shit. - "Her numbers are Eight and Sixteen, and these are two of her keys." this just sounds like something from the 36 lessons tbh. this doesn't sound like khajiit lore at all

book 7

lorkhaj (moon beast): - confusingly, lorkhaj as fadomai's favored son and lorkhaj as the moon beast are called by the same name, and despite this have separate entries in these books. - wonder if there's some equivalent in other myths to the moon beast. he seems pretty interesting, being "born of the dark heart of Lorkhaj" - there's UR DRA again, attached to namiira, again, who is apparently an enemy of the khajiit.

namiira: - apparently eso has rebranded namiira as like, an absolute enemy of the khajiit, with the dro-m'athra as her corrupted-khajiit minions or something? except i thought dro-m'athra originated from the moon beast? anyways, ahnissi only said that the great darkness became namiira. didn't say that was a bad thing necessarily. - also, her khajiiti ta'agra name, namiira, just so happens to be her protonym, NA MII RA.

noctra: - oh, so they do have nocturnal, as "noctra". - wait, so she's the "daughter of twilight"??? isn't twilight, idk, azura's thing???? (i feel like i've heard nocturnal be associated with twilight before, but it still makes little sense. it was probably from eso, too.) - boethra separated noctra from namiira. one could say she *stole* noctra from namiira ;) - noctra is ok by the khajiit, whereas her progenitor namiira is not. ok?

varmiina: - ok we have vaermina now too i guess. why the fuck not. - "The Lost Daughter. This spirit was not of any litter, but was born from Fadomai's fear of losing her children." - "Azurah killed this dark spirit in the Underworld" what the fuck is "the Underworld". they just be making shit up now

[?????] (no, really. that's what it says. dunno if that's a placeholder or intentional): - "[?????] A spirit of vengeance. It has no will of its own, as it was born from Azurah's grief after the death of Fadomai and Lorkhaj." ????? - "It sometimes appears in songs as a black panther, a warrior in ebony armor, or as a hidden sword." idk about "a black panther," but the "warrior in ebony armor" evokes ebonarm, who's technically still canon, and "a hidden sword" could be umbra. not sure what the connection here is.

#tes #tesblr #teslore #khajiit #elsweyr

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 5 years

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Take My Hand... | Carlton Drake x Reader (One-shot)

Words: 1908

Warning: Implied smut if you squint really hard, a load of cheesy fluffiness

A/N: Guess who’s been watching Crazy Rich Asians again and replaying the wedding scene?? I’m tempted to write a CRA AU but idk which character I should write it for. Carlton?? I have too much wips, I’m surprised I was able to do this one-shot.

It’s a modern AU where they all knew each other from high school/college and Carlton is still CEO of a company.

You stood with the rest of the bridesmaids, gripping on to your bouquet tightly. Eddie and Anne were finally getting married and you were the maid of honor while Dan was the best man. You could see Eddie shifting around nervously, fixing his tie as the music started playing. You gave him a reassuring smile and nodded over down the aisle where the double doors opened, revealing Anne in a beautiful white dress. Two little flower girls skipped in front of her, flying pink flower petals down the aisle, followed by a little boy carrying the black velvet box. Dan knelt to his level and took it from him, taking out the ring and handing it over to Eddie. He patted him on the back and stepped away. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat as Anne began to gracefully walk down the aisle, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed.

You grinned at the way the couple gazed at each other, happy that your best friends finally together. You turned away before tears could ruin your makeup, your eyes landing on your boyfriend in the front row. Eddie didn’t want him to be a groomsman, a decision that made your eyes roll, but it was his wedding and you had to live with it. Carlton ended up helping to pay for the reception, as a generous peace offering to Anne and to simply spite Eddie.

Carlton smiled in awe up at you, mouthing, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You, too,” you mouthed back, making him silently chuckle. He really looked good, though, sitting there with a white button shirt and tux and styled hair. It was different from his usual style of tracksuits under a suit jacket and a simple hairstyle.

You shook your head, distracting yourself with the pink and white flowers in your hands. The makeup was unfortunately not water-proof and you didn’t want it to run before Anne even reached the podium. Some people were already crying as the wedding proceeded, a few bridesmaids sniffling next to you. Due to their style, their vows had some comedic bantering that helped lightened the mood. Eddie even pointed a warning finger at everyone when they were asked if anyone objected, even pointing at Dan who raised his hands in surrender. Anne smacked Eddie’s arm and smiled.

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Anne pulled Eddie by his tie and wrapped her other arm around his neck, making him stumble forward as she kissed him. You laughed, clapping with everyone else. Your eyes went back to Carlton who had been watching you to whole time. He sent you a wink and blew you a kiss that still made your heart flutter no matter how many times he’s done it.

Eddie had disapproved with the size of the reception, but Anne convinced him to go with it since they weren’t paying for it anyways. It was a time to celebrate their happiness with their friends and family after all. A band played on a built stage while Anne and Eddie danced with the kids, other guests dancing around them. The cake had already been cut and the champagne bottles open, so everyone was either having fun dancing or indulging themselves in dessert. You laughed as the kids continuously separated Eddie from Anne on the dance floor, thought he didn’t do much to protest.

Carlton came back with two cake slices, kissing you on the forehead. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“The kids won’t let Eddie dance with Annie,” you said, laughing as one of the boys latched onto Eddie’s leg.

“Whose kid is this, serious?” Eddie shouted, pointing at the boy.

Anne waved you over to come dance with her. “Wanna join?” you asked Carlton.

“I don’t really dance,” he said, “but you can go on ahead.”

You pouted, making Carlton chuckle as he leaned over to kiss your lips. You sighed in defeat, taking one bite of the cake before joining Anne on the dance floor. Kids immediately swarmed you and Anne as the two of you spun around. One girl ran over to you and gave each of you a flower crown. Anne bent down first, allowing the girl to put it on her head and you followed suit, thanking her. She giggled and ran off to find her friends.

“Can you guys help me pry this koala off?” Eddie pleaded.

You and Anne exchanged a look and walked over to him. You knelt to the boy’s eye level, persuading him to let go. Then, an idea struck you as you thought of Carlton sitting by himself at your table. You whispered to the boy and his friends your plan, promising them more cake if they do it. They nodded enthusiastically, scurrying away to set the plan in motion.

Carlton ended up eating both pieces of the cake as he sat and watch you dance. He wasn’t much of a dancer, and it wasn’t like he had much opportunities to dance in the first place. It was always work for him and if he were to be invited to charity events, he would mostly walk around and mingle with prospective clients and business partners. He knew that you loved to dance, though. Waking up with your side of the bed empty, he would see you dancing around in the kitchen, singing along with your Spotify playlist. You would drag him closer and make him spin you around, which was the extent of his dancing abilities.

A grin automatically spread across his face as you spun around, your light pink dress fanning around you. That morning, you had to leave the hotel early to help Anne get ready for the wedding, so he couldn’t see you in that dress. He sat in the front row and was rendered speechless as you walked to the front, leading the rest of the bridesmaids. The way your (y/h/c) fell off your shoulders and down your back, the way the dress fitted perfectly around you and flowed around your feet as if you were floating. He couldn’t keep his eyes away from you.

You met Carlton’s eyes and smiled, turning to disappear into the growing crowd on the dance floor.

“Excuse me,” a small voice said next to him.

Carlton looked down and saw the same boy that was latched to Eddie. He smiled at him. “Hey, there, little buddy.”

“Princess (Y/n) said to give you this,” the boy said, holding up a pink flower crown and a rose with a note on it.

Carlton took them both, reading the note that was clearly in your handwriting. The boy had scurried off into the crowd as soon as his job was done.

“Meet me in the garden, my prince,” it read. “P.S. Yes, you do have to wear the flower crown.”

He chuckled, remembering the time you told him he looked like a Disney prince wearing a suit and had tried to convince him to dress up as Aladdin during Halloween. When he saw you in your Princess Jasmine costume, the two of you couldn’t make it to your friend’s costume party.

He got up and made his way outside, ducking away from the party and into the still night. The garden was well lit with solar powered lights lining the pathways and fairy lights strewn across the trees and around the gazebo where you waited. Petals were scattered on the stone pathway that led to the gazebo, a small set of speakers sitting on the steps next to your phone.

“You know, I should be the one making these surprise events,” Carlton said, drawing your attention away from the rest of the garden. He walked up to the gazebo and kissed your hand. “My princess, you’ve summoned me?”

“Yes, I have, my prince,” you said, playing along. You took the flower crown from his hand and placed on his head with a satisfied smirk. “Dance with me.”

“(Y/n/n)… ”

“It’s just us here, Car. Please,” you pleaded.

Carlton drooped his head as he thought it over. Although he was frowning, it was hard to take him seriously with that crown on his head and he really looked cute with it on.

“Okay, okay, just… don’t get mad when I step on your shoes or your dress, okay?” he said.

You grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses before turning and setting up the music on your phone. A string of melodic chords filled the gazebo as the music started. You led Carlton to the middle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He chuckled, almost nervously, as he fought the urge to look at his feet placement.

Wise men say… only fools rushed in… But I… can’t… help… falling in love… with… you…

He attentively placed his hands on your waist and drew you in closer. You decided to lead first until he got the hang of it, swaying side to side, but never breaking eye contact with him. You smiled as he grew more confident in his steps and allowed him to guide you around the gazebo. Your heart fluttered under his soft gaze, feeling so loved and adored as he admired how you look under the fairy lights.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered under his breath.

“I’m not,” you said, ducking your head.

He lifted your chin with his fingers. “You are. (Y/n), when I first saw you in that dress… seeing you down that aisle… It’s like I’ve fallen in love with you all over again.”

“Who knew the big CEO of Life Industries was a big sap? If Tony Stark heard you, he’d be gagging right now,” you teased.

Carlton rolled his eyes playfully. “Please, don’t bring up that billionaire playboy ever again.”

“And philanthropist, Mr. San Fran’s most eligible bachelor,” you added.

He sighed. “I don’t know why they keep saying I’m an eligible bachelor when I have you.”

“Maybe they think I’m not good enough for you.”

“Which I find ridiculous because it took me so long chasing after you and to have you notice me. You were just so intelligent and beautiful and funny, and I thought I wasn’t going to be good enough for you. Plus, you were friends with Eddie who hated me back in school. At least Anne was kind to me. She was the one that told me about you. I never thought you’d ever see me more than a friend.”

You laughed. “Well, back then I never really thought of being in a relationship. I had these goals set out before me and I felt that having a relationship will set things back. This was all coming from a place where the people I had been interested in hadn’t fully supported my goals and I felt discouraged. I never thought I’d find someone that would actually just… fit, you know, like a puzzle piece. It just felt right with you, but I was scared to rush things. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Well,” he paused to twirl you around, “You’re still my best friend, but more.”

“Yeah? You’re going to give me that soulmate speech?”

Carlton chuckled. “No, we both know it by heart, just by looking at each other.”

So, take my hand… take my whole life, too… for I… can’t… help… falling in love… with… you…

For I… can’t… help… falling in love… with… you…

#carlton drake x reader #Carlton Drake imagine #Riz Ahmed #venom 2018 #marvel #oneshot #Fluff #CRA reference

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coffee-addict-writer · 5 years

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Was It Really That Worth Writing About. (I’m Afraid So)

Pairing: Past Prinxiety, Mentions of Moxiety Genre: angst..? or just.. sad? idk series: Old lovers in dressing rooms part one

Roman practically fell into his chair. He was absolutely exhausted and he missed the time when performing was a rush of adrenalin. He missed the way the audience could lift him up. He missed his first tour.

Now it was just raw. The words hurt in his chest and in his throat. But his fans loved it. So that's something at least. Roman ran a shaky hand through his hair and glances at his reflection in the mirror. He looked Awful which wasn't really a surprise. His eyes were dull, almost flat but it was familiar. The circles under his eyes were so dark from lack of sleep that they reminded him of- “Hey,” A voice interrupted his thoughts. But not just any voice *the* voice and Romans breath caught in his throat. He glanced behind him in the mirror his eyes met *his* and for a single moment, time stopped. And in that moment Roman was seventeen again. And in that moment nothing had changed. He opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it and turned in his seat to look at him properly. What was there left to say? Everything he’d thought, everything he’d felt had already been said. Had already been sung. He’d poured his heart out in song after song. His entire album was meant for this. When he could finally look at *him* and say everything he never could before. “Hi,” Roman breathed because the simple fact was that everything was already said. He watched as Virgil took a few steps closer “Did you, uh, Did you like the show?” Roman asked and immidetly he felt foolish. Idiotic. Like a love-struck teenager grasping at straws. “Yeah, I uh. I heard you on the Radio.” Virgil said “I only work like a few blocks over and so i-” he trailed off and roman tried not to smile at how little he’d changed. “So I decided to- you look good Ro” and Oh did that nickname bring back the worst kind of feelings. “Right, don't feel obligated to say so.” Roman chucked but there was no humor in it. Not really. “You’d think with all of this I’d be looking a lot better,” he said bitterly, glancing away from Virgil. But He could still see him frown in the mirror out of the corner of his eyes. And this wasn’t how he wanted this to go. He could play pretend a little longer. So he smiled and laughed again. “Anyways. How the hell have you been?” He asked making sure he was wearing his best stage smile. “I, I’ve been really good,” Virgil said slowly. “Patton and I have been really good.” And Roman forced his smile to stay in place even as he felt his heart stutter in his chest. “And he makes you happy?” Roman asked. And he shouldn't have. He had no right to. He lost the right to ask Virgil something like that ten years ago. And his smile was fading and Virgil was looking at him like he knew exactly what he was thinking. “He does” Virgil said softly and he could have been angry. Maybe it would have been easier for Roman to deal with if he’d been angry. “He really does Ro,” and there he is with that nickname again and roman looks away again. “We uh, we actually just bought a house.” and there it was, everything Roman thought he’d never be able to give him. “Yeah me too.” and that was a lie. He lived on a tour bus. In hotel rooms. Backstage. “Yeah back at home, but it's just me” as if hed ever go back to the place he thought of as home. “Cani ask you a question,” Virgil said and Roman could only nod watching him sit in one of the chairs not covered in equipment and costumes. “All of your songs,” Virgil started and Romans breath hitched again “The was you wrote us,” and Virgil was picking at the sleeve of his jacket like he always used to when he was nervous. Roman wanted to cross the space and take those hands. He wanted to hold them like they were the most precious things in the world. He wanted to stop their shaking and give Virgil something to hold onto the way he used to. But that wasn't his job anymore. That wasn't his right. “Was it really like that?” Virgil said looking up to meet Romans eyes finally. And the room around them stilled. And they looked at each other for a long time. “Yeah V, for me it was” and the nickname stung his throat and caused it to tighten and the room felt stiff and it was all out there in the open. And Virgil nodded. “We were just kids Ro,” Virgil said shakily. “Maybe,” Roman responded trying to keep his tone light even if his heart felt like a rock in his chest. Virgil chuckled, a light sound that made Romans heart stutter and he grinned and he couldn't help it. Virgil was infectious. “We were terrible for each other Ro,” Virgil said around a laugh. And it wasn't funny but Roman found himself laughing too. “We fought all the time and you had your music.” and roman was so fucking devastated because that's what it all came down to. His *music*. “We did not fight all the time,” Roman said flicking away a tear that he pretends was from the laughter. “We definitely only had one fight.” that last fight. About his *music* “Yeah. that one fight.” Virgil repeated and roman could tell that the one fight was more than enough. And they sat in a silent understanding for a while. Because perhaps they both knew this would likely be the last time they would see each other. “I should probably head home,” Virgil whispered after while. And a lump rose in Romans' throat. “What your not even going to ask for an autograph?” Roman teased smiling bright painting a picture putting on an act for this. For him. For Virgil. “Oh, how could I forget!” Virgil exclaimed grinning back and standing. Roman stood too, staring at Virgil awhile longer before pulling a CD out of his drawer. “Here, limited copy,” Roman said handing it to him. And Virgil took it gently looking over the cover. “Is this your new album?” Virgil asked looking up at roman confused. “Nope. it's my first album ” he said. “Mr. Prince!” some said sticking their head into the door. “Oh sorry, didn’t know you had company, but there's a line of people waiting to meet you.” and then they left and roman and Virgil were left standing alone again. “Ro, I don't understand this isn’t your first album?” Virgil asked confused and Roman only smiled, the saddest smile in the world. “I wrote it ten years ago,” Roman said throat thick and eyes glassy, “That's the only copy” And the Roman swept out of the room to go meet his fans.

#k writes #k writes fanfic #k writes sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides #thomas sanders #prinxiety #past prinxiety #one-sided prinxiety #mentions moxiety #roman sanders #singer roman sandrs #virgil sanders #patton sanders #idk this is a weird thing #based on a song #old lovers in dressing rooms by Keaton Henson #old lovers in dressing rooms series #old lovers in dressing rooms part one

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The Divinity of Notre Dame (II)

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Medieval!AU)

Summary: All of the officials of Paris are in pursuit of the g*ps* Y/N. She finds a safe haven in an unlikely place where she encounters both the ominous archdeacon and the charming Captain of the Guard.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Use of the term “g*ps*”, more Womanizer!Bucky, Pierce being creepy, not a warning but the reader is a badass!, fluff ensues when the soldier and the g*ps* meet!, mention of religious things

*UPDATE* it has recently been brought to my attention that the word “g*ps*” is used as a slur, and that the people of the descent prefer to be referred to as Roma/Romani. i’m really sorry for not doing my research and just going off of the content of the movie/musical to help me with my writing.

A/N: wow! so soon! idk man, I just really wanted to write about these two meeting :) and happy birthday to the loml, a one mr. james buchanan barnes! i swear, that man owns my ass heart <33

Part I

Y/N tiredly rested her head against the doors of Notre Dame, doors she had never been through before. The first thing she noticed as she walked in the cathedral was the light. She stopped and beheld all the beauty, like a beggar receiving an alms. Each window, pillar, and arch seemed to fill her with the light of Notre Dame. The light that shone through the immaculate rose window. Y/N felt at peace, safe for once in her life. A calming feeling settled in her subconscious, compelling her to close her eyes as she basked in the light. Though, her serenity was short lived as the archdeacon’s voice pierced through her ears.

“So a g*ps* dares to enter this holy place,” he said. Y/N’s eyes snapped open with a sense of alarm, pushing her to get as far away from that voice as she could. Y/N felt panic creep its way through her mind and morphing her expression. She wouldn’t let it. She wouldn’t let him see her fear.

“Why shouldn’t I? The cathedral is open to the public,” Y/N replied, masking her vulnerability with confidence.

“Because your kind isn’t allowed here,” the Judge snapped back.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. “Why do you hate us so much? What did we ever do to you?”

The g*ps*’s words struck a chord in Pierce’s mind. Her words brought him back to the moment where his brother lied, as a cold lifeless body, in the archdeacon’s arms. And all because he decided to run away with...Sarah. “Your kind has done more than you know. What are you doing here?”

The girl put her shoulders back as she spoke to him, just as she had earlier in the town square where she publicly defied him. “I came here looking for the bellringer. Someone had to help him.”

“That boy doesn’t need your help,” Pierce retorted. “He is my responsibility. God loves even a monster.”

A look of distaste washed over the g*ps*’s face. “That boy is no less human than the rest of us!”

“Well some of us are less human in the moral sense.”

Y/N scoffed, the Judge was so close-minded not even a guillotine could cut through it. “Do you mean me?”

Pierce grew more agitated and defensive. “You dance in public without shame.”

“I dance because I enjoy it! Others...enjoy it too.” Y/N interrupted.

“You use your beauty to mesmerize.”

“My beauty is none of your concern. It is mine to utilize it as I please,” she shot back.

“It is a beauty given to you by God. A God who certainly did not intend you to use it in such a...licentious way,” spat Pierce as he turned, back facing the girl.

The way he said that word...licentious. It disturbed her. She didn’t want to keep arguing with Pierce, acting like this was the reason why their world was still plagued with so much conflict. Y/N took it upon herself to be the bigger person, to propose a compromise. If only she could get him to see…

“Your Grace,” she began. “There must be...some charity within you. If you were willing to help the bellringer, then surely you can extend that kindness to others...almost as unfortunate.”

The archdeacon still did not face her. Y/N had to push harder.

She sighed. “How you would wish others to treat you, could you not treat them?”

That seemed to do it. The Judge waveringly looked over his shoulder to look at her. He spoke his words with hesitation, “Our Lord Jesus said...something very similar.” Just then, the bells rang through the cathedral, signaling the beginning of the midday mass.

“Midday mass is starting. I must go,” the archdeacon said with his head down, trying to escape the g*ps*’s presence. He hesitated for a moment before turning to her saying, “My child, though you people are lost, there could be something in you that can be saved. Stay. Perhaps you will see the meaning of true beauty.” With that, he left. Y/N was now alone to her own devices. She was met again with the grand divinity before in the form of the cathedral.

As a young girl, Y/N had not been in touch with the Savior everyone around her seemed so close to. Judge Pierce was already named archdeacon during her childhood and under him, gypsies were shunned from the church. She never got the chance to seek comfort through prayer, despite having a curiosity towards it. She watched those lining the pews before her, nobles decked in neat clothing, and decided to join them, indulging her interest. She knelt, brought her hands together and whispered:

“I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there. I don't know if you would listen to a g*ps*’s prayer. Yes, I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to you. Still, I see your face and wonder, were you once an outcast too? God help the outcasts, or nobody will.”

Y/N didn’t know what it was, but something had changed in the atmosphere, allowing her to hear what those surrounding her were praying for as well.

“I ask for wealth.” “I ask for fame.” “I ask for glory to shine on my name.”

Y/N didn’t hold anything against those in her company. Everyone had the right to their own desires and hopes. If they asked to be indulged with more materialism than they were already exposed to, she wouldn’t fault them for that. However, that’s not what Y/N wanted. She didn’t care about being blessed with all the riches available to humankind; she could care less about drowning in the world’s finest jewelry. In fact, she didn’t really think about asking for anything. She could get by with what she had, despite it really not being that much. But Y/N knew that there were people living around her with nothing. All she really desired was having those less fortunate than her cared for; blessed. Were they not all children of God?

As Y/N finished her prayer, she heard shuffling and whispering from behind her. She recognized the voice belonging to that of the Captain, the one who attempted to carry out her arrest earlier that day.

Bucky and Sam had been searching for the g*ps* girl for what seemed like hours. They were surprised to find her praying in a church. Bucky gestured Sam towards the exit. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of this.”

Bucky proceeded to greet the girl with caution. “I...thought you disappeared into a puff of smoke.”

Y/N was suspicious of the Captain, unclear of where his loyalties lie. She noticed his hesitation in carrying out the orders given to him by the archdeacon. Still, that was no reason to trust him. She pulled out the knife from under her skirt and concealed it by keeping it low. “Don’t believe everything you see.”

Y/N rose from her kneeling position on the pew. Bucky approached her to halt her escape. “And where do you think you’re going?” he asked.

The g*ps* girl could hear the Captain’s breaths behind her. She backed up and turned around to face him, just in time to hold her dagger to his throat. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Oh, easy! I just shaved this morning,” he said in an attempt to charm her and buy himself enough time to free himself from her knife’s hold.

“Oh really?” She asked, humoring him, his remark clearly not working. “You missed a spot,” she said adding a little more pressure to her knife against his skin.

“Hey, hey, calm down. Just give me a chance to apologize,” said Bucky.

Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion. “For what?”

“This.” Bucky knocked the dagger out of her hand by striking her wrist and he shoved her, forcing her to the ground.

A fire burned behind her eyes as she spat, “You sneaky son of a–”

“Hey, watch it. We’re in a church,” he quipped with a smirk.

She rested a hand on her hip, replying sassily, “Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?” She ended her phrase with a slight laugh.

Well, damn him, if that wasn’t the most melodious thing Bucky had ever heard. But he couldn’t allow himself to be distracted, he was assigned to take her into custody (despite not wanting to). He wasn’t about to let the sound of her voice be the reason he was kicked off the Cathedral Guard. That excuse wouldn’t hold up well in his defense. Unless...he could use the fact that he was in the church with her as his defense. She was protected by the law of sanctuary.

His moment of hesitation bought the girl just enough time to grab the tall candelabra by her side and swing it at him. Bucky regained attention to the situation just in time for him to block her blow with his sword. That wasn’t all she had up her sleeve though. She took another chance to strike him with the other end of the candlelight, but he was still fast enough to defend himself.

“I’m impressed. You fight almost as well as a man,” he noted.

That evoked another laugh from her. Dammit, she’s making this way harder than it needs to be, thought Bucky.

“Funny,” the girl began. “I was gonna say the same thing about you.” With her last word, she forced the candlelight to hit Bucky’s side, the power pushing him back.

“That’s hitting it a little below the belt, don’t you think?” he asked.

“No,” she said with a smile. “This is.” With that, she struck him between the legs, sending him to the floor with a groan.

“Touché,” he let out, pain evident in his voice. After composing himself, Bucky decided to go about the situation in a more civil matter.

“Permit me,” he offered his hand to the girl. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky. The rest of the ladies do.”

The girl remained defensive in her stance but her expression was passive. She rolled her eyes.

“And you are?” Bucky asked, trying to hear more of her voice. He wanted to put a name to the most gorgeous face he had seen. God knows her name could only be as beautiful as she looked.

“Is this an interrogation?” She quipped. Not exactly what he was hoping for...but it would do.

“I believe it’s called an introduction,” he said as he withdrew his sword back to its holder.

“You’re not arresting me?” She questioned with confusion on her face.

“Not as long as you’re in here, I can’t.”

The girl seemed to relax at that. “You’re not at all like the other soldiers.”

Bucky bowed his head in acknowledgment. “Why thank you.”

The g*ps* set the candelabra down and hesitantly walked toward him. “If you’re not here to arrest me, what do you want?”

She wasn’t close enough. Bucky stepped nearer. “I’d settle for your name.”

The end of her lips tugged up a bit at that. “Y/N,” she said.

Beautiful, Bucky thought. “I thought you were called La Esmeralda.”

“Oh, that’s just a stage name. The girl who dances for money isn’t really me, so I didn’t want to give her my name.”

Bucky’s curiosity peaked. “So who are you, really? If not the girl who loves to dance?”

“Oh I love to dance alright,” Y/N began. “But not for the reasons one would think. It makes me happy and I know it does the same for others. I do it to bring smiles to people’s faces; to bring small moments of joy in an ocean of memories of suffering.”

If Bucky wasn’t convinced of his infatuation for her then, he was now. He stepped even nearer, the desire to be closer to her overwhelming him. Not only did she appear as a work of art, sculpted by Donatello himself, but it seemed her heart and soul had been crafted by God as well. Just then, the sound of a thump, perhaps something being knocked over echoed from above them. That snapped the soldier and the g*ps* out of their reverie. Y/N turned away from and Bucky and toward the sound.

He tried to grab a hold of her wrist to keep her with him just a moment longer. “Where are you going?”

She looked back at the Captain with a determined look on her face. “To see that boy.”

Bucky shook his head. “B-But you can’t.” He didn’t really have a reason for her, he just didn’t want her to leave. He felt...something whenever they were in the same company. Something...different. A good different.

“Of course I can,” she said with a smirk lingering on her red lips. “You just can’t say anything.”

At that, she bolted in the direction at which the thump came from. She called out to the bellringer but was met with no response. Bucky followed the sound of her footsteps with his ears as she moved through the upper levels of the cathedral.

Just like that, she was out of his grasp again; leaving him to anticipate their next meeting.

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