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cuppimagines · 3 years

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Hi I'm currently dying trying to make this older guy with GIANT hands fuck me and your blog is like. killing me rn. Can we have some more imagines that have literally anything to do with big hands 🥺 I just want some big burly mobster w giant thick ass fingers to make me cum so hard i cry

I KINDA went really indulgent with this one, I had a TON of fun writing it which is probably why it came out as quickly as it did, SO I hope you like it too

Back straight, head held up, arms behind your back, but you were still shaking in your heels. The room smelled of cigar smoke, and the man in front of you toon the cigar from his mouth and put it out in an ashtray nearby. With his...second pair of arms. Not only was he a shady arms dealer that you were hunting down for months, but also a four armed, eight eyed dark grey spider with biceps bigger than your head on all four arms. His name was Harkan Spinner, and you found him alright, but now he had you right where he wanted you.

“So...” Harkan leaned against his desk. “What’s a cute little private eye doing getting in over their head? Did someone want you to find me? A pissed off colleague, a lonely betrayed friend?”

“I-well I uh...” you started to stutter. You had to find him because of a supposed loan he owed your client before jumping ship and taking business elsewhere in the country. But only now, standing in front of him did you realize that you didn’t know what to do now that you were here...He was huge, and could easily crush you under one thumb. Seeing the realization wash over you made Harkan let out a condescending laugh.

“I actually don’t care, I’m sure there are tons of people who hate me, but I didn’t expect any of them to send a rookie detective,” his eight eyes all glared you up and down. “Especially not one so cute, cute enough to eat I might add...” he stood up, and even with him getting closer to you, you didn’t run, instead looked up at him as you felt your face flush red hot.

“I’m not here to force anything, but my client knows your location, and so will be needing your lo- your Uh...” you got distracted when he put his hand on your shoulder, and pulled you even closer.

“You and I both know I won’t do that, because I really don’t give a shit,” he smirked. “But I will thank this “client” that you keep choosing not to name. I love the entertainment he sent me.” You stopped staring at him only to start staring at his hands. Along with the rest of him, Harkan’s hands were so large, you felt that if he squeezed your shoulder just a little bit harder it would shatter. And the thought made you very intimidated, but excited at the idea.

“Are you looking at something?” He asked, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Did something catch your eye little one?” His hand moved from your shoulder, right up to grabbing your face, with two of his hands holding your waist.

“Use your words kitten,” he smirked. He made you stare right up at him, and you could feel your body shake even more. He was so big...so cocky and sure of himself. You’d be angry at him but instead you were drawn to him.

“Y-your hands are...”

“Big?” His thumb gently rubbed your cheek. “And I got more than two of em, wanna see what they can do, kitten~?”

“Yes! Please...!” You realized you answered way too quickly, almost immediately, and turned your head in embarrassment.

“That’s exactly what I wanna hear,” Harkan smiled. At that second, the hand on your cheek wrapped around your neck, and his free hand went to your face, two fingers gently placed up to your mouth.

“Open your mouth, kitten,” he demanded. Your parted your lips for his fingers, and almost immediately his fingers went to the back of your throat. Just two fingers felt so large they filled your mouth so much. Without a command, you started licking his fingers, wrapping your tongue around them and curling against them. You moaned and whimpered, and shuddered in his touch.

“Mmm...you’re so cute,” Harkan smiled. “And so eager too...keep sucking, those fingers are gonna be fucking you to tears very soon...” The thought made you melt in his touch, your thighs pressed together as your arms went up to grab his large wrist. It felt too soon when his fingers left your mouth, and his hand left your throat. His two fingers were slick with your saliva, and you could swear you were drooling in anticipation for what’s gonna happen next.

Very roughly, Harkan tossed you down onto his desk, and you felt his hand creep up your skirt, while one of his other hands grabbed your wrist.

“Legs spread, keep still, be a good girl,” Harkan smiled. He pulled your panties down, and put them to the side, before two of his slick fingers started rubbing up and down your folds. You moaned, looking up at him with pleasing eyes while you kept your legs nice and spread. You wanted it so badly...

“What did I say earlier kitten?” Harkan asked, his slick wet fingers still against your cunt. “Use your fuckin words.”

“Please!” You cried out. “Please Harkan, please I need this...”

“Good...such a good girl...” Harkan smirked down at you, before you felt only one of his large fingers push past your entrance and thrust up and down inside of you. Just ONE felt so large, practically the same size of a regular cock you’ve taken in the past, and that alone got you moaning loudly for him. So large, yet so gentle at first. He obviously didn’t wanna hurt you, and it felt so good.

“That feels so good, oh god...!” You moaned. “Ah...ah fuck...you’re doing so so good...”

“No need to tell me, kitten,” Harkan leaned down and kissed you, before you felt his two fingers slide into you, filling you up so good while his thumb rubbed your clit. If your hands were free at all, you’d grab him by the collar and keep him in the kiss, but you were at this large spider’s mercy, and he pulled away and looked down at your glazed over expression. Your moans were so heavenly to him, Harkan could barely look away from you, like he was admiring his work.

“Oh kitten...” he sucked his teeth. “No other lover is treating you well are they? Haven’t had someone finger you like this?” You didn’t even answer, just moaned loudly and squirmed in his grip. You bucked your hips against his fingers, as you felt him go deeper than your own fingers ever could until his knuckles couldn’t go any further. Your moans were absolute music to the large spider’s ears, a sweet melody that made his pants feel tighter and put a satisfied smirk on his face.

He was gentle, so gentle with you at first, but he slowly got rougher the more he gauged your arousal. You felt him thrusting his fingers in and out of you while a fourth hand rubbed circles into your clit. There was a soaking wet mess that was dripping onto the table, and your eyes were completely glazed over, but soon shot back to life as you arched your back and cried out. Harkan started to get real rough and fast with you, his fingers getting soaked down to the knuckle in your juices as he watched you beg and plead for more.

“Please, please oh god please!” You moaned out. “I need more, please it feels so good!”

“Shhh shh shh,” Harkan leaned down to kiss you. “I know you do, you’re such a good little kitten, I can feel it, you’re almost there, come on~!” You felt yourself tighten around his fingers, moving and bucking your hips like your life depended on it. You couldn’t take it anymore, you could feel yourself tip over the edge. In one final loud moan of his name, your pussy clenched around him and you felt your body twitch and spasm as you finally came, soaking your inner thighs, his fingers, the table underneath you.

When Harkan let you go you lay there limp and exhausted. You felt a mess but a good one, and Harkan sat back with a grin on his face admiring his work. You tried to sit up, and noticed a very large, impressive bulging in Harkan’s pants, and went to rub at it while looking up at him.

“Sh-should I...?” You muttered. He just grabbed your hand and gently pulled it away.

“No, no, I’d be way too much for you to handle, for now that is,” he said. “I had fun with you tonight though. I guess that means I’ll be a good citizen and pay what I owe, if your client comes and faces me like an adult.” Harkan looked down at his soaking wet fingers, and went up to lick them, moaning at the taste.

“Cute enough to eat...” he smirked, causing you to turn red and look away. He looked down at you and gave you a few gentle, loving kisses on the cheek and forehead.

“If you’re still in town tomorrow, I’ll visit,” he said. “In fact I’ll drive you back, there’s no way in hell the buses are still running at this hour, sound good?”

“Yeah, uh, thanks Harkan,” you smiled, as he lifted you up in his arms and carried you, exhausted to the exit of his office.

“Anytime, kitten.”

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dailylogyn · 3 years

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Logyn Meta: Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the Marvel Comics

Photo Source (by Sexy-Salmon): https://lokisergi.tumblr.com/post/70164902295/siege-loki-problems-it-almost-looks-innocent

Other Logyn Meta’s: https://dailylogyn.tumblr.com/tagged/logyn-meta

Did you know Sigyn was in the Marvel Comics long ago? Did you know Loki had a wife?

Oh...that’s probably because Marvel wanted you to forget their terrible writing mistakes concerning this great Norse Couple.

Let’s dive into this exploration of history where the Marvel writers realized they fucked up on telling a perfectly good couples story, and in the process, setting off a spark of rebellion that caused some retconning and a group of fans to demand justice for both Loki & Sigyn -- not just as a couple, but as their own individual beings.

#JusticeforSigyn #JusticeforLoki #JusticeforLogyn

Where it First Began (Meeting & Marriage of Lies):

In September of 1978, Thor #275 came out featuring the first appearance of Sigyn, Loki’s wife from Norse Mythology. She was introduced as a beautiful Asgardian Loki had randomly come across while looking into a crystal ball inside his castle, wanting to find some companionship to fill his loneliness.

However, when Loki came with riches and jewels to offer her in exchange for her hand in marriage, Sigyn outright rejected him, stating she would never take someone as vile as him, even stating she was already engaged to an Asgardian Warrior part of Odin’s guard -- Theoric.

Unable to accept this, Loki came up with a plan to have her fiancee killed during a mission, resulting in the Trickster taking on the disguise of Theoric in order to take Sigyn for his own. Despite having slightly suspicions of her lover being more romantic than before, Sigyn didn't notice that her lover wasn’t exactly who she thought he was.

Now comes the day of the wedding as Odin marries the happy couple. This was when Loki finally revealed his true self and what he had done. Odin tried to null the marriage, but it was against Asgardian law for even the High Father to do such a thing. Hence, Sigyn accepted her fate as Loki’s wife. This caused Odin to name her the Goddess of Fidelity.

Where it’s Heading (Cargo of Incantation-Fetter’s Arms):

Loki being Loki, he did some shit that ended up with him being imprisoned in a tree by Odin, something that infuriated Sigyn, resulting in her trying to take control over Donald Blake to use over the All-Father as a way to free her husband from his punishment. However, it didn’t work out, resulting in a bunch of other crazy shit happening and putting Thor on their trail.

After Balder was killed, Loki was put on trials for his crimes and received yet another punishment that Sigyn had to protect him from -- having burden over the fact she was “the evil’s wife.” Just like the classic Norse tale, she holds a bowl over his head, shielding him from snake venom and leaving to empty it momentarily when it became full, resulting in Loki cursing her.

Also, Loki and Sigyn had a child -- Narvi, but they died young, being used as the binding to imprison Loki (following the Norse myth too.)

Some more crazy shit happens and now Odin has shackled Loki to Sigyn so he doesn’t cause anymore trouble. Loki of course is not pleased about this one bit. Having had enough of this, he went to Odin demanding to be released, only resulting in him being banished to an outpost.

There Just Might be Hope????:

Some more shit happens again, resulting in Loki being stuck in an astral form and bound to a suit of armor so he could reside in Asgard thanks to Sigyn. A fight happens with Thor, Loki and Mephisto, putting Sigyn in danger. This is when for the first time ever, Loki ends up having a tender confession of love over Sigyn, asking Thor to save her since he could not.

It’s unknown if this is just Loki putting on an act or being real, but you know how the Trickster God can be.

After the battle, while Loki had released Sigyn from her marital vows, his wife swore to always be there for him when he needed her.

And that’s the last we see of Sigyn’s regular appearance in the comics in 1996. She makes a cameo in Avengers: Unleashed #1 in 2019, but it’s nothing more than a flashback to her time of helping Loki.

A Hypothesis & Notes on their relationship in comics:

The whole entire plotline consisting of Theoric and Loki killing him in order to obtain Sigyn is just something most of the fandom doesn’t like. Not only does it objectify Sigyn, but it makes Theoric a Pointless character to introduce anyway, only used as a tool for means in which Loki can get Sigyn, when honestly, he could have done so in a different way.

I like that they stick with Sigyn being the faithful wife of Loki (that’s who she is), but they honestly don’t give her any agency in this besides that trait alone. The writers don’t even let Sigyn be her own damn person! She is SO MUCH MORE than Loki’s loyal wife. SHE IS A FREAKIN GODDESS! I know there is more we can do with her.

Instead of pulling the ‘woe is me, my husband is evil and I’ll just go along with it’ card, something else could have been done. LIKE LITERALLY, ANYTHING ELSE! We know Loki can be a troublemaker, but Sigyn knows how to deal with his shit. She isn’t some damsel in distress here! It’s another reason Loki likes her.

Couples can bicker in times, it’s normal in marriages and relationships, but to have Loki whining about how much of a burden Sigyn is is just....WHY? I mean, you went after the woman and killed another guy for her. This is what you wanted! *shakes head at writers*

I will give them kudos though for some of the stuff near the end when Loki actually starts displaying his true feelings of love towards Sigyn. And sadly we only got a little taste of that...and we aren’t even sure if it was an act or Loki being real.

THE FACT THAT SIGYN ISN’T EVEN IN THE COMICS ANYMORE SINCE 1996. She’s only mentioned, but it’s just as a tale, not as an actual person who USED to be his wife. They literally killed her off. EXCUSE ME! #JusticeforSigyn (We’re still waiting for her in the MCU...)

NORSE MYTHOLOGY TIE-INS:

There were some moments in the comics between them that they writers took from Norse Mythology with them. Thought It’d be important to list.

Loki’s Punishment of snake venom dripping onto him while Sigyn holds a bowl to collect it and shield him.

Narvi being Loki & Sigyn’s son who was killed and his insides used to bind Loki for his punishment.

Sigyn being Loki’s wife.

DIFFERENT WRITERS, DIFFERENT CHARACTERIZATION:

As is the case with everything out there, if you have different writers working on the same project, there is bound to be a difference of characterization and interpretation, resulting in OOC moments or just something completely different altogether. After researching and pondering on this subject, I FULLY believe this is what has happened with Loki & Sigyn’s relationship in the comics. Let’s take a look at the evidence I’ve found:

For the comics Sigyn’s creators were Roy Thomas, John Buscema and Tom Palmer.

Loki’s creators for the comics were Stan Lee, Larry Lieber, Jack Kirby, Violet Barclay, and honestly, many others.

My favorite quotes on them from the comics:

Wait? Despite the crappy writing, I actually have quotes I like from the comics? GASP! I call these the only positives from the comics of their relationship.

“My Sigyn-- the love of my immortal life...” — Loki, Thor Annual Vol 1 #19

“Aye-- For only Sigyn, of all in the realm eternal, feels love for Loki. And among all Asgardians, only for Sigyn does Loki feel...” — Loki, Thor Annual #19

“Sigyn loves me-- just as she is the only thing in the nine worlds that I truly love.”— Loki, Thor #483

Photo Source: https://www.zerochan.net/1262293#full

Fandoms Wish for MCU & Future Appearance Justice:

Fans would like to see Sigyn make an appearance, not only in the MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe), but also the Marvel Comics once again. They would like to see Loki & Sigyn’s characters done justice with proper writing, especially regarding their relationship with each other.

This is why there is plenty of fans out there writing Fanfiction, making Fanart, Roleplaying and even Cosplaying them, giving their interpretation’s of what their relationship would be like. This is THE VERY REASON this blog and @sigynappreciation was created to help spread awareness and unite fans who feel the same way.

These characters are very near and dear to our hearts. Some of us even worship them in our religions. We would like to see their relationship grow and portrayed in a way that helps fill the pieces of the missing puzzle to how they came to be in Norse Mythology.

CONCLUSION:

Although their relationship in the comics usually leaves fans grimacing, at least we got to have it explored. Who knows if Marvel will ever touch anything with them ever again, but at least it’s brought together a small community that continues to go strong -- and honestly, that kind of unity is what Loki & Sigyn would want.

So imagine to your hearts content! Draw that fanart! Write those fanfictions! Dress up in that cosplay! Be those characters! But just remember, you have a family here to love and support you.

SOURCES:

Sigyn’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Sigyn_(Earth-616)

Loki’s info on Marvel Database: https://marvel.fandom.com/wiki/Loki_Laufeyson_(Earth-616)

Sigyn on Marvel Universe: http://www.marvunapp.com/Appendix/sigynthor.htm

Logyn on the Shipping Wiki: https://shipping.fandom.com/wiki/Logyn

Loki & Sigyn’s relationship through Media: https://www.alehorn.com/blogs/blog/norse-mythology-loki-and-sigyn

#logyn #loki x sigyn #loki and sigyn #Marvel Comics #Loki Laufeyson #sigyn #logyn meta #Constancy & Chaos (Logyn)#justiceforsigyn #justiceforlogyn #justiceforloki

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wallwriterstuff · 4 years

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Dear Sister Part 1 ||Alec Volturi x Female Reader||

A request from @tiger-khans-blog

Part 2 can be found here

Request: Hey there I am really amused by your style of writing stories.Can I ask you another request for Alec Volturi? The thing is Demetri's younger younger Sister the reader fled from her family.As they had the tradition to get the girls married in a early age.And the reader is a Creator gifted Vampire.The Volturi gets to her.She is asked to join them.She recognizes Demetri immediately.She goes and hugs him.Demetri recognizes her.And she finds out that Alec and her mate bond.That's why she decides to torment Alec.So that he doesn't want her.But everything goes opposite.Alec falls for her head to heels.Then her Casanova image gets revealed that she is no less than her brother. Alec tries to convince her to give him a chance.Then Alec tries all the ways to make her fall in love with him too. Then she lastly agrees.Demetri gets against of this relationship.Then he tries to make them separated.But he becomes unsuccessful. As Jane is his mate.

Jane and Alec are aged up in this fic to 18.

Words: 4593 Warnings: Some swearing, sexual references, angst

The report had come from a nomad they had spared in South Africa once and Aro had immediately been intrigued. Alec couldn’t deny he was curious (for he was always curious about a great many things and Aro had given him the time to explore them all to his heart’s desire) and he had found himself in quiet contemplation ever since their mission had been revealed. He had never heard of or read about a gift quite like hers, nothing in history had even come close to it.

“You are quieter than usual brother.” Jane broke the silence between them as she artfully finished dragging the pen across her eyelid, surrounding crimson red orbs with black ink. Alec glanced back at her from his place on the windowsill. In truth he had been ready before his sister even set foot in his room, and he knew full well she had only come because she wanted to know what was going on inside his head. She didn’t share his curiosity about the world but she was always intrigued by his inner-most thoughts.

“There are few people in the world who we haven’t been able to take on, but I wonder if this one might be too much.” He confessed finally, his brows furrowing. Jane sniffed, colouring in the sharp flick at the edge of her eye.

“Too much for us? You forget our reputation brother.” She blinked a few times, turning her head side to side before flashing her reflection a wan smile. The little liquid pen clattered into the silver case she kept her makeup in and she reached for a scrunchie next to tie her hair back with.

“I’m well aware of our reputation, I helped create it after all, but we’ve never faced anyone like her.” he persisted, his frown deepening. The nomad was a skittish little bugger and hadn’t really spent all that long talking, too busy stuttering over his sentences with his eager to please attitude, so only Aro had seen through his eyes to experience what he had seen. He had been excited by the nomad’s thoughts, almost jumping up and down with pure joy and wonder. A creator of things is how he had described her, and Alec had been left plagued with questions ever since. Creator of things? What sorts of things? Did she craft elements? Weather? Actual objects? What about people? Could she create people? What were the limits of such a gift? More importantly, who was she?

Gifts were based on human traits, ones felt so strongly that to amplify them was to make them physical. For her gift to be so unique, so powerful…

“Alec!” Jane drew his attention away from the landscape beyond his window once more. Her expression was stony.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He warned.

“Get your head in the game then.” Jane said firmly. Alec hadn’t even noticed Demetri enter his room but he spotted the tracker’s raised eyebrows now. He refused to say anything, feeling the familiar bitterness sink into his chest as Jane turned to Demetri, letting him wrap her cloak around her shoulders with a flourish. He fastened it with a smile, staring down at her adoringly before his lips met her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and finally –

“If you’re done defiling my sister in front of me.” Alec scowled. He still wasn’t used to their relationship. It had to have been the slowest burn romance in history. Jane had hated Demetri and Demetri had shown no interest in her, and then suddenly they were all over each other and the pair needed one another like fire needed oxygen. Alec wasn’t sure where it had come from, but he knew he sure as hell didn’t like it.

“I have not even gotten to the defiling part, but if you would like to witness what it really means to defile someone I suggest turning off your laptop and coming to our room later.” Demetri grinned. Alec’s growl was deadly, but Jane had already shot her mate a warning look that made his smile turn sheepish. Alec didn’t give him a chance to apologize.

“Let’s just go. You’re still useful to me right now, keep it that way.” The unspoken threat lingered between them as Demetri curled his fingers around Jane’s, head bobbing in a nod and his smile vanishing as he reached for the catalogue of tenors in his repertoire, searching for the right one to grasp and follow.

“Play nicely you pair, I will not be mediating again, do I make myself clear?” Jane scolded. Alec felt the disadvantage he was at, it was visible by the way she had twisted her fingers through Demetri’s, stuck to his side like a barnacle to the underside of a ship. He tried not to sneer when he agreed but the pout on his face said it all.

“I have her, let’s grab Felix and go.” Demetri said, his voice somewhat robotic with the intensity of his focus. Alec’s eyes lingered on the way his fingers briefly squeezed Jane’s before their palms split, hands dropping back to their respective sides. It had taken a long time for Alec to admit the bitterness he felt stemmed less from the fact it was Demetri that his sister had ended up mated to, and more because if he was brutally honest, Alec was actually a little envious Jane had found someone other than him. He remained quiet though, and had resolved that Jane would never find out about that; nobody with eyes would ever deny the twins loved one another deeply, but the kind of love and intimacy a mate provided was far different from the sort of familial love they shared.

That was a gap Jane could not full.

On edge as he was Alec remained utterly silent as he ran behind the couple, his expression set in a deep frown and ears ignorant to Felix’s usual round of teasing. Jane didn’t try to engage him in conversation either, recognising his silence as a desire to remain locked in his head for a little while – when it became unhealthy she’d intervene but for now she left him with his thoughts. He almost slammed into her when Demetri suddenly came to a halt, head twisting North-West.

“What the hell?” he demanded, hands on Jane’s shoulders as both a sign of apology and to keep his momentum from ploughing her down. Demetri looked befuddled, squinting at the horizon.

“The tenor I was following just…changed location.” He answered.

“Changed location? Are you sure you’re not losing your edge?” Felix chuckled. Demetri was usually the one that would jump on the band wagon when a round of teasing began, but the quickest way to frustrate him was to question his abilities. When he rounded on his best friend Felix immediately held both hands up with his usual shit-eating grin.

“Demetri. Talk to us.” Jane requested calmly. Her hand on his shoulder made the muscles unfurl, and though he remained tense he wasn’t ready to spring anymore.

“I do not honestly know what to tell you,” he admitted, “I was following the tenor, I held it as firmly as you hold my arm now and it just…dropped. It completely disappeared for the briefest moment, and when it returned it was in the complete opposite direction.” He looked incredibly troubled by the whole affair and Jane rubbed his shoulder soothingly.

“Then we follow it in the new direction. You are the best we have Demetri, we trust you to be right.” She assured him. Alec’s nose wrinkled, his brain immediately throwing up more questions than he could answer. It wasn’t like Demetri to just lose a tenor, his gift was far too potent for that and once he had grasped the tenor he wanted to follow, he held onto it with the tenacity of a bulldog to a fresh cut steak. What could move so quickly it would confuse even Demetri? There was no way it was physically possibly to move that fast, not to switch directions so drastically and change locations so smoothly. So how had she managed to move so fast? Was it possible –

“No!” Demetri snarled, his leg extended to take a step before his head snapped in the opposite direction once more.

“It moved again?” Felix asked, surprised now and far more alert than he had been previously. Alec’s upper lip curled, his shoulders bunching with tension and distress. He didn’t like this. It felt like he was being circled, something sinister closing in.

“How!” Demetri snapped. Felix had unclasped his hands, his eyes flitting about as if he anticipated a fight. A branch snapped from behind him and Alec whirled with a growl, only to watch an innocent little deer startle and skitter away.

“How do we find her if you can’t track her?” Felix wondered aloud.

“I don’t know.” Demetri ground out. His teeth were clenched, jaw working as he fought to keep a hold of the tenor and pinpoint it once more. Alec didn’t imagine it would happen anytime soon. Someone who could move that fast was never going to be found unless they wanted to be, and given how she was hopping about right as they started to track her Alec guessed that the point was she really didn’t want to be found right now.

“Demetrius!” the sudden shout was accompanied by a gust of wind that ruffled Alec’s cloak. He whirled quickly on the balls of his feet, slipping into a half crouch with a stony expression. His nostrils flared, a shockwave rippling down his spine. She was beautiful. There was a shimmer of gold in that chestnut brown hair, the curls perfect and hanging just so just below her shoulders. Her face was defined by high cheekbones living in the shadow of thick, full lashes. Her lips were equally as plump and an errant thought about how they might taste passed through his mind unbidden.

Focus!

“Pain.” Jane hissed. Three things happened simultaneously then. One, Alec’s stomach dropped without explanation or cause. Second, the girl raised her eyebrows in disbelief, her expression a tad sarcastic as those perfectly plump lips pushed out in a pout. Third, Jane’s furious face melted into a look of tortured agony before she crumpled to the ground knees first. His head snapped back and forth between the girl and his sister, complete shock setting in. It was like she had somehow absorbed Jane’s power and reflected it back at her, the delay was too long for it to be a basic mirror gift so how had she done that?

“Enough!” Demetri snarled, lunging for her. Alec could feel the fury rolling off of him in waves and he couldn’t reach him in time to hold him back. In truth he doubted he could, the unparalleled rage that was felt by those whose mates were endangered wasn’t something to stand in the way of, nor was it something easy to abate.

Demetri ran straight through her and crashed to the floor the other side.

“Felix don’t!” Alec barked, his eyes calculating as the ear-shattering sound of Jane’s screams died away. The forest clearing was left eerily quiet, only the low rumbling of Demetri’s growling reverberated through the air now. She sighed, a soft exhale of air that seemed to deflate her entire form as she turned to look at him.

“Really Demetrius? I had hoped you would recognise me.” She confessed, her voice somewhat apathetic despite the way her brows had furrowed that betrayed how deeply conflicted the knowledge made her feel. Her voice was musical to his ears, enough to daze him slightly and Alec desperately fought through the sudden, confusing, onslaught of emotion. Demetri had faltered now, his full name had been agitating enough but the implication he should know her was just downright unsettling to them all. There weren’t many left alive who knew them from their earliest days, and the fact Demetri seemed to struggle to know her was only more proof to Alec that this girl was not only dangerously powerful. but old enough to know how to use that power in the most effective way.

Demetri edged his way around the new threat while Felix quietly circled from behind. Alec shook his head at the giant, knowing deep down it would do no good. The girl would have to be adequately distracted if they were going to take her down. Jane was on her feet again and Demetri quickly pushed her behind his own body once he was close enough, his eyes narrowed.

“You might wear her face, but I cannot believe you are her.” he hissed. Alec had never seen Demetri look like he did right then. The tracker was confident, suave, charming even if the sheer number of partners he’d managed to tempt his way before he’d settled with Jane was anything to go by. Alec had seen him furious, elated, even upset once or twice, but he’d never seen him tortured, not like this. Demetri was watching her like he’d seen a ghost, like he wasn’t sure if she might attack him or if she’d disintegrate – and he didn’t know which would be worse.

“You were never the one lacking faith when we were small,” She remarked dryly. Vibrantly crimson red eyes flashed with indignation, a full pink lip curled back in a smirk that was more of a sneer. Alec wanted to look at Demetri, see his reaction, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her twisted expression. Her pain was almost tangible, like he had internalised it to. He didn’t like that expression on her face at all and he didn’t really understand why before the wind changed direction. Mint. Fresh mint and sunshine on warm sand. His eyes widened slightly. They were his favourite scents, two of his favourite scents blended and combined into one perfect smell that was caught in his nose and ensnared every fibre of his being. Only one person in the world was meant to smell that way to him. He had heard Jane and Chelsea and so many others tell him as much.

“Y/N.” Demetri breathed. Alec could only watch, warring with himself as Demetri moved to embrace her, the shock he felt evident on his face. Jane was quietly seething beside him, watching her mate embrace another woman, but Alec finally felt the last puzzle piece slip into place when Demetri turned with her tucked under his arm. The shine to chestnut brown hair, the high cheekbones, the full, dark lashes, the very structure of their faces…it was all too similar to be a coincidence.

“You’re related.” He said. Demetri nodded, looking overwhelmed with emotion as he stared down at the girl tucked beneath his arm.

“I thought her dead, I tracked you to a dock and could go no further. You were just gone.” He said. She scoffed slightly.

“Would you have had me stay? Marry that disgusting oaf thrice my age? He was said to have beaten all the whores in the brothel,” She turned her gaze to the floor, “No matter how much I love you brother you were not making the right choice for me. I had to look after myself.” Demetri looked pained by her admission while Alec’s mind reeled.

“So the only feasible thing to do was run away? You didn’t even try to talk to me or mother!” Demetri argued.

“For what purpose! My job was to be worthy of the dowry paid for me and mother made it abundantly clear I could not even do that right given her choice of suitor for me!”

“Mother loved you! I loved you! I still do! I have grieved your loss every day of this life.”

Alec’s brain had finally switched off by then. Only Jane seemed to notice his obvious distraction but there was little time to comment on it between meeting her mate’s sister and having to convince her not to run from them anymore. Through the daze he was in Alec understood that if she ran now, disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared, then she would be missing from both of their lives forever.

“Stay. You have to stay.” He blurted. Multiple heads snapped his way, furrowed brows and confused expressions surrounding him. Her face twisted into an amused expression.

“Oh do I, pretty boy?” she questioned. Alec ignored the way his stomach fluttered at the strange pet name, swallowing hard as he tried to organise his scrambled thoughts. How was he supposed to explain the complexity of what he was thinking, what he was feeling, when he barely knew himself?

“You do.” Alec pushed, his voice firm. His words were falling from his mouth before he even consciously thought of them. Her amused expression never faltered as he fought to regain some control of himself. The embarrassment of being caught unawares had him scowling, chest puffing as a desperate need to defend his authority broke free of the maelstrom he was feeling.

“I don’t think-“

“It’s pointless you thinking at all. If we return without you there will be no corner of this Earth you may settle in. Demetri will be forced to hunt you for the rest of your immortal life, so, to make it easier on both of you, you’re best coming with us now.” Alec kept his voice firm even though he felt the flutter of nerves in his gut. What if she said no? He’d never know his mate if she left now, and Y/N was so worth getting to know. It had been so many centuries since Jane was as happy and calm as she was, and the very same thing was at his fingertips, just an arms-length away, waiting for him to reach out and grab it.

“And you think he would find me?” she asked. The question hung in the air, the growing tension palpable almost. Once her eyes locked with his he couldn’t look away, time became non-existant and his companions faded in favour of leaving a single face, just one, that his whole world centred around. He pushed back, desperate to stop whatever was trying to pull him towards her so he could gain some clarity. The more distance, the easier it was to think. Alec didn’t blink, he had no need to, so he saw every little moment as she disappeared in a wisp of red smoke and reappeared just as fast in front of him. He was immediately overpowered by her scent, by her voice, by everything she was and everything they had the potential to be.

“Please.” He said, quieter this time. He really wasn’t sure he’d survive if she left. Y/N’s head tilted, her smirk dropping the slightest bit for a fraction of a second as she leaned closer to him. Just like that, it returned, and her lips were diverted from their heart stopping path towards his mouth towards his cheek instead.

“Since you asked so nicely, take me back to your house pretty boy.”

Alec did.

Y/N was immediately given a black cloak, a cloak she at first refused before Demetri took her aside and they had a long discussion that had ended with her walking back in to accept her place amongst them. Alec had watched her from afar ever since. Inevitably Demetri had reconnected with his sister, and he watched as the man teased her mercilessly in between reminiscing about their shared history. He watched her craft gifts he’d never even considered in his long history of living and was left awed each time he saw one. She moved fluidly and with grace, quickly picking up the fighting techniques Felix taught her and decimating their enemies like a one-woman army. He fell in love with every little thing about her from afar. He adored the way she had a comeback for every occasion and the little smirk she quirked upward just for him when they passed in the corridor. He was besotted with the way her melodic voice always sang a nickname only he was given.

He had found her in the library once, curled up with an old looking book he knew wasn’t from their library – because Alec knew every book in their library cover to cover – in her hands. He’d been surprised at how mellow and calm she was that day, how she’d greeted him with a smile that was devoid of anything false, genuinely and calmly content for perhaps the first time since they’d met. There were a myriad of other little things he found out once they began to read together to, things that only made him fall in love with her a little bit more. She wrinkled her nose before a storm, always able to smell the rain in the air before anyone else ever did. She hummed in the shower, old folk songs Alec didn’t know but was quickly learning the tune to. Her every movement was like dancing because she had once trained as a way to pass the decades. Whenever she stepped into the sun, she lifted her face to its rays for just a moment to soak in their warmth.

“Earth to Alec.” Felix waved a hand in front of his face and Alec was quick to snatch it from the air. He quickly shifted his body, flipping Felix over his shoulder with a growl that voiced his displeasure. Felix laughed, loud and long with a gleam in his eye that told Alec just how much he was enjoying this. The giant pulled him down with him in the blink of an eye, rolling him beneath him and pressing his knee tight into the inner side of his thigh to keep him pinned.

“Bastard.” Alec snarled.

“If your eyes weren’t on Y/N you might have seen it coming.” He teased. Alec was fuelled by sheer embarrassment at that, lifting his free leg and kicking Felix back with such force he dented the wall opposite him.

“Keep your mouth shut!” he warned. Felix hissed, pulling himself free of crumbling bits of marble and brushing the dust from his clothes.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked in amazement, “It’s clear as day you love the woman Alec so stop pining after her with your eyes and just ask Y/N out already! Take your frustration out by pounding her, not me!” Alec let loose another warning growl, but it was stopped dead by the familiar, refined tone of Demetri. His head whipped to the left, finding the tracker stood tall in the doorway. His expression was devoid of any emotion.

“Surely that’s a sick joke.” He said finally. Alec blinked, somewhat astonished at the venom behind Demetri’s voice.

“Excuse me?” he asked. Demetri scowled, lip curling back above his teeth.

“My sister is off limits.” He hissed, fists clenching at his sides. Felix very smartly moved out of their way.

“Then so is mine!” Alec snapped.

“We’re mates! You cannot fight fate!” Demetri argued, “A puppy crush is something else. Find somewhere else to place your affections, Alec.”

“Maybe fate wants me to put them right in your sister.” He sneered, tired of his attitude and feeling a righteous kind of fury burn through him. Demetri was already starting to growl at him, slowly lowering his centre as he prepared to strike. Alec didn’t give him the chance, the mist pouring from his palms as they trembled near his sides. Demetri dropped like a stone, Felix soon following when he went to stop the younger boy.

“Enough Alec!” Felix shouted.

“Yes, I have had enough! I have had enough of all of your filthy jokes hinting at the ways you repeatedly defile my sister! I have had enough of having to pretend I’m okay with watching your sickening displays of affection with my twin! I knew it from the moment I met her that Y/N was made for me, her scent is my favourite smell and nobody appreciates the little things about her the way I do. Your sister is very much my mate and if I cannot keep you from Jane, you will not be keeping Y/N from me!” he promised, voice strong and echoing off of the marble walls of the training room. It took him a second to remember just who was in it.

Y/n stared back at him with an open-mouth, completely shocked it seemed by his admission. His anger was swept away in a flurry of horror, horror that quickly faded to disappointment as Santiago stepped forward with a look of disgust on his face.

“You’ve been sharing my bed knowing Alec is your mate?” he demanded. Her head snapped back and forth between them so quickly it was at risk of snapping right off. Alec could see the panic in her eyes as another lower guard member stepped forward.

“You replaced me with Santiago? My gift almost guarantees me permanent status here, why would you downgrade?”

“Watch your mouth!” Santiago snarled. Y/N looked back at him as Alec felt his heart freeze over, a deep, raw kind of ache starting up in his chest. She’d slept with Santiago and that random guy who wasn’t even worthy of having his name remembered? Had she not felt it the day they met the way he had? No…no, they’d read together at least once a week for the past five months she’d been here! He’d seen her drop her guard the first day they had met, he was sure she had felt it, so why would she find the company of the other guard members more preferable to his?

“Just how many of the other guard members have you slept with?” Demetri demanded, looking equally as horrified. Alec was sure that was more to do with her choice of partner than anything else. A horrible numbness began to set in. Did she truly not care for him? Alec would have died for her, hell, he’d have ripped off an arm if she asked it of him, such was the depths of his devotion to her.

“Alec I-“

“Goodbye.” The single word shredded his throat like he’d pushed a ball of thorns up through it, but that pain was nothing compared to the distinct throbbing in his chest. His mate didn’t care, that much was obvious. He left the argument fading behind him, walking with tunnel vision towards his room.

His mate didn’t care. And it tore him apart.

#twilight #twilight fanfiction #alec volturi #volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #demetri volturi #jane x demetri #alec x female reader #x reader #reader is a powerful b*tch #the next part will be happier I promise

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whatyouwantedmetosee · 3 years

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Thoughts on some Jack X Joey??

Boy howdy do I have a lot of thoughts!! (I actually love this ship, whoops.)

Disclaimer: a lot of my thoughts are from before the Illusion of Living, but now that I know the IOL stuff, I can’t not factor that in to my thoughts. So, various slight spoilers for the Illusion of Living under the cut!

Secondary Disclaimer: My information about the books is via other people, so I may have slight information wrong. This is a lot of headcanons anyway so please excuse any inaccuracies!

(It’s also honestly a lot of rambling character analysis rather than ship thoughts, so I guess if you want to hear my TED Talk on Jack Fain’s personality that’s in here too.)

SO! Obviously this one isn’t exactly like... an Obvious Pairing. But it’s one I think could, theoretically, be pretty nice.

First off: So like, I’m honestly just, gobsmacked, the amount of fuel for my sorta niche ship that showed up in the Illusion of Living? Joey Drew and Jack Fain have coffee and chat, that’s cUTE??? (Also apparently the audiobook puts weird emphasis on Joey enjoying their... meetings, which IDK, it’s probably intended as a like “haha yeah it’s a work meeting even tho we’re actually just having coffee for most of it” but tOO BAD I MADE IT QUEER NOW.

Anyway, on to actual thoughts, which I have split into mini chapters because I am physically incapable of being succinct:

Part One: The Accidental TED Talk About Jack Fain (Or At Least How I View Him)

A lot of my thoughts on this ship are affected by how I view Jack as a character, I think? I see him as someone who’s soft, and nice, yeah, and overall very chill, but I don’t really see him as a pushover, really? I feel like, Jack’s a character who can tell what people want, and then sorta... gently steer them in a direction, rather than just going with what they want.

So like, with Sammy - Sammy is real direct and blunt and rude, and somehow Jack manages to work with him well. This is actually sorta how I view that one IOL scene where Jack interrupts Joey and Sammy’s Gay Reminiscing:tm: - he sees Sammy getting off track and distracted, and decides to step in to keep things back on topic.

I feel like this probably is also how they’re able to work together so well, because Jack can tell when he needs to step in to keep Sammy on track, while also understanding how Sammy wants him to act and doing what Sammy wants him to do. (And as a side note, I honestly feel like Sammy probably knows this and appreciates it? Helps keep things running smoothly. Probably why he isn’t as much of an ass to Jack as he can be to other people.)

Basically, I see him as having a pretty good skill at like, working out people’s systems, working out how to please them, while also coming to compromises that help him also get his point across.

I also feel like, I’m not sure how much of Jack’s Big Attention Seeking Energy is him, so much as him filling a role to do what needs to be done? I don’t think he necessarily hates it, but like... Working with Sammy, someone has to be doing that role. He knows how to work with people, work an audience, get the attention the duo needs to be successful the way Sammy can’t. (Sammy outright doesn’t want attention, but alas, that doesn’t really pay the bills.)

But then, when you hear about Jack at JDS, he tends to get away from everything and be more chill - and I read that as more like, now that he doesn’t need to draw attention for his job, he’s able to settle down a little in that regard. Writing is a lot different from pleasing a crowd, so he doesn’t need to maintain that persona, and can slip into more comfortable habits, get some more peace as he works on writing.

(Also, wrt the one audiolog he has about not being too bothered about that one award being in Joey’s name - I feel like, if he doesn’t actually want the attention so much, I could see him... like, legitimately just not minding it that much, actually, rather than being passive aggressive about it or anything.)

Anyway!!! Those are my thoughts on Jack, so now we can move onto...

Section B: Jack/Joey? On This Blog??? It’s More Likely Than You Think

So then, with regards to like... shipping with Joey. Note that we’re now sliding into even more headcanon-y territory.

I feel like at the very beginning, Joey probably misreads Jack a lot. He’s still kinda expecting that showy, charismatic, crowd-pleasing persona, the like... what he reads as wanting attention. (Which, true, Jack was seeking that out - because the job required it, not because he, specifically, wanted it.)

So, what he gets is a bit more of a surprise - a bit more chill, calmer. But, he still has that ability to work with people, even though he’s not using it on a crowd.

From the sounds of things in IOL, it seems like, the meeting stuff between Joey and the Music Dept. Boys goes pretty smoothly... but like, I get the impression that later on in the studio’s timeline, things go slightly less well between Sammy and Joey. (Stares at the conspicuous lack of Jack Fain in DCTL. Hm.)

But yeah, I like to imagine, Jack in meetings with Joey and Sammy, helping like... smooth things over more when changes need to be made or the music isn’t working out quite how Joey wants it to. Jack knows enough about Sammy to know how to appeal to his side of things, while also compromising enough with Joey’s side of things, incorporating the changes Joey wants but suggesting ways it could work better, helping tone down Joey’s helpful suggestions that wouldn’t work as well as he thinks they would.

I’m a big fan of the concept of like... Joey originally has a big crush on Sammy, he’s so mysterious, what’s going on in his head, etc. - but then, a lot more slowly, he gets to know Jack better, spends more time with him, slowly works out how Jack actually works. Learns to appreciate that more subdued charisma he has, the way he can tell how people work and work with it.

And then, it’s just nice to imagine a nicer more chill Joey ship. Have some nice meetings, get coffee together, casually make out in Joey’s office. That’s some good content.

(It also works nicely because I feel like... IDK, I don’t think Jack would just put up with Joey’s Being Joey, I don’t think he’s that much of a pushover. So like, IDK, in this scenario Joey learns to be a bit less of a jerk, maybe things don’t go so bad. Or, I mean. Stares some more at the conspicuous lack of Jack Fain in DCTL. Hmmmmm.)

...

Also like, this is also good opportunity for a Joey/Sammy/Jack OT3, give Joey the best of both worlds. Jack cares a lot about Sammy, Joey is infatuated with Sammy and slowly grows to understand Jack, Jack helps Sammy and Joey clash slightly less and work together better, etc. It’s a different ship, but also good.

Act III: Okay But What If I Added Some Angst? Eh? Any Takers???

So, first up, consider: this very good post of Jack Fain thoughts by @inkyvendingmachine. Now hear me out:

Jack Fain, who (through whatever nonsense) ended up with his office nice and tucked away in the sewers where he has some peace and quiet. Due to Some Reason, be it poor memory on Joey’s part or unclear instruction when he demanded that the Ink Demon be locked up...

The Ink Demon gets locked away in the Infirmary... but, unbeknownst to Joey, Jack is still in there. Things don’t go well. Joey realises, and...

Well.

Add in some previous Jack/Joey shipping, and Joey suddenly realising what he’s caused, unintentionally or no. Lead that into either Joey losing it and turning to his weird ink nonsense, or Joey going further than he meant in attempt to somehow reverse what he did.

Throw in some additional: Jack is no longer there to help balance out Joey’s Joeyness. He’s also no longer there to help out with Sammy and Joey interactions - a Sammy who can tell something’s happened with Jack, but Joey sure isn’t going to just tell him what happened, and that certainly isn’t helping things here.

...

maybe i put something like that in my requirement au. just a little. its fine. i lov to cause myself pain

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #mochi writes #mochi replies #anon #bendy: the illusion of living spoilers #jack fain #joey drew #jack/joey #batim requirement au #through technicality #my condolences to anyone who reads this essay i wrote #a lot of this is probably headcanon territory whoops #im not sorry #also apologies for any typos or anything its 4:20- oh hey blaze it- its 4:20 and im too tired rn to proofread #mochi ships

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luccislegs · 5 years

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Idk, I think it might be bc you're early on in the series/are a new blog? Just a guess, since a lot of people like Ace/Law/Kid or whoever. Anyhow, could I have some headcanons of Sanji with a crush who hides their mouth under a slip-on mask? They were told were told by their village elders that they have a disturbing grin and the mask doubles as a partial disguise while going out. Hope you get more requests soon!

i can appreciate that actually. also if that’s the case i should probably dip lmao i hate having to beg for asks. i do however appreciate you trying to help! also explain to me where you get these ideas bc they are stellar

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“Hey.”

You jumped a little as a voice sounded from above you. Out of pure habit, you reached up and adjusted your mask, making sure it hadn’t slipped. When you looked up, you found a young man in a straw hat hanging upside down from the lowest branch of the tree you were seated under.

“Hello,” you said hesitantly. He wasn’t blinking as he stared, which would have been unnerving enough, but the straight line frown he wore made the whole of his upside down face downright disturbing. Closing the book in your lap, you prepared to run.

“Why doesn’t your mouth move when you talk?” he asked. His voice was deadpan, with little to no curiosity, which was in opposition to the fact that he had asked you a question that bordered on too personal.

You weren’t sure what possessed you to answer. Maybe it was that he seemed a bit dense, maybe it was the fact that he made you feel normal, but whatever it was, it made you say, “It’s…a mask.”

With that, he flipped out of the tree, landing on his feet in front of you. His mouth stretched into a wide and silly grin, instantly putting you at ease. “Why are you wearing that?” His question, though asked with no malice, set off alarm bells in your head, and you began to shut down.

“That’s none of your business, straw hat. I have to go.” But that wouldn’t be the last you saw of him.

You met the rest of the crew later on in the week, at the same time you found out they were pirates. It didn’t take them long to realize that the villagers seemed to avoid you unless absolutely necessary, and that you wore that mask like it was a defense against them. Each of them asked, at least once, and though you were less frosty than you had been with Luffy, you still made it abundantly clear to them that the topic was off limits.

They took the hint, and took it well, which maybe attributed to why you agreed to join their crew the day they decided to leave port. That, and they didn’t act like you were a freak for wearing it, even though they had only ever seen half of your face. They didn’t pressure you to remove it, to let them see it. They accepted that you may never show them, and invited you anyway.

You didn’t turn around to wave goodbye to anyone on the island, you knew that no one would be there waiting to see you off. It was likely only your imagination, but you thought maybe you could hear the whole island breathe one collective sigh of relief as you sailed away on a boat full of relative strangers. You did, too.

One person that seemed to care less than any of the others was Sanji. He treated you just like any of the others on the ship, except maybe Zoro. You weren’t sure what that was all about, but the others seemed to ignore it, so you did too.

You had been on the ship for a few months when you began to notice a change in his behavior, however. It was such a gradual change that you didn’t notice it at first, in fact, you weren’t really sure why you noticed it all of a sudden. You just did.

A big tell-tale was less flirting with Nami and Robin. Not that he didn’t still freak out periodically, but it was just…less.

A less obvious tell, and one you thought you were imagining at first, was that he began to watch you. More than he was before, and in a different way than before. It wasn’t suspicious, maybe concern, maybe confusion, you weren’t sure. But the more you watched him, the more he watched you.

It wasn’t long before it began to bother you, and you began to grow paranoid. Maybe he was finally wondering what was wrong with your face that you had never shown it, maybe he was going to demand you reveal yourself. Panic filled you at the thought, and you began to contemplate jumping ship at the next port of call. You wondered how long it would take them to notice you hadn’t come back, and that thought made you feel so lonely it was almost unbearable. It was the first time you had actually felt like you belonged somewhere, with no one judging you, no one casting dark looks over the shoulder as you passed, not ducking down alleyways as you approached.

The idea of leaving left your head swimming, and it was as you were starting to drown in it that Sanji approached.

The call of you name snapped you out of it, just enough that you could respond, but realizing that it was him sent you spiraling again. He wore a serious, contemplative look, the cigarette between his lips casting a strange shadow across his face.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” he asked, stopping just shy of your personal space.

“Nothing,” you said, a little to quickly, and even to you it sound hollow and untrue. But you couldn’t think of anything to add, too lost in your own negativity as you were, and you were content to stay there, until he spoke again.

“So, uh, we’re going to be landing soon. I was wondering…I have to go shopping so…do you maybe want to go into town with me?” he asked, his cheeks a flaming red that only grew brighter the more words tumbled out of his mouth. He was scratching the back of his head, his eyes flicking towards your face but never quite meeting yours.

Whatever you had expected him to say or ask, it wasn’t that, and you began to gnaw at your bottom lip as you considered his request. Throwing caution to the wind in the wake of the relief that filled your chest, you nodded, allowing a small, shy smile to creep up onto your face.

You shut it down just as quickly, slamming the happiness down as hard as you could before it could really manifest itself. It was too much to hope that he would go any further, too much to hope that it was more than it seemed. But still, you couldn’t help the tiny spark that lit in your chest.

From that moment until the time the anchor dropped at the dock, your heart fluttered against your ribs like a trapped bird, hope and despair playing tug-of-war with your nerves the whole time.

They eased a little when Sanji looked to you and offered his arm, which you took hesitantly but quickly came to enjoy. As you strolled through the square, he chatted amicably, like you were his best friend, and you found yourself reciprocating with ease. It was easy to forget for a while that you weren’t like everyone else, Sanji just treated you like that.

The facade was broken by a child screaming out, “What is that freaky mask your wearing? Are you ugly?”

As soon as you registered what was said, you deflated and sunk in on yourself, hunching your shoulders as you used your hair to hide your face. On the verge of tears, you yanked your arm from Sanji’s, wanting nothing more than to run back and hide on the ship. A strong hand on your wrist prevented you from escaping, and to your astonishment he began to yell at the child, calling him rude and demanding he apologize.

Unable to look up, you missed the terror on the boy’s face, followed by his mother ushering him away in a hurry, casting scathing looks back at your companion.

The grip on your wrist relaxed, and his thumb began to rub circles on your skin. “Hey, don’t listen to him. I don’t have to see your face to know you’re beautiful.”

It was such a typically Sanji thing to say you couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped your lips, but you quickly clamped your hand over the mask covering your mouth and cast a quick glance at Sanji.

“You can laugh. I’m not offended,” he said with a shrug. His hand slid further down, linking his fingers between yours before he began to pull you along in the direction you had been heading before the rude child called out.

You let him, watching the back of his head in bewilderment.

That initial outing didn’t establish a pattern exactly, but it quickly became apparent to everyone that something more was going on between the two of you since that day. Gentle hand brushed, a hand on your lower back as he passed by you, and soft smiles in your direction were too obvious to miss.

He still had his outbursts about Robin and Nami, but now they seemed reactionary rather than attention seeking, and even they could see the difference. Something about you had enamored him, and all without him ever seeing your full face.

The idea that he ever would filled you with dread. So you began to pull away.

He didn’t give you very long to try, though, and approached you about it exactly one week into your avoidance scheme. Naturally, you tried to duck away from him, but his hand around your wrist stopped you. It reminded you so strongly of that first day, that date, as you had begun to think of it, that you wanted to cry. It hurt to be so afraid of something as natural as this, but you couldn’t take the rejection if he decided, like your village had, that your smile was too unnatural to be normal.

“What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly avoiding me? Did I do something wrong?” he demanded, but he didn’t sound angry. Just hurt.

It twisted your heart, and you stopped trying to pull away. He was so kind, and funny, and charming, and all that coalesced into as strong a pull as you had ever felt towards someone before, and that frightened you. “No, Sanji. It’s– I–” You sighed in frustration at the words that wouldn’t come. You wanted to let him down easy, but it was impossible when you didn’t want to let him down at all. “I think– it’s better this way. I have a lot of…problems, from my past. I don’t want to drag you down.”

“It’s about that mask, isn’t it?” he asked, pulling at your wrist so you would turn around to face him. You went willingly enough, but wouldn’t look him in the eyes. “I don’t care about what’s under it. If it’s a scar or– or you have big lips or–”

You snickered at that, placing the back of your hand to the mask to stifle the noise. A flicker of a smile appeared on his face as well, but fell quickly.

“I mean it. I don’t care what’s under the mask. I like you, I want to get to know you better, if you’ll let me?” It was more question than statement; he was asking permission, and that endeared him all the more to you. For such a flirt, he sure was polite.

You looked up at him, trying to gauge whether he was lying at all, even though you knew from his tone that he wasn’t. He was only every this serious about food and fighting. And you, it seemed.

Trying to tamp down the rising panic in your chest, you began to reach up towards the ties that held your mask in place, your head starting to swim as your breathing became more shallow. Hands on yours stopped your progress though, and through the fog you could hear Sanji say, “Hey, you don’t have to show me. Not until you’re ready.”

Tears sparked at the sincerity, but you shook your head, words coming out in a hoarse tumble. “I need to know you’ll accept me as I am, before I get too attached and you hurt me. It’s better this way. Believe me.”

You could hardly see him, but thought you saw him nod, and the hands slipped from yours. The ties came loose a second later, and you cradled the mask gently in your hands as you brought it down from your face. It was the first time in many, many years that you had allowed someone to see you without it, and it felt like you were standing on the deck naked without it.

Sanji remained quiet as he stared at you, drinking in your face in it’s entirety like it was his first sip of water in a week. “Well, I don’t see any big lips, or a mustache, so–“

You cut him off with a snort, your lips curling up in a smile before you could stop it. Immediately, you clapped a hand to your mouth, barely daring to look at him but needing to know what his reaction was.

His brows furrowed, and his hand came up to tug gently at yours. You reluctantly allowed him to pull it down, clasping it in his like he was afraid you were going to hide behind it again if he let go. “Is that what you’re so afraid of? Your smile?”

The nod you gave him was a forced one; it felt like a weakness admitting it. The villagers never expressly made you wear the mask, but they made it clear they liked you better behind it. It became an unspoken rule that you had to wear it, and pretty soon you began to believe something actually was wrong with your smile, and with you. But the way Sanji was staring at you, not with disgust but with confusion, made you believe, just for a second, that maybe nothing was wrong.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it. Maybe it isn’t exactly like mine, but that doesn’t mean you have anything to be ashamed of.” His free hand came up and pushed a curl of hair out of your face, his fingers tracing a gentle path down your cheek afterwards. “I understand if you’re afraid, but my personal opinion is that you’re gorgeous. Wear the mask if it makes you feel better, but you don’t need to be ashamed of anything.”

More than anything, besides the fact that he didn’t outright run from you in horror, you were relieved that he didn’t diminish your fears. They were long kept and deep rooted, and they weren’t going to be conquered in one night. But even with just one person on your side, by your side, you felt better already. Like maybe one day you would be able to face everyone without your mask.

“Thank you, Sanji,” you whispered, your voice thick with unshed tears.

“You’re welcome, princess. You gonna stop avoiding me now?” he asked, flicking you gently on the forehead.

You giggled, and before you could even consider lifting your hand to hide it, it was already coming up. But then his was wrapped around it, squeezing gently. “We’ll work on that,” he said, leading you into the kitchen. “I think it’s time we celebrate to seeing that pretty face of yours.”

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let me explain something to y’all it is 11pm here and this got wildly out of hand and it’s too mushy and i have an extreme paranoia of characters being ooc without meaning for them to be event tho sanji is hella easy but this was also super fun to write

also i suck at endings but tbh this one is like, top 5 for me so kudos me ima pat myself on the back. i’m posting this now bc idk what a schedule is :^)

also x2 i realized i didn’t edit this stupid thing, then i reread the ask for the third time and realized you asked for headcanons so long story short no headcanons, just scenario, and one very tired, incapable of reading admin

#excuse my ramblings im what you might call exhausted #sanji vinsmoke #sanji vinsmoke x reader #one piece scenarios

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Effigy-a 2D drabble

Not really a full-fledged fic, but this was another gift I wrote around the holidays for the SUPER TALENTED @stupotato! Wanted to give 2D some appreciation! Please check out their blog if you’re in the mood for some good 2D content! <3 <3 <3

Stuart sat on the back porch of the Spirit House, smoking. One last afternoon like this, to enjoy this quiet little suburb, and then it was back to London, back to Damon’s demanding schedule, Jamie’s intrusive photoshoots, and Murdoc’s insufferable…Murdocness.

He sighed wistfully. Detroit had been pretty good to him. He’d never dreamed it possible that he could produce an album almost singlehandedly, and yet here he stood, glowing with the success of The Now Now. It had been overwhelming at times, and he couldn’t lie: there was some relief to having Murdoc back, to having the band resume its old dynamic and feel the thrill of the unexpected future coming on and coming on. Anyway, autumn was coming in fast, and he liked being able to wander through SoHo in this kind of weather, smoking, people-watching. It would be good to get back to England, to get some decent curry and to behold the absolute grayness of the Thames once more.

Now if he could just finish packing up, they could start planning their last meal in the States before catching their morning flight.

Ashing the end of his cigarette, Stu straightened up from where he’d been bent over the rickety porch banister, looking out at the quiet backyard, the backyards of the other peaceful little houses. It had been a good run, really it had.

“I think he’s out here,” Noodle’s voice carried over from the door, and he turned to find her heading out, her signature fluffy blue jacket draped over her shoulders. “Yeah! 2D’s out back, you guys!”

“Hey, Noods, what’s up?”

“Something came in the mail, something that we want you to see,” she replied with a mischievous grin.

“What is it?”

“Hey man,” Russel came outside, pulling a leather jacket on and easing down into one of the creaky Adirondack chairs that they had brought out not long after moving in. “Saying goodbye to Spirit House?”

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Bittersweet, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I’m always sorry to leave the States.”

“Oi, Dents!” One last, loud voice, instantly grating on his nerves, bounced down the stairs. There was the sound of heeled boots clicking their way along tired wooden steps, and then Murdoc was practically falling out onto the porch, his hands behind his back, face split in half from the wide smile he wore.

“Right,” Stu sighed wearily. “What’ve you done then, Muds?”

“Placed a little order a while back,” Murdoc replied. “Best investment I ever made. Got my package today, in fact. Actually, anyone who placed the order should be getting it within the week, I’d imagine.”

“What’d you order then?” he raised a brow. “Another upside down rubber cross? That why you’re so giddy, tosser?”

“Oh funny Stu, very good. Vulgarity suits you.” Murdoc’s dark eyes flashed playfully, and despite the barbs they hurled at each other, they were both trying not to laugh.

As much as Stu and Murdoc loved to hate each other, an antagonistic friendship, a deep, often flirtatious, utterly mental bond had formed years ago, and since being reunited after Murdoc’s stint in prison, Stu had to admit that they spent less time fighting in earnest, and more time fighting to outdo the other in lewd comments. Middle age had turned their rivalry more companionable, and the bassist, though he would never say it aloud, had clearly been impressed by what Stu had accomplished in their months apart. Stu bore the bassist’s respect with a cocky pride: it was something he’d longed for since the band had first formed.

Murdoc sauntered towards him, and Stu stood up on his tip-toes, trying to see what he was holding behind his back. He couldn’t quite make it out though.

“Well then? Gonna show me?”

“It’s you,” Murdoc giggled, utterly manic.

“What?”

“Its you!” He said again, now whipping the hidden item out from behind his back and startling Stu so much that he nearly careened backwards over the railing. In his hands was an absurdly lifelike figurine of—him—in the outfit he’d worn during the shooting of the “Tranz” music video, down to the microphone clutched in his hands. And, just like in the video (curtesy of special effects), the figurine’s eyes were glowing bright white.

“What the fuck?!” Recovering his balance, Stu stumbled forward to reach out and touch the figurine. “You have this specially made?”

“Of course he didn’t!” Noodle laughed. “2D, don’t you remember a few months ago when we asked you to sign off on that copyright paperwork? For merchandising?”

“I thought it was gonna be for shirts or mugs or sommat. Not…we’ve done figurines before, haven’t we?” As he spoke, he reached out, wanting to touch it but also a little alarmed. The figurines they’d sold in the past, those had been much less realistic. This 2D showed his age from the lines on his forehead to the stiffness in his shoulders. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“We definitely clarified it to you,” Russel disagreed. “You just weren’t paying any attention.”

“Isn’t it hilarious? The eyes are what get me!” Murdoc said, delighted, allowing Stu to take the figurine from his hands and look it over.

“Why’d you order one?”

“Needed an effigy, didn’t I?”

He glared at the bassist. Fuck Murdoc and his tendency to latch onto lyrics. “Gonna stick pins in this then, set it on fire?”

“Haven’t decided yet,” Murdoc replied casually, reaching into his back pocket and producing a cigarette. “Got a light?”

“Not for you.”

“Maybe if I hold it to the glowing eyeballs, they’ll warm up the butt and it’ll spark: y’think?”

He rolled his eyes, handed over his lighter without further complaint. “So, where’s the Noodle and Russel one? And did they make one for you in your prison garb, or did Ace get a figurine for covering a single album? That would be his luck, wouldn’t it?”

“Nah, there’s no figures of us. Only you, Dee,” Russel answered.

“Huh? Why?”

“This was your album, you’re the face of it,” Noodle said, taking a seat on the bottom of the porch steps, reaching out to touch the dying leaves of tomato plants she had cultivated during the summer months in large pots. They were withered away now, having served their purpose, ready to be abandoned as the band moved on.

“Really?” Stu looked at the figure more closely. The glowing eyes, he had to admit, were pretty cool. “Just me?”

“Frankly, I deserved one more’n you since our poor fans missed me something dreadful while I was gone. But then, you always were the pretty boy. And the media favors a pretty boy to someone more ruggedly handsome, unfortunately,” Murdoc spoke between pulls.

“Well, I think this will satisfy fans just fine,” Stu said, deciding that however strange this toy was, he quite liked it.

“You’re saying that because you haven’t seen the best part yet,” Russel said, and something in his smile unnerved the singer.

“What do you mean?”

“Try switching the eyes off,” Noodle suggested.

“The eyes? Oh, you can turn them off?” He turned the figure around in his hands, looking for an On/Off switch, a button, anything like that. He touched the eyes gently with the tips of his fingers, wondering if they were touch-screen, like his smart phone. Nothing. “Uh, turn off?” He suggested to the figurine’s face.

The rest of the band erupted in laughter, and Stu pouted, indignant. “Well then, you lot’ve had your laugh. Anyone gonna do this for me?”

“With pleasure,” Murdoc said, heading over to him and reaching out for the mini-2D.

“Wait, you’re not gonna break it, are you?”

Murdoc gave him a look. “D’you really think I’m that much of a wanker?”

“D’you really need to ask me that?” He countered.

The bassist shook his head, and then he reached forward, grabbing the figurine by the hair and pulling upwards—only to remove the entire hairpiece, as though the figurine was wearing a wig.

Stu yelped, almost dropping the plastic in his shock.

Again, the rest of the band lost it for a moment, laughing at his expense. Murdoc seemed the most delighted as Stu beheld a bald version of himself, though he had to admit that now he could see the On/Off switch, which had been hidden beneath the removable hair.

“What kind of design is this?” He asked. “Whoever came up with this ought to be fired!”

“I think it’s great,” Noodle admitted. “People are going to have a great time with their 2Ds when they get them shipped. We’ll have to follow on Instagram and Twitter!”

“Look, Dents. It’s what you’re going to look like in another ten or so years!”

“Oh piss off, Muds! You’re older’n me! You’ll definitely be losing your hair first!”

“Tell that to the receding hairline, old man,” he cackled, poking the singer’s forehead, still laughing as his hand was swatted away. “Okay, okay, we’re done, we’re done! We had our laugh. Don’t be such a priss, mate.”

“Give me back my hair!” He demanded, and Murdoc gave him a silly, wide-eyed face as he delicately returned the plastic bunch of hair to the singer’s large hand so he could press it back down onto his poor, defaced effigy. “Poor Mini 2D,” he cooed. But then he was smiling too. “Can’t lie; it’s pretty excellent craftsmanship, innit?”

“We’re glad you like it, it’s yours,” Russel said.

“Really? I get to keep it?”

“Do you think we’d want it?” Noodle giggled. “Really, 2D, it’s a gift from all of us. A thank you. For a job well done.”

“I don’t follow.”

“The album, dullard!”

“The Now Now,” Russel clarified. “We proposed having this made to kind of…immortalize you, I guess. For your accomplishment. It was no easy feat, what you did over the past year, man.”

“I…” he cleared is throat. “I don’t know what to say. I thought you lot were angry with me; I know I was a real prick at times during production and recording.”

“Oh, you were,” Noodle agreed readily. “But your appreciation for what we are as a band was always there. You took Gorillaz in a slightly new direction, sometimes making us worry about you a little bit with how you acted—”

“You made us worry a lot, actually,” Russel interjected.

“But overall, you worked your butt off. And it was an honor to be there with you. 2D…Stu, congratulations on what you did from the time we left Spirt House to travel to the time we got back here.”

“Yeah, man. You did a great job. You really proved yourself as a musician. Can’t wait to see what we create as a band next.”

Stu’s grip tightened on the figurine then, and for just a moment, he feared he might cry in front of them like a baby.

Then, Murdoc’s hand shot out, touched his wrist. The singer met his gaze, saw the trepidation there.

“I really missed a lot,” he admitted, his voice just a little gruffer than usual. “Think you can stand to write an album again…with me around this time?”

He swallowed down the lump in his throat, knocked his wrist softly against the bassist’s hand. “Of course,” he answered, embarrassed to find his own voice was rather gruff at the moment too. “We’ve only just begun, old man. Hope you can keep up.”

“Good answer, because I would’ve flown back to England to start writing with or without you,” he said, smirking.

“Like hell you would,” he chuckled, cleared his throat. “You need my pretty face to make the magic happen, don’t you?”

“Well that’s why we got him!” Murdoc exclaimed, pointing to the figurine.

“Ha, ha,” Stu reached out, took the cigarette from Murdoc’s hand, the one he’d lit and then let go mostly to waste smoldering. He took a long drag, exhaled the smoke into the bassist’s face. Even a year ago, the move might have been seen as aggressive, a display of power or ill will. Now, Murdoc only grinned as though he sincerely couldn’t wait to see what would happen next. “Let’s get a move-on then. We have to figure out where we want to go for dinner, right?”

He held the plastic version of himself in front of the bassist’s face and gave it a high-pitched voice: “I’m hungry, Muds!”

Murdoc’s face again split into a wide, genuine smile. It was a new thing, being able to make him look like that so easily. The singer found that he quite liked this new ability he’d gained.

“Can’t have our littlest member wasting away then, can we?” He asked, throwing an arm around Stu’s shoulders and guiding him back towards the house. “Let’s let the toy decide on where we’re eating!”

Stu cradled the figurine to his chest and let his gaze drift from Noodle to Russel to Murdoc. After their tumultuous run, he still had his family here with him. He couldn’t wait to get back to England.

They had serious business to get down to.

#2d #gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction #beck's fics #implied 2doc #its very light tho!#who else is still not over their figurine??

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heroes-r-us · 5 years

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Sneak peak! (Endeavor x reader|Omegaverse au|

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17664467?view_full_work=true

Inspired by this series! By @doctor-grill or her other blog @bnha-imagines-grill

Enjoy the snippet! ❤️❤️

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The only thing you really remember was the feeling of being dragged.

It was painful to say the least, but the feeling of gravel scraping against your ass wasn't enough to bring you out of your haze. There were voices next, muttering in a weird dialect that you had no understanding of. Then you were being set into something cold and stiff, but your milky thoughts couldn't grasp what exactly it was.

The only thought that was clear, was a terrifying one.

You were being kidnapped.

The drowsy feeling lasted hours, or maybe one hour? You couldn't tell. The feeling of being nauseous was what made you lean back towards the cool metal on the floor. For a moment you weren't sure if that made you feel better or worse.

The wave of nausea hit you again, and this time you let it overtake you and felt yourself slip back into an unconscious state.

There were… A lot of bumps. Or grinding, perhaps? No… You couldn't figure out what the noises were. It was so different from any other noise you'd ever heard.

You drifted off again.

The next time you awakened it was because something was offering you some… Food?

Your eyes followed the odd webbed finger up to a horrifying sight. Some kind of fish, creature? It stared at you, unblinking while a scream tore at the back of your throat, and you flung yourself to the opposing side of the cage. As far away from that thing as possible.

It set the piece of food down in front of you, then turned and left.

This was some kind of fucking prank wasn't it?

Whoever was doing this was going to pay big time for freaking you out the way they did.

You glanced down at the… fruit. Was it fruit? You picked it up as a pang of hunger struck your stomach, and hesitantly brought it under your nose to inspect it's scent. The skin of it appeared to be some shade of green, although it was hard to tell due to the shitty lighting. After taking in a hesitant sniff, you deemed the fruit to be some kind of citrus, and attempted to take a bite from it. However, this was far too hard for your teeth, prompting you to use your fingernails to open it.

The fruit on the inside seemed to be either purple or blue, and you really couldn't tell which.

You used to your fingers to peel a bit of the fruit away, and tasted it by carefully chewing and rolling the pulp around on your tongue. It was relatively sweet but left a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.

Hard pounding footsteps came back from God knows where, and stopped at your cage. And then, suddenly, whatever it was grasped the cage and began to furiously shake it back and forth.

You cried out and held tightly onto the fruit with your left hand, implementing the use of your right to hold you steady by clutching onto one of the metal bars on your right. You yelped when the shaking intensified, causing your head to slam against the roof of your metal confines.

This bastard.

“HEY!” Your voice broke from “hours” of no use.

“What the hell is your deal? Where am-”

The creature kicked the cage over, forcing a shriek out of your mouth when the bar you were clutching crushed your fingers. The fish-thing finally stopped at your sound of pain and that's when you heard even more footsteps.

Something was being said, but you couldn't understand a word that was being spoken.

(Holy shit, she's alive?)

(I guess the hyper-sleep worked)

(How many others made it?)

(Three out of sixty.)

(THREE?! WE RISKED OUR LIVES FOR THREE MEASLY HUMANS?)

(Why didn't you check on them like you were supposed to Zaitam?!)

(Humans are finicky creatures! Even if I did they would have died anyways!)

(Whatever! At least we can make a good amount on this omega. I have a feeling she's a fecund.)

(Seriously? You really think so? You know how much money we could make off of her?)

(I know. That's why I used the human child techniques to lure her into that alleyway. You're more likely to catch a fecund if you use their natural instincts against them rather than just snatching a human then running.)

(That's why you're the captain.)

(I know. Now help me move her onto the platform. The longer we take, the more likely it is we're going to get caught.)

Then everything was turning and shifting and then you found yourself being pushed towards an opening. There was some kind of a pinkish hue around the hatch and they counted to (what you assumed was) three before throwing your cage onto what looked like a green platform of sorts. It bent under the weight of the cage, but the whiplash wasn’t too bad.

Your fingers were still throbbing as you glanced around in confusion.

What in the living hell was this...place?

The sky was some sort of a off color greyish green blue, and around the platform was… Seaweed? No, grass? And speckled throughout the grass was what appeared to be glass flowers. Glass flowers?

The fish men were back, and carrying two other cages. The people inside them were screaming in terror at the fish creatures, and clearly irritated, the fish people shook and kicked the cage in frustration.

The one shaking the cage said something, then turned to the other who made a motion with his fin towards some kind of wagon. The first one nodded in affirmation and motioned to take both the other man and woman to the odd looking wagon.

They turned to look back at your cage, and the tallest fishman picked your small abode and centered it on the large green platform. You moved away from his fish legs, and with a sudden creak, the wagon with the other people began to move away from the ship you had gotten hauled off of.

The tall fishman walked to where the other fish people were and began to talk with them, making wild motions with his fin and then motioning back at you.

You looked down at you right hand and gently rubbed at your aching fingers. There was a thick red mark across three of your fingers. Damn. That cage was heavy.

The fishman was apparently talking to someone else on a phone thingy. But it looked fancy like a futuristic hologram-phone-tablet device.

He called another number, and then another and another. You quickly became bored and turned to see the ship you had been on. A wave of nausea hit you again when the metallic exterior came into view. It was so… Ugly.

You rested your forehead against the metal beam of the cage and sighed. No, more like whimpered. A headache was brewing at the base of your skull, a painful throbbing headache.

Fuck. Time to get some answers.

“Alright…” You slurred. “Where, hng. Where am I? Is this some kind of shitty prank?”

They ignored you.

“Hey! You bastards! I'm talking to you! Let me-” An even stronger wave of nausea hit you, making you gag and fall back to the cool metal bottom of your imprisonment.

(Alright. I'm gonna give her a dose of meds to keep her pliant.)

The shorter fish man strode right past your cage and into the ship. You wanted to demand answers, but the longer you sat here, the worse you felt.

By the time that the fishman came back you were certain you were going to throw up.

Suddenly, the top of the cage was pulled off, the tallest fishman walking towards the shortest, and the tall one took some kind food from the short one’s arms. He turned and and began to chatter to the short one, before turning and dropping the food into the cage.

Then for the first time… Something you could understand.

English.

“Eat up, human.”

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Hi! I loved your different kisses with minhyun, could you maybe do one with Seongwoo? If that’s ok of course, I would really appreciate it if you did and totally understand if it’s too much to write!! I love your blog and I hope you have an amazing day♥️♥️💕💕

Wow, Ihonestly didn’t expect the Minhyun kisses answer to go so well! Thank you somuch for supporting it and me!

I want tostart this by saying, I’m still learning more about Wanna One members and theirlittle ways. So maybe I might not be able to express Seongwoo as well as youhope. These are just my thoughts on what it would be like to kiss him.

Seongwoowould be the playful type of kisser, overall.

First kiss:

I feel forSeongwoo, your first kiss wouldn’t be something he’s put a lot of effort intoplanning. It would be impulsive, not rushed, but just something that happenedbecause he couldn’t think of any better way to respond to you over how goodthat movie was, because all he could see was the film of your relationshipplaying out and right now was the right time. And whilst you wereliterally melting into the pavement from the shock and the overwhelmingfeelings, he would play it off a little, not being serious or uttering words oflove or anything. Although it would mean a lot to him, and on the inside he’dbe freaking out.

Public kisses:

UnlikeMinhyun, this boy regardless of where you may be, would be on you. Kissing you in public wouldn’t be something he would bemindful of that much. If he felt the need to kiss you he would. And he would makeit impossible at times for you both to move without being connected in someway. You might find his ways a little frustrating, like when you’re trying tocross the road at an intersection and he’s literally wrapped around you, or ifyou’re trying to eat something and he’s coming in to kiss you, making you missyour mouth and wear whatever you might be eating. This might be part of histactic, because we all know Ong + food is a ship, and he’d gladly wipe it offyour face when he’s done and smirk at you lol.

Seongwoowould be the type to try and kiss you in the most embarrassing ways too,bringing attention to you both as he embraced you. At first you would find thisa little overbearing, much like his clingy skinship, but soon you’d growaccustomed to his antics, even rolling your eyes at his obnoxious ways.

But youwouldn’t not allow him to kiss you either, fuelling his crazy behaviour becauseit always brightened your day knowing just how much he was willing to embarrasshimself for his love of you.

Playful kisses:

Like I saidin the beginning, this boy is gonna be the most fun to kiss.

When athome he wouldn’t be much different than in public, maybe a little lessridiculous, just because there wasn’t many variables like out in public. Butthis doesn’t mean he doesn’t have some fun ideas.

He’s alwaysmaking you laugh with his jokes and seeing you that way would honestly make himwant to kiss you, appreciating how pretty you look when your face was the mostalive. And so he’d keep on doing this,making it his mission to make you laugh so hard that your stomach hurt. Yourreward? His lips on yours. He’d often smile into those kisses, maybe even belaughing himself, unable to stop and so the kiss would start out as back toback pecks until he was able to concentrate on just your lips and not what had beensaid.

I feel alot of his playful kisses could lead into making out situations, just becauseyou were both so happy and connected in those moments.

Making out:

Followingon from being playful, there would be a lotttt of teasing from Seongwoo whenmaking out. He’d be fully focused on capturing all of your mouth in his, andhave a thing for pulling on your bottom lip a lot. He would explore all of yourmouth and love nothing more than when you’d become breathless, wondering howlong he could keep your lips on his before you’d need to suck in some air.

His bodywould be pressed into yours the more you kissed, and he’d be the type to grabyour waist and shift you even closer to him, his lips moving from yours to yourneck and shoulders. The type to graze his teeth over your collarbones or nibblethe crook of your neck just because he’s hungry for more of you. I feel whilstmaking out would be everything to him; he wouldn’t be the type to remain in histeasing mode for long, needing to further your intimacy before he overheated.

I alsobelieve that he’d be the type to like pressing you up against a wall andtrapping you in when making out. It might even start out from a playful moment,like him over exaggerating placing his hands on either side of your head loudly,but it wouldn’t last in that playful manner for long, because he’d have youwhere he wanted you, and need to kiss you quickly.

Food kisses:

Is thiseven a thing? With Seongwoo it would be. Like I said before, Seongwoo lovesfood, and you, so mixing the both would make sense to him. If he saw you eatingchocolate on the couch, he would plomp down beside you, and instead of reachingfor some of the block himself, he’d just grab your face and kiss you, histongue running along your lips.

“I wantedto taste it,” he’d say smiling playfully at you afterwards, now knowing thatchocolate tasted better when it came from your mouth. This would often lead toyou not being able to keep still and attacking him, because who wouldn’t feelattracted to him doing that.

He’dprobably do the same thing with coffee, claiming he needed caffeine and yougiving him an energy boost all in one would make him buzz about afterwards.

Shutting him up kisses:

We all knowhe’s a man of many words, and even though you were used to him talking andbeing foolish a lot of the times, sometimes it would be annoying. To the pointthe only way you could think to distract him would be to crash your lips ontohis, kissing him hard, and Seongwoo instantly grabbing you and demanding more.When you’d part he’d grin, telling you if you needed him so much, why didn’tyou just say so earlier. This boy.

Morning kisses:

Thesweetest kisses would be when he first wakes up. Lots of kisses. He’d need to kiss you so much in the morning,claiming the last eight hours of sleep stole too much time from his lips. Andyou enjoyed them as well, because it would always make you feel soft for him,and forget about all the antics that would no doubt make your day very up anddown at his side. He’d be playful too though, exclaiming that he had to saygood morning to all of you, kissing youreyelids, nose, chin, hands, belly, until you were giggling and squirmingagainst his attack.

Making up kisses:

Unlike Minhyun,I feel like the most demanding kisses you’d ever receive from Seongwoo would bewhen he’s angry. He would be aggressive in a way, but not hurtful. You’d had afight and it would be you who would blurt out how attractive he looked glaringat you and to stop it, and it would set him off, like a man on a mission,bruising your lips and letting his anger crash against you like a wave untilthe storm was over and he was no longer feeling as angry as he had. By thenyou’d welcome the barely touching you kisses, and he would apologise fortreating you so roughly, holding you in his arms and showering you in his softkisses, before taking you off to bed – if you hadn’t already travelled therewithin your previously heated moment.

I love you kisses:

My final kissfor Seongwoo. I feel like if he ever told you he loved you, he wouldn’t be ableto commit to it in a serious way for long. There would always be some kind ofcomical joke or expression that followed it because of how it inwardly made himfeel. It didn’t mean that he didn’t believe in the words he was expressing, andat first you’d be confused as to why he couldn’t say it to you seriously.

Instead ofwanting those moments to be like that, Seongwoo would be the type to stare atyou deeply, his eyes telling you to pay attention. And when he had all of your focus,his lips would be on yours in the most indescribable way. It would be soft andyet passionate, the fullness of his lips telling you that you were his and thathe couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.

And whenyou’d part, you’d smile and say you loved him too, making him feel like theluckiest guy to have found someone who could deal with all of him, and love himas much as he loved you.

God I hopethis wasn’t too off… I really enjoyed writing this and think Seongwoo would bethe most entertaining but loveable boyfriend to have.

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raisingsupergirl · 5 years

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Apple or AT&T—Who's More Evil?

Let me start out by saying that I get it. I really do. Companies have to make money. Successful companies with great products deserve to make money. Apple and AT&T? They both make wonderful products and provide top-notch services. The problem is, for some dumb reason, they both like making as much money as possible. And the easiest way for them to do that is to keep us, the consumers, buying their new crap. Convincing us that we need it and that there's no other alternative. So when a company gets that big, when they can leverage their power against the little people, what stops us from finally getting fed up, throwing our phones in the toilet, and going back to smoke signals? Well, to answer that, I need to tell you what brought on my recent frustrations (as if any specific examples need to be given)…

Problem 1: The Man With the Data Plan

My wife and I went on a cruise a few weeks ago. And like most Americans with 1st-world problems, we had to decide whether we wanted to 1) go a week without cell phone or internet access while we cruised across international waters…yeah, right, 2) buy an international data plan from AT&T, or 3) purchase access to our ship's Wi-Fi access. In the end, it looked like the Wi-Fi package would be the cheapest, so that's what we went with. My wife was careful to turn off all wireless data to all apps and services on her phone (I just kept my phone turned off all week. I would have thrown it in the ocean and never looked back if she'd have let me) as directed on the various FAQs she found, and she logged onto the ship's Wi-Fi without complication. Smooth sailing… or at least we thought so until we received our AT&T bill. Yup, you guessed it—$100 worth of charges for iMessages and calls.

Problem 2: Disposable Phones

My wife and I bought new iPhone 7s two years ago. It was a great time in our lives. I remember the occasion fondly because it was the same day that our sweet Avery (two years old at the time) dressed up in her yellow "Beauty" princess dress and took in her first movie theater experience with Mommy and Daddy. Well, fast-forward two years, and we just paid off those phones. And lo and behold, my wife updated her phone earlier this week and within 30 minutes…it stopped working. Not completely, just the microphone, which, contrary to this smart phone generation's beliefs, is kind of important. And there was "nothing" that could be done to fix it. Which meant, just when we were free from the clutches of our AT&T contract and iPhone debt, we were sucked back in. Sure, the wife would get her fancy new phone, but at what cost?

So off we went to the AT&T store. We spoke with our customer representative (Ayla, which is easy for me to remember because it's the name of a cavewoman character in my favorite video game of all time, but I digress…), and she was great. She upgraded our antiquated data plan, made sure we understood the new plan, showed us where things could be improved to fit our needs, let us know who to contact about the $100 charge on our AT&T bill, and put up with our two insane daughters while my wife got her new phone set up. All in all, it was a great experience, but it was one that should never have happened in the first place. Why? Because Apple is intentionally breaking their older iPhones (if two years is considered "old") so their customers will buy the newest model. If you're not aware of this practice (YES, it's real, and it's confirmed by Apple's corporate reps), read on. If you know about it, feel free to skip the next three paragraphs.

First, imagine a perfect product. Let's use a fish aquarium heater as an example. Its job is simple—heat water to a specific temperature so your tropical fishies don't freeze to death. A company could easily create a heater that would last for decades, but why in the world would they do that? Even if they charged double the price of typical heaters, they would still lose money because in those two decades' time, its customers would by three or four of those "disposable" heaters that crack or short out from routine use. So it just doesn't make financial sense for them to make a durable product when they could make one that works just long enough to keep the consumer coming back for more.

Now, take that principle to the tech world, and we have to look at things a little differently. For those of you old enough, you remember those first Nokia brick cellphones well. Why? Because they were indestructible, their batteries lasted forever, and they had service EVERYWHERE. They were perfect phones. Except, the most exciting game on them was Snake, and within a few years, the Blackberry (and all of it's thumb-injuring successors) had overshadowed the poor, reliable Nokia despite its inferior construction. In this way, the tech world kept consumers buying new products every year because the amazing technology advanced so rapidly. I mean, you'd be insane to use those boring old bricks that could only make calls and use T9 to text when there were newer phones out there that could take pictures and check electronic mail!

Then something happened. The technology started to stagnate. It kept improving, but not nearly as fast. All phones had cameras, internet access, and most importantly, apps. At that point, if a phone didn't break, it could be used forever while the user just downloaded whatever new apps that came out. Sure, the new apps would take up more space and demand stronger processors and whatnot, but a frugal user could make due for years and years. And that kind of return just didn't work for the tech companies. If they were ever going to be able to swim in a vault filled with gold coins a la Scrooge McDuck, they needed to find a way to keep selling new products that consumers had no real reason to buy. And so, they invented the "update." Oh yes, you NEED this update! It'll keep your phone safe. It'll keep it running smoothly with all those new apps. It'll keep it… updated. But we should mention that those updates will eventually fry your phone's "old" processor, forcing you to fork out a grand every couple of years.

I'm not going to pretend to be tech savvy enough to outline every reason for this (and that's not what this blog's about, anyway), but we've all been victims of the sudden battery death, random crashing, and in my wife's case, microphone failure that happens immediately after one of these "updates." And as I said, this practice is documented and admitted. For the big companies, it's essential to keep them afloat. Heaven forbid that they keep giving us actual reasons to buy new products. No, they've already perfected the smartphone, so instead of creating something new, they've found ways to keep selling us the same thing. It's brilliant, in an evil mastermind sort of way.

Okay, back to the story. My wife got her new phone. She was safe for the next couple of years (though it's just a matter of time before MY phone dies of update sickness…), so now it was time to take the fight to AT&T's retentions department and see about that $100 charge on our bill.

Round 1: I called 6-1-1 and I spoke with the level 1 boss, though I didn't catch her name… She told it to me, but I didn't catch it. She was polite the entire time. She explained how there were, in fact, charges on my bill and how those charges were because we'd used data and call services in international waters. I explained (politely) that we hadn't authorized these usages because we turned off all cellular data, etc. and only used Wi-Fi while out of the country, and that I didn't plan to pay these extra charges. 30 minutes later and she let me know that she was going to "send this case up," and I should get an email within 24 hours. "No," I said, again politely, "I think I'll just talk to someone now." Brief (ten minute) pause, then [insert name here] said, "One moment please."

Round 2: Level 2 boss's name was John, and his accent fit his name. He, just like Level 1 Boss, took a good while searching through the charges and getting back to me, but he also remained completely polite the entire time. He explained that the Wi-Fi packages on most cruise ships only cover international water usage, and our AT&T charges had come while we were docked in port in Haiti. Why? Because my wife's phone started using the Haitian towers (instead of the cruise line's Wi-Fi) without our approval. It made perfect sense whether it was true or not, but John went on to tell me that, while he may not be able to get ALL of the charges removed, he would do what he could because we were, "…long-time valued customers." His words, not mine. Five minutes later, John took me off of hold and told me that he obtained approval to take $75 off of the bill, so we would only have to pay $25. Truth be told, I had no intention of paying ANY of that bill, but my interaction with John was so pleasant (I didn't have to ask him to reduce the bill. I didn't have to bring up the fact that we were valued customers, or that we could take our business across the street to Crickett Wireless. He knew all of these things, and he that knew I knew them. And he got the job done, or close to it) that he'd gained my respect. I wasn't going to fight John over the remaining $25, even if it did take over an hour to get that $75 knocked off. Game over. Roll credits.

So here's the thing—I'm a huge skeptic. With everyone I worked with throughout this debacle, I know that there's a possibility that they were all just working off of a script. That they did exactly as they'd been trained, performing damage control and getting every cent possible out of a tough customer like me. After everything, it's possible that AT&T and Apple still won. But at least they played the game. At least these REAL people listened to me and answered my questions, and in the end, the interactions were extremely pleasant. Yes, I get that I'm a number to the companies, but I was a person to their employees. And they treated me with respect. And I did the same with them.

My title poses the question of who's more evil between AT&T and Apple. Unfortunately, I don't have the answer to that question, but in THIS case, as much as it hurts me to say it, the bigger evildoer is definitely Apple. Why? Well, in AT&T's case, their charges were legitimate. My wife incurred roaming charges in Haiti because of the cruise line's failure to explain how their services worked. And even if John straight up lied to me about that, his company still only wound up stealing $25 (and one hour) from me. Apple on the other hand… they're openly breaking their own phones so their loyal customers have to buy new ones. And those new phones cost a whole lot more than $25. Yes, our experience in the AT&T store was pleasant while buying that new Apple iPhone (thanks to Ayla), but it should have never come to that.

In the end, we're victims of our circumstances. We're brainwashed by brilliant marketing. We're forced into competition with our neighbors. And there's only one thing I can say as I finish up typing this scathing report on my Apple MacBook Air—Joke's on you, Satan, er, Apple. Money's not real. No one really owns anything anymore. There's no privacy. No Freedom. The only things we have are our experiences, our interactions, and our attitudes. And as the days get longer and the grass gets greener, I can't help hoping Y2K is just running fashionably late (all you millennials should Google Y2K along with The Matrix and Surge soda. There's so much you've missed…). In the meantime, I'm going to go cut my grass with a lawnmower that's older than every piece of technology I own, and believe it or not, it's never had a single update. What a world.

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Dance like we used to.

Pairing: Reader / Bellamy

Warnings: None I don’t think, very PG rated cuteness and fluff.

Request: Hi! I'd like to request a Bellamy Blake imagine. Maybe something where the reader is dancing in her underwear on the top floor of the drop ship to music playing on a stereo Raven fixed and Bellamy is standing on the stairs, peeping through the latch watching you dance and sing and he falls for you hard. Tag me if you write it please! :)

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You could have kissed Raven when her head appeared from the top level of the drop shop, hair hanging down towards the floor as she grinned at you widely looking a bit like a jack o lantern with only her head showing.

“You did it?” you almost squealed jumping to your feet, forgetting the pile of equations and radio communication parts you’d been staring at desperately hoping to find engineering inspiration. “You fixed it didn’t you?”

“I fixed it” the floating head of your best friend confirmed “I fixed the shit out of it”

You did squeal at her words, you couldn’t help it. Excitement bubbling up and out of your mouth as week’s worth of tension seeped out of you. Running over to the bottom of the hatch you scrambled up the ladder as Raven pulled her head back in so you could get into the top deck of the drop ship.

The two of you walked over to the small square box currently sat on the only table in the room. It looked so small and innocuous, completely inconsequential.

“Turn it on” you demanded instantly.

“You sure?”

“Raven” you grabbed her wrist “turn it on”

Using her other hand since you hadn’t let go of her wrist she carefully flicked a small switch to the side of the box and then using the small dial on the front she cranked it up. Pure joy fizzed through your body when the box sparked into life and music flowed from the speaker. It was tinny and squeaked in parts but it was music. It was instruments and voices melding together to make you happier than you had been ever since the drop ship started its plummet towards this god forsaken planet.

“Honestly Raven I’m seriously deciding whether or not to kiss you right now”

“Please don’t” she joked removing her wrist from your grasp and instead raising up two mugs of Monty’s homemade moonshine. She handed one over to you. “In celebration of finally bringing a bit of culture to this planet I propose a toast” she was using her high and mighty voice, the one she’d learnt as a child by copying the councillor’s Founder’s Day speeches. “To bass, to guitars and to the heavenly voice of rock music”

“hear hear” you agreed the two of you clinking your mugs together. Of course, you didn’t manage to hold in your exuberance at music and the moonshine filled cups smashed together to hard and moonshine went flying over the two of you.

“oops” you smiled sheepishly at Raven who was pulling her top away from her stomach. She’d gotten much more moonshine on her than you had. “Sorry” you offered lamely.

“How you manage to fix tiny electronic components I will never know” Raven grumbled as she took the two mugs once more putting them safetly back down on the table. “You are a walking disaster zone sometimes Y/N”

“Hey! At least I didn’t get it on the radio”

“At least” Raven repeated before wrinkling her nose as she sniffed at her shirt. “I’m going to have to go change, I smell like a brewery. Can you manage not to destroy anything for the next 10 minutes”

“I’ll cope” you promised saluting her as Raven just shook her head at you before vanishing down the ladder of the drop ship once more.

Bending down in front of the radio you were still managing to grin like a looney. Happiness was an emotion that was in short supply between the delinquents on the ground. There wasn’t all that much to celebrate. After all they were stuck on a world that was not only inhabited by grounders that wanted to kill them but also the environment itself was having a good try.

You had always loved music though and even though you’d soon discovered your singing left all to much to the imagination you could make your body hold a rhythm. You hadn’t been the best dancer on the Ark but you had enjoyed every moment of the time you could just let yourself go and allow your mind to get lost in the beat of a song.

Before you even realised you’d made a decision you pulled off your own alcohol spotted jacket and sweater then took off your boots and socks so your feet were bare and let your body simply move to a beat you never thought you would hear again.

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Bellamy had been looking for Y/N for long enough that he was starting to get aggravated when he past Raven on the way out of the dropship, the smell of alcohol made him pause and challenge what exactly she’d been doing.

The explanation had made him smile, it was well known around camp at this point to avoid giving you anything bigger than a screw as you would most certainly either drop it, trip over it or in some other way injure yourself or someone else.

Following Raven’s instructions he made his way up the ladders of the dropship, it was on the ladder to the last level that his paused his entire body freezing into position.

It wasn’t the music that had stopped him, Raven had told him she had been working on fixing the radio. It wasn’t even the overwhelming smell of alcohol. No, it was entirely you that made him go instantly still.

You were dancing, your movements smooth and precise a peaceful look on your face as your body moved more gracefully than he had ever seen you manage to walk. Bellamy’s heart was pounding at a rate he was certain wasn’t safe as he continue to simply watch you move around the dropship.

Nearing the end of the song you did some fancy spinning move that managed to turn you in his direction and the two of your eyes met, colliding and holding as your body stopped dancing and his heart slowly managed to go back to a somewhat normal rhythm.

“Bellamy!” your complete lack of embarrassment at anything you did was just one more reason that Bellamy somehow always managed to smile whenever he thought of you. He was starting to admit to himself as well that he was thinking of you more and more often recently.

“Y/N” he took the last few steps up into the top level. “Raven fixed it then?”

“I nearly kissed her” you blurted out with a smile on your face. “Isn’t it amazing”

“Yeah it is” he said but somehow he didn’t think he was talking about the radio or the music but mainly about the still bouncy girl in front of him who’s eyes were twinkling in exhilaration and her foot was still tapping a rhythm on the floor that he didn’t think you even realised you were doing. Sudden clarity hit Bellamy right in the centre of his chest and he held out his hand “Dance with me?”

****

That made you pause as you stared at Bellamy’s outstretched hand. Dance with him, with Bellamy? The same Bellamy who made butterflies fly in rapid circles in your stomach. Surely that was just asking for trouble.

“Dance with you?” you repeated.

He nodded “yes” he didn’t wait for your response this time just took your hand in his own and pulled you into his arms. One arm going around your waist as held you. After a moment of awkward tension, you softened allowing him to guide you around the room.

He wasn’t a bad dancer and soon you were laughing and smiling as he spun you under his arm. Twirling you out of his body and back in again. Breathing hard as the song drew to a close you turned your face up to his eyes sparkling in excitement. “Not bad Blake, not bad at all”

You didn’t know what you expected him to say to that, what you most definitely did not expect though was for him to suddenly swoop down and press his mouth to your own. This time you went into his arms for a very different reason as his hands came down to your hips helping steady you as you raised up onto the tips of your bare feet.

“Not bad” you repeated a little breathlessly as he finally pulled away. “Not bad at all Blake”

He smiled softly at you as you lowered yourself back down to the flats of your feet. “Y/N?”

“Yeah”

“Why do you smell like a Brewery?”

Laughter bubbled up out of your mouth once more at his question until you were creased up leaning against him for balance.

“You’re crazy” he muttered but continued to hold you up as you tried to control the laughter. “Absolutely crazy”

“Yeah” you agreed with him. “I probably am. Want to take back the kiss now?”

He didn’t answer you with words this time just bent back down to take your mouth with his own again. Since he was kissing you again you were going to take that as a no.

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chiliadicorum · 6 years

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Two Dead Husks and a Random Mithrandir

A/N: This is my gift for @datcilly for the @tolkiensecretsanta2017! A fic between two friends is what I came up with. Gandalf and Elrond were requested, with some fluff and fun. This kind of turned out with a little less fluff and fun than originally planned, so I hope you don’t mind that too much! But I loved writing this and hope it’ll make you happy if just a little bit! Merry Christmas! :D

(If reading on my blog is difficult, let me know and I’ll give you a link to a better page)

He had been sitting on that stretch of hilltop for at least an hour. Prone as he was to losing himself in his musings, he was not so lacking as others as to lose sense of the passage of time. And even if so, his grey palfrey happily obliged to remind him of the nearing midnight hour, growing more annoying with each persistent nudge to his shoulder with her muzzle. She did it again and Elrond leaned away, glaring up at her.

“I know! I know we must go. Stop reminding me.” He eased his voice to gentleness, too fond of the horse to be too flustered, though he still refused to pet her. Maybe she just wanted an apple. Maybe it was a sign that the living beings in Valinor were softer than those in Middle-earth, because he could swear that their horses and other such endearing creatures were more demanding of treats than in life before. Or maybe he was just being bitter.

“Elrond, Elrond, where has your warmth gone?” The familiar voice came from behind, warm itself and carrying great fondness.

Elrond frowned as he twisted around. “Mithrandir?” he said with a little surprise and in no little confusion. He had not seen him since their disembarking on the bays of Tol Eressëa all those years ago, when the joys of reunion for himself and all those who sailed with him had grown rapturous and the Maia had gone his own way. Elrond stared at the whitened hair and full beard, at his stooping frame and the wise, olden features of his face. His frown deepened. “Why do you yet clad yourself in that form? Say not you cannot leave it.”

He added the last more in jest and Mithrandir chuckled, shifting his robes before lowering himself to hunker down next to him in the ankle-deep snow. “Hardly. But in my true form, even as I appear to you mirroanwi, you would not be speaking with one whom you know, would you?”

Elrond gave a small smile. “Think you I am so shallow?”

Mithrandir’s own smile deepened, reaching up to his bright eyes. “Ah, I have missed you, my friend. And no. But I know from my Ages of dwelling with you Elves before my coming to Middle-earth that it takes some time to adjust, even though it has been years. For all your life, my People were but names recorded in your lore and seeing us in person is quite different, even one whom you saw in likeness of a Man.”

“It has been years.” Elrond glanced suspiciously behind him at his mount, who was now leaving him be and just swishing her tail. “Years since last we spoke, long enough I no longer count the years.”

“Years you deserved to rest in with your Celebrían,” he said warmly. “But come, you did not answer. What do you here all alone? Are you not supposed to be in Lórien?”

“Yes.” Tension he had not even been aware had left at the Maia’s arrival returned swiftly and it was an effort to not let it rise to the surface.

Mithrandir regarded him calmly, his eyes shining in that all too perceptive way Elrond was never sure if he liked or not. “Hm. Yet you are not.”

Elrond glanced at him and resisted a sigh, looking back out to the sight of legend before him. “I had a disagreement with Lord Irmo’s Master Healers.” He could not resist the sarcastic lilt in his voice. Yes, petty, but he was alone, unhappy, sitting in wet snow in the dead of night, so he did not care.

“Oh? Care to share? You know I will listen.”

Elrond lifted an eyebrow at the tone, the small smile reappearing. “You sound as if you already know.”

“Perhaps I do, but I can see it festering in you. You know talking relieves much restlessness, if you want to.”

“No.”

Mithrandir let out that subtle, rumbling chuckle deep in his chest, one so familiar that it sent Elrond off kilter for a moment. “Oh Elrond, so long has it been since I heard you so aggravated.” He looked both amused and endeared at the same time. “I will speak of it no more tonight, save only to lecture you to be of greater cheer. The Merendë Andohrívëo is in three days and your current mood is hardly one of celebration.”

He sighed truly this time, in chagrin and a little tired. “I know. I am returning to Tol Eressëa to spend it with Celebrían. Gil-galad wrote he is planning a few hearty festivities of his own, so I look forward to it.” He squinted off into the distance, contemplative. “I am surprised Lord Irmo allowed me to leave. I was hardly polite and I do not believe he approved of my departure, at least in the way I did it. I know not if I am angrier with him or his healers.”

Mithrandir squeezed his shoulder. “I would say his healers for I know Lord Irmo better than you, but let it go for now, my friend. Take joy in the festival and try to spend it in peace.”

Elrond nodded. “Hence my return to Tol Eressëa.”

“And quite the detour you are taking to see yourself there, if I may say, riding this far northward.” Mithrandir turned to him fully, his expression turning serious, maybe even a little concerned. “Why did you come here? This is hardly a place of celebration, or a place to inspire such.”

Elrond looked back out to Ezellohar, at the two dead husks of gigantic proportions standing coupled together on their mound mantled in white. Even from this distance Elrond could easily discern which one was Telperion, for its shade of color was a little subtler, a little more grey even in death than that of Laurelin’s. No one was here, the vast expanse of snow undisturbed save where he had guided his horse. The snow was falling slow and steady and he knew there was a solid layer of it on his hair by now. His exterior was as cold as the snow he sat unmoving in, his clothing soaked through and his rear growing numb, though whether from the position or the chill he could not tell. The Two Trees alive and dead were visions he could only ever conjure in his imagination. While that was still true for the former, the rottenness and gnarled scarring in their lifeless husks went beyond anything he had envisioned and were hardly a sight to induce any good feeling. Mithrandir was right. This was no pleasant place, even in the peaceful snowfall of winter.

“Elrond?”

He gave a small shake of his head and his voice was soft. “Think not it is something profound, Mithrandir. This is not my first visit to Ezellohar, though it is in winter. I was merely curious, trying to guess at the sight of the Two Trees in all their glory during this particular season. How their Light might shine in the snow, in the snowfall….It is a wondrous sight to imagine.”

Mithrandir regarded him for a long moment, pursing his lips. “Winter did not exist in their lifetime, Elrond,” he pointed out. “You are a master of lore as few others. I should not have to tell you this.”

Elrond smiled fully at his laconic tone, his heart lightening. “I know that,” he drawled. “Elladan and Elrohir asked it when they were only three.”

“Did they?”

“Yes.” The smile remained, turning into one of soft affection. “When they learned that Glorfindel had lived in the Light of the Two Trees, they pestered him for details, as far demanding what it looked like during the winter months. In which Glorfindel then explained that there was no winter, which my boys could not understand, which then led Glorfindel into having to explain just why there was no winter.” He harrumphed. “Fathom clarifying that to two children of only three years. He did his best. I cringed. Erestor laughed. It was a good day.” Warmth spread through him at the memory. “I just recalled it all of the sudden today.”

Mithrandir’s voice was tender. “You miss your sons.”

Elrond looked away, hands briefly clenching where they were wrapped around his knees. “Of course I do.” He was quiet for several moments and the lance of pain was sharp in his chest. “It feels so long now that I cannot speak. Nor does Celebrían, but I know her heart, the turning of her thoughts. There are times I am furious I did not remain, regardless of how worn I was. Furious with myself I did not drag my children onto that ship with me. All of them.” His chest tightened and it was all he could do to keep it all at bay, just all shoved down and away. “Arwen decided to stay. My boys know nothing but Middle-earth and their love for those lands is great. A love I know, for I would have stayed a while longer if I had not been so weary.” He closed his eyes tight, the swelling in his chest moving up to his throat and he forced in a deep, shaking breath. “It has been so many years.”

“Many ships have yet to come. I am sure Glorfindel will convince them to board one if they are uncertain. Do not despair yet, my friend. Though you picked a fine place to dwell in despair if such was your goal. You always were good at that.”

Elrond found himself grinning in spite of himself and he looked at the other in mild appreciation. He shook his head, trying his best to shake off the melancholy. “You Maiar do not help. I have seen it enough, one of you approaching an Elf or another to tell them of family who is sailing. Whenever I see one I find myself expecting, hoping the message is for my wife and me, only to discover that it is not.” He paused, turning a curious glance on Mithrandir. “Is it always like that? You coming to us Elves?”

He nodded, beard bristling. “When someone is sailing, the Valar will send one of us to bring the good tidings to the Elf’s friends or family, simply to ensure that they may be greeted by someone known to them when they come ashore. To be escorted, if you will, into this new land and people.”

Elrond was nodding, turning his gaze back out to the Two Trees. “A courtesy any host would bestow upon newcomers.”

“Precisely. That it causes such joyous reunions is but a coincidence, you understand.”

He snorted in good humor. “Coincidence, sure.” Mithrandir’s soft laughter warmed him and the corners of his mouth quirked upward. “Is it also a coincidence you bring such tidings to them on days of festivity more often than not, such as the one in three days and others throughout the year?”

“No. Can you name better days for such announcements?” He grinned cheekily, which quickly relaxed into one more sincere. “It gladdens us when we may deliver true means of celebration. We brought word to your sweet lady of your own voyage across the sea during the Merendë Yavanniëo and she mayhap remembers it every year after on the day.”

Elrond looked over in mild surprise, eyes softening as he thought. “She did not say.”

“No matter.” Mithrandir suddenly stood, evidently not bothering to shake off the snow from his attire, instead holding an aged hand out to him. “Rise, Elrond, and return you home. Sitting here alone with only morose thoughts for company and after what happened in Lórien does you no good. The Merendë Andohrívëo is in three days. Go and make merry with those friends and family you do have with you at the moment. If you continue your journey now, you will just make it.”

Elrond grasped the hand and rose, brushing himself down from the clinging snow, though there was none to sweep off his rear seeing as all of it had melted into his leggings. He raised his eyebrows at Mithrandir, a glimmer of amusement brightening his eyes. “Is that why you are here, to shoo me off?” The palfrey clopped forward at a gesture and he made quick work of clearing the dusting of snow from her back. He mounted, adjusting the saddlebags back into balance.

“Well, you were not listening to your friend.” He gestured towards the palfrey and she jerked her head up with a snort, as if in agreement. “I could only encourage her so much before she began to grow annoyed with me.”

Elrond made a face, though he patted at her neck fondly. “She is annoyed easily.”

Mithrandir reached out to fondle her snout as he looked up, his grey gaze solemn. “If you find it within you to hear me, put your quarrel in Lórien behind you for the nonce. Let it not soil what joy you may find this week, dear one.”

“Perhaps I shall.” Elrond grinned. “Celebrían would not let me remain so sour as it is.” He bowed his head. “Farewell, Mithrandir. I hope to see you again. Soon and more frequently, mind you,” he added pointedly.

He chuckled. “And happily so, Child.” He jerked his head eastward past the Trees. “Off you go.”

And he did. With a fond smile and a wave, Elrond clicked his tongue and the horse responded, going slowly at first to descend the slope of the hill.

Mithrandir stood there, snow dancing around him as he watched him go, riding on and on until he was barely visible in the haze of white. He nodded to himself, humming under his breath. And then his form shifted, growing brighter, taller, both younger and older, beautiful of cosmic proportions and eyes of such radiance they eclipsed that of the stars.

He hummed again in consideration. “And perhaps a fellow Maia with news will be visiting you in three days,” he said quietly. A smile creased his ethereal face even as he faded from sight, the scent of apples and mint lingering on the air.

Merendë Andohrívëo: Winter Solstice celebration, lit. “Festival of the Gates of Winter”

Merendë Yavanniëo: “Festival of Yavanna”, taking place in Autumn or in our September

Mirroanwi: incarnates, those “put into flesh” [Athrabeth Finrod ah Andreth MR.350]

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5 Underrated Skills That Look Great On A CV

Writing your CV can be a very complicated exercise.

We all like to think we have a pretty good handle on what stands out on a great CV. We understand what skills recruiters and business owners are looking out for the most and try and craft our applications around them. Yet, often, when we hit these key points, we still end up getting rejected at the first hurdle.

It’s very easy to get frustrated trying to put your best foot forward and show your best qualities while also balancing them with the expectations of people in the recruitment industry who are looking for some in particular.

There are new ways to stand out though. If you think your CV needs something a bit different to get noticed, here are a few key skills that might go underappreciated in everyday life, but look fantastic when highlighted on your CV.

1. eCcommerce Experience

One of the very best industries you can work in to gain the varied skill set that truly sets you apart in today’s overcrowded job market is eCommerce.

eCommerce is one of the hottest and fastest-developing industries in the world today. Having insider knowledge of this industry — even if you don’t have long-term aims to work within it — can set you in good stead for the changes and challenges many industries will face in the coming years as they attempt to move online to appease customer convenience.

By including eCommerce work prominently in your CV, you’re telling a recruiter you have a diverse skill set. Working within an eCommerce company likely taught you basic business management, marketing techniques, and practical skills that will prove invaluable in the modern working world.

Many eCommerce startups are small in scale with staff fulfilling multiple roles. Recruiters know this, and see these roles on CVs as a sign of someone who is happy to jump onto the most pressing tasks and has developed in a demanding work environment.

This is particularly relevant if you’ve had the bravery and ambition to run your own small eCommerce store. While entrepreneurship of all kinds looks amazing on a CV, running your own online store is a sign of drive and suggests the candidate knows how to read the changing winds of the market.

This is even more true of dropshipping (if you’re unfamiliar with the term, here is a guide that provides a great overview), which, when featured on a CV, tells a recruitment team you’re able to spot emerging trends and collaborate with other industries to keep your business running effectively and make a profit.

Likewise, experience within eCommerce on a CV reveals a candidate who can — and wants to — grow within a role. These roles, particularly in startups and small businesses, can be incredibly demanding.

If you spent a significant amount of time within it and have the experience to show for it, an eCommerce role can be a sign that you were able to develop as a professional and learn a variety of new skills that may not necessarily align with your educational background. These skills are often a great mix of practical and technical skills, as the industry blends digital practices with more traditional physical work in the sense of packing orders and presentation.

We would advise finding some work within a small business in the eCommerce industry, or give starting your own small scale online store a try. If you’re crafty you can sell your wares quite easily through an affiliate store or existing platform, or delve into the world of drop shipping if space is an issue. It will help add a unique role to your CV that can take you down a number of different professional avenues.

2. Self-reflection

Sometimes the skills that really stand out and catch the attention of recruiters and employers are non-specific. They’re less rooted in a practical, physical action that can be observed, difficult to give examples of, and hard to sum up in a couple of words. They’re skills that just shine through on the page and give the sense of a person who is more well-rounded by their experience. Self-reflection is one of those skills.

There are few things more important to have as a potential candidate than self-reflection. Although it may not be something you can list next to an impressive grade or include as a sign of increased profit margins, it tells the person reading your CV everything they need to know about your personality and approach to work.

A candidate with great self-reflecting skills understands how to truly develop within a role. They don’t just say they applied the lessons they learned in previous roles to their current one, they have tangible evidence. They don’t just act as if a former colleague has been a mentor with wise words of advice, they show that through consistent improvement within the role coupled with a great reference.

Self-reflection is vital for anyone coming into a role with responsibilities that will be new to them. Employers know that hiring the finished article is almost impossible. Every new job comes with a huge amount of challenges regardless of your experience, even if it’s just mastering the procedural elements of the position.

This is why they look for candidates with the ability to reflect on themselves and their experiences. It’s vital that you look to get this across when writing your CV and know how to back it up when it comes to the interview process.

3. Writing Skills

Even if the role you’re applying for isn’t necessarily one that demands a huge amount of creative skills, having a CV that both presents and provides evidence of good writing skills can tell an employer a lot about you and your versatility as a candidate.

An eloquent writing style and evidence of writing experience highlight a lot of excellent traits in a candidate. If you’re not creative by trade or training, proficiency in writing can single you out as a candidate who likes to practice other skills in their free time, understanding the importance of having a varied skillset full of both creative and practical expertise. Likewise, it can show a willingness to do work that is not necessarily natural to you, such as a more technically minded marketer who may have been asked to jump on content creation.

Of course, writing also covers a lot of basic skills that are important for protecting the reputation of a company and communicating with clients, customers, and partners.

A great writer in the digital age doesn’t just know how to write and research a good blog piece but construct a clear and concise email, short-form ad copy that leads to sales and effective coms that make sure colleagues understand the importance and requirements of a task at hand. Basic grammar and the ability to construct a sentence are just as important as ever, so don’t be afraid to play up these skills.

Great writing skills should come through in your CV first and foremost by showing, not telling. It should be clear and easy to read, with an understanding of what your key experience points and skills are and when to hammer them home.

Recruiters and employers will pick up on which CVs are written well and which are poorly constructed, and that can often be the difference between getting to the next stage or not.

4. Focus

In a social media dominated world, very few people can say they have excellent focus. The likelihood is the recruiter looking at your CV will do so between a couple of checks of their phone. That doesn’t mean you should think you can get away with a CV that shows a lack of focus though.

Good focus is, in fact, a skill that can be mastered. More importantly, it’s one of the hottest commodities to be found in a candidate today. There are a huge number of small companies working within tight time and budget constraints who can’t afford to employ a team that spends half of their working day browsing social media.

Likewise, companies can’t afford to be putting out fires all the time because people made simple mistakes in their work due to a lack of focus. Not only does it clog up productivity down the line, but can lead to major embarrassment for the company as a whole.

When an employer is looking through CVs they’re imagining the candidates in everyday situations like meetings with clients, and whether or not they would be a mark against the company. It’s preferable to have focused members of staff and stop the problem at the source.

Focus is something that can be developed over time, whether personally or within a professional position. How do you get that across on a CV though? Artistic skills such as learning an instrument that requires a huge amount of patience can also show focus; just as much as a high-pressure position and evidence of higher educational qualifications can.

5. Customer Service Experience

Most of you reading this will have some customer service experience in your background. It might be your first job working in the local store, some bar work at college, or a call center job you took to tide you over for a couple of months. That doesn’t necessarily mean you’ve got it included in your CV though. Think it’s irrelevant as you’re trying to take the next step in your career? Here’s why it’s not.

Your customer service job may have felt the dead end, but it also probably taught you some essential skills that employers will look for, particularly in young candidates with limited time to gain experience.

As discussed in the writing skills portion of this article, communication skills are essential in a number of positions.

If there are one skill customer service positions absolutely improve universally it’s communication. Customer service requires constant communication between both colleagues and you and the general public. Whether it’s in person, via email or over the phone, this is an essential skill to develop and one that, when placed on a CV with tangible examples, acts as a sign of a candidate who understands how to get messages across clearly and deal with difficult situations following company procedures.

Customer service roles also regularly come with significant responsibility, especially at a disproportionate rate to other jobs you could acquire at such a young age. An outstanding employee can quickly rise up the ranks of a service or customer service position by being trustworthy, elevating them to managerial positions, and giving them responsibilities such as looking after stock deliveries and shop closures.

Customer service roles also require a significant amount of both time management and internal task prioritization. Someone with strong customer service experience on their CV, with a proven track record of rising through the role, will have had to balance multiple tasks at once while also maintaining a strong public-facing image of the company to customers.

This sort of multi-tasking is something a lot of recruiters are looking for in candidates, as teams become smaller and tech companies, in particular, look for multi-talented individuals who can manage a heavy workload. It suggests an ability to adapt.

Of course, there is no set way to write a fantastic CV. Even if there was, every recruiter and employer is different, and wants a different person for their available role. These are absolutely crucial skills to acquire on the road to your dream position though and can open the door to life-changing opportunities if you understand how to present them correctly.

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Peace and Quiet

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Swearing.. general...

AN: Still not much to say really. Building myself to more regular posts from one a week to two a week and so on.

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You weren’t far enough away from the walls to be in danger you were after all still within range of the guards in the tower. What you’d needed though was peace, a breath of air that wasn’t filled with shouts, demands and instances that she do something for them.

When you’d come down to Earth all that time ago you’d been on of the few who thought of it as a blessing. The sudden quiet and lack of noise on the surface was your idea of heaven. But now with the arrival of the Ark and the setting up of Arkadia the noise was back and your head felt like it was about to break apart.

Letting your head fall back against the tree you’d sat under you stared up at the sky, mottled with the leaves of the tree. The sky was peaceful, smooth and unchanging today. You wished desperately to share in that peace.

“Y/N? What are you doing outside of the walls?”

You closed your eyes at the voice intruding in your quiet. You weren’t stupid, you’d known that someone would follow you outside, that you weren’t going to be able to be free for long. You’d hoped though that you would have had slightly longer.

“Y/N?”

“I heard you the first time Blake” you muttered refusing to open your eyes though and look at him. “I’m in the range of the guns after all”

“Not the point Y/N” Bellamy said flatly he’d come even closer and his shadow blocked the sunlight from your face and finally made your eyes open to look up at him towering above you. His features were shaded from the sunlight shining around him but you could imagine the frown on his face. Were in fact very familiar with the frown he could get on his face when he looked at you.

“Blake this is the only 30 minutes I’ve found this whole week to be on my own and sit in silence. Don’t you dare ruined this for me”

“You couldn’t find quiet within the walls?”

“No”

Bellamy sighed and moved out of the sunlight dropping down beside you leaning his arms on his raised-up knees and staring back into the camp. “It’s not been easy for you has it?” he asked, he’d framed it as a question but in reality, it wasn’t, it was much more of a statement.

“What exactly?”

Bellamy sent you a look that you knew meant he knew you were simply trying to avoid the question and that you did in fact know exactly what he was referring to.

“The Ark arriving, the camp being set up here and us all being brought back into the life here”

One corner of your mouth turn up in a small smile. “Well then no” you answered “none of that has been… we can stay with easy”

“Aren’t you happy to see your family again?” Bellamy asked with a curious tilt to his head. “Your father?”

“Would you be happy to see the man who locked you up? The man who threw you in jail knowing that in 6 months time you’d be floated?”

“Well when you put in that way”

You’d upset him, that much was obvious from the tightening of his shoulders and the fact he was no longer looking at you but staring back out into camp. Watching the movement of the guards as they patrolled the fence.

Sighing you reached out and nudged his shoulder. “Sorry, I’ll dial down the sarcasm. It wasn’t meant for you Blake” he didn’t look back at you but the tension did bleed out of his body. You stayed leaning against his side slightly as you joined him in watching the patrol of the guards along the perimeter of Arkadia. “sometimes I wish we could just go back to the drop ship. Back to when our biggest issue was dealing with grounders and finding enough food. It was almost easier that way”

“You’re not the only one who misses that”

“Is that an admission Blake?” you teased “are you actually agreeing with me on something?”

“It had to happen eventually”

You laughed softly as his arm wiggled out from where you were leaning and wrapped around your shoulders holding you into his side

“All this politics again Blake. I thought I’d escaped it when I got arrested. Thought I wouldn’t have to deal with all the scheming and back stabbing anymore”

“You’re a former councillors daughter Y/N you were always going to be involved”

“Even when I don’t want to be”

He looked down at you again this time an ironic twist to his mouth “especially then”

The two of you lapsed into silence again after that simply sat together watching. His arm around you like this and you resting against him would not be a sight that all in camp were happy about. More specifically your recently arrived father. Marcus Kane had not been impressed to find out his daughter had decided to ‘take up’ with the man who shot the chancellor. Unfortunately for him the moment he had let you be arrested and taken to the sky box was the moment he had lost all control and influence over you forever more.

He seemed to think that he could pick up exactly where you had left off on the Ark. Like nothing had happened and you would simply fall in and follow his rules and edicts perfectly. He had been in for a shocking surprise. You were not following his rules and in fact were breaking more than a few.

“How long are you going to keep escaping?”

“That depends”

“On what?” he sounded suspicious, not that you blamed him for that. “Y/N on what?”

“How long my father continues to be an obnoxious asshat”

You could see that Bellamy tried and failed to hide his smile at your insults towards Marcus. “Ass hat?” you simply shrugged as Bellamy sighed rubbing a hand over his face. “It could be a while then if you’re waiting for that eventuality”

“Why Blake are you admitting my father is indeed a superior fucking idiot?”

“In some regards, yes” Bellamy’s face turned worried. “They don’t understand this earth that they’ve arrived on and they’re treating us all as children whose opinions don’t count. Never mind the fact that we’ve been here, living here, surviving here for all this time”

“We have to find a way to get the others out of that mountain Bell” you pulled away from him now, instead wrapping your arms around yourself. “For once I’m in agreement with Clarke. We need to start putting together a plan an acting on it. Not sitting here like lemons waiting for them to attack us”

“Like lemons?” Bellamy snorted “You are full of metaphors today”

“Bell please… tell me the truth here. Tell me you agree with me”

He sighed eyes finally moving away from the fence and turning back to you. There were dark circles under his eyes that hadn’t been there a few weeks ago. A faint trace of lines that extended from his mouth revealing a tension that never quite left him.

Eventually he nodded once. “I agree with you Y/N of course I do. I hate having our friends trapped in there with us powerless to know what’s happening. I’m as stuck as you though in trying to help them. What do we do? What do you suggest we do? We have no weapons, no allies and no way of knowing how to go about even getting close to mount Weather”

“I suggest that we stop sitting around doing nothing” you snapped your temper starting to fray. “I suggest that for once Clarke may be right and we need to listen to Lexa. We need to find a way to work together”

“You want to work with the grounders?”

“I never said ‘want’” in fact it was on the very bottom of the list in regards to what you wanted to do. Unlike Clarke you didn’t trust Lexa one bit. She would do what was best for her own people and if that meant selling out the sky people invaders than she would do it without the least bit of hesitation. You could almost respect her for that, the unflinching way she would hurt whoever needed to keep her people safe.

“You know you’re more like Kane than you’d ever want to admit Y/N”

“Take that back right now Blake” you warned, eyes narrowing. When he simply smiled you elbowed him sharply in the side rolling into his body until he had no choice but to lean onto his back with you getting on top of him. “I am not like my father”

“Actually you are” he lifted his hands to frame your face pushing away hair that had fallen there as you leant over him. “You’re strong Y/N, your impulsive and you have this way of making everyone around you feel important and like they’re needed. You’re a leader and its why you end up running away out here, because people won’t leave you alone”

“I’m no leader”

“You lead me” he whispered twisting without warning so you were the one underneath him now. “I would follow you anywhere, into hell if necessary”

“Bell…”

He smiled softly “We’ll find a way to get them out of Mount Weather. All of them. I promise”

“I believe you” you admitted arms going up and around his neck. “You know I came out here for some peace and quiet. You interrupted that”

“Oh, how shall I make it up to you?”

Smiling you pulled him down closer to you “I can think of a few ways”

His answering smirk to your words was hidden by your lips connecting together and peace reigned in your mind once more, this time though of a very different kind.

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