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wonwayne · 4 months

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how enha takes care of you ☁️

pairing : ot7 x gn!reader genre : fluff, comfort, humor warnings : mentions of food word count : 1k

a/n : requested by anon! kind of kicked it off with this hee drabble but had so much fun writing for all the members. for today’s purposes, let’s keep y/n sick and alone in their apartment 🫶

💭 heeseung

my little philosophy is that significant others can be two types of caregivers — one actively tries to treat your illness, the other is emotional support

each has their own merit ofc

but hee is miraculously both

sincerely believes he can rizz you to health

he’s being a bit selfish, he worries, for making you smile all the time

because it heals him more than it heals you

but he makes up for it by making sure you eat like a king (for all three meals a day!) until you feel better

also cuddles with you in bed to keep you warm

if whatever you have is contagious, he is definitely getting it

last but certainly not least: he sings to you. acoustic covers + snippets of his self-produced music, you’re getting it all 😌

almost makes you wish you were sick more often

💭 jay

arrives at your place with like fifty grocery bags (okay maybe not fifty, but… a lot)

big believer in sleep as the best medicine so he lets you be for the most part

but as soon as you wake up and come down to the living room

say hello to a FEAST

literally no room left on the dining table and he’s still doing something in the kitchen????

“jay i can’t… consume all of this” “don’t worry, eat as much as you want for now and i’ll put the leftovers in the fridge”

at this point what is there left to say except “can you just be my husband already”

you’re about to dig in and suddenly he’s standing over you giving you the death stare

“... did i… do something wrong?” “seriously?” your heart stops before he goes, “what happened to my thank you kiss?”

UGH he’s such a softie

💭 jake

is worried SICK and cannot hide it

refuses to leave your bedroom once he first enters it unless absolutely necessary — must stay by your side at all times !!

not the most experienced but the effort is very much there

“should we take the medicine together? would that be easier?” and you KNOW he hates taking medicine

“babe why would you take nyquil. you don’t have a cold.” “idk it can’t hurt can it?” it very much can (don’t do this kids)

he drinks it with you anyway (clinks the medicine cups and says “cheers!”… what are you going to do with this man) and tries his best to fight the drowsiness

ends up dozing with his head on your lap, kneeling by the bed

peak puppy position i tell you PEAK

💭 sunghoon

what matters is not so much how he takes care of you but how he looks so good while taking care of you: simple white dress shirt, sleeves rolled up just to the elbows, hair slicked back a little from washing his face, setting damp towels on your forehead and his forearm veins emerging as he wrings them… help me

it’s the wuthering heights bedridden cathy victorian era aesthetic okay

speaking of books why do i get the feeling that sunghoon would read to you

or simply talk to you about his day or childhood memories or anything to keep you comfortable and entertained

idk i feel like he’d want to remind you of his presence in a “i’m here for you” type of way but without being intrusive… is not at all offended when you fall asleep to his voice

don’t you just love when sunghoon.

💭 sunoo

i have one very specific idea for sunoo and i’m kinda obsessed with it

MINT. TEA. (if you know you know… mint tea is the sinus relief GOD)

and ofc as our resident mint choco lover, how could he not

“baby i made something for you!” you peer into the mug and you’re like 🤨 “you didn’t add chocolate syrup to this did you” “wtf i’m not a monster why would i do that??”

his discography and food preferences beg to differ but he truly does give you pure, steaming mint tea

it is so perfect i promise you will fall in love with him all over again

mint aside we all know this man is a human vitamin like i cannot imagine you staying sick for long

no need to binge tv (it makes your head hurt more anyway), just have sunoo spill all the drama to you for seven hours straight and you’ll be good to go

💭 jungwon

makes you wonder, did this boy have a medical degree this entire time and just not tell me??

knows exactly which medications help with which symptoms, gives you all the immune boosting foods, pulls up with a weighted blanket and a heating pad and a plushie to hug— you’re getting the best sleep of your life no question about it

listens to you so well “i miss what it was like to breathe” “it’s frustrating, isn’t it? as soon as one nostril clears, the other fills up, and it never seems to end” “YES ohmy— [cough] god, yes, you get it :(”

at the same time i think won is the most likely to avoid skinship when you’re sick bc yeah that stuffy nose does not sound fun

is smart about it though; prepares a bubble bath for you and then sets up the heating pad and everything on your bed while you’re in the bath

becomes 143x touchier once you’re back to normal (“i missed squishing your cheeks” “i missed squishing your cheeks!”)

💭 niki

crashes at your place to make sure you’re having a good time

it’s either you watching him game or movie marathon together

you don’t say it but you are so inordinately grateful that he’s caring enough to chill with you on days like these, you know he’d rather do dates outside and play pranks on you every other hour, but he’s giving that up just for you

would share a tub of ice cream with you if you’re craving it, although he voices his concerns first “is it… right to eat cold stuff when you have a cold?” “it defrosts in my mouth don’t worry” “okay you do you”

basically a good old sleepover

every time he checks your temperature he sings his part in fever (he’s humorous like that)

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verysium · 6 months

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ACT 1, SCENE 3: blue lock headcanons

sae is into skincare: lotions, serums, the whole set. he and rin used to have self-care nights as children during which they would sit in bed with matching face masks and watch cartoons on the family tablet. if they were in a good mood, they would let you join.

barou listens to classical while working out. no joke. this man is so insanely focused he will shoot goals and play paganini at the same time. his work ethic is low-key why you were attracted to him the first place.

nagi is lazy to the point he will deliberately buy five pairs of the same exact pants just to save himself the trouble of having to choose an outfit in the morning. thank god for reo otherwise nagi would still be dressing like he just crawled out of bed. he still can't do much about his bedhead though.

rin desperately wanted to join sae in the deeper end of the community pool; however, he was deathly afraid of drowning. his only logical solution was to cover himself in pool floaties while he dipped a single toe into the water. even to this day, he still has traumatic memories of that experience. you need to hold his hand every time.

kaiser acts like his football prowess comes entirely from natural talent. in reality, he trains to an obsessive degree behind the scenes. you could come home at midnight, and he would still be there replaying every single highlight of his recent game. he is the type to keep detailed notes about all the players he went up against.

isagi likes to walk around his hometown of saitama and just observe the snapshots of life around him. whether it's a street vendor, children playing on a grass patch, or a couple in the sunset, he secretly enjoys these little vignettes of human experience. he would become sentimental when it comes to you. sometimes you have to pull his head out of the clouds.

nagi has parents who work overseas, so the most he sees of them is through video calls or holiday presents. occasionally, he also gets a birthday card shipped through international mail. when you threw him his first surprise party, he secretly felt touched because his family was never big on physical celebrations.

sae is ridiculously good at anything that involves data and calculations. he participated in a math competition one time in junior high, and he would have made it to the national level had he not been entirely focused on football. refused to tutor rin in algebra though because apparently his little brother has to figure out everything for himself. if it were you though, he would begrudgingly agree.

bachira holds the world record in procrastination. his notebook, pencil, and eraser are still as untouched and pristine as they were on the first day of the academic school year. he does not know what a book is, nor has he read one. he only studied because you refused to cuddle with him otherwise.

ego eats so many cups of instant ramen noodles that his glasses begin to fog up from time to time. anri has to clean the frames and lenses weekly just to make sure his myopic self can even see. at this point, she's the real MVP of the entire series.

barou likes to open the windows right after it rains because he enjoys the sweet smell of petrichor. his ideal day would be spent lounging on a couch with some tea and a novel. it would be even more perfect if you snuggled under the blankets with him.

niko sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, immensely insecure about his forehead. he thinks it looks giant though it really isn't. you have to brush his fringe back and pepper kisses down his face and remind him that a big forehead means a big, sexy brain, so it really isn't that bad. he believes you and goes back to sleep.

shidou would make fun of boomers. in fact, he'd ridicule every single person he considers past their prime. he does not believe in any form of authority, nor does he like being told what to do. if he had his way, he would have turned the entire world into anarchy a long time ago. the only reason why he doesn't wake up and make himself everyone's problem is because he doesn't want to upset you.

kaiser knows he is very well-endowed physically, so he purposefully walks around your apartment shirtless. if he catches you eyeing him, he will make a big deal out of it. tries to not-so-subtly flex his biceps every time he reaches for the milk carton.

reo loves cocktail dresses, especially in the wine red shade. something about the accentuated figure and natural curves gives him goosebumps. his favorite part of you is when your tummy slightly protrudes after you've eaten too much. you might think it's embarrassing, but he thinks it's adorable.

rin only uses shower gel, mostly because he learned his lesson after using the locker room shower stalls. never use bar soap, always use bottled. he's also the type to always have shower shoes. sae taught him that.

bachira is the type of student to completely misread the question and still not feel bad after the teacher points it out. oh no, he was actually supposed to solve for x, not just circle it? he'll shrug it off like nothing ever happened. at least he tried. the teacher should be grateful for his effort.

sae says he does not understand the sentiments behind cute couple traditions but then proceeds to get upset when you show up to his game without wearing his jersey. would definitely get you matching bracelets for your anniversary.

aiku has a high spice tolerance. he would definitely drown his food either in sriracha or buldak sauce. if you can't handle spicy though, he would set aside a separate plate just for you and manually spoon out the food just to make sure you have something to eat too.

aryu never has dry cuticles. he is always trimming and filing to perfection. sometimes he has beef with your nail tech because he thinks he could have done so much better on your acrylics. refuses to let you go to a salon because he already has all the tools and expertise necessary.

sae does not know how to cook. his manager has always ordered take-out for him. the one time he tried to use a microwave, he completely misread the package instructions and nearly burned the entire building down. called you up with the straightest face afterwards to tell you that the smoke alarms were not shutting off.

barou unconsciously caves into peer pressure. every single new trend makes him rethink his personal style. however, he views it all with an old man mentality. like what are these youngsters doing these days? dying their hair every possible color of the rainbow? he has to do that too. proceeds to call aryu to add red streaks into his own hair. sometimes you have to remind him that external opinion should always taken with a grain of salt.

chigiri has a major sweet tooth. if you so much as bake him one single treat, he will have made plans to put a ring on your finger before he even finishes the damn pastry. his ideal partner is someone mature and understanding who can take care of him well. definitely likes the homemaker type.

gagamaru is the seeing friend in your relationship. no matter how many trips he makes to the optometrist, he will always come back with perfect 20/20 vision. definitely a nature enthusiast, and he loves hiking. even if you're blind as a bat, he will always be there to hold your hand in the dark.

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kimbap-r0ll · 8 months

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Could I request the Vil, Epel, Azul, and Jamil with a who's basically the "team mom" of the first years? She's known for making snacks for the group, scolding them when mess around, getting protective of her friends when they're in danger, etc.

Hi, thank you for the ask! Sorry I'm getting to these asks so late, uni's starting up again and that means I'm starting to get busy again haha. This seems like a fun idea, thank you!

Vil, Epel, Azul, Jamil x mom-friend!reader

Vil

He's glad that you're extremely responsible but at the same time feels bad for you because you're constantly having to babysit your friends haha

Vil is the type of person to notice when you get tired or stressed really quickly, so even if you aren't completely burned out he'll make you do a self-care day with him

I feel like he liked you because of how you were protective of your friends from danger and you had no problem dealing with your friends' antics. If he was in your position he knows he would've had a headache 24/7, so he admires you

I feel like a lot of students would be scared of the two of you because of how strong you seem, but what sets you apart from Vil is how you're able to still be extremely kind and caring (not saying Vil isn't, he's just bad at showing it). He likes the sweet side of you that shows up from time to time

Epel

He was at odds with you first when you told him what he was doing was dangerous and things like that. However, after you two got closer, he realized that you weren't just a "no-fun" person and rather you cared a lot about the people you cared

Definitely tried to make you do some daring things while you two go on dates. While yes being a mom-friend does mean you are prone to saying "that's dangerous you're going to lose an arm" you aren't the type to say no when it comes to something new. I feel like it's a nice balance of safe and fun

You probably saved him from Vil a few times, mainly with him asking you to talk to him with you since Vil is such a scary person haha

Overall he likes that you're super caring and that you sometimes help him adjust to Pomefiore's rules. He wants to be someone people can rely on as well, and so you're sort of a role-model to him too

Azul

I feel like he tried to recruit you into the Monstro Lounge when he found out how efficient you are and how you're super good at catching details. However, he was scared of you a little bit because of how you were able to spot his more manipulative side extremely quickly unlike most students

I feel like once you two get to know each other, he sort of finds comfort in you unlike the comfort he's ever felt after mastering spells and such. You make him feel like he doesn't have to be perfect around you, and he admires how you are able to show kindness to everyone

You two are probably the reason the lounge is extremely well-organized. Whenever something slightly goes wrong, every Octavinelle student working there will come running to you before running to Azul now haha

When he saw how you were like around the first years, I feel like he could sympathize. He's had to manage so many different kinds of people through contracts, but for you it was like you were saving them from fire 24/7

Jamil

Ace joked that you two were going to date because of how similar you two were, turns out it's not a joke anymore!

Jamil and you first got close after taking care of Kalim's antics and then his friends (which were also your friends) and their shenanigans. Jamil and you often joked about how you two were like the parents of the group

Even though he's stressed out of his mind, he goes out of his way to make sure you aren't fatigued. If you need anything from him, whether it would be a cup of tea or just some time to read, he's there to help. I feel like he would almost be a mom-friend to you too haha

Overall you two are literally nicknamed "mom" and "dad" by students because you two sort of act like that haha. I think what Jamil would admire the most about you would be how even though you're strict and aren't scared to face danger, it's because you care about your friends and want the best for them

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst imagines #anon ask #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst x reader #twst vil #twst vil x reader #twst epel #twst epel x reader #twst azul #twst azul x reader #twst jamil #twst jamil x reader

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pink-apollo · 8 months

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saw ur cod reqs were open and I was maybe wondering some soem hcs or a drabble or smthn for a fem reader in a polycule with Kreuger and Minotaur?

I love them both so much!

This is just👌 COMPLETE OPPOSITES. But it works. I apologize if this seems poorly written, it has been a very long time I have written for maxim which if I do say so, needs so much more love. Very underrated operator.

Kreuger and Minotaur poly relationship headcanons

🖤Just to put it bluntly, Sebastian is the Doberman and maxim is the golden retriever. Sebastian is always alert and intimidating while maxim is very happy and go with the flow

🖤Kreuger is a more so reserved partner while Minotaur is very out there. However, the both have their unique ways of showing they love you and in fact get along surprisingly well!! There are never any arguments, fights, and if there ever is a “disagreement” they go separate ways for a as long as they both need before coming to find and cuddle you as they both accept and move on from their dispute

🖤Minotaur always cook breakfast for everyone since he tends to be the first one awake. Does the cliche bed in breakfast for everyone. Always makes your favorite dish and makes sure to it looks perfect. Has honestly thought about being a baker because of the joy he finds in cooking

(Bear Minotaur with a heart apron😭😭)

🖤Kreuger tends to dinner time. Always makes outstanding dishes and makes sure everyone has had enough. Sometimes goes a little overboard so that you and Maxim have food for tomorrow

🖤Maxim loves to wind down at nighttime, has a routine that he follows. Loves a good cup of his favorite tea and a book! Will be more than happy to read to you and kreuger when cuddling in bed. Always loves to share the things he reads and now makes extra tea because of you guys stealing his. He just makes the best tea

🖤Kreuger and maxim tend to hold your hands when in public. They tend to be very protective of you and don’t tolerate rouge men who have their eyes linger onto you. Oddly enough are not the jealous type, both know you love them deeply and will always come to them so they see no reason to be overly protective unless need be

🖤Lots of camping trips!! Between the two of them they tend to take up a lot of room so a tent will simply not due😅 Especially when it comes to being very needy and whiney. They need something…stable if you will

🖤Although when it comes to you and pleasin you, they can be very jealous and demanding if one is getting more attention than the other. Sebastian can become very grumpy despite being very calm. Doesn’t like how maxim has more time with you than all 3 of you together

🖤It’s a fun little competitive game to them of who can be your main priority while fucking you senseless. Which both do a very good job of. Though they try to out do the other cause you to be in bed rest for a couple days

🖤Cuddle pile unlike any other. It usually flips between you and maxim being in the middle, Sebastian prefers to be on the side where he can see the door just for security

🖤Although there is a very slim chance where he craves to be in the middle and coddled by the two of you. Loves to have your fingers run through his hair while maxim is nuzzled behind him humming quietly

#cod #ask #headcanons #x reader #modern warfare #sebastian kreuger #Minotaur #Sebastian kreuger x reader #Minotaur x reader #Minotaur headcanons #Sebastian kreuger headcanons

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wonryllis · 3 months

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MOOT GAME : " put your moots and their biases in a prompt generator and rate them!! "

only if u want to ^^

、ㅤ🍓 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS IN PROMPT GENERATOR ᵎᵎ

that's such a creative game! loved doing this!! since this is an enblr account i've only done enha bias,, included everyone except those who have left or are inactive or whose bias i don't know. (p.s. @okwonyo this is the one i suspected was you :) ( MUTUALS )

@jaesvelvet ( cha )

jay. cuteee 8/10 and then taking pictures and getting sad when the cast comes off but really like drawing on cast is therapeutic.

sunghoon. that's straight up soft romance like ahhh 10/10 sucks for that friend to see y'all lovey dovey even in sleep but that's literally the purest thing everrrr

heeseung. now this is my thing, we're getting on to the real deal everything/10 can read this trope thousand times and still love love love it though cha it'll be pretty sad for you bae.

@hoes4hoseok ( piper ) & @heelvsted ( rin ) & @boyfhee ( caelin )

jay. this is crack, full of crack but this trope is saurrr good one of the best of all times and piper would probably elevate it even further obvious x obvious 11/10 we all love that don't we.

heeseung. oh my god rin you living in a f2l fanfic this is so good and cute and fluffy like 17/10 imagine lee heeseung cheering you up with his silly jokes and rizzless(full) attempts at flirting. if you ain't falling for him there's and then, then you are god's strongest soldier.

heeseung. this is 1000000/10 this is so unique, don't know if it's cael's cup of tea but it's definitely mine! crack and romance,,, next level of crack like imagine cael getting her enemies to lovers arc after becoming a ghost and scaring the daylights out of people, fun right?

@jangwonie ( fae ) & @atrirose ( seiu ) & @jungqkook ( aurora/haru )

jungwon. this is totally my type again, the sick in love would do anything to see you happy tolerate all your shit, find it adorable ... 99/10 those lovesick eyes that watch you tell the most unhinged thing and think of how much they love you and how cute you are and how much you mean to them. like okayyyyy that's love.

riki. so cute so cute so cute so cute,,, love/10 literally so good sei is living in her own yn world and we are all just side characters. and not to mention this is so riki too he'd definitely fight and then somehow be discovered by the one he has feelings for and they boom the awkward confession and kiss ahhhhh i'm in love with this prompt,, kinda manga vibes which i loveeee

heeseung. noooo this is the cutest yet saddest prompt everrrr,,, haruu babe im so sorry this had to be it buttt let's look at the cute and crack part only especially if you get scared and startled easily imagine him trying to talk to you not having shown himself yet and you just get scared and scream lmao 9/10 becuz i don't wanna see haru sad.

@enhalov ( muse ) & @okwonyo ( jiah/bambi )

jay. the perfect little yn moment straight out of "how to get your crush to notice you" 100000000/10 love love love thisss, museee you got such a banger prompt, so so so fanfic coded i can't stress enough on how perfect it is and how much you suit this!!!

sunoo. this is a kdrama moment! 7/10 because pda (i feel shy even witnessing it) but good for muse you're showing it off to everyone and that too on ny eve like imagine the fireworks finishing off and then sunoo goes for a kiss becuz now everyone's attention is off from fireworks.

jake. okay no why is this so jiah coded? bambi would definitely do this for jake like a million times yk reminding him how much he means to her and how much girlie loves him. "she needs to make sure jake is always aware of his importance in her life!" infinity/10 one of my favs.

@joomiu ( nat )

sunoo. cuteeee strangers to lovers starting on the train 7/10 falling asleep on someone's shoulder is such pure fluff. nat better seize the opportunity to bag sunoo up, you don't getting him laying his head on you everyday.

sunghoon. this is so classic but still so heart fluttering man 111/10 absolute cuteness. full of domestic vibes! i know for a fact nat would do this and then giggle over this for weekss,, i mean who wouldn't.

jungwon. this is thousand kisses nat vibes totally fits her vibes and can literally imagine this actually happening, nat fussing over the fogged up glasses and lovesick won staring at her with heart eyes omgggg gem/10

@heecyon ( bee/ally)

sunghoon. this is like a lifetime kinda love you gotta grab it while you have it 9/10 absolute domestic vibes yk a supporting partner who goes to all ends.

jake. this is cute, super cute, next they kisss. 6/10 because we hate getting sick

jay. another angsty one we here 1000/10 for my sad loving ass. the star-crossed illfated turned forever lovers we go. this gives the love, rosie vibes i cried my eyes out to that but that was some good emotional shit.

@heesbaby ( cinna ) & @ctrlemis ( art )

jay. classic and then they realise their feelings and fall in love. 15/10 cinna and her dream jay date?

sunoo. now this seems very unlikely,, it would be more like both of them screaming their lungs out but this is nevertheless super cute so 9/10

sunoo. this so gives art vibes. can really picture it all happening, sunoo all excited to match? and then there's art secretly loves it but no way is gonna show it on the outside and happily wear it to make sunoo and sunoo's mom happy. 9/10

#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#( 🪽 ) ৲⠀꒰͡ ִ 𝒎 𝒚 𝒂 𝒏 𝒈 𝒆 𝒍 𝒔 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱#୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ

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impossiblefangirl0632 · 6 months

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do you have encanto fic recs? every time I watch encanto I think about how much potential there is for fic but then I never actually read any...I figure that you might be able to give me a place to start if I ever decide to make the plunge! thanks

That insane cackling you heard in the distance was me upon reading this ask. Um. Yes. Yes I do have many encanto fic recs and I’m so glad you asked! I’m limiting myself to 10 of my all time favorites. Should you choose to delve in I’d be happy to rec more. I tried to do a smattering of the types of fics I like.

Note, Bruno is my favorite character and as such most of these are Bruno-centric or he plays a major role.

The Sandman by @cthene Rated G 30K Complete

Bruno explores his Gift.

Just trust me on this one. It’s fantastic. I’ve literally reread it 5 times. If Bruno as a time wizard plus a really great look at the relationship between him and Mirabel sounds like your cup of tea I cannot recommend this one enough.

Nos Sigue la Noche (The Night Follows Us) by Thornvale Rated T 36K Complete

Post canon, Mirabel can’t help but feel as though something is going to go wrong; mysterious Tío Bruno is behaving more strangely than usual and something about the magic seems to be changing. Not only that, but an old danger is lurking in the shadows of the mountains surrounding the Encanto.

As they learn to see by @cannibalthoughts Rated T 67K WIP

Four and a half years after hiding in the walls, Bruno has an accident bad enough for Casita to call for help, and the family’s problems stop being ignorable.

aka: Bruno slips and knocks over about a dozen family crises on his way down.

I adore everything about this fic. Cannibalthoughts writes Bruno’s internal headspace SO WELL it’s the perfect blend of humor and angst.

a hair on the head of john the baptist by icarusinthesand Rated T 4.5K Complete

Unsettled in the new Casita, Bruno goes to the usual place wayward prophets seeking solace go.

This one leans into the fact that they’re all Catholic and explores how Bruno feels about being a prophet. Also has a fantastic conversation between him and Mirabel. This one has my whole heart and I’ve reread it many times.

A Prophet In His Own Land by @madrigaljail Rated T 33K Complete

Part of the Madrigal In-Laws Verse that flushes out Felix and Agustin’s families. I highly recommend everything in this series but Prophet is my favorite.

Growing up in the close-knit community of the Encanto, Bruno Madrigal is many things to many people: a dutiful and difficult son, a loyal, irritating brother, a shining star, a lurking menace, a dear friend, a familiar mystery, and an object of scorn. Shouldering the burden of all these contradictory roles, he struggles to find his place in both the town and his family.

A Miracle Is Not Earned but Freely Given by @wildlyironicbee Rated T 57K Complete

A bit of an Anastasia/verrrrrrrrry loose beauty and the beast AU

I love this one SO MUCH Please read it it’s got amazing characterization and some really excellent angst and family bonding.

Mirabel grew up listening to the stories her Abuela would tell her about the Encanto and her family's magical house, Casita--and of how it was lost, her Abuelo and Tío sacrificing everything to keep them safe. When she's presented with an opportunity to finally see the ruins of the Encanto for herself, she leaps at the chance. But what--or who--she finds there will alter the lives of her family forever.

Stars Lost Down The River by @ramblesanddragons Rated T 87K Complete

A ‘what if Mirabel ran away after her ceremony, Bruno went after her, and they both got swept down the river and lost their memories’ AU it features them reuniting with the Madrigals and it is just absolutely excellent. Rambles has a lot of Encanto fics and I love all of them.

Bitter Blood by ashtreelane Rated G 19K Complete

Post-Canon. Bruno is only technically the youngest. Really, it's by fifteen minutes, but he is also the smallest, and prone to sickness. The fainting spells probably don't help the weakness his sisters see. Bruno is hypoglycemic, which is annoying, but not dangerous. It gets much worse when he enters the walls.

Excellent Madrigal kids stuff and excellent angst

Never Shall We Die by archive_rat Rated M 99K WIP

Young triplets pirate AU. Pirate queen Pepa, ship’s doctor Julieta, & navigator Bruno. Listen, come closer, have you ever read something that left you just sitting in awe and wonder, something that every time you reread it you pick up on something new because there is just SO MUCH amazing detail? Because this is that. I cannot sing this fic’s praises enough. Also if AU’s aren’t your thing go read archive-rat’s other Encanto fics set in canon verse (do that even if AUs are your thing) I was very tempted to rec them individually. Landscape with the Fall of Icarus and Axolotl are my favorites.

Just Your Ordinary, Everyday Miracle by @16magnolias Rated T 283K WIP

Bruno/Original Female Character post-canon fic that starts with the question of ‘where did Bruno get the horse?’ at the end of the movie.

A candle. A living house. Magical powers. A 15-year-old girl named Mirabel. Miracles can come in all shapes and sizes, and Bruno's latest miracle may just take the shape of a 41-year-old widow named Lucía and her daughter Josefina. And – uh – maybe also a horse.

This fic has my whole heart. Lucia is such a well written and flushed out character and Mags’ writing is so cozy and I love it so so so so so much. If Bruno/OFC sounds interesting definitely give this one a read.

(Obligatory plug for my own (with @optimistic-violinist) fic Take Back the Kingdom, a modern/fantasy AU where Bruno and the kids have to save their kingdom from an evil wizard with humor, hijinks, and angst galore)

#phew that was a lot #encanto fic recs #seriously thanks for the ask #if there's something that's more your speed let me know and if I have more recs for that I have happy to provide

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Could you do slenderman hcs for your first date

Slenderman, Trenderman and Splendorman First Date Headcanons

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A/N: Thank you Anon for requestiong this HCS! I'm sorry for the long update, it has been such a hectic day because of college and research. I hope you understand!

Gender: Neutral

Warning: None

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Slenderman

Slenderman is a proper gentleman and doesn't like the type of date that is considered non-classical as he believes that he is a high-value man.

In his human form, I believe Slenderman would reserve a seat for the two of you in fancy restaurants like a five-star "all you can eat" kind of restaurant or an Italian restaurant.

Slenderman would also prepare a bouquet of your favorite flowers or a classic red rose to show how much he loves you but if you do not like flowers, he would give you another gift.

It could be a teddy bear, plushies, beautiful scarves that were actually made by his brother Trenderman, or a bottle of perfume with your favorite scent.

Without the human form, Slenderman would love to bring you to his special library where none of the proxies can go inside unless they had his permission.

Slenderman would prepare you a cup of tea in case you got thirsty but if you prefer tea to coffee. He does not mind making a cup of coffee for you.

As the two of you are reading together, sometimes Slenderman's hands would gently hold your hands even though his hands are boney and cold.

The two of you would review each other books together, this is the type of date that he prefers where te two of you could be just calm together.

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As the new killer that stays with the other experienced killers in an abandoned building are challenging but you were thankful that Slenderman was there in every step. Not only he was a great leader with high intelligence but he was also a perfect gentleman, treating you like royalty and protecting you from the other proxies that are trying to mess up with you.

The two of you and him recently just got together as he proposes to you in the hills surrounded by the trees and flowers underneath the sky of the night where there were shooting stars. Of course, it did not end up just like that because Slenderman decides to make your day better as the two of you become one couple.

He glances around the room and sees you still lying on the other side of the bed with drolls on your mouth and snores, not even looking elegant at all but despite that his cold dead heart is fluttering like a swarm of butterflies. He remembers that he wanted to surprise you before he goes up from his bed and walks up to his computer.

Even though he's thousands of years old and an immortal creature, he knows how to use electronics before he books one of the five-star restaurants for the date later, he even goes as far as calling the owner of the restaurant to book the seating arrangement and preparing the suit that he would wear later.

Unknownbeast to the tall faceless creature, you were awake once you hear him whispering to the phone. Even though he was only whispering, he was quite loud and you were able to make out some of the words that he said before a little smile slip up against your lips, hearing the word of 'Date', 'For the two of us', and the words of 'For me and my boyfriend/girlfriend'.

As Slenderman closes the phone down, the faceless creature takes a deep sigh and mutters 'This first date better be worth it' but once again he was quite loud and you accidentally hear it. It was really sweet for slenderman to try making the first date perfect for you even though it is fine for you to just have a simple date.

Seeing this, you couldn't help but open both of your eyes and push yourself away from the soft mattress. Pulling both of your arms to the sky before hearing a satisfying pop sound from the bones and standing up from the bed.

"Darling, are we going to get our first-time date?" You ask him.

"Oh, did you hear all of that?" Slenderman glances down at you.

"Yeah, your whisper is actually kind of loud so I can make out some of the words," you told him.

"I apologize, sweetheart. That was supposed to be a surprise for you but I think I was being too obvious," Slenderman couldn't help but feel slightly guilty that he destroyed his own plan.

"Haha, that's alright sweetheart. You don't need to feel down, I appreciate your effort. You are still able to surprise me later but before that. Let's go out together and tell everyone the mission," you held one of his long arms, pulling him closer and hugging the faceless man with a smile on your face as you couldn't wait to go out with him later.

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Trenderman

If Slenderman going to be a classic gentleman, your first date with Trenderman is LUXURY. Trenderman does not care about his spending even though it was expensive since all of his money is from stealing from the human world and from his fashion designs.

Put your seatbelt on because he is not only going to bring you to the fancy restaurant like Slenderman did but to fancy France Restaurants.

As he spent his money on expensive gifts for you such as perfume, designer suits or dresses, wristwatches, or jewelry like gold necklaces and silver rings.

Bringing you to small shops that sell expensive chocolates to fulfill your sweet tooth and even spend on an expensive chocolate box for you.

Letting you have as much as chocolate you have and not letting you have the 'supermarket' type of chocolates since he feels like those qualities of chocolate are worse than branded chocolates.

But Trenderman is also going as dramatic as bringing you to watch a fashion show and watching models wearing expensive gowns and suits walking on the catwalk. Of course, he would be in his human form.

Surprisingly many designers know who he is and would greet him as he introduces you to those designers. Gucci Designers? Versace? Balmain? Hermes? Dior? They know who is he.

Trenderman is also going to bring you to the place of winery and you could taste the best wines from there as he surprisingly got some wines for you too.

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Staring at the person in the wooden frame mirror, the yesterday event of Trenderman asking you on a date were surprising you and made you nervous a little bit even though you felt happy mostly since you are going out with your crush. You have been crushing on the glasses faceless creature for a long time and you thought he would never recognize someone like you.

But that is a huge mistake and assumption for you as his nonexistent eyes laid on yours, he knew you were the perfect match for him but he didn't have the gut to tell you until yesterday was the right time to ask you out after he was drawing some suit/dress designs for you before he hands it to you and admitting that he has a feeling towards you.

Even though the reflection of the mirror clearly shows your complexion, it did not feel like it was you at all. Trenderman who was going to check on you teleported behind you and gasped, seeing your clothes but what makes him peeved of is not because of your messy looks but the fact that you weren't wearing his designed clothes for you for the date.

"(Y/N) (L/N)! Why are you not wearing the clothes that I made for you!" Even though he does not have eyes, you could tell he is glaring at you.

"Oh, Trenderman! I'm sorry it's just I'm scared to make it dirty when we are going out together," you explained your reason.

"Don't be silly just try the clothes I made for you!: He crosses both of his arms.

"Alright, I will try just don't be mad," You hurried away.

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It was a little bit windy outside and Trenderman's hands wrapped around the knob of the door before pulling it and stepping aside to let you get inside the building. The smell of expensive perfume and new buildings overwhelms the whole room and a pair of (E/C) eye colors could not help but stare at everything in awe.

The floor was made out of dark granites and the wall had white and golden wallpaper with a chandelier made out of an expensive diamond. There are many people in the hall and some of them had cameras on their necks, turning around you could see Trenderman in his human form with his own designed clothes.

His hands reached out to yours, waiting for you to grab it "You'll see the amazing show of my interest and I hope you would also be interested in this kind of show, darling," Trenderman winked with the edge of his lips curved upwards.

You were a little bit nervous about this invitation, especially joining the luxurious world of rich people since you're just a commoner like the rest of the killers and not living like rich people would but his smile wrote a warmth, promise, and comfort. Without thinking twice, you grab a hold of his hands and follow him from the side, choosing to join this kind of fun together with your boyfriend Trenderman.

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Splendorman

If Slenderman is a proper gentleman with a classic date and Trenderman is a Luxury date. Splendorman is going to be a fun date if you are going out with him.

Your first date together with Splendorman is bringing you to the amusement park where you can enjoy some attractions and games together with him.

Although he won't join the rollercoaster or some rides because he is either afraid or his size too big for someone on his size even though he is in his human form.

Splendorman is definitely going to try winning some gifts from the game booths for you, especially winning some plushies for you even though he's not as good as his brothers.

Splendorman also going to spoil you a lot by buying or stealing some food for you from the hotdog, popcorn, ice cream, cotton candy, slushie, and other food stands if you are hungry.

Splendorman also going to try to make you laugh with his little surprises or stupid but funny jokes. Sometimes he suddenly pulls a magic trick just to get your attention away.

Definitely protective of you and not letting anyone get too close to you but he won't scare them until he notices you need it such as creeps or thugs and he will show his monster form.

Splendorman is trying to give you the best day or the best date of your life by making you having lots of adventures, rides, meeting some characters, food stands and some adorable pictures of you two together.

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It was around two pm in the afternoon and you could not wait any longer to have your first date together with your boyfriend Splendorman, one of Slenderman's brothers. He always made your day bright unlike the rest of the killers in the mansion who mostly just ignore you or treat you horribly.

You were wearing a simple (F/C) t-shirt along with a pair of navy jeans and a jacket in case it gets colder at night plus a backpack filled with some necessities to survive. Yesterday, your boyfriend told you the plan for the first date, and even though it wasn't a surprise like the others. It still makes you happy none of the less knowing that you would go to an Amusement Park.

After putting the brush down from combing your tangled hair, a light buzz could be heard and your body immediately reacted on its own. It was Splendorman, with his bright and happy smile, he offered his skilly and pale hands at you "Are you ready, (Y/N)? Cuz I'm ready to have fun with you!"

Without thinking twice, you placed your hands on top of his cold hands, accepting that you are going to go together with your boyfriend together and his hand gently wrapped around your smaller hands before the sound of buzzing could be heard and the two of you are gone.

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Sounds of children laughing and people chattering overwhelmed the whole place and there were many people who seemed to be happy while all of them having family time together or a simple hang out with their friends and partners. Your eyes were lit by all of the colors along with the rides and the food stands that were standing there.

"Are you excited?" Splendorman asks.

"Yeah! Oh, Splendorman. Thank you so much for bringing me to the place!" you turn around to see Spendorman already using his human form.

He was wearing a colorful suit with the silly hat that he always wears along with the walking stick in his hand. Despite looking that silly and people would mistake him as a mascot, it made you love him even harder. "Where are you going to go?" You ask your boyfriend, cannot wait to try all of the rides.

"Up to you, sweetie-pie!"

"Rollercoaster?"

"I-i don't think I will be ready for that, sorry sweetie-pie."

"Alright, what about the sightseeing trains. We will all of the rides from above and have a mini tour."

"That sounds lovely, let's go to the sightseeing trains then," Splendorman walks next to you.

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c-e-d-dreamer · 10 months

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I Was Enchanted To Meet You: Part Four

A/N: Look! I'm posting today's chapter at a normal time! Anywho! What's that? ✨Feelings✨? Sure hope these two don't start acting a fool or anything 😉 Hope everyone enjoys! :) @elucienweekofficial

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Lucien

Lucien still hasn’t decided how he feels about seeing the infamous Prince Cassian on the news. He knows that he should be happy, that he should be excited for Elain to get her supposed true love back, and yet he… doesn’t. Instead, he feels almost disappointed. In fact, he had half started to convince himself that Cassian didn’t actually exist, that he wasn't actually coming to whisk Elain away again, but there he was, stabbing a bus with an actual sword on the news.

Lucien sighs softly and rolls over onto his back, blinking up at the ceiling. The morning light has already started flooding through the windows and into his room, and if he listens closely, he can hear Elain and Willow speaking quietly from the kitchen. He knows that he needs to get up. He knows that he should get up. And yet here he lays, desperately trying to put off the inevitable.

He shouldn't be feeling this way. Thankfully, with Elain’s help and two tickets to an upcoming ball, he was able to repair the damage of the previous day with Nesta. He should be focused on her. He should be thinking about what they’ve built over the past five years, about the ring that sits ready and waiting in the back of his sock drawer. He should be happy that, if all goes well, after today, Elain will finally walk out of his and Willow’s life, and they can finally go back to that comforting routine.

But something about Elain just keeps drawing Lucien in, like a golden thread tied right in the middle of his chest and tugging. There's just something in those bright brown eyes. Something in that too sweet smile. Something in that lilting laugh. It’s dangerous territory, has Lucien standing precariously on the edge of the cliff and questioning if he should jump.

Another sigh and Lucien drags himself up and out of bed. He pulls his hair up and away from his face and pads into the kitchen, finding Elain and Willow sitting at the table with what remains of a large stack of pancakes plated in front of them.

“Morning, Daddy,” Willow greets brightly, syrup dripping down her chin.

“Good morning,” Lucien offers back, bending down to press a kiss into her hair.

“Are we still able to go down to the news station today?” Elain asks, sipping at her cup of tea. “To see if they have Cassian’s information?”

Lucien forces a smile and pointedly shoves down the feelings twisting in his chest. “Of course. We can head over there after we drop Willow at school.”

“Perfect,” Elain tells him brightly, gathering up the plates and walking over to the sink.

“Perfect,” Lucien mutters.

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The office that houses the news station is relatively quiet when they step through the glass doors and into the lobby. A woman sits at the front desk, typing away at a computer even when Lucien and Elain step over to her. It’s only when Lucien clears his throat awkwardly, that she finally looks up at them.

“Can I help you?” the woman asks, raising a single, manicured eyebrow.

“Yes, hi. We were actually wondering if you might have some information on a news story that you ran last night,” Lucien explains, offering his best winning smile.

“It was my Prince Cassian,” Elain adds, earning a confused look from the woman behind the desk.

“He was the one on the bus, with the sword.”

“You mean the psycho with the weird velvet outfit like he jumped out of a renaissance fair?” the woman asks dryly.

“Psycho…”

“That’s the one,” Lucien confirms, cutting Elain off.

“What about that news story?”

“Well, we were wondering if you had any information about the man, Cassian,” Lucien continues. “Maybe a number or an address was taken down by someone?”

“Sorry, but all we had was that video we aired from an onlooker and an interview with the busdriver. The man you’re looking for ran off when the police arrived, way before we got there.”

“Oh, no,” Elain sighs dejectedly, the sound pulling right at Lucien’s heartstrings.

“Thanks for your help,” Lucien tells the woman before gently guiding Elain out of the news station and out of the building.

When they step back out onto the streets, Elain has her arms wrapped around herself, her brows pinched together and lips tipped down in a frown. She looks over her shoulder back at the new station, her expression almost forlorn, before her gaze sweeps across the buildings and people bustling around them. She looks so lost, and Lucien hates it, his fingers itching to reach out to her.

“I’m sorry,” Lucien offers; although, he’s not sure his words provide much comfort.

Elain takes a deep breath, and when she turns her head back toward Lucien, she’s smiling again. “It’s alright. Cassian is looking for me, and I know that he’s going to find me.”

The words sit heavy on Lucien’s tongue, begging to be released. Words of disagreement. Reminders that the city is a big place and statistics aren’t on her side. Arguments that if this Cassian had any sanity, he would just move on. But Lucien swallows them all down despite the sour taste it leaves in the back of his throat.

“I’m sure he is,” Lucien assures her, praying Elain can’t hear the falseness in his tone. “You know, there’s a bakery just a few blocks from here. Maybe it will help lessen the sting of the news station not having any information.”

“That sounds lovely.”

The sweet scent of chocolate and the buttery smell of other baked goods floods the air as soon as Lucien opens the door for Elain to step inside. The bakery is relatively quiet, so after ordering some pastries and tea, they settle into one of the small tables set near the window. The sun’s rays pour in like a personal spotlight, showering Elain in golden light as she carefully stirs her tea. It bounces off the soft strands of her hair where they fall in wavy curls along her shoulders, off the warm brown of her eyes, and when she smiles softly at Lucien, he has to duck his head to focus on his own drink.

“Thank you for taking me to the news station today,” Elain tells him, gently clinking her spoon against the rim of her teacup before setting it down.

“Of course,” Lucien assures her. “I’m happy to help you get back to…”

“Andalasia,” Elain finishes for him. “You’d love it there. It’s so magical. The Enchanted Forest stretches on and on, and there’s a beautiful, crystal blue river that cuts through it.”

“It must be quiet. Compared to this city.”

“You’d be surprised. Especially, when the bluebirds get into another of their arguments.”

Lucien has to bite back a smile at that, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll take your word for it.”

“I do hope you and Willow can come visit. You’re both, of course, invited to the wedding, and I’m sure she’d love it there.”

“Yeah,” Lucien agrees quietly, thinking of his daughter and her love of all things fairy tales. “I bet she would.”

“Does she miss her terribly?”

“Who?”

“Her mother.”

The change in topic takes Lucien by surprise, and for a moment, all he can do is blink dumbly at Elain. Despite the years that have passed, despite all the work he’s done to move on, to keep himself and Willow protected from that past, it’s a patchwork at best over that wound. One tug could send the whole thing unraveling. It’s why he keeps those cards so close to his chest, why he almost never talks about her, about Jesminda, about what happened.

But the earnestness, the sincerity, in Elain’s eyes, in her expression, has Lucien wanting to tell her. Wanting to crack himself open until every scar is on full display. Because, even though he’s only known her for a few days, he knows he can trust Elain, knows that she would never judge, never ridicule. Knows that she’d only show him more of her kindness, more of her compassion.

Even now, Elain watches him with patience, nothing but openness in her gaze. He has to swallow around the lump trying to press in around his throat, but Lucien is able to find his voice again.

“She… she left us,” Lucien explains quietly. “It was when Willow was still just a baby, so thankfully she doesn’t remember her really.”

“I’m so sorry, for you and for Willow. You were in love, weren’t you?”

Lucien smiles sadly. “We were. It’s how I know all that true love you talk about isn’t real. Happily ever after doesn’t exist in the real world.”

“You’re wrong,” Elain argues, reaching her hand across the table to give Lucien’s a squeeze. Lucien’s eyes snap down to the contact, warmth radiating up his arm and spreading through his chest. “And one day, something wonderful will happen, and you’ll see.”

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Elain

“I want Elain to help me get ready for bed.”

“I would be honored,” Elain tells Willow, before looking to Lucien to make sure that’s okay.

Lucien gives an easy shrug of his shoulders where he’s scrubbing down the dishes from their dinner at the sink, so Willow grabs Elain’s hand in hers, pulling her out of the kitchen. Willow leads the way down the hallway and into her bedroom, and Elain takes a moment to admire the pink floral wallpaper plastered to the walls, the gauzy fabric hung like a canopy over the bed, and the pile of stuffed animals stacked neatly atop the blankets.

“These are my pj’s,” Willow explains, pulling free a pair of bright yellow pants and shirt from her drawer.

“Perfect.” Elain glances around the room again, spotting the small basket piled with various hair products, hair ties, clips, and a hairbrush. “How about I help tie your hair back for sleep?”

Willow’s face completely lights up at the suggestion, her smile wide and toothy, until Elain can’t help but smile back. She instructs Willow to sit on the bed, and Elain settles on the mattress just behind her with the basket. She grabs the hairbrush first, carefully pulling the bristles through Willow’s bright red hair, a near perfect match for the little girl’s father’s hair.

“Let me know if I tug too hard.”

“It’s okay,” Willow assures her, practically slumping back into Elain.

Elain continues to brush through Willow’s hair until all the knots are detangled. She splits the hair in two next, tying off one half while she focuses on dutch braiding the other. She hums quietly while she works, her fingers working in practiced movements until two braids curl around Willow’s ears and down her back.

“There,” Elain declares, leaning forward and giving Willow’s shoulders a squeeze until the little girl falls into a fit of giggles.

Elain gets up from the bed and gathers back up all the hair supplies to put away. While she does that, Willow changes into her pajamas. Elain helps her to clamber up into the bed, pulling back the blankets and tucking her back in. Willow gets comfortable, gathering up all her stuffed animals into her arms as she snuggles in.

“Would you and your friends like a bedtime story?” Elain asks, running a soothing hand through Willow’s hair.

“Yes, please. I have all my storybooks on that shelf over there.”

“Oh, don’t you worry. I know plenty of stories.”

Willow scoots over in offering, so Elain slides into the bed beside the little girl. She curls her arm around Willow’s shoulders, and Willow cuddles in close, resting her head on Elain’s collarbone and peering up at her with wide, excited eyes.

“Now, I have this chipmunk friend named Pip…”

By the time Elain finishes her story, Willow is fast asleep, little puffs of breath tumbling past her lips as she lay curled up against Elain. Elain smiles softly at the sight, her heart practically ballooning in her chest. Carefully, Elain raises herself from the bed, gently guiding Willow down so she’s laying against the pillows. She tucks one of the stuffed animals back into Willow’s arms, and slowly backs away from the bed, keeping her steps light and quiet so as to not wake the little girl.

When she’s sure she’s finally in the clear, Elain turns back around only to come face to face with Lucien. He’s leaning casually against the door jamb, arms folded neatly across his chest, and those russet eyes already pinned on Elain. His smile is fond, but when Elain jumps slightly at seeing him there, that smile morphs into a smirk. Just that small expression sends Elain’s heart skittering and squeezing, and she raises her chin stubbornly, strolling right past Lucien and out of the room.

“That was a nice story that you told her,” Lucien says, closing the door to Willow’s bedroom.

“Yes, Pip does have some fun adventures,” Elain agrees, stepping into the living room and the bed that’s become hers on the sofa.

“You know, I was thinking…” Lucien begins, following behind Elain. “I could help you if you want. Find a job. Find a place to stay. Get you back on your feet.”

“That’s very kind of you, Lucien, but it’s not necessary. Cassian is going to come for me, and then we’re going to go back to Andalasia.”

“I know what it’s like to be disappointed. I told you about Jesminda earlier. You don’t have to keep putting on this front.”

“I’m not putting on a front,” Elain argues, crossing her arms across her chest and stepping closer to Lucien. “Cassian is coming for me.”

“And what if he doesn’t?”

He says the words with such kindness, such genuine concern, but all it does is have heat flaring through Elain’s veins like molten lava. It sends her heartbeat thundering in her chest, fingers curling into her palm until her fists are clenched. It’s certainly a new feeling swirling away in Elain’s gut, but she grasps onto it with two hands.

“He is coming.”

“I don’t think he is, Elain. No.”

“No?” Elain snaps, her voice raising in volume. “Is that the only word that you know? No?”

“No, I just—”

“There it is again,” Elain cuts him off, shoving at Lucien’s chest until he stumbles back a step. “All this negativity. All this no, he’s not coming. All this no, over and over again.”

“Elain—”

“Gods, it just makes me so… so… sometimes, you just make me so…”

“I make you so what?”

“Angry!”

The word hangs in the air, in the space and the time between them. It feels strange putting a word to the feeling crashing through Elain. Stranger still for it to be an emotion she’s so unfamiliar with. And yet, at the same time, it’s exhilarating.

Before Elain knows it, she’s laughing. She can’t help it. She tries to press her hand to her mouth, to stifle the sound, but there’s no stopping it. No stopping her excitement at feeling angry. Soon, Lucien is laughing with her, that deep melodic sound of his. Elain clutches at Lucien’s tee and laughs and laughs until her sides start to feel sore, until tears of joy begin to prickle at the corners of her eyes.

It’s only when Elain finally stops laughing that she realizes just how close she and Lucien are standing. Practically toe to toe, and close enough that every breath has their chests brushing together. Close enough that Elain has to tilt her head back to keep his gaze.

Of course, his eyes are already on her, an emotion that Elain can’t quite put her finger on swirling and burning amongst that russet color. It has a shiver raking its way up her spine, a quiet gasp falling past her lips. The sound has Lucien’s eyes dipping down to her lips, and almost instinctively, Elain leans forward still, presses up onto her toes.

Suddenly, the moment feels like something more, feels precarious. Suddenly, Elain feels like she’s standing on the edge of a cliff, like she’s standing back at that wishing well about to tumble down head first. But this time, Elain doesn’t feel scared. In fact, this time, Elain wants to jump, a voice in the back of her mind goading her, whispering at her to leap leap leap. It promises safety beneath, promises strong arms and a net of golden thread waiting below.

A second passes. Two. And then Lucien steps away from her, the moment shattering around them like broken glass. Lucien clears his throat, pushing a hand up and through his hair and keeping his eyes on anything but Elain.

“Lucien…” Elain starts quietly, unable to find the words to finish the thought, but it doesn’t matter because Lucien is already turning away from her.

“Goodnight, Elain.”

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alicehattera03 · 7 months

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Alice you're the only person I've been able to find who enjoys athykiel as much as I do that's why I wanted to ask if you have any headcanons for ijekiel like his routine, tastes, anything.

This is such...this is SUCH A GOOD ASK O M G hello fellow athykieler!!! <333 Welcome to my headcanons~!! (Along with some Athykiel!!) ^^ I do hope you see this when I post it and I hope you like them as much as I enjoyed writing them!!! 🥰

Routine-wise, he'd be meticulous as he had been brought up as such. Having a cup of tea in the morning while reading a book or two, learning head-of-the-house duties as the heir, learning royal etiquette on the side partially because his father wants him to become Emperor consort but also because Ijekiel himself wants to be Athy's husband.

He would drink black tea/earl grey tea in public spaces but really he likes to indulge in slightly sweeter teas like Roobios or Osmanthus.

His favorite food could possibly be vanilla or strawberry desserts in contrast to Athy's chocolate loving soul. (How perfect that her husband doesn't share her taste so she can have it all for herself!)

I think of him as a hot bath at night, cold shower in the morning type of person.

His taste has always been someone intelligent, someone more free since he was never allowed to be more open with his feelings as a duke's heir. Someone as bright as the sun, but someone who could also be as dark as the moon when they needed to be. Someone who could wield power that would swallow all others, but could be benevolent and caring and kind. Someone like... Princess Athanasia.

He's probably tried on a robe like Claude's just to see why his majesty always wore one and instantly got embarrassed seeing himself in the mirror. (turning red all the way up to his ears would be so cute!!)

It's canon that he went back to the meadow- where they first met- a lot, every time he came back from the academy and I headcanon that he picked up the feathers that fell off from her dress that day and placed them between the pages of a book along with a flower each time he visits.

He feels a bit bare if his collar is unbuttoned more than one but oftentimes meetings are too long, or too many people trying to get in his good graces are getting on his nerves and he just has to get away from all that.

He got mad at his father when he came back that day and said Ijekiel wouldn't be Princess Athanasia's playmate. It was the first time ever since he was very young that he had gotten mad and shown it to his father so outwardly that Roger got very surprised and wasn't able to pay attention to J for a couple of days. Ijekiel would have balled up his fists and being all surly, "I wish I didn't look like you. The reason her highness didn't want me was because I look like you. If I looked like mother, this wouldn't have happened. It's your fault I can't be next to her highness!" and stormed out, locking himself in his room for a week or two. (painful!!!)

He has a fondness for animals, particularly ones with wings(because it reminds him of how he mistook Athy as an angel when they first met with her falling out of the sky) but he has vague memories of asking his father if they could take care of a puppy he had found but his father tells him it's too boisterous and would scare J- Ijekiel never really found the heart to care for her much after that.

He has a drawer dedicated to gifts he has never given(or possibly planning!) to give Athy, because something always catches his eye when he goes out- perhaps a sparkling blue brooch or earrings shaped like flowers. One time, J mistakes a gift for hers as Ijekiel hadn't put it into the drawer yet and she opens it. A beautiful parasol. He snatches it away from her and coldly snaps it in half before handing it to the butler to burn.

He would like to take a small boat out onto the lake with Athy, pointing out the geese that have their heads pointed towards each other in the shape of a heart, or the way a fish leaps out of the water and splashes the both of them as they laugh.

He didn't need much motivation to study when he was young, he just enjoyed how the knowledge he knew grew larger each time he read new books and he wanted to learn new things. He went through teachers like clothes and by the time he went to the academy and came back, "There was nothing left for us to teach him."

He doesn't particularly like horse-riding, he only does it sometimes because Athy finds him handsome when he does, calling him a "Prince on a white horse".

He likes being dressed up and having Athy choose his clothes for him, it makes his heart skip a beat more than once when he catches her looking at him with unspoken words that he knew all too well because he feels the same.

He doesn't really like Obelia's hot weather, he would ideally like to live in a climate that is right in the middle between hot and cold, a perpetual Autumn-like country that has short summers.

He enjoys live orchestra but when he's tired, he does fall asleep when at a concert and wakes up to applause, Athy laughing beside him. "You could have told me you were tired tonight. I wouldn't have said anything." And he would kiss the back of her hand, leaning onto her shoulder as he holds it tight. "I didn't want you to go without me, who else would be next to you- you know I get jealous of your guards when you spend more time with them than me." She would laugh and press a chaste kiss to his temple, fingers carding through his hair. "You're the only one I love."

#sbapod #sibapod #wmmap #who made me a princess athanasia #ijekiel alpheus #wmmap ijekiel #isbapod #who made me a princess #suddenly i became a princess #suddenly became a princess one day #athykiel #wmmap athykiel

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thefirstdirector · 2 years

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I guess I'm into bad boys...

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Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Soft and simple stuff

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There were weeks like this that the all powerful Y/N enjoyed. The sound of rain pouring out outside made him feel warm inside and peaceful. It was cold outside, very cold. But inside it was warm enough for Y/N to sport some bootyshorts and a long shirt, gifted from Thor.

With a sigh, he begins to make himself some tea. He has been very domestic lately, even doing house chores of other avengers while they were on missions or trips.

Y/N was gifted with powers that would overwhelm anyone and anything, and after a few years he decided to take a break from going over the top with his abilities, and since then he has been way better. To be observing the universe, to be feeling every single thing breathe and live was taking a tole on his mind, so living that domestic and simple life was quite relaxing and a pleasure.

Lost in his thoughts he didnt realize the Avengers had arrived, and soon enough Wanda, Nat and Bucky appear in the kitchen looking exhausted. It was Bucky's groaning while taking a seat that made him aware that they arrived, and Y/N, fully in love with this man, just looks back at him with a big soft smile.

-...So how was the mission?

-It was good, we came back with what we needed and Clint was a dumbass...as always.

-I HEARD THAT!!

You and Wanda, chuckled at his comment while Natasha was pouring herself and Wanda a cup of tea.

-Bucky, you want something?

Nat asked, but he didnt hear. What he heard was Y/N sitting next to him, while rubbing circles on his back. He only let a little whimper of satisfaction. Y/N giggled at how cute he was being.

-He doesn't want tea, he wants a bed and some sleep.

Bucky chuckled and rose his head, looking at Y/N. He had a puzzled face.

-How...How did you know?

-It's not because i can read minds, i just can tell from your body language and those bags.

-My body language uh?....You checking me out?

-You wish dork. No, but seriously go take a rest.

-Nooo, i need to take a shower first and then i don't wanna rest aloone.

He was looking at you with those puppy eyes and that little pout that madr you snort.. Even when he looks tired he still looks like the most amazing human who has graced this earth.

-Poor baby, he seems to be soooo grumpy. What? You want me to tell you a nighttime story? Even as rough looking as you are, you sound like such a baby sometimes.

Y/N got up after ruffling Bucky's hair. And to be honest, Bucky loved feeling Y/N hand's in his hair, back, arms, and who knows. After some casual conversations and other Avengers popping once in awhile, it became clear for some that Bucky and Y/N were unbearable to hear. They sounded and acted like a couple but weren't. And so, Nat carefully asked people on the kitched what's their type.

-Synthezoid, red, can phase trough stuff...you know....normal stuff.

Wanda was the first to spew it out.

-What about you Y/N?

-Brunette...Usually a little bit older, is seen wearing mostly black leather jackets, and eventhough for some he has a bad reputation i still find that he is as perfect as a greek god. But i also like a men with some insatiable habits. I just know that he was onto me, and i barely could breathe.

Nat and Wanda just look at eachother, and Nat asks:

-So "bad boys?"

Y/N looks attentive at Nat and says:

-Yes.

...

Later, when Bucky and Y/N were alone in the kitchen, Bucky got closer to the other boy.

-So...bad boys?

-Yes sir. And i have met one,...

Bucky gulped and looked puzzled.

-Really?

-yes really.

-Alright.

-What? You jealous? I don't think its reasonable for you to be jealous of yourself.

-yes i guess...wait what?

Bucky looks puzzled sporting a pink tint in his cheeks while Y/N blows him a kiss and goes to his room.

-You come back here!

Y/N giggles as Bucky follows him to his room.

#bucky x male reader #marvel x male reader #sebastian stan x male reader #bucky x you

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ginjones · 1 year

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I wrote you a silly little thing *kisses*

Now with an audio version narrated by silly little me

If there was one thing Robert Gadling prided himself on it was his stalwart patronage to positivity. When others fell at the first hurdle he was there with an encouraging word, a pat on the shoulder or some sage advice to offer the crestfallen. In his 600 years of immortal living, he had learnt the importance of keeping a positive mental attitude and had trained himself over the years to have it in spades.

So, when the opportunity to guest lecture at Glasgow Caledonian University had come up, he’d jumped at the chance. As with all things in the administrative nightmare that was academia, the request had come in at the last possible moment. Sure; there was little time to prepare, but if he caught the 6.07am train from Kings Cross the next morning, he’d have enough time to write up notes on the journey, sightsee, sample some shortbread and be there in time to lecture at 2pm. Perfect.

The first snag to his unbreakably resolve came when the 6.07 was delayed, then delayed some more and then cancelled altogether due to Industrial Action. No bother. At least the flashing digital sign had been kind enough to Apologise for the Inconvenience. Hob would just catch the next train and he’d still manage to arrive on time. He might need to forgo the sightseeing, but that was no big issue; he was there in a work capacity after all!

By the time he managed to squeeze himself onto the 7.37 train, crammed with the usual businessmen, arty types and teenagers taking up all the available space in the gangway he was, not angry of course (not angry at all!) but maybe a little frustrated. Tea! That would solve this transient mood. A nice cup of tea from the train trolley and shortbread too! Or a Tunnock’s teacake. He’d heard those were good. Cradling his laptop bag between his knees and leaning back into the cold, scratchy headrest of his seat, Hob sighed and waited patiently for the intercom to announce when the trolley service would be available.

The announcement never came. To top that off, the only available seat he’d managed to commandeer was next to the train toilet. If the acrid smell omitting from it was anything to go by, Hob was pretty sure it hadn’t been cleaned in weeks. For the next 5 hours Hob sat in stoic silence trying to conjure up images of summer meadows and soothing oceans. The kind of meditative scenes the narrator of his mindfulness app would have been describing if he hadn’t forgotten to grab his headphones from the nightstand in his dash to leave the house at 5am.

By the time the train rolled into Glasgow Queens Street station at 13.01 Hob was thirsty, starving, sore and, again, not angry per se but a tad more irritated. Just a tad. He had 59 minutes to find his way through a city he didn’t know and then everything would be alright. He hadn’t had the emotional or mental fortitude to write up any notes on the journey, but he could wing it. He knew the plotted history of iconoclasm at Dunfermline Abbey like the back of his hand and if he forgot a few key details here and there; well. Wasn’t that what further reading was for?

Heading out into the blustering afternoon of a Scottish autumn, the heaven’s opened in a torrential downpour. Okay; his umbrella had decided to take this opportune moment to collapse in on itself rendering it completely useless but what kind of Englishman would he be if he couldn’t cope with a bit of rain? And sure; the gale force wind was certainly a bracing addition to the climatic package, but it was part of the experience! Glasgow! Scotland’s second city! Full of gorgeous Georgian architecture, braw weans, culture, poetry; those Tunnock’s teacakes he’d heard so much about!

Glasgow; In…November. In the middle of a recession. With 1.5 million dour Scots bracing themselves against the nip of the wind and casting their eyes downwards with scowls of discontent. Glasgow: its rain smeared stone streets the colour of pigeon shit; the rubbish piled high in the streets after another industrial strike from its hardworking bin men. Hob’s ever-present positivity stuttered in a string of expletives. “Jesus fucking Christ on a cross!”, he muttered, wishing he still smoked and seriously contemplating buying a pack, just to have one. He’d blend in more with the thick plumes rising from half a dozen mouths in his general vicinity. But no. Onwards and upwards! All he had to do was find the underground station and he’d be inside the warmth of a lecture theatre in no time.

After 20 painstaking minutes of wondering the rain soaked streets, Hob finally found the entrance to the underground labyrinth and descended the cold stones steps; expertly placating the drunken ramblings of a minotaur or two. As long as he managed to get on the underground train in like… 2 minutes or so he might just about make the lecture by the skin of his teeth. As he spotted the ticket machine and made his way towards it, he felt the warm glow of achievement and felt safe in the knowledge that positivity would always win out.

“Machines broke. You’ll hof tae pay wi’ cash.” Hob eyes jolted up to find the owner of the brusque voice leering over him like a demon from Dante’s 7th circle of Hell.

“I’m sorry?” Hob replied, staring into the beasts, humourless eyes.

“If you’re no gonnae pay wi’ cash you’re gonnae hof tae find a cash machine.” Hob may have traversed the wild lands of British vernacular for centuries, but this accent was; well. This accent was something else.

Glancing defeatedly at his watch which now read 13.49, Hob finally surrendered to the bleak wave of despondency that broke over his last speck of resolve and went to find a quiet corner to curl up and die in.

Every part of his being was a sodden mess. His shoes felt like wet cardboard and made a gratingly comical squelch with every step he took. It had become ridiculously apparent that he would need to phone the University to explain the situation and even if they were willing to accept that he would be 45 minutes late, he didn’t want to let the students down like that. It was the bloody principle of the thing! Then, with a luminescent frisson of ingenuity Hob realised he had one last ditch attempt to make.

“Dream!” He whispered into the cold expanse of stone amid the distant rumbling of trains gliding through the underworld of the city. “I need you to…do the thing with the sand! The teleportation thing!” No response. Hob let out a resounding, desperate sigh and tried again. “Morpheus, Oneiros! Love, please! I need you to…”

“Hob?” Dream, appearing suddenly like a cool gust of pearlescent light, looked down on Hob curiously then veered around slowly to take in his surroundings. “Why are you crouching in St Enoch’s station in Glasgow?”

“Because I’m guest lecturing a class at…. look!” Hob fumbled, rising to greet his perplexed Husband who had all the countenance of a bemused but rather lovely looking deer. “Can you take me to Glasgow Caledonian University now please? Room 515? I have exactly three minutes to enter a lecture theatre and be a spectacular guest speaker and inspiring pedagogue!”

Dream huffed and raised an immaculate eyebrow in his direction. “You are…wet.”

“Yes Dream, it’s called rain. Will you please help your poor, sodden Husband do his job?!”

With the last remaining minutes ticking by, Dream moved delicately towards him and placed strong arms around his waist. With a soft little smile, that spoke in a complex tapestry of fondness, love and princely amusement, Dream lifted a deft hand and sprinkled motes of star-blushed sand which coiled, fluid and flush across their bodies. In a mesmeric instant they had alighted at Room 515; their silent journey reaching the attentions of no one. To top it all, Hob found his clothes had miraculously dried in the process. Funny that.

“Thank you, love.” Hob said breathlessly, placing a kiss to the corner of Dream’s perfect lips then checking his watch. “One minute to spare! You are a marvel, you are exulted! I’ll make it up to you; promise!”

“You had better,” Dream replied, a cavalier expression forming in the upturn of his lips. “I expect a boon to be paid in kind.”

“Yes, anything you want, Dove!” Hob replied absently, making for the door handle before turning around for a brief moment. “Wish me luck!”

“Good luck, my Husband. Although, I sense you will not need it.”

As Hob entered a Scottish lecture hall at exactly 2pm on a rainy Tuesday and was greeted by a room filled with bright, enthusiastic, and inquisitive faces he remembered an important lesson of his own.

There is nothing more positive a thing you can do than ask for help when you need it.

#dreamling fic #dream x hob #dream/hob gadling #dream/hob #the sandman fanfic #the sandman fic #hob goes to Glasgow and he gets wet #hob gadling #dream of the endless #podfic #storytelling #audio #SoundCloud

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ejzah · 1 year

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The Other Shoe, Part 8

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Deeks spent a day in the hospital to get his potassium and other numbers stable, and make sure they stayed at an acceptable level, before being released home. With his latest hospital stay came a whole new set of care instructions and semi-weekly appointments for potassium infusions. Deeks wasn’t exactly thrilled to find out he’d be spending even more time at the kidney care center.

He stared out the window now as Kensi drove him in for his appointment. On the surface, he’d been calm all morning, keeping any

negative reactions at bay. The only signs of his true thoughts were the staccato tapping of his fingers against his thighs and the tension in his jaw.

Overall, he looked infinitely better than three days ago in the hospital. His skin wasn’t gray (just pale) anymore, the darker shadows beneath his eyes had faded some, and he didn’t seem quite so weak.

“You know, I don’t mind staying with you,” she offered. Despite her objections, after the first few sessions, he’d insisted on Kensi going home or to work after drilling him off. “Since this will be a longer one.”

“Eh, I’ll be fine,” Deeks said with a stiff shrug. Absentmindedly, he twisted his forefinger and thumb around either wrist, wincing slightly. Kensi pulled eyes back to the road, very purposely not watching his movements. He found the muscle fatigue and aches particularly humiliating.

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Martin Deeks?” she asked, deciding to go the route of teasing instead of admitting she was a little worried about leaving him alone. He insisted he felt fine, well fine for his new baseline, but the thought of him passing was a new constant fear.

“No. I’m trying to save you from an afternoon of boredom. I’ll probably sleep most of the time, anyway, and I’ve got my book, work, and snacks if I don’t.”

He reached across the consul, squeezing her hand, his fingers a familiar and reassuring pressure against hers. He winked at her, offering a playful smile that had her grinning back despite the conversation.

She took their designated exit, arriving at the frenesic center a few minutes later. Deeks grabbed his messenger bag with his supplies as she pulled up in front of the entrance, zipping up his hoodie even though it wasn’t particularly chilly out today.

“I’ll call if anything goes wrong,” he promised, leaning over to kiss her. Kensi cupped his cheek, extending it for several seconds until someone behind them honked. Deeks pulled back with a wistful glint in his eyes. “See you later.”

“See you,” Kensi murmured. She watched him go, blinking against a sudden stinging behind her eyes.

***

When Kensi onto their street 45 minutes later, there was a blue beetle she didn’t recognize parked in the driveway. Its owner became apparent as she parked alongside the beetle, and saw Nell sitting on the front porch. She hopped up, tucking a blue encased tablet into her shoulder bag, waving as she hurried over to hug Kensi.

“Nell, what are you doing here?” Kensi asked, even as she squeezed the younger woman tight.

“Uh, like I was going to leave you to read the HLA Typing results all on your own,” Nell replied, putting her arm around Kensi’s waist and guiding her towards the front door. “Eric would have come too, but he had to take a business call.”

Kensi suppressed a sigh; she’d seen a notification in Deeks’ online medical chart the day after he collapsed, but hadn’t told anyone besides Nell.

“The only reason I didn’t tell Deeks yet is because I don’t think he needs the added stress.” She unlocked the door, making a beeline for the kitchen. She needed something calming to drink. A beer sounded perfect right now, but she didn’t want to get in the habit of managing her stress with alcohol. Instead, Kensi started brewing two cups of peach tea.

“Riiiight,” Nell drawled from behind her, leaning her back against the opposite counter. “You know how Deeks feels about a transplant from one of us. I love the man like a brother, but damn the man is stubborn.”

“Tell me about it,” Kensi muttered in agreement. Said stubbornness was one of the aspects that made Deeks such a good investigator and man. It also turned out to be a thoroughly frustrating trait when it came to situations like this.

“Which is why you need to find out the results now so you have enough time to plan how to manage Deeks’ reaction.”

Kensi heaved a sigh, handing Nell one of the steaming mugs. She led them back out to the couch, sitting cross-legged while Nell tucked her tights-covered legs beneath her.

“We’re supposed to wait to discuss this with Deeks’ doctor.” Despite her protest, Kensi felt her resolve wavering.

“Then why would they send them to his account?” Seeing Kensi was about to speak, Nell forged ahead, holding up a purple tipped finger. “Kensi, if Deeks is annoyed that you checked before him, it won’t matter in the end. All that does matter is that he lives a long and healthy life.”

Nell was right. Closing her eyes, Kensi set her tea to the side and grabbed her laptop off the coffee table. “Ok.” She opened the lid, typing in her user password. Nell gave an encouraging nod. “But you cannot tell anyone else about this for now.”

“Understood. Now check the damn tests already!” Nell said, getting Kensi to crack a tiny smile.

Shaking her head, Kensi logged into Deeks’ medical account and pulled up the newest reports. “There’s only three,” Kensi murmured, opening each one and scrolling until she found the bolded results at the bottom. After a minute, she closed the laptop and sat back, pressing covering her mouth with her hand as tears flooded her eyes.

“Kensi?”

“None of them are a match,” Kensi whispered, completely devastated.

“None?” Nell repeated, grabbing the laptop and opening it again while Kensi grabbed a Kleenex. “Not even a partial?”

“Mine was,” Kensi said, which somehow felt ironically cruel and worse than if she’d been a complete mismatch. “Not enough to be a viable match though.” A fresh wave of tears filled her eyes and her throat tightened.

“Oh Kens.” Scooting closer, Nell wrapped her arms around Kensi’s shoulders. “Hey, those are only your, Rountree, and Callen’s results. There’s still hope we’ll find a match from the team. Plus, Deeks is already on the national donor list and I found a couple specialists who are doing promising experimental treatments.”

“Thanks, Nell.”

“Of course. We got this, lady.”

Kensi chuckled wetly, pressing her damp face into Nell’s shoulder.

“God, I need something stronger than tea,” she said.

“Triple scoops of brownie craze it is,” Nell decided, squeezing Kensi one extra time before she let go. “I’ll grab my keys.”

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A/N: I don’t know if lab results like these would be available in an online chart like this since another person is involved. Feels like it might be a HIPPA violation of some sort, but as usual, we’re going to let that slide in the interest of the story.

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #nell jones #angst #sick fic #Deeks whump #worried Kensi #supportive Nell #the other shoe #part 8 #au #ejzah fanfiction

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albeckett · 2 months

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T break discussion under the cut since reading boring weed guy talk isn't everyone's cup of tea

ok so im done with my T break after tonight yippeeeeeee! notes below:

very glad i did it, i needed a reset extremely badly. moreso an emotional one than a physical one, but i did have a bit of trouble getting to sleep the first week (i also happened to be sick the first week, so nyquil helped w this LMFAO)

emotionally i feel waaaaaayyyy better, and i do think not smoking got me to reevaluate a LOT of stuff. i was able to start some healthy habits, and instead of using weed as my reward, i've gotten used to just enjoying the accomplishments as they are

i'm still not perfect re: rewards, though. i don't think i necessarily have addictive tendencies, but i am also like, a guy who needs (or feels like they need) a daily little treat. i dunno if i've resolved that yet, or even if it should be resolved, because i feel like i'm super high-performing otherwise? but is that just handwaving myself into Daily Treatdom? i'm not sure. i do think i'm capable of better moderating my Little Treats now, but i haven't resolved the question of whether one should exist.

speaking of moderation, i plan on just smoking weed friday-saturday-sunday now. i got a timed lockbox and everything 🫣🫣🫣 we will see how it goes. i think at least breaking the daily smoking cycle is a plus

did i fail? WELL uhhh lowkey i did kind of fuck up ~20 days in by smoking CBD* that technically wasn't weed but did still get me slightly high. so i would recommend being very careful about that. do i consider it a failure? personally, not really, since i learned valuable lessons for the future, it was a very mild high, and (most importantly) i continued on with the break afterward.

on the plus side, i think smoking CBD with no THC is kind of based? like it actually does make me calmer without giving me high-brain, and i think it'll be really helpful when i take another break or if i feel very anxious. i also plan to start mixing it with regular THC. in my opinion, if properly regulated, it's ok to use during a T break

continuing off the previous point, i feel like this break helped me realize that you really don't need to get fucked up and pick the slurpiest gurpiest stuff with the highest THC percentage! it's kind of bad, actually! like, then you're just chasing the previous high and you get caught up in this cycle... just enjoy your time, enjoy your high. i can't believe it took me this long to realize that

ok i'm getting tired of examining my neuroses so that's about all i got. don't do drugs kids

* specifically i smoked type 2 CBD; type 3 CBD will probably not get you high unless you smoke a disgusting amount of it, but type 2 has enough THC** to mildly affect you, if your tolerance is practically zero (as mine was at that point.) yes there are different types, and yes, you can smoke CBD, which is more or less hemp, but don't worry, people get just as annoying about it as regular weed ** technically THCA-A, which is converted to THC when smoked. something something federally legal something 2018 farm bill

#ennisposting

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alt0writings · 5 months

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God's coffee break

Fandom: supernatural

Notes: enjoy :) also I am so sorry this came out so late more notes at the bottom

Chuck was writing on the library table in the bunker. It had been multiple days since he last ate or had a cup of coffee. Now he is god so he doesn’t need those things but this can not be healthy.

I sigh and pull out my wallet and start checking how much money I have, I grab two 20’s and put my wallet away. I started walking towards the library after about 3 minutes I was standing in front of him.

“Come on chuck, we are going to saint rozes” I tap on the top of his computer to get his attention. His reading glasses were resetting slightly down on the bridge of his nose, he kind of looked like a librarian.

He stared up at me in between his glasses and eyebrows, kind of like a librarian would when reading an interesting book.

"Why? Where are we going?" He questioned, pausing his typing and fast paced hands.

I roll my eyes and laugh "trust me, just come on!" I turn around and beckon him to follow. He sighs and stands up "alright alright I am coming" he rolls his eyes.

Both me and him walk into the garage and take my car, a dark almost black blue chevy camaro (or what ever car you want.)

I smile "my pretty baby right here" I gestured to my car. Chuck shook his head "you are odd like dean, I swear you are twins" he opened the passenger door and got in.

I scoffed and opened the driver door and got in. I turned the key in the ignition and the car roared to life making chuck jump. I laugh and start pulling out of the garage,

After a while on the road with the sun beating down on us from the open windows we pulled up.

I pulled into a parking spot and stopped. "Now come on you need a break and this is the perfect place to do it."

When me and chuck step into the main door we are met with a light coffee and pound cake. I smile and wave at Mrs. Mayle, she waves back and goes back to rolling dough. I drag chuck to an empty booth and we both sit down.

I look at the menu, wondering what I should get. I decided to get a tea and a bowl of chocolate granola balls. "So what do you plan on getting? I said while putting my menu down." He shrugged and said "probably just a cream barna" I nod those are really good.

After a while we got our food and just lived in the moment. He needed a break and hopefully he got the most of it.

I have been sick all day but I tried to work fast so I hope it turned out right.

I made up the food lol

#supernatural #coffee #chuck shurley

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I finally finished the playlist!!! 😭

^^^ that’s the link for it btw lol ^^^

It took way more days than it should have but! It’s done and I can finally share it!!!

Under the read more I’m putting how each song fits for their story thing, like why I chose it and stuff. You can just listen to the playlist on its own of course BUT I’d really appreciate if you gave the descriptions a read, I spent a long time on this as I’m sure you’ve noticed 😭 also, it’s fucking LONG so uh!! Rip your dash I’m so sorry 😭

I’ve color coded the song titles so it’ll be easier to tell which song goes with who, Felix is pink and Mason is orange. Some of the songs have to do with both and I’ll color them accordingly :>

Oh and one more thing, some of these songs/descriptions go over abusive relationships, negative thoughts about oneself, misgendering, drug/medication abuse, violence, murder, suicidal thoughts, and sex, so if none of that is really your cup of tea than I suggest you tread lightly!

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Why be normal when I could just be neurodivergent and sad?

1. “Sugarcoat” : Felix is an autistic trans girl, though nobody that knows her knows that. To them she’ll always be the nice young man with all A’s that seemingly everyone gets along with, and that’s all they will ever know if she can help it.

2. “Alien Blues” : Mason is the type to say whatever is on his mind, whether the outcome of that is good...depends. The people that like him like him, and the people that hate him do so with a burning passion. Having ADHD is hard on its own, pair that with issues stemming from bouncing between foster homes that think he’s a nuisance and you’ve got yourself Mason!

AGH HELP IM...FEELING THINGS?!? 💘

3. “Lookin’ for a Love” : He’s seen how love looks before, lovers gazing into each other’s eyes and holding each other close. Oh how he longs for that! Maybe one day he’ll get to experience that too, his only fear is scaring his only chance at love away...

4. “Love is Gross” : She caught a glimpse of him one day, he had this big goofy smile as he made a fool of himself to his friends. He’s so...sparkly, how could she have never seen him before? Or, maybe she had but just didn’t really pay attention until now. Why does she keep staring? He’s so loud...and so himself...does she want to be like him or does she want to be with him?

5. “Someday (The Crush Song) : “I must tell him how I feel! He’s so great and he’s so cute! Yes, I’ll do it today! Actually no, maybe tomorrow, yes! Tomorrow I’ll tell him! Wait no, I have something that day...the day after then! Yes, wait, no-“

6. “Accidental Thoughts” : (this is their first real meeting! Awh!) “He’s so pretty up close...his eyes are purple and beautiful and his skin is so pink and smooth and perfect...he hasn’t told me to shut up yet, that’s a good sign yeah! Maybe he’ll want to be my friend...I really wanna hold his hand... he doesn’t really talk a lot, I don’t want to scare him...”

Where have you been all my life...

7. “Fading / Falling” : They had been friends for some time by now. One day Felix got asked by Mason to be his boyfriend, the answer to that was no...but she’d love to be his girlfriend! Felix didn’t think she could fall any harder, but everything about that sparkly boy makes her look forward to seeing the next morning

8. “Dear Irene” : He’s so happy with her... she’s better than every girl in the movies, really, truly. He can already see the life he’ll live with her, and he’d have it no other way!

9. “We’ll Never Have Sex” : She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t afraid of his love being fake... who could love someone like...her? But the way he talks about her... he says everything on his mind, and everything out of his mouth is so genuine and sweet, and their first kiss leaves her breathless. And he’s never asked or pressured her for more than what she’s comfortable with... how is she so lucky?

10. “Lavender gardens” : They finally went on their first real date, and immediately got lost. They’re trying their best to make light of it all though, Felix talks about what flowers she wants to grow in her hypothetical garden, and Mason can only think about how beautiful her lavender eyes are...

11. “Smitten With You” : (this song has some explicitly stated sex things just FYI lol) Felix REALLY wants to do things with Mason, but she’s just too nervous to ask him... maybe one day she’ll get the courage, but for now all she can do is daydream about it

12. “Heaven” : (this song has implied sex things in some lines, but other than that it’s fine) Bit tmi but they’re finally able to have their intimate moment together like they’ve both dreamed. It’s not what most would consider the best experience, but they’ve got their whole lives to do better. For now though, it’s perfect

13. “She Loves Cats and I Love Her” : He loves her so much, and she loves him, but she’s having trouble loving herself lately. He noticed when those thoughts of hers started, how could he not? He doesn’t understand when she has trouble believing the compliments he gives her, she’s perfect! How could she think otherwise? He notices one day how some other students have begun picking on her, is it because she’s with him? Why should that matter? She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way! Why does her loving him make her less than? And why do people keep taking out their hatred of him on her?

14. “Ugly” : She was late meeting up with him one day, that horrible day, so he went to look for her. He was horrified to find her beaten to a pulp, getting thrown into the bushes by a group of assholes. He was able to chase them off, he probably would have tried fighting them all himself if it weren’t for Felix being hurt there. She was humiliated more than anything, thinking only, “He shouldn’t have seen me like this...” She cried a lot, begging to be taken home, home of course being the abandoned house they’ve made their safe space. He wanted to treat her wounds, but she refused to show him. He could barely get her to open up about what had happened, and he only got more pissed after hearing everything. Without hesitation, he told her, “Just say the word, and I’ll make them regret what they did to you”

“...I want them dead”

Embrace the new you, it’s the true you 🩸

15. “Original Sin” : When she said she wanted them dead, she didn’t entirely mean ACTUALLY dead. Still though, seeing those kids bound and gagged made her heart race. “They deserve this” she thought. The way they looked at her awoke something... dark within her “Theres no reason for them to exist in this world” her mind was already made, they needed to be eliminated. She grabbed the axe Mason prepared for her like second nature, it was lightweight, but she knew she could make it hurt “Let’s see how you like it!!”

16. “Serve With a Smile” : The first time wasn’t entirely planned or executed very well. The next few times however, will be. She spends a decent amount of time over the next couple months planning how to take out others that’ve wronged her and her love. She will make them pay, and if she’s planned well enough, nobody will ever even notice her and Mason were involved at all...

17. “Killer” : Felix had started posting videos online showcasing her creative talents and curated personality. She actually started growing a decent following from it, and it makes her, happy? She really doesn’t care too much about it right now though, what she really looks forward to are the faces of those who thought they could get away with their misdeeds. Oh the shock and fear on their faces give her such ecstasy! She gets excited at the thought of her baby taking those people down, she knows he’ll give them what they deserve

18. “Mr. Happy” : Mason takes on his role in Felix’s schemes with pride, he even tries his best at teaching their newest additions about their lives and their mission! He’s gotten bigger over the last few months too, Felix convinced him to start working out and take “medicine” to help make him stronger. He does this without question, why would he question her? He trusts Felix with his life, and if you’re questioning her intentions then maybe he should make you disappear too...

19. “Vendetta” : It’s been a little over a year since they began this new chapter of their lives together. All of those kids are long gone at this point, and they’ve since shifted their focus to others that are less than good. Things get rocky between them sometimes, Felix is very set on her ideas and Mason keeps trying to do his own thing, but they always make up afterwards!

20. “Psycho Killer” : Felix is so on edge lately, is it from her growing internet popularity or is the stress of killing getting to her? She’s gotten so snippy at Mason too, getting annoyed at him blabbering on and on about seemingly nothing. She’s gotten more brutal with victims too, trying out new torture methods on them. But she still loves Mason... she still loves him...

21. “My Baby” : Mason notices the way his baby talks to him, like she’s annoyed at his existence. She gets on his ass every time he does something wrong, but that’s understandable! Of course she’d be upset, if he slips and they get caught they can’t be together anymore! He’s making excuses for her, he can’t get mad at her, he still loves her. Even when she tells him she has dreams about them both dying he doesn’t get scared, he has thoughts like that too! That just shows you how perfect they are for each other!! How much they love each other!!

THIS IS LOVE, THIS IS LOVE-!

22. “Don’t Mess With Me” : (there’s some sex hinting/mention here) It’s been two years already and Schadenfreude has let fame, fortune, and power get to her head. It’s rare to hear anything genuinely nice come out of her mouth, even more so to see a smile not tainted by manipulation and hate. She’s holding love above Mason’s head, like it’s something he needs to earn. She’s treating him like a tool, “If you do a good job, I’ll give you a reward~” She gives made up reasons for why everyone they kill now has to die, all she cares about is the drug like high she gets from their screams-!

23. “all I want is you” : Mace is so CLINGY and NEEDY. Every thought in his fucking head is about her. Even when she calls him names and gets him pissed, he can’t help but still love her. Even when she hits him he can’t get upset, her punches don’t really do anything. He has to force himself not to hit back, he really could hurt her and he doesn’t want that! There’s no point thinking about how they used to be, all that’ll do is get him pissed, and the only way to let of steam is slashing some poor bastards throat-!

24. “Love” : Three years now, three years of emotions and hurt and death. She’s begun to love hurting Mace too. Is there any shred left of the girl she used to be? The girl he loved? That dark look behind her eyes can’t really be her, can it? “Look how pathetic you are! Are you just that desperate? You want me THAT bad? HAHA-! Really, why don’t you do something helpful for once and MAYBE I’ll think about giving you what you want so fucking bad”

25. “This Is Love” : Mace is starting to yell and pick fights, and he’s looming over her now too. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants to hurt her, but it’s taking every fiber of his being not to. He’s clingy, obsessive, possessive. He doesn’t like seeing her around, but he hates seeing her leave. He goes off on his own to take out people he feels are too close to his baby, and Schadenfreude doesn’t seem to have noticed how close he is to boiling over...

26. “Meant to be Yours” : It all comes to a head one night. Mace declares that he knows how to fix all of the problems in their relationship, all he has to do is kill off everyone that took his baby from him! It may be well into the hundreds but he doesn’t care, if it wins her back he’ll kill thousands! Millions! Schadenfreude, obviously, was absolutely gobsmacked by this, “What the hell are you going on about now??” You can see the desperation on his face, “What?? This will FIX us!! If I do this, we can be us again!!” Mace’s body shadows Schadenfreude, she forgot just how, big he is. He moves towards her, “C’mon baby!! I know you still love me... even if you don’t anymore, I’d MAKE you!”

“What...?” She looks, scared. He moves closer, she steps back “What are ya doin’ baby...? I thought you loved me???” She looks for an escape, their “safe space” seems less safe in this moment, “what are you doin’?? You’re MINE!! You think you can just get me to fall for you and then RUN AWAY?!?” She runs when she sees him grab his axe, the same one he’s used to kill so many others, the same one they used to kill those that hurt them so long ago.

She knows this house by heart, she runs to the room with a working lock and shuts herself inside, Mace is already on the other side by the time she backs away. “FELIX-! Felix, baby... c’mon please, open the door please? I’ll be good, I don’t want to fight you...” you can hear the jostling of the knob and the creaking off the door start to get more aggressive, “If you don’t open this door, I’ll just have to fucking break it down!!”

True to his word he tore through the door with his axe like a knife through butter, only to find that... Schadenfreude isn’t there. She was able to squeeze herself through a window to escape, and she’s long gone by now. Mace doesn’t know where her new house is, and he doesn’t know what to do now that she’s gone. She was his EVERYTHING!!! How could she leave him?!? He can’t be alone!!! His emotions are too much to handle on his own...so he ends up taking the life of some poor souls that night to cope...

What have I done...?

27. “No More Shame, No More Fear, No More Dread” : That night was so cold, so...dark. You may not believe it but...it’s like a switch was flipped in her head. She’s horrified as she remembers all that she’s done...to herself... to others... to.....her love...! She weeps to herself, how could she have let herself get this bad? What happened?? She can’t blame anyone but herself, not the “man” claiming her only purpose was to cleanse the world, and she definitely can’t blame Mason. He may have tried to...kill her but, that’s only because she pushed him to that point... she’s made up her mind, she needs to make things right again

28. “Chamber of Reflection” : Felix and Mason haven’t seen each other for some time now. After their last fight, Felix has decided that they...needed to spend some time apart. She finally calls him one night and explains what they have to do now. She was a bit scared about making that call, what if he’s more angry than she left him? She was startled to find, however, that Mason was sad, and depressed more than anything. The “medicine” she had been giving him for so long were actually steroids, and suddenly going cold turkey left Mason with severe depression, amplified by being left alone...

29. “It’s Alright” : Mason is crying apologies over the phone, he feels terrible about everything he did! He tells her he’s a monster, he tells her he doesn’t want to wake up in the morning...

Felix shuts that down fast. She explains how he didn’t know what he was doing, he wasn’t himself, that everything bad he did was only brought on by her own selfish actions. It takes some time but, she’s finally able to convince him that there’s still good in him, and that they’ll both be able to become better

30. “Little Words” : It’s time for them to hang up, but Mason begs Felix to stay on. He whimpers over the speaker that he can’t make it by himself...he can’t live without her. She gets choked up, she can’t believe she’s hurt him so bad that he feels he needs her to live. She’s silent for a moment, then she asks if he’d like her to sing him to sleep? She never thought of herself as having a beautiful voice, but he loved hearing her sing anyways. He desperately wanted to hear her voice, he pressed his face against the speaker as close as the world would let him, and she tried her hardest not to let the tears in her eyes be heard through her singing.

Sometimes, it has to get worse before it can get better

31. “Heavy” : They were together for so long, not having him around hurts so bad. She knows this is what they need, though, they need to reflect and become better. That doesn’t make this separation any easier though...

32. “Mea Culpa” & 33. “For the First Time” : Mason is getting better, his thoughts are becoming his own again. He often thinks about how bad he was to Felix. He wants to get better for her! He will get better for her! He’s trying not to be so clingy, bad old habits are hard to break, you know how it is. She’s doing a good job at following through with their separation at least.

34. “Love Song” : They’ve started talking on the phone again, and things are going well! Their conversations aren’t about anything in particular, Mason goes on and on about whatever he’s interested in and Felix listens intently, it’s just like how they used to be

35. “Dead Girl Walking” : (The actual song stats at 1:05) Felix suddenly remembers, “OH SHIT. I LEFT NICK AND NEEDY” unsurprisingly, shit went down while she was gone. Needy is dead at the bottom of a flight of stairs and Nick is nowhere to be found. She rushes home and calls Mason, they need to disappear before Nick rats them out! (That’s what she thinks Nick would do anyway) While trying to plan out what to do, Felix realizes something. If they’re going to get caught anyways, why not just spend their last days together...? There’s no need to convince Mason, he’s already on his way! They’re excited to see each other in person again, to hold each other, to breathe each other again. They notice how the other had changed, longer hair, some weight gain between them both, they look happy! They’re on each other like nothing bad had ever transpired between them, and they’re able to say the first genuine I love you’s in a long time.

36. “Baby You’re Out” : While in his arms, Felix talks about all she regrets, she still feels so awful over everything. Mason is able to convince her about the silver lining of it all

37. “Turn and Go” : Felix decided what she needs to do, she’ll leave all the fame behind so she can spend time with her love! She’s only further convinced this is the right decision when the reaction to her departure is so negative

38. “Go Easy” : Mason is worried for Felix, he’s scared that the world may be too hard on his baby, or that she may be too hard on herself. He makes up his mind that he’ll protect her from all the negativity the world may throw at her, in a reasonable non-murder way of course

Let’s live happy now 💕

39. “My Pug” : To say Felix is absolutely in love would be an understatement. She missed this, she missed having him by her side, and she missed holding him close. She doesn’t need anything special or expensive, all she needs is her happy darling

40. “Side / Side” : Mason loves Felix so dearly, from the moment they first laid eyes on each other in school, to the moment they die. They’ll never be without each other again, they’ll never be alone in this world again

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