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sharpen-jadescythe · 2 years

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White Sun Baby 2, Trixany and Sharpen's Best Fight Ever

~ 20 min read

Cuda, that ghost wolf of Sharpen's, kept giving Trixany weird looks the whole time they were in Thundertotem.

Trixany could feel her face turning red, her eyes stinging on the verge of tears. Nothing she could say to Sharpen, not one thing at all, could convince the silly Night Elf himbo not to adopt this Highmountain baby as his own son. As if this living, breathing child, a Highmountain Tauren child, was like any stray cat or wolf Sharpen might find along the road!

Trixany glanced over at Cuda again, "I know what you're thinking. No offense Cuda, but this baby can't ride his whole life on Sharpen's back like he's some kind of... mother opppssum! Or be an extra puppy for you to play with. But look at him! Sharpen is over there, talking with the orphan matron like he's lost his mind. He's not even Tauren, let alone a Highmountain or even Horde!"

Cuda swished his fuzzy auburn ghost wolf tail, once. He had long observed Trixany to be strong, but also vain, shallow, and prideful. So then, this one was not intending to help raise the baby cub eventhough she was part of the pack? Her strength as a fighter was considerable, though then again, it might not be any real loss.

Suddenly, there was a hand on his furry head. Trixany was allowed to pet him if she was distraught. Any person that Cuda trusted was allowed to actually touch his ghastly form, pet him. Trixany was able to do it and so were Jiroki and a number of the Tarts in Sharpen's adopted pack. The howling, dancing pack that smelled like whiskey, candy, and made your fur covered with glitter if you were ever around them. And Cuda got to howl along at their boisterous gatherings, which was always appreciated.

"I mean, where is this kid even gonna live? Hanging on his back, like his pet sloth?? I'm sure as heck not going to play auntie to a Highmountain kid at my tiny apartment in Silvermoon, just because I'm his Horde friend."

Cuda whined and leaned in, let Trixany move her brown hand further down his back if that helped soothe her. Woman and wolf both watched Sharpen nod his head earnestly as the Highmountain orphan matron explained careful details to him. One of her three-fingered Tauren hands lay protectively on the blanket that the little baby rested under. Sharpen had named the baby Sunny, for now. It was because of the way Sharpen had found the child, lying in a white beam of sunlight. The matron kept insisting the baby surely already had a name and she was going to check their records, if any remained. Sunny was fast asleep and they were just above whispering about the baby's fate. It wasn't clear if Sharpen was making a successful case to keep the little one. When they had first arrived, Orphan Matron Ondanna Trueflare was alarmed, though she remained calm enough by her training. As soon as she got Sunny in her arms, she never gave the child back to Sharpen.

Trixany came to Dalaran, then Highmountain, happy to hang out. That was what she assumed Sharpen had summoned her for, some impromptu bar night or a crazy party. She was even dressed in heels, a glittery top and a short skirt.

Trixany kept talking to herself as the tense moment dragged on. "And I only know that stuff about mother oppossums because it's an animal fact Sharpen taught me!" Now, Trixany, always a bit silly like Cuda's master, finally gave in to tears. "We will never hang out again like we used to. Does he not understand that?! He will be busy with diapers and formula and... Being single isn't any fun if I don't have a handsome fallback guy for date night!!"

Cuda hadn't understood half of that but Trixany sounded like her life was going to come to an end. He whined again and licked her hand.

"Don't ever tell Sharpen he was always my fall back guy. He's..." She blushed, "He's just so nice. Anyway, he's probably tired of being single, too. Just like I am." She was quiet for a long time. Sharpen's conversation with Matron Ondanna abruptly ended, just as he was smiling a lot and had raised both hands as if to say 'It's really no problem, I don't mind'. But she did mind, and there was certainly a problem. Matron Ondanna arched a brow at him instead, then turned to Sunny in the basket, rearranged the blanket carefully while Sharpen walked away. Sharpen kept looking at the child over his shoulder.

Trixany murmured, "Sick of being single... and maybe that's why he's doing all this." She and Cuda watched Sharpen striding over to them, somewhat like his usual jovial self. And yet, somehow not. As soon as he was with his friends again, Sharpen frowned darkly and sank onto the simple bench beside Trixany.

"What happened, oh friendly neighborhood himbo?" Trixany crossed her arms. "Did your plan to adopt a Tauren baby who isn't even your race, let alone being in the Horde, and while you are a bumpkin with no real home yourself," Here, Trixany had to take a new breath, "...somehow manage to fail?"

"The world isn't like that anymore, Trixany. Things are changing with the Horde and Alliance."

"Yeah right. Can King Anduin go grab a... Goblin pizza with Chief Baine in Gilneas?"

Sharpen blinked slowly. "Probably, yeah."

Trixany had to blink several times herself. Actually, Sharpen was likely right. "Dang! Guess things have changed. But it's still no excuse to upend a little baby's life, just because you're lonely. Or needing a wife, or a husband? Or wishing you had your own home, or super-horny and desperate to have a children even if you can't lock down a decent partner because Sunthraze sure as fel doesn'tcut it? Maybe all five! Okay, so not so much that last one. But I swear I'm not projecting here. You're the one that's projecting and it's getting dangerous!"

"Shh! Don't talk like that in front of Matron Ondanna. I'm determined to make a good impression, no matter what she thinks. Sunny and I... we bonded on the journey. Sunny is so strong and brave, and Sunny deserves--"

"Sunny is a little baby!"

"Sunny cares about me and I will worry about Sunny for the rest of my life!"

Trixany lowered her eyes, "Have you thought of how, as a Night Elf, you would outlive your own child if you do this?"

"Or I might not! All these wars--and what are you talking about Trixany? I'm going to outlive you probably, and we're still friends."

She got annoyed, tightened the arms across her chest. "I'm an Elf too, I'll live a while. Perhaps thousands of years!"

"Night Elves live even longer."

"They do not!"

"Then prove it. How old was Dath'remar at his last birthday party? You remember the one. Hot party, right? Weren't Tyrande and Malfurion invited? I even heard Illidan crashed it with Maiev, they played around and tossed Dath's young son Anasterian in the pool."

"...Oh that was so low, Sharpen. I'm surprised at you. And everyone thinks you're this sweet himbo, the guy-from-nextdoor."

"Listen. I am, in fact, trying to do a good thing here. Matron Ondanna said that with all these wars, there aren't a lot of Tauren families, or even Horde families available to adopt. People are strapped for resources, even land that hasn't been ravaged by the Legion when that was a threat, or an evil buncha Drogbar. Or, the Cataclysm. It's sad but she also said... Well, she said the Horde parents who do want to adopt don't really want Highmountain children. At least it's not their first stop on the adoption train."

"Really? Well. I guess Blood Elves, or second to that, Nightborne would be most popular."

"Wrong. Actually, a lot of Horde parents are looking to adopt Orc children. Something about fitting in better, oh and Orgrimmar taxes or Orc clan benefits. Thrall set up a special program or something." Sharpen watched Trixany roll her eyes. "Listen to yourself. You're so vain! You're so disconnected from absolutely everything that's going on in the world."

"Oh yeah?" Trixany sniped, "Well I know for a fact that a Night Elf himbo is never gonna be able to raise a Tauren baby. Especially a Highmountain, no matter how much of a poser and in love with Highmountain he claims he is--"

Sharpen tried to object again.

Trixany spoke right over him. "Nope! Not even if you dated Navarogg and hooked up with Rexxar, which you did. You could go downstairs right now, inside Thundertotem itself and seduce Mayla Highmountain, have wild, loud sex on that giant war drum for everyone to hear and blast their ears out, and they still wouldn't let you raise that baby!"

Sharpen's eyes went wide at that image. Then, he smirked. "Wait. You dare me?"

"You’re so immature! You listen to yourself!! You're worse than me sometimes, you're not ready to be a parent!"

"Well! There is one thing about my eligibility that I can solve, and if you won't speak up for me then I know someone who will! If I ask her nicely. Or, beg her."

"Hold on, no! You can't!"

"Jiroki Glaivefall has a good heart. And lots of children who she has raised to be very healthy and happy. I do spend some time on her estate each year, she could really vouch for me if she agreed with what I was doing. And they would respect her opinion, I think they really would."

"But you two aren't married, silly. You're still a weird single guy in their eyes who's bound to put down... 'burlesque performer' on his adoption form. It's the only work you do that gives a regular paycheck."

Sharpen turned red, he flared, "Well at least I wouldn't write down 'Kael'thas simp since the Burning Crusade, then promoted to a whore for Denathrius in the Shadowlands!' Cause that's sure as fel the paid work you and your stupid, thirsty Knights of the Blood Nexus sect have been doing, for as long as I can remember!!"

Hush in the orphanage. Even Cuda wandered off, head low as if he were not with them.

"Sharpen. You'd better apologize for that."

"No. You are going to make things up to me by staying here, and being a faithful friend for once. I'm tired of being your fallback guy--"

"Oh. So you overheard that."

"I know that. I've lived it." He gave Trixany a hard look. "I want you to stay here and watch Sunny for me. Make sure nothing happens to... to my baby." Sharpen began to gather up his backpack, his hunting rifle, all of his gear.

"What? Don't they have orphan matrons for that?? There's one right over there even if she does have the personality of an ogre."

"Will you stop being a vain, selfish sin'dorei for once? Make sure no one else adopts Sunny while I'm gone! Cuda can stay and help you, he and Sunny are bonded as well."

"Not even if it's a loving, stable Highmountain family that really wants Sunny?"

"I already told you that's unlikely to happen in this day and age."

"But what if it does? Am I supposed to... fight the orphan matron? Or I guess I could celebrity-adopt Sunny myself or something--"

"You're only a B celebrity and don't you dare! I'm just going to have to move fast. I'm going to fetch Jiroki."

Trixany watched Sharpen silently while he finished gearing up and then he said goodbye to his ghost wolf Cuda.

"Jiroki will never let you do this, Sharpen. I just... I don't want you to be disappointed." Then she muttered under her breath, "I also don't want to get stuck here."

Sharpen kept petting Cuda and gazed into those golden otherworldly eyes. So sage, so warm. Man and his wolf. They both knew what was right.

"Sunny belongs with me. I am going to save Sunny from a life of being moved around constantly, feeling unwanted. Feeling the loss of a real family Sunny never had, all through Sunny's life. I don't want the only thing Sunny knows about family is that the only one Sunny had was brutally attacked by harpies, and then nobody wanted to adopt."

"Some people do love the children they foster. You don't know any of that. Sharpen, Sunny could have a good life without you!"

"But I won't know for sure, will I? Not unless I stay involved. I am going to see to it myself."

"I see. I guess... The way you're looking at it, you're the one who's not going to risk Sunny's life, with the unknown."

Trixany got up fast and hugged Sharpen before he walked out of the open door. The pristine blue sky around Thundertotem, the wilds of Highmountain stretched out beyond. She got a strange new feeling, as if he was like one of their giant eagles, about to fly bravely off.

"...be safe." It was all Trixany could come up with in the end. And it was something the Tauren were always saying to one another.

Sharpen gazed far across the orphanage, at little Sunny's basket. "An'she and Elune both, please guide me." Sharpen kept looking until he passed through the door, was fully gone.

Trixany flounced back down, began to file her nails. "This kid better be worth it. Some golden child or something." Then, one of the doe-eyed Tauren younglings with tiny moose horns wandered up to her, stared.

"What do you want?"

"Miss, what's an oar for Denathrius?"

"What the--Get lost, you little rodent!!"

Cuda really whined then, lay down and covered his head with both paws.

Sharpen please, hurry back!

@bread-elf

#orphan #can't believe he left trixany in charge lol #white-sun-baby

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pinkteapotwriting · 3 years

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yasss you’re taking requests <333

can you write a smut with Marauders where it’s readers’ first time and the boys are already experienced so she is kind of nervous(also little insecure about her body bc stretch marks?🤗)

I loooove your writing, have a good day and please take care of yourself!

Marauders x Fem!reader

Warning : Smut, fingering, female receiving, pet names also did not proof read

Word count : 1721

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I made this more light hearted, thanks for your patience love.

James’ hands were getting lost in your hair, much like your inhibitions. Today was going to be your first time and they knew you were anxious. So they were trying their best to keep things light but still intentional. You were mirroring Sirius on top of Remus, both of you straddling a brunette below you. Sirius however kept pulling away from Remus to pull you away from James. Apparently he couldn’t decide who he wanted to be kissing more. Which was all fine and good, for you. James however was getting frustrated with Sirius’s blatant thievery. Sirius wasn’t in reach though. So you were unsuspecting when his hands drifted down to your waist. Just when you thought you were safe you were being tossed onto your back and James was tickling your sides and you were trying your best not to kick him.

“Jamie, JAMIE stoooop. That tickles!”

“That’s kind of the point. Last I checked you were kissing me. Sirius can wait his turn hmmm?”

“AH stop! Stop it!”

You were playfully slapping his hands.

“Beg then”

Sirius and Remus were now enjoying the show. But then your shirt started to ride up and you pushed your palm against his chest as hard as you could; which surprised the boys. You were quick to pull your shirt down once you sat up and crossed your arms over your chest. Successfully creating a physical barrier to help mask your insecurity. Sirius was now turned around completely. Why were you hiding yourself from them? James felt especially bad.

“M’sorry for tickling you. I thought it was funny, but now I see it just made you feel bad. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I just” you took a deep breath “I didn’t want you to see yet. I thought I was ready and brave enough but I didn’t want you to see my- my”

James reached for your hand as soon as he heard your voice falter.

“Your what, love?”

“I have some stretch marks, and I know it’s ridiculous to hold myself to society's standards about my body size and how I look but it’s hard sometimes.”

Remus was the first to reassure you. He pushed Sirius forward so he could stand beside the bed and pull off his shirt.

“I know what it’s like to feel insecure about my body Y/N. Some people learn to accept and love themselves on their own, but we’re both lucky that we have people that are here to remind us that they find us attractive.”

He chuckled then because you were kind of listening, but really your main focus was running your hand across his chest and tracing his scars delicately. He hadn’t even noticed you edge closer to him until he felt your warm touch.

“I do find you attractive.”

“Really Bunny? We didn’t notice.” Sirius snickered at first, but then he became more sincere. He lifted the bottom of James’ shirt.

“See look, James has some stretch marks too, and we think he’s beautiful.”

Sirius’s head was much closer to James' lower stomach now. Close enough to delicately kiss along each mark. Remus had turned you around now and was resting his chin against your shoulder. Both of you very much enjoyed the beautiful sight of Sirius worshiping James with his lips. Remus starts to do the same for you but on the sweet spot on your neck before whispering in your ear.

“Want Siri to do the same for you, love?”

Your nervous disposition started to dissolve and you found yourself nodding now. Sirius was smiling, not his cocky grin, but one full of the same love and adoration you felt for him. He lifted the hem of your shirt and his palm felt warm against the softness of your stomach.

“Breath honey, you gotta breath.”

You let out the air you didn’t know you were holding at Remus’s reassurance, but squeezed your eyes shut. You didn’t want to see, but the boys wanted you to. Remus slid his hand to grasp your chin and pull your gaze down to Sirius.

“Open your eyes darling, that’s it. See? There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Remus had one of his hands in Sirius’s hair now and while it was nice, you couldn’t help but notice James in the same spot at the edge of the bed. He didn’t look lonely, he actually looked pretty pleased with the view. The bulge in his pants made that perfectly clear. You’re not sure how you got away from Sirius and Remus, maybe they noticed the focused look in your eye, but you were able to make your way to James again. This time you were the one to get that pesky shirt out of the way and kiss his stomach and lower abdomen.

“Like this James?”

James adored how timid you were, how soft you traced your fingers across his chest. It was maddening.

“Yes dove, but this is supposed to be about you, no?”

“I guess so.”

“Okay love, we’ve gotta prep you okay? Can we take your clothes off now?”

“Only if the rest of yours come off too.”

Sirius stood up instantly and threw his shirt to the side and yanked his pants off. Once his clothes were off he spread his arms out.

“I’m ready, your turn.”

All eyes were on Sirius now. James hucked a pillow in your honor that hit Sirius straight in the face.

“Shut it you git. Let her take her time.”

Remus furrowed his eyebrows, because instead of the usual angry outburst from Sirius there was a focused look in his eyes. Then he turned around to find you completely naked with your arms outstretched giggling.

“I’m ready, your turn.”

Sirius quite literally dove across the bed. James and Remus didn’t have time to process what was happening. They barely were able to scramble out of the way as Sirius clambered on past him. But he halted as soon as he was in front of you, smiling like a little kid.

And you wouldn’t be separated.

Your fingers locked into his hair, while his hands hooked under your thighs to pull you onto his lap. He fell onto his back and pulled you in chest to chest.

“Sirius, come on. We wanna see her too.” James was getting less and less patient, but Remus was smarter than James and knew how to coax you out.

“My angel you’ve got to remember to breathe.”

As soon as he reminded you you were able to pull away and to your surprise you were panting. Once your breath was level Remus took your face in his hands gently and kissed you. You don’t know how you made the switch but you were now being pulled onto Remus’s lap. There was no control over your body with any of these boys. It was like you were magnetic, it flowed through you naturally to follow their lead now. The embarrassment dissipated all along the way. You needed them.

“Remus please”

“Alright love, who do you want to prep you?”

“Let’s flip a coin.” James suggested.

“There’s three of us, you idiot.” Sirius retorted.

“Yeah, but I figured you don’t even count so.”

“Sirius counts, don’t be mean James.”

Sirius was very pleased you stood up for him. “Thanks bunny, does that mean you pick me?”

“Well… seeing as Remus is the only one not acting like a five year old.”

Remus tried not to look too happy with himself as he led you to lie back against the pillows. James scooted up to the right of you to hold your hand as Remus rubbed the inside of your thighs when they fell open. Sirius looked like he was plotting something, but instead opted to sit beside Remus and flash you a cheeky grin.

“You ready love”

“Yes.”

His fingers lightly trailed your inner thighs. He relished in how sensitive they were. His thumb found your clit and he began to massage gentle circles against it.

“You’re so wet already love, and we’ve barely touched you.”

Sirius grumbled; Remus humored him.

“What was that Padfoot?”

“I said you’re welcome”

Remus slipped a finger inside you now, which had you bucking your hips up which had him pushing his hand against your lower stomach.

“I don’t think I need your help getting her off Sirius.”

“I personally wouldn’t mind his help.”

Remus rolled his eyes at you while adding in another finger.

“You sure about that?”

“Stop being mean to our bunny, I bet she looks so pretty when she cums and your banter is preventing that.”

While James stole Remus’s attention Sirius took the opportunity to tend to your neglected clit with his tongue. The unrestrained moan you let out gathered everyone’s attention. Your thighs began to shake while Remus quickened his pace.

“Si-Siri I can't, it's too much.”

Sirius didn’t stop though. James was still holding your hand, completely mesmerized by your face as you were building to your release.

“Doing so good for us love. Come on, it’s okay to let go.”

You whimpered, James grinned.

“You look so beautiful like this bunny.”

This time Remus let you arch your back. A high pitched whine was ripped from your throat and Remus had to pull Sirius away to keep him from lapping at your cunt. He was able to get over the loss of contact when he saw that your legs were still trembling. He was going to make some sort of snarky comment but the blissed out look on your face had him crumbling.

“Oh Puppy, you look so pretty. Are you ready for more?”

You nodded your head.

“By the way Siri, I think you’re pretty too.”

“See Remus, Y/N knows how to feed my ego. Take notes.”

“You think I want to encourage your behaviour.”

“Yes yes i d- OI James you can’t snog her under our noses like that.”

So silly to think they’d dislike you for the way you looked. It was a battle for who would get to sit next to you in the great hall for dinner. What else would you expect for something like this? You would be sure to make it known you’ll fight for them the same way that they fight for you.

And they would always fight for you.

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Avoidance

Hey guys! So, this is for @thisismysecrethappyplace who tagged me in their writing challenge. I’m sorry this took so long to get out. I hope this helps you through your birthday blues. Hope y’all enjoy!

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Requested: Kinda

Warnings: Slight angst (it ends nice and fluffy I promise)

15. I’m hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!

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Love was a funny thing. It had the power to make people do the stupidest things without even realizing it. It had the power to make people forget themselves. Love could completely turn someone inside out and set them on their head, and they'd be happy about it. You couldn't fathom it. How anyone could be happy about tearing their heart out and handing it to someone for safekeeping was a mystery to you. In fact, you thought it was total bullshit. Then you met George.

Well, that's not exactly it. It wasn't love at first sight by any means, but sometime in the years you'd known him, it crept up on you. You hadn't even realized it at first. It had come on so slowly over the years that it felt natural. Then, all of a sudden, sitting in a sunny corner of the library, it hit you like a ton of bricks. You were in love with George Weasley. The boy who taught you to play quidditch, who laughed at all your bad jokes, who had been your best friend forever. Of course, you loved him. It was inevitable. And that's why you'd taken to avoiding him.

You couldn't stand to be the aching, puppy-eyed girl grinning ear to ear as you offered him your heart. Never in your life did you want to feel that stupid. You also didn't like the very real possibility that it would ruin things between you. All you wanted to do was wait it out. Let yourself slowly fall out of love with him, and then things could go back to normal. However, George seemed to have other plans. After a good week of avoiding him, he finally caught up to you while you sat in the astronomy tower.

"There you are. Been looking for you for ages, you know," he said. You could feel him grinning at your back.

"Uh, yup, here I am. You found me," you said, cringing at your stilted words.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you didn't want to see me. Silly me, I didn't know we were playing hide and seek," he laughed, dumping his bag on the floor and sitting down beside you. In typical George fashion, he left a tiny gap between your shoulders but knocked your knees together as he sat. It was friendly. You wished it wasn't. Then you hated yourself for wishing that.

"Yeah, silly you," you said.

"C'mon, don't tell me you're really avoiding me." His tone was still teasing, but you could hear the tightness beginning to form.

"Well..." you began.

"What? Why? Is it because Fred and I let you take the fall for that prank on Snape? Because I feel terrible about that, and I really am sorry," he said.

"I am still kinda mad about that," you muttered to yourself.

"Does that mean you're avoiding Fred, too?" he asked, looking very much like he hoped the answer was yes. Just for the safety of knowing it wasn't just him.

Things would have been so much easier if he didn't turn those big brown eyes on you. When he looked like that, you could see how devastatingly handsome he was even with that wounded look on his face. You hated it. The last thing you'd ever wanted to do was hurt him. How the hell were you supposed to explain to your best friend that you fell in love with him and wished you hadn't? You had the feeling that it would come out wrong if you tried anyway. You looked away.

"You're not." It was a statement.

"Well, no, not exactly," you mumbled.

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

"No!" you said, just a little too loud. "No, of course not."

"You don't exactly go around ignoring your best friend without a good reason. Especially not you. Unless you forgot how to speak English or something. Even then, I bet you'd still come mess with me just because you knew I wouldn't understand you. You'd get a real kick out of that," he babbled.

"George, take a breath," you reminded him.

"What did I do?" he said, cutting off his rambling. You shifted uncomfortably, blushing under his gaze. If only he was just a little less endearing. If only he was ugly. If only you weren't dumb enough to fall in love with him.

"You didn't do anything. I'm just being stupid," you said.

"That doesn't exactly tell me much, you know," he replied, reaching out to take your hand. It was something he'd done a million times before. Your skin shouldn't have prickled under his touch.

"No, I guess not. It's really not a big deal, though." The tingling spread up your arm.

"Tell me about it anyway," he said, giving your hand the most unbearably sweet squeeze. It was like he had a direct line to your heart. That one little squeeze sent it into overdrive. You shivered, pulling your hand away and standing up.

"I can't. Not right now, okay?" you said quickly. Snagging your bag from its place by the window, you turned to run like the coward you were.

"(Y/N)." Your name sounded heavy and tragic on his tongue. The whole situation felt like something out of a ridiculous romance novel, which made you hate it even more.

"I'll explain it all to you when I get it straight in my head, okay? I promise," you said. While you never really planned to tell him about being in love with him, you would eventually be able to go back to normal.

Taking one long step forward, he grabbed the sleeve of your shirt. His grip was so gentle that you could have pulled away if you'd really wanted to, but you didn't. Both of you stood there. Neither of you moved or spoke for a moment. You just kept your back to him, letting him curl his fingers into your sleeve. Eventually, he brought himself closer, leaning his forehead onto your shoulder.

"Please don't ignore me anymore. It's only been a week, and I miss you," he whispered. You weren't sure you'd ever heard him so quiet.

"George-"

"Please? I'd really rather you talk this through even if I don't have a clue what you're on about," he said.

Jesus, having him so close you could damn near hear his voice inside your head was painful. So was the thought of walking away. George was your best friend. He deserved an explanation. It was cruel of you to do this to him when he didn't do anything wrong. You just weren't sure how to start.

"I'm hopeless and awkward and desperate for love!" you blurted. Well, that was one way to do it.

"You're in love?" he asked, somehow sounding more upset.

"That seems to be what came out of my mouth," you said.

"You're in love," he said again. This time it was more to himself.

"Yeah," you sighed, turning to him. You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, feeling your cheeks flushing with heat. This wasn't a conversation you really wanted to have. He'd reject you in that sweet yet joking way only he could pull off, and you'd have to pretend to be okay with it, and things would be so much worse. If the castle was capable of swallowing you whole, you wished it would.

"With who?"

"Excuse me?"

"Who is it?"

"Who... am I in love with?" you asked. Oh no. Oh god. George, that sweet, stupid boy. He didn't get it.

"Do I know them?" he asked. A frown pulled at the corners of his mouth.

"I should hope so. You know, come to think of it, he actually looks a lot like you," you laughed, suddenly dizzy with mortification. The whole situation was laughable. Completely bizarre. What could you do besides laugh?

"Oh," he croaked. "Fred then."

"Fred?" you asked, blinking dazedly.

"It's alright. You could have just told me. I would have even put in a good word for you. We're close, you know, I have an in with him. Wouldn't have minded setting you up. Can't imagine why you didn't just ask," he said with a half-hearted laugh. He began to back away from you. You watched as he ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip. For a split second, you thought he was going to cry.

"I'm not talking about Fred," you said.

"'M not sure who else you'd be talking about," he said.

"You dense--" you muttered. Shaking your head, you figured you'd better give this another shot.

"You, George, I'm in love with you," you admitted. It was his turn to blink at you. If the situation hadn't been so painfully awkward, you might have laughed at him. Half bent over with his bag hanging from one hand, lanky limbs paused mid-movement and sticking out at odd angles.

"Me? You really mean that? Me, as in George Weasley?" he asked.

"You know a lot of other George Weasleys?"

"Me! You're in love with me!" he hooted. A grin cracked across his face as he dropped his bag and swept you up in his arms.

"I'll assume it's reciprocated then," you said as he crushed you against his chest. He laughed. It sounded a lot like years worth of built-up worry finally being released—a wonderfully contagious sound. A smile pulled at your mouth, and you buried your face in his chest.

In lieu of an actual answer, he pulled you up, so your feet dangled off the floor and kissed you. You'd thought about George kissing you a thousand times, but you never imagined it would be like this. He kissed you like it was the only thing he'd ever wanted to do. Despite the enthusiasm that you could feel emanating from every pore, he was gentle. His mouth was warm, stretched around a familiar grin, and tasted faintly of honey. You wondered briefly why you ever thought about denying yourself this before George overtook all your senses. Reluctantly, the two of you parted to breathe.

"Guess I should have said something sooner," you panted.

"Definitely," he said, sounding a little breathless himself.

"So, I guess it really would be safe to assume you like me too," you teased.

"I've been in love with you since fourth year. Glad to know you finally caught up," he said. His face was flushed a soft pink, making his freckles stand out more. You loved them. You loved him.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting," you said.

"This was definitely worth the wait." Smiling, you leaned in and captured his lips again. Now that you knew you were allowed, you weren't sure you'd ever stop. Maybe love wasn't so funny after all.

@hufflepuff5972

#i didn't proofread this #sorry #george weasley x reader #george weasley x reader fluff #george weasley x reader imagine #george weasley #george weasley imagine #george weasley oneshot #george x reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter #hp #fluff

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wolfish-trickster · 3 years

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Liar

Word count: 1,9K

Warning: angst, kinda messy writing, bad grammar

Tag list:@gaitwae @lucywrites02 @hard-to-be-the-bard @birdgirl90 @laramoonworld

You were always a hopeful person. Trying to be positive no matter what. Seeing the good in people. Even in Loki.

You first met him in his glass cell in helicarier (a/n i have no idea how to spell it, it's that big flying thing in Avengers 1). You two talked and got to know eachother. He told you how his father lied to him, how Thanos tortured him and how he doesn't want to hurt anyone. You believed him. And promised him he will be okay.

Two years after the battle of New York you finally talked to your team mates. You made an entire power point presentation for Avengers to show them Loki is not evil anymore and they should at least give him a chance, like you did.

That's how you and Loki became close friends. Always spending time with the other one, talking about your interests, your cultures, books, movies, anything the both of you came up with.

You comforted him, when he had nightmares. He cuddled you when you watched horror movies and got scared.

He always came to you for advice and opinion and you were more than happy to help your best friend. He always hugged you afterwards as thanks.

Sometimes he even brought you a cake and some flowers, just because he 'felt like it'.

One rainy day he fall asleep on your lap in your room. As you played with his black silky hair you realized you don't view him as your best friend anymore. But as a crush. You felt a shy blush come up to your cheeks as you imagined how would it feel like to cuddle him whole night, to be held by him, kissed by him.

You caressed his cheek and hoped one day he would feel the same.

And as always, you became hopeful. You started to remember all those times he was very close with you, doing something only couples do (like the afore mentioned cuddling, falling asleep on your lap or even the freaking flowers) and hoping he is developing feelings for you.

You were wrong.

You remember that day clearly. It was nice and sunny outside. A perfect day for a walk in the park. You walked out from your room and started looking for Loki. You wanted to have a walk with him.

You heard some voices coming from the kitchen below. Including a velvety one you knew all too well.

You jumped down those 20 stairs. Voices got louder as you came closer. There was Loki and some woman in the kitchen. And nobody else. Your name fell from one of their mouth's.

Quiet as a mouse you stood behind the corner just outside the kitchen and listened.

"Don't tell me she's not annoying! She's practically your shadow and trails after you like a lost puppy. And not even a cute one!" the woman giggled. From her tone of voice you imagined her as a classical blond plastic fake gold digger. You expected Loki to stood up for you, like any good friend would.

He only chuckled. "You are right! She is always behind my back. So bothersome and clingy..." you heard gulping. Maybe they were drinking some alcohol. You prayed for him to be just drunk and not knowing what he's saying.

"So why do you keep her around so much?"

A moment of silence. "I don't really know. For fun, I suppose? She was only good for me to get out of prison. She's so naive to really think I am her friend it's hilarious!"

You couldn't breathe. You stood there like a statue. He was only manipulating you and playing with you. All this time.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked away from them. The whole world looked like a big grey blur to you.

You still went out. Better than stay in the same building with him. Sitting on a bench in the nearby park, listening to birds chirping and watching dogs play with their owners was somewhat comforting. The pain in your chest was still too big though. How could you trust someone who's a 'God of Mischief' or a 'Prince of Lies' of all people? He really did go out of his way to make you trust him, didn't he? All those gifts, hugs, hanging out, watching movies under one blanket. All of that was just him pretending. And you believed him.

You groaned and hid your face in your hands. You're friends with spies and trained soldiers, what if they're pretending just like him and they secretly love when you aren't with them? What if everytime you talk to them they secretly wish for you to shut up and leave? Paranoia and anxiety just won't leave you, will they?

"It will get better after high school they said," you stood up from the bench, "you will be more confident they said. My ass-" suddenly you tripped over a string and fell on your face. Your right cheek stung, your knees were scraped. As you were standing up a wet tongue started to lick your face. A golden retriever's way to greet you, apparently.

"Ollie, stop! I'm so sorry," the dog was yanked back by his leash. Ollie's owner held out his hand to help you stand up.

"It's okay. It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you dusted your clothes when you were finally on your legs. Ollie was jumping up and down, still trying to lick your face. Even through your emotional pain you couldn't resist and smiled.

"He's still an untrained pup, sorry if he's bothering," the unknown man was trying to calm him down once again, but you stopped him.

"He's not bothering," you bent down and scratched behind his ears. "Hi there little fella, aren't you one cute boy? Yes you are," you scratched and caressed his fur.

"He is cute, but quite handful. Still I wouldn't exchange him for anyone in the world."

"Anyone?" you asked.

"Yeah, you see I got him when I found out my partner cheated on me. I felt so betrayed I thought I'll never trust anyone else again," he said and sat down on the bench you were previously sitting on. "Sorry, I'm telling way too much than I should."

"No, it's okay. I know exactly how you felt. Something similair happened to me too," you looked away sadly and stopped scratching Ollie's fur. "That's why you got a dog? To replace that somebody who was previously in your life?"

He nodded. "At first I though I needed a pet to distract myself from the pain, but in reality all I needed was a life long friend who will never betray me. And what's better than a man's best friend?" he hugged his goldie and he licked his face.

You smiled. Maybe that's what you need. A loyal dog to keep you company. To give you emotional support through cuddles and to never leave you or lie to you. Unlike certain someone.

You chatted with him for few more minutes and then made your way to the nearest dog shelter.

The cutest little fluffy german shepherd was dozing off in your arms when you walked into your room. You naivly thought Loki will greet you and pretend to be nice again but he was nowhere to be found. Actually, none of the Avengers were nearby. 'That's okay' you thought. 'I'll at least be alone with this cute guy.'

You let him run around your bedroom, sniffing every corner of his new home, chewing on everything he could reach with his tiny snout. You threw him some of the squeeky toys you bought and watched him play. It lifted your mood, somewhat.

The dull ache from your chest didn't leave. Even when it got dark outside and your new companion dozed off in your lap. Soft laughter was coming from the party deck, which was quite far from your room so in reality it must've been much louder.

'So they returned, huh? Didn't even check on their supposed friend' you thought. Maybe you were right afterall. They never concidered you a friend.

Your phone started buzzing, a silly selfie of you and Loki lightened up the screen. 'What does he want? I don't wanna talk to him.'

You picked up. "Yeah?"

"Y/N!" hearing his voice nearly made you cry. "Thank Norns you finally picked up! Where are you?"

You squinted your eyes suspiciously. "Why?"

"I've been trying to reach you all afternoon! I couldn't find you anywhere and I have called you 5 times already. Are you okay?" he sounded worried. He really should've been voice actor.

"5 times? I didn't hear anything."

He groaned. "Yes, 5 damn times. You made me really sick with worry."

Liar.

"Whatever. I can do things even without you, you know."

"Why the attitude?" he asked a little less worried.

"You know what Loki? Do me a favour and leave me alone," you hung up sooner than your voice could crack. Silent tears streamed down your cheeks.

As you were standing up with the little pup in your hands and putting him in his bed Loki practically smashed down your door. You jumped back startled and nearly let go of your little friend who woke up and started barking.

"What the fuck Loki?!"

He looked at you, mix of fury and happiness in his eyes. "Okay, I don't know what I did that made you react like that to a simple 'where have you been the whole day' but you could've at least tell me you were going out. What if someone attacked you? And I wasn't there? What if-" he took a deep breath, anger leaving his eyes. "I'm just glad you are home and safe."

Liar.

Your puppy stopped barking and started wagging his tail, excited to have a new friend. He is just like you. Naive.

"Oh, and who is this little bundle of fur?" he reached out to pet his tiny head but you backed away.

"He's my new best friend. This is Rex."

Loki's face turned into confusion. "Darling, I thought that's my title," he laughed awkwardly.

You glared and hugged Rex to your chest. "Not anymore. Not after what I discovered about you."

"Discovered about me? What are you talking about?"

"Drop the act. I heard you. I heard you saying how I'm naive enough to think I'm your friend, how I'm bothersome and clingy and I was only good for you to get out of prison!" tears were flowing freely but you didn't care.

"Darling, what are yo-"

"I wasn't finished! I really thought you were honest with me. I thought all those times we hung out meant something to you! That you at least respect me. But no! You used me. You were pretending to be nice. All those times! And I believed you!" you started taking steps towards him, he was backing away.

"You misunderstood, I-"

"No! I don't want you to tell me anything! I'm not your plaything anymore! I grew a spine. And you can bet your ass I'm training Rex to bite you whenever you get close to me again!" his eyes started glistening but that must be just your imagination.

"Love, please let me ex-"

"Get lost Laufeyson," with those words you slammed your door in his face.

#loki #loki odinson #loki x reader #loki laufeyson #loki angst #loki x reader angst #loki x you #angst

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hopefulobjectmiracle · 3 years

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A quick analysis of the puppy scene in 3x15, because my OTP is perfect.

This is honestly just a whole lot of gushing and flailing, tbh. Because Kurt and Blaine and their relationship are wonderful and I love them so, so much. So much so that I can write paragraphs on a scene that is barely one minute long.

This somehow ended up being much longer than I intended, oops. Hope you enjoy it :)

We start off this scene with Blaine alone at his locker, presumably putting away his belongings from his last class, and you can still see Kurt’s ‘Gay-diddy-gay-gay-gay’ class council election poster on the inside of Blaine’s locker, even months after Kurt lost the election. But Blaine still keeps it up, because he loves Kurt, and if he had it his way, Kurt would win everything. Awww. He appears to be deep in thought, and when Kurt hides behind Blaine’s locker, speaking in the world’s most adorably terrible British accent, it startles Blaine for a second.

And man, does that make me sad. This is a kid that has been bullied, undoubtedly shoved into lockers and pushed here and there just like Kurt was. He hears an unfamiliar voice and immediately flinches back in fear, expecting the worst.

But it isn’t the worst - it’s the best. Because it’s Kurt, the person Blaine loves more than anything, hiding behind the locker, and it’s Kurt speaking in that cute-ass accent holding a stuffed puppy in front of his face.

(Side note - I once read that Chris Colfer improvised the dialogue and accent of this scene, as well as coming up with the name for the puppy, which totally checks out since Chris is a huge Anglophile.)

And as soon as Blaine recognizes his boyfriend, his face breaks out into the sunniest smile, and he does his signature “Kurt-made-me-laugh” move, the blushy head-duck (see here for reference).

Kurt also looks similarly delighted to see Blaine, because Blaine is lovely and Kurt loves him so, so much, and because he’s also excited to show Blaine the gift he got him and help Blaine out with his problems. Kurt really loves Blaine, y’all. He looks so damn proud of the stuffed animal he got for him and equally proud of his own ability to make Blaine laugh with his clever puns.

Kurt goes on to explain that Finn won the stuffed puppy while out at the amusement park for Senior Skip Day, along with thirteen others for Rachel, and as soon as he says this, Blaine nods along as if to say - oh, of course, that Rachel - because Blaine is considerate as hell and knows his friends very well. And in honest-to-god Kurt fashion, bb stole the puppy from his brother, because Kurt is the definition of Be Gay, Do Crime, and he also recognizes that Rachel does not need 14 different stuffed animals.

He pouts a little right then, telling Blaine that he wanted to give it to him so that Blaine would have something, since Kurt wasn’t able to convince Blaine to go with them on the field trip. I wonder how that conversation went.

Also, pouty Kurt is fucking adorable. Protect him at all costs.

Blaine is melancholy again, telling Kurt that he would have just brought the mood down for the group. And when Blaine says this? Kurt stops beating around the bush and gets straight to the point.

Sweetly stroking the stuffed puppy, Kurt tells Blaine that he understands him. That he gets that family problems are hard, because they’re hard for him too. He uses himself as an example to try and get his point across to Blaine more effectively, and mentions that he and Finn disagree on nearly everything, but at the end of the day, they love one another and are always there for one another despite their differences.

I’m also getting so many brotherly Furt feelings from Kurt referring to Finn as “the big lug” and talking about how much he loves him. Ugh. I also cry at the line where Kurt tells Blaine that he only has one brother and shouldn’t give up on that, given what happens to Finn. I wish we’d gotten more of that relationship in canon before Cory’s untimely passing, because they clearly had so much love for one another, both on-screen and off.

Anyway, Kurt sees the love he has with his brother and wants Blaine to be able to experience the same thing, because he loves Blaine so, so much and he thinks that Blaine deserves everything great in this world. He also brings back the cute-ass accent, and upon seeing Blaine look upset, bumps Margaret Thatcher Dog against Blaine’s cheek to get him to smile again - which Blaine absolutely does; his face is bright and sunny again because of Kurt’s silliness. Awww.

Kurt tells Blaine never to give up, and Blaine indignantly responds that Cooper is the one who is leaving for a big audition. Kurt pauses, and tells Blaine that Cooper hasn’t actually left him yet. He says that Cooper is waiting in the auditorium, hoping that Blaine will come and talk to him and make things right. This line very strongly implies that Kurt and Cooper coordinated this, and that Kurt made an effort of talking to Cooper to try and arrange a meeting with Blaine - because in a matter of mere days, Kurt was able to glean how important their relationship was to Blaine and wanted to do everything he could to fix it. Give him all the boyfriend awards, folks.

I’m kidding. Please don’t start the Better Boyfriend Olympics again, lol.

Blaine huffs out that talking doesn’t actually work with Cooper, and that he’s tried it to no avail. And Kurt just nods knowingly, as if he was aware that Blaine would say that. And though it isn’t explicitly mentioned, I bet he did know. He then goes on to say that perhaps talking isn’t the best answer for Blaine. Maybe there’s something else, a better method of communicating his feelings that would work more for Blaine.

Okay. You know what this reminds me of? Flash back a year, to Silly Love Songs. This is (perhaps unintentionally) a direct callback to 2x12. Back when Blaine was still crushing on someone who is not Kurt, he said this to the Warblers about his idea to serenade Jeremiah.

Blaine (2011): I'm not really good at talking about my feelings. I'm much better at singing them.

And here are Kurt’s words, from more than a year later.

Kurt (2012): Maybe talking is not the answer. Maybe you need to show him how you really feel in the best, most honest way you know how.

Can I just stop right here and squeal a little bit? Because Kurt knows his boyfriend so, so well. He remembers the things that Blaine tells him, even things from over a year ago. He holds onto this key piece of information about Blaine, because Blaine is important to him and the things he tells Kurt are worth remembering. And here, in this scene, he puts his memory to good use to try and remind Blaine of his most effective and heartfelt form of communication so that he can help Blaine mend fences with his brother.

GIVE HIM THE BOYFRIEND AWARDS, FOLKS!

Kurt is so, supportive of Blaine and just wants the best for him, and it just boggles my mind when people claim that Kurt didn’t love Blaine as much as Blaine loved him, because from even short simple scenes like this one, anyone can tell that it isn’t true.

After listening to Kurt, Blaine stops, and for the first time, genuinely considers it. Prior to this, all of Cooper’s attempts at talking couldn’t get through to him. Blaine still felt the jealousy and resentment from all those years growing up. But after hearing Kurt’s advice, he puts that aside and realizes that some things, like family, are more important, and so he makes that decision to go see his brother and try and express his feelings in a different way.

Blaine turns to go meet Cooper, and Kurt watches him go, looking so damn proud of his boyfriend and so, so hopeful...

Y’all know what happens next. Blaine and Cooper, a pair of brothers, sing a breakup song. Yet somehow, it works. Singing manages to communicate all of those emotions that were suppressed before, and opens the doors for real conversation between the two of them. They do successfully patch things up, with Cooper finally recognizing Blaine’s talent and Blaine trying to support Cooper in future endeavors. They are on a path to a close relationship, which is all both of them had ever really wanted in the first place.

And if not for Kurt’s advice, this may not have happened. Y’all heard that right - Kurt Hummel helped Blaine patch things up with a member of his family because he knew how important it was to Blaine, and he knew how badly Blaine wanted this even if Blaine didn’t let it show. From all the bits and pieces of information we’ve gathered over the years about Blaine’s family, they don’t appear to be all that close, which is why it’s even more important for Blaine that he is able to reconcile with his brother.

(For more of my thoughts on Blaine’s family, feel free to check out this analysis of mine. Yeah, this is a shameless self promo. Deal with it.)

So...what was the point of this analysis? I’m not quite sure. I suppose I just had a lot of feelings about Blaine, Klaine, family, and the way that Kurt shows love. Like I’ve said millions of times, just because Kurt is more subtle in the way that he shows love to Blaine, doesn’t mean that it’s any less powerful. Scenes like this, in which he handpicks Blaine’s own words and uses them to push Blaine towards something he was too afraid to admit he really wanted? Kurt helping reconcile Blaine with his family? This is Klaine at its best, and scenes like this are why I will always, always ship this couple.

Kurt and Blaine are incredible, y’all.

Peace.

#idiots think blaine loved kurt more than kurt loved him #klaine #klaine meta #glee 3.15 #blaine anderson #kurt hummel #cooper anderson

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bakatenshii · 3 years

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Grapefruit

Oikawa Tooru x reader (haikyuu!!)

word count: 2.3k

TW: 18+, lemon, wattpad, crack

A/N: I’m so sorry. This is actually a joke, a parody, I promise, it’s written like this on purpose for the collab. Terrible (or lack entirely of) grammar, dialogue so cheesy I threw up multiple times in my mouth, too many specifications of shades of the colour pink. For @undermattsun’s whorehouse wattpad garbage fire collab. I’m so sorry.

grape·fruit

/ˈɡrāpˌfro͞ot/

In the world of fandom (check out fan fiction, fanfics, or fics), a grapefruit is a story which consists of sexual explicit themes in bizarre situations.

An orange-twinged pink, almost coral.

haikyuu series!! :3

disclaimer: haikyuu does NOT belong 2 me. Or else I would make XXXX go w/ XXXX ;)

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𝑝𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

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“hurry up y/n!!!” - i remove my skullcandies out my ears, hearing my best friend sunnie(with an ie! not y!) shout to me from down the hall.

flipping my baby pink (NOT cotton candy pink! god there’s a difference, get it right. last week ash-lee with her stupid bleach blonde hair called it cotton candy pink and I wanted to kill her) hair behind my shoulder, i skipped down the lockers.

i was in my best outfit, checkered pink and white (bubblegum pink, this time) leg warmers with my matching pink + white skirt and white denim jacket with a pink butterfly bedazzled on the back. i saw paris hilton in it on her myspace too, so you could say im pretty trendy.

not like the other girls, like brittney (with her dark hair with a blue streak with a puppy shaped purse she swears is designer.) or ash-lee with her stupid ugly blonde hair that’s deffo fake. oh i already said that

anyways

it’s just an average tuesday morning, and i’m just your not-so-average girl. my name’s (y/n) (l/n) and im (age) years old. my best friends are sunnie, rachelle, and meeky. oh, and lindt, sometimes, when she’s not too busy with trying to save the world from global warming.

i’m on my way to p.e. which UGH is my least fav class, who even came up with it? but at least there’s the hottie oikawa tooru-sama in my class (ha! eat that ash-lee + brittney) and all the girls luuuuurv him. he’s soooo hot i bet he has abs

(brianna with the ugly hair who wears green shoes with red socks said she saw him change once and she totally saw his 8pack but she’s a liar so i dont believe her)

(even tho he tooootally has one)

i was on way just skipping down the hall to go to p.e. when someone crashes into me from behind.

‘-u-GH!’ i fall.

‘hey!!!!’ i turned around to yell at who’s bumping into me-

it was oikawa tooru-sama!! the most popular boy in school!!! i felt like i was in a dream i pinched my hand but... it hurts!!! this isn’t a dream!!! the oikawa tooru-sama just crashed into me!!! with his body!!! his shoulder touched me!!!!!

he turn and looks at me and... my heart stops. i think im dying omgomgomg

‘a-are you okay (y/n)-chan?’ he asks me and holds his hand out.

i cant believe it. the oikawa tooru-sama is giving me his hand to hold?!?! is this heaven???

‘i-i-‘ i stammer. i’m so shocked i swear my face is beat red. ‘i-i’m ok.’

i was too scared to hold his hands because mine were so sweaty from seeing him this upclose. i stand up and dust my knees because i want him to think i’m tough. that’s right. oikawa tooru-sama is a professional vball player! (v for volley-ball) he’s not going to like some dumb average weak normal crybaby girl.

‘ok. see ya in class!’ he smiles and waves at me before walking down the hall, shooting me his signature smile. the one that makes flowers bloom around him and glitters around his whole body.

h-how did he know? did he just say in class??? the oikawa tooru-sama knows who i am???

i take out my phone to frantically text my bffs (sunnie, rachelle, meeky and lindt) and see the group chat had some unread new messages. i click open it.

(beep)

𝚋𝚕@𝚑𝚔𝚞𝚐𝟶𝟶: omgzzzz i juss saw tsukki-sama xDDD

𝕣𝕒𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕖𝕩𝕠𝕩𝕠: STDU XDD wut wuzz he wearin?!? hes sooooo hawt oh em geez

tsukki-sama, aka tsukishima kei-sama, is the hot blondie in the other class’s vball team. rachelle and sunnie are sooo in love with him, but i don’t blame them. he’s soooo tall, taller than oikawa tooru-sama even. (but that doesn’t matter because oikawa tooru-sama has the prettiest smile in the world and no one’s seen tsukki-sama smile like... since he came outta the womb)

i quickly type out my txt because this is more important than what the blonde vball star is wearing.

(beep)

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: guizzzzz guizzzz GUIZE!!!! GUEZZ WUT JUSS HAPPND!!

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: u’ll nv beliv it!!!!! omGZZZZZ IM LAIK DYINN XDDDDDDD TT_TT

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: omgawd wuuuut

ｓｋ８ｅｒｇ１ｒｌ: w8 kita-sama jus sk8dd by me i fink he haz a new b04rd!!!!! be are be

𝖗𝖆𝖜𝖗𝖇4𝖐4: uGGGHRRR MEEKY DIS IZ MOAR IMPOARTAN!!!!!!

before i have the chance to tell them about my fateful encounter with the oikawa tooru-sama someone snatches my phone away. i turn around, maybe it’s oikawa tooru-sama again?

UGH NO IT’S OUR STUPID BALD PRINCIPAL. now i’m in trouble.

‘no phones in the hall (y/n) (l/n)-san!’ he yells at me. his breath stinks, yuck.

he takes my phone and puts it in his pocket and i realize that he’s putting it in his pocket and taking it away.

‘b-but-‘ jimmy i protest. not my flip phone with my pink bedazzled hello kitty charm on the end!

‘no buts!!!! see you after lecture missy!!’

god, this is just like, the worst day ever.

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𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

𝑙𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛

𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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p.e. is the same as always: im sitting on the side, not doing sports because girls like me can’t risk breaking my perfectly painted pink (hot pink, not baby pink) nail with diamonds on it. i tell my bffs about the encounter and they all agree that it’s deffo fate.

‘i know right??’ i giggle staring down at the man of my dreams, at his chocolate brown locks, thinking back at his dreamy brown orbs staring into my dark black ones offering me his hand.

‘you should totes ask him out!’ giggles sunnie.

‘oh em gee, never!!! that’s sooo embarrassing, he’s totally gonna say no!’ i said.

‘seriously, (y/n)-chan, what do you have to lose?’ rachelle said.

‘just like, my dignity and self respect.’ i reply sassily.

at that we three burst into laughter, and the fat p.e. prof turns and tells us shhhhhhh.

i love my friends.

i tell them about our bald principal taking my pink flip phone with the hello kitty charm on it away.

‘oh no!’ rachelle exclaimed.

‘what are you going to do?’ sunnie asked.

i shrug, feeling at a loss without it.

‘it’s like, seriously dangerous without a phone.’ the blonde said.

‘what if you get like, kidnapped or something?!’ the purplenette said, clasping her hand over her mouth in a show of shock. (ps. bluette vs. blunette?)

‘kidnapped?!?’ i laugh. ‘who’s gonna kidnap me?!!’ we all burst into laughter again, causing our p.e. prof (still fat and annoying) to shhh us again.

little did i know that the brunette vball star was staring up at me, plotting.

i had no idea what was about to come.

༻✧༺

𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑦

𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑒

𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒, 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

༻✧༺

when i open my eyes, my eyes are heavy, staring up at a bright light above my head. i squint my eyes because the light hurts my eyes.

‘well, well, well’ i hear a voice behind me. ‘(y/n)-himesama’s awake, i see.’

wait-

i know that voice-

that’s-

that’s the oikawa tooru-sama’s voice!

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, surprised but feeling a warm rush going down my body at the sound of his voice. ‘what’s going on?’

he chuckles. ‘can’t you tell?’

i look around and see my arms taped up behind me on a chair and my legs tied together by... something. rope maybe?

‘where am i?’ i ask, even more bewildered.

‘tsk tsk tsk, silly (y/n)-himesama. i’ve kidnapped you, my dear.’ he said. ‘we’re in my mansion right now’

my eyes pop out of their sockets. am i hearing him right?

‘no,’ he corrects himself. ‘we’re in our mansion.’

i can’t help but blush at that suggestion. our mansion?

that’s right, i must be crazy, i think to myself. this is all just a dream, i’m still in school, on the bleachers with my bffs and i fell asleep in our class.

‘this isn’t a dream, darling’ he singsongs, and i feel more warmth flood downwards. god what is wrong with me? turned on in this situation? but can you blame me? who wouldn’t get turned on when the oikawa tooru-sama is standing in front (or behind) them and calling them ‘darling’?

‘w-what- h-h-how?’ i ask him. ‘i was just at school, staring at you play vball in the gym- i mean n-not staring at you- and-‘

he chuckles darkly.

‘i know you were, (y/n)-himesama. that’s why i kidnapped you, because you’re so cute.’

i blush at his words. m-me? cute??? did the oikawa tooru just call me cute?

i suddenly remember what rachelle and sunnie said in p.e. today about being kidnapped, and shudder. god, h-her mind! they’re totally gonna tell me i told you so! when i tell them.

‘b-but, h-how?’ i bit my lip looking at him beneath my lashes, or however anastasia steele did it in too many shades of grey. (it wasn’t actually that bad, but ill never admit it. it’s sorta kinda hot. also pantone says theres only like 37 diff shades so.)

‘i saw you with your friends, and i served a ball at your head knocking you out.’ he explained. suddenly i feel a pang on my head reinforcing what he’s saying.

‘ow...’ i say quietly.

the brunette man built like a god walks into my frame of vision for the first time after waking up and i notice he’s shirtless, all 8pack exposed for me to look at.

(i guess brianna was right, but she’s still a liar that wears green shoes with red socks.)

he comes up to me and kneels in front of me until he’s kneeling in front of me. he carresses my cheek with his hand (the same one he reached out to me earlier that day, pre-kidnapping) and i sigh.

if this is a dream never wake me up. i think to myself.

‘wh-‘ before i can get the words out asking him why me?, he presses a finger to my lips, shushing me.

he looks at me with his brown chocolate orbs, and i get lost in them, counting the stars and constellations in those glowing beautiful orbs that i never thought i could look at so up close. (except in photos i secretly took)

‘i love you, (y/n) (l/n)’ he says.

i fainted.

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𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡

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i wake up (for the second time that day, god what is up with today?), my eyes still heavy.

‘good morning, darling,’ i hear a voice say, and suddenly i remember everything that’s transpired so far.

(for reference: i crashed into the oikawa tooru-sama this morning, had my phone taken away, and now kidnapped by none other than the oikawa tooru-sama, now in his- no, our mansion.)

‘o-oikawa tooru-sama?’ i stutter out weakly, still groggy.

‘just tooru, my hime-sama.’ he says and i feel my body heating up again.

suddenly, i’m filled with an overwhelming emotion, and the worlds spill out before i can stop them.

‘i love you, t-tooru.’ i stutter on the foreign name, biting my lips (for good measure).

he looks at me, chocolate orbs piercing right into my super dark black pupils, and he starts to cry. i cry too, because he just looks so beautiful, even when he’s crying.

he holds me in his arm and i nuzzle my nose into his neck, smelling his deep chocolatey velvety sweet minty musky scent. he smells so good i could just stay here forever, bathing in the chocolatey velvety sweet minty musk.

‘u-um...’ i start, and he nuzzles his face into my neck some more. i can feel his wet tears on my shoulder... is he still crying??

i try again. ‘u-ummmm...’

he finally looks up at me and i peer into his deep chocolate orbs, feeling him stare intently into my dark block orbs. i wiggle my arms to show him i want him to release them, because if you remember they’re still taped up by like, tape or rope or whatever.

‘o-oh!’ he exclaims and unties them.

i don’t know what came over me but suddenly we’re kissing, our tongues are battling for dominance within our hot wet cavernous mouths, and it’s soooo hot.

he grips my legs and spreads them apart, tongues still fighting a mighty battle, and i see him take out his big massive rock hard member in his hands.

i wrap my legs around him, thankful for the pink (bubblegum pink) and white checkered skirt im wearing today for easy access, and he pushes his hot shaft into my core. i can feel his member in my wet gushy wushy pussy and it feels so good i came.

he cums too.

‘w-will you marry me?’ he looks up at me, his member still inside. i feel tears brimming in my eyes again as I nod.

‘i do.’

༻✧༺

𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑜𝑓 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑠

𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑒’𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒’𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒

a/n: ta-dah!! the end!!! tankzz 4 readin guyzzzz lawl im thinking of making dis a series so... ;))) tell me who u wana be kidnapped by next! xD

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a/n #3: OH WOW . erhm. Longest chappy thing ive written. Hope you liked it. so uhm. ENJOY ! [btw, I'm considering doing the NEXT CHAP; sneak peek thing. Should I? :3 Comment?] plz R&R!! :]]] kudoz 4 u <333

p.s. da colour i used 4 da lyriczzz is fuschia pink! :3

p.p.s. comment below if u reconize dee song!! ur a kool kat if u do ;))

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autumn-ginkgo-leaves · 3 years

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Yooha x Reader | fluff | kissing

A fic for nonny who asked for Yooha and MC caught in the rain! This is as fluffy as Yooha’s tails with some thorough kissing.

You meet Yooha at the convenience store counter with your can of iced tea and stop in surprise. Yooha has half a dozen cold drinks clutched to his chest and his eyes are glowing.

“Lemon tea. Raspberry kombucha. Sparkling peach. The human world is wonderful, master.”

The attendant gives you both a strange look. You force a laugh and quickly put all the drinks on the counter and pay for them.

Outside, Yooha goes through his bag of drinks like a kid on Christmas morning. “I don’t know which one to have first.”

You smile to yourself as you sip your green tea. Yooha would hate to hear you say it, but sometimes he’s just like a puppy. Other times, when it’s a sunny day and he drapes his long body over the sofa and dozes for hours, he’s more like a cat.

“I’ll have the sparkling peach,” he says, and pulls the tab. He stops walking as he drinks it, an expression of bliss on his face.

The day, which has been so sunny as the two of you have strolled around the neighbourhood, has grown overcast. It darkens further as a heavy cloud passes over the sun.

“Uh, foxy? Perhaps we should head home.”

Yooha takes another deep swallow and gazes at the can. “Even the packaging is amazing. Look at these peaches. They’re drawn with such artistry.”

Fat raindrops patter on the pavement and the top of your head. You grab Yooha’s hand. “Come on! We need to run.”

Between your sandals and Yooha’s bag of clanking drinks, you can’t run very fast. Soon your both soaking wet with your hair sticking to your forehead and your clasped hands wet with rain.

His strong hand holds yours all the way to the apartment, and he doesn’t let go until you’re inside the front door.

Yooha scrunches up his eyes and shakes himself all over, starting from his head and shoulders, and then right down his body.

“Yooha!” you squeal, putting your hands up and laughing as water sprays all over you.

Yooha opens his eyes. “What? Oh, sorry.”

He grins disarmingly at you. When you come back with a towel, he takes it from you. “Let me do that.”

Gently, he pats your hair down and dabs at your face. He’s standing close and you take the rare opportunity to drink in the sight of him, something you don’t allow yourself to do too often in case the others see.

Or Yooha notices.

“Do you ever miss being a fox?” you ask, mesmerised by his grey eyes.

He looks down at you with his head on one side. “But I am a fox.”

You don’t know what to say to that. It makes you feel weird that you sometimes catch yourself admiring how good he looks, and yet he insists he’s a fox.

“Master? Do you not like that I’m a fox?”

You chew the corner of your lip for a moment. “You…you said a few times that you, uh, like me. That you’re into me.”

He smiles and throws the towel aside. “You’ve never brought that up before. Yes, I am.”

“But then…”

“You want me to kiss you?” Yooha wraps his arms around you and draws you against him.

You push against his chest and turn your face away, blushing furiously. “You really are a fox spirit. Human men aren’t so forward.”

“They’re not?”

“No. Human dating is more like playing games.”

“Oh, I can play games.” Quickly, he leans forward and nips your earlobe with his teeth, making you squeak again.

“Not those sorts of games! Things like, if you take three hours to reply to a text message, then I’ll take six. Never revealing that you’re interested in someone. Trying to get their attention by flirting with other people.”

Yooha snorts with derision. “Those games don’t sound like fun to me. Humans are strange.”

You gaze up at him, the ethereally beautiful but very strong and solid man with entrancing cheekbones and mischief sparkling in his grey eyes.

“You’re strange,” you whisper, as his mouth draws closer to yours.

The brush of his lips is soft and questioning. Your chin drifts up, surrendering your mouth to his. He says he’s a fox, but to you he looks human. Gorgeous and human. You can’t help but love every second of him touching you, as strange as it is.

On the other hand, your other housemates are night goblins who are currently asleep in the other rooms. Nothing about this is normal. Maybe kissing a fox isn’t the strangest thing about your life right now.

He walks you slowly back until your back is pressed against the wall and his hand is planted by your head. So soft, so gentle as he kisses you, but with fox-like determination to keep you here now he’s got you here.

He tastes delicious, and it’s got nothing to do with the peach tea.

“We barely know each other,” you point out in a whisper, licking your lips.

He shakes his head slowly. “That’s not true. I heard your voice for so long while I was trapped within that scroll. I thought over and over again, say my name. Yooha. Yooha. I want to be with her. I ached to be with you.”

You recall all those weeks with the scroll hanging on the wall and the image of the entrancing man in a hanbok gazing out at you. His eyes gave you a fluttery feeling even then.

But that’s silly. You can’t fall in love with a painting of a man.

Yooha’s hand cups the back of your neck and draws your chin up to him, reminding you that he’s not trapped in a painting any longer, but instead he’s here, a living, breathing man.

He kisses like he’s tasting you, his tongue lapping against yours and then changing the angle of his mouth. Keeping you guessing. Keeping you gasping.

You open your eyes and see his tails fluttering behind him, and you smile against his mouth. “Are your tails wagging because you’re happy?”

“Hey, I’m a fox, not a dog. I just want my woman to see me as I really am.”

“All the legends say to beware of fox spirits. That they only want to seduce and eat you up.”

He snaps his teeth. “That’s right. Especially beautiful women who taste like honey and rain.”

Your hands slide around his neck, your heart pounding wildly. You feel so safe here, protected from the world by his body and cherished by his kisses, but somehow you can’t believe that it’s real. Or that it will last. “But what about when you don’t want to be here anymore? Or when you can’t? I’ll miss you so much.”

Yooha blinks in surprise. “Leave? Why would I leave my master?”

“I don’t know. Many reasons, probably. You might ascend to heaven.”

He shakes his head. “I won’t go to heaven. I’ve been a careless fox toward humans. I was trapped in that scroll for punishment, and now I continue my penance by serving you.”

You draw away from him in surprise. “I’m your punishment? That’s awful.”

He shakes his head and brings you back into his arms. “All my life, I wanted only to ascend and become a celestial fox. Now, I’m learning to be selfless and love humans, like spirits should.” He draws his fingers down a lock of your hair, studying your face. “One human especially, master.”

You don’t know what to say. Of all four of the men you’re living with, Yooha is the strangest of all. The goblins can at least think like humans, but Yooha acts purely on instinct. Desire. Need.

“And you chose me?”

“Yes,” he breathes. “Always you, from the moment I heard your voice.”

His honesty is so hard to take. No one’s ever told you how they feel about you. No one’s ever wanted you so much.

“You’re really weird, Yooha,” you whisper, your fingers twisting the collar of his shirt.

He smiles again. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?”

“Because…” he mumurs, planting slow, plush kisses on your mouth, “you tell me I’m weird as I kiss you, and hold you, and brush the rain droplets from your hair. Being human is weird, but I’m happy I’m learning how with you, master.”

You stand together in the shadowy hall for a long time while the rain patters against the windows, not speaking, but worlds of mean passing from your lips to his, and back again.

Thank you for reading! You can send requests for fics to my ask box. At the moment I’m writing for Wannabe Challenge and LoveUnholyc. Find all my finished fics here.

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horansqueen · 4 years

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You & Me : chapter 49

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40 || CHAPTER 41 || CHAPTER 42 || CHAPTER 43 || CHAPTER 44 || CHAPTER 45 || CHAPTER 46 || CHAPTER 47 || CHAPTER 48

NOTES:

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Chapter 49

NIALL

How we managed to actually fly to Vegas without any pictures taken or meeting any fan seemed like a miracle. Something was clearly on our side and I took it as a very good sign. I watched her as she threw her bags on the carpet when we walked in the suite I had rented for the week and her lips curled. She let out a few cute giggles before running to the bed and jumping on it. It was huge, shaped like a heart with red silk sheets and a velvet cover of the same color except a bit darker. Olivia started jumping more as she kept laughing and I rolled my eyes with a smile when I noticed the pillows falling one by one from the bed to end on the floor.

"This is the cheesiest shit i've ever seen." I pointed out with a chuckle. "And stop this, you're gonna hurt yourself."

She turned to me and stopped jumping before sending me a smirk. "Make me."

We stared at each other for a few seconds and suddenly, I jumped on the bed too and she let out a short scream. I wrapped my arms around her but one of my legs weakened and I brought her in my falling before we both bounced on the bed. It made her laugh even more and I smiled as she panted, her lips parted. I ended up on top of her and she spread her legs a bit as I layed between them. She finally looked in my eyes and sent me a fond smile that I sent back. I couldn't believe we were here and I couldn't believe we were about to do what we were about to do.

"In less than 12 hours you're gonna be my wife, how does it feel?"

Her traits softened and she brought her hand to my face, running her fingertips on my cheek and jaw slowly. "Like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be, doing exactly what I'm meant to do."

I let my eyes roam on her face and smiled again before bending down closer and kissing her lips gently. "With the only person I'll ever be in love with." I added, finishing her thought in a whisper against her mouth.

"Mmhm." she replied, bringing her other hand to my cheek and cupping my face. "But you're not supposed to shag the bride before she says 'I do'."

I smirked against her lips and couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "You really want to follow that rule?"

"It's good for building up the tension."

"The sexual tension, you mean." I corrected.

"Mmhm, and besides, you're probably going to fuck me in all the ways you want, whenever you want and for as long as you want... for a whole week. Right?"

"That's the plan." I whispered, gripping her hair in one fist as I held myself with my elbows on each sides of her head.

"What's a few hours, then?"

"You're gonna have to ask that question to my cock, petal."

She laughed again and my grip in her hair loosened as my lips curled. She was right, we didn't need to have sex now, we'd have plenty of time for that, and I was going to make sure she got whatever she needed and wanted during this whole trip.

"What do you want, my love. Food? A nap?" I just asked, raising my eyebrows. "Name it and it's yours."

Her smile faltered and she tilted her head on the side, her hair spread on the bed. She finally pressed her lips together before my name escaped them softly, in a murmur.

"Niall James Horan."

I chuckled with a fond smile and shook my head slightly. "I'm already all yours."

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"I shouldn't have eaten a second piece of pie." she pointed out, trying to zip her dress.

I watched her squirm and groan for a few more seconds and let out a small laughter before placing myself behind her and zipping her dress easily. I leaned my chin on her naked shoulder and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, my eyes closed. She smelled good, the same mix of honey and vanilla she always smelled, and something twisted in my stomach as I realized it was a smell I would always enjoy. For the rest of my life.

"It's a spray." she just said, making me open my eyes and frown.

"Excuse me?" I asked, moving back up to look at her as she turned to me.

She nibbled on her bottom lip for a few seconds while staring at me and finally, she reached for her bag, taking something out and quickly putting it in my hand. I frowned more, bringing it to my face, as I checked the product. It was, indeed, a body spray that she clearly also used in her hair. I turned the small bottle in my hand and finally nodded.

"I'm gonna buy this company and make sure they keep making this product until the day that I die."

She let out a short laughter and grabbed it from my hand before spraying more in her hair and neck. "Don't be silly!"

"Fine then, we'll stock a few boxes in the basement to make sure we have enough."

She turned to me and laughed again, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer. I felt her lips brush against mine and kissed her firmly.

"Don't make me regret telling you." she whispered, making my lips curl.

"Hey, we're getting married! There can't be no secret between us anymore!"

"Yea? Then I guess I have a few questions for you!"

I cleared my throat and took a step back, making her chuckle again. "We should just get ready, or we're gonna be late." I pointed out, half-joking. "And you know you're the worst at being on time. I'm not sure you've ever been on time before, have you?"

"I think my wedding day is a good time to start."

She took a step closer and worked on my tie, tightening it before letting both her hands slide on my chest. I brought my hands over hers and she looked up at me with a smile. I could feel my heart beating so hard in my chest and I couldn't remember a time I was more nervous than at this exact moment.

"Are you sure you didn't want the whole deal with friends and family?" she asked in a low tone, raising her eyebrows. "With the big dress and the reception and the wedding song and gifts and..." she shook her head and closed her eyes for a few seconds before they fluttered open again. "I feel like we're about to disappoint your mom. I don't want that."

"My mom just wanted us to be together." I let out softly. "I promise she'll be super happy for us. Don't worry. Today is our day, okay? And we'll only think about us. You and me."

She tilted her chin up and chuckled low. "We're so fucking crazy. Jumping in a plane the next day you asked me to be your wife to get married. Who does that? Crazy people!"

"Then I must be extra insane because I sincerely believe this is our best idea yet!" I laughed. "In this lifetime!"

She frowned and tried to stop a chuckle from escaping her lips. "Who are you and what have you done with my best friend? The most organized and less impulsive person I know?"

"I guess he learned how to be from the most spontaneous and messiest person he knows."

"You're about to marry that person, remember? Think you can handle it for the rest of your life?"

I brought my finger and pressed it on the tip of her nose, making her giggle a bit. "I know I can. I want it."

Slowly, I moved my head closer to hers but instead to kiss her, I rubbed my nose gently against hers, making her smile grow into a fond one. "Come on, petal. Let's get married."

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The sky was dark, which was surprising, since I thought it was mostly sunny in Las Vegas. I glanced up and noticed a few clouds but I just grabbed Liv's hand and pulled her with me. We jumped in a cab and I checked my watch, making me realize that we wouldn't be late and it made me smile. Her dress was simple but white and with my black suit, I knew no one could doubt where we were actually going. The ride was short and when we got out, we both remained motionless and looked up at the sky who had turned a dark shade of purple.

"Can we be unlucky to the point where it'll actually rain in Vegas for our wedding?" she asked with a chuckle. "That's my legendary luck!"

"Well, they say 'for better or worse'..."

She laughed a bit but squeezed my fingers tighter. "That's what they say."

"Are you sure you didn't want to do that in the desert? Or with an helicopter ride, or something bigger like that?"

We stared at the chapel for a few more minutes and she finally sighed, making me turn around. She was smiling wide and it made me grin too. "This is exactly what I want." Her smile faltered and her lips parted suddenly, making my heart jump in my chest. "Shit, we forgot the flowers. And the witnesses."

"Oh." It took me a few seconds to move but my eyes fell on an old couple in their 60's that were walking close to us and when I stood in front of them, they looked a bit surprised. "I'm sorry, my girlfriend and I are about to get married... We totally forgot we needed witnesses.." I shook my head and sent them puppy eyes. "Could I ask for a few minutes of your time? I can pay, if needed."

They looked at each other and laughed a bit before looking at me again. "We just renewed our vows." the man let out, glancing behind me, probably at Olivia. "It'll be our pleasure."

I sent them the biggest smile I could and shook my head slightly. "I can't thank you enough!"

Quickly, I turned to my girlfriend and grabbed her hands in mine. Maybe we were going to be late, after all. "Give me five minutes, okay?"

She nodded with a frown and I started running, stopping nearby a man who was selling roses. I couldn't believe my luck and looked up at the sky again, telling myself that maybe it was not going to rain at all. I searched through my pockets and traded a good amount of money for too many flowers and ran back to the chapel, where Olivia was in deep conversation with our witnesses.

"That's amazing." I could hear emotions in her voice and I stopped next to her, my eyes roaming on the side of her face. "I hope we can stay married that long, too."

"Of course we will. I'm saying 'I do' for a lifetime, you're stuck with me!"

She laughed and turned to me, shaking her head slightly before getting on her tiptoes and cupping my cheeks. Her lips found mine and I smiled against her mouth.

"I'm supposed to kiss you after the vows, my love." I whispered, feeling my lips brush against hers. "Ready?"

She moved slightly away and I stared at her. I couldn't believe how much she glowed. I had noticed that she did glow more than ever on that day I saw her at the bakery. It was selfish of me, but today, I knew she was glowing partly because of me, and it made something stir in my stomach. I was happy because of her, and I wanted to bring the same kind of feelings to her than the ones she brought me. Looking into her eyes made me realize that I did and I licked my lips. Perhaps, the way she was glowing was reflecting on me.

"I've been ready for over two decades." she giggled and tilted her head. "You bet i'm ready!"

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OLIVIA

We had a hard time choosing between being married by Elvis, or by an alien, and in the end, we opted for a simple officiant. I tried to listen to his words, but the way Niall was running his thumbs on the top of my hands as he held them made something stir in my stomach. I stared at him as he stood in front of me, and I couldn't help but tell myself over and over again how lucky I was. It was meant to be, I knew it now, but there were times in my life I had lost almost all hope. The dark times were in the past, though, and I wanted to focus on the future. I wanted to enjoy every single second I spent with Niall because I felt blessed in a way I felt I maybe didn't deserve.

"...until death do you part?"

I blinked a few times and noticed Niall's lips curl as he kept staring at me. "I do."

I filled my lungs and held my breath as I let my eyes roam on him. I suddenly became very emotional at the sound of those two simple words. Somehow, I knew he was aware of everything it implied, even if this whole ceremony seemed frivolous and a simple spur of the moment.

I blinked a few times and licked my lips when Niall raised his eyebrows. "I do." I just ket out in a low and soft tone. His face illuminated and his lips cuirled more before he squeezed my fingers tighter. I hadn't listened to the officiant's words, too lost in my boyfriend's eyes, but it didn't matter because no matter what he was asking me to promise, I was ready for it. I was ready to do anything to make this work, and make him happy.

"Oh, oh yea." Niall muttered, letting go of one of my hands to reach in his pocket. "I give you this ring as a symbol or my love and commitment." I bit my bottom lips as I stared at his fingers and I could swear he was nervous. He slid it on my finger, over the other one, and breathed in. "I'll love you forever, beyond this life. You're the only one."

My lips curled and I swallowed hard, trying to keep my tears in. I took the ring I had for him and put on his finger too, licking my lips. "I give you this ring just like I gave you my heart and all my love." I whispered, taking a short pause. "I've always been yours, and I promise that I'll always be."

"I now pronounce you husband and wife." I heard before swallowing again.

I let out a short and nervous laugh and moved closer to him. Just like when we kissed for the very first time, Niall's hands reached for my face, his fingers spread on my cheeks, jaw and a part of my neck. His lips found mine just as avidly as it had in that bar, after singing a song to me, and it brought me back to that day as a bunch of other memories invaded my brain. I thought that first kiss was incredible, and I remember when I kissed him again after over a year, back at my place. That time too, felt amazing. But today was different. The kiss we shared was full of promises and a future actually emanated from it. It was cheesy, and perhaps a bit silly, but it didn't matter if all this romantic jazz seemed to be coming straight out of a movie. It was my reality, and I wouldn't have wanted it otherwise.

I don't know how long we kissed but when his grip loosened, I heard a few 'woohoo's!' and 'congrats!' coming from our witnesses. Niall grabbed my hand and I bite my bottom lip, a bit embarrassed by the whole thing. We thanked the couple and shook their hands before walking towards the exit.

"You've got all the papers and stuff?" I asked, glancing at him.

"Mmhm, I do my love."

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

I turned to him and our lips curled at the same time. I let out a chuckle and he did too before we held each other's hand even tighter. Almost at the same time, we started running, pushing on the doors only to meet the lights of the town and I quickly looked up as I heard the sky growl.

"Shit, is that thunder?"

As if someone up there had heard my question, it started raining and I closed my eyes, feeling drops falling gently on my face. I shivered and Niall pulled on my hand as we started running again.

"Come on!"

I followed him, making our way through the cars and the people walking around. We looked a bit ridiculous in our wedding suits and dress, and I gripped his hand even tighter, realizing I left the flowers in the chapel. We were still laughing when we hopped in a taxi and I ran my hand in my face, knowing my make up was totally ruined.

"What are the chances of rain, in Vegas, in december?" Niall laughed, shaking his head. "Less than 5 percent i'm sure!" He turned to me and his smile faltered a bit. "Hey, you're cold?"

I shivered and nodded slowly before he made a quick head movement, inciting me to come closer. I did as he asked but quivered again in his arms. Despite the fact that he was warmer than me, his clothes were drenched too and it didn't really help but I didn't move, just enjoying the fact that we were cuddling.

We didn't talk on the drive back to the hotel, and we kept quiet in the elevator, too. It's only when the door of our suite closed behind us that he turned to me and smiled.

"We fuckin' did it." he just let out, shaking his head with a smile. "We got married. You're my wife."

I stared at him as a bunch of emotions invaded me. It was a mix of relief, happiness, excitement and love. I looked in the eyes of the man I wanted to spend my life with, knowing that I actually had just promised to love him forever, and it was not scary at all. It was pretty much the opposite of scary. I felt safe in a way I never did before.

"You're so beautiful." he let out in a low tone, taking a step closer and shaking his head slightly. "I'm in love with you."

I knew it was a lie. My make up was ruined, and my mascara was probably making big dark spots under my eyes, perhaps it was even sliding down my cheeks. My dress was soaked and so was my hair. All I cared about was the fact that my husband thought I was beautiful.

"If you think that right now, imagine when I put a little effort."

His lips curled a bit more but he just licked his lips. His suit was wet too and my eyes dropped to his chest. I moved my hands up and pushed on his jacket as it fell down on the carpet.

"Did we just get married?" I added as my whole body started throbbing.

"Fuck yea we did, petal."

"You're not gonna regret this tomorrow?" I asked again, raising my eyebrows.

"Not tomorrow. Not in a month, not in fifty years." he whispered, looking down at me as I unbuttoned his shirt slowly. "This was meant to be. Written in the stars, as you'd say."

I pressed my lips together, loosening his tie, and pushed his shirt away as it fell on the floor too. I pulled on his tie gently and he smiled, bending down until our mouths pressed together.

"You know what's next?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine.

"You're gonna fuck me into oblivion?"

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I'm gonna make love to my wife. And I swear you're never going to forget it." he explained, kissing me gently again. "And then, I'll fuck you. All night. Until we both pass out."

I didn't say anything but smiled more and he wrapped his arms around me to reach for the zipper of my dress, sliding it down very slowly. He moved my dress over my shoulders and I shivered a bit, realizing that my skin was wet too, and when he got down one of knee to pull on my dress, I smiled more. He moved back up, letting his fingertips run on my legs and thighs softly as I stood in front of him only in my underwear. I started working on his pants and tilted my head, blinking a few times.

"I'm so in love with you." I admitted, moving closer and running my hands on his ass gently, pushing his pants down. "I'll never be able to explain properly how I feel. It's killing me."

"You don't have to explain. I know. Because I feel the same." he whispered.

It was hard to believe but I just swallowed, trying to keep my tears in. Was it even possible that he loved me just as deeply as I loved him? Two years ago, I would have said no, but right now, after we just got married and seeing the way he was looking at me, I allowed myself to believe it.

He placed his hands on my waist and turned us around, pushing me backwards to the bed. Instead to throw me on it the way he normally does, I just lied down slowly and when he got on his knees between my legs, I let out a short chuckle.

"There are... mirrors up there."

Quickly, he tilted his chin and I felt my heart twist in my chest when his lips curled. Fuck, he was too pretty for words, shirtless and in simple white boxers, his tie still hanging loosely from his neck. I reached for it and pulled on it, making him fall on top of me. He laughed but held himself with his hands on each side of my face and I smiled more.

"It's perfect." I added with a smirk. "That was I can look at your ass while you make love to me."

"Mm, alright. but later we're gonna have to try other positions so I can be the one looking at you." He chuckled, brushing his lips up and down on mine.

"Deal."

He moved closer again, his lips sucking on my upper one before kissing me deeply. I whimpered in his mouth and he finally brought his kisses down my neck and to my breasts. I felt one of his hands travelling on my waist and pulling down the side of my panties. I moved my butt up to help him and when he was back on top of me, I quickly pushing on his boxers, glancing up at the ceiling and smiling when I saw his ass reflect in the mirror.

"Oh it's funny?" he asked, moving away to look in my eyes, a big smile on his lips.

"Very. I think we should buy mirrors for our room at home, too."

"Great minds, pet. I was thinking the same thing."

I giggled but he kissed me again and I pulled more on his boxers. He squirmed a bit and the only piece of clothing that was left was the tie around his neck. I spread my legs more and his lips moved to my ear as he sucked on it gently. It took him about a minute but he finally pushed himself inside me, making my eyes flutter and my lips part.

"Mm, I can't believe I'm inside my wife right now."

I chuckled but immediately let out an other whimper as he ground against me. The whole thing seemed to crazy yet so obvious at the same time. The thought of us making love and being married was incredibly exciting and it made me emotional. He started moving in and out of me so slowly that I felt my eyes flutter and roll back every time he was balls deep inside me.

"I'm so close already, how do you do that?"

I knew it was a mix of love and lust that made us so horny for each other, and I loved it. He kissed my bottom lip and part of my chin gently as I moaned and arched my back.

"I love you, I love you so much." I let out a bit louder than intended.

"I love you too, I'm so happy to be your husband."

It was the first time he pronounced that word and for some reason, the thought was so good it made me reach my peek immediately. I started shaking beneath him and to suppress my moans, he pressed his lips against mine.

"You feel amazing, oh my god!"

He shut his eyes tight as he reached an orgasm and watching him cum made me feel dizzy suddenly. He pushed himself as deep as he could and stopped moving for a while, groaning near my ear and making my lips part. When he became limp on top of me again, I started running my fingertips on his back and down to his butt. He leaned his forehead against mine and kissed my nose gently before I finally opened my eyes.

"Ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes. And it's a miracle I lasted that long." he laughed.

"I barely lasted five, you're good!" I admitted with a laugh, making him smile more.

He looked down at me and I could swear his eyes were sparkling. This was perfect. It was everything I had ever hoped for. It was everything I had ever wanted.

"Now sit down." I proposed, raising my eyebrows. "Let me ride you." I shrugged. "Unless you're not ready for round two?"

"Oh you know me, petal. I'm always ready."

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littledrummeraussie · 4 years

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Angie, darling I’ve been waiting for months for a continuation to the photographer!Ashton series 🥺❤️ could I have a blurb in the mean time 😍🍭 or a song that goes with it? 🎵🎶

babe 🥺😍 not many people talk about that one (wonder why Angie), but I’m so glad there is one more person out there who wants to know more about it 😭 also, I kinda realized I don’t know your name, so until then can I call you Sunny? cause you give me this sunshine feeling ☀️

🎶 I couldn’t just choose one song, so here are some that goes with the whole series (we shall get back to this discussion once I finally write it):

Talking Body by Tove Lo

Glad You Came by The Wanted

On What You’re On by Busted

Kinks Shirt by Matt Nathanson

Slow Hands by Niall Horan

Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol

Ava by Famy

It’s not always the lyrics - sometimes just the music or the mood of the song catches me.

As for the blurb... ❤️ (this turned out fluffy)

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“Stop it now.“

Ashton giggled under you, pulling back the camera so you couldn’t take it away from him, snapping another picture of you when you rolled your eyes. He’s been playing around with the setting on his new machine, trying them out one by one, and what better model could have he found than you, his own girlfriend. He lay back on the bed, making you sit up on his waist as he clicked through the different options, taking pictures of you to have an idea about how they will look once he started working with them.

“Come on, Y/N, they are just pictures,“ he pinched your side and took another photo of you as you swatted at his hand. “Most of them are blurry, anyway.“

“So much for being a professional,“ you teased him, and he laughed, finally putting the camera down on the nightstand.

“With frisky models like you it’s hard to take a still picture,“ he rubbed his palms against your hips, fingers lightly teasing under your shirt. “If you would just stay still for a moment we would be done sooner.“

“I just want my cuddles,“ you leaned forward, pushing your lips against his puckered ones. “How much do I have to work for them? You’ve been taking pictures of me for a half an hour now. That’s at least 30 minutes of cuddles.“

“You can get as many cuddles as you want if you let me take some more pictures,” Ashton pecked your nose, thumb brushing against your cheek. “I’ve brought some new polaroids and I want to try them out.“

“Alright, alright,“ you let out a faux annoyed huff, sitting back up on his waist. “You do that Andy Warhol.“

You lightly played with the fabric of his hoodie as he busied himself with the polaroid camera, waiting for him to tell you to pose or make a face or anything at all. You weren’t really fond of your own photos, but Ashton liked taking pictures of you for his own enjoyment, and you let him indulge in his hobby and work when he didn’t have an actual model or topic he wanted to explore. Sometimes all he needed was a few shots of you to finally put his camera away and instead give you the attention you’ve craved.

As the minutes passed by you’ve realized that he still didn’t say anything, and your gaze slid back to him, giving him a questioning look. Ashton smiled back at you, camera resting on his chest as his hand rubbed up and down on your thigh, and you needed to giggle.

“What?“ you asked with a chuckle, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear, suddenly feeling bashful.

“It’s nothing,“ he shook his head, lightly squeezing your knee. “You’re just... really pretty.“

“Nooo, stop,“ you buried your face in your palms, still laughing as he lightly poked your side, tickling you.

You felt his fingertips found the sensitive spot just under your ribs, and you pulled away with another laugh, feeling the invisible tickles on your skin. Click! Before you knew it you’ve heard the sound of the camera going off, the machine quickly printing out a picture. Ashton put down the camera next to the other, picking up the polaroid as he started shaking it, waiting for it to get developed.

“That’s not fair,“ you pouted, and Ashton gave you a toothy grin before looking at the picture.

“Aww, it’s really cute,“ he giggled, carefully examining all the small details. “I’m keeping this one.”

You quickly picked it out of his hand, wanting to see what made his eyes sparkle, what made him give you that stupid smile he usually had on his face when he was gushing about you. Your own face was scrunchy on the picture, he caught the moment when you were mid-laugh, eyes closed and hand in the air, ready to cover your mouth. Ashton grabbed the corner of the picture, pulling it from between your fingers.

“That goes into my wallet,“ he announced, and you rolled your eyes, trying to take it away from him. “Noo, you’re not getting it!“

“I look hideous,“ you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and it was Ashton’s turn to roll his eyes, pulling you down to himself to wrap you in his arms.

“You look absolutely gorgeous on it. Even if you don’t believe it yourself, you are the most beautiful to me,“ he kissed your forehead, your nose, and finally, your lips. “That picture captures everything that you are. Don’t take it away from me.“

“Alright, I hear you,“ you sighed, but a smile pulled at your lips as you cupped Ashton’s cheek. “You can keep it. But only if we can take one for me as well? Of you.“

“Do you want a polaroid or a phone selfie?“ Ashton tapped your nose with his finger, making you giggle again.

“Let’s make a polaroid. So I can keep your face with me the old-fashioned way...“

“Alright, Capa,“ Ashton laughed, reaching for his camera. “Do your worst. It’s gonna make the war photography archives.“

“Don’t be silly,“ you kissed his cheek, making him blush as you suddenly snapped his picture. “This one here? This one will go down in history as the cutest picture ever taken.“

“We could argue about that,“ he picked up the photo, shaking it as it started developing. “Your picture has already taken the title home.“

Ashton pulled you to his chest as you looked at the two photos side-to-side, both of them radiating the happiness and love you have felt for each other. You never would have admitted it to Ashton, but whenever you caught sight of the picture in his wallet, your heart started beating just a little harder for him.

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ofhoneyandrosepetals · 4 years

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The Favourite of the Gods

anon requested: Hi! Could you make an imagine where the reader is ivar girlfriend or is very close to him, and instead of killing Sigurd he kills her by accident when she tries to stop him? Pleaseeee

Pairing: Ivar x reader

Warnings: bit of violence

Word count: 1,886

Length: one-shot

A/N: I wanna thank the anon for requesting this - it sure was a fun thing to write! Already making good time of the quarantine. Stay safe and enjoy xx

Being as close to Ivar as you were had its ups and downs.

Ivar was always very kind and attentive with you. You’ve been by his side for as long as you could remember - you two always played together when you were kids. Aslaug took care of you when you were at the Great Hall, fulfilling as she could the absence of your long deceased mother - a shield-maiden, fighting side by side with Lagertha, the first wife of Ivar’s father.

Ivar and his temper weren’t strangers for you, but most of times you weren’t in his danger area - you could count on one hand the times he had been rude to you, but you were never the reason of it. Also, he had never lost his temper towards you.

How could he?, you being truly loyal to him. You were different from the other kids - you didn’t avoid him and you didn’t paid him any pity behavior. Ivar was simply a kid who couldn’t walk. What was the big deal?

It was no surprise that, as you two grew, so did your feelings for each other.

And it wasn’t a surprise that none of you had the guts to tell each other.

And everyone could see it, except both of you.

But always being by Ivar’s side had a couple of low points, the very first of them being the target of silly stupid jokes of his brothers. The worst of them was Sigurd in the first place, followed by Hvitserk and then Ubbe. In front of you Ubbe was kind, but when he was with his brothers his behavior would totally change.

You never cared about all of that, but Ivar couldn’t help himself - he always snapped at his brothers, mainly Sigurd.

People of Kattegat would always whisper about you - were you two together? How could you like Ivar, one way or another?

You didn’t care for any of it, as long as you had Ivar there with you. He was different not only from his brothers, but from all the people of Kattegat - he was extremely clever, perseverant and had the most unique humour. What the Gods took from him they gave him other things in exchange.

It was no wonder that, when Ivar came back from Wessex without Ragnar and decided to avenge him with the Great Army, you tagged along. Not in the war, of course - you weren’t a warrior, neither a shield-maiden. You were just you, Ivar’s best friend, the daughter of the smith. Ivar’s love interest - although you didn’t know that.

The Great Army won, and the Ragnarssons were having a feast - Ivar insisted that you joined him at the table with his brothers, but you declined, claiming that only family should be there.

“You are family, Y/N,” he said.

“I mean only the Ragnarssons, Ivar,” you said in a sweet tone.

“Yeah little brother, only men here. Put her in the table with the other women, where she belongs,” Sigurd said. His comment hurt your feelings, for it was quite unnecessary.

“Come on, there is no need for that,” argued Ubbe. Ivar’s gaze was at Sigurd, his jaw clenching, his hands in fist, trying to contain his anger. You held his fist and whispered at his ear:

“It is your victory, Ivar. Do not let him ruin it. I will be fine, truly,” you gave him a soft little smile.

“You will sit at Harald’s table. That is the closest,” Ivar’s tone showed that it would be no argument over it. You nodded and sat between Harald and Halfdan.

“I guess being Ivar’s puppy does not grant you much advantages as you imagined, right?” Halfdan said.

“I am not his puppy,” you said only.

“Of course not,” it was his response.

You were used to these kind of comments, so it didn’t bother you so much.

“He might be young, but he is very much clever,” you said.

“At what point?” Harald asked figuratively.

“To all the points. He is the favourite of the Gods.”

“Favourite of the Gods?” Mocked Halfdan. “It is no wonder that the Gods have a different type of humour,” you slammed your fist at the table.

“The Gods act in the most different ways, that is for sure. But you do not, ever, should doubt of them. Ivar is the favourite of the Gods.”

“Whatever you say. We are just their toys anyway. We only fit to give them joy.”

Ivar was paying attention to what was happening at your table.

“So,” Bjorn stands up and raises his horn. “Our victory was greatly succeeded. Skål!”

Everyone raised their horns.

“Skål!” You said along.

As Bjorn sat down, Ivar began explaining he would stay, but to make use of the Great Army, and not to settle down as a farmer. Many amount of people cheered at him, including you. With an army as great as this one, who would want to stay and settle, like Ivar said? There it was a chance to attack and raid and leave being conquerors.

As the warriors were occupied talking with themselves, cheering, it seemed to you that the Ragnarssons were having some kind of disagreement. You’ve been by their side long enough to know when the thing was beginning to get serious. Sigurd felt uncomfortable on his seat.

“Who among you will follow me?” Ivar began again, ignoring his brothers. “Who will follow me into battle, for the love of Odin, the All-Father?!” Most of men were cheering Ivar, applauding him. You followed them into shouts.

The discussion among the Ragnarssons took place over the table again, this time between Sigurd and Ivar. This couldn’t be a good sign - of course any discussion between these two was a bad thing, but Ivar was already pissed at Sigurd for not letting you sit with them. This could only end badly.

“We have to stick together,” Sigurd was reasoning.

“Frankly, dear Sigurd, I do not care what you say; the truth is, I would not even piss down your throat even if your lungs were on fire,” Ivar said that loud enough so everyone could hear it. You were already standing up, hands on the table, ready to take a step if needed. Everyone laughed of Ivar’s comment.

“Well, maybe that is because you are not really a man, are you… Boneless?” Sigurd had a petulant tone. You had no idea what Sigurd was talking about, nor what did he meant. Ivar freezed, apparently in shock. You went around the table, ready to go up where they were. Ivar was silent while Harald and Halfdan declared their intentions, whether they’re going with Bjorn into the Mediterranean or having other business elsewhere.

Bjorn provoked Ivar about his intentions with the Great Army.

“After all, what kept the Ragnarssons together was the death of their father.”

Ivar leaned on the table, shoving away his shockness. “Who does not want to treat the army together maybe it is you, who wants to go away to sunny places! Everyone else can follow me,” you knew well enough that slightly hint that took over Ivar’s tone.

Sigurd got up, raising his voice. “I do not want to follow you, Ivar. You are crazy. You have the mind of a child,” Ivar growled.

“And all you do is play music, Sigurd,” Ivar showed his teeth.

“I am just as much a son of Ragnar as you are.”

“I am not so sure. As far as I remember, Ragnar did not play the oud…”

Bjorn interrupted them, trying to make it stop.

“This has nothing to do with you!” Ivar’s tone was one of those, when he was about to completely lose his mind.

“That is not going to end well,” you said to yourself, preparing to climb.

“I guess it must be hard for you now that your mommy is dead, knowing she is the only one who ever loved you,” Sigurd said and, as he said it, you reached at the table.

It was no secret that Aslaug was a sensible matter to Ivar.

“Ivar,” you called him, but his movements were too fast. And you were too late.

When you were right in the line of his sight, his axe was already leaving his hand, aiming at Sigurd. But who could know that you would’ve stayed right in front of Sigurd, just seconds before the axe would hit him?

At first you felt the biggest pressure on your chest, followed by an excruciating pain. Then it was hard to breath and you felt yourself trembling. You couldn’t stop looking at Ivar.

“Stop,” you said too late. It felt like your entire body was late. You extended your arm in Ivar’s direction.

He was in shock. What had he done? When he saw you extending your arm to him he left the chair, crawling to you as you fell.

“Oh by the Gods, what have you done? What have I done? Why didn’t you stay where you were?” His voice was trembling, his eyes already soaked. His hands were caressing your loose hair and your cheeks.

“Because…” It felt impossible to talk. “Because you could not live…” You sighed. “You could not live with Sigurd’s death at your hands…”

“No, you silly woman,” he sniffed. “I could not live with your death. I cannot live without you, Y/N. I can’t,” his tears dropped at your cheeks.

“I… I did not know you would…”

“Me neither. I… I lost my shit, I am so sorry, Y/N. And once again you had to pay for it,” more tears fell.

“I only wanted…”

“To stop the argument, I know my dear, I know,” he touched your forehead with his. “I love you, Y/N. I have always loved you, and not for a second I stopped. I am so sorry, I am so sorry I could only say it now, and not sooner. What kind of a man am I?”

“You are… Ivar… the Boneless…” You made the greatest of the efforts to raise your hand and touch his lips. “I…”

“What?” He said desperate, looking for the words on your face.

“I lo…”

“Y/N? Oh no, no Y/N, just stay with me, stay with me, Y/N!”

“I love you too… my Ivar,” you shut your eyes; you couldn’t take it anymore.

Ivar couldn’t stop shouting your name, and eventually he screamed to the sky, a roar that could’ve reached Valhalla, so everyone in the whole nine worlds would know about your tragedy.

You felt your strength leaving you, your life vanishing. It was calm.

Everyone was looking astonished at Ivar and you. If it wasn’t for you, Ivar would’ve killed Sigurd. He fell on the chair, not believing for a moment how his fate changed in a matter of short seconds.

“No…” It was all what Hvitserk could manage.

Ivar again roared at the sky, and this time thunders answered him, as if Thor was hitting his Mjolnir, letting everyone know about what just happened. The sky became darker and darker until the rain came, washing your blood from the wood while Ivar stayed by your side, holding your hands.

“There it is,” said Halfdan lowly.

“What?” Asked Harald.

“Ivar the Boneless. The favourite of the Gods.”

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recurring-polynya · 4 years

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Bollywood Review Time!

Today, I am going to talk about Om Shanty Om, a very good movie that was Not For Me.

Let me back up. People recommend stuff to me a lot and I try to watch it and talk about it, and I always feel bad when I don’t like it. This one was recommended to me by my friend @serene-faerie I want to make it very clear that you, reader, may like this film very much! It was a strange perfect storm of Things I Don’t Care For, and I actually rather enjoyed the experience of picking apart what I didn’t like about from what I did, because honestly, I am always interested in the ways stories are told and what stories say about themselves.

Cut for spoilers and also length

First off the bat-- this is not a film for the Bollywood beginner. It’s sort of a meta-narrative, with a ton of cameos from famous stars and jokes about Bollywood tropes and directors and such. There’s a ten-minute dance number in the middle that’s just famous people showing up to get down and everybody cheers every time someone new rolls in. I have only actually seen a handful of Bollywood films, mostly made after this one (it was made in 2007), and I could tell that there were a ton of gags and references that flew over my head. I got the sense, both from watching it, and from reading reviews, that this was all very well done and funny, I just didn’t have the proper frame of reference to appreciate it.

The main character, Om, is played by Shah Rukh Khan, an incredibly famous Bollywood star whom I had never heard of before watching this film. In the beginning, Om is a somewhat-bumbling movie extra, dreaming of stardom, flipping his hair, and falling in love with a beautiful starlet on a billboard. I… was not taken in by his charms. I feel like I really missed out by not knowing who Shah Rukh Khan was ahead of time. That was sort of an interesting thought to me-- that a famous actor brings the good will of all his previous roles to a movie with him, and that it was very interesting to me to watch a film stripped of that context. I was literally shocked when halfway through the film, he rips off his shirt and had killer abs, I was absolutely not expecting it.

The deal of the movie is that, through a series of coincidences, Om meets Shanti, the actress of his dreams (from the billboard). She is played by Deepika Padukone, who I fell for immediately. She is gorgeous and had a ton of charisma. This movie seems like it’s going to be a love story, but it really isn’t. Shanti is charmed by Om’s sweetness, but she’s already in a doomed secret marriage with a scumbag director, Mukesh, who ends up murdering her when she wants him to publicly acknowledge her, which is kinda time sensitive, because she is pregnant. Mukesh had planned to have her star in a lavish movie spectacle called Om Shanti Om, but when she forces his hand, he burns the set down with her locked inside. Om witnesses all this; he tries to save her and dies in the process.

Om happens to die in the same hospital where a famous director’s child is being born, and he is reincarnated as the baby, and grows up to have the life he always wanted-- that of a Bollywood superstar. His name is still Om, but his nickname is O.K., so I am going to call him that to distinguish between 1977 Om and 2007 Om. He meets Mukesh again who is now a super-successful Hollywood producer. O.K. gets all the memories of his past life back, and decides to Get Revenge by proposing to do a remake of Om Shanti Om. He finds a wanna-be actress, Sandy, who looks exactly like Shanti, and has her haunt the set in order to make Mukesh think he is going crazy (and maybe also confess? It’s not a terribly clear-cut plan). You might think that Sandy is the reincarnation of Shanti, but Shanti’s ghost shows up in the grand finale of the film, so I guess she wasn’t?? You also might expect O.K. and Sandy to have some romantic feelings, but they really don’t, and in fact, O.K. is actually pretty mean to Sandy, even though she is extremely sweet and I don’t see how anyone could possibly be mean to her.

The movie is lush. The costumes are elaborate, the sets are lavish, the dance numbers are many and long. There is not a single scene without an off-screen fan to dramatically tousle the actors’ hair. I actually rather liked the last act of the movie where they were gaslighting Mukesh and it was over-the-top, scenery-chewing, Hamlet--play-with-in-a-play madness. A chandelier falls on someone. A lot of the end doesn’t even make a lot of sense or exist in any sort of linear time, cutting between the film-within-a-film and dance numbers and what’s “really happening” and I really had no problem with any of this. I actually really liked the amount of meta that was happening and the breakdown of boundaries, and I found the end to be reasonably satisfying.

So what didn’t I like about it?

The entire film relies on you being charmed by Om and I did not care for him. We all have this set of trope personality types that we enjoy and fall for, and “young person who dreams of making it big on the stage/screen” is a huge swipe left for me. Give me a stolid second-in-command who has been stationed at an ice wall for 30 years to protect his homeland. A incredibly tired dude muttering “fuck” as he wades into a swamp to fight a bog zombie, because who else is gonna? My dude turn-ons include duty and self-sacrifice and really good posture. I couldn’t watch Naruto because everyone spouted off about “their dreams” too much, and I thought Om should have cut his losses and gotten a real job. I am who I am.

There’s a weird fine line between “meta,” that is, stories about storytelling and presentation and media, and movies about being in love with making movies. I like the former a lot and I do not care for the latter one bit. I did stage crew for a high school production of 42nd Street and I have a very distinct memory of thinking “this is a play about putting on a play. Why on earth would anyone who is not an actor want to watch this?” I also hate books where the main character is a writer (yes, Stephen King, this is a call-out). I also hate biopics about musicians and actors. I honestly do not care about the craft, and the “magic of cinema” has never been a thing I have found remotely compelling.

What I love about reincarnation storylines is the period where the characters recognize the feelings and memories that are tied to their previous lives-- where they see someone and can feel their old emotions for this person, but without knowing why. This is where I live. I eat this with a spoon. I want this to prolong the emotional burn, because the characters don't know what are their own feelings and what comes from their past lives, and that there are conflicts that must be resolved for both lifetimes. Alternatively, you can also use a reincarnation storyline to skip the emotional burn entirely, by just having the character “get all their memories back in one fell swoop.” This is… the opposite of what I want. This is what Om Shanty Om does. I felt deeply cheated.

Relatedly, the entire theme of the movie was "When you want something badly, the whole universe conspires to give to you", a sentiment I wholeheartedly disagree with. I love stories about the conflict between agency and destiny, I think this is a really meaty subject, but once again, the movie used it as an excuse to let the characters sit back and do nothing and have a solution to their problems drop into their laps. I am sure you could make an argument for the charm of this viewpoint, but it is not for me.

I like dance numbers all right, but they are not why I watch Bollywood films. This movie is over two hours long and a lot of it was dance numbers. I was very tired of dance numbers by the end. That being said, the titular song was a bop and I had it stuck in my head for days. “Disco of Distress” was my second favorite.

I do not really feel a lot of nostalgia for the late 1970s, which is when the first half of the film takes place. If noisy patterns and kitsch and big winks and goofy hair is your period aesthetic, you will enjoy this part a lot!

Here’s what I did like!

Sunglasses. There were so many good sunnies in this film. So many. A parade of excellent shades.

Deepika Padukone. She is so adorable, for one, and she charmed me in every way that Shah Rukh Khan did not. I loved her both as the melancholy starlet Shanti and the doofy, gum-chewing Sandy, and also the Angry Revenge Ghost at the end. I would say this movie is 75% Om and 25% Shanti, and I would have liked it a lot better if it were the other way around. Sandy had basically no agency whatsoever; the second half of the plot was basically about O.K. getting revenge on Mukush... mostly for himself? I liked that the first half of the movie didn’t make Shanti fall in love with the puppy-like Om just because he was devoted to her, but it would have been a nice reversal if the jaded O.K. had softened toward Sandy more in the second act, and that there had been a bit of a love story to temper the revenge plot.

The idea of the plot. The plot described in words is very cool to me, and there was a period of about 3 minutes in the film when O.K. recognizes Om’s mother when I got real excited about where this was going, and then I realized it wasn’t going where I wanted and was sad again. I think I might have liked it better if the movie started out with O.K. and revealed Om’s story slowly, through flashback, but nothing about this movie catered to my narrative aesthetic, so I eventually gave up with ways of trying to fix it.

Anyway, as I said, I can definitely see how someone could love this movie! If you are a big Bollywood buff and you love dance numbers and silliness and Shah Rukh Khan, I would recommend it in a second! It was strangely almost tailor-made to hit some of my pet peeves, and I was mad because I wanted to like it more than I did.

That’s my review! @serene-faerie I hope you still love me even though I didn’t like your movie. I am always trying to expand my movie knowledge and I learned a lot watching this one, and I don’t regret watching it, even though it wasn’t my fave.

#bollywood #om shanti om #reincarnation stories

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slash-em-up · 4 years

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On the Care and Feeding of Tiny Humans: The Collector/Laid to Rest Crossover

This is all fluff - very OOC, and only semi-ties in to my other Collector and L2R stories. Written to make you feel better on a sad day.

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“Why do the butterflies run into the light like that?”

“What?”

“The butterflies! They keep hitting the light! Why do they do that?”

“... those aren’t butterflies, Addy. They’re Quaker moths.”

“... Oh.”

“Dr. Asa, why do the cracker moths run into the light?”

Asa sighed. This was not at all how he’d been wanting to spend his weekend.

The tiny girl sitting next to him looked up expectantly. Her blonde curls gently fluffed in the warm summer breeze as her feet swung back and forth under Asa’s porch swing.

Addy had come to be in his care under completely unexpected circumstances. She was the child of an... associate of Asa’s named Jesse Cromeans.

Jesse went by the moniker ChromeSkull among some of the bloodier channels; but he had somehow managed to fit a wife (now deceased) and child into his life.

Asa couldn’t understand why or how on multiple levels, but thankfully that wasn’t his problem... until now.

Jesse has run afoul of a particularly rough branch of mafiosos in his day-time business dealings, and they’d brazenly grabbed Addy as leverage.

Thankfully (not in Asa’s opinion), they’d chosen to hold Addy in Illinois, taking her across the country from her father and his corporation and squarely into Asa’s hunting grounds.

One supposedly abandoned warehouse, several highly lethal traps, and a boatload of blood later found Asa confronted by a tiny waifish girl saying he ‘looked just like her daddy’s friend!’ and running at him full speed for a hug.

Highly suspicious and not quite willing to give up a potential catch, Asa had sent a quick text to Jesse.

A: You’re not missing your toddler are you?

Jesse responded almost immediately.

J: Where the fuck are you???

A: Ilinois where do you think?

J: You have Addy?

Asa snapped a quick pic of Addy and sent it off with a ‘whoosh’.

A: I think this is yours, right?

J: Yes, is she hurt??

A: Not as far as I can see.

J: My plane is already on standby, I’ll be there in five hours.

A: But what do I - LOW POWER, PLEASE PLUG IN YOUR PHONE

‘Fuck.’

Asa’s phone died. In his hour of need.

His hand tightened around the plastic body, ready to throw or crush it when Addy drew his attention once more.

The small girl was inspecting one of the AR-15s the mafia thugs had been carrying before they expired.

Not an expert on children by any means, even Asa could infer that Jesse would probably not be pleased if his offspring was killed by a self-inflicted gunshot wound.

Moving purposefully across the floor, Asa snatched the rifle from Addy’s small, pale hands.

“No guns. Don’t touch anything. Your father is coming to get you.”

Momentarily looking put-out that her toy was taken away, Addy perked up at this news.

“Daddy? Oh thank you Mr. Collector!”

Asa held out his arms to avoid another hug from the affectionate girl.

“Don’t call me that. You can call me Dr. Emory or Mr. Emory.... or Asa I suppose; but I prefer Dr. Emory.”

Addy took a moment to digest this new information before blasting Asa with a sunny smile.

“Ok Dr. Asa!”

Another sigh. This looked like it was going to be a long night.

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Burkhard and Hellstrom were both going to the pound first thing in the morning.

Asa seethed internally as his prize German Shepherds crawled and whined like lap dogs as Addy handed out kisses and belly rubs with alacrity.

Hellstrom licked furiously at the little girls face, causing her to shriek with laughter.

“Silly Helly!! Stop that!!”

Not to be outdone, Burkhard joined in the fun, lapping at the girls hands and neck until she toppled over onto the living room rug.

That’s about enough of that.

“Hellstrom, Burkhard. Home!” Asa snapped, walking forward. He was more than ready for this nonsense to be over.

As the dogs skittered through the house to their kennel, Addy righted herself and stood, grabbing Asa’s pant leg for leverage.

A gurgle interrupted anything either might have said.

Addy looked down at her dusty dress, holding her small hands to her stomach.

“Dr. Asa, I’m hungry.”

The tall man stiffened. This was exactly what he’d been trying to avoid.

He glanced despairingly at the clock – another 3 hours at least until Jesse arrived to pick up his spawn.

“… are you sure?”

Addy nodded frantically, pouting as her tummy let out another loud rumble.

“… what do you eat?”

The blonde child cocked her head, thinking hard for a second before answering.

“Well sometimes I get to eat Cap’n Crunch, but that’s only in the mornings, and sometimes my nanny makes me french toasties; but those are only yummy with syrup… oh, and daddy makes really gooey mac-n-cheese. He always puts peas in it though. He says they’re good for me. Can you make mac-n-cheese?”

Asa blanched but kept his expression neutral.

“Maybe. Let’s go see.”

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As it turns out, Asa could not make mac-n-cheese – at least, not by Addy’s estimation.

The child sat on a chair next to him, watching ingredients go into the pot, and he was reminded of a particularly picky professor from his years in grad school who would stand and critique every analysis he made.

“Daddy doesn’t put that in there…”

Asa pursed his lips in annoyance.

“Well I’m not your daddy, and I do.”

Addy pouted once more and crossed her tiny arms across her chest.

“Can I play with the puppies again?”

“Not until after dinner.”

“Why do you have so many bugs in your house? Nanny says that only dirty houses have bugs.”

“I’m an entomologist. They’re specimens.”

“… what’s an entomomogist?”

“… *sigh* I’m a bug doctor.”

Addy’s eyes grew wide in awe at Asa’s statement.

“A bug doctor? But bugs don’t talk! How do they tell you they’re sick?”

“…You’ll find out when you’re older.”

That was something people said to kids, right?

Nodding sagely, Addy seemed content to accept this answer. Relief spread through Asa and he offered the girl a slight smile as he dished up two plates of his concoction.

Once they were seated at the table, Asa immediately began to eat, expecting no interruptions now that Addy had food in front of her.

A tap on his shoulder proved him wrong once again.

Addy had turned herself to face him and held a spoonful of steaming noodles up towards his face expectantly.

Asa quirked a brow.

“What do you want?”

“It’s too hot.”

“Then wait for it to cool down.”

“Can you blow on it?”

His mouth worked up and down stupidly at the inquiry, quite unprepared to be asked something like that.

Asa hesitantly pursed his lips and blew a stream of air onto the spoon, watching the steam waft off into the ether.

“Thank you, Dr. Asa.”

Addy smiled sweetly, stuck the large spoon into her mouth, and immediately lost half her food onto her skirt.

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Addy was curled up fast asleep on the large leather couch when Jesse’s car screeched into the driveway.

The tall man was out of the vehicle and up the porch steps by the time Asa opened the door. Jesse muscled past him, striding quickly over to his daughter and kneeling by her side.

His hand stretched out and gently shook Addy’s shoulder, making the girl moan in annoyance.

The annoyance turned to ecstatic joy as her eyes slid open and saw her fathers face in front of her.

“Daddy!”

Jesse’s arms were immediately wrapped around his child as she flung herself up into his strong grip.

As she was held, Addy launched into her tales of adventure. From being taken by the ‘bad men’ away from her school, to meeting ‘Dr. Asa’, to petting Burkhard and Hellstrom and even Petunia ‘the nicest spider in the world!’.

“Daddy, can I have a tarantula?”

Jesse’s shoulders shook in relieved laughter as he nodded.

Asa stood in the doorway, leaning casually and observing the pair’s reunion. He didn’t feel much besides relief that Addy would soon be out of his hair.

He suspected the fact that the sweet scene inspired so little in him could be chalked up to his general disengagement from most of what people would consider ‘normal’ emotions. And on top of that seeing a parent and child embrace so freely and obviously affectionately was foreign from an experiential level as well for Asa – big thanks to mother and father for that.

But oh well, he supposed if pressed, he’d admit Addy had only been mildly annoying, which was far better than he’d anticipated. She’d even liked Petunia, which was a mark in her favor. He’d have to send Jesse a list of things they’d need in the house if Addy really wanted her own spider.

His mental list-making was interrupted by a hand on his shoulder.

Jesse stood behind him – towering over Asa as he always did; but his usual intimidating demeanor was neutered by the small blonde girl clinging happily to his shoulder.

Jesse quickly signed to Asa:

‘Thank you. I know you don’t understand this but you’ve done me a great service. If you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call.’

Asa nodded in acknowledgment, mouth twitching as Jesse slapped him on the shoulder.

“Bye Dr. Asa! Give Helly, Burky, and Petunia kisses from me!”

Jesse’s mouth pressed into a thin line, testing the limits of his fortitude to suppress a smile at his daughters request.

Asa sighed for what he hoped would be the last time that evening.

“Goodbye Addy.”

Jesse nodded his goodbye and stepped out the door to his car, buckling Addy into the backseat before starting the car and speeding off into the night.

Asa watched from his porch until the cars tail lights were no longer visible.

Closing his door, he turned and surveyed the room – seeing the rumpled blanket and pillows he’d wrapped Addy in; the dirty dishes; the paper spread across the floor and covered in childish scribbles – and decided that for once cleanup could wait until the morning.

#jessica writes #the collector #slasher fiction #asa emory #asa emory & addy cromeans (NOT SHIP)#jesse cromeans #chromeskull #the collector 2009 #the collection 2012 #laid to rest #laid to rest 2

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nuage-s-den · 5 years

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Have you ever heard “for you” by tonight alive? it’s pretty sappy, but it has such strong birdflash vibes “for you I would fly without wings/and for you I would run like the sun chases the moon”

I must admit, this is the first piece I’ve written that feels fluid for a long time. Thank you for sending me a song, it is a lovely one (definitely screams Birdflash, haha!). For everyone else who’s sent a request, I swear I am still slowly working on them, and I promise you’ll get a little something as well. :)

Birdflash drabble #4 - A little more than best friends

No warnings aside from the risk of cavities… Ah, and no beta’d and written by a messy non-English writer hahaha.

It started as a simple conversation, a simple idea Donna threw in the air and that the team picked on. With the summer holiday coming to an end and the first day of school approaching fast, the five friends decided to have one last evening of fun before getting dragged back to the dull yet stressful routine that came with every Septembers. Sitting at the terrace of their favourite cafe, each shared their desires. Garth suggested going to the lake now that most tourists were gone, Roy was fine with anything as long as he could bring his itty bitty daughter. Wally wasn’t very picky, unlike when they organized outings that were related to restaurants. Dick mentioned wanting to make a bond fire, and Donna only wanted to go someplace where she could expand her portfolio by taking pictures of the scenery.

“Alright so let me just summarize what we have so far.” She had kept track of everyone’s wishes by scribbling down on a napkin. “We are looking to go somewhere with a place to swim, somewhere that’s safe for little Lian and where it is okay to make a fire.” Her friends nodded.

“Wally doesn’t care as long as we bring enough food for his bottomless stomach.” Dick, the youngest of the team, snickered before he and his best friend began a playful “poke war.”

Donna gently tapped her bottom lip with the end of her pen as she thought of a place that could satisfy everyone. "Oh.“ Her eyes light up. “How about we go to the Moonstone river? I went there once with my photography class. Granted, it is a bit of a treck to get there, but it fits pretty much everyone’s request. And we could camp for the night.” Donna watched as her friends thought about it and seemed to agree on her proposal. With a smile, she announced: “Then it’s decided! We will meet early on Thursday and spend the night there.” Each rose their drink and cheered.

It was already sunny when the group met at the entrance of the provincial park. Dick was the first on sight when Donna and Garth arrived. Roy followed shortly; his daughter held his hand and hopped as she played imaginary hopscotch. As always, Wally was the last one to get there and was shy of being half an hour late. Funnily enough, Lian was the one to scold him for taking so long.

The walk up to the river took the group two hours to complete, which was relatively fast seeing how often they had to stop either because Donna argued she wouldn’t forgive them if they didn’t let her take that one perfect shot of birds and wildflowers, or to entertain the toddler who occasionally got tired of walking. With Lian riding his back, Wally became her private “horsey” and was ordered to run up the slope as fast as he could.

“You’re slow, West.” Of course, Dick had to tease him. And of course, Wally took it as a challenge. The two began to walk with long strides, teasing the other when one gained some distance. The rest of the group watched them hurry, shaking their heads as they were used to their silly shenanigans. Once they reached the top, Wally and Dick were out of breath with Wally sitting down and Dick leaning on his knees.

As expected, the provincial park’s river was beautiful. The water trickled down the rocks and reflected the sun; it was surprisingly not too cold to the touch. A few people had already claimed some spots around the water, but it was relatively calm, and the group didn’t have trouble finding their perfect place to camp. Putting their backpacks down, Garth and Wally hurriedly undressed and jumped into the water with Wally immediately regretting it. “It’s cold!”Meanwhile, Roy helped his daughter take out her clothes and gently applied sunscreen to her sensitive skin. The young father talked with his child, a relaxed and fond look softening his face. Dick watched them from afar, smiling and remembering how his father used to speak to him with a similar expression before passing away. At the same time, Donna was already taking pictures of everyone. She always said that the best photos were taken au naturel. A big, wet golden retriever whose smile could melt the iciest hearts ran up to her to greet her while ignoring his owner’s calls.

“A puppy!” Not even after a blink, Wally was next to her on the floor and hugging, kissing the wet dog. “Who’s a good boy? What’s your name? Where do you come from? Are you having fun?” He talked with a high pitch voice which caused the dog to wag its tail even harder. “Donna! Donna! You better immortalize this beautiful creature with your super photographing skills!” Ah yes, Wally sure loved dogs. But his canine friend noticed someone else and without a goodbye, ran past him to jump on another unexpected victim. Dick was halfway into the water, showing off his ricochet skills to Lian, when the golden retriever jumped next to him, making a splash big enough to soak him entirely. There was a couple of laughs as the teenager’s cheeks turned a little pink.

When the evening came, the sun began its journey to the west, leaving the sky like a palette of pink and blue. Most of the people had left earlier, and eventually, the team had to say goodbye to Mr. Snufflekins the golden retriever who had “helped” them collect enough wood to start their fire. Once it was big enough, the five friends began to prepare their meal: hot dogs cooked over the fire and roasted marshmallows. Because most of them had a competitive nature, they decided to make the marshmallow prepping a contest; the person who made a marshmallow with a delicate crust on the outside, but still soft in the inside would be crowned king or queen of the fire. And because the truth always comes out of a children’s mouth, Lian was designed as the judge for the contest. Carefully, she took a bite of each marshmallow, looking as if she was degusting them with the taste bud of a real chef. Finally, she proclaimed her overly burnt entry as the winner and no one dared challenge her choice. Laughter and horrible singing attempts filled the silence of the night. Garth was the first one to fall asleep, hugging an empty backpack and a kid playing with his hair. Wally dared Roy to draw on his face but was disappointed when he learned of the lack of marker.

When dawn came, Dick was still awake. Sitting with his arms loosely hugging his knees, he watched as the moon and the stars shared the sky with the rising sun. The trickle of the river along with the melody of the songbirds made everything so peaceful. Most of his friends were still asleep, having consumed too much food, energy and, yes, a couple of beers. Someone sat next to him, yawning loudly and stretching. “What are you doing up so early? I thought you were a night owl?” Wally asked as he followed the younger man’s gaze.

“And miss this?” Dick grinned, listening as Wally hummed next to him. They remained like this for a while, comfortable with the silence that settled between them.

“You know, I think I might have a little too much to drink yesterday.”

Wally turned his head toward his best friend. There was a slight tint of pink on his face. “Yeah?” Dick’s smile was soft, and Wally felt as if his blue eyes had captured the stars and the moon for they were shining with something magical. Wally felt drawn to him; his hand moved to gently cup his best friend’s cheek without him realizing. Dick’s skin felt cool to the touch, and Wally could feel him accept the touch as he pressed against his palm. Something was happening, he told himself. There was a spark in his eyes, a zing in his heart. It was just like any cliche movies described it, and Wally wondered if Dick was feeling the same thing.

As if Nature was encouraging him, Wally leaned a little closer as the breeze gently pushed his back. There was a moment of hesitation as if neither boys knew what they were doing. “Dude, can I…” Wally started. For once he felt at a loss of words. Dick’s hand rested over his as he nodded. Shortly after, their lips were sealed, and their arms moved so they could embrace each other tenderly. The moment only lasted for seconds, but to them, it felt like a lifetime.

“I guess that makes us something a little more than best friends,” Dick said, his voice a little unsure. Wally gently lowered him to the ground, holding him as if he was a porcelain doll who could break with any sudden movement.

“Who said we can’t be best friends and something a little more?”

#birdflash #dickwally #wallydick #dick grayson #wally west #fab 5 #kibbles writes #thank you for participating!#i know you like the fab 5 so i thought i would do a story including them!!!#hope i didn't destroyed the characters holy crap #otp: let's grow old together

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lahelable · 5 years

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Cardiac Arrest

Inspiration: Open Heart from Choices

Pairing: MC x Bryce but also some jealous angst from Ethan

Description: A one shot after Chapter 10. The Open Heart MC (Lottie) has returned to Edenbrook after visiting Miami with Ethan Ramsey.

Author Note: In this version, MC is romancing Bryce and, although she respects and likes Ethan, she is beginning to realise that he is a bit of a dick! Sorry Ethan stans!

Lottie

My eyes opened lazily and I smiled at being back in my own room again. The trip to Miami was fun... well, it was good but I'm not sure if fun is the right word.

It definitely wasn't as awkward as I'd imagined. I'd envisioned uncomfortable silences with Dr Ramsey, or even worse - him criticising everything I did. I expected "Keep your voice down Rookie. This isn't spring break," or "Rookie, are you really going to wear that? It's rather short."

But, for the most part, it was actually nice getting to know Ethan a little. We definitely had a few moments where I noticed him looking at my legs, or he leaned too far in as he whispered to me.

However, it was all harmless flirtation; a few silly moments on a little vacation away in sunny Miami. What happens in Miami... I shake my head and laugh. Nothing happened! Although I had a strange feeling Ethan wanted it to.

But none of that mattered. I was eager to get up and ready, and head off to work. Mostly because I love my job but a part of me also really missed Bryce. He'd texted me a cute message while I was away, hoping I was having a good time. It had made me smile after a long day. I'm not sure what we have, but whatever it is is fun and exciting. I need his positivity in my life.

It was mid-morning before I saw the cheeky surgeon. He sidled up to me as I was checking a patient's biopsy report at the nurses' station.

"Hey there, Dr Bedford," he winked, leaning on the desk. "Long time no see."

I grinned at his easy nature and cocksure smirk.

"Hey there yourself, Dr Lahela. Have you missed me?" I joked.

"Yes," he said, holding my gaze. I blushed. I didn't expect such a straight answer. A joke or flirtatious comment, sure. "Did you, ah... did you miss anyone at all?" He flipped his hair in a supposedly nonchalant way.

I laughed.

"Well, I did miss Regina," I nodded toward the friendly nurse who was trying not to look like she was listening to us, but she smiled at that comment. Bryce's face fell for a fraction of a second and I couldn't bear to do this to him.

"Of course i missed you," I admitted and he grinned widely. I swatted his arm with my file. "Happy?"

"Extremely," he winked and went to walk off. "Although I wasnt worried. How could you not miss this?" He stretched his arms out wide and shrugged.

"Watch it!"

Bryce walked backwards into another doctor.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

"Just watch where you're walking." It was Ethan. I mean... Dr Ramsey. "Rookie, my office, now."

I shot Bryce an apologetic glance, but he looked a bit pissed off. Ramsey guided me towards the elevator.

As the doors closed and the lift began to move, he cleared his throat.

"I dont know how you put up with him."

I turned, stunned into confused silence for a moment.

"What?"

"The surgical intern. Hes too full of himself."

"Well... hes just confident. He's a good guy." I swallowed, hard. I was not happy with him putting Bryce down and wished to hell the conversation would be over. "What did you want me for, anyway?"

The elevator dinged for the 5th floor and he strode out towards his office. Flustered, I almost had to jog to keep up with him.

"Sit," he commanded as he closed the door behind me. Well, I for one knew who I thought was the most annoying one around here and it wasnt Bryce. Huffing internally, I sat anyway.

Ethan leaned against his desk with his back to me. He gazed out of the window and stroked his face, his fingers rubbing his stubbled cheeks thoughtfully.

"In Miami," he began, turning to face me slightly, "we were... unprofessional."

I waited for him to continue. I was intrigued where this was heading as I didn't recall any unprofessionalism.

He sighed, and I noticed that he hadn't looked directly at me once.

"That surgeon, is he..." he turned back to the window. "Are you and he...?"

My mind reeling, I shook my head, even though he couldnt see.

"Dr Ramsey, you're confusing me. When were we anything but professional? And what has Bryce got to do with anything?"

He suddenly perked up slightly, and looked me deeply in the eyes.

"Bryce? Is that his name, the surgeon?"

"Do you ever answer anyone else's questions?" I stood up, irritated by his deflections, but also not wanting to risk my job by staying here any longer. I was ready to yell at my boss. "I better leave."

"Wait, Rookie-"

I span around, and couldnt keep the anger out of my voice.

"My name is Lottie! Not Rookie! If anyone is being unprofessional here, it is not me!"

I slammed the door on my way out.

Bryce

It had been three days since I'd seen her. Trying to not be that guy, I'd only texted her once while she was in Miami, but I'd sneakily done it at 10pm on the first night to test if she was with him or not. She'd answered pretty much straight away, putting my mind at rest. Not that I thought she was the type to just... it was more... him. Dr Ramsey. And I know she liked him. I'm not sure if it was a sexual thing but she definitely looked up to him and with puppy dog eyes, no less. I just imagined that sleezeball.. inviting her there because he knew she'd be impressed and then flattering her and showing off and then trying to... ugh. I couldnt think about it.

It was 10.30am when I finally got out of surgery and saw her standing in front of the nurses' station, looking at a file, her forehead furrowed as she chewed absentmindedly on a pen. Part of me wanted to kiss that furrow away and part of me wanted to be that pen. I sneaked up to her as quietly as possible and turned the Lahela charm up to 10.

"Hey there, Dr Bedford. Long time no see."

She grinned as she looked up at me, and my insides felt all warm and fuzzy. This chick was doing things to me, man.

"Hey there yourself, Dr Lahela," she smiled. "Have you missed me?"

"Yes." I wanted to be honest with her. Joking's cool and fun, but I needed her to know that I did miss her. I just hoped she felt the same. I knew I could be... overbearing sometimes, and some people can't handle my confidence, but I felt something from Lottie. I knew she liked me as much as I liked her and the little blush that crept across her cheeks confirmed it. But there was no harm in checking. "Did you miss anyone at all?" I said, nonchalantly as if I wasnt really interested in the answer.

"Well, I did miss Regina," she bit her lip and looked at the nurse who was busy working. I tried not to look too bothered but then she grinned and said, "Of course i missed you." That was all I wanted to hear. She smacked my arm. "Happy?"

"Extremely." I grinned, and began to leave: now I had her confession that she couldn’t live without me - well, not exactly, but it was only a matter of time. I held out my arms as I backed away. "Although I wasn’t worried. How could you not miss this?"

"Watch it!"

I felt someone ram into me, hard.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

"Just watch where you're walking." Fuck's sake. It was him. Ramsey. The only person who could sour my mood. "Rookie, my office, now."

I looked at Lottie. How could she let him talk to her like that? A small part of me expected her to stand up for herself bit of course, she didn't. She's a teacher's pet and she pretty much loves him. What a dick.

I watched as he gently pressed a hand against her lower back and walked her to the elevator. Talks to her like shit and he still gets to touch her. Shit is fucked up, man.

I counted to 10 under my breath as I headed to the canteen.

Ethan

My eyes flickered open and I sighed. I had fallen asleep in my office on the couch again. I rubbed a hand across my face and checked the time. 5am.

I'd spent most of yesterday evening, as soon as we'd got back to Edenbrook, researching a possibly cure for sepsis that Nash had given me. Today I was going to begin trying it out on Naveen.

After getting showered and selecting a clean suit from the wardrobe in my office - I had long since accepted that I would spend most nights here - I got to work on the new cocktail of drugs. I didn't expect results for a while so went on a walk around the wards to check on some patients.

As I walked down one corridor, I heard a familiar voice. Lottie. I took a deep breath, I'd been unprofessional in Miami by drinking with Lottie, getting close to her and, on one occassion which should never be repeated, I moved in for a kiss which she did not respond to and instead she gave me a good night hug.

"Of course I missed you..."

Who was she talking to? I got closer to the corner to listen in

Then I heard that cocky surgical intern's voice as he headed towards me.

"Although I wasnt worried. How could you not miss this?"

I stepped around the corner at the same time as he walked backwards into me. I hoped it hurt. He span around quickly as I barked a gruff warning.

"Hey man, I'm sor-"

Man? I'm not his man.

"Just watch where you're walking." I had no time for this idiot. I walked straight up to Lottie. "Rookie, my office, now."

It probably came out ruder than I intended but my goal was to get her away from him. That, and I think we needed to talk before she blabbed about our - admittedly, my - unprofessional behaviour.

I knew the surgeon was still watching us so I made sure to place my hand on Lottie's back.

A subtle 'beware' which, even as I did it, I regretted. It was this kind of behaviour that had me worrying all morning. It was obvious to me that I felt more for this intern than I should, but I really shouldn't be making it obvious to anyone who could see. It was just that surgeon... he riled me. How could you not miss this? Ugh. Such a cocky bastard. Maybe I needed to have a word with Dr Tavener about him.

"I dont know how you put up with him." I blurted out as soon as we were safely behind the elevator doors. Another thing to regret. I was creating a long list of these incidents since I'd met her.

She looked at me with a hint of annoyance in her eyes.

"What?"

"The surgical intern. Hes too full of himself." Couldnt she see it?

"Well... hes just confident. He's a good guy."

I paused, thinking about how I could warn Rookie about over confident pricks without being too personal, but she saved me from another regrettable comment by asking "What did you want me for, anyway?"

The elevator reached my floor and I walked quickly towards my office. Another save. I didn't know how to answer her question. There were so many things I wanted to know from her. Did she really not want to kiss me? And why? I shook my head at the thought. It couldn't have happened anyway. I was her boss! Maybe that was the reason, that was why she didn't kiss me.

I didn't look at her as she entered, I just closed the door behind her and asked her to sit.

I looked out of the window at the city that sprawled below us.

"In Miami," I turned to her but could only look at her knees, covered with the blue scrubs, "we were... unprofessional."

She didn't respond, but I guess it wasn't a question. But still, why does she make this so hard? I needed to ask the question that had been burning inside me ever since I saw them last week outside the supply closet, giggling and leaning into each other.

"That surgeon, is he..." I had to turn away so she couldnt see the blush. "Are you and he...?"

"Dr Ramsey, you're confusing me. When were we anything but professional?" I could sense the rising panic in her voice. "And what has Bryce got to do with anything?"

Bryce. So that was his name. I had heard of him; the superstar surgical intern who was flying solo already. So that's what he had to offer. That's what piqued her interest.

"Bryce? Is that his name, the surgeon?" Now I had a name, I could definitely speak to Tavener.

Her face clouded over and she flung herself out of the chair.

"Do you ever answer anyone else's questions?" She seethed, opening the door. "I better leave."

No! We hadn't discussed anything, my mind was an absolute mess.

"Wait, Rookie-"

She turned back to me, anger evident on her face. I'd never seen her so annoyed.

"My name is Lottie!" She growled. "Not Rookie! If anyone is being unprofessional here, it is not me!"

She slammed the door, hard, and left me, open mouthed, on the edge of the desk. The realisation dawned on me. She was absolutely right. It was all me. It was all my fault.

#open heart #bryce lahela #ethan ramsey #choices #bryce #ethan #bryce x mc

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menphinasbow · 5 years

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yvaine; neverending survey

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Yvaine Aradia (birth name Yvaine Mhenravi)

NICKNAME: I don’t know if Khit’li has any nicknames for her actually

AGE: I don’t keep track should be around 22-23

BIRTHDAY: 15th Sun of the 4th Astral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Miqo’te Keeper of the Moon

NATIONALITY: Gridanian

LANGUAGE/S: Common Eorzean

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Heterosexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Married

HOME TOWN / AREA: all over Eorzea

CURRENT HOME: Mist, La Noscea

PROFESSION: Bard, Warrior of Light, Slayer of Primals, Moogle Collector

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Long wavy turquoise with streaks of green

EYES: Emerald green

FACE: Oval

LIPS: Small, red

COMPLEXION: Pale as the moon

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Multiple battle scars, nothing permanent except one on her lower back from when she was little - one of her adopted siblings pushed her to the ground because they lost an archery duel with her and she hit a sharp rock

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 5′

WEIGHT: 120 ponze

BUILD: Petite

FEATURES: Three grey clan marks on her cheek

ALLERGIES: None

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Always wore down or on a ponytail, and later on side ponytails

USUAL FACE LOOK: Confused or concerned

USUAL CLOTHING: Practical but chic adventuring gear. Leathers and armor in earthy tones and shades of green or blue. When not working, can be found wearing dresses that are more on the casual side rather than extravagant styles, making sure movement is always unimpeded.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Failure, loss, being lonely or left behind, rejection

ASPIRATION/S: To be a mother and have a happy family of her own

POSITIVE TRAITS: Dedicated, loyal, responsible, brave, honest, friendly, helpful, optimistic

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Naive, gullible, politically inept, inflexible when it comes to right and wrong, keeps putting others’ needs before hers, map illiterate

TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic

SOUL TYPE/S: Server

ANIMALS: She’s basically a puppy

VICE HABIT/S: Doing something obviously dangerous without thinking when the fate of the world hangs in the balance

FAITH: Nymeia, Hydaelyn

GHOSTS?: Those who have died in her name

AFTERLIFE?: She knows where dead people go

REINCARNATION?: She likes to think so

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Hates politics

EDUCATION LEVEL: Self taught and a smattering of short term schoolings

FAMILY.

FATHER: Ihko’to Rhisfu (deceased)

MOTHER: Nihva Mhenravi

SIBLINGS: Only tons of foster siblings

EXTENDED FAMILY: Unknown

NAME MEANING/S: None in particular

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None

FAVORITES.

BOOK: Romance and fantasy

DEITY: Nymeia

HOLIDAY: Starlight

MONTH: April

SEASON: Spring

PLACE: The ocean

WEATHER: Sunny but not too hot

SOUND / S: The waves of the ocean, the strumming of harp strings, birds singing, Moogle noises, Khit’li’s voice

SCENT / S: Sea salt, the smell of spring, flowers, delicious food

TASTE / S: Sweets, cakes, chocolate, oranges

FEEL / S: The wind on her face, water lapping on her feet, the sure string of her bow and the strength of her arrows, cuddling against the warmth of her husband’s body, and lately the baby moving inside her

ANIMAL / S: Bunnies, cats, butterflies, nutkins, all small woodland animals

NUMBER: None

COLORS: Green, blue, white

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Archery, string instruments, singing, attracting cute animals

BAD AT: Negotiating, determining people’s true intentions, having common sense when it comes to her own safety, reading maps, using magic of any kind, close range/bare handed fighting

TURN ONS: Loyalty, humor, sincerity, steadfastness, dependability, kindness

TURN OFFS: Cruelty, injustice, arrogance, rudeness, selfishness

HOBBIES: Singing, swimming, making music, weaving, helping people, collecting as many Moogles as possible

TROPES: It Sucks to Be the Chosen One, Heartwarming Orphan, Evil Parents Want Good Kids, Skilled, but Naïve

QUOTES : “you know you were never meant for carrying this world your legs tremble beneath the weight yet, you take another step no, you were never meant for this but, that will not stop you from trying.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?

A1 : I don’t know what it’d be called, but I know the style will be epic fantasy ala Narnia or LotR to showcase all the out of this world aspect of it and what else would it be about? Yvaine’s Warrior of Light journey of course.

Q2 : What would their soundtrack/score sound like?

A2 : Same kind of epic fantasy feel. Lots of choral music and string instruments.

Q3 : Why did you start writing this character?

A3 : Because I like to treat every character I play in a video game as a fully fleshed out character with their own story. That’s why I could never use my own name in video games (while my husband always does, lol). And I already had a ready-made RP partner in @keeperprinceling which totally helped. Also the FFXIV story is too good to not play around in to be honest.

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?

A4 : How she survived in this world when she started out having nothing. Pushing her on this adventure and seeing her discovering things and reacting to them for the first time was interesting to me, made me want to write more about her story and connect all the dots from her past that brought her here, being who she is today.

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : I struggle with making her interesting enough for other people to be interested in her. I feel like she’s just this cookie cutter do-gooder who is your cliché Warrior of Light type of character sometimes, but I also don’t want to betray the character to make her “edgier” or more interesting in ways most people probably look for. I like her the way she is, even if she leans toward the boring/bland side.

Q6 : What do you have in common with your muse?

A6 : We both love cute animals. That’s about it, lol. In a lot of ways, Yvaine is the polar opposite of me in that she’s wildly optimistic and extroverted, like she actively seeks out new people while I run and hide every time I hear the doorbell rings and aggressively hiss at the world in general.

Q7 : How does your muse feel about you?

A7 : She probably just wants me to stop putting her through all these never-ending quests and let her have that family already.

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : Characters that are complicated and are not black and white brings the most interesting interactions out of her, because Yvaine herself is very simple in her thoughts about good vs. evil. But when she comes across people like Iceheart and Nero and any Garlean defector (especially when forced to work with them) her inner conflict and her inability to understand where they stand gives me life.

Q9 : What gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : The game itself and its story. Sometimes silly things like finding a house side by side with her husband (which spawned our Neighbors AU) and the Scion outfit which looked like school uniforms made me think of a high school AU. But I’m usually triggered to write by events that happened in the MSQ itself.

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : I filled everything in up to this last set then I let it sat in the Drafts for like a week because I kept forgetting it’s there.

tagged by: @alannah-corvaine ♥

tagging: this is long, so do it if you feel like it!

#character meme

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