#or bronze tbh she could do bronze
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i am a simple man i think about pern for .5 seconds and am overcome with the desire to search for a site to join
#the problem is my two guys simply cannot be separated#and since theyre supposed to be weyrmates i probably can’t play both of them#nor can i bear to let someone else have one of them#there is ara too though over the years ive realized she’s more suited to gold than blue#and even if i could snag a position as a gold player idk if i would want to responsibly#or bronze tbh she could do bronze#it would already have to be a non-trad site anyway for her to get gold because she’s a lesbian#and for the guys i mentioned first because one of them’s a gay bronze rider
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The Westie Way
pairing: lucy bronze x ona batlle
warnings: none, or tooth rotting fluff
synopsis: Narla watches her mum fall in love again.
a/n: one shot from narla’s pov and tbh i have no idea where this came from but i hope everyone enjoys it lol
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Something was different. That much was obvious. Even in her small doggy mind which was primarily occupied with rocks and treats and sticks, Narla could tell that something wasn’t quite right with her mums.
She was used to them not being together all the time as she had lived in this funny little country where people spoke with harsh tones and always seemed to need to wee, and Keira was not there for the majority of the time, but this felt different. They felt different.
They didn’t talk to each other very much, not like they used to, and often those conversations were louder and less pleasant than those in the past. The three of them hadn’t cuddled together in several weeks either, and Narla now had to choose which room she wanted to sleep in. Usually, she had opted for whoever looked sadder.
And then they moved to Barcelona. Lucy went first and Narla went with her, but this time when Keira followed, she got her own house. Now they spent no time together - the only brief moments they were a trio again was when Lucy handed Narla over to Keira to look after her for a short while.
But despite the odd things that were happening with her mums, Narla liked Barcelona. It was warm, had beaches, friendly people, and nice rocks. It did a great deal to cheer up both of her mums, and Narla supposed that was the only thing she could ever really hope for.
It was a few months after the move to Spain when the Westie started to notice that Lucy seemed happier, brighter even. Previously she had wandered around with a slouch and a permanent worry line between her brows, but nowadays she walked with a pep in her step and was constantly grinning.
And she was also attached to that strange black box that she carried everywhere. It had weird lights and made loud sounds, and often Lucy would shove it into Narla’s face before showing her a mini version of herself which was mildly terrifying. More often than not, Narla would saunter into Lucy’s bedroom and find her owner tucked under the covers with that glowing box in her hand and smiling giddily, fingers tap tapping at the screen.
Narla wasn’t sure what had changed her mum’s demeanour so much, but she much preferred this oddly joyful Lucy to the mopey one that had existed only months ago.
She didn’t have to wait long to find out the cause, however, as it only took a few weeks before the English woman was curling up on her bed with her pup and spilling it all.
“I’ve met someone, and I think she might be the one.”
Narla blinked. She had heard of ‘the one’ before. Her other mum Keira had murmured it to her recently when speaking about her new partner, Laura, and now Lucy was too. She still didn’t know what it meant, but she assumed that it was something like a dog’s mate. It clearly meant that the person was special to them, so Narla let out a little supportive bark in response.
“She’s pretty, and she’s Spanish, and oh! She’s everything, Narla,” Lucy gushed, excitedly waving her arms around in the air as she spoke.
“She’s in England right now, playing in Manchester, can you believe it?” Lucy continued, face almost dreamy as she spoke about her new mystery girl. “The wrong side of it, but it’s funny how we played against each other and I didn’t even notice her until now.”
The dog hadn’t seen her mum like this before. So smitten. Lucy had been happy with Keira, at least until the end, but this teenagerlike giddiness was something different altogether. Maybe it was because it was new, but Narla already felt more cheerful at the sight of Lucy being so happy about something.
“I can’t wait for you to meet her. I know you will love her.” The ‘like I do’ remained unspoken, as Lucy felt that it was too early to admit something like that, even to her dog, but Narla looked at her knowingly after those words.
“I’m happy,” Lucy whispered into the air, and then was silent. Narla took that as a sign to burrow into Lucy’s chest and fall asleep, dreaming of sticks, and rocks, and a faceless woman who made her human smile brighter than she ever had before.
A couple more weeks had passed until there was someone new around the house, Narla had noticed. Ona. That was her name. She spoke in a deep accented tone, her English in that familiar accent that the Westie had gotten accustomed to over the past few months or so. She always gave Narla a friendly cuddle when she saw her - it turns out Spaniards were super affectionate with animals too - and would occasionally slip her a treat that the dog would eagerly snap up.
At first, it was merely a few visits, Ona curling up with Lucy and Narla on the couch and scratching behind the dog’s ears in a certain way that only a select few knew how to do. That was impressive, Narla thought, and so she opted to cuddle up with Ona whenever she came around.
Sometimes her mum and Ona would do that weird human thing where they pressed their faces together and like… licked? Naturally, Narla wanted to get in with the fun, so she would clamber on one of their laps and leave her own lick up the sides of one of their faces, leading to them to break apart and burst into giggles. She didn’t really know what was so funny, but her favourite person being happy meant that she was happy too.
Then there was a brief bit of time where none of them were around, Narla having been carted off to her grandparent’s house, and she only saw her mums in photos or videos from another one of those little black boxes.
However once that strange period of time ended and Narla was safely back home, Ona was there almost every day, popping in after Lucy came home from training, humming in the kitchen in the morning, walking in step with the English woman while she took Narla on her daily walk.
Then suddenly the Westie was spending time with the Spanish woman alone. Narla used to go to Keira’s when Lucy was away, but soon she was left alone at home with Ona, who always gave her extra snacks and would press her finger to her lips in a shushing motion every time she did. Lucy wasn’t super stingy with snacks per se, but as an athlete, she was careful with diets and knew all too well what health problems could occur if an animal got too overweight. Ona on the other hand loved to spoil her animals, and would regularly dole out treats. Plus it wasn’t like Lucy didn’t know, as Narla had spotted her leaning against the door frame and smiling fondly as Ona ‘secretly’ placed a dog treat on the ground for her to devour.
“I hope you know that I love your mum very much. And I want to tell her that very soon,” Ona spoke out of the blue one day as she stroked Narla’s fur. Lucy had a day of interviews lined up and had figured that it would be nice if her pup had some company - especially after the two away games they had in the past week or two.
“I’m very fond of you too, perrita,” she added. “Listen, I’ve been researching and would you maybe want to learn a trick? In Spanish?”
Narla wasn’t really one for tricks and didn’t really like being told what to do too much, but the hope etched on Ona’s face made her relent, and she hopped down off the couch and looked up at the Spanish woman in preparation.
“I’ll go get the treats, be right back,” Ona said, jumping to her feet and borderline sliding across the hardwood floors towards the kitchen. Narla then heard a clatter followed by a muffled ‘mierda!’, and she took a few cautious steps towards the direction of the noise but before she could investigate any further, Ona popped back around the corner.
They settled next to the coffee table, and Ona folded her legs under her while Narla sat politely awaiting instruction.
“Okay, so you’re very famous, so I thought maybe you could use this when you meet your fans.” With that, Ona held out her hand palm up. Narla stared at her hand, confused and looked back up at the Spanish woman’s face who was looking back at her in expectation. She leaned forward and sniffed it, and Ona still smelt the same, so she cautiously licked her hand. Still, the Spaniard remained silent with her hand out.
Finally after a few minutes, Narla placed her paw on top of Ona’s hand and was immediately showered with praise and handed a treat. Then Ona once again held out her palm, and Narla placed her paw on top again, getting another treat for her efforts.
They did it a few more times, Ona extending the duration of time between Narla’s paw resting on her palm and giving her the treat, just to make sure that the Westie knew what she needed to do.
“We’re going to introduce a word now, okay?”
This time, when Ona extended her hand, she said ‘hola’, and waited for Narla to place her paw in her hand before praising her and giving her a treat. They went over this step for a wee while, it being slightly more difficult than before, but soon Narla was doing it consistently every time Ona said ‘hola’.
By the time Lucy came home, Ona was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement, elated that Narla had been bright enough to pick up the trick in only a day.
‘Hola, mi vida,” Lucy said tiredly as she walked into Ona’s outstretched arms, burrowing her head into the juncture of the Spaniard's neck. Narla raised her paw slightly at the familiar word but placed it down again as she regarded the lack of a hand in front of her.
“Narla and I have something to show you!” Ona exclaimed, grabbing Lucy’s hand and dragging her in the direction of her dog. “Now I want you to offer her your hand and greet her in Spanish, Entiendes?”
Narla watched as Lucy held her hand up to her, and then the English woman spoke.
“Bon dia?”
“Lucy! Not the right greeting. Come on,”
“Okay, okay. Hola?”
Hearing that word, Narla reached out her paw to touch Lucy’s hand and the fullback’s jaw dropped open as she softly shook her paw up and down. She turned to her girlfriend in awe, Ona grinning at her excitedly.
“Did you teach her to do this?” Lucy asked, and when the younger woman nodded at her, she gathered her in her arms and twirled them both around, Ona giggling at the action.
“I love you,” Lucy whispered, the statement only loud enough for Ona and Narla to hear. Narla’s ears pricked up at that, and she knew that this was a major deal. A soft expression was now written on Ona’s face, and soon her eyes were wet with tears as she pressed several kisses to Lucy’s lips, all while echoing the words back to her.
While Narla thought this whole display was nice, she kind of wanted her treat now, so she barked once to get their attention. Ona broke away from Lucy’s embrace and knelt down, pulling a treat out of her pocket. “Oh! Lo siento, Narla. Here’s a biscuit.”
“You spoil her rotten, you know that?”
“Only the best for your dog,” came the response, and if Narla wasn’t so preoccupied with her treat, then she would have seen her human wrap Ona up in another kiss.
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Life with Ona was good, Narla thought, until that puppy came along. Ona’s energetic puppy named Coco. Coco loved Narla, and did Narla love him back? She wasn’t too sure. She definitely loved Ona, that much was obvious. The Spaniard might even edge Lucy out in terms of her favourite person if she continued to spoil her and scratch her head like she did, but unfortunately, Ona came with Coco, a small shaggy, black-and-white dog who loved to annoy her and slobber all over her precious rocks.
She had been rudely awoken from one of her well-earned naps one day by a series of high-pitched barks before a small weight had barrelled into her. A small excitable dog was the culprit, and she did her best to glare at Ona and Lucy who were looking on in amusement.
“This is Coco. Narla, meet Coco. He and Ona are going to be living with us from now on,” Lucy spoke, kissing the side of Ona’s head before grinning down at her dog.
Narla growled a little as Coco’s clumsy tail hit her in the face, and Lucy narrowed her eyes and ordered her to play nice. Internally she humphed in annoyance, but reluctantly she turned back to the puppy and scooched over so he could cuddle up with her. Just this once.
Many days, weeks, and months, passed and Narla and Lucy fell into a routine with Ona and Coco. They seemed to fit into their lives flawlessly, and soon it was as if they had always been there. Narla still saw Keira, of course, but not as much as she used to. She had been primarily Lucy’s dog, in the first place, but she still did miss her other mum sometimes.
The air was lighter in this apartment, Narla had noticed. Ona and Coco just seemed to feel like sunshine. And maybe it was because they were in sunny Barcelona not freezing England, but even Lucy’s whole demeanour had morphed into something brighter.
Ona and Lucy fought just like any other couple, and Narla would go curl up in a ball under the bed when they did - flashbacks from those final months with Keira still lingering in her mind. But it would blow over rather quickly, and her mum and her new mum (?), were always back to being sickeningly sweet in no time.
One night the two women arrived home after having dinner together, and Narla greeted them excitedly at the door and wagged her tail as Lucy scooped her up, Ona pressing kisses to the dog’s head. Coco stayed lying on his little bed, snoozing away, and Narla mentally rolled her eyes at his behaviour. Their humans were home, which was incredibly exciting, but clearly, he valued his nap much more.
They headed towards the lounge, and Ona said something about having a shower before heading away, and soon they could hear the water in the bathroom start to run.
Lucy collapsed on the couch, Narla still in her arms, and she let out a content sigh. A few moments passed.
“I love her, you know?”
Narla did know. Ona had been in their lives for almost three years now, and not a day went by where her mum didn’t show her love for the other woman. In fact, Ona was now one of her mums, Narla decided.
“You can’t tell anyone this, Narla,” Lucy whispered, expression serious and her gaze boring into her dog’s. If the Westie could roll her eyes she would have, she was an animal, who was she going to tell? but even so, she let out a little bark to urge her human to continue.
“I’m going to ask Ona to marry me.” With those words, the English fullback pulled a box out of her pants pocket and popped it open, a shiny diamond ring nestled delicately inside.
Narla always heard that humans gave each other rocks when they loved each other, and she understood completely. She loved rocks and collecting them, and while the ones that humans exchanged were much shiner than the ones she brought home, she still treasured her own much like they did.
“I know you don’t really understand the concept of marriage, but this is a big deal. This means I want Ona and Coco in our lives forever,” Lucy said earnestly, glancing at the ring she held in her hand and back at her dog. “Are you okay with that?”
Narla was more than okay. As much as the smaller dog annoyed her sometimes, she couldn’t help but be a bit fond of him. Ona was also positively wonderful, and Narla wouldn’t mind getting sneaky snacks forever. Not to mention she loved how much joy the Spanish woman had brought into their lives. To show her agreement, she nuzzled Lucy’s hand that was holding the ring box and let out a soft bark as she watched her owner’s face split into a grin.
“I knew you would approve, my best girl.”
Footsteps suddenly echoed in the hall and Lucy hurriedly snapped the box shut and stuffed it in her pants. Mere seconds later, Ona strode into the room and threw herself into Lucy’s side, fingers coming to scratch the top of Narla’s head.
“Your turn to have a shower,” the Spanish woman spoke, turning to Lucy who was looking at her absolutely besotted.
“Wanna come with me?”
“I just had one,” Ona laughed as Lucy tugged her up from the couch and into her arms.
“Can never be too clean,” came the smirked response and soon Lucy whisked her away back down the hall, Ona waving her hand as a goodbye to the Westie who remained on the couch. If Narla could smile, she would have.
A few days later, Lucy had set up a special dinner for herself and her girlfriend on their balcony. She had sent Ona off to spend the entire day with Aitana, and while she was away, the older woman had dragged out a small table and adorned it with a white tablecloth, a bouquet of roses, and a singular candle. She had strung out string lights along the railings to allow a soft golden glow to wash over everything and hid her speaker behind a pot plant that played Spanish love songs at a low volume.
Narla herself was just sitting in the corner gnawing on a toy and occasionally glancing up to watch as Lucy frantically ran to and fro. After a few hours of the English fullback slaving away in the kitchen, the delicious smell of paella soon filled the air, and Narla perked up at that. Whenever that dish was made in their home, she was always given at least one piece of shrimp.
By now Lucy had put the finishing touches on the balcony and quickly got changed into her outfit for the night - cream dress pants, a white no-sleeved shirt, and a matching cream blazer.
She ventured out to see Narla when she got the text from Ona that she was on her way home, and plucked her dog up, much to the Westie’s chagrin.
“Tonight’s the night, Narls. I’m gonna propose.”
Narla could hear the nerves in her mum’s voice, and so she licked her face to help soothe her worry. The dog knew that Ona loved her mum, and there was no way that the Spaniard would ever not accept Lucy’s shiny rock. But humans were strange and got into their heads about stuff, so all Narla could do was let Lucy hug her tight until the door to the apartment opened and Ona arrived home.
The Spanish woman had gotten ready for the date at Aitana’s, and Lucy was speechless as she took in the skintight white cocktail dress Ona was wearing. The younger woman did a twirl to show off her outfit and blushed prettily as Lucy gathered her into her arms to drop a kiss on her awaiting lips.
“The most beautiful woman on the planet,” the older woman breathed, and kissed away any objections her lover had to that comment.
“This way, baby,” Lucy murmured fondly as she laced her fingers with her girlfriend’s and led her over to the balcony. Ona gasped at the sight of the setup and the homemade paella on the table, and Lucy pulled out a chair for her to sit on.
Dinner was positively a dream, and Narla could feel the happiness radiating from both women as she observed them from her spot on the ground. After a few hours they were drunk on the wine and each other, but Lucy had begun to nervously wobble her leg under the table as she gathered up the courage to ask Ona the one life-changing question she so desperately wanted to ask.
The Spanish woman was just coming down from a fit of giggles at some story Lucy had told, and as the English woman drank in the way her cheeks dimpled as she smiled, she knew she had to do it immediately.
“Ona I… I’ve never been super good with words so if this comes out as a jumbled mess, I’m sorry.”
Ona looked slightly confused at her words, but nodded slightly in encouragement. Lucy sucked in a deep breath before continuing.
“Ever since you walked your way into my life with that smile of yours during Stan’s wedding, I think you’ve held a piece of my heart. It’s funny how life happens, you know? We knew each other long before that, but we didn’t know each other. Not really. And yet you were already so intertwined in my life because you were friends with my friends and I was living in your home city and playing with your national teammates, and it’s like some invisible string was tying us together just waiting for us to finally notice each other.”
Lucy was crying a little now, emotional as she gazed up at the woman she adored so much. “Oh Ona, I don’t think there’s any other universe where I don’t fall head over heels in love with you. None. It’s just not possible.”
As she said those words, Lucy slowly knelt to the ground in front of Ona, and the younger woman gasped and pressed a hand to her mouth as she registered what was happening.
“Hell, even my dog loves you more than she loves me! I don’t think I could ever picture my life without you and Coco in it, and I don’t ever want to either. You’re my best friend, Ona, and I would be so, so happy to have you both in my life - to be mine - forever. So.. et casaràs amb mi, amor meu?” With that, Lucy pulled the ring box out of her pocket and popped the lid, the diamond sparkling in the setting sunlight.
“Sí, yes, of course, I will marry you amor!” Ona sobbed as she yanked Lucy up from her knees and twined her arms around her neck before kissing her passionately, pouring every ounce of emotion into the action.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Lucy whispered into Ona’s hair as they embraced, body tingling at how surreal this all felt. She was marrying the love of her life. Narla watched on from her spot in the corner and immediately knew what she had to do.
Bounding away into the house, Narla ran to her own bed and scavenged around until she found her favourite rock - the one she barely let anyone touch - and picked it up in her mouth before hurriedly making her way back to her humans. Lucy and Ona were still wrapped up in each other, laughing, pressing their faces together, and occasionally Lucy would twirl the Spaniard around. Narla stood waiting for them to notice her, but when they didn’t, she ran over and nudged Ona’s leg with her nose.
The Spanish woman tore her eyes off Lucy as she felt the touch, and looked at the small dog who was standing at their feet. Narla placed her rock on the ground in front of her, and politely sat, wagging her tail.
“Is she..?” Ona trailed off as she stared at the Westie in front of her, the rock lying like an offering.
“I think she’s proposing to you too. I mean look at the size of that rock,” Lucy laughed, burying her face into the other fullback’s neck as she realised what her dog was doing.
“Aw, Narla! I would be honoured,” Ona grinned, bending down to gently take the rock that Narla had presented to her and brought the dog into her arms. Lucy’s own arms were soon around the both of them and Narla snuggled into their chests, content to be with her humans.
“My girls,” the English woman whispered, happy tears almost threatening to spill again.
“Mi chicas,” Ona echoed, pressing a kiss to her fianceé’s lips (déu meu, they were going to be married), and letting out an elated giggle.
A series of sharp barks rang through the air, interrupting the moment, and all three looked down to see Coco jumping and yelping at them. Lucy let out another chuckle - she couldn’t seem to stop smiling lately - and brought him into their embrace.
“And my boy, as well,” Lucy added, pecking Coco’s scraggly head. All of them stood there for a short while, just basking in their little domestic bubble and enjoying the moment as the sun set behind them. Life was good.
Later that night after Lucy had banished her from the bedroom, Narla nestled into her own bed, happy at how successful the day had gone. Ona and Lucy were both impossibly happy, that much was evident as she had taken in their shiny eyes and the way they had been wrapped around each other for most of the night.
Her musings were interrupted as quick feet came rushing in her direction and came to a grinding halt in front of her.
Coco dropped a small pebble in front of her and looked at her with bright eyes, and Narla sighed. She supposed she would let him cuddle with her, just for tonight.
#lucy bronze x ona batlle#ona batlle x lucy bronze#lucy bronze#ona batlle#woso fanfics#woso imagine#my fics
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Alright wise guy, what are your thoughts on the theme(s) of the first Mistborn book. This is literally an excuse for you to ramble about it, have fun.
VOID I LOVE YOU SM
So spoilers for Mistborn: The Final Empire! If you haven't read it, please beware because under the cut, Here There Be Spoilers
(and also beware, Very Long post under the cut!)
The big running theme in The Final Empire is trust. Who can one really trust? Is it worth it to put your life in the hands of other people? What says they won't betray you as soon as it becomes favorable to do so?
Honestly this really is what Vin's character arc in the first book is about. At the beginning of the book, she's trapped in a low-level street gang where everyone is always out to get everyone else. Heck, the second time the audience ever sees her use her powers is when she is helping her boss betray a business partner.
Vin's brother has beaten into her the idea that she can trust nobody, not even him. Everyone is always out to hurt her or take advantage of her, and if she does not prove her immediate worth to her group, then at best she will be kicked out.
This, of course, is not helped by the fact that she is part of the literal slave class! Which is a whole nother essay tbh.
Then Kelsier takes her in and everything changes. There's a scene early on in the book, after vin formally joins the crew, where Kelsier and his men are all laughing and enjoying themselves while plotting their Big Plan™. And Vin, who does not trust any of them, is on the outside, quite literally. She's outside the room, watching them plan, wishing she could be included but not allowing herself to, because at this point in the book she still thinks they could betray her at any time.
I think now is a really good time to mention that being a Mistborn is built on secrecy and paranoia. Mistborn are literally the nobility's assassins. They hide their identities under hoods that blend into the mist so as not to be seen. So their powers cannot be used against them or their Noble Houses. In broad daylight they have to pretend to be normal people, or at best, regular Mistings. They can't trust anyone with the truth that they are Mistborn.
(Heck, even a quarter of their powerset- Copper and Bronze- create mistrust. With Bronze, after all, one can hear the allomantic pulses of burning another metal. Copper, on the other hand, blocks that; the use cases for these two metals lies in paranoia that someone else can use their Allomantic powers against you.)
Anyways! So we've explored some of the different aspects of mistrust in Mistborn, so what's the counterargument?
In a word: Kelsier.
Kelsier shakes up everything that Vin believes about how relationships work. He introduces his crew as something different- despite being a thieving crew, they operate under a principle of trust and camaraderie. "My crews rely on trust," Kelsier says at one point. In direct contrast to the dirty, paranoid crews Vin worked with before, Kelsier's crew is welcoming, understanding, and trusting of her.
But Kelsier's trust isn't just talk, either. When we learn that the crew believes Mare betrayed them in their last heist, Vin asks Kelsier how he could love Mare even though she betrayed him. Kelsier answers that given the choice between loving Mare and being betrayed or never knowing her, he would choose loving her. "I'd rather trust my men than worry about what will happen if they turn on me."
In the same passage as above, Kelsier poses a question to Vin: where has she been happier? with the old crews that we built on lies and suspicious, or with Kelsier's crew, who trusted each other and let their guards down? It's a rhetorical question, and the meaning is clear: Vin and Kelsier both are happier for risking themselves in order to be loved.
I don't think I've nearly done this topic justice. There are a million more points I could pull out and point to, but I want to end with my favorite quote from The Final Empire. It's from Vin, in Chapter 32. She says:
“Once I may have thought you a fool, but… well, that’s kind of what trust is, isn’t it? A willful self-delusion? You have to shut out that voice that whispers about betrayal, and just hope that your friends aren’t going to hurt you... Distrust is really the same thing, only on the other side. I can see how a person, given the choice of two assumptions, would choose to trust.”
#I have SO MUCH MORE I COULD SAY ABOUT THIS#but this post was too long already#THANK YOU SO MUCH VOID FOR ASKING#i didn't even get to the part about how allomancy itself is also an act of trust#since yknow. you have to have some level of trust to be able to push yourself through the air#and how Vin's first time steelpushing herself in their air is a literal AND metaphorical leap of faith#I have so many thoughts on this book#mistborn#mistborn the final empire#mistborn era 1#kelsier#vin mistborn#vin#cosmere#brandon sanderson#i love literary analysis#taking the tools they taught on boring books and putting it into the things im passionate about#literary analysis#taiga says things
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Just to kiss me (Part 5)
pairing: Finnick Odair x reader
(AO3 mirror)
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part 4, My Hunger Games Masterlist
summary: Life goes on. You get a message from Finnick.
warnings: some light angst, but other than that, none.
required reading: The song "We'll never have sex" by Leith Ross <;3
a/n: ....I'm gonna stop making promises I can't keep lmfao. It's exam szn rn and uni wants me dead tbh. But I promise I'll finish this fic if it kills me sooo… enjoy!
taglist (comment if you'd like to be added <3): @agent-grey-fics, @starhastoomanyfandoms
wc: 3.8k
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You look perfect, you look different
I don't wonder about your indifference
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You arrive to a quiet house.
Not that it was out of the ordinary. Whilst you weren’t the type to party from dusk till dawn, arriving home after a late day at work, or a night in with Vonnie, was fairly by-the-by. You liked the routine: kicking on your slippers and closing the front door with a quiet click . Your mother, of course, nowhere to be seen. Not that you’d complain.
This morning, however, feels different. Your body burns with the aftermath of the night before; and you practically float into the house. Your heart is heavy with what’s left after Finnick’s touch - you can’t forget him whether you wanted to or not. And you didn’t want to forget, the last couple hours on replay during the journey. You feel like a teenager again - giddy with the thought of seeing him again. You had given Finnick your number, as promised. Waiting for the buzz of the comms on your wrist would be agony, you’re sure of it.
You pad through your house absentmindedly. Past the grand double staircase, through the pristine rugs and floors of a parlour not oft used, and into the kitchen. You place the bag Finnick gave you on its floor, rummaging through the cupboards. Murmurs from your mother’s office, a room just beyond the parlour, break the spell. It stops you in your tracks: the distorted mumble behind the door. Your mother’s voice is distinct but you can’t hear what she’s saying. Is there someone else? Yes, you think, a man. There’s rustling, the swish of people standing up and then you hear it: a gravelly voice.
Plutarch Heavensbee - Uncle Heavensbee - opens the door and you duck behind the counter, just in time. Your mother follows close behind him. There’s no predicting what your mother would say if she saw you like this - clearly in someone else's clothes after an eventful night.
“...and we need to move faster than anticipated.” Plutarch says. Your mother shuts the door to her office and shakes her head, seemingly frustrated.
“You know that’s not up to me.” She chews her lip - like you do when you think. “I’ve moved up the dinner, putting as many resources as I can afford into the campaign. I’ve been forced to recruit an idiot from Snow’s court, for God’s sake. I’m going as fast as I-”
“-Snow’s court?” He interrupts. “You don’t mean…?”
She brings a hand up to pause the white haired man. “...I know what it sounds like. You need to trust me.”
He nods. “I have my reservations, but I suppose-”
“We don’t have a choice.” She slaps a hand on his back, good-naturedly, and you almost keel over from your vantage point. She laughs - a genuine, hearty laugh - in the white and bronze of walls dripping in paintings. She walks him towards the door. “It was a pleasure doing business with you, old friend.”
“If anyone could do it, it’s you; Arachne.” He nods, warmly. They move out of earshot. In the distance, you hear the click of the door.
You flop against the cool counter’s side, in relief. You know better than to internalise her words, curious; but knowing better than to pry. It had become second nature: flattening, playing the fool, turning a blind eye. Better blissfully unaware than dead.
You brush yourself off, rummaging through drawers yet again. You look for something, stashed in the crevice of a drawer long ago. When you find it, you almost leap for joy - the silvered charm of a necklace heaped against the side. You clutch it in your palm and its stings, bittersweet.
~~~
You wait for a while, locked up in your room for the rest of the day. You’re restless; bouncing on the walls as you desperately try to fill the time. At first, it was the paperwork piled high on your desk - work you’d been putting off for a couple of weeks now. Steadily, you chip away at the files.
Trawling through them like the net of a fishing boat - some of it was for your own personal project, the rest were pages and pages of notes needing to be processed and uploaded. Your job was hardly exciting; preening in front of a desk for 8 hours. But, it was a job done all your own. It was the one thing you and your mother had agreed on fresh from the Academy - that you’d make your own way. Top marks, an early graduate, a brilliant academic record: you’d turned down other offers in lieu of a stunning career as a… glorified secretary. Not quite the plan, but it would do for now.
A buzz comes and you leap towards the comms long placed on your desk, out of sight. You shift in your seat to adjust your hair. If Finnick calls now, you want to look like you’ve slept a full 8 hours. Fumbling, you accept the call.
Vonnie’s face materialises on the desk in front of you. She's outside; an obnoxious hat flopping in front of her face. You recognise her background: the manicured back deck of Vonnie’s home and the buzz of her younger siblings clattering through rosebeds.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, how hungover are you?” You groan at her glee. “1 being fresh as a field of daisies, and 10 being doubled over, shitfaced-”
“I heard you the first time, Von. I’m choosing to ignore it.”
She laughs, flashing pearly white teeth. Something mischievous brewing behind her smile, your sure of it.
“How was last night, then?”
You pick at the pens on your desk. “Nothing special, I suppose.”
“...Is that all you’re gonna give me?” She’s exasperated at your nonchalance. “I’ve seen the videos! I want to know everything - who was there…”
“It was a masquerade-”
“What everyone was wearing…”
“I don’t know all the designers like you do-”
“The guy you spent the night with…”
That one catches you off guard. “T-That’s not… there wasn’t a guy … Von, c’mon-”
She tilts her head and gives you a look that says you should know better. You’d known one another for more than a decade and she can read you like a book: your facade was paper-thin and peeling, frankly. “Then where were you this morning?”
Fuck.
“I called, and no-one answered. You always answer.”
“I was… asleep?” You offer. She rolls her eyes.
“...and I’m best friends with Finnick Odair.”
You splutter. “It doesn’t… it’s not like that.”
Vonnie almost leaps out of her chair. “But something happened? There’s someone you’ve got your eye on?”
“...maybe.”
She whoops and hollers so hard it makes you laugh. She’s up on her feet, dancing on the concrete, pulling one of her brothers to join her. Their joy is infectious - melodious giggles ringing around your own room. It’s like an old nursery rhyme: some-one’s-got-a-booy-friend, some-one’s-got-a-boooy-fr-
“It’s a dream come true! God, you’ve mean-mugged every single eligible bachelor this side of Panem,” The gap-toothed giggle of her brother comes through the call and she darts out of frame.
“That’s unfair…”
“ Shut it, Val, or I’ll tell Dad you’ve been eating his-” There’s rustling on the other side as she pops back into view, flushed and panting. “D’you remember the guy you humiliated in Upper 6th?”
“He was a prick!”
“He was flirting ! That’s what people do, nowadays - they flirt.”
The Incident, as you’ve come to know it, happened a couple years ago. You were both in your last year of school, invited to your very first houseparty. Well, Vonnie had been invited - easygoing and friendly. You were like her shadow even then - sticking close to her in the pulse and thrum of the sprawling grounds. Too much money and time, you’d thought, dressed quite plainly in comparison to everyone else. Eventhough she had talked you through it on the pod there - who to look for, how to make small talk, the best places to avoid Jupe and his boneheaded antics. And it was going well, at first - you ate and laughed and drank - feeling like a normal teenager for the first time in years. Like people enjoyed your presence and didn’t shirk at you like they would in class. Like most things, the reality was much more mundane. It wasn't cruel, cold-hearted malice. They simply hadn’t noticed you were there.
Back then, in the kitchen of your classmate’s house; someone had pulled you to the side. Confident and sidling up to you with a glass of something in his hand. He stinks with the air of entitlement, the first son of such-and-such: attractive, sure, but not enough to warrant the reaction from Vonnie across the room, you think. You can barely remember the conversation; something about how good we’d look together and a clammy hand kneading at your thigh. The rest was a blur: a sharp right hook, and he’s on the floor clutching a bloody nose. You don’t regret it, honestly. You do regret the storm stoked by his asshole father, however.
“Did your mystery guy flirt? No, no. Not your MO. I bet he’s funny. Smart. He probably said something snarky and you fell head over heels for him.”
“Von-”
“You two, in the corner, whispering about how much everyone sucks, I suppose. Have you replaced me? Found someone else to talk shit with-”
“Vonnie!” She stops, eyes wide and innocent through the screen.
“If you want to shut me up, you need to give me something. Or I’ll keep going - and you know I can talk for the houses,” She threatens.
“We’re just friends, right now. I-I think.”
“...you think?”
“He’s funny, of course he is. And kind. Perceptive, as well. I like being around him.”
She swoons, pressing the back of her hand to her forehead in faux shock. “You like him. In all my years …you like him.”
You groan again, head in your hands.
It’s nice, like this. Laughing with Vonnie about boys again. Like the last 24 hours were the plot of some soap you’d watch on the network when you were younger. She has a knack for this sort of thing; putting you at ease.
~~~
The first message from Finnick comes at work. You spend the first half of the day convincing yourself it doesn’t bother you; that you’re not at the beck and call of the chime of your comms. Not that you had many suitors vying for your attention, but there had been a few too many false alarms you'd jumped at.
You're dropped off at Hadrian's offices; buzzed into the building by the Peacekeepers keeping guard by its entrance.
"Mornin' Miss." You're greeted as you step through the doors, handing your keycard through the gaps of the glass by a desk.
"Good morning, Dill." You nod as they scan it through. Dill, beaming in a crisp grey jumpsuit (standard issue), was the first person you met when you started the job 6 months ago. They were the closest thing you had to a friend in here - warm and kind as they took you around the office. You were quick on your feet but the unexpectedly fast-paced nature of the council had caused you to stumble, at first.
"Didn't realise you were at the party."
You shrug.
"I saw the pictures. How'd you get in?"
"Hadrian invited me personally."
Handing back your pass, they snigger at your theatrics. "Must've lost my invite, then."
"Such a shame, Dill. You missed quite the party." Laughing over your shoulder, you tap your nose as you walk away.
Your cubicle is simple, stationed at the mouth of Hadrian's personal chambers. He wasn't here yet, of course; oft preferring a 'graduated start to the day' . The speech he gave you on your first day sounded just as ridiculous as it did in the subsequent months: nattering on about responsibility and duty whilst he twiddled his thumbs for the best part of a couple hours. On the other hand, you were privy to his every move: every meeting, every phone call. On paper, you were responsible for data processing and handling: intending to overhaul his systems and software, like you had gone to the Academy for. In reality, you waited on his every whim and whine. A glorified secretary with the meagre wage to match.
You were one of the lucky ones. As District 2's overseer, Councillor Hadrian had the workforce to match - most employed as security, button-pushers, or data entry. The man himself had the temperament of a spoiled cat, fancying himself a general, a commander, Snow's right hand man. A fool failing upwards, you thought.
You perch at your desk, adjusting the tight collar at your neck. Your employer had strict standards and you were dressed as such: grey pencil skirt down past your knees, a starchy blouse with a straight collar and modestly heeled pumps. You itch at your stockings and stew at the screen, tapping away.
When a buzz comes at your wrist you don't think anything of it. It's probably Vonnie, with a message about her dress; or your mother, stark and cryptid about her whereabouts. Another buzz comes. And another. And another. You tap at your comms and almost jump at messages.
From: unknown
hey!
From: unknown
think u forgot to return my sweater :p
From: unknown
this is finnick btw
From: unknown
not some creep or anything
Sent: You
You probably should have opened with that :)
From: unknown
probably
From: unknown
what r u doing rn?
Sent: You
I'm at work, haha.
From: unknown
the fancy office one, then
From: unknown
shit. is this a bad time?
It makes you giggle, imagining Finnick on his comms somewhere. You can hear it in his voice: teasing, lilting. You peep out from your desk, hands darting to respond.
Sent: You
I’m doing a whole lot of nothing right now.
Sent: You
So no, not really.
From: unknown
slacking already…its pretty early, no?
Sent: You
It’s mostly fine…
From: unknown
mostly?
Sent: You
Nothing’s exploded just yet.
There’s a rapping on the floor from the corridor over, which makes your head snap up. Hadrian, sharp and lithe, grey donned chin first into the room. You tuck away your comms, scrambling for his itinerary on the pad in front of you. He knocks on the lip of your desk.
“Anybody home?” His face curls into a grin: oozing pomp and ego.
You force a smile, its edges terse and tight. You stand, tapping at the screen that's made its home in the crook of your elbow. “You’ve got a meeting this morning about arrangements for this years’ reaping, I’ve got the minutes for your call with Elland and-”
He gives you a wave as he makes towards his office. “I need you to push it back a couple of hours, I’ve got other… uh… business to attend to. And I needed those minutes yesterday, the situation’s changed: we need to double peacekeeper presence in 8-”
“With what money?” You scoff. He pauses, hand wavering over the handle of an ornate wooden door. It’s heavy, and takes up the span of half the room - gilded and embossed with glossy script. He cranes his head towards you like you’ve asked him to compete in the games, instead.
“With t-the… we can find money. Move things around.” He strides through the doors into a plush office. "It's what I pay you for. And I expect a revised budget by the end of the day."
He closes the door in your face and you scowl at the wood. Your skin crawls with the thought of the minutes you'd have to rewrite, the hours you'd need to spend sifting through the accounts. Move things around? On whose authority? The new budget would have to be approved by Snow, and there'd be questions, not to mention the tight turnaround-
With a deep sigh, you take a breath and unclench your jaw. You take a seat at your desk: Finnick's last message blaring at the band of your comms.
From: unknown
famous last words, love
~~~
It sets the tone for the rest of the day, you think. You barely get a minute to yourself, putting out fires left and right. There's a stack of paperwork on your desk that grows and grows in your absence; it peers at you like a small mountain whenever you walk past, guilty.
You send Finnick small messages here and there; the broken bits of a conversation spread between any spare moment. That ends up being a handful of times within a couple of hours; even less as you rush to finish a budget plan you've been expected to pull out of your ass. He makes you laugh. Between the haze of exhaustion and anger you find yourself wandering in and out of; it's a much needed break from your own head. He stops you from clattering about like the tinny ricochet of a pinball. You're convinced; if you shook your head around, it would rattle.
But Finnick is there, grounded and steady, to stop you from floating away.
You don't expect it, when it comes. Later at night, after you've rubbed your sore feet and propped them up in the comfort of your own home. Swallowed by blankets and the comforter; plush and warm and swaddled like a newborn. Almost dozing off as you hear the dull buzz of your comms. A call. From Finnick.
You don't hesitate to accept. It's voice only, and he speaks clear and calm between the walls of your bedroom.
"Hey,"
"Hi." Your own voice is heavy with sleep, but it feels good to hear him.
"This isn't a bad time, I hope? I know you were busy with work and everything-"
"God, no. Like I said before, a whole lot of nothing."
"Good." He sighs. "I-I mean not good , per se, I just didn't know if you wanted to talk or-"
You scrunch your brow. He can't see you of course, but the way he's stumbling with his words, it's almost like he's… "Are you nervous, Finnick?"
"No." A pause. "Maybe… a little. Just a bit."
You giggle. "Why? I don't bite."
"...this isn't weird? Not too much, too soon?"
"I don't know what it's like where you're from. But around here, if you can believe it, friends call each other. They catch up over the phone. It's allowed." You say.
"Fuck, okay. Okay," You might be going crazy, but you think you can hear him smile. "Then, as your friend, I don't believe you. For the record."
"What did I say?" You laugh.
"That you did nothing all day. Don't believe it."
"Slanderous accusations, Mr Odair. Where's your proof?"
"Well… the first is that you barely responded to me all day-"
"Maybe you were boring me, Finn."
"Highly unlikely." He waves it off. "I was doing all the work, by the way: riveting conversation - provoking, really trying to make you think -"
"With such stunners as: 'Did you miss me yesterday?' and 'I'm so hungry I could eat a horse' -"
"-absolutely gripping stuff, like I said. But that's not the point. The point is that you gave me nothing to work with. One word answers: brief, snarky - quite discouraging, honestly. And the only possible explanation is…"
"...is?"
"You were swamped at work." He seems pleased with his conclusion. "Up to your neck in paperwork, probably, putting out fires left and right. And, stop me if I'm wrong, left to clean up Hadrian's mess-"
"-that's all?"
"Of course not. My second piece of evidence, ladies and gentleman, is: Hadrian's a prick. A self-righteous, pompous fuck who doesn't know up from down. There's no way he's got someone a-as competent and brilliant as you are, and not putting you to work."
You hum into your blankets, feeling your face flood with warmth.
"And taking you for granted, stealing your ideas, etcetera, etcetera…"
"...but that's more implied." You finish for him.
"Exactly. The third thing, the really important third thing, is… that you sound… tired."
Your eyebrows shoot up. "I sound tired?"
"I've got a hunch." He sounds more sincere. "You okay?"
His gentleness catches you off guard. You're stumbling over your own words when you finally manage: "Y-Yeah. Just had a long day, s'all."
"You can talk about it, if you need to let off some steam."
"Not… not today. But thank you." You sink deeper into the covers. "What did you get up to, then?"
"Not… much."
You squint. "Don't believe you."
"Wasn't very eventful, I promise." He clicks his tongue absentmindedly. "I just helped out Mags, not much else. "
"Mags?" It sounds familiar, but you can't quite place the name.
"She's, w-well, she was my mentor." In the games was silent, implied. "We went over strategies and then I helped move some furniture. Fixing things up, doing what needed doing."
He didn't know where to put his hands all day. Restless, unable to keep still.
"Like what?"
"It's boring stuff, you don't want to hear it - trust me."
"Don't be stupid, I'm curious. Didn't take you for a handyman."
"Haha. It wasn't like that, anyway. She had these rips in her curtains, made from a while back. I spent most of my afternoon sewing them back together."
"...you can sew?"
"Of course I can sew. Needlework, crochet, knitting. It's like tying a knot on a fishing hook; or making nets."
It's like breathing, you're sure of it. As simple as walking up and down stairs for him. Skills that stay with him well into adulthood; that outlines every step even this far from the sea. Rich with community and stories, and you envy him. In your house with stark white walls, you envy him.
"I'm not really good with my hands - can't sew or anything to save my life."
"I could teach you."
"....really?"
"Only if you want. But we'd start off slow; maybe some knots first, and then simple weaving patterns," You can hear the gears turn in his head. He's completely serious and the thought makes you dizzy, for some reason.
"You don't have to, you know." You say, quietly.
"I want to. It'll be fun, give me something to do instead of sitting around all day."
"Fun? That's one way to phrase a couple of hours with me." You laugh.
"What does that mean?" His tone makes your voice die in your throat.
"Just," you chew your lip. "A joke, mostly. I know I'm not the easiest to be around. So you don't have to… pretend or anything."
He doesn't speak for a bit. You check to see if he's still there, your only indication light breathing in the background.
"I know what it's like to pretend, but this isn't…"
There's rustling, the creak and bustle of something, like he's sitting up.
"Fuck… I wanted to see you again. I want to spend time with you. I mean it."
Soft, you whisper. "Okay."
Shakily, he repeats it: like a chant, a prayer, a spell.
"I mean it ."
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our mvp- patrick mahomes.
pairing| husband!patrick mahomes x wife!reader
summary| patrick and his growing family celebrate the chiefs third super bowl win at their parade
authors note| this is my first time writing for patrick and tbh i actually love how this came out! i switched a few things up from his current life in this story that i think flowed better! lmk what you think!!! 💓💓
the past few days had been absolute chaos but in a good way. the chiefs had won the super bowl for the third time and you’re husband had won mvp. things had been really good.
your 4-year-old son was absolutely ecstatic about everything that had happened. he was his dad's second biggest fan (after you of course). he adored pat and was his twin and mirrored all of his actions. so when you pulled up to the big party bus he immediately freaked out knowing he’d be able to celebrate with his dad.
“daddy the bus has the chiefs logo on it!!” your son bronze said in awe as he stared out the window. “yeah buddy i know. wanna get on it?” patrick said as he smiled at your son “um YEAH!!” he said practically jumping out of his seat when the car had come to a stop. “let’s go mommy & daddy!!!” he said as you followed behind him as quickly as you could at 6 months pregnant
“i’m comin' baby!” you said as pat stepped out before you and assisted you out of the car. his hand was placed supportively on your lower back as you both walked behind your eager son to the bus. “i told you he’d be more excited than you.” you said to your husband as you looked up at him “i really didn’t think he’d be that excited” pat said as he laughed “babe you’re his idol anything that involves you automatically makes him excited.” you said as you stopped before getting into the bus “i got so lucky with you three…” he said as he rubbed your belly and leaned in to kiss your lips “mom, dad!!!! come on everybody’s waiting for you!” you’re son said as he looked down at you from the top of the bus. “we’re comin!” you said as you chuckled “i love you baby, you’re our mvp..” you said placing your hand on his chest and placing a kiss on his cheek before slowly climbing up the stairs of the bus before pat was immediately behind you guiding you up the stairs.
“jeez me and bronze thought you guys got lost down there…” your sons godfather travis kelce said sarcastically as you and patrick made it to the roof of the bus. “we’ll hello to you too trav.” you said as you gave him a hug “hey y/n how’s the babe doin?” he said as he did his signature fist bump to your belly “she’s doing great! keeps me up all night and in the bathroom every 10 minutes but she’s thriving!” you said with a tight lipped smile on your face “you’re a trooper!” he said as he laughed and patrick came over after chatting with one of his teammates and dabbed him up. “i’m gonna go see bronze babe.” you said to pat as he replied with an “okay baby” and kissed your forehead before you walked away
“bronze you havin fun?” you said coming up from behind your son who was talking to orlando. “yeah momma!!” he said as he hugged your lower half. “hey orlando how are you!” you said as you sat in the seat next to your son needing a break from standing in your heels. “hey y/n i’m good how are you and the baby?” he said trying to look at you and your son as he talked to him. “we’re good! thank you for asking.” you said as you smiled at him “of course! hey do you mind if i put bronze in one of my tiktoks?” he asked as he pulled out his phone and mini microphone. “yeah i’m fine with that! get me in there too!” you said jokingly. “don’t play i will! i actually was planning to interview all three of you guys too!” he said causing you to laugh. he ended up asking bronze a bunch of questions about the nfl and how he felt about everything that had been happening lately and it was super cute.
“okay bronze last question! what are you most excited for coming up?” he said as he placed the mic next to your son. “um well my mommy’s pregnant and about to have a baby so i’m excited to be a big brother and hope i’m a good one!” he said nervously which immediately brought tears to your eyes. “wow bud that was actually really sweet!” he said as he pretended to wipe tears from his eyes but then he saw you and signaled the recorder to put the camera on you. “y/n you good?” he said slightly concerned “yeah yeah that was just really sweet…” you said as you squeezed your son and kissed all over his face “mom stop!!” he said trying to break free from your grip until you finally let go. “we’ll let’s interview y/n mahomes now! seems only right.” orlando said as he moved to sit in the seat next to you as you were laughing as you wiped your tears “sorry pregnancy hormones make me so emotional.” you said as you looked at the camera.
“nah it’s all good! now if you guys have been following patrick and y/n for a while now you know they’ve been together since college right y/n?” orlando said moving the mic to you. “yeah that’s true!! we met in our freshmen years of college and have been together ever since!” you said as you smiled “that’s awesome. i think anyone would say that you’re pat’s biggest supporter and number one fan. would you agree?” “oh, i definitely am. i love him so much and support him with every bone in my body. but i think i’ve got some competition with bronze! he’s trying to beat me for number 1!” you said as you looked slightly mad but anyone could look past your facade and tell that was the opposite. “you definitely do!! i don’t think he can take your spot tho! that’s why we got you this…” orlando said as he pulled a fake gold metal out of his bag that had pats face on it that said ‘#1 fan of the mvp” on it. “oh my god…i love it!” you said as you laughed and put the necklace over your neck. it was long enough that it reached your very pregnant belly but it was perfect.
“speaking of look who’s walking over here! let’s get pats reaction to that…” he said as patrick walked over as he had already been looking for you and your son who was sitting on your right side as he slept peacefully. “hey orlando!!” hey bab- oh my god…” he said as he saw your necklace and bent over laughing “do you like…? i’ve won the #1 fan award!” you said as you started to laugh too and he walked over to you. “oh i love it and you’re keeping it for later..” he said loud enough for only you to hear as he leaned in to kiss your lips causing all the men around you to erupt in cheers and you to roll your eyes.
“you ready for your interview pat?” orlando asked “oh yeah buddy let’s do it.” pat said as he dabbed him up. “so sorry to interrupt i’m just gonna go downstairs with this little guy so he can rest before the parade starts!” you said as you got up and picked up your son trying not to wake him. “okay baby call me if you need me. i’ll be down in a bit” he said as he gave your butt a gentle slap as you walked in front of him that didn’t go unnoticed by the other guys as they all looked at each other. “bye y/n & bronze see ya later!” orlando said as the camera followed you two as you walked.
“now pat if you could play for any other team in the nfl what team would you play for…” “hm i don’t know man that’s a hard question but if i had to pick id say….” orlando asked him many other questions some about the nfl some about his past and future and many about you and your growing family. “okay final question before we start moving! who’s your biggest inspiration? the reason you do what you do?” orlando said as he watched patrick’s face light up.
“oh man you already know my answer. my wife y/n is my biggest supporter and i’m so thankful for her you don’t even know. i love that woman so much man and id do anything for her. also, of course, our son bronze is my mini me and i love him so much. and our baby girl on the way! that’s the reason i do what i do for them.” pat said with a huge smile on his face. “wow man that was really sweet. congrats again bro! now go find your wifey!” he said as pat dabbed him up once again and went downstairs to quickly find you guys before the parade started. when he walked downstairs he found your son asleep with his head resting on your belly and you were also asleep right beside him. you had every right to be exhausted because you’d basically been up the last two days and had only been running on a few hours of sleep. he honestly wished he could’ve been sleeping right next to you two but the parade was about to start. “hey baby..” he said as he gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb “hm…” you said as your stirred awake “oh man i didn’t mean to fall asleep i’m sorry babe…” you said scared you’d missed the parade. “no it’s okay the parades about to start. if you guys want to stay down here that’s fine, i’ll honestly stay with you-“
“the parades are about to start! let’s go!!” your son said as he was immediately up and ready to go as soon as he heard those words. “alright then let’s go!” you said as you slowly got up from your seat taking pats extended hand. “thank you, baby. now let’s go celebrate my mvp…” you said as you leaned in and kissed his lips. before you could get too carried away your son interrupted you. “not againnnnn come on!” he said as he gently stomped his foot to get your attention causing you to laugh and break away from the kiss. “i’m not done with you baby, when we get home we’ll finish..” patrick said with a smirk on his face. “okay mvp…” you said smirking at him as you adjusted the glasses on his head and walked towards your son and the top of the bus. god, you drove him crazy but he loved you more than anything.
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Helloooooo anyone who still follows me! I figured I’d better do a writeup of my pilgrimage to Slane with some notorious fellow tumblr hags because most of THEM are headed to Wembley for multiple shows which is fine and I’m not jealous at all because it’s FINE.
Amongst other things, in this writeup I will address A) my first time flying internationally (0/10 would do again but did not enjoy) B) the very flexible meaning of “5 minute walk” coming from an Irish or British person, C) the Irish weather (glorious), and D) the personal shortcomings of everyone I met on the trip (this section WILL be lengthy)*
Anyway my last day of school with students was Thursday June 8, and yesterday I had to be at work to do summer cleanup & checkout. In between I flew to Dublin???? Met my friends?? Almost died(more on that later)! And came back home! It’s insanity. So I waved goodbye to the buses on Thursday, raced home, dyed my hair (? I was not thinking clearly), packed, and was at the airport by 5:45 PM. “Wow!” you might be thinking, “She’s clearly very efficient and organized!” Unless you’ve ever spent two (2) minutes with me, then you know better. So yeah, flight was uneventful, Aer Lingus is kinda crappy but if you were seated in the first 10 rows you had a chance of getting an ice cube in your water so there’s that.
Upon arrival at Dublin, I met up with the fabulous @aggresivelyfriendly fresh from Italy and we had the loveliest taxi driver chat with us through sunny Dublin and drop us at the door of our very hip boutique hotel and I thought wow, these taxi drivers are so nice! Can’t wait to meet more of them! HAHAHAHA anyway
At the hotel we met up with fellow Americans @chasm2018 and @accidentalharrie , soon joined by the best UK/Ireland team since Harry & Niall, the delightful @cantquitu and @justharried as well as the famed, Harry-endorsed Mr. Justharried, who not only endured our company but even gave a good show of enjoying it! A fine man indeed 😘. Anyway yes, we hugged, we chatted, we ate, it was GRAND. A plan was formulated! Pop down to early merch, see a few sights, have a little lunch, shop a bit maybe, then dinner…all sounded lovely. Bit of walking, they said. Not very far, they said. Just down the road! they said.
So anyway we get to early merch—just a 10-15 minute walk with lovely weather, and there was NO LINE. None. Walked in, walked up to the counter, bought stuff, done. Blew my mind tbh. Okay great! Headed over to have snacks (the authentic Irish delicacy they call “nachos” idk if you’ve heard of them) and drinks at a church in front of a bronze bust of Arthur (I think?) Guinness, tended to by a very charming waiter who seemed accustomed to crazy Americans who want ice in their water. 10/10.
Side note: I wanted to hear some authentic Irish music. You know, walk by a pub and hear some Celtic ballad being sung while emotional old men all hold up their mugs of foamy beer, right? Well. As it turns out, their musical selections in a bar are pretty much what you’d hear here and I saw NO emotional old men swaying with their pints up as they sang along :/. But we wandered and cantquitu told us tales of her misspent youth in the thrift shops and it was lovely! 10/10
Another “”5 minute walk”” and we were at dinner, which was so lovely. No ice water, naturally, but lovely nonetheless! I had a traditional Irish salmon and tortellini with edamame. FUN FACT: 75% of the world’s supply of edamame is grown in Dingle, Ireland, famously home to Fungi (pronounced FUN-ghee) the dolphin, may he rest in peace. (Parts of that fact are actually true btw, but not the edamame part.)
A quick jaunt (45 miles or so) back to the hotel for more drinks and then off to bed to rest up for HARRYYYYYYYY!! I began to have serious regrets about my footwear choices, and rightly suspected that Saturday could be worse, but HARRY!!!!
STATS: step count: 18K // Ubers taken: 0 // successful acquisitions of a beverage with ice in it: 2 // painful blisters formed: 3
So on Saturday I switched up my shoes and hopes for the best. A quick 5 minute/6 mile walk* to the coach pickup spot and shortly we were on a stifling bus to Slane!! Expect a 20-30 minute walk to the venue, Ticketmaster told me HAHAHA anyway we get dropped off in a cow pasture (FUN FACT: Irish pastures are the lumpiest in the world*), somehow adopt two Irish teenagers who didn’t know until day of that they were supposed to have a chaperone over 25, poor things (I better never catch Lenna & Lily—cantquitu’s beloved nieces—complaining about hags in the fandom!), and off we go! Anyway after the short cow pasture walk and a bridge crossing there was a security check and I thought gosh this wasn’t bad at all! Surely security wouldn’t be set up 46 miles from the venue right? So I strolled through this wooded area, pleasant weather, good company, nice breeze…for perhaps 2-3 hours? Idk might’ve been a bit shorter but I definitely at one point said “Do you think this is some kind of prank? Like just to see how far we’ll walk?” Genuinely, it was FOREVER. My footwear choices had not been sound, my blisters from the day before were so ouchy oh and FUN FACT: the average preferred walking speed of my companions is a 5-minute mile. Which is like a 3-second kilometer, I did the math.*
ANYWAY. The first sign of civilization we saw was a stone wall with a hand-painted sign that I will post here
Please note this is not my photo and must be older as there are now 23 KILLED. SO FAR. Cantquitu told me that is one of her favorite Irish traditions* idk seemed a bit dark to me but 🤷🏻♀️
So we’re clearly there, right?? Hahahaha no. Another few billion miles later there’s another security check, then a ticket scan, THEN we’re at the top of a massive hill with merely 6 more miles* to walk to get to our Hollywood pod. I’ve drawn you a map of our route which I will post here.
Once we were settled, it was as you’d expect. So happy. So much fun. I ~almost forgot about the death march I had endured and tried to forget about the inevitably worse one awaiting us—though turns out there was an easier path home—still ages, and done in a sea of people, but easier!
Anyway you all probably saw the show or the best bits of it on video but here are my standout moments that wouldn’t have been captured on a livestream:
• the ADORABLE Scottish couple next to us with the guy being THE biggest harrie—knew every word, every drum fill, every 1-2-3-4…his girlfriend was a sweetheart too but just may have been the lesser into Harry between the two lol—we hugged goodbye and I hope they have a wonderful life ❤️
• the absolute shock of hurrying back from the bathrooms (such as they were 😬) while I Wanna Dance With Somebody was playing and seeing like…nobody….dancing. The disrespect!!!!
• the fact that About Damn Time and 24K Magic were the favorites from Annie Mac’s set that’s RIGHT! YAY AMERICA!!!!!! Idk some other songs played that I guess people liked or whatever but let’s be real
• if you have seen a pic of Harry in his favorite little brown leisurewear up at the castle you can thank…I want to say justharried? Might’ve been the mister who originally spotted him? but it was 1000% justharried who played Paul Revere and soon the entire crowd was staring at him. He moved his arm in a gesture that was NOT a wave but looked at the start like it possibly COULD have been a wave and literally the whole crowd started waving at him…it was so cute but needless to say he retreated soon after before re-emerging for Mitch’s set
• During Fine Line I looked at aggressively friendly and she was crying and then I of course immediately cried as I do and then we swayed and cried and it was just…a moment. Telling myself that things will be alright has become very difficult in my life these past few years and it felt both cathartic and bittersweet and just…all the things ❤️
• My entire posse collaborating to get my feet OUT of my shoes and IN to cantquitu’s extra flip-flops she’d brought along (a size too big for her but two sizes too small for me—before you start picturing me as Sasquatch or something I wear a very normal size US 8!) which genuinely felt SO much better and I don’t think I’d have made it back otherwise, thank you ❤️
And I’ve thought of so many funny things to say but tumblr crashed the first time I wrote this and I had to redo it again and I lost it so just know, it was worth every bit of blood (and yes there was blood), sweat (soooo much sweat) and tears (Tam’s fault!!) and I’d do it all over again no question!!
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The Lost Boys watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer:
(Part Two- Seasons 4-5) (spoilers for BTVS)
Part one
•They take another break after the season 3 final. Angel leaving the show broke Dwayne’s heart just a little
•They start season four and Paul’s like, ‘there’s a vampire frat???? Where can I pledge?!
•…never mind
•They don’t have a good feeling about this Parker guy (really they just don’t like to watch her fuck human guys, but 🤷🏻♀️)
•They think Dingos Ate My Baby is really cool
•Marko and Paul think they should start a band too!
•Dwayne and David are like, we don’t play instruments?????
• “you guys ruin everything”😠 -Marko
•David’s like, ‘fine, we all sing you guys want to start a quartet? Is that what you want????’
•Paul thinks that sounds like a good time tbh
•But he senses David was being sarcastic…so they keep watching.
•SPIKE IS BACK???? Fuck. Yes.
•He’s got a new crazy vampire babe?? This guy is their hero
•Dwayne is like, I can’t believe Spike literally tried to kill Buffy but Parker’s the biggest villain of this episode
•They all love Oz
•They don’t care that he’s a wolf, they’d vibe (ok, David cares a little)
•Paul swears up and down that man smokes weed. He’s like, no person is that calm all the time
•NEVERMIND
•Paul watches Oz cheat on Willow and he says “it’s giving Parker”
•The military got Spike????? THAT CAN HAPPEN???
•They had never considered this possibility before
•They’re like damn we might have to lay low for a couple weeks, like “the murder capital of the world” is probably on some government radars
•Dwayne says he only supports an army totally independent of and opposed to a capitalist state
•Paul’s like, can we just watch the show? Geez
•They are absolutely terrified by the prospect of a chip that can stop you from killing
•Marko is furious
• “WHY WOULD YOU TAKE AWAY HIS ONE TRUE JOY IN UNLIFE YOU MONSTERS.”
•They take another break after this episode, that last one was the vampire equivalent of a Saw movie
•They come back after their massacre break
•David’s like, this better be a Spike heavy episode
•Spike’s kinda in his ‘no bitches🥺’ era right now tho
•They skip Pangs. As they should.
•Next episode Willow casts a spell so that Buffy falls for Spike
•They like Willow
•They do NOT like Riley
•They thought Xander was the biggest Vampire cock block and now Buffy’s flirting with this army guy????
•Disappointing
•Hush freaks them out
•Dwayne is clenching his teeth throughout the episode.
•Like they may be vampires but these freaky guys cutting peoples hearts out in silence with smiles on their faces? Hella creepy. They are not fans
• “No Spike don’t stake yourself you’re too sexy ahaha”-Paul
•He even makes a Hawaiian shirt look good
•Like why he keep it unbuttoned like that, he knew what he was doing
•David listens to them thirst over this guy that looks quite a bit like him with a smirk on his face praise kink
• ‘oh man the military organization are the bad guys? Who could have predicted this incredibly surprising turn of events’🙄
•Spike can’t catch a break
•Marko is SO pissed he can’t eat Riley
•All this seasons problems could be solved if Spike could eat Riley
•Faith is back and it’s erotic
•Paul watches this episode chanting “kiss kiss kiss” under his breath
•They do not kiss:(
•Faith stole Buffy’s body???
•😮😮😮😮
•They get to that one scene with Spike in the Bronze where Faith (in Buffy’s body) tells Spike, “I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.”
•Paul’s like, ‘I would sell my soul just to hear her say that to me’
•David’s like, ‘you already sold your soul for eternal life dumbass’
•Paul is grumpy™️
•The next episode features Riley and Buffy having constant and uncontrollable sex
•It hurts Paul to see people living his dream
•The boys pat him on the back sympathetically
•Oz comes back and Marko’s like, ‘She likes GIRLS dog boy! You blew it!’
•They love Willow and Tara🥰 unproblematic couple
•Spike is a MENACE Marko loves him
•finding new and innovative ways to be evil😈
•The military is really putting chips in people left and right (new fear unlocked for the boys)
•Paul should NOT have smoked before the dream sequence episode
•Dracula cameo in the next episode
•They did him dirty with this portrayal, he’s not that ugly in really life
•Like that’s sort of their great grandfather??
•She let him drink from her?? Again, it hurts to see everyone else living their dream😔
•Dracula has not one, but three crazy vampire girlfriends
•Respect.
•Marko is seething
•Buffy kills Dracula and they’re like, so are the hot vampire chicks free👀
•Harmony’s back? Nice.
•They’re already tired of Dawn.
•She has a crush on Xander so they know she’s got terrible taste
•Spike has a plan to get that chip out of his head, Marko’s like, “fucking finally” he misses bloodthirsty Spike he was hot
•Spike does not get the chip out of his head
•He DOES have a wet dream about Buffy
•Paul’s like, ‘he just like me fr’
•This next episode features Spike in his orignal ‘No Bitches🥺’ era
•They all look at David when ponytail, glasses, poetry Spike comes on screen
• “I wasn’t like that.” -David
•They like, ok and all side eye each other👀
•Angel (sort of) makes a cameo in this episode and Dwayne smiles
•He missed him🥺
•They watch 70s punk Spike steal his coat off the body of a dead slayer
•They’re like is that how you got yours David
•He’s like yes
•He found it in a dumpster, but the boys don’t need to know that
•Spike is boyfriend material fr, Buffy’s trippin’
•They don’t like when the monsters are gross
•They came here for a sexy time and a sexy time only😤
•Riley’s going to vampire clubs to let vampires drink from him? Dwayne says: “men will do anything but go to therapy”
•They watch her set the vampire den on fire with their jaws on the floor
• “I really think I could fix her you guys, I just need one night” -Paul
•They roll their eyes at Riley’s bitching
•Just let him fly away on that helicopter Buffy, you can do better
•Spike is killing vampires now?? Wtf???
•Paul’s like, ‘we’ve done a lot of things to get laid. Remember Michael?’ They stare at David
•David’s like you right you right
•Glory’s a god? Damn
•They like ayo baby let us worship you
•real talk, there’s not many characters on the show they don’t find incredibly attractive
•Dawn, Xander, and Riley are pretty much the only ones that didn’t make the hot list
• “but what about Giles?” He sings and plays guitar, he looks damn good in a suit, he’s a total daddy, he’s on the list.
•Spike is a simp
•SPIKE IS A HUGE SIMP
•Takes her on a little stake out date and everything (smooth)
•Buffy rejects him?
•They like give him a chance Buffy he would treat you so well (and let him bite you a little geez)
•Marko’s like, ‘there’s more vampire sex coming right? It wasn’t just the one time’
•Paul’s like, ‘I read the season six plot summary, yes😈’
•Woah crazy vampire girlfriend’s back
•Things are gettin kinda freaky
•They had missed the bondage in this show fr
•Buffy’s mom dies?!?!
•This episode hurt them
•As little as they care for human life, they all had mothers once, even if they can’t remember anymore
•Humans are so fragile
•Angel returns to comfort Buffy, Dwayne thinks he’s husband material
•Spike has those nerd guys build him a…Buffy sex robot???
•Dwayne’s team Angel
•Paul’s like, “haha that’s so crazy of him” he immediately googles if he can get one
•He cannot. Probably for the best.
•Willow has to watch Tara’s brain get drained from her skull???? No!!!!
•They love Willow and Tara!!!
•They don’t care how hot this bitch is (they care a little) Buffy better kick her ass
•oh damn ok Willow’s gonna kick her ass
•They’re running away now?
•Spike pulls up with a giant Winnebago, they love him
•Paul’s like, ‘you think we can drive during the day like that if we black out all the windows?’
•Dwayne’s like, ‘you know you’re never allowed behind the wheel of a car ever again’
•Paul pouts
•The bad guys steal the kid?
•Things got real dark real quick
•SHE HAS TO DIE? Wtf
•Paul’s like ‘remember when the biggest problem in this show was what to wear to the prom?’
•Buffy and Spike are friends again! Yay!
•Willow a badass fr
•Oh my god they might really kill this kid
•SHE DIES??? BUFFY DIES???
•It can’t end like this
•They need another break after that finale (Paul is inconsolable)
There will be a part 3 for seasons 6-7!! (And season sex six is spicy, Paul’s excited)
Tag list❤️🖤❤️:
@misslavenderlady @6lostgirl6 @ghoulgeousimmaculate @crustyraccoon @riz-coolgirl @skeletonea
#the lost boys#dwayne lost boys#david lost boys#paul lost boys#marko lost boys#tlb#tlb 1987#lost boys headcanons#the lost boys 1987#the lost boys fic#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#buffy btvs
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This is amazing, her measuring him for wedding clothes and fussing and his standing still for it.
Ummm, has everyone forgotten about the head spikes or has it receded to bronze medal status after all the other parade of horribles?
I love that he tells her the truth (well except for her possibly dying) - he and the moon people are doomed. This is tragic and epic but also so very “warlord discusses business with his wife and I am melting.”
I love this! Her reaction to being told it’s hopeless, that he and his people may perish is “let’s get married first.” I love how she reaffirms her commitment over and over again.
God, the way he tries to steer her to go back to CH as a means of saving her life though he cannot bear to say it directly and she knows and ignores it. Those two. If Rong Hao is love at its most selfish and self-centered and destructive, these two are the opposite of all that.
It makes me think of the bit from some Christian weddings where they quote from the Book of Ruth (which ironically was not romantic but daughter in law to mother in law, familial love is as important.)
But Ruth said, “Do not urge me to leave you or turn back from following you; for where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God. Where you die, I will die, and there I will be buried. Thus may the Lord do to me, and worse, if anything but death parts you and me.”
Hand fixation and the way his don’t dare to go around her but after she reaffirms she is going nowhere they finally do!
She chooses him over and over and over. He’s been deprived of love all his life. How can he not fall in love with that? How could anyone, tbh?
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Providence a Doflamingo x reader fic
Part 1
CONTAINS: dark content (emotional manipulation) otherwise SFW, slight fluff but mostly angst
Tbh I don't think this series will have more than two or three parts but anyways here's part one. It's gonna be sort of a prequel to part 2. Haven't edited it so it's probably gonna be rly stream of consciousnessy. Also, my first time posting here! Reader is written as a brown woman but read her however you like. Hope you enjoy!
You were raised in a brothel frequented by merchants and scholars alike. They would often hold meetings here, sharing information while enjoying a stiff drink and a woman on their lap. Your mother was the favourite of a renowned scholar from Ohara who had been excommunicated from the archaeologists society. An elderly man who decided to spend the last of his years in this brothel. The closest thing to a father that you’ve ever had. He instilled a love for archaeology in you, taught you how to decipher lost languages and made you an expert in ponegliffs at the age of 15.
He died a few years later. It was around that time Doflamingo and his family came into town. They had planned for it to be a short visit. Word had reached them about a girl of 18 who lived in a brothel �� a girl that knew how to read ponegliffs. Seeing an opportunity to make money, your mother sold you off to Doflamingo.
Doflamingo knew your worth and knew how to care for you. A precious addition to his crew. You were a rarity, someone who was essential in his quest for divinity. The day you were sold off was the worst day of your life but the life that came after was one you could never have imagined were you to stay in that port town. Doflamingo gave you books, clothes, and a room of your own. Freedom. The family treated you as one of their own and slowly but surely you began to open up to them. Senor Pink took you to see his wife a couple of times, and you grew close to Baby 5 and Buffalo, them being the only members around your own age. You vaguely knew that Doflamingo had dealings in the underground market but you were often left out of business meetings and missions. To you, Doflamingo was an elusive figure. That is until 9 years later, when you witnessed what this man was actually capable of, when the man they call the great heavenly demon brought an entire kingdom to its knees.
“You can leave whenever you wish to.” He noted the fear in your eyes as you gazed down upon the inferno, “Although... as it is now, I don’t think that you’ll find a reason to leave”. You heard his command loud and clear. You realise that this man is a mirage of gentle greatness harbouring pure evil at the core. Tears prickle behind your eyes as you feared that he was just getting started.
“Oh, my sweet girl… you did this”. His large hands cup your cheeks, tilting your head up to face him. “I thank you. I could never have done this without you.” You finally begin to cry at his words. He embraces you and there’s little you can do but let him. Your hands balled up into tight fists, resting on his broad chest.
You couldn’t sleep the first night in his care. “Mother never loved you, she only saw you as profit – nothing but money to be made. You're all alone in this world”. Poisonous thoughts occupied your mind, you needed a distraction. So you sneaked into the library and looked for a book to read.
Doflamingo was about to enter the library as well, when he caught a glimpse of you. At that moment, he thought that you looked like divine in your stark white nightgown contrasted with long black hair and bronze skin illuminated by warm candle light. You struggled to reach a book at the top of the shelf until you saw a hand shoot up from behind you. Doflamingo grabbed the book and studied the cover, “The Book of Five Rings? Didn’t know that we had this”. His sudden appearance managed to purge your mind of any thoughts of your mother. Completely dumbfounded, the only thing that you could muster up was “Do you read, sir?”
He chuckled lightly as he walked over to a velvet chaise lounge and settled into it with the book.
“Of course you–“ you wished that you hadn’t spoken at all in the first place, "it’s your library after all”.
“I don’t have much time to read these days.”
You studied his features for a while, spiky blonde hair and a sharp jawline. He was as handsome as he was intimidating.
“Uhm… I couldn’t sleep.”
“I see…”
“I thought I would read instead.”
He looked confused for a short moment until he realised, “Ah, I've hijacked your book.”
“Oh, no… I’ll read another. I didn’t mean–“
He cut you off and pointed to another book “Grab me the blue paperback on the desk there.”
You grabbed it and handed it to him.
“I’ll give you back your book and read this one instead.”
You nodded. “Thank you, sir. I-I’ll read it in my room”
“You can stay,” coming from him, it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion, “Let me keep you company until you feel like you can sleep.”
You spent the rest of the night together with Doflamingo. In a soothing silence.
Despite his imposing presence, he has always been gentle with you. Even as he massacred a whole kingdom and turned the king into his own puppet. You knew that you had to leave him, however improbable it may be, you had to escape from this man.
#Doflamingo x you#OP Providence series#one piece x you#one piece x y/n#doflamingo x brown reader#one piece x brown reader#tw: suggestive#tw: emotional manipulation#english isn't my native language so...#Uh... yeah#doflamingo x reader#doflamingo x y/n#donquixote doflamingo#one piece x reader#donquixote doflamingo x reader#one piece
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what is mai and natila's story? are they in lo ve?
Mai and Natila were raised as Jedi in the Temple on Coruscant. From the beginning, they were inseparable. They understood each other better than anyone else did. They were each other’s first friend, first love, first everything.
Mai, out of her generation of Jedi, was considered one of the most dedicated and skilled, which put a lot of pressure on her to do well and be a role model to her fellow classmates. Meanwhile, Natila, with her restless nature and weak connection to the Force, was at best, thought to be a mediocre Jedi and at worst, a disappointment. This created a rift in their relationship. Mai was jealous of Natila’s freedom, while Nat envied the attention that Mai gained so ‘easily’. Nevertheless, they stayed close throughout their early years.
When they were teenagers, they realised their romantic feelings for each other. Natila was more open about it, while Mai expressed it through quiet acts of devotion. After a trip to Ilum, the two of them decided to swap their newly-found crystals, as a symbol of their love for each other.
Then the Padawan trials came. Mai passed easily and was offered a place as a Padawan. Meanwhile, Natila was left in the dust. She convinced Mai to join her in a little act of rebellion, to make the Jedi pay [tbh I haven’t sorted the complete why and what they do, but the end result is still the same]. While they’re in the middle of it though, the alarms go off and Natila is trapped in a security Force field. Panicking and knowing that the guards are coming, Mai flees and leaves Nat to face the full brunt of the consequences.
Mai would have gotten away with it, but Natila didn’t. No one offered to take her under their wing and so the Council made the decision to exile her from the Temple. She was offered a place in a different wing of the Order [Peace corps type deal] but she refused. Bitter and betrayed, she left the Temple without saying goodbye to Mai. She still kept the lightsaber crystal though.
Years passed with no contact between them. Mai became a Jedi Knight, then Nuri’s Master. She kept Natila’s crystal, but didn’t use it in her lightsaber, as she didn’t consider herself worthy of it. Natila carved out a sphere of influence in the Coruscant underworld. She became known as a broker and hunter, under the alias of the Bronze Blade. She focused mainly on sourcing information, either to sell or to use for her own gain.
As the galactic conflict heightened, Mai and Natila’s spheres came into collision. Mai went hunting for an ancient weapon the Jedi could use. A contact of hers suggested an information broker who might know something about it and Mai was led right to Natila’s door.
Their reunion was intense, to say the least. Natila had been hiding her rage for years and seeing Mai brought it all out into the light. She blamed her old friend for all of it: for her years of struggle under Mai’s shadow, for her exile, for abandoning her. Mai took the brunt of it and asked if they could set aside their past for the sake of the mission at hand.
Natila was initially hesitant, but agreed to work with Mai. Once again, specifics I haven’t worked out yet, but the two of them hunt for the weapon together and find their feelings start to rekindle. They both know though that their relationship will never be what it once was. But the yearning is very real and very much there. They will always have history and they will always know the other better than they know themselves.
Later on, Ziost happens. Mai, Nat, Nuri, Leiko and the rest of my cast of characters are sent to investigate and stop the Sixth Line. Before they leave, Mai pulls Natila aside and admits that she never stopped loving her, that she accepts it if Nat never forgives her, but would like to earn her trust again. Natila says she’d be willing and the two of them share a little tender moment (either hand kiss or full kiss, don’t know quite yet). Mai urges Nat to be safe, since she’ll be on the front lines. Then they part ways.
And um..one of them dies on Ziost. So yay.
I think of my Star Wars OCs in the context of a tv show format, so Mai and Natila are side characters in this one and don’t have a lot of focus, but it’s still important and devastating.
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give us a lil tease on the ros you cut 🤭 see if people start clawing at the walls for them 👀
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If I do decide to make them RO's, they probably won't be available right away. All 3 are also nephilim and won't be showing up in the story until after MC finds out about their own angelic heritage. I already have almost half of the first chapter written, and I really don't want to go through to figure out how to squeeze them in. But!! Here's what I have so far.
Micah Richmon - 21. 6'0. He/Him. Afro-Latino. He has a bronze skin tone, dark hair, and honey-brown (amber) eyes. He is in MC’s Social Science’s class. I drew a lot of inspo for him from Miles Morales because I adore the Spiderverse movies. So his personality really aligns with Miles, as do his hobbies. He's very fun loving and intelligent. He also has a natural talent with art and music, and he looks up to Harlowe when it comes to his musical abilities. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it yet, but Harlowe also has a natural prowess for music and would have gone into a field related to music if he hadn't gone for Psychology! So him and Micah will sit and jam and Harlowe will give him pointers. Micah is Asexual.
Delilah Reitveld - 22. 5’10. She/Her. Russian-American. She has a porcelain skin tone, dark brown hair cut into a pixie cut, and dark brown eyes. Her non-Angelic parent was from an immigrant family. She is snarky, abrasive, and keeps to herself. She focuses on goals before relationships, and has a very cutthroat approach to getting what she wants. She is demisexual, so in order for her to want a relationship with MC, they'd have not only befriend her first, they'd also have to really work for it. A straight-forward approach won't work, because she'll shut it down immediately. I always imagine her romantic relationship to be both the enemies to lovers and grumpy-sunshine tropes.
Arden Katzen - 23. 6’4. They/Them. Hispanic. They have a honey skin tone, dark brown hair cut into a short wolf-cut, and hazel eyes. Doesn’t attend Moonveld, but does live in town. Another character that is sort-of inspired by a Spiderverse character; this one being Miguel O'Hara. If I could get away with adding a character based on every single one of my favorite Spiderverse and Marvel characters, I would. They're a stickler for the rules and can come across as cold and uncaring. That being said, Arden is very loving and kind to their friends and family. They have a great sense of humor and are always down to get out and have fun. They'd definitely go out partying with Florence, MC, and Aena. Would probably act like their bodyguard tbh. Despite their RBF and intimidating size, Arden is a sweetheart. They really embody the whole, "Don't judge a book by its cover." trope.
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How would you feel if Arthur and Mera had different parenting styles for Garth?
Let’s say Mera ironically understands the severity of Garth situation of being labeled as a Curse/abomination more than Arthur. So Mera tries to teach him to be self reliant, to not trust anyone/always assume people don’t have good intentions for you, etc. also since she was an assassin maybe it’d be interesting if she was the one who teaches him how to fight and use hydrokenisis. She could also be very blunt but at the same worrying about him a lot and being a helicopter parent.
While Arthur is the complete opposite where he believes if Garth continues being noble and trying to appeal to the people of Atlantis by being a hero and putting himself out there i.e Atlantean noble events and socializing with people, etc, more people will to learn to accept him and he tries to give him a if you want respect you gotta earn it type of mentality.
I feel like there would be some good drama and conflict that way. With both ways having positives and negatives that makes Garth more conflicted on the type of man he wants to be.
What do you think would be an interesting way for Mera and Arthur to raise Garth?
I think if you flip it and reverse it, that is pretty much how Garth was “raised” by Arthur and Mera.
I think it’s significant that Arthur teaches Garth to fight because Garth’s identify is Aqualad first, person second for a lot of his life. Arthur is basically a laid back bachelor when he finds an already pretty self-reliant kid in the middle of the ocean, so fighting together and just vibing is how they bond. It’s also the reason that Arthur acts more like a brother/friend than a father, although Garth certainly is projecting the desire for parents onto him.
My preferred Arthur backstory is the fully Atlantean one, and that Arthur has a chip on his shoulder regarding Atlantis. If anyone is going to be like “take care of yourself” it’s him.
Both Arthur and Mera understand being an outcast (it’s the common thread between all characters tbh) because Mera, in the canon where she knew Garth as a child, isn’t even from their dimension. She’s a princess from Dimension Aqua (aka Xebel, the retcon name) and is actually super isolated from her previous world. But she very much is a proper princess and Garth very much seems to think of her as a mother to him. It’s interesting because the Mera we know now in canon isn’t very similar to her older counterpart. The Mera that did live in the palace with Garth in silver/Bronze Age is actually very motherly and domestic, but not “feisty” like current Mera is. If anyone is going to say “let’s be polite and maybe they’ll like you more,” it’s Mera.
I also prefer hard water being a trait Garth doesn’t have. It’s weird that they keep giving him that power, I think it takes away from Mera who only had it because she wasn’t even from Earth. TT cartoon owes me damages from their portrayal of Garth with hard water powers.
I don’t think either of them saw Garth as their son. I think he occupied the “kid brother” role for both of them, and when Mera had her own baby he was shifted into uncle/babysitter real quick. Garth very much considered them his parents (until Aquababy died, at least) and you can see his loyalty to Mera stick around even though the 90s/2000s.
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wips:
check marks mean in progress
these are in no particular order btw
requests:
- leah -> she needs to slow down in life
- it's you by ali gatie song req
- team fic (awfc)
- lucy bronze fic (no idea what i'm writing for this one tbh)
- singer!r x leah
- bday celebrations x leah
- ona x reader (based on a doublecamp song) ✅
- alexia x reader fluff ✅
- r in a poor relationship x alessia
- alexia x reader angst song req ✅
other things im writing:
- best part of me blurb series (12 of those) ✅
- alessia x reader sick fic ✅
- alessia x reader fic based off the song 'hey stupid ily' ✅
- alessia x reader christmas blurb ✅
- leah x reader fic based off a fletcher song ✅
- steph catley x reader angst blurb ✅
unfinished ideas i could continue if there's interest:
- alessia x reader (5 times and 1 about falling asleep)
- moth to a flame ideas
- 3 fics for the black and white universe
- alessia x r fic based off the songs lonely city (mokita), london (mokita), and this town (niall)
- alexia x r fic based off the song catalonia
overall a shit ton of ideas and at the same time not enough.
lmk if y'all would like anything expedited and i can try and do that! in the meantime, prolly gonna focus on the best part of me series, and knocking off reqs :)
#tho(ugh)ts#eh just an update#this kinda helps me stay focussed#please hold me accountable if im not posting any of these btw#the baby face req- i have had it written out in outline form i just need to covert my ideas into a proper fic really#blu u gotta see this
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Tales of vesperia!!!
Sooooooo I got tales (of vesperia) for like 20 dollars at a mall recently and here is my experience!!! Don't expect consistent updates lmao
When the opening cutscene was happening (where Yuri was sitting at the window) and Yuri hadn't talked yet (I had English voice on) I was like "oh she's really pretty,,," and then I heard his voice and i was like "OOP that's a man 😶"
He's still hot tho. Like genuinely. I've never found a guy THIS attractive before. Like I wouldn't want to do anything or get with him or anything like that, but like he's still really pretty. (Probably because I thought he was a girl at first 😶 the pretty boys always get me)
ESPECIALLY in the "reliable senior" outfit as well. On god. I just wish the attachments showed up on costumes so I could put glasses on RS!Yuri and lose my SHIT
Also Rita's outfit is an absolute VIBE, especially the boots, goddamn.
Also I haven't gotten Judith yet, but like... Goddamn 😳😳😳 (hot women have me acting unwise once more)
Also, I'm just saying... Flynn and Yuri? Kinda fruity thing they got going on ("I can't wait to see his face when he sees the revived great halure tree" why? So you can kiss him underneath it? So you can feel his soft lips on yours as cherry blossom petals flutter around you like in a romance novel? Gay ass.)
Edit: uhhhhhhhh this has been rotting in my drafts for god knows how long, at least since last year, but alot of stuff said still holds true.
Yuri is still hot, Judith, who I STILL haven't met, is still hot, Rita's still a vibe, and Flynn + Yuri are still hella gay to me (To the point where I said "*gasp* Toxic Yuri?" in the scene after you two reunite in rainsville USA)
But on new-er news, I just got to the Den of Guilds town and have to go somewhere because spoiler plot shit
I think Estelle has some shit going on with her. Granted i don't think she's evil, but I do think she's hiding things. I know the thing about her bastilla but besides that, nothing.
Also it's really one of two characters at this point, but I think Dragon Guy is either Raven or Judith. We need a way to fast travel *eventually*, unless we're just supposed to walk everywhere, and a dragon rider would be the perfect way to do that
Judith because she strikes me as the "dragon rider" type, and it would be cool as hell if her introduction was this badass dragon rider tbh, and all I'm saying is as far as I remember, I've never seen Raven and Dragon Guy in the same room (along with Raven also strikes me as a dragon rider.)
Leaning a litttttttle more towards Raven at this point, if only for the fact that "Hidden in plain sight" seems more likely than "New character being introduced", buuuuuut also if this whole Dragon Guy sub-plot turns out to be Judith's Introduction, I'm not gonna say I didn't call it
Anyways now I'm just going places I'm *really* probably not supposed to be at this point, and beating up Zincs and Bronzes for items to sell, despite being probably no where near the point plot-wise where I should logically be going in that area yet.
In my defense, if they didn't want me going there, they should have blocked me off from it
aaannnnnnddddddd that's it for now! Can't say expect consistent updates, but there will... Probably be updates
#tales of vesperia#tales of vesperia spoilers#tov spoilers#tried my best to keep the spoilers vague in this one 👍#not saying it was a good attempt. Just saying there was an attempt
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Just read your answer on the person who send that Getty image picture and I have a question, we don't know if Lucy privately apologised to Eni only that she didn't do it publicly.
How much of a difference would it have made if Lucy publicly apologised (a couple of years ago)? Would that made you change your mind about her as a person?
(using bronze as an example but could be generally used as well. I'm always happy to try to educate myself so therefor I'm curious about your view on this)
i have never really thought about this before cause imo even if she did apologise now, its years too late and the damage to eni (and to a certain extent drew spence too btw) has already been done
but to answer to your scenario, i think (and this is my personal opinion, will be very different from person to person ofc) i wouldn't outright forgive her and try to move on cos the things that she said and did were really nasty especially since she was a grown adult when she did it. (aka she should've known better) she actually was the only player that was very outspoken about eni's allegations and all for the wrong reasons. so tbh, i just don't think i can find it in me to change my mind about her. the damage has already been done, i truly know what she thinks and feels about racial minorities going through racism which is that we should keep our mouths shut about all this or else we'll hurt people's feelings. if she truly was sorry, she would have to retract all her statements and publicly support eni cause she has suffered the most from the england fa and from fans (partly due to what she has said too)
i don't really have a high tolerance towards racism from people even if they apologise simply cos the intention of hurting racial minorites is still there. as a woc, i face so much racism every single day of my life so why should i give grace to racists? its a very frustrating thing to go through
however, if they do make a concious effort to repair the damage that they have done and try to uplift the voices of racial minorites then maybe someday i can find it in me to start forgiving them. if it was just an apology tho and nothing done after that to show that they are actually sorry then i'll just be very indifferent towards them cos who knows they might still hold racist beliefs and them apologising was just to get people off their back.
its how i feel about nikita parris, when she apologised a couple of years later to eni, i felt that it was really sincere as she also took steps to uplift black voices and had solidarity with fellow racial minorites. this showed me that she did regret what she did, so i dont hold what her past actions against her anymore.
i hope this was helpful for you anon
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I love your rust and bronze bloods. But any other plans for more trolls. If so do you think we can get a little peak at them or their personalities?
Ahhh sorry that I get to your ask so late anon ;;
But tbh enough time has passed for me to finally show off my other fantrolls with visuals!
The lady is Vennia Eideth, the teal manager and the man is Zaojun Basill (art by/shared custody with @theartisticapparition), the indigo chef & owner of the Outglut Cafe & Bistro (place where Ofi & Das works).
Ven manages all the business and management stuff of the establishment while Zaojun is very passionate about the culinary art.
They have a funny dynamic where Zaojun doesn't really care about the details about how to run a business as long as he could do what he loves the most: cooking. This is where Vennia swooped in, offering him a deal that she will bring in people who can enjoy his cooking if he lets her handle the rest. Ven loves to organize stuff and keep things going in motion, just like clockwork, and a bistro is a perfect sandbox for her.
The joke is she looks like this outside of work:
(that's not guitar case, that's her documents briefcase)
Zaojun himself doesn't really care of who will eat his food, as long as they enjoy it. That's why despite being an indigoblood establishment, the bistro will cater to trolls in any hemospectrum as long as they can afford it.
Also both of them are on the older side and only sweep away from going off-planet, so both are really tall. Zaojun's kitchen is custom made for his size too.
Ofi at 5'1 trying to do dishes. She will need a step ladder to reach it lmao
#Homestuck#Hiveswap#Fantrolls#Vennia Eideth#Zaojun Basill#Ofelia Asvini#Kuroha Ai#anon#ask#reply#finally the bistro crew is complete
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