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sketalya · 7 months

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Finally I can draw my favorite OTP TwT

💙Edward x Emily💚

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The story about the relationship between them is kinda long but I have tried my best to shorten it, so here it is:

• Long before they became lovers...Emily and Edward were just best friends. And at that time Emily had strong feelings for Thomas, she did everything she could to convey her feelings to Thomas. She even competed with Rosie, who at that time also liked him.

• But as time went by, Emily found out that Thomas actually liked another woman (That was Lady). And because she's tired of competing just for unrequited love...Emily decided to give up and let Rosie, who still didn't give up on her feelings (Rosie still didn't know that Thomas liked Lady at that time)

• She maybe looked fine but actually she still felt heartbroken until one day Edward noticed that Emily looked different from usual and asked if she was okay. And because Emily thought she could trust her best friend, she told Edward everything that happened. Edward listened carefully and let Emily pour out everything that was in her heart.

• After all that, whenever Emily was having a bad day she always took the time to meet Edward and tell him everything (That's because he is a good secret keeper). Of course Edward didn't mind listening to her, he even always tried to make Emily tough again and sometimes gave her advice if she needed it.

• They're slowly became closer and were seen together more often than before. Until Emily realized that she felt comfortable whenever she was with Edward. (Can't blame her...He's kind, gentle, wise, a good listener, and has a sweet smile). Emily quickly realized that she was now in love with him, unwilling to fail like before. Emily decides to be more confident and confesses her feelings to Edward. Didn't care about the fact that Edward was older than her and probably wasn't interested in a romantic relationship like that.

• And yeah...It wasn't easy for Emily because Edward always rejected her. Not because he didn't like her. But Edward wasn't sure whether Emily really had feelings for him, He always thought. "Why did she choose to like an ordinary guy like me when there are many guys who are much younger and handsome out there?"

• When he asked Emily about that. She said, "It's because I can...I feel comfortable whenever I'm with you and I like everything about you! It's okay if you still reject me today, there's still tomorrow and you have to know that I won't give up this time."

That answer actually made Edward quite surprised, he didn't expect that Emily would be really serious about that.

• As time goes by. Emily really didn't give up until finally Edward started to feel the same way and decided to accept Emily's feelings.

• At the beginning of their relationship, they were both a little awkward and their relationship also has to go through many challenges...Their age difference that makes it difficult for them to get along with each other, Edward doesn't seem very good at understanding women, Have different ideas about how a date can go well, Emily always decided something without listening to Edward's opinion first, People commenting about their relationship....Actually there are still many other things, but fortunately they both always learn from their mistakes, they can get through it all with good communicating and being open to each other.

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Okay...Now let's talk about their dynamics:

• Every week, Edward would come to see Emily and give her a bouquet of flowers. A simple classic gift but Emily always looks forward to it every week because she really likes flowers, especially if they are from her boyfriend.

• Sometimes Emily tries to tease Edward, hoping to see him blush and be embarrassed, but Edward often doesn't understand and misunderstands that. So it turned out to be difficult for Emily because she had to explain it to him.

• Bossy big sister figure who talks a lot x Calm big brother figure who listens more often

• They're usually always hang out somewhere after work just to tell each other about their day. Sometimes they also gossip about the trouble that Tidmoud bois had caused that day.

• Emily is one of the lucky person besides Thomas, James, and Percy who knows that Edward is very skilled at singing and playing violin. Of course since she was his girlfriend, Edward wouldn't mind playing music for Emily as long as no one else saw it. (Edward still feels insecure about his skills even though there are 4 people have said he is talented)

• They acted more like a pair of besties than a pair of lovers...But that wasn't a bad thing because they can got along with each other well.

• There is a funfact...Toby was the person who helped them both when they first started dating, so sometimes Emily and Edward would also ask....or maybe...force Toby to come out with them.

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Bonus:

• Emily every time she tries to confess her feelings to Edward

• And this is Toby who just wanted to help at first but ended up being stuck with them all the time

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And btw....In my AU, Edward is Thomas' foster brother...So somehow I can imagine that Emily rlly said, "If you can't get him then get his big brother 👍"

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#Sorry if this one is too long TwT #ttte human au #ttte humanized #ttte #ttte emily #ttte edward #ttte rosie #ttte thomas #ttte toby #ttte shipping

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not-eli · 7 months

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Rating Total Drama ships because I chose violence

Gwent - Alright hear me out. They were one of my favourites as a kid and it's really a pity they turned out that way. Trent genuinely loved Gwen so much but he lowkey deserves better ngl. 5/10

Gwancan - 1/10. No. Just no.

Gwortney - Their chemistry was really strong. Another good example of opposites attract, and again I wish things turned out different for them. Still, 8/10 one of my favourites fr

Scottney - I still have to process where the heck this ship came from. They literally never talked to each other and fell in love in three episodes??? Sorry not sorry, 3/10

Duncney - I have mixed feelings about this. They were so cute and my season 1 otp, but that was their only moment of glory. I love the opposites attract dynamic, but they made Courtney way too overcontrolling and Duncan... It's better if I shut up. 7/10

Lyler - Idk what yall say, they're definetely one of the cutest ships in this fandom. Lindsay often forgets Tyler's name but holy moly he NEVER lost his patience with her, he could have easily told her to screw up but always waited for her and it's just so cute to me. 9/10

Aleheather - Who follows this blog (and ao3 fics) knows how much I fucking love this ship. I've always been a sucker for enemies to lovers and god if I love their dynamic. The denial, the secret care, IT JUST MELTS MY HEART ALR? 10/10

Aletyler - I didn't even know this was a thing before I searched up total drama on Tumblr. Never saw their chemestry (even though I have to admit, the "paying back the favour" thing is a fantastic fanfic idea giver) and never shipped them much. Plus, some fans can really become oppressive with it (which, pay attention, appens with every ship). 2/10, sorry not sorry.

Alenoah - Look, Alejandro is at this point shipped with half of the fandom. But I have to admit, this ship isn't that bad. Another example of enemies to lovers, which I repeat I'm a sucker for, and can really turn out well if you think about it. Not my favourite, but a good 5/10

Nemma - I don't get why this is so hated. When I first watched the season I really appreciated Noah's change as a character. He clearly loved Emma with his heart and soul and it was just so cute to me. 8/10 for sure

Izzowen - Sorry if the name isn't correct. Now, I have mixed feelings about this too. They were really cute together and it's a pity it turned out like this, I think they could have worked a little better. 6/10, it's silly and makes me laugh.

Coderra - Alright, alright, Ik what yall are going to say. Sierra's actions weren't good at all. I already expressed my feelings about her and I don't wanna do it again, but I think that Sierra could have grown so much more as a character. In ROTI we see her wearing Cody's hat while hugging him, and by his smile we know that he now feels more comfortable around her. It's a shame that she came back to her obsessive behaviour in All Stars. Still, 5.5/10, pretty good if you ask me.

Zoey and Mike (dunno the name) - Again, I don't get the hate. Mike literally loved Zoey so much, cared about her since the first time he saw her, and it's obvious she feels the exact way about him. 7/10, loved them as a kid

#I might have forgotten some #total drama #aleheather #gwent #duncney #zoey x mike #coderra #izzowen #nemma #alenoah #aletyler #lyler #gwortney #gwancan #my opinion #don't attack me

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lucienarcheron · 3 months

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Elucien ( Taylor's Version ) 🦊🌸

Originally made this a few years ago but had to update it with the newer Taylor songs and her versions of the songs! This was inspired by the many many T-Swift songs that fit our lovely OTP Elucien. I will be highlighting all the lyrics that fit Elucien in each song and I have always said, TSwift is for Elucien and Elucien only haha. I started from her earliest albums and worked my way up, so buckle up, this is a long post! You can find the playlist here.

Invisible (Taylor Swift). This is a song I can see from Lucien’s perspective and ugh, it crushes my heart.

And you can't see me wantin' you the way you want her* But you are everything to me And I just wanna show you *She don't even know you *She's never gonna love you like I want to And you just see right through me but if you only knew me We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable Instead of just invisible There's a fire inside of you That can't help but shine through *She's never gonna see the light No matter what you do And all I think about is how to make you think of me And everything that we could beI just wanna open your eyes And make you realize

Untouchable (Fearless). This song genuinely hurt my feelings. Every single lyric works for Elucien. The whole entire song just works from both Elain and Lucien’s perspectives. She’s untouchable, like a distant diamond sky. They’re reaching out to each other by can’t tell why (they can, it’s the mating bond) but my favorite of the lyrics is: Untouchable burning Brighter than the sun And when you're close I feel like coming undone

You Belong with Me (Fearless). One specific part that stands out coming from Lucien’s perspective.

Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time If you could see that I'm the one Who understands you Been here all along So, why can't you see? You belong with me You belong with me

Jump Then Fall (Fearless). Lucien’s pov as him and Elain start to get to know each other as friends. Lucien just can’t help the way his heart beats frantically for this adorable girl.

I realize your laugh is the best sound I have ever heard I like the way I can't keep my focus I watch you talk, you didn't notice I hear the words but all I can think is we should be together Every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

Whoa-oh, I'm feelin' you, baby Don't be afraid to jump then fall Jump then fall into me Baby, I'm never gonna leave you Say that you wanna be with me too So I'ma stay through it all So jump then fall

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me, I love each freckle on your face Oh, I've never been so wrapped up, honey I like the way you're everything I ever wanted I had time to think it oh, over And all I can say is come closer Take a deep breath and jump then fall into me 'Cause every time you smile, I smile And every time you shine, I'll shine for you

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet I'll catch you, I'll catch you When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you The time is gonna come when you're so mad, you could cry But I'll hold you through the night until you smile Whoa-oh, I need you, baby Don't be afraid, please, jump then fall Jump then fall into me

Today Was a Fairytale (Valentine’s Day). The song that summarizes how every day will be for them moving forward.

Today was a fairytale You were the prince I used to be a damsel in distress You took me by the hand

You told me I was pretty When I looked like a mess

Time slows down Whenever you're around Сan you feel this magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me Fell in love when I saw you standin' there It must have been the way Today was a fairytale It must have been the way Today was a fairytale Today was a fairytale You've got a smile That takes me to another planet Every move you make Everything you say is right Today was a fairytale Today was a fairytale All that I can say Is now it's getting so much clearer Nothing made sense 'Til the time I saw your face Today was a fairytale

Mine (Speak Now). This is a song I can see representing if (when) Elain leaves the Night Court to work with (become friends) with the Band of Exiles.

Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing, that's ever been mine

If you think about it, Elain is a rebel waiting to be unleashed. The careful (mediator) daughter of a once careless (up until the end) father. I can see them sitting there, enjoying the silence, and Lucien getting the courage (and with her permission) to put his arm around her for the first time.

I Almost Do (Red). For this song, I view it as Elain’s resistance to Lucien being her own stubbornness. She’s scared of finding something she could want forever, scared of how there’s a pull towards him even when she doesn’t actively want it. Her resistance can be viewed as her fighting the pull of the bond because she doesn’t want to be influenced by it, she wants to make her own choice. I’m sure she could be wondering how often her mate thinks of her compared to how often she thinks of him.

I bet This time of night you're still up I bet You're tired from a long hard week I bet You're sittin' in your chair by the window Looking out at the city And I bet Sometimes you wonder 'bout me And I just wanna tell youIt takes everything in me not to call you And I wish I could run to you And I hope you know that every time I don't I almost do I almost do I bet You think I either moved on or hate you 'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply

Treacherous (Red). This song makes me think of Elain and Lucien both being drawn to each other because they can’t help it, even when they try to resist it. For Elain, Lucien is the hard choice because it challenges everything she’s come to know about the mating bond and takes her away even further from the life she wanted. I can see them hating the attraction they feel but succumbing to it regardless (not as far as haters to lovers but definitely reluctant until they start hashing it out — “is it the bond or do I truly feel this way?”).

I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction

& Two headlights shine through the sleepless night And I will get you, and get you alone Your name has echoed through my mind And I just think you should, think you should know That nothing safe is worth the drive And I would follow you, follow you home I'll follow you, follow you home

Message in a Bottle (Red). This song is all Elain realizing her feelings for Lucien after all this time and distance. She's reaching out, scared but he could be the one she loves, right?

I know that you like me And it's kinda frightenin' Standing here waitin', waitin' And I became hypnotized By freckles and bright eyes Tongue tied

But now You're so far away and I'm down Feelin' like a face in the crowd I'm reachin' for you, terrified

'Cause you could be the one that I love I could be the one that you dream of Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you You could be the one that I keep, and I Could be the reason you can't sleep at night Message in a bottle is all I can do Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

This Love (1989). This song is so soft and I want to scream because of how it fits so well. Both Elain and Lucien would consider the bond both positive and negative because of how it came to be, how it shifts their memories and faithfulness to their previous lovers.

In silent screams and wildest dreams I never dreamed of this

Tossing, turning Struggled through the night with someone new And I could go on and on, on and on Lantern, burning Flickered in my mind, only you

This love left a permanent mark This love is glowing in the dark, oh-oh, oh These hands had to let it go free, and This love came back to me, oh-oh, oh

Your smile, my ghost I fell to my knees When you're young, you just run But you come back to what you need

Wonderland (1989). Certain lyrics reminded me of their moments with Hybern when Elain got turned. The few moments before, when Lucien picked her up and away from the cauldron tipping Nesta so Elain doesn’t get wet. The tense, crazy moments after finding out she’s his mate.

Flashing lights and we Took a wrong turn and we Fell down a rabbit hole You held on tight to me 'Cause nothing's as it seems And spinning out of control

I reached for you But you were gone I knew I had to go back home You search the world for something else To make you feel like what we had And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad

You Are In Love (1989). This song screams Elain watching up one night and looking at Lucien's sleeping body next to her and realizing, "Oh. This. This is it."

One look, dark room Meant just for you

No proof, not much But you saw enough

No proof, one touch But you felt enough

You can hear it in the silence, silence, you You can feel it on the way home, way home, you You can see it with the lights out, lights out You are in love, true love You are in love

You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says You're my best friend And you knew what it was He is in love

You two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round And he keeps the picture of you in his office downtown And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

Delicate (Reputation). Normally this is a Nessian song for me but with Elucien? This is a song that is going on as they very slowly get to know each other, possibly pretending they’re not falling very deeply in love with each other because it’s too #delicate to rock the boat.

You must like me for me Yeah, I want you

Is it cool that I said all that? Is it too soon to do this yet? 'Cause I know that it's delicate

Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it, isn't it, isn't it? Isn't it delicate?

Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep Are you ever dreaming of me? Sometimes when I look into your eyes I pretend you're mine, all the damn time 'Cause I like you

So It Goes (Reputation). This is the moment Elain and Lucien stare at each other, seeing each other for the first time as equals and not...fighting it. The moment right before...the kiss and they fall. But when you get me alone, it's so simple 'Cause baby, I know what you know We can feel it And all the pieces fall Right into place Getting caught up in a moment Lipstick on your face So it goes I'm yours to keep And I'm yours to lose You know I'm not a bad girl But I do bad things with you So it goes

Dress (Reputation). Does this one even need explaining? Elain and Lucien exploring their relationship without anyone knowing, without anyone interfering. Shameless plug of my own fic where I used this song just for them.

Our secret moments in your crowded room They've got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah) All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from holding back from all this

Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try And if I get burned, at least we were electrified I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about

Lover ft. Shawn Mendes (Lover). Once they’ve opened themselves to the beauty of what they have together? Inseparable.

Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close? Forever and ever, ah Take me out, and take me home You're my, my, my, my lover &

I'll sing love songs to you when we're eighty See, I finally got you now, honey, I won't let you fall

Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover Look in my eyes, they will tell you the truth The girl in my story has always been you I'd go down with the Titanic, it's true, for you, lover And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover

The Archer (Lover). I see this as a very Elain song as she’s battling with her own self and mindset as well as what the bond means to her and her potential with Lucien.

Combat, I'm ready for combat I say I don't want that, but what if I do? 'Cause cruelty wins in the movies I've got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you

Easy they come, easy they go I jump from the train, I ride off alone I never grew up, it's getting so old Help me hold onto you

I've been the archer I've been the prey Who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay?

I Think He Knows (Lover). This fun song is Elain’s thought process as she shamelessly becomes o b s e s s e d with her mate, the love of her life.

I think he knows his footprints On the sidewalk Lead to where I can't stop Go there every night

I think he knows his hands around A cold glass Make me wanna know that body Like it's mine

He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect, I'm drawing up the plans It's like I'm seventeen, nobody understands No one understands

He got my heartbeat Skipping down 16th Avenue Got that, oh! I mean Wanna see what's under that attitude Like, I want you, bless my soul And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows I think he knows

I think he knows When we get all alone I'll make myself at home And he'll want me to stay

He's so obsessed with me, and boy I understand Boy I understand

Paper Rings (Lover). Reluctant mates to friends to best friends to lovers? This is the song Elain scream-sings from the rooftops.

The wine is cold Like the shoulder that I gave you in the street Cat and mouse for a month or two or three Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe

Kiss me once 'cause you know I had a long night (Oh!) Kiss me twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause I've waited my whole life

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want In paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams Oh, you're the one I want

Kiss you once 'cause I know you had a long night (Oh!) Kiss you twice 'cause it's gonna be alright Three times 'cause you waited your whole life (One, two, one two three four!)

I want to drive away with you I want your complications too I want your dreary Mondays Wrap your arms around me, baby boy

You’re the one I want

False God (Lover). Elain and Lucien fighting to know, “Do you want me for me? Or is it the bond?” Give me angry kissing. Give me some frantic hands roaming bodies that set their souls ablaze. Give me the moment they break away from the heated kiss and have hurt in their eyes because those idiots turned away from each at the same time.

They all warned us about times like this They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith Blind faith

But we might just get away with it Religion's in your lips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship We might just get away with it The altar is my hips Even if it's a false god We'd still worship this love We'd still worship this love We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing I go there when you touch me Honey hell is when I fight with you

But we can patch it up good Make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness

Afterglow (Lover). I see this song as Elain’s perspective as she’s been fighting against this bond and pushing Lucien away because she thinks it’s the worse thing that’s happened to her then slowly realizing exactly how in love she is with him.

I blew things out of proportion, now you're blue Put you in jail for something you didn't do I pinned your hands behind your back, oh Thought I had reason to attack, but no

Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us Why'd I have to break what I love so much? It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say

Hey It's all me in my head I'm the one who burned us down But it's not what I meant Sorry that I hurt you I don't wanna do, I don't wanna do this to you I don't wanna lose, I don't wanna lose this with you I need to say, hey It's all me, just don't go Meet me in the afterglow

I lived like an island, punished you with silence Went off like sirens, just crying

Tell me that you're still mine Tell me that we'll be just fine Even when I lose my mind I need to say Tell me that it's not my fault Tell me that I'm all you want Even when I break your heart

Daylight (Lover). After the heartbreaks and all the fights…they walk into the daylight together.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

And I can still see it all (In my mind) All of you, all of me (Intertwined) I once believed love would be (Black and white) But it's golden (Golden) And I can still see it all (In my head) Back and forth from New York (Singing in your bed) I once believed love would be (Burning red) But it's golden Like daylight, like daylight Like daylight, daylight

I wanna be defined by the things that I love Not the things I hate Not the things that I'm afraid of, I'm afraid of Not the things that haunt me in the middle of the night I, I just think that You are what you love

Mirrorball (Folklore). Learning the beauty of falling in love and seeing how a mate is an equal, a mirror to show you all the wonderful sides of themselves.

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight I'll get you out on the floor Shimmering beautiful And when I break it's in a million pieces Hush When no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you Hush I know they said the end is near But I'm still on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Invisible String (Folklore). Isn’t this the song for every mate? Highlighting how there was always a string tying them to a chance for a most magnificent love.

Time, mystical time Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?

A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you

Peace (Folklore). A song from Lucien’s perspective. A future high lord from a broken home. How could he ever bring her peace?

But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother Is it enough? 'Cause there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me Willow (Evermore). Elain as she’s realizing how Lucien has sneaked into her heart by being everything she didn’t know she needed.

I'm like the water when your ship rolled in that night Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife And if it was an open-shut case I never would've known from that look on your face Lost in your current like a priceless wine

Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in As if you were a mythical thing Like you were a trophy or a champion ring And there was one prize I'd cheat to win The more that you say The less I know Wherever you stray I follow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man You know that my train could take you home Anywhere else is hollow I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans That's my man

Wait for the signal and I'll meet you after dark Show me the places where the others gave you scars

Gold Rush (Evermore). Elain, as she watches Lucien dazzle every crowd he’s in, feeling both proud that he’s her mate (while still nervous and apprehensive around him) but can’t help being slightly annoyed at how many people seem to want his attention.

Gleaming Twinkling Eyes like sinking ships On waters so inviting I almost jump in But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch Everybody wants you Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you Walk past, quick brush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush Everybody wants you But I don't like a gold rush What must it be like To grow up that beautiful? With your hair falling into place like dominos At dinner parties I call you out on your contrarian shit And the coastal town We wandered 'round had never Seen a love as pure as it

Ivy (Evermore). The struggle of wanting someone while they both navigate the waters of grieving an old love. The struggle of how they find themselves in each other’s dreams.

Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow Tarnished but so grand

And the old widow goes to the stone every day But I don't, I just sit here and wait Grieving for the living

Oh, goddamn My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand Taking mine, but it's been promised to another Oh, I can't Stop you putting roots in my dreamland My house of stone, your ivy grows And now I'm covered in you

I wish to know The fatal flaw that makes you long to be Magnificently cursed

it's a fire It's a goddamn blaze in the dark And you started it You started it So yeah, it's a war It's the goddamn fight of my life And you started it You started it

Cowboy Like Me (Evermore). Elain and Lucien realizing they’re both more similar than they think, having to cater to the feelings of those around them, telling people what they want to hear and just trying to make the most of life. Until they find each other.

You're a cowboy like me Perched in the dark Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear Like it could be love I could be the way forward Only if they pay for it

You're a bandit like me Eyes full of stars Hustling for the good life Never thought I'd meet you here It could be love We could be the way forward And I know I'll pay for it

And the skeletons in both our closets Plotted hard to mess this up

Now you hang from my lips Like the Gardens of Babylon With your boots beneath my bed Forever is the sweetest con

I've had some tricks up my sleeve Takes one to know one

Long Story Short (Evermore). Elain has had her ups and downs, struggling to find herself, letting herself get lost in options here and there but finally, finds her way home. To herself. To Lucien.

Fatefully I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me Misery Like the war of words I shouted in my sleep And you passed right by

And I fell from the pedestal Right down the rabbit hole Long story short, it was a bad time Pushed from the precipice Clung to the nearest lips Long story short, it was the wrong guy Now I'm all about you I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah I'm all about you, ah Yeah, yeah Actually I always felt I must look better in the rear view Missing me At the golden gates they once held the keys to When I dropped my sword I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door And we live in peace But if someone comes at us This time, I'm ready

No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) No more tug of war now I just know there's more (know there's more) No more keepin' score now I just keep you warm (keep you warm) And my waves meet your shore Ever and evermore

Lavender Haze (Midnights). The moment I heard this song, I knew it would be an elucien hit. This is Elain and Lucien in the stages of secretly getting to know each other away from everyone. I see this from Elain's POV as they try to take it slow and stay in that lavender haze~

Starin' at the ceilin' with you Oh, you don't ever say too much And you don't really read into My melancholia

I've been under scrutiny (yeah, oh, yeah) You handle it beautifully (yeah, oh, yeah) All this shit is new to me (yeah, oh, yeah)

I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

All they keep askin' me (all they keep askin' me) Is if I'm gonna be your bride

Sweet Nothing (Midnights). Elain and Lucien knowing they're each other's safe spaces.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're push and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

And lastly, to wrap it up with an oldie, I’m Only Me When I’m With You (Taylor Swift). “Mine…you are mine and I am yours. Mate.”

Friday night beneath the stars In a field behind your yard You and I are painting pictures in the sky Sometimes we don't say a thing Just listen to the crickets sing Everything I need is right here by my side

And I know everything about you I don't wanna live without you

I'm only up when you're not down Don't wanna fly if you're still on the ground It's like no matter what I do Well, you drive me crazy half the time The other half I'm only trying To let you know that what I feel is true And I'm only me when I'm with you

#elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #elucien playlists #my elucien tswift dissertation #ANON WHERE ARE YOU!!#this is for you lmao #acotar playlists #gp #playlists #elucien taylor's version

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Soft OTP Prompts: person B: ‘i never expected it to be you’ person A softly smiling: ‘me neither’

Devi had always loved the stars. As a child, she would frequently climb onto the roofs of buildings in the Lower City at night and lay on the tiles, gazing up at the night sky and dreaming of being far away from Baldur’s Gate. On reflection, she supposed, one of the few upsides of her entire misadventure with being abducted by mindflayers (besides meeting the love of her life and her best friends) was being able to see the stars even clearer in the wilderness than she could in the city.

In the darkness now, she picked her way down an alley in the Lower City, holding Gale’s hand as she led him to a ladder that she had seen earlier in the day. Her half-Elf heritage gave her the benefit of being able to see clearly in the dark; as a human, Gale didn’t have that advantage. And honestly, Devi had to admit, it was nice to be needed by her strong, talented wizard for such a mundane thing as guidance down an alley in the middle of the night, having stolen him away from camp while their companions settled in for the evening.

Finding the ladder, she guided Gale’s hands to the wooden beams, then quickly scrambled up the rungs, hearing the wizard follow her at a slightly slower pace. On this level of the building they had climbed, she could see another ladder that would take her to the highest peak of the roof; once Gale had caught up with her, she led him over to the second ladder and climbed up to the highest level of the building. Short of scaling one of the guard towers on the wall between the Upper and Lower Cities, this was one of the highest points they could reach in Baldur’s Gate.

And the view of the night sky was well worth picking their way down a messy alley. Devi laid down as Gale conjured up a blanket to protect them from the roof tiles, sensing the wizard reclining beside her. “I told you that you get the best view from here,” she softly said with a little grin that he would hear in her voice. “It’s almost as beautiful as that illusion you showed me the other night.”

Gale hummed in agreement as he slipped his arm under Devi’s neck. “Magnificent,” he murmured, gazing up at the stars stretched out over the black void of the night sky. “They look so close, one could almost reach out and touch them.” As if to demonstrate his point, he stretched his free hand out, waving at the stars.

Devi smiled and curled up into Gale’s side, resting her hand on his chest. He sighed in contentment, and for a moment, silence reigned before he spoke again. “While I was secluded in my tower, I spent many nights gazing at the stars – as beautiful as the gods, but equally as cold and distant, and as ungiving of answers or guidance.”

“Mmmm.” Devi’s fingers started tracing a pattern over the orb marking on Gale’s chest, just under his shirt. “When I was a child, I used to spend almost every night on a rooftop somewhere, wherever I could see the stars and pretend I was somewhere other than here. Sometimes my brother would come with me, but after he… he left, I just came out on my own, less and less, until I all but gave up on looking at them.” She shrugged slightly. “The stars are beautiful, but they’re like the gods – aloof and distant and not helpful for much.”

“People who navigate by starlight on the seas or in the wilderness would argue their uselessness,” Gale softly corrected with a slight chuckle. The arm that wasn’t wrapped around Devi’s shoulders came up to cross his body so his fingers could caress her cheek. “And they’re most beautiful when they’re reflected in your eyes, my love. You have a beauty and warmth that no star – or goddess – could ever touch.”

Devi smiled and caught Gale’s hand in hers, turning it so she could kiss his palm. “You would be the expert in such things,” she murmured. “My wise, talented, eloquent wizard.” She kissed his hand again, then softly laughed. “You know that almost nobody would have ever imagined us together, if they’d seen us a year ago? Me, a feisty, uneducated, rebellious thief with no thought or care for the Weave and even less regard for the gods…”

“And me, the brooding, washed-up wizard who believed his talents were wasted and that all he was good for was a lesson in folly and pride, and who believed that he would never find true love in any of the realms.” Gale leaned in to kiss Devi’s forehead, his lips lingering on her skin. “If I had been told a year ago that I would find the love of my life in a short-tempered Baldurian pickpocket with a fondness for daggers and a deeply buried heart of gold, and compassion enough to make up for all that the gods lack, I would have laughed in the face of whoever told me that.”

“And if I’d been told that I would fall in love with a wizard from Waterdeep who prioritised books and his tressym, and who had loved a goddess before meeting me, and who encouraged the best parts of me that I had learned to hide away from the world, I, uh… probably would have stabbed whoever said that.” Devi smiled as Gale snorted a laugh, then shifted slightly so she could drape her leg over his thigh, as close to him as she could get. “I expected my future to include whoever I could sleep with or scam to get ahead and get out of the Lower City, or for that future to end with being stabbed in a back alley.” She let go of his hand so she could trace his face with her fingertips. “I never expected that future to be you.”

In the starlight, she could see Gale’s eyes soften – and he waxed poetic about how her eyes reflected the beauty of the stars, without thought of his own! “Me neither,” he murmured, his hand rising to trace the tip of her pointed ear before caressing through her hair. “But fate has a way of laughing at the best predictions that people can make. I’m eternally grateful that life gave me you, even if its way of giving you to me… left a little something to be desired.”

Devi softly laughed. “You mean not every great love story in Faerûn starts with an illithid abduction and mindflayer tadpoles being shoved into the heads of the lovers in question?”

Gale chuckled. “Love, I believe our story is entirely unique in that regard. I, for one, still can’t believe that you saw a washed-up fool of a wizard, trapped in his own portal, with a tadpole in his brain and a magical bomb in his chest that was killing him, and fell in love with him. If I wasn’t so grateful for you, I would question your standards.”

“My standards?” Devi grinned. “You got pulled out of your portal and landed on top of a grouchy half-Elf thief who also had a tadpole in her head and was mad as all hells about it, and then ten minutes later almost got into a knife fight with another mindflayer victim who happened to be a vampire, as we later discovered. My standards are perfectly fine!”

That made Gale laugh out loud, a moment before he clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his amusement. He stayed quiet for a moment until he was satisfied that he hadn’t disturbed anyone else, then looked at Devi with a smile. “Gods, I love you,” he said, caressing her cheek again. “Short temper, kleptomaniac tendencies, proficient blasphemies, and all.”

“I love you too, my cocky, mildly arrogant wizard.” Devi grinned at Gale’s chuckle and stretched up to kiss him. It was easy to lose herself in his touches as he kissed her back, seemingly trying to convey through his kisses how much he loved her – it was a sensation that made her weak at the knees and wanting him still more than she already had before. She swore she fell more in love with Gale every day that she was around him.

“Only mildly arrogant?” Gale softly asked when they finally pulled apart for air. He chuckled against her lips. “You both humble me and boost my ego, my darling. You make me feel like I can be ordinary Gale Dekarios with you and you won’t judge me poorly; and yet, the way you praise me makes me feel like I could take on the gods themselves.”

“I didn’t fall in love with the legendary Wizard of Waterdeep,” Devi said, smiling as she kissed him again. “I fell in love with the kind-hearted man who read books to me and snuggled me to sleep every night when I was having bad dreams, who just so happened to be incredibly adept with the Weave.” She breathed a soft laugh against his lips as she kissed him once again. “Although the offer to throat-punch Mystra still stands, after I finish killing Shar for what she and her followers did to Shadowheart.”

“The gods should tremble before you, and your temper, and your fierce desire to protect and avenge those you love,” Gale murmured, a fond smile on his lips. “First, we destroy the Absolute, and then we find a way to kill Shar, and then you can punch Mystra. After that, if you haven’t decided to go after any more gods, I’m taking you home with me to Waterdeep and giving you the life of peace that you deserve.”

“Any life with you is one that I want,” Devi breathed out as Gale leaned in to kiss her. “Whatever happens, I want to be by your side.”

“And I want to be with you, from now until the stars fade from the heavens.” Gale kissed her again, slowly and thoroughly. “I will not suffer anything or anyone to take you from me, my heart. I am yours, as you are mine.”

Devi smiled at his words, feeling her eyes burn with repressed tears of love for this man. “I love you, Gale Dekarios,” she whispered around another kiss.

“And I love you, Deviali Nulys.” Gale pulled back from their kisses just enough to gaze into Devi’s eyes; the stars overhead made his own eyes shine like he was among them. “My beautiful, perfect, compassionate little thief. How did I become so fortunate as to be here with you?”

“I spirited you away from camp when nobody else was looking and brought you up here?” Devi giggled as Gale rolled his eyes, an affectionate, if slightly exasperated, huff coming from him.

“You know what I meant, you brat.” Gale chuckled and leaned in for another kiss, his teeth just nipping at Devi’s lower lip and making her moan softly. He grunted as she gently nudged him onto his back, then straddled him, knees on either side of his hips and her hands just sliding under the hem of his shirt. “Is this what you want?” he breathed out as he pulled back for air. “Right here, on this rooftop?”

“I want you,” Devi murmured. “Under the stars, with nobody to see or hear us besides the gods themselves.”

In the starlight, she saw Gale’s smile in the same breath that she felt his hands slide up under her tunic, palms warm on her bare skin. “Then you shall have me, in any way that you wish,” he whispered as he pulled her back down to him. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Devi breathed out, easily losing herself in the pleasure of Gale’s kisses and touches and whispered words of love into her pointed ears.

#bg3 #bg3 fic #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #gale x tav #minor spoilers for Act 3 #deviali #kel writes #kel answers prompts a million years later #romance #lovers #stargazing

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ladyvaderpixetc · 3 months

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your top 15 favourite tv shows can say a lot about your personality

Tagged by the epically fab @lolahardy

this genuinely kept me awake a bit last night until I realised what was happening and stopped trying to recall every show that ever struck me right in the feels or shaped me lol and yes, I know no one asked for any reasoning behind it but when you've mulled it over all bloody day long, you feel like sharing :P

M*A*S*H - used to be on everyday at 7 and my mum had adored it when she was younger so brought me and my sister up on it, still makes me laugh and cry to this day.

Star Trek TNG (& Picard which might be cheating but really is just an extension all told) - loved all the Trek's, Honourable Mention goes to ToS because kid!me loved it so much, only to have TNG blow the roof off my head. Lt Cmdr Data was my first love and I am unashamed ;)

Red Dwarf - for many reasons but mainly Arnold Rimmer (more reliable than a garden Strimmer, he's never been mistaken for Yul Brynner - he's not bald and his head doesn't glimmer...) who my teenage self was certain could be redeemed with the power of love, or a very determined snogging if nowt else.

The Good Place - because I (and many of us) needed it as a concept, whether for personal growth, coping with grief or just cos 'forking shirtballs' never gets any less funnier for me.

Firefly - the best show to ever be cancelled before it's writer could ruin it. I adored the show and the ensuing film, mourned its early cancellation for YEARS until I heard about Whedon's general twattishness and what had been his intentions for the series and characters, now am happy it exists as it is, still problematic but so worthy in so many ways, and on that awkward note...

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - problematic on 800 gazillion levels in this day and age but still a forerunner of many awesome things to follow and I'd be lying if I said I hadnt been glued to it, obsessed with it, shipping folks, dling the soundtrack, buying the jewelry etc and even now if I see a reaction vid on YT for S5 I can't help myself but watch and weep along with them.

Merlin (BBC) - Umm'd and Ahh'd over this for bloody ages lol but it was my happy place (literally, had a run of bad years as have we all, so I'd watch an ep before bed every night to make me smile) and it got me through the difficulties I had right up to the finale where they took me and my happy place out back and shot it in the face in front of me lol. Despite my escapism route being put down in those heinous raw weeks immediately following a parents funeral, I'm still listing it here for being wonderful, silly, heartening and heartbreaking, whilst giving every last Fuck You to the writers for their surprise, abruptly canon-compliant ending.

Stargate SG1 - daft sci fi with it's heart trying hard to be in the right place plus eminently shippable characters in almost every combo going? Yes, please.

Heroes - because I was OBSESSED. It picked me up out of my OTP in a diff fandom (sorry drarry, I still love you honest) drained me of any and all urge to write for anything but them ever again until it got shat on by its own writers, breaking the spell.

Brooklyn 99 - NINE-NINE. *sadly doffs cap to Captain Holt*

King of the Hill - from a show I used to avoid when I was younger to one I ration myself viewswise so it won't lose it's impact. Superb.

Schitts Creek - only watched due to encountering a clip on tumblr of Moira's stonefaced manaical laughter and ended up crying with happiness over the finale, am an easy crier sure, but not normally because something is just so lovely.

Cheers - was only a kid when it finished but I bawled my face off when Sam said 'sorry, we're closed' (was too young to know it'd be repeated ad infinitum lol) and the opening theme still feels like coming home.

Golden Girls - sole reason D+ gets any money from me, the bastards, it was my only access for a bit there but it was worth it, lightyears ahead of it's time and just wonderful to boot.

Parks & Rec - somewhere my sister is elated with no clue why. Took her years to talk me into it, but having watched it on repeat a few times, I now can't live without Leslie, Ben & Ron.

Other honourable mentions (sorry I know, longpost, my bad) go to Quantum Leap for being a daily delight growing up, What We Do in the Shadows which would have made the list but I've only just got around to watching it and am only on S3 so have yet to find out if it's going to rip my heart out, Eerie Indiana for getting me started hyperfixationwise, Caroline in the City (S1-S3... S4? I don't know her - no seriously, I didnt realise for YEARS it didnt end at S3 and as this purported S4 fucked that up [supposedly] yeah I don't know her), The XFiles for my first actual foray into fandom & fanfic, and I know am missing another gazillion shows I'll remember later that seem much more worldshaping than these and I'll gnash my teeth lol so yeah *waves hand vaguely towards future me's frustrated rememberings* them too ;)

Tagging a) anyone who fancies a go should they feel like it, and b) [no pressure natch] @theangrykimchi @amazinmango @thesaltofcarthage @buckydunpun @kalika999 @gracerene @helaheim @dls-ao3 @emorgan5061 @bananaempanada

#favourite tv shows #long post #sorry lol

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Not sure if there’s a way to make the ultimate lost love song into an otp fic that’s NOT full of angst, but I tried y’all 😅

@cruelsummer-ficfest era #5 folklore/speak now

if one thing had been different

Hermione can’t completely explain why she’s here. Why she thinks a man she hasn’t seen or spoken to in multiple years—God, how many has it been now?—will have answers that she doesn’t have. Why she hopped on a plane yesterday morning to fly halfway around the world without the faintest idea of what she’s looking for or what she’ll say if he turns up. When he turns up. Because he will. She knows that, at least.

She’s not sure of anything in her whole fucking life right now except the fact that Ron will meet her for the sole reason that she asked him to, no explanation required.

Which is a good thing, because she doesn’t have one. About this, or anything else. It wasn’t any one thing, any huge monumental decision that led her to where she is now, but rather a series of tiny little decisions that painted her whole world a different set of colors than the one she had planned. It’s like she woke up one morning and looked around and didn’t recognize her own life and can’t quite pinpoint where things shifted.

Hell, she barely recognizes herself anymore. But if there’s one person who knows her better than anyone—better even, maybe, than she knows herself—it’s Ron. Even now. She’s sure of it.

Her heart jumps into her throat every time the little bell over the front door announces a new patron to the little coffee shop, but so far, none of them have been Ron. She hasn’t spotted anyone else she recognizes either, but that was by design. Meeting Ron somewhere in Diagon Alley would have meant a chorus of “long time no see” and “didn’t know you were in town” that she doesn’t have the energy to respond to. No, meeting him in Muggle London is the safer option.

She checks her watch for what must be the hundredth time, even though it’s still a few minutes ahead of the time she gave him. And just like that, as if summoned, the next chime of the bell announces Ron’s arrival.

Tucked into a little corner in the back, she allows herself a moment to watch him before he spots her, and her heart thunders in her chest as she drinks him in. So much for moving on. Is there ever going to be a day when he doesn’t have this effect on her? Five years apart ought to have done it, but apparently not.

She’s told herself time and time again that she’s over him, and it’s easy enough to believe all the way in Sydney. And a second chance with Ron isn’t why she came to London on this impromptu soul-searching mission, truly. Hermione just needs a friend. Someone who understands her. Her friendships in Australia all seem superficial in comparison. People there know her day-to-day: where she works, how she always gets takeout on Fridays, that she has a cat. Ron is big picture. Ron knows her, down to the very fabric of her being.

Even if she wanted to dig that grave up another time, Ron has more than moved on, too, as far as she knows. The couple of times she’s seen him since she left, he’s always been with someone, though never the same someone twice. Besides that, he’s the one who put the brakes on them in the first place. He wasn’t ready, after the war, so soon after losing his brother, and she understood that. She assumed once he was ready, he would have reached out, but he never did. At some point he must have healed enough for a relationship—just not with her.

His eyes finally lock on hers as he scans the room, and his steps pull up short. She gives him a tentative wave, and he smiles in return, though it’s not the big cheerful grin he used to give her. Ron weaves his way through the cafe to her table, hesitating a moment before he takes the seat across from her. “Hey.”

“Hi,” Hermione returns. “Thanks for meeting me. I hope I haven’t taken you away from anything important.” Or anyone.

She hears the awkwardness in her voice, but she’s not sure where to start. Small talk will have to do for now.

Ron shrugs and folds his hands on the table in front of him. “Nah. We just finished up a big case at work, so I’ve got a bit more free time at the moment.”

“Oh. Good. You still like being an Auror, then?”

He raises one eyebrow, blue eyes laser-focused on her. “Hermione.”

She feels herself coming unglued under the scrutiny, but she meets his gaze determinedly despite the tremor in her voice as she responds. “What?”

“That’s not why we’re here.” It’s not a question. It doesn’t need to be.

“No,” Hermione admits, “it’s not.”

They sit in silence for a moment before Ron speaks again. “You look…” He hesitates, searching for the right word. “Lost.”

It took him all of two minutes to cut right to the heart of how she’s feeling, summing up every doubt and insecurity swirling in her mind in a single word. Tears pool in her eyes, and Ron shifts forward in his seat.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, it’s not—” Hermione shakes her head and almost smiles. This is exactly why she’s here, isn’t it? Because Ron has always known how to see through the bullshit to what’s real? “You’re right.”

His eyes sweep across the empty table. “Want a coffee?”

“Please.” Hermione reaches for her purse, but Ron waves her off as he stands.

“I got it.” He hands her a tissue, and she shoots him a grateful smile. “Be right back.”

He returns a few minutes later and hands her a hazelnut coffee with just the right amount of cream—no need to ask her coffee order, either—before he sits and waits, letting her speak first this time.

She takes a few soothing sips of the drink as she collects herself. “Do you ever think…maybe there’s a single moment…that if you could change just one thing that happened in the past, your whole life might be different?”

Ron weighs her question before answering. “Not really, I guess. I mean, there’s definitely moments that make more of a difference than others, but…” He pauses to fiddle with the paper sleeve on his cup. “I don’t think you can boil your whole life down to a single moment. Seems like a lot of pressure.”

“Maybe you’re right.”

“Maybe. But if you’re thinking about it, what would you change?”

She doesn’t want to answer. Even though she’s fairly certain she can trace the alternate path of her life back to the moment she left to find her parents in Australia. Looking back, nothing feels right after that point. But that would require admitting that the real mistake was leaving Ron. Or was it? She’s not even sure anymore. He didn’t come after her, either. What did she leave behind, really?

“You don’t have to answer that.” Ron gives her a reassuring smile. “But is it something you can change? Now?”

“I’m not sure.” She could move back to England, easy enough. Her parents have made clear that they’re not coming back, which is why she stayed in Sydney, but at some point she’s got to start living life for herself. Moving back won’t erase the last seven years, though. What good would it do her now to come back? “Did you love me?”

The words slip out before she can resist the temptation to ask him. Both of Ron’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, but she doesn’t take the question back even though she probably should. They really had something, she thought, until they didn’t, and she’s always wondered if maybe she made more of them in her head than what they really were.

“Does that matter, after all this time?” he asks softly. “Is that why you’re here?”

“No, it’s not why, but…” But maybe it does matter. Or maybe it doesn’t. It’s not like either answer will make her feel better. “Never mind. I didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that.”

“I don’t mind. But is anything I say going to be the answer you’re looking for?”

Hermione chuckles. “I see you’ve mastered Legilimency. I was just thinking the same thing.”

She stares across at him and Ron meets her gaze without wavering. These aren’t the answers she came for, but if he’s willing to give them to her, is she really just going to leave well enough alone? Leave without the truth she so desperately needs, in whatever form it’s offered?

“Okay,” she says, the word escaping her on an exhale. “Sure. What the hell. Did you love me?”

At least if he puts words to what she’s long-suspected—that she was just a Hogwarts crush, that he hasn’t thought twice about her that way since she packed her bags and moved down under—then maybe she can stop wondering what if and put that part of her life to rest for good.

Ron’s head tips back with a laugh, but he’s serious when he looks back at her. “Yeah,” he replies simply. “Fuck, Hermione, of course I did.”

Hermione draws in a long breath, then lets it back out with a laugh of her own. “Nope, that didn’t make me feel any better.”

“So…” Ron smiles at her over his coffee cup. “New topic, then?”

They get lost in easy conversation after that, talking and laughing and catching up while the cafe clientele turns over and over around them. The bright daylight shifts to a murky evening grey, and finally to a dark night lit only by the streetlights above them as the cafe shuts down and forces them out to the sidewalk. Hermione hesitates to voice a goodbye; once she says it, she’s not sure how long it will be before their next hello.

“So, how long are you in town for?” Ron asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he too makes no move to leave.

“Just a couple of days. I’ve got to get back to work.” The words feel heavy in her mouth. Wrong. But until she figures out what to do next, she has a routine, and responsibilities.

Ron nods, still not moving. “Well, don’t be such a stranger, okay? Did this…did I…help?”

“You did. Thanks.”

She reaches for him then, folding herself into his open arms. It’s the first time they’ve touched all afternoon, and Hermione doesn’t want to let go.

“I hope you’re happy, Hermione,” Ron murmurs, his voice muffled into her still-too-bushy hair as he holds her tight. “And if you’re not, I hope you find whatever you’re looking for.”

She just nods against his chest, not saying what she knows now to be true. Even though she’s maybe always known it deep down. That she found what she was looking for a long time ago. That it would’ve been fun—would’ve been great—with Ron. That he should’ve been the one.

He turns his head to place a kiss on her temple, his lips searing against her skin, before he pulls away and sets her at arm’s length. “Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” She turns away before Ron can catch the tears in her eyes, but only makes it a couple of steps before her name stops her. When she turns back to Ron, he’s looking at the ground, toeing a pebble with his shoe.

“This probably isn’t what you want to hear, but…” He sighs and then presses on. “Australia. That’s your moment, I think. If that one thing had been different, then…” He doesn’t finish, but he doesn’t have to. Then everything would be different today.

She doesn’t have the words to argue; he’s right. She just needed to hear it from someone that isn’t the voice in her own head.

“If that’s my one thing…do you think it’s too late to change it now?”

It’s a loaded question, but Ron doesn’t flinch. “I’d like to think it’s never too late to start over on the things that really matter.”

His answer is just as loaded, but now she’s the one who’s not in the right headspace for this. For them. And she thinks they both know it, because neither of them have made any move to snog the other right there on the sidewalk even though she wants to, even though she sees the same desire reflected back at her in his eyes. But they can both read between the lines. It’s a start.

“Then…I guess I’ll see you soon.”

Hermione gives Ron one final smile and wave as she turns away again. He doesn’t stop her this time, but there’s a lightness, a hopefulness in her heart that wasn’t there a few hours ago.

Maybe the greatest love of all time isn’t over, after all.

#romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #ron x hermione #cruel summer fic fest #second chances

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baronessblixen · 1 year

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You're The Only One For Me

Year of the OTP April prompts: "no, I'm not dating your brother" - peace - canon divergence - pranks

Set in season 8, wc: 1,191, fluff

tagging @today-in-fic

Her mother promised her a surprise. A big surprise. She mentioned it no less than four times on Friday when Scully confirmed she’d be here for tonight’s Sunday dinner. She tried to make her mother give her a hint, but she wouldn’t budge. Four children and decades of their pestering have made her immune to it.

Scully parks her car and maneuvers her ever-changing and growing body out of the driver seat. She fans herself, standing next to the car. She's way too warm even though she’s wearing a sundress. It’s a particularly warm late April and she’s not prepared. There are so many things she fears she’s not prepared for. Her hand wanders to her belly, but the baby is asleep. Unsurprisingly, because it kept her up half the night. Just like its dad.

She keeps her hand there as she thinks about Mulder. She called him, too, asking if he wanted to accompany her to her mother’s. She’d squeezed her eyes shut, hoping and praying he’d say yes. But he didn’t. All he said was that he already had plans and that he wished her a great weekend.

It’s been like this ever since he’s come back. Resurrected. Neither of them uses that word. It’s what Mulder’s therapist used once when she came to pick him up. She and Mulder shared a look, deciding that however they were going to deal with this, they would never use that word. He’s back. He’s alive. Mulder is, in many, many ways, his own X-File.

As she rings her mother’s doorbell, she wishes Mulder were here with her. She misses his hand on her back and his calming presence. She’s only just got him back and every moment she doesn’t spend with him feels like a waste.

“There you are, honey,” her mother says as soon as the door opens. Her warm, welcoming smile is a remedy for her out-of-control thoughts. “How are you? And my grandchild?”

“We’re good. Your grandchild is asleep after throwing a party during the night.”

“Just like his mother,” Maggie muses, winking at her daughter.

“I did that?” she asks, slipping out of her shoes. These days she dresses for comfort. With Mulder out of a job and her pregnancy, she knows there won’t be any unexpected calls, asking her for a consult or Mulder needing her expertise on a case. Part of her mourns these moments, too.

“Dana,” her mother says, putting her hands on her shoulder. “Remember how I told you I have a surprise for you?” If it weren’t for her mother’s smile, she’d be worried.

“You said it’s a big surprise.”

“Very. You won’t see it coming.”

“Mom, I know you mean well, but…” She doesn’t get to finish her sentence, because her mother is already dragging her into the living room. And there, in the middle of the room stands Charlie. Her baby brother Charlie. Tears spring to her eyes and she throws herself into his arms as if they were still kids, and she wasn’t pregnant.

“Give a guy some warning, Danes,” he says with a laugh, hugging her back. He’s not as tall as Bill and not as bulky, but he easily towers over her.

“I missed you,” she says into his shoulder. “You don’t call enough.”

“I hear phones work both ways,” he says. “Let me look at you. Got yourself knocked up, didn’t you?”

“Charlie,” their mom says warningly. “Be nice.”

“Ah, I’m just joking,” he says and Scully nods at him, understanding him. She can’t stop looking at him. His hair is longer than she’s ever seen it but still as auburn as ever. His eyes are smiling as much as his mouth. No matter how old he is, she still sees the small boy in him, the one that always followed his bigger siblings around, trying to get everyone’s attention by being funny.

“I have news, too, Dana,” he says, clearing his throat. “I’m in love.”

“You are?” She asks, sitting down on the couch. These days she can’t stand longer than a few moments before her feet start killing her.

“It was unexpected,” Charlie says. “Neither of us planned it. I wanted you to be here because, well, you know him.”

“I do?” Her eyes dart between Charlie and their mother, who is very obviously trying not to laugh. Or cry.

“You do,” Charlie says, holding out his hand, and then a man walks out of the kitchen. Scully expected a lot, but not this. Never this. Her heart soars before it crashes. She’s glad she’s sitting down because the man standing next to Charlie is Mulder.

Her Mulder.

“This is a joke, right?” Scully asks, looking at her mother, who is quiet, at Charlie, who has his hand on Mulder’s arm and finally at Mulder himself. He’s grinning. She knows that grin, has seen it so often over the years.

“Mulder?” She asks, her eyes filling with tears. The happiness she experienced only minutes ago when she saw Charlie has disappeared completely. None of what is happening before her eyes makes any sense at all.

“I wanted to surprise you.” That’s not a no, she realizes. Nausea unfurls in her stomach and she puts her hand there, overwhelmed. “Hey, Scully.” He walks to her, crouching in front of her and putting his hands on her knees. “You got me. No, I’m not dating your brother. That’s just a prank we came up with.”

“Well, it was just me,” Charlie says, smiling proudly. Scully throws her brother a look. “Okay, maybe it wasn’t my best idea.”

“You can come help me in the kitchen, Charles. Give Dana and Fox a moment.”

“You all right?” Mulder asks once they’re alone. He’s gently rubbing her knees. “I shouldn’t have gone along with it, huh? When your brother called and asked me to be here, I thought it was a good idea. He said you’d find it hilarious.”

“Maybe I would have,” she says, teary-eyed and huffing out a small laugh, “if I weren’t so hormonal.”

“I only have eyes for one redhead,” Mulder assures her softly. “There’s only one Scully I’m in love with.”

“It’s Bill Jr., isn’t it?” Scully jokes through her tears.

“You know me too well. Come here.” He gets up and gathers her in his arms. There’s that warmth she was missing. His love. His care. His protectiveness. “Do you like your surprise?” he asks, kissing her head. New tears gather in her eyes, but this time they’re from happiness. And from love.

“You being here? Yes, Mulder. Very much. But no more pranks.”

“Today or ever?”

“Today,” she says. They look at each other and to her surprise, there are tears in Mulder’s eyes too. There are so many things they need to talk about. Decisions they have to make. But tonight, they get to have a moment of peace. Together. With her family and as one of their own.

“You know,” Mulder says, taking her hand and kissing it, “maybe we can pull a prank on your brother instead?” Scully just laughs, feeling happy.

#and we're back to this happening on the last day #i refuse to give up on this thing #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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coffee-deer · 1 year

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A lot of words about romantic ships in Doctor Who

I’ve always found it both funny and, honestly, inexplicable that I care for every canonically established romantic (or anywhere near romantic) relationship in Doctor Who (with the exception of Micky and Martha because let’s be honest, it was lazy writing, RTD pulled this one out of his ass).

the reason I find it so weird is because I’m used to not having relationships I’m heavily rooting for or emotionally invested in, even in the stuff that I like. I’m used to feeling lukewarm attachment to the canon-approved ships even in my favourite TV-shows.

in Doctor Who, though? I can bawl my eyes out even because of the pairings that are not necessarily my OTPs - just because *every* ship strikes a chord.

Nine and Rose - because it’s the way he finds hope and meaning in her after going through war and sacrificing his own people, and the way she finds a better way of living her life through traveling with him, and you were fantastic and you know what, so was I

Mickey and Rose - because even though eventually they both get that it’s not meant to be he’s there for her every time she needs it

Jack and the Doctor - because it’s the longing for someone unattainable and even though you’re this dashing, now immortal, captain from the future, you’ll run toward the TARDIS with his severed hand in your backpack (and they say romance is dead)

Ten and Rose - because it feels like spring and butterflies and every romantic fairytale ever told, proper stuff of legend, and then it’s the sweetness of the heartbreak and Rose Tyler, I...

Martha and Ten - because even the smartest girls can fall in love with someone they totally shouldn’t because he’s clearly not over his loss and won’t stop comparing you to his ex, but it’s so beautiful and powerful when they finally see their worth and are able to walk away without bitterness but with fondness and a smile on their lips

TenTwo and Rose - because I’m a little fucked up and I like to think of them in terms of “what if it never worked out and they broke up or even divorced and there’s this sense of unfulfilled promise that doesn’t go away”

Amy and Rory - because they’re the Ponds, because she chose him and because for him there never was any other choice, together or not at all

Madame Vastra and Jenny - because I’m a lizard woman from the dawn of time, and this is my wife

the Doctor and River - because she’s like Time itself, wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, and who knows, maybe he trusts her because he always trusted her - because that’s what had already happened when he met her for the first time, - but isn’t that awesome?

Eleven and Clara - because they’re both drawn to the impossibility of each other, and she tries not to fall in love with him, sometimes twice a day, and she’s just perfect, perfect in every way for him, Clara, my Clara!

Twelve and Clara - because nothing is simple any more and then everything is, and do you think that I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? and then it’s 4.5 billion years of refusing to say goodbye and the laws of Time put at stake because of one heart that won’t beat again and people like me and you, we should say things to one another, and I’m going to say them now...

Bill and Heather - because everywhere she went, she always wanted to leave, but then can I come, too? and maybe yes, definitely (god I wish we had more of them!)

Graham and Grace - because what is grief if not love, persevering, and their story, however brief, felt like a promise that love can find you late in life, in the midst of the worst times of your life, actually, and light the way forward

Thirteen and Yaz - because WWTDD and you’re the best person I’ve ever met and we can’t have a universe with no Yaz! because it’s such a human heartache when the Doctor begs her to leave things as they are and Yaz will never ask for more even though she yearns for it, and maybe if there was more time, maybe, maybe - but even as it is, they’ve changed each other for the better and then were able to let go

the Doctor and the Master - I will die on this fucking hill but yes, because it’s a romantic kind of love and a platonic kind of love and a psychotic kind of love, it’s friendship and rivalry and hate, it’s codependence and abandonment, disappointment and hope and second chances for the hundredth time because she’s different, and then texting via atrocities again because how else would I get your attention?

(I’ve only listed confirmed romantic relationships and the ones that I see as romantically coded - no disrespect to any frienship in DW, they’re just not the point here, as I’m always a sucker for a good friendship, in every show ever.)

(I’ve also only included New Who pairings since none of my ships in Classic Who were confirmed as romantic ones, but I'll just say that for some unknown reason I shipped Steven and Dodo, was absolutely feral for Two and Jamie, had feelings for Three and Liz, and as for EU, don’t even get me started on Eight and Charley, okay)

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almea · 1 year

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The start of the Bees' literal battle couple era

#RWBY #Blake Belladonna #Yang Xiao Long #Bumbleby #rwby spoilers #lmao I hate gifing fight scenes because they get SO BIG #But it's their first fight together as a couple...#And the colours were so pretty #Blake rolling over Yang's back like that is truly everything to me #THE WAY THEY MOVE AROUND EACH OTHER #I also love the way Yang flips over the Jabberwalker's arm in the last one #otp: with every smile you told me i love you #For my own tagging purposes #I changed the caption to 'battle couple' because that's what I meant lmao #It's going to drive me nuts every time I see the old caption

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seth-burroughs · 7 months

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for the ask game how about both seth and yomi?

MY BOYS >:))))))) THE BOYS

Seth:

favorite thing about them

I can't. fucking. The poncho that tricked me into believing he's a short king but he's like fucking 5'9. The glowy hood belts. How he looks like he's gonna keel over any minute. The bouquet. Him needing to use a megaphone since he just mumbles me too buddy I was pointing at the screen saying "me too buddy" when Yomi was being Yomi about his voice ME TOO BUDDY (it's fine I forgave him). Him taking bribes from the Nail Man because his boss told him to and how he saw nothing suspicious about it. Him ALSO trying to make a deal with the detectives when they get close to finding out. Him being a literal saint compared to all the other peacekeepers (what is wrong with them) and kiiiiiiiind of actually doing his job. His monocle. That shit eating smile. The green. Him existing in (and making) the best chapter in RC. Him getting hit with a helmet so hard he bleeds (guess by who). Him getting progressively less intimidating and more pathetic and cringefail with every scene he's in. The concerning Burroughs family loading screen trivia. Him being good at chess and liking wind instruments. Him hating untuned instruments. His birthday being in pride month. His winx enchantix form in the ML. Should I keep going

least favorite thing about them

How he appeared completely unannounced out of fucking nowhere to be the best character in the game in like 4 scenes total and they then just. hauled him off.

The disrespect is unbelievable I was in denial the whole game every chapter I was waiting for him to show up again. He's not even the only peacekeeper that shows up out of nowhere and then we never see them again, hello Swank Guillaume & Dominic. Dare I say MDA:RC should have been longer - not as in, more cases but like. More downtime between chapters to get to know the Guys more. Please

favorite line

"You need to get your watch repaired. Oh dear... the watchmaker is currently detained as a suspect. Just throw away that piece of trash then." you just KNOW he was so fucking satisfied with himself after that he was giggling internally the whole time. What if I killed him

brOTP

Seth & Guillaume nominated for Kanai Ward's most toxic friendship. I hope you die I hope we both die (platonic)

OTP

Seth x therapy and a different job best ship

nOTP

Seth/Yakou I just don't vibe 😔

random headcanon

Most polish man in Kanai Ward he pickles fucking everything. Goes mushroom picking every autumn and dries all the boletes and boletuses to use for pierogi filling. Always makes his own pierogi store bought are disgusting. Puts atrocious amounts of frozen dill on all his surówkas and mashed potatoes. Cucumber soup enjoyer. All of these are about food. I love food I wish I could eat it

unpopular opinion

Don't have any. I agree with mostly everything they're are saying about him here I approve of the RC tumblr community Seth opinions👍👍

song i associate with them

Hmmmmm.......... Sometimes by Nick Lutsko - You see with Yomi I could make an entire playlist, but there is literally only 1 song in the whole world (that isn't like. an instrumental lmao) that reminds me of Seth. My music taste is fucking Sethless.

favorite picture of them

I don't care what the masses say his phantom fucking slayed. People are being so cruel to him fr calling him cabbage head. I mean they're right but

Yomi:

favorite thing about them

How he's so terrible and evil and so fucking sexy about it. Every single time he appears on screen gets a fake zilch zombie esque response from me

least favorite thing about them

I legitimately cannot think of a single bad thing about Yomi

favorite line

I have three!

1. "That's even more impossible than a chance meeting between an umbrella and a sewing machine on an operating table!" what is wrong with him.

2. Not a single line but like. The conversation he had with Yuma when they were alone for a few minutes after we talked to Huesca where Yuma just tries to break the awkward silence with "umm" and Yomi just hits him with the "WHY DO YOU EXIST. WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE"

3. [after Makoto says he has a duty to watch over Amaterasu and Kanai Ward as a whole] "... What? What have you ever done for Kanai Ward? All you do is look down on it from high. The peaceful order you see when you gave upon it is thanks to my righteous justice. I'm the one guiding these lazy fools! I brought civilization to this place! I don't need you messing with the proper order of my city!" :]] I'll leave it without comment go make up your own mind about it~~

brOTP

Him and Fake Zilch. Not because I see them as platonic but because Fake Zilch was like... literally the only bro option that exists for him lmao

OTP

How dare you make me choose between Fake Zilch, Makoto & Yuma

nOTP

Yomi x Martina. I remember when he got introduced and right after he sent Seth to the electric chair, spat on Yakou then left I thought to myself "well at least he's a big wife guy" hoo boy.

random headcanon

Has two beds in his apartment. One shaped like a cool racecar where he has sex with Martina, and one three days grace themed four story bed where he has sex with everyone else. He doesn't sleep in either of them because rest is for soyboys and omegas. Speaking of omegas h- *audio cuts off*

unpopular opinion

Yomi haters are WEAK as FUCK Also he should be allowed to do whatever he wants actually I cheered and clapped when he hit Vivia right on the face with his whip you and me both Yomi you and me both.

song i associate with them

I have an entire playlist for that lmao so I'll limit myself to five: Dear Dictator by Saint Motel, Autotheist by Baby Bugs, Digital Silence by Peter McPoland + The Reason They Hate Me by Daughters. If we're talking about his relationship to Makoto then Want by Recoil and Men by The Dodos are PEAK makoyomi I beg you to listen to them. Pleas e

favorite picture of them

Sigh *pulls out the Yomi folder and starts picking them out extremely carefully*

#mine #ask #rain code #seth burroughs #yomi hellsmile #ask game

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bradshawsbaby · 1 year

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Movie night for Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw?

The Bradshaws are watching While You Were Sleeping because I just rewatched it tonight and gosh, I love that movie! 😆

No matter how many times you watched this movie, you couldn’t help but cry at this same part every time.

Curled up underneath your favorite fuzzy blanket, with your head resting on Bradley’s shoulder, you found yourself sniffling softly as Lucy asked Jack if he could give her any reason why she shouldn’t marry his brother. The tears started flowing freely at Jack’s sad little, “I can’t,” as they always did.

Your husband turned his head immediately at the sound of your soft blubbering. His arm, which had been draped behind you on the couch, came to wrap around your shoulders. “Aw, honey, you’re not crying again, are you?” he asked, the tiniest hint of an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You’ve seen this movie like a hundred times! You know it has a happy ending,” he teased playfully, thumbing away a few of your tears.

It had been your idea to watch While You Were Sleeping for your movie night tonight, which Bradley had graciously agreed to despite having watched it with you many times. He was used to the waterworks at this point.

“I know,” you whimpered, lifting your head and wiping at yours eyes. “But it’s just so sad! They love each other, but they can’t admit it! And now she thinks he doesn’t care about her, but he does! He got her the Florence snow globe!” you babbled. This scene always made you so emotional.

“I know, honey. I know,” Bradley chuckled, brushing your hair back from your face and stroking your cheek with the calloused pad of his thumb. “It’ll all work out in the end though,” he told you, winking. “You’ll see.”

You laughed a little bit at that, knowing it was silly to cry over a romantic comedy you’d seen enough times to quote from memory. Bradley never seemed to mind, however. He always just smiled and held you a little tighter and reminded you that everything was going to be okay. That was one of the countless small things he did that made you love him all the more.

Snuggling into his side, you reached for the popcorn as the two of you continued to watch the last bit of the movie. By the end, you were grinning from ear to ear as Lucy and Jack shared a romantic kiss, while Bradley was grinning down at you, enchanted as always by how happy this movie made you.

“See? I told you they got a happy ending,” he joked, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.

“Hmm, guess I should have listened,” you teased in return, wrapping an arm around his middle and curling up even more snugly against his side as he traced slow circles on your upper arm with one finger. “You know,” you added, tilting your head to look up at him, “something new actually did strike me while we were watching the movie this time.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bradley asked curiously, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“Have you ever noticed that Bob looks a lot like Bill Pullman?”

Bradley was quiet for a moment, glancing at the TV screen and contemplating.

“Eh, I don’t see it.”

November OTP Writing Prompts

#bradshaw drabble #mr. & mrs. bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #mrs. bradshaw #rooster x wife!reader #rooster x reader #top gun: maverick #november writing prompts

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dalliansss · 9 months

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Angbang + the lady over there just asked if we were a couple." "well, we did just kiss." "i know but it's still cool that we've finally been asked, don't you think?"

That woulds be nice I think

love paradise - summer vacation scenarios for your otp

Mairon trails after Melkor impatiently with the patience of a saint, smartphone in hand. They are both clad for winter -- scarves and coats and gloves -- and Mairon really, really needed to be elsewhere, but he does not know why every time Melkor calls, he picks up, and ninety percent of the time he still accompanies the other.

This cold afternoon it's to look for a new coffee machine. Melkor told him his old DeLonghi thing finally broke and he needed to buy a new one.

Mairon wondered why he would be the companion of the hour. But he drove over anyway to pick up Melkor from his posh tower and here they find themselves, looking up and down an entire aisle with coffee machines on offer.

There is a sales associate trailing after them, blessed with infinite patience and practiced smiles. She had been making suggestions but Melkor never paid heed; Melkor was like that -- if he needed your opinion, he would ask you himself. So, Mairon, being wiser, simply followed while checking his phone and replying to people.

"Excuse me, are you a couple?" the sales associate asked Mairon. Mairon freezes. He half-turns to her, giving her a side-eye she probably does not deserve. He is about to answer her, to fuck off and mind her own business, but Melkor saunters over bearing a fireman-truck-red Smeg drip coffee machine. He kisses Mairon's ginger hair.

The sales associate pinks, and she stammers an offer to get him a new stock of the machine he chose for himself, taking the display unit from Melkor's hands.

She scampers down the aisle, leaving them alone. Mairon returns to his texting.

"That question came a bit late, don't you think?" Melkor muses. "Still, it is nice to be asked."

It is not known to many that it has been years since they amicably parted. They remained friends, however. Melkor even takes it upon himself to 'inspect' people Mairon was seeing.

Recently, though, Mairon was intent on this very popular pop idol. Blond. Gorgeous face. Blue eyes. Billboard 100 top hit, 24M views on YouTube in 24 hours kind of thing.

"Yes, it's nice. Are you sure about that drip coffee machine? How about get a grinder too while you're at it?" Mairon drawls lazily.

"What would I need a grinder for?" Melkor quirks eyebrows up at him.

"So you stop complaining that coffee beans rarely come ground. Get a grinder in a matching color," says Mairon.

"Very well then, when your best friend comes back," Melkor says easily.

Mairon rolls his eyes so hard he could have rolled them all the way to Saturn.

"You're hopeless, Melkor." "I know. It's why I keep you around despite the divorce." "You owe me dinner," says Mairon, disgruntled to the high heavens. "I could have went out with my date." "Psh. Abandon your cutesy pop idol for now. He'll survive without you." "I want that restaurant by the 45th. Lobsters." "Lobsters it is."

#my drabs #angbang #morgoth #melkor #sauron #mairon #annatar #silmarillion #silm #whoops this might not be the thing you asked for anon #modern au

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kira-quartz · 8 months

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17, 27 and 35 for protectshipping?

I know you told me not to worry about taking too long to answer but GAAAAH I'm sorry 😖+😂 They were just really good questions.

OTP Relationship Asks

17. Who fell in love first?

Well, if we're talking about who *really* fell in love first, probably Ryo, but Tristan had a definite "oh, no, he's cute!" moment when he saw him for the first time. Based on the way he acts towards Miho and Serenity, I feel like he tends to idealise his crushes until he gets to know them better (bonus Carryshipping: Joey was the only exception, which is why it took him (Tristan) so long to work it out), so he was just standing there, letting his friends do the talking while he tried really hard not to stare at this fluffy-haired angel, and envying Joey for being able to talk to him so easily. (I was worried I was contradicting canon with this (not that it matters), but I had a look at my copy of vol.2 and not only does Tristan not say a single word to Ryo in that chapter, he's only in two panels! There is no proof that this didn't happen! XD)

The Monster World game was... an Experience for him, but it did help with that a bit - no time to feel awkward when there's an evil spinach spirit around! What really broke the ice, though, was when Ryo insisted, repeatedly, that the heckin' big hole in his hand wasn't a problem, really, no, he can't move his fingers, but it's fine, which finally showed Tristan that he was just a person - a brave, beautiful person, but still just a person with flaws (namely, being frustratingly stubborn), so there was nothing to worry about.

After Duelist Kingdom, Tristan made a point of checking on Ryo every so often, and while Ryo wasn't entirely sure how he felt about this at first (he didn't want to inconvenience Tristan - or worse, put him in danger), he came to appreciate it. Once the Ring wasn't a problem anymore, they grew even closer and started hanging out together one on one more often, and one evening (or maybe night, the idea hasn't finished loading yet) they were walking home from somewhere and there was a Moment... which made Ryo realise how he felt, and confused Tristan for another month. 🤣

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Every time Ryo brushes his hair in the morning, he thinks of that concentrated look Tristan gets on his face as he styles his, and it always makes him smile a little bit.

And for Tristan? Well, it's not exactly an object, but the smell of tea reminds him of Ryo.

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most?

argh I haven't seen enough movies-

Fantasy (I know, predictable), adventure, some horror. Tristan's picks tend to be more on the action-y side, and in the case of the horror movies, the characters have a bit more sense (he can get *pretty* frustrated otherwise, 😂). And I know he secretly likes cheesy romantic movies too - these aren't necessarily Ryo's thing, but he's not the kind of cornflake who'd make fun of someone's interests, so Tristan doesn't feel embarrassed watching them with him.

Thanks for asking! 😁

#yugioh #ygo #ryo bakura #tristan taylor #protectshipping #ryou bakura #hiroto honda #ask meme #replies

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alj4890 · 11 months

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Confession Time

(Thomas Hunt x OC) in a Choices Red Carpet Diaries/The Royal Romance Crossover drabble

Thirty Kisses in Thirty Days Challenge with the prompt: finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

Rating: G for fluff

A/N THE FINAL PROMPT!!!! I know I'm a couple days late in posting this, luckily I missed a few days during the thirty days so technically I'm still on day thirty 🤣 It seemed appropriate to end this challenge like I began it, with my OTP Thomas and Amanda. Thanks @twinkleallnight for requesting them for this prompt. And to @hopelessromantic1352 for encouraging me to start the challenge. This is something my OTP do in just about every series of mine 😂 *I couldn't decide on which gif to use of my FC for Thomas, so both were used for the beginning of this drabble 😉*

@hopelessromantic1352 @trappedinfanfiction @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms @flyawayboo @sophxwithers @twinkleallnight @tessa-liam @choicesficwriterscreations @peonierose @krsnlove

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"Any news yet?"

Thomas directed the frown he had while staring at his phone to Holly.

"No."

She sighed while handing him his notes. "Did she say when she would let you know?"

"No. She did not."

Addison came rushing over.

"I finally found pictures of the coronation. I thought it would be live, but apparently there is some Cordonian rule against filming inside the ancient cathedral."

The three crowded around her phone to see photographs of Prince Liam being crowned king.

"Wow!" Addison gushed. "Liam is so handsome! He's like what you imagine every prince should look like."

Holly nodded in agreement.

"Look! There's Amanda!"

She scrolled back a picture and pointed at the duchess they all personally knew standing off to the side of the cathedral with other nobles.

Thomas's frown deepened.

She looks lovely, he thought. A possible queen in the making.

"I love her dress!" Addison babbled on. "I wonder if she'd mind my using something similar for your next film."

Holly doubted she would. "It's almost time boss."

"Right." He handed Addison her phone back. "Where are my notes."

"In your hand." Holly reminded him.

He grimaced somewhat over that.

"Try and smile!" Addison teased. "No one will ever want to see your latest film with that sour expression of yours."

Thomas rolled his eyes on his way to the podium. This press conference was tedious at best. He wanted nothing to do with it. The last thing on his mind, which should have been the first, was going into detail about his filming process.

He couldn't stop thinking about Amanda and the very real possibility that she'd be chosen as Liam's queen.

He'd become friends with the duchess when filming, The Last Duchess, in Cordonia a couple of years earlier. They'd grown close over their similar love of classic films and had managed to spend as much time together as possible. He took a lot of his free time to visit her in Cordonia along with her estates in Scotland and Italy. She in turn would visit him in California and on his various filming locations.

Their friendship came about so easily that he almost missed the realization that he'd fallen in love with her.

It wasn't until she told him about what typically happens when a crown prince or princess is about to become the new monarch that he realized he wanted to be with her.

"I know it sounds practically gothic." She tried to tease. "But every available lady of the Court must take part in being a suitor for Liam."

Thomas had been floored. His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, even with her adding that she truly didn't think she'd be chosen.

"Liam and I are too good of friends." She explained. "He knows I don't have those types of romantic feelings for him. Plus he knows I have no desire to be queen."

"Wouldn't your friendship make you a desirable choice?" Thomas countered. "After all, I imagine he would at least want someone he knows and trusts by his side if he can't find someone he loves."

"Love isn't a necessity in the Crown's eyes." Amanda mumbled. "I never thought about being chosen because I'm his friend."

Silence fell between them as the seriousness of the situation struck them both.

He knew he couldn't tell her how he felt about her now, especially not over the phone. Thomas wanted to see her face when he admitted to being in love. She deserved to have romance and everything he could possibly do to show her how special she truly was to him.

Even more so now that she was forced into what should be a reality show scenario.

After weeks of sporadic contact with Amanda, he'd been scouring the international news sources to try and figure out just whom Liam would pick as queen. There was an American in the mix who seemed a very likely candidate. Liam certainly appeared happy with her in all of Ana De Luca's interviews and pictures.

He didn't know if he was relieved or more worried that there weren't that many images of Amanda and Liam together. If anything, there were only photographs from their past used in articles that mentioned her. They seemed so comfortable around each other. No romantic glances. No lingering touches. Nothing at all to even hint at romance.

It gave him the one glimmer of hope Thomas needed.

"Good afternoon." He gruffly greeted the members of the press. "Thank you for coming."

He placed his phone near his notes in the hopes of hearing from Amanda soon.

Thomas delivered his usual thorough explanation of both his decisions in casting along with the filming techniques he used. After years of teaching, he couldn't help but give a lecture of sorts for each press event. The reporters typically appreciated it since it made their jobs easy and he knew they were sure to have all the pertinent information.

He checked the time once he opened the floor for questions. He knew there was a nine hour time difference between Los Angeles and Cordonia. That meant that Amanda was just in the full swing of the coronation ball, the very one Liam would announce his choice.

Thomas hoped she would send him some type of text letting him know if he would be able to invite her along on his press junket or if he would be invited to her wedding.

Should I go, he wondered. Could I stand to see her marry someone who isn't in love with her now knowing how I feel?

"Mr. Hunt?" One of the reporters said a touch louder.

Thomas looked up. "Yes?"

The room waited on his response.

"Could you repeat your question?" He asked.

"What made you decide on casting Ryan Summers as the bad guy?"

Thomas ran his hand through his hair while proceeding to answer what made him choose Hollywood's most suave and handsome as the sadistic, cold, and manipulative antagonist.

His phone vibrated, causing him to pause mid-sentence.

The person he most wanted and dreaded hearing from finally sent him a message.

I'm on my way home. Liam chose Madeleine and I will have a few weeks of freedom before the next round of court events to celebrate their upcoming wedding. I have so much to tell you! I'm exhausted from this social season and am ready to collapse in bed. I will call you tomorrow 😘

Thomas had a huge smile on his face once her message was reread. He kept up the answer of Ryan's character while his mind raced with the possibilities.

He couldn't wait to start.

****************

Two days later...

Thomas pushed away from his car the moment Amanda stepped out of her plane. Her smile nearly matched his in delight of seeing each other after months of being apart.

He walked over to meet her at the end of the stairs, chuckling when she practically fell into his arms for a hug.

"Hello." He responded when she finally looked up at him.

"Hello!" She tilted her head. "You grew a beard."

He subconsciously rubbed his cheek. "I did."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to where his hand had been. "It suits you."

He closed his eyes over that simple touch. His mind immediately went to going ahead and telling her what he wanted from her, then he argued with himself that he should at least allow her a chance to recover from her travels.

"It feels so good to be here again." She looped her arm with his as they walked to his car. "I've never wanted to escape Cordonia as much as I have these last few months."

"Was it that bad?"

"Yes and no." She hugged his arm. "It was more tedious than anything else. Having to constantly be my best duchess persona without a chance to really relax was grating. I know it was worse on Liam."

As they drove off, she seemed to become sadder.

"What happened?" He asked. "From the few snippets of news we were able to see, it looked like Liam might choose the woman from New York."

"He intended to."

Amanda told him the entire story. His eyebrows rose a few times as she related the mysterious circumstances.

"So, he couldn't choose her?" Thomas felt a great deal of sympathy for Cordonia's young king.

"Not until he finds out who set her up." Amanda huffed. "I wish there was something more we could do. At least Riley didn't return to New York. Maxwell and Bertrand were able to convince her to stay. Liam asked though that we all wait to speak to her until the engagement tour starts. He doesn't want us to cause whoever did this to become suspicious."

"So you'll have to return to Cordonia?" Thomas frowned some at the notion.

"I don't have to, but I feel like I should help as much as I can. Liam deserves to be with the one he loves."

"I see." He muttered.

Amanda's brow furrowed as she studied his stern profile. "Is something wrong?"

His frown deepened. "Only that I intended on inviting you to come with me on my press tour."

"You did?"

He glanced at her face and saw just how happy that suggestion made her.

He reached for her hand, squeezing it in response.

"I did." He shrugged. "I've missed you and thought it would be nice to spend time with you. Plus, your company would make this part of my job much more pleasant."

"It would?" Her smile grew bigger.

"Yes." He replied.

"Where will you be going?"

"The usual spots. London, Paris, Rome, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York." He listed. "A few other spots along the way."

"Hmm. A few of those are where the Court will be traveling. I don't suppose you'd have time to attend some court events with me during this?" She asked.

"I could." He eyed her. "I would make time for them if you wanted me to."

"Then I don't see why I couldn't travel with you!"

Amanda began to explain some of the upcoming dinners and balls to him. He noticed that the idea of his attending with her made her more excited than the actual events.

He found his own heart grow lighter as he drove her to his home. Perhaps all these romantic settings would help lead her into the next step he wished to take.

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A few nights later...

Thomas finished getting dressed. He checked his reflection once more. He normally wasn't a man to second guess his appearance to the degree he was tonight, but he'd come to some decisions.

Tonight would be the night he teased the idea of the two of them together to Amanda.

He'd made dinner reservations at 71Above. With Los Angeles on a gorgeous display at night from the windows, he planned on beginning to flirt with her. He knew it was one of her favorite restaurants here, especially for the view. His hope was that the romantic atmosphere along with his own actions might awaken a possible interest in Amanda.

He stepped out of his bedroom the same moment Amanda did hers.

Her shy smile flashed.

His own lips curved as his eyes swept over her figure. She'd clearly spent a lot of time trying to look her best. The crimson dress she wore was perfect for what he had in mind. It took all his self control to not step closer to her and wrap his arm around her waist.

"Thomas?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yes?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Not at all." He gave himself a mental shake to stop staring at her.

He offered his arm to her, making her smile in response.

"You'll have to forgive me." He said as he led her downstairs.

"For?"

"For staring. Red is most definitely your color."

A blush rose to her cheeks.

"You're forgiven." She teased.

He chuckled. "I'm going to be the envy of everyone at the restaurant."

Amanda scoffed at that notion.

"I believe I will be the envy of everyone." Her hazel eyes drifted along his tall frame, lingering upon his face. "How could I not be?"

Thomas covered her hand that rested in the bend of his arm with his own. He was ready to keep her here and show just the effect her words had on him.

Instead, he led her out to the waiting car and instructed their destination to their driver.

He then sat back beside her and planned.

***************

"I insist on you ordering whatever you want." Amanda told him. "Dinner is on me in thanks for inviting me to spend the next few weeks with you."

She began to study the menu. "This and every other dinner we have."

"There's no need to do that."

"Of course there is!" She smiled at him. "You are always so gracious in opening your home up for me whenever I visit The States. The least I can do is pay for our evenings out."

"If you insist on owing me, then I believe I would like something else other than dinner." He countered.

Amanda's lips twitched with suppressed laughter. "Oh? Is it a car you wish me to purchase?"

He chuckled, draping his arm behind her shoulders. Thomas scooted a touch closer to her, his eyes never leaving her face.

"What I want, doesn't require money." He explained. "It only requires you."

Her brow furrowed in thought. "Me? For what?"

"I want our nights together to be actual dates. And since I'm the one doing the asking, I should pay for our dinner."

Her menu slipped through her fingers and slid off the table.

"I'm sorry." She whispered in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Thomas gently cupped her cheek. He brushed his thumb along her jawline and watched as a deep blush bloomed on her cheeks. It gave him hope that she might feel like he did.

"I realized a few months ago that what I feel for you goes beyond friendship."

Her lips parted in surprise.

"I intended to tell you then but you had to participate as a suitor for Liam." His eyes rested on her mouth then rose back to capture her startled gaze. "I didn't think it right for you to have to give me an answer while also possibly having to marry another friend of yours."

"So you..." Amanda sucked in a shaky breath. "You're attracted to me?"

"In every single way." He clarified. "I've never felt this way about anyone before."

Her eyes widened in response.

Thomas waited patiently for her to say something about her own feelings.

Their waiter came by, interrupting the charged moment.

"Is this going to be one check?" He asked.

"Yes." Amanda answered.

Her smile made Thomas's heart race.

"My date will take care of the check."

****************

The next few hours, Thomas set out to charm Amanda. And in turn, she did the same to him. The smiles, the flirty comments, the heated glances and touches all pointed to this transition being successful. They were definitely moving from a close friendship into a romantic relationship.

Thomas was honestly surprised how easily they stepped into these new roles. There was no awkwardness nor hesitancy on either part.

"Would you like to go somewhere else?" He asked once dinner was done. "Or would you like to go back home?"

He leaned close to her, bracing his arm above her head, when they got into the elevator.

"We could go for a swim or watch a movie." His fingers drifted down her bare arm pausing at her waist. "We won't be interrupted there."

"I'd like that." Amanda's hands rested on his chest.

They slid up to wind around his next, tugging him closer to her.

The elevator opening along with the sound of voices from those waiting to go up to the restaurant made them slowly pull apart.

Grasping her hand, he edged his way through the crowd, nodding to those who called out to him. He ignored the photos being taken of them and held the door open for Amanda.

Once they were safely back in the town car, Thomas raised the privacy barrier.

"I think I should confess something." Amanda said, making him pause in touching her.

"Oh? Sounds ominous." He teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I have been working up the nerve for nearly a year to tell you that I wanted more."

Her eyes raised to his.

"That I wanted you to be mine."

Now it was his turn to be shocked.

"You were thinking the same way?"

She nodded.

His lips curved as he drew her close to his side. "Then I suppose neither of us can ever deny our feelings for each other."

"That's true." She pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. "I know I certainly can't. Not now since I know you feel the same way about me."

"Amanda." He moaned, turning and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

Her hand slid up his chest to tangle in his hair. Her tongue brushed against his, needing more of his touch.

His hands moved along her thighs and lower back. He knew he should slow down and pace their interactions, but each time he heard her say something he'd hoped to hear from her he couldn't stop his need from rising up and taking over.

He couldn't deny how much he wanted her. Since she not only returned his affection but encouraged him to take it another step further. He knew he was a goner.

Amanda checked the time. She knew they had about an hour or more until they reached his home. She unbuckled and straddled his lap. Their mouths met in a steamy kiss while their hands explored the other through their clothes.

Between the kisses and caresses that were fogging up the windows, the couple expressed their hopes for their new future together. Each wish was met with a more tender kiss than the last.

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