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cauldron-of-oddities · 5 days

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Ekko making jewelry out of his owl feathers as presents for his 'pretty bird'

May turn into a drabble at some point as I seem terribly prone to that.

@youmaycallmeyourhighness hope you enjoy these little headcanons.

Jewellery for his pretty bird

He gets the idea when she's about to turn 13

He’s in half a panic, yeah sure she always seems happy with the gifts he finds for her, but this year has to be special.

Usually, he would get her some really nice materials to work with or a pretty stone or two. Now, that's not enough.

He remembers how enamoured she seemed with his feathers and decides to combine the two.

He's a full year ahead of her and so has had his first moult. His mother nabs a feather and gets a bit mushy about her boy growing up. His dad joins in, and Ekko is horribly embarrassed, but he likes people happy, especially his family and friends, so, ok, yeah, he can deal with his parents cooing over him.

"Such a handsome boy you are”

His father teased him, soon he'd fly the nest, and he'd charm all the girls with that pretty plumage.

“Hush you, there's only one girl.”

"Mom! She's my friend”

“You didn't need to ask who we meant, though.” his father chortled.

When she comes by Benzo's shop to ask for some replacement parts for the taps. He's busy trying to get a stubborn wing feather out, and his beak is not doing the trick. Her long fingers pluck it out gently.

Shyly she asks if she can keep it. It's gorgeous and a soft sort of smoothness to it, and she keeps running her fingers over it and against her cheeks, zoning out for a bit as she gets lost in the feeling. So he knows she likes his feathers.

He also knows touch grounds her, so he figures it can be a stress reliever, so something she can fiddle with and keep with her.

His first attempts at making a piece didn't go well. He breaks multiple feathers. The stem of the feather is definitely not like metal.

He makes 3 pieces eventually that year.

An earring set with a shiny cog blue beads and a long flight feather for her birthday.

A bracelet with little fluffy feathers, this one is made of string that looks like a mini boa is wrapped around her wrist. Makes it for her first moult. He asks if he can have some of her feathers.

The third is a necklace. In an echo of the earrings, he alternates some of his smaler feathers and hers alternating with little cogs. This one he has not given yet because the implications are very clear.

He's secretly thrilled that he's with her in some form most of the time.

She wears the earrings often, and it soon becomes her lucky charm.

Vi thinks it's adorable and ribs her sister good naturedly.

Vander just lets out a chuckle “kids” “It suits you, Powder. That's quite the special gift.” Is all he says but does raise his eyebrow at Ekko.

Mylo teases her mercilessly “Can't be without your knight in shiny feathers, eh?”

Claggor thinks it's sweet and wonders if he should keep some of his more colourful feathers for the future.

Mylo stole them once, when she was ignoring him, and as a bit of revenge for the challenge race, she beat him in. He knew it would get a rise out of her. It does so spectacularly. It sends feathers flying. Yeah, it's not pretty. The awkward little Powder has it in her to be a right terrifying hellion.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #the owl and the crow #ask #drawing inspiration #thank you for the prompt #the kids are being fluffy #literally

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sfsolstice · 14 days

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S. F. Solstice, "Unopposed"

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foodsies4me · 3 months

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💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛i love your writing

don't know why but i love ragnor and Alec interactions.Can you wrote a little something of Alec has magicand he's working as an assistant for ragnor so he teaches,guides Alec?

Thank you for the prompt!!! I am not sure if this completely matched the prompt but it *was* fun to write. So background info, this is in the Golden Words and Sapphire Rings verse - Alec is already getting magic lessons from Ragnor as well as potions, but it's the magic lessons (or what follows after one that goes wrong) that is the focus here.

Ragnor falls down on the couch with an aggrieved sigh that could give Magnus a run for his money, theatrical fall included and all. He conjures a cup of tea for himself, rubs the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger and even goes as far as to noisily discard one of his books on the coffee table to make the fall as dramatic as can be.

Then, when Catarina doesn’t react to his theatrics outside of hiding an amused smile behind the cup of coffee she’s drinking, Ragnor lets out an even longer, louder sigh. And another.

“You know you could just say what happened without the theatrics, right?” She says as she puts her own book – an original copy of Pride and Prejudice – aside. She doesn’t bother to hide the amused smile on her face or the way her shoulders are already shaking with barely contained laughter. “So, what did Alec do this time?”

“There would have been no theatrics if you hadn’t forced my hand,” Ragnor snarks. “And he blew up-”

“I didn’t blow up anything,” Alec interrupts as he comes storming inside. His hair is standing up straight, soot and dust covering his cheeks and most of his front, all of which doesn’t lend credence to what he’s saying. “You were the one who told me I had to do it that way.”

“I also instructed you to start slowly, which is a word I would expect you to know given your age,” Ragnor says and oh, it’s another one of those days, Catarina thinks. It had been a while since Ragnor and Alec got into one of their snark fests from Alec’s unorthodox approach to being a warlock. Almost a whole three days.

“Maybe it’s your age that’s the problem,” Alec says bluntly, brushing some of the soot off of his hair and ‘accidentally’ making it fall on Ragnor’s hair and coat instead. “Because I didn’t have any problem when I followed Cat’s or the books’ instructions.”

“You didn’t have any problems because you were doing it wrong,” Ragnor stresses. “You aren’t thinking of what you’re doing, instead you’re focusing on what you want the end result to be. I’ve already told you so a million times by now you brat.” He rubs the bridge of his nose again as he says this before he looks over at her and-

“Oh, no,” Catarina says, stopping him before he manages to open his mouth, “as amusing as this is, you two are not dragging me into the middle of this.”

Ragnor harrumphs in displeasure while Alec shoots a self-satisfied smirk his way and, not for the first time, Catarina wonders which of the two is the actual child.

At least Raphael isn’t there this time around.

Ragnor follows the loud harrumph with an eye-roll that she knows he picked up from the teen standing behind him and sweeping soot off of his clothes and onto Ragnor's. And, despite the visual, differences between both men – or well between the man and the teenager who really should allow himself to act his age more often - Catarina can’t help but see how much they’ve picked up the other’s mannerisms over the last few months.

Alec brushes some more dust and soot onto Ragnor before the man catches on, swiping the dirt onto his fingers with an exasperated expression before, with a familiar glint in his eyes, he turns his wrist to magically dump all of the soot and dust back on to Alec and then some.

Alec lets out an affronted squawk that Catarina is more used to hearing from Ragnor, hazel eyes wide in shock and Catarina takes that as her cue to check her watch, “Oh is it so late already?” and portal out of the room.

The last thing she hears before the portal closes behind her is Ragnor’s aggrieved shriek when Alec decides to take revenge by plopping himself down on the cream-colored sofa – soot and all.

#foodsies writes #thank you for the prompt #this was fun to write #even if it didn't entirely fit what was asked #but then again when have I ever managed to write what I set out to write #these characters just don't listen to me

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toburnup · 1 year

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for your prompts (i don’t know how specific people usually get so take or leave what you want)

a fwb situation and they’re both insanely jealous the other is seeing other people (neither of them are)

or steve dirty texts eddie by accident

taking it further than a dirty text. steve accidentally sends eddie a video. a slightly intimate video. ty for the prompt!

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Steve likes taking nudes. Specifically cumshots. Of himself.

Steve had been on the receiving end of a flurry of sexts from Emma, a girl he'd recently started seeing when he finally tips himself over the edge. Takes a video because that's the best way to do it, the best way to capture his slick fist and coated knuckles.

With a self-satisfied groan, he rolls over and sends her the video. Taps her little icon. Steve presses send and closes his eyes, feels each muscle relax. A minute or two later, his phone chimes and he opens one eye to read the text. But - it’s not Emma. It’s Eddie who texted him and he frowns, swipes it open.

Eddie: lol

Steve sits up and fear sparks in his stomach. His hands are shaking as he scrolls up and -

Yep, sent the video to Eddie.

The three little dots appear and Steve’s mouth is bone dry and he can’t think (what is Eddie going to say? Why did he have to be named Eddie? Why didn’t Steve double check?).

Eddie: not bad

Steve wants to die but before he makes any decisions there, he types out a quick reply. Goes for levity.

Steve: oops Steve: impressed?

There. It’s - it’s confident. It’s only awkward if Steve makes it awkward. And if he goes along with it like this is just a normal thing, a video shared between friends, then what’s the harm in it.

Eddie: you could say that

Steve’s chest turns and he shifts where he’s laying. His post-orgasm glow is painted with embarrassment but also, of all the people to accidentally send it to, Eddie is a fair enough choice. They’re pretty much friends. Eddie doesn't care, Eddie doesn’t have shame.

Eddie: just so you know, i opened that while i was on the bus Eddie: warn a guy next time? Eddie: not that i'm complaining

Steve laughs as he replies.

Steve: sure. will do Eddie: sweet

Steve licks his lips. Closes the conversation and swipes back to the actual Emma. He’d left her hanging and he feels a little silly sending the video now, so he just types a brief reply.

Steve: fuck i came so hard. love ur tits

He goes to sleep.

#just a quick n dirty ficlet!!#steddie #steddie fanfiction #3 minute fic #steddie fanfic #vio writes #thank you for the prompt #i can't lie i wrote like. a lot more but !! wanted to post this bit #sorry this is so late

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in-the-dark-collabfic · 3 months

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I had an idea for another prompt I hope you'll like

Remy and Emile have a "get to know you" convo that starts out really awkward and ends pretty friendly

Ooh this prompt is interesting. I wonder what will prompt the conversation

I'm not able to get to my computer until Tuesday, so it won't be added properly to the prompt masterpost for a few days. It'll be there, but because of the fact it's on my phone the link will he below the words instead of being linked to the words.

And here's a link to the pinned post for those who'd like to submit a prompt to this blog! One more and I'll be able to start writing the story with enough for the second chapter as well!

#glacier speaks #sanders sides #emile #remy #ts emile #ts remy #thank you for the prompt #awitchbravestheverge

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owl127 · 1 year

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If you take requests, could you please do an alpha firefighter lexa and omega Clarke, where lexa is called to the scene of a fire and freaked out realizing that it's her house and Clarke is injured and trapped inside? Only if it isn't too much trouble please

Three slices of bread. Two medium slices of fresh mozzarella—and not the pre-sliced stuff, but the good, wet, supple kind that Lexa could only find in the farmer's market. Piping red tomato and the lettuce a crunching green, and yes, the roasted beef, dripping in caramelized onions sauce.

It was the perfect sandwich.

"Someone’s happy." Anya sat next to Lexa on the dining table, the hub of the station dying down in the kitchen. They had returned from a call where the police did most of the work, and Lexa finally had time to prepare dinner: the perfect sandwich dinner. "Did you finally learn how to cook?"

"Clarke prepared all the ingredients," Lexa confessed with a mouthful. "I stack them like legos."

"A true chef." Anya stirred her canned soup. "But you’re not smiling like that because of a sammy."

Lexa took her time chewing and nodded at Lincoln as he perused the fridge. He emerged with a pink Gatorade and chugged it down in four long gulps. Lexa placed her sandwich back on her plate with the care of someone dealing with something precious. "I got the ring," she said, and Anya froze with her spoon halfway to her mouth.

"No shit. For real?"

"For real."

"Holy shit, Lexa, congrats!" Her captain patted her on the back, and Lincoln joined them at the table.

"What happened?" he asked while trying to grab Lexa’s sandwich, but she swatted his hand away.

"Lexa is finally going to propose."

"For real?" Lincoln’s cheer was a paradox in his hard-angled face; his smile and eyes were always so kind. "Congrats!"

"Griffin is going to flip," Anya added. "I need to tell Raven."

"Don’t tell her yet!" Lexa protested. "We’re going to her dad’s hunting cabin this weekend. I want it to be a surprise. So no telling Raven or Octavia." The last warning was for Lincoln, who mimicked a zipper over his lips. "I mean it," she threatened, and her cousins shared equally innocent looks. "Hell, I really want it to be—" The blaring station alarm sounded, and the firefighters reacted on impulse, dropping everything to answer the call. Lexa took the biggest bite she could from her perfect sandwich and ran to grab her uniform. If they were lucky, it would be their last call of the night.

The cops had formed a perimeter when they arrived, and Anya instructed their crew to check the victims in both cars. Lexa followed Niylah to the first vehicle, while Anya and Lincoln went to the second, overturned one. "Call if you need help," Lexa shouted, and Anya nodded. A bad crash, but the truck Lexa checked was in better shape, and they had the victims in the ambulance in a short time. The second ambulance arrived, but there was no sign of Anya and Lincoln. Lexa caught Anya’s eyes between the first responders' crowd of police officers and paramedics, seeing the concern there. She understood it as a call for help and trotted in the direction of the upside-down SUV.

She didn’t notice at first. She didn’t read Anya’s concern as a warning and approached the car, kneeling down. Lexa didn’t recognize the vehicle, running on the adrenaline of the call. She didn’t recognize anything. And then she saw it; blonde hair spilling on the car ceiling, pink with blood; unconscious arms down and unmoving; and eyes she knew so well closed and unblinking. If she weren’t kneeling, she would have fallen. Pain flared at a grasping hand on her rough uniform collar, a thumb pressing down on the base of her throat hard enough to leave a mark.

"Can you do it?" Anya asked, eyes flashing in kaleidoscopic emergency lights. "If you can’t do this, I want you out of here." Lexa’s tendons protested in her neck, and she swallowed. She nodded. "Good," Anya continued, "you hold her while I cut the seatbelt. Lincoln and Niylah are ready for her when we take her out."

A loud knocking on the car’s side. "There’s smoke," an officer in full navy uniform said, "you got a few minutes tops." Anya nodded, and Lexa’s heart hammered in her chest as she adjusted to receive Clarke’s weight once she was free from her seatbelt. Blood trickled on Lexa’s uniform, and she grasped her girlfriend tighter. She nodded at Anya.

"One, two, three!" Anya ordered and cut the seatbelt.

The scream that broke from Clarke’s mouth was unlike anything Lexa had ever heard. It was raw, visceral pain, her arms flaring in desperation, hitting Lexa square on the jaw. Lexa was prepared to receive Carke’s full weight on her arms, but realization hit her amid Clarke’s desperate wails.

"She’s stuck," Lexa yelled at Anya, who grunted an affirmative and crawled her way to the passenger’s window. "Clarke, stay with me. It will be okay." Blood flowed rich and arterially on Lexa’s shirt. Clarke, her unfocused eyes landing on Lexa, controlled her sobbing for a single moment. "It will be okay," Lexa promised. "Anya, can you see it?" she asked, her arms burning at her effort to keep Clarke’s weight from pressing on her wounds.

"Two penetrations: hips and calf. I need a saw!" Anya commanded, and Lincoln brought it from the other side of the car.

"One minute!" the same officer from before said, extremely unhelpful.

Lexa held Clarke, smelled smoke, and cursed. The ringing of steel on steel echoed in the crumpled car, and Clarke, feeling the vibration of foreign bodies inside herself, screamed again. She screamed and screamed until she abruptly stopped. Lexa held her with smoke on her nose, blood on her arms, and tears in her eyes. Anya cut the first part off Clarke’s hips—an ugly, sleek black piece of metal jutting from skin and muscle. More weight fell on Lexa’s arms.

"I need another saw!" Anya yelled from above Lexa, working on the second wound.

"Thirty seconds! The fire will spread!"

Lexa wanted to strangle the officer yelling at them. She knew protocol; she knew that in different circumstances, they would leave the car, with or without Clarke.

The gritting sound of the saw resumed, and Clarke’s eyes blinked awake, tears marrying the blood and sooth on her face. "Lex," she cried, sobbing. "It hurts."

"I know, baby, I know, she’s almost done." But Clarke had lost consciousness again. Her face had been red from being upside down, but as Lexa’s uniform grew redder, Clarke’s face turned pale. Lexa swallowed bile.

"You gotta go! Go, go, go!" Yelling from outside the car increased, and Lexa wasn’t only smelling smoke; she was seeing fire, hearing it crack, and hearing the shouts of her colleagues to control it. Her nose was full of blood, chemicals, and smoke. But also Clarke, the woman she wanted to be her wife.

"Lexa, I’m sorry." Anya’s voice was small in the cabin, and Lexa’s heart grew heavy in desperation. She saw Anya’s face, and a sudden calmness took over her.

She nodded and held on tight.

Lexa made it to the hospital 90 minutes later. She would have made it in 80 if Anya hadn’t stopped her at the station. "Shower," Anya had ordered, looking down at the drying stains over Lexa's uniform that coagulated into one long, horrific crimson flag over her body. Lexa hadn't noticed her state in the past hour, trying to balance her work with the other victims, controlling the fire, and finally being able to rush to the hospital.

She saw Abby outside the ICU. Clarke’s mom talked to a doctor in scrubs, and no one had made him change his blood stains. Abby’s jaw worked from afar, processing what the doctor said with sharp nods. Her left finger spun her wedding band constantly, something that Clarke also did with her rings.

"Lexa." Abaya’s voice was rough. "Did anyone call you? There was an accident—"

"I was the first responder." She held Abby's eyes and watched the recognition there—a tired, respectful tilt of her head.

"Thank you," Abby said with the weight of the world, and she also nodded at the doctor. "Thank you for the update, Jackson."

Lexa stood next to Abby in that well-lit hallway, the noise of beeping, scrubbing, and whispering carrying around them. Everything smelled sterile, and Lexa hated it. For the hospital, it was just another night. But for both these women, everything they cared about was intubated inside that door.

Lexa didn't ask. She gave Abby time. "Clarke is in the post-op. They think she will make it."

Lexa exhaled hard, only then noticing she had held a full breath for hours. She almost gagged in relief, a reaction so strong she bent forward and held her hands over her head.

"Thank God," she whispered.

Abby's voice shook as she continued. "They told me it saved her life. That it had to be done. Was it… was it you?" Lexa shook her head.

"I was there with her, though. She was not conscious."

Abby’s ring spinned and spinned and spinned. "Good."

They sat there for hours. They were only allowed to see Clarke the following morning.

Five days later, in a hospital room, Lexa proposed. In its own way, it was perfect.

#ask the owl #drabble drabble drabble #clexa fanfic #clexa #the 100 #the 100 fanfic #modern day au #prompt #thank you for the prompt #I took some liberties...#\o/

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fuddlewuddle · 4 months

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I want to prompt you for canon AU where Hawk stays and takes care of Tim and we get to see them share soft and tender and bittersweet moments? or if that's not your thing, I would also love to see Tim/Hawk softness after the “I’m home” scene in episode 2. Thank you very much!

Thank you for the prompts Nonnie!

I hope I did your second idea justice

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52500790

Fuddle 💜

#thank you for the prompt #fellow travelers #my fics #hawk x tim #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller

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lokigayforhela · 1 year

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Hi could you write a hela x reader where r starts preparing for spooky season and gets hela accustomed with the traditions but forgets to mention to not actually raise the dead ( maybe with hela and r scaring her brothers if you're comfortable with it)

Happy spooky season 🎃👻

A/N: Yes, this is an OLD prompt, no I'm not dead (I just work a famous haunted attraction at a theme park and it takes up my entire September and October). I hope this silly little spooky Halloween prompt makes up for my absence. Once I recover from working until 2am for two months straight, I'll be posting much more, I promise. Happy Halloween!

Rating: G

WC: 2210

TW: None

“So… explain to me again why we’re buying all of these decorations that look like ghosts and ghoulies and… gourds, for some reason?”

“It’s to decorate for Halloween, darling. Do you need me to explain Halloween again?” You glanced over at your girlfriend, in whose arms were cradled a rather obscene amount of black and orange garland, a pair of ghost figurines, and various other Halloween decorations piled nearly as high as her chin. She was being such a good sport about being used in lieu of a proper shopping cart, and you made a mental note to make it up to her later.

“No, no. I remember. It’s a holiday where children go from home to home requesting candy from complete strangers. Which, in my opinion, is a horrid idea. Very unsafe. Mm.” Hela mocked an expression of concern that simply did not convey any real worry at all, and you had to roll your eyes, even as you breathed out a soft laugh.

“They aren’t alone. Parents go with them. And that’s just a small part of Halloween. Really, only one night of it. In this household, we celebrate Halloween from August first all the way through November second.”

“That’s very specific.”

“That’s because I love Halloween. And because I can’t disrespect my ancestors by forgetting Dia de Los Muertos. Though, that’s not really considered much to do with Halloween, to most white people.”

“Well, then if Halloween itself is only one day, why decorate and celebrate for so long?” Hela glanced at you as you began to carefully set item by item on the conveyor belt at the checkout.

You shrugged a shoulder. “’Cuz it’s fun!” You set the last of your decorations on the belt and shuffled past Hela so you could greet the cashier.

“Besides. There’s other aspects I think you’ll find much more up your alley, too,” you continued after you’d had all your new home décor bagged and paid for, the both of you loaded with several grocery bags on each arm.

“Such as?”

“Well, it’s a time of year that’s deeply rooted in… well, ancient times. Traditions and stuff like that. The Celtics were believed to be the first that truly celebrated it. They believed that All Hallows’ Eve, which we call Halloween night now, was when the veil between this world and the next was thinnest, meaning that ghosts and demons and the like could walk among them and wreak havoc. The idea of dressing up in costumes was borne of the idea that if you dressed yourself up to look scary, the demons and ghosts wouldn’t know if you were a human or another ghost, and so would leave you alone.”

“Demons aren’t scary.”

“Maybe yours aren’t, but the Christian-based depictions of demons, especially back in the day, were certainly nightmare-inducing. No one would have wanted to be associated with them in any way.”

“And look at you now, dating a literal Goddess of Death who could summon the equivalent to demons at any time, if she really wanted to.” Hela was smirking at you, but you pointedly kept your eyes on the road as you drove.

“Look, all that’s telling me is that Halloween is going to be your favorite time of the year, too. We’ll do all the fun Halloween things. We’ll carve pumpkins, and do cute coupley costumes and shit. I’ll even take you to Halloween Horror Nights. Though maybe not. You do tend to have a… reaction, when you get scared, and we do not threaten scare actors.”

“Darling, you’re assuming anything could actually make me scared.”

You finally glanced over at Hela, just so that you could give her a look with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really want to risk it?”

“…for your sake, no.”

You nodded, and the both of you fell into a comfortable silence as you drove the rest of the way back to your apartment and unloaded the car, carrying in your haul and emptying all the bags out onto the dining room table so that you could get a good look at everything while you planned where to put them.

“Okay.” You clasped your hands together in front of you, and Hela turned to look at you expectantly, an amused expression on her face as she regarded you with arms crossed over her chest as she waited to see just what you were planning. “I have a vision. Cobwebs on the doors. Don’t worry about them getting dirty or anything like that, they’ll get thrown away at the end of the year. There’s just not a good way to clean them. The ghosts, I think, are gonna go around the tv set-up. That seems like a good place for them. The glasses and stuff, obviously, are gonna go in the sink to be washed so we can use them. Vampire teeth pillow will go on the couch, and then… I’ll have to get out my other stuff and go from there.”

“There’s more?” Hela asked, and you couldn’t quite tell if she was amused or concerned for your well-being.

You only grinned. “I told you. Halloween is my favorite.” And with that, you began placing everything just how you wanted it.

Hela, for what it was worth, was a very good sport the whole time, helping you make sure that everything was angled just how you wanted it while not impeding with the usability of countertops or electronics, and she could reach the top corners of the doors to drape the cobwebs with an effortlessness that you would have never managed.

Later, once everything was exactly how you’d imagined it and you stood looking around the living room with a sense of contentment, Hela sidled up behind you, watching the Halloween ambiance video you’d found on YouTube for a moment.

“You know. I’ve been thinking about what you said earlier. About the demons and stuff.”

You looked over at her, brow furrowed. “What about them?”

“Well… I suppose what I mean to say is that… Well, your decorations look all well and good, but… they could be a bit more… more.”

Before you could even open your mouth to ask what she meant, her hands began to glow green and with a wave of her hand, your living room was suddenly filled with a number of… well, you weren’t sure what they were. Dead bodies, perhaps? Though they glowed green and looked how you imagined a ghost might. And really, what was a ghost if not a dead body, anyway?

And then you realized that you were rationalizing the differences between ghosts and dead bodies instead of addressing the fact that there were creatures in your apartment that absolutely could not stay.

“Hela.” You looked over to see her grinning such a self-satisfied smirk that you couldn’t even find it in you to be all that mad. Even if it was very peculiar having a bunch of random dead people in your apartment. “They can’t stay.”

“Aw, why not? They don’t make any messes.”

“They’re dead.”

“They’ll hardly make a sound.”

“We can’t have anyone over!”

“Why not?”

“What do you mean why not?”

“I’m calling my brothers. They’ll have the scare of their lives.”

“Hela…” But you hesitated, because if you were being honest, the idea of seeing Hela’s brothers’ dignity knocked down a peg or two was something that would be quite humorous, if you did say so yourself. “…just this once. And then they’ve got to go.”

“We’ll see.”

Ten minutes, and one innocent phone call later, and you were waiting for the tell-tale knock at your door that meant Thor and Loki had arrived for, to their knowledge, a perfectly normal visit to their sister and her girlfriend.

“You really are trouble, you know that?” you teased Hela, leaning against the kitchen counter while you waited.

“What, am I going to be sent to Hel for being a bad girl?” Hela gave you a pointed look, followed by a quirk of her eyebrows, and you ignored it to the best of your abilities. You were not about to let her distract you right now.

As luck would have it, you were saved by the sound of a rhythmic knock at your door, and you glanced at Hela, making sure she was ready for… whatever exactly it was she had planned. She had been more than a little secretive as she’d gotten all the ghosty-dead-body-people hidden away in your room while you complained that they’d better not ruin anything while they were in there.

She gave you a single nod, smiling innocently, and you nodded, as well, before going over to the door and greeting her siblings. “Thor. Loki. So good to see you. Come in, Hela’s just inside.”

Thor gave you a warm-hearted smile, while Loki gave you a much more reserved nod, and they stepped inside as you held the door open, closing it behind them as you followed them.

“Sister, good to see you.” Thor wrapped Hela up in a tight hug, which she pretended to be disgusted by, but you knew she relished in the familial affection she’d been denied growing up. “Loki’s glad to see you, too. They’re just being quiet today.” He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Loki’s in a mood.”

You looked over at Loki just in time to see them roll their eyes dramatically. “I am not in a mood, brother, I simply am curious as to why our sister invited us over out of the blue.”

In amusement, you glanced back over at Hela, who was smiling in the most innocent way she could manage. “Can a sister not invite her siblings over to partake in the viewing of Halloween decorations without having an ulterior motive?”

You would have facepalmed, if it wouldn’t have put even more attention on the fact that Hela was very obviously hiding something. Instead, you decided to try to cut in and save face as much as possible, even though you weren’t entirely sure why you should. “Hela’s just really excited to celebrate her first Halloween, and couldn’t wait to show off all the decorating she helped with.” You smiled and nodded, and Thor grinned as well, clearly buying, while Loki only narrowed their eyes, clearly not buying it.

“Well, go on, then. Show off!” Thor turned to Hela, who only continued to smile, but you could see that familiar mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Of course. We’ll start here.” Hela gestured to the line of ghosts around the tv and began fabricating a story about them in such great detail that, you had to admit, gave your own Halloween setup a charm that it had lacked before. It was endearing, in a way, watching her give backstory and information about each and every ghost and decoration. You made a mental note to write some of it down, when you had the chance to later.

“But the truly amazing decorations are in here. We went all out,” Hela finished, stopping in front of the bedroom door. Loki opened their mouth to make what you were almost certain was going to be a semi-inappropriate quip regarding the decorations being in the bedroom, but Hela cut them off without a moment to spare. “Loki, do get your mind out of the gutter. It’s nothing quite like what you’re imagining. Go on, have a look.” She gestured broadly to the door, and Thor excitedly reached for the handle, grinning as he opened the door unexpectingly.

The next moment, a number of the ghosty-dead-body-people were streaming through the open door, running straight into Thor with such force that it knocked him to the ground. The response was almost immediate. Thor began to absolutely shriek in terror, making sounds so un-Thorlike that you had to cover your mouth immediately to stifle your giggles as you watched him try to claw his way out from under the pile of bodies.

Loki, on the other hand, looked neither amused nor frightened, instead only nodded along as Thor shrieked, clearly having expected something of this sort from the very beginning.

And Hela… Well, she was absolutely beside herself with her guffaws as she watched her poor brother cower in terror. You were mildly surprised that she didn’t have her phone out to record the whole ordeal.

The three of you let Thor to continue to freak out for a little while longer before Loki finally took pity on him and waved a hand, magicking away the spectres and leaving Hela to scowl at them.

“What’d you do that for?”

“He’s emotionally scarred as it is, don’t you think? Why ruin him even more?”

You and Hela both made a face of consideration at that, and then Hela nodded. “Fair enough.”

It was only then that you all seemed to notice that Thor was still mid-shriek, eyes squeezed closed, and you all three fell silent, waiting for him to realize that the threat was gone.

It took a solid further ten seconds before he seemed to catch on, and peeked an eye open, looking around the room.

“…phew. They’re gone. I fought them off.”

This time, all three of you lost it, while Thor looked on with a pout.

#Hela x reader #Hela Odinsdottir x reader #Hela #Hela Odinsdottir #Marvel #spooky #silly #shenanigans #feat. Thor #feat. Loki #anonymous #ask #answered #this is an Old ask #but I had fun writing it!#thank you for the prompt

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ossifer-bones · 1 year

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20 + chasefield (i think that's their ship name?) for the fic ask game!

i whipped this up in about an hour and i really had fun with it! alt timeline chasefield my beloved <3

“Don’t lie to me.”

Victoria feels her insides curdle at the words. It’s a two-tone feeling composed of the dread of being seen right through and that nervousness she always feels when she hears Maxine talk like that, words honeyed and dripping with smugness. Maxine is always like that around her, wearing the grin of someone who knows something you don’t. It’s infuriating.

She meets that familiar mocking smile on Maxine’s face with her signature annoyed glare that usually makes people shrink away from her. It’s a good attempt, but she knows right away that the heat she feels rising in her cheeks ruins the image. Something like that won’t just slip by Maxine's radar.

Maxine confirms her fears as she leans in closer, ignoring her expression, placing her hands on Victoria’s desk as she shrinks the distance between them, and drops her voice to a conspiratorial tone. “I actually think it’s cute that you care so much. It means you’re passionate.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Max—” Victoria relishes the brief flicker that mars the teasing smile, a small victory, the crack in that frustratingly pretty and freckled veneer—“because I couldn’t care less. It’s one contest.” She curls her lip. “If you think winning once is any sort of proof that you’re the better one out the two of us, then you’re dreaming.”

She doesn’t know why Maxine’s such a weirdo about getting her name shortened, but it’s the only weak spot that the girl has which she knows about. Victoria hates having to rely on it for that reason: using it is always a cheap shot, a fallback for when she has nothing else. Cutting words have always come easy to her but there’s something about Maxine that makes her falter, forcing her to either stay silent or risk stumbling over her words in front of the one person who’s unafraid of capitalising on the opportunity.

The flicker of annoyance passes and Maxine gets that fucking look on her face. That thing she does whenever she’s about to take a picture where she widens her eyes slightly and suddenly becomes so present, when the blue of her irises turns a striking shade and her gaze threatens to pierce through whatever she’s focused on. This time Victoria is the subject of her unadulterated attention, and there’s no camera in her hands to obscure the intensity of her expression.

“I never said I thought I was the better one, Tori.” She tilts her head and frowns, a crease forming between her eyebrows. Her voice takes on a new quality. She still sounds smug, unbearably so, but that ever present rasp makes itself known a lot more keenly and it is the exact opposite of what Victoria needs to hear right now. “If that’s what you’re really scared of… I could always partner up with you and show you a few techniques? You have a good eye for detail, but sometimes you miss out on giving your framing a little personal touch, you know?”

Fuck. She’s talking about photography. Don’t fucking go there, you perv.

“You know where to find me. Just drop by after classes today.” She pauses, uncomfortably close to Victoria, and her words take on an entirely new meaning when her voice drops even lower and becomes a breathy whisper that completely changes the mood of the conversation. “Consider it.”

Those two words ring in Victoria’s ears as Maxine walks away before she can muster a reply, and continue to do so for the rest of the lesson. And the next.

Consider it.

They’re on her mind when she knocks on Maxine’s door, two hours after the last class of the day, and gets pulled inside by her wrist. She learns a few things that night, none of which involve using a camera.

It still doesn't feel like a victory.

prompt list here! feel free to send me one

#chasefield #victoria chase #max caulfield #life is strange #writing prompt #my writing #also melo i'm legit curious if this is the ship you intended lmao #thank you for the prompt

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humaforever · 10 months

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I want to sit on their lap and feed them grapes.

(also Huma, obviously. Harry is talking about Uma)

Obviously their crew is involved, because I love them

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One lunch. That's all they wanted. One normal lunch.

But alas, Harry would not allow that, so the crew of the Lost Revenge would just have to suffer.

"Look at her Gil" Harry sighed dreamily

Gil glanced up in the direction that Harry was so intently staring at and found that Uma was talking to that Audrey girl. She seemed to be telling a story as she absently indulged on a fruit cup.

"I see her" Gil said, not paying much attention as his main focus was on his food

"Do you? Do you really? Because you don't seem to be admiring her beauty the way you should" Harry said

"I'll leave that to you Harry. Besides, she doesn't look any different than she did when she was sitting with us two minutes ago." Gil said

"It doesn't matter" Harry gripped Gil's arm "She got a new outfit, did ya see that?"

"Yes Harry, I've been with her all day" Gil said

"Do you see how pretty she looks in it!?" Harry said

"Yes Harry" Gil said flatly

Harry sighed as he dramatically laid half of his body on the table "Gods I just want to sit on her lap and feed her those grapes she's eating"

"YOU WANT TO WHAT!?" Jonas suddenly exclaimed, he had been avoiding the conversation before but he could no longer do that

Harry raised his brow at the other boy "You heard me"

"You are sick, you know that?" Jonas said pointing a fork at Harry

"I'll tell you when I find a fuck to give" Harry said

"It's just crazy to me that you would say that when you know there's children around" Bonny shook her head

"Children?" Harry questioned, as far as he was concerned there were no young children in sight

"Desiree, Harry. You know she's just a baby" Bonny said

"Fuck you!" Desiree exclaimed "I'm older than you!"

"Babies aren't allowed to say fuck" Gonzo told Desiree

"Forget the child, he said that right in front of my salad" Jonas said

Gil rolled his eyes "Here we go again with the salad"

"I'm starting to think that Jonas is more romantically involved with this salad than Harry is with Uma" Bonny said

"Not possible " Harry said "No one has ever been more romantically involved with anything or anyone than I am with Uma"

"Gag me with a knife" Gonzo muttered

"My salad is still present!" Jonas cried

"Fuck you and your salad Jonas" Harry said "I'll straddle Uma and feed her your god damn salad"

Jonas gasped

Desiree hit her head against Bonny's shoulder "I think I'm gonna puke"

"Didn't you ever learn about, I don't know, decency, privacy?" Bonny asked Harry

"No, and neither did you so I don't want to hear about it" Harry said

"Everyone around us can hear you Harry" Gil said

"Good, they need to know that I'm Uma's" Harry said

"Trust me, they know" Gonzo said

"I think that message was clear when she pinned you against the wall during the first day of class" Desiree said

Harry smiled widely "That was fun"

"Well, as long as you're having fun" Bonny said dryly

"As long as Uma's having fun" Harry clarified

Jonas chuckled "Man you are down so bad"

"Sounds like a compliment" Harry said "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go feed my girl a grape" he said as he got up and left the table

"At least that's over" Gil said as he watched Harry saddle up next to Uma

There was a moment of silence

"...I wanna feed Uma a grape" Desiree spoke

"Oh God, he's influenced the children!" Bonny cried

Jonas took Desiree's face in his hands "I know your feble young mind doesn't understand yet but this is not the path you want to take! Des we can't deal with another one!"

"Shut up. And get your hands off of me!" Desiree said slapping Jonas' hands

Gil and Gonzo shared an exasperated glance.

Who were they kidding, this crew would never catch a break from themselves.

#thank you for the prompt #huma #lost revenge crew #fanfiction

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cauldron-of-oddities · 9 days

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Many birds, including owls and crows, have better vision than humans. Very useful when you're out looking for spare parts, or when you want to find a cool trinket to gift to your love friend.

Love the idea of Powder flying about looking for a perfect gift, afterall gift giving it is one of her love languages.

Summary Powder sets out to find a perfect thank-you gift with her newly enhanced sight. She finds it, and she and Ekko have their first date outing after her birthday.

I spy with my little eye

She sees things just a little differently as a crow. It's all just a bit brighter, a bit more colourful (which she loves), and a bit sharper. actually much sharper. And she thinks finally now she has an up in finding all the good things.

Perched in the Entresol. A mix of Zaunites and those few ‘brave’ and ‘adventurous’ pilties who would come down to see the sights or do ‘business’ walk by. The first came in two sorts, generally the ‘oh how novel’ and ‘look at what I dare’ in the sunken city of birds, and the second usually greed driven, their fancy coats did not make up for that.

How the Pilties never realised many of the birds of Zaun were actually its people continued to amaze her. She cackled, spooking someone passing by. Oh yeah, being a crow meant she could mimic sounds. Thus far, it had been a right hoot. Speaking of hoot, she was on a mission.

Gift. Ekko. Now what? Would he like it? She thanked the stars that the birds couldn't blush. She was still feeling all fuzzy. His words from her birthday happily bounced in her mind, leaving her wondering just how she could share how that had made her feel. How it made her feel like a swarm of sparrows wanted to escape her, how it had left her warm. How thankful she was, how she lo…liked him. He gave her the most wonderful things both in objects and words, and she really wanted to return the gesture, so that was what she would do.

Looking down at the streets again, she thought there was one thing those obtuse pilties were good for, namely dropping things. The value of the object really didn't seem to matter to them. Or it mattered way too much. With that, she scans her potential victims.

There! Something glints, not on a person or one of the stalls but on one of the piles of discarded mechanical pieces. It's piled high, and most wouldn't be able to pick anything useful out. But there in the pile is something blue, really, really blue. Blue, which she saw so much better these days.

Buried under all sorts of scrap metal was a little container holding something that was sparkling blue.

With her beak and small talons, she carefully removed pieces of scrap until a small metal and glass container, holding a shard of blue crystal, appeared. It buzzed with energy. Could it be something to power their projects? A battery? It was pretty, probably useful. It was perfect.

“Hey there, nice birdy, hold still birdy.” She hears from behind her. There's a rather tall and boring looking pilty creeping up to her.

Who did this jock think he was? And was he reaching for her hard sought gift? With an angry cawing and pecking at this dullard's too large hands, she quickly picks up the little vessel in her talons and flies away.

In the distance, she thought she heard a dismayed “Shit! My test shard” Well, tough, it was on the discard pile. It was fair game.

Up in the air, she wondered what to do. She has her gift. Should she go wrap it? She's close to Benzo's shop, though, and she's way too excited by the potential of what she found. Lost for a moment, she gets caught off guard by a gust of wind and tumbles down. Luckily, not far enough to do damage, she shifts as she hits the roof of Benzo's shop.

“Hi Pow!” Ekko's suddenly in front of her, and of course, she looks like she'd been through a turbine. To distract from her mortification, she shoves the little bright container to him.

“Here!"

“Wow, what is it?”

“No idea, but it has some sort of energy in it, a battery maybe and it's pretty and you like blue and I thought um, it's for you.” Could she get any more awkward, rushing out her reply like that? She peaks up at him.

Why does he look bashful now? “Thanks Pow” His voice is soft and pleased. He's quiet for a moment before a grin splits his face.

“Want to get a bite at Jericho's and brainstorm?” He asks.

She scraped enough of her senses together to enthusiastically nod.

Jericho greets them and sets them in a corner with a small plate of snacks. Powder thinks they must have been sitting there for hours, their heads close together throwing ideas about what the pretty crystal could be, about how to use the energy it clearly could make. “You should see it with your owl eyes. It'll be spectacularly glowly then.” she tells him.

Too soon, it's dark and getting cooler, and their ideas start to slow. A breeze passed, and she rubbed her arms as a shiver ran through her. She's not ready for today to end. It's too much fun, and she will not give in to being a little chilled. “Here.” is all she hears as warmth enveloped her. She realises Ekko had slipped his hoodie over her. Before she realised it, she nuzzled into it. He holds his hand out to her. "Come on, I'll walk you home."

He walks her back to the Last Drop. Ekko pocketed his gift in his pouch and wrapped in a scrap of fabric, and took her hand. That was nice. Almost home, he squeezed his hand around hers and told her thanks for the gift. She really feels fluttery now and really doesn't want to let go, but suddenly she's home and her hand is instantly cold when he lets go.

Powder kicks her toes a few times and bites her lip. It feels wrong to just say bye and go inside. When she looks up at him, an impulse takes her. She leans up and kisses him on the cheek. “Bye” she rushes out and runs inside past a bemused Vander at the bar and down the stairs to her bed before she can burst into flames.

It was late but not late enough for the others to be sleeping. Luckily, the bedroom seemed to be empty. Alas, it was not.

“Soooooo, how was your date?” Eying her little sister's red face cuddling up in what had to be Ekko's hoodie.

“It wasn't a date!” How she wished it was.

“I just wanted to say thank you…” her voice sounded bashful even to her own ears.

“Sure looked like a date from where I was perched.”

“Wait! Were you spying on me!?”

“What can I say, Powpow you need to start looking a bit further.”

With that, Powder launched herself at her sister with a pillow.

Outside with burning ears and a delighted grin, Ekko stands for a moment, fingers running over his cheek. It seemed he would need to up his game if this was the result.

#timebomb #ekko x jinx #the owl and the crow #ekkojinx #powder is learning her feelings #thank you for the prompt #the potential was too cute #birds can apparently also see ultraviolet

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ariadne-mouse · 1 year

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Prompt: aftermath of the M9 New Year’s party?

#i'm back home with my tablet and had fun with this!#perspective is all over but yolo lol #thank you for the prompt #op #asks #ariadne draws CR

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jencsi · 1 month

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hi this prompt? grabbing each other's hands in crowds or when crossing the street to "be safe"

with finn taking dbs hand so he doesn't get lost 😌

The downtown district is jam packed with people. She feels trapped, claustrophobic, like sardines, the fish smell from the harbor nearby fits her mental metaphor perfectly. This shouldn’t surprise her, almost ten years in Seattle, she should be used to crowds and fish. But in the midst of working a difficult case that forced her and Russell to the busiest part of the city at the busiest time, she seemed to forget just how chaotic the place could be.

Skyscrapers, businesses, restaurants, venues, lawyers offices and shopping areas made up the majority of this space. The concrete was slick from yet another rainy season and herwork approved, weather friendly boots make silly squeaky noises when they rub together as she walks. The feel of strangers clumsily bumping into her is making this entire ordeal worse. She tries to hide her scoffs of annoyance but the overwhelming urge to push people back is growing.

In her moment of discomfort, she realizes he's missing. Or at least he's not close to her the way he was moments ago when they first started this hazardous journey through the crowd. She's grown accustomed to his presence at crime scenes, towering over her or hovering beside, not necessarily protective but familiar, routine, like a shadow, something she always expected to be there. Instead she feels a rush in her chest, uncomfortable, worse than the feel of the crowd pressing in upon her. Getting lost here would be inadvisable for anyone, no matter how long she's lived and navigated this area.

She would like to call it a natural response to her situation, reaching down, then behind her, finding his hand and latching on, the only tangible way she could tell he was still with her without whipping her head around in a panicked frenzy. The moment her hand grabbed hold of his, she felt the constricting feeling in her chest loosen, replaced with brief relief and a mild flush of embarrassment. Was she really acting like some lost child searching for a parent in a mall or crowded place? That moment of weakness, of reverting back to some bizarre childhood fear made her cringe at her own error. But when he kept hold of her hand rather than drop it or shake it away like she anticipated, she realized he felt the same sense or urgency she did.

When they finally broke through the crowd and reached the safety of their parked SUV, she swung around and faced him, dropping her hand from his, missing the warmth and contact immediately and regretting her decision. She mumbled a hasty apology to which he shrugged, patted her shoulder and made his way to the driver's side of the SUV, mutual understanding reached in silence.

#finn and russell #seattle days #thank you for the prompt #they cute

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fandomn00blr · 1 year

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“a rough, but sparkling thing” for merrill and Isabela?

Ahhhhh! Thank you!!! It's been too long since I've written any merribela, and this prompt is so nice for them! Mostly, because I think Merrill would be really into rocks and stuff. Lol. IDK...anyway, Fenris snuck in here, too!

"What…is it?" Isabela asks, suspiciously eyeing the large boulder sitting in the middle of Merrill’s tiny apartment that she’s been summoned to see.

"It's a geode!” Merrill exclaims.

“Hmm…” Isabela tilts her head. "Looks like a rock."

"Yes! Isn't it exciting?"

"Er…"

"I found it in the mines with Hawke and Fenris and they helped me bring it home so I could show you!”

"You were in the mines with Fenris? And he agreed to drag this ro – er, geode…all the way home for you?"

"And you. He agreed with me when I said that you would love it."

"Oh he did, did he?"

Merrill nods enthusiastically, but Isabela can't help but feel as though Fenris has done this out of spite. Hawke, bless her, can't be blamed for doing whatever Merrill asks of her, but Fenris…well, he did seem a bit put out when she told him he didn't need her 'tutoring' sessions anymore and that he seemed ready to go out into the world and fuck whomever he really fancied (namely, Anders before the two of them ended up murdering each other instead). Perhaps the giant rock placed in the middle of Merrill's apartment was meant as a 'fuck you for perceiving me’ sort of thing. Though it’d be a bit cruel, even for him, to involve Merrill in it.

“I have a spell that ought to do it…” Merrill mutters, like she’s rummaging through a catalog of the blasted things. It never ceases to amaze her how much the little elf can cram into that adorable brain of hers. “...ready?”

Isabela nods, bracing herself, as Merrill raises her staff and makes the cutest little concentration face, which Isabela has come to learn usually precedes a particularly terrifying demonstration of her power. She clenches her jaw as she feels all the energy around them being channeled…somewhere else. There's a flash of light and a sickening crack. Then a boom outside somewhere high overhead and Isabela tries to breathe and relax all the muscles in her body before Merrill can get any inkling of how on edge her magic sometimes makes her feel. She doesn’t want to hurt her feelings. She trusts Merrill. She knows she would never do anything to harm her on purpose, but…

Merrill kicks at the giant rock, and then waits expectantly, but nothing happens. She balls her fists up together and hits it with an inelegant grunt that makes Isabela’s stomach flutter for some reason (probably still just the aftershocks of the magic). When nothing happens again, she turns back to Isabela with a sort of panicked look and asks, “A little help, please?”

So Isabela kicks at the rock, too. Maybe this is the point. Some exercise in futility?

Merrill’s panic turns to laughter, then. "Perhaps if you used your dagger?"

"I’m good, but I don't think I can stab a rock, Kitten."

"Nooo…” She giggles. “I mean…to help pry it apart?"

Isabela looks more closely at the thing and finally notices the delicate crack running right through the middle of it.

"Ohhhh! Like a clam shell?"

Merrill nods excitedly. "Yes!"

"Ok…let’s see, then…" Isabela pulls out the sturdier of her two daggers and slides the tip of it into the crack. She has to brace herself against the wall in order to get enough leverage to pry the two halves of the boulder apart without bending her blade, but when they finally separate, Merrill gasps and Isabela has to blink a few times to adjust to the dazzling thing she's just revealed inside this big stupid rock.

It turns out to be mostly hollow, and lined with beautiful deep purple crystals that catch the warm light from the low, flickering candles and reflect it off every facet, twinkling in every direction and filling Merrill’s apartment with a gorgeous, otherworldly, velvety glow.

"Oh fuck you, Fenris!" she laughs. Because he’s not there to see her feeling suddenly so ‘perceived.’

"Don't be mad at him!” Merrill exclaims. “We’ve been having tea, and we…well I…I know you two are close, but he told me you aren't really like that…and so, I was thinking…”

"Oh, Kitten! Is this — this gorgeous sparkling rock…thingie…”

"I believe it’s an amethyst geode. I wasn’t certain until we opened it up, but…”

"Yes, that — are you trying to seduce me with it? Because it's working!"

"I just thought you'd like it." Merrill shrugs.

"I do. Thank you…I love it!"

“Oh, good!” She is practically vibrating now with relief. "I realize now that the message might come across a bit muddled…but it reminded me of you because, well, you've been through a lot. Like this geode…" She pats the rocky surface of the half closest to her with affection, and Isabela thinks she might also like to be cracked open and patted affectionately like that, too. Some other time, perhaps…

"Rough and boring on the outside, eh?" She chooses more deflective innuendo instead. Not that any of her usual defenses seem to work on Merrill, anyway.

"Oh no! Not at all…I think you're quite interesting and beautiful on the outside, too!" Merrill blushes. "I mean, you are very strong! And I like that about you…" Merrill’s eyes glance over Isabela’s arms and she feels that fluttering sensation in her guts again. Nope. Probably not just the magic. Seriously…fuck you, Fenris!

“...is my point. I think?” Merrill blinks up at her.

"I was kidding, sweet thing…I really do love it."

"And I really like when you let me see your sparkly insides, too!" Merrill blushes even harder, the bright pink flush creeping all the way down her neck now. "Oh, creators…” she groans. “That came out all wrong!"

"Not at all..." Isabela gathers Merrill up in her arms and squeezes her in tight against her.

"Well, and so…that's all, really,” she says directly into Isabela’s chest.

“That’s all, hm?”

“Yeah. Unless…” Merrill pulls away a little to look up at her, smiling. There’s a surprising hint of mischief in her face now.

“Unless what?”

“Were you being serious about the seduction thing?”

#dragon age #birthentine's #birthentine's prompts #merribela #merrill #isabela #fenris too sorta!#amethyst (cuz it's my birthstone and it's purple and and and...)#thank you for the prompt #this brought me some much-needed joy in writing

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