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littledovesnow · 5 months

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vows

the wedding vows <3

word count: idk like 1k i think??

a/n: i cried writing this lol, also didn't proof this at all

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“Are you nervous?” You asked, sitting in the bridal suite with your newly minted husband, who kept spinning his new ring adorning his finger.

Shaking his head, he smiled up at you. “Not at all, gorgeous. Are you nervous? I’ve seen you ruminating over the vows since I got down on my knee.”

You felt your cheeks flush, sitting next to Coriolanus on the plush couch. This short period of time is something you and Coriolanus said was a necessity in this special day, wanting time to share vows and have a moment alone before all of the excitement and partying at the reception.

“I’m not entirely too sure if it’s nerves or excitement.” You admitted, fiddling with a loose string on the couch. “I feel like my vows are going to be so terrible, worse than any paper I had in school.”

Coriolanus frowned, squeezing your hand to get your attention. “I’m sure they’re wonderful.”

You gnawed on your lower lip, an awful habit you had developed in your teen years. “Do- do you want me to go first?”

“It’s up to you, my love.” Coriolanus murmured, not wanting to pressure you into anything, something you were so grateful he did.

“I think, I think I want you to go first.”

Nodding, Coriolanus pulled out the crumpled paper, eliciting a quiet laugh from you.

“Don’t laugh, my love is written on this paper.”

You held your hands up, your heart already swelling with love at the sight of the blonde man, who seemed just like the lanky acne-faced classmate you met all those years ago.

Clearing his throat, Coriolanus looked down at the paper for a moment, before saying your name in the velvety-smooth voice he used only when he was with you.

“I feel like I can conquer the world when you’re next to me, the love and strength you show is one of my favorite things about you. From when we were assigned lab partners, to mentoring at the Hunger Games, to being granted internships at the Citadel, you’ve always been the light I’m drawn to as a moth is to a flame. Thank you for loving me in my weakest times, for loving me when I was undeserving, I know that I’m not the easiest person to love. Thank you for always helping me be the best version of myself, for being the sole voice of reason in the echo chamber that is my life.”

You sniffled, Coriolanus glancing up at you with a soft smile before continuing his vows.

“From when you first came into my life, and didn’t bat an eye at my upbringing, my home, my family, I knew you were the one who would become my other half. You always treat Grandma’am and Tigris with the respect and love they deserve, for that I owe you my life. I vow to always put you first, I vow to keep you out of harm’s way, and I vow to be the best husband I can be. I vow to be the best father I can be, when the times comes, and I know you’ll be the world’s most amazing mother. I vow to love you without any reservations, to always be the reason for your gorgeous smile. I love you, my love.”

You were full-on crying when Coriolanus ended his vows, and he quickly exchanged the paper for the cloth napkins on the table, picking up the one that already had mascara stains on it from earlier.

“I love you, too, Coryo.” You mumbled, scooting over on the couch to hug your husband. “I love you so much.”

You two had a small moment of peace, before you sniffled and sat up, preparing yourself for your own vows.

Coriolanus gave your knee an encouraging squeeze, knowing you weren’t a fan of speeches in general, whether they be in front of large audiences or family friends.

“Coryo,” you started, knowing he wasn’t the biggest fan of when you said his full name, but you knew he would never react harshly to you. “From the day we first met, I felt like a magnet drawn to you. You wanted nothing to do with me, but I was determined to break you, to see the real you under the tough, serious exterior you’ve built up. And I am so glad I did, so glad I got to meet the real you, the Coryo who will laugh at my corny jokes, who will never complain when I steal the comforter in bed, who will take a bullet for me. You understand me, see me, accept me in a way that no one has before, you are truly my best friend, and I feel like the world’s luckiest woman to be able to call you my husband. I vow to always be your confidante, your partner-in-crime. I vow to have the patience that love demands, to always listen before reacting, to give you my whole heart. You are my person, my lover, my life, today, tomorrow, forever. I love you, Coriolanus Snow, you hold the key to my heart.”

Coriolanus’ eyes were glistening when you looked up from your paper, and you just barely saw his lip quivering.

“Do you mean that?” He asked softly, not wanting to break the serene moment.

Nodding, you gave him a watery smile, a fresh wave of tears spilling onto your cheeks. “Of course I mean it, you goon.”

Coriolanus pulled you up, wanting to properly hug you, inhaling the fresh vanilla and chai from your shampoo. “You are the reason my heart beats.”

“As are you, Coryo,” you replied, smiling as his lips met yours.

“Now, let’s give the Capitol the wedding reception of their lives.” You laced your fingers with Coriolanus’, his wedding band cool on your own fingers.

“After you, Mrs. Snow.” Coriolanus smiled, eyes glinting with hunger as he called you by your new surname for the first time.

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a/n: okay you're all so lucky this was requested i saved you form angst like coryo saved lucy gray

but for real there's some good angst coming in the new year

#coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus x you #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus snow #hunger games tbosas #hunger games x reader #hunger games imagine

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skalfy · 4 months

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A Poorly Planned Escape

Misa x Reader, ~2k words, part 1/?

hey so I wrote this and I thought why not post it. I've started writing the next part already, so I'll probably post that as well if there is any interest. It didn't start out as being about Misa, but I got partway in and thought "yeah that's definitely about Misa" so here we are. Don't be confused by María, it should become clear that it's misa, not one of the other marías lol. Also my spanish is limited to two semesters several years ago in college, so all dialogue is written in english, but in my mind they are speaking spanish.

I've written things before, but not like this and not posted, so apologies in advance for things like messed up formatting. Also not proofread, but such is life. Enjoy!

no smut, but some general descriptions of people hooking up

You weren’t sure what you had been expecting as shouldered your way into your flat, hands full of leftovers your mum had insisted you take back for Alma, your girlfriend. Probably her form on the sofa, tv bright with one of the Spanish reality shows she preferred. Maybe even a dark, quiet room if Alma was out with her friends, something she seemed increasingly inclined toward the last few months. You certainly weren’t prepared for the sight that did greet you.

Your girlfriend was draped rather artfully across the plush sofa, head thrown back and eyes shut, a position not unfamiliar to you. In fact, the only thing really unfamiliar at all was the stranger who knelt between your girlfriend’s legs. Her smooth, broad shoulders and bowed head obscured the rather intimate details of what was taking place, but between the sounds and the way Alma’s fingers were gripping the stranger’s dark hair, it wasn’t hard to guess. You were frozen in the doorway, watching the ripple of muscle under tan skin as she slid her palms up to your girlfriend’s hips to hold her down, pressing her firmly into the couch. You wondered for a moment what hands that big might feel like against your own hips, shaking your head suddenly when you realized the absurdity of that thought.

After a deep breath to compose yourself, you kicked your heel firmly back into the door, slamming it shut behind you. Both bodies stilled, but it only took a moment before Alma’s head snapped up and her eyes met yours. You turned away, willing your shoulders to stay down and relaxed as you walked to the refrigerator.

“Sorry to interrupt, but my parents say hello. I’m putting the leftovers from dinner in the fridge, please have some. I’m sure you’ve worked up an appetite.” You said, back still turned and only a slight waver in your voice. “I think I’ll head out and stay with one of the girls tonight, just need to grab a few things.” Alma didn’t reply.

As you walked into your shared bedroom, you heard a soft voice ask “your roommate?” Alma didn’t reply to that either.

When you emerged a few minutes later, overnight bag over your shoulder, only Alma sat on the sofa. She had clothes on now, shorts she must have been wearing before and a hoodie of yours that had been across the back of one of the sitting room chairs. You resisted the urge to snap at her to take it off.

“I just don’t understand, Alma. I know things haven’t been great, but why didn’t you just say something?” Even as you spoke you knew it didn’t really matter. There was no going back from this and you didn’t need your feelings hurt by whatever reasons she gave. You sighed and turned toward the door again. “I’ll call you to sort things out once I’ve calmed down.”

You thought she wouldn’t say anything at all, but as your hand grasped the doorknob, she finally spoke, “Are we done?”

“Yeah, Alma, I think we are.” You pulled the door open and left.

When the elevator doors opened at the ground floor of your building, you were surprised to see a familiar figure. She was fully clothed now, but the broad shoulders and thick, wavy hair were unmistakable to you. She half turned as you stepped into the lobby, dark eyes meeting yours. You expected her to look away, but instead she held the eye contact. She was striking--beautiful, but intimidating, all heavy eyebrows and unreadable expression.

“I’m sorry.” She said, still not looking away.

“Did you know she had a girlfriend?” You asked.

“No.” She shook her head.

“Then it wasn’t your fault.” You gave a half smile. “I thought you might be trying to escape my wrath, but it looks like you didn’t get far.”

At this she finally looked away, shrugging a little uncomfortably as she answered, “My phone is dead, and I-- well, I’m still figuring the escape out.”

“I can give you a ride home.” You spoke without thinking, regretting it when the silence stretched afterwards. “I’m leaving anyway, and I promise I won’t try to kill you or anything.”

“If you’re sure, I’d really appreciate it.” She said, a smile breaking across her face, “I wouldn’t blame you if you tried to kill me just a little bit, though.”

For a moment, all you could do was stare at her face. The bright smile had turned it from intimidating to adorable, and you were having a difficult time collecting your thoughts with those particularly lethal dimples shining at you. You flashed her a soft smile of your own and gestured to the door.

“Come on then, follow me.”

Once the two of you were seated in your car, you plugged her address into the nav, then scrounged up a charging cable and passed that over to her. Fortunately, her home was near the friend you intended to crash with, so your extra passenger hardly took you out of your way at all. You sent a quick text to your friend letting her know you’d be at her place in around 30 minutes, then put your phone down and backed out of your spot.

The first couple minutes on the road were quiet, just the muffled sound from the city around you mixed with the playlist you’d started and turned down to play quietly. As you sat at a traffic light, you turned for a moment to the woman sitting next to you.

“You know, we haven’t actually introduced ourselves.” You told her your name, then held out your hand for a handshake with mock seriousness. She grasped your hand firmly, mirroring your serious expression and replied,

“I’m María, it’s nice to meet you.”

That opened up the conversation, and the two of you began to chat. It was mostly surface level, but you found yourself actually enjoying it. María was witty and interesting, but most of all she seemed to truly want to listen what you had to say. She was impressed when you described how you had moved to Madrid from London for work right out of uni, explaining that she had at times considered leaving Spain for her own job, but had worried about unfamiliar places and languages. She understood what it was like to live a plane ride away from family, with her parents back in Tenerife. You were happy to ply her with questions about her beautiful homeland, mentally planning a trip there after hearing about the gorgeous beaches and scenery. It wasn’t until María asked her next question that you realized there was a new predicament you were in.

“I think you mentioned dinner with your parents, are they visiting?”

“Yeah,” you replied, “they are here for a week, along with my sister and her husband and their daughter. They aren’t really here to visit me, but it’s a nice bonus. I’m actually taking my niece to-- oh fuck!” You cut yourself off with the exclamation.

“What, what’s wrong?” María asked, startled.

“I was supposed to take my niece to a football game this weekend, she is a huge Real Madrid fan, loves women’s footy. Except I’m now realizing this is a mess, because the only way I could get tickets was a favor from Alma. Her company has a box, and I begged her to get two seats for Luisa and I, but now even if she still lets me use them there’s no way we can sit with all my ex-girlfriend’s coworkers. If I know her at all then at least half of them will have heard all about this by lunch tomorrow, and I don’t think I want my eleven year old niece there to find out how much of the truth she tells.” Your eyes suddenly stung as you tried to take a deep breath. “Sorry, I just realized I’m not sure I can take getting cheated on and being a shitty aunt all in one week.”

“Please don’t apologise for being upset, clearly the only person in this car who should be allowed to say sorry is me.” You managed a sniffle and a small smile at her words. “Also, I definitely can’t fix the first part,” this caught you off guard and you couldn’t stifle a surprised snort, “but I think I can help with the second.”

“María it’s okay, you don’t owe me anything. Plus the game has been sold out for weeks, it’s El Clásico, I already tried to buy tickets before I asked Alma in the first place.” You could feel your voice wavering and fought against the tears. María was quiet in the seat next to you as you pulled up outside her building. You shifted into first and turned the car off, then felt a hesitant hand cover yours on the gearstick.

“I can get you two tickets if you want them, I promise. I work for Real Madrid and there are tickets set aside for us.” She sounded almost desperate.

“I can’t ask you to do that--” you started, then she cut you off.

“I wouldn’t have used them anyway! Please let me do this.” You looked at the big hand on yours, then up at her face. “Not for you, but for an eleven year old girl who loves women’s football.” She had you there and she knew it.

“Yes. Yes, fine!” You smiled at her. “Thank you, María.”

She smiled back at you, then lifted her hand from yours, reaching it up to thumb away the rebellious tear that had made it onto your cheek. You acted on instinct and reached both of your arms out to her shoulders, pulling her into an awkward hug across the car’s center console. She didn’t seem to mind the uncoordinated attempt, accepting it with grace and tucking your head neatly into her shoulder. As she held you there, the most ridiculous thought of the night crossed your mind. Why had Alma cheated on you with María? She wasn’t Alma’s type at all, she was yours.

The two of you separated after another moment, and María pulled her phone out.

“Can you text yourself so I have your number? That way I can let you know where to go to pick the tickets up.” You nodded and did as instructed, sending yourself her name, then replying with yours so neither of you would have any trouble identifying the new number.

“Please let me know if I owe you anything. I know you said the tickets are set aside, but if they cost you then please let me at least cover that.” You got the sense that she would be the type to not mention that if it were the case.

“They normally don’t charge me anything, but I promise I’ll tell you if they do.” She met your eyes and winked-- whether that meant she was trying to reassure you or just that she wasn’t going to make you pay either way you weren’t sure, but you let it go. “One more thing, does Luisa have a favorite player? No guarantees, but I might be able to leave something for her with the ticket agent. The players are usually happy to do something like that.”

“Only if it’s no trouble.” You leveled her with a glare. “She’s always on about Hayley Raso and Linda Caicedo, so either of them’s probably a safe bet.”

“Only if it’s no trouble.” She agreed, with what she must have thought was an innocent expression on her face.

“Please get out of my car before you offer to do anything else for Luisa that will leave me severely in your debt.” You pointed out toward her flat then made a shooing motion with your hand. She huffed out a chuckle then opened her door.

“Thank you for the ride… and for not killing me when you had the chance. Look out for my text!”

With that she hopped out and shut the car door. You watched as she walked up to the building entrance, turned and waved, then stepped inside. After a deep breath, you turned your car back on and drove the last few minutes to your friend’s house.

#woso x reader #misa rodriguez x reader #woso fanfics #woso #woso community #woso imagine

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minustwofingers · 1 year

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exoplanet p. 4.0

note: p4 has been officially split in half!! part 4.5 coming soon!

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader (rlly fem like you are v girly)

summary: you’ve won the life lottery as one of the few people on earth with parents who gained admittance to the most prestigous safezone in the world after the outbreak. but after a lab accident sends you out to jackson, wyoming, real life hits you fast. it’s a good thing that a hot lesbian finds u. (lol). mean ellie at first, slowburn, enemies to friends to lovers, fem reader asf

warnings: smut! read at your own risk! angst, miscommunication, ellie is still an asshole. explicit language. reader is a nervous wreck and overthinks like crazy

a/n: first of all i’m so sorry for making u guys wait! i was thinking about just holding out until i had the entirety of this part done, but part 3′s cliffhanger was brutal and i couldn’t make you guys wait any longer. some notes: this will ultimately be a hea! i promise! that being said, ellie is kind of awful in this part and i promise this will all be explained and resolved in the coming part(s)—there’s a reason why she’s being so silly goofy! (also this is the first time i’ve ever written smut so i’m sorry if it’s not that good Lfdjaklfjds)

wc: 4.7k

here’s a playlist inspired by exoplanet!

part 1

part 2

part 3

tags! @prettyplant0 @666findgod @sawaagyapong @rystarkov @buzzybuzzsposts @addisonnie @galacticstxrdust @parkersmyth @pinkazelma

@ariianelle @lu002 @blairfox04 @sparkleswonderland

“Come here, then.”

You froze as her words processed in your head. You hadn’t expected her to react positively. She wasn’t supposed to react like that. She was supposed to awkwardly scratch the back of her neck and tell you that, wow, that was really sweet, but she wasn’t really ready for anything, and you weren’t really her type. Except that was the Terranovian way to reject someone. Maybe it would’ve been a more realistic expectation to assume that Ellie would laugh at you, or maybe tell you to fuck off.

She wasn’t supposed to tell you to come closer.

But she was waiting for you now, so you pushed the thoughts aside and shifted your weight forward, pulling your legs under you so you were balancing on your knees.

You hovered over her, the heels of your palms growing numb from holding you up.

“Do you need a written invitation or something?” she said once you’d stared down at her for a little too long. Her voice was softer, with a teasing edge.

“Don’t be mean,” you said, blushing wildly. “I’m getting my nerve up. Give me a minute.”

“You’re the weirdest girl I’ve ever met.”

“And you’re being remarkably unhelpful.” You weren’t sure why she was making you do all the work. You were getting steadily more flustered, your pulse rising and your heart crawling into your throat the longer you looked down at her.

She liked that, you realized with a start. She liked seeing you turn into a nervous wreck because of her, even if it meant waiting.

“Change your mind or something?”

You shook your head.

“So come kiss me.” It was barely a whisper, so quiet that you wouldn’t have heard it had you not been leaning over her.

One of her hands shakily raised to brush a rogue piece of your hair behind your ear. Her touch lingered. Her fingers opened to glide through your hair, halting at the nape of your neck.

You shut your eyes and dipped your head.

It was an innocent, tiny kiss, your closed lips barely brushing before you pulled back to gauge her reaction.

But before you could fully open your eyes, the hand that was cradling your neck pulled you back down.

It was like a dam had broken. Your nervousness and anxiety about what you were doing—kissing your friend—faded into the background as your thoughts instead turned to the fingers tangled into your hair and the wet heat of her mouth against yours.

Your hand splayed out on the pillow next to her head, balancing you as you dipped lower, tilted your head, and let her pry your lips open. The hand that wasn’t threaded through your hair slid up your shirt, running up your back and coming to rest between your shoulder blades, a pleasant, warm weight.

Slowly, you pressed into your hands and tried to maneuver your legs so that you were straddling her instead of doing that goofy kneeling position at her side, but one of your arms gave out and you pitched forward, accidentally knocking her teeth with yours.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, pulling away and feeling horrified as you sat back on her thighs.

Ellie just laughed. “It’s fine. That was pretty ambitious of you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your arms are scrawny,” she said matter-of-factly. “I didn’t think you were going to last long up there anyway. No offense.”

“You don’t get to just say the foulest things to me and expect me not to be mad because you threw in a ‘no offense’,” you retorted. “And, for the record, my arms aren’t scrawny. I’m just genetically predisposed to be lean and have low muscle mass.”

“Just—shut up,” she said. “Don’t you ever say something like ‘genetically predisposed’ in my bed again. That’s so stupid.”

“You’re—”

She cut you off. “You can tell me all about how mean I am to you later. Now switch with me.”

She flicked your elbow to emphasize her point, extracting her hand from under your shirt as she waited for you to get off her and lie down on the pillow.

You frowned as you flopped onto your back, feeling like you’d been demoted. You would have been fine. You could have done it—maybe not for long, but for a bit. You’d done it before. Fuck this shit. Also, if this was going the way you thought it was, you wanted to go first, not her.

But your frustration didn’t last for long, as when Ellie straddled you, gathered you up, and kissed you again, your mind went completely blank.

Things felt a little different with Ellie on top—like you were moving with more direction. Your kisses had long since turned sloppy, your hands twisted in the back of her shirt as you pulled her closer, closer, trying to drink her in.

The tips of her fingers were calloused, pleasantly rough against your skin as one hand ran up and down your side, careful to avoid the stitches.

You heard her shift, but given that your eyes were closed and her tongue was in your mouth, you didn't bother to consider why. Then a hand wrapped around the non-stitched side of your waist and pulled you down the mattress until something hit the apex of your thighs, and you couldn’t stop that gasp that left your mouth.

The knee thing. Oh, my god, the knee thing. She was doing the knee thing. She was going to be the death of you.

Ellie paused, your lips making an audible noise as they separated. You could see a sheen of wetness on her mouth.

“Okay?” she whispered.

You nodded, but any pretense of appearing mentally present disintegrated as the hand on your waist tightened, rolling you roughly against her knee.

The sound that left your lips was honestly and objectively very embarrassing—something between a yelp and a strangled gasp—but you decided to think about it later as Ellie leaned back down, her mouth pressing to your jaw and dragging down to your throat.

You keened, rocking down onto her as she passed over the sensitive part of your neck. She paused, her lips freezing before she sucked at the same spot again, this time slower and with more deliberation.

You were a mess. All she’d done was kiss you and let you grind against her thigh with multiple layers of separation, and you were already falling apart underneath her, your hands desperately tangled in her shirt and your breathing frantic.

Once her lips had trailed down to the curve where your shoulder met your neck, you tentatively fingered the hem of her shirt and began to pull it up.

Wordlessly, she sat back and let you drag her shirt up, helping you once you got to her arms.

“What?” she said once she’d gotten her head through the neckhole and tossed it off to the side.

Your mouth had been hanging open, so you shut it before you responded. “Uh. Nothing. You’re just—really pretty.”

“Really pretty,” Ellie repeated drolly.

You covered your face with your hands. “What? Is that a crime?”

“Isn’t it?” said Ellie.

You peeked through the gaps in your fingers. There was a smirk pulling at her lips.

“In Terranova,” she elaborated. “It is a crime, right?”

“Oh, Christ. Can we not talk about that now?”

She laughed.

Her fingers closed around your wrists, pulling them away from your face so you had to look at her dead-on. She leaned down, her lips brushing your pulse point.

“I’m just teasing,” she whispered into your ear, and you felt the sheets at the bottom of the bed bunch up as your toes curled.

She kissed you again, her mouth parted and soft. Your hands wandered up and down her bare skin, pausing where you heard her gasp and dragging your thumbs across the peaks of her chest until her breath hitched.

It didn’t take long until she’d helped you out of the loose t-shirt she’d given you when you’d arrived, her warm hands a welcome respite from the cool night air.

Then you felt the waistband of your shorts tighten, her fingers dipping briefly under the elastic.

“Do you want me to—”

“Yes.” Your voice was breathy.

“Sheesh,” said Ellie, though at the same time she was pulling them down your thighs. “Eager much?”

“I’ll leave,” you warned.

It was an empty threat.

“Yeah, yeah,” said Ellie. “I’ll make it up to you if you’re so offended.”

Her hand nudged between your legs, fingers rolling languidly up the middle of your clothed center.

“Oh god,” you whined, no longer caring about the magnitude of your reaction in regards to what she was doing to you.

Your hands shot out to haphazardly grip the sheets as you felt your panties get pushed aside. Ellie’s knuckles slid down your folds, making a lewd wet sound from all of the slickness as she separated them.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see Ellie intensely studying you, her eyes cast down to where she was touching you as her teeth pulled at her bottom lip.

You wanted to feel self-conscious. After all, it had been forever since you’d been touched like this, and to have it be done by someone you were so anxious to impress only added insult to injury. But your mind was so clouded with want and desperation that you couldn’t even bring yourself to want to close your legs, no matter how closely she seemed to be examining you.

Something prodded at your entrance. Your legs tensed.

Ellie paused. “Alright?”

You bit your lip and nodded, shutting your eyes.

The prodding morphed into a stretching sensation as something entered you, your walls seizing up and tensing as you sharply inhaled.

“You could try relaxing,” Ellie whispered casually, like her finger wasn’t actively inside of you. “Just a suggestion.”

“You could try not being an assho—”

Ellie’s thumb swiped across your clit, cutting you off as an involuntary gasp left your throat.

“Oh, sorry,” she deadpanned. “Were you saying something?”

You sent her a withering glare as she smirked back. Your resolve didn’t hold long, as once her finger withdrew and plunged deeper into you, you were long gone.

It wasn’t long until one finger became two, scissoring in and out of you while you writhed beneath her and keened over and over again. The room was silent apart from the obscenely wet sounds emanating from between your legs and your whimpers.

As you felt tension begin to pool inside of you like a rubber band about to snap, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, looking down the bed at Ellie.

She was biting her lip in concentration as she worked her fingers in and out of you. Her eyes snapped up to meet yours just as she hooked her fingers inside of you, pulling a high moan from your lips.

“There?” Her voice was low and slightly raspy.

You nodded helplessly, feeling her pull her fingers out and thrust them in again, angling them just so to brush up against the front of your walls.

Your head flopped back on the pillow, your mouth falling open as you gasped. You were almost there. You just needed—you weren’t sure exactly what you needed.

“Please,” you managed to stutter out, not clear on what you were asking her for.

But as you felt her press on your clit and rub a tight circle, you realized that Ellie knew exactly what you wanted.

The rubber band snapped, a white-hot ball in your middle bursting and sending a tremor through your whole body.

You came down with a gasp of air, feeling your walls spasm around Ellie’s fingers once, twice, thrice—until you lost count.

There was a tug between your legs, and you heard the squelch of her pulling out. You clenched around nothing, tiredly noting how strange it was to be empty again.

Ellie’s head dropped to kiss your shoulder, carefully avoiding your injured side even as she pressed her weight on top of you.

“You okay?” she asked once she’d sat back up. You didn’t miss the way she wiped her fingers on her shorts.

“Yeah,” you breathed, feeling reason and rationality begin to trickle back into your consciousness. Oh God. What had you done?

She didn’t say anything as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed, leaning down to retrieve her shirt.

Oh God. You hadn’t just made out with your friend. You’d let her finger you. You’d come apart under her and now you were going to have to eat breakfast and go on patrol and talk to her for the indefinite future knowing that she knew what it felt like to be inside you.

Horror built slowly within you as the implications mounted. You never slept with anyone without clearly defining the boundaries first. You’d never just…lost control, like you just had.

Ellie was standing up, pulling on her shirt and blissfully unaware of your overthinking spiral. Slowly, awkwardly, you reached down and pulled your shorts back up, trying your best to ignore the mess that was between your legs.

Something landed atop your chest, making you jump. It was your top, helpfully tossed by Ellie from the floor.

Nausea began to build in your stomach as you quickly redressed, head spinning. Would you get to have your defining conversation now? Did Ellie want to define what you were? Was she going to let you sleep over? You really, really wanted to, but you didn’t know how to ask.

She finished fussing with her shirt and turned back to you, seeing you sat on the edge of the bed.

In a stroke of courage, you caught her hand, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her palm. You heard her breath stutter before you released it, letting it fall.

It felt like a confession. One that went beyond just “thinking” about someone.

“I didn’t know you thought of me like that.” Your voice was hoarse, tired from what you’d just put it through.

“How could I not?” There was something in the rawness of how she spoke that made your heart lurch.

“Since…since when?”

You waited a few moments before amending it. “I—actually, don’t feel like you need to say so.”

Ellie shrugged, joining you on the edge. “You first.”

“Since…” Since the first night you wanted to say, but you couldn’t make the words come out. That felt too vulnerable, especially when you weren’t sure what you two were yet. That might be too much. “It’s been a while,” you settled on as a vague compromise.

Ellie nudged the edge of your foot with hers. “I figured. You spend all of your time gawking at me.”

“I do not.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Okay,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Maybe a little. But I was very subtle about it.”

“Yes, very,” Ellie agreed, nodding gravely. “Didn’t even notice.”

There were so many things that you wanted to ask her—you wanted to turn the question back to her, you wanted to ask if you could sleep over, you wanted to ask what this meant—but the heavy silence of the room was too thick to speak through.

“I’m, uh, I think I’m going to go to bed,” Ellie said, scratching the back of her neck uncomfortably.

“Oh, right,” you responded. “It’s late. Me too.”

It was in fact not that late—you and Ellie had stayed up much later on prior evenings.

“Uh—sleep well,” she said, turning to you.

An acute pang of hurt twanged in your chest as you realized what she was implying.

“You too,” you said softly, reaching over to unplug your laptop and grab the charger. Your knees cracked comically loudly as you stood up, but neither of you reacted to it.

You stole one last glance at her once you’d made it to the doorway. She was watching you, her chin resting on the palm that was propped up by her elbow. “Goodnight,” you said, trying your best to hide the hurt in your voice.

“Goodnight.”

The walk to your room was short enough that you managed to keep it together until you’d slipped inside and shut the door tight. Then the tears pricking at your eyes began to fall, your back sliding against the door as you fell into a ball.

It felt stupid to be crying over the fact that you’d had a hookup that hadn’t turned into a passionate love confession and the opportunity to fall asleep in her arms. You and Ellie were so different—there was no reason to believe that she wanted you on any level that wasn’t physical. Maybe she was one of those people who could have sex just based on attraction without it meaning anything.

And to be upset because she hadn’t cuddled you afterwards or complimented your body or played with your hair or anything—ridiculous. There was no reason to believe that Ellie would suddenly stop being Ellie—sardonic, emotionally detached, asshole Ellie—just because you were in her bed. She’d done nothing wrong except be the person that she’d shown you she was many times over.

You knew this—you knew all of this, but it wasn’t enough to console you. You still wanted her. You still wanted more. You yearned to be touched by her, not just the rough caresses that pulled you over the edge, but the ones that you were expecting had she let you stay the night.

A while passed as you sat crumpled on the floor, knees pulled to your chest and shoulders heaving. By the time you’d gathered the strength to get up and pee (you highly doubted they had cranberry juice out here, and contracting a UTI on top of everything else was going to be enough to make you jump over the wall banging pots and pans until every infected came to check you out), you were sufficiently cried out, feeling rather like a wrung out washcloth.

It hadn’t been all bad, you thought to yourself as you splashed your face and washed your hands in the warm light of the bathroom. As long as this hadn’t permanently ruined the friendship between you two, you’d maybe consider doing it again. Despite the emotional turmoil and overall lack of intimacy, it had been nice. In the moment. Next time—if there was one—you’d just lower your expectations.

Some Ellie was better than No Ellie.

Yeah.

You could do that.

“We’re in a fight.”

The words made you jump a foot in the air, nearly pitching you forward on the sidewalk as you were heading to the stables to help Maria out.

“Dina!” you exclaimed.

She was frowning at you, her arms tightly crossed.

“Is there a reason we’re fighting?” you asked.

“You promised you’d come hang out with me,” she said, jutting her chin out. “And where have you been? Not at mine.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, heat rising to your cheeks. In truth, you’d been so caught up with your Ellie obsession that you’d forgotten about Dina.

“I guess it’s not totally your fault,” Dina conceded, waving a hand. “I keep telling Ellie to stop being so greedy, keeping you all to herself like that.”

“It’s all been so much.” Your stomach dropped at the mention of Ellie, whom you had exchanged very brief pleasantries with that morning. Or, as pleasant as Ellie’s “pleasantries” could be.

“How about you tell me about it?” pressed Dina, her lips lifted into a smile. “Come over? After you’re done with whatever you’re doing? I’m off today, so I’m yours whenever.”

You sent her a grateful smile back. “Sure.”

Your work with Maria finished up quickly—mostly cleaning and polishing the saddles and washing the bits. Before you knew it, you were sitting on Dina’s couch, your feet pulled up under you as you held a mug of hot tea.

Dina wanted to know everything about Terranova—a welcome change from Ellie, who only sparingly asked you about what your life was like. Her bubbliness made you so at ease that you found yourself telling her things that you’d never said out loud before.

“And that’s when I decided that I’m definitely not straight,” you finished.

She giggled and set her mug down on the table between you, leaning forward and giving you a look full of mirth. “You know, speaking of that…”

“Oh?”

“You know Ellie’s into girls too, right?”

You froze, your smile plastered artificially on your face. The memories of her fingers between your legs last night drifted back, and you shut them down before they lingered for too long.

“Uh, yeah,” you said lamely.

“Interesting.” Dina nodded, her eyes unfocused. “Have you two—I dunno—talked about that?”

“Just a little,” you said, shrugging. It wasn’t a lie. It’s not like you two had extensive conversations about the general queer experience on the regular. And her fingering you didn’t involve much talking.

“Well, I think you should go for it,” announced Dina.

You choked on your tea. “Huh?”

“I know she can be an asshole sometimes,” said Dina, making a face. “But I’m definitely picking up on something between you two. I think she really likes you.”

“She—” You cringed, thinking of how she’d essentially kicked you out the night before. “I don’t really think she does.”

“But you do,” said Dina, her eyes sparkling. “Just tell her.”

“There’s nothing there,” you said vaguely.

Dina gave you a long, suspicious look. “Right. If anything changes, you know you can tell me, right?”

You wanted to tell her about what had happened last night so, so badly. But it felt like you’d be crossing a line, talking to someone you’d essentially just met before discussing it more thoroughly with Ellie.

“Of course,” you said, willing yourself to send her a convincing smile.

Dinner proceeded as normal, with you making casual conversation with Ellie and Joel. Though you two were sitting next to each other, there was no foot-kicking or thigh touches.

Not that you should’ve expected anything, you thought, scolding yourself. Just because someone fingered you once doesn’t mean they were in love with you. You didn’t call yourself a chef after cooking one meal.

That night, you lay awake after your shower, feeling your freshly washed hair dampen the edges of your shirt as you started up at the ceiling. Ellie normally knocked by now—hours earlier, in fact. She wasn’t coming.

You rolled over, pulling your comforter up and trying not to cry again. Silly, stupid you. You’d gone and ruined it all just for someone who didn’t like you very much, She’d purposefully evaded the question of you asking when she’d seen you like that, you realized. This was probably more opportunistic than anything.

She was all you had here. Of course, you had Dina and Joel and Maria and Jesse, but they were nowhere near the same as Ellie. Ellie had been the one to save you. Ellie had been the one to console you after your first patrol. Ellie had been the one to card through your hair while you were shaking and in shock from being shot. No matter what they did, you would never feel as pulled to them as you were her.

There was a knock at your door.

You paled, then brought your hand up to frantically wipe away at the wetness forming at the corners of your eyes.

Quietly, as not to wake up Joel, you crept over to the door and opened it.

“Hey,” whispered Ellie.

“Hey.”

She swallowed, looking down the hall before she met your eyes. “Are you—are you busy?”

“It’s 11 o’ clock at night,” you whispered. “My schedule’s not exactly booked.”

“Right.” She let out an exasperated sigh. “Do you, uh, want to see me for a bit?”

You gulped, feeling stuck in place. Was this all it was ever going to be? A midnight rendezvous that ended with you doing a walk of shame down the hall?

“Your room or mine?” you asked, folding regardless of your angst.

Ellie blinked. “Uh. Mine? It’s further from—um, there’s more walls in between mine and Joel’s.”

For a moment as you walked alongside her down the hall, you wondered how you’d ever feel comfortable undressing and touching her again, given how awkwardly you two were interacting now.

But once she shut the door and wasted no time in clutching your jaw between her two hands like she was praying and kissing you like she wanted to drown in you, those worries slipped away.

It was much like last time. Ellie didn’t even give you the chance to get on top—you were tossed onto her bed and caged under her arms before you could even think to take control.

She pushed you over the edge twice with her fingers, this time mouthing at your jaw as you writhed beneath her.

When you came down, you laid panting on her bed, watching the spots in your vision dissipate as Ellie rested on the pillow beside you. Tentatively, you turned so your nose pressed into her jaw, your lips pressing light kisses to her neck.

She shivered, but didn’t push you off.

You took the opportunity to drag your fingers up and down her bare arm, feeling the pads of your fingers catch on the texture of her skin.

Even in the dark, you could see faded marks scattered all over the pale expanse of her skin. Next to her, your skin looked pristine, untouched, like a doll just taken out of the box.

There was a sting deep inside your chest.

“You’re such a good person,” you heard yourself say. “You didn’t deserve any of this.”

Ellie tensed under you. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m just—” You paused, thinking about how ridiculous you sounded. This was a hookup. Why were you getting all sentimental on her? “I wish that you didn’t have to go through everything that you have. You’re—you’re just so—”

She sat up abruptly, pushing you off her.

“I’m not ‘a good person’,” she said, her voice quiet. “You don’t know what you’re saying. You have no idea what I’ve done.”

You shrugged. “Maybe not. But I know you now. You’ve been so kind to me. I’ve known people who have grown up with silver spoons in their mouths for all their life who are much crueler than you’ve ever been.”

When Ellie was silent, you took the opportunity to reach up and let your fingers trace over her cheekbones, watching the constellations of freckles under your touch. You wanted to memorize everything about her. You never wanted to stop touching her.

“What are you doing.” It came out in a flat, tired tone.

You tried to hide the way your face fell as you retracted your hand. Right. Hookup. You needed to remember.

“Sorry,” you said, gluing your eyes to your hands.

“This isn’t…” Ellie paused, and you saw her curl her hands into fists. “This isn’t like that, okay?”

“I know,” you said, but the confirmation of the fact sent a pain so acute through your chest that it was all you could do to not wince. “But we’re friends, right?” But you still care about me, right? was what you really wanted to say. That would do as a poor substitution.

You could feel Ellie’s stare despite not even looking at her.

“I should go.” You swung your legs over the edge of her bed, wondering how you were going to make it to your door this time without bursting into tears.

“Wait,” said Ellie.

“I hope you sleep well,” you continued, begging, praying that your hurt wasn’t showing as obviously as it felt.

A hand curled around your wrist as you reached the door.

“Wait.” Ellie’s voice was firm enough to make you finally look at her. Her face was stony, but you could see something in her eyes that you couldn’t quite place. “We’re—friends. We are. I’m sorry.”

“I know,” you said lightly, plastering a little smile on your face. If you stayed in here for another minute, you’d be a sobbing mess. “It’s late, though. I need to go to bed anyway.”

She let you slip from her grip. The door behind you thudded softly shut.

That night, you curled up into a ball under your comforter, feeling your still damp hair stick to the back of your neck.

It was better than nothing, you reminded yourself. Better than nothing.

final a/n: I”M SORRY IM SORRY i know that this just complicates everything more but i’m trying to be realistic about ellie’s character...i promise i will patch things up soon! the second half of this chapter is coming out hopefully within the next few days depending on how quickly i get better from being sick! (also again i’m so sorry abt the smut i’ve never written anything like this before so i was feeling really iffy)

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x oc #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams x you #ellie williams self insert

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#25: A Few More Days (S7E12)

Say Yes is just rich with Richonne goodness at every turn, beginning early with the opening moments of the ep as well as in their final moments in the ep, which are tied here on my list. Both scenes highlight how much Rick and Michonne value the days they have with each other. And to kick off this love letter episode, I love that we get a moment of Rick and Michonne proving yet again that them + vehicles = gold...

So after a perfect and steamy montage establishing they’ve been having the time of their lives on this run and a sweet conversation about why they’re smiling, we see them in the van eating saviors' pretzels. And I’ve always loved the inclusion of pretzels in this scene for the symbolism in contrast to Dwight and Sherry. It’s a subtle way to indicate that Rick and Michonne are the couple who are going to stay together through thick and thin.

I like Michonne saying they have "good taste in pretzels" like it’s the singular good quality about the Saviors lol. And then I love Rick saying "and batteries" as one of the first ways slick Rick will indicate he wants to stay out longer. And I get his logic - with the walkie working they can stay aware of what’s going on back home while still enjoying this wonderful honeymoon. I was fully on board with Rick’s thinking lol.

Watching it back, I love the ever-so-subtle groan Rick gives when Michonne says they’re gonna need to get back. He is not ready to leave this blissful state he’s in with her and I’m beyond here for it.

Also, I swear if watching all these Richonne scenes back was a try-not-to-smile challenge I would lose horrendously. I can’t not smile. It’s just all so precious every time they’re together, and this is genuinely me during the entirety of their every scene lol...

And then I just adore the way Michonne notices Rick’s quiet reaction and says his name. She knows her husband, y’all. She knows his silence means he doesn’t want to go home yet.

Rick says “a day and a half more, today and tomorrow.” And truly so much of what I love about this scene and Say Yes in general is that it’s one of the very rare moments where Rick gets to voice something he really wants personally. This isn’t about wanting to keep finding guns. He’s having the time of his life with the love of his life, and he wants to enjoy this as long as he can.

Michonne says they can come back again because, trust, she wants this alone time with Rick too, she just wants to eliminate the Negan threat so their next trip doesn’t have that cloud over it.

I love the way Rick says “just a little more” and looks over at her with his subtle eyebrow raised. He’s the most refreshed he’s looked all season and so happy and in love, and it’s great to see.

Michonne reassuringly says, “We’re okay. We don’t have to find them right now,” and I like how this is where Rick just outright confirms that extending this run is not about finding guns. It’s about what he will later reveal to be what he wants most - “the two of us” - cuz then he lightheartedly responds “yeah I know” lol.

(Side note: I'm just thinking about how before this love letter 7.12 ep there was the iconic 3.12 Clear ep. And 3.12 also began with the two in the car - however back then Michonne was driving in silence and Rick was thinking they’ll part ways after the Governor fight. How far we’ve come with them that now in 7.12 Rick and Michonne are in this car fully in love on a honeymoon run and wanting all the time in the world with each other. 🥰🙌🏾)

Rick says, “Just a little more okay?” while just eating some pretzels all content. And the delivery of the 'okay?' at the end is so freaking cute. 😋 Andy is so good at playing all shades of Rick, especially a Rick in love.

And then there’s this little silent moment where Rick looks down and then looks over at her with a look that says he knows Michonne wants this time too and that they want to be out here for more than just business reasons.

I love that Rick is always so good at making sure he gives the two of them time together to just put plans and agendas aside and enjoy being with each other. This is different than s1 Rick who was always on the go. He knows how valuable what he has with Michonne is and he cherishes every moment he has with her. Man of the year every year, ijs.

And then Danai “Always Perfectly Delivers The Line, Even If It's Just One Word” Gurira says "okay" in a way that just communicates so much. The way Michonne looks at him with so much care in this moment before softly saying okay. She knows that while Rick is seeming casual rn, this is also something he really wants and even needs more than he’s letting on, which he’ll reveal when he shares how much has been weighing on him later in the ep. And I think in this moment she knows she really needs this time with the love of her life too.

Also it’s sweet how all Rick had to say was just “a little more, okay?” and Michonne was in full agreement. They both can so effortlessly get the other on board with them. 😋 So she says this heartfelt okay and then Rick is just in his glowy happy era responding with such a pleased “okay” while looking at her so clearly in love.

The way they look at each other and smile with a little laugh upon agreeing to keep this honeymoon going is just perfection. 😍 I love that they both know they are going to stay out here not just as leaders and fighters but as lovers too, as they happily agree to bask in their Richonne bubble a bit longer.

This joy and alone time is what they deserve, and I love how this scene sets the tone for the rest of their honeymoon ep. It let you know that Rick and Michonne's love and desire for each other was going to be central, and I'm forever here for it.

And then I gotta attach another “few more days” moment at the end of the ep to this ranking because it really does connect. 👌🏽

It’s at the end of Say Yes when Michonne approaches Rick after his irritating encounter with Jadis. Rick and Michonne both really do look so visibly rejuvenated from their honeymoon run. I was looking at both of them in this scene like...

And I love that seeing her man is upset, Michonne knows just how to uplift him.

The scene starts with Rick clearly frustrated after Jadis changed the deal and tried to demand the cat sculpture back. When that trash lady told Rick she wanted the cat back I was like...

Because see Rick is in the business of gifting Michonne, so Jadis and the junkyard had another thing coming if they thought he was giving his wife's cat sculpture back lol. He even retools the deal to let Jadis know she tried it, and then he has this lone moment looking annoyed just before Michonne approaches. And just the way she looks at him when she slowly enters the scene is already so sweet. 🥹

I love how she says, "You get a few more days before what happens next." Which as we know from their previous heart-to-heart means before the fight.

Let me tell you, this is a husband and wife. Like officially-married-after-that-7.12-proposal husband and wife. You just feel the spouse vibes radiating off them in this scene, and I’m here for it.

I love that when Michonne lovingly says this, it’s her knowing how much a 'few more days' is something Rick really wanted/still wants and something she now deeply understands the value of too. And sis always be knowing the perfect thing to say cuz Rick's mood is instantly boosted as he turns to face her, elated at the idea of a few more days spent like how they just spent it. 😊

And part of what was so special about Rick wanting to extend their trip throughout this ep is that it was truly just the two of them on that honeymoon run - it wasn't like real-world honeymoons where you're at least around other hotel guests or beachgoers or whatever - but Rick was like, 'even when you’re the literal only person I’m around for days, I still want more of that.' #DirectQuoteFromHisMind 🥰

It’s cute how Rick perks up as he asks, “A few more days?” I love how Michonne can always improve his mood and capture his full attention. I also love how close they’re standing to each other in this scene and the lighting — you know we love a well-lit Richonne scene. It’s great. 👏🏽

And that Richonne bubble has a strong magnetic field because it seems they just can’t help but be as close as possible when talking to each other here. Truly, at this moment, they feel like it's just the two of them around - but nope, they out here giving big 😍-energy publicly on some strangers' turf. I love it. 🙌🏾

Michonne has such a beautiful glow when she calmly and confidently assures Rick, “that’s right, we’ll find more, we’ll figure it out soon…in a few more days.” 🗣 She's a wife. And scenes like this show that loud and clear.

Also, what Rick and Michonne mean to each other is always so gorgeously depicted, even in just a look. my goodness. #blessed.

As a moot beautifully stated, Rick drinks her in whenever she's in front of him, and he does so here as he nods and takes her hand. I love that she can so instantly improve his mood and how we just watched them spend all this alone time together all episode, only for them to end the ep excited about the prospect of more time together.

And then the scene ends with them walking away hand in hand because one thing Richonne always finna do is hold hands, and I'm here for it. 🤗

This was a beautiful way to open and close the Richonne love letter ep. And so these two connected moments - starting with Rick wanting a few more days and ending with the two of them also really grateful for a few more days - were wonderful and had to get some recognition on this list. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 25 #rick x michonne #reveling in richonne #twd 7.12 #twd towl #the ones who live

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In Spite of it All (Part I)

A/N: I’ve been cooking again I fear. A new little fic I have made that will have multiple parts. I don’t know how many lol. The plan is for it to be Dual POV between Elriel. I hope you enjoy my madness.

Summary: Since Nyx’s birth, Elain has put herself forward as the family dinner cook as of late. Through the course of her long day’s work to prepare dinner for her loved ones, something unexpected happens.

Word Count: 5.7K

Key: sfw, Hurt/Comfort

Possible triggers: Not much, really. This one’s safe.

It was a family dinner night. A night that Elain had always looked forward to nowadays. Since Nyx’s birth, the occasional group dinners became more frequent. A few days a week where everyone in the Inner Circle gathered under the roof of the townhouse to laugh and dine together, and of course, to see precious Nyx.

And being one that enjoyed cooking and baking as much as she did, Elain had made an obligation out of it as she always had.

On days like this, she had to wake up early to begin preparations and plans in the kitchen. To decide what was on the menu for everyone and to set everything in motion, all for dinner to be finished at a reasonable time.

Ever the supporters they were, the wraith twins, Nuala and Cerridwen had also involved themselves in the hard work, claiming that a friend doesn’t perform that immense of a task all alone. Even if it was their job to help out in general just as they always had, Elain couldn’t find it in herself to thank them enough every single time. And so Elain spent most of the day in the kitchen busying herself with the twins by her side.

Here she stood, as she had been since dawn, flouring and kneading dough on the kitchen island. Elain kneaded the bread dough silently, focused entirely on her work. Nuala and Cerridwen were on the other side of the kitchen working on their own sides that they tasked themselves with.

Press and fold, press and fold, press and fold—

The words repeated in Elain’s mind as she worked, though she failed to realize that Nuala had called her name. Called her name again. Again.

“Elain?” A shadowy hand touched her flour-covered forearm. Elain flinched slightly, looking over at Nuala with wide eyes.

Her breath caught and then she swallowed in recognition. “Oh– Sorry, I was a little too focused. Yes?”

Cerridwen angled her head from afar, listening in silently as she whisked a pan of cooking lemon curd for one of the cakes that were to be made.

“Are you alright?” The half wraith gave her a comforting smile, minding none of the flour that now covered her hand.

“I am,” Elain reassured her with a smile of her own. “Was there something you needed?”

Nuala shook her head. “I was just checking in on you. Your face looked… Troubled.”

“I promise I’m alright, thank you for asking.” Elain beamed another smile at her before getting back to her kneading.

The twins exchanged a quiet look between one another when Nuala turned around. Elain had guessed that they didn’t believe her, though she wasn’t going to attempt to reinforce her claim.

Truth be told, news had indeed put a damper on Elain’s mood today. Feyre had forewarned that Lucien was coming to dinner tonight, just for the night. Per Feyre’s own request, she had guessed. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t before, especially since he first showed up in the Night Court but—

Her beloved sister’s persistence had always troubled her. Regardless of what Elain had said in the past, what she had declared and tried so hard to make clear in the kindest way she knew how, she— they both persisted through it all in some weird hopeful way.

Perhaps it was because Elain didn’t understand. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she hadn’t experienced the magical level of love or the ultimate correctness that her sisters had felt with their mates yet.

The circumstances had made her question, well, everything. Question why her bond had snapped into place so suddenly. Questioned why the sensations were merely akin to a tug on a rib. Questioned the—

Visions suddenly flit through Elain’s mind, cascading across her vision and echoing in her ears.

Clock hands striking an hour before midnight, the groaning of wood, the deafening shatter of glass, the loud cries of an infant, the feelings of fear and confusion, panic and anxiety—

And then they were gone as fast as they came.

Elain’s movements slowed to a stop, her hands merely falling to rest on the floured wood surface. More damning visions that haunted her. But these— These were extreme.

The female quickly finished kneading the dough before placing it into a large glass bowl and covering it in order to allow it to rise. She then cleaned her hands at the sink and took off her apron to set aside.

“I’ll be right back.” The twins blinked at one another before giving Elain the okay. She then hurried out of the kitchen, beelining for the nearest bathroom.

Elain closed the bathroom door behind her and took a deep breath, focusing entirely on the intricately designed black and white tiled floor.

Nearly all of Elain’s visions were disturbing in some way. They had always foretold all sorts of things, be they as serious as an attack or as minor as who would show up at the townhouse. Even in her dreams, they plagued her. But this vision had seemed— Elain knew that it foretold something happening within the townhouse. An infant’s cry— Nyx. Baby Nyx.

Not her nephew. Her precious nephew. If any harm came to him, to Feyre, anyone here— She had to tell them, Rhysand and Feyre.

Elain pushed herself off of the rich wood door, stepping forward to look herself over in the mirror. She was a mess, or so she thought to herself.

Her hair was messily braided off to the side, the length of the braid ending at her hip. Her bangs were no better, messy as they were, barely hanging on to where they were tucked behind her pointed ears.

Flour had also somehow ended up dusted on her cheek, though that came as no surprise to her. Such things always happened when she was absorbed into her craft.

She let out a quiet sigh and took a few minutes to clean herself up and look presentable, although she knew she was bound to get messy again, possibly even more so later on.

As soon as they arrived, she’d decided, Elain would let Feyre and Rhysand know what she saw. At the very least, they should know.

Taking one last deep breath to calm herself, she walked back out of the bathroom and returned to the kitchen to continue her work. After all, there was much for her to do. Even if disturbing sights haunted her every move.

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#acotar #elriel #pro elriel #elain archeron #elain x azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #elriel fic #a court of thorns and roses

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Trouble at the Smithsonian - The Spy Next Door Part III

AN: Sorry for the late upload, you guys. The story was already written, but I’m just struggling with the chapter titles, lol. Im still not feeling the title as much. Also, so hard to find a suitable GIF to accompany these fics.

Ps: this was inspired by that episode on Modern Family

WC: 1.2 k (sorry, I went overboard)

Part I Part II

“You can’t be serious.”

You looked up at Peter’s face, surprised at the incredulity in his voice. “What?”

“You’re gonna wear that?”

The that he was referring to were your boots. Your high heeled suede Chelsea boots, to be exact. You had bought them almost a year and a half ago but you hadn’t really had the chance to properly wear them.

“What’s wrong with my boots?”

Peter looked at you like you’d grown a second head. He scanned you down and huffed out a disbelieving laugh. “You- you do know we will be doing a lot of walking right? The Smithsonian is like 20 museums.”

“Oh come on, it's not like we're gonna see all of them. 3 at most.” You assured him as you locked your door. “Besides, I’ll be fine! I’ve been looking forward to this since I was a girl and I wanna look my best when I visit places they filmed those movies.”

You knew it was highly unlikely that the Captain America exhibit was actually filmed in the Smithsonian or if they even have the Blackbird that was actually a Decepticon in disguise in the Air and Space Museum. But even the thought of standing close to your favorite movies sent a thrill through you.

“So you’re dragging me out to this place, on our off day, because you wanna check out the places where they film your favorite movies,” The look on his face had not changed. “Not for the museums themselves?”

“Well, no! Of course not! I am going for the museums… but I can’t help the geek in me from being also excited about the movies. I mean, c’mon. Transformers!”

Peter watched you do a little hop of excitement and shook his head. “Well, don’t come to me when your feet start to hurt.”

This time, it was you who scoffed at him. “In your dreams, Sutherland.”

~ One of the best things about going to a local attraction, or anywhere, really, on a weekday was that the place would still have people, but not so many that you get overwhelmed too quickly. It was one of the reasons why you applied for a special leave on a Wednesday to go to the museum.

In fact, it was actually Peter’s idea.

And just as you planned, finding a parking near the entrance was a cake walk. The both of you started with the Museum of Natural History because it was the one that contained your interests the most.

The moment you entered, it was like you were absorbed into another dimension. Your eyes went wide at the marvels before you and your heart thumped in your chest in excitement. Turning to Peter, you grinned wide before you grabbed his hand and ran into the first hall.

It was your first museum that day and you were already so happy. There were many exhibits on display. There was a hall full of fossils of ancient dinosaurs, huge and intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel like Ellie Sattler as you named them one by one. Then, more excitingly, you got to live out your Evie O'Connell fantasies when you climbed up to the second floor to the Ancient Egypt exhibit.

And Peter. Peter indulged you with a small smile on his face. Not once did he make fun of your abundant movie references and not once did he look at you funny. He followed you from exhibit to exhibit, listening attentively to every anecdote you made. He even pitched in some of his own memories when he could.

Before you knew it, the both of you had managed to clear 2 museums. And by lunch, your feet had started to hurt.

The Smithsonian was better than you thought it would be. And it was also bigger than you thought it would be. But being the stubborn creature that you are, you kept quiet. You had known it would happen eventually, but you had wanted to look your best more than you cared about the pain. The boots, while not that high-heeled, was not your normal attire. However, wearing them made you feel good and confident. It gave you a boost in height and a sexy walk.

Besides, you didn't have to look up so high to talk to Peter with them on. And you could better see the smattering of freckles on his face. That alone was totally worth the blisters.

The call of your name snapped you out of your thoughts and you blushed as Peter took his seat beside you and handed you a hotdog.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking where to go next."

"How's your feet?"

A muscle in your jaw ticked and your smile was tight. You bit into your lunch. "They're fine."

Peter eyed you like he knew you were lying, but let it go.

After lunch, the two of you made your way to the Air and Space Museum. But as you went through the exhibits, you began to lag behind as the pain in your feet slowly got worse.

By the third time Peter noticed you were not beside him, he has had enough.

"That's it. Come on,"

All of a sudden, there was a hand at the small of your back pushing you gently towards a bench.

"Hey, what?! Careful!" You exclaimed as you stumbled along, hissing when you stepped wrongly and aggravated your ankles.

"Sit.” Peter’s voice brooked no argument and reluctantly, you did as he asked.

"What's this about, Peter?"

"You're hurting." He nodded to your feet.

You opened your mouth to rebuke him, but he levelled you with a look that shut you up. There was no use in hiding it. He was right.

"Stay here." He sighed and disappeared somewhere in the crowd.

Disappointment churned in your stomach. You were pissed at yourself for being so stubborn, for ruining the whole day. Now both of you were upset and it was all your fault. You heaved a long sigh and reached down to massage your ankles.

The crinkling of a plastic bag made you look up and you watched as Peter approached you with a pair of flip flops he bought from, by the picture of the rocket on it, the museum gift shop.

"Put this on."

You looked at him incredulously as he knelt to place the footwear by your feet. "Did you just-"

"It's either this or you're walking barefoot. And I'm not about to let you do that. So, come on."

Something in you reacted oddly at the action, spreading warmth across your chest. You stared at Peter for a few beats as your thoughts ran rampant. But then you blinked them away, too shocked to examine them and turned your attention to the flip flops.

"But it's so ugly though," You complained, but toed off your boots nonetheless.

"Too bad. It's the only design they had." Peter took your boots and put them into the plastic bag as you grumbled, standing and taking a few steps.

"How is it?"

It was perfect. The cool air against your abused and pinched skin felt like a balm and the ability to wiggle your toes made a small smile creep onto your face. Before turning back though, you schooled your features to indifference. "It'll do."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah. You're welcome. Now, come on," He passed you, the plastic bag dangling from his fingers. "Jetstar is waiting for you."

"Jetfire!"

TBC

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Sneak Peek

AN: This is a preview to a Christmas short story with Joe (& someone very special) that I’ve been working on for the last few months. Chapter one is almost done and I was hoping to post it before December ended but ya know… life lol. I’ve been super busy with work & other things that I haven’t had time to actually sit down and write like I wanted to, so this will definitely carry over. I hope you all enjoy what I have in store for our little community because I’m excited to share it!

Summary: A sneak peek of what’s to come in Christmas & Chill.

Warnings: Fluff? Very little cursing and mentions of sex.

Neither character is who they are in real life. This is an AU short story.

Now Playing ⏯️

The Christmas Song by Nat King Cole

" They know that

Santa's on his way

He's loaded lots of toys

and goodies on his sleigh

And every mother's

child is gonna spy

To see if reindeer really

know how to fly "

The Christmas Song

— Nat King Cole

December 9, 2022

The car ride to the home decor store was fairly quiet outside of the low volume of the music playing through the radio, and the small talk going on between the two coworkers. Every once and awhile, Jackson would move his hand from the gearshift to Kelsie's thigh— a gesture of affection that he noticed she responded well to. Sometimes she would return the favor as she caressed his arm, her touch sending tingles up and down his spine— a feeling that he constantly felt when he was around her.

Arriving quickly to the nearest Hobby Lobby, Jackson parked his brand new Cadillac before getting out of the car and opening the passenger door for Kelsie. She smiled sweetly at the man, thanking him for being such a gentleman. She appreciated that— more than he seemed to realize. It had been awhile since the woman felt wanted by a man. Since discovering that her husband of fifteen years had been unfaithful for almost half of their marriage, Kelsie's personal life had taken a turn for the worst. She tried her best to forgive him and move forward, hoping that he would change his ways. They even hoped that participating in marriage counseling every week would help but the desire to mend their relationship became almost impossible when her health was constantly at risk.

How would you feel if you found out that the man who was once the love of your life had cheated with almost every woman he crossed paths with, and the stress of his infidelity had caused you to lose your unborn children? Kelsie couldn't help but to blame herself for everything that continued to happen. Then, the option for an open marriage was proposed, courtesy of Mr. Broussard. Looks of disgust were showcased in the room that one morning. Had he lost his everlasting mind? Kelsie couldn't have left the therapist's office any quicker after that episode.

After much convincing from John to get their counselor to agree to one of his many selfish decisions, Dr. Paulette felt terrible for asking Kelsie to agree to a temporary open marriage agreement. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized this could be good for Kelsie, as well. She discussed how utilizing the "open" aspect of the relationship could help her see why John continued to cheat. It could give her the answers she had been seeking all of these years— answers that not even John could give her himself. There had to be a reason, right?

It would also show Kelsie what other options were out there for her if their marriage didn't work out by the end of the experiment. She could be with anyone she wanted to, as long as she was honest about it. She finally agreed, wanting to keep her family happy and together, just like old times. But as time went on, nothing changed nor did it feel the same. Kelsie soon realized that this was just another scheme to help John do as he pleased without any consequences or remorse for his actions. Now, they were just going through the motions until one of them finally had the courage to end their broken marriage for good.

During the wake of the initial agreement, Kelsie had never took it upon herself to date freely. With having to raise three children and constantly having to work, her dating life was the last thing on her mind. She kept herself busy and stayed to herself as much as she could while John took full advantage of their circumstances.

Well, that was until she met Jackson Hill.

Being with Jackson was like a breath of fresh air; every part of Kelsie felt rejuvenated. He was young, full of life, and helped her see many things in her life, good and bad, in a different perspective in just the few months they had known each other. He treated her like she was the queen of his world, where no one else mattered. When being in the presence of each other, the two of them made it a habit to close themselves off from the outside world, only giving each other their undivided attention. All of the intimate moments and conversations shared, the nonstop laughter, the amounts of time spent together that lead to pure joy mattered the most to them.

For the first time in a long time, Kelsie felt happy— inside and out.

Jackson followed closely behind Kelsie as they made their way down the store isle full of Christmas decorations, making sure he had a glimpse of her backside at every turn. He loved everything about her, from her personality to her anatomy. But if he had to pick three things he liked the most as his top choice, her ass was definitely one of them.

Kelsie's eyes lit up like a child that had entered Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory as she scanned the shelves from top to bottom. The store had every color, style, and shape of Christmas decor known to man. Choosing one theme they both could agree on was going to be a challenge within itself. She didn't shy away from it, though. This is what she lived for.

Making it to the side of the isle that caught her attention first, Kelsie stood with her arms crossed over her plump chest, deep in thought. She nibbled on her lower lip, brainstorming possible ideas for a cheerful Christmas season "What about these?" she asked, looking up at at her handsome colleague. "This would be a cute color scheme." Kelsie grabbed a large roll of white Christmas lights in one hand while carrying gold ribbon in the other. She smiled to herself, nodding at a job well done. The two colors complemented each other so well, showcasing how elegant and sophisticated they were together. These colors were also symbolic, representing the true meaning of Christmas. What would be a better way for the students to learn and celebrate Christmas while their classroom is covered in gold and white?

"For school or my house?" Jackson questioned. He looked at Kelsie with admiration as she held the two items in her hands. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and he had been around quite a few in his young life. Although they were almost twenty years apart in age, they had some things in common. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to her after only knowing her for a few months. He was falling quicker than he wanted to— constantly falling short of holding his end of the ten rule deal.

"School," Kelsie answered. "I was thinking of a green and red plaid color palette with a hint of navy blue for home," she continued, rambling off one of the many ideas that were running through her mind. So much to do in so little time, she thought.

"I was thinking orange and black," Jackson said, throwing in his two cents on the matter. After all, he was going to be the one looking at his tree and overly decorated home every time he stepped foot in there. Might as well get something I would like, he thought. Looking at the rolls of orange ribbon in front of him, he picked up the one with lace trim, intrigued by how vibrant it looked. It reminded him of the orange lace lingerie set Kelsie had on a few weeks ago.

"A Halloween theme?" she asked, scrunching up her beautiful face in disapproval. He couldn't be serious. He was kidding, right? He despised Halloween; he was the scariest person she knew. She remembered how he flinched and hid behind his weighted blanket as they sat on his couch and watched Tales from the Hood one evening in October. "Oh no, that's tacky," she quickly waved him off before carefully putting the small box of blue glass ornaments in the basket. Pushing the basket, she moved further down the isle, looking for anything else that caught her eye.

Jackson chuckled at the woman's reaction. Halloween colors for Christmas? They both knew better than that. He couldn't stand the thought of anything related to the holiday. In his mind, he had a different approach to the combination of colors. Growing up, he lived and breathed football, given that his father was a head coach for the high school in his hometown in Ohio. He watched football at every level, even the Browns and Bengals who were quite below average most of his life. Lately, he had taken a liking to the Bengals as the underdogs made an appearance in the Super Bowl. Although they fell short, he was proud of them, and to be from Southeast Ohio. A certain quarterback that was as cold as ice, who happened to look just like him, was the icing on the cake that could lead to years of his continued support for the team.

"What! You're serious?" he asked with amusement in his tone. Kelsie gave him a knowing look indicating that this was a not a laughing matter. Jackson threw his hands up, a playful smirk plastered on his lips. "Okay, I'll just let you do what you do best then." And he did just that. For what felt like forever, the two of them went from section to section, looking at what could best fit Jackson's style before standing in line to pay. The store was starting to get packed with Christmas shoppers and they wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Mission accomplished.

If anyone can guess who the Female OC is, then I just might publish the first chapter sooner!

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TYRION APPRECIATION MONTH

Day 10 & 14: Connection to Dragons & Men in his Life (Tywin Lannister) Some meta about Tyrion's possible Targaryen blood and how that actually enhances the complexity of his relationship with Tywin is under the cut:

If you are unfamiliar with the theory that Tyrion is actually Aerys II Targaryen's son, here is a video that sums it up really nicely: Is Tyrion a Secret Targaryen. Now I am not here to argue all the evidence for this theory- that's why I provided the link lol (but there is a startling amount of evidence that I only really noticed on my second reread after the show. It was always something that I use to roll my eyes at before because I wasn't thinking deeply about it and because the idea of the "secret Targaryen" is a running joke in the fandom. "How many secret Targaryens can there be??" Well, when you think about it- a lot actually, lol. Especially when you consider how many illegitimate children a king can conceivably have- look at Robert Baratheon. So, after my reread, I now think that Tyrion being Aerys' son is not only possible but likely. I also think it could be possible that Cersei and Jaime are as well, but that's a conversation for another time. So yeah, I am not here to "prove" this theory to you. I go back and forth about it too. Instead, what I am here to talk about is what I think this theory could potentially illuminate about Tyrion and Tywin's relationship.

I've seen other fans argue on reddit and youtube that Tyrion being a secret son of Aerys somehow cheapens his relationship with Tywin and makes it "less complex". I completely disagree with this. Apparently the argument goes that it is more complex for Tyrion to be Tywin's true biological son since Tywin hated him so much. Then there the fact that out of all three Lannister siblings, Tyrion is undoubtably the most like Tywin because of his strategic mind and ruthless intelligence. The conversation that Genna Lannister has with Jaime in A Feast for Crows is often used for evidence of this:

"Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak... but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.

The problem is, this quote merely points out that Tyrion is the most like Tywin out of his other siblings. Tyrion does act like Tywin but that is more because he is constantly trying to emulate him- partly because even though his father has been abusive to him all his life, he still wants to be accepted by him and to prove himself to him:

Lord Tywin was oft quiet in council, preferring to listen before he spoke, a habit Tyrion himself tried to emulate. (A Game of Thrones)

He loved his brother’s reckless wrath, but it was their lord father he must try and emulate. Stone, I must be stone, I must be Casterly Rock, hard and unmovable.(A Clash of Kings)

The reason I don't see this as definitive evidence is because Tyrion can totally be like Tywin without being his biological son. We have an example of this with Jon Snow and Ned Stark. Especially since Tyrion is STILL a Lannister- just like Jon is still a Stark- because Tyrion's mother was Joanna Lannister who was Tywin's first cousin. So, he is still Tywin's blood relative, regardless of paternity. It is unsurprising that he would take after the man who raised him, who is both a blood relative and someone he is actively trying to emulate.

So allowing for this truth- that adoptive children are as likely to be similar to their parents as biological children, there is still a view in the fandom that it is more satisfying that Tyrion would be truly Tywin's biological son since Tywin hates him so much and rejects him as his son. Some fans even go further and say this would be even more satisfying if it is actually Cersei and Jaime who are Aerys' children and Tyrion is the ONLY biological son of Tywin. That would mean that the son that Tywin abused, hated and rejected turned out to be his only biological son and his legacy. And I can understand how that is very satsifying. I really can. However, I feel like that is really only a satisfying story conclusion for Tywin himself. Whereas Tyrion being a Targaryen expands on one of the major motifs of the story at large- the theme of individual identity vs family vs destiny. This is seen with Jon and Theon as well- are you shaped by your blood or are you shaped by your experiences and the family you grew up with? And that could be a more satisfying exploration to carry Tyrion into the rest of the story where he meets Daenerys.

It also makes his reltionship with Tywin more complex rather than less. Because it does two things at once. First, Tywin's own concern that Tyrion is not his and may be Aerys' (as seen with his line: "since I cannot prove you are not mine") is a Greek Tragedy because Tywin abuses and mistreats Tyrion until he finally snaps and murders him. So essentially, Tywin's own abuse of Tyrion (based on his ableism and his fear he was a Targaryen) set in motion a series of events that lead to Tywin's own death and Tyrion ultimately allying with House Targaryen to bring down House Lannister. But! His abuse of Tyrion also turns him into his "true" son. Tyrion begins his arc in A Clash of Kings extremely empathetic and seeking justice for sex workers like Barra's mother and Alayaya and he ends his A Storm of Swords Arc murdering his sex worker lover Shae and kinslaying Tywin, something he was always against when it was suggested with Joffrey (and yes, even if he is half Targaryen, it is still kinslaying since Tywin is Joanna's cousin.) When Tyrion murders Tywin in A Storm of Swords, we get this exchange which, I think encapsulizes that Tyrion is both Aerys' and Tywin's at once:

Tyrion's finger clenched. The crossbow whanged just as Lord Tywin started to rise. The bolt slammed into him above the groin and he sat back down with a grunt. The quarrel had sunk deep, right to the fletching. Blood seeped out around the shaft, dripping down into his pubic hair and over his bare thighs. "You shot me," he said incredulously, his eyes glassy with shock.

"You always were quick to grasp a situation, my lord," Tyrion said. "That must be why you're the Hand of the King."

"You . . . you are no . . . no son of mine." "You . . . you are no . . . no son of mine."

"Now that's where you're wrong, Father. Why, I believe I'm you writ small. Do me a kindness now, and die quickly. I have a ship to catch."

By the time Tyrion murders Tywin he is every bit as cold and calculating as Tywin himself and his empathy has run dry (it will come back! And we already see the seeds of that while he is killing Tywin- especially since the last straw that causes Tyrion to shoot him is Tywin calling Tysha a sex worker slur after Tyrion warned him not to.) Tywin is genuinely shocked that Tyrion shot him- and it is this shock that brings him to the conclusion that Tyrion couldn't possibly be his son. But of course, Tyrion, ever more self aware, tells him that he is Tywin "writ small." So in this way, Tywin, through his horrible abuse, turned Tyrion both into what he feared he was (This act will set in motion the Targaryens bringing down House Lannister) AND into what he rejected he could be (his true son- him writ small.) And it gives me chills. Because it holds two truths at once- which is an ongoing theme in the series. The idea of holding two opposing truths in one's head at once.

If you want to explore an even more tin foil theory that posits that Tyrion could actually be a chimera- both genetically Tywin and Aerys’ son, this is a fun video to check out: Jeopardy Proved Tyrion Has Two Dads- ASOIAF Theory. (I'm not going to lie- this actually makes a LOT of sense and is pretty fascinating.)

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tales-of-corokina · 5 months

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Heyyy guys have a sneak peek of Chapter 26 that I’ve been working on little by little for like two weeks lol

Also I’m at a little dilemma regarding the chapter length so read till the end to help me decide 🙃

(this is like 90% Aloarmy lol)

Word count: 2,011 (unedited)

Running.

Aloha was running.

…

Aloha had made a mistake. He had accidentally revealed himself as a fae in front of all the people in the tavern. Of course, everyone in the tavern at that moment knew that fae were untrustworthy and dangerous. Monsters, even.

It was that moment when Aloha’s perfect life fell into ruins.

“Kill the fae!” somebody called out. Other people quickly joined in, chanting, “Kill the fae! Kill the fae!”

Now would be a good time to run, Aloha thought.

So he did. The front door of the tavern was blocked, but luckily there was a back door, so Aloha ran through that. The crowd chased him as he ran away from the tavern, staying behind the houses and away from the streets. But naturally, other people noticed the crowd chasing after him, and also grabbed their torches and pitchforks. And soon enough there was a huge crowd, nearly the whole town, chasing after Aloha.

Aloha ran and ran. He ran until his lungs burned and his legs felt like jelly, as the townspeople behind him continued to chase him.

After a while, Aloha managed to duck into an alley and hide from the crowd. He could still see the light of their torches from his hiding place. It made his stomach do a somersault, knowing that they now wanted him dead.

“Aloha…?”

It was a familiar voice that said his name.

Aloha turned around to see his best friend. Diver. He looked the same, shaggy pink hair, tanned skin, pointed half-elf ears, a snorkel mask for some reason. But distress was on his face, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Aloha started crying himself. He couldn’t believe his best friend for years was seeing him like this for the first time. His true fae form that he had been hiding all this time.

“Diver…I…” Aloha started to say—

But there was no time for explanation. The angry mob had found Aloha’s hiding place. They were coming after him, and he had to run.

“Aloha…!” Diver called out.

Aloha jumped off of the ground, propelling himself into the air with his wings. The crowd yelled in anger as he flew away. And Diver watched Aloha fly away, confused and distraught.

“I’m sorry…” Aloha said through his tears, looking down at Diver. His apology was so quiet he doubted Diver even heard it. Then he flew away.

…

That was the last time Aloha ever saw Diver.

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Aloha woke up with a start, panting as he sat up in his soft bed. As his dream—nightmare—played over and over in his head, he soon realized that he was alone in his bed. Army was gone.

Aloha frantically looked around, confused. That moment last night…it felt so far away and dreamlike. Was it all a dream? Had he really slept with Army at all?

But then Aloha realized that he wasn’t in the bed he had chosen that night. He was at the other side of the room, in Army’s bed. The bed Aloha had originally slept in was now cold, the sheets still ruffled around a bit.

It wasn’t a dream. That really had happened.

Just then, Army walked into the room from the adjoining bathroom, wearing casual clothes that he usually wore under his armor. His eyes landed on Aloha.

“Aloha, are you alright?” Army asked.

Aloha avoided eye contact with Army, stroking the soft sheets. It wasn’t just a nightmare he had had, he realized. It was a flashback. He could still remember the moment that that had actually happened, the same way it had happened in the nightmare.

“I…I had a…dream,” Aloha muttered.

“A bad dream?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Army was sitting on the foot of the bed now. He rested his hand on top of Aloha’s. Somehow, that made Aloha feel a little better.

“It was more of a flashback, I guess,” Aloha said. “I was back…I was back when…” Tears were starting to form in Aloha’s eyes. He could barely talk about this.

“Look, you don't have to talk if it makes you uncomfortable,” Army said. “Just know that I’m here, okay?”

The two were holding hands now, their fingers intertwined. Aloha looked up at Army, who gave him a soft smile. Those orange eyes—like a beautiful sunset—Aloha could stare at them all day.

Then, without thinking much, Aloha wrapped his arms around Army in a hug. His head rested on Army’s shoulder, and he squeezed his eyes shut as tears slid down his face. He then felt the comforting warmth of Army reciprocating the hug.

Which, despite his sadness, made him smile, just a little bit.

Aloha remembered back to when Galax had first found him, wandering around in the forest. Aloha had been so scared, thinking that the purple-haired sage was going to kill him, simply for being a fae. But that wasn’t the case. They just wanted to bring them together with the rest of the S4.

And they had succeeded.

“I’m glad Galax brought us together,” Aloha said, quietly through his tears. “I’m glad fate brought us together.”

Tell Army you love him, Aloha’s brain told him.

But, for whatever reason, Aloha couldn’t bring himself to.

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About half an hour later, the S4 was meeting up in the busy dining room of the inn. By this time, Aloha’s sadness had worn off, replaced by his usual loud cheerfulness. Or perhaps he was only masking it, just like he masked his fae traits in public.

“You two glad that there were separate beds this time?” Skull said, addressing Army and Aloha.

“Yeah, we were,” Army said, frowning. But yet, he was blushing.

“Ohh, why are you blushing?~” Skull teased, leaning in closer to Army.

“Oh shut up, Skull,” Army said, cracking a smile through his blush.

Aloha chuckled as he watched Skull and Army’s banter. A thought crossed his mind to say something about his and Avi’s relationship in response—but then he realized that would be pretty insensitive.

As the S4 made casual conversation, Mask was oddly quiet. He wasn’t always very talkative, but something seemed…off. “Mask, are you alright?” Aloha said.

“Oh? Yeah, I’m fiiiiiiiiine,” Mask said, apparently having been pulled out of some kind of trance. “Just…didn’t sleep weeeeeellll.”

“You never sleep very well, huh?” Army said. “I believe there might be magic for that.”

“Maaybeee there’s some kind of speeellll,” Mask muttered.

Mask hesitated for a few moments, and then said, “Do you believe in faaattteee?”

“Oh, well I’ve never really thought about that,” Aloha said. “But I mean, if we’re on a quest from a prophecy, I guess it’s real to some extent, huh?”

“Yeah, well that’s what I was thiiiinnking,” Mask said. “I mean, the prophecy said we’re supposed to save Corokina or whateveeerrr…but do we really have a choooiceeee? Or…is fate inevitable?”

“I don’t know if there’s any escaping fate,” Skull said. “Especially now that we’ve gone so far on this prophetic quest. Maybe everything that’s happened to us was inevitable…”

“Yo, why is this getting so deep all of a sudden—” Aloha said, but he was interrupted.

“Well, fate or not, we’re going to save Corokina,” Army said. “The final battle approaches, and we must be brave. The kingdom needs us!”

“On with his cheesy stuff agaaaaaiin,” Mask muttered.

“Awww, you’re so righteous, Army~” Aloha teased.

“Oh shut up, Aloha,” Army chuckled. Aloha just stuck his tongue out cockily.

“It’s cute when he does that…” Aloha muttered under his breath, looking away from Army and blushing a little. But Army apparently heard that, because he suddenly seemed flustered.

“Oh, look, our breakfast’s here!” Skull said. Indeed, a waiter was approaching the table, carrying trays of food; pancakes with a side of bread and fruit. The party was served their food, and it was quiet for a little bit as they ate. Then the conversation between the four adventurers started up again.

Four adventurers. Four friends.

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After a little bit, the dining room suddenly got louder as the other people of the inn started to stir, talking eagerly as they gradually left the inn. Something was definitely going on.

“What’s going on?” Army said to the others, confused.

“Oh, you must be new here,” an inn patron said as they walked past the S4’s table. “The Solstice Festival is starting!”

“Yes, yes, come, come!” another person said next to them. “No use staying here, the festivities are amazing!” The S4 then watched as the two people walked away, as well as many people around them.

“We didn’t even finish our breakfast yet…” Skull said.

“That doesn’t matter!” Aloha exclaimed. “There’s a festival starting now! A party! I bet there’s food, Skull, much better than this! C’mon, let’s go!”

“Alright, everyone,” Army said. “We’ll go to this Solstice Festival. But remember the reason we came here. Not to party, but to follow these evil vampires and stop their evil schemes.”

“Aww, seriously?” Aloha said. “You’re no fun, Army~”

“Oh, Aloha, we can still have fun at the festival,” Army said, rolling his eyes. “But we have to be responsible too. We can’t forget our quest. We can’t let Corokina down!”

“Can’t people hear usss?” Mask muttered. “We’re kind of in the middle of a dining roooomm.”

“No, they’re not focused on us,” Army said. “Now let us go!”

The S4 joined the crowd of people flocking out of the inn, and into the street. And those people weren’t lying when they said a festival was starting. The streets of Inopolis were filled with citizens and tourists alike, and booths lined the edges, selling trinkets and food and even offering some games of chance. Lively music played on every corner, mixing with the sound of people talking and laughing. And the streets were decorated with colorful banners and magical lanterns floating above, pulsing in all the colors of the rainbow. It was a truly magical sight.

“Woooow, look at all this!!” Aloha exclaimed, practically jumping up and down with excitement. “Ooooh, what should we do first? Look at what that person’s selling, that looks cool! Oh look over there, there’s—”

“Okay, everyone, it’s very crowded here, so we have to remember to stick—” Army started to address the S4, but before he got to finish his sentence, he was pulled away by Aloha.

“Aloha, what are you doing?!” Army said.

“Look, there’s people dancing over there!” Aloha exclaimed. “Let’s join them, it’ll be fun!”

“Of course, but we can’t just leave the others!” Army said.

Aloha blew a teasing raspberry. “They’ll be fine, they can find us! Don’t be such a party pooper, Army~”

“I’m not—” Army muttered, but stopped talking when Aloha came to a stop.

The two of them were now surrounded by a large gathering of dancing people, happily dancing to upbeat music being played by nearby musicians, standing on a platform right in front of the Sparkling Spring. Aloha smiled wide and started energetically dancing as well; moving his feet to the music, jumping up and down, flapping his hands a little. He was a really good dancer, of course, but at the moment he didn’t seem to be worried about his moves. He was just enjoying himself.

After a minute or two, Aloha looked to Army, who was just standing there awkwardly, watching Aloha and the other people dance. “What’s the matter?” Aloha asked him.

“I don’t know, it’s just…” Army sighed. “You seem so joyful, in the moment, but—”

“C’mon, you don’t need to be good!” Aloha said, taking Army’s hand. “Just feel the music!”

Aloha was holding both of Army’s hands now, guiding his steps to the beat of the music. Army blushing at the warmth of Aloha’s hands. But as he and Aloha danced hand in hand, Army smiled, closing his eyes joyfully as he felt the lively music around him.

There was still the distant threat of the X-Blood and Emperor, of course. But right now, all Army was focusing on was the present moment, dancing with Aloha.

And it felt wonderful.

…

okay now here’s the dilemma I have

I have like 2-3 scenes planned out for this chapter, but I thought that the chapter would be too long if I put those scenes in, so…

#coroika #coroika au #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #tales of corokina #tales of corokina update #writing #aloarmy #might as well tag that

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aceofstars16 · 8 months

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Headaches

Okay so...I found this old fic...I might share it on AO3 at some point too? But eh, I'll share it here first. (I put it on AO3 now)

It's like...a four year old fic, and I'm pretty sure it was going to be part of a continuation story I had for Gravity Falls. But it kind of works as a one shot too? I edited it a little, but it still has some of my old writing style to it lol

Also, don't ask me what is wrong with Stan, I'm like...pretty sure it was part of my idea for the continuation, with Bill kind of coming back, buuuut...for the sake of this fic maybe it's just some residual effects of Bill going into his mind? *shrugs*

Putting it under a read more because it's eh a fic, so over a thousand words lol

“Another headache?”

Stan waved his hand. “It’s nothing, I’ve had hangovers worse than this.”

Ford couldn’t help but frown. He'd seen Stan wince more in the past week than in the entire time he’d been back on this earth.

“Oh don’t look at me like that, Poindexter. Come on, we have work to do.”

Trying to brush away the knot of worry in his chest, Ford followed his brother out onto the deck. Just a headache. Ford knew better than that, he'd brushed aside a headache once…never again. But this was Stan, it could just be a headache. Then again, it could be something more.

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“Maybe you should take it easy.” Ford was hesitant to speak, seeing as Stan only seemed to get more stubborn when he brought it up, but the quiet grunts of pain coming from his brother scared him more than he’d like to admit.

“I’m fine. Besides, you wanted to…what was it? Study the stars or something with this.” Stan grumbled as he hammered a bolt into Ford’s makeshift beacon.

“Study the paranormal activities in the universe, yes. But it can wait, we won’t reach the next anomaly site for a few days. And it looks like a storm might be coming, so waiting would probably be best.”

In reality, setting up the beacon earlier would be better, especially if the storm was related to any disturbances in the multiverse, but Ford had put his work before his family for too long. Never again.

Stan huffed but looked at the clouds forming and shrugged. “Doesn’t look like it'll be a big one.”

“You never know. Come on, I’ll cook us something.”

“Is that supposed to entice me?” Stan quipped, punching Ford lightly on the shoulder – or lightly for Stan.

“My cooking isn’t that bad…though it did get me kicked out of a dimension once…How about I just heat up some soup from a can?”

“Fine, but none of that mushroom stuff.”

Ford tried not to show his relief at Stan’s acceptance of taking a break, and nodded. “Deal.”

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The ship rocked back and forth as the storm raged on outside. Stan’s snores filled the air as Ford stared at the notes in his new journal. But his mind wasn’t on them. It was distracted by memories. Bloody eyes, hysterical laughter, regret, and fear that froze him in his tracks.

Shaking his head, Ford tried to reason with himself. It was just his anxiety acting up again, he was being paranoid. Stan just had headaches from being at sea for so long, or from working a little too much. There were so many other explanations for it.

But as he looked at his brother, fear trickled down his spine. What if it really was more than Stan was letting on?

Pulling out the map, Ford quickly deducted where they were at, before searching for the closest city.

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“What do you need in town again?”

“Just some extra fuses and parts in case anything breaks.” Ford said quickly, looking at the address he had managed to find on the computer – he still preferred paper to electronics when it came to finding things, but he had to admit computers were a little faster.

“Can’t you just fix them with what we already have? Half of the boat is filled with junk only you know how to use.”

“Just taking precautions.” Ford said, waving his hand, though he couldn’t help but feel a little relieved that Stan seemed to be acting more like himself. He didn’t appear to have a headache today, which was good. Though it could make this trip a little harder. Doubt crept into Ford’s mind. Maybe the headaches really were just something that would go away on their own. But the nagging worry in his chest kept Ford moving forward. He wasn’t going to gamble on this, not when it could hurt Stan.

Stan didn’t respond so Ford once again focused on finding the correct building. It was easier to spot than he thought, though he did notice the internet had it wrong. See, paper was better.

“Hey, that’s not a machine shop. Sixer, what is this?!?”

Ford had been expecting resistance, but he still let out a sigh. “As I said, it’s just a precaution. You’ve been having these headaches far too much for my liking.”

“You have got to be kidding me! I’m not going to some scam artist and paying them money for a headache that is just a headache!” Turning on his heels, Stan started marching back towards the ship, but Ford quickly bolted forward and grabbed his arm.

“Stanley. Please.”

Those two words stopped Stan in his tracks and he glanced back, meeting Ford’s eyes. An understanding passed between them, or maybe Stan just saw the worry Ford knew must have been brimming in his eyes.

“Fine.” Stan consented, but poked Ford’s chest. “But it’s a waste of time and when they say nothing is wrong you owe me some toffee peanuts and ice cream.”

Forcing a small smile on his mouth, Ford nodded. “Okay, though I doubt we’ll find toffee peanuts here.”

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They found toffee peanuts.

The doctor’s visit was, as Stan put it, a paranoid waste of time and money. And maybe he was right, maybe the headaches were just a result of stress, as the doctors said. But that didn’t stop the worry in Ford’s chest, in fact it almost seemed to be worse after the doctor’s analysis.

“Come on Sixer, cheer up. You can’t be right all the time.” Stan tossed an arm over Ford’s shoulder, a triumphant grin on his face.

A small smile touched the edge of Ford’s mouth. At least Stan was acting like himself, which was a good sign. Paranoia. Maybe thirty years in the multiverse had made him a little too suspicious of things.

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Days passed, and Stan seemed much better. Ford found his anxiety easing, if only a little. Yes, he still tried to keep an eye out to see if Stan was wincing or holding his head, but as far as he could tell, the headaches were gone.

“Just a little higher!” Ford called, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the beacon. The trip to town had added a few days to their anomaly trip, but now they were almost there.

“Always have to have it just right, hey Six-AGH!”

Ford froze as he saw Stan grab his head and fell to the deck.

“STANLEY!”

Rushing over to his brother’s side, Ford dropped to his knees. “Stanley?”

A groan was the only response and fear wrapped itself around Ford’s heart. He knew he should’ve insisted upon more testing, or medication, or something!

“Come on, let’s get you inside.”

Stan didn’t respond, but when Ford pulled him to his feet, he was standing mostly on his own, though he leaned heavily on Ford as they made their way inside.

Despite his own physical strength, Ford was panting as he helped Stan onto his bed – though maybe worry was a part of his fatigue. Plus, he wasn’t exactly thirty years old anymore.

As soon as Stan was lying down, Ford started rummaging around the cabin, looking for ibuprofen or any other pain reliever, along with ice and heat packs. All the while trying not to dwell on the fact that they were in the middle of the ocean, days away from the closest doctor.

“Sixer?”

Ford froze as Stan spoke and quickly rushed over with the few things he had found. “I’ve got you Stanley, here take these and you should-”

As he glanced up, the words stuck in his mouth. The world flipped and the air grew thin. Ford couldn’t breathe. He swore he could hear laughing, though maybe that was just a broken mind replaying sounds from all those years ago. From when he had felt blood falling from his eye, when Bill had used him. Only now it wasn’t his eye that was bleeding. It was Stan’s.

“No…no no no no.” It was the only word Ford could gasp out as memories, fears, total paranoia overtook him. Yellow eyes everywhere. Maniacal laughter. Crushing guilt. A mistake he could never fix. Screams mixed into the laughter, phantom pain raced through every inch of his body and there was no escaping it.

“And you thought you were the smart one, Fordsy.”

“Stanford Pines.”

“Fordsy Fordsy Fordsy”

“Sixer.”

“Outcast, just like us.”

Bill was everywhere, mocking him.

The voices blurred together. Ford could see them, he could feel them. Bill was in his head. Even though he couldn’t be, the metal plate kept him out. But he swore he could feel him.

“Sixer.”

A gasp turned into a sob was the only response Ford could make to the noise in his mind.

“Ford!”

Sharp pain shot through Ford’s head and he looked around, and he realized he was on the ship, staring at Stan – whose brow was creased with pain and whose eye was still bleeding – but who was gripping his shoulders, lifting him up from the ground.

“St-Stanley…”

“Ford, what…? Are you okay?”

“I…” His chest still felt tight, and Ford swore he could still hear Bill. It was only when he glanced at Stan again that he realized his brother was blurry through the tears in his eyes. And compared to Stan’s firm grip on his shoulders, he was shaking like a leaf.

“Ford, gosh darnit, TALK TO ME!”

“Bill…it…he…” Then a sob escaped his mouth. Ford hadn’t felt so broken in…well maybe it hadn’t been that long but that didn’t make it any less terrifying.

Arms wrapped around him and another sob escaped his mouth as he let himself hide in his brother’s embrace.

“That triangle is gone, Sixer. And if he comes back, I’ll punch him in his stupid eye. Got it?”

Ford couldn’t form a response, only a whimper escaped his mouth, but he managed a small nod and Stan’s arms tightened around him. He didn’t deserve such a good brother, after all he'd done, Stan was still there for him, hugging him when he was the one with a bloody eye and terrible headache.

“Got it?” Stan spoke again and Ford would’ve laughed if his mind and body weren’t so jumbled up.

“Got it.” Ford could only speak in whisper, but Stan seemed satisfied.

“Good.”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #ford pines #stan pines #sea grunks #gravity falls fanfiction #aceo writes things #was that my tag? I do not remember it has been a looong time #call this practice for when I hopefully finish timetrapped lol #have fun and enjoy the writings of little - not as traumatized and broken me

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I really, REALLY loved your analysis of the latest episode of GAP and since you mentioned Mon, I gotta say on my second re-watch of ep 11 i really felt bad for her.

Mon as a character has been the heart of the show in many ways & she’s brought positivity and light into everything she’s done (she’s like that meme ‘‘looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll’ 😂)

However what makes me feel for her, is that try as she might whenever she’s confronted, she’s never able to fight back. I’ve seen a lot of ppl say that she did the right thing by staying quiet throughout the whole confrontation and just being there to support Sam, but here’s the thing, even if she wanted to she probably couldn’t have done anything.

I mean she tried to fight back against Kirk when he came to see her but ultimately lost against him. He won solely for the fact that he’s a man (and even though he’s also probably wealthy) to Sam’s grandmother that’s more than enough reason to marry Sam off to him.

As for Sam’s grandmother what could Mon possibly have to bargain with her? She’s not descended from royalty, her socioeconomic status will never come close to Sam’s and she’s a woman (it’s like she ticked all the boxes lol)

With all that said, you can kinda see why she probably felt so helpless 🥲

Mon is the heart of the show for real. Everything we see is basically through her eyes. The thing is, that Mon's story was about coming into herself and falling for Sam. She was in no way whatsoever prepared to go up against Grandma, or Kirk, so that was why I was proud of her for getting through that conversation with him. Technically neither Mon or Sam were prepared, neither have had anyone TO fight for at this point in their lives. It's both of their's first relationship, first love, first time, etc. Whereas if we'd had a straight couple the same ages as Mon and Sam, they would have had numerous relationships and would have had to fight before for a variety of reasons. I would say the whole first half of the series was showing the audience Mon coming to terms with her sexuality. She was 22 or 24? No boyfriend, even though she had Nop right there? She idolized Sam, as shown by the multiple photoboards and Mon following Sam's education path. You could argue that Mon was so in love with Sam that she never thought to question her orientation, but I would say that Mon knew on some level that she liked women. Her fantasies about Sam the first couple episodes were in no way straight, lol. I would also say people could make an argument that the way she dresses, the girly pink, princess type, is a direct result of her being closeted to even herself. Mon had already faced hardship, for being half british, so not coming out to herself and idolizing Sam was a way of protecting herself while trying to be happy. When we first see Mon, it's of her getting dressed to go out to a concert, and basically the show is giving us: here's your lead, here she is putting on her armor to go out into the world. And as she is getting dressed, she's talking about how idols can give you inspiration, idols can "make us smile when we are in sorrow" and when she finishes getting dressed she stares at one of her boards of Sam and presses a kiss to it with her fingers. I say all that because Mon is a good person, but she's a deeply insecure person. You can have convictions and stand up for what is right, but not have the strength to stand up for yourself. Which explains why Mon is so willing to push back against Sam when it comes to the rules and Sam's behavior, but she hides behind her clothes and "if i was a guy I'd make a move on you". Or "how would two girls together even work", while not batting an eyelash when she's introduce to Sam's friends and Tee flirts with her and is obviously gay. Mon got teased and bullied for being half British, she went to all the schools Sam did, so we can assume she was bullied for not having money in addition to being a "halfy". I would even go as far as to say that part of her outgoing personality is a fake it until you make it situation. Mon took that bullying and made a persona that was good, pure, righteous, and she lived so that people saw that. But she did so at the cost of experiencing love, freedom and growing as an individual. And in doing that, made it so that she never had to confront anyone since she was always respectful and a good girl. The second half of the season was Mon figuring out how Sam and her work together, but also coming into her own and trying to find where she fits in the world now that she's with Sam openly. That's why the scene with their friends encouraging her to tell Sam was important. Unfortunately Grandma and Kirk are the flipside, so for Mon to go from the biggest obstacle to her own happiness being herself, she was fully unprepared to be back up for Sam in anyway during the final confrontation.

We all know Mon is a good person, but specific to the confrontation with Kirk, this was a really well thought out way to guilt Mon on his part. He apologizes for her being fired, passively asserting the fact that he has a company while she doesn't have a job; but he says it in a way like they are still friends, as if it really does cause him pain. Then tells her he and Sam are getting married, hoping to chip away at her conscience and confidence. At this point, Kirk knows he's gotten her to keep secrets from Sam. How? He was her friend/ she respected him. He knows he can push those respect and civility buttons, and get her to listen to him. And when that works, he takes a left turn and tells her people will think she's a homewrecker. Which is twofold: if she has a conscience/pride the homewrecker thing hurts, but it also implies that Sam and Kirk will look bad as well, and even Kirk knows that Mon doesn't want anyone to think badly of Sam, while he's also playing into whatever friendship she thinks they have had.

But Mon doesn't care about those things at the moment because she's all about Sam. She's also been trying to convince herself that this role of being the mistress can work. Mon let herself believe that her and Sam are actually going to be able to live together, even if it's not the way she had just started to allow herself to believe in (being married). I really think that's why Mon says that she would do anything to be with Sam. Mon from episode 9 would have never said that to Kirk, she actually tried to save his feelings when Sam told him the truth. But in this vital moment of trying to keep herself and Sam afloat, to still believe that they can make it and their love is enough? She metaphorically threw down the gauntlet saying Sam was hers.

That's why I was proud of her. She said 'Sam is mine' to his face. Mon said I can be anything Sam wants me to be. Mon was no longer afraid because she had come to terms with her identity and her feelings for Sam. Sam gave her the opportunity and the space to grow. Mon from episode 1 never would have made a move on someone engaged. She never would have been a mistress. But since she came out and accepted her feelings for Sam, she actually started to own her life. She started taking an agency, instead of just doing 'the right thing' or following Sam's path.

And Kirk, he flips and starts talking about how they both love Sam, so she should want Sam to be happy and live a normal life. He chose to go down the homophobic path because he wasn't expecting her to stand up for herself or Sam. Sure he sprinkles in little comments like he's concerned for her welfare if they continue in a relationship. About how he just wants Sam to be happy with him, but Mon would be ruining that herself. He, by pure luck, had to fall back on homophobia because Mon stood up for herself. Unfortunately, it was the right button to press with Mon who was only newly out of the closet.

Kirk actually picked the perfect time to come burst her bubble, and Mon just starts pulling back on all of her old armor, while she remembers the convo and cries on the stairs. (Go back and look at her outfits in part 2 and 3 of the ep, they are very different.) So yeah Mon was vulnerable and helpless. She had only just started to believe Sam again that they could make it when they went to the grandma's. That's why Sam didn't want her in the house/palace. If Mon had tried to interject, Grandma would have ripped her apart, and then Sam would have lost it on Grandma.

So Mon sat through that fight and watched Sam, because at that point the only thing she could do was support Sam. Anything else would have inadvertently hurt Sam. And because she was silently supporting Sam, that's why she saw how worried Sam was about grandma. That's why Mon shook her head every time Neung told Sam to do it for Mon. Watch closely, Mon only shakes her head when Neung says to leave for Mon. Mon would never ask Sam to leave when Sam believes that grandma was collapsing.

#gap the series #I never meant to get into the wardrobe #my bad

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vtforpedro · 1 year

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update - tw in tags please read

I’ve been meaning to make a life/health/disability update the last week or so but those things don’t really matter to me right now. My cat Isis, my soulmate if ever there was one, died in my arms on Thursday morning at 10:32 AM. It happened after I heard a long, mournful yell/groan from her at 10:25 AM. She was fine before, then dead in my arms in seven minutes. 11 years and 1 month old. No warning, no lead up. To say I am devastated is an understatement. I genuinely don’t know how to live without my soulmate. She took half of me with her and my half, well... it’s circling the drain and has been for years. It’s why I’ve always said my cats and my mom are the only reasons I don’t unalive myself. My relationship with my mom is ruined and she won’t do family therapy, and my soulmate is gone. I love all of my pets the same, give them the same love, but there is the once in a lifetime or very rare animal in a long line of them who is just different and that was Isis. Tomorrow will be my third morning waking up and not seeing her come to greet me. She did that on the day she passed but I hung out in bed too long so she went to the bedroom. 10-12 minutes later and as I was getting up, I heard her cry. After attempting CPR, I knew the second she died and the ER vet’s front desk told me sometimes they choose when to go as I wailed with agony. She didn’t fucking choose this. She’d choose to be home if she could. Warm and loved. Not fucking that. I held her in my arms for 40 minutes. Then I held her on her favorite blanket on my lap for almost two hours. We wrapped her in another favorite blanket when we took her to the vet. We spoke with her vet, who is quite familiar with her, and he said it was likely a blood clot or sudden heart issue from what I described. Nothing to be done and no way I could have saved her. She felt pain and fear, but for a brief time she was aware that I was with her and I hope she was comforted by my presence in some way. I’m getting her cremains and a paw print back and one day I’d like to commission art of her. Right now, all I can think about is that I had not yet fully healed from the LP over a year ago so I could sit on the couch and she would lay on my chest and purr for an hour before falling asleep. What healing she’s given me for 10 years. Through some of the lowest points of my life, she has kept me going. I adopted her on May 5th, 2013. I lost her on May 18th, 2023. She was 11 going on kitten. Life is cruel and unfair. I wouldn’t wish going through those seven minutes of agony on anyone and I would turn back the clock to save her from the pain and fear, as she felt them both acutely. Life is so terrible to such innocent beings who have unconditional and insane amounts of love to give, as Isis did to anyone and everyone she knew longer than a day. Everyone always told me how sweet she was. They were always so shocked at how loud her purr was, the very reason I adopted her. I cannot believe I am never going to hear it or feel it again. I don’t want to believe it. She did everything with me and my morning routines are excruciating right now because she isn’t there. She went on most bathroom trips with me, we chatted up a storm every day, she laid in her designated second computer chair at my side, always always always laid at my side on the recliner or couch, and purred purred purred. Isis was the funniest, sweetest, most talkative, comforting, attention-hogging, purring machine. She was orange and proud of it. An instigating little shit and also proud of it. She is with me and I am with her, I hope. I’m still coming down from the shock of what happened but I don’t think this heavy grief will go away for a long time. The apartment has gotten too quiet and I’m lonelier than ever. Lilly is my lovebug and honey bun and she is looking for Isis all the time. Not because they were friends, but Isis did not let her have a moment’s peace! lol But watching her look for her is still incredibly painful. She was fully aware something was happening to Isis, as I had to push her away twice during those seven minutes, but not the concept of death certainly. Still, it’s only been 2.5 days and Lilly is becoming more anxious and restless. She spent today out in the living room with me. Almost all day. She is queen of the Queen Bed Kingdom and the bedroom is her territory (she and Isis had many words about it), so it was really unusual. Isis never really let her put her guard down out here and I hope she starts to. She will stop looking for Isis much sooner than I will. I see her everywhere. I feel her against my leg. I hear her. I feel the touch of her soft fur, of her headbutts, her cold nose as she always tries to lick my chin and cheeks and forehead and nose. I feel as if I could simply say Isis and she’d brrp and be here again. I don’t want to adopt another cat. I want to hang on for Lilly if I can. I want Isis with me again, even if it’s only her name on an urn and the fleeting touch of her paw in clay. But how I long to go back and experience adopting her and having her for another decade at my side. Maybe she’ll stop by my dreams and they’ll be kind ones instead. ☀️

#vtforpedro personal #tw animal death #tw pet death #tw poor mental health #i am not doing well #i was not prepared to say goodbye #not for many more years

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bera-post-things · 2 years

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Yandere Kaeya X Fem maid reader

Artist credit: @gekido.2

A/N: I just got one of his constellations aren’t those pretty rare? Rarer than a 5 star? I think I’ve heard that somewhere oh well moving on

Prompt: The Calvary captain and the Handsome mischievous Prince of the fallen kingdom of Khaneriah him self and a maid who worked for his brother who he has taken quite the liking into you recently and you can help but notice as does everyone around you he boasts about it so loudly to the poeple at the bar on the streets he laughs so while slugging a hand over your shoulder as you two walked back to a bar as he offered you to take you home but you instead toke him home instead due to his drunkenness as you carried him he slurred out “you know I love you right Y/N?” He would say as you looked at him “yes you’ve been saying it all of this week and last week” you said blushing you truly didn’t know and will never ever truly understand what the Calvary captain saw in you when you caught his attention you thought it was all just a hoax and sick joke made by one of your coworkers but you never truly did expect that the Calvary captain did actually catch some feeling for you which you all just innocently brushed off everyone knew that the Calvary captian was a big playboy he has practically has every girl in Mondstat swooning over him married or not and that reputation has stayed with him no matter how much he tried to show that he changed for you he’d always say as you ignored him and cotinued sweeping frustrating him muttering you’ll see just you wait as you cotinued focusing on sweeping…

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Reworking the smut sence cause I think it’s bad lmao

Warnings:Yandere,Forced Pregnancy,smut,

Warning!: very bad written smut ahead and strangely descriptive of smut be warned!

It was yet another day as you woke up in your room as the other maids came in and woke you up as you mumbled slightly”yes yes I’m up I’m up” you told them as they rushed downstairs to prepare the young masters breakfeast as you got up and went to brush your teeth and get dressed into your maid outfit as you got dressed you walked down stairs seeing all the maids standing by the young master diluc with Kaeya his brother sitting across the table from him as the brothers had a glaring match with just Kaeya looking away smirking as he saw you”oh Y/N there you are how are you doing? Babygirl?(that’s so cringey to include lol reading to much Wattpad stories does that to you) as yiu stilled not even being able to walk down the last few steps of the steps as you looked at Kaeya “why was he here? He usually comes here unless it something very important” you thought as the situation dawned on you was this about you rejecting yesterday? as yiu started to speak “wait Master Kaeya if this is about yesterday I’m very sorry but your just not my type and I hop-“ you said stopping mid sentence as Kaeya raised his hand at you making you pause “don’t worry about that Y/N dear that was just in the ‘past’ he said as he fanned his hand to the side with a smile as you awkwardly walked down the stairs to going on with the other maids and Adelinde as you watched Kaeya and Diluc exchange word across the table mostly Diluc giving him glare and talking only briefly stopping half of the time to eat his steak and mash potatoes and his grape juice and half the time glaring at his brother as Kaeya just laughs the whole atmosphere at the dinning room was quiet and tense you shifted awkwardly at the silence but also…

You could feel Kaeyas burning gaze on you the whole time the whole time the two siblings where eating you could feel his ice blue eyes on you the whole time you could tell that he was looking at your uniform and the uniform that you had on was quite revealing it was issued by Adelinde herself you’ve requested a change of uniform to her but it was always rejected for some reason(*cough* *cough* Kaeyas *cough* the reason *cough* *cough* now where was I?) as you stood there trying to fix your uniform so it wouldn’t be so revealing such as your chest and dress but failing horribly you ended up revealing your bra to him making his eyes go dark and a mischievous smirk go onto his handsome face as you shivered from his intense gaze as he licked his lips before excusing himself as he requested you to come with him”oh Master Diluc could so borrow Y/N for a second I have something that I need that I can’t reach by myself” despite his obvious lie Diluc relented nodding as Adelinde pushed you forwards whispering “go ahead don’t disappoint master Diluc remember your training as you constantly shook your head at her she glared at you making you sigh and walk towards him saying “Ok Master Kaeya what do you need of me?” You said as you looked into his eyes you could see the hunger and lust in his eyes as he said “oh just follow me I’ll lead you there…” as he walked out the room to the guest bedroom instantly pushing you onto the bed caging you in between his hands. “How naughty dear I didn’t know you wanted it this much” he whispered into your ear as your eyes widened as you tried to push him off “what! no, no, I never wanted this I thought I told you to leave me alone!” You yelled at him as you tried to get him off you only leading to Kaeya only chuckling “oh then what about your little display at the dinning room huh? That’s telling me otherwise…” he said as you tried to speak before his mouth on you’re kissing you stealing your first kiss(let’s just say you where saving your first kissing for your lover) as you eyes widened as he French kissed you(oh boy I’m cringing at writting this D:) as his tongue enters your mouth stealing all the breath out of you as he broke the kiss( I keep typing Kids fuck why is the D so close to the S ughh) now looking down at you breathless

WARNING SMUT! IF YOUR NOT COMFORTABLE BACK OFF OR SCROLL FOR A BIT YEAH? ALRIGHT

As he started to tear apart your maid uniform “ you don’t need this anymore “ he said as he threw the pieces of the torn apart dress to the side as you laid there still breathless from the kiss giving no retaliation he continued his assault(I’m visibly cringing) on your Cjest as he saw your bra he kicked his lips as he ripped off your bra throwing it aside into the pile of where your dress was revealing your breast to him as lust completely toke over him as he started to lick your the tip of your breast as shock went through your whole body(this is my first time writting smut so I’m going off an example from other genshin smut writers) the shock going to your our head it made your brain feel numb sd he continued licking your breast as he gropped them as pleasure started to take over your mind as you let out a moan Kaeya smirked “see I knew that you’d come around eventually” he said as you only looked to the side eyes dazed from the amount of pleasure that your getting from him just licking the tips of your breast as he smirked you where to dazed to even notice him taking off his pants as you felt something poke at your butt as your eyes widened some part of your proper mind came back to you as you reeled back well tried cause of his hold on you “stop we shouldn’t do this Master Kaeya please stop” you said before being pushed into the guest bed as he roughly entered you as there was shock on your face for a second before all of that started to turn into pleasure as Kaeya continued to thrust into you as you let out a soft moan loud enough for Kaeya to hear as he smirked as he said “oh? Your enjoying this huh? Well don’t mind do I do” he said before thrusting into you more hardly as you let out a moan(yea that’s as far as I can go without wanting to stop I’ll just leave it to your imagination)

Time skip to after you two finished

as you two finished with him thrusting a few more times before feeling a warm liquid pour into you as you jerked you head backwards in pleasure and moaning as he pulled out of you leaving you laying on the bed not even able to feel your legs from the thrill ride that he gave you a second ago your mind still dazzled in pleasure as he pulled out as you could only let out little moans as he pulled out of your leaving his cum to start to pour out of you pussy as he stood up from the bed “well that’s that oh wait one more thing” he said as he went up to you and slid a wedding ring onto your finger before getting dressed“in my culture who ever you gave your virginity to is your eternal partner is that right darling?” He said as you could only only mumble something unintelligent out of your mouth your mind still dazed from all the pleasure and the thrill ride that just happened not even even a minute ago you would surely not be able to walk for at least a week or so as he smirked “perfect” he said as he swooped you up and covering up your nude body with a blanket and going out the window landing on the soft grass as he walked off into the night with you and him and your child but you didn’t know that oh but he did… as he walked away from the mansion into the Mondstat with everyone looking at him and your nude body only barley covering your breast they could even still see the thick globs of cum dripping down your thighs and onto the stone pathway for fuck sakes ther was a whole puddle of cum on the road as he didn’t care and just carried you yo his house thinking this would say that this would tell everyone that your his right? as he would just glare at them making them look away walking past sara and Eury,Majorie, as he carried you through the alley ways eventually making it to his house and walking laying you frown no the bed looking at the ring on your fingers smirking “now you can’t get away from me darling” as he looked at the pool of his cum pool around your legs he would need to wash the sheets after you wake up… and when you wake up you would feel so sore(oh boy) but he would be ready that’s what a good husband is supposed to do right?

You would be baby trapped to him with him always bringing up the your child and that you can never get a proper job only able to stay with him as his eternal wife and he would always bring up how he is the only one who can provide for you to when you two argue about you wanting to get away from him and dangling the possibility that he could arrest you if you dared to try to escape him and left Mondstat for Liyue which isn’t a possibility he will do lt if it is necessary

#yandere genshin impact #yandere #genshin impact #yandere kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya smut #genshin impact smut

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velvetyh · 2 years

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Helloo! I don't really know if you made a post like this before (and I also saw your post abt tbz mtl a switch/sub/dom) but who do you think in the boyz are mtl into voyeurism? idk I just haven't seen anyone do a mtl abt voyeurism before so yeah and uh also can you also add if they are like a voyeur or like BEING voyeured. That's it thanks! ^^

hi sweetheart!

i think i’ve talked like once on my blog about voyeurism and i keep the same opinion… let’s go!!

mtl voyeurism

hyunjae (he’d love to watch you pleasure yourself, would either touch himself on top of his pants or if he feels risky he’d slip his cock out of his underwear)

juyeon (we been knew that the world goes too fast for him… if he sees you doing your business on your own, he’d be startled at first, but would instantly get a boner, even if he tries to look away. he’s bolder than hyunjae tho, would remove his pants to be more comfortable palming himself. if that can help him getting caught faster, he doesn’t see a problem)

sunwoo (doesn’t touch himself, just stares. his boner looks so painful that if you catch him, you’re almost the one offering to relieve him. he’d never turn that kind of offer down, wanting to experience how your lips and tongue feel on his cock.)

eric (poor baby has to relieve himself or he would be moody for the rest of the day. touches himself yet has to bite his lips to mute his moans and grunts because you just look so good pleasuring yourself... likes to imagine you whispering his name between your breathy moans, making him more sensitive than ever and shakily cum all over his hand)

changmin (he’s so quiet that you don’t even notice him leaning against the doorframe, observing you. he has the resist the urge to pounce into you and fuck you into oblivion. the tent in his pants is more than visible but he doesn’t care, his attention is on you and you only. leaves as quietly as he came once you reached your high, jerking off in the shower while thinking about your pretty moans and facial expressions, making him cum in a matter of seconds)

sangyeon (absolutely loves this sight. doesn’t matter if he get a boner or cum in his pants, he cannot move nor remove his eyes from your sweat-covered body. would love to replace your toy with his cock, but that means your relation would shift to something else, and he doesn’t want to lose you because of a horny decision. at least not yet.)

younghoon (like eric, he has to relieve himself in some way or he’ll get mood swings. he cannot stop thinking about you after seeing you in such an intimate, private state, yet he doesn’t do anything. however, if it happens again, we wouldn’t hesitate to do something. either touching himself or fuck you, that’s for him to decide.)

jacob (would get shy if he saw you completely naked on your bed as he walked past your bedroom to get access to his, despite you purposefully leaving the door half open. you know he’s here, probably hiding in the corridor, behind the door, but he wouldn’t dare doing anything without your consent, even if he hears his name among your moans. you’ll both talk about it the next morning, when everything is back to normal and maybe, just maybe, it will lead to something.)

kevin (like jacob, doesn’t do anything. doesn’t mean that he doesn’t think about it when he jerks off though.)

haknyeon (would get shy too but would stay longer than everyone else, almost getting caught as you were about to leave your room for a glass of water. would love to be the reason of your (s)creaming lol)

chanhee (would stay a few seconds behind your door because he wasn’t sure if it really was what he thought it was, would get bright red after hearing a very pronounced moan, your beautiful sounds bouncing around his mind, preventing him from focusing on his activities.)

mtl being voyeured

sunwoo (he’s an attention whore. would actually love to jerk off to an audience. if you are roommates for example and he knows that you are home, he’d purposefully be loud or play a porn loudly so you get curious and come around to watch him… would love to get caught in the act too)

changmin (he’s a freak. if you spy on him, he’d actually feel a presence and pretend that he didn’t see or hear anything, and as he’s about to cum, he’d look up at you and pick up the pace, mouth falling slightly ajar as his cum splatters all over his abdomen. eventually you’re the one embarrassed of getting caught, not him LOL)

hyunjae (he’s so cocky and confident that he doesn’t mind getting an audience. would actually fuel his ego if you were staring. just like changmin, would jerk off harder while maintaining eye contact, tongue poking his cheek as he grunts in pleasure)

eric (probably listened once to sunwoo ranting about how sexy it would be to jerk off in front of someone, and now it became one of his main kinks. watches a lot of 🟠⚫️ from this category since he doesn’t have anyone to do it with. would actually jerk off faster and his moans would get higher if he knows you’re watching. especially you, since how hot you are to him)

jacob (please watch him jerk off. he absolutely loves this. he loves to know that you are watching and probably getting turned on by his cock and his body, would purposefully make his voice huskier, raspier because he just knows he’s sexy like that, would think of you while cumming, closing his eyes to imagine you standing him front of him to watch him, even if you’re not actually hiding behind his door)

sangyeon (if he knows that you were here, he’d be a bit startled at first, yet a rush of pride would quickly flood his veins and turn him into a cocky beast. would thrust his cock into his fist, imagining that it was yours, sometimes looking up to see if you were still observing him. wouldn’t mind if you left, but would offer you a show if you decided to stay)

chanhee (despite being a flustered mess, he’d love being voyeured. he would continue to do his thing, his rosy cheeks matching his hair beautifully. (yes im a fan of his pink hair fight me) would cum quicker than he imagined, but that’s one of the best orgasms he’s ever had)

juyeon (he’s too focused that he doesn’t even realise that you are here. he’s someone very private so i feel like he’d get shy.)

haknyeon younghoon and kevin (i see them as kinda secretive and don’t want to get caught. if being voyeured counts as jerking off while someone is watching, then count them in, but other than that, i feel like it’s not their cup of tea (im all ears if you want to politely disagree!))

#applesooyoung #kpop smut #the boyz #tbz #the boyz smut #tbz smut #the boyz x reader

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laxmiree · 1 year

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Small tidbits from Shining Nikki collab event - Lucien’s part

✧ Love and Producer X Shining Nikki Collab Event ✧ Prologue | Amusement Park Rides | Small tidbits from Shining Nikki event (you’re here!)

Puppet Theater - [The Lonely Scientist]

More under the cut~

So basically, Nikki and her friends are also stuck in Paperland. And to return to their own world, they have to take photos with our boys from Loveland City. They went to the aquarium and saw a sleeping whale there. The whale doesn’t seem to be in the right state.

(T/N: ‘the player’ in SN will be refered as ‘Nikki’s friend’ and Lucien’s MC as ‘Girl’)

Nikki: This whale doesn't seem to be in the right state….

Nikki’s friend: Huh, there seems to be the sound of another whale here.

Like a distant song, something that resembles the whale's low voice echoes in the empty aquarium.

In the corner not far away, Nikki saw a man carefully adjusting a particular device, and from time to time, he leaned over slightly and whispered something to a girl.

Momo: How suspicious ...... The sound is coming from that device! Is that man doing something to the whale!

(his sus-ness level is too high LOL)

Momo's voice was quite abrupt in the quiet aquarium, attracting the couple's attention not far away.

Girl: Kitty, it's not what you think it is.

Girl: We are also very worried about the condition of this whale, so we tried to use the instrument to simulate the sound frequency of the whale and communicate with it. Maybe we can find the reason for its deep sleep.

The man always put on a gentle smile, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes when he looked at Momo.

Lucien: If there were no barriers to communication like with this cat, there would be no need for this complicated device, so you must be a special cat.

Momo: Even though I'm not a cat, since you are so intelligent and discerning, I won't doubt you for now!

Nikki: Are you also guests of Paperland?We are from Miraland, my name is Nikki, and they are my friends.

Lucien: Hello, my name is Lucien

Girl: We came here by accident from Loveland City and saw this whale as soon as we walked into the aquarium.

Nikki: How is the whale doing?

Lucien: Based on the limited information obtained from the device, the whale's physiological health was not abnormal, and only dreaming happily.

Momo: Do whales also dream?

Lucien: When a whale sleeps, its brain is usually half dormant and half awake, so it can keep breathing while it sleeps. Whales never really sleep, but they do dream.

Lucien: It was just that the whale in front of us peacefully indulged in a dream.

Momo: It must be a beautiful dream!

Nikki’s friend: Is this whale is too immersed in the beautiful dream that it does not want to wake up?

Lucien: Perhaps the whales in the Paperland are unique, but if they continue to spend long hours in a sleepy state, there is also the possibility of drowning.

Nikki: If we can know what the whale has been dreaming, we may be able to find a way to wake it up.

Lucien: I've done some research on dreams. If we can find a suitable medium related to the whale's consciousness, we may be able to enter its dreams and find out what is going on.

Nikki: I seem to feel the power of memory in the ocean.

Nikki: Perhaps we can use the styling power to resonate with the memories hidden in the ocean. …It's a kind of power that use styling to move someone’s heart.

Girl: It sounds like a magical and romantic power.

Lucien nodded to the girl, and a soft smile surfaced in his eyes.

Lucien: We can give it a try. After all, the aquarium also holds very important memories for the two of us.

The colorful fish lazily swim by, and the waves float with iridescence and starry light.

Momo: Wow! It's like we've entered a painting.

Whale: Welcome to this place

Momo: Meow?! Wh-whales can talk too?!

Whale: You are in my dreams. So, you can hear my voice.

Nikki: Can you tell us why you dwell on your dreams and don't want to wake up?

The whale's tail gently raises the waves of the sea, and another picture emerges from the refraction of light.

The lake surrounds the quiet forest, the moonlight is brimming, and the twinkling stars are dancing on the lake's surface.

Momo: It's Starheaven Town!

In the old wooden house near the lake, a little girl in a wheelchair leaned against the window, her eyes reflecting Lake Silvermoon in the night.

Little Girl: Although Lake Silvermoon is very beautiful, I still want to see the sea. But the sea is too far away....

The little girl took the brush in her hand, and the white paper fell with brightly colored waves, fish, and a giant whale living in the depths of the sea.

Little Girl: The ocean is so vast. Will someone hear your voice?

Whale: She imagines that she is a whale in the depths of the ocean, and her frequency is different from everyone else's, so her companions cannot hear her call.

Lucien: And you heard the little girl's wish, right?

Whale: That day, a small splash appeared next to me, and then I heard her voice.

Whale: I saw her imagination and felt her loneliness and desire. I wanted to help her, but I could only talk with her in her dreams.

Nikki: We are from Miraland. Maybe we can take her out of Starheaven to see the real ocean and whales.

Lucien: In addition to being able to see the ocean, I think she also needs a gentler environment to grow up in and to meet people who will understand her better.

Nikki: Yeah. We can contact Angelic prayer home, where she can have many friends.

Whale: Thank you, now I can wake up with no worries.

The magnificent dream fades away, and the scene in front of us becomes a huge glass display again. The awakened whale swishes its tail and sings a gentle tune.

Lucien: You can use this ultrasonic device to record the whale's voice and bring it to the little girl in Starheaven.

Nikki: Okay. Even if that little girl didn't come to Paperland, she would still know that she is not alone.

Nikki: And even in another time and space, there is a whale that will understand her frequency and give her a gentle echo.

Nikki: By the way, did we just enter the deepest dream?

Nikki’s friend: In other words, Lucien and his company are probably the tourists we are looking for

Momo: Let's take a picture with them before the strange staff returns!

Lucien: The staff you mentioned may have something to do with the mysterious owner of the Paperland we are looking for. It seems that our encounter was no coincidence.

Girl: I happen to have my camera with me~ Paperland is amazing, and we are so glad to have met you!

They all took photos and parted ways to continue their own adventure~

(You can read Lucien’s part of adventure here)

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istg they put so much effort on writing this mini collab event LOL.The story of the little girl and the whale is similar to Lucien’s story:””. if you familiar with him, i think u’ll get what i mean-

“And even in another time and space, there is a whale that will understand her frequency and give her a gentle echo.” Luckily, Lucien also meets someone that willing to understand his ‘frequency,’ so he’s not alone anymore.

The gentle whale that refused to left the little girl in her dream all alone,,, it echoes with Lucien finding MC in her dream and accompany her so she won’t dreaming alone in S2 ch 34 :”““.

there’s a lot of things i want to say about this mini event as whole but skckdsksd i’m currently too drained to write @-@, for now i just want to say that it’s the cutest and the writer nailed him perfectly for the whole event, it made excited what they have in store for us in 5th anniv~

#yes pg we get it that's he's da angst bearer #mlqc lucien #mlqc #mr. love queen's choice #mlqc translation #love and producer #mlqc translations #mlqc spoiler #mr love lucien

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