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HEAR ME ROAR!
- faced with the pressure of an attacker and what comes after, you find yourself truly able to roar. ⚠️ violence but ends with tooth-rotting fluff (jon snow x fem!lannister!reader), part of the standstill collection
word count: 1,150
STANDSTILL: The arrival of the Lannisters and Baratheons in Winterfell has caused the world to quiet for just a moment- a moment long enough to last lifetimes.
a/n - ahhhh it’s here it’s here!!!!! this is definitely my favorite fic of the collection so far and it’s the development of real feelings between you and jon. future fics will definitely explore the lovey-dovey aspect of your relationship more, but this is a good start and an even better exposition device.
The crunch of your heeled boot against the late autumn leaves creates a merry tune as you walk through the courtyard. Everything is perfect; the dewy morning air fills your lungs with every breath and the sun shines its glorious rays over the arms of your coat. The man walking beside you seems just as caught up in it as you are.
That’s his mistake. Two figures approach from the back, masked in dim shadow on an otherwise sunny day. You feel a tug from behind as you’re pulled into a cold chest, something even colder pressing against the side of your neck.
“Jon!” You shout, but he doesn’t turn around quickly enough. There’s a flash of cold steel, a knife buried in his side, and a sword pulled out far too late.
You scramble for the knife hidden within your furs, trying your best to not tip off your assailant. You grab it, and as the tip of their blade presses deeper into your throat, you stab them in the thigh.
It’s a sickening feeling. The way it pierces their flesh and hits the hard stock of their bone reminds you of cutting meat with your mother, but in a terrible, gut-wrenching way. You expect them to flinch, or to scream, but they are utterly silent. That might be even more terrible than the wails of a person stabbed. They don’t seem to want to kill you- if they did, you would be long dead, though the thought is cold comfort.
You pull the knife out, cringing at the sticky blood running down the canyons of your hand, and stab them once again. This time, it’s in the side. Then in the arm. Then, finally, when they falter, in the throat. They fall to the ground, blood bubbling thickly from their many stab wounds.
Jon appears by your side, his own attacker laying awkwardly in the background.
“Are you alright, my lady? I should have been more on guard. I’m sorry.”
“I’m quite alright. I’m more concerned about you.” Your voice is shaky. If he didn’t know the extent of your situation before being assigned to guard you, he does now.
He looks down at the blood seeping through his coat. “The furs stopped the brunt of it. It’s nothing.” For a moment, you almost believe him.
You’re severely unsettled. You clutch your knife to your side as you walk Jon to the maester, eyes darting from shadow to shadow. The sinister heat of a watchful gaze trails down the back of your neck. Everything, it seems, is out to get you. You almost pull your knife out at a crackling leaf, a sound you so cherished just moments ago.
“You’re brave.” Jon says as the maester wraps his wound. You try not to stare too much.
“I would hardly call it brave. More like a lady who has never known violence acting on impulse.” You don’t consider yourself particularly courageous. You don’t have any flashy achievements like your uncle the kingslayer. Though your “place” is not at the sword, you don’t believe you can match the divine beauty of your aunt lioness or the ruling power of the king stag. You’re just simply and utterly you.
You, who was born from a dwarf and a common whore, inside of wedlock yet still outcasted like the bastard in front of you. You, who are called “the ugliest lion”, not due to any lack of beauty, but in spite of your father who tries so harshly to protect you from and teach you about the horrors of the world. Sometimes you are a bumbling cub, a gangly teenager, and full-grown with a sleek coat and powerful tail all at once. One thing, however, remains. You are you and you always have been.
Your roar comes with the tossing and turning of the tide. The tossings are more memorable, though no more special. You roared when you were but a child, beating your aunt with your tiny, emotion-filled fists as she snidely made another comment about the size of your father. You certainly roared in that moment you thought your life would be taken. You were fueled by nothing but fear and adrenaline.
The turning is the soft moments, quiet mewls in the darkness. When you read a book aloud to an old blind woman on the streets of King’s Landing. How you now help Jon to his feet, though he tries to wave you off.
“You stabbed a grown man until he stopped breathing. That’s bravery if I’ve ever seen it.”
Maester Lewin washes his rags in the background, and you can almost feel his gentle smile.
“Well, then I certainly hope I never have to be brave again.” He chuckles lightly. You’ve spent a while with him, and though he is reluctant to talk, you’ve forced out bits and pieces of his story.
He liked to pretend he was a Targaryen prince riding on the back of a dragon when he was a child. He’s been planning to go to the Wall for far longer than a few months before you met him. His eyes hold the love of the world, his mouth the joy, and his heart the fire. Suddenly, you find yourself not wanting to part with him.
Maybe it’s the fear that haunts your every step. How you still cannot face the darkness alone, the formerly peaceful and patient entities now writhing with roiling hatred. More simply, though, it may be a desire to not be alone.
“Can you sleep in my bed tonight?” A hint of shame laces your tone. Though you know full well the implications, you don’t think you can face the attacks your mind can come up with while you’re fast asleep.
The question takes him off guard. His first instinct is to decline, but something more hopeful takes over. He sees you. He sees how you flinch at small sounds and dance over shadows like they’re made of dragon fire. He sees how strong and kind you are, and there’s a small twang in his heart when he considers leaving you behind.
“Okay.” He says simply. That’s all you need.
When the sun dips below the horizon, blanketing Winterfell in a composition of deep blues and purples, you don’t feel afraid.
The gentle rise and fall of Jon’s chest next to yours assures you that everything will be alright come the morning. You shuffle closer to him, then closer still, and close enough that your head is touching the valley of his chest and his arm is securely wrapped around you. You’re both awake, and while he stiffens the slightest bit, he doesn’t pull away.
As you lay, heartbeats synching like a two-man orchestra in the dead of night, you think you know all the secrets and in-betweens the world has to offer.
That in itself is your biggest roar yet.
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Tranquility
Pairing: choreographer reader x idol Lee Know
Genre: fluff, established relationship
Warning: none (gasp who am I )
Summary: same couple as in zemblanity serendipity, not really a sequel, just a moment in their lives
Minho overworks himself and that’s just how he is, you know you won’t change that but at least he has you to lean on.
Word Count: 2k
Authors note: this is not an accurate representation of stray kids but an interpretation based on an idea that stems from them.
This is a little glimpse into a moment with our couple from Zemblanity + Serendipity. You don’t have to read either of those first but some stuff mentioned might be otherwise confusing.
You gently ran your fingers through his purple hair, just touching soft enough that you knew you won’t wake him. You sat on the floor of the dance room and he was asleep with his head on your lap. It had taken quite a bit of convincing to get him to at least take a break and he only agreed to take a nap when you promised that you would wake him in exactly 30 minutes. The fact that he pretty much knocked out as soon as his head touched your lap proved how tired he was. Most of the boys were tired preparing for the year end performances but Minho especially had multiple special stages as well as the group stages.
The boys and the company liked how you choreographed the stages for Kingdom and they decided to bring you on as a more full time member of the Stray Kids staff. You still had your own dance studio that you sometimes taught at but in terms of idols you were mainly working with Stray Kids. You complained that it felt a little like nepotism since you were dating Minho but the boys convinced you that they really did like the dance ideas that you presented. It did help that you had so much past experience working with Minho that the two of you pretty much understood each other with just body language. He easily picked up the dance steps and helped you in making sure the boys understood as well as gave you awesome suggestions.
In fact, it was due to your understanding of Minho and his personality that led you to the current situation. If you were honest you thought that he was trying to do too much for the year-end shows but it wasn’t your place to tell him what he could and couldn’t do. Minho was stubborn and once he set his mind to something he would get what he wanted even if it killed him. In the morning you had been practicing the special Thunderous remix stage with all the boys and then you stayed to help Minho practice his Tiger Inside special stage. He didn’t say much but you could tell how much pressure he felt being given Taemin’s position by the little huffs he would let out if anything was less than perfect. Due to Covid, he wouldn’t get to practice with the other people involved until the day of the show so you offered to help him with spacing. It had been two hours of nonstop practicing Tiger Inside and Minho was growing more and more frustrated by the second chorus.
“Ahhhh why can’t I time it right?” Minho nearly shouted as he slammed his thumb down on the laptop to pause the music.
“I think we need a break Minho-ah,” you panted as you walked over to grab the water bottle. You took a long swig and then offered it to Minho who took it with a grateful smile.
“Can’t take a break, Hyunjin is going to be over soon to practice Snow Prince, you can take a break if you need.” Minho took a swig and was about to go over and press play on the laptop when you grabbed his sweaty hand.
“Minho-ya~ if you don’t rest now, you won’t have the strength to work on Snow Prince. Innie told me that you haven’t slept enough today already. We don’t need you passing out. I’ll practice more with you tomorrow.” You did your best to pout and blink up at him in a look that you knew he found hard to say no to.
“But it’s still not…”
“Just a one hour nap?” You pleaded as you swung his hand around a little bit.
“No, maybe thirty minutes? Hyunjin should be arriving around then anyway,” he said with a soft sigh. You let go of his hand and went to sit down by the mirror. You patted your leg as Minho stared at you with a confused expression.
“Special reward for working so hard,” you said as Minho walked over once he realized what you wanted him to do.
“Couldn’t ask for a better reward,” he said with a smirk as he laid down and put his head on your lap.
At eight minutes before you were supposed to wake him, you heard a knock at the door and then Hyunjin popped his head through. You quickly put a finger to your lips as Hyunjin walked in. He quietly put his bag by the computer and walked over to sit by your other side.
“Just eight more minutes then I’ll wake him so you guys can do Snow Prince,” you whispered into Hyunjin’s ear.
“How long did you manage to convince him to nap for?” He whispered back.
“Only thirty minutes, you know how he is,” you sighed softly at the peaceful look on Minho’s sleeping face. “Damn stubborn perfectionist,” you said with only fondness in your voice.
“None of us can get him to rest like you can,” Hyunjin said with a soft smile on his face. He pulled out his phone, “let me get a photo for the group chat,” he said and you only shook your head as you let him. He clicked the camera icon a few times and then started to giggle as he showed you the photos he took. “Ah, he looks so much like a cat!” Hyunjin loudly whispered.
“He’s going to feed you tissues when he finds out you sent those photos,” you said, very much amused by Hyunjin’s little giggles.
“Why aren’t you worried about him feeding you tissues? You did let me take them?” Hyunjin asked with a fake huff.
“No, no, tissues are reserved just for you,” you stuck your tongue out at Hyunjin to make your point while he just fake huffed some more. Your phone vibrated and you looked to see that it was time to wake the sleeping cat on your lap. “Minho-ah wakey wakey, time for Snow Prince.” You gently shook him until you saw his eyes flutter open. He blinked up at you a couple of times before your words sunk in.
“Is Hwang here?” He asked as he lightly stretched his arms out and let out a light groan.
“Yes Hyung~ I’m here,” Hyunjin leaned his face over to look over Minho but Minho darted his hand out to push Hyunjin’s face away.
“Yah, move your head I don’t want to see your face so close when I just woke up,” Minho grumbled while Hyunjin clutched his chest in mock outrage.
“Hyung! Everyone should want to see my face always! Isn’t that right Noona?” Hyunjin asked you with his big puppy eyes.
“Don’t bother my girlfriend with your face, the only face she should constantly want to see is mine, right Jagiya?”
You only sighed at how childish the two were being before you pushed Minho off your leg and stood up.
“You two get to practicing while I go get you guys something to drink, and Minho don’t ask such obvious questions.” You left the room to Minho’s laugh and Hyunjin’s whining noises.
It was strange how easy it was to be with Minho after everything that had happened. Perhaps it was because you knew so much about each other. So many things changed in the few years you were apart but the fundamentals stayed the same. Minho’s favorite cafe was still the same (which you walked an extra 10 minutes to) and you ordered the blueberry shake that you knew was still his favorite drink on the menu. You also ordered Hyunjin a kiwi juice,yourself a watermelon juice and three cream puffs as a special treat. As you sat and waited for your order, you couldn’t help but look around the cafe and think of all the times the two of you used to just sit and chat about nothing and everything. He’d ask a random question like “how would you take care of me if I were a cat?” And the conversation would be a wilding mess that anyone else would have a hard time following. But even when you guys were speaking what sounded like nonsense to anyone else, you understood each other. It was a little sad to think that you two wouldn’t be able to just casually spend an afternoon at a cafe now that he was an idol, it was too risky for his career.
You pushed open the dance practice room door to see Hyunjin and Minho in the middle dancing to Snow Prince. Both looked to acknowledge your entrance but continued dancing along to the cheery beat. You set the drinks down and sat on the floor to watch them closely. The dance was fairly simple and cute and you couldn’t help but want to coo at the facial expression the boys were making. Minho made eye contact with you through the mirror and gave you a wink. He kept eye contact with you through the whole dance and you thought about how much he grew as a performer. The song finished and was looping back to the beginning when Hyunjin went and paused the video.
“Yah! Can you two please not be making heart eyes at each other the whole time we’re practicing please?” Hyunjin grumbled with his hands on his hip.
Minho ignored him as he walked over to you and reached his hand out. You passed him his drink and he took a long sip before he turned to address Hyunjin. “Tsk tsk Hyunjin, you have to listen closely to the song. Show me your eyes, I’ll give you my love. I’m just following along with the song,” Minho said in a very matter of fact manner. You just sighed as you handed Hyunjin his drink.
“Maybe you should show Hyunjin your love too?” You teased Minho as you took out the box with the cream puffs.
“Ew,” Hyunjin cried out, his face twisted into a look of disgust.
“Ew?” Minho repeated in a very serious manner.
“I’m sorry,” Hyunjin immediately sensed the danger as he stood straight and bowed.
“You don’t want my love Hyunjin-shi?” Minho asked as he walked toward Hyunjin. Hyunjin started to run around and Minho chased him like a predator shouting about “let me show you my love” while you took a bite of the cream puff and watched with a smile on your face.
“Jagiya I’m sore all over,” Minho complained as he collapsed onto the floor. Hyunjin had left about 30 minutes ago and the two of you went back to practicing for Tiger Inside.
“Worse than when you come back for PT?” you asked as you breathed in and out heavily. You laid down besides him
“Maybe not that,” he let out a tired laugh. He pulled you so that your head was laying on his chest. You heard and felt the rapid beating of his heart.
“You’re so sweaty,” you weakly complained but made no effort to move.
“It’s not like you’re dry yourself,” he poked your side, you grabbed his hand and linked your fingers together.
“We’re so sweaty,” you corrected yourself as you brought your linked hands to your lip.
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Minho used his other hand to bring your face over so he could give you a lazy kiss on the lips.
“Hey Minho?” You looked into his warm brown eyes that crinkled in confusion.
“Yes jagiya?“
“I love you,” you said trying to convey all the emotions you felt at that moment into those three words.
“I know,” he replied with a confident grin and you lightly thumped him on the chest with your free hand.
“Meanie,” you made a motion to move away but he pulled you tighter against his chest.
“I love you too,” he said as he kissed the top of your sweaty head.
“I know,” you replied as you relaxed on top of him.
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Plot: Can go in any way. Could just be easy-going lovey-dovey fluff or she has a surprise planned for him ( birthday/anniversary/romantic gesture/proposal/etc. ) or they are thinking of trying for a baby or she's already pregnant but has yet to tell him cos it was very unplanned but she knows deep down she wants to keep it or she's been hiding a secret from him or if you want him to propose, then let me know in the tags!
Info : his fc is theo james and he is in his mid-30's, so please no one younger than 27. he's also a covert cia agent but tells her that his job is that of a event marketing exec. who has to travel very frequently.
"Ahhhh, this is what I call paradise. Just the two of us, in a remote but very cozy cabin in the middle of this snow-capped mountains, no laptops and iPads, no work and no one to interrupt us," Frank grinned down at his beautiful partner before giving her loving pecks on her rosy lips. "What could be more perfect than this?"
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i see your requests are open and i was wondering if you could do a harry potter x reader, so they're spending christmas with his family (marauders alive!!!) and it's just pure fluff and fun with sirius and james making fun of them all the time
AHHHH YES YES YES i love this so cute expect just pure fluff my love!!! Sorry it took a while! and i tired to keep it Gender nutral for all my readers!
A very Potter christmas
There it stood the little cottage in Gordrics hollow, draped in a balnket of fresh snow and little golden lights dance through. Your parents aperated you over and excahnged a few goodbye kisses beofre aperating back home, leaving you infornt of the gate. Befor your frozen breath could curl into a clould infront of you a loud barking laughter drew your attention.
"oh and who is this? im guessing you must be Prongslett's-"
"Sirius Leave them alone you don't want to scare them off now do you? Dont mind him he's all bark and no bite. Im Remus Harrys Uncle and this is-" before Remus could finish an older version of Harry with even wilder hair came bursting out the front door.
"PADFOOT MOONY YOU MADE IT !"
"PRONGS!" Sirius barked running over to his Brother.
"and who is this? Wait! Lilys first ever knitted scarf and E/C eyes and H/C Hair you must be Y/N!!"
you stood in aw at the man infront of you ready to answer until a familar voice called from the house
"Dad!! Mum said stop pratting about int he garden and come peel the potatos! Oh! HI Y/N when did you get here?" Harry ran out in his socks making another set of foorprints in the snow
"oh well i just got here and then i met your family"
"yeah sorry about them" Harry said sheepishly
"well this just got awaked come along sisirus lets leave these love brids alone" Remsu smiked slinging his arms over James and Sirius walking back into the house.
"what took you so long James? oh Remus Sirius you made in time to chop the carrots" Lily smiled coming out of the kitchen mixing batter for the yorkishire puddings
"Lily flower how are you this fine festive day" Sirius swooned
"you not getting out of carrot suty black you know were the knives are" Lily smiked leaving a peck on James cheek and leaning into Remus's hug
"i dont get why you dont use magic its soooooo much easier"
"sorry but the hard labour and love makes a christmas dinner perfect now get chopping!"
You and Harry entered the Cottage the moment you stepped in you could feel a blanket of Love and mulled christmas spices warm you up from the cold
"harry there you are and you must Y/N. welcome come in, come in im guessing you already met these three morons, im Lily harry's mum and that hulking idiot is my husband James, can i get a cup of tea or hot chocolate?"
"oh hot chocolate would be lovely thanks" you replied hanning up your coat and kicking off your snow covered boots
"oh you can put the presents by the tree and here ill take your bags to my room" Harry smiled sheepishly grabbing your bag and rushing up the stairs
"that boy is head over heels for you, you know he wouldnt stop talking about you all night anyway make yourself comftable love" Lily went back to the kicthen bowl still in hand "oh dinner wont be for another hour is that okay?"
"yeah i dont mind thanks Mrs. Potter"
"Please call me Lily, love"
you smiled and meade your way into the living room eyeing the many mishmashed decorations that followed a strict red and gold theme, Remus was sat in a chair new paper in hand sipping in a cup of tea
"your not helping with dinner?" you asked starting conversation
"oh no, I lost dinner helping duties a few years ago when i let the brussel sprouts burn" Remus chuckeld he then ushed you to move closer and you obliged "the fact is i did it on purpose i hate thoese things but these lot love em "
"dont worry im not much of a fan myslef" you both laughed
"oh you will deffintaly fit in well here Y/N, Potters have a way of finding their soul mates you know"
"Really?!" you were amazed at that sure you loved Harry and you kind of dated a few others in diffrent houses but Harry felt right to be with he was in a way the sun to your moon. speaking of Harry he rushed down the staurs wiht a golden gift
"umm Y/N, I um yeah I got you this" Harry held out the poorly wrapped present
"oh Harry you really didnt have to get me anything you know" you took the present not noticing all eyes on you and harry as you began to unwrap it, you pulled out an ornate frame with a picture of You and Harry dressed to the nines During the Yule ball last year.
"belive me trying to find this photo took a while but i thought you might like it.."
"oh harry i love it thank you" You pulled the messy haird boy into tiht hug holding back the tears of joy you heared a collactive awww and the warm familar voice of Sirius Black
"jeez get a room you two!"
after dinner everyone retreated back to the living a cheese board and chocolate tubs sat on a table decorating the room rather than being eaten.
"Lily my love that was once again the best christmas dinner" James cooed planting a kiss on the red heads temple
"ill say, anyway i think this calls for the annual game of monopoly dont you harry?"
"Oh your on Padfoot"
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Cozy winter
Summary: going to the market, being cheeky in the parking lot and a warm cuddly morning sprinkled with some funny-business
Warning: Cute banter, smut (NSFW), fluff
Word count: Around 5300 words!
I want to open this with one of my favorite quotes ever, so if you allow me ;)
“Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” -Kurt Vonnegut
“We need muffins.”
“We don’t NEED muffins, what we need are some fresh fruit and vegetables, ” Henry butts in. You frown and look up at him, “Oh whatever, Hen. You eat your greens, beans, potatoes and tomatoes, while I get fat by munching on some sweet, sweet, delicious chocolate muffins.”
He sends you a smirk from across the aisle. It was always fun to do mundane things, like going to get coffee together or grocery shopping, when he was home from filming. The last year you went to university it was very hard to be away from him for such a long time, especially when you still lived in Europe. You would fly over to England once in a blue moon, when Henry was in London and your schedule would allow it. Other times your relationship existed out of phone and video calls. It was a rough period, if you have to be honest. But It made the two of you closer and your bond stronger. It’s true what they say, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
You let Henry know you were going to get the ingredients for the muffins and start pushing the shopping cart in the direction of the baking supplies. As you walk back to the fresh produce section, you get distracted. So many colorful packaging was just screaming your name…
“What the- lovey! I thought you were going to get your muffin ingredients,” Henry cackles and almost doubles over seeing the now full shopping cart.
It took you a second to answer, a bit too focused on his beautiful face and the smile lines that appeared when he laughed. You quickly try to defend yourself, so he doesn’t think you have no self-control, even though, you know your eyes were bigger than your stomach.
“No! I did get them, they’re just underneath the other bags,” you trail off, eyes drifting to the floor. You sigh, “I just saw this aisle with all the snacks. These magnificent snacks. And, Hen, I’ve never wanted anything more in my whole life! And, Hen-Henry! Henry, listen! Stop laughing at me! It was a moment of weakness! You can’t judge me! You don’t even know how they taste, I promise you, you will understand once you take a bite of everything!”
Henry wipes away a small tear at the corner of his eye and kisses the top of your head. You stroll around the aisles, trying to work through the rest of your grocery list, but suddenly you stop dead in your tracks.
“Hen,” you say, trying to get his attention. He gives you a hum in return, letting you know he heard you, “why on god’s green earth does my grocery list say ‘sex’?” You tilt your head up to his face, seeing a bashful grin.
You shake your head, clicking your tongue disapprovingly, “it isn’t even on top of the list! You put your oatmeal protein shake before sex, fuck, you even put curry before sex, you really need to get your priorities straight!”
After getting some more stuff, like pak choi, steak, tofu and the ingredients for Henry’s beloved curry you always make him, you walk to the register.
The petite Asian lady gives you a smile and takes a little peak at Henry, who was too busy looking at the various Chinese cough drops that are displayed in front of the counter. Her brows rise behind her thick glasses, “哇，大帅哥。你很幸运啊。” (Wow, big handsome man. You are very lucky, ah.) She says, turning back to you and winking. You can’t help but chuckle. Grinning you send her an ‘I know’-look.
Hearing your laugh, Henry looks over his shoulder with a questioning look. But you just smile and shake your head.
You two quickly get everything in the reusable shopping bags you brought with you. It was getting late and more people were getting off of work and wanted to do some last-minute grocery shopping. Henry takes both of the flower printed bags and the two of you walk to the car. It was getting colder, your breath turning into puffs of smoke. You look up at the sky glooming over you. They promised snow tonight.
Seeing Henry load the bags in the trunk, his ass proudly sticking out in the air, you give it a pinch. You just couldn’t resist. It was just there, so you better make use of the situation.
Feeling your hand touch his behind, Henry turns around, an unamused look on his face.
“Excuse me, miss. But that is mine,” he says, really playing up his posh accent. “I sure hope you disinfected those filthy little paws of yours.” He cutely scrunches his nose, doing a once over and trying so hard to keep himself from smiling, but failing miserably. He turns back around and arranges the bags in the booth so they won’t tip over.
There is a moment of silence, just the noise from cars driving up and off the parking. From the corner his eye Henry sees the stare you give him but ignores it with a small smirk.
“You know,” you begin with a cheeky undertone, making him curious, “I bet I could kick your ass,” you grin, looking at him and trying to gauge his reaction.
“What was that, doll?”
“You heard me, big lad!”
“Oh really?” He asks and looks at you, towering over you like a brick wall. His eyes glimmering with mischief. Yeah, no, this was NOT a good idea.
You squirm a little and a small nervous giggle leaves your lips.
“Yes, I can. Watch m-AHHHH! HENRY!” You squeal as he lifts you and throws you over his shoulder, fully forgetting you are in public. “Let me down, you caveman!” You laugh, slapping his left ass cheek. But he ignores your plea and just slaps your ass in return.
Wiggling a little, you challenge him, “Beat me up! Come on, do it!”
He turns his head and playfully bites the exposed skin by your hip, making you shriek like a little kid.
Henry lets out a loud belly laugh and puts you back on your feet. As soon as the tips of your Dr. Martens touch the pavement, you get pushed against the car. Trapping you between the icy cold black metal and his warm body. His arm goes around your waist and pulls you closer to his front.
“I love you.” The words are hushed but you hear them loud and clear, making a shiver go down your spine. The both of you look at each other, completely enamored and grinning like idiots. Noses and the apples of your cheeks rosy, bitten from the cold.
“I love you too,” you whisper back. His hand glides inside your coat and underneath the thick knitted jumper you finished to other day. He just needed to feel you. You lean up a little and gently push your lips to his, adoring the familiar warmth that fell over you whenever you’d kiss. Before you can come in for a second smooch, he frowns at you.
“Thought you were going to beat my ass?” He mocks, trying to imitate your accent.
Lightly tapping your finger against your chin, you pretend to be in thought.
“Well, this is much more fun.”
“Hmm, agreed,” he grins, already eyeing your red swollen lips and tilting his head towards yours.
You hear heavy footsteps coming closer, the wooden floorboards slightly creaking under the weight. It was getting dark outside, the overhead lights in the kitchen casting a homey hue down on the oak countertops. Your ‘cooking playlist’ was filling the room with some gentle tunes. You also had a ‘dancing in the kitchen playlist’ but that one was mostly used in the mornings. You hum along to the melody when stirring in the stew you were preparing for the evening, rocking your hips side to side. The stew was softly bubbling away, spreading an amazing aroma around the house.
The footsteps stop behind you. A moment later two big, sweater wrapped arms envelop around you, delicately caressing you. Henry lovingly pulls your loose braid to the side and places his head onto your shoulder, trying to get a peak at what was in front of you on the stove.
“What smells so good in here?” Just then Henry’s stomach makes a loud grumbling noise from the mouthwatering smell going on in the kitchen, you chuckle.
He had been gaming before this, you could hear the tiredness in his voice, it was a bit lower and more hoarse than normal. Whenever he was tired like this, he’d just turn into your big cuddly bear, you loved it.
Dinner was almost done. You made one of the dishes your grandma used to make for you when you were younger. You won’t lie, it was pretty difficult at first to decipher the little recipe she send you in the post, but now you knew it by heart.
“Cantonese style braised beef stew with white radish, bean curd sheets and a side of rice,” you inform him and brush your hand over his, that was placed on your stomach. Hearing that, he has to make sure he’s not drooling.
“And for dessert…” You nod your head toward the piping hot apple crumble pie currently cooling on the kitchen island. “We still have some vanilla ice cream if you want to have that with your pie. I know you want to be healthy, but I just really wanted to make a pie and this one does have filling,” you ramble, joking on the last part about the filling. He probably thought you were pestering him with his diet that most likely didn’t allow him to eat it.
You wince a bit, feeling him tense against you. “You don’t have to eat it, my love, promise!”
“No petal, you’re just… you’re just so perfect,” Henry admits, pressing a kiss just below the strap of the pistachio green apron you were wearing, nuzzling his nose in your tousled hair.
It was a gloomy Saturday morning in London. If your alarm hadn’t gone off, you wouldn’t have known it was morning already.
Yesterday after dinner, the two of you cuddled up on the sofa, under a warm blanket with Kal snuggled up on your lap. His head resting in your lap, while his tail occasionally slapped Henry in the face, making you burst out laughing and Henry almost choke on the fur. The akita would fondly press his snout deeper against you, really loving the head scratches he was receiving. Both you and Henry were fully satisfied with the tasty dinner you had paired with a glass of wine and were now cheekily flirting with each other while watching a detective movie, of which you missed the plot because you were, well, differently occupied…
Now the bedroom held a calm, soft aura, a dim light streaming in through the linen curtains. You let out a little whimper, not wanting to leave the bubble you are in and stretch out your limbs. A bit sore from sleeping in a weird angle, amongst other things. Behind you, you hear a small sound of protest and before you know it, you are engulfed by a strong arm. Henry hides his face in the side of your neck, keeping his eyes closed, groaning, clearly displeased with the fact it was morning already.
You smile, this was your favorite kind of morning. Warm and cozy in bed, cuddling with your boyfriend. You turn around, careful to not let any cold air under the duvet, your arm going around the large form beside you and curling your fingers in the mess of curly hair. Henry moaned, burying his face lower, between your breasts. Now fully content and still a bit dazed by sleep, he lets out the most awful snore. Even though he sounded like a drowning goat when he snored, you couldn’t do anything other than coo and gently scratch your fingers on his scalp, lovingly gazing at the man beside you.
“Are we going to be lazy couch potatoes today?” You chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead, wild curls tickling your nose as you do so. Your voice was still a little raspy, but Kal apparently still heard you, and pushed open the door to come snuggle in bed with his favorite humans.
“What time is it?” Henry groans.
“Around 8.”
“We can be busy bees if you want,” Henry whispered against the swell of your breast, peppering delicate kisses on the bare skin. “Or better yet, busy bunnies.”
Kal was now situated on the end of the bed, head on his paws while the serenity of the room made him doze off. His dad on the other hand was now slowly waking up, as his hand crept lower and lower over your body. You giggled and pushed his hand away.
“There is a child present ,” you motion towards a sleeping Kal, who lays stretched out on the feathery duvet, already heading off to dreamland looking content as ever. Henry lifts his head, peering at his buddy and snorts, “he’s seen much worse, haven’t you bear?” But he doesn’t get acknowledged.
Laying his head back, he reaches up to push your hair out of your face before grabbing your cheek and pulling you down for a kiss. He places three kisses on your swollen lips, lightly sucking on the bottom one.
“May-,” you try to say something, but he just pushes his mouth harder against yours. Quickly taking the opportunity to stop you from making excuses. A hoarse chuckle rumbles from his chest, as he wraps you in his arms.
“Stop talking, woman, and kiss me back.” You let out a small moan and grip the curls you were playing with moments ago. He deepens the kiss slightly, tongue invading your mouth, surprising you. A subdued hum escapes your mouth, resulting in him grabbing the back of your neck, as the other rests on your hip. The kiss gets deeper and more passionate as the minutes go by. Getting a bit overwhelmed you pull back slowly, softy panting.
“Hmm, so sweet, darling,” he says smugly, earning a little smack to the chest as a bright blush covers your cheeks. Like it wasn’t already hard enough to resist him and stay in the warm bed all morning, he does this. Henry rolls your naked body over so you’re straddling him, a large hand wraps itself around your hair. He tugs, not too hard though, so he has more access to shower open mouthed kisses on your neck and chest. Leaving you a breathless mess on top of him. His hands trail from the top of your back to your rear, squeezing your cheeks before giving them a fast slap, making you take in a breath.
From all the shuffling, little snickers and kissing noises, Kal woke up and groaned, irritated that his humans couldn’t just hanky-panky somewhere else. With a last disapproving look, he jumps off the bed, landing with a thump. From the sound of paws hitting the wooden floor and toddling down the stairs, you look over your shoulder, duvet falling down so you sat there fully naked, much to Henry’s delight.
Then you felt it. It was normal for Henry to get hard in the morning. To be honest, he would be a bit worried if his cock wasn’t hard first thing when waking up.
Involuntarily you grind down, drawing a heavy moan from deep in his chest. Holding intense eye contact with him, you start humping over his bare front, mewling like a kitten in heat. It was embarrassing how he had you wrapped around his finger. A cheeky smile formed on his face, “look who came around.” Your body was practically begging for sex.
Pouting, you keep on moving your hips in a tantalizing slow rhythm, scratching at his hairy chest. Making sure you kept your eyes on his, he licked his three middle fingers and a second later you feel him reaching between your thighs, wiping his fingers down your slit. Tensing up a little, you try to hold back a grunt at the sensation.
“Oh darling,” he started, his voice going an octave lower, “what a mess you’ve made.”
He pulls back and observes your reaction when he pops his finger in his mouth.
“Wet and sweet, like always.”
“You are so nasty,” you whisper in total awe at what he manages to do to your body. He snickers and you quickly grab his hand, pushing it back between your thighs, “I didn’t tell you to stop, though.”
Your jaw goes slack, the moment you feel his thick fingers moving in and out of you. He was hitting just the right spot, making you groan and throw your head back. He felt like he couldn’t hold back anymore, he quickly flips you over so he’s on top of you, fully trapping you underneath his body and smashes his mouth on yours. Everything was happening so fast that you couldn’t pay attention to every incredible thing he was making you feel. Taking his cock in hand, he rubs his shaft against you, up and down, pressing it so you could feel the length. You look up at him, veins bulging in his neck, eyes dark, face already becoming flushed. God, he was so sexy. Grabbing your legs, he pushes your knees back so you were completely spread open and at his mercy.
He curses under his breath and lines himself up with you sticky center. Stifling your moans and pants, by pressing his lips to yours, when he slowly sinks his thick cock inside.
“Oh my god,” you whine, feeling him stretching your walls apart, pushing himself deeper and deeper.
“Y’feel so warm and tight, my love. M’so hard it hurts.” Henry whines against your lips, lacing his fingers in between yours. He trails kisses in your neck and under your ear, trying to get as close to you as possible. He loved feeling your body against his. Your walls were so plushy and wet for his cock, he wanted to stay buried in you forever.
“M’gonna make you feel so good, darling,” he whispers in your ear. You whine softly, getting worked up, “please.”
He smirked, obviously liking your plea.
Instead of giving you a nice, hard pounding, Henry wanted to go slow. It was still very early in the morning, the both of you still barely awake and he wanted to savor this moment with you.
“Oh, Hen-,” you pant softly, loving every bit of it. As he pushes deeper into you, you can feel his entire weight pressing down against you. The weight comforted you in a sense, like others would with a weighted blanket. He prolonged his strokes, making sure that when he slid out you could feel every centimeter of him, but then slid back in quickly.
“Fuck.” He grumbles into your neck, “feels so good, love,” he praises, nibbling on the skin under your ear, grabbing a handful of your hair pulling it back. You move you hands from his grasp and push them up his broad shoulders, pulling him closer to you.
“So good,” you moan out to him, feeling his cock nudge at the extremely sensitive spot deep inside your core. He lifts his head to look at you, seeing your mouth formed into the letter ‘o’, head tilted back into the cloud-like pillow and eyes screwed shut. A string of desperate moans falls from your lips.
This was what he loved, seeing his love, his girl react to the way he was pleasuring her. Just looking at you in this state made his orgasm coil up in the pit of his tummy. He never would have dreamed that another person could give him this feeling, the feeling of utter bliss when you were together. The unconditional love he felt for you was indescribable.
Henry continues to thrust into you and attaches his lips to yours, feeling you squeeze around him. You manage to spread your legs even wider and wrap them securely around his slim waist, digging your heels just above the globes of his perfectly sculpted ass.
He was aiming his stokes into the deepest part of you and you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your release.
“Fuck,” you whimper out to him, digging your nails into the skin of his back. He knew you were about to cum. You let out another loud moan.
“Come on, petal. Cum f’me,” he pants, trying to coax you. Hearing the almost desperate tone in his voice, combined with the sound of him slapping his hips to yours and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you was becoming overwhelming.
“Oh my god!” A loud moan ripples through you, the feeling of your release coming near.
“Almost, my love,” he moans, speeding up the pace of his thrust. He inhales sharply, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulls you up, quickly pounding into you. Completely losing control, trying to get deeper as if that was possible and lets his forehead rest against yours. With one last push of his hips, you get to your breaking point and cum, screaming. Henry feels your walls clamp around him and let’s go, fully satisfied. The noise he made was an orgasm on its own. He keeps himself against you when he lets go inside of you. You could feel Henry’s cum filling you as you slowly come down from your high. You feel his cum dripping out of you, almost proud of what you made him do.
He is about to roll off of you to cuddle up beside you, but you stop him by tightening your legs around him. “Please stay like this,” you whisper, your brain still a bit muddled by the amazing orgasm you just had seconds ago. He smiles down at you.
“Don’t be a silly goose,” he kisses your nose, “I would crush you,” Henry says endeared with a cheeky grin and pulls you into his side. You feel warm and safe. You yawn, blinking away when your eyes become watery.
“I can’t move,” biting your bottom lip, you snuggle closer to him, “and my throat hurts like hell.”
Henry lowers his hand to your ass and gives it a firm squeeze, “I’m not surprised. Oh doll, the sounds you were making,” he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes.
You laugh and roll your eyes. Henry nipped at your neck, making you erupt into a fit giggles. He chuckles, leaving a kiss on the spot he had just bitten.
Henry trails his hands up and down your back. You closed your eyes and tangle your leg in between his, really liking the feeling. His chest was heavenly and just being in his arms felt amazing. He almost lulled you back to sleep the moment he began to run his fingers through your hair.
“That good, huh? Almost fucked you back to sleep,” he chuckles.
“It was alright, I guess,” you tease him. He raises his eyebrows, eyes twinkling with joy.
“How would you rate the experience?”
Tilting your head to look up at him, “Hmm, ten I guess.”
He looked very pleased with that.
“Out of twenty,” you finish.
“OUT OF TWENTY?” He sobered up, staring at your face with a shocked expression.
You snicker, climbing into his lap, “No, honey, I was just joking, I’m sorry.” A big pout forming on your face, making you look oh so innocent.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to put you up on all fours and take you like that, don’t tempt me,” he says, shaking his head. Wiggling your brows you grin and kiss the dimple on his chin.
“As much as I would enjoy that, I think Kal has to go potty and we have to eat.”
After some hushed pillow talk and hoarse giggles between the silky sheets, you two decide to move downstairs and start making some fresh coffee. When you lift your body out of the bed, a light throbbing shoots between your legs. You almost fall back into the mattress, making Henry roar with laughter. You end up getting a piggy back ride down the stairs, only wearing a v-neck shirt from Henry that fell just below the curve of your ass and showed plenty of cleavage. Your lilac panties were fully on display and your almost black hair looked like a lion’s main on top of your head, but you didn’t care.
The both of you were still in that bubbly, fulfilled state of mind, looking like two drugged out kids, wearing blissful smiles. When you got to the kitchen, Kal bounded around the corner, coming from the sitting area, his tail wildly sweeping through the air. Eyes sparkling with happiness when he saw his parents finally had left the bed.
“早上，宝宝” (morning, baby) You greet him, still on Henry’s back. Kal gives you a high “woof” as to say good morning back. After living with Henry and Kal for around eight months now, the akita started to pick up on a few Chinese phrases. He even decided the pet name ‘宝宝’ (bao bao), which means baby or darling, was only to be applied on him and nobody else.
Every time you would video call with your Chinese speaking friends, and they talked about or to their children, Kal would cheerfully patter over, thinking they were cooing at him instead of the small infant in the background. But you thought it was the sweetest thing ever, he was your little fur baby after all.
“I’m going to make us some omelets, is that alright with you, darling,” Henry asked, already opening the fridge and looking for the carton of eggs.
“Yeah, ‘course,” you call out to him. You give Kal his breakfast and receive many, wet kisses in return. Shuffling back over to your boyfriend, you lean against the dark green counter with its wooden countertops, and look at him carefully chopping up some bell peppers and onion, only wearing his joggers and a tank top. You were a lucky girl, and you knew it. Henry sends you a grin and winks before turning back to cutting the vegetables.
You begin to brew some fresh coffee for Henry, and put on the kettle for your morning tea. While he was finishing up breakfast, you start to read the newspaper to him. He absolutely adored it when you’d read to him, due to your accent becoming more noticeable. Kal came over to you, stuffing his wet nose against the hand you held out to him. “You’re such a good boy, Kal. Yes, you are,” you tell him in a baby voice, “you’re my little angel aren’t you? 我的小天使”
You clean the table, after eating your breakfast and get ready for the day. Henry was already out to go on a walk with Kal. It did indeed snow last night and everything outside was hidden underneath a thin sheet of white snow, so you made sure Henry was wrapped up in a thick scarf you made him and a black beanie. After giving you a kiss as if he was off to fight in a war, he and Kal happily walked through the front door, into the freezing cold. Him whistling and Kal buzzing with excitement.
Brushing your teeth and doing your makeup, you dance through the bathroom, in a good mood. You grab your phone that was propped up against the mirror, planning to put on the podcast you had been enjoying lately. You freeze seeing all the notifications, not having heard your phone due to it being on ‘quiet’. You swallow.
Oh shit.
There you were, plastered on the internet for everyone to see and laugh at. You and Henry making out on the parking lot of the Chinese supermarket. Was he going to be angry with you? It was your fault for teasing him after all. Oh no no no…
‘Henry Cavill and girlfriend were spotted having a steamy make out session outside local grocery store’
The headline read, making your face as red as a tomato. Trying to fight against it, you couldn’t hold yourself from reading the next paragraph.
Being in the middle of winter, doesn’t stop these two lovebirds from having a heated make out session in a parking lot!
Yesterday early in the evening, Witcher-superstar Henry Cavill was spotted with (to some) much younger girlfriend, designer, Y/N Y/L/N. The two have recently confirmed their relationship with an Instagram post from Cavill, showing a candid of Y/N, with the short caption ‘My sunshine enjoying the sun shine’. Last month Vogue came out with a video featuring Y/L/N in which Cavill and his dog Kal made an appearance, making fans go wild. It seems like the two really are living the life and we are excited to see more of them together!
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This was it. You could already hear your sweet grandma, praying to the ancestors to forgive you for your sins, lighting all the incense she could find. You were a disgrace to the family now. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or felt bad about doing it, hell, everybody in the position would gladly sit on Henry’s shoulders and stick their tongue down his throat. You were just disappointed you got caught.
From downstairs you hear the door close with a loud thump and the pitter-patter from Kal’s nails on the hardwood floor, letting you know your two boys were back home. You nervously descend the flight of stairs, holding your head low and tightly clutching your phone in hand.
“Hey, lovey! you really missed something, Kal and I could practically ice skate over the walking trails, it was so much fun!” Henry says enthusiastically as he hears you wander into the living room. You ignore him and plop down on the couch.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, not meeting his eyes.
A frown makes its way onto his face.
“What are you sorry for, sweet girl?” His eyes hold a concerned look, not understanding what you were talking about. You huff out a breath and hand him your phone so he could see the article.
A roaring laugh sounds through the open space, making your head shoot up. “Yeah, I saw it this morning when I went and checked my Instagram,” he chuckles, face still rosy from going outside.
“We really gave the paparazzi a field day, didn’t we?” He continues.
“Your ass looks great in this pic, though. Look,” pointing to the one were he had you lifted over his shoulder, but softens his voice when he sees how tense you were.
“Aw, doll, loosen up, I’m not mad or anything, if that’s what you think. I’m rather pleased now that everybody can see how happy we are and how much joy you bring me,” he lets you know nonchalantly, pressing a smooch to your forehead and starts to march towards the kitchen.
“You want another cuppa, lovey?”
And just like that, you were back in your good mood, perplexed at how well he took all of this.
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ahhhh hello!! i recently hit 1000 followers on this blog and to celebrate i'm hosting a writing challenge 💖 i can't tell you how good it feels to be making this post. i've been writing fics on tumblr for just short of a year now and the fact that i have any people at all enjoying my work and interacting with me is just. mind-boggling. i'm so incredibly grateful to everyone here and i want to say thank you 💗 i love all of you so much and i'm so glad you're here.
RULES OF THE CHALLENGE:
i've put together a few lyrics from some of my favorite songs ever that you can use for prompts, either as inspiration or as dialogue. there's no limit to how many people can use the same prompt but do send in which one you've chosen so i can keep track!! you do also have to be following me to participate.
fandoms: mcu or tvdu! (i haven't watched legacies though)
word limits: none at all. you can do a drabble, headcanons, a one shot— just be sure to use a readmore link if it's over 300 words or so
what can you write: fluff, smut (if you're over 18), angst, whatever takes your fancy!! always use trigger warnings as necessary. for smut, i don't read dark/dubcon/noncon so please keep that in mind!! you can write character x reader, or character x character as well, i'm not picky :)
is there a deadline: there is no hard deadline, but i am aiming for the end of this year!
feel free to tag me in your fics and also remember to use #tays1kwritingchallenge in the tags so i can keep track of them! 💖
THE PROMPTS:
↳ “don’t you call him baby, we’re not talking lately / don’t you call him what you used to call me” — cherry, harry styles
↳ “head in the clouds but my gravity’s centered / touch my neck and i’ll touch yours” — sweater weather, the neighbourhood
↳ “she hits like ecstasy / comes up and bangs the sense out of me” — greek tragedy, the wombats
↳ “long nights, daydreams, sugar and smoke rings / i've been a fool, but strawberries and cigarettes always taste like you” — strawberries and cigarettes, troye sivan
↳ “honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / we should just kiss like real people do” — like real people do, hozier
↳ “we slow dance in the living room, but all that a stranger would see / is one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek” — liability, lorde
↳ “you tell me you love her, i give you a grin / oh all i ever wanted was a life in your shape” — strawberry blond, mitski
↳ “i’d give up forever to touch you, ‘cause i know that you feel me somehow / you’re the closest to heaven that i’ll ever be and i don’t want to go home right now” — iris, the goo goo dolls
↳ “how can i decide what's right, when you're clouding up my mind / i can't win your losing fight all the time” — decode, paramore
↳ “you hold me without touch, you keep me without chains / i never wanted anything so much, than to drown in your love and not feel your rain” — gravity, sara bareilles
↳ “secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought / maybe i just wanna be yours” — i wanna be yours, arctic monkeys
↳ “to kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed / you drew stars around my scars, but now i'm bleedin'” — cardigan, taylor swift
↳ “well baby, i surrender, to the strawberry ice cream / never ever end of all this love” — accidentally in love, counting crows
↳ “i looked across and fell in love, so i took your hand / back through lamp-lit streets i knew, everything led back to you” — all of the stars, ed sheeran
↳ “and do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? / an eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean” — happier, olivia rodrigo
↳ “i surrender who i’ve been for who you are / for nothing makes me stronger than your fragile heart” — turning page, sleeping at last
↳ “she got, she got my heart in her hands like a headlock / i can't see straight, ten seconds past five o'clock” — strawberry lipstick, yungblud
↳ “all that i am, all that i ever was / is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all i can see” — chasing cars, snow patrol
↳ “we fall apart as it gets dark, i'm in your arms in central park / there's nothin' you could do or say, i can't escape the way i love you” — i love you, billie eilish
↳ “she’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’ / run her hands through my hair” — jackie and wilson, hozier
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Anemoia (Over the Garden Wall x Fem! reader) Ending 2
*Disclaimer*
This is the 'true' ending to Anemoia, the canon ending if you will. The other one was for the folks who want some more fluff, but yeah, this is what actually happens.
Now onto the chapter
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I trudged forward. Snow had been burning my nose off for hours now, and we hadn’t even found civilization, much less Greg. Was our quest as useless as finding a needle in a haystack? One boy in a giant wood…I wished we were back and Erin and Eli’s, locating Greg would be so much easier with her witchy powers. But I left the birches long ago, and had no clue how to get back.
Wirt and I hadn’t really spoken since I promised we’d find his brother, as neither of us could muster the energy to do anything but continue onward. But we held hands to remind ourselves that we weren’t alone. At least we had each other on this wretched, perilous journey. (Speaking of Wirt, hanging around him is starting to make me think in fancy words. Ugh.)
“AhhHH!” Wirt suddenly screamed, jumping back.
“AHH!” Something I can’t quite see screamed back. A tiny silhouette flew towards us, about to crash into Wirt!
“Beatrice!” I grinned, scooping up the little bird.
“(Y/N)! (Y/N), Wirt, I’m so glad I found you guys!”
“Beatrice? Wha-What’re you doing out here in the blizzard?” Wirt asked.
“I saw Greg!” she exclaimed.
“What?!”
“Where?!” Wirt and I stumbled over each other’s responses excitedly.
“I saw Greg. He was w-with someone. This way!” She began to fly, but paused. “Or wait. Um…”
“Beatrice, you should go home.” Wirt murmured.
“I can't -- not yet. Not until Greg is safe.” She answered.
“Okay.” Wirt nodded.
“Guys, we should hurry.” I frowned. The sun was sinking far too fast…
“I- I think it was that way.” Beatrice decided, flying over to perch on my shoulder.
“Thank you, Beatrice.”
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“Greg? Greg!” Wirt yelled, surging ahead of the group. I chased after him, trying to see what sparked his interest.
“(Y/N), Beatrice!” He said between pants. “L-look.” He pointed to the ground. “ A light.”
A lit lantern sat there on the ground. I looked a bit closer. Huh. Come to think of it, that lantern is my symbol on the Bill Cipher prophecy.
“A lantern. I-it looks like the woodsman’s.” He added, picking it up. Oh yeah, that too.
The light revealed a clearing full of fallen trees and black oil.
“Woah.” I whispered. “What happened here?”
I froze as my eyes fell on a figure in the middle of the clearing. Wirt ran to it, gasping.
“Greg! Greg! Are you…” He panicked, eyes wide as he ran to his brother.
We found Greg.
I walked up to the little guy, frozen with horror.
“Wirt?” he whispered.
“Oh, Greg!” Wirt’s voice cracked, on the verge of tears.
“Wirt, I did it. I beat the beast.” Greg coughed. A few leaves fluttered out of his mouth.
“Aw, geez, the leaves are even growing inside of him.” Beatrice said softly.
“No. I was just eating leaves.” Greg paused. “I'm sorry, Wirt.
“No, no, Greg.” Wirt sobbed, wiping his eyes. “It's my fault we ended up here. Everything's been my fault. I-I should have been more-” He cried harder, gipping the handle of the lantern. Beatrice and I sat beside him, wishing there was something we could do.
“No, I mean my rock facts rock.” Greg corrected.
“What?” Wirt paused.
“I-I stole it, Wirt. I stole it from Mrs. Daniel's garden. I'm a stealer.” He waved the rock, and spoke in a deeper voice. “And that's a ro-ock fact.” I blinked back tears. It was such a Greg thing to say…
“Oh, Greg, that doesn't matter.” I said, smiling bittersweetly.
“It does matter.” he coughed. “You have to return it for me, okay?” No…
“No, you can give it to her yourself. Come on, we got to get Jason Funderberker home, right?” Wirt said hopefully, lifting up the frog.
“Jason Funderberker…the perfect...frog name.” Greg whispered.
“Greg? Greg?!” Wirt panicked.
“Let's get him out of this!” I exclaimed, pulling at the edlewood.
“Yeah. Yeah!” he nodded, joining me. “Come on!” he grunted, yanking at the wood.
“It's gonna be fine, Wirt.” Beatrice assured him. I nodded in agreement.
We ripped and pulled at the edelwood, breaking off pieces of wood, trying to save the poor kid from it’s grasp.
My heart ran cold though as a voice spoke from the forest.
“Give me my lantern.”
I spun around. The beast.
“Your lantern?” Beatrice paused.
“No way. We need this thing.” I said, more confidently than I felt.
“Yeah, I'm keeping this. I have to get Greg home.” Wirt declared, tightening his grip on the lantern’s handle.
“Your brother is too weak to go home.” it snarled. “He will soon become part of my forest.”
“I won't let that happen!” yelled Wirt, with a confidence I had never seen in him before.
“Well, then, perhaps we better make a deal.” the creature suggested, in that tone I had grown to recognize as a trap.
“Deal?” Apparently Wirt doesn’t see it as a glaring red flag.
“Ohh no…” whispered Beatrice.
“Wirt…” I muttered, but it came out too quiet for him to hear.
“I can put his spirit in the lantern. As long as the flame stays lit, he will live on inside. Take on the task of lantern bearer...or watch your brother perish. Come here.”
No, no, no, nononono….
Wirt sighed. “Okay.”
Beatrice gasped.
My breath hitched. “Wirt, no. No, no, no, no….”
“Okay.” he said, his voice defeated. “I-I’ll do it.”
“Wirt, NO!”
Nonononono….
“(Y/N)...I have to. F-For Greg.”
“So we have a deal, then, child?” The beast stuck out it’s hand.
“Yeah, I guess so.” Wirt said dejectedly, taking it.
“WIRT!” I screamed.
The forest filled with darkness. I heard a scream in the distance. I closed my eyes, hoping things would be fine when I opened them.
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“NO!” screamed (Y/N).
She’s right! I- What am I thinking?!
But for some reason, my body moved forward, ignoring my brain. Of course. I-I’ve gotta save Greg…
I shook the creature’s hand.
Deal.
All the light around us imploded, racing inwards. A sharp pain coursed through my head and hands. I felt myself screaming- well, I heard myself screaming, that is. The world spun out of control. I didn’t feel it, but I guess I must have dropped to my knees, as suddenly I was wet and cold with snow.
W-where’s (Y/N)?
Oh Greg…I’m so sorry. It was my fault all along, this whole thing…it was my fault...
I closed my eyes, feeling the snow swirl around me. I closed my eyes tightly, hoping it was all a dream…
“Wirt.” Said a voice. “Wake up.”
Oh…was this all a dream? Yes, please let it be a dream…please let me wake up and find that I’m not the worst older brother in the world, let me find that Greg is okay…
“Wirt…(Y/N) and Greg…” the voice broke, and I heard a quiet sob.
“B-Beatrice?” I whispered, hardly daring to believe it was true. I was still here. I just wanna go home…
“(Y/N) and Greg disappeared, Wirt!” She cried.
Wait- (Y/N) too? How?!
I felt like I had been dangling from a cliff, but now I’m only hanging by a thread. My heart raced.
And suddenly, my face was wet, hot tears burned at my fingers as I desperately tried to wipe them away. (Y/N)...Greg…it’s all my fault, if only I hadn’t…my brother, my...my best friend...
A feathered wing rested on my shoulder.
“C’mon, Wirt. Let’s go to my family’s mill. We might be all bluebirds, but we can still try to help…get you back on your feet…”
I nodded numbly.
“Okay.”
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I closed my eyes, hoping everything would be fine when I opened them...
And suddenly my head hurts, and I’m not getting enough air…
I tried to breathe in, with no luck. I opened my eyes…wait…I’m underwater?
I looked over to see two figures floating by me…one with a civil war cloak and one with a teapot hat. I grabbed them both and swam upwards, my lungs on fire and my head pounding. I kicked upwards, my limbs shaking. I thought it must be too late…when I reached the surface with the last of my strength.
Figures ran towards me in the distance.
“H-Help us-s…” I managed to whisper..
*******
I looked around. Red and blue lights flashed, and I heard screaming. I wanted to see what had happened, but my eyelids were so heavy…
*******
Ugghh…everything hurts. I swallowed. Ugh, my throat stings…bloody brilliant. I tried to open my eyes, but they stayed shut. Uhh…okay. That’s okay. Sleep paralysis, right?
Wait, where am I? Was- was that an ambulance..? Why was I underwater? My thoughts moved a hundred miles per hour, running through unanswered questions in record speed, eventually settling on a good firm question…What happened to Wirt and Greg?
I slowly opened my eyes. Fluorescent lights burned spots into my vision. I felt my fingertips on rough fabric...hospital fabric. Slowly but surely I sat up, and looked around despite my pounding headache.
“Grim (Y/N)!” A voice exclaimed. I tried to focus on who it was, but everything was a bit blurred in my disorientation.
“Tell Sara about the potatoes and molasses!” it exclaimed.
“Greg?” My vision cleared. “Wha-What happened?”
“Wirt beat the beast, and now we’re home again!” Greg grinned, waving his frog.
I looked around the room. All the kids who came to the cemetery were there, all looking a bit worried.
“(Y/N), ignore him.” Sara whispered. “He had a weird dream while you guys…while you were drowning.”
A shiver ran down my spine. “We- what? Sara, what happened?!”
She stared at me wide-eyed, as if she was still recovering from a shock. “Well, you, Wirt, and his little brother fell into the lake by the train tracks. You’re lucky we found you, the paramedics said you’d have been dead in a few more minutes.”
Minutes?! No. N-no- how? We were gone for at least a month!
“A-are we okay?” I said, trembling.
“You and Greg? Yeah, they say you’ll be fine in about a day or so, just a bit cold and tired.” She didn’t meet my eyes.
My breath hitched. I tried to swallow my anxiety.
“Sara…what about Wirt?”
She looked away. “The doctors don’t know.”
My heart dropped.
No...
“It’s not a normal case…they said it ‘defies most known information about hypothermia’. Apparently it’s entirely possible, but like…then why would it only happen to Wirt?” She said somberly.
Oh gods, please, no…
“So…what happened?” I managed to whisper.
“Well…he’s in a coma. In critical condition.”
*******
Author's note: And thus is the conclusion to Anemoia: Book One.
Book two will be out…well, soon enough. I’m gonna be out of town next week, so I dunno when exactly, but you get the picture. I hope you enjoyed ‘Anemoia’!
#otgwxreader#otgw wirt#over the garden wall#wirt#wirt otgw#wirt x reader#over the garden wall x reader#otgw x reader
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Fic Masterlist: JackSparrow589 Edition
There’s never a bad time for shirbert fic recommendations, so this time, I’d like to celebrate @js589! You (definitely) might know her as JackSparrow589 on ao3, or better yet, one of your favorite fic authors! I wanted to recommend every one of her shirbert stories and give you my two-cents about why I think every single one is a must-read.
As you read, I encourage you to drop kudos if you haven’t read and leave a comment with your thoughts! (Oldest to newest, because we’re diggin’ tonight!)
A Bit of Reciprocal Courage: Some first kiss goodness. Gilbert drinks his respect Anne juice AND his confidence juice.
Awestruck: If you’re missing awae, this fills in some blanks with some sweet moments and insight.
Why Can't Life Ever Go Smoothly?: Because Doctor Gilbert is irresistable to both us and Anne.
And All Around, the Snow Fell: In which Cole was so very wonderfully, beautifully right about crushes and feelings. I love the wintery themes in this one. Definitely a good read if you’re in the heat of summer.
Girlish Fun: The sequel to the last one. Speaks for itself! <333
New Possibilities: I’ll let the tags speak for themselves. “Fluff, Pointless fluff, Have I mentioned fluff yet?, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings” This is not false advertising, folks.
It Is Together That We Move Forward: A missing moment we did not know we needed. An important look into accepting comfort from people we love after a tough time.
Sweet as Pie: I always love Jerry teasing Anne about Gilbert and this oneshot DELIVERS.
As Constant and As Fickle as the Sky: I, too, wish I was caught in the rain with Gilbert Blythe. Alas, I’ll have to live vicariously through this fic.
Grant That I May Not So Much Seek To Be Consoled As To Console: The title of this fic makes me tear up. Living up to its name, this fic makes me cry too. A really sweet post 3x03.
Dominoes of a Dance: In which everyone ships Shirbert and they finally get their acts together.
When Trouble Comes Knocking: We love a Jerry and Anne sibling story!!! I’m a sucker for the sheer found family vibes in this.
It's All So Quick and I Feel Sick: I’m right there with Anne feeling her “hope and warmth... and longing.” Post dance feels comin’ right up!
In Which Minnie May Spills the Tea: If Diana hadn’t ripped Gil a new one on the train, THIS is what I would’ve wanted. Perfection.
Could This Be the Moment: This is one of those end of season 3 fics that made watching Gilbert be an idiot a bit more bearable. The ending is so satisfying, ahhhh. <3
The Subtle Distinction Between Jealousy and Envy: When I tell you I did not know the difference between jealousy and envy until this fic. Anne and Gil have a good conversation in this one. (Though Jack, if you wanted to add a second chapter, I would not object. The suspense!)
A Bright and Shining Future: Deserves every kudos it has. Another interesting take on the Gil/Winnie/Anne situation.
As the Seasons Pass: A sequel to the last one! Except hotter and heavier (Jack’s words, not mine).
Down to the Wire: Marilla said #AnneRights! And then upon further reflection, realizes that shirbert rights are Anne rights. Very satisfying though bc there is some COMMUNICATION.
A Shattering of Expectations: Another 3x09 fix it fic that saved my life after I watched Gilbert trample all over Anne’s note.
Moments Unseen: I would’ve killed to see Anne and Winnie’s conversation, but thanks to this story, I don’t have to! Bonus Diana + Gilbert closure too.
Better Late Than Never: A surprise Miss Stacy comes in and plots away. I like the Miss Stacy and Bash vibes in this, something we didn’t get to see.
Words From the Heart: I know for a fact y’all like post season 3 fics, so this one is for you. Twenty chapters of wonderfulness.
Now and Always: REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD. Thorough kisses and fluff, ahoy!
To Live a Life With No Regrets: In addition to cutting the Winnie drama early, this story sends some much deserved love to my girl Ka’kwet. Overall, just so sweet and wonderful.
A Friendly Favor: I know we’re all about missing moments from the end of season 3, but the beginning is just as important. That’s what this story does!
That'll Be a "Yes": A sweet look into shirbert talking about their future. Something good to read if you’re having a rough day and needs some good feels.
Inflection Points: My personal favorite! When this was being updated I waited for it daily. 10 missing moments from Season 3 that you definitely wanted to see.
Locked In: Think 7 Minutes in Heaven, late victorian edition. Yep, it’s just as wonderful as you expect. This is also the one Jack tried to show me just how fluffy and amazing she can be. I was thoroughly impressed, but not surprised in the slightest.
In Which Feelings Start to Bloom: An Inflection Points Continuation: Exactly what it sounds like. *Insert hallelujah chorus*.
Moonlit, Starstruck: Rated E for married love makin. In my professional shirbert opinion, there isn’t enough of this type of intimacy in shirbert fic. Very romantic, 10/10.
In Which Gilbert Makes the Decision He Damn Well Should Have: In which all of our frustrations cease because Gilbert is just...decent and sweet in this one. Thank God!! 3x08 gilbert who??
Burning Like a Fire Gone Wild: THE DRAMA. We love a good hurt/comfort/happy ending story. I loved every word of this one especially.
To Be Your Last Good Night and Your First Good Day: I’m not usually a modern AU type gal, but this one has me changin my mind.
Nobody Loves Me Like You Love Me: Modern AU’s that made Tessa change her mind, part 2!!
We All Need Someone To Hold: Lovely sequel to the train accident fic (see two bullets up!) Read that one first for sure! Thank me later.
The Wolves Came and Went and We're Still Standing: Modern AUs that made Tessa change her mind, Wedding Edition!! The gettin’ is good, fam!
Like a Heartbeat Skip, Like an Open Page: Jack is a master at canon compliant moments and if you don’t believe me, look no further, just click the heckin’ link.
Skating Lessons: Another fic to read if you’re unbearably hot this summer! A snowy, fluffy, shirbert dream of a fic!
Dressed Up/Dressed Down: Another E fic. I know most of y’all got a thing for shirbert in each other’s clothes so make sure you thank Jack personally for this one.
A Most Unexpected Remedy: When Jack delivers, she REALLY delivers. Another fic diving into Anne and Winnie’s conversation. Her and I were both mad about Winnie’s characterization, and so Jack fixed it up real nice!
Over the Sky: This is the soiree reunion fic I wanted like NONE OTHER. 3.3k words of dreams come true!
As the New Era Dawns: This story took my heart in its hands and squeezed it. Different than a lot of her other works, but so so so beautiful just the same. I have a soft spot for this one.
In Which Diana Yells at Gilbert an Episode Early: AS SHE SHOULD!!!! In Jack’s words, “The title speaks for itself, folks.”
Somniferous: Smoochin’ and sleepin’ to the MAX, fam. A 5+1 fic that stole my heart away.
The Relentless Persistence of Destiny: Lastly, the (currently) unfinished AU that peeks into what would’ve happened if Anne and Gilbert would’ve met in college. Gotta tell you, this story is refreshing for very clear reasons (mostly, it doesn’t make a reality show out of two very sweet, human people.) Bookmark this one so you have something happy to read when you’ve got the sads.
To you, the reader, I hope you enjoy these works as much as I have. Again, if you do, be sure to let Jack know.
To Jack, thank you for writing 46 stories that have gotten this fandom through such crazy times! Through Season 3, cancellation, and a pandemic, you always gifted us with such wonderful content, even though your own personal life bore its own challenges. It’s been such a privilege being your friend and enjoying your beautifully crafted stories. Happy birthday, my love <33
#anne of green gables#anne with an e#shirbert#please send js all the good vibes#thats not a request solider thats an order
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Hi!!! Can you Ginny x Luna story and it’s how they got together as a couple and there is drama with some of her friends and brothers accepting Ginny but she doesn’t care and stuff and lots of fluff with her and Luna?! Thanks can’t wait to see it I know it’ll be amazing! :)
I absolutely adore Linny, they are arguably the most aesthetic HP ship. Give me all the Linny ahhhh
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Word Count: 1456
Warnings: Homophobia and some lovely fluffy feels
Luna had been one of Ginny’s first friends at Hogwarts, and as the two girls matured, they had only grown closer. For years they had considered each other their best friend, spending practically all day, everyday together. If they weren’t together, they wrote letters to each other, eager not to miss a single moment in the other’s life. When they were thirteen, the two had accidentally synchronised their cycles and spent an entire weekend in bed together playing cards and eating chocolate. When they were fourteen, Ginny had broken her leg playing quidditch, and Luna had carried her books for her the entire following week, despite Ginny’s leg having been easily healed by Madame Pomfrey. When they were fifteen, Luna had told Ginny of a muggle practice called stick and poke, and the two had sat on the redhead’s bed a little after midnight under the glow of a lumos spell; giving each other matching heart tattoos on their ankles. When they were sixteen, the two had spent the summer after their OWLs repairing the Lovegood family home, which had been sitting in need the entire year after the battle. When they were seventeen, Luna had gotten her Muggle driving license, and so she and Ginny had spent a whole weekend over the Christmas break driving around Wales, and had to spend a night in the car park of a pub when the snow had gotten too bad; refusing to apparate home. When they were eighteen they celebrated their NEWT results with a family meal at the Burrow, Xenophilius in avid conversation with Arthur whilst Molly dozed with Teddy on the sofa.
The rest of the family had taken to the garden, drinks in hand, laying on blankets as they drunkenly chatted. Ginny excused herself, needing a moment alone from the ruckus. She climbed the stairs, all the way up to the attic; where amongst the boxes and cobwebs, she could look out of the window in the quiet and watch the stars. She pulled her long red hair into a high pony, rubbing at her neck as the joy of the night thrummed in her veins.
“Stars is watching the stars.” A quiet voice murmured, and Ginny turned to see Luna walking towards her, a carefree smile on her face. The Gryffindor was hard pressed to find something she loved as much as the nickname her best friend had given her after she had realised Ginny’s freckles looked like constellations.
“Indeed I am, Goldie.” Ginny threw her arm around Luna, watching her as she gazed out of the window, the moonlight on her face. “You’re so pretty.” She murmured.
“I’m lucky to have found my soulmate so early.” Luna whispered, eyes not leaving the sky.
“What do you mean?” Ginny’s eyebrows knitted together.
“Some have to wait years for their soulmates, some never meet them at all.” She shrugged. “I am incredibly lucky to have found mine.” Luna turned her big blue eyes to Ginny.
“You reckon I’m your soulmate?” The words came out more quietly than Ginny expected, her heart racing.
“Why wouldn’t you be?” Luna searched her eyes and Ginny found herself stuck for an answer. She supposed that Luna was as close to a soulmate as she’d ever get - what with their almost perfect understanding of each other. She couldn’t picture ever being so close with anyone else.
“What if you start dating someone? You can’t very well go and tell them I’m your soulmate.”
Luna nodded thoughtfully to herself, looking around. When she finally looked back at Ginny, her words pierced the quiet fiercely, despite her quiet tone. “I suppose I’ll just have to date you, then.”
“Me?” Ginny squeaked, her arm falling from around Luna’s shoulders - but the blonde caught her hand.
“You love me, don’t you? I love you.” Luna said plainly.
“Well, of course-”
“Would you kiss me?”
Ginny’s mouth opened and closed silently, like a gaping fish. Even after all these years, Luna still surprised her. And yet, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to. Ginny had held her when she cried, had walked hand in hand with her more times than she could count, had fallen asleep on Luna’s chest so many times at school. And now, as the Ravenclaw’s features were lit up by the light of the moon, Ginny looked at her soft pink lips, and couldn’t help but reach out and trace them with her thumb. Luna leaned into the touch, giving the Gryffindor a small smile.
Ginny leaned forwards, kissing her softly, feeling the hairs raise on her arms. This was nothing like kissing Dean, and nothing like kissing Harry. The room seemed to disappear around the two girls, and when Luna placed her hand on Ginny’s face, kissing her back, sparks seemed to fly around them. The redhead had never felt her magic as strongly as she did then, the tingle of it growing stronger by the moment as she pulled her best friend closer, their chests pressing together. Luna let out a little sigh when she did this, and Ginny was sure she would die right then and there, hearing that sound in this context. She pulled back, resting her head against the blonde’s.
“That definitely felt like a soulmate kiss.” Luna whispered, smiling brightly at her. Ginny giggled, amazed at how the night had taken a turn.
“Yeah, it definitely did.” She leant back down, pressing their lips together again.
“Gin, are you in here? The others are-” The attic door swung open, warm candlelight pouring in around the silhouette of Percy. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?!” He squealed, taking in the sight of the two girls pressed together. They pulled apart, looking at Percy with wide eyes.
“Oh, Percy. Sorry, um, we were just-”
“You’re disgusting! What’s wrong with you?!” He stormed forwards, pushing Ginny away from Luna.
“Disgusting?” Ginny’s voice came out small, suddenly feeling ten years old as her older brother glared at her.
“And here I thought you were just best friends, but this?!” He shrieked, waving his arms around. “This is just unnatural. What are you, a lesbian?”
“I.. I don’t know. But it’s not, we’re not unnatural!” Ginny tried to keep her voice strong, but tears pricked at her eyes as the horrible words of her own family sunk into her skin.
“We’re soulmates, Percy. We love each other. I’m sorry if you can’t understand that.” Luna’s soft, calm voice carried around the space as she stood beside Ginny, lacing their hands together. “ I hope one day you can find-”
“Oh do be quiet, you loony cow.” He spat, aiming his attention at her.
“I think it’s you who should be quiet, Percy.” George appeared in the doorway, walking into the room. “I don’t know what is happening with our baby sister, but I do know any decent member of this family would show her the love and respect she deserves.”
“She’s gay! Are you going to come in here and tell me-”
“Yes. Yes, I am. And I’m sure every single person downstairs would agree with me. If Fred were here, he’d hex your bollocks off.” George used his few inches over Percy to lean over him, his voice firm. “She is our sister, it is our duty to try our best to love her, even if she does leave her dirty laundry everywhere.” He winked at Ginny, and she felt some of the tension leave her.
Percy shoved past George, storming down the stairs. Ginny opened her mouth to speak, but George held up a hand, a knowing smirk on his face. “Since this wasn’t a planned coming out, I’ll keep it to myself. But if you’re not downstairs in the next ten minutes, you forfeit your chance to play in the quidditch game.” He turned around, but just before he could disappear through the hallway, Ginny called out.
“Thanks, George.”
“No worries, Gin. At least I know you won’t be getting pregnant any time soon.” He chuckled at her mortified face before leaving with a salute.
“I do love your family.” Luna whispered dreamily, leaning her head on Ginny’s shoulders.
“Did you really whip out the soulmate card to Percy?” The redhead asked, shaking her head with a smile and she turned to face Luna.
“It’s true, though, my lovely stars.”
“Mmm, I suppose.” Ginny murmured, a twinkle in her eye. “My moon.” She added, before she kissed the blonde. She briefly wondered if things would change much between the two of them now, but realised that they already did everything that a normal couple would, except the sexual side. And if that’s what Luna wanted, Ginny would be more than happy to oblige.
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Dens Leonis: Lion toothed, but Petal Soft
A bouquet of words for @merclucio for this year’s gift exchange hosted by the lovely @fieldsofvesuvia blog.
Summer came early to Vesuvia. The temperature and humidity had rose until anything more than the sheerest of fabrics meant clinging heat and sweat. Magdalene had spent an arduous hour trekking up to her spot. The rocky outcrop allowed her to view both the luscious greenery and frothing seas.
The sunny skies had splashed the verdant fields with a thousand sproutings, displaying flowers in their brightest shades. The vibrancy of the landscape made it seem more a painting than reality.
She sighed in relief when she dropped her pack onto the stony ground. Setting up took little time. Here she didn’t mind using her magic, smoky greys and white lit and unraveled the blanket, set up the fine china and filled it to the rim with the season’s favoured drink. She sat down as her magic weaved above her like a spider’s web, providing shelter from the scorching sun.
She could finally breathe out here, have a moment uncrowded. The air was a bouquet of sea salt and flowery fragrances, she opened her charmed picnic basket and pulled out this morning’s bread.
A bush to her left rustled, but nothing emerged. She crushed the bread in her hand, the crackle of its perfectly baked skin made whatever was hidden within the shrubbery jostled excitedly about.
Magdalene smirked and broke the bread in half. “You do know what wanting to be alone means, right?”
Volta’s head rose sheepishly from the hiding place. Magdalene could almost imagine the little bird wings settling anxiously over the smaller woman’s eyes, reaching towards the pink heart-shaped nose. But that was then and this is now. Volta’s pallor was no longer tainted by a sickly grey and she lacked the ravenous hunger linked to the demonic possession.
Though with the famished expression on her face, it seemed Volta had forgotten that aspect of her freedom.
“I was helping in the kitchen when you rushed by.” Volta licked her lips and stared longingly at Magdalene’s picnic basket.
“Does ‘helping’ actually mean sampling?”
Volta snapped open her eyes and quickly moved her head ‘no’. “I didn’t take anything in that basket, I swear it.”
“I’m guessing because the chef was guarding it from you?”
Volta gasped, her index finger catching at the corner of her lips.
Magdalene laughed, and offered out the piece to Volta, only to yank it away when the tiny coutier tried to take the morsel back with her to the foliage. “Uh ah ah, you have to sit with me here if you want food.”
Volta’s eyes gleamed, she scurried free from the bushes and plopped herself next to Magdalene. She happily perused the basket for more treats even as she chomped into the bread.
“Hungry?”
Volta nodded, her lips covered in crumbs and yolk as she munched into a soft boiled egg.
Magdalene grabbed Volta’s face, her companion squirmed until she used a cotton handkerchief to wipe at the mess. “Your mouth is a tad smaller now, huh?”
Volta giggled and looped her hands to rest on top of Magdalene’s wrists, content to be fussed over. “It’s just all so good.”
“I bet,” Magdalene twisted Volta’s face this way and that and felt satisfied, “there’s no rush, the basket is charmed to be practically endless.”
Volta beamed up with such uncontained joy that it made Magdalene’s face heat up.
“Ahhhh, you’re amazing my lovely magician!”
Magdalene felt her blush grow. She coughed and quickly pecked Volta on the forehead before focusing on setting out the picnic as it was meant to be served. She laid out a serving platter of cheeses from across the country and numerous other condiments and assorted cured meats.
She kept her eyes on the cutting board as she sliced the bread into thick chunks. “Go ahead, put whatever you want on.”
“Any combination?”
Magdalene shrugged, watching as Volta splattered on as many options as she could overload onto her toast.
“It’s going to fall over if you’re not careful.”
“I’ll eat it anyway.”
Magdalene rolled her eyes fondly. “Of course you would.”
A gust of wind picked up with the tides, whirling loose petals and dandelion fluff into the air. The sky snowed down vibrant shades and downy puffs. The ascended bits drifted over the outcrop, piling onto the magical shelter Magdalene had formed.
Most of the petals stayed free floating, finding other perches, but the more tenacious dandelion fluffs managed to land into Volta’s stack of food.
“Oh, it’s ruined!” Volta said even as she took a hearty chomp into her tower of food, making any of the earlier cleaning moot.
Magdalene waved her hand, her magic removing most of what had settled in the area.
“Valdemar is allergic to it and nothing they do ever helps,” Volta picked at the seedlings that remained in her meal, “Vulgora hates them, just hates them, ‘stupid, little, monstrous’, and then they would punch at the things until red in the face.”
Magdalene looked at the courtier, her expression closed.
Volta sighed to herself. “I tried to calm them down, but they wouldn’t hear it, the chambers almost got burnt down to rid the place of the weeds.”
“How wasteful.”
Volta tilted her head, looking a perfect resemblance of a confused pup. Whatever ire had started to build in Magdalene was calmed enough for her to take a lighter approach. “Why call it a weed?”
“Uh… because…it is one?” Volta tried, food momentarily set down to wait in her lap.
“Because it grows well no matter the location? Because it’s endures?”
Volta could only listen, trying to note the meaning of this discussion.
“Dandelions are tenacious and rooted deeply to provide one of the most nutritious and versatile little plants and what do we do with it? Hate it and try to get rid of it, but guess what, it doesn’t get eradicated instead it dominates.” Magdalene waved her hand out to indicate the field of lush growth. “It’s admirable.”
It seemed to click for Volta, her eyes suddenly knowing. “I guess we just call them weeds because we want to… There’s nothing wrong with the flower itself, the yellow makes me very happy and… it makes me think of the colour of your hair.”
Magdalene could feel her blush return in full force, she grumbled out a thanks and looked over the cliffside where it sounded like someone was doing a horrible job at scaling the side wall. “There’s a path around the back, Lucio.”
“Ah, hello my sweet Magpie, and no I don’t need some little side route.” Lucio grunted as he made another feeble stretch for a handhold. “I’ve got this just fine, this is the fastest way I’ll be…” he found himself half a perch and draped dramatically along it’s edge. “If only…if only someone would assist my own magic then I could just float on up.”
“My king, you don’t have any magical abilities.” Volta also peered over the edge, speaking with her mouth full and nearly dropping crumbs onto lucio’s finely coiffed hair.
“I do too!” He coughed. “Maggie,sweetie, you wouldn’t mind just…” He snapped his fingers and gave a whirl motion with his hand.
“There’s. A. Path. In. The. Back.”
“Now now, don’t be a sourpuss Mag!”
Magdalene stared. Lucio pouted his lips.
Magdalene crossed her arms and moved away from the edge, making it so Lucio couldn’t see her anymore.
“Babe?”
“You’re ridiculous, I don’t know why I…” Magdalene summoned her magic, and tossed the King to land in a heap on the ground next to her and Volta.
“Is that the aged Formaggio Imbriago?” Lucio straighten out. “You knew, that I knew, where you’ll be going and had my favourite wined flavoured treat readied.”
“My king, you’re lactose intolerant!” Volta fretted.
“Am not.” He said already serving himself a piece.
“Why don’t you try the Bastardo del Grappa, that’s more your style, goat boy.”
Volta let out a chortle loud enough to surprise the group, but she quickly returned to the basket, pilfering another treat.
Lucio squinted at Volta, but then turned his eyes onto Magdalene. “Sticks and stones, Dollface.”
“You’re awful.”
“Ah, before I forget!” Lucio reached into his cape, and tugged free a bouquet of slightly crushed dandelions. “They’re almost all in puff form during this time, you don’t know how many people I had to order around to get these.”
Magdalene took the bouquet, smiling at Lucio until he tried to give her a kiss. “No, your mouth is covered in food!”
“How about just one kiss?” Lucio looked over to Volta, giving her a sly wink. “Maybe one from each of us?”
Volta clambered onto Magdalene’s side, leaning up to peck a kiss onto the other woman’s jaw. Lucio tried much the same.
The serene naturescape was overshadowed by guffawing laughter and Magdalene promising bloody consequences, but her mood had certainly been elevated.
#fieldsofvesuvia2k19#the arcana game#the arcana#the arcana lucio#the arcana volta#count lucio#lucio#merclucio#Mina's Magical Manuscripts#lucio route#fan apprentice
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Ahhhh boy time to show off a glimpse of my incredibly awkward mashup of the Answer and Steven’s Birthday imo my anxiety is through the roof cause of this chapter but whatever I still gotta get back into the swing of things when writing UF so here’s some cute shit or whatever fluff is all I seem to fucking know how to do anymore in UF laksdjalsjdlaksjdlkda
While the barn had recently been designated as a “drill work zone”, an air of clear festivity hung over it today as the Gems busied themselves decorating for the upcoming party. Balloons had been blown, streamers streamed, and even a banner hung, all to celebrate their youngest member’s birthday. It was a party that had been in the planning stages for weeks now, and even though everyone had taken up shop at the barn to work on the drill, it was a party that they had no intentions of canceling or rescheduling despite its newfound off venue.
“I can’t believe its finally my birthday,” Steven noted to the Gems as he helped Amethyst tie up a handful of balloons. “You’re sure its ok that we’re taking a break from the drill like this?”
“It’s fine,” Pearl assured as she tied a colorful ribbon to the barn’s entrance. “Peridot will keep us on schedule.”
“Yo, Peri!” Amethyst called over to the green Gem as she passed by, clipboard in hand. “You sure you don’t wanna get in on all this?” At this, the purple Gem inflated a green, triangular balloon, only to fill it with too much air to the point of it inevitably popping. Peridot simply sent her an unamused scowl before she headed back into the barn to continue working on the drill.
“We should celebrate our progress,” Garnet said as she placed an affirming hand on Steven’s shoulder. “We should celebrate your progress. You’ve grown a lot this year.”
“He certainly has,” Pearl agreed with a proud grin.
“Yeah…” Steven said, initially not completely convinced until he realized just how much had happened over the past several months alone. Both good and bad, everything he’d been through over the course of the summer seemed to be a growing experience in some way, shape or form, and that indeed, was something to be proud of. ‘’Yeah, I guess so!”
This exchange was soon interupted, however, but the sound of an incoming car horn. Sure enough, a familiar red car pulled onto the scene, one that Steven didn’t hesitate to run over to as soon as it came to a stop near the barn. “Dipper! Mabel!” the young Gem exclaimed happily, pulling both twins into a tight hug the moment they stepped out of the car. “I’m so glad you guys could make it!”
“Well, of course, we made it, Steven,” Dipper laughed as their embrace disbanded. “We already told you yesterday that there was no way we were gonna miss out on your birthday party.”
“Speaking of which…” Mabel’s already abundant smile widened as both her and Dipper presented what they were each holding behind their backs to the young Gem.
“Happy birthday, Steven!” the twins exclaimed in bright unison as they offered up their gifts.
“Aw, you guys!” Steven gushed, stars in his eyes as he took Mabel’s wrapped present first. “You shouldn’t have! And—OH MY GOSH THIS IS AMAZING!” The young Gem’s jaw dropped as he pulled an unmistakably pink stuffed lion out of the box. It was small, yet soft and plus, carefully knitted with almost fuzzy pastel yarn meant to mimic Lion’s own fur.
“Yes! I knew you’d love it!” Mabel exclaimed excitedly. “I knitted that baby up myself. It was my first time sewing up an actual plushie, and it was kinda tricky, but it was more than worth it for you, Steven.”
“Then I’ll treasure it always,” Steven smiled, hugging the plushie close. “Just as much as the real Lion!”
The trio got a good mutual chuckle out of this before the young Gem opened up Dipper’s present next, one that delighted him every bit as Mabel’s. “No way…” Steven gasped, awestruck as he flipped through the small, yet expertly-bound notebook. ‘Dipper, is… is this?”
“Yeah, its… kind of a guidebook to all things Gem-related?” Dipper shrugged with a bit of a flustered grin. “All of the Gem stuff you have to deal with all the time can get… kind of confusing sometimes, I get that, so I just took all of the notes about Gems and everything even remotely related to them from the journal and summed it all up for you in there. Maybe it might end up coming in handy for you someday. Who knows?”
“Are you kidding? Of course this will come in handy!” Steven grinned. “And did you draw all these pictures in here yourself?” Though still somewhat embarrassed by his rather humble present overall, Dipper nodded. “Then that makes it even more special!” the young Gem said readily. “Thanks so much, both of you! These are some of the best birthday presents I’ve ever gotten, hands down!”
“Pfft, seriously, kid?” Stan interupted as he lightly shoved his nibblings aside. “What these two pipsqueaks got you is small-time birthday material. Get a load of this!” The conman presented the young Gem with a rather haphazardly-made card, one that he took and looked over with apt curiosity. “Now, don’t say I never got ya anything, ok?”
“Oh my gosh!” Steven exclaimed as he pulled out the small, crumpled piece of paper stashed away inside of the card. “Is this what I think it is?”
“You better believe it is,” Stan smirked knowingly. “That’s a 100% official coupon for 5% off anything in the Mystery Shack. And by anything I mean anything in the clearance section. And by clearance section I mean that dusty old box that sits in the corner full of busted-up merch that I can’t seem to give away to most folks.”
“Whoa, a whole 5% off!” the young Gem said, duly impressed with the rather unimpressive gift. “I’ve had my eye on that cracked snow globe in the clearance section for a super long time, so this is just perfect! Thanks, Mr. Pines!”
“Heh, don’t mention it,” Stan crossed his arms, proud of his measly present.
“Oh, honestly, Stanley, you couldn’t have even bothered to get the boy an actual gift?” Ford asked with a huff as he joined the group. “Well, I suppose my present will just have to make up for your lousy one. Happy birthday, Steven,” the author’s scowl turned to a smile as he presented the young Gem another wrapped box. Steven was absolutely stunned by the small, yet beautiful spyglass contained within, one that was simple, yet classic in design, and absolutely pristine in every way. “I must admit that I’m not… particularly well-versed in what the ‘youths’ are into nowadays, but Pearl did tell me that you enjoy stargazing every now and then, so I figured one of my own prized spyglasses from back in the day would be suitable enough of a gift.”
“Oh, its more than suitable, Mr. Ford,” Steven quipped as he already began to put the spyglass into use by glancing around with it. “Its amazing! I can use this thing to look at so many stars even from so far away! Its like tiny telescope, I love it!”
“Hm, well, thank you, my boy,” Ford grinned warmly before sending his brother a brief triumphant grin. “It certainly tops a mere coupon after all.”
#lksajdlajsd#whatever#just wanna rush this one out tbh :P#jen writes#universe falls#the answer#uf preview
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Oh. My. Gosh. Just finished Written On Our Veins and was that one of the best stories I've ever read or what? I'm still in tears! So marvelous! You are an exceptionally gifted writer-- gosh! I can't even fathom at how you put such a masterpiece together! It's divine.
Awwww :’) Thank you so so so much! I’m so glad to hear you enjoyed it! ‘Written On Our Veins’ was one of my favourite fics to write, so I’m really glad it brought you joy (and some tears too, sorry about that!) I’ll always hold this story close to my heart, and I’m glad that other people get to enjoy something I’ve created!
(I’ve answered your other messages under the ‘read more’ section, since there was a lot to reply to 💖)
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: I’m screaming! Red Faced was so precious and hilarious! “She knows too much.” Like, straight out of an action flick before the line, “She must be eliminated.” I’m dying from how wonderous this story was! Gosh, Christmas Hobi stories are literally my favorite. No joke. He is the epitome of Christmas, I swear. So I’m just going to go into my little shell here and squeal and die some more, don’t mind me. I love your stuff! Ah!
Asdfghjklll thank you once again! Seeing all this love in my inbox made me so so happy! I’m really glad you liked ‘Red Faced’. Christmas and Hobi really do go hand in hand, he’s just so filled with sunshine, he warms up all that December snow :’)))
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Metallic Snow was sooooo fluff and sweet, I think I got diabetes! I think I came across this story some time ago, but never got to finish it as it was probably one of the ones that was left on my page as I walked away for a day or so to go about my life and tumblr and my phone conspired to refresh my feed and just go back to my home… But anyway! I’m just so glad that I found it again! Fate brought me back. Lmfbo.
Aw, it makes me so happy to hear that you found ‘Metallic Snow’ again, and that you like it! It truly was fate!!!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: I’m crying. A Story Book Ending was marvelous! My heart can’t take just how perfect your rendition of The Nutcracker was, with some liberties, and a gaurded Hoseok. Like, my head is spinning and my heart is in a flurry of emotions. I’m still reeling from the magic you wrote into the story�� your own. Phenomenal! You’d better bet your butter balled butt that I’ll be reading the rest of your Hoseok works, even if it kills me! Heartache and all. Lol. Because that’s just what great Hobi stories do.
Ahhhh thank you :’’’’) Man, your comments are all so nice, and kind, and I’m crying over here, reading through all this! It makes me so ridiculously happy that my writing can have this kind of effect on you! I really loved writing ‘A Story Book Ending’, the nutcracker story is fun to re-write because of the magic and fantasy of it all! I’m so happy that I was able to capture some of that in my own writing!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: I’M CRYING. Soulmates or Strangers was so sweet, sugary and fluffy that I am fanning my cheeks and clenching my poor, bitter, lonely little heart! That ending had my heart in my throat, swelling to three times it’s size, leaving me gasping–choking–for anything to alleviate the bittersweet ache in my heart that I self-deprecatingly crave. I’m a mess. I’m a puddle of mush– a blob of goo left behind by your sugary tales of romanticism. And what is this pistachio latte and where can I find one?!
Aw man! Thank you so much! This message is so sweet as well, you’ve left me clutching my heart, overcome with love! I’m so happy my writing can have this effect, because as a writer, it’s my goal to stir up all these emotions in my readers! :’) Thank you so so much for your kind words!
(Also, pistachio lattes are so so good!!! There’s a small Itallian cafe in the city I study in, and it sells these lattes, and they are just… so delicious!)
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Give Me Sunshine left me feeling so warm and fuzzy! Thank you for writing such sweet little pieces! (Even though it’s the sweet fluff that hurts the most, so I’m left with some residual nausea as well. Don’t ask me why– I’m a wreck. Don’t look at me.) But all because you’re such a fantastic writer and I have loved everything I’ve read of yours so far! I’ve come away smiling like a fruit loop and that’s because of you– so thank you! And Hoseok. But the Hoseok that you write, so it’s all you lol
Aw man, ‘Give Me Sunshine’ was one of the first fics I wrote for this blog! I’m glad it’s still getting love even now! I’m so glad you enjoyed it! :’) It makes my day to know I made someone else smile!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: I am sufficiently crying now. Like, my head is grating, stomach in knots, bile rising, throat constricting… Sorry, Mama was remarkably written and well drafted, as all the other works of yours that I’ve read, but something about this angst had me feeling like I was being personally attacked, and yet– not. Lol. I know I wasn’t. Like, it hit so close to home on some things, and then shot way out into left field in the same moment. Anyway, phenomenal use of writing to the readers subconscious’.
I think ‘Sorry, Mama’ is still one of the saddest fics I’ve written, even though I’ve written fics where worse things happen. It was quite a personal story for me, which is probably why it’s so filled with emotion. Anyway, I’m so sorry that I made you cry, but I guess I’m also glad my writing was powerful enough to get that reaction?
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Just read Anniversary (Hoseok’s Scenario) and that’s literally just what I needed after reading that pile of steaming angst that had me up to the bathtub’s brim in salty tears. Lol. Anyway. This was so precious and sugary sweet! I loved it. Always!
Aw yay! I’m glad I was able to repair the damage after ‘Sorry, Mama’!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: BAHYE SATAN!! White Chocolate Chip Cookie has so many emotions stirring up inside of me for only having 400 words and I can’t handle this! Don’t look at me. I love white chocolate chip cookies, and cuddles, and warm blankets and hot chocolate and– GIXKYDKHU. NO. NO NO NONONO. *cries in the club* Why must you torment my heart, so? I know it’s my own fault for reading the cavity-inducing fluff, but when you put it out there, and it’s so phenomenal– I CAN’T RESIST THE TEMPTATION! You are satan.
I love cookies and cuddles and warm blankets and hot chocolate too! Which is why I loved writing this fic so much :’))) I’m so sorry for putting the temptation there for you, heheh!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: But you’re also an angel. >.
I’m conflicted too! Am I an angel? Or a devil? You’re giving me very mixed signals haha! But no, sorry to disappoint, I’m not a Korean man! I’m just a girl with a lot of stories in her head :’)
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Oh my gosh. Okay, you really need to stop. (But please don’t.) Kissing Santa was so freaking precious and my stomach is in knots and I am dying on the inside and– NO. Just– no. Lmbo. The whole scene was just perfect, my heart is overflowing in warmth and cotton candy and sugar plums and I just want to cry into hot chocolate by a fireplace wrapped in a blanket. You are too marvelous at this!
Ahhh I’m glad you liked it! I have a soft spot for domestic family aus, so ‘Kissing Santa’ was a lot of fun for me! Thank you so much for all the compliments, I’m blushingggggg!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: The Nutcracker was remarkable; phenomenal; splendiferous! I love Christmas so much, and along with it The Nutcracker, especially Tchaikovsky’s musical suites composed for the theatrical/ballet adaptation. I just love how you refer to Hoseok as the Nutcracker, himself, making it all the more romantic and enchanting. I know the Christmas season has passed, but I honestly would celebrate Christmas all year round, just for the feeling and tidings it brings. But, then it would become dismal.. 🤷🏼♀️
I love Christmas so much too! Especially the build up to it, it never fails to stir up all these happy and nostalgic feelings for me! And yeah, Tchaikovsky’s music for the ballet is so nice, I like to listen to it when I’m writing! :’) I’m so glad you enjoyed this story!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Ecstasy is For… was brilliant; magnanimous. One in a million. Wh-what? I’m not crying! You’re crying! I should really stop. I’m getting too deep! Lmbo. My emotions are clouding my judgements and now reality is mixing with fantasy! Who is what and what is why?! Just kidding. No, but seriously, your work is truly remarkable. I adore everything I’ve read, even if I wind up crying like a messy toddler. Lol.
asdfghkllll I can’t handle all these compliments, my heart is going to explode!!! :’’’))) Thank you so much!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Uuugggghhhhhh. Lucky Black Cat is so precious and cute and I want cuddles and coffee. Lmfbo. Everything about it was to die for! My poor little heart is putty in your writer’s hands.
‘Lucky Black Cat’ was a lot of fun to write! I love supernatural/ witch aus, and adding a barista au on top of that is just perfect. I’m glad you enjoyed it, that makes me super happy!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: Oh my God. Growing Pains is so fluff and precious and hilarious and I just CAN’T with how fabulous it all is. That freaking ghost. Lmfbo. There’s some show or book where this old ghost haunts a dorm (or was it simply a house? Idk) but he was a funny old guy who liked to tease the couple, but was also a pervert, so he liked “to watch”, but they’d usually catch him and yell at him to get out. I wish I could remember! Lmbo. Anyway, that’s kinda how I picture this guy.
Oh my gosh, that old ghost sounds so funny! I’m laughing at you imagining the ghost in ‘Growing Pains’ that way! I mean, when I was writing it, I was more imaging the ghost as being well meaning, and wanting to get two hapless souls together, but this interpretation is way funnier!!!
@folkpunkrock-littlewing-blog said: UUUUGGGHHHHAAAA…! Silence to My Noise. Just. Ugh! So cute. I mean. I can’t. Oh God. My heart! The flutters!
And MY HEART is fluttering from all the love you’ve sent into my inbox! I’m crying from all of your kind messages! I really appreciate all of them! They brightened up my day, and I’m really grateful for the time that you took out of your day to read all those stories, and to tell me what you thought of them! It fills me with joy to know my stories can have these kinds of effects, and it’s inspiring me to write all the more! Thank you so so much! I can’t quite express how happy all of this made me, just know I’m smiling like crazy right now!
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Day 6- Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Genre: good ol’ fluff
Member(s): Zhong Chenle (with guest appearances from Lucas and Kun)
Word count: 846
Prompt: “do NOT throw that snowball or else”
Song rec: let it snow
“Oh my god Y/N it snowed last night are you seeing this?!” your best friend yelled down the phone at you, you winced slightly as the tone in his voice got higher.
“Surprisingly I can Chenle, my eyes work perfectly fine,” you replied drolly, as you hunted around your room to find your scarf “it’s the sole reason why we’re meeting up today because you wanted to build a snowman and Jisung didn’t want to help you so you called me last and made me promise to help you”. There was no lie in what you said. As you were ready to go to sleep last night Chenle rang you to ask whether you would be willing to help him on his noble quest to build a replica of Olaf because Jisung was a traitor and had lost his title of best friend and uninvited from his next birthday party and he won’t be buying Jisung any more cookies. His words, not yours.
“Meanie, anyway hurry up or else I will drink all of Kun-ge’s hot chocolate that he bought for Lucas”
“Please don’t do that, I don’t really fancy protecting you from Lucas’s giant frame as he chases you through the dorm again” you sighed out, winding your now found scarf around your neck, “I’m leaving now so I’ll see you in a bit”
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The amount of snow that lined the streets as you made your way over to Chenle’s place was truly insane. You hadn’t had a proper white winter in years and seeing all this snow released the inner child-like behaviour you kept inside of you. A laugh bubbled past your lips as you ran your gloved fingers over the snow laden fences of the houses you walked by, turning into Chenle’s neighbourhood.
The thing about Chenle is, you tend to hear him before you see him so it’s no surprise that as you walk onto the street where he lives you hear him cackling in delight before you actually see him. You’re pretty sure you can hear Lucas yelling something intelligible as you get closer. An idea pops into your head and you scoop up a sizeable amount of snow, squeezing it into a passable snowball before sneaking up on the two boys. You spot Chenle’s purple hair, the purple seeming even brighter against the pure white of the snow that surrounded him and hurl the snowball. You duck behind a car and grin as Chenle’s sounds of disbelief (a.k.a. him screaming) as the snow decorated the back of his head.
“LUCAS?! WAS THAT YOU?! I’M GONNA EAT ALL THE CHRISTMAS CHOCOLATE FROM KUN-GE MARK MY WORDS”
“THAT WASN’T ME DUDE”
“THEN WHO WAS IT IF IT WASN’T Y-“ you decided this was the perfect moment to hop out, two perfectly formed snowballs in your hand and a huge grin on your face. You relished the look of disbelief on the two boys face, laughing when Lucas began to walk away from you and Chenle stood completely still.
“Snowball fight?” you posed the question, but not leaving them enough time to answer before throwing the two snowballs at them.
Time seemed to stop and before you knew it snowballs were flying from all directions and you were absolutely exhausted. You run behind a tree to catch a breath, recounting the last few minutes. You and Chenle had joined forces and pelted the living daylights out of Lucas who was now nursing his loss to Kun and morosely drinking his last stick of hot chocolate. You were currently hiding from Chenle who seemed to making it his soul mission to pelt you in the face with a snowball, reasons still unknown. You were too busy trying to catch your breath that you didn’t notice Chenle sporting a quite frankly terrifying grin, a massive snowball formed in his hands.
“Hey Y/N?”
Your eyes widen as you see Chenle walking towards you, his grin only widening when he follows your line of sight, resting upon his most prized snowball.
“Zhong Chenle do NOT throw that snowball or else,” you warned him, backing up against the tree realising you were trapped.
“Or else what?”
“Uh, good question, I don’t know please don’t throw it at me I’m too young to die!”
“You won’t die, you might just have a cold face”
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True to his words, you did only just end up with a cold face, soon remedied by Kun’s extra stash of Christmas hot chocolate and you flopped on the sofa next to Chenle, curling your body into his. Chenle wrapped his arm around your shoulder and the two of you snuggled on the sofa, trying to regain some kind of warmth you had lost after playing in the snow for over an hour (Kun was not impressed and immediately wrapped the two of you in blankets).
When Kun found the two of you later, napping together on the sofa he just let out a soft smile, tucking the blanket around your sleeping figures before taking a photo and getting some well deserved rest.
ahhhh i love chenle being your best friend concept because it would 10/10 be an absolute mess!!!! also did y’all see dream show from last night bc i was sobbing for a good 2 hours, i’m kinda glad i didn’t get tickets to it bc i wouldve ugly cried all over jaemin :/
qotd: favourite holiday quote?
love, admin leigh (who is currently busy with finals prep and packing bc im going home for christmas instead of staying in korea!)
#nct#nct dream#nct dream imagines#NCT Dream Scenarios#nct zhong chenle#nct chenle#nct dream chenle#zhong chenle#nct dream chenle imagines#nct dream chenle scenarios#nct chenle imagines#nct chenle scenarios#zhong chenle imagines#zhong chenle scenarios#seoulscenarios 25 days of christmas challenge#day 6/25#im sorry its late#i have finals next week n it is STRESS
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