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faux-ecrivain · 2 months

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Mors non est finis

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CONTENT WARNING; Death, war, mentions of infidelity, mentions of blood and waking up in a coffin underground, and memory loss

(Name; Duke Ellis Vanguard; although he’s not actually in this part)

(Thirty Third Official Post)

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‘Dear Elaine,’ Is how the letter began, tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and it took all your willpower not to crumple the letter that your husband had so lovingly written. Why were you so mad? Some might ask, after all, this letter clearly showed that your husband held a lot of love for you, Right? Wrong! Firstly, your name was not Elaine, it was [Y/N]. Second of all, your husband never wrote to you with any such love.

Typically his letter were all business and war related, never once did he refer to you as Dear, or anything of the sort. You see, you and your husband (Duke Ellis) have been fighting together since the two of you were young adults. By that, I mean, you and him have been in the same war for many years. Each year brought your country a little closer to victory and throughout the many years of war (14 to be exact) your husband has never once written to you with love.

His letters were always about the war, battle tactics and how things were going on the eastern front. And you would respond in kind, albeit with a bit more passion, and talk of seeing him after the war (which he always seemed to disregard). Never once in his letters did he ever deviate from the topic of war.

Reluctantly you decided to continue reading this letter, maybe part of you hoped it was simply a letter to a friend, or a sibling, and not a letter to a lover. ‘Though it has been many weeks since we were last together, I still remember that day fondly. I recall how beautiful you looked under the moonlight, I recall the way your smile set fire to my soul and-‘

You couldn’t bare to read anymore, your heart couldn’t take it. As your eyes filled with tears, you tore your gaze away from the letter, crumpled it up and tossed it somewhere in your tent. You collapsed in your chair and covered your face with your hands. Intense betrayal wracked your body as you desperately tried to come to terms with what you’ve learned.

You didn’t understand how he could do that to you, you had been the perfect spouse. At least you thought you were, after all, you had been kind, responsive, gentle (when you weren’t on the battlefield) and loving. You never belittled him, and you always had his back, never once have you been dishonest or unfaithful.

So, how could he do that to you? Weren’t you good enough? Didn’t he say that he would always stay true to you? I mean, that’s what he wrote in his vows, and you thought vows were never meant to be broken. Were you truly so naive? What were you going to do the next time you saw him? Should you pretend nothing happened or confront him? You didn’t know, and you didn’t have an opportunity to think about it either. Because, one of your soldiers had something important to report, and it required your utmost attention.

You wipe away any tears that fell, then you stand up and leave your tent. Your eyes roam across your camp until you find the man you’re looking for. You call out to him, your tone stern and your voice steady. “Charles! You said you have something to report?” He, as were others, was visibly startled by your sudden appearance, which lifted your mood somewhat. It was nice to know that your men still respected you, even if your husband didn’t.

Charles scampered towards you and gave you his report. “Our scouts say they saw enemy shoulders approaching from the west, and it was reported that the people in the northern front are having trouble standing their ground.” You exhale sharply, the sorrows of love almost forgotten as the consequences of war require your full attention. “Tsk, that means the western front has fallen, we’ll have to double the guards on the western border.” You respond, and Charles nods rapidly in agreement. Hence, you mobilize the troops and inform them of the situation, naturally they are intimated (war is frighteningly), but they do not shirk their duties, and they courageously defend the western front.

Unfortunately you would never make it through the night, not because your troops failed, they tried their best, but because of an assassination attempt on your life. Your body was found with your throat slit and there was evidence of a struggle. It’s unknown how no one heard the struggle or why you were targeted, although most assumed it was because you were a formidable enemy. Regardless, a ceremony was held, and your family mourned (surprisingly, even your husband mourned, the little bastard). Little did they know, or anyone know, that you would not be so easily condemned.

You woke within the darkness, confused and frightened, you scratched at the wood surrounding. This causes your nails to crack and your fingers to bleed. You panic, you’ve never done well in enclosed spaces, and kick at the lid of your coffin. It feels as though the walls are closing in on you, as though there were no escape. Your body aches, and your mind can’t quite comprehend the fact that you’re trapped. You struggle, you kick, you claw, and eventually, you’ve made it out of the coffin, and onto the surface.

Unfortunately, your filthy, degraded appearance causes the nearby nobles (and commoners) to scream, some even spray you with ‘holy’ water (to deter any evil spirits from bothering them). You’re briefly disturbed by the water, but it’s also refreshing, you were quite parched after all. Whilst several civilians were panicking about the undead awakening and taking over the world, you were simply trying to crawl out of your grave (which many nobles did not like and told their servants to stop you from doing that).

It was rather annoying, all their screaming and crying, what was especially annoying was how the servants continue to kick at you. Honestly, didn’t they have anything better to do? Your bones creaked as you got out of your grave and stretched your arms above your head. Your staggering stature caused quite a few to collapse in fear, yet you were unaware of this. Your eyes roved across the plot you were buried in, it was well taken care of, but lonely.

For some reason, you felt a simmering rage build up in your heart (which was apparently still beating). You couldn’t remember why you were upset or why you were buried. Nor could you remember how you died, regardless, you felt like someone important, and decided to ask some civilians for information.

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(okay, so I wrote this while I was playing Sims 3. I just got hit with a bout of inspiration and had to write, so there you go, and hopefully you enjoy it!)

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doimaru · 9 months

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LIKE WE JUST MET (p.js)

apart of a collection ⤳ ISTJ masterlist pairing: first love!jisung x reader genre: fluff wc: 2.5k synopsis: Coming back to South Korea after so many years, you hope that things hadn't changed much. But, how much many things can stay the same? And how many people can really wait for you after 6 years? note: i was also using broken melodies as inspiration if u squint since i couldn't decide between the two at first... and yes it's cringe and corny but it was the only way i could make the idea work!!! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You exhaled a sigh of relief as you stepped into your parents’ car. It had been years since you’ve been in Seoul, yet everything seemed the exact same as you had left it. The airport was still busy as you remembered, and your parents' car still smelled just like lemons. Your little brother smiles cheekily at you before squealing, “How does it feel to be home, sis? I can’t wait to tell you everything you missed!” and you swear you would have cried just hearing his voice. It was different than it was 7 years ago now that he went through puberty. It wasn’t just that he went through puberty, but that you were finally hearing it in real life and not over a phone or facetime call. “It feels the same,” you say, making contact with your dad in the rear view mirror before continuing, “but everyone’s just… older?” you say hesitantly. Your family laughs at your comment before your mom sniffles quietly. “Mom? Are you crying?” you ask while putting your hand partly on her shoulder and partly on the back of her car seat while she laughs again. “It’s just that we haven’t been a full family in a long time, you know?” she says, looking back and smiling at you sweetly. You smile back as your dad grabs her hand and gives it a kiss, while mumbling “Well we’re here now, honey.”

You stood on the sidewalk in front of your house as you heard the box truck unload behind you. This moment was so familiar, as it felt like it was the summer before grade 8 all over again, when you moved to America with your dad. You sighed as you recalled how many friends you made cry that day as you looked down the road to the park where kids played. Where you once played with your friends. You stared back at your house before walking inside it after so many years.

You grinned brightly at your group of friends pulling up to your house on their bright, multi-colored scooters. “_____! What’s with these boxes?” Jisung asked as he swatted away the empty cardboard box that was about to fall onto him. “Jisung, you haven’t heard? Our _____ is moving…” Ningning sniffles a fake tear and wipes it off. Jisung’s eyes went wide and shooed all of your friends home to “privately talk to you” (everyone knew you were crushing on each other, it was quite obvious). Not before Jake screamed “They’re going to get their braces stuck together trying to kiss!” and Ningning laughing obnoxiously while skating away. You saw Jisung’s red-tinted cheeks before you gave him a sweet smile and led him into your backyard and inside your treehouse. Jisung and you always loved staying in it until late as it was adorned with multiple fairy lights, many pillows, and the ground was lined with fluffy blankets. Jisung smiled at you sadly, before encasing his small hand over your smaller ones. “____… You won’t forget me and find a new boyfriend wherever you go, right?” he asks timidly. “I won’t, if you’ll promise to stay here until I come back from America!” you look at him fondly as his eyes shift around, anxious. He finally makes eye contact with you before saying “Pinky promise.” and locking pinkies. Jisung began to speak, “ I—” “____! Come on, we need to get ready for the airport!” your dad interrupted him, Jisung just stayed silent before you yelled back at your dad, “5 minutes!” “Jisung, say what you need to say… I have to go soon.” you said before you saw him looking down at his legs, which were criss-crossed of course. “____… I’m going to miss you…” Jisung said and you swear you felt his voice falter into a softer voice than usual. “I’ll miss you too Jisung,” you started and hugged him. “I have to go now.” you said, disappointed that this was how your relationship with him was going to end. “I’ll tell my mom to call you often so we can talk! And don’t worry, I’ll find my way back to you.” you said before letting go of him, and you walked to the ladder. Jisung quickly trailed after you as he yelled your name. You turned around, looking at him confused about why he was pulling you closer before you felt it.

You felt his puckered lips meeting your slightly agape ones.

You gasped into his mouth and accidentally inhaled his breath, making him pull away and cough multiple times. He gave you a wonky smile before you reciprocated, speeding down the ladder before smiling even wider.

Your first kiss.

Walking into your house, you saw all of the photos of you hung up alongside the photos of your brother and family. You sat down at the couch before you looked around. You are right, nothing has changed in your house. There was no new furniture, not a single missing picture frame of you and your old friends. You grabbed one of Jisung, Sara, and you at the fair. You look lovingly at the photo, remembering this day clearer than any day in your childhood.

“Mom, I want that!” you screamed as you pointed at the beige and white hamster plush. The fair worker gently smiled at you before informing your mom that one play was $2. Your mom hurriedly shuffled around in her purse before pulling out six $1 bills, politely handing them to the fair worker. “Kids, go play!” she urged Jisung, Sara, and you to the stand. “This is going to be hard to win…” Sara mumbled before throwing the ball at the stack of empty bottles. In the end, your mom lost $12 dollars and you lost your dignity. None of you could even knock down three bottles, let alone six. You sulked towards the pirate ship before Jisung stopped in front of the line. “What’s wrong Jisung?” your mom asked as Sara and you both stopped walking, turning to face them. “I-I don’t want to go on this ride…” he mumbled before looking down, shamefully. “It’s okay! you girls go together, alright? I’ll stay here with Jisung.” your mom ushered you and Sara to go on the ride. Before you could protest, Sara pulled you by your linked hands white shouting “Come on!”

While on the ride, you looked everywhere for your mom and Jisung. You couldn’t find them at all, twisting your head in all sorts of ways before the ride stopped. Everyone rushed off the ride as you were still looking for your mom and Jisung. You heard Jisung yell your name before you snapped your head in the direction of his voice. You turned giddy as you felt Jisung wrap your hand around the soft, fluffy fur of the stuffed animal.

It was the hamster stuffed animal you wanted.

You squealed and hugged him as he laughed, saying into your ear “I got it for you!”As you pulled away you looked at him adoringly, and for the first time he felt shy under your gaze. You thanked him and looked at the plush again, then him.

It was the first day you started crushing on Jisung.

As you were about to walk up the stairs to your room, your mom called you. “____! Could you go to the store and pick up something, please? I forgot to go grocery shopping before picking you up from the airport.” Your mom spoke from downstairs, and you could smell the scent of braised meat rushing out of the kitchen as you walked towards the door. “Text me what you want!” you said before leaving the house.

You breathed in the cool, moist air of the grocery store before grabbing a red cart and opening your phone to see the grocery list and $50 of apple pay your mom sent you.

Eggs Milk Cereal (Anything your brother and you like) Salt Crackers You can get anything else you want with the extra. Love you!

You smiled at her text before looking for the items she requested. You placed the dark green box of Club Crackers into the cart as you wheeled it to the cereal section. You tried to remember what cereal your brother liked… Was it Frosted Flakes? Or Cheerios?

Scanning the isle, you took a lucky guess and looked for Frosted Flakes. You went to reach for them on the third shelf, but there was a problem.

You weren’t tall enough.

You sighed as you looked around for an employee to help you, but you couldn’t see any employees anywhere. Did all the employees really have to be busy right now? You just saw three on your way to the cereal section!

You looked around once more before accepting that you couldn’t see anyone that could assist you, before trying to reach for the box of sugary cereal once more. You were on your tippy toes, fingers nearly gazing at the cereal box before the scent of vanilla and coconut lingered around you.

It smelled just like the eau de toilette you got Jisung for his 14th birthday.

The person grabbed the box for you before you turned around, pushing the box into your hands.

For a moment, you thought he was Jisung. But the thought quickly vanished as you blinked and the picture of Jisung smiling at you was replaced with the face of a complete stranger.

“Thanks…!” you mumbled quickly before rushing off to your cart before he could say anything to you.

You sat on your pink, pretty princess bed as you opened boxes to put your belongings away. Your room is still as cute and glittery as you remember, the years of love (stickers and drawings) shown on the walls around you. You gazed at the photos on the wall and laughed at the picture of Jisung and you with flower crowns in the park next to your house, where you both met.

You were on the grass, picking flowers as a shadow blocked your sight from picking a white flower. You quickly looked behind you before you saw a small boy’s big, anxious eyes gazing at you. “I—... Wow, you’re beautiful!” his little voice said before you laughed at him. His face lightened up as you invited him to pick flowers with you. Every time you went to talk to him, his eyes still peered at you lovingly, in adoration. It made you just as nervous as him.

As you opened the last box labeled “miscellaneous”, you found your old flip phone. Your parents didn’t trust you enough with a smartphone, so instead they gave it as a farewell gift to keep in touch with your friends. It was fun, but short lived as you could only keep contact for so long. You kept reminiscing until you heard a group of people talking and laughing outside your window. Turning around to open your curtains, you saw a group of people around your age outside Jisung’s house.

Soon, you saw Jisung exiting his house. A girl wrapping her arm around his shoulder, her face scrunched up into a happy grin.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at someone who was once so present in your childhood.

Did he contradict what he asked of you before you left and found a new girlfriend? I mean you never really broke up and you couldn’t expect him to wait for you forever.

You chewed at your nails as you watched the group sit on his lawn, the girl’s arm still around him before her fingers entangled in Jisung’s now-dyed dark blue hair. You stare a bit more at her chipped, white nails before you abruptly shut your curtains closed.

Is it wrong to still be in love with someone you knew in the past?

It kept you up all night. What if he saw you? What if he's not the same person he was before? What if he doesn’t remember you? Similar questions swirled around in your head as you looked at the pictures of you and your childhood friends plastered on your bulletin board. Hopefully, you’ll figure out all the answers to your questions. And hopefully they’re all the answers you want to hear.

You groaned as you woke up to the sound of your younger brother running into your room. “Hello~! Get up! Let’s go get ice cream!” Your brother yelled, jumping on you. “Hey, hey! Okay. I’m up… It’s too early for ice cream!” you scolded him as you stood up, the hamster plush Jisung gave you falling off of your bed along with your pink blanket.

You were about to speak until you heard your door ring. “Where’s mom and dad..?” you rest your hands on your hip before your brother tells you about the “overdue date” they’re on, and that you have to take care of your brother while you’re away. You exhale as the doorbell rings again. “Go make your bed,” you say as you peek into his room, seeing his bed sheets messy and pillows everywhere. “We can go eat breakfast after and get ice cream.” you tell him as you race down the stairs. The doorbell rings once again, followed by aggressive pounding before you whine out a loud “I’m coming! Geez…”

Opening the door you freeze as you see who it is. Jisung mimicked the look on your face (of shock, by the way) as he saw you, his eyes lit up.

As you both stand still by the door, you look at the contents of the plate he was holding.

M&M brownies, your brother's favorite.

You look up at him and open your mouth to say something, except nothing comes out. You gaze at his face harder, noticing how he’s aged over the years. He no longer had his blue braces and his hair grew out into a mullet. His face was no longer the gentle, cute one you remember, now it was sharp and chiseled. He was now the tallest boy at school, instead of the shortest. One thing that never changed about him however, was the tint of softness in his eyes. He always looked at and treated you like you were made of porcelain ever since you were both kids. Also, he still smelled like vanilla and coconut.

“Jisung?” you muttered quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. His face slowly bloomed into a smile, the same smile you remember.

“Hi..!” He whispered, his voice now deep and rich. You smiled back at him, feeling the homesick feeling finally fading as you took the plate from his hands and led him inside. You listened as he excitedly talked to you. Every time you looked at him, your stomach churned with each word he said all over again.

Because he still looked at you like you just met.

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Daniel Ricciardo (Alpha Tauri) - What Mama Don't Know, Won't Hurt Her

Requested: on wattpad

Prompt: Y/n and Daniel's daughter recalls her childhood racing

Warnings: not much tbh

The intro music to the show began and the crowd applauded at the interviewer prepared to welcome the viewers back after the break. "Hello and welcome back to thee show. Before we went on commercial break, we were talking to the racing wonder Keila Ricciardo who is still with us about her diet and other things like that but now I think we're gonna get into your career so Keila, how did you start off racing. Was it karting or was it something else?"

"Well I don't remember exactly but from what dad told me, the hunger for speed has always been there...

"Mum and Dad sat watching my brother Jamie driving his kart around track. He'd been karting a good two years and was winning things left right and centre. It scared mum for sure but she didn't mind since he was always careful and knew when to stop pushing, unlike a certain driver that she found herself married to. While mum was entirely focused on myy brother racing, Dad was focused on his other child pretending to steer and making some noises to almost envision herself in a kart. Dad remembers smiling like a child on Chrristmas and brought it to Mum's attention." Keila smiles as she remembers the story fondly.

"What did your mom think? I mean she must have been like 'no, we already have two drivers we aren't having a third.' "

"Well pretty much yeah. Dad like, pulled her aside and pointed at me saying like "look at her go. She's almost nailed the track entirely." Dad said mum looked down and smiled softly at me. "I think we should get her a kart." Dad whispered to her and no joke, almost immediately, Mum declined his offer. "Dan, we aren't getting her a kart." Dad scoffed and was like, "And why not?" Mum went completely ballistic at this point and we were getting people just staring at us she was yelling like, "Dan! He's barely two! I don't want her crashing!" she said. Dad had to admit, it was a pretty convincing argument but he so desperately wanted his daughter to race, just look at her!"

"Yeah she's adorable and knows how to drive a car, what's not to love?" the interviewer joked. "Yeah well dad didn't want me to just let go of whatever dream she had for racing so he plotted in secret to get ms a kart, not a motor one, a pedal one for now until I got used to everything."

"And did you know you were getting a kart?" Keila shook her head. "No, absolutely not! I think if I had known, I would have been running into school telling everyone so I think he did well to not tell me but he remembers the day that my kart came like it was yesterday. So, Mum left for work like she usually did and Dad was left at home with us. Dad kept looking out tthee window and at the time, I didn't know what was going on, I just weren't with it. I remember that he jumped up excitedly when he saw a truck come and dropped off this huge box. He called me into the kitchen and opened the box to reveal this gorgeous black and green kart and I apparently nearly squealed the house down. That was all great but there're was a catch. Just as I got onto it and began pedalling, Dad dragged me back and whispered into my ear 'Don't tell your mother!' "

"What Momma won't know won't hurt her." The audience laughed at the story and clapped too. "Right! So we didn't tell her and we hid the kart in the shed because she never went there but then by the time I was four, I wanted a motor kart like Jamie and word might have slipped that I had a kart and mum like, flipped. She was yelling, dad was just sitting back too scared to say anything-"

"So you're telling me that Daniel Ricciardo, the man who used to drive formula one cars at 300kph was scared of your mum?" The interviewer asked through furrowed brows. Keila's eyes opened wide and looked almost afraid. "Mate, she's scary when she's angry, I wouldn't blame him. Yeah but mum eventually gave in gave me Jamie's old kart and I was quite happy with it until I started competing at a higher level."

"Yeah so you're in formula two yes?" he asked looking at one of his cards. "Yes, but I'm going to Formula One next year with Williams. Jamie is in the McLaren so hopefully we can get some good battles." Keila laughed. "We all want some sibling drama but would that not cause fights at the table?" he joked. "It's already did! When we were karting together wee kept fighting. For example I'd finish higher than Jamie and I'd tease him about it and then a brawl would start at the table. Mum would have us washing dishes afterwards as a punishment of sorts."

"Your mum seems scary but she must have whipped you two into shape." Keila chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, she definitely did. People say I have the fun, outgoing side of my dad but the discipline of my mum so its a good mix there." The interviewer saw his queue for the interview to end so he quickly changed it up a bit. "Well wee would love to listen to more stories about Momma Ricciardo but we have just about run out of time but it was lovely having you on the show. Ladies and Gentleman, Keila Ricciardo!"

Keila stood up and wavered before walking off the stage to get back home to her parents that she missed so dearly and that interview only made her miss them more. As she changed clothes, she couldn't help but smile at the memories she had just described, each one better than the last. She was one step closer to her dream of being a formula one driver and it was all thanks to her family; Jamie, Daniel and Y/n Ricciardo.

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @rosieathena - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

Familiar Face

“What about you, kid, did you have a crush in school?” Derek asks Spencer, a natural progression considering everyone on the team had already discussed their school crushes. Even Penelope joined in from the computer screen. It‘s a long flight, they have time.

The image of you enters Spencer’s mind as soon as the question is asked.

“No, I didnt.” He answers, the picture of you seeming to grow until it envelopes all of his thoughts.

Emily raises an eyebrow. “I think someone is telling a lie!”

This peaks the entire team’s interest, all of them leaning forward in their seats, profiling him expertly in terrifying silence.

“Alright, alright! There was a girl I had feelings for!” Spencer admits defeat under the deadly gaze of his friends, who all smile in joint victory.

“Come on kid, you’ve gotta tell us more!” Derek says, already prepared to tease the genius to no end.

Spencer sighs. “She was my best friend. My only friend, actually. Nobody could really...stand to be around me, nobody my own age, back then. The only reason I wasnt mercilessly bullied was because of her, she so fiercely defended me all the time.” He laughs fondly, losing himself to thoughts of you. “She was always much smaller than me, but she was fearless. We used to play imaginary games where we were both police officers chasing bad guys; it was her who inspired me to want to pursue a career like this. Before her, the bad guys scared me. My mom loved her, and she loved my mom, they were always laughing together whenever she came over. I can distinctly remember my heart stopping when our imaginary police games got particularly dramatic and she’d grab my hand, for just a few seconds I was allowed to believe I had a chance with her.” Spencer shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts and clearing his throat. “But that was a long time ago, she has most likely forgotten all about me.”

He looks down at the case file in his hands and pretends to read it while the team exchange glances. He did his best to reveal as little personal information possible about you, so that they have no way of finding you and forcing you to see him again, but he couldnt help still feeling worried.

It had been a while since Spencer had thought of you. His mind drifted to you every so often, but he only ever let himself very shallowly recall memories of you, he wouldnt dare relive them properly. But after talking about you aloud for the first time in so many years, the dam was broken, and his mind was flooded.

Not only does he recall how his heart stopped when you held his hand, he remembers the way you’d grin every time you saw him, even if you’d only spent an hour without him. Spencer recites the countless facts he remembered specifically to tell you. He remembers every word you ever told him, from the day you met when the two of you were five years old, until the day he graduated high school at 12 and had to leave for college.

That day in kindergarten, you left the other kids you were playing with so that you could go and sit with little Spencer, who was reading a book by himself. You introduced yourself and asked him to read to you, which became an ongoing tradition in your friendship, up until the day you cried into each other before he had to leave for college. You told him you adored him, that you’d do everything in your power to stay in touch with him, and then you kissed him. Neither him nor you had ever addressed any feelings outside of friendship, and even then, neither of you said anything. It was your shared first kiss.

Spencer remembers every detail of every incident when you physically jumped in front of him to protect him from school bullies. He counted six times that you got called to the principal’s office for punching, kicking and biting people that were mean to him. It would always be Spencer who pulled you away from a fight and held you back, you werent scared at all. He remembers when you got a black eye in a particular incident protecting him, he felt so guilty that he threw up and tried to avoid you, because he thought you’d be safer and happier without him. But you found him, you always did, and you told him you’d break every bone in your body if it meant he would be safe. That was one of the moments, one of many, that made him fall so hard for you.

A week passed, a week of Spencer daydreaming of you in the same way he did all those years ago. None of the team had brought you up again, which gave him just as much relief as it did stress; he couldnt tell if they were planning something or if they’d simply moved on. Regardless, the team’s focus is presently on a case of a missing child. This case is only a short drive away, no flight necessary, which was the only pleasantry of this case.

“We contacted a CARD team investigator to assist us on this case.” Aaron briefs the team as they enter the station, and everyone nods.

The CARD team, Child Abduction Response Deployment, works to recover victims as quickly as possible and helps apprehend those responsible for taking them. There are only 60 or so agents who make up the CARD team, stationed at field offices and assigned to one of five regional teams. They are seasoned veterans of crimes against children, especially child abductions, and have received extensive training. While some local law enforcement agencies may only work one or two child abduction cases a year, CARD team agents work these kinds of cases all the time, keeping their unique skill set honed.

An officer approaches Aaron. “Agent (Y/L/N) has already started interrogating the first person on the local sex offenders list.”

Hotch nods. “Rossi, you and Prentiss speak to the first victim’s family. JJ and Derek, go and speak to Addie’s parents.” He instructs, referring to the child currently missing. “Reid and I will assist Agent (Y/L/N) with interrogations.”

Spencer feels his mouth dry up, Agent (Y/L/N)? It couldnt be, could it? The probability of that coincidence is far too low, it isnt logical, only hopeful.

The team splits up, with Spencer and Aaron heading to the interrogation room. The CARD investigator has her back to the window, sitting opposite a particularly seedy looking middle aged man.

“How many times are you and I going to meet in these circumstances, Mr. Williams?” She says, a hint of sass mixed into her authoritative tone.

“As many times as you jump to suspect me the second a kid goes missing!” Mr. Wiliams snaps back, raising his voice.

Although Spencer cant see her face, he can practically hear her raise an eyebrow sarcastically as she laughs. “Oh, you overestimate yourself, Mr. Williams. You are simply the first name on the list, there are plenty of other creeps far more capable of such a professionally executed crime. As far as Im concerned, you’re an amateur.”

Spencer smiles slightly. Hotch looks at him.

“She’s good, isnt she?”

Spencer nods. “She’ll break him in no time.”

He cant help recognising her voice as somewhat familiar, but he discards it as his mind playing tricks on him.

“Garcia said she’s quoted as the best CARD investigator in her regional team, if not the best of them all. In every case she’s worked, she’s found every child, and found them alive.”

Spencer frowns slightly, looking to Hotch. “Why did Garcia do a background check on a CARD investigator?”

There’s a flicker of panic in Aaron’s eyes, but he immediately regains composure. “She’d heard of Agent (Y/L/N) prior to this, in various articles Garcia likes to read about children who were reunited with their parents after being kidnapped. She hoped to join us on this case so that she could befriend the investigator.”

Spencer nods, that does sound like Penelope. But he couldnt shake the feeling that something was off. Penelope had never mentioned an Agent (Y/L/N) before.

“You’re obsessed with me!” Mr. Williams scoffs. “Even though Im in therapy for my inappropriate attractions, I’d rather have my dick cut off with a butter knife than sleep with you!”

The CARD investigator laughs at that, she really laughs, dramatically wiping tears from her eyes.

“Oh, now you’ve dug yourself a hole!” She says as she rises from her seat, placing her palms flat on the interrogation table and leaning over to him. “I’ve got a game for you. Why dont you go ahead and give me a list of women who would sleep with a man who can only get it up for little kids? Oh, wait, sorry, Im getting you confused with pedophiles who can get it up in the first place. You missed that train, didnt you? I also think you’re forgetting who was at your court case, and who saw the naked pictures of you that were passed around the court.” She chuckles, shaking her head dismissively as she walks around the table and leans over him from the side, her hair shielding her face from Spencer’s view.

“Sweetheart, my pinky finger would give me more satisfaction!” Agent (Y/L/N) cheers.

Mr. Williams tugs at his handcuffs, and she laughs harder.

“You’re really gonna try that with me? Do you WANT to go back in a cell? From what I remember, the other inmates dont take kindly to people like you, but Im sure you know that from your own experience, right?” She leans closer to him, Mr. Williams shrinking away from her. “Where were you at 3pm on Tuesday the 13th?” She tucks her hair behind her ear, and Spencer’s blood runs cold.

It’s you.

He knew it, the moment he heard your name, heard your voice, your laugh, he just didnt want to admit it!

“How did you find her?” Spencer asks, his voice stern.

“Garcia.” Hotch replies, neither of the men looking at each other.

Spencer nods and speed walks away, feeling his entire body heating up until he steps outside the building. He feels lightheaded, dizzy, like he’s dreaming. Before he knows it, his phone is pressed to his ear.

“You’ve reached the desk of the one and only sex goddess-“

Spencer cuts Penelope off. “How did you find her?”

He hears her swallow nervously. “W-Well, you graduated early, so I knew there was no point looking in yearbooks, but there were school pictures from before then...she was always stood next to you.”

Spencer sighs, Penelope doesnt say anything else, and he knows why. She’s worried that he’s angry with her, but he could never be. He knows that the team put her up to it for that exact reason: Garcia is the only person on the team he cant hold a grudge against, because her intentions are always nothing but kind. Without her needing to say it, Spencer knows she found you because she saw how happy he was just talking about you, she wanted to reunite the two of you. Set him up with someone that he already knew, or did, many years ago. And for that, he cant be upset with her.

“I havent seen her since I was 12, what do I say?” Spencer asks, truly lost in a situation he had not prepared himself for.

He can hear the relief in Penelope’s voice at his response. “Just be yourself! That worked when you were kids, so it’ll work now!”

Spencer looks over the door of the police station. “How can you know that?”

The smile on Penelope’s face is obvious. “You both ended up catching the bad guys.”

Spencer cant help but smile, too. It’s a strange bit of reassurance, and he appreciates it more than he can say. “Thank you.”

Penelope squeals. “Go get her!”

Then she hangs up, causing Spencer to laugh as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. He takes a few deep breaths as he stares at the door, hyping himself up before he nods to himself and walks back inside. Determination fills him as he makes his way back to the interrogation room, but the determination melts when he sees you talking with Hotch in the entrance hall. He had anticipated he’d have a few more seconds to mentally prepare, but that was gone, and so was his confidence. Spencer stops dead in his tracks, frozen to the spot.

You and Hotch smile as you talk, your eyes distracted from him by something you couldnt figure out, until they glanced at the door. Your expression fell into one of utter disbelief. Wide eyes approach Spencer at a pace that could slow time itself. Once you’re close enough, you lift your hand at the same snail speed, gently touching his cheek with your fingertips.

“Is it really you?” You whisper, such a quiet contrast to the confidence in the interrogation room.

Spencer nods, parting his mouth to speak, but then your face begins to change. A smile forms, blooming into a grin until he recognises it as the same smile you’d always give him, and quite suddenly all words lose their meaning. No amount of syllables or sentences could come close to a justified description of your beauty.

“Well, let me start by saying with complete confidence that my childhood crush on you has transcended its previous laws.” You say, blushing slightly at your own confession.

“How so?” Spencer asks with a small smile.

“Childhood crushes are supposed to end when childhood does, but here I am!” You declare, playfully mad at him.

He laughs. “Last time I saw you, you very unfairly put me in a state of shock that made me mute for an entire day.”

Your eyes widen with concern. “I did? Why!?! How!?!”

Spencer sighs. “You kissed me, and as soon as you did I couldnt function.”

“And why is that unfair?” You ask teasingly, grinning again.

“You rendered me physically incapable of responding appropriately!” Spencer states in joking accusation.

You raise an eyebrow, processing the sentiment behind his words. You take a step closer to him, standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck. “Well, what’s a 20 year break in a conversation? I’d gladly continue it! A little less sadly this time around though, if possible.”

Spencer leans in. “Oh, that’s definitely possible.” He mumbles quietly, half a second before your lips meet his.

Spencer’s hands go to your waist, then to the small of your back, then your hips, while yours run through his hair and hold him to you, not that he’d ever try to escape. Your lips collide in the most gorgeous way, dancing together wordlessly, perfectly detailling the extent of your yearning for each other. You pull away, panting, and Spencer feels himself swell with pride noticing how impressed you are. Maybe waiting 20 years to kiss you back was good, since he got some practise in before the final test. Seeing you still recovering from his kiss, he finds confidence he never would’ve found without you.

“So, dinner tonight?”

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #imagine #imagines #x reader #criminal minds #fanfic #fanfiction #headcannon

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sheikahwarriork · 6 months

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prompt for childhood enemies dimileth!!!

When Byleth was 6 years old, and Jeralt left her in the care of an inkeeper while he was doing merc jobs, a traveling caravan of rich people arrived to the inn, and she heard an ugly rich bowlcut blonde baby say his dad was the strongest and could beat anybody's dad and she choose violence.

Someone had to put the bowlcut in his place and make him understand Jeralt was the strongest.

Dimitri didn't want to fight back for his crest until Byleth called him a wussy... which is a word the mercs used around her and she didn't know what it meant.

(she fondly recalls this story as the first time she won a fight)

(dimitri still has bite scars from the incident and was very scared of girls for a long time)

(gustave was worried sick a commoner kid got the crown prince rabbies)

(they haven't connected the dots)

(This is the same anon who hates Dimitri's hair)

(hello dear dimitri's hair hater anon, i loved this prompt a lot! i changed some little points in the narration, but the main plotis the one you wrote. i really hope you'll like this :3)

wordcount: 1.2k

Byleth was extremely bored. Jeralt— no, he said to call him dad— Dad went to do some cool mercenary stuff he said were 'too dangerous' for Byleth to attend. How silly! She was perfectly capable of taking care of enemies. She had the best teacher in the world, after all; the Blade Breaker’s abilities were well known along all Fodlan.

Of course, she was still only six, while her father was… How many years old was Jeralt again? She realised she didn’t know exactly. Probably the same age all dads were. Like three-hundred years old or something like that.

Byleth frowned. Did she need to wait three-hundred years to become as powerful as Jeralt? No, it was too far away from now! The little girl stood up. She needed to go training now.

She went out the little inn where Jeralt— Dad left her some days ago, heading for that nice spot she found out the day before to train with her new super powerful sword. (Well, wood sword. After the last time Byleth tried to train by herself, she almost chopped her own leg, so Jeralt took precautions by giving her a weapon that 'woudn’t hurt his precious little girl'. How melodramatic! But he chose it precisely for her. It was special. She wasn’t gonna break it!)

Her wandering gaze stopped when she noticed some people a few meters from her. She frowned. A tall guy with dark hair and a younger blonde boy with an ugly bowlcut were talking under a tree, the very tree of her perfect nice training spot.

She frowned again. As people said, Byleth wasn’t… the best at social interactions. She didn’t like talking to people, especially strangers. And she hated when she had to. Like this moment. She needed those two to get out of her new special training spot. She needed to train! To become more powerful! Like, right now!

The urge to train was bigger than her despise for talking to strangers, so she got closer to the tree, holding hard her sword. Byleth repeated in her mind Jeralt— Dad’s lessons about how ‘not to be too scary with other people’. She had to act nice.

“Hi. Get out of my training spot”.

A greeting! Super nice. ‘Good job, me’, she thought, pleased with herself.

The taller boy looked at her with surprise, but his expression quickly changed in a smile. “Hello, you fellow warrior”, he said in a condescending tone, winking.

Ugh. That was one of the thing Byleth hated the most: grown-ups treating her like she was just a little child!

“Get out, I said! I need to train”, she said, pointing at her sword.

Bowlcut boy frowned. “But you’re too young to train by your own!”

“What?!” Byleth exclaimed to him, annoyed.

“Yes! My dad says children shouldn’t fight until they grow up. And you look almost my age! So, you can’t train”, Bowlcut boy explained, nodding.

Byleth crossed her arms. “It doesn’t make sense! My dad helps me train since I was… younger than you!”

Bowlcut boy looked troubled. “Why does you dad train you?”

“Because I want to become strong, and he’s the strongest mercenary of all Fodlan!”, Byleth said with a hint of pride.

Now Bowlcut boy looked annoyed. “That’s not true! My dad is the strongest one! Glenn, tell her!” he added, looking at the taller annoying guy.

Tall-annoying guy was watching at them holding a hand over his mouth as if he wanted to hide it, slightly shaking. Then he proceeded to burst into laughter, hitting the ground with his fist, without saying a thing.

Byleth frowned. What a weird guy.

Bowlcut boy frowned too, but apparently he decided to let the matter drop, as he looked at Byleth again. “My dad is stronger! He has big muscles, and he’s the only one that can use a super uper big powerful spear!” Then he looked down at Tall-annoying guy, who was still on the floor. “Glenn! Tell her!”

The guy tried to stop laughing, but miserably failed. “So… sorry, Dimitri… you’ll have to… deal with her yourself… PUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Byleth crossed her arms; then, she got an idea. “Let’s settle this with a fight. However wins, has the strongest dad!”

Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened. “N… no! I can’t! I’ll hurt you!”

Byleth was really annoyed now: how dared that little brat imply he could beat her?!

She lifted her sword, pointing at Bowlcut boy. “Prepare yourself!”

“Oh, fuck!” Tall-annoying guy stopped laughing and stood up between them. “Ok, party’s over. Let’s try to get along, shall we?”

Bowlcut boy sighed in relief. Byleth sticked her tongue out, looking at him. “Your dad’s just a… wussy!”

Byleth really liked the word ‘wussy’. The way it sounded was funny. She didn’t exactly know the meaning, but Jeralt’s mercenaries often used it when someone was arguing (usually when drinking that weird ‘grown-ups fruit juice’) with some other of the band, getting the latter very angry. And Byleth wanted to make Bowlcut boy angry.

And she succeded! Bowlcut boy’s eyes widened, and he proceeded to run towards her. Byleth was ready, and promptly dodged the boy. She grabbed his arm, and sinked her teeth in it.

The boy screamed in pain until Tall-annoying boy managed to pull him away. “Shit shit shit! What the hell is wrong with you two?!” he said in a high-pitched tone. Bowlcut boy started crying.

‘Pathetic’, Byleth thought.

“Okay, little girl, we’re leaving, but promise me you’ll stay away from Dimitri!” Tall-annoying guy said, while taking Bowlcut boy in his arms. “We’re leaving soon anyway, so forget about this and do not tell anyone!” he added, going inside the inn, without waiting for Byleth to respond. “Shit! I did tell Gustave I’m not a good babysitter…” she heard him muttering, while Bowlcut boy was still crying.

She looked at the now closed door for a few seconds more, then turned around. “Okay. Melee training for day: done. I should practice with my sword now…”

“You did what?!” Jeralt—Dad screamed in shock.

Byleth crossed her arms. “I bit him, I told you! He was saying some crap about you!”

Dad looked at her in disbelief, and then bursted into laughter.

‘Why is everyone laughing at me today?!’

“You… you bit him… you bit the… freaking… AHAHAHAHAHA!” Dad was laughing so hard he didn’t finish the phrase.

Byleth shrugged, deciding to let him be. ‘It’s not like I’m gonna ever see Bowlcut boy again…’

15 years later

Byleth didn’t know if she was getting better at reading people, or if Jeralt was acting strange more than usual. Since she told him she chose to lead the Blue Lion House, her father started to make a soft giggle everytime she mentioned the house-leader, Dimitri. It was getting annoying.

“Are you going to tell me why do you make that sound everytime I mention Dimitri, dad?!” she finally said one afternoon, while her and Jeralt were having tea in her room.

Jeralt smiled. “Ah! Never. But maybe, you’ll have your answer if you’ll ever see his arm… Summer is starting, after all…”

#didnt put gustave bc In This House We Hate Gustave/Gilbert #glenn is like 12 here i think? but already a Faerghus KnightTM #so when he saw this little weird girl threatening him and The Prince Of Faerghus With The Crest Of Blayddid he starts laughing #but not in a mean way #hes like 'omg shes soooo cute lmao'#also jeralt loses his shit bc his daughter freaking bit the freaking prince of faerghus after calling the freaking king a PUSSY. (*wussy.)#they need to leave like NOW but he has a bit of time to laugh #i had so much fun thank you anon <3<3<3<3 #anon ask #anon prompt #dimileth #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #byleth eisner #jeralt eisner #fe3h #fanfic by op #can i put these fics from anon ask on ao3 too? lmao #yuzu writes #yuzu speaks

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Pillow Talk

Eighteenth Prompt: When was the exact moment Vier fell in love?

C/W: It gets mildly spicy at the end

Summary: Astarion finds himself curious as to when Vier first fell in love with him. (1492 words)

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“You know, for the longest time, I thought it was the night of the party.”

Vier lay nestled snugly within Astarion’s arms in their bed, her head resting against his bare chest. His pale skin had grown rather warm with how much of her heat it had absorbed, and if she didn’t know better, she might have thought she’d heard his heart beating in his chest for just a moment. For a moment, she wondered what a vampire’s equivalent to a racing pulse was. Was there a magical sort of sensation unique to them, or did the heart still remember what it felt like to throb and summon up its phantom?

She continued, “I told you about that one, right?”

“Not so much ‘told me’ as ‘showed me through that ghastly tadpole the night I confessed to you,’ but yes,” Astarion replied, his right hand idly running through Vier’s sussur bark hair. “My little ‘I love you’ hit harder than you expected, you snuck out of camp to have a moment to yourself, and…you cried.”

As he recalled the vision, he pulled Vier just a bit tighter to him, just as he had on the night he’d first seen it. “I’m still sorry for that, you know. Of course, at the time I didn’t much care, but…had I the ability, I’d go whip my own arse for putting you through that torment.”

“Water under the bridge, I assure you,” Vier said with a gentle pat to Astarion’s pec. “Anyway, I thought that moment, hearing that ‘I love you’ which I absolutely knew was a lie but which set my heart afire regardless, was it. But in retrospect, I feel like that was simply the moment I realized I had fallen in love. There had to have been some earlier turning point, something else to make my feelings change from merely wanting to help you as I was helping everyone else.”

“I take it you’ve put quite a bit of thought into this, then?” asked Astarion with genuine curiosity.

“Of course,” Vier replied. “A common part of our daily meditations in the church is self-reflection. It’s good to understand how my thoughts and feelings develop, so that I might continue to nudge them in a positive, productive direction. But getting back to the point, I thought back over the days leading up to the party and tried to comb through for that one moment. Obviously, the first turning point was the night I let you bite me.”

“Which I still look back on fondly,” Astarion sighed, cuddling Vier closely for a moment. “Gods, if only I could’ve truly appreciated that moment more. Ah, it was so sweet how lost in the moment you were, how lost we both were.”

“Well, I don’t wish to burst your bubble any, but that was only the first moment of attraction. It certainly wasn’t love at first bite, as everything else about you was still deeply frustrating.”

Despite the fact he absolutely agreed, Astarion still couldn’t help but pout a bit at Vier’s blunt assessment.

“It wouldn’t be until you first opened up to me about Cazador that I would start to properly care for you beyond a surface-level carnal desire. You reminded me so much of how I’d been before Cyril took me in; I was hateful, power-hungry, indiscriminately murderous, just as you were. It may not have been my place, exactly, but I wanted to show you that you could be so much more, that you deserved to be so much more. But it was still far too early to call that ‘love’. I wanted purely to help you, and I told myself that however you hissed and spit, I would treat you fairly and compassionately…well, unless you were being just a right prick, and then I’d get harsh.”

“So if that wasn’t it, then I had to keep looking. It definitely wasn’t the night we first slept together, either.”

Again, Astarion couldn’t keep a pout from his lips. “Aww, not even that did it? I had that romantic setup and everything.”

Vier propped herself up to place a gentle, reassuring kiss on Astarion’s lips. “And it was absolutely wonderful, don’t get me wrong,” she said as she pulled away and tucked herself once more into his side. “But it was me giving in to physical desperation, and it was tempered by the fact I knew you didn’t feel the same. I may not have known the depths of your wounds yet, but I certainly knew you were only doing that to manipulate me.”

“True, that would make the whole thing a bit less romantic,” Astarion sighed.

“But if that wasn’t it, then it didn’t leave too many more specific moments that it could’ve been,” Vier continued. “I looked back over everything, up to and including the time you salivated watching me get beaten to within an inch of my life in the goblin camp.”

“What happened to ol’ Abdirak, you think?” Astarion idly mused. “Think that cheeky pervert is still out there somewhere?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s opened up shop in another dank dungeon somewhere,” Vier harrumphed. “Still can’t believe you liked watching me get beaten with a mace.”

“It was just the blood I liked, I swear! And I’ll remind you, I have not once asked if I could smack you with a mace.” With a purr, Astarion added, “I know you prefer getting scratched, anyway.”

“A-ny-way, the more I thought, the more I started to realize: I don’t think there’s one particular moment that I fell in love.”

“What, really? Well, that’s a let-down after all that.”

“Just wait. There’s no one particular moment, because there’s so many little moments. As silly as I’m sure it sounds to you, I like to think of my love as a seed of hope from Lathander’s hands planted in the garden of my heart. I worked to keep it pruned, keep it reasonable, to neither let it run rampant and grow into blind obsession, nor to let it wither away to base tolerance or worse. But every time that I saw you were being truthful with me; every time those gorgeous eyes grew wide with genuine surprise; every time you were vulnerable, that seed grew. When I promised you I would protect you from Cazador? I meant it. I didn’t care that I was just one cleric, if he had shown up right then, I would have gladly laid down my life to buy you even a moment to flee because I loved you. I may not have realized it at the time, but I did. I loved you and I wanted better for you.” For a moment, Astarion was quiet, and as Vier looked up to meet his gaze, she saw that his darling red eyes were brimming with tears. Swiftly, he wrapped her in another tight embrace, his lips pressing kisses to the top of her head.

“Gods, how do you make me cry so easily?” he half-whined between each kiss. “I don’t think I have half this effect on you.”

“Oh, believe me, you do,” Vier chuckled in return, “in myriad ways.”

Suddenly, Astarion rolled, keeping his grip tight upon Vier as he straddled her waist. He cupped both of her obsidian cheeks in his pale hands, red eyes gazing into red eyes. “Well, I want to do it more. In only the best ways, of course. I want to flood your heart with even half the joy that you’ve brought me. And I think the very best way to do that would be to fuck the rest of this day away. Unless you don’t think you’re ready for round two just yet?”

“Are you certain you want to?” Vier asked, a genuine look of concern in her eyes. “I don’t want you to force yourself to–”

“Darling, believe me, I know you don’t want me pushing myself,” Astarion replied with a well-meaning eye roll. “You’ve been quite effusive about that. So trust me when I say I absolutely–”

His face inched closer to hers at the word.

“--positively–”

And closer again.

“--want to.”

Barely a mote of air separated their lips. “I appreciate your compassion more than words can say. So let me say it with actions, darling.”

How in the sweet hells did he still have the power to turn her into a blushing, fidgeting mess after everything they’d done together? Gods, she hoped he never lost that ability.

“Aw, but your words are plenty pretty, too,” Vier still managed to taunt him, and her heart turned a flip as she caught a mischievous glint in his eye. His mouth slipped past hers and traveled all the way to one of her pointed ears.

“Then I shall sing your praises passionately, my love,” he moaned, his voice reaching into the recesses of Vier’s mind and setting her body aflame once more.

And with a kiss, the night began in earnest.

#my writing #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion x tav #drow tav #cleric tav #vier alurlssrin

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Smiley days on the beach

A/N: This is the beginning of my mini series for amberpricefield! Yes they've been living in my head rent-free, so I gotta do something with them. These stories take place in the two years where Max lives with Rachel and Chloe in the alternate reality. If you haven't read the comics yet, you can read them here! Art is from the comics! Enjoy!

Summary: Max is stressed and worried about going home, and Chloe is determined to put a smile on her face.

Warnings: Spoilers for Life is Strange if you haven't read the comics yet!

Word Count: 1822

Max sighed for about the millionth time as she stared in front of her at the sea, hugging her knees as she sat on her beach towel. It was a beautiful sunny day, and she was spending it with Chloe and Rachel, so she had every reason to be in a good mood. Alas, she wasn’t. It had been almost a year since she’d arrived in this reality, and she was not a step closer to figuring out how to get back. Most of the time she was able to keep it together, but today she couldn’t help but feel… hopeless.

And hopeless was the perfect word to describe Chloe too, at this very moment. She sat next to Rachel, a little ways away from Max, and stared at her best friend’s back. She knew something was wrong, yet Max had refused to address or even acknowledge it, saying ‘it was nothing’. Bullshit, she could tell when someone was sad right away. She knew from experience after all.

“I don’t know what to do, Rach,” She sighed, leaning back on her hands. “I want to help Max, but she’s been stubborn. How do you help someone who denies the fact that they need help in the first place?” She asked.

“I don’t know, Chloe, I didn’t know Max as a child. Was she always like this when she was sad or worried?” Rachel asked, placing a hand on Chloe’s arm. Chloe shook her head.

“No, she was very open about everything. If something was wrong she’d always tell me, but Max was usually all smiles as a kid,” She said, smiling fondly as she recalled them running around in her parent’s house with smiles on their faces. Them making plans of becoming pirates and ruling Arcadia Bay felt like a lifetime ago.

“Well, why don’t you try and make her smile then? Whatever Max is going through, I’m sure there’s a good reason for it. And I’m also sure that she’ll talk to you eventually. If there’s anyone who can pull Max out of her mopey mood, it’s you. You’re her best friend after all,” Rachel smiled, kissing Chloe’s cheek.

“Well… I know one thing that always cheered her up when she was sulky as a kid, but I’m not sure if it’ll still work now…” She said, looking over at Max. “But if it works, it’ll definitely cheer her up. I might need you as backup, though,” She said, winking at Rachel as she stood up to walk over to her unsuspecting friend.

“Whatever you’re planning, good luck!” She chuckled, tilting her head as she looked at Chloe sneaking up on Max. God how she loved her dorky girlfriend. In the meantime, Max was still staring at the sea until she felt two hands on her shoulders, pulling her backwards.

“Woah!” She yelped as she now laid on her back, looking up at the all too familiar face of Chloe Price. “Well hey there,” She said with a small smile.

“Oh hi,” Chloe grinned down at her friend, still holding her shoulders down. “What’s up, Super Max? Or should I say Sulky Max?” She asked, making Max freeze for a moment. Those familiar words had caught her off guard.

“How did you– nevermind,” She mumbled, shaking her head as she looked away. Chloe frowned and let go of her shoulders, allowing Max to sit up.

“How did I what?” Chloe asked, raising a brow at her friend. Max simply shook her head.

“Nothing, I’m just being weird, it’s nothing,” She said with that same smile, the one she always shot Chloe when she gave her that answer. Chloe sighed.

“Max, what’s going on? I feel like something is wrong, and I feel like you’re trying to hide it from me,” She said, making Max look down at the sand. She was right, yet there was nothing she could say to that. So she decided to lie again.

“I’m fine, Chloe, really,” She said while smiling at her, hoping it would be enough to convince her. Judging by the raised brow, it did not.

“Uh huh, sure, and my hair is pink,” She huffed in annoyance, earning a giggle from her friend. “Max, I know for sure you’re holding something back now... and you know what happens when you hide stuff from me!” Chloe declared as a mischievous grin spread on her face, slowly getting in the position to pounce. Max' eyes widened. Another familiar line, yet this time it was one that took her all the way back to her childhood. It was the one thing Chloe always said moments before she tickled her to death.

“Chloe Price, don’t you dARE!” She cried out, yet was too late at dodging the incoming attack. Chloe tackled Max back down onto her towel while shaking her hands into her ribs, making the younger woman scream bloody murder. Rachel looked up in surprise at the sudden sound, yet instantly relaxed as she saw Max laugh loudly as Chloe tickled her. So that was her plan, she realized with a smile.

“Oh but I do dare, Max. In fact, I feel it is my job as your best friend to turn that frown upside down!” Chloe teased, straddling her shorter friend as she tickled up and down her sides. She was so fucking happy that Max was still ticklish. It felt good to make her laugh.

“Chloeehehehehe! Get ohohohohoff!” Max was already giggling her head off, her hands pushing against Chloe’s arms. Why did she have to be so goddamn strong in every reality!

“Why don’t you try and make me, huh?” She grinned, swiftly and gently poking all over the front of her ribs. All the strength that Max had gathered immediately disappeared as she burst into even louder laughter. Her crop top really didn’t help her case here.

“STOHOHOP! EEHEHEHE CHLOEEHHEHE!” Max was embarrassed by the sound of her own laughter, yet she couldn’t hold it back at all. It seemed that this Chloe knew all her worst spots too, and was heavily abusing that knowledge. And it kind of made her feel warm on the inside. She wasn’t home, but at least Chloe was still Chloe.

“You know I can’t stop, Max, not before you tell me what’s wrong! And you might want to consider telling me, because we both know I haven’t even gone for your worst spot yet,” Chloe teased with a mischievous grin, making Max shake her head. Oh no.

“I caaaahahahahan’t! No! NononOHOHO! Not thehehehehhere!” Max wheezed when Chloe softly drilled her fingers between her ribs, sending her straight into hysterical giggles. Luckily for her, Chloe stopped shortly after, allowing Max to catch her breath as she frowned again.

“Max, you do know that you can talk to me about anything, right? Whatever it is, I’m here to help you through it,” She said, looking at her with a serious expression. It made Max feel guilty as hell, because deep down she knew Chloe was right. Yet she couldn’t risk messing everything up by telling her. She couldn’t. Yet she couldn’t keep doing this to her either.

“Alright, I’ll tell you,” Max said after a short silence, looking back at Chloe. “Lately I’ve been realizing how bad of a friend I actually am, and have been, to you. I should have never left you, Chloe, and I definitely should have kept in touch with you. You deserve so much better than me, and… I guess it’s been on my mind a lot,” She said. Not the truth, but not a lie either. She still felt terrible for that, especially after she’d realized that ‘Max’ had left Chloe in this reality too.

“Maaaax!” Chloe groaned at that, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop worrying about that before you actually stop worrying? You were a kid! We both were kids! Sure, it sucked when you left and I was angry, but I’ve grown a lot and I look at it differently now, okay? All has been forgiven! And honestly? I’m just happy to have you back,” Chloe admitted with a fond smile. Max let out a relieved breath as Chloe believed her, and she couldn’t not smile at those words.

“I’m really happy to be back, too,” Max said honestly. “I have plenty of years to catch up to, if you’ll have me,” She said, only to close her eyes as Chloe flicked her forehead.

“Of course I’ll have you, you absolute dork,” Chloe muttered, making Max giggle.

“Who are we having?” Rachel suddenly asked, making the two of them look up at her. She smiled and sat herself down behind Max’ head.

“Max. We’ve having Max in our lives,” Chloe smiled at her, earning an approving nod from her girlfriend, before looking back down at Max to boop her nose. “Don’t you think for a second that I’m gonna let you run off a second time,” She grinned.

“Oh no, my masterplan has been foiled, what ever shall I do?” Max said sarcastically as she playfully rolled her eyes. “Can I get up now?” She asked, as Chloe still straddled her waist. Before Chloe could answer, however, Rachel had grabbed Max’ wrists and gently pinned them over her head.

“Hmm I think she should stay like this a little longer. What say you, Chloe?” Rachel asked with a grin, shooting a wink at Max. Chloe nodded with a wide grin.

“H-hey now, I told you what you wanted to know! This is mutiny!” Max playfully protested as she looked at Chloe, who merely shrugged. She tugged at her arms to bring them down, only to realize that Rachel Amber was a lot stronger than she let on. A nervous tingle filled her stomach as she looked up at her friends, who grinned evilly at her. Oh this was bad.

“It’s only mutiny if we overthrow the captain, you silly first mate. Besides, I have no actual reason to do this, Max, I just really love your laugh,” Rachel smirked at her, before looking at Chloe. “Will you do the honors, o’ Captain?” She asked, earning a laugh from her girlfriend.

“Aye aye!” Chloe replied with a smirk, wiggling her eyebrows at Max as she hovered her hands over the poor girl’s bare stomach. “You ready?” She teased, knowing the answer all too well.

“Chloe no! No dohohoOHOHON’T! AAHAHAHAHA!” Max arched her back and immediately burst into loud laughter as Chloe went for her most ticklish spot, playfully clawing her nails all over belly. She threw her head back and kicked her legs wildly, making sand fly everywhere, yet nobody really cared about possibly having sand in their hair. They were simply having fun. The rest of the afternoon was filled with loud laughter, and all worries had disappeared to the background for at least one day.

#life is strange #lis #max caulfield #chloe price #rachel amber #pricefield #amberprice #amberpricefield #hurt/comfort #tickling #fluff #tickle fic

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lumiereandcogsworth · 10 months

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29. As a promise!

29. a kiss as a promise

on Ao3!!

word count: 1,262

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Adam woke up scrunching his face, morning sunlight blinding him through the windows. He rolled over in bed, only to find his wife smiling at him.

“Watching me while I sleep, are you?” he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.

Belle chuckled, “I’ve been awake for four hours already, love.”

“Why on earth would you do that?”

“I didn’t! Your child decided to practice the waltz at half past four this morning! I couldn’t get back to sleep after that.”

Adam opened his eyes again, waking up a bit more but still in a fog. He reached over to place a hand on Belle’s pregnant belly. “I’m sorry little one was misbehaving,” he muttered, tired but earnest.

Belle sighed, melting back into her pillow. “Not the first night it’s happened.”

Her husband adjusted himself a bit. They faced each other in bed, which was often how they fell asleep — talking too late into the night until one of them (usually Belle) passed out.

“Have you had tea yet?”

“I’ve done about thirty things already, but yes, tea was one of them,” Belle replied, poking his nose.

He hated when she did that, but he wouldn’t dare start an argument when she was tired and carrying their child and clearly tired of carrying their child. Even if she wasn’t one to complain, as he generally was, he could sense her irritation.

“That’s good. Did you have any dreams?”

Belle’s eyes lit up. “I did actually! How did you know?”

Adam smiled. She dreamt virtually every night, and she always told him about it. “Lucky guess.”

His wife giggled, then looked up in thought. “I do remember, I dreamt about the baby, actually. I dreamt he was already born and I was holding him.”

“Was it actually a boy? Is this a prophecy?”

She hummed thoughtfully, “I don’t know. I think I just usually assume it is, in my dreams.”

“You assume it is in real life, too,” Adam teased, quirking an eyebrow.

Belle grinned. “Is there any harm?? I’ll still love it if it’s a girl. And anyway, you think it’s a girl. We have to have something to argue about.”

“Oh, darling, I don’t think we’re ever out of things to argue about.”

“True,” she laughed. “Well, regardless, that’s all I remember about my dream before I was so rudely awoken,” Belle said, accusingly looking down at her bump.

“Now, now, be kind. She didn’t mean any harm,” Adam said, affectionately rubbing his hand along her side.

Belle groaned, “I know, that’s what makes it so difficult,” she sighed. “I wish we could take turns. I could take this off and you could be pregnant for a bit.”

Adam coughed out a laugh. “That would be quite the sight.” She laughed too, and then he said, “Well, I’ll just hold the baby extra after she’s born.”

“Oh but I’ll want to hold it then!!”

“You’ve been holding her for nine months. Like you said! We need to take turns.”

Belle laughed again. “Fine, fine. I do admit it will be sweet to see you hold the baby,” she said with soft eyes.

He nodded, face twisted in thought. “You know, I realized the other day, I think this will be the first baby I ever hold.”

Belle smiled in surprise. “Really?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, hand still fondly on her belly. “I mean, I wasn’t exactly the type of person that someone would just give their baby to.”

She giggled, “Fair. But what about Chip?”

Adam looked to the side in thought. “Hmm… he was born here. I remember him toddling around a lot, always at Mrs. Potts’ heel. I don’t recall ever holding him myself, though. I was probably too nervous or indifferent to do so.”

“Makes sense,” Belle said, touching his cheek affectionately. “Well, then this will be special!”

He blinked. “Darling, I think the fact that we’re having a child is already fairly special.”

“No, I know,” she chuckled. “I just mean it’ll be doubly special. The first child you hold being your own.”

Adam’s eyes softened. He knew that, logically of course, but hearing it said made his heart swell a little. It was special. He smiled down at her belly, his hand was still there. He already felt so protective of their little one, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away.

“What about you, then? Have you held all the little village babies?” he smirked.

“Not all, but I have held a few. I remember the first one, actually. Père Robert has sisters, and one of them had a baby when I was…” she looked up in thought, then shrugged. “A child. Maybe six or seven. Anyway, we went over to their village, not too far from Villeneuve, because Papa had made a little mobile for the baby — just as he’s making one for this one now,” she grinned. “I remember they asked me if I wanted to hold her — it was a little girl — and I was so excited to. I sat on the sofa and they sort of just… laid her on my lap, but I remember my arms going around her and I knew how precious she was, you know?”

Adam nodded, a soft smile on his face as he listened.

“Her name was Sandra,” Belle continued with a smile. “Gosh, she must be all grown up now. I should ask Père Robert about her. And her brother! They had a little boy a few years later, I held him too.”

“What was his name?”

“François. He had the chubbiest cheeks.”

Adam chuckled, “Oh, well that’s good. Sounds like you had lots of baby experience, then.”

“Ah, not as much as you’d think. People were less inclined to introduce me to their children as I got older, especially their daughters. They didn’t like me interacting with them…” she said with a frown.

Adam’s eyebrows drew together. He understood why, of course, but it didn’t bring any further comfort to the notion. It only irritated him, tapping into the part of his heart that wished he could remove any fowl being that dared disrespect his beloved Belle.

“Well,” he replied, “I promise that you can interact with all of our children.”

His wife burst out laughing, immediately washing away all the thorny memories. “Wow, thank you so much, love.”

“You have my word,” Adam grinned. They laughed together, both their hands on her bump now, subconsciously including their little one in this sweet moment. Adam leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“I can’t wait for our children to know you,” he whispered.

“They’ll think I’m strange.”

“Then we’ll be a strange family.”

She couldn’t help but smile. “Do you promise?”

Adam grinned, moving his hand to her cheek and coming closer to kiss her lips, softly and just as sweet as always. When he pulled away, he touched their foreheads together. “I promise,” he said in a whisper.

Belle smiled, shutting her eyes with such joy in her heart. She felt Adam press another kiss to her forehead, it sent sparks to her heart. The next thing she felt was a familiar and sometimes annoying movement from the baby. In this instance though, it only made her happier.

“There he is,” she said in a light, sing-song tone.

The two expectant parents returned their hands to her bump so they could feel the little dancing steps of their child. A million feelings washed over them as they awaited their little one — worry and joy and fear and excitement — but in that moment there was only sweet, wonderful peace.

#beloveds 🥺🥺💖💖#adelle #adam x belle #belle x adam #batb 2017 #beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#beauty and the beast #batb fanfic #batb fic #lydia writes!

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brendathedoodler · 1 year

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The day 3 prompt is fighting me so I’m sending them a little out of order. Have day 4 of my out of season Whumptober!

Day 4 prompt: Hidden injury / Waking up disoriented / Can’t pass out

Warnings: none

Wild’s memories were something he so often joked about. He wasn’t very secretive compared to some of the others. Four spoke very little on the serious aspects of his adventure, only giving enough context for the others to know what he meant when he said he was 116. Legend kept certain secrets and seemed to hint at others, almost as if he wanted to live up to the name Cryptid.

Wild could be like an open book at times. He talked about how he’d woken up in the woods, and fondly recalled his days crawling around in the mud with little more than a sword spirit and a bird to guide him. He talked about home, and how he’d fallen in love with the small floating islands that made up Skyloft all over again.

The first time a memory from a time before had hit him, he’d already been traveling with the others. Watching their friend become entirely unresponsive had been nothing short of terrifying, and even after they discovered what was going on, it never got easier to watch.

Twilight was currently curled against Wild’s side, waiting patiently for him to wake up from the memory he was lost in. The others had gone ahead, though not far, and Twilight kept a close look for anything that might approach. As much as everyone else joked about him being a guard dog, Twilight found that his alternate form came with plenty of perks.

His sensitive ears immediately picked up when Wild’s breathing shifted from the uniform rise and fall, as subtle as the change was. He took a deep breath, blinked a rapidly a few times, shifted his position, and finally turned his head to look at Twilight.

Twilight perked up, nudging Wild’s shoulder with his nose, though that didn’t get much of a response from him. Wild’s face was blank, a faraway look still on it despite the fact that he was moving around. It wasn’t until Twilight began to paw at him that Wild showed any other sign he was emerging from the memory.

“Seriously?” Wild asked, letting out a small sigh. He seemed annoyed, though Twilight couldn’t fathom why. The past few times it had happened, he’d always been relieved to have someone there! Why was this any different?

Looking closer, Wild didn’t seem fully awake at the moment. Was it some sort of in between state? That was the only thing Twilight could think of, though he didn’t know what to do about it. Play along? Try to wake him up?

Wild rubbed his face, and Twilight stood up and nosed his cheek, finally seeming to get his attention.

“You always do this. Why do you always make a scene? It reflects badly on me, you know that,” Wild chided.

That all but confirmed Twilight’s suspicion that he was still caught in a memory, but even then his reprimanding tone made him pull his ears back. It was strange to be on this side of it; usually it was him telling Wild not to do whatever crazy thing he’d set his mind to, though never like this.

Finally Wild reached out, gently stroking his head. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he mumbled, after all you-“ he stopped talking suddenly, staring off at some distant point beyond the trees. Before Twilight could do anything in response, Wild jolted his hand away, almost as if it had startled him.

“Soul!?” he exclaimed, and Twilight immediately perked up. Had he snapped out of it? “What? I was just-“ Wild paused, and Twilight waited patiently for him to collect his thoughts. “I was just on Skyloft. Wasn’t I? I was… Gustlift knocked someone over again. I had to help with her garden for it. Why didn’t…” he trailed off once more, lips pulled into a thin line.

Twilight chose that moment to switch back to his Hylian form. He sheathed his sword and sat down right at his side. “Wanna talk about it?” Twilight asked, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Wild didn’t respond right away, instead just staring at the ground as if it would give him any answers. “It feels like it’s still happening.”

“What does?”

“The memory! It- It doesn’t feel like it ended, but it had to. I mean, you’re here,” Wild said, looking Twilight over, almost as if checking that he was real.

Twilight pulled him in closer, letting Wild’s head rest on his shoulder. “Yup, this is happening right now,” he assured him. “Seemed like you didn’t fully snap out of it at first. You were talking to me.”

“I was?”

“Wanna tell me what that was all about?”

Wild considered it for a moment, then shrugged. “It’s fuzzy.”

“You say that every time.”

A faint smile tugged at Wild’s lips. “Yeah. I guess so,” he agreed, pushing himself up to his feet. “It was a funny one this time. I think everyone else would get a kick out of it.”

Twilight was relived it was a pleasant memory, especially since the last two hadn’t been. He got up, taking the hand Wild offered. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy it.”

#linked universe #lu adventure swap au #brenda’s out of season whumptober #lu twilight #lu wild #posted this late because I edited it and then totally forgot lmao

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meechatuck · 9 months

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Something There

A little blurb I wrote about Adira catching onto the feelings between Hector and Amelia. Just a cute thought I’ve had for a long time and finally wrote it out. Still deciding if I want to try and fit it into my current fic. I just think this is super sweet.

Also for anyone that is curious, my DK Rising fic is coming. I just recently had an epiphany about a new bad guy/conflict and I am going to change to this new idea. It’s not too much of a change, but I’m hoping to have the fic coming out by the fall. (at the latest would be the end of the year)

Something There

Rated: All Audiences

Word Count: 849

Adira sat alone at the large table in the dining hall. With Hector gone hunting and Quirin’s aid to the farmers starting at dawn, she was left alone for most of the breakfast meals. Amelia didn’t wake up early unless it was absolutely necessary.

She snickered remembering how one courier had woken her much earlier than needed. Amelia hadn’t physically lashed out at the mistake, but her grumpy demeanor and side-eyed glares could be just as bad as a slap across the face.

A familiar grumbling voice entered the dining hall and Adira looked up to see Amelia striding to the table. She plopped herself next to Adira with quite the sour expression.

“What? Did someone wake you up early again?” Adira teased.

“Bah no. I would be completely bitter if that was the case,” Amelia chuckled. “Just the kitchen staff now thinks I’m delusional.”

“Why is that?”

Amelia popped a strawberry into her mouth and savored it for a moment before replying with a gesture to the bowl in front of her. “It’s the fruit!”

Adira cocked a brow at the bowl, vaguely remembering something from a few weeks ago, “What about it?”

“Gods you think I’m crazy too,” she whined.

“You’re only a few cracks short of it, yeah.”

The memory surfaced a little more. It had something to do with Hector.

“Ha ha very funny Adira,” Amelia pouted.

“Okay tell me what it is that’s wrong. I promise I’ll keep my comments quiet until after.”

Despite wanting to completely remember the inkling she had, she hoped that Amelia’s story would fill in the pieces.

Amelia huffed and straightened her posture. “When I first got here, I talked to the kitchen staff about the fruit shipments. They weren’t the best and I offered to help find some better options for getting better produce here. I’ll admit I was a bit whiny about it sometimes, but I just love fruit! It’s the one thing that really makes my day, besides the goods from the bakery. I even offered to help pitch in some funds if it was more expensive. Also I wanted fruit offered with breakfast.”

“So that’s why that got started up?” Adira nodded her head, but internally wondered what this was really about. Amelia was a long-winded person.

“Yes. I love to start my day with a nice assortment of fruit. The first week or two it was just a measly portion of fruit. The bowl was only half way full!” Adira fondly rolled her eyes. That was one of the first things they learned about her when she came to the Dark Kingdom. She loved fruit and if you got in the way of it, you saw her true wrath.

“I made a true diplomatic discussion with them about more fruit and it seemed like I was out of luck,” Amelia explained. Then her eyes brightened, “But I must have curried the favor of someone there as my bowl of fruit that next day was completely full! And it’s been that way for the last three weeks.”

Adira recalled this whole series of events, remembering Amelia’s persistent nature, but one memory poked through. Hector had complained of so much fruit being given. His time at the Great Tree had been quite the detriment to his taste buds. Anything with a strong taste or flavor was difficult for him to eat, even after almost a year of slowly easing him back into a normal and healthy diet. By this point, he could eat fruit but only in very small quantities.

Adira turned to face Amelia now, her body leaning into the table. “So what’s the problem then? Sounds like that’s a good thing.”

“Well, the last three days my bowl has only been half way full again. I went to ask them about this and why it changed, but they told me they have never given me a full bowl of fruit!” Amelia exclaimed, wildly gesturing her hands. “I had tried to ask them if someone had possibly been sneaking it to me in secret, but they said whenever anyone’s food has left the kitchen it’s always been the same portions. I insisted that I’ve had a full bowl of fruit for weeks now and they just looked at me like I had vines growing out of my ears. I just don’t know what to think!” She forced her bottom lip to stick out in a great show of her unhappiness. “At least I have some fruit for comfort.”

As Amelia devoured her comfort food, Adira remained silent, but a knowing smirk was growing on her face.

Hector had left for his hunting trip three days ago.

Turning back to face her almost finished breakfast, she was reminded of how Hector had complained of the amount of fruit. How he didn’t want it to go to waste and that he knew it wouldn’t be good for the animals. Then, he had heard Amelia complaining about not getting extra fruit. Hector had been extremely quiet after that.

Adira’s smirk had turned into a full on grin.

“Interesting…”

#tangled the series #tts adira #tts hector #tts oc #Amelia OC #Amelia Renya #Hectelia #tts fanfic #Dark Kingdom Rising fic #love that I'm getting into writing again

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bayalexison · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday, Dimileth Goggles Ch 4 preview

Hi hi it’s WIP Wednesday! Today I have a sneak peek for Chapter 4 of my Dimileth Goggles! Byleth and Seteth have a heart to heart talk

Byleth enjoyed flying as much as riding. She loved how much of Middle Fódlan she could see down below, and how her hair swayed through the air like a silky curtain in the breeze.

It would take her and the group a few days to reach Fódlan’s Locket. So far throughout this trip, everyone wore quiet, distant stares. Over halfway through the trip, Seteth broke the silence.

"We should be able to find a good place to camp for the night soon and then resume our destination tomorrow."

"I agree." After Byleth said that, her wyvern Cormac shrieked and she chuckled. "I think Cormac is hungry."

"I'm certain it's time for my wyvern to be fed as well." Seteth gazed up at the night sky and his face softened. "Do you recall the story of how Flayn's mother and I had first met?"

Byleth smiled. "I have. You two met at a church in Adrestian Empire territory. Later that evening, you and her went to a tavern together and danced the whole night."

"That is correct. Every night I think fondly of that memory." Seteth's smile faded. "I must admit, seeing you and Dimitri together reminded me of our courtship."

Byleth's mouth fell. She was not expecting to hear that from Seteth. She frowned and asked, "Do you still have reservations about Dimitri?"

"A part of me still does, yes. Upon finding out Rhea's vision of you and Dimitri with children, I reflected on my behavior towards him. I was being too harsh on him and judged him unfairly because of his ancestor's mistake."

After considering Seteth's words for a moment, Byleth said, "I agree that you were harsh on him, though I don't blame you for being cautious."

At that instant, another wave of dizziness hit Byleth like a whirlpool. She made a small noise and placed her palm on her forehead. Seteth's face turned to worry.

"Are you alright, Byleth?" he asked with great concern.

Once that uneasiness passed, Byleth nodded. "I'm fine."

Seteth raised a brow, clearly not convinced. "Do let me know if you aren't feeling well anymore. I won't mind taking things from here."

Byleth acknowledged him with a hum and stared ahead to the distant horizon. She was growing weaker by the minute, but she was too stubborn to turn back from the path to help her beloved. The group continued on until they found a spot to rest for the night.

#fire emblem #fe3h #byleth eisner #dimileth #fic post

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invisibleraven · 2 years

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Halloween prompts yay!!

"Just shut up and hand out candy" feels like it's about Luke, hahaha. So Luke pairing of your choice 😘

Luke has a plan okay? He's got the speech memorized, the food ordered, candles at the ready, and the ring burning a hole in his pocket. Everything ready to ask Reggie to be his forever.

He also unfortunately forgets what day it is when he tries to enact his plan. Because as he starts setting the table, the doorbell rings. Reggie rushes past him, socks sliding on the hard wood floor. Luke shakes his head and smiles, loving his soon to be fiancé. Only to have his heart drop through his chest when as Reggie opens the door to hear a chorus of tiny voices shout "Trick or treat!"

Fuck, it's Halloween.

Now, don't get Luke wrong, he usually loves the holiday. He loves the pumpkins, the decorations, the horror movies, the candy. Especially the candy.

But he wants to propose to Reggie tonight, and he knows they won't get a moments peace with kids coming to their door every few minutes. So he delays his plans, figuring they can eat, turn on a movie, and by later the trick or treaters will have stopped and he can ask then. Besides, proposing during their meal seemed a little cliché for them. Luke sighs and double checks that the ring is still secure in the pouch in his pocket. Still there, good. He can wait a few hours, the ring isn't going anywhere.

Only Luke forgets how busy their neighbourhood is on Halloween. They live in a pretty affluent neighbourhood, and Reggie does their yard up every year. Plus the king sized bars they buy in bulk to hand out. So there seems to no end of the kids ringing their bell or banging on their door.

At first, Luke goes to the door with Reggie, not wanting to eat the delicious food he ordered without him. He coos over the tiny children dressed as pumpkins, princesses, and penguins. Pretends to be afraid of the ghosts, zombies , and clowns (though he has to pretend less for that last one, clowns freak Luke the fuck out).

But their food is getting cold as the never ending parade keeps going and going. Luke thinks he was foolish to insist on food this early, figuring the parents would want to eat before going out. Except parents were smart and ate early so the kids would have a sugar crash early and let them have an early night. So by the end of their meal Luke can barely enjoy the food given it's cooler state. Reggie doesn't complain, happy to eat most anything, and too jazzed to greet every cavalcade of kids that happen by.

Finally there seems to be a lull, so Luke proposes a movie, and Reggie beams as he switches on Hocus Pocus, turning the lights down low, and while Luke is tempted to break out the candles, he doesn't want a fire to start if Reggie knocks one down in a rush to get to the door. He's just settled down, arm slung over Reggie's shoulders when the doorbell starts again, and Reggie's off.

Luke hits pause with a grumble, but this seems to be a big group as it takes several minutes for Reggie to come back. The Sanderson Sisters had just been hanged when there's a knock on the door, and Reggie's off again. And again, and again.

At this point, Luke figures the evening's a wash, he's in too foul of a mood to recall his speech, and there seems to be no end to the interruptions. Finally, Reggie returns, snuggling into Luke's chest. "I think that's the last of them," he says.

"Good, seemed like we got every kid in LA come to our door tonight," Luke snarks, but presses a kiss to Reggie's hair when he giggles.

"It was a larger volume of kids this year, yeah," Reggie muses, then sighs. "I can't wait until it's us, taking our little pumpkin around to beg for candy."

Luke looks down at him fondly. Sure, they'd talked about having kids in the abstract, but this seems like a more firm want. "Yeah? Wanna have a whole patch of them?"

"Maybe one or two?"

"Sounds good," Luke replies, meeting him for a kiss that quickly grows passionate, and he's just about to push Reggie down onto the couch for a heated make out session when the damn doorbell rings again.

"Fuck!" he swears, repeating it when he looks down at Reggie, flushed and needy, biting his lip and wiggling his hips. "Can we ignore it?"

"Afraid not," Reggie replies, and Luke whines. "Just shut up and go hand out the candy. Then turn the lights off and hurry back."

Luke races to the door, almost hurling the candy at the surly teen (who is pointedly not dressed up) and nearly slams the door in his face. He switches the porch light off, and the one controlling the outside lights before rushing back to the living room.

Where Reggie is kneeling amidst a pile of candles, holding a ring up to Luke. The very ring that Luke thought he had in his pocket, but when he slides his hand down, finds it suspiciously empty.

"Sorry if Halloween ruined your plans for the evening, but I still wanted to give you the chance to us this," Reggie said, offering him the ring. Luke fell to his knees before Reggie, gently prying the ring from his grasp. "Lay it on me Patterson."

And Luke's carefully crafted and rehearsed speech flew from his mind. None of it mattered really. the fancy meal, the perfect night. All that mattered was Reggie. "Marry me?" he asked.

Reggie grinned and nodded, offering his hand, allowing Luke to slip the ring on. "Thought you'd never ask," he said, pulling him in for a kiss, then further down onto the soft rug. "Now where were we?"

In the end, it wasn't the proposal story that Luke had planned, but sated and lying next to an almost glowing Reggie a little while later, he figured it couldn't have gone any better if he planned it. Which if any one asked in future-he totally did.

#filled prompts #ficlet #ruke #peterpatter #julie and the phantoms

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grndelwalds · 2 years

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hi sorry but i finally watched tsod and you seem to know a lot so im wondering if you could explain what happened in the restaurant scene? what was the paper (??) in albus's tea? what was the random light?? I've seen people saying gellert didnt know who he was meeting while i was under the impression they chose to meet so i assume i misunderstood several things there sjdhdjdfhd also I've seen people saying gellert actually burned down the restaurant but i thought that bit was like, just cinematography? 😅idk i basically know nothing about the way anything in the hp universe works jfejfjeudj thanks for your time!

hi! i seem to know a lot? lmao i don't know about that, but i think i might be able to help with some of these...

so - in behind-the-scenes stuff we've been told the restaurant is like a dream sequence, so what's really going on there is kind of up to interpretation until we have the screenplay, i guess. we see albus gazing out of the window at hogwarts at the end of the scene which implies he's day-dreaming OR my personal theory, he's remembering. so i think he's recalling a time between the last film and now when he did meet with gellert for real and it didn't go so well.

i think what you mean by paper was a sugar cube! when you go out for tea here in the uk you usually get a little pot of sugar cubes instead of the granulated stuff we have at home, so albus was just holding it in the tea as it started dissolving and then he stirred it in. just taking his time and gearing up to seeing gellert again.

the random light - i assume this is when albus has his eyes closed, bracing himself for gellert's arrival? as i see this as a memory, and with the music change in that moment, i see this just as how his mind is recalling gellert arriving. regardless of what has happened, he's still the love of albus' life and he still loves him deeply, so it made sense to me that he'd remember that fondly and it's a good film trick to portray that moment as light washing over him - especially in comparison to how it ends in flames. another theory i've seen is that it's a glow from gellert apparating into the restaurant. again, i suspect that's another thing we'll have to let the screenplay clear up to know for certain.

i don't agree that gellert didn't know who he was meeting. i think his fond smile and immediate "are you seeing anyone?!" display was because he knew exactly who he was meeting and he had that opening line planned way in advance lmao gellert is truly pathetic for albus in this film and i love it. i think some people have suggested that gellert didn't know that albus would ask to break the blood pact, and i think i agree, but if true it still just shows that gellert really would turn up anywhere if albus had only asked, and he doesn't even need to know why.

and the fire - i agree with you that this was cinematography. i think it was just used as a transition out of albus' memory and back into reality now that we know it's supposed to be dream-like. i don't think gellert really burned down the restaurant. one, albus wouldn't have let him as it would kill all the muggles in there, and two, in my opinion it was clearly to symbolise their own world starting to fracture. if you notice in the scene, as the background starts to turn white, the muggles in the restaurant vanish and it really is just the two of them in their own little world. it's that fantasy of their own world that burns down as albus comes back to reality, not the actual restaurant... or at least that's what i think anyway!

i hope this helps! let me know if you want to clarify anything or know anything else - i may not know the answer but i do love talking about this film! <3

#asks #anonymous #fbtsod #grindeldore #fantastic beasts

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muselexum · 2 years

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@akagamiko sent:

He wasn’t sure what had caused the thought to bubble into his mind. Maybe the drinks. Maybe because they were talking about the old days and Buggy and his mind swirled with every thought, his head heavy from alcohol and memories.

Rayleigh made him feel like fourteen again–it was exhilarating in all of the best and worst ways. Shanks had felt on top of the world then only to have the rug pulled out from under him. The short time they had spent together towards the end of the Roger Pirates had felt that way–he’d stumble, fall down, and get back up again–only to have it all pulled out over and over again.

Laughter died out and his smile fell slowly from his face; his gaze dropped back the drink in his hand. “Rayleigh…” he started, but paused to look at him. It was strange to feel so small but then turn and look down on the man who had a hand in raising him. His head swirled with thoughts again: when had he outgrown Rayleigh? He’d been a hellish child to the man, he had no reason to feel fondly towards him or to sit and drink with him now.

Shanks took a breath and blinked to refocus, but his eyes were large and glassy. He was a grown man with the sad look of a child who’s world had ended. All of it–their separation, the conversation he’d overheard between Rayleigh and the Captain, the fight with Buggy–still felt fresh despite being years ago.

“Do you love me?”

Shanks coming to visit had been a welcomed surprise. Rayleigh laughed and grinned, bringing in the Roger Pirate’s former cabin boy into a warm hug. Shanks may have become an emperor in the eyes of the world, but to Rayleigh who raised him since he was an infant, all he saw was that same little rascal. Overgrown and with a beard now yes, but still that same boy.

They shared a conversation over drinks, Rayleigh more than happy to reminisce about their years on the Oro Jackson. They were the best years of Rayleigh’s life yet he seldom had the opportunity to relive them with someone who could truly understand them. The closest was Shakky, but he could only bore her with his tales for so many years until she had been able to recite his stories back to him before he could finish.

As their talk progressed, they were naturally led to bring up the ending stages of their crew. Rayleigh recalled Buggy’s fever, having a hysterical laugh over it as he looked back on the bizarre situation now. His laughter only settled when Shanks addressed him in a bit more of a solemn tone, the mood changing to a more serious one.

“Hm?” Rayleigh noised, eyebrows raising as if prompting Shanks to speak. The boy looked nervous, even sad, and Rayleigh wondered if the difficult topic of Roger was about to come up. Even after all these years, Rayleigh’s heart ached for how everything had ended so he was sure that Shanks who had been just a child held sensitivities towards it too. They had never spoken about it. Rayleigh had not seen any members of the crew since they disbanded nor had he called anyone. He had told himself it was to avoid tipping off the Navy, but in truth he had been far too depressed and in his own grief to even attempt to console anyone else. Roger’s death left a large and uncomfortable between all of them that they had never been quite able to move past together.

Rayleigh froze when the question, so meek and genuine, was spoken by Shanks. For a moment Rayleigh almost wanted to laugh in response, but the look in Shanks’ eyes told him that his pain and insecurity was serious. At least, as serious as the emotions of a drunk man could be. The eyes that looked back at Rayleigh were those of a hurt child.

The smile Rayleigh wore was a sad one. He reached out to place a hand on the back of Shanks’ head, pulling him into his shoulder. “It pains me that you’d feel the need to even ask, but the fault is mine alone.” His voice was warm and gentle. He propped his chin atop Shanks head as he continued, “For as much as I talk, I’ve never been good with expressing my emotions. I’m sorry. I love you Shanks, of course I do. For as much trouble as you gave me, it was a joy to raise you and I’m proud of you.”

#not sure if this is a future event of when shanks stopped by a decade ago but i think either works #anyway rayleigh calling shanks a boy still WAH #akagamiko #FOR ALL ( answered. )#RAYLEIGH ( general tag. )#RAYLEIGH ( rp. )

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fragilecapricornconfessions · 4 months

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I think I may have asked you before if you have ever seen the movie 50 First Dates starring Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore. In this movie, Drew Barrymore's character gets into a bad car accident, and she has memory loss as a result of it. Her character and Sandler's character start dating in the movie, and every morning, he has to remind her that they are dating. Her memory always reverts back to the day before her accident, I believe. I haven't seen the movie in many years. In any case, the reason I bring it up is because I want these posts to serve as a reminder in a way. I fear that we may go months if not years without speaking to one another. I am already devastated by your absence, but in the event that we go a prolonged period time without speaking, I want these posts to serve two purposes: 1. I want you to see that I haven't stopped loving you all of this time. I have been thinking about you fondly and deeply every single day. 2. In case you have lost sight of what we once had, I want these posts to remind you of everything that we have been through while also making up for lost time. I recall you telling me one day about why you keep asking me about my family and my whereabouts. You told me that the reason you ask so many questions and that you ask them so often is because, when we used to see each other regularly, you always knew what I was up to. When you couldn't see me regularly, this was your only way of knowing what I'm doing or what I'm up to. I want to still provide you with these constant updates so that, in the fortuitous event that we reconnect and that my heart is able to feel the privilege and power of your love again, I want you to know everything that I have done during the silence. In many ways, it hurts me so deeply to not know what you're doing. It hurt me in so many ways that I can't just reach out to you and make sure you're doing well. I can't say good morning to you as I used to. I can't wish you a goodnight. I can't look into your beautiful, brown eyes and tell you how much you mean to me. I can't do any of these things anymore. I truly can't think of a fate more cruel than this. I have ruminated what could potentially be worse than this, and I keep drawing blanks. In my opinion, nothing is worse than not having you in my life. This is a fate worse than death. At least, while I'm alive, there always exists the possibility of a reunion. There is a chance I'll see your smiling face again. There is the hope that I will get to feel the warmth of your hug again. There is the dream that you and I will create a beautiful future together. I believe it. I believe in it all. Believe me, I do. I just need you to believe it too. If I am lucky enough that you get to read all of these posts one day, I want you to know that I have never lost hope. I want you to know and acknowledge that there is this guy crazy enough about you that he took the time to write countless, undelivered communications for you. You have occupied the deepest recesses of my mind, and you will continue to do so until I take my dying breath. I never believed in soul mates until I met you. Now I know with absolute certainty that soul mates incontrovertibly exist. They do. They are us. I love what we are. I want us to continue being us. I don't want us to fall prey to what the world thinks we should be. Others' opinion should have no bearing on our happiness, our plans for the future, and what we think should be the result of our friendship. I need you so badly. My heart is in such pain. I drove around for at least an hour today, and I cried the whole time. I kept thinking about how every pedestrian who was looking at me must have thought something is wrong with me. They wouldn't be wrong to assume that. I haven't been this vulnerable ever before in my life. I had a long talk with God today. I had asked him for a sign yesterday, and he didn't give it to me. I love the sign he gave me on December 13th, but I got nothing yesterday. I prayed so much and so hard for it but to no avail.

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