#my good dwarf deserves better

[chlerc]

with you, always ; pablo gavi

— summary; in which your friendship with Gavi on the internet, throughout every stages of his life, you're always with him. You hope for something more but does he see it?

pairing — pablo gavi x childhood bestfriend! reader

social media au

content — your unrequited love and unwavering support for him turns into something more, you've longed for it but football has always been his first priority.

NAVIGATION + author's note: no one told me it'd be this fun to create social media aus 😁 again might be wack spanish because google translate

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pablogavi Gran victoria contra el Espanyol!! Partidazo de todo el equipo!! Seguimos trabajando 💪🔵🔴 (Great victory against Espanyol!! Great game from the whole team!! We keep working)

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ynusername vamos pablo!! gran trabajo hoy, sabía que podías hacerlo 🔵🔴 (let's go pablo!! great work today, knew you could do it)

pablogavi @ynusername gracias enano (thanks dwarf)

alejandrobalde buen trabajo muchachos (good job guys)

gavifanpage 😍😍

gavipedrigf VAMOS GAVI!!

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ynusername muy feliz de poder presenciar tu primer gol con el primer equipo pablo. Tres puntos en el Camp Nou 💙❤️ (so happy to be able to witness your first goal for the first team pablo. three points at camp nou)

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pablogavi gracias enana, por estar ahí y apoyarme en todo. feliz de tenerte allí también (thanks dwarf, for being there and supporting me throughout everything. happy to have you there too)

ynusername @pablogavi cállate no eres tan alto 😒 (shut up you’re not that tall)

pablogavi @ynusername más alto de lo que puedes ser enano 😂 (taller than you can ever be dwarf)

gavination best friend he could ask for

fcbarcelona VAMOS GAVI, buena foto por cierto 😉 ( let's go gavi, good picture by the way )

fcbdailyupdates golden boy 2022 💯💯

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pablogavi Es un orgullo recibir el #GoldenBoy2022 & #kopatrophy 2022 Gracias a mis compañeros del @fcbarcelona y @sefutbol por ayudarme a conseguir estos premios. ¡Seguimos por más! (It is a pride to receive the #GoldenBoy2022 & #kopatrophy 2022 Thanks to my colleagues from @fcbarcelona and @sefutbol for helping me get these awards. We continue for more!)

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ynusername absolutamente te lo mereces mi chico de oro, no puedo pensar en nadie más que merezca esto más que tú. muy orgullosa de ti pablo 🥹 (you absolutely deserve it my golden boy, i can't think of anyone else who deserves this more than you. so proud of you pablo.)

pablogavi @ynusername aw no eres un dulce enano, te amo y gracias amigo (aw aren't you a sweet dwarf, love you and thank you friend)

pedri 😂😂😂 💪💪💪

gavidaily GOLDEN BOY 2022!

433 No other clubs could ever produce 2 golden boys from the same club consecutively.

fcbarcelona Vamos Gavi! Bien merecido (let’s go gavi, well deserved)

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pablogavi No hay mejor manera de empezar la Copa del Mundo, ¡un gran partido de todo el equipo! A recuperar y continuar! 💪🇪🇸 (There is no better way to start the World Cup, a great game from the whole team! To recover and continue!)

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fcbarcelona realmente no hay mejor manera que esta, sigue trabajando para lograrlo (there is really no better way than this, continue working towards it)

sefutbol 💪💪

ynusername eres realmente algo, ¿no es así, mi chico dorado? muy orgullosa de ti, siempre. (you're really something aren't you, my golden boy? so proud of you, always.)

pablogavi @ynusername ¿Cómo estás siempre ahí para presenciar mis logros? (how are you always there to witness my achievements)

ynusername @pablogavi Siempre habrá tiempo para ti, ¿te estás quejando? (will always have time for you, are you complaining?)

pablogavi @ynusername nooo nunca me quejo, debo significar mucho para ti, ¿eh? 😁 (nooo never complaining, i must mean that much to you huh?)

fabriziorom 🔝🔝🔝

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ynusername Siempre honrado de estar a tu lado y apoyarte, verte crecer y lograr tus sueños (aunque te quejes mucho) la cara de pedri en la última foto jaja 😂🇪🇸 Gracias Doha! (Always honored to be by your side and support you, watching you grow and achieve your dreams (even if you complain a lot) pedri's face in the last picture haha. Thank you Doha!)

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pablogavi ¡Estás llena de tonterías, no me quejé en absoluto! (you're full of nonsense, i didn't complain at all!!)

pedri Tienes que estar siempre listo cuando hay un mono en tu equipo 😂😂 (have to always be ready when there's a monkey on your team)

pablogavi @pedri ¿a mí? ¿un mono? bien plátano 🍌🍌🍌 (me? a monkey? okay banana)

g30updates i would have thought she’s his girlfriend from the way she supports and post him. wow really a dream to have someone like her.

gavif1ms @g30updates that’s what i’m saying!!! there’s no way she doesn’t like him!!!

fcst4rb0ys @gavif1ms chill they’ve been childhood best friends, they said it themselves.

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pablogavi Visca el Barça!! 💙❤️

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433 GOLDEN BOY

fcbarcelona Força Barça 💙❤️

gaviixcandy GAVI VAMOS 💪💪

forblaugrana VISCA EL BARÇA!

gvnation @ynusername no comments today?

pedrisgf @gvnation let her live lol, it isn’t her job to comment on each of his post.

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ynusername mucho tiempo desde que tuve un día para mí en barcelona, ​​aunque el corazón todavía está con el equipo (long time since i had a day to myself in barcelona, heart is still with the team though)

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pablogavi ¿Por qué no me dijiste que no vendrías a mi partido? te estuve esperando todo el tiempo enano (why didn't you tell me you weren't coming to my match? i was waiting for you the whole time dwarf)

ynusername @pablogavi quería escaparme un tiempo, lo siento pablo (wanted to getaway for a while, sorry pablo)

pablogavi @ynusername si estas cansada dime si? me tuviste preocupado durante todo el partido y no respondiste mis mensajes ni llamadas (if you're tired tell me okay? you had me worried throughout the match and you didn’t respond to my texts or calls)

alejandrobalde @pablogavi tan quejumbroso y enojado en el vestuario después del partido, que casi logró que todos se comunicaran contigo y luego vio tu publicación 😂😂 (so whiny and angry in the locker room after the match, he almost got everyone to contact you then he saw your post)

ynusername @alejandrobalde ¿Jajaja de verdad? eso sería divertido si realmente sucedió, debería haber publicado más tarde (haha really? that'd be funny if it really happened, i should have posted later)

pablogavi @alejandrobalde cállate nadie necesita saber, especialmente ella (shut up nobody needs to know, especially not her)

alejandrobalde @pablogavi Awww tímido, ¿no? (awww shy aren’t we?)

p3drig4vi cutest friendship ever

gavi.radio the most i’ve seen gavi commented online

fcbnation 👀👀👀

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ynusername No hay palabras que puedan describir la inmensa felicidad y lo orgullosa que estoy de ti. Realmente te lo mereces por lo duro que te vi trabajar para esto. buen trabajo equipo, Visca El Barça siempre 💙❤️ (There are no words that can describe the immense happiness and how proud I am of you. You really deserve it for how hard I saw you work for this. Good work team, Visca El Barça always)

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pablogavi gracias por su apoyo a lo largo de toda mi vida, no lo hubiera hecho sin ti. Te amo tanto, mi mejor amigo que jamás podría pedir. (thank you for your support throughout my whole life, i wouldn't have done it without you. love you so much, my best friend i could ever ask for.)

fcbarcelona Esta amistad 🥹 (This friendship)

perfectgavi he gotta up his game

gavination she too good for the world bruh, if he doesn’t want her I WANT HER.

luvp3dri AIN’T NO WAY HE AIN’T IN LOVE WITH HER BRUH, I’D BE HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER

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pablogavi Estoy seguro de que todos han visto sus publicaciones y comentarios para mí, en verdad, no tengo a nadie a quien agradecer más que al equipo y la familia, excepto a ella. ninguna palabra podría describir el apoyo inquebrantable que ella tiene para mí, cómo ha estado conmigo a lo largo de nuestros altibajos. no hay nadie más que ella que pueda lidiar con mi ira (lo siento, jeje) Sé que todos ustedes dijeron que sería estúpido no tenerla o que con gusto me la quitarían, ¡NO ESTÁ PASANDO! mi mejor amigo, mi amuleto de la suerte, mi enano, y lo más importante, mi todo. No sé dónde estaría sin su apoyo y amor, muchas gracias. Nunca pensé que podría tener fútbol y amor a la vez, pero contigo siempre es posible. Sé que estás conmigo, siempre. (i'm sure you've all seen her posts and comments for me, in truth i have no one to thank other than the team and family but her. no words could ever describe the unwavering support she has for me, how she had been with me throughout our up's and down's. there's no one else then her who could deal with my anger (i'm sorry hehe) i know you all said i'd be stupid not to have her or you guys would gladly take her from me, NOT HAPPENING!! my best friend, my lucky charm, my dwarf, and most importantly my everything. i don't know where i'd be without your support and love, thank you so much. I never thought i could have both football and love at once but with you it's always possible. I know you're with me, always.)

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ynusername ¿Cuándo tomaste esas fotos? ¡Nunca las había visto antes! eres tan dulce pablo pero el fútbol sigue siendo tu prioridad número uno así que juega bien si no... (when did you take those pictures, i've never seen them before! you're so sweet pablo but football is still your number one priority so play well if not...)

pablogavi @ynusername los tomé en secreto si no, ¿cómo no los habrías visto antes? sí, el fútbol será mi prioridad número uno, pero tú también lo eres 🤍 (i took them secretly if not how would you have not seen them before? Yes football will be my number one priority but so are you.)

pedri Nunca pensé que llegaría el día en que te harías el hombre, no podría soportar más mierda ñoña de ti (i never thought the day would come where you man up, i couldn't take anymore sappy shit from you)

alejandrobalde Por fin 👏👏 (Finally)

fcbdaily looks like she’s off the market now 😞

4mystarboys @fcbdaily yeah damn i wanted her man

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ynusername wow, el párrafo cursi pero dulce y largo que viene de ti es difícil de imaginar. ¡Y no sabía que hablasteis tanto de mí en el vestuario antes y después del partido! gracias a @alejandrobalde y @pedri 😂😂 dejando todo de lado, sabrás lo mucho que significas para mí y no puedo enfatizar lo orgullosa que estoy de ti. no hay nadie más como tú, te amo tanto mi niño de oro ( wow the sappy but sweet and long paragraph coming from you is hard to imagine. and i didn't know you talked about me so much in the locker room before and after the match! thanks to @alejandrobalde and @pedri everything aside, you'd know how much you mean to me and i can't emphasize on how proud i am of you. there's no one else like you, i love you so much my golden boy )

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pablogavi Te amo hermosa 😍😘 (love you beautiful)

pablogavi traidores 😒 (Traitors)

pedri @pablogavi para su provecho (for your own good)

alejandrobalde @pablogavi lo siento, tenía que hacerse, demasiado bueno para no compartir 😂🙏🏻 (sorry it had to be done, too good not to share)

fcbarcelona Club de ayudar a los jugadores a entrar en relación también! (club helping players get into relationship too!)

433 The ending we’ve all be waiting for.

risingballers only Gavi could pull this off 💯

#pablo gavi #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi x y/n #pablo gavi x you #fc barca #fc barcelona #fc barça #gavi #gavira #pablo martin páez gavira #pablo gavira #pablo gavi fluff #pablo gavi one shot #pablo gavi blurb #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi fic #football #football x you #football x reader #football fluff #football fanfic #football instagram au #gavi x you #social media au #gavi blurb #chlerc #⋆⭒˚.⋆🕸 chloe’s footballers

[genderfluid-strawberry-of-doom]

i reread hammer of thor and i decided to list out some stuff i feel has been overlooked by the fandom

and stuff that hasn't been overlooked (at all) but i HAVE to mention it anyway. because reasons

also it's not THAT long of a post but it's pretty long so i put a cut there

nobody ever mentions the 'thinking cup' like whyyy

alex fierro the cheetah and weasel :)

"the gender thing wasn't what surprised me. what surprised me was the way my impression of alex had slingshot and the emotions that had stirred up"

magnus mentioning that he had been stuck in one gender his whole life and that it didn't bother him except the way it was worded made it seem like he was unsure about it jsfjfisfidgkgd

i don't think it's overlooked but the scene in which magnus is watching alex eat and halfborn goes "there's no shame in being attracted magnus" and he CHOKES

(not overlooked at all but) HEARTH'S POSESSIVENESS OVER BLITZ <333

(DEFINITELY not overlooked but) "buddy" *proceeds to take hearth's hands in his own*, "what is wrong with my elf" 😭😭

inge being fucking abused by alderman?? she was beaten??? and the iron on the door locks is harmful and extremely painful to hulder??? THAT ASSHOLE ALDERMAN

(in context to inge explaining that alderman kept a patch of wilderness in his backyard bc hulder need wilderness to live and so that he can 'hire' more help) "she said hire. i heard catch" BITCH-

the fucking wergild. i have a lot of thoughts about that and all of them involve alderman dying

also hearth's mom doesn't really seem like much of a good person either? she didn't stop alderman from being abusive towards hearth or the house staff AND she literally just cared about her reputation. maybe she wasn't as bad as her husband but she was still pretty bad (parallels there between hearth and alex)

also parallels between hearth trying to stop alderman from taking andvari's ring and trying to "pull his dad out from a hole deeper than andvari's" and magnus trying to save randolph from falling into the hole in the ground that led to helheim-

hearth and samirah's dynamic?? they've already had a fight and patched up AND were stuck together during the utgard lanes chapters. soooo a lot

also hearth and alex's brief interactions lol

"just, you know, a little respect" "for the girl with the sharp wire? no problem" "there was nothing confusing abt the smile she gave me. it warmed up the office by about five degrees" I LOVE THEM A TOTALLY NORMAL AMOUNT

amir fadlan. AMIR FADLAN EVERYBODY <333

samirah being a girlboss. samirah handling all the stress. samirah trying to show her true self to amir. samirah braving everything put in her way with courage. just samirah <3 <3 (everybody in the whole universe should be in awe of her btw)

the scene in which they're sitting on stanley (the eight-legged horse) and magnus is nervous to hold on to alex but she just takes his hands and puts them around her waist <3

for some reason i had assumed alex had cut magnus's hair for the first time in the woods but no. it was blitz? hm

magnus's casual mention about utgard loki being attractive ajsfjfsi

taylor swift being dwarf music and prince being giant music?? (and that giant named tiny being obsessed with elvis)

an alex speech pattern which isn't much of a pattern but it repeated twice in the book: once she said (in response to hearth signing something she didn't understand. this was around the time when she and samirah revealed that alex would be taking samirah's place) "yes alex. thank you alex for being so brave and heroic." and then the other time (in the end when magnus is visiting her in her room and picks up one of her pottery projects) "no you can't touch it magnus. thanks for asking magnus" idk i just think it's cool

the trophy wife thing. sif deserves better tbh

"a girl who was rocking that wedding dress"

alex straightening magnus's tie or smth and magnus's inner monologue going "she still smells like wood smoke. why does she still smell like a campfire?"

samirah's wedding outfit?? (sounds gorgeous tbh. except for the hood which) also i have a related question. is the hood in place of hijab thing disrespectful? /gen

sif and alex dynamic <3

sif's gifts to hearth (pouch of rowan runes) and alex (golden garrote)

alex and most other shapeshifters make random animal noises and shapeshift to random animals when they're nervous

halfborn's "death and glory," mallory's "kill everyone," and tj's "charge" aksfkfiovdm. and the way magnus just becomes so much stronger when he sees his friends-

the scene at the end of the marriage battle thing when alex is all concerned because she thinks magnus doesn't believe that she was just pretending to be under loki's control and sHE'S TRYING TO CONVINCE HIM AND HE SQUEEZES HER HAND JDFJSFKFK THIS SCENE IS NOT TALKED ABOUT ENOUGH

alex canonically calling magnus "sunshiny" and RESPECTING AND ADMIRING HIM AND HIS HEALING POWERS. they make me weak

samirah and magnus's dynamic is not given enough love. they are figuratively SIBLINGS and that level of closeness is not recognized by the fandom enough

(also not really about the book but. the UK cover of 'hammer of thor' depicts samirah with half of her hair falling out of her hijab. which. who tf designed these covers?? like somebody needs to give them a good throttling)

there's probably more that i don't remember but okay here have this for now :)

#yeah half of these are just fierrochase. don't judge me ok #magnus chase #alex fierro #samirah al abbas #hearthstone mcga #hearth mcga #blitzen mcga #blitz mcga #mallory keen #halfborn gunderson #tj mcga #thomas jefferson jr #amir fadlan #fierrochase #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #mcatgoa #mcga #hammer of thor

[forgeofthenine]

Slightly more uncommon question I guess, so if you don't know how to answer it, feel free to just skip over it:

How much do you think is known about tieflings medically? I headcanon that most other races don't care about them, so while humans and elves and so on can all go to the same doctors and medics, tieflings have a much tougher time. Only tieflings will help tieflings, except for maybe some very minor stuff.

Not just because the others don't want to, but perhaps because nobody ever studied them or even thought they were worth studying. So all tieflings just know better than to ask a regular doctor for any help with horn or tail issues. Chances are, they'd just make it worse anyway.

Ooo I love getting to think about the implications of this sort of stuff, while this definitely isn't in the same vein as my usual requests I'm so into this and it deserves a bit of discussion I think

Medically, I feel like tieflings have a lot of traits that absolutely set them apart from all other races in Faerun. Between the horns, tails, eyes with black sceleras, vestigial wings, the bumps and ridges covering their bodies, and the fact I headcanon them to have heats and ruts, they just have a lot going on medically. Humans and elves definitely seem like they'd be the front runners in medicine and study, but I feel like they'd also disregard races like tieflings, dwarfs, and halflings and leave them all to their own devices.

Tieflings would absolutely have to try and find tiefling doctors to help with issues, though between the Elturel tieflings being exiled and there not being any tieflings of major standing I can think of in Baldurs Gate, I feel like finding a tiefling with that sort of education would be very hard with the current state of things. Any tief doctors would need to conduct their own research and experiments too, as any institutions that teach medicine wouldn't have knowledge on the treatment of tieflings.

Due to all this, and where most tieflings seem to stand socio-economically within Faerun, I feel like there's a big emphasis and importance of home remedies and treatments from clerics. Home remedies would often be shared between families and passed onto children so tieflings have a common knowledge for how to treat 'tiefling matters' like mending a cracked horn or dealing with a sprained tail. These remedies get changed and improved over time depending on effectiveness and where the tieflings might relocate to, some herbs and medicinal plants might be harder or impossible to find when tieflings shift across the sword coast.

Clerics, and to a lesser extent paladins and bards, would also hold importance in tiefling culture. Magic users aren't incredibly common but they are more common than a tiefling doctor, and most magic users know a healing spell or two. Being able to bypass some of the issues of their anatomies mystery by casting a healing spell is hugely important and much more accessible as a form of treatment.

I feel like even if a human or elf doctor could treat a tieflings broken ankle, there's such a huge distrust on the part of the tieflings (for very good reason) that they'd still try to treat issues themself instead. And honestly, most humans and elves unfortunately don't particularly care whether tieflings come to them or not. There are oddballs though, and you'll find the occasional human or elven doctor that does work to try and study tiefling anatomy, often you'll find they also end up with a tiefling for a lover.

I'd love to hear if anyone has anything extra they'd like to add, I always get some really great responses to headcanons like this about tiefling culture!

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 tiefling

[wilcze-kudly]

Tlok Lord of the rings au because i'm squishing my hyperfixations together like a crazy lil 5 year old.

Korra- I'd say dwarf... she matches the stereotypical dwarf personality to a T. Notoriously stubborn, loyal and hardy. The most resistant to the corruption of evil as well. Also, controversial opinion... out of the Krew, Korra deserves a beard most. Also. Give her an axe. Or a sledgehammer. Let her wreak havoc. I think her family would come from Khazad-dûm and be directly related to the line of Durin. Though I feel like she'd reside in the Blue Mountains and unlike most of her kin, she'd have an appreciation for water and the sea.

Asami- Elf. Elf. With her glorious hair and agility??? Hell yeah. She'd be descended from the Avari and live in Mirkwood. I think the moral ambiguity and hostility of the Mirkwood elves touches nicely on Asami's original role as a villain. Also coming from such a combative area would have her learning combat as well, if even better, than her canon counterpart.

Also korrasami would be super cute as a dwarf/elf relationship lol. Korra's already canon shortie. And it would replicate their little rivalry in season 1. Just instead of fighting over Mako, they're fighting over centuries of mutual racial animosity.

Bolin and Mako - ok. Im getting real controversial here. Hobbits. Fucking hobbits. Now. Hear me out. More Brandybuck/Took coded hobbits I'd say. Probably grown up in Bree... tiny orphans in a big world. So sad.

Bolin is an easy pick. Although he's pretty big and bulky, his character has a lot in common with typical hobbits. Not a coincidence that my two fave characters are him and Samwise Gamgee... I love my dirt himbos. Bolin has that gentle, cheerful hobbit vibes. And he likes food too lol.

Mako also has hobbit vibes, I'd argue. However he has a lot of that hobbit typical caution ans suspicion towards the outside world. I could see him valuing a home and prosperity...give this man a hobbit hole He's so stressed he deserves it.

Tenzin, Kya and Bumi. - half elves, Rivendel. Tenzin is basically Elrond, ok? Bumi chose humanity good for him. Kai is the scruffy human they adopted à la Aragorn.

Lin and the Beifongs- honestly was stumped at this one... but I kinda think humans, particularly Dúnedain of Arnor. A noble people, now acting as Rangers, protectors of the land... matches Lin, our favourite chief of police, huh?

#korra #asami sato #korrasami #mako #bolin #tenzin #kya ii #bumi ii #lin beifong #the beifong family #lotr au #legend of korra #tlok #the legend of korra #avatar #avatar the legend of korra #atlok

[iliaclwrites]

hi I love your fics and I just wanted to request a short blurb or dialogue on eddie comforting cheerleader reader after someone assumes that she isn’t smart or that she talks too much or tries too hard to be funny

"I-- argh!" you threw your pom poms at the wall, spinning around and slumping down, pressing your head into your knees. Unbeknownst to you, Eddie was coming into the gym to pass you an exercise book you'd accidentally left in his van, before freezing at the sight of you.

He rushed over to you, pulling your head up to look into his eyes. "Hey, hey, come on," he said, brushing your hair out of your eyes. "What's up? What happened?"

You groaned, pulling your chin out of his hands and staring at the bleachers across the hall. "It doesn't matter," you bit out, and he snorted, pulling you into his arms. "Eds, seriously, it's fine."

He scraped the back of your head with his fingernails, and you sighed, relaxing into his grip. "Come on, babygirl," he said, coaxingly. "What did that mean ol' wall do to you to deserve this kinda treatment, hm? I don't think it'll survive another pom pom barrage."

You pressed your head back against the wall, Eddie still crouching in front of you as you stared up at the ceiling. "The college counselor," you said dully. "She wants me to go to Florida state."

"Uh-huh," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"For cheer."

He pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Your grades are a bit too good to go somewhere just 'for cheer'," he said after a long moment. "Take it from someone that's actively trying to coast."

"I know!" you cried, dropping your hands to your sides, where Eddie quickly scooped them up. "Like, I know I'm not a genius, but I want to do something other than cheer all my life! I have been doing other things! But for some reason when people look at me they go all 'goo goo ga ga Malibu Barbie', and assume I can't do anything other than jumps and flips!"

Eddie nodded reassuringly, stroking his fingers over your knuckles as you ranted.

"I've got some of the best grades in AP Lit, and I'm aceing Trig, like sure I'm not doing all that well at Science, but who the hell is? Mr Lang is an asshole! So with all that taken into account, plus my extracurricular bullshit, why are they making me go to a cheer school? I'm good. I'm better than good. I'm great. And this stupid hunk of a podunk town is just too small minded to see that I deserve to get out, so they want to send me somewhere to wither and fucking die." You snarled. "I'm not gonna let them. I'm gonna get out of here if it's the last goddamn thing I do."

"You're hot when you're mad," Eddie said, and you shut him up with a glare. "Princess, just ignore her. She doesn't know what she's talking about. She's stuck in this shitty rat town, too," he said softly, crawling toward you so his face was hovering near yours. "And you're gonna go in there, and you're gonna tell her exactly what you deserve, and you're gonna come out with your Harvard acceptance letter, or whatever, okay?"

You snorted. "I don't think I'm quite Harvard material, Eds."

He pressed a kiss to the place your eyebrows met, and smoothed the skin out. "I'll be waiting outside, okay? I'll make sure no one busts in when you're righteously murdering her with these weapons of mass destruction," he added, picking up one of your pom poms and waving it threateningly. "Stay back, college counselor! I'm armed!"

You laughed, and let your head collapse against his neck. "Okay," you said eventually. "I'll go give her a piece of my mind."

"Attagirl," Eddie said, pulling you to your feet. He paused for a moment, and shrugged his denim vest off, sliding it over your shoulders. The material dwarfed you, brushing the hem of your cheer skirt, and you looked up at him in confusion. "It's called a battle vest, sweet cheeks," he murmured, pushing your hair out of your eyes, "and someone's going to war." He waved a pom pom at you. "Go Tigers!"

You giggled, spinning for him in the vest. "Let's hope her AC is high enough for what I'm about to do to her."

Eddie nodded along, before freezing, watching as you made your way out of the gym. "Wait, AC? As in armour class? When did you start playing Dungeons and Dra--"

"Bye, Eddie!" you chirped, and vanished through the door.

He threw himself down onto the floor, clutching his heart. Damn. That girl would be the death of him. His little cheerleader.

#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x cheerleader #THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE LOL #WAIT I JUST REALISED YOU SAID BLURB FUCK IM SO SORRY

[wordsbymae]

omg this was SO GOOD, dear author😭 the jealous person not realising that they're in reality only helping farmer to make mousey his spouse. how would the visit at farmer's home go? surely little mouse must see that farmer's house is a lot better than their dangerous little home. they will have everything they want here, somehow farmer suddenly have so many amazing products to make pastery that little mouse couldn't afford. and if that doesn't work? surely mousey isn't so heartless to leave him all alone on this huge farm? he has so much work, they surely doesn't want him to overwork himself to death. 😩

and if you don't mind dear author, can i be 💫 anon?

Thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I did update the ending very slightly, just changed some wording but nothing too crazy. That's exactly what I was going for! Before this happened the reader was on edge with the farmer. They could tell, even subconsciously, that he had less than honest intentions. But with this whole situation they were forced into his arms, he stood up for them, protected them, practically admitting to being in love with them. It sends mouse right back to when they would wait by their mailbox for him to drive past so they could wave good morning to him or how they would rebake something over and over again just so it was perfect for him. The love-sick puppy in them is back with a vengeance.

I see mouse being in his truck with his denim jacket on, his scent enveloping them as they use the cuffs to wipe their nose or their eyes. (And if you're like me, can you imagine it being too big or long? and just being dwarfed in it?). The farmer is still a bit uncomfortable, neither has said anything since they got in the car and clearly mousey is still very upset. He does use this time to think of a plan. He was expecting a struggle or even a fight to get his little mouse in his arms. If he was a forgiving man would thank that cruel person for driving mouse into his arms. But he was not, so you can imagine what's gonna happen.

They finally arrive home (and because I am committing), his two working dogs run out from behind the house barking and yapping. Reader's met them before and loves them to death so they practically jump out of the truck to say hi to them. The farmer just grumbles cause he wanted to open their door like a gentleman :(

Pancho and Lefty are so excited to see Mouse again. They've been gone too long! Of course, they have ulterior motives and start sniffing around to see if they bought their favourite peanut butter doggy treats Mouse makes themself. They huff when they don't smell them.

"They ain't lap dogs you know, they're working dogs and you spoil em too much" the farmer sooks, walking over to the three of you. He wants all your attention :(

"Don't listen to him. your daddy is being a meany. You deserve all the love and attention and to be spoilt rotten, 'cause you're both my handsome boys, the bestest boys ever" you whisper, patting the two kelpies.

Daddy? now that's something he likes the sound of maybe one day he can make you a momma (or not! I know EXACTLY where I want it to go but I know not everyone is into all that. )

either way, he's calling you inside with a frown on his face. He deserves to be your handsome boy, your bestest boy ever, not those two butt lickers outside.

You give a small sigh when you come inside. You've never been inside his house before. You wanted to, desperately, but he just never invited you in. Now you're sitting on his bed in his jacket, while he looks through his closet. It's only 10am in the morning but clearly, he's expecting you to stay the night cause he's grabbing house clothes/pj's for you. An old shirt of his and some old boxers. He hopes to god you don't notice the hole in the back of the boxers where he can see your underwear.

You try and tell the farmer that you're only planning on staying a little while (until you stop crying at the drop of a hat) but as soon as you say it, lightning strikes. The sky darkens and the wind howls.

"You ain't going nowhere while it's storming like this"

"I live like a minute-"

"I don't care, your staying"

So you stay the night.

Only to wake to your house burnt to the ground. Luckily everything important and your own bedroom are in an offshoot of the cottage where the fire didn't spread to. But the main bulk of the house is ruined.

But thank goodness the farmer is more than happy to let you stay at his till you find somewhere else.

However, it's really hard to find an appropriate house in such a small town and large county, but the farmer is more than welcome! Just stay with him! Rent free! Just keep cooking like you do and you can stay for as long as you would like.

This man is desperate for Mouse to be his little spouse. So you can bet your bottom dollar he starts treating them as such (murder, manifest, manipulate). Coming in after a long day and practically begging for a massage, cooing to his darlin' how they have magic hands, how he's so lucky to have them, how he would be lost without them cooking for him, taking care of him, making sure he ain't working himself to death.

After a few months he's got reader trained and everything, got them rubbing his shoulder (and feet, ew), packing him lunches for when he gets stuck outside, doing his laundry, sewing his clothes, fussing over him and treating him like a little homemaker would.

But then Mousey is talking about another little cottage down the way that's selling, how they don't wanna be in his hair anymore. How he probably wants his own space back. That's when he lays it on thick. Going on and on about how they can't leave the farm, Pancho and Lefty are going to miss you too much, how he'll probably starve without you, how he'll be so lonely without you.

So you stay, of your own accord. Which is really lucky for you, cause plan b stands for Plan Barn.

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Of course, you may! I'm on my laptop at the moment, so may I call you anon Nova as well?

#farmer yandere #yandere farmer #gn reader #yandere x reader #farmer oc #nova :)

[aftertheradar]

so i've been rereading Artemis Fowl (series) again and even tho it was one of my favorite kids series I'm noticing some kinda weird or icky stuff that flew over my head before. Like damn if these books ain't just cyberpunk espionage magitek copaganda. Book 2 is literally about an ethnically motivated class uprising being put down by the police(who are framed as the good guys) because said racial minority/underclass is too violent and stupid to deserve better treatment in the prison system. and also too stupid and violent to have masterminded the plan for revolution themselves and needed one of the smart races to do it for them.

and any time there's a civilian presence in the book, they are depicted as either an antagonistic obstructive bureaucrat or a whiny caricature played for laughs. not totally sure if this is because these books were written while uncritically carrying over this kind of depiction that was historically the norm in its genres (police procedural), or if this is the author's own (conscious or subconscious) idealogical biases seeping in. might be both tbh.

anyway anyway the thing i actually wanted to bring up is that a really bizarre detail that stuck out to me during my re-reads is the way the different fairy races/species are characterized. there's 7(really 8) races/species of fairies who are disntint, and they have different traits and powers. So like there are elves who are good with magic, sprites who can fly, goblins (the aforementioned race that is too stupid and violent to be capable of organized protest) who can shoot fire etc.

Butt (foreshadowing lol) the one that was so weird to me is the characterization of gnomes, the last and arguably least of the fairy races in the artemis fowl series. they seem to make up the majority of the fairy population and a significant portion of background characters. bdon't get much screen time in the books because of not having any main characters who are one. They're sole defining characteristic?

Having enormous asses.

That's it. that's their whole thing. basically every time there's a gnome character depicted, the text goes out if it's way mention how dummy thicc the gnomes are and how their dumptruck rear ends take up too much room and keep blocking things and knocking shit over when they walk.

like there's also already a whole race of fairies (the dwarfs)whose whole thing is to be a never ending font of burglary escape techniques and fart jokes whenever the plot or author demand them. you would think having enormous asses would come in that territory, but no. it goes to the last group that we the audience don't really know or care about as much.

and i just don't really know what to make of that. that in coming up with fantasy races for his books, one of the most present but least prominent in tbe books' single defining and noteworthy character trait is having such fat asses that they block public pedestrian walkways (no really). i wish i knew what exactly the thought process behind (lol) that one was.

anyway hope i explained why it's so weird to me well, goodnight

#artemis fowl #eoin colfer #imagine your sole cultural trait is being dummy thick to the point of it becoming a traffic violation #and then some irish kid beats your militarized rulingnplice state so hard it raises the taxes by multiple digits

[startanewdream]

For @hinnyfest, prompt #2: "I did something bad..."

***

There was a handkerchief on Ginny's hand so twisted that it reminded Harry of a rope. He paused behind her, hands searching for the knots in her neck that were usually enough to calm her; but Ginny jumped, face blushing at the sight of him.

"Hey."

"Hey there." He sat next to her, gently taking the handkerchief out of her hands. "Oh, I liked this one."

"We can iron it later," said Ginny, sounding guilty.

"It's just a handkerchief—why do you look like you've just waken up a basilisk?"

She blinked. "What?"

"It's just—I think the last time I saw you so nervous you were about to tell Ron and I about the Chamber."

"Oh, no." She rolled her eyes. "Nothing as grave—not criminally, at least. Unless we are counting the murder of my dignity." He waited. Ginny bit her lip. "I did something bad."

Harry nodded. "We can hide the body."

"What?"

"I know you—if you murdered someone, they probably deserved it. Better not confess to an Auror next time, though."

Ginny laughed, some tension leaving her shoulders. "It's not grave, remember? I'm just—embarrassed, that's it."

"Embarrassed as you sending a dwarf to sing a Valentine's card?"

"Embarrassed as I might hex my fiance if he keeps making fun of me." Her words were threatening, but Ginny was smiling again. "And that would look extremely embarrassing for you, Mr. Auror."

Harry pretended to zip off his mouth. Ginny got closer, allowing for him to place his arms around her shoulders and bring her closer.

"Embarassed as do you remember before the Battle, when you needed to go to the Ravenclaw Common Room and I insisted that Luna should go with you, instead of Cho Chang?"

It took a moment for Harry to recollect the exact memory. "Oh, yeah. You sounded fierce, very protective."

"I sounded stupid," she disagreed. "We were at the edge of the war, Voldemort was coming and I got jealous. But I thought—hey, I was young and naive. I wouldn't do that again."

"But then—"

She sighed. "Then we were at the Leaky Cauldron tonight and Cho showed up for our meeting, I wasn't expecting and—and I told her we are engaged."

"Oh." Harry blinked, confused. "That isn't a crime."

But Ginny shook her head. "I haven't even told most of my friends yet, and then—ugh, why do I still feel like a teenage girl unsure of everything around her?"

"I have no idea." He placed a kiss on her forehead, eyes closing when the smell of her shampoo overwhelmed him. "If anyone should be self-assured and arrogant, it should be you. You—you are perfect."

She laughed, not taking him seriously. "I'm not. I'm—it's pathetic, actually."

Harry twisted the handkerchief. "If it helps—when we were discussing the guest list, I almost asked you not to invite Dean."

"What?"

"Yeah, I know. And worse—I wanted to include Viktor Krum in the list."

"Viktor Krum? Other than annoying Ron, I don't see—"

"He was attracted to you."

"I don't remember meeting Krum—"

"Bill and Fleur's wedding." Harry fought an urge to hide his face. "We were sharing a table, he didn't know who I was, and then he asked if you were seeing anyone because you were very good-looking. And I said you were, a jealous type, big guy, one he wouldn't want to mess with."

Ginny blinked. Twice. And then a grin took control of her face as she moved to give him a kiss that Harry wasn't sure he deserve, but he wouldn't complain ever.

"Jealous type, ugh?" she teased when they broke apart. "I can see we are perfectly matched."

#Hinny #Hinnyfest #post war Hinny #prompt 2: i did something bad... #tell me what you think :)

[2soul2]

Heyy, i saw you write and you take requests, soo i was wondering if you could write a dadzawa scenario or oneshot in which he has a biological daughter but she is reallyyy rebel.

Thankss

Sure thing!

School call

(Shouta Aizawa with daughter reader)

I am really sorry for my bad English

Shouta wasn’t surprised when he saw the number calling his phone. It’s still not a nice feeling.

“Y/N needs do be picked up again sir.”

Again.

That word always gets stuck in his head.

“Should we let her go by herself?”

Being a teacher, a hero and a father can sometimes be much. And having time with two jobs just sometimes isn’t possible.

Thats the excuse he always has for her behaviour. It’s still not alright but maybe if things were different, she would act edifferent.

“Yes.”

What else should he answer? He still got three classes to teach and one patrol.

Driving home doesn’t feel so good. He knows what tiring conversation waits for him.

“Y/N, I’m home.”

He slips his jacket off and puts the take out box dinner on the table.

The only thing he can hear is the TV. He already knows what show she’s watching, it’s always the same show.

He hates Rick and Morty, probably because he’s scared that she thinks of him as Rick.

“Did you bring ramen?”

He’s happy that he finally hears the voice.

“The one from the old grandpa that is a dwarf?”

There it is, the sass, the attitude.

Shouta doesn’t answer and walks into the living room. There she is, sitting on the couch, eating gummy worms.

He told her not to eat them right before he comes.

“Did you?”

She doesn’t mind him a look.

“No, you’ve had that the last three days.”

Now Y/N looks and she looks annoyed. Shouta often gets that look.

“What did you bring then?”

“Vegetable Gyoza.”

Now she looks more annoyed.

“Seriously? I hate Gyoza especially vegetable Gyoza!”

“It’s healthier than ramen everyday.”

Y/N lets out an annoyed sigh and jumps up from the couch.

Shouta just watched her.

She walks to the kitchen and grabs herself some food from the fridge.

She already changed her clothes. Y/N hates the school uniform, she would often get detention for not wearing it. The teen wears short pants and an old shirt he gave her when they both painted the walls in her room.

Her legs have some dirt on them. The couch probably as well now.

She warms up some Udon and sits back down on the couch. Meanwhile Shouta unpacks the Gyoza.

“School called me today.”

“Oh yea?”

“You had a fight with another student?”

“If that’s what they said.”

She just continues to watch her silly show.

“School calls me quiet often you know.”

“Then decline the call.”

There it is. Always the back and forth.

“School called me five times these past two weeks.”

Y/N doesn’t answer and just eats her food.

“That’s not something you should ignore.”

He sits down on the couch table right in front of her.

“Why did you throw the book at the student Y/N?”

“Because he was annoying? Duh! That idiot literally deserved it! And his nose only bled! He literally cried like a baby!”

“Y/N.”

She looks up at him with an annoyed look.

“Why did you throw the book.”

Y/N looks angrily down.

“He made fun about my ears..”

She has her mother’s ears.

“So you threw the book at him?”

“Yea, I got angry!”

“I get that.”

“See? Not my fault.”

“It is your fault that you threw the book.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and eats her food.

“You need to behave better Y/N.”

When he gets no reaction he sighs and sits down next to her.

“I know you have your difficulties with behaving but this can’t go on like this.”

“Tsk..”

“Okay how about that, you promise me to behave better and I promise you that we eat ramen tomorrow.”

“From the dwarf?”

“Yes, from the dwarf.”

She thinks for a moment.

“Fine.”

“There we go.”

She finishes and stands up.

“Oh I by the way broke a coffee mug.”

It was a long day, a tiring long day. So shouta just can chuckle.

“Go to your room already you brat.”

She smiles.

“See ya old man.”

That day both felt pretty close to each other.

If she’ll stop behaving like a brat is another question.

Aaaaah! I hope you like it anon. I’ve had my troubles making her look like a brat but I hope that it’s kind of good.

Again, I’m really sorry for my bad English

#my hero academia #writers of tumblr #writers on tumblr #fan fic writing #fan fic #fanfic #MHA #bnha #shota aizawa #shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta

[pirateswhore]

You're enough - comfort one-shot

It's never easy to have your disability be made into a joke - to be reminded every day that you're not good enough or deserving of love & for it to be your defining trait. Killian has learnt to live with it. That doesn't mean Emma can't remind him from time to time.

for @vasfasan HAPPY BIRTHDAY STINKY <33 ILY

Read on ao3 || Read below:

"Mum, could you help me with an art project tonight?"

"Sure, Hook's staying over so we'll help you."

"I think the pirate's going to be more a hindrance than help."

"The one-handed wonder is only good for pillaging and plundering. It honestly surprises me how he can do anything."

"Maybe it's time we replace the missing dwarf. I'm thinking - Stumpy?"

"Shut the fuck up already!"

The dinner falls silent, heads turning towards him. He stands, chair creaking against the floor. His eyes flash across the people sitting at the table with him. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he turns, making haste towards his bedroom in the inn. He can hear the hushed murmur of comments behind him, but his mind is too hazy to actually focus on what they're saying.

He pushes past a confused and worried Ruby and makes it to his room. Shutting the door behind him, he slumps against it. His chest is tight, his breath uneven and strained and his knees give out as he slides down to the floor. His head falls back, a low thud against the wood. His eyes glaze over as tears pool down his cheeks. He swallows, pushing the lump caught in his throat deeper down.

Hook. Pirate. One-handed wonder. Stumpy.

Through his sobs, he can hear a gentle knock on the door. He steadies his breath enough to grunt a "Go away," but it comes out a lot less demanding than he intended.

"Killian, it's me. Please let me in?"

He stands, wiping his face with his hand. He shakes his head, wipes the tears and opens the door. Emma's standing in front of him, hands trembling and anger on her face. She softens and smiles at him, but he doesn't return it.

"What, no comment on how I can unlock the door with one hand?" he grits out, trying his best to sound angry, but his voice cracks and he sounds more pathetic than anything.

"Killian..." she sighs, shaking her head. "Can I come in?"

He rolls his eyes but steps aside so she can enter the room. He closes the door behind her but doesn't turn to face her.

"I told Regina and my parents off for the comments. Henry's pretty disappointed with them too."

He doesn't reply, standing still with his eyes fixed on the floor.

"I'm sorry for what they said, I promise not to-"

"You promise not to do what?" He snaps around, catching her off guard. "Not to comment? Not to insult? Not to stare and laugh? You're a few months late to that party, Swan."

She swallows and steps forward. "I'm sorry for not saying anything sooner. You're usually good at standing up for yourself, and you said nothing so I assumed it was all in good fun." Her hand reaches out, stroking his cheek and his facade breaks. A cry breaks from his chest and he closes his eyes, leaning into her touch.

She leads him to the bed and sits them down, never taking her hands off of him. One hand holds his cheek as the other strokes through his hair.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

He swallows, fingers playing with the zipper of her jacket.

"I didn't want to put a strain on your relationship with your parents. I knew you would get upset with them and I didn't want you arguing with them over me."

She pulls away, worry etched into her features. "Babe... if they're hurting you, you should've said something. I would have told them off earlier."

"I'm not worth the trouble, love."

"To me you are."

He scoffs and shakes his head. She holds him closer, pressing him into her chest.

"I hope you know I don't see you that way. The hook doesn't bother me," she whispers into his hair.

"You deserve better."

"And what could be better than you?"

He straightens, deliberately avoiding her gaze. She tilts his head up and meets his eyes with a soft, encouraging smile. He sighs.

"Someone you won't be ashamed of. Someone who's not broken and ruined. Someone you won't have to explain what you see in him, you won't have to justify your choice to people. Someone who will be able to hold you and touch you with both hands. Someone you wo-"

She cuts him off with her fingers to his lips, a gentle chorus of "shush" on her own.

"Killian, listen to me. I don't care about any of that. I'm not ashamed of you. You may not be perfect, but neither am I, and I refuse to believe either of us is ruined beyond repair. You've helped piece my heart together, and I hope I'm doing the same to you. I don't care about what people think of us, and I don't owe an explanation for my choices to anyone. If they can't see what I see in you, well. Their loss, really." She took his hook and hand in hers and placed it on her sides. "And you can hold me very well, thank you very much. If anyone, anyone, dares to object to that, to us, I have no problem setting them straight. I'll stand up to whoever has a problem with it."

"It's rotten work."

"Not to me. Not if it's us."

His mouth hangs open, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath. Her hands rest on his chest, anchoring him to her. He drops his head and smiles, a breathy "I don't deserve you" on his lips. She leans in and kisses him, soft and sweet, pouring all her unspoken feelings into it.

Their foreheads rest against one another and they hold each other close.

"You're enough. You'll always be enough. Don't let anyone convince you otherwise."

She takes his hook, carresing it gently, fingers wrapped around its curve. She presses it against her chest, the coolness of the metal causing her skin to prickle. She smiles at him. "This? This makes no difference to me. It doesn't change how I see you, nor does it make me think less of you."

She leans forward to whisper into his ear. "And while I'm being honest, it's unbelievably attractive."

He laughs. Finally, he laughs, happy and hearty and she can feel the rumble in his vest through her palm. He reaches up, running his fingers across her cheek. There's a tenderness in his eyes, and she's certain no one has ever looked at her like that, not before him. Tenderness, utter devotion, lo-

Her thoughts are derailed when he lunges forward, kissing her and pinning her to the bed. She reciprocates in a second, pulling him into her.

"Does Henry still need help with his school project?" he murmurs between kisses.

"Not for a few hours."

"Good."

#chantecler writing #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #captain swan #emma x killian #ouat fic #cs fic #captain swan fanfic #fan fic writing

[lucigoo]

Weekly Roundup: 21st April - 28th April

Did we all have a good week? Mine was much better, so hopefully yours was too. You alll deserve the best of weeks ever <3

I only worte 10,844 words this week, but with that I have 3 fics written and posted. and one has the biggest treat possible. Check out this art by @hobbityalse for the TSF fest and give them all the love they (And Thorin, Bilob, FIli, Kili and Frodo deserve)

So, on to recs:

Makes the Whole World Blind - Chrononautical - The Hobbit (Bagignshield, I love when they are feral for one another)

Summary: Bilbo Baggins has been kidnapped. Thorin Oakenshield considers a proportional response.

Nori Needs a Burglar - SunnyRose - The Hobbit @sunnyrosewritesstuff (Bagginshield, this is so clever and Bilbo getting caught in shennanigans accidently is *chef'f kiss*)

Summary: In charge of distracting Bilbo from their party plans, Nori tells the hobbit about a problem they've been having in the treasury. Of course, Bilbo being Bilbo, he managed to stumble upon a conspiracy against the Crown.

Unbreakable - Fantasyinallforms - The Hobbit @fantasyinallforms (Bagginshield, ngl, im not usually fond of the sex pollen trope as a personal prefrence, but this one is done so well and its all about the feels, its wonderfuly written)

Summary: Bilbo and Thorin are captured coming back from a diplomatic mission to the elf king's halls. Their captures have no intention of killing the great Thorin Oakenshield outright; instead, they seek to break him and attempt to use Bilbo to do it.

Bruises on the Heart - thehufflepuffhobbit - The Hobbit (Bagginshield, oblivious idiots, i'm looking at you Thorin, is always such a delicious plotline)

Summary: 5 times Thorin noticed his soulmate’s bruises and 1 time he gave them one.

With a tie not easy to break - MiraHerondale - The Hobbit (Bagginshied woth alternate first meeting, this amount of sweetness isnt good for my heart)

Summary:

“Finally”, said the hobbit, frowning despite his rushing heart. “I was worried.”

The smial was deadly silent behind him, which was surprising, considering how loud the dwarfs had been moments prior. Yet he refused to turn around and check.

“Worried? I thought we were angry.”

Fic for Thauc with the prompts "Bilbo and Thorin met before the Quest, fell in love and got married (in secret or not). How does that affect the Quest?" and "Thorin and Bilbo having an awkward and terrible hookup in Bree several months before the quest and then meeting at the quest."

Clue-finder - TheGrayKnight - The Hobbit (Bagginshield, Bilob being accidently BAMF is brillaint)

Summary: Bilbo originally asked to meet with Balin to discuss what he could do to help restore Erebor. He had no idea Balin would turn it around and talk about dwarven courting customs.

Huh, it ended up being all Bagignshield this week. Not that thats a bad thign of course, hopefully at least one person finds something to read <3

Fili and Kili are the highlight of Thorin's life. Everyhting he does is so they and the other Ereborians can have a better life.

Now on to mine.

Everything I need is in this Armchair (Bagginshield, but Thorin-centric, I was honoured to be able to work with HobbityAlse and please check out their stunning artwork above)

Summary:

Dis is confused. Thorin should be happy, he is back in Erebor, his heirs are well. He has everything he ever wanted, right?

His whole life is shaken when they are stolen by slaver.

Sincerely, the Broken Hearted (Past Bagginshield, mind the tags, sad, MCD)

Summary:

So why is Dis' brother sad? As a younger sister it is her job to find out and help him if she can.

Back to the start, but this time together (Wolfstar, prompt #250 of @flashfictionfridayofficial, feel free to search the other writers works, its always amazing to see what direction and fandom people go in with the same prompt imo)

Summary: The occupents of Grimmauld Place are rushing to catch the Hogwarts Express. Its time to take a new trip on the train that hearlded so many changes in all their lives. This time they are going to catch it together.

#weekly roundup #my fics #fic recs #Share the fics #Bagginshield #The Hobit #sirius/remus #harry potter

[unendingwanderlust]

RATING: G

WARNINGS: None.

RELATIONSHIPS: Gimli/Legolas, Thranduil/Wife

WORD COUNT: 851

SUMMARY: This year, Eryn Lasgalen hosts the Midsummer festivities. Legolas has misplaced his husband among the crowd, and he is not the only one...

NOTES: I finally had time to catch up on my to-read list but AO3 has been down all day. Here's the result. Inspired by fellowshipofthefics's Summer Stories. Prompts used: Summer festival, Ice-cold drinks, Campfire Bonfire. Enjoy!

Whenever Eryn Lasgalen hosts the Midsummer festival, Thranduil pulls out all the stops. Legolas suspects that his father both enjoys the grandiose display and wants to rub it in Thorin’s face that his celebrations are better in every conceivable way.

Hand-painted lanterns hang from boughs, illuminating a path to the gazebo. The music flows like fine wine. Elves, men, and dwarves mingle in conversation, merriment, and dance. Nearby, the bonfire reaches the night sky, filling the air with the aroma of burning wood.

Legolas weaves through the sea of people, making small talk until he finally spots a familiar face.

Thranduil waves him over with a graceful motion. Tonight they match: Legolas adorned his hair with orchids and violets, the same Thranduil chose for his crown.

“Have you seen your mother?” Thranduil takes two goblets of ice cold tea from the table: one jasmine and one hibiscus. The latter finds its way to Legolas. “She had forgotten her pipeweed on the nightstand, but she has been gone since after dessert. I suspect she did not get lost on the way to her own halls.”

Legolas takes a sip. The tea owes its sweetness to a generous spoonful of honey. Whoever had the idea to add mint and raspberries deserves both praise and a raise. His eyes roam in search of his own spouse, but good luck finding a dwarf among the celebrating elves and men. “No. Come to think of it, Gimli disappeared too.”

“I cannot say I saw him since your dance.”

“Maybe they were eaten by spiders,” Legolas grins at the sheer ridiculousness of it. Even if he received news that his mother and husband lost their way beneath the oaks back in the days of the Shadow, he would not worry in the least. Gimli is fearsome with his axe and Laergliriel is a notorious First Age veteran. A few giant spiders would not even make them sweat.

Thranduil snorts. “Your mother. Eaten by spiders.”

“You are right,” Legolas wrinkles his nose. “She is too crisp for their tastes.”

“True. Besides,” Thranduil leans closer in conspiratory fashion and lowers his voice, “rumor has it that every pleat in her dress hides a different weapon.”

“Rumor? She does carry Eryn Lasgalen’s entire armory everywhere she goes. In case of emergency, of course.”

A sweet laugh rings through the night from afar; his mother’s laugh, familiar and beloved. That is one mystery solved.

Laergliriel’s dress, chosen by his father as she never cared for fashion, drapes over her like liquid gold. Her flower crown boasts something very familiar that Legolas cannot place; all he knows is that it is not of elvish make. She balances her smoking pipe between her fingers while her other hand sinks into a pocket.

“I only have Old Toby on me,” she says. “I hope that is all right.”

“More than all right, my lady,” Gimli accepts the proffered leather pouch. “You are my savior.”

There he was all along! Buttercups and forget-me-nots decorate the braids in Gimli’s beard and hair instead of gems tonight. His own flower crown is identical to the ones Legolas received when he was too young to weave his own.

“Am I, now?” Laergliriel replies. “I will try not to remind you every day from now on.”

“Neither lost nor eaten by spiders after all,” Thranduil concludes.

Legolas pretends to pay attention to his own conversation, but that went out of the window as soon as he spotted his husband. Gimli stuffs his pipe and lights it; mundane motions that should not fascinate Legolas nearly as much, and yet they do beneath the magic of Midsummer’s stars.

Laergliriel says something in Khuzdul. Gimli roars his hearty laugh. He moves the conversation forward in the same language until his eyes lock with Legolas’s. The world stops for both of them.

Gimli recovers first, shooting him a wink. Legolas catches the glint of white teeth beneath his beard and resists the urge to hide a shy smile in his goblet. His husband is handsome; more handsome than any being on Arda has any right to be. It is no wonder even one look has Legolas’s heart racing.

“And then, a group of oliphaunts stampeded into my throne room. Their leader invited me to waltz with him,” Thranduil deadpans. “One thing led to another and we will be eloping within the next moon.”

Legolas hears the drone of his father’s voice but cannot make out the words. He nods anyway. “Mhm. You are right.”

“Legolas.”

This time, Legolas turns to his father. “Yes?”

Thranduil’s mouth quirks into an amused smirk. “Just go to him.”

Face flushed not due to the summer heat, Legolas picks up a second goblet of hibiscus tea. Gimli used to grumble about how much he hated it until Legolas noticed how quickly the jar emptied and called him out on it. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, and I am coming with you because I must remind my wife that she owes me a dance,” Thranduil smooths down the silver satin of his robes. “How is my hair?”

#eden writes #fanfiction #fanfic #fotfics #gimleaf #gigolas #gimli x legolas #legolas #gimli #thranduil #oc: laergliriel

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

This is for @hobbityalse who wanted to see some platonic Bofur and Bilbo. Thank you for this! I had a lot of fun with the duo. 🥰

Shadow Puppets

Characters: Bilbo & Bofur

Type of Treat: Fluffy platonic

Word Count: 673

Bofur knew there would be a lot of work to do once they arrived in Erebor. He certainly wasn’t one to shy away from it. If anything, the fact that he was a rich dwarf just made the job more enjoyable! He got to pick and choose his jobs instead of taking anything available. So when Thorin asked for volunteers to investigate the mining tunnels, Bofur found that a fairly easy job to put his stone sense to good use. That’s when he saw the hobbit sitting by himself.

Bilbo was like Bofur in the sense that he liked being useful, but there were a significant number of jobs that were beyond the scope of a hobbit in a dwarf’s world. Thorin thought he was doing Bilbo a favor as he already felt guilty over how much the hobbit did to get them there. However, Bofur could see the truth of the matter. Picking up a lantern, he passed the handle into the surprised hobbit’s hands.

“Come on. Let’s do a little bit of exploring.”

Bilbo popped up immediately. “Oh! Um, of course! If you’re sure?”

“Aye! You’re good at maps, and I’m good at reading stone. It’s the perfect job for us.”

Bilbo gave a pleased smile and a nod, lighting the candle in the center of the lantern before pressing forward after Bofur. It amused him a bit at how seriously the hobbit took to the task, but Bilbo really did prove to be the best assistant. He already had a good sense for the layout of the mountain, and only really was confused if they took one too many turns. Bilbo explained that the Shire was also built with winding paths, and that’s why he wasn’t as directionally stunted as most non-dwarves. Bofur was willing to accept that the hobbit was just that intelligent. In any case, they had put in a hard day’s work, and deserved a little treat.

“Set the lantern down on that ledge there, Bilbo. I think it’s high time you saw my secret talent.”

The hobbit looked skeptical, especially as Bofur twisted his fingers into odd shapes. Then his eyes turned to the wall, and he gave a delighted chuckle as Bofur had his bunny continue nibbling on his carrot.

“Shadow puppets! My father used to be so good at these.” Bilbo confessed, taking a seat on the ground.

“Mine too.” Bofur stated before changing the bunny into the mouth of a dragon.

Bilbo looked a bit ill. “Maybe a little too close for comfort.”

Bofur chuckled. “Aye, ya might be right about that. Here, I’ve got the best one yet.”

It was a bit of work, but he managed to manipulate his hands to look like a dwarven warrior. But not any warrior. It was very close to resembling…

“It’s Dwalin!” Bilbo blurted before laughing himself silly.

Bofur chuckled as well before doing his best impersonation of the warrior.

“I don’ trust anyone, unless it's my own axeheads.”

Bilbo fell to the ground, rolling in laughter. “Wait! Wait! Wait! I can make this better!” He gasped.

Adding onto Bofur’s fingers, Bilbo added his own to give the dwarf majestic flowing locks and…

“I don’t get it. What’s supposed to be on his forehead there?”

“It’s Thorin’s scowl!”

Bofur was finally able to recognize what was meant to be eyebrows rising well above his skull, and the dwarf lost it. He and Bilbo laughed long and hard, clenching their stomachs at the pain from such joy. When they finally calmed down, backs against the cool stone, Bilbo spoke up, his voice still pinched with amusement.

“Thank you for that, Bofur. I really needed it.”

Bofur patted the hobbit’s shoulder as best he could. “Anytime. I think you’ve perfected your Thorin impression of silently glaring into the distance.”

That got the two of them rolling again, and when Thorin found them later, tears in their eyes. He could only glare and shake his head, not sure why that had the both of them laughing at him.

Trick or treat my inbox.

#trick or treat my inbox #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #bofur #shadow puppets involved #maybe making fun of a few of the company as well 👀

[arc-misadventures]

Is Ozpin's surprised by Dwarf Jaune making his own kingdom or is this normal Arc behaviour in they are all born to lead

The Cost of a Crown

Ironwood: Ozpin, we have a situation!

James Ironwood burst into, Ozpin’s office to be met with piles of paper strewed all about his office. Bag, cups, and mugs of coffee were laying about amongst them. And, at a desk covered by both coffee, and paper, a pile of spent pens lay about it. All the while a mad man signed his name again, and again on one piece of paper after the other.

Ironwood: Ozpin?

Ozpin: Leave the papers on the desk… I’ll sign them when I get to them…

Ozpin pay no attention to who was in the room, and just focused on signing whatever was before him.

Ironwood: Ozpin!

James grabbed, Ozpin by the shoulders, shaking him out of his paper signing trance.

Ozpin: Huw…? Oh, Hi, James! H-How is it going…?

Ironwood: Not good, but no where near as bad as you. You look like hell; what happened here? You’re signing blank pieces of paper?

Ozpin: What…? Oh gods I am… Ugh… The hell am I doing…?

Ironwood: W-What’s going on, Ozpin?

Ozpin: Arc… Arc, happened…

Ironwood: Arc? As in, Jaune Arc? The King of the Kingdom Lunaris?

Ozpin: Yes, that short little toadstool of a Huntsman! I sent him on a mission along with his team, and another team to protect a small village, and the dust mine on the outskirts of the village. It was a simple routine mission, perfect for a bunch of first years. But, we received no reports from them in days! Fearing the worst I sent, Glynda along with a third year team to go find them. The third year team returned a day letter with this?!

Ozpin then forced an envelope into, James hand as he broke down on his desk. As he held his head in his hands as he silently plead with the gods that be at what he could have possibly done to deserve this. This time.

James stared at his friend for a moment before deciding he best read the letter contained within.

Ironwood: “Dear Ozpin, I am writing this letter to inform you that as of now, I am tending in my resignation as Deputy Headmistress, and Combat Instructor effectively immediately…” Wait, this is, Glynda’s hand writing?! Did, Glynda quit?! W-Why would she do that?!

Ozpin: Keep reading…

Ironwood: “I have taken up the position as the new, Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy?!” They have a Hunter Academy now?!

Ozpin: Yep… I lost a third of my students to them in three days… I heard, Mantle’s been having similar problems as well…

Ironwood: “I accept this position as the first Headmistress of the Lunaris Hunter Academy at the behest of, Jaune Arc the Engraver, King of Lunaris.” The Engraver, what kind of nickname is that?

Ozpin: I believe it’s more of a title, at least that’s what, Oobaleck thinks. Probably something to do with him engraving the history, the rise of, something to do with him building his damn kingdom…

Ironwood: “As such I will be leaving my position at, Beacon for green pastures as they say.” So she quit for a better job opportunity? That doesn’t seem like something, Glynda would do.

Ozpin: It isn’t… But, the next part will also explain why she’s quitting…

Ironwood: This better be good then… “I will also be becoming his Highness Jaune Arc’s first bride, and become the High Queen of Lunaris?!” She’s getting married to that, Arc bastard?! How the hell did this happen?! She’s at least a decade older than him!

Ozpin: Glynda has had a thing for, Mr. Arc since he first arrived here. Apparently it was because of the power, and persona his small stature seemingly emanated from him. As well as his noble, and courteous gentleman like behaviour that she found quite attractive. At least that’s what, Port said…

Ironwood: “I will send you official wedding invitations as soon as the wedding date has been set in stone.” Please tell me that’s not some sort of joke.

Ozpin: Best not to think about it…

Ironwood: “Sincerely, Glynda Goodwitch. Headmistress of the Hunter Academy of Lunaris.” T-The hell is all of this?!

Ozpin: Hell itself my friend! As soon as I received that letter I’ve been trapped here at my desk for days. Signing, and filling out document, after document! I curse, Arc for doing this to me! If I had know this was going to happen, I would have never sent him away that day! But, here we fucking are! Up a sewer line, without a boat!

Ironwood: You didn’t expect this to happen?

Ozpin: Who the hell would expect this to happen? That short little stunted dwarf goes for a routine mission, next thing I know, in a matter of weeks he’s built a kingdom that rivals, Atlas, both in its economy, and military power!

Ironwood: He’s what?!

Ozpin: Y-You didn’t know? Oh… You’re going to be in for a rude awakening…

Ironwood: What are you…?! Hold on, I’m getting a scroll call.

Ozpin: This should be good…

As, Ozpin drank from his mug, he watched intently as, James pulled out his scroll, and answered a call he would have never expected before this day.

Ironwood: Specialist Clover, what is it?

Clover: Sir, I need to deliver a report on our trip to the, Kingdom of Lunaris.

Ironwood: Already, what happened?

Clover: We were attacked as soon as we reach the cities gate by the, Lunarians. They overwhelmed us in minutes, taking us as hostage, and brought us before the, King.

Ironwood: How is that possible? They should barely have a mock militia, how could they beat of team of highly trained, Hunters?

Clover: Those reports are outdated, Sir. They have a military force on par with us.

Ironwood: How is that possible?

Clover: Unknown, Sir.

Ironwood: I take it we won’t be getting access to their, Dust supplies then?

Clover: Not likely, Sir; They have a strong anti-Atlas, and anti-SDC bias amongst the people here.

Ironwood: Haa… The, Atlas council is going to love this. I’m going to be having, Jacques Schnee screaming down my neck for this.

Clover: Speaking of the, Schnee’s, Sir. We’ve had some… interesting developments.

Ironwood: What kind of developments?

Clover: Well, the King of Lunaris has made several threats to, and about the SDC. And, is witnessed to have said, and I quote: ‘I’ll take, Jacques wife, and show him how a real man fucks.’ End quote.

Ironwood: Well, Specialist Schnee must have loved hearing that.

Clover: Yeah… Uhhh… Sir, Specialist Schnee… has resigned her commission with the Atlasian Military…

Ironwood: SHE WHAT?!

Clover: Apparently as soon as she saw, King Arc, and his glorious beard… She dropped to her knees, and pledged her life to him. Hoping to improve relations between, Atlas, Mantle, and the SDC. Specialist Ederne has also resigned for similar reasons.

Ozpin: The, Arc charm strikes again…

Ironwood: You’ve got to be kidding me! I lost two, Specialists just because they looked at a man?!

Clover: And, his most glorious beard…

Ironwood: Haaaa… Is there anything that can be done to bring them back?

Clover: Not unless you convince her to leave yourself, Sir. There isn’t anything else I think we can do, Sir.

Ironwood: Understood, Specialist. Take what’s left of your team, and return to, Atlas. You’ll be debrief further on your return.

Clover: Very well, Sir.

James soon ended the call as he cusped his head in his hands, tiredly groaning as he took in all of this new information.

Ozpin: So… What are you going to do now?

Ironwood: …

Ironwood: Get drunk?

Ozpin: Good idea.

#rwby #jaune arc #glynda goodwitch #winter schnee #elm ederne #clover ebi #marrow amin #james ironwood #rwby ozpin #jaune x glynda #glynda x jaune #elm x jaune #jaune x elm #rwby winterknight #rwby arcwitch #peter port #bartholomew oobleck #willow schnee #jacques schnee

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Fun fact! Leo x Echo is my favorite noncanon ship, they would've been much better than Caleo tbh -Danny Words: 2,148 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Cloud 9' -by Paravi

VI: I Can't Beat the Simping Allegations

"Who did you see in Nemesis, Ara?"

The question is so straightforward it catches her off guard. Leo is allowed to ask that kind of stuff, but at the same time, he should shut up and mind his business.

"Aunt Rosa was the one who kicked you out, right?" Ara asks back.

Leo makes a face. "Yeah..." he moves on to Hazel so Ara can't keep asking about Aunt Rosa. "What Nemesis said about your brother..."

"Nico," Hazel's voice cracks. "He found me in the Underworld. He brought me back to the mortal world and convinced the Romans at Camp Jupiter to accept me. I owe him for my second chance at life. If Nemesis is right, and Nico's in danger... I have to help him."

Ara wants to help Nico, even if they have a complicated history. She doesn't hate the boy like that. "He probably never mentioned me..."

"I think he did," Hazel replies. "Sometimes he'd talk about people he met throughout the years, he'd mention this girl a lot... Lily Saggio. He said she's Italian too."

"That's our best friend," Ara responds. "She understands your brother better than anyone else."

"You're Birdy, right? That's how he calls you," Hazel gives her a sympathetic smile. "He respects you."

"What? Really?" She frowns.

Is Ara the only one holding onto the past? Or was Nico keeping things hidden because he couldn't give the context to Hazel? The truth is, she avoided him for a whole year thinking it was the only way to keep a civil relationship, and now she doesn't really know him.

If they rescue him, maybe they should talk without getting defensive, maybe he'll surprise her in a good way.

"Ara, stop threatening to hit Nico with your book!"

"Then tell him to stay on his side!" I whine. "His stupid jacket is too big..."

I glare at Nico. We found him in this weird farm that's placed above a labyrinth's entrance, and for some reason, everyone thought it was a good idea to sit me next to this jerk.

We're trying to ignore each other, but at some point, he starts to squirm and insists he has important business to attend to with the owner of this dumpster, Geryon.

"He's good at making clothes? Is he going to cut your jacket in half so you stop looking like a dwarf?" I taunt him. "Can't even see your hands in that..."

"I'm not talking to you," he clenches his jaw.

"Lily's worried about you. You left without saying a word, and she's your friend."

"She thinks my father will kill her if I get hurt," he corrects me.

I frown. "So she deserves to fear for her life because of your tantrum?"

"My sister dying is not reason enough to be mad?" He turns to me with angry dark eyes.

"I didn't say that. I'm just telling you how Lily feels. It'd be nice if you went back to camp, but you can stay here and die for all I care."

"Ara!" Percy looks at me in shock from his cart. "Don't say that!"

I look away and sink into my seat, sulking. 

Nico's voice is a little quieter this time. "You're still training?"

"Obviously," I glance at him with disdain. "You're still a shitty swordsman?"

His face turns red. "The labyrinth is above your skills, but if you die, you and Percy will get what you both deserve."

"Nico!" Annabeth gasps.

"You're a crybaby and an idiot who follows the ill advice of dead men!" I bark.

Everyone's looking at us from their carts unable to stop our argument. Nico and I continue to fight each other all the way to Geryon's place.

Ara sees some boulders ahead. "There, let's take a look..."

She reaches the top easily, Hazel climbs after her and Leo is the last one to go up, but he slips and both girls reach out simultaneously, leaving them in an awkward position with Leo's face only a few inches apart from theirs.

"Um, thanks." 

He lets go of Hazel's hand first and uses Ara's to steady himself. That should give her some reassurance, but it only increases her torment, because she can feel the anxiety coming from him. They cannot stay there huddled together without risking one of them slipping again, so she slips forward.

"I'll check the other side."

"Wait, you don't know—"

"It's my job," she says, eyes darting away so she doesn't have to look at him.

Ara's so distracted by her feelings that she doesn't see the young girl beside her, even though the girl makes a huge effort to be noticed. It's only until Hazel and Leo start talking again that Ara realizes she's there.

"...Cursed boy she mentioned." Utters a voice beside her.

Ara draws Almighty out of instinct. When she points it in the direction of the voice, she finds a young girl, wide-eyed and petrified. "Who are you?" She points the sword at the girl's chest. "Step back!"

"Step back," the girl raises her hands in surrender and stumbles backward.

"Ara? What is it?" Hazel tries to focus her gaze. "Wait, is that a person?"

"A person," the girl shakes her head miserably.

"Are you the cursed kid Nemesis mentioned?" Leo's brow furrows. "But you're a girl."

"You're a girl."

"Excuse me?"

"Excuse me."

"You're Echo," Ara studies the girl. "You came back! So you can't be a nymph, right? Nymphs don't have souls—Was I wrong to believe you were—?"

"Ara, she can't answer you," Leo slips down the boulder to join them, and Hazel follows suit. "You can't, can you?"

"Can you," the girl shakes her head again.

"What are you doing here?" Ara continues with the interrogatory anyway. "Nemesis's cursed boy... Is it him?"

"Him," Echo's eyes glisten with longing.

"Oh." Ara turns to the others with newfound energy. "I know who's guarding the celestial bronze."

Nymphs are always fighting over a random dude.

"Alright, ladies, make room!" Ara uses charmspeak. "The faster we do our job, the faster you can go back to staring..." her voice quivers when she spots him. "At your man."

Leo sneaks his way through and whistles lowly. "Dang."

"He's gorgeous," Hazel breathes out.

"I am," the young man in front of them sighs dreamily. "I am so gorgeous."

"To die for," Ara hums in agreement, but she's looking at him like he's a mythical creature, which he kind of is. "Is he glowing?"

She realizes too late that's his soul light, therefore the others can't see what she's seeing, but they don't get confused with her ask anyway, because they're too distracted by the man's looks.

"It's the reflection of that thing," Leo scowls at the celestial bronze in the water.

Ara crouches next to the young man like she's dealing with an endangered species: Mister Universe, the last of his kind.

"How is your hair shiny yet not greasy?" She asks quietly, mostly to herself. "I'm sure you haven't bathed in centuries but you don't smell so bad—And don't get me started on your skin! That jawline—"

"Ara, you know who this guy is?" Hazel interrupts her.

"Narcissus," Ara's eyes are fixed on him. "He's what some of my siblings wish they were." She grins, and her expression only means trouble. "Watch this..."

The girl dips her finger in the water distorting the surface. Narcissus tries to push her away, but he misses and only grazes her shoulder, too desperate to find his reflection again. Ara laughs and reaches out again, but Hazel stops her.

"Wait—What's going on here? Why did Echo bring us here?"

"Echo was a nymph like us," one of the fangirls replies with contempt. "A long time ago, but she was a total chatterbox! Gossiping, blah, blah, blah, all the time."

"A nymph?" Ara frowns. "So was I wrong to assume—"

"Ara, focus," Hazel prevents her from derailing.

Ara dusts off her hands, gets up, and looks around trying to find a solution. She can tell this crowd won't make it easy, they want the cute guy to stay. Leo takes her place next to Narcissus while the nymphs keep arguing with each other.

"So, Narcissus. What's up?"

"Could you move?" The young man says without looking up. "You're ruining the view."

Leo turns to Ara as if asking Can you believe this guy? then leans forward to inspect the celestial bronze lying at the bottom of the pond. Ara can't help but compare the young men: Next to Narcissus, her boyfriend is a run-of-the-mill dude, Narcissus's features are masculine and chiseled, while Leo's are ordinary and childish.

However, to her, Leo's are familiar and more human. The sunshine bounces off the water's surface and hits his face in a way that reminds her of their soul light, his curls are a mix of copper red and golden that resemble the colors of a campfire. Even while standing beside Narcissus, Leo still holds all of Ara's attention.

It doesn't take away from the fact that he's not placing boundaries on Hazel, so realizing how deeply in love she is, is only frightening her even more.

"Right, great view," Leo looks back at Narcissus. "Happy to move, but if you're not using it, could I just take that sheet of bronze?"

"No. I love him. He's so gorgeous."

Leo looks back at Ara and her only reply is a shrug. This is the bronze they ought to take, and the sun is already setting.

"Man," the boy tries again, this time annoyed. "You do realize that you're looking at yourself in the water, right?"

"I am so great," he reaches down to touch his reflection, then decides against it. "No, I can't make ripples. That ruins the image. Wow... I am so great."

"Yeah," Leo says through gritted teeth. "But if I took the bronze, you could still see yourself in the water. Or here..." he pulls out a little mirror from his tool belt. "I'll trade you."

"Hernán Cortés would be so proud of you," Ara murmurs. 

The boy looks up in outrage. "Ara, don't ever say that to me."

"Even you carry a picture of me?" Narcissus glances at the mirror before going back to the pond. "I don't blame you. I am gorgeous. Thank you." He grabs the small item and puts it aside. "But I already have a much better image. The color flatters me, don't you think?"

"I'm starting to suspect Narcissus isn't the brightest flower in the pond," Ara says sarcastically.

Echo sits beside the young man, hopelessly trying to make him look away for just a moment. Hazel pulls Leo and Ara for a private talk, and they gather away from the nymphs. Echo joins them sadly.

"Can't you just charmspeak him into giving us the piece?"

"Narcissus is too in love with himself to fall for my words. And the nymphs want him to stay, they won't listen to reason. But I got a sword and I know how to knock people unconscious?" Ara offers.

"Maybe that's our best bet. Nemesis was right," Hazel replies, almost as upset as Leo was a few minutes ago. "Some demigods can't change their nature. Narcissus is going to stay there until he dies again."

"No," Leo says with surprising determination.

"No," Echo repeats earnestly.

"We need that bronze," he presses. "If we take it away, it might give Narcissus a reason to snap out of it. Echo could have a chance to save him."

"A chance to save him," the nymph nods keenly.

"It could also make several dozen nymphs very angry with us," Hazel points out. "And Narcissus might still know how to shoot his bow."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Ara responds. "His arrows are brittle, and the string of his bow won't work properly, it's too old."

"How do you know that?" Hazel asks with surprise.

"Because I have eyes," she raises a brow. "And my friend Lily is an archer, I know how bows and arrows are supposed to look like when they're in good condition."

"Hazel," Leo continues, his eyes brightening. "Your power with precious metal—Can you just detect it, or can you actually summon it to you?"

"Sometimes I can summon it. I've never tried with a piece of Celestial bronze that big before," Hazel ponders. "I might be able to draw it to me through the earth, but I'd have to be fairly close. It would take a lot of concentration, and it wouldn't be fast."

"Be fast," Echo says excitedly.

Leo curses under his breath. He's got the broadest repertoire of bad words Ara has ever heard, and Michael tended to use pretty strong language on the daily.

"All right. We'll have to try something risky. Hazel, how about you try to summon the bronze from right here? Make it sink through the sand and tunnel over to you, then grab it and run for the ship."

"But Narcissus is looking at it all the time!"

"All the time," Echo pouts.

"That'll be my job," Leo makes a face. "Echo, Ara, and I will cause a distraction."

"Distraction?" Echo repeats.

"I'll explain," he assures her. "Are you willing?"

"Willing," the nymph nods.

"Doll?" He asks Ara making use of his cute puppy eyes.

It's not fair that he's got her wrapped around his finger like this. Usually, she's the one who makes others do stuff for her by pouting and being cute.

"Just tell us your plan," she sighs in defeat.

Next Chapter –>

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[madzapan]

behold: my Duergar Tav!!

as a short and stocky gal, I don't see enough short and stalky gal Tavs. come to think of it, I haven't seen any.

Behold: my wonderful grey dwarf girl, Isrid! She's an Assassin Rogue / Noble background.

Her family suffered a coup due to their excessive greed, and she's on the surface trying to scrape up enough gold to return and reclaim what's "rightfully hers." But she got yoinked onto a mindflayer ship, and now she's not so sure anymore about the Duergar creed of "strong enough to take = I should take."

(also she's in love with Lae'zel because Gith and Duergar are incredibly similar actually: once enslaved by mindflayers, lots of brutal and xenophobic stuff to unlearn, etc.)

I just think she's neat!

(more fun facts, if desired:)

I hc that Duergar use white tattoos to denote nobility - each line is an indication of wealth owned by a family

Her last name is Blackblade because we're edgy in this household

She has a soft spot for art & music because the Duergar cities of the Underdark are pretty joyless, generally

her "you're weak so you deserve to fail" mindset doesn't extend to kids. she likes kids - especially Mattis and Mol, who remind her of herself

Typical party is Lae'zel - Astarion - Shadowheart/Wyll

Her BFFS in camp are Wyll (polar opposite friend), Scratch (GOOD BOY), and Lae'zel (girlfriend)

Shart and Gale also really like her, though she likes Jaheira better than either of them. Minsc amuses her, and she likes Boo.

Karlach was in love with her and she had to say no thanks, but they eventually became friends afterward

She relates to Astarion's hunger for power and his rogue tendencies, but she doesn't trust him at all, because he reminds her of herself

that's all! I love her and I'll be sad when my first playthrough ends! headed for the Murder Tribunal soon >:)

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