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phntmeii · 9 months

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♡ Dating Aemond Targaryen Headcanons:

❝ I would not blind you. I plan to make a gift of it to my mother.❝

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: Honestly not shocked Aemond was voted high for headcanons lmao. I will say he was a bit tougher simply because he doesn't have many lines/screentime to base him on so it might be a bit OOC!!

⚔︎ Aemond's interest is something that would keep hidden to himself for a good while. He isn't one to want to show emotions especially ones that he could consider a weakness.

⚔︎ His interest in the beginning can be only seen through his silent watchful gaze across the hall toward you. It's piercing and intense that Aemond might not realize that it seems more threatening than affectionate honestly.

⚔︎ If you happened to find out, it's because one of his siblings found out first. Both of them CANNOT keep a secret for their LIFE and would embarrass him with (semi)good intentions.

⚔︎ If it's Aegon that found out, he found out because he recognizes such a stare from himself. He would immediately (probably drunkenly) approach you and try to wingman by asking you a slew of questions to get to know you then drop Aemond's name around the conversation.

⚔︎ "An interest in books? Eh. Not for me personally, my lady, but I can assure you that my brother cannot pull his head out of one."

⚔︎ If it's Helaena that found out, it's because Aemond told her in the hopes for advice and explicitly told her to keep it a secret. Cue her telling you the moment she next saw you casually.

⚔︎ "Aemond? Oh! He told me of how he dreams of you through the night, you know!”

⚔︎ ^ Sweet girl thought this wasn’t a big deal because she dreams vividly about people all the time.

⚔︎ Once the secret's out, he has no choice but to approach you. He keeps his head high and looks to you with the same intent stare. His voice is low as he confirms what has been said about him.

⚔︎ At the beginning, he is hesitant to initiate any affection. Due to his previous experiences with women at the hands of Aegon, he finds it difficult and becomes reclusive.

⚔︎ He'll mainly take you for walks and read beside you but keep quiet. He more so waits for you to initiate conversation and watches you.

⚔︎ He may seem annoyed or irritated but that's just his resting face. Everything you say is ingrained into his mind and whatever you express interest or like of is immediately logged for future reference.

⚔︎ Once physical contact is more accepted, he tries it more in a gentleman-like manner. Kissing the back of your hand each time you meet, offering his arm when you two walk together and more.

⚔︎ His favorite is admiring your face while his hand holds your cheek. It's almost as though he's trying to memorize each part like it was artwork.

⚔︎ He tries his best to impress you when possible. Aemond wants to prove himself to you and prove he's worthy of your affections.

⚔︎ Whether this be with his knowledge of history and philosophy, sparring, or some other skill of his, he wants to prove he is worth any of your attention.

⚔︎ Absolutely caters to you especially in public settings or events. Too overwhelmed? He’s guiding you out of the room to calm down. Someone is getting too pushy? He’s ready to defend you in a moment’s notice. Feeling ignored? His attention fully turns to you to entertain your conversations.

⚔︎ Aemond is also one to fully understand your boundaries to keep you comfortable. He would never want to push too far considering his own past regarding being pushed like that. Any requests you make of him will be fully honored by him.

⚔︎ Aemond does have quite the soft spot for you and strictly for you. Once comfortable with you, he can’t help but melt when you’re excited about something. He’d be studying his book for the day and once you come in with a newly-designed outfit, twirling around happily to show it off to him, he slowly breaks out into a warm smile and sets his book aside to give you his full loving gaze.

⚔︎ Aemond’s Main Love Languages to give are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

⚔︎ Aemond enjoys having your presence around him, finding it to be calming. At dinners, he sits right beside you and defaults to looking over at you to feel comfortable. Knowing you’re by his side soothes him.

⚔︎ He’ll also try and teach you any little thing about his personal interests just because he likes to share with you. This is even better if you also know about the subject matter! He gets very excited at the prospect of someone as knowledgeable as he is!

⚔︎ Aemond likes to give you daily reminders of how much he simply adores you. In fact, each time you two are getting ready in the morning, Aemond walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and telling you how stunning you look.

⚔︎ Aemond will make it his internal mission to ensure you never feel unloved or unappreciative. And if you have any insecurities? He’s spending every moment reminding you that you’re precious in every sense of the word.

⚔︎ “Darling, surely you are not here sulking when you are the perfect definition of beauty itself? I feel as though *I* am the one unworthy of being in your presence with such perfection.”

⚔︎ Aemond’s Favorite Love Languages to receive are: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation.

⚔︎ Both of these play a part in soothing his insecurities imo.

⚔︎ Obviously, while he feels losing his eye was worth the prize he claimed, it nevertheless makes him feel odd because he knows people are staring at him for it.

⚔︎ He wouldn’t wish to scare you with what his eye looks like which is why he covers it. But showing his scarred eye love and appreciation with gentle touches and kisses as well as endless praise, he’s looking up at you with sparkling puppy dog eyes.

⚔︎ “You truly believe… I am worthy of such affections? …Are you sure?”

⚔︎ While Aemond can maintain his stoicism in public settings, in private, he can’t help but want your gentle touch and complimentary words. It becomes a craving of whenever you’re in his presence.

⚔︎ This craving can cause him to unintentionally grow possessive and overprotective. He sees himself as your personal protector and he would rather die than fail to protect you in any manner.

⚔︎ Aemond may shoot threatening glares or bluntly insult other people if he feels they grow too “familiar” with you. Aegon would tease him for looming over you all the time which Aemond will insist is for your protection. (You were just walking to the privy.)

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

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schrodinger-swriter · 3 months

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Hello! I just saw your fluff alphabet and would like to request A, I, K, O, P, Q, and U for Sir Pentious. Thank you! :)

I, K, O, P, Q, and U for Sir Pentious

You can find A in the previous alphabet post for Sir Pentious, I hope you don't mind not having it all in one post!

I hope you enjoy this, Anon C:

INJURY:

He would cope.. not very well if you were to get hurt. Given that it was hell that was a likely probability. He often sends one, or even up to three, of his egg boiz with you to keep an eye on you when he isn't around. He may even scold his eggs for allowing you to get hurt, no matter how unfair it would be. He would fret over you, treating the most basic injury as if it were a death sentence. You will more than likely have to tell him that you're not dying, and that he needs to calm down... just a little bit... If he were the one injured, I can see him trying to walk it off in the beginning... but seeing the attention he's getting from you, he might try to milk it.. just a tad. He won't ask you to do every little thing for him or overplay some of the pain, but he will definitely ask for more affection than usual!

KISSES:

He loves taking your hand and kissing it, likely dipping down as he does it to really push the dramatics. He loves kissing you on the mouth, too. Short pecks, long kisses, anything in the middle, he loves it. Going into the relationship he didn't think he had a preference of where he was kissed, but he quickly learns that he loves receiving kisses on his cheeks. Please give him a peck before you go out to do something, his hood will fan out in an instant as a grin tugs itself over his face.

ODDITY:

Everything. He's a creative and an inventor, it's kind of in the job description to be at least a little odd! He will approach you in excitement as he rattles off about an idea for a new invention he's come up with (and also, to seek for your approval if it's not meant to be a surprise for you..)

Sometimes he will go on a tangent about an invention and the skills needed for it, which might lead to him having to explain those smaller details.. has a habit of sometimes overexplaining or underexplaining.. he doesn't mean to, he's just so excited and is a little all over the place as he doesn't get much of a chance to ramble to someone about this interest of his!

He has a habit of tugging on his hood when he's embarrassed or stressed, sometimes even pulling it over his face if he's feeling particularly flustered.

PETNAMES:

"My Darling," "My Dear," "My Love," and above all else, he calls you his Beloved. He almost completely replaces your name with them when you two fully establish your relationship, only reserving your actual name for rare occasion.

As for what he likes being called... Naturally, he has a soft spot for terms of endearment from his time, but I think he would be just as ecstatic if you called him anything sweet. I like to believe he likes to be called "Sweetheart," or any variation of the "Sweet___" nicknames!

QUESTION:

Hmm... this one is a hard one... but I think sometimes he would ask for reassurance. Not just that you still love him, but to confirm things about you. Totally not because he's making something for you... and he wants you to confirm a hype specific question of what your favorite color is down to the pantone code or something along those lines... heh..

I think at some point within the series, depending on where it is in the timeline he might start asking you if you believe it's possible to ascend to Heaven after being sent to Hell. Things about the quickly approaching extermination. A lot of those questions turn into promises of victory.

UPSET:

When Sir Pentious is upset he tends to seek you out, whether he be angry or sad or stressed. He finds comfort in you, and spending time with you is by far the best stress relief for him than anything else in Hell. Usually, to cheer him up you two just talk or do an activity together! Though if he's feeling worse than usual, he might have himself sit alone in his room for a while.. this is more common before the relationship/within the early stages of it.

If you're the one upset he's going to try his best to make you feel better. Making quick inventions to bring a smile to your face, letting you vent to him.. and perhaps, if someone upset you he would try to confront them... that... usually doesn't end in his favor, leaving him bloody and bruised... but hey if he can survive getting blasted into the sky by Alastor, then he can survive most anything!

May send one of his egg boiz to keep an eye on you and/or check in on you if you're upset with him. Being apart is killing him inside, and he feels so so bad. He's already doing way more than he needs to in order to win over your forgiveness. He will grovel, too.

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stinalotte · 10 months

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Season 5, Episode 6: The Shrine

I said I had to gather my thoughts before I would be able to write something coherent. I still don't know if I can do it justice. It's weird, but I hesitate to call The Shrine my favorite episode because it's so devastating. It's very shippy, it has phenomenal acting from everyone, the story is heartbreaking, it should be perfect - but it just hurts so much. If this is my favorite episode, what kind of masochist am I? (Don't answer that, that was rethorical.)

I'm placing this under a cut because this is gonna be long.

The cold open on this one is just brutal. Rodney is already pretty far gone, and he calls himself "Mr Rodney McKay" instead of Dr, because "doctors are smart, and he's not smart anymore". To know what's happening to you, to slowly lose your mental capabilities and to be able to still process what's happening, that's cruel. And then he's calling for John, and that's when I had to pause the video for the first time because the tears were already coming. The title sequence hadn't even started.

Fuck.

I lost my grandmother to Alzheimer's a couple years ago. She had a slow and steady decline and thankfully, it was one of those cases where she just forgot more and more, but without the mental anguish. She wasn't panicking, or aggressive, or even agitated. Just a smiling, sweet old lady, who in the end didn't remember how to sit or eat or breathe. When she died, I couldn't cry. I was too busy consoling my mother and aunt at the funeral. The first time I cried was when I rewatched The Shrine, years later. It just shook something loose in me. It's also the point where I decided that if I ever got diagnosed, and was still in a state to do something about it, I would end my life on my terms. I'm not putting anyone through that.

I remember Kate Hewlett saying in an interview that a lot of people on set where crying during those scenes because they had family members with dementia, and that she had to leave the room at one point because it hit close to home for her too.

At first I thought it was mean that everyone was like, "Yeah I realized something was wrong when Rodney was being nice to everyone", but then I thought, no, that's actually a good point. Because his friends were uncomfortable with alternate universe Rod (who was too suave and cool) and they're uncomfortable with a Rodney who is uncharacteristically nice. They love him as he is, not a polished version.

I know everyone is giving Dr Keller shit for not wanting to try the Shrine, but I really think it's because she's a doctor. I work with doctors, and almost weekly I have discussions about respecting a patient's advanced directive. I've had a doctor wanting to install a gastric tube in a patient who was at the end of their life. We had the advanced directive that CLEARLY stated they didn't want that. When I confronted the doctor, she was almost angry. "But they will starve! I can't let them starve!" Yes, you can, and you will, and you have to. The hardest thing for a medical doctor is to have to sit back and not be allowed to do something that might help the patient. I think that where she's coming from. There are treatments to be tried, and if Rodney is taken to the Shrine, all those other options stop. I still think she was wrong and I don't like her approach, but I think it's an explanation why she was acting the way she was.

And then we have Rodney running to John's room in the middle of the night because of course that is the first and only place he'd go. It hurt to watch him be so frantic and desperate. And John is right there for him, grounding him, telling him, I'm not going anywhere.

Beer On The Pier. Yes, you have to write it like that because this scene is a fixed point in time and a goddamn cornerstone of this ship.

Rodney, knowing this is probably the last night he'll be this lucid, wants to say goodbye. And John doesn't let him. Because Rodney's stuck with him until the end. He's not going to turn away, no matter how ugly it's going to get. The very thought of saying goodbye is so foreign to John that he doesn't even want to discuss it. "That's final."

(Also, just for aesthetics alone, the night shots of the city are beautiful.)

I'm trying to be a bit less rambly, but what can you do when you have this masterpiece of an episode?

In the cave, when Rodney is intense pain, John has his arm around him the whole time and doesn't let go until he is himself again.

I love how everyone is so caring and surrounds him with love.

And ugh, the surgery - with fucking power tools. Barbaric. But necessary. But man, to hold your friend's head in your hands, holding him still, while a literal drill is going into his skull? I'd have passed out.

The only tiny little thing that was a bit jarring was Rodney's confession to Jennifer at the end, and just because for me, it came a bit out of left field. But I am nothing if not good at ignoring things that I don't like, so I'll just refer to fanfics that fix this. No harm done.

And finally.

David Ian Hewlett.

Holy fuck, dude.

HOW are you not buried under a shitload of Emmys? How is there not a whole wing of your house dedicated to housing the tons of awards you should have gotten for this? (I know he did get quite a few, but I'm talking custom built shelves in at least four rooms. Minimum.)

Everyone brought their A game acting wise, but this guy knocked it out of the park. It was heartbreaking, moving, extremely believable, and just jaw-dropping. David is, in my opinion, one of the best, if not the best actor of the franchise, and I don't say that lightly. I have a massive crush on Joe Flanigan and he's great, same with Amanda Tapping, but David is just fantastic.

So yeah. There you have it. My very concise, totally normal opinion of this episode. I doubt anyone reads all of this, but hey, this is my tumblr and I do what I want.

If you did indeed sit through all of this, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Feel free to tag or reply or add stuff.

#stargate atlantis #john sheppard #rodney mckay #mcshep #it feels wrong to tag this disaster husbands because that's ususally so lighthearted #episode 5x06: The Shrine #thoughts and opinions™️

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dukeoftheblackstar · 8 months

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Favourite Star Wars fic?

Oh dear, dear, this is a toughie ;/////////////////;

These are just some and are not in at all order except for the first three because those ones are very close to heart. Give them a read and a follow ♥ You wouldn't be disappointed!

I haven't read many yet since I stopped doing binge reads due to my eyes, but I might get in on that train again soon ♥

Name and Soul by Decepticonsensual will takes the lead because oh my god did this fuck me up in more ways than one with fluff and angst. It's in complete, but I will die on the hill this fic was written on.

Sheep Song by @syn0vial takes second because I need this in my life, okay? Psych horror between current and young Boba with Jango in the mix full of the unknown? Beautifully written that it takes you to the same journey as Boba's.

White All Over by @padmestrilogy is a fic/blog I came across by accident and nearly paid no mind because there was just one post or like not even a full page at the time. This is by far an in-depth POV fic from Jango's eyes mid-clone creation. All applause for this fic.

The Tiniest Councilor by Quiet_Shadow is one I read almost so many damn times because of how cute and fluffy it is. This is my ultimate comfort fic because Plo plus younglings while in a council meeting is more than enough to give comfort to my constantly bleeding heart.

Finish What You Start by @sinisterexaggerator I don't think I need to explain why I love this so much but Hondo silly dancing before you some really saucy stuff and him being overly all perfect and portrayed with such precision? B L I S S, I tell you.

Sovereign by @tits-fisto fills my stupid PloKitHeart with so much contentment and satisfaction, I have not read anything better in terms of PloKit fics. Sovereign is indeed Sovereign.

You Came, You Called by @toomanybandstocare is a fic very close to heart and is very personal to me. If you need comfort in times of dealing with really heavy shit, read this.

Nightshift by @wolffegirlsunite is the fic that broke me so damn much I literally wept for days to weeks because this is just pure, unadulterated, lost-love angst that has been my death. Still my favorite Fox x Reader fic of all time. All. Time.

The Merc and the Moon by @eyecandyeoz Darth Fett is my hidden ship that I am still so beyond grateful to have been accepted, embraced, and materialized with such glorious, glorious manner of writing and art that I am ready to just die for Candy (author), really.

Boba Has Baby’s First Identity Crisis & Jango Plays Hungry Hungry Hypocrite by @yellowocaballero This is such a fun shit!boy Boba read that if you're ever having a bad day, please. Do yourself a favor and read this because this has me on a wholesome hold ♥

The Hype by @blueink-bluesoul I'm not even gonna say something about this because I delayed this for so long because the sheer amount of FILTH in this fic is gonna make you thirstier than a bitch in a desert <: But I just wanna also say the skill on now making this fic cluttered with so many characters just blows my mind. And the amount of dick pleasure in this fic is enough to serve as balm to a weary soul.

[Ploffe] Plo Koon & Wolffe Friendship Fic by @wild-karrde is another comfort fic of mine that is s wholesome and such a warm read every time I go through my bookmarks of 'in case to read for duchii depresso' ♥

#♝#dukeoftheblackstar answers #♝-answers #ρℓσ∂υ¢н-recommends #fic recommends #these are just some i really really adore rereading #there's more but i hope these are enough for now :)#also i know you said fic #but i couldn't help but list a lot #;//////;

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 2 years

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Episodes 3 and 4 of VA reaction

These parts will be divided into Show only non-spoiler as much as I can and the latter part discussing with memories from the book that won't be a spoiler or in spoiler territory:

First for the show only people: - Definitely better than the first two (and I hope this means the end for the friends with benefits with Mason relationship but I highly doubt it knowing Julie Plec and her love triangles from Vampire Diaries).

- Episode 4 was definitely my favorite one. I hope this means the episodes will get better as we go along but I will be skeptically optimistic.

-Okay so my inner thoughts were correct in that they definitely moved up the events of Frostbite and Shadow kiss. Some parts I will admit were done nicely, but it would have been better if there was an indication of how much time would have passed. The only reason I know a lot of time has passed was because of my memories of the book which happened much more naturally compared to what we see in the show. And for that I am scared that for show only fans the gradual Romitri scenes that are now emerging may also feel rushed because we have no indication of how long the time skip is between each episode or sometimes among the events that take place. To any show only fans currently reading this, please know that several months have passed and that in the books the events that you see have a longer period of time, so the progression was much more natural.

-Okay so from what I'm sensing, Tatiana Vogel seems to be a new character because from what I remember the religion practiced was Russian Orthodox or Eastern Orthodox Christianity and last time I checked there were no priestesses. Why do I suspect that she's going to be the Tasha Ozera stand in for a potential love triangle with one of our ships (I won't mention which).

-Viktor Dashkov being gay now finally explains why he has adopted daughters but I still wish that J and M didn't force Mia and Sonya to be siblings. Not because I don't like family dynamics but a world is supposed to be that - A WORLD. You're not related to everyone, nor do you know everyone, it's almost as if it might become another Once Upon a Time convoluted family tree because if you find the connections somebody at the very least dated or is related to someone else in Story Brook (one of my least favorite things but to keep it within topic).

-Possibly controversial take: Mikhail and Sonya definitely earned that sex scene in episode 4. Out of all the romances so far, theirs is the one that earned on - screen intimacy. How will Mikhail react to Sonya's darkness and will she or won't she do the same thing she did in the books - I don't know but now I'm much more invested ngl.

-YES Dragozera not being forced to do kissing scenes because they definitely have not earned it yet. Don't get me wrong I'm also still rooting for them but before this point, any make out scenes they've had didn't feel earned.

-YES Christian and Rose scenes, and Christian and Dimitri scenes. I APPROVE OF DEVELOPING FRIENDSHIPS! And I'll be honest I like how they made both the characters and the audience question if Strigoi really were the unfeeling monsters they are. The Christian and Dimitri scene was my favorite non-Rose or non-Lissa scene so far.

-And it seems that my theory of the forced sexual relationship between Rose and Mason to show how shallow it is seems to be proving right. AND YES I KNOW THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BE THE NEAR EQUIVALENT OF HIGHSCHOOL TEENAGERS WHO ARE ABOVE LEGAL AGE SO OF COURSE THEY ARE GOING TO BE STUPID IN RELATIONSHIPS! But here we see exactly why in the long term, they wouldn't have worked out. For all the flirting, competitiveness and hooking up they've been doing (which I think is more of a blow off some steam casual thing rather than the meaningful love making kind) while there is still care and affection for each other it's not really a healthy kind of relationship. Mason was right in saying that Rose puts in little to no effort to actually get to know Mason beyond what she needs to the point wherein she sometimes forgets that he has a life beyond her. But Rose was also right in telling Dimitri and the other Guardians what happened because she was so concerned for Mason only for him out of jealousy to misinterpret that as only being for selfish reasons. Mason also neglects to see the genuine growth Rose has made ever since Dimitri came into Rose's life and that she really isn't the same reckless person who just throws away the rules which was made to protect Lissa.

-AND OMG ROMITRI YES I LOVE IT! Okay credit where credit is due, they did improve on how the Mentor - Mentee relationship started, but I really wish we also got to see them go through it. In the books there is a deliberate structure to Rose's routine that shows how long it was and what she and Dimitri actually do (which I wish they explained it more because for show only fans they wouldn't pick up why running is so important). BUT OMG THE DANCE IN THE CLUB, THE BENCHMARK TRAP FIGHT FROM SHADOW KISSED, THEIR LAST CONVERSATION DISCUSSING HOW WHAT ROZA DID WAS BRAVE OMG!

(Don't rush it please I'm just expressing my excitement and titilation)

-Speaking of OMG moments, JANINE HATHAWAY DID NOT GET ENOUGH TIME! This is going to sound redundant but in the books she had much more impact with how Rose thought about her life choices to the point wherein she even encouraged Dimitri to take a certain offer (not spoiling it for show peeps). But in the show it seems like it was more of a soundboard just for Rose to rebel. Don't get me wrong she still talks back in the books but there was a genuine mutual exchange (albeit with very estranged and hurtful words) whereas with the show it seems like she is just rebelling (I'm not sure if I'm even making enough sense so far);

-Viktor becoming spirit bound is a twist that I like and it would actually prove useful for him to gaining insight on what Rose and Lissa's bond could be like and why he knows that it exists and they have it.

-Minor pet peeve - why did they change Dimitri's friend from Ivan to Alexei? Is there another Ivan character that we will eventually meet?

Okay and now for fellow book readers: A discussion/ramble

-The Jesse Zeklos in the show seems to be the most likely candidate to turn strigoi based on what his reactions to them and to even the idea of it is. In his last sex scene with silver it's almost as if he was contemplating what would happen if he did turn strigoi and how it would actually feel like. On one hand if they are going this route then I don't mind he's a dick, but I'm also not sure because the big strigoi twist is for Dimitri. Like that is the whole point of the last 3 books, especially Blood Promise. I hope they don't replace this Dimitri twist with something else because my gosh was it well done in the books.

-On the one hand I do understand why they want to keep Mason around longer because a love triangle is almost always more entertaining (in the perspectives of the writers because how the fuck else are they going to think). But him not dying when they have moved up the events from Frostbite makes it feel wierdly missing because although book Rose did not intend to use him, he still followed her exactly because of his crush on her and that is the guilt that shapes and follows her for the rest of the series. TV Rose and Mason however have had a sexual relationship and if my theory proves to be true, he is needed longer to act as a foil to the Romitri relationship. And I can't believe I'm saying this but we already have Adrian Ivashkov for that. And I would argue that Adrian is an almost better foil for the Romitri relationship because on paper Adrian could give everything Rose may want except for being Dimitri or Lissa. He could give her money, life's comforts and if she wanted, he could even give her a baby dhampir and he would be cool with it (at the time of the main series, by the end we know that Dimitri is capable of making Roza his baby mommy). He however has his own set of issues. What I'm saying is if they really wanted the love triangle aspect and if this show gets a season 2 then I can't wait for Adrian to show up (and end up eventually with Sydney).

That's all I have in mind folks btw @rinadragomir what's your rating for Kieran's "Roza"?

#va #vampire academy #vampire academy tv series #vampire academy television series #vampire academy 2022 #peacock #vampire academy spoilers

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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An Inconvenient Affection [Chapter 5]

Summary: When a couples’ therapist is suspected of murdering his own patients, Y/N and Spencer must go undercover as a feuding married couple to draw him out.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer take some of Dr. Harris' advice to heart.

A/N: Things get a little spicy... I hope ya'll enjoy! Please leave a comment or tag or message if you enjoy this one, I'm loving all of your feedback so far, I'm so lucky ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Friends to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst

Warnings: NSFW language, sexual themes, language, mentions of stalking & infidelity, heavy petting.

Word Count: 4.4k

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“And is the rest of the team busy?” she absentmindedly asks as she surveys the grocery store shelves, throwing items into her basket.

“Yeah, there’s a particularly nasty arsonist in Texas, he’s keeping them on their toes” Garcia pipes through the speaker.

“And are they lost without us?” Y/N asks in a faux-wistful tone, and she’s met with a giggle.

“Well, they’re getting through it, but it’s not the same without you. Or my favorite little genius! How is he by the way?”

“Good, good, he’s still asleep back at the apartment” she catches herself smiling at the very thought of it, of the perfect picture she’d left. His gentle features as they rested on the pillow, his hair an unruly but endearing halo around his head. He was far too peaceful to disturb, so she ran the mornings errands alone.

“On the couch or….” she can almost hear the way Garcia’s eyebrows wiggle as she speaks.

“In the bed, actually” she says it with a sort of giddy pride, “Has been for the past while” she winces a little at the hollering that follows.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“What?” it’s nonchalant, like she doesn’t know exactly why Garcia’s reacting this way.

“You little— I can’t believe you! Who’s the big spoon and who’s the little spoon? Wait, is he a cuddler?”

The barrage of questions stops her in her tracks, and she realizes she’s got no answers, as much as she might want them, so she plays it off with a laugh instead of letting her real feelings bubble to the surface.

“There are no spoons Pen, it’s just because the couch is so uncomfortable, this is the only real long-term sleeping arrangement that’ll work” and it’s mostly the truth.

“Only long term-sleeping arrangement my ass” she mocks, “You’re loving it! And I bet he’s loving it too, I refuse to believe there’s been no cuddling”

“Well there hasn’t!” she defends herself, only to remember what has happened, “There’s been some kissing though…” this time she pulls the phone away from her ear fully to prepare for the hysterics.

“And you’re only telling me this now?!” she hears Garcia’s voice clear from a few inches away before bringing the phone back to her ear.

“Well, it’s not what you’re thinking, it was just prep for the case. Y’know, didn’t want to get caught off guard down the line”

The other end of the phone is silent for a little too long before there’s a quiet but resolute, “Bullshit.”

“No it’s not!”

“That is absolute and unequivocal, bullshit.” as serious as she tries to seem, Y/N can almost see the smile playing at the corners of Garcia’s mouth, “How was it?”

The question catches her off guard and she has to try and formulate a response that’s not just ‘perfect’.

“It was good, I guess? I mean— a little awkward, obviously. But we’re being professional about it.”

Which was true, there’d been a little strangeness the following morning. Waking up next to Spencer was something she’d experienced before. But waking up next to Spencer after she’d finally gotten to kiss him was something entirely different. When she looked at his perfect plump pout in the warm light streaming in through the curtains, she didn’t have to imagine how it would feel against her. Now she knew. She hadn’t decided if it was worse or better yet.

They didn’t really talk about it either, they just let it hang in the air, unspoken, and tried to establish some version of a routine throughout the rest of the week. But for better or worse, that routine didn’t feature any more kissing.

“I’m sure it was better than just ‘good’, tell me!” it’s not even a question, it’s a demand this time.

“Fine! It was fucking unbelievable, okay? I’ve been thinking about it every other minute for days now, and he obviously hasn’t, so, I don’t know” she rushes, letting out a dramatic sigh the second the words leave her chest.

“You don’t know that” Garcia’s tone is quick to change, comforting her friend from a distance as best as she can.

“I don’t know, I think I do. But it’s fine, I’ll be fine. We’re still friends, and I’m happy with that too” she tries to reassure herself with the words too, “I actually have to get going, but we can talk again soon, okay?”

“Okay,” Garcia caves, “Give Spencer my love”

— — —

In spite of the slight awkwardness they fell into a routine quickly. One or both of them would make breakfast together in the mornings, Spencer would go and work in the local University most days, only for a few hours here and there to keep up appearances. They both knew he wasn’t really the one being watched.

She had a sixth sense for it already. She could generally feel if he was outside the bar, watching her from his parking spot across the street. He never came in, at least he hadn’t yet, instead he would just watch, sometimes waiting for her to leave for the night, other times he’d be gone by the time she’d start walking home. She’d be able to feel his eyes as they followed her, imagining the click of his camera anytime she did anything he disagreed with. Which hadn’t been very often.

It’s a quiet evening in the bar when she first decides to taunt him. Walking outside for a few moments while she was on her break, stuffing her hands in her pockets to protect them from the cold, but still savoring the fresh night air. She was only alone for a minute before an opportunity presented itself. A tall, broad shouldered, brunette, came out the front door and lit up a cigarette as he stood next to her.

“You want one?” he asks, his voice smooth and practiced, but she shakes her head out of habit.

“Sorry, I don’t smoke” she shrugs, but he clicks his tongue and lets out a sigh.

“Well damn, I saw you coming out here and thought that might be my in” he jokingly scolds himself.

“Your in?” she turns to face him as she speaks then, leaning in a little too close on purpose, in direct sight of the grey sedan across the street.

“Mhmm, I’ve been watching you all night, but then again, I think that could be said for every guy in there” he leans in then too, smirking as he speaks with a well tested charm. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it, but something about it felt so ingenuine. Nothing like the way Spencer complimented her. He would always trip over his words in a way that was all too adorable. But that wasn’t the point. She was working the case right now.

“And yet you’re the lucky one who followed me out here” she teases him, taking her hand out of her pocket and touching his forearm gently. The physical contact would probably drive Dr. Harris insane.

He looks down at her with half-lidded eyes, but she can’t bring herself to go any further just yet.

“But—” she starts, “I’m the unlucky one who’s gotta get back to work”

He rolls his eyes playfully as she starts to move away again, reaching out to grab her wrist gently before she can go.

“Here” balancing his cigarette in his mouth he fishes a card out of his pocket with his free hand, “call me sometime”

She holds the card tentatively between her fingers, stifling a smile as she reads it, “Maybe I will—John?” he nods

“Y/N” she returns the gesture and he smiles.

“Call me sometime, Y/N”

— — —

Spencer’s less nervous for this session, now that he knows he can do a somewhat convincing job, his stress levels aren’t at an all time high. Until Dr. Harris opens his mouth to ask his very first question of the session.

“I think we should start off today by talking about your sex life, would you mind telling me about it?” he leans back in his chair as he speaks, calm and considered. Spencer on the other hand freezes entirely.

They’d discussed it before, and he had an eidetic memory, but for some reason he’s drawing a blank, something that’s pretty much never happened to him before in his life.

“Have you had sex at all recently?” he probes further when he’s only met by Spencer’s awkward, and somewhat stunned, silence.

“Well—um, no?” he manages to squeak out.

Dr. Harris thinks on it for a moment, jotting something down before he speaks again.

“It’s important to make time for that, maintaining a physical connection is hard work, on both ends.” he pauses before turning to Y/N, “You’ve mentioned that this infidelity is primarily sexual, rather than emotional, is your husband satisfying you?”

It takes everything Spencer has to stop his eyes bulging out of his head as he turns to face her too, but she looks calm, of course she does.

“Yes, well— early on in our relationship at least. The sex was non-stop.” Spencer has to gulp down the lump in his throat at the very thought, suppressing any images that tried to form in his head, he has to concentrate. “But y’know, things happen, people get busy, we grow tired of things that used to excite us.”

“Well, which one is it, did you get busy, or did you get bored?” Dr. Harris is quick to interject, his words laced with a little more malice than he probably realizes.

“Can it not be a little of both?” she asks, dodging the question with a practiced nonchalance that made the therapists jaw clench.

“Well it seems to me like you’ve got plenty of time for other men, so I don’t know that your schedule seems to be the issue.” he snaps, and Y/N seems caught off guard by the aggression, fumbling for some sort of answer, so Spencer finally steps in.

“I was the one who was busy. I was taking on more hours in work and I just wasn’t around as much I guess. I’ve cut back down so that I can be around now. I know these problems aren’t always one sided.” he glances over a Y/N with a sort of pleading look and she returns it with a soft smile.

“So, when was the last time the two of you were intimate?” he interrogates again, and Spencer’s mind drifts to their kiss the week before, and how it made him feel electric. But he brushes that away.

“3 months ago now” he says, toying with the ring on his finger, spinning it gently.

“That’s an awfully long time, don’t you think?” Dr. Harris weighs in, before turning his attention back to Y/N again, “Especially for poor Spencer over here, you were still getting your needs met.”

“I’m sorry” is all she says, instead of going on the defensive, he seems to accept the gesture. But it doesn’t seem to bother him that the apology is directed at him rather than Spencer.

“Maybe you two should make time for it, as soon as possible. Sexuality is an important part of a relationship and you both have to be willing to work at all aspects if you want to change anything in your marriage”

— — —

“I didn’t even go overboard and he still went for it, this guy’s got an unbelievably short fuse” she contemplates, sitting next to Spencer on the sofa, her legs outstretched along his lap.

“W-What did you do?” he asks, now that the opportunity finally presented itself. He wanted to know what her version of flirting looked like, if it at all resembled the way she handled him, but he also didn’t want to torture himself with those ideas either.

“Like… how did I flirt with him?” she clarifies, and he’s unable to meet her gaze, instead fiddling with the string of the tea-bag that hung from the side of his mug, but he nods all the same.

“Nothing really, I don’t know, the usual I guess?” she thinks on it herself before she has an idea, pulling her legs back from him so she can tuck them neatly under herself and lean forward, inching slowly further into Spencer’s personal space.

“I laughed at his silly jokes,” she smiles, reaching a hand out and laying it softly on his forearm before giving it a short squeeze, “I touched his arm,”. He glances down at her hand and the way it rest against his bare skin, a gesture she’d made a million times before, but it had never stalled his breath quite this hard. When he returns his gaze to hers at last, her eyes are half-lidded and almost dazed before she speaks again, “And I gave him the eyes” she coos, sultry but sweet, with a flutter of her eyelashes. And he can’t hold contact for more than a second before he has to look away.

He almost chokes on his next words as she moves her hand away from him again. “Did— do you like him? This guy from the bar?” he returns his attention to his empty mug rather than look at her and find an honest answer he didn’t really want.

“John? No, he’s not really my type. I don’t really go for that ‘smooth talking’ kind of guy” she says with a shake of her head. Maybe there was a time in her life that she would’ve enjoyed attention from a man like that, but her tastes had changed. She was spoilt now, something about the way Spencer would ask her to hang out early on, even just as friends, was so endearing. The shyness in his words, the restlessness in his stance when he would ask her something as simple as ‘want to go see a movie?’.

“Really?” he asks, daring to make eye contact once again.

“Yeah, I don’t buy it. I don’t trust people that aren’t nervous asking someone out. It’s terrifying, especially when you really like the person, y’know?”

In spite of the fact that every date he’d ever gone on had been arranged by someone else, he absolutely did know the feeling. The adrenaline that flooded his system anytime he’d asked Y/N to hang out outside of work. She still made him nervous now, but he felt comfortable with her at the very same time, it was a contradiction he wasn’t sure he minded.

Spencer tries to hide his little frown as she stands up off the sofa, collecting their mugs and plates from the coffee table. Another contradiction of his new life was how much he both loved and dreaded bedtime.

Like a bold child he tried to stave it off as long as he could each evening, all but demanding they watch another episode of something, or just talk on the couch for a little longer. But she could see through him and his waning energy, sending him to bed when she knew he needed the rest. But he lived in fear of just how much he enjoyed it, the presence of her in the bed next to him, the therapeutic rhythm of her breathing as she drifted off to sleep before him each night.

“Go!” she giggles, nodding her head in the direction of their bedroom, and his lips drift up in a small, lazy smile.

“Fine” he sighs, relaxing into his night-time routine with ease, changing into his pajamas, brushing his teeth, removing his contacts just to replace them with his glasses in the hopes of getting a little reading done before bed.

When he walks out of the adjoining bathroom he sees her standing in the large bedroom window, the orange of the streetlights flooding in and illuminating her perfectly as she beckons him over. When he gets close enough, she reaches her arms up and wrap them around his neck, pulling him down slightly so that she can whisper in his ear.

“We’re being watched” it comes out as a breath against the shell of his ear, some part of it serious, some part of it playful, but all he can concentrate on is the way her proximity makes all of the hairs on his neck stand on end.

He knows better than to look out the window immediately, but he knows he’d find that same grey sedan parked across the street, staring into their bedroom, able to make out their shapes in the window.

Before he can ask how to proceed, her lips are on his neck, starting right below his ear and drifting across his jaw.

“W-What are— uh— what are you doing?” he manages to squeak out, his hands still firmly rooted at his sides, lingering, waiting for instruction.

“I’ve got a plan, you can say no, or stop anytime you want, okay?” she says against his ear once again. And his throat feels even more dry than it had just 5 seconds earlier.

“O-okay. What— um— what is it?”

“We’re going to pretend that we’re having sex.” she sort of giggles as she says it, probably at the way she can feel Spencer gulping down the lump in his throat.

“So he can see?! Are you insane!?” he rushes out in a harsh whisper, as if Dr. Harris can hear them from his position across the street.

She pulls back to look at him, his bottom lip tucked nervously between his teeth, his hands awkwardly fidgeting at his sides. So she reaches up to hold his head gently in her hands, her thumbs grazing delicately over his cheekbones.

“We’ll get under the covers, and our clothes will stay on. It’s just to make him think that’s what he’s seeing. That we’re taking his advice and we want to get better.”

His heart is absolutely rioting in his chest, he knows this will only spell bad things for him. Fake or not his neck was still tingling where her lips had pressed against it moments earlier. But he just couldn't fight his other instincts, the ones that wanted to be near her, to feel her, to touch her, in any way they could. So he nods in her gentle grip, and her mouth curves up in a smile.

“Lay down” she instructs him, and so he does. Taking his place in the centre of the bed, head nestled amongst the pillows. He took a quick peek out the window opposite the bed and caught a glimpse of the car that was watching him right back. But then Y/N crawled onto the bed too, obstructing his view both literally and figuratively. Because how was he supposed to concentrate on anything at all when she was sitting in his lap in nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top.

Once she pulls the covers over them she leans in and nestles her head into the croook of his neck, placing more featherlight kisses along the delicate skin, lingering on his fluttering pulse point.

“Is this alright?” she whispers up at him and he can do nothing but sigh a gentle. “uh huh”

When she sits up again to look down at him he feels strange, like his face must be giving him away. Was his expression as tragically love-sick as he felt in that moment? But she just lets out a small laugh.

“You look so young with those glasses on” she smiles down at him, and he’s quick to mumble out a reply.

“Oh— sorry, I can take them off if—”

“No” she cuts him off, “I like them” she assures him, and something about her tone relaxes him, makes him feel a little less strange about this whole thing.

“I’m going to start moving now” she warns, and he takes in a deep breath. She settles somewhere on his lower stomach to avoid grinding her hips right against his, and he’s beyond grateful for the strategic placement.

“I’m just going to pretend like I’m riding you, no big deal, totally normal. Friends do this all the time” she rambles out with an awkward chuckle that seems to be for her own benefit more than for Spencers. But he doesn’t have time to think about why before her hips start to move.

Starting slow, grinding against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, splaying her hands flat against his chest for stability, he prayed that she couldn’t feel the erratic pounding of his heart against her fingertips, but he was kidding himself.

“Y’know what?” she giggles, “This must be how actors feel? Pretending to have sex with someone while people are watching.”

Spencer doesn’t want to say it, but this isn’t like that at all. Not to him anyway. For one thing no one was really watching, not it any kind of present way. He could barely remember the man outside the apartment the second her lips ghosted over his skin. This was so much worse than what actors went through, but she was really playing the part.

“You’re loving this— teasing me” he manages to get out, he says it with a sort of laugh, like it’s just a joke, like there’s no truth to it. And she giggles in response.

“You just make it so easy” she says before letting her head fall backward, exposing her perfect throat to him as she let out a soft but loud moan, as though the car across the street would somehow be able to hear it. But only Spencer could, and it made the heat bloom in his cheeks, and his chest, and he knew he had to change something before the blood rushed anywhere else.

“W- Wait! I think he should see me” he stutters out, “Just in case the thinks you’re with some other guy in here right now?”

It’s not a stretch per-se, but it’s the best he could think of, given how little of his brain was still functional at this moment. At least he would have some element of control if the roles were reversed.

“That’s a good idea” she leans down to whisper it like she’s talking dirty rather than strategizing. But the tone of her voice still makes him weak.

They maneuver around each other, until Spencer is the one on top. And while he knows he can hide his impeding erection better this way, he also realizes his fatal flaw instantly. From this angle he can do nothing but look down at her. Her perfect grin, her hair against the pillow, her devious eyes.

Kneeling down in front of her he wasn’t really sure how to proceed. He’d managed to avoid touching her so far, opting to keep his hands balled up at his sides for fear of where they might roam if he let them. But she kept her legs shut as a taunt, he could tell as much from her expression, from her delight at his fumbling around.

“You can touch me Spence?” she assures him, but it feels more like a challenge than a permission. So he gives in. Placing a gentle hand on either one of her knees and spreading them apart with ease. He quickly replaces the empty space with his body, leaning over her, propping himself up with one hand, and grabbing the underside of her thigh with the other. Blunt fingernails digging in just enough to elicit a stifled whimper from her throat.

He starts to mimic the motions, pulling his hips back only to cant them forward again. There was only so much room for error in a position like this, and he had to restrain himself lest he grind up against her with enough force to make her moan for real. As much as he wanted to hear that, to feel that, he didn’t want to deal with the repercussions of it. So instead he settled for a simpler technique, one she’d used on him.

Tucking his face into the warm and welcoming area where her shoulder met her neck, he breathed in the scent of her before placing a soft kiss against the supple skin. When she let out the tiniest moan it felt like a gargantuan victory. Maybe he could make her feel as good as she made him feel. He opened his mouth then, licking a stripe up along her neck, tasting the littlest amount of sweat that had accumulated there before coming to rest against the pulse that seemed to accelerate at his touch. When he sucked on the skin beneath his lips only to bite down on it gently she couldn’t help the noise she made.

“Fuck! Spencer” she moaned. And that really felt like it was just for him. Which brought him a second of bliss before he realized the larger affect that it was starting to have on his body.

“I— I uh— I think we should stop” he rushes out, climbing off of her frantically, heaping the duvet around his hips in the hopes that she wouldn’t see what she’d done to him.

“Yeah, yeah of course” she sits up next to him, reaching a hand out to wipe the curls out of his eyes, “Are you okay?” she asks, and he can sense no teasing behind it if she’s reading between the lines, just a genuine kindness.

“No… yeah! I’m fine! I just think he’s probably got the idea” he says, looking out the window only to see an empty parking space across from them. “Look! He’s gone”

“You’re right, I’m sure he saw plenty. Wanna get some sleep?” She smiles, encouraging and soft now, but Spencer can’t bare to look at her if he doesn’t have too. The sweetness behind her eyes, and the exposed skin of her neck with his teeth marks still in it would probably set him off for good, so he shakes his head.

“I… no? I actually think I just need a shower, I’m a little— sweaty?”

If she knows why he’s really leaving, she’s too kind to say. So she lets him go, settling into the bed alone.

“I don’t know if I’ll still be awake when you get back” she hums, “Goodnight Spencer”

“Goodnight Y/N” he whispers back as he makes his way to the bathroom, sneaking one last glance back at her before she closed her eyes completely.

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MC can’t play the flute): (obey me)

It is me again posting at ungodly hours mua ha ha. As always i’m sorry for any grammatical mistake i am only human, ok?? Also forgive me for i am a lover of soft Lucifer w MC, HE IS SOFT WITH THEM I JUST KNOW IT, OK??? Only God can judge me u_u

Whose idea was to give MC a flute and tell them they could play???

1st.

➙ Poor man can’t take a break. If it isn’t Mammon it’s Satan and Belphie, if it isn't them it’s Diavolo or Mephisto. If it’s not one of the mentioned above it’s you. It had to be you. He has already come to terms and has surrendered to his destiny surrounded by morons, some more lovely than others but morons at the end of the day. You’re part of the black list. ➙ Anyways, he couldn’t care less about who bought you what. He only mildly cares because he’s in charge of the house finances (or so he tells himself that). One day, a bill arrived at his desk. It was a small purchase, harmless even.

➙ A flute. A human instrument. Well this could be good for a cultural exchange, no? Poor thing had no idea you couldn’t play at all but he discovered it soon enough. He was busy, as always. But then the faintest sound made his way to his office. It was almost a shy, far away sound but soon enough it grew louder. What was it? Was it Beel’s stomach rumbling again? No, his stomach couldn’t have made such a flakey sound. Then it went to a piercing high pitched hellish sound. Now that is torture if he ever knew one. ➙ He can’t concentrate now. The sound comes and goes but it bothers him so, so much. He can’t bear it so he stands up and looks for the culprit. Spoiler alert. It 's you, MC. Playing the flute, now that he hears it closely it’s even worse. ➙ He comes and before he can say anything you hit him with the deer eyes. You’re gushing about the gift and how you want to learn how to play it. You’re beaming.The man doesn’t have the heart to tell Solomon his cooking sucks, why would he have the heart to tell you the sounds you call music are killing his sanity? He can’t. It’s a parent trying to take away their child's favorite toy, an annoying loud toy that was a gift from an uncle. ➙ He can’t, so he gives up the weakest thumbs up and leaves. He might as well invest in a pair of noise canceling ear plugs. Ah, yes. Peace and quiet. ➙ Just because you weren’t punished means that someone in the house won’t be. Now there’s a manhunt for the one who bought you the flute. Beware, whoever you are, you’ll feel all of Lucifer’s wrath.

2nd.

➙ “WHO THE HELL IS MAKING THAT AWFUL SOU– Oh, hey, it’s you MC.” He, like the gorgeous dumbass he is, was walking towards the sound. You see, the flute kind of sounds like one of his little devilish crows. ➙ But this one sounded hurt. He was really worried, you see. Judging by the sound the poor thing cried in a tune of pain! Well, guess what, it’s a flute Mams! ➙ Mister man can’t tell Solomon his cooking sucks, do you think he is going to tell YOU something? No, he is going to endure it yes or yes. He is your fist man after all! He should be able to endure something small like this, no? ➙ You may notice Mammon is missing whenever it’s time to practice): when you ask him about it he gets nervous and dances around the topic. Mc he doesn’t have that great of a musical ear you know? ➙ Anyways he ends up coming to your practices a lot more. ➙ Also gets questioned by everyone. For some reason a lot of his siblings think HE is the one who bought you the flute but Mammon didn’t even know what a flute sounded like, dawg. He doesn’t go scold free because, obviously, Lucifer doesn’t believe him for some reason. ➙ He likes to spoil you, he really does, it’s his love language. But he would know if he bought you the flute, no? That’s when everyone realizes he isn’t the perpetrator, he isn’t nervous at all or trying to hide it. ➙ The manhunt continues.

4th.

➙ He may have popped a vein. ➙ Picture this, he was reading all calmly. About to dive into the climax of the book, a mystery book. He was so sure he had solved the mystery. He just knew it. He was reading the paragraph that was to confirm or deny his hypothesis. Then it hit him. Just in the middle of it. ➙ Needless to say it ruined the experience for him a little bit. Don’t get him wrong, he is used to his brother's nuisance and noises but that thing was for somewhere deeper in hell. Partially mad, partially curious, he went on to investigate. He, just like the cats he likes so much, is very curious. ➙ It’s you. He deadpans. ➙ Well, it’s not like he was particularly mad about it. He paces a little in the hallway before approaching you. Just letting the steam blow off of him. Curiosity overpowering him. Was this a new form of torture? Have you discovered you have sadistic tendencies? Could you perhaps lend him the instrument to torture someone? ➙ Then the expression in your face changes. Ah, MC! He was joking, sorry! ➙ After talking it out he does confess you kind of suck, sorry… Ah, you are aware? Well aren’t you a little cheeky thing. He’ll keep the secret but you’ve got to practice more around Lucifer, you know? ➙ In the end he researches some books to give you in music theory and along those lines. He even learns a little himself to teach you. ➙ He is now part of your secret club that know you are kind of torturing his brothers in purpose (no complains, they deserve it). ➙ Also doesn’t involve himself in the manhunt, he doesn’t care which makes him a suspect and after getting into a fight he is a free man.

5th.

➙ He walks into the house, beaming. Shopping bags in toe and DDD in his hand. Gossip’s hot and interesting. He then does a full stop and looks around. ➙ Wow, somebody is being naughty in this house and nobody is doing anything about it? Well, they do sound like they’re in pain so maybe it’s one of his brothers being annoying? He carries on his day, deciding to ignore it. ➙ It’s been going for a while… Is this torture? All this frowning is going to give him wrinkles! But why doesn’t anybody else react? Is he going crazy? Is this gaslighting? Well, it’s working and the beautiful man is going insane! He can’t ignore it any more! ➙ On his way to complain to either Satan or Lucifer whoever is available at the moment. Find Lucifer first. Then the eldest brother just looks at him, Lucifer are you even sleeping? Those eyebags! Your face, noo! That’s it, mysterious sound, you can’t just come in and destroy his attractive but not attractive as his brother's faces! That’s going too far! Before Lucifer can even warn him who is making the sound he runs off, not before grumbling about some skincare he has to follow now and the promise he’ll get him the products. ➙ Debates if he should call Solomon. Maybe it’s a ghost and an exorcism needs to be done. ➙ Then something sparkles in him. Is his dear MC alright? Oh no, the poor thing must be terrified! Worry not Asmo’s in his way! ➙ It’s you. He almost… no, he cries. Cries and whines. MC, how could you?! Do you know his face could break out from the stress? Of course you didn’t! ➙ Can’t really get mad at you. It’s your little toy): and you're happy. (if you were down beforehand his heart wouldn’t allow him to actually complain complain). ➙ Well, you should repay him with cuddles and love and attention! It’s only fair, you know? If he hears the flute he will try to give you love, compliments, gossip, anything to distract you until you forget about practicing. The House of Lamentation is very grateful for his contribution.

6th.

➙ He was eating in the kitchen when the noise began. At first he thought it was an insect buzzing near his ear or something along those lines, you know. Maybe the sound will go away on his own. He's got more important things going on like gulping down his food. ➙ Then he focuses in the sound. Doesn’t it sound dangerously close to your room? So with half a burger still in his mouth he goes to assess the situation, a little nervous. ➙ Ah, the sound it’s you MC! He thought it was a new kind of hell insect that was dangerous, phew. He’s glad it’s only that weird whistle coming out of that thing you’re holding. ➙ Mammon, who was with you, stares at Beel, horrified. Then you laugh at that. Well, yeah you kind of really sound bad but that’s the point of learning, no? ➙ Le gasp from Mammon. ➙ Beel just sits down and stares at you. Well, yeah, the sound isn’t pleasing but it isn’t the worst he’s heard. You just need practice and he can just accompany you, something he enjoys doing. Cue Mammon leaving you, for this instance only and strictly only when you’re practicing. ➙ You reveal the secret and that Satan has been teaching you. You change the tune and while it isn’t perfect it’s an improvement. Beel is now part of the secret club of torturing his brothers. Ngl, he does enjoy it and feels special.

7th.

➙ Who’s screeching? Is this Asmo again? Or is it Levi? *They both are famous in the house for their screeches and whines after all). ➙ He is pissed, he was sound asleep but he eventually pick up on the sound. A constant and irritable whine that sounds like it’s right in his ear. He just lays in bed, doing nothing. Debating if he should go to the source or wait for someone to do something about it. ➙ Spoiler, no one does anything. Then he hears Mammon half-heartedly complimenting you. ➙ Going to the source it is then. Walking to where you are proves a difficult task as he’s exhausted but he keeps going out of pure spite. He gets to your hideout and just s t a r e s. ➙ You see him, he sees you. He stares at you and you stare back. Then you apologize, did you wake him up? Yes, indeed, and now he’s all cranky, MC. Mammon tries to give a half assed apology and tries to hush him out of the room. Belphie is not having it and straight up ignores him. ➙ Lays his head right in your lap. Punishment is all he says. You can choose here, be a meanie and keep playing with the flute. Or two, just give in and take a break. Choosing the former can make grumpy Belphie but he will refuse to leave your lap, out of spite, again. The latter is the pacifist route and the one where you get to nap, yeah. ➙ Now he hides the flute from time to time to get a moment of quiet and peace.

3rd.

➙ It was him. He’s the guilty one. Somebody come and get this guilty man. ➙ But you can’t really blame him! You were watching a human world anime together and you were beaming when the instrument was on the screen! He was being nice, you know. ➙ It was a mistake, oopsie? He is very supportive, tho. He even buys himself a flute too and practices in the corner of his room to surprise you. You often practice together, too. His room is perfect for that as it’s soundproof! ➙ He wasn’t expecting for shit to hit the fan): MC why. ➙ He was hanged from the ceiling with Mammon, why was Mammon there? He doesn’t know. What he does know it’s that he won’t get you any other instrument. He also found out you were cheating on him with Satan and Beel! You meanie! I mean, he was practicing behind your back too but he was trying to impress you!): ➙ Will do again though.

As for you. Why did you do it? Answer is why the hell not?! It was about time you got them back>:( It’s their fault for thinking you were harmless, you were just waiting in the shadows for an opportunity to arise to torture them back.

BONUS: Diavolo caught wind of this situation and decided to give the flute a try too! Now you too practice together! Barbatos isn’t very happy but oh well. Luke also joins you two from time to time and Simeon only watches. This may or may not end up as material for his writing.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me mammon #obey me levi hc #obey me belphie #obey me beel

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maxwell-grant · 3 years

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Having asked your thoughts on designing Frankenstein's daemon, might I now ask your thoughts on bringing Count Dracula from the written word into illustration? (I'm definitely in favour of the 'Hairy Old Mountain Man of Horror pretending he's people' look from the original novel; one of the small tests too many Draculas fail to pass is an absolutely tragic lack of the Evil Beard and/or Wicked Moustache explicitly described by Mr Stoker).

Unlike with Frankenstein, where I think the design needs to be painstakingly thought out in order to achieve the best balance of the creature's traits for horror and tragedy alike, I think with Dracula you can actually just take an approach of "whatever works". Because as I mentioned before, I think much of the appeal and longevity of Dracula is how the character's both a layered villain as well as a shapeshifting narrative force that can be tailored to whatever you want to do with. Granted, there are bad or dissappointing Dracula designs, of course there are, but in regards to the leeway you get for reinterpretation, you get a lot more of it with Dracula than with other literary icons.

Like with Frankenstein, I'm gonna bring up how I'd tackle a less grim, more comedy-centric Dracula first, one that's less a force of horror and more of a charismatic villain, and I think to that end I definitely agree that people are sleeping a lot on the hairy old man barely-passing-off-as-humanoid of the original story. Despite very much loving these performers, I'm actually not a fan of takes that mold Dracula too closely to people who've portrayed him, like Bela Lugosi and Christopher Lee, partially because I think it's a waste of an opportunity to create your own Dracula design. Since I can't draw (yet), I'll do what I usually do and make a board of images to try and convey some of my thoughts on one way I'd design Dracula.

(Pictured: Kiwi's design for Dracula, Hotel Transylvania concept art, Nandor, Castlevania Dracula, Charles Dance in Dracula Untold, Vladislav, a Transylvanian rug)

I used the images in my other Dracula post and I’ll post it here again because I absolutely adore @kiwibyrd's designs for Dracula and it's main heroes, in particular I love the way it strikes a good balance at making sure Dracula looks distinctly separate from the humans, but not too much that he couldn't conceivably operate in society as just a harmless old man. I also adore the mustache and bushy eyebrows and pointy ears and I think these three are wonderful features to keep on any Dracula design. I'm also very partial to the Hotel Transylvania concept art, even if it makes me incredibly depressed to look at all the great designs they had for Dracula that they threw in the trash because they somehow decided making him look like Adam Sandler was the idea to go with.

I deeply adore What We Do In The Shadows, both the movie and the show, and Jemaine Clement's Vladislav is one of my favorite (maybe even my actual favorite) on-screen Draculas. But I also enjoy Nandor just as much, and I think it's really great that as a character he's completely different from Vlad while also being ostensibly a take on Dracula, and in particular I bring up his Jersey look because "Dracula in common clothing" is a criminally underrated concept for a joke.

As a character, I'm very partial to comedy takes on Dracula that play him up as a decadent aristocratic supervillain, the kind that can get away with talking in third person. I also have this idea for a version of Dracula who dresses ostentatiously in finely-broidered Romanian or Transylvanian patterns, maybe even wearing a rug as a cape, claiming that he's carrying the legacy of his people on his back. And of course he's lying, he's not Vlad Tepes and he's not even Romanian, he is just a parasite pretending to have a history to be proud of, but good luck getting him to admit that. And finally, I'd like this version to be played by Charles Dance, and I consider it a tremendous crime against humanity that he has yet to play Dracula proper even despite being in a film with the character's name on the title.

So that's kinda how I would design a take on Dracula for something more comedic or more based around him as this guest character and personality on-set. Now, if we're talking a more serious version, I think the possibilities increase, and I won't be getting into all of them because I may prefer to keep them to myself, but I'll elaborate a few ideas.

For example, the edition of Dracula I personally own comes with these really scratchy, really creepy B&W illustrations related to the story, that I can't find scanned online so I'm uploading them here so you can look at. They don't necessarily depict the scenes but rather some of the story's moments, like Van Helsing staking Lucy, Renfield in a straightjacket, Dracula as a coachman, and they are more focused on conveying the horror of the concepts at play.

Dracula never looks the same way in any of the illustrations, in fact you kinda have to piece him out of them by trying to find teeth or capes or eyes or bat-features to see where he's hiding this time. In the first, it's the half-man half-bat, in the 2nd, he's the shrieking bat silhouette next to Renfield, and in the latter, he's the gaping jaws and eerily humanoid eyes in the wolf. The effect to me almost feels like if you were to look at a bunch of tv static and then see a humanoid shape form for a split second before everything went back to normal, something like you'd get from Slender Man or other modern creepypastas, and I’ve argued before that Dracula’s form of horror is a very modern one.

In terms of illustrations of Dracula that keep up the original traits while still pulling off horror, I definitely have to hand it to the one at the left of the image above, drawn by regourso on Deviantart (account deleted at present). Going back to Castlevania’s many takes on Dracula, two in particular that stick out to me would be Castlevania: Judgment’s armored dress Dracula, who’s got this great twisted heart/rose motif going on in his outfit, and Dracula’s final form in SOTN where he just sits in his throne and his cape twists into all these monsters, particularly how it’s depicted by witnesstheabsurd’s depiction.

I’m not particularly a fan of how Dracula’s “final form” in these games is usually just some big demon, and part of what I like about his final form in SOTN instead is that, while it’s not a particularly challenging final boss, I do find it interesting the idea of us never actually getting to see what Dracula’s true final form looks like, only an ever-shifting pitch-black torrent of teeth and claws and bloody veins pouring out because that’s ultimately what Dracula is and brings to the world.

On the flip-side of the rotten old monster, we have the charming seductor Dracula, and while I’m really not a fan of how various adaptations have convinced people that “the point” of Dracula is that he’s a seductive force and an allegory for Victorian xenophobia and I’m reeeally even less of a fan of adaptations that make Dracula some misunderstood tragic hero (and I think I’ve made rather violently clear my feelings on interpretations that play up a romance between him and Mina), that the seductive force part exists is impossible to deny, so conversely, while on one hand we can have Dracula as the gargantuan whirlwind of predatory violence, we can also go for Dracula as the tantalizing lover.

I’ve seen a lot of opinions proclaiming Frank Langella as the best Dracula because he was the best at actually being seductive while still playing Dracula, although I haven’t yet seen his performances. If I had to point at one picture I look at and do buy for a second the idea of Dracula as a romantic character, it would be that particular still of Raul Julia in the left of the above image. And it’s strange for me to think of Raul Julia as attractive because I mainly associate him with his brilliant comedy performance of M.Bison (I know it’s far from the highlight of his career but, look, I grew up with Street Fighter, I can’t help it) but those eyes are definitely looking pretty convincing to me, if nothing else.

And I’ve included this still of Sebastian Stan in the right because, during a conversation between me, @krinsbez and @jcogginsa about who could be a good fit for Dracula, jcog suggested Sebastian Stan, partially because he’s Romanian, and I’ve learned recently that Stan was actually interested in playing the character in Blumhouse’s upcoming remake. And you’d think I’d hate this idea considering how much I don’t care for tragic anti-hero Draculas, but who says that’s what he’d have to play?

Do you have any idea how much actors, who are traditionally known for heroic or supporting roles, usually LOVE it when you give them a chance to cut loose as the main villain?

I’d want Sebastian Stan to put all of his charm, all of his talent, all of his good looks and etc, into playing the absolute most vicious, bloodthirsty and irredeemable Dracula put on screen. Someone who is exceedingly, eerily good at being a lovable protagonist, who’s all smiles and charming eyes and politeness mannerisms and maybe even a funny accent, and then it isn't as funny when he's flying through your window intent on kidnapping babies to feed to his brides, except he may take a moment or two to do so because he's feeling pretty hungry himself right now.

Now, admittedly this is kind of a lot to juggle in regards to a single character, which is why my answer for questions like these inevitably has to be “depends on what I’m going for”. That being said, if I was going to try and cast someone who I think could both look the part of Dracula, as well as respectively, play “cartoon aristocrat” Dracula, “mercurial embodiment of evil” Dracula, as well as realistically be an attractive, even seductive performer who can charm viewers even as the character descends into horrible villainy, and juggle these performances even?

I think I’d have to go with Mads Mikkelsen. Not specifically because of Hannibal (I actually haven’t watched it yet), although it’s definitely a factor, the thing that actually made me pick him specifically is, other than his looks, his voice, his reputation for playing sinister characters, the fact that he loves the role and wants to play it, or how many people are deeply in love with this man, or that people already joke that he looks like a vampire, was watching him in Another Round, and specifically that glorious final scene where he’s just dancing to his heart’s content and just, moving with such spring in his step and such joyful vitality even though he’s past his mid-fifties, and that was the moment where, in regards to how much you all love this man, I went

And now I am going to add “casting Mads Mikkelsen as a dancing Dracula” to The List of Reasons Why I Became a Filmmaker.

#replies tag #dracula #horror tag #bram stoker #charles dance #sebastian stan #mads mikkelsen #castlevania #raul julia #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #vladislav #nandor

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okay so here comes the big nerd energy! If you want to see my personal analysis of the Kingdom lyrics and theories for their title tracks then you can check it out below. I promise you I’ve written way too much but hopefully you’ll find some enjoyment in it :)

So, history of kingdom...we know they’re all vaguely connected in some way. They all live in the same world, different lands, different styles, and sometimes some MAGIC? But what’s really going on!

Well, I can only theorize LOL so take my words with a grain of salt. And me showing you all the similarities between the lyrics doesn’t mean that the songs are the same or telling the same story, it’s really just making some comparisons to show how these stories may intertwine in their world!

Let’s start at the beginning: Excalibur.

Excalibur is pretty simple compared to the other songs, because it repeats lyrics pretty often, but there’s a lot of interesting phrases used in the verses.

Excalibur clearly depicts a world that has suffered greatly, and is going to change for the better as they take hold of their destiny. It mentions ‘A new world’ and ‘taking hold of destiny’ and ‘history starts with us’. So, it almost feels like a rebirth for the kings in this song, but also because it was their debut song you can say it might just be the introduction to this new world they’ve created in the kingdom lore.

Excalibur, unlike the other songs, is very triumphant and powerful at the end. Arthur wins, he beats the bad guys, he gets his throne. This is the only time we’ve actually seen a king become established in his kingdom, instead of losing their kingdom. Food for thought.

My current running theory for Excalibur is that Arthur’s story is actually the end. All the kings have lost everything up until that moment (even Arthur didn’t have his throne until the end so what happened before?) and then they band together with Arthur and take everything back, all of them restored as heroic kings.

It’s a big theory, not much ground for it really other than Arthur’s story being so different from the others so far, but it’s fun to think about!

Regardless, we do know Arthur has suffered loss (he lost his crown somehow before the events of the MV) and was constantly in danger before he retook what was lost.

Now, Karma. Truly this song is one of my top favorites, I love it so much, and there is soooo much going on in the lyrics. It shares a lot with Excalibur and Ascension, I think, but most especially Ascension.

Karma frequently mentions destiny, like Excalibur does. Of course this destiny seems a bit more rebellious, but that’s kind of the tone of the song in general.

But the similarities with Ascension are quite frequent.

There’s the idea of losing one’s memories over time:

Karma: Inside the lost memories, This is the dazzling Shangri-la

Ascension: The memories slowly fading, The blue light that gently shines around

Feels very similar to me. And in general, Ascension and Karma share a similar theme of being betrayed by their kingdom- however, Chiwoo’s kingdom is lost due to his own negligence, while I believe Dann’s kingdom was lost because of some bigger betrayal that may be revealed later.

We see this because in Karma the lyrics say things like ‘Holding onto my destiny, With my back turned to the world, I’m runnin’ runnin’ runnin’”. So, there destiny shows up again, which makes sense because I think the kingdom storyline is filled with fate and destiny, but Chiwoo’s chapter makes it pretty clear that he ended up choosing a path that led to the loss of his kingdom.

Whereas in Dann’s chapter there are many lyrics like, ‘All the arrows with resentment are pointing at me’ and ‘A glance between narrow bars, I see all the enemies coming’, etc. There are a lot of words like ‘resentment’ ‘despair’ and ‘condemnation’ that I think make it pretty clear that Dann was betrayed by his people. There’s even the term ‘rebelled’ so it may have actually been a total coup that took Dann’s kingdom. But we still see the similarities between Chiwoo and Dann. Here are some more that I find very interesting:

Karma: ‘Behind this overwhelming despair, glory shines’

Ascension: ‘All the seeds of despair, wake up’

Karma: ‘Open the door to the air that endlessly pushes over’

Ascension: ‘When the gray sky door opens, wake me up’

Karma: ‘In this eternal wait, a flower blooms’

Ascension: ‘One beautiful day, the flower blooms splendidly’

Lots of similar ideas and imagery in their lyrics. The sky door and door to the air are especially interesting to me, but there’s lots of flower imagery, too.

But let’s not forget the incredible Black Crown. I think Black Crown has a unique energy to it that makes it stand out from the other three. Whereas Arthur’s song is triumphant, Chiwoo’s song is tragic and a bit rebellious, and Dann’s song is sorrowful and powerful, Ivan’s song has this tone of desperation and wickedness.

All the kings have some idea in their title songs about doing whatever they must to protect what they love/their kingdom, etc. But Ivan is truly willing to risk it all for an actual curse and the ability to ‘run the world’. I’m gonna say that he’s the only one that we truly see take an ‘evil’ route, if you will.

We have the two factions ‘White Kingdom’ and ‘Black Kingdom’, or I like to call them ‘Fate’ and ‘Chaos’ Kingdoms. They both want the notorious (and cursed) black crown.

The Chaos Kingdom is fallen, and the Fate Kingdom are currently reigning. Fate Ivan makes a choice, maybe out of naivety or just not wanting to lose, to go and take the crown for himself (despite seeing how it’s already tearing apart his team as they argue about it) but this is what begins it all. Chaos Ivan wants to be restored to power, too. That crown holds the key. And so the ‘civil war’ between these two factions begins, and of course ends with Chaos taking the crown.

This is also the second time we’ve seen magic involved in the story. The first time, of course, being Excalibur where it appears that Louis and Ivan have some sort of magical abilities. So, to me, it makes sense that we see Ivan in a magical setting once again.

So, anyway, what about the lyrics? They’re top tier. Let’s dive in!

I think comparatively, most of the lyrics have similarities to Karma. There’s a lot of phrases about being ‘punished’ for what they’re choosing to do, and obviously I compared the second verse in the beginning of the song to Ascension (’Inside the prison without bars...’) but I think a lot of it stands on its own because of the vibe it has. Still! There are some interesting points so let’s check it out:

Excalibur: Destiny in my hands, this fantasy will spread out

Black Crown: We’ve got the crown, like an enormous spreading legacy

To me this is very similar because like Arthur taking hold of his destiny and following it, he’s causing his power and influence to grow. They term it ‘fantasy’, but that’s how I see it more. For Ivan, ownership of the crown is what causes his power/influence to grow. Same vibe to me.

Karma: I must handle everything for the things that are precious to me

Black Crown: I choose suffering over the loneliness that overwhelms

Black Crown has this whole theme of choosing the most dangerous option in order to avoid losing what’s important to him (Ivan), or losing the world, or being alone. It’s actually so tragic, but Karma also shares a lot of these themes. However, for Ivan I think it’s far different than it was for Chiwoo. Fate Ivan presumably had it all going on, he seemed to have himself a castle and was ruling to some degree but he needed the black crown to ensure Chaos Ivan didn’t ‘run the world’ and take what he had gained. Chaos Ivan needed that Crown so he wouldn’t continue suffering in his loneliness.

Karma and Black Crown also make mention of ‘mercy’ and it’s similar but not.

Karma: I’ll protect it with my whole body, with this cruelly heavy mercy

Black Crown: No Mercy

Karma’s mention about mercy is how it’s so cruel to him, but mercy isn’t…cruel by nature? But because of his own rebellious nature, he sees it that way. For Black Crown, of course it’s much easier to understand LOL They’re taking the crown, and taking no prisoners.

And of course I mentioned ‘punishment’.

Karma: I’m ready, I can’t deny this punishment

Black Crown: Get wild, until I get punished by heaven

Both are willing to take any level of punishment to get what they want. ‘Consequences be damned’ and all that.

And now onto Ascension, although I’ve already talked a bit about it so I will keep this short: I think Acension shares a lot with Karma, like I mentioned, but also a lot with Excalibur.

The main thing that sticks out to me (and any Kingmaker) is Ivan’s iconic ‘Open the Gate’, which is also their greeting. It all started with Arthur’s era, and it felt like he was opening the door to a new beginning, but also it felt like, ‘Open the gate, let’s get this started. Let’s fight.’ There’s determination behind it.

And Ascension holds that same level of determination in the phrase. Right after Ivan’s ‘Open the Gate’, Dann begins calling ‘Open the door, open the door’, almost as if challenging anyone to enter. At this point, I feel, Dann was ready for the fight that he knew would be inevitable. Instead of being afraid, or anxious, or sad, he knew he was going to have to be strong and stand up. He wasn’t going to cower before the enemies coming towards him. He knew things were dire, but he also knew he wasn’t going to just stand by.

It’s a powerful phrase, and I think any time we hear it in future songs that it will remain just as powerful!

Let me finish off with lyrical comparisons to the newest addition to History of Kingdom. I won’t go into anymore lore talk, because I’ve done enough of that LOL Here are some:

Ascension: Remember the engravement on my bruised heart

Karma: Endless time gets deeply nailed into my heart

Acension: I’ll protect you, I’ll miss you

Karma: I’ll protect it with my whole body

Ascension: I’ll be tied in a thorny bush when the castle walls burn

Excalibur: Embrace the scars that have deeply dug in like sharp thorns

And the final bit I’ll do here is put my favorite parts that I think fully sum up the heart of each song, so you can kinda see the similarities there. Thanks for following me through all of the nonsense of my brain <3 I wish this had been more concise, but I’m terrible at that.

Excalibur:

History starts with us

The world must go on properly

The color is getting clear

Put away all fear

Bow before the closed castle gate and swear

Karma:

I’m dumping out all of my longing for the world

Spit out your weak fears

I must handle everything for the things that are precious to me

I’ll protect it with my whole body

With this cruelly heavy mercy

Black Crown:

A mysterious defeat cannot exist

Rather than losing the world, I would become a monster

I choose suffering over the loneliness that overwhelms

The evil power of necessity given to me

Ascension:

Pale moon,

Remember the engravement on my bruised heart

Knife of condemnation

Don’t forget my royal command

#kingdom #arthur #dann #mujin #louis #ivan #chiwoo #jahan #if anyone actually reads this I'll be shocked LOL #hok theory

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vv3nti · 3 years

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liar — t. oikawa & h. iwaizumi

synopsis—a love triangle of unrequited love

warnings—angst , unrequited love , break-up , some aspects based off american high school , there may be a little ooc i'm still learning to writing the hq boys sorry :/

a/n—this is a one-shot i wrote i'm hoping to make into a series- i've started part two so that's promised if not a series, send an ask or wtv to be tagged for that <3

“I’m tired of hiding, Tooru. I’m tired of being kept a secret.” You said softly, twirling the necklace around your neck between two fingers. The weight of this relationship finally lifting off your shoulders, but that didn’t stop the inevitable thump growing in your throat. You love Oikawa, you really do, but you can’t keep going like this. Your heart won’t allow it. You want someone proud to show you off and cherish you with all they have. Maybe, your expectations were too high from the beginning; if you had set the bar lower, this all could have been avoided. Or if Oikawa truly cared for you, loved you as he said he did. Whatever the reason, the dull ache was too much to bear. “I can’t do this anymore; it hurts too much.”

Oikawa had not expected those words to leave your plush lips. No, he thought you’d complain again, he’d kiss it better, and you would forget about it, like usual. But this—this was the last thing he wanted to hear. You were happy; he was sure of it. What the hell provoked you to feel like this? “What do you mean? We agreed we would wait.”

“Yeah, months ago.” You wave your hand through the air. You had no intention of allowing the boy to dismiss your concerns, not again. “And every time I mention it, you disregard my feelings like they don’t matter.”

His eyebrows furrowed, a clear frown set on his face. “Of course, your feelings matter to me.”

“If that were true, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Anxiety started creeping up your spine, a deep shiver demersing. You couldn’t help but feel off-put; if you didn’t end the conversation fast, you knew you’d slip back in his clutches. “Please, don’t make this any harder than it has to be. No one even knew we were together; that means things can go back to normal.”

“Normal?” He mumbled, eyes downcast to the floor. “What does that even mean? Nevermind that—is this about my fangirls? Because I can tell them to back off. Or Mei? Did she say something to you.” Oikawa’s calm demeanor began to wear off, and panic soon set it. The perfect picture he had planted in his head was decaying within the second, and he couldn’t manage the thought. He couldn’t even see the harsh reality behind his imagination; nothing about your relationship was ideal. Oikawa pushed you too far off the deep end, and as he tried to meet his own needs, he neglected yours.

His hands reached out to you, afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t get ahold of you soon.

The mention of his ex stung a little more than it should. But what are you supposed to feel? Tooru was publicly dating her for a lot longer than you've been together and you felt inferior to her in so many ways. They didn't break up on bad terms and you can't help but wonder if he still has feelings for her—it would justify his need to keep you a secret. “No! I’m done, I’m done with this, Tooru. This how couples are supposed to act; I don’t want to act like this. I’m sorry, but I can’t keep doing this. I need time, a break, anything but this.”

That night you both went home with a gaping hole in your chest and beds a little colder than before. Uncertainty crept in; was this a temporary break or a breakup. Neither of you had the answer.

You spent the first day of the long weekend cooped in your room, fresh tear streaks following the tracks on the old. On Sunday, you had to head to the school to decorate lockers for senior night or week in Sejohs case; the volleyball team had games on Tuesday and Friday this week. Luckily your appointed third year was Iwaizumi, so you didn’t have to trouble over an awkward encounter with Oikawa. Monday consisted of endless baking; it was safe to say you went slightly overboard. Assortments of brownies, cupcakes, mini cheesecakes, and peach cobbler aligned the countertops. One might say you’re a stress baker.

On the contrary, Oikawa spent his weekend hounding down on his team with tiring drills and repetitive rotations. His temper was short, and his attitude anything but playful. None of the club members wanted to be the one to confront their captain, leaving him alone in his thoughts—thoughts about you. At night he got little to no sleep, spending his sleepless nights replaying all his wrongs as if the answer will all of a sudden appear. But how is Oikawa supposed to fix a problem he didn’t even know what there.

Tuesday rolled around faster than anyone could have expected. You sat restlessly in the clubroom, waiting for Iwaizumi to meet you there. You requested him to join you in the room, considering you didn’t walk to school with him and Oikawa as you usually would. Regardless of where you interacted, you knew Iwa had many questions, and you’d preferably be interrogated in private than in front of the entire student body.

Iwa rushed into the room, school bag around his shoulder and one of his jerseys flailing in his hand. “Hey,” He spoke, his usually irritated tone nowhere to be heard. Upon seeing him, scorching anxiety rose in your chest. Deep breaths, Y/N, deep breaths. “I brought this.”

“Iwa, hi,” You chirped, hopping on the tabletop and embracing your friend—holding on a little tighter than usual. Despite your constant mantra of ‘I’m fine,’ you did long for some form of comfort. “Yes, right, thank you. Just set in on my bag. I want to show you what I made.” You dragged the boy by his hand to the table occupying your tasty treats. You figured he could share the desserts with the rest of the team once they won tonight. The hopeful look on your face slightly dropped. Iwa didn’t look as excited as you hoped for. Instead, he looked deep in thought, like something was bothering him.

“What’s going on?” He questioned quietly, finally meeting your puzzled eyes. “Come on, Y/N, you cook when you’re upset. Anyone who’s known you for more than a year knows that.”

Mouth ajar and eyes wide, you searched for an excuse to preach to Iwaizumi—although you know your attempts will be futile. Since you were in elementary school, you’ve grown up the boy and had no doubt he would read you like an open book. And if not you, then most definitely Oikawa. “Nothings going on; I just wanted you to have an array of options. Is that so bad? You could be a little more thankful, you know.”

“Of course, I’m thankful for all of this. But I’m going to find it a little concerning when Shittykawa is as quiet as a mouse, and you’ve got bags under your eyes from what? The hours you spent baking through the night?.” Iwa uttered, raising his voice a bit.

Unfortunately, that only further pushed you to the defensive stature. You wished he’d just leave it, shove it under a rug as you did this weekend. “Not everything I do involves Oikawa! If he’s acting weird, then you can ask him about that instead of undermining what I did for you!” You frantically grabbed your bag off the ground, planning to leave the room. “If you didn’t like it, you could have said thanks and thrown it away—”

“Hey, Hey,” A tight grip encloses around your bicep, halting your departure. “I’m sorry, I really like everything you did for me, you know cheesecake is my favorite. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m sorry.” Iwaizumi’s grip doesn’t falter, even as your teary eyes meet his own.

The lump grew in your throat as you fought back the waterworks. “We broke up, or I broke up with him, I guess. Can you even break up with someone who didn’t want you in the first place?” You said, through a broken sob. Iwa doesn’t say anything. He just stares at you with the same pitiful look you’ve seen a thousand times. His free hand moved to the side of your face, patting your hair a few times before he pushed your head into his chest. Words wouldn’t provide you with the support you needed, so Iwa simply let you cry in his embrace—secretly plotting all the ways he wanted to beat Oikawa’s ass.

He didn’t need to ask. He knew all the reasons why this happened. Hell, Hajime had seen the foreseeable future unravel when Oikawa presented your relationship.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be such a downer on game day.” You lifted your head, lightly brushing your palms along his uniform, waiting for your tears to dry. The door to the clubroom snapped open, hitting the opposing wall, prompting you and Iwa to rush apart. The look on the face read shocked, more towards the fact you didn’t need the club questioning why you were crying this early in the morning. But the brunette boy in front of you idly took a long, deep breath encouraging you to do the same.

“Oh, are we interrupting something?”

“Just Iwa and his not-girlfriend, what’s new?” Mattsun and Makki seemed to be having a good morning, and not even Iawizumi could shake them out of the teasing moods. Despite their playful banter, you couldn’t help but focus on the silent set of eyes following your movements, and something about his silence was off-putting.

You turned to the two, a sly smile planted on your lips. “I’m not even indulging,” Fake it til’ you make it. “But I did make a small arsenal of desserts, so help yourself-”

“If I decide to share with these idiots.”

“Help yourself-if Iwa chooses to so graciously gift you the pleasure.” You said sweetly, playfully bowing as Mattsun and Makki rolled their eyes. “I have to go to class, so enjoy, and good luck.”

“Here I got it.” Iwa offered, plucking your bag from the floor with a small smile. The kind gesture made your heart flutter, your mood beginning to lift simultaneously. Ever since you were little, Iwaizumi always seemed to know what you needed to feel better, almost like an institution. Maybe that’s why his tone was short and sharp when he told Oikawa to move away from the door as you tried to leave, you’re used to his cold demeanor, but it was unsettling. You didn’t want him to be this angry with his best friend because of you, although it was a little awarding.

Oikawa’s lips laid ajar, fumbling his thoughts to form a reasonable enough sentence. He wanted to say something astounding to you, something that gave you no choice but to come back to him. He planned it all day yesterday, but now as you hide behind Iwa, he drew a blank.

“I’m serious, Oikawa. Move.”

Oikawa hung his head in shame, shuffling to the side, allowing you and Iwa to exit the room. The overwhelming feeling of patheticness climbing his veins. He didn’t mind his best friend’s anger towards him, but this wasn’t rage. Iwaizumi was disappointed, and Tooru couldn’t shake his glare.

Practice was usually a time the boys could assert their worries into energy, but the thick tension left everyone unsettled. Today’s warmup was eerily different.

Tooru watched you bounce in and out of the gym with the rest of the cheer squad; Iwa’s jersey adorned your figure. His expression held that of a kicked puppy, and it was pissing off the rest of the team. They needed their captain in his best frame of mind if they wanted to win.

Hajime’s humorless laugh broke the silence. “I warned you, you know.” Oikawa shifted his attention. “I told you you’d only hurt her, and you continued reassuring me you wouldn't, time after fucking time. And...there was a time I believed you, but you’re a liar, and Y/N sees it too.”

Oikawa’s sadness morphed into anger, eyes twitching as he bit the inside of his cheek. “If I’m a liar, that makes you one too.” He sneered, eyes still downcast on the court. His emotions were on overdrive, plucking and pinching in his mind. Oikawa knew he should resort to this method of release, but he was losing all control.

The ace sucked in a sharp breath, eye blazing. “Yea, well, I can live with that. Can you?”

Coach cut the conversation short, asking why the boys weren’t warming up before the game. The captain and ace have begotten many altercations through the years, but they always found a way to convert their anger into power. Coach Irihata only hopes that proves true with tonight’s game.

You, on the other hand, had a million tasks to complete before you could settle down in the gym, so you ultimately missed the scuffle in the gym. Just that didn’t make you ignorant to the rising tension, and you couldn’t help but feel it was your fault.

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can i ask about amarant coral? the monk in red himself~

Can you ask about Amarant Coral? *cracks fingers* Oh I insist that you do. Welcome to my Amarant Appreciation Post:

favorite thing about them: First off best thing about Amarant? His theme. The percussion and the guitar. It’s great and it captures him so well. People out here like “take Amarant out of the game he adds nothing.” EXCUSE ME? You remove the Amarant you remove the Amarant Theme my friend and that is something I do NOT vibe with.

least favorite thing about them: I wanna know more about him. Now Amarant doesn’t need a backstory or history in the game. In a sense, he already has one that connects him to Zidane and explains his motives and actions and eventual arc. But my issue is, Square never gave him anything else. If you look at Ultimania there’s additional lore about other characters, like Steiner for instance. You learn Steiner was a war orphan who was saved by the Pluto Knights - explaining his devotion to them. Amarant though? Square was like “uh... yeah he was born....? And then he uh got famous...? Idk then he met Zidane. You figure it out.” Square. I hate you. 18 years from his birth until he became “well known”. WHAT WAS HE DOING. WHY’D HE BECOME A SECURITY GUARD. WHAT WAS ON HIS RESUME. TELL MEEEE. Like, okay, what the actual in-game canon gives us on Amarant is sort of enough. He’s a purposely written mysterious “cool-guy” character so we’re given scraps to make him unknown but come on. In the published after-game canon, like Ultimania, we could have been given a bit more. He says he doesn’t remember anything about his origins or parents, but why. Was he another victim of Gaia’s wars? Probably. Was he born on a battlefield? Fighting for his life, living without comrades, taking scraps whenever he could? Was he betrayed when he was young? Is he a supposed to be a version of Zidane had he not been adopted into Tantalus by Baku??? These are questions I deserve answers to, Square.

favorite line: “’I can't just walk away. It goes against my nature...’ You're a real simpleton. Forget it, guys. There's no stopping this fool." I love this. Amarant figures Zidane out pretty quickly after Ipsen’s Castle. Zidane is hardheaded and also an actor. He acts cool and pretends his reasons for doing things are loose but when he’s decided something it’s always for a reason. You don’t need a reason to help people, but Zidane has his reasons for helping Kuja and while Amarant doesn’t give two shits what they are he knows Zidane won’t be stopped because, despite everything, Zidane saved a loser like him. Also this line “Tell me! Why didn't you kill me!?" Because I quote it all the time and it makes myself laugh. Amarant is such a drama queen and Zidane knows it. Zidane’s like “dude... what is your damage, it’s 5 pm on Tuesday in Madain Sari. I ain’t getting blood on my gloves cause you’re having a temper tantrum.” And then Amarant runs away to have an existential crisis. He’s 26 but compared to Zidane, he’s the real teenager with angst.

brOTP: I could talk about Zidane or Freya with Amarant but instead I’m gonna say the underrated dynamic of Amarant and Eiko (and also Vivi). Amarant with the kids is truly the greatest gift given by his presence in the game. Amarant has never known true suffering until he became a designated legal guardian of a group of minors. It also kills me how he’s the one to volunteer to carry Eiko and Vivi up the Iifa tree. He looks at Zidane and is like “you have seriously been the ‘adult’ of this group???”

OTP: Gotta say the Freya and Amarant dynamic. I really enjoyed their unlikely friendship in the game but then the content. The fan content. The Freya x Amarant fans out there, you win. Ya got me. You captured me and I am now imprisoned by their banter and begruntled allies to lovers story. Even if they’re not romantic I love them together and really wish the game gave us more of them. But even Lani and Amarant together are valid, though I prefer them as butting head bros. Not much content for my girl Lani out there either, she deserves more.

nOTP: Nothing I can think of. I tend to like platonic pairings for Amarant. The dude needs friends because he can barely define the word friendship.

random headcanon: Before Zidane returns at the end of the game Amarant wanders around a bit, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t feel any place with the others in Alexandria, Burmecia, or Lindblum. I imagine he goes off on his own for a bit like before but this time he’s not after Zidane or a fight. Instead he’s got no particular destination. Yet he somehow always finds himself running into people just like him - or the old him - friendless lonely people who are looking for a fight. He doesn’t go out his way to find these folks he simply runs into them and decides he might as well knock some sense into them. He does however make it his business to go after any murmur of people hatching any ideas of going after the far off little village on the Lost Continent. The home of the genomes and black mages. They were so helpless, so weak that anyone who’d want to mess with them is pathetic in Amarant’s book. Until Zidane returns, no one has the chance to even look at the Black Mage Village the wrong way because in the shadows Amarant lurks, making damn well sure of that.

unpopular opinion: I kinda love that he’s just there for most of the game? While I agree he gets the short end of the stick in the same way as Freya, not receiving additional individual character spotlight (which could have very well been supplied through discoverable lore in the world/npcs or through sidequests) I never considered his “standing off to the side” as a detriment to his character.

Many would probably agree that Amarant always felt like a bit of a parody of the loner character, or at least the stereotype of the loner character. Amarant is so easily paralleled with Squall and Cloud’s surface-level attitudes because his dialogue always felt like something to poke fun at. As the player we’re supposed to align with Zidane’s way of thinking and how he views Amarant. When Amarant loses to Zidane and pretty much grits his teeth and goes “KILL ME,” along with Zidane we’re supposed to kinda raise our brow at him and go “...really, dude?”

Amarant’s a character introduced as an antagonist who has more in common with the power hungry villains of the game. Like many of the characters in FFIX, Amarant is in search of purpose in life, which he has never found, because he was always looking in the wrong places - in places of violence and power. Very toxic-masculinity of him. Amarant is “cool” on an aesthetic level but in reality he’s the polar opposite of cool in terms of what FFIX states about the need for others to be intertwined in your experiences so that you can live a full life.

I sort of love that he’s like a grumpy pitball following a 16 year old and his friends around. Then he sits in the corner when they all meet up and discuss current events acting like he doesn’t care (not to mention he casually walks as everyone is running as fast as they can to escape Terra - made me laugh cry on my first playthrough) He is “just there” but that’s because he has no where else to be, no where else to go, he’s a man without a home. And until Zidane offers his hand, at the point where Amarant is most willing to take it at Ipsen’s Castle, he’s not truly a party member. He IS an outsider for almost the entire game but at Ipsen Castle he joins the party, becomes a comrade, and decides he’ll allow himself to change paths and start a life where he has friends and lives, as well as fights for them. Which is why after that moment, Amarant finally has a victory pose.

song i associate with them: I was scratching my head for so long trying to think of a song or track that had Amarant vibes until it hit me. Outskirt Stand by Tsukasa Tawada (from Pokemon Colosseum). Amarant is so chill, he’s not a bombastic guy, so he needs a theme that drops me in the rocky open desert of the Lost Continent like I’m just lumbering around looking for a monkey-tailed menace. Some other Amarant tunes: Pyrite Town, The Under, Snagem Hideout tracks from Pokemon Colosseum. This post is just an elaborate call to action for everyone to listen to the Pokemon Colosseum soundtrack. Tsukasa Tawada is so great and he has a YouTube. Check him out.

favorite picture of them:

Yoshitaka Amano’s Salamander Coral. I love him. He had too much power.

Also everything drawn by @crispy-ghee. Everything. I will think of this Comic forever until I die. Tattoo it on my flesh. The banter, the dynamics, the post-game content, the Zidane prince-consort outfit, the new Amarant outfit, the stuck-in-the-same-place relationship him and Freya have. Perfect. Go read it and consume Crisipy’s stuff. And also check them and their current art out, they just consistently get better and better. Here’s a first panel preview of my fav comic. Read it.

@hannahlady‘s Amarant art and their Freya/Amarant art is just ugh. *Chef’s Kiss* Here is another preview because you should go look at it.

Here’s a piece that deserves so much more love by @snackage. I LOVE how they drew Amarant. Here’s a little preview. It’s SO GOOD

Anyway TL;DR: Amarant is love and life and you’ll have to pull him from my little gremlin hands.

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"Black Magic" *Part 5*

Heyyy ladies and gents, I might go out later but I'm gonna post a FEW chapters tonight, see if I can get them edited fast enough. I want to try and do a "day" a chapter, if you know what I mean.

Also- Really?! No one said anything about the Raul reference?! Was it too cheesy? Also there was a Charmed reference in there if you missed it.

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You couldn't wait to get to work the next day. You rushed through the lobby and bounded into Rafael's office. He was standing there talking to Liv. Oh god. They both turned and stared at your dramatic entrance.

"Uh….Y/N, are you ok?" Rafael asked you with a bit of concern in his tone.

"Oh yeah no I'm fine Rafa," you nervously smiled, and to your horror his face became even more confused.

"I'm sorry, did you just call me Rafa?" He raised an eyebrow, glancing at Liv, who had a triumphant smile on her face. He didn't remember. It was over.

"I knew it…" she whispered with a smirk.

"Knew what?" Rafael turned to her

"....I knew she'd try to get friendly with you, she's had a crush on you forever," Olivia quickly came up with a diabolical plan on the spot. Your face fell, you felt yourself turning pale as he turned back to you.

“Is that true, Y/N?” He asked you point blank.

"I...I…" you stammered, unable to think of how to get out of this situation. Then you saw his thermos.

"I'll get your morning coffee, boss," you went and grabbed the thermos off his desk, then hurried out the door, slamming it behind you. You tried desperately not to cry as you headed down to the break room.

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"Liv that was a little harsh," Rafael gave her a look, nothing the evil smile she had.

"What? She was being insubordinate! Calling you Rafa like that…"

"Right because only you can call me that," He smirked.

"Well I'm the only one who does," she pointed out. "And we're so close, she must have thought of she stated calling you that maybe you'd fall for her.”

"...you're nutty you know that?” He shook his head with a laugh.

“But you love me anyway,”. She gave him a tongued smiled.

"I do," he chuckled, gripping her hands .

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In the break room you tried to calm yourself down before going back up to Rafael’s office. You focused on what Chloe has said last night. He was already in love with you. You just had to draw it out

That was going to be exceptionally difficult now that Olivia knew you had done something. She's never gonna leave you alone with him. No she has to. I mean what is she gonna do, stay in his office all day? You'd just wait until she left. You filled his coffee and returned to his office this time knocking before you went in.

“Come in,” You heard him call through the door. You went in to see Liv had left. You looked up at the sky and mouthed a “THANK YOU.”.

"Here you are Mr. Barba." You handed him the coffee nervously.

"....Y'know I kind of liked it when you called me Rafa, Y/N." He gave you a smile. But not the normal office smile you were so used to...it was a smile you had only seen yesterday. Maybe….

"Oh. Um, yeah sure ok ...Rafa," you smiled back.

"I'm sorry I haven't said it before. I guess I shouldn't be so…"

"Snobbish," you chuckled remembering yesterday. Then suddenly remembered HE didn't remember yesterday. You looked at his once again stunned face, and you once again slapped your hands over your mouth.

"Oh god I am so--” You started to apologize, but to your relief he slowly started chucking that soon turned into a full laugh.

"Yeah, something like that." He shook his head while still laughing. He looked at you, catching your glance. He stopped laughing and just stared at you for a long moment.

I need you to remember today….

"...Do I have something on my face?" You started to rub your face embarrassed.

"No, I just…." He narrowed his eyes, inspecting your face as if he was trying to recall something. "I think I...I had a dream about you last night,"

You blushed, your heart fluttered. This was it, it was happening. It was really happening

"A good dream, I hope," you joked, trying to keep calm.

"The best," he smiled dreamily. Your face lit up, was it REALLY happening? Right now?

"Rafa, I--" You started to go for it.

"I'm sorry I don't know why I said it like that," he shook his head with a laugh. "I'm sure it was nice though,"

Nope. Not now.

"Right, I'm sure," you smiled, trying to hide the fact that you were dying inside.

"Are you okay?" He was actually paying enough attention to you to realize you were faking it

"What...yeah no I'm fine," you lied. "I just um, I didn't sleep well last night,"

"Oh. Well, feel free to make yourself something from my machine," he offered. He had never offered that before, his machine was too precious and too expensive to waste on anyone else.

"...Seriously? But that thing is your baby," You asked him astonished.

"...Something tells me I've been too focused on my 'things' lately," He chuckled.

"Oh well thank you sir,"

"Rafa carino, por favor," he said nonchalantly, then immediately stopped and looked at his desk in shock that those words fell out of his mouth so easily. You started at him equally shocked. Maybe this would be easier than you thought. You decided to run with it, maybe prodding more memories

"What's that mean?" You quickly asked. He stared at you for a second, still trying to figure out why he had called you that.

"It um--," he cleared his throat nervously. "Nothing," he lied. "It's just a word like amigo or kid"

Your face scrunched. Why would he lie? This is it. This is why you didn't know before. He's been trying to hide it!!!!!

"No it doesn't," You challenged him. What were you doing?! Was it totally smart to provoke him like this? What if he fired you?

"I'm sorry?” He asked, stunned.

“It means honey or sweetie, it's a term of endearment," You spit back the explanation he gave you yesterday.

“How do you know that…?” He was beyond suspicious.

How indeed. You raced your brain trying to think of a plausible reason.

“My best friend is Latina. She calls me that all the time,” You lied. Well, kind of lied. Chloe was Latina and spoke spanish, but she had never called you carino.

“….Then why did you ask me what it meant?” He kept suspicions.

“I wanted to see if you'd admit it,” You smirked at him. He was shocked. You had never been so informal with him, so bold, so snarky.

“….What has gotten into you, Miss y/l/n?” He suddenly asked you in a very “boss” like voice. Shit. He was pulling rank on you. You pushed too far.

"I…" Your smirk fell, your voice fell soft.

"That must have been some shit sleep you got. I suggest you go get caffeinated, compose yourself and come back more professional," He spat.

“...Y-yes sir.” You bolted out of the office.

As soon as you were gone, Rafael began to pace in his office. Why had he called you that? And so casually and easily? He was usually so careful about showing you any kind of favoritism or affection, it was highly unprofessional. And besides, you were too young for him. He couldn't be like a kid with a crush.

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After you came back you both kept quiet and professional. Exchanging only pleasantries and things, Both lost in your own insecurities and feelings. Finally at the end of the day you went into his office quietly .

“Well if you didn't need anything else sir, I'm going to take off.,” You said meekly.

“Y/N wait,” he got up and walked up to you. "I'm sorry about this morning, I misspoke and I shouldn't have taken it out on you,”

“Oh.” You weren't thrilled that he stuck to his denial of feelings, but at least he was chill again

“Oh it's fine,” you talked nervously.” I should have never been so flippant,”

“No no, actually it was quite refreshing,” he smiled. “You're usually so quiet and timid, I like this side of you,” He stroked your hair, then instantly realized what he was doing and stepped back. What was happening?!

“Ahem so I’ll see you--” He started to say goodbye, but he noticed a penguin charm you had dangling off your phone in your hand.

“Penguins,” He whispered.

“I’m sorry?” Your heart fluttered again.

“I love penguins,” He just said softly, almost as if in a trance.

“I know,” You went for it again.

“What? How do you know that?” The moment fleeted again, his memory long gone.

“Oh um,” You bit your lip. “I mean, who doesn’t love penguins? They’re adorable,”

“Indeed,” He nodded with a smile. “Always so dapper in their--

“Tuxedos,” You finished his thought. He stared at you in shock for the fiftieth time that day, but once again it flushed into a beautiful smile.

“Right,” He nodded again, still smiling.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Rafa," You smiled, a genuine flirty smile. At this rate you'd be right back where you were yesterday in no time.

Rafael just stood staring at the door after you left. What were you doing to him?

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As he walked out of his office, Olivia met him at the door, holding a cup of coffee.

"An apology latte," she smiled apologetically.

"I should get mad at you more often," he chuckled, taking and sipping the latte. He made a face.

"What?" Olivia's face turned to panic.

"Nothing, just kind of a weird aftertaste," he shrugged.

"Oh maybe they decaff’d you," she laughed nervously.

“Maybe…” He stared at the cup suspiciously.

“How about dinner? On me?” She offered, hoping to distract him.

“Sure….” He shook off his suspicion and smiled at her.

They walked arm in arm, Rafael was oblivious to the evil smile crawling across Olivia's lips.

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You went home floating on cloud nine. When you walked in the door Chloe was folding her laundry. When she saw you she smiled hugely at the door.

“So.. how did it go?” She grabbed your hand and pulled you to your couch.

“It was amazing. He didn't remember yesterday, but I think he has some idea of what happened. And I think it's drawing his feelings out!!” You clapped your hands together wildly.

“Girl that's awesome!” She giggled. “Well tomorrow you'll just have to look amazing. See if you can draw more out,” She grinned.

You went to bed feeling more hopeful than you had in a long time.

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