#Only for Wednesday to ask both of them out by a grave or something

[chaoticnerdsstuff]

Okay but why ship wars if poly exist?

#Hello Enid has two hands #honestly i wanna read a fic about them tbh #also multishipping exist i dunno why people are mad over ships in general😭😭 #enid and yoko making a competition who'd be able to woo Wednesday first #ofc enid and yoko already would be like a couple #we dont want a messy love triangle #Only for Wednesday to ask both of them out by a grave or something #WOW IT'S THREE AM #LMFAOOO THIS IS GOING TO BITE MY ASS TOMORROW HUH? #anyways #I dunno the ship name #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #yoko tanaka #wenclair #claroko? #I seriously dont know the ship names #BUT THEY'RE GAY THATS THE WHAT I WANTED TO SAY #yeah :D #rambles

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey I was wondering if you could do like Wednesday x fem yn but like Wednesday trying to tell mortica and gomez she has a gf and not knowing how they'd react and edin trys to help her and in the end they find out somehow you can pick if they take it good or bad but yea

A/n: I’ve seen this get asked to another person but I’m too proud of what I had already written to throw it away.

The crystal ball upon Wednesday’s desk taunted her with the impending call from her parents. Wednesday was something she hadn’t been in a long time; worried. The last time she had spoken with her parents, a lot had changed and one of the most recent and most prominent changes was that she had found herself a girlfriend.

How you met was the typical run of the mill meet cute, Wednesday was caught doing something she wasn’t meant to and she threatened to take your tongue, vocal chords and hands should you ever rat her out. Your response? “You’re beautiful.” Ever since then you had been constantly drawn to the chaos that was Wednesday Addams and not once has the thought of ever letting you go crossed her wicked mind. She was happy, a word she never thought she’d use in a lifetime but truly, for the first time in a long time she was happy. You made the insides of her hollow husk of a human vessel warm.

You lit a match and threw it upon her coal heart, setting it ablaze with the very foundations of life as the fires reflected in her dark eyes. You were her cara mia as she was your mon cher. For you Wednesday would die for you, kill for you, even live for you should you command it of her. It was moments like those that she began to see how alike she was to her father; Unhealthy obsessed with the object of their eternal attraction. So unhealthy in fact the pair might possibly be clinically insane with their love. However not even a highly facilitated psychiatric ward would be able to prevent Wednesday from coming back to you.

For she would have it burnt to the ground in your name as though she were a crazed religious fanatic, pleading her love to the only form of higher power that ever truly existed; You. If she had it her way, you’d both would’ve carved out and calcified your beating hearts for the other, to have and to hold until you were both cold and dead within the ground that would make up your grave. You would now and forever more belong to Wednesday as she would belong to you until the dark forces swelled you both whole; snuffing out your mortal flame for good.

So as Wednesday clamped down on her finger nails, bitting them right down to the nub and then some, Enid couldn’t help but feel concerned for her friend as she stared vehemently at her -seemingly- only form of communication with a look in her eyes. “What’s chomping you at the bit.” Enid asked, begrudging to know the answer but knew that Wednesday was in a situation where a friend was something that she could use right now. “My parents will be calling soon.” Wednesday merely said, not taking her eyes off of the crystal ball as though she was awaiting for it to go off.

“That’s great! Unless your relationship with them is questionable at best then that’s…not great.” Enid trails off when she began to notice that she wasn’t helping in making the situation any better even in the slightest. However the blonde wasn’t one to give up even in the face of adversity, Enid presses onward and upward. “My parents only sent me here to mold me in their image, to forge a carbon copy of themselves out of me by the time inn through with this place,” Enid stayed silent, “I get sent to the same dormitory my mother once resided, I have premonitions like she does.” Wednesday falls silent as her fists clenched in silent anguish.

“However I am not my mother, nor will I ever be like her because unlike her I have a heart to give and I gave it to y/n upon a moonlight night; the same night where the crows dropped dead before us and black dahlias bloomed by our feet.” Enid smiled warmly, remembering the twinkle in Wednesday’s eyes when she came back to the dome after her first official date with you down by the greenhouse. It was a dangerous twinkle but a twinkle none the less, Wednesday could’ve told her that you had a sparing match that ended with the tips of your blades poised at the others throat and the werewolf would’ve still somehow find it romantic.

“Now I am seemingly at an impasse with the illogical concerns of how my parents would react to me engaging in romantic circumstances with another girl, despite being well aware of their stances on societal demands.” Wednesday admitted, not use to feeling this vulnerable in front of another person but at this point in their relationship, Wednesday trusted Enid -despite how much of a gossip she could be- a smidge more then she did the rest of the student body that made up Nevermore. So if anything, this was Wednesday’s silent cry for Enid’s help and luckily she wasn’t overly dense to not notice.

“Wednesday,” Enid began as she moved over to stand by her friends’ side, “what your parents think shouldn’t reflect upon your relationship with y/n. You love her and she loves you, so why ruin a perfectly good thing by listening to what you parents think.” She places her hands on Wednesday’s shoulders and made sure that they were meeting eye to eye. “Never, not once, since I’ve came to know you had you given a shit about what others thought of you. So why give a shit now?” Wednesday has to admit, Enid was right. Why should she all of a sudden care when all she’s ever done thus far was deflect other peoples opinion on her. It made no logical sense but she guessed that now that you were in the picture with her; Wednesday worries about her parents perception of you.

Just as Enid was about to continue with her speech, the crystal ball went off and within the clear cut glass could the image of Gomez’ stout figure and Morticia’s taller frame could be seen as though they were actually trapped within the crystal itself. Upon seeing their daughter, Gomez and Morticia sat up straighter and smiled at Wednesday who only stared blankly at them, blinking slowly like a cat does when trying to convey their emotions to their owners. “There’s my little death moth, how’s Nevermore been treating you?” Gomez started as Morticia only took in her daughter’s expressions with a curious furrow in her brow but she didn’t speak upon it. Yet.

“Same as usual, however-“ “however you have found love, with a girl perhaps?” Wednesday straightened at her mother’s words. “How did you-“ “call it a mother’s intuition my dear death blossom.” Morticia’s unnerving voice cut her off as she looked to Gomez who was already looking at her, love sick. “Our daughter has found love Gomez, the ancestors must’ve blessed her already.” Gomez only grasped Morticia’s hand that rested on the chair arm tightly. “That’s amazing ‘tish, our little cope has found her forever mouse to play with until she too becomes a viper, until she becomes an Addams.” Wednesday perks up at this, her parents were indirectly giving you their blessing to marry her, to join your soul with hers as one until the end of your shared days.

Enid, still in the room, was trying her hardest not to squeal in excitement. Sure this event wouldn’t be until later down the line but she hopes she becomes your guys maid of honour.

#wednesday addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams fanfic #Wednesday Addams fic #Wednesday Addams imagines #Wednesday Addams imagine #wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagines #Wednesday fanfic #Wednesday fic

[bobbin-buckley]

Wednesday Addams Headcanons

Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and Smut (aged up!!)

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SFW

-When you both met Wednesday hated you she only disliked you because you were better than her at lots of things

-She didn’t actually really hate you she was just mad because she actually loved you

-All she would do is ignore you when she discovered these feelings. Enid told her that she should put on her big girl pants and ask you out

-Wednesday was always blaming you for this feeling, it wasn’t partially your fault I mean you’re so goddamn pretty

-She finally accepted this feeling and asked you out on a coffee date at WeatherVane. It went nicer than Wednesday expected, you exchanged numbers (you had to help her), gave her a kiss on the cheek and planned another date

-Sooner or later you asked Wednesday to be your girlfriend and how you really liked her

“The feeling’s mutual” she’d say

-After not even a few months of dating Wednesday was pretty protective of you

-If a guy were to flirt with you she’d give them a death glare causing them to flee

-You didn’t mind the Over-Protective-Wednesday-Addams it was honestly sweet that she cared for you so much, even if she wouldn’t show it physically

-Wednesday wasn’t much for physical touch, she was rather more for words. Eventually she adjusted to some touching like pinky holding, hugs, kisses on your knuckles, a kiss on her cheek or forehead

-some physical touch is always behind doors, Wednesday hates pda. The closes thing to pda you’ll get is her pinky holding under a table. It’s quite cute infact

-Wednesday was never for pet names but she’ll call you “Cara Mia” “Mi Amor” “Mon Tresor” “mea vita” in Spanish, French or Latin

-Enid tended to tease Wednesday about you, how she was so head over heels for you without even realizing it

-You guys eventually get a room if your own together

-Fencing matches, watching/listening to her play cello, hearing her type on her type writer, going to the raven with her, investigating together, she offers to grave dig with you and you actually enjoy it

-You’ll give her ideas for her writing and sometimes she’ll write them in

NSFW (Everyone is Aged up)

-More dom for sure, if you’d fight her over it she wouldn’t be slow thats for sure

-Honestly most times you guys have sex she prefers it vanilla, unless she’s feeling kinky and mad then roughness will come in

-Sex at night, never usually during the day because she’s worried Thornhill or Enid will walk in

-She’s moderately quiet there’ll be groans and whimpers from her, while as you…she wants to hear you scream but in the environment you’re in it won’t work out

-Enid almost walking in on you guys

-She’d definitely do knife play and pain play, she won’t be crazy about it like actually stab you. She doesn’t wanna hurt you too much. (So she’s still soft even during intimate)

-probably owns a strap, a black strap ina box under her bed (uses it once in a while)

-Will throw thing out of the room and will lock him in a drawer if he ever attempts to spy

-She really tries to pleasure you, she’s never done nor thought about having sex with someone (obviously this is aged up)

-She loves pleasuring you, even if she likes to make you hold your orgasm or pulls away before you cum but other than that she likes to please you well

-I’d say she is the type to do queening (face sitting) she loves having you sit on her face, like actually sit she likes the thrill of not being able to breath while tongue fucking you

-She is soft during sex, making sure your okay if she does something different or if she accidentally hurts you

“This okay?”

“Okay…I’m going to put it in Amor”

“Shit, are you alright?” “Wednesday Addams apologizing? No way” “shut up…but seriously”

-Whenever you’re top (rare) she wants you to be rough with her she loves pain. You are always unsure about it but she claims she’s fine

-Aftercare is a meh for her. She’ll make you a bath but you’re kinda on your own from there (depending on how you feel) like if she went rough and you’re super tired and can’t walk she’ll help you to the bathroom but otherwise ur good

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Where are my little gays at?

Sorry for a late upload I’ve been going through something and I broke up with my gf so it’s been hard for me to find motivation but I’m alive! I think?

Anyways, I’m starting something for Tara rn I think you guys will like it cause I love it

But have a good day/night! 😃

#wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #enid sinclair #wednesday x enid #wednesday series #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega

[yourmomazfav]

Dating Wednesday Addams Would Include

Wednesday Addams x gn reader

-She would never openly admit it to anyone, but she was already whipped for you before the two of you had even started dating.

-Looking at you when she wasn't in your line of vision so you couldn't see you.

-She could never wrap her head around your immediate loyalty to her when you had befriended her. Not one single lie, and you always told her where you were going and how long you thought you were gonna be.

-She would obviously reply with 'I didn't ask'. But she liked knowing when she would next be expecting to see you.

-She would never tell anyone that either. She's have to kill them if anyone found out.

-As you both grew closer, she would pick up on the little things you did, if it was losing something, she would just so happen to have one herself 'unwillingly' giving it to you.

-And when she had finally figured out why she felt spiders in her stomach around you, she thought you were a witch that had cursed her. Not that she was complaining.

-Maybe you had snuck a love potion into the coffee you brought her selflessly that morning, or any morning she saw you. Actually, scratch that. It was anytime she saw you.

-But mainly when you both went for walks in the night, she totally wasn't staring at you, thinking of how delectable you looked with the moonlight bouncing off your face.

-Eventually the sickening feeling she got around you became way too much, causing her to storm to your dorm and bang on the door, demanding answers.

-Questions like 'What did you do?' or 'It is some sick curse isn't it?'

-All you could do was laugh at the oblivious girl, while she threatened to gouge your eyes out with her bare hands.

-Telling her she wouldn't be able to reach.

-When your laughter had died down you explained to her what she was feeling, while she nodded along. Almost choking when you told her it meant she liked you.

-It took her a moment before she excepted it and asked how you felt.

-To which you reciprocated said feelings.

-After that you were just together.

-Attached to the hip, some may say. It was true though, you followed each other wherever the other went.

-If Wednesday was on an investigation, you followed.

If she was in her dorm during her writing time, you were laying on her bed.

-If you were eating in the lunch hall despite how crowded, she was right next to you.

-If you were in the library or at an extracurricular, guess what. She was there.

-You listened on her rants about her family, or her investigation plans.

-And she listened to you ramble about things you're interested in.

-Doodling on her notes in class, she tried to stop at first but she gave up after a while.

-Coffee dates.

-Definitely convinced you to go grave digging with her once, and she totally didn't laugh when you gagged at the smell of dead bodies.

-Holding hands under tables, she is definitely one of the types to say. 'No one can touch me but you'.

-Will paint your nails like hers if you beg her enough.

-Same goes for cuddling, at first she would just lay beside you with her arms still crossed over her chest. Then it was you laying you head on her chest, her arms crossed over you. And the more and more you cuddled she would become looser and more relaxed until she would curl into you.

-Many many nicknames, all of which are in different languages. Call her cute and she will try and bite your hand off, same goes if you call her short.

-Her kisses are to die for, her lips are always so soft and sweetly tasting for you.

-She one hundred percent sighs into kisses, you can literally feel her melt into you. It's one of the greatest things ever.

-You can only imagine how great making out with her is, especially when she gets touchy.

-Her family ADORES you, Morticia instantly picked up on the way her daughter looked at you, the exact way she looked at Gomez.

-Gomez would definitely fence with you.

-Pugsley loves you too, what he loves most is how he can literally talk to you without you dismissing him like Wednesday does, and he loves your hugs.

-Wednesday just loves you so very much.

#Wednesday (Series) #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x reader

[lethalchiralium]

canon happiness series lore:

if simon ever dies, he would make price promise to be a father to his daughter and keep you happy.

ghost made price swear on the little cross he wears after his first meeting with mellie that price has to protect both his daughters and keep you happy.

price breaks his promise every day by keeping simon alive. he couldn’t die when he has two beautiful children waiting up all hours of the night for him, simon couldn’t die when he was all you had.

UNCANON LORE:

if simon did die, price would move in and immediately be at your side. he’d take care of the funeral, he’d take care of the girls, he’d sit with you when you needed to sit under the shower spray and cry.

it would be years later that the lines would get blurry, the girls older and their memories hazy of their real father - only winnie remembers simon. mellie only knows price as her dad, the one who walked her and her sister to and from school, the one who showed up to career day, the one cussing out the principal for not disciplining the boy who had hit winnie. mellie wouldn’t remember the days where she clung to her real father, crying whenever anyone dared to take her from him.

he would sleep in your bed. his arms around you and your back to his chest. you didn’t know that you subconsciously face away from him, because you always faced simon when he slept and now he’s dead. if you face away, you won’t feel the pain when price leaves too. price’s presence doesn’t replace simon’s, he just creates a new mold to fit into - being the loving father and doting husband that simon was. just now, he wears a silver wedding ring and you still wear the gold one from many years ago.

you would have a son. a little creature that simon was so scared to love, but john cradled that boy in the delivery room like the most precious thing in the world. john’s little boy murmured in that little blanket and all you could feel was simon’s fear. simon had rubbed off on you more than you thought. you loved your son, he looked beautiful but you were so scared that that little boy would become something that price could still be - lifeless, a bullet to a heart with only his best friend to comfort him as he went.

price would love him anyway. he loved you anyway. he had retired right after simon was killed, so taking care of all of the kids would be no hassle. even as little oliver got older, he was just like his sisters, which in turn meant he was just like simon. loving, caring, emotional. price took pride in the girls and his son. god might have taken away his best friend, but He gave price a chance to see simon again.

you told price once that you hoped you went before he did so you never had to live without him, and you did. peacefully, on a wednesday afternoon in your sleep. winter grace, melody ivy, and oliver simon were by your side, captain john price held your hand and told you that it was okay. your babies were grown, kids of their own; little kittens and big dogs to keep them company. that he would be okay, that simon was waiting for you.

he had passed two days later of a broken heart. the woman who gave him a family, even if you didn’t mean to, had given him the one thing he wanted in life and now you were gone. only melody was with him, helping him pick out photos that he wanted to use for your funeral. she had asked a question about simon when she found a photo of him and you, price couldn’t utter a word. her whole life she believed price was her father, you wouldn’t correct her as it would bring up too much pain. only winnie would talk about him. he told her what flowers you wanted, that he would like white tulips when he goes. melody only laughed, saying, “dad, you’re not goin’ for a while.” price made sure that melody knew you were to be buried next to lieutenant simon riley, that price’s grave stone be smaller than the lieutenant’s. he wanted to be buried next to you, and to make sure that you got your favorite flower every month and that the cross that you wore when you died be kept by winnie. he had promptly gone upstairs to take a nap and simply never woke up.

mellie kept his wishes. she, winnie, and oliver attended the joint funeral - burying them together next to their mother’s lover and their dad’s best friend. the two children named by simon riley and the one named after him stood over the gravestones, all three children grieving a different parent. captains mactavish and garrick, as well as colonel vargas and his husband former sergeant major parra would stand with them. the four soldiers left dimes on price’s grave. three soldiers left dimes on riley’s, but only one placed a quarter. captain mactavish.

those men would watch over the riley girls and the price boy, walk the girls down the aisle and hold oliver’s son when he was born. they would take care of any of their needs, did anything they asked.

the 141 was buried together, and when they joined their friends in the afterlife, everything was finally alright. your hand held onto simon’s, price’s hand on your shoulder. a little boy was on simon’s hip, one who looked exactly like him and you. the son you lost. and that little boy squealed at the arrival of every one of his uncles, a little boy that was full of happiness.

you had a good life.

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yeah i just rambled for thirty fucking minutes. what did you expect from me. i’ve cried over this. now i want to write a price family fic because FUCK that’s why

also if you know the coin rule that we do in america, good on you.

also oliver’s name will make more sense in the lover chapter of happiness

#i’m sad and i needed the thoughts out of my head before i exploded #simon ghost riley #simon riley #call of duty #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #lethalchiralium #lethal chiralium #simon ghost riley x wife!reader #simon riley x wife!reader #happiness series #captain price x reader #john price x wife!reader #john price x reader #simon riley x you #captain john price

[ownedbyfictionalwomen]

would you like to write something like:

modern abby and her best friend are both working on their athletic careers but trying to always be there for each other!

until one day- volleyball player! reader had an important game and abby forgot about it, going out with her friends after her training session! but when she goes (running) to the place of the match there's no one other than a sad reader (her team lost) and they start arguing but then abby kisses her 😔

[thank you for everything you post 🤍 wish you a lot of happiness (and yes i'm in love with your acc)]

would i like to write something like this??? ughhhhh... yes please, baby. I'm sorry it took me so long to get to the request... i have just been in such a rut recently but sexy abby anderson can always break me out of it.

let's go :)

warnings: fem!reader, alcohol, love, mutual pining, tongue sucking and some making out, an ass grab, boobie talk, a baseball reference

the match wasn't going the way you wanted needed it to. it didn't matter how many points you won, the other team just seemed to do one better... and it was eating at you.

and what was worse? you couldn't see her in the crowd.

abby. your best friend. your personal cheerleader. nowhere to be seen. and that somehow felt worse than all of your hard work training for this match going to waste.

the referee blew her whistle long and hard, signalling the end of the game as the other side of the net erupted into cheers and celebrations, and it broke your heart. you had lost before, you were a well-seasoned athlete in your last year of college, a professional contract just out of reach, but each loss hurt just as bad as the one before it.

but if a loss was a broken heart, a forgotten promise was your heart being ripped out; she swore she would be here, at the back of the bleachers where she usually sat, her fingers crossed in the hope that you would once again lead your team to victory. instead, she was...

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... at the fucking bar. her teammates all crowded around a table, pizzas and vodka-sodas covering the expanse of the dark wood as they all celebrated a successful practice and a week free from competition.

abby had gone a little too hard, she and her co-captain jokingly practicing their victory speeches and doing a shot or two of tequila before falling into an easy yet slightly slurred chat.

"so, you going to that party becky was talking about tomorrow?" abby asked, throwing her pizza crust onto the tray in front of them and taking another drink from the waitress who offered her one.

"you mean the party on friday?" her friend laughed, jokingly sliding abby's drink away from her, hinting at the fact that abby might have had a little too much.

she couldn't help the chuckle that burst out of her lungs at (what she thought was) a joke.

"yeah, tomorrow." abby paused, her eyes widening, "tomorrow is friday."

"abs... tomorrow is thursday," was what she heard, solidifying her nightmare.

but it still took abby a good 30 seconds to take in the news, and another 30 seconds to realise the grave mistake that she had made; wednesday, your match. shit.

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the steel of the door smashed against the palms of her hands as she flung the sports hall's door open, rushing inside and making it only to the edge of court before she saw you, head in your hands and weeping. if abby listened closely enough, she could hear your quiet sniffles.

"everyone else's friends managed to come," you rushed out, albeit quietly, only just lifting your head enough to meet her eyes, "so you better have a damn good excuse."

abby dropped her head, her right hand automatically sliding around the back of her neck to try to expel some of her awkwardness and guilt. she didn't say anything, she couldn't, because she had no reason good enough for upsetting her best friend.

"nevermind. i can smell the fucking tequila from here." you raised your voice, letting your anger take control as you shoved your sports bag onto your shoulder and made to leave, only making it two steps before abby came up behind you, grabbing your wrist.

"i have no excuse, okay? i forgot, and i'm sorry." choosing the honesty route, she let the words hang in the air behind you, your eyes still pointed away from her.

"we lost, abby." the anger that was once at the wheel wasn't there for long as your earlier disappointment floated back into your head. you stepped back into abby's chest as she laid her chin on top of your head and wrapped an arm around your chest, your back plastered to her front.

"i'm so sorry, honey."

"i needed you here, abs." you whispered, turning around in her embrace to look into her eyes, your arms instinctively going around her waist, holding her closer.

it happened slowly: that first look down at your lips, stealing the words off her tongue as she shot her eyes back up to yours, seeing that they too were now pointing down slightly. and then she couldn't stop herself from leaning in closer, and closer, until your mouths touched gently, your recently glossed lips sliding over hers.

she had once thought about your first kiss, thinking it would never come but hoping so desperately that it would. it would be soft and slow and tender- and it was all of those things, for the first ten seconds.

and then abby felt your hand slip into her hair behind her braid and your breasts squish against her hard chest, your nipples grazing against hers through your sports bras.

you made abby lose it; sucking her tongue into your mouth and sucking on it, tasting her desperately as her hands slid to your ass, squeezing roughly and making you yelp and lose contact.

"okay okay, wait," you said, a hand on abby's chest, keeping her at bay. "i'll forgive if you let me go to third base."

abby laughed, out of breath, "i don't play baseball but you can eat me out."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #hann answers

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 4)

Note: Wednesday’s here! I know I said she was coming in part 5 but apparently pt 4 will be too short for my standard if I don’t include her here. I thought a lot about putting Wednesday as the reader’s roommate but I’m afraid I would ruin the amazing dynamics between Enid and Wednesday because I love them too much so this is how I’ll present it. 

Summary: Witch!Reader decided to train with Tyler on controlling the Hyde but she realized she might have become the Hyde’s master unintentionally. Back in the dorm, she met the mystery new student, Wednesday Addams, for the first time. Turned out Wednesday might not be that mysterious in the reader’s eyes. 

Warning:

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The woods around us did nothing to keep out the frigidness of the winter’s wind. The deeper we wandered into the forest, the colder it got. Tyler’s hand was far warmer than mine. He’d held my hand tightly inside the pocket of his coat. The solacing temperature was the total contradiction of the nervousness we shared at the moment. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Tyler asked. His lips were trembling, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold or anxiousness. 

“It’ll be fine.”I answered stoically. 

I didn’t believe that the Hyde were uncontrollable beast who lived only for the mayhem and death. With Tyler’s temperamental issues deteriorated, I couldn’t bear to see him walking down a path that could destroy him. Joy was right. If I couldn’t understand him fully as a Hyde, both him and I would soon succumb to the taste for massacre that I had tried to left behind. 

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you.” Tyler hadn’t let loose of my hand the moment we left the car. I knew the image of my first grave encounter in his captivities haunted him still. 

“You’ll never hurt me.” I brushed my knuckles over his cheekbone, taking a few step as he transformed. 

His eyes were the first to change. They turned from the dark, dynamic brown into a frantic amber shade, bloodshot with a frantic beastly madness. His skin, a shade of pale grey. His stature, tall, distorted with muscles that ended at his massive claws. His teeth, sharp as a blade with a yellowish roughness. The claw he once broke off in me had grew back wholly. As he had fully turned into the Hyde, a hint of Tyler was nowhere to be found in the terrifying creature standing in front of me. The reason why people feared the Hydes were obvious. 

The Hyde let out a grim, frightful roar as he turned around. His eyes focused on me, the only living creature in his sight. Yet, somehow, I didn’t get the fright as the prey to his hunter this time. Something was different. 

“Calm down, Tyler. It’s me, Y/N.” I held out both hands in front of me, approaching the beast in my utmost cautiousness. 

He stopped his low growling immediately. Steam escaped the gaps of his teeth with each breath he took. As the Hyde lowered his strong, clawed arms, I reached out carefully to touch his arm. His hands pressed firmly down to the ground, leaving a mark on the snow, but he didn’t move, not even a slight twitch. 

“It’s okay… It’s okay…” I mumbled, wasn’t sure if I was saying it to him or to myself. My hand made its contact with the sickly grey skin as I reached down slowly. He lowered his head, bringing his knees on the ground in the process. It took me a moment to realize he was nibbling his head against mine. My hand brushed softly over his teeth. His breath was hot… way hotter than any regular human’s breath even in the snow. 

“Speak to me, Tyler.” My lips rubbed against his scorching skin. A low but gentle grunting came from the back of his throat, which was almost like his way of communicating. 

Suddenly, a deer hopped across a bush, making a creaking sound. Both of us snapped to the direction of the deer. With a primal roar, the Hyde’s instinct took him to chase after the animal. “No, Tyler! Come back!” I cried out vehemently. 

And he stopped. 

Tyler stopped his chasing and watched quietly as the deer disappeared into the depth of woods. With a low snarl, he dragged his gigantic limbs across the snow, back to me. Like an impossible link that connected me to the creature before, he did every order I’d said, without any hesitation. 

I straightened my back, approaching the beast with slow steady steps. 

But will you, will you die for me… 

“That’s enough. Bring Tyler back to me.” As my words dropped, Tyler morphed back into his human form, naked, panting for air. I took off my coat to covered his exposing skin. 

Neither of us had a clue how that happened. How I got the Hyde to listen to my every bidding. But now I did know one thing for sure, I could control the Hyde, for the malevolent or benevolent. 

I cupped his face to plant a light kiss on his forehead. “See, you didn’t hurt me, not even that deer.” 

As I attempted to help Tyler up, he wrapped his arms behind my hip suddenly, burying his face in my stomach. I felt his harsh inhales through the thin fabric of my shirt. It was a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. 

“Tyler…” I placed my hand over his shoulder blade. 

“Don’t leave me… Not you too…” My shirt was tugged tightly in his fists behind my back. It was like he had turned into a child all a sudden, frightened and scared to be left alone. Even when we were younger, I had never seen him in such a state. He had always been my protector. I didn’t necessarily need it, only to him. At times, I suspected he was crying, but when he turned around to me, he’d put up the strong, big brother façade again. 

“Never. I promise. Never.” 

Ever since our training in the woods, I’d been staying in Tyler’s house more than I did in my own dorm. Part of it was to keep Thornhill away from him, partly was to keep a closer eye on his more sinister alter ego from the others. He didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, I realized he’d prefer if I stayed by his side at all time. That wasn’t up to me, unfortunately. I intended to fulfil my responsibilities as a student by attending to class, re-learning everything I’d already know. I didn’t need it but my father, or should I say, my current father insisted. The less time I spend in the dorm, the more I fell out of touch with the affairs and gossips that circulated the school. 

After my usual fencing practice, I placed the blade by my closet, weary from the movement. It’d never been my forte, physical combat. I preferred the chaos much more. Sadly, the display of power was strictly prohibited during practice. I threw my bag over my shoulder, ready for another night crashing Tyler’s place. As I opened my door, I ran into a gloomy, pigtailed girl, standing in front of my door, staring and observing without making the slightest of noise. The dark circles hanging below her eye socket was particularly distinct in the clear contrast of her sickish pale complexion. 

“Can I help you?” I asked, slightly caught off guard. She didn’t move an inch from me but neither did I. The tip of her nose was right in front of my lips. 

“I thought this room was unoccupied.” She said. Her tone was flat. It was obvious she wasn’t here to make friendly banters. 

“Evidently not.” I straightened my back. It was like an awfully uncomfortable stare-off. “You must be Enid’s new roommate. I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” 

I had never seen her in person, but there were all kinds of elaborated rumours and speculation about her transfer to Nevermore. 

“Wednesday.” Wednesday’s face remained an apathetically straight face as she took a step away from me. I understood how her reputation in school was coloured in such a grim, morbid shade, judging from her demeanours. I didn’t find it weird or unbecoming… Intriguing would be the exact description of how I felt about her. 

“Charmed.” I nodded, side-stepped away from her and closed the door behind me. 

Wednesday stood in front of my door, staring as I walked towards the stairs. 

“It’s nice meeting you, Wednesday.” I threw a meaningful wink at her as I descended the stairs. There was something about Wednesday that stirred up a strange interest in me. The energy that enveloped her was similar to an ancient clan of witches that I ran into a long time ago. It was a true tragedy, what happened to that girl, Goody Addams. 

#tyler x reader #tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday #netflix #when daylight fades

[ladytanithia]

WIP Wednesday

Toying with an idea for Miranja's future... not sure if I want to go this route, and not sure whether Faendal would react this way after a long friendship, lots of adventures together, and serving as her steward for a few years, but my mind likes to fixate on horribly sad things sometimes. Working title is Losing Faendal.

@dirty-bosmer @thequeenofthewinter @thechaosdragoness @gwilin-stay-winnin @skyrim-forever @mareenavee

The sight that met Miranja's eyes was distressing. Camilla lay in a heap on the floor, and Faendal hung by his wrists, locked in shackles on the wall, dull-eyed and despondent.

Pulling out the key she'd taken from the bandit chief, she rushed to Faendal. "I came as fast as I could, as soon as I got Endur's message." She unlocked the shackles and let him down, then she turned to Camilla to check her.

"Don't bother; she's dead," Faendal spat bitterly, sitting on his knees, rubbing life back into his arms. "She's been lying there for hours."

An invisible fist clenched around Miranja's heart. "Oh, Faendal... I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I was too late to save both of you." Her throat clenched up along with her heart, and she fell to her knees next to him, sobbing, reaching for his arm to help him massage the blood back into the numb limb.

But Faendal pulled away with a hateful grimace, and Miranja retracted her hand as if he'd slapped it, her mouth an O of surprise. Her heart stopped altogether for a moment in her bewilderment. She took a breath to ask him why, but he spoke before she could, his tone venomous.

"Don't touch me. You want to do something for me? Then go to the nearest town and send a cart for Camilla. And don't come back. I don't want to see you again. I'm going back to Riverwood, and you can find yourself another steward."

"Faendal..." she squeaked out weakly, choking on her sobs.

"I'm sorry I ever got involved with you. This only happened because some sick Blood Horker bastards wanted revenge against you. My wife is a casualty because of what you've done. My son is motherless." His voice cracked on the last word, and he crawled over to Camilla's body, bending over her with his back to Miranja and sobbing.

All Miranja wanted to do was throw herself on the floor and weep and beg Faendal to have mercy, but she knew all that would do was antagonize him. She got to her feet and ran, blind with tears, back to the cave entrance. Back outside, she screamed her despair to the heavens until her voice was ragged.

She staggered, exhausted, into Rorikstead, heading straight to Sissel's farm, where she pressed a coin purse into Sissel's hand without counting the gold, begging her to take a produce cart to Orotheim as soon as possible, telling her that a woman had been killed and needed the appropriate preparation for burial. She knew that under Bosmer beliefs, Faendal was supposed to consume his dead wife, take her essence into himself, but Camilla's brother was still nearby and would want to inter her in Imperial fashion. Faendal would be sick with the thought of Camilla's body rotting in a grave, but they weren't in Valenwood, and he had to abide by the law of the land.

Throughout everything, she'd never stopped loving him. She had been both happy for him and sick for herself when he and Camilla had married, when they had announced Camilla's pregnancy, when they had announced the birth of their son. She had showered them with gifts, made sure they had everything they needed. They had all loved each other, and Miranja had loved Faendal's son as if he was her own. She was beside herself with disbelief that it could have all gone up in smoke with one horrific event.

Faendal had married Camilla because she was "safe" and he'd never have to worry about her - yet because they were associated with Miranja, neither he nor Camilla had ever really been safe. It was her fault. Never before had she so resented being the "heroine" everyone had made her out to be.

#skyrim #elder scrolls #miranja #fanfic #ao3 #tesblr #bosmer #faendal #tanithia writes

[theshelbyclan]

Hi! So maybe a little random but you mentioned before something about writing for Enola Holmes and could you maybe just write me a short piece with Enola and Sherlock and maybe him tickling her? I really love how well you write the wholesome family stuff 😊😊

Hi! I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d be the right one to write this one, but a decided to try it anyways, because who can refuse such fluff? Just before I do, maybe check out @astheskycries (I hope you don’t mind me tagging you) for more very similar to what you asked for. Or @cas-kingdom for all the Henry inspired fluff? Hope I did your idea some justice after all 😊

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Enola sighed deeply, “I already told you, I know I’m right.”

“Clearly not,” Sherlock answered swiftly.

“If he really had been away for two weeks, then why would he not have left his dog with the landlady, as he always does? Explain that to me, my genius brother!”

“Because,” Sherlock took a deep breath and tried his best to keep his face in check. In truth, he loved nothing more than playing these deductive games with his little sister. She’d become quite the formidable counter player in his absence. “Because he left suddenly on a Wednesday. His landlady goes to visit her sister on Wednesdays, everyone knows that.”

“But he didn’t leave on a Wednesday!” She pointed an accusing and fiery finger at him, “He left on a Tuesday, hence the curtains.”

He frowned. He hadn’t thought of the curtains yet.

“There’s a flaw in your reasoning,” Enola remarked triumphantly. “There’s something you’ve missed.”

“I have not,” he almost sulked, “It is you who has missed something. Forgotten about the pie already, little sister?”

“Oh, but that’s nothing. That just means his brother came up from the country.” Enola waved a disinterested hand, “It is you who has missed the blatant obvious.”

“Which is?”

“He’s a man who craves adventure. He is a lawyer, as you mentioned, but one who will only take up cases that lead him into danger. He’s in need of money, did you not see the state of his shoes? Still, he takes cases that don’t pay him as well as they should, but he takes those that require him to visit dark alleyways and grubby little pubs. He is, as I said, a ruffian at heart.”

“A ruffian. Really?” Sherlock scoffed.

A smile formed on Enola’s face, “I’m not surprised you missed it, but I of course did not.”

“And why did you not, but you presume that I did?”

“Well, we’re very different, you and I.”

Sherlock sat down and played a few notes on his violin, absentmindedly, “Indeed, we are.”

“I have mother’s disposition, and am more wild of spirit…”

“…which almost got you hanged!”

“whereas you are more like…”

Sherlock’s head shot up, “I sincerely hope you aren’t referring to…”

“Someone we are both very well acquainted with.”

“Enola…” he warned.

“Mycroft.”

Her brother sprang from his chair and called out, “That is a grave insult, young lady!”

Enola let herself fall down in her brother’s chaise longe, “I’m afraid it’s true. You have no appetite for danger nor fun. Just like him.”

“I’m sorry?”

And for a moment, Enola feared she’d actually gone to far and she had really hurt him. She stared at him and waited.

Sherlock looked down, but his expression betrayed no emotion. After a while, he said, “When you were little, you and I used to laugh together at Mycroft’s expense. You often stole his important papers and I’d make up riddles for him to solve, in order to get them back.”

Enola didn’t remember much about her older brothers, but this bit of information did awaken some memories, and she suddenly felt a warmness towards this one in particularly.

“He’d become furious of course and shout and stomp about the house in anger,” he continued. “And sometimes you’d steal my work too…”

“But you never got angry,” she finished. “You would just play with me.”

Sherlock nodded and walked over to his sister, “I did however chase you all around the house and in order to get my work back…”

Enola’s eyes widened.

“I’d do this!” Suddenly he dove down and started tickling Enola. She shrieked and tried to get away, but it was no use. “Sherloooooock!”

“Ah, not so clever now, are we?” he grinned down at the mess of hair and limbs and drilled his thumbs down at her ribs, which had a particular satisfying effect.

“Hahahaha, I, haha, amahah, not, aaah, a child anymohahahare!”

Moving his hands down to her stomach, Sherlock frowned, “Really? I hadn’t noticed. Seems to me you haven’t changed much at all.”

Finally, after what felt like forever, he stopped and Enola breathed heavily, “Neither have you, brother.”

He stood up straight and fixed his waistcoat, back to his nearly impossible to read face, “You used to think I was fun.”

She tried to tame her hair a little, but not with much success, “Alright, maybe you still are.” Because however much her dignity had been hurt in the process, Enola enjoyed her brother like this immensely.

“Unlike Mycroft?”

Enola smirked, “Unlike Mycroft.”

“Good!” Sherlock walked away abruptly, “That’s the fun handled, now for the danger. I have a case and I would appreciate your help with it.”

“Oh?” his sister sprang up expectantly, “And does this involve any dark alleys or seedy pubs?”

“Indeed it does, dear sister,” he smiled over his shoulder, already halfway out the door, “Follow me. The game is afoot!”

#enola holmes #enola x Sherlock #sherlock holmes #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fandom #sherlock imagine #sherlock x sister #henry cavill #tickle fluff #tickle fic

[hello-nichya-here]

My thoughts on Netflix’s Wednesday - Season One

(Minor spoilers)

The Good

The Main Character - This was the point that could have killed the show if they had gotten it wrong. I loved how Jenna Ortega played the character, most of the writting for her ranged from great to at least okay, and the aesthetic was perfect. The morbid interests and dark humor were spot on, and she managed to stay true to the character’s “cold” demeanor even in scenes where she is happy, sad or angry. 

Protective Big Sister - I loved seeing how much Wedsnesday and Pugsley cared about each other, even with her being “emotionless.” So many people forget that her “torturing” him is really a way of showing affection, so it was nice to not only have him say he missed being waterboarded, but also have her go out of her way to defend him when he was actually being mistreated. It is a shame that he wasn’t in more of the episodes. I think the show would have been better focusing on Wednesday, but still having her little brother going to the same school as her, so they could interact more.

A Helping Hand - While it would have been nice to have Pugsley form a trio with them, Thing and Wednesday as a duo was a lot of fun. The show really did a good job at making him very expressive and with a ton of personality, even though he is just a hand (who is allowed to tell people to go fuck themselves now, so thanks for that, Netflix). The scars were a cool touch, the effect was good, and they made the right call by NOT explaining why/how he is alive - and even going as far as making it so even the current Addams don’t really know it either.

Seriously, I could make a post all about how much I love Thing, not just in this version, but in the comics, 60′s show, and 90′s movies. It’s absurd how charismatic a HAND can be. I cannot believe THE most emotional scene in the entire show was all about him, and I 1000% bought it. 

Points for the actors for making it believable that they can understand him, bond with him, be annoyed at him, or scared of it, because half of Thing’s performance is on the people reacting to him - again, gotta hand it (hehehe) to Jenna Ortega since she interacted with him the most, and I never questioned how this was happening or that he was family to her.

Daddy’s Girl - Gomez calling Wednesday things like his “little scorpion” and her assuring him that he was a good dad was really sweet, and it was his best scene in the whole show.

Proud Mama - There’s something too cute about Morticia loving to see her little girl digging a grave.

The Cello Scenes - They were dramatic and cool and made Wednesday happy. Everything I could ask for. Obviously, the best one has to be her playing it while causing mayhem at a celebration to a pilgrim - it just reminded me of that epic scene of the Thanksgiving play in Addams Family Vallues.

Her Friends - It is always nice when the normal (or not so normal) people bond with the Addams, and I love Wednesday’s struggle to understand/experience emotion while bonding with them.

Uncle Fester - Pretty much everything about his part on the show was great, I loved him bickering with Thing and spending some quality time with Wednesday, and it was cool that they actually used his power to conduct electricity in a way that was both useful to the story AND funny.

Morbid Fun -  Obligatory for any minimally decent story that involves the Addams. Personal favorites have to be Wednesday’s birthdays, her making her roommate pass out by being too excited to talk about violent murders, and her trying to murder the swim team with piranhas because no one tortures her brother except for her.

Nods To Past Incarnations Of The Addams - They put a big, dumb smile on my face whenever I spotted them. There was just the right amount to pay sweet homages without it getting annoying or too meta. 

Christina Ricci - I can’t be objective about this. Her character didn’t always work, but I love Christina, and she can make even the dumbest parts sound either convincing or at least enjoyably bad (especially her defending herself from angry bees by shooting them, Florida Man style). It is also great to see her and Jenna play off of each other on screen. My brain sometimes forgot that I wasn’t seeing two Wednesdays interacting. 

The Narration - Any opportunity for Wednesday’s dry, dark humor is a win in my books.

The Bad

The Narration (Again) - When they use it for a generic detective monologue to make the cliff-hangers more “important”, it kind of ruins the vibe. 

Mommy Issues - Really? THE ADDAMS FAMILY has a problem of the parents expecting the kids to follow on their foot-steps, regardless of their wishes and explicit verbal objections? REALLY? The family whose whole deal is “Happier than all the normies because they actually LISTEN and appreciate each other the way they are?” Fuck off!

Even in things like the 90′s movies, when they send the kids to summer camp, they only do it because they were tricked into thinking that’s what Wednesday and Pugsley want, and when their baby magically turns normal, they’re not happy but try to adapt for his sake. You can’t force the Addams Family into a typical family drama and play it straight, it just flat out doesn’t work and goes against the very core idea of the characters.

The Tone/Teen Drama -   I was going to put this on the Meh category, but it got annoying real fast, especially when centered around characters that were not as interesting or well written as Wednesday - who like I said, was already struggling to make that shit work. 

The Addams Family started as satire. It’s strengths are on THAT genre. It can be light-hearted, or morbid, but it has to be funny and not take itself too seriously, even when taking the drama up to eleven. The show really should have kept that in mind. I’m not saying there were no fun moments, but they played the drama too straight in some situations, and by doing so they leaned on the character’s weakenesses.

Gomez & Morticia’s (Lack Of) Chemistry - This one is painful for me to write. Gomez and Morticia are one of the best, if not THE best, couples in any media, so to have an adaptation in which every declaration of their undying love for each other feels fake is just sad. We even had an entire episode focused on what was supposed to be a super romantic moment for them, and I was counting the seconds for it to be over. If it had been Angelica and Raul, or Carolyn and John, it would have been the most romantic thing ever, even with...

The “Gomez Might Be A Murderer” Plot - Really? Gomez and Morticia never told ANYONE about the time he let people believe he was a “murderer” (it was self-defense for God’s sake) out of love for Morticia? Not even to their eldest child, who mutilated and nearly killed people to protect her brother?

And come on, WEDNESDAY is shocked that her dad might have killed someone? WHY were the Addams taking that shit so seriously? Their family tree has ALL kinds of lunatics, killers, and psychopaths, plenty of which were either locked away forever or brutally murdered, and they CELEBRATE IT. Why are they ashamed/scared now, and ONLY for this plot, which was so banal it was resolved IN A SINGLE EPISODE?

This was completely out of place, to the point that if someone told me this idea was meant for some regular teen drama, was never used, and the writers just slapped a supernatural aspect to it as the last second to force it into this story.

Random “Woke” Lines/Plot - Netflix, stop trying to pretend you give a shit about things like oppression and bigotry, or at least get better at pretending you care. It’s so fucking fake and distracting, it completely took me out of the show, though thankfully it wasn’t that frequent, and was often dropped almost right away - but it just highlights how out of place it is. 

Again, one of the few moments that actually worked was Wednesday playing the cello while she burns everything down, especially because that one also had the aspect of “Don’t force Wednesday to do things if you’re not ready for her to retaliate and then rub some harsh truths in your face” 

Gomez’s Kiss Sounds - WHY? JUST WHY? My autistic ass couldn’t stand that shit.

Zeta Jones’s Morticia Voice - What happened here? Did she try something and no one had the heart to tell her it wasn’t working, or did Tim Burton force her to do it? Who should I blame for this? I want answers.

The Ugly

The CGI - Plenty of it looked bad, but the monster in particular was fucking hideous, like holy shit, couldn’t Netflix have TRIED a little? That was part of why the serious tone of some scenes didn’t work - HOW am I supposed to take that fake-ass shit as a threat? Thing could have been the stuff of nightmares if he wanted to, while this poor fucker couldn’t scare an infant.

Morticia’s Look - Who the fuck was responsible for this? I’d like to have a word with them. Was the budget REALLY so short that they had to dress Zeta Jones up in a crappy Halloween costume they found at the last second? The dress didn’t suit her, the make up could have been improved, and the wig looked ridiculously fake. Sometimes the lighting also made things worse. I’m not asking for a Bela Lugosi effect on her eyes like the 90′s movies, but still, they could have put some care into it.

Gomez’s Look - Not quite as bad as Morticia’s, but still not great. I’ll give them points for trying to be faithful to the original comics’ design, but they went a little too far with it, and it got uncanny - not the good kind, like Uncle Fester. At least it just looked weird instead of cheap.

The Meh

We Have Hogwarts At Home - The school and all of it’s drama just wasn’t weird enough to be cool, or normal enough to clash with Wednesday. I think the short number of episodes really limited how much the writers could explore the other students’ powers - for fuck’s sake, they have a kid who can make his drawings come to life, that’s cool as hell, but it comes up ONCE.

The Love Triangle - Did ANYONE like this? Even Jenna Ortega said it sucked. I guess, if you put a gun to my head, I’d pick Tyler to be with Wednesday, but I really think the romance wasn’t needed, and it took me four episodes to be able to tell the guys apart. The only thing I’ll say, is that is not as bad as the fandom as a whole claims it is - either that or I’ve seen so many worse love triangles that this one looked better in contrast. Regardless, points for them.

The Mystery - I don’t fucking care. It got obvious, repetitive, and convoluted real fast. It was just harmless enough that I could turn off my brain while watching. 

Conclusion

This wasn’t the worst adaptation/remake with the Addams Family’s characters, but it was also far from the best, which is a shame because it has potential. I’ll probably not rewatch this season, but I will at least give season 2 a chance and hope that they fix some of the show’s problems. 

I know it will still be a mystery, but it might be a better one, and perhaps it won’t take too much time away from the best part of the show: just seeing Wednesday going about her day, doing weird or straight up evil shit, awkwardly interacting with normal people and bonding with them, then introducing her new friends to the loving, fun insanity that is her iconic family when they show up to visit her.

#wednesday #the addams family

[linahopeeeee]

So Far Away 01

Masterlist

✨Pairing: Yoongi x reader (brothers best friend)

✨Summary: When Namjoon finds out that his father cheated on his mother years ago and had a child he makes it his mission to fulfill his fathers dying wish and meet his long lost sister and form a relationship, he doesn’t however expect for her to fall in love with one of his best friends along the way.

✨Words: 1300

✨Notes: chapter 2 will be posted either Wednesday night or Thursday morning so please look forward to the next update😊

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“Does mom know?” Namjoon angrily asks his father. The man in question just guiltily shakes his head no as he looks down at his hands that sit in his lap.

Namjoon is quiet for the next few minutes, still trying to process what his father just told him.

Recently his father had been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and for the past couple of weeks been quite sick.

This morning namjoon got a call from his father telling him he wanted to talk to him about something very important, and out of all the scenarios he envisioned in his brain none of them could have prepared him for what he was just told.

“Namjoon, son-” his father had started before going quiet, still trying to find the right words to say. “There’s no easy way for me to say this so I’m just going to say it” another pause.

Namjoon throws a questioning look towards his father but stays quiet, waiting for him to tell him whatever he had to say.

“A few years after you were born I met this woman and we soon became friends. It started off innocent but quickly became something more. For the next year me and her got closer and eventually the relationship became physical.” He tells him and Namjoon feels himself getting angry.

“No, I couldn’t bring myself to tell her, figured that if she didn’t know she wouldn’t be hurt” he tells son who only scoffs in return.

“You didn’t want to hurt her?” He asked in disbelief, shaking his head. His entire life he’s looked at his parents marriage as one that he wanted to follow.

He wanted to fall in love the same way his parents did, he wanted him and his wife to still be madly in love even 30 years later. He wanted to be the only person his wife wanted to be with and vice versa.

But to sit here and find out that it was all just a lie? That his whole life was a lie. And now he has a random sibling somewhere in the world that he hasn’t met is beyond crazy to him.

“why are you telling me all of this?” He asks “why not take it to the grave?”

His dad sighs deeply, because truth be told, that’s the same question he’s been asking himself. Why? Well the answer is simple.

“I’m telling you because I want you to find her, I want you and your sister to have a relationship.” He finally says and namjoon looks at him like he has two heads or something.

“Why would I want to find the person who almost ruined our family?” He questions, bewildered.

“She didn’t almost ruin anything” he says honestly. “I did, I choose to sleep with her, I was the one who initiated the relationship. She didn’t know I was married when it started and I should’ve told her but I didn’t.”

They’re both quiet for a few moments. He takes his sons hand in his, squeezing tightly for a second.

“I don’t want you to hate your sister, or her mother. If you want to hate some-” his sentence is cut short as a fit of coughs force there way out of him. He’s out of breath and namjoon wants so badly to be upset with his dad.

He wants to hate him for what he’s done. But looking at him laying in the hospital bed, he just can’t.

He squeezes his dads hand back and forces and small smile. “I don’t hate you” he tells his father honestly. “But I’m disappointed. I’ll try to find her and I promise you that we’re going to form a relationship.” He says.

They talk for a while more as namjoon tries to get information about his sister or her mother to help him on his journey to find them.

It’s an hour and a half later when he’s walking out of the front doors of the hospital and heading back in the direction of the dorm, mind cloudy.

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“I’m so ready to go home” you tell your best friend, Logan, the two of you had a closing shift at the movie theater in your small town. It was now close to midnight and you bed was calling your name.

“Same, I’m so happy I’m off tomorrow cause if I had to clean up another popcorn spill I was going to lose my mind” she says and you laugh, throughout your entire shift she kept messaging you telling you how there was a million pieces of popcorn that she had to clean up.

“At least you didn’t have to clean the mens restroom” you say, a shiver runs through your body at the memory. Why were men so gross?

The two of you cross the street and take a seat at the bus stop, checking the time on your phone you see that you still have at least 10 minutes before the bus is supposed to arrive.

You and Logan have been friends for forever. Both of you were the new transfer student at school during 4 grade and instantly gravitated towards each other. Before you knew it she was your best friend.

The sound of her ringtone pulls you out of the mini daydream you we’re having, J-Hope’s voice blaring through the speaker since she insisted on having his verse from Cypher pt3 as her ringtone.

She answers it and it’s her mom, asking when she was going to be home. You quickly put your face in the camera, saying hi and starting your own little mini conversation with her.

A few minutes later the bus pulls up and you both head straight towards the back, taking your seats.

“Wanna spend the night?” She asks as the two of you walk the couple of blocks to your street. You nod your head, already pulling out your phone to call your mom.

“Yeah, let me just call my mom first” you say, phone already ringing.

She picks up on the second ring “hey, can I spend the night at lo’s?” You ask, knowing she’s going to say yes.

After you get the confirmation the two of you walk up the driveway leading to her house.

“Pizza?” She says throwing you a shirt and a pair of shorts to sleep in, you don’t even reply, instead moaning loudly at the thought of a hot slice of Hawaiian pizza, as you rub your stomach.

She rolls her eyes at your dramatics before pulling out her phone and dialing the number to your local pizza place. She orders your regular, two pizzas. One and regular boring pepperoni and the other a Hawaiian for you.

You take a quick shower so that she can take one too before the pizza comes.

“Have you checked your email today?” She asks, walking out of the bathroom, shirt drying her hair. Your eyes widen as you remember that you did not in fact check your email today and you were waiting for a very important email from one of the colleges you applied for.

You quickly rush over to her desk, opening up her laptop and logging in to your email, eyes scanning for a email from the school when your eyes land on one email in particular.

“DNA test?” You question to yourself. Why the hell would you need a dna test? You quickly click on the email, reading the contents with wide eyes, mouth open wide.

“Hey is everything okay?” Logan asks concerned, walking over to where your sitting in front of her desk. She reads the email from over your shoulder, gasping loudly.

“What the fuck” you both say at the same time

Next

#bts #bts fanfic #min yoongi #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi x y/n #eventual smut #brothers best friend

[ell-vellan]

WIP Wednesday

@thebookworm0001 tagged me, thank you!!

I seem to make a habit of getting to WIP Wednesday on Thursdays, lol. But since I've shared a couple snippets of the upcoming Aneth Ara chapter already, I'll skip to the next, which I'm planning to be the finale. This scene has actually existed since last summer, so I'm excited to finally be getting around to it.

I'll tag @thegoblinwitchqueen because I know you've got some stuff in the works :)

I'm not sure who else is currently working on something who wants to share, but if you want a tag let me know!

Without further ado: The Inquisitor and her advisors all have strong opinions regarding the best strategy going into the Winter Palace. Arguing ensues.

"No. If I must wear a uniform for this event, it will not a ballgown," Ellawyn bit out, frustration rising as the seamstress stuck her accidentally. "Certainly not an Orlesian one."

"But, Inquisitor–" Josephine protested. "It takes place in Halamshiral! At the Winter Palace of the Empress of Orlais! Appearances are everything.”

"I’ll wear a dress. If it’s Dalish.”

Josephine’s eyes widened. “I’m…sure your people make fine clothing, Your Worship, but the statement that would make…”

“Halamshiral is a Dalish word, Josephine. And I'm not about to let these terrible people forget it."

"We need these "terrible people" on our side, Inquisitor. The stability of the entire empire rests in the balance of what happens this night!"

"So the future of Orlais rests in the hands of a Dalish mage?" Ellawyn murmured, eyebrows raised. “That does not bode well for them.”

Against the wall where he leaned silently, arms crossed, Iron Bull smirked. 

"That's…" Josephine hesitated, at a momentary and uncharacteristic loss for words. "I see how the location of the event holds painful history for you, Your Worship. And I do sympathize. But we are going as the Inquisition -- as a neutral diplomatic force. Not a representation of the Dalish peoples."

Ellawyn stewed quietly, holding back the words she wanted to say: Wherever I go, whatever I do, I am always a representative of the Dalish. "They will see me as an elf first, Josie, and you know it."

"Yes, we have an uphill battle ahead of us to win their respect, but all the more important that we appear as a united, powerful front. Orlais is divided and weak from civil war. Having a powerful army of the Inquisition on their border makes both sides nervous. Every move we make, every single step must be carefully calculated."

"There goes my plan for revenge for the Exalted March on the Dales," Ellawyn muttered, not quite under her breath.

Josephine eyed her suspiciously, as if not entirely certain she was kidding.

"Is she going on about the fall of the Dales again?" Leliana asked, entering the chamber flanked by more apprentice dressmakers.

"To hear the Inquisitor speak, the war remains ongoing," Cullen replied dryly.

"The fall of the Dales is not the war we should be worried about," Leliana said darkly as the small army of clothiers move with frantic urgency, holding up bolts of fabric against Ellawyn's body and arguing quietly amonst themselves. "If the Empress does not survive the night, half of Thedas will be plunged into chaos."

"More chaos," Josephine corrected archly.

"If we lose the Empress, the future the Herald foresaw may yet come to pass." Leliana's Orlesian accent was especially pronounced tonight. Ellawyn met her cold eyes, still frustrated and ready for a battle. But to her surprise, Leliana's expression gentled, ever so slightly. "The Hero of Ferelden is a dear friend, and I can only imagine what he would say if he were presented with a chance to walk into the Winter Palace and confront the Empress. But we must think of what is best for all of Thedas, right now."

There was a compassion behind her spymaster's cold cunning, and it softened Ellawyn to her rationale. She sighed. "Fine. But if I'm to go to this ridiculous charade and prance about like their little pet Dalish on the graves of my ancestors while my fellow elves are subjugated and abused all around me, I shall do so looking like myself. They will not forget who they are looking at when they see me." "Inquisitor..." Josephine sighed, rubbing between her brows. "Fashion statements speak volumes in Orlais. Before you even speak a word, you are judged, your worth measured. Everyone will be in their best."

"The Inquisition is a military operation," Cullen argued. "We should be in uniform. Appear as a united front, as a show of our strength."

"You may do so, Commander. But I shall dress myself."

"Inquisitor, I really must protest–"

"Oh, let her do what she wants," Bull said from his place against the wall, speaking for the first time. "You know she will anyway."

"Why is Bull here again?" Leliana asked, frustrated.

"I want him to be," Ellawyn shot back, heavy with the full weight of an authority she rarely used. 

Her advisors all stared at her. Leliana quickly masked her surprise.

From across the room, Bull shot her a slanted grin.

#wip wednesday #dragon age #my writing

[decemebercircus]

I promised a fanfic with ortho and I akways keep my promises ireguardless of how long it takes me

Here's what I promised @ryuu-from-the-grave

This is a fanfic one-shot. Sorry if it's bad.

Ignihyde:

Vincent Orgue & Ortho Shroud (and yes Idia's here too)

(This fic is prior the events of the story)

Vincent Orgue is the vice dorm leader since I'm ambiguous on whether or not Ortho is a vice dorm leader pretty sure he isn't just like Ruggie isn't a VDL either. Before anybody asks he's based on Maestro from Beauty and the Beast II: The Enchanted Christmas.

Story:

"No no no the sound isn't perfect! It's not the lighthearted music everyone wants to hear! Why can't I get it right?" Vincent groaned irritatably as he glowered at his personally made electronic pipe organ.

The holographic notes flickering and glitching with his frustrated state. He slammed his hand on the keys, enormous jagged low notes materialising in response.

"Hello Ortho" he sighed as the door opened. "You knew it was me?" Ortho asked for some reason genuinely surprised as he floated by Vincent. "Well you're the only one who comes here, even when you don't need to inform me about the duties of the doem leader and vice dorm leader." He admitted with a small smile. "So, Ortho what brings you here?"

"Are you coming to the board game club tomorrow?" Ortho asked but his tone implied he knew what the answer already was.

"Ortho both of you know I only deal in music and mystery related games"

"So you're not coming? We're playing a new game that just arrived yesterday!" Ortho persisted his determination somewhat adorable not that Vincent would admit that.

"You're the only one who interacts with my brother and also one of the few students that willingly goes outside the dorm!" Ortho was either trying to beg or he was pulling the "im-the-cute-younger-brother-please-fall-for-my-adorableness- card" Idia said something about ortho's adorableness stats going up when they first started school but he didn't take it seriously.

He should have listened. Because now he was caving in.

"Alright. Alright I'll go"

Ortho seemed happy about it and in response to Ortho, several of the pipe organ's high note keys played.

Vincent ran a hand through his hair as his wheelchair moved out the door. The lights on the electronic organ dying down as he was leaving the room.

❦︎ ❦︎ ❦︎ ❦︎ ❦︎ ❦︎

"Is Idia busy? I have a few assignments that I need to send him Vincent asked Ortho via headset which served as a phone for the two.

"He's playing video games again. But I can use our special music code to tell you when it's a good time to send it." Ortho replied happily.

Oh alright. And ortho sorry I missed yesterday's board game."

"It's alright! There's next time!" He stated cheerfully hearing Vincent chuckle as the line disconnected.

"Nii-san... Don't you think you should take a break? When did you last eat?" Ortho nudged his brother a little noticing that yet again Idia's blood sugar was low. He better not have simply ate half a chocolate bar on Wednesday evening and then forgot. Especially since today was starting Friday morning.

Idia paused his game to think for a moment.

"I had a chocolate bar" idia resumed his game.

Ortho could automatically shut it off and attempt to force him to go to the lounge and get his lunch. But then Idia would mope about for the entire next day if his game information *ahem* work wasnt saved.

Ortho tilted his head. It would have been cuteness overload if Idia had been looking but his gold eyes stared at the screen.

"I'm going over to the vice dorm leader's room! He'll send some files soon it's important that you at least look at them" Ortho floated off fhe bed and towards the door. At the same time he sent the music file that would tell Vincent to go ahead and send the various assignments. He'll likely work on them with his brother which was fun. He wished Vincent could participate. It must be hard not being able to walk.

Ortho walked by Vincent's room he could sense any signs of a living person or any of Vincent's magic but maybe he stepped out. Or rolled out. Ortho was about to ask where Vincent was and if he could play on the electronic Xylophone again maybe he could fix it this time. It was really cool how Vincent could make all these wonderful instruments. If only he would make money off then then he'd be more confident in his legs getting repaired---

Ortho's train of thought vanished upon hearing voices in the lounge sounded like two people were talking to Vincent. Or were they ridiculing him for being in a wheel chair?

"Fine well leave! Well just get our bento boxes and leave!" One boy snapped. Ortho was told to stay out of fights but he really wanted to help.

There was a loud clatter like multiple tablets being tossed to the ground.

"Oh I'm sorry Orgue --senpai, want to get my infotablets for me?" The same boy snickered although this time Ortho could tell they'd hit a nerve.

"I'M IN A WHEELCHAIR!!" Vincent roared angrily. Pitch black jagged enormous music notes drifted through the air a sign of Vincent's unique magic activating. Ortho eyes widened in recognition at the song the notes made up. One of Vincent's favourite pieces "In the Hall of the Mountain King" but Vincent of course made it more somber and dark toned. That was bad. Very bad. Ortho forgoed the request from his brother not to jump into any fights and nearly tackled Vincent who was holding his bento.

"Ortho I thought we agreed for you not to come flying at me. You couldn't have missed me that much we spoke a few minutes ago!" Vincent chuckled wrapping a arm around the waist of the boy seemingly unaware of Ortho's real intention. The boys took this opportunity to leave. "You came here to get Idia's lunch for him so you could insist he actually eat it right?" Vincent asked and handed over a bag immediately ortho knew the contents. "Aw Nii-san.... It's a lot of snacks again." He noted dismally. So much for convincing him to eat sonething nutritious this week. Guess hell have to find the most healthy thing there which as far as he could tell was the potato chips and the candied strawberries. Hmmm...

"What's in your bento?" Ortho asked taking the bag from Vincent.

Vincent refused to meet ortho's eyes. "Food" he commented. And wrapped his arms around the bento.

Ortho raised his eyebrow so it almost disappeared in his hair.

"Ok ok it's a grilled cheese sandwich and four cinnamon rolls." His wheel chair backed up a bit from Ortho staring at the box. "....There's also a apple pie... I'm not sharing it BTW"

Ortho sighed "alright let's both go back to your room I'll send Idia's lunch to him when I go back."

"Playing on my electronic instruments again?"

"Can I? I know the Xylophone isn't yet fixed but--"

"Sure" Vincent smiled. It seemed genuine and carefree. Probably the only times he's ever smiled Ortho thought. He wondered if he could get his brother to feel like the emotions captivated in that smile. Preferably when he wasn't stsying up late to play video games.

Well just like when he first woke up in this new robotic body those years ago, it requires obe step at a time. Maybe all five of the members of the board game club will be present then.

That's right.. Vincent and Azul havent met yet... Maybe the two will have fun with Idia when a game all three can enjoy comes along.

#twst idia #idia shroud #ortho shroud #original character #disney twisted wonderland #tech #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland

[the-dragon-chronicler]

Response 03

Prompt: An archeologist accidentally unleashes an ancient curse during an excavation.

Response: Ya know, we always joked that this is how humanity would end. With deadly viruses, the deaths of beloved celebrities, and fire sprouting like weeds, I, at the very least, assumed we'd all be cleansed by a god or something by now. But no! We're all being damned by some sort of demon or something.

I blame my boss. An "American man," ya know? He's definitely an "American man," all right. He is the stupidest smart man I know! Of course, we told him to leave the stuff alone, but no. He wanted to dig up that tomb. He wanted all the 'untold riches'. Never mind the fact that the interpreter read the words "black," "annihilation," and "death" a good twenty times.

And of course, boss man had to desecrate the fossil by picking up both the talisman and the medallion and wearing them both.

Honestly, he looked ugly as shit.

Anyway, this all started a few days ago. We were sent to this "abandoned mine" deep in the Rocky Mountains and when I say deep, I mean deep. We had started near Santa Fe on Tuesday. It's now Wednesday of the next week and our outside team told boss man that we're still near Santa Fe. We had been walking for the majority of these passing days. We even took pictures of a lot of things as we walked. There were some pretty good ones. There was one of Sammy, a junior archeologist, pretending to trace some symbols on the wall; and another one of Johnson laying in an empty grave and us pretending to dig him up. Those were fun.

But back to the point! We questioned boss man a few times as to how we were going to know when we reached the fossil. He said that we'd know when we heard somebody singing.

Now, before you all ask, we all took this creepy ass job because they promised us two-hundred dollars for every hour it took us to find the fossil. I accepted because I'm a broke college graduate who decided to work for their uncle's company. Sammy has to pay for his sister's school. Johnson, compared to us, was just a greedy bastard. I wasn't all that close to the other crew so I couldn't tell you why they took the job.

It took us another two days to reach what we now know as a tomb. It wasn't anything special at first. It was a large, closed-off, room. The walls extended so far above us that the light of our flashlights couldn't hit anything. There were letters and symbols decorating damn near every inch of those walls. After a few minutes of getting more familiar with our surroundings. We set up a few different dig sites. All of us first found pieces of a stone tablet. Sammy had the smart idea of having our interpreter piece it together and translate it. Such a smart kid. After that, we all kept finding rat skeletons.

We didn't even question it at the time.

We honestly should've.

We ended up with five pretty big piles of them. After around five or so hours of digging, boss man struck gold. All we were supposed to do was document the existence of the damn thing.

And now, we're in present day. Only Sammy and I are still alive. This...thing keeps asking us questions. Wants to know about our aspirations and families and shit. Sammy has it distracted while I type out this distress message.

Please.

If you're getting this, please send the bastards who sent us down here. It's already killed people it deemed "unsatisfactory and unworthy" both inside and outside this mine. It showed us what it did...

God...no. There is no God if this thing could do that.

Damned thing kept mumbling about "Untouchables" too. I'm gonna assume those bastards are still alive. They constantly had all this tech stuff on.

Fuck. It's coming towards me. Please someone find them.

#writing prompt #original writing #promptober #short story #writblr

[ghostwood7]

One week after getting married to a 20 year old woman named Malika and honeymooning in Hawaii, Comedian Sam Kinison was on his way to Laughlin, Nevada to do a sold out show. It was Friday, April 10, 1992. He and his wife had been driving from LA on I-40 to US-95. After making a turn to head north and heading about 4 miles, Sam's Trans Am was hit head on by a pick-up truck full of drunks, which included the driver. A witness to the crash called 911 and an EMV was dispatched to the scene. Sam had been sober, something he took great pride in, but he hadn't been wearing a seat belt. His head hit the windshield. The drunk driver of the truck was more worried about his truck than a human life. According to witnesses, Sam said, "I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Then he stopped talking for a few seconds and then asked, "But why? I 'm not ready." Then, he seemed to understand something and said, "Okay, okay....okay." As he spoke the last "Okay", he said it softly and with comfort as though he realized it would be for the best and also as if though he were talking to someone he loved very much. He smiled and lost consciousness. He was taken to the ER at Needles Desert Community Hospital where he was pronounced dead on arrival.

Cut to Wednesday. March 7, 2007.

During the first week of March I drove up to Tulsa, Oklahoma to do a little celebrity grave hunting. I went to visit the graves of stand up comic and comedic actor Sam Kinison, and the King of Western Swing Music, Bob Wills. While on a nocturnal visit to the grave of the aforementioned Mr. Kinison, I had a paranormal experience. I had been thinking about Sam and remembering reading about his last moments on this Earth. As I was walking back to the front gate, I thought to myself that he probably saw either his brother or his father, both of whom had preceded him in death...or maybe both of them before he left us. About a minute later, I smelled something as though it was right next to me. It was the distinctive smell of BEER! I stood there slightly astonished and then looked in a radius of several yards looking for the source of this smell. I could find none! The smell went away. Then I continued a ways, then stopped walking, smiled and with tongue firmly in cheek, I asked out loud, "Sam, are you offering me a beer?" The smell came back!! I accepted the offer with a smile but only on the condition that it would not impact me in a negative way. As I was leaving the cemetery, I told any and every spirit watching me that they could not go beyond the boundary of the gates or walls to follow me and that I was leaving what was left of the "beer" with Sam. Immediately upon getting back to my hotel room, I posted the facts of the encounter to my journal. #Comedy, #Ghost, #Paranormal, #Cemetery, #Tulsa, #Tragedy, #Hollywood, #Personal, #Journal, #Accident, #Oklahima, #Laughlin, #Nevada

[spainkitty]

WEDNESDAY WIP: DAI AU "For It Is Fleeting"

Premise-

This is completely "noncanon" for me. Lanil Surana never left the Circles or joined the Lavellan Clan. Instead, after the events of Broken Circle, she was transferred to Montsimmard Circle. She's been Fiona's protégé and apprentice ever since. (Vitta) Adaar ends up helping the Templars, and Lanil arrives too late to beg for help. Lanil joins the Inquisition at Adaar's request, and becomes something like a party member and a loud voice for the remaining Rebels. Into the Abyss: MageHawke's Warden contact was her brother, Carver. She forced Adaar to carry Carver through the Rift and leave Hawke behind. Varric gets Lanil, Fenris, and Solas to do the Dalish ritual into the Fade and save Hawke (JusticeAnders joins them later). It barely works and this scene below takes place about a week after the rescue, almost four weeks after the Battle of Adamant Fortress.

"Why did you do it?" Hawke asked quietly.

When Lanil turned to Hawke, her strangely too-blue eyes glittered in the starlight. If it weren't for her rounded ears, Lanil would've mistaken her for an elf. In only a shift and loose breeches, not even a pair of sandals on her feet, Hawke seemed to belong to the nighttime Graves as easily as Lanil did. She waited for Lanil's answer, serious and silent.

"Are you hoping for some altruistic answer?" Lanil asked, eyebrow rising. Something about Lanil's expression made Hawke's face soften, lips curving into a smile.

"I'm actually looking for the truth. I understand you were with the Rebellion at Redcliffe, so I thought, at first, perhaps our connection as fellow mages might be the reason. After I found out you and Anders knew each other in Kinloch Hold, it made more sense, but not entirely. You almost sacrificed your life for me, you used blood magic in the Fade, making yourself a target for every thirsting demon nearby, but you didn't even hesitate. What could compel a Circle-educated mage to break so many rules for a fugitive and relative stranger?" Hawke asked, shaking her head slightly. The wind came through again and Hawke shivered at its touch.

Despite the chill, Lanil leaned into it. Goosebumps crept down her bare arms and legs. Every second she was aware of her flesh, her living pulse and bones, were gifts. She spent too long incorporeal in the Fade.

"Because Anders was... is family." Lanil clenched her fists. "I have lost so much... so many. The Rebellion was about having more, keeping hold of what matters and allowing no one to take it from us. I am so fucking tired, Hawke. So tired of losing family, of losing everything. I wanted, just this once, to claim a win. For mages, for Anders, too, but also for me. If you're Anders' family, that means you're mine, too. Or... you could be." Lanil shrugged awkwardly, one shoulder barely rising and falling.

Hawke's hand, still too thin, too pale for someone tanned a natural golden-hue, fell on Lanil's arm. Squeezed briefly and lightly.

"Yeah, Laney. We're family."

"Ugh, not you, too. It's bad enough Anders calls me that," Lanil groaned, eyes rolling. Ignoring as much as possible the way her nose stung and her eyes prickled.

"Shortie? Is that better?" Hawke asked. When Lanil looked over, her brilliantly blue eyes were shining ever brighter, glistening even. Lanil glanced away again quickly, mouth twisting down and pinching hard.

"Shortie's fine," Lanil all but grunted.

"If you two are done bonding." Both women jerked in surprise as Anders ducked through the tent flap. His hair was in long, messy strands around his face, and his eyes were barely slitted open. "You should be resting, not wearing yourself out standing out here in cold."

"We're not wearing ourselves out standing, dearest," Hawke said too sweetly, in warning. "You forget you're not the only Healer here and we know what we're doing."

"You may both be healers, but you're both too stupid not to throw yourselves onto swords. Or right into a cold," Anders retorted.

"Did you just call me stupid?"

He ignored Hawke's outrage, and Lanil's matching scowl, to place the back of his hand against Hawke's cheek, then her forehead, frowning. "Not feverish yet. Let's not chance it further, sweetheart. You've lost so much weight."

"Worrywart," Hawke sighed. Then, yawned. "I guess I should sleep, though. Lanil?"

Lanil glanced between them. Thankfully, Anders' interruption helped her take back some control. "No, I'll sleep when I feel like it, maybe sometime next year."

Since she'd already had several naps between escaping the Fade and now, it just had Hawke laughing quietly and Anders rolling his eyes. He bent his tall, lanky body almost double to lay a gentle, barely there kiss to Lanil's forehead. Her eyes fluttered shut and her mouth pinched tight again.

"Don't be a brat, Laney."

She pffted while Anders helped the wobbly-footed Hawke back into the tent. Then, she turned and sunk slowly to the ground. Criss-crossed her legs and leaned back against the tent pole. Above her the stars shined on and she carefully picked out Equinor rearing regally. She had only seen constellations in books, or in the tiny bubble of space of a telescope lens. Never had she been been able to stay out at night to see them with her naked eye.

Her eyes prickled again. She dug her fingernails into the grass and loamy soil beneath her body and ignored the weight on her eyelashes. I won. Just this once, I won, Fiona. I wish you could've been here to see it.

#dai fanfic #dai surana #dao surana #dai Hawke #da2 mage! hawke #f!Hawke #For It Is Feeling AU #kitty write a thing #WIP WEDNESDAY #finally it saved!!! #little Anders cameo~ #Adaar makes them return to Skyhold for a trial #it goes well because Anders 👏 Was 👏 Right 👏