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forbidding-souda · 2 years

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Hey hey may I request Mondo, Fuyuhiko, Ryoma and Korekiyo with a s/o who is the shsl Bounty Hunter pretty pls - 🐺

Mondo Oowada, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu, Ryoma Hoshi, and Korekiyo Shinguuji with a SHSL Bounty Hunter S/O

wolf anon back at it with the good requests as always.

guys this is really good ngl i'm proud of this one

cw smoking for mondos. cigarets. mondo cogaret.

ya'll my day is literally ruined. I managed to sign back into my MyChart so now I can see the notes my therapist wrote about me and - so last session we had a conversation about racism towards native americans (i'm native) and he... APPARENTLY... didn't believe me when I said I was native... because he wrote word for word, with my comments: "reported he met a Native American person on social media who he became friends with {no i said that most of the racism i face is on social media and not in irl sinced I moved to california}. Through his friendships he learned about the culture and the discrimination they face. This information peaked his curiosity and he continued to learn more about... {screenshot ends and i'm too lazy to reopen the app}" like what;..... anyway i'm gonna bring up the fact that I'm native again in the next session to see if he like just forgot or something idk but bruh

-Mod Souda

Mondo Oowada

❤ He loved committing crimes right in front of your face. Being in the same class as him offered you a bunch of anger - especially from him teasing you all the time. He'd write on your desk in sharpie, start skipping class, talk about items he's stolen, etc. just to get a raise out of you. He thought of you the same as he thinks about Ishimaru, just a rule follower, someone who can't come above him. The best part is that you can't do anything about it - not in Japan. Not legally, at least. That doesn't mean you don't like to keep your eye on him.

❤ Lots of sneaking around and kissing in the streets. Since, technically, both of you are illegal in Japan - you're better at hiding it than he is. On days where you feel the most mischievous you will cover your face and ride on the back of his motorcycle as he gives you tours of his favorite places. His friends don't know you're a bounty hunter, not for any particular reason, just because he doesn't know how or why to bring it up.

You swing your feet over the roof top, keeping your hands behind you to keep your balance on the slanted surface, your eyes watching the darkness below. Behind your dark, almost skin-tight clothes is a body covered in goosebumps. But it's worth it. You get to see him. In your time visiting Japan, he asks you to stay at his place - where, yes, you sleep in his place, but staying in his place is something you have trouble doing. You love following him and his gang around town as they drive around. You have a motorcycle of your own. You're lucky to be as gifted with stealth as you are or they surely would have noticed you by now, yet, they never seem to.

You also wonder how fun it would be to actually capture them.

There are four of them, and then three, two and finally - one. Smoking alone, hiding from the street, his bike parked nearby. He doesn't even notice when you jump down next to him.

"Darling." You say.

Mondo's pale eyes widen as he turns - so fast his coat flows behind him.

The way he looks at you once he realizes - the impressed, in-love look - makes butterflies flutter against the walls of your stomach.

He takes the cigarette from his mouth and steps closer. "Jesus. Fucking look at ya - you in love with me or something?"

Your skilled hands wrap around his neck, and he keeps his cig-holding hand with its wrist pressed into the curve of your waist, leaning the bud away from you.

You kiss his cheek. "Absolutely smitten."

❤ He was very loud and obnoxious around you at first, which you took as him trying to annoy you, but really he was so attracted to you that you made him nervous.

❤ He has no interest in leaving Japan and you have little interest in living there permanently, not with your job. You'd rather be a traveler - lingering in the states and other countries that will allow you to work, whether legally or not.

❤ The two of you will flirt like deer - chasing each other around cities on your motorcycles, racing and sometimes playing hide and seek on the streets.

❤ When he holds onto you, he grabs you around your center with one hand. It makes you feel like you're his partner in crime.

❤ Which, you kinda are. You know how to get him out of trouble.

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

❤ The two of you were often separated during school. Just in terms of space within the classroom and during trips - always on opposite sides of the room, always sitting far from each other on public transportation. This is mostly because of Peko, who does not enjoy when you get near him, and you're never in the mood to press her about it. If they want distance from you, then that's fine. When the two of you originally met, and you told him you were a bounty hunter, he let out a "good grief" before he introduced himself.

You rap at his window, looking into it, the cold glass against your padded knuckles. Even in the dark you can see his horizontal figure suddenly raise with such a hurry you'd expect the house to be on fire. He stops before the window, not opening it, glaring down at you. You give him a small wave.

When he finally opens it he whisper-yells before you have the chance to say hello.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

His first question was going to be how do you know where I live - but that question had an obvious answer.

You roll your eyes. "I wanted to see you. Plus, everyone in your house is asleep," you say. "Even Peko."

"Hmph." He stays still, planted in front of the window, and even though his face is one of anger he still doesn't try to get you to leave when you climb in. He lets you step into his room. Your body is close to him before he steps back, letting you walk deeper in, and he closes the window. "Bastard."

❤ He doesn't exactly let you get close to his family nor his house or workspace. He doesn't need them to know who you are or what you do.

❤ He often gets a bit scared that the people who work for him would consider him a traitor for being with you.

❤ It aggravates him - having to hide you like that. Even though he always intended for his work and his relationships to be separate, they always end up being interconnected, always ends up being hard for him to keep that balance.

❤ He loves you so fucking much it drives him crazy. Almost like a Romeo and Juliet in his head - even though your job isn't too far away from his.

❤ He likes keeping you near him where he is sure that you're safe. Even though you are quite literally perfectly capable of defending yourself - he holds a lot of worry in his heart.

❤ ^ Whenever you're off away on a job in another country he calls and texts you thoughts that remind him of you (and he thinks about you a lot).

Ryoma Hoshi

❤ He originally thought you were after him. He first met you in relations to the prison system, so when you came to him with the information that you were a bounty hunter, his internal monologue was tired grumbling. But then you started talking more, just casually, about how what he did was pretty cool. Pretty cool, he couldn't believe it. He does not agree - not in the slightest, but when you started talking about your job and the things you see, he understand that his situation is not the worst out there - not the worst you've experienced, and as you say, at least he defended himself. You were incredibly interested in Ryoma and even when he was in prison, would visit him and talk to him nonchalantly. This was before the two of you were even together. Your status and your connections actually made it easier for you two to get along. It made it easier to get him off of death row.

❤ The two of you own a one cat together, one that travels with you wherever you go.

❤ He loves seeing you when you get back from work. You're often sweating if there was a chase, or aggravated if you had to deal with annoying people, or sometimes sad when you have to deal with cases that are unjust, even in the justice system. The different auras you have when you come home just keep reminding him of that first conversation you two ever had.

❤ He would rather not go with you when you have jobs to do, but he prefers it over staying home alone for long periods of time. Plus, it's not as if he's actually attending you.

❤ (If he has to admit - your work clothes are a bit sexy).

❤ You bring candy home for him every once in awhile. You love it when he eats candy because it makes him taste sweet. He's so scrumptious when he tastes sweet.

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ He sought you out for his studies. He wanted to talk to you - you specifically. You had not been in his class when he attended Hope's Peak, and the two of you had actually graduated separately - he only realized you were an alumni when researching you. He loved hearing you talk about your job. Bounty hunters, the job isn't beyond his knowledge, but he still holds very little information internally about it. He wanted to learn. He also wanted to talk to you [about annyyytthhiiinnnggg]. Which, of course, Shinguuji being incredibly professional, invited you over to his house.

❤ He was not slick about wanting to court you. He kept on about your intelligence and your appealing pride, and he starred at you as if you were an art piece. You felt so flattered in his presence. It was extremely flustering. Now, what you were unaware of in another sense is the reason he wanted to get close to you. Beyond learning more about another country's history, he also wanted to keep the SHSL Bounty Hunter close to him - he needed to become acquainted with you. He's killed girls in many countries. One day it might catch up to him.

"You cage them like butterflies in a cocoon." He says behind a cup of tea. You cross your ankles, shifting in your seat to get more comfortable.

"Caterpillars in a cocoon. They become butterflies after they learn to stop jumping their bail."

"Absconding. I imagine you find their reasoning to be unnecessary."

You nod, though it feels like a trap. "It's not apart of my job to."

"To what?"

His yellow eyes pierce through yours. You squint. To sympathize with them, you almost say.

But he senses your answer, smiling to himself behind his mask at the sudden silence in the room, pleased to have striken something morally inside of you: the fact that you did not hop to say it proves that there is still a person within you, someone he can move. He places the cup down on its saucer before deciding his next move. "I find your passion rather attractive, my dear."

❤ Inside of his house is quiet and therefore it's an amazing place to go when you want to cool down.

❤ Do you need help (ever) trying to find someone? Well, he did graduate alongside Ouma-kun, and although he'd rather not contact him - well, he'd do a lot he'd rather not do for you.

❤ He knows a lot of people in a lot of countries. And like him, some of them are dangerous. You do find it a bit suspicious how he consistently asks you who your next defendant is.

❤ He loves it when you caress him after coming home from work - it feels dangerous. Each time he wonders, is this it, imagining your gentle touches becoming detaining and filled with hatred; betrayal.

❤ He both tries to get closer to you while simultaneously pushing you away.

❤ Something he'll say things like, "ah, you little animal," and though he spits it with sharp infliction it is a bit flustering how he holds your cheek when he does so.

❤ He believes in love! Very much obviously! And god does he grow to love you. Once you start plaguing his thoughts in a I-wonder-what-they-are-eating-for-breakfast way and not in a what's-can-I-do-to-get-them-to-trust-me way, he realizes that the act of trying to bring you closer goes both ways, as now he is closer to you.

#mondo owada x reader #mondo oowada #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #korekiyo shinguuji x reader #shinguuji korekiyo #korekiyo shinguuji #korekiyo x reader

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k0kichiimagines · 3 years

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happy birthday saeran choi!! my love!! him!! anyways i did a fluff alphabet for him <3 under the cut

also its technically the 12th here :( sorry

- mod kichi who yes is a 707 kinnie too

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

your kindness, you respect towards him in trusting him and letting him make choices. in terms of physically he likes your lips, and your eyes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

its canon he wants a baby, either biologically or via adoption :) i feel like he'd want to wait though, he has healing to do and he wants to experience life a bit, and then raise a child. he would be a very gentle father, and make sure they experience everything he didnt get to.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

he likes being face to face, getting to see you - sweethearts cradle if im not wrong? but honestly? he doesnt mind

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

he has a lot he wants to see, and he'll want to take you everywhere,, a lot of cloud gazing (gave me flashbacks to UP), nature dates,

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

"you are my life / soul / world / happiness"

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

God, he knew when you were both in that damn cult. and he hated it, he wanted to deny it, Unknown wanted to deny it, Ray didn't understand it. but his racing heart and pink cheeks said otherwise

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

so gentle! especially since he feels a lot of guilt over how suit saeran treated you. even if hes being playful, like tickling you or tough housing, theres always this softness to it

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

he loves it! he always has his hands brushing against yours, wrapping a little finger around yours. its like silent love

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

that you were pretty but a bit too trusting, or perhaps you didnt care much what happened to you... you interested him

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

he trusts you, however there will be moments he doubts himself and his worth. he may stay silent, or he may gently explain his feelings - not in a way to make you feel bad or cut ties with someone but just to communicate

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

canonly you did! hes not a very good kisser, youre his first, but they're sweet anyways :) and he gets better with time !! there's always this softness to them, like he sees you as something so precious you may wilt away if he's too rough

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

i feel like it was him canonically? it was a lot for him, it may just be words but it was new and it was terrifying

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

probably the first while after his after ending, just you him and saeyoung, finding his freedom for the first time. it was a rough time, but his first tastes of happiness

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

he's not exactly rich, despite saeyoung insisting they share the money he's saved up, but i feel like he would get you things! little things, flowers, jewellery youve had your eye on, small but meaningful gifts he hopes you'll enjoy

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

probably your favourite colour/s

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

darling, love, my love, sweetheart, flower, petal, different flower names, my hope

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

books, flowers, etc,, honestly he prefers most non modern things

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

honestly he likes the rain, he'd use his time to find something to do - read a book, watch something. he has so much he wants to experience he doesnt get bored in the rain.

i can see him going out at least once, getting his clothes soaked and having to have a bath afterwards, at risk of getting a cold the next day

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

he bottles up a lot, tries to seem happy,, he'll slip back into his irritable moods at rare times, and you'll find him hidden away in corners with tear stained cheeks. he has panic attacks a lot too

however, he does get therapy and help, ans he will try his best to explain his feelings to you as well. a few times he may want you or saeyoung with him, or even just waiting outside.

when you're upset he'll take tips you gave him back to you, if you dont want to talk then try distract you and etc

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

everything! seriously! his passions and hobbies, yours, everything and nothing, he loves it

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

his flowers, being with you, baths, cooking

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

his flowers!!

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

he'd want to discuss marriage, make sure you want to and you're both ready. he'd take you on a nice date, somewhere you like, buy you ice cream, and he'd ask you once you were alone, with a bouquet of hand chosen flowers, each with a special meaning.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Line Without A Hook

Mr Loverman

Meant To Be Yours (not healthy but)

Him (james marriott's one!! its one of my favourite songs!! especially reverbed and slowed)

And more i cant think of

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

yes!! especially since its something his parents never did (i dont even think they dated?), it feels like securing something, a reassurance you'll be together.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

,,bias again its a cat. cats are perfect for him, they need attention and care and play at times, but equally not a huge amount and constantly,, especially if its one that likes sleeping on his lap

they might dig up his plants though :(

#saeran x reader #saeran choi x reader #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger imagines #saeran choi #fluff

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veralovemail · 3 years

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this is incredibly weirdly specific BUT!! lab rats as a concept are super comforting to me so. headcanons of joseph, luca, and eli w/ a reader who’s some kinda artificial human that was made as an experiment? reader acts Rlly Weird bc they were raised in a creepy lab, so they do bizarre things trying to fit in with Normal Humans (i.e. eating with their hands instead of utensils, brushing their hair with a toothbrush, weird shit like that!!)

!!!!! this is really creative. i also found this really funny to write, so thank you for sending this in! (under the cut for length) - mod vera

joseph, luca & eli with an artificial human reader!

joseph desaulniers:

joseph is a little weirded out to find out that you are technically not a human, but he thinks that it adds to your character.

you're a bit strange and rough around the edges, but he's really trying his best to help you i promise.

he tries his best to teach you how to do normal everyday things.

one day, he's teaching you how to eat food at the dining room at the hunters' side of the mansion when all of a sudden you just pick up the largest slab of pork steak and start inhaling it. kirby who?

this man PANICS.

" oh mon dieu - sacre bleu, putain de bordel de merde! "

he has to come over and (reluctantly) remove the half of the steak that was hanging out of your mouth shows you how to properly eat it.

eventually you get the hang of everyday life & joseph is crying proudly because you've progressed so much.

will lift you up & spin you around right after you finish eating dinner properly. (spoiler alert: being spun around does not bode well with your stomach).

he's probably decked mary in the face for her snide comments about you being his pet.

luca balsa:

luca wants to know everything.

can you do anything special? do you have strange abilities? WAIT, CAN YOU TURN YOUR HANDS INTO WEAPONS?

luca is also a bit strange after being in prison for so long, bbbbbbut he knows most normal human things so he tries his best to show you what to do.

one morning, he comes into your room with breakfast, only to see you trying to eat your manor diary. you thought that it was your breakfast because it had randomly showed up on your desk throughout the night.

he has to actually shock you (on accident) to stop you from taking a big chunk out of it.

after that, he shows you what is food and what isn't. he'll help you learn the differences between things that are inedible and edible.

sooner or later, luca finally tests you - he holds an object and and item of food and you have to point at the one that is food.

you aced it! he didn't even have to help you.

he drops whatever he's holding and launches himself at you in excitement, trapping you in a hug.

you get a congratulatory pat on the head. generally, he's really proud of you!

eli clark:

eli doesn't judge you at all. he'll listen to your story and definitely be very supportive - he doesn't even think of you differently!

brooke and eli both help you adjust to life in the manor and life outside of being in a lab. brooke normally keeps you company while eli is away.

but one evening, both brooke and eli were away - he had told you to get ready for bed and what it entailed, including brushing your hair.

he comes back and- WHY IS THERE A TOOTHBRUSH IN YOUR HAIR.

there is an honest look of confusion on his face as he (and brooke) walk over to you, taking the toothbrush away from your hands and explaining the difference between a toothbrush and a regular brush.

" [ name ], this isn't how you brush your hair - if you didn't know, you should've called for me and i would've helped you. "

it's a gentle scolding, but you learn the difference between a regular hairbrush and a toothbrush VERY quickly.

he kinda stays nearby for a week to make sure you don't start using a toothbrush to brush your hair rather than a hairbrush...

one evening he really has to go, so he tells you to pack up for the night and you get nervous on your own, trying to think about what eli had been telling you for a while.

when he comes back, he finds you brushing your hair normally and he almost cries. but you can't tell. nope. not at all.

after you're done brushing your hair, he'll gently pat your head and give you a kiss on the forehead, congratulating you on being able to do it on your own.

#identity v #idv #idv imagines #idv writing #idv x reader #joseph desaulniers x reader #luca balsa x reader #eli clark x reader #idv photographer #idv prisoner #idv seer #identity v photographer #identity v prisoner #identity v seer

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theoldguard-recs · 3 years

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Hi. Do you have any fic with Joe and Nicky as parents?

Hi there! Mod: CactusDragon517 here! I got really excited the other day when I saw your ask because I LOVE AUS so much and I had one that IMMEDIATELY came to mind. As ever, please mind any and all author tags for any fic we recommend. I hope you like the ones I’ve linked here!

All on my own by TerresDeBrume

Closing his eyes, Niccolò leans his head back against the sofa and wonders how today went to shit so fast. They were supposed to have a nice day together. Celebrate their first anniversary with Sébastien by having him finally meet Andy and Quynh in person—Yusuf’s parents usually aren’t free this time of the year, but they’re coming to visit during Sébastien’s Christmas break. There was going to be Niccolò’s best risotto and an apple cake, and it was going to be great. Instead, now, they have this.

Or: the Al-Kaysani-Genovesi-Le Livre household's very harrowing day.

Tags: Alternate Universe: Modern setting, Kid fic, depression, past depression, past religious extremism, Kid Booker | Sébastien Le Livre, happy ending, found family, suicidal thoughts, suicidal attempt (offscreen) Pairings: Joe/Nicky, Andy/Quynh Rating: Teen and up Word Count: 20,114 Why I love it: So! I know that those tags are probably not what you expect to see on a kid fic rec post but hear me out: The way that TerresDeBrume writes kid!Booker is marvelous, especially a kid with these big heavy feelings. This AU is dense and layered and every single time I read it, I gain something new from it. Please mind the tags and the end notes, as they are relevant, but I think this fic is such a fascinating world and such a beautifully wrought snapshot of a family that’s as complicated and complex as the one we see in the movie. @terresdebrume is on tumblr as well and has written a couple of other fics for The Old Guard!

Fireproof by goldheartedsky

Nicky’s life is currently balanced like a house of cards. Sure, he’s a twenty five year old single dad, working fifty hours a week minimum wage to support his six year old son, and lives on a steady diet of coffee and day-old donuts, but he’s happy. He loves his life more than anything in the world and wouldn’t change a thing.

Until his hot new neighbor Joe moves in across the hall and it all comes crashing down.

Tags: Alternate Universe: Modern Setting, single dad Nicky, Artist Joe, friends to lovers, parental bonding, first kiss, emotional baggage, emotional hurt/comfort, found family, trust issues, happy ending Pairings: Joe/Nicky, Andy/Quynh Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 56,632 Why I Love It: OKAY, CONFESSION TIME: I haven’t finished reading this fic. I keep meaning to but real life really dealt me a sucker punch at the end of 2020 (and, y’know, a large part of winter 2021) and I lost track. HOWEVER. I read the first 5 or 6 chapters and was captivated because I cannot tell you how few times I have read and felt the struggle of being a single parent the way that goldheartedsky writes it. Nicky’s struggles are so real and so realized that it’s gorgeous. It feels...gritty, in a way. I’ve started rereading it and I love how the interplay between all the characters feels like a quilt just coming together. SO while I haven’t read the whole thing (imagine my delight to see it’s (A) finished and (B) THERE’S A SECOND ONE??!!), I do think that this is a gorgeous read, just from what I read of the beginning. @goldheartedsky is on tumblr and has written other fics for The Old Guard!

Between Us Two by mehm

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Nicky says.

“Okay, sure,” Joe says, looking like he’s ready to bang his head against the wall. “Because it looks like you just kidnapped our neighbour’s babies, Nicolò.”

Tags: Angst, Fluff, Introspection, angst, Kidfic Pairing: Joe/Nicky Rating: Gen Word Count: 4,820 Why I Love It: Okay, this isn’t strictly Joe and Nicky being parents, but I think that it counts because it shows what downtime for Joe and Nicky can look like at times. Nicky with his big heart and Joe with his vibrant soul deciding, we can make a difference here. It’s a sweet, sweet fic but it has some melancholy moments in the way that you would expect. My favorite way to think about this one, in particular, is thoughtful. It gives such care to how these men think about things and, in this instance, children. I could not find anywhere if mehm was on tumblr or not, but mehm has written more for The Old Guard on AO3!

A Matter of Choice by Fadagasaki

"Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice." - William Jennings Bryan.

When Paolo reaches out online for advice as a single father of his miraculous baby daughter, he receives a reply from a fellow single father living in the Netherlands.

Tags: Slow burn, single parents, Il Padre d’Italia, Hartenstraat Pairing: Paolo/Daan Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 46,992 (and still going!) Why I Love It: Okay, okay, okay. Hear me out: I know that TECHNICALLY, this is not Joe and Nicky. I know that it may also not be what you’re looking for, but I feel like I HAVE to rec it. This fic is WONDERFUL. It’s wonderful and so well done that you don’t have to have seen either movie to understand it - single father Paolo reaches out and gets help from single father Daan. It’s incredibly slow burn but it’s so well done and I love that it feels like a facet of Joe and Nicky, to be honest. Fadagasaki does a great job of grounding it within the fandom at large and the movies themselves. My vote is to always give a chance and I hope you do! I could not find anywhere if fadagasaki is on tumblr, but they have written more for The Old Guard on AO3!

#mod: cactusdragon517 #the old guard #joe #nicky #joe/nicky #kid fic #rec list #<5k #<25k #<50k #<60k

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headoverheelsforramsey · 3 years

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Hello, hello! This week, we are going on a little:

Home Tour!

Notes: Answer the following with pictures (dialogue from your characters is optional!). Collages are highly encouraged if you want to answer a question with multiple pictures because tumblr mobile only allows 10 total pics. Otherwise, tumblr on a desktop lets you add multiple pictures (non-beta)!

For both:

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Living room and home office (if any)?

Kitchen and dining room?

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Other rooms?

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Super super late to this, because of my stupid exam but now we are here so let's go! 💃🏽🏠

A/N : I am placing this two years and seven months after the wedding, because I HC Ethan and Meera staying at Ethan's apartment for two years after the wedding and they only start house hunting when they have the baby talk and start trying for a baby. So technically not newlyweds anymore. Now let's get started! ✨

Meera opens the door and greets Bree.

Meera : Hii Bree, welcome to our humble abode.

Bree (chuckles) : This place is anything but humble. I hope I am not causing much trouble.

Meera : Absolutely not. Who else is going to make me feel like a youtuber?

Both laugh, Ethan joins and greets Bree.

Bree : Congratulations on the good news Dr. Ramsey. How far are y'all?

Ethan : Thank you Bree. It's been 3 months already.

Meera (cradling her small bump) : Yup one trimester down two more to go.

Ethan (kissing her forehead) : And then there will be a mini version of you running around these halls.

Meera : Nope it's gonna be a mini you.

The couple shares a look as if challenging each other.

Meera : Fine, Bree, whose team are you on? Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?

Bree : I am happy with either because at the end I'll be interviewing him or her too.

The three of them share a laugh.

Bree : Let's get started, shall we?

Ethan : Sure.

What does the outside of the home look like? (Front/back yard, garden, pool, etc)

Front :

Meera : We were looking for something modern yet chic, something that is totally us. I fell in love with the design whereas Ethan was in total awe of the open space and glass doors. Needless to say our heart was stuck on this no matter how many more houses we visited.

Backyard :

Ethan : The backyard also doubles up as the garden but it's not quite completed yet.

Meera : Yes it's been two months since we moved, and we haven't been able to work on the garden because of work and the pregnancy. Ethan : But we want to build a garden with a tree house and maybe some swings.

Meera (too excited) : Ohh swings! Yes please add it onto the list. Why didn't I think of it before?

Pool :

Meera : Definitely my favorite part!

Ethan : She is a water baby through and through so that's no surprise.

Meera : Don't act like you don't appreciate me in a swimsuit, Ramsey (winks)

Ethan : There is no denying that.

Living room and home office (if any)?

Living room :

Ethan : Meera was hell bent on having an L-shaped couch.

Meera : Those things are so bougie I had to have one because now I can finally afford one. But yeah the living room is so relaxing with a beautiful view of the outside.

Home office :

Meera : Honestly speaking, I do not understand the utility of a home office, I didn't understand back at his apartment neither do I understand now. If I am supposed to work from home I can do that on the couch or on my bed or even better on the daybeds by the pool.

Ethan (shaking his head) : You'll get it darling. When you start your maternity leave I'll see how you make zoom calls with the pool as your background.

Meera shrugs.

Kitchen and dining room?

Meera : This part was all Ethan so I'll let him do the talking.

Ethan (proudly) : A Poggenpohl kitchen with a granite-topped island adds an ultramodern touch. Glass shelves display colorful glassware convenient to the wet bar. A translucent sliding glass door below the shelves hides the more utilitarian gadgets. And finally playful mod pendant lights seem to levitate over the dining table, which is meant to resemble a river running through the woods.

Meera : You sure you didn't miss your true calling as an interior designer babe?

Ethan (smirks) : Nope, just the fact that I tend to excel at everything I do, Rookie.

Meera : And that makes you 10 times hotter!

Bedrooms? (Master, guest, others)

Master bedroom :

Meera : The bedroom has a different color scheme and tone from the rest of the house because I wanted it to stand out and break the monotone.

Ethan : Again the chandelier was Meera's opinion.

Meera : Finding common ground between his minimalistic taste and mine was difficult but we made it through.

Master Bathroom :

Ethan : Meera I don't think it was necessary to bring Bree in here.

Meera : It was absolutely necessary! Just look at this tub Bree! The bubbles and champagne dates we have here are a total hit.

Guest rooms :

Ethan : We have two guest rooms and both are styled the same way, but unfortunately we haven't had any guests yet.

Meera : Is it unfortunate Dr. Ramsey? Bryce is just a call away from crashing here.

Ethan (pinching the bridge of his nose) : Anyone but Lahela.

Meera : We haven't thought about the baby's room yet. But we have the nursery now.

Ethan : Yes, maybe we'll turn the nursery into a bedroom or one of the guest rooms in a few years. Let's see.

Nursery :

Meera : This was completed just yesterday hence the delay in the interview, Bree.

Ethan : We decided to keep the gender of the baby a surprise so we went with a gender neutral nursery that matches the colour scheme of the house.

Meera : Also because Ethan Ramsey would rather die than paint the walls of his house pink and blue.

Ethan (rolls eyes)

Other rooms?

Home library :

Meera (takes in the smell of books) : Better known as my safe haven.

Ethan : This was absolutely non-negotiable for Meera.

Meera : We both own a lot of books and the collection keeps on increasing now with the baby incoming. And look at this reading space. It's from my dreams.

Ethan : This is tucked away in a far corner of the house and is the most serene place around here. Once, I returned home from the hospital and called out to Meera a hundred times, she didn't answer, I started panicking and then found her silently sitting here in her own world.

Meera : If I ever go missing please check here before running to the police, because once I am in here I forget the existence of the world.

Bree picks up "Peppa pig's super noisy Sound Book" which was kept on a thick medical journal with a smile.

Ethan feels embarrassed but Meera laughs.

Meera : Yes these are the new ones in our collection. Ethan was reading it to the baby before you arrived.

Home Bar :

Ethan : The wine cellar grew into a home mini bar because we had this unused space left.

Meera : He loves showing this and his collection off.

Ethan : Excuse me! If I remember correctly your friends were very impressed as well.

Meera : True that. Bryce went bat shit crazy during the housewarming party. He said he felt he got back his bartending days.

Ethan (proudly) : And Jackie's exact words for that evening's toast was "to hell with Donahue's"

Meera : Yeah yeah, you did a great job honey. Also the more surfaces the better for us.

Ethan : Keep it PG for the love of God.

Meera (shrugs) : Pregnancy hormones.

Bree (points) : And that?

Ethan (facepalms) : The only thing that doesn't match with the vibe here.

Meera : Nonsense! It was a housewarming gift from my friends and I absolutely love it. Ethan just feels it is a cheaper and juvenile version of his favourite game, soccer. But don't worry Bree, I'll get him to play someday.

Ethan (smirk) : I would very much like to see you try Dr. Ramsey-Bose.

Meera : And I'll see how you say no when your son asks.

Ethan : It's gonna be a daughter.

Meera : We'll see.

Do you own your dream home? If not, what does that dream home look like?

Ethan : For the majority of my life home for me was a structure of bricks and cement with a ceiling but Meera was the one who brought all the love and light and showed me what a real home felt like. So for me, my home is where my heart is and for this lifetime it's kept safe with this gorgeous woman whom I fortunately call my wife.

Silence lasts for a couple of minutes then Meera snorts.

Meera (drying her eye) : Damn you pregnancy hormones, I am not even wearing waterproof mascara. It was super cheesy Ethan, a non pregnant me would have definitely called you out on your cheese but this pregnant Meera has to agree with you. Even a stable is my dream home if I have my dream husband with me. (she kisses Ethan) but I wouldn't mind a Jacuzzi, a home theatre, a game room (laughing)

Ethan (an easy smile on his face) : Always knew you were in it because of the money Bose.

What is your favorite room to spend time in with each other?

Meera : The library. Just him reading to our unborn child like he isn't already the most perfect man in the world.

Ethan (a very satisfied smile on his face) : First I am very surprised that you kept it PG. So the obvious answer is the bedroom but other than that, the patio, which is not a room though.

Ethan : Meera has a slight deficiency in vitamin D so to avoid complications, we spend a lot of time here in the sun. We play board games, read and even discuss work here sometimes.

Meera : Ooh yes! This was another great investment and a great way to utilise the humongous outdoor space we have.

Ethan : I hope you had fun Bree. Thank you so much for doing this.

A quick shoutout to @a-crepusculo and @jamespotterthefirst who came to my rescue when I couldn't add more than 10 pics. Also thank you Bree for doing this you are a star and an angel. 💜

Tagging my usual : @starrystarrytrouble @mm2305 @charisworld @choicesfanaf @potionsprefect @genevievemd @shanzay44 @little-flowers-on-heaven @schnitzelbutterfingers @coffeeheartaddict @gryffindordaughterofathena @chemist-ana @adiehardfan @custaroonie @ireneadlerisseggsy @takemyopenheart @natureblooms24 @mainstreetreader @izzyourresidentlawyer @a-crepusculo @quixoticdreamer16 @starryeyedrookie @barbean

+ @openheartfanfics

Please let me know if you want to be added or removed. And if you want to sit out only the answers to the ask games hit me up too. There won't be any hard feelings. I promise. 💜

#asked and answered #newlywed game with our host Bree #queen Bree supremacy!#jamespotterthefirst #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x meera #dr. meera bose #cue the queue

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anironsidh · 3 years

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AnironSidh 2020 fic and moodboard masterpost

I didn’t write very much this year between the general mess of 2020 and senior year, but here’s what I did manage to write this year (sorted by fandom). If there’s no chapter count for a fic, it’s a oneshot

Queen/BoRhap

Just Keep Losing My Beat || jimercury Hogwarts au. Freddie Mercury/Jim Hutton (jimercury), Brian May/Roger Taylor (maylor). Hogwarts au, found family, maylor, jimercury, i will post more soon. Chapters: 7/?

Summary: Hogwarts is not ready for Freddie Mercury. Not even close.In which Brian May is trying to be successful, Roger Taylor is just confused, John Deacon doesn't want the spotlight, and Freddie Mercury just wants to find somebody to love and make his place in the world.

(Love Of My Life) Don't Leave Me || hardzello (for borhap summer cast event) for the @queenandborhapevents and written for @johndeaconshands. Hardzello, fluff, happy ending, love confessions, first kiss

Summary: Joe's worried about what kind of future he and Ben may have once the movie is no longer keeping them in the same place, and he may find something more waiting for him to ask. - Written for johndeaconshands on tumblr for the BoRhap Summer Event 2020

Love Was Such An Easy Game To Play || tyob 2020 gift fic for xofunghoul / @heybuddy-drabbles. This fic was for the @queenandborhapevents two years of borhap event. hardzello, flashbacks, fluff, picnic, proposal.

Summary: A look back at how Ben and Joe figured things out, got together, made a home with each other, and in which Joe has just one question in mind. - A gift fic for xofunghoul and the two years of borhap exchange on tumblr (modded by @maz-zello and myself). Prompt was for hardzello, fluff, domestic moments. I think I did pretty well, let me know what y'all think in the comments!

Phandom/Dan and Phil

For The Dreams of Youth || phandom reverse bang 2020 parent!phan au for the @phandomreversebang 2020. art by @akikaji and beta @rainbowchristy. Dan/Phil, fluff, parent!phan Chapters 2/3

Summary: Dan isn't quite sure about a kid of his own. It hadn't felt like a possibility, not until recently. He may find that he's more ready than he expected. Dan and Phil's journey towards parenthood told through a series of videos to one day hand over to their child.

I Wonder When We're Gonna Make It || phandom reverse bang 2020 (1980s au), for the phandomreversebang 2020. Dan/Phil, queen references, 1980s au, period typical homophobia, happy ending, angst with fluff. Chapters 1/2. art by @luisaloveshoney and betaed by @i-might-leave-soon / @eilidh

Summary: When a new neighbor moves into the town that Daniel Howell has lived in his entire life and finds his safe spot in the town's vineyard, he will challenge Dan's view of himself and his town. Soon enough, they find themselves in an attraction nothing like Dan's ever known and one that those around them cannot understand. This may be Dan's only chance to escape and truly be himself. - A fic for a phandom reverse bang 2020 prompt in which Dan and Phil live near a vineyard, sneak grapes, drink stolen wine, and fall in love despite the times (1980s). Also, in which I project my love for queen onto Dan, because Muse doesn't exist yet and because I can.

I Ain't Gonna Face No Defeat a good omens au for the @phandomreversebang 2019, masterpost and art by @hiwatari-art here. Dan/Phil, good omens au, post bookshop scene, Crowley!Dan x Aziraphale!Phil. betaed by phanandpenguins/ @ringsandbutterflies

Summary: Daniel Howell has been stationed on earth for six thousand years, his only constant companion Phil Lester, an angel of Heaven. When his angel is nearly taken away from him he begins to realize just how important Phil is to him. -the bar scene in ep6 of good omens where Aziraphale is discorperated and Crowley is in the bar mourning him- Please be sure to check the art by hiwatari! Thanks to phanandpenguins for their beta work!

Good Omens

Songs Full Of Sad Things || Ineffable Husbands Raphael!Crowley for the good omens big bang. Crowley was Raphael, eventual happy ending, angst and fluff, wip. Chapters 8/15

Summary: -Crowley and Aziraphale are quite happy in their new Tadfield cottage five years after Armageddon, or rather, the armageddon-that-wasn't. They've settled into a routine with each other and the Them. Everything seems fine. Anathema and Newton are even getting married soon. -And then everything Crowley has built up for the last 6,000 years comes tumbling down with a visit from Gabriel and the revelation of his past, of how high he Fell. He hadn't wanted to remember his past as an archangel. Not now. His past is told bit by bit while those brought together by the almost-end of the world must pick up the pieces. - aka Crowley was the archangel Raphael, Gabriel's a dick, and Aziraphale just wants to help. Also, Warlock WILL fight anyone who hurts his Nanny, even God.

As You Wish || Good Omens/Princess Bride au, inspired by @anotherwellkeptsecret. Princess bride au, another one I promise i will get back to, eventual happy ending. Chapters 2/?

Summary: Warlock is sick and Nanny Ashtoreth reads him a story of romance and swordfights, perhaps inspired by a certain angel she knows. In which Aziraphale is Buttercup and in love with the handsome Crowley, a farm boy. When he is reported dead, killed by the Dread Pirate Nutter, Aziraphale falls into despair and eventually agrees to marry the devious Prince Gabriel. He is kidnapped by a con artist, Beelzebub, and their two henchmen in order to start a war. Crowley, who survived his rumored attack, rescues him from the trio. They must now free Aziraphale from Gabriel's clutches if they wish to have a new life with each other. Inspired by anotherwellkeptsecret on tumblr (penumbra on ao3)

Before I Lose You || gomens holiday swap gift for @gregayy and the Good Omens Holiday Exchange. post-canon, fluff with a sprinkling of angst but there’s barely any tbh, ineffable husbands, (technically for the gomens 2019 holiday swap, but it was posted on the third of january so I’m including it)

Summary: Armageddon has been averted, and yet their troubles are far from over. Heaven and Hell want their revenge for a Plan foiled. Crowley knows this far too well, knows he has far too little time for what he's wanted for so many centuries... Aziraphale. Believing they may not live to see another sunset, they take a step usually taken by humans. They've only got this one chance, don't they?aka they get married, believing they may not have another chance to, as requested by gregayy/scmnz

Can't You See || good omens ficlet for @wheeloffortune-design. Ineffable husbands, ficlet, happy ending, first kiss

Summary: Crowley being brave - wheeloffortune-design on tumblr. Based on this art, I think I wrote this instead of studying for a midterm lmao

Hobbit/LOTR

By His Side || Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 Bagginshield fic for KeyWolf25888 for the @haveahappyhobbitholiday 2020 exchange. Gen, M/M, Bilbo/Thorin, happy ending, fluff, bilbo stays in erebor fic

Summary: Bilbo Baggins is just staying in Erebor for now, just until he knows every member of the Company will be alright after the Battles, but his feelings for a certain dwarven king may change his plans just slightly.Or, a Bilbo Stays In Erebor fic as requested by KeyWolf25888 for the Have A Happy Hobbit Holiday 2020 exchange! I haven't done much Hobbit fic in a while, but it was nice to get back to these characters.

Reylo

you're nothing, but not to me || reylo fix-it. Rey/Ben Solo, poe/finn, tros fix it fic bc i was mad after watching that movie, I promise I’ll get back to it soon I just need to work out the plot (and it could also use a beta, if anyone’s interested) Chapters 3/?

Summary: The aftermath of the victory. They may have won, but what comes next? What happens when the battle is won, when the fight is over, but a former enemy is brought into their midst? What happens when Rey brings a near-death Ben Solo back with her? The remaining Resistance is not willing to forgive him easily for what he has done as Kylo Ren. It will not be easy, but it must be done.

Moodboards

Phandom/Dan and Phil

Phandom Reverse Bang 2020 Pride Au Moodboard, fics by @judearaya and @counting2fifteen Summary: Dan goes to pride for the first time, traveling to London on his own. He hasn't come out to his family yet, just a random person online called amazingphil. At pride, he sees a man (Phil) on a float and decides he has to talk to him. Eventually (maybe after a few times hanging out/dates) he finds out that Phil is amazingphil. The moodboard for my prb 2020 pride au, with fics by counting2fifteen and judearaya!

Queen

Royal Maylor au honeymoon in Japan

Queen Iliad au with hardzello, maylor, and deacury

Brian’s Birthday moodboard

Maylor Hamilton au

Jimercury Sad moodboard (hurts like hell)

Reylo

Titanic au

Moodboard for You’re Nothing, but not to me

Reylo good omens au

Moodboard for the Heartbreak Prince, fic by the wonderful @kylorenvevo (Thea)

Reylo Frankenstein au, idea partially by @indefinitelyindia

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solange-lol · 3 years

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hiii in celebration of AUctober, what are some of your fav solangelo AUs?

Anonymous said to solange-lol:

Hi! Kinda a random question: do you have any favorite riordanverse fanfics that you’d suggest reading? I’m looking for ones to read, but I’ve been having trouble finding new ones! Thanks!

rec list #1 | rec list #2

all recs can be found under the tag ‘lizs solangelo fic recs’ on my blog!

technically its past auctober now, but better late then never to drop my third solangelo rec list!! especially considering the state of the world rn ... lets just say its a celebration of me actually participating in sw for the first time in a while

rec under cut as always!! its not all aus but its the count that thots

Find Another Place to Stay by @unwieldyink

personally i think breakup fics are incredibly underrated, and i also think annie is incredibly underrated, so enjoy ur little cry if you read this one (tw // violence in this one)

Hershey’s kiss by @unwieldyink

we love a godswap!! it’s actually been a while since ive read this one and i reread this while making this rec list and can i just say that zeus!nico and hermes!will are both such valid concepts and this just has a rly good dynamic to it

Actors by @buoyantsaturn

i could talk about this fic for hours but lets just say ao3 has told me ive visted this fic 40 times. im not kidding. fake dating is just a godtier trope

start of something new by jinniefic

if you know me, you know that i fricken LOVE high school musical, and this is literally just the start of the first movie but solangelo and honestly a little more iconic please read even if ur not a hsm fan

paper/plastic by @rosyredlipstick

the fact that this is from 2018 and took this long to get into my rec list is tragic because i think about this fic a lot... a lot. mortal au. very chill, strangers to lovers, very good vibes, will be rereading soon (everything rosy writes is amazing we already knew this)

10:37pm by @buoyantsaturn

surprise another cj fic! fun fact she debated with us for a good half hour about what to title this fic so go read it so you can tell her you like the name (and the fic itself... its a very good fic) (tw // alchohol and drug use for this one)

Sunflower by ChiseHatori

3 days in the infirmary is probably the easiest trope u can find in the solangelo tag but i have to say this one really made me soft just bc it feels a lot more in character than some of the others ive read, and it basically picks up right where they ended in the books

Will You, or Will You Not? by @thebluesideofmyworld

marriage fics... also very soft. just boys bein boys. dual engagements. mortal au. all that good stuff vv soft i loved it

let your heart win by @justanothervampiregirl

this one is short but its also probably one of the most in character fics ive ever read and i really like this style of writing mixed with canon compliance so :)

The Magic of Naomi Solace by Sweetymomo

naomi solace, underratted legend. i aspire to have her relationship with will. lots of familial background if you like that!! and its set at a bnb!!

forget all the shooting stars and silver moons by itotallyreadthatbook

when i saw this in the tag i was SO excited bc we love high school aus here and it was!! very good indeed!! this trope is one ive never seen before and i recommend 10/10 good banter

They won’t always live by Phantomxlegend

will overworking himself and coping with loss always makes me :(( so if ur okay with some will angst then buckle up

“I am fully capable of kicking your ass” by @unwieldyink

i remember i saw the email notification for this one and immediately was like yup absolutely im in and it 100% lives up to its title we love capture the flag solangelo

the night we met by peachyytomlinson

a lil ooc but also very angsty and did make me emotional when i read this late at night. i think i wrote something similar a while back but i just aaaaa will angst man

“look how hard i can cry FWSHHH” by @buoyantsaturn

call me biased bc i like to claim that i originated the idea of demeter!will and cj dedicated this fic to me but like BRO its so soft and i love it here nico leave the plants along challenge failed

femboy hooters, or the time percy jackson failed to keep a secret by luciethebean

its all fun and games until the fic turns out to genuinely be really good. like, yes the title is exactly what you think it is but it doesnt matter bc its so fricken well written im^@*#&(*)($_$#&^@$(@*)* yeah

Of Ties and Significant Annoyances by seokjinvilla (@thechampagnecocainegasoline)

we dont support jkr in this household but what we do support is this bc this plot is genius and i love it

everything’s going swimmingly by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

fun fact i posed the idea of a sports/team prompt to the sw mod crew literally just so someone would pull through and write a swim au and ethan DID without even knowing. i love them and their writing style is so !!!! please read it

when you smile (the whole world stops) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

another ethan fic!! this is the perfect fic for a rough day where u just want some cuddles bc thats literally the plot of the fic. i love this one with my entire heart its very fluffy 10/10 do reccomend

pumpkin spice (i hate it, it's not nice) (ok maybe it's a little nice) by tsunamiroll (@catboy-ethan)

ethan fic part 3!! bc i binge read these all in one night!! literally again their writing style is so amazing and the witty banter!!!! also we love a retail bookstore au

Burnt Plastic (and Other Bad Ideas) by More_of_This

so this one isnt exactly romantically solangelo but it is hilarious in my opinion and i absolutely adore well written college aus and while i know nothing about college this fic is so funny to me (if you read the tags there is, in fact, a raccoon involved) (tw // drinking for this one)

all because you kissed me goodnight by @buoyantsaturn

i have been WAITING for a mortal counselors au and im sure theres some out there already but y’all already know im a cj stan! lots of slowburn, friends to lovers, coworkers, all the good stuff (and i named this one and offered cj a lot of materials from my own camp so this one especially hits!! i reccomend for those good ol summer vibes!!) (tw // drinking for this one)

Waiting With You by @buoyantsaturn

oh boy buckle up if u want an angst ride because this fic tore me apart. i keep threatning cj with “dont pull another waiting with you”. that being said, very much feels like a movie while youre reading it, very fluffy in the middle, we love mutual pining.

Little Italian Boy by @buoyantsaturn

stream little italian boy by grace gilmore. youll get it. thats it.

The Clues by @thebluesideofmyworld

secret dating when done well is legit one of my favorite tropes of all time and this!!! this!!!!!!!!! its outsiders perspective also which is another one of my favorite tropes, and just little views on nicos life and i love it

So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) by @buoyantsaturn

will solace, sponsered by kitkats, cj edition

no but if you read tower of nero you’ll really like this missing pieces pre-ton fic this is a really soft little fic with a bunch of easter eggs from the book in it, so i highly recommend! if you havent read ton yet and are still avoiding spoilers, come back to this one!

reaching for the sun (you, you, you) by moonswords (@tortadelimao)

i just read this one about 2 hours ago for the first time and i am Still thinking about it. its like the getting together that i literally feel like is canon and the vibes are Immaculate (also william “what about me looks straight” solace)

“Are we on a date right now?” by @unwieldyink

overworked will, nico helping out in the infirmary, first dates & hikes, canon compliant, we love to see it (also its an annie fic so ur required by law to read it)

Outrunning karma by Phantomxlgend

more will angst! featuring angry overworked will!

Everlasting Ring by minyoongurt (@blueblackslowtown)

i was Very excited when i read the summary of this one, and i think minyoongurt did a really good job!! healer will, injured nico, the whole dynamic. also i love the idea of nico only knowing “thank you” “go away” and “fuck you” in sign language. im pretty sure thats canon

The Little Thing by Rainbow_Mess

i belive this is also a pre-toa fic thats just exploring all the stuff we found out about will in ton and its very short and sweet :)

and of course, a few of my recent works for your consideration

who is he (and what is he to you?)

just doing my silly little tasks

i don’t need three bars to tell me we’re meant to connect

truly, madly, deeply

#solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #pjo #heros of olympus #lizs solangelo fic recs #mine

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kinkyacademia · 4 years

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Could I request a scenario or even headcanons (whichever is easier) with Overhaul of how he would be with fem s/o and she just so happens to have a erasure-like quirk.... (I’m sorry it’s so vague I can elaborate if necessary) thank you so much!

So the thing is it is 3:30AM and my dog is alseep next to me, hands not working, I want to write sex.Okay I ended up rewriting and finishing the request, but the fact that my intro was so dumb still makes me laugh XD

-Mod Pasta🍜🍝

💊You had met Overhaul when he was just starting the Shie Hassaikai, you being fresh out of a mediocre Hero Course and still struggling to find your place in the world.You were always told that hero life suited you, but that it would be hard to find work because of your quirk. Why did it have to be hard? Why were everyone’s compliments so backhanded? You wanted to do good, but it felt like the government didn’t care.

💊He pulled you out of that mess and depression, telling you that you were incredible, your quirk was a blessing, wrapping his arm around you without flinching. Without flinching. One of the first things he said to you was, “You’re clean, you may have a quirk, but it’s clean.”

💊That was about a year ago. Overhaul sometimes asked for you assistance with Eri’s “temper tantrums,” Or to teach certain members a lesson, or just to make himself feel temporarily clean. The more skin-to-skin contact he had with you, the better his mood would get that day. There were many parts to his business that you opposed, especially the use of Eri, but you didn’t want to be useless and deny him your service. This wasn’t the easy route you had to remind yourself. You were helping.

💊More contact meant less clothes, and despite his adverseness to germs, the closest he could get to you was sex. He was infatuated with you, and for the first time in his life, he opened his being to someone. It was all on his own terms, of course, but you were more than happy to oblige. You were helping a man achieve his dreams after all, and what was more desirable that a driven person?

💊You had to admit that Kurono throwing you at Chisaki like a happy pill was a bit annoying, but you also felt important. You were this important to one person, especially a very important man - this was what you wanted. You wanted to help others, and this did the job just fine despite the obvious drawbacks. Overhaul made it very clear that you could return to the hero world whenever you wanted, but reminded you of what would happen: You would be shunned for leaving for so long, you would never find work, you would fall into a pit of despair and never be recognized.

💊Technically you only needed to touch someone once to cancel their quirk for a couple minutes, but Overhaul obviously enjoyed your continued use.

On one particular bad day, you were drinking tea in the backyard when you heard footsteps approaching, blocking the sun from reaching you and casting a shadow, “Yes?”

“You’re needed (L/N),” It was short and sweet, but you knew what Kurono meant. His voice was strained, and you pushed yourself up slowly, giving him an apologetic smile.

“Is he okay?”

“Not exactly,” He nodded to the back door, and you felt a prick of annoyance at his rushed tone, but proceeded inside nonetheless. You went down a staircase, down a few winding stone halls, then found Kendo Rappa standing outside of Overhaul’s room, arms crossed in front of him as he pouted, glaring at you. You looked away, hoping he wouldn’t confront you.

As you passed him, reaching for the doorknob, he spoke up with a crackly tone, indicating how his conversation with the masked man went, “You’re going in? He’s pretty pissed,” he chuckled, reaching for your hand.

“That’s okay,” You giggled, waving him off, “Thank you though.”

“I warned yah,” He shrugged, looking up and down the hall before leaving you, throwing one last sentence over his shoulder, “We should fight!”

“Right,” You muttered, rolling your eyes. It was like his departing phrase: fight me, give me a battle, see you next round, etc. You pushed his warnings out of your head, taking a deep breath before opening knocking with one hand and pushing the door open, “It’s me.”

“Close the door,” Just as you were got inside, you were ordered around. You had to swallowed your pride and not state that that was exactly what you were going to do. Usually he praised the ground you walked on, but Kurono and Rappa were right: this was a particularly bad day, likely because of Rappa.

You sat in front of him while he looked over a set of papers, “Did Chronostasis send you?” He hummed, turning a page. You nodded.

“Yeah,” Your eyes traveled to a few books that had fallen from his shelves. The fact that they weren’t picked up made your nerves stand on end. The clean-freak himself wasn’t cleaning.

You got up to clean the books up, and he didn’t stop you. Once everything looked orderly, you turned to him, approaching him now from behind his desk, “I guess today was hard?”

“Correct,” He mumbled, getting to the last page, “I would rather my subordinates do what I ask of them without question, but some need motivation,” He clicked his tongue, rubbing his fingers over the paper delicately. It looked like he was trying not to crinkle it, but his anger caused the edge of the paper to turn in. He stared at it for a second, then slowly placed the paper on top of the stack, shaking his head with a groan of disappointment.

You smiled, gingerly placing a hand on his shoulder to provide the much-needed relief he craved, “They’ve fought before, but last time their reasons were jaded. You provide a clear goal: Maybe that’s what’s important to them,” You gave him an experimental squeeze. He didn’t respond, his eyes closed as he thought. A moment passed, and you began to feel an awkward silence brewing. Suddenly he pushed his chair back, reaching up to grab your wrist and pull you down to eye level.

“I’m their boss. You,” His eyes travelled to your chest, then back up, causing your cheeks to flare, “You’re too perfect to give trash like them excuses.”

“Oh,” You whispered, heart pounding. Your surroundings became sharp and in better focus as adrenaline surged through your veins, “Thank you.”

He let go of your hand, and you crouched in front of him awkwardly, awaiting his word. You found trouble thinking for yourself these days: it was just so easy to let Overhaul make the decisions. He pulled his gloves off, putting them in his jacket pocket before removing the coat and placing it on the back of his chair. You knew what was coming, and it excited you to no end.

“You should be ready,” He started working on his mask, and you eyed the awkward man before reaching under your skirt and hooking a finger around your shorts and panties. You stepped out of them, looking around. You ended up placing them on the ground next to his seat, turning back to him. He was staring at your chest, and you instinctively went to cover your breasts.

“Over-”

“Leave the skirt,” He continued to stare with hungry eyes, “I enjoy all of you, (F/N),” He raised a hand up to form the come here sign. You obliged, and he reached a hand out to your legs. You too the cue to climb onto his seat, straddling him and sitting on his knees, “You’re a pure form of human.”

“I think you underestimate your own worth, you’re just as amazing as me,” Your hand came up to his neck, resting against it as your quirk took hold once again. His mask was on the desk now, but a black one underneath had taken its place. You rarely got to kiss him, but he seemed to enjoy the contact of the kiss rather than the emotions behind it. He was better at expressing those through speech and touch.

“We’re powerful together,” He settled that, “But that’s not important now… Tell me about your day,” You chuckled- he was quite monotonous when it came to casual talk. His bare hands went to your shirt, pulling it off of you. He wasn’t one to hold back - the moment your shirt was off, he went to your bra. Skilled with his hands, it dropped immediately and they went to your breasts.

“It was-” You had to pause when he took your shirt off, “Good! I went and made lunch for Eri. She’s so big now,” You hummed with content, then was cut off by his roaming fingers, “You’re cold,” You whispered with a laugh. He stopped for a second, then nodded slowly.

“You’re warm,” He stroked your breasts downward, his fingers reaching your skirt. His eyes flickered up to your own, “You know I enjoy watching you.”“Yeah,” Excitement bubbled within you as you looked down at his lap. Your boyfriend could even be labelled as nice after sex, having been as intimate as possible with the girl who gave him the relief of being “clean.”

He started to seem impatient, leaning closed to you. Your stomach did flips, and you reached for his belt buckle, undoing it and pulling it off. You placed it on the ground, then undid the button and zipper to his pants, pulling them down a bit. All that was left was his boxers, and this was where the leader-type man would usually take the reigns. You were given them for today, however, and you had some feeling of pride in it

You pulled the hem down, enough for his semi-erection to spring loose. You gently gripped it in your hand, enjoying the veins and texture. The rest of his body had a smooth, flawless feeling, likely due to using his quirk on himself. He hadn’t done the same to his member, and the contrast was a strange, but interesting aspect of the man. His breath caught for a second, and your eyes flickered to his own. They seemed expectant. You gave an experimental pump, and he took a short, sharp breath. You felt your own core aching - you had never been with someone other than Overhaul. The Hero Course strictly forbid fraternizing, and everyone was too good two shoes to try anything serious. Overhaul’s style, the way he ordered you, the way he pleased you - it was all you knew, and you knew you liked it a lot. He always left you satisfied, if not yearning for another round.

You raised your hand to your mouth, licking it before going back down to lubricate him. You bit your bottom lip, seeing he was fully erect and ready. Your heavy-lidded eyes met his own, and his hands made their way under your thighs, lifting you up slightly, “I’m growing impatient.”

“Sorry,” You chuckled, pushing yourself up on the arms of his chair and scooting forward. You reached down and position himself at your wet entrance, already remembering the intoxicating pleasure. Overhaul was a scientist after all, and he took data in so he could improve results. Sex never got old with him. You slowly sat, and your sigh of pleasure mixed with his sigh of relief.

“You’re just… perfect, you know?” You smiled, taking a few seconds to adjust to how deep he already was inside of you. His hands returned to your ass under the skirt, his hands still cold against you.

“I am clean, never perfect,” He shook his head, and you pushed yourself up a bit, then sat back down on his member. You gasped at the deep feeling, rolling your hips forward to relish it. You could see his jaw clenched and you reached up to rub it.

“You’re perfect for me, I never want anyone else,” Your hero side showed a bit, and you raised yourself up again, starting to find a rhythm. You weren’t used to riding, but you learned quickly. You were finding out what felt deeper and oh god what made your head spin.

“I feel the same to you,” He squeezed your ass, and you yelped, then laughed, a small sigh of content escaping your lips. You were starting to like pleasing yourself on him, and you knew he liked being inside of you, so it was a win-win. As you used his shoulders to support your bouncing, you got a surprise when his hips instinctively bucked up into you. He swallowed hard, and you realized he was holding back for your own sake.

“Ah… Fuck…” You moaned, rolling your hips into his own. His hands shifted to wrap around your waist, using his small thrusts to get even deep than your bouncing. With the joint effort, both of you felt pleased. Even Overhaul was groaning, his teeth grit. Your head fell next to his own on the side of the chair, your breathing heavy. You knew you were close, and he was as well.

“Overhaul!” You both were startled by a loud shout from behind his door. You pulled back to look at him with dazed confusion, and when there was a bang on the door, he leaned over and grabbed your shirt off the ground. You pulled it on, but the moment you did, a very angry Rappa entered the room. Your blood ran cold - Overhaul was still inside of you!

Overhaul was much better at handling the situation than you. He whispered for you to grab your phone and just play on it until this was over. After a lengthy conversation about the politics of the Yakuza and where Rappa stood, he finally calmed down. You had to use all your might not to react, looking away from Rappa and hiding yourself in the crook of Overhaul’s neck, looking at your phone mindlessly.

Rappa finally left, slamming the door as he did so. Once he was gone, you both waited a moment before you pulled back with a laugh, placing your phone on his desk and then turning to him, “That was close, good thing I kept my skirt-” When you saw how intense his eyes were, you had to do a double take. He’d really been holding back all of those emotions this whole time?

His hands slid under your ass, and he suddenly stood up, taking a step forward to place you across his desk, “It certainly was (F/N).”

“D-Do we get t-to finish?” You tried to play dumb, but your heart was racing, face flushed as his hands slid to your thighs. He grabbed them and pulled back, then snapped his hips forward. You were yet again at his mercy.

“Wait, I thought I was-” You began to whine, then was interrupted by another snap of his hips. A small gasp escaped your lips.

“I still own over you,” He reminded you, “I own over your perfect existence,” He immediately started at a fast pace, already riled up from being edged before. You had to grab the edge of the desk, back arching. You choked back a cry of surprise and pleasure.

“Ah-yes!” You exclaimed, legs wrapping around his back and keeping him close. You were both still aroused and stimulated from before, so you felt your orgasm coming quicker than expected.

“You’re perfect in every way,” He was barely panting, while your breathing was hot and heavy. You whined, gasped, and moaned, pitiful at best against his expertise when it came to your body. Each of his thrusts hit you in a pleasurable place, and you couldn’t hold back for long. Riding him was nothing like this - he was the master of pleasuring you.

“Fuck…” You quickly reached your climax, and once you did, you cried out and pulled him close to you, toes curling and muscles taught. He stayed buried inside of you, then once you were finished, you felt his own orgasm fill you with warmth. His level of control over his own body still surprised you.

After calming down and him pulling out of you, he set to cleaning up the mess with wipes and his quirk. You got your clothes back on, making sure he was better now. His mood was vastly improved, “Should I stay?”

“You may if you would like to,” He shrugged, wiping his chair down. You happily did so, sitting on his chair once he had moved onto the desk. He gave you a temporary glare, and you just giggled childishly. He rolled his eyes.

“I’ve got to say, that was a pretty silly situation.”

“It was,” He agreed, but you still wanted a laugh from him. You dramatically pouted.

“Aw, but you never laugh! Everybody laughs,” You whined, kicking your legs out.

“I’m not everyone,” He commented, then glanced at you once again, “I laugh. I laughed last night at dinner.”

“Chuckled,” You pointed at him, and he nodded slowly.

“That’s laughing,” He paused for a second, then nodded to himself as if to confirm his own belief. This left you laughing as well: he was just so odd.

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princesskokichi · 4 years

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fluff alphabet for kokichi

gosh i love him and i would do anything to protect him he means everything to me oh my god - mod kokichi

A = Attractive (What do hey find attractive about the other?)

their sense of humor, and their loyalty. it means the world that you are right there with him through everything, but he also likes things to be interesting.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

it depends on what age he is. if you're dating him while he's in high school, no, i don't think he would. he's too immature for one. but after his high school years, he would gradually grow into the idea of having a child, but only one.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

any way he can. particularly whe he's snuggling on you like a koala. but any way else is fine by him. just as long as he's touching you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

fun !! he likes having fun on dates. stuff like theme parks or rollercoasters or something that gets his blood pumping.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world...))

kokichi, to his s/o : " you are my smile. "

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

when it slaps him in the face. he's not dumb by any means, but he's just kind of blind and impervious to recognizing that he's in love.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

he's gentle in his own way. his way of being gentle is by joking around and making you smile.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

oh yeah. he doesn't hold hands all the time, but when he does, he needs to hold your hand for hours before he can let go again.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

they make things interesting, i like it. i hope this wasn't a one time thing.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

nope, he's not the kind of guy to get jealous very easily like that. it takes a lot for him to get jealous.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

he initiated the first kiss !! his kisses are much like his personality and random as fuck. he's playful yet there's a certain strength in his kiss that reminds you that he loves you very much and that he's not taking this as a joke.

L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)

both of you, probably. he probably waited until you were about to say it and then he would blurt it out loud at the same time as you.

M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)

when he first met you, and everything up until now. he just finds you as a best friend a partner for life. he's enamored by everything you do, because you're so amazing to him. so he just,, remembers everything. everything is his favorite memory of you.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

he says he wouldn't, and he denies that he does, but when he really gets comfortable in the relationship he starts bringing you random knick-knacks that makes him think of you. so technically it's not spoiling because he doesn't buy you everything you want, he just buys you whatever he wants to give you.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

a rainbow, because you're not just one color. you're red, your blue, and orange, and green. you're happy and cute. and scary and creepy. and joking and serious. you're everything he's looking for.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

oh gosh uhm,, i headcanon that he uses a lot of lame petnames like sugarplum or food-based nicknames

he likes being called prince. don't ask me why. i don't know. i'm just the messenger.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

dates on the beach. i literally can't explain this one. i just think he would love to spend time by the ocean or at a lake or something like that.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

oh my god rainy days are the worst days possible. he just,, he cannot deal with being stuck in the house all day, especially if the lights are turned off. he tries to make them fun anyways he can, like baking something when he's terrible at baking or learning how to do karate

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

usually, he tells jokes and does funny things to make others around him feel better. if he's upset, he's a little harder to cheer up. please just hold him and reassure him that being upset is temporary, but you'll be by his side forever.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

EVERYTHING. everything under the sun. has he talked about how to hide a body ? yes. politics ? yes. how cute cat paws are ? yes.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

making plans about world domination is kind of fun and usually helps him chill out. but when it doesn't, he doesn't have a backup plan to relax. often he has problems sleeping and he'll stay up in the middle of the night until he passes out from exhaustion. he's kind of bad at relaxing.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

it's kokichi, he likes to show off everything, but as a joke.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

like this ~ x

X = Xylophone (What's their song?)

outrunning karma - alec benjamin

it fits his killing game personality very well. just listen.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

occasionally. he'll sometimes bring it up as a joke, but he's being 100% serious about wanting to marry you one day

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

probably something different from a typical cat and dog, so maybe a ferret. idk why, i just see him having a ferret.

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #killing harmony #danganronpa kokichi #kokichi oma #danganronpa imagines #imagines #mod kokichi

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zutaraangtastic · 4 years

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for the prompt thing how about Ihro giving relationship advice to any of the three, could be preot3relatinship or etablished, i just though it was a cute idea.

Hi this is for the drabble challenge thing, could you write something about katara getting a little jealous of zuko and aang? Could be pre-poly or not I guess! Btw you are awesome

Didn’t originally intend to double up on these two prompts, but they fit well together. Enjoy! - Mod J

They’re washing dishes after the Jasmine Dragon’s doors close for the day, Katara bending water into two basins and Zuko’s uncle burning a block of wood for scrub ash.

In the South they use soap fats and fishbone scrapers, but it’s interesting to watch a firebender’s method. Iroh heats up the water in the first basin and stirs the ash in it, then takes up a rough cloth and the nearest teacups, dipping them both in the grayish water. He doesn’t let Katara do much of the work for him, despite her insistence that she wants to help.

The scraping – scrubbing – is always the most calming part to her, something she used to throw herself into when Sokka got on her nerves, subjecting her hands to aggressive, numbing repetition that allowed her to think. With enough force, the water usually scraped everything away for her once she learned to control her bending. Still, there was something satisfying about the manual labor, the raw knuckles and wrinkled fingertips.

Unlike her, Iroh doesn’t clean the dishes with any urgency, taking time and care with each cup and spoon. He hands them to her, and she plunks them into the second basin for a final rinse before she lines them up to dry.

It isn’t uncomfortable, being alone with him, but it’s also unusual – normally, her visits with him are visits with Zuko. This one is too, technically, except that Zuko and Aang are still off at Ba Sing Se’s Culture Day festival. She and Aang had run their own stall this year, with Southern cuisine and air nomad drums, and closed a little early so he’d have time to visit the other attractions. Their notoriety had drawn crowds all day, and Katara excused herself to go back to the tea shop instead when they were done.

Besides, Aang has Zuko to keep him company, anyways. It had been fun to spend the day with them both, but it was like there was something tense underneath it all.

Katara breaks the easy quiet with a quick, deep breath. “General Iroh?”

He laughs at that, not unkindly, but heartily, with his whole belly. “Please, it has been years since my retirement. Allow me to enjoy it. You can call me Uncle, as your friends do.”

“Uncle Iroh, then,” she corrects herself, resting her hands on the edge of the basin while she waits for the next dishes. “Can I ask you something, about Zuko?”

“Ahh. I suppose a little gossip will do no harm,” he says. “What is it that’s on your mind?”

“Do you think he likes someone?”

“Likes someone? Sure! I know he likes his friends. He may still be grumpy sometimes, but I assure you, he was much more hostile before he met all of you.”

Katara smiles, but shakes her head. “No – well, yes, I mean, I’m glad. But I guess what I’m asking is, has there been anyone special in his life? Since Mai?”

“Hmm.” Iroh turns his attention to removing a particularly difficult sugar stain from a cup as he considers her question. “I am afraid it would be a violation of his trust to speak too openly about his personal life, which is to say, if he had a personal life to speak of. He devotes much of his time to his duties, perhaps too much. If he keeps any company in private, I do not know of it.”

“I see.”

Iroh passes her the cup in the palm of his hand, his copper eyes curious. “I don’t mean to pry, but you seem troubled, Katara. Is all well with you?”

“It’s just…” She sighs. “I wish I knew how to read him. There are all these – rumors, and even what I’ve seen for myself, that make me wonder if…if Aang might be better off spending more time with him, than with me.”

She thinks of Aang’s easy laughter, and the way it made Zuko smile more freely, too, the two of them escaping the world for a day with a little less weight on their shoulders. The way Aang’s eyes softened, and the confusing pull on Katara’s own heart, when they watched Zuko hand a raspberry ice cone she made to a small child, his expression kind and indulgent as he urged the little one to try it.

It doesn’t make sense. She loves Aang. And she knows he loves her. But what if she’s holding him back from something else he wants?

And what does Zuko want? Aang always seems jealous when Katara spends time alone with the Fire Lord, but why does she feel the same when Aang does? She doesn’t even know who’s jealous of who anymore!

Katara isn’t aware of the tears filling her vision until Iroh puts a gentle hand on her shoulder, and his face blurs when she looks at him.

“You do know Zuko, better than you think, because the two of you are much alike. He is not a selfish man, and he would not do anything to hurt you, or Aang.”

She rubs at her eyes with the heel of her hand, nodding. “I know, you’re right.”

After a beat of silence, Iroh reaches into a pocket of his outer robe and produces a short cord of braided yarn, unraveling it to the knot. “I have taken up a new hobby recently, and there is something I have discovered.” He begins to demonstrate, taking two of the strands and leaving one out. “If you do not want to use as much yarn, you can make something nice out by twisting together only two pieces.” He pulls the new cord taut, then relaxes it, allowing the gaps to show. Then, he starts over again. “But see, the braid is stronger when made up of all three strands. It does not waver when given slack, nor can it be pulled apart so easily.”

Katara blinks and opens her mouth, then closes it, unsure of his meaning. Is he suggesting that she, and Aang, and Zuko, could all…?

“I can braid, too,” she says, instead of voicing her question. It’s something she learned at a young age, the same as cooking, and washing these dishes, and all the other things men are seldom asked to do. Especially not royalty. Iroh’s humility is refreshing – and not for the first time, she recalls how much Zuko takes after him.

“Oh, do you think you could do my hair sometime? I have tried, but it is a little hard to reach in the back.” Iroh laughs, putting the cord away and taking up the first basin to go drain it in his garden beside the shop. “I am just kidding, of course!” he calls behind him. “I would not ask you to make my head look pretty, because by now, I am pretty sure it is already a lost cause.”

Smiling, she finishes drying the last cups and spoons, and when Iroh returns for the second basin, she says, “Thank you, for your advice.”

“I don’t remember giving much advice – just an old man’s rambling, if my nephew asks,” he says with a genial wink. “But, perhaps I can add this: the best way to know another’s feelings is by asking them.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

While he’s in the garden, Zuko and Aang return, the two of them aglow with the setting sun behind them through the doorway. Aang’s arm is around Zuko’s shoulders, and Katara thinks that beneath the nervous doubt in her stomach, there’s warmth.

Zuko catches her eye and immediately draws nearer to tell her all about the last stalls they visited before the festival’s closing, and Aang gives her an exaggerated kiss on the cheek. For one brief moment, the three of them standing here together, wreathed in the aroma of Iroh’s teas, feels like something perfectly woven.

#zutaraang #zutara #kataang #zukaang #zutaraangdrabblechallenge #mod j #Anonymous

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generaldisdainn · 3 years

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The First Christmas in Forever

A big shoutout to @frozines and all of the talented and hardworking mods and contributors that came together to create a beautiful winter Frozen zine! <3 You can see the whole zine on their account. Also, a massive thanks to @punkpoemprose for beta reading my submission! She’s an incredible writer and I felt so lucky to have her read over my piece and help with edits!

Here is my piece for the zine! It takes place directly after Olaf’s Frozen Adventure and is just a little one shot of Anna and Kristoff getting to share a quiet moment together after the events of that short. I hope you enjoy! Happy holidays! <3

Rating: G

Pairing: Kristanna

Word count: 2,617

AO3 link

Summary: Kristoff and Anna share a quiet moment alone during their first holiday season together. (Some canon-compliant fluff taking place directly after Olaf's Frozen Adventure!)

The moon lingered high in the sky as one by one the Arendellian citizens began to take their leave from the holiday festivities.

After the town search party found Olaf, everyone had stuck around for an impromptu holiday party of sorts. Elsa erected a beautiful Christmas tree, the castle staff and townsfolk brought out food and drinks to share, and everyone spent time enjoying the end to the first day of the holiday season.

Kristoff watched with rapt attention as Anna tended to the people of Arendelle. She offered them food, danced with the little ones, and checked in with each person, young or old. In truth, they could have left a while ago, and perhaps they should have. He saw the way she stifled a few yawns, the way she stumbled over her own feet. But Anna stayed. She stayed until the very last family bid their farewells. Only then did she turn to Kristoff with tired eyes and tell him she was ready to go home.

“Did you have fun?”

“Oh yes,” she said with a yawn. “The best Yule bell day ever.”

She leaned on his shoulder and looked up at him, eyes shimmering with the light of the stars above. Kristoff’s heart surged.

***

Elsa bid them farewell at the top of the staircase once they got back to the palace. Anna took her into a tight hug, and Kristoff gave her one as well before they took their leave to their respective sides of the hall. Kristoff smiled as Anna passed by her own room and continued on down the hall toward his.

“Can I-” She always asked. But the answer was always the same.

“Yes.”

They weren’t technically supposed to be sleeping in the same room, but after almost 5 months of Kristoff being around the castle and 4 of him having his own sleeping quarters, most everyone in the palace turned a blind eye to the matter, save for Elsa who would always tease them at dinner (to which Anna would kick her playfully and Elsa would laugh behind her hand). The only guards and maids who came by the sleeping quarters in the evenings or the early mornings were the most trusted and beloved. None of them would dare soil Anna’s reputation or happiness. Besides, she had been alone all those years.

“Best to let her make up for lost time,” he’d overheard Gerda saying one evening.

Countless nights spent together allowed them to settle comfortably into routine. Kristoff brushed his teeth and splashed his face with water before slipping into his palace pajamas (he loathed most of the stuffy clothes supplied to him by the palace staff, but the pajamas were to die for) and crawled into bed. He leaned back, watching Anna as she readied herself.

Her nightly routine had a lot more steps than his did, but he didn’t mind. It always gave him plenty of time to admire her while she stood by the bathroom sink.

“Help?”

She made her way to the side of the bed and stood there, beautiful shoulders and back turned to face him as she offered him the strings of her corset to untie.

It had taken him much longer than he cared to admit to learn how to work the intricate strings and knots that were her dresses and undergarments, especially as experienced as he was with rope, but he took pride in the fact that he could now help her so well. It meant that he could now undress her and re-dress her perfectly so that she could slip away to him midday and then return to her duties without raising suspicion. It had proven to be a particularly useful skill in that regard.

He kissed her shoulder as the undergarment slipped off of her and she let out a soft breath before moving to change into her nightgown.

It was rare he saw Anna in these moods. Normally she was bubbly and exuberant, filling spaces with excited rambles and stories. It was as if she had lived in silence for so long that she never wanted it to be quiet ever again. But tonight, she was still, letting thick contemplative silence fall between them.

Anna blew out the lamp and crawled in bed beside Kristoff, tucking herself delicately into his chest. She looked so small against him. So beautiful. So his.

“I love you,” he said. It felt like the best place to start.

“I love you too.” She nestled closer and breathed deeply. “I’m sleepy.”

“I can tell.” A soft, rumbling laugh left him at that. “You had fun though?”

“I did.”

“What was your favorite part?”

Anna hummed in consideration and cuddled closer into him. “Definitely watching Olaf put his star on the tree. What about yours?”

“I liked watching you dance. Especially with the kids.”

There was a time not so long ago when he may have refrained from admitting something so vulnerable or with such big implications. But they were at a point where absentminded talk of their future together was not uncommon.

“I didn’t know you were watching.”

“I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.”

He could feel her sigh of contentment rumble against his chest and he had the urge to pull her impossibly closer until she was a part of him.

“I’m sorry we didn’t dance together.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t dance with you. I was so busy talking with everyone else and making sure that everyone was having a good time that I forgot to, I don’t know, do things that I wanted to do.”

“I’m sorry, Anna, I didn’t realize-”

“It’s okay. I had a good time, I just missed you I guess. I was trying to make it special for everyone else, and I forgot to make it special for us.” She traced circles on his chest with a delicate finger, and he watched as she bit at the inside of her cheek.

He hated watching her overanalyze herself or judge herself so harshly for things she hadn’t even done wrong.

“Alright, come on. Up.” He reached for her hand and sat up, motioning towards the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“Just for a second,” he reassured as he stood to his feet and brought her up with him.

He was lucky the moon was still streaming in through the window so that he could see her clearly.

They stood across from each other and Anna gazed at him inquisitively.

Before he felt too silly or could second guess what he was about to do, he extended a hand to her and watched as her cheeks flushed in the evening glow. “May I have this dance?”

A smile broke out onto her face and she eagerly took his hand, immediately pulling him into her and wrapping her arms around his waist. There she was. He loved when she took the lead. He swayed in time with her moves, dancing to the imagined music of her heart.

“What’s on your mind?” he asked after a moment when her swaying slowed and she pressed her head against his chest.

“Tonight was beautiful, it really was.”

Kristoff paused to let her continue. He knew that if he replied the moment would be lost, her worries pushed down only to reveal themselves another day. It was a gentle process of teaching each other to let go and be open, but it was one that he was happy to learn by her side.

“I just can’t stop thinking about how much time I lost here alone.”

His heart caught in his throat. She had lost 13 years to loneliness and confusion. 13 years of stolen time and missing moments. It was something that pained her often.

“I know.” He pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Did you have a good night?” she asked, her voice laced with the sudden worry that he hadn’t enjoyed himself.

It was as if she was afraid that if he hadn’t had a good time he would leave her. But he wouldn’t. And she knew that. She just needed to be reminded every now and again, something Kristoff was happy to do.

“I did, Anna. I always had my family during this time of year, but sometimes I still felt like an outsider. It was nice to be a part of something that was mine. This is the first Christmas in Arendelle where I felt like I belonged.”

She smiled up at him and placed a hand on his chest.

He continued, making sure she saw the earnesty in his eyes as he spoke.

“I know you feel like you need to make up for all of this lost time, and that all of these firsts need to be perfect, but tonight was ours. You were there, and Elsa was there, and Olaf, and Sven, and all of Arendelle, and that made it perfect. We were all together. And we get to do this every year for the rest of our lives.”

“You’re right.” She took a calming breath and let the tension leave her chest. “I love you.” Anna pulled him into a tight embrace, arms holding him close to her as she breathed deeply.

He felt her relax against him, his heart swimming with pride in the fact that he was able to comfort her. They had come so far together.

“I love you too.”

Her eyes flickered with their familiar, mischievous glow as she pulled back to look at him. “I’m hungry.”

Kristoff laughed. Of course she was. “Anna, it’s so late.”

“I know, but it’s that time of year,” she urged, poking at his sides and pulling another chuckle out of him.

“Okay, okay, feisty pants.”

***

They stole away to the kitchen, snickering as they tried to stay quiet while boiling milk and melting chocolate to blend together into a creamy, chocolatey drink. They brought their warm mugs filled to the brim with hot chocolate back to Kristoff’s room and sipped at them together on the floor. The dancing and the chocolate and the giggles took their tired eyes and traded them for ones alight with joy and lost in the possibilities of Christmases to come.

“Tell me your favorite holiday memory,” Anna said, stretching out her legs and resting back on the floor after a long sip of hot chocolate.

It didn’t take Kristoff long to think of one. It had stuck with him for as long as he could remember, and it was one of his favorites.

“This was my first Christmas with the Trolls. I think I had finally left the orphanage for good a few months before, so I had only been with them for a short while, and I remember I still felt guilty for being there.”

Anna sat up and rubbed his arm as he spoke of that time. He had told her how hard it had been, and whenever he recalled his darker days she always listened with close attention and a comforting hand rested somewhere on him to let him know that she was there. It kept him grounded, and he appreciated it more than she would probably ever know.

“I wasn’t expecting any gifts or to be involved in their celebration. I had never really been included in Christmas celebrations at the orphanage, so I was planning on heading out with Sven on Christmas and then coming back after everything was done. But on Christmas Eve, Bulda pulled me aside and told me she wanted to give me an early gift. It was this beautiful fire crystal, just like the ones that all the other trolls earn after doing something brave. She said it was mine for being so strong and for finding my way to them. She said that I was the bravest person she had ever known and that she loved me and that I had earned it.”

Kristoff felt Anna’s small hand wrap around his as he continued, fingers locking together and anchoring him to her.

“I felt awful because I hadn’t even gotten her anything in return, but she said that me finding my way to them and letting her care for me was the best gift of all.”

Kristoff wiped at a stray tear that threatened to fall as he recalled the memory.

“Sorry,” he murmured with a slight, self-conscious chuckle.

Anna wiped at his cheek with her finger, drying his tears and holding his face in her gentle hand. She hushed his apology and spoke to him in a soothing voice.

“Kristoff, that’s such a beautiful story.”

He nodded and met her eyes, suddenly unafraid to show her his that were glistening with the beginnings of happy tears.

“Do you have any favorite holiday memories?”

“Hmmm, let me think.”

She took a moment, face scrunched up in contemplation, before continuing.

“There was this one year when Elsa was the first to wake up on Christmas morning. I always woke up before her, so it was kind of a big deal and I teased her about it a bunch. But anyway, we went downstairs together, and there was this beautiful dollhouse left for us. It was so detailed. Elsa and I played with it all the time. I, uh, kicked it once in one of the first weeks Elsa went away because I was so upset. My mom got mad at me and took it away, so I don’t know where it is anymore. But I loved that thing. We both did. And that was such a beautiful Christmas, too. My dad sang for us by the fire and Elsa and I danced all night. I hope we can do things like that now that I have a family again.”

Anna squeezed Kristoff’s hand at the word family. He was family. He smiled, heart surging at the reminder that they had a lifetime of holiday memories to make together. He’d throw her a Christmas party every night if it meant filling her life with the light she had missed out on all those years.

“You’re never going to be alone again.” He said it like a promise, so soft and sure into the night.

Anna’s breath hitched at his words, and she placed a gentle kiss to his lips, stopping only to murmur against them. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

Kristoff blushed. Despite all the time they had spent together, the smallest actions still gave him butterflies.

Anna yawned then as they parted, arms thrown up over her head in a stretch that told Kristoff the tiredness had finally caught back up to her.

“Alright, it’s bedtime.” Kristoff wasn’t sure what time it was, but he knew by the way her eyelids fluttered it was time for them to sleep. He put their empty mugs up on his desk and picked up Anna before she could protest, carrying her into his bed and placing her down gently before crawling in beside her.

“We’re going to see your family next week, right?” Anna asked as another yawn overtook her, and she resumed drawing tiny circles on Kristoff’s chest with an absentminded hand.

“Yes. They’re so excited to see you.”

“And we’re doing that thing at the orphanage, too, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

Anna had started lining up gifts for the kids at the orphanage weeks ago in preparation for their visit there. Another yawn overtook her, and Kristoff smiled as he watched the way her eyes closed and her mouth fell into a gentle smile. “Merry Christmas, Kristoff,” she said into his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Anna,” he replied as he held her closer and felt himself drifting to sleep right behind her.

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CSSNS20 :|: The Wolf and The Savior

Hello, everyone! Well, I want to apologize for not posting on time. I was diagnosed with Pneumonia and Covid19 so I had to take my time to get better. I was on lock down for six weeks. I’m truly sorry I missed my deadline but here I am now. Thank you for your patience.

I want to thank the Mods @cssns , my lovely Artist @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713 , my Beta @ultraluckycatnd

~I truly love the fandom...

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Summary: Loosely inspired by an episode of Lost Girl...

When danger looms over Emma Swan, Killian Jones offers to give up a major part of himself in exchange for her safety, but the Norn has different ideas for their deal and he may have to relinquish more than he’d planned. What is the Norn scheming, and what consequences will Killian face for the decisions he makes?

The Wolf and the Savior

Once upon a time, the realms lived in harmony. The peace came to an abrupt end once the Darkness found a vessel. That Darkness spread corrupting Fae and humans alike like a plague. Some ran to different realms, but in the end, there was no place to hide. The Darkness consumed them all, and only one realm remained. In order to control the shared evil foe, they became the Light and the Dark to keep a balance. Every Fae had to choose a faction. Families were torn apart by the choice. Each region had an assigned ruler. Peace was never meant to last. Multiple Kingdoms fell as the Darkness sparked a long war that led to many deaths on all sides.

Unbeknownst to the Jones brothers, their King was a selfish coward with an unquenchable thirst for power.

Killian Jones, alongside his older brother Liam, served the corrupt King Robert Fitzroy who was a recent widower. His wife had fallen ill during her pregnancy, and both she and the child died during childbirth. The King had been looking for a new Queen but none had captured his interest until he met Captain Liam Jones's vibrant wife, Belle.

The Jones brothers were sent on a mission to obtain a weapon that would help them win the war that was currently waging. The King took that time to endear himself to the lovely woman. He was smitten quickly by how well-read she was, and she surprised him by also turning out to be an amazing strategist.

The mission failed and turned out to be a death sentence for the elder Jones. They had been ambushed and Liam had suffered a deadly wound made by silver nitrate as it spread throughout his body. In an attempt to save his brother’s life, Killian Jones went to go see the Norn.

The Norn’s deal was simple. She wanted what Killian held dearest: his wolf. The ability to transform into a wolf was the best part of himself. To be able to run wild was an exceptional experience. The choice was simple. Killian’s wolf in exchange for his brother’s life. Killian was unable to go through with it. His wolf was a vital part of his identity. Without his wolf, who was he?

Unfortunately, Liam wasn’t lucky and died. Not long after his death, the King’s betrayal was revealed. Without a second thought, Killian Jones turned against the crown. He would no longer serve a wicked King. His beloved brother was gone, and with him, the yearning for being a man of honor died too. For centuries he lived a life full of debauchery and revenge against the King and his new bride. His guilt over the selfishness of keeping his wolf haunted him long after he had avenged his brother. With the King dead, his new Queen had taken the throne. She was a righteous ruler and had tried to reach out to Killian to explain that she had only agreed to marry the King in exchange for his and Liam’s safety, not knowing it was a trick.

After a long time after the Great War had passed, there was a truce between the Fae and the humans. They worked together to stop their common enemy, the Dark. They had to ensure the scale was never tipped in the Dark’s favor because allowing it to consume too much could lead to another war.

After decades of tranquility, an evil witch wanted the crown.

On an evening he was brooding over a bottle of rum, he was approached by a man hidden by his cloak. “Killian Jones?”

“Aye, what of it?”

“I have a proposition for you,” the man answered with a smile.

The newly crowned Fae Queen had married a lowly human and soon they were to become parents. Sadly the very existence of the witch threatened the safety of the unborn Princess. It was decided that she would be hidden with the humans. A trusted friend would take her upon birth to keep her safe since it was foretold she would be the Savior of the Light and the end of the Darkness. On the day of the birth of the beloved princess, the witch cast a spell to stop time and take their memories, then she would have all the power. In order to save their newborn daughter, who was prophesied to save them all, they sent her through a magical portal to safety.

Emma Swan grew up loved and adored by her adoptive mother Sarah. The years passed by and the woman became afraid of losing her daughter; Sarah refused to tell Emma the truth of her parentage. She was supposed to prepare her for the future but instead decided to keep Emma as her daughter.

Young Emma sensed that Sarah was keeping her in the dark for a selfish reason, and in her frustrated state, she took off on her own. If Emma were being honest with herself, she had always felt like something was missing. She wasn’t running away, she was running towards something.

At barely seventeen years, she found herself out on the streets. She gained employment in a small dive diner. The glimmering green-eyed golden-haired beauty captivated everyone she met.

She was befriended by a man about five years her senior. In a moment of vulnerability, Emma allowed herself to be comforted by the man. She felt so alone. He decided that friendship was not all that he wanted from her and attempted to take by force what was not offered freely.

Although she was afraid, Emma was not willing to be taken advantage of without a fight. In an effort to survive as the man groped and touched her as if she was his to do with whatever he wanted, she felt a surge of power as a white light submerged the room and the man collapsed to the floor.

Emma Swan ran once again afraid~~ she was a runaway ~ lost girl ~ waitress ~ a murderer.

Days before her twenty-eighth birthday, Emma Swan stumbled on to a small unheard of town. Storybrooke, Maine. She never heard of it but somehow she felt a pull to it.

All her life she had run in search of something that was missing; she didn't know that the truth was that she was seeking for her family. Their motto being, I will always find you.

She meets and bonds with the town school teacher and the town’s dog catcher from the local animal shelter. The brave Deputy becomes a fast friend as well. The Sheriff is a stickler for the rules and that was more difficult to break through.

It doesn’t take long for the curse to be broken. Emma Swan falls in love with Deputy Jones. A true love’s kiss reveals the truth. Soon, other enemies make their way to the town.

The teacher, Mary Margaret, is her mother, and the animal control officer is her father, David Nolan.

The dashing Deputy is Killian Jones, ex-Navy Captain, and former scoundrel, and he is the man her heart chose.

As a family, they had quickly overcome so much to be together, and now the final battle was fast approaching.

The problem was the Savior was still weak from the previous battle.

They had survived a curse cast by an Evil Queen, a vengeful Dragon, a crazed former ally, and time travel.

Emma had found her family after being a lost girl. She had found true love too in an unlikely place, a redeemed villain. Some days it was surreal she was the daughter of a Queen. No, the Rioga. There were no more monarchs.

As a last resort to save the woman he loves, Killian goes to the Norn for help. He offers a deal, his wolf in exchange for her to transfer his strength to Emma, but instead, she takes his love passion - the love for his mate - as payment.

At the last battle, Emma feels a sudden rush of power that has her overwhelming her foe, the Black Fairy.

The Fairy shrieks as the light magic consumes her and she is absorbed by it.

After the dust settles, Emma is embraced by her parents and she looks around trying to find her anchor, her love, but he was nowhere in sight. Where was he?

Killian leaves the Norn, shifts into a wolf, and runs. His animal takes over as he whimpers for the loss of his love passion. His black fur coat shined as he galloped across the forest. His blue eyes were a dark storm. He found a spot overlooking the ocean and howled. Right now, Killian didn’t know what could have been worse, losing his wolf or the love for his mate. How could he ever face her?

The Norn laughed as she put away the vial that held Killian’s love passion. She found the wolf fascinating, and he was beautiful. Part of her wished it was hers. His love. Technically it was hers now. She smiled wickedly.

Killian decides to visit an old friend. He needs to make sense of his life.

He knows he is being a coward, but how is he going to face Emma? Look into her eyes knowing that his heart won’t speed up at her touch. That he will feel nothing. If he is lucky, he will still hold a fondness for her, but nothing romantic. No spark.

Killian called Graham to let him know he was taking some time off. In reality, he hopes he can figure something out before coming face to face with Emma.

Graham agrees hesitantly after urging him to talk to Emma but he cannot deny him; he has all the time accrued.

Emma has been looking for Killian, calling him non stop. Voicemail has become her new enemy. She knows it’s because of him she is still alive, the surge of strength that went through her when she defeated the fairy was proof of that.

She freezes as she is going through his room looking for clues. He had told her about a Fae he had visited years ago in hopes to save his brother. Maybe he went back but this time it was to save her.

Emma runs out of his place and goes to ask her parents if they know of this Fae.

Once Emma reaches her parents’ home, she bursts in. “Mom, Dad!!” she yells for them.

“Emma, what’s going on?” Her father reaches her first.

“I think Killian went to go see that Fae, the one that does deals? I think he traded his wolf for me. To save me.”

“Wait, Emma calm down.”

She was walking back and forth. “Dad, I can’t find him anywhere and during my fight with the fairy I felt a rush of strength and I was able to beat her. Dad, it was something I hadn’t felt before. It was raw and powerful.”

Her father tilts his head and smiles, “He does adore you. I’m afraid your mother might know. I don’t know all the kinds of Fae that exist. Let me go get her. Just stay here, and sweetie, please calm down.”

Emma continues pacing the room.

Her father comes back with her mother in tow. “Emma, sweetie, your dad says you can’t find Killian? I didn’t know he was missing.”

“Mom, it’s a feeling I have. I think he is in trouble. I haven’t seen him since before the battle with the Black Fairy. He was supposed to meet me there but never showed. I was telling Dad that during my final battle with her, I felt a surge of energy and it felt like him. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Your father mentioned you had questions about a Fae that grants deals...”

Emma sits down and her foot keeps tapping the floor rhythmically. Her parents follow suit and sit across from her. “Killian told me once that he could have saved his brother but that he was a coward. He couldn’t go through with it.” Emma sighs, “He felt guilty for so long, and that was the reason he went after the King.”

“And you think he did this for you?” her mother asks.

Emma sniffles, “I was afraid I wasn’t going to make it, for a moment. I thought the Black Fairy was going to win, but then I felt his presence. I felt his love and strength around me, and then I was able to destroy her.”

“Okay, I know there’s a Fae called Norn. She trades for favors. Emma, if Killian went to her, I don’t know what to say. She tricks and takes what’s dearest to you. Sometimes the price outweighs the benefit.”

“Where can I find this Norn?” Emma stood up, determined.

“Emma, she’s not someone you can deal with. She is a dark Fae.”

“How could Killian go to her then?”

“The rules are simple, dark Fae deal with each other only in the case a light Fae wants to talk to or has a problem with a dark Fae. There’s a protocol that needs to be followed. Killian is a deputy, he deals with both dark and light Fae to do his job.”

“Mom, why can’t I? I’m the stupid Savior. I don’t understand.”

“Emma, we need balance. If the balance is lost, we end up fighting battles with Black Fairies because of that imbalance.”

Emma yells, “Then what’s the point of being the Savior if I can’t help the man I love?” Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

Her father is the one that tries to soothe her, “Emma, Killian is a survivor and he will be fine. He might need time alone. Just wait until you hear from him. He wouldn’t want you to react before you know what exactly you’re up against.”

What her parents had failed to tell her was that since she was half-human, the Norn wouldn’t see her.

Emma leaves her parents’ home in a huff and decides on a new tactic. Ruby is a wolf too, so she is going to have her confirm Killian’s presence at the Norn’s.

With a smile on her face, Emma enters Granny’s Diner. Ruby smiles back at her, but the closer Emma gets to her, the more Ruby's smile shrinks.

“Hey, Ems. The usual?” Ruby busies herself getting a cup ready.

“Rubes, I need a favor and you cannot tell anyone.”

Ruby sighs, “I don’t know how to feel about this. What favor?”

“I need you to take me to the Norn.”

“Emma, the Norn is not someone you can just see.”

“Why not?” Emma rolls her eyes.

“Look, she is one of the oldest Faes and she is not a fan of humans. Not only that but she's a dark Fae. Whatever the issue is, she is not the answer.”

“I think Killian went to see her. I haven’t seen him since the battle with the Black Fairy. Ruby, his phone is off. Killian told me that, a long time ago, he went to make a deal with her. He was going to give his wolf to her in exchange for Liam’s life. At the last minute he changed his mind and Liam died. Killian has hated himself for that decision.”

“Emma, trading your wolf is not something one can do lightly. Our wolf is part of us. Imagine if someone took your hand.” Ruby made a pained face. “If he did that, he will never be the same. Emma, he will not be able to run free. His wolf will be gone. He is going to need time,” Ruby whispered.

Emma’s eyes water, “Is he going to hate me?”

“Killian could never hate you. He loves you. You two share True Love.”

“I just know something is wrong,” Emma said as she stared her friend down.

“Okay, I’ll take you, but you’re going to have to let me take the lead,” Ruby hissed.

“Fine. I’ll be on my best behavior. When can we do this?”

“She lives in the woods, just passing the toll bridge. We can go early tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow? Ruby, can’t we go today? Killian has been missing for almost a week.”

“Fine, but if anyone asks, we are just going to have some drinks. We are lucky Granny is out with Marco ’cause if she heard any of this conversation she would have my hide.” Ruby shutters.

“Drinks to take my mind off my missing boyfriend.”

“I’ll meet you at your place right after my shift ends.” Ruby nods at her friend.

Emma and Ruby arrive at the toll bridge. “We need to walk the rest of the way,” Ruby says.

Emma simply nods.

“Ems, the Norn likes to trick, and she loves deals. Just let me talk.”

“Okay. Ruby—” Emma hesitates.

“What is it?”

“You're a wolf, right?”

“Yes…” Ruby rolls her eyes.

“Uhm, do you know Killian’s scent?”

Ruby stops and turns to her friend. “I’m familiar but not in the same way you are familiar with it.” Ruby waggles her eyebrows.

“I mean, you say the Norn likes to trick. Could you tell if Killian was there? I mean could you smell if he was there?” Emma takes a baggie from her back pocket.

Ruby thinks about it, “Yeah, I should be able to. His scent might be a little faded, but I should be able to make it out.”

Emma smiles, “So you won’t need this?” She pulls out a black scarf from the baggie.

Ruby grabs the scarf and smells it. Her eyes turn to her friend. “I know you are worried about him, but Killian is a survivor. He knows what he is doing. I can’t say I agree with his decision, but I understand why he would sacrifice half of his being for you. Emma, that man adores you and if something happened to you, it would destroy him.”

The trek is faster than they thought it would be.

They reach a big tree trunk. Emma looks around and turns to Ruby, “I thought you said you knew where she lived!”

Ruby shushes her and knocks on the tree trunk. The trunk transforms into a door and creaks open.

They enter hesitantly.

An older woman appears out of thin air. Emma curses, I should be used to this by now.

The woman glares at her, “Human, how dare you enter the Norn’s home?”

Ruby clears her throat. “She’s here with me.”

The Norn’s attention turns to Ruby and studies her. “Anita’s daughter, granddaughter of Granny Lucas. One dark, one light. What sacrifice do you have for me?”

Ruby’s eyes turn golden at the mention of her mother.

Emma speaks, “She only has some questions for you.”

The Norn hisses at her.

Emma stands her ground. “Look, lady, we only have a few questions for you.”

“I don’t answer questions to humans, but I’m willing to excuse your behavior in exchange for a single hair.” She was human but there was strong magic around her too and yes, a hint of familiar energy.

“You can have a single hair if you answer my friend’s questions.” Emma ignored Ruby’s growl.

“I sense these questions aren’t hers to ask, you are the one who needs them answered. One question.” The Norn held out her hand.

Emma plucked a hair out and handed it to her.

The Norn examined the hair and put it in a small vial, “I’m waiting.”

Ruby is looking around trying to catch a scent but there’s nothing

Emma looks at Ruby for confirmation. The other shakes her head. “I want to know if—” she sighs as her eyes drift back to Ruby.

The Norn snarls, “Sorry, no cheating, you and your pretty friend forfeit the deal.”

Ruby and Emma are thrown out. They land on their asses.

“Shit,” Emma mutters.

Ruby groans, “Ow, that bitch just reeks darkness but no Jones scent. I’m sorry, Ems.”

“Could she mask the scent somehow?”

“I suppose if she wanted to keep her clientele secret.”

“I know he was here,” Emma states. “When you love someone you just know.”

“So what now?” Ruby asks.

“Now I track myself a wolf,” Emma says.

~~~

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