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#about to go on a rant cause i'm  ✨ stressed  ✨#i'm currently at the very end of my masters degree so i can be a fully qualified secondary teacher#however due to the teacher shortage i have been allowed to start working as a full time teacher and have been doing so for the last year#i love my job i love the kids i love the staff members#what i dont love is having to finish off my masters degree when i've been working in the profession for a year#i have learnt more being in the classroom for a year than my whole 7 years at uni doing my undergrad and masters#i am TIRED of having to waste my time and come up with bullshit assessments just so i can get this stupid degree#schools are on winter holidays at the moment and i am meant to be relaxing or prepping for the term ahead#but no ... i've been stuck in my room for the past week doing uni assessments to prove that i know how to implement teaching strategies#and showcase how to write a lesson plan EVEN THOUGH NO TEACHER EVER WRITES ONE WHILE WORKING???????????#i just feel really bad for the kids cause i spend all my free time doing my uni shit or sleeping cause im so drained#i never have enough time to organise things for my lessons or come up with fun learning activities#usually i just do the bare minimum and pray for a pass#but this assessment just has a satisfactory/unsatisfactory mark so i cant just half ass this shit#also can yall believe that im only half way through this assessment??????????#i still have so much more to do ughhhh#anyway if you read all that im sorry and thank you#marie.txt
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Birthday Plans - Charles Leclerc
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warnings - smut near the end, nothing too hardcore
The bright sunlight streaming through the curtains of yours and Charles' bedroom window disturbed Charles, and gently ushered him awake. He turned onto his side, expecting to see you lying beside him. Much to his disappointment, you weren't there.
"Baby?" he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the silence of your apartment. That was odd, he thought, since he hadn't noticed your departure. Normally, he would feel the temperature drop beside him and the bed would shift slightly, but he hadn't even realised.
Wanting to find you, he reluctantly pulled himself out of the warm and cozy confines of your bed, and padded through your apartment to find you. As he walked through the hall, he spotted random pieces of confetti sprinkled about the floor.
That was when it dawned on him. Checking his phone, he saw what day it was. 16/10/23. He couldn't believe that he'd actually forgotten that today was his birthday, and he realised exactly where you were. He also couldn't believe that you had let him forget.
For the past three years since you had been together, you had made his birthday the biggest deal of the year, without fail. Whether it be organising the biggest party he had ever been to, fully comprised of all of the people he loved and cared about on his yacht, to a quiet day in with his family.
This year, he had asked for nothing too over the top, since he just wanted to spend the day with his favourite person in the world. "My love?" he called out again, but he didn't expect a response. The double doors through to the kitchen were closed, which was odd, since you usually left them open.
Opening them, he was greeted with the loud pop of a confetti cannon, and a shower of red confetti. "Happy birthday baby!" You shouted as he walked through the door. Charles gazed around at the balloons stuck to the walls and lying on the floor, and plenty of birthday banners plastered about the room.
"Thank you, my love," he smiled, pulling you into a hug.
Turning out of the hug, you stepped over to the kitchen table, before skipping over to Charles and placing the party hat atop his ruffled locks. "Seriously?" he asked with a cocked brow. "Obviously, the birthday boy has to wear a party hat!" you playfully scoffed, putting one on too.
"Well thank you for all of the effort, sweetheart, I appreciate it," he told you, pulling you in for a kiss. Even if he was certain you enjoyed the thoughts of his birthday more then he did, it was always made a better celebration when you were planning it.
He wasn't looking forward to the fact that he was turning a year older, he was looking forward to the bright smile on your face when you got to show him whatever you had planned. Despite him telling you over and over that you didn't have to put so much effort into it, you always ignored his protests and did it anyway.
He always put effort into making things special for you, so you thought it was only fair that you did the same for him at any given opportunity - even if he didn't allow much room for someone other than you to be spoilt.
You just enjoyed the day that you got to celebrate him, since he was always celebrating you and you were able to make him priority for this one special day.
"Would you like to know what I have planned for today?" You asked, leaving your arms linked around his neck as his stayed on your waist. "Yes I would, I want to hear what you're going to do to try and outdo yourself," he told you.
"Well then you might be a bit disappointed, it's not very flashy" you winced, knowing this year's plan wouldn't be as extravagant as those of previous years. "I don't need it to be flashy, baby. You know we could do nothing and it'd be a great use of time spent," he said.
"So, I have invited Carlos, Arthur, Pierre and Kika over for some drinks and maybe some games, y'know, fun stuff," you explained, hoping he would like the sound of it. "Now that is my kind of night," he smiled, gently kissing your forehead. 
"I'm glad you think so,"
"Does anyone want another drink?" You asked, hopping out of your seat and looking around at the group of people sat around you. "Y/N, I can get them, you sit," Carlos offered, but you shook your head.
"I'm already up, but thanks," you dismissed, collecting empty glasses that wanted to be filled. Charles watched intently as you were running around, playing hostess. You were making sure everyone was well taken care of, and he could see you pacing around the kitchen, making sure everyone got the drink they wanted.
He was mesmerised by the way your dress clung to you in all of the perfect places and he was infatuated by the way you moved. You brought through the numerous different drinks that everyone wanted, and Charles noticed that you didn't have one when you sat down.
"Are you not having one, my love?" Charles leant in to ask while the others talked about something that you weren't quite listening to. "No, I've had two, so I'll stop there," you smiled, not wanting to get too drunk.
"Come on, have a bit of fun. It is my birthday, after all," he said, giving you those puppy eyes that were too damn irresistible. "Fine, I'll have one," you caved instantly as a triumphant grin spread on Charles' face. That was the grin that came out when he'd gotten his own way.
You went to stand, but a firm hand on your shoulder pushed you back down into your seat. "Sit, I've got it," he said, standing and disappearing into the kitchen. He was back shortly after, handing you a glass with some sort of clear, bubbling liquid inside of it.
"What is it?" You asked, sniffing it to try and discern what it could be, to no avail.
"Drink it and I'll tell you," he smirked. You took a sip, and you still couldn't quite tell what it was. It was slightly bitter, but the edge was taken off by a hint of sweetness, and it tasted faintly of some sort of berries. "That is very nice, whatever it is," you told him, drinking some more.
Suddenly, that triumphant grin appeared on his face again. "I knew I'd get you to like gin and tonic at some point," he chuckled, winking at you. 
"This isn't like the stuff you've been giving me," you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.
"It's the one Arthur brought, it's in the kitchen if you want more," he smiled, taking your free hand in his and intertwining your fingers together. "Y/N, have you still got Twister?" Kika tipsily giggled. Her, Carlos and Arthur had been drinking slightly more than you, Charles and Pierre, so they were all rosy cheeked and giggling a lot.
"I sure do," you smiled, going over to the cabinet and producing the colourful box of the beloved game. Kika clapped, and Charles looked downright mortified. He was never a massive fan of the game, but he liked to see you have fun, so he allowed it.
"Ok, so we'll do the Leclercs' vs the rest of us,'' she said, and you were slightly confused.
"Four on two? How is that fair?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.
"You're technically a Leclerc, so you play with Charles and Arthur," she smiled, and Carlos and Pierre smirked at Charles. "You might as well be at this point," Charles muttered, smiling at you. Without anymore deliberation, Kika leapt up and set the plastic mat out on the floor.
"Charles, pick your challenger," she said, gesturing towards Pierre and Carlos, who were both reluctant to play - but it was all in good fun. "Carlos, you're one of the least flexible people I know, come on," Charles said, pushing himself off of his chair.
As the round went on, you span the spinner to see what Carlos would be doing next. "Carlos, left foot red," you laughed, looking at the tangled mess that he was in. His arms were crossed, and he somehow had to get his left foot under the entirety of his body to reach the red dot.
"It's not possible!" He complained as he tried to stretch his leg underneath him. As he groaned in discomfort, everyone was just laughing at him. Charles, who was also in a pretty compromising position was laughing too as Carlos' limbs collapsed beneath him and he clattered down to the floor with a thud.
"That was impossible," he huffed as he led on the mat on the floor as Charles stood and stretched his arms and legs out. "Good game, mate," Charles cockily grinned, offering a hand out to Carlos to help him up.
"Yeah, whatever," Carlos chuckled, hoisting himself up with Charles' help.
"So that is 1-0 to team Leclerc, Arthur and Pierre, you're up next," Kika smiled, straightening the mat out for the next round. Pierre and Arthur both groaned, reluctantly standing out of their chairs and standing beside the Twister mat.
Unfortunately for Team Leclerc, Pierre bested Arthur, leaving the game on your's and Kika's shoulders. "Y/N, you and me, let's go," she challenged, kicking her heels off to the side.
"Oh it's getting serious now," Pierre teased as he had to miss the flying heels that were coming in his direction. "I don't like to lose," she smirked, pointing at her boyfriend.
"Neither do I," you countered, leaving your heels beside Charles' chair as you stood to challenge Kika. "It's 1-1, let's see who can come out on top," Arthur said like he was presenting a football match or something. "Wait, so you're telling me we could have just let these two do it and our rounds didn't matter for anything?" Carlos asked.
"Yes," you nodded, and you watched the poor guy's face just drop.
"So I didn't even have to go through the pain and suffering that I went through?" he asked again, and everyone started giggling at him. "Sorry Carlos, the game is the game," Charles laughed, and Carlos looked dejected. "I am never hanging out with you guys again," he scoffed with feigned seriousness.
"Sure you aren't, Carlos," Arthur said, receiving a playful punch on the arm due to his comment. "OK, you two, OK, Y/N, right hand blue," Pierre instructed, flicking the spinner with his finger for Kika's turn.
You had your back to Charles, so you bent over to place your right hand on the blue circle. Your dress only barely covered your ass, and it took every ounce of self-control that he held in his being to not find an excuse to get you into any room in the house and have his way with you.
But, he had to remain a gentleman while your friends were there - even if he was going to find that incredibly hard. Especially when you looked as good as you did. He had to avert his eyes and look anywhere in the room but at you, but he was struggling immensely.
Thankfully for him, or not so much, his sinful thoughts were interrupted by Pierre giving you the instruction to put your left foot also on blue. He had dodged a bullet there, but Twister was most certainly going to send another huge one flying at him.
"Are you kidding me?" you exclaimed a few rounds later, as your left hand was supposed to go on the nearest yellow, which was underneath Kika's back. The problem with this was you were doing a crab over Kika, so you wouldn't be able to balance. "Just give it a go, you'll be fine," Carlos collared, loving seeing you two in a compromising position too.
By some miracle, you managed to balance yourself whilst still hovering over Kika. "So the next one is..." Pierre dragged out as he slowly spun the spinner.
"Pierre, hurry up!" Kika squawked, and you wanted him to hurry up too. Your muscles were aching as you held yourself in place. "OK, so, Kika, left foot green," he said, and all she had to do was stretch her leg out by one circle. "Y/N, right foot blue,"
"If I do this, I will flash you all, so look away," you tipsily laughed. Normally you wouldn't have done it, but there was alcohol running through your veins, so the logical and self-preserving part of your brain wasn't in full working order.
Arthur and Pierre averted their eyes, but Carlos looked for that second too long. "Carlos." Charles scolded as the Spaniard defensively held his hands up. He wasn't being disrespectful, he simply reacted too late.
Charles couldn't take his eyes off you, spread out all pretty for him as he uncomfortably shifted in his seat. His resolve was crumbling, and he was counting down the seconds until everyone left you alone. As soon as that door was closed, his hands were going to be all over you.
"Kika, left hand-" Pierre started, but her limbs too gave in under her. You breathed a sigh of relief as you were able to stand up, and your muscles were aching. "And team Leclerc win!" Arthur exclaimed, raising his arms in celebration.
"That was a tough one," you sighed, high-fiving Kika as she took a seat next to Pierre. There weren't any seats left, since Carlos had sat on the floor before Twister started. "Y/N, sit here, I can move," Arthur offered, noticing how there weren't any seats left.
"No, no, you sit down. I can sit on the floor," you dismissed, walking to Charles' side and attempting to sit down. "Absolutely not," Charles said, grabbing your wrist and tugging you onto his lap. You draped your legs over the side of the chair as your arms comfortably wrapped around his neck.
His hands found their perfect position on your waist as you leant your weight onto him. "My girl doesn't sit on the floor, especially not on my birthday," he whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your skin.
His words sent tingled up your spine, and you had to repress a shiver as you sat with him. "Can we do a round of this?" Kika piped up, snatching the Five Second Rule from the shelf beside her, and everyone audibly groaned.
"Just one round, please?" she asked, and you all caved in and thought it could be fun.
"Charles." You stated, tilting away from him as you looked at the car in your hand.
"Baby." he responded, intently looking at you as he waited for you to read him the prompt. "Name three vegetables!" you told him, turning the 5 second timer upside down as it made that strange noise. "Carrot, pea..." he fumbled, his brain short-circuiting as he couldn't think.
"Carrot!" he exclaimed as the timer ran out. For a second, everyone fell silent, and Charles looked utterly confused. "Carrot pea carrot? Name three vegetables and you say carrot pea carrot?"
"That's three vegetables, isn't it- Oh shit," he said as he realised what he had done. Everyone started chuckling, and you were just flabbergasted. "Carrot and carrot are the same vegetable, Charles. I know you don't cook very often, but I'm sure you have the ability to know that carrot and carrot are the same thing!" you ranted, and everyone was crying of laughter.
"Baby, there's no need to make it personal," Charles chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. "There are so many different vegetables in this world, and you name two of the most basic ones, and one of them twice. You adore pasta, and you have forgotten about the humble tomato. Maybe a pepper?" you carried on, and Carlos was practically rolling on the floor with laughter.
"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry," he laughed, kissing you on the cheek. You simply rolled your eyes at him as everyone calm down. "Carrot pea carrot my god," you muttered, and Charles chuckled at you.
As the six of you talked and sipped at the remnants of your drinks, you slowly shifted on Charles' lap to get more comfortable. "That is a dangerous game, baby," he said lowly in your ear. You couldn't help but shift a little more, as his hands braced on your waist to keep you still.
One of Charles' hands steadily moved along the inside of your thigh, his fingertips tracing the skin. He was getting dangerously close to you, as his fingers brushed over the thin lace that was the final barrier between him and you.
"Hey, later," you winked at him and you pushed his hand away. There was no chance you'd be able to keep yourself from being calm and inconspicuous if you let him do what he wanted to do. You wanted it, but you would never be able to live down the embarrassment if anyone caught you.
You all talked for another hour or so, and they all stood up to leave. You hugged everyone and waved them out of the door, and you were glad the night was such a success. You had enjoyed yourself, everyone else had enjoyed themselves, and -most importantly- Charles had enjoyed himself.
Once you had closed the door, you picked some glasses up off the tables and took them over to the sink to wash them. You couldn't be bothered to wash them now, so you just left them in the sink. You were putting away some of the bottles into the cupboards, and Charles appeared in the doorway.
For a moment, he just let himself watch you. He had behaved for the whole night, but now his resolve had fully crumbled and he rushed up to you. "Hey, you-" you started, but were abruptly cut off by him pressing his lips to yours as he lifted you onto the kitchen counter.
The marble was cold on the backs of your thighs, and it sent shivers through your body. "You have been driving me crazy all night, you know that?" he told you between kisses. You could taste the alcohol on his lips as his kisses became more aggressive, more desperate.
"I probably could have guessed that," you smirked against his lips, running your hands across his chest and over his shoulders. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress over your thighs and hips.
As your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, you saw the hunger in his eyes. The pure lust. "Just because it's your birthday, you can do whatever. You. Want," you whispered, and you knew you could have just gotten yourself into something dangerous. 
"Well then that makes this easier," he smirked, his lips ghosting across your neck and down your chest. "I have been wanting to do this for hours, but you just had to go and make things difficult for me, didn't you?" he playfully scolded, gently nipping at the skin on your shoulders.
The white fabric of his shirt was sent fluttering to the floor as you slid it off and over his shoulders. Your hands moved to his belt next, but he effortlessly tugged your wrist away. "Not yet, I want to see you squirm for me first," he said, slithering his hands up the sides of your thighs and to your hips, his fingers hooking into the flimsy slithers of lace that sat there.
He slipped the garment over your thighs and down your legs, discarding them to the floor just like his shirt. Charles looked at you with those big green eyes, keeping them locked on yours as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His eyes still trained on yours, he placed a hand on either knee and spread your legs as he slotted himself in between them.
"God have you been this wet for me all night? I would have sent everyone home earlier if I had known," he smirked, placing soft kisses up the insides of your thighs, nibbling on them every now and then. You shuffled closer to the edge of the counter, hoping he would take the subtle hint.
"So desperate for me, but I'm feeling nice. How could I make my gorgeous girl wait?" He teased, kissing dangerously close to you. You were desperate for it, he had gotten that completely right. You were positively throbbing for it. Without another word, he licked a thick stripe up your dripping folds.
You leant back against the kitchen cabinets, tangling your hands in his hair as he kept your legs split open with his hands. Every now and then, he would attach his lips around your sensitive bundle of nerve endings, just to keep you on edge. His tongue teased your entrance as you tugged on his hair even harder.
You pressed your hips into his face as he smirked against you. "If you wanted more, all you had to do was ask," he told you, sucking and nibbling on your clit as you moaned out in pleasure. It was like sparks of electricity pulsed through you every time he made the slightest movement on you, and it was becoming almost unbearable.
"Fuck, just like that," you mewled, running your hands through his hair again. He kept on licking and lapping at all of the right places, and you felt like a volcano was going to explode inside you. "Shit, baby, I'm-" you started, but you were cut off by him slowing his movements.
"You close, my love?" He mumbled, running his tongue over your clit again. You were so sensitive, moaning with every movement he made. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to form full words without moaning out. Charles knew you were close as he carried on teasing you with his tongue.
Just as you were about to come undone, he pulled his mouth away from you and kissed you on the lips. "You really thought I'd give it to you just like that? You made me wait, now you've gotta wait too, it's only fair," he mocked with a wicked grin plastered on his face.
"Baby," you whined, looking at him with those eyes that told him everything he needed to know. You needed it, and you needed it badly. But, he wanted to hear you say it. "Beg for it, baby. Tell me how much you want me. How much you need me," he instructed, sinking back down to his knees again.
He planted excruciating kisses on the insides of your thighs as he waited. "Please," you whispered, jolting your hips forward, desperate for the extra contact. "I can't hear you," he dismissed, nipping the soft skin of your inner thigh.
"Please, Charles," you groaned, louder this time.
"What are you saying 'please' for? What do you want?" He grinned, adoring the control he had over you right now. "Please, baby, I need to cum," you practically shouted, hoping it was enough for him.
"Oh you need it do you? Do you need me then, my darling?" He teased.
"I need you so bad right now, I'm aching for it baby," you grovelled, and that was like music to Charles' ears as he came closer and closer to you. "That was exactly what I needed to hear,'' he told you, diving straight back into you. His tongue circled your clit perfectly, and the extra pressure you had been so desperate for was being granted.
"Is this good, my love? Is this what you wanted?" He mocked, tasting the neediness on his tongue.
"Fuck, yes," you moaned, tipping your head back. Your breaths were short and shallow as you felt yourself crumbling. "I'm going to-" you began, but Charles pressed your clit that tad bit harder, and you felt a tingling wave of pleasure wash over you as you cried out for him.
He stood back up, aggressively kissing you as you could taste a mix of yourself and alcohol on his tongue. But, the taste of him was far more intoxicating than any alcoholic beverage could ever be. It ran through your veins and made you drunk on pure lust, and it felt better in every conceivable way.
As he kissed you, Charles thought over where he could take you. He didn't want to keep you on the counter, but your bedroom was far too far away for how much he needed you now. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the empty dining room table, and it was the perfect option.
He held his hand on your bare ass as he carried you over to the table and sat you down on it. He slipped the remnants on your dress over your head, leaving you completely exposed to him as your nipples pricked up in the cold. "Fucking hell, you're so goddamn beautiful, baby,"
He stole yours lips with his before you could say a response, and he wasn't in the mood for waiting any longer. You could sense his neediness, slinking your hands down to his belt and unbuckled it. He didn't have any protests as he kept his hands on the sides of your face, holding him there as he kissed you.
You pushed his pants down to his knees, and he couldn't be bothered to kick them off - he didn't need to, anyway. Charles pushed your legs further apart with his knee and stepped impossibly closer to you. "You ready?" he asked, despite the fact that he already knew the answer.
"Yes," you breathed as he gently eased into you, and the feeling of him filling you up was like pure ecstacy. He gave you a second to get acclimatized to the stretch before slowly starting to rock his hips into yours.
The feeling of you wrapped around his cock was unlike anything, and it sent straight euphoria surging through his veins. He touch every inch of your insides as he moved, the tip of his dick hitting that one spot that nobody else seemed to be able to find with every thrust.
You didn't know where to put your hands, so caught up in what he was doing to you. You linked them around the back of his neck, nails digging into his flesh as you came closer and closer to release.
"How the fuck did I get so lucky?" he groaned, hands gripping onto your hips so hard you were certain they'd leave bruises there in the morning. But you didn't care. "My girl is the sweetest in the whole world, and her body is perfect in every single way. It's like you're made for me, baby," he rambled as he picked up his pace.
His head was spinning as he leant in and peppered random kisses all down your neck. He was addicted to the way you made him feel and the way he made you feel.
He could feel your legs start to shake, but your walls were already clenching around him. "You close again, baby?" he spat through gritted teeth, rutting his hips into you harder and harder. "Mhm," you hummed, not able to formulate full words. 
The feeling of you combined with the sweet sounds of you moaning for him sent him over the edge, and you dug your nails into the flesh of his shoulders as you came with him. As you both rode out your highs, letting the tingles slowly fade away, you clung onto him. 
The room fell silent, before Charles broke the quiet with a, "Thank you, my love. You're amazing, and not just at that, of course," he softly chuckled, holding you in his arms for a moment. 
"Happy birthday, baby," you smiled, leaning into his embrace as he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear. "And this has been the happiest of birthdays for me. Yes, I love the yacht parties, but a quiet night in with my favourite people is all I need," he told you. 
You sleepily smiled at him, holding your eyes open as you looked at him. "Are you tired, my love?" he cooed, looking at your half open eyes. Your cheeks were flushed and your hair was all puffy, your lips red and puffy from how much he had kissed you. 
There were small red marks over your neck and shoulders from where he had gently nibbled at the skin as he gently ran his fingers over them. They were just small reminders of who you belonged to, even though there was no doubt in anyone's mind of who that was. 
"Yeah, but we can stay up. Whatever you want," you said, suppressing a yawn. 
"We can go to bed, I need birthday cuddles," he said, hoisting you up into his arms like a bride on her wedding day. "You get cuddles every night, what makes them different because it's your birthday?" you giggled, clinging onto him for dear life. But, you knew he would rather die than drop you. 
"I don't know, they just feel more special when it's on my birthday," he explained, dropping you down onto your bed. He threw a hoodie from his drawer at you, before slipping some sweatpants up his legs. 
Just as Charles hopped into bed beside you, you remembered something. "Shit, how could I forget?" you scolded yourself, scrambling out of bed and into the kitchen. 
"Baby? You alright?" Charles asked, wondering why you had disappeared so quickly. 
"Close your eyes!" you told him as you stood outside the door. Charles did as he was told as you walked into the room, trying not to drop what you were carrying. "Happy birthday to you," you started to sing as Charles opened his eyes. "Happy birthday to you," you continued as you perched on the bed beside him.
"Happy birthday dear Lord Perceval, happy birthday to you," you finished, completely off key. Charles saw the very poorly done Ferrari logo on the top of the cake, the prancing horse appearing to have three legs and his eye was very wonky. In the top corner, you had hand-piped a list of all the races he had won, as well as your favourite podiums of his. 
"Blow out the candles," you told him, moving the cake closer to him. The orange flames on the 2 and the 6 were extinguished as he blew them out, unable to wipe the goofy smile off his face. "When did you make this?" he smiled, taking the cake out of your hands.
"Yesterday when you were out with Arthur," you told him, glad he had noticed that you had made it. "I know it's a bit shit, but I tried,"
"I prefer this to the actual one any day of the week," he said, grabbing his phone and taking a picture of the cake. "It's perfect, thank you baby," he thanked, looking at the cake again. 
"Happy birthday, Charles," you said again, and you both hoped there would be many more to come. 
A/N - Tanti Auguri to the love of my life, and the guy who makes everyday that slight bit easier. Forza Ferrari, and Forza Charles Leclerc 💖
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luveline · 7 months
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okay this is so specific but!! 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 with remus and shy!r who has bad hand eczema? mine’s flared up today cos I’ve been washing my hands too much and it’s so awful </3 maybe r is shy about it and doesn’t want to tell remus but he notices anyway and then insists on looking after her 🤍🤍🤍
weirdly enough, I also get eczema on my hands so this was really fun for me! tysm ♡ 
"Could we share? I've forgotten mine," Remus asks, nodding to your textbook. 
You push it in the middle of your desk. Remus was a friend before he became a lecture mate, but something about sitting next to him in such close proximity sets your nerves on end. He can see every line and wrinkle, all the details. Like your sore hands. 
You tuck them between your legs. You and Remus follow along as the lecturer reads from the textbook, glancing up when she shows a diagram in more detail on her huge projector screen. 
"I've been meaning to ask you, are you okay? You're quiet today," Remus whispers, his gaze on the screen. 
You sneak a look at his nice jaw and the triangles of his eyelashes. "I'm okay," you whisper. 
He meets your eyes. "You sure?" 
"Fine. Sorry for being quiet," you say, turning a page of your textbook. Eczema, especially on your hands and fingers, feels raw sometimes, itchy, a platter of bad feelings, and even something as simple as turning a page hurts. 
"Oh, is this why you're unhappy?" Remus asks, sliding his hand under yours. He holds your pink with his thumb to display your palm. "It's getting sore again?" 
You hate for him to see, but you're too shy to take your hand back. "It's not that bad." 
"It looks painful," he says sympathetically. 
Remus doesn't touch the disturbed skin lining your palms, the pad of his thumb running carefully down the side of it. 
"It's disgusting, I know," you mumble. 
"It's not disgusting." He puts your hand down gently, reaching under the desk for his bag. You freeze as his face ducks down. "Your hands are tired, that's all." 
You bring your hand back to your chest. Remus digs for something, and when he sits back up, he asks, "Sorry, can I see?" 
"There's nothing you can do," you say. 
"I brought you something." Remus pushes you're textbook and notepad back to place a round object on the table. It looks like stick deodorant. "That's what I use when the scars on my stomach get dry. It's a new one, though. Didn't think you'd want to share." He smiles at you tentatively. "It really helps me, it might help. There's no harsh chemicals I promise." 
You don't know what to say. In silence, you read the label for irritants (just in case) before you uncap the balm and rub it over your palm, dabbing so as not to drag the skin. It doesn't feel nice to touch but the balm helps soothe the itch, which is enough to ease the pinch from between your brows. 
"That's for you to keep," he says, giving your elbow a friendly shake. "If you hate it, chuck it away. But I can get you another one if it works, angel. Okay? Let me know." 
You swallow around a lump. It's nice to have someone care so much. "Thank you very much, Remus," you say quietly. 
"Don't, 'cos I'll want to give you a cwtch," he admonishes in a whisper. "I'll owe you one after. Shit, don't have a pencil, do you?" 
Only later do you realise that, despite how ill-organised Remus was that morning, he remembered to bring you the balm he bought especially for you. When he offers you the owed hug, you wrap your arms around him and melt. 
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jongseongsnudes · 3 months
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Dropping by to tell you how much I adored your Ni-ki's badboy trope fic. It is my favourite one to read of all time and I will definitely be coming back to read it. Just kind of sad that it's all over, manifesting 🙏🙏🙏 you write a similar one for him in the future 🙏🙏🙏🥹 Do you think you could write drabbles of somesort for it? i.e. The team begging Yn to get Ni-ki to do something for them cause he won't if they asked? That would be so cute but please ignore if you don't want to write it. Thank you for your hard work Cass 🙏🤍
awww thank youuuu 😭💖💖 i loved writing this trope for niki, i feel it fits him so well so our tsundere, badboy will be back in the future!
ill write a little something 😊💖 if anyone else has drabble ideas, send themmmmm
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“why me?”
“who else but you mrs team captain!” taki shouts at you desperately, his hands pressed together in a praying motion, “it’s a saturdayyyyy! please help us, he will only listen to you and you know that!”
you both look over to the team captain who is standing by the sidelines, arms crossed, and already watching like a hawk over his team.
it was indeed a saturday and instead of going to the movies like you had wanted to do, niki organised a team practice, saying everyone needed to get back in shape for the upcoming season. the boy really worked hard when it came to football, you as his girlfriend knew that but come on... it was 8am on a saturday. no one wants to be here at the school oval.
“half the boys have dates today! i was gonna take eunji out,” taki nudges you a little, “don’t you want to go on a date today? it’s such a nice day... getting dressed up... holding hands with your boy... hugging... kissing...”
“say no more.”
and you were off on your way, a girl on a mission. niki may be tough but you knew exactly how to crack him.
“hi nishimura,” you say nonchalantly, your eyes on your phone like you were texting someone, “how long did you say practice was again?”
“well we can’t start practice if these little kids are just standing around wasting time!” he shouts a little louder for the rest of the team to hear before turning his gaze onto you, “why?”
“oh it’s nothing. you know how i wanted to go watch that new comedy today? well since you’re so busy, i’ll just go...” you smile sweetly, as if you didn’t have an ulterior motive, “with jj who also wanted to see it! anyway have fun practising! call me when you’re done.”
you had only turned to walk away when you felt a hand at your waist, pulling your body back into another. it’s obvious who it was so you had to fight back the urge to smile.
“so that’s who you’ve been texting the whole time? jj?” niki's tone is an octave lower as he mentions that name but it’s the deep chuckle that follows that tells you he’s unpleased.
“yeah! i’m gonna go home and change into that new dress i got, remember the one you picked?”
oh you were being so mean but you weren’t going to stop now, not when he looked like he was about to explode of anger.
“are you serious?”
“hm. if i didn’t know any better, i’d say this sounds like jealousy, niki.”
and you’ve hit the spot, calling him out on his jealousy that he always, always denied. even though everyone and their mothers knew how jealous niki could really get sometimes.
“hell yeah i am!” he suddenly shouts, gaining the attention of the team and definitely surprising you with the confession, “i bought that dress for you and you want to wear that out without me? of course i am jealous!”
“then come with me nishimura,” you finally break character, chuckling at how adorable he looked while throwing a tantrum. you reach up to pinch his cheeks, making the boy’s expression go softer instantly, “come on niki, it’s a saturday, let your poor team go have fun. don’t you want to go on a date with me?”
he thinks for a moment before leaning down to kiss you, his lips now curving into a smirk as he does. oh your poor heart. niki with a smirk? its a view you’ve always, always been weak for.
“you’re so cute thinking i fell for that miss class president, i heard you talking to taki,” the boy says with his usual smug grin and pinches your cheeks, “but since you put in so much effort to act, fine lets go on a date. you seem so desperate to have me to yourself anyway.”
“wh- what! i do not! whatever! you practice then, i don’t care!”
you try to push him away but the tall boy only hugs you harder. he’s now in a laughing fit while you turn to the field to get help from his team... but no one is there... the guys having ran off the moment they heard their team captain’s words.
but hey... at least you get to go on your date.
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cloudypariah · 2 months
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Loving How to perpetrate and sabotage your own kidnapping: A guide for dummies so far! Will the reader turn the guys against each other when they figure out what’s going on?
Oh, you betcha. It would be an intrusive ‘what if’ thought that gets that ball rolling.
You’re sitting on the couch when you feel it: the lightbulb sensation of an epiphany invading your current daydream.
110% you “break into” John Price’s place again to review the whiteboard because a certain captain forgot to ask for the spare key back. It takes about nearly ten minutes of total silence and restraint before you come to the dreaded conclusion that you are the one they’re after. You stand there as your blood runs cold, your brain struggling to process what this could mean for your future and you relationship with the 141 itself. And the fact remains that you’ve been helping them learn about yourself inside and out, which means they have the advantage in this situation.
You’re quick to come to the conclusion that whole this is inevitable - with their training and unusually intimate knowledge of you, you’ve got no shot at emerging victorious and escaping their clutches. But just as you reach that conclusion the lightbulb comes back.
That doesn’t mean you can’t have fun with it. After all, you’ll eventually find out anyway, so why not fuck around?
You start to spend some one on one time with each member of the 141, telling them how they make your job much easier whenever they complete their reports on time, and how they make you feel so at ease when things get rough. Those whispers and shared touches grow until you openly admit to each guy privately that there is one certain 141 gentleman that has managed to catch your eye - but it’s not them. It’s only because they are your closest friend that you’re gushing to them about something so wonderful, but you trust them not to tell a soul because that’s what friends do right? ‘Thanks for being such a pal about this.’ You take care to mention the things that this “gentleman” does that makes you widely smile, without actually naming the man.
Each member is thoroughly put out because weren’t they doing enough to secure your affections? How have the others managed to slip their way into your heart but they haven’t?
They’re crushed for a little while until each of the men comes up with a game plan.
Gaz spends more time with you going over the reports and talking about the ops more than he should, hoping his openness and insight puts him back on your radar. This interferes with John’s plan.
John organises a small lunch nearly every day he’s on base - just you and him - so that you’ll feel comfortable telling him about this 141 member that he can’t seem to put a finger on. He doesn’t feel as sorry as he should when he has to kick Kyle out of your office, John’s need to adapt and overcome bigger than Kyle’s ego. But this interferes with Soap’s plan.
The pride wounded MacTavish offers to take you off base to go shopping for mundane things, civilian things to show that he does plan on settling down at some point, and that he can offer security in a relationship. He gets a little frustrated every time he sees his captain in your office chatting you up. But on the days where he can take you out for a short day trip, this interferes with Ghost’s plan.
Simon has a similar plan to Johnny, but Simon mentions going to the shooting range to get you away from the office and lend an ear to your frustrations, hoping you’ll drop some more hints about where he went wrong (or the others went right). It annoys him when Johnny takes you out for the afternoon when the Sergeant should be bloody working on something else - anything else, really. But when Simon does take you away, it put a damper in Gaz’s steps when he doesn’t see you in your office.
And soon it becomes a toxic and repetitive competition between the four of them. Their communication breaks down slightly, pride and ego ensuring they’re more focussed on bringing themselves into your romantic spotlight rather than talking to each other about the situation. You know this won’t last forever and they will eventually find out about your deception, but at least you can enact some contingency plans while they’re distracted.
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nostromo13 · 3 months
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Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Nalu
Rating: T
Summary: Following the Alvarez war, Natsu has to come to terms with a new reality.
Merry Christmas! I did this one for @endragoneel and I loved their prompts. I wish I'd had more time for it, but other commitments got in the way. I hope you love it regardless, Ever. I definitely want to write more on this topic in the future. Also a big thank you to @allaboutnalu for the mountain of effort that went into organizing the whole gift exchange <3
A little additional info: Cymorth, the title, is a Welsh word that translates to support/aid (thank you to the anonymous person who corrected me on what I previously thought it was! I really appreciated it as I’m rusty on my Welsh)
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Cymorth
“No, dipshit, side K should be on side 296. Wait, that can’t be right.” Gray grumbled, snatching up the instructions to take another look.
Natsu groaned. His hands hadn’t hurt this much since he’d thrown Zeref through the wall of the guildhall. Or maybe since waking up on Tenrou island and the sleep state had preserved not only him but all the cuts and bruises of the fight with Hades too. They’d been at this table and its gibberish instructions for hours, doing their part in the post Alvarez war rebuild by shaping up Magnolia’s library. The whole rebuild process taking way too long for his liking and aching palms were just adding to his impatience.
When Gray began to grumble again, he’d decided he’d had enough. He let the pieces he was holding together at a weird 79 degree angle drop to the floor, creating a loud bang that displeased his entire team and earned him a few choice words as he made his way over to Lucy’s bedroom.
He spied his girlfriend as he poked his head through her doorway, seeing that she was busy sorting through the piles of books torn down from the library shelves in the tremors caused by Acnologia’s attacks. The rest of their teammates had set up base in her living room, arguing through the instructions to build a new book returns table, the noise of which had sent her out to, as she put it, concentrate. He’d sat back from that argument for once, finding more enjoyment in observing since constructing things was not one of his strengths.
Feeling like she was a little too comfortable he readied himself for a sneak attack. Legs set to pounce, fingers ready to poke her relentlessly into annoyance and muscles primed to hold on until she either paid attention to him or Lucy kicked him for pestering her.
He took one step towards her, then another. Her back faced him and with every move closer he could feel the anticipation of how delicious this attack was going to be. Listening to Erza and Gray bark orders at Wendy, Carla and Happy all afternoon had his attention well and truly fried and more importantly his Lucy quota was severely deficient.
His attack progression paused for a moment as he caught himself up in the excitement of it. His partner was in front of him. Alive and safe, busy kneeled in a mountain of books that he was sure to be her happy place. He let out a quiet laugh to himself, foolishly giving the game away and attracting her attention.
Lucy turned her head to pay him a quick glance before returning to her work, speaking to him. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to help me?”
“I’m bored.” He complained, rather like an impatient child. Or dragon slayer.
He joined her anyway, nudging a space for himself with his foot in the book pile with more carelessness than Lucy would appreciate. “If the table is done you could see what they’re doing at the guildhall. I have a few more hours of work before I’m done here tonight and I’m not sure how much fun you’ll find this, sorry.”
He gave her bedroom a glance for anything to distract himself while she worked, but nothing took his fancy after so many hours of a tedious task. His attention only really fell on who he’d come in here to distract. His girlfriend enjoyed little organisation jobs and appeared entirely content in the little book nest she’d messied the bedroom floor with.
In the few hours he hadn’t seen her Lucy had tied her hair up. It lay in a braid down her back, and pieces were slipping out each time she moved her head from the absentminded attempt to get her hair out of her face while trying to continue working at the same time.
With an audible “Hmph” Natsu sat himself down behind her. He tugged the hair tie gently so it fell into his hand and he got to work combing out any tangles with his fingers.
He felt her tilt her head slightly into his fidgeting, glad she hadn’t put up a protest and possibly gladder that he hadn’t gone through with his first approach of distracting her. As he worked through her hair and began braiding her features released the tense expression that she usually wore when she needed to concentrate. Lucy always looked a little upset when she did that and he could never quite wrap his head around the idea that she was perfectly okay, She had agreed that her resting face was one that did appear quite frowny, but she’d assured him she wasn’t really thinking of anything when she was like that.
“I’m bored.” Her brow creased as she held two books in her hand, looking between them, but she didn’t acknowledge his statement. “And I’m hungry.”
“Gray said he was going on a food run in a bit. Why don’t you go with him?”
“Don’t wanna go with him. He’s smelly.”
She chuckled a little, not wanting to encourage his insult. “I have too much to do. Go get food and I’ll join you when it’s here.”
He tied the end of her new braid off, letting it fall flat against her back and shuffled closer so his chin could rest on her shoulder, pressing a kiss to the fabric of one of his hoodies that lived here. “Take a break with me.”
She smiled, shaking her head.
“C’mon, you’ll strain your eyes.”
With a little huff of her own she began to stretch her legs, leaning against his chest comfortably as she did so. He tucked her head under his chin, meeting her eyes at an angle that made her giggle. “Pizza or Pad see ew?”
“Why do you get to choose?”
He stood as she moved, offering her a hand up off the floor. “Because it’s my turn. And only a few take out places have passed the damage checks.” Her eyes narrowed on him. “I want crepes.”
He hadn’t gathered the heart to tell her nowhere would be open at this time that did them when Gray dropped an agitated f-bomb from the adjoining room. Natsu laughed loudly with Lucy, hoping the ice freak could hear him through the wall.
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With a quick goodbye and collection of orders from their teammates, they set off down the canal streets to the centre of town where more food options were available. Lucy had opted for a jacket as the September air was now turning frigid and Lucy was the sort that if she didn’t have a hundred layers on in the colder months she’d complain until her fingers fell off. Except he’d never let that happen.
Her fingers met his as they walked, her pale hand clasping his tanned one together in an easy swing between them. It was a short walk to the town centre, and a small debate between the two ended them up at a small dumpling place being run out of the back of a pizza restaurant in an agreement made by two neighbourly owners for the time it took for Magnolia to rebuild.
“I’ve got Wendy some mango pudding.” She told him as she joined him standing outside the restaurant for their order to be prepared. “She liked it here last time, but it can be hit and miss.”
Natsu nodded, taking her hand back. Her skin felt cool in his, contrary to her having been inside moments ago, although his warmer temperature made it hard to tell sometimes. “Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine. It’s just chilly.”
She didn’t need to ask. He ran his arms up and down hers, pulling her closer so she could benefit off his body heat.
“It’s only 50 degrees.”
He laughed at her trying to pretend it wasn’t a big deal. It always felt like a big deal to him when she couldn’t handle the winter months as well as him. He hated the way it made her slow in the mornings and shower ten minutes longer each time. It was nice that it made her cuddle up to him more. She was less of a physically affectionate person, whereas he naturally drifted towards it. At least with her anyway. He’d identified a similar thought sometime around her birthday just before the war.
She gave into his warmth, thinking they probably appeared silly to anyone that looked at them both rubbing her arms.
“After the heat from your book everything just feels a bit mediocre in comparison.” She admitted jokingly between them. “Don’t look at me like that, Natsu. I didn’t mean it to worry you.”
“I always worry about you.” His eyes dropped from hers, looking at the thick coat on her shoulders. He’d ceased warming her arms, stopped her biceps.
“Food order for Lucy.” A waiter called out from the restaurant doors, holding out two full paper bags.
Natsu dropped his hold, grabbing the food with a “Thanks” before they set off back.
The roads were quiet this time of night, and the currently displaced citizens temporarily living in Onibus meant the place was even less populated. Magnolia wasn’t meant to be quiet. Natsu was used to there being a hundred different sounds to choose from every time they walked down the main streets. Now all he could hear was the canal beneath their feet under the bridge and Lucy struggling to adjust her hold on the dumplings.
“Give it here.” Liberating the bag, he paused as she protested. She glared, pouting unconscious of where the streetlights managed to shadow the top portion of her face, making it all the more funny to him.
“What?”
He smirked, showing a cheeky canine. “Nothing.”
“Can we go home then. I’m freezing my butt off out here.” She waddled on the spot in a little Lucy-warming-up dance, trying to produce some friction between her hands. He only responded by watching, making a face that didn’t require him to verbalise to call her a weirdo. “Natsu please it’s practically Baltic.”
“I wanna sit for a bit.”
“The food will get cold.”
He ignored her, dumping the bags by the bridge side and sitting on the stone ledge, letting his legs dangle freely. She may have huffed and puffed behind him in annoyance, but knowing if she had would have required him to put in the effort to turn around. “I’ll warm it up later.” He excused when she finally joined him.
They sat for a small while, taking in the pleasures of a calm September night. The rebuild effort was taking a lot out of everyone at the guild and sometimes Natsu just needed a moment. He thought that after the war forced their lives to stop as it raged through everything they called home he could take a few moments to appreciate it occasionally. Even if it meant food would wait five minutes.
Beside him Lucy swung her legs, leaning back to watch the stars, her teeth absentmindedly chewing on her lip. He hadn’t meant to start watching her, but she had a way of capturing his attention sometimes, and it surprised him when she suddenly spoke.
“Do you think about END?” Lucy asked, eyes still buried in the night sky.
He felt himself frown. It was a valid question; he just never knew where she got them from when she came up with stuff like this. Normally it was more along the lines of ‘What do you think sheep count to go to sleep?’ and not the existential sort. He nodded. “Not so much when I’m in the shower, but when I’m hungry I know he needs feeding.”
She smiled. “I get it if you don’t want to talk about it.”
Actually, she really didn’t get it. She’d analysed every bit of her life since they found out her partner was END to see any way she could relate to what he was going through. Finding out something so big so far down the line felt earthshattering to her.
“I guess it answered some questions for me.” He shrugged and she turned, listening with care. “I didn’t know there was a part of me out there in some book, but it doesn’t feel strange.” He paused before he continued with a new thought. “Like when they said I’ve got that dysleck- dyslexic what’s-it.”
“Dyslexia.”
“Yeah. And I didn’t know letters weren’t meant to look like that because that’s all I know. It’s not as if dragons get dyslexia, so how was Igneel supposed to have spotted it when he was teaching me.”
She hummed, understanding better.
“END doesn’t feel separate to me. I just feel a little less tied down.” Natsu corrected himself when worry graced her features. “Not tied down. Just… I think it’s the knowing now that I was tied to that thing, tied to Zeref when he’s the bastard that’s been causing us trouble for so long. I’m happy I got to pound his face into the ground.”
“Without him I never would have met you.” Lucy spoke with a small smile. “I know it’s wrong for me to think about it like that when the whole of Fiore has been affected by what he’s done. I can’t help but want to be a little selfish. Without you I-”
“I get it.” He interrupted accidentally in his eagerness to agree. “I haven’t exactly processed what he did or what he is meant to mean to me. I don’t care about rushing on that. It gave me a chance to meet you, and Happy and everyone else. I wouldn’t be me without ya.”
He gathered her into his hold, her arms holding tight around his neck. She pressed her nose into Natsu’s collar, inhaling his warmth as he stroked her hair. They sat like that for a few minutes. The only presence around them on the cold street whatever wildlife hadn’t been scared off or killed in the war.
Finally, he pulled away. “Did you find the book after you lost it?”
Lucy shook her head. “It disintegrated, Natsu. It shouldn’t be possible for it to turn up again.”
He didn’t like the way her mouth had settled into a sharp line. His skin pricked with anxiety as a wave of stress washed over him. “Does me being END bother you? Like, dating me?”
“What?” She didn’t drop the line, instead directing it more towards him. “Why would you think that? I-” She allowed herself to breathe, refocusing herself on the conversation. “I love you. I love every part of you.”
“Every part?” He grinned into an innuendo, achieving the look of dismay he sought from his girlfriend.
“If I do break up with you it’ll be over you saying stuff like that in public. Maybe I’ll shack up with Cana.” She quickly backtracked. “No actually, she’d be worse.”
“Like you making gooey eyes at my chest when we’re at the guildhall is any different? Besides,” He leaned in closer, his breath meltingly warm against her lips. “We’re not in public. There’s no one here.”
She felt a warm hand place on her thigh, stroking above her jeans, the surprise of it sparking the same feeling Natsu could always elicit from her. Lips pressed to her own, paying particular attention to where she abused the skin frequently as he continued kissing her. Lucy pressed her chest closer to his with a tug on his jacket. His hand came up to stroke her cheek, taking his lips away to smile down at her. She felt herself getting enchanted, and it took a good effort for her to steel herself, brushing his hand off and standing up, too aware of the sharp drop into water 2 inches of a footstep wrong. “If you’re going to do that it’s not going to be where any peeping Tom can get a free show from their curtains. We’ve got food to deliver, come on.”
He followed her off the edge, picking up their food before slinging an arm around her shoulders. Their delay in grabbing dinner had meant a very hangry Gray and several apologies from Lucy, but they did eventually get a Natsu-rewarmed meal.
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Natsu yawned as he shuffled out of bed, stretching his arms over his head as he made his way to the bathroom in the dark. He’d heard the hour beep on Lucy’s bedside alarm clock, and by his guess it was about 2 AM. Erza, Gray, Wendy and the exceeds had left around 10, leaving him to distract Lucy from the hundred more books she insisted needed sorting tonight. He had managed to coax her into another rewatch of How to Train Your Dragon. A movie he insisted was a cinematic marvel and later when Lucy had introduced the books to him a literary marvel too.
Upon leaving the bathroom he glanced over to his girlfriend passed out in the bed. She’d encroached onto his side in the few minutes he had taken to pee and, worrying it might’ve meant she was seeking his heat, he decided on fetching another blanket to throw on top of the small mountain she required.
He opened her chest of drawers first, finding none of the thicker sort she preferred, before opening her wardrobe. He lifted the first of the fluffy ones, gathering the large monstrosity over his shoulder as his eye caught on the object that had sat beneath the blanket.
It was a book. One with worn brown leather bound to a thick manuscript of papers. It had a patiently decorated boarder with a small sun facing down from the top. If he’d analysed it closely he maybe could have seen that it had been read and re-read many times, but his attention lay solely on the front cover, and the black painted-on font that read ‘E.N.D’.
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feedthefandomfest · 2 months
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Thank you SO much for organising the Comment Bingo, I've been desperate to do one for so long aimed at commenters, and this is hitting the spot beautifully! 👌🏻 I also love that it's open-ended and that we can complete the card in the time that works for us 👍🏻 (Thanks for my First Badge, BTW ❤️)
If it's alright to offer future Bingo suggestions, I'd love to see a Bingo Card built around Tropes or common Tags? So the Bingo could be about finding fics or chapters that meet the listed Trope/Tag... for example, the very fun.... there was only one bed, enemies to lovers, "character" needs a hug, Time Travel, Fix-It, etc, etc...  (with the option to switch-out squares that aren't your cup of tea 😉)
Or perhaps there could be Bingo Cards with THEMES based on Whump, Fluff, Different Types of AU's, spicy 😏🥴, or Seasonal? I'm thinking of the Bingos that Writers often do (I've frequently WISHED I could join in as a commenter). I would TOTALLY have multiple Bingos on the go to celebrate all the wonderful fics and authors I read. LOL 🤭
Anyway! Just want to say you're doing an EXCELLENT job. Keep it up! Your positive attitude is much appreciated! I love reading your supportive and encouraging posts, and seeing you share the progress of other Bingo participants is exciting \○/. You’ve given some creative commenting suggestions that will help both 'seasoned' and 'new/shy' commenters alike.
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🥹🥹🥹😭💛 I don't even know what to say!! Thank you so much for the kind words. It's been an unexpected delight seeing this little community start to form—people liking each other's bingo posts and sort of rooting each other on. And that there are people from so many different fandoms participating and visiting the blog? You kind of forget that there are endless wonderful people out there beyond your little corner of fandom.
I absolutely LOVE these ideas—and I've been wanting to design a card that would encourage seeking out a range of different fics and hopefully uncover more of those "hidden gems" you wouldn't otherwise have come across. All of those variants would serve that goal so well.
I'm hoping to release a couple more cards this month (maybe make one of them that Fluff Card, what with Valentine's Day coming up?), so I really appreciate all the suggestions 🙏 Also thinking of switching up the badges soon!! A friend of mine has designed a few that I want to debut 👀
Thank you again—I'm so glad you're enjoying the card and the blog 🥰
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judejazza · 7 months
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I have a Clavis request 👀 I’d really like to see him have a genuine, vulnerable heart-to-heart with one of his brothers.
AHH I HAD A TON OF FUN WITH THIS REQUEST when I saw this idea I had SO many ideas because, man, Clavis has such great chemistry with almost all of his brothers. AHHH THANK YOOOU FOR THIS
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“This is the absolute worst!”
Yves voice is loud and his tone indignant as he furiously pulls at the door handle. Soon he heaves a sigh and spins to look at his elder brother, eyes narrowed in anger. “Did you plan this somehow? Open the door!”
Clavis blinks in surprise, giving him a wry smile. “This is the one door in the palace I can’t pick the lock of.”
“Excuse me?”
“Chev doesn’t usually let me in here.”
Yves almost has to snicker at the way he says it; as though Chevalier is his keeper, as if he’s ever needed the brutal beast’s permission to do anything, yet it explains why they can’t open the door. If Chevalier had been adamant Clavis would not be able to get in without permission-
He heaves another deep sigh and slumps against the wall, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. “I guess we have to wait….”
His blue eyes stare at his elder brother warily, but Clavis seems somewhat subdued and though Yves is certain that doesn’t mean he can lower his guard, he decides for now to give him the benefit of the doubt that he’s not up to anything nefarious. Yet, anyway.
Clavis shrugs. “Sariel will leave me in here, you might be unfortunate to be a second casualty.”
“I refuse to be the victim of your hell-raising!”
Clavis simply laughs, taking a seat on a counter nearby. He’d come to the storage room to, well, mostly get in the way when he heard Yves was going to be organising it for the better part of the day. It wouldn’t be a fun job, he was being a caring big brother by giving him something funny to occupy himself. What he hadn’t foreseen was getting locked inside, and just as the room was finally clean and they could leave.
“Besides, I promised Emma I wouldn’t cause trouble for the week.”
“So that’s why you’ve been so quiet,” Yves hisses, pursing his lips. “I don’t think this constitutes as trouble. You’d be helping. For once.”
“Oh dear brother of mine! You’ve never been in love, have you? You couldn’t possibly understand,” Clavis heaves a theatrical sigh and lets his shoulders slump. “Even the possibility of her ire is enough to stop me.”
“Can’t you be serious, just for once?!”
“You should let go once in a while, have fun.”
Yves sends him a cold, pointed glare. “I have enough fun. I don’t need to inconvenience others to enjoy myself-” he lets out a huff and rests his forehead on his knees. “I don’t understand why you do it. We all know you’re capable…. Why must you cause such troubles all the time?”
His brother is silent, not expecting the compliment, even if it had been attached to the usual question of why. “This place can be so dreary and dull, I just try to lighten it up.”
Another deep sigh comes from Yves. “I don’t understand at all. If I had your charisma and your intelligence….” He shifts, an uncomfortable sound coming from his lips as if he doesn’t like what he’s saying. “I’d put it to better use.”
“Why, brother dearest, it almost sounds as though you’re complimenting me.”
“So what if I am?!” Yves jumps to his feet, eyes fierce. “Is there something so wrong with that? Can you just stop deflecting for once!”
Clavis stares at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. Yves has always been as mercurial as a cat, and he’s known for not holding back with his sharp tongue with his brothers, but— but this. Before he can help himself, Clavis lets out a loud laugh.
“Stop it!” Yves huffs, marching up to him and staring pointedly.
“Sorry, sorry,” Clavis says, giving him a grin. He can tell under his brother’s gaze he’s not getting away so easily from this conversation, but it’s really not one he wants to have. “I don’t know,” he says slowly, his voice quiet like a scolded child; so much that Yves visibly relaxes, his face softening. “My whole life it’s been Chev this, Chev that. Compared to Chev… oh look what Chev can do— doesn’t it make you sick?”
Yves says nothing. He’s far enough away from Chevalier in age that it’s never bothered him so much, but-
“But you,” Clavis stares at him, his golden eyes full of a vulnerability Yves has never seen before. “You’re so sure of who you are, you have so much sense of self-identity. Sometimes I get jealous.”
“What?” Yves voice cracks, his eyebrows shooting up. “You… jealous of me?”
“Haha… is that so surprising?”
“I… you do realise everyone hates me?”
“Everyone hates me too.”
“I-” Yves frowns. “For very different reasons. Yours is your own fault.”
“Is it?”
“What do you mean?”
Clavis laughs again, but this time it’s self-deprecating and now he stares at his hands in his lap, fiddling with his fingers and picking at his nails. Yves has never seen him look like this, and part of him is mad at himself for starting a conversation that was obviously so painful for him.
“Well, I was always going to be the disappointment.”
Yves snorts. “Next to Chevalier everyone is a disappointment. Those things you create… annoying as they are, they’re really intelligent. Plus you might be the only one of us who can actually keep up with Chevalier.”
Clavis has no reply. It’s funny almost, he knows he’s not entirely wrong, but he just can’t bring himself to believe the words.
“Besides… he trusts you… right? No matter how far he goes… you always tell him exactly what you think, and you’ll just go off and do whatever anyway.”
“That’s just to get in his way because I can’t stand him.”
“Clavis,” Yves sighs. “This still doesn’t explain why you spend your time causing chaos.”
“I just simply like the laughter.”
“You mean your laughter while the rest of us scream.” Clavis laughs in response, but it’s still not at its usual level of vibrance. “You’re annoying, the absolute worst. Sometimes I really wish we weren’t related… but…” Yves hesitates, looking away from him. “I know you’re not a bad person. Not really.”
“Ah, what I wouldn’t give to keep this day locked in my memories forever.”
“I swear if you tell anyone-”
“Of course I will tell everyone just how much you love and adore and admire your big brother!”
“I hate you.”
Clavis grins. Outside footsteps come closer and the tell-tale signs of jangling keys. From the sounds… Licht? Yves lets out a sigh of relief and dusts his clothes off.
“If you tell anyone what happened in here I’ll tell Emma everything you told me.”
As the door opens, Licht only raises an eyebrow as Yves flies at him — bundling him into a hug and loudly declaring him his hero, while Clavis is standing there, frozen on the spot. “Are you coming out? I don’t mind keeping you locked in there.”
“Oh… yes,” Clavis mutters, a sheepish look on his features as he steps out. “I-” he looks at the pair of them, and then much to Licht’s confusion, just simply stalks away.
“… Is he sick?” Licht mutters.
Yves does nothing but grin. Perhaps Clavis will find different targets for his pranks from now on, and if not, well—he is thankful that his brother is a fool for Emma, that somehow she can control him to the point that just the mere mention of her name can subdue him. Or, well, he knows how easily it can excite him too and he heaves a deep sigh. Who’s he kidding? Maybe they will have peace for a week, two at the most, but he’s certain that after that his elder brother will be back to his usual self.
And if he’s honest… Yves prefers him like that.
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HII!! How are you? Could I request any of the demon slayer characters with a S/O who has a Malleus Draconia personality? thanks ^^
Hello! I am well and thank you so much for requesting! ( I swear i started jumping in front of my computer when i saw the ask)
So here it is:
How Tanjiro, Rengoku and Inosuke would react to a S/O with Malleus Draconia's personnality(spoilers!)
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notes: Reader is 20 in Rengoku's and 16 in the others. Little angst on Tanjiro's part, but Major on Rengoku's
☀☀☀
☀ Tanjiro Kamado ☀
☀Since you were young, all you've ever known was the demon slayer corps. Your parents were Hashiras. You picked up the sword at 4 years old and became a Hashira at 13.
☀But your world was a world of solitude, because your position and talent attracted not only respect, but also fear.
☀That was until Tanjiro came in.
☀As he still recognized your talent and treated you with respect, he also recognized that you were a human being with emotions and weaknesses.
☀His kind nature made you quickly fall for him.
☀You were the first one, apart from Giyuu, to accept his sister into the organisation.
☀One day, on a mission, he was wounded so badly, even Kocho didn't know if he was ever going to wake up.
☀For seven days and seven nights, you stayed by his side, praying to whoever would listen to save him.
☀When he finally awakened, you did something neither yourself or anyone would've though you'd do.
☀You wept. The tears just kept coming, never stopping.
☀With a weak hand, he cupped your cheek and made you look at him. He smiled sweetly.
☀«You see? I'm okay. I'm never leaving, promise.»
🔥🔥🔥
🔥 Kyojuro Rengoku 🔥
🔥Since both of your fathers were Hashiras, you two grew up together.
🔥Fate didn't even need to play a part to bring you side by side.
🔥You were a natual quiet and gloomy, but you were never seen without your booming, oblivious friend.
🔥You became Hashira at 13, and he followed soon after his father's retirement.
🔥You frequently went on missions together, and people often whispered in your path about how odd of a duo you were.
🔥But then he was called alone on a mission to the Mugen train.
🔥You can guess, it didn't go well.
🔥When the news got to you, you locked yourself in your quarters and screamed in anguish for the only man who had ever made you smile.
🔥You were going down, but you swore to take Muzan Kibutsuji and every demon in the world along with you.
🐗🐗🐗
🐗 Inosuke Hashibira 🐗
🐗You met on a mission. You had just slaughtered the demon he was hunting.
🐗Mad but impressed, he demanded to fight you. You obliged, It wouldn't take long anyways.
🐗You ended up defeating him(obviously), but something had occured to you.
🐗It had been the most fun you've had in years. Not because he was good, oh no, all of your fellow Hashiras would beat beat him in a blink.
🐗No, it was because of his stubbornness. No one ever tried to fight you in fear of you, but this one. This one faced you heads on, coming back no matter how many time you sent him to the dust.
🐗So you decided to take him under your wing until the day he would be strong enough to defeat you in a fight.
🐗One faightful day of training, his boar head accidentaly went flying.
🐗You freezed mid-movement, taken aback. He was beautiful.
🐗Taking profit of your moment of weakness, he stripped our sword away from you and pinned yo to the ground.
🐗He spoke in triomph of his feat, but all you could do was smile. Smile and then laugh.
🐗It was his turn to be set aback. He had never seen you smile, let alone laugh.
🐗«What are you laughing at, huh?! I won, didn't I?! I won!»
Have a good day/night!
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"Mom, Dad, this is Mira. She's really important to me, and I'm glad you're meeting her. Mira, this is my mom and dad."
"It's a delight to finally meet this girl, Farris! He's been telling us all about you, Mira, and we have just been desperate to meet you."
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"Thank you so much for inviting me over, ma'am. Farris has told me all about you and your family and I'm so excited to spend the 4th of July with you."
"Well, I hope we don't disappoint. Anyways, let's get out of the rain, I'd hate for that pretty dress of yours to get wet. Vivienne and Warner are watching a movie in the living room, so let's go have a seat in the dining room. Farris, you go put Mira's bags in the guest room, and then come join us."
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"So, I've heard you and Farris met at the Bible study group he organises, which is awfully nice. Have you always been religious, or is this a new thing from the university? I do know they let in secular students now, it's all very modern."
"Oh, I've always been religious, it's how I was raised, ma'am. My dad met my mom evangelising, and he really led her back into her faith, and then they fell in love and got married. My mom and dad have always been my biggest inspirations, they're wonderful people and I really admire their faith and relationship with one another."
"That's wonderful to hear, Mira. You know, I was thinking Farris might bring back one of those really fun-loving girls, especially with them letting secular folk in now, so it's good to see that you seem to have the proper values. Do you want to tell us more about your family? They seem so sweet."
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"Thank you ma'am! I really do try to come across properly, my mom is originally from here and she really taught us kids all about manners and respect. But about my family, we lived up in Brindleton Bay until I was 8, because my parents got married pretty young, and we lived with my grandma. You see, my mom was in foster care for a while, and my grandpa unfortunately died young, so my dad was raised as one of six kids to a widow, so they didn't really have much money. But my dad got a job in the military, serving our country, and he's done really well in that with all his hard work. We never had to go on welfare because of him. My mom was able to stay home with me and my little sister, and we were homeschooled. And then when I was 8, we moved into our own lovely house out in Oasis Springs, since my dad was stationed there. And then they had two more kids, my little brother and my littlest sister. We all went to Skyward Palms, well, Carter still goes and Charlotte is joining next year, and that's a fee-paying Christian school, and I was lucky enough to be able to go to Britchester, so we've really done quite well, considering where we started."
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"You see, all you need is hard work and traditional values, then you can make it, not government handouts! Mira, I'm going to tell that story to all the young hippy folk I meet at work, who want us to pay for everyone else's children and housing. If everyone was like your parents, there would be no need for these ridiculous taxes, and good, honest, folk would still be able to do well for themselves!"
"I absolutely agree, sir!"
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Out of curiosity, how were your beautiful pups rescued? I’ve always dreamed of having a rescue pup myself but at the moment can’t have my own pet. Thank you!
Hi, thanks for the ask! Barney & Flynn both came to me by chance really & were private adoptions, rather than from a shelter. They have similar backstories. I got them as young adults - Barney at 15 months, Flynn at 20 months, after their respective previous owners couldn’t cope with their behaviour. Both were “reactive” - displaying fear based aggression. Barney had a wider range of things he hated: strangers, dogs, new/unexpected objects & situations but Flynn’s case was much more severe - he was almost untouchable. Both dogs were in imminent danger of being euthanised due to these issues - Barney within hours & Flynn, days. 
By very lucky chance, my dad was there at just the right time & he offered an emergency foster home for Barney. Dad planned to find a new owner, who’d dealt with “difficult” dogs before. I was inexperienced but had wanted a BC for 15 years & when I met Barney, I fell in love & decided we’d make it work, somehow! The early years were tough - I had lots to learn. With Flynn... it turns out, once you’ve helped one nervy border collie, people try to give you more!! I was reluctant to even meet Flynnie - from what I'd been told, he was clearly going be very hard work, which I wasn't keen to take on but I finally gave in & he was a sweet, clever dog who seemed very keen to try. He'd run out of options - it was come to me, or Flynn was going to be put down... I crossed my fingers & said I’d have him. So, yes, I got my dogs because they needed a 2nd chance & I was there & willing to have them. 
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Life with Barney & Flynn hasn’t always been easy - but they’re wonderful, loving dogs & seeing their behaviour improve, as they gain confidence & trust, has been an incredible experience. Private adoptions *can* be risky though & there’s often less of a safety net, if you realise it’s not working out. If & when you’re in a position to get a dog, I’d try to adopt via a well-run rescue organisation, to have the best chance of success. Look for an organisation which assesses each dog & can give a bit of info on health, temperament, behaviour & care requirements, & just in case you do run into any problems, check if they offer support after adoption.
There are all kinds of dogs waiting for new owners: some will have had a good family before & will fit in to a new home quite easily, many dogs will need training - to learn basic manners, leash walking, poss how to interact politely with kids/dogs etc... others have behavioural (or health) problems, which will require a great deal of time, effort & poss money, to manage long-term. Any adopted dog will need patience & guidance while they settle in but some are going to be easier than others - it is worth thinking about what you're happy to deal with. Whatever dog you choose, you’ll be helping more than just that one - the space created by their adoption will be now be open to another dog in need of a new family. 
Anyway that turned into a very long reply, sorry for the essay & that I was a bit slow replying! I hope you don’t have to wait too long until you’re in a position where you get a rescue dog of your own & that when you do it's a fun & rewarding experience & you have many happy years of adventures together :) 
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By the pricking of my thumbs... An Adventures in Spectrum, Movements fic
It's Halloween on Cloudbase and all sorts of preparations are being made...
All the 'weird things' mentioned are an oblique reference to some of the things that have happened to Scarlet in the Halloween Challenge over on Spectrum HQAo3 link here
Sitting at the central table of the Officer’s Lounge, Scott frowned in concentration as he pressed the back of a spoon against the tinfoil he was slowly smoothing over some cardboard he’d cut into a generic sword shape. Across from him, Gordon had a needle and thread in his hands and a lap full of bedsheets as he helped Scott while his mask dried. They both now understood why Rick liked to use the Lounge as a workspace, the light was so much better here than in their cabins.
It was Halloween in two days and upon hearing that the Cloudbase tradition was to have mostly homemade costumes, they’d both thrown themselves into the task. Scott had decided he’d go as Roman Legionnaire, while Gordon was going to be a werewolf.  His paper mache mask was drying right now, in preparation for the already cut out pieces of fake fur that’d go on it. The two-part party (organised as such because of the three shifts) would be held in the gymnasium - the biggest flat space inside the base - and the intranet had been buzzing ever since mid September as people juggled duties, split or traded shifts so they could attend the first or second half of it.
“How’re your costumes coming?” Rick asked as he came in and plunked himself down beside Gordon, his hands full of the bits and pieces he needed for the broad collar he was making for his mummy costume. 
“Getting there.” Scott showed him the progress he’d made on the sword. 
“Ditto, oh hey, thanks for the pattern you found for me,” Gordon chimed in, nodding to his partially completed costume. “That helped so much.” 
“Welcome,” Rick grinned at him, laying out the piles of metallic stickers he was using as jewels. 
“How’s Brad’s costume coming?” Scott asked. Last he heard, Brad’s idea of going as Yoda hadn’t gone entirely to plan. 
“Slowly, but if his mask doesn’t come out right he’s just going to go with facepaint, a skull cap thingie over his hair and fake ears.” 
“I’ll see if I can give him a hand later,” Gordon volunteered. “Oh, did you hear about what Engineering is doing?”
“No?” Rick looked at him curiously. 
“They’re doing Star Trek engineer uniforms, as many different versions as they can.” Gordon grinned. “Last I heard they’d gotten up to ten, the Discovery one was giving them some problems.” 
“Ha!” Rick laughed. “Any luck figuring out what the Angels are doing?” The Angels having a secret group costume was a long standing Cloudbase tradition, and an equally long standing tradition was the captains trying to figure it out before the party. They hadn’t managed it yet, but that didn’t deter them from trying.  
“Nada.” Scott shook his head. “But there’s glitter involved, I saw some on the floor outside the Amber Room.” 
“Hm, doesn’t really narrow down the field much.” Rick looked thoughtful. “I’ll have a snoop after my shift.” 
“Does anyone else do a group costume?” Gordon asked curiously. 
“Yep, Medical.” Rick grinned. “Last year they were all doctors - several Doctor Whos, Doctor House, Doctor Watson, Doctor Janet Frasier, Doctor Beverly Crusher, Doctor Julian Bashir, Doctor McCoy, Doctor Horrible and so on. This year it’s zombies.” His grin broadened. “I saw them trying out different jello brain moulds. They’re going to have fun.” 
“Does Colonel White join in?” That was Scott this time. 
“Yeah, but he doesn’t dress up. He just puts on civvies and mingles at the end of the first half and start of the second.” Ochre chuckled. “Green did ask him if he was dressed up the first year. The Old Man just did that little amused smile of his, you know the one? The blink and you miss it one? Anyway, he did that and deadpanned ‘I’m a spy, can’t you tell?’.” 
All three of them laughed at that. 
“How’re the rest of the guys going with their costumes? Does anyone else need a hand?” Scott asked as he finished one side of the sword and turned it over to tackle the other. 
“Adam might, he’s going as a knight and he’s only got half his armour painted, but Green and Mags are fine, they’re just re-using their Lando Calrissian and Han Solo costumes.” Rick went back to sticking squares onto the collar.
“Paul’s got his sorted?” Scott asked, having noticed the gap in the list.
“No, he’s ‘sheltering in place’ again,” was Rick’s absent answer. 
“Huh?” Scott blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that answer. Paul had been helping him with his costume just yesterday and he’d overheard him talking with the Angels about their group costume. He hadn’t given any indications at all about not participating, much less ‘sheltering in place’, whatever that meant.
“Hm? Oh that’s right, it’s your first Cloudbase Halloween.” Rick put down the broad collar. “Uh, so how do I put this in a way that makes sense…” He rubbed his forehead as he tried to figure out how to word things. “So, weird stuff has happened to Paul every Halloween since the Car-Vu.”
“Weird stuff?” Gordon asked, head slightly tilted.
“Yeah, weird stuff.” Rick rubbed the back of his neck this time. “I don’t really want to go into it, but he wasn’t comfortable attending the first Halloween after the incident so he holed up in his room and after what happened that night we banned fake seances and Ouiji boards. He came to the party for a little bit the next year and we had to ban fortune telling too. He completely isolated himself in year three and weird stuff still happened, so he took precautions last year - spent some time in the chapel and wore a St Michael the Archangel medallion - and it helped, so he’s taking more precautions this year. We all argue with him about it every year, suggesting canning the party completely or a couple of us skipping it to keep him company, but he won’t let us, says he doesn’t want to spoil everyone else’s fun.” He waited for their reactions, and when they simply accepted what he said he made a thoughtful noise and remarked “You don’t seem very surprised.”
“We’ve… we’ve seen things,” Scott hedged, sharing a quick glance with Gordon. “And it makes sense he’d be a magnet for stuff, All Hallows is when the walls between the worlds get thin in any culture that’s got roots in the UK.”  
“Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.” Gordon nodded solemnly. “Do you know what precautions he’s taking? And when does it stop, midnight or sunrise?”  
“He’s asked Juniper to bless him and his room, he’s got his medallion and he’s been hanging out in the chapel when he’s not on duty, ” Rick reported. “As far as we can tell it finishes at midnight.”
“Makes sense, since it’s not All Hallows Eve anymore and becomes All Saints Day.” Gordon looked thoughtful, with that particular glint in his eye that everyone had quickly realised meant he was planning something. 
Rick was just about to ask what exactly Gordon was plotting when his phone beeped for attention. He checked the screen, growled under his breath and put down his project. “Don’t let anyone touch that, I’ll be right back,” he said as he hurried out.
“S.I.G.” Scott acknowledged. He put the spoon down, dragged his tablet over and checked something. “If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, Paul’s on duty for the first half of the party,” he told Gordon after scrolling through the roster. 
“Perfect.”    
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“The festivities must be in full swing by now,” Paul mused, standing at the kitchenette in his cabin and making himself a cup of tea. As per usual he’d had to all but order the others to go and enjoy themselves at the party and stop worrying on his account, that it wasn’t that bad, not really, just another bit of weirdness. They didn’t have very many opportunities to let their proverbial hair down, and being able to have fun together was important. 
Well, that was the excuse he gave anyway. He really didn’t want to spoil their fun any more than it already had been with how they all worried about him at this time of the year and he didn’t want to draw any more attention to the oddities about himself than he absolutely had to. His life was complicated enough without inviting more scrutiny and the inevitable attempts of well meaning people wanting to ‘help’. He’d made a plan, involved the people he trusted, and as per usual he’d do his best to deal with the rest.  
“A nice cuppa, a book to keep me awake until it’s all clear, then a shower and a sleep,” Paul decided as the tea steeped. The ‘activity’ seemed to properly kick in after sunset, but the worst things only happened when he was asleep, staying awake was an easy counter. “If I manage to stay awake that is,” he mused as he took out the tea bag. He’d unintentionally dozed off on the couch the third year. That had been… bad.
The door chimed just as he was browsing his bookshelf. Expecting Adam, worried and wanting to check in on him, he was surprised to find the Tracys at the door instead. They’d clearly gotten dressed in their civvies with some haste, and their arms were full of bean bags, blankets and carrier bags. 
“Hi!” Gordon chirped at him, beaming with all the innocence of a newborn lamb. “I’ve got documentaries, gingerbread and biscuits and Scott’s got non-alcoholic Pimms and hot chocolate.” 
“Uh…” 
Evidently the brothers took that as an invitation because the next thing he knew he was standing aside as the Tracys came in. 
“Shouldn’t you two be at the party?” Paul asked as they started setting up what looked suspiciously like some sort of slumber party. 
“We already went,” Scott answered cheerily, “and now we’re here.” 
“But…” Paul valiantly attempted to rally a defence, but found himself neatly steamrolled by the brothers working in unison. A glass was put into his right hand, a plate of baking in his left, then he found himself installed on his couch with Scott next to him and Gordon sitting on the floor in front of them as he set up a projector.  
“So,” Gordon started clicking through the options, “I’ve got ‘Hadrian’s Wall’, ‘The Secrets of the Viking Blacksmiths’, ‘Spitfire’, ‘The Originals, the secret origins of the SAS’, ‘Winged Hussars’, ‘Finding Troy’, and every single Star Trek anything that exists. What tickles your fancy?” 
Knowing full well that the majority of the offered options weren’t really things that either Tracy would pick for themselves and feeling incredibly touched by the efforts they’d gone too (and not a little amused by how they hadn’t even given him a chance to refuse them) Paul crooked a smile at them. “Well,” he sat forward a little to read the descriptions on the documentaries, “let’s see…” 
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wildissylupus · 10 months
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Hi, back on my Cassidy bullshit.
Cassidy has "big brother energy", we all know this, buy I feel like a lot of characters are ignored when it comes to this dynamic.
Like Cassidy and Angela, we don't see much of them but what we do see is kind of the classic "opposite twins" dynamic, and considering it's now been confirmed that Cassidy has known Ange as long as he's known Pharah, I hope to see more of they're dynamic.
Cassidy and Tracer are kind of over looked as well, they're on a first nane basis with eachother, not only that but Lena seems rather comfortable talking to Cassidy about the crime stuff he does ("Tracer: I heard you were a bounty hunter in the years after Overwatch went down.... Did you catch anybody good?"). I also want to point out that Cassidy is canonically the fastest shot in the game, meaning he was probably the only person involved with Tracers training that could actually hit her, the voice line "Way ahead of you, Lena." kind of hints at this but that's more of a stretch.
Now let's get into the more common ones, Pharah and Sombra have been consider Cassidy's little sisters since they were introduced. Now Cassidy and Sombra seem to have a similar dynamic to Cassidy and Tracer, specifically his voiceline "Sombra! Don't sneak infront of a gun!" gives me similar vibes. Also both Tracer and Sombra have the same jesting attitude with Cassidy, poking fun at him when in interactions or elimination lines (same with Pharah). If they do choose to explore Cassidy and Sombra's dynamic more I definitely see them being the types to understand eachother a lot more than others, because of they're similar backgrounds.
Now Pharah is the only one that is canonically considered Cassidy's sibling. It's implied that Cassidy was the one who taught her how to shoot, not only that but if you compare personalities you can actually tell that she takes after Cassidy in a lot of ways (body language, teasing, comforting), specifically her voiceline about throwing a part after a mission is a lot more like Cassidy (granted, we don't know what her dad is like so these traits could also be from him). There is also the fact of, out of all these characters, she's the one who looks up Cassidy the most. Something no one talks about is that Helix is considered a Mercenary organisation, something everyone in Pharah life looks down apon, so why would she join them? Because Cassidy is a Mercenary. Cassidy was such a big player in Pharah's development that a lot of her identity now is molded by her experiences with him.
Anyway thanks for reading my agenda to see more of Cassidy's platonic relationships be explored by the fandom. (Please I starved of good fics to read-)
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IT'S TIME FOR STELAK PROPAGANDA.
First all, enormous thanks and a great big hug to @woltourney for organising this and giving me an excuse to show you all my lovely boy. 💜 I don't talk about Stelak nearly as much as I should!
Mr Ganzthuv will be appearing in Match 9 of Round 1, Side B! It'd just about make his day if you'd show him a little love when his turn comes around, and I'm here to tell you why you should. ( b ._.)b
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(Obligatory thirst trap to open. We know what's important here.)
Stelak's a cheeky guy who doesn't embarrass easily and likes having fun where he's able, and as you'll learn when his matchup comes around, not only is he an accomplished bard and a WoL, he's also a whore! And yes, he's still taking on jobs while he's saving the world. 👌
Whoring is Stelak's main line of work and he enjoys it a lot; he takes a great deal of pleasure from making people happy and his clients, for the most part, are all lovely to work with. And he's good at it! Why would he ever think to do anything else?
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(It should be mentioned, if you were thinking of hiring him yourself someday, that Stelak only services men. And yes, trans men are men, trans women are not, etc., etc., of course, obviously.)
That said, as exhausting and stressful as the work of being the WoL is, Stelak can't complain about the travelling it's seen him doing. He's met all kinds of people and made all kinds of friends, and for that he's enormously grateful. Given that he doesn't remember anything about who he might have been before he woke up in the back of that cart on the way to Gridania with nothing but a name, the clothes on his back and a robust set of instincts and principles, Stelak is sincerely delighted to have so many people around him whom he can rely on.
It is, after all, very difficult to keep going sometimes when the whole world is relying on you all the time.
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Stelak has grown a little more attached to some of these friends than others to say the least, but you'll have to find my AO3 if you want to learn more about that. 👀 Ahem. Anyway.
Anyway.
Unlike whoring, being the WoL is difficult, taxing and often deeply miserable; preventing one catastrophe seems to achieve little but to make room for the next one, and being recognised by anybody only serves to make them all the more comfortable in making yet more demands of Stelak's time and energy. As such, he's often very tired and sometimes very sad, but at the end of the day, no matter how worn out and fed up he might be, Stelak will always dutifully pick himself up and go where he's needed without complaint (or at least, without complaint while he's still within earshot of the people telling him where to go.)
The work needs doing, and if not him, then who? What would happen if he didn't show up? He doesn't like to imagine.
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Thank goodness he doesn't have to do it alone.
It would be easy to say that Stelak does all of this for the love of his friends, and he does, but he also does it because it's the right thing to do, and doing the right thing regardless of whether one will be rewarded for it is what makes the world turn, isn't it? That one might get to meet all kinds of fascinating people and see all kinds of wonderful places is just a happy accident, and one that Stelak is all too eager to embrace. The world's an incredible place, it turns out, and now he gets to see it all!
This, too, Stelak is grateful not to be doing alone. 💜
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(That's Teddy, by the way. He's Stelak's other best friend.)
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One might be tempted to assume that Stelak would be keen to find out who he used to be before he arrived in Gridania, or at the very least that he'd be interested, but truthfully, he couldn't care less. For all he knows, he might not have existed at all before that moment; for all he knows, Hydaelyn might have simply plucked him from the aether for convenience's sake, or out of his bed or his bathtub or from some other place, but none of it matters so much as who he is now, who he's going to be in the future. Stelak's experiences have changed him even in this relatively brief span of time; who knows who he'll be next week?
So yeah, vote Stelak. ( b ._.)b
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writer asks: 3, 7, 19, 24!
thanks T <3 answerings questions from this post
3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?
I don't really know if I have a ritual. I put some music on, sometimes I sprint on discord (alone or with people). Nothing cursed about it xD
7. What is your deepest joy about writing?
Probably the catharsis of it all. I tend to write things that I find interesting to explore, but those things have a tendecy to be really personal to me. I remember when I finished Command Me to Love I just cried and cried because Aria had gone through this whole journey and it was a journey I also really wanted to be on. Writing it made me feel like I was there. She let go of her anger and at the end, when she was at peace, it felt like it was okay for me to let go of mine too. This got more emotional than I expected ksjdhgk I kinda forgot that that happened. Thanks for reminding me <3
the other 2 questions are under the cut it got a bit long <3
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
I dunno really when I started. I was reading a lot as a kid and then it seemed natural to just start writing too. But it consumed me and I knew I wanted to keep doing it forever. I went and got a Creative Writing degree which has been very useful in my life (/s) but it was a great experience and I don't regret it. There were definitely a lot of bumps along the way, and a few times I thought about just stopping completely lmao but I always come back anyway. That generall has to do with like my mental health and being overly critical of my own stuff. I think also that when I decided I didn't want to pursue writing professionally and just do it as a something that brings me joy, a lot of the stress melted away and I have a lot more fun with it now.
24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?
Well for Command Me to Love which is the first time I completed any piece of longer writing, and is also the longest thing I ever wrote, there was barely any prep work. I already told you about this, but I wrote like 60k words of that in a single week during a manic episode. So that's very much an outlier and as happy as I am that I completed it I'd rather not do my writing like that again 😅 For my mass effect longfic/Sarani's story which I'm writing now, I have a lot of notes, they're not very organised, but just like scenes I know I want to write. It's kinda all over the place, but this is not as big of an issue since the games are there as a timeline guide lmao. For the original stuff I've written, I've done it both ways, with prep and without. Prep definitely makes it easier/smoother to write, but also it's not something that comes naturally to me. I both enjoy it and don't. I think it depends on the thing I'm writing.
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I wanna know abt ACC Charlie 👀 whats she like? Does Maxwell still end up joining her?
GRAHHH TEEHEE HII I’m gonna try to keep this as comprehensible as I possibly can because when I write these character things I honestly kinda feel like the fucking. Mario Perchance essay ifykyk BUT ANYWAYS 🤯
Ever since her childhood Charlie has had this disease called “I need to partake in everything all the time” syndrome. She’s competitive, creative, adventurous, and was often enthusiastic about the most minuscule things. She loved helping her mother bake, she loved helping her father organise papers for his job, she loved assisting Winona with whatever projects she could despite not understanding machinery on the same level as her. Like, any sort of activity that she could get her hands on and do with someone was enticing to her.
She got into a particularly bad argument with Winona before she left home to start living on her own. Despite their eventual rekindling, the event sparked this flame of rebellion that played a big role in her life during her time in San Francisco. There was this lingering need to prove her sister wrong despite her absence, to show that she was more than capable of defending and taking care of herself, that she could choose her own path. Outside of her many part-time jobs she’d hang around clubs to socialise, she got into flapper culture, she still clung to that joy in meeting new people and assisting them with whatever imaginable; which ultimately led her to the Palace Hotel.
Clicking with William happened pretty much immediately. They were similar in many aspects, both far away from home and somewhat striving after the public’s attention. Besides, a magic act seemed fun. And William was good at it. Collaboration with one another came easy to them and eventually they had made quite a name for themselves; William even changed his completely.
They eventually got together as a couple but it seemed like more of a business title than anything else. Charlie– deep in the closet and not quite yet on terms with that part of herself– mistook her feelings of friendship as romantic (because, hey, that’s a guy!) and followed suit (Maxwell was in a very similar position but THIS ISN’T ABOUT HIM!!!).
BUT YOU WANT THE DRAMA. YOU WANT TO HEAR ABOUT WHEN THINGS FUCK THE FUCK UP. Shit hits the fan when she finds out that Maxwell is probably engaging in cult activities (thanks to his little spell book) after visiting his apartment to pick up a few show props. Or, well, she registers it as cult activity at first; still (somehow) not fully onboard with the idea that shadow magic is, like, an actual thing. And it’s creepy but she still cares about him, right? So obviously she’s all hey. You’ve been isolating yourself for a hot minute now but just know that I’m here for you if you need anything. And then during their next show The Bad Thing Happened.
The force from the blow basically severed Charlie, the overwhelming amount of nightmare fuel entering her system all at once fucking with her system and turning her into the Grue. All this eventually leads us to when ACC actually takes place. She’s the nightmare queen and she’s doing a lot of Cryptic Shit.
Heeerre’s the thing. When it comes to rulers of the constant, it really is Them. Whoever’s on the throne is merely a vessel for Them to channel Their power through. There’s the illusion of collaboration, sure, but once They’ve drained you of all you have to offer you’re as disposable as a dishcloth.
The best heirs to the throne are people with baggage. Shadow magic is a craft reliant on its practicer’s mental state, the more there for Them to dissect the more there is for Them to use. They’ll pull you apart mentally and stretch you out physically, They’ll take whatever you have on the table. And sure, Maxwell had a fair amount of petty grudges pent up that They could bend and manipulate, but Charlie? She’s ripe with wrath. She feels confused, she feels betrayed, she feels scared, she feels angry. She wants to watch that old man die a thousand deaths and then kill him herself a thousand times more. Her mind is oozing with all sorts of intense emotions for Them to get Their grimy little hands on, there’s a reason she’s so powerful.
They’re breaking her apart. She’s deteriorating.
RIGHT and whether Maxwell ends up joining her again or not? ACC Maxwell is in this position where two sides are offering him different things that he really wants. Wanda is giving him this final chance at making things right, a ticket home, whereas Charlie is (falsely) offering him the comfort of the past; an opportunity to revert things back to how they once were but better. Both of these things are tempting, and both of the people in question do mean something to him. I suppose it all relies on where his greed takes him.
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