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archaiclumina · 11 months

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This entire blog runs on a queue, so there is no queue tag! This blog is just aesthetic posts and FFXIV related content. I like to keep my queue very full for inspiration for my writing, (or procrastination from it maybe, haha) I also schedule posts of other peoples content into my queue completely arbitrarily! I enjoy reblogging the content of others with supportive tags, even if I don't know them from a bar of soap! Sharing creations is scary and hard sometimes, and I think everyone deserves a hype man personally! Most of my time on tumblr is spent browsing various tags for content to reblog. Once a week I go through a random selection of my mutuals' blogs and try check for content I missed to interact with in some way; like send an ask, signal boost something, or leave a friendly comment. And of course I reblog screens and writing too, in those cases I literally just throw in a random date and time! That's my whole system for keeping things active here even when I am busy with work/real life!

Obvs what that means is that this blog runs all the time even when I am not at the dash. If you send me a message, and I don't respond, please don't worry! I'll always try to get back to you within a couple of days! ♡ I've made this master post to help people find some relevant stuff amongst all the trees! (literally I guess because I reblog a lot of trees c': ) ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ 🗝Character Info 🗝Carrd 🗝 Tags 🗝 About ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ┊ ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ ┊ ┊ ┊ ✫ ┊ ┊ ︎✧ ┊ ┊ ✯ ┊ . ˚ ˚✩

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Character Info

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Ren A Sharlayan trained arcanist and Studium graduate with a deep love for Hydaelyn's history and languages and a very tepid interest in the politics and bureaucracy of her homeland. Currently living as an expatriate in Eorzea, working as an archivist sorting out her uncle's private library located in Ul'dah. Ren enjoys a strong cup of dirty chai, long walks at midnight, stimulating intellectual conversations, papercrafts, weaving, old jewelry, and finger sandwiches. She dislikes her mother, politics and people who bend the spine of books.

Oli A rather introverted, albeit well-traveled, herbalist and alchemist. A half-Hyur, originally from the South Shroud. Excellent with plants, with a sharp right hook when startled. Currently makes her living taking on odd alchemy jobs and running errands for her rich Sharlayan friends. Oli enjoys aromatic tea with a slice of Hannish lemon, sun showers, making perfume, talking to plants and baking pies with berries. She dislikes people who walk very slowly, jokes about her ears and impractical hats.

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#totw — thematic aesthetics for Ren and Oli #cargo — aesthetic inspiration for current writing I'm working on involving additional characters/RPs I'm involved in with others #asks and answers — OC asks and my answers, also some of the WoL/OC QotD posts by others that I've answered #tag game — piccrew memes, uquiz and other such tag related shenanigans

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About

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This blog is purely aesthetics for my original writing set in the XIV universe and occasionally some RP related stuff. It also reblogs content created by others in the community.

I go by Elu most of the time in online spaces. I am in my late-thirties, happily married to this ⋆˙⟡♡ rad dude ♡⟡⋆˙ and the proud co-owner of a menagerie of cats. This blog collects inspo material for my original writing about my OCs on the Crystal DC, plus where I post screenshots I take of them, and very occasionally I might post some original writing too (but not very often tbh c': )

I try to stay pretty relaxed in online spaces, but due to past experiences on the web, I like to maintain my privacy. I am WCIF friendly for pretty much all of my mods I use except for the ones I cobble together myself (e.g. Oli's tattoos which are obviously not available because they're my frankenstein creation and I am not a modder c': )

I am open to some forms of RP and more information about the kind of RP i participate in is available in the info section of my carrd linked above.

However, two things worth mentioning: 1. I don't do any RP here on my tumblr. 2. I only RP in-game at events and venues for the purpose of connecting and meeting new people (especially those who might like to RP with me outside of the game.) I don't participate in in-game RP regularly because I'm unable to commit to long term in-game plots of any kind due to my timezone. As I'm located outside of North America, I am only available to RP on my days off work (Mon/Tue) in-game.

My focus is long form RP and in depth plots centered around adventure, intrigue, combat and morally grey situations and outcomes, plus they include a healthy dose of lorebending! So, it is not often appropriate for a teen or general rated setting such as within the game itself, and due to the long form stye and a focus on continuity, it is rarely accommodating to walk up styles of RP outside of the sort of pre-established scenarios that events and venues provide.

The majority of my RP is conducted via gdocs both for the convenience it provides me in my weird timezone, and as I am rarely interested in pro-longed casual and slice of life style RP. While I am not averse to discord RP via group chat or DM, I do use my discord for work and so it's problematic for me... I got a new job where I don't have to use my Discord anymore and so am open to engaging in Discord RP via chat. I would prefer server-based RP for group related plots, but I am not currently aware of any discord servers dedicated to long form styles of RP. If you have a RP focused discord server where people actually do the roleplaying part and not just a hub for sharing advertisements for events and carrds, please feel free to drop me a link to it! I am always happy to use discord for the purposes of plotting and general conversation! I don't hand my handle out publicly, but if you would like to connect via Discord, please just shoot me a message or ask!

I ship my OCs with my husband's OCs so they're unavailable for romance-style RP.

I prefer not to interact with minors.

I do tend to curate my online spaces very closely. If things someone posts cause me anxiety I am likely to block that person. It's not meant to be an offense, but I value my mental health and time away from work-related stress. Tumblr, writing and casual RP are relaxing hobbies for me and I don't want them to turn stressful. So, if you have been blocked by me, for whatever reason, please don't try and circumvent it.

My tumblr also does this weird thing lately where it puts the "follow" button back on blogs I am already following and when I click it I actually unfollow that blog. It is really frustrating and I do try to remember to double check, but sometimes I press the button like a monkey so if we were moots and you can still see this post, it means you're not blocked and that probably is what happened, please just shoot me a message/ask and I will rectify that! (many apologies in advance if it's happened too!)

I really don't enjoy interacting with 'diskhorse' of any sort here, be it fandom, political, cultural, or any sort of subject that is causing heated debate amongst people. There may be times I make an exception to this and something related to human rights may be posted to this blog, but it will be very rare. Please don't assume my lack of engagement with these subjects means I am uninformed about them, or my lack of comment about X means I support Y. It simply causes me a lot of anxiety to engage with those discussions in an online setting and if I have made an exception it is because I have decided the issue being discussed is an issue I can contribute something of value to besides my personal opinion and deserves reach beyond my personal circles.

Lastly, if you're a bigot of any sort, we just can't be friends. I don't want to list the whole sordid table of bigotry here, but regardless of my dislike for online political discussions I very firmly believe in personal freedoms, personal autonomy and personal respect. I don't want to associate with people whose values are focused on impeding other peoples rights to those three things. I think that's just about everything that needs to be here for now!

#master post

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princesstillyenna · 2 years

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AAAAHHH! I love this update. Avs shenanigans with cup. Who are the next possible members?!

Also Cale not liking Suzuki! (I forgot about that until after I submitted my previous ask)

:D thanks nonnie. You can actually work out who the missing Nat Dev boys from the Nat Dev boys chat but I believe it's Yam Cork and Alex Turcotte

BUT that chapter was a bit awkward, because I started writing it thinking that it was going to be Bren Brisson... and then realised he'd NEVER APPEARED IN THE OG NAT DEV CHAT so it can't have been him. And then I felt bad about leaving bb briss out. So idk, maybe also bb briss? Who knows at this stage WHO EVEN KNOWS.

#group chat shit #gcu

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coffee-at-annies · 1 year

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which of these teams with hot starts (6 wins or more) do you honestly think are unsustainable and why? plus is there time for the penguins to turn it around still? apprently only 15% of the teams who are 4 pts out of a playoff spot by thanksgiving make the playoffs

I don’t pay attention to the standings or other teams. That’s too much hockey. I care about one team and one team only. I’ve got my teams-in-law but I could not tell you what the standings look like this early in the season.

In the spirit of your question, I have opened up the nhl app to look at the standings. Flyers are at five wins so they’re out of the running of your question. I don’t think they’ll be as dogshit as last year, start or no, but I think they have some of the most variance in the metro so it’ll be interesting to see if they heat up or cool down. TOR is at 4 wins they’ll heat up. Since they got Mathews they’re cursed to lose in the first round of the playoffs much to Steve Dangle’s eternal torment. At 7 wins, I’m not sure the Devils can keep it up. They’re very young. They’ve got the biggest potential to crash and burn. I don’t think the Rags have gotten any better from relying on their goalie to bail out their defense. If the league can figure out Igor or if he slips I think we’ll see them struggle. Tbh islanders are basically the same as rangers in my head cannot give you a read on them as a team plus we haven’t played them. Barzal is a cutie tho. Boston has its shit together currently but I haven’t checked in for an injury update and they may struggle if yesterdays injury was as bad as it looked. He’s the backup goalie but playoffs last year emphasized the importance of a healthy backup. Ppl keep saying the lightning will cool down and then they’ve made the scf three years in a row so idk. It’d be funny to have them miss the playoffs this year but idk what their offseason roster changes looked like. Buffalo and CBJ exist in the same place in my head where I get teams confused so like idk. I didn’t watch tonight so I can’t say if they’re cute or we’re shit.

Out west VGK is VGK. I doubt that’s sustainable but we’ll see. They’re one of the teams that was shenanigans with their LTIR iirc so whatever happens with that will effect things. I always think mcjesus is overrated but edm will probably continue being hot shit. Dallas at 6 wins and barely holding the lead in central feels right. Kings at 6 wins and in the wildcard feels right for the west but idk I wasn’t that impressed when they were in town. Avs are at 5 but they will probs heat up eventually. They don’t seem like the team to get cup fatigue even if they are hurting from free agency. Flames are at 5 wins and so are Wild so we’ll see how that shakes out. From my west coast moots they’re usually hot shit but who knows.

As for the thanksgiving thing, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. We could be one game from missing the playoffs and I’ll still be convinced we’re making it. I don’t care how terrible we look or how many points we’re behind, until you give me factual on paper proof that it’s not happening then I’m gonna be expecting playoff pens hockey. You cannot convince me otherwise.

I’m not much of an optimist but I’m not gonna panic. Yeah the losing streak sucks. Yeah blowing leads sucks. It’s November. There’s a lot of hockey left to play. We’re two points out of the wildcard spots, four points from the top of metro. Is it bad to lose in-conference games to teams like Boston or Buffalo? Yeah. I have faith however that whatever hole we find ourselves in we can dig ourselves out of it. Yeah sure McJesus is great but remember we have Sidney fucking Crosby as our captain. If you think he’s gonna let us miss the playoffs then you don’t know anything about the pens. They’ll figure it out. They’re a talented bunch.

#asks answered #anonymous #this is all vibes based opinions I don’t watch other teams or highlight reels #chit chat #there are two certainties in my sports teams #pens are making the playoffs and pirates are definitely not #I think last time the pirates made the playoffs it was early 10s and it’d been like 20 years or some shit #this will be my 7th season watching hockey #they look bad now but they’ve looked worse #at least the core is still together #I’m gonna enjoy watching them play and ignore all the doomspiraling #if this is the boys succumbing to age then I’m gonna watch them now and enjoy it while it lasts

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sleekervae · 3 years

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"So, what's it like?" Rose asked. Jade laid flat out on her bed, staring at the cracks and stains in the ceiling while her best friend was on the phone.

"It's cold," she said, "Even for post-summer in England, it's cold,"

"What do you mean by cold?" Rose asked again, "That don't make no sense,"

"It's just very isolating is all," Jade replied, "None of these cousins have even come over to say 'hi',"

She hummed from the other end in thought, "Well, perhaps they're waiting for you to come out of your room?" she inquired.

"That'd be fine," Jade said, "If they too weren't locked in their own rooms. Rose, the only sounds I hear are the odd car driving by or the birds in the trees. It's eery, there's no life here whatsoever,"

"They're a suburban family, s'pose. Suburbans do things differently," Rose said, "Remember my next door neighbour? The brownstone that always reeked of meat?"

"Rose, that whole neighbourhood smells of deli meat. You're round the corner from the artisan markets," Jade said.

"Don't matter," Rose said, "Fact is that we lived in a suburb and every single person in that bloody square-radius was whacked,"

Jade sighed, "I think I'd rather be in a Newcastle as oppose to this," she said.

"Well, what's this Auntie all about, then?" Rose asked, "You said she was rich?"

"That's the only cool thing about her," Jade mused, "She married into it. Think she's put out a pound for my mum's treatments? Think again, kid,"

"Perhaps taking you in is her way of chipping in?" Rose said, "You know, take the emotionally-distraught-teenager out of the equation?"

Jade rolled onto her side, staring glumly out the foggy window that overlooked the neighbourhood. It looked more like a still-life than a reality, with silent streets, strangled grass, nobody about on the streets. It was depressingly glum, a place that no emotional teenager could possibly withstand in her circumstances.

"As far as I'm concerned, I should be at home instead,"

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Right at seven-fifteen in the evening, Jade was refreshed and redressed, this time in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of comfortable jeans. Her long, thick brown hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, showing off her gorgeous, youthful face. The wonderful smell of roast meat and steamed vegetables filled her nose, and it suddenly dawned on Jade that she was starving. She hadn't eaten anything since she had left her house this morning. She had had a cup of coffee and a scone with her dad in a local cafe by the station, a little father-daughter time before she would have to chug off. It wasn't the most pleasant bonding time for Jade, she still had mixed feelings towards her father and his actions.

Aunt Joy looked to have her head in the oven, a cynically amusing concept to Jade as she entered the kitchen. It was twice the size of her kitchen back home, with jade marble counter tops, clean wooden cabinets, a big, beautiful stainless steel fridge, and a state-of-the-art oven and stove-top set. A few feet away was a grand dining table covered in a green and yellow patch table cloth. And in two of the seats were her younger cousins, Charlie and Noah. The boys were fraternal twins, both eleven years of age with dark bowl-cuts, pudgy and pasty faces, with a thick rimmed glasses sitting on both of their noses. They seemed to be fighting over who's turn it was to play with their video game console.

"Charlie, it's my turn!" Noah whined as he tried to make a grab for the gameboy, "Yeh said yeh'd let me play after yeh killed the dragon!"

"Yeah!" Charlie sneered back, "But now I 'ave to kill the mutant lava monster!" he exclaimed. Noah continued to whine at him and kept grabbing for the console. Soon afterwards, a little, wispy-haired boy came running into the kitchen, yelling for his life.

"AAH! Mummy!" the little boy ran and hide behind Aunt Joy. Jade watched with confusion as another boy, taller than she was, came running after the little boy. He had a gremlin mask on over his head, but the young boy wasn't old enough to understand. Alfie, he was. He couldn't have been older than seven or eight.

"Mummy! Oliver's tryna' eat me!" he yelled. The older boy, sixteen-year-old Oliver, ripped off the deformed, ugly mask and started to laugh.

"Oh, take a joke, Alf. I was only kiddin'," Oliver said to him. Aunt Joy refrained from rolling her eyes as she pulled the roast beef out of the of oven and set it on the stove top to cool.

"Boys, did you say hello to your cousin?" She asked in a diminutive sneer.

The shenanigans in the kitchen came to a sudden stop as they all turned around and focused on Jade. She suddenly felt as though she was being glared down by a pack of wild hyenas.

Oliver, being the oldest, made his move first as he slung an arm around his cousin, "Long time, no see, cuz,"

Out of all her cousins, Jade tended to gravitate towards Oliver most. Perhaps because he was older, perhaps because he was good looking? Jade would never have any romantic kindlings towards him, he was her cousin after all. Regardless, Jade could appreciate his high cheek bones, shaggy but combed back hair, and well-chiseled body. He was a top player on the school's lacrosse team after all.

Uncle Cosmo entered the dining room soon after and had the boys set the table for dinner. He kept calling for Flora to come down from her room.

"Flo! Yehr ma 'as dinner on!" He shouted down the hall.

Jade took a seat at the end of the table, unsure of what else to do as Oliver and and Charlie set the table. He had ripped the game boy away from them and placed it on the spice rack whets neither of them could reach. Flora eventually came down and took a seat on the opposing side to Jade, between Oliver and Alfie.

They all sat down and Aunt Joy placed the roast and veggies in the middle of the table. Noah sat to Jade's left and Uncle Cosmo to her right. They both suddenly grabbed her hands. She was confused until she saw the rest of the family join hands and she realised they were going to say Grace.

"Do yeh say Grace before dinner, Jade?" Charlie asked her, clearly sensing get unease.

Aunt Joy replied before Jade could even open her mouth, "No dear, your Aunty Ruth doesn't believe in God," she said.

"So... Do you not believe in God, Jade?" Charlie asked.

"Erm... not really," she replied.

"Why?" he asked, "Yeh're not afraid of Him?"

"Charlie!" Uncle Cosmo suddenly cut in, "It's none of the business wha' Jade believes in. Now 'old yeh brother's 'and,"

Jade let out a small sigh of relief. And with that, Aunt Joy proceeded to say Grace:

"Dear Lord, thank you for this food we are about to eat. We are grateful for your provision. We ask that you would bless this food and continue to guide our family along Your path. In the name of Your son Jesus, amen,"

"Amen," the whole table said. They all suddenly turned to Jade, who had stayed silent up until that point."

"... Oh. Erm -- a-amen,"

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Dinner passed as quietly and uncomfortable as possible for Jade. The younger boys kept asking her why she was here, why her mum was sick, why her parents separated. Uncle Cosmo and Aunt Joy steered the conversation away as much as they could, but even Aunt Joy made little attempt to ease Jade into her family. Oliver then went on to tell Jade about the school she would be attending with them -- Stocksbridge High School. Flora meanwhile stayed silent, occasionally throwing a dirty look Jade's way. She couldn't for the life of her understand what her problem was.

Jade helped the five children -- well, four, Flora chose not to help -- clean up afterwards, then they all separated into their own rooms. Jade was at a loss for what to do with herself, so she sat on the couch with Uncle Cosmo as he lit his pipe and watched the evening news.

"Yeh excited for school tomorrow, Jade?" He asked her. Jade nodded slowly, more focused on the puff piece the news channel was doing on a bird sanctuary in Ireland. She had hardly spoken a word all day, and Uncle Cosmo didn't take it lightly. He couldn't begin to imagine what heartbreak was being thrusted upon this young girl.

"Jade, how are yeh doing? Wif all of this?" He asked her. Jade shook her head and looked up at her uncle with those big, sad hazel eyes.

"I'm fine," she replied quietly.

Cosmo sat forward on the couch and looked down the hall, finding the door to the den closed with light flickering from under the door. His wife wouldn't be able to hear him, then.

"Listen, I won' lie to yeh and say 'I know wha' yeh're going through'. I will tell yeh 'owever tha' it will get better. Yehr mum is a lil' fighter, and she will pull through. If anything, she'll do it fer yeh. As fer yeh dad, 'e's gonna 'help yehr mum any way 'e can, yehr ma won' be alone,"

Jade blinked back the tears that were threatening to spill over and wiped her nose on her jumper sleeve, "Jason's in jail, Uncle Cosmo. Jack's living with... Her. And I'm up here. How is she not alone?" she said. One of her older brother, Jason, had been hauled into juvenile detention last year on a drug charge, while her younger brother, Jack, was living with their father's new girlfriend, Winona, for reasons Jade could not see as logical.

Uncle Cosmo shrugged back and sighed, "Well, yehr ma knows she ain't alone because she knows tha' 'er children are thinking of 'er. She don't want yeh to see 'er in her treatments because she don't want yeh to remember 'er like that. Yeh understand wha' I mean, dear?" he said. Jade, again, nodded as a snail's pace, still keeping her eyes trained on the television.

"Things are gonna be strange for the next lil' while, I know. But yeh 'ave us to lean on fer support," he assured her, "Yeh ain't gonna be alone, Jade,"

Jade forced herself to swallow the growing lump in her throat as well as her uncle's articulations. She wanted to believe him, but the homesickness she felt was too fresh in her mind to give in to the ease her uncle was offering. She quickly wiped away the tears that slid down her face before Cosmo could notice and she turned back to the television, not uttering a word for the rest of the evening.

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Morning came faster than Jade would have liked.

After a sleepless night of tossing and turning, Jade grimaced as a loud pounding thundered on her bedroom door.

"Wake up, Jade!" Noah called from the other end, "Mum says we 'ave to get readeh fer school!"

Oh yeah, school. As if she weren't having enough troubles.

Jade groaned and shoved the blankets off her frail body. The floor was cold against her feet and she shivered as a draft whipped across her skin. She did a little stretch and went to the suitcase she hadn't yet bothered to unpack. Unlike her school back home, Jade had to wear a uniform to Stocksbridge -- and ugly one at that, consisting of a button down shirt, a black skirt, and a scratchy grey jumper, and an ugly tie.

If her friends back home could see her now, they'd never let her live this down. Jade had gone to a school where if you dressed like you were on your way to a business meeting downtown, you'd be robbed of your lunch money and locked into the janitor's closet within a span of ten minutes. She missed those ugly, drab classroom walls and rusty lockers that would clatter as you would walk by.

Jade -- now dressed in her new uniform, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and comb her hair. However, as she tried to turn the bathroom knob, she found it was locked. A shrill voice hollered from the other end.

"Occupied!" Flora shouted with aggravation.

Jade was overcome with a sense of awkward being, unsure of just what to do. The only other bathroom in the house was her Aunt and Uncle's in their bedroom, and the powder room downstairs. Was it appropriate to brush her teeth in there? In this house especially?

"Erm -- i-it's me," Jade called, "Can I come in? I just wanna brush me teeth!"

There was a long, uncomfortable silence before Flora finally replied with an expected "No!"

Jade was beginning to get annoyed with her attitude, "I'll just be thirty seconds, I promise ya! I just really need the sink!"

She heard Flora groan back, "I'm using the sink! Use the loo downstairs!" she exclaimed. Jade bit on her bottom lip nervously, eyeing the corridor to the flight of grandiose stairs. Reluctantly, she took her toothbrush and toothpaste and skittered down the stairs, then headed right for the powder room. As if my a stroke of misfortune, Aunt Joy had spotted her from the kitchen as she was brewing a fresh pot of coffee, and she called after her.

"Jade, dear!" her voice slithered through the air with the grace of a snake, "I certainly hope you're not planning to use the powder room to brush your teeth!" she said, "It's unbecoming, you know,"

Jade refrained from rolling her eyes. It was the powder room, people use the powder room to freshen up. And she needed to freshen up for school so she wouldn't be mistaken for a zombie on her first day.

"Well... Flora refuses to get out of the bathroom... so what do I do?" she asked.

Joy sighed with exasperation, most likely at how petty and ridiculous her daughter was being. Or so Jade had hoped. But by the look on her face, Jade was weary that some of that exasperation may have been directed at her.

"Alright. You can use the powder room this morning. But I will have a talk with Flora," she said. Jade thanked her graciously and hopped into the powder room, feeling as though she had received an indirect warning from a prison warden as oppose to her 'loving' aunty.

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yukikorogashi · 3 years

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💞💖💘💕 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Positivity meme (No longer accepting)

Send 💞 and my muses will say something nice about your muse

AT THE MENTION OF HER SENSEI, the little one would LIGHT UP just as brightly as the midday sun itself. “Rohan sensei? Well...” Their FIRST MEETING together would have already been the BESTEST DAY IN HER LIFE. “It ain’t no secret dat he’s one-a da most talented, most amazing artist in da WHOLE WIDE WORLD! A-Ah didn’t even think ah’d have-a chance of meetin’ him, let alone talk ta him!” And yet... it was from that day when things got better. When DREAMS WOULD BECOME A REALITY, as the gifted mangaka took her under his wing, and offered her every bit of LOVE AND SUPPORT that she didn’t even think she deserved in the first place.

He wasn’t just her hero and art teacher, but would become the BIG BROTHER that she had only ever dreamed of having, “He’s just been so kind ta me... always helpin’ me out in any way he can ta when it comes ta mah art. An’ uhm gonna make him proud! Uhm gonna keep workin’ real hard ta be a mangaka jus’ lahk him! Oh y’all jus’ wait, ehehe!”

Send 💖 and my muses will say something nice about you, the mun

“Well, ah’ll be a flyin’ squirrel’s cousin, if it ain’t Kitty! ‘Ave a seat, ‘ave a seat!” Pulling up a chair for the GUEST OF HONOUR, Itsuki would then run off briefly. Before returning with several dishes that she had made just for the occasion, as well as two cups of freshly brewed tea, “Ah hope ya don’t mind! As sweet as SODA is, it’s a whole lot betta if ya wash dat all down wit’ some pipin’ hot tea!” And with that, the little one would take her seat from across them. Clasping her hands lightly together and giving a grateful “Itadakimasu!” before digging into her own food.

And in between a few busy munches, Itsuki would smile up to them. Hoping that they were enjoying the meal that she had prepared just for them. “SHE speaks da world of ya, y’know? Always gushin’ on ‘bout what a talented an’ hardworkin’ fella ya are! An’ jus’ how proud she is ta know ya an’ call ya her FRIEND! An’ oooohhhh! All demm cute critters ya got back at home! Yer a real kind soul fer watchin’ o’er an’ lovin’ all those darlins’! Ah sure wish ah could go and see em’ fer m’self, one day!” She would take another spoonful of rice then, “Ehehe, uhm jus’ so happy ah got ta finally meet wit’cha’s m’self! It’s a real honor, yup, yup! ... Thank ya fer bein’ such a great friend, Kitty-san.”

Send 💘 and the mun will say something nice about your muse

Hehe, well hello, hello, MR VOGUE! It’s about time we had some coffee together, huh? And lookit you, looking as SPIFFY as always-- pft! But no seriously, I am absolutely JELLY over how you can just make any outfit look like it was tailored just for you! Just how good you make everything look on you! And so it means a lot that your FABULOUS SELF likes my makeup and wardrobe! Also, where can I get those headbands? Because I always thought that they are the cutest! I would totally love to try one on myself, one of these days! If, you don’t mind that is. I know it’s kind of one of your signature accessories, after all, but pretty please~? You got them in several colours too! But your green one is totally my fave!

Also, I just wanna say... thank you. Because you’re just such a sweetheart, okay? You are clearly so busy with your work as a mangaka, but that also never stops you from being there for your friends and from giving back to the community itself. And I’m just so SO GRATEFUL that you are there to look out for my little snow child. And just what an absolutely POSITIVE INFLUENCE you have been on her, since you two met! And of course, that’s not all. You have honestly just been a DEAR to all of my other muses too! Like, I know Josuke doesn’t want to say it, but I know he appreciates having a big brother figure in his life as well!

And of course... you know your BIG SISTER REIMI is too, and will always be proud of you... and will always want the best for you, Rohan. She really misses you, you know. And one of the few things she truly regrets in life is the fact that... she couldn’t be there with you. When you worked so hard to be the amazing artist that you are today. But you know what? She just wants you to be happy, Rohan, as do all of my other muses. And I hope you will continue to pursue the happiness you deserve in life.

Send 💕 and the mun will say something nice about you, the mun

Aaaaaa my darling Kittyyyy, please forgive me for being such a broken record. But you know just how much I adore you and just how highly I think of you. I will be forever proud to call you my friend, and am so grateful that you offered your HAND OF FRIENDSHIP to me that very day! Like oh my goodness, I also appreciated Snii recommending me to you, but ahhhhh... I-I was actually so nervous and shy too when we first started talking (Heck, I was this way with Snii too. But it’s like... omgosh, these two are so flipping talented, so please, don’t screw up your one chance to talk to them!)? So oh gosh, I was just so happy when we hit it off as well as we did! How you literally welcomed me with OPEN ARMS, as we started talking about how Itsuki and Rohan were going to interact, and what relationship they would have (Which to this very day continues to ofc be one of my most FAVOURITE RELATIONSHIPS that Itsuki got to be blessed with).

And it will always warm my heart to see what a FANTASTIC FRIEND you are to not just me, but to your other friends, especially when it comes to Snii. The INFINITE AMOUNT OF LOVE AND SUPPORT you give just awes me, truth me told. Like good lord, that love you radiate for your friends is just... incredible, okay? And when I see you two are up to your shenanigans on the dash, I am always here chuckling. I am always so happy to see you two have so much fun together, and what INCREDIBLE CHEMISTRY you two have together, especially when it comes to your ship! I’m just... aaaaaaa, you are the absolute sweetest, truly. And we are all just so lucky to have a pal like you in our lives, Kitty. MUACK! I will always be cheering you on from my end, okay? You best remember to treat yourself too, you hardworker you! DOUBLE MUACK!

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peacefulwriter88 · 4 years

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One Man Show

A Gemini Flanagan One Shot

Nick “Gemini” Flangan x Reader

Warnings: Angst (fun banter), sexual innuedos, stripping, nothing crazy

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You didn’t want to be here.

The townhome that you and your roommate had decided to crash for what you thought was going to be drinks with a few close friends had turned into a full blown house party and it was burning up. You automatically regret wearing the leather clad leggings you had squirmed your ass into, the low and loose v-neck white lace and silk tank top that you had paired with heels. It was hot as hell with all the extra body heat and it causes sweat beads to build up across your arm and roll down into the intimate crevices of your body.

Your best friend Gen was pushing her way through the crowded room, two red solo cups she had picked up the minute you had both walked in still full and balanced as you both elbowed your way out to the balcony.

There are less people out here, practically abandoned and it allows you both to drink in the scenery of your small college town. Chris and his roommate lived on the third floor of the townhome complex, which provided a great view of the busy street below them, of the night stars and other shenanigans that happened on a college campus.

“Geezus I thought Beck was throwing a ‘small, intimate affair’” you breathe out, grabbing your cup of ale and taking a large sip out of it. Gen shakes her head as she takes a large gulp of her beer.

“You know Beck. He tells one person, who tells another, who tells another ....”

You roll your eyes. Gen and your childhood best friend Chris Beck had discovered their male and female attraction towards each other and the whole exchange had become them ickily defending the other.

“Right. Despite his annoying sense of inviting everyone to everything all the got damn time.”

“You’re just jealous.” Gen teases, taking a sip of her drink and you roll your eyes.

“Puhlease. Of you and Beck? I’d sooner get blasted into space then be the envy of his affections.”

Gen starts to say something before she pauses and she turns out towards College Ave, taking one last sip before letting out, “Speaking of affections- you’re little fuck friend spotted you.”

Your eyes snap out through the glass balcony doors, surveying the group of co-eds who were dancing in the jammed space of the apartment. It doesn’t take long for you to find the lean frame of Nick Flanigan.

Nick was the kind of guy who felt like an enigma because of his boy next door personality that mingled deeply with a bro like deposition. It couldn’t be helped - not with his genetics. He had a tall frame that was lean and muscular that you knew up close and personal - ocean blue eyes that were kind and playful and paired with dark, sandy hair it was easy to pick him out from the crowded room.

He was also one of the kindest people you knew. Despite being known for his playboy tendencies (he was hyper focused on his education but was a notorious flirt) he was kind to every girl he hooked up with; the kind of guy who listened to girls cry to him drunkenly at 3 am and gave nothing but comfort & apologies.

Which is why you didn’t believe Gen or Chris that Nick had a big, fat crush on you that was amplified after hooking up drunk three weeks ago.

It was also the same reason why you had avoided him during that time.

Except you couldn’t avoid his eyes as they duplicated yours in surveying the room and drinking in the crowd, half bored - half amused.

When they land on yours he pauses, a small smile forming on his plump lips as he raises his drink and waves.

You try to fight the urge to wave back but you feel your stupid fucking hand lifting, giving a semi similar awkward wave back.

“You talk to him since you randomly hooked up a few weeks back.” Gen has turned around, taking another large sip of her beer and smirking as she watches the exchange and you shake your head as you turn away, moving to the balcony rails and looking out into the distance. It was a warm spring night, the kind where young college shenanigans brewed deep in the night.

“Nooooooppppppeee.” you pop the p, loud and clear and Gen giggles into her cup as she murmurs,

“Well pony up because your dude is coming our way.”

You snap your head around, drinking in the way Nick awkwardly dances through the crowd with two large solo cups in hand. Chris, his roommate and good friend notices the shift in Nick’s deposition as he tries to quickly cross the room and he smiles to himself, shaking his head.

To be a prisoner to love was to be a prisoner to self.

He had been stuck hearing his roommate bitch and moan about you for three weeks - how could one guy who had literally been voted the hottest guy on campus who had every girl falling at his feet be such a pussy willow when it came to one of his closest childhood friends?

He’d never know and he blamed it all on the imputable equation that was the heart.

Nick makes its there in expert time, a smug smile on his face as he crosses the threshold, slightly out of breath,

“Hey Y/N. When did you get here?”

You shrug, tipping back the rest of your drink and shrugging,

“Just a few minutes ago.”

“Ah. Glad you could make it…..and sorry it's turned into this huge thing. Chris really wanted it to be small but you know how it goes when your the party guy on campus - one person finds out and it all goes up in flames.” he hands over the extra red solo cup to you and you take it graciously, surprised to find that instead of the cheap ale that you had just been sipping on its filled with Corona.

“It's from my special stash.” he winks at you and Gen punches his arm, shaking her head,

“What am I - chopped liver? Hello Nicholas.”

Nick rolls his eyes but still smiles down at Gen as he leans over and gives her a quick squeeze, eyes flitting back to you,

“Hey Gen. How are you?”

“Great. Wish you’d bought me a beer like you did my roomie.”

You roll your eyes, Gen was always fishing for attention if it wasn’t given to her and you lift the red solo cup,

“Thanks for this. Might’ve ditched if I would've been forced to drink more keystone.”

“You are such a debbie downer.”

You all shift your eyes to the door that Chris is leaning and smiling ruefully against.

“You invite the whole damn campus Beck?” Gen walks toward him, not ashamed to place a kiss on his lips. Despite knowing their attraction to each other you still couldn’t move past it…...you still didn’t understand how one idiot could handle being with another idiot.

Love - the quadratic equation that had no founding answer.

“Nooooooo I invited twenty people and they invited people who invited people. I can’t help it that I’m popular.”

You roll your eyes as you lean on the balcony and Chris moves past Gen, bringing out the blunt that he had been working on inside and lifting it, the same rue smile on his lips,

“Want to share?”

“Gawd Beck really? Already?” Nick chuckles lowly, shifting next to you.

Nick wasn’t necessarily against puffing up, but when he was trying to impress the girl he had a crush on getting high and making a fool of himself was at the bottom of his list.

“C’mon don’t be a downer.” Chris says, pulling out a lighter and moving towards where you stand, Gen hot on his heels.

“We would love to get high Beck. You always have the best weed.” Gen is eager, falls easily into his side as he wraps an arm around her hips, dragging her closer as he takes a deep drag of the joint. He releases it in the air, falling easily into Gen’s side.

“Agreed. It's been a helluva week.” you snatch the weed from Chris hands, taking a deep puff and allowing the smoke to fill your lungs.

“How come?” you had forgotten about Nick, about how close he had been standing next to you as he laces his hand through yours as he takes the joint from your fingers.

“Lots of fucking quizzes and fucking biochemistry.” you mutter and Chris laughs, his eyes averting to the loud yelling coming from inside.

“Aww shit, someone found the beer pong table.” He mutters and Gens eyes light up.

“Oooo, lets gooo.” Gen pulls away from Chris, attention already averted and Chris sighs because he already foresees the night he is going to have.

“Guess we’re going in. You kids care to join?”

You roll your eyes - Chris could be so fucking annoying sometimes - and you shake your head as you flicker your eyes over at Nick.

“No, that's a hard pass for me.”

Chris looks over at Nick, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah - me too.”

“All right…” Chris says, shutting the balcony doors and leaving the two of you alone.

You both drink in the silence of the night; of cars driving by and the other patrons on the street laughing as they allow the semi early night to set in for themselves. It was darker out here, minus the small balcony light and it made you feel safe standing alongside nick.

“.....you wanna get away from all of this?”

The thought comes from Nick as he leans on the rail like you had earlier, his eyes focused ahead. You watch him thoughtfully, how his trained eyes glimmer a dark indigo in this light, half hooded from the cannabis and you bite your lip, looking back at the party.

The only real reason you had come was for him - he was sure to know that as much as you did even though parts of you kept denying it and you nod as you take one last drag of the joint.

Chris Beck could be annoying as fuck but he did roll the best joints.

“Yeah,” you huff out into the cool spring air. “Yeah I do.”

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The escape comes in the form of Nick’s room. You hadn’t ever been inside the four walls - he had hooked up at your place and done the walk of shame the next morning so you’re both equal parts intrigued and anxious to be caged in a room with him.

Nick locks the door behind him - he had really hoped that he could get you to go somewhere else alone but he also knew that it was a miracle you had showed up at the party in the first place. You had done an effective three weeks of avoiding him - he had to give you that - and he wanted to bank on any time he could get with you one on one.

He watches as you walk around the room, drinking in the space. The walls were framed with professional photos of space engines and ships - you knew he wanted to become an engineer for NASA but you didn’t take him seriously, not with his jock like demeanor - a poster of a British theatrical production of Othello, another one of Apollo 13.

He has pictures of his family - there is one in particular with him and what looks like another brother and sister all smiling goofily into the camera from Disneyworld that makes you smile to yourself. There are more pictures of him with family, friends and you smile as you turn to him as he looks at you from the safety of his bed.

“You’re room…..isn’t what I was expecting.”

“What were you expecting? He asks and you shrug as you turn back at his desk, neat and organized - a tall bookshelf full of both school books and those of pleasure. You capture a few fantasy books and make a mental note to ask him about that as you answer,

“I don't know. Pictures of hot girls and a bong and just a big mess I guess.”

You move over toward his stereo - correction record player and start shifting through his vinyl. Yeah - definitely not what you were expecting. Between the Red Hot Chili Peppers and 2Pac albums he also had Phantogram and Lana del Rey and a fresh vinyl of Ginune’s Pony was currently in the player.

Did you ever know who Nick was?

“I hate messes. Makes me anxious.” he says, moving off his bed to open a window. He still has the joint, finds a lighter off his desk and lights it - takes a deep drag. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous - perhaps because he wanted more than just a one night stand. Perhaps because he couldn’t get you out of his head for weeks - wanted to get to know more of you - and he didn't know what to make of that.

Nick was known for not settling.

With you, though, he felt butterflies.

“Oh. my. God.” your voice is low and incredulous - its sexy - and he turns around in time to see you pulling out the 4x6 he had sworn to himself was hidden under piles of books.

Instead, a nice thick stack was staring at him. On the card was him, in boxers dragged real low, an exposed torso as he looks seductively into the camera lens. At the bottom of the card read “Gemini Flanigan”.

You pick up the card, eyebrows raised as you ask,

“Gemini Flanigan?”

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck - this was the last thing he wanted to explain tonight. But here he was in a pickle because he couldn’t deny that it was him - couldn’t deny that it was his eyes staring back at him and he shakes his head.

What does one say when the girl they like finds their deepest secret - that only their roommate knew about.

“Geminin Flanigan to join our Magic Hour lineup, exclusively this Saturday ……” your voice fades as you clear your throat. He knows what you’re going to ask next so he blurts it out,

“I’m a male dancer. It's my job….you know…..helps pay for things.”

“You’re a male dancer?” you repeat and he nods, grabbing the cards - and stacks - and ditching them into a drawer in his desk.

“Yeah. I…...well like I dance for ladies. Usually old cougars who tip well on the weekends. It's a good gig - I make good money and it helps to pay off my tuition, other bills. Helps my parents out you know - they couldn't afford to send me to college. I have three other siblings…..” he’s rambling, he knows, but he can’t help it - he’s so fucking embarassed.

How, how did he mistake where those fucking cards were.

He’s so distracted he misses the way that you walk up to him, placing a tender hand on his lips as you whisper,

“Hey, it's okay. I get it. We all are trying to make it.”

He looks down at you, looks down at the way your hand has softly rested on his left pectoral, the other still lightly pressing on his lips and you clear your throat, pull away as you walk toward the bed. You bite your lip, dip your head to the side as you whisper,

“But I require a small fee if you expect me not to share your dirty little secret.”

Nick takes a deep breath swallowing as he watches you cross your legs, right eyebrow raised in expectancy.

Somehow he knew this small fee would be nothing but.

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You don’t know how you get yourself into these messes. You don’t even understand why you boldly whispered out the words but they had slipped out

‘I won’t tell your dirty little secret if you give me a show. Tell me - what does Geminin Flanigan have in store for his 40 year old ladies.’

Perhaps it was because you didn’t know when to shut up. Or perhaps the universe hated you.

Yeah that was it. The universe was getting back to you.

You didn’t care. In fact, you were grateful for the universe. And for Chris Beck. Stupid Chris Beck has finally come through to make up for all of the bullshit he’s put you through.

Nick “Gemini” Flanagan, your best friends roommate and the keeper of your heart had two pairs of jean clad thighs on each side of your body, his six packed torso disguised by a wife beater he had right in your face as his hands planted themselves on each side of your body.

You try to focus on your senses - on the way the smell of his cologne tickled your nostrils - ignited with the crisp smell of bergamot and musk, basil and something clean that caused your skin to outbreak in goosebumps.

He’s watching you with the same intense look he had weeks ago - ocean blue eyes blown now to a dangerous shade of indigo just on the precipice of black in the small light as his legs widen, his hands gripping your sides. He slides lower until his face is between your legs and he widens them, causing you to gasp suddenly before he takes a large sniff before pulling away from you.

He’s moving faster now, controlled and rhythmic and you’re bought into the spell - when did Nick know how to dance? - before he’s doing an acrobatic black flip in the tight space perfectly falling on top of your crotch, causing your laughter to mingle with the sounds of R&B from the 90’s vinyl record he had put on, a sharp contrast to the house music that was playing right outside your door.

He grinds into your center, you try not to focus on how his erection bites into - the taut muscles of his ass that was dancing before your eyes before he moves up onto your lap with a final two grinds.

He kicks off you easily, turning and giving you dark, sultry eyes as he takes off the remains of his shirt, throwing it over his head walking to you slowly.

Sleuthly.

Panther like.

Before you can blink he’s grabbed your hips and you fall forward as he falls backwards perfectly, your hips falling perfectly on top of his manhood and he grinds hard into you before he's rolling you onto your stomach, his hands coming around your neck as he moves his hips rhythmically into your ass and you can’t help the groan that escapes on a particular thrust.

He smacks your ass as he pulls you back - at this point you’ve just embraced the knowledge that you are going to be a ragdoll in this man’s arms.

Never too old to experience firsts.

He's pulled you both into his lap where he takes slow thrusts, his hands finding your breast and kneading them slowly, causing your head to fall back onto his shoulder, an unabashed groan escaping as his hips continue to slowly thrust into your back side. Your leather clad legs are soaked, the silk white shirt sweated through at this point as his lips find your pulse point and whisper,

“That's premium material I just gave you…..how do you expect to pay me back?”

Nick Flanagan - the guy who was built like a Hollywood model being dominate was not what you were used to. You were used to shy, humble Nick who could barely look in your eye despite his playboy reputation, a small blush always hitting his cheeks and you moan as you grind into him, turning your head.

“I can think of some ways.”

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agentdagonet · 4 years

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HP cross? Eggsy is a wizard living in the Muggle world. Harry his lover, is a squib who was raised muggle and has no idea. Eggsy is invited to meet Harry’s family and recognizes Lord Hart, and is recognized in return (I dunno why, maybe Eggsy went to school with Potter?) Harry can’t figure out why his brother who was so stiff about his relationship now loves Eggsy (because he’s not a muggle)

Okay, I hope you enjoyed this- I certainly enjoyed writing it. I’ve made it a bit more compatible with the rest of my Vaguely Magical verse. I’ll make a timeline eventually. But. Yeah. Hope you like it!

Eggsy had never thought that his Harry was related to those Harts. How could he be, when he was so obviously Muggle? The Harts weren’t the sort to have lined up with Voldemort, or Grindelwald before him, and any other similarity could be chalked up to fluke genetics. He’d met plenty of people who looked enough like himself for it to be eerie, it happened, so any similarity to Lord Hart of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Hart was happenstance and nothing more.

Eggsy should have remembered that even the Weasley’s had squib relatives that they didn’t talk about- and they were as Light as they come. Maybe then his fireplace exploding in green flames wouldn’t have been so startling.

‘Oi! It’s polite to send an owl b’fore showin’ up uninvited!’ Eggsy’s mouth had run away from him before the flames had died down and the soot was cleared, and as soon as it was he wanted to shove his fist in his mouth as surely as his foot had been.

Cygnus Hart was an old friend of Eggsy’s from Hogwarts, someone he’d lost touch with when he’d decided to settle on the muggle end and had actually missed. So it wasn’t an unpleasant surprise, just an incredibly unexpected one. But his presence here meant one of two thing: either the postman had brought his invitation to dinner to the wrong Hart household, or he was incredibly mistaken about Harry’s being a muggle.

‘Well, for a moment there I was sure I’d been hallucinating, but there’s no one else quite like you, Eggsy, is there?’ From anyone else it would have been an insult, but from Cygnus it was saturated in the same kind of dry amusement he loved Harry for. He’d aged well since they’d last seen each other at the Quidditch World Cup nearly ten years beforehand, eyes still bright and more laugh lines than crows feet, and Eggsy couldn’t help but laugh.

‘The world don’ need more than one of me to be full, mate.’

‘True enough. Now, to business,’ Cygnus transfigured a book into a chair, elegant but not obscene, and sat seriously across from Eggsy at his desk. ‘Did you know?’

‘Know what?’ Eggsy took a moment to pour them both a drink, smirking to himself that there were some things that were universal, like an appreciation for good liquor. Or, at lest, liquor that didn’t taste like shite.

‘That Harry’s my uncle?’ Eggsy spat his first sip out as soon as it had hit his tongue. Like the first time he’d tried firewhisky, shocking and wholly unpleasant.

‘Well, that answers that question.’ Cygnus wiped his face with a grin and no small amount of amusement on his face. ‘So I can truthfully tell my father that this isn’t come ploy by house Unwin to get into the Wizengamot or whatever nonsense he’s cooked up today.’

‘Yeah, that’d be safe, seein’ as I had no idea you was even related until now.’

‘Was I that forgettable? Truly?’ There was a wry twist to his lips, and a waggle to his brow that seems out of place with the setting at hand, but Eggsy laughs anyway.

‘Oh, you’re unforgettable, but it don’t take a genius to know that Harry ain’t got magic. The fuck was I supposed to think but there was just more Harts than you lot?’ Eggsy made his way around the desk and summoned a chair with a wave of his hand, a luxury he rarely afforded himself. As much as he loved the muggle world, loved Kingsman, he missed casual magic most days. ‘So you can go an’ tell dear old dad that Eggsy’s back.’

‘He’ll be thrilled.’ There’s no sarcasm, no cocky grin, and Eggsy’s laughter falls from his face. Of all things, the approval of Astraetus Hart was the last thing he thought he’d have. Eggsy’d been a cheeky git as a kid, and sharing a dorm with Cygnus had done nothing to curb his enthusiasm for life- in fact, he’d actually just drawn him into his shenanigans- and the last he’d heard that wasn’t a thing for the heir of such a family to be doing.

‘What?’

‘Well,’ Cygnus spins his tumbler on a finger the way only a wizard can before taking a sip, ‘turns out, dad’s been tryin’ to find a way to bring Harry back into the family since his dad sent him away and this is the easiest excuse he’s got.’ Cygnus brandishes the invitation to dinner like a victory flag.

‘You’ve given father the means to, without incurring the wrath of his peers, gain the brother he should have always had. And that means you don’t have to hide, anymore.’

‘Bold of you to assume I’ve been hidin’ anything.’

‘The fuck does that mean?’

‘Guess you’ll ‘ave t’come to dinner, then.’

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‘I’d say it’s a pleasure to meet you, but then we’d both be lyin’.’ Eggsy smirked from where he leant obnoxiously against Harry’s side, martini glass in hand, and Cygnus slapped a hand to his face. Astraetus didn’t quite know what to do with himself.

‘Are you the man who’s been making the most disastrous excuses to avoid meeting me my entire life via letters that mysteriously appeared in my post box with no marks whatsoever?’ Harry said blandly, stealing a sip from Eggsy’s glass, ‘Or perhaps the person with the issue with my falling for a man far younger than myself and tried to convince me to think otherwise also via mysteriously unmarked post?’

‘Well, Hedylogos,’ Harry choked, ‘even if I was, I think I’d be backtracking quite quickly.’

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purrincess-chat · 7 years

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Crackmas 6.2

So, here is the actual Day 6 for Crackmas! I didn’t post one yesterday, so today you get two! This one is rated T just for strong language, but I hope you all enjoy some wisdom teeth shenanigans and a partial reveal. Aka Marinette.exe has stopped working.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 6.1

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In hind sight, when Alya convinced her to volunteer to deliver Adrien his homework for the day since he had his wisdom teeth out, she expected it to be a quick visit. She didn’t expect Nathalie to leave a very drugged and delusional boy in her hands while she went to fill his prescriptions, and in her defense, for most people it would have proved a very simple task. Just watch him and make sure he didn’t fall down the stairs or something in his anesthesia-induced haze. But Marinette was beginning to realize that she wasn’t most people, and life had a way of shaking things up just for her. So as Chat Noir raced them through the city on a manhunt for Hawkmoth, she slowly accepted that her life would never truly be normal, but she supposed she should start from the beginning.

It all started when she rang the bell outside Adrien’s giant fortress of a house, and Nathalie answered. She expected a similar situation to the one encountered on his birthday, stick it in the mail box and leave, but to her surprise, Nathalie requested a favor and opened the gates. Cautiously, she approached the front door where Gabriel’s trusty assistant was waiting for her.

“I hate to ask this of you, but can you watch Adrien for a little while? I have to run to the store and pick up his prescriptions. He should just be sleeping, but if he wakes up, just put an ice pack on his face and make sure he doesn’t do anything,” She explained in a rush.

“Uh, okay?” Marinette nodded, and Nathalie seemed relieved as she unlocked the car parked in the lot and waved her inside.

“I’ll be back in an hour.”

An hour. What could go wrong in an hour?

Marinette felt a giddy grin creeping over her face as she climbed the stairs up to Adrien’s room. An hour alone with Adrien! Of course he would probably be sleeping the whole time, but she could admire his unconscious face. She bet he looked like an angel. Although she didn’t expect a response, she knocked a couple of times on the door before pushing it open and peering inside.

“Adrien?” She called, tiptoeing in.

She spotted a blond mop of hair on the bed, a small smile curling on her lips as she crept closer. His cheeks were a little swollen from the gauze shoved in them, but he was still the most handsome human on the face of the planet. Not even intensive oral surgery could make him look bad. Maybe he wasn’t human. She often described him as more god-like with how unnaturally pretty he was, and if she was being honest, she kind of hated him a little for it. In an envious and admiring way though.

Adrien shuffled a little and hugged his pillow tighter, and Marinette pressed a hand to her lips to stifle a giggle. It was probably weird, now that she thought about it, to watch someone sleeping, but she couldn’t pull her eyes away from him. She longed to reach out and touch that silky smooth hair of his, but she feared that doing so would wake him. And she really didn’t want to explain why she was creepily looming over him while he slept, let alone why she was stroking his hair. Then again…He was pretty heavily medicated, so maybe just a quick touch…

Hesitantly, she reached a hand out and brushed his bangs back from his face, daring to caress his cheek with the back of her finger. His skin was smooth and perfect and warm against her touch, and she could feel his breath tickling her flesh as he slumbered. But in an instant his eyes flew open, and she jerked back with a shriek.

“I’m so sorry! I was just – uh, Nathalie had to go to the store, and um, I wasn’t trying to-” She fumbled as Adrien shot forward and blinked at her a few times in confusion. His eyes widened, and he leaned forward to cup her cheeks in his hands, squishing them together with a pensive frown. “Adrien?”

“I nee ‘or ‘elp,” He mumbled around his gauze.

“Wha- Okay! What do you need? Water, ice, more gauze, soup, a loving girlfriend?” She listed, but he shook his head.

“No!” He snapped. “I nee your elp!”

“What can I do? What do you want? I’ll do anything!” She said, and he glanced around as if there could be anyone else in the room to over hear what he was about to tell her.

“I ‘aw Haw-moh,” He whispered.

“You what?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and Adrien rolled his eyes and leaned in closer.

“I s-aw Hawkmof!” He enunciated, albeit poorly, and Marinette pressed her lips together in a firm line.

“Oh yeah?” She said in amusement, pushing him back down gently. “What was he like?”

“Big,” Adrien said. “Scary.”

“I bet he was,” Marinette nodded in understanding. “Nathalie told me to put this ice pack on your face if you woke up. It’ll help the swelling, and your anesthesia should be wearing off soon, so just lay down and-”

“We ave t’ sto im, La-ybu,” He insisted, and Marinette shushed him.

“Uh-huh. You rest, and I’ll get right on that,” She patted his chest with a smile then turned to reach for the ice pack on his desk.

“Pla’ clawsss ou!” He punched the air clumsily, but it was enough to activate his ring.

“What the fuck?!” Marinette screeched as green light washed over the boy in the bed, replacing him with an all-too-familiar black-clad superhero. His eyes narrowed in on her.

“We have to go immediately, Ladybug,” He said, clutching her shoulders as she stared at him in shock.

“Holy shit this cannot be happening. You can’t be, no, no way!” She shook her head to clear it.

“Come with me,” He ordered. “I can’t defeat him without you, m’lady.”

“Okay, no. Adr-Chat-fuck! There is no Hawkmoth. You are on some seriously good medicine, and no, don’t pick me up!” She swore as he jumped out of bed and scooped her up over his shoulder.

“There’s no time. We have to hurry!” He said, reaching for his staff and leaping from the window as Marinette clung to him for dear life. Should she transform? What if Adrien remembered all this later? She couldn’t reveal her identity! Though the thought of falling from this height as a civilian made the option all the more tempting. It was just the drugs making him think she was Ladybug, and she wasn’t about to prove him right.

Nathalie was going to kill her. How the hell was she going to explain this? If she didn’t find a way to get Adrien back home soon then she’d get charged with kidnapping and thrown in prison, and when Adrien finally comes out of his haze, he won’t remember any of this, and she’ll forever be known as the person who abducted helpless Adrien Agreste after he got his wisdom teeth out. She needed a plan.

“Hey, uh, I think I saw Hawkmoth over there,” She said, pointing back in the direction they came from.

“He’s this way,” He said with a surety, and Marinette groaned a little as he continued to race across rooftops.

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I saw him over ther-”

“Shh!” He skidded to a stop and dropped into a crouch, setting her down and clamping a hand over her mouth. His eyes narrowed into a glare on a billboard across the way featuring an advertisement for the new insect exhibit at the museum. A bright blue butterfly took center stage on the image, and Chat was glaring daggers at it. “There he is.”

“Yeeeeah, let’s go get him,” Marinette said with a slight nod, and before she could stop him, Chat stood up and sprang across the gap with one hand raised.

“Cataclysm!” He called, raking his claws down the sign and turning it to a pile of ash. Marinette face palmed as he stood among the remnants with a triumphant beam. “I did it, m’lady!”

“Yep, you sure did, Chat. Now, let’s go home,” She called, gesticulating back in the direction they came from as Chat drunkenly hopped back over to her. He stumbled a little, falling into her arms, though he was a bit too heavy for her to hold up, so they crashed onto the roof where Chat gazed up at her giddily.

“Can I have a kiss?” He requested.

“Excuse me?”

“I beat Hawkmoth. You should kiss me,” He said matter-of-factly.

“Uh, maybe later,” She winced, as a tiny bit of blood trickled down his face. “You should get home.”

“Wait!” He whined, reaching a hand up to awkwardly touch her face. “I wanna tell you something.”

“What is it?” She asked, nervously glancing at the time. Nathalie would be home soon.

“I wanna tell you who I really am,” He said, brushing her cheek.

“Uhhh, go for it,” Marinette encouraged, and he closed his eyes as his last pad faded and reverted him back to normal.

“I’m Adrien Agreste,” He said with a hazy grin.

“Whaaat?” Marinette gasped overdramatically. “Chat, that’s amazing!”

“Mmmhmm,” His eyelids drooped a little, and his hand flopped back to his side. “I love you, Ladybug.”

She felt her face turn three shades of red as his eyes rolled back into his head, and he passed out in her arms. Adrien was in love with Ladybug. But Adrien was also Chat Noir. She pursed her lips in thought then shook herself. There was no time to think about it. She had to get Adrien home. Fast.

“Tikki, spots on!”

When Nathalie arrived back home, Marinette sat casually in Adrien’s computer chair, anxiously twiddling her thumbs. Adrien was sprawled out in bed snoring, not a single hair out of place, and there was no evidence to suggest that they’d ever left the house.

“I’m back!” Nathalie announced, peaking into the room. “Thank you for doing this. I know it probably wasn’t very exciting.”

“No, no, it was…fine,” Marinette cast a sidelong glance at Adrien then flicked her gaze back to Nathalie with a smile. “I’m happy to help, and nothing interesting at all happened. He just slept the whole time.”

“Good,” Nathalie relaxed a little. “And thank you again for delivering his homework.”

“Mmhmm,” Marinette nodded before casually strolling back down the stairs and out the door. She wore a poker face all the way back to her house and up to her room before she calmly picked up a pillow and pressed it over her face.

“AdrienisChatNoirholyfuckingfuckfuckfuck!”

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