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verai-marcel · 3 years

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Forever and Always (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader)

Summary: You reminisce about your life and have a sweet moment with your family.

Author’s Notes: I was listening to a podcast about wedding dress design and got inspired.

Tags: pure fluff, Arthur x F!Reader

Word Count: 1644

AO3 Link is right here, darlin’.

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Twenty-five years.

A quarter of a century.

Funny how time flies, and all of a sudden you're nearly fifty years old. Looking back, you can see the crazy turn of events in your life like some kind of movie, detached and yet feeling every single emotion as if you were there in that moment.

***

Fresh out of college, you remembered the night you found your partner sleeping with your roommate. The white hot rage and cold grip of disbelief sent you fleeing into the rain, into the streets, into a bar in the middle of the night. As you meandered between sadness and anger, a bartender had given you a cold glass of orange juice, soda water, and a bit of ice, with a shot of grenadine.

"Here ya go, sweetheart. On the house."

You had looked up and drowned in eyes the color of volcanic springs, finding the same warmth and comfort in his kind gaze. Taking a cautious sip of the drink, you found it to be the perfect drink, not too sweet, and took your time savoring it.

"What brings you here tonight?" he had asked.

After a moment of silence, he held up his hand. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."

He leaned in close. "But I'm happy to listen, whenever yer ready."

His sweet smile undid you, and you poured out your heart. He seemed to nod along with your story, as a stranger would, but there was a steadily growing fire in his eyes. After a while, after a few interruptions from other customers ordering drinks, you had finished venting, nursing the last of your drink and debating what your next move should be.

"Alright folks, last call!" the bartender shouted. A few people came up and got one last drink before he started to clean up.

"Well, thank you for listening to me," you said, dropping a tip on the bar. "I really appreciate it."

"I didn't catch yer name."

You told him.

He smiled. "I'm Arthur. Could… could ya wait a bit? I'll walk you home."

You slumped. "I don't want to go home."

Arthur raised an eyebrow at you. "Where were you goin' to go, then?"

You shrugged. "Walk around until sunrise, I guess. Not feeling sleepy."

He tilted his head as he observed you. After a few moments, he shook his head. "If you don't mind, you can come sleep on my couch. You need some rest, darlin'."

"Um…" As sweet as he was, you had just met him.

Arthur pulled out a pen and scribbled something on the back of a bar coaster before giving it to you. "Here's my address. You send it to someone you trust, so they know where you are."

Touched by his offer and his understanding of your hesitation, you agreed. You texted his address to your best friend who lived a city away and told her that you were staying with a new friend and that you'd call her in the morning and tell her everything.

Then you waited until Arthur was done with his shift and followed him home.

***

That was years ago. He had helped you deal with the whole situation with your ex-significant other and ex-roommate. He stood outside as backup while you confronted the two of them and told them that you were leaving. Then you found yourself temporarily moving in with Arthur, bunking on his sleeper sofa for a couple of weeks while you searched for another place to live.

And then you slept in his bed. And your temporary move became permanent.

Life continued. You slept together, in the adult sense of the term. You got pregnant. You dated. You gave birth. He proposed. You got married. He finished college. You became the breadwinner while he worked part time and took care of your daughter.

Nothing went in the 'normal' order of things, but what was normal, anyway?

Looking at the photos of your wonderful daughter when she was a small child, you smiled as you heard the doorbell ring.

"Hey Mom!"

"Hi Avery!" You greeted her with a warm hug. She was twenty-three now, working hard during her first year out of college. You got to see her a couple times a month, and each visit made you smile, no matter how grumpy she might be.

Today the two of you were just hanging out, having tea and going through some of the old boxes in the attic, when she pulled out an old scrapbook.

"Wow, didn't know you did scrapbooking."

"I didn't, I only made one for my wedding."

Together the two of you looked through your silly notes and hand picked photos, telling her the story behind each one, and who each person was.

"Do you still have your wedding dress?" she asked after seeing the photos of you and Arthur, dressed up in a tuxedo that barely fit his broad shoulders.

"I do, somewhere."

After some time searching, you found it, brushed it off, and held it up to your body. "I don't think it'll fit, I've gotten a bit wider since I wore it."

"C'mon Mom, just try it!"

Smiling, the two of you went to your bedroom and you managed to shove yourself mostly into the dress. Except for the shoulders.

"I've gotten more buff," you joked as you pulled the dress off yourself. "You try it."

Avery took the dress, stared at it for a moment, and with your help, pulled it on. It looked like it fit, until she moved her arms.

The sound of a seam ripping made you both pause.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry–"

You patted her shoulder. "It's fine, sweetie. It's just a dress, it can be fixed. And you look beautiful in it."

Your daughter grinned, and you could see Arthur's eyes and smile on her face.

After she spun around a few times, she took it off and handed it back to you. Out of curiosity, you checked which seams had torn.

"It might fit you now," Avery joked.

"Sure, why not?"

You pulled it back on, and sure enough, the seams that had torn were the very ones stopping you from fitting your thicker arms through. You turned around and looked in the mirror. Twirling around a bit, you suddenly felt young again, remembering the first time you had tried this dress. Your two closest friends had been by your side, encouraging you to buy the dress because you were so pleased with it.

And you remembered the last time you had worn this dress, walking down the aisle with Arthur, hand in hand, the two of you grinning at each other as if there was nothing else in the world, just the two of you, happily in love.

"Let's take some photos outside!" Avery suggested, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

Smiling at your daughter, you walked through your house and out to the small backyard that Arthur lovingly cared for, with a small waterfall and herb garden.

He was there, kneeling in the dirt, planting some new basil plants. He turned around at the sound of the back door opening.

"What're you two doin'–"

Arthur's words stopped abruptly as his jaw dropped. He hadn't seen you in that dress since the wedding, and for him, time stopped and all he saw was his beautiful lady, dressed in white, smiling like a goddess.

He quickly washed his hands with the garden hose, wiped them on his jeans, and came towards you.

"Beautiful, just like an angel," he said in awe.

You went to him, holding your hands out to him. He took them and brought them close to his heart before lifting your hands to his lips and kissing your fingers oh so so tenderly.

"Amazin', I feel the same as I did on our weddin' day, seein' you like this."

"I'm a little wider now…"

"That don't matter none," he said, leaning closer to you. His forehead touched yours and he looked into your eyes. "Yer always lovely."

"Awww!"

Avery's exclamation brought the two of you back to reality. She had her phone out and had been taking photos of the two of you, a giant grin on her face.

"I'll send these to you later, after I touch them up a bit," she said. "I, uh, got an errand to run. Bye Dad, bye Mom, I'll catch you later!"

She left, giving you a conspiratorial wink. You looked back at Arthur to find that his eyes hadn't left you for a single moment.

He was in his late fifties now, streaks of grey in his hair, giving him a sophisticated appearance. He smiled much more these days, finding happiness in tending his small garden and being outside in the sunlight. He was still strong, still broad shouldered, but he had filled out a little from your delicious home cooked meals.

And he still looked at you like you were his entire world.

"Should we go inside?" you asked with a mischievous smirk.

"I got mud on me," he said, although he didn't resist when you pulled him into the house.

"I'll get you all clean," you said. "Then we can get dirty."

"Darlin'," he said as if he was chastising you, yet he was chuckling softly as he let you lead the way.

***

That night, looking at the photos Avery had emailed, you realized how the two of you appeared, so deep in love. You both looked younger in her photos, and you wondered if it was because of the photo editing.

Showing Arthur, he just smiled and kissed your cheek, his whiskers scraping your skin lightly as he nuzzled you.

"See? Told you my feelin's fer you would never change." He pulled you into his arms and held you close.

"You'll always be my shinin' star."

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End Notes: I started with a small idea and it kinda got longer. Oops.

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #RDR2 fanfic #arthur x fem!reader #Writing #Fanfic #Fluff

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inkribbon796 · 3 years

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What a Beautiful Wedding Ch. 1: A Sense of Poise and Rationality

Summary: “What a beautiful wedding” says a bridesmaid to a waiter. “And, yes, but what a shame. What a shame . . .

Nothing bad happens here, I promise.

A/N: The music swells, the curtain lifts. Ladies, gentlemen, and all configurations of being: the show has begun . . .

Titles here are from Panic! at the Disco’s “I Write Sins not Tragedies”.

Okay, so this one’s been a bear to write so this might be uploaded a couple chapters today and the rest over the next day or two.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Eric looked at himself in the mirror as Roman set the final touches on his hair. His dark hair had small braids with tiny beads designed to catch the sunlight. His suit was an off-white color and his wrists were decorated with intricate bangles that kept his nerves from activating his powers and setting things on fire.

Despite the suits and dresses and other formal attire all the heroes were still in their masks. Secrecy was still important and they knew the press would be nearby. The only exception would be Eric, who got glasses enchanted, courtesy of the Host, to protect his identity from anyone who shouldn’t know it.

“And voila!” Roman announced and did a little excited jump, spinning the chair marginally and holding up a mirror so that Eric could see the back of his head.

“Awww, you look so cute,” Patton told him.

“R-eally?” Eric ducked his head nervously.

“Positively radiant, my dear,” Roman boasted, his red dress swishing as he twirled. “Not an eye will be able to look away from you.”

Eric’s eyes widened fearfully.

“Nice going Princey,” Virgil spoke up from across the room.

“They’ll look in a good way,” Roman promised. “They’ll see you and realize that you are the most beautiful man in the world.”

“B-ut that’s Illy,” Eric managed to force out.

Roman paused to think on that, “Well I won’t deny that he’s obnoxiously good looking but now you can give him a run for his money.”

Randall walked in, “How we lookin’[1]?”

Twisting around the chair, Roman grinned as he motioned to Eric. “Marvel at this masterpiece. I dare say Da Vinci nor Monet could have done better.”

“Very handsome,” Randall told Eric, both childhood friends smiling at each other. “Just came from checkin’ on the other groom. We’re just waiting fer a final sweep ‘a the area to make sure it’s alright.”[2]

“Alright,” Eric said.

On the other side of the building, Illinois was fiddling with his bow tie as he checked his hair and suit in the mirror.

“How’s it looking?” Illinois asked, his eyes moving to look at his adopted brother in the mirror.

“Nothing is amiss,” the Host told him.

“Marv still isn’t back,” Chase reminded. “I don’t like it. I haven’t heard a peep from him.”

“The Host spoke with Marvin, he is on his way back to the city with the Blade and the Angel of Death,” the Host took a seat. “While they will be late for the ceremony, Illinois and the attendants will find that they will arrive just in time.”

“Okay,” Illinois took a deep breath. He didn’t touch his lucky coin, he wanted today to be a good day. A perfect day.

He’d been trying to play his safe for months to hoard as much magic as possible. No adventures. No fights. Not even a card game with his siblings.

Because Eric deserved nice things. He deserved to be happy and safe.

After a while Dark checked his pocket watch, and Illinois walked out with him and the Host. The blind seer headed on ahead to wait with the other groomsmen.

Dark waited at one end of a long rug that led to a big outdoor gazebo with a dark wood roof. Chairs led up to the gazebo and had wooden structures protecting it from any accidental rain or glare from the sun. A matching rug was one that Randall would lead Eric down. The two grooms would meet in the middle and then walk up to the altar where Jackie, who had taken the online classes needed to officiate marriages.

The Entity paused, waiting for the signal from the organ that Dark could start walking. But he looked over at Illinois. The young man was looking around, his hand reaching into his pocket and resisted trying to pull out his lucky coin.

In the demon’s mind he thought of little Illinois, barely at chest level, with wide eyes that hungered for adventure but a body too small to take him there.

Dark had never liked thinking about how big Illinois had gotten. It reminded him that Illinois would walk out of his life and become his own person. It’s just . . . it had all been so wonderful while it lasted.

Illinois looked over at Dark and smiled. “Hey, 아빠[3].”

“Illinois,” Dark answered, trying to keep Damien quiet and invisible. Dark had to keep his hands to himself and his feelings out of the way. This was all for Illinois. He took a second to take a deep breath and schooled his features. “I’ll have your portion of the city ready for when you get back.”

“What?” Illinois asked, mostly in confusion.

But then the music began and Dark was offering his elbow. Illinois took it and promised himself that when he could pull Dark away again they’d talk. He didn’t like the tone Dark had taken when he’d said that.

Illinois and Dark stepped in time to the music and all too soon he saw Eric, his hands gripping onto Randall’s arm. He almost tripped when his eyes met Illinois’s.

Then all too soon, they were within arms reach. Illinois reached out to take Eric’s arm and they walked up. To Illinois, Eric looked like an angel he’d somehow snagged out of the sky and convinced to stay with him.

They walked down the aisle and Illinois kept the pace slow so that Eric wouldn’t have a single problem walking down the aisle. Dark and Randall followed them up.

Everything was going perfectly.

Illinois and Eric were looking at each other and Jackie opened his mouth to start the ceremony, when someone else walked down the aisle.

“I’m here!” Someone in a red tux announced. A smile as sharp as glass. “Shame on you, Damien, I almost missed the whole thing.”

Everyone immediately looked at the Actor, Dark got in front of Illinois as the young man was trying to push Eric towards Jackie.

“Get out,” Dark snarled in a furious growl.

“You’d done your job, step aside,” Actor snapped out a dark mass of aura and batted Dark to the side, the Entity slamming into the organ and let out a pained cough.

“아빠!”[3] Illinois called out. Yancy, who was closer, immediately raced to Dark’s side but the Entity shoved him away from both him and the Actor.

“I will admit,” Marc smiled as he waltzed down the aisle, “I didn’t recognize you at first. That’s my bad. But I did try and talk to you, and it’s quite an oversight not to personally invite me.”

Dark pushed himself back up to a kneeling position, his ringing shrill and aura coiling around.

“I didn’t invite you because you’re a piece of shit and you just attacked my dad, so fuck off,” Illinois snarled. He started trying to move over to Dark but the Actor slid into his path.

“Not possible,” Actor smiled, gesturing to himself. “Daddy’s here now and we don’t need . . .”

Actor glared back at Dark, “. . . to be worried about extraneous characters.”

“Get the hell out of here, I don’t want you anywhere near my family,” Illinois snarled.

“Oh, junior,” Marc smiled. “I’m trying to help you. Think of it: father and son. We’d take the world by storm.”

Illinois felt fury, thinking off all the foster homes and awful situations he’d been in, “Even if you were, you can fuck right the fuck off!”

Behind the Actor, Ranboo was trying to inch closer to Dark. He’d been sitting with the rest of the heroes. But he was trying to quietly summon up a portal to get Dark away from the Actor but when he inched too close the Actor spun around and slammed his aura into the young teen, knocking him back.

“If I wanted to take on the peanut gallery, I would have called you up,” Actor snapped.

“Enderwalk!” Virgil called out and raced over to him as the teen slammed against the wall of the gazebo and let out a grunt of pain. Immediately the room seemed to snap out of whatever haze they were in and moved as Marc moved to attack Ranboo again. Tubbo was already the closest.

Ranboo braced for the attack to hit but in the nick of time, there was a shattering of glass and Techno emerged from one of the eye portals. Shield and axe in hand he deflected the shot and blew a hole in the roof of the gazebo.

“I’m gonna have to stop you right there,” Techno smiled. “Come on, kid, I saw you using a weapon before, come on.”

“Boo,” Tubbo moved in as Phil and Marvin raced in.

“Anyone dead yet?” Marvin demanded.

“Bout time yeh showed up,”[4] Chase spat, pulled out his gun, a real one and aimed it at the Actor’s head.

Snarling in anger, the Actor exploded into black mist, making Chase miss his shot and nicked Illinois right in the face by accident.

Actor grabbed Dark and stabbed him with a dragged he pulled out of his black mist. “I don’t like being teased, Dames.”

With a slice, Dark screamed and the Actor pulled out a black day planner. ��If you want something done right you should just do it yourself.”

Magic began to swirl around the Actor as bubbles began to form. They swelled in size and began to fill the room.

Bing began to visibly freak out and used his nanites to push Mini and Oliver away with his nanites, throwing them outside the gazebo just as a bubble expanded to snap up the rest of the androids.

In an instant the city rumbled and Dark . . .

. . . . . .

Dark woke up in bed.

He glared at the faintly glowing clock on the distant wall. It was barely a half-hour before he had to get up so there was no point in going back to sleep.

He smiled faintly when he heard Wilford snoring, the man splayed out to Dark’s left. The softer snores were from Chase who was cuddled up into Dark’s chest.

With a smile softening his features Dark decided: maybe he could sleep in a few more minutes.

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Post A/N: . . . Okay I lied big time.

Accessibility Translations:

1. looking

2. Just came from checking on the other groom. We’re just waiting for a final sweep of the area to make sure it’s alright

3. Dad. Informal, read phonetically as: Appa.

4. About time you showed up

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #footnotes #eric derekson #illinois the adventurer #ahwm illinois #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #Darkiplier #randall voorhees #actor Mark #Actor Mark is an absolute diva #Ranboo #Ranboo being brave #magic #Ericilly #weddings are great

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hysterialevi · 4 years

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Red Dead Rising | Chapter 1

Fanfic summary: 12 YEARS BEFORE RDR2 - Greed, money, and larceny. These are the only things Arthur has ever known; the only things he’s ever been taught. But when Dutch decides to hit a town called Harlow, what started out as nothing more than a plan to rob the local bank ends up igniting the events that lead to RDR2, and a 24 year-old Arthur is forced to confront his morality while the gang faces a terrifying enemy of their own making.

Point of view: third-person

This story is also on AO3 and Wattpad

Next chapter

Author’s note: Well! It’s been a couple months since I last sat down and wrote anything, but it feels good to be writing fanfic again. Please let me know what you think of this first chapter, and I hope you enjoy :) I missed doing this.

SOMEWHERE IN OREGON

APRIL, 1887

“GET BACK HERE, SHAW!” Farley roared over the thunder as he chased the deputy through the pouring rain. “We ain’t done until one of us drops dead!”

The other man frantically hurdled his way over a series of boulders and continued to climb the small mountain, his feet clumsily slipping on the wet rock as he desperately tried to escape his pursuer.

“I-It’s already done, Farley!” The deputy yelled back. “Ain’t nothin’ you can do that’ll change what’s happened!”

“Maybe not!” Ronan conceded. “But that don’t matter. Not anymore. All that matters now is killing you. So get back here and finish what you started, you goddamn snake!”

Storming his way up the steep hill, the ex-sheriff hoisted himself onto a ledge and let out a strained grunt, his fingers practically digging into the solid stone as cold rain streamed down his bloodied face.

Ronan was already drained of all energy just from hunting this man down, and the more he scaled this godforsaken mountain, the more he found himself wanting to give up and simply collapse.

But regardless of how exhausted he grew, or how much his body threatened to break underneath him, Farley absolutely refused to drop. He had already been through so much, and lost everything he ever cared for. His closest friend was dead, his wife was nowhere to be found, and now, the only life he ever knew was crumbling around him all because of one man.

It may have been futile, but nothing was going to stop Ronan from doing what he intended.

Nothing was going to stop him from killing Benjamin Shaw.

Whipping out his pistol, Farley quickly shot the deputy’s abdomen just as he began hugging a corner, causing the man to leave a trail of blood in his wake as he continued to flee.

“…Dammit!” Ronan muttered once he realized he missed. But he wasn’t giving up just yet.

Forcing himself up the ledge, the sheriff carried on with his pursuit and chased after Shaw as he limped towards the mountain’s peak, groaning in agony with every step he took.

By now, the monstrous clouds above them had parted slightly so that they were blanketing the entire region, allowing nothing more than a sliver of sunlight to bleed through as the rest of the land was shrouded in a miserable darkness.

From up here, it was impossible to see any sign of civilization hiding in the vast wilderness beneath them. For just a moment, Ronan felt as if he and Benjamin were the last remaining men on Earth.

There was nothing out here except the two of them. Nothing except two, insignificant killers fighting to the death… all for something that had already been destroyed beyond repair.

It was meaningless, and the world would carry on without them even when they were dead, but killing Benjamin was one of the only two things Ronan gave a damn about anymore -- and by God was he going to do it.

Finally reaching the top of the mountain, Ronan found Deputy Shaw sitting against a lone tree just by the cliff’s edge as he clutched his waist, groaning and cursing to himself while blood continued to stain the grass below.

It seemed unlikely that Benjamin would survive his injuries, but when the conniving man finally noticed Farley’s presence, he did nothing except let out a weak chuckle, his voice slowly faltering in pain.

Shaw smiled at the former sheriff from a distance and laughed, revealing the red-stained teeth he had uttered so many lies through.

“…A-Alright, Farley…” Benjamin panted out, casually raising his hands in defeat. “…You… you got me. Well done, I guess.”

Slowly prowling towards the injured deputy, Ronan kept his gun aimed directly at Shaw’s head and glowered at him with a wounded gaze, trying to conceal the broken man hiding inside.

“Shaw.” The sheriff replied in what was almost a whisper.

He had about a thousand thoughts rushing through his head right now, but none of them reached his mouth. He knew neither what he wanted to say, nor what was worth saying.

And so, Benjamin spoke in his place.

“I-I suppose… you want an explanation…?” The deputy asked. “Is that it?”

Ronan clenched his jaw at the response. “You could say that.”

The sheriff continued, barely speaking in an audible tone. “I treated you fair, Ben. Always did. So why’d you do it? What do you gain from all of this?”

Shaw hung his head low, not even bothering trying to talk his way out of this one.

“Awww… it weren’t nothing personal, Farley. Just business. We have our jobs, after all, and I was just doin’ mine. Trust me. It’s what’s best for my people.”

Ronan picked up on the last statement.

“Your people…?” The sheriff questioned. “And what about Andrew? That poor boy had barely grown into a man before you murdered him. You think this is what’s best for him?”

Benjamin appeared unfazed by that. “Better him than my folks.”

Angered at the reply, Ronan suddenly lurched forward and forcefully grabbed Shaw’s collar, hauling the man’s face closer to his.

“You sick son-of-a-bitch…” Farley nearly growled. “I’d kill you right now if it wasn’t for my wife.” He violently shook Benjamin in his grip. “Where is she, you bastard? What have you done with Annabelle?!”

Shaw choked on the blood gathering in his mouth and let out a series of coughs, eventually spitting the red liquid on the ground.

“Oh, don’t you worry ‘bout her…” he mumbled out. “She’s in safe hands.”

Ronan yanked him closer. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Benjamin looked the sheriff in the eye, repeating his answer. “I said, don’t worry about her, Farley. She’s with my people now. She’s safe.”

Farley remained unconvinced. “And I’m supposed to just believe you?”

The deputy smirked, but in an oddly sincere fashion. “I done told… a lotta lies recently, but that… I promise you. My friends… they’ll take good care of her. It’s what they do. What they’ve always done.”

The sheriff sighed in frustration. “But where is she? Who are ‘your people?”

Benjamin shook his head and gave Ronan an apologetic gaze, keeping his lips tight.

“Oh… now, you know I can’t tell you that, old friend. S’much as I’d like to. It’s… it’s confidential. I’m sure you understand.”

Farley persisted. “No, I’m afraid I don’t.”

Shaw only grinned at that and patted the sheriff’s fist in a friendly manner as he slipped away, hacking up even more blood.

“…Well, you will. Someday. You’re a smart fella, after all. I mean… you found me, didn’t you?”

Ronan’s tone softened and he gazed at the ground, his expression plastered with regret.

“…So I did. After it was too late.”

Benjamin nodded in understanding, his brow furrowing due to the pain. “Yeah…that’s usually how it goes.”

Realizing that there was nothing he could say or do that would convince Shaw to help him, Ronan finally released the man from his grip and steadily rose from the ground, his coat wildly flapping in the adamant breeze as he reluctantly prepared his pistol.

As much as he hated to admit it, it did pain the sheriff to kill Benjamin. Despite everything he had done in these past couple of weeks, Ronan still hadn’t forgotten the deputy he once called friend, and it certainly didn’t help to lose another familiar face right after saying goodbye to young Andrew.

Farley may’ve despised Shaw with all his heart and hated him for his crimes, but he also didn’t want to destroy the one remaining piece of his past left. There was a warped sense of camaraderie between them, and in a twisted way, it almost made Ronan want to spare him.

…But he knew he couldn’t.

Reloading the gun with one last bullet, Ronan pulled the hammer down and stared helplessly at his old partner, wondering how in the hell he got here.

It wasn’t too long ago that Farley was a respected sheriff in his town, but now… he was no more than an outcast. Just another lost man who had given in to vengeance and betrothed himself to a lifetime of pointless redemption, only to discover that no one gave a damn anyways.

Ronan Farley was already dead, as far as civilization was concerned. He was nothing but a tarnished face whose only legacy would be hushed whispers and cautionary tales.

He had become the very man he once hanged for a living, and the world had forsaken him because of it.

He was alone.

Taking a deep breath, Ronan inched his finger over the trigger and aimed the pistol directly at Benjamin’s head, trying to hide how much his hand was truly trembling.

The only thing that Farley could hear aside from his own heartbeat was the low cracking of the distant thunder and the wretched howling of the wind, both of which filled his head like a wailing phantom.

He was finally ready to carry out what he had come here for, and to live with whatever consequences arrived. He was ready to put all remorse aside.

“Goodbye, Ben,” Ronan said flatly as the day came to an end. “I wish I could say I was sorry.”

Shaw smiled loosely at that and closed his eyes, resting his head against the tree.

“…You really shouldn’t be.” The deputy let out one final, jagged breath. “I just wish it didn’t have to end like this.”

Ronan shook his head and gazed vehemently at the man, softening his tone as the sky began to lighten around them.

“Don’t we all.”

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EARLIER THAT YEAR

FEBRUARY

HARLAN LAKE, DAWN

Filling the silence of the dying night, a few birds started to sing joyously into the emptiness just as the sun began peeking above the jagged horizon, its vibrant light painting the nearby mountains with a striking salmon color that stood out prominently from the deep, purple atmosphere.

It was rather peaceful at this time of day. Aside from the birds, there wasn’t much activity among the local wildlife at the moment, and the humans inhabiting the area had yet to rouse from their slumber either.

All of their tents were still shut, and the only noises coming from their camp were the distant sounds of content snoring accompanied by the soft crackling of a flickering campfire.

Meanwhile, their horses slept unperturbed under the numerous trees surrounding the vast lake as their leaves rustled in the crisp morning breeze, softly swaying in a way that almost made it look like the forest was breathing.

As for the unseen fish in the lake, a few of them had just started periodically poking their heads above the rippling surface, eager to feed on the insects buzzing around in the air.

But for the moment, everything was calm. Not single thing disturbed the overall peace in the region, and the only person to be ambling about was a distinctive man who was currently making himself comfortable on a stump.

He paid no mind to the nature slowly waking up around him nor to his fellow gang members who still lingered in their dreams, and instead, focused entirely on the peculiar item in his hand.

It was a letter.

And not only that, but a letter from someone he didn’t expect to hear from again. The two of them parted ways a while ago, after all, and he didn’t anticipate the other to contact him so soon.

They seemed quite determined in their plan to meander down a different path in life the last time he saw them, so it was both a pleasant and worrying surprise to see that they were trying to reach out.

Whether it was to ask for help or to officially say goodbye, he didn’t know. He just hoped that everything was alright. There was little to no safety in their line of work, and if anything had happened to his dear friend, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.

The man supposed there was no point in delaying the inevitable and hastily unfolded the piece of paper, curious to see the message waiting on the inside:

“Hello, old friend,” the letter began. “It’s Hosea. I know it’s been nearly an entire year since I last contacted you -- and I regret that -- but I’m afraid I’ve hit a wall, Dutch.”

“My life with Bessie -- it’s been going well. We’ve settled down for a bit and tried to squeeze ourselves back into civilization... but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the times I spent with you. And with Arthur.”

“I love Bessie with all my heart, of course. There’s no denying that. In fact, she’s the reason I decided to put the gang behind. I wanted to start a new life with her -- a life away from crime. But after all this time of being separated from you degenerates, I’ve learned that there’s no use in hiding the man I truly am.”

“I was never meant to be a man of civilization. You know that. Being bound by the law feels like wearing a leash around my neck, and frankly, this old boy’s grown tired of it. Needless to say, Bessie ain’t too happy about my choices, but I’ve got something good for you, Dutch. Something you might be interested in. And I’m willing to bet it could help the gang too.”

“Come meet me in New Aubertin at the end of this week. It’s a city to the northwest, accessible by any train station. I’ll send a contact in my stead to greet you just in case the law gets wind of our ideas. Look for a man by the name of Thomas Moreau. I’ve instructed him to wait for you by the pond. He’ll lead you to me. Oh, and one more thing: bring Arthur with you. The boy doesn’t need to be there necessarily, but I miss him dearly. It would be good to see you both again.”

The man flipped the letter to the other side, reading its final sentence.

“...Stay safe, Dutch. We’ve got big plans ahead of us.”

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #Dutch Van Der Linde #hosea matthews #male ocs #female ocs #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 story #rdr2 prequel

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shanghai-ohmy · 5 years

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MaoMaoctober Day 18: Sprint

Our good boys recover a sacred statue from an ancient, crumbling temple. Mao Mao does sick flips, Badgerclops lectures us about water damage, and both of them are gonna need about an hour to just lie on the ground and just take some deep breaths. Read it on AO3 or here under the cut.

"One minute!" Mao Mao yelled, leaping over a deep pit in the floor. "Let's move!"

"Right behind you, dude!" Badgerclops yelled back, leaping out over the gap. He shot a grappling hook into the ceiling, swinging up into the air on the taut line. He whooped as he released it at the peak of his arc, nearly landing on Mao Mao.

"Nice one!"

"Yeah, I- MAO MAO LOOK OUT!"

Mao Mao whipped his head forward just in time to see an enormous swinging axe slice past. He leapt up, grabbing the pole which the blade hung from and spinning around it. He used the momentum to launch himself to the next one. He repeated the maneuver, then dismounted from the third and final axe with a flip.

"Hah! Easy!"

"Show-off!" Badgerclops called, deftly weaving his way between the blades with precise timing.

Mao Mao laughed, slowing down to let Badgerclops catch up. He wanted to take a moment to rest, but by the sounds of rushing water and collapsing temple behind them, Mao Mao knew there wasn't time.

They skidded around the corner into a tight corridor. Spikes jutted from the walls. It would take way too long to slide between them, avoiding the points. “I got it!” Mao Mao called. He unsheathed his katana and slashed the wooden spears clean off at the walls, leaving a smooth hallway behind him.

“I thought we weren’t desecrating anything!” Badgerclops said.

“In five minutes there won’t even be anything left to desecrate!” Mao Mao replied. “Come on!”

Water poured down from above in the next chamber. Jagged waterfalls burst from the crumbling rock ceiling, obscuring the way through. Mao Mao was about to run through one when Badgerclops grabbed him. “Dude, this room had like no floor! Remember?”

Mao Mao looked down sheepishly, realizing that he had been moments from running off into a void. Not that he couldn’t have saved himself with some quick thinking and a sword in the wall, but still.

“Let me handle this one.” Badgerclops’s eye spun wildly, taking in details from all around the room. He was calculating as fast as his brain would allow. He grabbed Mao Mao’s arm. “Hang on.” One carefully placed shot collapsed a portion of the wall and ceiling perfectly, leaving a stable path for them to rush across before the water overtook it.

“Uhhh, I thought we weren’t going to desecrate anything!” Mao Mao mocked.

“Shut up!”

The room ahead of them was already in the process of falling apart. Chunks of the ceiling rained down, smashing into rubble as they hit the ground. The terrain was uneven and dangerous.

"With me!" Badgerclops commanded, producing an umbrella-like energy shield from his blaster. Mao Mao joined him under it and they dashed across the room, keeping perfectly in sync. Massive pieces of rock crashed against their barrier. Badgerclops strained to keep it upright. Sweat beaded his brow.

Mao Mao could hear the rushing water filling in behind them. The temple had been built under a lake, and now it was all collapsing in. They were almost out of the chamber now. Just one more hall, and then out to the light.

They slipped through the doorway moments before a pillar came crashing down behind them, sealing it off. They careened out of the entranceway, back into the harsh sunlight, rolling and tumbling down the wooded hillside. Mao Mao came to rest on his back, looking up and breathing heavily. Badgerclops was a few feet away, also exhausted but otherwise unscathed. They laid there, panting, for what felt like ages.

Then Mao Mao started to laugh. Badgerclops joined in, the adrenaline slowly leaving his body. He let it all come out, slowly subsiding back to normal (slightly shaky) breaths.

“Oh,” Badgerclops gasped, “Oh my god Mao Mao that was so stupid.”

“What are you-” he puffed out a breath. “What are you talking about? That was a piece of cake!”

“You’re the worst, man.” Badgerclops laughed again. “One of these days we’re gonna get ourselves killed.”

“Hasn’t happened yet!”

“You got the statue?” Badgerclops turned his head to face Mao Mao, but remained on his back.

“What, you mean the whole reason we came here? Forgot it, actually. Left it back in the temple.”

“Dang, guess we’ll just have to get the next one.”

They laughed. Mao Mao pulled the small golden statue from his sash. It was a tiny gold cat, sitting in an upright pose.

“Awww, it looks like you!” Badgerclops said, tickling at its nose with a claw.

“IT DOES NOT!” Mao Mao yelled, pulling the statue away. “And stop tickling it! This is an ancient artifact that’s sacred to the people who live here!”

“Dude I know, I was there too. I’m glad we got it out for them before the place collapsed.”

“Let this be a lesson, Badgerclops: take care of your temples before they fall apart.”

“Hey man, maybe the real lesson is don’t build a temple under a lake. Water damage is dangerous!”

Mao Mao cracked a smile, tucking the statue back into his sash. “Maybe we’ll get a medal this time.”

Badgerclops grinned back. “Us? No way. We’re unsung heroes, man. All of the work and none of the glory.”

Mao Mao sighed, staring up at the sky. He supposed Badgerclops was right. He’d been at this for years and not a single ballad had been written about him. Maybe it was just their fate to toil away in secret, unseen by the world.

“You were good in there.”

Mao Mao blushed. “Thanks… Uh, you too.”

Maybe he wasn’t completely unsung.

#mmhoph #maomaoctober #mao mao #mao mao: heroes of pure heart #mao mao heroes of pure heart

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godknowsqueen · 5 years

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*screaming* oh my god. I looooooooooved Now I’m Here like so much you don’t understand. I had a long night at work at it just made my heart swell with happiness. Could you write something with Ben to the song Breakthru by Queen

breakthru ; ben hardy x reader

Summary: Ben has been your best friend for years, but he suddenly realizes he has feelings for you. Dealing with containing his feelings isn’t easy.

Warnings: angsty angst and fluffy fluff. mentions of alcohol. swears. also some ben’s pov/thoughts here and there.

A/N: awww you have no idea how happy this makes me!!!! i’m glad you liked it :’)))

When love breaks up

When the dawn light wakes upA new life is bornSomehow I have to make this final breakthrunow!

You and Ben were huddled next to the fireplace at his house. You were laughing your heart out at his stories from the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. He introduced you to the cast before, so the stories seemed really fitting to their personalities. After all, you were Ben’s best friend, so you were automatically invited to any gathering he was going to in the city.

“Joe sounds like he’s choosing the cardboard version of you over the actual you, Ben,” you laughed more, playfully punching him in the arm.

“I know, right? Breaks my heart,” he gave you a cute little pout, laying this hands on his chest pretending to be in pain.

“Awww, that’s okay. I’ve never met cardboard Ben, but I’m pretty sure I’ll pick actual Ben over him any day,” you giggled a little, seeing the warm smile taking over his lips, “Him or it? A piece of cardboard is an ‘it’, right?”

The confusion on your face made Ben burst out in laughter. He always found it hilariously adorable how you got so easily confused by obvious things.

“(Y/N), I reckon that you should stop having any more wine if you’re questioning the proper pronoun to be given for a cardboard,” he spoke between his chuckles, his fingers brushing yours as he took the glass of wine from your hand.

“Yeah, it’s also making me heat up, the fire’s doing that just fine,” you calmly closed your eyes and cupped your cheeks in your hands, relishing in the warmth emitted from the fireplace. You looked so relaxed and serene.

And just like that, Ben’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of you.

Fuck.

What is this feeling?

Despite the thoughts racing in his mind, Ben just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. He admired the strands of hair that fell on your face, your tender-looking hands, and your rosy cheeks.

It was like he was sitting in front of an angel that he didn’t realize was next to him all along.

I wake upFeel just fineYour faceFills my mindI get religion quick‘Cos you’re looking divineHoney you’re touching something, you’re touchin’ meI’m under your thumb, under your spell, can’t you see?

The morning sun invades Ben’s living room. Ben slowly opened his eyes to avoid being blinded by the sunlight and cursing himself for forgetting to close the curtains before going to bed. Or rather, before sleeping on the couch.

In the process of waking up, the picture of you in front of the fireplace quickly clouded his mind. Your giggles were ringing in his ears; it’s like the thought of you was conspiring against him, preventing him from not thinking about you.

Hell, he even realizes now that he actually dreamed about you. He couldn’t quite recall the dream, but he knew you were there.

He got up from the couch, stretching his muscles (and his thoughts) away. You were asleep in his bedroom. Thoughts came back when he remembered the night before.

~~~~

You were too exhausted to drive back to your place, and he was too exhausted to drive you as well. Or, he pretended to be too exhausted, he just wanted to bask in your company, as much as he tried to deny it to himself.

He walked you to the room, his fingers were gripping your waist as your arm dangled around his neck. You were feeling suddenly dizzy, and you needed his body to support you. What you didn’t know was that him touching you felt new for the first time. You guys were pretty close, so body touch wasn’t something abnormal. Ben carefully laid you on the bed, as you got cozy up against the soft covers and mattress.

“I’m so sorry you’ll end up sleeping on the couch because of me, are you sure it’s fine?” you muttered softly.

“Yes, and don’t apologize. You do remember the several times I’d get shitfaced at your place and you’d not only give up your bed for me, but also take care of me?” Ben replied, the feelings unintentionally growing more as he remembered the memories you shared.

As he closed the curtains, he noticed that your response never came. Walking over to the bed, he saw that sleep took the best of you.

You looked so peaceful sleeping like that, hugging his pillow and warming yourself up with his blanket. His brain wanted to take him out of the room, but his eyes couldn’t ignore the beautiful sight in front of him, and his legs just won’t budge.

A couple of minutes later, you shifted a little in your sleep. Ben slightly freaked out that you’d wake up and find him staring at you like a total creep, so he walked out of the bedroom.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

~~~~

Ben was almost done making some pancakes and two mugs of coffee. He figured you’d need that, and he knew pancakes were your favorite.

I know so much about her. So, so, much. She knows almost everything about me, too.

“Look at you being a cute best friend,” Ben turned around to see you standing in the kitchen. You were making yourself comfortable in one of his hoodies.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he nervously chuckled, handing you a mug of freshly brewed coffee, “Please don’t tell me you’re planning to steal that hoodie, (Y/N).”

“I think I just might, add it to my collection of stolen Ben hoodies”, you said as you inhaled the sweet aroma of the coffee. “You’re becoming a Hollywood star, so they’ll definitely bring me a whole lotta money,” you winked.

“Oh, shut up,” Ben stuck his tongue out at you, placing a plate of pancakes drizzled in syrup in front of you.

“You made me pancakes? Who are you and what have you done with Benjamin Hardy?” you gasped, wasting no time in cutting up a piece.

“Eat your pancakes before I take them away from you,” he teased, but you noticed his features getting softer as he watched you eat.

“Nope, there he is, Ben is still there,” you took your plate and walked off to the living room.

What have I done with Benjamin Hardy? (Y/N), what have you done to me? I feel like I’m under a spell…

If I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach youThat would really be a breakthru - oh yeah

Breakthru, these barriers of painBreakthru, yeah, to the sunshine from the rainMake my feelings known towards youTurn my heart inside and out for you nowSomehow I have to make this final breakthruNow! (Now now now)

It’s been a couple of months now since that night.

That night the realization hit Ben, that he has absolutely fell in love with his best friend. The situation was difficult. In some moments, he felt like just letting it out and confessing to you. What’s the worst the could happen?

Well, he might lose you forever if you don’t share the same feelings. At the same time, the thought of you sharing the same feelings bought him undeniable happiness. He knew you’d be great together, he felt it with every fiber of his being. Ben wanted to be the reason behind your smiles, he wanted to be there for you more than he already is. He wanted to scream it from the rooftops that his heart belongs to you, and that yours belongs to him.

But he wasn’t ready to compromise the friendship in any way, shape, or form.

Unbeknownst to him, you were entangled in the same dilemma.

You were both at a friend’s birthday party at some bar. You were standing in the patio, observing Ben talking to a girl you didn’t know at the bar. She was clearly all over him. Honestly, who wouldn’t be.

You tried to ignore the tug at your heart, shifting your focus to the game of Foosball some guys were playing in front of you.

“Hey, you,” you immediately recognized the voice coming from behind you.

“Hi, Sean,” you replied rather coldly. He was your boyfriend around a year ago, and ended up abruptly leaving you for no reason. That is until you found out that he got with the girl he was apparently cheating on you with.

“You’re looking good,” Sean muttered, taking a swig of his beer. You simply smiled, nothing genuine and not wanting to actually speak to him.

“So, how’ve you been?” he was determined to continue the conversation.

“Fine, you?” you asked, not wanting to even continue this conversation.

“Good, good,” he paused, and you both stood there in silence. You were quietly praying that he leaves, especially before Ben comes. He absolutely despised Sean after what he had done to you.

As the seconds passed and the situation became unbearable, you decided to speak out, “What do you want, Sean?”

“I want us to try again. I miss you, baby,” Sean dictated, moving a little closer to you. You noticed that the guys playing Foosball were done with their game and it was only the both of you in the patio now.

“First, I’m not your baby. Second, you wanna try again so that you can fuck me over again, huh? And third, you don’t interest me anymore, Sean. We’ve ran our course more than a year ago, so forget it,” you squared your arms, “Now, excuse me.”

“Wait, I’m still not done talking to you,” he tried blocking your way, and you immediately glared at him.

“Move out of my way, Sean.”

“I won’t.”

“Move. Out. Of. My. Way.”

“Just talk to me,” he pleaded, driving you to the brink of being disgusted by his actions.

“She clearly wants you to piss off, mate,” Ben’s bitter voice announced, causing Sean to turn around and finally unblock your way.

“This has nothing to do with you, mate,” Sean mockingly repeated the last word, moving dangerously close to Ben.

“If we’re going to speak about relativity, I think I have much more to do with (Y/N) than you ever will,” Ben replied. You could tell that he was trying to keep his calm in front of you, but his eyes were burning with rage. You couldn’t help but find him absolutely attractive, despite being worried that a fight might ensue.

“Oh, so you guys are fucking now? Didn’t think (Y/N) would be able to get a movie sta-” Sean’s words were put to a stop when Ben grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed him against the brick wall.

“Listen, you wanker. I don’t want to make a scene, for the sake of every single one of us and out respect to our friend’s birthday,” Ben paused, and you could see the horrified look on Sean’s face. He was a pretty cowardly guy, but then again, neither of you have ever seen Ben that furious. Ben is normally known for being a person that avoids any sorts of drama or fights.

“But I swear to God, if you don’t fuck off, I will not hesitate to beat the living shit out of you. And by fuck off I specifically mean from (Y/N)’s life. Got it?”

“Ben..” you softly whispered behind him, calmly resting your hand on his shoulder.

“Did you get it or not?” Ben repeated as he still didn’t get a response.

“Fucking fine, now you fuck off,” Sean gathered whatever is left of his courage and dignity, and pushed Ben’s hands off of him.

“What a dick,” Ben retorted, as both of you watched Sean leave the place. The party was still running wild inside, and you were internally thankful that no one noticed the commotion happening in the patio.

Ben turned around to look at you. His blood was still boiling, but he was relieved that you weren’t cornered by some asshole anymore.

He tried to stop his eyes from lingering on your figure, but the dress you chose for the evening hugged your body perfectly. He looked at your face to find a heartwarming smile spread across your face, the smile he’s been dealing with for years but made his heart palpitate these past few months.

Your smileSpeaks books to meI break upWith each and every one of your looks at meHoney you’re starting something deep inside of meHoney you’re sparking something, this fire in meI’m outta control,I wanna rush headlong into this ecstasy

You moved closer to each other, and Ben’s arms spread to welcome you in his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso, his cologne making your heart skip a beat as you rested your head on his chest.

“You alright?” Ben softly asked, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Yes,” you uttered, tightening your grip around him. You stood there enjoying each other’s presence in complete silence. You felt Ben’s hand slowly stroke your hair, careful not to mess up how you’ve styled it.

You broke away from the hug, wanting to look him in the eyes, “Ben, thank you for coming and keeping that asshole away.”

He shook his head, “Don’t thank me, (Y/N). I was looking for you inside and when I noticed you both standing outside, I immediately thought that he would definitely try to pull a move on you.”

“Well, you guessed right,” you shyly stroked your arm, as though embarrassed by what happened.

“I always save the day, don’t I?” he gave you a cheeky grin, attempting to brighten up the mood.

“Of course! Roger Taylor by day, nearly punching exes by night,” you laughed, poking his side and making him laugh with you.

“You’re just so lucky to have me,” he shrugged, continuing his sarcastic remarks, “Shall we go in? Or do you wanna leave?”

“Let’s leave, I’m feeling a bit tired,” you replied, when suddenly something completely unexpected came out of your lips.

“I like you, Ben,” you confessed, and not believing that you just did. You felt your cheeks heat up as you saw his deep greens widen in astonishment.

Words started coming out of you like an unstoppable waterfall.

“I really like you. I don’t know when did this start, and I tried denying it and even ignoring the feeling, but all I know that it’s been a while and the feeling is very much real. I have never, never,” your voice started shaking a little, but you carried on, “felt this comfortable with someone like I do with you. I completely understand if you don’t share the same feelings, but I just felt like I was going to burst with all these feelings. I just want you to know that you are a wonderful man, Ben, and that you deserve the very best.”

You felt like you were ending a speech, but you were starting to slowly realize what you just did and it caused your train of thoughts to get majorly distorted.

Ben started walking towards you, and you were preparing yourself for a hurtful statement. Instead, you found your cheeks cupped in his hands as his lips hungrily kissed yours. The clutch you were holding fell to the ground as your hands were craving the feeling of his golden curls between them.

He broke the kiss for a second, and opened his eyes to look at yours. Ben wasted no time in placing his lips on yours again, this time a bit more feverishly as his hands softly gripped at your waist.

“You say I deserve the very best, and the best thing that could ever happen to me is you, (Y/N),” Ben’s lips left yours to mutter these words, the words that you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I really didn’t expect this reaction, Ben,” you shyly stated, your cheeks still burning up from all the affection he was directing at you.

“I’ve been trying my best not to show my true feelings, how much I really like you. I’ve been head over heels for you for a while now, but for the life of me I didn’t know what to do. I really should’ve taken the risk, because you really are worth it, love,” he spoke softly while his fingers gently rubbed your cheeks.

Your heart felt like it was about to explode with happiness, and Ben couldn’t believe that his wildest dream came true.

“So, will you be mine, (Y/N)?” Ben asked, his eyes lingering on your eyes and lips.

“Hmm, if that offer comes with pancakes and coffee, then yeah why not,” you shrugged, making Ben’s laughter fill the place. You chuckled at how lovely he looked while he laughed so genuinely.

“Anything that makes you smile, I’ll make it happen.”

If I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach you That would really be a breakthruIf I could only reach youIf I could make you smileIf I could only reach youThat would really be a breakthru

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airanke · 7 years

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Attempt #2: I will take Vol'jin & Nadia, Amita and Jalga, and Nadia and V's rival whose name I can't remember for the meme thing!!!! (And for the % things on too, if that's okay :P)

MMMMMMMMM JALITA AND NADIA X TRIGON???? OMG. THIS’LL BE INTERESTING–

OH and yeah I can do that too!! I’ll put it in a separate post though, cuz this one will be pretty long with three ships!

@madmadameem yeeeeeeeeesssss

Vol’jin x Nadia!

who takes longer showers?

I’mma go with Nadia! She has a thick mass of hair, so caring for it probably takes longer than one would normally think (and let’s not forget about drying time too)! I’m pretty sure Vol’jin gets impatient at points and either drags her out or she just finds him sitting on a chair / on the bed staring at the door until she leaves. He helps her brush it - cuz I mean, I totally support the idea of trolls bonding via grooming u w u /

(rest under the cut!)

how do they make up after a fight?

SHIT MAN FROM WHAT I’VE READ VOL’JIN AND NADIA DON’T DO THE MAKING UP AFTER A FIGHT THING VERY WELL– but. I think that they would eventually sit down and talk about it, either by Nadia cornering Vol’jin, or by Vol’jin probably just picking Nadia up and carrying her off. Both of these things being done in the “we’re going to talk about this and you’re going to LIKE IT” sort of way haha! They strike me more as a “let’s talk it out now that we’ve both calmed down” sort O:

who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

I still run with the idea of Vol’jin preferring the rain because it reminds him of First Home ; w ; ! That being said, I kind of feel that after being in Durotar for so long, Nadia starts to prefer the rain as well - plus, with her being a mage, she can manipulate the water by freezing it and such, so I can imagine it being a very relaxing thing for her to do!

what’s their favorite place to go together?

Awww shizzle. I’m… not entirely sure? I know they would have a preference to more private places rather than public places (also this just based off what I’ve read PFFT since it’s like A LOT OF THE TIME THEY’RE TRYING TO KEEP THINGS A SECRET children pls). Umm if I had to pick a place… I feel like somewhere in Hyjal? IDK why, it’s a relatively easy place to fly to from Orgrimmar, and it’s really beautiful, and it would also be the last place anyone would think to look for them (so I mean they’d probably stress everyone out but when you want privacy YOU WANT PRIVACY ain’t nothin’ stopping you!)

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?

Both of them of course! Both have the looks and the personality, they both gonna be the king and queen of the night u w u /

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?

Hrm… I can see them celebrating their anniversaries! Other than that, I’m not too sure what holidays they might enjoy celebrating together (though I can imagine Brewfest is an enjoyable one just because of all the silly shenanigans that can happen).

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

UM I’m thinking Vol’jin would put the pressure on Nadia– between the two of them, she can probably sing better (though I’ve always imagined Vol’jin to have a gravelly singing voice, if he DOES sing).

what’s their nightly routine?

GROOMING because this is apparently the beginning of any routine involving a troll– I imagine that Nadia likes to take some time to moisturiser her face (I??? Don’t know where that came from but she looks like she has such soft, supple cheeks so MOISTURISING IT IS), or at least her part of the routine includes some kind of skin care. And more hair care. Because that hair. And then Vol’jin eventually gets annoyed with how long she’s taking and drags her into bed for cuddles u w u

who’s more likely to burn dinner?

… I’m so sorry Nadia I have always headcanoned Vol’jin being rather CAPABLE SO DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU CAN OBVIOUSLY MAKE A REALLY NICE SOUP you are more likely to burn dinner— //BRICKED. It’s… it’s because she’s a mage…. she gets distracted… THAT’S MY EXCUSE.

Jalga x Amita!

who takes longer showers?

They both do because no matter what Amita does Jalga manages to sneak in every single time. He’s a rogue. She can’t stop him. His reasoning is he wants to help her with her waterfall of hair, but the truth is he just wants to kiss her neck. Jalga has a thing for Amita’s neck–

how do they make up after a fight?

Jalga is always the one who wants to talk about everything after a fight, which is good because Amita is rather avoidant. He makes it a point to seek her out and either ask what he did wrong or express to her what she did wrong, and is definitely the “we’re talking about this whether you like it or not” sort more than anything else.

who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

Jalga prefers the rain, and Amita prefers the sun. Jalga, though, likes to drag Amita into the rain with him totally not because he’s trying to seduce her with his romantic capabilities. That, and he will often just lie with Amita in the sun despite not being huge on the sun himself (it’s because he’s a rogue. He subconsciously wants to be hidden 99% of the time).

what’s their favorite place to go together?

Honestly? The dock in Ratchet. When it’s early morning and the boats aren’t coming or going yet, and when it’s late at night, again when the boats aren’t coming or going. They just like to sit there and enjoy each other’s company, and talk about things. And make out.

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?

Both of them! Jalga is somewhat timid and sweet, and Amita is Amita! They both have the personalities and the looks to get all those votes!

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?

Not necessarily, but Jalga likes to take Amita off on little adventures to escape the Barrens every now and then (think of the Micro Holidays that were recently added in WoW). Bonus that he likes to drag Bujune along with them too, so there gets to be some mother/son time nestled in between all the time Jalga and Amita spend together u w u

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

Jalga would pressure Amita. He knows she can sing - after all, I mean, she sings for him every night I mean what.

what’s their nightly routine?

Jalga makes sure to tend to Amita before they go to bed. That means exactly what it sounds like - y’know, brushing / braiding her hair, taking out her earrings (she can do this herself, but Jalga likes to do it for her, so she lets him). As for Amita, she returns the favor by actually tending to Jalga’s tusks. He prefers to keep them short, considering that he’s a rogue and if they’re larger than could easily catch on things, so Amita will break out the sand paper / a sanding block and carefully file his tusks. It’s something that’s best done every night, that way not too much has to be sanded off each time (and yeah, as a result of that, Jalga generally has smooth looking tusks).

who’s more likely to burn dinner?

Amita of course XD As I mentioned in the Amita x Vol’jin one, she can sometimes get distracted when she cooks, especially if it’s near a campfire! Jalga is less likely to burn food, but sometimes Amita distracts him sooooooo… he kinda sorta burns dinner too.

Tirgon x Nadia!

who takes longer showers?

Nadia. Because Trigon is like in the shower for five minutes and then basically done. He’s HELLA EFFICIENT OKAY??? I swear if Nadia takes longer than ten he’s coming in there and helping her or definitely NOT helping her…. depending… on which way that ends up going.

how do they make up after a fight?

Well shit. Trigon is arrogant at the very least and proud at the very best. But at the same time he’s also incredibly logical, so while he wouldn’t immediately admit when he’s in the wrong, he’ll get to it (on top of that he has one fierce temper). He’d have to calm down first, reassess what happened, and then when he comes to a conclusion, he’ll get off his high horse and talk to Nadia (regardless of if he’s “right” or “wrong”. He’s a strategist and highly intelligent, so he knows that talking shit out is better than stubbornly clinging to being “right” or “wrong”). SO EITHER WAY, they’d make up after a fight ultimately by Trigon storming into wherever Nadia is either opening with a) “I WAS RIGHT AND YOU WERE WRONG HOWEVER–” or b) “YOU WERE RIGHT AND I WAS WRONG HOWEVER–” and go from there with a discussion. Trigon stop being so DAMN AGGRESSIVE.

who prefers rain and who prefers sun?

Both Nadia and Trigon would prefer the rain. Trigon tends to hide in the shadows (let’s face it, he’s an assassin, he doesn’t want to be seen) buuuut when Trigon is in the sun, his scars glint in the sunlight, kinda like onyxes. He’d rather people not stare and/or ask questions about them, so he sticks to places where he’s not easily seen. Nadia I’m sure would have some fun impressing him with her ice magic (and I mean Trigon isn’t impossible to impress, he just doesn’t visibly show when he is most of the time - but if he sticks around to watch someone, it means he’s impressed!! And he would def stick around to watch Nadia do her little tricks).

what’s their favorite place to go together?

Hrm… Trigon’s not an Azeroth native, so this one is a teensy more difficult than the others… I feel like he’d take a liking to possibly Northrend areas or more traditional troll areas? After all the trolls on Azeroth live very differently from the trolls on Ether. Hrm… a specific place though… I think they would both settle on the library in Dalaran tbh. Trigon will take any reason to expand his knowledge, so he would definitely enjoy being in a library. In fact, this is probably the one time Nadia would discover that he’s not all “fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you in particular” and that he actually has a calmer, more conversational side u w u /

who’s more likely to be voted prom king/queen?

Nadia for sure prom queen. Trigon my gawd your personality leaves a lot to be desired. You’re really hot, we know this, but FOR PETE’S SAKE TONE DOWN THE CUSSING THAT’S VERY UNATTRACTIVE MY DUDE– naw, it’s a 50/50 thing for Trigon. He’s stern and headstrong (and arrogant asf), so his personality is a hit or miss with most people. Depends on how many people there actually like him that would determine whether or not he’d be prom king.

do they celebrate anniversaries, etc.?

Like Jalga with Amita, I like to think that Trigon would just show up randomly and be like “hey the Hippogriphs are hatching we’re goin’” and just whisk Nadia away LMAO!! BUUUT I also see them very much enjoying the Lunar Festival for some reason… it’s probably the lanterns. Trigon may or may not be weak for dim lighting and soft flames. Spoiler he totally is.

who’d pressure the other into singing karaoke?

Okay so funnily enough Trigon would encourage Nadia to sing by doing the whole “yeah sure, of course you can” or “bet you can’t” thing?? And then sitting there smirking while she proves him wrong until she realizes that she’s done exactly what he wanted and then resorts to glaring at him because he’s so fucking cocky.

what’s their nightly routine?

Okay now this one would actually start with them studying something and/or reading books together. As I mentioned Trigon is highly intelligent, and will take any and all reason to expand his knowledge. This of course means he would take a great interest in any magical texts, not only because it would teach him more about Azeroth magic, but also because it would increase his ability to incapacitate mages (boy is best against mages PFFT). Depending on what they’d gotten up to that day, or if Nadia has been particularly stressed, Trigon might actually whip up a bath. Like with the candles and rose petals and everything, I’mnotevenjokingHAHAHA. This would be his best efforts to get Nadia to relax. Or he helps her relax in other ways - and he is definitely the type to get all cocksure and teasing if she wants, y’know, something and his face totally says “I know exactly what you’re trying to ask me but I’m going to play dumb because I want to hear you say it”.

who’s more likely to burn dinner?

I don’t think either of them??? Trigon lives alone with his two brothers, and they were all in the Military (which… is the travelling army portion of the forces that Trigon is with //WEEPS) so they had to learn how to cook proper meals?? So yeah, neither Trigon nor Nadia would burn dinner. They probably try to out-cook each other sometimes. THAT WOULD BE REALLY FUNNY ACTUALLY— then they just wind up with too much food and look at each other and go “… well. I guess it’s time to invite people over for an impromptu dinner….”. They never learn their lesson.

Lawd I love Trigon so much you don’t eVEN UNDERSTAND—

#ship meme #Amita Dakini #Jalga #Vol'jin #Nadia Ravenscroft #Trigon #//SOBS MY BOY..............................

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Roelplay Server Log #201

“Milotec, Lj pranks”

[Notch] Is contentedly floating in a little boat. It's tethered to an identical boat containing Stevie. He gets a little tug on his fishing line and pulls up a pair of leather boots- Aw darn it!

[Stevie] Laughs a little- I swear, Hera plants those

-Feebas- Is idly swimming in the shadow of the boats

[Notch] Originally it was meant to represent the goods of adventurers who had come this way before...

[Stevie] - Really? I figured it was usually just brother fucking with me and making it harder for me to get food...

[Notch] Nah, it's the same reason skeletons have armor sometimes. -waves a hand idly as if telling a dramatic story- It was supposed to inspire the imagination. Like they were warriors coming back from the dead to defend their territory.

[Stevie] - I remember the first armored mob I encountered after brother and I went our separate ways... It was a zombie completely decked out in gold armor

[Notch] Those are rare. We had it set up where mobs would pick up stuff and put it on if someone dropped items, but it never worked out the way it should have. The programming was always just a bit off.

[Stevie] - I see...- His line gets a tug and he reels in a clown fish

[Notch] Hey there you go. Good for potions at least.

[Stevie] - You've never had mine or brother's potions... Have you...

[Notch] Nope. Just Doc's. Why? Are they special? - He trails a hand in the water to pet the Feebas as it goes by-

[Stevie] - According to everyone here who has tried them, they are the worst

-Feebas presses into Notch's hand, lipping at his fingers-

[Notch] You mean they don't work? That sucks. Maybe the others could give you lessons? - Pulls out a berry and pinches it in his fingers for the Feebas-

[Stevie] - No, they work perfectly fine, they just either hurt like the Nether, or taste putrid

-Feebas quickly eats the berry before swimming back under Stevie's boat-

[Notch] That's.... really bizzare... but then, I don't know why Doc's potions generally taste like soda either. There was never any inherent coding for the flavor of things since the players couldn't experince that. Wait! Have either of you tried it since coming here? Making potions?

[Stevie] - No, I haven't, but I don't know about brother... Then again it's like this on every server we go on

[Notch] Maybe the water is better here? Ask Doc, maybe they filter it first?

[Stevie] - I'll keep that in mind, oh damn it, I wasn't looking and one got away

[Notch] Gets a tug and pulls up a salmon- All right! That's okay, you can have this one. - Holds out the fish for Stevie.

[Stevie] Reaches for it-

-The water bubbles a little before a giant head erupts out of it as Milotic takes the fish-

[Stevie] - WHAT THE NETHER!?- He falls out of his boat

[Notch] What the hell is that?! - scrabbles to help Stevie back in the boat

[Stevie] Is surprised when before he can reach Notch the Milotic picks him up and puts him in the boat- What is going on!?

[Notch] What happened to your Feebas?

[Stevie] - Shit! Where is it?

[Milotic] Nudges Stevie-

[Notch] Looks up at the Milotic, - It's so graceful. Do you think...?

[Stevie] - It ate Feebas?

[Notch] No! Maybe it evolved! Pokemon do that. They turn into different things as they get bigger and stronger!

[Stevie] - They do?

[Notch] Yeah. You know those crazy egg things Doc brought back? They turned into a weird-ass palm tree thing with three heads.

[Stevie] - Oh...

[Notch] Addresses the Milotic - Are you Feebas?

[Milotic] Happily says it's name and nods-

[Notch] That's awesome! Stevie, you are now the proud owner of a very beautiful sea serpent.

[Stevie] Slumps a little- Thank god, I thought Doc would murder me for loosing the pokemon they rescued

[Notch] Awww, I wonder if they knew it would turn into something so grand from the start? They're tricky like that.

[Stevie] - I don't know... Should we head back in?

[Notch] I think so. I smell cookies. I bet we could bum some from Alexsezia under the pretense of showing her your Milotic.

[Stevie] Chuckles- Sure

[CP] Is outside gingerly reattaching the chomp to the honesty blossoms- No more letting anyone near these things, I can't stop blurting things out in my own house

-Sounds of Lie calling for Cp from somewhere near the greenhouse-

[CP] Perks and approaches the green house- Lie? What is it?

-I fell in the pond! And lost my shirt!-

[CP] Frowns, highly suspicious-

-Help! It's cold!-

[CP] Floats up onto the roof of the green house and looks down the back of the green house-

[Mb] Is sitting in a tree laughing softly-

[CP] - Nice try, but you gave yourself away. She wouldn't have called me about her shirt coming off. She's very aware of her body and doesn't like it showing to much.

[Mb] It's still funny! Celine is bored.

[CP] - She seems happy to me-

[Celine] Is lightly dozing in the sunlight

[Mb] She was racing around my rooms like an out of control minecart before we came out here.

[CP] - Yeah, they do that

[Mb] It's so damn quiet. Where the fuck is everyone?

[CP] - I don't know and I don't care

[Mb] Wanna rumble?

[CP] - Not right now, I have more paper work to do

[Mb] Huffs- What about the big bitch? Where's she at?

[CP] - You mean Endrea? I think she's in the library with GK and the babies

[Mb] Fine, I'll go bug her instead since you got homework to do. - Gathers up Celine much more gently then one would expect for his personality.

[CP] - At least your baby seems happy

[Mb] His face twists a bit as he tries to keep his mouth shut. - I.. love her... dammit...

[CP] Smirks- There's honesty blossoms nearby

[Mb] Turns on his heel and stalks off, cursing a bit-

[Celine] Nuzzles into him-

[Herabrine] I don't think I'll ever get used to being this high res, it makes me feel kinda itchy. How are we doing? This place is starting to look pretty well fixed.

[LJ] - Pretty good, I think it's just some minor things left

[Herabrine] Want me to wash it all off?

[LJ] - Sure, so long as you don't ruin anything

[Herabrine] I'll be gentle. But you might want to step under an awning first.

[LJ] Floats under an awning for a game stall-

[Herabrine] shoots a bolt of gold and blue lightning up into the clouds above. There's a bit of a rumble and a steady rain drenches the surroundings for a few minutes. Herabrine stands contentedly in the downpour and shakes herself off afterwards. - Ahhh. Best not to overdo it.

[LJ] - ... Can we do that over BEN's place?

[Herabrine] Pfft! I can do it over BEN personally. Just make a little cloud to follow him around!

[LJ] Bursts out laughing-

[Herabrine] Though I should probably wait until he's particularly stinky to do it so no one can bitch that I'm tormenting him.

[LJ] - Awwwww

[Herabrine] Waves her hands mockingly - Best not to upset mommabrine.

[LJ] - They're no fun most of the time...

[Herabrine] Eh, what hir and Cp did to BENs computer was pretty damn funny. I wasn't there but I heard about it later.

[LJ] - I think I remember BEN screaming about it?

[Herabrine] Yeah apparently they downgraded his computer and put a bunch of irritating ancient meme stuff on it. Complete with loud sounds and unhelpful AOL programs.

[LJ] Falls on the ground laughing-

[Herabrine] Soooo much more creative then just deleting his porn.

[LJ] - I'LL BET! HAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Herabrine] They also spanked Jeff's bare ass once for setting Lie's house on fire. That was a hoot.

[LJ] - Oh~? How interesting...

[Herabrine] I heard they got Slender himself in their coils last time they were irl too.

[LJ] - I wouldn't know, I was here- He stretches, his arms elongating- Speaking of slender beings, I should probably check in with Splendy...

[Herabrine] You should get out and about more often anyway. If nothing else go talk to Lie. She always has the best gossip.

[LJ] - Oh? CP's little mate huh? She seems so quiet and withdrawn, I'm surprised

[Herabrine] But that's why! Everyone talks to her. Can't think of a single person on the server that wouldn't trust her with their feelings.

[LJ] Get's a mischievous expression- I see...

[Herabrine] That plus she tends to hang around Doc a lot. So she gets to see a lot of the craziness that happens firsthand.

[LJ] - However, I also know how possessive CP can be

[Herabrine] So? He's just protective. He doesn't stop her talking to people. Doc and TLOT would both stomp him if he was keeping her isolated and lonely.

[LJ] - Eh, I've learned the hard way not to piss CP off, I think I'll play this one safe

[Herabrine] That's what I'm saying, he's got no right to be pissed off. Besides, it could be pretty entertaining if you can start a conversation in their yard. There's a big patch of honesty blossoms near the front of the house.

[LJ] - Honesty blossoms?

[Herabrine] One of her magic flowers, the pollen compells you to tell the truth.

[LJ] - Oh we could have fun with that... Wanna hide a bunch of them everywhere?

[Herabrine] Sure! There are also some free roaming ones out there. TLOT made several of them into flitters. Little flying bugs with the same effect. They're mostly white with a little green.

[LJ] - Then let's go!

[Herabrine] Makes a gracious gesture for LJ to lead and follows him out of the woods.

[LJ] Leads the way out of the woods and the library is right in front of them-

[Mb] Is coming up the path with Celine on his shoulder-

[LJ] Spots the brine- Oh? Who's this? You kinda look and smell how CP used to...

[Herabrine] Man... you're a basic brine. Where the nether did you come from?

[Mb] Growls - I got dumped here on a fucking flash drive and everyone says I have to stay just so that fucktard Jeb doesn't get in trouble for not deleting my ass.

[Celine] Reaches up to nuzzle him-

[LJ] Just starts laughing as usual-

[Mb] Gives the little dragon a gentle scratch - What are you laughing at Rainbow Brite?

[Herabrine] It's kinda his thing. This is Laughing Jack

[LJ] - HEEHEE! RAINBOW BRITE!

[Mb] Is obviously irritated as all fuck-

[Celine] Licks him-

[Herabrine] Cool your jets. Who are you?

[Mb] Sputters - Master Herobrine!

[LJ] - Pffft, pretentious are we?

[Herabrine] Hoydee-toy-dee

[Mb] eye twitches a little bit. He wants to fight Lj but he's protecting Celine and doesn't want her to get hurt. - This from a washed out Alex and a fucking clown!

[Herabrine] What the fuck did you just say?

[Mb] Alex!

[Herabrine] Growls-

[LJ] - Oooooooo!~ Fight!

[Mb] Puts Celine on the ledge of one of the librairy windows and tells her to stay before drawing a sword- You want some?

[Herabrine] Notes the pond a few steps away and smiles darkly- Yes I do...

[LJ] Floats upwards to watch, pulling out a bag of kettle corn-

[Mb] Splits into three and rushes Herabrine -

[Herabrine] Is suprised and grapples with the two clones for a moment before exploding one with lightning and scalding the other with a hot blast from the pond.

[Mb] Slashes at her and snarls as she dances out of the way.

[Lj] - Whooo! Go Hera!

[Herabrine] Punches Mb's sword out of his hand and decks him.

[Mb] Manages to get a hold of her arm and twists it behind her back

[Celine] Makes concerned noises-

[Herabrine] Smacks Mb full force with a blast of hot water, knocking him away-

[Mb] Tps right next to her and goes for an uppercut

[Herabrine] Bends nimbly backwards and only gets clipped on the chin

-The two begin trading wild blows until they're both rolling in the grass trying to choke eachother. Mb is grinning like a madman and Hera's face is a twist of anger and determination-

[Endrea] Steps out, having heard the commotion- What is going on out here!?

[LJ] - Entertainment

[Endrea] Shifts into her dragon form, slamming her tail down next to the two brines- ENOUGH!

[Herabrine] Jumps at the sound and gives Mb the chance to tp out of her grip-

[Mb] Fucker....

[Endrea] Growls at MB- Is this really any example to be showing Celine? For shame

[Mb] Growls - Fuckers made fun of my name...

[Herabrine] Not my fault he's a dumb hothead

[Endrea] Rolls her eyes- LJ makes fun of everything, he can't help it

[Mb] Whatever... Can Celine play with your babies?

[Endrea] - Certainly, they are just inside with GK

[Mb] Gathers Celine and stomps off without looking at Lj or Hera- fuckers...

[LJ] - Well, should we be off to do our mischief?

[Herabrine] Yeah... Hey, now I have an excuse to go to Lie. Get some healing flowers. -starts walking

[Lie] Is in her garden harvesting some potato's-

[Herabrine] Uses a bit of moisture in the air to dribble a few drops of cold water on Lie's bare shoulder.

[Lie] Yelps and quickly turns around- Hera!- She then notices the forming bruise on her friends chin- Hera... What happened?

[Herabrine] Got into a fight with a basic bitch. It's no biggie, but I could use a few healing flowers.

[Lie] - Of course- She immediately has some spring up from the ground

[LJ] Has snuck off to find the honesty blossoms-

[Herabrine] Lays down in them- Ahhh... that's nice. So I saw we got a noob with a baby dragon. Kinda reminds me of someone else way back when...

[Lie] - You mean MB? Yeah, I've heard that a lot

[Herabrine] He put up a decent fight too. Till Endrea stepped in...

[Lie] - Please, he's not worth fighting Hera... You scared me a little, I've never seen you have any sort of injury before...

[Herabrine] Oh come on. I'm durable as fuck. I may look human but I'm just as much a tough dragon as Gk.

[Lie] - I know, but I'm your my friend which automatically means I'm allowed to worry about you

[Herabrine] Smile wryly- Thanks for that. Guess what?

[Lie] - What?

[Herabrine] Lj's circus is all fixed up shiny and new again.

[Lie] - Oh wow, you two were certainly working on that for some time

[Herabrine] Well it's just me and him and one bazillion teeny lightbulbs that needed replacing. Seriously, it's been a ton of work.

[Lie] - I can imagine. Have you had a chance to see the few new water creatures that have been swimming about?

[Herabrine] I saw the big fucker Doc brought in. I don't even know what to think about that. If it yell at it to get lost it just floats there opening and closing it's maw like it's eating something.

[Lie] - Yeah, I'm not sure about that one either...

[Herabrine] At least it's not breaking shit. That ugly fish Stevie has is clumsy as fuck.

[Lie] - Yeah, but then again I don't know what sort of brain damage it may have received from nearly being boiled alive or if that's just how it naturally is

[Herabrine] What the fuck... who does that? I mean, to a fish that's obviously intelligent?

[Lie] - The same person who abandoned my second vulpix in the middle of a sandstorm

[Herabrine] What a -string of binary that's obviously some choice swear words and insults-

[Lie] - Agreed. I'm surprised LJ isn't with you

[Herabrine] Huh? He was... I guess he got bored. Shadenfreude seems to be his one real addiction.

[Lie] - I've guessed from the few times I have seen him as well as his sugar addiction, well so long as he isn't bothering CP, then I'm not concerned

[Herabrine] He doesn't eat anything else. I bet he'd go nuts on the seed Yaunfen came from. Eat himself spherical. And everything bugs Cp.- chuckles

[Lie] - Pffft! Yes well CP is trying to finish up the paperwork for the coronation

[Herabrine] So when's the party?

[Lie] - Soon I think, my outfit still needs to be made and there's some things which need to be done on CP's server too

[Herabrine] So who's doing the sewing? Doc?

[Lie] - Either them or TLOT

[Herabrine] What's Cp gonna wear?

[Lie] - He has a set of obsidian armor which he'll be wearing

[Herabrine] I'm torn.... I don't want to dress up for Cp. But I don't want to embarass you either...

[Lie] - You won't embarrass me

[Herabrine] cheerful- Then what you see is what you get.

[Lie] - I'm okay with that

[LJ] Returns- Hera? Are you ready to go?

[Herabrine] You don't want to talk to Lie? -Her expression is just screaming that it will annoy Cp in a funny way- You should see her Lileep at least. It's crazy-looking.

[LJ] - Lileep?

[Lie] - It's a pokemon

[Herabrine] Just show him, this things weird.

[Lie] Motions for them to follow her to the green house where the Lileep is snoozing in the dappled sunlight within-

[LJ] - That is one weird looking thing

[Herabrine] Can I have a berry Lie?

[Lie] - Hm? Sure, which kind do you want?

[Herabrine] Raz?

[Lie] - Oh! You mean a pokemon berry! Sure, hang on a sec- She digs through her inventory and pulls one out, holding it out to Hera

[Herabrine] Watch this - She makes a skinny tentacle of water and hovers the berry near the lileep like a tiny curious fish -

[Lillep] It's tendrils wiggle a little which suddenly converge on the berry-

[LJ] Starts laughing- It's funny!

[Herabrine] I told you! These things are crazy. I saw something wandering around the spawn the other day that looked like a walking tree.

[Lie] - That would be Doc's exeggutor

[Herabrine] There's also Deerheart's massive grubby horse. He always looks like he woke up to a griefed house.

[Lie] - You should see how smitten the ponyta is with it

[Herabrine] Ah geeze. I can't even imagine how that's gonna turn out. Muddy ponies with flaming tails?

[Lie] - Maybe something more like terra cotta?

[Herabrine] Netherbrick horse. What else is going on?

[Lie] - Hmmm, well TLOT's NOTCH has been killed...

[LJ] - Bet CP got a kick out of that

[Herabrine] Holy crap... I heard he was a beast! Who took him out?

[Lie] - A group of us, including myself

[LJ] - You?

[Herabrine] Whoah! Way to go Lie! Did you ride one of the dragons in battle or something?

[Lie] - No, but I did use most of my power on a massive offensive plant

[Herabrine] Niiiiice. Gave the big bastard some nasty lacerations and blue balls I hope?

[Lie] - I'm not sure, but CP actually worked alongside Honedge for once

[Herabrine] Thumbs at the Lileep- That's the other thing, these guys live to fight. Pokemon are crazy tough.

[LJ] - Not all of them

[Lie] - What do you mean?

[LJ] - Every pokemon is different, some like to fight, some don't

[Herabrine] Which ones don't? I mean that pink one that hangs out with Silver seems peaceful but it's still formidable.

[LJ] - It's all dependent on the personality, you guys have brines that like to fight and ones that don't, it's the same thing, it's dependent on the individual... And what pink pokemon?

[Herabrine] I don't know, I think it used to be the little doggie thing with the long ears? It's all pink now with tentacle ribbons.

[Lie] - You're thinking of Sylveon, Eevee evolved

[Herabrine] Yeah, probably? I've seen him walking it on the beach. It's annoyingly cute.

[Lie] - Yeah

[LJ] - Hmmm, I should go visit them too...

[Herabrine] Silver? Yeah, he's ususally out exercising his pokemon, the deino guy turned into something with two heads as well.

[Lie] - Well, I'm going to go make some food since CP's probably forgotten...

[Herabrine] Okay, thanks for the flowers Lie.

[Lie] - You're very welcome Hera, don't hesitate to visit!- She turns around and starts leaving

[LJ] Slips an honesty blossom into Lie's back pocket as she turns around-

-There's a weird chuckling noise behind Lj-

[LJ] Glances behind him- Hm?

[Exeggutor] Looks at him with all three of it's heads cocked slightly sideways. There's a light mental probing happening from it.

[LJ] - Hello eggies

[Exeggutor] Three smiles, it's obvious it likes Lj's colors. The long leaves on it's head cast a nice cool shade.

[Herabrine] Is just staring at it

[LJ] Offers it some candies-

[Exeggutor] Leans over to sniff them -

[LJ] - Eat up!

-There's a bit of happy bird noises and some impassioned fluttering-

[Doc] Runs by. Xe's in hir human shape and hir and Yaunfen are following after the Archen

[Archen] Is just trying to fly and not having any luck

[Exeggutor] Twists and turns so each head gets a candy and munches contentedly.

[LJ] - Oooo~ I think I see our next victim

[Archen] Flutters around their feet

[Herabrine] What the hell is wrong with your bird Doc?

[Doc] Huffs a bit from exertion. - No clue, I think they just can't fly well. I was just providing some encouragment.

[LJ] Sneaks an arm around and behind Doc to tuck a flower into their belt-

[Doc] So what are you guys up too?

[LJ] - Circus is done

[Exeggutor] Has wandered over to stick it's head into the greenhouse-

[Doc] That's great! Does that mean we'll see you around the seed now that you have some goofing off time?

[LJ] Probably

[Doc] I'm glad. Have you too seen Endrea today? She seems to be the expert on wings and flying.

[LJ] - Over by the library

[Herabrine] Fair warning, MB is over there too. We had a bit of a scrap.

[Doc] Hera... Be careful okay?

[LJ] - Oh CP's little mate already took care of her

[Exeggutor] Manages to get inside the greenhouse and is bumping around a bit

[Archen] Still fluttering madly and jumps onto Lj's pant leg to cling for a moment.

[LJ] - Hello pretty birdie

[Archen] Squeaks a bit-

[Doc] They are colorful aren't they?

[Herabrine] We know you like gaudy things Doc.

[Doc] Ha! TLOT is my favorite of all the gaudy things around here.

[LJ] Scratches the Archen's neck-

[Archen] Preeep... peep...

[LJ] - Hey, where would be a good place to hide something small?

[Doc] Turns red and giggly- A butt?

[LJ] Starts laughing-

[Exeggutor] Ambles back over with a mouthful of something, after a moment it gets a weird look and begins to glow a small amount.

[Lie] From inside the house- DOOOOOOOC!

[Herabrine] Ummm.... Doc?

[Doc] What?

[Herabrine] What the fuck?

[Doc] Peeks in the greenhouse - Oh shit....

[Lie] In chat- Doc... What did you put in my inventory!?

[LJ] Spots the pokemon- IT'S GLOWING!

[Doc] Goes in the greenhouse and comes back out to scold the pokemon

[Exeggutor] Does look contrite.

[Archen] Decides to climb on Yaunfen next and takes a small fluttering leap from the dragon's head.

[Herabrine] In chat- Probably a sex toy?

[Yaunfen] - Burp!

[Lie] - No shit!

[Doc] Uh Lie.... Exeggutor ate your lantern flowers..... sorry...

[Lie] - That's fine, YOU on the other hand....

[Doc] What did I do?

[Lie] - Shot glasses

[Doc] Yes? That's a thing that exists.

[Herabrine] Snickers-

[Lie] - You made a thing with them

[Doc] Uh huh... and?

[Lie] - You put it in my inventory

[Doc] So you would have it to play with, and...?

[Lie] - Why....

[Doc] Because masturbating is fun...?

[Lie] Unfortunately the chat does not translate her embarrassed noises-

[Doc] Accidently aloud- I wonder if I made it too small or something? -blushes

[LJ] - Made what to small?

[Doc] Blurts- The glass dildo I snuck into her inventory!

[CP] Perks a little as he's nearing the main room of the house, having heard that- The fuck?

[LJ] Starts laughing very hard-

[Exeggutor] Ambles over and peeks in the window-

[CP] Spots it and heads out the side door of the workroom- The fuck is wrong with you people!?

[Exeggutor] Is still glowing and blinks like a slow Xmas light- Burp...

[Doc] I'm a sex maniac? - Smacks hirself-

[CP] Growls- What did you do now?

[Doc] Helplessly shouts- I gave Lie a glass dildo made from the shot glasses she broke!

[CP] Pauses a moment- I'm going to murder you now

[LJ] Snorts in his laughter-

[Doc] It was just a present! You know I like making things!

[CP] Charges at Doc-

[Doc] Xe tries to scoop up Yaunfen and crumples to the ground- Fuck! Ow!

[Exeggutor] Gets between Doc and Cp -

[CP] Darts around the pokemon-

[Exeggutor] Muscles into Cp and uses it's chest to bounce him back-

[Doc] I'll shock you! Cut it out Cp!

[CP] - Fuck you!- Goes for a punch

[LJ] Is rolling in the air laughing-

[Exeggutor] Ducks it's head hard to give Cp a faceful of fleshy leaves in a sharp swat.

[CP] Lights his hand on fire-

[Doc] Don't hurt hir, it's just defending me!

[Archen] Shoots up Cp's back and pulls his hair-

[CP] Angry noises-

[Archen] SKWAK!

[Lie] Hears the commotion and comes outside- CP!

[Archen] Looks back at Lie and makes one more deliberate swat at Cp's face-

[CP] Swats at the pokemon-

[Herabrine] Hey Lie! Cp is being a shit!

[Archen] Nips at his fingers-

[Lie] - I can see...

[CP] Sets his entire self on fire-

[Archen] Is singed badly and makes a horrible noise while fluttering to the ground-

[Doc] Archen!

[Lie] Immediately spawns healing flowers- CP! STOP IT!

[Exeggutor] Crouches protectively in front of Doc-

[Yaunfen] Scrambles a short distance away-

[Doc] Tries to get up and fails. - Fuuck!

[Lie] Rushes forwards- Hera! Water!

[Herabrine] Draws up a water tentacle and deluges Cp-

[Archen] Making unhappy noises in Lie's flowers

[CP] Sputters and growls loudly-

[Lie] Kneels near Doc and Archen, spawning more flowers, both healing and pain management- Hey, how bad is it?

[Doc] Pulled my damn back....

[Lie] - What can I do?

[Doc] Keep Cp from stomping on me?

[Lie] - I can try...

[Archen] Is healing fast but still mad at Cp-

[Doc] Yaunfen? Come back. It's okay. Cp won't hurt you at least.

[Lie] Has taken CP's attention, calming him down-

[Yaunfen] Slinks back, a bit nervous.- Burp...

[Doc] Flops- It's okay sweetie.

[CP] Is still growling a bit-

[Lie] - Come on CP, let's go inside, take it out on your punching bag...

[Exeggutor] Snorts at Cp, it's one of the few entities on the server taller then him.

[Lie] Coaxes CP back into the house-

[Chomp] Bounces at the end of it's chain-

- group of what look like half human half mobs is just getting close to the outside of the fire wall to the server-

-A brine almost bowls a few of them over, managing to prevent doing so so that he doesn't hurt the person in his arms. There's an incoherent yell of anger at the act-

-the group seem surprised at the act-

[brine] What the fuck?! -Seems very angry and ready to yell more-

-the one that looks like they are part Enderman steps forward he seem to being defensive of the others-

[brine] What kinda fuckup are you? -steps back a bit, shifting the person in his arms so he can draw a weapon-

-the ender person speaks up- I don't know what your problem is but I will defend my friends if I must back up I didn't come here for a fight.

[brine] -scrutinizes them a bit before relaxing a bit- I.. am not here to fight either. Sorry. -returns weapon to his inventory after a second of hesitation-

-the group relaxes as well there seems to be one for each type of hostile mob-

[brine] Big group you got here.. Would you.. mind if we tagged along?

-they look at eachother before the Enderman person talks again- I don't see why not

[brine] Thanks.. Sorry about the yelling and being ready to fight.. We just fled the Notch of our seed. I'm stressed as all nether..

-the a spider lady speaks up- we just fled our seed as well we were getting attacked from both humans and a notch who wondered on to our seed so we understand.

[Deer] Over chat- Anybody else feel like going someplace relaxing?

[Mix] -Over chat- Where exactly?

[Deer] - I'm not sure...

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Sunday morning rain is falling (Haikyuu, Iwaizumi/Oikawa, R:PG-13)

Me: I should edit the next chapter of ‘Could be the one’. My brain: No, you need to write the thing. Me: What thing. My brain: The thing. *shoves a thing* Me: No. My brain: Yes. Me: *screaming internally*

So, uh, here’s another short fic-bit I dashed off in the Iwaoi established husbands!AU. Un-betaed, so please forgive any mistakes I might have made.

In other notes, I should probably figure out how to format my fic title details across my stuff.

Iwaizumi yawned, stumbling out of their bedroom with heavy eyelids and even heavier feet. Of the two of them, Oikawa had always been the early riser; a habit written into his system by early team practices and even earlier warm-ups.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Oikawa seated at what they had dubbed the ‘kitchen island’ - the bar-top table attached to their apartment’s tiny kitchen unit, with barely enough space for a single man’s elbows, much less two. Stacked neatly in a basket on his left was a sizable amount of fan-mail; judging from the pile of unfolded papers building up on the brunet’s right, Oikawa was already halfway through them, eyes skimming over the carefully-neat writing and cute sticker-hearts from behind over-sized glasses.

It was a part of their usual Sunday ritual - Iwaizumi would sleep in, enjoying the liberty of doing so once a week, while Oikawa would wake up and read through the mail the team manager regularly passed to him. Even now, his hair was tousled, sticking up in all directions as he snuffled, pulling the blanket around his shoulders more snugly around him, long legs tucked in close on the stool he was seated on. Sunlight pooled in the crook of his neck where the overstretched collar of his sleeping-shirt had drooped a little too low, fanned shadows that darted down sharp cheekbones as Oikawa looked up, blinking owlishly at his husband.

“Oh, you’re up earlier today.”

“Mmm.” Iwaizumi’s feet did not pause in their shuffle towards the coffee machine, where he knew a full pot of coffee was already waiting for him. It had taken Oikawa a while to figure out how to work the coffee maker - one of the few things Iwaizumi had brought along with him when he had first moved in - and the right amount of beans to use, but he had stubbornly insisted on mastering it.

“I refuse to be bested by a machine, Hajime,” he had huffed, glaring at the coffee-maker balefully as he slammed the pot of freshly brewed coffee onto the counter. “So sit down, drink up, and tell me if this batch is acceptable. And don’t you even think about lying to me, I will know.”

It wasn’t; neither were the ten or so tries after it. But one of Oikawa’s best characteristics was his bull-headed tenacity, and these days, Iwaizumi would be the first to admit that his husband probably knew how to use his coffee machine better than he did.

The caffeine in his system woke up his words; mug clutched firmly in hand, he moved over to the kitchen island, dropping himself onto the seat beside Oikawa’s. Oikawa had already moved the already-read mail away to make space for Iwaizumi, waiting until Iwaizumi was firmly ensconced on his seat before he leant on the other man’s shoulder, wriggling around until he was comfortable. A tuft of soft hair tickled Iwaizumi’s cheek; lifting a hand, he brushed it off his face, careful not to obstruct Oikawa’s reading.

“Any funny ones this round?”

Oikawa hummed, a short, dipped sound that indicated the negative. In his older age, the setter had gotten more conscientious about the things his fans sent him. He insisted on at least looking at the letters sent to him, and was careful to not dispose of gifts, even the more shoddy ones.

“They’ve put in a lot of effort into getting these things to me,” he had explained to Iwaizumi once - needlessly, really, but Iwaizumi had humored him, allowing him to voice his justification out loud. “And some of these take courage to write and send in - the least I can do is ensure their hard work doesn’t go to waste.”

Iwaizumi had kissed the guilt off his face that night, caught the silent apology with his lips and swallowed it with the sounds Oikawa had made as Iwaizumi pressed him backwards against the blankets, fingers already tugging at the drawstrings of Oikawa’s pants. Even now, he idly started scrolling through the notifications of his phone as Oikawa read portions of the letters aloud, adding random commentary on some of the more eloquent bits.

“Apparently, my eyes are 'the most beautiful shade of hazel on this earth’, Hajime.”

“Huh - this person was our schoolmate back in Seijou. I wonder if she came to our games then?”

“Ooh, this one wrote a haiku!…oh. Oh.” Oikawa’s voice was golden with repressed laughter; Iwaizumi could feel the tiny trembles of amusement that shook the brunet’s body along his side. “It’s a racy haiku. She’s very…it’s very…wow, is this even possible?”

Iwaizumi looked up from where he was tapping out a quick reply to his colleague to glance at the sheet Oikawa waved in front of him. “…well, I suppose if she were really flexible.”

“Do you feel flexible, Ha-ji-me?” Oikawa’s purr was ruined by a giggle. “Flexible enough to-”

“No,” Iwaizumi told him bluntly, tugging on Oikawa’s hair in warning. “Not even if you bribe me with agedashi tofu.”

“Awww, no fun.” Mouth curved into an exaggerated pout, Oikawa nevertheless went back to his reading, putting the suggestive letter aside as easily as he had done the others. Iwaizumi dropped a lazy kiss to the crown of Oikawa’s head before he went back to his phone.

Was there ever a time that Oikawa’s guilt would have been justified, that Iwaizumi had hated the amount of attention Oikawa gave to fans of his volleyball skills and public personality? Iwaizumi didn’t think so; the brunet’s general appeal wasn’t something that had bloomed overnight. Oikawa had always been popular, even when they had merely been best friends, before Iwaizumi had fallen in love with him.

Still, younger-Iwaizumi might have felt a little more insecure, been a little less sure of his place in Oikawa’s affections when there were so many other options laid out before the setter, a veritable buffet of eligible partners for Oikawa to select from. Older-wiser-Iwaizumi though…

“Oh, this one’s looks like a nice one,” Oikawa mused. “'Oikawa-san, I’ve been a fan of yours for years, ever since we used to-”…“ His voice trailed off, but Iwaizumi knew full well what the rest of the letter said.

Oikawa-san,

I’ve been a fan of yours for years, ever since we used to play on the same volleyball team together. Even now, I still watch you - it’s hard not to. On the court and off it, you always demand my attention, and I can’t help but give it to you. I tried to stop once, but we both know that didn’t turn out particularly well. So these days, I allow myself to look at you whenever I want.

I’m not very good with words, but you already know that, right? Sometimes, I wonder if you know me better than I know myself. Maybe you do. But it goes both ways - maybe I know you better than you know you.

I don’t know when Saisaki-san will pass this to you - probably with the latest set of letters, since I sent this by post properly. I’ll keep this short, since you have other letters to read as well, but since this is a fan letter, I’ll list some of the things I love about you.

I love your commitment - to volleyball, to your fans, to us.

I love your smile. I love your ugly tears too.

I love when you insist on spooning with me, even on the humid nights.

I love how you call my name.

I love that you love me.

I love you.

Your fan, Iwaizumi Hajime

"Hajime.” Hands caught his face and turned it towards Oikawa’s, his eyes bright in the shards of sun that fell across his face. “Hajime.”

Iwaizumi wordlessly leant down as Oikawa tilted his face upwards, sealing the seams of their lips together as the blanket fell from Oikawa’s shoulders to the floor. Oikawa tasted like the coffee he had perfected for Iwaizumi, and Iwaizumi curled around him, his hands already reaching for the frayed hems of Oikawa’s sleeping-shirt even as Oikawa tangled his in Iwaizumi’s short hair, moaning into Iwaizumi’s mouth.

“We should stop at Tokyu Hands tonight. I want to buy a nice frame for that letter, maybe hang it above our bed,” Oikawa would say later, idly tracing circles along Iwaizumi’s naked side as they lay on their bed, bodies cooling atop the rucked blankets.

“Oi,” Iwaizumi would mutter, turning to face Oikawa, “you don’t have to do that."

"No,” Oikawa would agree, “But I want to. Hey, Hajime, since we’re here and all, how do you feel about trying the position that haiku earlier suggested?”

Iwaizumi would groan but roll over, pliant under Oikawa’s prodding fingers. “I’m going to regret this.”

Oikawa would laugh, smile brilliant in the dim bedroom. “Maybe, but we’ll never know unless we try, right?”

#fanfic #haikyuu #iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #fluff #established relationship

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