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gerbiloftriumph · 4 years

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So you wanna be a king (pt2)

(or at least cosplay one.)

Continuing the cosplay creation saga for anyone interested, here’s how I put together my King Graham cosplay:

Part 2: Jerkin

Disclaimer: I’m totally novice at cosplay and only do it for like one event per year if that, so take what you will or throw it all away.

Also this is not really a step by step tutorial post because this is several years ago and the details are hazy.

If you’re following along, then you should have a cloak and cowl (click for sort-of-instructions-here).

Step one: Pull out those reference screencaps you made in the first part and stare at them. Repeat that you still love this character and that you’re committed to this nonsense. Ready? Let’s go.

The long sleeved purple undershirt I just happened to find at Goodwill. Please try to find something lightweight--this costume is warm.

But you won’t be so lucky to find a jerkin at Goodwill too. You’ll have to make it, or at least modify something.

Still, it’s just an elaborate brown tank top, more or less. You don’t even have to worry about attaching sleeves! Surely this is an eas--wait, what are those lace things? Could you even bend down to pick up inventory items with laces that thick and close together? How can I translate that into something semi-practical I can wear without wanting to eat my adventuring hat?

It’s a great design, but I’m mortal, not digital. If you can determine a simple way to get that lacing to look accurate while still being comfortably wearable, let me, novice cosplayer that I am, know. (maybe if they were just made separately, flat, and sewn on, like a decal thing?)

I had planned on building this out of fake leather/suede-ish material, but then I remembered I wanted to also wear this as my new RenFest costume, and I didn’t want to die in July.

So I went to my local Joann’s and picked up a considerably lighter, thinner, and satisfactorily rich looking brown fabric (I think it was this stuff: https://www.joann.com/kona-cotton-solid-quilt-fabric/1378397.html) for both jerkin and bracers. I’ve lost the original receipt, so I’m not sure how much I bought. Too much, because my storage bin is full of leftovers. I’m sure 3 yards is more than plenty, but measure to be sure.

Tunic time!

This is the point where the “How To Graham” tutorial breaks down and becomes especially fuzzy and experimental, because I kept none of my in-process notes. High five, Gerbil, very helpful indeed. You might just want to glance at this for ideas before doing your own thing.

I laugh in the face of patterns, hahahaha. (bad idea, don’t be me.)

I got my favorite fitted t-shirt (Disney Afternoon ftw), paper, a ruler, and old scrap fabric to maul as practice. I pinned my shirt flat to paper and traced both the front and back separately (folded the sleeves in so my tracework was sleeveless). The front had a deeper neckline but was otherwise nearly identical to its back partner. Once both sides were traced, I added a half inch margin around them, cut them out, and started working on fake jerkins, so I could sculpt the right fit before I got out the nice fabric. I wanted the jerkin to be pretty form fitting as Graham’s is, so I curved the sides in a bit deeper.

I made at least two fake jerkins, fyi.

Since I went pattern-less (hahahaarrgh), tests were crucial, especially regarding the neck hole. The t-shirt is elastic, but my fabric is not. I personally require at least 22″ around the neck to get the thing over my nose, and it’s barely enough clearance. (I’m fairly certain I measured some other shirts with my fabric ruler for a loose size to aim for, then did edits on the junk fabric til I had a size that worked.)

Tests also showed that the back piece needed an additional two and a half inches of fabric on the bottom thanks to how it sits on my shoulders. In the above image, you can see the green fabric is higher, but I wanted the piece to look balanced from the side.

It’s a touch hard to see as it’s usually hidden by the cloak, but I find a balanced jerkin is a happy jerkin.

And here’s that additional fabric without a human in it. (ack don’t look at my uneven stitches)

By now, you should have a belt (in my method it doesn’t matter how it clasps, so pick any belt you please as you’ll be wearing it backward) so you can determine how long the flappy things on the front and back should be. Where your belt sits comfortably is where your side laces will stop and your trim on the flap things will start--the belt hides the transition.

Graham’s belt sits low on his (fantastically defined) hips. I prefer it on my waist so it doesn’t slide up when I’m walking, so my flap things are longer than his. For reference, my flap things...no, wait, there must be a technical term....Google says it’s a peplum. My peplum (??) are 8″ish long, though his look like they’re about half that.

For reference, as a 5′6″ person, from hanger to hem my jerkin’s back piece is approximately 28″ long. The most important things here are how long it is overall, and if the neck hole is big enough to fit over your head: nearly everything else can be altered when wearing it via the lacework I have planned.

Look, at this point, you might want to give up on me and find a real shirt pattern, fitted or not. I understand. I’ll wait. This isn’t actually a step by step tutorial so much as a vague What I Did And It’s Probably Wrong.

Okay, you’ve traced your favorite shirt (or bought a real pattern like a good person). Your tests have shown that your peplum sit at the same height on your leg, and you like the shape and feel of it when you wear your scrap fabric test (I recommend using safety pins to replicate the laces during the early size test phase). You’ve cut out the front and back shirt shaped pieces of brown fabric (with that half inch hem margin all around), and now they’re sitting on your floor, mocking you.

The actual construction part!

The only attachment you’ll give these pieces is via the shoulders. If you’re new to this Making Your Own Clothes thing and your fabric has a nice side and a not nice side, put the nice sides against each other and sew along the not nice side so when you turn it over your hem is inside.

I seam-ripped a collar from a shirt I loved but was too worn to wear otherwise--no math or sewing your own collar from scratch if you swipe it from another shirt. No one will ever see it since your cowl tucks into it, so it doesn’t matter how it looks, though natural colors are better than, say, blue, in case your cowl slips a bit. There are lots of lovely videos about attaching collars: this one seems nice, if you skip ahead to the actual sewing-on part at 4:50. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k31FWDp1s5I

At this point, since you’ve fitted it and trimmed it and done all that you want to it to get the shape you like, you’ll want to hem your shirt by that half inch margin all around so it’s clean and easy for the next part. It only looks vaguely shirt-like now since it’s held together just by the shoulders.

Now, let’s get medieval on it.

Time for lacing!

I used a blond suede leather rope to mimic the lighter color on Graham’s sides (check the beading or leather working section of the craft stores, and make sure it’s thick enough that it won’t snap under light strain, and thin enough it’ll fit through the grommet size you select). I already happened to own an anvil (...why?), so I just needed grommets. Mine appear to be 12mm--I got them in Ancient Copper. You’ll use them in the bracers later, too, so leftovers are a good thing for once. Hobby Lobby or Michaels can hook you up with supplies, but Etsy and eBay have more diverse color choices.

Every inch from where the armpit opening stops to where the trim of the peplums begins (the height of which was established earlier when I decided to how to wear the belt), I made a mark for a grommet, and marked its corresponding partner. For reference, I have 9 holes down each hem, for 18 total holes per side, and a grand total 36 grommets in the tunic. I jammed an awl through the holes marked and applied the grommets as per the packet’s instruction.

Like making a metal and fabric sandwich. With a hammer.

It’s totally therapeutic. I can see why Amaya’s into this stuff.

(It’s not a Looney Toons anvil, by the by: like this, instead.)

Unspool the suede rope and thread it through the grommets. To try and mimic the game, I use a ladder shoelace tie, starting with the grommet pair beneath the arms and running down until I tie a bow in the last pair. I tuck the loose ends into the waistband of the trousers. So, this: https://www.fieggen.com/shoelace/ladderlacing.htm

Finally, I made (because I couldn’t find to buy) my own trim about 1/2″ wide from some scrap light brown suede in the Joann Scrap Bin, and attached it to the peplum (is this truly a better word than flap, vote now).

And that, friend, is a jerkin that would make any real medieval person flinch but should be cool for cosplay. You should try it with your cloak and cowl. If you’re following my method, you get to layer up, lucky you: anchor shirt, long-sleeved-purple-undershirt, jerkin, cloak (snaps through the jerkin’s collar onto the anchor shirt), cowl (to cover your shoulders so you don’t see the cloak tugging at your jerkin collar).

Yeah, it’s warm. Sorry.

Drink some water.

When you’re done sweating in it (eww, I know it’s awful, sorry), handwash it. Strip the rope out of the grommets, use handwashing detergent in a (clean!) bathroom sink, then hang it over a bathtub to dry before relacing it using that ladder shoelace technique and storing it on a hanger. I always have it laced, and pull it on over my head with it laced, too.

And with that, you’ve got about half of your entire cosplay done. Congrats! Take some time to relaaaax. You’re gonna be a king.

(is this helpful at all to anyone? should i keep going?)

(peplum?? really????)

#King's Quest #kings quest #King Graham #cosplay #ack i'm sorry this is probably zero help whatsoever #tutorial

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toms-order · 5 years

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So this is my secret santa gift to: @sunshiney-souls

A Tom Holland au.

I hope you like it love!! Merry Christmas!!

Because my computer is broken this will be posted as a series, since tumblr will only let me do a certain amount of space on here!

Chapter one: the library

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Tom Holland. The name was known. He hangs around all the frat guys, despite not actually being in one. He’s average height, brown hair, brown eyes and a nice smile. You couldn’t lie, he was handsome. He had a reputation for playing with girls hearts. That’s why you knew to stay away from him. You’ve heard the rumors, you’ve seen a girl’s heart being stomped on with your own eyes. He had a bad reputation around the university since freshman year, and you planned to stay far from it. And you succeeded all the way through till senior year. You were surprised to see him in your class, he usually didn’t care about anything you were interested in. Although you couldn’t be so sure, you never actually did have a conversation with him, but you knew enough to where you didn’t want to. He made his rounds through all the girls in your grade,except for the taken ones and you of course. You weren’t stupid, you weren’t gullible like the others. You weren’t gonna fall for the “you’re different from the rest” bullshit. You were smart. You could never fall for someone like him.

You were a different story than Tom Holland. You tried to stay on the down low. You never went to parties, or hooked up with random guys. You studied most of the time. The only time you weren’t studying is when you would read or watch youtube videos. You never wanted any attention on yourself. You liked being alone. You liked all the attention away from you. You were the complete opposite of him. There was just no way you’d two would ever get along.

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The professor had just assigned you seats for your groups. Of course you were placed in the back. You never minded the back, however your eyesight was not the best. You were fine with anyone in the class, except for him. You pleaded for anyone to sit next to you, anyone but him. But of course, his name was called. You cursed under your breath as he found his place next to you. You rubbed your temples in fustration.You wanted your last year to be simple, but it already seemed like nothing was gonna be easy.

“Stressed?” You heard his voice. You let out a breath.

“Very.” You spoke quietly. You didn’t wanna give him much attention, you were hoping the less attention you gave him the less he would talk to you.

Your attention was away from him, your eyes staring down at the desk, instead of at him. You knew he was staring at you, you felt his eyes, but you didn’t care.

“How can you be stressed, it’s only the first week.” He says.

You rolled your eyes. You weren’t gonna tell him the real reason why you were stressed was because you had to sit next to him the whole year. You weren’t that rude. Plus your mind was telling you it was rude to mistreat him when he hasn’t done anything to you directly.

“It’s been an eventful one.” You were telling the truth. The first week of school was always the worst for you. You were always disorganized, always getting lost even though you’ve been at the school for four years now.

That was the end of the first conversation you had ever had with Tom Holland. He didn’t say anything after. You figured you had disinterested him enough that he didn’t wanna speak to you. And you were fine with that.

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Weeks went by with little to no conversations with Tom. He usually skipped the class, which you expected from him. The times he was there the only interaction you had was when he asked for a pencil. You tried your hardest to not let his presence affect your mood. You didn’t know why he bothered you so much. Maybe it’s his stupid cocky grin or his need to play with every girl in school. Maybe it was how he thought he was better than everyone else, and never cared about school. Whatever it was, he drove you insane. You wanted nothing to do with him.

You were sat in the library. Your notebooks and books were sprawled out in front of you, and so was the macbook your grandma had gotten you for class. It was the beginning of the year and you already had an essay and a quiz to work on. You decided it was best to get the essay out of the way before the quiz. The library was one of your favorite places to study. It was quiet, barely anyone was in there most of the time. You were almost positive most students didn’t even know where it was.

It was late so say the least. Time ticked by and before you knew it, the library was just about to close. You didn't even notice everyone getting up to leave. You didn't notice the lights turn off, you were too invested in your essay. You didn't notice the sound of the doors shutting. It took about thirty minutes for you to fully comprehend what time it was. Your eyes hovered over the time on your computer screen. Your eyes went wide as you yanked your head up, scanning the darm room for any more people. You ripped your head phones off, scampering to get all your stuff together. With your computer in one hand and your bag in another, you raced towards the door, groaning loudly when they didn't open.

"That's just fantastic." You said to yourself.

You started to think of a way out. You could call someone? But who would you call? It wasn't like you had any friends. You didn't even have a roomate anymore. She had moved in with her friend sophomore year. You couldn't call the office, they were also closed.

As you racked your brain for a plan you heard something.

"Is anyone there?" A man's voice said.

Goosebumps formed on your arms. You didn't recognize who it was. And who would also be stuck in a library on a Saturday night. You were hoping it was a janitor or someone who could get you out.

"Hello?" You called out, walking through the bookshelves for the voice.

When you saw the source of the voice, you felt your heart drop to your stomach. Tom fucking Holland.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" You asked.

He shined his phone light at you, making you squint at the brightness of the light.

He ignored your question. "What are you doing here?"

You placed your thinks neatly on the floor, stepping closer to Tom. "I asked you first."

He ignored you again. "Did you get locked out?"

You nodded, sighing. You put your hands in the pockets of your sweats. You started to clench your hands in your pockets, a nervous habit of yours.

"Do you know how I can get out?" You asked politely. You just wanted to get out of there. You wanted to go in your own bed and sleep.

But of course, Tom shook his head. "I usually wait till morning."

You raised your eyebrows at him. "This happen to you before?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sometimes."

You were surprised. You didn't think you'd ever catch Tom Holland at a library.

"I don't believe you." You say, grabbing his attention awah from his feet.

His eyes looked into yours. "Why's that?"

"You don't seem like the type to hang in the library." You shrug your shoulders.

He scoffs. "You think you know so much about me?"

"I think I know enough."

He shook his head, thats when you noticed his loose curls. His hair was usually gelled up. "You don't know anything about me."

You didn't say anything. He was right. You didn't know much about him, but that didn't stop you from judging him. You had a reason to, you thought. You saw the way he treated women. He treated them like they were sex objects to be played with. And for that you didn't like him. For that, you judged him.

Tom shinned his light over your bag when you didn't reply. "Already studying?" He teased you.

You shrugged your shoulders. You didn't wanna be on his bad side. It seemed like you were stuck with him for awhile. You might as well act polite.

Then your stomach growled, interrupting the awkward silence. You chuckled, not really embarrassed about it. You remembered you hadn't eaten anything singe breakfast.

Tom chuckled. "You hungry?" He asked.

You nodded. There sure as hell wasn't food in the library, so you didn't know what you were gonna do.

Tom sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Come on, I know where Mrs. Hemingway hides all her snacks." He gestered with his head to follow him.

You didn't waste anytime. You were too hungry to argue. You quickly grabbed your belongings from the floor and followed after him. He led the way with his phone flashlight. You never noticed how scary the library really was.

"How do you know where she keeps it?" You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. "I just do. It wasn't hard to find." He answered vaguely.

He stopped at her desk. He didn't waste any time opening the drawer to the right and rummaging through all the snacks.

"You want snickers, cheetos, what looks like pudding, or a king sized twix bar?" He called out all the names while placing them on the desk.

"Cheetos." You say, taking the bag of cheetos from the desk.

He shut the drawer, quickly grabbing the twix bar.

You sat on the desk chair while he sat on top of the desk. None of you spoke, it was just the sound of crunching, which made your ears a little upset with you.

You couldn't take the sound any longer, so you just decided to make conversation.

"What time do you think they're gonna open up?" You asked quietly.

He shrugged swallowing the twix in his mouth. "Around 10 ish maybe."

Your eyes widen. "10 ish? We're stuck in here till then?" You said in disbelief.

He nodded. "Trust me this is not how I wanted my Saturday to go."

"Right. I bet you had plans." You rolled your eyes. You were sure he had some frat party he wants to attend.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

You shrugged. "Just means I never would've expected you at the library so late. You seem like the type to go to frat parties every Saturday."

He scoffs kicking off the desk and turning his attention towards you. "You know your pretty judgemental."

You sat up. "I'm not judgemental."

The truth was, you tried not to be, but with someone like Tom it was hard not to judge.

"You don't know anything about me yet here you are assuming everything about me." He snaps.

It was your turn to scoff. "Well maybe if you didn't already have such a horrible reputation. I wouldn't be judging." You knew what you were saying probably didn't make any sense, but you had no idea what to say to him.

He was correct, but you didn't wanna tell him that.

"My reputation?" He paused, raising his eyebrows. "I don't have some sort of reputation. Okay? This isn't grease!"

You stood up from your seat, the cheetos on your lap fell to the floor, forgotten about. "Oh please the whole school knows all about your games." You snap. You couldn't help it anymore, you were done trying to be polite.

"What little games?" He asked, his face in clear anger at you.

"The little games you like to play with girls." You paused wondering if you should continue. "You like to draw them in and play with them till you finally get what you want and leave."

You had seen it with your own eyes before. You were walking the hallways of the school when you saw the scene. Tom stood, leaning against the wall while a girl was clearly yelling at him. He looked bored out of his mind while the poor girl was crying.

You tired not to listen, but curiousity got the best of you.

She said. "You're a dumb stupid pig and you should be ashamed of yourself." She said it so angry you couldn't get it out of your head.

You hadn't heard what he said next but it led her to run away crying.

His expression turns blank, like hes thinking about what to say.

Before he could finally open his mouth, the library door opens. Both of your eyes snap towards it, watching as the janitor walks in.

You let out a breath of relief as you grab your stuff. The janitor looks surprised to see you, but gestures towards the door without a word. You nod your head at him, signalling a thanks before stomping out of the library, still clearly upset at the stupid boy behind you. Except he didn't leave the library with you, he stayed behind, and you didn't care to know why.

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End of chapter one! Hope you like it enough to continue lol.

#tom holland #tom holland angst #tom holland imagine #tom holland series #my secret santa gift!

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aion-rsa · 3 years

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Hulu New Releases: July 2021

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It’s summer, everyone! And with its relatively sparse list of new releases for July 2021, Hulu seems to be subtlety imploring its subscribers to go outside.

Don’t get us wrong: Hulu’s library offerings get a big upgrade this month. July 1 sees the arrival of great films like Galaxy Quest, Fargo, and Caddyshack. Bill and Ted Face the Music premieres on July 2 and its followed by Barb and Star Go to Vista Del Mar on July 9. Not bad stuff! It’s just that, outside of the library titles, there isn’t much to go off of.

Hulu’s only major original release this month is the FX on Hulu production American Horror Stories on July 15. As its name implies, the show is a spinoff of American Horror Story and will feature self-contained horror episodes rather than a season-long arc. If you’ll allow this geriatric millennial to deploy one truly ancient meme: “Yo dawg, we heard you like anthologies so we put an anthology in your anthology so you can anthologize while you anthologize.”

The day after American Horror Stories premieres is the release date for McCartney 3,2,1 – a docuseries about Paul McCartney. Peter Jackson’s epic The Beatles: Get Out docuseries is coming to Disney+ in November so hopefully this will be a nice amuse-bouche.

Here is everything else coming to Hulu this month.

Hulu New Releases – July 2021

July 1 The Mighty Ones: Complete Season 2 (Hulu Original) RuPaul’s Drag Race: Complete Season 7 (MTV) 127 Hours (2010) 28 Days Later (2003) 28 Weeks Later (2007) 68 Kill (2017) 78/52: Hitchcock’s Shower Scene (2017) A Ciambra (2018) The Adventures of Hercules (1985) Almost Human (2014) Alpha & Omega: Legend Of The Saw Toothed (2014) American Gun (2005) An Acceptable Loss (2019) Australia (2008) Bad Teacher (2011) Band Aid (2017) Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels Of A Tribe Called Quest (2011) Beetlejuice (1988) The Best Man (1999) Better Living Through Chemistry (2014) Big Fish (2003) Bitter Harvest (2017) Blue Sky (1994) Bohemian Rhapsody (2018) Breakdown (1997) Bruno (2009) Caddyshack (1980) Caddyshack II (1988) Candyman 3: Day of the Dead (1999) Carnage Park (2016) Caveman (1981) Chaplin (1992) Chuck (2017) The Chumscrubber (2005) Citizen Jane: Battle for the City (2017) Cliffhanger (1993) The Condemned (2007) Confessions Of A Shopaholic (2009) The Conversation (1974) Coyote Ugly (2000) The Cured (2018) Dangerous Minds (1995) Dealin’ With Idiots (2013) Dealt (2017) Dear White People (2014) Donnybrook (2019) Dumb & Dumber (1994) Dumb And Dumberer: When Harry Met Lloyd (2003) Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me (2014) Eliminators (2016) Enemy at the Gates (2001) The Face of Love (2014) Factotum (2006) Fargo (1996) The Feels (2017) Fired Up! (2009) Foxfire (1996) Frank Serpico (2017) Frankenstein and the Monster from Hell (1974) Free To Run (2016) From Paris with Love (2010) Galaxy Quest (1999) The Gift (2000) Gimme the Loot (2013) The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (2011) Gorp (1980) Graduation (2017) Grandma (2015) Hellions (2015) Hideaway (1995) House of the Dead (2003) House of the Dead 2 (2006) The House That Jack Built (2018) Housesitter (1992) I Daniel Blake (2017) I Do…Until I Don’t (2017) I Remember You (2017) Ice Age (2002) In The Cut (2003) Indignation (2016) Intermission (2004) Intolerable Cruelty (2003) Johnny English (2003) Knowing (2009) The Ladies Man (2000) Last Days Here (2012) Let’s be Evil (2016) Manic (2013) The Mask (1994) Maximum Risk (1996) Mercury Rising (1998) Morning Glory (2010) Mystic Pizza (1988) The Natural (1984) Ode to Joy (2019) Open Range (2003) Open Water (2004) Open Water 2: Adrift (2006) Passage to Mars (2017) Personal Shopper (2017) The Polar Express (2004) Rabid Dogs (2016) Rebel in the Rye (2017) Reno 911!: Miami : The Movie (2007) Revolutionary Road (2008) Robocop (1987) Robocop 2 (1990) Robocop 3 (1993) Rookie of the Year (1993) Seabiscuit (2003) Shelley (2016) Sightseers (2013) Sleeping With The Enemy (1991) Sleepwalkers (1992) Soldier Boyz (1995) Something’s Gotta Give (2003) Somewhere (2010) Sorority Row (2009) Space Jam (1996) Stand by Me (1986) Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986) Star Trek: First Contact (1996) Stephen King’s Graveyard Shift (1990) The Stepfather (2009) Stonewall (2015) Stray (2020) Sunshine (2005) Super Troopers (2002) Sweet Virginia (2017) Taffin (1988) Take Every Wave (2017) Take Shelter (2011) Taken (2009) The Terminator (1984) They Came Together (2014) Thunderheart (1992) Timeline (2003) Tooth Fairy (2008) Twisted (2004) Underworld (2003) Underworld Awakening (2012) Underworld Evolution (2006) Underworld: Rise Of The Lycans (2009) Universal Soldier (1992) The Unknown Girl (2017) Walking Tall (1973) Whip It (2009) White Nights (1985) William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet (1996) Wolves (2017)

July 2 Summer of Soul (2021) (Hulu Original) Bill & Ted Face the Music (2020)

July 3 Flower of Evil: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) I’ll Go To You When The Weather Is Fine: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) More Than Friends: Complete Season 1 (Subbed) (Viki) Dreamcatcher (2021)

July 4 Leave no Trace (2018)

July 8 My Wife and Kids: Complete Series (ABC) Murdoch Mysteries: Complete Season 13 (Acorn) Papillon (2017)

July 9 This Way Up: Complete Season 2 (Hulu Original) Grown-ish: Season 4 Premiere (Freeform) Barb and Star go to Vista Del Mar (2021) In a World… (2013) Moffie (2021)

July 10 47 Meters Down (2017)

July 12 Love Island UK: Season 7 Premiere (iTV)

July 14 Cleopatra in Space: Complete Season 1 (Peacock) Cleopatra en el Espacio: Complete Season 1 (Peacock) My All-American (2015)

July 15 American Horror Stories: Two-Episode Limited Series Premiere (FX on Hulu) 20,000 Days on Earth (2014) A Field In England (2013) The Act of Killing (2012) Amira & Sam (2014) Borgman (2013) Bullhead (2011) Cheap Thrills (2013) The Complex: Lockdown (2020) The Congress (2013) The Connection (2014) Enforcement (2021) Exit Plan (2021) The Final Member (2014) The FP (2011) I Declare War (2012) The Keeping Room (2014) Men & Chicken (2015) Mood Indigo (2013) Pieta (2012) R100 (2013) Raiders! The Story of the Greatest Fan Film Ever Made (2015) Wrong (2012)

July 16 McCartney 3,2,1: Documentary Series Premiere (Hulu Original)

July 17 Horimiya: Complete Season 1 (Dubbed) (Funimation)

July 22 Olympic Dreams featuring Jonas Brothers: Special (NBC)

July 26 The Artist (2011)

July 29 The Resort (2021)

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Leaving Hulu – July 2021

July 4 Warrior (2011)

July 9 Desierto (2015)

July 20 The Last Full Measure (2019)

July 21 Bolt (2008)

July 24 All The Wild Horses (2017) B.B. King: On The Road (2018) The Beatles: Made on Merseyside (2018) Bees Make Honey (2017) Closing Gambit (2018) Gloves Off (2017) I, Dolours (2018) In Extremis (2017) Into the Night: Portraits of Life and Death (2017) The Last Animals (2017) Lost in Vagueness (2017) Painkillers (2018)

July 27 For A Good Time, Call… (2012)

July 30 The Good, the Bad, the Weird (2008) Like Someone in Love (2012) Mad Detective (2007)

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Point That Thing Somewhere Else: Bonus

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

A/N: In answer to the very popular AU question in my inbox: what would it have been like if Eleanor had woken 65-ish years earlier in The Hobbit timeline, and joined the Company of Thorin Oakenshield instead of the Fellowship? Well…

(Bonus: Legolas’ POV)

It was a trick.

That was all Legolas could think as he flew back up the stairs from the dungeons, taking the steps two, sometimes three at a time.

It had to be a trick. A cruel, heartless, faithless trick.

And yet…

The memory of what had just occurred down in the cell blocks lanced through him like molten metal poured into his blood. He hadn’t even thought about the fact that he’d been wearing gloves when he’d pushed back her hair in the forest, but the second the bare skin of his palm had touched her wrist just now…

Warm pins and needles still prickled up his arm from his right hand.

He tried to ignore it, shove the feeling down beneath his panic. But it still felt as if the limb had been frozen all this time, and only now was it coming almost painfully back to life after being dunked in a warm stream.

Only it wasn’t water that had sparked that reaction.

It had been her.

The next few minutes passed as a blur for Legolas. He couldn’t honestly remember specific details when he thought about them. Only that after escaping the dungeon stair cases, he’d gone straight back up to the feast — which was still in full swing — and downed an entire bottle of the king’s top shelf wine.

No glass. No breaths.

He just drank straight out of the bottle in a few long gulps.

He vaguely remembered Tauriel and several other guards gaping at him like he’d lost his mind. To their credit, perhaps he had. Orelion, however, had taken one look at him, set down his own glass, pulled the empty bottle out of his hands, and yanked him out of the hall into an antechamber.

“What has happened?” he asked, shutting the door behind them.

“She…” He started, but damn everything, words and speech itself had all but abandoned him. “Her… she’s… she’s my…”

Orelion’s dark brows furrowed over inquisitive brown eyes that had barely changed since they were elflings.

“Who?” he asked. Legolas gestured somewhat clumsily in the direction of the dungeons. Orelion’s brows furrowed even more. “You mean that tiny elleth travelling with those Dwarves? What about her?”

“She’s… s-she’s mine, Orelion.”

His longest childhood friend just looked confused for an agonisingly long moment. Then slowly, his eyes widened to saucers as comprehension finally dawned.

“Oh… shit.”

Something of an understatement, in Legolas’ opinion.

He might have been a fumbling mess on the outside, but on the inside his mind was racing. How could this even be possible? He’d always been given to believe when an elf discovered their Intended, it was something incredible, beautiful, wondrous to behold. It had certainly been that way for Rȋnwen and Celemir, their dominant senses showing them clearly who their best match truly was. He’d almost been envious to the point of depression of his two close friends in their mutual joy, back when they’d first discovered that unique bond Iluvatar had crafted for them before they’d even been born.

But he wouldn’t envy anyone this feeling.

She wasn’t anything like what he had let himself hope for in those few weak moments of loneliness; when he was constantly surrounded by younger, joyously paired friends and acquaintances, and he past the “typical age of bonding” as Himeleth liked to say.

But this elleth… she wasn’t graceful, poised, patient, kind spoken, or any of the other things he’d once believed his match would be. As far as he could tell, she was a barb tongued she-wolf wrapped in a young woman’s skin.

And now that he thought of it, from what he’d seen of her reaction, did she even understand what had just happened between them…?

Without a word, Orelion stood, and walked from the room. A minute later he returned with another full bottle of red, and two extra large glasses. He filled one to the brim and pushed it towards his friend.

“Here,” he insisted, pouring one for himself too. “Drink, and tell me everything.”

So he did just that.

The next morning, Legolas woke face down on the dining table in that same antechamber, with a snoring Orelion slumped in the chair opposite him, a table littered with empty bottles, and a raging hangover.

Despite his modest age by elf standards, he’d always been rather proud that drinking to the point where his body rebelled had only ever happened thrice before. The first had been after his first official hunt when he’d been a but a hundred and seventeen, barely an adult at all, and not half as wise as he believed himself to be. He’d woken slumped in a broom cupboard to the sight of his father just shaking his head, and closing the door quietly on him.

The other two times had all been joint efforts between Orelion, Elladan, and Elrohir — Lord Elrond’s twin sons, who’d seemed intent on corrupting his innocence in increasingly inventive ways since he was an elfling.

However, none of those times compared to this.

It wasn’t so much that he’d woken with a screeching headache that made it so bad, the slightest sound of a passing maid or a closing door all but breaking open his skull. Nor was it the fact that when he tried to peel his cheek of the solid oak table his head spun and the floor tilted.

No.

It was because despite the table littered with empty bottles, and the company of his passed-out friend, he still had that Valar damned tingle in his right hand from where he’d touched her.

A soft knock came at the door, and it was the loudest thing Legolas had ever heard. He tried not to wince as he sat up, a half conscious Orelion groaning in pain opposite him.

“Yes?” Legolas grunted, trying to sooth the throbbing in his head. “What is it?”

The door swung open with a clamouring screech that probably wasn’t much louder than a whisper, and a distinctly nervous looking guardsman peered in; one of the newer, recently promoted trainees.

“My prince? Are you well?”

“I will be once you’ve stopped talking so loudly,” Legolas growled, unable to feel as bad as he normally would about being so rude to one of his juniors. He was simply in too much pain. “Again, what is it?”

The young guardsman shifted uneasily, peering back down the hall as if contemplating his chances of fleeing.

“It’s the Dwarves, my prince. They’re… gone.”

“What?!” Orelion’s head was instantly up off the table, and in a split second they were both barrelling out of the room and down the hall, straight for the dungeon staircase. When they reached the bottom, they were greeted with the sight of every single cell door wide open, and a pack of frantic looking guardsmen trying to establish how in holy Aman this had happened.

“Where is the keeper of the keys?!” Tauriel was bellowing, a couple of the greener guardsmen actually flinching back at her flaring temper. Head still pounding, especially at the noise, Legolas just stared in disbelief at the baffled expressions on his guardsmen’s faces. Even Rȋnwen — by far their best trapper and tracker — looked utterly stunned by the sight of the entirely empty jail cells.

“This is the securest cellblock in the Woodland Realm! How in Nienna’s mercy did they just break out?” Orelion had the sense to demand.

“One of them must have lifted the keys. The cells weren’t forced. They were all unlocked from the outside,” Celemir answered from where he was examining one of the locks.

“Well they cannot have gone far. Half of you sweep the upper floors, the other half come with me and sweep the cellars,” a still fuming Tauriel ordered before storming down the stairs towards the basements with half the guard in tow.

“Ur… my prince,” one of the younger guardsmen said slowly, and Legolas turned to find him peering into the cell at the very end of the ledge, and peculiar expression on his face. “I think you should see this…”

The second Legolas saw which — or rather who’s — cell the young guard was standing before, he knew what he was going to find…

She’d jammed a small throwing knife into a crack in the mortar, right at the back where no one could miss it. An exact twin to the one he’d managed to take from her the previous evening. The one he still had tucked away in his tunic now.

For a long moment he could do nothing but stare at it, head throbbing, eyes narrowed.

How in the abyss did she even…

“I took a blade off her last night, exactly like that one,” he heard himself muttering.

“She must have had a second one,” Orelion groaned, giving him what might have been a consolatory pat on the shoulder. And damn everything, he was right. The one he’s managed to take when he grabbed her hadn’t been the only one she’d stashed. Just the one she’d intended him to see.

Because right below the embedded knife were a few jagged words she’d left carved into the smooth stone of the cell…

Get over yourself and tell her, Prince Charming.

E. x

Orelion squinted for a long moment at the words, then slowly turned to look at him, both brows raised in incredulity.

“Prince Charming?”

Legolas decided then and there that — Intended or not — if he ever saw that infuriating tornado of a she-elf again, he was going to cheerfully dump her off a cliff. And yet, even as he thought the words…

He couldn’t help but find himself grinning ever so slightly at the idea of seeing that wicked smile of hers again, and getting his own back.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Bonus

A/N: Well that was fun. :) Hope you guys enjoyed reading that half as much as I enjoyed writing it. I still stand by the decision to set RB during the LotR timeline, but I can’t deny setting it during the Hobbit would have been a blast too.

Rella x

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A Dance?

Characters: Éomer Éadig, female!reader, yes I count Arod, Hasufel, and Firefoot as characters

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5014

Notes: I’m gonna be honest; I wrote most of this faded, but just for shits and giggles I’m uploading the whole thing. Hopefully you can’t tell. :P

Also, horses are kind of my entire life and soul. I’ve been riding competitively for, like, ten years? Anyway the point is I am 900% that one weird horse girl, so apologies if Éomer turns into instructor-mode-Molly for a second.

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A gentle breeze pulled mist across the wide plains of Rohan, blanketing the Earth with its breath. Sunlight bounced off the low-rolling grey, awakening slowly, but had yet to throw its arms into the windows of its subjects. As life with horses went, mornings began early, and there were already barn doors being opened and hooves were pounding against the dirt.

Y/N would always stand by the fenceline of the large back pasture to watch the horses set out the night before make their way back to the gate for morning feed and the beginning of their daily activities. There was something humbling about watching them race across the grass, rumbling a deep thunder in the ground that traveled up her legs and into her chest.

A couple of stragglers caught her scent and decided she was more interesting than whatever lay in store at the main gate, and came in her direction. She took a step back as three broad-shouldered horses trotted briskly up to the fence, manes flying. When they settled down and extended their noses over the fence to smell her, or under it to get at the long, green grass that grew along the fencepost, she came back up, and held a hand up.

The grey one lipped at her hand, and she jerked it back momentarily, smiling though she was slightly startled.

“Can’t eat my fingers,” she scolded. The black one shook its head and neck, its shoulders rippling. The brown one at the end noticed something down the road, and in a moment, boots were crunching dirt. She turned her head to see a tall blond man sauntering down the road. She recognized him immediately as Éomer, a prominent rider in the Riddermark, and adopted son of the King. He stopped beside her, greeting her warmly, and she smiled back, stroking the velvety nose of the black horse.

“Is he yours?” he asked, reaching out to the black, who flared his nostrils and lifted his head to blow in Éomer’s face. The grey shouldered him out of the way, baring its teeth at the other horse’s cheek. He pinned his ears to his head and his eyes flashed as he lifted his chin in defiance.

“No,” she replied honestly. “I don’t ride.” Watching the horses shove each other and rattle the fence reminded her exactly why.

Éomer looked to her, his brow knit. “Really?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” Y/N muttered, shifting her weight.

“You never learned?”

“Mmmm, no. Wagons are close enough for me. I don’t... trust horses.”

She was surprised to hear a gentle chuckle from Éomer. “That is where you are wrong,” he said. “There is no other creature in all of Arda that I trust more than Firefoot.” There was a short pause before he continued. “Do pardon me, but surely you cannot mean that a grown woman living in Rohan does not find the need or desire to learn to work with the city’s livelihood?”

“There are plenty of things to be done around here that don’t require getting on the back of a horse,” she argued, slightly offended. “And I am perfectly happy on my own two feet.”

The grey horse threw his head back again, his tail flicking, and shouldered the bay one, butting the black on his other end in the process.

“Arod,” Éomer scolded, and the grey horse took a step backwards, snorting.

“You know him?” Y/N asked, changing the subject, genuinely surprised at how easily Éomer commanded the horse.

“I know every horse in the Mark,” he replied, his voice carrying a little edge from the previous comment. “Arod is a feisty thing. He tends to get bossy, especially with a horse as lamb-ish as Hasufel.”

Silence fell between them for a short time as Arod lost interest in them and cantered away, towards the now open gate. One of the horsemen there whistled, and the black horse turned his head, following the sound to the gate. Hasufel hesitated, enjoying Éomer’s fingernails scratching at the base of his mane, but followed after his companions shortly.

Y/N turned to return home. “It was a pleasure meeting you, my lord.”

She was a little surprised when he fell into step beside her. “I wouldn’t call it meeting, truly, my lady, as I have not yet learned your name.”

“Ah-- Y/N,” Y/N answered.

“Well, Y/N, I would be absolutely glad to show you horses are not all that you think them to be.”

Y/N eyed him. “I’m not sure...”

She was sure it was part of a ploy, but he flashed a smile at her, and she was ashamed to admit it worked very well to soften her to his cause.

“Come, now, Lady. I would be failing as your future King if I allowed anyone to be fearful under my watch, let alone of that which we live by.”

And there was that smile again, somehow making her heart flutter just the slightest. Unfortunately for her, it was enough to make her cheeks flush and a smile split her lips.

“Shall I take that as a yes?”

Y/N choked on her breath. One of Éomer’s broad hands braced her back, and she bowed her head into the balled fist at her mouth. She probably would have gotten herself under control faster if Éomer’s touch hadn’t been so comfortably gentle, but after a moment she reined in her breath.

“Better?” he asked, and she nodded. She didn’t have the heart to tell him she really didn’t want to work with horses as they continued walking and kept her gaze mostly to the gravel.

A moment later, he spoke up. “If I recall correctly, I believe I’ve seen you around this residence.”

She looked up, and indeed, they were at her house. She turned her gaze to him, and he extended an arm, flashing that million-dollar smile once more.

“Like I said, I must know my people. I will see you this time Thursday, at the east stables.”

And with that, he was gone, calling out to another horseman to continue his day. Y/N scrubbed at her face, worried what she might have gotten herself into.

Two days later, it was dawn again. Dirt crunched under her boots as she walked in the quiet of the early morning to the stables. Éomer was apparently already waiting for her, leaning against the wood slats, gazing off into the wide plains of Rohan.

“Good morning, my lady,” Éomer greeted when he noticed her, and Y/N drew in a long breath. “Are you ready?”

She released her breath, and chewed at her bottom lip. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I suppose.”

He extended an arm to the aisle, and she followed him down to one of the last stalls, where a vaguely familiar bay horse was munching on a mouthful of hay.

Éomer reached to his nose, and the animal raised his head, his ear swiveling forward, and sniffed both of them.

“You’ve met Hasufel,” Éomer introduced. “As I have mentioned before, he’s calm, and a good lesson horse. You’ll start with him, and depending on how quickly you progress, we may move on.” He pointed to down the aisle a little further. “Down there you’ll find a bucket with some brushes in it, if you could bring that down here and we’ll get started dusting him off.”

She did find the bucket easily, and peered inside at the multitude of bushy tools, wondering how on earth she’d keep track of which one did what. She set the bucket on the floor outside Hasufel’s stall and watched Éomer swiftly pick up a broad one to swipe across the horse’s back.

She shifted on her feet nervously. “Are we... riding today?”

Éomer shook his head, noting her face and offering a reassuring smile. “There’s plenty of groundwork to be done before you set foot in a saddle. If you don’t know what things are and how they work, what’s the point of using them, yes?”

He had a point, she supposed, but regardless it relieved her immensely to know she wouldn’t have to brave getting on Hasufel’s back today. Éomer walked her through each brush and its use (which ended up being rather self-explanatory and easy to remember), piece of tack, how it went on and off the horse, and guided her through putting it on, and taking it off. He suggested taking a walk, and after chuckling at how her eyes went dinner-plate wide for a second, he clarified it would just be a walk on the ground, holding a lead.

A few hours later, after giving Hasufel a “much needed” rub-down, Éomer suggested turning the horse out to pasture by herself.

“I’ll be standing at the fence,” he assured. “You know how to take the halter off. It’s perfectly safe.”

Y/N wasn’t so sure about going inside the line that kept her safe from hard hooves and sharp teeth.

“Come, now.” Éomer wrung out the drying cloth he had in his hands. “No lady of Rohan is a coward, is she?”

That sure as hell brought Y/N all the motivation she needed, and she grasped Hasufel’s lead decisively and marched to the gate. She caught Éomer’s flashing grin as he pulled the gate open for her, and in response she turned up her nose.

At the sight of wide plains, Hasufel forgot entirely about the woman at his side and yanked the lead from her hands, breaking into a canter away from her. She tried to catch it for half a second but ultimately ended up jumping away from him in fear. Wide-eyed, she turned back to Éomer, who had doubled over laughing. Thoroughly embarrassed, she returned to the fence, and Éomer reined in his laughter and swung his legs over the top bar.

“Come along,” he beckoned. “We need to catch him to get it off.”

“I’m so sorry,” she began. “I didn’t-- he just--”

“Y/N.” He hopped to the ground. “Don’t worry. You can make it up to me by helping me catch him.”

She nodded quietly, falling into step behind him as he followed the runaway horse.

It took nearly another hour to get ahold of him. Each time they thought they had him, he’d pick up his hooves and prance away, just out of reach. Each near miss was frustrating, but it made Éomer laugh, even when it was his hands that missed the rope. Hasufel seemed to be enjoying it just as much, and for a couple minutes Y/N simply stood in the grass and watched the two chase each other like children. When Hasufel came back in her direction, followed closely by Éomer, her heart jumped in time with her feet out of their way, but a laugh bubbled in her chest.

Eventually Hasufel tired, or perhaps was only tired of the game, and stopped long enough for Éomer to get his hands securely on the lead, and get the halter from his face. Y/N booked it to the fence, but smiled readily back at Éomer when he returned, tack in hand.

“That was an experience,” he said, unlatching the gate to step out. The metal hook fell back into place with a squeaky click.

“Yeah,” Y/N breathed. “I hope it never happens again.”

Éomer slung the halter over his shoulder. “Indeed. I have further duties with the horses, but you are free to go if you don’t wish to accompany me.”

“I think I’ve had my fill of horses for today,” Y/N excused. “Thank you, Éomer.”

He bowed his head slightly. “Of course. I will see you on the morrow.”

The next few days went smoothly, and she didn’t once have to get on. She knew the day was coming, though, and when the morning did come that Éomer stopped her halfway through her tack-on-tack-off routine to tell her she didn’t need to untack as she’d be riding today, her heart skipped a beat.

“Are you sure?”

“This is the only logical progression. It’s not nearly as bad as you think it will be. I will be there the whole time.”

Y/N was sure Éomer could hear her heart pounding as they led Hasufel out to a dirt arena. Éomer picked up a box on the way in, and set it beside Hasufel’s hooves when he came to a stop in the middle of the arena. She waited nervously as he double-checked the girth, the stirrups, and the latches on the bridle, then turned back to her.

“All ready. This box should give you a boost.”

The gentle smile that held his lips did nothing for her nerves, but she stepped up to the horse anyway, somewhat assured by his hand on the reins.

“He can’t feel his mane,” Éomer assured. “If you’d live to take a handful near his withers to help you get up, you’re free to.”

Y/N assumed his withers was something at his back, where his mane began, as that was the closest in her reach. She took a generous handful, but paused, peering at her new mentor.

“Are you sure he won’t try to buck me off?”

Éomer smiled bemusedly at her. “I’m sure.”

“Okay,” she breathed, and set a foot in the stirrup. When nothing happened, she put some weight down. Nothing still, and she eased herself into the saddle, taking care not to brush his hindquarters with her foot and send him lurching forward and her flying. Surely she’d break her neck when she hit the ground.

“See?” Éomer picked up the box and took a step back. “Keep your hands just where they are, and see if you can figure out how to take a step forward.”

Y/N had seen people ride plenty, so she lifted her heels to deliver a sharp jab to Hasufel’s side. He flinched, flicked his tail, and began a bouncy trot.

Éomer’s brow knit as he stepped back up to her and stopped the horse, pulling her heel away from the horse’s side. “No kicks. You can never trust a horse taught by fear. There will always be something he fears more than you.” He smoothed the short fur behind her stirrup before stepping back. “But if he trusts you, he will turn to you when he is afraid. Press your heel, gently, try to sit your weight forward toward the pommel, and click with your tongue.”

Slightly scathed, she did so, and Hasufel took a calm step forward. Éomer watched them walk to the end of the arena, keeping a couple steps away from them, and instructed her as she walked. “Push your hands forward, be gentle on his mouth. Try getting him to turn with your leg instead of by the bit.” She did so, but Hasufel tossed his head and sidestepped, dangerously close to crushing her leg between he and the fence. She jerked her hands back, startled, and it tugged further on the reins. He lifted his front feet from the ground, and Y/N yelped, releasing the leather and gripping his mane. She pitched frighteningly, but there was a hand bracing her in a moment, and another reaching for Hasufel’s rein.

“Hush, down,” he hummed, and the horse shifted his back end, but Éomer’s hand kept Y/N from falling over Hasufel’s haunches. After a short moment, he calmed, and Y/N regained her balance, slipping the foot that had come free back into a stirrup. Éomer’s gaze was surprisingly soft when she met it.

“You’re alright?” he asked, and she nodded, still a little on edge, and more than a little embarrassed. “No need to feel ashamed, you’re only beginning. Hasufel can feel when you’re tense. If you relax, he’ll relax.”

Y/N had hoped Éomer would lead the horse for a time, or even let her off, but it seemed he believed in learning on the job, and stepped back. “Try again.”

Trying to keep everything he’d told her in her head, she let her shoulders relax, and tried again. Éomer led her around twice more, and let her get off.

“Baby steps,” he informed her. “Better perfect little things than be overwhelmed by everything at once and forget half of your lesson.” She was thankful she was out of the saddle for the day, anyway- there was only so much fear-facing a girl could do in one day.

Over the next few weeks, she learned basic direction, how to sit in the saddle in a manner comfortable for both her and her horse, and even switched mounts twice.

She learned that Éomer was a wonderful person; kind, gentle, hot-headed sometimes, but only in fierce protection of that which he loved. She learned he liked apples almost as much as the horses did, and that he and Firefoot seemed almost seamless whenever she got the chance to watch them in the arena.

And she learned she was beginning to admire him a little more, and look forward to his wide hands at her waist as he helped her into the saddle, and the smiles he shot her when she completed a new command successfully.

She paid more attention to his mannerisms, the way he flicked his honeysuckle hair from his eyes in the hot midday sun, the way his fingers curled when he pointed to something, and the rumble in his voice when he praised her or her mount. His eyes seemed to glitter in every light, especially the winking light of the stars, and the moon turned the scars on his forearms into veins of silver.

For the coming months, she grew closer to the Lord of the Mark, far enough to call it friendship, at least. He would visit her most Saturdays for a cup of tea or a light lunch and sometimes both, and she’d come to expect his presence, so when he didn’t show up one afternoon and hadn’t let her know he wouldn’t be coming previously, she set off to search for him. The King had been deteriorating quickly over the last couple of weeks, and she could tell it plagued Éomer. Perhaps something else had occurred and had dug Éomer deeper into a sour mood.

She found him where she expected to-- tacking up Firefoot in north barn, but something was off. He spared her a glance when she approached, but didn’t greet her, and looked away far sooner than he usually did.

“Where are you going?” she asked tentatively, taking note of his bristling and defensive behavior.

“I am banished,” he said simply, jerking Firefoot’s cinch.

What?! “By your father’s order? Why?” Had madness finally taken him fully?

“By Grima’s order. Théoden-- The King had nothing to do with it. He cannot speak for himself any longer.”

Anger flared in Y/N’s chest. “Surely he wouldn't cast you out! When did Grima’s word become worth more than Theéoden’s?”

He whirled on her, and gripped her shoulders, his eyes locking with hers. “That’s just it, Y/N! Wormtongue can bend Théoden into any shape he desires. It doesn't matter what he may truly think, if he is even thinking at all! No matter how it was done, I am banished on pain of death, solidified by the King’s hand. I cannot stay here any longer.”

“If you go, I--”

He knew exactly where she was going, and cut her off abruptly with a hand over her mouth. “Don’t even say it. I will not have you branding yourself a traitor for my sake. Stay here, watch after my sister. She needs you, now. Grima-- I-- keep him away from her.” His fingertips dug into her shoulder, and she knew he was truly angry at whatever Grima had said to him.

She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it and shut it, nodding instead. Come back to me. He hesitated for a moment, looking as though he might have also said more, but turned from her and swung himself into the saddle. His eyes didn’t catch hers as he trotted from the stable and called for the men who still followed him.

She stood in the doorway of the stables and watched him go.

If she thought her heart couldn’t sink any deeper, not a week later a wizard came into Rohan, accompanied by an elf, a dwarf, and a Ranger. They came in on Hasufel and Arod, sans Éomer and his company.

Éowyn rushed to her later that day to inform her her adoptive father had been healed- released from the prison around his mind by the white wizard, but now they spoke of war.

Y/N wasn’t sure whether she was more relieved or more worried when Théoden refused to participate. Éowyn said that from what she heard, all peoples of Middle Earth were at stake. There was no way Éomer would back down from a call to defend his people, regardless of whether he had the support of his King or more than a handful of men at his side. The thought that she might never see him again plagued her mind for days. She very nearly fainted when Théoden ordered evacuation to Helm’s Deep, and then forgot about him entirely when the Uruk-hai shook the foundations of the keep.

It was only when she saw him when the women and children emerged that she was reminded of him. His golden hair still shone in the bright light of morning, despite being drenched by torrential rain and muddied from his hands.

“Éomer!” she cried, rushing to throw her arms around him before she could think properly. If she didn’t surprise him, she certainly surprised herself with the tears that pricked at her eyes. Éomer paused the short conversation he was having to embrace her in return, his voice rocky with exhaustion.

“Y/N. I am beyond relief that you are safe.”

Something between a sigh of relief and a nervous laugh tumbled by Y/N’s lips. “Éowyn will be glad to know you are, too.”

The Ranger who Y/N recognized as the one who visited Edoras recently cleared his throat, cutting their reunion cleanly short. “I’m sorry, Éomer, but we must make haste.”

Éomer released her. “Of course. Keep safe, Y/N. I will see you in Edoras.”

As much as she didn’t want to let him out of her sight, she needed to attend the wounded, and he needed to regroup with Théoden, so she nodded and said farewell for the time being. She kept an eye out for flashes of blond on the journey back to Edoras, but truly spoke to him only briefly when they returned and she offered to care for Firefoot in his no doubt exhausted stead.

She didn’t see him for the rest of the afternoon of their homecoming, as she had her hands full with readying the Hall for a feast Théoden planned to throw in victory, but it worried her a little less knowing that he was within the walls somewhere just out of sight, safe for now.

She was tapping her foot to the up-tempo beat the small makeshift band had begun to play, watching of cheery people dancing, when he found her. He greeted her with a nod and crossed his arms and settled beside her, grumbling something about Elves and Dwarves. She took a sip from her goblet and gazed at him for a moment, offering the cup to him when he noticed her gaze. He declined politely, lifting his own mug of honeyed aie.

They stood and watched in companionable silence for a time. Y/N was simply happy he was alive to stand beside her, and after watching Éomer gently decline a request for a dance, studied his face.

“Not your favorite dance?” she asked. “I’m sure the band will play something different later.”

“I don’t dance,” Éomer admitted with a snort.

She turned her head to him, incredulous. “Seriously?”

“Don’t look so surprised,” he echoed her from so long ago.

She narrowed her eyes. “Never learned or just don’t want to? Because if you know how, you’re going to get out there tonight, if I have to drag you by your coattails.”

Éomer refused to answer. Y/N considered him, then took a fistful of his lapels, tugging with every intent to get him onto the dance floor. He resisted immediately, countering her by leaning into her momentum and spinning her back around, one hand firmly on her hip, and the other prying her fingers from his tunic.

“I don’t know how,” he growled in her ear through gritted teeth.

She sucked in a sharp breath at the incredible proximity she had to his chest, and she could see his blood pulsing rapidly at the base of his throat. For a moment, the filthy and completely uncalled for thought to sink her teeth into the skin there flashed across her mind, and she could feel her face getting hot.

She met Éomer’s eyes the moment they came back into view, and his face settled into a look of concern.

“You’re looking rather flushed,” he told her. “Perhaps some fresh air would do you well.”

Oh, no, she thought. You would do me just as well.

She covered her mouth, shocked at her own mind, and hoping that wouldn’t slip past her lips. This only served to make her look apparently more intoxicated, and Éomer ushered her to the doors.

The fresh air did clear her head, but only a moment after made it spin again when she realized this meant they were alone. Suddenly, what he’d said to her was incredibly funny. She chuckled, eyeing his broad shoulders in the silvery moonlight, and he shot her a look.

“What?”

“It’s just that it’s quite funny, really,” she giggled. “The golden-haired princeling, Third Marshal and Lord of the Mark, and he doesn’t know how to dance?”

“Battle is a dance,” he retorted, taking a left onto a wide walkway. “That is all of it I need. Maybe you need to sit down.”

“No, I don’t. You know, I’ve been dancing since I could walk. I could teach you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to learn.”

“Of course you do!” Y/N twirled backwards, breathing in the crisp air, and leapt onto a parapet.

“Careful!” he barked, but she skipped forward with a laugh, bounding across the short walkway to a bench, then to the ground. Her hair fell into her eyes as she held out her hand for him.

“It’s simple,” she assured. “Not nearly as many rules as there are with your horses.”

He studied her hand and her face for another long moment, then hesitantly reached out to take her hand. “If anyone catches us, I will never speak to you again.”

“Of course you won’t.” Y/N picked up his other hand, and held them at shoulder height. “Follow my feet with yours. We’ll start simple.”

As it turned out, he was much worse at following her feet than she anticipated, and it took another ten minutes to get a handful of simple steps down well enough that he wasn’t tripping over her or jerking like a rattling post before he stepped into a move. Her heart rate hadn’t slowed down in the slightest, and she wasn’t sure whether it was her hands getting clammy, or his.

He took a step closer, so the only air she was breathing was heavy with the smell of horses and honeyed wine.

“This is... another dance entirely,” she all but whispered, and his deep, rumbling hum rippled over her ears.

“Is it, now.”

It didn’t need an answer. Y/N didn’t think she could have given one, even if it did. The feeling of Éomer’s warm palms guiding her arms to rest on his shoulders dried her words in her throat, and the way they settled at her waist drew all semblance of cognitive thought from her mind.

“You don’t seem to need much teaching on this one.”

He hummed wordlessly, and his hands splayed across her back at her spine.

“I would... very much like to kiss you,” he sighed, his breath warming her chin.

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Really?”

He chuckled. “Don’t act so surprised.”

He closed the remaining space between them with those words, and she accepted him happily, curling her fingers in his hair. His lips tasted of honey and ale, and he pressed closer for a moment before seeming to come to grips with himself and releasing her for air. The moment remained between them, delicate as spider silk in the quiet air.

“I’ve waited... so long for that.”

Y/N didn’t want to open her eyes yet, and the breathlessness of his admission sent a shiver down her spine. Then, the more she thought about what had been going through her head over the years, almost desperate for his affection but too scared to look for it, and what only must have been going through his made laughter bubble in her chest. She embraced him tighter, and he joined her, lifting her at the waist and spinning her in a circle in the cool night air.

Her head remained in the clouds even as Éomer set her feet back on the ground. Their laughter subsided into giggles, then into wide smiles. His golden curls brushed her cheek and collar as he turned his head to press kisses to her cheek. Her heart was still pounding, but she could feel his racing just as fast, and it just felt so right.

“I love you too,” she told him. He laughed breathlessly and pressed his mouth to hers again, letting the dancing spider silk between them settle.

Both of them had gained more than skills over the last years-- they had gained a friend, and a lover, and a future. There would be more skills to pick up, more nuances about the other to learn, but learning a new thing isn’t always so bad.

#eomer #eomer eadig #eomer x reader #request

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A Time Traveler in Viking Court - part 4/?

The trip to the seer’s home was quick. Bjorn led the way, zig-zagging through the busy streets, as you and Kyle and looked in awe around the village.

“This is so weird.” Kyle hunched over a bit, making sure only you could hear him.

“I know. I feel like I’m in a bad episode of The Twilight Zone.” You inched closer to him and linked your arm to his. The anger you’d felt earlier had subsided the moment you stepped foot out of the throne room.

Everywhere you looked you saw people with giant fur coats, the only colors that seemed to exist were dull grey, blue, black, and brown, and every building looked tattered and worn.

This place blows.

You were so caught up in taking in all of your surroundings that both you and Kyle failed to notice Bjorn stop at the doorway of a log cabin and nearly crashed into him.

“The seer is just through there.” Bjorn stepped aside and allowed you a view of the small, wooden home.

That doesn’t look so scary. It looks quiet charming, actually.

You let out a sigh of relief as Kyle gave a voice to your thoughts. “This isn’t scary. I pictured something scary, like a cave.”

You both looked up at Bjorn, expecting him to lead the way in, but he just stood there. It took him a few seconds to speak. “Aren’t you going to go in?”

“Aren’t you coming in with us?” You felt a slight panic rise in your chest, the description of the seer’s physical build made you picture a monster.

Maybe he won’t look terrible. His house doesn’t, why should he?

Bjorn crossed his arms over his broad chest and raised his eyebrows at you. “Why would I? Why you are here is not my business.”

Without saying another word, you released Kyle’s arm, took an unnecessarily deep breath, lifted your chin towards the sky, and stomped towards the closed wooden door. Kyle followed after you.

Maybe if I act brave I’ll feel brave.

You lifted your closed fist to knock on the door when a raspy voice called out to you name. “No need to knock, (Y/N).”

You felt your knees go weak as the feeling to puke began to rise within you.

HE KNOWS MY NAME?

You turned towards Kyle, who was standing right behind you, and saw your horrified expression being mirrored back at you.

“Kyle, I know you’re with her. you, too, may enter.” The raspy voice spoke again, sending a shiver up your spine.

“Go on now.” Bjorn walked up to both of you, laughing at the stunned expression that riddled your faces. “You can’t keep him waiting.”

“Okay.” You almost couldn’t hear your own voice.

You turned back towards the door and pushed it open. A wave of cold air, colder than what the outside world had to offer. You hesitated for a second before you allowed you white sneaker to cross the threshold of the doorway but once it did a wave of courage overtook you.

The inside of the wooden home was, for a lack of a better word, weird. There were a number of objects hanging from the ceiling, it was cold even though there was a roaring fire in a corner, and there was nothing more than a wooden table with two chairs on either side serving as furniture.

Okay, this is weird but not scary.

You jumped at the moving figure that seemed to take form in a far corner. You could feel the courage you’d obtained dissolve once more.

For fuck’s sake! This is an emotional rollercoaster!

The figure, who you assumed was the seer, was taller than you but not taller than Kyle. You couldn’t see his face, he wore a hood that covered all of his features.

You didn’t realize you’d stopped breathing until Kyle, who was practically breathing down your neck, gave you a nudge to speak. You filled your lungs with air before a single sound could escape from your mouth.

The seer spoke just as you remembered how to form a sentence. “Do not be frightened, children. Please, take a seat.” He stuck out a hand towards the table and chairs and waited for you and Kyle to sit.

Kyle was the first to move. Your eyes followed his lanky frame as he walked towards, then sat on, one of the wooden chairs. Nothing was said until after the seer had taken the seat opposite Kyle.

Okay, I guess I’ll stand.

You kept your eyes on the seer until you stood right next to Kyle. You gently placed a hand on his shoulder and waited for the seer to speak.

“You are wondering why you are here.” The seer removed his green-ish, gray hood as he spoke.

You squeezed Kyle’s shoulder when your eyes finally got a good look at the seer.

Nope, nope, nope. Oh my God, no!

His eyes seemed to be growing skin over them.

Can he see? Is he blind?

His skin was the color of glue .

Vitamin D deficiency?

When he spoke you could see sharp teeth hidden behind black ringed lips.

Maybe he’s sick?

“Do not be afraid. You’ve come for answers, have you not?” The seer’s voice snapped you back from your thoughts.

You shook your head, as if to get your thoughts in order. “Uh, yup. Yeah. Yes.”

Kyle must have felt the same as you because his hand shot right up to his shoulder to cover your own. You were immediately reminded that you weren’t alone; knowing Kyle was with you calmed you enough to speak.

“First things first, where are we?” You forced your voice to sound confidante.

The seer chuckled. “You are in Kattegat. I’m sure Bjorn has told you this much.”

“Okay. Next question, why is everything here so…weird.” You began to feel yourself relax a bit.

The seer looked ahead, neither toward you nor Kyle. “A time long ago past. For you. For us it is the here and now.”

Kyle shifted in his seat, he was undoubtedly confused. "What’s that supposed to mean? Did we time travel?“

The seer was silent for a few second. “Yes, you are at the start of a very important journey. One that will bring both the past and the future together.” He interlocked his long, crooked fingers together.

That sound ominous.

You looked down at your muddy sneakers as you tried to process what he’d just said.

An eternity seemed to pass by before you were able to find the right question to ask. “What exactly are we supposed to do?”

The seer broke into a wide smile, one that showed off his pointed teeth, before speaking. “Help the king.”

“Dude, that’s so vague.” You smacked the back of Kyles head as his more casual side began to show.

You looked at the seer apologetically. You, too, were feeling more relaxed in his presence. “What exactly are we supposed to do? And will it help us get back home?”

“Use every skill you own and you will be home once tis journey comes to an end.”

You took a deep breath and ran your fingers through your hair. You began to pace right behind Kyle, who twisted his upper body towards you.

You stopped moving long enough to get a better look at the seer. “Okay, why’d you show yourself to Kyle back at the museum? Why’d you show yourself to him and not me?”

“I cannot answer that?”

“You don’t know the answer? Is that it? Can’t you see what kind of shenanigans your future self is up to?” You could physically feel the sarcasm begin to seep into your voice.

The seer ignored your tone, his response was monotone. “The Gods do not permit me to say.”

You felt you heart stop beating for a second at the mention of “gods”.

Gods? GODS? HOW FAR BACK IN TIME ARE WE IF THEY STILL BELIEVE IN MORE THAN ONE GOD!

The seer continued speaking. “You should learn as much about the gods as possible. They are engraved in Viking way of life.”

You heart stopped beating for the second time in thirty seconds.

VIKINGS? WE’RE WITH THE VIKINGS?

Mental images of everything you’d seen, from the giant fur coats to wooden EVERYTING, began to make sense. You smacked you forehead with the palm of your hand.

Duh, how could I be so stupid? I’m in Norway of all places.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Kyle rose up from his seat and held you by the shoulders while looking into your eyes.

“We’re with the Vikings.” You pushed his hands off of you. “So no, I’m not okay. You know what the Vikings are known for? Killing people! They’re known for killing people.” You were practically screaming now.

“Relax. We aren’t going to die.”

“You don’t know that!”

Breathing suddenly became hard; you felt as if an elephant had decided to take a seat on your chest. It didn’t take long for you to realize you’d started to hyperventilate. You clutched your chest as Kyle simply stood by, he’d gone through enough of these “episodes" with you to know that they pass just as quickly as they come.

Once you finally did manage to catch your breath you were sweaty and light headed. "Okay. Fine. We’re with the Vikings. I’m over it.”

Kyle gave you a weak smile and comfortingly rubbed your arm. “You sure?”

You nodded and pushed him out of the way to look at the seer, who was still sitting at the table as if nothing had happened.

“Who is the king?” Your voice was low, barely a whisper.

“Ivar the Boneless."

"Who?” Kyle turned himself towards the seer.

“The weird guy didn't sit with us back in the throne room.” You answered instead of the seer.

“Boneless?” Kyle looked back at you, both eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I don’t know. I think he might have broken a bone.”

“Help Ivar the Boneless, king in Kattegat. Use what you know to help him triumph.” The seer’s voice had shifted between nearly emotionless to concerned.

“What we know?” Kyle began to move closer to the seer. “What we know doesn’t help us here.”

“You know a lot, I can tell you that much.” The seer rose from his seat as he spoke.

Kyle walked towards the seer who now stood in the center of the room. “We know nothing but movies and television. How is that suppose to help us?”

The seer turned his back towards where you and Kyle stood. “You’ll find a way, of that I’m sure. Now leave.”

You and Kyle remained where you stood.

“Leave.” The seer’s voice was now authoritative.

You pushed Kyle towards the door and mouthed "go” to him. You both walked out of the wooden house without looking back.

@thehunterofthelord

[I know this part has little to none of the Ragnarssons but it was needed to further the plot (-:]

#vikings #vikings fanfic #bjorn ironside #original character #bjorn #hvitserk #hvitserk ragnarsson #ubbe #ubbe ragnarsson #history channel #vikings time travel #seer #ivar the boneless #ivar ragnarsson #alex hogh andersen #marco ilsø

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years

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New anime of the season, here we go!

Rokuhoudou 1 (REWATCH)

I’m doing a new project where I rewatch some of my favourites to test their integrity in that regard. Here’s the first show - Rokuhoudou. So what I remember about Rokuhoudou is that it’s very simple – the guys make food and help people, occasionally there’s cats – and that was enough to help me through a mental rough patch I was going through at the original time of airing.

Being sick and watching with a cinnamon roll really brings home the idea of Rokuhoudou as “comfort food for the eyes”…No, it’s not what you think. I’m eating a cinnamon roll.

I always assumed the title was translated to “Four-Coloured Daily Life at Rokuhoudou”, because that would be the best translation if the title was fully in kanji. It’s not though, so the hiragana-rendered parts could mean anything.

Rokuhoudou almost gives you this sensation of being spirited away by good food (and Good Boys).

Sui sometimes reminds me of Kunikida (BSD)…must be the glasses.

Gure’s such a tease, LOL.

Tokitaka’s so refined, yet also has the heart and patience to help old people, plant things and make pottery. I love him~!

“You don’t need to show appreciation with bodily functions!”

I only just noticed it…but Gure has a nice eye colour.

Oh…I just realised this since I now know Tokitaka grows the veg and herbs out back, but Tokitaka must’ve grown them.

Hmm…I was wondering why you’d need a spoon for chazuke, but then I realised it’s because of the soup…D’oh.

I wonder if Tokitaka also made the chopstick holders…

Update: The ikura reminds me of Hinamatsuri…

Rokuhoudou 2 (REWATCH)

(Sorry, I had a note, but I didn’t write it down fast enough so I don’t have any for this ep…)

Rokuhoudou 3 (REWATCH)

Tokitaka has a flower in his hair (during the pottery wheel scene)…cute~!

Rokuhoudou 4 (REWATCH)

“You need to chill out.” – More like “you need to calm down”, amirite??? (LOL)

Look at how badass my bois are!

Now that I’ve been seriously working on my customer service skills, I sort of get the ethic behind the Rokuhoudou workers in general.

Rokuhoudou 5 (REWATCH)

Oyaji ga Susumeru Café Iko! – “The Old Guy Recommends Cafes to Go To!”, literally speaking. However, it’s quite slang and seems to be hinting at the positive connotations of an oyaji (fondness, the sort you’d have for your dad), so I approve of the chosen translation “Daddy-o’s Café Go!”.

Oh yeah…this is the weird delusion from Isago, isn’t it? I still rmembr writing a blog post about it!

Why does Tokitaka look so evil in this one scene (where he’s helping Tsubaki), anyway?

Rokuhoudou 6 (REWATCH)

(no notes, sorry!)

Rokuhoudou 7 (REWATCH)

(no notes, sorry!)

Rokuhoudou 8 (REWATCH)

I love how Gure gets all fired up just to pedal a duck boat.

Is it just me, or does young!Gure look like he was designed by Rihito Takarai (creator of Ten Count)…?

I can’t believe this…my stomach grumbled in the middle of an espresso episode…

“Who else could it be for?” – The dog?...I’m kidding, man…don’t get so angry at me, dog lovers.

I think this might be the 2nd time I thought the kid was called “you” (2nd person pronoun), but his nam is “You” (given name).

Oh! I don’t think I noticed this special ED the first time around.

Update: Gure is a happy drunk, LOL. Also, Gure is half-Italian, with his father being Japanese. (see ep. 1 of original watch-through for corresponding notes)

Rokuhoudou 9 (REWATCH)

Is the land of love France or Italy…?

Shinchosha is real…in fact, they’re the ones who publish Rokuhoudou’s manga!

Oh, seriously, I ship it now! Isago x Hayashi, that is…and Sui x kittens.

Update: Somehow I only just ralised it…but the titular “Mont Blanc Boy” is Tsunozaki, even though technically the only boys we see in this episode are young! Kyousui and Yakyou.

Rokuhoudou 10 (REWATCH)

The Napolitan episode…this is where Astral’s post comes from.

I get the feeling this segment’s title is a shoutout to “You Don’t Know Gunma Yet”, which is in…Kurage Bunch, also by Shinchosha, if I’m remembering correctly.

Gure and Tsubaki are like children sometimes, I swear…

Kuromitsu = brown sugar. (It means “black sweetness”, literally translating and it used to confuse me so much that I want to mention it here.)

VAINO computer, eh?

Tokyo NX, LOL. (Parody of Tokyo MX, which has a lot of anime.)

Short-haired Tokitaka!

I think Koto(ko…?)’s words, in particular, were one of the best monologues in this series when it comes to relaxing by realising I wasn’t alone in my doubts of the world. “Can I make it to my dreams?” I was asking the first time I saw this and even though I haven’t achieved the dreams of past me, I just had to adjust my expectations, make some new dreams and keep on going.

Rokuhoudou 11 (REWATCH)

Good heck, Gendo-I mean, Kyousui. (re: finger tenting)

Also, there is one univeral truth about this show: don’t watch it on an empty stomach…I had to go get some food a few eps. back in this rewatch because my stomach grumbled…

When I thought of “something rich”, I thought of a pudding too. Maybe my memory is better than I thought, huh?

I thought there was something dirty on my screen…turns out it was just Gure’s beauty spot.

Rokuhoudou 12 (FINAL, REWATCH)

“I’ll wake you up, then.”

I learnt this from the manga, but Itou is the old tea vendor.

Gin-chan reminds me of the inventor Logicalist from Hina Logi.

Karamimochi. By the way, from earlier in the ep…ankoro mochi.

Neneko was meant to be into kimonos, wasn’t she…?

Nion (sic) camera, LOL.

Okay, that’s the end of my first rewatch. It’s a keeper!

Fruits Basket 25 (FINAL)

Shihan = shisho = instructor.

Notice the Jizo, protector of children.

“…didn’t have to block…”

LOL, Tohru’s shocked face going from Kyo to Yuki.

Ooh, Makoto Takei and Machi Kuragi…

Isuzu!!!

Okay, that’s the end of that. See you next time!

Demon Slayer 25

So the other butterfly mansion girls (aside from Aoi, Shinobu and Kanao) are called Naho, Kiyo and Sumi, huh?

Tanjiro is seemingly a freakin’ masochist right now to those girls…

Ooh, there’s a butterfly in a chrysalis on the title card!

It seems, based on the kanji for Tsuguko, the word literally means “inheritor”, “successor” or “one who makes [another person’s role flourish by being in it]”…Like a Legacy Character from TV Tropes. Also, “Tsuyuri” literally means “chestnut flowers fall”, if I understand the characters right.

Kanao does the Naruto run. She wants to see them aliens too!

“Putting in effort isn’t my thing.” – Now there’s a sentence after my own heart!

Why does Kanao not talk???

Kanao’s coin says “front” and “back” instad of heads and tails.

Hmm, hmm…very heterosexual reading of Kanao here. It almost makes me lose hope in the “gay Shinobu” department (not that I’m angry about that).

This guy with the hat…I swear he looks like a jellyfish…

Why do all the swordsmiths wear that mask???

There’s one thing I realised this episode…anime humour means I expect exaggerated reactions to a lot of things, such as Inosuke chipping his swords like that.

I remember being a bit annoying about the interchangeability between the translation of honoo as “fire” and “flame” when I was a Boueibu rookie...*sighs happily* good times.

Okayyyyyy…Tanjiro’s gone cuckoo…

Nezuko, Inosuke and Zenitsu, huh? There’s a combo I’ve never seen!

Mob Psycho 100 OVA

Isekai hot springs, LOL.

I think I can see Saitama’s bald head, LOL.

I think there might be CGI on this hot springs establishment…

This is Reigen, king of bulls*%$, everyone!

Nanbanzuke.

“[P]air of plumbers”, eh…?

Ooh, 8-bit graphics! Remember season 2’s early scenes? That 8-bit one was good.

Dude, Reigen…just leave the train already…then you’ll get out.

LOL, “Mobpis”...Mobpis 100, maybe?

Strangely, Teru looks vaguely hot in one frame of one scene where he has his eyes closed.

Why do I get the feeling the capybaras on TV will be relevant later…?

Now, this parallel world brings a new meaning to “Infinity Train”!

Nice callback to the opening words of s1 and 2.

…and randomly, Dimple can be seen in the red waves.

It seems Dimple likes sprouting legs these days.

Cop Craft 11

Tourte’s career…almost sounds like Trump’s…

“No one treats me like an alien.”

Don’t bring a sword to a gun fight, Tilarna…

The name “transitional crises” is perfect for this episode…geesh. Just like episode 1, there’s a cliffhanger.

Dr Stone 11

Notice the focus on E=mc2 when Senku talks about passing on knowledge.

Ahh, science…the cliché says it’s for loners, but truth be told, science works in tag teams just like anything else. (Yes, even IT, if you look at it a certain way – such as how creating your code builds upon the people who built that code and the people who made the programs you code in.

Why do all the villagers have platform shoes anyway???

Demon Slayer 26 (FINAL)

Is that woman (not the Biwa player, the other one)…Muzan?! Update: Yes.

Genya…he got so tall in 2 years(ish)…poor Tanjiro. He’s fated to kill Kibutsuji, but he’s also fated to be short.

Does every girl in this series have to fall in love with Tanjiro?!?! (or be implied to be shippable with him, even Nezuko???) I obviously don’t like that kind of direction, as you can see.

Ah, Kanao speaks…for once.

I guess Nezuko has a really loud heart voice, to contrast Kanao’s tiny heart voice, so to speak.

How does Inosuke eat anything through the boar head if he’s taking it off all the time now to do things with his mouth???

Darn that ninja Giyu, leaving as soon as he feels sentimental. (LOL)

*starts yelling at top of lungs* MU-GEN TRAIN! (roughly to the tune of TM Network’s Love Train, which I heard about a few months before this)

I just realised Tanjiro’s probably never seen a train, considering the only transport he’s ever known is maybe a carriage/cart…or maybe just his legs.

As Zenitsu’s struggling to keep up with the train, I almost expect the Harry Potter theme to play and a flying car to appear in the distance…okay, I’m kidding about the car, but I did wish for a second the Harry Potter song would play. Nur-nurr-nur-nurrrrrr-nur-nurrrrrr-nurr…(or something)

Cop Craft 12 (FINAL)

“…taking the lead in the mayoral lead.” – That sounds redundant.

Hey! It’s that one Demon Slayer joke again! (i.e. Kei used his head.)

Dead Randall: too much for TV.

I still can’t believe they properly managed to incorporate the porn case into the finale…

I watched Hellsing today and all this “Sir Matoba” this and “Sir Matoba” that made me wonder…why is Integra a “Sir” as well…?

Zelada does look like Alucard in some senses…hmm.

I think the large bruise over Kei’s eye disappeared in one of the scenes…Now it’s just under his eye.

Wait, Tilarna has a sibling??? Wuh???

I like how they transitioned into the OP, but man…talk about a fast ending. That’s a Hellsing kinda ending fo’ sure. Oh well, see you next time.

Ahiru no Sora 1

New season, new faces, new series. Let’s get into it.

Man, this sparrow freaks me out…

Lyrics from the outset. This must be something special to warrant such a thing.

I always thought Kuzuryuu (“nine-headed dragon”, literally translating) was a cool surname to have! Or just a place name, in this case.

LOL, his name is Momohara (peach field).

The arcade machine says “fist” in the back.

Uh-oh…nothing ever goes right when a boy tries peeping into the girl’s locker room…

*sigh* The male gaze…geesh.

“What are you doing?!” (Nani yatterun da?!) doesn’t translate to “This isn’t the circus!”.

Oh right…Momo = 100, chi = 1000, haru = spring, aki = autumn.

Hey, Chiaki actually got Sora’s name right for once…

Basically everything I know about basketball is from Kuroko no Basuke, so…uh…Sora’s reminding me of Kuroko right now.

Shinchou Yuusha 1

I just call this “TUEEE” instead…don’t mind me. Obviously, my target here is Ume…y’know that, right?

Most of these gods and goddesses look suckish, but I wouldn’t mind an anime about the one with the long hair and Monkey King headband.

Ristarte’s already a bundle of fun…although her leg jiggling’s a bit annoying…

(mocking) There must be a downside to this, right, Listarte…?

Can we not with boob storage??? I bet no matter how big a woman’s knockers are, you can’t store anything between ‘em in real life! (I think we’d need an anime Mythbusters for something like that…make it happen, someone!)

YesyesyesyesYES! OOH, Ristarte, you sure know how to pick ‘em! The fact he’s over 180 cm in height is…well, it’s bad for trying to kiss him, but otherwise it’s just a cherry on the cake of smokin’ HOT!

“[F]ish story”??? You mean “fishy”, right? (Oh well, seems like synonyms work too…)

I…don’t quite get this song…but I think I saw a hot guy (might’ve been a woman, but I’d like it to be a man since there are already so many women in the OP as is) about halfway through the OP. It’s a real 2 for 1 bargain here, people. Update: Argh…that’s a woman after all…

Argh! *is suddenly sabotaged by one Ariadoa* If you’ve read the Spellbook, you’ll know one of my aliases is “Aria Noyed”. It just happens to be the same as an anime and manga already, but now I have it ruining my fun here too…

LOL, did you hear that “ba-bing!” acquistion sound when Rista produced the money?

To be honest, I think regular Seiya (with the purple-highlighted armour as you see here) looks pretty hot anyway (plus Ume’s voice, which I came for), so I think I have a lock-in for the season right here.

The sakuga in this show is way too good (according to all the cubes of soil I keep seeing)!

This ED is a pretty cool bop, yo.

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Oh MyGOSH the list is everything I could ever want and more! But you tempt me with wildly AU fics and rarepairs. You fiends I love you give it all to me! Please and thankyou xoxo

Hey @whataboutthefish :)

Sorry it took a while to get to this! Following on from the last rec list we made you which featured mostly canon-ish and a couple of AUs, here are some AU and rare pair fics for you. We’ve tried to include a selection including some on the longer side and perhaps our readers can recommend more.

As always, we’ve only included selected tags, so please heed the tags when you land on AO3.

Hope you enjoy!

Recs Under The Cut

Hannigram AU:

Burn Through the Night by bymoonlight @mads–hatterExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Underage, Size Kink, Age difference, Warlord!AU, Mpreg, Alpha!hannibal, Omega!will, Eventual Fluff, Shameless SmutSummary: Hannibal, a leader of a fierce, nomadic pack, comes across a rare gem during one of his raids – a male omega.Words: 9,552 Chapters: 4/4

Consortio by kelex Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: AU, prima nocte, Alpha!hannibal, virgin omega!willSummary: Every Omega in the land is brought to the lord on the evening of their first heat. Lord Hannibal usually doesn’t choose to exercise that right, but this night’s offering is too much for him to pass up. A virgin Omega in his first heat, with brown hair, blue eyes, and a spirit that can’t be broken.Words: 23,088 Chapters: 4/4

The First Second Chance (series) by TheMarvelousMinniPinExplicit, // F/F, M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Alana Bloom/Beverly Katz, Bella Crawford/Jack Crawford, Abel Gideon/Matthew Brown // Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Alpha Hannibal, Omega Will, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hannibal is a Cannibal, Possessive Hannibal, Dominance, Submission, all consensual, No Rape/Non-con, Hallucinations, Anxiety Attacks, Trauma, Will is in the Loony Bin, Sugar Daddy Hannibal, Reluctant Sugar Baby Will, Mating Rituals, Mating Cycles/In HeatSummary: Will’s life is falling apart, as per its usual habit. He has been selected as a prize Omega in the Alpha Dominance Fights. He’s waiting for the worst to happen; he will be claimed by the victor, forcibly mated, bred, and kept away from any real life outside of the home.Hannibal is rather unwilling to let that happen. He missed his chance to tell Will his true feelings, but he may be redeemed. There is only one way to get an Omega out of a Dominance Fight: Win.Words: 42,090 Works: 3

Fortunate Souls by HotMolasses @hotmolassesExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Tentacle Sex, Underage Sex, Will is 16, dubcon, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mpreg, Bonding, Soulmates, Mating Cycles/In HeatSummary: Angry at his father, the omegan merman Will seeks the help of the sea-witch, Hannibal, to give him legs so he can escape the sea. Hannibal, seeking revenge on his nemesis, King Crawford, sees this as a golden opportunity. Neither gets what they bargained for, but both come away much richer instead.Words: 3,400 Chapters: 1/1

Omiai by extremelyperturbed Mature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Matthew Brown/Will Graham // Tags: non-cannibalism AU, Dramedy, Light Angst, Romance, Alpha Will, Omega Hannibal, Omega NigelSummary: Created in response to this kinkmeme prompt: Nigel and Hannibal are Omegas and Will is their Alpha. However, I decided to add a lot of other things like Uncle Robert trying to find someone suitable, an amused Mischa. Words: 13,562 Chapters: 10/10

Picture Imperfect by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefanExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha Will, Omega Hannibal, Photographer Will, Musician Hannibal, True Mates, Virgin Will, First Kiss, Scenting, Oral Knotting, courting, Tooth-Rotting FluffSummary: Will Graham has made a name for himself in the magazine industry for being the one and only alpha photographer that can be trusted. It isn’t that he doesn’t have hormonal urges; Will is simply able to control himself. In a society run by omegas, Will’s empathetic nature is a gift; he can easily assume the omega mindset, almost as if he shares their biology, their behavior. Omegas feel safe with Will, because he isn’t innately predatorial.He’s just walked into a photo shoot with concert harpsichordist Hannibal Lecter.He’s about to ruin everything.Words: 13,645 Chapters: 7/7

Seek Your Enemy by Della19 Mature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Cannibalism, Alternate Universe, Summary: William La Fontaine hates the opera. The music is fine, but the people are unbearable. All the backstabbing simpering society climbing omegas that look down at him for the – unwanted – attention he receives from the boorish, old money alphas, who look at him like he’s a piece of meat, caring only for his body and his last name.Also, he might have just imprinted on some alpha doctor with a foreign accent and beautifully tempting monsters in his compelling dark eyes, whom his sister thinks has a ‘serial killer face.’Will thinks it’s possible that she’s more right than she knows. It’s also possible that Will could care less.Will is going to need something much stronger than this champagne.William La Fontaine hates the opera.A Wage Your War AU, based on the idea of what if Will’s mother hadn’t left Will and his father when Will was three, as in that fic, and that he was raised in his mother’s rich household. You should read that fic first, as otherwise this one won’t make too much sense. Hannigram A/B/O.Words: 9,720 Chapters: 2/2

Tribal Relations (series) by Entity_Sylvir @tumbleweedforyouExplicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Vague historical-esque setting, Denying sex, mild violence, Possessive!Will, Will has a cool dad, Dash of politicsSummary: Hannibal pays a diplomatic visit to the leader of neighbouring tribe, and is treated to a somewhat unusual brand of negotiation. “Hello?” Hannibal greeted a little quizzically. “Do you have a message?” “Um,” the boy replied softly, seeming to have a little trouble getting his words out. “No. I—I’m here on behalf of our tribe. And our hospitality.” He gave a little hesitant smile. “Compliments of the chief.”Words: 22,560 Works: 2

Unexpected Heat Series (series) by HotSauce418 @hotsauce418Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alpha Hannibal, Omega Will, Heat on a plane, Making friends mid air, True Mates, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating BondSummary: Hannibal is flying home when the flight is almost landed due to a distressed omega.Words: 4,551 Works: 2

What We Do Is Secret by IWillBeTheEndofYou Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Sadness, Smut, Courtship, Loss of Virginity, Mating, Heat Cycles, BondingSummary: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham. Perfect strangers in an imperfect world. When Hannibal wins Will in a hand of poker, he has to convince the Omega to love him.Words: 16,750 Chapters: 12/12

Will and Hannibal’s Eggcellent adventures (series) by dandelion_wishes Mature // M/M, Multi // Series in Progress // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Matthew Brown/Will Graham // Tags: Underage, Alternate Universe - Teenagers, Alternate Universe - High School, Fluff, Romance, Gangs, Drug Use, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Murder, Child Abuse, Drug Addiction, fluff lots…, Running Away, Angst, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Awkward Flirting, Bullying, ViolenceSummary: Health class, sex ed and egg care. Joy and trials of High School. Words: 49,356 Works: 4

Rare Pairs:

Canis Majoris (series) by LectersDaughter, LittleSpacePrince Spacedogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam RakiExplicit // M/M // Tags: Alpha Nigel, Omega Adam, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Breeding, First Time, Autism, Mental Health Issues, Asperger Syndrome, Mpreg, Fluff and Smut, Outdoor Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Soulmates, Bottom NigelSummary: All he knew was the biological need to be taken and bred by an alpha, by Nigel, and that he was afraid.“Nigel… Nigel, I… I'm… Nigel, I think I presented.” Adam whispered shakily, grabbing tight to Nigel’s hand.If Nigel thought he was shocked before, he was terribly mistaken. His heart all but stopped altogether when those few words slipped from his angel’s lips.He inhaled deeply, scenting the air for that unmistakable smell. He sat up abruptly when he found it, the scent of an omega. His omega.And his omega was in heat.Words: 68,014 Works: 4

California & Beyond by TigerPrawn @desperatelyseekingcannibalsSpacedogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam RakiExplicit // M/M // Tags: Accidental meeting, Nigel has amnesia, Adam is pretending to be a beta, set after both movies, Fear/Comfort, making new friends, Wooing, courting, Dating, shirt swapping is a thing, Nigel trying so hard not to be bad, Unexpected Heat, Alpha Nigel, Omega Adam, Established Relationship, Nigel is violent, Protective Nigel, Hurt/Comfort, Nigel recovering his memories, Vulnerable Nigel, Bonding, Mating, Fluff and Smut, Happy Ending, True Mates, tiny bit of angst/hurt, discussion about pregnancy (female pregnancy), No mpreg, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Fluff and Angst, revisiting the past, Canon-Typical Violence, Wedding Fluff, Honeymoon, so. much. fluff.Summary: Spacedogs ABO series - NOW COMPLETE. Set after the events of both Adam and Charlie Countryman.Omega Adam is moving to California to take up his new job. Alpha Nigel leaves Bucharest with a head injury and amnesia and is off to start a new life in the States. The pair meet by accident and may find their lives become entwined… Charting their relationship from first awkward meeting, through shirt swapping and various trials (not least Nigel dealing with his past), to their fluffy happy ending!Words: 72,923 Works: 8

A Companionable Silence : #ValhallaEnchanted Series (series) by HotSauce418 @hotsauce418Valhalla Enchanted - Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)/ One Eye (Valhalla Rising)Explicit // M/M // Tags: Alpha One Eye, Omega Prince Charmont, First Meetings, Violence, Past use of suppressants, first heat, Mating Bites, Semi graphic violence, submitting, Consensual, Mpreg, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, heat sickness, Omega Char was raised an Alpha, Unplanned PregnancySummary: Alpha One Eye rescues Prince Charmont - neither could have anticipated the relationship that blooms between them. Words: 26,151 Works: 3

A Fair Fight by HotSauce418 @hotsauce418Young Boots - d'Artagnan/Comte de RochefortExplicit // M/M // Tags: Omega d'Artagnan, alpha Rochefort, Scent blockers, True Mates, Claiming, BondingSummary: Young omega d'Artagnan decides to leave home and join the Musketeers.Words: 3,377 Chapters: 1/1

Hop and Howl (series) by nightliferogue @slashyrogueSpacedogs - Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam RakiExplicit // M/M // Tags: Alternate Universe - Shapeshifters, Bunny Adam, Wolf Nigel, Alpha/Beta/Omega elements, Jealousy, Animal Ears, Mating Bites, Bunny Heat, mentions of mpregSummary: It all starts with a bunny shifter who has been stealing wolf shifter Nigel’s underwear. He has no idea who the thief is until they meet quite unexpectedly. Words: 5,724 Works: 3

Never Have I Ever by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefanBearDogs - Lee Fallon/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)Explicit // M/M // Tags: Alpha/Alpha, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Alpha Lee (The Big C), Casual Sex, Dirty Talk, Roleplay, Trans Character, (Hannigram In Last Chapter)Summary: After finishing an entire day’s worth of the rehabilitation required for violent alphas, Nigel hits the bar in hopes of finding a nice omega to take home with him to his cousin Hannibal’s safe house. Lee, another alpha, convinces Nigel to sleep with him, instead. Nigel’s never fucked an alpha before, and Lee is certainly easy on the eyes.Turns out there’s more to this encounter than just a simple fuck, and Nigel’s about to find himself in the right kind of trouble for a change.Words: 7,592 Chapters: 4/4

Nice and Weird by victorine @victorinebSpandexChickens - Elias (Men & Chicken)/Grigg HarrisGeneral Audiences // M/M // Tags: Alpha Elias, Omega Grigg, True Mates, First Kiss, gratuitous literary referencesSummary: Grigg’s a nice guy. Elias is a weird guy. Somehow, that might just result in something wonderful for both of them. Or: Elias joins Grigg’s book group, and manages to irritate every member. When Grigg decides to help the alpha win them over, he finds himself getting unexpectedly attached in the process.Words: 4,871 Chapters: 1/1

Oops… (Griggel ABO) (series) by TigerPrawn @desperatelyseekingcannibalsGriggel - Grigg Harris/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)Explicit // M/M // Tags: Alpha Nigel, Omega Grigg, drunken kisses, Accidental Bonding, Nigel stalking Grigg at his job with good reason!, Getting to Know Each Other, Separation Anxiety, Angst, Bonding, Sick Character, Reunions, Little bit of angst, this might be a romcom, Mating Cycles/In HeatSummary: Grigg and Nigel meet one drunken night and end up accidentally bonded, it could be the start of a horror movie, but they find they might just be meant for each other.Words: 16,441 Works: 4

Personal Interest by shiphitsthefan @shiphitsthefanBasic Chickens - Elias (Men & Chicken)/Adam TowersExplicit // M/M // Tags: Alpha Elias, Omega Adam, Humor, Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Crying, Wet & Messy, Truly Unnecessary Amounts of Come and Slick, Vaginal Fingering - omega males written as intersexSummary: All Adam Towers wants is to be taken seriously as a journalist. Unfortunately, he’s an omega, and that means he’s doomed to all of the assignments the alphas of the press pool don’t want. So here he is, on his way to interview Elias Thanatos, a reclusive man who builds dollhouses for birds.This assignment is a fucking joke.Elias, however, very much isn’t.Words: 7,368 Chapters: 1/1

Why are you smoking? by HotSauce418 @hotsauce418DogsDogs - Will Graham/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)Explicit // M/M // Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, also Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Alpha Nigel, Omega Will, Alpha Hannibal, Mating, Mating Bond, Manipulative Hannibal, Jealous Hannibal, Possessive Nigel, suprise bond, set during season 1, Stress induced heat, KidnappingSummary: “Why are you smoking?” Wills voice came out raw and deep. It had definantly been a wild night. Will furrowed his brows at Hannibal, watching the smoke slowly waft from his nose and lips seductively.The man looked at him quizzically. “You didn’t complain about that before, gorgeous.”Will heard the honeyed voice and his eyes widened.“You don’t know who the fuck I am, do you?”Words: 27,715 Chapters: 7/?

The Wolf and the Artist by Hannigrammatic @hannigrammatic Chocolate Dogs - Aiden (Blood and Chocolate)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman)Explicit // M/M // Tags: First Meetings, Werewolf!Nigel, Knotting, Rough Sex, Mating BitesSummary: “I saw you here yesterday,” Aiden spoke as he worked. “I wanted approach you but you looked like you would have bitten me.”“And I didn’t look that way today?” Nigel asked curiously, not moving an inch.“Less bitey and more glarey,” the artist said with a shrug. “I decided to risk it today.”Nigel meets Aiden and finds himself very interested indeed.Words: 6,810 Works: 2

We hope these keep you going for a while! You may also like this ongoing series by one of our mods which is both Hannigram, Hannigram AU and rare pairs -

Trope Trope: Exploring fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting (Series) by TigerPrawn @desperatelyseekingcannibalsWill Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki, Will Graham/Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Aiden (Blood and Chocolate)/Le Chiffre, Mortimer Granville/Jon Jensen, Adam Towers/Elias (Men & Chicken), Prince Charmont/One Eye (Valhalla Rising), Galahad/Tristan (Arthurian)Summary: Series of one shots and short(ish) fics, exploring different fic tropes in an Omegaverse setting. Various pairings and ratings. Words: 85,288 Works: 12

Be sure to check back in July and see what everyone has come up with for #SummertimeSlick fest!

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Needs and Urges

Idea by @syndeh and special thanks to @bluesoulfire for additional input. I wrote and edited in one go, cause I wanted to get this out before bed. Please forgive me if there is still a typo left somewhere >.< - J.

Summary: Jack has a rather... unconventional urge. He has a certain need that needs to be satisfied, and he’s found someone willing to help him. Warnings: n/a Size: 1645 words Also on AO3

Needs and Urges

Jack swallowed nervously. He’d never done something like this before. What would people think if they found out what he was up to? They’d be so weirded out for sure. Think him a freak. Jack couldn’t have that, and so he was as careful as he could. He’d left his dorm as inconspicuous as humanly possible, wearing his black hoodie. He never wore the thing on account of it being too warm and fluffy, but no-one would recognize him in it. He’d picked this night specifically too; his roommate was out, so he didn’t have to explain to Aster where he was going for so long. He’d never live it down if the burly Australian found out about this; this weakness was too easy to exploit.

With his hood up, Jack cut through a block via back-alleys. Just through here, and he’d be at his destination.

He’d never met this guy before, but they’d been talking for a while now. He got his number through a website that specialized in this sort of thing.

Jack felt pretty comfortable talking to his host, which was nice. They’d shared some pictures, and those beautiful green eyes had immediately won him over. From what Jack had seen, he was in for a great evening. That didn’t do much to calm his nerves though. His stomach was doing loop-di-loops and his mouth was as dry as the Sahara desert midsummer.

Highland Park. This was it. Just a regular apartment building in a regular apartment block in an totally average part of town. All these neighbors totally unaware of Jack’s presence, and the things Jack was going to do. The needs he had. Across the street, he could see someone hanging up their laundry on their balcony. Big, white sheets. So blissfully unaware.

He looked at the name cards next to the door, following the increasing numbers with his eyes.

914. Hamish Haddock.

He pushed the button next to the name. His heart was like a pneumatic drill.

“Hello?”

“Hey. It’s Jack.”

“Come on up. I’ll put a collar on.”

The door buzzed, bringing Jack one step closer to fulfilling his fantasies. Or some of them, at least. He considered taking the stairs to buy himself a little more time but immediately realized how ludicrous that was. He didn’t want to arrive at his pet-date all sweaty.

The elevator smelled vaguely like piss. Jack scrunched up his nose and tried not to breathe too much. He hummed an inprov elevator tune instead.

Ping.

Doors slid open. Not smoothly, but not super rusty either. Just functional. It was the overall impression Jack got from this building. Nothings special. Just functional.

He walked down the hallway and stopped in front of apartment 914. He raised his hand, but before he could even knock he heard sounds from the other side of the door.

“Stay,” a muffled voice commanded. Jack’s heart sped up a notch, achieving mid-skydive levels.

His legs wanted to run, but his heart wanted to stay. This was it. Oh how he’d waited for this opportunity. Longed for it more than anything else. His secret desires, finally acted upon.

The door swung open, revealing a brown-haired man of around Jack’s age. He was wearing black jeans and an olive green t-shirt. In his right ear glistened an earring, and his freckled face was sporting a warm smile. His eyes betrayed a nervous undertone though, revealing he was probably not feeling unlike Jack. An electrifying mix of excitement, suspense, and anxiety.

“Hi.” Jack voice cracked and he coughed awkwardly. The brunet chuckled.

“Come on in.” He stepped aside and let Jack into his little hallway. The door to the living room was closed.

“So. You’re Jack.”

“Yeah. Ehm… nice to meet you? Hamish?” That wasn’t intended to sound like a question. Actually, this was not at all how Jack had envisioned - and maybe even rehearsed, don’t judge - his greeting. Fuck.

“Hiccup is what my friends call me.” They awkwardly shook hands in the slightly restricted space. “So ehm… are you ready for this?”

“Fuck yes.”

Hiccup laughed again. “Good. He got pretty excited when I put on his collar.” He motioned to the door. “After you.”

Jack put his hand on the door handle. He hesitated. Behind this door was his pet for tonight. He could play as much as he wanted with him. He really wanted this, talking and plotting things with Hiccup for weeks. It might be a tad… unconventional, but he was sure. This is what he needed. He opened the door…

… and was greeted by a big, heavy, furry creature with a big, wet tongue. He got a few good licks in his face before Hiccup pulled the furball back by his collar.

“Toothless, no.” Hiccup warned sternly. “Sit.”

The black shepherd obliged and Jack laughed, wiping down his face with his sleeves.

“You weren’t kidding when you said he was excited.”

“Yeah, he thought we were going for a walk. He doesn’t wear a collar inside, but it’s good to have something to hold him with when stran- new people come over.”

“It’s okay to say it, I am a stranger.”

“Well not really. We’ve talked a lot by now. You’re just new to Toothless at this point, I’d say.”

“You flatter me. Makes it sound a bit less weird too.” Jack knelt down and held out his hand. Even without a command, Toothless shook his paw. “Good boy,” Jack praised. He tried to give ‘his’ pet a scratch behind his ears, but Toothless pulled back, sniffing at the unknown hand. Apparently Jack smelled okay. Toothless licked his hand once from then on, Jack was allowed to pet him to his hearts content.

Hiccup said Toothless normally isn’t allowed on the couch, but since this was a special occasion it was okay if they put a blanket on it. Thus Toothless was lying half on the blanket and half on Jack’s lap while they had some casual conversation. Hiccup put on a movie against any silences, but of course Jack’s focus was mainly on their canine companion.

“Oh man. I’m so glad we could meet for this.”

“It’s not every day someone wants to meet just to pet my dog,” Hiccup laughs. “I mean sometimes kids at the park but that’s about it.”

Jack blushed. “Sorry, I’m a bit weird.”

“No, not at all!” Hiccup waved with his hands. “I think this is awesome! And Toothless loves the attention.”

“I gotta admit I felt pretty weird and creepy coming here.” Jack bit his lip, glancing at his host. “But I’m glad I did. This is amazing.”

“I’m glad you struck up conversation online,” Hiccup nodded. “Wanna take him for a walk?”

The night was clear, and the streets were illuminated in their standard, yellow-ish glow. They walked to a dog-park nearby, where they could play fetch with Toothless. Hiccup had a ball with lights, which made sure they could always see where it went. That, and it looked hella cool to hurl a lit ball into the night.

“Everyone should have a pet,” Hiccup mused. “They’re so good for you.”

“Hmhmm. It sucks so bad they’re not allowed in the dorm,” Jack replied. “Only fish.”

“And a pet-rock doesn’t quite scratch that itch either, does it?”

Jack laughed. “Nope. Close though. If only they were a bit softer to pet.”

“You know, I think you can come and visit Toothless more often. If you want.”

Jack looked at Hiccup, trying to see his facial expression, but it was too dark. “Really?”

Hiccup took the ball from a gaping Jack and threw it, sending the pitch black dog after it, into the darkness. “Yeah. You get along great with him. And don’t think I couldn’t tell how much you loved it when he used you as a pillow.” If it weren’t for his lit collar, Toothless would be completely invisible as he brought back the ball.

“You wouldn’t mind? I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nah. Maybe have dinner together next time?”

Jack hoped Hiccup didn’t see how childishly happy he was right now. He’d be so embarrassed if he did. Cause secretly the dog’s owner wasn’t half bad either… Jack couldn’t quite tell if he was so happy because of the abundance of petting and play, or because of the good company. Maybe both?

Either way, he’d been lost in thought just a bit too long. “God that sounds a lot like I’m asking you on a date. Sorry.” Hiccup threw the ball again. “Don’t wanna creep you out.”

“I’d love to.” Jack replied, finally.

“What? Dinner and petting or a date?”

“Yes.”

They laughed. “Let’s get back.”

When they got home, it was almost 1 am. The bus Jack had took on his way here wasn’t going to take him home. He wondered how to travel now, but Toothless had no such worries. The shepherd yawned, stretched, and lay himself onto Jacks feet.

“Well, looks like you’re not leaving now. Never wake a sleeping dog.” They both laughed.

“I gotta get home somehow though.”

“You could stay,” Hiccup offered carefully. “You can crash on the couch if you want.”

“Not afraid I’m gonna steal your TV?”

“Toothless will trip you up, even if he doesn’t mean to.”

“He doesn’t sleep on the bed with you?”

“I might have a king-sized bed, but he’s staying on the floor.”

“Harsh.”

“Hey, you’re not the one that has to wake up with half a dog worth of hair in his mouth.”

Jack laughed. “Okay. I guess I could stay.”

“Sweet. Another movie before bed?”

“As long as it’s not Hachi.”

“Not everything is about dogs with me. I got robots too,” Hiccup argued.

“Sure it isn’t. Furry.”

“Says the guy who came over just for petplay.”

“Touché.”

#j writes #hijack #frostcup #hehehe I hope I managed to pull off the surprise #SFW

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