#excuse me sir will you uhhh marry me

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Pollo Loco

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

The pre-episode conversation:

Wench: Here it is.  You ready?  ARE YOU READY??? 

Jezebel: YUSSSSS

Wench: I CAN'T HEAR YOU: ARE YOU READY??!?!?!

Jezebel: YUSSSSSSSSSSS

Wench: Okay.  OKAY.  Here.  We.  Go.

Jezebel: AHHHHHHHHHH! READYYYY????

Wench: YESSS

Jezebel: 3!  2!  3!  4!  5!

Wench: alsdkfjladskjf Gooooo

Jezebel: 4!  3!  2!  1!  GOOOOO

– – – 

GOD DAMN NOW A LIVE CHICKEN…  Ma’am!

Foreshadowing

I FEEL YA OC

I FEEEL YAAAA OC! ☠️☠️

It’s Ben  [Ben ded]  Oh?  [That's what they just said; they found a dead body with a barcode, and it's Ben]  Well now I’m confused

Bby Ben  [He was a storyteller :(]  😭😭😭

Wot?  [Was this about the Nomlies?]  I think yeah lol  [Nomlies are, essentially, Manticore rejects.  Flawed genetics, personalities, etc, to the point that they've been moved to the basement for reprogramming or permanent retirement]

…. Wait.  Wait.  🤔🤔🤔🤔  WAIT.  Isn’t that how she… Is this 🤔🤔🤔  [SPEAK]  Is this the future and the episode is leading up to the death?  [*whistles*]

[Nope.  I just lied to you]  You.  My friend.  Are a *redacted OFMD!Izzy cursing*

[Ma'am didn't say the nickname :(]  LINTLICKERRR  [There we go]  🙂

OOOOHHHH AHHHHH  [This is a thing now :)]  LIKE FUCKING NAILLSSSSS ON A CHALKBOARD

Bruh  [Ma'am didn't even wait for a response]  WHY NOT TELL HIM  [Max is being Max again, what can I say]  *sigh*

[I'm actually starting to recognize the kids this go-round]  

Holy hell deep voice

[I don't know if that kid's dealing with the tryptophan thing btw]

When he said the blue lady was he referring to the Virgin Mary?  [Yup.  Ben storytelling again]

ACKLESSSSS HAS ARRIVEDDDD  [He has indeed]

BUDDY WHATCHA DOING 👀👀👀  [Being homicidal.  As one does.]  

👀👀👀

Well damn

[Okay, look.  I know we know that she was lying.  But to be fair.  It's kinda ridiculous that they act like the kids would all be recognizable.  It's been.  11.  Years.]  Yeah that’s fair… But I mean I think I look like me from 11 years ago ☠️  [You didn't go through puberty in that time tho.  I think they were like.  9]

["Closest thing to a brother"  Bitch, ZACH IS SUPPOSED TO FILL THAT SPOT]  Excuse you Zach doesn’t need to be filling no spots 👀😮‍💨🤢  [MA'AM WATCH THE SHOW]

‘Cause I’m an angsty bitchhhhhhh  *sigh*

[Church]  Time to repent.  Then kill the priest.  Then repent again.  ["There's things, there's…people… feelings that I want to experience differently than I have before"]  🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Awww man… Teef.  That’s brutal.  Blech  [“Summer teef.  Sum 're teef, sum 'ren't”]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

☠️☠️☠️☠️ Noooo

Priest is like… ma’am you gud  [No, she ain't]

I had stuff to say but Ackles has reappeared instead (like an Angel)

Oooh jumpscare

The smileee

The smile is gone  🙁

Uhhh no… I don’t

Speed run  ["Blurring," in the in-universe speak]

☠️☠️☠️ I swear he comes in so randomly WITH GROCERIES  like

– – – 

Wench: What were you saying when Ackles showed up? alskdjf

Jezebel: 😮‍💨😮‍💨  It was a joke and I don’t fully remember it enough to retype ☠️  Ackles just rewired my brain and it erased.  Irrelevant.  Non existent.

Wench: :))) Fair

Jezebel: But noooo the smile at Max 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I-  I swoo— I’m married sir how dare you

Wench: Nooo

Jezebel:  I- I have forgotten how to midpoint! All I wanna do is fangirl rn ☠️ and he’s only been in two scenes

Wench: I almost spilled my cereal at that one alksdjflaksdjf  But I understand completely

Jezebel: Will be a better endpoint

Wench: Aight… on we go?

Jezebel: YESSSS

– – – 

The priest is gonna get ded

“Faith in the lady”  That’s… ok  🤣🤣🤣

Priest is like… shit.  Time to find another line of work

[The eagerness with which he seized on the soldier explanation 😭]  😭😭😭

“The lady”  I’m dying

Oh noooo

I fucking jumped

["I'm not a liar"... murder = okay, lying = not.  This says something]

Ok I see what he’s doing I think

I’d be ded.  “Slide the wot IN WHERE!?!  Pretty boy help!”

“Click”?  Oh, or maybe it was loaded after all

Poor priest

A lot, lady.  A lot

[Poor Ben having a crisis of faith :(]  💔💔💔 Damn.  It be like that kid

Oooop  [He invaded her perch]  He gonna start talking in circles now  [He already did... Devour-coded]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️

[THIS IS THE "SHE"!  (The one I said to be concerned about)]  Ohhhh… That wants the kids killed?  [Yup]

[X5-493 = Ben, btw]  494 Alec?  [Yup.  And X5-452 = Max, iirc]

Ohhhhh military Karen  [She calls him Deck]  Milataren… Lintlicker and Militaren.

[Oop- Ben is back.  Important scene!]

Bruh he looked back like oh shit  [She annoys me here too btw.  Like.  bro, your brother is clearly losing himself.  And you're more interested in being bitchy about it than being caring.  “Bet he’d love to figure out what the hell went wrong with you.” Whyyyy did that need to be said?]

Lintlicker is like a fucking dog fighter with his little gaggle of pit bulls

Oh shit, crazy kids  [Azazel-coded]  Ooooof, trueee  [I heard it in his voice alksdj]  

[he wears fine blood well]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️  [Sorry, kinda had to]

Logan whatchu doin  [He sneak]

Lintlicker whatchu doin  [He protecc his kid]

Oooop- Logan you been had

["You think because she's so pretty, she isn't as dangerous?"  Bruh, there was a whole unit designed to use attraction as a weapon asldkfj  *cough cough* Alec]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

[I'd be concerned about Ben too, tbh]

Ooooop  [“Do you hate yourself that much?”  Yes  He does.  Have you not been watching?]

[This woman sees her brother losing himself and is like.  Aight.  I got this.  Let me make it worse!]  ☠️☠️☠️

AHHHH 

NOOOOO 

THE SAD

OMG HIS HEIGHTTT.  It’s visible here

YOU COULDN’T HAVE DONE THAT THE WHOLE TIME???  [Her physical acting there was so weird]

Ooooop

Oh.  The forest.  THE forest.  Ack.  ACKKKK.  [:)]

[This man playing the actual original comic book villain: "It seems his faith wasn't strong enough."]  RIGHT

OH CRAZY SMILE

BRUH

HOLY SHIT

Oh.  Oh that’s broken.  Ack

OH SHIT

ACK

AAAAAAACK  ["Ben, I can't carry you; we'll both get caught"  Bitch, tell that to your pilot-episode self]

ACKKKKKKK

HIS VOICE  [I KNOW]

ACHKKS

Nooooooo

Why couldn’t you just do it

Why

We don’t need a story

Ack

Ooooof

Ack  [Coherency has gone bye-bye]

Welp… Ack

Mood, Max

I’m

Um

Ack

Also tho.  The thing back then isn’t entirely fair they were kids

The priest is gonna be like…. Nope

[Priest survived, but he also has a weirdo barcode tattooed on his neck, and that's gonna make his life hella tricky in s2]  Ohhhh, he comes back?  [Nope.  They forget about it.  But everyone learns about the Manticore barcodes.  And that's the main way of IDing transgenics.  So like… Buddy boutta get slammed.]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️ Fair

– – – 

Jezebel: So, like, endpoint….  What even is an endpoint?

Wench: "Ack,” perhaps?

Jezebel: What even is life?  I’m not ok

Wench: I broke you alskdjf

Jezebel: … Ack.  Which is like ack…les. So even more ack.  I hope you and the minions are satisfied.  Evil.  Evillllll!  ACKKKK!!!!!  I AINT EVEN GET ANY JAM PONY TO MAKE IT BETTER

Wench: Okay, but s2 is better!  Alec is only three episodes away!

Jezebel: I got two seconds of OC- THAT’S A WHOLE THREE HOURS AWAY!  😭 180 minutes

Wench: Do you see what I mean about it being the best episode of season 1 though?

Jezebel: Yes!�� It very much so was!

Wench: HAH!

Jezebel: Also noooooo the titleeee makessss sense nowwwwww!!!  Ackkkkkkkkk  What am I doing with this pain????  It’s like a reverse gift

Wench: You just kinda acked your way through the emotional scenes; I sent the script so you can compose your thoughts :)

Jezebel: Ohhhh.  Well… That was a lot of 😦 Like, I get him going crazy.  Also, I think I missed a part of Logan saying he had been doing this for a while (How long is the part I missed)

Wench: I don't think they said how long it was.  But, regardless, Lydecker's been covering for Ben.  Shutting down the investigations and all.

Jezebel: And, about that… On one hand I could go the anti Lintlicker route and say he’s only covering his ass because the woman wants to put them down and he doesn’t want to. And it’s nothing about him caring about them or anything.  But I could also go the pro Lydecker route and say he was trying to cover it up to get to him so they could in his eyes fix the problem and he would have another “kid” home.

Wench: I think it's probably a mix of both, tbh. He does care about them, but, like we've discussed, in a twisted kinda way?  So it might have been a "bring him home if we can" kinda thing.  And… thoughts on Max?

Jezebel: She was meh at best this episode but the end, with the story, I really felt for her.

Wench: Yeah, I get that.  I don't fully agree --- I think her handling of the Ben situation was pretty atrocious, tbh, even if it did end up working for a bit --- but otherwise... yeah, not bad.  And the end was kinda hard to fully hold against her.  (Also, talk about a picturesque death scene alsdkfj)

Jezebel: Right?! Like, oh, let’s have this lovely scenery, and plop a dead kid in his sister’s arms… oh, and sister is the murderer… Like… Wot?  Ack

Wench: Also, the childishness of the way he was speaking tho 😭

Jezebel: I KNOWWW  😭😭😭😭  Budddyyyyy

Wench: Honestly, the character as a whole has that quality.  He's so... beseeching.  Legitimately, all he wants is someone to understand 😭  He tries to get that with the priest in the confessional --- "I'm a soldier"--- and with Max at the tower --- "Don’t tell me you don’t wake up with the sound of your heart pounding in your ears." --- and then again with Max at the end.  Even the goading-Max-into-hitting-him bit.  He wanted her to understand the violence and she didn't even give him that 😭

Jezebel: 🥺🥺🥺 I just 😭😭😭😭 He’s such a good actorrrrr  😭😭😭

Wench: Agreed... *sigh*  But there ya go!  Ben episode!

Jezebel: *sigh* indeed!

Wench: Final thoughts?

Jezebel: … ACK

#dark angel #dark angel reactions #reactions #episode reactions #s01e17 #pollo loco #max guevara #logan cale #ben #jensen ackles #jezebel (pr)

[kaepopsicle]

Nct dream react to you saying i love you first? thx

hii yes I can lovely :))

nct dream reaction. their s/o saying ily first.

— mark

you guys were sitting on his bed, you’re just scrolling on your phone while your bf was playing his guitar; you have only have been dating for 2 months; but it’s felt like forever. you came across a really funny meme and you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, you startle mark as he fell off the bed. “oh my god are you okay?” you say in between laughs, not being able to fully focus, “yeah you just scared me!” he said chuckling before you look down at him on the floor, you point and laugh at him and reach down a hand for him to pull so he could get back up; but he ends up pulling you down on top of him. you start laughing even more before the words popped out of your mouth. “I love you.” he stops. freezes and looks at you, “you what?” you sigh before repeating yourself “god mark I said I love you.” he smiles before grabbing the side of your face and kissing you. your soft lips and kisses fill the atmosphere.

— renjun

you and renjun were just hanging around at the park playing i - spy — “I spyyyyy brown” you say as you see a squirrel run by, renjun looks around “oh my god uhhh,,” he sees the squirrels and laughs “is it that squirrel?” you give him a grumpy face before crossing your arms. “how are you so good at this game?!” you pout as you stomp ahead, renjun laughs before running up to you and spinning you around so you can face him. “bc you make it easy my love; plus that squirrel looked just like you.” you roll your eyes “meh meh meh” you turn around, smacking him in the face with your hair a bit before stomping ahead. “babeeee I’m sorryyy” he chuckles before running up to you again,, “nope don’t even try” you look away and cross your arms. “Ahhh stoppp you love meee.” He says as he starts poking your side, making you move and giggle. “Stop stop!!” You laugh as you try running away, he grabs your side and pulls you into a back hug. The smile on your face was so bright and big. He starts kissing your neck tickling your skin. “Ahh okay okay! I love you I love you!! Stop” you giggle once more. He stops and stares at you, turns you around and pulls you close by your waist. “you what? did I hear that correctly?” you blush “yes, I love you huang ren-“ before you could even finish your sentence he pulls you in closer and kisses your lips. While whispering “I love you too.”

— jeno

your bf jeno finally convinced you to go to the gym with him, “ugh ugh this is so heavy babe” you try and lift up one of his many weights. he laughs at you before lifting up his own thing, as his muscles flex. you stare a little too long; before he looks at you “you like the view?” You immediately blush before turning to look away. “No no not at all! I just wanted to prove I can do better than you.” he rolls his eyes and chuckle before putting down his weights to watch you. you quickly stammer around to find a decently sized weight. You try picking it up before tripping backwards and falling. “Ah!” “Oh my god babe!” he shouts before running over. you start laughing hysterically on the ground, “AHAHAHAHA THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE.” jeno rolls his eyes, smiles and falls backwards; laying down. “I hate you. oh my god” you still laughing, smacks his thighs. “boy I love you too.” he stops and stares at you through the corner of his eye. You get wide eyed as you see a grin appear on his face. He tackles you to the ground before kissing your neck and cheek. “Ah ah okay okay okay, does this mean you love me too?” You smile. He stops and connects his eyes with yours. “of course I do. I’ve just been waiting for you to say it first.” You roll your eyes before pulling him down to kiss.

— haechan

you guys were doing a painting class together just to have some time together and a break from haechans hectic life style; you were trying to focus on the instructor but haechan kept painting your arm with different colors; “babe stop I’m trying to focus” he chuckles “I don’t care, focus on me” he says as he flicks some paint on to the side of your face. you gasp before turning your head slowly facing him. “you did not just do that” he smiles softly before running away; as you grab your whole container of paint. “EXCUSE ME SIR AND MADAM CAN YOU PLEASE SIT DOWN!” you chase him around the room as the teacher is yelling at you. “NO BC THIS JERK THREW PAINT ON ME!” “HAHA ITS ONLY BC YOU LOVE MEE” he says running around the side of someone else’s paint easel; you groan before throwing paint on him “AH JUST ADMIT YOU LOVE ME HAHAHA” HE SAYS screaming while holding up a chair in front of you. “FINE YES I DO! I LOVE YOU!” he stops for a second and lowers the chair, before smirking and lifting it back up again “HA I KNEW IT! OF COURSE YOU DO!” you groan before throwing the whole paint container at him. “that’s it. you two. out” the teacher points at the door, you guys look at each other and burst out laughing before walking out, you still having paint on your hands; smear it on his face before running down the street.

— jaemin

“babe it’s really not that big of a deal” you say walking into your apartment with your boyfriend. “noT that big of a deal?? Excuse me I asked for 3 shots of espresso and they gave me 2, that barista was lucky that I was with my girlfriend bc I would’ve gone off.” You roll your eyes before throwing yourself and your coat on the coach. “babe just shut up and come pick out a movie with me” you flip through the variety of different movies and genres on the tv as he walks over still complaining about his coffee. “no no that barista didn’t understand how important this was to me, like I LOVE my coffee and they just ruined it for me.” you put a hand on his thigh and squeeze it as you roll your eyes. “Okay well babe your coffee doesn’t love you back I love you, so can you drop it so we can watch a movie.” You say as you turn to look at the tv, unrealizing what you said and how he was in the middle of drinking his TWo shOt EsPresSO coFFeE; nearly choking on it he replies back “say that again.” you look at him “say what again?” “What you just said, say that again but slower.” You rolls your eyes. “I love you Na Jaemin. There I said it now can we please just focus on picking out a movie to watch.” He puts his coffee down before pulling you close to his face. You stammer and get flustered as your nose lightly brush against each other. “I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that.” He crashes his lips against yours. Kissing you messily but gentle.

— chenle

your bf chenle and you were going to the market to pick out some snacks for your movie night, you got into a shopping cart while chenle pushed you around; you were screaming as he pushed you really fast around the aisles, “babe! watch out don’t run into anything!” You scream as you whip around facing him, “I’ll be fineeeee; trust me” five seconds after him saying that he runs you into a display knocking over a whole tower of beans. you both stop and stare. “HEY YOU KIDS!” A store worker looks over and yells at you guys “oh shit!” You both say simultaneously; he quickly picks you up out of the cart as you guys run holding hands. “HAHAHAHA! THIS IS FUN!” You shout as you sprint around the corner! “HAHA YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON ID WANT TO DO THIS WITH!” he shouts back. “ZHONG CHENLE I LOVE YOU!” you say without hesitation as you guys run; almost out of the store. he stops. “woah woah did you just say you love me?” you a couple feet ahead turn around and smile. “was it too soon?” you say scratching your head. “no it was perfect.” he says before walking up to you and pulling you close and kissing your warm lips. “HEY STOP THERE” the kiss was broken by the sound of the employees, you chuckle before continuing running out.

— jisung

going to an arcade with your bf jisung was always your favorite thing to do, just being able to spend time with him alone; away from all his crazy brothers. you guys ended up finishing one of those virtual roller coaster rides before finding a photo booth. “Ooo babe let’s take some pictures!” You say as you pull your tall bf over, he doesn’t say anything and just smiles before hopping in. “Oh? there’s different filters” he said as he looked at all the controls on the touch screen. “Omg do that one!” You point to a dog filter, “wah” jisung blushed before clicking it, you guys smile, do a silly picture, then you decide to take a leap of faith, before the next click of the camera, you whisper in his ear an “I love you” and a quick peck on the cheek. his body turned frozen before he looked over at you, even though his body was cold, his cheeks were brushed with warmth and rosiness. you quickly got out to look at the pictures while jisung was still stuck in his position. you chuckle at the sight. “babe cmon I didn’t say marry me, I just said I love you; now come look at this pictures.”

#I hope you liked this !!! #most of them kiss you when you say it HAHA #nct dream #mark #renjun #jeno #haechan #jaemin #chenle #jisung #nct dream fluff #mark fluff #renjun fluff #jeno fluff #haechan fluff #jaemin fluff #chenle fluff #jisung fluff #nct dream reactions #nct reactions #nct fluff

[will-noble-owns-my-ass]

Claire’s lines: Derry Girls Season 3 Episode 1: The Night Before @goodboybadrep-ooc ❤️ Sorry it’s just Claire’s lines. But it was too quick 😂

Can I ask something? How much longer are we gonna ignore the elephant in the room?

It’s tomorrow girls. Tomorrow! Christ I feel sick

I know that I’m not worried about me I’m worried about you 4! If you fail your GCSE’s the school won’t take you back! I’m don’t wanna have to make new friends from scratch I’ll have enough on my plate with the A levels! I’m just praying you lot scrape by.

I know

I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside of your wee shop. Well uhh uhhh is there anything in particular you’d recommend Dennis?

Okay well.. we’re just having a bit of a read

What happened sister? Right

You have the results already? You know how we did?

It means we failed Erin it means no GCSE’s ergo no A levels. Ergo No university. Ergo the end.

I knew I should have cut ties with you lot a long time ago

Of course it’s your fault! You’ve dragged me down to your level! Your stupidity has finally rubbed off on me! I was a scholar when I met you Erin! A scholar!

Our lives are over

Passing those exams was our only chance! We’re girls! We’re poor! We’re from Northern Ireland and we’re catholic! For Christ’s sake!

Oh thank you Michelle that’s very reassuring!

Oh my god (multiple times)

How?

*unintelligible* this plan might be a little flawed

Shouldn’t we wait till dawn?

How?

Jackie Ryan? Jackie Ryan the caretaker? He’s about 60 that’s disgusting! That’s elder abuse and he’s married that is the most— [Jackie Ryan’s son] Oh right

I’d rather not smash the shit out of it if you don’t mind Michelle

What are we playing at? This is breaking and entering girls!

Think I’m coming out in a rash

Oh Jesus Christ what was that let’s go let’s go hurry up

Why are we walking backwards?

No

That’s fair too much

It was wasn’t it ? They didn’t actually say where they were taking it did they? Actually now that I think about it weren’t those computers relatively new?

Right so is it a bit weird that two men we’ve never seen before just sorta took away a load of really expensive equipment in the middle of the night?

It’s just that now on reflection I’m slightly worried we might have accidentally helped burgle the school

Oh merciful Jesus!

You have my full cooperation Sir

There’s been a terrible mistake officer

Like that matters Erin! We’re Catholic for Christ sake! Have you never seen In the name of the father? They’ll think nothing of sending us down for a crime we didn’t commit we’ll be like the Guildford four or the *unintelligible* six

Excuse me ma’am can I just say we are absolutely willing to give evidence against these guys if there is a deal on the table

(LIAM NEESON APPEARS! Michelle is my spirit animal this scene)

Sir

Why can’t we speak to a solicitor

It was Hans Hans and his friend they did it

Oh God there’s no winning they’ll just wear us down until we say we did it will be forced to sign false confessions

How

Thank you Colum (Sp?)

Christ this could not get any worse

I stand corrected

straight A’s Straight A’s

You said we failed

Why?

We passed

We did it (multiple times)







#derry girls #channel 4 #partial transcript #subtitles #claire devlin #nicola coughlan

[ice-assiest]

☾ MOON CHILD ☽ Part 2. Bolin x Bloodbender Reader

♡ part one 

 ♡ word count: 9k omg I’m sorry y’all also thank you so much for the positive feedback from the first part it literally means the world to me

♡ requested by: @the-quackson-brothers​ !!!

♡ “maybe do where the reader is Sokka’s child/grandchild and they have Sokka personality but with more shyness to it! The reader is a waterbender and blood bender but no one knows expect for Korra and Katara. Reader uses it against Amon." 

♡ Pairing: Bolin x Bloodbender Reader (Grandchild of Sokka)

♡ Warnings: nothing crazy! the teeniest bit of steam at the end and an old man w sharp teeth

“Let’s check out Bolin’s usual hangout first.” Mako suggested as the both of you uncomfortably shifted up and down on Naga’s back, still getting used to the feel.

“Alright, just show me the way.” Korra skillfully lead the polar bear dog.

The sounds of the city were loud in your ears, reminding you of its busyness. You watched as the shadows of people entered and exited buildings, the chances of finding Bolin seeming slimmer and slimmer.

“I think we should split up.”

“Huh?” Korra turned around, her expression filled with concern.

“It’s just, I think we need to find him quickly. You and Mako can go to where we were going to go, and I want check the Cactus Juice Bar.”

“(Y/N), I don’t know that sounds dangerous. You don’t know the city well and I don’t want you to get lost or hurt-“ Korra began, but it was you who cut her off.

“I’ll be alright Korra, trust me.” She quietly looked back at you, signaling Naga to stop. The three of you got off of the polar bear dog but Korra pulled you to the side.

“(Y/N), I trust you. I know this is something you already think about all the time but no matter what happens you can’t let people know you’re a blood bender. It’s illegal. And I know you like Bolin a lot, just don’t do something crazy.” She said with a whisper, glancing around her before proceeding, “Not that you would do it anyways, just be safe.” A sigh left her mouth and you could see the distress in her face.

You reached up to give her a hug but stopped in your tracks.

Clink.

Your head quickly turned to the direction of the sound, eyes scanning the dark alleyway besides the both of you.

“(Y/N)! Are you even paying attention?”

“Yes! I promise I was! I feel like I should be the one warning you not to do anything crazy, now go have fun on your date with Mako!” You teased, her eyes widened at your words.

“You ready to go?” Mako called out from besides Naga.

“Yeah!” She responded, giving you one final look over before joining him. You waved to the both of them as you watched them ride off into the distance. Now for your destination, the Cactus Juice Bar.

“Excuse me young miss,” An older man’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts as their shoulder bumped into yours.

“You’re fine.” You muttered before feeling something different, your ring. It was gone. “Hey!” You turned around, shouting at the old man that you were sure took it from you. He turned around, eyes wide as he began to run away.

You felt yourself becoming light-headed as your body filled with panic. That was you dad’s ring. How could someone casually take something that important away from you?

Anger flooded your mind as you reached for the vial of water that lay at your side. You thought of water bending but there were too many people around. He began to get farther away from you, almost lost in the crowd of Republic City citizens, but still in sight. The only way to get it back would be to-

The image of Katara’s pain filled eyes became present in your mind, you couldn’t. You simply watched as he disappeared into the sea of people with a heavy heart.

“Not even two minutes by myself and look what happened.” You said with a sigh, now officially en route to the Cactus Juice.

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The air in the back of the truck was thick, a dispirited expression on every bender’s face. Their thoughts may have varied individually but one question bounced between them all, what’s going to happen?

Bolin’s eyes fell downwards, as one more person got thrown into the back of the truck. An old man gagged and bound like the rest of them. His thoughts then shifted to you.

“Hey kid, you want me to take off your tie?” The old man whispered; his mouth no longer confined by the cloth that everyone else had tied around theirs. Bolin looked at him in confusion, eyes wide as he tried to deduce how that happened.

“I got sharp teeth!” The man exclaimed, flashing his razor-sharp smile. He began leaning closer to Bolin’s face, the earth bender shaking his head furiously and releasing muffled grunts of protest, not wanting him to get any closer than he already was. Although it seemed that sharp teeth did not get the message as he grabbed the cloth that was tied around Bolin’s mouth with his own and gnawed his way through it in a way that reminded Bolin of Pabu.

“Oh, uh, thanks I guess?”  Despite the fact that the man hadn’t touched him he still felt oddly violated.

“My name’s Rif Raf Rag and I can’t stand silence.” He said with a booming laugh, echoing through the back of the truck. Bolin cringed at the volume of Rag’s voice, wondering when the chi-blockers would come and tie them back up again.

“I’m Bolin! Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, wish it were under different circumstances.” He looked Bolin up and down. “Just kidding! I would never talk to you otherwise.” He said with another loud punch of laughter, the person next to Rag started to make muffled noises, clearly asking to be reunited with their freedom of speech.

“Lightning Bolt Zolt?!” Bolin exclaimed; the man who had seemed too large to him as a child was now someone he could meet the gaze of albeit still nervous.

“I’d take yours off too, I really would pal, but my jaw needs a break. We have all the time in the world though I’ll do it eventually.” Rag’s words rang true as not one bender felt movement of the truck, wherever they were, they were definitely stagnant.

“Now Bolin,” The old man said, snapping his face towards him. “Talk to me!”

Bolin felt uncomfortable for a number of reasons, one could be largely attributed to Rag’s lack of personal space, the other reason could be that all the kidnapped benders were looking towards the pair.

“Uhhh, why are your teeth so sharp?” Bolin asked, the smiling old man disappeared at his words.

“Get ready for a tale.”

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Outside was a pond surrounded by peaceful turtle-ducks, small flowers and leaves shooting up from the areas around it. The calmness of it being the direct opposite of what was happening in the building that rest behind it.

“Amon sir!” An equalist rushed into the meeting room, shutting the door quickly behind him. When he looked up he was faced with Hiroshi Sato, Amon, and his principle Lieutenant.

“This better be important,” The lieutenant threatened. A meeting between Amon and Sato being quite the occasion to walk in on.

“It is! I promise,” The man began. “I was in the city when I saw the Avatar.” Despite his nerves and hesitant demeanor, his words peaked Amon’s interest.

“Continue.”

“I have reason to believe she’s going to be at the rally tonight, and I have even more reason to believe she’s bringing a blood bender. For the revelation demonstration we took one of the Avatars friends, they’re looking into his location now. I also believe the blood bender has a uh, special type of relationship with their earth bender friend.”

“Why would we need to know about that?” The lieutenant complained, “Don’t just come in here to say funny stuff-“ He began to scold but was stopped as he saw Amon put his hand in the air.

“No, all of that information was useful. Thank you, my brother.” The equalist tried to contain his giddy smile from being complimented by Amon but failed miserably.

“No, thank you my brother.” He said, leaving the room.

“What do you want to do Amon?” The lieutenant asked. Amon simply stood up from his seat, walking until he reached the window. From it he saw bird swoop down into the pond to catch a fish.

“Let’s show people how truly evil benders can be.”

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“And I cried as I watched my true love get married to another man, anyways that’s why my teeth are so sharp. ” Rag said, closing the dramatic retelling of his life with a solemn sigh.

“T-That’s so sad!” Bolin exclaimed; eyes brimming with tears. “You’ve been through so much Rag! But you made it! You made it through!”

Zolt’s eyebrow twitched.

“That is also why they call me the love doctor; do you have any burning questions about romance? Do you have a beau? “

“No? Yes? I don’t know, I just met someone and I don’t know how to officially ask them out on a date but they’re perfect.” He began, eyes dreamily looking to the skies – or at least the top of vehicle – as he began to describe you. “They’re so smart and pretty, they like the same food as I do and they smells like flowers. When they look me straight in the eyes it’s like I can’t function anymore-” He continued, slowly coming back to reality as he noticed that the truck of mostly criminals were staring at him. Clearly embarrassed to be voicing romantic thoughts his voice trailed off. “Oops, sorry. I will now proceed to stop talking.”

“Don’t be afraid Bolin, you can tell us!” A large man said from across the truck, the group of benders had bonded in their short time together.

“Thank you for the encouragement Flaming Hot Death Vishnick, y’know if you hadn’t have burned down all of those hospitals, you’d almost be a good guy.” Bolin responded, the tone of the conversation almost being one of group therapy.

“Awh, thank you Bolin.” The fire bender responded, pleased at his new friends’ words.

“No, thank you Flaming Hot Death-“

“Would you please shut your yaps!” Zolt exclaimed, the only bender of the group that was considerably annoyed with the situation. He had his fair share of kidnappings but none where he had to listen to such, what he deemed to be, garbage.

“This is supposed to be a supportive and caring environment Zolt.”  Rag said, glaring at the leader of the Triple Threat Triads.

“Even when you were a kid collecting bets for the pro-bending matches you talked too much,” At that Bolin gulped, still nervous about the fact that it was Lightning Bolt Zolt talking to him, “Listen, I’ve had my fair share of dating experience. You just gotta be confident, and be yourself.”

Bolin’s jaw dropped, did Lightning Bolt Zolt just give him dating advice?

“And make sure to give ‘em something shiny and expensive like this!” At that Rag turned his back to Bolin and flashed the silver ring that fit tightly on the lower end of his ring finger.

“Wha- that’s! How did you get that Rag?” The old man shrugged his shoulders.

“Picked it up off of someone in water tribe clothes, almost got away with it too but they felt it. Luckily there was a lot of people walking around so I lost ‘em in the crowd.”

“Rag! That’s (Y/N)’s ! The person I was talking about! Please, please, please, can I have it to give back to them?”

“But I like shiny things.” He said with disappointment as he felt the ring around his finger.

“And what could be shinier than the thrill of new love?” Bolin asked, getting desperate. Rag sighed, feeling the ring one more time.

“Fine, you can have it kid.”

“Woohoo! Thank you so much Rif Raf Rag, it’ll mean the world to her to get this back.”

“On one condition. You gotta give ol’ Rag a massage.”

Bolin gulped as he looked over the crusty old man.

For (Y/N).

He was going to get that ring back, and as he brought his feet up to the massage the old man next to him he decided if he made it out alive he would ask you out too.

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You burst through the bar doors, surprising everyone except the man who had a little too much cactus juice.

“Carole! Bolin’s in trouble!” With your words she quickly shot up from behind the counter, rushing your panicked self over to her.

“What happened?”

“We haven’t seen him since yesterday, and Mako said it’s unlike him to run off without telling anyone.” Carole stopped, her hand moving to a comfortable position under her chin as she thought.

“He hasn’t come back here since we saw the both of you, I’m sorry sweetie I wish I could tell you more.”

Your heart fell.

“But I do have something for you, let me go get it from the back.” Carole said before quickly  making her way through the door that led to the kitchen.

“I saw him.”

Your head turned towards the unknown voice, eyes landing on the same eyes that had glared at you the night before.

“But I wouldn’t tell a bender like you, and whatever’s going to happen to him he probably deserves it.” You slowly stepped towards him, trying to control your anger

“Why don’t you just tell me what you saw and we can all have a great day.”

“What, are you going to threaten me with your bending?” He asked with a smirk, other patrons of the bar now focused on the two of you.

“No, I was actually planning to use my fists.” The words came out of you harshly, paired with a sharp glare on your face.

“Bring it on.” He said, shooting up out of his seat. The hot cup of tea that sat next to him wobbled as his arm hit it, the boiling hot liquid splashing on the exposed skin of his left arm. You gasped as you heard a shout of pain escape the man.

Instinctively your body reacted, bending the hot liquid off of his arm, cooling it, then bending it back towards him.

“Ah!” He shouted, expecting the burning liquid to hit him again at full force, but instead he felt a cooling sensation. “Y-you’re healing me?” He asked, baffled as he watched you focus your swirling of the water onto the red area.

“Yup, I guess I am.” You said with a sigh, “apparently I’m not so good at this threatening people thing.”

“I hope you know I’m not asking you to heal me.” He muttered under his breath, blush fanning across his cheeks.

“Is it that hard to admit you’re being helped by bending?”

“Well, uh, you wouldn’t understand what it’s like! You’re not a non-bender.”

“Yeah I’m not. My grandfather was though, so are my parents. I have no doubt that at some point in their lives they had trouble accepting that,” You said as you continued swirl water on his arm, “But in the end they embraced it! My grandfather not only mastered all of the non-bending combat styles, but also designed machines that would work with the aid of bending.”

His eyes widened comically large, he took his good arm and pointed it towards you.

“Your grandfather was the Chieftan of the Southern Water Tribe!?” You laughed at his shock, nodding your head yes.

“The one and only. He came to see the beauty in bending and worked with it, although Gran-Gran did say he was an ass about it at first. He even told my Uncle Tenzin, one of the last air-benders,  to not depend only on air-bending because reflexes and strategy were just as important, maybe even more so. I know he’d be saddened to see what’s happening right now.”

The man looked down, processing your words. In this time, you finished healing him leaving his arm, it was as good as new.

“For all I know you could be lying to me.”

You sighed, beginning to make your way to the door.

“Wait.”

You stopped in your tracks.

“I saw him get approached by Shady Shin yesterday while he was on a bench, I know that’s not much but it’s all I got. I also saw some chi-blockers in the area, I don’t know if it’s connected to Amon or not.” His voice was soft as he spoke, not daring to look you in the eyes. You smiled at him,

“Thank you so much.”  You said, only to then see Carole jump out of the back-door clasping something in her hands.

“(Y/N)! Before you leave!” She said  making her way towards you while slightly out of breath. “This is my lucky stone, I don’t give it to just anyone now. When you see that Amon, I want you to throw it at him for giving non-benders a bad name! If anyone doesn’t like it, they can eat a scorching hot soup dumpling.” The short shop owner in front of you radiated anger when talking about the masked man. You took the stone from her hand and held it over your own heart.

“I promise.”

She nodded to you as you left the building to find Korra and Mako, now excited at the prospect of throwing a stone at Amon.

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“Korra, fix the scarf.” You said as you looked both Mako and Korra up and down. When you found them and told them you heard Bolin’s kidnapping might be related to Amon they brought up the fliers they got from an equalist at the park with maps on the back.

From there the three of you quickly got disguises and conned your way into the building, finding Pabu along the way. You took a lot of joy in forcing Mako and Korra to pretend to be a couple.

“I knew a lot of people hated benders, but I’ve never seen so many in one place.” Mako said as he watched the large crowd ripple in waves, united only by what you could only assume was fear or hatred. “Keep your eyes out for Bolin.”

The lights snapped on, filling the large stage with a stark brightness as an announcer began to echo through the room.

“Please welcome your hero, your savior, Amon!” The audience burst out in cheers, some screaming so emphatically their faces reddened. The man next to the three of you ripped off his shirt and circled it above his head in excitement, spreading his scent to all nearby. In front of the large Amon poster on the stage shadowed figures rose from the ground, of which you could only assume Amon was one of.

The overhead lighting then flashed on; you couldn’t help the small gasp that you released.

You saw the mask that had been on all those posters. Amon.

“My quest for equality began many years ago.” he said, his hands gesturing outwards. “When I was a boy my family and I lived on a small farm. We weren’t rich, and none of us were benders. This made us very easy targets for the fire bender who extorted my father.” Amon began to pace around the stage, the bright lighting that reflected from his mask leaving a mark of terror on you.

“One day my father confronted this man, but when he did that fire bender took my family from me. Then he took my face. I’ve been forced to hide behind a mask ever since.” Gasps emerged from the crowd and from what you heard they seemed justified.

“As you know, the avatar has recently arrived in Republic City.” He said, the crowd now igniting in fierce boos that reminded Korra to pull Mako’s scarf up.

“And if she were here, she would tell you that bending brings balance to the world.” Amon paused, letting his deep voice resonate within the room.  “She is wrong, the only thing bending has brought to the world is suffering. It has been the cause of every war in every era.”

At this you couldn’t help but feel as if he were wrong. There were most definitely benders that were terrible people, but you had a sneaking suspicion even if people couldn’t bend, they’d still find a reason to take advantage of others and go to war.

“That is about to change. I know you have been wondering what the revelation is, well you’re about to get your answer. Since the beginning to time spirits have acted as guardians of our world, and they have spoken to me. They say the avatar has failed humanity, that is why the spirits have chosen me to usher in a new era of balance. They have granted me a power that will make equality a reality, the power to take a person’s bending away. Permanently.”

You gulped, eyes widening as your deepest fear was realized. The three of you looked at each other in disbelief, your hands now both clinging to Mako and Korra’s.

“That’s impossible.” Korra muttered.

“He’s insane! There’s no way.” Mako said, but you felt that his confidence in his own words was wavering.

“Now for a demonstration, please welcome Lightning Bolt Zolt. Leader of Triple Threat Triad, and one of the most notorious criminals in Republic City.” You heard, but your brain couldn’t process a thing as soon as you saw Bolin being ushered on stage. The same Bolin that had been slurping noodles was now displayed in front of a crowd with his hands bound behind his back. The flash of the intense white light that shone across his face caused him to wince. Your heart began beating erratically as the chi-blockers forced him to his knees, his face twisting into one of terror as he went down with the other benders. He was finally here, but you had no way to get to him.

Your gaze fell to the palms of your hands; they were trembling. No, you couldn’t. Although the light peeking in from the full moon suggested otherwise.

“There’s Bolin.” Korra said, beginning to walk forward. Mako put his arm out effectively stopping her. The two of you looked at each other and nodded, now was not the time.

“We can’t fight all of them. We have to come up with a plan.” Mako said, eyes shifting between the both of you and the stage.

“Well then come up with a plan, Team Captain.”

Your eyes scanned the room quickly, landing on the two tanks connected to pipes.

“Those tanks,” you began, grabbing both Mako and Korra. “They’re powered by water and steam; they should connect to the pipes in the back.”

“So, if one of us goes back there and creates cover,” Mako started.

“Then we can grab Bolin without ever being seen.” You finished, the three of you nodded. Korra immediately began to make her way to the back as you could only stand and watch.

The crowd booed at Zolt, causing him to retaliate in not the most mature of ways.

“Oh, boo yourself!” He shouted as the crowd continued their passionate displays of hatred.

“Zolt has amassed a fortune by extorting and abusing non-benders, but his reign of terror is about to come to an end.” Amon announced before turning his head to the side, facing the leader of the Triple Threat Triads. “Now, in the interest of fairness, I will give Zolt the chance to fight to keep his bending.”

Zolt smirked clearly resonating cockiness as he faced the masked man. “You’re going to regret doing that pal!”  

Immediately Zolt began throwing fire at Amon, the man with the mask skillfully dodging each and every flame filled burst with fluidity and speed as he approached Zolt. The fire benders eyes widened, a blue cackle of electricity shot out of his fingers in desperation, again Amon dodged it. Then grabbing the arm the lighting was coming from and twisting, Amon had positioned Zolt in such a way that his thumb could find a comfortable resting spot on Zolt’s forehead.

Both you and Mako watched in terror as the lightning coming from Zolt’s fingers began to lessen in power, slowly becoming reduced to flames, then to nothing at all.

Zolt tried to get up, his body weak from the interaction. His fist reached out in an attempt to fire bend. Nothing.

“What did you do to me?” He asked. Seeing the leader of such a notorious gang on the floor in front of Amon was almost symbolic. The power he held so large that he didn’t even have to break a sweat.

“Your fire bending is gone forever. A new era of equality has begun!” Amon said as he raised his fist, the audience did the same while they cheered. Instead your fist lay clasped at your side, sticky with sweat as Amon called the next bender forward.

C’mon Korra. You thought as the numbers began to dwindle, there was only so much time before it was Bolin.

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She took a quick glance both left and right before leaving the main area of the building and sneaking to the back. Her steps were both fast and quiet as she tried to make her ways to the pipes that you had mentioned.

Her nerves were high because of Bolin, but also because of you. With the full moon your power would be unbridled, and if anything were to happen where you exposed yourself… Korra sighed at the thought, just hoping you would be alright. She had to keep it a secret, for you. Blood bending is illegal.

While scanning the room her eyes came across a red wheel connected to the pipes. She quickly made her way over, turning the wheel as hard as she could resulting in a small stream of steam.

“What are you doing here?” Korra turned slowly, slightly hoping that in the time it took for her to turn around he would leave her alone. When fully turned she looked up to see a large man. Shit.

“Is there a problem, my brother?” She asked feigning complete innocence with a smile. Her entire face having to tilt upwards to look at him. His expression was one of undoubted suspicion as he looked Korra up and down.

“What are you doing back here?”

“Uh, looking for the bathroom?” She winced, despite using that line a lot, not once has it worked for her.

Apparently, it didn’t work again as she saw the man reach to his side and pull out a wrench, aiming for her head. She dodged it, quickly leaving harms way as the wrench hit the pipe that was behind her.

Using Mako’s scarf she tied the man’s arm to it, swinging him until she had the momentum to throw him at the three pipes. Steam began rushing out of only one.

“This isn’t enough.” She said to herself, knowing that she lacked time. Frantically she looked around the room, the only way to get enough steam would be to break the other two pipes. She turned to them and started fire bending through one of them.

“I just hope I’m not too late.” She thought.

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You watched as the water bender with particularly sharp teeth next to Bolin screamed in resistance and felt your body cringe as you heard the thud of his hitting the floor.

Bolin was next.

“Mako, I’m going to distract them until Korra gets the steam going.” you whispered, indiscreetly obtaining the attention of the fire bender. “Pretend you don’t know me, it’ll be easier. Go help Korra.”

“(Y/N) what are you talking about?” Mako asked, eyes wide. Instead of responding you pulled out the stone from Carole, kissing it for good luck.

“This one’s for Carole!” You shouted as you threw it onto the stage. The stone in its grandiose hit Amon right on the forehead of his mask, but it wasn’t enough to take it off. The crowd gasped and looked around for the rebel.

“Now give me back my friend!”

The chi-blockers closest to your row immediately tried to grab you, your hands thrusting out and around you bending a harsh wave of the water from your vial towards them, effectively knocking them off their feet. You could feel the power of the full moon surging from within you, and as you looked at the chi-blockers that were now on the ground you feared you would succumb to it.

A wave of new chi-blockers now approached you, there were too many to handle. Despite this you felt relief as you looked at the stage. Amon was distracted, for now. You watched as Mako made his way to through the door Korra had.

“Stop.” Amon’s calm voice said as his settled on you, you felt your skin crawl.

“Let the bender speak.”

Your heart dropped, the eyes of everyone from the audience now on you. You felt yourself begin to sweat, the room becoming smaller and smaller as everyone waited for your voice. You hadn’t expected this, you didn’t know what kind of game he was playing but you did know it would buy you time. The chi-blockers began to close in on you, suspecting that violence was to come instead of an answer.

Taking a deep breath you reassured yourself, “If anyone doesn’t like it, they can eat a scorching hot soup dumpling.”

“Everyone please!” You began, the volume of your voice surprising you as it resonated within the room. “These people are innocent just like you! Well, most of them.” You said as you looked at Lighting Bolt Zolt. “There shouldn’t be such a divide between benders and non-benders. I know there are bad people in the world, I truly do. Taking away bending isn’t the solution; people will do anything to gain power! Who’s to say a man that would use bending to rob a store wouldn’t still rob the store if he wasn’t a bender with like a knife or something!”

At this you looked over the crowd, scanning the faces of those closest to you.

“When one of those bad people are benders their power is exacerbated, it’s a big problem. Although I’d argue that there are good and bad benders just as there are non-benders!”

“Like the bender that robbed my store?! They’re good?!” The shirtless man shouted from the audience, a chorus of yeahs and mhms coming to his support.

“No! That’s completely not my point! Also sir, I think everyone around you would appreciate it if you put your shirt back on.” He sniffed himself, frowning before sulkily dressing himself again.

“Bending has its beauty! There are so many good uses for it including healing,” at this some people in the crowd hummed in agreement. “My grandfather was an amazing non-bender, and so are my father and mother! They’re not helpless because they’re not benders!”

“Then why do you have such a problem with Amon taking peoples bending away!?” Someone from the audience called out.

“Yeah! Is becoming a non-bender that terrible!”

“If we’re all the same then why don’t we all have bending!”

This wasn’t going well. Your eyes began to dart around in panic.

“No! It’s not like that! It’s just- “You started, but more hecklers began voicing their opinions. The room began to grow smaller as your fear doubled in size, like a darkness that was slowly engulfing every part of the room.

“Interesting words,” Amon said slowly, approaching Bolin on the stage. “for a blood bender.” The crowd gasped; how did he know?

Your entire body was trembling, they all hated you and you could feel it. You looked at Bolin on the and saw the fear in his eyes, only he wasn’t looking at Amon.

“No, I’m not!” You defended; he didn’t know. No one knew.

“We’ll see about that.” Amon said, sounding almost as if he was smiling under his mask. With a nod from his head, two chi-blockers held Bolin down and Amon began walking towards him. No, no, no, no. There was no way you could get there in time. Bolin’s face shifted into one of horror as Amon grabbed his chin, looking him in the eyes.

His thumb approached Bolin’s forehead. You were sweating, your heart feeling as if it were to come out of your chest. Vision blurry from the tears that threatened to erupt from your eyes. Nausea blossomed in your stomach and your throat felt tight as your breaths became shorter and more frequent. Your morals. Your reputation. Your promise.

Bolin.

You had to do something. With a deep breath you focused, channeling the energy of the full moon into your body. The time was now. You raised your arms and they moved so naturally it scared you, the chi-blockers holding Bolin down began to contort in pain. Their bodies twisting and spazzing as you raised them above Bolin and flung them to the side.

It felt natural.

Without another thought you bended the water from your vial to make a frozen path to the stage, running on it and melting it before the guards could even blink. Amon backed away from Bolin letting the chi-blockers surround you. In an instant the group of eight were in the air, you slammed each one down onto the stage trying your best to just knock them out.

For some reason, Amon displayed no fear. The two of you stood on stage watching each other intently. You slowly backed yourself towards Bolin while the you and Amon continued to stare at each other. The other chi-blockers stood on guard, waiting for your move.

“She can manipulate our bodies to do whatever she wants, and yet she speaks of equality.” He said. You noticed the bruises that Bolin bore on his body, and the way his arm looked bent out of shape. Anger bubbled within you filling every part of your body, infecting your mind. You wanted them all to face consequences for what they had done.

You closed your eyes, summoning a hurricane of water beneath yourself. Not only the water from your vial, but water from the entire building began to fly towards your form. You needed to hurt him.  Your arms raised again, this time with deep intention and purpose.

“(Y/N)! Don’t! It’s what he wants!” You heard Bolin exclaim, but you were too far gone. You aimed all the water that swirled beneath you at Amon, the harsh currents knocking him off of his feet. With the power of the moon you were fast. You began punching hard bursts of water at him, he managed to evade some.

Your attention then went to the chi-blockers that began to interfere after noticing the severity of the situation, your hands began circling the air, moving with the fluidity of water itself. The water around you followed this rhythm, only stopping when you flung them as ice shards at the chi-blockers, pinning them to the wall behind the stage.

Your eyes then flew to Amon standing calmly, it infuriated you. Your arms raised, blood bending him. He paused in his tracks and you could see his eyes widen from beneath his mask. You then saw him begin to struggle against it.

There’s no way.

The audience held their breath as they saw Amon’s body tremble on stage. He seemed to be putting excessive force on every muscle in his body for the chance to move. His body began to shake more, you desperately tried to concentrate harder but there was nothing you could do.

He took one step. And then another.

The audience began to cheer.

You felt something familiar in the way he was resisting your bending, how was it possible. The only was was if-

“Amon’s a blood bender.” You thought to yourself right before Amon dashed up the side of the wall, knocking you down as he did so. You grunted as your body came crashing to the ground, not having enough energy to soften your fall.

“Benders like her are evil, and they should not have the power they do.” Amon said as he slowly began to approach your body on the ground. You were paralyzed in fear as his large figure leaned over you, your tearful eyes darting around only to find themselves completely encompassed by Amon.

He grabbed your chin, pulling your face towards him. You did everything you could to pull backwards, to get away from him, to get away from everything.

“After I take your bending away, you will be nothing.”

The room went silent.

The only thing you could hear was your heart beating against your chest.

Then, you felt the light press of his thumb against your forehead.

The pain you felt was excruciating.

Your muscles seized before your body began to shake. You wanted nothing more than for it to end, the searing and burning that you felt. Your throat began to feel tight as your core tightened with it, the nausea from before now becoming dominant in its presence.

So, this is what it felt like to be blood bent.

Your knees hit the floor, the echo resonating. Through the haze of the pain you could hear muffled yells coming from the earth bender that you had come to know.

“Prepare to be equalized.”

Those were the last words you heard before your world became submerged in water. The only image before your eyes was Amon, and behind him the white light of the moon.

Your world faded to darkness.

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“Korra! Are you okay?” Mako asked as he rushed through the door, accidentally stepping on the man whose body had been flung to the ground.

“Yes! I’m fine but help me break this last pipe! Hurry!” Mako nodded and immediately began to fire bend, Korra coming to help him with the copper pipe.

“(Y/N)’s distracting Amon right now.” Korra’s eyes widened at the news, she hadn’t been fast enough. Despite copper having a high melting point, the fire from the two of them released a flurry of steam. Exactly what they needed.

“I’ll go get Naga, you get Bolin and (Y/N). Meet me outside by the ladder!” Mako nodded, about to leave when Korra grabbed his arm.

“Good luck Mako.”

“Good luck Korra.”

The pair held hands for a moment before parting ways, Mako making his way back through the door he came through. The crowd has now completely dispersed, the steam had done its trick. He struggled to see through it, taking careful steps as he made his way to the stage.

At any moment he could run into his brother, or an equalist. His other senses were heightened as he attempted to evade the fog. While walking, he saw two figures. He stepped closer.

“Bolin!” Mako exclaimed as he saw his brother kneeling on the floor, as he further examined, he noticed someone else on the floor. (Y/N).

“Oh no.”

He then turned to Bolin who wore an expression of shock as he stared at the ground.

“She saved me.” He muttered as Mako made his way behind him to untie the ropes that bound him. An equalist saw this as an opportunity, trying to grab your unconscious self. That is, until he was stopped by the harsh clash of a fist striking from under his chin.  Out of his ropes Bolin punched the equalist as hard as he could, anger coming over him as he saw your limp body. He picked you up gently, holding you close against him.

The two benders walked out of the building, letting the steam cover the tracks behind them.

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A throbbing pain echoed throughout your head.

Water.

Your mouth was dry, you needed water.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. The light in the room was blinding, you raised your arm to block it from your view.

“(Y/N)?” You heard a soft voice ask. Not being able to speak you let a groan out in response, raising yourself up off of the bed. Before you had time to process you felt a presence encompass you, warm and gentle in its touch. You reveled against it letting your body fall limp. Bolin. You were surprised as you felt a wetness on your face, you gripped Bolin even harder as you let the tears stream freely.

You felt the touch of Amon on your forehead, it all came back. The look on Bolin’s face while you blood bended flashed in your mind, still fresh. Hurriedly, you grabbed him. Pulling apart from your embrace just far enough to meet his eyes, noses touching. You cradled his face, pressing your forehead against his.

“Bolin, you’re okay.” You said, smiling feebly. His mouth flew open in exasperation.

“What do you mean I’m okay?! You’re okay!” He said before bringing you back into a hug. He wasn’t used to comforting people like this, but in this moment, everything happened naturally. He brought his hand to your cheeks, carefully wiping some of the tears off of your face. “The others went to go get some food, they told me to let them know when you woke up.” He said, getting up. You grabbed his arm causing him to turn around in surprise.

“Not yet.” You muttered. He gave you a gentle smile as he sat back down on the bed.

“Bolin I was so scared.” You admitted, the panic still fresh in your mind. He began to rub your back in a circular motion.

“I know. I know.” He said, eyes determined. “We’ll never let that happen again.” Albeit a bit dramatic his words rang through your mind.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re not afraid of me.” You said with a sigh, averting his gaze.

“What are you talking about?”

“You saw what I did. I fell right into Amon’s trap.” Your voice so small the earth bender could barely hear it. He fell silent, his eyes focused on the floor as he listened. “It was during the full moon, but I can- or at least could - blood bend at any time.” At this his eyes widened, the were now on you.

“That’s… Possible?”

“I was blessed by the spirit of the moon, except it’s more of a curse. The power I would feel when under it terrified me, I became scared of it. When I was hurting those people at first it was just to protect you but at one point I-I wanted to be doing it. It terrifies me how addictive it became in such a short span of time,” You brought you knees to your chest. “I promised Gran-Gran I would never do it again but, here we are.” You let out a strangled laugh, one that soon turned into a cry.

“(Y/N)-“

“No Bolin, no one should ever have that kind of power. And I thought I was the only one until-“

“(Y/N), listen. Was seeing you blood bend all those guys at the same time as well as Amon super scary to watch, yes! Absolutely! Did I think about it for a while afterwards, also yes.” Your heart panged, of course he was scared. What else could someone be after seeing what had happened, but he continued.

“Did I also see you throw a rock at Amon’s face and tell a shirtless man to dress himself while in the middle of giving an inspirational speech, yes!” With that you laughed, not fully realizing what you had done in the midst of your panic.

“Do I not really care that you were a blood bender and just really want to get to know you because you’re the nicest person I’ve met in a while, Pabu likes you, and now so does my brother I think?”

“Also yes?”

“A thousand times yes.” He said with a goofy grin plastered on his face. “I know we’ve just met but I feel like it’s been ages!”

“Probably because of the whole you getting kidnapped and me losing my bending thing.” You suggested nonchalantly, heart skipping a beat as his hand brushed yours.

“Oh right! That could be a cause of that, yes.” You giggled, causing Bolin’s smile growing wider. All he wanted to do was make you feel better. As your laughing slowed a strange tension filled the room, one you hadn’t expected. Your gaze was locked in on his, both of you feeling each other’s breath due to your sheer closeness. 

“(Y/N)!” From the door you saw Korra come rushing in with a pile of bread.  Bolin shot up immediately, knocking over the cup of water next to your bed. “Bolin! You were supposed to tell us if (Y/N) woke up!”

“Oh yeah! I was supposed to, wasn’t I?” He said as he filled the room with nervous laughter, “You know me! Always forgetting, right Pabu?” In response the fire ferret chirped at his side. Korra ran to you, throwing the pile of bread to Mako. As she embraced you tightly, she was also examining your injured body.

You heard someone clear their throat, looking up you saw Mako.

“Thank you, for helping me find my brother.” He said. You nodded, instead of being focused on what was being said to you your mind flew into uncertainty. What did they really think of you now?

“Here, let me go get you a tissue.” He said, his attention now on the puddle of water on your sheets.

“No, don’t worry. I got it.” You said, attempting to bend the water away from you. Your fingers moved but water didn’t. “Oh. Right.”

“(Y/N) don’t you worry, we are going to get every healer to try and get your bending back. You could even go to see Katara.” Korra reassured, grabbing your shoulder. The thing is, you didn’t even know if you wanted it back. Maybe Amon was meant to bring balance, maybe he took away your blood bending for a greater good.

The three looked at you, and then each other. Noting the solemn expression on your face.

“(Y/N), I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.” Korra said, the sincerity in her voice made your breath hitch.

“You helped me get my brother back, I can’t thank you enough.” Mako added, coming closer to stand besides Korra. The two looked back at Bolin, apparently it was his turn.

“You’re selfless! Gorgeous! Funny! Kind! Super strong! Compassionate-“He started before Korra cut him off with a laugh.

“I think we get the idea Bolin.” You looked at the three in front of you, all smiling and reaffirming you with their gentle gazes. It was then you knew you had found something special.

“Group hug!” Bolin shouted before taking his large arms and grabbing the three of you, pushing all of you together. As you all glanced between your squished faces bursts of laughter began to arise. It seemed Bolin could cheer you up after anything, although as the laughter slowed you couldn’t hide the feeling in the pit of your stomach.

This time another person came into the room, one you couldn’t be happier to see.

“Uncle Tenzin!” You called out; his eyes filled with relief as he saw that you were awake.

“Wha- Bolin! You were supposed to let me know when (Y/N) was awake!” Tenzin said, shaking his head in exasperation before quickly making his way over to you and giving you a hug.

“Pfft. Awake, asleep, I mean what’s the difference, right?” Bolin laughed nervously but Tenzin’s attention was elsewhere.

“(Y/N)? Are you alright? How are you feeling?” He asked panicked, looking over you the same way Korra had.

“Uncle, I’m fine. Don’t worry.”

“Oh, thank goodness.” He let out with a sigh. “We were all so worried when we’d heard what happened. The kids really wanted to see you but I wasn’t sure if you were ready for all of that erhm…” He paused as he thought of a way to describe his children, “energy.”

“I’m honestly fine Uncle.” You said reassuring him. He gave you a soft smile, he had a special place in his heart for the little water bender that hailed from his uncle.

“Well, you let us know if you need anything at all. I have to leave air temple island for a bit but I’ll see you soon.” You nodded, bidding your uncle farewell leaving the previous four of you in the room with silence. Korra and Mako looked at each other before Korra spoke up,

“We’re just gonna go ahead and give you guys some room.” She said as the two of them exited as well. Just you and Bolin again.

“Oh! I forgot to bring this up before but.” He reached into his pockets, searching deeply for something with his tongue sticking slightly out.  “Here it is!”

In his palm you saw your ring, immense relief flooding your heart.

“Oh my goodness! Bolin how did you find this?”

His body recoiled, face cringing as he remembered the massage he gave Rif Raf Rag.

“Let’s not talk about that. But (Y/N), I’m sure you know your grandfather, the councilman himself! The man graced with the gift of science and innovation. We’re talking engineering water-bending power submarines, we’re taking advanced math and geometry skills, we’re talking the man who took down combustion man!”

“Yes, I do know, that’s why the thought of losing this ring made me so sad. It was like I was losing the only part of him that I had.”

“No, (Y/N), that’s not the only part of him you have.” You looked at Bolin in confusion, he moved to come sit next to you once again. “You come from such a cool line of non-benders, I just want you to know how amazing you are even without your bending. You’re so smart it absolutely blows me away. Not to mention all the ten thousand amazing other things you are. I’m sure you’ll be able to get your bending back, but even if you don’t I think you could use your brain to make something awesome like your Grandpa!”

You gave him a soft smile, heart blooming at his words. Just like before you noticed your heart beating a little bit faster now that he was besides you.

“You’re too kind.”

“Nope! I’m just being honest.” He said. “And while I’m being honest…” He began, the way his fingers began bouncing off of each other exuding nervousness.

You just gotta be confident, and be yourself.

“When you’re ready of course, wouldyoumaybewanttogoonadatewithme?” He asked eyes tightly shut, saying his last sentence so quickly that you could barely register it. So much for the confidence.

You laughed at his embarrassment, although he took that as rejection.

“Oh, nevermin-“

“Of course Bolin!” You exclaimed, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Woohoo!” He shouted, turning to face Pabu in excitement. With his cheek exposed you decided to give him a surprise, preparing your lips to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. Although as soon as he had turned around he had turned back to you.

You weren’t sure if your heart stopped or time did when your lips met. The flutter in your heart that was present before now becoming overbearing. The only thing your mind could focus on was how his lips felt against yours, and the extreme burning you felts from your cheeks. As soon as it accidentally started, it also accidentally ended.

“What are you doing with my cousin?!” Meelo yelled in an accusatory tone, pointing at Bolin as he burst through the door. Both you and Bolin pulled away immediately, embarrassed beyond belief. The expression on Bolin’s face leading you to think that he didn’t even believe what had just happened but the grin on his face reminding you he liked it.

“I came here to see my favorite cousin-“

“Meelo, I’m your only cousin.”

“Besides the point! Who are you strange man!?”

“So you guys are going to have a bunch of babies!” Ikki exclaimed in happiness, bouncing around the room. You sighed, nothing was ever a secret with these kids. Soon Pema came, grabbing the two of them and leaving with quick apologies.

“They’re cute,” Bolin said with a yawn, his face now appearing very tired.

“They are, aren’t they.” You responded, but when you looked back Bolin had already drifted off into sleep.

You stood up, making your ways to the curtains. Taking a deep breath you opened them, letting the white light of the moon that you were terrified of before stream into your room. It encased both you and Bolin, and for the first time, you weren’t scared.

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“I don’t mean to dampen to mood, but there’s a pressing issue at hand.” The four of you looked at Tenzin intensely, waiting for him to continue. 

“Word’s got out that you blood bended. The council wants to send you to trial.”

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UHHH ??? THAT CONFESSION ??? MA'AM ??? SIR ??? stiles and y/n really be bickering like a married couple even when they are confessing their feelings to each other

also not at y/n denying kisses bc stiles made fun of her like ?? excuse me that's THE STILES STILINSKI how can you say no ??!! and then reading forward i realised y/n never had a chance to deny with stiles sksks

THANK YOU FOR WRITING SUCH A MASTERPIECE OOF I'M SO GIDDY CAN'T WAIT FOR THE RESTTT <333

SHE REALLY TRIED BAHAHA! then stiles was like 😏 bitch plz c’mere 😌😙

i always imagined a relationship w/stiles would inevitably have a foundation made up of sarcasm and playfulness so that’s kinda how i’m choosing to kick it off. DONT WORRY THO!! we’re about to get all of the cute cuddles, sweet moments, and them just like genuinely falling in love 😩🤚🏽

AND AAHH STOP IT, YOU!! THANK YOU!!! i was planning on going to sleep after finishing that chapter but now i’m like ~fully awake~ and still have butterflies AT THE THOUGHT OF HIM KISSING US LIKE THAT BAHAHAHAHAH

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sherlock holmes reactions part 4 (?) ive lost count already but unsurprisingly ive grown even more attached to him

using this as the cover image because i made him a playlist. cause im awful

no legit this is gonna need a read more because it's SO LONG SHIHEWIESHEFSHIEWHF

Had three mental breakdowns this week and realized i do in fact kin sherlock motherfucking holmes. this does not bode well for anything in my life mentally I've diagnosed him with so many things

Oh boy lol you want the list I think hes autistic (undisputed honestly) plus also adhd but on top of that there's the manic depression and uhhh the bpd lmao I dont even think that's it those are just. the obvious ones

But yeah man's a fucking mess and a shit person but in the same way as me so 👍

Some highlights I thought were very funny:

watson: we are in fact going to be waltzing into a place where people are Shooting People you do not have your gun. this is a problem

sherlock: don't worry watson I have my trusty stick!

watson: visible pain

This clearly happens like every day or so with them

but yeah there were some really honestly sweet scenes with them at the apartment and why am i getting soft over the crusty man being gay

have you considered tho. have you considered them

have you considered sherlock, who usually only plays absolute garbage on his violin serenading watson to sleep when he was tired and in pain and watson being so fucking in love with the man and waxing poetic about falling asleep to his music and waking up to see him fallen asleep on the couch next to him and oh my god them

They're just really sweet together for such a completely dysfunctional couple so much of the time lol I just. Sherlock being like.

Sherlock half of the time: watson you're fucking stupid. no i won't take care of my personal needs stfu. watson get a goddamn life. watson shut up. watson no one cares about your goddamn opinion. no i need to disturb you in the middle of the night it's for science. hey watson mind if i manipulate mansplain malewife

Sherlock the other half of the time: HELLO SIR YOU ARE MY FAVORITE MAN TO EVER MAN HELLO MAY I SPEND THE REST OF MY DAYS WITH YOU HELLO I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU WE ARE PERFECT MATCHES I LOVE YOU AND I NEED YOU YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ME PLEASE MARRY ME

They're... they certainly are.

ALSO OH MY GOD.

THIS ONE TIME WHEN SHERLOCK WAS JUST PACING AROUND THE ROOM AT 3 AM GOING "IT DOESNT MAKE SENSE >:(((" AND HUDSON LIKE BARGED IN TO COMPLAIN AND THEN WATSON WAS LIKE DUDE YOU GOTTA STOP DOING THIS AND PROCEEDS TO SAY THE LINE "YOU ARE KNOCKING YOURSELF UP, OLD MAN"

BAHGHSFHGRHEWHEWHIFEW

BRB SOBBING

CALLING HIM AN OLD MAN???? KNOCKING HIMSELF UP?? I DONT KNOW WHATS FUNNIER

The main highlight of this part was I have now gotten to see him have a great time watching his homo homie get married

Its so fucking funny.......

I was prepared for a funny reaction by yuumori sherlock's face when he said it lol but. Damn i was really not prepared tbh

watson: I'm engaged!

sherlock: *pained groaning*

watson: do you... not like her?

sherlock: no she's fine she's great you'll be wonderful together bUT I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE HETEROSEXUAL WATSON DO I HAVE TO MARRY MYSELF THEN WATSON? ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME MARRY MYSELF.

watson: yeah... yeah... fair, I feel really bad because you did this whole case and I got a girlfriend out of it and all you got was me leaving you alone fuck man im sorry what are you gonna do without me

sherlock, highly sarcastic: dont worry watson I've always got my handy cocaine! *pulls it out and gets high in front of watson just as he's about to leave*

watson: *in fucking agony*

sherlock: good for you!

I DONT EVEN- THIS SCENE KILLED ME MULTIPLE TIMES OVER WHAT

ITS SO GODDAMN NONCHELANT ABOUT IT SHERLOCK IS JUST LIKE YEAH I WILL IN FACT NOT BE MENTALLY HEALTHY IF YOU ARE NOT WITH ME 24/7 BUT WHATEVER YOU DO YOU /S

I'd like to apologize to watson on sherlock's behalf lmao. man is being a bit too codependent on main

The last thing about sign of four I do need to address is yeah, there's the Horrific Amounts Of Racism in that one and the whiplash hearing it is just ridiculous because they seem to be so knowledgeable in all other areas and fairly... politically correct, taking sherlock's original misogyny as a purposeful character flaw, but then they just mention someone indigenous once and suddenly its all parrotting racist propaganda and just... really awful shit. There's no way I'm gonna speak for the group that just got absolutely hate crimed here but anyone can tell the author just has no clue what he's fucking talking about and it's physically painful.

And I don't know, it's just so bad it seems out of character? Doyle's making these motherfuckers say shit that honestly, Sherlock would know better about. And especially Watson. Come on, you cannot tell me watson is mentally capable of being prejudiced against someone. Please do not make him that way.

I'm not sure how to handle it specifically, or what's the proper way I should handle something like that in a media I otherwise like. Is it ok to say Doyle was clearly a piece of shit on the matter and separate those characters from his bias or is that insensitive?

I don't know, I was Not a fan of it and I'm glad to see they've at least finally shut up about the guy

But anyway yeah, uhhhh onto the short stories because I'm trying to read those before I get to the final problem

Scandal in Bohemia was a fucking ride, first of all, before we even get to Sherlock's girlboss arc we have to discuss how gay the whole situation was and how Doyle's attempt at making them less gay failed spectacularly

Like he's all "ah yes I need to marry off watson and uhhh make sherlock ummmm interact with a woman so they dont look gay" but he does it SO BADLY that it makes them look EVEN GAYER

cause i mean, even the conversation they had about watson getting married back in sign of four was gay af, but how Doyle handled things afterward was in no way straighter.

Cause you know, the man kind of wrote himself into a corner with the fact of Watson narrating these stories. So Watson has to be around to witness them, and to witness Sherlock's own thought process rather privately, so he has to be around sherlock at night, a lot. But trying to come up with a reason for that happening just... it didn't occur to Doyle. He just went. Ah yes this makes sense. And it's Watson just like Sleeping Over At Sherlock's like every other goddamn day and every time his wife leaves town and having them basically still live that cute domestic home life but they have absolutely no excuses for doing it anymore. It's quite funny

Like it was gay already the way they interacted when they officially lived together but it was like, a necessity for them. Now it's not, Watson just comes over because he goddamn wants to, and it's hilarious to me.

LIKE IDK I THINK THEY KIND OF BROKE UP FOR A YEAR OR SO BC OF WATSON GETTING MARRIED AND THEY LIKE DONT HAVE CONTACT WITH ONE ANOTHER BUT ONE DAY WATSON JUST INEXPLICABLY HAS THE URGE TO COME VISIT SHERLOCK ON NO NOTICE AND THEN SUDDENLY THEY ARE TOGETHER NEAR 24/7 AGAIN LIKE BARELY ANYTHING CHANGED AHIEHOEWH

SIT DOWN AND TRY TO TELL ME THOSE ARE NOT HOMOSEXUALS

Watson walks in on no fucking notice after a full year and Sherlock is just. In the middle of some experiment obviously but hes like

Sherlock, carrying around unidenfiable chemical mixtures: W A T S O N you look good you look good! i see you've gained seven pounds!!

watson: uh. thanks??? Hey lol *awkwardly waves* Uh um Wanted to Uhm sEe you

Sherlock: ABOUT gODDAMN TIME AND YES WONDERFUL LOOK LOOK SIT DOWN I HAVE THINGS TO INFODUMP ABOUT

watson: :) ok :) *turns to camera* and we were back to the old days

sherlock: makes a deduction

watson: wowwwwwwwwwwww !! so true bestie !!

sherlock: !!!!!!!!! :))) !!!!! :))) uh fuck im supposed to be smooth Its Elementary Lol

watson: *turns to camera* when i stroke his ego like this and compliment him he blushes like a girl like i just complimented his dress so i do it more because he likes it. this is a homie trait

watson: well i should probably get going! my wife will notice that i am gone my dear buddy bro homie!

sherlock: NO DONT LEAVE IM LOST WITHOUT YOU (pretty much a direct quote lol) your. wife doesn't. get back home until monday. I know this because I am smart and definitely have not been stalking you.

watson: alright :)))))

AND THEN HE FUCKING SLEEPS OVER LMAO FUCKING HOMOS

So yeah they're right back where they were before pretty much and there's a case bc of course there is

And honestly I think this short story specifically was so insane mostly just because of how absolutely fast it all went. Yuumori kind of made me believe the original Irene Adler was more of an important character than she really is? And I think that's. Honestly so funny. Motherfucker shows up for ten pages, girlbosses her way around town, and changes sherlock's entire opinion of the female gender while still keeping him gay?

LIKE NO LOL SHES NOT IN ANY WAY A LOVE INTEREST AND WATSON GOES OUT OF HIS WAY TO SPECIFY THE FACT THAT IN NO WORLD WOULD THEY HAVE BEEN ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED BECAUSE. SHERLOCK. DIDN'T DATE WOMEN.

HE WAS JUST??? SO IMPRESSED AND SHELL SHOCKED BY HER EXISTENCE HE DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR GIRLBOSS APPRECIATION DAY TODAY AND ALL DAYS HENCEFORTH???

AND THEY HAVE LIKE O N E INTERACTION?? God, the power this woman(?) has. Watson looks at her once like. damb shawty 😳 and she's like "no<3" and he's like FUCK

Like yeah it's pretty much just the king walking up like "help girl the whore is blackmailing me" and sherlock being like "ok lol this will be easy" and then it proceeded to not in fact be easy or even possible

sherlock like... posed as a dead body and tried to get her to give up the location of the photo but she out-acted him and skipped the town the next day after doing the 'good night mr. sherlock holmes' thing with sherlock completely tricked

and she just. sends a letter like "dear sherlock holmes. you're a fucking idiot and i think it's funny that you lost. nice job tho mad respect" and sherlock just SHORT CIRCUITS

the king comes back a bit later like "hey Dude where's my Photo" and sherlock's like oh yeah uhhhhhhhhhhh about that and the king is like HOW COULD IT POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN THAT GODDAMN HARD i would have dated someone more noble if she wasn't so pretty i swear im on a whole different level from her

and then. GIRLBOSSIFIED SHERLOCK HOLMES RESPONDS "from what I have seen of the lady, she seems indeed to be on a very different level from your majesty" ABSEHHESHEFHHFES ROASTED

and the dude just LEAVES

After that I read a few more of the short stories and well the highlights I got from that pretty much were these conversations

Watson: sherlock. honey. have you. eaten anything today

Sherlock: IT DIDNT OCCUR TO ME DEAR WATSON

Watson: ITS FIVE PM

and:

Sherlock: *having one of his Moment Moments at three in the goddamn mornig* GRRRR CRIME ISNT WHAT IT USED TO BE

Watson: MY DEAR SHERCOCK WHAT IS CRIME S U P P O S E D TO BE LIKE ACCORDING TO YOU

Sherlock: no one's original anymore fucking copycats

Watson: so you want the criminals to make things harder for you specifically.

Sherlock, exasperated: yes!

I love them your honor.

#rowan's hyperfixation essays #rowan screams into the void #rowan views moriarty #sherlock holmes

[ghostxraven]

Excuse me my good sir you don't have to create anything new but I am having FunPoison thoughts so got anything good?

helloooo raven uhhh it’s late so these thoughts might be a little all over the place but um here we go

poison doesn’t drink, ghoul does, but if they’re at a party or social event where alcohol is being served, ghoul will stick to water or soda in solidarity. poison insists he doesn’t have to, ghoul knows that and still does it because he wants poison to feel more comfortable

one of the things poison fell in love with ghoul over was how good he was with the girl........like they’re sixteen years old, none of the four know how to take care of a baby, and here ghoul is, really committing to being a guardian for this kid they found, taking her everywhere and making toys for her and feeding her and that was like. for poison that was the point of no return....so later on, when they’re married and have been together for almost ten years, there really isn’t any doubt in poison’s mind that ghoul would be a good father

along that same line in my canon they have a daughter! her name is charlie and she’s born when they’re both about 30

poison wears ghoul’s grandma’s wedding ring on a chain around their neck ^ i did write a lil fic about this but it was an anniversary present :> poison’s gift for ghoul that same anniversary was a callback to one of their very first dates — they watched a meteor shower together on a blanket on the roof of a motel, and poison managed to find a recipe for one of ghoul’s childhood comfort foods and gave that to him too :’}

the weather is whacked out from radiation + climate change etc. so on the (rare) times it snows in the desert, whoever wakes up first surprises the other one with a snowball & during the winter months it’s a playful competition to be the one who doesn’t have to get a face full of snow. consequences of being the winner is that the other one gets a kiss (not that this is a particular hardship)

ghoul likes to cook when they have the supplies. poison will hang out in the kitchen and steal little bites of whatever dish he’s making or kiss him to distract him. they call it “challenge cooking” and it has genuinely caused ghoul to burn the food before but both of them think it’s funny so poison doesn’t stop

there was a point in time when kobra was so tired of the pair of them making moon eyes at each other that he started actively locking them in rooms together and sending them on runs by themselves and they STILL didn’t figure it out; if anything the pining got worse. in the end they got together because emotions had built up to the point of impulsivity (at least they figured it out by themselves though.........unlike kobra and cherri)

they leave little love notes around the diner and in each other’s pockets for the other to find...kobra has yelled about there being “fucking paper in the wash again” more than a few times. ghoul has one of those random little messages tattooed.

anyways i love them & i hope this was what you’re looking for 👀

#pi's personal #funpoison #danger days #hcs #query on top #treasured mutuals #raven tag 🌑 #Themb..................🥰💌 they r in love #alcohol mention

[omgjasminesimone]

50 Travel Prompts

A/N: I’m missing being able to go places, so here are some travel themed dialogue prompts to live vicariously through.

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1. “Excuse me, sir/ma’am! You can’t go back there without a ticket!”

2. “You need to hurry if you want to stop him/her from leaving. The flight takes off in 30 minutes.”

3. “Excuse me, I’m the middle seat.”

4. “I have been very patient with your road trip soundtrack, but this?!? This is where I have to draw the line.”

5. “I told you we should have stopped at that last gas station.”

6. “Here, take my hand. Take off is the scariest part.”

7. “So that’s it. You just hopped a bus and left me? It was that easy for you?!”

8. “Any interest in joining the mile high club?”

9. “Move, I need to stretch my legs.”

10. “I can’t believe you’re breaking up with me on an airplane!”

11. “Oh my god, I drooled all over your shoulder! I’m so sorry!”

12. “I’m not missing this flight because of you. I asked you if you had your passport like 8 times!”

13. “You won an all expense paid trip where?!”

14. “Hey, I’m going home for my nana’s birthday and my whole family wants to meet you. You can totally say no, I know this is a lot.”

15. “Hey! Stop that pickpocket!”

16. “Why are you taking a train cross country? Won’t that take days?”

17. “I am in hell. I’m never taking a greyhound bus again.”

18. “What are you doing here?” “I know you’re mad at me, but I just took three buses, a train, and then hitched a ride on the back of a truck full of chickens to get here because I needed to see you.”

19. “Jesus, how many ambiens did you take?!” “I just wanted to sleep through the flight so I wouldn’t be scared.”

20. “Is today the day we finally make it to the cruise ship gym?” “No.”

21. “....I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. We should have just done the cruise’s shore excursion.”

22. “.....I think I’m going to be seasick.”

23. “Should we stop at the world’s largest ball of twine?”

24. “Pull over. You’re falling asleep.”

25. “Sing with me! Pretend we’re on carpool karaoke!”

26. “You’re so beautiful, especially with the wind blowing through your hair and all.”

27. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you if the boat is rocking, don’t come knocking?”

28. “I met my soulmate on the subway this morning. But I didn’t get their name, or number, or speak to them at all actually.”

29. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

30. “I hate how much we’ve been fighting this trip. I feel like we should talk about it.”

31. “I really hope our baby doesn’t cry through the whole flight.”

32. “Hey, relax. We’re on vacation so stop being stressed out.”

33. “This is a local delicacy? You’re not messing with me, right?”

34. “It’s kind of surreal to be in the land of my ancestors.”

35. “Hey, how was your flight?” “Long, but worth it to have you in my arms right now.”

36. “Hey, calm down. It’s just a little turbulence.”

37. “Hey! Don’t lean on the ship railing like that! Are you trying to fall overboard?” “That depends. Would you jump in after me?”

38. “Uhhh, I feel like smoke coming out of the engine is a bad sign, right?”

39. “Let’s buy an RV.”

40. “Here, put this on. I’m not paying extra for an overweight bag.”

41. “I want us to meet here more than once a year.”

42. “Uhh....yeah....I was really hoping to not have my bag randomly searched. Not that I have a bomb or anything! God, I should not have just said bomb in an airport. It’s just......there’s a lot of...sex stuff in there.”

43. “I don’t want you to go home when your student visa expires....so let’s get married.”

44. “What a corny welcome home poster. I love it.”

45. “We only have enough for one ticket. Think they’ll let you sit in my lap?”

46. “Were you really going to leave without even saying goodbye?”

47. “Hey, no tears. I’m coming out to see you again in just 6 weeks.”

48. “I can’t believe the cruise confiscated my alcohol. I’m so mad.”

49. “I am absolutely not doing the Titanic thing with you.”

50. “....am I on the highway to hell?”

#writing prompt list #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #50 travel prompts #sentence prompts #writing prompts list

[my-arlington-academia]

DickShit/TadaDyclos joke fic (Tadashit x Lord Dickloss) 💩🍆

I'm sorry everyone. I really am. However, it's been quite a while since I didn't let my inner chaos out. Please read this and forget about reality.

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It had happened out of nowhere. A portal had opened right in front of Dyclos' eyes. He was ready to fight whatever would come out of this mysterious portal, however, instead of a threat, a young boy with slicked back hair fell from it. Looking utterly confused and annoyed as fuck. The portal then immediately closed behind him, leaving him on the grass.

"Ugh. What the *fuck* is happening *now*? Dammit, I probably fell asleep in front of my laptop again. I need to wake up..."

The boy then stood up and hopelessly tried to "wake himself up" as he says. But it was impossible, no matter how hard he tried to pinch himself the weird world in front of his eyes would not disappear. Dyclos watched the whole thing, mesmerized. Wondering who that strange boy with weird clothes was. He couldn't help himself, he *had* approach him or else his curiosity wouldn't be satisfied. But standing in front of him, all he could ask was...

"What the hell are you wearing? What kingdom are *you* from, peasant?"

The boy shot an annoyed glance in his way, then looked down at his attire.

"That's my school uniform, *dickhead*. And you, what the hell kind of bullshit do you think you're wearing? You think you're royalty?"

Dyclos felt slightly offended at that ignorant remark.

"Um. Actually, I kind of am. I'm Lord Dyclos. Surely you've heard of me?"

Dyclos did his best to look impressive but all he looked like is a clown, or worse, the whole circus. Tadashi couldn't bare looking at the pitiful scene.

"Ugh. Did you just dare "Um, actually" *me*? The only other asshole who does that is Axel."

All Dyclos could think about at that moment was: who the hell is Axel and why is this little brat so incredibly rude?? And yet, weirdly enough, Dyclos was under the spell of that unknown brat. All of his attention was on him since the really long 30 seconds he arrived to this world.

"Alright, I've decided. You're gonna be my wife."

Tadashi stared back into Dyclos' disgustingly arrogant eyes.

"... Excuse me? Did you hear the BS you just said or was that supposed to be a joke? If that's the case then I don't appreciate your brand of humor 'Mister Dyclos.' And I identity as male."

"*Lord* Dyclos, actually. And okay, sorry. I meant husband, excuse my rudeness."

"Whatever. I'm going to forget about you once I wake up anyway. My memory isn't that good when it comes to dreams... Ugh! I told Alistair to wake me up if I fall asleep on my desk! That's friendship betrayal dammit."

That fool still believed that he was in a dream. How amusing.

"Hm. Sounds tough. That 'Alistair' boy won't wake you up anytime soon it seems. During that time, why don't you try to enjoy the dream and marry me?"

Tadashi rolled his eyes à-la Karolina.

"Oh please. You don't even know my name and you want to marry me? I can't believe someone so fucking stupid is a 'Lord' here. Dreams really make no sense."

Hearing his comments, Dyclos suddenly got the desire to mess with him. He kneeled down, took Tadashi's hand and kissed it on the back.

"Then, could I please get your name...?"

Dyclos slowly lifted his eyes up, expecting to see the boy swooning. This move always worked on the ladies! However... the boy gave the biggest grimace he could pull off. You could tell it was physically hurting him to make this face.

"Eeww... You do all of this creepy shit and you expect me to give you my name? Get lost you *dick*. You're so disgusting..."

This was the exact moment when Dyclos' microscopic heart broke into two pieces... because it was so small that it could only be broken in two. He awkwardly got up and tried to save face.

"Uhhh... Oh come on! I'm just joking! I... I'm going to help you find your way home!"

Tadashi raised an eyebrow at that statement.

"You mean wake me up? Well, it's about time you tried to do something useful. I have a really urgent assignement to finish for tomorrow, you know?"

This guy acted so arrogant while *still* having no idea that this was not a dream? Dyclos sighed.

"Listen boy. This is not-"

At the same time, a blue light came from behind Dyclos. Seeing what it was, Tadashi violently pushed him aside, without any hesitation. It was the portal that led him in this world in the first place!

"Well, I guess I won't need your help afterall. But thank you for trying Mister-uh. No, Sir...? Oh right. 'Lord' Dyclos."

Tadashi pushed his hand into the portal first, seeing that it went inside he was ready to jump in, but then-

"My name is Tadashi by the way. Not that it matters since we'll never meet again but I kind of felt bad for not telling you. To be honest, you look really pathetic. Bye."

And he jumped in. They never saw eachother again. The end.

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I'm sorry.

#sweet elite #se #tadashi nakano #kortia #lord dyclos #dyclos #i'm sorry #my first kortia fic is a joke 😭 #I ruined everything #tadadyclos #dickshit #💩🍆

[the-fiction-witch]

My Princess

MOVIE MAZE RUNNER AU

COUPLE NEWT X READER (BLIND)

RATING SWEET

All good old fashioned fairy tales begin with narration, And this is no exception.

A long time ago, in a land far from here, sat a kingdom. Prosperous, clean and pleasant. And in this kingdom was a king and queen who unpon a winter morn, blessed there kingdom with a baby girl, a princess. However the day after she was born for reasons unknown to the kingdom the princess was sealed away never to be seen again.

Across the kingdom however while all this was going on a family rather wealthy and high standing welcomed a new baby boy, who they named newt. Yet his father already had two older more talented sons and thus newt was left purely to the attention of his mother.

And as in all old fairy tales, not long after his third birthday, his mother died.

The father wanted little to do with the blonde boy so he put him to work as a servent for his elder sons.

I groaned as I turned over trying to avoid the sunlight peering in thought my window hitting me in the eye I turned to face the wall hugging my old pillow tightly nuzzling close to the soft old fabric "uuummm princess..." I groaned holding it closer to me giving my pillow a kiss "good morning.... Uumm I know, I don't wanna get up either. Maybe we should just stay in bed a little while longer"I smirked pulling my pillow closer lightly rubbing myself on it but-

The sound of a thousand bells erupted from my wall so I groaned getting up and getting my clothes on running downstairs to the kitchen quickly making tea and breakfast taking the trays upstairs to my brother's room

"Your late!" They both complain

"I'm sorry the stove wouldn't light" I lied giving them there breakfast and there tea

"Liar! You where slaking!" They yelled

"He was probably off with that dam rat again!" Mark yelled

"He was probably sleeping in dreaming he was snuggling up with a princess again!" Alex yelled

"Shut up!' I complain going to leave

"You'll never get a princess newt! You'll be lucky dad doesn't just marry you off to the whore house, or some old crone!" Mark yelled I sighed shutting there door and going down the hall

"Good morning father" I smiled bringing him his breakfast, his tea and the morning paper

"Ahh newt, your late" he says

"Sorry the stove didn't want to light" I answered

"Very well" he nodded "Don't you have other things to be getting on with?" He asked and I nodded going back down to the kitchens to put on the pots for lunch and dinner once they where going I went around the house cleaning and dusting best I could, as soon as that was done I went out and fed the animals taking the laundry pot with me scrubbing and cleaning all the clothes often having to run inside to do some little task for my family to clean up after them, tie a shoe, get them a drink, I hated it but it's not like I have anywhere else to go, I wouldn't last a day out on the streets atleast this is a roof over my head, once I was done with the laundry I went and inside to start sorting the lunch sorting the soup I but on this morning, once it was done I took it up and severed it to them just as the door knocked my father glared so I went and got it, it was a messenger he handed me a letter and went off so I took it to my father who opened it and looked shocked

"Dear subject of our noble kingdom, all unmarried of age men are invited to a ball this evening to celebrate the birthday of the princess... And she will be choosing her husband" he read "this Is it boys I want you both looking your best one of you is bringing home a princess or so help me I'll roast your cocks on the open fire" he warned and my brother's ran off "what are you just standing around for?" He asked me

"So- so I can go father!" I asked excitedly

"What? You! No, go run there baths, go pick there clothes go on" he said

"But... The letter said all unmarried of age men.... That includes me father. I- I could try to marry the princess, better to have three options then just two?"

"Newt, I could never disprove your mother... But I have doubted since the day you where born that you where my son. Your not going that's final." He says I stormed upstairs to my room ignoring there bells and calls until I couldn't ignore them anymore I went and did the jobs they asked of me bidding them goodbye as they went to the palace I went up to my room feeding my little mouse a bit of biscuit looking at the castle across the way it lit up so beautifully I'd give anything to go...

"Your wish is my command" a voice smiled I jumped out of my skin looking to see a man behind me I pulled my little mouse close to me and screamed in terror "oh god I'm so sorry I didn't mean to scare you" he says

"W-w-w-ho are you?' I stuttered in fear

"Your fairy godfather you idiot' he laughs messing with my hair

"Fairy what?" I asked "if your my fairy... Godfather, why the hell haven't you helped before? You know my mum died! I've been abused and neglected since she died by my own father, who in fact might not be my father, and me not going to a party is the time you get off your ass to help with my problems?" I complain

"Look kid, were having to stretch alot of fairy tale cliché to get this weird ass plot to work it's really not the time for questioning it" he warns "now you wanna go have a shot at banging a princess or not?"

"Fine" I sighed "but this is really a stretch"

We headed outside and with a wave of a wand I was washed dressed and presentable "whoa! I wish I could have a bath and get dressed with a magic wand that would make life so much easier"

"Its amazing trust me, and your going to need some transport" he says taking my mouse from me

"Hey leave him alone!" I complain but with a flick and some magic dust he was a beautiful white horse that looked very confused "whoa... You uhh you got big Mr mouse. I Uhhh I just like sniffed some ye old

Fairy tail floor cleaner didn't I? I'm on like some kinda trip? Are you just some nutter who broke into my house and is feeding me acid?"

"Two things can be true at once" he shrugs "now go get that girl!" He encouraged...

When I arrived at the palace I was ushered to a huge hall filled with people I felt everyone's eyes on me it was horrible I went through the hordes of people trying to escape to a less populated area when I bumped into someone

"Ooh goodness I'm so sorry" a voice said

"No, no quiet alright it was my fault" I said opening my eyes to see a girl in a beautiful blue dress with a Vail of lace covering her face she had been knocked to the floor as had I so I got up and helped her

"I'm sorry sorry I didn't see you" she says

"No, no really it's quite alright, it's my fault I should have been looking where I was going, I'm very sorry," I told her

"Where were you going?" She asks

"Oh the outer room get our from the masses a bit" i laughed which made her giggle

'likewise, would you mind?" She asks putting up her arm

"Of course not" I smiled letting her take my arm as she lead me to the little side room full of pictures and bookshelves

"I rather like it in here" she says

"The work is beautiful, and there are some amazing books" I said

"I like the quiet" she said "knowone ever comes in here"

"How do you know?" I ask her

"I go here often, I've never heard anyone else here" she smiled "I'm sorry... I should probably get back to the party"

"Well not if you don't want to" I told her

"I don't really want to" she giggled, we sat on a sofa chatting for what felt like forever she held my hand the whole time "I should really go back now, it is my party after all" she says

"Y-your party?" I asked "your the princess?"

"I am, I don't like telling people they tend to treat me differently" she explained

"I understand, my princess"

"Your sweet" she giggled "what's your name?"

"Newt" I smiled "what's your name princess?"

"Y/n" she smiled we sat and chatted for a while more talking about books and things until "newt... You know I'm looking for a husband tonight?"

"I do" I smiled

"Could I show you something?" She asks and I nodded she then slowly pulled back the lace pushing it over her head, she had beautiful hair, a adorable face, a smile that made me smile even more, she had a couple of scars on her cheeks and around her eyes and her eyes ... They where unique.

"Can I ask you what happened to your eyes?" I asked her

"The day after I was born when my family showed me off to the kingdom, someone tried to kill me. They failed but I was blinded"

"Y-your blind?" I asked "ohh you sweet princess"

"I wanted to find someone who didn't care about my eyes, but didn't want me for just my kingdom" she explained

"Y/n... I think your eyes are beautiful" I told her caressing her cheek "could uhh Could I kiss you?"

"I'd be delighted" she smiled I went to kiss her but I heard the chimes of the clocktower

"Im sorry... I have to go" I told her

"No please" she said holding my hand

"I'm so sorry y/n, if you want to see me again.... My name's newt I live on glade drive," I told her giving her head s kiss and quickly getting out the castle and before I even got out the gates everytime changed back so I sighed picking up my mouse and heading home.

I groaned hugging my pillow tightly

"Uuuummmm good morning princess" I smiled kissing my pillow I sighed as I heard the bells so I got up getting dressed "ummm see you later y/n" I smiled giving my pillow a kiss and going down doing all my usual jobs till there was a knock on the door that my father went to get it my brother's following him

"sir we are looking for the boy from last night, the princess has chosen him for her groom" the man said as he came in with y/n in a little light blue dress and her Vail still over her face

"She has!" I asked excitedly

"Quiet you! Excuse him young servent boy" my father said

"Humm he sounds familiar" she said

"Your highness he didn't even attend last night" he said

"Wait he's-" I began but he slapped me to Shut me up she went over holding the hands of each of my brother's

"Are you sure there is knowone else here?" She asked

"Of course not" he said holding my arm tightly and she sadly left with the castle men but I slapped his hand away and ran out

"Y/n!" I yelled going out the door she turned on the garden path "y/n... My princess"

"Newt?" She asked flicking up her Vail I smiled going to her and holding her hands she smiled widely and I caressed her cheek "it is you" she smiled "can you kiss me now?"

"Of course princess" I smiled happily kissing her sweet lips

"Let's go to the castle darling" she smiled

"Yes my princess" I smiled getting the few things I had and letting her take me home.

#TMR #tmr newt #tmr newt imagine #tmr newt smut #tmr fandom #tmr au #tmr au smut #tmr smut #tmr imagine #tmr imagines #tmr imagine au #tmr series #tmr sex #tmr smut imagines #tmr smut imagine #newt #newt maze runner #the maze runner newt smut #newt smut #newt smut au #tdc newt smut #tmr newt imagines #newt imagine #newt imagines #the maze runner #Maze Runner #tbs #tbs sex #tbs smut #tbs spy

[insert-cleverurl]

hello!!! here's your prompt: think sleeping beauty except when knight!will goes to find the sleeping princess he instead finds nico, definitely not asleep. nico's parents locked him up with all the crazy thorn bushes and stuff because he was too "dangerous" and they came up with the sleeping princess thing as an excuse to make a maximum security prison for him. also nico can turn into a dragon and that's why they locked him up

oh that sounds very fun, and so as to not just have this in my ask box forever and somehow forget about it, I’m gonna do some plot points rn (because I don’t feel like working on the elams au I was so excited about an hour ago lmao)

a thing: I dug really deep into backstory instead of plot, as I do with everything lmao

nico mostly spends his days in the dilapidated castle summoning ghosts and skeletons and playing card games with them - sometimes he gets news of the outside world, but not a whole lot of people die near the castle. mostly knights, and Nico finds them all pretty annoying

will’s been training to be a knight ever since he was old enough - his father, Sir Apollo, was once one of the strongest and most trusted knights of the good King Zeus. at least, until he was cast out of the palace for crimes against the crown. will just wants to be like his father, make the king proud. 

“your father made some horrible mistakes, William. but he was a brave and strong knight - I believe you could become the better version of him.” - mr zeus

will lives by those words literally for like seven years

and then he hears through the grapevine that there’s a prince who was cast into an eternal sleep by a wicked witch (who turns out to be the bastard princess Hazel, who is not at all wicked and just wants to protect her brother) and he’s like “hey, saving that prince would totally boost my status up and maybe I’ll get a cute bf out of it too”

our boy is completely unaware that the good King Zeus and his wife Queen Hera actually sent Nico (their nephew/adopted son after Hades and Persephone died in a raid sometime after Hazel’s birth) sent Nico there because his powers were getting out of control

also they may have had a hand in Bianca’s death - but hey, they didn’t know the war on the eastern front was so bad. yes, they sent her regiment, the hunters, there, but they didn’t think anyone would die

so Will visits his friends for some supplies and heads out w/ absolutely no clue where to go except some vague directions young General Reyna (famous for climbing so high into the palace ranks despite not being part of the large extended family - and, of course, being close to the young prince, the poor girl, however does she feel? King Zeus was to have them married, she must be heartbroken) gave him

will goes and fights and gets in (and he maybe meets Hazel and her new coven at some point - Calypso, Circe, Hecate) and then he sees Nico and he’s like “hey what the fuck you’re not asleep”

Nico’s like “hahah ye my uncle thinks I’m going to kill him in his sleep and like at this point I might, his son’s way cooler than him anyways”

they talk, stuff happens, Will’s like “cool ok I’m getting you out of here” and it somehow happens

so they meet up w/ Hazel and her gals and collect some friends and Artemis too (she’s just like uhhh dad’s been kinda mean recently don’t like that) and they storm the palace and Nico gives a big and dramatic speech and in the end Zeus and Hera yields the throne to the next in line - one of the princes or princesses aka Jason, Thalia, Percy, or Nico (literally none of them want it but Nico gets out w/ “hey I've been trapped for like twelve years idk what's happening” and Thalia’s like “y’all know I’ve got an army to run” so Jason n Percy are like “u no what we can figure this out later”)

and then Nico and will are like “hey I kinda really like you”

“do you like like me” “yes you gremlin I like like you” and then they kiss and everything is all well and good and happy

wow this is gonna turn out to be really long isn’t it :// I'm probably not gonna finish in time here’s to hoping tho?

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #pjo/hoo #nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #prompt #au #sleeping beauty au

[feed-the-birdss]

James Asked

This is my submission for @tropewizardtournament! I hope you all enjoy!!

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The humming sounds of the strange instruments that filled the circular room played alongside James Potter's tapping foot. The magnificent red and gold Phoenix next to the desk, whose name James could not remember, looked on at the messy haired boy pensively.

Before he started tapping his foot, James tried to engage in a staring contest with the bird because it wouldn't stop staring at him, but quickly realized the bird was going to win and resigned to his foot-tapping to distract him as he waited.

A few years ago, maybe even a year ago, James probably would've snooped around the office to get a good look at some of the nick knacks his wacky headmaster had lying around. However, he had been behaving a lot better over the past year. His mother had said it's because he's finally begun to mature. He guess that makes sense, but he doesn't really feel any different. He still makes decisions impulsively, like any other real Gryffindor. The difference is, his impulses are just directed towards other things these days. Like death eaters, and You Know Who.

Although, he could think of one impulse that hasn't changed even a bit, and it's the only one he's had to learn how to not act on. Red hair, green eyes, a freckled nose. James' foot's tapping slowly started to die off. Lily…he thought. Bloody Hell, he groaned. He really just didn't want to think about her right now. So he resumed his foot-tapping at top speed and started using his school shirt to clean his very dirty wand.

"Excuse me? But would you kindly stop incessantly tapping that foot of yours young man? Some of us are trying to sleep here."

As his foot stopped mid-tap, James looked up from the smudges on his wand to see the portrait of Armando Dippet, giving him the dirtiest look he'd ever seen on a portrait including the time he and Sirius woke up the fat lady as she was sleeping off what was an obvious hangover.

"Oh, uh—right, sorry mate," apologized James. He wanted to ask if he knew when Dumbledore was going to show up for their meeting, but thought better of it given the dirty look from before.

Without the tapping of his foot to distract him from his thoughts though, James was left with, well, his thoughts and the Phoenix, who didn't really seem to do anything other than stare at him.

His head looked towards the door of the office, "Where is he?" James asked out loud.

"Right here, Mr. Potter."

James stood up as the door opened and in walked the old man, half-moon spectacles, mauve robes and all. James was not exactly sure why he stood up, but a man like that somehow just automatically gets respect from everyone present when he walks into a room.

"Sorry Professor."

"Not a problem. I know I kept you waiting for some time. My most sincerest apologies, but Professor Slughorn and I got caught up in a discussion regarding our Head Girl's potion skills," explained Dumbledore as he walked to his desk to sit down.

James really did not want to talk or think about Lily tonight beyond Heads duties, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he couldn't help it, a conversation is always more interesting to him whenever she's mentioned. James sat down across from him and asked, "I don't mean to pry Professor, but may I ask why you and Professor Slughorn were talking about her potion skills?"

"You may." He said as he softly stroked the Phoenix, whose name James still couldn't remember, "Professor Slughorn is aware that I am very interested in the talents and skills of all the seventh years. Therefore, he let me know of Ms. Evans' exceptional potion-making abilities, and her quick wit. Which I do say, I have had the pleasure of witnessing myself, and it is quite something," he finished with a chuckle.

James couldn't help but smile back, "Yes. She's quite the girl," he agreed. However, saying that only reminded James of the fact this girl, he's pretty sure he's in love with, is not with him. The smile slowly left his face.

"To echo your words from before James, I must say that I don't mean to pry, but may I ask what is wrong? I've noticed you've seem off this past week. In fact, I think I overheard your good friend Mr. Black the other day mention that you've lost your 'strut' as he put it."

James was about to say that the upcoming quidditch game against Ravenclaw has been making him nervous, but he felt like Dumbledore's blue eyes were piercing him through those spectacles. He just knew that if he made something up, Dumbledore would know, and he didn't want a man he greatly respected to think him a liar. Plus, Sirius, Remus and Peter have re-instated the 'No Complaining About Evans Past 5PM Rule' again, and he was going a little stir-crazy today. So it poured out of him in one big huff, "I've fancied Lily since fourth year, and we're in October of our last year, and I'm terrified that I'll never get a bloody chance with her," James paused, "sir," he finished clearing his throat.

Dumbledore's eyes continued to exam him, and what made matters worse was that his Phoenix was still staring at him too. So there they were, James, Dumbledore, and this Phoenix, in this circular office, in loud silence, staring at each other. Sweat began to form on James' brow.

To James' utter relief, Dumbledore finally opened his mouth, "Hmmm, I see."

"Uhhh, yes," spluttered James, his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Forgive me James, but I was under the impression that you and Miss Evans were already together. So this is a bit of a shock for me."

James blinked. If expressionless calm-seated staring was how this man showed his shock, it is no wonder how he defeated Grindelwald. "What gave you that impression, sir?"

"Don't get me wrong. I am very aware as to how Miss Evans felt about you a year or two ago. My, I think the whole school was aware," he chuckled as James scowled. "Yet, there was barely a moment I can remember from last year or this past month, where you two weren't together laughing and smiling at each other. Naturally, I thought the friendship had turned into something more by now."

"I wish," sighed James. "We have become good friends, but I just—" he paused, "well sir, I just am a little nervous to ask her out after all the times she rejected me, and I feel like—you know, if she liked me back, Lily is the type of woman who would ask me out, but she hasn't yet…so yeah…"

Dumbledore, and to James' annoyance, the Phoenix continued to stare silently at him as James grimaced at the floor.

Once again, after a few moments and James' utter relief, Dumbledore finally broke the silence, "Mr. Potter, I am going to offer you some advice, and mind you, it's advice that I do not give lightly."

James' interest peaked. He was not venting for the purposes of getting advice here. He really just needed to vent to someone who wasn't Sirius, Remus, Peter (or his mother). However, when the greatest wizard in the world is offering you dating advice, you shut the hell up and listen. Although, he's pretty sure Sirius would laugh his ass off at the idea of Albus Dumbledore, sitting in a mauve robe, giving James advice on his love life as Dumbledore's pet Phoenix stared into his soul as he listened.

"I'll take anything I can get at this point sir." James encouraged.

Dumbledore's head titled forward slightly so his blue eyes were no piercing James directly, and he slowly brought the tips of his fingers together in front of his chest as he said, "Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who asked for it."

James blinked. That's it. He thought to himself. I would be married to her by now if that was bloody true.

"Oh…okay," replied James blankly.

"Right, now James, I am very sorry to cut the love chat short, but we must be getting on with our meeting," asserted Dumbledore.

"Of course sir."

About a half hour later, James was walking back to the common room from Dumbledore's Office. As he and Dumbledore went over the protocols for prefects during the next Hogsmeade trip, he couldn't get Dumbledore's advice out his head. Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it. Absolutely useless that was. What does that even mean? James couldn't count the number of times he's asked—begged—for something, anything or anyone to help him get a chance with this girl. Like, does he need to explicitly ask the school out loud? Is that what it is? Madness.

Madness…that kind of makes sense coming from Dumbledore. However, Dumbledore's madness is part of what makes him the greatest.

That's when James stopped mid-step and thought to himself, well, what the bloody hell have I got lose at this point anyway?

So he looked behind him to make sure the coast was clear, and then quickly hauled himself into the broom closet and slammed the door. The force of the slam caused a broom to clatter to the ground and dust to sprinkle down from the ceiling.

After quickly brushing himself off, he deeply breathed in the dust-filled air and tentatively said, "Hogwarts?"

He then paused as if expecting, and half hoping, the school to magically speak back to him. But after a second or two of silence he continued, "Right, so um, Dumbledore said you may be able to help me out with, uh, well my Lily issue, or my lil' problem, as Padfoot likes to call it. But I guess what Sirius says doesn't matter much to you right now.

'Anyway, yeah so, there's this girl, and well, I think I love her. But we're not together you see. We're friends—good friends—hell, I consider her one of my best friends these days, but I want to be more. Sometimes…Fuck, okay, I've never said this out loud, but, um, well I sometimes think she might, uh, like me back and stuff. Like, she's always making excuses to touch me, and she flirts back with me all the bloody time. And at the beginning of the year, when we were on the express on our way over here, the train rattled, and Lily sorta fell onto me, and I caught her. At that moment, I swear she was dying to kiss me as much as I was dying to kiss her…" James' eyes glazed over at the memory.

The dust in the air soon made James sneeze, which woke him up from his stupor, "Uh…right. So this girl. Lily. So I guess I should formally ask you for help? Okay—here we go, um…Hogwarts, I, James Fleamont Potter, am desperately asking, or begging if you accept begs, to give me the chance to date Lily Marie Evans…please and thank you…I guess?"

He waited a minute or two to see if anything happened. He's not sure what he was expecting, but he was kind of hoping for Lily to magically show up in the closet with him to ask him out…or snog him. He would be okay with either scenario really. Alas, nothing happened.

So he slowly opened the door of the closet, turned his head both ways to check that the coast was still clear and continued on down the corridor as if he was not just talking to himself in a broom closet.

He was just approaching the library, when he saw the unmistakable shade of red.

"James!" smiled Lily.

Holy shit. Thought James, as she smiled at him. He noticed her hands were covered in their customary ink stains he almost never sees her without, and her bag was slung over her shoulder.

"Hey Lils," smiled James. Trying his hardest to shield his nervous excitement. Was this it!? Was she going to ask him out? Was he all of sudden going to magically get the courage to ask her out? Were they going to snog?

"How was your meeting with Dumbledore?" she asked brightly.

This whole situation felt too mundane to James, and he wasn't getting hit with some splurge of courage or anything, so he felt like this wasn't the help he was promised. He's pretty sure Hogwarts would know how to be more obvious.

"Good. We went over the Hogsmeade protocol. Sorry I couldn't meet with him when you did, but you know…quidditch and all," he explained as his hand instinctively went to ruffled his hair.

"Don't worry about it." She said as they both started to head towards the common room, "Anyway, I've been dying to ask you all day, but what on earth has been growing on Sirius' upper lip. It's absolutely ghastly."

"I know! Moony tried to talk him out of it when he said he was going for it, but Padfoot refused. He's claiming the stache will match the motorbike he fixed up over the summer."

"Oh God. That somehow makes the whole thing worse. The scoundrel nearly gave my dad a freaking heart attack when he saw him come to pick me up on that thing," she giggled at the memory, "I had to tell him that as a witch, I was more than capable of saving myself if we crashed."

James laughed along with her, "that's probably true."

"Damn straight Potter." As they started to climb a staircase, she asked, "So other than rounds tomorrow night, what else do you have to finish before the quidditch game on Saturday?"

"Surprisingly not much, only that essay for McGonagall, and practicing nonverbals for DADA."

"That's good. The team looking alright?"

Luckily for Lily, just as James was about to go on a bit of a quidditch rant about strategies for the next game, the staircase they were climbing began to move. This was nothing out of the ordinary for any Hogwarts student, but both of them couldn't help but groan in response. They would now have to take a much longer route to get back to the common room.

As the staircase continued to shift, Lily furrowed her brows, "Is it just me, or is the staircase slowing down?"

"What?" asked James in confusion.

That's when the staircase stopped altogether. James and Lily widened their eyes. In front of them and behind them, the stairs were met with air. Neither side was connected to another staircase.

"Uh…James. Has this ever happened to you before?"

"Can't say it has Evans."

"Uh…right…what the fuck do we do?" she perplexed.

"Um…fuck, do you think we could jump down to that one down there?" He pointed to a staircase that looked about 15-20 metres below them. "How the fuck did we end up here? It felt like we were still anchored to that bottom staircase?"

"I'm so confused. We're literally, like, suspended in mid-air, and the closest staircases are about 20 metres above and below us….," she paused, "Do you think we could levitate each other down to the ground? Or we could jump and set a cushioning charm? Or we could send a patronus to someone and get help?"

"Ummm, not that I don't trust us to levitate or cushion each other, but like, probably safer to do a patronus and get someone to sort us out."

"Agreed. You know how to do one right? I saw you do it over the summer."

"Yeah, my dad taught Sirius and I. Do you?"

"I've been practicing for a few weeks with Marlene, and we've managed to only the get the silvery mist…so no I guess," she huffed.

"That's better than either Sirius and I were either to manage after almost two months of trying. Pretty impressive Evans," he flirted with a smirk.

Lily smirked back, "I just set you up for the perfect opportunity to show off in front of me Potter. You better take it."

James chuckled, and just thought him and Lily flirting at that very moment, "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled. Surprisingly nothing came out. "Uhhh…well this hasn't happened in a while. Let me try again."

This time, he thought of that moment on the train ride when he thought they were going to kiss, that memory worked when he cast the Patronus just this morning, "Expecto Patronum!" He yelled again with more power. Again, nothing happened.

It was clear Lily was trying to hold back a laugh, "Oh sod off Evans, you know I can cast it. You said so yourself."

"It's okay James. It happens to every guy. It's totally normal. Some men get performance anxiety when they're with a pretty girl," she finished with a fit of giggles.

"Not funny Evans," James said even though it was clear he was trying to hold a laugh back too.

Once they both sobered up a bit, Lily suggested, "Um, why don't I try levitating you, just on this staircase to practice a bit."

"Okay…" cautioned James slowly, "but, I swear, if you drop me, and damage any part of me necessary for quidditch, I am not going to stop all the angry Gryffindors from coming after you for hurting their chance at the Cup."

Lily rolled her eyes in response, "I'm not scared of some quidditch obsessed Gryffindors, and I am pretty sure the only Gryffindor who would ever dare hold a wand against me is Sirius, and we all know how that worked out for him last time," she challenged.

"Touché Evans, but the point still stands. Please don't hurt me," he jokingly begged.

"Stand still then James." Lily dropped her bag on the stair below her, took a deep breath and firmly said, "Wingardium Leviosa!" James stayed firmly on the ground. "What the actual fuck!? I got that charm the first time I tried in first year!"

"Don't worry Evans. It happens to everyone. Especially if you're with an extremely handsome lad like myself."

"Shut it! This is serious. I don't think any magic will work here for some reason."

"What!?" James eyes widened as he started furiously waving his wand and shouting, "Lumos! Lumos Maxima! Aguamenti!"

They both looked at each other with wide eyes in complete panic.

"Well fuck," gulped Lily. "What are we going to do?!"

James blinked, and then took a breath. "Um..shit, okay, we need to calm down and just wait, I guess. I don't think there's anything we can do if our wands aren't working," he reasoned.

"Right, okay…that's good…you're calm, I should be calm too," she took a deep breath, "I am calm. Totally zen. So let's just wait. Someone is bound to walk by eventually. Might actually be interesting to camp out here for the night."

"Uhhh…I don't think we'll have to worry about that. I know for a fact that McGonagall does rounds of the entire Gryffindor Tower after the midnight, and it's still only 11."

"Gee, I wonder why she does that?" questioned Lily with a knowing smirk as she sat down on the stair she was standing on.

James followed her lead and sat down as well, "Well, she only caught us that one time in second year, but you have to give her props for continuing to try."

"You boys should give her a special goodbye prank just for her on her last round of the year before we leave."

"We should! Why didn't we think of that!?"

"Because we all know I come up with Marauders' best ideas," claimed Lily confidently.

"HA! Yeah right Evans, you only once suggested a prank for Slughorn, and while yes, it relieved us of Potions for a week, it was not, by any means our best prank," argued James.

"Well, that's unfair. The quality of a prank is completely subjective then because while I know that one's the best, you seem to see another bogus truth."

James chuckled, "Whatever Evans, agree to disagree?"

"Fine," replied Lily with a smirk and a sarcastic huff.

With Lily's back against one bannister and James' back against the other banister lounging on the step below her, they then went on to discuss some of the Marauders' other great pranks and whether or not Lily's influence played any part in their brilliance.

After a good hour having debated the brilliance of the Maurader pranks, coming up with ways to sabotage Sirius' moustache, and Lily explaining to James why she thought muggle candy was better than wizarding candy, Lily remembered her unanswered question from earlier.

"So you never did tell me, how is the quidditch team looking for Saturday's game?"

"Oh right! Glad you asked actually! We're doing pretty well. That being said, we really need to clean up our defense. Our offense is next to perfect thanks to me and the other chasers, but Ravenclaw's defense is always better than ours. I mean, they like to double-team the best chaser on each team, and for Gryffindor, that's me. Sirius and Cootes wanted to do the same with Ravenclaw, but all their chasers are so bloody similar in style, it's hard to pin-point which is actually the best, you know? So I am trying to train them to fly in between their three chasers at all times so that they can't pass to each other. This way—"

"James, can you shut up now?" pleaded Lily.

"Hey! You asked!"

"Yes, I did ask, and now I deeply regret it."

James chuckled and rolled his eyes, "You always do this. You ask me about quidditch, and then tell me to shut up part way through my answers. So I think as punishment, you should be forced to listen to the rest of my quidditch talk tonight."

"Well, I only ask you because it's cute to watch you get so excited," stated Lily nonchalantly. James's reaction to that response, however, was anything but nonchalant. His ears were ringing, and his heart was soaring. Yet, to his total shock, he still managed to put up his famous flirtatious smirk.

"You think I'm cute when I talk quidditch Evans?"

"Sod off James. We both know I think you're attractive, and we both sure as hell know you think I'm attractive."

James wasn't really expecting that answer. His ears and heart were still ringing and soaring. I mean, attraction doesn't necessarily mean that she fancies him…could it? That's when James remembered, could this weird stuck on staircase thing be Hogwarts' way of helping him? He'd totally forgotten that he asked for Hogwarts help at this point, but it's starting to make sense now. This is his chance! It must me! There's no other explanation.

But, sweet Merlin, why couldn't Hogwarts have been a bit more obvious in it's approach!? Or at least given James time to come up with a game plan and consult with the Marauders!? Now he was starting to get nervous.

"Earth to James?" motioned Lily with her wand and hand.

"Sorry what?" piped up James.

"I just asked you what your plans are for Hogsmeade."

This was it. He was going to ask Lily Evans out, and she was going to say yes. Hogwarts was on his side this time. Nothing was stopping him now.

He took a deep breath, ruffled his hair, and said, "actually…Lily? I was wondering if you wanted to—"

"What on earth are you two doing up there!?"

James and Lily both looked down to see a furious looking Professor McGonagall from the bottom of the staircase in the corridor.

"It's not what it looks like Professor! We didn't do anything! The stairs just stopped moving, and we got stuck here!" yelled Lily down to her.

James was still reeling from him lost moment with Lily, and just stared wide-eyed at both of them as they yelled to each other.

"It most certainly does not look that way Miss Evans. What did you two do to the staircases? This must have taken some extreme magic! Will I find Mr. Black perched behind some pillar?" She asked as she quickly grabbed her wand from her robe and said, "Homenum Revelio!" She paused and turned her head wildly to see if the spell revealed anything. Lily and James just continued to stare at her, after a moment or two with no appearance from Sirius, McGonagall said, "It's just you too, but still, you two need to get down here this instant."

"We can't! We're honestly stuck. We didn't do anything to the staircase," stressed Lily.

"Our wands aren't even working up here," added James.

"I highly doubt that." McGonagall assured. She then made some fancy movements with her wand and proceeded to float up to their staircase.

James and Lily looked on with wide eyes and open mouths as their straight-line professor gracefully floated herself up the staircase like some sort of angel—all grace and ease.

"Merlin's Beard you two, why didn't you just jump onto the other staircase? It's only a metre or two. Honestly."

James and Lily's mouths were still open as their heads turned confusedly to look at the small gaps between each staircase.

"We swear professor, that gap was like—like 20 metres before, and our wands, Merlin, our wands weren't working…at all…I—I don't know what's happening," spluttered Lily.

"It's just Hogwarts doing its thing I guess," reasoned James with a small shoulder shrug. He had just begun to accept that Hogwarts worked in mysterious ways at this point.

Both Lily and McGonagall started staring daggers at James in that moment.

"James Fleamont Potter, if this was some sort prank, so help me—"

"It wasn't me! I had nothing to do with it!" directly, James added as an afterthought.

McGonagall looked at him with a thin-mouth, scrutinizing him to the best of her ability, which usually worked on James. However, James remained steadfast in his innocent stare. McGonagall sighed, and her mouth loosed slightly to say, "well, whatever happened here, it looks like everything's in place anyway, other than staircase being slightly off, but Albus will know how to fix it. No one was hurt, and it's not past the head students' curfew yet. Therefore, I suppose you two should just head straight to your dorms for now. However, don't let this happen again Mr. Potter."

James was about to argue once again that this was not his doing, but decided against it and just nodded quietly. "Yes Ma'am."

"Good, now off you two."

Lily grabbed her bag, then grabbed James and proceeded to, carefully, jump up to the next staircase as McGonagall magicked herself back down to the main corridor to go get Dumbledore.

"Do you promise that you didn't pull anything back there?"

"I swear to you Lils," he implored

Lily looked back at him earnestly, "Okay, I believe you. But Merlin, that was actually ridiculous."

"Yeah, but still not the strangest thing that's happened in these halls I bet."

"Too true, Potter. Too true," replied Lily as they walked back toward the common room. James couldn't help but notice that Lily seemed somewhere else in that moment though, as if she was trying to work out some puzzle in her head. There was the slightest turn of her mouth, and her green eyes didn't seem as bright as usual. James was a bit out of it too though honestly. He still felt like Hogwarts was trying to tell him something here, but he just needed another sign—another moment.

"Um…James?" Lily asked quietly all of a sudden.

"Yeah Lils?" For what must have been at least the third time that night, James felt like this was Hogwarts' doing.

"What were you going to say back there? Before on the staircase…about—about Hogsmeade, I mean. Before McGonagall interrupted and all," Lily's cheeks were turning red.

James' heart started hammering. This had to be it. Now was his chance. Hopefully, Hogwarts, or anyone else for that matter, wouldn't interrupt him this time.

"Yeah…right, so Evans—Lily…you've become one of my best friends this past year, and well," James' hand went to ruffle his hair, "I don't want to mess it up and all, but you have to know that I still fancy the pants off you."

"Wait…what? You do?" Her eyes brightened, and her cheeks turned impossibly rosier.

"Yeah, and I don't think I'll stop fancying you anytime soon…I honestly don't know how you feel. Well, I mean, I know you like me as your friend and all, but—" James' hand went to his hair once more as he stopped outside the sleeping Fat Lady's portrait and turned toward Lily, "I would really love to go to Hogsmeade with you Lily."

Lily's mouth kept opening and closing. This was worse than the three-way staring contest between him, Dumbledore, and that Phoenix. He wasn't even sure if his heart was still beating at this point. Maybe Hogwarts wasn't helping him after all. Maybe Dumbledore is as mad as he seems. After what felt like an eternity, James broke the silence in desperation, "Look, Lily—"

"No, wait! I have something to say. I just need to gather my thoughts. So shut up for a minute Potter," demanded Lily.

"Uhhh…right. Okay," nodded James.

Lily was just simply looking at him now, and despite her rosy cheeks, and brightened green eyes, she seemed expressionless, like Dumbledore was. Another eternity later, she took a deep breath, "James?"

"Yeah?" cautioned James.

"Why did you not ask me out before if you still fancied me?" asked Lily in an eerily calm voice.

"Honestly, I don't know. Well, I mean, I'm still kind of recovering from the whole 'giant squid' thing…" finished James with a chuckle. Lily hit James on the arm in response, "Ow!"

"This is not funny Potter!" yelled Lily.

"You two! It is past midnight! Head students or not! You shouldn't—"

"Fawkes," said James. The portrait swung open and James and Lily stepped inside the empty common room.

"Lily, look. I've been wanting to ask you out again since the summer, but I've honestly just been too scared, until now I guess, and I also thought that if you liked me back, you would've asked me out by now."

"Well, I thought you didn't like me that way anymore!" exclaimed Lily.

"What!?" James' eyes widened. "You fancy me back?"

"Yes! Since, like, halfway through sixth year you fool!"

"Why didn't you ask me out then!?" marvelled James wide-eyed.

"Like I said! I didn't think you still fancied me anymore!"

"What gave you that ridiculous idea!?"

"I don't know! I just thought, well…the ball was your court!"

"What bloody ball Evans!?"

"Ugh…James!" huffed Lily as she rolled her eyes, dropped her bag, stood on her tip-toes, took his face in her hands, and brought her lips to his.

James just stood there for a second, before he realized what was happening and began to move his lips in time with hers, and his arms immediately went around her waist to hug her close against him. He was in absolute heaven. He couldn't fucking believe. He was actually kissing Lily bloody Evans in the fucking Gryffindor Common Room. He was thanking every God and deity out there.

Lily finally released from him to catch her breath, and softly whispered against his mouth, "I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you by the way."

"Good," he replied, affectionately rubbing his nose against hers before he continued to passionately kiss her.

After a few solid minutes of snogging, James and Lily parted ways to head up to their respective dorms with grins on their faces, racing hearts and a flush in their cheeks. James even stopped halfway on the staircase to catch his bearings. He didn't want to walk into his dorm looking like a right sod. Then he remembered he owed someone—or something—a thank you.

He gently placed his hand against the stone wall, and said, "Thank you Hogwarts. As a gift, I promise to learn every word to the school song, and to never, uhh personally that is, put off a dung bomb in your halls ever again, and—"

"Uhhh…James?"

James looked up, and to his absolute horror, Sirius, Remus and Peter all stood there on there at the top of the staircase outside their dorm on the verge of laughing their asses off.

"What the fuck are you doing mate?" laughed Sirius.

"Yeah, who are you talking to Prongs?" snickered Peter.

"I'll have you know, that I have a date with Evans and I was just thanking the place that helped me get it."

That shut them up for a second. Sirius, Remus and Peter had abruptly stopped laughing, and each of them had dumbstruck looks plastered on their faces. Before Sirius utter with a grin, "well, it's about bloody time. What'd you do to finally seal the deal though?"

"I asked for help."

#trope wizard tournament #jily #jily canon #jily fanfic #jily fanfiction #jily fic #jily fandom #friends to lovers #hogwarts #james x lily #moving staircases #dumbledore #albus dumbledore #minerva #minerva mcgonagall #mcgongall #giant squid #feeding birds

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Classic literature vines compilation: crossovers pt. 01

A/N: I’ll have to split this one too.

Victor Frankenstein: Hey, wanna hear a chemistry joke?

Henry Jekyll: …

Victor Frankenstein: Sooo no?

Henry Jekyll: Oh sorry, did you want a REACTION? >;D

Victor Frankenstein: *cries in a corner*

Edward Hyde: Come on, shake what yo' mama gave ya! :D

Frankenstein's Creature: My mother was the most selfish woman I ever met, SHE NEVER GAVE ME ANYTHING-

Edward Hyde: Alright! Jesus …

Dr. Moreau, conducting the orchestra, singing: Anarchy that I run, it's Doctor Horrible's turn-

Dr. Jekyll, playing the piano, singing:  -You people all have to learn-

Frankenstein at the mic, singing: -This world is going to-

All three: BURN! BURN! BURN!

Frankenstein, speaking: Yeah, it's two R's, h-o-r-r, right-

All three: BURN!

Edward Hyde, to Frankenstein's Creature: You gotta start taking the thug life more seriously!

Ice cream wagon: *appears off-screen*

Edward Hyde & Frankenstein's Creature: ICE CREAM!!! *run out of the picture excitedly* 

Frankenstein's Creature: Dad's been on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home for a few days.

Edward Hyde: …

Frankenstein's Creature: …

Both: *put on shades*

Hyde: *slamming the door shut and open*

Frankenstein's Creature: *playing the trumpet*

Dr. Moreau: Hello?

Victor Frankenstein: Hey, what's up?

Dr. Moreau:I need your help. You come here?

Victor Frankenstein: Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Dr. Moreau: Either way, hurry up and come here.

Victor Frankenstein: I can't find them.

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, you can't find them?

Victor Frankenstein: I can't find them, there is only soup!

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, there is only soup?

Victor Frankenstein: It means, there is only soup!

Dr. Moreau: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Victor Frankenstein: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! *goes to the next aisle* There's more soup.

Dr. Moreau: What do you mean, there's more soup?!

Victor Frankenstein: There's just more soup.

Dr. Moreau: Go to the next aisle!

Victor Frankenstein: There's still soup!

Dr. Moreau: Where are you right now?!

Victor Frankenstein: I'm at Soup!

Dr. Moreau: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE AT SOUP?!

Victor Frankenstein: I MEAN, I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Moreau: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Victor Frankenstein: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!

Dr. Moreau: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Victor Frankenstein: FUCK YOU!!!

Dr. Jekyll: Hello?

Griffin: Hey, what's up?

Dr. Jekyll: I need your help. You come here?

Griffin: Uh, I can't, I'm buying clothes.

Dr. Jekyll: Either way, hurry up and come here.

Griffin: I can't find them.

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, you can't find them?

Griffin: I can't find them, there's only soup.

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, there's only soup?

Griffin: It means, there's only soup!

Dr. Jekyll: WELL, THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE!

Griffin: Alright, you don't have to shout at me! *goes to the next aisle* There's more soup!

Dr. Jekyll: What do you mean, there's more soup?

Griffin: There's just more soup!

Dr. Jekyll: Go into the next aisle!

Griffin: There's still soup!

Dr. Jekyll: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!

Griffin: I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Jekyll: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE AT SOUP!?

Griffin: I MEAN, I'M AT SOUP!

Dr. Jekyll (about to transform): WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!

Griffin: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!

Mr. Hyde (just transformed): WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!

Griffin: FUCK YOU!!!

Dr. Jekyll, sombrely: Sir, you appear to have a very severe case of-

Dr. Jekyll: -Baby Voice.

Frankenstein: *cries like a baby*

Dr. Moreau: Hello, welcome to Standing Up School!

Victor Frankenstein: *flop*

Dr. Moreau: Aaand, you failed.

Dorian Gray, to Frankenstein's Creature: Yo' mama's so fat-

Frankenstein's Creature: I have two dads. -_-

Dorian Gray: …

Frankenstein's Creature: Doesn't really work.

Victor Frankenstein: Ah, but what about the laws of compassion? Sir, please cover the laws of compassion for us!

Dr. Jekyll: What do you want now?!

Victor Frankenstein: It's time to cover the laws of compassion!

Dr. Jekyll: We already covered that!

Victor Frankenstein: Teach me, Senpai-

Victor Frankenstein: -you bitch!

Griffin: Good afternoon, Sir. Could we interest you in some chocolate?

Dr. Jekyll: Chocolate? Did you say chocolate?!

Dr. Moreau: Yes, Sir. With or without nuts.

Dr. Jekyll, transforming: Chocolate … chocolate …

Mr. Hyde, just transformed: CHOCOLAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAATE! CHOCOLAAAAAAAATE!!!

Griffin and Dr. Moreau: *run for their lives*

Mr. Hyde: CHOCOLAAAAAAAAATE!!! *pursues them*

Frankenstein's Creature: Victor? Where are you?

Frankenstein's Creature: Your creature wants to go home and get s-go to sleep!

Frankenstein's Creature, frantically looking around: Has anyone seen my creator?! Oh god, Victor! That filial adrenaline is kicking in! FATHER!!!

Frankenstein's Creature to Dr. Jekyll: Excuse me, Doctor, have you seen my creator, Victor Frankenstein?! This tall, clearly gay, but we haven't had the talk yet!

Dr. Jekyll: Uhhh … O_e

Van Helsing: Well then, show us something!

Dr. Jekyll: Noooo, it's embarrassing!

Victor Frankenstein: Do something! *attacks*

Dr. Jekyll: *knocks him out with a roundhouse kick*

Van Helsing: … Shit! O_O

Edward Hyde: So you play the piano?

Dorian Gray: Yeah?

Edward Hyde: Soo, you're a pe(a)nis(t)?

Dorian Gray: O_e

Edward Hyde: *cackles*

Van Helsing, as a Yoga coach: Release all the sounds that are trapped in your mind.

Dr. Jekyll: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH-

Victor Frankenstein: …

Griffin: …

Dorian Gray: …

Erik: … 

Van Helsing: … Doctor? Are you okay?

Dr. Jekyll: I'm a little better now.

Van Helsing: When exactly did you lose your mind?

Griffin: Hmm … three months ago. I woke up one morning, married to a pine-apple! An ugly pine-apple.

Griffin: *sighs dreamily* But I loved her! <3

Frankenstein's Creature: This is fun.

Edward Hyde: You know, we could have more fun upstairs in my bed.

Frankenstein's Creature: *playing video games with Hyde* You're so right!

Edward Hyde: Yup!

Edward Hyde: Teacher, can I use the bathroom?

Victor Frankenstein: I don't know, can you?

Edward Hyde: I don't know, can you get a full-time job and an actual exam, diploma and doctorate? You college drop-out.

Edward Hyde: Seriously. Everyone in this room is more educated than you. Even I.

Frankenstein's Monster, Griffin & Dorian Gray: OHHHHHHHHHH!!! *laugh*

Victor Frankenstein: …

Edward Hyde: *has shades on*

Erik: I like killing people, how about you?

Dracula: Drinking blood. *turns to Dorian Gray* You?

Dorian Gray: Fashion.

The other two: O_e

Dorian Gray: You're looking fabulous, btw.

Count Dracula: Are you a real villain?

Dorian Gray: Uh-

Edward Hyde: Well, uh, technically, uh-

Count Dracula: Have you ever caught a good guy, like, a real superhero?

Edward Hyde: Nah.

Dorian Gray: *shakes head*

Count Dracula: Have you ever tried a disguise?

Everyone, except Hyde: *shakes head*

Edward Hyde: Bitch, I AM the disguise!

Count Dracula: *ignores Hyde* Alright! I can see, that I will have to teach you, how to be villains!

Count Dracula: *starts playing an obnoxious tune on the saxophone*

Everyone else: HEY!!! O_e

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[welcometothepenumbra]

SECOND CITADEL – THE SPORTIVE NYMPHS (PART ONE)

SOUND: RAIN. TRAIN ARRIVES, CREAKS TO A STOP. DOOR CLANKS OPEN.

CONDUCTOR: Ah, good evening, Traveler. And welcome… to The Penumbra.

SOUND: DOOR CLANKS SHUT.

Take your seat, please, take your seat.

MUSIC: STARTS.

The junction lies ahead, so if you’ll allow me just a moment.

SOUND: TRAIN WHISTLE.

We are now passing through the Lake of Tranquility.

SOUND: TRAIN MOVING.

Our next stop?

SOUND: TRAIN BRAKES.

The Sportive Nymphs.

SOUND: DOOR CLANKS OPEN, RAIN.

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

MUSIC: STARTS.

SOUND: GENTLE WAVES.

SIR MARC: (FADING IN) Ha ha, I knew you had it in you, Tal! Look at that master tracker go, finding a shortcut around the Lake of Tranquility that not even the Queen knew about!

SOUND: HOOFBEATS.

TALFRYN: It’s really not that impressive.

MARC: Of course it is! Who else would’ve known about that pond hidden in the jungle?

TALFRYN: It’s not hard to find, if you know about the breeding patterns of mosquitoes—

MARC: Ew! Or, who knew that horses could swim? Could swim good, even?

SOUND: HORSE SNORT.

TALFRYN: Yeah, horses are real good swimmers, Marc.

MARC: (NERVOUS LAUGH) Oh, come on, what are you worried about? If our new friend at the docks came through for us, and you know she did—

TALFRYN: Sir Marc, you didn’t!

MARC: Then the boat those knucklehead knights are waiting for’s got more holes in it than your undershirt! And that means they’ll have to wait for another one, and blammo! Just like that, you and I are two weeks ahead of them, and that means we’re gonna bag the biggest monster of all time! Just the two of us!

SOUND: HORSE SNORT.

Three, I mean!

TALFRYN: Come on.

MARC: Your horse doesn’t count.

TALFRYN: You don’t know that this monster is that big a deal. Those are just rumors.

MARC: Just rumors, he says! Then let’s take a look at the cold, hard facts. Some cunning monster slithers into the Citadel, and burgles a beautiful maiden, and kills like a hundred people—

TALFRYN: We’d have noticed if one hundred people were dead. Probably.

MARC: Well, it must’ve done something bad, because who did the Queen send after it? The two top monster slayers in the Citadel. A new Investigator-General, the first in a century, and you remember what a pain she was. With a hunting team like that, this thing has to be, like, the biggest monster ever!

TALFRYN: Sir Caroline was a really good fighter…

MARC: I heard it’s a lizard-dragon-man with a thousand arms. And we’ve got earwitness testimony on that one, Tal, people heard Sir Damien say he saw it.

TALFRYN: Sir Marc… this seems like a really bad idea.

MARC: All the good ideas are bad ideas!

TALFRYN: This area is one of the most dangerous in the Citadel! Did you ask Rilla if she heard anything about this dragon-man, even?

MARC: Of course not. That’d be cheating. Also: she would’ve told me this was too dangerous. And also: I’m really bad at lying to her so I didn’t visit before I left.

TALFRYN: If we wanted to make a good impression with the Queen, why don’t we protect the Citadel while the Queen’s best knights are away? That’d be safer! And smarter!

MARC: (LAUGHING) Safer, yes. But smarter? Also yes. That plan is missing something that mine has, though. Lean in, come on, Tal, lean.

The girl the monster stole is supposed to be very pretty.

TALFRYN: …Oh.

MARC: Oh? Ohhhh? Do I sense some interest in there, Sir Talfryn? Maybe dreaming about that beautiful lady waiting to be rescued in that dragon-man’s castle?

TALFRYN: Ha-ha! Ha ha ha! Yeah, definitely!

MARC: It’d be a first, right? I mean, in the stories all this knighting-around is about saving damsels from towers, and rescuing them from human sacrifice, and untying them from horse-tracks. Never really got why that last one was such a thing, honestly, I mean why can’t the horse just go around—

TALFRYN: Marc, don’t you think we ought to focus on our mission?

MARC: I’m just saying that for all those stories I’ve never once saved a princess! Ever!

TALFRYN: B-but…

MARC: Don’t be boring, Tal! We never talk about girls. That’s something brothers are supposed to do, right? Come on, have some fun!

You know what kinda girls I like?

TALFRYN: N-no, and I was kind of hoping we could keep it that—

MARC: I like ladies that are like… like the wind.

Eh? Ehhh?

TALFRYN: How– but what does that mean?

MARC: Your turn. Come on, Tal, just feel it out, you’ll get there.

TALFRYN: M-m-m-m-m-m-me? I-I-I mean I… I– I guess I like women that are like the wind, too… then.

MARC: Like the wind? Come on, Tal, what does that mean? That doesn’t mean anything. Get specific.

TALFRYN: I, Marc I dunno if I should, I mean– but uhhh yeah, yeah you’ve– you’ve basically said everything, I think I’m all set.

MARC: Taaaalfryn.

TALFRYN: I… like… women… with nice…

Smells?

MARC: (LAUGHS) Oh. I, I mean yeah, me too, buddy, but that seems like a prerequisite more than something to get… excited about.

SIR DAMIEN: (DISTANT) Saint Damien above!

SIR ANGELO: (DISTANT) Damien! For Saint’s sake, stop thrashing!

SOUND: DISTANT SPLASHING.

TALFRYN: Sir Marc! Those two men are drowning!

MARC: See, Tal? Our moment as heroes has already started! I got back to my workshop while we were home and I’ve got a few new inventions up my sleeve.

Take this, water! Net bomb!

Yahhh!

SOUND: WHISTLING. POP, SPLASH.

DAMIEN: (DISTANT) Saints, what… what…?!

ANGELO: (DISTANT) This strength!

MARC: (OVER THE LINES ABOVE) Ha ha, it works! Now grab the rope and help me pull ‘em in!

SOUND: ROPE CREAKING.

MARC & TALFRYN: (GRUNTING)

MARC: (STRAINING) Come on, come on… pull… them… in!

SOUND: BIG SPLASH. HORSE NEIGHS. COUGHING & SPLUTTERING.

ANGELO: Blast this betentacled beast! I can’t get a grip on him!

DAMIEN: My knife…! Sir Angelo, hand me my knife!

MARC: Nope, changed my mind. Throw ‘em back, throw them back!

TALFRYN: Sir Marc!

ANGELO: There you are, my friend!

SOUND: ROPE CREAKING, CUTTING.

DAMIEN: (GRUNTS)

ANGELO: Huzzah! The beast is slain!

DAMIEN: (STRAINING) It… isn’t a beast at all. Just a… net!

MARC: Oh, come on! Now they broke my invention!

DAMIEN: Your invention?! I’ll have you know that accosting a Knight of the Crown is a serious offense, you cad, you brute, you—

Oh. So it’s… you.

ANGELO: Sir Damien? Do you know these curs?

MARC: Excuse you! Nobody calls us curs except our mother!

TALFRYN: And she always clarifies that she’s kidding afterwards! Which is very important to me!

DAMIEN: They’re of no concern to us, Sir Angelo. They’re only imitators. Pretenders to knighthood who tell tall tales and expect to be rewarded for their imagined efforts.

MARC: We’re what?

ANGELO: Imitators? Like… a fan club? (LAUGHS) Well, isn’t that a delight! I thank you, good sir. Keep this up and perhaps I shall name you my honorary squire for the day. It’s quite a charming invention you’ve cobbled together!

MARC: Fan club?! Squire?! Charming?!

DAMIEN: A typical exaggeration, from this blowhard. Quite an invention, Marc – do you really think you were the first man to think of the fishing net?

MARC: Hey, alright, so it’s not one of my greatest hits or anything, but that’s just ‘cause I’ve been busy. I’ve been working on a tool that’ll knock your socks off, you—

ANGELO: A sock remover! My, that sounds handy. I think I’ve rather taken a liking to these young fans of ours.

MARC: We’re older than both of you!

DAMIEN: A moment, please, Marc.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

As ever, dearest rival, your heart proves too open for its own good. Marc is as the simple tick: given an inch of open skin, he latches on and sucks from the greatness of others. Even… even…

ANGELO: Perhaps it is best you not say her name, Sir Damien; your armor is already soaked through.

DAMIEN: Quite.

(SIGHS) Do you understand, now?

ANGELO: I believe so. But the man’s culinary predilections aside, why need I fear him? My armor covers my skin entirely; he shan’t drink from my blood.

MARC: (CHUCKLES)

TALFRYN: (HISSING) Marc, that’s kind of rude.

DAMIEN: Then I’ll put it in terms more direct, my friend. This one on the horse is…

…the Salamander.

MARC: The what?

ANGELO: Begads! Him? The brigand Sir Absolon spoke of?!

DAMIEN: Precisely. Marc the Salamander, who took the tests of knighthood hundreds of times, who only ever passed when he cheated!

TALFRYN: Sir Marc didn’t cheat! He would never!

MARC: If you call me that one more time I’ll make you regret it, Damien.

DAMIEN: Our mentor, the great Sir Absolon the Quick, saw you cheat with his own eyes. You fed the Testing Beast to make it slower! More docile!

MARC: The only thing I fed the Beast was a chunk of my own shoulder after Absolon threw bacon grease on me!

DAMIEN: And whose word do you expect us to take? A lauded knight of the Citadel? Or you? (SNORTS) Do you know why they call him the Salamander, Sir Angelo?

ANGELO: Sir Damien, perhaps you shouldn’t—

MARC: That’s it!

DAMIEN: Because he is deceptive. As slippery as a salamander.

MARC: That’s… not it! But, I’m gonna hit you anyway!

SOUND: BLADE UNSHEATHING.

TALFRYN: Marc, wait!

SOUND: HORSE GALLOPS.

You can’t do this. Think about Rilla.

MARC: (GROWLS) Fine.

TALFRYN: Now shake on it.

MARC: Talfryn!

TALFRYN: I’m serious!

We have to get along with him, Sir Marc. He’s going to marry our best friend some day.

MARC: …Fine. (SIGHS)

SOUND: BLADE SHEATHING.

Alright, Damien. Let’s get this over with.

Damien?

ANGELO: Sir Damien, it is unbefitting of a knight to deny a call for peace, and they are friends of… we-well, you know who I…

…my, he’s gone rather pale, hasn’t he?

TALFRYN: And he’s shaking a lot.

DAMIEN: Ri… Ri… Ri… R-R-Ril… R-R-Ril… (WAILING) Rillaaaaaaaa!

ANGELO: For Saint’s sake, man! Pull yourself together!

DAMIEN: My heart, my heart, the very furnace of my life, the fire of my being, my Rilla, it’s been weeks, weeks!

MARC: Uhh… what?

TALFRYN: Did something happen to Rilla?

ANGELO: Of course! You haven’t heard? A cunning four-armed lizard has struck the Citadel and stolen Rilla from her bed. Sir Damien and I are in hot pursuit of the beast, but it must have sabotaged our boat! The scoundrel!

TALFRYN: Four-armed lizard…

MARC: Snuck into the Citadel…

TALFRYN: The best monster slayers in hot pursuit…

MARC: And so the beautiful maiden is… Rilla. (GAGGING)

TALFRYN: Sir Marc!

ANGELO: Saints above! Now some pox of the heart has wracked your brother, too!

MARC: Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew! (SPITS)

DAMIEN: (WAILING)

TALFRYN: But… now we can save Rilla, right?

MARC: I can’t believe the girl I was hoping to kiss was… Rilla! Why aren’t you more upset about this?!

TALFRYN: Uhh… am I supposed to be?

MARC: Oh, Tal, she’s basically our sister!

TALFRYN: I… um… I… I… uhm…

DAMIEN: Your sister? Rilla has no salamander’s blood, you fraud!

MARC: Maybe not, but she’s still our family. That’s why Tal and I are going to save her.

DAMIEN: You will do no such thing! I will save Rilla!

MARC: You wish!

TALFRYN: Guys… does it really matter who—

DAMIEN: She is my fiancée! My love!

MARC: Yeah, well, she’s our Rilla!

ANGELO: Friends, please! The boy has a point!

TALFRYN: Boy…?

ANGELO: Perhaps we shall each save half of her, hmm?

DAMIEN: And give anything to him? I think not!

MARC: Not like you’ll have a choice! We’ll get there way before you!

DAMIEN: You two? Best the Citadel’s greatest knights at… anything? Never.

MARC: Oh yeah? Prove it!

DAMIEN: Name the place and time.

MARC: How ‘bout right here, right now?

VOICE 1: (DISTANT SCREAM)

TALFRYN: What was that?!

MARC & DAMIEN: (IN UNISON) Our challenge.

DAMIEN: Whoever saves this woman first is the better knight.

MARC: Tal, give him your horse. I don’t want to hear him whine about cheating when he loses.

TALFRYN: Guys, I don’t feel good about this… that person sounds like she really needs our help.

DAMIEN: Then it sounds like you’d better get off that horse now, doesn’t it?

TALFRYN: (MOANS)

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS, BUCKLES CLINKING.

MARC: On three.

TALFRYN: Guys, it sounds like she really needs—

DAMIEN: One…

MARC: Two…

MARC & DAMIEN: Three!

SOUND: GALLOPING.

ANGELO: Oh, but I can never resist some friendly competition! Come along, good Talfryn!

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup… (FADING OUT)

TALFRYN: Ohh, I hope she’s okay…

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

SOUND: GALLOPING.

VOICE 1: (SCREAMS)

DAMIEN: (MUFFLED, DISTANT) You cut me off!

MARC: (MUFFLED, DISTANT) That’s just called being slow, sore loser!

VOICE 1: (SCREAMS)

SOUND: LEAVES RUSTLING.

MARC & DAMIEN: Ha!

DAMIEN: Fear not, dear maiden!

MARC: I’ll save you!

VOICE 1: Ahh!

MARC: …from… nothing.

Do you see a monster?

DAMIEN: None at all. She appears to be screaming in this clearing… alone?

(CLEARS THROAT) Um… milady? Is there any… danger here that we can assist you with?

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.

MARC: We’re not just… like, interrupting your private time? Hopefully?

SOUND: LEAVES RUSTLING.

ANGELO: (DISTANT, APPROACHING) Hup hup hup hup– Ha ha! Here at last!

TALFRYN: (PANTING & COUGHING) Is everything… okay?

VOICE 1: They’re here! They’re all here!

DAMIEN: Please, milady – I implore you to settle your spirits and speak. Who are the they you speak of?

VOICE 1: You, of course!

Everybody, look! The competitors are here!

TALFRYN: Uh-oh.

SOUND: CHEERING, APPLAUSE.

DAMIEN: Saints above! The trees are filled with women!

TALFRYN: Hey, guys? Has anybody else noticed this clearing is kind of… weird? All the markings in the grass, the lines and numbers…

ANGELO: It appears to be… a field for some sort of competition.

VOICE 1: (GIGGLES) Of course it is, sillies. Nymphs love sport.

NYMPH CROWD: (CHANTING) Sport! Sport! Sport! Sport! Sport! Sport!

MUSIC: STARTS.

SOUND: CHEERING, APPLAUSE.

VOICE 2 (FROM MICROPHONE): Llllllllladies and more ladies! Nymphs from the palm to the cacao, who tango in the mangroves, and salsa in the balsas, welcome… to… SPORT!

NYMPH CROWD: (SCREAMING)

VOICE 2 (FROM MICROPHONE): I’m Sunny Budkin, here with my pal Pitley—

MUSIC: FADES OUT.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Thaaat’s right, Sunny, Game 28,955 is already here and boy is it a good day for sport, let me tell ya, nice breeze and the sky’s clear as Game Forty-One with the Southern Frosts twins, what a game, what a game.

VOICE 2 [SUNNY] (FROM MICROPHONE): And we’ll be your announcers on this beautiful day. And why’s today so beautiful, Pit?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): ‘Cause it’s always beautiful when we get to see some sport!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHANTING) Sport! Sport! Sport! Sport!

TALFRYN: M-M-M… Marc…

MARC: I know, buddy. This looks like a trap.

DAMIEN: Sir Angelo… my bow will watch the trees while you protect the civilians.

ANGELO: It is done.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Who’s the best of the best? Who will be the hero to end all heroes? Who will free the beautiful damsel from her chains? We’ll find out today… in sport!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

ANGELO: Sir Damien? Shall we retreat?

DAMIEN: On second thought… that damsel may need our help.

MARC: Don’t want to let a lady down. And, we never settled our bet.

TALFRYN: (MOANS)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Pitley, do you mind telling our challengers what they can expect?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): You see, what we have here is your classic sport setup – forty-five thousand years old, Sunny, that’s nearly as old as sport itself.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Year fifty thousand is comin’ in hot, Pit!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): You better believe it! But anyway, so you got two teams of two, two qualifying rounds before the finals. The winners of the two qualifiers’ll go on to the final challenge and whoever proves they’ve got it will release the damsel.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): So that’s one member of each team for each qualifier. But Pit, hang on: what if the same team wins both qualifiers?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Even with two athletes working side by side, the finals don’t come free, Sunny. Hell, that reminds me of the old Of-Reilly-Of-Malley family game, that was Game… (FADES INTO BACKGROUND)

MARC: (QUIETLY) You hear that, Tal? Looks like we’re gonna save a damsel after all!

TALFRYN: (QUIETLY) But Marc… what happens to the losing team?

MARC: (QUIETLY) I don’t know. We’re not gonna lose, so it doesn’t really matter, does it?

TALFRYN: (QUIETLY) I’m just gonna ask—

MARC: (QUIETLY) No. We can’t show ‘em any weakness. They’re too full of themselves already.

(CALLING) We’re ready to grind these two into the ground, nymphs!

DAMIEN: And we accept their challenge, fair maidens of the wood!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Alright, it sounds like our athletes are champing at the bit down there, so what do you say we get this started, huh?

Time to pick the qualifying rounds! Bring out the helmet!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

ANGELO: Ha ha! Well, isn’t this exciting!

TALFRYN: Did anybody else notice that helmet they’re pulling those slips of paper out of has bloodstains on it?

DAMIEN: Why do you ask, false knight? Are you thinking about quitting?

MARC: (HISSING) Talfryn!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): What’ve we got there, Pitley?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): First round: swordplay!

NYMPH CROWD: (POLITE CLAPPING)

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Nope, sorry, I read that wrong. (CLEARS THROAT) First round: wordplay!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): A crowd favorite! Let’s hope I get as lucky. Round two is…

Single combat!

NYMPH CROWD: (LOUD CHEERING)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Now choose your teams, athletes, and pick which of you will take on each challenge. You have ten minutes to strategize… and then let the games begin!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

***

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.

ANGELO: (FADING IN) Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup—

DAMIEN: Sir Angelo! Where have you been?

ANGELO: My apologies. These fairest of nymphs asked to know our names and titles, and I could not leave them in distress.

DAMIEN: Please remember, my friend: beautiful though they may be, these nymphs are monsters.

ANGELO: I cannot believe that creatures with a love for something as wholesome as sport can be purely evil, Sir Damien. Perhaps they are monsters with some good in them, as it was with the loyal crocodile-hound?

DAMIEN: Perhaps… but is it possible that monsters with such souls might be…

Focus, Sir Angelo! We must let their captive languish no longer. The preliminary rounds were Saint-sent; we shall play to our strengths and save her quickly. You will take single combat.

ANGELO: But Sir Damien—

DAMIEN: Marc is known for his quick tongue – inevitably, he will take wordplay. I will defeat him in the first round, and then you and I will end this together.

ANGELO: But… taking our specialties so quickly? That doesn’t seem in competitive spirit. And the besaddled one did invent that device—

DAMIEN: He did not invent the net!

My kind, kind friend. I agree that it is a shame that we cannot trust these men. They would be valuable allies, as Sir Caroline was – for moving through the world as she has, in a life quite different from ours, has clearly gifted her with ways of thinking that you and I would never come to.

ANGELO: Very true, very true.

DAMIEN: And so I am certain that given Marc’s… situation, he too must have a perspective of great value in our mission. But the simple fact is that he cannot be trusted. Sir Absolon was most clear about that. And so we must defeat him, quickly, and continue on our own.

ANGELO: Hmmmm. Your theories on perspective are most interesting, Sir Damien.

DAMIEN: I hope we may prove them safely soon. Now—

ANGELO: Why, yes! The Queen does not keep many knights with tall brothers, does she? An oversight! I shall speak with her directly upon our return.

DAMIEN: Angelo… that isn’t quite what I—

ANGELO: Soft-bodied siblings, then? Horses with names?

DAMIEN: Your horse has a name, my friend.

ANGELO: (FADING OUT) Saints above, so he does! The Queen’s foresight never ceases to astound!

MARC: (FADING IN) You’re really bringing me down, here.

TALFRYN: I’m just saying – have you ever heard of this sport before? Or these nymphs?

MARC: ‘Course I haven’t. You heard them: this game’s all about tradition, and they said the tradition was to play it once every thousand years! Everyone who played it before is dead by now.

TALFRYN: But… Marc, that doesn’t make—

MARC: Does it matter, anyway? Think about the woman they’ve got locked up. Someone’s got to save her!

TALFRYN: And there’s something really weird about the way they keep saying damsel all the time!

MARC: Sure, it’s kind of an old word, Tal, but you don’t have to make fun of their dialect—

TALFRYN: I’m serious!

MARC: Yeah, I know. But I have a sure-fire strategy to win this thing, Tal, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.

TALFRYN: …Really?

MARC: Of course. Just let me take single combat. I’ve got a plan.

TALFRYN: Single combat?! You want to fistfight Sir Angelo?!

MARC: No way is it gonna be Angelo. Listen: Damien’s so full of himself he’s probably sending Angelo out to bomb the first round so I’ll pass on to the finals and he can fight me there. So we’re gonna play smarter! Surprise ‘em!

TALFRYN: Marc—

MARC: You’ll beat Angelo at wordplay no problem, because you’ve got plural brain cells, I’ll take out Damien, and you and I’ll go sweep that pretty maiden off her feet in the finals. What do you say?

TALFRYN: But… it’s single combat, Sir Marc.

MUSIC: STARTS.

What if they don’t let you bring Dampierre?

MARC: Oh, that’s the plan, Tal. Just you wait.

SOUND: HORSE SNORT.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Aaaaand we’re back! Time to get started with wordplay!

Mind telling us how it works, Pitley?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Wordplay’s an old favorite; dates all the way back to the days of asking riddles in trees and throwing acorns when they get ‘em wrong. Two champions are gonna prove their bravery by doing the scariest thing there is: reciting original poetry to a live audience of two thousand pretty girls.

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

TALFRYN: Poetry…?! Marc, I don’t know anything about poetry!

MARC: Uh-oh.

TALFRYN: I was so worried about your challenge that I didn’t even think about mine!

MUSIC: ENDS.

What are we gonna do, Marc?

MARC: It’s just Angelo, buddy. Just calm down, alright? That big moron’s going to insist he goes first anyway.

DAMIEN: With your permission, Mistresses Budkin and Pitley, I will volunteer to deliver the first poem.

MARC: There, see? Just take a deep…

That was the wrong moron, wasn’t it?

TALFRYN: Maaaaaaaaaarc!!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Our first team comes complete with a recommendation by Queen Mira herself! Best monster slayers, best rivals, and best friends, they are… Sir Angelo the Strong and Sir Damien the Pious!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

DAMIEN: Yes, thank you, thank you, you’re too kind…

My esteemed forest-spirits. It is my honor to entertain you this day. I present to you a tale of competition and excitement, a song of strife on the field of battle, and love on the sidelines, a four-hour epic that will make your hearts ache and your spirits soar—

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): The athletes should probably be reminded that their poems can’t take more than two minutes to recite.

DAMIEN: A two-minute ballad that will change your very conception of drama. I give you… The Battle at World’s End.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

So to the West, the lifeless West, the troubadour did trot; Through boughs of burning red and gold, ‘twas solitude she sought. When, clash! the iron thundered, lo, “Have at thee!” the reply; and ‘neath the leaves, the forest’s eaves, she heard their battle-cry. (FADES INTO BACKGROUND)

TALFRYN: Marc, my mind’s a blank! I don’t know how to say poetry! I-I-I-I-I barely even know how to say words, I’m so—

MARC: Stay with me, Tal. You can do this. Poetry is just a bunch of pretty words about nature, right? You know everything about nature! Just say some of that!

TALFRYN: A-a-anything?

MARC: Anything. Come on, try it out.

TALFRYN: Okay.

(SIGHS) You can get a quick survey of the wild fruits that grow in the area if you look for bear droppings, because the unripe berries don’t get digested and then—

MARC: Yeah, o-o-okay, no, stop, stop, stop!

TALFRYN: I don’t think that was a poem, Marc.

MARC: Of course it was. It was just… too experimental for this crowd.

DAMIEN: (FADING IN) And so they fell straight down to Hell, and battled ‘til the end.

Thank you.

NYMPH CROWD: (GOES WILD)

SOUND: BUZZING.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Pistils and stamens, now that was a poem!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Don’t usually see a crowd this excited during wordplay, Sunny. I hope the other boys got brains to match their looks, because the competition today is fierce!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Well, what do you say we find out? Our next team hails all the way from the Second Citadel, and according to my inside source, they’re on a family vacation! Isn’t that sweet?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Sure is, Sunny, sure is.

TALFRYN: Marc…!

MARC: Alright, just… try this, then. I want you to say “Roses are red, violets are blue,” and then just follow it up with whatever’s in your heart.

TALFRYN: Anything?

MARC: Just so long as it’s not about droppings, yeah, now go!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): So let’s meet them, shall we? Say hello to our brothers-in-arms – Marc the Salamander—

MARC: Hey!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): —and Talfryn the other one!

TALFRYN: Hey!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): And it looks like Talfryn’s up first. Give him a hand, everybody; he’s sure got one tough act to follow!

NYMPH CROWD: (APPLAUSE, CHEERING)

ANGELO: Sir Damien! You assured me that Marc would take wordplay!

DAMIEN: They’re up to something, Sir Angelo – watch them carefully.

MARC: (CALLING) Don’t let ‘em get in your head, Tal! Just remember what I told you and poem your big heart out!

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

TALFRYN: O-okay…

(CLEARS THROAT) Hello, everybody. My name is Talfryn. And this is my poem.

Roses are red! Violets are blue!

No they’re not.

NYMPH CROWD: (AFTER A PAUSE, LOW MUTTERING)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): I… think that might be it, Pitley.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Give the kid a second. Lot of great plays to make here. Wordplay’s full of surprises, full of surprises.

MARC: Tal, what are you doing?

TALFRYN: It’s not true, Marc! Violets aren’t blue! They come in pretty much every other color except blue, they can be white and yellow and pink and they’re even called violets, so why does everyone say they’re blue?

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): (CHUCKLES) …Pitley?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Wordplay’s full of surprises, Sunny.

This ain’t one of ‘em.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): There you have it, ladies! Sir Damien the Pious is moving on to the finals!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Now don’t go anywhere, because the next round is just about to begin! Athletes, would you please follow our lovely attendants to the single combat arena!

TALFRYN: Marc… I’m sorry!

MARC: Don’t be. It’s my fault for only thinking about my round.

TALFRYN: Right. But that means…

You’re going to fight Sir Angelo?!

MARC: Yep. Not exactly ideal, but I’ll make it work. And besides—

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

VOICE 3: Hey boys. I’m heading over to single combat, wanna join?

MARC: Every cloud’s got a silver lining, y’know what I’m saying?

On our way, beautiful!

TALFRYN: No. I don’t.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): While we’re waiting for Sir Angelo and Marc to suit down, why don’t you tell us a little about single combat, Pitley?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Love to, Sunny, love to. Single combat is basically your ideal showdown, stripped down to nothing but your underwear and a stick for hitting the other guy with. The first athlete to knock the other outta the circle takes it. Each one gets to bring in one non-magical article of clothing to keep ‘em decent, but besides that it’s nothing but two men and a few concussions.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Sounds exciting, Pit.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): It’s lost its edge if you ask me. In the old days we didn’t even give them the underwear. Just slathered ‘em in honey, sat back, and enjoyed the show.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Sounds like a sexy time, Pit.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): You bet, Sunny, you bet. But if you want more sport, you have to make a few compromises. I miss those old games sometimes. Thousand years of anticipation and—

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Aaaaaaand it looks like Marc and Sir Angelo are ready for single combat! Approach the ring, champions, and let the games begin!

VOICE 3: Go get him, Mister Knight.

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS.

ANGELO: Sir Damien, this doesn’t feel as fair as I’d hoped.

DAMIEN: I’m certain that Marc planned it that way. We gave him the honorable option and he did not take it. Remember that.

ANGELO: Oh, I don’t mind beating the Salamander around a little. He seems perfectly competent. I mean only… I wouldn’t want to harm an innocent horse.

DAMIEN: The steed of a demon rides also in the devil’s army, my compassionate rival – and that horse rides for him. Do you follow?

ANGELO: (AFTER A PAUSE) Then the horse… is a demon.

DAMIEN: Metaphorically, yes, but—

ANGELO: Why thank you, Sir Damien. You are as wise as ever. Haaaaaaaahhhh!

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup! Sir Angelo is prepared for single combat! Down, you beast of hell, you infernal steed, you…! You…

SOUND: FOOTSTEPS SLOW, STOP.

Well, hello, Marc. Where is your demon horse?

MARC: Oh, Dampierre’s over there.

SOUND: HORSE NEIGHS.

TALFRYN: (DISTANT) Go, Marc!

ANGELO: But, you…

MARC: I realized it probably wasn’t fair for you to fight both of us. It’s single combat, right?

ANGELO: That is very honorable of you.

May I ask also where your underwear has gone?

MARC: Ah, don’t need it. I’ve got these.

SOUND: TWO METAL CLANKS.

ANGELO: Yes, I can see that. Your greaves are impressive, but—

MARC: They’re just metal socks, actually. You like? Made ‘em myself.

ANGELO: …Can we expect your underwear to join us at any point?

MARC: See, I’d love to, but I can’t. The one pair I’ve got on me’s enchanted – long story, makes it so I don’t get sores from sitting on Dampierre all day, got ‘em off a troll with a skin condition. These passed inspection, though. You wanna look ‘em over?

ANGELO: No! No, no, I think… if the nymphs are satisfied, I shall be too!

MARC: Yeah, well, it is what it is. You think I like sitting in the dirt in front of a crowd of beautiful women naked as the day I was born?

ANGELO: My experience says that you should not, and yet your eyes seem to imply you do. Greatly.

MARC: Yeah, well, you got me.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Are our competitors ready for single combat?

MARC: (CALLING) I’m ready! (NORMAL VOLUME) Need a minute?

ANGELO: Your style is unique, Marc. I look forward to learning from this battle. (CALLING) Sir Angelo the Strong is ready for combat!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Alright, then! Three… two… one… Single combat!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

SOUND: GRUNTS, METAL CLANKING & RUSTLING.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): It looks like we don’t have to wait long for surprises in this round. Marc has put down his weapon!

ANGELO: I’ve never seen such a stance. You must be a master of the blade.

MARC: Master of something, alright…

Got ‘em!

SOUND: JINGLING KEYS.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Looks like he’s pulled a ring of keys out of his socks! Incredible! Is that even legal, Pit?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): The whole spirit of single combat’s in your prep and your mental game, Sunny. Honestly, I can’t think of a move more legal than pulling keys out your hose. I don’t think I need to remind you about Theodore—

DAMIEN: (CALLING, OVER THE BELOW) Sir Angelo! Don’t give him a chance to cheat you! Finish this!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): (OVER THE ABOVE) —of Scumm back in Game Nine-thousand-and-thirteen, who used his codpiece as a slingshot—

ANGELO: (OVER THE BELOW) Prepare yourself, Marc!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): (OVER THE ABOVE) —and his own teeth as ammunition. Now that was sport!

SOUND: CLINKING.

MARC: (OVER THE BELOW) Just gotta flip this clasp, move that pin, turn the key, and then… ha!

ANGELO: (BATTLE CRY, OVER THE ABOVE) Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup…

SOUND: PNEUMATIC HISS, METAL CLINK.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): It looks like Marc’s completed whatever process he has hidden in his stockings, but will it be enough? Look at those muscles on Sir Angelo!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Mmmmmm-hmmmmm, I’m lookin’, Sunny.

ANGELO: That’s, um… hm. A powerful throw! (GRUNTS)

MARC: Lift with your legs, Angie, you’re gonna throw your back out.

ANGELO: Of course! My thanks! (GRUNTS, COUGHS) Saints, man! I was told you were the Salamander, not the elephant!

MARC: I’ll tell you my secret if you do me a favor?

ANGELO: But of course.

MARC: Throw the match?

ANGELO: That I cannot do.

MARC: Then I’ll settle for you never calling me the Salamander again, ‘cause I kind of hate it.

ANGELO: It is already done. My sincerest apologies.

MARC: Hey, bygones. It’s the metal socks. When I turn this key in the lock at the thigh, here, they shoot two big tentpole-spikes into the ground. You’d have to lift the whole arena if you want to get me out of here.

ANGELO: Saints, how cunning! Devices that can outperform even my strength – impressive!

DAMIEN: (DISTANT, YELLING) It is not impressive! They’re just tentpoles! He did not invent the tentpole!

MARC: I’ve been busy, alright? The big one’s still comin’!

DAMIEN: (DISTANT, YELLING) I told you he was a cheat! Fair maidens, I implore you to rule justly and disqualify this deceiver!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Sir Damien is crying foul! Pit, what do you think?

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Marc checked with the referees ahead of time, and the socks are legal, nothing magical about them. Unless the crowd wants him to stop, I don’t see why—

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Then let Single Combat continue!

ANGELO: An excellent use of the rules, Marc. Sir Damien was right about you: your mind can certainly craft strategy that I would never dream of.

But perhaps, that road goes both ways, hmm?

MARC: Did you mean to say that out loud?

ANGELO: Hmm, yes! May I see those keys of yours? I was hoping that by inspecting them I might learn more. About keys.

MARC: Yeah, no. Dampierre, catch!

SOUND: KEYS JINGLING. DISTANT WHINNY. GALLOPING.

DAMIEN: (DISTANT) Horse! Get back here!

NYMPH CROWD: (GOES NUTS)

SOUND: BUZZING.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Incredible!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): A match that ragezzzz inside and outside of the ring! These boys are redefining sport!

MARC: So, I’m ready.

Let’s do this.

ANGELO: Indeed.

SOUND: WOODEN CLANKS, GRUNTING.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Look at the technique from Marc! He’s bolted to the floor and he’s still keeping Sir Angelo at bay!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): But don’t count Sir Angelo out yet, Pit. Marc’s attacks don’t move him an inch. And look at the power behind those blows! Marc can parry until the aphids come home, but if Angelo tires him out, then just one hit from that club will do damage no socks are going to fix.

ANGELO: (WINDED) It seems you are no stranger to the blade, my friend.

MARC: We’ve met a few times, yeah. (PANTING) You’re not so bad yourself.

ANGELO: Your compliment holds great weight, coming from so skilled a competitor. Yet I’m afraid our battle must end here. I cannot leave Sir Damien waiting.

MARC: He’s not waiting. He sounds like he’s having a great time.

SOUND: GALLOPING.

DAMIEN: (DISTANT, PANTING) Come back, you cloven coward, you four-legged fiend! Come back!

SOUND: WHINNY.

ANGELO: Even so, the damsel and Rilla await. I am sorry, Marc.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Unbelievable! Sir Angelo’s dropped his weapon, and he’s… retreating!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Not retreating, Sunny. It’s that mind game, I tell you. Which is great for sport and too bad for me.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): You do like your eye candy, Pitley.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): What can I say, I’m a nymph with simple tastes. Give me a man with muscles and… literally nothing else, Sunny, that’s all I’m after.

TALFRYN: (CALLING) Sir Marc! I thought you said the plan was to knock Sir Angelo off his feet!

MARC: Yeah, well, that one didn’t super work. But don’t worry, Tal: your big brother always comes up with a plan.

TALFRYN: What is it?

MARC: Not sure yet. Let’s find out together.

TALFRYN: Marc!!!

ANGELO: Use your weapon all you like, Marc. Once Sir Angelo the Strong has started his charge, nothing can stop him. Prepare to leave this ring… and those stockings.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Sir Angelo’s entered a runner’s stance. It– it looks like… It looks like…

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): He’s gonna tackle that handsome fella straight out of the only clothing he’s got! No need to dance around it, we’re all nymphs here.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Hold me, Pit.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): You bet, Sunny.

TALFRYN: Sir Marc!!

ANGELO: (EXTENDED BATTLE CRY)

SOUND: RUNNING FOOTSTEPS.

MARC: Three… two… one…! (GRUNTS)

ANGELO: (EXTENDED BATTLE CRY FADES OUT)

NYMPH CROWD: (GASPS)

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): …Unbelievable.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): You saw it, folks. Nothing can stop Sir Angelo when he’s at full charge. Marc the Salamander is the winner of Single Combat!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

TALFRYN: Marc! You did it!

MARC: Takes years of practice to lie down that quickly, Tal. Take notes; your brother’s a professional.

SOUND: DISTANT WHINNY.

Dampierre! Over here!

SOUND: GALLOPING.

DAMIEN: (PANTING) You… sinister stallion… you pernicious pony… you, you, you…

SOUND: THWUMP. HORSE SNORT. KEYS JINGLING.

MARC: Thank you.

SOUND: CLINKING.

Aaaaand I’ll be taking those.

SOUND: FABRIC RUSTLING.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): What a show, ladies, what a show! In the finals we have Marc the Salamander and Sir Damien the Pious, competing to see who can release our damsel from her chains! What do you say, nymphs? Are we ready for the main event?

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERS)

DAMIEN: (PANTING) You shameless…! I knew you were a cheater!

MARC: Help me up, Dampierre, don’t be lazy.

SOUND: HORSE SNORT. BUCKLES CLINKING.

DAMIEN: So? Do you have nothing to say for yourself?

MARC: Do you hear that noise, Tal? That annoying whine, like a mosquito or maybe a sore loser that can’t take a hint?

DAMIEN: Sore loser!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): While we prepare for the finals, can we please ask Sir Angelo and Talfryn to report to the announcers’ podium?

TALFRYN: Sir Marc… something weird is going on here.

DAMIEN: It was single combat, villain! Have you no honor?

MARC: Weird is right, Tal. That buzzing just won’t stop!

TALFRYN: No, I mean… the way they keep saying damsel doesn’t sound right. And then they made that weird noise—

DAMIEN: I am speaking to you, Salamander!

MARC: Hold on just a second, Tal. I think Damien might be trying to say something.

You wanna repeat that, pal?

DAMIEN: You have earned the name more than once today. Sir Angelo was the better warrior and you knew it, so you brought in something he couldn’t beat. That is not a duel!

TALFRYN: Marc…

MARC: The event was not called “duel.” It was called “single combat,” and the rules were—

DAMIEN: Vague! Which you used to your vile advantage!

MARC: I strategized!

TALFRYN: But Marc…!

VOICE 3: Come with me, hon.

TALFRYN: Oof!

MARC: Just because you two were over there yukking it up about how Angelo was going to beat down the helpless “belly-dragging salamander” when you should have been talking strategy—

DAMIEN: How dare you accuse me of such vile intent! A knight wouldn’t… I wouldn’t! You earned that moniker with your wickedness, with your lies, with your—

ANGELO: (IN BACKGROUND) Hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup hup!

MARC: That doesn’t mean you get to whine ‘cause I found an edge and took it! You’re an idiot if you don’t prepare before a fight, I outsmarted you, deal with it!

ANGELO: (IN BACKGROUND) Sir Damien, did you see that battle! One of the best—

DAMIEN: Belly-dragging? That is not even what salamander means!

MARC: Don’t be dense—

DAMIEN: I can’t believe you would suggest that I would call you something so vile!

MARC: And another thing! If you cared so much about it being a fair fight you never would’ve let me go in there without my horse, you—

MUSIC: STARTS.

Huh?

DAMIEN: Where are Sir Angelo and your brother?

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Welcome back, ladies! The finals might not be here just yet, but we have something special for you right up on the announcers’ podium. Anything you want to say to the crowd, boys?

TALFRYN (FROM MICROPHONE): Marc! Help!

ANGELO (FROM MICROPHONE): The Budkin woman has arms like steel rods, Talfryn! I can’t move an inch!

MARC: Talfryn!

DAMIEN: Angelo!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Y’know, it seems like most of them just say “help,” Sunny. Why is that?

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): There’s no understanding men or humans, Pit; you’re just going to tire yourself out taking on both.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): (LAUGHS) Ain’t that the truth! Say, I got a question for our boys here.

ANGELO (FROM MICROPHONE): (STRUGGLING) Ha ha, this is it! I can feel her strength flagging beneath the mighty effort of Sir—

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): (GRUNTS)

ANGELO (FROM MICROPHONE): (WINDED, PAINED) Nevermind.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Just had to tighten my headlock. Go ahead, Pitley!

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): You both played a great game out there, boys, some of the best sport we’ve seen yet. How’s it feel to know that within half an hour, one of you’s going to be dead?

MARC & DAMIEN: What?!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): I don’t know about Talfryn, Pitley, but it sounds like Sir Angelo here’s overcome with emotion! He’s speechless!

TALFRYN (FROM MICROPHONE): That’s because you’re squeezing his windpipe!

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): Oh, is that what that’s for?

ANGELO (FROM MICROPHONE): (DEEP BREATH, COUGHING)

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): Learn something new every day, Sunny. Speaking of which—

VOICE 3: (OVER THE BELOW) The finals are in the hedged arena, champions. Don’t want to leave the crowd waiting.

PITLEY (FROM MICROPHONE): (IN BACKGROUND) —let’s talk strategy for a second: do you think you boys would’ve done anything differently if you knew that your lives were riding on this game?

DAMIEN: Well… I… suppose…

Saints forgive me.

TALFRYN (FROM MICROPHONE): Maaaaaarc!

MARC: Don’t worry, Tal. I’ll get you. No matter what it takes.

SUNNY (FROM MICROPHONE): This is it, ladies and germinators! Does Marc the Salamander have sharp enough wits to cut through the competition and save his brother? Or will Sir Damien the Pious take his prize with only his bow and divine favor on his side?

Who will save the damsel? Who will win the tournament? Who is the better knight, and the better man? Find out… in the final round of SPORT!

NYMPH CROWD: (CHEERING)

MUSIC: ENDS.

ALL SOUNDS: FADE OUT.

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#second citadel

[theysaywhatasadsight]

The Misfit: Prologue (Peter Parker X Reader)

A/N: WHAT’S UP YOU BITCHES!! Ya gurl is back with a series, written in collab with @sectumsempra-beaches , this one is based on the film Khoobsurat, the trailer for which (if you wanna see the direction this will go in, is here . Tell moi if Y’all wanna be tagged!

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the quirky, no-nonsense assigned physiotherapist to Tony Stark, a crippled and cranky billionaire and his house full of weird people who lead a completely different life to hers. She must survive the constant glares from his wife, the pleading eyes of his daughter, and his son’s half-teasing, half-contempt filled eyes that keep seeking her out. (KHOOBSURAT AU)

Taglist: @messy-adiness12345​

The man in the doctor’s apron hurried along the corridors beside the stadium, trying desperately to ignore the various catcalls, screams and shouts that were thrown at him by the fans of the player. He dodged a shabbily thrown water bottle, nearly slipped after someone pushed at him from the side, and muttered a few ‘excuse me’s’ as he finally reached the door marked ‘PRIVATE’.

Inside, the  player was lying on a bed, grunting in agony at his leg which, by the looks of it, was mildly sprained. A woman stood over him, hands on her hips, eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out how to fix what was wrong with him with as less pain as possible.

“It hurts too damn much,(Y/N).I won’t be able to play.”He begged.

The woman, (Y/N), whirled around to look at Michael, her assistant, enter.She nodded at him and motioned him to hold Peterson’s shoulder down while  she tried to fix his ankle.She knew that if she screwed thisup, she'd have toface the wrath of his dedicated army. As they were working on the patient, Micheal spoke up.

“Hey, (Y/N)?" (Y/N) hummed, her primary attention on her patient's aching ankle."You remember the Stark case? It came in a few days ago. Yeah, they need us to confirm the therapist today itself. Apparently, even though the position is temporary someone's urgently required. Are you listening?" She hummed again in reply and signaled him to continue. "Yeah, so. Can you please go? Please? Under no circumstance can I go there. I really can't."Michael pleaded.

She made a face. “You know I can’t deal with those stuck up idiots. Why can’t you go?”

“This is the third time I have rescheduled my France trip! My wife will leave me!”

“Really seeing the love there, Michael.”

“Please, please, please.”

“Ugh, fine.”

“Uhhh, you guys, discuss your plans later please. My ankle hurts like a bitch.”

(Y/N) sighed and unwrapped the bag of ice she had covered his ankle with. She asked Michael to pass a roll of elastic bandage from their stock and wound it around Peterson's sprain. She patted the bandaged area slightly, satisfied with her work and turned towards the player.

"You're supposed to rest for quite a few days now, you understand? I'll schedule your appointments with your agent. Off the bed now, tiger."

“Hey! Thanks,(Y/N)."

“That’s what they pay me for,bud. Now, in the next match, go out there and bajade unki.”

He blinked twice trying to comprehend what she had said."What?”

“Uhh…nothing. Break a leg!”She smiled meekly at him, mentally face palming at the poor pun.

(Y/N) was on the last day of her duty and had full-on plans to fly back home, relax for a month and splurge the fees she had earned for being a physiotherapist for a well-known cricket team. Although she had no knowledge of the game, (much to the despair of her father Steve, who despite the fact that he was born and brought up in America, was a hardcore cricket fan and a sucker for Indian sweets, thanks to (Y/N)'s late mother.)

The young physiotherapist had forgotten that Micheal was still present in the room and jumped when he spoke up.“You’re saving my marriage, (Y/N).”

She laughed along with him as she replied, “Yeah, yeah. That's the least I can do.”

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the commentators as they cheered Peterson's team for their victory.

Absolutely ecstatic that her mom's favourite team won, (Y/N) did a happy dance with her assistant as she resigned for the day.

                                                     X-X-X-X

"There is absolutely no need for you to go all the way to Los Angeles to meet with Mr. Odinson. As your lawyer, I can assure you that I will bring him to New York soon. We have been trying for three months now and he will surely yield. He has just been very evasive. Rest assured, Mr. Stark."

The young man sitting across from his lawyer looked up from the papers he was reading and smiled. "Thank you for your advice, Mr. Stane. You have had me waiting for three months but personally, I believe that there is no need to wait. Since it is clear that our views have long since diverged, I believe so should our paths."

As the older man absorbed the news an airport staff member walked up to them. "Mr. Peter Stark? Your seat for the next flight to Los Angeles has been confirmed." She handed the ticket to him and left. Peter turned around and waved the ticket at the lawyer. "Mr. Stane, you will be respectfully escorted to your house by my driver. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch. I believe if I talk to Mr. Odinson when he can't escape, he would have to yield. And certainly, what's a better place than a seat right next to him on a five hour flight?"

                                               X-X-X

 At 7:50 PM exactly, Virginia “Pepper” Stark walked out of her rooms after changing for dinner and a phone call with her son, Peter. At 7:55 PM, she fired two servants who were not up to task, signed a few files and sat down to dinner, greeting her husband Tony, and sighed about her daughter who was late again. At 7:56 PM exactly, Wanda Stark rushed into the dining room, saw her mother’s frown, silently scolding her for leaving her hair open, tied it up and stepped back into the room with all the grace she could muster and at 8:00 PM, her mother motioned for dinner to be served.

“Good Evening, Dad, Mother.”

“Good Evening dear.” Tony beamed at her.

“Discipline is not a bad thing, dear.”Pepper softly chastised her daughter.

“Sorry, mother.”

“Tony, by the way, Dr. Chopra had called. Your new physiotherapist, Dr. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), arrives the day after tomorrow. She is a sports physiotherapist. If you at least try once…”she pleaded at her husband.

“I have not called anyone, neither chased them away. Jarvis?”

“Yes, Sir?”Their butler promptly replied.

“What’s the score? 40, 42?”

“No idea, sir.”

Wanda glanced quickly at her mother who was glaring daggers at her husband while he sipped wine and smiled at her. She wondered just what the hell a normal life felt like.

                                                                                  X-X-X-X

“Dear god, you know me, why would I be formal with you? All I want in life is for (Y/N) to be happy and find a nice, well-mannered boy she'll be in love with for the rest of her life. Then at the wedding, I’ll have a huge thank you party for you.”

“Dear God, please don’t listen to him, especially the last line.”(Y/N) glared at her father and sent a silent plea to his husband, Bucky. She knew it was useless when she saw Bucky trying to hide his laughter, failing miserably and choking on the chicken.

“Why? Since the last two years, husband toh chodho, you don’t even have a boyfriend! You have become so famous now, working with so many cricket teams. I admit that Peterson is elderly and married, but you could’ve at least come in the news with a hot new player! And that Greenberg’s son, he also has become an actor! Your love life is so barren that even I have the extreme urge to just set you up with someone.”

“Baba Yaar, don’t start this please.” In an attempt to avoid further conversation with Steve, (Y/N) turned to face Sam who had been on cooking duty that day.

“Tu toh chah gaya yaar! The chicken is top class!”She grinned at Sam with such fake sweetness that Sam started laughing loudly.

Steve grumbled under his breath while Bucky snickered at his husband’s life long wish to see his daughter happily married after he had had to deal with her numerous break up sagas.

                                                        X-X-X

“Is September fine?”

“Yes. My planners will be here by then. Have we decided a venue yet?” Michelle Jones, MJ only to her friends and the fiancée of Peter Stark, the heir of Stark Industries, was stirring her tea with a dainty hand while the other pointed at available dates in her planner.

Their elaborate planning was disrupted by a booking voice. The man, seemingly Peter's age, sat across them, a warm and homely aura arriving with him.

“Stark, man! You’re in LA and didn’t call? But then, how can anyone compete with you?”The man smiled at Peter and Michelle. Peter, who perked up mildly, as much as his controlled expression would allow, and replied, “Michelle, meet Ned Leeds. My best friend since 5th grade. Ned, my fiancée, Michelle.”He introduced the two strangers.

“Congratulations, and my sympathies, Michelle. You are marrying a work machine."Ned joked. He then faced Peter and added, "Still, great that you’re finally settling down. God knows how I would have tolerated you, alone and lonely at 75.Anyway, I have a business meet in five minutes. I saw you here and thought that maybe we could catch up. Call me later, Peter, and nice to meet you, Michelle.”Ned bid a good day and left the soon-to-be married couple together.

“He’s really sweet.”Michelle smiled.

“Yes.” Peter replied, lost in old memories.

                                                   X-X-X

“Look, if you want to marry some boring doctor or banker, I won’t attend that marriage. Now if you manage to snag someone who is adventurous and charming just like you, that would be a match made in heaven."

“Nobody stays, Steve.” She remembered the various times she had been dumped on pretense of being ‘too loud, not simple enough, not having a control on her tongue' etc. She frowned and looked down at her chicken.

“Don’t take old breakups to heart kiddo." Bucky joined in the conversation."Besides, those fools weren’t good enough for you. You see, your good luck will just start.” After Steve and his daughter had moved to the US, he had met James “Call me Bucky” Barnes, with a prosthetic arm and one hell of an attitude. Steve fell for it like a ton of bricks, of course.

"You mother would have beaten all your ex-boyfriends to pulp." Steve joked.

(Y/N) laughed. "Yeah, she would have also put a lot more of an effort to find me a guy, now that I have my dream job."

"So you're saying that I should put more efforts?" Steve glanced at her hopefully.

"She probably trying to tell you that she can handle these things when they come her way, punk."

"Shut up, jerk."

(Y/N)and Sam exchanged glances and merely shook their heads at the couple's antics.

Glossary:

bajade unki : Literally, blow them up. It's slang for “best of luck”

husband toh chodho: Leave a husband, (here it means leave a husband, you haven’t even found a boyfriend)

A/N:

So a note about why Steve can speak Hindi. According to this canon, he moved to India and married Reader’s mother. They lived in India for 10 years, where he picked up the language and culture. After his wife’s death, he moved back to the US with his daughter, where he married Bucky.

#Peter parker x reader #marvel imagine #indian! reader #spiderman x reader #marvel au #Billionaire au! #physiotherapy #peter paker #tony stark #pepper potts #steve rogers #bucky barnes #wanda maximoff #Peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you

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enemies to lovers!eunwoo

okay so rivals to lovers!AU with eunwoo where do i start

the rivalry began one day when you were sitting in the library at your normal seat, studying for your next exam

and you usually go to the library everyday because when you’re at home you can’t seem to stay focused because of your roommate who’s always inviting her friends in your dorm at midnight and blasting Katy Perry

so the library is your go-to study spot and it’s always been for the past school years

you would always plop yourself at the table in the deserted corner of the library where all of the boring textbooks are

until that one day you came to your table, ready to cram in your last minute studying when you see a boy????? already sitting there????????

aND YOURE LIKE WHOMSTDVE WOULD DARE TAKE MY SPOT

the boy is wearing this plaid shirt with the buttons near his collar not buttoned up

and he’s super handsome

and he’s like reading this small book and he’s so immersed in the story that he doesn’t even realize your presence until you set your backpack on the table and clear your throat

and with your most polite voice you’re like “you’re sitting in my seat, can you please move to the other chair?”

bc the table you sat at only had one (1) chair and all of the other tables had people at them (ew)

but the brunette haired boy just glances at you for a secOND then returns to his book aND YOURE LIKE ???!???!!!???

so you repeat yourself and you’re like “sIR this is my seat!!!! pLs move im dying”

“i don’t see your name on it” he mutters without batting an eye anD you’re like so done and you’re about to yell at him until your phone rings and ur like brb lemme delay this ass beating later

when you check, it’s your mom & ur like sh00t so you blast outside of the library and temporarily forget your anger

so the next day, you return to your table only to find the SAME EXACT boy sitting in your seat this time with a different book

and you don’t even feel like arguing you just sit at another table and do your work

...although you prefer your own isolated table because nobody else sits there

and from then on it becomes like a race everyday to see who can get to the table first

if you win, then the boy ends up sitting at the other tables with the loud teenagers and you swear you can feel him glaring into your head from across the room

but if he wins, you have to sit there and now it’s your turn glaring at him

and the weird thing is that you two never directly communicated with each other?

you don’t even recall hearing his voice tbh

it’s like this unspoken rivalry ,,, and even though it’s super irritating how he snatches your table,,, it adds a dash of playfulness and fun into your boring school life

so this game you two play goes on for weeks until one stressful day

your teacher yelled at you in front of the class which made you late to your next class which led to another mad teacher and so on

you left your binder of homework at your dorm so you got marked off on your grades

your roommate left the house in a hot mess after a slumber party she had last night

and it’s just,,,,, everything is crashing down at you at once and it’s just so,, suffocating

and you’ve managed to hold everything in until up to moment you’re in the library

the minute you reach your table you just collapse on the ground from exhaustion

you hear a yell and you feel an awkward hand on your back

and in a sweet voice you hear “hey!!?? are you okay? (y/n) answer me”

and when you look up you’re surprised to see the boy who’s been snatching your table looking down at you with concern swimming in his eyes

and wow,, he’s so good looking up close

then you see a blush creep up on his cheeks and you’re like shIT i’m staring

you nod shyly and tell him you’re just tired af because it was a rough day

next thing you know he’s leading you to a convenience store and buying you a cup of latté

he introduces himself as eunwoo & you remember that he said your name earlier so you’re like “hey eunwoo how did you know my name??”

and he gets flustered and is like “uHhh you’re really well known... around the campus”

and even though you’re like hMMM you let it slide and you end up spilling your feelings to him

feelings about how you’re pressured for the future and how school is a pain in the ass

and the whole time he just listens and nods his head while giving commentary like “oh that’s horrible” or “wow i cant believe she did that”

by the end of it you’re both done with your drinks and you feel so so much more better

then you see eunwoo hesitating and you’re like ?!!!

he was actually contemplating whether he should hug you or not but mans is too awkward for that

he ends up just ruffling your hair

WHICH makes your heart go dududududu

and you’re like “thanks for listening... i feel so much better because of you.”

eunwoo just smiles and says something along the lines of “o-of course”

when you check the time you see that it’s close to your curfew so you both wave goodbye to each other

the next day, you see that eunwoo is still sitting at your table, only this time there’s an extra chair on the other side

so when you approach him he immediately shoots up and is like “i got you an extra chair so we don’t have to fight anymore”

& ur like oh.. o h okay we should’ve done this earlier

you two spend most of your time in peaceful silence while you study and he reads a different book everyday

occasionally you would steal glances of him because he looks... so attractive... just READING

and while you’re not paying attention eunwoo also stares at you bc wow.. you look so beautiful focused on your homework

there would be moments where you two would catch each other staring which leads to two very flustered faces and awkward tension

but trust me it’s adorable

even the librarian is cooing in the background

eventually eunwoo asks for your number and tries to make an excuse like “oH just in case you’re stressed out again”

in reality he just wants to talk to you

and when you smirk and say “oh okay eunwoo are we stepping up this friendship??”

he’S LIKE W O T .... PPFFFT seriouslyhowdidyouknow

and since eunwoo is rlly romantic he would send text messages like “did you eat?” or “stop studying and sleep”

and it’s so sweet and considerate you feel your heart bursting with so much love how can someone be so cute??????

occasionally you’d flirt around to purposely make him flustered

like you’d hold his hand randomly in the library when it’s “cold”

or you would randomly text him “i miss you”

the day he asks you out is when you two are talking on the phone at midnight bc eunwoo called you to stop you from studying

and while you’re talking you hear his sleepy voice say “you’re so adorable i just want to hug you”

and by this point how is this considered platonic AAAAAAAAA

you’re about to respond playfully but he continues and is like “i really like you”

AND YOURE SIDDJSOKASKS SCREKAING INSIDE

but in real life you’re like “i do too :)”

the next day he finds you outside your dorm and hugs you tightly before you can even get out a “good morning”

he tries to get you a new drink every morning but fails many times since your classes are so early and eunwoo just caNT wake up that early

and since you’re dating now he moved his chair next to yours so you’re both on the same side of the table :))

you two share earbuds and alternate from each other’s playlists everyday

he introduces you to his loud friends and his roommate Moonbin

moonbin is like a wild version of eunwoo and loves teasing you two every chance he gets

he’d use eunwoo’s embarrassing childhood stories as blackmail if eunwoo didn’t cook him something

regardless though, he would still tell you about that time eunwoo married a tree in elementary school dkzjsoakao

eunwoo as a boyfriend would try not to be clingy but he just can’t help but squish your cheeks and wrap his arms around you bc you’re juST so cute <3

you’d listen to him rant about books and give you summaries about each book he’s reading

how he manages to finish one whole book each day is still a mystery to you

but because of that he’s literally so smart

he excels in literature and language and leverything

he’s just a little... weak... in math LMAO

a lot of girls would glare at you two bc they’re jealous you got the hottest guy on campus and they’d probably be like “you don’t deserve eunwoo” a lot

and that honestly ... lowers your self esteem so so much because you understand why you don’t deserve him

this leads to an argument you two have where he’s telling you that you deserve him just as much as he deserves you!!!!!!!!

of course, this takes a lot of time for you to learn but eventually you’ll feel like you Deserve him because yes!! yes you do!!

it’s also tiring for eunwoo to always be seen as the model and the perfect and hot guy of the school ,,,, that’s why he likes you so much

you treat him like the most precious human being and are genuinely interested in him... not just his looks

you assure eunwoo so many times that even if he looked like your foot you would love him as much as you do now

aND that makes him giggle and wow he’s so in love with you

#this is so long ndkskaka im sowwy mobile users #i dont have my computer with me rn :( #anyways enjoy #astro #astro headcanons #astro scenarios #astro fanfictions #astro fluff #cha eunwoo