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perpetualexistence · 3 months

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Noah and the Beanstalk AU

New AU hot off the press! This one's what I'd call a one-shot AU since this is the main thought without really any other ideas to go along with it. I would still love to answer any questions about it, though!

Look under the read more for an Alenoaheather g/t au! It won't be the last, though it is currently the only one that ends in a villain thruple.

Fantasy AU where giants are a known thing to exist in the clouds. Jack did his thing with the beanstalk and became famous since he's wealthy a la golden goose. This has just encouraged more humans to try to go up and steal from giants, occasionally even killing one. At this point stealing from giants is a profession in itself. An incredibly dangerous one with a very high mortality rate.

With that context out of the way, now onto Noah. He's the youngest of 9, and his life's doing pretty okay up until his mom catches an incurable illness. Being a nerd, he throws himself into research to find some kind of magic that can save her.

Good news! There's a chalice that cures the most pressing of ailments the next town over! The bad news? That town just got razed to the ground and pillaged by a pair of giants. Giants normally don't bother coming down and prefer to stay up to hoard and guard their treasures. These two are particularly greedy though because they go out of their way to come down and take things for themselves. The treasure's their priority but if anyone gets in the way of that? They're going to lose their lives trying to protect what's theirs. Giant thieves have gone up to try to reclaim the wealth and seek revenge. Though some even theorize that these two are only doing this out of desperation and can potentially be reasoned with. People from neither side of this argument have come back down.

There's also another problem in trying to go after these two. A more human one. You see, when everyone started going after giants, the earlier ones had the advantage of stealing from unsuspecting giants with no idea this was going to be an epidemic of stealing. They got power real fast, and started doing what they could to keep that power to themselves. Certain giant thieves went as far as hiring guards to stop other giant thieves from going up and getting rich without at least some hefty fee. The particular beanstalk that Noah's got to get to has royal guards.

Noah's only got a timeline of a couple of months since that's how long the doctors predicted. So he uses that to the fullest extend he dares. Most giant thieves get killed because they think they can just sneak in without a plan and get what they want the first time they get up there.

Noah's plans to do this smart thing called reconnaissance. He's going to make a few trips up before he tries actually stealing the chalice. He needs to know a few things before he's even going to think about touching that treasure:

Where these two keep their treasure

How they guard it

If they know how valuable the chalice is, and subsequently

If they'll notice that the chalice goes missing

Can they track him down if they do notice

He somehow manages to get his way up the beanstalk whether it's through bribing guards or distracting them so he can sneak up. Though he does manage to catch the attention through Justin, the prince or else some kind of royal who wants to make a name for himself but is also too cowardly to try stealing from a giant. Justin can't prove anything, so he just watches and waits as Noah keeps up with his frequent trips.

Through Noah's reconnaissance, he learns a couple of things. The two giants are named Alejandro and Heather. They're both around his age, and they really do only care about the treasure so they can gloat to others about how wealthy they are. They're also clearly in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. It's just incredibly unfortunate that they define a romantic outing as stealing and killing together.

Noah also learns that they have no idea they've got a magic chalice on their hands, which is good. What's not so good is they have a giant dog that guards their treasure room when they're not around. (Is the giant dog a stand in for anyone in particular? Maybe! Part of me wants to say Tyler for some reason. Still trying to figure that out.) However, he does learn that the dog has been trained at least a bit through whistles. This leads to the start of a brilliant plan.

Rather than steal the chalice himself, he trains the dog to steal the chalice FOR him. The dog goes in and out of the treasure room so he won't set off any alarms. Noah already knows some tricks for doing so thanks to training his own dog. It takes a while to make sure the dog becomes familiar with and loves him as a person with treats rather than a person who is a treat. Even longer to go through the training of teaching him how to fetch the chalice through creating a replica so the dog knows what to look for. But eventually it pays off.

He books it with the chalice. He doesn't dare to get greedy because he knows these two will notice if too much goes missing. And he's seen enough of them to know they'll be incredibly vindictive against anyone who injures their pride by stealing. He actually plans to return the chalice after using it on his mother. He'd rather have them never realize it was gone rather than live with the ticking time bomb of waiting to see if they notice.

Before he goes too far with it, he tests it on himself first. It would be a waste to steal it only for it to be for nothing. He cuts the palm of his hand, then pours some water into the chalice and drinks. He was not prepared for the intensity. It feels like he's swallowed liquid fire and he nearly coughs it out, but he forces himself to swallow. As to be expected, his whole body feels like it's on fire. This was a horrible mistake. Fortunately for him, the pain subsides. And look, that cut has been healed! Finally, life is looking up for once!

Noah's biggest mistake was thinking this because the moment he gets off the beanstalk, Justin shows up. He reveals that he's been watching Noah and let him keep going up, which is why it's been so easy for Noah to make repeated trips. Justin rips the chalice out of Noah's hands to claim it for himself so he can have the prestige of being a giant thief without ever putting himself in any danger. Noah gets to live because Justin can't be bothered to kill him, and doesn't see him as a threat. Noah's only saving grace is Justin has no idea what the chalice can do, and Noah sure as hell isn't going to tell him.

Noah's forced to go home empty-handed. He starts trying to plan how to steal the chalice back, and if he even has enough time to do that. Infiltrating a castle with plenty of guards is much different than infiltrating a giant home with only three occupants.

He only gets about a week or two before two rather pissed off giants and their dog come crashing down to reclaim their stolen treasure. Noah's in town doing reconnaissance on the castle so he's close enough to see the dog bounding into the castle to reclaim the chalice and the person who's currently claiming he took the chalice: Justin.

Heather and Alejandro are busy trying to interrogate Justin into telling them how he stole from them. Neither of them are paying attention to their dog, who smells Noah, and comes bounding towards him with the chalice as he's been trained. Noah can't believe his luck.

Literally, he can't. Because if Heather or Alejandro catch sight of this they're going to figure out who the real thief is in an instant. But also this is his one chance of curing his mom while the two are distracted. He just has to pray he's faster than they are. At least he has a giant dog that serves as a great mode of transportation if you're willing to cling for your life and pray to anyone that'll listen to not fall off.

He does manage to make it home and cure his mother, thankfully without her looking too pained by drinking from the chalice. Bad news is this is around the time he hears two incredibly loud, incredibly frustrated screams and he knows they've realized the chalice is gone again.

He tries to order the dog to return the chalice to Alejandro and Heather. Which is pretty difficult considering this isn't a command he's taught the dog. The dog also hears itself being called back by its giant owners, so it comes up with the perfect solution. It lightly bites down onto both the chalice AND Noah and begins bounding back. Cue Noah screaming and trying to give the 'drop it'.

Which works! Partially. It gets the dog to drop the chalice. Down a hill. Rolling off a cliff. To the ocean below. Where it's immediately swept away. Never to be seen again.

His only hope is that Alejandro and Heather will make his death quick.

When he does get brought back to the two, he's immediately snatched up by Heather who demands to know who he thinks he is, and where the chalice is when she realizes it's gone. Noah tries to lie that their dog picked him up on complete accident, but they're not buying it. Alejandro does notice that their dog is acting particularly strange towards this one human, and convinces Heather to drop Noah into the dog's mouth.

Noah does land into his mouth, though out of sheer desperation gives the 'drop it' order. This saves him, but it also reveals himself as the original thief.

They're both at least slightly impressed that Noah managed to scheme his way into the chalice, but they've still got their images to maintain. Plus, he lost the chalice.

So, Alejandro crushes him under his heel. It's quick, although incredibly painful. The two walk off to see if they can recover the chalice, and that's the end of the story.

...Or it would be, if Noah wasn't screaming in confused pain and panic not even a minute after being crushed, perfectly healthy.

Remember when he drank from the chalice to test it out? Well, it only really has one setting: turbo-charged. So with his mother with a terminal illness, it worked exactly as intended. But when he drank from it with only a cut on his hand, it decided to go after a deeper, underlying issue.

This pesky little thing called mortality.

Alejandro and Heather also scream because what?? the fuck?? Heather kicks him into a tree on instinct and Noah goes flying. And not long after, his body rebuilds himself and he's back. The process of killing Noah and him reviving repeats for a few times before they all stop and try to figure out where the fuck to go from here.

Their pride won't allow Heather or Alejandro to simply let Noah live. And Noah plans to do everything in his power to not go through that whole die/revive process again. Alejandro comes up with the idea to just take Noah if they can't have the original chalice. Raze the town so they can still prove a point, and be on their way.

Noah has many problems with this plan, but neither cares about his opinion. Up until he points out that he'll always be looking for a way to escape. With his newfound immortality, he'll get there eventually. (He's completely bluffing about whether or not his lifespan will be extended to and this isn't just regeneration, but they don't have to know that.)

If they agree NOT to destroy the town he grew up in, then he'll promise never to try to escape. And he will want proof that they stick to their end. He doesn't want them to just lie about his town being fine while they destroyed it days ago.

They reluctantly agree to these terms. Justin, who the two had dumped earlier, tries to take claim when they start to head out with their new prize. Leading Noah to just share at the sheer audacity of him before speaking again.

"...You know how I said you couldn't touch a single person in this town? I don't consider Justin to be a part of this town, so you can do whatever you want with him."

"Oh thank god he was getting SO annoying."

"Want to bat him through the air like a human racquetball until one of us inevitably drops him mi cariño?"

"Yes, but you are so the one who's dropping him first."

Eventually Heather realizes they can use Noah to steal from other giants. So he becomes their own pet giant thief, and he eventually gets pampered since they do legitimately enjoy his schemes and sarcastic wit.

All of this because I basically wanted a g/t au where Alejandro and Heather are a bond villain couple with a small Noah as the little bastard cat they stroke on their lap. He 100% pokes fights with human royalty or other giants to watch Alejandro and Heather take them down. Alejandro and Heather know this, and they love this about him. Plus it just gives them more of an excuse to have fun dates involving ruining people's lives.

#total drama #td noah #td alejandro #td heather #total drama noah #total drama alejandro #total drama heather #td #giant/tiny #assorted au #oneshot au #alenoaheather #td alenoaheather #noah and the beanstalk au

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nothinghereisworking · 7 months

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Whither Lies the Heart

The story of Ernis, wife of Fingon, and Erien, their daughter.

G, M/F, 1,000 words. [AO3]

In a late (rejected) version of the legendarium, Fingon has a son, Finbor, and a daughter, Erien. A variant of Erien was Ernis. I figured if the men can name all their sons after themselves, so can their wives!

For @finweanladiesweek

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He captures her heart, that fair Noldorin prince who brought the sunlight in his hair and moonlight in his smile and all the host of heaven in his eyes. Ernis’s father treats with the second-come, the ones who were left behind. It awes her, their fortitude. She finds herself smiling more warmly, laughing more readily, singing more sweetly when she thinks he is watching.

Ernis never grows to love the stone towers of her husband’s people. She endures it for love of him - indeed, she would endure much for he whom she had chosen - but often her feet lead her to wander once again in the open hills and the sparse forests of her home.

Even after she bears him children, her desire to wander cannot be appeased but by the doing. With Erien upon her back, her feet take her to the very shores of the sea, the taste of salt on her tongue and sand between her toes. She visits the home of her husband’s kin and they are eager to meet their new niece.

With Finbor still suckling at her breast, she wades into the pools of Ivrin and drinks deep of its waters of renewal. There she bathes, she and her children, and tells the stories of their mother’s people from long before the sun rose.

She knows he worries, but Barad Eithel is but a waypoint on her endless journey, and while she strays far across the land, she never remains gone for more than a season or two, always returning to his arms and his bed. Until she can once again no longer bear to be confined and the wind calls her to come and follow.

No matter how she loves him, she can never be fully happy but to be on her way. Drawing her scarf tight about her head, drawing her satchel across her shoulder, she follows the clouds and dances in the rivers.

In time, Finbor no longer follows, finding delight in the skills of the Noldor, their art of swords and strategies. But Erien is ever at her mother’s side, walking the long leagues under starlight.

Erien has yet little thought of love or marriage. She has little thought of much beyond the uses of the plants and the movement of the stars, the coming and going of the birds with the seasons and the secret names of the hills over which she roams. So it might have continued but for a Spring when more fair princes of the Noldor come to visit.

As her family gathers, her father puts his arm around her shoulder and smiles proudly. “May I present my daughter, Erien,” he says, and the words swell her chest and warm her heart.

She curtsies before them - these golden princes Angrod and Aegnor, the fair lady Eðellos, but it is upon Orodreth her gaze lands.

Though their fathers seem most eager for Finbor and Orodreth to become friends, whenever she is close to him they fall easily into conversation, his manner light and his laughter warm. He speaks softly yet with a depth of feeling she cannot help but feel drawn to. The more time she passes in his company the more she longs to remain so.

When their guests depart to return to Dorthonion, she wanders at first through the fields and forests, aimless and forlorn, until at last she cannot bear it.

“I have walked the length and breadth of Hithlum, tasted the waters of Neverast, trod the ices of Lammoth, and climbed the mountains which encompass Dor-Lómin. But now my heart desires to see the highlands of Dorthonion, and thither I shall go.”

Fingon kisses her brow tenderly. “Go,” he says. “With my leave and my love. For I have seen where your heart lies, and I am certain you have planted it in fertile soils.”

Ernis embraces her also, but she weeps, for her daughter has found her own path at last and she will no longer shadow her own.

Thus Erien sets her face to the rising sun and goes. She crosses the Ered Wethrin, passing through Eithel Sirion where her grandfather dwells, before continuing on to the heather-filled hills and tall, fragrant pines of Dorthonion. It is wild and strange, and despite her reason for coming she cannot but tarry at every new plant and songbird.

It is not until autumn has grown late and the snows begin to fall that she at last comes to the fortress of Ost-na-Thuin upon the northern slopes, shining tall and white, with great banners flying from its walls and ramparts.

Throughout her journey she had often turned her mind to what she would say upon her arrival, how she would win the love of Orodreth. She constructed many pretty phrases she might use, and even some polite excuses to spare them both should it be clear that he did not share her affections.

What she never dreamed of was to be escorted into the great hall and find her father, mother, and brother all merry guests within. So certain was Fingon of Orodreth’s feelings, they had set out shortly after she left, riding with a company across Ard-galen and coming to Ost-na-Thuin a full season ahead of her, bearing a number of gifts for his cousins, and a trunk of Erien’s things.

Both families are overjoyed when beneath the bright stars and clear skies of a long winter’s night, Erien and Orodreth are wed.

Like her mother, Erien is ill at ease staying in one place for too long. Sometimes Orodreth accompanies her on her wanderings, and her feet carry her even as far as Ossiriand, wishing to touch each of the seven rivers which flow there.

When in the fullness of time Finduilas is swaddled and laid upon her breast, she whispers to her of all the many lands through which they will journey, the lands of her mothers who will not be tamed, who wander with the wind and drink from Ivrin.

#tolkien fanfiction #author: cuarthol #ernis #wife of fingon #erien #daughter of fingon #fingon #angrod and fingon: grandfathers of gil-galad agenda #finweanladiesweek

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The myth of Apollo (5)

And here is the last part of Françoise Graziani’s article « Apollo, the mythical sun » (begun here).

IV/ The mystical Sun

The interpretation of the Sun as a symbol of royalty was already present during the Renaissance but was truly amplified by the baroque era. This iconological interpretation was first punctually associated with the panegyric (Ronsard in his “Elegies” wrote “Henry, the Sun that inspired me”), then to the emblematic, as the royal crown was depicted as a crown of sun-rays. While Tyard saw a positive symbol within the idea of the Sun “Prince and rector of the sky”, the baroque poet Drelincourt, in 1677, compared it to a “superb King, who shines in his Court, Crowned with rays” – but only to better accuse the celestial body of being a simulacra of God, a “weak painting”. Within the same idea, Du Bartas substituted the false pagan god to the real God: “The world is a cloud through which shines, not the bow-shooting son of the beautiful Latone, this divine Phoebus, but…”. It is very revealing that Drelincourt presents a critical and desacralizing interpretation of the sun, where it loses its mythical name and function… while writing within the court of Louis XIV, right as the king ideologically concretizes the literary allegories by depicting himself within Versailles (the “house of the Sun”) as Apollo, as the sun on earth. Drelincourt concludes his sonnet “About the Sun”, by insisting that the Sun is just the “portrait of the Primal Cause”: “your brightness is but a Shadow, and you are not the Sun anymore”. The mythical Sun is a false sun, but it is replaced in the metaphorical heaven by the real mystical Sun, the Christ, that the Renaissance paintings sometimes depicted under the traits of Apollo. As a reflection of the true God, as the interpret and the vehicle of God’s light, the Christ was a solar character, whose death was thought as bringing a “night” to the Western world (it was how the poets metaphorize the eclipse that occurred during the Crucifixion). This identification, very common within the mystical baroque poetry, was sometimes pushed to the point of including (in a very unusual way) some episodes of Apollo’s legends within the Christian allegory (such as Hyacinthus or Clythia).

V/ The Sun of intelligence

The mystical sun is, in a paradox that determined all poetic interpretations, linked to the decline of the mythical sun. And yet, the mystical sun is born from a very old topos, the one of the Deus Pictor: if God is a painter, and the Universe his painting, than the Sun (and the poets claim it since the Hellenistic times) is his brush. In the baroque era, the solar myth, heavily used in a metaphorical (not quite allegorical) way, leads this motif towards the realm of abstractions. Every time it appears, it is linked to two elements: on one side, the Sun as a divine principle and an instrument of creation which becomes the double of the poet (a poet that now dares associate himself with not just Orpheus, but Apollo). On the other side, the diurnal travel of the solar eye becomes the metaphor of the process of writing. Numerous baroque texts play on the similarity between the words “rayons” (the rays) and “crayon” (the pencil), to show the Creator in his picturesque and scriptural functions. In a similar way, it is traditional to punctuate long poems by various sunsets and sunrises, described in such a way that they establish an analogy between the rhythm of the days, and the rhythm of the poem itself.

It is for example the case within G. B. Marino’s “Adone”, where, at the end of the poem, the Muse answers Apollo’s call, and comes to “end the thread of this long canvas”, and the end of the last day is described in textual terms: “The sky is of paper, the darkness of ink, the ray a feather / Which with the sun erases the ending day to write / to the West, in letters of gold, the end of the long travel.” Within “Adone”, Apollo is present under different shapes. He is found, in a metaphorical way, in the character of the hero, Adonis, which ultimately is just a gaze that crosses the various spectacles of the universe (celestial world, terrestrial world, cultural world) and is often compared, due to the “shine of his youth”, to Apollo. As the sun is the eye that brightens the world, that reveals the world and that allows it to be, the first creating gaze over the poem is done by the poet itself ; but there is another sight, the image of the human eye that reads and interprets the great Book of Nature. Adonis, within Marino’s poem, plays this role of reader, the double of the creature to which the secrets of the creation are hidden. He is, too, a “false sun”, and this is why Marino show him as a passive hero who, throughout the poem, does not understand what he sees: it is a reverse image of the philosophical sun of the Renaissance. He symbolizes the human soul, in the idea that the human soul only perceives the appearances, and mistakes itself for the sun because it was created in tis image. Marino’s Adonis is a “lonely eye” to which the gods (Venus and Hermes) reveal secrets, but the only world that receives the light of his gaze is the one of the book, of which the real writer is Apollo, “he who brightens the wise minds”. He who shines upon the minds embodies the last avatar of the god of Poetry: the divine Intellect, he who makes the minds shining and insightful, he who gifts human with both invention and divination. The solar sign valorizes the human Intellect, and more so over the individual intelligence. The god doesn’t “inspire” anymore, but he does more by “shining” upon the artistic works.

Apollo is more and more disguised as time passes by, to the point of losing his name – he is substituted so much he is even refused the qualificative of a god. He keeps however, as a mythical sign, a great coherence. The abstract uses of the Sun as metaphors for the divine eye contain very clear remains of its mythical nature. The connotations tied to the solar figure are simply the transpositions, on a metaphorical plane, of the elements tied to the god. The frequency of his use throughout the 16th and 17th centuries proves its almost ritualistic value, even though literature splits itself from the myth. As such, it seems that, as soon as the poetry does not bear the myth of the inspiration anymire, the figure of its titular god is slowly abandoned. Even though the invocation of the Muses persists, as a convention or as a periodical element, all the way to the 19th century. The names of “Apollo”, “Muses” and “Lyre” are enough to designate, by metonymy, and outside of all myths, the very concept of poetry.

VI/ Hyperion

With Romanticism, Apollo becomes the Archer again. The divine inspiration of the poet is not an illumination or a revelation anymore, but a shock, a stupefying possession. The poet, as Hölderlin writes, is “struck by Apollo” and, confronted by the presence of the god, he can’t be understood by other humans anymore. The poetic vocation is assimilated to a curse, and to a suffering. Within Hölderlin’s work, Apollo is fused with both Jupiter, he who strikes with the blinding lightning, he who “shakes and vivifies”, and with Dionysos, to condense itself ultimately in the figure of the Christ. He also especially identified with the one who was, according to Hesiod, his grand-father, the titan Hyperion. Just like Hyperion, of which he bears the name in the allegorical novel of Hölderlin “Hyperion”, the poet is a fallen and exiled titan, whose rebellion (pre-apollonian actions) are doomed to failure, but who keeps the vague memory of his solar origin and of his mission, while still being, like the sun, doomed to loneliness. A loneliness which, in this context, bears both a positive aspect, as the solitude which brings exaltation, and a negative aspect, the solitude which makes the poet a cursed man or a mad man. Apollo and Dionysos become one within the Romantic conception of madness as a sign of both divine election and mystical drunkenness. The fundamental ambiguity of Apollo is found back within the duality of the poetry, perceived as both a grace and an eviction. This duality was felt by the Romantics on an individual plane, and not on a conceptual plane like in the Renaissance.

An exceptional occurrence of the figure of Apollo within literature must be studied, quite close to Hölderlin’s own interpretation. Apollo appears as the subject and the hero of a 19th century literary work in only one piece, an unfinished poem by Keats which was also called Hyperion (1819). This brief epic of a Miltonian style depicts the fall of the Titans, banished by the New Gods, and the rise to divinity of the young Apollo, initiated by Mnemosyne. Within Keats’ writing, just like within Hölderlin’s work, Apollo is treated as the symbol of a “new beauty”, and as the tutelar god, not to say the embodiment, of the New Poetry. For both men, the accent is put on the “divine future” of Apollo: for Keats, Apollo only becomes a god when, thanks to Mnemosyne (who is in mythology the mother of the Muses), he understands his divinity, and this accession to Knowledge is a painful process. Apollo, before striking the poets, suffers himself from an “agony as burning as death is cold”. And he screams painfully when he was his epiphany. Within Hölderlin’s, the name Hyperion symbolized, by an antonomasia, the splitting of the hero, a hero turned to the Ancient Gods, that feels himself as their interpret, and yet is destined to inaugurate the renewal of the Teenager Sun through a New Poetic Religion. The poet which is speaking here is not yet born, and Hyperion represents the mythical prehistory of he who will only become a god, a pure lonely spirit, the “Hermit of Greece”, free of all heroic temptations, only after Romanticism. In a similar way, Keats brutally interrupts his poem right as Poetry is born.

#the myth of apollo #apollo #hyperion #greek mythology #poetry #greek gods #symbolism #sun #titans #keats #hölderlin #christianization of greek myths #greek myths #poetic symbols #literary myths

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 1 year

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2023.02.27

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. The Emperor's Man by @amillionregrets [M, 86k]

►Draco Malfoy, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lohos, is betrayed and poisoned by his lover, Emperor Potter. As Prince Draco takes his last breath, he recalls Potter's warm gaze and wishes from the depths of his heart for a chance to confront Potter one last time. Without knowing or understanding, he activates ancient time magic and goes back in time to an hour before he died. Can he find out the reason behind Potter's betrayal, or will he die in vain once again?

2. Epistolary Summer by going_to_the_sun_road [T, 4k]

►Isolated under house arrest at the Manor, Draco wrestles with his past and his complicated feelings towards a certain Boy Savior. Will Harry ever forgive him? Will there ever be more than hatred between them? [...]

3. falling amongst the stars (and embraced by the clouds) by @wannahearitinspanish [?, 2k]

►Sometimes, Harry got on his broom, flew as high as he could – then tipped back and let himself fall.

4. Hanahaki Sequel by @ladyroxanne21 [E, 9k]

►13 years after Draco and Harry cured their Hanahaki disease, they decide it's time to take a break from their work and reevaluate their lives. To reaffirm their marriage and make it a priority.

5. Left in your Hands by MrsRupertGrint1769 [E, 46k]

►Voldermort is dead, Harry and his friends return for their 7th year after some have presented into their second genders. Draco smells too good to resist, and besides Harry saved the world, he should get what he wants with no questions asked.

6. Makes Me Feel by byrambles [G, 3k]

►Draco stumbles on a list in Harry’s handwriting: "Reasons I ___e Draco Malfoy." The missing word has to be "hate," and Draco doesn’t want to lose what they have. Cue Draco trying to change and Harry trying to figure out what the hell is going on.

7. Never Have I Ever Kissed A Slytherin by @wizardsandthrones [T, 2k]

►The Eighth years play a classic drinking game. What could go wrong?

8. Overwhelmed by @cluelesspigeons [G, 1k]

►Sunday lunches at the Burrow are not easy for Draco. Yet, he's still trying his best.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Good For You by Anonymous [E, 4k]

►Draco has only ever wanted to be a very good boy. He has no intention of blurting that out to Harry Potter at pub night. ★ HP Call Me Daddy Fest 2023 | @call-me-daddy-fic-fest

2. The Night Before by @wolfpants [E, 1k]

►Harry and Draco wake up after spending the night together. ★ Kinkuary 2023 | @kinkuary

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2023 #2023.02

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ofduskanddreams · 1 year

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Sunshine — another Helion x LoA meet-cute drabble 🌞

Writing the drabble last week reminded me I wrote this long ago. Enjoy this revised scene from a retired fic of mine :)

around 700 words, rated G

“Why won’t you tell me your name?” The beautiful prince asked, his arms braced on the balcony's edge.

“Maybe I want to know yours before I tell you mine, lord.” She flashed him a coy little smile.

He drew his face closer to hers, the flames in the brazier refracting off his thin gold circlet. “Helion. My name is Helion, lady,” he spoke the words like a plea.

“Helion.” Serafina parsed the lilting syllables out, enjoying the way the name felt on her tongue. “Helion,” she repeated in confirmation. “Do people ever call you Hell?” The thought made her laugh, but she was careful to hide her mouth behind her palm.

He took her wrist, tugging to gently lower her hand. “Don’t hide that lovely smile. This is Day, we prefer to let beauty shine,” he said with a slightly rakish smirk.

“How many females have you used that line on, Hell?” She mirrored his grin, feeling rather smug when his eyes went wide at the corners.

“Just because I’ve said something before does not diminish its validity, Sunshine.”

“Oh,” Serafina gasped, mockingly offended. “Do they all swoon when you use fancy words too?”

Helion’s abashed expression turned gleeful. “They were right then,” he mused to himself, though it was clear he wanted her to hear.

Fine, she would take the bait. “Right about what, Hell?”

“Are you going to keep calling me that?”

“Yes.”

“Fine.”

“Right about what? Don’t try and change the subject just to rile me, it's unbecoming.”

“Sunshine I think you’re already riled and I prefer myself improper—I think you do too.” He winked at her before continuing. Heat stole across her cheekbones. “They were right about Autumn fae having fire in their blood.”

Serafina grinned a little wickedly and a wisp of white flame danced across her palm held between them. She watched his reaction to her magic carefully. “Most people are afraid of getting burned.”

She wasn’t supposed to use her magic, especially not in front of males who could tell her father that she had broken the rules. Something told her this male was different—that she could trust him with this.

Helion looked at the little flame, fascinated. Then he did something she hadn’t expected. Quick as a lark diving between the clouds, he ran his hand through the white fire. And smiled.

Serafina cooled the flame so it wouldn’t burn and she sent it twirling up his arm. Helion watched the little wisp with fascination. Then those amber eyes flicked back to her, sparkling with sunlight.

The prince leaned a little closer. Serafina’s hand came to rest against his chest on instinct, her palm touching the draped white linen but her fingers pressed into his bare skin. The warmth of him left her a little breathless, it was so different from the warmth of fire.

Fire was dramatic—high heat that vanished to an aching cold when it died out. But this magic—him, the sunlight—was slowly and thoroughly warming. She imagined it would linger, like stones still warm in the dark after a clear summer's day.

“Luckily for you, Sunshine. I like playing with fire.” His smile was dazzling, hopeful, promising and she never wanted to look away.

Somewhere a bell tower struck, ten bright tolls ringing through the night. Serafina forced herself to step away, she couldn’t afford to be punished. Not when this week would likely be her last taste of freedom.

“I’m sorry, I have to get back before my father starts wondering where I am.” She watched disappointment flash across the prince’s lovely features.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, stepping toward her.

“My family is staying through the end of the festival. You can if you would like.”

“I would like that very much,” he beamed.

She turned on a slippered heel.

“Wait!” Helion called. She looked back at him over her shoulder. “Please—tell me your name.”

“Serafina!” She called back, helpless to stop the wide smile that stretched across her face. “But you can keep calling me Sunshine!”

It was to the rich, joyous sound of Helion’s laughter that Serafina skipped down the stairs and towards her family’s guest suite.

@ablogofbipanic @spell-cleavers @ whoever else is a Helion x LoA fan — happy friday :)

#acotar drabble #acotar fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar fic #helion spell cleaver #high lord helion #lady of the autumn court #lady vanserra #helion x lady of autumn #helion x lady vanserra #helion x loa

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darlingpoppet · 8 months

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WIP Wednesday: Snippets from Hades Lounge Summer Beach Zine

For WIP Wednesday this week (hi @johaerys-writes thanks again for the tag!) I decided to share something a bit different, which is some snippets from the piece I contributed to an upcoming Summer Beach themed zine put together by members of the Hades Lounge Discord. It’s going to be a FREE digital zine and I’ve been really impressed seeing how diverse all the works are, it was completely voluntary participation and yet so many of the characters and ships from Hades game are represented, as well as content ranging from sugary sweet to red-hot spicy. I think it will have something pretty much for everyone, so I hope you’ll check it out! Anyway I will be sure to share links when the zine is finally released <3

IN THE MEANTIME, here are two excerpts from my piece: a sorta Ghibli-esque, G-rated fluff story in which childhood-era Achilles & Patroclus summon Zagreus to the surface for a play date on the beach <3

They ambled onto the sand, and the boys’ pace began to quicken as they got closer to the water. Zagreus found he was not accustomed to how much the surface yielded here, and he had difficulty keeping up.

“The sand is hot this time of day,” Patroclus warned. “Be careful.”

Zagreus allowed his feet to sink into the soft ground. He frowned.

“It feels quite cool to me.”

Achilles turned around, studying Zagreus for a moment before he understood. He grinned again.

“It is your feet… they must be hotter than the sand… interesting.” He pointed to where his toes were buried in wet sand, getting submerged by the flow of the tide. “Come over here… try this.”

Zagreus joined him, and as soon as his feet touched the darkened sand, steam rose from the ground. Then the tide rolled in, and as the sea swallowed him up to his ankles, the water around him bubbled and roiled loudly. Along with a constant hiss, a thick white steam cloud rose up and surrounded Zagreus, blinding him, and he could only hear Achilles and Patroclus as they howled with excitement and wonder somewhere beyond the white fog.

“Should we worry that the ocean will snuff out his feet completely?” Patroclus cried out over the commotion.

“I am not sure!” Achilles shouted in reply. He called to Zagreus: “Are you well, Prince?”

Zagreus chuckled.

“I think so,” he called back. He leapt away, onto a dry patch of sand. The smoldering of his feet seemed completely unaffected. The boys stared at them as the last of the steam cleared away, their eyes wide with fascination.

~*~

After that, the three of them enjoyed their snack without speaking much—the activities had made them all rather hungry. The boys were generous hosts to Zagreus, giving him the largest portions of their bread and cheese. It was not necessary for gods to sustain themselves on anything but nectar and ambrosia (or pomegranates, as the delicacy they were considered to be in the underworld), but Zagreus found there was a simple pleasure in this humble food of mortals, enjoyed among company, and he savored each bite.

As he ate, he watched the boys carefully. Achilles’ eyes seemed to keep wandering to Patroclus as he chewed, the movements of his mouth gradually slowing down as his gaze fixated on the other boy. Patroclus, sensing it, turned to him. Achilles smiled, even as it seemed he had just then awoken from a daydream. Patroclus smiled back at him, and they continued to stare at one another until Patroclus finally turned away. His face was hidden from Achilles, but from where he sat across from them both, Zagreus could easily see his bashful expression. Achilles, for his part, smiled softly as he stared at the food in his lap, a rosy tinge appearing on his cheeks.

Little sweethearts, Zagreus thought fondly.

#wip wednesday #my fics #patrochilles #achilles #patroclus #zagreus #hades game #hades patrochilles #hades fanfic

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femuirdris · 11 months

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Companions in Clumsiness

Fire Emblem Awakening | Rating: G | Character Focus: Chrom, Sumia | Ship(s): Chrobin, Frederick/Sumia

After Sumia fumbles giving Chrom a report, Chrom assured her that he’s clumsy too—both physically and in his relationships.

[Read on AO3!]

“Captain!” Sumia cried, hurrying towards Chrom. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for y-OOF!” She tripped and fell to the ground with a noisy clunk! of her armor. “Oh, pegasus dung…”

“Sumia? Are you okay?!” Chrom asked, reaching a hand out to help her up. She took it, wobbling a bit as she stood up and quickly released his hand as a furious blush painted her cheeks.

“Ugh, just for once I’d like to not be so clumsy…” she muttered at herself as she dusted off, a cloud of nervous embarrassment hanging over her. “I’m sorry, Captain! Er, I have a report for you, sir!” She saluted awkwardly, then noticed her feet were not proper for attention and quickly corrected herself.

Chrom chuckled. “Sumia, you know you don’t have to be so formal with me!”

“Er, right! Well!” She placed her hands on her hips proudly. “Frederick and I have ensured the cavalry and flying mounts are well stocked on supplies!” Her stature waned as she continued, “Well, we might have had to buy an extra bag or two of feed… because I accidentally tore some open while we were stocking and they ended up all over the storehouse… but er, Frederick is ensuring that is covered in the financial report!”

“Thank you for the report, Sumia. And don’t you worry about the feed; thanks to an anonymous benefactor, we’ve had our supply costs covered better than expected!” Chrom smiled, his effortless princely charm radiating like the sun. How cruel of him to be so delightfully carefree! Doesn’t he understand what a burden her clumsiness is on the others?

She sighed, retreating into herself. “Easy for you to say, Captain. You’re perfect at nearly everything you do!”

He sucked in a sharp breath with a grimace. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, we’re only in this awful mess of a war because of me.”

She frowned. “Wait, that’s not true! The mad king provoked you and kidnapped Maribelle! Nothing you or Exalt Emmeryn could have done would have changed that.”

“There are smaller things I mess up too, on a near daily basis!” he insisted. “I mean, you saw me trip over a pebble not long ago, and I can’t tell you how many training dummies I’ve demolished… There’s a wall in the castle that I broke ages ago… And there was last year’s spring festival… So many poor egg casualties…” He held his hand to his forehead dramatically. “And don’t get me started on Ro—er, on… on women!” His face flushed nervously as he caught himself before he apparently revealed some kind of embarrassing secret.

“Oh! I didn’t know that was you breaking all the training dummies!” she giggled. “I help Frederick replace those sometimes, but he never tells me who always breaks them. And now that you mention the pebble incident… Now I know why he clears your path, too! Hee hee!” She took a moment to smile at Chrom, who still looked flustered from his blunder. “And hey, don’t you worry! I’m sure whatever happened with Robin, she still adores you.”

“HUH?! Wha—I didn’t mention—how—erm…”

“Many of us have been smitten by you, of course, always staring all doe-eyed and dreamily at you. I mean, you’re the prince straight out of a fairy tale romance! Handsome and chivalrous and friendly to-boot!” A light blush dusted the apples of her cheeks at her admission.

“Er—many of you?! I—er, I apologize for not taking notice! I… gods, me?”

Sumia giggled again, her smile remaining warm and friendly. “Yes, Chrom, you! And I’m surprised; some of us haven’t been exactly subtle trying to earn your affections…”

“E-even you?!”

She shrugged sheepishly, her cheeks now burning. “Well, I don’t just attempt to bake pies for anyone, you know!” Chrom squeezed his eyes shut, covering his face with his palm in shameful realization. “And Frederick nearly tackled me when I attempted to wash your small clothes with the wrong detergent, hee hee! But after seeing how you and Robin are together, how you two just read each other so… so… effortlessly! I just knew you two were meant to be! And the flowers agreed!”

“Meant… to be. Huh… You—you really think so?” he asked, a stupid, hopeful grin spread across his face.

“The way she looks at you! The way she laughs around you, or the way she teases you and touches your arm during meetings, the way she’s always spending time with you one-on-one!” Her hands were clasped, her sparkling eyes whisked away to a romantic fantasy land. “Oh, they’ll be writing novels based on you two for ages to come! I’m lucky to witness the romance first-hand!”

“Wow… that… huh! I never really thought of her actions that way… I—I mean, I had hoped she thought of me as a man, not just her commander or friend…” He gasped suddenly. “Oh, gods, I’m so sorry, Sumia! You just confessed to trying to earn my affections, and here I am talking about another woman. Add that to my list of blunders,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Chrom, please, it’s more than alright! I am very happy to see you two so smitten with each other! And besides,” she smiled wistfully, breaking eye contact with him, “I’ve eyes for someone else.”

“Oh?” Chrom asked curiously. “And who might that be—er, if you don’t mind!”

Sumia shook her head, sighing. “You are very oblivious when it comes to matters of the heart, Chrom, even among your closest companions.” She eyed him with an expression somewhere between a smirk and a smile.

“Closest companions… Well, it’s not Robin with the way you spoke of us… Let’s see… Emm…? No, probably not… Lissa, maybe? Freder—OH!” He smacked his forehead, Sumia’s wide grin a telling answer. “Oh gods, of course! How could I not have realized! You two have been doing all kinds of work together, pairing up in battle… You think Robin knows? Is that why she’s always pairing you two?”

“I’m not sure, Captain. Do you think that’s why she always pairs you two together on the battlefield?” she asked with a sing-song lilt to her voice. “Hee hee!”

“Touché,” he said with a sheepish grin, ruffling his hair. “So… my faithful lieutenant Frederick the Wary, huh?”

She rolled one ankle beside the other shyly, lacing her fingers behind her back. “It’s really nice to have someone really appreciate me and support me despite my constant fumbling… and I really appreciate all he does for you and your sisters and the Shepherds, too! He’s amazing! To care so strongly for someone who cares for you just as much back… isn’t that what love is all about?”

“Yeah… I think you must be right, Sumia. Thank you for your report today… and for the talk. You’re a good friend and Shepherd, Sumia,” he said, that handsome, princely smile donning his face.

She grasped the air excitedly, nearly losing her balance for just a moment. “You too, Chrom!”

#chrom #sumia #frederick x sumia #chrobin #fredmia #fredsumia #friendship :)#fire embelm awakening #fe13 #my fanfics

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randonauticrap · 2 years

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𝕺𝖇𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖓'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖆𝖗

Pairing ~ Gilbert von Obsidian & Reader

Warnings ~ Smut, breeding kink (Minors DNI)

Word Count ~ 632 (ficlet)

Notes ~ This is my first attempt at writing Mr. Gilbert, and I hope you enjoy! I haven't read his route, as I am waiting for it to come out in ENG, so if this steers too far out of character, I apologize. And as it is my first, I am dedicating it to my good friend and Gilbert expert, @gilbertvonobsidian

You weren't quite sure how you had ended up in the 1st Prince of Obsidian’s room, bare as the moonlight and perched atop his princely shaft as he bucked up into you with fervor, but your thoughts were too clouded by heady desire to make any moves against it.

He felt you soften against him and he smiled. Anyone else would call it wicked, but you knew better. You knew him better than that. His wickedness only fed the beast inside to keep it alive. It did not growl in your presence; it purred, a pleasantly menacing rumble in his chest while his claws dug into your hips to keep him deep inside of you. Deciding against provoking him this particular evening, you instead let out a pleased whine as his length twitched inside of you promisingly, reminding you who you belonged to with every throb.

"I know you enjoy it, so don't stay so silent, liebling." He leaned down to whisper in your ear as he thrust in and out of you, using your hole for his pleasure. "I want all of Rhodolite to know who has captured your heart- urgh." He groaned lewdly as your walls fluttered around him. "Mmm; looks like your heart is not the only thing I've taken for myself, meine Liebe."

You couldn't understand how he kept his composure so well. You mewled and writhed underneath his scalding touch, threatening to come undone at the seams every time his girth found that sweet oasis inside of you. His crimson eye was fixed upon you with a level of intensity that you had never known, and it only brought more heat to your reddening skin as he played with your peaked nipples.

"G-Gilbert!" You whined softly and arched up into his touch. He growled and leaned down to bite one of your hardened nipples between his teeth. "Ah!" You cried out.

"I thought I told you that I wanted your precious Rhodolitian princes to hear you scream my name." He growled, his tongue grazing your nipple as he held it in his teeth, and his lips pressing into your areola with every word.

"Mmm, Gilbert!" You squealed, much louder.

"That's better, meine Schönheit. You are mine now. You belong to the enemy, and when you bear my heir with my seed-" With each emphasized declaration of ownership, his thrusts became harder and faster, and you hooked your ankles behind him to coax him inside further each time.

"Give me your cum, Gilbert." You moaned, needing to feel his release inside of you. You wanted him to stay a part of you, long after he had pulled out. You had gone past the point of regret, past the point of return, past the point of all thought beyond being one with Gilbert von Obsidian.

"As you wish- ungh!" He plunged inside of you one last time and you felt his cock shudder within your walls and release his milky seed into you. You dug your fingertips into his shoulders, a contented smile on your face; but your lover had not completed his mission quite yet. The moment his length ceased to twitch any longer was the moment he started rutting into you once again, building you up to your own pleasure for the third and final time this evening. He left your breast long enough to swirl his thumb around your sensitive bud and rub until you were swept up in ecstasy with his name on your lips; loud enough for the whole castle to hear.

"Mmm, that was beautiful, liebling." Gilbert murmured in your ear as he pulled out of you and cradled you gently to his chest.

"Gilbert…" you mumbled as you slipped into a blissed-out slumber.

"You are mine to care for now, meine Liebe."

Tags for the lovelies: @atelier-maroron @rhodolitesroseforclavis @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @ikehoe @gilbertvonobsidian

#ikemen prince #ikepri gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri #ikepri fanfic #ikepri fanfiction #ikemen prince fanfic #ikemen prince gilbert #gilbert von obsidian/reader #fanfiction #cybird ikemen

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shiroi---kumo · 5 months

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@voidedgear got me thinking about Kumo's Dive of the Heart today at work and I brain rotted it all day so I had to design it because it was stuck in my head. So here you go. Here it is.

#final fantasy unlimited #ffu #ff:u #final fantasy #makenshi #shiroi kumo #kumo #kumo shiroi #// you may reblog #dive into the heart #g! the last cloud prince #g! white cloud's scribbles [[ mun's art ]]

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titleleaf · 1 year

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ficsmells of 2023

(a sequel to the long-bygone ficsmells of 2017)

pete campbell in "santa, buddy": pomade, laundry soap

mozart in "divertimento": wig powder, orange-flower water, sweat, ink

billy hargrove in "somebody's sins but not mine": cigarettes, Drakkar Noir

eddie munson in "we like it louder": sweat, woodsmoke, Old Spice, grime

eddie munson in "give you what you need": sweat, weed, Old Spice, body odor (look at him and tell me i'm wrong)

al shaw in "all the things you boys lie about": sweat, specifically Marlboro cigarettes

vecna tentacle monster in "alive after death": chlorine, semen, rotting meat

daimler in "no language but a cry": rosemary and clove pomatum

julian fromme in "the days of september that rise": swimming pool chlorine, skin/sweat

orson krennic in "the dose makes the poison": sweat, uniform wool, "light and woody" cologne

phil burbank in "coffin tack": this man STINKS + wet wool/leather

bob benson in "(the first time ever) i saw your face": 'Binaca and fine cologne'

henry drax in "the heidelburgh tun": sweat, body odor, wet wool, blood

cirk baufort in "false taste of paradise": sweat, clean cotton tee shirt, semen

father paul hill in "and all the senses rise against": semen, soap, salt, skin, trace cologne

noemí taboada in "lactarius indigo": typewriter ribbons, dusty card catalogs

boris lermontov in "adoration of the earth": carnation, glove leather, hair tonic (spice/herbal notes)

g. joubert in "til every taste is on the tongue": leather, carnation, rosewood, cedar

primo nizzuto in "sticky fingers": bergamot, orange oil

cornelius hickey in "the men will be good, but when?": picked rope, tar

brother matteo in "horologion": wool, wax

dr. stanley in "a progressive vice": camphor

cleopatra in "sykon": myrrh, balsam

james noel holland in "a pathless comet, and a curse": vetiver, neroli

julius caesar in "leopard" and "intempesta nox": calamus, sweet clover, marjoram

stewy hosseini in "the gatecrasher": rosemary, hinoki (I think I had a real cologne or combination of products in mind when I wrote this description but idk which)

stewy hosseini in "buy more stock in roses": cedarwood

marc antony in "nonae" and in "this battalion of lovers": olive oil, herbal water

henry iv in "much ado with red and white": clove-pinks, blood

prince hal in "surfeited with honey": rose, civet

shiv roy in "in the sanatorium": hair serum, expensive shampoo

kendall roy in "in the sanatorium": Tom Ford cologne

henry viii in "serpentello": civet, lavender, bay

samuel masham in "a trick of state": sandalwood, civet

hugo barrett and tony theservant1963 in "close my mouth": Russian birch, leather -- super common fragrance notes for men's fragrance of the era, I might have been thinking Creed Cuir de Russie, for reasons that have everything to do with the comedy value of Creed's pretentious branding

evelyn mulwray in "speak low": 'wet earth and salt water and magnolia flower, like a cloud of perfume staining the wrist of a pair of white leather glove'

colonel ives in "and the burden and the lesson": pomade, bay leaf, clove

noho hank in "yes, and": 'expensive stores at the mall' which 100% means he's wearing a cologne barry doesn't recognize

sal romano in "at last, something beautiful": this dude smells NICE in ways ginsberg cannot articulate

marcus isaacson in "something unreck'd": rose and petitgrain

jay gatsby in "a ruby in the vine": BLOOD AND MONEY

debbie mitford in "soft targets": jasmine, cigarette smoke

#ska writes a thing

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prxttylittle · 8 months

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❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞, ❝ i think we should see other people. ❞, ❝ i’m sorry. ❞

I don’t love you, okay? I never did. I never will.

For the 100th time, Prince’s finger slammed the doorbell. It was going to break soon, but he knew Luna was home. Her car was here and several lights were switched on. She was ignoring him on purpose. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand. He really fucked up this time. He told her he didn’t love her, this was just sex and to add fuel to the fire he basically ignored her at Matt’s party last night and made a big show of talking to Sky instead. He rang the bell again and slammed his fist against the door. Finally, it flung open. Cass stood there, looking angrier than he’d ever seen her. In fact, he was never sure she could emote anger. Clearly she could. “She doesn’t want to see you Prince! Take a hint.” Prince did not take a hint. What he did take was the opportunity of an open door by pushing it further open and getting past Cassie. “Where is she?” Cassie yet again insisted he needed to leave. He ignored her. She was never going to be of any kind of help to him anyway. He found Luna in the living room. He couldn’t tell if she looked upset or angry, or maybe both. Either way whatever emotion it was was his fault.“You’re ignoring me.” He pointed out and the look she gave him in response really made him realise how much he fucked up this time. Cass was hovering like an irritating bug behind him, telling Luna to stick to her guns and trying to tell Prince to leave. “Jesus can you at least call off your fucking watch dog?” She didn’t tell Cass to go away, but she did tell Prince to and stood up to walk away from him. As she walked past him he grabbed her hand. He was starting to feel a little desperate and he didn’t like it. “This is a bit of an overreaction even for you.” Luna didn’t look at him. Instead she looked at Cassie. Everyone in their group wondered if these two could read each others minds and they confirmed it when Cassie finally left despite Luna not saying anything. About time, he thought. He was still holding her hand. Was this a good sign? He put his other hand up, brushing her hair behind her ear. This was always his way of apologising. He never used the word ‘sorry’ or admitted what he did wrong. He would show up, and be gentle to show how he felt instead of saying it. It worked every other time. This time however Luna shook free of his grasp and he brought his hands back to himself. He didn’t say anything, expecting her to. Instead she looked at him with these big sad eyes that were almost completely clouded by the anger on her face. He rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, do you have to be so dramatic?” He wasn’t the most graceful person that was for sure. He stepped closer to her but she stepped away. Prince was confused. Normally their fights led to make up sex but that didn’t seem to be in the cards tonight.

“Prince. I don’t love you, okay?” Prince scoffed but she didn’t let him speak. “I never did. I never will.”

Prince was a little bit lost for words. Every time feelings came up between them he always imagined he’d prefer to hear her say something like this. He was only now realising he preferred hearing her say she loved him, despite arguing with her every time she did. He wouldn’t say it out loud, mostly because he didn’t understand what he was feeling in reaction to her words, but there was definitely a sting there after hearing that. Prince could leave now and they could call quits on this whole thing. That would be too easy though wouldn’t it? He didn’t even believe Luna expected him to do that. So despite how he was feeling, he shrugged. “I don’t care.” That was a lie but he was trying to be casual. “I never expected you to love me. There’s nothing to love, really. Doesn’t mean we have to stop this, does it?” His tone was more of a whisper now and he stepped back into her space, wrapping his hand around hers. He lifted her hand to his lips and grazed a gentle kiss over her knuckles. He smirked, looking right into her eyes. He lifted her hand more, to his shoulder so it could fall there, his arm wrapping around her waist so they were closer together now, face to face. His lips went to hers, but he just gave her a peck. “If you don’t love me, it’s just sex right?” Last week she got annoyed with him for saying that but if she was saying she didn’t love him, surely he wouldn’t get in trouble this time right?

I think we should see other people.

Prince let out an exasperated sigh. He and Luna had been going at this for what felt like an eternity. They were having the same argument going around in loops, mostly about his inability to talk about his feelings, both parties thinking they were correct and both refusing to back down. Prince was tired. He was actually about to suggest they drop it and he go home, mostly to avoid reigniting the fight, but just as he went to speak Luna made a suggestion of her own. “I think we should see other people.” Prince simply blinked at her. It was as though she said it in her native tongue because he was struggling to understand what she said. He sat back and thought about it. Did he want to see other people? No. He hadn’t even looked at another girl since him and Luna started this thing up, even at the start when he did truly hate her and kept thinking ‘this time’ was the last time. They were a bit past that now though. It was a thing now. Thinking about it, he realised her idea pissed him off. The fight they’ve been having all day never once made him think he’d be better off with someone else.

“You can see whoever the fuck you want to, Luna.” He wondered if she already had someone in mind and that was why she made the suggestion. Well if that thought didn’t near drive him into a blind rage. “I’m not stopping you.” He stood up. It was definitely time to leave now.

Prince showed no interest in other girls. He practically became best friends with Nick to get any scoop he could which Nick would have gotten from Cassie because she couldn’t keep a secret. Nick was better at secret keeping but he swore blind he knew nothing about Luna. Days went by with Prince and Luna not speaking. Those days turned to a week and soon that week turned into two weeks. He hadn’t even seen her when he would hang out at Matt’s. He was hoping he would, secretly. Simply just seeing each other after a fight was normally their turning point to make up. Prince wanted to see her. He wanted to make up, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Opportunity presented itself when Nick asked Cassie one night if she thought Luna would collect her, since he smoked more than he intended. Prince was dead sober and offered to drop Cassie home. He could tell she didn’t want him to but Nick insisted it was a fine idea and far be it for Cassie to argue with him. The car ride was awkward because, well, Prince and Cassie weren’t friends. Neither of them even knew how to make small talk with each other so they didn’t. Cassie was the one to eventually break the silence. “I know this is just your excuse to see her. But if you’re not serious about her Prince, leave her alone. Why shouldn’t she see other people? She deserves someone who’s going to love her, because she’s amazing and she’s worth loving. She doesn’t deserve your crap.” Prince scoffed because Cassie just didn’t understand. They pulled onto the street of the girls place and Prince hadn’t spoken since Cassies little lecture. “Is she actually seeing someone?” He was that embarrassed about his question that it came out in a quiet tone that made it twice as embarrassing as asking in the first place. Cassie didn’t answer. Prince decided to take that as a no and as they pulled into the drive he also got out of the car, much to Cassies irritation.

“This is not my fault.” Cassie motioned towards Prince trailing behind her. He knew Luna was confused because Prince hadn’t yet showed his face to Luna, but as he strolled into the kitchen he watched her face go from confusion to irritation. He wondered if that meant they would argue. That would at least be more normal than the not speaking the last few weeks. He almost smiled when Luna demanded to know why he was here.

“Nick asked me to drop Cass off. Just making sure she gets in okay.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm, proven by Cassies scoff and her insistence that Prince wouldn’t care if she dropped dead. Princes eyes didn’t leave Lunas once though. He could barely even tell Cassie was still in the room nor did he notice her leaving. He just felt that suddenly him and Luna were alone. He did look around to confirm because he sometimes felt like they were alone even in a crowd of people. Prince made a bold move and walked over to Luna. She was leaning against the counter so he rested his hands on either side of it, practically wrapping around her from behind. For some reason, she let him when he pressed his lips to her neck. Her daze didn’t last very long when she pulled away from him and moved his hands so she could get out of his grasp. Prince didn’t need pushing, if she wanted away from him he wouldn’t stop her, and took two steps back. “This is so fucking stupid Luna. You’ve made your point.” He sighed. He should have saved his exasperation though because she began ranting and raving about their last fight and how she stood by what she said.

“What?” He snapped, annoyed now. “About seeing other people? Fuck that. I’m not going to go near anyone else.” He walked back over to her. They were now both annoyed at the other being annoyed, funnily enough. “I don’t want anyone else.” Bravely, he kissed her. When it felt like she was letting him, or more that she wanted him to, he placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer and the other under her jaw. He smirked and pulled his head back. “You really need to see other people to feel like this?” His lips went to her ear to whisper. “I know I don’t. It’s only you.” They kissed again, slower this time, softer. And because Prince is Prince, he dropped both his hands and despite being amused by the back and forth, he completely removed himself from her personal bubble. “Think about it.” And then he left.

“I’m sorry.”

Love was a funny old thing. One day Luna and Prince were just fuck buddies who hated each other and were so mortified about continuously going back to each other that they would leave as fast as possible. Now, they wanted to know every thing about each other and spend every waking moment of their free time together. “I don’t have a dating life.” Prince retorted when asked. “You’re the only person I’ve ever-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because he still found it difficult to admit he had feelings. She seemed to take him up wrong and thought he was talking about sex and considering she knew him for a while before they got together she knew that wasn’t true. He chuckled lowly when she said as much. “No you’re not the only girl I’ve shagged.” He confirmed with a smirk. “You’re basically the only one I’ve dated.” He hated that word, visibly cringing as he said it. Dated. It felt so American. He didn’t know how else to label it. He was in love with her, sure, but the boyfriend girlfriend thing wasn’t a regular conversation for them, more of a regular fight. So they limited themselves on bringing that up. Luna decided to dig deep with her curiosity asking about his first time. Prince chuckled again, because thinking about it felt so silly. “It was in her bedroom when her parents weren’t home and I’ve watched music videos that lasted longer. Happy now?” He groaned when she asked who the girl was. “Stacey.” He confirmed, when asked if she knew the girl. He was so embarrassed that he slept with her but also afraid of Lunas reaction. After that it was awkward for reasons Prince could barely understand.

The next day Prince texted her but got no response. He didn’t think much of it as he had a busy day anyway with work and schoolwork and driving Pandora from one place to the next. By the end of the day, she still hadn’t replied so he sent her a Snapchat. He struggled to fall asleep, constantly checking if she replied and if his phone had accidentally been turned on to do not disturb. She opened his messages and still no reply. He wracked his brain to try figure out why she was ignoring him but he couldn’t think of anything. That conversation about Stacey occurred to him but he couldn’t actually believe that was reason enough for her to go ghost. She’d told him the story of her losing her virginity too and he didn’t care. Why would she? It had to be something else. He just couldn’t think of what and no doubt it pissed him off that he had turned into this person checking his phone dying for a text back. A few days later at school Prince very dramatically threw himself down on the seat next to Luna at lunch. She didn’t even look at him, despite the weird glance he got from Valerie and Matt. He was going to make her look at him though. He glared at the pair sitting across from Luna as a kind of silent way of telling them to mind their own business, then he leaned in super close to Luna. “I’m not invisible. I know you can see me.” She finally looked at him and he nearly punched the air in triumph. A look. At least it was something. He was about to start questioning her when Nick decided this moment to have the worst timing ever when he and Cassie arrived with none other than Stacey. Nick sat down next to Prince, Cassie next to Luna and Stacey across from Prince, because of course. Princes body was already fully turned in the direction of Luna anyway so he didn’t even spare Stacey a glance even when she greeted him. He did spot Cassie looking between Luna, Prince and Stacey. He furrowed his eyebrows. Was Stacey really the reason Luna wasn’t speaking to him? Why would Cassie have given them all that look if Luna hadn’t spoken to her about it? He rolled his eyes and leaned in to her. “Is this why you’re fucking blanking me? Really?” He was whispering because nobody needed to hear them half-arguing. She’d gone back to not looking at him, probably because he got distracted by the others arriving. Definitely didn’t help his case that he looked up and away from Luna upon Stacey’s arrival but in his defence he didn’t know she was there before he looked, it had been Nicks voice that made him glance over. He grabbed a hold of her hand, a big deal when they were in school with all their friends considering he was normally very private about all of that. “This silent treatment is pissing me off. At least tell me what the fuck I did.” And what he did was sitting across from them and decided to interject herself, teasingly asking what the two of them were whispering about. “Fuck off Stacey.” Prince snapped. It was if she knew she was what they were fighting over and wanted to make it worse on purpose. Him interacting with her was apparently the last straw for Luna who got up and left. Prince sighed and rolled his eyes. “Trouble in paradise?” Stacey smirked and Prince didn’t even look at her. He caught up with Luna at her locker.

“I think I used the wrong words, when we talked last week.” Prince was mortified. “You’re not just the only girl I’ve ‘dated.’” He could see her attitude was about to get worse. “You’re the only person I’ve ever had feelings for. And you’re the only one I ever lied to about it being just sex. If we had this four years ago then there’d be no other girls at all in my past.” He placed his hand under her chin to make her look at him. “You ignoring me has made me feel like fucking shit, just so you know.” He cleared his throat and announced he was done sharing now. It was getting to be a bit much for him. He went to drop his hand but hers covered his so he kept it there, his thumb looping through one of her fingers. He kissed her. “I’m sorry.” She said as he pulled away and he shrugged, as if he hadn’t spent the last few days losing his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong this time. “We’re good.” He confirmed and kissed her again. Besides maybe Luna was right to ignore him, the universe should have punished him a long time ago for ever even getting into bed with the worst person he knows.

#I had to post this from my phone so idk how bad it looks sorry not sorry #hopefully I can edit it on my laptop #but anyway #these have been sitting in my drafts for so long I can’t stand to look at them anymore #the theme of this meme collective is Prince is annoyed Luna won’t talk to him #talk about obsessed #and he’s trying to say he’s NOT obsessed with her??!!#{ v ;; the princess and the moon.#beencaughts #memed

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vinora-nyghtshayde · 1 year

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List of anime, a majority of them dubbed, I've watched over the years

1 .Hack//Legend of the Twilight

2 .Hack//Roots

3 .Hack//Sign

4 A centaur's life

5 A lull in the sea

6 A Whisker Away

7 Accel World

8 Ah! My Goddess

9 Akame Ga Kill

10 Amnesia

11 Android Kikaider the animation

12 Angel Sanctuary

13 Angels of Death

14 Armitage III

15 Arrietty

16 Assassination Classroom

17 Attack on Titan

18 Attack on Titan Junior High

19 B: The Beginning

20 Baccano

21 Banner of the stars

22 Basilisk

23 Bastard

24 Battle B-Daman

25 Beastars

26 Betterman

27 Beyblade

28 Beyond the Boundary

29 Big Fish & Begonia

30 Black Blood Brothers

31 Black Butler

32 Black Clover

33 Black Lagoon

34 Bleach

35 Blood Blockade Battlefront

36 Blood+

37 Blue Exorcist

38 Blue Seed

39 BNA: Brand New Animal

40 Boogiepop Phantom

41 Boruto

42 Bungo Stray Dogs

43 Cardcaptor Sakura

44 Carole & Tuesday

45 Case Closed

46 Casshern Sins

47 Castlevania

48 Castle in the Sky

49 Cells at work

50 Ceres, Celestial Legend

51 Charlotte

52 Cheer Boys

53 Chobits

54 Chrono Crusade

55 Code Geass: Lelouch of the rebellion

56 Code Geass: Akito the exiled

57 Code: Realize

58 Code: Breaker

59 Coppelion

60 Cowboy Bebop

61 Crest of the stars

62 Cyborg 009

63 D.Gray-Man

64 D.N.Angel

65 Dance with Devils

66 Deadman Wonderland

67 Death Note

68 Diabolik Lovers

69 Digimon

70 Dr. Stone

71 Dragon Ball Z

72 Dragon Ball GT

73 Dramatical Murder

74 Durarara

75 Erased

76 Ergo Proxy

77 Fooly Cooly

78 Fafner

79 Fairy Tail

80 Fire Force

81 Fist of the North Star

82 Flint the Time Detective

83 Free

84 From the new world

85 From up on Poppy Hill

86 Fruits Basket

87 Fullmetal Alchemist

88 Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

89 Fushigi Yugi

90 Gad Guard

91 Gate Keepers

92 Gate Keepers 21

93 Ghost Hunt

94 Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex

95 Ginga Densetsu Weed

96 Ginga: Nagareboshi Gin

97 Gravitation

98 Gungrave

99 Gunslinger Girl

100 Gurren Lagann

101 Haikyu

102 Hakkenden: Eight Dogs of the East

103 Hakuoki

104 Hamtaro

105 Hell Girl

106 Hellsing

107 Hellsing Ultimate

108 Hetalia

109 Hitorijime My Hero

110 Howl's Moving Castle

111 Hyperdimension Neptunia

112 IGPX Immortal Grand Prix

113 Inuyasha

114 Isekai Quartet

115 Izetta: The Last Witch

116 Japan Sinks

117 Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

118 K

119 K-On

120 Kamigami no Asobi

121 Kamisama Kiss

122 Karas

123 Karneval

124 Kekkaishi

125 Kenichi The Mightiest Disciple

126 Kiki's Delivery Service

127 Kill La Kill

128 Kiss him, not me

129 Kiznaiver

130 Knight's & Magic

131 Konosuba

132 Kuroko's Basketball

133 Kyo Kara Maoh

134 Laughing Under the Clouds

135 Last Exile

136 Little Nemo

137 Little Witch Academia

138 Love Stage

139 Lupin III

140 Medabots

141 Megaman

142 Megaman NT Warrior

143 Mekakucity Actors

144 Mirage of Blaze

145 Mirai

146 Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

147 Mobile Fighter G Gundam

148 Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team

149 Mobile Suit Gundam 00

150 Mobile Suit Gundam Seed

151 Mobile Suit Gundam Seed Destiny

152 Mobile Suit Gundam Wing

153 Monster Rancher

154 Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit

155 My Hero Academia

156 My Neighbor Totoro

157 My Love Story

158 My roommate is a cat

159 Nanbaka

160 Naruto

161 Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

162 Nekopara

163 No. 6

164 Noein To your other self

165 Noragami

166 Noragami Aragoto

167 Oban Star-Racers

168 One Piece

169 One-Punch Man

170 Ouran High School Host Club

171 Outlaw Star

172 Paranoia Agent

173 Peacemaker Kurogane

174 Please Teacher

175 Please Twins

176 Pom Poko

177 Ponyo

178 Porco Rosso

179 Pretear

180 Prince of Stride Alternative

181 Princess Mononoke

182 Prison School

183 Promare

184 RaXephon

185 Re:Zero

186 R.O.D the TV

187 Ronin Warriors

188 Rosario + Vampire

189 Rurouni Kenshin

190 RWBY: Ice Queendom

191 Servamp

192 Sk♾️ The Infinity

193 Sailor Moon R

194 Sailor Moon

195 Saint Seiya

196 Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas

197 Saiyuki

198 Samurai 7

199 Samurai Champloo

200 Samurai Deeper Kyo

201 Sankarea

202 Say I Love You

203 s-CRY-ed

204 Sensitive Pornograph

205 Seraph of the End: Vampire Reign

206 Serial Experiments Lain

207 Servamp

208 Shaman King

209 Shinzo

210 Shonen Maid

211 Show By Rock

212 Silent Mobius

213 Sirius the Jaeger

214 Snow White with the Red Hair

215 Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

216 Soul Eater

217 Soul Eater Not

218 Spice and Wolf

219 Spirited Away

220 Stars Align

221 Sukisho

222 Sword Art Online

223 Tactics

224 Tales of Zestiria the X

225 Tenchi Muyo

226 Tenjou Tenge

227 The Ancient Magus's Bride

228 The Boy and the Beast

229 The Cat Returns

230 The Devil is a Part-Timer

231 The Morose Mononokean

232 The Prince of Tennis

233 The Promised Neverland

234 The Rising of the Shield Hero

235 The Royal Tutor

236 The Seven Deadly Sins

237 The Vision of Escaflowne

238 The Way of the Househusband

239 The Wind Rises

240 Tiger & Bunny

241 Tokko

242 Tokyo Ghoul

243 Toradora

244 Trigun

245 Trinity Blood

246 Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

247 Uta No Prince-sama

248 Vampire Hunter D

249 Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust

250 Vandread

251 Violet Evergarden

252 When Marnie Was There

253 Whisper of the Heart

254 Wise Man's Grandchild

255 Witchblade

256 Witch Hunter Robin

257 Wolf Children

258 Wolf's Rain

259 X

260 Yamada & the Seven Witches

261 Yami No Matsuei

262 Yashahime

263 Yona of the Dawn

264 Your Name

265 Your lie in April

266 Yu-Gi-Oh

267 Yu Yu Hakusho

268 Yuri!! On Ice

269 Zatch Bell

270 Zoids

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coffehbeans · 9 months

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G/t July Day 29: Element

Another piece for y'all featuring everyone's favorite tropes! Plus I wanted to explore these very, very old characters of mine, as well as writing a bit of a more extreme size difference. It was fun!

Enjoy! Pls consider leaving a reply or reblog because my heart soars with joy from them you guys have no idea <3 Anyways onto the story!

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When the Soarers glided through the sky, they brought forth the veil of the night, encasing the land with its glistening decorations. Such a wonderful sight it was, bright and sparkly, just like the teas made of moonlight that Eibhlin drinks. For many a year has the firefly fairy lived, and through her 5 centuries of life she looked up at many skies. Yet, this night felt different, as it marked one of many where she would not be at her cozy palace up in the trees. Instead, she laid on the earth, surrounded by tall grass and accompanied by her twin brother and other three companions.

What a weird bunch were they. On one side, there was Eibhlin and her brother Éibhear, both fairies of the light and royalty from the last decade, who looked tiny compared to most other living creatures, despite their powers vastly surpassing the expectations of their four-inch size. She glanced at her kin at her right, and he slept like a rock, not moving an inch and drooling from his mouth. She giggled. It’s good that her brother was resting, he lived so stressed out that he deserves a night of sleep.

‘Yet my mind grows restless, and my heart flutters, because-‘

To her left, was the human from Earth, Avery. The contrast of her appearance to Eibhlin was near comical, consisting of only a hoodie, a pair of jeans and a short type of boots that Avery calls “All Stars”, compared to the fairy’s silky white dress. Despite being transported to their world so suddenly, the human from Earth remained calm and marveled at each tiny detail that Eibhlin had taken for granted.

‘I can’t stop thinking about it, my heart keeps racing. Why am I feeling so…?’

The human girl adorned a red, glowing necklace, from within which the fairy could see the sleeping form of Rubens, tinier than her, dressed in attire that pertained to a prince, yet adorning bright crimson shackles on his wrists and ankles. The man would remain miniscule until he awakens, only then would his spirit leave the confines of his necklace prison and meet the others at his normal, human size.

Only one member of their unlikely group rested distant from them.

‘He stays far away from the four of us. Up there in the small hill, if I peer closely, I can see a Cumulos shape disguised as a cloud. He floats slightly above the hillside, mist evaporating from his grandiose form as he shifts in his sleep. Looking so imposing, and majestic, yet ever-so-distant and why, why is my heart beating faster?’

Eibhlin sighed. She could not lie to herself any longer. The reason she could not fall sleep was because of Nimbus.

She couldn’t remember when her feelings first happened. When it comes to passion and other matters of the heart, the fairy queen knows close to nothing of it. So many centuries she spent on war and dominion or ruling her land, that now that she finally resigned her position and embarked on a journey of her own, experiencing love along with so many other foreign feelings, she does not know how to handle them. Nimbus always laid a few yards away from her and her friends when he slept, despite him traveling along with the group. During the day, he shrinks for a little while and retains a human-sized shape, but night he allows himself to stretch to his full size and relax, floating like a cloud in a fair distance from them, as to not harm anyone under his sleep.

‘Even if his face is always neutral or sometimes sneering, he shows his affection for us through his actions’. Eibhlin pondered. Nimbus acted as a guardian for the traveling group, protecting them from dangerous foes, and she would do anything to just fly up to his face and thank him, if she could. If she could…

‘So why not do it right now?’ She saw the Cumulos disguised as a cloud morphing into its usual humanoid shape. He hovered over the hill and rested his head against his arms, looking up to the starry sky above. From Eibhlin’s disadvantageous angle, she could only see the back of his head as he was facing away from her.

‘I shall go to him. Fly right over his eye and wave. Perhaps we can finally share a few more words besides the brief thank-you’s I exchange when he’s human-sized. And perhaps we can finally know more about each other, share curiosities about the world, about tonight’s starry sky, or about living for so many years like we both have been through.’

She ceased her monologue and sprang up, flapping her wings until they buzzed, a pleasant hum to her ears. She flew away from her brother and friends, careful not to wake them up, and made her long flowy hair glow as bright as a firefly. She soared against the wind currents and took in a deep breath, all in her brave attempt at striking a conversation with Nimbus. A friend to her like the others, but who she least talked with. And yet, he was the one she most wanted to talk to.

And there was a reason for it, too. Being at four inches tall, compared to his stature of over a hundred feet, it seemed impossible for any sort of interaction to happen between them. She was still not sure If he would be able to hear her even if she shouted, and a single sigh from his mouth could send her flying away…

As she approached the giant cloud man, their size difference became more apparent, and doubts started creeping up into her mind. ‘He can’t see me at such a vast size’. She thought. ‘What if he does not see when I approach, and blows me away so strongly I end up in another country?!’ Shivers crawled up her spine and-

She laughed. ‘What a waste of thoughts.’ Those worries were of no use to her at that moment. However, just to be sure, Eibhlin glowed her hair just a little brighter, and made the buzz of her firefly wings sound a bit louder. Just in case he couldn’t see the tiny dot of light that was her. But he sure will, she’s sure of it.

Eibhlin flew up the hill, and her vision was encased by clouds. She glided up and up, caressing the white, cold surface with her hand, knowing all of it belonged to him, and yet he was not be able to feel her miniscule touch.

When she finally hovered over his resting form, she saw more details of the floating cloud giant. His skin was pale like the moon and soft, so soft she was scared that a breeze would dissolve it away, despite his body being solid and dissimilar from a real cloud. Curly, fluffy hair floated as if he was submerged in water, and its silver strands formed loops to appear like clouds of their own. A layer of thinner fog concealed his body like a tunic, which made him look like “a Greek man” as Avery had told Eibhlin once. His eyes closed and opened, revealing glassy irises as blue as the day sky, the pupils white like the stars above. The fairy let out a breath she did not realize she was holding. Looking at him, at his full size, she could see so many details she haven’t noticed before, like the blue dots that decorated his face like constellations. She felt heat rising in her cheeks, but decided to take a deep breath and focus on flying to one of his eyes, in order to see him and, maybe, exchange a few words.

It was then that it dawned on her like a rock sinking deep in her stomach: when the fairy reached his face, and looked at the eye that widened, she noticed she was barely the height of his iris. The appearance of Nimbus reduced to a single eye that covered her entire field of vision. The pale eyelids squinted and the pupil shrank, focusing on the minuscule light that appeared in front of it. Focusing on her.

“Is that…” He whispered, but his voice was as loud as thunder. No, much, much louder than that, for Eibhlin could not help but curl up and clutch her ears. Her eardrums ringed, those few whispered words throbbing through her every bone. It was simply so loud, she wanted to scream from the pain as the sound echoed through every molecule of her body.

“Wait, are you one of the fairy siblings?” He muttered, his voice as loud as before, and no amount of clasping her ears could stop the unbearable pain from pounding within her eardrums. But Eibhlin sucked in a breath and opened her eyes, fixating on the scrunched up blue eye right under her. It squinted even more as Nimbus attempted to differentiate which one of the sibling fairies it was, but to no avail. All he could see was a bright but small yellow light and the faint shape of insect wings. Nothing else.

“Y-yes. It’s, um, Eibhlin.” She said, projecting her voice. His brows furrowed. She could see almost every strand of his eyebrow, whose texture was like a cotton plant’s.

“Right. So, it’s the girl fairy. Um, Eilin? Could barely hear ya.”

Nimbus whispered even lower but, to no avail, Eibhlin’s ears already ringed and hurt against her skull. She gave up and accepted how his voice rocked inside her, letting her hands stop clutching her ears. In a strange manner, she liked how overwhelming Nimbus sounded to her. To Avery and Rubens, his size was awe-inspiring. But to a fairy like her and Éibhear, it was more than that, his presence looked like a landscape of its own, looming all-encompassing over them. The thrill of the danger his size naturally represented felt addicting. Delightful, even.

“Actually.” She shouted, feeling her throat dry. “It’s Eibhlin but, that does not matter.”

She glided towards his right ear and Nimbus widened his eyes, becoming as unmoving as a statue, no traces of the relaxed posture he had before she arrived there. Eibhlin flew next to his ear and leaned against it, lowering her shouting voice for a little.

“Funny as it may sound, I find myself unable to sleep.” She tittered. “What makes you stay awake at such a night?”

The ear moved up and down as Nimbus snorted in surprise.

“Is that the reason Your Majesty has reached out to me? Thought something serious had happened.”

Eibhlin chuckled, and Nimbus couldn’t help but tilt up the corners of his mouth in a smile. Her voice was so low, almost inaudible, and at that moment he couldn’t even see where she rested at his ear, so even if he wanted to laugh louder, he shouldn’t. Such fragile beings are the fairies, he’s sure that if he as well as shift his position she could be sent flying away, or worse, being crushed by him.

Nope. He shall not dare move.

“Perhaps the only serious reason I have for coming here is because I’m in dire need of company amidst my fit of insomnia. Also, please don’t call me Majesty. I’m not a queen for a long time.”

“Wait.” His head shifted, and Eibhlin flew away to give him more space. She floated until his eyes could see her as a shining dot, letting Nimbus relax and turn his head to his right safely. Eibhlin used this opportunity to fly closer to him and hover in front of his left eye. He continued from where he left off.

“I thought the Pallas were still in power.” He whispered, his eyes trying to contain the wonder at seeing someone so small.

“Well, for the past two centuries we used to be, but not anymore. I left for, how many years exactly? Nine? Ten years ago?”

“Wow. I mean, guess time flies fast.”

“You could say that.”

Eibhlin grinned at him. Although Nimbus’s expression remained neutral. He was never one to express much. Well, except when he’s scowling at whoever approached their traveling group with bad intentions, that is. Or when he used to play pranks to travelers who passed through the border, back when he used to guard it by the mountains. That last bit of his story left her thinking.

“You see, I’ve been thinking about it. Me and you, we’ve been at the same position for so many years, having lived as long as we have. And yet, only late in our lives we’ve entertained the idea of ‘traveling’. Isn’t it ironic?”

He smirked.

“Well, guess so. Either you travel around at least once in your life, or you spend centuries in boredom. Wouldn’t want that to happen to me again.”

Nimbus chuckled and huffed. Eibhlin was sent flying. She yelped, thrashing her wings as she spun in the air and Nimbus gasped in shock. No, not this disaster just when she managed to make him comfortable enough around her!

Her out of control movements were halted by a fuzzy surface that surrounded her and muffled the previously loud howls of the wind. For this moment, everything remained still, just the downy, cold texture of the single hand that held her in his grasp. ‘So that’s how it felt’, she thought, to be so small that only one hand was able to enclose all around her. In fact, Eibhlin had quite a lot of space in his hand. It was like she was inside a real cloud in the sky. If Eibhlin wanted to, she could even fly around for a bit.

The hand moved up and opened to reveal the massive blue and white eye staring wildly at the fairy. The iris twitched frantically as it focused on her, who to him looked like nothing more than a little dot of light, barely bigger than his fingertip.

“Crap! I’m so sorry!” He hushed. “I didn’t know I’d send you flying like this. Gosh.”

Eibhlin looked on at that alarmed eye, an alarmed face that was bigger than the palace she used to live in. She felt, amused. Giddy, even.

She laughed.

“That was an experience! I don’t mind you blowing me away!” She kept on giggling to herself.

Nimbus’s white cheeks changing into a violet color. A blush? He looked away from her.

“Still. Gosh, that was embarrassing.”

“It was fun, really!”

He brought his hand close to his eyes, so close that his hand rested over his nose. It was the only way Nimbus could be sure that even his sigh wouldn’t whisk the fairy away again. If he squinted enough, he could just make out the appearance of the queen that traveled with him and the others for so long. Flowy, wavy hair that looked so long, he’d not be surprised if it went beyond her knees. A pearly white skin, with upturned eyes that looked amused at him. A dainty body covered in a silky, knee-length white dress with a brown corset. Wow. She was a queen, and definitely looked the part. Nimbus was surprised that he couldn’t see so many of those details before, even when she flied so close to him. ‘It sucks that I can’t see fairies that well’, he thought to himself.

“You’re so tiny.” He breathed out. Eibhlin widened her eyes when she felt her heart hammering, a warm feeling spreading inside her chest. She looked down and smiled sadly.

“Yes. Perhaps it is kind of sad, that my stature makes you so worried about hurting me. And that because of me, we could barely talk to each other.”

She looked up and saw a different glance to Nimbus’ unchanging eyes. A sort of determined look. Serious but, focused.

“Nimbus?”

“Hold on, Your Majesty. Can you fly away from me for a bit?”

“Just Eibhlin will do. And yes, I can do that.”

She fluttered away from Nimbus, anticipating what he would do, but as well as fearing that he’d just send her away from him. She flew on her back until she saw his face entirely, happy that she could see more than just his eye. His expression changed to its usual relaxed self, and he closed his eyes.

The space of mist around her shifted and Eibhlin saw the clouds that formed Nimbus’s body swirling below her. They twirled as his limbs vanished and the fog retreated towards his face. His head disappeared at last, forming a bundle of clouds that shifted and, condensed? Until from it emerged a long, albeit much smaller, column of smog that slowly, but surely, morphed into the familiar humanoid shape of Nimbus again.

Although, this time, he appeared much smaller, the size of a human, to be precise. Eibhlin widened her eyes. He floated closer to her, approaching until his face was nearly touching her and, she could see the whole face easier now!

“Much better.” He smirked, proud of his transformation.

“That is amazing but…! You shouldn’t trouble yourself!”

“Nah, this was nothing. I do this all the time, remember?”

Nimbus laid down mid-air and rested his head on his arms, lying with his side turned to Eibhlin as he glanced at her with a soothing look on his face.

“I just wanted to take a closer look at you. No offense but, seeing you instead of just a speckle of light seems much better, in my opinion.”

She grinned at him, feeling warm and fuzzy at his interest in keeping a conversation with her. She sighed in contentment and flew above his head.

“So, now that this is better, what shall we converse tonight?”

“Just go with the flow. I don’t have anything in particular.”

He looked up at the starry sky above.

“But I must tell ya, Your Maj- Eibhlin, tonight does look very nice for a bit of stargazing.”

Eibhlin looked up, and a purple and pink nebula orbited over them, adorned with blue and white shining stars. The Soarers really outdid themselves with the night sky’s veil this time.

“I have to agree with you. Well then, if you don’t mind…”

She flew closer to him and he frowned at her in confusion, yet with a pleasant smile on his face. She landed on top of his chest and for a moment, Nimbus stared in astonishment. But he paid no mind to the sudden touch of the fairy. It felt nice. He paid no mind, as well, when she slowly laid on top of his chest, the light texture of her wings brushing against his sensitive skin. She felt warm against his touch, and the contact was a foreign, yet pleasant feeling for him. Nimbus smiled, feeling amused that the fairy felt so comfortable to lie on top of him like this.

“It’s getting quite late, and I’m afraid my wings have gotten quite tired. Guess I have no other choice than to rest for a bit.” She said jokingly.

Nimbus let out a hearty laugh, shaking Eibhlin on his chest, yet she smiled just as heartily.

She was so, so glad to hear that laugh.

“You know, I’ve never thought you had a playful side to you. Kinda enjoy it.”

“I’ve learned from the best.”

They giggled a bit, and continued to admire the beautiful night sky. Even as the hours went on, and Nimbus eventually slowly started to grow, Eibhlin did not mind. His chest started to expand constantly under her, and yet she enjoyed seeing how much more it extended over her field of vision. The soft surface of his skin underneath her became even more plush as it gained mass, and she felt herself sinking into the surface. It took little for them both to fall asleep, not realizing the moment they drifted into slumber.

Eibhlin’s dreams brimmed with delight and in that moment, her heart could not have been fuller. She had dared to venture forth, embarking on a journey with her eccentric band of friends. And now her bravery had rewarded her, for venturing into that fateful night and encountering with the one she longed to meet.

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Forever | A Kim Taehyung One Shot

His forever, her. Her forever, him. Each other's. No other way.

Tags/Warnings :- A proposal. That's it. An attempt at writing tooth rotting fluff😂. Way too short to even be considered a one shot but yeahh. This is just a small drabble I tried writing based on a small scenario I thought of when I saw a picture of our beloved Tae.🙂

Cross posted on Wattpad

Written by Author G

Word count :- 1.1k Words

Masterlist

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"I absolutely love this.." Y/n sighs, leaning her head against Taehyung's shoulder as she takes a moment to admire the peaceful grayish tint in the clouds, the rain pouring down with a pitter patter on the clean streets right outside their patio.

"And I love you" Taehyung retorts with a lovely smile, wrapping his right arm around her to pull her in for a side hug as a small blush paints her face before she whispers out a small 'me too babe'.

He stares down at her, adoring the way she shyly goes back to reading the novel in her hand, hands fidgeting with the pages, trying to distract herself from the butterflies by making a tiny dog ear with the page although she would definitely hate the crease it was bound to leave later.

There's a gust of cold wind that blows, making them shiver, the hammock they are seated in rocking side to side. Taehyung pulls Y/n closer, cuddling her as if to shield her from the cold rain as she takes his large hand in her smaller palm, squeezing it comfortably.

"Your hands are soo cold. How come you're not freezing your ass off right now?" Y/n asks indignantly with a laugh to which he simply shrugs, chuckling lightly.

"Ahh. I wish we could stay like this forever.." Y/n sighs out, a warm smile gracing her face.

"Mhmm" Taehyung agrees, thoughts wandering about, imagining a life with her, forever. He loved the idea. The thought had occurred to him many times over the last 3 years, but he had always pushed it away, scared that it would be too early for her, scared of rejection even though she had never given him a reason to doubt her.

However, right now, there weren't any of those silly insecurities that filled his heart, not enough room with all the love and care for her that occupies it instead.

Forever sounds beautiful..

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Dreamy. That's what Taehyung thinks the situation before him looks like. Seated opposite to him is Y/n, a perfectly frilled maroon summer dress adorning her, the beautiful locket he had gifted her on their 2nd year anniversary complementing the floral design on her dress elegantly, eyes sparkling bright with the reflection of the fairy lights hung in beautiful strings around the fancy diner they were at as she smiles at the waitress, letting her know that the dinner was delightful.

It was a wonder as to how merely watching her smile could make him feel like a teenage boy all over again. Palms sweaty, anxious chatter eating away at his mind as he goes over the small speech he prepared and rehearsed over a million times in front of the mirror, trying to perfect every single word and expression, wanting to be the man she would want to spend the rest of her life with.

Taehyung watches as she gets up to leave, only to see her stop once she notices him not moving from his seat. Sitting back with a frown, she speaks.

"Is everything alright Taehyung-ah?" Y/n asks once she notices his tense, nervous demeanor.

He is about to respond with a 'yes, don't worry' before getting up. However, he doesn't. Instead, he responds truthfully.

"I- I just have something to say"

"Ok.." Y/n voices out, nodding her head with a smile despite being anxious since his tone didn't give way to any hints as to what he wanted to speak about.

This was it. The moment where he would speak with confidence. Be her prince charming. The one and only.

But no. He is robbed off of his words when she looks into his eyes, waiting for him to speak. It was as if the short monologue he prepared never existed. Speechless.

That's when he realizes something mesmerizingly beautiful. He realizes how that beautiful smile of hers represents his happiness. How those beautiful eyes of hers leave him wordless. How she represents, no, is his world.

She doesn't deserve mere words that he had memorized from a piece of paper, even if he spent hours, days writing them! No. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it from the heart. Truthfully. No matter how 'un-princely' or 'imperfect' it might sound.

"There's no, uh, right way for me to tell you this"

"It's alright. Go on babe" Y/n smiles, though anxious, unsuspecting.

"There's no right way for me to tell you about this because there's too much for me to say." Taehyung smiles nervously as Y/n listens intently, still anxious

"I can go on and on about the million, tiny reasons that I've fallen for your eyes." He confesses truthfully, sure of his next words and moves as he sees her smile lovingly.

"I can go on and on about the million little reasons that I'm in love with your smile. In love with you" Y/n feels her eyes tear up once she understands where he's going with this. She knows what he is going to say next, and she knows what her answer will be.

Taehyung's hand reaches into the inner pocket of his dark blue coat, pulling out a small, black box. "But, there's only one way for me to say that I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/n" A tear trickles down Y/n's smiling face, and Taehyung wipes it away to which she giggles with a sniffle.

"So, Y/n" Taehyung finally breaks into a bright smile as he stands up from his seat and walks over to her, gently taking her hand in his. He opens the box to reveal a graceful silver ring, a small diamond delicately placed on it.

"Will you marry me?"

Y/n had always thought of marriage as a fragilely strong bond. If one was lucky and wise, it could bring immense joy, and peace to a person. To have their loved one willing to be there for them through every step in their life from that sacred moment, sharing both happiness, and suffering. What better person to spend life with, than the one who brought out the best in her? What better person to be with, than him?

"Yes!" She cries out with a smile and a nod of her head, tears of joy streaming down her face as she gets up from her chair to engulf Taehyung in a tight hug, who gladly scoops her into his arms, laughing.

"I love you so much.."

"Me too babe... Me too." Taehyung whispers back lovingly.

A roar of applause rings through the diner as he slips the ring on to her finger, a smile gracing his face once she hugs him again delightedly, uncaring of the audience they now had, too engrossed in the happiness she felt.

This was it. The forever that she had always wished for.

And it's beautiful..

#taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung #taetae #fluff #taehyungff #romance #proposal #taehyungfluff #taehyungromnce #taehyung romance #taehyung ff #taehyung fanfic #author g

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