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rawliverandgoronspice · 9 months

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Hey, just wanted to say I love reading your analysis and thank you for being a ‘pioneer’ in TOTK critique on tumblr haha. Lately I started seeing more criticism videos popping up on youtube that are solid, but your analysis is still much more detailed and presents original and valid points. You really helped me to define and put down into words some subconscious feelings that I had about the game. I feel really bad for you (but not in a pitying way) when I see blogs like ‘zeldadeservesabreak’ who come at your analysis skills and are just so unreasonably rude unprovoked (aside from being just factually incorrect at times).

My theory is that it’s their maturity. My theory is that this happens because there are younger fans of the series who seek to have a deeper analysis and discussion about the narrative and aim to sound like a worthy debate opponent who is certain about their position and due to beginners confidence and inexperience in debate come off way too strong. Another small point to add, it peaks my curiosity seeing such devotion to a corporation (Nintendo). I ‘technically’ know why and how it happens, but I’m still always surprised to see someone being so devoted to defending and speaking for Nintendo.

Just wanted to assure you that there are us who greatly appreciate you sharing your thoughts and STILL engaging with questionable Asks after this. I wait for each post or reblog with anticipation and will share your blog with my friends as soon as they finish TOTK as they were really intrigued by the imperialist Rauru depiction. On the other hand, please don’t feel pressured to continue posting if it all gets too much at any point! Thank you for reading all of this if you did! Sorry for any mistakes and poor vocabulary, English is not my native language.

Hello!

Thank you so, so very much for this very kind ask. <3 And I'm sorry it took me a little long to get around to it, I am sick and my brain is not very cooperative. :(

I am really glad to know that there are more conversations happening outside of this little sphere. I scoured for these criticisms on Youtube in the first month and then pretty much gave up when they weren't coming up. I'm glad the conversation is widening, and I hope it keeps on happening over the years --not to hurt the game or its community, but just to encourage critical thought for one, and also just so Nintendo does a little better next time.

It might be maturity, but I am not... How do I put it. I don't think it is so much a question of age or even life experience than it being a question of, well, willingness to see yourself get destabilized a little bit. To me, a lot of the hostility that I've seen directed at these kind of theories are often extremely dismissive of the place they come from; they assume either overzealousness ( = you are seeing problems where there are none for ??? profit??? or just to pretend that you are morally purer than everybody else, which is a statement that never once looked like projection), confusion ( = don't you see the game tells you that this is good and this is bad ?), or bad faith ( = you are here to stir trouble for no reason, you are a troll). Very rarely do they actually engage with the arguments, but rather with the aesthetic quality of it; the way it rings to their ear, the way it is presented, and the intent they assume that led to these arguments being made in the first place. The best counter-arguments I have heard thus far who actually take what is being said into account can either be boiled down to: "I see your point, but it just doesn't bother me that much because of X, Y and Z who really touched me emotionally and I got invested in that (which is great and super valid in my opinion)", or: "I think Nintendo just didn't think about the effect of this decision and the way it weakened what they wanted to do, but I think the overall story of what they wanted to say overrules the way they achieved it, and I prefer focusing on the first rather than the latter (which is also completely legitimate)". I have not, so far, seen a better rebuttal than: it does not bother me personally for X or Y reason, but I am not denying that these might be problems to somebody else.

But yeah. It is the childhood, it is the safe space, it is good and uncomplicated, and so anything that hurts that wonderful piece of innocence that remains must be there with bad intentions. I assume this plays a huge role in the Nintendo Protection Squad, even when the criticism is honestly pretty mild all things considered.

(Also, if I may and as I close this subject: I think this is pretty interesting how it's only unreasonable to ask for a stronger narrative. If the combat had been subpar in TotK, I would not have cared that much personally honestly, but I'm pretty sure a *lot* of people would have complained and been extremely pissed at that, and this would have been an acceptable complaint to have --like the lack of dungeons was an acceptable complaint to wage against BotW. I don't think a great combat system with a lot of variation in approach is particularly more "the spirit of Zelda" than a simple, solid and well constructed story, but a lot of BotW players would probably disagree. Which is fine, the series is evolving, new standards are introduced! But why is this one the only standard that seems to be a reach too far, an unrealistic demand, something that *should* stay a non-priority even though it once clearly was one? Gamers and their approach to storytelling will forever perplex me honestly, which sucks given it's my job but whatever, you make your own hell etc)

But yeah. To be honest, I think a lot of people who don't really understand the "imperialist argument" do not lack for media literacy or analysis or maturity (I kind of am super tired of people throwing the "you have no media literacy!" at each other while never defining what they mean by that or never actually discussing what they actually disagree about), but maybe they do lack a little bit of political culture; especially culture about political communication. Which makes sense not to have or focus on a lot when you play a Zelda game, so. It's fine. vOv

It also does not escape my notice how a lot of the reticence to accept criticism gets the most virulent around the portrayal of power dynamics and race; even though I don't think any progressive fandom faced with a story that could be boiled down to "the good kingdom of the blonde, petite, blue-eyed heroes is invaded by a huge evil man from the desert with very racialized features who forcefully rules his all-women warriors in harem garbs" should bat an eye when some people say this sort of premice makes them uncomfortable and so should be handled very carefully, especially given the global rise of fascism, anti-immigration, and deadly islamophobia everywhere right now. It boggles my mind that this is even considered a controversial statement.

Like, discussing the shade and depth of Rauru's goatman *fur* as a way to counter the criticism that what birthed the character of Ganondorf is 5 racist tropes in a trenchcoat and should be navigated with more care than this is 2023 is so... deeply unserious to me. You know, sometimes things are a little iffy and can be acknowledged as such and then you can still like the Thing and it's fine, you don't even have to engage with the parts that make you uncomfortable, it's fine it's fineee.

But no need to worry about the effect of these kind of interactions on me, though it is very sweet to do so! <3 Let's say I'm not going to bed every night worrying about my critical thinking skills, my media literacy, or wondering whether or not I understand interactive narration haha

I am a little tired of talking about TotK in general tho, to be fully honest. I feel like I've kind of scraped the bottom of my takes, and I don't have a lot more to add --so the asks will probably slow down just by virtue of not repeating myself eternally, and wanting to extract myself from some of the discourse happening (also I just don't care enough about the game to put this much energy into it, it was never really meant to happen I just started receiving tons asks for some reason??? (thank you all!! it was really an Experience!!!! but thank you!!!) and then I replied to them, and then that got me more asks, etc etc, but yeah I never planned to talk about TotK that much haha)

But thank you so very very much again!

#asks #totk critical #ganondorf #zelda fandom critical #when will my brain return from the imprisoning war...#thank you for the ask!!!!#it was truly really really nice #kind of went off in a million directions like usual haha #and I did......... vaguepost. at some point #but also. what.#also don't worry English also isn't my native language <3

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broadway-dave · 1 year

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so that was fun

except for the part where @broadway-terezi talked over me i wasnt even done

really didnt like that

anyway it was a sad day when he jumped up to that ring

good thing dsprite came in clutch though

lyrics under the cut

[VERSE 1]

Oh Egbert, oh Egbert, oh Egbert, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

You're scaring us and all of us, some of us love you

Oh Egbert, it's not much but there's proof

You crazy-assed heir of breath, remember your virtue

Redemption lies plainly in truth

Just humor us, oh Egbert, oh Egbert, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

[INTERLUDE 1]

[You know I'm from the future, Egbert, you've got to listen to me. I know vaguely what she's telling you might seem like a good idea at first but you gotta stop and actually think about it man. Like a shortcut? Really? She's toying with you.]

[VERSE 2]

Oh Egbert, oh Egbert, oh Egbert, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken

Remember the pact of our youth

Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping

Since there is no us without you

Soldier on, oh Egbert, oh Egbert, come down

Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?

[PRE-CHORUS 1]

Loathe the way the game took our homes

But love the sweet shit we've been making

Hurt and grieve but don't suffer alone

Engage with the game and awaken

[CHORUS 1]

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to trust

How you will heal and you'll rise above

[INTERLUDE 2]

[Well, not literally. Seriously, put that thing down. Would you do this in your ghostbusters MMO? If you try to go through with this crazy ass plan the whole timeline will be doo- ]

Oh Egbert, oh Egbert, oh Egbert, fly now

You are absent of cause or excuse

So self-indulgent and self-referential

No Alternian would stay there like you

You crave all the power yet hate all the waiting

So listen, you’ll save your whole crew

I’m not trolling, oh Egbert, so go with it now

It's a pointless resistance for you

[INTERLUDE 3]

[If you just listen to me, you know that I'm speaking logically. Jumping ahead can get you so much loot and power up your whole team! All those rare grist types that'll be there too, you can alchemize some wicked shit. Hear me out here!]

[VERSE 3]

Oh Egbert, oh Egbert, just put down the rocket

Don't listen to what you've been told

It's chaos, confusion and wholly unworthy

Of feeding and it's wholly untrue

You may think its worth it or a chance worth the taking

It's all just bullshitting and gloom

And there will not be meaning, I've been there and seen it,

Do not waste yourself on this roof

[PRE-CHORUS 2]

Hear those bells ring deep in the soul

Chiming away for a moment

Feel your breath course frankly below

And see life as a worthy opponent

[CHORUS 2]

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to trust

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

[INTERLUDE 4]

[Egbert, she’s sending you to your death. And if you die, so does Jade. Don't take the risk.]

[BRIDGE]

You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers (it's not worth it, oh Egbert)

To just win the game or shiny grist colors (don't listen, oh Egbert)

But be real and just jump, you dense motherfucker (you're worth more, oh Egbert)

You will not be more than a rat in the gutter (so much more than a rat)

You want my opinion, my opinion you've got (no one asked your opinion)

You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts (no one asked for your thoughts)

Be done with this now and jump off the roof (be done with this now and get off the roof)

Can you hear me, oh Egbert? I'm talking to you

I'm talking to you

Oh Egbert, come down

[INTERLUDE 5]

[I know you're still considering it, but I promise it ain't worth it. This ain't just about the game, we’re best bros. I think Jade would miss you too, but Rose definitely did. So please, man, just listen to me and not that troll. ]

[VERSE 4]

Throw yourself into the unknown

With pace and a fury defiant

Clothe yourself in beauty untold

And see life as a means to a triumph

[CHORUS 3/OUTRO]

Today, of all days, see

How the most dangerous thing is to trust

How you will heal and you'll rise above

Crowned by an overture bold and beyond

Ah, it's more courageous to overcome

#broadway dave #dave strider #broadway terezi #terezi pyrope #homestuck #Broadwaystuck #Broadway Homestuck #music

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andiboyo · 3 years

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Shattered

This isn't really an thranduil x reader but it is a drabble for a request

"My lord! The white gems in the mountains had been discovered in mirkwood!" Calls an elf.

Thranduil's eyes light up, looking at the callings. This was impossible, Thorin had destroyed all of them before his eyes when he was still corrupted by gold and greed.

"Show them to me." He calls.

The elf looks hesitant. "That Is the problem My lord, it requires your attention immediately."

Confused, yet worried, the elf lord stands, and follows. The empty halls echoing to the sound of footsteps. Thranduil is lead to the healing room, where all injured and sick will be taken to.

"Why are you taking me on a wild troll chase? I do not have all day." Thranduil scoffs.

"This is not a waste, my lord, this was a surprise to us as we found them in the woods."

Taken aback by the elf words, Thranduil takes the lead and goes inside the room. His dark demeanor had changed quite quickly once he saw the gems he had been looking for. It was broken into pieces of a silhouette, with shattered arms and legs. The torso and head was intact, a silent face with beaded hair of the same gems.

"How is this possible?" The lord questioned.

"We don't now, but our best answer is to put them back together and see if they awaken, we do not hear a pulse, nor know if life awakens this gem, but we will try." The elf explains.

Nodding hesitantly, Thranduil steps closer to the figure looking at their glowing attire and defined features. It was something he had never seen before, through dragons and trolls, he had never encountered something so odd. So beautiful.

"My lord, though you know now. I suspect you have work to attend to. Am I wrong? It is not my place to say, but they should be left alone until further notice if they're alive or not." The elf explains.

"You're right, it's not your place, but I do have work to attend to, clean the halls for your wasteful attitude." Thranduil motions his hand up.

The elf bows, in understanding. "Yes my lord, I am sorry that I spoke too boldly."

Time skip because sadly I am lazy -

Piecing together the fragile figure, the elves worked their hardest to piece them together until finally, they had a form. Slowly but surely the figure glows, in a bright light and the light admits back into it. And then, they awaken. All the elves gasp, and look at each other in disbelief.

"Where….Where am I?" They ask

"You're in Mirkwood, please stay where you are and try to get more rest." An elf explains.

Nodding they close their eyes, a million questions rushing through their head.

The elf rushes through the halls, and to the meeting room where Thranduil sits.

"My lord, it's the gem, it's a person."

"What do you mean?" His eyebrow raises.

"They are alive."

Taken aback, Thranduil stands and pushes past the elf, to head to the healing room.

The figure had fallen asleep yet again, tired, exhausted in its place. As Thranduil opens the door, he looks upon the newly breathing body.

"How is this possible?" He wonders aloud.

Looking upon the glowing features of their face, he wonders, and wonders some more. How does one become a gem? How does one become something so extraordinarily rare.

…… the end

#thranduil x you #thranduil x y/n #thranduil x reader #thranduil #thranduil fic

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not-the-teen-witch · 4 years

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Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader

Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.

Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood.

I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.

Daddy Issues

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.

You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself.

You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”

“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off.

You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too

It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.

“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.

He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”

He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space.

“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”

He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two.

You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”

“Dad,” you groan.

He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.”

About that..... “Dad, no.”

“Pardon?”

“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”

“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.”

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time

You look down.

“Y/N.” You look back at your father.

His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.”

“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train.

He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead.

You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you

You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them.

There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter.

“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say.

The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.”

“Would it be alright if I sat here?”

“Sure, take a seat.”

I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues

You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead.

You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.

Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.

“GRYFFINDOR”

“RAVENCLAW”

“HUFFLEPUFF”

The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one.

Your twin gets called.

Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-

“SLYTHERIN”

Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical.

“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry.

“Y/N Malfoy”

Oh dear. Your turn.

“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.

You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.

You ignore them both and step forward.

“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.

No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me.

“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-”

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.

The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.”

You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.

You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”

“I sure do, George.”

“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe.

Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.

I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?

“First years! Follow me!”

You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”

“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.

“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”

“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.

“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says.

“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”

That sits off a rage off anger in you.

“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that.

“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?”

The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”

“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.”

I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing.

You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.

Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet.

You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them.

“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction.

“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.

“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food.

Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?”

“You could say that.” You groan.

You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.

You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package.

The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.

“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.

The twins glace at you.

“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.

The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.

In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written.

“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.

“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?”

“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.

“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter.

“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”

Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.”

The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter.

“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.

You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking.

“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts.

Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad.

No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

#lucius malfoy x daughter!reader #lucius malfoy x reader #harry potter #lucius malfoy #malfoy #malfoy x reader #lucius malfoy x you #x daughter!reader

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insanelydeadlybookcollector · 2 years

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the is a 2-part question...or kind of the same question twice. when do you think chandler knew he was going to ask monica to move in with in in s5, and when do you think he knew he going to propose in s6? i really like hearing your thoughtful opinions (altho i don't always agree!). ps- trolling on fanfic says more about them than about your writing x

Nice to hear from you!

1. Chandler knowing he's going to move in? That's a difficult one. There doesn't seem to be much foreshadowing in earlier episodes about it. Not much.

I think he's very clearly thinking about it in the first episode of season six, it doesn't just come out of that question as a spur of the moment thing. He hasn't unpacked his bags in the three days he's been back. Why? Because he's thinking maybe he could unpack over there at Monica's place.

But other than that (really quite obvious implication that he wants to move in) we don't see Chandler in his apartment much in the back half of season five. He's in there with Monica in TOW The Cop, and they spend the whole day in his apartment. But after that, he's rarely in there. And when he is, it's talking to Ross while he changes for his date and to talk to Joey, and playing the ball game, but again, that's more about visiting Joey than living in the apartment. All his meals, most of his conversations, happen at the kitchen table in apartment 20, giving the impression he's already not really needing apartment 19 anymore. This comes into jarring clarity when he starts moving out of apartment 19 at the start of season six because he hasn't spent much time in there recently and it's almost nostalgic to see him in there.

2. When did Chandler know he was going to propose? This one's a little harder because the season five finale has him genuinely ask her to marry him and season six is full of Chandler referencing that they will be married one day, 605, 612, 614. And while I do think those are more vague, when we're married at some point in the distant but still hazy and unspecific future, I do think he's serious. Monica seems to think he's serious too (hence her surprise and ultimate confusion when he changes his tune).

I do, however, think he's thinking about it before Monica puts her name down for the venue - whether Phoebe knew as well seems more convoluted but still viable. Because that freak out is definitely for the audience's benefit - it's been three seasons since Chandler's had a genuine "freakout" with the shaking shoulders and hands in that way he does about a relationship and season six had a drop in ratings, and it's always quite obvious when the show tries to harken back to its roots through character behaviour and this is one of those times - it's for our nostalgia and so the big reveal at the end is as wonderful as it is.

Realistically, it's probably only recently, just before the moment they both look at the perfect venue, while Chandler is a much better secret keeper than he lets on, I don't think he could feasibly sit on something this big from the middle of the season without telling Joey or getting Ross' opinion.

There is a moment in The One With Elizabeth's Dad where Chandler and Joey are talking and Chandler laments that Monica is way out of his league - as though he's starting to think about it then very seriously, he doesn't want to ever have this conversation where Joey offers Monica to another man and he knows just how to make it happen.

In The One With Mac and C.H.E.E.S.E Chandler and Monica go to (another) dinner with her parents. We never see it happen, this time or any other time, but there has clearly been a few of these since they revealed their relationship to her parents. (Because if it was the first time they were having dinner with the parents, Monica would be far more stressed about being dressed up and on best behaviour. I like to imagine Chandler asked the Gellers - maybe not for permission, but for their blessing. Jack clearly adores Chandler every time they interact and I think there's a bit of respect there too, not like this is my other son now, the athletic one I never had, but in a "a good man" way. A good man for my baby girl.

And in The One With Joey's Fridge, Monica asks Chandler if they talk about their relationship enough - clearly, they do, or else there would be surprise or shock or more discussion when Chandler says things like "we'll have two babies" and "when we get married" and "it's a four." He gets out of that conversation very quickly, and its for hilarious purposes and also because they do and they don't need to talk more, or in front of the camera, but also, maybe, because he's worried she'll figure it out. He won't be able to lie or keep up the facade of not knowing he's already going to propose. To me, this suggests he's already thinking about it, got it all planned out, he just needs to find a ring and make sure she doesn't suspect anything.

But, of course, he could be thinking about it seriously in those obvious moments in 523, 524, 601, 612 and 614. Or any of those quieter moments within the season. Like when they take care of the triplets or he takes care of her with a cold or she puts his hamper in their bedroom and let's him have her side of the bed.

P.S I'd love to know where we disagree. I love having discussions.

#friends #mondler #season six #season five

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sortaotaku · 3 years

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Happy New Years! 🎉

Ikevam New Year’s Set Stories

2021 Super Awesome Set

I wanted to share because I understand the paywall is probably too much for a lot of people. It’s a pretty informal overview of the stories though~

Boys Talk - Team Abnormal

Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean

Setting: Thermae

Le Comte asks why Shakespeare is looking gloomier than normal. Shakespeare says he feels a bit weird about a sarcastic comment Arthur made about the three of them (Shakespeare, Le Comte, Jean) being abnormal.

Le Comte: I guess he means we’re deviants. Idk where he got that from.

He comments that Shakespeare likes to tease people and wonders what to do with him.

Jean: You two are most definitely deviants

Them: Wha?

Le Comte calls his comment unnecessarily cruel. Shakespeare defends himself and says unlike Le Comte he’s a gentleman

Le Comte is like LOL I feel like you added an insult in there

Jean: It’s best you hear the truth bc you’re in denial. You’ve been buying <your name here/MC> dresses a lot. Are you sure it’s not just bc you like dressing her up?

Le Comte: What else am I supposed to do? She looks ravishing in everything. I’m not doing anything except sitting and watching in the dressing room.

Shakespeare: A grown man enjoying dressing up a girl like a doll sounds pretty deviant to me

Jean: Yep. He’s the most deviant one.

Le Comte: Judging from the content of your plays I think you’re worse than me.

Shakespeare: My writing isn’t necessarily representative of my desires

Jean comments about how Shakespeare has been inviting MC over to his villa a lot.

Le Comte comments that he quite likes Jeans fixation on MC and Jean tells him to shuddup.

Shakespeare also says he isn’t doing anything weird. He says he blindfolded and cuffed her for research purposes.

Jean: Hold on, I’ll come back with my sword.

Le Comte: Don’t run around the mansion naked and angry. Return to the water now.

Shakespeare states that Jean is upset by trivial matters. Basically “tough luck, that’s life”

Le Comte: Yeah, be more open-minded

Jean: I must destroy the world then

Shakespeare asks if he had any weird encounters and Le Comte says he’s basically been a recluse

Jean admits to giving MC a boost on his shoulders, but... He was shocked because her thighs were pressed against his cheeks and they were soft.

Shakespeare: How are you insult us when you had her pressing her thighs against your face? You’re the worst deviant one.

Le Comte is basically like LOL and Jean is kinda baffled.

End

Boys Talk - Battle Against Desires

Theo, Napoleon, Mozart

Setting: Thermae

Mozart calls the two of them sighing in sync annoying

They do it again and state they’re tired

Mozart comments that this is rare considering how adept they are at dealing with the more eccentric residents

They’re both like “That’s it!”

Napoleon is like that’s what everyone says. Everyone thinks I’m sensible

Theo: Yeah, I thought common sense is something everyone should have. We just look overly sensible because everyone lacks it.

Napoleon is like how about we just toss that (sense) out, I’m sick of it.

Theo: Yeah, I’m going to do whatever I want

Mozart: Hold on, if you do that you’ll lose sight of yourselves.

Mozart (Internally): They say it’s the most dangerous when people go off the rails. These two keep order. I must stop them.

Mozart adds that everyone didn’t start out selfish. He asks if they’re sure if something else isn’t making them this way.

Napoleon says its a problem that MC sees them as so sensible.

Mozart is like: 🤨 Why?

Napoleon says that everything is wrong. She lies around in the common area asleep and apparently sleep undresses. (Half way, that is)

Mozart: Yea sounds about right... Wait what? Don’t tell me you...

Napoleon: Obviously I buttoned her up and tucker her in so she wouldn’t catch a cold.

Mozart: Are you her mom?

Theo: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon: Theo~ 🥰

Mozart: Can you guys not hug in the bath? Anyways what about Theo?

Theo: I went in for a bath and MC was in there stark naked bc she mixed up the time.

Mozart: Yea, she’s ditzy sometimes. Don’t tell me you...

Theo: Obviously I simultaneously tossed her my own towel and quickly turned around.

Mozart: Are you her dad?

Napoleon: I get that! I would do that too.

Napoleon~ ❤️❤️❤️

Mozart: Stahp hugging in the bath... So you’re saying you don’t feel free to express your desires bc you’re seen as too sensible?

Them: Yea

Mozart: That’s easy to fix. Just act on your desires. It’s important to be true to your feelings. I just do what I want.

Napoleon: Easier said than done. Women find it even more frightening when a “safe” man comes onto them more than normal men. They feel violation AND disappointment because of the breaking of expectations.

Theo: And you’ll lose trust that you cannot recover.

Mozart: That sounds oddly convincing from you two.

They sigh heavily again. Mozart smiles a bit and comments that he must warn MC to be careful from now on and encourages them to cheer up.

End

Boys Talk - Imagination Station

Dazai, Arthur, Isaac

Setting: Thermae

Dazai talks about how great a bath after a good drink is. Arthur agrees and asks Isaac what he thinks. (Note: Don’t go into a huge hot bath while drunk)

Isaac: STAHP TOUCHING ME YOU TWO! Why did you guys insist we bathe together?

Dazai: It’s a good way to get to know each other.

Arthur: Yep, we know each other well but there are no limits on luvbbb ❤️

Isaac: If this is your love I have some doubts...

Arthur + Dazai: Lalalala~~~ 🎶

Arthur: Isn’t it funny how alcohol loosens inhibitions? I’d love to get naughty with MC

Isaac: Don’t you dare touch her!

Dazai: I find it questionable too.

Isaac: Dazai?

Dazai: Women get uncomfortable with sudden moves. You haveta do “that”

Isaac: huh?

Them: I-mAg-I-nA-tIoN!

Isaac: 🤨huh???

Arthur: Lemme explain. We’re writers. We think up scenarios for a living.

Isaac: ?

Arthur: GOSH. We can do anything we want. In our minds. In vivid detail.

Dazai: Ai-kun is confused still, we must invite him into our minds

Arthur: Good idea! Naughty story time!

Isaac: Hold on—

Arthur and Dazai cook up an Isaac x MC smut headcanon in which Dazai still calls her “Toshiko”

Isaac didn’t even notice at first and commented that it makes sense Mc was drowsy because she’s a hard worker. He gets embarrassed when he figures out and the other two are like LOLLL 😂😂😂, we love your reactions!

Isaac: You’re saying you spend your days thinking about lewd stories of MC?

Them: No.

Arthur: We could imagine but the real thing is a whole different thing.

Dazai: The real thing trumps fantasy.

Isaac: So you were trolling me?

Them: Yes.

Isaac: You’re the worst!

Them: Rofl

End

Boys Talk - A Steamy Nighttime

Leonardo, Vincent, Sebastian

Setting: Thermae

Leonardo: A bath sure is nice!

The other two: ...

Leonardo: Why so quiet?

Vincent: I don’t think MC registers me and Sebastian as men. (Correct. You are indeed an angel and not a mortal man)

Leonardo: Why?

Vincent recalls how he was sunbathing with MC and she commented how he was comforting like a little brother

Leonardo: Pride must’ve been hurt by that. Sebas?

Sebastian: Similar. She said I was like her dad.

Leonardo: Dad-zoned, huh (*This isn’t my own abridging of the story, he actually said that) It’s not as bad as you think. Its proof MC is comfortable, that’s important.

Vincent and Sebastian says that : They want to be seen and treated as reliable men

Leonardo (internally): I’m pretty sure she sees them as men though. If I’m too serious about this, they’ll try too hard. The best thing is to make them laugh

Leonardo: You must get comfortable around women. If you get too self conscious things get weird right?

Sebastian: I see. How?

Leonardo: Prof Leonardo shall teach you. This is classified so don’t share

Them: We Promise.

Leonardo: Did you know a women’s breast is as soft as the inside of their arms. Start there with the inner arm

Vincent: Brilliant. What do we say after

Sebastian: Practice on me master Vincent

Vincent: Your arm is hard

Sebastian: I’m actually swole. (He says quite muscular)

Leonardo: You weren’t supposed to take this seriously

Vincent: Will you give more tips? I wanna get closer to MC

Sebastian: Please teach us professor Leonardo

Leonardo (internally): I didn’t expect this... They’re so pure. I can’t let them down.

Leonardo: When someone licks their lips it means they want you to kiss them, so watch out.

Vincent: You’re a genius! Arthur does that all the time! But I won’t do that since it will startle MC if I suddenly kiss her.

Sebastian: Start with the forehead/cheek

Vincent: Anything else?

Leonardo: Playing with hair = Wants affection

Sebastian: Isaac does that a lot, but he DOES crave affection. I gotta watch out for that.

Leonardo: Listen. I didn’t expect this...

Them: Teach us more!

Leonardo: 😓

End

A/N

Sorry it’s late. Distracted my Animal Crossing. You can find 2020’s set in my previous post or under the “2020 New Years Set” tag.

#cybird #ikemen vampire #ikevam #2021 new years set

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rosemaidenvixen · 3 years

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A Secret’s Worth

Chapter 16: Walter

Ao3

Over the years Strickler had lost track of how many times another changeling had made a joke about how it must rankle him to teach history that he knew was false from firsthand experience.

But what most other changelings didn’t realize was that between ineffective funding and highly biased textbooks he’d be teaching falsehoods one way or another.

The truly ironic thing about being a changeling educator was being forced to leave out key events responsible for shaping the modern world as they knew it that no human was aware even occurred.

“Can anyone tell me who the final king of Camelot was?”

The predictable grouping of hands went up; Claire Nuñez, Seamus Johnson, Darci Scott, Eli Pepperjack. He had no doubt that they all knew the correct answer, maybe it was time to check that one of his less alert students was still mentally present in some capacity.

“Ms. Longhannon?”

The girl in question jerked her gaze away from the window “Wha?”

A chorus of snickers came up from around her. Shannon flushed.

“We were discussing the final ruler of Camelot, Ms. Longhannon,”

“Oh….that was King Arthur…..right?”

He smiled “Correct,”

Pressing a button on the remote in his palm, Strickler switched the view on the projector to a timeline extending from the years 400 to 1200 “The Pendragon Empire, founded by Uther Pendragon in the fifth century, lasted until the early twelfth century, ending during the upheaval surrounding the death of his descendent, Arthur Pendragon. A large part of the chaos after Arthur’s death was due to the fact that Arthur left no immediate heirs apparent. That combined with crumbling infrastructure and opportunistic invasions from neighboring nations is what led to the fracturing of the empire,”

Strickler paused as the soft scratching of pencils on paper filled the room.

Neighboring nations, what drivel, it was enough to make any self respecting changeling want to laugh and vomit at the same time.

Granted, Strickler himself hadn’t been present for Camelot’s true downfall. He’d been a young changeling back then, trying to sell a remote clan of Slavic trolls on the benefits of an alliance with the Gumm Gumms.

He hadn’t succeeded. But in the end it turned out rather moot.

No, that was putting it far too mildly. It had taken over a century for the Janus Order to recover from the chaos; setting their goals back by nearly a millennium.

Arthur might have lost the battle against his kingdom falling, but the victory he’d gained in the war was exponentially greater.

He’d prevented the extinction of the entire human race.

Strickler shut his eyes and pulled in a deep breath to ground himself back in the present as the last few students finished taking their notes.

No.

Not prevented. Delayed.

“Your final project will be done in groups, each group will be assigned a single century during the Pendragon empire and will put together a presentation summarizing the events and the impact of your assigned century. This presentation should last twenty minutes and we will be doing them in class at the end of the month,”

The entire room broke out into groans.

Strickler chuckled good naturedly “Consider it a small price to pay for not having any work over spring break, now I want you all to break into your groups, three to five people each, and have one member select your century, and enough rubrics for all of you,” he gestured towards the small slips of papers on his desk sitting next to a fat stack of rubrics “The rest of the hour will be in class work time, so I suggest you get started,”

There was a shuffle of desks and sneakers as the students settled into their groups, a handful darting up and snatching their centuries and rubrics under Strickler’s keen eye. Had to make sure everyone settled into proper groups and keep track of who was working on what century after all. He waited until things had nearly settled down before speaking up again.

“Jim Lake,”

The boy in question started in his seat, both him and his groupmates turning and looking at Strickler inquisitively.

“Yeah?”

“Do you mind stepping outside with me for a moment?”

Based on his expression Jim certainly minded quite a bit, a gauntness present in his features that hadn’t been there a month ago, but he stood from his chair all the same “Ok….sure,”

Strickler ignored the course of oohs that filled the room as Jim headed over to meet him at the door. Only after he had stepped out and closed the door behind them, the two alone in the hallway, did Strickler speak again.

“Jim, I’ve been monitoring your behavior these past few weeks, and quite frankly I’m concerned,”

Someone less observant and experienced at the art of subterfuge would have missed the subtle way Jim’s shoulders stiffened, the flicker of panic on his face before it settled into a calm veneer.

But Strickler missed nothing.

Jim forced out an uncomfortable laugh “Well...uh, sorry to worry you, but I’m totally fine,”

Strickler had to bite back a sigh. It looked like Jim, not unexpectedly, had decided to be evasive; no matter. In that case the only thing to do was strike at the heart of the issue, bluntly and without delay.

He whipped a comb out of his front pocket; cheap and still sealed in its plastic packaging, but very fine toothed, holding it out in front of him “I want you to run this through your hair,”

Blinking, Jim stared at the comb and then back up at Strickler “....are you serious?”

“Humor me,”

Looking more confused than anything else, Jim slowly took the comb, pulled it from its wrapper, and ran it through his hair once before promptly handing it back “There, is that all? Because I need to--”

“Jim. Look at the comb.”

He did, all the color instantly draining from his face.

From end to end the comb’s teeth were stuffed to the brim with short, black hairs.

“Your hair is falling out.” Strickler’s tone brooked no questioning. He wasn’t asking, he was stating a fact “So do not tell me that everything is fine. If everything were fine you wouldn’t be losing your hair from stress,”

Of course there were plenty of non-stress related medical conditions that could cause a sixteen year old boy to start losing his hair, but Strickler found that his intuition was rarely wrong.

Jim hadn’t so much as twitched, standing frozen in place, eyes wide and locked on the comb.

Strickler let out a sigh and tossed the comb into a nearby trash can “I’m going to be frank with you Jim, I know CPS is investigating your family,”

Now that got a reaction, Jim snapping his head up, breathing quick and shallow, voice tight with pure panic “You do!?”

“Keep your voice down, yes, the investigator called the school with a few questions,” Strickler saw no reason to bring up the fact that he had been the one to make the initial call, much less that he had done so at the behest of Mr. Domzalski.

“But I’m not going to ask about that. That case is a matter between your family and the state, now if you want to talk I am more than willing to listen, but I’m not going to pry into your family’s private matters,”

Just like that the wind went out of his sails. Jim practically going limp, swaying on his feet overcome with relief. But before he could relax too much, Strickler was talking again.

“That being said, in the weeks that the investigation has been going on, I have become seriously troubled by your behavior,”

“What...behavior...are you talking about?”

“You’re anxious and unfocused, I’ve caught you nodding off in class no fewer than three times in the past week. And this is pure speculation on my part, but I don’t think you’ve been getting nearly enough to eat, which could be contributing to your hair loss,”

Squirming under his scrutiny, Jim ran a shaky hand through his hair, before he quickly realized what he was doing and pulled it away “Ok things have been hard… and maybe I’ve missed a meal or two...but I’ve just...really been focusing on keeping my grades up,”

It was true. Strickler happened to know for a fact that Jim was pulling all A’s in every subject. But while that was a fact it certainly wasn’t the whole truth.

“You’re grades are exceptional, and normally I would applaud you for being so diligent with your studies, but I get the feeling you’ve been hyperfocusing on your schoolwork in order to avoid dealing with the other problems in your life,”

From the way Jim flinched at his words, breath catching in his throat, Strickler knew he’d struck the truth.

“Look...I...I know that there’s a lot going on, but I swear I can handle it,”

“Jim--”

“I promise it’s really not that bad,”

“Not that bad? For goodness sake Jim, your hair is falling out!”

The boy had no response to that, downcast eyes locked on the floor, unable to meet Strickler’s gaze.

Squaring his shoulders, Strickler clasped his hands together and netted his fingers in front of him. Bluntness had served its purpose in this conversation, now it was time for the olive branch “With everything going on in your life I imagine it must feel like you’re carrying the world on your shoulders,”

“Yeah,” Jim mumbled “Something like that,”

Strickler gave him a small smile “Have you heard of the greek myth of Atlas?

Jim looked up at that “No….should I have?”

“Atlas was a titan that took part in the war between the gods and titans, and when the titans lost Atlas was condemned to hold up the sky for all eternity,”

“Okay…but what does that have to do with...me?”

“In the myth Atlas alone bore the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, but Jim, you aren’t Atlas. However heavy your burden is, you don’t have to bear it alone. The faculty here can put you in touch with some excellent counselors and--”

“Actually I really don’t need anything like that,” Jim stepped around him and tried to go back into the classroom “And I should really be getting started on--”

“Jim.” Strickler allowed a trace of stone to creep into his voice “We are not done talking.”

The boy froze midstep, slowly turning back towards him with clear hesitation.

Once Jim was facing him again Strickler cleared his throat and started over “The purpose of counselors and therapists isn’t to scrutinize you or your family, but to give you tools and resources, coping mechanisms to help you better deal with the struggles life throws at you. And before you ask, no, you don’t have to talk about the investigation with them either,”

Jim’s mouth abruptly twisted into a scowl “If I don’t have to talk to them then why should I bother...even….”

He trailed off once he noticed Strickler’s expression, the boy couldn’t possibly see down to the depths of Strickler’s true thoughts, but he clearly saw something that gave him pause.

“...sorry,” Jim muttered, looking down and away.

Strickler just stared back at him evenly.

One didn’t survive as a high school teacher without developing a thick skin in regard to teenage impertinence. But this kind of snide back talk was far more in line coming from Steve, or even Seamus. Hearing it from Jim it was...troubling.

Not wasting any more time, Strickler pulled a sticky note out of his pocket and held it out “Here are a few of the counselors and therapists that I most recommend, but if you want more options let me know and I can get you a complete list,”

Jim didn’t move, arms not so much as twitching from their position at his sides. Staring at the note with a sour expression on his face.

“I’m not going to force you to go see any of them, but you will take their contact information and keep it,” One of Strickler’s eyebrows quirked up “Unless of course accepting the contact information of guidance counselors and therapists would put you at risk for some reason? If that is the case I certainly wouldn’t want to put you in any danger, but I would need to know exactly what kind of danger you would be in,”

Jim chewed on his lip, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides.

Strickler held his gaze, kept his hand extended, and waited.

Finally after what must have been a solid minute, Jim reluctantly reached up and took the note. Tucking it into his pocket under Strickler’s close scrutiny “Can I go back in now?”

Strickler frowned. He was not pleased with how this had turned out. Despite his best efforts the boy seemed dead set on refusing every helping hand extended his way. But as the saying went, one could lead a horse to water, but can’t make them drink. The only thing to do was continue to offer the water and hope one day he bent his head and accepted.

“You can, but please remember, as a teacher it’s not just my job to educate you, myself and every other staff member in this building has an obligation to look after your wellbeing, so please don’t forget that, young Atlas,”

Jim rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure,”

Strickler frowned; darker, harder this time, Jim shrinking under the force of his gaze. Brusqueness gone as quickly as it had come.

“I...I’m sorry…”

It wasn’t as though Strickler was losing his patience with the boy, compared to his dealings with the order’s underlings this was as relaxing as a day at the spa. Rather he was becoming increasingly concerned by Jim’s uncharacteristic outbursts.

Despite Jim’s best efforts to bury his troubles and pretend that they didn’t exist, his woes were finding their way to the surface one way or another.

“More people care about you than you know Jim,”

Strickler was suddenly struck by inspiration. For whatever reason Jim wasn’t comfortable reaching out to Strickler, or any other adult it seemed. Perhaps the idea was to appeal to his peer relationships.

“Like your friends,”

He gestured towards the window in the classroom door, at cluster of five desks with four students at them in particular “You happen to be graced with a group of companions who would go to the ends of the earth to help you, not everyone can be so fortunate,”

Strickler turned his head slightly, trying to gauge Jim’s reaction. But to his shock, rather than looking relieved or even uncertain, something hard and inscrutable had settled over Jim’s face.

“Yeah, they would wouldn’t they,”

The boy’s tone cinched it. Strickler had accomplished all that he could for today, pushing Jim any further right now would do more harm than good.

With only a pang of reluctance, Strickler opened the door and allowed Jim back inside, following shortly after.

He went over to his desk to grade quizzes while the students worked for the rest of the hour, Jim taking his seat at the cluster of desks, rejoining his companions and enmeshing himself in their project.

Despite his best efforts to file this incident in the back of his mind, Strickler found himself dwelling on his brief interaction with Jim. Keeping a subtle eye on him and his group.

Strickler had been doing this for a very long time and found that for good or for ill, his intuition was rarely wrong.

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink, only keep offering and hope one day he bent his head and accepted it. And Strickler’s intuition was telling him that Jim would break before he ever bent.

#tales of arcadia #Trollhunters #fanfic #A Secret's Worth #rmvwrites #walter strickler #jim lake jr

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BRYNTH Fanfic

(Song is Justin Timberlake - My Love, Story idea inspired by @dazzidazzi on Tumblr.)

Valentine's Wooing Trollstopia was holding a first ever fair for the upcoming Valentines day tomorrow. TOMORROW! No prepwork or stands had been built yet, meaning that an overhaul was due for today. Queen Poppy hadn't meant to let things go this long without any preparation, normally she was on the ball with prepping and planning for anything but with how Trollstopia was just starting to grow in population she hadn't had time to get this sort of thing sorted yet. Though she did know who would help to sort it by end of day.

Valentine's was around the corner and sadly much to the chargrin of his mate, Poppy was pushing Branch for help to build the fair grounds up, from rides to vending stalls and all. The snack pack helped of course but Poppy wanted it to be perfect! Branch was unfortunately the right troll for this job. Synth has said it many times, Poppy was by far the most vexing troll he has ever met. He had wanted to spend this day and tomorrow with his mate and celebrate their first real Valentines together but as usual, the one troll that was more family to his Dubstep just had to jump the line.

Sighing, Synth shook his head as he decided to just spend time with his Dubstep anyway by helping him build the rides and helping in what ever way he could. He smiled, they did have a pretty good day in the end by joking here and there to make the time pass faster. Sharing stories when the other trolls weren't near by, telling each other of both happy and sad memories. Learning and remembering anything they hadn't in the past about one another. Branch was glowing by the end of the day, his connection with Synth was stronger than ever. All this work that he and Synth had put in to help the Snack Pack and Poppy complete the fair grounds was done. Now they could leave, Synth and him, as the SnackPack started to decorate everything for the big fair tomorrow.

Branch had to find a way to thank his amazing man for all he has put up with, for all he has helped him with. They had almost been dating for close to a year and Branch couldn't think of anyone else he would much rather spend his time with. Now or in the future. He knew what he wanted to do tomorrow and with his sister figures helped that she promised, it all just came down to Synth and his choice tomorrow. For now though, he had a dinner date with his incredible mate Synth. All other thoughts could wait.

*Next Day*

Trollstopia was alive with bustling crowds of chatter and laughter though out the day. Synth had purposefully stuck near Branch as many trolls would stop him to thank the blue troll for the effort he put in to make the rides and stalls. The purple blush from all the attention he was receiving really had an afecct on him. He nodded to each of them as he held tighter to Synth's hand. The techno troll took notice of this easily, he knew it wasn't discomfort but more so unease on how to handle the situation.

They had been wandering the stalls and rides for most of the day, Synth knew his man was probably socially exhausted. He nodded to the trolls as he smiled before pulling Branch away to a table not far from the main performance stage. Branch took a seat with Synth on the bench, Synth sitting saddle style so his fins were either side of his troll as the smaller blue troll leaned in to those waiting purple arms. A sigh of relief leaving him as he relaxed, listening to his heart beat. Humming with a smile as he hugged Branch to his chest, letting him destress and relax as they listened to the music from the concert blare.

Branch had smiled as he saw the sun begin to set, he looked to see Poppy on stage as she smiled at the sight of him and Synth cuddling. Giving the signal, a wave that signalled the music to pick up and become louder as a song drew the attention of all the free trolls near. Smirking waved to Poppy in thanks. He kissed the techno troll on the cheek, grabbed his hand and started guiding him away from the party to a clearing where the music could just barely be heard.

They both arrived within a field where the vines glowed a dull purple and blue as they interwove around the clearing. Branch smiled as they came to a stop in the clearing before he let go of Synth hand to turn to look at him. The light of the moon filled the grove they stood in, reflecting off the white blooming wild flowers that surrounded them.

"Hey Dubstep...this place is magical and all but..what are we doing here?" Synth was confused but amused at their surroundings.

"Just listen to the lyrics for me, ok sweet scale?" Branch chuckled at the flush that coated the purple techno troll. Branch wasn't one for giving nicknames to others but his sister Poppufer, so this really grabbed Synth attention.

Standing a little back, Branch smiled at Synth as the moons light illuminated his purple form. Branch knew this was the right choice. He took a deep breath as the music from the stage started to play.

If I wrote you a symphony, Just to say how much you mean to me What would you do? If I told you you were beautiful Would you date me on the regular Tell me, would you?

Spinning around as the flying jelly fish from when Synth first came on the scene spun around Branch. Blue fireflies joining the mix as they as he raised an open palm to Synth.

Well, baby I've been around the world But I ain't seen myself another troll Like you

Synth was blushing, he knew he wasn't anything like King Trollex or Prince D who had both shown a great interest in his Dubstep but this really highlighted how Branch was feeling about him. Like he was the one coming up with nicknames and romantics things to do but here is his blue troll openly confessing to him in song. Something that is so rare and so precious.

This ring here represents my heart But there's just one thing I need from you Saying "I do"

Synth's entire form gushed with light as those words sunk in. No way...Synth had to hear it one more time. This couldn't be could it?

Yeah, because I can see us holding hands Walking on the beach, our toes in the sand

Branch pivoted on the spot as he started to moon walk backwards, stopping to wiggle his hips side to side before dropping to spin into his right knee and backup. The techno troll smiled as he watched his pop boy lose himself in dance.

I can see us on the countryside Sitting on the grass, laying side by side You could be my baby, let me make you my baby Boy, you amaze me Ain't gotta do nothing crazy See, all I want you to do is be my love

Bringing his hand to his chest, Branch smiled at Synth as he had felt his own heart start to beat. His music causing his chest to glow and share its light with Synth's.

(So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another troll that can take your spot, my love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) My love (So don't give away) Ain't another troll that can take your spot, my love

Boy My love My love

Branch walked closely up to Synth, smiling him as he started to sing the next part of the song as he grasped Synth's purple hands within his own.

Now, if I wrote you a love note And made you smile with every word I wrote What would you do? Would that make you wanna change your scene And wanna be the one on my team Tell me, would you?

At this point, Branch had bought his face so close to Synth's. Their noses nuzzled together as he started to slow his singing. Their heart beats stating to sync.

See, what's the point in waiting anymore? 'Cause boy I've never been more sure That baby, it's you

Reaching up, Branch pulled out a small wooden box from within his hair. Synth's eyes widened...so ..it was that...Branch was actually asking him ...

This ring here represents my heart

Opening the wooden box revealed a ring that stole away his breath. A luminous green band that seemed luminescent in its own right.

And everything that you've been waiting for Just saying "I do"

"I DO!!" Synth was crying at this point. Branch himself looked like he had won a lottery as he slipped the band onto Synth's left hand before he was tackled in a hug. Synth tearing up as he smothered his troll in kisses and affection. Before pulling away to stare down at Branch, their eyes holding each others gaze before sealing their lips together in a deep kiss. No words needed as the fireworks above lit up the sky above.

#BranchxSynth #Synth Trollstopia #Branch #brynth

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gladice + 5

5. “What the hell did I just walk into?”

Alice takes advantage of her empty house. The all-encompassing quiet inspires her to have some “me time” she’s rarely allowed anymore with two tots running around. She moves the couch in the living room out of the way and sets her laptop up on one of the end tables so she can follow along to a yoga video she found online.

She starts with a few deep breathing exercises, getting her heart rate to an even, calm resting place. Spends the allotted meditation time mentally creating a grocery list for later because organization keeps her zen.

Her phone pings a couple of times in the kitchen where she’s left it, trying to cut down her distractions. She pauses briefly, considering whether or not she should get up to see who’s texting, but decides whoever it is can call if it’s important enough.

She’s already well into her poses when she hears the door open behind her. Eyes closed, focusing on her breaths, she assumes it’s Betty or the twins and doesn’t pay it much mind. Until.

“What the hell did I just walk into?” an amused voice says.

Alice’s eyes shoot open. She knows that voice. What she doesn’t know is what the hell its owner is doing in her house.

She sees Gladys from an upside down view from being currently bent over in her living room, face down, ass up. It doesn’t take her long to register the smirk on the other woman’s face.

With a grunt, Alice is quick to fix herself upright, closing her laptop in the process. “What are you doing here?” she asks, skipping any pleasantries.

Gladys remains unbothered as always, predatory gleam in her eye. “Just wanted to check up on my house. See what you’ve done with the place.”

Alice stands there hands on her hips, rolling her eyes. “It’s not your house anymore.”

“Oh, weird,” Gladys says, looking around in a show of confusion. “You should probably consider changing the locks, then.” She holds up a key beside her face, jangles it just to taunt Alice.

Except Alice isn’t interested in playing this game. “Fine, I will.” She huffs, walking by Gladys towards the kitchen. “What are you even doing here, Gladys? You fuck things up in Toledo?” She opens the fridge, searching for a bottle of water.

Gladys shrugs, strolling her way towards the kitchen. “Why? You worried about me?”

Alice shuts the refrigerator door, finds Gladys casually leaning against the kitchen island watching her, hands stuffed in her jacket pockets. When Alice just keeps staring, obviously not dignifying that question with a response, Gladys continues.

“I came to visit my kid. Is that okay with you?”

“Jughead doesn’t live here anymore,” Alice responds before taking a sip of water.

“No shit,” Gladys deadpans. “I was next door visiting Fred and FP. Thought I’d stop by... check on my best girl...”

Gladys’ mouth ticks up in a smirk - that Alice finds... so annoyingly sexy even after all these years - as she reaches a hand forward to grip softly at Alice’s hip.

Alice does her best to keep her features neutral. Doesn’t even so much as lean into Gladys’ touch, no matter how desperately her body may want it. It’s because she hasn’t gotten laid in ... longer than she’d care to admit. That’s all. It has nothing to do with Gladys.

It doesn’t do anything to sway Gladys, though. And Alice knows that. Knows that no reaction is just as good as any reaction because it’s always been they’re thing; Alice fights off her baser instincts while Gladys is playing cat and mouse, doing whatever she can to lure Alice in. And it always works. Because Alice is an idiot who never learns.

But she’s too old for that shit now. Gladys may be staring at her like she’s water in the desert, tracing her finger along the exposed skin between Alice’s pastel pink sports bra and matching leggings, and it may be leaving goosebumps in its wake, but. It’s just a biological reaction. Nothing she can control. It doesn’t mean anything.

“So, what?” Alice starts, her voice a little lower, a little breathier than she’d care for it to be. “You think you can just stroll back into town after 8 years, break into my house-”

“I have a key.”

Alice ignores her. “And expect me to just let you, what? Ravish me like some harlot in one of those trashy romance novels you left behind?”

Gladys’ eyebrow quirks, amused. “You went through my things?”

“My house. My things.” Alice is being firmer now. A brick wall that won’t be broken down.

Gladys isn’t even mad, is the worst part. She just looks down, laughing as she shakes her head. The same way she did when they were teenagers. When she thought Alice was being cute.

It’s infuriating the way it still makes Alice’s knees go a little weak.

“You’re still unbelievable, you know that?” Gladys’ voice is too fond for Alice to take right now, not with the way she’s looking at her now.

Alice crosses her arms over her chest in some sort of protective stance. “And you’re wasting my me-time. The kids are gonna be home soon.”

Gladys laughs again. “Christ, that’s right. You’re a grandma-”

“Be quiet!” Alice slams her hand into Gladys’ shoulder, the first big reaction she’s had this whole time.

It’s not that Alice doesn’t take pride in being a grandmother, but she doesn’t appreciate being mocked over it.

“Relax!” Gladys pulls her just an inch closer. Alice allows it. “It’s sexy.” Her hand travels up, dips just underneath the hem of Alice’s sports bra. “Don’t think I’ve ever fucked a grandma before...”

Alice shoves away from her with a groan. Gladys just tilts her heads back and laughs. “And you never will, you demented little bridge troll!”

It does nothing to dissuade Gladys, who just stands there eyeing Alice up and down with a smile. “I don’t know about that, blondie.” She taps her knuckles on the island a couple times before pushing off, finally heading for the door, much to Alice’s delight.

“I’m in town for a couple more days,” Gladys offers as she turns around to face Alice once more, walking backwards. “Plenty of time for us to get up to some trouble.”

“In your dreams, Gladys.”

“Don’t you know it,” Gladys says with a wink, all cocky and self assured before slamming the door behind her.

Alice groans again, shaking off whatever the hell that was. She glances over at the clock, figures she’s got enough time before the kids come home for a cold shower.

#Anonymous #Alice cooper #Gladys Jones #riverdale fanfiction #riverparents #GLADICE ENEMIES TO LOVERS 50K SLOWNURN WHEN!!#my writing #briana answers things

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blankdblank · 3 years

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Ash Pt 6

The final day before the feast and tasked to organize the library you had once slept in found the King who simply strolled in and sat down on a chair not far from the shelf you had just started. “Yellow stones are given to intendeds, back in Nunieffe.” His eyes had darted to you from his hands clasped to dangle between his now settled thighs formerly shifting side to side. “Yellow is my favorite color, my question was out of habit, clearly the tradition does not carry on here. I am glad I get to wear a yellow stone that won’t bleed to emerald later.”

“Bleed, your stone changed colors?”

You nodded and said, “So you save money when you are wed it changes.”

“You have a heart that millions would march, clamber and crawl to catch a fraction of devotion to it.” That had your eyes on his revealing the beginning of tears you were on the edge of blinking away from embarrassment. “Title or no title you will be loved by thousands and adored and cherished, and one day should you choose someone worthy of your trust and affections in return it will not be out of cruelty or a trick of chance or malice. Eru our creator has granted each of us a One, the person who we are meant to find, and I have no doubt as he brought you here that someone will prove themselves worthy of a heart such as yours. Because you are so very much the one out of reach from mere fools and villains. Please do not doubt that.”

“You really mean that?”

You whispered and he shifted in his seat to angle his legs and body a bit more towards you, “With every fiber of my being. That is the truth.”

“Thank you, for telling me that,” you said looking to the books again you returned upright again in some means of organizing the titles you could not read at all or decipher any pattern between their order now.

“You are welcome, and not alone. Celeborn and myself our first marriages were arranged by others in means of an intended coup.” That had your eyes on him and he nodded, “My former wife’s father and uncle were plotting along with Celeborn’s and her uncle, with whom she was having an affair. It is all rather complicated and to be honest it was entirely humiliating upon its being uncovered by my people here. I am rather glad only my mother was aware of it as my father had passed on. We were still at war and I was informed upon my return that she had fled to the West while Celeborn’s former wife and her lover were bound and forced to sail under threat of execution.” Your eyes looked over his straight face void of any pain or fear in the simple stating of facts, “Celeborn has since fallen in love and remarried and conceived heirs since. She is half Hobbit as I have mentioned before so there is ample hope to bear many more.”

“And why haven’t you chosen a Hobbit bride then?”

That had him chuckle deep in his throat and he flashed you a playful grin, “I am not so fortunate to have a personality many Hobbits find a handsome trait in a partner. Not many if at all would choose a King. I tend to brood.”

“Now that’s a bold faced lie,” you said spreading his grin in adding, “Maybe it’s the angle they look up at you from.”

“Possibly,” he hummed back playfully.

“Why swans? If you don’t mind my asking, the apartment doors, the crown, the ring?”

“The apartment was by chance that it happened to be empty enough for you to decorate as you wished to. You had a chance to choose between our other apartments, do swans trouble you another could always be crafted for you.”

You shook your head, “Just odd, we had flying boat races when I was growing up and only sons can compete but I had been building one myself to try and bring the prize back home again since the last time my father had raced his ship the Emperor. I don’t think I’ve seen a swan up close in person, books sure enough, cygnets seem adorable enough to want to keep one.”

That had his grin creep out and he hummed, “There is a flower festival in Rivendell as our next holiday, the lot of us could travel there together and that time of year there should be ample swans and little cygnets there for you to admire.” You glanced his way and he said, “All of the Kingdoms are eager to meet you. I warn you now they will take no heavily as a blow and most likely enforce that we move the festival to where you are willing to travel.”

The arrival of a messenger however had him straighten up and ready to accept the letter that the Elleth grinned and passed over to you, “Thank you.” You said eyeing the envelope that rested on top of the books you had in the bend of your arm. Promptly you turned and offered the envelope to the again grinning King. “Fingers crossed it’s not more poetry.”

Softly he chuckled and broke the seal while you added the books to the shelves and shifted on your feet to face him in the ease of the letter inside out and open. “Good news, this is from King Thror, he would not spare a poem for none but his wife Niro, Dwarf tradition unless some sort of competition is afoot.” Subtly he wet his lower lip reading the letter he translated for you in a means of checking if you were feeling well and that they were eternally grateful and in your debt for having bested the beast bent on snatching their home away. “See, all good news. I did receive notice from Lord Girion as well yesterday in a means to thank you and pay his gratitude and apologize for his words. He asked if you might accept a letter to that effect from him or if he has burned that bridge, so to speak. It would appear he was dictating after having shared in a mushroom circle with his friends over a dinner which began a poetry circle resulting in ample letters and drama between clans in Dale and even a couple of confused Dwarves in Erebor.”

“Ah, well that would explain it. No burned bridges,”

“Well your response certainly by his account was the kindest of responses the group did receive, one had an ax thrown through their front window.”

You nodded then accepted the letter that was written in different markings than the one in Dalion and you softly sighed, “There is a great deal of languages I will have to learn isn’t there?”

“There are a great deal of Elves who have been reluctant or lax on learning the written word, we have ample scribes in our kingdom,”

“Oh,”

“I am not bothered to translate or dictate your communications. Two letters so far, far from strenuous work. Quite a welcome addition to my duties.”

“You would think a King wouldn’t want more work on top of running a kingdom.”

“One would assume so, but this was a welcome distraction.”

“What exactly do you do all day?” You asked and to himself he chuckled at the blind question as you got to focus on the books again.

“It varies. Checks on import/export reports, levels of our stores and goods produced, reports on weather and news from other kingdoms. News on patrols and word transcribed from Ents and animals on the movements of goblins, trolls and orcs. Then there are internal matters that must be discussed, territories and property rights cases between citizens who wish a neutral ruling in these matters that blend into the rare cases which result in judgments and imprisonment. I also oversee the public celebrations, alongside musical and choral groups and their planned performances I ensure are scheduled to be well enjoyed by as many of our people as possible.” His lips pursed a moment, “Other than numbers of our herds and care of steeds reports I cannot think of more tasks at the moment, past my son and charge of young Estel when he dwells here.”

“That’s not nearly as busy as I had imagined for running a kingdom.”

“I did warn you I am more of a public spokesperson between kingdoms. See, ample time to play your personal secretary. Some of our scribes have gathered learners booklets to gift to you later on. Our languages can be quite extensive to learn in a matter of years.”

“I am quite adept at languages, you may just be surprised.”

“Oh I am infinitely surprised with you, as I should be,” his words accented with a pop of his smile wider in your glance his way that had the corners of your mouth tick upwards again.

Wine was needed. Stunning didn’t come close to the splendorous string of ballrooms connected by garden ballrooms lit by strings of lanterns and crystal lanterns. Two dances was all the King had secured for himself to open the Feast dances post opening speech and the first three courses. Three glasses half the size of his had been emptied by you and mirrored by his full glasses in watch of each interaction across the dance floor with those who you accepted as partners. Sure he had secured another dance five dances from now but every brush of hands or arms in the various touch starved dances left him with fingers tapping to the arm of his chair to mark each brush of skin and lift that kept him from his turn for an up close look at the dazzling Queen who seemed to be having one hell of a time. Just the smile split wide across your face would have been enough to cause a heart to skip. But the spread of a glittering glow on your skin and star speckled bead decorated hair topped with the swan crown also accented by your new jewels and the bright moonlight seemed to leave a wake of Elves in awe of the dark haired Queen who seemed to be infecting every Elf here with her smile and giggles.

Five dances and the bold King now on his feet strode in and with the offer of his hand accepted the smile he was now contracted with to guide the woman of the evening into place. Then he had to let go, for an agitating tease of a dance with only a couple lifts, which even after your wine still had your hands, however gracefully placed, on his shoulders or upper arms as if he could dare to drop you. Spins and woven patterns filled the next four dances accented by arm movements until a break for more stomach lining food was announced and around his elbow the King felt that same hand he’d been stealing brushes of his fingers against in every motion he could. There was something intoxicating about you when you relaxed, when you opened up. And as if starving the King who ensured you were on his free side as his friendship was arguably your strongest basked in the first glimpse of a truly dynamic woman who could command a room by means of a single smirk or playful glance.

Under the moonlight for air to break and steady himself from finishing off another glass of wine that would hinder his efforts of memorizing your debut to this elaborate side of their world. Yet in his lean forward to rest on his knees a sudden giggle had him upright and with a smile to the arrival of his friend who clearly had finished off yet another glass of wine. “I may need to play weakling and sneak off to bed. But do save me some more of that cake, I know there is some more somewhere.” The words were accented by obvious intoxicated giggles, a pleasant sight over the alternative of wine triggered tears. That was what you had said and in the haze somehow that was lost to a maze of a rant all he could do was chuckle and wade through in its evidence of a clear sign that your train of thought was spiraling towards a crash. Once on your feet you had settled on the bench beside him perhaps a tad closer than you would sober with a hint of your weight in a shift to use his white and silver clad self as an anchor.

The song was mentioned along with the dance you had looked to with a somewhat mournful stare to the dance for lovers and couples that included a trade off of a kiss. Not the action but that hint of pain that bubbled to the surface and the King readied to say something, anything, but you stopped him. Brief and unexpected a press of your lips to his, that seemed to be aimed there already in the turn of his head, completely emptied his mind. Then in your pull back from the two second stunner every emptied inch of his head flooded with questions and millions of rationalizations of what happened and thousands of proper things to do at this moment. Yet all he could do was chuckle in a sense of relief to your smiling statement of, “There, a first, no espionage in that for our shared freedom from our captors.”

Right where your hand had just been his moved on his thigh that had been used to anchor you onto your feet again in a rise that had his body up as well right after. “No, no espionage.” He hummed and to your every swayed step by your side without touch his body seemed to be in withdrawal from and screamed for more of it.

Giggled nonsense was his companion to the door that he opened for you to welcome you home and the spine tingling brush of your fingertips down from his wrist over the back of his hand on the door handle had his mouth open when you said, “Two weeks of nothing but freedom. Quite a crime in that. To have such fun and then be left to ourselves again. Enjoy your festivities, kind King, and bravo on guiding me home.”

Again there was nothing to do but chuckle and reply, “Sleep well Queen Jaqiearae.” There was so much more he wanted to say but in the magical twitch of your fingers he saw the buttons on the back of your neck loosen and to the hand that held the front of your gown the image of that bare strip of skin where that strap once was had been replaced by the sight of the door he shut in your stroll into your room. Clearly intoxicated, he kept repeating, nothing concrete could be taken of this trade of intimacy. Yet that kiss and the brush of his now tingling hand troubled the rest of his evening, dreams and wake to a breakfast cart alone that left him with just more plans on how to approach the cusp of courtship forcing contact that you had initiated. Hopefully before the second evening of the feast would begin and he was lost for words at how the next marvel of a gown would drape over your magnificent self.

“Magnificent”, he repeated the word to himself in a questioning mantra as to why he had chosen that word, at least until a tiny head popped out from underneath his breakfast cart to reveal the Prince tired of not being discovered who altered the mentality of the King instantly to focus on the small boy and his playful games.

“Oh no,” you grumbled into your pillow underneath all of your covers as the night rolled back into your mind. Somewhere between the wine and your already awkward social skills around the infuriatingly understanding King, who had been accepting each and every flub that you had thrown right in his face to your own deepening ditch of embarrassment, you had gone and kissed him. As if the headache wasn’t enough from the wine you had been tasting the night before not evenly leveled with food to soak it all up due to the length of time spent dancing the mental memory of that kiss slammed around in your head to remind yourself at how stupid that was to even dare to touch his arm let alone kiss any King let alone this one you were trying to befriend. “I’m gonna have to move, simple as that. I can’t keep living here now.”

To a knock the arrival of a cook with a special drink to aid in relief from any hangover had you poke your head out to the Elf whose eyes shifted to your bare arms and collarbones over the blanket you held to your chest. With a grin you said, “I am in a towel. Apparently I fell asleep after a bath.”

With a grin he came closer and handed you the glass off the tray on his palm, “This will aid in any discomfort you feel, Your Highness.”

“Thank you,” bringing it closer to your lips you asked, “How long does it take to get used to the wine?”

In your sip he replied, “It depends. Grape wine usually takes longer however I find the darker berries are quite agreeable and taste finer upon many palates.” He motioned his hand to the doorway stating, “An undercook is here currently and your breakfast should be completed shortly. We have arranged rotations for these two weeks to aid in the recovery from each night of samplings while you adjust.”

“Thank you.” Upon being alone again you shook your head and finished your drink that did help at least with the effects of the wine but not the mental parade of thoughts on the kingdoms that had been shared with you and which you might prefer to be banished to when the hammer was surely set to drop. For the morning at least pants a tunic and vest were added for what you hoped to be a means of hiding in the forest to continue the plan of where to move next and how to leave gracefully after the two week festivity.

“Ada,” Legolas with a wide smile said in his plop into his chair at their shared breakfast. The King’s eyes shifted to him from his glass of the drink to clear his head from the edge of the wine. “What are your plans today?”

After a deep breath the King looked down to lift his fork to start on the meal the thanked undercook had left once it was all set out across the table for them, “I have a few tasks to oversee then I wished to stop in on Queen Jaqiearae and see how she fared this morning.”

“Good, how do you plan on offering courtship?”

That had the King’s eyes snap up to him again, “Pardon me?”

“The offer of courtship after your moment of intimacy. How do you plan to offer it because Glorfindel and I have been compiling lists of ways that might be quite unique and vary in chance of surprise unless you have already discussed that upon escorting Queen Pear to her bed.”

Open mouthed Thranduil leaned forward into the edge of the table, “You witnessed, who else was with you that has seen us?”

“It was myself and Glorfindel, Estel was hiding in the gardens again as we were in search.”

“No one is to be told.”

Legolas smiled again, “Absolutely not, we would never spoil the surprise.”

“No, Little Leaf, Queen Jaqiearae was under the influence of the wine. There is no grounds for courtship as clearly there was no justifiable right for me to offer to settle a courtship from an accidental intimacy.”

“I saw the both of you Ada, there was no stumble into a lock of lips. There was intent.”

“Little Leaf,”

“Wine was involved, but surely, at least you have to present the trunk of your One token.” The King’s lips parted again and he said, “At minimum. You are solidifying into a firm friendship and clearly she did not show he would refuse an offer of even marriage. There is a bond there please do not doubt that, she could be your One! You have to show her your trunk!” Thranduil sighed and he added, “Or I will make sure she finds it.”

“I will bring my trunk into her path. For now there will be no talks of courtship. I will inquire as to her condition and try to ease out any wrinkles this encounter has caused upon our friendship.”

“She is bound to be your One. Simply has to be.” Thranduil from his fork and knife slicing a piece of his food looked up to his son curious of his reasoning for that assumption. “Has to be.”

Atop a raised root you sat with view of a stream that a group of ducks led their ducklings towards a food source farther down out of view. Suddenly a blue jay landed in front of your boot then took off again with a pleased chirp, his absence however turned your head to the sight of the King who had apparently used the bird to track you down. “Hey, ducks.”

With a smirk he turned his head and nodded to the sight of the final family of ducks off towards food, “Yes, near lunchtime they will be back to their nests in our red garden.” Back to you his eyes shifted in the turn of his head asking, “How did you rest?”

“In a towel,” His brow arched up and you said, “Apparently I got out of my gown and then took a bath and went to bed to fall asleep. Maybe I was just tired, odd.”

To himself he chuckled, “I believe we all have had a morning of that nature when first dabbling with wine.” His eyes scanned over you and he asked, “How did you enjoy the opening night of the festivity?” Nerves at a peak to the question that was inching on what the relationship could turn out to be if he couldn’t ease any embarrassment from the kiss.

“It was fun. I certainly danced,” you paused and asked him at the puzzled expression on his face, “I didn’t do anything embarrassing did I?”

His brow arched up and he replied, “No, not that I can recall. Why would you assume you had?” He asked hoping to lure the answer out of you to begin talks of the night.

“I went from dancing to waking up in a towel.” You said and his lips parted in a mental whirl. You didn’t know, the wine had blurred that encounter. Only to bleed into questions of how could you not know, not remember anything. Instantly his chest tightened up in his body’s reaction to the fact that you didn’t remember the moment with him at all his mind could not stop replaying.

“That is quite a gap of time to miss.”

To the prickle of your cheeks you said, “I know we talked and you told me goodnight. You sure I didn’t do anything foolish?”

“No,” he replied uncertain if he was pleased or unhappy with this forgotten moment. “Nothing foolish comes to mind.”

“Did you sleep well?” You asked and his chin rose a moment then lowered in his body’s ease into the realization and try to relax again now he knew he shouldn’t talk about the kiss at all instead of the ploy to calm your nerves as he had prepped to do.

“Yes, fairly well, I usually do not dance in our celebrations beyond a few assigned dances with my eldest friends whose spouses prefer to skip those dances. So I was amply exhausted and able to sleep. I was wondering if I might ask your opinion on something.” You nodded curiously on his fidget of his feet under his weight, ��There is a trunk of items I am curious if you might be able to make heads or tails of it.”

“Oh, sure,” you said in a shift of your legs off the root. Promptly his hand snapped up for yours and after a glance at it in pause yours laid on top of it and down you hopped to stroll at his side once his hand lowered to the retraction of yours. Aloofly, or with the impression of that the King managed to hold a steady stream of chatter all the way to his apartment where he took notice of the One trunk that his son had set up in his sitting room beside the table there.

“So you have no clue what is inside of it?” You asked in a glance up at him, “It doesn’t seem to be shaking or making any sort of alerting noise.”

Again your eyes fell to the trunk from his intense stare he couldn’t control while the electric feel of his fingers just a breath from his you had stroked the night before had his entire body in a fight to not just clutch onto it for dear life to feel that sensation again. “No. It does not make a sound or move. However I have had it for some thousands of years and still seem to be stumped on what it might yet construct, as it contains pieces to form something. An aggravating mystery all its own I cannot make heads or tails of.”

“Oh, well then,” you said in a glance around before to the motion of your hands over the table the table cover expanded to its full length and went rigid in a spell that would expand as needed depending on what was inside to the scoot of each chair to make room. “First thing first. Empty the lot.” The wide smile on your face to the adventure had his try for a response lodged in the back of his throat for what seemed to be a groan of sorts that melted into a cough that allowed him excuse to fetch some juice and glasses for the pair of you. The acceptance of which his arm just about fell slack to the glide of fingers along his in your blind, “Thank you.” The numbness from the shock of the touch left his arm in a tingling mess to your sip of the juice, “Mmm, lovely,” you murmured in the lower of the glass that was settled on the table to ease the open of the lid once lock latches were flipped upwards.

The largest piece, an intricately carved and detailed piece of wood was inspected in its three foot entirety until at the notice of a symbol and number had it set down to lift the next that would be added to another pile. “Aha, a pattern,” you said and over your shoulder he hunched with cheek barely an inch from yours and back kept from contact with yours for another jarring experience for the lack of distance for the seemingly touch starved King who now just yearned for more and more. “See,” you said avoiding the knot in your stomach to his closeness to point to the number and symbol, “The pieces have numbers and symbols, so if we match them then we can go by group and find out how they intermingle later.”

“These are from our Doriathian alphabet, actually.” He commented with a nod and around you he strode to grab a piece of his own to inspect them against the trio of piles he added that and each after to existing or new piles. Eventually the table was coated in piles of less than helpful progress of the parts, but progress all the same. He had inspected these pieces century after century and never had those marks been there before.

There was only one explanation, he had to be yours and you his, Ones. Meant to find one another to begin at the creation of this mysterious adventure of a trunk. Heavily his heart would thunder in his chest to the every detail his eyes took in of the adventure thrilled smile on your face. Unknowing. You didn’t know. You couldn’t remember. How could you not remember? Could you feel the same energy in each brush of fingers? Each moment of his being merely a breath away? When he could so easily just angle his head and kiss those same lips that parted for each tempting honey dripped word he clung to. He could, it would be so simple, so easy, you were right there. And looking at him. Ear to ear a smile split across his face in a bashful turn to the trunk to bring out more pieces including another smaller chest and one even smaller than that until it sat empty and he had to look, not stare, to you again.

“Hmm,” from the King who seemed to be nervous about something the more you had pulled out you looked to the medium chest that your brows furrowed in the stubborn latches that refused to rise from the press of your thumbs.

“Ah,” Thranduil said. And in a fumble of a chain from underneath his robe and tunic a chain was produced ended by a mithril glowing antler just over an inch long. That in a move to your side with arms around your shoulders he was able to slide a hidden hatch over to press the antler into the hole there lengthwise it fit perfectly to set off both latches that snapped up by use of the unique key. “Only the key opens that and the smaller,” around you he moved to collect the smaller box he opened the hidden hatch he turned to face you and asked, “You wouldn’t happen to have anything that might fit this one? Would you? Only you would.”

“Um,” from his pleading gaze to the hole you looked confused at the meaning until your brows furrowed at the shape that couldn’t be mistaken. Rectangular with what seemed to have a bite taken out of it. “Can’t be,” you murmured in a reach for your enchanted bag that from the side bag you pulled a salve tin that once in your palm the lid was wound off of it for the King to eye various buttons and small keys you had found through the years in an odd collection of mysterious origins. Though from the mix a purple sapphire now glowing on the end of what you had taken as a silver branch matched his key perfectly as a half inch antler on the end of an identical chain that you used to press the stone into the slot that opened the locks. Widely the King smiled to the box with pride at the ultimate proof while instead of putting the necklace away you simply looped it around your neck and put the tin away to bashfully try to focus on the chest in hand.

In his same velvety hum of a voice he stated, “These appear to be securing pegs and wooden screws.”

Curiously you felt around the chest until between your fingers a motor of sorts was lifted, “It’s a clock,” you said and his eyes were on you again with brows lifted in awe of an answer after he had failed all this time alone to have mastered this mystery.

“A clock?”

“Yes,” you said lifting the hands you found next also shaped like antlers, “Have to be, these are the hands. Odd,” again you caught his gaze that deeply seemed to be yearning to say something, “You don’t have clocks here, did you buy this from Dale or Erebor?”

“No,” he said with a wet of his lips, “We spoke of those who are destined for each of us yesterday by Eru?”

“Yes, but, the clock?”

“We were destined to meet, you and I. Our kin are granted trunks that only our Ones can aid in opening and constructing.”

“Ah.” You said looking to the chest you set down again uncertain of how to answer only luring him to sit beside you with his chest set beside yours in a lean in to lure your eyes back to his.

“It has been an honor to meet you finally. Among others this is a culture variance I would imagine and for now, perhaps you might kindly assist me in constructing this clock of ours. We have only one moon to do so.”

“Or?”

“Normally death occurs.”

“Ah,”

“Yes. However daily slotted times to focus on this and we may yet best it within the final eve of the feast.”

“Doubt it would take that long. I’m fairly good at puzzles.” You said and were grateful for the clock heart that could distract you from whatever parade of doubts and questions was exploding through your mind at the time.

“Ooh, these must be antlers,” he said. And chose the chair beside yours that had scooted forward to be used by you. Cunningly in a special careful and quiet maneuver to steal another inch closer to your side, to be both within chance of stolen casual glance of you and to be near enough to dare risk a brush of fingers or an acceptable graze of elbows in the midst of this yet to be mastered feat.

Master of puzzles indeed, he pondered to himself in his ninth lingered stare at the final snap of the round metal casing around the clock mechanics. The completed marvel now had a face etched with hoof prints glowing at the antler formed hour and scattered glittering elk grazing across the top half of the rotating face that would have a second view for the nighttime hours.

“Round,” he muttered in a rise to his feet now knowing what the round group of pieces must have been called for. In the area you cleared in the magically shuffling piles he lowered the pile and helped you to order each piece in that group to work around the clock casing. Each varied home for wooden pegs or screws he answered to help you form what you inspected to be a barrel to settle oddly beside the half a head he had been able to work together on his own.

“Progress report, barrel clock, and antlers.”

“This is a head I am certain of it. Merely these pieces are particularly obstinate to not want to fit together for me.” He said shifting a trio of pieces you had seen him fighting with earlier before his last break to stare at you.

“Hmm. Maybe it’ll make sense-,” the sound of the warning bell to two hours to the opening of the feast had both your heads turn to the door.

“Ah, yes. It would appear it is time to ready for the feast.”

“Right. Perhaps tonight I might skip the wine.”

“Nonsense you have no reason to skimp on imbibing tonight. Enjoy yourself this feast comes once a year.” He paused then couldn’t help but add, “Unless you have recalled an unwelcome event you would care to not repeat from last night before you were off to bed?”

You simply shook your head and stood leaving the clock on the table in the momentary furrow his brows to the continued uncertainty of just what you might be trying to avoid. “I will see you at the feast I suppose,” you said on the way to the door. “I’ll let you change or whatnot, make sure I don’t interfere with any more of your baths, King Thranduil.”

When you glanced back however he stood with a smile on his face in a nod of his head you mirrored, “You shall see me there, Queen Jaqiearae. I look forward to the masterpiece you shall be donning tonight.”

“Right, I’m sure you’ll look spectacular as always yourself.” You said then left the apartment and the King in a focused purse of his lips on his way to strip and bathe knowing his son would be in soon to question him on the progress of his request.

Under the surface of his hot spring Thranduil could hear the muffled words, “Clock!” and “-knew it!”

To the surface he went after granting the intrusive duo of not just his son but Lord Glorfindel as well to rest with arms on the edge of the spring to hear the latter say, “Congratulations! The Kingdom shall be so pleased to hear of this, the visiting Lords as well, you have found your One at last!”

Legolas smiled, “And now will you hear of our list of courtship surprise proposals? I have a few you may find especially exciting to prepare I thought up myself.”

His smile dimmed as Thranduil flatly stated, “There will be no proposal of courtship for the time being.”

Legolas, “But-,”

Glorfindel, “Surely, Mellon, Queen Jaqiearae will grow accustomed to our culture fairly quick as she has made herself quite the lively Queen, why last night nearly half the Lords remarked on how she made even the glummest of our kin spark up with glee, yourself included, and they did not even witness your intimacy!” He accentuated with a nod to send his point home only to make the King groan to himself.

Legolas, “We still have kept that point to ourselves, no one knows of it beyond us three.”

“Exactly!” Thranduil stated making their brows arch up to his now tensed shoulders he sank more in the water in a means to hide from their inspecting view.

Legolas, “Ada?”

“Queen Jaqiearae does not even know of the intimacy, so there is no need for courtship proposals or even inklings that one may yet be considered!” The King barked then turned muttering to himself in a sink to his nose that sent a few bubbles out into the spring he now glared at.

“WHAT?!” the pair asked then moved around the spring to be back in his stern view.

Glorfindel, “How could she not know?!”

“I don’t know!” Thranduil replied, “However from the dancing to her doorway for a goodnight her memory is conveniently absent! She has no recollection of having kissed me and I have made no mention of it to spare her the apparent embarrassment the notion of such a gesture made to me without the aid of libations!”

“Whoa,” Glorfindel said with his hand extended. “That is far too harsh,” in a sigh he crouched down with ankles crossing to match the Prince’s in a plop to sit in the now teary eyed King’s view after his sink to his nose again to hold back from the explosion of this uncertain storm that had now brewed inside his chest. “What did you say, about last night? Surely she mentioned something of it.”

Thranduil blew more bubbles from his huff and his mouth surfaced to say, “A towel was mentioned, that even the bath she had apparently taken was forgotten and she fell asleep in her towel.”

Legolas, “Nothing about you?”

“The question was offered as to concerning a possible embarrassing action was taken by herself while she was inebriated to the point of amnesia.”

Glorfindel, “You answered in the negative I presume.”

“I informed her no embarrassing act was committed in a means to goad her from her silence on the topic and yet there is no memory of what happened.”

Legolas, “Then she knows,” That had his father’s eyes on him again in a slightly pained stare, “No, surely. Nothing was embarrassing and yet she still is stunned to silence, either she is processing her own actions or possibly in wait for you to make your intentions known. Perhaps that is her culture, yellow stones for proposals, surely there must be subtle hints or a statement of some sort that may yet be added into conversation casually to settle this matter and assure the Queen that intentions are true towards courtship.”

“Little Leaf, we have discussed the matters of ignorance on one another’s culture, surely still she would not expect me to know proper phrases or gestures such as yellow stones from her lost lands.”

Glorfindel, “I agree with Legolas, the Queen must know,” Thranduil sunk again as his brows drooped in a look forward to ignore the hopeful duo. “And we will prove it to you!”

Before he could turn his head they were on their feet and hurrying to the door, and out in the hall when he could call out, “Do not confront her on this matter!” The front doors to his apartment opened then shut making him grumble again to himself and sink in the water, “Make her flee the kingdom is what they will achieve.”

Pt 7

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Blood For Gold

So. I was SO INSPIRED by @kriskukko ‘s regency era orc art, please forgive me for taking it and putting it into the photo montage that I do for all my stories but I wanted everyone to see your amazing art and really get a visual sense of the story I want to tell. For more amazing orc and other fantasy beings in GORGEOUS period clothing- @kriskukko is where to go. They’re amazing.

I’m a HUGE fan of Jane Austin in general and now with historical period dramas like Death Comes to Pemberley and Bridgerton, they need a fantasy twist with orcs, elves, trolls and of course mouras which are my own precious creation. Also because this is a fantasy period piece, I’m fudging and blurring the lines of historical accuracy just a wee bit. Regency Era- 1811-1820 ish. First Industrial Revolution- 1760-1840 and railways becoming a key transportation tool around this time as well. So we’re going with all three at the same time.

Trains, Industrial Revolution, Regency, Nobility, Intrigue, Murder Mystery, Damsel in Distress, Mail Order Bride, Only One Bed but with a twist as Only One Train Cabin, all the clichés. ALL OF THEM. Enjoy. And I really hope @kriskukko enjoys this because this was written specifically for them. And it’s written as a reader insert. Hope that’s ok. If that’s annoying @kriskukko, I can change that. Technically this will be female reader insert.

Blood For Gold

Part 1

You were happily sitting on the train, in a private first class cabin suite, dressed in your mourning clothes, relieved that others took the hint and left you alone so you could travel in peace, reading one of your latest acquisitions from one of the more upscale and prominent bookstores in Kent since you were traveling from Kent back to London Towne. Normally you would never dream of traveling alone, but you did just give away your latest paid companion in marriage the day before to a man who would love her for the rest of her life so you found yourself feeling bittersweet at the loss of her company, both sad to lose such a close friend yet happy she would be happy. She was your third paid companion just this past year to do so. But you were far from begrudged. But now you would have to start the process all over again and have to take out an advertisement in the papers for a new paid companion and start anew.

Then your thoughts were interrupted by the knock on the door by a station master since the train had stopped on its way into London, stopping in the industrial district.

“Yes?” You asked as he came into your suite.

“Begging your pardon Countess, but there are two first class gentlemen looking for a private cabin on their journey home and it’s a full train today and we’ve filled up all the other cabins, would it be a horrible inconvenience for them to share this one with you? We’d like to extend these certificates of first class cabins on future trips to you if you’d be willing to share yours with them.” He offered generously, holding them out to you hopefully.

“Who are the gentlemen?” You asked curiously as you looked from his offering back to him.

“Duke Damsey Voyambi and Count Javyn Jabire.” He answered. You didn’t know them personally but you knew of them. Men of both nobility and industry and supposedly of considerable wealth in this country. Although you did hear rumors of both gentlemen of being romantically attached to various debutants so you’d have to be careful to not let any rumors spring up. The last thing you needed was another scandal on your hands.

“But of course, I would be happy to share my cabin with them.” You readily agreed before you took the ride certificates into your black laced gloved hand and put them away into your purse as the station master then happily left and returned with the gentlemen a moment later, they were exquisitely dressed but did smell like their factories, they must have been just checking in on their businesses.

“Countess Morrigan, this is Duke Voyambi and this is Count Jabire.” The station master introduced as you stood to greet them formally. Duke Voyambi was orcish and the count was clearly troll, but you were moura, so it made little difference what they were.

Mouras- ever since the moura plague over a hundred and fifty years ago that wiped out the heavenly moura population, leaving only the royal moura and mountain moura to live on since their own moura heritage was “diluted” by other races enough genetically to withstand the plague and live on- were now all born with golden yellow eyes, golden blonde hair and their moura collars and cloaks, instead of being actual objects containing magic and power were now reduced to looking like they were painted on the skin with gold glittering ink. It’s what made mouras stand out even more than they used to. Gone were the days of the real moura gifts but the breed’s legacy lived on. But you were of course in your mourning attire, mostly all black and covered up, the only moura trait giving you away were your gold eyes and little golden freckles on your cheeks and nose, otherwise you looked mostly human.

“Pleasured to make your acquaintance Countess Morrigan. How do you do?” They bowed as you curtsied in kind.

“Please, won’t you sit down gentlemen?” You invited as you gestured to the other bench before all three of you sat down again.

“Thank you so much for having us Countess Morrigan, we’re much obliged.” Count Jabire thanked you earnestly.

“Pleasure is all mine your graces, a journey is always more enjoyable when spent with amiable company.” You answered pleasantly.

“So why are you travelling alone Young Countess?” Duke Voyambi asked curiously.

“I believe you have me confused with the Young Countess Jane Morrigan, I am her late grandmother in law Audravienne Saharrazat Morrigan from Dorierra, I was married to the late Old Count Edward Morrigan.” You gently corrected, your r’s rolling while your moura accent flourished and furled with the pronunciation of your name, which both of them couldn’t help but raise their eyebrows at that revelation as they realized you were that Countess Morrigan.

You were the reason every young man threw themselves into business if only to make enough money to afford a moura bride as beautiful and wonderful as you. To hear of the late Count Edward Morrigan’s death had many marking their calendars to mark when your mourning period would be over so they could pursue you themselves. Especially since after the death you weren’t immediately whisked away back to the moura stables of Dorierra but stayed in the country and it seemed to be in this moment that both actually took note of your mourning attire and seemed to connect the dots so to speak.

“Oh, I do beg your pardon, again, so sorry for your loss, I believe the last time we were in the same room was actually your wedding to the Count only two years ago, forgive us for not recognizing you.” Count Jabire offered.

“It’s alright, I did not recognize you either, that day was a bit of a blur for me and all the faces ran together having met so many people that day.” You admitted.

Your wedding to the Count was attended by all of high society in this country, even the entire royal family attended, all of which you barely remembered because of the circumstances of your marrying the Count. It was all a blur for you and most of the first year of being married to him, you’d much prefer to forget and the circumstances of his passing had you feeling relieved you had only been married to him for a year. Much longer and it would have finished you for good. But you had settled into widowhood much easier than you had anticipated and it afforded for you to finally enjoy life again. Now that he was dead, you had a very charming and pleasant life, and one you would be loathed to lose.

“Oh it’s perfectly alright, practically the whole country came for your wedding, it would be impossible for you to remember all of them, especially when all of them were practically strangers to you that day. And especially since you rarely come out into society since.” Duke Voyambi reasoned and all you could do was smile politely but it didn’t reach your eyes.

Edward had been a widower, he was human and had married a human wife in his youth and used his family’s small and modest fortune and invested it into industry and investments, all of which paid off handsomely so that the Morrigans were one of the wealthiest nobles in all of England, if not most of Europe. Then Beatrice, Edward’s wife died, and in his old age, and now fully established wealth, Edward decided it was time for him to “buy” a moura bride, a tradition most kings partook in going back for a millennia since the moura stables were established specifically for that purpose. The moura estate of Doriera functioned like a racing horse stable. All brides were put on display and bought and sold or rented to the highest bidder, because since the plague, mouras were becoming even more rare and sought after and were the first to embrace the mail order bride system. Edward wanted a moura bride who was young and vibrant and entertaining to keep him company in his old age and give his last years a measure of happiness and pleasure. He had paid a fortune to the moura stable in Doriera for you since you had a pedigree that rivaled most ruling kings and gifts galore, not to mention were an outstanding beauty in your own right and Edward got what he paid for because you delivered on all accounts.

Edward had been incredibly sweet, kind, thoughtful and generous as a husband when you first married him and treated you like the gem you were and in the beginning, you found much to appreciate and have affection for as he helped you to adjust to living in England, away from the moura stables and indulged you endlessly because he could afford to. He made sure you had a very generous allowance paid out weekly, wore splendid gowns and practically dripping in jewels at all times. You were his delight in his old age and he even had the good sense that it was all down in writing and was taken care of by his steward.

However six months into the marriage, he started to go completely senile, mistaking you for Beatrice and then getting so angry when you weren’t her and especially once the sun set every day, he became a different man, he grew incoherent, irritable and angry and even violent but then in the morning and during the day, he would come back to his senses and himself and would apologize and do everything he could to make amends and even hired special assistants to keep himself from hurting you further but even that only lasted a few months, the last three months of his life was spent having all sense leaving him and he became completely senile and deranged no matter the time of day and that’s when the abuses started happening, in his senility, he dismissed his helpers and Richard, his eldest son and heir, who was looking to save money, agreed with their dismissal, no matter your pleadings or theirs and even his steward plead with him but Richard and his family turned a blind eye to it since they viewed you as his paid caregiver and basically dumped him on you and left you all alone to deal with him and shut you and him up and away from society so they would not and could not see it for themselves while forbidding you from contacting the stables or anyone else about it to “preserve the family honor”.

Then the “incident” happened and Edward unexpectedly passed. And it came as a relief to everyone else in the Morrigan family. Richard then fully inherited the estate and very quickly shipped you and all of your things off to live in London Towne as soon as you could be packed- to live in an exquisite and surprisingly luxurious townhouse in the fashionable side of town that was big enough to suit you just fine because you couldn’t return to the moura stables because ‘you were broken beyond repair’ by Edward’s and Richard’s treatment as judged by the stable masters who were beyond enraged at your treatment and thankfully Edward had written it into his will and specified the kind of living you would receive upon his death so that the rest of your life, until you chose to remarry someone of your choosing, would be in comfort and luxury and even accounted for inflation and unless Richard wanted to lose everything, he would be honoring his father’s wishes and pay out what you were definitely owed and had earned by enduring it, under the threat of the truth being discovered and him losing everything, including the family honor and estate and business to you, which the stable masters were more than ready and able to hire the best international lawyers who would make sure to hold the new Count Richard Morrigan to the very letter of the contract his father signed when he “bought” you from the stables which clearly stated, should you be damaged in any way, you would inherit all of Edward’s estate to “recoop” the damages inflicted on you personally which all moura contracts superseded all others in all courts worldwide.

So that left Richard to pay for your silence and discretion on the matter, effectively doubling what his father had already set out in your material living agreement which you had the good sense to get down in writing and have the stable masters cosign it so that it accompanied the contract Edward signed which you kept a copy of in your possession and the stable masters also kept the original copy of and had it witnessed by the highest judges in the land, in private of course. Which for the price of your peace- and complete independent freedom from the Morrigan’s, you agreed to it since you could not return to the moura stables yourself.

So you made peace with your circumstances and counted yourself fortunate to have the moura stables still backing you despite technically no longer being a part of them even though you knew that if this particular country were to ever become unsafe by either revolution or war, you were still welcome back to the stables under those conditions to simply preserve your bloodline, but little other circumstance garnered your return to them.

Besides, you got to have the very same staff that served you at the Morrigan Estate named Broadcove follow you to your new townhouse- Mirador and they were ever so happy to follow you there because you were a good and fair mistress to them and took care of them exceedingly well and they made at least twice the money they would make at any other house and they were loyal to you to a fault. Even the steward followed you to Mirador because he knew his master had done you wrong.

“How are you getting home to Broadcove?” Count Jabire asked curiously.

“Oh since the Late Count Edward Morrigan passed and the New Count Richard Morrigan and his family has taken ownership of Broadcove, they thought it best I mourn in peace at a house of my own, so I have since moved to Mirador since the late Count’s passing.” You informed them.

“Oh how kind and thoughtful of them.” Count Jabire noted and you fought not to snort a derisive laugh at that. It was never ‘thoughtful’ on their part. It was always just a business to them.

“Yes, it’s been most helpful to me. It’s incredibly convenient to be in town and so close to so many amusements and diversions, it has helped me with my grief a great deal, especially since the living afforded to me by the late Count is generous enough for me to afford a paid companion so that I don’t get too lonely. My latest one was married only yesterday, Lady Bellum to Sir DeVaunce, you may have seen the announcement in the paper perhaps?” You readily agreed.

“Oh yes, yes of course.” Duke Voyambi readily agreed while Count Jabire nodded in agreement.

“But now it seems I will have to take out another advertisement for another, since it’s obviously a little unseemly for a lady such as myself to travel alone, especially in this country.” You allowed as they nodded and gave each other a meaningful look.

The rest of the ride was spent in pleasant conversation as all three of you got to become better acquainted.

Duke Voyambi owned a soap company, making not just soap to wash the body, but laundry supplies as well which explained his own scent on his clothes smelled like he worked as a laundress. But he also employed a union of orcish workers. One of the few captains of industry that was for the union instead of against it, which you greatly respected because you could tell he was passionate about the betterment of orcs in general, from livelihood and wages, to education and living and working conditions and was incredibly safety conscious.

Count Jabire on the other hand- he owned one of the many flour mills, using the river rushing through the feet of the bridge to run the giant wheels to make flour of various kinds. And it was why he smelled like a bakery and why the two of them together smelled- if anything- interesting. But they were clearly friends, and close ones at that and in conversation, they clearly played very well off each other and it was entertaining for you to sit and listen to them. You were almost saddened when your stop came and all three of you had to disembark.

But at the same time, you were relieved to see Malcom, one of your manservants there to help you with your things and there with a carriage to take you home.

“Till we see each other again gentlemen, may you both get home safely.” You offered the Duke and Count, curtseying again as they bowed and tipped their hats to you before you left to return to Mirador.

“You have visitors waiting on you my Lady.” Malcolm informed you as he helped you into your carriage.

“Who?” You asked.

“Count and Countess Morrigan.” He answered before you groaned and made a whiney whimpering sound which brought a grin to Malcom’s face.

“Why?” You asked.

“Don’t know, but they came bearing gifts my Lady.” He answered.

“Great, well, I suppose we shouldn’t keep them waiting any longer than they have to.” You urged him as he finished loading your things up and the driver drove the carriage home as you steeled yourself for whatever would find you once you came home.

“Countess,” Richard and his wife Agnes greeted you as all three of you curtsied to each other respectfully.

“Count, Countess.” You returned respectfully.

“We trust your ride home from Kent was pleasant as always.” Richard urged with forced pleasantness.

“It was,” you confirmed.

“So what do I owe the pleasure of your presence your Graces?” You asked curiously.

“Well since your mourning ends in a fortnight, we came to invite you to everything that will be happening shortly after, and since you will be out of mourning and even half mourning in a fortnight, you will need new clothes to stay with the fashions, we must get you out into society as soon as possible. Surely you long to see it and we brought all the invitations that we should all go to as a family.” Agnes insisted as cheerfully as she could muster as she presented you with a stack of invitations and you wanted to laugh scornfully in her face for her audacity. But decorum would not permit you to do so- so you simply smiled politely as you took them from her.

“Of course.” You agreed as you started looking through them.

“Well we must get you to the designer houses as soon as may be for they may need time to finish your gowns in time for all of these events. Take the next couple of days to rest and recoup from your journey from Kent, so on Wednesday perhaps, we should go, in the meantime, the stables have sent gifts to celebrate the event, and your servants have taken the trunks to your quarters for your inspection and we must inform you that you now have a dowry, should you chose to get remarried of fifty thousand pounds.” Agnes suggested. You were being paid thirty thousand pounds for your silence a year, since Edward afforded you fifteen thousand but Richard doubled it for your silance and discretion, but the Morrigan’s estate and business earned them hundreds of thousands of pounds a year which they were using to build an even bigger estate in the country along with a new townhouse in London that was going to rival any other as well, the new country estate was going to rival the Palace of Windsor or even Buckingham Palace. Which is how Edward could afford to give the stables two hundred a fifty thousand pounds to buy you outright from the stables but Edward, when he had not been senile insisted that you were worth every penny. But still, they always viewed you as a gold leech and they were obviously keen to get rid of you and have you ‘latch on’ to someone else.

“Yes, Wednesday would be a good day for that, thank you.” You agreed, in a desperate attempt to get them out of your house so you wouldn’t have to put on this pretence any longer than you had to.

Mourning here lasted a year and a day for widows, the first six months were spent in deep or full mourning, where the widow would wear nothing but black, and the last six months were in half mourning where a little bit of subdued color was introduced back into the wardrobe, which seemed almost alien to you since mouras liked to dress in the brightest and most vibrant colors possible.

But you knew the sooner they could get you remarried after the mourning period- the better for them because they would no longer have to pay for your living arrangements and pay for your allowances. They were going to dump a fortune into getting your market ready and dump you on the first willing suitor who showed interest and they would try to induce you to remarry but you were determined that only the deepest and purist and most genuine love would ever induce you into matrimony now.

If they only knew who you shared a train ride with- they would be going to the gentlemen directly to try to broker a deal behind your back as you wondered exactly what tricks they had up their sleeves to try to pawn you off.

But you had tricks of your own. You just needed a little help...

#Blood For Gold #a story inspired by #@kriskukko #their regency and industrial revolution art #orcs #orc period drama #bridgerton #but orc and fantasy being style #it's going to be so fun!

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bluezey · 3 years

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Inside Onward - The New Iandore

I just got a 2 in 1 laptop tablet combo for Christmas, which means Inside Onward is the last fanfiction I wrote on this hunk of junk laptop. And I couldn’t be prouder of that. Honestly, not only is this the longest fanfic I’ve written, I kinda stopped up and teared up at the last paragraph, not wanting to see this end. Thank you all for reading.

The familiar chime of the smartphone alarm rang through headquarters. Followed by another familiar wake up call of a chipper voice exclaiming, “It’s morning! It’s morning! Wake up, sleepyheads! It’s a new day!”

Fear woke up with a yawn, his arms and nerve stretching as far as they could reach. He then gave a lazy smile to Joy, watching him bound across the room, waking up Anger and Sadness. “Come on, you guys!” Joy cheered, still dressed in his pajamas, but raring to go. “You don’t want Ian to be late for school!”

Fear climbed out of bed and began getting dressed. “You heard him, guys. Let’s go.”

Once dressed and with notebook in hand, Fear followed Joy, Sadness and Anger out the bedroom door and down the stairs onto the Headquarters floor. Greeting them was Disgust busy at the console. “There you guys are,” Disgust said, hands on his hips. “Thankfully, I didn’t need your help getting Ian ready today.”

“That’s good to hear,” Fear commented, scribbling that note down in his notebook. “Disgust is present obviously, then there’s Anger, Sadness, and-“

“Me!” Joy chimed, before interrupting himself with a gasp.

Fear looked back at Joy, confused. “What?”

“You’re finally wearing the sweatshirt again,” Joy awed with a big smile.

Fear looked down at his Willowdale College sweatshirt. “Oh, well, I was just waiting for the right day to wear it.”

“What’s so special about today?” Disgust asked. “We’re just doing an oral report in history.”

“Not that,” Fear commented as he made his way to his locker. He opened it and pulled out a cardboard box. “See, I didn’t feel right if I was the only one who got to wear Dad’s sweatshirt. So, I made a few orders with some mind workers over at Dream Productions wardrobe department and… ta da!” Fear finished, pulling another replica of Dad’s sweatshirt out of the box.

Joy jumped up and down with, well, joy. “Our own sweatshirts! I’ve never been so happy! Oh, I’m gonna try mine on right now!” Joy exclaimed, snagging the sweatshirt from Fear’s hands.

Fear watched as each emotion took a sweatshirt and tried them on, each one fitting them perfectly. Anger rolled up the sleeves on his, Disgust adjusted by placing his comb and pocket mirror in his jeans pocket, and Sadness gladly snuggled up inside the hoodie of the sweatshirt.

“Glad you all like it,” Fear told everyone. “Now come on, let’s get Ian fed and off to school!”

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The emotions gathered around the console, proudly watching Ian standing in front of the entire class, telling his story about his first epic quest for his history class. Months ago, Fear wouldn’t dare dream of the idea to his worst enemy. And here he was, just as excited as Joy is to let Ian stand out and tell the tale.

“And I believe, with a little magic in your life, you can do almost anything,” Ian concluded.

“Is that how you fixed the school?” one classmate asked.

“Yes,” Ian replied as he picked up his wizard’s staff, which was leaned against the chalkboard beside him.

“Is that how you also destroyed the school?” another student asked.

Ian sheepishly held his staff and replied, “Uh, also, yes?”

Fear shuttered nervously. “I hate Q and As.”

“Okay, so we had a hiccup,” Joy shrugged.

Disgust grinned as a bunch of familiar classmates approached Ian. “Here come Ian’s friends.”

“Great speech, Ian,” an elf student said.

“You coming to the park later?” a troll student asked.

“You know it,” Ian replied.

“Yay! Play time at the park!” Joy cheered.

“Joy,” Disgust told Joy. “Teenagers don’t have play time. They hang out.”

“I hope we don’t get too much homework,” Sadness sighed.

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“Mom, I’m home,” Ian announced as he walked through the door. As the teenage elf placed his staff by the front door, he was almost caught off guard by a slender serpent bodied pet dragon leaping up and encircling his body to greet him.

“Hi Blazey, we’re home!” Joy almost sang as he took over at the controls. “Who’s a good dragon? Who’s a good dragon?”

After Ian gave Blazey a good scratch under her chin, the dragon ran off as Laurel entered the room. “So, how was school today?”

Ian folded his hands behind his back with a smile, as Joy and Disgust helped him respond, “It was pretty good.”

“Well, alright,” Laurel replied with a smile.

Just then, Colt entered the room, coffee cup in hand and a brand new wedding band on his finger. “Hey there, Ian,” he greeted. “You working hard?”

“Nope,” Ian replied. “Hardly working.” The emotions’ laughter almost drowned out Colt’s braying laugh.

Fear turned and watched Family Island light up with Ian’s response to Colt. After giving a careful double take, Fear left the emotions behind at the console and quickly made his way to the window. He overlooked the islands with a smile, starting with Family Island, now with a new Colt Bronco statue next to the Laurel statue. He panned over the Islands with a smile, observing every single one. Science Island, with its influence on space. School Island, proudly highlighting Ian’s math skills. Friendship Island, expanded to accommodate all of Ian’s new friends. Smartphone Island, a little smaller, but still a piece of Ian. Wizard Island, with a glow shimmering from atop Ian’s staff like the light of a lighthouse. Fear smiled wide as he scanned every single island.

Then stopped at Dad Island.

Thankfully, it has changed to show how much of an impact just one day with half a dad had on Ian’s life. Along with some pictures of Dad and a large replica of the Dad audio cassette, there was a large replica of striped purple socks draped on one side of the island, and a statue of Dad’s legs sitting on the edge of the other side. Dad’s legs were beside Family Island, making it look like they were connected. But, Fear’s smile faded, knowing that wasn’t true.

“Well well,” Joy commented, standing behind Fear. “If I’m not mistaken, I think Dad Island is a little closer today.”

Fear jumped from being startled, before giving a nervous smile. “Oh, hey Joy,” he exhaled a sigh, going back to looking melancholy over the island. Fear promised that Ian would finally meet his Dad, and he would be a better person because of it. But, only one part came true.

Joy watched Fear for a moment, then gave a supportive smile. “Hey. We’ll get Dad on Family Island one day.”

Fear gave half a smile. “Thanks, Joy.”

“I’m serious,” Joy replied. “We may not find another Phoenix Gem, but I’m sure there’s plenty more stories of Dad out there.”

Fear gave a full smile at Joy as the happy emotion gave the fearful emotion a big, warm side hug.

“Get off of him or you’re dead meat!” Anger shouted.

Fear and Joy turned to see onscreen Ian successfully grabbing Barley, flipping him out of his grapple and slam him onto the ground. Joy and Fear could hear Family Island chime behind them.

“Woo! Nice one, Anger!” Joy exclaimed, running up and giving the red emotion a fist bump.

“Phew! Thank goodness I wasn’t here for that,” Fear commented as he approached the console. “Barley sneaking up on us still scares the heck out of me.”

Ian took up his staff as he and Barley stepped out of the house. “So, how’s the new van?”

“Oh, Guinevere the Second is great!” Barley commented. “I’ve almost got enough saved up for a sweet paint job.”

“No, please, don’t,” Ian replied.

Barley looked surprised and confused. “Why not?”

“Stand back, boys,” Disgust told the other emotions as he took the controls. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.”

“Cause I already took care of it,” Ian replied, motioning his staff to the side of the van.

Barley turned and was immediately jumping and screaming with joy. On the side of the mandarin orange van was a mural of a Pegasus from Barley’s first van, with the same background color as old Guinevere. Upon the mighty steed was Barley in his adventure outfit, boldly his sword onward, with Ian dressed as a wizard at his side.

The emotions cheered as Joy exclaimed, “He loves it!”

Disgust brushed a blue curl from his face as he replied smugly, “Yeah, I know.”

The brothers climbed into the van and Barley backed out of the driveway. “Now, the best way to the park is to take a trail that I like to call the Road of Ruin,” Barley told Ian.

Ian gave an unimpressed shrug. “Nah, too obvious.”

Once again, Barley was thrown off his guard. “Wait, what?”

Joy turned to Fear with a big, bold grin. “You ready?”

Fear grinned back, a little less big, but still bold for a Fear. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“On a quest,” Ian quoted, as he took up his staff, “the quickest path is not always the right one.”

And with that, Joy and Fear slammed their hands down on a button between them on the console.

Ian held his staff aloft until the tip reached the ceiling. “Avi Volanta!” Ian declared, and Guinevere the second was enveloped in sparking white magic from the inside out. And, as Barley took the wheel, the van lifted off into the air and flew over the rooftops of their neighborhood. The brothers cheered in their success, and a rush of adrenaline from flying above New Mushroomton.

Inside Ian’s head, the emotions cheered on their Ian, with Fear occasionally reminding them all to focus on keeping the van in the air. They don’t want the brothers to crash!

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Later that afternoon, as it was becoming evening, Fear snuck off real quick one more time. He made his way to the center of the Headquarters floor and tapped his foot on a button, making the core memory holder rise from its hiding place. Fear took a quick glance over the core memories, one for each part of Ian’s personality. After taking a brief pause on the blue and yellow memory powering Dad Island, Fear knelt down and inspected the core memory powering Family Island. While still in the holder, Fear brushed his finger against it, making it move to a memory of Laurel holding infant Ian while singing him to sleep. He moved his finger against it again, and the vision changed to Ian standing at the altar with Barley at Laurel and Colt’s wedding. He brushed against it once more, and the memory changed to kid Barley helping Ian learn to walk, followed by a vision of grown Ian hugging Barley back atop the remnants of the cursed dragon.

Each and every vision was still shining a bright and cheerful yellow, and Fear couldn’t be any more glad to see that.

“Come on, Fear!” Joy called out from the console. “Ian and Barley just made it home!”

“Oh! Coming!” Fear tapped his foot down on the button, and the core memory holder returned to its resting place, core memories and all. Fear returned to his place at the console, with his friends and coworkers, as Ian and Barley stepped into the front door of the Lightfoot home.

#inside onward #pixar inside out #pixar onward #sir iandore of lightfoot #ian lightfoot #barley lightfoot #joy #sadness #anger #disgust #fear

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 3 years

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I’m curious... What do the prefects think of Aline? 👀

(Sorry if I end up spamming you with asks like this)

Sorry it ended up being so late, but here you go @twstankin! Thank you for the ask! ❤️

Also, lol, dw about that!

“That one... she always does what she wants and never listens to me even though I’m her Prefect. Not to mention that condescending ‘doll’ nickname...”

Rosalia Morgainne: Aline’s dismissive attitude of Rosa as a Prefect would make their relationship quite difficult at the beginning. Rosa already struggles with not being taken seriously and being referred to as ‘doll’ would make her feel like she’s still caught in the shadows of ‘Cherry’ and treated like a child. She wants her dorm mates to take her seriously, which is why she tries to act like a grown-up and Aline’s attitude towards her would be a constant reminder of how much she’s failing at that particular endeavour. She’d try to impose herself before her with little success, but I think it would only make things worse since Rosa is just acting out the part rather than actually believing it.

“Dumont-senpai? She’s... well, she’s my senior and such relationships must be respected.”

Blanche Dion: Serious and responsible as always, Blanche would disapprove of Aline’s more frivolous tendencies, but because she takes seniority quite seriously she wouldn’t comment on it. The doll comments make her feels rather uncomfortable too because it reminds her too much about what her mother expects her to be when compared to her siblings.

“Hah... I wonder if I can get her mother to sponsor me? Being a big brand and all that has to have its advantages financially, right?”

Marcia Pyroeis: Not one to lose any opportunity, Marcia would have boldly approached Aline during her first year to attempt to secure a sponsorship from her since she’s always trying to scout a sponsor. She’s easy to get along with so Marcia would ignore Aline’s tendency to call people ‘doll’ in order to remain on her good side.

“Reminds me of the ghoul too much, that one... creepy lot, ugh.”

June Himalia: Though they’re in the same year, since Aline is in the same class as Vita they don’t really have many opportunities for interaction since June avoids that classroom like the plague. Since Aline comes from a well-off family, June thinks of her as just another rich kid who doesn’t know much about back-breaking hard work. Moreover, she usually sees Rosenhex students as frivolous and superficial so she rarely bothers approaching them.

“...Strife within the herd is often fatal.”

Diana Arrow: Diana keeps away from things that do not concern her directly, so she would be merely content to observe Aline whenever the two interacted. Her odd tendencies would interest Diana only in the sense that she sees it as challenging Rosa’s authority. She’s a big believer in pack unity within the dorm, so seeing such blatant disrespect towards a Prefect would give her pause.

“Um, Miss Dumont is certainly a character, isn’t she?”

Cassandra Delphinne: They’re both members of the Photography club so she’s somewhat familiar with Aline. She finds her a bit intimidating, not only due to her height, and generally tries not to get her attention too much. The ‘doll’ nickname confuses her quite a bit, and she isn’t sure if it’s supposed to be a compliment or a thinly-veiled insult meant to unnerve her. Regardless, she’s usually quite nervous in her company, though also tries to be respectful and polite.

“Rosenhex... whether Prefect... or student... they’re all... the same... annoying...”

Agatha Voisin: Agatha has an overall poor view of Rosenhex students due to their preoccupation with physical appearance and because most of them conform to the standard definition of ‘cute’. Aline’s tendency to call people ‘cute dolls’ would irk her quite a bit because she would instantly assume she’s mocking her. Agatha does find amusement in seeing Aline ‘bully’ Rosa however, since she feels like the latter deserves it.

“Mm, the little one is rather excitable, isn’t she? Still, this much is to be expected of Rosenhex witches.”

Vita Dies: As classmates and seat neighbours, the two end up in the other’s company quite a lot, so Vita is free to witness Aline’s personality changes, She finds it quite amusing to see people fall for the ‘Big Sister’ act she puts on and is content to merely watch things go along at their pace. She sometimes gets to see Aline ‘bully’ Rosa which satisfies her need for chaos and disfunction, and might even occasionally join in to troll her as well.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanschool #walpurga nacht academy #rosalia morgainne #blanche dion #marcia pyroeis #june himalia #cassandra delphinne #agatha voisin #vita dies #Aline Dumont #ask

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idjitlili · 4 years

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Rain

Kili x reader

Imagine just sitting in the rain until someone interrupts your alone time.

Word count:2086

Gandalf had asked you to accompany the company on reclaiming erebor, he hadn't found you long before the journey. As a child you family had been slaughtered to death, this led you to live a life on your own in the shadows. Alone. That was like that until you were 13 then Gandalf sorta adopted you, he had introduced you to Elrond ,and lady Galadriel. Sometimes-you would stay with either of them while Gandalf went and did something dangerous, you always begged him to allow you to come. He never allowed you.

You taught basic fighting skills, not gonna lie you were uncoordinated , so those fighting skills where a little shit. However you had other skills : potato cooking, saucepan defences( samwise much?) ,some what sewing skills,plus you were taught by the elves to basic braid. Pretty lame skills but they could come in handy. You were still young ,only 18 but you mind set was completely different to another human girl in middle earth. You remember your parents, but it hurt so bad , you didn't get to live out your childhood. You felt like you were losing memories of what they looked like every day, and it was horrible. Soon the only thing would be left was the face of their killer.

Bilbo had joined the company a few days ago, so you were on your way to erebor. You kept to yourself , you didn't make an effort to talk to anyone. Bilbo talked often and Thorin would snap at him, he would with you because you didn't do anything. You a very emotional person you got upset if someone shouted at you..

Now you sat upon a brunette pony with you , secured on the back with ropes. Gandalf had went ahead to scout; an danger. Leaving you alone to your thoughts, that was until it started pouring down. The smell of the rain , was comforting, the rain was your favourite. The rain against your skin was like a fresh piece of fruit. You used to dance or just in the rain when you were younger, and now you were already sitting. It was amazing.

You pull off your coat and tunic leaving you in your vest, shoving it into your bag. Free shower; you hadn't washed in a while. The company around you look at you in shock as a smile slipped on your face slightly, you rarely smiled. Okay okay so maybe revealing your body also caught their attention. Your hair stuck to your face , dipping wet. You body was developedish , still growing, you had acne. Your breasts weren't noticeable with your thick coat , and tunic but now yes they were.

The water had soaked into your vest sagging it down, making it stick to your skin, defining your bust. It was/wasn't much to show in honesty. The Durin brothers couldn't help but glance your way multiply times. "M-miss what are you doing?" Fili had questioned you from beside his brother, Kili.

" I don't know, I just like the rain." You spoke quietly, barely anyone had heard you talk only to Gandalf. You were surprised he even knew name. "Are going to get sick with no clothes on lassy." Bofur had spoken up behind you. "If I didn't I think there would be less protests." Kili laughed at you with his brother, shocked at your outburst even if it was quiet.

After that Kili had brought his pony to walk next to you with fili the other side if you, and Thorin called to stop for the night. As it stopped raining.

Gandalf had came back shaking his head at you, in disappointment this wasn't the first time. You always got sick after, but yet you still did it. You had laid your bed roll under a tree , in hopes the ground would be dry. Wrapping your other thin blanket around your waist like a towel , so you could remove your trousers without anyone seeing. Standing in your socks on the bedroll, with your boots next to the tree. Kili had been watching your actions, only for Fili to nudge him teasingly on the log infront of the fire.

Once you had removed your trousers , you had hung them on a branch on the tree to dry overnight. You whipped the blanket off and infront of you like a wall so you could lay in your roll. The floor was freezing, as was your vest. You had reached into your bad for your tunic , placing it over the wet vest. Then you had secretly, taken the vest off, with that trick where you pull the straps through the arm holes of your tunic. Allowing you to pull the vest down and over the tunic and off.

You groan realising you would have to get up and hang the vest. Also FYI the company had already dealt with the trolls the other night, you weren't involved because you had went to pee. Anyways you had just groaned before someone stood beside you , "do you want me to hang that up for you?" A stern voice had spoke from that position , you look up to see Kili. your face reddens in embarrassment, yet you nod yes,holding the vest for him to take. In which he does gently ,turning swiftly to hang it on the branch next to your pants, before turning back to you.

"God you must be freezing." He commented after feeling your vest, "oh uh .. well it's my own fault ." You sat against the tree , fiddling with your hands while Kili stared down at you. "its going to rain plenty on this journey , we don't want you getting sick , I can't allow you to freeze. " he spoke before rushing back to his brother , as they whispered to each other. You may have not known them long but you knew they were never ones to whisper, they were always loud and obnoxious.

You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing them to transfer thermal energy.

Lost in focus of warming up you don't notice someone dropping their bedroll next you with their rest of their stuff before leaving again. That is until , they come back getting in their bedroll, leaning against the tree with you , so close your shoulders are touching.

You quickly move your hands to your lap, Kili holds a bowl of hot stew infront of you gesturing for you to take it. You take it with both hands , smiling up at him, making him grin, before diving into his own stew.

Before you know it your stomach is warmed by the stew slightly. And you fall asleep still freezing , but you wake up warm. You didn't know kili would wrap his arms around you , transferring his body heat. Kili would give you your stew and set his bedroll next to , with his brother next to him. Fili would tease kili endlessly when you weren't around about him being whipped for you.

The next time your friendship turned into more was when you had saved him at lake town. Okay so you had learnt more from the elves than you let on. Which led you to saying kilis life then Smaug had attacked so you all hoped on a boat. Bards children too and Bain had left for his father even with your pleads for him not too.

You had sat next to kili in the boat as Fili and Bofur paddled the boat. You didn't v know what it was called. You had given Tilda and Sigrid your coat as they were freezing to death in their dresses. Leaving you just in your Tunic and trousers, you rubbed your arms yet again, only for kili to pull you into his lap, causing you to gasp quietly. You tried to not sit on his wound as he pulled you into his chest wrapping in his coat with him. "B-but kili your l-" he had cut you off pressing a kiss to your forehead, causing bards daughters to giggle.

"I'm fine, plus you saved me." He smirked Down at you, a blush washed your face still from his kiss. "It was beautiful." He spoke to you quietly. "W-what?" You couldnt deny kili was very attractive and you had grown a huge crush on him, you stuttered around him no one else. He made butterflies bloom inn b your stomach. "When you were healing me. I had never heard you speak so clearly before. Your voice is truly beautiful." You had looked him in awe , he really made your stomach flip.

"T-thank you." He brought one hand to your chin , turning your face to him, causing you to look deeply into your eyes.

"There's no need to be nervous around me. I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered so only you could hear, his tone was full of love , obviously you just thought he was being nice. "Okay,kili." You gulped before speaking , he continued to gaze at you now smiling widely. Before he does anything there's a huge crash , and Smaug had been killed, in which we took the girls to shore.

Sigrid offered your coat back you ushered her to keep it, but she grabbed you hand ushering you out of kilis lap. She smiled at you excitedly "that dwarf he truly likes you. " you blush at the girl who's sister is telling kili the same thing. "Really?" It was hard to believe anyone would like you, you felt as if you were made not be loved. She nodded excitedly before wishing you luck bringing you into a hug , and looks at kili smirk to kili , mouth 'she likes you.' After that she waves goodbye with her sister to find her father.

You walk back to sit down next to kili but before you could he guides your butt into his lap, wrapping you into his coat with him against. You sat side on so you weren't facing away from kili. His strong arms secured you in place safety. " what was that about?" He questioned smirking.

"Uhh, just a question about female thAngs." You knew that was the worst lie, he chuckled "oh I bet."

Soon the boat took off, and you all began walking to erebor. Kili had forced you to take his coat, as dwarves didn't feel the cold as much as human or some shit. Before you knew it you were at erebor, you had met with bilbo , saying Thorin had changed you had quickly shrugged off Kilis coat passing it to him roughly.

He looked at you confused. "No you keep it , you will be cold." You shook your head ," if Thorin sees he will assume things and have my head. I don't like being shouted at kili." You whimpered slightly at the end, Kili had brought you away from the others and Thorin.

"I wouldn't allow that to happen. What would he assume?y/n?" He smirked at you, you face flashed with red. "That we are uh together." You avoided eye contact, with the dwarf.

" maybe I wish for him to." He had whispered to you, sending chills down your spin. "W-what? Why?" You look at him in surprise. "I have admired you for a long time. I thought my flirtatious gestures presented my feelings for you." You heart was leaping out of your throat as he cupped your cheeks, leaning towards your lips pressing his soft lips to yours briefly.

"Now wear my coat, I expect I will be wearing you one night, if you get me?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. "Oi." You whispered shouted , as he put his coat on you securely. He smirked at you pressing another short kiss to your lips, pulling away from you afterwards.

"You made it kili ,and miss y/n. Hello." Thorin slides into view , his eyes now taking in your appearance raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah y/n saved me with some elvish healing thang." Thorin hummed in response.

"So, you and miss y/n ?" Kili nodded , grabbing your hand in his.

"Very well." You gasp in shock at Thorins calm words as Bilbo jumps out .

"Haha I knew it." Bilbo approaches you two,

"Like you aren't begging for Thorin, dildo gaggins." You whisper to the hobbit , blushed hard , Thorin eyes the situation suspiciously, before leaving.

"I am not!" He had protested.

#the hobbit imagine #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit x you #kili x y/n #kili x you #kili imagine #the hobbit kili #kili x reader #kili the dwarf #the hobbit

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