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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 9

Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook

Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.

What started as a sweet moment between you and the boys ended off with tears and frustration. And perhaps now, you’re back to square 1. You’re just strangers to one another.

It was the weekend and the boys were going to come over to surprise you and take you out for lunch. But when they arrived, they stopped. You were crouched in front of the big tree that was beside your house. They moved quietly. In front of you were some fruits, alcohol and a photo.

“Grandpa, yet another year has passed since you’ve left. How are you doing?” You whispered as you had your eyes closed, your hands clasped together in silent prayer.

“I miss you.” The wolves all smelled the faint salty tears that fell from your eyes. Their hearts ached as they mourned with you.

“Should we go?” V turned to his brothers.

“We should comfort her. Maybe she doesn’t want to be alone.” Jimin said. They slowly approached you. You heard the footsteps and quickly turned around, afraid it was that predator again.

“Oh, it’s you guys.” You quickly hid your face to wipe your tears hastily.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from us, angel. You don’t ever have to hide your feelings from us.” RM softened. You tried your best to force a convincing smile.

“Can we pay our respects?” Suga asked.

“You don’t have to!” You shook your hands and head.

“We want to.” Jungkook smiled softly and you nodded, stepping aside. They went in twos, except the youngest 3 that went together. They each kneeled down on the straw mat that you laid out, giving a deep bow and introducing themselves to your grandpa. It was a hard sight to watch as you turned away to cry softly.

“Come here.” Seokjin wrapped an arm around you, letting you cry into your shoulder. No matter how long it has been, it still hurt. Your grandfather left a gaping hole in your heart.

“Sorry.” You cried.

“You don’t have to be sorry, (y/n).” He whispered, rubbing your back in a form of comfort.

“My grandfather would have loved to meet all of you.” You smiled softly, wiping your tears with your sleeves. The boys softened, remembering that you said the exact same words to them when they were wolves.

“I only have photos to use now when I pay respects to him. One of his last wishes was for me to scatter his ashes into the lake, where we used to have picnics together. He didn’t want me to keep him around and be reminded that he left me.” You scoffed silently.

“Your grandfather sounds like such a great man.” J-Hope said.

“He was. He was stubborn, for sure. But I owe him everything. My life wouldn’t be what it is now if it weren’t for him.” You looked at the photo of you and him on the ground.

“Shall we go have a picnic by the lake then? For old times sake.” Jungkook suggested. At first, the others all sent him ridiculous looks.

“That... sounds like a great idea.” You gave a small smile.

“In your faces.” Jungkook smirked triumphantly. Instead of cooking elaborate dishes, the boys were happy to help you prepare simple sandwiches and cut fruit. After all, the picnic was for the remembrance of your grandfather. You all headed down to the lake, you carrying your grandfather’s photo in your hands. You sat at the same spot as always.

“The weather is great.” Jimin took a deep breath. You nodded in agreement. As if sent in a flashback, you could see your grandfather standing by the edge with you on his shoulders as a little girl.

The wolves could all feel what you were feeling, that great big mix of emotions.

“Thanks for letting us tag along, (y/n).” V said softly.

“No need to thank me. You’re my friends. And besides, my grandfather wouldn’t want me to be alone. He always mocked me for not having friends and being alone. I should be thanking you guys for following me.” You turned to them.

“We will always be here when you need us.” RM promised and you felt a great warmth in your heart.

The boys all ate 3 sandwiches each while you ate one, not having quite the appetite to eat. Taking your small knife, you started to cut an apple, peach and some strawberries, putting it on the communal plate. You grabbed a strawberry but before you could put it in your mouth, someone stole it.

“Hey!” You exclaimed as Jimin chewed happily.

“That was mine! There’s plenty more there.” You pouted, pointing to the other plate. Jimin grinned.

“You know, I feel like I have been through this before.” You confessed with a laugh. The 7 of them stared at you, silently encouraging you to tell them about the 7 wolves that you spent time with.

“It’s nothing.” You shook your head, turning back to the lake. They all shot you a flat look. Now, if you actually noticed and saw that, you would have definitely got the hint that these boys had some sort of connection to same 7 wolves that would send you the same flat look when they were unimpressed by you. You sighed and closed your eyes.

“(y/n).” RM called and you hummed in reply.

“Who are these... people that you talk about? Are they not here anymore?” He asked and the others all waited for your answer with bated breaths.

“Well, they aren’t exactly people. Would you believe me if I told you that they were animals? Like... a pack of wolves?” You chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“There are wolves here?” Jungkook feigned ignorance.

“We believe you. There isn’t a reason that we shouldn’t.” Suga shrugged as he popped a piece of peach into his mouth.

“One came to me, injured and homeless. I took care of him until I met his pack. There were 7 of them, just like how there are 7 of you. After that, they were ready to return to where they came from and left. That night V found me, I swear I saw one of them.” You finally told them the truth.

“We-”

“It was nice of you to do that. Opening up your home to wild animals. You risked your safety.” J-Hope cut Jungkook off before he could say anything recklessly.

“I did tell them to visit me again. Maybe I’ll see them soon. I just hope they’re okay, where ever they are.” You smiled.

“We are right here, (y/n), we’re okay. We never left your side.” They all thought fondly.

“Let’s head back. The clouds are gathering.” Jimin said as he saw the dark clouds rolling in. All of you packed up your things and left the lake. The boys decided to invite you over for a while just to continue hanging out. You were thankful for that, not really wanting to be alone today, especially if it was going to rain soon.

“Tea?” V offered and you nodded your head, happy to have another cup of his custom blend.

“Hey, (y/n). Wanna go check the library out?” RM invited. You nodded excitedly and stood up, following him to the library. He showed you all the different shelves on the wall and you briefly skimmed through the titles.

“Here it is. Take your time to read it. There’s no hurry.” RM reached up the grab the book that you intended to borrow in school when you were in the library.

“Thank you. I’ll take care of it.” You smiled, holding the book to your chest. RM ruffled your hair.

“Let’s go.” He opened the door and led you out.

“It’s pouring out there. You should wait a while before you go back, it could be dangerous.” Seokjin stated. You sat on the couch and nodded, watching the rain fall and hit the glass of the sliding door. The rain was comforting but with that, it was getting cold.

“(y/n), would you like to change into something more comfortable while you’re here? It may get cold.” Suga offered, a black hoodie and light grey sweatpants in his hands.

“You don’t have to. I just thought...” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Thanks, Suga.” You took the clothes from him. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as you excused yourself to the bathroom to change.

When you came out, the boys’ heads all shot to you. You tugged on the end of the hoodie awkwardly. The clothes looked oversized on you, which made you look cuter and the fact that you wearing one of their pack member’s clothes made your scent mix with theirs. Coughing, Jungkook stood up and walked out of the living room.

“Is he okay?” You asked in concern.

“He’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” Jimin smiled with assurance. You nodded and placed your folded clothes into your bag.

“Thank you for lending me your clothes.” You turned to Suga.

“No problem.” He gave a tight smell. They were all having a mental scream fest, each one shouting at the other to calm down because they could clearly see how uncomfortable they were making you.

“Stop staring at her, you creep!” V shouted at Jimin.

“Well, tell Suga hyung to stop sitting as stiff as a board then! What kind of motive did you have?!” Jimin screeched.

“Hey, I just wanted her to feel comfortable and not catch a cold. I didn’t think it would create such an effect.” Suga growled. Jungkook was the only one responsible enough to remove himself from the situation, knowing he cannot control his alpha self that well like Suga and RM yet.

“Right, like you didn’t know.” J-Hope rolled his eyes.

“Enough! You’re all making her uncomfortable!” Jin hissed. You blinked at the tense faces on the boys’ faces. Some looked straight up tense while the others were looking at the ground.

“Should I change back? I’m sorry...” You stood up.

“No!” They all reached out to try and stop you, making you jump back at their loud voices.

“Forgive them. It has nothing to do with you. The rain does something to them.” RM smiled and you nodded your head, giggling after. The wolves all sent their pack leader a glare for making them seem like they’re crazy.

“Let’s watch a movie.” V suggested. You nodded your head and they decided to choose a studio Ghibli movie. Jimin ran upstairs to call Jungkook down. Everything turned to the wall where the television was stuck to. You comfortably leaned on J-Hope’s shoulder as you all watched. The rest sent jealous looks, wishing they had chosen to sit there.

It felt nice and warm, sitting with the boys and watching a movie. For some reason, whenever you did anything with them, it felt perfect and right. It was like you were with them in your own little world.

“Guys.” J-Hope called. Everyone turned to him.

“She’s asleep.” Jungkook cooed. As if on cue, you curled into J-Hope’s body warmth even more, making the boy’s cheeks turn red.

“Aww.” The boys melted.

“Come on. Let’s bring her to the room to let her rest.” Seokjin said. How did they decide on which room to bring you to? Of course, a good game of rock, paper, scissors.

“Yes!” V cheered. He lightly slipped his arms under you, taking you away from J-Hope and carrying you up the stairs. You let out a whine as your main source of heat was taken away, which V thought was absolutely adorable. He laid you on his bed, lightly putting the duvet over your frame.

“Rest well.” He pressed a light kiss to your forehead. V had to fight the temptation to slide into bed next to you and hold you. He didn’t want to scare you off when you were getting comfortable around them.

“No.” He gripped the doorknob until his knuckle turned white. With a deep breath, he finally left the room.

Your eyes fluttered open as you yawned. Sitting up, you looked around to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. Panicked, you got out of bed but saw a picture of V and Jimin on the wall, this must be one of their rooms. You let out a sigh of relief, you were still in the boys’ home and even slept in one of their rooms. At least you weren’t kidnapped or something.

“Wait for me!” You heard shouting and laughs. Shuffling to the window, you watched the boys all in the lawn. Jungkook and RM were talking. Well, it was RM who was talking and Jungkook nodding to his words.

“Where’s Tae?” Suga asked.

*Who’s Tae?* You thought as you watched. V jogged out from the house, saluting to the pale boy. Suga rolled his eyes.

“We were waiting for you.” Suga stated while V or... ‘Tae’ bowed his head in apology. Suga stepped back, away from your sight and suddenly, a white wolf jumped out onto the dirt.

*Y-Yoongi?!* You were in shock as the white wolf shook his fur.

“Jungkook will lead the way.” RM told the white wolf and V, who nodded their head. V removed his hoodie, making you look away from a while in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe your eyes, no, it must have been a hallucination or you were still dreaming.

V... or ‘Tae’ shifted into a wolf... Taehyung right before your eyes, tearing the material of his pants to the ground. Jungkook finished talking to RM and did the same, shifting in the dark grey wolf that was all too familiar.

“Kookie...” You whispered. Jungkook or ‘Kookie’ stretched his hind legs, pawing at his ears as he yawned. When he looked up, his eyes met that of yours.

“HYUNG! (Y/N)!” Jungkook roared. Tears blurred your vision as you stepped back, tripping over the edge of the bed and falling onto the ground. You quickly collected your things and threw the door open.

“(y/n)...” You ran into RM, Seokjin, J-Hope and Jimin just as you were going down the stairs.

“I-I need to go.” You looked away

“Listen, (y/n). What you saw-”

“I don’t w-want to hear it. Please... I need to go home.” You cried. It broke their hearts to hear you beg them to leave their presence, so desperate to get away from them. The boys respected your decision, stepping aside for you. You hastily wore your shoes, making sure you didn’t leave anything before fleeing out the door. You ran all the way home, slamming the door behind you.

You slid down against the door, your choked sobs escaping from your mouth. What were you supposed to feel? Betrayed? Angry? Upset? Scared? Your head started to pound.

“Werewolves aren’t real.” You pulled your hair. You managed to haul yourself to your room, curling up under the covers.

“Grandpa, what’s going on?” You looked over at your grandfather’s photo that you had.

Maybe it was time to not see the boys for a while.

“What do we do?” Jimin paced up and down. This wasn’t what they planned, this wasn’t how the pack agreed they were going to tell you their secret.

“Chim, calm down. Breathe.” Yoongi tried to stop the younger from pacing, it was making all of them dizzy but he knew Jimin couldn’t help it. All of them were freaking out and they needed to come up with something quick or they would lose their chance.

“Whatever it is. Let’s give her some time to collect her thoughts.” Jin said.

“But what if she decides to not talk to us anymore?” Jungkook chewed on his thumbnail nervously, his leg shaking.

“Then that’s her decision to make and we should respect it. Hyung is right, going to her now and talking to her is only going to confuse her even more. Give her some space and let her think about it.” Namjoon told the pack.

“I mean it. No visiting her.” Namjoon growled.

“Yes, leadernim.” They replied as Namjoon went up to his room. None of them had the appetite to eat dinner that night, staying awake the whole night.

Taehyung stood in the yard, staring into the forest but not taking a step. He sat his butt down, just staring into the darkness before him. Jimin noticed his best friend and walked over. With a soft whimper, he tucked his head under Taehyung’s muzzle, rubbing against his cheek softly in a form of comfort. The fur near Taehyung’s eyes were wet, he had been crying.

“What if she doesn’t accept us?” Taehyung asked.

“She will. Like Namjoon hyung said, we just need to give her time. This is all new to her.” Jimin replied.

“I feel her hurting.” Taehyung looked down.

“We all do.” Jimin referred to the dull ache he felt in his chest. The two wolves just sat there, looking into the forest. A part of them wishes they would see you running back to them.

The next morning, the boys headed down to the bus stop. They waited for you but you never showed up. Of course, they grew worried.

“It’s the last bus. We have to go.” Namjoon called everyone and they nodded, jumping onto the bus. Even if it was the same usual silence, there was an air of sadness that surrounded them. You not riding the bus with them made things feel so different.

“She’s here.” Jungkook could smell your scent.

You were indeed in class already. You went early, not wanting to have to run into them and take an awkward bus ride.

“She came early to avoid us.” Their hearts saddened at that. The thing that broke Taehyung’s heart was that you were sitting in a different seat. You didn’t even want to sit beside him or near them anymore.

“Hello, oppa. (y/n) gave me her seat because she said she couldn’t see the board.” The girl gave Taehyung a sweet, flirtatious smile as he sat back down.

“Go back to your seat.” Taehyung glared. The girl blinked innocently.

“But I like to sit with you.” She let out a whine, trying to act cute. Taehyung wasn’t going to entertain another annoying human girl. He slammed his palm on the table, making everyone in the class look at them. You, however, just continued to face the front, knowing that the commotion was probably because of your changed seat.

“Don’t. Make. Me. Repeat. Myself.” He growled.

“Take a walk, V.” Namjoon was quick to step in. Taehyung stood up harshly, storming out of the classroom.

“I think you should change your seat.” Jimin crossed his arms and the girl immediately scurried over fearfully. She glared at you as you sighed and took your things, going back to your old seat beside Taehyung.

The boys finally got a good look at you. Your eyes were puffy and there were slightly dark circles underneath, evident that you too, didn’t sleep a wink.

“Alright, class.” The teacher came in and began. Taehyung came in just in time, seeing that you’re back beside him. He sat down but didn’t talk to you, respecting your need to be left alone. He clenched his fist in frustration as you did your work as if he was invisible.

“Control yourself, Taehyung.” Yoongi warned.

“It hurts, hyung.” Taehyung said bitterly but tried to relax a little. He didn’t want to scare you even more and drive you even further away from them.

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lostcoves · 3 years

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ft. asahi azumane x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc & warnings: 1.2k | none

premise: in an attempt to kill pandemic boredom, you and your boyfriend attempt to find a new hobby together.

note: this is my piece for love and lockdown, a sinful sluts server collab! wanna thank @kkodzvken and @petalsrdead for being my beta readers!

“(y/n), be careful,” asahi commented to you when you hopped on his back to attempt the double plank yoga pose.

“don’t worry! i got this!” you exclaimed, positioning your feet by asahi’s neck. you gripped your hands on his legs and asahi pushed himself upward, the two of you achieving the double plank yoga pose.

“fuck yeah! we’re doing it!” you cheered.

asahi joined in on your cheers, “yeah! we are–” but the celebrations were cut short when asahi lost his balance, causing the two of you to go crashing down. limbs tangled up, you let out a huff of annoyance and grumbled to your boyfriend, “check yoga off the failed hobbies list.”

“sure thing,” he sighed, disappointed.

spending time with your boyfriend was a good time. you loved your sweet asahi! but throw in a national lockdown due to a pandemic? then time with your boyfriend can turn unbearable very quickly.

you remembered getting the notification on your phone that lockdown was in effect because of the coronavirus, a deadly virus that ravaged many nations. you and asahi, having lived together for a few months, were eating takeout from your favorite thai place when your phones buzzed with the message.

“well, we gotta do something to pass the time in lockdown!” you proposed a list of hobbies the two of you could try while in lockdown. asahi was so happy to spend more time with you, the fashion company he worked for gave him time off because of the pandemic and at home assignments that could be completed whenever so he could dedicate more time to you.

yet, neither of you realized how hard trying new hobbies out was.

hobby number one: mask making

asahi whipped out his two sewing machines and multi-colored cloth while you printed out the instructions on how to create a homemade mask.

“so we just sew this end and that end?” you read off the guide, unsure of to sew a mask. asahi, ever the fashion designer, got it right off the back and got to work sewing. you, on the other hand, struggled to find the correct ends to sew and ended up creating an abomination of a mask.

“ta da!” asahi held up his completed mask, a beautiful masterpiece that could bring a grown man to tears. meanwhile, you held up your backwards, mismatched mask and chuckled nervously, “i don’t think i’m cut out for mask making, azu..”

“should we try a new hobby?”

“yes please.”

hobby number two: baking - more importantly, baking banana bread

with an american chef/youtuber on in the background for motivation, you and asahi suited up to tackle the kitchen. dressed in matching aprons (created by asahi himself), the two of you approached the kitchen with gusto and confidence.

“banana bread, huh?” asahi looked over the recipe you got off the internet.

“it’s all the rage!” you announced, proud to be ahead of the trends.

“this looks easy enough to make. wanna give it a try?” asahi proposed.

excited, you responded with a nod and you both got straight to work with dealing out the ingredients and prepping the oven for the banana bread. baking with your boyfriend was so romantic! you couldn’t wait to see the end product of your baking.

not even ten minutes later, you and asahi were standing in your kitchen, as the firefighters put off the enormous fire your banana bread caused. with your hair singed and asahi coughing up smoke, you deemed this hobby to be a complete and utter fail.

“new hobby?”

“new hobby.”

hobby number three - video games

“look what i got!” you showed off your new gaming console to asahi. his lips formed a small ‘o’ at the sight of the shiny console and he asked, “you got the new nintendo switch?!”

“yup! my parents sent this over to help us kill the boredom,” you whipped out a game case with the words ‘mario kart 8 deluxe’ on the cover, “and they sent a few games for us to play.”

“your folks are the best,” asahi laughed.

“wanna play a round of mario kart?” you offered to your boyfriend.

“sure why not! it will be fun!”

it was, in fact, not fun.

asahi was a bit of a sore loser when it came to video games. after lost eleven– yes, eleven– races in a row, asahi was on the verge of breaking the console when you interjected.

“let’s do a new hobby, babe!”

“okay..”

hobby number four - making whipped coffee

“okay, i think we can do whipped coffee!” you clapped your hands together, staring at the spread of ingredients before you. asahi eyed the materials warily and asked, “are you sure that we’re not gonna burn the kitchen down.. again?”

“we won’t using an oven!” you countered.

“well.. alrighty then!” asahi smiled, grabbing the ingredients.

not even five minutes passed before the two of you were dealing with another banana bread incident, as the fire department put out the flaming blender. you sighed in frustration, covering your face in your hands at the sight.

“new hobby?” asahi frowned.

“ugh.. yeah, new hobby,” you sighed.

hobby number five - painting

asahi went out and brought home some painting supplies. the two of you would paint one another, a cutesy couple activity. surely, you guys couldn’t mess up painting, right! right? right.

“uh.. azu?” you paused from painting your boyfriend.

“yes, honey?” he asked, stopping his process as well.

“i think i’m allergic to the paint,” you held up your forearm where you had gotten some paint on. ugly red blisters broke out on your skin, traveling up your arm. asahi could only stare in surprise at the sight, unsure what to do.

“azumane, take me to the hospital. i’m about to go into anaphylactic shock.”

"yes, honey!”

to the present

you and asahi just failed couples’ yoga, your sixth attempt at gaining a pandemic hobby. annoyed and upset, you leaned your head against asahi’s shoulder, as he took some deep breaths.

“so,” asahi peered over at you, “from attempting to find a new hobby, you made a monstrosity out of a mask, we burned down our kitchen, i almost broke your gaming console, we burned down our kitchen again, and we had to take you to the hospital for anaphylactic shock.. am i missing anything?”

“nope,” you popped the ‘p’ and huffed, “we suck at this.”

“agreed,” hummed asahi.

“there is one hobby we haven’t tried, though.”

“oh?” you caught asahi’s interest.

“couch surfing.”

thus, you and asahi made your way to your couch and pulled up netflix. down the rabbit hole you both went, as you found yourselves sucked into the world of anime and reality television shows.

“this is the life,” asahi commented, holding you in his arms while you finished up another season of the american show friends.

“it is,” you nodded in agreement.

“totally beats baking and making whipped coffee.”

“oh for sure.”

#bee scribbles #hanimehub #love and lockdown #haikyuu!!#hq!!#haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #karasuno x reader #asahi #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #original work

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honorable-wanderings · 3 years

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Word of Honor - Episode 3 Part 2 - We’re getting INN to it now!

Meanwhile back with Scooby and the Gang. B-characters realize that the Goldilocks is missing and it was only the 3 bears that were killed.

And we can hear them surprisingly well from this far away. Their voices must carry exceptionally well.

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The spiderwebs of DEATH

Seriously though it’s been hours. How has no one either taken these wires down or run into them accidentally? You cannot tell me they have checked every bit of this place for ChengLing’s body if these are still up.

Someone has lied to you Mr. White ‘n’ Blue.

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No you fucking did not. If you were cleaning them up roughly you’d at least get the ones on the main doorways! goddamn.

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Old ppl vs the Ghosts!

COME ON DOWN FOR THE FIGHT OF YOUR LIFE THE ALL DEAD VS THE MOSTLY DEAD THIS SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY BE THERE BE THERE BE THERE.

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The Ghost Valley is a menace! It’s high time someone went in there and eradicated them all!

Huh... never thought of that before...

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Eh. Old people chanting the children’s rhymes doesn’t have the same tension. It’s just not the right feel. It’s a no from me.

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Yes. This is perfectly far enough away. No one could possibly overhear us from this distance! I am a genius!

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We are all very worried about ChengLing’s well being. Yes. That is all. Only his well being. Nothing else. No ulterior motives here. Nope. Purely just good will and worry. :DDDD

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Ah yes! Back to my boys! :D

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You big softie.

Seriously though. He is so considerate of not only Best Boy’s physical well being but really his emotional state and autonomy as well. He doesn’t expect ChengLing to act like a full grown adult but he doesn’t treat him like a little kid either. It’s great and I’m here for it.

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It’s not stalking if we got here first, right? Now you’re stalking me! :D :D :D :D :D

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Some day soon I’ll get you to admit you like me ;)

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Whaaaaaaaaaaaat you’re here to? At this random river?????? OMG what are the chancesssssss?!?!?

At this point I just wanna know fuckin how????

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A-Xiang deserves a fucking medal for putting up with this BS. For real.

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A-Xu you make-a him sad D:

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Zhou ZiShu! Look out! They’re stealing your boat!!

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-Hey if the ghost valley peeps come up to wreck shit it’s gonna be our shit that gets wrecked too you know? -I don’t give a farting fly’s left ass cheek! I’m one foot in the grave already.

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Glazed armor this glazed armor that give me a glazed donut and let’s call it a day. I don’t careeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Are you inn or out?

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Sorry we’re out of space because for some reason we let ourselves rent out the entire establishment to a single person. Like I get he paid for the rooms but it’d still be bad for business?? Like no one wants to go to an inn if they won’t let you stay even though there are empty rooms. Like the fuck

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Look elsewhere? Shit you know this is the only inn in town (apparently)!! Where we supposed to go???

Um... why don’t you try looking at I don’t give a FUCK

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Well well well. Who could have seen this coming?

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Zhou ZiShu is about read to add a few more nails

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This old ragged beggar man is hot as fuck. Set him up in my room at once!

Just end my suffering. I beg you

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ChengLing just gonna keep his mouth shut and stay out of it

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-I gave you my own room! -My room now. Kindly GTFO -But I bought you clothes too! -Yeah no one asked you. GTFO!!

-How have my seduction techniques continued to fail??????????

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Love me pls D:

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If Oedipus invented a wire tap he’s gonna have to work harder to get past me!!

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But he doesn’t look like he’s a bad person

Bad people rarely do.

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Take the bed? I couldn’t possibly!! No! You’re taking care of me and protecting me and you’re old! You take the bed! I’ll sleep on the chair! I’m the best boy!!!

Bitch did I fucking stutter?

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You owe me no explanations. I’m sure you have your reasons and that they’re good ones. But don’t suffer needlessly. Treat your wounds and I won’t ask any more about it.

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MY BOY DOESN’T DESERVE THIS. ALL THIS OVER A PIECE OF FUCKIN SEA GLASS??????????

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Ain’t nobody dope as me I’m just so fresh, so clean (So fresh and so clean clean)

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Daaate niiiiiight

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So I get that you’re like persistently stalking me and all that but like Why??

Because I know you cute as fuck. Why you hiding? Show me what your true face and I’ll tell you what I want. What I really really want.

You first bitch

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Local man tries to pry secrets out of only human in a 10 mile radius who has no ulterior motives and is confused when it doesn’t work.

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Das gay

HDU

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Clink Clink bitch

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Master can you please keep it in your pants for 5 minutes? It’s all I ask. Just 5 minutes of peace! Please!

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Pop Quiz! Who is the second cutest person in the world?

I will settle for anyone who feeds me

Naw. Tsundere is where it’s at.

*Is unimpressed in tsundere*

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Then who is the mostest cutest?

A tsundere with long legs, slim waist, fat ass.

Heavens strike me down now. Please end my misery. Why did I sit here? Didn’t I know better?

Anyone have any more torture nails? Anyone? Please?

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*Insert Mii channel theme*

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We are the unwashed masses. Let’s go fuck some shit up

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Hey guys. Does this look like anime style to you? Someone said it looks like anime but I don’t see it.

I think it looks great! I can’t even draw a stick figure! hahahaha

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Sleepy boi <3

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How the fuck did I become the third wheel?

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*mii channel theme continues*

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Your honored uncle here wouldn’t let us eat anything until you woke up even though he sat at my table. D:

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-Stop acting like a little brat and start acting polite and demure like the other girls

-Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh gross

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We’re doing found family and we’re doing it now!

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Why aren’t you eating?

Yeah! We had to wait all this time for you to get here and you’re not even eating anyway!!!!!!

Well my home and my entire family died, and so did that random boat man who protected me. And also there’s a hole in my stomach. So I don’t have much of an appetite atm.

Oh My God. can you not???

But that’s how I show affection!!!!!!!! D:<

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Shoving food in your face to hide your tears. A time honored tradition.

Also D: Best boy is sad </3

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Oh no. More people I’m supposed to remember.

JESUS FUCK REALLY???

ARE YOU KIDDING ME? HOW MANY? You cannot tell me they are all important. Please tell me I’m not supposed to remember this many people. I can’t handle this.

aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG

THAT’S 11 PEOPLE AT ONCE! WHAT THE FUCK

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Whenever this guy speaks it sounds like he’s trying really hard not to cough in front of the board meeting.

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Okay so what I got from this is

There was a treaty between these peeps and the ghost peeps to say they’ll leave each other the fuck alone

The ghost peeps broke that promise by fucking with the mirror lake sect and so these peeps decided to retaliate

and they’re gonna retaliate by throwing a party? Like I guess they’re just gathering forces? But like it’s a weird way to do it.

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Oh for the love of god.

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Pffffffffffffffff welcome to the circus

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*sigh*

Okay y’all I can remember like 6 people. 7 Max. Y’all gonna have to be picky about who’s important here.

How many of these people do I actually have to know?

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Now what the fuck happened here and why are the twin jades here?

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You two have a piece of the glazed ham. And even though no one is using it it’s really important that we keep it that way. No one must hold all pieces of the glazed ham. Or..... bad things?

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Oh my. Pain o’clock already?

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SOMEONE GET THEIR ASS IN THERE AND GIVE MY BOY A HUG!

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Hey! What do you see? Is he in there? I can’t see a goddamn thing.

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So I know that he’s like what, 15? And like grew up with a dad. But like you know they made him scream “A-Die” and then wake up to Zhou ZiShu’s comforting touch on purpose. You know that was planned.

Maybe not a father, but certainly a father figure.

(Also thanks, A-Xu for answering my request from earlier for someone to comfort the poor boy.)

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What’s this? The sounds of a scuffle???

Whelp. Not anymore.

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Couldn’t he have just ordered them to leave instead?

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The Ghost Valley seems to be following me rather closely.

Oh you have no idea. ;)

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Alcohol detected

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Let me call you a cute pet name and I’ll let you drink from my bottle of nectar. ;)

Oh my god this shit again?

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You know what?

Two can play at this game.

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You wanna see what lies underneath? Rip it off yourself.

Don’t worry! I’m patient! Sleep well! Dream of me! I know I’ll be dreaming of you! ;)

#word of honor #Shanhe Ling #wen kexing #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #Gu Xiang #Writing WoH #spoilers #episode 3 #long post

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snowbellewells · 3 years

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Self Promo Sunday: “Kingdom Come”

This is another one of my early Captain Swan one shots, this one written during the hiatus between 3a and 3b. The idea entered my head when I first heard "Demons" by Imagine Dragons, which is where the title and the lyrics included come from. There was also some added inspiration from episode 3x06 "Ariel" and episode 3x07 "Dark Hollow". I don't think there is anything in here that goes against show canon; it's mostly imagined thoughts and missing scenes that go along with what has happened, and some guesses at what we may see when "Once" returns again in March.

As always, I have no claim to the show, the characters, or the song used. They belong to their creators and I'm merely celebrating their genius!

Also available on both AO3 and ff.net

“Kingdom Come”

by: @snowbellewells

He knew that he should have kept his distance. She was shining light in contrast to his dark shadow, and a villainous wretch was the last sort she needed to have dogging her steps. Yet from their first meeting – knife at his throat, fingers fisted in his hair, hard, dangerous eyes hiding tense, nervous fear – he hadn't been able to pull away. He had no choice but to follow her. Call it a compulsion, an addiction, but he was as drunk on her as he had ever been on his chosen rum, and he despaired from the moment she left him chained atop that bloody beanstalk to any time she had left his side since.

The words Cora had hissed at him in warning echoed back to him, "You chose her…and the consequences of that decision…" Whether it was good or bad for either of them didn't seem to matter to his black, barely-beating heart. It was true: he had chosen the Swan girl…

When the days are cold

and the cards all fold

and the saints we see

are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail

and the ones we hail

are the worst of all

and the blood's run stale

It had become even clearer to him after the Echo Caves. When he had bared his soul and the feelings he harbored for her to be met with only silence and Emma's panicked uncertainty, fearless pirate he might be, but Killian Jones knew he should take a step back. The incredible, unparalleled kiss they had shared in the Neverland jungle told him the Savior was as attracted as he, but she was not ready for him. Her sole focus was on her boy – as it should be – but beyond that, she was running scared from anyone else who might try to breach her emotional defenses.

He knew it had been too much, too soon, to unload the truth about feeling that he could love again upon meeting her, and if he had been free to proceed as himself – as Killian Jones wooing a lady properly – he would have never been so clumsily blunt, but instead he was a pirate captain desperate to prove his loyalty and worth, while stuck on Peter Pan's nightmare island. They had needed to get Neal back without further delay and return to seeking Henry, and so he'd had to make clear that he was correct in the way the infernal cave worked. It had not been easy to look into her beautiful, tormented eyes when he had offered his confession, hoping he hadn't driven a wedge which would push her even farther away. It had been even worse to see her run across the bridge formed for her of their painful admissions, right up to Baelfire without giving him a word of comfort, encouragement, or thanks. He felt his shoulders slump in defeat, hurting more than he had imagined, when the cage holding the Crocodile's son vanished at words from Emma which he could not hear, and she fell into the embrace of her first love.

Killian felt her slipping away – if she had ever been within his grasp at all. Bowing his head, he hid the pain in his eyes from Snow White and Prince Charming's curious, searching gazes. Burning fire within him seared away the tentative hope he had foolishly let kindle within. He was nothing but a pirate, as the Prince had reminded him not so long ago. Though he couldn't help wanting to hold her, it was probably for the best…

I wanna hide the truth

I wanna shelter you

But with the beast inside

there's nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed,

we still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come,

This is my kingdom come

There was no longer any doubt. He was a fool – a sodding, pathetic fool. For him to let a glimmer of belief take root in his chest again was begging for misery, but Killian Jones had felt it growing all the same.

Venturing into the Dark Hollow had been a risky, desperate move at best, but after his face-off with Baelfire and discovering that Emma had not even deemed what had been brewing between them worth mention, self-preservation had not been so high atop his list. He had barely cared what happened to him in their suicide quest to capture Pan's shadow.

Of course, the fiend trying to rip his shadow from his body had jolted things into focus with frightening clarity; especially when he realized that Baelfire was facing the exact same fate, but it was his moniker of 'Hook!' that Emma cried out in horror. That she found the power to magically light their star map shadowcatcher just after her concern for him surfaced was not lost on Killian. No matter how much he cautioned himself not to dwell on it, he couldn't ignore the implications. Emma might not want to admit it, might not be free to show it, but when push came to shove, she cared more for him than she wished to admit.

He had not lied to her when he had promised no deviousness or trickery. If Emma Swan – the Enchanted Forest's lost princess – ever gave him the chance to truly win her heart, he would use no dishonorable means. He understood good form and had once dreamed of being a hero. He might be an orphan and a pirate, not some prince or man of noble blood, and his thirst for revenge had kept him lost in villainy for countless years, but he still had honor, could strive to show it valiantly once again. He knew deep down that she wanted him; what he did not know was if Swan would ever allow herself to acknowledge her desires. He could only vow that he would endeavor to deserve her if she came to him with such a golden opportunity.

Swan needed some joy and lightheartedness in her life. Though she looked fragile, she was hard as steel; she'd had to be for far too long. To him, her beauty was unrivalled, but it was clear that Emma did not see that in herself. He wanted to worship her as she deserved, unfit as he might be to do so. Killian Jones wanted to restore her lad to her, heal the wounds of her past, love her unconditionally, and never leave her side. He trembled to risk pulling her that close; his history proving over and over that anyone he dared to love had suffered a horrible fate. It was better his own heart be crushed than for her to suffer harm by nearness to him. Still, if he fought back the darkness he had sunk into, shouldn't he be allowed to step into the light?

When you feel my heat,

look into my eyes

It's where my demons hide

Don't get too close

It's dark inside

It's where my demons hide

She came to him at the helm of his ship once Henry was truly safe and resting peacefully with Regina watching over him. There had been a scare when Pan had tried to take Henry from them once again, but it appeared Rumplestiltskin's strength had indeed been greater than the ageless boy's, and their antagonist was now trapped safely in Pandora's Box. Sighing as she came to a stop just beyond arm's reach from him and leaned against the Jolly's hull, Emma didn't know if weariness or relief was winning within her at present. She was not sure that seeking out Hook when her emotions were such a mess was a good idea, but it was a need all the same. She was drawn to him like a magnet – impelled to speak to him, to thank him for helping them to get this far…to make sure that he was alright.

Emma knew he had been left hanging, knew he wanted more. What she didn't know was what she had to give. It had nothing to do with still doubting his motives or that he was a pirate; Hook had long since proven himself in her eyes. She simply wasn't sure her heart could let any man in the way he would want and deserve. She found it didn't matter though: she still ached to be near the Captain. He calmed her, despite the turmoil she had been in ever since this voyage started, and his constant support at her back, whatever the situation or whatever her decisions, had given her strength. She wanted to tell him so; if nothing else, he ought to know what it meant to have had him in her corner and that she would not soon forget it.

"Hook…" she began, then shook her head to cut herself off, knowing that wasn't right. Her corrected word came out breathy and more ragged than she had intended, "….Killian…"

He turned to face her when she spoke his name, though he had already known she was there. Just then, she could see everything he was feeling in those ocean blue eyes. Though their decadent depths often smirked, prodded, threatened, or demanded as the situation called for, at that moment they were raw, reflecting mirrors letting her see right into his exposed inner soul.

All the words she had intended to give him flew from her head, and Emma was left standing frozen, swallowing hard and wondering why she wanted to talk at all. With that in mind, she moved to stand before him, just within his reach, when one corner of his mouth tilted up in a tempting smirk as he beckoned her closer. Obviously pleased with himself, he took things a step farther, resting both hand and hook at either side of her waist, his thumb rubbing soothing circles that she could feel the warmth of through the waistband of her jeans, as if he were stilling a skittish animal so it didn't flee. "Was there something you wished to discuss with me, Love?"

"I…" her mouth went dry staring into his eyes and she struggled to focus on anything other than the desire for a second kiss from him, but she finally pieced together coherent words. "I just wanted to thank you…for everything. We couldn't have even followed Henry without your ship and your help. David would be dead by now. And I, well, I just…"

"Come, Lass, it's just me. There's no need to be so formal. I offered you my ship and my services, and I meant it." As he said these words, he was slowly, deliberately, pinning her in his gaze so she understood just how much it did mean to him. He placed the cool, smooth curve of his hook under her chin, tilting her face up to meet his.

"But – it's just – it's so much more than that," she floundered, and if she weren't so grateful and attracted and muddled all at once she would have been irritated that he could sound so composed and romantic while she struggled to get a sentence out. Emotional tears almost welled over her eyelids, but she blinked them back and stepped closer yet, almost begging him to hold her, causing their noses to nearly brush. Looking up at him, she hoped that just maybe her eyes could convey her affection, gratitude, and want without the words that seemed lost to her. Biting her lower lip in nervous anticipation, Emma raised her eyes, blinking, to his cerulean gaze and prayed he would simply read her scrambled mind.

Chuckling low in his throat, Killian seemed to do just that, and wrapped his muscled arms around to reel her in. "All you had to do was ask, Love," he teased, lightly ghosting his lips over her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, forestalling the inevitable and making her heart thud erratically even as she grew impatient for his lips to reach hers. Just as she had grabbed him and driven their first kiss – fast, desperate, bruising – he was taking over this second one, creating a slow, languorous, building simmer that Emma wasn't sure she would survive.

Killian's hand came up to cradle her head, hook resting along her neck on the other side, the one bit of cool relief to the fire in which he had engulfed her. His calloused fingers stroked along her jaw as if hoping to coax her nearer still. This kiss carried their feelings in it; there was still heat and passion, but below it thrummed something more, something deeper: it required a decision. Emma's breath caught at the realization that this kiss was something which might last.

Killian was thinking, hoping, the same thing, hardly daring to believe, but unable to stop it either. Greedy thief and pirate that he was, he wanted more of Emma; it would never be enough. Fool he might be, but he did not aim to stop until he had stolen her very heart. Not so long ago, he had been rudderless, with nothing in this world to keep him but his vengeance. Now, he prayed that he could change his course. At last, he had something to fight for, someone to hold dear. Killian Jones – Captain Hook – had despaired of being anything else but hell bound…until she crossed his path. Perhaps he might still find redemption in Emma. Heaven had to know his every effort and act for good has been due to her. It's all for her.

Don't wanna let you down

but I am hell bound

Though this is all for you,

don't wanna hide the truth…

This is my kingdom come

The door slams in his face – her door – and Killian lets himself slump against the wall, dejected. It all happened so quickly and now Emma is gone. She is beyond his grasp, as he had always known she was. He has waited so long to see her lovely face again, traveled so far, and though he tried to prepare himself for the very reaction he received, it didn't hurt any less when she gave him the blank look which told him his Swan no longer knew him.

Upon their forced return to the Enchanted Forest, he had tried to steer clear of everyone. Angry, wounded, and bitter, he had wanted nothing more than to hide himself below deck on the Roger and drink until he couldn't think of how being ripped from her just when she had given him a chance had hurt. He had not wanted to be near anyone and had made horrible, snarling company when someone forced the issue, but that had not stopped Snow and Charming. Emma's parents were a painful reminder of her, but no matter how he strove to avoid them and steer clear, they would not leave him alone.

It was exasperating how they kept trying to draw him into rebuilding the castle and their kingdom, tried to cheer him up, provided work for he and his crew as supplies were needed from other ports, and generally would not allow him to wallow in his misery as he had desired. They kept repeating that they had faith this separation would not last forever. For some unfathomable reason, he seemed to have found his way into their affection, and they would not let him despair either.

When Regina had finally put together a memory restorative potion, he had been willing to concede that these royal types and their unending hope were not so completely off base. The former evil queen had been almost pleasant and much more willing to help ever since meeting Robin Hood – apparently the man she had been destined to meet long ago. Some of the dangerous emptiness and hurt left her eyes when she was around the archer, and especially near his young son. Killian knew that she hoped Emma would find a way back and bring Henry if she could be made to remember. Regina also knew the rules of the second curse well though; she was to give up the thing she loved most. She couldn't be the one to go after them, couldn't force her hand. She would have to trust those whom she had spent so long fighting against.

Killian had been stunned however when David and Snow both championed his undertaking the quest. Something knowing flickered between the Prince and Princess' eyes, but he didn't waste time trying to figure it out. He was too grateful, touched, and ridiculously anxious to get going, whatever the mode of travel, to ask questions.

Now, faced with the harsh truth, he almost forgets the potion tucked into a pocket of his vest. He had to try True Love's Kiss, had to see for himself if it were possible. He shouldn't have even entertained the dream, and yet he couldn't help himself. He truly thought she loved him…but maybe she still does and has simply forgotten. He has come too far to turn back now without seeing his mission through. Any realm he tries to make his life in now will be empty without her regardless. He will wait for his moment, and he will try again…

They say it's what you make

I say it's up to Fate

It's woven in my soul

I need to let you go

Your eyes they shine so bright

I wanna save that light

I can't escape this now,

Unless you show me how…

Killian stands outside the large, several story building where Emma and Henry now reside, oblivious to the crush of people rushing around him on all sides, looking up to the window he knows is theirs, comforted by the fact that, though she may not remember him right now, they are once again in the same place and time. He can get to her, and he will succeed in bringing her back to her family…and to him.

That she wants him to keep his distance right now means little. He is sorry that she is at last safe with her son and free of the heavy weight of her destiny and he seeks to interrupt that. However, he thinks he knows Emma well enough to believe she would not wish for an illusion over truth; even if it pained her, she would rather face reality. He knows that much of his Swan.

Villain that he has been, that the world has always seen, the selfless action would be to let her go, but he cannot allow himself to admit defeat. Emma has never truly been loved – treasured – as she ought to have been, as he had planned to do. He fervently wishes to be the one to show her what it is to be wholly adored. He wants her to know that she is his whole world, and he needs the chance to see if she can love him in return, keep him striving to live again. The demons that still haunt him, that say her kingdom and his black soul are already lost, try to whisper that he will fail. Their voices hiss that he will never bring her back, that her knowledge and memories are lost forever. Killian pushes those insidious echoes from his mind. Soon, he will meet her haunting, storm-tossed eyes again, and he will make her see.

This is my kingdom come…

Tagging a few others who may enjoy: @searchingwardrobes @kmomof4 @jennjenn615 @laschatzi @whimsicallyenchantedrose @thislassishooked @resident-of-storybrooke @ilovemesomekillianjones @teamhook @revanmeetra87 @scientificapricot @tomeandflickcorner @lfh1226-linda @xsajx @stahlop @donteattheappleshook @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @darkcolinodonorgasm @elizabeethan @wefoundloveunderthelight @jonesfandomfanatic @spartanguard @tiganasummertree @optomisticgirl

#self promo sunday #cs ff #cs one shot #season 3a missing moments #ouat 3b spec fic #kingdom come

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clonesandmoans · 4 years

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Wrecker test Jedi like Mr Incredible yeet Elastigirl

i wanna thank both of y’all for sending these in bc they gave me the first piece of clone inspo i’ve had in weeks and i really needed that. hopefully y’all won’t mind that this is more soft than comedic, maybe the 1k word count on this bad boy will make up for it. if it’s well-received, i might extend it on my personal? idk tho. but anywho, enjoy this fluff pile -jj

neither of you really intended for your relationship to go beyond what it was, what it always had been since you were folded into the ranks of the bad batch. the first instinct was to keep the clones at arm’s length, maintaining just enough friendliness to warrant trust on the battlefield but nothing more. growing attached wasn’t going to do anyone any good if you went and died on each other, but the longer you were both alive and around the other the harder it became to stomach it.

crosshair was far easier to be around than most would usually think. his low standards for others leave plenty of room for him to be pleasantly surprised when things go alright, so the occasional happier lilt in his voice is genuine and you know it is.

wrecker, though? despite the fact he let himself be read like a holonovel, it was like attempting to read a language you didn’t know. you had no idea how to talk to someone that was so open and honest, utterly devoid of any motives other than what he tells you. it was always “this means that” and “up means down” because not many people would trust a jedi so openly with their true feelings so brazenly.

but wrecker did. the more time spent with the enthusiastic animal loving pyro had him pouring his soul out to you right on the floor of the marauder. it was getting hard to not give him something back because you feared that he gave too much that he’d soon have nothing left.

so you tried to push away everything you’d been taught since the crèche about emotions and vulnerability and started to give pieces of yourself to wrecker and the guys. it worked wonders on missions, made you even more efficient because there was never a doubt whether someone would do what they said they would, be where they said they would be.

this newfound trust — along with what had turned out to be a trap — prompted the first throwing. the five of you were surrounded and almost everyone wounded in some form or another & escaping to higher ground meant life or death. you figured the plan would be for you to use the force and move them before bringing yourself to safety, but wrecker had other ideas.

once hunter’s mapped out an escape route, wrecker snatches tech by his back plates and throws as hard as he can. you’d never seen this display of strength and are absolutely gobsmacked, but you have the sense to use the force to push him a little farther and soften the landing. he does the same for hunter and crosshair and soon it’s just you and him left.

soon he’s right beside you and starting to grab you by the modified armor you wore painted in the same slate grey as the boys, but you moved from his reach the moment you felt him come towards you.

“let me throw you! you need to get with the others!”

“no! you won’t have a way to get to us!”

“i’ve got you for that, don’t i?”

there was something in his force signature, the trust and adoration, and something you didn’t have the experience to identify rolling into you like the waves of kamino against tipoca city. it told you that he knew with every fiber of himself that you were gonna get him out of there once you were safely on the ridge.

when he goes to grab you again you shake your head, pointing to a small area of respite from the droid’s blaster fire. you’re there in seconds and you can tell he’s wondering what you’re about to do but isn’t questioning whatever you’re thinking of. your lightsaber is quickly put away as your hands reach for his, giving them a soft squeeze before moving them together. he gets the hint to lock his fingers and he realizes how exactly he’s going to launch you.

the blaster fire was now centered on your little respite and it would only be minutes before they had you on the ground before them if you didn’t get out now. “on the count of three!” he nods quickly. “one, two, THREE!”

he put most of his strength behind that launch and you felt like you were flying. you turned your body towards him, back to your destination, and wrapped the force around wrecker, bringing him into the air with you.

he didn’t struggle against the hold you had on him, seeming to take comfort in the presence instead of being worried like you imagined he’d be with his discomfort for high places. oddly enough, he seemed to enjoy it, especially after you brought him even to you with a wide grin.

later, when asked about this moment, soaring through the air with his jedi while escaping from a seppie ambush, he’ll say that the only reason he wasn’t afraid of falling was because he knew you would catch him. he could feel your presence around him the entire time and nothing in him doubted that he was safe with you.

your recounting of the events that took place on that backwater planet have you reminiscent of the way he threw you, how you felt so free when soaring towards the rendezvous. it was nothing you’d felt before, nothing you thought you’d feel again until the next inevitable launching.

but then you’re back to the marauder and he collects you into his arms, holding you there as if you would be snatched away if he didn’t barricade you between them. he sinks to his knees with you and lets everything he’s feeling right then be known — the fear of losing you to the swarm in those final moments, the elation of feeling your force presence cocooning him like a soft blanket because that meant he had succeeded in protecting you, what he now told you was love with no words to be found.

and for the first time, you open yourself up the same as he did for you. showing yourself to someone else didn’t hurt the way your master had insisted it would. to you, it felt as if you were making a home in the arms of this clone, this man, this hero. if given the choice, you swear that you’d choose those arms over any temple.

#jj #vodka aunt #soft sunday #this is the most i’ve been inspired in weeks #thank you for this #wrecker #the bad batch #clone force 99 #my heart just puked all over the post #but in the good way

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brightsun-and-darkmidnight · 3 years

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Excitement of the Season

TITLE: Excitement of the Season

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot

AUTHOR: brightsun-and-darkmidnight

RATING: Everyone

NOTES/WARNINGS: Pure fluff. Might rot the teeth.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: My Muse? Honestly, the holiday is close and I really needed cute fluff. Loki being excited for his children gives me life. I ADORE Loki with children. ALSO, the song “Thank God for Kids” by Kenny Chesney was a huge motivator.

-Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays everyone! I hope everyone has a good rest of the year!

My Ao3: brightsun_and_darkmidnight

LENGTH: About 2,000 words

~ ~ ENJOY ~ ~

Loki put his children to sleep while his wife, Sophie, was busy finish wrapping the gifts.

Though his oldest, Grace, was still up.. She sat cross legged, reading a book in the center of her bed.

Loki stayed at the door. “Grace… You need to go to bed.”

She did not look at him but stated, “I am in bed.”

Loki fought back his smile. “You need to go to sleep. Santa won’t come if you are up.”

She put her book to the side, “Do you think he will bring me the dagger set-the ones I saw when we visited Gram and Gramps in Asgard? I want them Soooooooo bad!”

Loki thought of the set, waiting to be wrapped. Knowing Sophie did not approve of such things for a 6 year old.. Loki was sure it was likely to be the last thing wrapped. However, it was the ONLY thing Grace asked Santa, she did not ask for another thing. So, Loki and Sophie paid attention to the answers of “that’d be cool to have,” and “I love that.” But after every answer was, “but I want that dagger set soo much more.”

Loki’s little warrior had her heart set on the daggers, and with each determined answer Sophie gave in to the idea a little more… Until she set Loki off to buy them but not without making Loki promise to hide them when he was not around to supervise.

Loki smiled, “you won’t find out if you don’t go to sleep. You will have to see when you wake up.”

She huffed but got back in bed. Loki shut the light off, “Goodnight Grace.”

“Night dad. See you first thing in the morning!”

Loki double checked on Donathan. His room decorated with posters, figures, and toys of his fascination. He was 5 years old and had an interest in the Avengers. Specifically, Iron Man. Looking for Donathan's prized toy, gifted from Tony himself, Loki noticed the stuffed Iron man was on the floor, likely knocked off by Donathan's constant squirming. Loki picked the stuffed Iron Man from the floor and placed it in the arm of his son.

Finally, Loki checked on Lucy. She was sound asleep as the animals on the mobile spun around above her crib. Frigga insisted on having the dangling animals handmade from the best workers of Asgard. The music was lullabies from Asgard, the ones Frigga would sing Loki to sleep with.

Loki reset the music, hoping to keep her asleep a little longer.

Loki opened his bedroom door with a quiet, “they are all asleep.”

Sophie visibly relaxed once seeing Loki. “Thank goodness. Will you help me?”

Loki grabbed the tape, pulling a piece and sticking it to where Sophie was holding the wrapping paper. They worked together, and finished close to 1am. As Loki assumed the dagger set was last to be wrapped. Loki assured his worrying wife everything would be fine.

Loki held Sophie’s hands, holding eye contact as he spoke. “I promise my love, Grace will be fine. Mother has already promised to give our little warrior lessons when we leave the children over night with them the next time. She taught me.”

Sophie nibbled on her lip. “I just don’t want her to get hurt.”

“I know and neither do I. Again, I assure you. She will be fine. She will not have access to the daggers without my-or my mother’s supervision. I will put them in my dimensional pocket.”

Loki took Sophie’s lip between his lips, gently sucking for a moment. His hands held her face as he deepened the kiss.

Sophie smiled into the kiss. “Dear, we still need to place the presents under the tree.”

Loki grinned at her, “I suppose we do.”

Loki and Sophie carried the multiple presents to the tree. Putting the most important gifts in the back to be opened last. The tree had many presents under it, and in Loki’s opinion… There was not enough. Loki would give the world to his children. Anything they asked for, he would make sure they had it. However, Sophie was determined to make sure their children were grateful for everything they received. Together, Loki and Sophie were an amazing team.

Loki held Sophie close, both staring at the tree. The lights gently glowed, illuminating the now dimmed room as well as some of the ornaments. Excitement filled Loki’s stomach and fluttered around throughout his body, making him energetic.

Sophie giggled. “I can’t wait to hear Lucy’s giggles as she rips tiny pieces of paper off.”

Loki chuckled. “It took 3 hours for her to open her presents, but it was an extremely adorable 3 hours.”

“Agreed.” Sophie parted from Loki as she unplugged the tree. “Let’s go to bed. Who knows what time they will have us up.”

Loki held Sophie in his arms as they drifted off to sleep.

Loki woke tired at first, but as soon as he realized it was Christmas energy flooded his body. Checking the time… it was only four in the morning… Much too early for even the children to wake up. Loki laid down but sleep would not take him.

Glancing at the time because it felt like he laid there for an hour, but the clock only confirmed it had only been 20 minutes.

Loki sighed heavily.

He got out of bed, careful not to wake Sophie. He checked on the children, all of them sleeping still. Loki went to the kitchen, made a cup of tea then grabbed a book. Before sitting down he turned the lights on for the tree. He could not focus on his book because he was too excited for the children’s faces once they seen the tree with presents for the first time. With a glance at the time, it was now five in the morning. Loki was tired of waiting, the anxiousness too overwhelming.

First he made coffee for Sophie and another tea for himself.

Then he went to their bedroom.

Setting the drinks down before sitting beside Sophie. Gently shaking her awake and quietly calling her name.

She woke with a start, smiling as she blinked sleep away. Once seeing Loki, confusion took her features. “Loki? What is it?”

“Well, it is Christmas my dear.”

Sophie looked around the room, noticing a few people missing. “Are the children up?”

“Not yet, I was hoping to wake them up.”

She glanced at the time. “Loki… they won’t be up for at least another hour, if we are lucky. Come back to bed.”

“But it is their sixth, fifth, and second Christmas’!”

“Loki, I love you. I really do. -But it is too early. What if they don’t take a nap today? They will be cranky and I really don’t want a repeat of last year.”

“I got you coffee.”

She giggled as she sat up. “Well. What a way to make sure I’m not cranky. Coffee with a wake up.” She took the coffee. “Are you sure you want to wake them up?”

Loki smiled, “absolutely.”

Sophie smiled, “Did you turn the lights on for the tree?”

“Of course I did. Everything is ready. We just need the children up.”

“Very well. Lets go wake them up.”

Loki started with Grace first. He called her name a few times. She turned around and covered herself more with the blanket. Loki shook her a little,

“Grace. It is Christmas. Santa came!”

She sat up almost immediately. “IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!!”

Loki grinned once seeing her so excited. “Go brush your teeth and hair. We will go get your siblings.”

Grace jumped off the bed and ran towards the bathroom. “IT’S CHRISTMAS!!!!!”

Sophie smiled once hearing Donathan stirring in his room, Loki’s heart swelled with excitement. Both went to his room.

Donathan was rolling out of bed when they went into his room. He ran over to Sophie.

“MOM! IT’s CHRISTMAS!!!! Dad!” Donathan jumped up at Loki with grabby hands. “Dad! DID SANTA COME????”

Loki smiled a bit around his grimace of Donathan’s morning breath. “Go brush your teeth and hair, THEN we will go see.”

Donathan squirmed out of Loki’s grasp, running into the bathroom.

Loki heard Grace trying to be quiet but her obvious excitement made her whispers loud. “SANTA came! There are presents under the tree!”

Sophie giggled, “I will go make sure they don’t sneak into the presents without us. Will you wake up little Lucy?”

Loki kissed Sophie’s forehead. “Was it worth waking them up?”

She held up her mug of coffee. “I’ll let you know later on.” A warm smile took her little smirk, “Of course. All of your faces are worth being up before the sun.”

Loki chuckled, “I love you.”

“I love you too. My excited and loving husband.” Sophie paused for a moment, listening to the creak of a floorboard down the hallway. “Better hurry with Lucy,” and Sophie was down the hallway. “Where do you two think you are going? You know to wait for everyone.”

Loki smiled and went to Lucy’s room. She was starting to stir with all the noise from the others. She opened her eyes and cooed at Loki. He picked her up and held her close.

“It is Christmas my little princess. Lets get you ready to open presents.”

She clapped her hands, seeming to remember what presents were.

“Yes. Presents from Santa.”

Loki changed Lucy into a fresh diaper and pajamas.

Grace ran into the room, “HURRY! I NEED to know if I got my dagger set!!! Come on, hurry up dad!”

The footfalls of Donathan were heard as he shouted to hurry.

Loki smiled, “Is everyone ready?”

“YES!” Everyone shouted.

“Well let your mother and I go first. I wanna make sure Santa came.”

Donathan jumped in place, “He did! He did! Grace and I saw the presents already.” He grabbed Loki’s free hand, “Lets go!”

Loki walked with the kids and then let Sophie hand out the presents while Loki helped Lucy. The older children tore through the presents quickly but little Sophie giggled her head off when the paper was ripped. It made everyone laugh. Between the laughter and excited squeals of seeing the presents revealed, Loki grinned at Sophie who was just as happy with being awake. Then it was the “big deal” presents.

Sophie gave the last gifts to Donathan and Grace. “Take your turns. Donathan you first.”

He tore through the wrapping paper with quick hands and gasped at the picture of a remote controlled hulkbuster. It walked around and had little projectiles for the hands to shoot things with, as well as Tony’s voice.

“A HULKBUSTER!!!!!! YEAH! I wanted this soooo bad!!!”

Sophie and Loki smiled at each other, then everyone heard the rip of paper and the joyful laughter of Lucy.

Loki smiled at Grace who was staring at the box with hopeful eyes. “You can open yours now Grace.”

She took a big breath before tearing the paper. Her eyebrows scrunched up at seeing the clothing box. Loki and Sophie slightly smiled at each other. Grace continued to open the gift box, seeming a little defeated since the box was stuffed to seem like clothes at first. Then Grace took the tissue paper out and gasped.

“I GOT THEM! Santa got me the dagger set! Oh my goodness!”

Loki spoke up and explained the situation of how she needed supervision to have the daggers. He promised to help her a little today. She excitedly agreed to the conditions as she stared at the shiny daggers.

Sophie sat beside Loki, “Darling, go help Grace for a little now. I will sit with this little giggle monster.” Sophie booped Lucy’s nose.

Loki smiled, “Alright Love. And Merry Christmas.”

Sophie grinned as she leaned for a kiss. “Merry Christmas.”

#brightsun-and-darkmidnight #loki #christmas #Christmas 2020 #Excitement of the Season #one shot

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dontcare77ghj · 5 years

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Sanity

Tony x reader x Natasha

Natasha feels she is the only sane one in your relationship. Having to deal with Tony’s extravagance and your crazy ideas, there was never a dull moment in your relationship.

Even before the three of you had gotten together, Tony was known for making ill thought out purchases and you were known for having reckless ideas. Combined, the two of you often supported the impulsive, expensive acts the other embarked on. It was a wonder Nat hasn’t killed you both.

“Someone want to explain to me why the living room has turned into a florists dream?” Natasha yelled as she maneuvered around the large bouquets and bunches of flowers. There were flowers of every color size and variety covering the surface of the living room.

“Well, none of us were here for Valentines day.” Tony started, entering the room with a glass of scotch and a smirk. “So, this is a late present.” He added, gesturing around the room.

“Did you buy out the whole florist? How the hell did you get this all up here?” Natasha questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t you like them sweetheart?” Tony asked, his grin turning Cheshire like. “And here I was thinking I knew everything about you.” Tony cried, once Natasha shook her head no. “Oh, what am I going to do, knowing that one of my beautiful girlfriends hates, my gift?”

“Tony, what the hell did you do?” Natasha asked, as Tony sat on what little space the couch had.

“I am being romantic.” Tony said, reaching a hand out for the woman. Natasha took his hand and he pulled her to stand between his legs. “I am trying to prove what I feel for you, nothing more.”

“Tony, you do remember I am a spy, right? I can tell when someone’s being dishonest with me, especially you. You have a tick.” Natasha said pointedly.

“I do not!” Tony denied vehemently. “And I promise, there is no ulterior motive for this.” He added.

“Okay, Tony.” Natasha said, raising her hands in surrender. “If that’s the story you’re going with, I believe you.”

“Thank you.” Tony said, he turned his head at the sound of the elevator dinging. “Welcome home, darling.” Tony greeted as Y/N stepped out of the elevator.

Your POV

“Tony, what the hell did you do?” You asked, looking around at the brightly colored flowers.

“Did she text you to say that? Did you tell her to say that?” Tony questioned, looking between you and Natasha.

“Apparently, this is Tony’s way of saying he loves us.” Natasha said, gesturing around the room.

“Did he tell you what he did?” You asked, dropping your bag onto the floor and hanging up your jacket.

“Nope.” Natasha said, moving away from in between his legs. “Do your thing, Y/N.” She added with a smirk.

“Oh, come on you two.” Tony whined as you walked forward. “I promise I told you everything.” He said.

“Is that right, Anthony?” You purred, straddling the man. “Are you sure you told us, everything?”

“Uh-huh.” Tony stammered. “Everything.”

“I hope your telling me the truth, Anthony. I don’t like it when you lie.” You murmured into his ear. You pulled back far enough to give him ‘the face.’

“Well, there might be one thing.” Tony mentioned, eyes softening at the sight of your pout. Quickly you jumped off his lap and stood next to Natasha.

“Busted. Now, what did you do?” Natasha interrogated.

“There might be an alpaca in the spare room.” He admitted with a sigh.

“What the fuck, Tony?” Natasha exclaimed, running out of the room.

“What it’s name?” You asked, giving him a curious look.

“Gerald.” He confessed with a smile.

“Tony.” Natasha started, coming back into the room. “Again, what the fuck?”

“He’s sweet I promise! You won’t even notice he’s here.” Tony promised causing Natasha to sigh.

“Tony, we can’t keep him in the tower. He needs wide, open space and fresh air.” Natasha stated, looking at the man softly.

“But we’ve bonded, you can’t take away a man’s alpaca after we’ve bonded.” He complained.

“How about we keep him at your other house, you know, the one in the country?” You suggested, causing Tony to perk up. “We can look into getting someone to feed him and watch him when we’re not there.”

“That could work.” Tony conceded with a nod.

“Great!” You said, clapping your hands together. “I’ll make some calls and sort things out, for now, can you two deal with all this?” You asked, looking around the colorful room. You gave the two a quick kiss before pulling your phone out.

What you didn’t see was Tony quickly snapping a photo of you and Natasha kissing, surrounded by the flowers. Once you’d left the room he saved the picture before sending a copy off to Bruce with the caption;

I get to keep, Gerald!!

“Tash, I swear, he’s the one who started it.”

“Y/N, be that as it may, we don’t lock people in the vents.”

“He had it coming. He’s the one who depleted the entire tower’s coffee supply, I had to deal with Tony, Steve and Thor all going through coffee withdrawals.”

“That still doesn’t mean you had to lock Clint in the vent.”

“Tony, I don’t care I’m not going to say it again.”

“But, Nat.”

“No, Tony you can’t adopt the spider kid.”

“Oh what the- Y/N, Tony!” Natasha yelled. Entering the living room you saw the red head glaring at the large center piece of the room.

“Yes, darling?” You asked, smiling innocently at your girlfriend.

“Do you want to tell me why there’s an inflatable dick in the living room?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes at you.

“We’re going to put them on my dad’s roof.” You answered with a shrug.

“What? Why?” She questioned incredulously.

“Because he’s a dick and this is how we let the world know.” You said with a nod.

“What did he do?” Natasha queried, coming to stand closer to you.

“He didn’t do anything important.” You said, refusing to meet her gaze. Natasha continued to move forward, she stopped right in front of you and grabbed your chin in her fingers.

“Y/N, what did he do?” She asked again, this time much firmer. Before you could answer, Tony strolled into the room, more inflatables in hand.

“He basically called you both gold-digging whores, me a disgusting excuse for a human being and condemned the three of us to hell.” Tony grunted, a fierce look in his eyes. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Explain.” Natasha said, raising an eyebrow. After a beat of silence you finally explained what happened.

“He finally found out we were together.” You admitted. “He called and just started screaming about how disgusted he was. How disgusted he was in me. Just all these hateful slurs and insults. He ended the call by saying he didn’t want to ever see me again.”

“Mudak.” Natasha cursed. “Myshka,don’t worry about him, he’ll either come here begging on his knees for forgiveness or you’ll never have to see that mudak again.” She promised, wrapping her arms around you.

“I know he’s opinionated and I know he’s very vocal about what he believes, but I didn’t think he take it that bad when I told him about us.” You muttered, shaking your head.

“You don’t need people like that in your life.” Tony stated from behind you. “If he can act like that to his own child, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“Exactly.” Natasha said, pulling back slightly. “We love you, myshka.”

“Yes we do.” Tony agreed.

“I love you both too.” You replied to the two. The three of you stood together for a moment more before you pulled away. “Now, are you going to help us with the inflatables?” You chirped, skipping over to the still inflating objects.

Natasha let out a sigh as you and Tony planned out your revenge. She knew this was idiotic and ill thought out, but you both looked so happy planning this, she’d let you continue, after all, it was harmless.

“Nat, baby, darling, apple of my eye.”

“Oh god Tony, what did you do?”

“I might have broke Steve.”

“How the fuck did you manage that?”

“I might have shown him urban dictionary.”

“Tony, we talked about this.”

“Natasha he is our child, he deserves to know how to deal with these types of things.”

“Y/N, for the last time, he isn’t our child. Which means he definitely doesn’t need to know how to deal with that shit.”

“Natasha don’t you dare mock our sons parentage. Peter Parker is our son and he was having a midlife crisis.”

“He’s 15! He doesn’t need to dye his hair all the colors of the rainbow. He’s going to stand out like a sore thumb on undercover missions.”

“He wanted to stand out! He wants to be remembered at this crucial stage in his life.”

“May’s going to kill us all.”

“Tasha, you wanna tell me who your friends are?” You asked maneuvering around the animals littering your floor.

“Our friends.” Natasha said. She was sat on the ground in the middle of the kitchen, a dog on her lap and cats hanging off her body. “They’re going to be staying with us, so, they’re our friends.”

“Nat, what the hell did you do?” Tony questioned looking around the room.

“I adopted all of them. They were all going to be put down because no-one wanted them, so I took them.” She said, as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

“Honey, we can’t keep them all here. There’s too many of them.” You reasoned.

“There’s ten animals in here. I hope you remember I only wanted one, I only had Gerald.” Tony said, picking a three legged dog off the ground.

“You had an alpaca.” Natasha stated. “Gerald was too big for here. These guys will be fine, and it’s not like we’d keep them all. Only five.”

“Five?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow. “Why five?”

“The three legged dog for Bucky, the cat with no tail is going to Steve, Thor already claimed the retriever and Wanda said she’d take the two kittens with one eye.” She explained.

“How are you saying that like it’s most normal thing in the world?” Tony asked, giving the red head a look.

“Because it is. They’re all small and they won’t cause any problems, I promise.” She said, giving you both an innocent face. “Can we please keep them?”

You and Tony both looked at each other, having a silent conversation, before you both nodded.

“Okay, fine.” You said, with a smile. “The five can stay.” You added, sitting next to her and grabbing a cat with it’s back legs in a wheelchair. The young cat purred and affectionately rubbed its face against your stomach.

“Thank you.” Natasha thanked, giving you a kiss on the laps and one to Tony as he sat down.

“Of course, darling.” Tony said, dog still in hand. “Though I do want you to apologize now.”

“For what?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“For every time you’ve called yourself sane after we’ve brought something home.” He said, with a smirk. “Because you have officially entered crazy cat lady status.”

“There are only two cats staying.” She defended herself. “And you’ve brought home alpacas and a spider child, that’s not sane.”

“We’re sane.” You interjected.

“Are not.”

“Are so.”

The three of you sat on the kitchen floor for the next few hours. You talked, kissed and enjoyed the company of each other and your new pets.

Sure, it wasn’t the sanest thing someone could do, but in your relationship it wasn’t the craziest.

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werewolfdays · 4 years

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Oooooo how about smile?

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

(this one is some pre relationship pining because I couldn’t resist)

I was browsing through a book at the table, trying to look as casual as possible without fully letting my guard down like Jayde had taught me. The diner had a typical bustle that I was used to in a public place, so I cast my gaze over the crowd of customers every couple of minutes in case my eyes spotted something suspicious that my ears couldn’t pick up on. Everything looked clear to me, but that didn’t mean it was clear. Jayde had years of spotting the subtle signs of a threat under her belt. I was still learning, still worried that I would read some poor stranger wrong and go into panic mode too easily for no reason. Or not read into someone enough and make a fatal mistake.

Jayde trusted my judgement, at least for the handful of minutes she would be gone to secure us a room at the motel across the street from the diner and pitstop. I couldn’t help but think she was testing my skills, throwing me into the deep end to see how I would fare. If that were the case, I certainly didn’t want to let her down, so I remained vigilant and kept a wary gaze on all of the strangers that surrounded me.

Out of nowhere a man sat across from me at the table with a beaming grin that caused my muscles to tense. He looked to be in his late thirties, surprisingly kind looking face, and a trucker hat that had a vulgar phrase and a pinup girl on it. I sat up straighter and adjusted my glasses, preparing for the possible threat that he could be.

“You are too pretty to ignore.” He remarked, flashing his teeth, looking me up and down, and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, “Can I buy you a beer?”

I smiled politely and apologetically at the invitation, “Oh, sorry, I’m not really in the mood to drink.”

“How about a coffee?” The strange man inquired.

I eyed the steaming mug beside my book, “I don’t need another cup yet, but thank you.”

“That’s cool, I can wait.” He said with a shrug, “You like trucks? I have a brand new Ram fifteen-hundred pickup. Cherry red. Took a lot of hard work to earn her.”

I pursed my lips. It was very doubtful that this man was the type of threat that Jayde had taught me to keep an eye out for, but I still wasn’t sure about his presence. So I forced another polite smile and nodded. I didn’t know the first thing about trucks, but I could play along if it got him to move on quicker, “That sounds pretty cool.”

He perked up hopefully, “You think?”

“Yeah, sure.” I agreed, nodding encouragingly, “I don’t know a lot about trucks, but—”

The stranger cut me off eagerly, “Oh, I can tell you all about them. You have to start with the engine, you see…”

I resorted to smiling and nodding along as this man went into a rant that I knew I wouldn’t be able to interrupt even if I tried. The good news was he didn’t seem to care or notice that I was barely listening to a single word he was saying, only the fear that he might quiz me after dumping all this information kept me slightly engaged. I took the opportunity that his self absorbed ramblings offered me to glance around the diner again for potential threats. Or potential escape.

My eyeline tracked around the restaurant until they landed on the entrance in time to see Jayde enter the establishment. Relief washed over me, surely she would give me a proper excuse to get out of this conversation that had me trapped in a corner. Then her gaze landed on me. I watched her brows furrow in a concerned frown at the look on my face, and when she noticed the stranger at the table, I saw her jaw clench and her eyes burn. The intensity of that reaction puzzled me somewhat. Was she simply worried about him being a threat? Or was it something else?

Could she be… jealous?

I forced that ridiculous thought out of my head. When her eyes locked on mine again, I offered a warm smile to calm that murderous look on her face. I watched as Jayde’s expression slowly softened under my gaze until the corners of her mouth actually began to turn up too. Her smile, reluctant at first, but forming into a genuine and beautiful visage, made my cheeks grow hot in a sudden flush. My reaction only made her grin grow more, becoming even playful as I looked down briefly and tucked some hair behind my ear. She was enjoying my blush, I realized. The fluttering in my stomach turned thrilled.

Maybe it really was jealousy…

Just the possibility made my suspicions about Jayde maybe liking me the same way I liked her that much more plausible, and that was enough to make my cheeks flush even hotter while I held her gaze. I took my bottom lip between my teeth in thought at the prospect, but also to see her reaction. I wasn’t disappointed. Jayde’s face turned to the shade that I was feeling on my own, looking me up and down in a way that caused the heat in my cheeks to flare throughout my body.

The sound of a clearing throat suddenly yanked me out of this trance I was in with Jayde. My head snapped towards the sound, remembering I was in the middle of a conversation. I shook my head at myself and faced the man I had completely forgotten about. “I-I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was talking about the suspension on my truck…” He muttered, searching for whatever had captured my attention so completely.

By the time he got a bead on Jayde, she was already more than halfway over to us. The stranger tracked Jayde’s movement all the way to our table and she fixed him with a glare that almost scared me, so I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to be on the receiving end of it. I noted how the strange man instinctively curled into himself a little. She came right over to me, only taking her eyes off the guy long enough to give me a curious once-over, and I was shocked when she placed a gentle hand on my arm. I was caught even more off guard when the thumb on that hand gave me a tender caress, soothing whatever unease I had.

“You okay?” She asked me in a calm tone.

I nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine, Jay.”

“Anyway,” The man said hesitantly, though some bravado came back as he prepared to continue, “Why don’t I show you my truck? I can take you for a ride.” He gave me a smirk and a wink, wagging his eyebrows at me to make sure I understood his deeper meaning.

The disturbing mental image that entered my mind made my entire body internally recoil in disgust, but I still kept my voice as pleasant as possible, “No thank you.”

“Oh, come on.” He urged quietly, glancing at Jayde, then back at me as if to say, You really wanna stay with this one?

“Back off.” Jayde growled so low that I almost didn’t catch what she said.

My unwanted companion did though. He turned his head to scowl at Jayde and bark a retort, but she threw him such a hard look that it stopped him short. It wasn’t hard to see the wolf in her unwavering glare, in the way her jaw clenched and her lip twitched like she wanted to bare her teeth and snarl at him. Her eyes didn’t need to be glowing for me to understand that the animal under her skin wanted to sink its teeth into this man. And for what? For making me uncomfortable?

Maybe I should have been more displeased with her actions, but something told me that this man wouldn’t have given up so easily otherwise. I had to suppress a shudder at the thought of what he would have done if I flat out rejected him. No, I was grateful for Jayde’s intervention. Especially when I could still feel her thumb brush against me and the unnatural warmth of her palm seeping through my clothes graced my skin comfortingly.

With the look Jayde was giving him, the man must have decided I wasn’t worth the effort, because he simply swallowed hard and said, “Maybe next time then.” Before getting up and hastily making his way out of the diner.

I soon found that a part of me wished he hadn’t gone when I felt Jayde’s hand retreat from my arm. Was she really only touching me to protect me? The thought was slightly discouraging. It almost made me want to experiment, to test the hypothesis, but that motive didn’t seem like a good excuse.

Jayde sat across from me in the seat the stranger had been in and she grimaced for a second, probably at the scent left over from him. “You sure you’re okay? He didn’t touch you, did he?”

My head shook dismissively, “All he did was offer me a drink and ramble on about his truck.”

Her hand reached out across the table, almost like she was reaching for me, but it suddenly stopped halfway and pivoted to fiddle with the fork and knife wrapped in a napkin, “Good.”

“You weren’t really worried, were you?” I asked with a small smirk as I focused on the way her fingers removed the strip of paper holding the napkin together to start folding it.

“Of course I was.” She answered quickly.

Quickly enough that my eyes snapped up to meet hers. There was an unnamed intensity there in her midnight blue irises, one that told me she would have sent that stranger through the window if he had hurt me in any way. After a moment, Jayde must have realized how intense she was being. She blinked and returned her attention to the piece of paper she had been folding. An awkward silence fell between us, only disturbed by the other customers mingling in the diner, and I struggled to interpret the deeper meaning I had seen in her stare.

Finally, I mustered the courage to say something, “I appreciate it.”

To my pleasant surprise, I saw a hint of the smile she had given me a few minutes earlier come across her lips. It was a bit of a reserved expression, as if she was shy about it, but that didn’t make it any less thrilling to witness.

“I know I shouldn't…” Jayde started slowly while focusing on the paper, it had to be some form of origami, “But I worry about you a lot.”

“Why?” I asked, nervous that I was being more of a burden than I originally thought.

It took Jayde a prolonged moment to answer while she pondered her words carefully. Then she opened her mouth and spoke incredibly softly while she continued to fold a little paper creature in her hands, “You’re really important to me.”

My heart rate immediately picked up and my eyes started tracing the shape of her lips as if on instinct. I noticed too late that Jayde had looked back up at me when her smile deepened into a grin, and I glanced away so swiftly that there’s no way she didn’t catch it. There were only a small handful of seconds that I could take before I couldn’t stand not looking at her. Her stare was still firmly locked on mine when I directed my attention back to her. I had to say something with the way she was gazing at me.

“You’re really important to me too.” I uttered through a deep blush. I felt better when her expression mirrored mine.

The entire diner disappeared as we stared at each other for what felt like forever, but somehow wasn’t enough at the same time. Then Jayde held up a tiny paper crane that she made, handing it over to me. The tips of our fingers brushed together, causing heat to pool through my hand and up my arm, and I decided to let my touch linger for just a little longer than necessary before I fully accepted the crane. Jayde didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. My spirits were lifted once again.

I studied the little paper crane. It wasn’t perfectly done, some of its edges were uneven, but I still smiled at it. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”

“My sister.” Jayde answered with pride, “Skye’s been crazy about origami since we were kids. She’s a lot better at it than I am, but she taught me how to fold a few things.”

“I like it.” I said before handing it back to her.

Jayde shook her head, “It’s yours.”

I laughed. The gift was small and could be considered insignificant, having been made out of a strip of paper meant to hold napkins and utensils together, but my chest flooded with warmth and I pocketed the tiny bird in my jacket pocket where I knew it would be safe. “Thanks, Jay.”

She took a moment to smile at me, then sit up and say, “So, you hungry?”

I nodded, after a long day on the road, some food sounded perfect. “Very much so.”

“I’ll go grab us some menus.”

I watched her go, feeling like just maybe things would end up the way I hoped they would.

#asks #anon #ocs #original characters #my ocs #hey finally found the time to finish this last prompt!#been house/dog sitting the last few days with some very excitable pups that dont let me pay attention to much of anything #plus im surrounded by smoke from all the fires in the bay area rn #and worrying about people i care about that have had to evacuate #and then trying to figure out what i can actually do for my bday tomorrow #its been.... a lot lmao #anyway enough of my bitching enjoy some gay ass nerds #Jayde #Nadya #My writing #Nadya pov

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Name: leyna

Age: 1X

Writing Blog URL(s): @jensungf

What fandom(s) do you write for? nct (dream)!

Nationality: american!

Languages: english, vietnamese (spanish??? very bad)

Star Sign: capricorn sun!!

MBTI: enfp-t hehe

Favorite color: lavender

Favorite food: beef chow fun/noodles

Favorite movie: our times!

Favorite ice cream flavor: chocolate chip cookie dough

Favorite animal: cats!

Coffee or tea? What are you ordering? hmm i’m not a big fan of either tbh but vietnamese iced coffee with a LOT of condensed milk is super good

Dream job (whether you have a job or not): honestly idk! maybe an editor or professor who knows

Go-to karaoke song: “gee” by snsd or “if it ain’t you” by alicia keys

If you could have one superpower, what would you choose? vocal-induced manipulation or basically power of persuasion with my words hehe

If you could visit a historical era, which would you choose? maybe the 90s! i really like the vibes and aesthetic

If you could restart your life, knowing what you do now, would you? no bc learning is a part of life!

Would you rather fight 100 chicken-sized horses or one horse-sized chicken? horse sized chicken hahaha bc horses are wild

If you were a trope in a teen high school movie, what would you have been? drama queen LOLL

Do you believe in aliens/supernatural creatures? to an extent yes!

If a genie gave you three wishes, what would they be? world peace, equality for all, and hmm true love in every life i live

Fun fact about yourself that not everyone would know? i have 3k followers on pinterest hahaha weird flex

When did you post your first piece? april 2020!

Do you write fluff/angst/crack/general/smut, combo, etc? Why? i write most fluff and angst or a combo! with some crack bc who doesn’t love some humor hahah

Do you write OCs, X Readers, Ships...etc? i write reader inserts

Why did you start writing on Tumblr? ive been writing on tumblr since 2015, just for diff fandoms bc i always loved reading fanfics and i wanted to become a better writer

What inspires you to write? other writings, real life experiences, dreams, basically anything!

What genres/AUs do you enjoy writing the most? i find fluff easier to write than angst but i like a good balance of all the genres! i rly like writing soulmate!aus for some reason or just some domestic fluffy established relationship stuff

What do you hope your readers take away from your work? i hope they can actually feel the emotions i’m hoping to convey from each character (referring to my more angsty works) or their sweet tooth gets satiated hehe

What do you do when you hit a rough spot creatively? i try to read other stories or talk to my moots to help me!

What is your favorite work and why? Your most successful? i think my fav has to be only forever because it’s something that i feel like is really cliche but it actually represents the meaning of young innocent first loves. i reminds me of what someone’s youth should sort of feel like. my most successful has been jsmr: sugar and spice because who doesn’t love jsmr!jeno and some sweet fluff and a spicy make out scene 🤭

Who is your favorite person to write about? jeno or jaemin tbh

Do you think there’s a difference between writing fanfiction vs. completely original prose? there is a slight difference because fanfiction provides you a sort of foundation with characters but to be honest, i believe that if you just switch the names and perspectives for most of the stories on here, it would become a bestselling hit because it conveys the same emotions and it’s just as enjoyable to read. the writers on here are truly exceptional.

What do you think makes a good story? i definitely think little details and the nuances that add to the plot development and character development. most importantly, if a story evokes emotions from me and i can feel the story then i think it’s beautiful in itself.

What is your writing process like? for me, i can come up with an idea based off of anything that might inspire me. like watching something, reading another story or just a dream i have. then i like to outline my stories by bouncing ideas with my best friend and from there once i figure out all the points i wanna hit i start writing! or for spur of the moment fics i deadass just start writing

Would you ever repurpose a fic into a completely original story? yes, most likely.

What tropes do you love, and what tropes can’t you stand? i love fwb to lovers and enemies to lovers! also soulmate!aus / tatbilb tropes cus i’m a sucker for cheesy stuff. i’m not a big fan of cheating/parent/apoc!aus or love triangles. oh and i can’t stand slow burn 😭

How much would you say audience feedback/engagement means to you? as someone who lives off of validation, it means a lot and motivates me to write my stories and post them! we put so much hard work into our stories, so feedback and engagement is honestly the least you can do 🥺

What has been one of the biggest factors of your success (of any size)? i think just being in a community with other talented writers has taught me a lot!! and of course, having people read my work.

Do you think fanfic writers get unfairly judged? yes! all the time.

Do you think art can be a medium for change? yes, maybe not on a macro scale but personally definitely.

Do you ever feel there are times when you’re writing for others, rather than yourself? sometimes, but i always try to pull myself back into why i really started writing. but writing for others helps motivate me.

Do you ever feel like people have misunderstood you or your writing at times? not on a serious level! it’s more so how details and events are interpreted but it’s fun to see how ppl have different perspectives on own piece versus your own vision.

Do your offline friends/loved ones know you write for Tumblr? yes!! not my family ofc but my close friends do and support me 100% and i’m forever grateful for this

What is one thing you wish you could tell your followers? thank you so much for everything you’ve ever done for me no matter how little or small it may seem, it means the world to me.

Do you have any advice for aspiring writers who might be too scared to put themselves out there? i think you need to realize why you’re writing and it’s because it brings you happiness, and you’re sharing your beautiful work out there and it has the possibility to change someone’s life whether it’s bringing them a little bit of joy or helping them feel emotions. you might discover things you never knew about yourself as well.

Are there any times when you regret joining Tumblr? not really! as of recently i’ve seen a lot of changes with the platform and although it’s a big struggle, i can’t regret it because it’s brought me so much.

Do you have any mutuals who have been particularly formative/supportive in your Tumblr journey? i’d hate to pick and choose because all my mutuals have really helped me in some way whether or not they know it because they inspire me, motivate me, and are just genuinely amazing people to talk to. but honestly talking to mary / @neostains, nana / @nanasarea, anie / @mjlkau have helped me open up from being shy and i appreciate them a whole lot.

Pick a quote to end your interview with: “to burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.” - spanish poet federico garcia lorca

#@jensungf #thesunnyshow #featuredauthor #episode 15 #nct dream

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urflowersdied · 4 years

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Long time no see! I’ve had a really rough past few months regarding finding the motivation and creativity to write, but I’ve been really wanting to get back into it. I wrote this piece in January of last year - 2019 - but left it to rot in my Google Drive... It’s not the best piece of writing, I’d say, but I feel the need to just put it up so that I hopefully can move on and post a more recent piece of writing soon-ish. Quarantine is boring me to the brink. Hope you’re all well and can get some enjoyment out of this! x

He had never cared for an animal on his own before, but Harry was convinced that every pet owner gained some sort of extrasensory perception - or rather, a sixth sense - upon deciding to house a little creature. With previous family cats, or even the hamster that his sister had convinced their parents to adopt when he was about 4 years old, his mother had handled all of the arising problems herself, usually trying to keep her children out of the sad aspects of living with a pet. Therefore, 23-year-old Harry didn’t have any pre-existing experience with spotting illness in animals, yet when he woke up one morning and saw Juniper - his little Jack Russell Terrier - not already impatiently sitting by her bowl, tail wagging about, that he sensed something was... off.

Now, two days later and Juniper still refusing to move about more than absolutely necessary (usually she would join him on his morning runs, zoom around his apartment after tennis balls and properly beg him to take her on another walk when he got in from lectures and classes), an immensely worried Harry knew he had to take action. The only issue was that veterinarian visits weren’t exactly easily affordable on a student budget. Sure, he could always contact his mother and request a little support, but he was well aware of her current financial situation and had previously made the decision to help her out rather than ask for money.

It seemed as though the stars aligned for him when he brought up his struggles to Adam, who often spared him an ear to let him vent about various issues. He had been Harry’s friend ever since they found themselves seated next to each other in the introductory lecture to their Psychology degree. In their two and a half years of friendship Adam had offered lots of (sometimes unsolicited) advice to Harry, which had rarely been useful. But this time around, Adam’s proposition might have the actual potential of leading towards a useful solution for his problem.

“Do you remember that girl David used to date? I think…. Emelie? Erica? Can’t really remember. Anyways, one time at pre-drinks I got into conversation with her - wanted to know who was silly enough to go out with that git. She told me she was studying to become a vet! Can you believe? She seemed really smart so I don’t really know what she was doing with… Not that important, actually. Few weeks later Sarah’s cat wasn’t feeling great and apparently she came by to do a check-up for free. Think I’d be able to get you her number if you wanna give that a shot!”

So here he was, stood in his kitchen at 7 am, waiting for this vet student to reply to the text message he’d sent her. Turns out Adam got the name wrong during their conversation and apparently she was actually called Emma, but that wasn’t really of any importance to him. What was important, instead, was that she would get back to Harry as quickly as possible. He was eyeing his little pup nervously, having just spent an exhausting night alongside her, and even though he knew it wasn’t really proper etiquette to contact someone before at least 8 in the morning, he really couldn’t help himself. Hopefully this Emma would be able to fulfill the high praises Adam, and upon inquiry their friend Sarah as well, had sung about her.

It seemed as though she was off to a good start, because no more than 10 minutes later he was alerted of a new text message through the bell-noise of his phone. Harry had been crouched next to Juniper, who seemed to currently prefer residing in the dog bed he had placed in the living room, but quickly shot up and slid towards the device on the kitchen counter.

“Hello Harry! Yes, this is Emma! I could come by and take a look at your pup after classes, which would be around 5. Would that work for you? I don’t want to promise that I’ll be able to do much, but I can definitely tell you what other steps you should take. Send me your address and let me know if that time works for you! x Emma”

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The light succession of knocks on his front door startled Harry. He had gotten in about an hour ago, after attending two lectures which he hadn’t completely focused on. While waiting for who he was hoping he would dub “saviour” by the end of her visit Harry had busied himself with cleaning the place up and doting on his poor doggo.

As he pulled the door open, some information lodged itself into place in his head. How could he have not made the link before? She had attended some pre-drinks and various night out’s on the arm of David, a tosser that was - sadly, really - the roommate of one of Harry’s better friends. He had never been fond of David, but remembers the moment distinctly in which he had laid eyes upon this girl now standing in front of him.

Remembers how his heart had beaten a little faster, because she truly looked like the sweetest girl around. Remembers how she had shot everyone the kindest smile as she was being introduced. Remembers how he had been convinced she must be mad and incredibly naive, for he knew no other reason why she would hang around his asshole acquaintance.

“Oh, hi! I figured it was you, but wasn’t entirely sure!” Her voice pulled Harry out of his little daydream. He felt a little taken aback, but reciprocated her enthusiastic smile and tone of voice while greeting her.

“Hey! What a surprise, didn’t know you were studying to be a vet. Thank you for stopping by, Emma.”

She toed off her shoes, discarded her winter jacket on the coat rack by the door and turned back towards him. He pretended to not notice the small once-over she gave him, for the sake of not making her uncomfortable before she just did him and his dog a huge favour. “So, where’s your pup? Juniper, is it?” Harry immediately led her towards the living room. Upon catching sight of the miserable looking animal, Emma, seemingly not being able to hold back, let out a tiny coo and immediately moved towards her.

“I’m honestly not really sure what happened. One day she was fine, coming on runs with me and going ballistic in the flat and then the next she was barely able to get up. I’ve never really cared for a dog myself before so I didn’t really know if she was just in a mood or hurt, but her situation didn’t really improve so…” Harry trailed off, keeping his eyes fixed on his dog as Emma lowered herself to the ground. The extreme amount of nervous energy coursing through his body almost made him want to chuckle. If this was how badly an ill dog affected him, how would he be able to deal with his own children in the future?

Hovering a hand over the dog’s head, Emma addressed Harry. “Are you alright with me touching her?” The young man hummed in agreement, willing to do just about everything at this point. “As I already mentioned in my text, I can’t really promise I’m gonna be able to help. I also just wanna let you know that I’ve obviously not finished my degree yet, so I’m not a legit veterinary yet. So I really need you to be aware of that. I won’t do anything that I’m not one hundred percent sure of, but I can definitely give you an assessment of her situation, at the very least.”

Harry was aware of this. It was also the information that his friend Sarah had given him. Emma was still at university, therefore not a licensed vet yet, but apparently extremely careful and trustworthy. And because taking at least a look at some other student’s sick animals was a great way to put all her training into practice, she did these sort of check ups for free. He appreciated Emma’s reiteration of this disclaimer though, and immediately let her know that he was alright with the situation.

And to be honest, had he not previously been made aware that she was still in the process of getting her degree, he probably would not have noticed any difference between her and the fully fledged veterinarian that had come round to his mother’s house a few times when he was younger. Emma had an extremely calm aura surrounding her, which put Juniper - who had been jittery every time Harry approached her - at ease quite quickly.

The next few moments introduced a concentrated silence to Harry’s living room. He didn’t quite know what to do with himself as her hands softly reached out towards different parts of Juniper’s little body, so he started gnawing on his lips and continuously shifting his weight from one leg onto the other and back. This seemed to amuse the girl on his living room floor, because she took a second to let her gaze move from the intense focus on the animal towards its agitated owner. “How about you sit down on the couch? Think you being stationary might help calm the pup down a little bit.”

So that’s what Harry did. Took a seat on the cushioning and waited for any potential questions he knew she was bound to ask him. When Emma spoke up after a few more moments, the questions she asked seemed pretty standard to him. How old was Juniper? What did she weigh? How often would he usually take her out on a walk? Did she still eat like usually? What was her behaviour like when she wasn’t feeling poorly? He answered every question she posed to the best of his abilities, but couldn’t really help and inquire himself after a while: “What do you reckon is the problem, then?”

She gracefully angled her body towards Harry’s sitting form. That was something he had been noticing the entire time she had conducted the little examination - Emma exuded grace and tranquility. She had only directed the most delicate of touches and softest words towards Juniper, and even though she had not made any sort of body contact with Harry, he had also felt immensely soothed simply by her presence. He wondered if that was just her natural demeanor or a way of handling herself she had acquired during her veterinary training. “From what you’ve been telling me about her being really energetic and playful usually, just like any Jack Russell Terrier really, I’d say it’s very likely she had some zoomies and hurt herself during. Looks and feels to me like there’s a little issue in the back of her vertebrae.”

Emma’s explanation made a lot of sense to Harry. Juniper was a very lively dog and often had little bursts of energy that she released by dashing in and out of every room in his small flat, jumping on various pieces of furniture and gliding around the wooden floors. It was likely that she had been a little overzealous and one point and gotten herself hurt without him noticing, even though that made him feel a little inadequate as a pet owner. “And… so… what happens now?”

With a few light pats on the top of Juniper’s head Emma parted from the animal and got back on her feet. “Well… Gotta be honest here, I don’t feel comfortable doing an osteopathic procedure on my own because I haven’t really mastered that training yet, but you’re in luck.” Harry motioned for her to follow him and the two of them stepped into the kitchen. He wanted to let his dog rest a little bit, and because he was sure animals understood the human language more than they let on, he located their conversation about her health to another room. “My dad’s got an animal osteopathy clinic up in Manchester. He’s supposed to be coming down to London for dinner tomorrow anyway, so if I butter him up well enough he’d probably be happy to take a detour before that and do a little session on Juniper.” After taking a little glance at Harry’s increasingly worried face - because he hadn’t ever really been aware that there were osteopaths specialised in animal care and also would any of this this hurt his pup even more? - Emma quickly added: “And don’t worry about paying him. He owes me a favour for helping out in the clinic for free during busy weekends.”

Harry hadn’t planned to tear up, he really hadn’t. Such a reaction wasn’t usually in the cards for him - sure, compared to his friends he was quite the emotional fella, but he was studying to be a psychologist and usually had his wits about him - but the gratitude he felt towards this tiny helper, who had just randomly appeared in his and his dog’s life, was indescribable. Here stood this gentle young woman, who had made time in her probably super busy and hectic student schedule to take a closer look at his dog because he struggled to afford a real vet visit, and who had miraculously calmed Juniper, who had been nervous and in pain, down seemingly by just entering the building, and now she was offering him her dad’s osteopathic services, also free of charge? How could he possibly hold it together in the face of such kindness?

Apparently, his depiction of emotion was a little surprising to Emma. With widened eyes she observed as he tried to get a grip, seemingly not really knowing how to approach this man who she had only spoken to a couple of brief times.”Sorry, sorry. That’s… Yeah, that’d be amazing. I’ve just been really stressed about this and you’re being really nice and just… thank you, really. Sorry.” Harry shot her an appreciative smile while willing the moisture in his eyes to subside quicker.

Catching a glimpse of the digital clock on his microwave, Emma let out a surprised noise and made a move towards the front door. “You’re alright, don’t worry about it. I’ll text you early tomorrow to figure out what time would be good for you, yeah? I’ve got to dash now, though. Got a paper to finish for this class of mine”, she said as she tucked her feet back into the black boots she had entered his flat in.

The last thing she said to Harry as they parted ways for the night made his cheeks light up with a rosy glow. Because he really had tried to clean his living space up well enough before she arrived earlier, wanting to seem put-together and rational for this (as he then had believed) stranger. It seemed as though he either hadn’t done a good enough job or Emma had, in addition to all of her other attributes he had taken notice of, a keen eye for observations. “Oh yeah, I think it’s super endearing that you’re willing to sleep on your couch to make her more comfortable. You seem like a great owner, don’t stress about it.”

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The shrieking laughter of his friends still reached Harry, even as he distanced himself from them and closed the door that connected Adam’s living room to his kitchen. He hadn’t really been in the mood to get hammered tonight, much less to make an appearance at some random bloke’s birthday party, but here he stood anyways. Already empty wine glass in his left hand, waiting for everyone’s intoxication levels to rise so that they could make their way out. The sooner Harry and his mates got to that celebration, the sooner it would be acceptable for him to duck out and return to the safe, warm, and especially calm confines of his flat.

Harry really didn’t pay attention to his surroundings as he was scavenging various shelves for the bottle of wine Adam had shooed him off of the comfortable armchair for. Adam was always a keen but awful host. He didn’t have any quarrels about their group of friends hanging out at his little apartment, but would make everyone else in attendance tend to any arising hosting duties - like sticking your head into the deep unknown of his cluttered cupboards to locate a new bottle of red. When a charming giggle erupted from behind him, a startled Harry turned around immediately. As his gaze fell upon his current favorite person in the world - yes, he was aware that he had a knack for dramatising - the alarmed heartbeat in his chest declined towards a way slower thud. “Don’t scare me like that.” He raised his hand to his chest theatrically in an attempt to garner a repeat of that wonderfully melodic giggle, and succeeded. After a few short seconds of exchanging glances and smiles, a thought crossed his mind: “Not to sound rude, but what are you doing here?”

Emma took a step closer to him and grabbed one of the long-stemmed wine glasses that had been placed on the kitchen counter by Sarah earlier in the evening. “Honestly, not completely sure. Adam - he’s your friend, right? - texted me out of the blue and so did Sarah. Said that even though I’m, and I quote, ‘thankfully’ not seeing David anymore I’m still invited to hang out with the gang so… Here I am, I guess.” The bright smile which appeared on her face was almost enough to lessen the annoyance rising up Harry’s throat. Almost.

No matter how hard he tried to keep mum, the endeared exclamations about his new acquaintance just broke past the barrier his lips had tried to keep aloft. Sitting in another early morning lecture, Adam had asked how the meeting with “little miss doctor” had gone - because of course that nosy shit was going to pester him about it - and Harry just… erupted. Had entertained his friend’s digs for information and explained how much of a calming effect the vet-in-training had supplied not only to his dog but him as well. How (pleasantly) surprised he had been to learn that he actually kind of knew the woman that appeared by his front door. And Harry didn’t really regret bringing Adam up to speed on that first meeting - he had arranged it, had he not? -, but rather he was embarrassed by his retelling of the following evening.

Emma and her dad had knocked on his door shortly after 6, excuses spilling from the woman’s lips about her class had run late and the older man slightly eyeing up Harry from behind his daughter’s body blocking the doorway. After a few initial moments of awkwardness, which Harry wasn’t really sure of why they had arisen, the trio moved towards Juniper’s sleepy figure, still located in the living room.

While her father went to work on his new patient - and now Harry was aware from whom the girl standing next to him had inherited her vast amount of calmness - Emma turned towards its owner. “She’ll be back to knocking into all your furniture during her zoomies in no time.” And man, had Harry felt assured by these softly spoken words.

During the whole procedure Harry fought a little battle in his mind. He didn’t really know this girl at all, did he? Hadn’t interacted much with Emma other than run-ins with her latched onto David’s arm - he had thought about that relationship quite a lot the previous night and he really could not come to a logical conclusion as to how that had established itself, but he was grateful that she seemed to have seen the light and dumped him a while back - and her visit to his sick dog which had taken place a mere 25 hours back. Yet she had displayed such an openness to him, that he just felt incredibly indebted to her.

He had wanted to repay her in some way, and perhaps selfishly use that opportunity to spend more time in her enchanting presence, but with her father there he could not find the right words to extend her a casual dinner invitation. And exactly this sentiment had Harry really hung up when he described the events of the past two days to Adam. Harry had wanted to ask Emma out, but in the end just couldn’t gather up the courage and he felt his chance had now passed. Juniper felt a lot better and there was no need to seek Emma’s veterinary advice.

Turns out, Harry’s friends weren’t as complacent as him and had decided to take matters into their own hands, inviting her to their get-together not purely out of kindness but also to create another opportunity for their friend to get off his arse and ask the sweet girl out already. And Harry was grateful, for sure, he just wasn’t prepared. He would have appreciated a little head’s up.

As it currently stood though, the evening was shaping itself up to becoming intriguing.

#harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #fanfiction #harry fanfiction #one direction fanfiction

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bluepenguinstories · 4 years

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Remoras Full Chapter VIII: Sunny Days, Sweeping Up the Clouds Away

What a great adventure I’ve had so far. I just had to get my little Ray of Sunshine a souvenir. For the time being, I would have to contend with showing the ferryman all the pictures I had of Ray on my phone.

“Look at him! Isn’t he adorable?”

“Lady, you already showed me that one.”

“Oh. Then let me show you another one!”

Silly me, I must have forgotten all the pictures I’ve shown the ferryman. We’ve been going down the canals of Italy for quite some time now, so it was easy to lose track of time.

I held the phone out to him.

“Here’s one where he’s picking his nose! He didn’t notice I took this one!”

“Look,” he turned around, his arms firm on the gondola. “You paid me to take you across the canals. Nothing more.”

Sheesh. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the panini.

“So you don’t wanna see pictures of my husband?”

“Correct.”

Got it. Loud and clear. So he didn’t want to see the most handsome man in the entire world. I understood. He was jealous. Jealous of our love. Jealous because he probably wanted Ray all to himself. For that, I couldn’t blame him. I would have been jealous as well.

But there were other pictures I could show him. That would comfort him, I was sure. Like the pictures Ray sent me of Tigershark, the mysterious kid who had apparently lost her parents in a blizzard and was now living as an “independent agent” (his words, not mine) in Ray’s diner. Neither of us were really the type to raise kids, and from the sound of things, Tigershark was quite mature for her age, so all the better. She was a cute little thing, all around. Had some orange hair, which was redder in places, to make it look like her hair had stripes.

Then there was Demetria, the scholar. From what I heard, she was a student and stumbled upon the diner. She then found something she loved about the restaurant and became a wait staff as a result. Since, she had been honing her customer service skills. She was also a little cute, with her wavy green hair and serious, studious face. It was clear from the pictures that she was quite a serious and well put together person. In a way, that had its own charm.

“Hey, wanna see pictures of –”

“Lady, I swear to God, if you don’t stop, I will throw you overboard!”

Fine. I crossed my arms, but if I could beat the power of love into him, I would have.

Once we made landing on the docks, I gave him a little extra money for the trouble, then stretched my legs. What a good thing I did, as well. While I stretched, a bullet flew right past me. Just a little closer, and I would have suffered a serious injury to my side!

It didn’t matter who they were or what they wanted, only that I was their target. Near me was a crate, which in spite of such a rickety dock, I figured it was my best bet. I took cover behind it, then peeked out. Mercenaries in rooftops wearing plain clothed baggy pants and T-shirts. Probably hired by some arms dealer, or a museum curator. The latter seemed more likely.

Bullets continued to ricochet off of the crate.

“Ah, being shot at. How nostalgic. This reminds me of my honeymoon,” I remarked. It was a bit of a shame that no one was around to hear me. There was quite a story behind our honeymoon, but that would have to wait for another time. When I could tell it in full.

Ah, I’m going to need to remember this moment. Ray loves to hear about my adventures.

Thinking back wasn’t going to get me anywhere. In the present, I was still in a bit of a tight spot. I got out my phone and texted Ray:

Me: Sorry babe, something came up last minute. I’ll be home a little later than expected.

Also in my pocket was a plastic baggie. I put my phone inside and zipped it up. Then, while ducked, I dived off of the docks and into the waters of the canal. I swam over to underneath the docks, then came up for air. Soon, footsteps were upon the docks and I could hear them yelling.

“She has to be around here somewhere!”

Crap. They’ll surely see me.

Next to me was a boat, docked upside down. I dived back down and swam over to it, then came up, under the protection of the boat.

My pursuers gave up their search for me not long after. Just to be on the safe side, I continued swimming down.

What was the purpose of that ferryman if I’m just going to end up going back?

My detour led me to a nearby beach, where I emerged, drenched. Clothes stuck to my skin. For want of a towel, I shook my head and let the water fly out of my hair. Getting anything out of my pockets was a near-impossible feat. At least I had no problems getting back to my hotel room.

Once there, I emptied my pockets onto the bed and threw my clothes out the window. Not to worry, I had a spare set in my suitcase.

I pulled my phone out of the plastic baggie and checked my messages. Sometime during the skirmish, Ray replied:

Ray: Your presence is a gift floating through the wind. I never ask when the gift will arrive, but I am excited every time I see it.

Me: OMG. I will be home later tonight, I SWEAR!

Ray: Haha. All right. There’ll be dinner waiting for you.

That was all the motivation I needed. Let’s see...a couple thousand miles or so up north? Something like that? Eh. The details didn’t matter. I hurried down the stairs and checked out.

“How was your stay?” The concierge asked.

“It was fine enough, but not nearly as fine as my husband. Wanna see pictures of him?”

“I’m good.”

“Oh, all right, but here,” I held out my phone. “Here’s a pic of the two of us sharing a slice of cheesecake together!”

“That’s nice,” the concierge didn’t sound very interested.

“Well, I’ll be off! Not to get all sentimental, but it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen him, so I ought to get back up there!”

I rushed out the door and made my way to the airport. Of course, I just had to take a detour through a marketplace first. After all, I was dead set on finding some neat little gifts to take home.

One of the shops was selling plushies.

“Hmm...Tigershark might like that, right? Or maybe she’s getting to be that age where she thinks she’s too old for stuffed animals? How old is she? Nine, I think?” I looked around. “I’m never really good at gifts. I don’t even know what she likes. Maybe a tiger plush toy? Or a shark?”

I walked around and saw a tiger stripe print handbag. It wasn’t much, and I didn’t even know if she’d like it, but I picked it up anyway. It was something.

Then, as I walked out, I noticed a shop selling cookbooks. I almost got it for Ray, but then realized it might have seemed condescending, since he was already a bit of a know-it-all when it came to things like that. But, at a nearby stall, I spotted someone selling earrings.

I leaned over and pointed down. “Hey, you got some neat stuff.”

“Thanks,” the merchant replied. “See anything that fits your fancy?”

I shook my head. “Nope! But I think those small star shaped ones would look great on my husband!”

As I got out the money to buy them, I got stopped.

“Hey, it’s Sunny Reyes!”

I turned my head. Looks like I had been spotted.

“Can you hold on a sec?” I held my finger up to the merchant, then stood up to face the mercenary.

“Hi! How’s it going?”

Then, another showed up right beside. Great. Two against one. Just my luck.

“Sunny Reyes? I thought her name was Sunny Sunshine,” the other mercenary asked.

“Actually,” I corrected. “It depends on the day. Since today is a special day, I’ll let you guess which one it is.”

Then, before we could really gear up for a fight, I felt the poke of a machine gun against my back.

“Aw, come on guys! You wouldn’t open fire in the middle of a crowd, would you?”

“You kept us from getting the treasure! We’ll take the risk!” One of the ones in front of me barked.

Which treasure? I’ve kinda been all over the place.

I reached behind me and grabbed on to the gun that could have fired right into my back. Then, I threw it overhead along with the person who had held so tight onto it, and tossed them right into the other two, knocking all three onto the ground. I couldn’t tell if there were any more behind me, but I was also willing to take a few risks. While they were on the ground, I leaned over, hands on my hips, and smiled.

“Hey, wanna see a picture of my daughter? She’s just the sweetest thing in the whole wide world,” I got out my phone, but then I thought better of it. “Actually, I’ll tell you about her. She’s got such wonderful dark hair and such a bright smile. She loves to draw and she loves to cook and I haven’t seen her in years, but I love her to pieces.”

They all growled and were about to get up, but then I slammed my foot into their pile.

“Here, keep the change,” I threw money the merchant’s way and snatched the earrings. If only those folks had given me more time, I would have probably gotten a little bag to keep them in. Oh well, none of that mattered. At least I had something to bring home.

Home sweet home.

To think I was about to step through those doors after so long. There was no helping it. I couldn’t contain my excitement any longer. I burst through the doors and held out my arms.

“Hello! I’m back!”

My eyes darted around the restaurant until I saw Ray at one of the booths. He perked up, went over to me, and held out his hands as he took a bow.

“Welcome back, madame!”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s this ‘madame’ business?”

“It’s the food I made you for dinner,” he explained. “Tartiflette with croque madame on the side.”

“My favorite!”

“Is it really?” He looked surprised. “Did you have it while you were away? I don’t recall making it for you before.”

“No, silly! Everything you make is my favorite.”

Across from where Ray had sat, I noticed someone’s head poked out.

“There’s a new customer!” She gasped. At last, I got to see her: Tigershark. She ran up to me. “I helped make the dinner! I shredded the cheese and helped carry the pan!”

“Aw, aren’t you cute?” I pat Tigershark’s head. She reached her hands up and growled.

“You’re a customer! Use eti...eddy…”

“Etiquette,” Ray corrected. “And this is my wife, Sunny.”

She gasped. “You’re who the food’s for!”

I beamed, unable to hide my smile. But then I turned to Ray. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure thing, hun.”

We walked away and into the kitchen. Tigershark tried to follow along, but Ray motioned for her to stay put for the time being. Once I was certain we had our privacy, I began.

“I thought we agreed it was for the best not to raise any kids,” I folded my arms as I spoke.

“Indeed we did. Not to worry, just as I said, she’s pretty independent. Plus, I got Remora to take care of her. She just likes to visit. If anything, I’m more like her uncle.”

“Wait,” there was a key word in what he told me. “Remora is here? Or, you guys are in contact, at least?”

“Dammit,” he stamped his foot, but smiled as he said it. “I wanted to keep it a surprise.”

What a pleasant surprise it was, too.

“Well, in any case, it sounds like you’ve been teaching her many things.”

“Guilty. Remora’s not really...the mom type.”

I let out a laugh. “Right, that’s more you. You always were the maternal one.”

He looked away and scratched his chin. “Well, what can I say?”

“You can say ‘bon appétit’ since you made a french dish.”

“Or...I could say ‘you are the greatest woman alive’.”

I nudged him. “Come on! Let’s go eat!”

We walked back to the booth and sat.

“We’re going to eat, right? Right?” Tigershark asked, antsy.

“Mhm,” Ray and I both answered. It was refreshing, us as a duo. I didn’t want to leave any time soon.

My main source of curiosity was still the legend herself, the one who called herself ‘Remora’. We met once, when she refused to meet up with us again. Then, I left. If only the call of adventure wasn’t so strong, there had been so much I never got to experience. But in a way, it was exciting, being able to meet all the newcomers at once. Oh! That reminded me! I pulled the earrings out from my pocket.

“For you, my ray of light.”

“How sweet of you,” he placed it up to his ears. “If only those pesky lobes hadn’t gone and filled themselves in. Been years since I wore any piercings. No matter, I’m always down for a little bit of pain.”

“And, for you,”I reached behind me and pulled out the little handbag.

“Ooh! I can fit so many cookies in here!”

“When Ray told me about you, I thought he said ‘tiger stripe’ so I thought that would work.” No I didn’t. I was just trying to save face.

“That’s funny! Zebras have stripes! My name isn’t even Tigershark, I just forgot what it is! So Tigershark can be my name too!”

In that case, wouldn’t that mean it’s your name?

“I didn’t know what you liked, so I hope that’s okay.” Again, saving face.

“It’s okay! I like penguins!”

Note to self: get her a penguin plush toy.

After we ate, I made my way to the back, where sure enough, Remora was, in the chair that Ray used to sit in all the time.

“Oh wow! It really is you!” I exclaimed. She was slumped and looked bored and listless, but once I said something, she looked up.

“Oh, hi.”

“You probably don’t remember me, we only met once, and –”

“You’re Sunny. I know.”

“Yes! You remember!”

“You get mentioned fairly often. It would be hard not to know who you are.”

“Ooh wonder what they say about me,” I snapped my fingers.

“Just things like ‘wanna see what my wife just sent me?’ and ‘Sunny is so pretty’.”

“Aw, I didn’t know you thought of me that way.”

“Yes. You are pretty. But I’m not the one who said those things and also I am not married to you.”

“Would you want to be?”

“Stop that.”

“Aw, all right. So anyway, what’s new?”

“Basically, I’m in charge now.”

“Of the restaurant?”

She glared at me.

“Of this little side-hustle you guys got going on. The whole requests thing. I get to decide who does what and when.”

“Ooh. Now that you’re in charge, wanna send me out to do a mission?”

“Any in particular you have in mind?”

I thought it over. “Hm...it doesn’t matter. Oh!” My hand shot up. “Give it to me hard and rough!”

“Don’t phrase it like that.”

It took me a good second to figure out why she scolded me like that, but once I did, I was elated.

“Hey Ray!” I called over. He came into the back. “Our good friend Remora knows innuendo!”

“Aw, how cute,” Ray chimed in.

“Stop that, both of you. I’m not a baby.”

I sat down in the empty swivel chair across from her. From the moment I heard she was there, I just had to test that rumored strength of hers.

“Wanna have a drinking contest?” I grinned.

“No.”

“Aw, why not? Afraid you’ll lose?”

“No. I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I like strong liquor, yes, but I don’t like to gorge myself.”

“Sounds to me like you’re chickening out.”

“I just don’t want to be held liable if you get alcohol poisoning.”

Ray stepped in. “I concur. Between the both of you, I fear our whole reserve will run out. We need to save some for the customers.”

“Oh!” I perked up. “Speaking of customers, isn’t there someone who works here now?”

“You mean Demetria?”

“Yeah! Where’s she been? I haven’t seen her around since I got here and I was really looking forward to seeing her, too!”

“She went off to take care of one of the requests,” Ray explained.

“Oh! That’s cool! What are her special skills?”

“Well...she’s smart.”

“Mm-hmm,” I nodded. “That is a good trait.”

“But only when it comes to marine life. Otherwise she doesn’t know much,” Ray clarified.

“Is she strong? Good with any kind of weapons? Resourceful? Resilient? Is she charming?”

To each, both Ray and Remora shook their heads.

Everything around me slowed down. It was like a truck had hit me.

“So you’re telling me...she’s normal?” My jaw was about ready to drop. I got up and began to pace. “If it were either of you, I’d understand, but really?”

“You’re not going to ask what kind of request it was?”

“Sure. I’ll bite,” I huffed.

“It was to cleanse a haunted house.”

“Yeah,” I crossed my arms. “That doesn’t make it any better. Even if it may have turned out to be hokey, that’s still dangerous!”

“I told her as much, too.”

“Why, then? Why would she go and do something like that?”

Remora shrugged her shoulders, then spoke up. “I don’t know. She said something about wanting to prove herself.”

“Prove herself? What was there to prove?”

“I told her the same thing,” Ray seemed to be trying to reassure me, but it was cold comfort. I decided to walk upstairs. Ray followed behind.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Upstairs. Care to join me?” As if I would give him a choice. I’d drag him upstairs by the pinkie. I wanted that man all to myself. But not for anything so sultry. That wasn’t the right night.

In fact, when I got upstairs, I sat at the edge of the bed and shook my head. I knew I had been gone for almost a year, but it seemed like the entire dynamic had changed so fast. Of course, when I last left the diner, it was just Ray and I. We had tried to invite Remora to little success.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I didn’t like the dynamic change. I was actually excited for it, too, up until the moment I heard that one of the newcomers was nowhere to be found.

Ray sat beside me and lifted my chin.

“You’re worried about her, aren’t you?”

I nodded. But that wasn’t quite right.

“More than that. These requests, it was a thing for you and I, because we could handle such things. Remora, too, she’s exceptional. But the kid? Demetria? It feels like we’re putting people in needless danger.”

“I agree, but I figured it would be fine as long as those two stayed at the diner.”

“Elodie stayed at the diner, too,” I pointed out. “It’s not exactly the safest place to live.”

As soon as I had said that, I winced. Neither of us wanted to think of that, I was sure.

“The funny thing is, I tried to stop her. I forbade her from going and told her I wouldn’t be paying for her plane ticket. But, she managed to go out there. Pulled a fast one on me, too, by managing to trick Cybele into giving her a ride. Can’t say I blame her, though, seeing as she wants to impress her crush.”

“Wait. What?”

“Oh, right,” he leaned back and laughed, hand over his head. “When I said ‘she found something she loved about the restaurant’ I was being a little vague, wasn’t I? Our little scholar friend’s heart flutters for our frosty friend.”

I stood up. That changed everything. I couldn’t believe it.

“That’s all the more reason!” I ran back downstairs.

“How long has it been since she left?” I asked both Ray and Remora.

“A little over a week, I think,” Ray answered. “Now that you mention it, didn’t she say she’d be back within a week?”

Remora shrugged. “Yeah, she did. Oh well. Things happen.”

“That’s all you have to say? You, more than anyone, should be worried about her! What if something terrible happened to her?”

“She’s an adult and can make her own decisions. She knew the risks.”

“But what about love? Love is the most important thing in the world, and it can make you feel like you can punch a meteor! Without love, you would only see a shooting star as a shooting star! But it’s the power of love that makes it so much more! It makes you see a comet and wish that that comet was headed toward you –”

“Pretty sure that would kill you.”

“Ahem! Yes! Love is a thing that can kill you and that is why...you should be worried about her!”

She blinked. “I don’t get it.”

“That is also why she should not have gone out there!”

“Wait. You don’t think she died, did you?” She leaned forward. By the sound of things, it was a sign of genuine concern. At least I hoped so, anyway.

“I don’t know, but I should go and find out.”

Remora sighed. “I’ll go. May as well seeing as I didn’t do anything to stop her.”

“You’ve done quite enough,” I scolded.

“What? I’ve just been sitting here the whole time.”

I wouldn’t hear another word. I made my way to the front. Ray followed behind.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked.

“I’ll be back soon. I just need to check it out.”

He nodded. Even if he may have thought that I shouldn’t worry so much, I still had that pain in my gut, telling me to hurry.

At the airport, I found Cybele taking a nap in the break room with a fantasy novel on her lap.

“Cybele, honey,” I whispered, then tapped on her shoulder. She jolted up.

“Oh shit, sorry,” then she blinked. “Sunny?! Is that you?! I didn’t think I’d see you here. You usually go out and about on your own. Though I don’t know how you do it…”

“Never mind that right now. Do you remember a girl with wavy, green hair, kind of short?”

“Oh yeah. She said she had family in New Hampshire and then as soon as we got there, it turned out she tricked me.”

“Can you take me there?”

“What? You too? What’s so special about that place, anyway?”

“It’s about her. She’s in danger. Just trust me.”

I say that, but I’m not even sure if she is or not.

“Okay. If it’s for you, we’ll go.”

We flew off at once. As we drew closer, I noticed smoke from out the window. Upon landing, I got out and felt the ashen air and began coughing. I covered my mouth before looking back at Cybele.

“Can you wait for me in the plane? I’ll be right back.”

She squinted her eyes. “Yeah, but sheesh. You be safe too, okay?”

I followed the cloud of smoke to its source: a woodsy, forested area. At that point, it was too overpowering to get any further. There were efforts to put out the flames, fire departments on the scene, but it looked like it continued to rage on. I ran back and in a nearby town, took to a rooftop. Once I was high enough, I pulled out binoculars and checked out the woods once more. As soon as I was able to get a closer look at the source, I dropped the binoculars. All my fears had come true.

I have to get back to the others. This is horrible.

Along the way, I managed to talk to someone who lived in the area. The more details I heard, the worse it got. By the time I got back to the plane, I choked up. Cybele saw me as I entered, I tried to greet her like normal, but between my smoke-filled lungs and the revelation, little came out.

“Sunny?” She asked.

“She…” It was no use.

“Sunny? Tell me what happened.”

I sat down in one of the seats and shook my head. That time, I was able to answer properly. “The building she went to investigate is burned down. The surrounding woods caught fire. I asked one of the locals about it. They said it started burning last week. Someone in the fire department said a body was found, burnt to a crisp. I can’t…”

I wanted to get closer, to see for myself. To find some proof that she could still be okay, that she was still out there. But I couldn’t manage to. The flames were too strong and I had nothing to protect myself against them.

“My God,” Cybele gasped. “I’m sorry. I feel like it’s my fault all this happened. If I had stopped to think about her story, I wouldn’t have agreed to help her, and she’d still be around.”

“No. You did nothing wrong. Let’s go back.”

When I made it back to the diner the very next morning, I didn’t make any big greetings. I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

Tigershark was the first to greet me.

“You’re back!” Her energy was so vibrant, so pure. I hated that I was about to crush her spirits.

“I have some bad news,” I announced, rather than a greeting. I sounded so dull and lifeless. It almost seemed to mirror Remora’s regular tone.

“What?”

“Your friend, Demetria, she won’t be coming back.”

“Why not? Did she go back to her other home?”

Oh dear…

“No. She’s dead.”

Her face changed from that of excitement to anger.

“You can’t just say things like that!” She yelled, her hands up in the air.

“I’m sorry. It’s true.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but –” She interrupted me.

“You don’t get it!” She ran off to the back.

I tried to follow her and as soon as I opened the door, Ray got up and wrapped one arm around my back and comforted me.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“It’s Demetria. There was a fire. I don’t think she could have made it out.”

He went silent. The whole room did. Remora, in her usual spot, looked down at the desk and flipped through stacks of papers. That wouldn’t do. I went up to the desk and slammed my hands down.

“I know you heard me!” I shouted. My face was burning red, on the verge of tears. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

She looked up. “What about it? It’s unfortunate. I know you’re upset, but these things happen.”

“That’s it?”

“I get it. When someone dies, it’s normal to be upset. But that doesn’t mean I am. If either of you know anything about me, this shouldn’t come as a surprise.”

I released my hands and stood back up, taking a deep breath as I did so.

“You’re right. I’m not mad at you. Or anyone. I just wish things were different.” I paced around the room, and then came to a conclusion. “I think taking on all these requests got out of hand. It might be best if we stopped.”

“In that case, there’s no more reason for me to be here,” Remora pointed out.

Ray turned to me. “Under any other circumstance, I would urge you not to be so hasty. But I understand.”

It seemed like such a quick decision to make, but it was so hard to imagine it happening. My husband and I spent years doing that second job and earned most of our money that way. It was a source of joy for us. But I just couldn’t imagine it being fun anymore.

“I also think we should hold a memorial service for her. I’ll carve her name into a stone. It can serve as a grave.”

Tigershark ran out from one of the rooms. “You guys are being dumb!”

“Sweetie,” I tried to calm her. I wasn’t good at this.

“No! She promised! Just wait a few more days!”

“I don’t want to believe it, but –”

She ran off again. I felt like it was hopeless.

I went out and found a large stone on the ground. After a while of looking around, I found a smaller rock with a jagged edge that I could use to carve her name in. I got to work, each letter at a time. I didn’t know when she was born, so I left it at her name. Just as I finished up and stood back up, I looked behind me to see the others. Even Tigershark was there, although begrudgingly. She still looked like she didn’t want to face me.

“I discussed it with the others, and we agree that a memorial is the least we can do,” Ray explained.

Remora didn’t say anything. Neither agreed, nor disagreed. I didn’t know whether she felt obligated to show up, or just wanted to. Whichever it was, I was glad she was there. From what little I had heard of Demetria, I thought that she would have wanted Remora to be there.

“I guess I should start,” I began. “Though it’s hard to know what to say. I never really knew her. I think that’s the point…” I coughed, then began: “Demetria, I wish I got to meet you. I have no doubt we would have gotten along.”

I took a few steps back and let Ray walk up to the stone. He wasn’t smiling, rather, he pushed his glasses up and looked down.

“You were a delight to have around. Although you weren’t the best at everything you did, I really appreciated how you gave everything your all.”

He walked away after that.

“Tigershark, do you have anything to say?”

She didn’t look at me. Or any of us. But she ran up to the stone and kicked it. The stone didn’t budge.

“You promised! You said you would come back!”

Ray picked her up and set her aside. She continued to yell, “it’s not fair!”

I turned to Remora, who looked straight ahead. Not down, not up. It was as if none of us were there. “Do you want to say anything?” I asked her. She shrugged her shoulders and took a couple steps forward.

“I feel like I should mourn her, but I’ve never been able to feel anything when someone died. It’s never meant anything to me.”

“Any words you could say about her?” I pressed.

She shook her head. “She was...interesting.”

After a moment of silence, we all looked at each other. It felt like we were all on the same page; unable to figure out what to do going forward. We were about ready to go back, or go our separate ways, when we heard someone’s voice call out.

“Fuck y’all!”

We turned around and saw someone approach, badly bruised and limping. One step at a time, she drew closer.

“I don’t believe it…” I stood, wide-eyed.

Tigershark ran up to her and gave her a big hug.

“You came back!”

“Ow, ow, ow. What gives?” She groaned, looking like she was about to fall over. “I said I would, wouldn’t I?”

“I know! But nobody else listened!” Tigershark whined.

Again, I couldn’t believe what I saw. It didn’t add up. Still, I couldn’t deny that she was there. I walked forward. She didn’t know me, and I never got to meet her, but even still.

“There was a fire, I thought for sure…”

“Yeah,” she looked up, scowled, and pointed at herself. “Because I set the fire!”

Even if what she said was true, if I wasn’t just seeing some kind of illusion, there were still so many unanswered questions. But for the moment, I allowed myself to believe she was there.

It looked too real to be anything but, anyway. She looked like even if she was alive, she was on the verge of collapsing, and in really bad shape.

“You’re alive,” I murmured.

Everyone else looked just as confused as I was. Remora, however, walked up to her.

“Good job,” she said, then walked away. Demetria stood wide-eyed, then looked at the rest of us.

“That’s right. I’m really back, aren’t I?” She smiled as she said that, even if her smile looked weak.

Maybe the kid was right and I should have waited longer. As if I really should have believed that promise. But even though it had come true, I still couldn’t help but think: Promises don’t mean much in the face of reality.

For once, though, I was glad to be proven wrong.

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Okej så massor av frågor för the writing ask meme: 4, 5, 6, 11, 17, 20, 21, 22 and 23!!

oooooh, I love getting so many!! *rubs my hands together*

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Camilla was a ghost.

She was the ghost of Castle Krakenburg, that resided in the walls and could be heard giggling or running down through the hallway when a lonely maid found themselves all alone in the hallway. Servants whispered to each other in the corners, stealing a moment or two to chat away from the eyes of their superiors, and they talked about the crown princess that had died at a young age a hundred years ago and that still resided in the walls, looking over the court that never had become hers. Ladies in waiting tried to scare each other over tea with stories about a woman that had wrongfully been executed for a crime she hadn’t committed, the crime changing every time the story was told, and since then haunted the castle, seeking revenge on her long dead executor. The guards tried to best each other with the scariest story about the butcher’s twins that had been found dead in their room some forty years back. To the kitchen servants she was a concubine looking for her noble lover that had betrayed her, to the gardeners a noble’s unwanted bastard child, and to some… to some she was just superstition. The tales that surrounded her were endless. Camilla listened to all of them, perched in a sofa during teatime, overheard them while on her way to her next lesson, coaxed them out of the soldier in charge of overseeing the training weapons. She loved them all, loved hearing about the fear that she struck in people, and how completely off every theory was. No one seemed to connect them to the princess with purple hair. Yes, Camilla was a ghost. She was the ghost of Castle Krakenburg, everyone and no one at the same time.

But she was also a ghost in other ways. She was a spirit that couldn’t get rest, who was condemned to tread through the same hallways, the same halls, the same days for eternity. She walked the same ways, from lesson to lesson she was supposed to attend, from library to music hall, and then down to her daily tea with Mother in the west drawing room. She was a tolerated presence, but she wasn’t much else. She was a princess, which gave her rank and status, but she was also the daughter of a court sorcerer, not a queen. She was someone and no one, a ghost caught in the world it once had inhibited but no longer had any place in. To servants she was someone to envy, her beautiful dresses and lavish dinners so far from their own world, like the dead envying the living. To nobles she was someone to scorn, her very existence a blight on the royal family, a subject to be sneered at like the living despise death. She was dead but alive. Alive but dead. A ghost with a heartbeat, a heart pumping around blood she didn’t deserve in her unworthy veins.

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This is a bit long, I admit, but I’m very proud of it and I feel like the two paragraphs are so connected I couldn’t have one without the other. This is from my wip Inseperable about Fe Camilla’s childhood. I think she’s a very interesting character, even if canon doesn’t give her enough space or depth, and I wanted to explore how her childhood could have looked like. It’s a character study, I suppose you could say, as well as a look into how the actions and sins of others can shape your life before you have even been born. I have been working on this piece for quite a while, but it’s also progressively becoming longer and longer than I first anticipated... Heh.

Speaking of, this ask is turning longer than I anticipated as well, so I’ll put the rest under a read more!

5. What character that you’re writing do you most identify with?

Hmn... Lawrence, I think. He’s an oc of mine, and even if he’s not my main character in the story, I believe he’s the character in the story most inspired by my own emotions and my way of viewing the world. Lawrence has to put on a pleasing facade, and his livelihood is dependent on others liking him. It’s only through writing that he is able to express what he truly thinks and feels, and even then he’s forced to do it in a subtle way or tone it down because his peices must always be entertaining as the first priority. My own situation isn’t as dire, but it’s certainly something I identify with.

6. What character do you have the most fun writing?

Oh, Dominic, without a doubt!! I really love writing him, not only does his personality, struggles and his relation to both Ethan and Rayne lend themselves to very interesting scenes and a joy to write, but they also leave room for sweet moments, hilarity, and a good amount of sass if I want to~ Not to mention that he inherited my love for big buff loyal men and I can live out my romantic fantasies of being carried bridal style through him,,,

11. What do you envy in other writers?

The ability to create a plot, no doubt. I’m rather good with one shots, but when I try to write something longer like a multichap or something I tend to get lost in the details. I’m getting a bit better on it, though, because I have learned a few ways of making drafts and outlining and such, so it’s a tad easier. But one shots are still my forte, and I want to brave out in longer stuff.

17. Do you think readers perceive your work - or you - differently to you? What do you think would surprise your readers about your writing or your motivations?

Hmn... Now this sure was an interesting question... The most things I have heard about this is people being confused or surprised about the topics I decide to write about. It’s a tad darker and angstier than expected, I believe, haha. It seems blood and gore doesn’t really fit with the soft aura I have, and that surprises people. But this is what I’ve heard from friends and such, and I don’t know if that’s something that would surprise those who know me by my writing, not my personality or appearance.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Ohohohoho~ *rubs hands together* happily!

While writing Inseperable there’s a lot of meta, actually, mostly callbacks (callforths?) to canon or building up to things that happen in canon. Canon shows that Xander has gone through many changes to mold himself into the perfect crown prince, but what I know it doesn’t talk much about how Camilla’s personality was as a child, and how she grew into what she became to be. So the most part of meta is building up to canon, like events mentioned in canon (like the concubine wars), but mostly how their personalities and bond has changed from childhood to the adults they are in canon. There I work a lot with how the past changes the present, even the past we had no control over, like who our parents are.

In Madame Guillotine, however, the meta is a bit different. There I work a lot with circles, “what goes around comes around” and repeating history. For example, Rayne that shackles Dominic to him, and uses threats and punishments to keep Dominic in line, while remaining unknowing that that’s what his father did to his mother at the beginning of their (arranged) marriage. Or how Rayne’s father stabbed Dominic’s mother in the back and then publicly executed her without giving her the chance to defend herself and her country in battle, and then ends up meeting the same fate - betrayed, and publicly executed in front of a cheering audience, with no way of defending himself from Dominic’s revenge. It’s a bit of the characters sealing their own fates, pushing each other into craving vengeance, and then being surprised by the knife in the back it gives them. All of it is connected, everything a circle, going on and on...

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Well to be honest with you I wish I could make Inseperable into a film or something. There are a few scenes that I think would just be better on screen, that need a motion that is much harder to capture in words with the same emotion.

22. Do you reread your old works? How do you feel about them?

Oh, yes, many times! It’s good to look back on old works, to find old ideas I had and see if there’s something I can recycle or, if the work is unfinished, mature into a improved version. I can also find inspiration there, older works I’m still proud over can fuel me to continue on on the projects I have. And I can always look back on them and see how much I have improved. When I read them I find myself editing the text in my head, which shows how much I’ve improved since I wrote it, and that I still am improving. It’s very refreshing to look back on older works.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

Hmn... This one is a tricky one, because most of the ideas I have in my head are things that I have for daydreaming, and it’s few that I actually have intention of writing. The story idea I’ve had in my head for the longest would probably be what would become Insperable, I think? Ever since I learned of the concubine wars when playing the game for the first time I wanted to explore that, as well as how the nohrian sibs grew to become so close despite that. But it took time for the plot to actually grow, and for the longest time it was just a vague idea of “I wanna write on this topic”, so I don’t know if it counts...

This was really fun! Thank you so much for asking~!

#luddy answers #ask game #writing #this got long lmao #okay on my computer this shows up nice #I hope it works on mobile too

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beneaththetangles · 5 years

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On Love

TWWK: You’ve surely seen many of of the wonderful guest contributions by Jeskai Angel here in recent months—so many that he seems to be part of our regular staff! Well, we’ve remedied that inconsistently by bringing Jeskai Angel on as a member of our staff! He’ll be joining our light novel club and contributing other pieces as well, including today’s, which comes to you in a format quite unique for an anime blog—the Socratic dialogue.

Over the past couple of seasons, I’ve been struck by how some of the anime I’ve watched seemed almost to be talking to one another—specifically, regarding the nature and meaning of love. Using quotes from these anime plus the Bible, I have endeavored to recreate my experience, by constructing something of a Socratic dialogue (think Plato’s Republic, or, for a biblical example, the book of Job). My sources are as follows:

Sword Art Online Alicization: episodes 19, 21, 22, 23, & 24

SSSS.Gridman: episodes 8 & 12

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai: episodes 1, 2, & 3

The Bible: John 3, Romans 5, 1 Corinthians 13, Ephesians 2, & 1 John 4

All of the sentences attributed to characters within the dialogue are quotes from of those sources, though obviously I’ve taken them out of context and reorganized the material. While I hope that even those who nothing about these shows can get something out of this piece, it’ll make more sense and be more meaningful if you are familiar with the characters and stories and I’m referencing. To that end, I’ll introduce the cast and summarize the storylines involved. Click here to skip the introduction and jump straight into the dialogue.

Sword Art Online Alicization

Quinella: the villain, steals people’s memories and brainwashes them into being loyal to her

Eugeo: one of the main heroes, who temporarily fell prey to Quinella’s temptations

Kirito: the other main hero

Young Alice: Eugeo’s mental image of the girl he loves, as a child back before she was kidnapped

Alice: now grown up; taken away by Quinella years ago and memory erased

Teise: a junior student of swordsmanship and friend to Eugeo

Cardinal: long-time enemy of Quinella

Charlotte: an artificial intelligence in the form of a spider; works for Cardinal and aids Kirito

Kirito is trapped in a virtual fantasy world full of artificially created human souls. Their virtual world is ruled by the evil Administrator Quinella, who relies on manipulating people’s memories to make them serve her.

SSSS.Gridman

Shinjo Akane: first seems to be a high school girl, only to be revealed as the villainous demigod creator of the world in which the show is set, and only gets more complex from there

Takarada Rikka: one of the protagonists, a high school girl and friend of Akane

Alexis Kerib: ultimate villain of SSSS.Gridman; assists Akane but also exploits her for his own purposes

The protagonists discover their world is constantly being destroyed and rebuilt by kaiju controlled by Shinjo Akane.

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

Azusagawa Sakuta: protagonist, high school boy, eponymous rascal

Sakurajima Mai: high school girl and child actress; slowly becoming invisible to / forgotten by other people, until Sakuta forces them to acknowledge her existence

Futaba Rio: high school girl and science nerd friend of Sakuta

In the first arc of the show, Mai gradually disappears from everyone’s sight and memory until Sakuta, thanks to his love for Mai and some help from Rio, reverses the process.

And there you have it. That won’t completely make for having never seen these shows, but it should help. Without further ado, let’s begin. Or, as Socrates is made to say in The Republic, “Tally ho, Glaucon!”

As I was wandering the stoa of ancient Athens—because obviously that’s where to go if you’re looking for a Socratic dialogue—I happened upon a crowd of anime characters engaged in, well, animated discussion. As I listened, it became apparent that they were debating the nature of love. Two young women, Quinella and Shinjo Akane (#TeamGirlsWithLilacHair&GodlikePower), took the position love was all about power.

As I approached, Quinella was speaking: “If you love me, I’ll return that same amount of love. The deeper your love for me, the more I’ll bring you to the ultimate pleasure. First, you have to love me. If you gave all of yourself to me, I’d love you back the same amount. That eternal love you’ve been seeking all your life, that eternal control…you were so close to obtaining it!”

A young man nearby, named Eugeo, responded “Eternal…love? Eternal…control. Is that really what love is? Is it like money that you use to buy things of value? Is that all there is to it?”

A couple of other characters tried to chime in here.

“That’s not what it is, Eugeo-senpai!” a girl named Teise called out.

Young Alice piped up, “You’re wrong, Eugeo! Love isn’t something you can get as a reward!”

Quinella glared and raised her voice to drown out the interruption: “If you entrust everything to me, the thirst that’s been making you suffer will be quenched instantly. All the fears and worries you’ve been carrying will be erased. Do that, and I shall forgive your heinous crime with my tremendous amount of love. To love is to control, and to be controlled.”

Another young woman with lilac-colored haired and pretensions of divinity, Shinjo Akane, had been nodding vigorously in agreement with Quinella and now spoke up in support. Akane’s words seemed both more subtle and less confident than Quinella’s, but they likewise portrayed love through a paradigm of power and control. To her, love was something she made people do.

Looking at another girl about the same age, Akane declared, “You should be close to me. Don’t you wanna get along with a god? No matter what I do, you’ll never be able to hate me. I made sure you were set up that way. Everyone that lives here loves everything about me. That’s why you and I are friends, Rikka.”

The other girl, Takarada Rikka, answered, “I was born already as your friend?”

“You were made to be my friend when you were made by my kaiju,” Akane declared.

At this moment a tall, dark, Darth Vader wannabe figure tapped Rikka on the shoulder.

“Um, who were you again?” asked the obviously villainous Alexis Kerib.

“I’m a friend of Akane’s,” Rikka affirmed.

Alexis wagged a finger at her. “You’re a counterfeit born from Akane’s kaiju. A fabricated human… A replica… You’re a creation that Akane made for her own benefit. A creation that thinks they are human. A creation that believes their god is a friend. How sad that is.”

Rikka shot back defiantly, “Whether it’s sad or not is up to us to decide.”

Noticing that the crowd seemed puzzled as to who Alexis was and why he was there, he explained that he helped Akane make kaiju. “Providing kaiju allowed Akane to build her ideal city. And destroy it again… She couldn’t control every irregular, nor all the lives that were born here. Which is exactly why she needed kaiju,” Alexis concluded. He seemed not to notice that his concession that Akane could not control everything or everyone indirectly bolstered Rikka’s stance that her love and friendship were voluntary.

Rikka ignored Alexis and turned back to Akane. “It’s okay,” she said, “You’re not alone, Akane. That’s why we want you to rely on us… To believe us… That’s what our relationship is.”

Amazement blossomed on Akane’s face, followed by understanding. “Our…relationship? You’re all my…friends.”

As Akane and Rikka hugged, Quinella scowled and made grumbling noises. Akane had effectively joined the enemy by conceding that Rikka and others were not mere puppets, and instead loved her of their own volition.

At this point of couple of older gentlemen spoke up. They looked completely out of place among a gathering of anime characters, and had been muttering to each other ever since Quinella’s comments about how her love was contingent on others loving her first and that love was a matter of control.

The apostle John spoke first. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him. In this is love, not that we have loved God but that he loved us and sent his Son to be the propitiation for our sins. So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. We love because he first loved us.”

The apostle Paul added, “God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ.”

Quinella seemed bemused by these comments, and in the intervening silence, an armored woman named Alice raised a question of her own. “You’ve forcefully taken us from our parents, from our wives and husbands, from our brothers and sisters, to plant false memories of being summoned from a non-existent heavenly realm! Why couldn’t you at least trust in our loyalty and respect for you? Why would you subject our souls to such a tainted ritual to force us to submit to your control?”

This sort of thing was easier for Quinella to process, and she answered with gusto: “The Piety Modules I gifted you are the proof of my love. They freed you from any trifling worries or pain, so you could remain beautiful dolls for all time. I’m going to erase the memories causing you such grief. I’m going to turn you back into a doll that has no need to think. It doesn’t matter how you feel about it. The only proof of my existence is the control I exert. That desire is the one thing that motivates and gives me life!”

Addressing Quinella, Eugeo spoke up again: “You’re the pitiful one, for having no other way to say it! I’m sure you were once the same way. Starved for love and sought it out, but you were never given any. Love isn’t about control. Nor is it something you can gain as a reward or in a transaction. Love isn’t something you seek. It’s something you give. The same way you water flowers, you give it continuously. I’m sure that that’s what love is!”

There was a bit of scuffle at this point that had an oddly relevant outcome. I guess Quinella got fed up with people not conceding to her, so she sicced a golem made of swords on her detractors. In the process, a large spider was fatally wounded.

Addressing Charlotte, the spider, Cardinal (one of Quinella’s opponents) lamented: “You’re so stubborn! Didn’t I release you from duty, thank you for your hard work, and order you to live as you pleased in the corner of your favorite bookshelf?

Charlotte addressed her last words to a boy whom she had protected from the unexpected sword golem attack. “I’m happy…that I got to fight with you at the…end…”

In a tone of stunned sadness, Kirito, the boy Charlotte defended, mused, “She saved me. She sacrificed herself for me. How…how can that be?”

Cardinal answered, “Even if her intelligence was nothing more than accumulated input and output data, it’s possible for a true heart to reside there. Yes, even love, in some cases.”

Quinella seemed quite pleased with her giant robot made of swords, but rather less pleased with this talk about self-sacrifice and love. Gesturing to her sword golem, she offered this rejoinder: “The knights’ simulated personas desire only one thing. To touch the one they recall, hold them tight, and make them their own. It’s that unseemly desire that moves this swordsman puppet. Right now, they sense that person is near. But they can’t touch them. They can’t be one. If they annihilate that enemy, the person they desire will be theirs. Well? Isn’t it a wonderful mechanism? The power of desire really is remarkable!”

“Don’t you dare taint that emotion by calling it desire! This is pure love!” Cardinal spat back.

“They’re the same thing, my foolish pipsqueak,” Quinella mocked. “Love is control. Love is desire. To love is to control. I love everything. I rule everything!”

I barely stifled a chuckle when she said this. According to her, for her to love others meant for her to control them, and for others to love her meant to be controlled by her. It was an impressively one-sided definition.

Seizing the pause, the apostle Paul spoke up again: “Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.”

Quinella snorted contemptuously at this, but before she could say more, another voice rang out. It came from a high school boy who had been looking incensed ever since Quinella’s claims that love equaled control and that control was proof of existence. Her tyrannical outlook reminded him of the worst aspects of high school.

Azusagawa Sakuta began: “Once the class takes its shape, it doesn’t change easily. Others will talk behind your back if you stand out, calling you annoying or a show off. And once that happens, everyone knows that there’s no going back. That’s the kind of place a school is… Nobody can approach Sakurajima-senpai to talk to her. They don’t want to stand out, to be isolated. That’s why Sakurajima-senpai is also reading the situation, and pretending to act accordingly. Everyone says ‘I’m bored’ or ‘Isn’t there anything interesting out there?’ like pet phrases. But in reality, none of them are really looking for a change. The atmosphere is something you need to read. That ‘atmosphere’ that labels you as a bad person if you can’t read it.”

Sakurajima Mai, standing beside Sakuta observed, “Everyone really loves to take hints, don’t they?”

Nodding in agreement, Futaba Rio, a girl in a lab coat, addressed Sakuta: “The human brain doesn’t look at the things it doesn’t want to see. I, myself, took hints, and accepted the condition that everyone was unconsciously ignoring Sakurajima-senpai. If her disappearance is based on the unconscious ignorance of the students, all you need to do is create a reason for existence that overrides it. In other words, your love needs to override the ignorance of every student put together.”

Sakuta continued: “Love, huh? From here on, I must face the atmosphere. The atmosphere that won’t move, even if I push, pull, or slap it around. The atmosphere surrounding the school. It’s easy to ‘follow the leader’ as a lifestyle. Deciding if everything is good or bad on your own uses a ton of calories, and to have a will of your own, it can hurt to be denied. To that point, you stay safe and sound being the same as everyone else. You don’t have to see what you don’t want to. You don’t have to think about what you don’t want to. You can leave everything to someone else. But… There’s no reason to torment someone just because everyone else is doing it. Because everyone is doing it, because everyone says so… That doesn’t make it true! Who is this ‘everyone’ anyway? I won’t let people ignore her anymore. I won’t let people look and pretend not to. I’ll engrave her into everyone’s memory so much they won’t be able to! I’m not gonna take hints anymore. It’s so stupid! All right, guys! Listen up! Class 2-1, attendance number 1, Azusagawa Sakuta! To Sakurajima Mai-senpai, in class 3-1… I’m in love with you, Sakurajima-senpai! Mai-san, I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! Mai-san, I love you!”

Rio concluded, “It could be that our world is so simple that a confession of love can change it.”

With that, the group dispersed, and we all went our separate ways.

“Love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of Yahweh. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.”

Song of Songs 8.6-7

#anime #christianity #rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai #ssss.gridman #sword art online: alicization #holy bible #sword art online #seishun buta yarou wa bunny girl senpai no yume wo minai #socratic dialogue #love #articles #Author: Jeskai Angel

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bitchronan · 5 years

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Sun-Struck

Millicent/Ginny

Non-magical, college, texting AU

Warning for language & alcohol use

ao3

Tuesday, 11:04

Pansy to what was our group chat name again: Millie.. what was that?

Millicent: what was what?

Pansy: you just walked into a tree?

Millicent: I literally did not

Pansy: idk how else to say this .. yes you did

Blaise: hate to agree w/ pansy but I also bore witness

Millicent: ur all dirty fucking liars

Tracey: Ginny weasley just walked past

Tracey: don’t worry millie I don’t think she saw

Theo: wait what????

Theo: ginny weasley!!!?????

Millicent has left the group

Pansy to dynamo titties: don’t think ur getting off this lightly

Millicent: why couldn’t I have better mates

Daphne: fuck right off we’re amazing

Astoria: heard you’ve got wet knickers for weasley female

Millicent: I’m blocking you all fr

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

for sale: shitty friend group, will poke their giant noses in ur business and leave their dirty socks on yr floor (DRACO), starting bid: $0.06 and a piece of gum

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Wednesday, 09:43

Pansy created the group weaslette recon

Pansy added Millicent to the group

Pansy added Draco to the group

Pansy added Daphne to the group

Pansy added Blaise to the group

Pansy added Astoria to the group

Draco to weaslette recon: oooo exclusive members only club

Pansy: this is serious shit

Pansy: no fucking around

Blaise: except for millie

Blaise: ba dum tss

Daphne: please never say that again

Pansy: you have all been chosen for your unique talents

Pansy: Millie obviously u have no talents ur just here bc ur the one w the mega crush

Pansy: Daph ur weird friends w potter we can use that

Millie: oh thanks

Daphne: weird friends …

Pansy: Draco ur just super nosy

Pansy: Tori u and Ronald are still ‘friends’ right?

Pansy: and blaise u just have weirdly good stalker talents

Blaise: right so why are you here?

Pansy: im the brains obviously

Astoria: obviously..

Wednesday, 12:17

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: what are you up to??

Ron to tori 🌟: just laundry you?

Astoria: you know

Astoria: I have laundry to do too

Ron: 😊

Blaise to draconis: you know I think the binoculars are a bit of a give away

Draco to blaze: it’s part of the look blaise

Draco: I’m committed to the aesthetic

Blaise: god ur gay

draco @dracodormiens

need new friends who can truly appreciate the effort I put into being the only one w/ taste or sense of style.. or a skincare routine

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Wednesday, 13:54

Draco to weaslette recon: this is what I have learnt thus far about weasley the smallest:

Draco: she literally does not own any shoes other than sneakers

Draco: which, quite frankly, is a crime

Draco: she’s a lot taller than you think she is

Draco: I would say around 5’7

Draco: bearing in mind millie that you are actually the shortest person alive

Draco: that could present issues

Draco: also she’s friends with loony lovegood which doesn’t speak highly of her taste

Astoria: okay I actually learnt something useful so I’ll go now

Draco: ‘useful’?? okay Sherlock do your worst

Astoria: Ron said she plays football Monday, Tuesday and Fridays and some weekends

Astoria: she’s on the varsity team

Astoria: she works at that coffee shop by the science building

Astoria: she loves animals and volunteers at a rescue shelter when she has the time

Astoria: he also said she’s the most annoying person alive, has no sense of personal space and always takes his shit

Astoria: seeing as he’s her brother I think this is a bit of a biased assessment

Pansy: Astoria thank you for your good work

Pansy: draco I’m doubting your usefulness to this mission

Draco: guess I’ll just die then

Wednesday: 16:02

Daphne to cilliment: ginnys at the library

Daphne: surrounded by admirers

Millicent to dangly: can u blame them

Daphne: god ur wet

Millicent: 🖕🏼

Millicent @itsmilliebitches

Some people are actually like the sun and everyone is just drawn to them ☀️

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Wednesday, 19:16

Ron to grotty sibling #6: Astoria was asking a lot about you earlier

Ginny to roonil: I wouldn’t find your girlfriend asking about your family odd apart from the fact that Draco Malfoy and Blaise zabini were following me around w a pair of binoculars

Ginny: btw I bagsie letting mum down in favour of my social life this week

Ron: fuck no I already have plans

Ron: also, not my girlfriend

Ginny: not if I text her first you don’t

Ginny to birthgiver: mom I can’t come to dinner this weekend I have important plans

Ron to Mom: Can’t make dinner this weekend but Ginny will be there she has nothing on xx

Molly to Family: Any more of my ungrateful children want to stand me up this weekend?

Fred: now you mention it….

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Thursday, 11:07

Theo to what was our group chat name again: why have we not spoken for like three days

Theo: wtf is going on??

Blaise: definitely not bc we have a new secret gc w/out you

Theo: hahaha I would rip your throat out

Pansy: :/

Theo to bbbbbbbBLAISE: who is in this secret group chat

Theo: ANSWER ME

Blaise to the-no: if I told you it wouldn’t be secret

Theo: you’d better sleep with one eye open fucker

Luna Lovegood has sent you a message request [view / ignore]

Luna Lovegood to Millicent Bulstrode: there’s a party at phi delta alpha on Saturday

Luna Lovegood: I thought you might want to come since you clearly have a massive crush on Ginny

Luna Lovegood: She’ll be there, in case that wasn’t obvious

Luna Lovegood – Add Friend / Message

Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: what are we all doing on Saturday

Millicent: rhetorical question we’re going to a party at pda

Draco: still the best fraternity name ever

Thursday, 14:12

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): anyone (millie) wanna go get coffee specifically at that place by the science building for no particular reason

Tracey: I’m down

Daphne: don’t remember inviting you but okay I guess

Millicent: how do you know she’s working today

Daphne: Penelope Clearwater from my business class is a manager there

Daphne: she showed me the rota

Millicent: on what grounds??

Millicent: Hey penny can I see the staff rota for the coffee shop you manage for vague and unspecified reasons

Daphne: pretty much yeah

Daphne: slytherin

Tracey to ditties (dynamo titties): okay what’s everyone want?

Tracey: millie ur ordering for everyone

Tracey: millie??

Daphne: I think shes literally lovestruck

Daphne: I want an oat milk latte w vanilla syrup

Daphne: oh look there’s potter we should go sit w him and his pals

Daphne: the sister of my friend’s best mate is my crush and all that

Tracey: as the spice girls so wisely said

Tracey: if you wanna be my love you gotta get with my friends

Daphne: zigazig ah

Tracey: pray be upstanding for the mighty spice girls

Millicent: fuck off im actually about to crap myself

Daphne to potter: oi potter who are your pals?

Harry to daphne g: daphne, fancy seeing you here

Daphne: we have ulterior motives

Harry: should I be worried?

Daphne: ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies

Daphne to ditties (dynamo titties): millie whats that on your cup??

Millie: ??? what do u mean

Tracey: there’s something drawn on your cup

Tracey: it looks kind of like a sun

Daphne: why does she look like shes about to pass out?

Luna Lovegood invited you to the event shindig / Saturday, 21:00

Going / Maybe / Can’t go

Saturday, 19:38

Millicent to skkkkrrrr: okay I need help of the wardrobe variety big time

Pansy: omw

Millicent: id rather not look like a bdsm stripper but thanks for the offer

Pansy: don’t speak to me or my 47000 pairs of similar but slightly varied fishnets ever again

Daphne: just wear like

Daphne: clothes

Millicent: thank fuck for that idea

Millicent: fuck u all theo will help me

Pansy: if you want to look like a stressed librarian be my guest

Millicent to main group chat with everyone not secret cooler group chat: everyone but pansy and daphne I need help with my outfit

Draco: fishnets not on the menu then?

Pansy: I resent the implication

Theo: how about a nice sweater?

Pansy: im not saying anything

Astoria: theo it’s a party not a meeting of grammar lovers worldwide

Blaise: you’re all hopeless I must truly do everything myself

Millicent renamed the group blaise + fake friends

Blaise: I approve this message

Saturday, 22:17

Millicent to blaise + fake friends: hey

Millicent: crazy idea

Millicent: what if we /didn’t/ go

Draco: we’re here so a little late to chicken out

Millicent: who’s gonna fucking stop me

Tracey: literally all six of us

Blaise: right who wants a drink?

Pansy: I want 5 please

Pansy: oh tori there’s ur boyfriend

Astoria: are u sure u know what a boyfriend is pans

Pansy: bite me greengrass miniature

Astoria: 🙄

Draco: if you’ll all excuse me I’m going to go get blackout drunk

Theo: who said you don’t have hobbies

Daphne: come on millie I’ll hold your hand whilst you pine over weasley from afar

Saturday, 23:45

Harry to daphne g: I have ur friend

Daphne to potter: is this a hostage situation?? Bc I don’t really want her back

Harry: she just did three shots of tequila then downed an unidentified drink george gave her

Daphne: definitely don’t want her back then

Harry: I think she’s gonna hurl

Daphne: oh don’t worry millie doesn’t vomit she just ruins her life through questionable decisions

Harry: ever thought that perhaps that is worse?

Daphne: but infinitely more entertaining

Harry: daph

Daphne: fine im coming

Daphne: where are you?

Harry: kitchen

Daphne to potter: where are you???

Harry to daphne g: she got away, im in pursuit

Daphne: what do you mean got away??

Harry: gave me the slip, did a runner, kicked me in the shin and took off running

Daphne: I hope it bruises

Daphne: youre a terrible babysitter

Daphne to weaslette recon: anyone seen millie?

Astoria: yea she’s with me

Daphne: is she plastered?

Astoria: she seems fine??

Astoria: we’re playing foosball w ron and ginny

Astoria: hmmm

Daphne: what??!!

Astoria: she just took her shirt off

Daphne: must’ve been slow acting

Sunday, 00:03

Draco to blaise + fake friends: are my eyes decieveing me or is millie making out w girl weasley w no top on in the middle of the living room

Blaise: unless this is a shared hallucination in which case I will be gracefully committing suicide tomorrow then yes

Tracey: dw im filming the whole thing

Daphne: maybe we should stop them before they fully have sex in front of everyone

Astoria: or millie suggests body shots

Millicent: BODDY SHPTS!!!

Astoria: oh shit

Sunday, 08:39

Daphne to millie before you ask yes you did take your top off and suck vodka out of weaslettes navel last night: not to be dramatic but I think an angry dragon has taken up residence in my head

Draco: if any of you are truly my friends you will bring me 7 mcdonalds hash browns and 5 advil

Draco: and a coffee

Pansy: already omw to mcdonalds

Pansy: anyone else want anything?

Blaise: you could see if they’ve got millie’s dignity laying around

Pansy: doubtful

Pansy: recon in draco’s room in 15

Pansy: those of you who are alive

Daphne to cilliment: [Attachment: 1 image]

Daphne: a hashbrown or 9 to wash away the shame

Millicent to dangly: I’m literally dropping out and going home

Daphne: you kicked harry in the shin

Millicent: he probably deserved it

Sunday, 08:55

Ron to tori 🌟: so my sister and ur mate have got further than we have

Astoria to ronnie🌸: I can’t think what you mean

Ron: what are you doing today?

Astoria: trying not to die

Astoria: trying to stop Millie from killing herself

Astoria: the usual

Ron: I don’t think you need to worry about that

Ron: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: omfg!!!!!!!!

Astoria renamed the group ginny weasley loooooooves millie

Astoria to ginny weasley loooooooves millie: [Attachment: 1 image]

Astoria: @Millie

Blaise: omg

Draco: maybe weaslette has taste after all

Tracey: :’) it’s a proud day for all of us

Pansy: if you’d worn fishnets she’d have called you mind-blowingly fuckable instead of just hot

Pansy: just stating the facts

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Ginny Weasley to Millicent Bulstrode: so.. I know more of your bellybutton than I do of you

Ginny Weasley: but what I do know I like

Sunday, 09:27

Astoria to ronnie 🌸: so where are we going tomorrow?

Ron to tori 🌟: tomorrow?

Astoria: on our first date

Wednesday, 13:48

Ginny to birthgiver: about Saturday

Molly to Ginny: You’re not getting out of it this week. I haven’t seen you in almost 3 weeks now.

Ginny: actually I was going to ask if I could bring my girlfriend

#hp #hpfic #millicent bulstrode #ginny weasley #millicent x ginny #ginny x millicent #*fic #mine

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Week 6: Monday, June 18th to Sunday, June 24th 2018

bonjour y´all & welcome to this weeks reading list, which is already week 6 woooow. idk why i´m so motivated currently, it´s not funny anymore.

oh, and i´m hosting a writing challenge, check it out on my profile.

as usual, i´ve put together a list with all the fics i´ve read over the week & they were all freaking amazing. those are the once i personally preferred. all the writers are amazing, so don´t be sad if you did not make it on this weeks list.

i really hope you´ll enjoy & as always, leave some love to the author!

aileen

1.) Drabble/Oneshot by @builder051

okay, i actually hate gideon with a passion, but this broke my poor beating heart. like spence is so so heart broken, i can´t take that. this was so short, bu cute and good. i loved derek in it. good job!

2.) Survivor - Chapter 3 by @docspencerreid

hun, please don´t be so hard on yourself. you´re doing a great job here & your fic will get the recognition it deserves, i promise. SO GO READ IT YALL!!!! this chapter was so heartbreaking. but i really love how spencer supports her and is there for her. also that cute lil moment with Garcia, but also Morgan. my heart is swooning. really well done!!! be proud!

3.) (2) Chess II Criminal Minds by @idkbutspencer

okay, first things first: username goals???? okay also angst, i love angst. this was really good angst. i enjoyed it a lot. don´t worry about your english, it´s perfect. and this story was freaking amazing, congrats!

4.) Submission by an Anon, sent to @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was so so beautiful. i loved how Luke wanted the blessing of Y/N´s father. and the end aawwww, so sweet. literally @ the anon writing this: this was so sos so so so good. they are so relationship goals, i´m jealous.

5.) A // Spencer Reid by @spencerthepipecleaner

okay, i really loved spencer´s casual reaction to what the reader had to say. this is how everybody actually should be. can this be possible??? this was perfect, great work!

6.) Survivor - Chapter 4 by @docspencerreid

all the freaking angst, i´m loving it. this chapter was so so good, i can´t deal with it. i can´t wait for more. this story is giving me life! good job! :) you´re awesome!

7.) Distractions Get You Killed - 1 by @traceyaudette

okay, woow. ANGST YES. Hotch, i have a question for you: what are you doing man? uuuugh, please. i really can not wait for more. this was so so good & i enjoyed reading it a lot. great work!

8.) Hiding Something - Aaron Hotchner Imagine by @fly-on-my-sweet-angel

i love me some good hotch fics, and yours was a shorty, but i loved it with my whole heart. this was cute & sweet af. i love Dad!Hotch a whole lot and i miss him tons. well done. :)

9.) Secrets II Spencer Reid by @alittlelessthanfandomimagines

okay, this? SO SO GOOD. it actually deserves a second part, really. like it would fit, but only if you want it to continue, just saying. i loved it, it was so well written. the emotions were delivered in a perfect way, i could feel them all the back here over to germany. well done! great job:)

10.) Lunch Break by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

oooh spencer, i love you my man. i also loved the readers and dereks relationship and friendship here. and how jealous reid was hahahah. but the end was so sweet aww.

11.) Safety (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @speedreiding

woowww. mind blown, i´m serious. this story was a good kind of different. like usually, it´s the reader who gets hurt or stuff. but it was interesting to see it the other way around & i liked it a lot. i loved how the reader took careof reid, it was so good awww. my poor baby! very well written!

12.) The Best Birthday Party Ever by @tenaciousarcadeexpert

ooooo this was so so cute. i want to celebrate my bdays with the team yes please. i´m loving it. the team is fucking friendship goals. great work!

13.) Regrets and Sorrows by @the-criminal-soldier

ooookay, i already gave you feedback to this but i´m gonna gladly repeat myself. first of all, this was the first entry to my 600 followers celebration challenge and let me tell you, this was so so good. my mind was blown. i´m so happy omg. how can angst make someone this happy lol? this story was a legit masterpiece. the angst = perfect!!! we legit need a second part to this istg (only if you want to lol i just think it could fit here.) great job!

14.) V-E-T-S by @butsomeofusarelookingatthestars

this was adoreable. luke, my homeboy. all shy and cute and awwww. this whole story was so cute uugh, my heart is full of love for this. Roxy is my number 1 love tho. :) well done!

15.) target by @uncomfie

ok first of all, can you share some of your talent with me? thanks! then, this story has me on the edge of my seat. i legit can´t wait for the next part. derek and y/n better be okay ugh. if you wouldn´t mind, could you please tag me in your fics? i really really love them :) great work!

16.) Redemancy by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

awww it started with some angst which turned into fluff. it´s so obvious that Luke has the hots for Ella duuuh. i can´t wait for more. i loved the ending. this whole part was really good. well done :)

17.) Survivor - Chapter 5 by @docspencerreid

you know how much i love your story :) the angst is getting heavier from chapter to chapter, i´m loving it <3 the reader is so so brave and fearless and so willing to fight. i admire her so much! the end, oh lord. my poor heart. poor spencer! again, great job!

18.) I Did Something Bad by @ionlyreadfivebookslastweek

aww you with the username goals, hi. i love your writings. this one was so so cute. i´m still sitting here and “aww” - ing about it. i´m crying. spence is me, like literally i would burn the whole freaking house down if i would try to cook (not to mention cook and multitask lol). but the thought was so cute and kind. they are relationship goals, without question.

19.) No Explanation by @abcreid

okay, so the beginning of this story was all cute and fluffy and happy, but then the turn...wow. there was some deep angst into this and especially the end had me at the edge of my seat. but i totally get the reader...spencer, you better solve this! great work!

20.) Catch Up (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy

ok, this was SWEET awwww i´m in love. spencer was so cute omg. i also loved derek & penelope in this. they are goals!!!!! this is a great story & your writing style is amazing! well done!

21.) Stuffed Comfort by @reid-fiction

awww also some cute spencer stuff, i´m crying. you´re all blessing me with your talent. okay this was so cute and there is actually nothing bad about having stuffed animals, like i myself still have them in my room, so what? spencer is such an amazing and understanding bf. he´s perfect (what else is new?). well done!

22.) Healing Together by @dontshootmespence

ok...omg the angst...like omg. “you might be morgan´s baby girl but you´re one of my best friends.” - brb crying. the end----awwwwwwww i don´t really ship them, but this was beyond cute ugh :)())))) my heart is happy! i just loved everything about this, really. i would totally be fine with the season finale continueing like this. great work, nicole :))))

23.) Their Blood is on Your Hands by @marvelfanlife

ok this fic here was a piece for my challenge which is currently running around on here :) and let´s just say this was perfection! first of all: it´s a matt fic my heart is swooning. the friendship between him and emily is so so pure i´m in love. it was so perfectly angsty and i loved the plot! great job & thanks again for joining!

24.) Wasted Time by @dontshootmespence

awww another fic for my challenge, this time it´s a tara one. and let´s just say it´s about tara just being an independent badass woman who´s able to stand up for herself and takes no shit from any man. i loved this plot and what you made of the prompt. the end broke my heart tho, my pure babe. the angst was def there and i enjoyed reading it. thanks for participating! :)

25.) I´ve Got You by @therealtrashhere

angst overload wooow. mind blown. the relationship between hotch, reid & the reader is goals, i´m loving it. this plot was really good, some heavy angst, but only mentioned, but really good. i´ve felt all the emotions and the end had my heart melting! well done :)

26.) Redemancy Pt.2 by @xocriminal-minds-imaginesxo

part 2 was so good. i can´t wait for the next one bc i need to see where this relationship thingy between ella and luke is going. like the tension is so so there. also JJ OMG wtf is wrong :D this part had me in tears :) i really enjoyed reading this :)

27.) Mermaid (Spencer Reid x Reader) by @generallynerdy

cute cute cute. i´m loving it. the end was adoreable, the whole thing actually was. but rossi omg daddy spaghetti, i love you so much, he´s always so done with his kids. great job!

28.) Anniversary >> Spencer Reid by @eideticreid

with this masterpiece, i wanna close this weeks list bc holy shit i´m shook. the reader is so so freaking strong and i admire her so much. and specner, can he finally get the award for cutest bf of the year? he is always so supportive and caring. this fic was everything and it´s the perfect end to a perfect week! great job, well done! :)

this has been this week´s list. i really hope you enjoyed all the fics as much as i did. don´t forget to leave love to the authors. also if you wanna join my challenge, i still have a few prompts left :)

see you next week!

#aileen´s reading list #week 6 #fandom #criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #spreading love and positivity

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