#i wrote fanfiction because I can nothing is stopping me from expressing my sheer love and happiness for this little magic man

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Watch and Be Amazed!

Lyney x Gn!Reader

Synopsis: As a simple person with a boring job, you set out to travel the nations. You attend a renowned magic show only to be suddenly placed in the shared spotlight with the magical duo.

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 { i'm still exploring Fontaine but quick heads up on mentioning new locations, dw its spoiler free about the archon quest}

General: SFW, fluffy, magic tricks, Lyney being extra and sneaky, feat Lynette 

A/N: i love him. Cheeky little guy with his equally cheeky little grin mulkin cat- I didn’t think I’d like him this much but he easily sneaked himself into my heart already also because I recently got him- I just wanna squish him (endearingly)

“ Voila! And now in its place are our feathered friends taking flight!” The magician exclaimed as a small swarm of doves flew out of his hands. Just seconds ago, he held a gorgeous bouquet of arranged daisies and prisma like roses, complete with adorned white ribbons and lace. The small bush of green and flora had simply vanished and transformed into a mass of white feathers. 

Your awes become a droplet in the sea of gasps and astonishment from the people around you . Pushing yourself to the end of your cushy seat, you stare ahead in amazement and curiosity.  

Even though you sat some rows away from the front seats, you were mesmerized by the trick. You were certain the bouquet had practically melted and shifted into the cocoon of feathers. At least, that’s how it appeared to your eyes.  

Trailing the doves as they flew above the audience, you unconsciously let out a small laugh of joy like that of an entertained child. The doves flew around freely, some reaching high atop the Opera House’s stretching ceiling and some flew closer to the audience barely grazing above their heads. 

You had been traveling for weeks, as you were lacking some excitement in your mundane life as a simple shop clerk. It had a well off pay and the owner was kind. Yet every passing day became more boring than the last. Soon enough, the days would weld and mend together in your memory as a tapestry of a lackluster pattern. You were afraid it would overshadow a great portion of your lifetime. 

As a shop clerk, you had seen many travelers coming and going, talking about the beautiful sceneries across the rest of Teyvat they have witnessed, varies dishes you’ve never tried before being described as mouthwatering, the wonderful cultures, festivities and traditions people from around this world took part in. It had always left you in a state of entrance and jealousy for them, as they would have the freedom and determination to see the worlds wonders with their own eyes.

Seeing your yearning gaze and saddened expression when the travelers or adventurers left through the front door, your employer had generously given you some vacation time. You were one of your boss’s most dedicated workers, often swooping in for a fellow coworker if they fell ill or couldn’t make it otherwise. You have done more than enough to earn yourself this time off. 

And so, you took your life by the rings and were off into the road. Traveling from one nation to the other and to the now where you were. In the seat in one of the most impressive buildings you have ever seen. 

From the moment you boarded off the Aquabus; the little guides being one of the cutest beings you’ve ever seen; you oogled and awed in the splendor around you. Fontaine had been one leap of a cultural shock for you. Sure, sometimes you moved boxes of bits and bobs of Fontaine imported trinkets onto shelves, but seeing this much advanced technology was a bit exhilarating as well as a bit imposing

However, something there was something that immediately caught your eye when walking about. On a bulletin board was an array of multicolored posters and newsletter, but the bright red one with a grinning cat in the hat caught your gaze immediately. 

“ Come and behold A magical performance performed by renowned Magicians Lyney and Lynette! ” 

The names struck a cord in your memory. Ah, that's right! You had heard a great deal about a very specific Magic show in Fontaine. You remembered it being brought up a good number of times back in the shop. The way people would sound excited and how they could barely contain themselves trying to describe a magic trick as best they could. 

Since you were in the area you had managed to investigate it and wound up purchasing a ticket to go see.  

“ Back to the stage my feathery entourage!! Being in the presence of such a wonderful audience is indeed riveting, but I’m going to need the spotlight back to preform the next trick, haha!” The magician Lyney said with a pleading laugh. The doves seem to have understood them as they all flew back onto the stage. From either side of the giant velvet curtain, the flew behind it disappearing into the shadow. 

“ For this next trick, I’m going to need a hand!” He exclaimed while putting his hands on his hips. He then put a hand on his forehead and looked around the area while squinting his eyes. From the right side of the stage came another person. She had on a similar uniform to her twin brother, adorned with teals, blues and grays. It was a counterpart to the reds, pinks, and plum Lyney wore in his intricate performer’s outfit. 

Yet they both had the motif of that same toothy grinning kitty you saw tagging the corner’s of the promotional posters. 

Lynette had walked behind Lyney and tapped his shoulder twice with a stoic expression. Lyney had turned dramatically around on his heel, immediately stopping his dire search for help.

“Ah, It seems as though Lynette has come to the rescue!” He cheered and with a grateful hand gesture divided the audience's attention to Lynette. She stood there facing the crowd with a curt expression. Lynette seemed to be the polar opposite of her brother. While Lyney was loud, extravagant and energetic, his assistant and sister was quieter, docile and seemed unmoved with the theatrics. However, to you she was as equally impressive as the red Magician. 

In an earlier trick where they’d pull objects directly out of flat cards, Lynette had elegantly swiped off a parasol, a tea cup with piping hot tea given the steam, and an adorable hat with that grinning black cat. All while keeping a calm disposition as if she knew everything and anything that was to come. It boggled you how she managed to slip the illustrations to real physical objects.

But then again, the Magicians never reveal their trade secrets.

Lyney tapped his cheek before he spoke again. “It seems as if we will need a little more help to perform this magic trick, wouldn’t you agree Lynette?” 

Lynette simply nodded.

Lyney’s shoulders relaxed as he twirled around to face the audience. He held his hands behind his back as he paced back and forth. His eyes never leave the audience.

“ For this trick, It will require three people.”

There were very quiet, almost inaudible murmurs and whispers in the crowd. You paid them no mind and kept your eyes focused on the stage. In your mind, you were guessing how the next trick would go.

Lyney stopped center stage.

“ I can see your enthusiasm and excitement! In that case, I shall pick one person from the crowd who will help Lynette and I out!” He said with a jovial grin. His cat-like eyes scanned around the crowd. After this, many people kept their eyes on the Magician scoping out for an available assistant. 

Seeing as you weren’t in the first row or a local, you have settled that your chance of being picked was slim. So instead of paying attention to the main stage and spotlight, you turned your head from side to side. Envisioning the lucky person who would be fished out of the ocean of filled seats. Perhaps it would be the beautiful woman with quite the attractive headpiece sitting a row down from you. Or maybe, it would be the little boy three five seats to your left practically bouncing in his seat chanting to let it be him. 

The choice could be anyone but yourself.

“ You my dear! Could you help Lynette and I out with this trick?” Lyney’s voice resounded once more.

Your eyes squirted suddenly as a bright source of light was now trained above you. Sinking back onto your seat, you turn to face the stage. 

Those cat-like lilac eyes stared directly into your own [E/C] ones. Alongside with the deep royal purple eyes belonging to his assistant Lynette. Looking around and behind, you noticed the two people beside you glance at you with slight surprise. 

You pointed at yourself just to make sure. You didn’t know if you made a face with the sudden surprise of the spotlight, but Lyney chuckled in amusement. 

His eyes crinkled slightly as he nodded, his hair bobbing along with his head and sturdy hat. His laughter made you feel a bit fuzzy in the chest. Maybe you were just starstruck. 

“ Yes you. If it is alright, could you perhaps follow the staff by your row to escort you on stage?” He said, extending a hand to a person in a theater mask and green vest standing at the end of the row. His lilac eyes never left you. 

It was hard to say, but you could assume he was silently communicating with you. His soft eyes were patient and still, unlike his theatrical energy he demonstrated earlier. 

‘ Are you okay with this? ‘ 

He didn’t mind the sudden recess of silence, in fact it only added to the build up to the magic trick. It wasn’t long until you blinked, breaking yourself out of your star-stricken surprise. 

You nodded at Lyney, to which he gripped the brim of his hat quietly tipping it to you with a satisfied grin.

“ Very well, please follow the staff down the aisle while we set up on stage!” 

After squeezing down your row and next to the staff member with the mask, you followed them as they led you towards the stage. The staff member was kind enough to guide you through the dimly lit place, your eyes were examining the person. Their mask is what stuck with you, you’ve never seen anything like it. It was both beautifully crafted yet it gave you a small chill of danger and mystic. It was probably made for this purpose of the show. 

No elemental magic of those who wielded visions, but instead a tightrope thinly strung between reality and fantasy.

The stage was elevated but after climbing up the stairs onto the polished stage. Lyney beckoned you to come up next to him. You shuffled closer, both your hands behind your back fidgeting in a nervous manner.

The spotlight was now back onto Lyney and Lynette and now you as well.

“ Might I know the name of the new assistant I’ll be working with temporarily?” He asked as he now faced you. Lynette came to his side, her violet eyes glazing over you with relaxed attentiveness. 

You felt your mouth become a bit dry. “ I’m [Name].” You spoked normally. 

Lyney bowed, taking off his tophat bringing it close to his chest. 

“ It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, dear [Name]” He bounced back up, flipping his hat back onto his head. 

You shifted on your foot and that seemed to have caught the attention of the magical duo. 

“ Hmm, are you perhaps nervous?” He asked. “ It is quite alright. Whenever the light is trained on you, the feeling of stage fright comes at you like the onslaught of tidal waves.” He said, in a non projecting voice. He still sounded loud enough for the audience to hear, but his words weren’t exaggerated in a way to make you feel queasy. Instead, it sounded like he was cheering you on, a little push of confidence he would share with you.

Maybe you were overthinking it. He is a performer so its his job to turn up the charm towards the audience.

Lynette had subtly sent you a reassuring little smile. She walked up next to you and stood by you now.

 “ Perhaps, you may just have some butterflies in your stomach. It happens to the best of us!” He spoke. His gloved hand came up to you.

“ May I have what’s in your side pocket?” His eyes shifted down to your right pocket. Confused, you reach down into your pocket and feel around. There was a smooth and flat object that you didn’t remember having there, so you slipped it out. 

In your hand was a playing card. It wasn’t an ordinary playing card. It looked to be one of the card props that belonged to the two Magicians. Figuring he wanted it back; without you having the faintest Idea of how it got there in the first place; you handed it to him. 

He grabbed the card and raised it up to his face to inspect it.

“Aha! Just as I thought. You had made a bundle of these pesky little butterflies.” He slipped the card back to his palm. He twirled back to face you with a triumphant smile as if he’d found a treasure chest. “ Fear not, for I will rid you of this troubling kaleidoscope!”

With that being said, he tossed the card over your head.

Or at least, a zipping card was what you were expecting.

Instead, a small little tornado of little butterflies escapes from Lyneys hand. They fluttered around you in a tunnel-like pattern. 

Completely forgetting about the audience, you craned your hand up and stared in awe. Looking closely, some butterflies had little trails of violet shimmer. The butterflies themselves didn't seem to be real butterflies. On some you managed to see the wings to be made out of the back of playing cards. 

The butterflies dispersed out onto the crowd, until each one vanished without a trace. 

“Now then, are you feeling better?” Lyney asked, both hands on his hips.

You nodded with a smile on your face. The small pit of nervousness was now reduced to a grain. 

“Wonderful! And, it seems as if you have magic in you yourself, what luck!” Lyney exclaimed. Lynette all the while silently side eyed her brother and his antics. 

“Now then if you may follow Lynette, she will guide you to this next trick or a trio.” he smiled. 

Lynette had raised a hand to you in order to take it. You complied and took her hand as she led you behind the curtain.

“ Are you okay? I know Lyney can be a bit over the top, but if at any point feeling bad, let us know.” Lynette spoke calmly to you.

“ I’m alright now. I just wasn't expecting to get picked.” You said honestly. 

Lynette nodded. “ It's like that for most who get chosen.” 

She guided you towards a little box which was decorated with a little four pointed gold star in the center. The box was relatively small, reaching from the ground to knee level

“ When they take the box you’ll have to stand on it. I’ll stand in my own box next to you. Just follow Lyney’s instructions.” She said, 

“Also, brace your feet after the curtain falls.” 

You listened closely and nodded.

“Alright. Got it.” 

Lynette hummed.

 Behind the big red curtain you heard the crowd laugh and clap. 

“And now for the anticipated trick, shall I have my two assistants step back into the light?” 

Lynette and you came back onto the stage. Again in the limelight, you noticed the two boxes parallel to each other. 

“ For this next trick, both my assistants shall switch their places before your very eyes.” Lyney spoke calmly.

“But wait a moment. This is a simple trick one could accomplish by simply walking across the stage to the other boxes. This trick is sounding more like a runway show than magic.” Lyney sighed in defeat. In a quick one eighty mood switch, Lyney perked up and raised his chin high.

“ But no, dear spectators in the crowd. This trick shall be done with neither of my assistants leaving the confines of their one by one area!” Lyney exclaimed, flapping his little side cape in the process. 

Lynette turned and gave you a look, a very specific look. You took it to get on the box and you walked over to the one closest to you. 

“ Now then, a little tent shall fall on top of both of them. Switching places without jumping, walking or running is a lot more exhausting than it sounds.” As soon as he said that, above you began to descend a festive red tent. 

It slowly descended until the dark velvet of the inside tent obscure your vision of the crowd and them of yourself. You could only hear the echoing voice of Lyney as the crowd was now fully silenced in anticipation. 

The words of Lynette rang in your mind, as you looked down to your feet.

“ For you see, the most can happen within the blink of an eye.”

You felt the box underneath you dip slightly. Barely enough time to even gasp, you had fallen through the solid box beneath you. Quickly you bent your knees and positioned yourself to be able to absorb the momentum of your fall. 

Once landing soundly, you looked up to see how you had fallen. In the ceiling was a rectangular indentation of a trapdoor.

You heard a ‘psst’ to your right. There you say Lynette making a quick hand gesture to switch places; motioning to you and the spot beneath her feet. 

Speeding over to her, you took little but key notice in your new surroundings. The walls were barren, the air had slight dust, and light from the stage lights barely made it through the miniature nooks and crannies of the floorboards. You were underground. 

Once getting to where lynette last stood, you waited. Looking around where you stood there was a small ladder behind you. 

Suddenly a similar trap door like the one where you initially stood, swung open. 

Taking this as a new signal, you climbed onto the ladder trying to make as little noise as you could. Once above ground, the trap door that was once open shut, making the ground below you stable enough to stand on.

 “ As such, a walk across this stage could be reduced down to none!”

You heard a harsh step down onto the floor followed by a snap of a finger. 

The tent around you was pulled back up at lighting speed leaving you stunned in place. The crowd ahead was looking back and forth between the place where you once were and to where you are now. A roar of whistles and claps was heard. 

Looking to where you once were, stood Lynette waving at the crowd. The same stoic expression on her face. 

Lyney came skipping up to your side. 

“ How are you feeling dear [Name]? I hope you aren't too disoriented by the little trip you took.”

You looked at him, he had a proud grin on his face. The light shown down was overshadowed by the brim of his top hat. And yet, his eyes and distinguishable teardrop mark on his right cheek made you feel all sorts of flustered all over again.

Then again you noticed just how packed the Opera is. You had forgotten momentarily that there was an audience. The showers of cheers came down like a bolt of lightning striking the still water. 

“I’m fine, just a bit perplexed.” You shook your head trying to process what had just happened in what felt like a fraction of a minute.  

“ Oh my, it seems you may have been slightly shaken when vanishing from one spot to the other.” He hummed. 

“ That's it! I shall make it up to you! But I’ll have to get you back to your original box.” He said tapping his curled up hand onto his open palm. 

He stood up onto the tips of his toes, as from your height atop the box managed to put you at a larger distance from him. Figuring he might tell you something , you leaned down slightly.

“ When the tent drops on you once more, close your eyes. Don’t open them until you hear me say, Hat. Trust me, I’m sure this trick will put a blinding smile on your face.” He said quietly, a hand placed by his mouth blocking it from the audience ahead.

You weren’t sure what he meant or what would happen but somehow, you trusted him. Maybe it was his pretty face, charming personality, or simply because a famous and professional performer. 

A little breathy chuckle escaped him before he leaned away and waltzed back to the front and center. Something about him smiling and laughing made your heart almost pop.

You internally battled these pestering thoughts; You were just starstruck! A celebrity crush, don’t let it get to you. Especially in front of a massive crowd watching your every move! 

You took some short breaths in and faced ahead onto the wall behind the audience. You didn’t want to let this confusing feeling consume you.

“And now, one final trick before our amazing temporary assistant bids adieu.” He sighed. From his chest he pulled out a white handkerchief he blew into. The crowd laughed at his little mopping gag.

“ It was a pleasure to have you on stage with us, [Name].” He said before swiping the used hanky away. It disappeared into red and white sparks into the air. 

The tent above you descended once again, and the moment you found yourself in the shaded confines you closed your eyes. You could only listen to what was happening around you.

“Now then, why don’t we send our new friend off with a grand finale?”

The surrounding noise of the crowd murmuring came through as buzzing. You felt the ground once more give out underneath you. Holding in your breath you prepared for what may have come next. 

Something, or someone caught you. You felt the sudden mass underneath you, and suddenly there was a small breeze passing into your face. Your eyes squeezed shut the entire time. 

Suddenly, you felt your feet touch a solid floor. You stood up, the person letting you go as you stabilized yourself. 

“ And so, they shall appear where they once were at the drop of a hat!” 

You heard it. Cracking open one eye you see once again a velvet curtain of a tent. Blinking, adjusting to the light, the tent was pulled up.

This time there was some cheer for a few seconds. The sudden Huhs? And murmurs slowly began to take a hold of the audience. Curious as to the mood shift you look around you. 

Lyney, no longer wearing his signature tophat that had been left sitting on the floor. 

Where Lynette was supposed to be, she was no more. Instead, there was a small top hat lying top down on the box. 

Lyney, surprised, went over to the hat. 

“Lynette? Oh Lyneeette? Where did you vanish off to?” He took the hat and looked inside of it, as if his sister were inside the hat. 

You were slightly puzzled at first. Where on Teyvat could she have gone? Your doubts were suddenly clouded by an obvious truth.

This had to be part of the show. 

So you kept your eyes on the male twin, anticipating what he will do next.

Giving up in calling out to his sister, still holding onto the small hat in his hands, he walked over to where you stood. 

“ It seems that she won’t show herself unless we make her appear out of this hat. [Name], if you would.” He then extended the small hat in my direction. 

You delicately grabbed the brim area closest to you. Lyney let go, and you looked inside the empty hat. The material felt slightly heavy but the intricate seamless pattern woven into the pitch black fabric made you closely look at it.

You heard a small tapping noise, you looked back to the magician as he tapped the back of his hand. Putting two and two together, you quickly flip the hat upright. 

You mimicked Lyney’s motion on the hat’s top about three times. 

The first tap, colorful feathers floated to the ground.

The second tap, petals of flowers twirled on their way down.

The final tap, a deck of prop cards spilt out and crashing against the stage floor with clicks and claps.

“Looks like she isn’t in there.” Lyney quipped. You were once again thrown into utter confusion. The comedic way the crowd gasped after one object came after another object from the empty hat. At some point the reactions of surprise slowly turned into snickers and giggles of amusement. 

Lyney placed a hand on his hip and scratched his chin. “ Try doing it again with the hat upside down. Maybe, a different approach will convince her to come out.” 

So, you turn the hat over. Sneakily taking a small peak inside, and as you suspected it was empty. 

How does he pull these things off? Seriously! How?!?

Replicating your previous action, you tapped the brim. 

A small puff of smoke and confetti made you step back. Out of the hat a cat sprung!

Or was it a cat?

It was a big cat face attached to a coiled spring.

It was cute! It had the signature toothy grin the show’s mascot had, yet it had it turned upside down in a frowny face. One eye has a teal star and the other has a teal teardrop. It even had a little bowtie making it a very fashionable cat creature.

It turned to face you as its ears twitched. You’re eyes locked with its own strange one and you found yourself in a staring contest….with the giant cat head on a spring of all things.

“ Oh dear, it looks like Bogglecat seemed to have answered instead of Lynette” Lyney laughed. 

Tip Tap Tip Tap 

You and Lyney turned to face Lyney’s hat that had just shook slightly on the floor. 

Poof!

The hat had blasted up into the air and below the hat there was Lynette. Slightly obscured by the turquoise colored fog. 

“ Here I am.” Lynette spoked up.

Grabbing the brim of Lyney’s hat she tipped it and bowed before the audience. The audience clapped and some people even stood up from their seats. 

The Bogglecat in the hat leaped from your hands and jumped over towards the spotlight where Lynette was. Lyney came running over to you and carefully grabbed your now free hand.

“ C’mon, the audience is waiting for the final bows.” He hushed at you with that permanently charming smile of his. His pale blonde hair bounced along as he urged you to join him and his sister. With no reason to refuse, you ran along with him. You felt the corner of your mouth curl up in a giddy smile. Now unafraid of the public you stood in the bright lights with your chest held high.

Lynette tossed Lyney’s hat into the air, landing it perfectly on Lyney’s head. The cat in the hat jumped right into Lynette's hand. Once she caught it, she twirled it around in her hand like a skilled juggler. The cat suddenly vanished inside the hat, and the small hat now was held against her head.

“ This has been Lyney and Lynette’s Magic show! Thank You all for watching!” The three of you held hands; Lyney at the center, Lynette to his right, and you to his left. Lifting your hands up, you three did a dramatic bow. This audience applauded one final time for the performance. It was the loudest applause you had heard during your time in the Opera Epiclese.

Slowly people had started to leave the theater, with the front entrance reopened many people had started to trickle out into the lobby. This left fewer and fewer people in the main room, the Opera house becoming 

You were preparing to step down the stage staircase until you heard someone call out to you.

“ Wait, [Name]! If you could spare a moment?” It was a voice you had quickly grown familiar with. 

The top hat with the plum colored ribbon, the pale blonde tuffet that covered just above his right eye, and that teardrop marking beneath the same right eye. Lyney came speedily towards you, his sister Lynette following a bit behind. Unlike him, she calmly walked over and that stoic expression on her face felt a bit more done than what you had seen. 

“Hm? What is it Mister Lyney?” You stopped and asked politely. Looking over the male twin you glanced at his sister “Miss Lynette?” 

“That was a splendid performance you made on stage! You went along just swimmingly with our act.” Lyney gushed. 

Once again you felt flustered. Out of all things, a professional magician complimenting you on a magic trick? You scratched your cheek. 

“ I was just following you guys. Really, if anyone should be taking compliments it is you two!” You spoke with enthusiasm.  “ The way Miss Lynette pulled out the items right off the cards, or when you made my ‘ stomach butterflies ‘ disappear. It really was a treat to see!” You felt your face getting a bit warmer as you continued to spill your excitement into words.

“ This will definitely be a nice memory I won't be forgetting any time soon!” 

Lyney chuckled and even Lynette’s eyes grew slightly larger with interest. 

“ You’re too kind!” Lyney chuckled, his pale face getting the slightest bit pink in the cheeks. “  I don’t believe I’ve seen your face in our crowd before. Are you maybe a tourist coming from a distance to see our show?” 

You nodded. “ I am as a matter of fact. I don’t get out much to say the least.” You confessed. 

“ I’ve heard about your magic show for some time now, traveling groups have brought it up time and time again. Fontaine was my next destination so I took the opportunity to come see it myself.”

You smiled gently. “ This was my first legitimate magical performance I had the fortune of attending. Not to mention getting randomly selected to participate! Thank you for the fun time, Mister Lyney and Miss Lynette.” 

Lyney and Lynette listened with great interest.

“ I see. Thus, making this show a memorable experience for you was all the more rewarding then.” Lyney took off his hat and brought it to his chest. 

“We are both happy to have put a beautiful smile on your lovely face!~” Lyney very gently lifted your hand. Bringing it close to his face, he placed a small almost ghostly peck. 

Okay. Now you definitely felt your face may have caught on fire. 

Lyney might have noticed your sudden flustered face. The sneaky magician sent a very brief wink with a smile. Not just any smile. This smile had a more feline nature to it; as if he enjoyed seeing such a reaction from you. 

 He lowered your hand back down, and flipped his hat back onto his head. That cat-like smirk was nowhere to be seen anymore. Innocently smiling at you, he laughed. It sounded slightly nervous. 

“ Well, if you will be around Fonaine for a while longer, find us by the Aquabus station. We might just have spare time to show you around!” 

Slipping your hand behind your back, you tried to reply to his friendly invitation.

“ Mhm! Aquabus station. Go it!” you spoke in broken segments. 

Oh dear, maybe it's time you’d step outside for some fresh air.

“ I think I should get going now. Who knows how long the people traffic is in the lobby now. It was great meeting you. Your cat mascots are cute and now I shall leave” You had begun to word vomit as you were shuffling away.

 “ Bye bye!” 

Facing away from the magic duo, you speed walk down onto the carpeted floor. Not daring to look back, you heard the sound of an amused giggle and an exasperated sigh.

“ Are you proud of yourself? You almost made them faint with your antics.” Lynette tipped the back of Lyney’s hat. It fell forward and off but he had quickly caught it before it hit the ground.

“ Hey, I just wanted to make evening a little more magical is all. It was the most I can do from withholding them back from leaving" 

"Right. And you had to tease them until they were red in the face."

Lyney stared at his sister for a moment, until he thought.

He felt a small hitch of embarrassment in his chest realizing something.

"I- Uh, didn't go to far with the card letter, right?" He nervously asked.

Lynette sighed and shook her head.

"Brother, most of the time you don't even need the spotlight to be over dramatic."

Once you were outside and looking up at the sky. The skies were different in every spot you had been. Here in Fontaine, you could barely see the twinkling stars. 

As you sighed contently, you made your way over to the hotel you had planned to stay in for the time. As you shifted you felt something shift alongside you in your sleeve. It was cold and smooth.

Surprised, you dug into your sleeve.

It was a playing card. A prop playing card. 

“ I hope you had a magical Evening, [Name]. Meet me by the bench near the potted flowers by the station at noon tomorrow. If you show up, best prepare for I still have tricks up my sleeve that will leave you dazzled! “ 

There was a little doodle of a toothy grinning cat.

A/N: Should I make a part two? Idk maybe. EDIT: PART TWO HERE

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Rowaelin for the OTP Drabble #24

Lmao, this was so fun to write. Thank you for the request! This is like, my first try at Rowaelin fanfictions so please don't kill me if it's bad. I promise I'm improving everyday! 😌

Detention Diaries

Pairing: Rowan x Aelin

Word count: 2012 words.

Warnings: A little swearing here and there.

Summary: Rowan Whitethorn has spent three years of high school like a nobody but when the self proclaimed queen of Terrasen High lands them both into detention, maintaining a low profile might be impossible.

Aelin was so done with the day.

She had accidentally stayed up all night reading a book and now, her eyelids itched to shut down. She had already dozed off thrice in Maths class and had it not been for Dorian shaking her every two minutes, Ms Meave would have had Aelin's head.

Even now, she suppressed a yawn as she made her way to the lockers in the hallway. "I am so screwed. I have an English test today."

A few students waved their hands at Aelin in passing and she gave them a smile. Aelin won't say she was popular but she did know a lot of people in the school, thanks to her cousin Aedion being on the football team and Dorian in the student council.

Dorian rolled his eyes as they stopped by his locker. "Don't be dramatic. You can't fail English even half asleep."

Her best friend was searching for something in his locker when the crowd quieted down and he came. Rowan Whitethorn.

She had heard his name whispered enough times in gossip circles to know just what kind of things he was involved in. The guy had a reputation for being a cold hearted asshole, even if Aelin had never even heard him raise his voice.

A hood covered a better part of his face, hiding the tattoo that covered half his pretty face. She could make out the silver hair peaking from beneath the hood, the oversized hoodie doing nothing to flatter the muscles they all knew he had.

He was beautiful.

Dorian noticed her stare, then rolled his eyes. He kissed her cheek, then said, "Don't get into trouble. I have Physics next." And then Dorian was gone.

Aelin tried to ignore the blush that fought it's way onto her cheeks as she walked beside Rowan. She had to remind herself that he never talked to anyone and this would only lead to heartbreak but maybe her sense of self preservation was half asleep too because she said, "Going to English?"

Her words were met with silence. She already knew he was going to English. It was one of the many classes they had in common but an answer would have been nice. She tried again, "Ready for the test today, Rowan?"

"Yes," was all he said.

Then Rowan quickened his pace, possibly to lose Aelin in the crowd but she was the uncrowned queen of Terrasen High. While the students parted to make way for Rowan out of fear, they parted for Aelin out of love and admiration.

She made sure to wave and smile at a few of them as she fought to catch up with Rowan's awfully long strides.

The test hadn't even started when they arrived to the class. Their English teacher Gavriel was sitting in his chair, a thick stack of papers on his desk. When he noticed Aelin entering the class with Rowan, her uncle raised an eyebrow. What trouble are you getting into now?

"No trouble," She promised him out loud as Rowan went to take a seat.

She chose to sit directly behind him and started on her test as soon as it was distributed. The test was fairly easy, even though Aelin had to put some extra efforts to recall a few names and places in between, thanks to the sleep deprivation. At one point, she was ready to throw her pen at the nearest wall and go to sleep then and there. She only managed to stay awake throughout with a sheer force of will.

The real trouble arose when she had finished the test. Not having anything else to do, Aelin decided to poke Rowan with her ruler.

He turned around, his pine green eyes brimming with fury and Aelin raised an eyebrow, face carefully blank. "Something I can help you with, sir?"

"Stop," He said in deep, rough and slightly accented voice that sent shivers down her spine before turning around.

Gods, even his voice was beautiful.

Aelin wrote on the back of her answersheet: Your voice is beautiful. Do you sing too? She crumpled the paper into a ball, then kicked it gently towards Rowan, who had also finished writing the test.

He did not answer back. Silence means affirmation, Mr. Whitethorn. Will I have the pleasure of hearing you sing sometime? She threw the note at the back of his head this time, drawing attention from a few students. For all that she loved being the social butterfly, Aelin was not keen of the rumours that came with popularity but she was having too much fun trying to piss Rowan off.

He opened the note, read it, then shoved it into his pocket. Then he turned around and snarled quietly, "Do not fuck with me, princess."

That had to be the most words she had heard him say ever and ignoring the tone with which he had delivered the words, Aelin felt a small amount of giddiness at the term of endearment he had used. Princess, she sighed to herself.

Her smile must have been very apparent because Uncle Gavriel asked, "Something funny, Miss Galathynius?"

"Why, the question paper," She answered with a lazy wave of her hand, "a child could do this, sir. If you want me to take your tests seriously, at least make them a little difficult."

A few students snickered.

Gavriel rolled his eyes, then went back to keeping an eye on everyone. A minute or two passed and Aelin was already dozing off again. She kicked Rowan's chair and someone whispered her name from behind her.

Aedion was hissing at her from two rows over, "Whatever you are doing, stop it. Whitethorn will kill you off."

Whitethorn did indeed look like he wanted to kill her off but God, Aelin had to be in some mood today because she ignored the glares from both the males, flipping her cousin off and went back to kicking at Rowan's chair. His knuckles were tightly gripping his desk as if he was trying not to strangle her and seeing his expression, she didn't doubt for a second that he gladly would.

"Rowan," she called. "Rowan, will you tell me what shampoo you use? Your hair looks so silky!"

He gave her an incredulous look before smoothing his features into a blank expression. She wrote him another note: Please, tell me what shampoo??? Please? Your hair looks so pretty and they smell SO good. His hair did shine beautifully and they even smelt nice but Aelin did it less out of curiosity and more because she was bored and Rowan Whitethorn was her best chance at entertainment.

When he received the note, Rowan's eyes went wide. He growled back at her. "Gods, do you never stop, Aelin?"

Aelin opened her mouth to answer but her uncle beat her to it. "Miss Galathynius and Mr Whitethorn, if you don't stop now, you're going to find yourself in the principal's office."

"Excuse me, sir, but she is bothering me," Rowan said, his cheeks tinged pink.

Aelin gasped dramatically, rising from her seat. She pointed an accusatory finger at the brooding figure in front of her, then said, "Liar, Liar, pants on fire! You were the one insisting we should be friends!"

"Friends?" Rowan scoffed. "The only thing I'm going to be around you is irritated."

Gavriel was making his way towards them and Aelin had no qualms about throwing him under the bus. He hadn't stopped to think before he had accused her of bothering him, had he? Why should she?

Because he was telling the truth. You're not, some sane voice said from the back of her mind.

Aelin did not pay it any attention. "That's not what you were saying out in the hallway when we were flirting!"

Aelin took a huge amount of satisfaction when Rowan's cheeks flushed with colour, the tips of his ears turning a dark red. "Flirting? With you? I'd rather die in a ditch—"

"DETENTION, BOTH OF YOU!" Her uncle bellowed.

Rowan let out a loud growl of protest. Aelin just shrugged, a smug smile on her face as she sat back down.

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Rowan had never been more pissed. He did not know anyone as insufferable as Aelin Galathynius with her reputation around the school as a heartbreaker, the self-proclaimed princess of Terrasen High. He loathed how hard she laughed sometimes, drawing all attention towards herself. He loathed how her eyes crinkled, the gold rings around the turquoise shining brighter every time she smiled.

She had everyone in the school at her beck and call and it pissed Rowan off.

Even now, she sauntered into detention with a swagger as if there was no other place she would rather be. The class was empty, save for Rowan and a dark haired guy sitting in the back. Aelin noticed him too and raised an eyebrow, "Why, Fenrys darling, what did you do to end up in this hellscape?"

Fenrys had a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's not Hell if you're here, sweetheart."

Right. If Rowan tried hard enough, he could recall a conversation in the locker rooms about the school player, Fenrys Moonbeam leaving some party with Aelin Galathynius, both of them drunk as shit. Fenrys, the quarterback of the football team with his charming smiles and bedroom eyes was the kind of guy Aelin Ashryver Galathynius would date.

Fenrys twisted in his seat to get a better look at the spawn of satan. She gave him an intimate, coy smile—the kind that you only reserve for some select few people. Rowan shifted in his seat, suddenly feeling like an intruder. He coughed loudly. "If you are going to undress each other with your eyes, have the decency to find yourself a room."

Aelin's answering smile was full of fire—wicked, dangerous wildfire. "Jealous, Whitethorn?"

Rowan scoffed, wishing he had the power to make her choke on air with one look. He had to be in some mood today. Thank the three faced goddess that Lorcan was absent today. Rowan knew Lorcan would give him an endless amount of shit if his best friend saw Rowan drive himself insane over childish, insolent, bratty Aelin Galathynius.

At least she and Fenrys were sitting two seats apart now, whispering quietly to each other. When five minutes passed and no teacher entered, Aelin rose from her seat and walked towards the window.

"What are you doing?" Rowan asked, then frowned. Maybe he shouldn't have spoken.

The expression on Aelin's face definitely told him he should not have spoken at all. She was smirking that obnoxious smirk of hers as she drawled out, "Not all of us are obedient little students, Whitethorn. See you around, preferably when you've grown some balls."

Rowan huffed. During his years in high school, he had always thought of Aelin as an arrogant, immature troublemaker. Now he could add rude to that list too.

Fenrys was already standing guard on the door. "Quick, Aelin! Mr Gavriel is going to come our way any minute."

Then Aelin turned, giving him a slow, simpering smile that clearly conveyed her thoughts about what she thought of his insistence to remain in detention. Scared, Whitethorn? And gods damn him, he was scared, not of being caught skipping but what an hour spent with Aelin might do to him. It was the challenge in those turquoises eyes, the taunt hidden behind her smile that had him rising from his seat.

She stepped back, letting him jump out of the window first. He was wondering if he should extend a hand to help or not when she leaped out with a grace he had never known she possessed.

Aelin was grinning, wider than ever and this may be the worst idea he had ever had but Rowan asked, "Where to?"

When the blonde haired girl straightened, shoulders pulled back and confident like a Queen, he decided that even if this was as likely to end in disaster as anything else, Rowan knew he owed it to himself to find out.

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I am not sure if I should finish this here. If enough people want to read further, I might turn this into a multi chapter fic so feel free to drop your thoughts on that in the comments! Also, if anyone would like to be added to the taglist, please let me know!

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#aelin fireheart #rowan x aelin #aelin ashryver #aedion ashryver #throne of glass #heir of fire #queen of shadows #incorrect tog quotes #tog incorrect quotes #tog fandom #tog fanfic #Rowaelin fanfic #rowaelin fanfiction #rowaelin #rowan whitethorn #empire of storms #kingdom of ash #throne of glass fanfiction #aelin ashryver galathynius #queen aelin #rowaelin modern au

[capricornsicle]

2-2 It’s not a secret that Teen Wolf Season 3B – the Stiles Stilinski centric season entirely focused on Stiles/Void Stiles and with star & breakout star of the show Dylan O’Brien as front and center – is the highest rated and most critically acclaimed season of the show and everyone’s favorite (including Tyler Posey’s.) Personally, I liked Season 4 too, especially the Scira scenes. Nothing against Scott/Malia being canon endgame and true love, but Scira was obviously better imo

I’m going to be burned at the stake for this, but season 4 was better. Seasons 1 and 2 were also better. 3a was meh but Motel California was the best episode of the whole damn show. Scira should have been endgame. Scalia was sloppy and mediocre at best.

If I’m to be executed for this post already, today’s hot take is that not all Stiles fans are racist and you don’t have to be racist to be a Stiles fan but so much of the racism in the fandom has to do with him that people should be careful what exactly they’re defending.

The character of Stiles is okay, I guess. Personally I much preferred Boyd, Erica, Isaac, other such characters, and struggled to like Stiles when he kept pestering them to do huge favors for him. I really didn’t like how the show painted Stiles as the complete good guy we can all relate to and all the characters who disagreed with him or didn’t want to be friends with him as annoying low-level villains and antagonists. If I were Danny or Boyd or Erica or Isaac or Lydia or wow this is a long list I wouldn’t want to be friends with him either. Kid’s kind of annoying. Asks giant favors and never tells anyone why he needs them, doesn’t actually come up with very great plans, does plenty to put himself and his friends into danger, and the amount he pined after Lydia long after it was cute and fun always bugged me. Might just be that I don’t ship them, but still. Stiles has plenty of good jokes and decent character traits, but he’s not the messiah, unlike some tumblr posts raving about how Stiles is literally perfect would have you believe.

I’m glad it’s not very popular to be anti-Scott, but I’m always a little annoyed by the sheer amount of content in this fandom that is Stiles and Derek and Stiles and Derek only. I’ve seen maybe four other blogs that consistently post original content about characters of color from the show and have something to say about the problematic parts of the fandom. Reblogging posts is fine and welcome, but the fact that I’m the only person I’ve seen posting gifs of Deaton or Mason or Boyd in the last month is troubling. Lots of people in this fandom create original content, be it artwork and fanfiction or gifs and textposts. That so many of them are Sterek or Stiles when there are so many other characters and ships on the show bugs me. I’ve read posts where people say that they stopped watching the show when Derek was written off for a season or however long it was. I’ve read posts from people who didn’t watch 6b because Stiles wasn’t main credits. I’ve read posts expressing so much anger that Sterek never became canon, that it was a slap in the face to queer fans or whatever. The amount of queerbaiting about them was, especially because of the very big age gap, the fact that one of them is underage, and the amount of attention that a ship between two white boys that was never canon got, especially in comparison to the complete lack of content about canon queer characters and ships. Caitlin and Emily. Mason and Corey. What’s the difference between Sterek and the canon ships? Sterek is two white male characters, and the others aren’t. Brett, an openly bisexual character with a not insignificant part who was killed off young and never got a romantic interest or exploration of his backstory, is largely forgotten by angry Sterek shippers.

The reason 3b is so popular is that Stiles is the main character of it. I related a lot to him that season, when previously I didn’t like him that much, and the scenes he had with Scott in the hospital and when he was un-possessed, and with a lot of other characters while he was possessed (calling Melissa “mom” hurt that cavern where my heart should be) were emotional and good. That he was possessed by the Japanese fox spirit that was the main villain when he is, in fact, white, not so much. A season that started by being about Kitsune and Japanese mythology ended up being a season about the white boy fans project onto much more than the non-white main character. Kira and the other actual Japanese characters fell by the wayside and the pretty white boy got the spotlight, again. He saved the day, just like he saved the day in the show’s finale, and in the finale before that. Stiles does a lot of day-saving. He’s like Wesley from Star Trek -- you can tell if you look closely that a director or exec. producer was self-inserting a little bit. Always right and always saving the day.

It’s not bad to like Stiles. He’s a fine character. He’s not my type, but I can acknowledge that Dylan O’Brien is attractive, even when they shaved his head and said he was just some loser nerd no one at the high school wanted to hang out with (yeah, sure). He has a lot of flaws, the constant asking for favors definitely one of them, but he grows a lot as a character and he does have redeeming qualities. And the “mom” scene. Oh my GOD. I’m a sucker for the “kids without 1+ parent in the picture calling someone mom or dad” trope. I’m such a sucker. But despite his good qualities, he’s not perfect. Characters who disagree with him are not inherently in the wrong. In fact, a lot of them aren’t in the wrong at all. Why the hell would Boyd trust him with anything? Why would Danny like the annoying kid in his economics class who asks him invasive questions? The racism in this fandom involving pitting Scott against Stiles and painting Boyd to be annoying and unhelpful and ignoring canonically queer ships for non-canon queer ships but white is not the fault of the actor or the character, it’s the fault of the writers who wrote those scenes and the fandom that just cannot get enough of the poor innocent white boy.

TL;DR is that it doesn’t matter who you ship or who you like or what your opinions are, it matters that you acknowledge racism and implicit biases in the narrative we were given, and make an attempt to do better than the show did. Instead of defending Stiles as the messiah and attacking Scott for being a bad friend for literally eight episodes of one long-ass and mediocre season, take criticisms of him and Sterek to heart, and diversify your content and your reblogs to include actual queer characters, characters of color, female characters, female characters of color, female queer characters, and queer characters of color. Teen Wolf has all of those. And if you don’t like one or two of them, that’s okay. But if you don’t like any of them, maybe you should re-evaluate. No one’s going to hold it against you. We’re all too starved for good character development.

#teen wolf #that werewolf show #werewolves #teen wolf discourse #stiles stilinski #derek hale #sterek #scott mcall #tagging for sterek because some of y'all need to read this today #character development #another really long post why am I like this #oh wait #it's because I don't like racism #why is the scott vs stiles discourse like the cap vs iron man discourse all over again #bad analogy y'all are going to think I'm team cap now #I'm team stop fucking hitting each other in a parking lot and talk to each other like grown ups #I have met and been paid to watch literal children three years of age more mature than captain america and iron man combined

[cherrygorilla]

Time for me to be nosy as heck for the fanfic author thing! Hope you don't mind if I ask a lot like you did to me! Here you are: 4, 5, 6, 7, 14, 17, 20, 21, 22, 24, 25, 27, 29, 30, 31, 33, 34, 35, 37, 40 A bunch are the same ones you asked me, but I'm really curious as to what your answers would be. If there's anything you'd like to answer that I didn't ask you, then feel free to add it on if you feel up to it! 💖

Okay, I'm known to ramble at the best of times but I really ran away with myself here. You may want to grab a snack or something first; it's hella long. You've been warned! 

4. What made you start writing fanfiction? 

When I was like 11/12 I was obsessed with the musical Starlight Express and after trying to google just about everything I could about it I think I stumbled across some fanfiction for it. Well, instantly my little english-class-loving brain grabbed this concept and ran with it. I remember writing my own stories in this cheap little notebook I would hide in my bedside table drawer and it was around this time that TBM came out, so naturally I decided to see if that had any fanfiction too. Turns out it did, and significantly more than Starlight Express might I add, so my creativity ran away with itself and next thing I knew I was setting up my own account and getting properly involved this time. And I guess, as they say, the rest is history... 

5. Favourite pairing? 

This is pretty tricky for me. Most of the pairings that I have set up are littered with little flaws and things that make them more interesting to write about (and hopefully read about lol) and more realistic. And the already established pairings that I use (i.e. Mack & Brady in old stories or Lela & Tanner) just feel too bland for me to really connect with them, which is probably why I always struggle so much to write for them. I suppose Lela & Tanner can be cute, or at least their potential is; I don't feel like the movies did them justice lol. But for my stuff, at the moment I just feel so out of practice with writing and at such an early stage in the story with Wheels and Waves that I'm not really attached to any of the pairings yet. And besides, the only one I've really established so far is Butchy & Giggles, but if you've read my last chapter then you'll know that that's not exactly doing so hot atm. So, since I can pick holes and find flaws in everyone's relationships too much to pick a favourite, I think I'll pick one I'm excited about that has some of the biggest flaws imaginable: Coral & Hyde. And that's all I'm going to say. Unless you're curious, then ask away lmao. 

6. Least favourite pairing? 

Okay, I may be a bit controversial here- Actually, this is probably really controversial judging by some of the reviews on my old stories that I was just reading. But I don't really like Mack & Brady… Hear me out! Maybe it's just because I haven't watched the movies for ages and I haven't been thinking about them writing-wise since I abandoned my old stuff but they just seem really bland to me. Don't get me wrong, they're super sweet, but I like giving my characters a bit of grit to work with and make them a little more interesting beneath their 'perfect movie character in an idyllic world' surface and I just could never seem to do that with Mack & Brady. I could never manage to give them any depth and because of that I feel like I just grew to resent them haha. Other people can write for them much better than I can, let's just put it that way. Apart from them though, non-canon-wise in my stories it's got to be Butchy & Coral. Hands down. Honestly, what was I thinking? It was cringey. It was basic. And I think because of it Coral became super one-dimensional and kept losing her way as a character because my whole focus was trying to get them to work as a couple. Spoiler alert: they don't. And since I ditched them I think I was really able to get her to come into her own and develop a much more interesting, albeit worse, side of her.

7. Favourite type of au? 

This is probably going to be a quick one because I don't do a lot of au stuff but modern day/high school aus are always a lot of fun. I feel like TBM2 could have done so much cool stuff with that premise but then they went and dumbed down all the characters and really ruined their chance but I think the concept in general is so cute. I'm actually working on something in this vein for my sims blog, but that's not what we're talking about so let's move on. 

14. Do the people in your life know you write fic? How do they feel about it?

 Nope. I haven't ever mentioned it to my family because I just don't think that they'd 'get' it. I think I mentioned it to one of my best friends ages ago because she also read/casually wrote fanfics but I don't think that she still knows that I've kept it up; she probably just assumes that it was something we both just did when we were 13/14. So they don't really think anything of it; they don't know and probably never will lol. So I just struggle over chapters and ideas and things by myself. 

17. What's the harshest criticism you've ever gotten on a fic? 

To be honest, I don't think that I've ever really had any super harsh criticism. None that I can remember, anyway. I was reading through the reviews on one story recently and someone told me that I should work on my dialogue for Mack & Brady because it wasn't true enough to their characters and tbh they probably weren't wrong. That's barely criticism but it was the closest that I could find to it in my five minutes of looking and nothing else stood out in my memory so I guess that's what I'll go with. I know that probably sounds super cocky like "omg i'm amazing i never get any criticism from anyone because i'm amazingggg!!!1!!" but honestly all the reviews on my old stuff were just people being nice to me because I was friendly to them and I get next to no reviews on my current stuff, so there's no real opportunity for criticism if there's no interaction in the first place lmao. 

20. What's your biggest struggle when it comes to writing fic? 

Actually finding the time to write it when I have uni work, family life, stuff with friends and a somewhat healthy sleep schedule to balance as well. I just don't have enough hours in a day. Besides that, when it actually comes to writing I guess I find it hard to stick solely to ideas that progress the plot. I've been trying to work on that a lot more lately and be more ruthless with my planning but sometimes I just get inspired by something fun and in sheer creative desperation I just wedge it into the plot somewhere. And I think that for the reader's sake I need to stop doing this. 

21. Your biggest strength? 

I don't know if this is what anyone else would consider my biggest strength but I personally really like the way that I can develop the characters beyond what little personality we get to see in the movies. I love working on their story arcs and experimenting with how they 'exist' in my head, like finding out who the quiet souls are, who the loud mouths are and why they act like that. From the snippets we actually see of them in the movies and how basic they are, I'm pretty proud of the characters I've rounded them into in my stories; they feel a lot more real now, to me at least. 

22. Which do you do more: read fic or write fic? 

I know it's hard to believe, but probably write. I only really keep up with a handful of stories now and I always find I'm more actively thinking about kicking my butt into gear and writing something myself instead of setting out to read someone else's stuff. 

24. What's your process? 

Daydream and plan out future plot lines for most of the waking hours of the day. Find the fleeting shred of time available in said day to sit down and work on something if both inspiration and motivation are working in my favour. Actually sit down and open up a google doc, perhaps with a cup of tea if I'm feeling particularly adventurous and fancy treating myself for doing something productive. Painfully struggle through the first ten minutes of warming up my writing muscles and getting my creative juices flowing again. Settle into a good rhythm and just let my fingers and the words work their magic until something boring from the real world interrupts me and drags me away from my fictional one. Then repeat. 

25. Of all the fics you've written, which is your favourite? 

I know it's not necessarily a single fic but I really liked when I was writing the one-shots for Surf, Sun, Sand because I knew that I was writing the things people wanted to read, so I knew there was more of a chance that they'd enjoy them. And it was nice not being constrained to one timeline, I could jump around and play with different pairings, ideas and settings as much as I, well, the requests, wanted. I also really liked my Twelve Days of Cruisin' for a Bruisin' Christmas story, but I can't put that at the top spot because I'm so frustrated that I never got that final chapter up. It was really fun to write though and that's one of the few things that I've written that I'm still happy with to this day lmao. I just think it's sweet and I like how I wrote all the characters, so I'd say that's a win for me. 

27. What's your most popular fic? Do you think the popularity is warranted, or is there another fic that you think deserves it more? 

Statistics-wise it's Paper Flowers, by a long-shot. 77,485 views and 331 reviews. Now, I think that the fact that there are about a million chapters and I wrote it back when the fandom was thriving has quite a lot to do with that, if not all of it, because I'm almost certain that it can't be the writing, character quality or whatever crap I threw into the plot back then. But for nostalgia's sake, I'll allow it. And to be fair, it was probably alright at the time. I do think, however, that I've developed and improved my writing style over the years, so it would be nice if Wheels and Waves could get a little more popularity (since it's something I'm actually semi-proud of lol). But I just don't have the audience, so what can you do? 

29. Which of your fics was the hardest to write? 

Just Like Me. By a country mile. Like I mentioned earlier, I really struggle when it comes to writing for Mack & Brady and although I liked the concept (and a few other people did too) I just wasn't ever happy with what I ended up with. The chapters felt boring (which probably had something to do with the fact that I wrote them in my phone notes at 11:30pm), their relationship felt bland and the plot felt like it was going nowhere. I sort of had a vague structure of where I wanted to take it, but when I couldn't seem to get the hang of writing for them every chapter felt like such a challenge. 

30. Favourite fic writers? 

You, girl! I literally don't even bother to keep up with anyone else anymore because I just don't have the time (uni will do that to a bitch, lol) but I never miss a post of yours and will frequently go and re-read your stuff (especially if it's in preparation for a crossover lmao) if I need a pick-me-up. And like you said, we're practically family now and what kind of internet sister would I be if I didn't support my fam?! 

31. Do you write just for fun, or would you ever consider pursuing writing? 

I don't think I'd ever actually pursue it as a job. I'm in dentistry school atm so I'm pretty set on becoming a dentist, but even if that wasn't the case, I don't think I have the creativity to create my own unique story with original characters and a whole universe under my control. I just think it's fun to expand on other ideas and grow my own ideas from them. 

33. Fanfiction pet peeves? 

Bad grammar is really frustrating. But I also just think it's really boring when people will basically re-write the whole movie/story pretty much word-for-word with only the slightest of alterations. Like, I've already watched/read this once, why would I want to do it again? I came here for creativity and fun stories with my fave characters, not the flat-out plot all over again with a cookie-cutter, paper doll inserted into the mix to steal a few lines. It just bored me. 

34. First person, second person or third person? 

I'd probably put second person last because I just find reader-insert things weird and cringey. Like they legit make me feel uncomfortable sometimes. And then I'd go with first person because although I don't really have a problem with it, it's just never a style I'd choose to write in; I just can't really get the hang of it and I prefer to be able to see and show everyone's perspective on a situation from the outside, which is why good old third person has to be my favourite. 

35. OCs, reader inserts or canon pairings?

 Like I said, reader inserts creep me out a bit so definitely not those. Canon pairings are a pretty safe bet and can be cute most of the time (I just personally seem to struggle with them lol) and if they're done well (i.e. not basic bitches with no personality that just double as weird reader inserts *cough cough* Coral in Paper Flowers smh 12 year old me) then I think OCs can be really fun and can add another layer to fanfics that takes them beyond the bubble of what's canon. 

37. Which character is your favourite to write for? 

Saying Coral would be too easy because she's literally my own character, so of course I'm going to enjoy writing for her. So, other than that I'm going to have to say Seacat. I feel much more comfortable writing for the surfers than the bikers anyway, so that definitely plays into it. But I really like the version of him I've created. I really leaned into his sort of fiesty, stubborn side that occasionally showed itself in the movies, which created a super interesting dynamic with his inherent relaxed nature that all the surfers have. He's a really fun character to work with and I've got lots of fun things planned for him, so I think he's earned that top spot. But I'll mention Giggles too because it's been fun developing her character more deeply for Wheels and Waves. I just like a bit more drama, which Seacat can deliver more than my sweet bby G. 

40. Imagine yourself 10 years in the future, do you still think you'll be writing fic? 

Honestly, who knows? Back when I started I never thought I'd still be writing it at 18, so never say never, I guess. 

And since you said I could choose another one, I'll go for 38. From where do you draw inspiration? 

I wanted to include this one because I'm literally listening to my Wheels and Waves playlist as I write this to try to get me into that #writingmood. A few different things influence me but music has always been my biggest inspiration. I'm constantly adding new songs to my playlist and finding songs I want to use so badly that I'll rearrange and shift around plot points to work them into the story. For example, that Coral & Hyde relationship I mentioned earlier? Grown entirely from songs. But yeah, I'm always getting inspired by songs, which is why I'm really trying to get a general plan of Wheels and Waves set in stone so that I'll stop being tempted to switch things around and ruin the plot with convoluted ideas I get on a whim because I heard a fun song. On another note though, if you have any song suggestions then hit me up lmao; I'm always looking for more haha.

#if you made it to the end then you're a saint lmao

[datheetjoella]

How did your MakoHaru fanship start?

Hi Anon! I’m guessing that you mean how I started to ship MakoHaru, right? I think I’ve told this story about a million times here before so sorry to those who have read me talking about this already, but I love talking about MakoHaru and could go on for hours so I’ll tell you again.

Let me take you back to the year 2014. It was a Saturday evening in either April or May, I don’t really remember the exact date, and I had nothing to do. I knew someone who was obsessed with this one anime that was called Free! and that was apparently about swimming, but I had never bothered to watch it before because I don’t care about sports at all so I wouldn’t like it anyway. But I decided, heck, let’s give it the benefit of the doubt since I had nothing better to do anyway, and started up the first episode.

I fell in love with Makoto the first moment I saw him. Wow, I thought to myself, what a nice guy. What an amazing friend. I really liked his and Haru’s friendship from the first interaction, because it felt like something that was just very comfortable and easy and nice, you know? I liked Haru’s character too, but at that point I hadn’t really seen enough of him and his personality yet to have a good impression of what he was like.

(Continued under the cut so it won’t be too long)

So, I continued watching and seeing more and more of their friendship was really great. I really enjoyed seeing their interactions but I didn’t quite ship them just yet.

And then came episode 6.

This was the exact moment I was like “Damn, wait a second.” because for the first time up until then, I saw this raw emotion on Haru’s face, the sheer terror in his entire being that was so clear and I could feel it myself. This moment where Makoto’s breathing was weak, it was like Haru was faced with his biggest fear playing out before his eyes (later on this was confirmed in chapter 6 of the Free! novel, but this was the feeling I got from this scene way before then.) And it was then that for me, we truly got to see that the caring and affection that Makoto always expressed for Haru to be returned in a way that was obvious and not covered up by façades or demeanours. So that little moment was the spark for me, and the rest of episode 6 only strengthened these feelings.

I continued watching and from that moment on I started to like them more and more and more with every scene we saw of them.

At the end of the night, I had watched the entire season in one sitting and I thought to myself “Huh, I enjoyed that way more than I expected to and MakoHaru (and ReiGisa too) is a really cute ship.” So I began to look more into Free! and saw that a second season was in the making and would come out that July, and I was really excited for that. The waiting game began, and in the meantime I saw more official art and stuff like that, which really kept me involved with the series and only fuelled my excitement for the next season.

Right before ES started I decided to rewatch the first season to refresh everything and it was in this second time of watching that I truly understood Haru’s character more in the earlier episodes. I already loved him for what I had seen and understood of him, but this time I was able to pick up on the subtle mannerisms in the first couple of episodes that shows that he really does care so much about his friends (of course, I knew that he cares about his friends a lot but since he shows it in less traditional ways than Makoto and many other characters, to actually see it was something that I really liked).

So while I was waiting for ES my love for both Makoto and Haru as individuals as well as their relationship just grew and I was even more excited. Then ES started and at this point my MakoHaru love was just in a steady line upwards. It was around August 2014, halfway through the season that I started to read MakoHaru fanfiction and let me just say, that was a huge breakthrough for me because I never read fanfiction before because I didn’t really see the appeal in it up until then (and look at me know haha). But MakoHaru made me interested in diving in the minds of other people and exploring the different universes featuring them that others created so that really meant a lot for me.

My love for MakoHaru never halted and never stopped growing and it reached another peak when I began to write fics myself. On December 29th of 2014 I wrote my very first MakoHaru fic and I really enjoyed doing that; I was hesitant at first because I was no writer, but I had an idea and decided what the heck I’ll just write it. I enjoyed it so much that I wanted to continue and a few months later I began to write every single day and I haven’t stopped since. Writing MakoHaru fics really made my love for them blossom and it helped me understand them so much better as well.

Multiple movies, official art, drama CDs, the mook, merch, so much Free! has come out since then and all of it just fuelled my love even more.

And that brings us to where I am today. I love them immensely and it’s like my love for them just keeps on growing every single day, even though I think I’ve reached the limit of how much I can love one ship, they always manage to outdo themselves. It’s like I love them even more today than I did yesterday and that will probably continue into the future. They just make me really happy and bring so much joy and fulfillment to my life, so I hope that I can continue to share the MakoHaru love with all others who love them, especially now season 3 is announced.

I hope that answers your question, Anon. If this was not what you actually wanted to ask me, then I’m sorry, feel free to come back and ask your actual question. Either way, I wish you a lovely day filled with MakoHaru love! ^^

#asks #i'm sorry i'm stupid #makoharu #long post #ugh sorry it took so long it took me hours to find all the screencaps #and i didn't even include EVERY SINGLE ONE I wanted to include #like the welcome home scene but since i was already fully in love with them by then #i decided to stick with season 1 screencaps only since my love was still blossoming then #sorry for the long post but i just like including screencaps #anyway i hope you liked it #Anonymous

[fallxnprxnce]

Too many muses meme: 1 - 15!

UNFAIR! OMG, WTF! I SHOULD HAVE SAID SEND ONE NUMBER! XD

1. A muse that’s always easy for you to write.

Jix (@xleafyheartx), my leafling fandomless OC. He’s my only muse that I can always write on the spot and never seem to get writer’s block for. It’s probably because he’s so sweet and positive all the time that I never find myself running into issues with not wanting to write certain topics due to a bad mood or whatever. =)

2. A muse that’s often difficult for you to write.

Lacryma (@crackedbellsandsilenttears), my fandomless fantasy spell OC. She doesn’t speak unless another muse teaches her how. In fact, she doesn’t really know much about life at all. It’s just the nature of her character, heh. She learns quickly, but until she gets exposed to things and starts learning how to communicate, it’s difficult for me to get her thoughts and wants across. That she’s also very timid doesn’t help, heh.

3. A muse you want to write but feel you can’t.

Alice Abernathy from the Resident Evil movies. I love her so much and would love to write her, but because she’s one of my favorite characters I just can’t do that to her, haha. I wouldn’t do her justice at all. I’m good at writing emotional, half broken, tragic characters, but I’m not as good at writing ones with real strength. It’s a serious weakness of mine as a writer. Alice is one of those rare characters that is a blend of both. She shifts from more vulnerable and outwardly emotional to hardened and guarded with her emotions as she moves from the early movies to the later ones, but she’s always some mix of strength and vulnerability, regardless of what point in the timeline you’re talking about. I don’t feel that I would portray that sort of depth to my own standards of my Alice deserves, heh. Beyond that, I don’t think I could keep track of all the sheer number of plot lines, histories, and supporting characters that Alice encountered along the way to be able to navigate the fandom while writing her. I haven’t played any of the newer games either, so my knowledge is lacking. Fortunately, I don’t have to write her. There are a few Alices on Tumblr already, and I’ll give a shout out to @realprojectalice who writes Alice exactly how I would want to if I had the skills. She’s amazing, hit her up if you want to write your muse with Alice. =)

4. A muse you lost and really wish you could make active again.

Channe (@fxcelessqueen), my Elven/Ulaeri fandomless OC. I… have no idea where she went or what the problem is, but I want her back dammit. I’ve tried so many times, but she’s just not here right now. I think it’s been a combination of real life causing her to make herself scarce in my head of late and the fact that she does not translate to Tumblr very well at all. But I’ll keep trying, I promise, heh.

5. A muse you lost and you’re fine with leaving them inactive.

Ygritte from Game of Thrones. I never roleplayed her on Tumblr, but I have written a decent amount of fanfiction for her, and I used to really have her as a strong muse I felt very comfortable writing. She was my second favorite character behind Ned Stark. But I stopped reading aSoIaF after book 3 and stopped watching the show after season 4, and I’m out of touch with the fandom now, so I don’t really mind leaving Ygritte where she is.

6. A muse you weren’t initially very interested in writing but ended up loving.

Matt Addison (@freewillacquired) from the Resident Evil movies. I made that blog to write Nemesis initially, and I had no interest in writing Matt. I didn’t really care about him or overly like him as a character. He was just kindof a blank in my mind while watching the first movie. I did have to pay a bit more attention to him and do some studying up because he is Nemesis’ origin. Even that didn’t get me very interested in Matt. I quickly came to realize, though, that having this blog would automatically draw attention to Matt in addition to Nemesis and that people would assume I wrote both. I was this close to telling people nah, I only write Nemesis when it occurred to me that I was doing Nemmy a disservice by ignoring his human origin. So I said eh… I’ll give Matt a try and see how it goes. I totally love him now, I’m having a lot of fun writing him, and re-watching the first movie was a totally different experience recently, haha, because now I care so much about all things Matt, lol. I definitely found a muse I gel with when I wasn’t even looking and in an unexpected place. XD 

7. A muse you thought you would love writing but ended up hating.

Elunae (@queenofbethmoora), my Hellboy II OC and Nuada’s mother’s ghost. I thought this was a natural character to make and that she would be interesting because nothing was ever said about Nuada’s mother. So I could kindof go nuts and do whatever I wanted. I had fun initially, but she was not well-received and I got tired of her gentle, vanilla, and often submissive personality. Eh… I just really screwed up the idea and I feel badly about it.

8. A muse you hate but write really well.

Jon Snow from Game of Thrones. (sigh) At the risk of losing like a hundred followers inside of five minutes… I really hate Jon Snow. I’m not gonna get into why or I would write thirty solid pages, but I’ve hated him from the beginning and the more he is glorified by fans and on the show, the more he survives things he never should have, the more rules his character breaks because GRRM has decided that he should be safe, and the more popularity his character gains in the fandom, the more I just want a dragon to sit on his head until he dies, heh. Having said that, in order to write the fanfiction I wanted to write about Ygritte, I needed to include Jon Snow, so he and I got very well acquainted for about a year. I did a lot of research on him, and I practiced writing him a lot before I actually started my projects. I’m happy with the way he came out, and I’ve had hardcore Jon Snow fans who know I hate him tell me how surprised they were by how well I wrote him. I’ve also had people who didn’t know me at all say they would never have guessed that I wasn’t a fan of his, heh. So apparently, even though I hate the character, I’m able to write him very well, haha.

9. A muse you love but write terribly.

Raiden (@therain-trxnsfxrmed​) from the Metal Gear Solid/Rising video games. Another one of my favorite characters of all time, and I tried to make a blog for him, but omg I just suck so badly at writing him, haha. I think that’s why there’s like no activity on his blog right now. I just avoid writing him because I piss myself off with how terrible it comes out. (sigh)

10. A muse you write that’s canon but feels like an OC.

Nemesis (@freewillacquired​)from the Resident Evil games/movies. I’m adding so much to Nemmy it’s not even funny. In the games, he never had a backstory. I guess we always knew he was human, since he’s an upgraded Tyrant class mutation, which come from human origins, but they never said who he used to be. He was just a mindless pain in the ass that was invincible until the final fight which… is god modding, Nemmy, and it’s rude. XD Then in the movies we got to know Matt Addison before we learned he was turned into Nemesis, which added a whole new dimension. We also saw Nemesis step out of his mindless killing machine role, reject Umbrella, remember Alice, and protect her. He never did anything like that in the games, so again, we got a little glimpse of his intelligence and his capacity to remember his human self and his old memories. Aaaaaaand then he took a helicopter to the face and got vaporized by a nuke. A minor setback, haha. But anything after that was open to interpretation, extrapolation, and good ol’ fashioned fudging. I’m adding so much as far as what he does with himself now, what his daily activities are, what he eats, what he thinks about certain things and people… it’s so much fun. As a writer, it’s super fun to be handed a scaffold, bare bones character and fill in the blanks with your own imagination. He really does feel more like an OC at times to me because I’m laying down so many layers of info outside of what was provided to me by the canon.

11. A muse you want to write but don’t because the fandom intimidates you.

Ned Stark from Game of Thrones. I actually did write him very briefly on my fanblog for the character because someone thought it was an RP blog, haha. But it was only one thread and it didn’t last long. It was a lot of fun, though. He ranks very high up there for favorite characters of all time for me and he’s a pretty easy muse for me to write personality-wise, but the fandom and many of the characters are so negative toward him that it makes me just not want to bother. They make fun of him for how he died, they call him Lawful Stupid (a term I deeply resent both as someone with a Lawful Good alignment and someone who plays D&D paladins who have been called Lawful Stupid before), they say he’s not significant because he only lasted one book/season, etc. I just don’t have the energy to always write a muse who’s getting attacked for being an honorable, good person. It irks me to no end and the fandom is just so negative about this and so many other things that I steer clear. But, if you are looking for a great Ned to write your muse with, you might try inquiring with @handofhonor. I’ve never interacted with them but I’ve been reading their RPs for a long time now and they write Ned so beautifully, it’s amazing. They really do him justice.

12. A muse whose personality is close to your own.

Channe. Originally I wrote her as an outlet to freely and safely express my own anxiety, be it social anxiety or OCD or reclusiveness or dependency issues, what have you… without actually writing myself. So she began as kindof a self-insert of my own personality inside a fantasy character with real power, unlike myself. it was a way for me to work through some personal issues, and over the years, Channe has changed as I have changed, and she’s even done better with her issues than I have, heh. This is literally the only time in all the thousands of characters I’ve written over the years where I’ve done anything close to a self-insert.

13. A muse whose personality is very different from your own.

Jix, haha. I… am a negative, pessimistic, cynical, irritable, snippy bitch, hahahaha. So how I wrote the most adorable, precious, cinnamon roll, ray of sunshine, cup of smiles, barrel of cuteness muse, I do not understand, haha. I really don’t get how Jix even came out of my dark, dank, anti-social, emo brain, hahaha. But I’m so glad he did. =)

14. A muse often misunderstood by other muses at first impression.

Aurelien (@a-very-proper-shxde), my fandomless shade OC. A shade is basically a shadow creature. A bodiless being that looks like a black cloud with red eyes who’s made of cool, negatively-charged energy. Technically, I think he qualifies a type of incorporeal undead. The problem with this… is that Aurelien was once a human paladin. As such, he is a nicest, most honorable dude you will meet, but upon seeing him, most people think he’s a demon, or at least immediately assume that he’s evil and hostile. The poor guy constantly has to defend and explain himself after little more than an innocent “hello.” Even then, some muses are wary of him and it takes a while for them to trust him.

15. Your favorite muse you’ve ever written.

Jix, again, heh. Hands down. He makes me so happy to write, he makes me happy with how other muns react to him and to the stories we write, and I love to see plots with him and other muses play out. He’s such an innocent little doot-doot and he’s just so cute you could scream in a good way, and I just love him so much. Like I said before, I have no idea how I was blessed with Jix out of the dusty, cobwebby, brain with a survival horror atmosphere that I seem to have, haha, but I’m so glad that he popped out one day and that I brought him to Tumblr. He’s too fun to write, seriously. I am considering making my upcoming NaNoWriMo project a book about Jix. =) 

#all the muses #too many muses

[blue-power1]

My Greatest Fear || Fire Emblem Heroes Yandere!Alfonse x Kiran (Reader)

A/N: For some reason, I’ve become obsessed with the concept of it, so now I’m writing this. Shout out to @randomnerdyfan for getting this concept in my head.

In the few moments, I have to myself, I wonder how it ended this way, what I did to trigger it, and how do I fix it? Did I create a monster or did I call out to a beast that was already inside?

I realized what was happening the moment he pulled me close the day he confessed to me. There was something about his touch that was off. I could sense a new, more obsessive, maybe even possessive side to him. At first, I wrote it off as paranoia and maybe I’ve read too many questionable works of fanfiction in the past, but then it just started to get weird.

It started with Alfonse just randomly showing up to my room unannounced. Though nothing really happened, he came every night and so we talked almost every night. Most our conversations involved me going to sleep at a more reasonable time or me talking about my world. When I started running out of material for the latter, those talks became mostly about the former.

He ended up winning as we always end up snuggling on my bed with him lulling me to sleep. Small actions like that didn’t ring any warning bells since they seemed normal. But, I was slowly developing a dependency on him being in my room before I went to bed and I wasn’t sure how exactly to feel about that as there also have been several times where I would find marks on my neck that weren’t there before I slept. Thankfully most of my shirts were high-collared ones, but I’m scared to think of what else he’s done to me in my sleep.

He soon started to become more ruthless in battle. He always was very strong, to begin with, but his attitude toward battle changed. It wasn’t just about the mission anymore. He insisted on staying near my side in battle, but I never let him. I’ve reminded him time and time again that I would be fine on my own and that the other Heroes had trained me in self-defense in case anything goes arry. He tested me at that point and was successful. I thought it was going to be over after that.

Then he started picking fights with heroes, which was pretty out of character for him. He got really worked up when I had small talk with anyone other than him. He hid that well around Sharena, Anna, and some of the Heroes, but with other Heroes, he always gives them a stink-eye and is more hostile with his words, especially with the male Heroes. Our relationship wasn’t exactly public among the Order so things got really awkward.

I once tested him by asking Niles to deliver a message to a friend of mine in another world. Needless to say, never will I do that again, that is, ask Niles for favors. But gods, Alfonse’s punishment was something else, as it involved pinning me to a wall in a position that I’ve only read about. He took advantage of my embarrassment and made me promise to never speak to another Hero again without his presence.

That incident did not only trigger my warning bells but the warning bells of every hero that I considered to be good friends as well. Most especially Lord and Lady Robin and Prince and Princess Corrin. Don’t tell either Robin I gave them those titles, by the way, it’s the only way I can distinguish between the two of them. Anyways, the five of us had strong bonds with each other as we all felt a strange kinship with each other and Alfonse left me alone with them for the most part. They became the older siblings I never had. But as much as I’d like to tell you more about our dynamic, I need to tell you how this dynamic almost saved me.

I never told anyone about the marks, even them. I didn’t even bother to bring it up to Alfonse as I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, but I knew I was in for some deep trouble once either Robin or either Corrin saw them. Unfortunately, they were found by Lord Robin, the last person I wanted to find out. If he was my actual big brother, he would’ve been the protective, stern big brother and if his daughter had ever brought a boy home, he’d been the one polishing a weapon in front of them.

“Where did you get these marks?” He asked.

“I was fooling around and hit myself with the Breidablik,” I replied. It wasn’t total lie. It has happened before, but I can tell he didn’t buy it.

“Ok Kiran,” Robin replied, “You’re not that clumsy.”

“I tripped up the stairs,” I said in my defense, which he’s seen, “I think I know what I’m talking about when I say I hit myself.”

“But how do you angle that?” Robin asked.

“I don’t know,” I replied, “It just happened.”

“Ok...” He said, “What’s been going on between you and Alfonse?”

“Huh,” I said, “W-what do you mean by that? Everything’s fine.”

“Really,” Robin said sounding skeptical, “Because Tharja and Niles told me something interesting the other day. Tharja and a few others have been having strange dreams as of the late about you and Alfonse and Niles just happened to mentioned that he got mad at you once and pinned you to the wall.”

“Fuck, he saw that!” I thought. I was tempted to yell that out loud, but I bit my tongue, still doesn’t change the fact that I basically confirmed that it happened with my expression.

“Look I don’t care if you two are actually an item, but if he’s harming you in any way, that’s what I want you to tell me,” He said sternly, “I don’t care if he’s a prince. No one has a right to force anything on you.”

A thought occurred to me to say, “Whatever dad” and leave, but I stood there looking stunned. I never expected to hear such a ‘modern’ idea while I was in this world, but it made sense for it to come from Robin. He valued bonds above all else.

I struggled to find any words to say and I begun to hyperventilate out of sheer panic and fear. The room began to spin before I passed out on the floor. While I was in that state, I had a dream and I had a feeling that it was the same dream that everyone’s been seeing.

I saw myself in Alfonse’s embrace, but the atmosphere remained oppressive. The room seemed to echo nonsense until I begun to listen closely. It was Alfonse’s voice.

“I love you.” “Don’t leave me.” “I can’t bear to lose you.” “Stay with me.”

My dream self begins to panic as Alfonse’s grip tightens.

“You’re the only one who understands.” “I need to keep you safe.” “I can’t let you leave.”

Then Alfonse begins to glow and his voice grew louder and louder to the point where I couldn’t comprehend them and soon it was silent.

I was now in a cage with Alfonse and still stuck in his embrace. My face was empty as he stroked my hair. My eyes were dull as he whispered sweet nothings. Time stopped as my dream self turned to me and uttered one single word.

“Help.”

Then I found myself asking a question that I haven’t dared to ask.

“How did my greatest love turn into my greatest fear?”

#Yandere!Alfonse #fe alfonse #fe kiran #kiralfonse #alfonse x kiran #fire emblem heroes #I hope I did this AU justice.

[violetwiz-blog]

Stepping Into Tombs - An Amélie Fanfiction!

Rated G for “golly this is long” Word count: 2600ish Summary: At thirteen years old, Amélie Poulain has decided it's time for a change. 

If you want to read this on AO3, here’s the link!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10299971

Amélie found herself staring in her mirror one misty morning. She tilted her head. Something didn't feel right. She squinted her eyes. She opened her mouth wide. She squished her hands to her rosy cheeks. She then lifted each carefully braided ponytail high into the air above her ears. Her lips drew into a straight line. She thought for a moment, eyes closed in concentration, then took a few bills from the small lockbox under her bed and picked the worn book off her overflowing shelf. She found a paper and pen in the kitchen and neatly wrote a note for her father.

Going to the shops for a little while. I'll be back soon.

Love, Amélie

Amelie slipped out the front door, book under her arm, and began to walk along the narrow pathways of her Parisian suburb. She almost walked past the tiny hair salon nestled in the corner of the block, the glass storefront revealing a bored woman in a purple cheetah print shirt and black apron standing behind a desk. One hand was in her bleached blond hair with her elbow on the table and the other hand drummed restlessly on the counter. Amélie cautiously pushed open the door to the salon, which was silent except for the air conditioning whirring and the quiet ding of a bell. The lady at the counter snapped out of her stupor, jerking upwards and smiling broadly.

"Hello, young miss. What brings you here?"

Amélie glanced around at the empty store, and softly spoke. "Do you have an opening for an appointment?"

A few moments later, Amélie sat in the pleather, peeling chair as the salon lady took apart the girl's braid, revealing the soft, bouncy curls hiding within. Amélie noticed the name tag on the lady's apron, which in loopy, cursive writing spelled the name Claudette.

"So, what do you have in mind?"

Amélie took her book from her lap and opened it to a page bookmarked with a ribbon. On the page was a full picture of a Egyptian papyrus section, illustrated in color. In the center of the hieroglyphics and pictures of plants and animals, kneeled a woman with wings running down her arms. She had dark, shoulder length hair and bangs that reached her eyebrows, and a beautiful face with a knowing smile. But perhaps the most striking part of the image was the scale that lay in front of her, with a feather on one side and what looked like a human heart on the other.

Claudette blinked and stepped backwards. "Um, that's nice, dear, but why are you showing me that?"

Amélie kept looking at the page, speaking softly but confidently. "This is a drawing of the goddess Ma'at. She helps to figure out who gets to go on to the afterlife. Do you see this?"

Amelie pointed at the scale, and Claudette peered over Amélie's shoulder, but still kept her distance.

"This is the scale that she weighs the souls on. She can see everything they've done, good and bad."

The girl smiled, and Claudette leaned over to look at the goddess's face.

"Can you imagine being able to understand a person's heart like that?"

"Honey, I can barely imagine getting a real place to sleep, let alone something like... that." she remarked, gesturing suspiciously towards the image.

Amélie's eyes widened, and her eyebrows raised. "You don't have have somewhere to live?"

Claudette quickly shook her head. "Oh no no no, I just meant to live in a real house and not a little apartment! They get cramped after a while, you know?"

Amélie slowly nodded, but after a pause, furrowed her brow. "But isn't it nice to have somewhere to live all for yourself?"

Claudette chuckled. "Of course, but those things get old. Eventually you'd want someone to keep you company."

"Well, I live with my dad right now, and I think I'd rather live by myself.'

The hairstylist rolled her eyes with a knowing smile. "Oh, are you in one of those phases where a girl hates her parents? Don't worry, you'll love him eventually."

As Claudette began to walk away, Amélie paused for a moment before she spoke, looking down at the floor. "Parent."

"I'm sorry? I couldn't hear you over the water." Claudette called out over her shoulder, washing her hands in the nearby sink.

"I only have one parent. My mother died two years ago when a suicidal tourist jumped on her in Paris."

Claudette's expression dropped, and she walked over to the girl.

"I'm so sorry, dear." Claudette gently put her hand on the girl's shoulder.

A moment of silence passed between them before Claudette pointed at the Egyptian goddess in the drawing.

"So you want your hair to look like that?"

Amélie shrugged. "Something like that."

Claudette straightened her apron and got into position behind the chair. "Well, you have absolutely lovely curls, and I wouldn't want to do a thing to change them, especially since you hair is so young and undamaged. As for the bangs, I don't think such a straight across cut would work for you. How about bangs swept to the side?"

Amélie shifted in her seat. "Do you have a picture of what that would look like?"

Claudette put her hands in her pockets and exhaled through her teeth. Then she turned to a box high on top of a cabinet, standing on her tiptoes to wiggle the box down. Amélie peered over as Claudette opened the lid to reveal what looked like hundreds of fashion magazines. After looking through the box and its seemingly infinite contents, the hairstylist eventually found the one she was searching for. It was the cover for a magazine Amélie had never heard of, with a lithe, pale model draped in a sheer dress that gathered around her like curtains.

Claudette pushed the magazine to Amélie. "Here you go, this is pretty close!"

Amélie held the magazine cover up to her own face and looked in the mirror. Claudette clapped her hands together in joy when she saw a grin on the girl's face.

"You like it?"

"I think it's perfect." Amélie said as she kept looking at the mirror.

As Claudette got to work getting out all her equipment for the haircut, Amèlie was falteringly trying to imitate the model's gaze by lifting her chin and pouting her lips. Claudette looked over and laughed.

"Don't worry, you look perfectly fine as you are, um..." Claudette trailed off.

"Amélie." The girl smiled.

"Amélie." The hairstylist returned it.

Amélie's chair was rolled over to the hair washing station. The girl closed her eyes. She breathed in the scent of orange blossom shampoo and felt the cold water running over her scalp. She stayed like that for a while, perfectly still, drinking in the moment as the hairstylist did her work. After a quick drying with the soft cotton towels, the girl sat down in the chair again, with a spring in her step. Claudette covered her with the hairdressing cape with a soft swish. After a few preparatory brushings, Claudette began snipping the scissors, freeing dark curls to fall to the floor.

Claudette meticulously continued her work, but then she stopped suddenly.

"Wait, it's a Tuesday, isn't it?"

Amélie continued to read the book in her lap, not even looking up. "Yes, I think so."

"Well, honey, shouldn't you be in school?"

Amélie spoke in an even voice. "I'm homeschooled. I have an easily excitable heart."

"Now I've heard a lot of excuses for cutting class, but that-" she remarked, point to Amélie's reflection in the mirror with her scissors, "is one of the strangest."

"No, honestly! I learn about geometry and painting and history and everything else!"

Claudette paused for a moment, then nodded. "If you were really skipping, I'm sure you'd have something more fun than getting a haircut."

Amélie smiled and swung her feet. "This is pretty nice, though. Better than learning about geometry."

Claudette threw her head back and laughed openly. "Kid, I think nearly anything is better than geometry."

The hairstylist tapped the girl's shoulder as she continued her work. "Teenagers are a lot more honest then they used to be, lemme tell you. I used to skip school all the time."

Amélie closed her book, sat up straighter, and made eye contact with the hairstylist in the mirror. "Really?"

Claudette nodded, a small proud smile on her face.

"How long ago was it? What did you do?" Amélie asked, eyes glowing.

Claudette rested her hand on her hip, eyes pointed upward in thought. "When was I in high school? Oh god, it was so far back! You probably weren't even born yet, Amélie."

Amélie was nearly bouncing in her chair. "Where did you go?"

"Oh, I probably shouldn't say this to a kid like you but..." She leaned closer to Amélie's ear "I usually ran around with a boy."

Amélie covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide as dinner plates.

"Yeah, he sure was something!" Claudette smiled wistfully. " It was nothing dangerous, just to things like the movies. We'd buy one ticket and stay in different movies all day. Or we'd go to the park and just stare at clouds." Claudette giggled. "One time, we got dressed up and went to the Ferrari dealership. We drove those cars all afternoon because we pretended we wanted to buy one!"

Amélie looked up at Claudette, mouth wide open. "How did you get out of that?"

Claudette could barely hold in her laughter. "We told them the cars were too low-end!

The two of them started laughing loudly and unabashedly, filling the corners of the otherwise abandoned salon with joy.

As Claudette wa wiping the tears from her eyes, Amélie chirped, "So what happened to the boy?"

Claudette smoothed down her apron and sighed, still smiling. "He tried to propose to me at the end of our last year. I wasn't ready to go settle down yet. When I turned him down, he broke up with me."

"But did he love you?"

Claudette had a small smile and looked at nothing in particular.

"Yes. Yes, I suppose he did, Amélie. But you'll find out that love is a funny thing, especially love like that. It leaves easy, but eventually it comes back, sort of like..." Claudette borrowed her brow and absentmindedly tapped her foot. Then her eyes lit up and she started to run her hands through Amélie's hairstyle.

"Love is like hair, Amélie!"

Amélie raised an eyebrow.

"Hear me out! Love, pretty much, is always the same, right? But sometimes, it needs to change. And change isn't a good thing or a bad thing, usually. It's just something that has to happen. Like new hairstyles! Or new colors!"

Amélie smiled as she looked in the mirror. "That makes sense."

Claudette grinned radiantly. "See, the crazy salon lady is right sometimes!" She looked down at the girl. "But the story about the boy is our little secret, right?"

Amélie nodded without hesitation.

The hairstylist resumed cutting the girl's hair. "Thanks, dear. I just don't want any friends of your getting any ideas to go get new cars, you know?" Claudette laughed.

Amélie looked down at her feet for a few seconds before looking up to speak. "Miss Claudette?"

The hairstylist was absorbed again in her work. "Yes?"

"Can I say a secret too?"

Claudette looked up. "Of course, Amélie."

Amélie looked at her feet and spoke with caution. "I... I don't really have any friends."

Claudette stopped her scissors mid-snip. "What do you mean, dear?"

"Um, I don't really get to go out much, because my dad is afraid of my heart getting overexcited. He just... well, he doesn't really leave either. It really is...it gets lonely at home, just me. I mean, I have the books, but..."

Claudette's expression softened. "Goodness, you must be awfully lonely, sweetheart."

Amélie didn't look up from her lap, but her voice started to waver. "I'm really glad I found someone to talk to. I wish that I could..." Amélie was interrupted by the fat teardrops falling from her eyes onto the hairdressing cape, one by one.

Claudette rushed over to her desk to dig out the emergency box of tissues, and then raced to the young girl crying in her salon, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Just cry if you need to dear, that's all right."

Amélie sniffled, and the tears stopped falling.

"I just realized something, Miss Claudette."

The hairdresser smiled warmly. "What is it?"

"I do have one friend." Amélie looked up at Claudette, with still-glossy eyes. "You."

Claudette, put a hand to her heart, eyes starting to brim with tears, then embraced the little girl sitting in the chair. "You're my friend now too, Amélie."

The hairdresser then stood up, smoothed down her apron, and turned Amélie towards the mirror. "There, your finished haircut!"

Amélie put her hands to her new curls that lined her neck, and reached for the new bangs that framed her forehead.

Claudette stood behind her, waiting in anticipation. "Well?"

Amélie grinned, her smile nearly radiating light.

Claudette squealed in joy. "Oh, I'm so glad you love it!"

The girl jumped out of her chair, knocking the hairdressing cape to the floor, embracing the hairdresser with such force that they nearly fell over. "Thank you, Miss Claudette."

Amélie then dug into her pockets and extended a few bills in her hand. "This is enough, right?"

Claudette took the money, counting the money deliberately. "Yes, this is the perfect amount!"

Amélie smiled, but then pursed her lips and frowned. "But then that means I don't have enough money for a tip."

Claudette chuckled and pat Amélie on the shoulder. "It's perfectly fine, I had so much fun learning from you! Especially about the goddess girl and the..." She tapped her foot and snapped her fingers. "What did she weigh again?"

Amélie grabbed her book off the chair and opened it to the bookmarked page. "The feather and the heart!"

Claudette put her hand on her forehead. "Oh, of course! How could I forget? I really ought to remember things better."

Amélie held out the tome. "You can borrow it, if you want! It can be your tip."

Claudette hesitated for a second, then took the book. "Thank you so much, Amélie!"

The girl headed for the door with a lightness in her walk, waving goodbye to the hairstylist. "See you soon, Miss Claudette!"

"See you soon, Amélie!"

Claudette watched as Amélie headed down the narrow walk, leaving behind a book, hair clippings on the floor, and nothing more. Claudette went back to her desk, waiting for a moment before she opened her new book and began to read.

She became so absorbed that she did not notice a young girl walk by a few hours later, wearing a floral silk scarf around her head, wide sunglasses, and a trench coat that trailed behind her other dirty road and had long sleeves that swallowed up her arms. The girl affixed a tiny package to the handle of the salon door and then sprinted away.

When the hairstylist locked up the shop at dusk, she noticed the package and unwrapped the twine surrounding it. Inside the package was a small, smooth white pebble, with a feather painted on in with a steady hand. There was also a note, carefully written, which read,

Dear Miss Claudette,

I realized that my book is not really a "tip" if I need to take it back, so I made you this. I hope you like it! My dad was not very happy that I went out, but he isn't quite so mad anymore. I think he likes my haircut. Thank you so much for making me feel so happy.  

Love,

Amélie

Claudette slipped the rock into her pants pocket and smiled as the Parisian sun illuminated the cobbled streets with heavenly purples and oranges.

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