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mikodrawnnarratives · 1 year

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Before I talk a LOT (I'm not joking, A LOT)

About this au, how I stumbled upon the idea, story and all in a rushed format,

APPRECIATE THIS

TOOK FOREVER

COMPLETELY out of my general comfort zone in art BUT OH WELL LOOK AT IT :DDDDDDDD

Also serves as a good hook for what this post is about mehehehehehehehe

CUT TO RAMBLINGS

Oh I have your attention?

Excellent.

It started with me thinking and wondering about a specific fic that is unrelated to this post, frankly different fandom, and I was wondering how it would play out in a movie format, but seeing as the fic in question currently is unfinished and won't be for a while I decided to direct my attention to other fandoms, got to DCA fandom, came up with a few cute ideas i didn't write down for unfinished fics, for the record I do think it would be interesting if Solar Lunacy was a musical just saying, and then I started to think about ok what fics ARE fini-

SLEUTH JESTERS HECK YEAH

Unfortunately at the moment I don't have any digital sketches to share for some of these points and the sketches I do have are pretty messy SO I'LL JUST RAMBLE cause I already wrote down a lot of these separately

Firstly, I imagine this kind of musical being in universe kind of au. Possibly an extension of the Actor AU where the original media (tv show? movie?) got so popular it got a musical adaptation

I imagine the actual music, whether the songs or just sound track, would be heavily inspired by Jazz or smthn. Like, the genre of music most popular during the time period Sleuth Jesters is in ish. It would still be musical-like but you can tell the genre they are going for

And before continuing, to get around not actually saying "y/n" on stage cause that might be a little awkward MAYBE there could be some kind of special sound affect for the actors mics that the audience knows is y/n's name?? Half baked tho

COSTUMES

Sun, Moon and Eclipse (at least) would have highly decorated masks to match the original just added onto because they are on stage. Masks, so that there are more options for who to cast. To make up for this, the actors have to make it clear in their body language to make up for lack of expression

in productions with higher budget mayhaps one function could be the eyes have options for what emotion they could express

In most productions there will be sound effects in the background that mimic the noise that Sun Moon and Eclipse make as they move. Or at least be incorporated into the sound track ooooo

Y/n's clothes would have an easy to notice difference in quality compared to the DCAs, which makes the bell and ribbons much more noticeable on stage

Smaller note but I think y/n's make up could be kind of fun with how they show the y and n on their face

Would probably have a wig colored various shades of silver but not required

FIRST SONG FIRST SONG FIRST SONG

Would be the introduction (of course) and depict the first chapter and likely have something to do with "Until Next Time". I think possibly it would have little breaks in the song to fit in the dialogue

Honestly, in an adaptation there might just be more scenes added between the earlier chapters to fill in points in time or smthn

OR (the answer I like better) The first act uses time between chapters to fill in reader watcher on backstories or past's of characters

Actually yeah little hints would be packed in the first half

Any other songs could be filled in for the boys or y/n that could have the potential to return as a Reprise

Now listen Mandatory Eclipse Villain song(s)

this is not optional

Duets Duets DUETS

One duet could be between characters that are foils or mirror each other but it's one of those duets that have different lyrics that still match up musically

Particularly I think the latter could be used for Sun and Moon's complicated relationship with Eclipse but not completely sure where that would be, probably second half, speaking of which...

ACT ONE ends in the chapter that Y/N has to return the favor to Eclipse, where he crashes the party and they go with him, reassuring Sun and Moon that they allways can wiggle out of situations

REPRISE OF THE FIRST SONGGGGGG

Until Next Time Reprise

Which will have a moment of silence after, showing their mutual understanding yet make it perfectly clear sun and moon don't want to do resort to this

Doesn't last to long as it proceeds with the sound track DROPPING in tone as Eclipse stuffs y/n into the car, that is actually just a prop that leads to the back stage

FADE TO BLACK INTERMISSION

ACT TWO (any major costume changes or forever hold your piece) I think would start off with Sun and Moon's dilemmas first before getting back to y/n

WHICH would likely cut to y/n maybe already in the burgundy shirt but meh that's not solid

I think the way Eclipse gives them the burgundy ribbon and bell could be changed in an adaptation of the story since it would be easier I imagine to show it later than in a car set piece

(Admittedly I have to reread these specific chapters to know specifically the order) But when Eclipse drops the bombshell he knows their past, and I think he leaves them alone for a bit after that, SONG TIME (though song could still happen with him there honestly)

Something similar to the theme "I thought I burned everything" and would just

And after that likely more backstory could be cut to depending on what it is and how relevant it is at that point. WOuld be much grimmer in tone but hey it's the second act.

Though if this opportunity is taken, this could be reprised later when Y/N proposes to the boys, with the necklaces to show being more comfortable with their past

More song opportunities with Y/N's trust issues, Sun and Moon's brother issues, etc

Final act-ish, where y/n first runs away after Sun and Moon "find out" and from there would have more focus on the score than any songs that could be fit into that small frame.

My thoughts went kind of to Heather's Dead Girl Walking Reprise and then Veronica and JD's tussle toward the end if songs got implemented there

AND OF COURSE The moment of Eclipse's death is really what makes me think this would be adapted into a musical in universe

Because it does kind of fit the bill for being tragic

You feel bad enough for what could have been

But also remember "Nah that bitch deserves it"

But also.. it's sad

PERFECT FOR MUSICAL ENDING

ish

After proposal, there is possibility to do a QUICK little glance into the future at the end, not unlike Dear Evan Hansen's ending, but maybe not

Ok now Applause section!!

Freddie and Gregory would bow together

I forgot to mention earlier, but the character that is revealed to be a spy for Eclipse at the police station I'd imagine would have hints on their clothing (like burgundy) that would foreshadow their side

Eclipse would bow by himself, flaunty as ever, yet you can still kind of tell the actor is kind of a sweetheart

Sun and Moon would enter, bow together and then welcome Y/n

Who would get to bow on their own, then with Sun and Moon

Then the rest of the cast is welcomed

How the arrangement would go from left to right I was thinking

Law Enforcement and basic background cast making up crowds, Freddy, Gregory, Sun, Y/N, Moon, Eclipse, Michael, Other Aftons and Spy, rest of Law Enforcement and basic background cast making up crowds

AAAAAaaand thats what I've got.

@naffeclipse did you catch all of that?

and @sunnys-aesthetic for their detective au! :3

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codexty · 7 months

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Rook Headcannons: Family, life, etc.

Just cause I find him so funny

Edit: This got long! I wont apologize

You can pry the Bird Beastman Headcannon out of my cold dead hands.

I saw the idea that his siblings were named after chess peices, and I do love that but hear me out: Robin, Raven, Rook, Rosella, Ruff, Wren (hes the odd one)

Middle child energy- Rook may be a bit more extreme than his siblings, especially the older ones, but I feel like the whole family is on the same wavelength

The random mansions around the world with goverment approved portals? They are 100% black market associated. Probably animal trade or sell useful byproducts as potion ingredients. Scavengers, like the birds they are

Not ruling out some highly illegal/Immoral trades. But yeah.

Rook and each of his family may seem unassuming on their own, but when all of them are together? People can't get out of their way fast enough.

Uncanny Valley the whole lot of em. Give everyone goosebumps.

The Addams Family 100%

Probably also why you wouldn't hardly see them all together

Each sibling probably has/had a nanny and probably aren't too close with one another

Definitely "let kids roam" parents, as long as a kid showed up sometime, probably didn't care what they were up to

Rook 100% walked out of the house at 10yo with his bow and said he was off to hunt down a bear and parent Hunts were like "ok have fun! we'll taxidermy it when you get back"

One of the younger ones definitely does taxidermy

Rooks older sister knows every natural poison and even which ones can potentially be poisons when mixed with common household items!

Rook has been stabbed/trapped/poisoned by his siblings before

Hunt Parents are very much like morticia and gomez but worse parents in that they are less involved

Probably Not a lot of physical affection in the house

Dunno why, Rook just seems a bit touch starved

Probably also didn't hear much praise as a kid.

As such; Love language to give is words of affection, to receive is physical touch

Rook prior to Pomefiore smelled like blood. Just slightly mettalic tinge clingling to him constantly

Beastman in Savannaclaw gave him a WIDE berth.

Currently, smells like nothing, he doesn't wear the perfumes or scented products vil reccomends, much to vils dismay

Love the idea that vil gave him strong scented perfumes as a way to "bell the cat". Vil is mad it didn't work and is slowly getting less subtle about it, trying more and more obvious ways. Including changing the laundry detergent in the dorm to a strong scented one.

Rook is aware and finds it funny

Vil may say he tolerates Rook, but I think they were both lonely kids in a big new school and rely on each other.

Vil and Rook will probably be longtime friends if not lifelong friends. Vil heavily values having someone beside him who is unafraid to give him true, valid, critique and Vil has shown how much he values Rooks input. Rook admires Vils tenacity more than anything and will probably never leave him willingly.

They definitely fight though. Rook is a bit too callous when Vil needs a little soft and Vil is a bit too cutting when Rook could use a gentle hand and they get hurt. Will always make up, even if neither of them are good at apologizing

Or maybe one day years from now someone takes it a bit too far (probably rook) and they go a few years without talking

I can't imagine Rook in a profession besides whatever it is his parents do. Black market deals and trade probably. If someone asks he'll just say he is in Business

Rook will be a Parton of the Arts his whole life. sponsoring artists, probably from backgrounds like Neige. Will definitely be a very sketchy backer. No one will know what he does, but hes always throwing money around and who ever he finds, they will probably be the next big thing.

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #rook hunt #twst rook #vil schoenheit #rook hunt headcanons

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hawkinslibrary · 6 months

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there's a new article out about the play. i think it's paywalled for people outside of the us, so here's a twitter thread with screenshots. i've also typed it all out under the cut here:

LONDON – Next month, the Upside Down extends its tentacles into London’s West End with “Stranger Things: The First Shadow,” a prequel stage production that expands the world of Netflix’s sci-fi/horror blockbuster.

And the creative team behind it hopes the play will be as groundbreaking as the series itself.

“We’re about to bring the actors, who’ve just been in this cocoon of a rehearsal room for seven weeks, into [the theater],” producer Sonia Friedman says of “The First Shadow,” which is set to open Noc. 17 at the Phoenix Theatre. “We’ve been making sure it can stand alone without the special effects, because it’s all about story. We are going to blow people’s minds. We are going to terrify with some of the most startling, extraordinary things with the physical production.”

The project originated with director Stephen Daldry, who approached Netflix’s then-content chief Cindy Holland after the show’s first season aired.

“One of the conversations Stephen and I had been having was, ‘What theater have we ever seen where you get genuinely scared?’” Daldry’s co-director Justin Martin says. “It was an interesting challenge and provocation. We talked about other [Netflix] titles, but this one felt like the most imaginative and the most challenging to try and find a stage language for.”

“The goal was to figure out, what does a mega episode of ‘Stranger Things’ look like on stage?” adds Matt Duffer, who created the series with brother Ross. “It was a very long, multi-year process to figure that out. But where they’ve landed is incredibly exciting.”

For the Duffers, the idea of expanding the “Stranger Things” universe in new forms was an exciting prospect. They're currently working on several spinoff shows, including a children’s animated series and an anime series. The play exists on its own, but it also informs the narrative and characters fans know.

“The idea was to explore Henry Creel and his backstory and fill in a gap that we don’t explore in Season 4,” Ross Duffer says of the villain also known as Vecna. “The play was being developed simultaneously with us writing Season 4 so we were adjusting as we went. It was an interesting way to develop a story, but to do it concurrently like that made sure everything locks in mythology-wise.”

Development on “The First Shadow” began during Season 2. Daldry approached Friedman after seeing the magic and spectacle in her company’s production of “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child” at London’s Palace Theatre. The creative team spent time brainstorming the story during the early months of the pandemic with screenwriter Jack Thorne, but eventually decided they needed someone who knew the series intimately.

Kate Trefry, a writer on “Stranger Things” since Season 2, was an obvious choice for Daldry, despite the fact that she’d never written a play before.

“Season 2 is really when we started to expand this world and mythology,” Ross Duffer says. “So Kate knows that as well as us. She's been with us in the trenches for so many years that we were so happy that she had this opportunity to do this.”

From early on, no one wanted to simply remake the first season. Daldry wanted the story to be what Martin calls “in the center of the conversation,” rather than a secondary narrative, so a prequel made the most sense.

“When we met with Stephen we had just cracked this Henry Creel stuff in the writers room,” Ross Duffer says. “We said, ‘Well there might be an opening here.’ And Stephen really fell in love with it.”

“There are questions of ‘Why Hawkins?’ and ‘How did all this stuff happen?’” Martin adds, referring to the show’s fictional Indiana town, which becomes a hotbed of supernatural activity. “This felt like a good way to address that.”

“The First Shadow,” set in Hawkins in 1959, is told over two chapters. Several familiar characters appear, including Bob Newby, Joyce Maldonado and Jim Hopper, who are in their last year of high school when a new student named Henry Creel arrives. Nearby, Dr. Brenner is getting his start in his lab. There are also new characters, like Bob’s sister Patty Newby. Trefry calls it an ensemble play with Henry Creel as the “spine” of the story. Beyond that, everyone involved is as tight-lipped about the plot as they are about the forthcoming grand finale of the Netflix original.

“It’s about outsider kids who come together to solve a mystery,” Martin says. “And in doing so find themselves and each other. That's really ultimately what ‘Stranger Things’” does so well and why so many people connect with it.”

Trefry adds that it’s also “about the loss of innocence and coming of age and how you are changed and ruined and saved by these formative events that happened in high school.”

“So, hopefully, you’ll see that Hopper and Joyce and Bob are all presenting echoes of the trauma that is at the center of this play,” she says.

In the first season of “Stranger Things,” Joyce, Bob and Hopper seem surprised by what’s going on in Hawkins. But Trefry confirms there’s an explanation for why they don’t immediately connect it to their high school years.

“The climactic events that happen within these two stage episodes had to be something that could be written off as not magical or science fiction,” she says. “It had to be spectacular and make sense, but we had to go forward in honesty with our characters.”

As a TV series, “Stranger Things” has a recognizable aesthetic. The Upside Down and its monsters are familiar to viewers, so a stage version needed to incorporates similar visuals.

Because Trefry had never written a play, she didn’t worry about whether certain effects or scenes would be possible, which upped the ante for everyone included.

“She cross-cut scenes as she would in the show and wrote crazy visual effects sequences as she would in the show,” Matt Duffer says. “She wasn’t limited by that because it then just presented a challenge for Stephen to solve, which is fun. The opening sequence of the play -- I don’t think anyone even knew if it was possible. I'm still not sure how they’re doing it.”

Friedman and Daldry put together a notably skilled creative team. Friedman set the bar high from the outset, telling them, “I need to be taken to a new dimension of what is possible with theater.”

That team includes illusions design and visual effects artists Jamie Harrison and Chris Fisher, who are responsible for the onstage magic in “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child.” Harrison and Fisher spent nearly a year coming up with the effects in “The First Shadow” and have continues perfecting things during rehearsals.

“It’s very pressurized because there is nothing worse than a bad effect because the audience knows straight away,” Harrison says. “We have to go through quite a lot of watching our work be quite bumpy before it gets smooth. And we have to bring the actors from zero magic skill to being very expert in a condensed period of time.”

“When you have the world of ‘Stranger Things,’ people know it,” Fisher adds. “They have those big sequences, so we naturally are creating big sequences. We’ve pushed it and I think by us pushing, the directors and Kate have pushed us even more and said, ‘Now we know you can do that, we want this.’”

As a series “Stranger Things” relies on CGI alongside practical effects, but onstage everything has to be done for real. 59 Productions are creating the video design and visual effects for the play, which will work in tandem with the illusions and Miriam Buether’s set design. Harrison says that “anything that can be achieved in film can be achieved in theater.”

“In film, people want absolute reality,” Harrison says. “For the effects to be visually real. In the theater, we have a level of imagination that we can use as well. For example, in the piece we’re creating there are a lot more blood and guts.”

Trefry adds that the stage show is genuinely terrifying. “It’s scary like ‘Stranger Things’ is scary,” she says. “There’s a little bit of like guts and gore, and then there’s also real trauma – people dealing with real stuff.”

Other elements of the production will hint at the series as well. For instance, Harrison and Fisher met with the creature designer from the series during their design process to ensure “visual continuity,” although they won’t say which creatures appear in the play. And D.J. Walde’s original music recreates the familiar synth theme song with a theremin that matches the late 1950s setting.

For the Duffers, bringing the “Stranger Things” universe to life on stage satisfies their love of practical effects.

“The downside of CGI is that the audience is conditioned to the fact that we can basically do anything,” Matt Duffer says. “But there’s something about seeing it actually done. When I saw ‘Cursed Child,’ my jaw was dropping in a way it rarely does now with these big movies. We want to do the same here.”

Because Trefry wrote the play while Season 4 was in development, the series’ writers were able to retrofit elements of that season to reflect the stage show. The events of the play will also help to “enrich” Season 5, Matt Duffer says.

“There’s a ton of conversation and dialogue between this play and the events that happen in Season 5,” Trefry says of the final season, which is over halfway written. “It was about trying to create something that is canon, but where you don’t have to see it to see Season 5. But if you do see it, it’ll make Season 5 better.”

“There are hints of where [the show] is going to go,” Ross Duffer adds. “I think when [Season] 5 comes together, all of those pieces will hopefully click.”

“The First Shadow” tickets are currently on sale through Aug. 25, 2024, although Friedman confirms the case signed one-year contracts and the production is open-ended. The plan is to bring the play to Broadway and the rest of the U.S. as soon as possible.

“Hopefully it can get to as many places as it can so as many fans as possible can experience it,” Matt Duffer says. “That’s one thing we’re trying to figure out: How do we make sure people are able to see it before Season 5 releases?”

“The First Shadow” marks the beginning of a broader universe for “Stranger Things.” The Duffers say they can’t “focus on the spinoffs until we’re landed the plan with Season 5,” but so far they’ve enjoyed letting other artists re-imagine their ideas.

“This was originally pitched as a standalone story and so to be here now is surreal,” Ross Duffer says. “But this has been the most rewarding experience for us creatively."

#bolded some things that stand out to me #plot relevant things and how things connect to s5 and such #article/twitter thread also has a few pics of cast and crew at rehearsal #i won't read or post a ton of articles for this or s5 tbh #i don't care to see how many of them are just about character deaths/characters needing to die for some reason #since that's the big obsession with final seasons and coverage of final seasons #it annoys me #the first shadow #the first shadow spoilers #s5 #st5 spoilers #spoilers #and also i feel like a lot of what they say in these articles sets people's expectations like. super high and specific #and then people always complain when what they've told themselves is going to happen doesn't #it's an endless cycle and i'm not here for it #anyway. i have to wonder about the bob of it all

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izasha · 1 year

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meli-rose-dd · 1 year

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vitaganiedae · 2 years

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Okay, look, it’s the middle of the night and I definitely have to be a productive member of society at some point come morning, but this is the hamster wheel my brain has chosen to die on, so strap in.

I keep getting ads for the show Rosaline.

It might be cute and it might be funny, it’s doing that self-consciously anachronistic thing that’s very in and sometimes good, and it’s got what’s-her-name from Booksmart, she’s delightful. It is clear that no one on any level of this production is intending or interested in a close read of Shakespeare, nor are they obligated to be!

But here’s the central premise, as presented to me by a series of 30-second adverts: Rosaline is Romeo’s Crazy Ex-Girlfriend, and she’s out to break up the star cross’d lovers.

Here is what we know about Rosaline in Romeo and Juliet:

She’s a Capulet relation, though whether or not a Capulet herself is not made explicit

She is a part of Verona’s upper crust society, and widely considered beautiful

Romeo thinks she’s really hot stuff and fancies himself madly in love with her

She does not give a damn about Romeo

Rosaline is a cypher, a plot device or prop rather than a character who walks on stage. She is talked about enough that we can speculate quite a lot about her, but as for what we know with textual certainty — it boils down to those four things. The literal extent of our knowledge of Rosaline’s personality is that she is not in love with Romeo.

A closer look, from I.i:

BENVOLIO

A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit.

ROMEO

Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit

With Cupid's arrow; she hath Dian's wit;

And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd,

From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd.

She will not stay the siege of loving terms,

Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,

Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold:

O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,

That when she dies with beauty dies her store.

BENVOLIO

Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste?

ROMEO

She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,

For beauty starved with her severity

Cuts beauty off from all posterity.

She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,

To merit bliss by making me despair:

She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow

Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

There’s a lot going on here and an industrious actor or director could spin a lot of backstory out of it, including but not limited to:

Rosaline is entirely unaware of Romeo’s existence, but he’s learned through the Verona grapevine that she is leaving for a convent, and now he’s having a meltdown about it

Romeo finally figured out a way to confess his love to Rosaline, she rebuffed him with a polite “it’s not you, it’s my vow of chastity,” and now he’s having a meltdown about it

Romeo and Rosaline have been having a lengthy back-and-forth where he tries to convince her with increasingly tortured rhetoric to marry him, and she responds with increasingly elaborate blow-offs (see Sonnets 1-17 for some overlapping language and violence-against-dead-horses messaging)

Romeo has learned or is insinuating that Rosaline is a lesbian, and now he’s having a meltdown about it

You could pull any of that from the text using varying levels of ingenuity. What you absolutely cannot get out of this or any other passage in the play is “Rosaline is Romeo’s jilted ex, and now she’s pining for him.”

Okay, fair enough, so why does this matter? I know this silly show is not attempting to be an Elizabethan drama or a serious spin on Shakespeare. It’s supposed to be funny.

Why does this matter? I don’t know, except that the idea of Rosaline as Romeo’s ex is not actually a new one. It’s something of a meme, textual contradiction or not. And it seems to be a meme because, well… some people can’t imagine a pretty girl in the general vicinity not falling for Romeo? Romeo must be an accomplished Casanova rather than a weird, monomaniacal teenaged romantic? The idea of a woman in any century voluntarily forswearing the company of men is too outlandish to process?

Maybe I’m overthinking it. Maybe I’m just protective of that lesbian-Rosaline head canon. But there’s something there, and the hamster wheel is spinning spinning spinning and won’t let me go.

#Seriously why is this bugging me so much?#I DON'T KNOW #SOMEBODY UNPACK THIS #Shakespeare #ranting #we watch stuff and yell things

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you ever see someone say something that makes you just wanna…

#imagine thinking it’s a good idea to ‘cut down on languages’ for ‘productivity’#i hate people who think productivity is the only thing worth pursuing #how about cultural identity and literature and history and all that stuff that accompanies language #go lick corporate boots if you think PrOdUcTiViTy is the only thing that matters #ALSO talk about colonizer mindset #‘let’s make everyone speak my european language and ditch their own!’

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Jangobi 5 for the soulmate thing? Because that would make the fight on kamino just *chef's kiss*

soulmate au prompts

5. the one where you don’t know your soulmate until you touch them.

Apparently there’s never any skin to skin contact in the movie? Because armor? So......... we’re gonna just. Quick little thing.

Also I’ve been doing a lot of “marginally less shitty” Jango, but this is just-as-shitty-as-canon Jango. It’s, uh, not much of a romance, because Kamino. Actually it’s mostly just a lot of angry yelling about human rights violations.

...I’m sure they’ll get together eventually. It’s just, you know... it’s going to take a while.

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Jango’s heard about this Jedi.

The man isn’t famous, or particularly acclaimed. It’s just that Mandalorians gossip, and Death Watch isn’t exempt, and Dred Priest still has friends in the terrorist group. So do a few others.

(Jango sometimes wonders if he’d have invited Priest, had he knows the monster was only a step away from being Death Watch himself.)

(Probably not.)

(He’d at least have been able to see the battle circles coming.)

Death Watch hates one specific Jedi above all others: Obi-Wan Kenobi.

It’s almost enough to make a man like the pretty bastard, except the reason Death Watch hates this specific Jedi is because he kept Duchess Kryze alive, and Jango isn’t much of a fan of hers, either.

In the moment, though, the main thing this all means is that Obi-Wan Kenobi knows Mandalorian customs.

First meetings, out of armor, mean ensuring the arm clasp has skin contact.

His eyes flick down to where Jango is reflexively pulling up his sleeves, and the man just... does the same, sodden as the beige-on-brown-on-dark-brown robes are.

Jango can’t just play it off. He has to, ugh, arm clasp with a Jedi.

Kenobi probably guesses how unpleasant this is for him, going by the grim little smile that he wears, the one Taun We can’t read and Jango can, but they touch forearms and le--

They do not let go.

“Oh kriff,” Kenobi swears, and then it’s just... it’s too late. It’s too late to stop anything.

“Jetii,” Jango spits as if it’s a swear.

He doesn’t want to be soulmates with a Jedi. No sane person ever wants to be soulmates with a Jedi, but as a Mandalorian, and as specifically Jango Fett, who signed onto this project for revenge against Jedi, the idea is just... excruciating.

“For revenge? Not entirely unexpected, but I’m still somehow disappointed.”

“Stay out of my head.”

Kenobi smiles at him, completely devoid of anything but the blackest of humor. “Are you staying out of mine?”

And, well, no. They’re soulmates. Kenobi has more of an idea on how to control how far his mind wanders into Jango’s, but in this moment, just seconds after being bound together by the universe... Jango’s slamming into Kenobi’s shields with an embarrassing lack of control.

“Is something the matter?” Taun We asks.

“I do believe we need to speak alone,” Kenobi says. “Unfortunate timing, but this is our first meeting, and it appears we are soulmates.”

“Ah. We were informed of the human tendency towards such.” She blinks, too large eyes impossible to read for Kenobi, but entirely readable for Jango after all these years. She’s irritated. “I apologize, but it appears we were unable to remove such unpredictability from the product.”

A wave of revulsion leaks out of Kenobi’s mind and into Jango’s. The man just nods. “I understand. As it is, I imagine that the near instantaneous communication on the battlefield will be a boon, if any are bonded to each other or to active soldiers.”

“I defer to your judgement as client, Master Kenobi,” Taun We hums, still irritable. It’s less visible in her face, but... Kenobi can feel it. “I shall leave you to get... acquainted.”

Aaaaaaaand she’s expecting them to sleep together the second she turns her back. The disgust she feels at the thought of such carnal activities is thirdhand to Jango, but he can still feel it, because Kenobi can feel it, because they’re soulmates.

“Oh, do tell me how you really feel,” Kenobi mutters, sweeping past him into the apartment.

Jango wishes he could slam the door as he storms after the Jedi.

“Listen here--”

“Absolutely not,” Kenobi says, with the kind of bland, impersonal smile that Jango’s heard Dred Priest bitch about at least a dozen times. “I need you to answer me this: why are you selling your children into what is clearly slavery?”

“They’re not my children.”

“You choose to be dar’buir, then?” Kenobi clucks a tongue, acting like he can’t even feel Jango’s waves of hate that are just growing by the second. “Shame on you, Mand’alor.”

“I am not the Mand’alor.”

“No. You are demagolka,” Kenobi says, the sweet words of Jango’s first language falling from his lips like poisoned honey. “They are your children, Fett. Your clones, just as human as you.”

“They are little more than droids, Jedi. The Kaminoans--”

Kenobi laughs, sharp and bitter, and it’s enough of a surprise that Jango stops talking. The Jedi strides closer, and it takes everything in him to not step back at what little emotion the Jedi allows through.

“Let me show you,” Kenobi hisses, putting a hand on either side of Jango’s head and it’s too much this is not a sense he is meant to have.

Kenobi cannot lie to Jango, not in this mental space. Not in this existence. He can cherry-pick what he shows, he can exaggerate, he can hide, but he cannot present a falsehood.

What Kenobi shows him, as he pulls Jango into his mind and drowns him in the sensation of the Force, is how each and every clone shines, bright and unique and so very human, so very sentient, so very alive.

These are your children, Kenobi says, directly into his mind and with no room to pull away. If they choose to disown you for your crimes against them, then that is their right, but until they do, they are your responsibility. You’re playing in denial and cognitive dissonance, soulmate mine. If I have to drag you into caring for your children the way any Mandalorian would, then so be it.

“Kriff off,” Jango manages to grit out in the real world. Kenobi looks unimpressed, when he lets go. The sensations in Jango’s mind, the jangled distaste and horror and anger, those are worse.

“Are you going to be dar’manda?” Kenobi demands. “You, who were once king of your people, have you really sunk so low to be the worst of your kind? To be so horrible that even Kyr’tsad would be shamed? Or worse, approve?”

“You have no place--”

“You are violating one of the core tenets of your culture!” Kenobi shouts. “You are being the worst of what you could be, Jango Fett! The most important, the absolute most important element of your culture, the care and nurture of children, and look at what you’ve done--”

“The clones--”

“Your sons!” Kenobi growls at him. “Your children, Fett. I’ve a student that is, by every Mandalorian standard, my son. I know what it is to take in a child that is not yours by blood, to raise a foundling, and you are cutting off millions that are your blood. You aren’t turning away an orphan to another family because you cannot care for them as they deserve, you are breeding your children for war like bantha to slaughter.”

Jango throws the first punch.

Kenobi throws the second.

By the time the fight ends, the room is in ruins, for all that they do not draw blasters or sabers. Kenobi has Jango on his back, straddling his chest with knees on his wrists, a vibroblade to his neck. Kenobi’s lip is bleeding, and Jango thinks he might have caused a hairline fracture in the cheekbone. Both of them have at least one broken rib, and Jango’s currently blind in one eye from the blood pouring out of a cut on his forehead.

Kenobi’s a good fighter. If it weren’t for everything else, Jango might have even been able to appreciate that.

“You,” Kenobi growls, fisting one hand into Jango’s curls and yanking for emphasis, earning himself a snarl in return. “Are going to fix this mess you’ve helped create. If I have to drag the entire Jedi council, the entire senate, if I have to drag in all of Mandalore to make you fix this, I will.”

There’s determination in those words, angry and a little spiteful, but mostly just... disappointed.

“Of course I’m disappointed,” Kenobi spits out, like the words are hot coals. He’s expressive. Jango wants to like it, but mostly he just resents the trait. “I hoped to never find a soulmate; it just complicates things. Opsec becomes a nightmare and holding to the code is difficult. And now I have a soulmate, and he’s an absolute monster that views his own children as little more than droids.”

“War is going to come for them no matter what,” Jango manages to say, and Kenobi’s look is back to unimpressed. “Don’t pretend you haven’t heard of the separatists. There’s an army of actual droids, metal and code, just waiting for the right moment to pick a fight. It’s too late to stop it.”

“...you’re not only raising an army of your own children, but engineering the war that’s going to kill them?” Kenobi almost screeches, and the wave of nauseous loathing that slams into Jango is almost enough to make him actually vomit. Kenobi didn’t pull punches, not in the actual fight and not in whatever mental battle they’re apparently having via emotions and words.

“I’m not engineering it,” Jango says. “I’m just one part in a bigger machine. I got my payment. The rest is on Tyranus.”

He doesn’t even stop the images from flickering through his mind, throwing the man who hired him under the speeder.

“Master Dooku?” Kenobi whispers, horror growing. “No, no, I killed the--the Sith can’t--I killed the one on Naboo, and the Council mentioned the Rule of Two, but... oh hells.”

“You know him?” Jango taunts.

“He’s my grandmaster,” Kenobi says, and Jango can’t imagine the rest is meant to reach him, but the undercurrent is there.

Count Dooku is, by Mandalorian law, Kenobi’s grandfather.

Jango... suddenly feels a little regret about the taunting.

“I’d rather you feel regret about your children,” Kenobi snaps at him. “Every single one of them is a person, one that you chose to bring into this world, and they are your children.”

The argument is going in circles, but there are still places to take this.

“Your army is all adults, Kenobi,” Jango decides.

“They are ten years old,” Kenobi retorts. “Accelerated aging, sure, but they are children.”

“They’re soldiers.”

Disgust again, the same thing Kenobi has felt every time Jango has reasserted the purpose these children were born to, the same thing Jango has told his son, his sergeants, himself, for over a decade.

“A son?” Kenobi whispers. “Is your denial that strong, Fett? That you would claim one and not the rest?”

“Payment,” Jango says, and lets Kenobi feel the rest, since he seems so karking keen on it.

“Keeping one child in exchange for letting yourself be the creator of a slave army,” Kenobi says, and he doesn’t seem impressed. “Weren’t you a slave? Two years on a spice ship, wasn’t it?”

“Don’t you dare--”

“And you would put your sons in chains,” Kenobi hisses, hands going for Jango’s head again. It’s a sense memory, this time, of dark tunnels and exploding collars and a dar’jetii that... was his older brother. According to the Jedi way of thinking.

It’s a twisting fear and pain and I will die so that others may live while looking at an older man, a Master, who can maybe save the other slaves at the expense of one too-angry Initiate’s li--

“Get out of my head!” Jango roars, and he still can’t move his arms, and his legs are held down by the Force, but he twists his head to bite and Kenobi snatches his hands away.

Kenobi glares down at him, almost sneering with the amount of disdain he has for Jango’s general existence. “I’m your soulmate, and had we met fifteen years ago, I might have even thought that an alright thing... but whatever you are now isn’t something I can abide by. You won’t listen to morality, so let me say this instead: a Jedi does not kill an unarmed opponent, but I have full authority to arrest you, even here. I will take you back to the Republic, to be tried for your collusion with a Sith, and you will go to prison. You can try to run, but I am in your head, and you’re in mine. Once you’re in prison, what happens to your son?”

The implication is there, but even if it wasn’t, Jango hears the thought:

They’re soulmates. The Republic would place Boba with Kenobi.

He refuses to have his child raised by a holier-than-thou Jedi.

“Holiness doesn’t have any meaning in Jedi philosophy,” Kenobi says, relaxing just the slightest bit. “Other religions, yes, but no place in ours.”

“You’re a self-righteous bastard,” Jango says flatly. “Despite threatening a child.”

“You mean threatening to take custody of a child being raised in an unhealthy environment, one where he’s being taught to devalue his brothers, engendering a mental dissonance where he has to convince himself he’s special for a reason and that you won’t just drop him if he fails to be perfect?” Kenobi asks. “I prefer to keep children with guardians who love them, but the argument that he’s better off away from you isn’t a difficult one.”

“Oh, like a child-stealer--”

“My mother tried to drown me when I was a toddler,” Kenobi says, even flatter than Jango had been a minute earlier. “Because I was Force-Sensitive, and it was considered curse on my home planet. A Jedi saved me. Tell me that was a kidnapping and not being saved.”

Jango grinds his teeth. “You’re damned smug whenever you have some sob story that outranks mine.”

“This isn’t about who has the bigger sob story,” Kenobi says, and Jango can feel how he’s just as ready to start clenching his jaw to deal with Jango’s bullshit. “It’s about you doing your damned job as a Mandalorian and a father, and taking responsibility for your children. All three million of them.”

It really, really is a pity they didn’t meet before Jango took this job. They could have been great together.

As it is, Jango goes for the groin shot the second Kenobi lets him back on his feet.

#Jangobi #kinda #Jango Fett #Obi Wan Kenobi #star wars #kamino #slavery mention #child abuse mention #just the usual clone stuff really #Phoenix Answers Memes #Phoenix Posts #sorry this isn't as shippy as people were probably hoping #mostly it's just Obi-Wan being deeply angry #and Jango being chock-full of denial and cognitive dissonance #500 notes

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toastedside · 3 years

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Banana Toast

Damian Wayne x Batmom! Reader

I was reading Super Sons the other day and this particular fic come into my mind right after. Just imagining the talk that come after sneaking out the night fighting Kid Amazo.

You watched Damian stepped out of the car with perpetual scowl on his face. He still wears his full armour Robin suit, with domino mask and all. You and Alfred had just picked him up from the Kent an hour ago after he snuck out for the night, roped Jon into an impromptu dangerous mission.

You suppressed a shiver. You didn’t want to imagine the worst, you had it all before. You were grateful that neither Jon nor Damian had suffered any lethal injuries. Few cuts here and there and probably a bruised shoulder, but nothing lethal.

Lois was livid when three of you had caught them climb up the window towards Jon’s room. You had been too, more so when you found out they were chasing after an Amazo wannabe and provoking Lex Luthor. Lois took all the shouting and scolding role that morning while you went full on injuries inspection and Alfred full on disappointed frown.

This is a mission where any one of them should have called their fathers. Jon argued that he tried to do so, but Damian was against the idea. It did not surprise you a little bit. If anything, you had always known the boy practically bleed for validation.

“In this kind of moment is the moment I truly believe that he is Master Bruce’s son,” Alfred’s voice came from behind. You whipped your head and smiled. “The utter stubbornness they both possess is astounding.”

“And their knack to make me worry is more or less the same.”

You found Damian fresh out of shower almost half an hour later, rummaged through the kitchen cabinet looking for some food. You silently watched him from behind, reading all of his body language from here. You knew he wasn’t exactly sorry about what he did, nor he feels the need to, but he was pretty pissed and awful with the consequence he brought after.

Or the reaction he received from others, for the lack thereof.

“Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to give me lectures too?” Damian asked without bother to turned around.

“Would you like some banana toast for breakfast?” You simply smiled as you went through the kitchen cabinet to grab some wheat bread.

“Banana toast?”

“Basically, it’s a toast with peanut butter and banana, add chocolate if you feel fancy,” you explained. “It’s a comfort food I invented during my college days. I eat it whenever I feel down or upset. You want some?”

Damian thought for a while. “Yes, please. That sounds good.”

You spent few minutes in silence as you put your comfort food on work. Damian sat behind on the chair watching you solemnly, probably went through hundreds of probable scenarios from this. Sometimes it’s hard to remember that he had always on high alert for a thirteen-year-old.

It gave you some time to think too. A part of you wanted nothing more but to yell to get the point across, but you also recognized that he had taken some blows from Lois before. Yelling to get the point across would be a contra productive thing to do where it would’ve done nothing but push him away further.

You were disappointed, nonetheless. A little betrayed at the fact that he had to snuck out and breach an agreement. And Damian didn’t try to look at you in the eyes, not even when you slid the warm toast towards him. Shame, probably, or guilt, you didn’t know.

“Damian, you do realize that you broke off an agreement with me and your father, right?” You started. Your voice was soft and calm, you tried your best to remain civil.

“I know,” his voice was firm. As if he had prepared for this inevitable conversation.

“May I know why?”

“Father hadn’t let me to go out for patrol with him!” Damian’s voice was thick with disappointment, a dash of anger, but surprisingly he didn’t raise his voice. “I just want to do good out there. I saved a family from their own demise tonight; you can’t blame me for that!”

“You do know exactly why your father didn’t let you go out for patrol with him. You’ve been ditching schools and is five assignments behind.”

“I don’t need school! It’s stupid! I already know the whole thing; I can easily have master degree by age seven!”

“I don’t doubt that a little bit. You’re indeed very smart. You can easily outsmart me and your father, even,” you nodded in acknowledgement. “But we need you to understand that school is not only for your academic learning, there are a lot of things to learn outside just knowing. Including gaining soft skills and build connections too. Befriend with someone your age.”

“I don’t do friends! Besides, isn’t that what superhero groups are? Isn’t me in Teen Titan enough?”

“Emphasize on the ‘someone your age’ a little bit more, darling. Most of the Titans are older than you. You don’t exactly call Starfire someone your age now, do you?” You smiled. “And you do friends. Jon is the living proof.”

Damian scowls a little bit. “We’re not friends.”

“That’s what your father says about Superman at first. Look at them now, attached by the hip if you ask me.”

Damian smiled slightly at that. Or anything that resemble a smile. He quietly munched on his banana toast, silently marveling at the taste and let the information sink in.

“We also need you to understand that your action last night, while outstanding in the field, still have consequences.”

“Am I grounded?”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t I already grounded for ditching school?”

“Doesn’t mean you’ll get out of this clean,” you said. Damian groaned. “No patrol for next two weeks, and you’re going to school. Catch up with your assignments.”

“Two weeks?” Damian screeched in protest. “That’s too long! What if–”

“Unless you are needed in the field out of immediate emergency, you are not allowed for patrol otherwise. I know you’re Robin, but you are also my and your father’s son. You live under our roof, and you go with the rules too. We’ve talked about this hundred times already and you were agreeing,” you pointed out. “I trust you, Damian. Your father trust you. And it would mean a lot for us if you able to maintain that. One of the ways is by not sneaking out in the night and fighting bunch of robots with your friend.”

“Right,” Damian muttered slowly, defeated. “I am sorry, Mom.”

“Apology accepted, darling. Now go finish your breakfast and catch some sleep. You can join me in the clinic this afternoon if you want to, you can bring Jon over if his parents allow him to.”

“Can I meet Peanut the clinic dog, then?”

“You can try to train her some tricks you taught Titus if you want to.”

Damian’s spirit seemed to be lifted up by the promise. He eagerly finished his breakfast and went straight to his room, this time to catch some sleep hopefully. You let out a relieved sigh, the conversation went better than you had anticipated. By the look Alfred sent you when you brought the empty plates over, you thought he was agreeing too.

Well, raising bunch of vigilante kids definitely never cross your mind, or even a life you expected to have. But looking back, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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tarotchariotpickyourcard · 3 years

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Pick a card reading: What you should like more about yourself!

This one is for the ones on that self love journey, the ones that need a pick me up or have a hard time with self confidence/esteem especially.

So I'm sure it's quite clear. The cards that you pick will reflect why you deserve to be more loving to yourself, what wonderful qualities you have, and maybe help convince you to lessen your negative inner language.

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Please pick one of the groups ( 1, 2, 3 or 4.)

You might be drawn to an item, the card itself, or a number. Please calm your mind and meditate for a minute.

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Side note: If you have a hard time choosing, or nothing seems strong to you, perhaps you could come back later on and try. Do not pressure yourself, darling.

Number one is the badge saying "yup"

Number 2 is the wing

Number 3 is the little bird

Number 4 is the chain saying "BE MINE"

GROUP 1 : (Yup badge)

Morning affirmations, Joy, Strength

6 of wands, 4 of pentacles, Mother of swords

What an interesting blend of character you are!

With the owl, this is a strong suggestion that you are able to see through deep into situations and understand "in between the lines". A great communicator, the queen of swords can be straight to the point, brilliant and not to be messed with. Your ability to say it like it is might be perceived as a little harsh to very sensitive or younger people, however it is a strong and much needed trait in the world. We need people with the organisational skills and know how of the mother of swords! The queen always reminds me of someone who is a good teacher, and a fair person.

With the 6 of wands and the 4 of pentacles, the combination hits in a way of potentially dulling that light. The traits I list may be some that you are aware of in a way, but perhaps have a lesser opinion of. The interesting mix of you is in the way of you being so strong, able to endure and be positive, yet a wonderful balance of being able to have boundaries. Again, I'm seeing the strong ability to recognise when someone is being a "rat" as the animal is right next to the owl. I can't help but get the idea that it is direct experience. I would be surprised if you haven't recently come to a revelation about a person in your social circle, or cut someone out/created more boundaries.

Strength mentions having resilience, coming through things more compassionate, stronger and brighter. Brighter being strong in focus to me, as it is next to joy. Your ability to have fun *despite* issues or obstacles is an enviable trait! I really feel that while you might have your difficulties, you never let them suck you in for too long mentally. You seem to try and stay positive through things, and not everyone can do that. You are also much more smart/knowledgeable than you give yourself credit for. Don't let anyone put you down, because you're being shown that if you go for what you've been studying/working at, with strong persistence you can succeed. I feel like the branches signify people who have acted as obstacles, or your troubles in life. This is confirmation you can rise above them, and if you're stuck right now, please accept my confirmation that things can and will change. Life can't help but flow, no matter how people may try and resist. So if anyone is putting you down, or getting in your way - know that their resistance to your future and well being is futile.

You keep having those boundaries. Keep on keeping on. You're sharp, you're witty, and of all things you have kept your kind heart. One day the joy you try to find in the little things will come to you effortlessly and in x100.

I got the need to call you cherub. Chin up, Cherub.

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GROUP 2 (the wing)

Wait, generosity, magic, peacefulness

The hermit, Ace of swords, Son of swords.

eYou're an extremely thoughtful person, aren't you? I get social activist vibes, the kind of person who thinks about bigger issues than just in their personal world, and could debate very well. The ability to get to the kernel of truth within an argument or bigger pattern in the world seems equal to none. If you have a hard time accepting that your opinions mean something, or you would be able to be persuasive, this is confirmation for you that actually - yes - you do have something meaningful to share with others.

In this pile I'm seeing a more peaceful, patient character. Someone who simply tries to be good, and do good for others. You create magic for other people. My heart swells at this, as I'm seeing reciprocity of kindnesses between you and others over time.

While The son of swords on it's own could potentially be quick to intervene or make a judgement, with the hermit and wait, I'm feeling more that you take the time to think things over. For example, if asked to make a decision, you would want to take your time and really think. If you were asked what your thoughts were on a political stand point, you would think in depth and make no judgements from the surface. This is so helpful, as there's less chance of misunderstanding/unkindness as well as the ability to make better long term decisions for yourself.

Very introspective, and the ace of swords suggests you have great clarity of mind. I can imagine you would be a wonderful person for explaining complicated matters to a wide group of people.

Generosity is what it says on the tin: You are a generous human. That is so, so important. There are many people out there who might feel like no one thinks about them or cares, and you come in and surprise them with something, or offer them help without them asking. It makes people feel valued, and like they are important or have a place in someone's life.

Peacefulness suggests not inviting drama, and I get 2 things. You might be described as grounded, or "chill". As well as this likely suggests your lack of interest in being within a dramatic situation. You are likely very good at looking at others drama, and seeing where it truly stems from, as well as having a good idea of advice for them. If you have friends right now, it's likely they feel peaceful being around you and that they can truly calm down or get your advice on their *own* drama.

You are so important to the people around you, and if there are people that can't appreciate you, I promise you they have *no* idea how lucky they are. You offer so much as a friend, confidant, and as a person who cares for the worlds well being. I appreciate you.

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GROUP 3: ( Little bird

Blessed change, gratitude, engagement, follow your heart, father of pentacles, the empress, the star

You're cool.

Right off the bat, I see your ability to see the silver lining, to take changes as they come (and I don't mean you happily drudge through hard changes, I mean more like you accept them more easily than others). Do you know, it really helps a persons resilience in life if they can have gratitude for things in general, as well as seeing the positive affects of life changes. You have an ability to notice the opportunities in said silver lining. An example I've read in the past involved a man who lost his job, but an opportunity came up for something he was passionate regarding his hobby. He would not have been free to do it unless he was let go of.

You're my free flowing group. Very adaptable. You're able to take time out to really think about what you truly desire in life. When themes like this come up, I really get the idea of authenticity. To put a focus on following your heart, being grateful for what you've taken part in and even quirky circumstances is a massive strength. Do you have any idea how scary that is to people? To wake up and think "My heart wants this, I'm going to actually aim for it because I need to be myself." That's terrifying to many!

Note: If you are finding it hard to be upfront or true to yourself due to fear, this is confirmation that you will be able to in the future. Take your time, as this will come naturally to you.

I know you might be shrugging thinking, but sometimes I get really negative or scared too. I won't say that's not a thing humans experience. What I am saying however, is that you have that strength of character to say actually, nothing would be worse than to answer to my fear. Fear of self expression, fear of being judged. Fear of not having your project liked. These kinds of things.

I feel like you're a fun person who is very interesting to people/has had at least one very interesting or unusual experience. I want you to know the cards are showing that people really enjoy speaking with you, and hearing your stories. So no negative self talk of being boring, or disliked.

Your flexibility, and your ability to be sociable, yet able to pull back appropriately is wonderful. The world needs those who can be more easy going as this can help people de-stress and stop thinking about their worries.

I'm seeing wonderful creativity, and again, being able to be social and talk to many people very well. You're a shining star, and you're supposed to be!

I wonder if sometimes you feel like you need to be "more" productive, but let me tell you... Networking with people is half the job.

I'm also wondering (as a rainbow stands out) if some here are part of the LGBTQIA+ community. It would make sense with the authenticity. If you have a social media presence, or a creative project you want to get out, or expressing your personal experiences to the world - this is confirmation to keep standing tall, stand proud because yes, you do have a lot to offer! King of pentacles next to the empress also suggests you might be on to something that can bring in some income for you. Again, even sharing your experiences is very valued and may well be it. The world itself wants to see you, or whatever you desire to create.

If you have a hard time focusing or being practical, darling, you get along well with others for a reason. Ask for help, whether it's family, friends online, a teacher, anyone. There's help to steer you further in the right direction. You're a beautiful person and you matter to people. You are loved, so please love yourself.

There's something here that seems upset, and I just have the biggest urge to hug you! So if you will, accept my many energetic and virtual hugs!

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GROUP 4: "Be mine"

Worthiness, Ups and downs, courage

Ace of pentacles, Ace of wands, daughter of wands (reversed)

Daughter of wands reversed suggests to me, that you have the traits such as this, but perhaps not the confidence in yourself right now about those things. The book describes her as passionate, visionary, cares more for career and starts a family later; stubborn, strong (i take this as physically actually) and may be going through a spiritual breakthrough or a big change. With this I get the thought that you probably don't recognise just *how* passionate you truly are. You might be finding it hard to go a certain way in your career and studies. There might even be some worries that you might not stick at it. But what you are not realising is your actions have magic in them.

If you are interested in LOA: Your actions manifest not only in a practical sense, but *that's* what truly gets the energy moving. You need physical expression of some kind.

I'm getting such practical, but passionate energy. The ace of wands with courage? That's amazing. Fire sign or not, you have classic fire energy. Even when you lack confidence, you have a strange inner ability to be brave even at your worst times.

Oh, if only you had the confidence to aim!

Your energy and action are seriously magnificent. You have a *lot* of inner energy, spiritual energy, physical vitality. If you have health issues this might sound strange to you - but I get the idea your body was built with a lot of vitality available. You might have really struggled in life with ups and downs here, but I'm seeing you crash right through all the barriers and try to do life the best way you know how. No matter your struggles, you are a warrior here.

The 2 aces here (that is so interesting to have seen) show that you are probably quite good at beginning new things, and when you're motivated, you're MOTIVATED. I'm getting the idea that when you *do* take action on a goal, you go at it with everything and it can surprise people.

I'm seeing creative ability. It's an ability that I have seen myself. An example would be.... A mistake is made in a piece of art. It didn't go the way you wanted originally. But, wait a minute... that's starting to look like something, so I'm going to change it all up and create something completely different than intended.

It's seeing potential in a small detail. I'm seeing original thinking.

I just see a bulls eye, and such great energy and ability, but the lack of confidence. And so, I feel like you're at a time where you're stopping yourself, or won't aim for something out of fear of failing. I also got the sentence biting your tongue. I'm sorry if you're in a situation where you can't speak up for yourself, as this is not aligned with your character.

Overall I believe your a creative but practical person, and have the ability to really pull through and create wonderful things. You can be *very* brave as well as motivated and so I feel you inspire others, as well as surprise them.

I really do feel that with worthiness, it is hinting to confidence/self esteem issues as it says "know that you deserve to receive good in all ways".

You deserve to be successful. You deserve to take the career path that you have been thinking about. You deserve people to treat you well. You deserve to have that hobby, whether you're "good" or not.

Deep down somewhere you know you are bigger than this. I am wishing for a healthy full confidence boost for you and some new energy to help push you.

Please have the courage to aim, as bob ross says:

"we don't make mistakes, we make happy little accidents"

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And that's the last of them! I hope you enjoyed, and I hoped this help you feel a little better about yourself. We need to cheer ourselves up sometimes and let ourselves think good things. We attract more honey with sugar after all!

Until the next pick a card!

Thank you!

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Author: @always-andshewrites

Prompt: Katniss and Peeta (who happen to like each other) kiss at a Halloween party, except they don’t know that they shared a kiss with each other. [submitted by @taylerwrites]

Rating: T for minor language

Author’s Note: Word Count: 4,079; Betaed by the lovely, talented, & amazing @jhsgf82 ________________

“Damn, Brainless, you look hot. Sexy kitty cat really suits you! Remind me to rig the next office reaping again!”

I nearly give myself whiplash processing Jo’s words.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I sneer, cutting her with my eyes.

“Oh, come on! You needed to get out of your element. Your wardrobe could outfit ten nuns for a month— I mean seriously, what’s with all the cardigans? I mean … I’m down with leaving something for the imagination, but shit, how creative are you gonna force the poor guy to get? I mean,” Jo waggles her brows, prompting my scowl to resurface, “I’ll never get rid of you if you keep hiding the goods.”

“How sweet,” I say dryly, sending her a warning glare, urging her to choose her next words wisely. “Whatever happened to easing into a transition? I mean, you took me from zero to sixty in like … point three micro-seconds. I look like a freaking prostitute.” Raising my hands in the air, I rotate a full 360°, averting my eyes to avoid my reflection in the mirror.

“Shut up, Brainless, and you should know by now that moderation is not my strong suit. And no, you do not look like a prostitute. Just a very sexy, very vapid … kitty.” Jo grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “In heat,” she adds.

I roll my eyes and prepare to storm off when she grabs my arm. “Seriously, Brainless, you look gorgeous and sexy and hot,” she says, her sincerity taking me by surprise. “You’ve got one bangin’ ass bod—I don’t understand why you try so hard to hide it. Besides, if Cheese Buns doesn’t notice you tonight, then he’s definitely gay.” I fidget uncomfortably at her statement. ‘Cheese buns’ is the code name we use at work when we’re talking about Peeta.

Peeta Mellark, I sigh, thinking his name. He’s been my best friend since college and I’m certain the only man that will own my heart till the day I die.

“He’s coming tonight, right?” Jo inquires.

I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly. “Dunno. He said he might swing by.” I try not to seem affected at the prospect of seeing him—or not seeing him.

“Are you sure about this, Jo? I mean, this seems a bit … excessive.” I study my reflection, actually surprised that I don’t look more … sleazy.

After I lost the bet with Jo, she granted herself full creative license in selecting my costume for the Halloween shindig that Annie and Finnick are hosting. My suspicions should have been on high alert when I got home that night to see the solid black unitard smirking back at me as it gently swayed on its hanger, with matching black leggings draped neatly inside of it. “A kitty cat for my Kitty Kat,” she crooned proudly, as if it was the most brilliant thing in the world.

“Here,” Jo spins me around, fumbling with something on my butt and I instinctually jerk away from her. “Be still, unless you want this safety pin clipped to your ass,” she warns me.

Her choice for my costume may have been simple, but her idea for my hair was not. After washing, conditioning, then rinsing my hair, she took her giant blow torch to it, but not before caking it with pounds of sticky hair product.

“Geez, Jo, that hurts!” I whine, wincing from the pain for the millionth time when she tugs on my hair a little too hard.

“Hmrmsjwih,” she mumbles, the bobby pin between her lips muffling her words. From the corner of my eye, I see that devilish curve of her lips—but not in time before the force of her hand meets the back of my head. “No, that hurts,” she affirms. “Now, quit bitchin’ like a baby; I’m almost done,” she chides before reaching over to grab the giant bottle of hairspray, smogging me with its fumes. “Voila! All done!” she exclaims, handing me the mirror and my mask.

With the mirror gripped in my hand, I open my eyes slowly, afraid that Jo has transformed me into some kind of playboy, prostitute, hookered up, sex kitten.

“Ohh, Jooo,” I gasp out my bewilderment, not recognizing the beautiful creature staring back at me. But it is me, Katniss Everdeen, just …upgraded. Being the miracle worker Jo is, she has worked her magic and enhanced everything about me. My lashes are lush and vibrant, my eyes illuminated with smokey features. Jo has my eyes traced in her signature, jet-black eyeliner, which accentuates my ordinary, grey eyes. And my face radiantly shimmers—almost as if it’s sparkling. My lips are painted a mixture of deep mauve and maroon. “I’m—you made me beautiful,” I falter, stunned with disbelief.

“Oh, Kitty Kat, you have much to learn,” Jo sighs, “’sides, I didn’t do anything,” she finishes.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? What do I have to learn?” I fume, my defenses rising.

“True love does not see with its eyes. Only the heart. Now shut your trap and let’s roll out.”

I do as I’m told, but not without cutting her with my eyes once more. I grab my bag, refusing to leave the house without my backup shoes, knowing that I’ll be doing good to simply make it to the car.

The prospect of seeing Peeta tonight has turned me into a nervous wreck, and to make matters worse, I somehow unknowingly agreed to ride with Jo in her metal death contraption. Since my car is in the shop and Finnick’s house is too far to walk, my choices are not plenty. And there’s also the fact that Jo and I are roommates, so I guess it makes sense … decreasing our carbon footprint, protecting the environment and all that. I know she’s a safe driver; it’s just …I don’t do well with relinquishing control.

I sling my bag into the tiny backseat of her sports car and double—triple check that my seat belt is secure. Then I close my eyes, inhaling a deep, calming breath to steady my nerves as I willingly put my life in Jo’s hands for the duration of our fifteen-minute drive to Finnick’s house.

My phone buzzes in my hands, and I’m thankful for the mindless task to occupy my attention. I swipe the screen to see who it is and smile from ear to ear when I see it’s Peeta’s perfect, beautiful face that fills the screen.

Peeta: See you at Fannie’s tonight?

Katniss: Unfortunately. Jo has taken me hostage. Did you ever decide on a costume?

Peeta: Yep.

Katniss: And…

Peeta: Not telling. See you there.

“Either that was Cheese Buns or your ass bumped its on switch—cuz the light’s shining out your ears,” Jo quips, breaking my concentration, replacing my grin with a scowl. And then I do a double take as I notice Jo’s car at a complete standstill in front of a gas station.

“What are—” My brows knit with confusion when she hands me her credit card.

“What is—” I question, confusion clouding my features. Surely, she isn’t asking me what I think she is—she wouldn’t dare. Then her lips curve up into a sinister grin, confirming my suspicions.

“I promised Finnick I’d pick up a case of beer.” She shrugs her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Okay, so go get it.”

“I left my ID at Finnick’s—”

“OH! HELL NO! You are out of your ever-loving mind if you think I am going in there dressed like some Siamese Cheshire cat from Wonderland!”

“Come on, Kitty, pleeeaassee?” she whines. “It’s Halloween—the cops are hot tonight. They’ll turn me away in a heartbeat,” Jo pleads, pouting her lips. “Come on, you owe me.”

My face contorts into a grimace. Jo is playing dirty, and she knows it. She’s always known the exact words that will get me to bend to her will. I huff out a groan in defeat. I pout for another moment, releasing an exasperated sigh, then give her my signature death scowl before snatching the plastic card from her hand. Then I unstrap my belt and exit the car, slamming the door in her face. I march my way into the store—ungracefully at that—and intentionally pick the one I know Jo hates.

“That was mean,” I spit the words out, slamming the door behind me.

“Oh, shut up. You know you love me.”

“Shut up,” I hiss like the cat I’m supposed to be, but it doesn’t faze Jo. She knows just as well as I do how much I love her. Otherwise, bet or no bet, she’d be going to this party alone.

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“It is I, Lord Poseidon!” A drunken Finnick greets us at the door in nothing more than what looks like a napkin held together by some strings.

“Hey, guys.” Annie appears from behind Finnick and gives us an equally wasted but apologetic smile. “Don’t mind his Lord Poseidon,” she giggles, snatching the red, plastic cup from his hand and draining its contents. “The master of the house is already on his fourth cup.”

Finnick licks his lips hungrily, eyeing me up and down. “And who is this sexy kitty ca—?” his words fall short as he realizes who I am. “Holy— Katniss, is that you?” he asks bewildered, leaning in a little closer than I’d like. Everyone at the office knows Finnick is head over heels for Annie, but that doesn’t stop him from laying on the Odair charm to every woman in the building.

“Here’s your beer, Finnick; now where can I get something a little stronger?” Jo strides in behind me and slams the case of beer into Finnick’s arms. Then she drags me to the kitchen where we make ourselves a ‘grown-up’ drink. “Damn, I have to give Cresta credit … she is one confident woman,” Jo says, admiring Finnick’s backside.

I shrug my shoulders in agreement. Sure, Finnick is definitely the perfect specimen of a man, but he just doesn’t do it for me.

“So, what happened to the shindig?” I ask with sarcasm laced in my tone. Jo and I mingle in the kitchen—or, well, Jo mingles in the kitchen, and I stick by her side like a trusty sidekick. Finnick’s house is spectacular; it’s clear Annie had a hand in the decorations. What was supposed to be an intimate gathering of a handful of people from work has turned into something that reminds me of a block party you might see on T.V. It feels as if I have been transported to a haunted house. There are those tiny plastic spiders-rings in various hues of orange and black strewn atop fake spiderwebs that are netted from wall to wall. Life-sized skeletons, Freddy Kruegers, and Jasons sit atop the tables and propped up in chairs. There is even a witch’s cauldron steaming above their fireplace in the living room.

I apathetically scan the room, hoping to see Peeta when I am instantly thankful that Jo forced me into this costume. Well, maybe not this costume, but … just … a costume in general. There isn’t a soul here who isn’t completely made up, decked out in their Halloween finest. I have never seen so much black and orange, witch’s hats, and vampire fangs as I do tonight. My lips curve up when I glance around the room a second time, thinking how Halloween really brings out the ‘kid’ in everyone.

I (try to) casually look for any sign of Peeta as Jo and I mingle with our co-workers, sipping on our martinis, while trying to guess who everyone is. I begin to feel the effects of my ‘Ghost-ini’ after the third one. “We just need to find you some arm candy and you’ll be like, Peeta who?” My cheeks flame with heat at how loud her words were, and I jab my elbow into her side, hoping she gets the message. But then I realize she could have screamed it at the top of her lungs, and no one would have noticed.

I will never be like ‘Peeta who,’ I think silently, wishing it were that simple. With his perfect, tousled, golden blond hair, eyes like a clear, blue, summer sky, and those strong, solid, and warm arms—arms that feel so good wrapped around me‒I never even stood a chance.

An hour passes, and there is still no sign of Peeta. I am on the verge of telling Jo I’m ready to call it a night when she grabs my arm, her eyes widened with bewilderment.

“Brainless,” Jo hisses, catching my attention and pointing to the side door that leads onto the patio. “Holy—heaven and axes—oh please, please, please— kiss me, lick me, suck me fu—”

“JO!” I cut her off, turning my head to see who she’s ogling. My heart skips a beat, and it feels as if the world is shifting on its axis. I eye the man entering the house, seeing that Jo was not exaggerating in the slightest.

Everyone disperses, clearing a path for him as he makes his way inside. I notice a handful of women with their jaws slacked with awe. For a moment, I think he looks familiar, but it’s hard to tell with his mask.

“Zorro,” I state with a hint of amusement, hoping to seem unaffected as I point out his cape and mask.

“Oh my god, oh my god, he’s walking over here!” Jo bounces from toe to toe giddily as the sexy, masked Zorro strides his way over here. For a moment, all I can think of is how we match—both of us dressed to the nines in our black attire.

Jo squirms like a giddy schoolgirl with a celebrity crush, and me (internally) along with her as we follow him with our eyes. I’m sure if I had the capability to look around the room, I wouldn’t be the only one. But I don’t allow myself to be hopeful; I’m just not the type of girl that sticks out in a room full of so many options.

I can still live vicariously through Jo, and I find myself crossing my fingers, wishing and hoping he at least comes over here to talk to her. My heart nearly plummets in my chest when he stops right in front of us, flipping his cape behind him and extending his hand to Jo. Confusion washes over me as Jo nudges me forward. It takes my mind a second to comprehend that Jo is not who his attention is directed to, but me. I’m stunned, shocked beyond belief. No one ever passes Jo over for me. Least of all someone as sexy and confident as this man.

Addled, I turn to meet Jo’s eyes and she gives me a nod of approval. “Go for it, Kitty Kat,” she whispers in my ear.

“I would be more than honored for the privilege to accompany you this evening,” the man—Zorro—steals my hand from Jo and does a slight bow.

“Um …um—” My entire vocabulary evaporates with his penetrating gaze. I can’t seem to get my voice to work, so I nod in hopes I don’t look like an idiot. There is a spark, a jolt of electricity when he laces our fingers together.

I’m not sure how we got here, but we make it to the dance floor, which is actually just Finnick’s den. Zorro’s lips curve into a crooked, toothy grin, and I once again feel like I know this man. It’s almost like déjà vu, but different. He pulls me into his arms, resting his hands at the curve of my waist, and I feel that thing again—that spark of familiarity.

I decide to live in the moment and enjoy the security of his arms, allowing the feeling to hug my heart as we sway to the rhythm of the music.

“You are so beautiful, so lovely,” his soft voice echoes in my ear, sending a shiver travelling up the length of my spine, all the hairs on my neck standing at attention.

I try to place his voice, but again, I can’t. There is something so familiar about him, yet so new.

“D-do I know you?” I ask, finally having found my voice.

“It is I, Zorro,” he says in a fake accent, and I giggle.

Get it together Katniss; you do not giggle! I reprimand myself.

“No, I mean …who are you?”

He pulls back slightly until our eyes meet, waving a finger at me. “We can’t break the rules now,” he smirks, his lips perfectly curving into a smile. My eyes draw together as I study him, the wheels in my head working on overdrive to figure out who he is and how I know him.

His hair reminds me of Peeta, and instantly, I am flooded with guilt, though I don’t know why. It’s not as if Peeta is my boyfriend.

‘But you want him to be.' I shove the voice in my head back down and continue to marvel over this man’s hair. This man who is here—this man who isn’t Peeta. His hair isn’t blond like Peeta’s but dyed for the occasion in an array of what seems like a million different shades of yellows and oranges. Like the sunset. That must be why it reminds me of Peeta—because it’s his favorite color.

In the darkness of the room, his eyes emanate a soft glow, which means he must be wearing contacts. I have always believed the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if I could just see their true color, then I’m certain it would be the final puzzle piece I need to confirm his identity.

His arms feel so good, so perfect and right and—and familiar that I never want to leave them. But my feet are killing me, and I’m desperate to get out of these shoes. “I—” I want to kick myself for my inability to put two words together, but he isn’t fazed, his full attention on me and me alone.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, concern prevalent in his tone.

“I just …I need my bag—my—my shoes,” I blunder with embarrassment, wondering if I’ll ever stop acting a fool in front of this man.

I fetch my bag from Finnick’s study, the room where everyone’s personal belongings are being kept and then excuse myself to the bathroom to change, giving Zorro the perfect opportunity to escape without any hurt feelings or awkwardness.

I find myself rushing in the bathroom, eager, anxious and excited to get back to my handsome Zorro when something dawns on me. What if he’s not there when I get out? What if he ran for the hills? What if— what if I never see him again?

I kick off the four-inch stilettos, exhaling a sigh of relief and wiggling my toes. My poor feet have been caged in the tight, cramped space for so long that I am almost tempted to return to the party barefoot. I shake my head, dismissing the thought, and give my feet another minute to breathe before donning my boots—my comfortable ones. And then a cloud of darkness hovers around me at the possibility of never seeing Zorro again. The thought saddens me much more than I’d like to admit. At the same time, it angers me. Why should I care about this stranger—this man I don’t even know?

Deciding it’s time to quit hiding in the bathroom, I swing the door open and gasp when I see him. My Zorro, leaning against the wall in the hallway. He looks up and gives me a devilish smile that twists my stomach inside out.

“Y-you’re still here,” I say.

“Of course, where else would I be?” I try to fight the upturn of my lips, but I can’t. My eyes scan each room we pass, in hopes of seeing any trace of Peeta. Even though I am enjoying the company of this stranger, my spirits fall at the absence of my friend.

“Looking for someone?” Zorro notices.

Blushing with embarrassment, I avert my eyes and shake my head. “No—I mean, yes, kind of. M-my friend. He said he was coming, but I haven’t seen him.”

“Boyfriend? Lucky man,” Zorro says, and I’m flooded with a million different emotions‒longing for the stranger in front of me and emptiness over the absence of my best friend.

“I can see you care a great deal for this friend. Why don’t we take a walk and maybe he’ll show up by the time we get back?”

“O-okay, sure.” He smiles at my response, and it does something warm and fuzzy to my insides. For the first time in—well, I’m not sure how long it’s been, but for the first time in a while, I feel hopeful.

Zorro extends his hand, and I take it without hesitation. And then it happens again—that electrical current—the feeling of familiarity—like … like I’m home.

I’m not sure how it’s possible, but it feels as if time is frozen, but at the same time it also seems as if a million years have passed. I find myself once again questioning why it feels as if I have known this man forever.

Zorro leads us through a trail behind Finnick’s house, and the sanctuary of mother nature instantly envelops me and sets my mind at ease. Zorro and I bask under the glow of the moonlight, and it’s as if the symphony of crickets is just for us. We never run out of things to talk about, and I think I could fall in love with him. If it weren’t for Peeta.

“Come here, you’ve got something,” he says, pulling me in closer. Then, using the pad of his thumb, he swipes my bottom lip. And then our eyes lock, and it feels as if his gaze is penetrating through my soul. We stand there, just like that—frozen in that moment‒when he leans in and presses his soft, warm lips to mine.

My entire world begins spinning out of control, the swarm of butterfly’s flap erratically inside me, and I never want this moment to end. I am terrified for the moment we come up for air—I am terrified for the light of day. I never, ever want this moment to end, but alas it does.

“Wow,” he sighs.

“Yes, wow,” I respond. Then he pulls back all the way with the biggest smile on his face.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confesses.

Wait, what? I’m confused. I’m so confused. What does he mean, he’s always wanted to do that? Does he know who I am? Who I really am? Does he know who I am underneath the mask and the make up?

Our eyes meet again, and I notice something different about him—something that wasn’t there before. No, not different, and not ‘notice,’ but recognize. That’s when I see that one of his contacts has fallen out. Because where there were once two dark, intense pupils that would glow in the darkness, now there is only one. And the other revealing its natural shade, a bright, sparkling cerulean blue. Seeming to have a mind of its own, my hands reaches up to touch my lips, my lips that were just connected to his lips.

“Peeta?” I gasp.

It all makes sense now. Why this man felt so familiar, why I felt the constant electrical current charging between us throughout the night. Because in Peeta’s arms, I have always been home. All these years I thought I was alone with my feelings. But … he sees me; he understands me when no one else does. And suddenly, I am standing in front of Peeta, unable to hide any longer. My walls have been broken down and my soul is completely naked to his.

#everlark #everlark fanfiction #autumn #autumn 2021 #always-andshewrites #submission #prompt

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written-by-an-introvert · 3 years

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Hi!! I’m new to tumblr I have no idea how to submit an ask but I think it’s though here? 😂 I’m so sorry if it’s not. But i recently read your Kelly imagine and I was wondering if you can do more of Kelly?? Like maybe where the reader gets hurt and there’s walkers around and Kelly saves the reader and helps the reader with her injury? Thank you so much!! And I really love your writings keep it going!!

Hi!!! Thank you for requesting <3 (and thank you for your kind words uwu). I hope you like the imagine.

English isn't my first language (let me know if you find any mistakes)

Warnings: an injury, mentions of blood

631 words

You had gone searching for clothes and food with Kelly and Yumiko. Winter was coming and supplies were needed. You decided to go check out a store you had discovered a few days ago

When you entered the store, quite full of products for all the time passed, you started to get everything you needed. But you couldn’t find any clothes or blankets for the cold.

Everything was quiet, there were no signs of possible walkers. But the calm was over when you decided to enter the warehouse. When you opened the door you knew something was wrong. Then, out of the blue, five zombies pounced on you.

You screamed for help while you were trying to kill the walker closest to you.

Hearing you scream, Yumiko called Kelly and they both came to your aid.

In the middle of the brawl, you fell due to a fallen shelf. Sitting on the floor because of the fall, you noticed that you had a cut on your leg. Although it was not very deep, you were bleeding a lot. Kelly noticed you on the floor, so she let Yumiko finish the last walker off.

When she got to your side, she bent down in front of you. With worry in her eyes, Kelly asked you if you were feeling okay, while she looked for something to stop the bleeding. She took the bandana she had tied to the waist of her trousers and a water bottle she had in her backpack. Even though you told her you were okay and that the wound looked more disturbing than it actually was, Kelly wouldn’t let you move an inch.

Meanwhile, Yumiko was guarding the area in case any walkers were left behind.

Kelly asked for your permission, and when you gave it to her, she proceeded to clean your wound. It was clear you were going to limp for a couple of days. She cleaned the cut as well as she could, and she bandaged your leg carefully, with great affection in her gestures.

Even if you didn’t admit it, you both had feelings for each other. It was clear to everyone but you two.

Kelly helped you up. She also ran an arm across your waist to help you with balance.

When you arrived in Alexandria, you went to the improvised infirmary so that they could check your cut. Kelly held your hand for as long as you were there. Luckily the wound wasn’t infected. Before leaving, they told you you’d have to rest for at least two days, and Kelly helped you get to your room.

Later in your bedroom, you sat on the mattress, and you thanked Kelly. She answered you with a smile and a "you're welcome". When she was leaving to let you rest, since the day had been long enough, you stopped her. You asked her if she minded staying with you, since you didn’t feel like being alone. You didn’t have to finish the question, since Kelly was already sitting next to you. You spent the rest of the day (and night) talking about anything.

Late at night, you couldn’t help yawning because of how tired you were. So you decided to go to sleep. Although Kelly insisted on going to her own bed, since she didn’t want to bother you. You told her you didn’t mind, and that you’d rather share a bed with her than alone. When you said that, Kelly coudn't help but smile softly. Looking into your eyes, she said good night to you. Finally, she lay beside you.You both fell asleep feeling safe, because you were next to the person you cared about most and trusted the most.

It has been a long time since either of you slept so peacefully.

#kelly imagine #kelly x reader #kelly twd #the walking dead fluff #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd imagine #twd #the walking dead #yumiko #kelly #kelly the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagine

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fallin-4-ya · 3 years

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Tell Me How You Really Feel

george weasley x reader

summary: don't take sweets from fred wealsey before going to confess your love to your crush. a lesson george weasley learned the hard way.

warnings: a small bit of foul language but that's it! (gif is not mine, credit to owner!)

request: can I request something where George is going to confess his feelings to the reader but is hexed to only say the opposite of what he means so he ends up insulting the reader instead, but ends in fluff?

George paced his eyes across the sea of students in the hallway, flooding into the Great Hall. His eyes darted back and forth from student to student, in an attempt to find the one he was looking for. However, Fred pulled him out of his expiscate with an elbow to the ribs.

‘Let’s go, Georgie.’ Fred said, pulling him towards the Gryffindor table. There, George sat next to his twin and across from Ginny and Lee, both who were engaging in a complex conversation about quidditch that George didn’t care to follow. Mostly because he was too busy looking for someone.

Not just anyone, but who George thought was the most beautiful being on the planet, y/n. She was sweet and shy, but also fancied herself a good joke and loved to have fun; and that was the ultimate girlfriend material if you asked him. Being the more reserved of the twins, the brains behind the operation George liked to call himself, he had always felt less inclined to put himself out there. So, often times he just held his crush in silently with the hopes that it would go away.

And it would usually! But not when it came to her. No matter what, he could not sway the feelings he had for y/n. She was different, and if George was being totally honest with himself, he was afraid he was going to mess things up.

Then as if someone was reading his thoughts, y/n walked into the Great Hall, laughing and linking arms with her friends. George smiled, resting his head on his hands, because wow. She looked so beautiful when she was smiling.

Ginny’s snapping fingers pulled him out of his trance, ‘George. what on earth has gotten into you?’ his younger sister questioned. George didn’t even shift his gaze to acknowledge her, so Ginny followed his line of sight, eyes landing on y/n, giggling with her friends. Ginny’s mouth shaped into an oh and she smiled.

‘Think you’re in love, Georgie.’ She teased.

‘Pft, absolutely not, Gin.’ He fumbled over his words, ‘You’ve gone bonkers.’

‘Oh, please. If you think that this is the first time I’ve caught you staring at y/n, you’d be dead wrong.’ Ginny said, ‘You’ve been eyeing her down for months, George. I don’t see why you don’t just ask her out.’

George threw his sister a look before huffing.

‘Look, I know how you get. Your scared she’s not gonna like you back, but I see the way she looks at you. Trust me I would know.’ Ginny offered reassuringly to her brother, reaching out her hand for his. ‘And, we all know you’re the better-looking twin anyways.’

George laughed as Ginny smirked, ‘Thanks, Gin. And do you really think so?’

‘Well, of course! Just don’t tell Fred I said that.’

‘No,’ George smiled. ‘I mean, about her liking me.’

Ginny got up from the table, ‘George, if I thought she didn’t, I wouldn’t tell you to go for it.’ She winked at him and headed back to the common room.

George stayed up tossing and turning almost the whole night, thinking of how to confess to y/n. It was uncharacteristic of him to make a huge deal out of it; and not to mention the total embarrassment of a public rejection. And she was too special to just pass a note to and hope for the best. Eventually, he decided on walking her to the courtyard after class and telling her how he felt.

Yeah, George thought, not too big, not too small. Its perfect.

With that in mind he fell asleep, hoping that the response he got from y/n would be a good one.

The next day during lunch he sat across from his brother, Fred, who had a box of Weasley Wizard Wheezes treats set out in from of him. They were definitely starting to get places with their small business, and weren’t planning on slowing down. Fred had managed to get a lot of new products going, and George was usually the test dummy.

‘Georgie, try this one.’ Fred said, tossing his brother a blue colored candy. George inspected it, taking it out of its wrapper.

‘What’s it supposed to do?’ George questioned, raising his brow.

‘Supposed to be a truth telling sweet, but I’m not too sure if they still work. The batch got messed up a little.’ Fred said eyeing Lee, who just shrugged his shoulders.

‘Alright.’ Then George popped the sweet into his mouth. He waited a moment, trying to see if it would take effect. ‘Yeah, sorry, Freddie. Think this batch is a no go.’

Fred cursed under his breath and thanked his brother. The trio then headed to charms shortly after. When George walked into the classroom, his eyes were immediately set on y/n. And almost as if it was on cue she turned from her friends and sent him a wave. George felt like his whole entire soul had left his body and exchanged with butterflies, because she was too good for words.

He then walked up to her sheepishly. ‘y/n,’ George breathed, ‘I was um- well I was just wondering if I could walk you to the courtyard after class?’

‘Of course, George.’ She purred, smiling sweetly at him.

To stop himself from becoming even more jittery, George nodded and headed to his seat, trying to conceal his excited nervousness. He sat as his desk, the minutes feeling like hours and the hours going slowly as ever. What felt like a week passed for George as the bell finally rang out. He swiftly gathered his belongings and headed over to wear y/n was sitting.

Offering to carry y/n’s books, the two of them walked down the halls together and into the courtyard. George couldn’t help a feeling arise in his stomach, only this time it wasn’t nerves, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. So, he shook off the feeling and continued walking.

Once they reached the courtyard, George sat beside her and sighed a breath of relief. Well, he thought, I’ve made it this far.

Y/n turned to the ginger boy, ‘So, Georgie. What’s up?’

‘Oh, well I really didn’t want to tell you something.’ George shook his head, because that’s not what he meant at all. What he meant to say is that he really wanted to tell you something. ‘Sorry, I don’t know why I said that. What I really want to tell you is that I think you’re ugly and boring and a horrible person.’

George slapped his hand over his mouth because, what was he saying! He had meant to tell her how beautiful, fun and kind she was; not anything he said. He looked at y/n panicked and she looked at him with a demure expression.

‘What are you getting at, George. I better not be another one of you pranks.’ She intoned.

‘No, no! Oh dear, what I meant to tell you is that I cannot imagine anyone ever fancying you.’ And with those final words, y/n got up, water filling her eyes. ‘I wish you told me this sooner, Weasley. That way maybe I wouldn’t have wasted so much time.’ George looked up at the girl, tears cascading down her face. ‘I thought you were different, George. But now I know you’re just as foul as everyone else.’

Y/n turned on her heels and paced away from him, wiping away tears as she walked. And George sat there, absolutely furious at himself; because how had he managed to screw this up that bad. He got up in his state of frustration and began walking to the common room. Basically yelling the common room password at the portrait, he huffed his way to the couch where Fred and Lee sat.

Fred and Lee.

Oh, My Godrick.

It hit him like a ton of bricks. George turned his anger towards his twin, ‘Fred, ever figure out what those blue sweets did after they got messed up?’

‘We did, as a matter of fact. I made Lee eat one during charms and he told Katie that her new broom was rubbish. She got a Nimbus 2000! We figured it makes the consumer say the opposite of what they mean. Still a pretty cool idea if you ask me.’ Fred and Lee exploded with laugher, but George found none of it to be hysterical. He ripped the Weasley Wizard Wheezes box from Fred’s hands and practically ran out of the common room.

George sprinted through the corridors and down the hallways, desperately heading towards the courtyard. Once he arrived he saw y/n sitting with her friend, who was trying to comfort her.

George approached her slowly, afraid of what the reaction might be. A Slytherin George recognized to be from her friend group turned to face the poor boy, who was already petrified. ‘Beat it, Weasley. Don’t you think you did enough damage for one day?’ she snarled at George.

Y/n looked up with stained cheeks, ‘Rach, its fine. Don’t worry about it.’ She put on a smile and walked away from her friends.

‘What do you want, George?’ beckoned y/n.

‘I wanted to apologize.’ She let out a dry laugh, ‘No, I really do! What I meant to say to you earlier is how much -well- how much I like you.’

‘And I’m just supposed to believe you?’

‘It’s the truth. Earlier before class I took one of these.’ George held up the blue sweet, ‘I had no idea what it did, until I was talking to you. The sweet makes you say the opposite of wat you mean.’

She looked at him, taking the candy and inspecting it. Eyes flickering backup to George, ‘So this will make someone-‘

‘Say the opposite of what they mean.’ George completed her sentence.

Without giving George a chance to stop her, y/n popped the candy into her mouth.

‘Uh, y/n? Why did you-‘ but he was cut off by a finger pressed against his lips.

‘Because it’s going to make it so much easier for me to say this.’ She hesitated, ‘I don’t like you, George Weasley. Not even a little bit. In fact, I find you absolutely insufferable and atrocious to look at.’

George smiled at her, and she broke out into a giggle. He took her hand and looked into her soft eyes. ‘Tell me how you really feel, y/l/n.’

‘I hate you, Georgie.’

‘I love you, too.’

(A/n: wow i LOVED this request. it was so frickin’ cute! i hope you all enjoyed it! my requests are open!)

#Harry Potter #harry potter fanfiction #Fred and George #fred weasley #george weasley #george wealsey x reader #george wealsey imagine #lee jordan #weasley wizard wheezes

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sunnysidekit · 3 years

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Summary: The road to loving Frankie Morales is tough, but you’d do it all again if you had to. And again, and again, and again…

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x F!Reader (no y/n)

Warnings: Language, major character death but not the permanent kind, (this is literally just a series of au’s in which the reader becomes kind of self-aware), nondescriptive smut (minors, please skip this one!).

Word count: 2.6k

A/N at the end

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“Hey,” Frankie shouts, his voice only just carrying over the heavy rain. “Hey, wait up!”

You glance back at him over your shoulder, but you don’t stop running. You can’t stop running. Not after what just happened. Why did you decide to tell him how you felt about him, again? Worst decision of your life.

“Hey!” Frankie shouts again, even louder this time. He’s quickly gaining on you; blame that on his Delta training. You keep running, looking left and right for a spot between the old buildings to shelter from the rain. Something just big enough for one person to hide from their best friend would be great, but you doubt you’ll find a spot like that.

Just when you spot an alcove the size of a small closet you step into a puddle that’s way deeper than it looks, and you smack against the pavement.

You hear Frankie curse from behind you, the splashing of his boots in the puddles getting louder and louder until he stops right next to you and crouches down to help you up. You let out a painful groan when he lifts you off the ground, your arms flailing around unwittingly until you manage to grasp onto his soaked flannel.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not, Frankie,” you say with a sniffle. “Look, I know that just because I feel a certain way, you don’t have to… Why are you laughing?”

“I’m sorry,” Frankie grins. “But you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear those words! I’d given up all hope you’d ever say them, so,” he shifts to hold you closer to his chest, “I was a bit shocked, is all.”

You blink up at him dumbfounded as lightning flashes behind him, bathing the two of you in a heavenly light for just a moment. Before you realize what you’re doing, you grab his face and crash your lips into his with a passion you never knew you were capable of. He hums against your lips and you smile; this kiss is better than whatever you imagined it could be.

The rain washes over you and makes goosebumps pop up all over your skin, though that could also be from the intensity with which Frankie kisses you. His nose bumps against yours as he deepens it and something starts to blossom up in your belly, a tingling spreading from your sides all the way to your fingertips. After what feels like an eternity, he lets you go, the both of you breathing hard and haggard.

“Holy shit,” Frankie chuckles. “We’re both incredibly stupid, aren’t we?”

“Speak for yourself. I’d do it all again if this is what I get for it.”

Frankie laughs breathlessly and you can’t help but join him. All the anxiety in your body has transformed into exhilaration; you throw your head back and let the raindrops splatter onto your face freely when suddenly another flash of lightning strikes, this time so close you can almost feel it burn your skin. Hey, wait… why doesn’t it stop?

The burning sensation digs deeper into your skin and you snap your head back to look at Frankie, but he’s still laughing. You try to reach out and grab his shoulder, but something’s wrong with your hand. It’s- it’s shredding, your fingers flaking off and burning up in the air as you yell out, horrified at the sight.

Frankie doesn’t notice it when you feel yourself losing weight and floating upward, memories flurrying around you in the ash you’re slowly becoming. He doesn’t notice it when you get sucked higher and higher into the air, screaming his name and pleading him to help you. He doesn’t even notice it when you gasp in one last breath before the stinging headache you’ve developed in the last few seconds overwhelms you completely and you feel your consciousness slipping away.

You jerk awake. Holy stars, that wasn’t a normal nightmare. Where in Newton’s name did that even come from? Rain? It never rains here on the SS Endeavour, you’re in space. All the rain you’ve ever seen has all been via holovids. It did feel oddly realistic, though. Kind of like déjà vu. You stretch out your arms above your head and yawn; maybe you did drink a bit too much last night.

But that kiss… why would you ever kiss officer Morales? Sure, you’re friends. You’re his copilot, for Newton’s sake. But he’s far too mission oriented to even consider romantic relationships. At least, that’s what he says. You’d agree with him, if only he wasn’t obviously lying.

“Stars, would you hurry up already?”

You jump out of your bunk at the sound of Ava’s voice and start changing into your overalls, but it’s no use-- she’s already seen you.

“I don’t want to have to skip breakfast again because you can’t be bothered to get up when the alarm goes off.”

“Oh, stop worrying about your breakfast. I’m sure you still have some extra bread rolls in your secret hiding spot.”

“I will neither confirm nor deny that claim,” Ava says, but she’s got a twinkle in her eye. She’s such a bad lair. You step into your shoes, the soft hiss of the self-tying mechanism a nice reassurance of the fact that you’re not dreaming anymore.

“When commander Penn finds out you’ve been using his second wall safe to hide food, you’re getting an instant demotion,” you say. “You do know that, right?”

“It’s so sweet you still think that’s where I hide my stuff. Anyway, I really hope you’ve already picked up your new badge.”

You look up at her from where you’re sitting on the bottom bunk. “…Oh, shit.”

“Really? What kind of gas giant-”

“Don’t start calling me names you’ll regret, Ava,” you grumble as you scramble up and run out of the sleeping pod. This day really is off to an amazing start.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Fish greets you when you climb into the cockpit of your jet with a scowl. “We’ve got zone E today.”

You fasten your seatbelt and heave a sigh. “Yay for us.”

“I thought you liked the asteroid belt.”

“I do, I just…” You chew on your lip as you busy yourself with the control panel. “I had a weird dream, is all. Let’s get going, Fish.”

Because nothing kills a conversation quicker than telling someone about the strange dream you had last night. Now that you think about it, there was something else wrong with it: the stars. They were all in different places, made different constellations…

Usually something like that doesn’t dance around in your head for very long after you wake up, but this somehow keeps popping up whenever you try to navigate manually. It’s like your memories have been copied, but the copy has a whole lot of mistakes. Like there’s been a very, very bad data overhaul.

And then there’s Fish. Despite his casual, relaxed attitude he’s tapping his fingertips against the controls at a rapid pace. It’s a small detail, one you’ve noticed a hundred times before, but it’s taking on a different meaning in your head. You remember him doing it in the dream, too, right after you told him you loved him. Could that maybe-

“Hey!” Fish snaps his fingers in front of you, and everything around you comes back into focus. You’re floating in zone E, engine off, and there’s a bright red jet peeking out from behind a particularly large asteroid.

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath. “What’re they doing here? This isn’t Galactican territory.”

“Ambush, maybe?”

“I doubt it. If they were planning an ambush, they wouldn’t pick a fucking asteroid belt. Lord knows those new engines of theirs are about as stable as a peach in a blender.”

“Whatever they’re doing here, I don’t trust it,” Fish says with a frown. You sigh.

“Maybe they haven’t seen us yet. D’you think we can we get out of here in time?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t risk leading them right back to the Endeavour.”

“You… you haven’t radioed this in yet, right?”

“No.”

You lean forward to get a better look of your surroundings - seems you’ve been daydreaming for quite some time - only to see a whole lot of asteroids. “Well, it is just one of them, and it doesn’t look like the engine’s on.”

“It’s not broken,” Fish mutters. “At least, I don’t think.”

“Then what do you suggest we do? If we radio this in and someone’s in there, they can easily trace any signals the Endeavour sends out. If we open fire, we’ll have started a war-- and we really don’t need another one of those.”

“It’s taking too long.”

“Excuse me?”

“Not you,” he says absentmindedly, pointing at the blue spacecraft. “That. It’s moving too slow. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the brakes are on.”

You grab the lens from the wall beside you and take another look. Fish’s right: if the engine’s off, it should be floating around freely, not hanging still. As you stare at it, though, it does seem to move a little bit. No, it glitches. Your breath hitches in your throat. “Holy fuck.”

“Hm?” Fish hums, turning to you. You push the lens in front of his face, and he looks through it as well. No five seconds later, he’s grabbed the controls and started the engine. “We need to get out of here, right now.”

You grab the radio, but Fish snatches it from your hands and throws it across the cockpit. “We’re not gonna radio this in.”

“Are you insane?”

“What do you think base is going to do when they hear tell of a glitching Galactica spacecraft in the last productive tantalum mining fields?”

“Are you seriously suggesting not letting millions of people prepare for-” You’re cut off by the sudden appearance of a dozen more spacecraft, all of their noses pointed in your direction as you and Fish zoom past way faster than you should. “No, no, no!”

“Sunshine, listen to me,” Fish says as he puts his hand over yours. It grounds you, and you’re grateful for it, even if you don’t understand what he’s doing. “If they know we’ve been patrolling the fields, I’m guessing their main plan is to follow us back to the Endeavour.”

“…Which means they don’t know where it’s anchored,” you add, your anxious expression slowly turning into a smirk.

“Now you’re getting it,” he chuckles. “Let’s go take some advantage of that, hm?”

You nod and grab the controls in front of you to start plotting a route that’s just erratic enough not to draw suspicion to the fact that you’re leading the following spacecraft away from the Endeavour. Fish navigates the jet precisely along your route, narrowly avoiding the asteroids while turning a few degrees to the left every few seconds until you’re coasting out of the mining fields and into empty space. It works; behind you, the stream of spacecraft grows steadily, and with it, so does the size of the individual ships.

“They’re still following us,” Fish says after a while. He sounds a lot less sure of his case than he did ten minutes ago. “Hey, we have enough power left for a jump?”

“Depends on where you want to go,” you say, checking the fuel systems. “I reckon we can jump a total of about a thousand light years.”

“The center of the galaxy’s a little less than eight hundred light years away, correct?”

“Yes, but what…” you trail off as realization hits you like a nuclear bomb. “No, don’t even think about it.”

“They’re not backing off, Sunshine.” Fish turns to look you in the eyes, a small, watery smile on his lips. “I don’t think we have a-”

“Of course we have a choice,” you say with as much severity as you can muster, which, to be frank, isn’t a lot right now. “There’s always a choice.”

“Would you rather wipe out their fleet or our own?”

“I don’t-”

“Do it, Sunshine,” he says sternly. “Make the jump.”

You hesitate, your hand hovering over the lever. “Is… is there really no one on the Endeavour you’d turn back for?”

Fish’s smile grows a bit; you can see it’s genuine. “…I’m here with you, aren’t I? That’s enough for me.”

It catches you off guard, the way he says it. Deep down, you already knew what his answer would be. You dreamt about it, after all. Without another word, you push the lever forward, and the jet glides across space-time until it slows down again, finally coming to a halt near the event horizon of the massive black hole at the center of the galaxy.

“Did it work? Are they coming?” Fish almost jumps out of his chair to look outside, while you decide to look at the little radar on the control board. One by one the tiny, blinking dots come streaming in; your evidence of a job well done.

“Fish?” you ask, your voice wavering. There’s something more important than saving the universe on your mind right now. “Am I really enough for you?”

“Oh, stars,” he says, his own happy mood turning into something else as well. He sinks to his knees in front of your chair and looks up at you. “You are more than enough. You’re all I ever think about, you’re the only one that-”

Before he can finish his sentence, you’ve already grabbed his face and crashed your lips into his. You’re about to be swallowed up by a black hole, explanations can wait. The kiss grows more and more fervent as Fish’s hands travel up your thighs to hold your waist, a tingling feeling taking up refuge in your belly. After Newton knows how long, the two of you reluctantly break away from each other to breathe.

Stars, Fish, you whisper, but he shakes his head. Call me Frankie, he says. Please, call me Frankie. You tilt your head and press your lips against his scruff. Frankie, you whisper, please don’t stop. And he doesn’t. He closes his eyes and kisses you, over and over and over until your lips are swollen and all thoughts have left your head.

He zips open your overalls slowly, kissing every inch of newly uncovered skin he can find. His kisses burn lower and lower across your skin, past your clavicles, your chest, your belly, and before you, thousands of stars slowly implode. You don’t know if you’ve ever felt like this before; it’s all so incredibly bittersweet. You get to spend the longest night of your life with the man you love, but it’ll also be the last night you’ll ever experience.

One by one little pinpricks of light fade out in the darkness outside, while others explode in brightly colored clouds-- the same thing happens to your nerves whenever Frankie moves even the slightest bit. It’s a good thing sound doesn’t carry in space, or else you wouldn’t be able to hear the beautiful noises he makes when he closes his eyes in pleasure.

The two of you tumble around in what little space you have, the light of a billion dying stars illuminating every single part of your joint bodies as you splay your hands across his chest. The darkness is taking over more quickly now, enveloping your jet into nothingness, drawing you into the vast emptiness of its core.

We must have done something right, Frankie whispers as you lay, sweaty and tired, awaiting your bittersweet ending, to deserve such an incredible encore.

You close your eyes and curl up into his chest as you whisper back, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

You open your eyes again and smile when you look at Mr. Morales. He’s so gentle like this, with his fingers flying across the piano, not at all the stoic soldier he usually is. It’s nice, even if the others think it’s boring.

He finishes the piece with a shuddering creshendo, and you bite back a smile when he looks at you with those gorgeos eyes of his.

“Why’d you stop singing, my lady?”

“I apologize, sir,” you say as you flip over the music sheet on the little ledge of the piano. “But I simply can’t help it; you play so wonderfully, and I never truly learnt to sing very well. It seems a shame to pollute such beautiful tones with my own.”

“Nonsense,” Mr. Morales says with a kind smile. “Your voice only ever makes me want to play better.”

Your cheeks heat up at that, but the moment is quickly disrupted.

“Encore, encore!” a voice behind you yells; it’s Mr. Garcia, who’s been sitting in his usual post on the third floor. “We’re gonna need more than just the one piece if we’re to have any luck in catching more than a score of those bastards tonight.”

“Why don’t you come down and try singing for a bit, it might help,” Mr. Morales chuckles beside you. When he notices you staring at him, he leans in a little closer and adds, “Are you all right, miss? You seem distracted.”

“I’m perfectly good, sir.” You swallow hard and let out a weary breath. “Your music always seems to carry me away further than I expect.”

And for a moment there, you think to yourself, I thought I saw the stars up close.

A/N: I really threw all my knowledge of space and science out the window for this one and replaced it with nonsense and movie-science. Also, I’ve watched Interstellar, Free Guy, and Groundhog Day way too much for my own good.

The title of this chapter comes from an instrumental by the Grandbrothers which I listened to while writing, so if you want the full experience you can look that up.

If I'm missing any content warnings, do let me know! I'd hate to hurt someone with my writing, but I don't really know how to work those out yet.

PS: If you've got a favorite AU and/or dynamic, I'd love to hear about it! This series is going to explore a bunch of different ones, but I think my own imagination will only get me so far :)

As always, feedback is appreciated and my inbox is open! Have a great day!

#frankie morales x you #frankie morales x y/n #frankie morales x reader #francisco catfish morales #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfic #tw: major character death #cw: death #my writing

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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Henry & Sylvain x M Reader Not SFW HCs. [COMM]

Warnings: NOT SFW, mind control, stalking mention, unhealthy power dynamics, and blood mention. Word count: 3k.

Henry:

Before meeting you, Henry had never thought about sex that often. He was aware of it but never saw the appeal. Why waste time with strenuous physical activity when he could be perfecting different hexes instead? It’s when he met you that his libido started to pick up. It started in the small, seemingly ordinary things. Paying extra attention to your exposed collarbones, the outline of your jaw, how you’d look when wiping sweat from your brow. It’d stir feelings up within Henry that he’d never experienced before.

He wasn’t sure what to do with all this new excitement that came from being around you. To sate this newfound urge, he’d touch himself at night to the thought of you, low groans and whispers of your name leaving his lips incessantly. Henry would imagine you in a variety of positions, even wondering if he could use his magical prowess to form some sort of double of you to enact these fantasies with. It’d be easier that way, he’d reason, without the prominent fear of rejection should he approach you about these feelings. Henry isn’t sure what he’d do with himself should you turn down him in a confession, so he tries to placate himself in other ways.

This solution works for some time. He’d start fixating over your discarded clothes, maneuvering in secret to steal your briefs while you wash up after a long day’s work. The aid his natural magic inclination brings makes the process smoother. He’ll jerk himself off with your briefs on his face, imagining it was your hands instead of his own wrapped around his cock. Henry will be creeping around your tent whenever he gets the opportunity to steal more personal belongings.

Henry has other, more practical uses for these items. They aid nefarious ideas of his own concocting, the darker side to the mystic arts. He delights himself in experimenting with different spells and hexes that’ll aid him at... a later time. It’s a fallback in case you do reject him. While Henry is typically inclined to follow orders, carnal pleasures of the flesh are too great a temptation to deny, his budding obsession with you not going anywhere.

He’ll of course hide all this unsightly behavior from you, wanting to leave a stellar impression of himself. Should you try and pursue a relationship with Henry, he’ll be more than delighted, accepting your advances without hesitation. Henry isn’t experienced when it comes to physical intimacy and would prefer to learn what you’re interested in before anything else. You’ll learn that he’s eager to please.

There’ll be hours of conversation between the two of you, with mostly him speaking, asking questions about your kinks and various preferences. Oddly enough, he doesn’t go much into his own until later into your relationship. You didn’t take him for the type to be more reserved on his own kinks. The reason being is that they tend to linger on the darker side -- like mind control -- so he won’t mention it to you until he feels more comfortable. For now, that’ll stay in his private fantasies.

It goes without saying that Henry is into biting or any form of making, to the point it draws blood. He’ll laugh lightheartedly about it should you ever point out all the marks he leaves on your neck. When he’s pressing kisses and nibbling against your skin, it’ll be one of the few times he’ll open his eyes, wanting to drink in your every movement. Henry doesn’t want to miss out on anything you can offer him.

The spots he’s most sensitive are underneath his ears and his wrists. Henry will go from joking and teasing to dead silent when you place kisses against these areas, shivers wracking down his spine and blood rushing in between his legs. Should you blow on his ear it’ll be enough to get him riled up, Henry pushing you onto your back and hovering above your vulnerable form. Be prepared to have aching legs and hips the next morning.

He’s both a sadist and a masochist, though he leans more towards the latter. He’ll be just as pleased to receive pain as he is to inflict it on you, depending on his and your mood. Blood has always interested him, but seeing it in this light is new and thrilling, especially if it’s yours. Henry gets the most pleasure from licking the blood from the newly formed cuts and bruises on your pretty skin.

Henry prefers giving rather than receiving. While he enjoys it when you pleasure him instead, there’s something more appealing to him about being the one getting you riled up. Unfortunately, he has a penchant for teasing, kissing around your waist and thighs while leaving your dick untouched. He could continue amusing himself like this for ages if it weren’t for your convincing whines for him to just get you off already.

He loves to swallow your cum, enjoying the taste of it and makes sure that he always swallows every last drop. He’ll tease you about it afterward, always loving how he can make your cheeks flush with his lascivious comments. You’ll get the opportunity for payback when you finally go down on him, Henry being too preoccupied with how good you’re making him feel to think of any more lame jokes or quips. That doesn’t mean he won’t throw in a few after though.

His dick is around five and a half inches fully erect, more on the long and thin side. He has a prominent vein that stretches from the base to his tip that’s very sensitive. You’ll earn the most unholy sounds from him when you touch or lick it.

Henry is extremely possessive of you but doesn’t channel in a way that most would. As he’s still new to relationships and intimacy in general, it doesn’t feel like there’s a productive way to channel these negative feelings, other than being unusually rough and demanding with you during sex. He’ll be far less talkative, focusing on making you writhe beneath him. It’s an unusual, albeit mildly frightening sight. Bitemarks will be left in overt places that can’t easily be covered with clothes. Whenever the bruises do start to heal, he’ll pull you aside to make new ones, muttering about how that’s better before scampering off.

He also loves to cum deep inside of you. Henry insists on doing so when he’s the one fucking you, the way you tighten around him driving him crazy. You can tell he’s close when he stops talking, thrusting into you while gritting his teeth, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to leave bruises. For a mage, he has an abundance of physical strength, you’ve learned.

Traditional dirty talk isn’t really his forte. Henry just says what comes to his mind, which tends to be odd or even questionable, but you’ve grown used to it. He’ll say the nastiest things without an ounce of shame. You’re not sure if it’s because he doesn’t know the sexual implications of what he’s saying, if he doesn’t care, or both. This has landed you in some embarrassing situations. If any of the Shepherds mention you look more tired lately, Henry will joyfully pipe up and say it’s because of him. It’s a nightmare. He seems to enjoy riling you up, so it’s best to not give him the reaction he’s looking for.

He’s been waiting a long time to bring up the prospect of mind control magic to you. When he finally does, he’ll be rambling excitedly about all the possibilities, how he’s been preparing, etc. It’s better not to ask why he has a lock of your hair already prepared in a jar. Since he’s more proficient in magic, he insists on being the one to use it on you, though offers to teach you how to use it on him one day.

Henry loves how subservient you are when you’re under his spell, literally, your eyes blank as you wordlessly obey his every order. His favorite orders are things you’d normally be too embarrassed to do. Things like slowly stripping for him, giving a lap dance, telling you to moan as loud as humanly possible. He loves telling you to get on your hands and knees for him, praising you for your obedience as you do exactly that without question.

A dark voice in the recesses of his mind entertains the thought of keeping you in this state permanently. You’re just being so good for him, it’s tempting to keep it up, despite his promise to release you after your time together. Henry might keep you in this listless state just a bit longer than he said he would, for the sole purpose of pampering him in kisses and burning touches. When he finally does release you from his spell, he’ll joke about not knowing which version of you he likes more. He likes both equally, don’t worry.

Sylvain:

Sylvain’s reputation proceeds him, it’s no surprise that his advances towards you consist of flirtatious remarks and “accidental” touches. Especially when you’re training at the monastery together, instructing him on how to properly wield a weapon, he takes advantage of the time to fluster you. Sylvain will ask for help on adjusting his form, not so subtly leaning into your chest with his back while you make the proper adjustments. He has no sense of shame. You can get back at him by giving a genuine compliment, that’ll be enough to ignite a blush on his face.

He’s always jumping at the opportunity for private tutoring, even if he doesn’t need any additional help, believing that the alone time with you will advance his goals. Sylvain will pull his chair extra close to yours, his voice notably deeper than normal as he asks questions that’ll get you talking. Eventually, he’ll give up the pretense of wanting to learn altogether, focusing the conversation more on you as a person than the lesson material. Sylvain will look at you through lidded eyes as you answer his inquiries in depth, wondering how your lips would look somewhere else.

His language consists heavily of sexual innuendos. It feels like everything he does is for the sake of riling you up, a knowing chuckle leaving his lips when you cross your legs to hide how hard you’re growing from his flirtatious comments. That’s when he decides to grow bolder. He’ll teasingly rub his hand over your crotch, maintaining eye contact while he does so, asking with a smug voice if something is wrong.

Sylvain’s preference is to be the one in total control. He finds it thrilling to have you pinned down underneath him, fucking you relentlessly when just minutes prior you were the one lecturing him. It gives him a rush of adrenaline found nowhere else, not even on the battlefield. It’s immensely satisfying to know that you’re like putty in his hands, canting into his every touch as you try your best to chase down your release. He can’t get enough of it.

He has a huge exhibitionism kink. The risk of being caught with your dick in his mouth never fails to get him going, his own member hardening as you harshly bite down on your lip to keep quiet. He’ll expect you to return the favor once you come in his mouth, whispering for you to get on your hands and knees for him. Sylvain cares slightly less about being quiet, far more carefree on the matter than you. He finds your anxiety in the situation to be endearing.

The physical training that he’s undergone for years has molded his body well, particularly his biceps. He adores it when you kiss and nip up and down his arm, moaning louder than normal as you do so. His favorite part of your body would be your inner thighs. From the years you spent as a mercenary, your muscles are well defined as well, and earn extra attention from Sylvain. He makes sure to linger in the areas he likes the most.

Sylvain is downright cruel with his orgasm denial. He’ll spend all day teasing you, winking and brushing against you in the hallway, getting you worked up for later. When you finally do get alone time together, he spends the most time on foreplay, but noticeably ignores your throbbing member. Sylvain won’t relieve you until you’re a begging, incomprehensible mess, and even then he still keeps you waiting.

One surefire way to end Sylvain’s teasing is offering to let him face fuck you. He’s fantasized about it before, and would likely do it with or without your suggestion, but there’s something about you offering it so willingly that sends heat to his crotch. Sylvain greedily accepts your offer, thrusting his dick deep into your mouth, his balls hitting your chin as he does so. He’ll pull on your hair, forcing your face as close to his pelvis as humanly possible. You won’t hear the end of it unless you swallow every last drop of his cum.

Even when you’re the one fucking him, he’s giving orders, telling you exactly what he wants. You’re both pretty equal in terms of strength, but his personality makes him more domineering. He loves watching how you try your best to please him, slyly telling you exactly what he wants at every chance. It’s only when he’s close to coming that he finally shuts up, focusing on how good you’re making him feel. He’s a guy who knows what he wants and how to get it.

Sylvain’s moans are low and breathy, sometimes guttural as he gets closer to his release. He tends to curse underneath his breath, especially when he’s fucking you, practically chanting your name with every sharp thrust. For someone that loves denying you release, he doesn’t appreciate the same treatment and prefers to come as fast as he can. He has a lot of pent up frustrations, after all, and has found this is the best way to deal with all the stress.

He loves pulling your hair, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him when you finally come. Sylvain would insist that you look him in the eye as he fucks you, wanting to see your face when you get your release, slowing down if you try to look away out of embarrassment. He could practically get off on the sight of you coming undone alone, and has a few times, but only when you’re unavailable for whatever reason.

Sylvain loves watching you jerk yourself off and will ask to see you do so. It can feel a bit embarrassing at first, but he’ll encourage you, saying how badly he wants to see it. You’ve found it’s difficult to deny Sylvain what he wants and that it’s more productive to do as he asks. You’ll be rewarded appropriately, feeling his lips on your dick when you get closer, Sylvain murmuring that he’ll take things from here.

His dick is about six inches fully erect. He’s both long and girthy, making it a bit painful the first few times he fucks you, especially since he doesn’t seem to mind being rough. His dick gets incredibly red when he’s aroused, you’ve learned.

You’re not entirely sure how he managed to get ahold of one, but Sylvain shows up to your personal quarters one night with a cock ring. He explains with a wink that it’s meant for you. You almost miss the teasing he made you endure before, as it was nothing compared to this, Sylvain entertaining himself with your body for hours without letting you come once. He’ll make you say the most humiliating things for even a chance to come. Of course, he rewards your obedience later, but the wait until then can feel borderline painful.

His favorite way to take you is against the wall. There’s something primal and thrilling about it, watching how your body contorts while he fucks you against it. It’s a perfect position to get deep inside of you, as you have no choice but to lock your legs around his waist to avoid falling, so this position is his go to. He also gets a kick out of all the noise that it makes, not even attempting to be quiet to avoid rumors. If there’s anything Sylvain has grown to disdain, it’s the opinions of others, especially nobles. This causes him to care less about anyone who might hear the two of you.

Sylvain is likely to introduce toys into the occasion at some point in your relationship. He wouldn’t care much for using them on himself, no, he wants to use them on you. To see all the cute faces and noises you make as he pleasures you in a variety of ways, it makes him hard just thinking about it. He’s especially fond of having you wear a butt plug throughout the day. He’ll make your life extra difficult, innocently asking you to get things for him in public. It’s all in good fun, he just enjoys seeing you struggle to maneuver around all day, having to act like nothing is the matter. Sylvain will promise to make it up to you later.

Expect to be called a wide variety of pet names. Sylvain does moan your name the most by default, but when he starts getting more comfortable with you, a few affectionate nicknames will get mixed in there. He’s partial to calling you professor, or prof, depending on his mood. Sadly for you, he’ll still call you that outside of the bedroom, with a knowing wink at how your cheeks flush. He can be a bit of a cheeky bastard at times.

As your relationship progresses, Sylvain will sometimes get softer when you’re intimate together. He didn’t care much for love, thinking most suitors only wanted to be with him for his crest, so he is truly greatly for you. He’ll prove this by slowing down, murmuring praises and peppering loving kisses against your skin. He wants to make sure you know how much he cares for you, even if he struggles to show it in a genuine way at times.

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