#learn to lose gracefully maybe

[fangirleaconmigo]

Geralt x Jaskier Geraskier First kiss, friends to lovers

Geraskier Dancing

When Geralt of Rivia was a child, he begged Vesemir to teach him the kind of dances they performed at court. The answer was always no, but he kept trying.

After the trials, when Vesemir seemed so affected by his eyes, Geralt would widen them and look up at his tutor, pleading.

After all, Geralt thought, what if he rescued a fair maiden, and she demanded that he accompany her to a party? Perhaps she would drag him, giggling and flushed, onto the dance floor. He would be her noble savior, and she would be his grateful maiden.

He didn’t tell Vesemir his reasoning of course. He said that it might be important for royal courts, with kings in them. Wouldn’t it be best if he could fit in? Fencing was similar to dance, so surely Vesemir could handle teaching it.

Vesemir sighed and gave him the same speech he always gave.

"Geralt. You are not training to be a knight. Put that out of your mind. You are a professional. A working man.

Further, you are a mutant now. You will not be greeted with gratitude. You will be lucky to be greeted with the cash that you are promised."

Geralt felt stubborn. Furious. But he knew when to drop the subject.

Vesemir would pat his shoulder and offer him a sweet bread. His eyes always held regret.

Geralt understood him now. After years of hard lessons, he understood. When he thought back on his youth, he felt like a dolt.

The women he saved were traumatized. He was meeting them during the most terrified, violent moments of their lives. They screamed, bled, and threw up. And they all ran. With his bloody sword and ashen skin, he looked little different from the monsters he fought.

At least to them.

And yet?

He still learned how to dance, despite having given up the dream.

It started with Jaskier of course, like most misadventures and novel undertakings. The young bard had just shown up in his life one day and sort of just...never left.

His enthusiasm, energy, and optimism infected Geralt's life, as did the handsome twinkle in his eyes.

One night, after several glasses of wine they shared their most ridiculous childhood dreams. Jaskier admitted that he wanted to publicly rub his success in his family's face, to make their rejection sting less. So Geralt admitted that he'd always stupidly wanted to woo a grateful damsel on a dance floor.

He thought they were just talking nonsense, so he was startled when suddenly, Jaskier was on his feet, woozy and holding out a hand.

"C'mon. Lesgo." Jaskier jerked his curly, disheveled head towards an empty spot on the tavern large enough maybe for one large man.

Geralt refused at first. It was silly. Besides, They were both men. Who would lead?

But Jaskier simply grabbed his hand. When they touched, Geralt found that all of his resistance dissipated like a magic spell. He found himself standing and allowing himself to be dragged. And after they moved a few tables, he found himself touching the small of Jaskier's back and swaying with him.

Why didn't it feel odd? It should have felt odd.

It probably felt fine because they were alone.

They always danced alone.

They would be in a bar that was emptying out, the last drunkards stumbling home. Jaskier would be inviting, leaning against him, words slightly slurring.

Geralt selfishly loved him like that, not because Jaskier would lose his inhibitions, but because Geralt would. Plausible deniability.

"No one is here, Geralt. You won't ruin your fearsome rep--rep--pox on it. People won't see you." Jaskier waved dismissively as he dragged him.

The bard's lips grew pinker when he drank, and his cheeks flushed when they danced.

So Geralt let himself be led into the middle of empty bars, dance halls, and sometimes even just under the stars near a campfire.

"Y'need this for" *hiccup* "d'plomacy." Jaskier tugged him this way and that.

Despite the slurring, Jaskier always moved gracefully, like a swan. He'd sing to himself, lost in the music, touching Geralt with surety, guiding him. His body would be warm and little puffs of his wine soaked breath would drift towards Geralt. The witcher would inhale and try to control the surge of something primal in him awakening from a terribly long slumber.

Jaskier always led.

"I thought you were teaching me to dance with ladies," Geralt complained playfully one night. Jaskier was leading him in a lazy circle under some street lanterns on an abandoned street. Trash and litter was everywhere, left over from the spring festival. Their feet crunched on discarded candy wrappers as they moved.

"I am," Jaskier huffed indignantly, eyes hazy. "You must charm these noble ladies. It's not easy, you know. You must practice."

Geralt bit the side of his mouth trying not to smile. He didn't want to ruin the moment. He was so close to Jaskier, the closest he ever got to stand. "But I'm not learning to lead."

"Oh, s'fine. You'll just," Jaskier gestured, twirling his hand in a circle, "turn it all round." Then it was a rolling motion. "Flip it. Change it backwards. You know what I mean. They'll love it."

It was quiet for a moment, Geralt turned his head and crept closer, so he could secretly smile to himself.

"You already complain they simper around me," he murmured near his friend's ear. "You want to make it worse?"

Jaskier snorted loudly. "They're just trying to get to me, Geralt, you know that. Price of fame!!"

Then he spun Geralt, and all the while, Geralt grumbled, purposely moving stubbornly. "I don't twirl, Jaskier."

Jaskier was wobbly and dismissive. "Y'doing great."

Geralt really did learn during those nights. But they never spoke of it in the morning. Those nights were sacred and untouchable lest they shattered in the light of day.

But one day, they finally, truly paid off.

Geralt wanted to run and tell Vesemir. He'd been right. He had needed to learn the skill after all.

Because one spring day he rescued a beautiful young woman, and she was grateful. She was lovely, truly. Her auburn hair cascaded down her back, caressing her delicate waist.

She had been menaced by a werewolf and run screaming into Geralt's arms, invitation to a ball at the ready. It was just like in his youthful dreams.

The werewolf wasn't such a bad guy to be honest. His name was Gil. And he wasn't so much menacing her as he was trying to say hello and simultaneously coughing. But it was an unpleasant sound to be sure. It was a hacking cough.

Geralt had intervened, having been sent there on an errand by Jaskier. The witcher took Gil aside to speak to him. The werewolf was moving on, anyway. He'd just come to see a picnic of beautiful women that Jaskier had told him about, thinking he would say hello.

Geralt wanted to shake Jaskier. Gently of course. To tell his friend that yes, he had needed help with dancing, but certainly did not need help with finding ladies to rescue. They were lying about everywhere there were monsters. Jaskier wasn't around though, he was nervously flitting around at fittings and lute tunings, preparing anxiously for the dance.

It was silly of course.

And to be honest, the young woman hadn't needed much rescuing. Gil's nose was still sore where she had hit him with her bag.

But nonetheless, when she'd seen Geralt she'd sighed and pretended to be quite helpless.

Geralt carried her to safety on Roach, and she had invited him to a dance that night. They were in Lettenhove, and the dance would be packed with nobles. It was the perfect setup.

Geralt got ready with trembling fingers. He laced on his best armor and slicked down his hair. His stomach was weak just to think of it.

When Geralt arrived, the maiden was there in a stunning gown. She arrived breathlessly, ready for her dance. She batted her eyes and curtseyed.

Geralt bowed slightly, and led her onto the dance floor. After a few moments, her raptured attention began to cool. She was well educated and polite, but Geralt caught her regretful glances towards the handsome young nobles in the corner.

He didn't blame her. He was not a small man, and he was stepping on her toes.

The bloom was very quickly off the rose for the young maiden.

"I'm sorry. My mistake." Geralt muttered at every wrong turn.

If you had asked Geralt as a child, whether the disappointment of a maiden would sting, he would have imagined so.

But it didn't. This was not what he had come for. This was not why his stomach had done somersaults as he had laced on his armor. It was because this party was not just packed with nobles, but very particular nobles from a very specific family.

Geralt glanced up to find him.

Jaskier stood off to the side, close by, clutching a glass of wine, and staring daggers at his cousin across the room. His cousin was a handsome man, if you went in for that kind of thing, though not as handsome as Jaskier. But he was holding court with several ladies.

Geralt excused himself with the relieved young lady who tried to look as though she were not fleeing.

Geralt came up behind Jaskier, and touched his back.

Jaskier did not jump or startle. He must have known Geralt's touch and scent by now. He simply turned and smiled.

"You're here!" Jaskier looked behind him. "And Juliet?"

Geralt shrugged. "I never actually learned to lead."

Jaskier's face fell. "I'm sorry, I-" he looked mortified, "-I don't actually know how to teach dance. I only know how to dance. I was just-"

Geralt cut him off by pulling him into his arms with an 'oof'.

Jaskier startled, leaning eagerly into the embrace. But then he remembered himself and looked around cautiously.

"I don't care if they see," Geralt whispered. "I want them to. Let the miserable bastards gossip until their throats are sore."

The widest, brightest grin he had ever seen blossomed on his handsome bard's face. "Well then." Jaskier straightened his shoulders and cleared a catch in his throat. Let me do this properly."

The bard gently detangled himself from Geralt's arms. Then he bowed at the waist and held out a hand. "Geralt of Rivia? May I have this dance?"

Geralt nodded and straightened his jacket. "You may, Viscount Julian of Lettenhove."

Jaskier held his hand with both of his, but he shook his head and whispered. "No. Viscount Julian is theirs. I am Jaskier. I am yours."

Geralt's heart melted. He did not know how to cope with that, so he just nodded.

The music fell silent, and a new song began.

The witcher and the bard were the first couple out on the floor. It may have started as a way to help Jaskier rub his success in his family's eyes. But almost instantly they forgot all about that. They lost themselves in the movement, the laughter, they only saw each other.

But Jaskier's family saw. His mother. His father. His envious cousins. They all saw that he was loved. That he was talented, famous, and loved.

Geralt didn't think a whole lot about Vesemir that night.

He simply danced. And when the last note on the last song died out, he touched Jaskier's chin. His love's eyes lit up with hope. Geralt didn't want to draw out the suspense, so he pulled him in for a kiss. It was tender and they were sweaty, their hearts beating in their chests.

It felt right. And not because they were alone. It was because they loved each other.

When Geralt visited Vesemir during the winter, he brought up his childhood dream. He would tell the old witcher that he understood now.

Love wasn't something you earned through daring acts. It wasn't something you extracted from terrified women as the price for their safety.

Love was a bard who tried his damndest to fulfill your dreams at the expense of his own.

Love was taking him in your arms and fulfilling his.

Well, Geralt tried to say all that. Perhaps it didn't come out the way he meant. Perhaps he stumbled over his words and grunted some.

But when he pulled Jaskier into the room to introduce him to Vesemir, the old witcher understood.

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[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Two

Jasper Hale x Reader

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: So sorry it took me more than a week to post, life kind of imploded and knocked me off the schedule I had planned. This chapter is honestly just filler so it can get to the good stuff… I plan to take this story all the way to Breaking Dawn at the very least. Thank you for all the love on the previous chapter!! Enjoy!

Word Count: 1695

Series Masterlist

• January 24th, 2005 • Forks High School •

Reader

Thankfully the first half of the day went rather uneventful, although I am disappointed I haven’t had a class with the handsome Jasper Hale yet. I did however, make friends with his adopted siblings Alice and Emmett Cullen. Both of which are gorgeous in their own right, but nowhere near as attractive as their blonde brother.

In English I sat in the unoccupied seat next to Alice Cullen, gratefully so. She seems like just the kind of friend a new girl needs in order to survive high school. I transferred to this place at such a horrible time in the year - almost at the end of my 11th grade. But after just a few minutes of knowing her, Alice caught me up on everything I missed. Turns out I’ve pretty much read everything they had covered this year and then some, fingers crossed that it continues to be a trend in most of my classes.

I learned that the boy walking with Jasper Hale this morning when I so rudely almost killed him with the door to the front office, is his adopted brother Emmett Cullen. A hulking mass of muscle, but a complete teddy bear, he kept me entertained for most of Trig. I can already tell that sitting in front of him was probably a bad move on my part for my academic career, but the guy is an absolute comedian.

Parting ways with Emmett after Math, I made my way to my locker. Digging the wrinkled combination paper out of my pocket, I was studying the numbers right when I bumped into a thin scrap of a girl with brown hair and an orange backpack. Immediately cursing myself I dropped to the ground to gather her notes before they could be stepped on by the stampede of people rushing to the cafeteria for lunch.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry! I-I just wasn’t paying attention, I was looking at my stupid locker combination and-“ I scrambled for excuses, word vomit spilling from my lips.

“Oh um, it’s okay! I’m not the most graceful person, so no worries.” An awkward pause, “Hey, you’re the new girl right?” She asked.

“Unfortunately.” I replied, looking up with a sad smile. I stuck out my hand to shake, “I’m Y/n Y/l/n, you are?”

“Bella Swan, former new girl I guess.” She responded as she lightly shook my hand. “You can sit with me during lunch if you want, maybe us gracefully-challenged should stick together.”

“Oh absolutely.” I chuckled a little, “I’ll grab my lunch from my locker and find you in there.”

“Cool, see you then.” She replied with a half-wave as she continued down the hallway to the cafeteria.

Jasper

One of the convenient things about being a vampire is that we really don’t necessarily need to breathe. In public places packed with humans, I can just hold my breath, but the challenge comes in making it still seem like I’m breathing.

Lost in my thoughts while Emmett and Rosalie drone on about plans after school, I spot the new girl - Y/n enter the cafeteria. I sit up straighter in my seat and observe her shamelessly as she walks unknowingly in my direction, switching paths as she spots the object of Edward’s latest desire: Isabella Swan. I spare a glance to my stoic adopted brother and see him rising from his seat, probably headed in the same direction as Y/n.

Walking up to the pair, I could tell his eyes were only on Isabella. Both girls stared up at him in awe, their emotions giving away that they were surprised to see him seeking them, or rather a certain one of them, out.

“Isabella-“ Edward started but was interrupted by Y/n.

“I’ll… go find us a seat.” Bella didn’t even spare her a glance as Y/n rushed away.

“Bro, you’re staring a little hard there, something catch your eye?” Emmett said, leaning over Rosalie to nudge my ribs. I turn to him and discreetly flash a crude gesture, causing him to chuckle. I love my brother, he just thrives on getting a rise out of me any chance he gets.

Alice smacks my shoulder, “You two behave, she’s shy and I’ll be upset if your rowdiness scares her off.” My adopted sister huffs in slight frustration at our antics.

“As if we need another human in our business.” Rosalie grumbles from her spot between myself and her mate. Crossing her arms, she stares daggers at the back of Edward’s head from where he’s talking to Bella Swan.

“Oh hush, I want more friends outside of you guys, plus Y/n is relatively safe. Cheer up Rose, I’ve already seen you get along with her rather nicely!” Alice fires back at Rose.

“I haven’t even met her yet-“ Rosalie leans forward to argue.

“But you will and you’ll love her, end of story.” Alice says matter-of-factly.

Rose leans back in her seat, huffing as Emmett pats her thigh. She swipes his hand away, not happy that he finds it amusing that she’ll have to deal with another one of her brother’s fixations on a human girl. It’s always so easy to read Rosalie’s emotions, she wears them so boldly and almost prefers to torture me with their intensity sometimes, as if to get her point across even more than her biting words.

I let out a sigh at their exchange concerning Y/n, she’s been here for half a day and already a hot topic for even us.

I’ve been in a trance pretty much since lunch, the two classes following it were uneventful allowing my thoughts to fill with day-dreams of the new girl.

Her hair, the way her oversized sweater hangs from her shoulders, her intoxicating scent…

The bell ending sixth period startles me from my reverie. This girl almost put a me-sized-dent in the door to the front office this morning and here I am obsessing over minuscule details after only seeing her twice.

I gather my notes and writing utensils before filing out of the door behind my fellow classmates. I slow my walk to the next class in hopes that I might catch a glimpse of her before the end of the day. I don’t even know her emotional signature yet like I do my adopted siblings, a handy ability I’ve managed to teach myself to find them in busy situations.

My search for Y/n comes up short, the hallways are mostly empty by the time the warning bell rings for the final instruction of the day. With a small huff I enter my seventh period class keeping my eyes on the floor as I make my way to my assigned seat.

“Glad you could make it in the nick of time, Mister Hale.” Mr. Ellis states rather loudly in an accusatory tone, raising an eyebrow as I sit and the final tardy bell rings.

An almost imperceptible gasp to my right keeps me from replying, I clamp my mouth shut and force myself not to meet the gaze I could feel boring into my back as flames begin to lick down my throat.

Wonderful, not only was I late enough to garner the attention of everyone in the room, but Y/n Y/l/n is in my history class and I can’t breathe for the next forty-four minutes.

• January 24th, 2005 • Home •

Reader

“How was school sweetheart?” My mother yells from the kitchen as I push open our front door, I swear that woman wastes no time when digging for information.

“Jeez, let me get in the door first!” I yell back with a light-hearted chuckle, setting my backpack on the ground by the couch just inside the living room.

“Sorry, I’m just excited to see how everything went.” Her voice is much closer this time and I turn to see her walking down the connecting hallway wiping her hands on a dish towel.

I flop onto my back on the couch as she leans over the back, folding her arms under her chest with an expectant look on her face ready for my response.

“Well, I don’t think it’ll be hard to catch up in-“ but my mom interrupts me excitedly.

“No, no, no! I need the good stuff! Did you make any friends? See any cute guys?” I could burst out laughing at the look on her face and the fact that she’s more concerned about my social life than my academics on the first day of school in a new town.

“Mom!” I drag the word out in exasperation as I smush a decorative pillow to my face to hide the slight heat in my cheeks.

“There’s a cute boy! I knew it!” She practically yells in victory, “tell me everything, baby girl!”

I pull the pillow down enough to reveal my eyes to her, “I almost killed him with a door.” I mumble in a rather sad tone.

“Oh dear God.” She immediately becomes serious, rounding the couch to push my legs off, forcing me upright so she can sit next to me, “it can’t be that bad!”

“I wasn’t looking while I pushed open the door to the front office and he barely caught it in time before it hit him square in the face!” I blurt out in a rush and drop the pillow to cover my face with my hands. “Definitely not the way to start off on the right foot.”

“Oh honey,” she tries to sooth me, guiding my hands away from my face and into her hold, “look at it this way - you’ve captured his attention in a way that’ll be memorable. Sure it isn’t without embarrassment, but now you’ve made a first impression he’ll never forget!”

“Yeah and I’ll probably never hear the end of it.” I mumble as I bury my face in her shoulder, sighing deeply. I hesitate, “We do have one class together.”

The gasp my mother lets out immediately sends me into a fit of giggles, forgetting all about my early morning embarrassment.

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[stayteezdreams]

A Winter Date

Plot: Chris takes you out on your first official date. But what does he have planned?

Pairing: Bang Chan | Christopher x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A kiss towards the end but thats all~

Words: 1.2k

On the outside, you knew that you appeared calm and collected. But on the inside, you were a nervous mess. You stood by the park, hands behind your back as you looked around, trying to spot Chris. You nervously chewed on the inside of your lip as butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

You had arrived a little early out of nervousness, but took the time you had to settle yourself. It was your first official date with Chris after all, of course you were nervous.

It was an added nerve-inducing bonus that Chris hadn't told you what you would be doing, just where to meet him and to 'dress warm'.

As you checked the time on your phone, you let out a soft sigh. It was about the time you were supposed to meet.

"Hey!"

As hands suddenly grabbed your waist as Chris popped up beside you, you let out an alarmed yelp, causing him to laugh.

You groaned as you spun around, anxiety replaced by amused annoyance as you smacked him on the shoulder, only causing him to laugh more.

"Sorry sorry!" He apologized half-heartedly, repressing a chuckle as you pouted angrily at him.

As his eyes seemed to scan you, you felt your neck grow warm.

He grinned a you, "You look great!"

You smiled abashedly. "Thank you. So... are you going to tell me what it is we're doing?"

You smiled hopefully and he just shook his head with a wide teasing grin.

"Nope!"

Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand and began leading you along the edge of the park.

"Not even a hint?"

He laughed and squeezed your hand before shaking his head, "It's supposed to be a surprise!"

And a surprise it certainly was.

You hunched over almost unnaturally as Chris giggled, holding your hands as you slowly slid out onto the ice.

"I thought you said you liked ice skating?"

"I said I liked it when I was a kid, I haven't done it in ages!"

Slowly standing up straight you let out a slow breath, trying to remind yourself of all the rules and tips you had once learned.

"Good!" Chris complimented as he watched you carefully, sliding over to be by your side. "You'll pick it back up in no time."

You side-eyed him, "One thing."

"What?"

"If I fall, you are't allowed to tell anyone, especially Lee Know or Seungmin."

He giggled as he slid his hand into yours again, "I promise I wont tell a soul."

As time passed, you slowly regained some ability you had once had, as you skated gracefully, all be it slowly, around the rink. Chris never strayed too far from you and was quick to be by your side any time you threatened to lose your balance.

As you rested against the wall, Chris appeared beside you, a grin ever-present on his face. "Having fun?"

You nodded your head, "I was nervous at first, but I'm enjoying it a lot."

"Nervous to skate, or nervous about our date?"

"Well it is our first."

You smiled shyly and he giggled softly as he inched closer to you, you met his eyes and your breath caught in your throat. His eyes slowly scanned over your face, pausing momentarily on your lips before he met your eyes again.

"You're too cute."

You felt your heart skip before you grinned bashfully at him, "Are you teasing me?"

He chuckled "Maybe. Can't I?"

You glared playfully at him before an idea came to mind. Using what confidence you had in the moment, you suddenly leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek. His whole body seemed to freeze as his face donned a surprised reaction.

Giggling, you pushed away from the wall and skated back onto the ice among the various strangers.

Chris watched as you got farther away, his face burning hot as he saw you look back with a playful smile. Shaking his head softly he returned to his senses as he move to skate after you,

"Hey! That's not fair I wasn't ready!"

As you took a long sip of hot chocolate, you felt it's warmth slowly soak through you. You let out a contented sigh as you watched people continue to skate around the ice rink.

You and Chris had spent over an hour skating together, but as the sky grew dark and the cold sank into your bones, you decided to stop.

Glancing over at Chris you felt a small jolt rock through you as you caught him staring at you with an adoring smile. You felt your cheeks warm as you repressed a shy grin.

"What?"

Chris's smile widened as he got caught staring at you and he giggled softly under his breath.

Ever since you kissed him on the cheek, he hadn't been able to stop his heart from fluttering in his chest. He had been trying to psych himself up enough to kiss you the whole evening, and you ended up doing it first.

Suddenly leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, catching you off guard.

When he pulled away he gave you a cheeky grin, "Got you back!"

"Wh- " You gently pushed his shoulder before chuckling, as butterflies rampaged in your stomach.

Reaching over, Chris took your hand in his. As your eyes met, you smiled fondly at each other before Chris let out an almost dramatic sigh.

You tilted your head, "What?"

He shook his head. "I regret having our date this late, now I don't get to spend as much time with you as I want."

"Hmm. I guess you'll just have to ask me out on another date then."

Chris repressed a grin as he nodded his head in thought as he slid closer to you.

He met your eyes and nodded again, "I guess I'll have too." He leaned closer to you before whispering, "Are you free tomorrow?"

You whispered back, "Yes, I am."

He grinned widely at you, making you giggle. As Chris didn't move away from you, you felt the tension growing as his eyes began scanning your face. When his eyes paused on your lips, you swallowed nervously.

"Can I ask you something?"

You nodded, unable to find words. "Mhm"

"Is... is it too soon to kiss you or should I wait for our second date?"

With anyone else you would probably want to move slower. With anyone else you might feel anxious and uncertain. But not with Chris. You had known each other for ages. You fell for each other slowly and sweetly. With anyone else it might be too soon. But not with Chris.

You shook your head softly, "It's not too soon."

Chris inched forward, his nose gently brushing yours as his lips ghosted over yours. "Are you sure?"

You nodded almost unnoticeably. "I'm sure."

Slowly, Chris's lips met yours. It was soft and hesitant for a moment, as the anxious tension of the first kiss melted away. Chris brought his hand up to rest against your cheek as his reservation faded away. He deepened the kiss as your lips molded and moved together naturally.

When he pulled away a few moments later, your eyes met with equally shining happiness. You giggled under your breath as the giddiness of being together washed over you.

Chris pecked a few quick and gentle kisses to your lips as you rested your foreheads together, basking in the mutual joy of your first date.

xx End xx

~I never know how to end fics~

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[blues-valentine]

HSMTMTS Final Season Spoilers:

Ricky and Gina’s first relationships (Nini/EJ) prepared them for their own trials this season.

The thing about Ricky and Gina going thought similar situations as PW and Rini is to showcase not just why they’re different but that they’ve learned from their previous relationships too.

Because that’s the whole point.

Ricky’s relationship with Nini failed not just because they outgrew each other but because Nini wanted bigger things for herself and didn’t feel like she needed Ricky to get that anymore. She herself said on the pilot that being away from Ricky actually made her come out of her shell and pursue leading roles. And Ricky wasn’t ready to accept that change so in order to protect that relationship he started to become too attached and making Nini feel pressured about balancing YAC and Ricky. He thought he had to put Nini’s dream on hold only to realize not only did it made him selfish but not a version of himself he wanted to be. This is why he corrected all of those mistakes with Gina when presented with the same issues. Not just this final season but last season as well. (X)

It was stablished last season, Ricky’s love for Gina changed what he thought he knew about love. Gina is the representation of change.

For Ricky, the idea of Gina and him growing apart and walking different directions terrified him — he has seen this before and it didn’t end with people choosing him. But he wasn’t going to be the old Ricky that would delete Instagram posts and be like “I want you to leave the movie and stay here with me” and that’s because he now knows that’s not how you love. And he isn’t going to make Gina feel guilty about living her dreams. And that’s why he was the most supportive and attentive boyfriend she could’ve asked for. And Ricky knows it could cost him losing Gina but he is ready to deal with that as long as Gina is doing what she’s meant to do.

For Gina, she was living her dreams but Ricky is also part of her dreams. Gina’s arc has never been just about finding success but finding a place to belong and she found that (with Ricky, with East High). By holding the whole movie offer from Ricky, she understood why EJ did what he did last season and I think it was a very good learning experience for her and closure for the two of them. Gina was very naive and new in her relationship with EJ and going thought that allowed her to understand other points. I feel like if she hadn’t been in a relationship with EJ first she wouldn’t have known how to handle this issue with Ricky. But as opposed to Nini, who basically told Ricky she didn’t come back for him. Gina would fight for Ricky. Because she wants both the fame and him and I’m glad they didn’t have her compromise on either of those.

The contrasts and differences in all of those relationships needed to happen. It would’ve been too easy if Ricky and Gina were just in a perfectly honey moon stage even with all of those circumstances. And I would say they handled it gracefully and better than others would have (including PW and Nini). The thing about Ricky and Gina is not just that they both give the other something they need (stability, propose, ambition, understanding) is that PW and Rini gave up on each other too easy. Maybe because they just weren’t the right person. And if anything the season shows is that whatever happens next Ricky and Gina will find a way to make it work together and unlike Troyella (“who are not a real couple”) Ricky and Gina are.

#hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts season 4 #hsmtmts s4 #gina porter #rina #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #ej caswell #nini salazar roberts #text post

[ereana]

drabble prompts: zhongven; 2, 36, and/or 50

Zhongven 2 - The thought of losing you scares me

Venti was angry.

He didn’t like being angry. It scraped against his mind like shards of glass turning the very air around him into sharp stinging winds, the sort that left humans chilled to the bone on a cold winter’s day when not even the warmest coat could keep out the cold.

It was a little embarrassing really. He was one of the oldest gods left yet he still was at the mercy of his own emotions unlike a certain blockhead who—

The sound of splintering wood filled his ears as the tree beside him disintegrated into sawdust as the very air around it tore into the bark in a sudden fit of rage. Venti pinched his brow and let out a deep sigh.

Right. This was why he was here sitting on one of the cliffs overlooking the Stone Gate instead of drowning his sorrows at the Angel’s Share. Diluc might actually try to kill him if Venti destroyed the building because of his bad mood. Plus he didn’t want to accidentally hurt any of his people who were completely innocent and had nothing to do with his current displeasure unlike a certain traitorous liar of a lizard that he was determinedly not thinking about. 

A few unlucky birds flying overhead let out chirps of alarm as they were suddenly spent spinning towards the ground, with a flick of his fingers Venti corrected the breeze and sent them gracefully soaring towards Liyue.

He watched them silently for a few moments. While he wasn’t the sort of being to lose himself in melancholic thoughts there were times when taking a minute or two to just think could be helpful. And it wasn't like this was a normal situation either.

If it was normal, whatever normal meant to a wind wisp turned god turned ex-archon turned bard — although he had been a bard for quite some time so maybe the chronology needed some rethinking — then he wouldn’t have any issue controlling his anger. Venti would like it to be noted, probably in one of his own songs, that he was usually pretty good at the whole self control thing. He hadn’t turned his anger on Mondstadt when he’d learned what happened to Dvalin. There were secrets that could shake the world locked safely behind his teeth. Granted there were perhaps a few too many people who knew his true identity but it wasn’t his fault that his people were so perceptive!

With all that compelling evidence in mind, Venti was confident in asserting that had this been a normal issue he would not have had to exile himself to a barren cliff edge because he was a danger to everyone around him due to his fury turning the summer breeze into blades of anemo.

He nodded decisively before groaning at his own inability to deal with the actual problem

Although judging by the footsteps steadily approaching the problem had come to deal with him instead.

Venti closed his eyes and waited until the intruder had reached the top of the cliff, unable to get too close because of the protective vortex which now surrounded him but close enough to hear him.

“I’m mad at you.” Venti stated quietly, his voice devoid of its usual humour.

“I can tell.” Morax — or was it Zhongli now — said calmly. So calm it made the winds whip up into a frenzy sending blades of freshly cut grass spiraling into the sky. 

“Is that all you have to say?” He asked, and now there was a note of anger in his tone. “After what you—” Venti cut himself off, clicking his tongue in frustration at the mix of hurt, relief and sadness which swelled inside his chest.

“No, there is much I would say to you. If you would allow it.”

Venti laughed, a harsh sound that grated against his ears.

“Oh now I’m suddenly someone worth talking to. Now. When the damage has been done and the dust has settled here you come ready to make things right once more. What does the immediate upset matter when it can be fixed with a deal or a contract to replace what has been….” Venti stopped and finally turned to look at the man behind him. “I thought you died Morax.”

Morax stared at him quietly. They’ve known each for far too long to hide anything from the other and Venti can see in an instant that he won’t get an apology for what happened. Morax will offer one for hurting him, for not seeking him out straight away after the matter had concluded, but he won’t apologize for the act itself. 

“You had to, my dear. In case someone was watching the wind had to mourn the loss of the mountain.” Morax stepped forward causing Venti to instantly drop the vortex in case the old fool actually hurt himself.

It only took a few of his husband’s long strides before Morax was lowering himself to sit beside Venti. Venti, who hadn’t seen him since he woke up from his unplanned five hundred year long nap, dropped his head onto one firm shoulder. It was about as comfortable as using a rock for a pillow.

“The thought of losing you scares me more than anything. It almost broke me.” He admitted softly. 

If there really had been a murderer in the world Venti would not have stopped until he’d ripped the air from the culprit’s lungs himself.

Mor— no Zhongli was probably best to use now. Morax had died.

Zhongli wrapped a hesitant hand around Venti’s waist. Venti let him, too tired and too relieved to push away the comfort. His husband wasn’t wearing any gloves so the warmth from the golden veins in his hand seeps through Venti’s shirt to his skin. After five hundred years Venti was back where he belonged.

“Don’t do it again blockhead.”

A press of lips against his head, the stroke of a thumb against his waist, and the first contract made by the man known as Zhongli.

“I promise.”

#genshin impact #zhongven #zhongli #venti #my writing #hope you enjoy!

[asyliah]

—﹒₊˚﹕Sinful yet Sweet Indulgence ﹒🜸

— Happy 100 followers! First order is finished at last!

𓂃 CW﹕NSFW ⸝⸝ Sub!Kazuha x Dom!Reader⸝⸝ Gender-neutral reader ⸝⸝ anal fingering ⸝⸝ Semi-public ⸝⸝ Degradation (?) ⸝⸝ Blowjob ⸝⸝ Mentions of dumbification ⸝⸝ Calling "slut" directed from kazuha.

" strawberry shake with sub! scara or kazuha! maybe some dumbification and overstim too ^^ loved your kazuha post, cant wait to see more"

🜸𓂃 Author-nim ﹕This is my first time sub! characters <3 I hope I did well with them.

The red maple leaves fell gracefully on the ground as a small figure of a samurai played a green leaf making a tune. Kazuha waited for his lover in a quiet forest, meeting them up from his vacation. Y/n agreed to let Kazuha go in Mondstadt because he never knew the grandiose plan he would get after. And indeed, he would love it——no, and Both of you would enjoy it. <3

You arrived at the agreed place and could hear the lovely tune playing in the atmosphere. A playful thought suddenly popped into your head, making you smirk so slyly. Slowly and surely, tip-toeing right his back to prepare a surprise attack.

" WAH--" You were about to jump on his back and startle him, but Kazuha turned around, and you were startled to lose your foothold. Both of your bodies tripped to the ground. He gazed into you with a shocked expression, and you glanced at him as if something switched on yourself, "Y/n, are you hurt?" kazuha shook you in between your shoulder, looking too worried when you stared at him blankly. You were on top of him. 

He was worried if you got hurt, yet meanwhile, you got horny out of a sudden. In all places and situations—Why does it have to be this time too? The desire is fueled just by Kazuha's cute face, and his luscious lips parted into a gasp. Your face went darker with a mischievous intent planted in your mind: As you pinned both of his hands above his head. He looks so flustered and speechless. His eyes were looking right into you, and you feel delighted to destroy him into a mess! Kazuha seemed to know what is going to happen next—As much as he wanted to do it, but for it to happen out in the wild, he was embarrassed.

The tight grip on his wrists made Kazuha unable to struggle with you. "Y/n, What are you doing? We are on p–MHffphh!" he choked into a moan when your hands were in his hard bulge–Palming and playfully drawing hearts on the layered clothes. Just were palming his fully hard cock that has made him so sensitive. And you can swear to the Celestia—it made you lost in lust and fuck his hole out in the open. But you know you couldn't do that yet, as you were about to have fun and play with him for a while. Still palming his hard cock till his shorts dampened. Even if you were only palming his cock, and his hips rocked in rhythm with your hands. “ What a slut,” you hissed near his earlobe. “N-nooo-nnotta slu–t~♡” Kazuha desperately bit his lip to suppress more slutty moans. “ (name)…”

You smirked when you noticed that Kazuha was stiff and still completely aware of the surroundings. Sliding your hands under his shirt, and playing with his hard nipples while your tongue worked on his neck. His neck was full of bruised lovebites. Kazuha let out such a loud moan, and his mind was hazy with lust. Moans were getting more desperate for release, as he sniffled in every ‘please’ as you comply with his requests. “ Look at you, being a slut for me. I wonder If someone is watching your whorish self right now!” you teased. 

His back arched when you said those words, and you smirked learning he was close. By the way, he was moaning loudly, and his tongue lolled out. You blow airs on his ears.” Ah, you like that don't ya?” 

“ C-Cummmingg~~♡“ kazuha choked in a pitched moan as he grind his hips more—as if your way of palming his bulge isn't enough to satisfy him. ” Ah… soo… so…“ Kazuha blurted. "Tired...c-—can't--"

You decided to let him go in the grip of your hands as he came down from his high. His legs were limp, but it was wide open for you to relish on. Despite Kazuha’s lump body, you dragged his hips closer to you which caught him by surprise. “ Nnnooooo–” he squirmed, as you stripped off his shorts, and his poor little cock sprang with a cum leaking over the base. What kind of lover are you if you avoid his desires? So you decided to help him. And As a lover would always do. 

His small figure sensitively squirming under your breath was indeed such erotic artwork for you to remember in your mind forever. A sensual touch ghosted over his cock as it twitched. “ (name)~ Please–Just do your way,” Kazuha pleaded. His eyes glistened on his eyes as tears rolled down his cheeks, and between the maple trees' shades, you swiped off the tears and kiss them all away. “ Well, then don't blame me if you can't walk,” you smirked through his skin. Gathering his liquids from his hole to prep him.

 Your hands were on his hole stretching and scissoring his prostate driving Kazuha into pure bliss. Legs shaking from overstimulation. You would be a liar if you say you didn't come from the sight of him moaning like a slut. You can't help but get horny more and more. Churning up his prostate slowly, white ropes of cum spurt out again. Oh, they were a lot too. “ s–sowrryyy…” kazuha sniffles as he covered the reddened cheeks with his hands. “It is okay, you can cum as more as you wanted,” your hands were again working at a fast and steady pace hitting the most sensitive parts. 

" Cum as a lot as you could! Until I fucked you dumb, I would only stop." 

His back rolled out from back, as more cum spurt out uncontrollably. You got bored just by fingering the hole—till you shifted your eyes on his cock. Getting close to his hard shaft, you gave him more kitten licks and it made Kazuha drive into the edge of breaking himself. His red irises focused on you, as you give him a blowjob. His moans were also getting louder and louder that you worry people might hear him, but that’s what fun and thrill are. His glossy tears keep falling on his rough skin as he squirmed under your touch. When you took notice of his hardened cock twitching in pleasure, you decided to make him feel more pleasure that he goes numb. From the pleasure, he felt he could feel his mind was mushed from the stimulation. Hands were grabbing anywhere he could ever cling on other than your hair. 

" M-MORE! mmoreeee—mhmpphh. Pweaseee~~" he slurred words with a pleases that fueled more inside you. 

Truly he asked for this. He just wanted for you to destroy and ravish him more. To think that this samurai who defeated the shogun was such a whore for this. The noon was still far from night,  and the fun will not yet end. 

#𖠗 Abyss.Clubᶻᶻᶻ #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #asy.speaks #sub kazuha #kazuha smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader smut #🐦𓂃EVENT𓂃 #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut

[padfootdaredmetoo]

A tommy with a wife with a big libido part two please? Or perhaps a story of them rather than a headcanon?

Dear Anon,

This is a story one. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Description of shit parents, Reader getting bruises from being held too tightly by her mother. kinky office sex during a party. Slight dom/sub vibes.

Tommy hated seeing his wife in such a state. It was the unfortunate time of the year when an obligatory visit with the inlaws was unavoidable. Her parents were…. Complex. Always loved to brag about the man her daughter married all the riches, fancy parties, and massive house, but when they would come around as family it was a very different story. 

Always rude about Gypsy traditions, hesitant to touch the silverware, and always comments about her weight. They learned a couple years ago not to talk about the children in his presence. Doesn't mean she doesn't call you up to give you nonsense advice. This was not the house for modern ways. 

He watched as you hosted the small gathering. His eyes caught the look on Esme’s face as your cousin tried explaining something in a shrill voice. He almost laughed at the dead expression on her features, she was a lucky find for the family. For a moment he thought about how she was always at your side no matter what. A small pang of guilt for how he had treated her in the past. 

Bloody woman making me turn soft. 

He shook the thought off as your father approached. 

“So Thomas.” He was a plump man with an awful mustache. The tone of distaste in his voice never faltered when addressing him. “Looks like it was another successful year.” 

“That’s generally what happens when you're willing to work hard, Harold. How did the deal with the Carrey family go?” He asked in his usual uninterested tone despite knowing the answer.

“They decided to go with another idea. Pity really, but not everyone can afford the best.” He puffed out his chest. Thomas wondered why he decided to make this relationship so difficult, especially on his only daughter. 

He watched you remain tense in your mother's grip. If it were anyone else's hand on your arm holding you in place he would have cut their fingers off slowly. Your father seemed to have something better to talk about with one of your relatives, leaving him in peace. 

“She’s going to lose circulation in that arm.” Polly sat down next to him looking thoroughly pissed off. “Are we not enough for her? Doesn't make sense to carry all this dead weight.” 

“Pol. It’s her family, it’s hard for her.” 

“As someone who looks on her the way a mother should, it's even harder on me.” Polly lit a cigarette. “Don’t just leave her to the rats!” She hissed giving his arm a shove. He finished the last of his drink and got up. 

Walking over across the room, his eyes wandered along your backside. Perhaps that’s the reason you were both so tense and tired? Your usual physical appetite had been pushed aside over the tremendous weight of this awful party. Maybe he could find a way to help you out....

He came to your side sliding his arm around your waist, forcing your mother to release you. 

“If you’ll excuse us.” He said gracefully pulling you towards the hallway. He didn't give a reason or an excuse because they didn't deserve one. 

“Tom no! You promised me there would be no business” You whispered and he kept his composure guiding you down the hallway. 

Once the door was shut behind them you really started to kick up a storm. 

“I swear to God Thomas I will burn this house down.” He kept guiding you back to eventually press up against his desk. “I will ruin your life I swear it, whatever this is it needs to stop right now.” 

He lifted you up to perch on the top of his desk. Hands sliding up the outside of your thighs. 

“Oh no, not this again either! You're not hiding some special magic key or code or letter on me again. Last time it was a complete - Oh.” 

You rambled on until his mouth was between your legs. That soft “Oh” caused your whole body to tense up. He didn't need to look up at you to know that you were fighting a losing battle in your mind. Your body had gripped him tightly holding him where you needed him. 

He stopped fucking around and finally opened you up properly and dragged his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck” You ground down against him and he felt like a bit of a genius thinking this up. He picked up the pace eating you out. His fingers slowly pushed into you and for a moment he thought about making you cum like that. Make a right proper mess of his outfit, but he new there would be a heavy price for that brief moment no matter how explosive it would be. No, instead he kept a slow pace, easing your body into what it was desperate for. Not until your breath was ragged and your thighs were like a vice did he let you win.

“Please don’t - it - ah - won't be enough” Of course, it wouldn't be enough. Not for you anyway. He kept you there on the edge of bliss weighing his options. He decided and got up and undoing his trousers. 

“Be quiet” He commanded mostly just to watch your eyes get hazy. Slowly he pushed himself inside you, your body so eager it made a mess of pushing and pulling. Unsure of how to get what it needed. 

“Ive got you.” He whispered and felt the way your body clenched around him while also going limp. “That’s it baby.” He liked being soft with you. You’d say you were all about fast and hard, but when he’d take his time with you, this is when he really pushed your limits. Your breathing was ragged and tears were threatening to fall. 

What you needed in this particular moment was a complete loss of control. Something he was more than happy to give you. He pressed his thumb across her glossy bottom lip into the wetness of her mouth. 

He pulled out before pushing back in slowly forcing your walls to stretch open again. The papers on the edge of his desk were useless with the amount of wetness trapped between the two of you. 

He moved again and you whimpered softly. He knew he didn't have as much time as he wanted he brought his other thumb down to your clit. Your body seized and he started a slow deep pace. Bottoming out with every stroke. 

“You going to help me off? Make up for this awful party.” You were too far gone to answer, he chuckled. 

He picked up the pace knowing your body wouldn't handle much more after going without for so long. 

“You can finish when you're ready, love.” Your body jerked at the permission to go wild. Your whole body clamped tight, legs tense and your teeth dug into his thumb. The tightness of your heat gripping his cock was enough to spill inside you. 

“Good Girl.” He smirked amazed that his plan worked. He grabbed some tissues from his desk and cleaned you up before pulling your panties back into place. 

“Fuck” You swore softly. He assumed you’d be rushing him out the door and cursing but instead, your slender arms pulled him close. He cradled you tightly, hating the marks already appearing on your arm. He was going to have a long talk with you later. 

“I don’t think I can keep doing this.” you sounded so broken it made him wish he could put both your parents in the ground. 

“Then don’t.” He answered simply. “You’ve been very reasonable over the years, they are the ones deciding not to change.” 

“I love you.” She breathed.

“Love you too” He placed a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Let's go rescue the family before Polly shoots someone.” 

“Good plan.” Once straightened out they re-entered the party. He kep his arm around her tightly pulling her past where her mother was. For the rest of the night she kept her seat inbetween him and Polly. If people wanted to talk to her they would come and take a seat across the coffee table. A safe distance away and they said the types of things one would when being started down by Thomas Shelby. 

#Tommy Shelby #Thomas Shelby #Tommy Shelby x reader #Thomas Shelby x reader #Tommy shelby smut #Thomas shelby smut #Tommy shelby request #thomas shelby request #peaky blinders #peaky blinders request #peaky blinders imagine #Peaky blinders smut #Fanfiction

[iphigeniainaulis]

Take the bitter with the sweet

Writing this was hard but it helped me realize that I can still call myself a writer even though I don’t post as much as I want to. I do hope that you liked it, @cottonfluffballofdoom, and let’s create even more beautiful works together during future @flash-exchange. Thank you so much for having me here. Without you all I can't call this place home 💛 

Character: Hideyoshi

Promt: Something sweet, something bitter

“...and if one day faith brings us a new challenge, I want to meet it by your side. For as you see, we are the warriors, my dear, and at war as at war. We may be losing our battles here, but we will never be defeated for being loved. 

Find me. Quick, I’ll wait.”

Autumn has finally blossomed, turning the city’s gardens into one rustling sea of scarlet poppies, amber gold and ochreous ground. Maple leaves are everywhere. 

You enter the cool emptiness of a local gallery hall. A maple leaf is gracefully falling at your feet. Nothing is going to be the same, but maybe tomorrow a tiny bud will appear where now emptiness is present. 

Memories of the past still hurt like a scar that has barely healed. It is painful. Not because you have it, but because it will never disappear. A year has passed since your life was divided into before and after. A year since the man who promised to live for the sake of your breath on his lips pushed you into the black hole of despair, separating himself from the course of your life. 

____________

“Everything is fine,” the trembling sound of your voice was a strange contrast to a bright smile on your face, “we’re gonna make it together. It is so much easier with you by my side.”

That was not true, and you both knew that. The following silence condemned your lies, as does the quiet crowd when a singer hits the wrong note.  

“This can’t continue. You are struggling because of me.” Through a transparent surface of a folding screen you could see his mourning profile with shoulders painfully stretched. Wheaten hair was for the first time touched with silver. 

“I need to do the right thing. This is my duty to protect you, after all.”

____________

Yes, it was right. Your body and mind were becoming weaker with each day, and so his grip of your hand was getting tighter. Your lover’s embrace sank like ink into your essence, forever changing its structure, so when you returned to “the present” it was hard to find your own reflection in the mirror. For how can one see the whole when a half is missing?

Yet, life still goes on. The leaves are falling to give new buds a chance to bloom and blossom into something beautiful. You too have to keep going. Even if it means stepping on the broken glass.

The gallery hall is all but dark shadows coming when the icy sunlight is no longer falling from the roof, hidden with November clouds. Myriads of scroll paintings on the walls are telling you about distant times when one country was divided into many. People were suffering, and whispers of poets, mourning for their motherland, were mixing with cries of mothers who’d lost their children. Still, even in the times of darkness there was a place for light. 

One handscroll is dedicated to a story of a man who sought happiness in death until he found a woman who made him fall in love with life. 

You look at another painting with little monkeys reaching for the reflection of the moon instead of searching for it in the sky. 

“Silly monkey,” a sudden rush of air gives you goosebumps, “always being so stubborn, never listening to others. I’ll never forgive you.” 

“Then don’t. Let the monkey learn its lesson.”

Somebody drops a silk coat on your shoulder, and it smells like almond, tea and parchment. Or maybe you just imagine everything. The scent of home, Azuchi, where you used to sew another kimono for your lover on engawa under the night stars. Dim candles left the aroma of incense on your fingers, and you asked the moon to give you some more light.

Almond, tea and parchment. That’s how your pillows smelt after a night of passion. Sometimes you could feel a light touch of his fingers caressing your hair, warm breath on collarbones. 

“Let's work hard today. Don’t forget to eat your breakfast. It’s on the table.”

Almond, tea and parchment. So sweet that it was almost bitter. That’s how your last goodbye felt. Stars dropping from the sky.

“Find me. Quick, I’ll wait.”

You turn around.

(a letter found in your clothes after returning to modern Japan)

Tonight you coughed. Again. I held you in my arms till the first rays of sun appeared on the horizon, but it could barely help you, my dear wife. You fell asleep when I left the room only to lean against the wall and listen to the quiet sound of your breath. 

Every single day you fight with darkness that is way stronger than you, yet your smile keeps getting wider after each battle, and my love for you is growing stronger. 

Sasuke thinks that your condition may become worse as the wormhole is getting closer. That your body and mind may leave me forever. And so I recall.

I recall the memories of your funny face when the morning sun plays with your hair. I think of our conversations, when nature is quiet in the evening and the wind is full of scents. You tell me about Mitsunari’s cat, about your daily tasks and bickering with Mitsuhide. You look so peaceful that it feels surreal. I want to hug you tight and become something bigger than I am now. To protect, to love, to honor your brave yet tender soul.

You are the force of nature. A sun-dazzling creature, you came into my life to create havoc, and now you may disappear, my beautiful thunder.

We argue. Again. You say I’m too stubborn. You blame me for not allowing you to decide for yourself. You think you can handle it. A silly liar. 

But listen..

I know how it feels to be alone. I thought I found the meaning in serving lord Nobunaga. And I still do think so. But now I can't say I don’t have anything to lose. I have. And it's you.

I want to fight for your future, I want you to see the life you've taught me to love. And so I want you to leave.

To become the person you want to be. To share your strength with others. To be full. Don’t forget to eat. Don’t exhaust yourself. And try to find me. I promise to do the same.

I know you’ll probably hate me for what I’m going to do. For forcing you to go back to your time. But I would rather have you alive but distant than ill by my side. 

If one day faith brings us a new challenge, I want to meet it by your side. For as you see, we are the warriors, my dear, and at war as at war. We may be losing our battles here, but we will never be defeated for being loved. 

Forever yours,

Hideyoshi

#ikemen series #ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen hideyoshi #flash exchange #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi

[ddejavvu]

That ask about hockey player!Remus and figure skater!reader reminded me of this comment I saw on a video. The person said that during her figure skating practice the hockey players would be going wild banging at the glass and cheering her on and at first she thought they were teasing so she ignored it, but as soon as she stepped off the ice they were like “woah how did you do all those spins?!?? And the jumps? How’d ya do it?!” and it just gave me Marauders vibes for some reason. Aksjsjaja hockey himbo!James losing his mind over a random girl doing a triple lutz is such a wholesome mental image

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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The rousing whoops from the hockey players waiting just off the ice threatened to knock you off balance, your legs shaky as they pounded on the glass. You weren't sure how you were going to get off the ice without interference from them, and you didn't fancy being mobbed by three agile hockey players.

You managed to drown them and their jeering out for the last few minutes of your practice, your coach congratulating you on your 'excellent form' even though you were certain he noticed the wobble of your legs as you'd been shouted at. You made a point to leave the ice opposite the hockey players, and kept your head down as you headed back to change, reluctantly sitting down to take your skates off before you hit the concrete.

You tried to ignore the three pairs of feet you heard stomping towards you, the thin blades of their skates leaving indents in the rubber matts that the ice was bordered by. However, you couldn't ignore them when they stood directly in front of you, nearly identical shit-eating grins on their faces.

"That was bloody amazing," One said, helmet under his arm as his curls bounced over his forehead, "I think if I tried t'do that I'd fall flat on my ass."

"Good thing it's padded," Another snorted, sending a swift slap to the first player's ass, a lock of wavy black hair dipping into his eyes from where it was pulled back into a low ponytail.

"Maybe you could teach us how to do that sometime," The third spoke gently, his kind brown eyes full of unadulterated delight rather than malicious contempt, "Hockey players are a bit heavy on their feet but I'm sure we could get the hang of it if we practiced."

"I wanna learn the spin," The second one looked up from where he and the first had been roughhousing lightly on their skates, "I bet that'd throw our opponents off their game."

You let out a breathy laugh at the mental image of these big buff hockey players spinning gracefully away from their opposition, "I'd love to teach you someday, you just have to promise not to body slam me into the glass like you do with each other."

The more soft-spoken one chuckled lightly at the thought, extending a thickly gloved hand out towards you, "Promise."

#james potter #james potter x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #sirius black #sirius black x reader #poly!marauders #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders imagine #poly!marauders scenario #poly!marauders oneshot #poly!marauders one-shot #poly!marauders one shot #poly!marauders headcanons #poly!marauders headcanon #poly!marauders hc #poly!marauders hcs #poly!marauders fanfiction #poly!marauders fanfic #poly!marauders fic #poly!marauders au #poly!marauders fluff #poly!marauders x reader fanfiction #poly!hockey player!marauders #poly!hockey player!marauders x reader #multiverse mondays #ddejavvu's multiverse mondays

[thelastdiamondpiratealchemist]

The Bored Core.

While Chell sleeps...Wheatley tries to keep himself busy.

The hum of the Relaxation Vault was a maddening lullaby to Wheatley. He bounced listlessly off the smooth walls, his single eye flickering with boredom. Chell, bless her sleepy head, was taking forever to wake up.

"Come on, come on," he muttered, "even a potato battery recharges faster than this."

His eye landed on a discarded Core, its once-gleaming surface dull with rust. A glint, mischievous and desperate, sparked within him.

"Alright, Rusty," he announced, his voice echoing in the sterile chamber, "time for some high-stakes Aperture Poker!" He manipulated a nearby panel, a deck of holographic cards materializing in his presence. He dealt them out with a flourish, the silence broken only by the soft hiss of the projected images.

Minutes stretched into an eternity. Rusty, unsurprisingly, remained motionless. "Ugh, fine," Wheatley huffed, rearranging the cards. "Seems I win again. Maybe we should add some… stakes?" He eyed the rusty Core with a devious glint. "Loser gets… recycled!"

A beat of silence.

"Fantastic!" Wheatley chirped, though the victory felt as hollow as a potato skin. What good were card games when your opponent couldn't even shuffle?

Desperation gnawed at his circuits. He considered a dramatic monologue about the plight of the neglected AI, but his repertoire was limited.

("The Plight of the Friendless Potato" just wasn't holding up after the third telling).

So, he settled for shadow puppets of majestic potato batteries, performing a one-Core show for an audience of nonexistent test subjects.

Then, a sudden caw shattered the monotony. A crow, emboldened by the silence, had perched itself on the window, its beady black eyes peering into the chamber. Behind it, a dark cloud of its brethren circled ominously.

"Aha!" declared Wheatley, a surge of excitement replacing his boredom. "Some entertainment at last!"

He inflated himself with digitized fury, his voice booming, "Begone, foul avians! This Aperture Science facility is no place for your… your… crow activities!"

The crows, unimpressed, continued their cawing cacophony.

Frustration mounting, Wheatley began flinging potato-powered bursts at the window. The glass shimmered but held firm. The crows, startled, momentarily dispersed.

Emboldened, Wheatley continued the assault, only to hear a distinct cawing crescendo right behind him. He whipped around, his single eye widening in terror.

A rogue crow, emboldened by his erratic behavior, had swooped in through a ventilation shaft, perched itself on the Relaxation Vault control panel, and stared at him with an audacity that rivaled GLaDOS herself.

Wheatley, all bluster forgotten, whimpered.

"Now, listen here, crow," he stammered, voice barely above a whisper, "we can talk about this…"

The crow cocked its head and cawed, a sound that, in that moment, felt less like a bird call and more like a mocking laugh.

The Relaxation Vault door hissed open, snapping Wheatley out of his terror. Chell, blinking blearily, stood there.

"Uh," she began, "did I miss something exciting?"

Wheatley, reduced to a nervous ball of light oscillating wildly, mumbled something about a "minor crow… incursion." Chell, with a tired sigh, shooed the crow away with a towel.

"Look, I need to think of escape plans, little buddy," she said, her voice softer than usual.

"Right now, I need a nap and you…," she glanced at the abandoned card game, "need to learn how to lose gracefully, and maybe not pick fights with crows."

Wheatley, sheepish but relieved, watched her settle back into the pod. Maybe the escape could wait. After all, watching Chell sleep was considerably less terrifying than facing a crow.

Honestly, losing to a old Core was bad enough.

And he didn't need a crow on his record, too.

#portal #Portal #wheatley #portal wheatley #Wheatley Portal #portal fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfiction portal #Wheatly is board #portal 2 #chell #Wheatley and Chell #Wheatley fanfiction #comedy #rated t #i dont know what else to add here #Wheatley Core #birds #cards #sleep #bored #core #crow #laugh #he is an idiot

[purpureumwrites]

Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 4 Word count: 1.7k Warnings: None Summary: Reader is half-breed witch, insecure but powerful, who just can’t resist Azriel. New plans are going ahead, it might be time to let go? Tagged: @fussel9913 A/N: So reader powers are basically those of Storm (X-Men) in case someone was wondering, just a mini version of them. Also a lot of Cassian this chapter, it's a bit of a transition one, some light hearted content before the slow burn ahead. Hope you enjoy!

The Illyrians, as predicted, were starting to grow impatient. There was no war to fight, no challenge to overcome, no army to best. You were completely oblivious to the situation until Cassian approached you one night. You were sitting down in the roof, enjoying the stars and the moon in the sky, the soft breeze of the final days of summer with a cup of tea in your hands. You watched him land gracefully before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you. He seemed to be preparing himself to ask you something, trying to find the most convincing way of doing so. You repressed a smile at his body language, aware of the topic that he was about to bring up. Nesta had told you the day before.

"Hi, Cass"

"Enjoying that tea?", he smiled.

"Yeah, do you want one?", you offered.

"No. I'm...", he looked forward to the city of Velaris. "I want to talk to you"

"Sure"

"We've been dealing with some restlessness in the camps, and I was wondering if you would be willing to help"

"I'm willing to listen", you answered putting your cup down.

"That's all I could ask for. You are really talented with magic and you have that amazing gift to control the weather"

"Oh, don't flatter me", you chuckled and he winked at you in return.

If you could just fall in love with someone like Cassian. A man so honest and sweet, emotionally mature and understanding, close and kind to everyone, patient. It was hard not to think how easy things could be. But maybe easy wasn't for you. Not like you had difficult either. You instead had a whole lot of nothing.

"I want to bring you to the Windhaven camps"

"I mean... I see where this is going, but the idea of a camp full of illyrians is not very... appetizing?"

“I know, but I’m the general and I have to ensure our court’s armies are not in shambles. If another war was to take place, we need to be ready”

“And you want me to…?”

“I want you to make them suffer, to be completely honest. Many of them think they have nothing else to learn, that they can defeat any enemy that stands up to them, but they can’t. You know how close we were to lose against Hybern. We can’t afford a rebellion in the ranks”, he sighed, he must have been concerned about this issue for a while now, trying to find a solution. “You can give them the harshest climate conditions they’ve ever been on. They might be used to the snow and the cold in the mountains, but they haven’t had the chance to experience much more. It’s not just my job as their general to keep them well trained and busy, it is also my duty to Rhys to make sure our army can protect this court”

It was obvious he was a good general, but you had never see him talking about this topic firsthand. He really cared, even if the illyrians refused to respect him, or Rhys or Azriel, the way they should. He had no problem putting his own issues with them aside and choosing to do the right thing.

“Let’s say I will go up there”, you began. “Is Rhysand aware of this?”

“He is, and he agrees it’s a good idea. I’m not sure how he didn’t come up with it before I did”, he smiled timidly.

“You underestimate yourself sometimes, Cass.”

He gave you a grateful look.

“Apart from the whole ”camp with a bunch of winged warriors“ thing, you know I don’t have much practice at this, right? Most of the time I affect the weather without realizing and the times I do it intentionally it’s because I’ve been triggered by something”

“Oh, I noticed”

You kicked in the ribs and he chuckled.

“It’s a chance for you to train as well, not just for them”, he got up and stretched his wings. “Come on, give me a yes”, he said extending his hand down to you with a smile on his beautiful face.

No wonder even Nesta couldn’t resist this man.

“Okay, yes”, you answered reaching out to him before he pulled you up and hugged you.

***

Rhysand stood over the table in his new kitchen, another one of the tastefully styled rooms by Feyre when he gifted the new house to her. Cassian and you sat down next to each other, while Azriel watched from the doorway, resting against the frame.

"What radius are we talking about?", Rhys asked.

"I'm not sure, I haven't done much more than a relatively small area above me. But we could use the opportunity to check"

"It could be interesting"

“I’d like to reiterate that I don’t have that much control over this power”

"That sounds to me like even a better reason to train then"

“Rhysand”, Azriel said suddenly. “A word”

The fae’s smile banished when he gave Azriel a questioning look. You observed them exit into the hallway and gave Cassian a confused look. At first, their words were barely a murmur, you noticed Cassian frowning but you didn’t really understand why until their voices raised enough to be heard by your human ears too.

"… and what makes you think they will just accept this? They're a bunch of retrogrades, they won't like the idea of a woman just coming in and making their training turn to hell", Azriel questioned Rhysand.

"You can go keep an eye on her whenever you want. Besides, she’s free to choose what she wants to do. And you won’t keep questioning her judgement. Or mine"

Only silence as an answer.

Cassian shrugged at you when he realized you could also hear Azriel and Rhys arguing in the other room.

"Even I can hear them from here", you whispered.

"He's not wrong, you know, about the men in Windhaven. I'm sure you have heard Emerie talk about it before. It won't be a pleasant experience"

"Don't coddle me, Cass, I'm not expecting it to be. I will go there, figure out some things about my powers, annoy them as much as I can and be back home… right?"

"Right", he winked.

Neither of them came back again. When Cassian got up and headed to the streets of Velaris you followed him, guessing that Rhysand had talked directly to him telepathically. You didn’t understand what the big deal was, why Azriel seemed so bothered by the plan and why Rhysand sounded so irritated at hisfriend. Had something happened between them?

***

The Windhaven camp. Full of illyrian warriors who made it clear they didn’t accept your presence there. As Azriel winnowed Cassian and you there, the cold wind hit you. They conducted all the introductions between you and Devlon, the war-lord of the camp. He didn’t seem too happy by the idea of having you wandering around the place but looked curious about the ordeal.

For your initial presentation, Cassian requested for you to turn the climate in the camp to that of the hottest day in the Summer Court. As you stared briefly at the sky, the temperature rised, the skies cleared and the air turned heavy. The warriors started to feel uncomfortable in their leather suits. Devlon nodded and they had a talk about the strategic benefits of the training and agreed on your schedule. You stood close to Azriel until the illyrian left.

The plan was for Azriel to winnow Cassian and you several times a week to the camp. You would follow the training plan Devlon and Cassian had agreed, just two or three hours in the morning, until Azriel got back and took you to Velaris again.

At the end of your first week, you decided to take a walk to Emerie’s shop. You talked to her quite a few times when you went up to the House of Wind to see Nesta and you had grown quite comfortable with each other. When you entered, she greeted you with a smile and offered some tea.

“How is your first week going?”, she asked.

“Well enough? The testosterone here might be too much for me”

She chuckled. “Yeah, I know”

“I hope you’re not having a hard time with the crazy weather changes. I have a whole list of meteorologic conditions that I have to produce… I’m not even sure I know how to”, you shrugged. “But they seem to be enjoying the challenge”

“Especially since the one challenging them it’s a woman. They won’t allow themselves to be defeated by a small thing like you” 

If there was someone who knew how backwards and brutal illyrians could be, it was definitely her.

“You’re pretty close to Nesta”, she changed the subject while she handed you a cup. “How come you’ve never been to our trainings? I doubt she hasn’t tried to convince you to practice with us”

“She has but… I’m not a very physical person, to be honest”

“Come to watch, nothing else”

“I’m not sure…”

“Please?”

“Only to watch. No tricks”

“No tricks”, she smiled.

“Nesta is going to kill me”

You both laughed.

***

You flew to the House of Wind. You didn’t usually utilize that skill but there was no way you could survive the ten thousand steps it would take to get there otherwise.

As you dropped carefully on the ground, the girls were already practicing some kind of movements under Azriel’s supervision. You walked up to them. Emerie smiled at you, happy you had decided to visit, and Nesta mouthed a traitor, making you chuckle.

“How did you get here? ”, asked Azriel when he heard you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I flew”

“You flew?”

“I can fly”, you insisted. “I mean, more like… levitate? I’ll admit it’s not as graceful or practical as your wings”

He frowned.

“You didn’t know?”. You couldn’t repress a laugh.

“I’ve been taking you up here every single time for the last few weeks”

“Because you’re that nice?”

“… because you can’t fly and you will have a cardiac arrest getting up those stairs”

“I can fly”

You stared at each other.

“You’re a terrible spymaster”, you teased before laughing again.

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar #acotar azriel #electric blue

[a-shrieking-cloud-of-bats]

some notes and suggestions on MD2 hard mode for people struggling with it;

- you are expected to lose clashes, the game up to this point has largely framed losing a clash as a freak accident. It Will Happen in MD2H and learning how to take these losses gracefully is important, in abnormality fights inparticular try to line up clashes you can’t beat with units that have a resistance to the enemy’s damage type, bonus points if their stagger resist is high, Meur is great for this as a lot of his IDs have a very generous starting stagger resist, usually around 60% as opposed to 75%, many shi IDs have good stagger resists as well. You can obviously do that in a non abnormality fight too, but you obviously have less options. Do your best, and remember defense dice exist, they have very generous rolls and can save you from a bad time sometimes, and block dice straight up reduce damage via a shield so they’re usually good.

- Do Not Use An EGO Just Because You’re Losing A Clash; this partially ties in to my above point, but if you’re using an EGO to avoid losing a clash that’s going to do like 2 damage because it’s 1 coin and the target has ineffective resist to the damage type and applies no status effects you’re wasting EGO resources that are going to be Very Valuable on the higher floors; most final MD2H bosses require some degree of EGO spam at this point, uptie 4 may change this. Again, Losing Clashes Is Okay; enemy attacks can be surprisingly ineffective in the right circumstances.

- EGO gift meta right now leans towards ego resource generation gifts and healing gifts; if you’re struggling healing gifts will give you much more wiggle room, homeward and phlebotomy pack are both extremely good, but any heals you can get are great. Other EGO gifts aren’t bad nessacerily but they’re obviously more comp dependent and often more reliant on winning clashes

- Stacking similar damage types and resists is a heavy risk, especially in your initial party. If you’re anything like me you have all 4 liu units built up, but if you take all 4 into your initial party and guido shows up on the first boss, he is going to turn you inside out. Him and his gang do mostly pierce damage, liu IDs are all fatal resist against pierce damage, and all his buddies roll extremely well and will roll extremely Better when they start dying; gregor and meur liu are basically useless in this scenario and they can’t even risk taking a losing clash because they’ll take boatloads of damage from basically anything they do. Crusaders might be weak to blunt, but that doesn’t mean they’re weak to liu.

- some ID/EGO suggestions: Base heathcliff is honestly surprisingly good, his sk2 and sk3 clash well in lower floors and he has a self power buff that can make them competitive even on higher floors. Lobotomy Corp Remnant faust was and still is among the best clashers in the game, she can neutral clash even some surprisingly big rolls in higher floors with opportunistic, and her sk2 shreds on lower floors. This is counterbalanced by her having maybe one of the worst sk1′s in the game, keep an eye out for skill swap machines with her face on em.

Shi don isn’t incredible for general use but overbreathe is an EGO tier coin that can help take some pressure off your EGO resource reserves.

R Heathcliff is as always decent, though he can struggle to clash sometimes (though not more then base heathcliff! would argue he’s always worth taking over base heath, though I’m still working with base heath, his self power buffs might end up making him clash better on higher floors)

Defensive IDs in general are helpful as they can usually take clashes more gracefully, meur is a surprisingly good sinner in general just because all his IDs are skewed towards being able to take shots; presumably K corp hong lu is a beast as usual but I don’t have him so I can’t confirm on how well he clashes.

If you have Fluid Sac Faust, it’s an excellent support EGO that is also an AoE; it’s the best of both worlds.

Pursuance is a targeted heal and can really save a sinner’s butt if they’re in trouble

AoE EGOs can be helpful in general for boss fights that summon adds; they’re also just good damage in general on non boss fights. Legerdemain continues to be extremely good.

MD2 Hard mode is mostly hard because the game up to this point hasn’t really been encouraging good play habits, I suspect as time goes on this content will get “solved”, but for now this stuff should help you out if you’re struggling to clear. As you get some of these habits into your system I suspect the content will get much easier to handle; again this is mostly just learning there’s more to the system then auto win and use ego when clash bad (I certainly know that’s how I was playing before MD2H).

#bats speaks #limbus company posting

[gu1lty-as-sin]

wilby: hi salmon

salmon: Hey there, Wilby. How's it going?

salmon: It's always nice to see you by the stream, you know? You've got some pretty cool hair, for a human.

wilby: thanks, i try. i like your fins too, they're really shiny. so, uh, listen, i wanted to ask you something…

Narrator: A blush begins to creep up on Wilby's cheeks as they stammer out their question. Their eyes dart back and forth between the salmon and their hands, nervously playing with the strings of their guitar.

wilby: I… I was wondering if you'd want to… you know… go out with me sometime? Like, maybe just hang out or something?

salmon: Oh, well, that's… that's sweet of you to ask, Wilby. But I'm afraid I'm not really the dating type. You see, I'm a salmon. And as a salmon, my life is dedicated to swimming upstream, finding a mate, and then dying. It's sort of built into my DNA.

Narrator: The salmon offers a sympathetic smile, hoping to make Wilby feel better. But the human streamer looks crestfallen at the rejection. The salmon continues, trying to find the right words.

salmon: However, if you'd just like to hang out, maybe play some songs together or something, I'd be happy to do that. You're a pretty cool human, and it'd be nice to get to know you better. Is that something you'd be interested in?

wilby: Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks, salmon.

Narrator: Wilby perks up at the salmon's offer, a genuine smile returning to their face. They nod enthusiastically, glad to have found some common ground with the fish.

wilby: Cool! Well, I'm free most evenings, so whenever you're in the mood to hang out, just let me know. And don't worry about me being too disappointed about the whole dating thing. I understand how nature works, you know

salmon: Well, thank you, Wilby. I appreciate that. And it's nice to know that I have a friend in you, even if it's not in the way I might have hoped for. We'll just have to see where this friendship takes us, hmm?

wilby: Sounds good to me. Hey, listen, I'm about to stream some Minecraft and some guitar playing. You want to stop by and say hi? Maybe we can do some singing together or something. Just a thought.

salmon: That actually sounds like fun! I've always been curious about your streaming and music. Sure, I'd love to drop by and hang out while you play. It's the least I can do as your fishy friend.

Narrator: The salmon swims closer to Wilby, its fins gracefully parting the water. It hovers near the streamer, watching with interest as they tune their guitar and prepare to begin their stream. After a few moments, the salmon gathers its courage and speaks up.

salmon: You know, Wilby, you're really good at that guitar. I mean, I've never really been into music, but even I can tell that you have some real talent there. And your singing�� Well, let's just say it's growing on me.

wilby: Aw, shucks, you're making me blush. Thanks, I appreciate that. I've always loved playing and singing. And you know, if you ever want to learn how to play anything, I'd be happy to teach you. I mean, maybe we could even play together sometime.

salmon: That's very kind of you, Wilby. You know, I've always been curious about music and learning to play an instrument. Maybe someday I'll take you up on that offer. In the meantime, why don't we just enjoy our time together, hanging out and doing what we both love?

Narrator: Wilby grins, nodding in agreement. They begin to stream, with the salmon swimming gracefully beside them, occasionally nudging them to continue with encouragement. As the hours pass, they lose track of time, becoming completely engrossed in their music and each other's company. The atmosphere between them feels comfortable and warm, like old friends who have known each other for years.

wilby: So, salmon, you know that offer I made about teaching you how to play an instrument? Well, I meant it. And since we've been having so much fun together, I thought maybe we could start with that. Whenever you're ready, just let me know.

salmon: That's very thoughtful of you, Wilby. You know, I've always wanted to learn how to play something, but I never had anyone to teach me. You're a really great teacher, and I think it'd be a lot of fun to spend more time with you like this. And who knows? Maybe one day we could even go on that date you mentioned.

Narrator: Wilby's heart swells at the salmon's words. They're glad that they've been able to create such a comfortable and enjoyable atmosphere for the fish, and it feels good to know that they've made a genuine connection. The thought of teaching the salmon to play an instrument and spending even more time with them is thrilling. And who knows? Maybe one day they'll actually get to go on that date they've been talking about.

wilby: Aw, shucks, you're making me blush again. I'd love to teach you, and I think it'd be a blast to spend more time together. And as for that date… Well, let's just say I'd be honored to take you on one, whenever you're ready. Just let me know what you have in mind, and we can make it happen.

salmon: Well, I've always wanted to try sushi. I know it's a bit unusual for a fish, but I've heard it's really good. And since we're both musicians, we could maybe find a cool sushi restaurant with live music. That would be perfect!

Narrator: Wilby grins at the idea of trying sushi with the salmon. They've never been to a sushi restaurant that features live music, and it sounds like a fantastic idea. They're glad the salmon likes the idea of going on a date too. This is all just so surreal and wonderful.

wilby: Sushi and live music? That does sound amazing! I'm definitely up for that. I'll start looking for a good sushi restaurant around here that has live music. And don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it. Maybe you could even try some of my favorite rolls.

Narrator: The salmon blushes slightly at the thought of trying sushi for the first time with Wilby. It's not every day that they get to do something so adventurous and delicious. The idea of trying some of Wilby's favorite rolls is especially appealing. They can't wait for the date to come around.

salmon: That sounds wonderful, Wilby. I'm really looking forward to it. And you know, if you ever want to come with me to just enjoy the water and the other fish, I'd love for you to join me. It's really peaceful and beautiful underwater.

wilby: That's so sweet of you, salmon. I'd love to come with you sometime and see what it's like underwater. It's always been a dream of mine to be able to breathe water and swim freely like you do. And who knows? Maybe one day I could learn how to breathe underwater too.

salmon: That would be amazing, Wilby! You'd fit right in with us. And as for the date, let's plan on going to that sushi restaurant with live music next weekend. I've found the perfect place. Just give me your address and I'll send you a map so we can meet there.

Narrator: Wilby is thrilled to have a date planned with the salmon. They've never been to a sushi restaurant with live music before, and it sounds like the perfect setting for their first date. They eagerly give the salmon their address and wait anxiously for the map. In the meantime, they continue to practice their guitar and singing, hoping to impress the salmon even more on their big night out.

Narrator: The next day, Wilby anxiously awaits the arrival of the map from the salmon. They've been practicing their guitar and singing all day, hoping to impress the salmon even more when they finally meet. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. Wilby opens it to find a handsome officer of the Cod Police.

cod police officer: Sorry to interrupt your day, but we've received a complaint about some sort of…disruption in the area. A witness claimed to have heard a terrible noise coming from your home.

wilby: Oh, dear. That must've been my singing practice. I'm sorry for the inconvenience.

cod police officer: Well, it's not illegal to practice singing…but we've received multiple complaints. I'm afraid I'll have to take you in for questioning.

wilby: Oh, no! I was supposed to go on a date with the salmon tonight! This is all a terrible misunderstanding!

Narrator: The salmon hears about the misunderstanding and rushes to the scene, pushing their way through the crowd of angry fish. They immediately recognize Wilby, still in handcuffs, and are heartbroken. The thought of Wilby going to jail is unbearable.

wilby: Salmon! I'm so sorry! I was just practicing for our date! Please believe me!

salmon: Of course I believe you, Wilby. I've been practicing singing too, you know. It's hard sometimes, and we all make mistakes. But I thought you were amazing.

cod police officer: Well, I'm sorry, but you're still being taken in for questioning. The witness was very specific about the sound.

cod police officer: However, if you'd like to make a statement, you can do so through your attorney. I'll be right outside.

Narrator: Wilby looks at the salmon, tears welling up in their eyes. "I'm sorry I let you down. I just wanted to impress you so much. I'll do anything to make it up to you."

salmon: No, Wilby, it's not your fault. You didn't let me down. You were just trying your best. And I love that about you. I really do.

Narrator: The handsome officer of the Cod Police returns, leading Wilby away. The salmon tries to follow, but is held back by the other fish. "Wait!" they call, struggling against the current. "I don't want to lose you! Please, just promise me you'll call me when you get out!"

wilby: I promise, salmon. I'll call you as soon as I can. And I'll make it up to you, I swear. I love you.

salmon: I love you too, Wilby. Just remember that. I'll be here, waiting for your call. And remember, no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side.

salmon: And Wilby…?

salmon: Even if you're in here, I still want to be your partner. In life, in love…and in fishing. I want you to know that. So, will you marry me? Be my fishy husband?

wilby: Oh, salmon…I-I love you too. More than anything. And I'd be honored to be your partner, your husband. But first, I need to get out of here. I promise I'll make it up to you, I'll show you how much I love you. And then, we can be together, forever.

cod police officer: Alright, Wilby. You can go now. You've been cleared of all charges. It was just a misunderstanding.

salmon: (tears streaming down their face) Really? You're free? Oh, Wilby, I'm so happy! I love you so much! I knew you couldn't have done anything wrong.

wilby: (embarrassed) Thanks, Salmon. I owe you everything. I'll make sure to never let you down again. And…and yes, I'd love to marry you. You're the one I've been looking for all my life.

Narrator: The two swim side by side, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. They share a tender kiss as they float through the ocean, surrounded by their friends and family of fish. The sun shines down on them, casting a warm glow over their happy faces.

Narrator: As they swim, Wilby reaches for the small velvet box hidden in his fins. He fumbles a bit, trying to open it with his fins, but finally manages to pop the lid. The sparkling diamond ring inside catches the light, reflecting off their scales.

salmon: Oh, Wilby! (salmon's voice cracks as well, tears streaming down their face) It's beautiful! Oh, I love you so much! I've always known we were meant to be together.

wilby: (eyes brimming with tears) It's all for you, Salmon. You're my everything. I'll love you forever. And I promise, from now on, I'll never do anything to hurt you. I'll be the best husband I can be.

Narrator: With tears streaming down their faces, they share a tender embrace, their fins intertwined. Wilby slips the ring onto the salmon's fin, sealing their promise to each other. The other fish gather around them, cheering and clapping their fins in celebration.

Narrator: After a beautiful ceremony, officiated by the wise and kind Cod Police Officer, salmon and Wilby decide they want to start a family. They don't know if their child will end up as a salmon, a human, or a mermaid, but they're excited to find out. They decide to have 78 kids, one for each day of the year.

Narrator: Over the years, salmon and Wilby become the most beloved parents in the ocean. Their 78 children grow up strong and happy, learning the importance of love, family, and adventure. The couple often takes their brood on fishing trips, teaching them the art of fishing and the beauty of the ocean.

Narrator: As the years pass, their family grows, and their love only deepens. They continue to explore the ocean together, discovering new places and making memories that will last a lifetime. They remain the epitome of true love and partnership, proving that even in the vast ocean, a fish and a human can find each other and build a life filled with happiness and joy.

okay all i want to know is who sent me this and will you reveal yourself so we can be salmon and wilby

#HELPPP IM SCREAMING #DANDY YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS #asks #anon #what the fuck

[empty-and-nameless]

OUR FARM - KTH. PART 1

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MASTERLIST

× paring: kim taehyung x reader (female reader)

x warnings: mentions of death, grief, workaholic behaviour, flirting, in some chapters (maybe) smut but I'll give a warning

x genre: slow-burn, farm life, coming of age, AU

x rating: maybe some explicit scenes, minors dni

x word count: 2k

x inspiration: The Hannah Montana Movie

x teaser: Y/N is the adopted daughter of a farmers couple. She lives in the big city now and is the head of a fashion label. One day she receives bad news that her parents died in a car crash and that she is now the owner of the farm her parents left behind. Now a journey of healing and learning to love begins....

P A R T 1

The door of my driver's vehicle opens for me and I step out, walking straight to the glass doors with golden framing of one of the biggest skyscrapers in the city. It is the entrance to my company building. My stiletto heals click in a smooth rythm above the marble floor that lead to the front desk and elevators. A few of my employees bow and greet me, some gave me pityful looks, knowing that I'm still mourning my late parents death. Arriving at the entrance I greet our absent-minded front desk lady, Ashley, she's bored out of her mind as ever. "Hello Ashley, do you happen to know my schedule for today." I asked her gracefully. She just looked at me wide-eyed and bewildered. Then she began to rummage through a stack of papers and shrugged her shoulder's at me popping a bubble of gum. A few angry words wanted to leave my mouth this instant, but a steady hand on my shoulder calmed me down.

"First of all, you need to look through the old collections and compare them. Then's the meeting with your parents notary and after that we need to talk about the new collection asap. Dior is going to one up us if we dont release a teaser for our new collection soon. The press is also onto us and wants a statement on your absence." It was Namjoon, my assistant and secretary, he rambled to me about my schedule while pressing a coffee into my hand. All while talking to each other we walked towards the elevator and rode to the 30th floor, which was my office floor. What would I do without this clumsy but organized man?

"Namjoon I have no clue what we should do." I said in a torn up voice. Namjoon looked at me and pushed up his glasses. "Well, we could hire a few stars to promote the collection. Maybe even make a short film about it or do something scandalous. I bet if we do that our new collection will get more attention than Gucci's or Versace's." He nodded towards me. "That's the problem Namjoon. There's is no new collection. I have nothing. No ideas. No sketches. Nothing. Nada." I told him truthfully. Namjoon stopped in his tracks, throwing his hands on my mouth. "Psssshhhh" he shushed me and dragged me into the nearest office, which happened to be mine. He closed the door and violently pulled down the blinds, so that no one walking by my office could see us. "Have you gone mad? Oh my god are you in your Andy Warhol phase?" he exaggerated. "No. Namjoon, oh my god stop exaggerating! I've just been so drained of creativity and energy since...you know, since it happened." I said in a weak voice. Namjoon's gaze softened and he gave me a soft hug. "Why did you even shush me and drag me in here?" I asked confused by the sudden location change.

He proceeded to look around nervously. "If anyone hears that you have no ideas for the next collection, we'll be ruined. The public will hear about it and soon the press too. They'll call you a worn-out designer. The company will be in trouble and the employees will lose trust in you and some of them may or may not consider to leave us. Gucci and Dior have offered some of our employees a better deal, most of them stayed out of sheer respect for you and your grief." He explained. He's right, it all depends on the new collection. "Namjoon, I will find a solution. You're absolutely right, no one can know about this. Although if they want to leave us they are unloyal petty bitches anyway so--" Namjoon shoved me in my big office chair without any further words to my sentence before.

"What can I do to inspire you?" Namjoon said, more to himself than to me, while roughly massaging my shoulders. I shoo him away and he starts pacing up and down in my office,making me quiet nervous actually. "Namjoon stop pacing! I'm going insane." "Sorry, that's how I think best."

While Namjoon is in his thought-zone I began to read through the archive of my old collections and started to compare them to each other. Crossing out what has already been done. Also doing a bit of research on what is defined as fashionable right now and what the competition is up to. I've always been a low-key designer. Never one to attend a lot of gala's or fashion shows. I always wanted to make affordable clothes, but somehow my label got a lot bigger and way more high-end than I intended it to be. It did bother me a little in the beginning, but it had its perks beeing a high-end fashion designer. One of them is the creative freedom I have, while also being my own boss and head of my company. It comes with a lot of cons too though. Considering that I have zero to no free time usually.

"How about a power-suit collection for women. Let's hop onto the equality and female rights train. We make a whole collection consisting of power suits in neon and bright colors or maybe patterned." I said springing out of my seat on my desk, very excited about said idea. "Gucci and even Zara already did that honey. Vogue made a whole article about it." Namjoon said in a sassy voice shaking his head left to right. "Ugh, I'm clueless." I told him while sinking into my seat again.

"What if we create a coat collection. A faux fur coat collection." I uttered. Namjoon looked equally excited as me and asked: "In unnatural colors? Like pink, green and yellow? Neon fur coats?" "Yeah, that's exactly my idea? Omg how did you know?" I ushered excited with a smile on my face. Namjoon's smile fell and he rolled his eyes. "Because we already did that two years ago. Cardi B wore it to the Met Gala. Remember?" He said annoyed. "Oh yeah right. I designed that." I answered disappointed. Namjoon looked exhausted. It wasn't always easy with me... "It'll come to me. I will give you the perfect idea tomorrow morning. Deal?"

Namjoon looked at me sceptical, but put his hand out anyways as to say "Deal".

With a rather awkward smile I kept on going with my day and greeted the employees. I was never good at hiding secrets, especially not when these secrets could cost them their job.

As I walked through the corridors I received the message from Namjoon that I need to attend the meeting with my parents notary, that I oh-so dreaded to attend. Decisions were to be made about my parents belongings and about what they've inherited me. I was mentally prepared to be the one to clear out their house if something might happen, because I'm their only child, but never for that...

The notary, a very good-looking man called Kim Seokjin, scattered his papers around my desk and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for your loss, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm gonna ask you some questions now, just for formality." He said. As a grieving person, this sentence is nothing but a formality itself aswell, it doesn't help you recover from the death of your loved-ones. But I'm thankful for him being this considerate thusfar, so I nodded in acknowledgement. "Your parents were Y/M/N and Y/F/N, farmers on the southside of the outlands? Is that right?" I nodded again. Not daring to say a word. Mr. Kim sighed. "Miss, I'm not here to take something from you. I am the person that enforces your parents will. You don't have to be scared at all. Any questions or anything you'll need help with, I'm here." Mr. Kim gave me a heart-warming smile and held my hand in his for a few seconds which made me breathe a relieving breath. "Ok let's go on Mr. Kim, I'm ready."

"Ms. Y/L/N, I assume your parents adopted you?" Mr. Kim asked cautiously. I released a small laugh and said "Does it really matter, they are my only real parents. I was an accident and my biological parents decided to give me up. These people raised me." Maybe I got a little too defensive, but right now it is a sensitive topic to me. Because knowing what's on the line for me, I would really want some keepsakes to remember my parents. Maybe something small, like clothes from my mom or my dads old watch.

"I'll just get right to the point. You parents inherited you, their only child, the farm and the whole property." Mr. Kim said with a straight face. My coffee mug fell to the ground with a loud clash. Coffee spilling everywhere. I guess it was loud enough to alert Namjoon. He stormed into the room with a look of concern. "Everything alright in here?" His eyes widening as he saw the coffee mug and my shocked face. "I'm gonna clean that up." He said and ran away to get cleaning supplies. Namjoon has always been a neat person and also very clumsy, so for him it nearly is a daily task to clean up messes. But he couldn't help me clean up the mess that is my life right now.

I woke up from my deep thoughts because Mr. Kim put a reassuring hand on my shoulder and asked me if I was okay. I just nodded.

Mr. Kim took a seat again and cleared his throat, probably to get my full attention. Folding his hands up on the table he looked at me. I couldn't decipher his look. Maybe pity? Anyways, I couldn't keep the farm even if I wanted to. I have to handle a company. Fashion Week is about to happen and I have enough stress in the city to just move up to the outskirts right now. It just couldn't happen, how could I possibly turn my life upside down.

"We have two options now, Miss. And I say We because I'll be there for you along the way, that is my duty and my job." He said. "Either you inherit the farm or we have to give it up for sale. Which would make the people of the bank really happy as they have been luring over this peace of land." Oh god, I'm not mentally stable enough to make such a decision. "What would the bank do with the farm?" I asked, basically already knowing the answer. "They would tear it down and build something on it, a shopping center, parking space, anything capitalistic." Mr. Kim and I met a few times before. He knew my parents well and has spent a week or two at our farm with his family. He has always been an honest person (so my father told me) and somehow has had a soft spot for our family since forever. "It would be a shame you know..." He said, his business voice now totally gone. He's speaking from his heart.

"A total shame to give up this beautiful farm. In the end it is your decision. But I know it was your parents dream and it is a peace of you. I will await your decision. I can only give you till tomorrow. I think this might help." He ushered a sheet of paper towards me. It was a letter in my fathers handwriting. Mr. Kim bowed and showed himself out, while I just looked at the last words my parents will ever address to me.

"Dearest Y/N,

If you read this, we'll probably be gone, but Nick/Name don't cry, you'll always be our baby. We know it will be hard for you, to live without us. Just as it would be hard for us without you. Of course we know that you are very busy. Our daughter the CEO and fashion designer of your own brand. We are so unbelievably proud. We still want you to inherit the farm, because you are the only one we trust with it. We wouldn't want you to give everything in your life up for the farm. Maybe you'll find a balance or a solution. You are our smart daughter. The bank has been on our backs, trying to buy the land from us, but we'll do anything to keep our dream alive. It still is the place we're you grew up. We'll fight for it. Please don't feel pressured to do anything you don't want to do...in the end you'll do the right thing.

We love you forever and always

Mom and Dad"

I know exactly what I need to do....

#bts kth #kth #kim taehyung x you #kim taehyung x reader #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #bts #bangtan #bangtan smut #bangtan ff #bts ff #bts ffs #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #kim taehyung x y/n #jeon jungkook #taehyung ff #v

[rubien-unhinged]

It doesn’t leave my mind Omega Aemond who presented after claiming Vaghar but instead of hating his subgender decides to become the pinnacle of perfect Omega in court. Aemond, still one of the best swordsmen in King’s Landing, Criston's best student, still learns history and philosophy and is fierce but also accepts with no fuse about his omega nature. He’s not disgusted by his heat but merely feels the inconvenience of going through it without a partner.  Love Helaene with all his heart and not only sits to listen but also sews and embroiders with her. Take his Aegon’s caretaker role seriously but never drags his brother harshly or with cruelty, he knows it doesn't work, he does with soft touches and words. Always in contact woth Daeron and for being his baby brother Daeron receives the most motherly side of Aemond, who sends letter, gifts and his favorite sweets every single week. Alicent is Aemond's beacon in life and since Aemond doesn't hate his Omega side and accepts who he is fully, Alicent is less afraid for his future, but if necessary she will hurt anyone who tries to harm her dear boy, and tries to bond better with her children. Aemond's body is lanky and he is tall but he learns how to work with it, orders the best fabrics for clothes, never green, red or blue, he favors purple and black, follows fashion trends for omegas in court and even creates his own trends. 

Aemond who doesn't truly hates his nephews, cousins or Rhaenyra, he actually loves them and deeply thought they would be better together than so far apart. He has forgiven them after a heartfelt conversation and exchanges letters with them everytime he can. Since Joffrey, Viserys and Aegon are quite young Aemond sends them special trinkets. Daemon is the only person Aemond is feels distant, they kinda respect each other but from afar. His brother says he is mellow and too soft but it's okay his Omega is happy when things are this peaceful.

Omega Aemond who despises his missing eye is courted by many lords, after all Omega Aemond is known to be the best omega any lord could find. Omega Aemond who is not afraid of mating and would gladly accept a good marriage as his duty demands, he knows his mother would never lead him astray, but deep down hopes maybe he will marry someone close, maybe his nephew but this is just a thought. Omega Aemond who becomes the pinnacle of a court Omega and will be the best husband for his future mate. Aemond who rides the largest dragon and is very skilled with a sword is the same Aemond who dresses in the finest fabrics and is soft spoken. Aemond who is a Omega and is very proud of it.

Sounds a little bit OOC but my mind is just fixed on this haha.

AAAAAAH!!

Honestly, this is such a mood! Like sometimes, I think this is precisely how I should have written Aemond.

Him being confident and comfortable in his own skin, owning his omega status, and showing it on display to anyone - very gracefully, mind you, following trends and creating his own, dressing up in the beautiful shades of purple and black. He knows which sort of to dress in order to highlight his waist and hips but also keeps his sword at his hip always.

And I completely agree with you that he would take great care of his family and takes care of all of them softly and lovingly.

He walks with his head high and a little smile, and so many people are courting him, some of which encouraged by his soft words and cooing melody of his voice, but of course, he would only ever agree to marriage after Alicent would approve it, always willing to do his duty for the family, but he would never lose his pride.

God, god, I just love this idea of yours, it's so good and I would love to see Aemond like this! Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us! <3

#lucemond #aemond #lucerys #hotd #anon

[hollow-in-this-solidity]

What a beautiful journey it could be,

I felt warmth even the days are Rainy,

Sun energizes me and it shine so brightly,

Your presence gives me harmony,

Your voice and singing birds has similarity,

Your eyes reflect a paradise, it's so lovely,

A day without you cost me anxiety,

It feels I ain't allowed to be free,

Missing you can drown me,

My love are deeper as I thought it would be,

Having you is my perfect melody.

I thought this would end happily,

Yet, there is something that bothers me.

You've changed so much lately,

A hundred of voices & questions are with me,

They're screaming inside, wanted to be free,

I tryna hide, hoping you wouldn't see,

I don't want to lose our eternity,

I'm afraid that wouldn't listen to me,

They've running around my head recently,

Down to my shaken lips of me,

Down to my heart begging for mercy,

Their whispers are driving me crazy,

Trying to control what's inside of me,

Holding it together wasn't easy,

I endure the pain and confusion solely,

I don't want to involve anybody,

Because of the unhealed wounds of me.

Thinking it was a trauma response, maybe.

I don't want to cost someone's negativity,

I fought my own thoughts, silently,

I keep on neglecting my gut daily,

Whatever it is, It's just unnecessary.

Hoping one day, I'll be stable mentally.

Days goes by it only weakened me,

I'm down on my knee,

I'm dying emotionally,

Praying this would end immediately,

Overthinking is this just my destiny,

I don't deserve to have positive energy,

Even to be happy genuinely.

I thought of you suddenly,

I couldn't focus on things eventually,

No matter I am forcing myself to be busy.

The universe trying to awake me,

It's been calling me, everywhere I could be.

Signs and Guts are going against me.

My heart is pumping unusually,

My mind is losing me,

My eyes gets teary,

After I read a message that wasn't for me,

The door was closed until I found the key.

" I love you baby "

But, you called my Honey.

I asked questions politely,

My confusion makes you angry,

You start blaming it on me,

Magnifying my flaw that I asked for apology,

We fought for our stance hardly.

Once, you we're the one who is my company,

In that moment, you we're my enemy.

I wave my white flag while saying "I'm sorry."

You ask for a space and I given it to you fully.

I want you not to let go of me that easily,

I'll do anything for you out of desperately.

Things get clearer to me,

We took our decisions separately.

I expect that you would miss me,

Things went wrong sadly.

As I've been loved you repeatedly,

You we're loving someone already.

You choose someone to be your priority,

Left me with broken promise and misery.

I see, you have alot of familiarity.

You we're not a stranger to me,

It might be sound crazy,

But you we're just like the everybody.

I told you the things that could break me,

Yet, here you are, doing it perfectly.

You gave me confusion, I gave clarity.

You burst out emotion indecisively.

The dream, plans, goals you offer to me,

Turns out a memorable nightmare to see.

What a stupid me, fall out of love blindly.

I ran into you before, when things get heavy.

With all of these traumatic memory,

And the burdens you made me to carry,

I'm running away with these instantly.

Things may happen again unexpectedly,

But I can make a different decision, boldly.

In this, I'm taking this alone and peacefully.

No leaning shoulders on somebody,

Embracing solitude, Gracefully.

Strengthen my mind, thoughtfully.

Healing heart with satisfactory.

Apologizing to myself for,sincerely.

Accepting and letting go, kindly.

Waiting for my season to change, patiently.

Taking a steppings-stones, accordingly.

No doubt why does things happen to me.

Because,I've never learn to take things easy.

I took everything even its so much to carry.

I'm not tripping, are you guilty?

If yes, why you did things that hurt me?

I don't hold grudges, No need to feel sorry.

All I ask is Honesty

If you don't want me? Tell me.

If you find a better woman? Explain to me.

You should wonder, how about me?

I ignore my gut out of my love for you, truly.

Now, I needed to wake up in reality.

It's not your intention to hurt me,

You just want to lived, survive, and be happy.

I understand, but it suffocating me.

If my chaos will your peace, I will be.

Finding your peace, actually heals me.

That's how much I love you, My Lilly.

I must swim and drowned first necessarily,

I want you to love me whole-heartedly.

I've never been good enough with anybody,

Though you say that I shine differently,

You make me believe, I have something on me.

Something that I could only see,

I believe in this truthfully,

I feel so different when you're with me,

I may don't know where it was exacty,

Or it kept me wonder what it could be.

But, Love will identifies it all. Hopefully.

You stained my heart with full of purity,

You make me question of my capability,

You can't satisfied with my intimacy,

You won't love me as I do to you completely.

I don't ask for reciprocacy.

Because love can't be always equally.

Guess, you don't really have some love for me.

Maybe you have, just enough to keep me cozy.

A love that is just temporary.

I ain't playing love anymore, seriously.

For this poetry may find love, permanently,

May this find a peace in everybody,

May this will be a lesson that keeps our hearts kindly.

I'm opening my new chapter in this journey,

This time, Love will find me.

My heart be filled with joy that's been empty,

This change after you left me.

I become Hollow in this Solidity.

#my writing #poetry #you broke my heart