#look kids i can't help but screech about fics i love

[ghostiexe]

Teacher AU!Wilbur x Reader

hello fellas i'm back with another wilbur fic he has been all i can think about for the past several days. take this

wordcount: 1,461 (part 1/?)

as always this is not proof read sorry lads

part 2 here

Being a teacher is not the job you thought you’d end up with when you were doing career planning in 12th grade, but here you stand. 

Back in the same high school you swore never to return to. 

Oh, well, then. At least you have mediocre pay and little to no benefits, right?

You sigh and drop a box onto the desk in your mostly empty classroom. It’s bare and almost liminal in a sense, and you can't help but feel creeped out. 

You step back from the desk and examine the room with your hands on your hips for a moment before shaking your head. This setup is awful, you decide. Time to change it up a bit. 

You get to work pushing desks across the room, trying to ignore the screeching of metal against linoleum. You’re already sweating and it’s only been a couple minutes since you made the decision to completely change the room. 

You huff softly as you drag another desk, having two of the legs lifted slightly off the ground. Suddenly, you lose your grip on it, and it falls directly onto your foot. 

“Fuck!” You exclaim, yanking your foot out from under it and pulling your leg up protectively, bouncing slightly as you try to keep your balance with your one foot on the ground. Suddenly, you hear a soft knock on your doorframe and you whip your head around to see who it is. 

You’re met with the sight of a concerned looking, very, very tall man. He has a mess of curly brown hair and glasses that are too big for his face, though you can’t help but think they suit him. “Um… Are you alright?” He asks, gesturing to your foot, which you realize you’re still holding. Your face flushes and you put your foot back down on the ground, tucking your hair, embarrassed. 

“Yes, I’m okay.” You assure him, laughing awkwardly. “Sorry, uh, for my language.” You apologize, and he cracks a small smile. 

“It’s okay.” He assures you, leaning against the doorframe. “Is this your first year teaching?” He asks, sounding genuinely curious as he looks you up and down. You nod. 

“Yeah, it is.” You admit, starting to drag the desk again. The man winces at the sound. “Do you need help?” He asks, and you nod instantly. 

“Yes please.” You say, sighing in relief. He walks over and lifts the other side of the desk, following your lead when you take it to the corner of the room. He clears his throat as the both of you work. 

“So, I assume you’re the new English teacher, then…?” He asks, and you nod, stepping back to look at your now rearranged room. You hum softly in approval of the sight. 

“Uh, yeah, I am.” You say, realizing you haven’t introduced yourself. You wipe your palms on your pants and reach out, offering your name and a handshake. He accepts. 

“I’m Wilbur.” He introduces himself. “Though you’ll have to refer to me as Mr. Soot in front of the kids, I suppose.” He says, shrugging. You smile gently. 

“Well, Mr. Soot, I appreciate the help.” You tell him, and he nods, glancing away and then back to you, looking a little shy. 

“It’s no problem, really.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his head. Your attention is drawn toward his outfit, then, and you let out a startled laugh. 

“Is that The Front Bottoms? No way, I love them.” You say. He looks a little surprised, but nods eagerly. 

“It is! You like them?” He asks, the nervousness slipping away slightly. “Yeah, of course!” You say, beaming up at him. “I’ve seen them in concert twice.” Wilbur groans at the news. 

“Unfair, I’ve been wanting to see them for forever.” He says with a small pout. You giggle. “Well, I wish you luck on getting tickets.” You say, lazily saluting. He laughs softly. 

“Well, now I’m glad I wore this shirt today.” He says. “You’ll probably not see me in it again for a while, I don’t dress casually on school days.” He says, crossing his arms and leaning against your wall. You hum. 

“Oh? And what do you teach, again?” You ask, and he sighs. “Oh, God, good question. Well, I’m supposed to be the History and Geography teacher, but the board found out I can play instruments, so now I’m supposed to be teaching a combined history-slash-music class. I had to plan the whole class in a month.” He complains, dragging a hand down his face in exasperation. You wince. 

“Yikes. That sounds interesting, though. How did you manage that? Is it, like, just exploring the history of music?” You ask, and he nods.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He admits, rubbing his arm. “It’s probably gonna be a shit class, since I barely had time to put anything together.” He says with a sigh. “But I’m supposedly the ‘boring’ teacher anyway, so it’s not like I have a reputation to uphold anyway.” He says sarcastically. You frown. 

“Boring? You don’t seem boring to me, why do they think you’re boring?” You ask, genuinely bewildered. He winces. 

“Ah, well, I was a new teacher last year, so my lessons were very, uh, by the book, I guess you could say. I didn’t really put any of my own spins on the lessons or anything because I was too focused on trying to drill information into their brains.” He says, sounding a little embarrassed. “Ahh, I see.” You say sympathetically, nodding. “Well, what do you have planned for this year?” You ask, gesturing for him to come sit at your desk with you. You grab one of the plastic chairs for yourself and let him sit in your spinning chair. 

“Well, I’ve been trying to think of ways to spice geography up, so I found a couple games I thought might be interesting to have them play in class.” He says, tapping on his chin thoughtfully as he sits back in your chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I might have them playing Geoguessr.” He says, resting his hands on his lap. “Oh, that sounds fun!” You say, clapping your hands lightly. “I wish I could do something like that for my class.” You say. 

He turns his gaze back to you. “Well, what grade are you teaching English for?” He asks. “Because if you’ve got freshmen and sophomores, I’d say it’s probably not the best idea, but if you’ve got the juniors and seniors, you could definitely do something with them.” You nod. “I’m teaching for juniors and seniors, actually. But I have a senior creative writing class, too.” Wilbur looks pleased at the news. “Oh, really? What’ve you got planned for creative writing?” He asks, smiling softly. “I always like seeing what the students come up with, some of the kids from last year were actually really good.” He says. You smile back. 

“Well, I’ve planned a unit on the butterfly effect, but I also want to do some poetry next term.” You say, tucking your hair behind your ear and gently tapping your fingers on the desk. Wilbur hums thoughtfully. 

“Well, poetry could be fun. I’m a shit poet, honestly, but I mean, at least they make for good song lyrics?” He says, wincing slightly before waving his hand to dismiss the topic. “That will be fun, though, I think. Is it an elective or required class?”

“Just an elective.” You respond, tucking away the comment about song lyrics for later. You still your hands and place them flat on the desk. “Thankfully. I don’t know if I could force a bunch of uninterested kids into actually doing the work if it was required.” You say, shaking your head. He makes a sympathetic sound. “Yeah, I understand. Sometimes I wish that I taught more elective classes, but there’s not really many history or geography related electives I would be eligible to teach, anyway.” He says, chuckling to himself. “Maybe if the kids drive me crazy enough I’ll just give up and have ‘em watch Crash Course videos for the whole class.” He jokes, and you giggle softly. 

“If only, if only.” You say, sighing dramatically. After a pause – a few moments of comfortable silence – you speak up again, clearing your throat. 

“So how’s the cafeteria food here? Any good? I mean, when I went to school here it sucked, any developments?” You ask. “Oh, you went here for high school?” He asks, before shaking his head. “Unfortunately no, by the way. What year did you graduate? I graduated in ‘18.” He says, pushing his large glasses up. 

“Oh, I graduated in 2019. We’re only a year apart, that’s cool.” You say, then glance at the time. “Shit, it’s nearly five.” You say, frowning. “I need to finish setting up my room.” You say, standing up and sighing. He nods in understanding. “That’s alright, I’ll leave you to it.” He says, standing up too. “Unless you need help, still?” You shoot him a grateful smile but shake your head. “No, it’s alright. Thank you, though. For helping, and for keeping me company. I’ll, uh, see you around?” You ask, and he nods. 

“Yeah, of course. I’ll make sure to drop by your classroom.” He says, running a hand through his curls. “And, um, don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything.” He adds, sounding a bit shy. 

“Of course, thank you so much, Wilbur.” You say, grateful you’ve got someone to talk to now. You smile at him, though it looks a bit exhausted. “I’ll see you Monday.” 

“I’ll see you Monday.” He agrees, waving at you before stepping out and walking down the hall to his own room. The second he walks away you have to take a moment to breath. 

What the fuck, he was cute.

#wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot fanfic #wilbur x you #teacher wilbur #teacher reader

[rillils]

*me pushes you aggresively!!!*

RILS LISTEN. LISTEN RILSS i can't believe you just wrote a story based on my f1 steve. i was completely mesmerized by it that i accidentally squealed so loud at work and had to quickly cover my mouth. one of my coworkers looked at me and said "you okay?" and i said yeah, but truth is NO! I WANT TO ROLL ON THE GROUND AND SCREAM WHILE HOLDING MY PHONE🤣haha oh dear, i'm gonna think about your delicious writing piece for the next few months (especially the one where steve was in the sunset, the kissing scene and bucky's cigarette drop💖 THATS JUST SO MMMWAHH MWAH MWAH). ashdjfdk i love you rils. i love how you react so gleefully towards others' people work including mine (even though i'm still learning how to draw🥺), you always make me swoon with your words and your support is the reason why so many ops continue to pursue their arts hehe. thank you so much my precious. now pls take this little feisty steve💓

AYA MY SWEETS 💖💕🌷💛💫💞✨💖💕💖 AKDHSUHSJSK I LOVE YOU

This is one of sweetest messages I have ever received in my entire life, and I'm still smiling like a complete dumbass BECAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FJDHKSLSK💕💕💕 I wish I had the skills to write a whole fic based on your art, rather than just a silly little headcanon screamed in the tags, but!!!!! Your art is so inspiring, sometimes I just can't help myself!! IT'S TOO GOOD AHGDUSHSH 💕💖✨💞✨ I'm not kidding here darling, your art tag is an actual treasure from start to finish and I want everybody to know that 💖💖💖 And yes, I will absolutely confess that I have a soft spot for your Steve art, and every time I see a new post, a new AU by you, all I can do is SQUEAL SQUEAL SQUEAL AND SQUEAL SOME MORE

You might still be learning, but your art has such a beautiful, delicate, soft quality that I can't even describe, it's like- like if strawberry milk and peach flavoured yogurt had a baby, you know?? That sweetness! That delicious velvety creaminess!! Aya my love, your art isn't just art, it's a whole mood, it's its own brand of aesthetic, it's a feeling! an emotion!! And it's gorgeous and I love it!!!! with my entire heart!!!! and I'm gonna tell everyone willing to listen!!! And I believe that art always shows a little bit of the artist who created it, and your art radiates pure beauty, pure sweetness, pure love coming straight from your beautiful beautiful heart, 'cause you're gorgeous inside and out, my dear 💖💖💖💖💖

You, and all the amazing talented artists in this fandom, bring me so much joy every day, making all this wonderful art about these two boys that I love so dearly, and when I get silly in the tags (aka all the time, let's be real xD), that's just me trying to convey how happy you guys make me, and how grateful I am for every single work of art I get to enjoy thanks to you all 💕💕💕

I love love love love you sweet Aya, and also I'm 100% stealing that little feisty Steve because *SCREECH* HE'S PERFECT!!!! 💞✨💕💖💫💓💞

I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!! MWWUUUUAH

#writeyourdarlings #personal #BLESS YOU 5EVER AYA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AHSDKJASDKJHSGDJFHDKFLJK #SIMPING OVER YOUR ART ON MAIN #ALL DAY EVERY DAY #'CAUSE HONEY: IT GIVES ME LIFE #SENDING KISSES AND SMOOCHES AND FEISTY STEVIE'S YOUR WAY

[kookies2000]

Finally done with 80% of my newest Owl House fan fic "Dream Among Destiny and Stars" I'm finally gonna update the first chapter either today or tomorrow. Just need to edit and write one more scene. But because I'm super excited and can't hold it in any longer! I'm gonna release this scene from the first chapter. It became a favorite of mine.

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"Everyone gather around!" They all heard Raine announce. They held up a bouquet of flowers and announced "According to human culture, whoever catches this bouquet of flowers will have the best luck in love…."

Faster than Luz can blink, Hunter was gone and in the group of people. Raine turned their back to the group and waited a few seconds. Eda had her phone out, ready to record. The group consists of students from Hexside and Vee. All of them had determined faces.

"Ready?" Raine was unaware of the tragedy that was about to happen. The moment they threw the flowers, roars of voices filled the room followed by crashing sounds. They didn't even want to turn around to see what was happening. All they needed to see was Eda happily recording the event. Crash after crash, scream after scream, the moment lasted much longer than Raine anticipated.

"Grimwalker! You'll pay!" Bochas voice roared in anger. Raine gulped down when they noticed the room lit up from a fire ball. More screams followed.

"Put it out! Put it out!" Marry screamed as loud as she could. Sounds of clothes slamming against her could be heard.

"Puddles no!" Vineys cried out. Puddles was screeching so loud it nearly blew out the eardrums of anyone in a mile radius.

"Don't eat it!" Edric yelled. Raine squirmed from the sound of kids trying to force open the mouth of a Griffin.

"It's mine!" Boscha laughed before the sound of her being tackled was heard.

"I deserve it!" Skara cried out.

"You're already dating Viney! Let me have this!" Borcha angrily cried out. The two girls screamed, the sound of dresses ripping and hair ties snapping was all Raine could hear. Until another screech from Puddle filled the air. More lights lit up the room. Illusions sparked blue here and there. Fire illuminated red everywhere. The sound of potions being shattered open were followed by a bright yellow light. Raine didn't need to turn around, they could see it in the shadows.

"No!" Edmira sounded horrified. With the help of a red light, Rain saw Puddle's shadow throwing the flowers in the air.

"It's mine!" Amity somehow joined the squabble. Raine could hear multiple footsteps running away and out of the room. From a good distance, they heard nothing but the sound of footsteps running in circles. At long last, it stopped. The sound of chaos finally stopped and the lights dimmed down. Raine let out their breath that they didn't even know they were holding in. The group of kids sounded disappointed as a small splash was heard.

"Well, that's that." Gus sighed in disappointment. Only a few seconds passed until it was interrupted by running sounds. A loud splash caused the whole group to gasp loudly.

"OH MY TITAN!" The whole group screamed in terror.

"HUNTER!" The sound of a mortified Willow was enough to make Raine turn around. Everyone gathered outside and looked down at the ocean.

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Super excited to upload this!!! Can't wait!!!

Summery of my story: Luz had it all. Friends, family and magic. She wouldn't ask for anything else, she couldn't. And now she had kids on the way! It was a dream come true, but even dreams turn to nightmares. For ten years she hasn't seen her friends or even her own wife. And she wanted nothing more than to reunite with them.

Ships: Luz and Amity. Raine and Eda. Hunter and Willow ( the one with the most angst). Gus and Mat. Happy Pride Month as well!!!

#the owl house #owl house #lumity #raine x eda #huntlow #toh winter #fan fic #happy pride 🌈 #none binary #bisexual #raine #eda #raeda

[vaadalt]

Cyberpunk fic : One gig,V. Just one gig.

Hellooooooo lovely people ! i was talkin' 'bout a cyberpunk fic with my oc i created, Timur. Here we goooo !

TW : Violence.

word count : 2140.

"Are you sure about that guy? You know I work alone... Rogue."

One eyebrow twists on the older side while it's V's stomach that twists. Oh shit, looks like Rogue is pissed. Even if this mask of coldness is well anchored on the face of the woman with gray hair.

"I've got good mercs V, this gonk is a pro'."

V raises his eyebrows. He can't understand why Rogue wants to bring him, he's still a mere baby in the eyes of the after-life greats? It annoys him a bit. But he's drawn from these thoughts

"It's the Maelstrom, they aren't children."

"That's mean Rogue She's implying that you can't manage a gig on your own."

Silverhand's signature voice is heard as he materializes next to the oldest lady.

"Johnny shut up, don't be crazy. I'm already struggling to deal with Rogue, I'm playing my balls and my salary!"

A mean smile comes to rest on Silverhand's lips. Followed by a laugh…which V doesn't often hear.

"You're talking out loud Kid, that gonk Johnny is giving you trouble? I can calm him down…huh Johnny, are we talking about your boner breakdown when you took too much drugs ?"

"Liar and bitch. I'm out"

He surely dematerializes the blow in his ego which makes him flee.

V sighs a little, before looking into Rogue's eyes, she inspires him with so much respect but so much fear.

"Thanks Rogue…well what's your gonk's name?"

"Timur."

" He sound like a scanvenger. Don't like this. ''

Rogue's eyebrows frown. Seems like V struck a chord, he's always been good at reading people's emotions.

"Timur is a good guy. I'm sure you'll love him. Give me five minutes I'll call him."

She grab her phone start the call. V watching the scene carefully. The phone is ringing. Sounds before bad hardbass music is heard loudly.

"Timur? Yeah it's Rogue.. fuck ! turn down your shitty music! You really have shitty taste. …Got a job... yeah Maelstrom stolen an shard …. You gotta test me a kid who has the gig .

Yeah, V how did you guess? Okay, nova. Thanks. "

V hallucinates, as much as Johnny who reappeared next to the latter, Rogue… nice and who says thank you? We swim in delirium.

"V, wait in front of the bar. He'll pick you up. "

"Thank you Rogue."

V decides to go straight up, not preferring to wait at the bar. The latter comes to lean against a wall, taking out a cigarette which he lights, while Silverhand appears in front of V.

"V… I know Rogue wouldn't fuck ya' violently… but watch out. I don't trust this guy. ''

“Me neither Johnny. ''

But, in the distance… Quite strong hardbass is heard, while a van screeches its tires, coming to park in front of V. The window is lowered, letting smoke escape.

A rather broad-shouldered man, with a caricatural and rude face, a badly trimmed beard. Mixed blue and brown eyes come to rest in those of V.

"You're V comrade? ''

“Eh… Yeah, I guess you’re Timur? ''

“Da! ''

The door opens, revealing a man…. Smiling. V hesitantly climbs up next to him, the man coming to hold out his big hand. V shake Timur hand. As he concentrates a little more on the face of the famous Timur… Jet black hair crushed under a heavy newsboy hat, Dark circles under the eyes of the man supposes that he is sleeping very little. Then, the missing front teeth didn't help give him a reassuring look even though he was smiling.

The tattoos, with the theme of Russian gangsters on the throat, on the arms as well. V deduces that he is hiding more tattos. But no time to procrastinate, the door closed and the belt buckled, while the crazy crushes his foot against the accelerator. Starting on the wheel caps, heading towards the objective. As V holds on as he can, as Timur lets go of the steering wheel to search in his pockets… Under the gaze of a panicked V.

“Fuck…FUCK! LOOK AT THE ROAD! “

“Don’t worry baby-boy… I have to give you something…. AH, THERE YOU GO ! ''

Timur pulls out a shard that he tends to V.

“What ya need to know, on the shard. ''

Except V… Has slightly glitched. He has just realized the depth of the voice of the man at his side. Then… It also have hard time to understand him, for a big reason, the thick accent of Timur.

V understands what he has to do. He takes the shard, inserting it into the neural port before seeing what he needs to retrieve. A shard that contains sensitive data on one of Night-city's next political candidate.

“How long have you been working for Rogue ? she sees you as a gonk of confidence. ''

“A few years now. But… It's not about me that we should talk, you're the next star of the mercs world V. ''

“That’s why you serve as a babysitter. ''

Say V, ironically. With a slightly playful gaze, shifting his gaze to Timur. Who frowns a bit.

“It will avoid taking a bullet in the skull. If Rogue asked me to come with you, you have potential. We don't waste the good blood."

V, raises his eyebrows. A little… surprised at the response of the man driving.

“Because guys from the Afterlife talking about you, much more than you think. Your shit at Konpeki plaza mainly, but ya got balls baby-boy. The world respects that, to have balls. ''

'' Uh thank you. ''

'' Don't thank me, I'm telling you what's on my mind baby-boy. But don't you imagine I'm going to give you a hand. I'm just here to watch you. ''

'' But…''

'' There's no but. It's your time to shine. ''

The discussion passed the time well, since they arrive at the warehouse where the Maelstrom is housed. Timur parks discreetly, unlike his departure from Afterlife. The Russian comes to give a new shard to the youngest.

'' Don't panic, there's no trick. it will connect you to the screen of my phone. it will allow me to act if you do shit. ''

V inserts the shard again, the settings adjusting as Timur picks up his phone, calling V, who picks up and exits the van, surveying the scene.

'' You hear me ? ''

'' Five on five. ''

“Nova, go now. good luck. ''

V comes to pull out his silver pistol, removing the safety and checking the number of bullets. As he decides to take the air route, starting to climb. To pass through a window, jumping quickly on a man from the maelstrom whom he comes to knock out with the butt of a pistol.

“Good job. ''

The Russian congratulates him on this great proof of flexibility… While V crouched down to move forward, breathing in the smells of the territory of cyber-metalheads. The ferrous smell of blood and implants, drugs, piss and vomit. Because the guys are not really clever and piss in all possible corners.

V does silent neutralizations. Seeking in the complex where is his objective is.

Timur, meanwhile, was taken out of the van to open the trunk doors, revealing a diverse and varied arsenal of weapons. Preparing in case things go wrong. The calloused hands come to regulate the weapons, pushing themselves in an almost ritual meditation. Whistling the anthem of the Motherland.

“I have the shard. ''

V voice resounds in Timur's ear.

"Nova, get out of here."

V begins to sail backwards when…

“Hey you there! you're not from the group, kill him! ''

Indeed, it started well, but it ended badly. Gunshots are heard, followed by some growl from V.

“V? baby boy? SHIT ! ''

Neither one nor two, the hands of the Russian come to catch, an entirely red light machine gun, with a gold-plated engraving of the sickle and the hammer. He runs, Timur. Walking towards the entrance, reaching out his left arm, activating the arm mechanism. Taking out a cannon, a projectile launch system, coming fired to blow up the door. As he steps inside.

Adrenaline rushes through his heart as he runs to a main room, where he finds V stabbing a knife into the skull of a maelstrom, who bands together to knock the two of them out.

Timur's powerful voice crosses the room like lightning in the sky.

“V! down ! ''

The youngest guy down rolling on the ground, guessing what will happen.

The barrel of the light machine gun rises towards the members of the Maelstrom. While the big finger lands on the trigger.

“Oh fuck guys! it's the red bear! ''

Neither one nor two, Timur starts happily killing anything that moves and doesn't look like V.

“Blyat motherfucker! BLYAAAT! That my baby boy! ''

The cartridges fall heavily to the ground. Like the sticky blood that spurts from the bodies mutilated by Timur weapon. the bodies joining the ground too.

V is on the ground, holding his ears and curled up, hoping for the deluge to end quickly, even closing his eyes. After a few seconds, his eyes open again, he gets up. Watching the carnage done.

“Damn, man… You are fuckin' don't joke ! ''

'You're alright, baby? ''

"Yeah it's ok, I thought I was going to die with you shooting like crazy."

A slaugh comes out of the throat of the Russian, who comes to kiss his signature weapon.

"Say thank you to Mother-Blyat. ''

'' Nice to meet ya'' Mother-blyat ''

"Come on, move your gonk ass, we're off. ''

The two leave, Timur puts his things in the trunk, then comes back behind the wheel. Starting on the wheel hats.

“Good V… Baby-boy. You managed, you don't need my help for 90% of the mission. Keep it up and you will do great things. Don't hesitate if you want us to work again ,it will be a pleasure. ''

"Thanks man, I didn't expect that from you. I thought you were going to lecture me. ''

'' shut up V, you've been good. Take your compliment. ''

The two start laughing, quickly coming to park at the Afterlife. Timur grabbing his phone to come and tap a message, which he quickly sends before putting his hand on the shoulder of the youngest.

'' See ya in street Kid. ''

“See you, Red-Bear. ''

V leaves the car, walking down the steps of the most famous bar in town. Arriving in front of Emmerick who seems surprised.

“Hi V. Are you back yet? ''

“Hi Emmerick, yep. ''

“Looks like I have to buy Rogue a bottle. ''

'' Sorry ? ''

"We bet you were going to come back tomorrow."

V sighs, as the colossus of animals lets him pass. the doors open so V can step into the bowels of the old morgue. As he prepares to join Rogue's booth, Claire beckons him to approach, the latter still smiling. She sets down a bottle of whiskey, which V grabs.

'' For the boss, thank you V. ''

'' You're welcome. ''

He moves towards the booth, the mass that is Weyland, leaving room for V, who is looking at Rogue, he can see from her blue eyes that she is looking for something. Then, the blue fade, giving way to its natural color.

“Sit down V.”

Without waiting, he sits down putting the bottle of Rogue, who take it,serving two generous glasses. V coming put the shard on the table.

“Perfect, the customer will be happy. Good job V.''

Rogue, slide the glass over to the blond, who takes it in his hand. They come to drink at the same time, while the youngest is struggling to finish the whisky.

The tongue of the oldest slaps on her palate. V has always translated it as: it's good dope.

But V, is surprised while the transaction is done.

“Woah Rogue ! It's more than we agreed. ''

A smirk just appeared on the hard face of the woman.

“You will thank the Bear. He told me: if we succeed, give him my eddies, he need it. ''

Looks like he's like ya', kid. ''

“That’s why he calls me baby-boy…”

Uncontrolled laughter escapes Amendiares, as V blush and looks flustered.

“Baby boy?! Holy shit V! Oh hell... I wouldn't get over it. Talking about that…''

While his mask of coldness returns to rest on his face marked by decades of adventures.

'' Where is he ? ''

"I don't know, he just threw me in front of the afterlife without a word. ''

'' OK… ''

V raises his eyebrows. A hint of sadness in Snape's voice is heard, twice as she shows emotion... Is she sick?

'' V, I'll contact you as soon as I have another gig. ''

“Thanks again Rogue, have a nice day. ''

He stands, seeing Rogue's bothered look. V leaves the booth to go toward the bar, to drink a little. And talk with Claire.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fiction #male v #v #rogue amendiares

[jilyarchive]

put a bow on it

Title: put a bow on it Author: thequibblah Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Smut Chapters: 1 Word Count: 12,032 Summary: The Departments of International Magical Cooperation and Magical Games and Sports always throw a joint holiday party. A pair of unfortunate junior employees are always stuck with planning it against their will. And the party itself is always forgettable. Not this time — not if Lily Evans, a minor miscommunication, and those pesky interdepartmental memos have anything to say about it.

#look kids i can't help but screech about fics i love #and I LOVE THIS ONE #with all my heart #rated e #okay here go the tags #oneshot #one shot #romance #smut #au #quidditch #miscommunication #christmas holidays

[intheticklecloset]

Figured You Out (SK8 the Infinity)

Summary: When Langa gets roped into helping babysit Reki's youngest sisters, their game of tag reveals something about him Reki can't wait to take advantage of.

A/N: My very first SK8 fic! Hopefully I did all right! Lee Langa is literally the cutest thing oh my goodness. I can't wait to write more of him (and the others) in the future! Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 899

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Babysitting was definitely not on Reki’s list of fun things to do this summer.

“Tag!” cried one of his youngest sisters, drawing his attention. He watched as Nanaka tapped Langa on the knee and took off down the hall, giggling hysterically.

Langa cried, “I’m gonna get you!” and hurried after the little girl, who only squealed louder.

Reki winced at the piercing sound, sighing heavily. Langa was a natural with kids, it seemed. He’d been playing with the twins for almost fifteen minutes now, and none of them seemed to be tired out yet. On the one hand, he felt bad for roping his friend into babysitting duty with him, but on the other…he was glad Langa was here. Having company made it not seem so tedious.

He was just sitting up from his position lying down on the bed and moving to get to his feet when Langa suddenly hurried back into the room, sprinting right toward him.

“Hide me!” he laughed, hopping onto the mattress and cowering behind Reki like that was actually going to keep him out of sight.

“Hey – don’t drag me into your game. I’m not playing,” Reki complained good-naturedly, trying to stand up but forcefully held in place by Langa’s arms around his waist, his face pressed against his back. If not for the two little girls charging into the room and heaving themselves onto the bed with them, Reki might not have minded the gesture.

“Tag!” Chihiro giggled.

Nanaka grabbed onto him, trying to pull him away from Reki. “We got you! Come get us!”

Langa laughed as well, although Reki noticed this wasn’t really a laugh like he was used to from his friend – it was more of a high-pitched giggle. When the arms disappeared from around his waist, Reki turned to look back, surprised to see Langa curling up defensively as Nanaka grabbed him by his sides, tugging him away and tickling him at the same time.

“Come get us,” Nanaka insisted.

Langa squirmed, still giggling. “Okay, okahahay! You’d better run!”

Both of the twins screeched and barreled out of the room, making Reki wince at the noise again. Seconds later Langa had recovered and was on his way, unfazed by what had just happened.

Reki stared after them, beginning to smile. So, Langa’s ticklish, huh?

*

An hour later, after Reki and Langa had finally managed to get the twins to lie down for their nap, both boys collapsed onto the sofa in the living room.

“That was hard,” Langa murmured.

Reki stared at him. “Seriously? But you’re so good with them.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I love your little sisters. But they’re…”

“A handful?”

“Yeah.”

“I get it.” Reki smiled, remembering their game of tag earlier. “By the way, I figured you out, Langa.”

“Hmm?” The blue-haired boy tilted his head to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been hiding something from me.”

“I have? What?”

Reki chuckled, suddenly tackling Langa backwards so that his head barely missed the arm of the couch on his way down. The redhead quickly straddled his friend and plunged his fingers into Langa’s sides. “You’re ticklish!”

“Ah! Ahahahahahaha! Reki!” Once again Snow’s usual soft laughter was replaced by high-pitched giggles he couldn’t seem to control, his face lighting up in a smile so bright it nearly made Reki stop what he was doing just to stare in awe.

Thankfully, he was smarter than that.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he teased, scribbling and digging from his sides to his ribs and back down to his belly. “Hmm? Trying to hide it from me?”

“N-Nohohohohoho! It juhuhuhuhust nehehehever came up!” Langa replied through his giggles, squirming at the soft touches that made his nervous system flare to life.

Reki smirked. “Yeah? Well, it’s been brought up now. Take this!” He shoved his hands into Langa’s underarms, beaming when his friend finally burst into actual laughter, arching his back and kicking frantically.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! REHEHEHEHEHEKI!!” Langa cackled, tossing his head back and forth but unable to hide his huge smile. He jerkily switched between clamping his arms to his sides and reaching up to try and stop the redhead. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Quiet down, Langa!” Reki mock-scolded, never ceasing his tickling attack. “You’ll wake the girls!”

“THEHEHEHEHEN STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Reki did stop, sitting back and smirking down at his now disheveled friend with immense satisfaction. He chuckled. “Tickling you is fun.”

Langa’s eyes widened. A tiny blush coated his cheeks. “Um…t-thank you?”

“I want to do it more!”

“N-No, wait, Reki!” Langa squealed as fingers returned to his sides, squeezing and digging and poking at random. He tried fighting back but was too weak to do much of anything. “Reheheheheki!”

“Yes?”

“P-Plehehehehehease!”

“Please what?”

Langa seemed amazingly flustered, his cheeks pink and smile wide and hands flailing everywhere, sometimes even covering his face. “I dohohohohon’t knohohohohow!”

“Well, I do,” Reki replied confidently, reaching behind him to squeeze one of Langa’s knees, grinning when the blue-haired boy yelped and grabbed onto his shoulders, trying to push him away. “I think I should keep tickling you. What about you?”

Langa whined. “Reheheheki…”

Reki waited, but when Langa didn’t actually protest, he shrugged and shot back up to his ribs without warning. Langa yelped, giggling anew, and Reki found he couldn’t stop smiling. Langa was adorable like this. He couldn’t get enough of it.

And apparently, neither could Langa.

#fanfiction #tickle fic #sk8 the infinity #langa #reki #renga #babysitting #cute #fluff #playful #tickling #ticklish #tickle

[ficsandgiggles]

Thumb Wars

I’m dedicating this fic to my really close friend, @tickleeteases. I miss you so so much and I know you received some sucky news recently, so I wrote this with you in mind so I hope it cheers you up!

"Okay yeah, you're both strong and powerful members of the team, but there's no way you'd be able to beat the guys in an arm wrestling match." You told Nat and Wanda with a shrug, sipping your mocktail casually as you sat between the pair. 

You pointed at Wanda, "You wouldn't be allowed to use your magic, leaving you to just be a sweetie pie which no one would dare to hurt, and you..." You pointed at Nat, cheekily poking her nose. "You may be super determined to beat them, but your super cool spy skills would be no match for Steve or Bucky." 

Nat and Wanda looked at each other with raised eyebrows. The three of you were spending some much needed time together and it was great, you watched a few films and had a couple of drinks, you managed to sneak a sip of Nat's cocktail since Wanda and Nat swore to Tony that you wouldn't drink. But other than that, you were having a great time.

"Fine, maybe not an arm wrestle, but a thumb war would be a different story." Nat replied as Wanda nodded in agreement. "Absolutely, these thumbs could destroy anyone." She said with a smirk, wriggling her thumbs, which somehow made you squirm at the sight of them.

You didn't mind being tickled at all, only Bucky had tickled you so far out of all of the Avengers, but you wouldn't complain if Wanda and Nat decided to attack you there and then, but you doubted it would happen, so you just shrugged it off and continued to playfully argue with them.

"Are you kidding? I've seen Steve's thumb lift weights!" You argued with a giggle, picturing a thumb lifting weights at the gym. Wanda just rolled her eyes, chuckling fondly.

"Sometimes it's not about strength, it's about technique." Nat added. "You need to trick the contestant into thinking you're going to go one way, when you're actually going the other, and that's when you attack!" She announced, suddenly grabbing your hand and clasping it quickly, before using her thumb to gently squish your thumb down, making you whine and shove her away.

"Fine... then what about.." You hesitated for a moment, considering if you should suggest a tickle fight. Your face flushed, deciding to push it to one side for now. "A pillow fight?"

Suddenly, you felt a soft pillow whack your face, sending you flying down onto the bed, gasping as you looked up to see Wanda and Nat laughing and high fiving each other. 

"That point definitely goes to us." Nat chuckled, exchanging a look with Wanda before they suddenly turned to face you with huge smirks on their faces. You didn't even notice Wanda using her powers to hold your arms over your head. "You want to know what other fight we can easily annihilate everyone at?" Nat asked, teasingly walking her fingers towards your exposed body.

Your eyes widened, 99% sure you knew what was about to happen, you shook your head as nervous giggles poured out of you, watching as Nat loomed over you.

"Well, we can at least crush you at a tickle fight." Nat smirked before drilling her fingers into your ribs, watching you fall into a fit of giggles. You couldn't help but thrash around as much as you could as you burst into high pitched giggles. "Aww! I knew our little Y/N would be ticklish!" Wanda teased as she sat on your legs and skittered her nails behind your knees, smiling fondly as you let out a squeal whilst trying to buck Wanda off. 

"GUHUHUHUHUYS!" You screeched, arching your back and cackling with laughter as you felt Nat scribble into your armpits. The fact that you couldn't pull your arms down made things a million times worse, but you didn't mind, and you knew that Nat and Wanda would know when to stop, you trusted them with your life, which they had actually saved multiple times.

"What? It's not like you can argue here! We're totally kicking your butt at this!" Nat teased, smiling fondly at you as Wanda moved to scribble into your soles, smirking as this caused you to shriek out with laughter. You helplessly shook your head and weakly pulled at your arms and legs.

"Wow, you really are ticklish!" Wanda gasped as she was quick to give you a break from the feet tickles by moving to join Nat at your upper body. She knelt beside you and spidered her fingers across your belly, the simple motion made you squeal and let out fits of bubbly laughter.

"NOHOHOHOHO I'M NOHOHOHOHOT!" You argued, arching your back once again to try and get a break from the tickles. A bright crimson blush spread across your cheeks as you shook your head and giggled adorably.

"You're not? Then what's this?" Nat asked, scribbling her nails all over your neck, smirking as she watched you attempt to scrunch your shoulders up to try and get rid of the sensation. 

"It seems like you're pretty ticklish to me, Y/N." Nat continued with a fond smile. She loved seeing you so care-free like this, it didn't happen often, but it was precious when it did. Both Nat and Wanda were certain that this was going to happen again to let you feel more free for a bit.

"I DOHOHOHON'T KNOHOHOHOW!" You yelped, continuing to squeal and squirm. "YOHOHOHOU'RE MEHEHEHEAN!" 

"We're mean? I'll show you mean, courtesy of my brother." Wanda announced as she slipped your top up, wasting no time in blowing a huge raspberry on your stomach, causing to to basically scream with laughter.

"AHAHAHALRIHIHIHIHIGHT! YOU'RE NOT MEHEHEAN JUST STOHOHOP!" You yelled, curling up as you felt both Nat and Wanda let go of you, allowing you to shove your shirt down and curl up, still letting out ghost giggles. 

"I-I can't.... why...?" You managed to get out as you still tried to recover, but you couldn't help but smile when you felt Wanda sit you up and pull you into a hug.

"You needed that laugh, Y/N, you've been so down in the dumps recently, we had to do something." Nat told you as she rubbed your arm soothingly. You nodded in response, not really complaining with that explanation since all of it was true. 

"Well, thank you..." You mumbled out quietly with a shy blush, hiding your face in Wanda's shoulder as both women smiled gently at you. 

"You're very welcome, Y/N, now let's go and kick some guys butts at a thumb war." Nat told you before the three of you stood up, heading out happily.

#mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ler!nat #ler!wanda #ticklish!reader #avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic

[iatethepomegranate]

Just a fic about Caleb buying a house in Rexxentrum with Beau and Yasha, and coping with that kind of change and newfound stability (and becoming Professor Widogast). Angst and fluff are at war in this fic.

Chapter Summary: Caleb was loved, in so many different ways, by so many people. The Nein were a whirlwind of chaos and dick jokes, but they were his. And Essek... even when Essek did not use the words "I love you", every word he said and every touch he offered was proof enough. In other words, the Mighty Nein crash at Caleb and Beauyasha's place and shower them with affection.

Notes: Chapter title is from Five by Sleeping at Last. Here's some fluff. Caleb is still Caleb, but everyone loves him and wants him to be happy. Hug your sad wizard friend/research partner/it's complicated.

****

Chapter 2: But something gets lost from a safe distance and now I can't put my mind to rest

There was enough furniture in the house to sleep for the night. After an enormous grocery shop that made gratuitous use of Yasha’s muscles, Beau’s superhuman balance, and Caleb’s telekinesis, the three of them collapsed on the couch.

Beau piled her feet onto Caleb’s lap, resting her head on Yasha’s. “Hey, Caleb?”

“Ja?”

“You good now?”

“I think so.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nein.” Caleb had zero interest in talking about how much he had cried on their kitchen table earlier. He wasn’t ready to process it.

“Cool. Good talk.”

Yasha smiled down at Beauregard, fondly but with an edge to it. “Shh.” She put her finger on Beau’s lips. “Let us just… be quiet for a while.”

Caleb tipped his head back against the couch and closed his eyes. He drifted close to sleep, but Essek’s voice filled his mind.

“Caleb. How was the house? I am in a safe place. I will visit when you have a safe landing spot. Talk soon, love.”

Caleb couldn’t help burst into a grin. “Hallo, Essek. We bought it. Veth gave me the money. Go to the Grove when ready. I will come get you. Ich liebe dich.”

“Gross,” said Beauregard. “You know I can understand you now, right?”

Caleb pinched her ankle. “I remember.”

“Beau,” sighed Yasha.

“I’m kidding. I’m happy you’ve worked things out with him.” She shifted, digging her heel into his thigh. “Look, I don’t give a fuck about your sex life--”

“Good.”

“--but you know you can tell me shit, right? It was just the two of you for weeks, and now it’s… not. Are you okay with that?”

Caleb sighed; he already missed Essek dearly, but he always knew it would be like this. “Ja. We talked about it a lot. We want to be together as much as we can, but we are practical people, ja? I will bring him around soon, for a few days at least. Rexxentrum is not safe for him.”

“Well, good thing you have your own space. I don’t wanna hear that shit.”

Caleb rolled his eyes at her. “We are more likely to stay up late talking.” Sex with Essek was more of a (great) side benefit than a core element of their relationship A relationship they had never bothered to define. It was what it needed to be in the moment.

“That’s even worse, Caleb.”

“How the fuck is that worse?”

Beauregard shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s fuckin’ romantic as shit.”

“Ja, I am sure that you, the woman who makes out with her girlfriend in front of all our friends, is disgusted by romance.”

Beauregard grumbled incoherently at him.

****

Caleb was soon preoccupied with ferrying the Mighty Nein to the new house. He first collected Veth, Fjord and Jester from Yussa’s tower. Kingsley had wanted to explore Nicodranas for a while, without Fjord and Jester’s supervision. They had tentatively allowed it, not that they could’ve stopped Kingsley even if they had wanted to.

“Omigosh it’s so pretty !” Jester screeched upon seeing the house. “The windows are kinda boring, though. Can I paint them?”

Caleb was not in the habit of refusing Jester anything. “I suppose. Ask Beau and Yasha.”

“Which door is theirs?”

“The right. It should be unlocked.”

Jester tore ahead and disappeared inside. Fjord hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, gazing up at the exterior.

“It’s bigger than I expected,” he said.

“Ja, the previous occupant is a professor at Soltryce Academy. She lives alone, and it was too much space for her.”

“You’re okay with that?” asked Veth.

“Ja, she was very nice. She lives on Astrid’s estate now.”

“Trent’s old place?” asked Fjord.

“Ja.”

He whistled softly. “That must be weird.”

Caleb didn’t want to talk about it. “The professor gave us a good deal. I am meeting her for coffee tomorrow to talk about Evocation.” He looked down at Veth. “Thank you for the money.”

“I just wish I could’ve given you more, Cay.”

“It was plenty, Veth.” Caleb led them inside and picked Veth up so he could give her the hug he had wanted for days.

******

Next, Caleb teleported to the Blooming Grove. The grass had grown back where it had once been burned, and the house had been repaired. The tangled residuum trees had held strong, keeping the corruption of the Savalirwood at bay. It was quiet, save for the distant clattering of dishes coming from the house.

Caduceus appeared in the doorway before Caleb had taken more than a few steps. “Oh, excellent. Essek’s in the garden. Go get him. I’ll be out in a moment.”

Caduceus didn’t specify where in the garden, but Caleb assumed he was giving him the satisfaction of figuring it out for himself. Caleb walked further into the grove, occasionally stopping to cradle a blossom or sniff a particularly sweet scent.

He spotted Essek’s broad-brimmed hat first. On loan from the Clays. Caleb approached quietly, watching Essek hover over the bed of a herb garden, wearing the rose gloves Jester had made him while he carefully pulled weeds with a look of utmost concentration. The kind of look that made Caleb remember how attractive it was to watch him work.

As Caleb drew closer, Essek froze. Looked up. Relaxed as his face broke into a smile.

“I am sorry I startled you,” Caleb said, closing the distance.

Essek floated away from the herbs and opened his arms, accepting Caleb into them. “It’s all right. You know I’m a little… jumpy these days.”

Caleb kissed his neck; Essek was taller than him when he floated, and only when he floated. “Are you sure you want to visit Rexxentrum?”

“No one will expect to find me there. It will be fine for a few days.” He kissed Caleb’s forehead, and then lifted Caleb’s chin to kiss his mouth. “I wanted to see your new house. And you.”

Caleb dropped his head to Essek’s shoulder, breathing him in. This was the only peaceful moment they would have all day. Essek tucked Caleb’s head under his chin and gave him a squeeze.

“Caleb, are you all right?”

Caleb laughed softly, remembering the first time Essek had asked him in the heat of battle. “I don’t know. This is a lot.”

Essek kept squeezing; they had both discovered one rough night in Aeor that Caleb found this kind of careful pressure extremely comforting. “I understand. This is a huge change for you. Are you overwhelmed?”

“Ja, very.”

“I hope having me there will help, for what little time I can give.”

“You are already helping, Essek. Danke.”

Essek kissed the top of his head. He had slowly begun to initiate more physical contact, and their time together alone in Aeor had accelerated the process. It let Caleb pull back a bit and let himself accept Essek’s affection once in a while instead of constantly being the one to initiate. It was good. They were good.

Fuck , Caleb had missed him.

****

After saying his hellos and goodbyes to the Clays, Caleb palmed a small stone Yasha had dug from the garden bed behind the house and teleported himself, Caduceus and a disguised Essek. They landed in Caleb’s currently sparse sitting area, as planned.

“This is my side of the house. We are working on the furniture situation.” Caleb took them on a quick tour of the house, and was pleased to find Essek equally excited by the possibilities of the study as he had been.

They then used the door on the middle floor to cross into the other side and down the stairs into the crowded sitting area. Yasha was sitting on the rug, stitching a thick floral fabric to make curtains while Jester “helped” by painting tiny dicks on it. Beau and Fjord were sitting on the couch, watching with a mix of amusement and concern. Veth had probably been with them, but launched herself at Caleb for a hug as soon as he had appeared.

She had more or less glued herself to him since she had arrived, evidently sensing his lack of equilibrium. He was grateful she was there to ground him. For a long time, she and Frumpkin had been all that held together the tattered shreds of his mental health.

Caduceus slipped into the kitchen, but was the least sneaky man alive when he wasn’t trying to prank his siblings. He had a parcel in his hands, brought from the Grove. Caleb followed him.

Caduceus carefully stripped off the brown paper packaging to reveal a small wooden crate, from which he lifted a tea set complete with a kettle. He filled the kettle with water and set it over the fireplace, directing Caleb to light it. Caduceus pulled out a few small boxes of tea and cooking herbs from the Grove, arranging them in cabinets.

“I’ll bring another set next time I visit,” Caduceus promised. “Until then, you are required to spend time with the ladies. No locking yourself in the study and forgetting to eat.”

Essek chuckled from the doorway, knowing full-well Caleb would do exactly that. Repeatedly.

“We’ll go shopping together tomorrow,” Caduceus continued. “There are some things you three need for a good, complete kitchen and I don’t trust you to remember any of them, even with your memory.”

“Thank you, Caduceus.” Caleb was getting emotional again. “I, uh, am having coffee with an Evocation professor tomorrow morning, but we can go after that.”

Caduceus smiled at him. Soft, knowing. “I look forward to it.”

****

The Nein had apparently agreed without Caleb’s knowledge that they would stay on Beau and Yasha’s side for the night to give Caleb and Essek some privacy.

Caleb had ultimately decided to use the larger bedroom (the rest of the Nein may have insisted he treat himself). He was glad for it now that he had Essek in his bed. They were too tired for sex, and not really in the mood, but cuddling is a lot more comfortable when you’re not afraid of falling out of bed.

Essek had arranged things so he was lying on his back with Caleb curled around him. Caleb rested his head on Essek’s chest, listening to the gentle drumming of his heart, while Essek drew lazy patterns on his back with a finger. Spell symbols, mainly. Some Caleb recognised, and some he didn’t.

“This is a good location,” Essek said quietly. “Beauregard showed me a map of the city. It is central, but not too close to anything that would upset you more than the city in general already does.”

“Rexxentrum doesn’t upset me,” Caleb mumbled, halfway to sleep already. He tended to sleep better with trusted company these days.

“Beauregard told me what you said the first time you stepped foot here in years,” Essek said softly.

I don’t know if I can do this. “That was some time ago. It’s… easier now.”

“That does not mean it is easy.”

Caleb sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Okay. It’s not. But that’s not… the last time I had a house was the Xhorhouse, and we all knew that was never permanent. The only home I’ve ever had that was supposed to be long-term… I burned it. The shitty hospital room they kept me in for eleven year was a roof over my head, one I barely remember, and that was… not a home. I was homeless for a long time. I have slept in the woods, in the streets, under bridges, where I could find even the tiniest bit of shelter. Now I own a house .”

“Caleb, I told you in the Grove this is a huge change for you.” Essek’s voice was soft but firm, as it often was when he thought Caleb was being needlessly stubborn or foolish. “You have been through so much , and now you are doing normal things like buying a house and putting down roots. And you have many painful memories here. I believe you will be okay, but you do not have to be. Not before you’re ready.”

Caleb felt foolish for letting this get to him so much. The last few days had been full of nothing but good things. But he was exhausted nonetheless, and eternally a hair’s breadth away from tears. Even in his worst moments, he had never been fragile in this way,  like he was a bucket of water with a hole in it that would leak at the slightest provocation.

Essek pressed his palm down between Caleb’s shoulder blades, forcing him to exhale. “Caleb. Be gentle with yourself. Give yourself time.”

Caleb chucked a little, despite his mod. “That is your specialty.”

“And I have taught you well.”

“The best teacher I ever had,” Caleb said quietly.

“You deserved better. Let yourself have better now, in your own time.”

“I’m trying.”

“I know. Stop pushing it. You know better than anyone it doesn’t work that way.” Essek’s hand slid into Caleb’s hair, cradling the base of his skull. “You of all people deserve patience and kindness, most of all from yourself. I will remind you of this.”

“Thank you.” Caleb pushed himself up on his elbows, finding Essek’s features in the dark. “You know, this is probably the safest I have been in close to twenty years.”

Essek reached up, tucking a strand of Caleb’s hand behind his ear. “Good. You deserve it. Even if I never have a moment’s peace for the rest of my life, all I want is for you to have all the safety and kindness you could ever need.”

“I would give it up in a heartbeat if I could help you.”

“I would never ask that of you,” Essek said warmly, but with a firm edge. “There are a great many things we have already given up. That one is not an option. Of all the people I have known in my 120 years, you deserve a lifetime of peace the most. Even if you will get bored eventually.”

Caleb slid a hand over Essek’s cheek, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. “Remember when we thought we would never be the kind of people who would make big declarations of love at each other?” Because even if Essek wasn’t explicitly saying I love you , the words he did say were dripping with diamonds of unadulterated affection.

Essek huffed a soft laugh. “Most things between us do not need to be said. This does.”

“Thank you, Essek. I love you too.” Caleb rested his head over Essek’s heart once again, and let the gentle rhythm lull him to sleep.

#shadowgast #caleb widogast #essek thelyss #critical role #cr2 #fanfiction #my fics #the pomegranate's professor widogast fic

[hiimsociallyawkward]

the darkest hour pt 2

i'm back with my bs. this is for my bestie @lady-ofmagic-andstars. basically, all of my dumb thoughts while i watched 'darkest hour pt 2', 04.02 of merlin. in case you weren't aware.. ✨spoilers✨

right off the bat i'm sad

ok when i first watched this i was really confused. i mean, you see others when they interact with the dorocha have that perpetual frost on their face right? all of them, every single one. so imagine my surprise when merlin has no frost on his face, and he's miserable yea- but he's not dead??

like tbh, watching this again, ik why but when i first watched this, i was SO confused.

arthur looks so worried slkdjfalskfsd

him being willing to abandon the mission to get merlin back to camelot to be treated 😔🤪😎🤤🤩 lots of emotions

LANCELOT. of course it's lancelot. santiago is perfect. actually.

merlin looks so SICKLY. it physically pains me to see him like that

okok hahaa. the scene where percival is carrying merlin. i have several notes on that.

1) ik it's supposed to be all 'noble' looking. yk? them walking in slow mo, percival carrying merlin like he's been slained in battle. knights looking knightly

ALL I CAN FOCUS ON IS THE LACK OF PROPER NECK SUPPORT FOR MERLIN. PLS TELL ME I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE.

like pls

second note, idk why this remind me of hagrid carrying harry back

idk maybe that's just me but it feels oddly reminiscent

colin is SO pale my heart is actually hurting for him what the heck

asf;lsdjfa;lsdfj 'take me with you' stop.

dude they ACTUALLY care about each other. i just love them. arthur is so worried rn and while i'm like 'alsjfalsdj i don't want arthur to be sad and worried' we can see just how MUCH arthur cares about merlin.

like yea, we KNOW that they care about each other. but arthur is the prince and merlin's a servant so arthur can't have friends, but they're friends, and they care, and it makes me happy

ok it's sad and everything that merlin's basically dying but is it bad of me that i chuckle at merlin SLUMPED over on his horse?? probably.

but i mean, merlin is already raising himself up so he can sit more comfortably on the horse. ik that doesn't mean that he's in the clear yet, but he's doing a LOT better than the other people who ran into the dorocha. idk where i'm going with this

to quote the destiny and chicken podcast (who i love btw, if you want an awesome merlin podcast, check them out), they stay on arthur's face for SO long after merlin and lancelot leave.

i feel EVERYTHING that arthur is feeling in this moment. he's so pretty

there's another beautiful landscape. i'm not even sorry i'm gonna attach them ALL.

tell me that's not gorgeous

LMAO WHAT IS GWAINE DOING IN THAT TREE.

gwaine is the EMBODIMENT of 'boys will be boys' when he sticks his hand into that tree and gets swarmed by bees.

he's adorable and i love him

ok but also, someone tell me why capes are so hot. someone TELL me.

separate from the episode but on the note of capes being hot, i want a cloak SO BADLY. like the whole gist. floor length, big hooded cloak. why?? it's not like i'm sneaking anywhere but still. ✨cloak✨

ok the line where leon goes 'if anyone can get merlin back to camelot, it's lancelot' and arthur's face?? idk what to make of it. someone help me pls.

ok actually this probably isn't the best reaction shot but someone please help

the only thing i can think of is that arthur momentarily forgot and was reminded that merlin was in danger bc of him?

another thought is that he thinks he should take merlin back instead of lancelot?

ik for a fact you guys are better at analysising this stuff than i am so pls, thoughts?

i love lancelot so much. first time i watched this, i was CRUSHED

him carrying merlin to the lake(?) pond(?) area and then covering him with his cape? i love it

ok idk why but i love the idea of merlin instinctively going towards the water

it makes me think back to how he's made of magic and basically everywhere, espeically nature, has magic and instinctively- he wants to connect with nature as much as he can so his body just puts his hand in the water

a dumber thought i had, his hand is ✨sparkly✨in the water HAHAH

omg when the water called lancelot i deadass thought it was freya. i'm actually dumb i have WATCHED this before and i STILL thought it was freya

'a future that has been written since the dawn of time' makes me so proud but also so sad at the same time

it's like, yes, merlin is going to 'save the world' but it's like he's there just to do that. anyways, i just want him to be happy

MORE SPARKLY

these water spirts are op but also MORE SPARKLY. hehe i thin kthat's so funny

also, i'm literally only like 7 mins in. buckle yourself in

l;askdjflskdjf arthur going into the tunnels with the wilderons?? i miss merlin ouch. AND THE GAJA BERRIES. arthur misses merlin.

ok percival tackling gwaine?? cuties ;))

heheheeh gwaine kicking a skull and then running directly behind arthur for protection?? pls stop. i already love you

HAHA OK. THEM WEARING THE GAJA BERRIES ON THEIR FACE REMINDS ME OF THIS FACE MASK . THAT'S LITERALLY HOW I LOOK WITH THAT THIS FACE MASK ON HAHAA

yes im dumb, but the 5 of them slowly peeking over the rock and then ducking back down?? i love that so much they're so cute

omg what's wrong with me. not these knights literally FEARING their lives and me going 'they're so cute'

ANYWAYS

gwaine you absolute dumbass. smh merlin just took it but you just HAD to stab it. #cancelled

FRICK. YOU. AGRAVAINE.

YES. i have a love hate relationship with gaius, but BUST into the council room. king energy right there

smh gaius you pUSH over.

I LOVE GWEN RIGHT HERE

YES

FIGHT FOR WHAT IS RIGHT

DON'T LET ALL THOSE SMELLY OLD COUNCILMEN PUSH YOU AROUND

THIS IS ACTUALLY QUEEN SH!T RIGHT HERE EVERYONE ELSE CAN LEAVE

stfu agravaine 'gueniviere'. ST F UP

ok gwen. pop OFF

you KNOW that arthur would've fought agravaine on this. GO GWEN for speaking her mind

oh look at me with anotehr fic rec. sort of, not really. ok but this scene with gwen talking about all the villagers remind of this fic called To Love, Honor, and Piss Off by @thenerdyindividual .

ok so it's basically a fic where basically merlin and arthur have this 'arranged marriage' type thing for 3 years, and merlin is arthur's 'common consort'. what that means is that arthur marries merlin as a show of good faith and to learn more about what it means to be a commoner- merlin giving arthur the tea about commoner life

anywAYS. check that our if you want, but i loved it

stfu 'i feel the pain as much as you' agravaine. hop off my dick

YES. GWEN. PLANT THAT SEED OF DOUBT THAT AGRAVAINE MIGHT NOT BE ALL THAT HE SEEMS. i love gwen :,)

wow when she's intellegent with her speaking so everyone HAS to side with her but also respectful so NO ONE can get mad at her?? i stan. i ACTUALLY stan

santiago is so pretty

the PANIC in his voice. i stan.

HAHA AND MERLIN'S SNARKY 'SHH'

merlin is ready to GO. he's like, sorry for almost dying. that was ill advised of me.

i'm actually soft for any displays of friendship ever. what does that mean about me 💀 KIDDING. anyways..

i love the *swing* *duck* 'yea, not as quick as arthur

sa;kfs;akdfj lancelot insisting that merlin go back to camelot and merlin just nOt

LADS

stop rn. lancelot's face when merlin turns away. i am in pAin. I AM SO SAD OVER LANCELOT. PLS LANCELOT.

this isn't exactly, but morgana's paleness from here on out reminded me of merlin when he was literally DYING.

anyways, that's my note on that

like, yes- i get it- morgana is evil now. but idk should i feel bad for her? she looks so pale and ghasty and just :(

aksfhaskdjfas;ldf morgana

HAHA MORGANA IS SO EDGY IN THIS MOMENT. 'I'D RATHER DROWN IN MY OWN BLOOD THAN SEE THAT DAY' SO DRAMATIC. WHY IS SHE SO EMO/GOTH. LIKE IK I SHOULD BE SCARED FOR WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING

stfu don't kill gwen i'll KiLl you

agravaine literally needs to die

stop. i am literally SCREAMING when agravaine is asking gwen to meet him in his chambers. PLS. STOP. STOP STOP STOP. I NEED A WHISLTE. I BITE MY THUMB AT AGRAVAINE. HE NEEDS TO SACK THE HATEFUL MANSION. BETTER YET I'LL BURN HIS MANSION

again, someone tell me why capes are so hot. especially these red ones?? i'm in love with them.

ok see this guy?? he just died with the forst on his face. not merlin?? he started getting better. surly that should've tipped them off that merlin was different

merlin's little head quirk when he does magic. ALSFJASLDFJAS MERLIN. NO ONE SAID YOU WERE USELESS. AND IF THEY DID I WOULD BEAT. THEM. UP. GIVE ME ADDRESS RN.

wow. seriously. i'm gonna attach all the pretty landscape pictures

morgana's like 'i'll cut a b!tch'. ok ik morgana's evil and everything, but morgana flinging that guard against the wall is bad ass

oh this is weird but gwen telling agravaine to 'show courage' but the whole room tinted green? ik this isn't harry potter or anything but idk i thought that was interesting. i'm not abt to go into if i think agravaine is a slytherin or what but still

STOP. GET. YOUR. HANDS. AWAY. FROM. HER. I ACTULALY HATE HIM. SHE'S SO UNCOMFORTABLE. BACK THE FRICK UP AGARAVINE.

morgana :( smh you can't deny that morgana and gwen carried for each other and morgana flinging gwen away is making me sad. don't touch me

asldjfasldasd 'you're never alone' elyan i love you

lancelot and merlins being lads. omg no them talking about gwen

lancelot is SO noble. stop this reminds me of Die for you in secret by @emrysofmagic so much right now. not gonna lie. your fic LITERALLY lives in my head rent free and sometimes i think of it and my heart just HURTS in those last few chapeters. PHYSICALLy. i am in pain. anyways.

stop the trope where it's like "i love them, but i just want them to be happy. it doesn't matter if they're with me or not. i just want them to be happy"

I WAS LITERALLY SCREECHING AS MERLIN WAS CALLING KILGHARRAH i'm not even capping

ok so it's been like a month ish since i've watched merlin bc i was waiting for @//f-f-podcast 's destiny and chicken podcast, so i don't exactly what terms kilgharrah and merlin are at right now

still i think it's very sweet of merlin to bow slightly when kilgharrah looks at him

'the bravest and most noble of them all' 🥺

aw. merlin is really saying good bye right now

ok this scene is weird bc like i said, i don't rlly remember how merlin and kilgharrah are right now but it still makes me sad

asldjfslakdjfasd merlin and kilgharrah are old friends now. that makes me happy but sad at the same time

ok the 'it will be an empty world without you, young warlock' kills me.

obviously, we know that even though they butt heads, kilgharrah and merlin both care about each other

not only is kilgharrah being forced to let merlin go right now, but he's making peace with the fact that he'll be alone

the last dragonlord is planning to die. and kilgharrah is going to be alone again, like he was in that cave.

another thing is that if merlin died rn then we would never have aithusia. i'm kinda going on a tangent now but idk this scene is sad

this forest is so pretty

literally just lancelot's face and lancelot in this whole episode.

that's my note

HAHA GWAINE BURNING IS SOCKS

LADS BEING LADS

I LOVE THEM

omg i always see posts about this.

like merlin and lancelot planned that lancelot was going to walk in first and trick them and THEN merlin walked in

that's so funny to me. they're SO dramatic HAHAH

merlin looks so happy

BRO

ARTHUR

JUST HUG

HIM

PLS

STO

P

JUST HUG HIM WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

Tell me why they actually look MARRIED here. PLS

🥲🥲 SELF SACRIFICING IDIOTS I LOVE YOU BOTH YOURE BREAKING MY HEART

LADS I LOVE THEM

🤠🤠 arthur wanting Gwen to be happy is KILLING ME. He loves her so much

This is so pretty. Honestly like how

Who let merlin have this many pretty landscapes

HOENSTLY

Lajs;dlkfajd buds in a boat together.

This reminds me of going to amusement parks and there’s always that boat ride

They’re the cutest

Ok so they also have this picture. It’s actually 3 pictures spliced together because the episode pans down and it’s really badly spliced (sorry) but LOOk how pretty that is.

WTF

Omg not me literally copying merlin with his slow mo head flick at the wyverns to make them go away

;sldkfjasdlkjasd leon percival and elyan and my heart.

Ok i’m not even gonna try to lie. They all have my heart

Frick you cailleah

Omg i was like ‘gwaine you dumbass’ jK i love him. Pls don’t come for my neck

Asldjfasldjfka ‘i’m prepared to pay whatever price is necessary’

HAHA CAN YOU NOT. WHAT IS WITH THIS CREEPY ‘COME HITHER’ HAND MOTION MS CAILLEAH

Stopp rn. ‘It’s my density

STOP. I AM HOWLING. LANCELOT

WHY

COME BACK

NO NONO PLS. YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME.

stop rn merlin is all alone.

PAN TO ARTHUR WHO IS LITERALLY SURROUNDED BY EVERYONE.

Stop they all look so sad. I’m so sad.

merlin looks like he’s cried

I’m not sure abt arthur with his ‘no man is worth your tears’ type business but still

I am ✨sad✨

I screamed at this picture. I am depressed

Anyways

Gwen’s face is killing me

I’m so sad i don’t even want to write commentaries

Arthur realizing that lancelot only died because he loved gwen

Gwen standing in front of the fire

Aslkdfjasldjfa im so sad

HER STANDING IN FRONT OF THE FIRE ALL ALONE.

I. AM. SO. SAD.

STFU THAT THRONE IS NOT “RIGHTFULLY” YOURS MORGANA

STOP PLS GET AWAY

WHAT IS WITH THIS WEIRD TENSION

PLS DO NOT STAND WITHIN KISSING DISTANCE

IK YOU’RE NOT TECHNICALLY BLOOD RELATED BUT STILL.

PLEASE.

STOP.

I HATE AGRAVAINE

✨we hate agravaine in this house✨

😭😭 not merlin having ANOTHER secret. I’m so sorry bby

Anyways! I’ll be back next week to rant more about the wicked day so I’ll see you then! thanks I love you bye

#bbc merlin #merlin #colin morgan #bradley james #arthur pendragon #king arthur #the darkest hour pt 2 #literally every single thought I had #destiny and chicken I love you #this is for you bestie #I have so many thoughts #WHY do I have so many thoughts #gwen #morgana pendragon #angel coulby #katie mcgrath #gaius #richard wilson #uther pendragon #anthony head #anyways #sorry this is so long

[elizabeth-baelish]

Partner in Crime

Part 1/?

Pairing: Petyr Baelish X Reader

Word count: 1738

Warnings: none

Synopsis: With the help of the Vale, the North falls back to the remaining Starks. Petyr and you, his partner in crime move to Winterfell and is about to manipulate everyone to finally achieve your goals, the Iron Throne.

Aidan Gillen Week 2020: Sat, Oct 31 (Halloween)

I was thinking of writing a Petyr fic for a pretty long time now and this week was quite handy 😅 so this is my first fic with him, I hope it's okay!

∆

Blood. Blood and dead bodies everywhere. You were walking above the fallen soldiers at the field after the end of the Battle of the Bastards. John killed Ramsay and the rest surrendered, the wolf flags took the places of the previous ones.

A huge amount of men died: knights of the Vale, soldiers from both House Stark and the Boltons. The flies were already resting on the wounds making them smell. You flinched but then jump when you felt a hand on your ankle.

"Please, hel-." He couldn't finish his sentence since you stabbed him with your sword. You gasped for air and cursed when you saw it was a knight from the Vale. Luckily, no one noticed or thought it was the enemy. Either way you helped him after you glanced at his wounds. No one could've helped.

You didn't take part in the battle since Petyr didn't let you although you were his personal body guard. The game he was playing was dangerous and if he or you didn't pay attention for a moment, he would be dead. Lord Baelish and you met in Kings Landing during a ball. You were lucky to born in a wealthy family, but you didn't feel like that. You didn't want to marry and have children, instead you wanted to do something important and useful. At the event, you were watching the dancing couples from the side when Petyr offered his hand which you accepted happily. After the dance, you were walking in the gardens while you told him about yourself and vice versa, though it was pretty difficult to get any information about him. Then when he escorted you home he offered you a job as you mentioned him about your plans.  It felt like ages since then.

You went through a lot, the plan went well and now Winterfell was yours and Petyr's. Technically the Starks', but Sansa was easy to control. She was in your hands. At least, that's what you thought.

You wiped the blood with a clothing and headed back to the castle. The gates were still a mess only a few guards asked your name and who you were. When you informed them they let you in and followed your way to your room. You opened the door with the big old key and leaned on the closed door with eyes closed. That man really freaked you out. It wasn't the first time to kill though.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" Petyr's voice echoed making you gasp.

"Why can't I just be alone in my room for a second?"  You snapped as you took off your sword belt and placed it on the table in the center of the room.

"What happened? Your hands are shaking." He observed and walked over to you from the window.

"Nothing." Petyr gave you a 'You can't fool me' look earning a sigh from you. "Alright. A man scared me then I killed him. I thought he was one of Ramsay's soldiers. He just grabbed my leg and-. Ah, just let it go, I'm fine." You sat down on the edge of your bed, Petyr following you. "Let's talk about something else. For example, what's next?"

"A game, my dear." He smirked. That kind of smirk which he only gave to you and it melted your heart. You had feelings for him, though he didn't know about them. You knew he was head over heels in love with Kat then Sansa so you didn't even bother. You just kept your feelings for yourself.

"I like games." You smiled. "And who are the main players this time?"

"You." He stood up and walked back to the window watching the life of Winterfell. He hoped he would soon observe as the King himself.

"Me? Personally, I would like to remain the Game Master if it's not a problem." You weren't fond of the thought being used as a doll. Particularly, in Petyr's theater.

"Don't worry. It will be easy. I just would like you to talk to Sansa. Braid each others' hair, talk abut love and knights. I would like you two to be friends." He said avoiding eye contact.

"Are you kidding me, right?" He exactly knew that you weren't on speaking terms and only talked if it was necessary. "And I don't think that a girl who was raped and assaulted and was forced to marriage will talk about knights and love." At the word 'rape' you could see that Petyr's jaw clenched and balled his fist. "Petyr it wasn't your fault. We didn't know about Ramsay." You eased you voice to comfort him. You stepped next to him and placed your hand on his shoulder. "We messed it up together."

"No! Only you. You were in charge of asking and getting information about him." He snapped. He was a calm person and only acted like this when he was extremely fed up or disappointed. You drifted away and sighed.

"I can't believe what you've just said. But alright. If you feel like this then achieve what you want alone. I would ruin everything, anyway."

"Stop acting like a child, (Y/N)." He sighed rolling his eyes.

"Get out." You hissed through your teeth.

"Excuse me?" He glanced at you with tilted head.

"You heard me. Get out of my room. Lord Baelish." You crossed your arms and tried to put a strict face on, but the only thing you wanted is to hug him tight and never let him go. He hesitated at first, then he glanced at younbefore he left your room.

The night was full of nightmares with wolves, mockingbirds and faceless men. You woke up swimming in sweat and panting. You were about to make some sense from the dreams when you heard a knock on the door.

"Lady (Y/N)? Lady Stark would like to have a word with you in her chamber as soon you are ready." The guard informed you through the door.

"Thank you, sir. I will made my way there first." You said. After you heard him left you took on your rather masculine clothes as it was much comfortable and useful. You didn't trust anyone there and you were in a dangerous place with hazardous situations, like this one. Why in the seven hells would Sansa want to speak to you?

Your sword hung on your side as you were taking the steps to the next floor. A few knocks on the door and the redhead  yelled to come on in.

"My lady." You bowed your head. "You needed to see me."

"Yes, thank you for coming and also my apologies if I woke you up. And please call me Sansa. I think we have known each other pretty long now and are friends." She smiled. You hid your disgust from the word 'friends' but faked a smile.

"As you wish. So, Sansa, how can I help?" You asked as she gestured towards the empty seats.

"I have a kinda personal question for you. And you don't have to answer if you don't want to." She help up her hands.

"Alright." You shrugged.

"What are Lord Baelish's intentions? I mean, you are the closest person to him and I thought you knew." She was playing with her necklace as she told you her rather intimate question.

"Well, honestly, I don't know." For the long term you knew, but the near future was still a blur. "And if you really want to know, I think you should ask him yourself. All I can say, that he feels sorry and terrible for what he did, Sansa. Even if he looks shady, he cares for you. He sees your mother in you and maybe that's why." You were still mad at him, though you felt the urge to defend him both mentally and physically.

"Thank you for telling me this, (Y/N)." She put her hands on the top of yours making you feel embarrassed. "Oh, I'm sorry. I know, you like to stay in the distance." She pulled her hand back and stared in the fire. "It's just... I'm happy that there is someone I trust here. I admire you, (Y/N). Despite that you are a girl, you can defend yourself and at the same time you are gorgeous and attract the men." Your eyes widened hearing all these compliments from the girl you hated. Though, if she knew you also took your part of all the things happened to her, to the kingdom, to the death of her dad, she wouldn't wanted to be so desperately be friends with you.

"Oh, I don't think I'm attractive at all, but thanks." You tucked a lock of hair behind your ear.

"And I hope, I'm not asking too much but would you be by my side? At least, until John comes back." She bit her lower lip down fearing your reaction.

"What about Brienne?"

"I sent her to the Black Fish and I don't want to bother her anymore. So, what do you say?" She asked as your mind were already clicking and the wheels were screeching. Being this close to her can be handy and she may tell you secrets that Petyr will never know about. All in all, that's what he wanted.

"Let it be." You cracked a mischievous smile before you hear the sound of the horns and the gates opening. You shared a look and headed downstairs immediately.

When you arrived to the gates you saw a boy in a chair with a girl. Sansa rushed to him and hugged him tight. You could see Petyr from the corner of your eyes standing upstairs and watching the scene.

"Isn't that the cripple of Ned Stark?"

"Brandon Stark. The last true heir of Eddard Stark." You heard the whispers. If he was Brandon Stark you were both in a pit with Petyr. A quite deep pit. And you just hoped that chaos was a ladder.

#petyr baelish #petyr baelish x reader #game of thrones #petyr Baelish Imagine #sansa stark #agweek2020 #got

[coinofstone]

3x12 The Coming of Arthur pt 1

The title is such low hanging fruit I feel bad cracking a joke about it.

It's a quest episode! I love a quest episode. Srsly feel free to send me any and all Merthur quest fics. I can't get enough 😂

This is the episode responsible for the lovely Leon fanon headcanon that he's immortal. Always handy in an Arthur Returns fic.

Uther: you must go on this mission alone

Arthur: *brings Merlin*

I do love Merlin being being a smart alec and nagging Arthur while packing. Excellent banter.

Arthur said

Arthur threatening a young boy like this is such an ugly and uncharacteristic action it makes me angry.

Merlin tending to Arthur while he's sick and injured 🥺

Also I'm sorry but Merlin shows fuckin Gilli his magic but he's hiding it from fuckin Gwaine while Arthur is suffering? Silly.

Cenred's massive army makes me wonder if it's a result of his tolerance of magic or lower standards than the knights of Camelot, or some combination of both.

Poor Leon, though. He's just got back from near death in that forest and Uther sends him right fuckin back in 😂

Looks like they snuck in to Camelot via the dragon's cave. I doubt that was the intention but I still approve 😂

Knowing he's on a suicide mission, Arthur gives Merlin an out, knowing he'll never take it, knowing he doesn't even want him to: he still presents him with the choice.

How come literally everyone else gets a crown that fits them but Arthur walks around looking like he's wearing hand-me-downs?

Morgana might be evil but she looks damn good on a throne.

3x13 The Coming of Arthur pt 2

There's a post going around Twitter about ppl who nitpick at TV shows... this comment falls into exactly that category 100% but I'm sorry, I cannot just ignore the fact that Morgana's got these massive banners and an entire army's worth of uniforms, I mean look:

Every guard with the sigil on his uniform and half a dozen banners in the council chambers alone. That's to say nothing of the ones outside. I mean look at the sheer fuckin size of these things:

Look how tiny the ppl are next to em! They've gotta be at least 15 feet long, at least. Where did they come from? Were they all magicked into existence? Who designed that sigil? What does it represent? Is it Gorlois' banner? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Leon isn't someone I've ever been particularly attracted to, personally, but his defiant shout of "Long Live the King" in the face of Morgana's threats, is sexy as hell.

Depressed Arthur is such a mood.

So. Gwen. Originally in 3x12 when Morgana essentially invited Gwen into the fold (insofar as a Queen's servant can be), it seems to be a set up, because Morgana has been treating Gwen like shit for ages, why would she suddenly want her friend back? Especially since Morgana knows something is going on between Gwen and Arthur - there's no way she believes that they were actually under the spell of some random sorcerer, that just doesn't make any sense. So you kind of assume - or at least I did - that Morgana is keeping Gwen close knowing that she'll be useful as bait or a hostage, just essentially as a person of value to Arthur. She's known Gwen for too long to actually believe she'd cross Arthur, there's just no way someone as machiavellian as Morgana doesn't see Gwen's 'loyalty' as a simple survival tactic. All of this is to say, when Morgana and Morgause eavesdrop on Gwen's conversation with Sir Leon, Morgana is just like, 'welp, she's betrayed me. Guess I'll kill her in the morning.' as though she was actually expecting Gwen to do anything else?!?! Like, why? It would've made so much more sense to just cut that line entirely and go straight to something like

Morgana: it's as we suspected, she's betrayed me

Morgause: yes, now she can lead us straight to Arthur

And it would've made so much more sense than the weird sort of purgatory they've implied where Morgana changed her mind about Gwen very suddenly the night before she took the throne. It's not a super important detail in the overarching story but it's another example of how carelessly their story has been handled.

Me rn:

I do love that they made Freya the Lady of the Lake, and that she kept her promise by telling Merlin how to defeat the army of the dead.

How Merlin really sees Kilgharrah:

Gwen really is the smartest of all of them.

I do love that Merlin's first undead kill with excalibur is entirely an accident lol

The subtext between Morgana and Morgause is really gross. I haven't said anything before because I generally don't approve of ship shaming but the not so subtle subtext gives me the heebies.

This is such a great shot

Everything about it, his woman at his left and his man at his right, his romantic rival opposite him on his wife's side, as directly opposite her as possible at a round table with an uneven number of placements. It's a really beautiful shot, fitting for an equally beautiful scene. It's a very moving scene, the music really adds the exact emotion you'd expect for this moment we all recognize... and I feel like the knights' oaths are very well matched. The snarky part of me wanted to make a 'call me maybe' joke about Percival, but he's so sincere I just can't do it. The moment of levity added by Merlin's banter with Arthur is really, really well paced. Honestly I think it's probably the next perfect, iconic scene since Gwen and Arthur's first kiss. Hats off to this crew.

(Don't worry dear reader, I'm sure I'll get back to complaining shortly)

Santiago is so dreamy. I'd share his bedroll any day.

I like that despite all the talk of equality and doing the thing Uther wouldn't approve of, Gwen still worries about the company seeing her and Arthur kiss. Like, he's planning an insurrection with a bunch of commoners and two dudes who've been officially banished from Camelot, but she's internalized the classism and the rules of royalty so deeply that even amongst friends she instinctively keeps their relationship hidden. I'm not sure how intentional that was but it's brilliant.

The fight big fight scene with Merlin just barely missing the cup while the knights are cornered, and Gaius showing up like the brilliant deus ex machina that he is, honestly makes the previous budget-slashed episodes more bearable. Because this really is great, even knowing it's great at the expense of those others.

Morgana's screeching is eerily similar to Aithusa's.

I wonder if they knew they were getting renewed for a fourth season when they wrote this. Because you know, it really could've worked as a series finale as well. An open-ended series finale, but a series finale all the same.

As a Queens kid, I cannot explain to you the joy it gives me to watch Arthur and Merlin just chillin on the steps to the castle as tho it were a stoop, which I suppose, in a sense... it kind of is. Ahhh youthful days.

Commentary is Jeremy Webb and Julian Murphy.

And this kids, is why we're watching with commentary! They've just explained that Morgana's sigil is supposed to symbolize the Rowan tree that's supposed to be at the heart of the Isle of the Blessed. That suggests she designed it herself, so there's at least one of my earlier questions answered.

They talk a lot about how Emila Fox was very pregnant when they were filming her in this season, and they shot entirely around it - and I can't help but feel anger toward Joss Whedon and his 'handling' of Charisma Carpenter's pregnancy during S4 of Angel.

One of them called the round table scene 'curiously moving' and I think that is really fitting. They'd had this in mind for about two years, which is probably why it's so extraordinary. That's a great gestation period for a scene as iconic as this.

One final tidbit: the sword in the stone was filmed in France, and made it back to Wales intact. I guess nobody wanted to take it out. That's kind of an interesting thought, like a little set superstition or something. It's kind of cute.

The DVD extras/special features will get a separate post if I feel I have comments worth sharing.

#bbc merlin #bbc merlin spoilers #merlin #merlin spoilers #merthur #3x12 #bbc merlin 3x12 #merlin 3x12 #3x13 #bbc merlin 3x13 #merlin 3x13 #the coming of Arthur #the coming of Arthur part one #the coming of Arthur part two #the coming of Arthur pt 1 #the coming of Arthur pt 2 #i cannot believe that's the actual title of this episode #onceandfuturerewatch

[hedevimaiyya]

7,24 for Jeeshi

Character(s): Jeevan and Khushi | 7. Necromancers and 24. Zombies

@bhallaladev You hate me? You hate me not?

Spooky Fic Prompts

“What was that?” She gulped and tried to lift her head to listen but it kind of was difficult with her situation… “Jeevan!” she hissed. Instead of actually listening to her though, he growled and nipped at the skin right under her ear, making her squeal and just almost forget all about it. Sighing, she slid a hand up into his hair, grabbed and tugged until he pulled away, not looking very pleased.

“What now?” he scowled.

“I think I heard a noise.”

He rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s just the wind, Khushi.”

She hastily slid from under him, up to the headboard as he started to lower his head again, shivering when he looked up at her. “It was definitely not the wind okay.”

He sat up. “Right. What was it then?”

She hugged her knees to her chest, looking from him to the door and back to him. “I don’t know… It sounded like an animal…”

“Okay, so,” he smiled gently and inched closer to take her hand in his. “It’s probably a dog. Or a wolf maybe, which is just a precious little wild doggo. Nothing you should be afraid of as long as I’m here, right? Besides, we locked the door, they won’t get in. Okay?” He squeezed her hand and although it didn't do much to smooth the frown off her face, she scrambled into his arms and allowed him to hug her and rub her back and reassure her. Still…

“Can you just check around?” she whispered. And he went still. She pulled back to look at him. “Just to make sure, like see if you see it - whatever it is, or ask the people around if it’s normal for wolves to come so close to the chalets. Please, Jeevan?”

His lips were twitching as if he was trying not to laugh at her. The sight made her sulk but he drew her in to place a kiss on her pout, chuckling. “You are such a scaredy cat.” Sighing, he got up and pulled his shirt on again, frowning slightly at her. “Wait here, I’ll go and ask. And lock the door behind me, don’t open it unless you hear my voice, alright?”

She caught the sleeve of his jacket just as he opened the door. He lifted a brow and she raised herself on her toes to kiss him on the jaw. “I love you.” He didn’t say anything. Just smirked that crooked, dimpled smirk and dropped a kiss on her forehead. And then he was gone. 

Khushi locked the door and sat down on the bed, her thick woolen cardigan wrapped snugly around her. Already, she was biting into her knuckles and fingers out of anxiety, ears strained for that sound again. An owl screeched in the distance. She was low-key starting to regret this trip to Matane. Maybe it would have felt better in summer but Jeevan had only been able to free himself now and she shouldn’t be complaining really. But the autumnal wind howling through the trees, blowing the crisp, dry leaves around did not help. They sounded like eerie whispers in the night…

A sharp rap on the door startled her. She jumped to her feet and tiptoed closer to the door, uncertain and waiting till he called her name and she knew it was him. He was quick to shut the door and lock it once he was inside. But he didn’t look at her, not even to reassure her. His eyes frantically searched the room instead, before he darted across the room and started pushing the dressing table to the door.

“Jeevan what are you doing?”

He shoved the furniture against the door and leaned against it. “I’m not sure actually… but better be careful.”

“Careful about?”

He grimaced at her. “I’m pretty sure the boy said something about… zombies.”

She stared at him, not quite sure if she had heard him well. “Excuse me, what? Zombies?” He nodded, very serious, and a snort escaped her, soon turning into laughter. He lunged for her and blocked her mouth with his hand.

“Shh! You don’t want them to hear us and know we’re here!” he hissed at her, then flicked the lights off.

“Okay, I know I was being paranoid earlier but don’t you think you’re being too ridiculous here, with your silly prank to make me feel silly about that?”

“Khushi, do I look like I’m joking?” He didn’t.

She snickered. “You cannot be serious.”

“I fucking am, woman!”

“Zombies don’t exist, Jeevan!”

He pulled her down next to him, so they were sitting at the foot of the bed, wrapped his arms around her protectively. “Listen, that boy looked really terrified, okay?”

She blinked. “Okay, what did he say exactly?”

His frown changed from worried to flustered. “I… I mean… I don’t fucking remember, okay! All these crazy ass people here speak French, I don’t know. Plus they have that fucking weird ass accent, I just can't… But there was definitely something about zombies, you have to believe me!”

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. “Right. And what were the others doing?”

“Running.” He caught her expression in the dim moonlight that streamed in through the curtains and his frown deepened. “Seriously, Khushi. They’ve set up a camp at the school maybe? I think that’s where they were heading.”

“So why are we huddling in the chalet here?”

He scowled down at her. “Do I look that stupid to you, that I’ll take you to where everyone is gathering? It will be noisy and those things will just sniff us all out and get everyone. The two of us alone here should be safer. Just keep it down so they don’t hear us. Can they even hear?”

She nodded thoughtfully. “That does make sense… but shouldn’t you know more about zombies than me? With all those games you and Aman never get tired playing… It’s actually hard to believe you two are almost thirty.”

He gritted his teeth together, probably trying to convince himself to ignore her jibe at his age. He opened his mouth to say something but he was interrupted by a noise from outside. It was the same wail she’d heard before and there was nothing human about it. Now, suddenly, Jeevan’s words weren’t that much absurd anymore. She whimpered and wrapped her arms around his neck, half-sitting in his lap. “Jeevan, do something!”

“Shit, Khushi! The only thing I know about goddamn zombies is from fucking Plants vs Zombies!”

“So? What are we supposed to do?”

He tightened his arms around her. “Well you fucking plant alien plants in your garden and they do the fucking job for you but I’m not really sure where to get the alien ass plants right now.”

“Oh my god, Jeevan… How do you always come up with the stupidest ideas?”

“Right. Because you could do so much better, couldn’t you? Pray, tell me, what other option do you have? Spending your whole childhood reading about that band of little necromancers must have done you some good.”

“Necromancers??”

He rolled his eyes. “Fucking British kids going off to that stupid shady ass necromancy school with owls and flying broomsticks-”

“Do you mean Harry Potter, Jeevan?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“It’s not freaking whatever, oh my g-“ 

A loud creaking noise made them both freeze. “You know, they probably have the stuff to fight zombies with,” she whispered after several long minutes of silence. “Down at the school. Since they gathered there.” He gulped and nodded. “Shouldn’t we just… run for it?”

Without saying anything, he pushed her to her feet and got up himself, hauled the dressing table away from the door so they could open it and grabbed her hand tight. “Don’t let go of my hand whatever happens. Don’t make any noise. Do not scream. And for fuck’s sake, Khushi, once in your life, try to run. Properly.”

She didn’t even realise when he had flung the door open and dragged her along. She just knew she was running and her lungs and muscles were aching and the cold air was burning. The wind was slapping her hair in her face - she had not actually thought of tying it back. And the only cardigan, unbuttoned, over her rather thin nightdress was not shielding her from anything. He stopped at some point and she leaned against him, gasping for air.

“Where the fuck is the bitch ass school now?” His hold on her hand was so tight, she felt like it was going to crush her hand but it was fine. This was absolutely fine. “Khushi, I think we’re-”

They were lost. She knew it. She just didn’t want him to say the words out loud and make it real. Except, he had stopped talking altogether. She raised her head from his chest to look up at him and found him staring right ahead, his eyes open wide with fear. And that’s really when she heard it, when the drumming of blood in her ear intensified, ironically. The slow footsteps. The hungry groaning.

Her better sense advised her against turning around but she ended up listening to her instincts anyway and turned around. And screamed like she never had in her whole life. And like she never would again either, to be honest.

***

“Don’t touch me. You will never touch me again.” Despite the grin he was trying to hide, he at least had the decency to look shamefaced when she glowered at him.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know Khushi, I mean it,” he pleaded, sincere but also shaking with laughter.

She looked away at the floor. “You wouldn’t be laughing if you mean it.”

“I do mean it, babe! It was just… I was just so funny, now that I think about it. But hey, I was right! The boy was saying something about zombies!”

“About a zombie parade,” she spat at him. “It was a fu- a zombie parade. Because it’s the weekend before freaking Halloween.”

“I told you I don’t get their accent!”

“You don’t even get French!”

He snorted. “Yes, Your Majesty. I don’t. I’ll take you and your expertise with me next time, okay? No, you know what? Next time, we’ll just stay the fuck away from fucking Quebec, okay? We’ll stick with civilization. Now, will you please forgive me and come over here?”

“It was the trees making those noises I heard!”

“I didn’t know that, baby, not until they told us. Forgive me? Please?” He tilted his head and move to be in her field of view again when she turned away. “Baby, I love you.”

“Fuck you.”

He chuckled. “You should.”

Her face crumpled and she leaned towards him to hit him in the chest. “That was so embarrassing! Screaming at a whole parade… I will die!”

“You won’t,” he laughed, catching her by the wrist. “Come here. Please.” She didn’t drop her scowl but scooted over anyway, refusing to look at her. “Oh come on, Mrs Zombie, you won’t even look at your husband now?” She glanced at him, only the hint of a smile teasing her lips, and saw him smirk like the devil before he lifted her from the couch. “I think Mr and Mrs Zombie should go to bed.”

She laughed, wrinkling her nose with distaste. “Eww! Zombie sex sounds so disgusting, Jeevan! Do not!”

“Hmm, what should we do then?” he thought aloud as he strode over to the bed, then threw her on it unceremoniously, making her shriek. He crawled on top of her, on all fours. “What about,” he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist. “I’ll be a werewolf and you can be my human mate.”

She furrowed her brows. “Why can’t I be a werewolf too?”

“Khushi, you’re terrified of dogs. You being one would be odd.”

“Point… But then why should I sleep with you?”

“I am your mate, woman, I will take care of your fears. Now, shut up, will you?” he growled.

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