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cirilla-fiona-riannon · 1 year

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Ikemen Villains - Part 1

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My dad used to read Snow White to me as a bedtime story when I was a kid, so I asked him this:

Kate: "Why does the Queen want to kill Snow White?"

Dad: "Hm? I think it's about pride, vanity, and wanting to be number one."

I remember that his answer didn't add up.

I had a feeling that the root of her desire was something darker and heavier, something that made her want to take her life no matter the cost.

But I still have no idea what it was all about.

Alfons: "I apologize for interrupting your lover's time."

Alfons: "Please don't mind me. Go ahead and flirt to your heart's content."

Kate: "I've said it many times, but we're just "pretending" to be lovers!"

That night I learned a secret I shouldn't have known, and Victor, the queen's aide, offered me to become a fairy tale writer for one month.

------------Flashback------------

Victor: "The fairy tale writer's job is to document them. That means you need to understand them better."

Victor: "So, Kate. Here is my first task for you."

Victor: "Choose one of the crown members and spend a day as their lover. Yay!"

---------Flashback Ends---------

It was Alfons who reached out to me when I was having trouble deciding who to choose.

(He asked me to pick Elbert.)

I glanced at Elbert, sitting next to me.

Elbert, a man of few words and the most passive member of the crown, seemed far removed from any malice or sin.

I agreed to Alfons' proposal, thinking I'd be safe with Elbert.

Alfons: "Pretending or not, you guys are still lovers. El, make sure you escort her, okay?"

Elbert: "Yeah, I know."

(Alfons said he was like a servant to Elbert.)

(But from an outsider's perspective, they look like close friends.)

Elbert: "Rest assured, I won't make you feel uncomfortable."

Kate: "I really hope you don't mind. I apologize for intruding on your schedule."

The two were scheduled to attend a party hosted by a certain noble family today and are now on their way to the mansion.

Alfons: "Well, it's not a mission, so let's take it easy."

Alfons: "The only thing I'm worried about is that El's greed might get out of control again."

Kate: "Out of control?"

Alfons: "El has a nasty habit of wanting anything others deem beautiful."

Alfons: "Since we're going to a party where glamorous aristocrats dressed up in their finery and pride, you'll have to take the reins today, Kate."

(I have a bad feeling about this, but...)

Kate: "I'll do my best to understand Elbert better."

Alfons: "Oh dear, how brave."

Elbert: "............"

Elbert has been looking out the window wistfully the whole time.

(The word “fairest” really fits him.)

(But why does he look so sad?)

His usual melancholy eyes seemed to be even cloudier today.

(Elbert is a man of few words and doesn't seem to express much emotion.)

(I should keep an eye on him to understand what his feelings and thoughts are.)

Host Nobleman: "Hey, hey. I didn't expect you to bring a woman, Count Greetia!"

Elbert: "..........."

Alfons: "Thank you for the invitation, Graham."

Graham, the host aristocrat, greeted us, looking gobsmacked.

(Judging from Elbert and Alfons' attitude, they aren't close.)

(Maybe they're just acquaintances.)

Graham: "I bet today's party will be a blast."

Elbert: "I'm not gonna do anything. I'll behave."

Graham: "You don't understand. You sure will stand out by just standing there. You, what's your name?"

Kate: "Nice to meet you. My name is Kate."

Graham: "Hold on, I've seen you in the theater before. You know, last month's Love Potion."

Kate: "Huh? Yes, I saw that play last month."

Graham: "I knew it! You like to go to the theater? Then we have a lot to talk about."

(Whoa there, Mister.)

Graham suddenly leaned closer.

Elbert: "Could you please not get too close to her?"

(Huh?)

For some reason, Elbert stepped in front of me protectively.

(Elbert?)

Graham: "Oh, come on. It's not like she's your lover."

Elbert: "She is."

Elbert: "She's my lover, so please leave her alone."

Kate: "!?"

Interrupting to protect me from Graham, Elbert abruptly declared.

(You don't have to go that far in pretending to be my lover.)

Stunned, I stared at Elbert's profile as he protected me.

Elbert: "..........."

His expression was so serious, even hostile, that my heart skipped a beat.

Alfons: "Well, well."

Graham: "I'm surprised. I didn't expect you to look so uncomfortable."

Elbert's hand gently held my shoulder to shield me from his curious gaze.

(He's so close.)

Elbert: "Let's go, Kate."

Kate: "O-Okay."

I curtsied to Graham and stepped toward the entrance as he urged me to.

(Maybe he did that because Alfons told him to escort me properly.)

We made our way down the hallway, still a little nervous about being hugged on the shoulder.

When we arrived, Alfons suddenly stopped.

Alfons: "As much as I'd love to see this interesting development, I have to go and see a friend."

Alfons: "We'll split up from here. El, take this with you, just in case.

Elbert: "Yeah."

Alfons handed Elbert something and quickly walked away.

(I wonder what it is. It looks like a key.)

Elbert: "I'm sorry if what I said was offensive."

Kate: "-----!"

A sad murmur brought my attention back to my partner, and Elbert's hand, which had been holding my shoulder, gently pulled away.

Kate: "It's fine. I was a little surprised, but why did you do that?"

Elbert: "Because you're my lover."

(I feel like there's another reason for it.)

(But I should probably pretend to agree with that reason.)

Kate: "You take the word "lover" very seriously."

Elbert: "..........."

(Oh, he smiled.)

The faint smile made my heart flutter for a moment.

Elbert: "That's right. So tonight, please don't eat or drink anything except what I hand you."

Kate: "Huh?"

Elbert: "And don't walk away from me. Make sure you're by my side."

Elbert: "You're allowed to go somewhere, but don't go anywhere other than where I tell you."

(Wait, what?)

I couldn't hide my confusion as he threw one restriction after another.

Elbert: "Can my lover please do as I say?"

Kate: “Um… Okay.”

Pressured, I nodded involuntarily.

(He's acting like there's danger, but Alfons said it's not a mission.)

Kate: "Um, what am I supposed to do?"

Elbert: "Our goal is just to attend, so nothing special."

Elbert: "Don't worry about the others. Just be there for me as my lover."

People gazed at us as we proceeded through the doorway and into the hall.

(Elbert's beauty stands out even more when he's surrounded by posh people.)

It was clear from the gathered gazes and whispers that I wasn’t the only one who thought so.

Gorgeous Lady: "His dazzling golden hair and blue eyes! He looks like he came out of a painting."

Jewel-clad lady: "Oh, he's looking at me!"

Gentleman with a cigar: "Even the gorgeous decorations fade away when he's in the room."

(He's really popular.)

I watched Elbert as people approached to greet him.

(Everyone is praising him.)

Elbert: "............."

The more they praised him, the sadder his expression became.

(Also...)

Noble lady: “Lord Elbert, you look beautiful today.”

Elbert: “Yeah.”

For some reason, some of the people who approached him wanted to touch his body.

They would touch his shoulder, arm, and chest for a split second as if to mark him, making him so vulnerable.

(Why doesn’t he reject it, brush it off, or step away?)

Every time they touched him, his expression darkened.

(He looks hurt, but why don’t the people who touch him notice?)

Elbert: “...........”

(I’m pretending to be his lover, so I guess I’m allowed to do this.)

Kate: “Elbert. I could use some air.”

Elbert: “What?”

Kate: “Will you accompany me?”

Part 1╏Part 2╏Premium End╏Epilogue

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters, 10 Tags

Thanks for the tag @tsarinatorment 🥰

Im not going to try to really put them in any order but...

Uchiha Shisui (Naruto)

We all been knew 🥴 to me, Shisui is just the perfect kind of character to play protagonist with, with enough badassery and charm to come out on top but with the sweetness and the last scraps of his idealism to soften his edges. Kishi, however, threw him down the toilet at the nearest opportunity (which was just so 🤌bullshit🤌 I'm almost - almost- impressed) because he realised he Gone Fucked Up making this amazingly powerful character with no hint of him in prior work so 🤡 canon is dead, Shisui lives forever

Finn (Star Wars movies)

Anyone who's had the misfortune to follow me or has browsed my AO3 bookmarks knows I'm a wreck for Commander Cody and for Obi-Wan but I'm not choosing either of them? How??? Because Finn... FINN, he was literally raised to be canon fodder but he had this deep rooted fear that what they were doing was wrong and he didn't shoot and he took that fear and he knew he had to run. So often we wanna be brave in those moments but in actual fact we just panic, which is what Finn did... And yet he was so brave too? He saved Poe, he fought viciously for Ray, he joined the Rebellion, he met these people for minutes at a time but had already impressed them on his soul, on who he was going to be (and he'd only had a name as of that day???). Finn should've been the protagonist of that trilogy, the sequels were just...well, and I'll die on this hill that Finn's force sensitivity reaalllly should've meant something 😩 I love so many SWs characters but Finn is really the one that got me to actually attempt my own Fics too!

Obi (Akagami no Shirayukihime/Snow White with the Red Hair)

Do I Have a type? .... Next question.

Obi is just ✨🤌 ✨ badass with a mysterious background? ✅ Loyal but sassy? ✅ Pining for the 'lady' he is sworn to protect?✅ Is also her partner in life and crime? ✅ Low self worth but flirtatious? ✅ Gorgeous but dangerous? ✅ .... ✨💕

Yor (Spy x Family)

She is literally the best mother oh my God just kiss your husband though (and maybe get some space from your brother-)

Fíli (The Hobbit)

I JUST-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 little golden lion prince, heir to his uncle, to a kingdom only told in stories of grandeur he's never seen and with all the hope and grief of his displaced and hurting people.... Mischievous but sensitive, funny (the hidden knives hehe), determined to do his family and people proud (cut down far too quickly, deserved better... Oh god I have a type-)

Boromir (The Lord of the Rings)

Why do I keep listing dead guys 😭 do I need to spell it out? Honor, desperation, valour, love of his people, he is high-key aroace rep, his resentment-to-love bromance with Aragorn that was ROBBED from us, I cannot tell if Merry and Pippin wanted to queerplatonic marry him or if they wanted him as their "getaway horse" for the rest of their lives but dammit 😭✨🤌

Evelyn Carnahan (The Mummy)

Do I need to even give reasons????? She's miles ahead of all those other scholar bitches, she's out there winning desert camel races, she's a reincarnated princess with daggers, she has the most gorgeous hair and eyeliner I swear to God, she is THE moment… For all time. She's a LIBRARIAN

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

*flips desk through solid concrete wall* HE'S THE PERFECT MAND'ALOR

PERFECT FATHER

COOLEST INTROVERT IN THE GALAXY

He is SOFT and SOFT-SPOKEN

He is STERN (except in face of baby's wet eyes) and LOYAL and he has an HONOR CODE DAMMIT STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE HIM

This doesn't count as a star wars pick, which I gave to Finn, because we are, as usual, swerving completely off canon (and this is a TV series, not the movies ha!) because you cannot convince me that Din, the wandering bamf who just wants to get credits for all the kids in his covert and provide for his home but cannot participate in the maiming of an 'alien' child so gets landed in so much shit, wouldn't be exactly what the Mandalorians need for a fucking Renaissance dammit 😤😤😤😤

Hawks (Boku no Hero Academia/ My Hero Academia)

*covers my face in shame* ffs it's so transparent lol

FINAL PICK - WILDCARD: Éowyn(The Lord of the Rings)

Ohhhhhhh and it's the Shieldmaiden of Rohan with the steel chair! The Witch King goes down, and he's not getting back up-! 3! 2! 1! And the crowd goes BALLISTIC!!!

I want to write a fic about her 😐 I want her to have a whole alter ego as one of the Rohirrim's best warriors 😳 I want her, seventeen and coltish, to down her first orc, standing in defense of another, and to know with absolute certainty that she wanted to protect everyone she could… 👁️👁️ yes I know I already did lotr but you're what??? Gonna stop HER???

Tagging @katlou303 @theraynealchemist @looks-like-starlight @zebrabaker @iamnotakitty @kazumirina @eruditeempress @ellorypurebloodculture @welpjesuisla @hidingfromthefeels and whoever else wants to have a go! 💕

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 1 year

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His little guest

Elendil x shapeshifer!reader

*****

Imagine being one of Queen Miriel’s ladies-in-waiting, living with her at court; you take care of her correspondence, organize her wardrobe and accompany her on official trips. The role is more demanding than most people would imagine, but you enjoy what you do, you are good at it and get along well with Miriel, who is a friend of yours since early childhood. You live a peaceful, tranquil life... hiding a secret that could destroy everything you love and know.

You have known Elendil since you were a girl, since your mothers were good friends. You have always been fond of him -and how could you not? Clever, kind and charming, the captain is everything you appreciate in a person- and for a few years you have felt feelings quite different from simple friendship take root in your heart, feelings that make you shiver every time his sea-blue eyes meet yours.

One day the Queen sends you to the palace’s library to retrieve some scrolls she needs for a meeting with some of the guild masters. Retrieving them takes longer than expected, so you find yourself almost running through the corridors towards Miriel’s apartments, your arms heavy with the materials your lady requested; you turn a corner without looking ahead... and you hit what you at first mistake for a wall, but is instead Elendil’s firm body.

“I am so sorry, are you alright?” he asks, quickly bending to retrieve some of the scrolls that you inadvertently let fall from your arms. He is more attractive than ever, you think admiringly, clad in the sea-blue of the Sea Guard uniform, so similar to the colour of his eyes, soft brown hair framing his handsome face, his bright smile that makes you weak in the knees.

“No harm done, and thank you. What brings you to the palace, Elendil?” you wonder, returning it with a smile of your own, and you learn that councillor Pharazon has requested a meeting with some of the Sea Guard’s officers.

The Queen is expecting the scrolls, safe in your arms again, and normally you would do your utmost to perform the tasks given to you with alacrity... but the captain seems happy to see you, and inclined to chat, so you are only too happy to stay for a few minutes enjoying his attention... and the deep and sensual timbre of his voice.

You ask about his children, and he inquires about the health of your mother.

“Are you going to the regatta, tonight?” he asks then, referring to a popular event that takes place every year in Armenelos to commemorate the natal day of the ruling sovereign; apart from the competition itself, there will be music, dancing, and even a firework display, until late at night.

“I guess so, even though I'll have to go alone. All my friends are otherwise busy, and my mother has been so many times that for her the event has lost its appeal.”

“That is unfortunate, events like this are best enjoyed in the company of others. Maybe...”

“... yes?”

For a moment Elendil, a brave man who has fought many battles and even dived into the stormy sea to save a comrade who was drowning, looks almost scared, as he rubs the back of his neck. “Maybe you would let me escort you? I would also go on my own, since my children are busy with their friends, and we could keep each other company.”

He smiles, almost shy but clearly hopeful at the prospect of spending an evening with you - maybe not just, you allow yourself to think, because any company is an improvement compared to loneliness. Your heart flutters, and suddenly you don’t care if the Queen reprimands you for your tardiness.

“Are you sure it wouldn’t be a bother?”

“Quite the opposite, I would be happy to. So... shall we go together?”

The smile you give him is the happiest of your life. “Elendil, there is nothing I would love more.”

*****

That evening, Elendil reaches the pier where you have agreed to meet well in advance; he is wearing his best clothes and brought you flowers. He is happy, even excited, at the prospect of spending an evening with you; he has always considered you a friend, as well as one of Númenor’s most beautiful women, but for a few years he has found himself infatuated with you, and after so long fearing you would not reciprocate his interest, he feels tonight will be his chance to express his feelings, and maybe you will even let him court you...

It is a whole hour before the regatta starts, but many people are already filling the streets, enjoying the concerts and the other entertainments planned for the evening. Music fills the air, children play in the square, and he feels excited as a boy courting his first sweetheart as he waits for you at the pier.

And he waits.

And he waits still, until the blare of the trumpets announces the start of the regatta, and he waits some more, until the pier empties and elders and families with young children start returning home.

At first he is so surprised at your tardiness he doesn’t even feels disappointed. Why haven’t you come? Is it possible that there was some misunderstanding when you agreed to meet tonight? It is you who proposed the pier, which is not far from your home, so you can’t have gotten it wrong; you could have gotten confused about the time to meet at, but the regatta must be over by this time, so if you wanted to come, by this time you would have already.

If you wanted to come...

You had looked so happy, even flattered, when he offered to escort you, but maybe you've changed your mind about joining him? But why? Have you found something better to do or someone better to spend your time with? Did you realize that his intentions were not strictly friendly, and you decided to stay home to spare both of you the embarrassment of your refusal? The very idea breaks his heart, but he sees no other option; to leave him like this, without apologizing or at least warning him, is not like you, but maybe you were to embarassed to confront him, or perhaps you sent him a note home that he missed since he left early.

He briefly considers the hypothesis that something has occurred to you, an accident or even, Eru forbid, an assault, but it seems highly unlikely: the pier and your home are just a few minutes apart, connected by well-lit streets, and after all he saw you only a few hours ago. He has to face the truth... to stop you from showing up at your date was not and unexpected event, but simply the realization that your feelings, or maybe just your interest, don't match his.

It is not the end of the world; but in that moment he feels like it is, his heart broken by disappointment and solitude. Eru forgive him, for a minute he had actually thought... hoped... his heart already beat with happiness at the fantasy of walking with your arm under his, and maybe even kissing you goodnight after he had walked you home...

You naive idiot. You better forget everything about this, and her; she must have never cared about you, not like you cared about her, so at least you were saved the humiliation of hearing her say no...

That is a fact; still, the disappontment is almost too much to bear. Flowers of colourful lights explode in the darkened sky, the people with their faces upward expressing their awe and joy from the docks and the squares; Elendil sighs, thinking about how much he would have loved to witness that spectacle with you.

Not far from him there is a large statue commemorating the sacrifice of all the Sea Guard members who who lost their life in service. Elendil, who often stops there for a moment of recollection, leaves the flowers he had brought you among the many posies at the base of the statue before setting out for home.

*****

He is walking through a dark alley not far from his home, trying to think about his next mission with the Sea Guard to distract himself from the failure and the disappointment of that night, when the silence of the night is pieced by a sound Elendil can’t at first recognize... a lament? A moan? A yelp?

Whatever it is, it originates from behind a low wall on the left of the alley; a few moments, and he ears it again, more acute, more urgent. Elendil cautiously approaches, all too aware he is unharmed, and alone, should it be a trap, he peers beyond the wall...

... and the red fox curled up on the pavement close to the wall looks back at him, aching but not scared, and doesn’t move while the man nimbly jumps over the wall and bends a knee next to it.

It is a fine specimen, pretty big for its race, a vixen with bright red fur, black-tipped ears and paws, a pointed snout and a long bushy tail, and she clearly took a violent beating: the poor creature is soaking wet, bleeds from her mouth and side, and shakes violently, as if in shock.

Elendil has never been particularly an animal lover, but the scene in front of him breaks his heart - again. "Who did this to you?" he asks gently, not wanting to scare the fox "Some kids? Or a shopkeeper found you while you were stealing food?"

Whatever the reasons for the creature's sorry state, Elendil finds himself unable to let her be. He offers her an hand and the vixen licks his fingers, looking at him without fear, as if waiting to see what he decides to do. I am in your hands, she would say if she could, and Elendil decides he cannot and doesn’t want to disappoint her. He has enforced a strict no-pets policy at home since his children were born -Isildur broke it once, when he was seven, smuggling a raccoon he had found Eru knows where and hiding it under his bed for a whole month until he bit his mother’s leg as she was making the bed- but they would still be out with their friends at this time, so...

“I will not hurt you” he promises, and the vixen appears to understand, or maybe she is too tired and in pain to fight, because she lets Elendil pick her up and comfortably snuggles in his arms, looking at him from below with shiny eyes the captain is for a moment sure he knows. So, are we going or not?

Whatever conclusion he had imagined for tonight, this was not it, but Elendil finds himself not caring -not too much, at least- as he arrives home with the fox still nice and quiet in his arms. He carries her to the bathing room, leaves her on the clean floor and uses wet rags to dry her and clean her wounds. At ease as she is with him and in his house she cannot be a wild animal, Elendil reasons, even though a fox is an unusual choice for a domestic animal perhaps she belongs to someone in the city, someone who in that very moment is desperately looking for her, wondering where their beloved pet has ended up.

“I wish you could tell me where you live, and who you belong to” he confides while he gently dries her tail, the red fur now shining like a flame “I cannot keep you, since it would mean breaking a rule I have set myself, and I wouldn’t know what to feed you...”

The vixen doesn’t appear too proccupied; she has stopped shaking and she is licking the injured paw that Elendil has done its best to clean so that it doesn’t get infected. In his experience foxes are diffident animals, even aggressive, but this one is different; she lets Elendil touch her and licks his hands as if to express her gratitude.

He really has no idea what food she would appreciate -berries and fruit, perhaps? Foxes eat smaller animals too, but he wouldn't know where to find mice or birds- but his little guest gladly drinks the water he pours in a bowl; she walks with a limp, given the wounded paw, and Elendil hopes it will heal in time.

In the end, the little fox curls up on the floor of the living room and open her mouth wide -she has a very respectable set of teeth- in a yawn; she is ready for her beauty sleeps, an amused Elendil thinks, but he is hesitant about leaving her where his children will find her when they come home. Not because they could reproach him for not letting them keep animals when they were children while he is doing It now, just... they could find it weird, or... stupid.

No. His little guest better remain hidden.

He scoops her up and brings her to his bedroom; the vixen jumps down and sniffs around between the large, low bed made with linen sheets and the wooden chest that his father had carved himself and gifted to his son when he had moved out of his parents' room.

Elendil sleeps on the left side of the bed; he puts his oldest pillow on the right half, which has been empty for years, and pats it. Immediately the vixen, until now scratching at the door as if she would rather sleep in the living room, approaches, jumps on the bed and lowers herself on the pillow, perfectly content.

Elendil joins her on the bed a few minutes later, having closed the windows and blown out the candle on the desk. Naked from the waist up, he lies on the bed, and as he pets the vixen's soft fur -she is so well behaved! Her owners must have trained her well- he finds himself smiling. He is still thinking about you, the disappointment of not seeing you at your date and the bad feelings about what this could mean for your relationship, but the unexpected meeting with the small predator has nonetheless put him in a good mood. Tomorrow morning he will set her free, hoping the vixen can find her way home.

Tail wrapped around her body, the fox licks his fingers, her teeth coming close without touching him; Elendil smiles as he finds a comfortable position on the bed.

"You are not the lady I was hoping to take to bed tonight" he confides, perfectly aware she cannot understand "But I am happy you are here."

The fox still looks at him; Elendil looks back until Irmo comes to take him in his arms.

*****

The first sensation that hits him, even before he is completely awake, is the presence of another body next to him: a leg pressed against his, an arm resting on his hip.

There is someone on the bed, next to him. How is this possible? Immobile, eyes closed, Elendil reflects for a moment: it has been years since his wife passed away, his children stopped coming to sleep with him when they had a nightmare at least a decade and a half ago and while he doesn't yet remember what he did last night -he went out...? To do what? To meet someone, perhaps?- he is sure he didn't bring anyone home. Then, who in the world...?

He is lying in a fetal position, the right half of the bed behind him. Not knowing what to expect, he cautiously turns... and gasps.

There is a woman laying on the bed next to him, sound asleep with a hand under her head; a woman who is only wearing a white shif, too tight to completely hide the shape of her body, her chest gently rising and falling with her breath. A woman Elendil knows well..

It is you.

Elendil feels like he is still asleep, and not only because part of him has secretely hoped to have you right there, perhaps not sleeping, one day. He is flabbergasted.

What are you doing there? He knows he didn't invite you back to his home last night, he didn't even meet you!, and you were not waiting for him at the door to explain the reason for your absence... and maybe earn his forgiveness in the most pleasant way.

How did you come in? Why would you come in, in the middle of the night, not calling him or speaking but simply making yourself welcome on his bed? There are no clothes of yours around, did you walk from your house wearing only a shift? And there is something else he should wonder about, something only apparently less important...

Where is the vixen? She has disappeared, he realizes looking all around him; the bed is too low to hide even her tiny body under it, and both windows and door are closed like he had left them last night. Maybe she ran away when you came in? Yes, it is the only solution, even though it explains little.

Unless...

But the absence of his little guest crosses his mind only for a moment. Elendil cannot take his eyes out of you, you in his bed, you so at ease and defenseless and even more beautiful because of it, you wearing less than what he ever allowed himself to picture you in.

You are magnificent, and he would never take advantage of your unconsciousness to touch or look where only a lover should, and with your explicit consent, but he cannot help looking at you, the dreamy expression on your beautiful face, your chest, your legs, your...

Stop. You shouldn't, and you won't, he mentally scolds himself, and even in the midst of the most baffling moment of his life, he instinctively does the right, honourable thing: he touches your arm, and gently calls your name. "Wake up."

You obey. Your eyes open; it takes you three seconds to get your bearings, and two more until an expression of absolute horror appears on your face. "Elendil...!"

"It is all right" he instinctively feels the need to comfort you; he doesn't realize you are not the only half-dressed one in front of the other "Are... Are you all right?"

You mutely nod; you couldn't look more terrified -and mortified- if you were facing a killer with sword and axe, while you start getting up from the bed. "Elendil, I am... so sorry..."

He assures you he is not angry, and sincerely he is still too astonished to wonder about whether he has any reason to be. He looks at your right hand, clean but wounded, and at an ugly black bruise on your temple, and his doubts become a certainty, although one he cannot for the life of him explain.

"The fox... is you." he breathes, amazed, and he sees you shrink, as if you are trying to offer the smallest target possible to an attacker. "You are her. But how is it possible...?"

You look at him, wondering whether he can see your heart break through your eyes. "I am so sorry I couldn't come" you whisper "Please, please don't tell anyone..."

You stand, and go open the nearest window, the one giving onto an empty street. You turn, immobile, looking at him, and he could almost think you are letting him look at you in your state of undress, but you aren't; you are simply realizing you are in love with him, deeply and truly, now that you lost him forever, and you are committing his handsome face to memory as you look at him for the last time.

And then you start changing. An astounded Elendil sees your body being remoulded - this is the only word he could use to describe the process taking place in front of his eyes, like a piece of clay being given a new shape by a sculptor. You bend yourself on all four while thick red fur grows all over your body; your shift vanishes, your limbs shrink as paws take the place of hands and feet. A triangular face with small ears has appeared instead of your beautiful features, and the fox's bushy tail sweeps the floor.

Her tail. Your tail. You are the little vixen he succoured last night, he still cannot believe it even though his very eyes witnessed the transformation, and he is now looking at fox-you, who on her part looks at him with all the sadness and the love her eyes can contain.

Those eyes, he knows; they didn't change, and he would know them anywhere and in any case.

For a whole minute no one moves; then the vixen turns, quickly climbs the wall and jumps out of the window, disappearing from view and leaving a shaken and shocked Elendil in her wake.

*****

You pass the next hours in a daze, as if you couldn't wake up completely or you were drunk. You return home in your fox form to reassure your mother, who has spent the whole night awake waiting for you, that you are all right, then you dress yourself and reach the palace to attend the Queen.

Miriel is an extremely perceptive person, as well as the one who knows you best in the world next to your mother, so when you tell her you fell at home to explain the bruise on your temple and your wounded hand, she looks at you skeptically but accepts your explaination, simply reminding you that you can take some time off whenever you want.

You do your best to work as you always do, even though you cannot pretend everything is back to normal. You feel... upset, in a way you cannot explain or understand, and while you make sure the Queen's clothes, including her capes, shoes and jewels, are in order, or you receive her lunch on a tray from the kitchens to serve it to her at her desk because she is too busy for a proper meal, there is only one thing, one person, you can think about... Elendil.

Elendil. You are not scared he will divulge your secret, and not just because no one in the city would ever believe him; you know him well enough to trust he will understand that is a matter to keep secret, because it could ruin your life.

About the two of you, on the other hand, you are much less optimistic. You don't know what you are more embarassed about: what he is thinking now that he knows your secret, or the fact that he found you in his bed. It was so kind, so selfless, of him to take care of fox-you, and you didn't think that when you go to sleep in that state you often unconsciously turn...

You will never have the courage to look at him in the eyes again, and you will probably not have the occasion to anyway, since he must be so perturbed by this morning's events he will try to forget he ever knew you.

It is so unfair, you think as you make order on the Queen's desk, as always cluttered with scrolls, writing instruments and other things. You know that you would have told him sooner or later, if the two of you had started courting as you hoped, and it would still have been a shock for him, but this... at this point, before you even had the opportunity to spend an evening together as a potential couple... You wouldn't blame him if he decided to never speak to you again, for one reason or another.

You are ordering the scrolls on a shelf, keeping the ones you have brought Miriel yesterday in front, when a maid enters to tell you that one of the Queen's advisors is waiting for you in a room nearby.

"Whatever for? Why should one of the advisors want to talk to me?"

"I have no idea, milady; you better ask them." the maid placidly answers; only later you will remember she is acquainted with Elendil, since her sons are both in the Sea Guard.

Perplexed, but not wanting to displease someone who could complain about you with the Queen, you leave Miriel's study and reach the other room... where waiting for you there is not one of the advisors, but Elendil, with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hands.

"I left the ones I had brought you yesterday at the statue at the pier, I hope you don't mind." he explains, and there is shyness in the gestures with which he offers you the flowers; you accept them, and he smiles.

"Oh, these are so beautiful..."

"I am glad you like them. Are... Are you all right?"

The sincere concern in his sea-blue eyes threatens to make you cry. He has come, maybe asking the maid's help because he feared you wouldn't want to talk to him, he doesn't hate you as he should... "Elendil, I am so sorry..."

"Again, you have no reason to. Listen, if you want we, I, can forget everything that happened, I will tell no one, I swear..."

His hand moves for a moment, as if he wanted to take yours but then he decided it wouldn't be proper, and seeing it fills your heart with happiness. You don't want him to forget, you decide, rather you want to share with him your secret, something you have done your utmost to keep to yourself until now, because whatever happens between the two of you, you know he deserves your trust.

"I have almost an hour before I have to help the Queen prepare for dinner" you say "Shall we walk in the gardens until then?"

Elendil's smile widens as he offers you his arm. "I would want nothing more."

The gardens are in bloom in this period of the year, flowers, plants and trees of every kind, both native of Númenor and brought from distant lands, surround you as you and Elendil walk for a while before sitting on a stone bench, his hands in yours.

"I will tell you everything." you promise, and you do, once you have made sure no one is listening.

Shapeshifters are not unknown in Númenor, but they are considered nothing more than stories to entertain children; legends say that they once existed until Men hunted them to extinction, but no one above the age of ten believe them. They should.

You inherited the gift from your mother, and her from hers; shapeshifters are now very rare, and they keep their nature secret out of fear of being ousted or hunted and captured like animals forced to entertain a crowd.

"My kin's animal is, as you have seen, the fox; I know a man who changes into a wolf, and there is a pair of sisters who can turn into seals." you explain; you don't add their names, since you have all sworn to keep each other's secret as well as your own "We learn to shift around eight or ten years of age; after the first time it is as simple as breathing. The transformation is not painful, and we retain our intelligence, memory and conscience. The least we wear when we turn the better, but clothes magically disappear and reapper when we return to our original shape, even though no one really knows how it works."

Elendil listens, fascinated by you as well as by your story. He has always known you were special, but to know it for a fact is different... in a good way.

“Do you eat what a real fox eats? Can you change every time you want? There is a legend that says shapeshifters can only do it on a full moon night.”

“I have gotten used to eating mice and small birds, yes, even though as a young girl it disgusted me; I simply need to give the fox's body time to digest before shifting back, because the real me would then be sick. And about the moon, it is a common misconception; we can turn whenever we want... but we need to do it regularly, otherwise the animal part of our fëa will take over, and the shift will happen out of our control.”

This rule is, sadly, the cause of your misfortune of yesterday. Since you were a young girl, your habit has been to turn every five days; you know you can resist up to nine before being forced to shift against your will, but as your mother taught you, it is safer not to rely too much on your self-control. Therefore, every five days, you turn in the secrecy of your mother’s house and go roam free in the city, sniffing around, hunting small preys and even letting children pet and play with you. The worst that had ever happened to you until last night was to be kicked out, sometimes literally, from a shop you had sneaked in looking for food or a combative fox, a real one, in whose territory you had trespassed. In your vixen form you are quick, agile and exceptionally good at hiding; you are careful to stay where it is safe, and never stray too far from home.

But last night was different; last night you really feared your time had come. You didn’t even want to shift and go for your usual stroll, since you feared you would be late for your date with Elendil, but it had been seven days since your last time -in the previous days you had been too busy with the Queen to go- and you didn’t want to risk shifting while you were with him. So you have gone out... and while happily scampering in an alley after a hearty meal of mice, you had stumbled on a group of boys playing with a ball in a small square.

“I didn’t scare them; I was simply minding my own business, but they saw me and decided to have some fun with me” you explain, and you shiver, even though a warm evening is falling on the city; you felt so scared, so powerless to stop them unless you shifted back and revealed your secret to six or seven strangers, and some say that animals don’t feel pain or fear as Men do, but as far as you are concerned, that could not be farther from the truth...

“I tried to run away, and then to bite them so that they would let me go, but I couldn’t; they caught me, surrounded me, and decided that since I was so quick and small, they would buy dinner to the one who would hit my head with a stone.”

“Oh, Eru..."

“I know; I was so scared... such cruelty, from a group of young boys, and without a reason, since I was not a threat nor a prey they could eat if they were hungry. In the end, one of them did hit me, and then another one, and another one... and in the end, since at that point I was limping and the game was over, they decided it would be amusing first to dunk me in a fountain to see whether I could hold my breath, and then to set my tail on fire.”

Elendil blanches, even though he saw your tail is whole and healthy himself, and you quickly reassure him: you were finally able to escape biting the boy who was holding you while the others discussed who would go and procure a tinderbox; speaking wet, weak and limping, you were finally able to find a place to hide... and that is where he found you, hours later.

You smile while, having overcome guilt and embarassment, you caress his hand with yours. “Thank you for taking care of me; I know you are not used to having animals in your house, and for that I am grateful. I really don’t know what would have become of me if you hadn’t intervened.”

“I was happy to help, even though I had no idea it was you. So...” Elendil begins with a coy smile “Is that misadventure the only reason you didn’t join me at the regatta?”

You assure him it is; the idea of spending an evening with him made you so happy, and you felt terribly guilty when you realized you had left him waiting for hours at the pier... even though his kindness had allowed the two of you to spend some time together anyway, even though not how you had imagined.

“So the vixen was not the lady you had planned to take to your bed last night?” you ask with a mischievous smile, and the man next to you turns pink in the face.

“I didn’t mean... I swear I wouldn’t have... I would have been happy, obviously, but...”

“It is all right; I know I can trust you, and your intentions. Anyway, you need to know I turned the other way while you were changing into your sleeping clothes... even though I was tempted to peak.”

Elendil is now fully blushing, which unlike what would happen for most men, makes him even more handsome. He laughs, shaking his head, and “Truly you are marvellous” he says, his voice full of affection, as if your ability to shapeshift into a fox weren’t the only thing filling him with wonder as he looks at you “But I always knew that; at least, I have been certain for some years already.”

He doesn’t talk anymore; but the mute question, the invitation, in his sea-blue eyes is clear enough you cannot even pretend to misunderstand. The beating of your heart is so loud it deafens you, but the sensation is not unpleasant - far from it, and you feel more thirsty than you have ever been, in front of a spring of clear water...

”You must know" you stammer, just as he starts closing the distance between the two of you; it is almost painful to discuss something that could separate you now that you are close, finally as close as you always wanted, but you want there to be sincerity between you, now that he is part of your secret and he has proved he deserves to be “If I ever were to have children, they would be...”

“I know; they would be beautiful, just like you are” he interrupts you, a smile dancing on his lips -his lips!- and in his eyes “I know what you mean. It is too soon to talk about children, but I wouldn’t mind if they were... kits. I would have never imagined any of this, but this ability is just another thing I love about you. I would have loved you all the same if you didn’t have it; you already were, and always will be, special to me.”

Those words move you to the point of making you speechless, even if you knew what to say. But you know what to do, that is to offer him the face that Elendil gently takes in his hands, and a moment later you are sharing your first kiss, passionate, warm, long enough to leave you both breathless, and then a second kiss follows, and a third, and a fourth, your fingers moving in his hair as you repeat his name like an invocation, like a prayer and a plea, and his warm and firm hands have started moving on your body, gentle and possessive, a promise of more to come...

In the end, his forehead is resting against yours, your breaths interwining; he quietly asks what he had hoped to ask you last night after walking you home, and you don't hesitate before answering.

“Yes! Yes, of course, there is nothing I would love more.” you say, your heart bursting with joy; Elendil laughs, happy and relieved to know your feelings match his.

“My beautiful fox-lady” he says, voice full of affection and tenderness, holding you close, and you will have to ask him not to call you that in public, but you like it, you love it, and you love him.

The flowers he brought you remain at the other end of the bench while you share words, kisses, and feelings, and promises, and make plans for tonight. It is outrageously late when you finally return to the Queen’s rooms to help her prepare for the banquet, but for once in your life you don’t care, happy with the certainty that your heart is in good hands, your love is returned, and that both fox-you and woman-you will be safe in the care of the man you both love.

Tagging @starlady66 @grinkitty and @elvenenby. Hope you like this!!

#The Lord of the Rings #The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power #The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Elendil #Elendil the Tall #Elendil x reader #Lloyd Owen #Bellona's stuff

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cheolsfae · 6 months

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Hii! Can you please do Ateez San’s future spouse and ideal type reading? Thank you 💖

Yeah! I can do his ideal type here and I'll link the future spouse here 💕 His energy was really coming through for most of this reading, lol. He's got a lot of things to say I think lol.

*Disclaimer: solely for fun! Please do not take this seriously. For entertainment purposes only!*

Past: king of cups

He want someone who is just as affectionate as he is. I think he wants someone more emotionally mature. Someone who can communicate their feelings properly and not just ignore the problem until it goes away. I think he is also the type to do this too. I don't think he lets things that hurt him slide so easily. He likes to get to the root of the issue and solve the problem right then and there and that's the type of partner he wants.

Present: knight of swords

He wants that passion! Someone who is willing to take a risk for him. Someone he can take the risk for! Someone worth the time and energy he puts into them. Maybe someone even brave. Who isn't afraid of doing things that might be a little stupid in the moment.

Future: 6 of cups

I think he knows or maybe knew this person (at some point in time). I think they've known each for a while. He thinks of them often. I feel like maybe in a little bit of a regrettable way. Like not getting the chance to make this move earlier or before and he's thinking a little too hard about it too. If this person is currently in his life, he's trying to get it in gear.

Bottom of the deck: the tower

I think he feels like he isn't going to meet this person. He's the one that's going to stall this whole thing if he keeps thinking this negatively! If he takes it slow, and just let things unfold, it's going to work out.

*Oracle deck was also used!

#—faes readings #ateez #kang yeosang #choi jongho #choi san #kim hongjoong #jung wooyoung #jeong yunho #park seonghwa #song mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic

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kousuke.exe not only stopped working but was unable to process the input and was glitching and malfunctioning the entire night lmaooo sigh. i want to remain hopeful that this night will spark at least some kind of change in him despite yui doing yui things… but we'll see.

speaking of yu jing, do you think rand has assured her some kind of protection from yui once the article comes out? yu jing must be aware of how risky all this is. is she prepared for when yui seeks her revenge? idk maybe i'm overthinking this because i'm from a country where journalists get killed all the time, but i still wonder what makes yu jing so brave. what is, to her, worth making an enemy of yui? is it really just righteousness? i'm lowkey really scared for her tbh but ahh i can't wait til we get to the article.

aahhh i'm glad the romance is giving you everything you want!!! it may not be my personal focus but i do enjoy the romance in ily a lot. slowly learning about all the ways shinae and nol are delicately interwoven has been a delight. it adds so much to the story and i can see their romance blooming into something very beautiful! and please, i'm looking forward to you talking about them in more detail when/if you have the time <3

…..actually, thinking about it, maybe "devotion" wasn't the word i was looking for 😅 sorry, i'm not a native speaker so i wasn't aware the religious connotations were so strong. but i really like your interpretation, and it was very kind of you to not dismiss it! i guess i was looking for something stronger and more emotional than "loyalty". because to me, shinae's actions read not only as "you were a good friend to me so i'll be a good friend to you", but also as "you mean a lot to me and i don't want to lose you". idk if there is even a word that captures this?

and not to get too analytical but i find it interesting to compare nol to minhyuk in that aspect. maybe you will disagree but imo shinae's actions aren't necessarily romantic. i believe she'd be just as affected and do the same things if it was minhyuk, who is similarly meaningful to her. except with nol, there is a different layer to it. there is the soulmateism she isn't aware of (yet), but she IS aware of her heart thumping and not being able to hold his gaze, there's also the change in his behavior, and her attraction to rand which she still has to unpack (it's not just for comedic effect it's obvious she's projecting lol) and i cannot wait for her to do the math and realize what's happening lmao it will likely take her some time but that's fine. she'll get there 👍 and yes yes yes after everything these two (and kousuke too) have been through all i want is a happy ending whatever that may look like 🥺 and therapy for all of them. maybe they can get a group discount /j

-lil anon 😼

That is a REALLY good point about Yujing. It's partly why I do believe this piece she's working on started with her friend at the root - it HAS to be worth risking her career and potentially life. Yujing surely knows the risks she's taking. I remember at the beginning of 151 she tells her friend that what she's working on might take several years, but that it's something her friend would be very interested in. If Manli is the friend Yujing has that was sa'd, then it would give her a reason to chase the story, I think. Once she finds out Nol pled guilty, though, she calls her mysterious contact and the story that once was seemed like it would take years suddenly has only the amount of time as Nol's sentencing.

Isn't that interesting? I still am not entirely sure what to make of it. Clearly everyone expected Nol to plead not guilty, for the trial proceedings to take place, for Shinae to give her testimony. Also something that stands out to me - Meg was told her testimony wasn't needed, that it wouldn't matter if she testified anyway because it'd get thrown out and before Nol could get much more out of her, Yui appeared. Not so subtle, right?

That's a small tangent lol but the point is: yes, I think that this is an important story to Yujing, not just for her journalistic integrity, but for something more personal. Vindication for a friend? For multiple friends? Because while I don't know if Yujing is aware of the full extent of how Yui has raised Kousuke, I think she knows enough to sense otherwise. She was disappointed to find that Kousuke hadn't changed, much like Nol is disappointed he hasn't changed - in a way, they've been rooting for him to come to the conclusion we have, right? They've been waiting for him to really comprehend the full scope of his life the who his mother is.

Another interesting thing is that Yui absolutely tries to play her tricks with Yujing, to put on that maternal mask, but Yujing doesn't even bother entertaining her. Also, that day that she was interviewing Nol, Yujing wrapped up with Yui's entrance. She definitely has an inkling that Yui's presence would compromise Nol's responses and make him uncomfortable, and she could probably deduce that was exactly what Yui was hoping for, to meddle more than she already had.

And that comes to another point about Yui. She notes that what she's doing with Nol is below her paygrade and she's doing it as a favor to Rand, but I have to wonder if it wasn't rather self-serving. Nol's drug-related charges link right back to Yui, and we have enough to deduce that this isn't the first time Yui has provided such drugs. If you haven't read this post yet, please do! It poses an interesting link between Kousuke's college incident and Yui providing drugs.

All this to say: I think the story must be very important to Yujing for her to tackle it, knowing who Yui Hirahara is and what she's capable of. But it also leaves us wondering what kind of protection can Rand even provide? He couldn't protect Nol. He couldn't protect Kousuke, though perhaps he was just too late. He can't even really do much to protect himself. And the way the judge managing Nol's case just so happened to retire? We know she pulled some kind of strings, intimidated someone, something. She has so much power and we don't even know the extent of it all. So. What kind of protection can Rand even afford her?

But yes, I do worry about the outcome of this story, even though I also look forward to it. It feels like it will end up being a bombshell in a lot of ways. I also wonder about how the setting of ILY plays into this. In the past, quimchee has referred to it as the United States of Korea - not quite Korea, definitely not America, but as the story has unfolded and characters have gone to and from America, England, Ireland, Japan, does that mean we definitively are set in Korea - and if yes are we following Korean laws? Libel and slander in Korea are a big deal - you could sue someone for running a story defaming you, even if they reported the truth! And again, with the contacts Yui seems to have, I have to wonder what her reach is.

I guess that's what makes Yujing seem like such a cool and formidable character. I want to know what she knows lol i want to know what her angle is. Also while I'm talking about her, here's something interesting I just noticed. Yujing spoke of Kousuke and Nol with familiarity when she interrupted their fancy meal. She said that it was a surprise to see them getting along enough to eat because the atmosphere would be hostile whenever they were in the same room together. There's also that history between her and Nol and her dog Senator. It raises some questions - when has Yujing been around them together? Especially because of the way Yui played dumb about her; it could be an act altogether, asking if they went to university together full well knowing it's so.

Also one other thing while I'm on this subject lol. The morning that Yujing saw on the news Nol pleaded guilty, she was going through a news story about an altercation between Nol and Kousuke. Without knowing the angle of her story, I wasn't sure what this had to do with what she's working on - sure the framing of Nol as a bad person plays into it, but also - during his interview with Yujing, before it got cut off, he says to her "It's not the first time the truth has been twisted in the media to fit a narrative". Is he speaking about that article, the one that frames him as the aggressor? Is that the one Kousuke has that fabricated memory of? Ahhhhhhh the more I think about what Yujing is working on the more desperate I become to read it!

and please, i'm looking forward to you talking about them in more detail when/if you have the time <3

This will definitely be coming hopefully soon! It's just something that's been on my mind as I reread lol. Like you said, it's very delicately woven! For me, there's something about watching two characters really come to matter to each other; it's not something I feel like I'm good at writing myself, but it's something that just really gets to me. I'm definitely ILY for the story and learning about their pasts, and seeing what will come of everyone, but the possibility of romance is just the icing on the cake, tbh! I really enjoy scenes where we get to see Shinae be honest, and we tend to get those when Nol is involved lol. (But also while looking at some earlier chapters I got weirdly emotional re-reading Yujing and Shinae's first meeting at the mall, when she helped pick out clothes that flatter her and Shinae asked if it was weird or wrong to favor comfort over style and Yujing reassured her it's not. idk it was a nice little moment, Shinae deserves all the reassurance!)

But I definitely get what you mean! I think devotion DOES work - frankly I'm not a particularly religious person I think of devotion as lol one of those foundations for a lasting marriage/partnership lmao. And I don't think it necessarily needs to be seen as a romantic thing, either! I just enjoy the religious imagery of it because it makes it feel somehow... idk, transcendent? Since right, it's a stronger word that loyalty is! And I do agree that her devotion, her dedication, her insistence on being there itself is not inherently romantic, which is what I love about it!

Idk how to explain this so please bare with me lol. It's like... to me romance isn't a raging forest fire, because eventually that kind of fire will just. Burn up and one day all that will be left is ash. It burns hot and strong and it's passionate, until there's nothing left. But a steady burning flame? Something that isn't so extreme, isn't so magnificent? But it's steady and constant, it's reassuring. You can trust it to continue. Sure a candle will eventually burn itself out but it's not like that wildfire that just burns and consumes until there's nothing left.

So when it comes to romance and things that seem otherwise mundane, I love it SO MUCH. Because I think it really plays into that narrative of how do you even define platonic vs romantic love? Shinae could very well have the most platonic feelings about Nol and still want to sit by his bed and keep watch over him, to make sure he's okay, to make sure he doesn't go out of her sight again. She absolutely would do the same thing for Minhyuk, someone we know is one of the most important people to her outside of her family. She did it as much as she could for her father when he was in that same position, too.

there is the soulmateism she isn't aware of (yet), but she IS aware of her heart thumping and not being able to hold his gaze, there's also the change in his behavior, and her attraction to rand which she still has to unpack (it's not just for comedic effect it's obvious she's projecting lol) and i cannot wait for her to do the math and realize what's happening lmao

THE BIG DUMB SMILE THAT GREW ON MY FACE WHILE READING IT because that's it THAT'S EXACTLY IT lol that's why it just GETS to me! Because she WOULD do this for any other person she loves, anyone else who is important to her, but this isn't any other person, it's him, and it's the way she can't hold his gaze, it's their tendency to lean towards each other (metaphorically or literally), it's the way he's let his defenses down a little more than she's used to, it's the way he's acting on something she once upon a time thought he was and told him not to but now she's not so concerned about crossing that line. In fact, that's BEEN going on! She went from telling him not to be too familiar with her lest he make his girlfriend mad at him waaaaaaay back before the formal to LMAO holding his dumb hands because it brings her comfort so she assumes it will do the same for him. It's all those little things!!!!!!!!

I, too, am waiting for her to have that realization that this version of Nol, this side of him he's shown her, that intensity, is SO much like Rand LMAO. I fully agree - that was not simply for comedic affect LMAO that was a little seed planted (although, hands down, the conversation Nol and Kousuke have following that is one of my FAVORITE scenes. There's something about the way Nol is just. Talking to Kousuke like maybe they don't hate each other and maybe they aren't at each others' throats all the time, casually noting that sure he finds Dieter's mom hot but is he going to SAY so and Kousuke just like PLEASE SHUT UP THIS IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE such a FUNNY scene lmao).

BUT ANYWAY YEAH IT'S EXACTLY THAT!!!!!!! I love love that isn't grand and overstated. Like, that's fine and I definitely can enjoy a really grand gesture, they're fun to read! But I love the kind of love that blooms from a seed that was planted long ago and maybe you didn't even realize you were nurturing it but eventually it grows and will bloom and that bud has grown and it may not have completely unfurled itself but. In time!!! Soon!!!!! It's the "calling insistently to check up on you and worrying even when i'm told you're okay because i want to hear it for myself". It's the "defending you even when you aren't around to see it because it's not an act i put on you are special and i don't like it when people mistreat you." It's the way!!! Her acts of care!!!! Linger even after she's gone!!!!! It's the way he always seems to reel from whatever mark she's left - her hands bunching up his coat, the earbud she returns to him, the stupid chicken nugget hand holding. AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH all these little moments that could just as easily remain platonic, except they're stirring something up!!!!!

That they are each people who aren't good at receiving care from others but end up doing exactly that for each other! And how they receive that concern and care! Nol always seems SO affected by the times she pays attention to him, when she notices things. The medicine she bought him!!!!!!! Because he is a person who deserves to be taken care of!!!! When no one else but Nana does that. ;A; Like alfkjakfjkjaf lmao see I'm accidentally going on the tangent already but that's! Exactly what I love about them. That, as you put it, they are so delicately woven, it's been happening all along but NOW we can see that tapestry they've been weaving. We can see exactly how they've affected each other in a way that's led to these flirty little fingers dancing, to this additional layer atop something that could be otherwise so platonic. It could be Minhyuk and she'd still be asleep at the side of his bed, but it's not, it's Nol, and that makes all the difference.

;A;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GROUP DISCOUNT THERAPY FOR ALL!!!!!!!!! lmao I really do look forward to the end even though I HATE things ending and I tend to hold off finishing them as long as I can lmao because I get sad but ILY is special because I DO hope as many characters can get the happy endings they deserve, can find the comforting peace they need. I think everyone will always carry some kind of baggage, but bagage isn't as heavy if you can share it with someone, if someone can lighten the load. I mean that very platonically, too - I just want to see these characters find some kind of peace and have someone who understands, who gives them that space.

But I definitely want them all to get therapy LMAO PLS

#I Love Yoo #ILY Brainrot #ILY FP #ILY Spoilers #I had to think for a hot second to remember if this contains spoilers because i'm at that point i've been yelling about these eps for so #long it feels like that i forget whether they've gone free or not LMAO #lil anon #ALSO i just want to say your English is really great and i would never have guessed it's not your native language but also! don't feel bad #about the word devotion. it doesn't NEED to be religious at all that's just lmao a weird catnip thing for me #devotion is definitely considered a fundamental aspect of relationships!#'undying devotion' and such like that #i'm just also a weird sucker for vaguely sacrilegious imagery like 'praying at the alter of your lips' LMAO SO LIKE!!!!!! don't worry!#Stalkyoo #Aegi #Shinae Yoo #Nol #Nolan Oliver T. Lochlainn #Yujing #Yui Hirahara #have we ever gotten Yujing's last name? lmao #anyway as always a very good ask I did a LOT of rambling and going on tangents because idk how to curtail myself alfjkakjfjkaf #really uhh alfjakfj really got into my shippy feels too LMAOOOOOOOOO #it's okay i think that's what a lot of people are here for #sometimes you just. gotta. indulge in something that brings you great joy lmao #and sometimes that something is the tenderness of quietly blooming feelings growing between people #or w/e #hahahahahah

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Aquarium update: everything is growth everywhere forever

The plants in this tank are growing like craaazy. I want to let it mature, and only cut the plants that inhibit the growth of others. I wanna let this tank mature real good. Having so much plant growth kinda makes me want a second tank to take advantage of all the cuttings I could get from this one... But I'll deal with those demons (by indulging them) once I have a job lol. I do still have some aquarium stuff I could trade for the things I'd need on a second tank, but we'll get there when we get there.

The nymphoides hydrophila 'Taiwan' finally (fucking finally) latched onto the substrate and developed new leaves!!! I lost all the other cuttings I started this tank with because the stem would rot and make the plants float away; the one lonely survivor isn't in great shape (and, in fact, I tried pulling it off yesterday but couldn't because the roots are doing their job) but it's growing more leaves!!! So once they grow big and strong I'll probably cut the bad leaf off. Or maybe I'll leave it there so the snails have something to munch on. Who knows

I'm thinking of making a lid for the aquarium because 1) now that it's got a fish in it I'm worried about it jumping out or getting snagged by my cat; 2) the lights are currently way too close to the plants, causing some of them to get holes and an ugly burnt colour. Those brave little leaves are, at the very least, protecting all the other lights from suffering the same fate, so yippee! I have a lot of leftover wood laying around still, it's only a matter of going and doing the thing :p

Speaking of stocking, though...

Here's the lady of the hour! It's very hard to get good pictures of her, let alone pictures of her colours. Not sure of her genetics, but she has no red as far as I can see, instead having a dark body with awesome iridescent blue reflections/markings on her fins (if anyone more in-the-know about betta genetics is willing to help explain this, please do)

She's still very new (hasn't been here for even a week), so she still has some minimal fin damage from having been kept in a sorority at the LFS. That cut on her tail already looks way better than it does in this video, recorded on sunday (the day after I got her). Her fins recovering is also accompanied by her colours developing little by little - I'm sure her daily servings of baby snails are helping as well :b

The guy at the LFS said her deep blue colours with no reds would be awesome for breeding and the demons haven't stopped bothering me since then about that either. The demons want a 27L cube stocked with a male dark blue plakat. We will see what happens with the demons once I get a job

#rambling #Peceraposteo #Fishblr #Bettablr #planted aquarium #Video #Animals #Fish #Nerite snail #The demons want me to trade my 60x40x30 tank for a 30x30x30 cube.......

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kkysolo · 4 months

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hello there! i know that this account is inactive, however i still wanted to message you on the off-chance that you might see it. as a fanfic writer myself i know and understand the stress and pressure of gaining any semblance of a following. i also know how good it feels to know that people love and care for any of my work. i vividly remember reading “the cultist” for the first time. i had to be up for work at eight in the morning and was irresponsible enough to pull an all-nighter in order to finish it all in one sitting. i recommend the fic to people who aren’t even in the fandom simply because it’s so wonderful. i have read fanfiction for over fifteen years at this point, and never- not ONCE- have i adored a fic quite so much. i have re-read it at least thirty times over the last three years (i think i might have a problem). your writing style is absolutely unmatched and if you were to ever publish a book of your own please know that i would be first in line for a signing! despite the fact that you don’t know me personally, your fic has offered me solace in times of great emotional stress and major life changes. in turn, YOU have been there for me during these times as well. thank you for being an amazing writer. thank you for being brave enough to put your work out there. thank you for being kind to yourself and knowing when to step away from this blog/fandom. thank you- from the bottom of my heart- thank you. you’re awesome :)

hi there, love!

i've read and re-read this message a few times now, and i still don't think anything i could say in words would communicate how it made me feel. but it made me feel a lot.

the fact you still think of it, re-read it, circle back to it, recommend it - that is truly special to hear, and i'm so, so thrilled to know it stayed with you. i'm even more affected by the fact it was with you during hard times (i wrote it during my own hard times, so it was there for both of us!). i'm rooting for you, and i hope those times have passed for you.

maybe one day (because i never say never), i'll return to it. but for now, i'm just so glad that it found its way to you, and anyone else who enjoyed it.

as for my own book - maybe one day! 🤍

thank you so, so much for your kind words and for the support. it genuinely means the world. even though i'm not active here anymore, i'll always be connected to those stories - especially the cultist - and to the people i met here along the way.

above all else, thank you for everything!

i think i'll come back to this message quite a bit. thank you 🤍 x

#i still log on every so often #but u guys can follow me on glassgauze if u want i am always there <3 #ask

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mydarllinglover · 9 months

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SafeHouse || Three

I spent most of the time in lessons looking out for Malfoy and waiting for his arrival, dont ask me why, I had no idea myself, but I would tell you it was to make sure he was okay, for Hagrids benefit.

The rest of the time was spent in the library, trying to catch up on my studies and incase I had missed anything from the two years I spent at Beaubaxtons on a different learning course.

I hadn't seen a lot of Ron and Harry, only really Hermione and that was mostly just in silence as we both studied.

It was Thursday, in potions class with the Gryffindors when Malfoy swaggered in, his right arm bandaged up and wrapped in a sling, he was acting as though he was this heroic survivor who had just slain a dragon to save a poor village, not a prick who decided to piss off a Hippogriff.

"How is it, Draco?" Pansy simpered after him "does it hurt much?"

"Yeah" Malfoy replied, putting on a brave grimace. But I as well as the rest of the class caught the wink he sent to his two cronies when Pansy looked away, making me roll my eyes at the show.

"Settle down, Settle down" Professor Snape told the class, I rolled my eyes again at the fact that the only people who were talking was Malfoy and Parkinson.

We were making a shrinking solution today.

Malfoy decided to set up his cauldron next to Ron and Harry so they would be preparing their ingredients on the same table whilst I worked on a table with Hermione.

I heard Malfoy call out to Professor Snape "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots because of my arm-"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoys roots for him" Snape had instructed my twin without looking up.

I watched how my brother went Brick red

"Theres nothing wrong with your arm" I saw him hiss at Malfoy.

I looked at Hermione, her giving me a grimace back as we sensed Ron would be losing it very quickly, and with Snape in charge this surely would end badly for my dear brother.

"you dont mind do-"

"Go, make him switch with you, its fine" Hermione told me

I walked over to Harry and Ron, trying my best to go unnoticed By Snape, I may be a Slytherin, but it didn't mean he was that keen on me.

"Hey, Ron do you mind switching with me, I cant quite see the board from my place, but I don't wanna leave Hermione on her own" I hinted to him

"Really? maybe you should just write to mum, she can- Ow, okay, see ya Harry" He finally got it after I kicked him in the shin, then picked up his own stuff and brought it over to my old spot.

"Thanks" Harry mumbled to me, probably glad that he wouldn't have to pull Ron off of Malfoy and most likely ending up in detention.

"I'm pretty sure Snape meant the other Ginger, but you'll do, I guess" Malfoy rolled his eyes.

I returned it as I cut up his daisy roots neatly, knowing nothing else would be good for his Majesty "will that be all your royal highness?" I asked him with no emotion.

Instead of answering me, he called to Snape again "And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned" he told the greasy man with a malicious laugh

"Potter, you can skin Malfoys Shrivelfig" Harry made quick work on it, throwing it back to Malfoy, almost hitting me in the face with it in the mean time.

"Seen your pal, Hagrid lately?" Malfoy asked us quietly

"Mind your business" I whispered back at him, not bothering to look up just to be met with his stupid smirk.

"I'm afraid he wont be a teacher much longer,' Malfoy explained, putting on a voice of mock sorrow, as if he actually cared "Fathers not very happy about my injury"

"I'm sorry Malfoy, I don't remember asking, I'm much more interested in making this potion" I snapped, finally breaking to lift my head up to face him, I could hear Harry let out a chuckle next to me, making sure to keep his face well out of sight.

Malfoy didn't find my comment near enough as funny as he furrowed his eyebrows, a glare of hatred seeping onto his dull pale face, but before he could say anything my attention went to poor Neville, and Snape who had a ladle of his potion and sneering at him.

"Orange, Longbottom" He dropped the ladle back into the cauldron, letting it splash so that everyone in the class could see. "Orange. Tell me boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours?" my jaw dropped at how cruel that horrible man could really be, no wonder he was Slytherins Head of House, no offence to myself.

"Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly that only one rat spleen was needed? didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? what do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"

Neville was pink and trembling, any more and he sure would be a fountain of tears.

"Please, sir" Hermione pleaded "please, I could help Neville put it right-"

"I dont remember asking you to show off Miss Granger, Longbottom at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."

"Sir" I couldn't help myself as I grabbed his and the rest of the classes attention

"Keira, what are you doing?" Harry hissed at me

"Yes, Miss Weasley" He drawled

"Dont you think that if Neville is constantly messing up his potions in your classes, but hes good in everything else, that maybe, you're the problem? Hm, because, aren't you the teacher?" I saw Ron and Hermiones eyes bulge, but a proud smile on Ron's face that I actually just said that to him

"Detention Miss Weasley! I will not accept those sorts of accusations in my Class, Your lucky you're in my house, other whys there would be a lot more of Points missing for the hourglass, Back to your potions, all of you!" He ordered all of us

"Keira, well done! why would you do that, its only gonna come back and bite you!" Harry lectured me" Who knows what he's going to make you do in detention"

"I cant stand bullies!" I rolled my eyes

"Maybe your dumber than I thought, Weaslette" Malfoy chuckled

"Nice one, Weasley!" Seamus Finnigan told me as he came up beside Harry. "Hey, Harry" he greeted him as he leaned over to borrow his brass scales "Have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning- they reckon Sirius Black has been sighted."

"Where?" Harry asked him, Malfoy lifting his head to listen closely.

"Not too far from here" Seamus said excitedly "It was a Muggle who saw him. Course, she didn't really understand. The Muggles just think hes an ordinary criminal, dont they? So she 'Phoned the telephone hotline'. By the time the ministry of magic got there, he was gone."

Catching Malfoy still eavesdropping I thought it best No more was said until it was safer to talk

"Thanks Seamus, for letting us know" I gave him a smile

"Anytime, Keira, see ya round? maybe up Hogsmeade for a butterbeer?" He asked me

"Seamus, Haven't you got a potion to explode?" My brother called from his table, making Seamus glare at him and walk back to his table

"Wait was he asking me ou-

"Yes, Weasley, wow your obliviousness is really astounding, you could give Potter a run for his gold" Malfoy said

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now. This potion needs to stew before it can be drunk; clear away whilst it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's ..."

Harry and I packed up our unused ingredients, then met Ron at the Wash basin as Hermione mumbled instructions to Neville out of the corner of her mouth.

"Your an idiot, Keira!" He told me

"Gee thanks" I deadpanned "love you too"

"You should of just kept your mouth shut, dont be surprised if mum sends an howler"

"Wow, didn't realise talking bad to a teacher is as bad as stealing a flying car and getting caught by muggles and ending up on the front page of newspapers"

"Sorry, mate but she's got you there" Harry chimed in

"shut up Harry!" Ron said

With the end of the lesson in sight, Snape was by Nevilles Cauldron

"Gather round" Snape told us "And watch what happens to Longbottoms Toad. if he managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. if, as I dont doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned."

I held my breath as the Gryffindors looked fearful and the Slytherins looked excited. Snape picked up Nevilles Toad in his left hand and dipped a small spoon into his now green potion. He trickled a few drops down the toads throat.

There was a moment of silence, in which it gulped, followed by a small pop and a tadpole was wriggling in Snapes palm.

The Gryfindors and I broke into applause, clearly dampening Snapes mood, as he fixed the tadpole, bringing back a toad.

"Five points from Gryffindor" said Snape, cutting short their cheers

"What!?"

"Something to say , Miss Weasley, you've grown into the Gryffindor Cheerleader lately, we might have to have another sorting ceremony" Snape said in a bored monotone voice

"Sir, how is that fair?! Your taking points away, because your student got a potion right, I would've thought that would make you glad, that your teaching seems to be working"

"Miss Weasley, if you speak again during this lesson, you will be in detention until you finish seventh year!" He told me.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me now, Most of the Slytherins laughing amongst each other, all but Malfoy.

After class, instead of joining my friends for lunch I went to the library, this time just to cool down and be by myself for a while until my next class.

I hated potions with a passion, it was a class I was good at but everything about it just pissed me off, especially the professors that taught it, I've never met a good Potions Professor.

I had managed to fall asleep where I was sat at the library, meaning I would be late for my Defence Against The Dark Arts class, once again with the Gryffindors.

I raced to the classroom, throwing the door in a rush but luckily Lupin wasn't there yet, but everyone had their eyes on me as i stood there panting. Luckily Hermione had saved me a seat, as I rushed to get my stuff out of my bag

"Where were you?" Ron asked me, rather louder than I would of liked, from the table next to us "And why weren't you at lunch, you've been skipping a lot of meals lately, mum wont like that"

"Shut up Ronald, its not like you dont eat enough for the both of us" I sneered

"Har har, but why are you late, you coulda got in trouble if lupin wasn't late either"

"I fell asleep in the library, alright, why are you so bothered" I rolled my eyes.

Lupin then walked in, looking a considerably lot better than when we saw him on the train.

"Good afternoon, would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands,'

Ron and I met eye contact Instantly, curiosity obvious in both our eyes.

Lupin led us to the new classroom "What d'ya reckon we'll be doing?" I asked the other three

"Whatever it is, I hope it has nothing to do with Cornish Pixies" Harry grumbled

I quirked an eyebrow in confusion "is this another long story thing?" I asked them

"Not really, lockhart brought cornish pixies to our lesson last year, and caused chaos, poor neville even got stuck on the chandelier, bless him" Hermione sighed at the memory

"Glad I wasn't there than, I hate heights"

Turning a corner we were met with Peeves, who I had met very quickly when Fred and George planned a prank with him after telling me they were going to give me the Fred & George grand Hogwarts tour, there was nothing grand about it.

Peeves was floating upside down in the air and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum.

"Loony, loopy lupin" Peeves sang repeatedly, we waited for Lupin to put an end to Peeves shenanigans as most teachers did but were surprised to see him still smiling

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole, if I were you, Peeves, Mr filch wont be able to get in to his brooms." After the only reply he got in return was a loud wet raspberry, Lupin sighed and took out his wand.

"This is a useful little spell,' he told us "please watch carefully"

he pointed his wand to shoulder height "Waddiwasi" than pointed it at Peeves. I watched in amusement as the Piece of gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves left nostril, causing the poltergeist to zoom off with a string of curses.

I let out a laugh, some of the class joining me

"Cool, sir!" Dean Thomas said, his eyes shining bright with a smile up to his eyebrows as if he just met his idol

"Thank you, Dean, Shall we proceed?" He asked us as he put away his wand

We started of again and I took notice how most of the class looked at our Professor, with much more respect.

We finally got to our destination "inside, please" Professor Lupin ushered us in.

We were stood in a staff room, full of mismatched chairs was empty apart from one teacher.

Professor Snape, he looked surprised to see us coming in, before Lupin could close the door, he interrupted him.

"Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this" Getting to his feet he strode past us, his black robes billowing behind, giving him a dramatic flare. Before stopping at the door. "Possibly no ones warned you, Lupin but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear" He sneered. Neville had gone considerably scarlet.

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation" Lupin replied "and im sure he will perform it admirably." Wow, Lupin was making fast work of becoming my favourite Professor already.

Snape curled his lip, clearly not liking the response "Miss Weasley, you must not forget your detention tonight, you might want to discuss with some of your beloved Gryffindors on how to properly clean things, maybe" and with that he left, shutting the door with a snap. it was now my turn to turn red as some of my fellow Slytherins laughed

"How the hell did you become hated by your own Head of House so much, Miss Weasley?" Lupin asked me, making my eyes go wider

"Wow, thanks Sir" he gave a laugh at my reply

"Now, then" he beckoned our attention back to the class and leading us towards the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old Wardrobe. Lupin went to stand next to it.

I jumped back as the Wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about" Professor told us calmly "There's a boggart in there.' for someone who told us not to worry, he was sure going the wrong way about it. "Boggarts like dark enclosed spaces,' said Professor Lupin as he continued to list spaces that Boggarts like.

He then asked us what a Boggart was, and of course Hermione answered, giving an answer that belonged in an cyclopedia, then Harry answered a question, trying his best to concentrate with Hermione a bundle of answers ready to untangle.

I was starting to get nervous about the practical, if we really had to go up against a boggart, what even was my biggest fear that would scare me so much, surely it wouldn't be heights, how scary can that be when I know that i'm safe and on the ground.

Luckily my last name was Weasley so there was probably a fat chance that I would even have to go up against it in the time for our class, I don't think I could stand the humiliation of someone knowing one of my weaknesses.

I tuned back into what was being discussed when professor Lupin told us "The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practise the charm without wands first. After me please, ... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus" we chanted after

"Good, very good. But that was the easy part, i'm afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville"

The wardrobe shook again, all I could think was, better him than me, As Neville walked forward.

"Right, Neville."

•

"Whew, thank God for Harry Potter" I sighed as I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead as the class walked out of the room

"Gee thanks, glad to be of service" He deadpanned

"Thanks to you, I didn't have to be humiliated by having whatever my worst fear shown in front of the whole class, ugh, I could kiss you right now" I gushed as I cupped his face in my hands, his eyes going wide

"Wait, really?" He looked at me with this sort of hopeful look in his eyes as I held his face

"No!" Ron said as he pulled the back of my robes away from his friend

"You're no fun, Ronald" I complained.

"So, Harry whens Quidditch starting again?" Ron asked, quickly changing the subject

"I dont know really, I kinda just wait for Wood to tell us, my own personal alarm clock" Harry joked

"Who's wood? sounds like a pretty weird name"

"He's Gryffindors quidditch team Captain, he's in seventh Year" Hermione told me as we neared the Great Hall

"Wait, hang on, So this kid-

"Keira, Hes seventeen"

"Anyways, He rides brooms, team captain, and his names wood, that's the most boring but funny thing I've ever heard" I laughed

"Potter, I wanna talk to you about the upcoming season" A Scottish voice said behind us, I turned to see who had coincidentally brought that up after just discussing it, and I was met with the most beautiful person I had ever seen in my life.

I was transfixed as I stared at him, how could someone be so perfect, i'm pretty sure this is what love at first sight was

"What are you doing?" I broke out of my trance to see My friends had left with Captain dreamy and Malfoy had took their spot

"Who's that?" I pointed at the love of my life

"Him? Gryffindors captain, Oliver Wood, he's got this weird obsession with Quidditch, its like his only personality trait" Malfoy drawled

"Thats wood?!" I stopped still, My future husband was an athlete, better yet, captain.

"Yeah, why?"

"Is he single?" I faced Malfoy now

"He's like four years older than you" He blinked at me

"You didn't answer my question" I sighed after Wood had completely left my vision

"whatever Weasle- wait where are you going?" He jogged after me as I walked away from the Great Hall and to the dungeons

"To my dorm? to mentally prepare myself for my detention with Snape" I told him the truth

"What, and your not going to have dinner?"

"No, I don't wanna sit at the table, and its more stricter at dinner, anyways, its none of your business, bye Malfoy" before he could say anything else, I sprinted away from him so I could nap.

I was currently in the freezing cold dungeons in Snapes Classroom, cleaning up the mess from this morning as Snape marked Homework.

As I cleaned I was singing a muggle song "just the two of us" under my breath, to keep my spirits bright.

"Weasley!" Snape shouted over my singing as I got louder without even realising

"yep, yeah, sorry sir"

"Just...the ...two of us" I started again, pretending as if I were singing into a mic

"Goodbye, Miss Weasley!" Snape pointed at the door.

Score, that wasn't even my intention.

#theodore nott #theodore nott x y/n #theo nott x reader #theo nott #draco #dracomalfoyxoriginalcharacter #theodorenottsafehouse #draco lucius malfoy #draco x reader #blaise zabini #hermione granger #ron weasley #harry potter

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softquietsteadylove · 2 years

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Hello, I'm a big fan of Thenamesh and your work. Your stories are so good I'm literally devouring them. A few days ago i had one of those so called "shower thoughts". A scenario where Thena is obsessive and acts like a dog defending it's territory. (It's Gilgamesh of course. He came back after the Emergence, back from the dead like I've read it in so many fanfictions.)

And the Family tries to deal with it but Thena acts so weird and possessive that they're so afraid and don't even want to go near her or Gilgamesh. I tried to write it but it doesn't work. Lack of inspiration. So i wanted to share it with you. If you want you can use it for a OneShot or a Story on AO3.

Ps: you may know me as "Hornysse", sneaking around in the comments of your stories on AO3

"I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"Shit, really?" Kingo looked over his shoulder to Sersi and Sprite and then towards the kitchen again. "But I'm hungry."

Sersi gave him a tight smile. "If you're feeling brave, then go for it."

No one was brave enough to risk the wrath of the Goddess of War.

It wasn't that they couldn't understand it. Since returning from the World Forge, loved ones in hand, everyone was feeling fragile. They'd been through an ordeal, it wasn't something they denied.

But maybe it surprised them how Thena in particular had been since getting Gilgamesh back. Which was that she had taken up a level of territorial that was bordering on possessive. She didn't leave his side, didn't let others near him, barely let them near her unless absolutely necessary. And the lack of contact made it even harder than normal to talk with the stoic Eternal.

Gilgamesh was still healing, still regaining his footing in his second round of life. He wasn't in any condition to try and wrangle his fiercest protector. But if Gilgamesh couldn't do it, it really left the question of who could. And the family had yet to find a real answer to that.

"We can't let her go on like this," Druig spoke up from his place beside Makkari, nodding his head in the direction of the kitchen. Gilgamesh was relearning how to cook for himself first, and his trusty guardian Goddess was by his side, of course. "S'not good for her."

"Would you like to try and talk to her, then?" Sersi gave him a somewhat reproachful look. He clammed up, as she had expected him to. "You're right. But if you have any ideas on what to do about it, then I'm sure we'd love to hear it."

"Can't we just let her," Sprite shrugged her shoulders, rustling her growing auburn hair, "get it out of her system?"

Will she? Makkari asked, looking into the kitchen from her angle. Gil was at the table, taking sips of whatever he'd made. Thena was prowling around behind him, waiting to pounce on whomever would dare to disturb them. Get it out of her system?

"It might get worse before it gets better," Phastos suggested as he returned from his nightly chat with Jack and Ben. "She's got a lot of feelings to sort through--having him back. And that was never a strong suit of hers."

The rest of the family quieted. Phastos was right. It was easy to forget that Thena had a certain fragility under that shell of hers. It wasn't just Mahd Wy'ry, or what they'd all been through together.

Thena and Gil had always been inseparable, since the moment they'd awakened. The first day they ever spent on the planet, each of them could recall the two warriors together, hand in hand, all smiles and camaraderie before they'd established it with anyone else. And that didn't change at all in their thousands of years on the planet together.

They had built a house--an entire life their family had only been able to get a glimpse of in passing.

"I'll talk to her," Druig declared, but was pushed back down into his seat by Kingo.

"Let me try," he said quietly, giving Druig a much softer pat on the shoulder. He raised his hand and waved his fingers by his temple. "She probably doesn't want you rooting around either of their heads."

Druig scoffed at the suggestion that he would, but let Kingo bite the bullet.

Gil looked up as Kingo walked in, smiling. "Hey, Kingo--there's soup, if you want some."

Kingo kept his eyes on Thena, who was measuring exactly how close he could get before he was too close. When he hit that line she leaned off the counter behind Gil and uncrossed her arms. Kingo stilled, keeping his hands in his pockets as a sign of good will. "I'm good, but thanks, buddy."

"Suit yourself," Gil continued on, all but unaware of the tension around him.

"T, how are you feeling?" Kingo asked more directly, watching his sister closely. She really was on high alert, muscles tensed and palms probably burning hot from the energy under her skin.

"Fine."

"Really?" Kingo asks, sliding his foot forward another inch. Thena leaned forward, gripping the back of Gil's chair in one hand. The other remained free. "'Cause we were talking and, uh, we think you seem kinda stressed."

Gilgamesh abandoned his next spoonful of soup and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," she repeated, keeping her eyes on Kingo as if they were about to start a standoff any second. "Finish your soup."

Gil furrowed his brows, finally - just now - noticing how tightly wound she was. "Thena?"

"I know you're worried about him, T," Kingo pulled his hands out of his pockets slowly, raising them with his fingers splayed and his palms turned towards her. "But we're family, okay? You can relax, you know that."

It was a bold claim for him to say it so factually. Thena was practically growling at him.

Gilgamesh looked between the two Fighters. Kingo didn't move a muscle. Thena was still tense behind him. Gil pushed his seat back, with none of the fear that Kingo - and apparently the rest of the family - had about spooking the Warrior Eternal.

Thena watched Gil's every move, as if looking for a crack that would make him shatter in the air before her eyes.

"Hey," he said softly as he stood, moving so he could take her vision away from Kingo completely. His hand raised up to hers gently, and the golden glow of her temper waned. "What's wrong?"

Thena's eyes searched over him, looking at every little tiny detail. But she also looked far away, like she was experiencing everything in a dream.

Gil caught her eyes drifting to Kingo, who was trying to slide out of the room again without incident. He tilted her chin back to him. "Just you and me."

Thena's placid mask slipped, just enough for him to see how the words struck a painful and familiar chord with her.

"You've been taking care of me since I woke up," he attempted a smile, trying to bring hers out with it. But she wasn't there yet, so he slid their fingers together. It anchored her to him further, encouragingly. "Now talk to me."

Thena's lip twitched. It didn't even manage to full on wobble, but the walls were coming down, they could both feel it. Her other hand trembled its way up to his cheek, touching him as if she would shatter him. "You're here."

"I'm here." He was patient, letting her dictate their course and decide their pace. He would wait as long as he had to.

"You weren't, though."

"I know," he nodded, and his eyes drifted down in an apology of sorts. He had always been so attuned to her; their hearts shared the same rhythm. But there was now part of her that he had never experienced. Part of her had now experienced what it was like to lose him--to live without him. And while he wanted to ease her pain, he wasn't sure he was strong enough to experience it for himself.

"And," Thena continued, her voice starting to unravel. Her throat went tight and tears sprang to her wide, green eyes. She started to shake, but Gil's hands encircled both of hers. Her breath came in short puffs. "What if you're not again."

"But I'm here."

"What if I blink and you're not," she whispered, her hand pressing against his cheek more firmly. "What if I turn my back and you're gone again?"

"But I'm right here."

"What if none of this is real?"

It was the question everyone hated thinking. Thena wasn't cured of Mahd Wy'ry just because they had escaped--just because Gilgamesh was back. Her mind was still wounded from their lifetimes upon lifetimes of memories.

"What if you're not real," she sniffed, her tears running down her cheeks purely because she was too filled up to keep them in anymore.

"But I am." He repeated it again and again, whispering it to her as he wiped her tears off her cheeks and gripped her hands when they started to pulse gold again.

Thena shook her head as he held her cheeks, her chest jumping as she tried to breathe. "My entire world...in the blink of an eye."

"I know," he nodded before pressing their foreheads together. "But Earth is safe, because of y-"

"Not Earth."

Gilgamesh closed his eyes as her head tipped up and she hovered there, neither too close nor too far. He could feel her breath on his lips, and he was sure she could feel the same.

"You," she whispered, and it was a question, an answer, a plea, a promise, a vow--so many things she had never gotten to say the first time around. "I can't do it again. I won't--I won't make it-"

"You don't have to," he rushed out, making his own promise to her. They could both feel how fragile that was as soon as it hit the air. "I...I know I broke that promise before. But...never again. I'm right here, Thena. You and me."

Thena inhaled, breathing in the words he'd said as a promise when they ended up in Australia. She had begged and screamed for him to leave--to not resign himself to her and her burdens and her sickness and her violence. But he had stayed - could never have considered leaving - and said it was them. "You and me."

"You and me," he smiled again, and this time he did get just the slightest hint of a smile from her. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to the corner of hers, where the hint of her smile promised more in the future. And he had ever intention of actually seeing out this Eternity to its fullest. "There she is."

She pulled away to look at him, his thumb swiping away the last of her drying tears.

"My Thena," he smiled softly, drinking in the sight of her.

It was such a simple title, but the way her hands gripped his made him want to keep using it, over and over.

She let out her breath slowly and gently as he kissed her cheek with a sense of finality to it. And she uncoiled herself, as much as she was capable in the moment. "They're scared of me."

"Well, you can be pretty scary when you're cranky."

"I am not cranky."

"You can be," he chuckled, feeling more energized just for the easy and familiar rhythm of their exchange. "As much as I appreciate having your protection, I don't think you have anything to worry about. Not with them."

Thena sighed. "I know. But-"

Gil pulled her into his arms more completely, leaning back on the table as he held her and she laid her head on his chest. "I'm all yours. I'm right here."

Two simple little promises, and they screamed his understanding of her very soul. He understood her protectiveness, knew what was driving her to possession. He couldn't fix what had already been done, but he could offer what he could to comfort her in the aftermath. "It'll get easier. It'll get further away. But I'm right here, right now. Nothing is going to shatter that."

Thena unwound a little more in his embrace, breathing out a long held breath. "Fine. They can have some soup."

Gilgamesh just chuckled, relishing the way she buried her face in his chest as he did, as if unable to get enough of it. "You'll let them in the kitchen?--with us?"

Thena nodded silently against him, having been fully satiated by his embrace. "But I'm staying close."

Gil grinned against her soft plume of blonde. "You think I have a problem with that?"

#Thenamesh #Thena #Gilgamesh #Eternals #I hope it's something like what you imagined #thank you so much!#you always have such kind and encouraging words for me #I hope you like it!#Thenamesh AU

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Beyond the Bell Chimes | Part 30

RIIZE Fanfiction: Wonbin, Seunghan, Eunseok, Sohee, Shotaro, Sungchan, Anton, Original Characters Genre: Teen romance, high school romance, fluff, angst, friendship

As autumn swiftly faded, winter took its place, casting a cold spell over everything. The world transformed into a canvas of snowy whites and dark hues, with bustling streets adorned by stalls offering steaming hot soup and snacks to thaw frozen souls.

Jiwoo strolled to the bus stop flanked by the two boys. Despite their confessions, everything felt unchanged. Unspoken competition lingered between them, leaving Jiwoo yearning for the effortless camaraderie of the past. Overthinking crept in — would they remain friends?

"Guys," Jiwoo interjected, halting their steps. They turned to her, awaiting her words. "We're almost done with the school year. Do you think we'll stay the same next year, and the next, and so on?" Anxiety gripped her as she pondered their future together.

The boys exchanged glances, offering sincere smiles. "We're friends no matter what, Jiwoo," Wonbin reassured, prompting a teary-eyed response. "What's wrong? Did I mess up?" he panicked.

"It's just that I don't want us to drift apart because of our feelings. You guys are my best friends, and I can't imagine high school without you," Jiwoo admitted, tears flowing freely. The boys chuckled, patting her shoulder.

"You're not responsible for our feelings, Jiwoo," Seunghan assured. "Maybe one day, we'll grow out of it, or maybe one day, we'll grow more into it," he added with a wink.

"Wow, you sound like a dating expert," scoffed Wonbin.

"Of course! Found it in a bookstore," Seunghan shot back, earning a playful shove from Wonbin. "You should go now," he said, ushering him to his bus stop.

Seunghan bid Jiwoo farewell, leaving her alone with Wonbin, who gazed at her with the softest expression.

"Finally, I get to be alone with you," Wonbin sighed, almost pouting. Jiwoo chuckled, fixing his hair.

"I don't know why Suyoung's been clinging to you. I can't even stand a chance," he confessed.

"Well, she said she likes me more than you do," Jiwoo quipped as they headed back to their bus stop.

"We've got a long break coming up. Any Christmas plans?" Wonbin inquired.

"I'll spend time with family and help out at Shotaro's restaurant. I need to pay for something," she explained. "Still got more than half to go."

"Can I help you? My mom doesn't spend much time with me on Christmas," Wonbin admitted.

"That must be tough," Jiwoo sympathized, patting his back. "I'll ask Shotaro if he needs more help."

"Okay," Wonbin nodded before hesitating. "Would you like to go on a date with me on Saturday?"

Jiwoo blushed. "Ehh?"

"A date. I'm sure others asked too. We've never really been out," Wonbin said, lips almost pouting.

"But I've never been on a date!" Jiwoo panicked. "Yes, they asked, but I've never gone out… I…" She was interrupted by Wonbin's chuckle, his shy and adorable smile easing her nerves.

The maids trembled in fear as Yuri unleashed her wrath, hurling belongings in a wild rampage. Everything she touched seemed to shatter, a physical manifestation of the chaos within her. Fuming with rage, she cursed Eunseok for the predicament she found herself in, a situation where most schools refused her due to her tarnished records at Segye High School.

"D*mn you, Eunseok!" she bellowed, the force of her anger reverberating through the room. Faced with a one-month ultimatum to secure enrollment or face expulsion from her influential family, Yuri's frustration reached a boiling point. Her family, deeply rooted in legislation, wielded considerable influence, but even they couldn't match the might of Song Eunseok's powerful lineage.

Eunseok, meticulously gathering evidence of Yuri's misdeeds and the brave victims seeking justice, had cornered her. Despite her parents' attempts to wield their authority to shield her from the consequences, Yuri's relentless actions proved too much.

During a shopping spree with college friends, Yuri's financial world crumbled when her credit card was unexpectedly locked by her concerned parents. The series of humiliating declines left her exposed, a stark contrast to the facade of affluence she tried to maintain.

"I'm going to break every one of you!" Yuri's scream echoed with a vengeful determination. In her quest for retaliation, she sought to wound Eunseok where it hurt the most. Despite their brief romantic history, Eunseok had always seemed impervious. Today, Yuri vowed to uncover his vulnerabilities and make him pay for the turmoil she found herself in.

Shotaro diligently wrapped up the reports in the council room when an unexpected duo, Eunseok and Sungchan, walked in. Miyoung warmly greeted them, offering seats as they entered.

"What brings you here?" Shotaro inquired.

Eunseok, surprising everyone with his directness, asked, "Can I have Jiwoo's address? I miss her."

"Uh…" Shotaro blinked, a shared astonishment evident among the group. "Are you joking?"

Eunseok, with his typically stoic expression, responded sincerely, "What do you mean I am joking? I just said I missed Jiwoo, so give me her address… please."

"My answer is no," Shotaro smiled. "You're my friend, but I won't give you her address."

Eunseok sighed, frustration creeping into his expression. "Why?"

"I don't know. Are you a player?" Sungchan chimed in, taking a seat beside Shotaro and Miyoung. "But come to think of it, Eunseok has never dated anyone after breaking up with Yuri."

"Brrr… Just hearing her name gives me chills!" Miyoung exclaimed, her disdain for Yuri evident. "What's the update about her?"

Sungchan explained, "She tried applying to Hanrim High and other schools, but she got rejected. All Eunseok wanted was for her to apologize and pay for her actions."

"That seems too much for a spoiled brat," Shotaro nodded. "Is the police involved?"

"Mr. Do hired a private detective, just in case," Eunseok revealed. "I know Yuri won't stop unless she hurts something I care about."

"Tell me about being in love," Miyoung mumbled. "I told you not to date her, Eunseok! Look what she did!"

Eunseok sighed in agreement with Miyoung's words, acknowledging his mistake. "So, for the third time, can I have at least her phone number or address?"

"I'll have to ask first," Shotaro replied, emphasizing his respect for Jiwoo's privacy. "You'll have to wait."

"Speaking of Jiwoo, did you see how she kicked her ex-best friend?" Sungchan asked, recalling Jiwoo's impressive act of bravery.

"What do you mean?" Eunseok inquired, having missed the incident.

Everyone's attention turned to Shotaro, who chuckled quietly. "Yeah, I'm warning you, Jiwoo can be a little fragile on the outside, but she's scary when angered."

"Why?" Miyoung pressed. "Have you ever made her angry?"

Shotaro shook his head. "No way. I guess constant bullying in her previous school led her to learn Muay Thai and other self-defense."

"M-Muay Thai???" Sungchan and Miyoung exclaimed, their eyes widening in disbelief. Slowly, they turned to Eunseok. "Heol…" they scoffed. "If he really did annoy her, she would have punched him by now," they said in unison.

"I never annoyed her," Eunseok shot back. "Whatever. That means she's a strong girl, and that's what I like about her."

"Pervert," Miyoung spat.

Eunseok snapped but maintained his composure. "Okay? I said it in the most endearing way. If you don't believe that I like her… then it's you."

"But she likes Wonbin, though," Shotaro added, provoking laughter from the other two. Ignoring their banter, Eunseok left the room.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #sungchan #anton #kpopfanfiction #seunghan #shotaro #sohee #wonbin #beyondthebellschimes

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Lord of Shadows Book Quote RP Meme

book two in the TDA book series by Cassandra Clare- feel free to edit the quotes or change pronouns for rp purposes

“Everyone is afraid of something. We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything.”

“If you steal any of the books from the library, I will know, and you'll be sorry.

“Break my heart,break it in pieces. I give you permission.”

“Fiction is truth, even if it is not fact. If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”

“Those who cannot love do not understand it”

All dreams end when you wake.”

“Sometimes the most ruthless heart speaks the most truth”

“There is truth in stories,”

Who would ever want movies or TV when there are books?”

'Now get out of here before I risk his life by waking him up so he can turn you into a garbage fire. Something that would match your personality.'

"I kill plants just by looking at them."

I'll never be in love with anyone again who isn't you.”

“When people die, our dreams of what they could be die with them. Even if ours is the hand that ends them.”

“I think you cannot root out love entirely. I think where there has been love, there will always be embers, as the remains of a bonfire outlast the flame.”

Am I the only one who's read X-Men and realizes why this is a bad idea?”

“Wikipedia knows about everything. It might be run by warlocks.”

“ ‘We are dust and shadows,’ ”

“Some of us are very handsome dust,”

I mock you with my sugar cravings.”

“To make a true choice, we must have true knowledge.”

“Lex malla, lex nulla,” [a bad law is no law.]

“I need to be whole again. Even if it doesn’t last.”

“The bad things can't matter more than the good things”

"Does anyone want to tell him that goldfish are freshwater fish and can't survive in the ocean?"

I've heard roling out of bed in the morning helps you build up resistance to surprise attacks.”

Not my favorite nickname. I prefer, "Our Lord and Master" or maybe "Unambiguously the Hottest.”

“I am saying the choices we make in captivity are not always the choices we make in freedom. And thus we question them. We cannot help it.”

“When a decision like that is made by a government, it emboldens those who are already prejudiced to speak their deepest thoughts of hate. They assume they are simply brave enough to say what everyone really thinks.”

I did. So is this like a high-five-slash-chest-bump- situation or an oh-my-God-what-are-we-going-to-do-situation?”

“Your pretense does not fool me, gnome,”

Just words I like. If I say them to myself, it makes my mind - quieter. Does it bother you?”

"Hold on to me."

“There's never going to be anyone else for me. That's just how it is.”

“That is love, son of thorns. We welcome its cruelest blows and when we bleed from them, we whisper our thanks.”

“We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn’t feel anything.”

“You took my life apart and put it back together.”

“To consider possibilities was to open yourself up to pain.”

We all have wounds that are sometimes better cared for by somone else.”

“There's something about a place you've been with someone you love. It takes on a meaning in your mind. It becomes more than a place. It becomes a distillation of what you felt for each other. The moments you spend in a place with someone... they become part of its bricks and mortar. Part of its soul.”

“People say we're unlucky because we don't have parents. But I think they're unlucky because they don't have a brother like mine. -”

“The difficulty is not so great to die for a friend, as to find a friend worth dying for,’ ”

"But I can't go live with him, because him and his hot girlfriend are going off on some sort of secret mission."

“A strange evening, forsooth,”

“Don’t you forsooth me.”

“Few of us are lucky enough ever to know the whole truth about anything.”

“I have won for you a fish, my fair one,"

"Women are too savage,”

“If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your being will live, but your heart will die”

I thought you didn't love me anymore. But that isn't true, is it?”

Your life isn't wrecked. You're still alive. You can have a good “

'I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.”

“People are flawed,"

the better, brighter half of him, who tempered his ruthlessness, who forced him to acknowledge the light when he saw only darkness.”

I need you, always, always think about you, I was wishing you were with me in that goddamned attic and then I turned around and you were there, like you heard me, like you're always there when I need you ...”

“A pure fountain gives pure water”

“Human emotions are so foolish to them, and human minds and hearts so fragile.”

I should never have touched you. I never thought what we had could break so easily.”

It's not broken. We made a mistake - but being together wasn't the mistake.”

“That is the problem with revenge - you wind up destroying the innocent as well as the guilty.”

“It was terrifying to love someone who was forbidden to you. Terrifying to feel something you could never speak of, something that was horrible to almost everyone you knew, something that could destroy your life.”

I need you. You might be surprised to hear that.”

All the lights and the shouting and the people. It's like broken glass in my head.”

“There's a legend about that clock. For a second, when it chimes the hour, the gates to Heaven open.”

“You’ll find that the crisis is never over.”

I am sorry if I ever led you to believe anything else.”

“Truth is to be found in dreams,”

"How dare you tell me it's a tragedy?”

“We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything."

I get my caffeine the way right-thinking people get it. From chococlate!”

"We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don't wish you didn't fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn't feel anything.”

“Each family has a history we pass on to each successive generation. We bear the glories and the burdens of our name, the good and the bad our ancestors have done, through all our lives. We try to live up to our names, so that those who come after us will bear lighter burdens.”

“Hate like that can tear down the world.”

“What was one lie among so many others?”

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“She remembered what it felt like to have her hands in that hair, how holding him had anchored her not just to the world, but to herself.”

“If you believe only in facts and forget stories, your brain will live, but your heart will die.”

“People often run even when they have nowhere to go,"

'You want to live. Just like everyone else does. You don't want to be trapped, is all.”

“The world isn't the way you want it to be, it's the way it is.”

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