#she'll answer you honestly if you ask but neither of you is going to be pleased with the answer.

[bogglesgate]

Yllis sad backstory unlocked???

AAAHH okay so the short version is 'girl performs a feat of experimental magic that ends up killing her brother (who raised her and was the most important person to her in the whole wide world), proceeds to lose her hinges'.

She and her brother lived in a little place in the Lower City in Baldur's Gate while she pursued her career and apprenticeship as a wizard, but even before The Incident, she was a wizard, which meant she was subject to a certain level of self-assuredness bordering on hubris, and like many wizards, this manifested in trying to perform magic she was unqualified for. She doesn't remember what it was she was even trying to do, but it ended up with her half-blind and her brother dead.

Her response to this while nearly bleeding out from a magically-induced facial laceration was not just, "Dear gods what have I done?" it was, "Dear gods, what have I done? I have to fix this," because even having clearly just Found Out, she was still a wizard, which meant she wasn't about to stop Fucking Around.

And to a wizard who is heavily grieving and fresh out of an incredibly traumatic event, Fucking Around looks a lot like enchanting a loved one's dead body so that it won't rot and speaking to it every day while you direct increasingly concerning questions to your teacher/employer until they finally notice the haunted look that has begun settling over you and make the wise decision to cut off the arrangement before that particular pot boils over.

She got better. Eventually. Ish.

#she's in that same kind of flux state as many of the others where she's very much got the potential to be really awful. #she's ultimately a good person who wants to do right by people. quiet and sometimes harsh but a good and warm person. #but she's also spent the last like. 40 years obsessively reading books written by freaky death cultists and whatever #so she's maybe a little bit less than sane. she hides it well. #don't ask her how many bodies she dug up/experimented on/reanimated in that little house in the lower city #she'll answer you honestly if you ask but neither of you is going to be pleased with the answer. #my tav: yllis #oc lore

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ATHENA'S GIRL. luke (pjo) - pt. 1

trailer > part 1 > part 2 > part 3

( masterlist )

IN WHICH... Luke's second quest isn't exactly a heroic one but he doesn't have the power to reject it. Who knew it would lead him to a prestigious high school where his hardest mission would be trying to befriend a snappy demigod.

"Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you. I see you changing from how I've designed you. Have you forgotten your purpose?"

Warnings : modern au but camp still exists, Luke doesn’t betray

A/N : I signed up with a blogging side job and they asked if I had any previous blog experience. I said no because I wasn’t about to admit that I run a one shot blog acc on Tumblr 😭

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“What is wrong with you?!"

Heads turned to look at the H/C-haired girl who had shouted in a voice too loud to be inside a library. She was standing up, having shoved her chair back moments before. She clenched her hands into fists.

"Do you find joy in torturing me with your obnoxious presence? Is that it?!" She exclaimed at the brunette standing in front of her. She angrily grabbed her pile of books, messily shoving them into her bag. "Honestly!" She let out another groan as she loudly stormed past the doors.

"Well, that went smoothly, Luke." Chris, who had been watching the scene behind an upside down book, said.

The brunette boy with curled hair sighed, glaring at his friend, Chris. "I'm only trying to protect her. I don't know why she's so bitchy." Luke scowled. "I don't get why our quest was to protect some girl."

"Chiron said she doesn't have a satyr guide." Chris retorted, "That's why we're here."

Luke scoffed. "I can't even peacefully talk to her, let alone peacefully talk to her. She'll never come with us to camp." He swiftly threw his hands up in surrender.

"It's either that or the monsters. And if she doesn’t come with us, we fail.”

Luke stiffened at the mention of failing a quest. He knew all too well what that felt like. The jagged scar gruesomely painted across his face was proof of that.

“Just… befriend her.” Chris said as Luke stood up, ready to walk out of the library.

“Easier said than done. She hates me, Chris. And she hates you for being friends with me. So if neither of us can befriend her, how are you going to tell her about camp? It’s not like her dad will. He abandoned her for gods sake!”

Y/N, to put it simply, was an orphan. Her dad left her on the steps of a random house after her mother, whichever god she was, disappeared.

“Okay. Uh, what do we have in common with her then? And why does she hate you? I never understood that.” Chris questioned, desperate to think of ways to connect with Y/N before the monsters sensed her.

“I… made her get an F on her science project because I accidentally ruined it.” Luke sheepishly smiled.

“… You deserve all the insults from her then. But to answer my own question, we’re all demigods. That’s the most we have in common. I told you we should’ve taken Annabeth.” Chris uttered, gesturing to their surroundings.

“She’s a young kid." Luke retorted, "This is a high school. People will know something is wrong.”

“Or they’ll think she’s a child genius which, for the record, she is.”

Luke wasn’t sure how to feel about this quest. His first one had ended in absolute disaster so he was lucky to even be chosen for a second. But was a fire-breathing dragon worse than a high school girl who, if she needed to or even just felt like it, would stab you? Luke would take the dragon again because at least it didn’t spew out every insult known to man.

“I gotta get to this after school meeting.” Chris piped up, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. “Some kids forced me to join. Find her and talk to her. Who knows, maybe you’ll get along. Eventually.”

Luke rolled his eyes as his friend jogged off to who knows where. Finding Y/N wouldn’t be hard. As creepy as it sounded, he had been watching Y/N for moments just like this.

He quietly whistled under his breath as he walked to the cafe across the road, immediately spotting Y/N in her usual seat beside the large window. She was, to no one’s surprise, reading a book.

Luke pushed open the door, the bell attached to it chiming softly. He made an instant beeline for Y/N. “Why so many books?” He blurted out, raising an eyebrow at the amount of novels strewn over the table.

Y/N lifted her head, frowning at the sight of him. “These are my cafe books.” She said, looking down at her book once more. Luke slid into the seat across from her.

“You need four cafe books? Why four?”

“Well, I need a novel and a biography book.”

“You’re reading Fyodor Dostoevsky as a novel? That’s your definition of light reading?” Luke picked up the book, almost laughing. “And some of it is in Russian. You know Russian?”

“Somewhat. I’m learning it so I can read Dostoevsky in the original.”

“And the Edgar Allen Poe?”

“Short stories. And Norman Mailer is a great essay writer so I wanted to check him out too.”

Luke huffed, “Jeez, writer. Reading Dostoevsky, learning Russian, reading all of these books. You’re crazy.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes as she stared at him with her heavy gaze. “Why do you call me that? Writer? Are you making fun of me?”

“Why would I need to do that? I call you writer because you want to be a journalist, right?” Luke leaned back in his seat, “I’ve read some of your essays, by the way. Don’t get mad at me. They were great. You really seemed to like the Russian revolution.”

“I’m more interested in the royal family, actually. Not so much in the Bolsheviks and all that politic stuff.” Y/N placed the book she was reading down, a truce sign in Luke’s eyes.

“Oh, she’s smart, pretty, and interested in the slaughter of a royal family. Are you perhaps training to become a serial killer? I hope I’m not your next target.” Luke teasingly grinned as a mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

“Castellan, I have a question.” Y/N sat up straighter, “How is it that you got into the school? Don’t get me wrong, you’re street smart but you aren’t… academically smart. Are your parents filthy rich?”

“My dad’s a deadbeat.”

“Did you cheat then? I won’t tell anyone. I’m only curious.”

“You wound me, writer. No, I didn’t cheat. Is it so hard to believe I passed the entrance exam?”

“Yes.” Y/N said without hesitation.

Luke stared at her with his lips pressed into a thin line. “Ouch. Now you’ve added salt to the wound.”

Luke had already acknowledged that he wasn’t gifted in the academic department. But there was more to life than writing articles and scribbling down overly complicated math equations.

“Wait a minute,” Luke sat up. How was it that Y/N could draft a perfectly constructed essay when she had dyslexia? “Don’t you have a reading problem? Dyslexia? Are you sure you didn’t cheat?” He meant the last bit as a joke but he instantly knew he made a mistake when Y/N’s eyes darkened.

“I have no need to.” She jeered, grabbing her cafe books. And just like that, their little moment of peace was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Never accuse me of cheating again. You got that, Castellan?” She harshly poked his shoulder as she walked past him.

“Hey, you forgot your Dostoevsky- and she’s not even listening to me. Great. Okay.” Luke sighed as he grabbed the book, observing it. It seemed well-loved because the novel was almost falling apart and its delicate pages were stained brown with coffee and tea.

Luke cracked open the book, raising his eyebrows at the sight of highlighted words, pen marks, and sticky notes inside. “She likes annotating.” He muttered to himself, running his hands over the pages.

The writing stopped near the end of the book and Luke realized it was because she had yet to finish it. An idea burst into his head and he quickly exited the cafe, clutching the book close to his chest. His usual routine would be to wait for Chris outside but he strolled back into the library, eyes landing in a group of giggling girls.

“Hey, ladies.” Luke boyishly smirked at them, which almost caused them to melt. “Do you have any sticky notes and pens I could borrow?”

That’s how he ended up with a pile of sticky notes and a multitude of pens at his disposal. Luke couldn’t read that well due to his godly side but he sure tried. Luke had heard about how a book girl’s love language was someone else annotating a book for her. In this case, this was Luke waving the white flag for good.

“Yo, Luke, you ready to head off?” Chris returned an hour later, just as Luke was finished scribbling on sticky notes and placing them carefully on the crumbled pages. Chris arched an eyebrow. “You can’t read.” He stated.

Luke rolled his eyes. “I know but this is me trying to befriend her. Trust me, it’ll work.” The brunette led his friend to Y/N’s locker, easily picking it open with a bobby pin he found on the floor. “Say hello to friendly Y/N.” Luke grinned as he placed the novel on the top shelf and closed the door.

“If this works, I’ll give you my dessert for a week.” Chris piped up

Luke chuckled, putting all his faith into his plan. “It’ll work. And deal.”

•

Chris and Luke watched Y/N like hawks as she opened her locker, letting out a small yawn as she did so. She spotted the book immediately. As she flipped through the pages, something unexpected happened that left Chris gaping.

She smiled. Her pink-tinted lips curved into a bubbly smile as she read something and she even let out a quiet laugh. As she turned her head, her gaze locked with Luke’s. She sent him a nod of acknowledgment before leaving to get to class.

“Looks like I’ll be having extra dessert.” Luke cockily uttered, teasing his friend.

“I can’t believe it actually worked.” Chris clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Better luck next time, buddy.” Luke tilted his head back as he laughed. “Get to class. We can’t blow our cover.”

Luke’s first class was with Y/N. Actually, all of his classes were. And that was on purpose. He had to keep a close eye on her in case anything happened. Nothing ever did, which was unusual. Monsters sensed demigods as soon as they turned twelve but Y/N was Luke’s age and still hadn’t run into one. Luke found it strange.

He sat down in his chosen seat and turned his head, surprised to see Y/N sitting beside him. “Impotence means the inability to do something effectively.” She spoke, looking at him. Luke was at a loss for words as his lips parted.

“What?” He stupidly questioned.

“‘The fear of appearance is the first symptom of impotence’. You put a question mark next to impotence.”

“Oh.” Luke could recall doing that. “I guess I did.”

“You don’t write very well.” Y/N said. “At some point, you started writing in Greek. You know Greek?”

“To an extent.”

Y/N quietly hummed. “The ability to go from English to Greek is somewhat impressive. Your Greek is better.”

Luke almost smiled at the backhanded compliment. “You know, writer, I always took you as a Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice and what not. How come you’re reading Crime and Punishment instead?”

Y/N shrugged. “I want to know more about Russian culture.” She simply said, opening her science textbook. Luke stared at her.

“You want to know more about Russia? I’ll show you. Come on.” Luke tugged Y/N out of her seat much to her surprise. She gasped.

“But class.” She said, but Luke ignored her.

“It’ll be fine. You’ll love it.” Luke reassured her as he pulled her out of the room.

“I’m not sure I will.” Y/N groaned, trying to dig her heels into the ground to slow Luke down. “We really should go back to class.” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in worry while Luke clicked his tongue.

“No. We don’t.”

Before Y/N knew it, she was outside the school building and walking down the road behind Luke. “Where are we going?” She asked, receiving no reply.

“Wait here.” Luke said, pausing in front of a large wired fence.

“Are you sure you aren’t the serial killer here?” Y/N muttered, almost scoffing. Luke jumped, easily grabbing onto the fence and climbing up. “You look like a monkey!” Y/N exclaimed. Luke quietly chuckled, reaching the top.

“You’re funny, writer- Woah!”

Y/N gaped as Luke tumbled down, harshly hitting the ground. “Are you okay?” She asked, her eyes wide. Luke groaned as he stood up, clutching his shoulder.

“I’m fine. I just have to rearrange my shoulder real quick.” He said, grunting. Y/N watched in horror as Luke grabbed his own shoulder, readjusting it with a terrifying crack.

“That’s not normal.” Y/N said, cringing. “Your shoulder should not be doing that… oh, my gosh! You need to see a doctor soon. That crack was disgusting!” But Luke ignored her.

“You can climb, right?” Luke questioned.

“I am not climbing and falling like you.” Y/N sneered. She looked around, spotting a door. “I’m glad I’m not dumb like you.” She pushed the door open, mockingly staring at Luke. “Voila. No need to look like a monkey.”

“And there our truce goes, writer. I’m going to beat you up now.”

Y/N lightly laughed, rolling her eyes. “You can’t hit a lady.” She warned.

“Oh, you’re right. Damn me for being a gentleman. If only I was a girl. I could slam you.” Luke teasingly slung an arm around her shoulder as he led Y/N through the woods. “Chris and I found this place by accident. I thought you’d like it, especially after seeing your obsession with books. That’s not normal, by the way. It’s creepy. You treat books like your friends.”

“For your information, I have friends.” Y/N snapped.

“You have one friend. And she’s not even at the school.”

“So? Who cares. Besides, I talk to Sehee.”

“Sehee Kim hates you.”

“Yeah. But she’s toned down. We’re acquainted now.”

“Whatever you say, writer. Close your eyes.” Luke slapped a hand over her face, concealing her gaze. “Don’t peek. It’s a surprise.”

“If you plan on killing me, don’t eat me. I’m not into cannibalism.”

“You wrote an essay on all the media’s that portrayed cannibalism. The hills have eyes, that plane crash with the sports team. What else am I forgetting?”

“The Bean clan. Technically, that wasn’t a show or movie but the hills have eyes were inspired by it. At least, I like to think so.” Y/N paused, “Wait, you read the essay?”

“You’re a model student, writer. Of course I read your work. It took me a few days.” Luke grinned, though Y/N couldn’t see it. “Alright. You ready?” Luke rested his chin on Y/N’s shoulder as he lowered his hands, emitted a small gasp from Y/N.

“This place… what the…” She was speechless. In front of her was a beautiful, old library. Vibes of ivy wrapped around the shelves yet the books still looked functional. Albeit, a little old but they didn’t look like they’d turn to dust if she touched them.

“It’s an old library. Abandoned but still pretty. All of the books here are in Russian. You like it?”

“I love it… Castellan.” She gently smiled.

“I come here when I need time to think.” Luke sighed to himself, gesturing to a small corner where a blanket and a few pillows lay. “I can’t read in general but it’s comforting.”

“How’d you know I have dyslexia?” Y/N asked, arching an eyebrow.

Luke shrugged. “I had a feeling.”

“To answer the question from yesterday, yes. I do have dyslexia. But I envied children who could read so I got help. More like I begged the orphanage to get me help. I wanted to read and write so I did.”

Y/N ran a hand over the books, letting her fingers trace over the delicate golden details. Luke watched as she walked past the sturdy wooden shelves, a gleeful skip in her step.

“What’s your favourite book?” Luke asked as Y/N opened an aged book, staring at the words carefully printed in black ink.

“Oh. I actually have it with me.” Y/N began, digging around in her bag to pull out a small paperback. She showed it to Luke. “I want to die but I want to eat tteobokki.” She uttered. Luke stared at it, eyebrows lifted.

“You read… self-help books?”

“Well, it’s more like a biography or a memoir. It doubles as a self-help book. And yes. Is that a problem? It's an opportunity to learn how these type of books are written."

Luke shook his head, pressing his lips into a thin line. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I mean, why do you need help? You seem to have your life figured out. Studying, Harvard, journalism."

Y/N softly cleared her throat as she stared at him. “Castellan, I firmly believe that everybody needs help. Even just a little bit. And my life is literally falling apart if I’m not in school. My orphanage is crumbling to the ground and I’m probably going to be kicked out soon. On top of that, I think I’m going crazy.” Realising she was ranting too much, Y/N took a breath and stopped talking.

“We’re all crazy in a way, writer.”

“No. I’m actually crazy… Castellan, I see things… things normal people shouldn’t see. Creatures… weird things… things I can’t describe.” Y/N pulled at the ends of her hair. Luke was quick to grab her hands, stopping her.

“I understand, writer. Trust me. You may think I don’t, but I do.”

“You hallucinate too?”

“It’s not hallucinations. It’s real. I know I probably sound crazy. You see strange animals, right? Like, monsters?”

Y/N turned her head, staring at Luke with wide eyes. Y/N silently nodded. “How… how did you know?”

“I need you to listen to me, writer. And don’t call me insane or judge me or any other mean thing you like to do.” When Y/N still didn’t say anything, Luke continued. “How do I put this… You’re a demigod. I am too. Chris as well. Your mother is, uh, a goddess. You’re a half-blood. And eventually… monsters are going to chase after you.”

Y/N gawked at Luke for a few long minutes before she looked away. "You're crazy."

"I'm not crazy. I told you I'm not."

"Okay, not crazy. You're mad, out of your mind, deranged, demented. You're a lunatic, unstable, unbalanced. Non compos mentis!"

"Are you speaking in Latin right now?"

"We have to recite the school song on the spot. We get extra credits if we say it in Latin. You didn't know that?" Y/N sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "You're... not lying. Gods and goddesses actually exist... don't they?" Luke sighed, nodding his head.

"I'm sorry to put all of this on you now but we really have to go. It's unusual that the monsters haven't sensed you yet. We have to find Chris before"- Luke was cut off by a loud roar. Y/N gasped, clutching onto Luke.

"What was that?" She gasped.

Luke pulled Y/N up, holding her tight. "We have to go. Now. Come on." Y/N's hands shook as she tried to shove the old book back into its place. Luke grabbed it, cramming the book into her bag. "Just take it. Take the book!" Luke grabbed Y/N's wrist, pulling her out of the library.

"Whatever that thing was seemed close. We have to hurry." Luke and Y/N ran out of the forest and barged past the door to the metal fence. "Chris will meet us at the road. Come on!"

There was another roar and Y/N shrieked. A blast of flames engulfed the fence, burning away at it. "Oh, my gosh... what is that?! Is that a fucking dragon?!"

"So you can swear! I never expected that!" Luke exclaimed as he stood in front of Y/N, drawing a sword.

"You have a fucking sword too?! What the fuck!" Y/N screamed, "What is going on?!"

"Stop cussing! Y/N, I need you to listen to me. Run. Run as fast as you can and find Chris. Please." Luke pushed Y/N back.

"What? No! I am not leaving you with that... that beast! And I don’t really what to be alone too!” Y/N furrowed her brows but Luke was persistent.

“Go! Go!” He shouted. Y/N spun around, sprinting away. She heard Luke’s sword clash with the dragon’s hard scales and she looked over her shoulder.

“Find Chris!” Luke shouted again.

Y/N gasped as she burst through the vegetation, almost crashing into Chris. “Oh, my fucking god! Chris! Castellan- I mean Luke is fighting against a dragon! What do we do?!” Panic glazed over Chris’ eyes.

“Y/N, stay here. It’ll be fine. I’ll be back soon!” Chris ran off. Y/N shakily inhaled as she looked around. The road was barren and there wasn’t a car in sight.

“This is fine… totally, inexplicably fine.” Y/N muttered, thickly gulping. But her panic flared up again when she felt a presence behind her.

She shook as she turned around, her head slowly lifting to stare at the dragon. “… Oh, I’m fucked.” Y/N’s bag felt heavier than it did before. It slid off her arm, crashing to the ground. Y/N scrambled back as the dragon blew a mouthful of burning smoke through its sharp fangs.

“Nice boy… or girl. Or are you gender-neutral? It doesn’t matter.” Y/N nervously chuckled as she slowly kneeled down to search for something, anything, to defend herself. Instead of a sharp pen or maybe a heavy book, she pulled out a golden brass spear with electricity crackling through it.

“Oh… this works.”

The dragon growled as its beady eyes watched her trembling form. Y/N swung the spear at the dragon, managing to hit it with a lucky shot. The dragon roared, throwing its head back in pain. Y/N landed another blow and managed to dodge the beast’s claws.

“Man, am I glad I took those sports classes now!” Y/N shouted, ducking. She swung the blade of the spear ay the creature, slicing a scale off. Y/N yelped as blood oozed out. “Oh, that is revolting.” She wrinkled up her nose.

The dragon, seemingly very unhappy with Y/N’s wide use of vocabulary, grunted as it stalked towards Y/N with heavy steps. Y/N gulped. She gripped the spear tightly, trying to think of what to do. As the dragon neared, her survival instincts took over and before she knew it, she was hurling her weapon at the dragon’s chest. It groaned in pain as the tip impaled its flesh before disintegrating into a fury of golden specks.

Y/N panted as her spear clattered to the ground. “… I’m glad javelin was a requirement at school.” Luke and Chris arrived at the scene a moment too late, staring at the golden flecks in surprise.

“You… took down a dragon?” Chris asked in shock while Luke was silent as he subtly lifted a hand to touch the scar on his face.

“Yes. Now, can we get out of here before we get slaughtered like the family from the hills have eyes?! If I die, I can’t get into Harvard!” Y/N exclaimed, picking up her spear that had transformed back into the old book from the library.

“She’s right.” Finally, Luke spoke up. “We need to get moving. The stronger monsters have already sensed us. More will be coming.”

"Wait!" Y/N shouted, causing both of the boys to pause. "Oh, my gosh... What about Harvard?! I can't get into Harvard with all these monsters running after me!"

"You didn't tell her?" Chris asked, glancing at Luke.

Luke quickly shrugged in confusion. "I told her about camp! But I may have left out the part where she has to go if she doesn't want to be slaughtered..."

"What?! No, I'm not fit out for camp! I need to go to school and study so I can get into Harvard and study journalism so I can become like Christiane Amanpour!"

"We'll explain more at camp." Luke uttered, wrapping his hands around one of Y/N's arms while Chris did the same on the other side. The two boys dragged her away, ignoring how she kicked and screamed, mainly about Harvard and how her career was ruined now.

Eventually, she calmed now. The trio now calmly walked along the empty road with Y/N in the middle. “I mean, at least it can’t get worse than a dragon.” Y/N said in an effort to raise spirits.

Above, thunder rumbled as rain began to pour down. Y/N loudly clicked her tongue, “Never mind.” She grumbled. “But hey, can’t get worse”- Lightning crackled and hit a tree near Luke. He jumped as the leaves went up in flames, though they were quickly distinguished by the large droplets of rain. “Okay, but surely”- Luke cut Y/N off.

“Please… writer, stop talking. We’ll hide in that cave until the rain stops. It’s getting dark soon too. We officially leave tomorrow.” Luke uttered, pointing at a nearby hole in the rocks. Y/N jogged for cover while Luke and Chris took their time, not caring about the rain because they were already soaked to the bone.

“So, you call her writer? Cute.” Chris mockingly smirked as he knowingly winked.

“Yeah, so what? What do you call Clarisse? Oh, that’s right, you haven’t confessed yet. You have the right to judge me when you confess.” Luke walked away while Chris was left standing there, speechless.

“Touché.” Chris muttered under his breath.

•

Luke woke Y/N the moment the sun rose. She groaned as he shook her awake, sleepily rubbing her eyes. “What do you want?” She muttered, trying to kick him away.

“Time to get moving before any more dragons come.” Luke grinned as Y/N quickly sat up. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, writer. Come on, we’ll get breakfast at the train station. It’s the fastest way to camp.”

It was a thirty minute walk to the nearest train station and in those thirty minutes, Luke would not stop talking. And Y/N thought her rambling was bad.

“Why do people like peanuts anyway? They taste so… nutty. I don’t like peanut butter. The look of it, the taste of it, the texture, the way it sticks to the roof of my mouth. Ugh! Gross.” Luke faked a small gag while Y/N slowly nodded.

“Do you usually talk this much?” She questioned, recalling the days where Luke hardly spoke up in class unless he was replying to a girl in love with him.

"No. Not unless I've got a pretty girl next to me who's too smart for her own good." Luke grinned while Y/N rolled her eyes at his pathetic flirting.

“Have you got money? Once we get to the station, I would suggest we buy tickets first. Food can wait. Besides, the train should have food too.” Y/N said, checking her watch. "When's the next train? We should try and catch the earliest one."

"Jeez, who made her in charge?" Luke whispered to Chris behind Y/N's back.

“What? You think you’d be in charge?”

“Well, this is my quest after all. Plus, I thought there’d be a voting. You know, a show of hands.”

Chris sent Luke a look. “Don’t be like Percy, man. She’s like our Annabeth. She’s obviously in charge. And I’m like, uh, Grover.”

“And let me guess,” Luke deadpanned, “I’m Percy.”

“Yeah. Always trying to change the system into a voting thing. Just let the pretty girl do the work and we won't get killed."

"I can hear you, by the way." Y/N butted in, staring at the two boys with an unimpressed look.

"That's the point." Luke replied.

"The train station is right over there. I'll buy us tickets." Y/N said, outstretching her hand.

"Huh? Why do you have to buy the tickets?"

"Because, genius, it's suspicious to see two guys with a girl. They’ll think you’re kidnapping me. Which, mind you, you technically are.” Y/N ran her hands through her messy hair to smoothen it down, “The faster we leave, the better.” She brushed the dirt off her skirt and adjusted her wrinkled blouse so she could fit in more with the crowd.

Luke begrudgingly handed over a part of the given money to Y/N. She smiled, which only fuelled his annoyance. “After we buy tickets, we can look for food if we have time.”

“Why can’t we split up?” Luke interrupted, earning an eye roll from Y/N. Chris silently watched as they bickered, not wanting to get involved. It was like they were in class again, always going back and forth until the teacher forced them to stop.

“Splitting up would be dangerous. We have to stay together. But when I buy the tickets, don’t follow me. Hang back.”

Luke had no choice but to agree with the plan.

“So,” Chris shuffled closer to Luke, “Still think we should have a voting system?”

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[nightqueen1221]

hi!! can i ask for hanako, kou, tsukasa, nene, teru, and sakura reacting to y/n who bops their head like they're listening to music when they're happy? like there could be dead silence and then we have y/n bopping their head happily. and if its not too much to ask can it be a gn y/n? im so sorry for the long ask <//3 if u dont wanna take this request thats fine! love ur work :D! - 🐝

Hello my first emoji ayon! Apologies for this being late. This was also the only image I could find with all of them.

Hanako/Amane Yugi

-He finds it cute.

-Honestly, he really likes it since he can tease about it later.

-Every once in a while he'll float over to you and lift the headphones out or lightly tug on your earbuds to pull them out.

-"Whatchu listening to?" He asks.

-He's not really looking for answer, he just wants your attention.

-If you close your eyes while listening, he'll go in for a kiss just to see your surprised face.

-If you wear earbuds he'll ask if you can share.

-If you're ok with it, he gives comments about the music you listen to.

Nene Yashiro

-Honestly, she doesn't really judge you since she's just so happy she actully got a relationship, so when she sees you listening to music and bopping your head, she doesn't mind.

-She might every once in a while ask what song it is.

-If she knows the song she'll either talk about it or fawn over the band members/singer.

-You introduced her to a lot of diffrent types of music along with new bands and singers.

-Every once in a while she gets a sticky notes and writes songs she likes so you can listen to them. (Along with a few doodles in the corner.)

Kou Minamoto

-He's concerned.

-He thinks you're going to hit your head or something else since your not really paying attention to your surroundings.

-He usually has a hand wrapped around your waist just to make sure your safe.

-If you offer to listen to music with him, he'll accept. Perhaps you could dance together.

-I don't think he'd be a very good dancer so you might have to teach him if you know.

-If neither of you know, well you can just look like two idiots having fun.

-When you two dance im the school (if ever) Hanako is going to intervene. He'll probably trip Kou so he'll fall on you making him look like a pervert. And nobody else can see Hanako so they Kou is in the wrong.

-Hanako truly doesn't mean any harm by it, he's just trying to poke some fun.

-As long as you tell Kou he doesn't need to worry about you and you can handle your surroundings, he's a lot more comfortable.

Teru Minamoto

-Same thing with his brother, he worries you're going to get hurt and tries to avoid anything happening to you.

-He always had a ton of fangirls and the fact he choose means you matter to him more than you could imagine. (Same thing with his fans if you know what I mean.)

-He might even go as far as taking you things away if you don't listen to him.

-Don't worry, just give him puppy dog eyes and he'll give in faster than the speed of sound.

-Or cry, if you can cry on command good lord. He HATES to see a person he cares for in pain, so he'll do almost anything to make it stop.

-If you walk around while listening to music, he's right behind you with his hands on your shoulders to make sure you're safe. This does not change if your eyes are open.

-And if you do happen to have someone bump into you, are they going to have an earful from your boyfriend.

-So, just be careful around him and when you listen to music.

Sakura Nanamie

-It doesn't bother her in the slightest.

-She enjoys the stillness of sound, she's usually caught up with Tsukasa being loud, so just being in the same room as you, but not talking makes her enjoy these times together.

-She knows your not paying attention so she sometimes go up behind you and give a little kiss on your cheek. (Or on the lips depending on how far the relationship has gone.)

-When she wants your attention for either a question or because she simply wants affection, she'll lightly tap your shoulder or rub the back of your hand.

-She ALWAYS asks if you can give her attention beforehand, since she is very much aware of what it's like for someone to be forced into it.

-This also makes it very rare for her to ask for anything, but I'm getting off track.

-It's not a huge part of her life but she still thinks it kinda cute you do it

Tsukasa Yugi

-All he can think is, "Perfect opportunity".

-You're distracted AND can't hear him. He wants to prank or surprise you as much as possible. Having your attention on something else other than him (Which he is a bit offended by) Gives him the chance to shock you.

-At this point, it's not as surprising. The most shocking part is what he tries and do to gain your focus.

-He's given you things he's killed, which the offer is nice, the corpse is not.

-He'll incessantly bother you asking if he can listen to music with you.

-If you refuse, he'll do one of three things.

- 1. Continue to cry and complain

- 2. Take whatever you're listening to music on.

- 3. Get Sakura involved. Which ends up with your device getting confiscated.

-As fun as it is to mess with you, he gets super annoyed if you ignore him completely. And that leads to one of the items above.

-Just as long as you devote your time to mostly him, he's fine with whatever else you do.

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[zedif-y]

Inspired by this post by @transfemzedaph

i did attempt to not make this zedango. alas it is inevitable when it comes to my writing

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"Would you look at that," Zedaph mutters, mostly to himself. (Herself? She's trying to stay in character here.) He turns his face this way and that, drinking in his reflection, all long lashes and rosy cheeks. He never did get a good look at it in his hurry. "Don't I look gorgeous."

Zedaph makes a mental note to thank Cleo after all this.

...Though, honestly, whoever's in charge of shining this tray should also really get a round of applause, Zedaph thinks. It's like a mirror.

Footsteps come up behind him, stopping at his side. Ah.

"So," Tango starts, "Grian's dead."

"Griande," Zedaph corrects.

"Right, sorry. Griande's dead."

"Shame."

Tango's lips quirk up, "Did you kill her?" Zedaph sighs.

"Unfortunately not."

Tango laughs, "I don't know what I expected."

"Neither do I," Zedaph mutters. He— ah, to hell with it. She pulls her lipstick out of her purse, "The others seem to have it handled, though."

Zedaph touches up the lipstick, pressing her lips together the way she's seen others do, smiling a little just to see the way it looks. Tango quiets at her side.

Then, "Hate to break character here, but Zed, you helping or what?"

Zedaph tsks, not bothering to turn from the mirror. "I don't know a Zed. My name is Rosamund, darling."

Tango rolls his eyes. At least, Zed assumes he did. Very Tango thing to do, that.

"Well, Rosamund," Tango— Mr. Waltz, tonight. Grian thinks he's funny— says. "There's a super interesting murder mystery going on right now, and you've been in front of this tray for," He checks his watch. It's golden, fancy, and laughably easy to break. "About 90 percent of it. Care to share with the class?"

Zedaph doesn't answer. Instead, she pulls back, tucks her red lipstick away into her purse. She squints her eyes, messing with her curls.

"Do you think this suits me?" Zedaph asks, her voice smaller. Quieter. Almost a whisper. "I mean— the getup. Makeup and dress and all that."

"It does," Tango replies easily, voice softer to match hers. Zedaph's not good with tone on a good day, but... "You look pretty."

Her heart does a thing. She doesn't know what, but it did a thing. Should get that checked.

Zedaph turns to face Tango— she needs to know if he's joking, red eyes alight with humor and a stupid grin on his face. Needs to know if by pretty he meant pretty silly, why would you even ask—

She looks, and then her thoughts falter and fade into oblivion.

Tango's looking at her, too, something warm in his gaze that makes Zed want to squirm or wipe off with a stupid comment. His cheeks are flushed pink.

It's piercing in the way Tango's gaze always is, slightly intense and burning right through her. Zedaph thought she had gotten used to it, and she has, mostly.

But right now it's kind of disconcerting.

(...Or, it's kind of nice.)

(Who said that.)

"I might be a girl," Zedaph says, instead of literally any of that. Tango blinks. "Tonight has been pretty eye-opening."

Zedaph frowns, "Except for Griande, I guess."

That startles a laugh out of Tango. "That's messed up!"

"She's fake dead, it's fine!"

"She'll make you real dead if you aren't careful," Tango tells her. "But— yeah? You think so?"

Zedaph shrugs, "I've been wondering about it for a while. This just hammered it in."

"Well, congrats," Tango nudges her with his side, grinning as he looks back at their reflections, seeing them side by side. "And welcome to the club, uh...?"

Something blossoms in Zedaph's chest, happy and tingly as she leans against Tango.

"Still Zedaph," she says. "And... He or she works. I think."

Then, only loud enough for the two of them, "Thanks, Tango."

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[alessiathepirate]

Saw (2004)

A GOOD NIGHT'S SLEEP: Adam Faulkner Stanheight x fem!reader

Summary: Adam fell asleep in the darkroom again, and it's up to his lover to get him to bed...

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Honestly, I've been writing this in my head for days and then I finally had the courage to sit down and write it. Now it's finished so I'm ready to share it with you guys.

To be fair it's just my way of dealing with the ending of the movie that caused my first heartbreak in 2023. I've been living in denial ever since.

This man deserves some fluffy moments so I've written some fluffy moments...

(Also, I'm no photographer so if something isn't correctly written or described: I'm sorry.)

Warnings: swearing, just some cute, tooth rotting fluff (completely ignoring the fact that Saw is a horror movie)

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She hugged herself tightly against the cold air as she walked around the apartment, looking for her lover who wasn't in bed next to her when she woke up. When she found the kitchen empty, she knew she'll find him in the darkroom. It wasn't anything unusual. It happened quite often if she wanted to be honest, but just because it was frequent, it didn't mean that she has to accept it or get used to it. And not because she didn't respect him or his job, but because she liked lying next to him at night and because she wanted him to have a good night's sleep so he won't be tired the next day.

She found the right solution for that pretty soon, which she happily did whenever she had the chance to. Whenever Adam came home after work and she was already at his place, she was right next to him, following him to the darkroom he had set up and helping him develop and print the photographs. She never thought about those moments as extra work - it was never extra work. Those moments were spent together, sometimes with some joking around and laughter. There were times when she almost dropped the tongs with the fresh photos after he tickled her or when he almost pushed the trays off the desk because of the sudden hug she gave him. But then again, most nights were spent with the two of them standing close to the other while sharing the earphones, listening to some music. She thought about those times like short dates - and she really adored them.

They didn't really go smoothly at first, mostly because she didn't know a thing about what she had to do. At first she was only putting the pictures away to dry or carefully putting them in the trays so the print can flow around in the chemicals, while she made sure Adam didn't fall asleep while waiting for the pictures to develop.

Nowadays, however, she could do the whole process alone with her eyes closed. She had seen Adam do it so many times she could do it without his assistance - not like he let her. Neither of them stayed alone in the darkroom for the past few months. Today was the only exception.

She fell asleep while she was waiting for him to come home, and it seemed like he didn't have the heart to wake her up after he arrived. She found the gesture both cute and stupid - she told him many times that she enjoys developing the pictures with him and she'll gladly help anytime.

She didn't bother knocking on the door, knowing he won't answer. He'd either fallen asleep or is currently listening to music, so it's better to just go in and ask him to come to bed. Or rather drag him to bed, because she cares about his health.

Opening the door she met with the sight she was expecting to see. Adam was sitting at the desk with the trays of chemicals, in which the fresh prints were floating. His hands were on the desk and his head was resting on top of them. He was asleep; his chest was slowly raising then lowering, his breathing was slow but steady.

She didn't move for a few seconds. She was just standing in the doorway admiring him and the peace the sight held. Then she pulled her shirt's sleeves up and put the remaining prints up to dry, hoping they weren't in the chemicals for too long. After all of them were hanging from the strings, she looked around to see what Adam was working on. There were pictures of different, to her unknown men and women matching the looks of people on the photos she put away seconds ago. There were couples kissing, hugging or leaving motel rooms - nothing she hasn't seen before in the darkroom.

But then, in the corner closest to her sleeping lover were completely dry pictures of her. She smiled as she looked at them, feeling like she looked in a mirror. He developed these first, the ones he took this morning.

There was one where she was still asleep, her lips slightly apart, her hair messy. Another where she's making coffee for both of them, still in her pajamas, laughing because he insisted on taking another and then another photo.

"You'll use all of your films on me, you need those for something more important." she remembered herself saying.

"Nothing can be more important than you."

God, he could say cheesy things sometimes, but they were working regardless. She was usually smiling with a slight blush and then he was taking another photo hiding a slight blush.

He never hid the pictures about her and them. They were all around the apartment, because as he said they made the shithole of an apartment look like home. And even if he never said it, she saw the photo of herself in his wallet.

She looked at the sleeping figure and then as gently as possible she touched his shoulder.

"Darling..." she said, doing her best to wake him up without startling him. "Baby, you need to wake up, then we can go to bed and lie down."

It only took a few seconds and a few words until his eyes opened. He sat up, straightening his back, while he rubbed his eyes and forehead. His hair was messy, but it became even messier after she ran her fingers through it.

"Come to bed with me, okay?" she answered to his quiet 'what'. "You fell asleep in here again."

The only answer she's gotten was humming, but he got up and gave her a tired hug, hiding his face in her neck, taking in her whole presence.

"What time is it?" he mumbled his question and she had to really listen closely to what he was saying to understand it.

"It's past one. So let's go to sleep, yeah?"

Adam nodded as he mumbled a quiet 'yes'.

She stepped back, getting out of the hug to take a look at him and making sure he's standing steadily on his legs. His eyes were glassy and tired and she was sure they were also red, but she couldn't tell for sure in the red light.

She gently stroked his cheek and then was about to grab his hand and lead him to bed, but as he looked at her he asked:

"Is that my shirt?"

She looked down at herself, looking at the striped shirt she was wearing over her t-shirt because she was cold, then she looked back at her lover with a soft gaze.

"Yes. I might've stolen it after you left this morning."

She felt her heartbeat change at the way his expression lightened up, a small, still sleepy smile slowly forming on his face. She always found it adorable how sometimes the smallest and simplest actions or things made him smile.

A few moments later they were on their way to bed, hand in hand. And after they were both lying in bed under the covers close to the other, she ran her hand through his hair again after she left a kiss on his forehead.

"You should've woken me up. You know I like to help you in the darkroom."

"Didn't want to. You looked adorable."

She didn't know what to say to that so she remained quiet.

"I love you."

"I know, I love you too." she muttered after. Saying I love you back became a reflex to her, because she soon realized that line alone and the taking millions of photos of her thing were both part of his love language. And she found that adorable after she found out the true meaning behind them.

She pressed a kiss to his neck as one of his hands found her waist under the stolen shirt, holding her close. And when a few seconds later Adam's grip on her lost its strength, she knew he fell asleep again, comfortably and peacefully.

She just smiled as she hid her face in his chest, feeling both happy and calm, knowing he is next to her and he'll have a good night's sleep as long as she was in his arms...

#saw #saw 2004 #adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight #adam faulkner #adam faulkner stanheight x reader #adam faulkner stanheight x fem!reader #adam stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x fem!reader #adam faulkner x reader #adam faulkner x fem!reader #fluff

[roughcas]

Part 2 of https://www.tumblr.com/ssacassie/747166593478426624/wrio-x-femreader-kinda-angst-blood-swearing @sangoqueenkoko

not proof read or anything i need sleep enjoy

Wriothesley x fem!reader

The infirmary laid eerily still. Evidence of life was very little, other than the occasional sound of paper being turned. Heavy clanks on the lithium was heard ascending towards where Sigiewinnie sat, next to you. "How's she lookin'?" The dukes voice broke the silence. "Your grace, the chances aren't in our favor." All he was able to do was nod, exit the room and repeat this process.

The previous few days was all the same routine. He'd walk around for hours pondering on what he could of done different to have prevented this. Every step he took was a constant reminder of how surreal the last week has been. After a few hours he'd need to use the bathroom, or Sigewinnie would be able to convince him to sleep - all though that never lasted longer than three hour intervals. He's barely left your side. "Okay, you need to go to the surface," the nurses voice echoed down the corridor as she followed suit. Confusion arose in the man, why would he? You're down here. He's not leaving. "You're growing sickly pal and honestly I couldn't accurately tell you when you last saw the sun." "But-" "Get her flowers and come straight back if you need to." Wriothesley was still about to protest before Sigewinnie slammed the door giving him no alternative. "Doctors orders! It'd be unlocked once you catch some fresh vitamin d!"

With a simple phone call, it so happened Wriothesley ran into Neuvillite on pure coincidence. As soon as Neuvillite got a call from Sigewinnie, the worst was expected. To hear you were still fighting but he needed to distract his friend, he was waiting by the fleur shops. "Wriothesley," the dragon alerts his friend of his presence. After Wrio picks out the perfect flowers for you the silver haired man starts digging.

"When was the last time you slept?" 'Cause you look like you're the one dying.' "A few hours ago." "No, actually slept. Fulls nights rest?" A pause filled the air, whether it was from him debating the truth or just purely thinking he possessed the answer. "Days ago." At this Wrio felt him stop moving, staring at him.

"We all feel horrible for what happened to her," 'To you',

"But the truth is there's nothing we can do now other than let Sigewinnie do her job, and for everyone to hope." Icy blue eyes were finally able to meet, a pathetic sigh escaping Wriothesley. He knew he was being irrational and his friend was right. Before he could muster a response, "Go back to her. Make yourself comfortable and sleep. She'll be there when you rise, I promise you." And with that, Wriothesley watched him walk away. Alone, there he stood holding the flowers that mounted to know more than a bouquet of clumsy words and feelings.

The rest of the walk was short before he was able to open the door, true to her promise the door slid open with ease. A part of him hoped he'd see you awake, laughing. Or even better yet, awake from this nightmare with you holding him saying it was all just a bad dream. But neither of those were the cards. Nothing changed other than the nurses location. 'When will this paradox end.' he scoffed.

The flowers were now placed in a vase next to you, true to his word Wriothesley made a bed right on the ground next to you and slept.

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Sun shone in on the room evidence of a new day. The duke groaned getting up, stretching realizing how sore his body was from sleeping on the floor. In a weird way he believed it was worth it, he felt more energized. And for a while, even if it was only a few minutes in his dream; everything was okay again.

However once again his routine of reputation started.

as the day grew later a new guest snuck in the infirmary "How long has he been like this?" Navia asked, "Hours. A day." she quickly nodded before walking towards the duke.

"Wrio man. This? This isn't doing anything for anyone other than hurting yourself. Why are you torturing yourself more? I understand what you're feeling, we all are sorry for what happened to her." Theres those words again. 'We all feel bad' 'We're sorry.' How can anyone else understand what he feels? He's the reason you're dying. He should of looked sooner at you. He should of taken that side. He should of finished quicker to help you. He should of known an abush was going to happen. He shouldn't of even let you get out of bed that day. You're going to die and its all because of your sincerely,

A harsh snap drags him out of his thoughts. Resting her hand back at her side she continued. "Listen man you just gotta' hang in there for all of us and most importantly her." "I kn-" He's cut off by Sigewinnie rushing down to their spot. With his throat getting dry he feels his heart sink to his feet. What happened to you?

"Your grace, she requested to see you." His eyes lit up and sprinted to your room, swinging open the door hastily. "Hi." He froze staring at you. You're alive. His eyes search your face all over, not being able to say anything. What felt like forever but was realistically thirty seconds, "Are you just going to stand there or come and give me a hug? Sigewinnie said it wouldn't affect any of my stitches."

Needing no further push he was at your side in seconds holding you close to his chest. Your head laid on his heartbeat; being able to hear it. Muscular arms wrapped tightly around you, his head was placed on yours. After a few more seconds you can feel a tear slide down onto your shoulder. "I'm so glad-" he couldn't find the strength to finish that but both of you knew what the next words were. 'That you're not dead.'

"Sigewinnie told me how lucky I am," "I'm the luckiest baby. I don't know what I would of done without you, I'm so happy you woke up love." subconsciously his grip on you grew tighter. He pulled back, tears glossy as he held you. Smiling. It was the first time a smile grew on his face in days, he was truly a goner without you.

"I love you so much. I never want another moment to go to waste between us, ever again. I don't know what I woulda' done without you, princess. I'm so sorry I wasn't able to protect you better." "You didn't know, neither of us did. Okay? You can't beat yourself up about it. All that matters is that I'm going to recover, because its not our time to part yet. I love you too, Wrio."

The rest of the night he spent glued to your side.

As days ticked down, you were cleared to go home under the pretense you kept a low profile. Which obviously wasn't a problem as the duke was your right hand man, not allowing you to do anything alone. Out of curiosity and fear.

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"Babe you almost ready?" Wriothesley asked, fixing his tie. In honor of your life he felt the two of you needed to go out to dinner and celebrate, he wanted nothing more than to spoil his precious girl.

"Mhm! One second," you saying while looking at yourself one last time in the mirror before deciding you loved how you looked for tonight. The rest of the date went well, Including Wrio doing everything for you. "You look so fucking gorgeous darling." he showered you in compliments. And honestly? Spoil you he did.

"Was renting the whole roof top really necessary?" and it was as if that sentence triggered something inside him. He took a deep inhale getting nervous before taking a long sip of his champagne.

"Yes."

Before any questions were asked, he was holding your hand kneeling in-front of you with the most gorgeous ring you've seen.

"Y/n. I'm so badly in love with you. I knew I loved you the moment I met you; and from then it only grows every day. I've never been more sure about something in my life before. You. And losing that, was the worst week of my life. You bring me so much happiness I could never love another soul as much as I love yours, princess. I never want another day to pass without you knowing you're the love of my life, and the only person I want to grow old with. Will you, Y/n L/n. Marry me?"

and just like that, in the same way he did just seconds ago before turning both of your lives forever - "Yes."

The biggest smirk sat on the mans face as he stood up to kiss you, maybe the worst week of his life wasn't that bad at all.

#genshin impact #genshin x you #wrio x reader #wriothesely x reader #wriothesley #genshin characters #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin fluff

[asarajaa]

OKAY. MEETING BACHIRAS MOM FOR THE FIRST TIME. 🤭🤭🤭

(no pressure if you don’t want to do it ofc bbg<3 )

Ofc bb but have patience, I’m a little bit down cause I didn’t like at all my last post so yk 😭✋🏽

Omg I’m so dumb, I answered it without the fic made HAHAJJAJAJA, when I got it I’ll put it here and I’ll tell ya, k love? Have some paciencia 😽💗

Update: k so I already did it so here you go my love, hope you like it <3!

Warnings: fem!reader Words: 656 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings! Taglist: @merlucide

Meeting Bachiras mom for the first time

₊˚ෆ To help me with this, I will pretend it is the second part of the Bachira falling in love hcs.

₊˚ෆ Indeed, his mom liked you.

₊˚ෆ First of all, when Bachira got home and told her mom about you, she was super enthusiastic to meet you!

₊˚ෆ After Bachira made a move and you guys become boyfriend and girlfriend, the next step was meeting each others parents, being Bachira the first.

₊˚ෆ When the time came, you were extremely nervous, Bachira tried everything to make you feel less nervous but obviously it didn't work.

₊˚ෆ You wanted to everything go great. Your friends always says that is like having a second family and that creating a bond with his mom is important bc she's gonna be like a second mom to you.

₊˚ෆ You made yourself a list of 5 rules to follow when you meet his mom (which made Bachira laugh at you because- babe, my mom is super chill you don't need to do those things.)

₊˚ෆ Rule number 1: Do not show empty handed. It doesn't matter if you give her flowers, some dessert or a gift, Bachiras mom will appreciate it and think that you're a very nice and sweet girl. She's the type of person who appreciates the small things so giving smth to her will be perfect.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 2: Dress modestly. Look, Bachiras mom wouldn't care if you go with some jeans and a cute top, in fact, she would compliment you. But if you go dressed like if you're going to some club she would not think bad of you but neither she'll think good of you. I believe that as an artist she's very into the fashion world and if you're meeting her with a cute outfit she'll like you.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 3: Don't try to be somebody that you're not. She want to meet the person her son fall in love with, no one else. She'll like you just the way that you are! As an artist, Bachiras mom know about being judge so don't worry about those things.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 4: Always offer to clean up. Of course, she wouldn't let you, but it would be nice seeing the effort of your actions that his son never stops talking about.

₊˚ෆ Rule number 5: Try having a one on one time with her. Women to women bounds are super special so you have to use the opportunity to grow a very strong relationships. Honestly, she always wanted a daughter so just talked with her about girl things and it would be awesome!

You and Bachiras mom were left alone, she told Bachira to go to the store to buy some dessert (you bought flowers) so now you girls were alone.

"So, how did you knew you wanted to be an artist Mrs.Bachira?" you asked her enthusiastic, the dinner went awesome and you guys were having a great time.

Bachiras mom loved your question, nobody usually ask her about her profession and you were actually interested.

As the night went by, you girls ended up having a girl talk about the latest in fashion, the new tea about celebrities, skincare and make-up.

When Bachira came with the dessert, he was confused. He left you guys silent and when he come back you were sitting next to each other talking passionately about some new viral linase mask that gives a botox effect. Although he wasn't complaining either.

"Word of mouth is that the mask also works to give definition on the curly haired girls." you said showing her the video of a girl trying it.

"Really?" she said leaning to you "Bachiras cousin has curly hair, i'll show it to her."

₊˚ෆ She loved you, like she would call you some days to exchange tips and your calls last hours.

₊˚ෆ Bachira was more than happy when he find out, It seemed perfect to him that the two women in his life got along so well.

nksdhfsbfv idk what I did.

I feel like It was too short, great rules tho

28/04/24

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#sofis loves #bllk bachira #asarajas works #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #asarajas works (bllk) #bachira meguru #bllk x you #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #bachira fluff #fanfiction

[piratekane]

hey buddy!! for ur prompt thing u should do either 12 or 27 for avatrice pls and thank u :)

twenty-seven: i can't think when you keep looking at me like that

Ava pulls her legs up under her and turns, propping her chin over the back of the couch. Bea is in the kitchen, putting away the last of the orange chicken neither of them could finish. A movie plays on the television behind them, some romantic comedy Ava suggested on the recommendation of a customer, but she doesn't care about pausing it so Bea doesn't miss anything.

It's not good. She's never taking Eduardo's advice again. He promised her his girlfriend loved it, but Ava is starting to question her taste in men and movies.

"Ava?" Bea calls.

Ava pops up off the couch, bounding the few feet from the living room to the kitchen. She liked the open concept floor plan, being able to see all the space they had. And it felt like so much. She could fit at least 15 of her going in one direction. But mostly she liked the way that no matter where she was in this place they called home, she could see Beatrice.

She eases up as she gets to the island in the kitchen. "Reporting for duty."

Bea shakes her head, a slight smile on her face. Ava likes this smile almost more than she likes any of Bea's other smiles. This one feels like it carries the most affection, like she knows Ava is ridiculous and can't help but love her for it.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to keep the rice." Bea holds the to-go container, still mostly full.

Ava means to answer her. She does. A yes is on the tip of her tongue. But her eyes get caught on Bea - on the tank top she's wearing and how it accentuates the coiled muscles of her arm where they hold the rice mid-air. She breathes out shallowly.

She's not above thinking Bea is hot. And she'll tell that to anyone who asks. And to anyone else who doesn't.

"Ava," Bea says slowly. "What is it?"

Ava shakes her head, slowly rounding the island, feeling the cool granite against her bare arm where her t-shirt ends. "You're just so..." She whistles low, wiggling an eyebrow.

Bea laughs a little. "Ava."

"What?" She slides up into Bea's space, taking the rice container out of her hand and setting to back down on the countertop. Bea looks down at the her, amused, as Ava pushes in a little closer, their hips pressed together. Her fingertips walk down Bea's arm to her waist, curling in the hem of her soft t-shirt.

Casual-Bea is her favorite: loose shorts and soft t-shirts and hair brushing the tops of her shoulders. Really, every Bea is her favorite, but right now, it's definitely this version of Bea. She crushes the soft cotton in her hand and then lets her fingernails scratch lightly at the skin under it. She doesn't miss the slight shiver under her fingertips and she grins. Bea's eyes narrow in warning, but Ava can read through it and doesn't let it slow her down.

Ava presses her whole palm to Bea's couch-warm skin, curling around her waist. Her other hand settles on Bea's bare arm, sliding until her fingers are pressed to Bea's neck. She'll never get tired of touching; is trying to make up for what feels like years of missing this. Bea tells her she's being dramatic. That it was just a few months on this side of the Arc, but she always brushes a careful hand through Ava's hair like she knows it was much longer for Ava.

"Ava," Bea says slowly. Her eyes are starting to cloud a little and darken. Her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip and Ava's eyes follow it, feeling her own throat go dry.

This Bea is her favorite: unafraid of showing what she's feeling, uninhibited. Unashamed. She knows how much work Bea has to put into letting herself feel things out loud. And honestly, that's the sexiest thing about Bea. All the aikido and the knife skills and the way she can crack a walnut with one hand pales in comparison to how free Bea looks.

A firm hand goes to her hip, squeezing lightly to catch her attention. "What are you thinking?" Bea asks, too quiet for the silence of their apartment.

It takes her a minute to hear the words. She's too caught up in the way that Bea has taken her bottom lip in between her teeth gently, letting it go slowly. "Honestly?" she finally says. "I can't think with you looking at me like that."

Bea's eyes sparkle a little. "Like what?"

"Like..."

But Ava has always been held back by words. So she holds onto what she was going to say, traps it behind her teeth and leans in, kissing Bea instead. It's slow, unhurried, and exactly the kiss Ava dreamed about for months in their tiny apartment; the kind of kiss she fought her way through hell for. Bea sighs against her lips, tilting her head to their mouth slant together like that's what they were made for.

Ava slowly works up the bottom of Bea's shirt, inching it higher and higher until a hand comes down on hers, trapping it.

Bea breaks away. "Dinner."

"Cold Chinese is the best Chinese," she argues quickly, darting back in to kiss Bea again.

Bea laughs against her lips. It's the prettiest sound Ava has ever heard. "I think you need to put it in the refrigerator for it to be the kind of cold that makes it good."

Ava groans but pulls away, rushing through closing the to-go containers, putting the reusable chopsticks in the sink to deal with later, and leaning over the couch to turn off Eduardo's horrible movie suggestion. She pauses, leaning against the back of the couch, and exhales.

Bea tips her head to one side and smiles. It warms something in the pit of Ava's stomach and she knows, if she really had to, she'd walk through hell every time to get this back. Nothing could hold her back.

#warrior nun #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #i came i saw i tried #now i can crawl back into my blanket den and hide away #hope you like it liam! you're a rockstar

[slashingdisneypasta]

I know I've sent you countless asks by now, I'm sorry 😖 but I was thinning about a certain thing I said about Kingpop that was bugging me, and now that I've really thought about it I wanted to like, offer an updated version of the headcannon. I figured it was probably best to send it in ask form so you could see it before you answer the asks (if you want to ^^). Of course, don't feel obligated to answer this ask right away.

Basically, it's Poppy's reaction/way of handling Kingston being married. I originally said that she would try to help fix their relationship even though she was scared about Kingston dropping her for Rena again. Now that I've had more time to think this over, here's what Poppy would really do; When she first discovered that Kingston was married, well she first felt very startled and very guilty as this was probably after their one night stand (unless King was open about that with her). She'd confront Kingston about it, asking him why he would cheat on his spouse, and becoming even more confused when he explains he and Rena's complicated marriage. She doesn't want to think this guy is lying, but this is her getting involved with a married man too. She doesn't feel right to just let it be with just Kingstons word, so she would ask if they could call Rena or something, kinda like your Callahan fic (and that's how Poppy gets to meet Rena in this AU XD)

It is still pretty weird for Poppy at first; if she didn't think a relationship with an older man was possible for her, she definitely didn't think she was going to be in this kibd of position 😅 As she and Kingston grow closer, though, she's more surprised out how she doesn't care. She feels awkward about it for a while, but she slowly relaxes and let's herself enjoy being with King, with his help and reminders that nothing is being hidden from anyone.

I can still see Poppy trying to help Kingston and Rena improve their relationship, but it's mostly for them getting along rather than romance; especially if by now King has proven that he wants her. As for her fear... Poppy is a more fretting person, but she has gone through some growth by the time she and Kingston get together. So although his marriage throws her off a little, Poppy trusts him enough to stay with her ^^

(the angst lover in me still wants that moment when she confesses her fear to King though 😅 maybe it'd just be her talking to King about how strange this is to her, but she still wants him and wants to make it work ^^)

Idk how you imagine King's side of this, especially whether or not he stays married to Rena while dating Poppy or he divorces her, but I wanted to give you this ^^ I hope you enjoy reading this ^^

I did enjoy this!!!

Now I'm imagining Christmas and Easter and all the 'family orientated' (mocking quotation marks because I don't think anyone has to see anyone for the holidays), and King is so excited for his first holiday with Poppy... until she suggests the invite Rena since Ryan's coming ^^ Of course Poppy doesn't want Rena to be alone for the holiday!! And neither do you, do you King?? (Kingston: ... // Poppy: King? // Kingston: Yeah, yeah, I'm thinking. Honestly not sure how alone she'd be anyway. // Poppy: Oh!! does she have some close friends who she's spending the day with?? ^^ // Kingston: No, she's a ho, Pops- )

Then King is just like... *sigh. Slump.* fine. I'll ask her.

He hopes she'll say no but of course Rena will come! XD She even turns up with a casserol, while King's being totally ungelpful just hanging out in the kitchen basically watching Poppy and Ryan do everything while sneaking tastes of the food XD (King will help if asked, but if not asked then it just won't occur to him. He's already gifting everyone with his charming presence and sense of humour?? XD )

And no- King probably won't ever divorce Rena (unless he actually decided to marry Poppy- but at this point marriage doesn't mean much to him. His relationship with Poppy is more safe and more meaningful then his marriage with Rena has ever been afterall). Not officially; its a pain in the ass. How would Poppy react to King's reluctancy to divorce his wife?

#i think this mkght be the fastest i've ever answered one of your asks 😅😅 #i'm so sorry 😅😅😅 #i love every single one of your asks so much!!!

[ink-flavored]

🏙️🙌🤔🦵↕️ for Xinya and Yu-Qui?

oooo thank you, this'll force me to flesh their relationship out some more lmao

🏙️How far would they go in public?

Yu-Qi has absolutely no shame, and that includes during sex. A combination of not understanding or caring about human social norms and being delighted in exploring sexuality in her human form, she would happily do whatever, wherever. Not necessarily because she thinks people watching is sexy, but because it would be such a raw display of passion! It's like... marking her territory lmao

Meanwhile, Xinya is a very private person and would never dream of doing anything sexual in public, much less where people might see her. She has her reputation and the reputation of her entire country at stake, so it is vitally important for her to keep her poise in public.

🙌Do they prefer praise or degradation? A mix of both?

Praise for both. Yu-Qi would probably eat you if you degraded her, and Xinya gets enough of it from Being A Politician.

🤔Is there a kink or other sexual experience they've never been able to try, but want to?

Xinya has never been with anyone, ever, so anything basically? She's also very repressed, so she can't/won't admit to herself that she wants to try stuff very often. If forced to choose, it would probably be bondage. Being tied up and forced to relax and enjoy something would be nice.

God-Dragons don't reproduce sexually, so Yu-Qi is also on the end of never having experienced sex. However, she rules over the domain of passion, so she has a laundry list of things she's observed over millennia that she intends to try with her new human wife. At the top is, shockingly, normal romantic love-making. She wants to experience the passion of a simple thing first, before branching out to the wilder stuff.

🦵Favorite non-sexual body part on themself? On others?

Xinya thinks her hair is the most attractive part of her. It's long, flawlessly maintained, and manicured into every elaborate style her handmaids can think of. She's very proud of it.

On others, she has a thing for back muscles. She had to learn several kinds of weapon in her youth, and got to see quite a lot of soldiers training at the same time. It was how she got through the day, honestly.

Yu-Qi has a dragon's perspective and thinks her scales are beautiful and lustrous enough to enchant even the coldest of hearts, the same silvery-white as the full moon. In her human form, she would begrudgingly pick her eyes (because they're the same color).

On others, she thinks human hands are the most fascinating things. She's constantly staring at people's fingers and even her own, enchanted by them in a way that's almost obsessive.

↕️Do they prefer to bottom (be penetrated) or top (do the penetrating)? Both? Neither?

Gonna call Xinya out here. She's a Pillow Princess, literally no question. I guess Pillow Queen if you want to get technical. Incapable of topping, it just cannot happen.

Yu-Qi is adventurous, she'll do anything. Considering who she's married to, though, she tops literally all of the time lmao. Sometimes they forego penetration and just do external stuff/grinding/etc. but when penetration is involved there is exactly one (1) answer.

[try out my 100 Question Sex & Kink ask game]

#annika talks #answered #ask game #TGDW #The God Dragon's Wife #Yu Qi #Xinya

[siriuslysatorusimping]

Who's going to bring up Geto first? I'm really curious about Gojo opening up to her about this in particular.

In another note, will Gojo ever know about Nanamin kissing our girl? And if so... Is it going to be a funny anecdote or is it going to bring a lil bit of drama/jealousy?

OOF you're literally comin' out the gates SWINGING with these two HEAVY HITTERS.

OKAY. I'm here for it lol I'm putting the answers under a cut because I apparently am incapable of actual short answers 🙃

1.) Who brings up Geto first?

Short answer: Gojo

With Geto, it's going to be... complicated lol.

In Rinko's eyes, there will never, ever be anyone who can replace Geto for Gojo. She sees herself in a solid second place forever. And honestly? She's okay with that.

It's going to be multiple conversations over time. Gojo is going to bring it up because she doesn't ever want to push him to talk about something she knows is so painful for him. But because Geto was the only other person he ever trusted completely, saw as a moral compass even, that kind of wound is going to take a lot of conversations and it's going to complicate things so much for him as he tries to navigate life with her by his side.

2.) Will Gojo ever know about Nanami kissing Rinko and if so, how will it go?

Short answer: He's going to find out. And it's really not going to go well.

Nanami is a different beast when it comes to jealousy for their relationship. He will become one of her very best friends, on an equal level with how close she is with Shoko. He is like a brother to her and he sees her as a complete dumbass older sister. But that's how Rinko and Nanami see it.

When it comes to jealousy, neither Rinko or Gojo actually gets jealous most of the time.

They joke about it, Rinko riles him up by teasing him about someone being better at making her cum. But he's very confident that he's the best she's ever had.

But, remember that there's one thing Rinko has already established for herself and Gojo knows it well: She'll never date a non-sorcerer because of how complicated that would be. She'll never commit to someone she can't be honest with.

And that's the reason Nanami is, in Gojo's eyes, a potential threat. Because he's a Jujutsu Sorcerer, he knows Rinko, and Gojo also knows that Nanami is likely interested in settling down one day and could offer that to her and he'll eventually start to fear that as a real possibility.

We just saw what happens when he gets a lil jealous of her going on a date in Hollow Echoes and it's going to go even worse than that because she isn't going to take shit from him over it.

I've actually got it mapped out, SO, I'll give you a lil preview of him being upset she had dinner with Nanami long after they already realized it would never work:

“I don’t tell you every time I have dinner with Shoko, either. I don’t have to tell you anything. And I fucking knew you’d get into a pissing match with him. I’ll have you know, I went on a few actual dates with him years ago-” “Did you fuck him?” he asked, his eyes darkening now. “What if I had?” she challenged, for once not doing it to push his buttons. “You really do have some fucking nerve to try to think you have any say in who else I fuck." Glaring at his hazy eyes, she continued. "As for dinner with Nanami this time, we grab dinner occasionally because we’re friends and he enjoys my company - as he should because I’m a goddamn fucking delight - and he missed the last train so he slept on my couch. I don't even know why you'd care-” “Because you’re mine,” he hissed, his eyes clearing for just a moment as he spoke. “Because I-” “I’m no more yours than you are mine,” she snapped, poking him in the chest. “It’s one thing to say that shit while we’re having sex-”

And yeah, that's just a tiny bit of this conversation 🙃🙃 I'll let you guess when this'll be lol

Thank you for your questions!!! Hopefully my rambling makes at least a bit of sense.

Read Another Level on AO3 :)

#gojo satoru #gojo fanfic #another level ask #another level #rinko and gojo

[acacia-may]

And y'know what? 27 and 45 for any ship you want to indulge. 😤💖 I'm happy to listen you gush about your faves

Thank you so much for this ask, Laura, and for playing the ship ask game! 🥰

I feel so spoiled, and I'm not sure which ship to pick, honestly. 😅💖 I was going to go with Rillmy (my OTP of Black Clover), but I have gotten a few asks about them for this game, so I think I ought to go with a different relationship here (it's only fair to give the others a chance too even if Rillmy is my favorite 😁). I also considered writing some headcanons about my CC x OC ship, Henry Legolant x (my OC) Lorelei Swallow, but since I don't talk about my OCs a lot and I've only written about them a little bit so far, I didn't think they'd fall under the "any ship" umbrella category as intended. 😅 So instead, I decided to write some headcanons about a ship between only canon characters, David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel. I (secretly) really, really love them and I don't think I have ever talked about them before so I will gladly take this opportunity. 😂💖 Thank you so much again for that and for the ask!

Answers are below the cut because the post is a bit lengthy.

Ship Ask: David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

In my mind, neither David nor Letoile are particularly big on verbal expressions of love. Neither of them are against it, but I think they would both prefer to express their love through their actions rather than with their words. For Letoile, words feel very cheap and very empty if they don't have actions to back them up, and I think David (for all of his bravado and big personality) actually feels kind of awkward about expressing his feelings with the words "I love you" (even if he does express love verbally in other ways through compliments and encouragement).

David expresses his love non-verbally with his time. No matter how busy he is, he always makes a point to carve out time for him and Letoile to spend together. He loves planning activities for them to do, spontaneous little trips, and fun experiences they can share. Letoile isn't usually the biggest fan of surprises, so they sometimes have to compromise on that (i.e. he tells her that he's going to take her somewhere for the weekend and enough about the place & the weather so she'll know what to pack even if he doesn't tell her exactly where they are going 😁). As a couple, I think they both value their independence so they don't do everything together, but it's really important to David to get to share a lot of things with Letoile and, at least in my mind, a big moment for him in realizing that he loves her, is him first realizing that he wants to share so much of his life and all of these experiences with her. He really does just want to be with her all the time (or at least most of the time).

Letoile expresses her love non-verbally through acts of service. David can be a little proud and not ask for help all that often, but she can tell when he's struggling and will offer to lend a hand, which he'll often take her up on. He actually told her he loved her for the first time in a sleep deprived daze and frazzled relief when she stepped in and "saved him" from scrambling over a mission report for Golden Dawn he had forgotten about. Eventually when they marry and have a family, they tend to split the housework equally, but Letoile will often quietly surprise David by taking care of some of his laundry or helping out with some of the chores he was supposed to do (especially if he is exceptionally busy or rundown). She is also fantastic at taking care of him when he's sick (though she doesn't baby him or allow him to baby himself 😅).

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

Despite being so different in personality and not always seeing eye to eye, I like to think that David and Letoile actually do have a lot of respect for each other and are very supportive of each other (even if they do occasionally argue). I think David's support is very loud and exuberant--kind of like a cheerleader, whereas Letoile's support is more quiet but steady like a support beam or firm foundation where David can "safely land" when he tries to reach for the stars.

In some of my headcanons for the future, I imagine that Letoile eventually becomes the Golden Dawn's Captain (or whatever the squad will be called by then), and no matter what happens to them (if they end up together or just stay friends) David is so incredibly proud or her and goes around talking her up to everyone. I think this is especially true in a world where they're married--he's just telling anyone who will even so much as pretend to listen: "My wife is the Captain of the Golden Dawn! She's amazing!" I think he is very openly supportive of her dreams and incredibly proud of her accomplishments. In my mind, Letoile really has this forever cheerleader in him, and he really thinks she is just incredible and wants everyone to know how amazing she is.

On her side, Letoile is much more quiet and reserved just by nature and personality, and in that way, I think her support is much more steady and calm. It's less flashy but it's steadfast. She is always in his corner, and he knows that he can always turn to for advice or support when he needs it. I think David has a lot of these more wild, big ideas, and his big plans can sometimes get away from him so the support he needs is often having someone there to help him reign back in a little bit so he doesn't bite off more than he can chew and also to help him with the more practical side of how he can make his dreams reality, and I think Letoile is very good at that and he appreciates that in her.

Overall, I like to think that because they're such good friends with each other, communication comes a bit easier for them and they can be more open about their struggles with each other (despite both being a bit proud and independent at times and really wanting to default to that "Well I can take care of it myself" mentality). I think they can really learn to lean on each other and will really stick by one another in particularly rough times in their lives. I mean, say what you will about Letoile and David but they're both pretty stubborn (in true Golden Dawn fashion, of course). That can be bad things sometimes, but I also think it can be a good thing sometimes too. No matter what happens, neither one of them is really going anywhere. When they choose to share their lives with each other, they're not going to change their minds. They will stubbornly stick together through thick and thin. They might disagree sometimes, but I think those disagreements will be over mostly inconsequential things (like what color to paint the living room walls), and in a time of real trouble, they will come together and work through it together, falling back on the deep, mutual respect they have for each other.

#David Swallow x Letoile Becquerel #Letoile Becquerel x David Swallow #david x letoile #letoile x david #david swallow #letoile becquerel #ship ask game #thanks for the ask! #laura 🧡

[friendly-neighborhood-kinnie]

The Last Of Us

⚠️Spoilers for the entire season ⚠️ (edited)

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So I was trying to be a casual watcher of this show, but I quickly became obsessed with it. I ended up obsessively watching interviews. Also all the cut scenes from the first game. Not the second, though I do know some major things that happen.

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But one of the things I love about this show is the love Joel and Ellie have for each other. And I love watching that relationship grow. One thing I noticed when watching the interviews was how they describe Joel and Ellie's relationship as falling in love. And it literally is so brilliant because it shows how different kinds of falling in love looks like. Joel and Ellie truly do fall in love with each other. They are one of the different kinds of soulmates (familial, platonic, romantic.) and I love it.

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You honestly start seeing slow steps towards that growing bond from the very beginning, obviously they meet, they go to their apartment (?) Joel gets a sense if who Ellie is, they find out semi about her immunity. Truly not to much to say about them in this episode.

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The second episode they find out about Ellie's immunity and learn a bit more about her personality, than they have that moment where Ellie asks Joel about him, than he asks about the knife. While it's a small conversation just to pass time it's the start of planting seeds that neither of them notice. The seeds are planted deeper in this episode when they look at the view. By the end the seeds are planted for the beginning of their bond.

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The third episode was truly a masterpiece and we don't get to see a lot of Joel and Ellie, but of the moments we do see we see Joel while annoyed answering her questions, and we see Joel acknowledging she's a child and wanting to lead her away from the tragedy that is the bones. We see him worry when she doesn't respond to him immediately. Then when they're at Bill and Frank's, Joel ultimately decides to take Ellie with him. He genuinely could have just left her, now most of this that's is just simple moral compass but those seeds that were planted have become roots and those roots have slowly started to grow.

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In the fourth episode we see a good amount of the two simply bonding. Joel decides to stay awake and protect Ellie (and of course himself) instead of sleeping like he said he would do. They both start to tease each other more which is a sign of their growing bond. He continues to answer Ellie's questions. Including one about Tommy and why he's not with Joel. Aka about his past. But this is also where he says Ellie is Cargo, and he's only doing this for Tess. The immediate way he asks if she's okay when they crash. He tells her to go somewhere and stay their so she doesn't get hurt, so she's away from the fighting. And when he tells her they're not going to hit you Joel has this look in his eyes. When Ellie shoots the other guy to save Joel and he decides to kill the man he tells her to go back to behind the wall having already seen the shock on her face. He doesn't want her to see that even when she's already seen some stuff, he doesn't know she's already had to kill someone. He doesn't know this, and he watches her closely for a few seconds after he gets into the room she's in. Seeing how she'll react to hurting someone not infected. There's this sense of worry that's started to grow for each other at this point. Joel apologizes for her having to do hurt someone, and when he learns it's not the first time she's had to he's obviously shocked. Joel understands she will need a way to defend herself and teaches her how to properly use the gun she took from Bill. He assures her that they'll get through it, and she knows because she does trust him. Not just because she has to but because he's shown her that he'll protect her. This isn't super important detail but the way they got into the building at the end of this episode is one of my favourite parts because if you listen closely you can here the slight laugh in Joel's voice when he tells Ellie 'I got you'. Joel telling her that she shouldn't have had to hurt someone because of how young she is. Than of course the end of the episode where Ellie tells the joke and they both just laugh. This episode is short but shows the roots growing, deep, and strong. These roots are planted and at this point there's no turning back. More than just literally for these two.

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Now episode five is when we see those roots grow into a sprout, Joel is worried about her. She's worried about him. Throughout the episode you see there bond even with them not interacting as much. It's little things like the way Joel watches Ellie carefully, or makes sure she's close to him anytime he can. She looks to him for approval, and validation, she knows how he is and how he talks. He immediately grabs Ellie the second shooting starts, he tells her he's going to go take the guy out and Ellie immediately protests tries to get him to stay with them. Then the trust is established out loud when Joel asks Ellie if she trusts him. The seen with all the infected and the bloater is where you especially see this bond they have. He only keeps sight of Ellie, making sure she's safe. The look of panic on his face when he realizes a clicker got in the car Ellie was hiding in, than the relief when he sees she escaped. And only when he's sure Ellie is away from all the infected does he leave where he was. Than when Sam attacks Ellie Joel goes for the gun and when he's being held at gun point he still tries to go to her, he hears her scream for him and she tries to help. Even at gun point, than after Sam is shot Joel makes sure Ellie is okay, than tries to go to her again. They bury their bodies and Joel sees how upset Ellie is.l he sees the message she left and you can see in his eyes how his heart seems to break. You see the parallels that they are to Henry and Sam, throughout this episode. And by the tragic end of this episode you can see the sprouts that have begun to grow. There bond is growing. You see them falling in love as each other's family.

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Honestly this could just be me reading way to much into this, I do that often but I couldn't stop thinking about them and wanted to make a post. I am so excited to continue watching their love and their bond grow. They're brilliant characters and this game/show has such a fantastic storyline.

#the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #ellie tlou #joel tlou #hbo max #this show is truly brilliant #i love how they describe falling in love #falling in love isn't just a romantic thing #and this game/show is a perfect example of it #it's such a good show #pedro pascal #bella ramsey

[violetsareblue-selfships]

Bouquet and Passion!

- Fate

"She's told me to answer these so I guess I will." - Blade

bouquet 💐: how did your love confession to s/i go? if s/i confessed first, how did it feel when they said that they loved you for the first time?

"Hah, neither of us directly confessed, at least at first. I happened to walk by as she was talking about it with Kafka and Silver Wolf. When I heard that she liked me, I couldn't ignore that so I went into the room to ask her about it. Honestly... it was cute how embarrassed she was that she was caught like that but all our feelings came out in the end, so it was worth it. As for how it felt to hear it... it felt good. I didn't think I deserved someone like her so I never spoke up. It seems she thinks otherwise. Heh. She's just as sweet as ever."

passion ❤️‍🔥: when was a time that s/i defended you?

"Hm. Usually, I'm the one defending her... but there have been times in battle where she'll jump in front of me to block an attack. Heh, she still doesn't like seeing me get hurt even if I can easily heal myself. If we're talking verbally... I wasn't there to see it. Kafka told me about it after it happened but apparently, she overheard someone talking bad about me and got so upset that she started correcting them. Of course, they were probably rightfully upset, but it's cute that she'd think otherwise."

#self shipping #self ship #f/o #romantic f/o #fictional other #thanks for the ask! #the sun and her shadow 💖🥀 #crow don't look

[aquadestinyswriting]

🌈 RAINBOW SLOTH for the random WIP ask game!

Hi there, thank you so much for the ask :D. Putting my answer under a cut to save everyone's dashes because this is about to get long.

Wild card! Share one thing about your WIP that you have been waiting to be asked about!

The random generator chose The Trouble with Meredith for this question.

I have been waiting to be asked about the rest of the Ironforge children in more detail honestly, so I'll be happy to infodump here. To provide context for the age ranges here, Dwarves reach the age of majority at 65 in Fangthane and can live until they're around 650-700 years old on average.

As of the time of the above WIP, Meredith is the youngest of three children. However, she did have two older brothers that went off to fight with King Nargond in the Demon War, alongside their uncle Snorri. Neither brother made it back. Gruk and Morag were, understandably, quite upset that Snorri managed to come back without the boys in tow, but Snorri's obvious regret prompted Gruk to make amends with his older brother and the two of them are much closer as a result.

Alfolor (or Alfie for short) was mentioned briefly in the story Come Back Again, and was the eldest child of the family. At the time of his unfortunate death he was 153 years old. He'd been working as a smith, alongside his father at the time the Demon War kicked off and had been planning to ask his girlfriend of the time to marry him, but never got the chance to.

Magni was the second child and he was only 138 at the time of his death. Magni had been working as an Ironguard at the time of the Demon War and got himself swept up in the fervour of the moment alongside the vast majority of his unit. Magni did have a boyfriend at the time, who was quick to join him in the fight to save Allansia. It's unknown whether said boyfriend survived since no one in the family have seen him since, but he wasn't counted among the dead at the end of the war.

The third child of the family is Hilde, the only other girl in the family. As of the time of the majority of The Trouble with Meredith series, Hilde is 120 years old and is apprenticing under Auld Derek to become a Librarian Scholar. She's not quite to the level where the old librarian will allow her to take her final tests, but she is very close and is, rightfully, proud of the fact that she'll be one of the youngest Scholars the library has had for at least two generations if she can take the tests in the next couple of years. She's also the only family member who likes animals well enough to keep a Glowwyrm as a pet. Hilde has no plans to get romantically entangled with anyone at present and has basically told her parents to look to her younger siblings for grandbabies.

The last of the Ironforge children I'm going to mention here (since Merri herself is the main character for this series) is Dugald. At time of The Trouble with Meredith series, Dugald is 106 and is apprenticing under his uncle Ufgi as a Runesmith, one of the more prestigious professions found within Fangthane. Dugald showed an aptitude for messing around with metal and runic magic at a young age, much like his uncle, so he was fast-tracked into an apprenticeship to prevent any magical mishaps at home. Dugald does have a partner, though it's still so early into the relationship that he's not even brought said partner home to meet his parents yet. Magni is the most reserved of the surviving Ironforge children, preferring to stay in the background while his sisters take up the space he's left for them.

Thanks again for the question.

Edited because I messed up on the ages. It's been fixed now

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[mikaharuka]

Alright, so from this post, I was thinking about your OTP in regards to 11 and 16.

Heyo Salty! Thanks for the ask! I'll go ahead and answer all four pairs~

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#11 - "who plays their music out loud?"

Carlisle/Beau - I... don't actually know, oddly enough. Neither seem like the type for different reasons. I could see them both doing so in the privacy of their own spaces, but between Carlisle's siblings and Beau's general experience growing up, neither seems like the type to 'impose' by playing music aloud.

Mike/Edward - Definitely Edward. Since he's used to hearing and seeing things on his own, I think he'd want to savor stuff more in the world. Mike, on the other hand, being part of the larger family and generally decentralizing himself would be more likely to keep it to headphones overall... unless he was being petty or making a point :)

Alice/Mina - Honestly... I could see them both doing it. Alice because she's just going at her own dramatic, energetic pace. Mina is more calm and centered, but she's also more athletically inclined, so I could hear her playing music aloud. Still, I think Alice would be wilder.

Rose/Elle - Probably Elle. She just feels like the type to listen to music while going about the kitchen making whatever drink or dessert or other food. And it's probably safer that way anyways. I could see Rose playing quiet music while reading or focusing on some activity of her own.

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#16 - "who gives the other cringeworthy pet names?"

Carlisle/Beau - Carlisle... though I wouldn't call them 'cringeworthy'. Let's just say that I did my research on certain names and I think they're actually super cool! Also, aside from that, I think Beau would be too intimidated (at first, at least) to use anything other than his name (either Carlisle or his original name when he learns about it).

Mike/Edward - Definitely Edward lol. Mike doesn't really give people 'names', and just goes with whatever. He might call him a 'suspicious weirdo' or 'that asshole' if he's annoyed by something, but outside of that he'd probably use Edward's names (either Edward or his original name, when he eventually finds out what it is).

Alice/Mina - It's totally going to be Alice. Alice is the dramatic, bubbly type and Mina's definitely the calmer, cooler type. Mina would probably call Alice by her actual name... and even if I somehow came up with a name Mina used in the future, it would sound kind of cool. Alice on the other hand... well, she gets wrapped up in Edward's general shenanigans lol

Rose/Elle - Definitely Elle... if only because Rose is actually kind of the opposite, being all 'proper' with names. She *does* refer to Mike as Michael, after all. She'll call Elle either by that or by Eleanor (Elle's cool with both). Elle... she'd probably use 'Rose' alongside more traditional pet names every now and then, so not so 'cringeworthy'.

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Do feel free to send more asks my way! You can either specify the WL pairs (Carlisle/Beau, Mike/Edward, Rose/Elle, Mina/Alice) you'd like the question for, or you can leave it out and I'll answer for all four (because I need an excuse to ramble on and think and plan for my end-game, of course XD) And of course, you can find the questions here and my other answers I've given in the 'mizuka's otp stuff' tag :)

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