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vees-strangeworld-omniverse · 5 months

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THE ARGONIAN MYTHOS: a basic overview pt 2- seasons, aeronoid creation, and other bits of mythos

(NOTE: description copy-pasted from DA where i normally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

Alright, now that we got the religion out of the way, we can now continue on to the other major mythos….

THE TALE OF SEASONS AND THE MOVEMENT OF THE SUN AND MOON

Now, a good deal of mythologies seem to have a reason as to how and why the sun, moon and stars work the way they do. Back then, the elkinets did know that the planet was round, but they wouldn't be able to go any farther until the advent of space travel. So, they came up with their own reason on why the sun and moon move, where stars came from, and in the process also gave reason to why there were seasons as well.

Before there were stars, seasons and the consistent cycle of the sun and moon, the only real indicator of day and night was whether it was light or dark out. However, the plants and animals still needed duzliv and magmor to do their job. Duzliv was needed to give plants the sunlight they need, while magmor was vital to the animal for giving them a rhythm to follow. Thus, the two gigantic birds had specific spots they’d stay, and every week they’d switch to a different spot to keep the planet in shape.

The spots that duzliv stood on became parched and dry due to the heat of his body. Because of the heat and the lack of any water, those areas have become the hot, arid lands of the deserts, savannas and chaparrals. While many animals avoided where he stood, a good deal of them were able to not only survive, but actually thrive off of the dry and hot lands. Conversely, the places magmor stood were cold and barren, and almost always snowed. These places were close to the poles, though the highest of mountain tops were also a favorite of hers. Like with duzliv, there were some animals that were able to thrive in her conditions, while most other avoided these places.

But overtime, things were starting to brew between the sun crow and the moon owl. There was a disagreement going on between the birds. Magmor was getting upset at the fact that most of the animals under her wings always slept when the snow came. On the contrary, Duzliv couldn't understand why all of his animals were hiding under the ground during the day. Either way, none of them realized the other had similar issues with their animals hiding from them.

Now, which bird started the fight depends on the religion. In most versions, magmor was the one to start the argument first, telling him how much she hated him for always having the win over all of the animals. Before long, she threw the first scratch, and then began to fight. However, in the dhetotistic and omyistic version, it was duzliv that started the argument and subsequent fight.

Either way, the fight was brutal. Feathers flew all over the place, mites and fleas clinging onto dear life on top of those feathers. Ogrin, Dhetos and Xortan had to step in to desperately stop the battle before they destroyed the planet. Eventually, they got them to stop just long enough for magmor to run off, duzliv breaking free and following suit. For the next 190 years, the chase around the planet was out of pure hatred of each other, duzliv wanting to kill magmor, and magmor wanting to kill duzliv.

However, as time went on it became less of an angry chase and more of a playful game. They actually loved the chasing of each other, and it reformed the bond between them. It wasn't until one of them (the one that hit first) caught up to the other to apologize for the fight, and that from now on this game of chase will be the way they keep the planet in shape. It was here, at this moment, that the first eclipse happened.

From then on, they playfully chased each other around the planet, taking turns between who’s chasing who. In the summer, duzliv was the one chasing magmor, while the winters was when went magmor was in the lead. The moon’s phases where magmor slowly cloaking herself in darkness to make it harder for duzliv to see where she was. Every so often, one of them will catch up to the other so they can renew their love. When magmor catches up to duzliv, they create a solar eclipse, while the vise-versa creates the lunar eclipse.

And all those feathers and mites? Well, the ones that landed on earth became the animals of dawn and dusk, while the feathers that flew off from the planet became the stars in the night sky. Some of these feathers hit other pebbles in the dark void, and it is believed that those feathers and the mites on it became those pebbles’s plants and animals. This is also why some elkinets call extraterrestrial and idertimensional beings “Mites”, since it’s been used to describe any being outside of argonus.

At first the new cycles threw the animals off-balance, but they eventually got used to these new day & night cycles and adapted perfectly, and they forgave the gods for the fight they had. However, there were two animals that never forgave them: the crows and owls. The crows hated magmor for starting the fight, and vice versa for the version where duzliv started it. Thus, that is why crows and owls are enemies to eachother, and strictly stick to their respective times of the day.

After duzliv and magmor made peace with each other, the next major myth started right afterwards, which involves clay, sticks and the creation of a certain group of animals..

THE CREATION OF THE AERONOIDS

Like with every mythology, there’s always a story on how and why the sentient species of a planet came to be. Argonus is no exception, with a well-known story on how the elkinets were created. Not just that, but it also encompasses the other aeronoids as well.

After the very first eclipse, magmor and duzliv decided to test their children by dropping a lump of clay and sticks and telling them to try and make something good between the three of them. The things they made vary not by religion, but by region. However, the eroonian-sonian version is the most common version of the story, since in that area is where all five major aerinoids can naturally be found.

Here, Dhetos was the first to create something out of the materials, that is several small, featherless birds using the sticks as bones and the clay as flesh. However, neither ogrin nor xortan were pleased with the fact that these birds couldn't fly, so they took the birds and some more sticks and clay to fix them.

The two gods messed around with the birds before they got something they liked: a bird with engines on its wings and face of a lizard, that is the first theropects. Dhetos, despite being suddenly one-upped by her two brothers, was actually impressed. It was here that things got competitive between the siblings.

Xortan believed that, since it had both wings and engines, that it didn't need wings, and thus took some of the theropects, tore the wings off and put the engine on the back, effectively making the stunnits. Ogrin got so angry at his brother for tearing off the wings that he just had to show it. He took another theropect and ripped off the engines and forearms, and flattened the wings into a more bird-like shape, creating a featherless bird that CAN fly normally, the first avibels. Xortan, even more angry now, decided some of his new stunnits didn't need engines or wings, so he tore them off and even gave the creature whiskers to put spite, and created the rodads.

Now, ogrin was really, REALLY angry that his brother created the "flightless" abomination, so the two went into an utter frenzied fight of creating creatures and tossing them at each other like snowballs. Many of the creatures they made in this fight didn't survive, as they were tossed so hard they splattered on impact with the gods or ground. They were so concentrated on the fight, they weren't even paying attention to what they were creating. It wasn't until dhetos screamed their names that they stopped their fighting. They were fully expecting her to destroy all that they’ve created, but instead found her kneeled over next to a bush.

Immediately they went over to see what she was looking at. Hiding inside of the bush was a small airplane, terrified of the deities that just created them. It made the gods realize that, during their entire fight, they accidentally created the first elkinet who, alongside the other four previous aeronoids they made, were hiding from the destruction the two siblings caused.

The three gods, not knowing exactly what to do next, decided to create a couple more elkinets, so they can prove that they’re just as capable of creating life as they are destroying it. However, the brother for the life of them could not figure out how they did it, so dhetos steps in and sculpts out the other elkinet since she was the only one who was paying attention.

Dhetos not only created the new elkinets, but also gave them the ability to make tools and later on use fire so that they can survive in this new world. As soon as those new elkinets were created, all of the aerinoids went off into the world to call home. Duzliv and magmor were impressed not just by the fact they created new life, but the fact that they created an animal unlike anything they’ve seen thus far. However, because the fight had left many creations killed, their parents left it to dhetos to create new life from now on since she seemed to be the only one who wasn't in the battle to begin with.

Now, this is the commonly told version of the creation myth, however there are a couple other versions as well. All of them start with duzliv and magmor giving the children clay, dhetos makes a featherless bird, ogrin and xortan getting too caught up with creating things, and then ends with a small population of aeronoids and dhetos being in charge of creation. Such variations include the following:

Indus islands:

In the indus islands, the only other aeronoids beside the elkinets were the stunnits and avibels that they kept as pets and food. Here, it started much like how the eroonian-sonian version, where dhetos created a featherless bird that ogrin and xortan build upon. However, they struggled to come up with anything together, so they did them separately. Xortan made the stunnit, ogrin made the elkinets. However, while sculpting the beings a huge snake slowly stalked up to them in the anticipation of catching whatever food they had. Dhetos, seeing this go down, tried warning the brothers but they were too focused on their creations. It wasn't until the elkinets and stunnits jumped into the air and flew off that the brothers turned around and saw a (now disappointed) snake, who slithered back into the wilderness before dhetos could scold the reptile. Just like with the eroonian-sonian version, their parents decided dhetos was in control of making new beings from now on. The first thing dhetos creates is an avibel, which goes off to find the other two aeronoids.

Southest and northest amerigia:

This plays out very much like the indus island version, where dhetos creates the featherless bird and her brother becomes too focused to see the animal stalking them for their creation. The animal in question can vary; In southest amerigia, it was a jaguar, alligator or anteater, while in the northest amerigian version it was either a coyote, moose or cougar. Either way, instead of wanting to eat them, the animals thought that they were the god’s favorite, and feared that the new creature would replace them. So, they waited until the siblings were done with there creations so that they could ambush them and kill them. However, dhetos saw this and knew that her brothers were too occupied to take notice. So, she grabs a huge branch and swung it at the offending animal who flew into the air. When the animal hit the ground, the elkinet and stunnit flew off in a panic. Of course, after that their parents let dhetos be in charge of creating new life, this time because she bravely defended them from the animals. Legend has it that sometimes those animals act out aggressively because they’re jealous that they’re no longer the gods’s favorites.

Southern / middle nylus:

Once again, it plays out much like the previous two were dhetos created the featherless birds and her brothers being too focused making the aeronoids. However, this time it wasnt an animal that threatened the aeronoids, but instead the aircrafts themselves. Ogrin and xortan were making so many different creatures that they all fought against each other. Dhetos left to find more clay and sticks, so it wasn't until ogrin and xortan noticed how much they’ve created, but by that point it was already too late. Most of their creations got killed by one another, that was except for the elkinets, stunnits and avibells, who managed to survive by just avoiding the fight all together and running away. When dhetos came back, duzliv and magmor filled her in on what happened and told her she was in charge of creation of life now.

These are some of the major examples, there are also plenty of versions with some smaller details here and there that make it different. This can range from what order the aeronoids where made, to who created what, to even the circumstances for why the aeronoids left.

Now, there is one more major myth to the mythos, but first i’d like to bring up some of the smaller ones that seem to be commonplace throughout the mythos.

THE MANY STORIES WITH A REOCCURRING THEME

In the mythos to this day, there are a plethora of stories that, while differing heavily, have a recurring theme to them. From the hows and whys of life, to the stories of the gods, and much more. Here are just some of these examples:

-how elkinets got fire:

A rather common story not just on argonus but also here on earth is how the elkinets got their paws on fire. The reason why in these stories is primarily for food, warmth and light, just like in our world. In practically all these stories, either dhetos, duzliv or both of them had some major involvement in these stories. For example, some say that dhetos tricked her parents into giving one of his feathers so that the elkinets could use that to make fire. In some stories, However, a piece of duzliv’s feathers just randomly falls from the sky, of which all the other animals were unable to use or create it, say for, of course, the elkinets.

In other stories, dhetos was drilling a stick against a stripped log out of boredom and by sheer accident created a hot coal, while similarly, some story replace the stick and log part with her just randomly picking up rocks and striking them together until a certain combination created sparks. And, in one particular story, it was the eagles who figured out how to create and use fire, but they were being destructive with it so dhetos got rid of their fire privileges and gave it to the elkinets.

-dhetos helps elkinets with their food issues:

There seems to be a rather common story about how dhetos created a plant or animal for the elkinets because other animals were depleting their food supply, whether by eating crops or hunting livestock. What was made for what purpose? Of course it depends on the story itself.

For example, when it comes to plants and crops, dhetos will make it so only the elkinets are able to eat them but other animals aren't. one of the most common variations of these tales is that dhetos creates a plant that is almost entirely edible, but tastes pretty bad unless prepared/eaten a certain way. Often the reason for the bad taste was because dhetos convinced all other animals that the plant was poisonous to them, and the horrible taste was just an added measure. It’s a common explanation as to why dandelions and white pines were bitter. However, sometimes just tricking the animals into thinking a plant is poisonous isn't enough, and dhetos sometimes would instead just make it plain difficult to get the food, like putting thorns on blackberry bushes or having the foods grow high on a tree like coconuts and bananas. Howvers, making it taste bad or upping the difficulty of getting the food wasn't foolproof, and animals would eventually figure out how to eat the food. So she’ll create a plant that is genuinely poisonous if consumed in the wrong manner. Perhaps only a specific part of it is edible like the fruit of a tomato plant, or that a plant must be prepared a certain way in order for it to be safely eaten like boiling raw beans.

While most stories have dhetos make a new plant, there are alot of stories of her making new animals for the elkinets as well. Perhaps a perfect example is the many stories throughout the old world where the land goddess created an animal that’ll fight back against the predators that’ll eat them. In l’russ, it was the goat that would ram it’s head against wolves to protect it’s ewes. In another story in upper nylus, dhetos made the elkinets donkeys, who were so good at protecting themselves and other livestock that they were often spared from being made into food and instead became great mounts and guard animals. There are also stories where she makes an animal specifically for keeping the food safe, like the Ben Ital tale of her creating cats to help the elkinets with their rodent problem.

-the many children of the three gods

No surprise, like many other mythos, there are plenty of stories about ogrin, dhetos and xortan having children with mortals, whether they wanted to or not. Of course, when it comes to the children and which god had who is different depending on religion and region.

For example, like said with ogrin in the beginning, he’s often the father of many different demigods and beasts because he, as the humans put it “can't keep his dick in his pants”. One of the more commonly told children were the giants/titans, which happened when ogrin got busy with mortal elkinets. However, although ogrin seems to have all the children, the other gods also got their fair share of offspring as well.

For example, dhetos has had a few run-ins with love and ending in having a child, though half the time the father either dies or runs off before or shortly after the child is born/hatched. In any case, due to her status as the land goddess and ruler of the animals, the children are often part animal and part elkinet. The children get free roam of dhetos’s land and are allowed in and out whenever they pleased. They also help their mother in keeping her land in order, and some even guard the entrance.

Xortan, on the other hand, has a less than good lovelife. All of his children were the result of a pregnant or egg-laid elkinet who was sent to the underabyss. For some reason or another, depending the the religion or story, the unborn/unhatched child would never be fit for whatever afterlife/punishment it’s mother would get since it wasn't even born/hatched yet to be considered a proper soul. Thus xortan adopts the children and raises them. Usually, he’ll keep them until they’re old enough to fend for themselves, but sometimes they either stay or come back for various reasons. The ones that do stay will often help xortan with his duties, from choosing one’s fate to gathering materials from outside the underabyss, to just about anything xortan needs.

-the mites from the stars

Perhaps one of the weirdest yet interesting trends across the argonian mythos is the many stories of “ancient aliens”, where mites and fleas from the different feathers of the night sky end up on argonus one way or another. It’s not specific to any religion, area or person; seemingly every culture has an ancient alien story of some kind.

Typically, the mites are portrayed as strange-looking animals, often of unnatural colors or being a chimera of different native species. In many stories, the mites were banished from their own homelands and ended up on argonus. In some stories, they were unfairly banished and argonus was the only option for them. Other stories, however, had the mites banished as a punishment for a crime, and when they escaped they ended up on argonus by accident.

Whether the mites were genuine stories of ancient aliens or not is highly debated even to this day. Some say that it would’ve been impossible, since these stories were told long before the pukanis discovered the planet and the humans came, and long before the scientific revolution and discovery of other planets. Others, however, say that it’s entirely possible that some interdimensional being came to the planet before all the others.

Again, these are just some of the stories, there are plenty which follow tropes similar, if not exactly like many of our mythos.

join me next time were i discuss the end of the world and holidays....two things that shouldn't be that close to each other but are.

#aircraft #airplane #worldbuilder #worldbuilding #living airplane #living aircraft #speculative fiction #anthro airplane #mythos #mythology #fictional mythology #argonus #planet argonus

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cathartes-aura-shitposting · 8 months

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THE ARGONIAN MYTHOS: a basic overview pt 2- seasons, aeronoid creation, and other bits of mythos

(NOTE: description copy-pasted from DA where i normally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

Alright, now that we got the religion out of the way, we can now continue on to the other major mythos….

THE TALE OF SEASONS AND THE MOVEMENT OF THE SUN AND MOON

After duzliv and magmor made peace with each other, the next major myth started right afterwards, which involves clay, sticks and the creation of a certain group of animals..

THE CREATION OF THE AERONOIDS

Indus islands:

Southest and northest amerigia:

Southern / middle nylus:

Now, there is one more major myth to the mythos, but first i’d like to bring up some of the smaller ones that seem to be commonplace throughout the mythos.

THE MANY STORIES WITH A REOCCURRING THEME

-how elkinets got fire:

-dhetos helps elkinets with their food issues:

-the many children of the three gods

-the mites from the stars

Again, these are just some of the stories, there are plenty which follow tropes similar, if not exactly like many of our mythos.

join me next time were i discuss the end of the world and holidays....two things that shouldn't be that close to each other but are.

#aircraft #airplane #worldbuilder #worldbuilding #living airplane #living aircraft #speculative fiction #anthro airplane #mythos #mythology #fictional mythology #argonus #planet argonus

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bachanaliaa · 7 months

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ANGELO SPIRIDAKOS :: CHARACTER SHEET

Yeah I've been catching planes for the fun of it / Then I'll be watching fame turn to punishment / The weather's only sunny when I'm under it / And I haven't really changed, yeah I'm just confident / I'm just fucking lucky I was born with it / A hundred million people couldn't deal with this / I've been tryna grow 'cause people kill for it / This mental pressure got me popping pills and shit

Angelo Spiridakos [ b. 12 July 1999 ]

Nicknames: Ange, Lo, Ronno

Age: 24

Gender/Pronouns: Cismale, He/Him/His or They/Them/Theirs

Sexuality: Pan or Bisexual, possibly aromantic leaning

Place of Birth: Cyprus, Greece

Number of Siblings: One, older - Lyra Aggelonitis [ neé Spiridakos ]

Lyra and Angelo are incredibly close, being as they're only three years apart. Though she's older, Angelo took to protecting her when they lived in Detroit, and that hasn't changed despite his being in Swynlake. He calls multiple times a week to check on her, her husband, and their children.

Height: 6 ft, 4 in. [ 193.04 cm ]

Weight: 190 lbs [ 86.2 kg ]

Build: Lean & muscular with long legs, wide shoulders, and a narrow waist

Ethnicity/Nationality: Cyprian Greek, American

Complexion: Clear, lightly freckled and tanned from the sun; has a number of scars, some which you can see, but others no. The most obvious is a scar that cuts across his left eyebrow, where he was cut with a bottle.

Eye color: Dark brown

Hair color/length/style: Naturally dark brown but he dyes it often; about nape length but longer and curly on top; usually worn messily/natural

Tattoos/piercings/daily jewelry: Many tattoos, tbd; Lobe piercing on his left ear & wears a handful of rings across both hands daily

What would you find if you Googled them?: A wrongful arrest record for disturbing the peace in Detroit 🙂, as well as his Instagram & Twitter [both private]

What natives would know about them?: Very little! He's an out Magick, as he wasn't allowed to hide his status in Detroit, so does not feel the need to do so now. Otherwise, Angelo is the new person at the Hauntley. Come say hi 😉

Magic Abilities:

Ecological Empathy - speaking with and encouraging plant life to flourish

Panic inducement - connected to a scream/bleat when in full satyr form, particularly if only heard or the form is partially seen, as it's rather monstrous. The scream itself is what induces panic, as the sound of it causes anxiety and overwhelm or panic attacks if the anxiety is bad enough because it's so sudden/loud. It Triggers something in other people that activates a flight response. It may last as little as a half hour or as long as an hour, possibly more if you've been exposed for an extended amount of time.

NOTE: The depiction of panic comes from the god Pan, who satyr are descendants of. A common satyr's scream is not as powerful, but if you're directly related to Pan (or believed to be, which I want to play around with with Angelo!) then you're deemed more ""dangerous."" NOTE 2: Satyr form, in full, is connected to the harvest time, rather than the full moon like a wolf. A satyr has access to it all the time, like a Vaagh, but they're most powerful around a large harvest time, such as early spring or May-June(edited)

Other:

His brother-in-law Giorgios is a minotaur. Very large, very sweet man.

He has a niece, a nephew, and another nephew on the way. Angelo is also quite close with his sisters surrogate, Yuliya, as she's been in their family since the first child.

Was labeled as a "yellow" Magick in Detroit because of his panic-inducing scream, but this would NOT be common knowledge in Swynlake

If you call him Ronno, he'll punch you

Does recreational drugs

Occasional dreams about Pan, the first satyr [ UNKNOWN by anyone ]

Full satyr form comes out around major harvests; think Krampus & feywild satyr mix; Angelo is a dark brown and about 7'4 in this form

#cypriot born; angelo #inspo #drug mention tw

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hanjizung · 3 years

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♡ What Love Is ♡

Han Jisung x Reader.

Word count: 10K

♡ Warnings ♡: Smut; non idol AU, DILF!Jisung, older Jisung, OC (kid), possession kink, marking kink, oral (f), overstimulation, begging, masturbation, shower sex, exhibitionism, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

A/N: Finally the second part to Modern Vintage is here. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, and please let me know what you think of it! ♡

Summer coming closer could mean many things; families spent more time together since children weren’t going to school anymore, couples had more dates and groups of friends went to eat from time to time to catch up. Overall, most places were fuller during summer, especially beaches since the sun was incredibly hot. You knew some people loved to go out in summer, maybe to travel or to visit some relatives.

Even knowing how summer as a customer was, working in the coffee shop during the season was another experience, some days it was too empty, then on the weekends too full and some days you didn’t even have enough time to eat. Adding to the stress of working during this season, but luckily, summer was just about to end and since you decided to take summer classes to fasten your graduation and get your degree sooner, you were almost completely over which meant that you would be able find a better place to work and help Jisung pay the bills.

A smile appeared on your face when you thought of him. The two of you had been together for almost a little over a year now; he stopped working in the coffee shop with you after his best friends from college offered him an opportunity to work with them as a producer in their company, that had been a month after the weekend the two of you spent without Jisu, both of them showed up at his night job, (which you learned, he worked at a nightclub as a DJ and he was really awesome at it) asking him to take a moment and go with them for a talk. The next morning you found him drinking coffee in the kitchen, still thinking of accepting or declining, smiling and kissing you when you encouraged him to take the offer.

Since then, he told Minho and Felix about it, and they congratulated him and told him that he would still get the employee discounts whenever he stopped by to visit them (and you, of course.) The Lee brothers, more than being your bosses, they treated the two of you like good friends and worried about you like they were family. You still remember Felix’s face when he saw you kissing Jisung goodbye while Jisu hugged her dad tightly, a grin on Felix’s lips that made him look like a mischievous cat.

“Didn’t I tell you it would be only a matter of time?” he said, startling both Jisung and you, making you turn to look at him laughing, a slight blush coloring your cheeks.

“Felix, you knew we would end up together since he brought Jisu here” you objected, rolling your eyes playfully. “What kind of witchcraft did you do, hmm? Tell me your secret!” you joked, getting closer to him and hugging him lovingly. He hugged you back and patted your hair as if you were Jisu.

“I have eyes, Y/N. I could see the both of you drooling for each other when you worked the same hours” he explained, his brows raised as he turned from you to Jisung, who just like you had his face painted with a blush.

“Oh” Jisung said, scratching the back of his head with his free arm and laughing awkwardly. “I mean, you’re not wrong, Lix. I liked Y/N since the very first time I saw her mess up a drink” your boyfriend said, winking at you.

“Are you saying that messing drinks is the way to get to your heart, Sungie?” you asked, acting as serious as you could, “because if that’s the case, I won’t let you be in the kitchen when I’m teaching Jeongin how to do the difficult ones” you finished, making both of the men in front of you laugh.

“Ah, he doesn’t mess up as much though, I admit Jisung used to be messier than him. Jeongin’s a good boy, he learns quickly like you, Y/N. I’m glad that we hired him, I feel like the place is fuller since he’s been here” Felix said, crossing his arms over his chest and caressing his invisible beard as he looked at Jeongin who was writing down an order.

He noticed the four pairs of eyes on him and waved to where you were awkwardly. Minho had announced not too long ago that since the coffee shop had been doing better than before now you were short staffed, and since he was planning on giving you a little vacation he made the decision of hiring someone else to help, and that's how you ended up meeting sweet Jeongin, whose cute face contributed to more daily customers as well as Felix's delicious baked desserts.

Since you were the last person hired, it was your job to teach him everything you knew. He had been there for just three weeks now, and he was a little shy just like you were when you first started working there, but as days passed he joined the talented chefs that you had for bosses and started teasing you and Jisung every now and then.

The coffee shop never closed, it was open all the seven days of the week, but when Jisung was offered a new spot with his good friends, you decided to throw a party to celebrate, inviting the Lee's and Jeongin, and of course, Jisu's uncles; Chan and Changbin. You also took the opportunity to invite your ex roommate, who happened to visit you at work and the one who you would constantly text when something interesting happened. Jisung said that since the party would be the first time you'd be meeting his best friends, and since he already knew your roommate that you should invite your best friend from college, so after calling him and asking him if he was free he accepted.

The big important day came, and Jisung dressed with his nicest clothes, putting on that one cologne he knew you loved so much. The party would happen at your department, so when he was ready he announced that he would be rushing to get the missing food before all your guests appeared, leaving you and Jisu to finish getting ready.

You helped her get ready first, dressing her with a beautiful navy blue dress that she adored since the moment she saw it, then you did her hair and told her to draw something to everyone coming to the party while you got ready as well.

When you walked out of the room fully dressed, Jisung and Jeongin's back were turned at you. They were talking on the couch, a movie was playing on the turned on television as they talked without paying any attention to the screen, but the conversation soon died when your boyfriend stood up after hearing footsteps behind him. He stared at you, his mouth hanging and a quiet wow leaving his lips as he moved quickly to embrace you and kiss you, ready to whisper how beautiful you looked and how lucky he was to have you.

"Woah, you look so pretty! You look like a queen, queen Y/N!" Jisu exclaimed, joining her dad and running to hug your legs. Jeongin saw the whole scene, chuckling.

"You look amazing, Y/N. Honestly, if you and Jisung weren't together I would be inviting you for a drink as soon as I saw you" he joked, raising one of his eyebrows making you laugh.

"Guess that's too bad for you then, Jeonginnie, she's all mine" Jisung said, pressing a kiss on your cheek and then leaving your side to sit on the couch again.

Jisu left you to go sit on her dad's lap, and when you were just to sit on the other couch your phone rang, your best friend's photo showing on the screen as you smiled apologetic at the two men in front of you and you walked away to answer.

"Hi, Y/N. I'm in the building, what floor is it?" his voice greeted you. He was always like this, going straight to the point.

"The fifth floor, the door number is 190" you told him, hearing through the line how he walked into the elevator and pressed the buttons. "See you soon" you told each other before hanging up.

You were excited to see him, it wasn't everyday that the two of you got to be at a nice event or even to a party like this, he wasn't a party guy much, and you always went out with your beloved roommate, Chunghee.

You walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and when you were coming back to the living room you heard knocking on the door. Smiling and placing your glass down, you walked excitedly to it and opened with a big smile on your lips, already knowing who it was.

"Seungmin!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him carefully and hugging him tightly. He responded to the hug politely, patting your back two times and then separating his arms from you, a little shy since it was the first time he was in the presence of your boyfriend. You moved away from him to let him step inside, taking his hand in yours and closing the door behind you.

"Jisung, Jisu, Jeongin, I present to you my best friend! Seungmin, you already met Jeongin, and this…" you left Seungmin's side to stand behind Jisung who still had Jisu in his lap, they looked at your friend with the same eyes full of curiosity "... Is my family" you finished, smiling at him, your head tilted to the side as you locked eyes with Jisung for a brief moment before returning your eyes to your best friend.

"It's nice to meet you in person and not just thought pictures" Seungmin greeted, a timid smile on his lips that gained a chuckle from Jisung who responded that it was nice to see him as well, and so you proceeded to sit with Seungmin by your side and start a small conversation with him.

The room fell silent for a few seconds, the TV working as background noise only until a knock on your door and voices sounding from behind it let you know that Felix and Minho had finally arrived. Jisu opened the door, rushing to get there first and throw herself at the first pair of legs that would be in front of her, making Minho laugh as he struggled to hold a box of something in his hands without it falling. Felix rushed to help his brother by freeing him from the kid's grip, taking Jisu in his arms and squishing her playfully.

"Hey, welcome!" Jisung greeted, standing up from the couch along with Jeongin to help the two men with the things they were carrying; a cake and something that looked like it was probably ice cream. One of Felix's new experiments, possibly, but you figured that if he had brought it on that special day, it would be an advanced approved recipe.

"We're so happy to be here, I can't wait to meet Jisung's new bosses. Are they here yet? Are they more handsome than us? Y/N?" Felix asked, lifting Jisu in the air dramatically, making her giggle and turning to you when he was saying the last part, his accusative eyes scanning you.

"They haven't arrived yet, we'll meet them at the same time, Lix" you laughed, standing up yourself and hugging Minho first, then him. He smiled at you, and then noticed Seungmin who was still sitting where you were, his extroverted self wasted no time and he made his way there, dragging you along with him.

"Hello, we haven't been introduced yet, I think? If you've heard nice things about a Lee Felix then that's me, but if all you've heard of him are complaints, then it's not me anymore" he joked, presenting his hand to your best friend who laughed politely at his joke.

"Kim Seungmin, Y/N's friend" he shook Felix's hand and then patted Jisu’s head since she was still in Felix’s arms, offering both of them shy smile along with it. It was so heartwarming to have all your friends and family interacting with each other.

A phone going off distracted you and everyone in the room turned to meet the owner who simply smiled shyly, turning his back and answering. You could hear Jisung’s voice through the introductions of the people who were currently in your house. You watched all of them with a fond smile, but the sudden sensation of an arm wrapping around your waist scared you a little bit, making you turn your face to find your beloved boyfriend who placed a kiss on your cheek, whispering to you that he would be leaving shortly to get his friends.

You nodded and sat next to Minho on the couch, he was on his phone until he noticed you, straightening his back and smiling briefly at you. He asked how you were doing and how you were feeling about Jisung’s new path, you said that you felt happy for him and that your current concern was that you wanted to graduate to help; your conversation with him finished rather quickly, as the door opened and two strange men walked in through the door, the subject of your conversation with Minho staying behind them and closing the door.

“Everyone, they are my friends and now coworkers, Chan and Changbin,” Jisung announced, taking advantage of the silence that reigned on your little home to present his best friends, a intimidating looking man almost his height with a deadly gaze and a slightly taller one, blond guy who was smiling openly and showing his dimples.

Jisung stepped forward, a big smile on his face as his hand took yours and pulled you in front of his friends. You weren’t sure why, but your face started feeling a bit hot and you were a little afraid that if you tried to speak, you would stutter instead of speaking properly. To you it almost felt like you were meeting his parents, your nerves getting the best of you.

“Guys this is Y/N, you already know her a little from what I’ve told you” he laughed, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment, his cheeks also a rosy color just like yours were.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” the blond one said, offering you his hand for you to take. You did, extending your shaky hand to him and shaking it, then doing the same with Changbin.

Your ray of sunshine boyfriend must’ve felt the awkwardness you were irradiating, since he wasted no time in coming to your rescue and started presenting everyone else to them, except Jisu who left Felix to hug Changbin and tell him to pick her up so she could kiss his cheek. While he was busy with introductions, Seungmin approached you quietly, looking at you with a soft smile.

“You okay?” he asked, bumping your shoulder with his own. You looked at him with questioning eyes that only made him chuckle at you. “You looked like you were very nervous,” he explained.

Closing your eyes, you sighed. “I was! It felt like a meteor hit me, but instead of a space rock, it was reality” you whispered-screamed, looking at your friend with big eyes that soon turned soft when your gaze fell on them. “They seem really nice, though. I’m glad to know that Jisung wasn’t all alone before I met him, you know?”

“You really do love him, Y/N. I’m glad he makes you this happy” Seungmin smiled at you, his voice full of honesty that made you feel like you had the key to happiness in that exact moment.

The rest of the evening passed faster than you would like to admit; your little home was full with the chattering noises from your guests and chill music playing in the background. The dinner went good too, the table was full and it was like a Christmas dinner or similar, the table full and laughter being a constant proof of the nice atmosphere. Any sign of the existing awkward silence created when Chan and Changbin appeared was long gone now, and you learned a little more about them and how they met with Jisung just like they learned how the two of you ended up together, a story told with additions from almost everyone saying that they always knew how hard you were pining for each other.

Chan started telling how he happened to meet both of his friends; he explained that he met Changbin one night at a party, Chan was the dj and Changbin reached to him to ask him how he managed a cut between two song without it being so obvious (Changbin laughed, exclaiming that even if Chan taught him how to do it, he remembered how the first time he heard it he was shocked.)

Then, both of them usually hung out by the library where Chan mentored Changbin, and one day they saw Jisung with a guitar practicing and decided to ask him what he was doing. Since that day, the three of them started getting curious about song producing, and so they decided to give it a try, being that and their first demo songs the start of a beautiful blooming friendship that lead to where they are now.

When Chan mentioned their demo songs, you gave Jisung a side eye that clearly translated to him as ‘you’re gonna have to show me those songs’, a look that didn’t Changbin must’ve also caught since he said that those songs weren’t too good and that ‘it was better for everyone to not listen to them’, now making everyone want to listen to them more.

Later, Felix went to your fridge to take the ice cream he had brought and started serving it to everyone with your help. Little Jisu was over the moon because she was finally going to try one of the secret recipes of ice creams that she saw Felix perfecting at the coffee shop, and so more memories were talked upon all of you, not only about the trio of friends, but also about Seungmin and you being childhood friends, then the Lee brothers motivated by Chan’s story decided to tell how they knew they wanted to open the coffee shop. Jeongin opened up too, talking about how he had a lot of doubt joining his current career, but saying that he knew everything would eventually pay off. The evening contributed to you getting to know everyone a little more.

Almost at 10, Jisu was sleepily sitting on Changbin’s lap, you were surprised to see how much she stayed by his side and how the man didn’t seem to mind being with her, it was a little funny too because he seemed to be so tough on the outside, but really all he allowed to see in the few hours he spent in your house he was a softy, and Jisu really knew how to bring that side out of him. When you noticed the little bubbly girl was asleep, you stood up and walked to where he was, but when he realized that Jisu was comfortably dreaming, he stopped you.

“I’ll take her to her room, where is it?” he asked. You smiled at him as a thanks and guided him there, leaving the noisy living room to Jisu’s dark and silent bedroom.

You turned on the light for Changbin who was right behind you, and you watched him tuck her in the bed so carefully, like he had done it before. Curiosity got the best of you and you decided to ask him.

“Have you put her to bed before?” your voice came a little quiet, careful to not wake Jisu. Changbin hummed, looking at the sleeping angel in front of him and nodded.

“Yeah, when her mom left, Chan and I were all Jisung had, but we couldn’t help him often, and then we were called with an offer in America and we left.” You listened to him while he was staring at Jisu, your mind imagining these three men trying to take care of a baby, sweet scenarios playing in your head of them learning how to change a diaper and getting scared whenever she cried. “Let’s go back,” his voice brought you down to earth, and he waited for you to step out before turning off the light and closing the door behind him, like a gentleman.

Seeing you walking out of Jisu’s room, your boyfriend watched as you approached the living room with a smile on his face, and when you were close enough he opened his arms for you to take a seat on his lap. You happily did what he desired, kissing his cheek when he wrapped his arms around you. No one in the room was looking at you, too busy paying attention to a horror story Minho was saying from when he was in college to mind the two of you.

Jeongin was sitting by the table, a piece of cake in front of him that he was eating until he was interrupted thanks to a notification on his phone. When he grabbed it, he saw the hour and he stood up.

“I didn’t know it was this late, I should be leaving, my roommate texted me saying he’s worried” he explained, being the center of attention. On the other couch, Seungmin stretched and stood up as well.

“I can take you home if you want,” Seungmin said, looking in his pocket for his car keys while he waited for Jeongin’s answer. The younger one nodded and added that it would be nice of him to drop him by his apartment.

“Thank you guys for coming, have a good night” you told them when they waved goodbye to everyone.

“Thanks for receiving us. Congratulations on your new job, Jisung” Seungmin spoke again, shaking Jisung’s hand while Jeongin hugged you and thanked you as well.

After them, Felix yawned and Minho teased him, saying that he was just like Jisu, to which Felix laughed and said that he could be right. They made their way to the front door and said their goodbyes to the rest of you, and that resulted in just you and the producers. Jisung offered to drive them to their new shared apartment.

That’s how you found yourself in the co-pilot's seat with Chan and Changbin sitting in the back giving directions to Jisung who was driving. It reminded you of the first time you got in the car with him and took care of Jisu, then you smiled when your memory replayed all the times you sat there talking with Jisung and admiring him while he drove, he always looked for your hand or rested his on your thigh during red lights.

While Chan was giving directions to Jisung, Changbin chatted a little with you, telling you that he wasn’t too excited to go to his new house because there was a pure mess of boxes and half unpacked stuff everywhere except for their beds.

“I forgot how much I disliked moving,” Chan sighed, eyes closed as he paid close attention to the window. Changbin agreed with him.

Once you were finally there, you saw them coming out of the car. You took Jisung’s hand and with a look you told him to stay there. “We should help them, Sung,” you said. He nodded, knowing that you would be worried if you didn’t voice your kind offer to help your new friends.

“Chan, Changbin, would you like some help unpacking?” Jisung said, helping you out of the car. They were standing nearby, waiting for you two to leave and being surprised when Jisung hurried to open your door.

“Nah, it’s okay. You should go back home, though, it’s pretty late,” Changbin answered after exchanging a quick look with Chan who looked at his phone, probably to check the hour.

“We got this, don’t worry. Thanks for driving us,” Chan contributed, watching Jisung walking slowly to the driver’s seat again. “See you on Monday, Jisung, and see you later Y/N, it was very nice to meet you” he smiled.

“Alright, but make sure to call us if you need anything. See you on Monday” and with that, Jisung started the car and you left. You had no idea when on the way back you fell asleep, but the next time you opened your eyes, the car was slowing down and you could recognize the familiarity of your building’s parking.

“We’re home, baby, wake up” Jisung’s sweet voice called you. You blinked one, two times before sighing and taking off the security belt, stepping out of the car and stretching. You waited for him to do the same and walk together to your department.

“Your friends are really nice, I’m happy you’re gonna work with them. Are you excited?” you asked once in the elevator, looking at him.

“Yeah, I’m excited. It’s been so long since we made a song together or shared ideas for lyrics,” he said, smiling at you and hugging you, pressing a kiss on your face. You closed your eyes, accepting it without saying anything and just enjoying the moment. It was small moments like this when you were glad to start working at the coffee shop.

The elevator stopped at your floor, and the two of you made your way to your comfy apartment. You sighed, knowing that you would have to clean and put away everything that was on the table. When the door opened you finally took off the heels you opted to wear for the occasion, sighing in satisfaction when your feet touched the cold ground. Jisung only looked at you with a soft smile on his face, and he walked up behind you, passing one of his arms under your knees and picking you up bridal style.

“Sungie! What are you doing?” you squealed, acting quickly and holding onto him, afraid that you would fall. Your boyfriend didn’t answer you, instead he smirked at you and kept walking to your room. Once in there, he somehow managed to turn on the light before letting you gently on the bed.

Hovering above you, you were able to see the lust in his eyes before he closed them and finally kissed your lips passionately. Your hands, still on his neck, pulled him even closer to you. You sighed on the kiss, moving one of your hands to his chest and the other tangling in his hair. Jisung took this as an invitation to straddle you, supporting himself with one arm and caressing your face with the other hand.

Soon, the intensity of the kiss ended when he separated to breathe again, pressing kisses on your chin and then travelling down your throat.

“This dress looks so good on you, honey, but I prefer how you look without it. I’ve been thinking about it all day, taking it off you. I’m so lucky that I’m the only one to get to see you like this” he whispered, his voice husky, making you shiver.

It wasn’t the first time he attacked you like this; it was mostly on special occasions, and usually he asked someone to take care of Jisu, the other times you two had sex it was very late into the night and rather quickly to avoid the exposure to accidents, so him suddenly acting guided by his instincs and fucking you like it was only the two of you in the whole world was one of the last ways you imagined today would end.

“W-wait, Jisung, close the door first” you warned him, pushing him off you. He quickly nodded, making his way to the door and closing it, also locking it and then, he walked slowly towards you who was now sitting on the bed, looking at him with needy eyes.

His hands went to his belt, slowly undoing it making you bite your lip. He took it off and let it rest at the feet of the bed, now taking his shirt and starting to pull it up until he was in front of you, finally taking that piece of clothing off from his body. Your legs hung open, allowing him to stand between them as one of your hands played with the hem of his pants, you looked at him through your lashes and he placed one hand on your head, patting you dearly before it went down to cup your face and he bended to kiss you, this time more sweetly than before.

He pushed you gently so you would be on your back, he kissed the exposed skin on your neck, being careful to not leave any hickies since he knew how much you struggled to cover them when you had to go out, he was always mindful of you, unless he wanted to show off that you belonged to him, then he would mark up your neck so prettily for everyone to see.

He kneeled on the floor, his nose on your thigh sensually caressing you all the way to your right knee, his hands hiking up the skirt of your beautiful dress and then resting now on your hips, exposing your undergarment. Then, one of his hands moved to hold the back of your thigh to put your leg on his shoulder.

Since the moment he kneeled down on the floor, your mind played images of the countless times Jisung's face was hidden between your legs making you crazy, allowing you to see stars when his magical tongue brought you over the edge. It was inevitable to contain yourself, your pussy getting wet since he started pressing kisses on your legs, torturing preparing you for the orgasm he would soon bring you.

A sigh escaped your lips as you let yourself enjoy the moment, he was holding your other leg open with his hand, allowing him full entrance to your now ruined panties. You were lucky you decided to match the pretty dress with your favorite set of lingerie. He hummed in approval when he saw your wetness.

He had you whimpering lowly, you knew you had to keep quiet but as time passed and Jisung decided to admire and tease you instead of doing something to you, you were starting to grow a little impatient.

"Babe…" you cried out, looking at him with pleading eyes "I need you," but he didn't seem like he wanted to pay attention to your cries.

"You need me? Why, baby? What do you need me for?" he answered, his deep voice making you close your eyes and his words provoking a slight blush on your face.

"I'm so wet for you, please…" you said. It was an obvious answer since he could see the mess he made of you. "Want you to eat me out, please…"

His fingers passed through your needy sex, making you sigh one more time. He grunted, but instead of moving your delicate panties to the side, his face got closer and he pressed a sweet kiss on your mound. When he was done teasing you, he moved away and finally started taking off that piece of lingerie, removing your leg from his shoulder and placing it there again once he had freed you from it.

His lips came in contact with your throbbing cunt, making you groan in satisfaction when his tongue skillfully, dragging it from the center of your wetness, taking a sweet moment to taste you and then going for his objective, his arms around your legs to keep you in place for him to torture you oh so deliciously.

You cursed, eyes closed as you permitted him to pleasure you like he knew you adored, your hand pushing him towards you as an encouragement to keep doing what he was doing, and he never stopped. Your hole throbbed, his tongue went up and down, he sucked and teased with his teeth as well, the sensations overwhelming you but becoming more and more intense, Jisung could clearly hear how you were coming apart and losing your mind from the silent posture you wanted to maintain, but he just loved your moans and heavy breathing when he flicked his tongue a certain way, and how you pulled his hair and you tried to arch your back. You were so beautiful, and to him there was nothing better than to see you like this, so flustered and sensitive from how hard he was going to make you cum.

Feeling how you started to shake, one of your hands flew to your mouth when you knew that you wouldn't be able to resist any more of the sweet torment you were a prisoner for, and suddenly, white hot pleasure numbed you and all you could do was lay there, pulling his hair locks and shaking slightly. Jisung never stopped his attack on you, the overstimulation caused by his tongue provoking a few tears from escaping the corners of your eyes, it felt like something new, like you had unblocked a new level of extasis.

Your high finally ended, and just when Jisung heard you breathing again he slowed down. You hadn't realized he put a hand on top of the one over your mouth to help quiet your cries, but you were certainly thankful that he'd done it, because if he hadn't, your neighbors would think he was ending your life or torturing a poor animal, or even worse, you would have a little girl banging on the door thinking you were hurt or something.

"You taste so good, my love, and you were so good to me too, enjoying how I played with your clit" he murmured, wiping his chin from your essence and standing up from the floor, looking at you with those lusty eyes you'd gotten to know so well, "but I still want you to come on my cock too. Look at me, look at the effect you have on me, Y/N…"

Your hand left his hair to clean your sweaty forehead, you tried your best to look at him when he ordered you to, his pants with an obviously painful erection, your eyes not failing to notice a dark spot that could be seen in the fabric.

Jisung undid the button and unzipped his pants, then slipped a hand under his dark boxers to pump himself, grunting from the touch of his hand against his dick, it was a majestic view you had only seen one time in the shower when he was horny but didn't wanted to wake you up.

It had been after a stressful night at the club full of young college students, he went straight to the shower after arriving home and the sound of the water hitting the tiles of the bathroom woke you up. You had sneaked to the bathroom, curious of the complaining noises Jisung made, and there you found him, with his eyes closed, a hand against the wall and the other around his dick moving slowly while he bit his lip, the water droplets running through his naked body making him appear like a Greek God. You kept staring at him working on himself maybe a little too much, because he ended up discovering you and then fucking you carefully in the shower. Truly, an incredible experience that even if it had been a little difficult to manage, you felt it was so worth it.

Finally undressing himself, Jisung stood up between your legs again, his hand on your stomach and he bent to kiss your forehead sweetly.

"You ready, baby?" he asked, waiting for any signal that could mean a positive or negative from you. One of his hands looked for yours to intertwine your fingers. You nodded, swallowing as you thought how good it was to have him filling you, and second later, he did just that. He stretched you as he entered you slowly, his hand squeezing yours next to your head while his other supported his weight, a quiet moan coming from his lips.

"Oh shit, Jisung! Fuck, you feel so good, please" your broken voice managed to speak.

You waited for him to move, but he asked you instead if you trusted him, and simple as that he shifted and now he was standing, your legs around his waist and arms around his neck, his hands on your eyes as he walked somewhere, the destination being your tiny balcony. You thought he wouldn't dare step outside, but he did and the cold air hit you, and not only that, but Jisung also pressed you against the cold glass door of the balcony.

"You better keep quiet, dove, or you'll get us discovered" he warned, proceeding to fuck you slowly as the moonlight illuminated you.

Two mornings after, you showered and got ready to eat breakfast. Jisu was already awake watching some cartoons as her dad hummed while he finished cooking her lunch. "Good morning," you said, going to kiss Jisung's lips and sitting to drink coffee.

"Hey, sweetheart. How do you feel?" Jisung corresponded to your greeting, giving you a quick wink before turning his back to the almost completed food.

"I'm okay, not too tired. Thanks for the coffee, babe. Are you ready for work?" you asked him. He laughed, but he admitted that he was actually nervous since it was something he was very passionate about, it made you happy to see him following his dreams.

When you were done with breakfast, the three of you went to the car, you would drop Jisung first at his friend's company, and then you would leave Jisu at the kindergarten, and you would go to your classes as usual.

"Have a nice first day, Sungie. Love you, I'll see you at home"

"Goodbye, daddy!"

"Thanks, beautiful. Behave well, princess. Love you both" and after you left him, you drove to Jisu's school.

She was always happy to go, she always talked about how her teacher was so pretty and smart, and you couldn't blame her. He was very charming, you would admit, and not only was he nice to the children he teached, but he also cared for the parents too and let everyone know that they could count on him, he was such a lovely spirit, you thought it was a shame Jisung hadn't met him yet, since it was you always dropping Jisu and then going to college while Jisung stayed home and slept after the long and tiresome club nights.

Turning off the car, you got out of the car and opened Jisu's door, helping her out and then walking hand in hand as she excitedly told you that she couldn't wait to see her favorite teacher in the whole world.

"Good morning, Y/N, Jisu" his smooth voice reached your ears when you arrived at the classroom. More kids and parents were saying their goodbyes, luckily Jisu always showed that she was brave and never spent too long hugging you goodbye, too eager to go play with the others kids to mind if you stayed too long after or not.

"Hey, good morning, teacher. How was your weekend?" you asked him, trying to be polite and show that you were a friend for him if he needed to talk just like he was for everyone else.

"Oh, Y/N, I've told you you can just call me Hyunjin, and my weekend was good, thanks for asking. How was yours?" he asked back, looking at your slightly colored cheeks with an adorable eye smile as he reminded you once again to call him by his name.

"My weekend was also nice, thank you, Hyunjin. How-" you were about to say something more, but your alarm that indicated you should better be leaving for your class rang. "Oh, I'm sorry, it seems like I should be leaving for class! See you later."

The professor nodded in understanding, and you turned and left, careful with your steps to not trip and fall to the ground. When you successfully got into your car, you breathed in and exhaled, preparing yourself for the rest of the day.

That was how your new routine was created; first, Jisung woke up and made breakfast, then you dropped him at work and took Jisu to school and you went to college and once you were done with classes you picked up Jisu and went to work at the coffee shop where you would meet with Jisung and the three of you would get home, some weekends still going on trips and enjoying as much time together as you could.

A few months into the new routine, when you were dropping Jisu at school Hyunjin asked you to stay a little more, explaining that there was an upcoming school trip and he was asking you to go as a supervisor. You thanked him, saying that you would try your best to accompany him and the class as well, and sooner than you had expected, the day arrived and Jisung and you were more than ready to go to the aquarium with a lot of other kids and few parents.

The trip was fun, if you had to admit. Seeing all the fish swimming and getting to know more about them was very interesting, and many kids agreed with you when you said that mermaids were very lucky to live underwater with many beautiful species.

Later, Hyunjin announced that it was time for lunch, so everyone had a break to sit down and eat. You were sitting with Jisung next to you, he was drinking from a juice box when Hyunjin approached you and sat with the two of you, addressing you and ignoring the man next to you.

"You're incredibly good with kids, Y/N, and it really shows. They seem to like you a lot" he said, placing a hand on your shoulder, his eyebrows raised as he spoke.

"Well, thank you. I like being with kids, actually, I've always wanted a big family" you shyly responded, looking at Jisung through the corner of your eye. You thought he would react somehow, but he was too focused looking at the kids who were playing near you.

"Well, you're still young and you seem pretty put together to be a single mother… If you look further you might find someone you could share your life with and get married" Hyunjin mumbled, turning from you to look at his class running around the cafeteria.

"Single mother?" you repeated, eyebrows furrowed as you repeated his words on your head again.

"What? Since when are you a single mother?" Jisung's voice reached your ears, making both you and Hyunjin turn to him. "I thought… I thought I was her father?" his voice cracked, making you open your eyes wide in confusion.

"Aren't you her uncle?" Hyunjin asked, finally acknowledging his presence.

"No, Jisung is Jisu's dad. I'm… I'm not a single mother, I'm Jisung's girlfriend, not… Jisu's biological mother" you explained to the teacher in a quiet voice to not get any attention from the other adults near you.

"You're her dad? I'm so sorry, I always saw Y/N leaving Jisu and picking her up, I thought… I thought you and her were all by yourselves. I…" Hyunjin's hand flew to cover his mouth, he seemed so ashamed from his quick assumptions that his face started picking a pink tone. "I wanted to invite you to a date, Y/N. You're a fantastic parental figure to Jisu and– and you're so beautiful, too… I have a big crush on you, I'm sorry…"

You wanted to answer to his apologetic words, but you were too shocked to say anything, not knowing what words would be appropriate to speak so you turned to Jisung to see what he had to say in regards to this situation instead.

"Look, I can't blame you for liking her. She really is magnificent and I'll never get to comprehend how lucky I am for being by her side. I'm sorry, Hyunjin, but I'm sure one day you'll find someone like Y/N you can love" the sincerity and affection carried on his words made you look down and stare at his hand that had moved moments before to hold yours, you already knew but you loved him and how sweet he was.

Hyunjin smiled at your boyfriend and then cleared his throat, "thank you for saying that. You two make a lovely couple, but… if you ever get to break up, you know where I work, Y/N" he winked, moving to stand up and walk away to get the class's attention and continue the tour.

Neither of you spoke a word about Hyunjin's misinterpretation of your civil state after the trip. Sure, it had shocked you at first, but you brushed it off as something not that important. What you didn't know was how badly those words were torturing Jisung's brain. He stayed up most of the night that day, an arm around your shoulders as you peacefully slept on his chest, his head running wild with thoughts about you and how much you changed his life.

That's how he finally gathered the courage to talk to Chan and Changbin about marriage; he knew he loved you, he knew you were a highlight of his life along with Jisu and he was a witness to how much you and she liked each other. He couldn't ask for anything more, and besides, maybe having a ring on your finger would help you stop getting flirted with when you already shared a life with him, because after all, you were young and full of life, many people approached you and asked you for a drink at college or they also asked for your number at work, and the idea of getting married to you excited him more than it scared him, so why not propose to you?

His friends supported his choice, Chan and Changbin had gotten to know you a little more and you got along with them together, they supported you and Jisung and they also offered to babysit Jisu to give you private time together. They were very considerate, and not only that but they could feel how much Jisung adored you in every lyric of any song inspired by you.

So a few months later, one tranquil Friday evening after work when his friends dropped him off at the coffee shop that was nearly empty (except for the owners, Jeongin, Chan, Changbin and for some reason Seungmin too) you were surprised by his cautious behavior.

Jisu was sitting on Changbin's lap when Jisung took your hand and made you walk to the middle of the place, clearing his throat nervously while still holding your hand, making eye contact with you when he started speaking:

"Y/N, this is where we met a long time ago, and this is where everything began that day when I asked you if you could do me a favor. It was the start of our story together, and after spending many days and nights with you I'm more than certain that I love you. I loved you that day, and I will still love you tomorrow, so would you marry me?" He finally ended his speech with a knee on the floor, Jisu next to him handing him a small velvet box that he opened, revealing a beautiful ring inside.

You were more than surprised now, staring at his kneeled form with teary eyes, a hand covering your mouth as you simply nodded in response to his question, and then he placed the ring on your finger, kissing your hand and then standing up to kiss you sweetly, making your heart melt.

"Thank you, Y/N. I love you so much" and after that, everyone rushed to congratulate you two, creating beautiful memories for you.

That Friday, Jisu clung to her uncle Changbin's neck and waved goodbye at you and your now fiancé, saying that she couldn't wait to go to the fair the next day with him, making you laugh and kiss her forehead goodbye, thanking Changbin (and Chan too) for taking care of her and taking her places.

When you arrived home with Jisung that night, you couldn't help but smile like you did when he kissed you the first time, it was a satisfactory feeling, to know that he loved you as much as to ask you to be a permanent part of his life. You were clingy to him, which also made his heart flutter when you pecked his lips or giggled when he touched you gently, but behind the closed door of the apartment he wasted no time and kissed you hungrily, like a caveman trying the most delicious thing in the world.

You breathed in, corresponding to his rude kiss, your hands on his face and his resting on your waist.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me to know you're gonna be only mine, sweetheart. Just mine," he whispered, his breath against your cheek when he separated from your lips to tell you that. He had pressed you against the door as soon as he locked it, attacking your lips like it was his only mission and then going down your neck, leaving a warm trace of kisses burning your skin.

This time, he paid no mind to the 'no marks' unspoken rule he had given himself, sucking on your neck with the sole intention of leaving evidence of the passionate night the two of you would be having to celebrate your engagement, and you couldn't complain. He had given you the ring you thought you would get in a few more years, you might as well show that you're already taken to anyone who crossed your way, it turned you on a little more, if you had to be brutally honest. Seeing Jisung being possessive of you always made you feel like you were one of his priorities, and also showed you that he had no intention in leaving you alone any time soon.

Moving your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck, his hands started taking your jeans off and were now running through your belly under your shirt, touching everything he could as he kept marking you.

"You're only mine now, baby" he growled, separating from you to take off your shirt and look at your almost naked figure, his eyes with a heavy lusty shadow on them.

"... Just yours" you repeated, closing your eyes and taking his face to kiss him with the same passion he did when the door closed behind you.

Your hands rested on his chest, fingers trying to unbutton his shirt, successfully failing at completing the task when he separated from you, placing one of his hands on top of both of yours and pinning them above your head, resting against the cold door while his other hand slipped through your panties.

He groaned when he felt your growing wetness, he found your clit instantly and rubbed it, making you sigh in satisfaction until his hand went down further and he inserted two fingers inside you, this time dragging a gasp from your lips when your walls felt the introduction of his digits. It felt nice, but you knew his cock would feel better inside you, you loved how he filled you.

Pumping his fingers slowly, you started moaning, letting yourself enjoy his treatment. His mouth left kisses on your clavicle, then your chest and when you least expected it, he was pulling your bra down with his teeth and sucking on one of your nipples, his fingers never stopped their work on you causing you to become a wet, moaning mess with twitching legs until you finally came, crying out Jisung's name when your high hit you.

He kept pumping his fingers, having discovered that you did actually like when he overstimulated you once and since then doing it from time to time, this being one of them, and when you blinked your orgadm away, the pulled them from you, loosening his grip on your wrists and licking his fingers clean from your juices as he hummed.

You thought he would be done, you thought he would like to go to bed and fuck you until you screamed his mess in the comfort of your king size bed, but apparently Jisung had other plans in mind, as he undressed his shirt and threw it to the floor with your clothes and pulled you by the arm to the back of the couch, turning you and pushing your back so you were bending over it, his knee between your legs separating them and keeping you from closing them. He started taking your underwear off, his fascinated lusty eyes appreciating how wet you were, practically dripping.

"I wish you could see yourself, you look so lovely, all ready to take me after I made you cum with my fingers. I bet I can make you cum like that again, would you like that?" He asked.

You gulped, "N-no, I want your cock, please fuck me with your cock!"

"My needy baby, so cute. It's 'kay, I'll make you cum around me sweetheart" he responded while his hands caressed your ass lovingly until you couldn't feel them anymore. Soon, you heard him pull his zipper down, anticipating what was yet to come.

"Are you ready, angel?" He asked, pressing the tip of his cock against your throbbing entrance. You nodded, and he started pushing himself inside your velvety walls, stretching you.

With a growl, his hands held you in place by your hips, making sure you wouldn't move from the position he had you in as he started pulling out, ready to repeat the process, meanwhile you were holding a pillow for dear life as your breath got caught in your throat as you waited for him to set up a pace with his hips.

Jisung started slowly, enjoying how you felt around him and loving the way you took him in, looking at how he disappeared which caused him to moan. You, on the other hand, had to resist the urgency of moving. You remember telling Jisung that you wanted him to bruise your cervix, saying that you wouldn't mind new things to which he agreed quickly.

Maybe that was why he had started more than the usual missionary, you were thankful that he kept it in mind, and now surprising you by taking you on the couch, in front of the turned off TV where you could see your blurry reflection getting wrecked from behind by him, it felt incredible.

"You feel so good, I'm so glad your pussy is just mine" he moaned, stopping for a brief second to take your right leg and rest it on the couch to hit a deeper spot inside you, making you start tearing up from pleasure.

"A-all yours" you cried out, inevitably clenching around him when you repeated what he said. You saw his cocku smile through the black mirror that was the TV.

"Ah, J-Jisung, harder!" you demanded with a whine when he found your g spot, the detonator to your best orgasms.

The sudden sting from his hand landing on your butt cheek shocked you, making you moan. "Where are your manners, baby? I thought you were my good angel" he said, starting to slow down the speed that had increased since he started thrusting.

"Please, go hard-harder" you corrected yourself, and once he heard the magic word he instantly did what you had asked of him, provoking you to moan each time he reached where you wanted him, and soon you were clenching around him, legs shaking and walls hugging him tightly causing him to near his climax as well.

It took a few more thrusts for him to find his release, but when he did you felt him filling your insides with his warm seed, a sexy groan coming from his chest and his fingers leaving a bruise on your hips from holding you too hard.

Pulling out from you, he pushed his fingers inside your pussy to keep his cum from hitting the ground, then he carefully pushed you on the couch and walked around it to cuddle with you in his arms.

"I love you" he told you, his hand petting your hair innocently (as if he hadn't fucked your lungs out 5 minute ago).

"I know," you answered, kissing his chest and tightening your arm around his torso in a half hug.

"Let's stay like this for a few minutes and then we can bathe, okay?" you hummed in agreement, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two of you until any of you felt gross enough to want to get cleaned.

You didn't know how much time had passed, but when you realized Jisung wasn't with you any more you stood up looking for him, only to find him filling the tub, a few aromatic candles lighted up, a delicious smell reaching your nostrils. You saw the bathtub was almost all full, so you decided to surprise Jisung by wrapping your arms around his back.

"Let's get cleaned up, what do you say, sweetie?" He said, removing your arms from him and stepping into the warm water, opening his arms for you.

You rolled your eyes, but copied him anyway and rested your back in his chest. The water relaxed your muscles, the candle's scent helped you feel almost like in heaven, and Jisung arm made you know you were safe. Everything was so sweet, until you felt something else poking your lower back.

With a raised eyebrow, you faced your partner with a silent explanation only to find him staring at the love bites on your neck, but you opted for not commenting anything about it.

"You know… I really love you and I'm happy that you accepted to be a part of my life," he said, his deep voice and serious tone getting your attention, so you faced him to hear all he had to say.

"I remember you told Hyunjin that you wanted a big family, and… I know Jisu wouldn't mind having a sibling. I believe now would be a good time to have a baby of our own, but only if you agree with me, honey" he smiled, kissing your shoulder.

"Are you serious?" you asked him after processing his words in your head. He nodded, his hand playing with yours as he waited for you to say something else.

"I would love to, Sungie. I already consider you and Jisu as my family, hell, I feel happy when she tells her friend I'm her mom. So yes, if you're really sure, I want to do it. Let's have a baby" you smiled excitedly, moving to kiss his lips sweetly.

"Then we should keep practicing, shouldn't we?" He joked, winking at you after you ended the kiss. You hit him playfully, giggling at his question.

From joking about it, you two ended up having sex on the tub and staying there until the water got cold and the candles lighted out, and yet, when you were cuddling in bed ready to sleep, you couldn't stop smiling. It had been a fantastic day and even better night and early morning.

Next morning when Jisung saw you walking to the kitchen with his shirt on, he kissed your lips and greeted you with a "good morning, future Mrs. Han," a plate of pancakes in front of you.

"I'm so lucky to have you" you told him, to which he replied with "I'm so lucky to be loved by you."

And you decided that this was pure happiness, you didn't have anything to worry, and you loved your family and your friends a lot, you were almost done with college and starting to plan a wedding. Maybe you weren't rich, but you had everything you wanted and maybe a little more.

After all, engraved in the ring Jisung gave you, it said "for my soul mate", so you had him, for as long as time lasted, and he had you, the missing piece of the puzzle of his life.

You complemented each other, and comprehended each other. What you two had could be considered 'true love', and you were thankful to the universe for placing this single dad in your life, showing you what happiness, and what love was.

"I can't wait to marry you" you sighed, daydreaming about how you wanted the wedding to be.

"And I cannot wait to call you mine legally" he responded, kissing your cheek.

"I've always been yours"

"That's good, because you'll always be mine in the future as well. No quitting now, babe!"

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hajimewhore · 3 years

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Amusement Park Date🎢 (Ushijima Wakatoshi/Reader) ➸sfw, gn!Reader, 1.3k+ words ➷fluff, established relationship, lil kisses, really just a cute drabble that got too long, introspection into your relationship with Ushiwaka ➷Ushiwaka mini playlist: Airplane Mode♫ Daft Pretty Boys♫ Rings♫ I LOVE YOU 3000 II♫

You snort, trying to stifle your laugh with the back of a hand when your eyes catch the display screen showcasing images of the park’s guests. Some coasters have a hidden camera installed to catch you when you least expect it, at the steepest drop during the ride, the collection of photographs are then displayed at the rollercoaster’s exit for purchase (or in your case, a quick snap of your phone’s camera).

The slideshow took it’s sweet time to shuffle through the images, but once it landed on your coaster’s photo, you couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up.

Ushijima is stone faced in the image, a severe juxtaposition to your animated features. Upon any normal person’s inspection, they’d see the image at face value, thinking ‘that man must be seriously unbothered!’

Though after dating Ushijima for a few years, you’ve learned to pick up on the most minute details.

He’s got a death grip on the rails, hands tightened around the seat bars as if the 190 pound guy could fly out the top. His perfectly cut jaw is tightened, teeth probably gnashing as he bites back a scream. His eyebrows are raised ever so slightly, similar to his widened eyes. All nearly imperceptible signs that show just how wildly uncomfortable Ushijima felt during the ride, and you’re changing your lockscreen to it.

It seems he isn’t familiar with the jarring spins, jerks, and dips that amusement park rides entail—you start to recall he may have mentioned he’d never been on one before, and that he was looking forward to experiencing new things on your date.

A sentiment he is surely taking back at the moment, though it does please you with a chest-encompassing warmth that he still followed along, toughing out the rollercoasters on your checklist.

You’re surprised he lasted through all the rides you completed without making his discomfort apparent, the sun’s already started setting and you’ve explored a majority of the park. You mentally scold and punch yourself for failing to recognize Ushijima’s unease sooner, you probably should’ve stopped at the fourth or fifth ride.

When you notice his brows are furrowed tighter than usual, a pang of sympathy envelops you. Before you can ask if he wants to grab water, or rest somewhere, his deep voice fills your ears,

“Can we...” Ushijima pauses, deliberating for a second, “Grab something to eat?” he blinks, expression neutral as ever.

You sense he’s actually asking for a break from the rollercoasters rather than craving for something, but he’s asking in a roundabout and not so subtle way. You’d already eaten fairly recently, after all.

The method surprises you, considering he’s usually straightforward to a fault.

“Of course Wakatoshi,” you have to lean up to his height to wrap your arms around his neck, coaxing him into a soft kiss.

He presses his lips to yours without hesitation, accepting the gesture. You take it in stride with a bright smile, corners of your lips turning up into the kiss. You almost giggle when you feel his long lashes brush against your delicate skin.

You suspect Ushijima didn’t want to hold you back from having a good time, which is probably the same reason he suffered through 6 rollercoasters with you, and as a result suggested an alternative for you to enjoy instead. Spinning death traps are not for everyone, you suppose, and you aren’t opposed to trying one of the myriad of dessert places you spotted earlier.

“I’m craving something sweet, actually. You can pick where we go!”

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

Ushijima pulls back from your kiss, serious countenance making its comeback.

From an outsider’s perspective, Ushijima probably seems like an aloof or indifferent boyfriend, but you knew better. It was his acts of service that enabled that sunny smile to cross your features, the way he wholeheartedly steps out of his comfort zone for you, how he’s learned to stray from his reserved habits in order to make things work.

Ushijima links his hand with yours, and you feel as thrilled as the first time he did it. Initially, he never bothered with hand holding. It took a while for Ushijima to understand the domesticity of something simple, like holding hands, and how special it could be for you. When he figured it out, he made sure to interlock your hands more often, fingers laced together and held steadily at his side.

“Alright, this way then!”

You usher him along, tugging his palm gently to make way for the ice cream shop you had in mind. Ushijima accepts the change of direction as he walks in step with you (a difficult task for someone so tall, and you appreciate the sweet yet silent gesture).

Walking along, weaving between couples and groups, Ushijima’s hand remains linked with yours. When you peek at him, your heart almost fully stops in your chest.

He looks stunning. Every neon sign and coaster you pace by paints Ushijima’s features with the vivid shades of every color on the spectrum.

The brilliant purples suit him best, but you think the crisp evergreens and hazy red glows are equally striking, illuminating his features so well. You didn’t think you could fall in love with him again and again so easily, but something as simple as the lighting in the area proves that theory wrong.

You whisk him away to your go-to dessert spot before he can catch you staring, eager to continue your amusement park date. On the other hand, Ushijima is just content to be close to you and away from the dizzying, literal head spinning rides.

“Let’s share a sundae! This one has a lot of treats and candies that go on top... tons of whipped cream, edible sparkles, not to mention it’s huge too!”

You gush, eyeballing the lurid stock photo picturing the absolute monstrosity of an ice cream sundae.

“Alright.”

Ushijima looks to be impartial to your request, relaying the order to your server. But his gaze is soft, at a complete loss for the harsh edges he naturally maintains. The subtle shift in his expression clues you in to his endearment for your ice cream enthusiasm, and you preen to yourself upon the realization.

You know Ushijima is subject to being labeled as that indifferent, aloof, and stone faced boyfriend.

But to you, he doesn’t need a smile that’s a mile wide. You can clearly see the soft glow in his hazel eyes, the kind that usually accompanies a grin anyways.

He doesn’t have to be experienced at showing public displays of affection, when he practices the underrated gestures–always carrying your stuff, opening doors, walking closest to the road, matching your pace–which are equally as special.

“I love you, Wakatoshi.”

And when you tell him you love him, you’re absolutely enamored as you’re caught up analyzing the little details his expression might give away. Your eyes flick across his features, as if you don’t already have every attribute and imperfection committed to memory and stamped onto your heart.

He doesn’t need to feel obligated to say it back immediately.

“I take it the sundae was good then?”

And he doesn’t, but you can see the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips.

He doesn’t need to say I love you all the time, because you know he will when it counts. Late night haze, wrapped up in his arms in a safe space, smothered warmly by too many blankets. The moon’s glow dipping in passed the curtains and painting your cheeks with a lunar highlight, three words are whispered against the nape of your neck in spite of the comfortable silence.

“I love you ‘toshi, and I love this sundae.”

But that won’t stop you from reminding him whenever you can, if only to see the faint cherry pink play at the apples of his cheeks, eyes pretending to find something of fake interest in the distance. And without fail, Ushijima Wakatoshi will smile handsomely at every declaration of love you make to him.

A/N: I wanted to play with more introspection and imagery, I hope it turned out alright! This is probably the first Ushijima fic I’ve written kadlg i hope you enjoyed iiiit

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inhumanescreeching · 3 years

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got hit with nostalgia again. bnha spoilers- chapter 190 and onwards

tw: mentions of death

Everything that kills me makes me feel alive

Dabi has died already, once. He thought that was the peak of his brittle life. Turns out, happiness came with the little things

relationship(s): dabi/hawks. dabi & hawks. hawks & the league of villains

tags: introspection. league of villains as family. character study. cuddling

type: drabble

Dabi understood plenty of things, like why the earth spun and how the sun burnt. There were plenty of things he didn't understand too, like the point of existential rhetorics and why philosophy thinks of death so poetically

Dabi has died already, once. It felt like freedom and suffocation at the same time. The peak of happiness in his miserable life, he'd thought

Then, there were things Dabi wanted to understand, but due to his fucked up upbringing, he just could not. So they stayed in the grey area in the back of his mind, untouched

Things like a functional family were at the staggering top of the list

Could this even be called a family? Birdie was tucked under Dabi's arm, while Shigs leant his back to his chest. Twice had his head on his lap, while Toga had her head on Twice's stomach. Spinner sat beside where Shigs lied, while Kurogiri and Compress sat on the couch Dabi- and in turn, almost everyone else- was leaning on

It was a tangle of limbs, hairs, and feathers and Dabi felt like a stiff pillar of the delicate peace in the League of Villains' living room and he. could. not. move

Was this what family was like?

He wouldn't know, all things considered. The person who died all those years ago would probably know, would probably tell him to cherish this because that person still knew what family was

Dabi did not. Dabi did not smile unless it showed sarcasm or malice. Dabi did not laugh, lest it project the image of cruelty. Dabi did not cry, his tearducts all but burnt as most of him was

Dabi was not the person before he died. Dabi wasn't Touya anymore, who smiled and laughed and cried for family. All for family

But sometimes, Touya would reemerge. It never happened in big battles, never in evil scheming as the big picture was put together. No

Touya came back in the small moments. When Toga would wrestle him playfully, when Twice cracks a joke. When Shigaraki loses to him over Mario Kart, when Spinner wins in Mario Kart because he sucks and it's a rare occurrence. When Compress teaches him amateurish magic tricks, when Kurogiri is there and ready to give him a drink after a mission.

Touya is most lively when Hawks is there. It wasn't always like that, he wasn't always like that. But when the heroics and the masks fell, Dabi realized their worlds weren't too far apart

That knowledge gave way to less harsh insults, strangely affectionate exchanges post-missions and many, many changes. In the little things

Now, they're here. Dabi wasn't Touya anymore, but he feels a wisp of his old self flicker when Hawks looks up from the shitty movie playing. Touya is alive when Hawks smiles at him because the smile on Dabi's lips appears of its own volition

Maybe, he thought, one day, he'll find it in him to accept Touya less as a ghost of the past and more like a part of him. And he'd have more acceptance with the contented feeling in his chest instead of flat out deflect them like how he does now

For now, he had the little things. He'll hold onto the little things, and let himself hope

Dabi kisses Hawks, because that makes the little blush on his cheeks flare, and he hopes all of his secrets stay on his lips. So he doesn't have to tell him Touya died, or that Touya lived, or was somewhere in between. Stuck in Dabi's chest, making him feel things

After all, what killed Dabi only made him feel alive

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another-dr-another · 3 years

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look to the screen....

Adam Of Thy Loving Labor Super High School Level Surgeon Inori Kanata: Executed!

(Warnings: Needles, Drugging, Slightly Descriptive Depiction of Surgery)

Inori is thrown into a room, the collar flinging her to the floor before retracting the way it came, door locking behind it. As Inori sits up, she starts to scope out the room: two doors, one leading back to the trial, and the other... to a second room? It seems reminiscent of a hospital waiting room, matching the room she's in now- a operation room. Before she finishes looking at the room, something else catches her eye. The waiting room should lead further into the (assume to be) hospital, but instead? The sole door Inori can see through the small window leads to... trees and sunshine.

Outside.

Freedom.

It was stupid to think the door may be unlocked.

Inori turns to the room she's in and goes to investigate- but her monopad buzzes. She grabs it from her hoodie pocket, and upon booting it up, only one thing shows on the screen, and her attempts to close the program are met with naught but a frozen screen. Her disappointment at the failure is quickly replaced with panicked curiosity as her eyes fall on the timer clicking away, with 28 minutes left.

"You have half an hour to successfully operate on the patient, at which point, if done properly, you will be let out of this room. If you remain in the operation room after time limit, your execution will commence. To account for lack of prior information, a description of the necessary steps has been provided. You have so been graced with a luxury you did not give to your classmates: an accurate description of everything you need to know. Double tap on the timer to advance to the first objective."

Inori pauses. Maybe that almost-last line got to her, but what more is she than a killer who pushes away her emotions to survive. And so, with hoodie thrown to the side, Inori stands in her surgical scrubs. After a moment spent to collect herself, she grabs a pair of gloves and a surgical mask from the stand holding her surgical instruments and sets off to work.

Objective #1: Blood Transfusion

Inori looks at the first item on the list- in order to perform a blood transfusion, the donated blood must be spun and separated after clotting. Clotting would take half an hour, the entirety of what Inoris ticking clock started out with. Better to die trying than give up- Inori doesn't hesitate before grabbing a needle. She checks the gauge size while extending her arm straight out, and confirming it to be 17 gauges, she sticks the needle into a vein.

A pint of blood. That's all he'll need, and there's not much more she can give at her age and size. Inori shakes her head, composing herself once more through the nausea, before running to the centrifuge. In a fear-induced blur, she's got the machine going, and is searching for a way to help induce blood clotting. Seeing her timer tick away causes her to give up, so she can continue trying, and she runs back to the operating table.

Objective #2: Foreign Object Removal

The surgery itself. She's done this a thousand and one times, with the SHSL Surgeon never once slipping up; even now, she seems to be working faster than normal, desire to beat the time limit overloading the daze of blood loss. While she was more likely to work appendectomies than surgical removal of objects, it was this sort of odd job that she lived for, and now placed her life on. Her hands are steady, smoothly slicing and gliding through the epidermis, further down, until organs met her steely gaze.

It doesn't take long- a human stomach is only so big, and mostly taken up by...?

This situation was already strange. Inori had never thought her life would depend on ability to draw her own blood and operate on someone. But... things like swallowing enough gum it causes digestive issues would be an odd story, yet one believable, unlike this tale, should she live to tell it.

What's the odds of someone swallowing a chunk of dry ice?

Perhaps that was the joke, or the trick of the execution- Inori gets something to cool down the blood and induce clotting, and completes the blood transfusion, just to give it to the corpse of a man who was killed by the release of carbon dioxide gas directly into his body after burning his esophagus. Inori removes her glove, pressing two fingers to the man’s carotid artery- his pulse is there, stable enough for a man under the effects of anesthesia (assuming Monokuma gave him some, a mistake on Inoris part she'd...rather ignore. Whoops) with a gaping hole in his stomach.

Again, best to just go along with what happens- being trapped in this room, Inoris smart enough to not try and play god with anything more than this man’s life, as instructed. And so, the dry ice is extracted, a large enough piece that she can simply grab it, if only she'd remembered to put her glove back on. No time for that now though, so treat the dry ice like hot metal (not that Inori has experience with decent cooking supplies) and bounce it from hand to hand while running to the centrifuge. She uses her non dominant hand to push the dry ice into place while her eyes fixate on the mess that was once her left hand.

It's nothing too bad- at least, a bit of frostbitten, burning pain, in exchange for her life is more than a good trade for Inori. More than a few drops of blood, cracked skin, nothing compared to what she was expecting- truly, the biggest disadvantage was the loss of a hand experienced to stitching, but the instructions didn't say she needed to perform the cleanest suture in history, just that the surgery be completed.

And so, she sews. FSLX threaded easily with a hundred and one techniques learned from a hundred and two medical professionals over the years, she sews. First attempt with her left hand but placing a glove over it once more doesn't make the pain go away, or restore her mobility, so she sews with her right. Her body still calls for the clotting blood she gave, but she presses through the dizzying feeling surrounding her and she sews. Finally, she sews her final stitch of the suture, and with a snip of the scissors, slicing the thread, she swipes to the next step- before stopping.

There's no way she's down to five minutes.

That's ten minutes off from her highest estimate for the time she had left. But Inori chokes down the building sob, and trying to ignore the rattling centrifuge, continues on to;

Objective #3: IV Insertion

She'll count this down. 300 seconds.

Applying the tourniquet to find a vein is the move of someone with time on their hands- she cleanses his arm, just in case. 290 seconds.

...A tourniquet for IV application, that's all. Push through the pain for 290 seconds- it's on now, 268, and a little blood spill never hurt someone who just got dry ice removed from their stomach, gauze is a waste of precious time, so it's skipped and saved altogether. Insert needle, 231, release tourniquet, let it fall off to save seconds, 225, insert saline, round down to 200.

And stabilize. 190. Objective #3 completed... all that's left is to finalize Objective #1. It's clear now that the timer isn't on her side- Kurokawa’s time was cut short, so now so is Inoris, as the numbers slip by quicker than they should. No one promised her an accurate timer. All she can do is pray for not even physics, but world breaking luck on her side. She can also prep for the blood transfusion, as likely as it is that she'll be able to complete it. 123. The centrifuge needs to finish with its job, and at 122- it's done. Somehow, it's ready.

117, she's processed that somehow, someway, the centrifuge has spun the clotted blood, she can move on, start the blood transfusion, and at 117, she runs. 109, blood transferred to its bag in a...passable job, one that'll work for the transfer, all she truly needs from it- and 98, it's been attached. 93 she begins the blood transfer, needle attached to the tube, tube attached to bag, and steel blue eyes watching the pink trickle and flow down, hoping her blood type is a match.

Maybe there's something to calling O- the universal donor type.

Just like a flicked switch, his eyes gently open, and oh what eyes they are. Warm and kind, worn down around the edges by smile lines- smiling seems to come naturally to him, as that's how he greets her. No confusion or pain, just a happy, humanely human smile, with a thank you passing through his lips as he leans up, black hair sliding down into place. Frankly, Inoris too stunned by the oddity of it all to question how he's so mobile, and simply helps him shift and slide to become more comfortable. Once his legs are swung over the edge of the bed, he stops, and so her focus changes to what could possibly be the matter; her attention is only further caught as he pulls something from the pocket of his pants, and smiles that loving smile while showing to her-

A key. He has a key.

Because she did good. She made up for her sin. She's a good kid, and she helped him, and he’s okay now. He’ll go out to his loved ones, people who he cares for… and even if Inori made it so one person won’t be able to do that, just think of all she’s already helped, and who she’ll help in the future! He’s happy, his life was saved, quite literally by her own blood, and so she’ll be rewarded for what she’s done. Inori runs to help him, doing her best to support him as he rises from the bed, and walking with the tall adult as they reach the door. Surely, something will go wrong, the key wont work, he’ll keel over dead…

The door opens. They leave the operation room, two sets of legs, and an IV pole moving across the floor, and Inori has never been more overjoyed to see a waiting room. She can see trees, and between their leaves, the sun gently coming down in specks of light; Inori swears she already feels the warmth on her face. Though, that could just be the blossoming joy as the patient gently rubs her back before pulling her closer. She… doesn’t think she’s ever had someone do that for her, though she’s seen it happen time and time again. It’s nice.

Their attention is torn, and Inori manages to tear her gaze from the metal doors between her and freedom, looking to her side, and seeing two new people. A man brushes blue hair from his eyes before rushing to Inori and her patient, followed by a teenager, sticking close to his father while eyeing Inori. Her patient shifts, and Inori worries, for just what may happen, looking up to him for guidance, or reassurance- their eyes never meet. He runs to them, the best he can on shaky legs and the IV pole he clings to for support… leaving Inori without a second thought.

Alright. Sure. Patients can be grateful for the service you provide, but that's all. Then they go back to their life’s, to their children and parents and husbands and wife's. And yet, despite the familiar ache of the situation, Inori’s mind is so numbed by pained thoughts of… disappointment, that by the time she’s processed the scream of “Monster!” the boy who yelled out is already shifting away, hiding as panicked purple eyes drill holes into her.

And once more the patients hand reaches out to her. He pulled Inori from the room, saved her from the ticking timer, and now, as he pushes her to the ground, her body erupts into pain, a burning, fire-like pain which... truly shouldn't be as strong as it is. In that one moment, less time than she spends screaming, Inori goes through a hundred ideas and a thousand possibilities, and the entirety of her medical knowledge as she tries to work out why everything hurts the way it does. Her head collides with the receptionists’ desk, and when she meets the ground, a realization blossoms along with her tears.

It’s almost as though her shriek were a spell, changing her surroundings, warping them into their true form. Inori lays sobbing on a dingy floor stained with her blood, the only source of light turned yellow as it filters in through the dirtied windows. Blood stains her scrubs, and in places where her shirt has ridden up, stitches can be seen along her stomach matching the ones on her arms and face. And it sounds like she’s underwater, the blood dripping into her ear canals, but from the fog of fuzzy pain, Inori still manages to make out what’s being said above her, by a girl with dark hair, clothed in a blood-stained lab coat. An organ donor was desperately needed, after a transportation issue, but luck pulled through- Inori practically volunteered herself, and no one objected. She was going to die anyways, with what she had done, why not actually put her to use.

They say time slips away faster when panicked, perhaps that’s why, after unknowingly drugging herself with the needle, leaving herself defenseless against the organ harvesting, Inori noticed the timer ticking away so quickly; but by now, it must be reaching zero, the end of her time to live. So finally, time slows, as the thoughts speed up, rushing through her and filling her head with a pain sharper than her surgical tools, then the burn she felt in a hand she… now thinks is gone. Inori fucked up, but now at the least she can be put to use. She doesn’t want to die, but who’s to come to her rescue? Why would they ever dare?

“…Heart donation? Uhh… yeah, I think we have one that’s like… not being used! Just lemme grab it real quick.”

Immobilized by her fear and the wounds that caused them, Inori simply watches as the girl sits down next to her, raising her scalpel to Inori’s body once more-

BRAIN ACTIVITY DETECTED: LOW

A hand reaches out, one last time. Sunlight filters in from the windows, gently coming to rest on Inori- the parts of her that don’t lie within the shadow of the man standing over her. The patient apologizes, saying it must’ve been a side affect of the painkillers, as his son hides his embarrassed face behind the patients form. The other man, the father is… oddly familiar, in the sort of way that makes her feel at home despite her inability to visualize a home that’s not a hospital.

Her hand becomes clasped in his, she’s lifted up, and like a trigger, the blood begins to bloom out from her chest; not that she pays any mind to it, even as the world tilts and twirls and turns once more.

Inori lays still, eyes glazed over, as her hand falls to gravity, sliding from her torso, and into the blood pooling on the ground from the hole in her torso. She's waiting, waiting to be dragged off and laid to rest in an unmarked grave barren of a single rose, once someone remembers her body is there; no one wishes to mourn, and so for now, she's left to rot, by herself, as the door outside closes forever on the girl who’s finally truly heartless.

BRAIN ACTIVITY DETECTED: NONE

EXECUTION: SUCCESS

#dra #kanata inori #chapter 1 #deadly life #class trial #execution

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soft-thrills · 4 years

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For your prompt request Scully is never stung by the bee, and actually transfers to Utah. After being separated for about a year, their reunion is... I love angst. So if they argue and fight before making up in bed, all the better.

This prompt is LITERALLY 190 days old but............... I wrote it! @ultimatexffan, I hope you see it and I hope you like it. It accidentally wound up crazy long, but here we are.

Apologies -- it’s not beta read, and I’m a little wine-drunk. But I’m back to writing fic, maybe?!

Title: Welcome Home

Rating: 18+, but for me, it’s pretty tame.

“no matter where you sleep tonight

or how far you run

oh, she’s the one”

-bruce springsteen, “she’s the one”

In the hallway, he waited for her to come to her senses. When it was clear she wouldn’t, he waited for something to interrupt them -- to interrupt her, to stop her from leaving. When that didn’t happen, he kissed her. And she kissed him back, soft and sweet and sad.

And then, Dana Scully repeated herself: “I gotta go.”

He wanted to say: “I love you.” But he was afraid she’d think he was only saying it to keep her here.

“Go,” he said, not a command, but more as a question, like he’d never heard the word before, like he couldn’t understand, because, well, he couldn’t.

But she went. He watched as she walked down the hallway. She didn’t glance back in his direction. A week later, she was on the other side of their big, mysterious, malevolent country.

He found cases that took him to Utah. She found reasons not to see him. She just had to do this autopsy hours away from Salt Lake City. She was visiting her mom that week, how unlucky. She was in San Diego with her brother.

Diana tried to join him on the X-Files. He found reasons not to let her. Diana tried to join him in bed, too. Sometimes, he ran out of reasons not to let her.

A year went by. Then, after a basketball game at the gym, he pulled his cellphone out of the locker to see that she'd left him a voicemail.

“Um, hi, Mulder, it’s me. I mean, it’s Scully. I… I’m in DC. I wanted to see if you can meet for a drink tonight. Sorry for the short notice -- no pressure, if you have plans, or… I’d love to see you. Ok. Bye.”

He had felt fine after the basketball game. But suddenly, he was winded.

He asked her to come to a bar near his apartment. Testing her, maybe. Wishful thinking, maybe. But she said yes.

He got there early, with a plan to nurse a beer and get a booth with a view of the door and wait for her. But as he walked in the door he remembered his partner was a detail-oriented overachiever and she, somehow, had managed to arrive even earlier than he had, despite him living four minutes away from this bar.

There were two beers on the table in front of her.

“Hey,” she said, simply, like the last year never happened. “First round is on me.”

She looked the same, with more freckles, probably from the Utah sun. She doesn’t look a year older. Her hair is a little bit longer than it was when he put his hand at the base of her neck and kissed her in the hallway. Maybe an inch. She was dressed like she’s been at work, even though it was a Saturday.

“So, Agent Scully, master pathologist of the western desert, what brings you back to the swamp?”

“Officially? I am seeking a transfer back to DC, and my chances look pretty good now that the fallout from the bombing has died down.”

His heart thudded in his chest.

“Unofficially?” he asked, taking her bait.

“Unofficially,” she paused, took a sip, the kind of sip you take when you’re going to admit something. “Unofficially, I missed you, Mulder.”

He grinned.

“I missed you, too.”

They had another beer. And another. A shot of tequila. It was Saturday, what was the harm. Diana called him four times. He didn’t answer. Scully didn’t pry.

“Do you wanna go back to my place?” he asked, determined this time to say the things he wanted to, whatever she thought of them.

“Is it still as messy as a frat house?”

“Yes,” he said.

“Then yes,” she replied.

It was not frat-house messy, it was lonely-FBI-agent messy, but he didn’t want to argue.

Which is funny, because within five minutes of crossing his threshold, they were arguing.

“So why come back now, Scully? Something happen in Utah?”

“No,” she said, nursing a beer he had pulled out of the fridge. “I never wanted to leave, Mulder. I was ordered to. I saw my first opportunity to come back and I’m taking it.”

That’s a great answer, he thought to himself, except for it not making sense. They were sitting on the couch, and the television was playing Plan Nine from Outerspace on mute.

“It seemed like you wanted to leave,” he said, unable to let it go, to not dissect what the fuck had happened here, which really is supposed to be the pathologist’s job.

“I wanted to remain gainfully employed and in possession of my service weapon, that much is true.”

“You didn’t say goodbye. You wouldn’t see me when I was out west. You acted like — like it was nothing, no big deal, to leave.”

“Mulder —”

“Why didn’t you fight for it, Scully? If you didn’t want to go.”

“You wouldn’t understand,” she said, and that’s where things went south.

“You’re right, I wouldn’t. Because I wouldn’t have left the X-Files. I wouldn't have left you.”

Her eyes grew wide and it took him a couple seconds to realize it was anger he saw in them.

“Mulder, maybe you wouldn’t have left the X-Files, but leaving me was practically a hobby for you,” she said, and he could tell there was more than just a year’s worth of anger behind the words, that this was something she’d been angry about even before that Dallas office building had been blown to bits.

“I don’t understand —”

“I meant what I told you in the hallway, Mulder — that I’d been holding you back. But I meant it because your behavior had led me to believe it, to believe that you didn’t need me. And maybe it hit me harder when I realized I wasn’t your first partner on the X-Files — but that I was the first that wasn’t always on your side. And it made me wonder if that’s why sometimes I’d get left behind, or be out of the loop, or feel like no matter what I gave up, you didn’t see me as having an equal stake in our work.”

“Scully, I meant what I told you — I did need you. I do need you. You are on my side,” he insisted.

She ignored that point, working her way back around to his last one.

“You’re right, Mulder, that I didn’t fight it after the transfer came down. But the truth is, when the time came, you didn’t fight for me. How long can you fight to be somewhere you’re not sure you’re wanted?”

Want. Want. What does he want? He wants the same thing he wanted in that hallway.

“I wanted you Scully. Then. And I want you now.”

“You don’t have to do this. I’ve already decided to come back to our work, because I owe it to myself and what I’ve lost—”

“I’m not talking about work, Scully,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Don’t you remember what happened in that hallway? Because I replay it every damn day.”

She nodded.

“What about Diana?” she asked.

“She’s not on The X-Files.”

“I’m not talking about work,” she parroted his line back. “She’s got a toiletry bag in your bathroom. Her initials are monogrammed on it.”

His Scully, noticing everything, taking her little notes.

“It’s nothing. It’s over. It was over the minute I got your voicemail.”

He could tell she was thinking, deciding, but he suspected she had made her decision when she called him — when she made sure her hair was perfect and her neckline plunging and her lipstick routinely and carefully reapplied all night. She came back to claim more than just her job.

She was literally wringing her hands, restless, staring down at them. Finally she turned him, and despite her earlier anger, what he saw in that moment was wide-open vulnerability.

“How do I know that you’re telling me the truth?”

Before he even knew what he was doing, he had closed the small distance between them and kissed her. Not like the hallway. A kiss to leave no room for doubt. A hand against her delicate cheek, the other wrapped in the soft hair at the base of her neck. Not a goodbye. A beginning.

“Does that feel like a lie, Scully?”

She looked shocked, thrilled, wearing an open-mouthed smile that reminded him of their first case, when she’d laughed at him in the pouring rain.

“I want to believe,” she quipped.

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” he said, good naturedly, and the sound of her laughter filled the few seconds before their mouths connected again.

He scooped her into his arms and carried her toward his bedroom.

“I always thought it would be on the couch,” she said.

“Do you want me to turn around?”

“I want you to fuck me. The specifics are not particularly important,” she said.

“Jesus Christ, Scully,” he said as he tossed her onto his bed.

“No point in pretending otherwise, Mulder. We’ve pretended long enough.”

He stared, slack-jawed, as she shucked off her jeans. He’d imagined sex with Scully many times, many ways, and he had not expected her to be shy. He had seen this woman grab criminals by the collar, wring the truth out of them. Still, he was struck by her boldness, felt cause to match her bravado.

“I spent every day in that basement office pretending, Scully. Pretending I didn’t want to bend your perfect little ass over my desk--”

“By the way, you’re getting me a desk,” she cut in.

“What did I tell you about shutting the fuck up?” he asked.

She grinned. “Make me.”

So he kissed her again. He felt her perfect, capable little hands in his hair. He reached under her lithe body and gripped her ass, the one he had just been talking about.

He broke away from her only to pull his shirt over his head. She used the time to take hers off, and there she was, in just her bra and her underwear. Her fingers nimbly unfastened his button fly, then gripped the denim and his boxer briefs at once and pulled them down, down, down, until he was naked before her.

Mulder had never felt so desired as he did in that moment, watching Scully as her eyes raked over every inch of his body.

“My turn to see you,” he said.

He unhooked her bra and pulled it away, slid her panties down, fingernails scratching gently along her legs.

And there they were, naked, in his bed. And as usual, they started talking over each other.

“Can I touch you--”

“Mulder, touch me before I shoot you.”

He gripped her breasts, kissed her clavicle. She arched up into him. His fingers traveled lower, lower, dared to dip between her legs, where she was so wet and so soft and so warm. Scully, his Scully. A day ago, he thought he might never see her again. Now, she was in his bed.

“I’m sorry I ever let you think I didn’t want you, Scully.”

“Show me,” she said. “Show me that you do.”

He slid inside her then, one thrust, and she cried out, and so did he.

They stared at one another, a little in awe. Happy. After all that had happened, despite all that would happen in the future, in that moment they were just happy.

“I’m really glad you came home, Scully,” he said.

“Me too.”

#xfiles fic #xfiles fanfic #xfiles fanfiction #xf fic #xf fanfic #xf fanfiction #msr fic #msrlibraryboost #my husband started playing d&d via zoom during lockdown so i have more time alone and guess what i'm back to writing msr smut

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spellbcckedcaster · 4 years

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Full Name: Ayako akiko

Nickname: Yaya, Kiki.

Age: 280

Weight: 190

Height: 6'3"

Eye color: Amber

Skin color: red

Gender/Pronouns: she/her

Nationality/Tribe: Japanese oni

Personality: kind-hearted, well mannered Ayako is a strong Oni who will banish evil from the world, she moved to the US a few years ago and later became a art teacher Arcadia Oaks, she enjoys showing her students the art of calligraphy and other sorts of Japanese style art!

Likes: sweets, cats (not to eat) music, art, starry skies.

Dislikes: loud sounds, evil trolls, having her hair pulled, eyes poked.

Strengths: can lift anything with in reason, is level headed, can help people calm down if they will listen.

Weaknesses: hair pulled, punched in her 3rd eye, stabbed in the gut with anything sharp like a blade

Family: none

Relationship: (canon character): Arrrghh

(None canon): Dio

Backstory:

It's always been said that there were other trolls around the world, each having their own way of life. However, one of the most deadly of the troll races: the Oni. The Oni is a Troll that mostly lives in the mountains of Japan, who can walk in the sun and never turn to stone--their skin as thick as steel and their mind sharper than no other troll alive. Born to be a killing machine even when they’re young, the Oni would only feast on the flesh of humans. However for them to know the taste of human blood, they must hunt for them at a young age: a rite of passage to become a full grown adult.

Each youngling is sent out for a month to find at least one human or more, eat them and bring their head back as proof that they did the deed. If they fail, they are doomed to be exiled away from their home never to return. Most Oni's never failed to do as they had done for millennia--except for one. Ayako was a very kind, sweet soul who never liked the idea of hurting or eating anyone. She mostly ate trash or even the occasional rabbit or rat.

However, her month-long hunt was now upon her and she could not refuse the elders' decision. As days turned into weeks, Ayako looked for a human and when she found one to her surprise that the human was not scared of her. The human--named Masato--was a male who had no fear when he first saw her. Instead, he showed respect for her not just as an oni--but as a woman. He offered her food, shelter, and someone to talk to.

The days passed as she spent her time with the man, and he showed her many things about the world around her that she never knew existed. Everything, even the many continents that littered the planet that they lived on, fascinated the girl, making her want to visit the other parts of this world that she called her home. Soon, however, the month was up and she realized she never wanted to go back. She wanted to live her own life the way she wanted it. Knowing this Masato gave her a gift: an amulet that could change her form to a normal human girl to blend in with others of Masato kind.

With his help she was able to leave Japan, traveling to one part of the world that got her attention. A place she knew many stories about thad to revolved around King Arthur and his knights, and stories of the magnificent Merlin and the many trolls that littered the fabled Trollmarket: America.

#asktheoni #ayako akiko #ayako #oni #trollhunters rp #trollhuntersoc #trollhunters

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rpsquad · 4 years

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115, 187, 189, 190 - “We need to leave. Now.”, “Nobody’s seen you in days.”, “I’m worried about you.”, “Can you shut up for once in your life?” - Christopher + Elam

January -

Elam watched his sister skid around on the ice, laughing gleefully. The snowflakes danced around them. Even he had to admit that the world seemed a bit brighter today. Or perhaps that was the smile on Sofie's face.

Elam turned as the grass crunched behind him. He looked up to see a boy about his age with brown hair and blue eyes standing over him. Elam recognized him as a boy living a few houses down, but he’d almost never seen him playing in the street with everyone else. He smiled up at him as two younger children ran past.

The boy sat down a few feet away, watching his younger siblings with a bored stare. His shoulders were hunched in and he sat with his knees to his chest. The boy visibly shook from the cold, but he looked like he was trying to not show it. Elam shuffled closer

“Hello,” he said, reaching a hand out like he’d seen the adults do “I don’t think we’ve met yet. I’m Elam.” The boy reducatly reached out a hand and shook Elam’s. His nose scrunched up “Mine’s Christopher.”

Christopher looked away, almost seeming shy “I suppose I don’t go out as much.” Christopher nodded to the others skating on the lake “Just don’t like playing around as much as them. Besides, it’s too cold this time of year.”

Elam wrapped an arm around Christopher’s shoulders. Christopher startled under his arm for a sec before leaning into Elam. He gave a half-hearted shrug “It’s not the worst. And they enjoy it at least.”

Christopher smiled “There is that.”

June -

Elam grinned at Christopher through the doorway “C'mon Chris. It’ll be fun.” Chistopher swatted at Elam “See, you’re a natural. Just do that as the other kids run away and down let yourself get hit.” Christopher seemed to settle on glaring Elam out of existence. Elam grabbed Christopher by the arm and pulled “Besides, I already got permission from your mum. So you’ve got no real reason not to. The sun’s shining, the wind’s nice, no responsibilities…”

Christopher scowled “Can you shut up for once in your life? I don’t-” Christopher stuttered as Elam looked at him with the biggest, saddest eyes he could manage. “I don’t have time for this…” he looked away, his frown lessening “But suppose if you went to the trouble to get permission from my mother…” he sighed “Fine, I’ll play with you.”

Elam grinned and pulled Christopher out into the street, already running “Hey-”

Christopher was wearing a scowl before he even opened the door fully “Elam, what is it?”

Elam gasped over dramatically “Christopher, you’re alright! Nobody’s seen you in days, we were all so worried!”

Christopher looked at Elam as if his soul had been sucked out of him “It was two days ago Elam. Remember, we all played together?”

Elam pouted “Exactly, a whole two days. And I’ve hardly even seen you since then, I miss you.” He looked at Christopher with eyes resembling those Bo gave him when begging for scraps.

“No,” Christopher closed his eyes “I have things to do.”

“Please?” Elam begged

“No.”

“Double please?”

“No.”

“Triple please?”

“No.”

Quadruple please?”

“N- ugh.” Christopher rolled his eyes and his body sagged “Fine, but this is the last time this week.” He turned around quickly “Oi! Mum..”

Christopher peered up at the sky with a small frown “I’m making a new rule: I’ll play outside twice a week. You’re sure you want to use it today?”

Elam just grinned “Positive. It matches you.”

Christopher scowled “Hey-”

Elam knocked on the door with his left hand, since his right was carefully holding the flowers. He heard rushed footsteps from behind it

“Just a-” Christopher opened the door, looking slightly frantic “Elam, hello. Is it alright if Lucy and Luke come along today? Mum won’t stop badgering me about it..”

“Well, I suppose they can?” Elam’s shoulder dropped slightly “It’s just, I wanted to do something else today. My father showed me this beautiful field and-”

Christopher’s eyes lit up “That sounds like the best idea you’ve ever had.” He rushed forward, pulling Elam along with him “Come on, if we hurry they won’t notice we left without them.”

October -

All Elam could think anymore was that if one more person told how brave his father had been, he might scream.

Elam’s father had been stupid, not brave. Who calls a man brave for dying defending his flock from a wolf? It had been one half starved wolf, not a pack. Elam had seen the body of the thing, it was practically skin and bones.

So no, his father was not brave, he was stupid. And now Elam was left with a grieving mother, two younger sisters, and flock of sheep to take care of at thirteen years old.

“Elam?” An uncharacteristically nervous voice cut through the fog “You haven’t been out in a few days, which is fine and I understand why, but I miss you and… I’m worried about you.” Elam looked up to see Christopher shuffling from foot to foot “Your, uh- your mom let me in.”

Elam nodded and scooted over on the bed to make room for Christopher “So, um... “ Christopher sat down. He looked very out of place, despite having been here before “I said I miss you, but more accurately everyone misses you Elam. Everyone’s really worried too, especially because everyone says you haven’t been, um…” Christopher glanced at Elam’s mouth, which only grimaced in response. “Right…”

“Well, I-” Christopher began. He looked like he was struggling “I’m sorry your dad died. I know you’ve probably heard it a lot already but I mean it. And I, uh. I wish it hadn’t happened, because it isn’t fair to you or the rest of your family. And it was stupid and unlucky and… yeah.” Christopher shrugged “So I’m sorry.”

Elam watched his friend with a sad smile. He scooted closer to him and wrapped his arms around Christopher awkwardly. Christopher startled under his touch but hugged Elam back. Elam buried his head in Christopher’s shoulder, feeling the start of a sob rise up in his chest.

“I’m sorry..” Christopher whispered again, running his hand up and down Elam’s back.

“Thank you.” Elam whispered back.

March -

Elam watched as the rain pounded on the glass with dull boredom. Christopher sniffled softly as he also looked out the window, his mind clearly somewhere else. Elam looked at his warily; Christopher had been sick with the flu just a few days ago.

“I wish it wouldn’t rain.” Christopher said, breaking the silence. Elam hummed “I understand why, that plants need water and without plants we’d all starve, but the rain just seems so sad and cold.” Christopher looked to Elam for a moment before continuing “I miss the sun because of that. The sunshine is warm and nice, and plants need it just much as they need water.” Elam looked down, knocking his feet together “And I worry about the plants, because with too much water they drown and die. I just-” Elam looked over at Christopher. His hands were fisted in his lap and his big blue eyes looked straight into Elam’s own “I can’t stand it Elam, you don’t have to act like nothing happened, like you are the sun and everything is fine, but I can’t watch drown!”

Elam blinked in surprise. He reached out and grabbed Christopher’s arm, pulling him forward into a hug “I’m sorry for worrying you.” he said quietly

Christopher’s arms came up and wrapped around Elam “I don’t blame you. I just want you to feel better. I miss hanging out and down fun things.”

Elam smiled into Christopher’s shoulder “You mean watching the rain fall isn’t fun?”

Christopher giggled “Elam, I love hanging out with you, but the rain really is just cold and miserable stuff.”

May -

“Baa!”

Christopher wrinkled his nose “Really, we just have to.. Just watch them all day?” he scoffed “But they don’t even do anything!” Christopher flopped back onto the grass.

Elam scoffed “We herd them back with Bo too.” Bo, hearing his name, woofed in agreement. Elam smiled and sat down next to Christopher “You don’t have to come with me.”

Christopher sighed forlornly “Well, I suppose not. But then you’ll be out here all day by yourself, and Avon knows you don’t need more time to just think” Elam shrugged and smiled “Besides, I’m getting a little old to play in the square now. Father says I should pick someone in town to apprentice under, since I’m useless at chopping wood.”

Elam frowned slightly, but nodded “He’s right.”

Christopher punched him lightly on the arm “Shut up. Not everyone can be all muscled like you.” he pressed his knuckles to Elam’s upper arm “It’s like you’re a rock…” he said softly.

Elam swatted his hand away, feeling odd “Whatever, Christopher.”

Christopher grumbled under his breath and looked up at the perfect sky, the light catching his eyes and turning them the color of flowing water, full of movement and life and so so blue.

Elam shook his head and looked up. It really was a perfect day.

April -

Elam stared at Christopher incredulously as he sat on the dewy grass and shook like a leaf in the wind “Christopher, what are you doing?”

Christopher shrugged. He pointed up at the one half dead tree above him “It looks like it might start raining soon. I’m taking cover.”

Elam just stared at Christopher, who was supposed to be smarter than this, before walking over to him and pulling him to his feet “This tree is half dead. And the grass is still wet, Christopher.” When Christopher just shrugged sheepishly in response, muttering something about not wanting to be any colder, Elam sighed and pulled him into a one armed hug. Elam rubbed his hand up and down Christopher’s arm, trying to make him warmer. Christopher leaned into Elam’s embrace, ready to take warmth from wherever it is being offered.

Christopher leaned into Elam a little more, causing him to fall backwards onto the grass with an ‘omf’. Christopher laughed, smiling down at Elam from where he had landed on Elam’s chest. Elam just sighed, pulling Christopher to him just a little more.

Christopher looked so happy like this, so full of life. It made Elam want to bundle him up and keep him forever, want to make him laugh all the time. It made him want to pull Christopher close so he was warm and then pull him even closer and-

Elam’s thoughts stuttered to a stop as he realized what he wanted. He wanted to kiss Christopher. He wanted Christopher to let Elam love him. Elam sat up quickly, knocking Christopher down in the process.

Christopher looked at him with a betrayed look in his eyes for a second before a raindrop landed on the tip of his nose. He scowled and sat up “We need to leave. Now.” looking completely serious and even more fed up with the weather.

Elam shrugged “Can’t. Have to watch the sheep.”

Christoper whined in response “But it’s raining Elam! You don’t want me to get a cold, do you?” he paused “Or the sheep! Really, it’d be best for the flock if we all head back now.”

Elam scoffed “They’ll be fine. It was one raindrop.” he looked up at the cloud covered sky “If you want to leave you may.”

Christopher pulled his knees up to his chest, clearly pouting while try to not be too obvious about it “Fine. If I get a cold because of this, I’m blaming you.”

Elam smiled placadingly “Whatever you say, Christopher.”

#cambrie wrote this #its 1:37am #ugh #this is just part one obviously #Christopher and Elam #pretty cute yeah?#the characterization felt a little odd #but i think its because they changed a lot #so yeah #also this christopher is a very different christopher #hes hardly had anything bad happen to him yet #just you wait #part two is gonna be yikes #but anyways #hope you enjoyed #tell me what you think of Elam #prompt #herorp

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Dragon Ball Z 195

Great Saiyaman Saga! Well, that’s how Funimation marketed these episodes in 2001. I remember buying these on home video because I couldn’t wait to see what happened next after the Cell Games Saga ended, so I’d go to Wal-Mart and blow ten bucks on the edited-for-TV version of the dub. On VHS.

Mostly, I wondered who the hell “Great Saiyaman” was supposed to be, and what he had to do with Goku hanging out in the afterlife, which is what these next five episodes are actually about. Strictly speaking, this story arc is about what’s known as the “Otherworld Tournament”, and it’s a quick filler arc before we pick up on Gohan’s adventures in high school starting in Episode 200. But Funi called 195-209 the Great Saiyaman Saga, and I’m doing it too.

So when Goku died during the Cell Games, he got to keep his body, which is an honor reserved for great martial artists who do heroic things like saving planets from bug monsters. Goku would like to meet the other heroes who’ve been afforded the same honor, because they’ve been training in the afterlife for years, and they must be really strong, and he wants to fight ‘em all.

As King Kai explains it, they’re all on the Grand Kai Planet, which is ruled by the Grand Kai, who is basically King Kai’s boss.

There’s a cute scene where Goku keeps asking for directions to get to this place, then running down Snake Way before he remembers he needs more directions. Finally, he remembers that he can just teleport to King Yemma’s place, which is where they’ll need to go to make the trip to the Grand Kai Planet.

There’s a plane at Yemma’s hat takes dead people to Heaven, but there’s a second, smaller plane that carries people to the Grand Kai Planet. King Kai is embarassed to be seen dead, but Goku’s too busy looking for the plane to care.

So in the DBZ cosmology, Hell is above the living world, an above that is the yellow cloud layer we see around Snake Way and Yemma’s. Above that is this big planet where Heaven is, and the Grand Kai Planet is a smaller planet nearby. Don’t ask me about the sun over there. They’ll probably get into that in Dragon Ball Super-Duper AF, which will air five years after I’m dead.

The cool thing aout this place is that it’s full of all these dead warriors who got the honor of training on this planet. It’s basically heaven for Goku, since he can spar with these guys all the time, forever.

It’s also nice for Toei, because they can recycle old character designs for aliens. These two guys look like the Shamotians from Movie 8, only they’re diffeent colors.

And this is one of the Kanassans from the Bardock TV Special.

And I think these guys might be Metamori, becaue the guy on the right looks like he’s wearing the Fusion Dance costume. That won’t be introduced properly for a while yet, so maybe it’s just a coincidence, but this the planet where Goku learns the technique, so maybe someone at Toei wanted to foreshadow a little.

This guy appears to be all-new, though. Kinda looks like Burter, except for the thing on his face.

As for the Grand Kai himself, he lives in what looks a lot like the White House.

He also owns a fancy classic car, and I think King Kai wants to have sex with it.

Then another King Kai shows up, and he notices the halo and mocks our King Kai for being dead. So the deal here is that there’s four galaxes in the universe, and each one has a King Kai. “Our” Kai is the North one, and this new guy with the monocle is the West Kai.

The North and West Kai’s don’t like each other much, and when they start bragging about how strong their pupils are, they want to settle it right here.

But then the Grand Kai shows up, and it turns out he’s some sort of party dude. His voice in the Japanese verson is really off-putting. He has a really high voice, like someone doing an impression of Father Mulcahey from M*A*S*H. What I like about the Grand Kai is that he’s what we could have had in Master Roshi if he wasn’t a sex criminal.

Anyway, the Grand Kai summoned the West Kai and his student, Pikkon, so he could send Pikkon on a mission. There’s some guy name Cell who just got sent to Hell, and he’s begun to stir up trouble. Pikkons’ the baddest dude on the Grand Kai Planet, so he seems qualified to handle this situation.

Here’s a flashback of Cell getting sent to hell. Basically a cartoon hole opens up under him and he falls right in. I don’t want to read too much into it, but I’m assuming this is the patented Yemma Lock.

Oh, also Cell has backup from some guy named Frieza, but the Grand Kai isn’t nearly as worried about that dude, since he’s been in hell for a while now, and hasn’t caused any trouble. Clearly this Cell person is the true threat, and is markedly superior to Frieza in every way. The Grand Kai only brought Frieza up just to be thorough.

Upon hearing this, Goku decides to tag along to give Pikkon a hand, since he thinks Pikkon doesn’t know what he’s getting into.

Pikkon doesn’t really want the help, but he’s got it. Down in Hell, everything’s all beat up, and Goku finds Goz and Mez cowering in the bushes.

Meanwhile, Cell is putting the boots to the other ogres who run Hell. In the dub, he was interrogating this dude to find a way to escape this place. But in the Japanese version, he’s making this guy his prison bitch.

Speaking of prison bitches, here’s King Cold, Frieza, and the Entire Ginyu Force Except for Captain Ginyu.

Yeah, who is the boss of this place? Speak up, screw.

What? No “and Frieza”? Looks like someone knows how the pecking order works.

But he forgot to put some respect on Cell’s name, so Cell tosses this dude into the mountain of needles.

But Goku saves the dude and he glares at his old enemies, disappointed that they’re still assholes, even after getting killed.

Oh, hey it’s an anime where Frieza fights Goku again and he has henchmen helping him. Maybe we should do this again like fifty more times. No, no you don’t need to, because it’s just fine like this. And in Movie 12.

Goku powers up to take out the Ginyus, but he doesn’t turn Super Saiyan, even though he sure looks like one. As it turns out, this was a production mistake. As this episode was about to go to air, someone decided that they didn’t want Goku to reveal his Super Saiyan form in front of Pikkon until later. But this scene where he clobbered the Ginyu Force was already made, so they had to go back and recolor Goku’s hair as a last-minute edit.

Frieza’s all shocked that Goku could beat them so quickly, but that’s about how quickly he beat them the first time around. Hell, Guldo was dead before Goku got there the first time. Why did Frieza bother sending these guys after him in the first place?

Anyway, Cell tells Frieza not to panic, since beating up the Ginyu Force is penny ante stuff. He’s the one who killed Goku, so he can take care of this.

That’s Cell-sama, bitch.

So Cell charges after Goku, who looks a bit awkward as a non-Super Saiyan here. Maybe he’s getting ready to transform, but before he can--

BAM!

PIKKON

THEME

DOT

PEE

THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Goku’s blown away. I mean, it took him 190 episoes to take care of these guys, and Pikkon’s giving it all away in a few minutes.

After dumping all of the bad guys into the bloody pond, Pikkon does some sort of tornado thing to suck them back out, and then he sends them flying into the needle mountain...

And they all end up in a jail cell. Man, how big a dick do you have to be to wind up in Hell’s jail?

I often wondered about this filler depiction of hell, but now that I see King Cold describe it, it makes some sense. They get to walk around in their original bodies, but if they step out of line, Pikkon or someone like him will beat the shit out of them, and they just have to take it. Sounds like hell to me.

Pikkon and Goku seem to get along better after this adventure, and Goku is thrilled to meet someone this strong.

I fucking love this episode so much. Let me try to explain why.

Keisuke “Teeth Guy” Masunaga supervising the animation. Good good stuff.

Pikkon’s theme in the dub version. One of the best tracks in the Faulconer score, ironically reserved for what turned out to be a pretty minor character.

Cell returns! I honestly never expected them to bring Cell back, so this was a delightful surprise when I first saw it.

Pikkon clobbers everyone. This was just amazing. None of these old villans are shit anymore, and Pikkon puts them all in their place. Epic beatdown. Cell’s my favorite character, and this final humiliation he suffers is one of my favorite Cell moments.

Goku just being chill about everything. Is Pikkon stronger than Goku? Well Goku’s happy to meet a guy like that. Could Cell cause trouble in the afterlife? No problem. The only real gripe Goku has in this episode is that he didn’t get to ride the big fancy plane that goes to Heaven.

#dragon ball #2019dbliveblog #great saiyaman saga #goku #pikkon #king kai #west kai #grand kai #cell #perfect cell #frieza #recoome #burter #jeice #guldo #goz #mez #king yemma #bubbles #gregory

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firesidefantasy · 5 years

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so last night i realised i had almost hit 500 posts on this account. and then i had the brilliant, genius idea to make a post with 500 facts about monster house for my 500th post.

this was not a genius idea in any way shape or form.

i am not a genius.

but i did it anyway, so now i present to you:

five-hundred-fucking-facts about monster house

enjoy.

KENZI

1) Kenzi was abandoned as a baby 2) She was adopted by Monster House 3) She does not know when her birthday is 4) Her best friend growing up was Toby 5) Kenzi thought she was a vampire when she was a kid 6) She went around biting people’s necks for weeks 7) Kenzi loves photography, Instagram, and modelling 8) She has ran four marathons and six 10ks 9) She has been dying her hair since she was 14 10) Kenzi’s favourite chocolate brand is Cadbury’s 11) She loves cooking and hosting parties 12) She hates being human and wishes she was a monster too 13) She is almost fluent in French 14) Kenzi has no idea what she wants to be when she’s older 15) She never wants to leave Monster House 16) Kenzi is always chewing gum

HARLOW 17) Harlow dyes her hair black 18) She plays drums because her dad told her it was for boys 19) She plays basketball because her dad told her it was for boys 20) Her mum died three years ago and Harlow has never got over it 21) She lives with her dad, their relationship is recovering 22) Harlow won’t leave the house without a beanie 23) She loves video games like overwatch and call of duty 24) She is absolutely shit at video games 25) Doritos are her favourite snack 26) Harlow has lost count of how many cousins she has 27) If she could be any monster, she’d be a vampire 28) She’s in a college band called ‘4am’ 29) They’ve played three actual gigs so far 30) Harlow wants to be in a famous band 31) Harlow does NOT want to ever get a real job 32) She writes a lot of songs 33) Nobody will ever see these songs 34) She hates the beach 35) The only thing she hates more than the beach is spelling errors 36) She also hates vegetables and weather over 20 degrees C 37) She loves the sound of rain and thunder 38) She hoards TV boxsets and prefers them over Netflix 39) She loves antique stores and charity shops 40) She has an impressive vinyl collection

TOBY 41) Toby is bisexual but prefers guy 42) He’s known he was bisexual since discovering Tom Holland 43) His favourite superhero is Iron Man 44) Spider man is a close second 45) Toby wanted to be a superhero when he was a kid 46) Now he wants to be a super villain (#edgyteen) 47) He’s enrolled in school part time 48) Avoiding sunlight makes school difficult 49) The kids at school joke that he’s a vampire because of this 50) They don’t know why that’s so funny 51) He plays bass guitar but never lets anyone else listen 52) Except Matty. Sometimes he joins in with the ‘drums’ 53) Toby loves going to the skate park at night 54) He once wrote a 500 word essay on why the moon is better than the sun 55) He knows every constellation and loves stargazing 56) He loves sitting on his dad’s balcony and watching the stars 57) Toby doesn’t know who his mum is 58) Metal and rock music is his favourite 59) He chews on his finger to satisfy his desire to bite things 60) Sometimes he’s tempted to see if he could bite his finger off 61) He never has 62) Toby loves tomato ketchup 63) Immortality intimidates him 64) He only wears band tee shirts 65) He starts wearing beanies everywhere after meeting Harlow 66) Toby idolises Harlow 67) His favourite food is pancakes with chocolate sauce 68) Kenzi makes him pancakes to apologise after they fight 69) Toby buys her bars of chocolate to apologise 70) Kenzi and Toby bicker a lot 71) They are also best friends 72) Toby’s favourite period of history is the Roman emperors 73) Caligula was his favourite emperor 74) Toby almost turned Kenzi when they were 14 75) He despises pop music 76) Kenzi and Toby fight over nothing more often than pop music 77) Custard makes him want to throw up

KAI 78) Kai has six older sisters 79) He is one of two guys in the witches coven 80) He speaks French and Italian (almost) fluently 81) He volunteers at the local animal shelter 82) He does not get along with his family 83) Kai tries to fit in but he isn’t very good at it 84) He gets very upset if his hair doesn’t look right 85) He struggles with dysphoria but his parents won’t let him get T 86) Kai loves doing jigsaws and watching reality shows 87) He listens to music to drown out his parents arguments 88) His oldest sister Natalia is his favourite 89) She cut his hair and bought him guys clothes after he came out 90) Natalia plays board games with him and helps with homework 91) Kai loves baking - especially banana bread 92) He hates bananas but could eat banana bread all day 93) Being a witch is hard and he’s really really bad at it 94) Kai once turned a dining room chair into a frog 95) He also turned his mother’s earrings into a donkey 96) They never let him keep the animals 97) Pop music and indie rock are his favourites 98) Kai is scared of the dark 99) Science and maths make no sense to him 100) He plans on leaving the witches coven when he’s 18

PHILLIP 101) Philip is a history professor at Seabrooke University 102) He was born in 1893 under the reign of Queen Victoria 103) He campaigned with the suffragettes - and even broke a window once 104) He is a hardcore liberal and despises the conservative party 105) He attended the 1908 summer Olympics held in London 106) He once had a fling with a maid of George V’s 107) Phillip had entered a competition to be on the titanic 108) He was an engineer during world war 2 109) His nose was broken at a protest for women to be given degrees 110) Phillip has been married three times 111) The first died, the second left him for another man 112) The third was a Vegas marriage about 30 years prior 113) Phillip is straight - but he’s experimented extensively in the past 114) He does the newspaper crossword puzzle every morning 115) He bans TV until after 3pm 116) Phillip moved to Monster House in the 70’s 117) He despises the movie ‘Twilight’ above all else 118) He is the one who decided to adopt Kenzi 119) Phillip is essentially in charge of Monster House 120) He adores barbecues with his family 121) He hates Russia, incorrect grammar, and coffee

MATTY 122) Toby brought a stray dog in one day 123) The next morning, a toddler was asleep in their living room 124) Phillip decided to keep him 125) His hobbies include chewing people’s shoes and phone chargers 126) He has broken exactly seven bones 127) There is no soul clumsier than Matty 128) His face is full of freckles and his cheeks are always red 129) He runs everywhere 130) He wants to be a footballer or an astronaut when he’s older 131) Matty breaks Phillip’s morning TV ban so he can watch cartoons 132) His favourite game is fetch 133) Toby created a machine for him that throws a ball over and over 134) Matty hates it - he likes playing with an actual person 135) His wolf form is small, fluffy and a little too blonde 136) Phillip has been assured that he will get less blonde as he grows up 137) Toby once tried to enter him in a dog competition 138) They won £20 and bought the biggest ice creams they could 139) Matty loves porridge almost as much as he loves shoes and Toby 140) He has an imaginary friend called Boris who he blames for everything

CALLIE 141) Callie is half fae and half human 142) Her full name is Calypso, but everybody calls her Callie 143) She cannot tell lies, but is excellent at talking around the truth 144) She’s introverted and shy - but also amazing at public speaking 145) She wants to be a legal aid barrister 146) Her hair is naturally brown but she dyes it red 147) She plays acoustic guitar in 4am - the same band as Harlow 148) Her roommate is a werewolf but she doesn’t know about it yet 149) She has travelled to France and Italy 150) But she wants to travel the world 151) Her bedroom walls are covered in maps 152) She has an emergency supply of snacks in a room at all times 153) Her biggest dream is to have her own library room once day 154) With a secret bookshelf door, of course 155) Her lava lamp and beanbags are her prized possessions 156) She does not have a good relationship with her parents 157) She struggles with insomnia and rarely sleeps 158) Coffee is her one true love 159) She adores long car rides and she adores driving 160) She works part time at a coffee shop 161) Her car is her other prized possession 162) Callie can devour bags of skittles in an instant 163) She forgets everything in her personal life 164) And remembers everything in her academic life 165) She loves fire and will sit and stare at it for hours 166) Sometimes she goes to the local aquarium to study 167) Change is her worst enemy - everything needs to be consistent 168) She has been a straight A student all her life 169) She goes for a long walk every Saturday afternoon 170) Callie writes songs when she’s feeling bad

MILO 171) Hiding antlers in public is the bane of his existence 172) He is part of a group who want to tell humans about monsters 173) Milo does not particularly like humans 174) He has curly blonde hair that is usually a mess 175) One of his eyes is darker blue than the other 176) He loves blanket forts and fairy lights and hot chocolate 177) He has a part time job delivering pizzas 178) This means he gets a discount on pizzas, which he takes advantage of 179) Percy Jackson is the main reason he’s doing a classics degree 180) He enjoys writing fantasy books in his free time 181) He is reasonably fluent in Ancient Greek and Latin 182) ‘Out of Bounds’ signs are a welcoming invitation to Milo 183) He will explore everything and anything 184) Milo wants to travel to South America the most 185) He has two mums 186) They both adore Callie 187) He goes rock climbing in his free time 188) This is so he can climb trees, fences, and monuments better 189) He claims he’s climbed several mountains 190) Callie does not believe this claim 191) He was not raised in Seabrooke and had few monster friends as a kid 192) Milo is a nymph 193) His father is one of his mother’s best friends - also a nymph 194) His ‘father’ taught him to garden and to bake 195) Milo never called him dad - he was always Uncle Barney 196) He loves growing his own flowers 197) Nymph magic allows him to grow the most beautiful plants and flowers 198) It also allows him to bake exceptional cakes and cookies 199) He adores his younger brother and sister 200) He is double jointed and left handed

KENZI AND HARLOW 201) Making out is their favourite pastime 202) Harlow spends most of her free time at Monster House 203) They enjoy joking about how ‘platonic’ their relationship is 204) Kenzi loves cooking for Harlow 205) They spend a lot of time watching TV shows together 206) Stranger Things and Friends were their last binge-watches 207) Harlow is always invited round for Friday Board Game Night 208) Kenzi constantly steals Harlow’s clothes 209) Harlow loves playing with Kenzi’s hair 210) Harlow loves holding Kenzi’s hand 211) Harlow just loves touching Kenzi as much as possible 212) They both have a years pass to the local petting zoo 213) Kenzi goes to all of Harlow’s band gigs and basketball games 214) She wants to set up a cheer leading squad for the basketball team 215) Harlow just wants to see Kenzi in a cheerleader costume 216) Harlow asked Kenzi to be her girlfriend 217) Kenzi said I love you first 218) They’re planning on getting an apartment together after graduating 219) Also a dog 220) Harlow adores getting Kenzi to play (and fail at) video games 221) Kenzi is a massive flirt - Harlow does not appreciate it 222) Harlow once stabbed Kenzi on the hand whilst cooking together 223) Kenzi and Harlow do not cook together 224) They bicker a lot 225) But Harlow adores Kenzi more than anything else, and vice versa

TOBY AND KAI 226) Toby only got the guts to ask Kai out because his dad made him 227) They are polar opposites in just about every way 228) Toby didn’t know what being transgender meant before meeting Kai 229) Toby calls Kai ‘sunshine’ 230) Kai calls Toby ‘grumpy guts’ for the most part 231) They fall asleep on the phone together a lot 232) They also fall asleep in the same bed a lot 232) Kai’s parents do not like vampires so they don’t know about Toby 233) They met through the Monster House toddler group when they were kids 234) They both went to the Monster House study group as kids/teenagers 234) Nowadays, they ‘study’ in Toby’s room instead 235) Kai drove Toby mad up until very recently 236) It wasn’t exactly love at first site 237) Toby threw up on Kai - the hatred only grew from there 238) Over time, Toby developed a soft spot for Kai 239) Nowadays, Kai still drives him crazy, but in a good sorta way 240) They have every intention of moving in together after school ends 241) Kai has a drawer of clothes at Toby’s place 242) Toby has punched six people in defence of Kai 243) One was an eleven year old. He has no regrets 244) Toby frequently takes Kai stargazing 245) Toby also taught him how to skate 246) Kai speaks French to Toby and he loves it 247) Sometimes Kai takes Toby to volunteer at the animal shelter with him 248) Their biggest fights are over pop music and science 249) They plan on getting a turtle when they move in together 250) Kai loves sitting on Toby’s lap 251) He also loves stealing his sweaters 252) He also loves fixing his hair 253) He frequently picks flowers for Toby and spends hours arranging them 254) Kai also loves falling asleep on Toby 255) Toby kisses Kai’s cheek a lot 256) Toby adores Kai, but he rarely admits to it 257) He took Kai to a Troye Sivan concert in February 2019 258) Kai sends Toby selfies a lot throughout the day 259) Toby saves every single one to his phone - but won’t admit to it 260) Toby’s dad r e a l l y wants him to marry Kai

CALLIE AND MILO 261) They met when they were both searching an abandoned church 262) They thought the other was a ghost 263) For the longest time, Callie was ‘ghost girl’ in Milo’s phone 264) Their first date was in Starbucks 265) But they tell people it was back in that abandoned church 266) They are both too terrified to ever go back to that church 267) They have plants to travel the world together 268) Callie’s phone background is Milo and his messy bed head 269) Milo’s background is Callie in one of his sweaters 270) Callie hoards Milo’s sweaters 271) Milo practically lives at Callie’s apartment so he doesn’t mind 272) Callie only really sleeps when she’s with Milo 273) Milo likes playing with her hair while she reads out loud 274) The sound of her voice calms his anxiety 275) Callie frequently plays guitar and sings for Milo 276) He considers himself her number one fan 277) Callie likes listening to him ramble about history and classics 278) She often falls asleep while he talks - he never seems to notice 279) Callie drives Milo everywhere 280) Milo always makes the best road trip playlists and snacks 281) Milo’s mum’s adore Callie 282) They go for family dinner every other Sunday 283) They are going to Greece together over the summer holidays 284) Their opinions on monster politics differ wildly 285) Callie enjoys teaching Milo how to play guitar 286) Milo grows his own flowers to give Callie 287) He also enjoys cooking for her 288) Sometimes he brings her breakfast in bed 289) He usually gets a blowjob in exchange for this 290) They make a game out of fucking in as many places as they can 291) This has included: the grocery store, a church, the forest 292) Milo’s parents frequently bring up marriage 293) They’re both quite content with how things are 294) One day, they’d both like a small wedding in Europe somewhere 295) Zoos, petting farms, and aquariums are their favourite dates 296) Milo is basically Callie’s pillow 297) Callie writes songs for Milo 298) Her parents do not approve of her dating a Nymph 299) Callie’s roommates adore Milo and love that he basically lives there 300) They fight about how much wardrobe space Milo takes up frequently

BACKGROUND CHARACTERS 301) Callie’s roommate is a werewolf 302) She doesn’t know that Callie isn’t human and vice versa 303) Werewolf roommate (Arya)’s family is originally from India 304) Arya loves escape rooms 305) Callie loves petting Arya in wolf form 306) Milo is the only one who questions why there’s a wolf in the kitchen 307) But Milo still feeds Arya-in-wolf-form blueberry muffins 308) Bruce the Minotaur has lived in Monster House forever 309) Nobody really knows where or when Bruce came from 310) He has a very distinctive Greek accent 311) Bruce makes the best waffles 312) And he knits a damn good scarf and woolly socks 313) Which is incidentally what everybody gets for their birthday 314) Sheryl the Siren is like a crazy aunt to the kids in Monster House 315) She auditioned for X Factor once - she didn’t get in 316) Her vocal inspirations are beyonce and mariah carey 317) Sheryl is married to Mary-Anne the Mermaid 318) Mary-Anne lives in the coves behind Monster House 319) Sheryl loves singing for Mary-Anne 320) Maybe it’s the water-clogged ears, but Mary-Anne enjoys the singing 321) They had a beautiful beach wedding twelve years ago 322) Kenzi was a flower girl, Toby was a page boy 323) There is a ghost living in the attic of Monster House 324) It never seems to come out 325) Bruce sits outside the attic door each night to keep it company 326) Sometimes it likes to play drums with pots and pans 327) Nobody really has a name - it’s just ‘the ghost in the attic’ 328) They leave cookies for it at Christmas - they always get eaten 329) Sometimes Matty gets there first 330) Grace the Gorgon is an interior designer 331) She wears a veil-like head cover to hide the snake hair 332) Most humans just assume the head cover/snake hair is a new trend 333) Grace constantly redecorates Monster House 334) The house usually puts everything back overnight 335) Monster House does not like change 336) Grace is a wanted felon for the murder of a man named Perseus 337) Humans seem to be destined to forever walk past Monster House 338) Thus, Grace has never been caught 339) It is rumoured that she was once called Penelope 340) Nobody quite knows what Perseus did to warrant murder 341) Nobody quite trusts Grace with a knife, either

SEABROOKE 342) Seabrooke is a small, sleepy seaside town in southern England 343) It is the suburban hot spot for Monster life 344) Seabrooke has a population of 4,500 345) Around 250 of these are monsters 346) For some reason, Seabrooke has it’s own university 347) Nobody really knows why - it’s possible Phillip had a role in this 348) Seabrooke has two primary schools, a secondary, and a sixth form 349) It gets a lot of tourists during the summer 350) Everybody hates the tourists - especially Monsters

WITCHES COVEN 351) When Bruce the Minotaur gets sick - he can’t be taken to the doctors 352) The Witches Coven is the main place Monsters go when they’re sick 353) Witches are difficult creatures and the Coven are no different 354) If you get on their bad side, they’ll refuse you service 355) The Witches Coven therefore practically run the town 356) There are three families that make up the Coven 357) Admittance is only to witches with the blood of prestigious families 358) Kai is part of the Witches Coven 359) Kai’s family practically runs the Witches Coven 360) There is a lot of tension between the Witches and Phillip 361) Largely because they both have a lot of influence over Seabrooke 362) Regardless, Phillip still genuinely likes Kai 363) The Witches tend to be high maintenance and spoilt 364) The parents are like the worst white suburban soccer mums ever 365) Regardless, they are excellent at healing magic 366) But also excellent at ruining your life 367) They have definitely killed a few monsters - but it cannot be proved

LOCAL NEWSPAPER 368) The Daily Seabrooke is ran by shapeshifters 369) Nobody remembers when the TDS was started 370) Philip adores it for the crosswords 371) Apparently the crosswords are ‘out of this world’ 372) TDS is ran by a group of crazy looking students 373) Of course, they’re shapeshifters, so they’re probably all 1000+ 374) The shapeshifters behind TDS don’t mingle with other monsters 375) At least not as themselves 376) They report on human politics and news as well 377) Only monsters are sold the copies with monster news included 378) Half of TDS is gossip about the people in Seabrooke 379) Nobody is really safe from their snooping 380) Their methods include being a literal fly on the wall 381) Most breakups, Witches Coven drama, and Vamp/Wolf fights are put in 382) TDS is extremely controversial amongst Monsters in Seabrooke 383) Kenzi thinks it’s fucking hilarious

SEABROOKE UNIVERSITY 384) The University is crawling with monster life 385) Several professors are monsters 386) Most notably are Phillip and Steven 387) Phillip teaches Modern History 388) Steven teaches Medieval History 389) Phillip is a Vampire, Steven is a Werewolf 390) They have a competition for who gets History Professor Of The Year 391) This competition frequently gets out of hand 392) Everybody knows about their rivalry, few knows why 393) Nobody knows how long the two have worked there - most say forever 394) That wouldn’t be far from the truth 395) Steven happens to be Arya (Callie’s Roommate)’s father

MONSTER HOUSE 396) Monster House is practically alive 397) It constantly expands and shrinks 398) There are always exactly as many rooms as are necessary 399) Only the first floor can be seen by passersby 400) And they often walk straight past it 401) Ordering pizza is a nightmare 402) It’s like the human brain cannot comprehend where it is 403) Even though it’s in an incredibly obvious location 404) When they do see it, they see only a normal house 405) The construction of the house makes no sense 406) There are rooms hanging over nothing and stairs leading to nowhere 407) Sometimes bedrooms move and finding them is a nightmare 408) The living room and kitchen like to switch places 409) On Monday’s the kitchen is green and nobody knows why 410) It is black and white the rest of the time 411) It is almost impossible to paint or decorate Monster House 412) It prefers to do that itself 413) Somehow the bedrooms always look exactly how they are wanted 414) At least they save on paint - that shit is expensive 415) Unfortunately, Monster House doesn’t clean itself 416) Toby has registered several complaints about this

LULU 417) Lulu’s full name is Lucifer 418) It has been living in the basement since the beginning 419) It has only been seen by four people 420) Phillip and Kenzi are two of those 421) They call it Lulu because Kenzi couldn’t pronounce Lucifer as a kid 422) The nickname kinda stuck 423) Lulu gets fed raw fish every morning 424) They just dump a bucket full down the hatch in the kitchen 425) Sometimes Toby threatens to feed Matty to Lulu 426) This causes Matty to have nightmares and sleep in Toby’s bed 427) So that one kinda backfired on Toby 428) Nobody actually knows what kind of creature Lulu is

MISC. FACTS 429) Harlow’s favourite song is ‘Lights Down Low’ by Max 430) Seabrooke is not on any map - nobody knows why 431) I really regret this 432) Never ever try to write 500 facts it will not be fun 433) Callie’s favourite kind of law is criminal law 434) Particularly fatal offences 435) She also likes land law because she’s fucking weird 436) Kai got into reality TV because of his sisters 437) One of the arcades in Seabrooke is monster themed 438) Toby works there on Saturdays - always taking the night shifts 439) Kai really wants to own his own bakery one day 440) He tried to get the local bakery to hire him but he’s too young 441) Kai also wants to live in France or Italy 442) He also wants to be on reality shows and get a fake tan 443) (Okay. Toby is pretty sure he was joking about that) 444) Kai always has to wish on a lucky star 445) Milo wants to be a published author one day 446) Kai has tried to run away from home twice 447) His parents put a tracking spell on him and found him too fast 448) Toby wishes he could skate at the park with the other kids 449) But he also secretly likes that everyone finds him mysterious 450) Toby used to have a (massive) crush on Kenzi 451) Now they’re both pretty gay 452) Everyone is gay tbh 453) Monsters have no concept of heteronormativity 454) Kenzi’s favourite colour is pink 455) Callie’s favourite animal is an octopus 456) Kai has a picture of him and Toby stuck on his bedroom wall 457) Kai has had a crush on Toby since they were kids 458) Coming out as trans wrecked Kai’s relationship with his parents 459) It is seen as a disgrace for witches to have male sons 460) Men are submissive in witch culture 461) Kai’s parents frequently misname and misgender him 462) The kids at school are much more accepting 463) Kai came out when he was 14 464) Toby has actually been one of his biggest supporters 465) Natalia has been his main supporter as well 466) Toby likes Kai a lot more since he came out 467) Kai feels more real to him now - and irritates him less 468) Toby doesn’t know how long Kai has liked him for 469) Kai is pretty open about being trans 470) Seabrooke is quite accepting, even if his parents aren’t 471) Kenzi is terrified of being rejected by the monster community 472) She really wants Toby to turn her so she can be an actual monster 473) She wears contact lenses so her eyes look purple 474) She doesn’t really like school and puts the bare minimum effort in 475) Harlow is taking four a levels - a difficult thing to do 476) Fuck this was the worst idea 478) Harlow channels her anger out through drumming 479) It’s therapist mandated so her dad cannot stop her 480) Even though he very very much wants to 481) Harlow’s favourite video game is overwatch 482) Her mains are lucio, junk rat, bastion and rein 483) Harlow despises spelling and grammar errors 484) Matty likes stealing Toby’s tee shirts 485) Between Matty & Kai, Toby barely has any clothes left 486) Which is fine as far as Kai’s concerned 487) Matty is like a little brother to Kai 488) Originally, Callie & Arya were part of a polygamous relationship 489) I cut that out, though, because I couldn’t think of a third girl 490) Seabrooke tends to have mild weather 491) During the summer, the heat can spike to 25-30 C max 492) It rarely snows, but it does rain a lot, and there’s a lot of wind 493) Most of the houses in Seabrooke were built 100ish years ago 494) It has a train station - nobody knows why - it’s the last stop 495) There is a Seabrooke museum ran by a vampire and a Fae 496) There is a secret monster section in the back 497) Idle Town by Conan Gray reminds me of Seabrooke 498) As does This Town by Neil Horan (I think that’s the name idk) 499) Fuck you to @livvywrites for not stopping me 500) I am never doing this again

tag list: @livingthelovelylife, @commasinsidequotes, @4kidsopfan, @thatworldinverted, @livvywrites @ravenpuffwriter @the-writer-turned-procrastinor @livingthelovelylife (ask to be added or removed more likely after this shit)

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200 Things About Me (originally 200 Things You Can Put In My Ask)

I got this off of @rami-malek-trash - don’t know who the original poster was, sorry if it’s you. I’m bored and cramping and no one usually sends me asks anyway, so I’m just going to answer all of these myself

200: My crush’s name is: Drew (Now boyfriend, but he was my middle school crush) 199: I was born in: 1986 198: I am really: cool 197: My cellphone company is: T-Mobile 196: My eye color is: green 195: My shoe size is: 9.5/10 194: My ring size is: 9/10 193: My height is: 5′6″ 192: I am allergic to: Nothing 191: My 1st car was: 2001 PT Cruiser 190: My 1st job was: Server at a local pizzeria 189: Last book you read: Startalk: Everything You Ever Need to Know About Space Travel, Sci-Fi, the Human Race, the Universe, and Beyond by Neil DeGrasse Tyson 188: My bed is: Not very comfortable. I need a new mattress, but I need a job first. 187: My pet: A siamese cat named Chico. 186: My best friend: Amanda 185: My favorite shampoo is: I like using Aussie 2-in-1, I also like using Shimmer Lights occasionally so I can keep my gray hairs nice and shiny. 184: Xbox or ps3: PS3 183: Piggy banks are: Cool. I have one that counts my change lol 182: In my pockets: Nothing because they hate putting usable pockets in women’s pants. 181: On my calendar: I marked where I started my period yesterday, and my boyfriends 32nd birthday is next Tuesday. 180: Marriage is: Something I want everyone to have the option for if they want it. 179: Spongebob can: use his imagination 178: My mom: is amazing! 177: The last three songs I bought were? Cool and Sucker by The Jonas Brothers, Don’t really buy many singles, just albums if I’m interested and their cheap. 176: Last YouTube video watched: Brooke Candy - Paper or Plastic 175: How many cousins do you have? Too many to remember 174: Do you have any siblings? Yes, an older brother and older half-sister. 173: Are your parents divorced? Yes, they divorced back in 1999 172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes. We used to be the same height, but gravity has taken a hold of her and squashed her down. 171: Do you play an instrument? I used to play the trombone in middle school, but that was 20 years ago. I’m sure if I ever got my hands on one again, I might remember a scale or two. 170: What did you do yesterday? Went around town job hunting and then bought a maxi dress at a local craft store. [ I Believe In ] 169: Love at first sight:Yes 168: Luck: Yes 167: Fate: Yes 166: Yourself: Sometimes 165: Aliens: Yes 164: Heaven: Yes and No 163: Hell: We live there now. 162: God: No 161: Horoscopes: Yes 160: Soul mates: Yes 159: Ghosts: Yes 158: Gay Marriage: Yes 157: War: No 156: Orbs: Yes/No 155: Magic: Yes [ This or That ] 154: Hugs or Kisses: Kisses 153: Drunk or High: High 152: Phone or Online: Online 151: Red heads or Black haired: Black haired 150: Blondes or Brunettes: Brunette 149: Hot or cold: Cold 148: Summer or winter: Winter 147: Autumn or Spring: Autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla:Chocolate 145: Night or Day: Night 144: Oranges or Apples: Apples 143: Curly or Straight hair: Curly 142: McDonalds or Burger King: McDonalds 141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk Chocolate 140: Mac or PC: PC 139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip Flops 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Sweet and Poor 137: Coke or Pepsi: Always been a Pepsi girl 136: Hillary or Obama: Obama 135: Burried or cremated: Cremated and turned into a tree or my ashes made into a vinyl 134: Singing or Dancing: Singing 133: Coach or Chanel: Neither 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: Katherine McPhee 131: Small town or Big city: Small Town 130: Wal-Mart or Target: Target 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Ben Stiller 128: Manicure or Pedicure: Mani 127: East Coast or West Coast: East Coast - never been to the West Coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Birthday because it sometimes falls on Thanksgiving. 125: Chocolate or Flowers: Chocolate 124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney 123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither, Cubbies til the day I die. [ Here’s What I Think About ] 122: War: Pointless 121: George Bush: Better than the asshat in office now. 120: Gay Marriage: If I can get married to my boyfriend, the my friend Jerry should be able to get married to his boyfriend, Josh. 119: The presidential election: I hate that orange buffoon. 118: Abortion: I’m pro-choice. 117: MySpace: Always had trouble figuring out my Top 8 and what background I wanted to use. 116: Reality TV: Only thing I really watch are cooking competitions. Those are the only ones that matter. Not a fan of the Kardashians or the Bachelor/ette bullcrap. 115: Parents: My mom is amazing, my ‘dad’ was never really there. 114: Back stabbers: Asshats 113: Ebay: Hardly use it. 112: Facebook: Good to stay in touch with people you want to/some of the groups on there are awesome. 111: Work: Don’t have a job as of yet. *keeps fingers crossed I hear back from someone soon* 110: My Neighbors: Loud AF and nasty. I live in an apartment and the neighbors upstairs have so many kids and animals up there it’s ridiculous. I wish they’d leave. 109: Gas Prices: Ridiculous, but not as bad as I’ve seen it before. 108: Designer Clothes: Meh, not my style unless I find something in my size at Goodwill. 107: College: Been there, done that. Not really for me. Never graduated. 106: Sports: I like watching them, mainly baseball and basketball. The NFL can go fuck themselves. 105: My family: Love my blood relatives and my chosen family. 104: The future: It’s so bright, I gotta wear shades. [ Last time I ] 103: Hugged someone: last night when my boyfriend came over and brought me my phone charger. 102: Last time you ate: An hour ago. 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: At my bestie’s baby shower. 100: Cried in front of someone: Sometime last week 99: Went to a movie theater: When Endgame came out 98: Took a vacation: 2010 97: Swam in a pool: A few summers ago 96: Changed a diaper: 2007? 95: Got my nails done: 2007? 94: Went to a wedding: 1999 93: Broke a bone: Never *keeps fingers crossed* 92: Got a peircing: 2012? 91: Broke the law: I probably broke the speed limit yesterday at some point. 90: Texted: about 2am this morning. [ MISC ] 89: Who makes you laugh the most: My bestie Amanda and boyfriend Drew 88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my cat. 87: The last movie I saw: Ant-Man 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: getting a job 85: The thing im not looking forward to: Interviewing for a job 84: People call me: loyal 83: The most difficult thing to do is: finding a job 82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: Yep, 77 in a 55. 81: My zodiac sign is: Sun - Sagittarius, Moon - Leo

80: The first person i talked to today was: If you count texting my boyfriend at 2am, then him. 79: First time you had a crush: Sometime in Elemetary School. 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my mom 77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday 76: Right now I am talking to: myself 75: What are you going to do when you grow up: I have no clue 74: I have/will get a job: soon 73: Tomorrow: Never Comes 72: Today: Is the day 71: Next Summer: Not here 70: Next Weekend: I have no clue 69: I have these pets: 12 year old 17 lb cat named Striper. 68: The worst sound in the world: My cat hacking up a hairball. 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: myself 66: People that make you happy: my mom, brother, sister-in-law, boyfriend, best friend. 65: Last time I cried: sometime last week 64: My friends are: amazing 63: My computer is: pretty cool and loaded up with Sims stuff. 62: My School: I don’t go to school anymore. 61: My Car: gets me there. 60: I lose all respect for people who: disrespect me or my loved one. 59: The movie I cried at was: Endgame 58: Your hair color is: salt & pepper 57: TV shows you watch: Legends of Tomorrow, Worst Cooks in America, Any cooking show really. 56: Favorite web site: Tumblr 55: Your dream vacation: Somewhere away from my town 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: when I had that ovarian cyst. 53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium 52: My room is: messy 51: My favorite celebrity is: too many to list 50: Where would you like to be: in bed 49: Do you want children: nope 48: Ever been in love: yes 47: Who’s your best friend: Amanda 46: More guy friends or girl friends: About the same. 45: One thing that makes you feel great is: music 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my grandma 43: Do you have a 5 year plan: I don’t even have a 5 minute plan 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: Kinda, not really 41: Have you pre-named your children: Nope 40: Last person I got mad at: The Dump, but that’s a daily thing. 39: I would like to move to: out of the US 38: I wish I was a professional: crocheter/crafter [ My Favorites ] 37: Candy: Butterfinger Cups 36: Vehicle: Don’t really have one 35: President: Barack Obama 34: State visited: Pennsylvania 33: Cellphone provider: Always been with T-Mobile 32: Athlete: Anthony Rizzo 31: Actor: Tom Hanks 30: Actress: Sandra Bullock 29: Singer: Freddie Mercury 28: Band: Queen 27: Clothing store: Lane Bryant 26: Grocery store: Aldi 25: TV show: Don’t really have one 24: Movie: Too many to count 23: Website: This black hole of a site 22: Animal: Cat 21: Theme park: Don’t really have one. I did enjoy Six Flags over Georgia when I went back in 2002. Dollywood is always fun but it’s been even longer than that since I’ve been there. 20: Holiday: Halloween 19: Sport to watch: Baseball 18: Sport to play: Nothing. 17: Magazine: Entertainment Weekly 16: Book: Harry Potter 15: Day of the week: Thursday 14: Beach: Virginia Beach 13: Concert attended: Jonas Brothers in VA Beach 12: Thing to cook: bacon 11: Food: bacon 10: Restaurant: Hmmm....don’t know that one. 9: Radio station: Classic Hits 102.7...hardly any commercials and they tell you the artist and song title after every song. 70s, 80s, and 90s songs. 8: Yankee candle scent: Don’t have one 7: Perfume: The scented oils from a local curiosity shop have some of my fave scents. 6: Flower: Iris 5: Color: Blue 4: Talk show host: Jimmy Fallon 3: Comedian: I’ve got several 2: Dog breed: Corgi 1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes.

#personal #200 things about me #bored #cramping #I need some sleep but can't sleep #period brain

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Sango Pt 2- Thranduil Prompt Request

Pt 1

Can I do another request based off the last one a continuation with 185 and 186 ? Lol I told you I get hooked on your writing lol. Maybe have her say ok well now that were done here let's go kill a balrog cant be all that different then a dragon

Can I add 190 for the continuation too ? I think that would fit. Ugh I love it

I just see thranduil not willing or wanting her to leave. Like ever. " you’re mine, where you go I go."

“Be with me.”

“I’m vulnerable around you, and it only gets worse when you smile.”

“I’m surrendering myself to you; body and soul. What more do you want?”

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“How did you escape my Kingdom, again?” Your smirk flashed through his mind once again as Thranduil laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling trying to figure out just what your intentions were. You’d been so faithful to this ragged band of Dwarves and an odd Hobbit who had wandered so far from home. His life had been in your hands more than once and even as near strangers you had faced countless blows in his place to protect him and his kin. Since your first meeting the living puzzle you had become seemed to only grow more difficult by the minute.

With a sigh his eyes closed for a moment as he listened to the final touches being placed on the celebration floors below, soon after his mind had wandered to your actions post battle. After scrubbing clean and changing his walk to the garden venue housing the celebration he’d paused at the soft humming from a garden on the way, unable to place the tune he curiously followed it. Just past a row of azaleas he paused at your slumbering figure in the middle of a patch of grass coated in the grass growing around you with a few blooming daisies in the midst.

Under the bright moonlight above he joined the on-looking group of Elves all taking notice of your now brightly glowing chain and lace tattoo coating your formerly injured foot and ankle with swirling designs of dots coating the other. Paired with a set of swirls surrounding your knees matching the set across your eyebrows reaching down to meet the rows of dots under your eyes and ears matching the ones over the backs of your fingers and hands reaching a set of swirls around your wrists. A soft gasp left him at the glowing markers placing you as from the Years of the Lamps, before the Two Trees were sprouted and fell forming the Sun and Moon under Yavanna and Aule’s crafting.

Stepping closer your mystery grew as he eyed your baggy thickly woven sweater in a deep violet over a pair of shockingly short shorts exposing most of your thighs that seemed to scream at him to gently stroke them, testing the silkiness of your skin. Averting his gaze back to your face he moved to your side crouching down, easing his hand under your propped up legs he held to his side while his other hand curled around the back of your neck raising you up to rest against his chest as he mumbled, “Broken ribs and you sleep in the gardens…”

Gently he raised you, straightened then turned feeling your long wall of curls settle over the back of his hand while he tried to remain calm at your soft sigh through your head nuzzling closer to his cheek. Along the way he felt the eyes of all he crossed, first at your place in his arms, something they had all adjusted to at his obvious attachment to you he had yet to understand, and secondly at your markings placing you at an age far surpassing their King leading them to wonder at who you really were and why Gandalf had brought you into the Dwarven Journey. No matter what his reasons were, or who you had once been he would never let you go, not without breaking again. Slowly he had pieced himself together after the great losses he and his kin had faced, but that first smile from you had stolen something from him, something he couldn’t place. Something he knew he could never get back, one he knew he could never live without, so helplessly to you he had clung on dreading each day bringing the Dwarves closer to completing their mountain.

With you safely in bed he settled into his after his checking on the details for the celebration, still feeling your skin against his and the soft sigh leaving you at your turn over to cling onto a pillow he greatly wished to take the place of. All night he had gone over every detail of you and the short time you’d had together, then groaned at his door opening. A chuckle from the doorway opened his eyes to find his Son entering with a grin on his path to sit beside him on the bed to share the news of his latest rounds.

“All clear, so far no more signs of nests. Heard a few whispers from Radagast through the trees of the Southern Wood are stirring, mentioned Ents are on the move.”

Thranduil nodded sitting up against his pillows he piled up behind him, “Wonder what they would be wanting here past complaining again at my mishandling the woods.”

Legolas chuckled curling one of his legs before him on the bed, “Oh it can’t be that bad. Should be nice to see them again. Who knows, perhaps Miss Pear hasn’t seen them yet.”

Thranduil smiled at his Son softly, “Or she has, who can be certain.” His eyes shifted to the door at a soft knock sounding through it.

With another chuckle Legolas replied, “Don’t be like that. I’m certain if she was here before the Trees she’s probably forgotten by some injury or an enchantment on her.”

Looking at the still unopened door through his soft sigh Thranduil stated, “Come in.” Glancing back at his Son wondering what detained the servant or guard from simply entering as usual. His answer coming as a rush of racing steps ended with your landing on your knees at his side widening his eyes while the Prince chuckled at your bright smile and terribly crooked loose braid landing over your shoulder with a soft giggle. Through that the shirtless King inhaled deeply trying to remain calm at his uncovered state before you.

Before he could say anything you glanced between the pair before locking eyes with the King again saying, “So, I know it’s a bit early, and you’ve probably got tons to do with your celebration and all, but I was wondering, you’ve invited the Company correct?”

He nodded, “Yes. It would be rather rude not to.” His eyes scanned over your sweater asking, “You looked over the gowns my Seamstresses selected for you?”

You nodded, “They said the maroon one suited me best.”

His brow rose, “Maroon? You should give the blue or silver one another glance. Those shades are far more fitting to your rank. Why they would add a maroon one I’ll never know. I will discuss that with them. It won’t happen again.”

“What’s wrong with maroon?”

Your eyes moved to Legolas as he stated, “Maroon is typically worn by lower level Elves in these lands.”

You shrugged at them, “Then why shouldn’t I wear it? I’m no one past a contracted guide for Thorin.”

Thranduil raised a brow, “Through your actions Thorin has granted you the title of Lady.”

With a giggle you replied, “Why would he go and do that? What a pitiful noble I’ll make.”

Legolas, “Not true. Eccentric, but then again we’re a bit odd all of us.”

Thranduil, “Besides, you’re from the Years of the Lamps by your markings under moonlight, reason enough for a title. One I am backing against any opposition.” After another inhale he stated, “I would like to see your contract, if you have a copy, if not I can always request one from Thorin.”

“It’s in my bag. Anyways. My question.”

“Yes, the Company is attending.”

“No, not that one, my other question.” His brow rose, “Well I heard the kitchens are done being used for the cooking and baking and whatnot, so I was wondering if I might possibly be able to use some of your left over supplies to bake something, for Bilbo, it’s his Birthday tomorrow. If you don’t mind of course, if not I can, draw him something I guess, I still have a few sheets in my sketch journal I think.”

Legolas smirked at you, “You bake?”

You nodded, “Not professionally, but I dabble a bit.”

Your eyes shifted to Thranduil as he stated, “If that’s what you wish to do, then feel free to use any supplies you wish, if any stand in your way tell them to come speak to me.”

His brow ticked up at your soft squeak before you had stolen a tight hug, looping your arms around his neck planting your lips on his cheek then darting away just as fast, running across the bed and towards the door as you said, “Thank you! And I’ll do the same for yours if you like too!”

Unable to accept your offer he looked towards the doorway still feeling the warmth of your body pressing against him and his cheek where your lips had planted so firmly and briefly. A chuckle form the Prince broke his swirling thoughts before he said, “I’m surprised we haven’t seen a bell in her hair yet.”

“I…”

Another chuckle sounded, “That’s two kisses to your cheek now Ada.”

“Why would you assume-.”

Legolas chuckled again, rolling his eyes, “Of course Ada. I am imagining things. That’s why her squeaking hug drew a flash of a smile from you.” Inhaling again he eyed his Son then broke and chuckled at the lunging hug Legolas had claimed from him, pecking him on the cheek opposite from where your lips had landed. His chuckle drawing one from the King as he pulled back rising to his feet, casually walking to the door saying, “I’ll ensure no one interrupts Naneth and her baking.” His wink earning an eye roll from Thranduil who settled back to his thought only to rise himself at the notion of witnessing your skills for himself.

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Fully dressed after being detained for a few last minute details he edged his way through the crowded kitchen spotting you over the heads of the servant gathered in the doorways and cutouts in the walls of the massive room. His eyes scanned over the long counter you had selected before looking over your rolled up sleeves and braid pulled back in a bun, a strange bag twisted in your hand easing a stunningly green coating over the small dome shaped cake on top of a larger rectangular one. With parted lips he watched the seemingly grass coated mound forming as you traced a door on the front of it while his eyes settled on your near enamored gaze through your task. A soft giggle left you at its completion before you moved to the stove shifting a covered pan you let air out before moving to a row of small cakes resting on a rack to cool. All eyes watched as you stirred and drizzled the mixture over the cakes leaving them with a shining coat before you moved to soak that pan after claiming a swipe of the remnants with your pinky finger releasing a pleased hum.

Nipping at your lip you moved to grab the mixing bowl beside the set aside ingredients and fresh whisk, within minutes you had filled another piping bag drawing the King closer to you through the crowds. When you shifted the cakes from the racks at their coating drying after collecting another piping bag you had set aside he dipped a finger into the cake pan under the rack tasting the coating, a dark chocolate with a hint of cherries. Raising his eyes he glanced at you again as you softly stated, “You’ll have to tie your hair back.” To which he complied as it allowed him to move to your side with Legolas, bearing an identical bun, claiming your other side looking over the sketch of Bree. Then the next ones with the three trolls, Thorin with his sword, Rivendell, Goblin tunnels, the Thunder Battle, Beorn’s, a Spider then the Palace with a white stag followed by Laketown, Dale and Erebor with another resembling the map and key all in white chocolate drizzle. Carefully after you grabbed the other bag adding a decorative border in S’s all around the tops in the same green left over from before, when complete you shifted those into a swirling line on the top of the large rectangular cake forming a pathway atop the tray.

When complete a group of kitchen servants helped transfer the tray to a rolling cart to be moved out of the way into the chilling pantry assuring its safety until the unveiling. Turning your head you eyed the King and Prince sampling more of your toppings and the few scrapings you had set aside widening your smile as you helped collect your used supplies the servants insisted on scrubbing in your place after requesting lessons on your few baking tricks you had learned. With an agreeing nod you joined the pleased King and Prince on their path to the King’s study at his request as he stated, “I looked over the copy of your contract you have.”

“I told you, it only lasted through reclaiming the mountain and my claiming my portion of the treasure.”

He glanced at you, “And yet you still are expected to move into the mountain by the Company.”

You smirked up at him, “Is it so unbelievable that we might actually have grown to be like a family?”

Meeting your gaze he asked, “You wouldn’t wish to be among Elves over mortals?”

With a giggle you replied, “Aside from you two and Tauriel the rest of your kin are strangers to me here, all polite, but so different from me.”

Legolas, “You are older than nearly all of the Elves here I believe.”

“Again with the old thing.” Thranduil glanced at you, “I might not remember my childhood but I can’t be more than thirty at the most. Back there I was just a receptionist in a dojo. Nothing special.”

Thranduil, “Receptionist?”

Legolas, “Dojo?”

You nodded and exhaled before explaining the pair of terms, to which Thranduil replied, “Leader of a fighting school. Far from low status.”

“No,” you settled into the seat he offered as Legolas passed you the tea he’d offered. “Women aren’t allowed to run Dojo’s where I’m from. I merely answer calls and fill out paperwork for members and supplies needed and accept packages between cleaning the bathrooms and fetching lunch for the instructors.”

Thranduil nodded, “Only a leader would go to all that trouble. Sounds like you were behind every decision happening there.”

“All of that I did for minimum wage and a tiny cramped room in the back. I imagine a great number of your servants here live better than I did.”

His lips parted, “Either way, you’ve got a title now, and will be living far differently.”

Rolling your eyes you finished your tea, “As if a title actually means something to me after where I’m from.” He watched you lower the cup in your hands to the table before you as you asked, “So is there set of rules I’m supposed to follow around you two? Back home they all seemed a bit frivolous to me concerning our Royals.”

“Such as?” He raised his cup taking a sip.

“For one you aren’t allowed to speak unless spoken to by the King first.” He nodded, “When meeting the King you have to wait to be announced, usually he’s waiting at the end of a carpet when you’re presented. You bow before you reach the carpet then reach it waiting until spoken to, when he’s done with you, you bow, walk backwards three steps bowing again before you can turn away from him.”

Legolas, “Bit unusual but not far from ours, what rules are pertaining greeting the Queen?”

“Um, that depends on if she inherited the crown or if she married the King.”

Thranduil lowered his cup to the table asking, “The difference?”

“Well, in most of the world back there women are still seen as mainly property.” Their jaws clenched at the notion of what that could entail for you, “I lived in one of the most lenient countries for laws concerning women. We can mostly do as we please, even allowed to vote and earn our own wages, but as always men are at the top of the food chain and most never let us forget it.” Ignoring their ragged inhales you continued, “As for marrying Kings the Queen stays in her assigned rooms under guard and with approved ladies maids to keep her company and assure her needs are seen to.”

Legolas, “The King doesn’t handle that?”

You met his gaze, “The King mainly shares a meal, possibly two with her between his duties and if he wishes to he visits her room at night for heirs or company if he’s not wishing to be with one of his mistresses.”

Thranduil nearly glared at you through asking, “Mistresses?!”

You nodded meeting his gaze, “Women are easy to come by for Kings, I’m sure you’ve both had your fair share of offers.”

Thranduil exhaled shakily, “We most certainly have not. For Elves and Dwarves alike we choose one to marry and remain faithful to them. There is no temptation when we’ve bonded, even for Men here they rarely take lovers without remaining loyal to them. Why would you assume we’ve had offers of any sort?”

“You’re a King. Power attracts others like moths to a flame, women use what they have to offer to gain standing for themselves and their families. When you’re in the King’s favor you live well. Something you don’t have to go into detail about, Thorin and the others seemed to get into a heated state for nearly a month when I first brought it up.”

Thranduil, “I take it that’s why they were so upset to part with you.”

“It seems in all my naïve ways they were trying to assure my safety or maintaining my standing among them or at least being there to cushion the blow at my unintentional insults to others.”

Legolas smiled at you, “Well you’ve not insulted anyone here.”

Thranduil, “Have you had an audience with many Kings in your world?”

You shook your head, “No, my country elected its leaders, no Kings and they’re only in power for eight years at the most.”

Legolas, “Ah so you’ve studied other countries’ traditions on Royals then.” You nodded, “So, the Queens marrying into royalty, what tasks do they hold?”

“Smiling, waving, greeting children, visiting schools where they give lectures about eating healthy. Spending time at charities, dressing up for events, mainly just a figure head beside the King to look presentable at his side and provide heirs.” Leaning forward Thranduil propped his chin in his palm with arms resting on the table between you trying not to shout at the terrible treatment a woman of such rank would face.

Thranduil, “The King, he would at least see to her proper respect?”

“Depends on the King. Mostly in the older times and stricter countries they live separately, with the Queen being completely ready to cater to the King’s every desire.”

Thranduil, “Is that how you believe Kings here to be?”

“I’ve only met you, Dain and Thorin, so far you’ve seemed the polar opposite, though I trust I’ve pressed your boundaries more than once at least.”

Thranduil, “Your befriending Thorin I understand, you fetch a tidy sum-.”

With a scoff you replied, “I would have done it for free, he insisted on payment.” He raised a brow, “I know you wouldn’t understand, but I’d do the same for you if need be. You may not trust me but I simply wanted to know the great Kings and rulers in the world I’d read so much about. Worth more than any amount of gold or jewels in these lands.” His brow rose again as he locked his gaze on yours seeing clearly the truth behind your words.

Wetting his lips he glanced at the contract before him remembering an older question he’d wanted an answer to, lowering his arms he asked, “Your contract, you signed it with an E before your name?”

You nodded, “Ya, Jaqiearae is my middle name, my first name tends to bring me a lot of ridicule.”

His brow rose, “I doubt it could.”

Legolas, “What is it?”

With a sigh you replied, “Do they have nymphs here?” They both nodded, “Well in my old world there’s a fable of Echo and Narcissus.”

With widening eyes and parting lips Thranduil repeated, “You said Echo?” You nodded.

Legolas nudged the King’s elbow with his, “What is the fable?” Looking up you smiled at Tauriel as she brought in a message from Lothlorien the King set aside allowing her to remain for your tale.

“Firstly, there’s a prophet Tiresias, who a woman, Liriope consults about her Son, Narcissus, asking if he’ll live to an old age. He replies ‘only if he never knows himself.’

When Narcissus is 16 he’s spotted by a Mountain Nymph, Echo, a breath taking female whose only downfall is she talks too much. When the King of the Gods Zeus is out looking for a Nymph to romance his Wife Hera goes after him.” Through this you could see Thranduil’s hand clenching into a fist. “After she gets detained by Echo’s banter Zeus escapes and Hera punishes Echo by cursing her, taking her voice, to only repeat what she hears. And after this when Echo sees Narcissus she falls helplessly for him unable to say a word, simply following him around the forest waiting for him to speak.

One day he lost track of his hunting buddies and calls out hoping they will hear him, Echo gets incredibly excited and claims the chance to repeat his words back to him. Starting a strange conversation ending with Narcissus’ offer to ‘get together’, to which Echo repeats it and leaps out of a bush ready to sleep with him, but he is freaked out and yells at her ‘I would die before I let you have me.’

Echo runs away crying and hides in a cave, feeling ashamed and unwanted she remains hidden continuing to pine over him no matter how long she waits her love doesn’t fade. Until over time her body fades away to dust leaving only her voice that wanders around the world repeating what it hears.” At this Tauriel sat down mournfully with lips parted at your namesake’s suffering.

“Narcissus through all this has many other admirers whom all he turns down, still hunting when he can, when his pride against taking a lover finally does him in. One of the admirers pleas to the gods for justice and Nemesis the goddess of vengeance answers. Narcissus grew thirsty from hunting he stumbles upon a clearing with a crystal clear pool untouched for years by any creature, tall grass and plenty of trees for shade, obviously a trap, but he kneels by the water for a drink spots a young man looking back at him and falls helplessly in love with his reflection.

First he doesn’t realize it’s his reflection, tries to reach out and kiss the image, dipping his arms into the water trying to hold onto his new love, nothing works obviously. Confused he tries to convince it to love him in return, bragging about the nymphs and young girls have fallen for him. Over time he keeps trying, believing at first the figure speaks when he does saying nothing simply because he cares in return, but through his obsession he remains, slowly starving. Eventually he finds out it’s his reflection, there’s two versions, one where he starves and another where he stabs himself. But in the end of both he cries out, ‘Alas’ which Echo repeats before he continues, ‘Farewell, dear boy. Beloved in vain.’ Echo repeats his words as he lays down and dies.

Young girls and nymphs all over the world mourn him, building a pyre so they can burn his body, but when they go to look for it all they find is a flower, the Narcissus flower, or the Daffodil. And that’s it, quite a choice to name a child after.”

Tauriel said in a breathy downcast tone, “That’s such a sad tale.”

Legolas, “There’s nothing more of Echo past that?” You shook your head.

Thranduil, “In this world, there is another Echo. Sister of Lord Ecthellion Lord of the Fountains.”

You giggled softly, “Thank you for the compliment, but I doubt she’d be pleased being mistaken for anyone like me.”

Thranduil, “You would be exactly the sort any Elf Lord of his standing would love to claim as a Sister if possible.”

Legolas met his gaze, “We should write to Lord Glorfindel then, he would know for certain if it was you.”

You met his gaze with a curious expression, “Because they were such great friends?”

Thranduil, “It’s told Glorfidel assisted Ecthelion in raising his younger Sister, both claiming you as theirs to protect.”

“What happened to her? I don’t remember reading anything of any Echo in Tolkien’s tales.”

Thranduil, “When your Brother stood against the Balrog it was because it had you gripped tightly in its hand. He fought to free you.”

“So, she died?”

Legolas shook his head, “At the last blow you were knocked free, but a dragon grabbed you and took off. Glorfindel searched for ages. All the dragons found were questioned with only news that you had managed to wander away when your captor was sleeping. No trace of you was found.”

“Ah, the infamous vanishing of Elleths act, quite common in Tolkien’s tales, men’s deaths and exile get detailed greatly but the women…”

Thranduil, “I am certain this Tolkien had merely missed the chance to fill out your tale correctly.” Causing you to raise a brow, “Either way, Lady Echo.”

“Jaqi.”

Narrowing his eyes playfully he repeated, “Lady Echo, we should see to your gown.” He rose to his feet and walked around the table offering you his hand, with a sigh you accepted the help up and followed him and the Prince to your room with Tauriel grabbing the message and tagging along. Rolling your eyes you crossed your arms as they looked over the racks of gowns with a few being held up to you and your body before being hung up again.

…

Coated in a silver shimmering layered gown the King had settled on matching his and the Prince’s choices for the evening you eyed the tall mirror along your wall turning your head at the gem coated circlet with several looped chains dangling from it bearing jeweled beads resting over your freely hanging lower half of your black curls. Your only thought being that you would most likely spend hours trying to untangle it before you could finally go to bed, deciding you’d leave unlacing this flowing gown till the morning and just collapse on the bed when your hair was free. But tilting your head and hands towards the mirror you eyed the glowing lines growing across your skin in the rising moonlight curious how back home they’d never appeared.

A knock at your door signaled Tauriel to enter in a deep green gown of her own eyeing you with a pleased grin, bowing her head to you and turned at your reaching her to lead you to the outdoor ballroom. On the way a pair of flowing robes joined your sides, the Prince and King both offered you their elbows to escort you to your seat then turned to welcome the Dwarves and Bilbo all arriving for the celebration, eagerly scanning the decorations and Elven crowd before reaching you for pleased scans over your appearance between tight chuckle filled hugs. Claiming your seat again you eyed the crowds through Thranduil’s annual speech before the music began with your timidly joining the King out for the first dance. At his facing you his eyes narrowed playfully at your weak glare as you mumbled, “You owe me for this.”

He chuckled lowly accepting your hands for the traditional hold in one of the few dances the pair had taught you since your imprisonment in the Elven Kingdom. But somehow you managed it between being passed between the pair while the King claimed his usual assigned dances with other Ladies of his court leaving you giggling in the Prince’s hushed reminders of the steps between your fumbled attempts at newer dances. Though soon enough you’d been claimed by each of the Dwarves and even Bilbo for a dance each before the food was set out. With the arrivals of the desserts you eyed the treats you’d taught the cooks how to create in small cakes for each Elf and Dwarf there as you slipped out to check on your surprise.

An eager squeak left you as you approached Bilbo while two Elves claimed the task of rolling out the cart coated with your gift, his grin inched wider nervously at your approach having already had small gifts sprung on him by the Company through the day. Wetting his lips he answered as you said, “Bilbo, I know Hobbits usually give gifts on their birthdays but I just couldn’t let yours pass without a gift of my own.”

His smile grew at your biting your lip again as he rose and felt his mouth drop open at the intricate replica of his home and your path along the way. Covering his mouth he looked up at you as you said, “I thought you might want a piece of home.”

Tears filled his eyes as he walked around the table crashing into you in a tight hug drawing a pleased giggle from you as he mumbled against your shoulder, “Thank you! I love it!”

When he pulled back he turned eyeing it closely as you pointed out each cake and its flavors before he took a slice of the mound for himself, smiling at the differing flavors marking the floor plan you had hidden inside and passed out each of the smaller cakes to the Company behind him before the large rectangular base was sliced up and divided between the rest of you in the King’s tables. After the cakes were finished dancing was started again finding you back in the grip of the Elf King who couldn’t help but smile as the wine sank in clouding his presumed frightened or angered reaction to your offer to aid in the reclamation of Moria at Dain’s suggested quest.

With another twirl you settled back in the Elf King’s hold as he tried to hold his same velvety commanding tone, “You are not going-.”

Your creeping smile broke his words as his eyes locked on yours getting lost in the shimmering purple pools surrounding the glowing silver flecks inside them, “You’re forgetting my prior successful escapes there Dew Drop.”

An awkward chuckle left him at your nickname through his partial smirk, “You are not going without me.”

Playfully you quipped back, “Oh really? And why is that?”

Firmly his hand gripped yours leading you through the drunken crowds ignorant to your parting, wetting your lips you followed him through an unknown area of the palace you’d yet to be led through to a dusty abandoned ballroom with a mural of a glowing city stirring a prickling in the back of your mind close to a stirring memory. Your mind silenced at the King closing the door behind you and his turn to face you stating, “You are not leaving without me. You are mine, where you go I go.”

Your brow rose through your giggle, “Really, I belong to you now? Not close to what you were trying to say earlier.”

With a huff he replied, “That’s not-“ With a groan he continued, “You are so willing to abandon your kin to be with the Company!”

Tilting your head slightly you fired back raising your voice as you carried on, “And just who said I was abandoning anything? I can’t choose with whom I live? Just what would you have me do, since my very decision seems to trouble you endlessly?!”

In a clear shout back at you he replied, “Be with me!” Your lips parted as he closed his eyes inhaling deeply to calm himself down after spotting your flinch at his raised tone. Opening his eyes again he exhaled slowly extending his hands at his side marking his peaceful intentions with you as he watched the hint of fear in your eyes dim, and yet doing nothing for the stab in his chest at having inflicted such a worry in you for your safety. “I will go with you, to Moria, but then we are coming back here.” He exhaled again taking a step closer to you spotting your fingers curl around the ends of your sleeves halting his path to you. “You are infinitely far from a possession or prisoner. I want nothing more than your safety and happiness. By your own words you have no memories of growing, for all you know you could have wandered your way into that cruel world and lost your memories. You deserve more than to see the mortals around you fade while you fill some aimless role in their kingdom.”

“So I’m no prisoner or possession, and yet you still order me about?” His lips parted but closed again at your hint of a smirk and playful gaze, “And just what role would I be filling here, it seems all of yours are filled already. Besides, what if this Lord Glorfindel discovers I’m not the Lady you assume I am?” His brow quirked up at your soft, “Hmm?”

“That matters little. You have a title now, just as you did then. I know you must be her. Even if you weren’t it matters little.” Looking him over and his backtracking circle he made both verbally and physically as his mind raced as what to say next, his eyes landed on you again stirring a hint of a smile he fought against showing, “Don’t you smile.”

Beaming widely at him you caught his brow twitching as the corners of his lips quirked up, “Why not? Your Majesty?” Your step closer to him caused another inhale from him before he swallowed dryly. “Why shouldn’t I smile?”

His eyes scanned lower to his chest following your finger’s path to straighten the jeweled pin securing the front flap of his long robe just under his neck, before he could stop himself he said, “I’m vulnerable around you,” His eyes rose to meet yours stirring another twitch of his brow before his eyes sank deeper into an adoring gaze at your eyes, “and it only gets worse when you smile.”

You nodded, smiling wider as you turned, “Alright, I’ll head to bed then, since my smile bothers you so.”

His eyes flinched wider and he followed you back the way you came before his hushed directions to a back path to the Royal Wing where he stated again, “You are not going alone to Moria.”

Turning in the doorway he opened for you, you stated, “So adamant. Can’t imagine you being so protective to all your guests.”

“You’re not a guest.”

“Right, I’m a bartering chip, to hold until your first trade meeting when the mountain is suitable once again.”

With a scoff he followed you inside towards your vanity, losing the door behind him, his eyes scanning over your hands rising to try and loosen the chains resting in your curls he aided you with. “I intend to hold you much longer than that.” His soft tone rising as he spotted your smirk in the mirror realizing he’d said that aloud, in a firmer tone he added, “You are no bartering chip.” His hands held the chains up carefully unaware of your growing smile at his furrowed brows at the troublesome task of removing your circlet carefully.

“Doubtful I’m very useful past that.”

“You have many talents.”

“Apparently turning a King into my personal guard is one of them.”

“If that’s what you wish for me to be…” His tone dropped to a slightly saddened one as he set your circlet back in its case then turned to face you at your soft giggle.

His hopeful smile grew at your smirk at him, “What would I expect from a King? You’re the one insisting on guarding me.”

Following you towards your closet he watched as you removed your gifted flats and set them back in their home. “You’re the one insisting on chasing after such creatures, Dragons, Balrogs.”

With another giggle from you he caught your eye as he blocked the doorway, “What could a Balrog be compared to a Dragon? I bring down behemoths, what else would you have me do?”

Wetting your lips you leaned against the side of a row of cubbies near the doorway causing his eyes to scan over you and your curtain of hair once again. “I would have you safe in my lands where none of them can touch you.” Scanning over your hair again he added in a sentimental tone, “I would have you wearing a bell from me.”

Your brow raised, “A bell. And just what would that name me as to you?”

“It would mark our courtship.”

“Courtship? I have nothing to offer a King.”

“You have everything to offer. Even if you refuse I will remain your faithful guard, no matter where you choose to go.”

“You have a kingdom to run.”

“I have a Son, old enough to take my place.”

Your lips parted, and your eyes scanned over his face, “You’ve obviously had too much to drink.”

Brushing past him you entered your room he followed after you, “I am not drunk!” Wetting your lips you turned to face him at his fingers grazing along your elbow in a timid attempt to get you to face him again without frightening you again, “I have never once imagined ever finding my One, and I would freely hand over my Kingdom and crown, should you choose a home somewhere past my borders.” His hands gripped his crown he’d slid off and folded gently in one of your hands. “As long as I get to remain with you, at your side.”

“If you think for one moment,” his gaze grew far sterner through his heart sinking at what he imagined to be your refusal, “That I would ever force or even allow you to change anything about yourself to be with me you have no idea who I am at all.”

“No matter what or where you choose, I’ll be there.” Your eyes sank to his crown in your hand and he stole the moment to close the distance pressing a kiss to your cheek. Raising your eyes again as he said, “I’m surrendering myself to you, body and soul.”

“Dew Drop.”

His lips parted at your exhale through your raising the crown to ease onto his head again sending another flicker of pain through his eyes, as he tearfully asked, “What more do you want?”

Your fingers eased through his hair draping across his chest, “I would have you be the King you are.” Lowering your gaze you moved your fingers to stroke along his cheek, “No matter what you would sacrifice for me, don’t you dare change yourself for me. What I would want, is you, no changes, no exile. I could care less about the crown and all it brings with it. I can’t promise much past myself, I would expect nothing more than that from you in return. Do you understand?”

A hopeful flicker ran through his eyes as his hand shifted to cautiously graze his fingers against yours, “This is your acceptance then?”

“Don’t you dare forget who you are, can you promise me that?”

His free hand rose to stroke along your cheek, “Anything you wish, it’s yours, my Dearest One.” With a growing smile he stepped back, “I’ll fetch my bell.” However his body paused and turned back to you at your fingers gripping his tighter.

“I will have more terms to add later.”

A smirk eased onto his lips as he stepped closer to you cupping your cheek, “Courtship is all about negotiating terms, my Dearest.” He snuck another peck on your cheek then pulled away, “I’ll fetch my bell.” Swiftly leaving your room as you raised your hands to start pulling the tightly gripping pins trapped in your braided back top half of your hair, and left them in the jewelry case Thranduil had gifted you as well. By the last pin another set of hands were added to yours aiding in removing the last and the braids after it, gently he guided you onto the stool at your vanity while another set of braids were added to your hair. A single soft ring signaled the end of his intimate gesture, ringing through his leading you back for more desserts and dancing.

Pt 3

#Thranduil x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

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