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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 11 months
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I love the bonus random uploads! They’re such nice surprises :) but now all of my thoughts are consumed with the Wayne’s. More doting!family content?
"Welcome home, Mrs. Wayne," Alfred said, helping you out of your jacket.
"Thank you, Alfred," you tell him. It was a bad day in court. And a worse day at the office. All the plea bargains in the world couldn't save your client from a judge determined to make an example of him. And all the legal loopholes and documentation in the world couldn't protect everyone who came to you for help.
"I assume you're not at home this evening?" he asked.
"No," you tell him. "I'll be in my office. I've got... I've got a lot of things to finish."
Alfred nodded, "Very well. Master Bruce and MASTER Richard are gone for the evening already. Will you want dinner?"
You shake your head, "No, but some coffee would be nice."
Another nod followed that and he watched you go, frowning slightly. It had been a run of bad days, it seemed. Not that he was surprised. Things tended to go in waves. And dealing with the system in the aftermath of Harvey Dent's accident was clearly making the waters murky.
Dent may not always have agreed with your politics but. He could respect what you were doing. And he could respect your integrity- and it went both ways. As often as you worked against each other, it was easy to work together. His absence made the subsequent crackdown on petty crime all the more ruthless.
Alfred assembled a tray with coffee, sugar and cream. And after a moment of hesitation, he decided to add a slice of cake he'd made earlier. He wasn't sure if you'd eaten much since breakfast but he was sure it wasn't enough.
He stood outside the door for a moment, and listened. Wincing when he realized you were crying. It wasn't loud. Not the theatrical sobbing of a socialite in a snit... And he wasn't sure what to do. Aside from put things down for you quietly and excusing himself.
But when he opens the door, he just can't. You're curled in your desk chair, your forehead resting on your knees. He did set things down and slip out of the room but returned, moments later with a damp washcloth. "Here now," he tutted, proffering it, "Wipe your face."
"I'm sorry I just-"
"None of that," he said, gentling his tone, just slightly. "Just wipe your face. Then eat. Whatever you did have today wasn't enough to keep a dog alive."
"I just- It's just-"
"First things first," he said proffering the cloth more insistently until you take it. A pretty crier you are not. Part of the reason it was so heartbreaking- if you were crying you were past caring. As much as you ever cared what you looked like.
He stood over you. Waiting for you to wipe your face. "I'll be back with ice water shortly," he said. Bruce could coddle you when he got home. But. For now, you needed someone that wouldn't let you wallow. And would force you to eat something and drink water.
"Thank you," you murmur.
"And a proper meal," he added, "If you don't mind, Miss Y/N."
"You don't have to-"
"You can't ruin lives if you're starving to death," he snorted.
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jadewing-realms · 7 months
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on a moonlit stage - astarion oneshot
surpriiissseee i wrote another thing!
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Title: On A Moonlit Stage
Characters: Astarion; Naven Tlin'orzza/Tav
Pairing: Astarion x Tav
Word Count: 2636
It’s a tale as old as time: salacious vampire meets gullible fool. Astarion knows the script backwards and forwards, but he swears on everything he knows this is going to be the last time. The last time he grovels at someone else’s feet. The last time he bows. It’s for his own protection, he tells himself. It’s insurance. The fact that the drow bard is frustratingly handsome as he is naive is an afterthought.
TW: allusions to sexual themes and SA
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There was something uncomfortable, heavy, dense, settling in the pit of Astarion’s stomach. It was miserably distracting. It didn’t seem to matter how many gulps the vampire took of the tart, chalky excuse for red wine that the devilkin had proffered as party favors, it didn’t – couldn’t – drown out that cursed feeling. Instead, all it served to do was add to it and sour his mood even more.
Oh, he kept it from his face of course, as was expected. He froze his practiced mask in place, grinned when appropriate, nodded, winked, and gave theatrical bows to the stream of people who were determined to thank the entire party for the great, selfless work they had done. The goblins were vanquished! The Grove saved! So many cheery faces. So many boisterous voices and empty words, so much bad wine and tasteless food.
‘Our heroes,’ they kept calling them all. ‘Courageous.’ ‘Warriors.’ ‘Right decent folk.’ It made him want to spit their peasant liquor at their feet. 
Ignoble fools, all of them. Heroes didn’t exist, and if they did, this group of freaks certainly weren’t them. Only Wyll – local hero as he was – had truly wanted to help these people; the rest wanted only the kidnapped healer’s skills; saving the tieflings was a convenient bonus. Astarion hadn’t even cared about that, set as most of the party was on getting rid of their little cranial stowaways rather than using them, common sense be damned.
Nobody else seemed to have any problem accepting the shallow jubilance and praise, either. Least of all their new permanent companion, Karlach, who was beaming bright as the bonfire. The red tiefling made up for her inability to mingle without roasting the skin off anyone unfortunate enough to bump her arm by shouting her greetings, waving high, laughing low and loud; and when their illustrious leader – that arrogant, guileless sucker that was drow bard extraordinaire, Naven fucking Tlin’orzza – whipped out his lute and strummed up a jaunty little tune for the mood, Karlach trumpeted the lyrics louder than everyone else. Astarion was sure he heard the frantic flutter of feathered wings as it set alight a few poor evening doves roosting in the trees. 
The whole affair was as sickly and saccharine as the bottle he nursed. Perhaps Wyll had the right idea, wandering off to the riverbank as he had; perhaps Astarion could simply steal away. Go on a hunt. Get something out of the night. 
The thought reminded him that he’d already made previous arrangements for the hours to come. Plans with the aforementioned drow. He almost grimaced past the next draught of wine.
Gods, he’d be glad when the whole song and dance was over. The drow was insufferable, naive as he was aloof, painfully polite, and a terrible conversationalist unless there was an audience to entertain. He also got along far too well with their resident wizard of hubris for comfort, and the two engaged in regular pontifications that went on for far too long and contained far too many obscure terms no one else could understand. He was also constantly sticking his nose into everyone else’s business, asking about their lives and histories and secrets…
On top of it all, he was either a liar and a charlatan equal to any of Cazador’s best thugs, or he genuinely believed in the do-gooder bullshit he spouted. Astarion couldn’t decide which was worse at this point. The only positive thing Naven had going for him in Astarion’s book was that he was the only one who seemed interested in taking advantage of the tadpoles in their brains for the power they provided.
Well, and he was easy on the eyes. But that, of course, was a requirement.
It didn’t really matter whether he liked him or not, though. Somehow the drow had wormed his way into everyone else’s trust, despite everything, and that made him the most important person to have on Astarion’s side if he didn’t want to wake up staked to the ground one of these nights. 
It hadn’t taken much; it never did. A few well-spoken words, shallow compliments; a brush of a hand here, a hooded glance there. If he’d done it once, he’d done it a thousand times. Carnal lust was always so easy to invoke, mortal feelings like clay beneath the hands of a skilled artisan. Naven was practically in his pocket at this point and tonight was sure to cement his position nicely. 
Second to the man in charge. An auspicious match indeed. 
Over the rim of the bottle, his gaze slid across camp, to the little ring of bystanders gathered around the music makers. Naven, the court jester tiefling, and even that fool Volo, the music flowed from them, honey on the air. 
They… weren’t half bad. As far as music went. It was no symphony or opera, that was for certain, but they had a folkish charm to them at least. And they stole the attention from everyone else, which gave the odd pit in Astarion’s belly a chance to fade.
Until the drow’s gaze rose to meet his. Golden eyes caught firelight and moonlight both at once, a broad grin split his face through the words he sang, and Astarion almost choked on his drink.
Was that… a smile? A real smile, the first he’d seen on that man’s face? He had to pause, think back, skim his memories from the day they met to the present, and he couldn’t actually recall a single moment he’d seen… that smile. Oh, there’d been little glimpses, quirks of his lips, placating smirks or bewildered half-grins. Never teeth, never so strong it wrinkled the dusky skin at the corners of those eyes. Never something so… radiant.
Gods damn this drow. Of course he would have a gorgeous smile hiding under the pomp and intellect. How infuriatingly unfair! Astarion hadn’t been aware dark elves could smile. 
It lingered, too, as did that burning gaze. For the sake of appearances, Astarion didn’t let himself look away. He shifted his weight, let the lines of his body do the talking, knocked back the bottle and slowly, deliberately downed the last of the liquor, swiped his lip with his thumb once it was gone. All the things he knew would have the drow looking at all the right places.
The smile dimmed to something softer, something… fond. 
He couldn’t be serious. 
A patronizing play, perhaps; Naven had mentioned having been an actor before all this. Astarion had watched him charm his way through a horde of goblins without trouble, behaving by all accounts like these True Souls they couldn’t shut up about, never giving anything away. Every word, every glance, it could be nothing more than an elaborate facade.
They were both playing the same game. But when it all came down to the wire, a vampire would always play it better. If only for the centuries of practice.
Though… he didn’t actually know how old Naven was. The way he behaved, the way he trusted, surely he had to be fresh off his Naming. But then again, there were those creeping lines under those eyes of his, the barest hint of creases striking through the tasteful tattoo on his forehead. It could be age, or it could be… well, grief.
The pit was coming back, and the wine had done absolutely nothing. He shouldn’t have expected anything else. It had been two-hundred years since blessed inebriation came to him from a bottle. He recalled the night he’d drained the bear, the absolute euphoria he felt afterward. What he’d give to engorge himself again now, before his moment came. Before he knelt at the feet of another for the last fucking time, and laid the last nail to the emotional coffin lid. It’d certainly make it easier to get through if he could be drunk as the Hells.
But alas. Would that the gods could be so kind. They weren’t. He could only sling the empty bottle to the side for its personal offense to him, where he didn’t even get the satisfaction of watching it break. It simply rolled across the dirt and clinked to a stop against a stump. He pouted at it for good measure. It did nothing more.
It had to be better if he took his leave now. The party would wind down before long, he wagered. He needed to be in place, ready and waiting, properly alluring, for when his quarry came looking for him. 
He gathered what he knew he would need in a pack. Then, steps composed but quiet, he idled backward, away from his tent, into the treeline. He slipped from the edges of camp without the notice of a single soul and plunged into the darkness beyond the fire’s light. His eyes and light feet, used to the shadows, made entering into them easy as breathing.
The long walk that followed, that was another story entirely. Stumps and dirt and grass and stones made what might’ve been a leisurely stroll into a struggle that no amount of shadow could ease. Roots snagged his boots. Branches clawed at his face. Bloody nature! He grew more and more weary with it each passing day, each night he laid his head on a pack draped in a blanket instead of a pillow. 
He missed proper beds. He missed private baths and locked doors and armchairs. He missed… the city.
The city meant the clan, though. The clan meant Cazador. Cazador meant… He stopped, shaking the creeping memories from his skull. Flashes of blood and bile, hunger pangs, the pitch black of a closed coffin. A ripple of discomfort seared across his back. 
“No! That’s enough of that.” The words left him without permission, murmured to no one but his own mind and the deepening night. He shoved the memories down, down to that blasted pit in his gut. He was far, far from Baldur’s Gate. Far from his reach. He strode deeper into the night, imagining each step as another one further from those long-reaching arms. 
This is mine! All of this. My night. My mind. My choice! No one was ever going to take this away from him, not with freedom in his hands, at long last.
His feet had stopped again, and that wouldn’t do. 
He needed to find a place for tonight. The perfect place. Yes, somewhere properly… romantic. Ideally, in the cradle of two luscious trees, with the moonlight beaming down just so. Mortals did adore when their lovers waxed poetic to them beneath the moon.
Ah… he needed something to say. Just the right thing.
He found a deer path and began to follow it, keeping his steps close together to avoid any sudden obstacles in the gray landscape. The trade-off for the gift of night sight, of course, was that he wouldn’t be able to take color into consideration when picking his spot. But then, neither would a drow. Double negative makes a positive and all that. 
His gaze wandered aimlessly as he went, and he let his mind go with it. “What to say… I’m thinking literary. He seems an educated man.”
Some classics, perhaps. ‘Doubt thou the stars are fire’ sort of thing. Yes, that could do nicely. Everyone loved that one. It had been a while since he recited it, too; he practiced a few stanzas to test the rhythm and rhyme on his tongue and when it didn’t sound quite perfect enough, he tried again. And again, and so forth, until he began to hear the rippling of water nearby.
He’d circled back to the edge of the river, it seemed. Which wasn’t a terrible thing; the serenity of the sound would only add to the desired ambiance. He kept it just out of sight.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. Something in his gut told him right here… it felt close. Eyes narrowing, he raised a hand, thumb out at an angle like the corner of a frame, and he swiveled across the trees that surrounded him. He needed just the right spot…
There. Two grand oaks standing side by side, framing a small clearing, moonlight streaming down in divine shafts. It was no mansion bedchambers, but it would do.
He winced, immediately regretting the comparison. Now he was thinking of Baldur’s Gate again. Of his service room. Of Cazador.
“This isn’t for you!” he spat to nobody. Skin immediately crawling, he spun a quick circle, just… to make sure. He was alone. “This is for me! Me.”
He raked his fingers into his hair, distracting his mind by making sure not a single strand was out of place. He had to be perfect. Everything had to. Like a dream. When all was said and done, that drow needed to leave this place so enthralled, he couldn’t bear for Astarion to leave his side ever again. Then Astarion would never have to worry about Lae’zel getting a bit stab-happy if he smirked at her wrong, or Wyll living up to his status as a monster hunter if the mood so took him. Not unless they wanted to face the wrath of their beloved man with the plan.
So it was decided. This was the place. He stepped between the two trees, gave one trunk a light pat before he rid himself of his shirt and shoes. The grass was satisfyingly cool beneath his toes. A breeze whispered through the summer leaves and he paused folding his clothes, just to watch them dance.
It… really was a nice spot.
Getting here had been an absolute drag, no doubt; the Great Outdoors were not his natural habitat and never would be, but he couldn’t deny that when he didn’t have to trudge through knee-high brush or duck under rudely low-hanging boughs or wave bugs out of his face or watch for animal scat… well. It was peaceful enough.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. This moon felt much kinder than the one he knew before. She was soft. Soothing. The night’s watchful guardian, shining silver just for the bards that might look up and write of her beauty. Or for anyone.
Back in the city, the moon was simply a hollow sun for the likes of him and his ‘siblings.’ They couldn’t have the real thing, so they settled for experiencing a world that was only half what it should be. Add to that the fact that the moon could not penetrate the deep, dark alleyways of the city where vampires best hunted, and it was never a friend of theirs.
Strange, to find it so different now. 
Then again, everything was. Everything except for the scars on his back; his permanent reminder. And he still didn’t know what they said.
Absently, he reached a hand back to trace his fingertips over the raised edges like he’d done countless times. They felt so terribly pronounced, so… ugly. A hideous presence amongst such serene midnight perfection.
Would… Naven notice them?
“Hello?” a distant voice called. Louder than it usually was, but still familiar after traveling together so long. The man himself, come to join him at last. “Astarion, are you… close by?”
Astarion’s hand fled from his back. His stomach seized again and he wished he had wine to pretend to drown it with. He took one last deep breath and the way it stuttered would have made him scowl, were he not already schooling his features into the very picture of debonair charm.
“Over here, darling,” he called back, taking his place behind the tree, readying words in his mind for the moment his companion came into view. “Just a little closer.”
It was time to play his part again.
But the pit never went away.
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Amy the Sonic Heroes fan💕
What if they introduced Amy as a fan girl in the films (turning the slander into an interesting trait).
Amy's psychic abilities (yes I like to believe she is psychic) are more advanced to the point she can see fragments of the past and future. this allows her to see many of the gang's adventures and she quickly becomes a fan (she even made her own fan t-shirt, kinda like fleetway Amy).
Despite wanting to join them on their adventures she felt like she would hold them back (Amy doesn’t give herself too much credit). She was content with viewing their adventures from the sidelines until she receives a vision that could spell disaster for her heroes. So she set off to help them the best she can and maybe get an autograph along the way.
In her arc, she would go from a fan/outsider to a friend and team member.
She starts off putting the team on a pedestal calling them by their hero names (Blue justice, Double threat, and Red warrior) and mentioning their feats. As the adventure goes on she realizes they're just like her, making mistakes and still figuring things out (sonic needs a certain someone to help hold the team together). Eventually, she starts treating them like friends and calls them by their names or friendly nicknames. In return, the team does the same while also encouraging her to give herself more credit.
by the end, she proves to herself and the team that she can be a valuable member of the team (she is the heart of the team).
extra context:
top left- Amy's first encounter with sonic and company (Amy: Oh my Chaos you guys are Sonic Heroes!!😍)
bottom left- The gang's reaction to Amy their first fan. Tails is flattered and surprised to have a fan (Tails: Gosh I didn’t think I would get fans like you guys) while Knuckles reassures and praises him (Knuckles: Well of course fox who wouldn't be amazed by your feats). Getting another fan for Sonic adds to his ego but this is different he can't help but find his new pink fan kinda cute. This makes Sonic nervous (Sonic: W-w-well, of course, I'm great! but YOur great too!! I mean I don’t k-know you but I-I know we could be great together...😳 I MEAN team!! team! Great as a team! you want to join our tribe...😬) .
bottom right- During one of their battles Amy's shirt gets ruined and she is upset because she handmade it. Sonic notices and has an idea later to make it up to her.
top right- To give Amy a warm welcome by recreating her shirt with the addition of her symbol to represent her being a part of the team. Sonic choose a heart to symbolize Amy, reasoning that she is the heart of the team that helped hold them together and those that were lost (Shadow). Knuckles being knuckles questions if this also has anything to do with how he feels about Rose. Sonic being Sonic denies this and gets into a messy fight with Knuckles that poor Tails get caught in between. by the end, Sonic, Knuckles, and Tails are covered in ink/paint as they nervously (minus knuckles) present their messy gift to their new team member. Amy is overwhelmed by the effort.
Bonus:
I think it would be cute/funny if Amy accidentally breaks the fourth wall by mentioning things that didn’t happen yet (or stuff that happened from the games).
Example
Amy: I thought it was so cool when you fought [insert god sonic has fought]
Knuckle: ....
Tails: ...
Sonic: I don't remember fighting [insert god sonic has fought]
Knuckles: Lady Rose that is not possible we have faced many foes together and alone but we haven't yet faced a god 👀
Sonic: excuse me I fight a WHAT!
Tails: ... that's not possible ...
Amy: Mm this might not have happened yet (or this timeline) oops spoilers...😅
Sonic: ...👀
Tails: ...👀
Knuckles: ...👀
I also have an Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/kaylatoonz_/
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Gym Crush
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TW: degrading kink. Spit kink. Smut. Semi public sex. Smut. Dom!Austin. Language. Oral sex. 
SUMMARY: Your gym crush brings your fantasies to life. 
WORD COUNT: 2400
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@sweetestdesire asked 
Gym sex with Austin North? 😉 bonus points if you add some choking kink. I know you’ll kill it as usual! 
Gym Crush
Your eyes couldn't help but fixate on the way his hands wrapped around the metal pole of his current lift. But more than this, you couldn't tear them away as his chest rose and fell in that strained exhale of another count of exercised focus. Almost systematically, he lifted yet another example of his brawn in the same way your teeth held your lip as a captive to such a scene. 
His physique was carved by self-discipline that you'd relinquished as you'd used the gym as an excuse to see him. But rearranging a lackluster schedule was well worth any inconvenience to watch him now. Fueling every  dirty dream that sent your fingers between your thighs once you'd return home. 
Only today, you wouldn't have to find that release on your own...
The second his clear blue gaze found you already observing him, it had initiated some silent game between the two of you. Only the rules were opaque as neither dared to make a move aside from these curious inspections. And it had remained this way until he disappeared from view. 
"I'll spot you." A voice sent your skin to chill. You'd only heard him in passing. A phone call or curse beneath his breath in a muscle strained by surprise. But never directed to you. For the surprise, you were only able to nod, as you took the lead in your set. But for what wasn't essential to have a 'spotter', he studied you through scrutiny. Every bend made of your knees and rise of your curves as you counted another full motion sent him to have an excuse to observe you. All the while, you had lost count in the close proximity he made as he began to move along with your squats. 
Upon one of the rises where you broke for breath, his lips were at your ear. 
"You make it hard for a guy to focus, you know..." He brushed your ear with his lips, a tease to the soft skin offered by this simple trace. Your eyes came closed for only a moment as you couldn't help but wonder how he felt in depth. A wait you seemingly wouldn't need to endure as he seemed to invite you to the locker room set just out of view of the fellow patrons. A silent gaze of this invitation made hollow as you remained still, you swallowed hard in consideration to the stranger's request. 
But after weeks of watching him from afar, rearranging your schedule just to see him, you were a bit overeager to follow him into this monetary seclusion. 
"You've been watching me..." He explained as you'd curved around the corner of the nearby showers, his chest now bare as he caught your arrival in the mirror set along a string of sinks at his side. 
"I only know because I've noticed you too...so either you happen to have the same exact schedule as me..." He now leaned over you, the faintest scent of sweat having been canceled out by that of the mint behind his breath and chosen yet unnamed hair product.
"Or you liked what you saw..." You licked your lips as his eyes fell to the part made from your tongue. Tempted to act, he compromised with himself before tracing the lip left damp. 
"Are both sets of lips this wet for me?" Your breath hitched. 
"Because I can take care of it...but you have to tell me. Because once you admit you want this..." He moved closer, enough to feel his breath almost intertwined on your own. 
"I'll be VERY thorough..." He spoke each word slower than its predecessor as you only focused on the distance between you. Although only a mere hair, it was still to lengthy. Enough to make you break the parting as your fingers wrapped in the back of his wet hair. If any disgust or discomfort came from perspiration prior to him, it was easily ignored joe, if not a bit celebrated. 
The second he reciprocated the kiss, you were pulled to meet his lips. Turned towards the wall near the shower, you were left exposed as he retreated as your back tested on the cold tile making up the south wall. 
"Eager?" Before you could answer, his hand was set in a slow motion to your sex. 
"Oh, you are...but how willing are you? I already know how wet..." One finger made its way into you as he smirked to your gasp. 
"And tight...shit! You're gonna feel so good wrapped around me..." The sound of distant steps would prompt him to walk you into the direction of the shower itself. The rings caught on the rod left the cubicle exposed just enough to spot you if noticed. Yet all you could focus on, yet again, had been him. 
"Austin..." He explained against your lips, "You should probably know my name because I intend to make you scream it..." 
Your lips parted to moan as a second finger made its way into you. 
"Go ahead, baby...you can ride it. But you don't get to come yet.." He looked down to the grip you made around his wrist. Both hands tugging in desperation, but s lack of force to how you truly wanted him. Needed him. 
"Austin..."
"I've never loved how my name sounded until you moaned it..." He saw the evidence setting into your completion. That drove him away from compassion and into the need to control. That second hand that had been kind in brushing your hair from your face or tracing down your skin had filtered into dominance as it came to a slow wrap around your throat. 
"Just when I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me..."
"I do..." You moaned, your voice pathetic with need as he commented to this. 
"You were patient enough to go weeks without talking to me...just watching me while you got this wet but you can't listen to me when I tell you to wait?" He tightened the fingers around your throat, applying just enough pressure to allow you to breathe. Just enough. 
"Yeah, I noticed. The first time you walked in I noticed...just like I'm going to notice how you struggle to walk out now...After I’m done with you. But if it's because I let you come with me, you better start listening."
"I will-" he swept your lips into silence, a tongue keeping you in quietude as he withdrew his fingers. A moment of stillness brought you to observe the way he lifted those exercised digits to his lips, sucking your excess from his fingers. 
"How are you THAT fucking sweet?" He scoffed. "I'll share..." Hollowing your cheeks with a grip to your face, he forced your lips apart. A single projectile of saliva landed on your tongue as his eyes darkened. 
"Swallow. Good girls’ swallow..." He explained as you took him into a single gulp. 
"Maybe you did learn your lesson. Maybe you do want to be good for me and not just a desperate little slut, huh?" You nodded, the word sour in any other context, but making you clench your thighs together when coming from him. The word almost sacred, if not existing as some sort of a reward. 
"Good girls should get to come...don't you think?" His hand now came to your breast, the fabric over your erect nipple now over the back of his hand as he infiltrated your top. 
"But I'm not done yet..."
"Please..." As you pleaded, your shirt was removed and your bra was pulled down just enough to reveal your nipple. He took it quickly between his teeth, sucking the skin surrounding it as you arched against them. 
"Pretty girls shouldn't beg, either. But you make it sound so good, I could come right now...But I was raised that ladies go first..."
You mewled beneath him, almost bouncing off of the balls of your feet as he pulled his elastic shorts from his hips. Your eyes were quick to descend for a hint of what to expect, as he smirked. 
"Curious?" You nodded. 
"Then get a feel first...slow..." He guided you over his shaft. From base to tip seemed like an impressive yet endless length and perfect girth to reach every cavern beckoning to him. 
"Oh my God..."
"I stretched you out enough...You’ll just have to come if it's too much..." Your eyes rolled as he lifted you against the wall and down onto him. He allowed a moment of adjustment to his shaft before he began a rhythm you were quick to aid. 
"Fuck-" You breathed deeply. 
"Not yet..."
"It's so good...I-"
"I know baby, you're already shaking..." He groaned against your chest, lips having taken your breast captive as you built to this newly steady pace. 
"But unless you want everyone to get the wrong idea about why you come here every Wednesday...you better be quiet..."
"I can't..." You whined. 
"I know you can."
"I don't want to...shit! Oh my God! Oh my-"
He was silent until you pulled your arched back at rest. When your eyes opened from the stars forcing your eyes closed, you found him looking at you with grand disapproval. 
"Just when I think you wanted to be my good girl...you ended up acting like a whore...I don't fuck whores..." He set you to your feet, his kindness completely absent as he turned to the shower. The dial was set to power as a tepid cascade made you shriek. 
"Off." He ordered off your disheveled clothes as you obliged, pants already disposed of prior to the lift made to the wall as you gasped to him now. 
"I should still get to come, don't you think?" You nodded. 
"Then show me why...I was a bit distracted before...making you come...didn't get to enjoy your expressions...so show me." You paused. 
Realizing your hesitance, he took your hand to view before leading your hand to his mouth. 
"I am wearing the evidence of why you don't need me to suck your fingers, but I want to as it's the last time I'm touching you..." Your brows furrowed. 
"If you come again, I'll take your battered ass to the middle of that gym and fuck you hard enough that you'll never need another cock. But for right know...show me what I missed." He retreated his soles until he rested with the water at his back. You swallowed hard before setting those fingers between your lower lips. 
"Open." He ordered as you watched him slowly stroking his cock, the full length admirable from afar just as it had been in depth within you. 
"You think of me? When you do that at home?"
You nodded without a moment of shame or consideration. 
"Did I live up to your fantasies?" 
You bobbed your head in vicious approval. 
"Does it make you wanna come again?"
"I could...oh my God...Austin..."
"You want my tongue? Hmm?" 
"Please! Yes!"
"Want me to make you come on my cock again? Pulling your hair while you echo all the way back to them? Making them wish they were us?"
"Mmmm...."
"Faster..." He ordered as he moved closer, hands pinning you between his arms as he wouldn't touch you, but allowed you to use your free hand to bring him closer. 
"I'm so fucking hard I could come if you breathed on it. You make it look really good... dripping again...But you didn't want to listen."
"I'm sorry. Please. Let me make you come...please..." 
"I think we both know If I fuck you again, youll last only a second, and we'll be right back in this position."
"But-"
"Don't worry. You're still gonna make me come. But this time, only me." He smirked as you were guided to your knees. Consensual on your knees, you rounded your hand around his shaft before taking him slowly to the back of your throat. 
"Do you remember how you swallowed before? I'm expecting you to do it again. Otherwise you're gonna lick it up off the floor." You swallowed hard. 
"Just like that." He teased as you began slowly. The water bounced from his shoulders and down onto you, making it impossible to make out his expressions. Yet it wasn't necessary as he cursed for you, anyhow. The grip made in your hair and the tension of his body beneath you and been evidential alone. If any question remained, the beginning of that salty release would validate his pleasure. 
"Shit! Keep going...I'm close." You smirked with pride as he took you harder. Your retching was audible in the echo of your surroundings as if you played to ignorance. 
"Mmm..." You moaned to send vibrations over him. 
"You better swallow every last drop to make up for being so desperate. Every. Drop." He threatened as he bucked harder onto you, his release sent in spurts as you gathered it for a moment before swallowing him as a whole. He withdrew immediately. 
"Wait." He kept you from rising. 
"Clean yourself off of me." You obliged, using your tongue and hand for the purpose of cleanliness before he assisted you back to your soles. Once you stood he pulled you before the water. 
A palm full of suds were taken to your chest, each breath adored with soft care as you felt him tease you just long enough to question his intentions. 
"Not a dirty girl anymore, are you?" You remained silent. Even if sudd dripped down your body, your thoughts were dirty enough to keep you filthy. 
"You still want to be, don't you?" You nodded as his hand lowered between your legs. 
"How about we get out of here so you can scream as loud as you want next time..."
"I can't wait."
"If you want to come again...you will." He left the shower first, making you flustered, before he offered you a towel. 
"Maybe you should tell me your name now?" You offered this as you moved to your own locker to dress in the extra set of clothes left behind, but he caught your arm. 
"Just wear my shirt. I have a feeling you'll look better in it..." He offered a tee as you accepted with excitement. 
"It's only gonna end up on my floor anyway…'
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fatuismooches · 5 months
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greetings, miss smooches ~
hello hi dearest!! i hope all has been well for you today <3 if not, i hope this lengthy and i mean lengthy ask can manage to bring at least a smile to your face.
on the ninth of june this year, i discovered your blog again through your very first installment of your kabukimono series. i never had the courage to send an ask until recently, and my dumbass realized i never followed your blog.
it's a little surreal to believe that it's been so long, i remember being a wee seventeen year old back in 2022 gushing over every kuni piece you published, then i read your masterlist on my birthday, and was swoon since then. it's a shame that i never had the courage to reblog your works at least, but i suppose it's better late than never ~
i saw your post today morning regarding your kabukimono series and i would like to present mindful:
first of all, your last two chapters i did read and HAH! I WAS FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT WANDERER'S BEING BITTERSWEET — cough. excuse me.
but absolutely yes omg. a lesson in forgiveness had my heart reeling because the sweetness of kuni still remembering both little and big things about his dearest beloved almost made me shed a tear which is natural because they were lovers but fuck me sideways that combined with the bitter reality that reader isn't able to remember neither do they remember the past the two shared. i can just about imagine him, after the encounter he had with reader in the cafe, he wonders if he'll be able to make things right, wonders of he deserves a second chance to love you like he used to and... ugh. i hate him. i hope he gets microwaved. ( lies aya loves him way too much )
the bonus lesson, a lesson in the heart — shut up because getting MARRIED to kabukimono is literally fucking everything. that lesson had me giggling and kicking my feet and smiling from ear to ear like come on?? kabuki is literally the husband of all time and i just wanna lay down in the puddle of tears i metaphorically shed reading that lesson :( the way he was just kissing reader so lovingly and talking about how grateful he is for you, how much his life has changed thanks to your wonderful presence like .. fuck. i need a moment
there is so much more that i could honestly say about the last two installments to your series, your series as a whole is something i will never shut up about. such a hauntingly beautiful piece of work and i adore everything it tackled; from the delightful to the depressing and everything in-between if you hyper analyze it like i do — it's surreal to see it come to an end, but it makes me all the more proud to be one of the people who discovered it early, stuck around to read it because it was that enthralling to me.
you rarely ever find a kabukimono fic or any kuni fic in general that's set in a more fluffy and domestic atmosphere ( until shit goes down hill ) and i think that's what adds to the haunting nature of it, something so beautiful and simple can at times be taken away too soon by the hands of fate.
i am so happy for you, smooches. so happy and so proud to see you come this far, and i cannot wait for not only future installments for the other harbingers, but just in general a lot more to come from you <3
if you do start on that dot series, make sure to take your time and write it at your own pace! you are a busy individual, and i hope you get the much needed break you deserve now that the kabuki series has come to a close.
take care lovely, remember to stay hydrated and treat yourself to whatever you crave! be safe, and i will see you when i see you <3
— signed, ayame.
AHHH HI AYAME!! <3 This ask is SO SO SO SWEET ahhh thank you so much it really did put a smile on my face!! Damn i can't believe you've been around for so long 😭😭 I'm really glad you were able to make your way back to me. It's super sweet to hear how much you like my Scara works ❤️ BUT YEAHHH YOU WERE RIGHT I just felt like it being bittersweet for Wanderer would be the perfect ending. Yup the sad things happened and there's nothing he can do about the past, but the future is always waiting for him. Especially when you're there with him now. AND OMG THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THE STUFF KUNI REMEMBERS WITH YOU 😭 I was literally going back to the previous lessons to try and find the best memories to incorporate with Wanderer. And yeahhh he definitely wonders if he's worthy of another chance with you :( He already blew the first one and turned into this kind of person so does he really deserve you? I imagine he's a bit stiff and perhaps even a bit quiet around you which is really strange? I mean he's silent around a lot of people except he always has a few scoffs and mean things to say but around you, he doesn't do much of that. It takes a lot of nudging from Nahida to get him back to normal.
I'm glad you feel the same way about marrying Kabukimono 😭 It's literally the SWEETEST thing ever omg he'd be over the moon every single day even though the wedding is months away. He's like. beyond excited to marry you. I just know he tries to be the perfect fiance for you in every way possible. He has a little notebook with tips from the villagers and Niwa. *gives you a tissue and a hug*
AHHH EJDEDENDJW shit you're hyping me up too much Ayame 😭❤️❤️🥺 I don't know what else to say beside thank youuuu I'm beyond overjoyed that this series means that much to you 😭😭 It does make me really sad to see it end because i truly enjoyed writing it but. I'm satisfied and I'm glad i gave reader and Wanderer a happy ending :))
AND YEAHHH i think fluff for Kabukimono is in limited quantity so I'm glad i could add to it!! i think adding fluff before angst is a really good way to build up the sadness. Because you see how lovely and simple life was before things changed and it just hits harder since you now know things will never be the same again... </3 once you know how good things used to be, it's hard to accept the opposite.
Once again thank you so so much Ayame <33 I hope you continue to enjoy my future works. Whenever i write Scara I'm going to be thinking of you now. Please make sure to take care of yourself as well okay? ❤️💗💗💗🫶
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spookyheaad · 1 year
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More art goodies!!
I got some KenUno stuff, and some Tesoro art for his birthday ☺️
@p-riama @girlwiththepapatattoo @goldenshowman
I’ll do Tesoro first because it’s his day 😤 (by the time I post this it’ll already be the 25th but I don’t care; hbd Tesoro babes)
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I was actually making this to submit for my One Piece Music zine application, I ended up only using the middle image (purple background) because it looked the best to me. I wanted to push myself in terms of playing with color, so I made a bunch of scenes where Tesoro is performing. I love drawing him perform, it’s good anatomy/gesture practice.
I was also going to add stuff to the background but it became tedious, and I was on a time crunch to submit the app. Maybe I’ll revisit this…
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Something for fun! I always use Tesoro for practice, whether it be facial expression, gestures, hands (I will NOT forget how the animators focused on his hands in the movie, there were so many shots of his hands like holy fuck. I ain’t complaining tho), etc. I love drawing him enraged tho, because it’s such a fun emotion to portray! And with Tesoro it kinda fits, with all he’s been through.
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Ok ok, so Have A Nice Life (one of my favorite bands) released a demo of one of their songs, Sisyphus, and I listened to it for hours. I was inspired to sketch an idea for the Tesoro/Stella fic. Another hallucination; Tesoro sees himself all grotesque (possibly bloodied and mutilated) in the mirror. Chose to incorporate some of the lyrics with it as well. Love how this one came out too!!
Ok, KenUno time 😏
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This is all Modern/Actor AU stuff; this shit is helping me with the stress of packing my shit and moving; it’s so fun to come up ideas and imagine the two of them being silly and happy!! This larger sketch is the both of them winding down for the night; Unohana is admiring Kenny, who for all we know, is fucking talking abt Star Wars (nerd).
The smaller sketch is Kenny now admiring Unohana, who is disheveled and wearing his shirt; she just woke up. Pre-coffee Unohana. Of course no matter how she looks, he still adores his wife ☺️
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Messing with his hair again, also just an excuse to practice drawing his back muscles. Still trying to figure out placements for his tattoos…
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They keep making each other laugh during the filming of the Muken fight. Also Kenny calling Unohana “Uno”. Need it to happen. Top right is self explanatory :)
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More kisses!!!! The top kiss, you bet he’s carrying Unohana. And the bottom one was, once more, back anatomy practice. It turned into an intimate little kiss.
And a bonus Kenny in a Muppets shirt & dad hat?? Why not! (He’s either just arrived on set, or is done for the day & going home)
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I cannot art so prepare for long description
Hazbin Hotel OC: Princess Akira Bee-lzebub Morningstar (Akira only. Do not use her full title unless you wanna become a food)
Pronouns: Any, but will use female ones for herself.
Parents: Beelzebub/Lucifer (Both have been around for eons and it was well before he met Lilith)
Appearance: Akira has the more human-like body shape and wings of her father, but has the lava hair and tail of her mother in a deep blue. She also has her mother's lava lamp stomach but in black. She does also retain her mother's fox legs and thus does have paws. She also does have four arms, but keeps the second set hidden (Like how Angel Dust has 6 arms but keeps two of them hidden.) Her top right arm is a prosthetic made of angelic steel and her teeth are like a fox's. She has fox ears and eyes. Unlike Charlie she does not have the circles on her face.
Backstory: When Lucifer was still an angel, before Lilith came to be, he hooked up with Beelzebub, who was a deity at the time. Due to their ability to shape shift, they had some fun and Lucifer ended up birthing Akira. When Lucifer finally met Lilith and was cast out, he got Bee to give Akira to him. Lilith raised Akira as her own alongside Charlie, who adores her big sister. She is married to Alastor. This happened when he accidentally summoned her while still alive. They formed a valuable friendship and later got married for tax benefits and to get his fangirls to leave him be. His feelings didn't really develop until much, much later.
Abilities: Akira can create food from nothing just like her mother, and can also create non food items like her dad. However the latter is a bit more difficult to do as it takes more focus, so usually she's only seen creating food. She always smells like your favorite food. Due to her paws, she leaves little paw prints wherever she walks (these do fade after a few seconds) and is capable of turning others into food (she doesn't like doing this as not only can she not change them back, it's pretty exhausting. She's only ever done this twice and only does this when angered. She'll black out afterwards)
Personality: She's a mix of her mother and little sister with a sprinkle of her father. She's kind and easy going, always eager to host a party and looks for any excuse to throw one. She doesn't neglect other issues in favor of them however. She's able to easily put a pin in partying to help if need be. It takes a lot to set her off, and she can usually be reasoned with. However if she's reached the point of rejecting her favorite food, well it's over. On the plus side, there's now fresh hot wings to devour. (Yes it's exhausting and she will certainly black out but if she has reached that point then there was no going back anyway)
partner: Alastor (don't come at me I hc him on the demi side of the Aroace spectrum and Viv doesn't care so neither should you. Also read the backstory in full or don't read this post at all)
Likes: Parties, her sister, her husband (most of the time) and sweet/sour/spicy foods, caffiene and booze, nifty, heavy metal, hard rock, jazz and radio.
Dislikes: Heaven, threats to her sister or husband (Count your days TV man) disorganization (for the love of the sins PUT YOUR CLOTHES AWAY) and TV (yes she has a cell phone but she made it herself) Voxtech anything.
Bonus add ons: When she's mad at Alastor she will play rave music (usually dubstep) to keep him away. This tends to make him agitated. She's very insecure about her paws so she often shape shifts to not let them be seen. Her prosthetic limb can be used as a weapon. It sometimes pops off though
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0verthinking1t · 2 years
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Roll for initiative!
Good morning mental health blog! Yesterday I talked about my task menu and Megaboard, and the ridiculous system I have for organizing tasks. I'm happy to say that so far, it's working pretty well! It's been especially helpful keeping track of the tasks I ended up wandering off to during the day— it helps my self esteem to realize that I'm still accomplishing a lot, even if I can't see it on my to-do menu. I don't have to feel bad or argue and justify to myself why nothing got done in a day.
Today, I want to share something I call Random Encounters! I got this idea from How To ADHD on YouTube, and I decided to call it something fun and D&D related to gameify it and make it fun. It's pretty simple.
all it takes is a D20 die, some phone alarms, and a place to write/type a list. I wrote out a list of 20 small activities I can do without effort or planning, with a focus on physical movement and changing my environment. It's important to be REALLY specific; "do 3 squats" is a lot less paralyzing than "do squats", so I'm more likely to just accept it and do it right away, and "throw a juggling ball for 5 minutes" is less likely to distract and throw off my whole day than "throw a ball". Being specific helps quiet the brain fog voice that says "but that could mean anything, what's even the point? Will just throwing an object once or touching my toes for 5 seconds really even do anything??" And empowers me to actually do the things, because I know they're quick, effortless, and will definitely make me feel healthier. Some of the activities are more complicated or more sustained than others, but having to take the chance of rolling them adds to the fun. It's like playing a game with your friends where you could end up drinking a shot of pineapple juice with sugar OR straight lemon juice; the fun is in the chance that you could get a challenge instead of a treat.
To keep myself accountable and make sure I actually use the tool, I set 3 alarms at slightly weird times through the day. Times like 11:13 and 2:20, when I'm less likely to get into the rut of expecting it to happen. I also used a ringtone app to set the noise to JoCat (A Crap Guide videos on YouTube) saying "clickity-clackity you're about to get attackity" for a little added D20 fun 😛 every time JoCat tells me to roll for initiative, I roll the D20, check the list, and do whatever activity I landed on. After, I'm free to continue whatever I was doing, or use it as a refresh point and pick another Menu item to accomplish.
And that's it! It's just a fun little way to break up my day a bit and get me doom scrolling a bit less, and the bonus is that it helps my awareness of time. Here's my Random Encounters table, in case anyone wants to use it or take inspiration from it:
5 toe touches
Hang off my bed upside down
Go to the living room for 5 minutes
Put some ice in my waterbottle
Look for Blyth (he's very good at hiding)
Bug my roommate's cat for 5 minutes
Play with my roommate's cat for 10 minutes
Go to the porch for 5 minutes
Move to a song - you only have 2 minutes to pick one!
Spin in my desk chair for 3 minutes
5 lunges
3 squats
Stretch my arms and shoulders on a doorframe
15 calf raises (tiptoes)
Throw a juggling ball for 5 minutes
Change a piece of clothing
Hang from a doorframe
Plank for 10 seconds
Put one thing away
Wash 1 dish
Ironically, my Random Encounter alarm went off as I was writing this post. I rolled a 3 for going to the living room, and then realized I haven't had breakfast yet, so instead of timing it for 5 minutes, I decided to use the excuse to change my scenery and have breakfast in the sun 😊 because of that random encounter, I'm eating a meal, taking my meds, got to say good morning and pet Mars, and I got to see another human as one of my roommates was on his way out for the day. Promising myself to be accountable for at least the bare minimum has already made a major improvement to my day and my health.
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vsnotresponding · 11 months
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Okay last one, I swear.
Lyric what is the most embarrassing way that you've died? Bonus points: how much did god facepalm when it occurred?
author's note: okay so idk why a pretty funny scenario came to mind while thinking about this. so let's pretend this is a "the characters are playing themselves in the story but are aware It's A Story and this is an interview for extra content", and that it's Hannah asking the question. Both her and Lyric are wearing canon clothing. This is a mix of their canon and modern au personalities, and all that refers to UP as a story is canon.
ask game here
"So... our next question from your fans," Hannah scoffs. "I still can't see what they see in you. Like, seriously."
"A handsome charming face and great personality," Lyric roguishly smiles to the camera, hair unbound and shirt open. (His stylist insisted.) (Not that he minds much.)
"Sure buddy," she rolls her eyes at his antics and turns to the cards in her hands. "Okay, let's see... What's the most embarrassing way you've died? Ohhhh, I like this one. The answer," they keep going, "is all of them. Actually— Hold on, I think Ely ranked them." Hannah gets her phone out and starts furiously typing.
"That'll take her a while," Lyric whispers to the camera, conspiratorially. "She has very bad organization skills."
As he clarifies, he catches the cards Hannah'd thrown at him, and looks at them. "Embarrassing, huh? Well, the fact that I keep dying is kind of embarrassing on its own, to be honest." He's thoughtful for a while. "Yeah, I can now see that my vanity made me an easy prey the first few times, dying in an unnecessary fight I'd started just to show off." He laughs, charmingly bashful. "Although, I think missing Death's clues about how to deal with not dying at the battle that gave me this scar," he points at it, "are way more embarrassing. I'm smarter than what that shows."
"If you say so, Mr. I'll-Flirt-With-Ely-Surely-That-Won't-Get-Me-Eaten-By-The-Very-Big-Scary-Wolf-At-Their-Side." Hannah still hasn't looked up from her phone.
"The bite wasn't that bad."
"You almost bleed out."
"I'm kinda used to it, at this point."
The silence that falls after that is tense, and Hannah does look up at Lyric.
"But anyways," Lyric tries to bring back their good cheer, "have you found Ely's ranking?"
"Oh yeah, ages ago." They answer without looking up.
"What were you doing, then?"
"Texting." She smirks at him as she taps away at her screen. "Okay, I've got the list. They agree with you, dying those first three times could have been totally avoidable, but "he had it coming, the idiot". Ely's words, not mine, by the way."
"Oh, the ranking comes with commentary, does it? How exciting." He's smiling, though.
"Pffff, of course it does. What do you think we do while you do all those fighting scenes?"
"Ogle at my blood covered chest?" Hannah's snort will surely get her a talk with the sound department, after.
"Anyways, they also add that "I don't know why I'm surprised he gets killed while taking a nap.""
"That's not entirely fair."
"Did you or did you not die while taking a nap?"
"Hannah, that's hardly the whole story."
"Did you or did you not, Lyric?" They stare at each other, until he nods, faking annoyance at his friend and to the camera. His face breaks into a smile soon enough, more so when a familiar black and furry shape tumbles into the studio towards Hannah, followed by a way tinnier shadow.
"Ew... get out of me, you annoying beast." The wolf ignores her words, tail wagging as he tries to lick her face and Lyric's at the same time. Lyric contents himself with patting him and hyping him up even more for a while.
"You are still wearing your robe." He says when Ely stops next to them. And they are. Ely's on their burning red clothes, a mostly clean set, their hair short falling over their face until they move it out of the way with a shake of their head.
"I was busy staring at a statue," they look at the pair, "what's your excuse?"
"Production thought the fans would like it more this way."
"Production thought they could use it as an excuse to have you half-shirtless for the thumbnail."
"Can't blame them." Lyric smirks, and looks back at Ely, Boros now thankfully calmed down enough to drowse off at their feet, but they are regretfully not looking at him back. "Why are you looking at Hannah like that?"
"Seeing them in costume with a phone in their hands is jarring." They pause, then turn to glance at the cameras. "Anyways, you said I was about to miss an opportunity to embarrass the big idiot?"
"Oh, yeah! We are talking about the big idiot's most embarrassing deaths. I showed him the ranking."
"The "Big idiot's biggest stupid blunders ranked by how hard I facepalmed myself when I read the script" ranking?"
"Yes, exactly, the "Big idiot's—"
"I do have a name, you know?" He talks over Hannah, perfectly knowing that they do, but that they also like annoying him. "At least you do love me, don't you, big man?" Boros' tail wags at his words and voice as he pats his head, tongue now out, making a mess of the floor.
"Oh yeah, he does." Lyric should have known better than to be warmed at Ely's admission. "He always perks up when we mention the words big idiot." And sure enough, Boros's tail wags even harder, looking from Ely to Lyric. "You do owe him a walk."
"You owe me one, too."
Hannah rolls her eyes at the camera as her companions look at each other for a beat, but then someone appears with a chair for Ely, and the interview continues, with Ely and Hannah poking at Lyric every chance they get, and Lyric shamelessly flirting back, to no success. (Ely used to get flustered but got used to it.) (Lyric's kinda mad at that.)
author's note: yeah, this is a 1. even in universe if after everything someone asked the question he'd be fine. what can i say, he's not one to be embarrassed oh yeah: should have asked for the one he regrets the most <3
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ikkaku-of-heart · 2 years
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@distopea​ asked: “Boo!” 
He introduced himself with a low voice, as he had spotted Ikakku from a far distance. She was probably inspecting the new island, looking for fresh cut woods, maybe food - who knew, the place was pretty much a virgin jungle. It appeared they had bumped into each other once more, a beautiful coincidence. She was certainly with the rest of his crew, and on his side, well, he was exploring before heading back to the Moby Dick. He waited for her to turn around, even if he knew she wasn’t the kind of person to be easily scared. Ace greeted her with the widest smile, before he looped his arm around her, dragging her against his chest. “Sorry princess, I didn’t mean to scare you even if… You really don’t look that scared right now.”
He kissed her, gently, before he decided that he wanted to add a bit more of his usual passion. It had been a few weeks since he hadn’t seen her, and somehow, he felt the urge to surrender to his own lust. His lips drifted into the crook of her neck, where he softly bit her there, both of his hands caressing the length of her back. “I’m supposed to leave this island tonight. Bad timing right?” He looked back at her, and offered a new smile. “Princess… Don’t you want to fool around before we part again?”
Unprompted
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Ikkaku had heard someone approach her from behind - jungle floors were covered in debris that made sneaking fairly tricky - so she didn’t jump at Ace’s attempt to startle her, though she did let out a little laugh of delight at the familiar voice.
Turning around, she looped her arms around his neck and allowed him to pull her close, gracing him with an amused smile. “Sorry, Ace. Scaring me takes more than a little ‘boo’. Mostly because Law pulled that shit on me all the time when I was first recruited, only with the added bonus of teleportation and dismembered body parts. Set the bar kinda high.”
Despite her lack of shock, she was surprised to see him there. Pleasantly so, of course. The jungle island was lush and beautiful, but the scenery paled in comparison to Ace’s warm grin. Plus, the guys had been getting on her nerves more as of late, so she was desperate for the excuse to get away, even for a few hours. They hadn’t done anything wrong, but weeks of being stuck in a pressurized can with them could be grating. The fresh air, time away from the guys, and now the presence of the handsome Fire Fist was practically all her prayers answered in one fell swoop.
Happily she returned the kiss, savoring the soft warmth of his lips and the passion she felt as he deepened it. It had only been a few weeks, but she’d missed him. The sex was great of course, but she found she even missed just his presence. He was fun to be around, they’d had some genuinely thought-provoking conversations, and he rarely failed to have her grinning like a fool by the time they had to part. Unfortunately, from the sounds of things, this time they’d have to go their separate ways far sooner than either of them would like.
“Definitely bad timing,” she agreed with a little moan as he nipped at her neck. He’d gotten so good at aiming for her weak spots. Her nails ran up his bare back as she angled her neck to give him better access. If they only had a few hours, she was happy to let him taste as much of her skin as he liked. “Guess we just have to make the time we’ve got count. So you’d better not hold anything back,” Ikkaku added with a wink as she pulled away. Grabbing his hand, she led him into the jungle. She’d set up a blanket, some fruits from the island, and a few books as a sort of mini vacation getaway in a small clearing nearby, but now she was more than happy to turn it into a impromptu love nest.
When they got there, she playfully pushed him down to sit on the blanket. Unzipping her boiler suit, she quickly stripped down to her red and orange bikini - she’d planned on going swimming later, but that could wait until another time. At least the scraps of fabric barely covering her breasts and ass gave him easy access to her most sensitive bits. She gave him a sultry smirk as she straddled his waist, angling his head upwards to pull him in for another deep, passionate kiss, tongues tangling as she teasingly tugged at his hair.
When they finally parted for air, Ikkaku rolled her hips against his, grinding against the hard bulge she felt straining against his cargo shorts. “What’s the saying; save a horse, ride a cowboy?” she teased, stealing his hat and placing it on her own head. Running her hands down his chest, she added breathily, “Hope you don’t need to leave tonight. Because by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be too exhausted to light an after-sex cigarette, much less power Striker.”
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azrael-wiffen · 2 years
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Act I:
With a half hour of sleep being a generous estimate I was up at 3am sliding out an early poo, unusual for me in the pregame. All business and efficiency I set about greasing my entire body in running lubricant, standard running kit plus a couple of additional hacks to keep cool and sun protected. Now it was time to head to the start line for some athlete breakfast and nervous anticipation cut by friendly banter and shit talk.
These are the moments when time stands still but moves in the blink or an eye…
I have never felt such fear and trepidation before an event but here I was, just stick to the plan. I had told myself and anyone that asked for the last few weeks that a result of 29h59m59s is all I was after, anything else was a bonus. I knew my training wasn't sufficient but a couple of conversations in the days preceding planted a 24hour attempt in my mind…maybe, the main thing is to take it easy on the down hills early on and see how we are feeling. Take it easy, hike the uphills, don't get caught up in the crowd, run your own race.
The two things that came across as this biggest concern were the elevation and the heat, to add to this i had to watch my Achilles and right hip flexor so I wouldn't be caught dragging that leg for half the event and then the dreaded calf cramps that sporadically raise their head during events.
I was one of the first to arrive giving me the pick of the breakfast items. Juice and a muffin then slowly the rooms began to fill out, warm inside and quite brisk outside. I slowly moved amongst the crowd chatting to the runners, crew and organisers I had met over the preceding days as well as making some more last minute run buddies….then that iconic gate with its red digital glow began to reach go time.
Slowly the herd began to filter out into the elements to prepare for the ceremonial countdown and shotgun fire signalling the beginning of the long day out or, as they say, the big dance. I had joked the day before that there were that many Australians, we should hustle ourselves to pole position and block out the front runners with a row of Aussies but now it all gets serious. I shuffled my way toward the front of the corral as the countdown timer I had watched over the previous days lurched below the one minute stamp. Soon we broached ten seconds and the tradition of everyone counting down in unison, peak nervousness set in as I attempted to maintain composure and focus on taking it easy. The hard part is done, I made it to the start line, whatever happens from here is a bonus. Ceremony dictates a gunshot indicating the start of the event but I didn't hear it…
An easy run out of the gate, maybe one hundred metres and then the more than 4km climb begins, pull back to an easy hike straight away. So far so good, although a few times I feel my great rate rise so I try to calm myself internally and with deep breaths, more of that nervous energy. I immediately start seeing people I have met and, ever the clown, breaking the silence, calling them out and engaging lighthearted conversation, why is everyone so serious? Troy (Aus) flies past me, having known him online for almost three years now, I figure thats the last time I'll see him all day, Chris (Ger) comes up beside me and politely excuses himself as he sets his headphones and gameface on. I then spent most of the climb with Kaci (USA) and Simone (Aus) as very slowly the pack thinned out, before we hit the summit we would be jamming single file and prepared to shuffle down the single-track on the other side. Being mindful of the vistas of grand mountains and lake Tahoe in the distance I kept a consistent climb to meet the party at the top, with crowds and music I was sure to throw some shapes for the cameras with the rising sun shedding it's golden light on the day ahead.
Then it was on, once you hit that summit the gears shift, it's not a heavy descent but after the best part of an hour climbing, legs are eager to start running. What was mostly broad firetrail has now squarely set in on winding single trail overlooking valleys of pine forests and the occasional snow drift. Runners quickly set into race mode looking for lines and opportunities to pass or calling back of they feel you close behind with an urge to move through. I'm aiming to keep it easy and enjoy, although these are very runnable, fun trails. We cross some small remnants of snow and the first hints of wet feet with streams of the melt crossing the trail or coming directly down the trail, what would soon become a theme for the day.
Lyon Ridge is the first aid station the emerges from the wood at 10.3 miles or about 16.5k, looking back that was two and a half hours but it went by in the blink of an eye. I refilled my bottle and ate my way up the snack table grabbing biscuits, m&m's and fruit…wait, what was I here for? Volunteers call your number as you enter and again as you leave the aid station and off I went up the hill but caught the aid station captain at the last minute, someone I had met recently. It's always amazing finding a familiar face in these long events and this turned out to be particularly fortuitous. In my buffet excitement, I had failed to turn around and had completely missed the ice station, it was not yet hot but the plan was to ice early and ice a lot! He asked if I had grabbed ice and then ushered me back into the aid station, technically not something you are supposed to do once you have already cleared the checkpoint. He waved off the other volunteers concerns and I packed ice into my sleeves, running pack and a sock which I wore inserted into my neck gaiter. Now I was ready to continue, back to the climb.
More spectacular scenery lay before me with rocky climbs and dusty descents, playing leap frog with different runners or playing follow the leader in endless single file conga lines down switchbacks and passing the occasional photographer. The camera is always a fun part of an event, having some quick passing banter and playing up for the camera with a strong man pose or tongue out and throwing the horns.
Then before I knew it I was descending upon red star ridge and their forward volly was asking if I had a drop bag, an internal smile but an outwardly polite response in the negative I really felt it would be strange to have a drop bag so early in the game. Again I refilled my bottle, a sip of ginger ale, grabbed some snacks and gels and kept moving. I had already fine tuned, where they had standard thick GU gels I opted for the more watery version I had never tried before. They went down easy and I chose not to even wrestle with the thick, sticky texture or the regular offering.
Over the next twenty or thirty miles I would come in and out of range of Simone (Aus) who had helped me out with my bags a couple of days earlier and subsequently had us right place right time to meet Camille (USA). It was this section where I started to notice the length and grade of the descents. At first I questioned myself getting caught up in the conga line and having my speed dictated to me but I soon realised that you aren't able to take the descents easy, there is only two ways, you run the hills or brake the hills, either way your quads need to be primed. The aid stations are close but that terrain will catch you if you're sleeping. Then before I knew it, I had hit Duncan canyon, the last time I would see Kaci (USA) as she was shuffled away by crew. I packed ice, sunscreen, downed some decent food and from here it's a straight drop out of the aid station then into some long winding switchbacks where it really starts to heat up and you find some real creeks flowing across the trails.
The heat is often talked about at western states and this year was no different, however this didn't factor too much outside of my initial concerns. I don't know if it's the Australian connection, the 40 degree steamed up showers and baths I held every chance I got in the lead up or the kilo of ice I was carrying around at any given time during the event but at no point did I feel like the heat was irrepressible or that it was hampering my performance. I still made sure to splash myself in those streams when convenient. This next section did make me aware of my half hour of sleep the night before, everything else felt good I just had a little fade and wished for a little more sleep. Still too early for caffeine, hopefully it's just a phase…
I caught Chris (Ger) somewhere at the bottom of the canyon with a brief pass, I gave him a hoy but wasn't too sure how he was travelling. A lot of this section you are snaking into or out of canyons with pretty steep drops to your feet, at one point I waved another runner past, he caught a rock and almost went sailing down the side, luckily the damage was little more than pride and a face full of dirt. Back at the top the toll of the event was starting to show as I checked in with other runners who were largely silent, sometimes others must hate me when theyre in that pain cave and I'm asking how their event is going. I came across an American holding two hand helds in walk mode who said he had been throwing up and just outside an aid station Troy (Aus) came up behind me for a chat. I told him I hadn't expected to see him again and he said that he had to sit for half an hour as he was couldn't see or talk properly, I then watched him disappear in the distance.
Another party aid station came with crowds of people, music and fun, seeing a fresh tub of squirrels I dig my fingers in and must used at least half the jar between my legs and cheeks, that's like fifteen bucks back home! The ks seemed to roll over and I got a strong sense of the truly international flavour of the event exchanging conversation with Spaniards, french, Mexicans, Italians and more as I approached another canyon with a Mexican who seemed on the brink of pulling the pin. Keeping an eye on the time, I was well on track for that sub 24 hour and although those downhills were putting expected (but not well trained for) stress on, everything else was moving well.
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– Ajak being jealous headcanons
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Ajak wasn't truly a jealous person.
Both of you being Eternals meant that you've been together for quite some time already, and you trusted each other more than anything.
There were never reasons to be jealous.
However, in the time where you, the Eternals, were seen and praised as gods, receiving more attention than you were used to was the new normality.
That meant having people constantly coming to you. But it was nothing that any of you were against.
There were feasts in your honour, some of you dancing with the people that were more than thrilled to see you, and others simply enjoying the foods served.
Whenever you and Ajak weren't dancing together, you'd be asked by someone else to dance. Ajak would watch from afar, a smile on her face as you connected eyes from the different sides of the room.
Never a reason to feel jealous.
This one time, however, Ajak couldn't help but feel something as the woman you danced with whispered something that made you laugh. She decided to ignore it, shifting her attention to anything else. Watching Druig and King fight over minor things would work.
Oh. But when she turned back to you and your dance partner and saw her hands resting on your waist, pulling you closer, she could no longer hold back that “something” she felt before.
You didn't really mind the other person's move as you were simply enjoying the moment. On the other hand, Ajak's focus was set on the woman by your side, her eyes almost burning holes on your dance partner.
But she wouldn't interfere, no.
When you searched for your lover around the place you noticed the unusual look on her face, one that you've never seen before.
Excusing yourself from the woman, you made your way to Ajak, who had already turned away from the dance floor.
“Ajak? Did something happen, my love?” You placed one of your hands on her hips to pull her closer, the other gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
“She seems to like you, uh?” She whispered, not mad, her voice showing hints of nervousness that's were accompanied by a bittersweet chuckle.
When she wouldn't meet your eyes, that's when you realised what was really happening.
As much as you'd want to tease her, you knew this was not the time. She truly didn't feel the best right that moment.
“Hm, but you know who I like?” The hand that was caressing her cheeks was now pushing her face up by her chin, just so you could look at her eyes. The usually confident leader was staring at you shyly, listening to your every word. “A certain brunette who's standing right in front of me.” And with that you kissed her, and suddenly every thought of jealousy and insecurity wandering around Ajak's head left instantly, instead getting lost in the kiss.
Of course that wasn't the end of it.
Once you pulled back, you teasingly started leaving little kisses on her neck until reaching her cheek, whispering sweet nothings and only stopping when she pushed you back giggling like a teenage in love.
“Oh, you're a child, shoo go back to dance.” She shooed you with fake annoyance, knowing full well you'd keep on teasing her about this forever.
You couldn't help but laugh at her surprised face as you pulled her to the dance floor out of the blue.
“You were saying, my dear..?”
You bet she nudged you with her shoulder before following your lead as you both swayed to the rhythm of the music.
⎯⎯⎯ BONUS:
Eventually, she'd pull you in by your waist, her grip remaining as she leaned forward to whisper in your ear.
The shock in your face would be enough to make a sly smirk form on her face.
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Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation
Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”
Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased. 
Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg. 
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VOD LINKS:
Philza
Tubbo
Fundy
Foolish
Eret
Captain Puffy
Antfrost
Michaelmcchill
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- Phil works on the basement some more
- Tubbo works on his outpost
- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him 
- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas 
- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!
- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost
- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not
- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken
- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person
- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being
- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs: 
FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:
Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains
Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast
mine diamonds
be able to accept therapy say “im okay with therapy”
good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend
sleep
take care of pet :)
learn to count
- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet
- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal
- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all
- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea
- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.” 
He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!
- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds
- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house
- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something
Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”
(he struggles to say the last word)
Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”
- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies
- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is
- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together
- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill
- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.
- He goes to his bed, hesitates...
...and sleeps.
(This is a set up for next stream)
- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge
- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed
- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now. 
- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:
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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE
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- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message
- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead
- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish
Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well
Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here
- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on. 
- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)
- The two gather sand together
Foolish: I hold nothing against you
Ant: thank you
Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better
Ant: how so
Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action
Ant: well at least something good came out of it
Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat
Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged
- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas
- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times
- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk
- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:
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Dear Foolish!
It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.
Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!
Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!
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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive
- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium
- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk
- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died
- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...
Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”
- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant
Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”
Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”
Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”
- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards
- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered
Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”
Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”
Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”
Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”
Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”
Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”
- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends
- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again
Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”
Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”
- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him
Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”
- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed
- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands
- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame
- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates
- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people
- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either
- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation
- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad
- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting
- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did
- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently
- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it
- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it
- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since
Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”
Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?
- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing
- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows
- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people
- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug
- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay
- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning
- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide
- They do a group hug
- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes
- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together
- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well! 
- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it
(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)
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Solhwi prompt:
Sol A tries to set up a date between sol B and joonhwi after his court 'confession' (even though she is lowkey jealous) assuming he was talking about her and confusion ensues... And if you can use the following dialogue-
"Sol, it's you. It has always been you."
love's complicated.
Sol A's not jealous. She really isn't.
But what was this twisting, nerve wracking feeling that she feels every time she sees Sol B?
notes: prompted by @confusedsoulsramblings ! i had so much fun writing this, i had to add a small bonus at the end. i had no intention on making this so long, but i guess it’s my trait to make long fics. spelling, grammar and incorrect information will be taken responsible by me. thank you all for support, once again! let me know of more prompts, questions or your reviews! feedback and criticism very much appreciated! thank you all, once again for the endless love!!
words: 3000 words.
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Sol shouldn't be any less shocked during Yeseul's trial. When Prosecutor Jin cornered Joon Hwi with his question, she turned to look at her roomie at the same time she did. Then, she saw Joon Hwi’s eyes trail nervously, fluttering between them both. Sol knew his answer from the look on his face. 
It was never her to begin with.
She wasn't angry. She wasn't upset. She expected it. Sol B was sophisticated, graceful and beautiful. She knew how all the freshmen would nickname her "Ice Princess.". Could anyone disagree? Furthermore, coming from a family of lawyers and prosecutors, who wouldn't love her? She was a dream child. She possessed both the brains and the beauty. 
Joon Hwi was always open with his teasing and words. He loved teasing her over their first meeting at the bookstore. He loves visiting Byeol randomly, even when Sol isn't home. He often comments with sentences that could have secondary meanings, and was very much teased by Bokgi. Even though he infuriated her sometimes, she always smiled with him.
Sol felt special, if she was honest. She felt like the only girl that he had his eyes on. She couldn’t help but feel tingly inside and her heart blooming like flowers in spring. Yeseul spent hours convincing Sol that Joon Hwi likes her, and on some nights, she liked to fantasied to the thought of it. 
Of course, it means nothing to her now.
Sol sits alone in the study room, huffing out a sigh. She ruffles her hair and buries her face into her sweater sleeves. She can't believe that she can't study due to Joon Hwi liking her roommate. She doesn't like the twisting feeling in her stomach, and she doesn't know what it's called, too.
Was she... jealous? 
Sol shakes her head vigorously and slaps her face a couple of times. No, she thinks, and lets out a breathy laugh. She can’t be. As far as her feelings went, she never considered seeing Joon Hwi more than best friends. The chances of him liking her was held at a much higher percentage than her liking him, in Sol’s head. 
But thinking back, she couldn’t deny her feelings anymore. She couldn’t bury her feelings any further, especially now that she has accidentally dug them up. Her snarky remarks, the way she acted with him, the burning feelings she felt whenever someone spoke bad of him, her smiles that she would sometimes save for him. 
Maybe, she does had feelings for this second round judicial exam passer. 
But at the same time, she felt wrong. Her roomie was oh, so obviously in love with Joon Hwi, harbouring such toxic feelings felt wrong. It felt backstabbing and so betraying. She couldn’t be jealous. She can’t be, anymore. She should be happy, for her best friend to fancy such a perfect partner like Sol B.
Even if it meant that her feelings were not returned, she didn't mind. 
Because his happiness and smile was enough for her. 
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Sol did her best to squash those toxic feelings. She reminded herself that her roomie was in love with her best friend, and her best friend felt the same. She avoided every moment she was caught between them and always scooted away when Joon Hwi wanted to sit with her. She gave lame excuses (”I want to sit with Yeseul”, “Yebeom needs to help me with a case”), but her feelings only bubbled up stronger inside. 
She witnessed as her cold faced roomie soften in her speech when talking to Joon Hwi, the way her eyes softened when he would explain something to her, the way he gave the exact same smile to her when he witnesses her finally figuring things on her own. Or the eyes that he gives when he devours his ramyeon while Sol eats her extra pickles with equal fervour. 
If Sol was being honest and straightforward, she wanted to take out her anger on Joon Hwi. For leading her on to believing that he liked her. For being so flirty with her that even BokGi wanted to join in on the teasing. For playing her into this game, only to leave her hanging and lost and completely blindsided by his feelings.
But no, she couldn’t. She knew it wasn’t his fault. She blamed herself, for letting herself be lead by him. She blamed herself for falling for him, instead of focussing on her studies. She was always more rash and emotional. 
It was her decision to fall for his charms, not his. 
She can’t bring herself to blame him, knowing that Joon Hwi was always like this. Mumbling with low spirits, she sunk lower into her chair in the empty study room. She purposely didn’t want to tell anyone that she would be studying in the study room, in hopes that she could be alone. Heading back to her dorm was not an option, since her roomie’s presence would made her so guilty.
“Why the long sigh, sunbae?” She freezes at the nickname. Internally, a part of her lights up, recognising the voice, but even more the nickname that was said. As quickly as it came, it dissipated as she finally registered who it was, and her guilt ridden feelings came right back up. 
Joon Hwi walked in, with his bag slung over, his signature smirk on his face. Pulling a chair, he scooted it over nearer to Sol. Peering over her book, he leaned closer and grabbed the pen she was holding.
“Ooh, criminal codes. Are you having trouble?” He asks, leaning closer to her. 
Sol was so glad he was not looking at her. His body was so near hers, that she could smell the fresh cologne he wore, and the slight musk of sweat from a whole day of work. She couldn’t stay here any longer, while having a knot in her stomach. Leaping from her chair, she gathered her books, nearly scaring Joon Hwi and she quickly packed her things. 
“I... I just remembered that I needed to meet Yeseul for something!” She blurts out, before running out the room. 
She ran up to where the lecture halls were at, before going back down and escape to a part of their campus garden. She always took the same spot, a hidden corner hidden away by a tree that even Joon Hwi isn’t aware of. She frequented that area many times, when she was still insecure about making friends and found it particularly comforting.
“This is no good, I can’t run off every time I see him.” She mumbles to herself. She knew she was right. She knew Joon Hwi was smart to catch on about her not attending classes as usual with her seat next to him. Even though she still showed up for study group, she knew that he could sense the change in her mood. 
She needed a plan, and she needed it ASAP. 
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A week passed after her awkward encounter. Sol had gotten used to the twisted feeling in her stomach. After a week of debating in her head, she formulated her plan to get her feelings over and done with. 
She was going to have her roommate and Joon Hwi date. 
Sol had figured that if there’s anything she does best, it’s to disappoint herself. Instead of losing face to her best friend and confessing to him about how she felt, she much rather have her feelings crushed instead. Because she knows that he will probably debate on who to choose and she couldn’t let him be the decision maker. He doesn't need to make such a difficult decision. 
Besides, Sol knew her roomie’s situation. With an overbearing and controlling mother, the least she could do to make her happy was to have the man she crushed on. He could at least help her in her studies, benefitting her mother’s dreams of being a judge one day and have him by her side forever. 
Sol knew the date was going to go well. Sol B had the hugest crush, Joon Hwi would have might as well admitted to her that he had feelings for her in front of the whole court room. All they were missing were private moments alone, without their textbooks and no mentions of school. Oh, and maybe a few glasses of wine and a fancy restaurant in town.
And so Sol found herself in the study room alone again, thinking about how to tell Joon Hwi about setting up a date between Sol B. 
Apparently, fate meant for it to happen now.
Because Joon Hwi strode in, a familiar smile on his face, in his hoodie. 
“Stuck again?” Joon Hwi says, nodding to her books on the table. She contemplates going into small talk and saying yes, but pushes her thoughts aside. No, she needed this out of her system. 
“Joon Hwi, how would you like to go on a date with Sol B?” She blurts out, literally making her point across. Joon Hwi is stunned for a moment, as he sets his bag on the table, leaning on a chair. 
“Well...what makes you think I would enjoy it?” Joon Hwi stutters back, clearly stunned. 
“Oh, I mean, well, you know how Sol B likes you, don’t you? And I think it’ll be nice for you to go on a date with her. You know get to know my roomie more.” Sol replies as casually as she can. A part of her hopes he says no, that he rather spends his time doing anything else. 
But instead, he just shrugs and nods. 
And her heart drops, shattering like glass into a thousand pieces. She maintains her bright smile on her face, and even gives a convincing laugh. Sol sits through the next ten minutes of her telling Joon Hwi when she’s free tomorrow and promising she won’t tell anyone, not even Yeseul. 
As best as she can, she excuses herself from him, hoping her voice isn’t shaky when she says “I hope you enjoy your date!” as she walks away. Her steps are shaky and she feels lightheaded. She doesn't notice how her eyes are teary, the same way they get when she cuts onions. 
Rushing to the washroom nearest to the garden, she locks herself in a cubicle and takes deep silent breaths. She concentrates on breathing and tries brainwashing herself. Come on, Sol, you can’t be upset for him. You should be happy! Joon Hwi is going on a date! And he’s going with the best girl you know! Why are you upset? She repeatedly chants this in her head, holding in her tears as best she can.
But it unfortunately isn’t enough when she finally cracks, letting the pent up sadness explode from it’s cage, her tears streaming down. She prays the bathroom is empty when she wails and sobs, crumbling to the floor in a heap of tears as she can’t help but get the image of her crush and roommate holding hands and kissing. 
For once in her life, she has never felt so hurt, but she couldn’t blame anyone but herself for putting herself in this situation. She landed herself in this ditch, and now she has to deal with the fact that her crush, her best friend, will be dating her roommate. 
Composing herself, she wipes her tears dry and washes her splotchy face. She rejects Yeseul’s offer for dinner, resorting to spending her night at the campus garden away in her hiding spot. She’s cold, but it’s nowhere near the numbness she feels in her heart deep down. When it gets too cold at 2am, she sneaks back into campus and goes to the long sofas in front of the Lady of Justice statue. 
She sits there staring into space for a long while, before carrying her bag to the, now empty and deserted, study room, where she crouches to the corner of the room. She’s reminded of the moments where he would sit with her so close, their shoulders brushed each other and their fingers always fumbled around for stationary. Everything reminds her of him, and she falls asleep, huddled in a corner, just as the rare rays of sun start to emerge.
She wanted him, but he wasn't hers anymore. 
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“Sol. Sol, get up.” She hears a familiar voice say. Having slept for less than six hours, she’s groggy and rubs her eyes. Her back hurts from being hunched over, and her joints are sore and stiff. Her vision comes to focus as she comes face to face with Joon Hwi.
“Ah!” She yelps out, startled by his presence and retreats back, only banging her head against the metal cabinets instead. She winces and rubs her head, soothing her pain. Joon Hwi sighs and holds out his hand. She swats his hand away. 
“Why are you here?” Sol asks Joon Hwi. Joon Hwi holds a serious expression as he steps back to let Sol stand on her own. 
“I take back what I said yesterday.” He says suddenly. 
“Huh?”
“I’m not going on a date with Sol B anymore. I don’t want to.” He blurts out. Sol takes a moment to register his words. Immediately, anger floods in. She can’t tell if it’s residual anger from being mad at him for playing her, or anger on behalf of her roommate. 
“What? What do you mean? But Sol B likes you so much! You should at least give her a chance!” Sol argues back, making her way to the other side of the table at the same time, dumping her bag there. She’s proper angry now, letting her emotions take charge of her actions. Her eyes are frustrated and her face frowns. Joon Hwi stops her and grabs her wrist, stopping her from moving away from him and pulls her back to the same side of the table that he is. 
“I don’t like her. And I don’t think I ever will.” He admits. Sol is breathless, taking in all this new information. But during the court, it was so clear that it was her roommate. She can’t do it, having Joon Hwi so close to her, wanting to be with him, yet getting told that he harbours no feelings for Sol B. The tension she felt was driving her crazy.
“But...” Her speech comes out breathless, almost suffocated out of anger and frustration. 
“Sol.” His voice is an octave lower, as he leans towards her, his face closing the distance. “Listen to me.”
“It’s you. It has always been you. From the beginning, it was always you.” 
Sol lets out a breath, almost suffocating from the tension. 
It...it was her? 
All this while...? 
“I thought... I thought...” She hates how her voice is so full of breath. She’s leaning against the table, and his hands have shifted from her wrist to the side of the table, trapping her.“I thought you liked her. I thought this entire while, she was the one you liked.”
“Maybe this will make you trust me.” 
And he presses his mouth against hers. 
Sol’s startled, not used to Joon Hwi being so dominating. But his soft lips against hers distract her. She removes her hands from the table, bringing them up to his hang around his neck. His hands slowly make their way to her waist as they move in sync. When they finally part, Sol’s face is blushed bright red. She feels his hot breath against her face.
“Believe me now, sunbae?” 
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Sol B tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ears when she stops in her tracks to meet Joon Hwi.
“Hey, um, can we talk?” He asks awkwardly. She doesn’t know why she feels so calm, knowing that she should be feeling butterflies for having her crush talk to her. Nodding, they head to a spot until the staircases. 
“I don’t know how to put it...” Sol B realises where this conversation is going. In fact, she has been waiting for this day, ever since Yeseul’s court hearing. She knows what he’s going to say before he even says it. 
“You don’t like me, you like Sol A, right?” She completes his sentence. Joon Hwi fumbles in his speech and finds ways to defend himself quickly. But Sol B is quick to cut him off.
“It’s okay.” She says, the closest thing to a satisfied face she can make on her face. “I fully support you.”
“You’re... you’re not sad? Or angry?” Joon Hwi is cautious with his questions. Sol gives a slight scoff. If she’s honest, she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what begin her crush for him, to begin with. She can’t remember if it was the way he answered questions, or the time he helped her put on her glasses. All she knows is that he didn’t like her, and she felt peace with that.
“I’ve seen the way you look at her. Your smile and your eyes are enough to prove it. Besides, that's who you were talking about in court, wasn’t it? You wanted to protect her.” She asks. He nods, eyes unable to meet hers. 
When Sol B went to bed the night before, she noticed that her roomie was nowhere. Assuming that she was out studying, she went to bed. But when she woke up the next morning, Sol B found her bed still the same state as last night. It was obvious she didn’t return to the dorm. 
“She didn't come back last night.” Sol B says and Joon Hwi’s eyes widen in panic. 
“What?”
“Check the study room. She might just be studying there.”
“Okay.” He says and turns around. But he turns around once more before jogging away.
“Thank you, for everything.” 
Sol B gives a suppressed smile as she watches Joon Hwi get further and further from him. She tries all she can to find anger, jealousy, sadness, brokenness, denial. 
But yet, all she feels is calming peace. 
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forzalando · 3 years
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royally screwed | fw | pt. two
pairing: prince!fred x princess!reader word count: 2.4k warnings: cursing, mentions of meals/food, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers a/n: hello friends! happy valentine’s day!!💛the long awaited part two is here and i hope you all enjoy!😊bonus points if you catch the subtle hp references in this chapter hahaha thank you to @spacexcowgirl​ for beta reading, i love you dearly!! you can read part one here
summary: Prince Frederick Weasley of Burrow was a twin, but unfortunately, at least in his mind, he was born the eldest twin, meaning it was his duty to inherit the kingdom. Since the young age of ten, Fred knew that he was to marry Princess Y/N Y/L/N of Diagon, and over the years they’ve both come to dread the day. With the eve of their wedding closely approaching, their disdain for each other begins to worry their respective families. However, there is a very fine line between love and hate.
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Y/N awoke the next morning and immediately recounted the previous day’s events; she could feel the puffiness in her face and eyes from the tears shed after her Mother left her room. She had hoped that their conversation would go differently, but it was done and there was nothing left she could say regarding the matter.
A sharp knock on Y/N’s chamber door had her jumping up and crossing the room faster than her feet would carry her. She stumbled a bit, almost crashing into the door before pulling it open, only to see the most peculiar sight.
Frederick Weasley, with his siblings stood behind him, although George was standing rather close so that he could pinch his brother’s ear.
“Well,” Ginny goaded, “go on then, you arse.”
Fred turned swiftly to shoot his sister a glare, but George’s grip on his ear had him wincing in pain.
“You better get going or I swear I’ll rip it off,” George grumbled, struggling to hide the jesting smile creeping on his face.
“Fine, fine,” Fred huffed. “Princess Y/N, I would like to apologize for my behavior last night. It was entirely unacceptable and I hope that you can find it in your impossibly sma-”
Ginny quickly stomped on Fred’s foot, interrupting what Y/N was sure would be an insult.
“Pardon me, your impossibly large heart, to forgive me. I was also wondering if you would care to join me for breakfast in the drawing room.”
George promptly let go of Fred’s ear, but not without one final yank, and the entire clan of Weasley siblings looked at Y/N expectantly, awaiting her answer with fervor.
“You must be absolutely mad, Frederick Weasley,” she scoffed, folding her arms across her chest in defiance. “After your attitude last night, which you had for no reason, I might add, and you come knocking on my door to ask if I want to have breakfast with you? I don’t want to see your face unless I have to!”
“I’m trying, Y/N! You said that the least I could was try, so here I am, offering to spend time with you when I’d rather lick the floor in the foyer.”
“Well, then, feel free to go scrub the floors with your tongue because I will not join you for a meal today or any other day!”
Fred stalked away with no objections from his siblings, who were all laughing at Y/N’s quip. She had a satisfied smile on her face as well, but it quickly fell when she averted her gaze to the three other Weasley siblings.
“Now what exactly did you think that was going to accomplish?” Y/N spoke with a, mostly, playful glare to the three standing before her.
“Honestly, we were hoping a bit that you wouldn’t answer the door. Mum made us drag him down here,” George answered with a shrug of his shoulders.
“But, now that we are here,” Ginny said excitedly, “will you have breakfast with us?”
Y/N smiled softly; she could never say no to spending time with her only friends.
“Let me get dressed and I’ll meet you…where should I meet you?”
“The drawing room…” Ron mumbled, hoping Y/N wouldn’t recall that Fred wanted to take his breakfast there as well.
“You three are insufferable,” Y/N laughed, “however, I’ll be there in ten. Hopefully he will be gone by then.”
Y/N gently shut her door and quickly threw on a dress and her day slippers; her mother would absolutely have a fit if she saw the disheveled state she was in, but Y/N simply couldn’t care.
After a quick glance in the mirror, Y/N hurried through the castle corridors that she had come to know so well and made it to the drawing room in record time. To her delight, Frederick was nowhere to be seen.
“Good Morning, dear,” Queen Molly said warmly from her seat. “Have you by chance seen Fred this morning?”
Y/N heard the quiet snickering of Ron and George and then a hushed “shut it” that could only have come from Ginny.
“Oh, yes, Queen Molly, he stopped by my chambers to apologize. Very out of character for him, I wonder if someone slipped something into his morning tea.”
Molly Weasley hummed lightly, taking the slightly sarcastic tone of Y/N’s voice to mean that things hadn’t gone as she directed.
“That’s lovely, dear, maybe you’ll actually have a civil conversation in the gardens.”
Y/N set down her tea slowly, trying not to act shocked because she had no knowledge of a walk in the gardens.
“The gardens? I didn’t know anything about the gardens,” Y/N mused inquisitively.
“That’s where Fred is right now, I told him you’d be along in a few minutes. He even looked a bit excited,” Molly teased.
Y/N snorted inelegantly and immediately covered it with a cough; she rose from the table and looked pleadingly at George, hoping he could come up with some form of an excuse that would save her from time spent with Frederick, but George refused to look at her and continued eating his breakfast unbothered.
“I’ll go meet him now, Queen Molly. I’m sure he’s awfully busy so we can make this short,” Y/N said with a smile.
“Fred is free all day, I cleared his schedule, dear.”
“Brilliant,” she grimaced.
With a half-hearted wave, she left the drawing room and begrudgingly walked towards the gardens, smiling politely at each person she passed. Even if her future husband did not care for her, Y/N took comfort in knowing that his family and the people in the castle did; she hoped it would make the rest of her life tolerable.
All too soon, Y/N felt the sunshine on her face as she stepped into the magnificent palace gardens. She could spot Prince Frederick’s fiery hair a mile away; he was standing near the rose bushes twirling a yellow one between his long fingers.
The rustling of the grass between Y/N’s feet caused Fred to turn around to find the source of the noise.
He stalled a bit; even though he despised the Princess of Diagon, he could never deny that she was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was unkempt, a soft pink, cotton gown swished around her legs as she stalked toward him, and her face was set in a scowl but even the worst grimace could not distract from her captivating eyes.
It was entirely infuriating, and it made Fred want to hate her even more, but some intrinsic force wouldn’t allow him.
“What are you staring at?” Y/N asked, her eyebrow raising.
“Nothing,” Fred replied with a shake of his head. “I’m just thinking of all the ways I’d rather spend my morning.”
“Well, it seemed like you were staring at me. Do it again and I’ll push you into the rose bushes, I don’t care if you are the future King.”
Fred turned his head and tried not to crack a smile, but failed miserably as the corner of his mouth quirked up involuntarily.
“Let’s get this over with, Y/N, can your stubby legs keep up?”
“It’s not my fault you shot up like a bloody bean pole; you went from stumpy to looking like someone sewed tree limbs together and animated them.”
“Most women like tall men.”
“I like tall men, Frederick, I just don’t like you.”
A stunned silence fell over the two royals, only the sounds of the rustling leaves and nearby animals could be heard.
“I suppose that’s why you like Prince Cedric, then?”
“Beg your pardon?” Y/N’s eyes widened, confused at the sudden interrogation.
“Your conversation with your Mother last night, how you begged her to marry him instead. Or my brother. Or that horrid Malfoy.”
“You had no right – that was a private conversation. How dare you eavesdrop on my personal business? Every time I think you have a shred of decency you prove me wrong, Frederick Weasley.”
Fred stepped in front of the Princess, blocking her path and preventing her from walking on.
“Prove you wrong? I had come to your room to apologize when I heard you plotting with your Mother to run off with someone else and disrespect my family.”
“I would never disrespect your family. They’ve never been anything but good and kind to me, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt them. I haven’t the slightest idea how you’re related to any of them.”
“Oh, I know, you have them all wrapped around your little finger,” Fred scoffed.
“I’m not going to stand here and fight with you, Frederick, I don’t have the energy. Can we please just keep moving and we can tell your Mother we had a wonderful time and learned so much about each other.”
Y/N stepped around Fred, lightly grabbing his wrist to pull him along through the endless rows of flowers.
“She’ll probably quiz us and you don’t even know my favorite color,” Fred griped.
“It’s purple, I think,” Y/N blurted. “I overheard you telling your Mum years ago that you wanted purple frosting on some dessert. I figured that meant it was your favorite.”
“And you remembered?”
“There aren’t a lot of things I forget about the people in my life, Frederick. If it’s important to you, I’ll remember.”
“But you don’t care about me, why did you even bother?”
Y/N sighed and shook her head before turning to look at Fred, shielding her eyes from the sun.
“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate you. I don’t particularly like you, maybe in a different life we’d actually be friends, but I don’t hate you. I don’t hate anyone.”
Fred realized this was the longest they’d gone without arguing in years, and it was barely one tenth of a conversation. He turned his head slightly to watch Y/N, taking in the way she gazed lovingly at the surrounding flora, and noticed her eyes linger a bit longer every so often.
“Yellow,” Fred mumbled.
“What was that?” Y/N asked.
“You look longer at the yellow flowers. Yellow is your favorite color.”
Y/N smiled softly, the same smile she’d given Fred when she had arrived the day before but it was infinitely more sincere.
“If you were like this all the time, you wouldn’t be so bad Frederick.”
“Who says I’m not?”
Y/N rolled her eyes and this time Fred could not contain himself; he laughed loudly, and the sound triggered a fluttering of sorts in the Princess’s chest. They continued their walk, chattering idly and the Prince even picked a blooming yellow rose and delicately handed it to his Princess.
“I really did want to apologize last night, you know,” Fred assured. “I didn’t have any reason to be so rude when you arrived, I guess it was just…habit. We have a way of getting under each other’s skin.”
“Apology accepted, for your rudeness yesterday, of course. But, you owe me another.”
“Another?”
“Yes, for eavesdropping on me and my Mother.”
“That conversation involved me, I hardly think it’s one I shouldn’t be aware of if you’re trying to finagle your way out of our betrothal.”
“It may involve you, but it was a private conversation.”
“That involved me.”
“My God, I’ve said it before but truly every time I think you can redeem yourself, you do or say something completely asinine. Do you have any manners?”
“You were talking about me, I felt I had a right to listen!”
Y/N groaned loudly in annoyance, drawing the attention of the nearby guards.
“I don’t even believe you wanted to apologize, you had the chance this morning and just insulted me like you always do! Every decent part of you is nothing but an act!”
“You don’t even know me,” Fred seethed.
“No, I don’t, but it’s because you won’t let me!”
“You’ve never even tried, don’t attempt to play me for a fool, Y/N.”
“Well, I’m trying now. I’m trying now and still all we can do is fight.”
The two stood toe to toe, breathing heavily and staring into each other’s eyes. After a few moments, Y/N looked away and sighed deeply. It sounded almost dejected, Fred realized, rather than the anger he had expected.
“Go ahead of me back to the castle, please, I’d like to actually enjoy the rest of the walk.”
“I don’t have to take orders from – ”
“You’ll do as I say, Frederick Weasley,” Y/N snapped.
Fred wanted to argue; God, did he want to argue with her until he was blue in the face, but something about the tone of her voice frightened him a bit. So, he scoffed and stalked back to the castle, swinging his fists by his sides and gritting his teeth.
He passed by his twin, giving George a half-hearted wave before entering the castle. It wasn’t hard to sense the tone of what had transpired, and George shook his head and took off running towards the gardens to find Y/N.
“Oi! What did he do this time?” George shouted as he slowed to a stop in front of Y/N.
“Just the usual. Acting like a pompous prick that can do no wrong. He was nice for two minutes and then refused to apologize for eavesdropping last night on a conversation between me and my Mother!”
George rolled his eyes and raked a hand down his face, massaging his temples in preparation for the headache that his brother always managed to give him.
“Y/N, you know he’s not malicious, he’s just an idiot sometimes,” George offered.
“I appreciate you defending him but at the moment it’s going in one ear and out the other, Georgie.”
He laughed and slung an arm around the Princess’s shoulders, joining her on the remainder of her walk through the gardens. He noticed Y/N twirling a yellow rose around and every so often lifting it to inhale its sweet scent.
“Stealing flowers from our gardens, eh?” George jested, bumping his hip into Y/N.
“Frederick picked it for me, actually,” she mumbled.
“Well, that’s sweet. You two can get along, is what I’m seeing and hearing.”
“It was a momentary lapse of judgment,” Y/N sighed, before throwing the perfect rose to the ground and ensuring her slipper crushed the delicate petals.
When they were good and flattened into the Earth, she swore she felt an ache in her chest.
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beardrabbles · 3 years
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composed together. [ ♡ ]
characters: venti, reader
warnings: alcohol mention
word count: 3,029
notes: been trying out venti as a muse on a roleplay blog i have, but I wanted to have a crack at writing a reader with him. i'm not a poet in any sense of the word, so i'm sorry if isn't up to venti's standards lmao. if you tolerated all the rhyming, you deserve a gold star and a high-five.
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You had tried so hard to make it back in time, but were disappointed when you returned to find Mondstadt barren of the usual Windblume decorations. There were no wreaths or elaborately decorated banners, no potted plants sporting twirling pinwheels. The scent of fresh flowers and baking goods persisted, but it didn’t carry with it the festive spirit. People were, once again, content to ask for help rather than tend to their own needs.
‘ And that’s why I missed out.  .  . ’ You brooded. It was because you offered yourself as a member of the Adventurer's Guild that you had found yourself pulled away from your home. You had been promised that the job in question wouldn’t take you longer than three days, give or take a day depending on how well you did. But, as it turned out, you had been gone for an entire week. And in that week, the festival had come and gone.
Windblume had never been about the romance for you. Every year, you looked forward to the food and atmosphere, letting the spirit carry you away. This year, however, you had held onto the fleeting hope that someone might show interest. Or that you might gather the courage to approach the one you so adored. You knew it was a lame excuse to depend on one holiday to steel your nerves, but the time and your chance had dashed past in the blink of an eye.
“Shouldn’t have taken the damn commission.” You slumped at an outdoor table near The Angel’s Share, a half-empty tankard of cider resting in your hands. You drummed your fingers along the side of the tankard, willing yourself not to be bummed. The holiday would come around again next year, you reminded yourself as you downed another gulp. “But I’ll probably get sent out then too.”
You stooped forward even further, cheek nearly pressed flat to the table when the familiar sound of plucked  lyre strings thrummed in your ear. You sat straight so abruptly that you made yourself dizzy, your need to look around rapidly for the source not helping the fuzzy feeling in your head.
“Venti?” You called his name with such unbridled hope that he couldn’t keep himself hidden for long. A giggle sounded above you, and you felt your diminishing mood soar when you spotted the colorful bard sitting along the eaves of the tavern, beloved lyre in hand.
“The one and only!” He cooed, soaking in your glee. “Looks like you started without me.”
You frowned and peered down at your table, noting the two other empty tankards. Cheeks flushed from embarrassment, you pushed them aside, as if that would make them ( and your shame ) disappear. “Look, I just got back and I find out I missed out on Windbl——!”
Eyes up, you realized too late that Venti had vanished from the roof. You blinked once, then twice, your cider-addled mind slow to catch up. Where did he go?
“I was wondering where you’d gone off too.” His voice bobbed along the air, light and playful, and it tugged your attention like a hook pulling along a caught fish. He sat across from you, his chin resting in his palm and bright eyes twinkling with eternal mischief. “Missed Windblume, huh?”
“Mhmm.” You grunted and polished off the rest of your drink, mood dropping again. “I was looking forward to it too. Did I miss anything important?”
Venti hummed and leaned back in his seat. Absentmindedly, he toyed with the strings of his lyre. “Let me think. Margaret thought of a new, non-alcoholic drink and it went over pretty well with the kids and those looking to keep themselves a little more dignified during the festivities. Our own Honorary Knight was named this years Windblume Star! Oh! That’s right, I taught a class on the art of expressing ones love though poetry.”
You snorted.
“You taught people to write poems?” Your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “At what cost?”
“Come noq, Y/N, do you really think I could put a price on the ability to write out what a person’s heart yearns for most?” He paused, saw your deadpan stare, then let out a nervous chuckle. “A few bottles of holiday-exclusive wine is all I asked for.”
“Begged is more like it.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head. “How many bottles exactly?”
“Enough to tide me over.” Answered the bard vaguely.
“Is there any left?”
His silence was all the answer you needed. You groaned, let your head hit the table, then left it there as your forehead throbbed. Venti, sporting the rare flicker of guilt across a normally jovial face, leaned forward to pat at the back of your head.
“Hey, don’t be down. I have an idea!”
You lifted your head, but your eyes were downcast and dulled. “Is it a bad idea? I don’t think I want to mess with anyone right now, Venti.”
“I thought of the idea, so of course it’s a good one! And we’re not going to mess with anyone.” Venti grinned from ear-to-ear and stood, offering you a single, delicate hand. You gave it a hard stare, wondering what sort of troublesome plans he had brewing in his head. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to come up with a believable excuse as to why you couldn’t indulge him.
Leaving your empty tankards behind, you stood and took Venti’s hand. You stumbled the slightest bit before finding your footing. “What’s your idea, O Great and Fantastical Bard?”
“Since you’re being so kind as to lavish me in well-deserved compliments, I’ll tell you.” He winked at your withering glare. “You’re going to help me compose a song!”
“How is that going to cheer me up? I’m not poetic.” You grumbled. Venti clicked his tongue as he guided you away from the tavern and towards the cathedral.
“That is wildly untrue, Y/N! Everyone is capable of expressing themselves through poetry.” He argued.
“But I’m not good at rhyming or thinking of pretty words.” You countered. Venti sighed and gave your fingers an encouraging squeeze.
“That’s not what it’s about. No one said that poetry was meant to impress people. If it does, that’s a bonus, but the point is to shape your feelings. You write how you feel, not how you want to sound. If you don’t rhyme, that’s fine. If you want to use big words, then by all means! Short words are still words, and they can still carry your thoughts with them. There are no rules with it comes to poetry, no matter what some stuffy scholar might say.” He tugged your hand and pulled your arm up high, leading you into an impromptu twirl. Unable to help yourself, you fell into a fit of laughter that instantly lifted your mood.
“I guess you’re right, but that doesn’t make it any easier for me.” You followed along, a new spring in your step. Venti shrugged.
“Practice means progress!” He clearly wouldn’t allow you to wallow in your negativity, and you were quietly grateful for it. If there was anyone that could lift you out of a funk, no matter how deep and depressing it may be, it would be him. 
Venti lead you past the statue of Barbados and around the side of the cathedral, where he perched on the side of a stone railing. Beyond you sat the lake, it’s surface a constantly shifting sheet of vivid oranges, cheerful yellows, warm reds and sleepy blues. The sun was setting, and soon night would fall, but Venti didn’t seem concerned. If it didn’t worry him, then it didn’t worry you, so you found a seat beside him and made yourself comfortable.
“The breeze is nice.  .  .” You let your eyes fall closed, skin kissed by a gentle twirl of the air against your heated cheeks. You couldn’t see then how Venti’s lips quirked up subtly, an adoration in his eyes that not many earned. He watched you for all of one, still moment before your eyes opened and he was forced to look elsewhere.
“Yeah, it is. So!” Quick to discard the hammering in his chest, Venti pulled forward his lyre and cleared his throat. “About that song——”
“What is it about?”
“Unspoken love, the kind that lives in your chest and makes every moment spent with the person you adore both exciting and painful.” His fingers strummed one string, then another. You frowned, the first few notes squeezing at your heart.
“Why is it unspoken?” You wondered, keeping your voice low.
“Because, sometimes, confessing is more selfish and cruel than never saying anything at all. Because opening up one’s heart may lead to more pain than you first expect.” The melancholy notes only proved to add more hurt to your chest, but still the bard smiled.
“Do you really want to write a song that sad?” You weren’t sure that your flimsy mood could handle thinking about such a morose subject.
“Oh, don’t misunderstand, dear friend~ The reason for love’s silence is upsetting, but the love itself is anything but!” Venti began to swing his legs, and you felt the breeze pick up. Green eyes turned up towards the sky, while a subtle tinge of pink touched his cheeks. “I’ll think of the first few lines, then you chime in with whatever your lovely little mind and heart think of first. Alright?”
“If you say so.”
“Great!” Skilled fingers began to play, the heart of the music beating in time with your own. “I want it to start like this: I want always to treasure your warm soul and kind eyes.  .  .”
You waited for more, but were met with a calm quiet. A single glance from the bard, and you suddenly felt as is everyone in town could hear and see you. Face burning hot with embarrassment, you looked out towards water rather than at your companion.
“I want always to treasure your warm soul and kind eyes. Hmm.” You breathed in deep and muttered the first thing that came into your head. “Every smile and glance like a hard-earned prize.”
“Good! And you said you weren’t skilled at this.” Venti beamed, the sheer glee behind his praise lifting your mood higher still. “Let’s keep going. Next line: Your voice it rings like the sweetest prayer.  .  .”
You thought hard again, arms crossed tight and lips pursed. This was as difficult as you thought it might be, but Venti’s enthusiasm was infectious. So, again you offered the only words that rose to the top of your mind. “.  .  . a blessing from lips so fair.”
Venti hummed, the sound soft and low in his chest. “Indeed they are.”
“What?”
“Nothing! Moving on!” He slipped from the stone railing and came to stand in front of you, posture loose and playful even as he came dangerously close. “I adore you, I do. My heart is yours, it’s true. Little skips and steady pounding, my dear, you are astounding.”
Feeling him so near, his eyes mirthful and intent on you, you couldn’t help but to shrink into yourself a little. You grasped the railing you sat on and hunched your shoulders, eyes glued to your feet. If only those words were meant for you. Oh, but then what would you do?
“Is this meant to inspire other people to think of their love, or are you thinking of someone in particular?” You couldn’t and wouldn’t dare to hope, but you had to ask.
The strumming stopped, but you didn’t turn your gaze up.
“Perhaps I am,” Venti purred coyly, “why? Is there someone you’re thinking about?”
“Don’t be such an imp.” You kicked a foot out, but he was quick to step aside. Your aggression, though harmless, pulled a laugh from the bard. “I might be thinking of someone.”
“Who is it?” Venti pestered. “Do I know them?”
“Maybe.” You sported a cheeky smile of your own. Venti moved in an inch or two more to your side, leaving only a breadth of space between the two of you.
“Do they inspire you?” He asked. You sighed, completely unable to contain the need.
“He does.”
“Oh, so they’re a he, are they? That narrows it down.” He tittered and let himself play a soft, ambient tune. “Does he know how you feel?”
“No way!” You let out a bark of laughter. “Been trying to keep it a secret.”
“Why?” Venti blinked, appearing thoroughly baffled. “He should know!”
“What was it you said? Confessing is selfish sometimes.  .  .”
“Using my words against me. Cruel.” Venti sighed. “You really won’t tell him?”
“Not until it’s right, and not until I’m strong enough to accept the possibility that he might not feel the same.” Your smile was feeble and didn’t quite reach your eyes. “Chances come and go, away with the wind they blow, so I hold these lovelorn words inside my chest, never to be confessed.”
Venti frowned, watching as your fingers pressed and rubbed at the sudden ache right where your heart sat. His own reacted in kind, the horribly familiar grasp of doubt squeezing at his chest. He knew those thoughts and feelings all to well.
“In your heart the feelings run deep, but darling, don’t put them to sleep.” He reached out again when you dismissed his lyrics with a scoff, only this time you didn’t hesitate to place your hand in his. He didn’t drag you away from where you sat, but let his fingers slip between yours. Your heart stuttered a moment, the gentleness of the gesture filling you with gratitude and trace amounts of confusion.
The breeze picked up again, and you thought you could still hear the gentle song of the lyre despite him being preoccupied.
“Look at me.” He voice dropped to a whisper, so soft and airy that you almost didn’t catch it. But when you did, you bashfully locked your gaze with his. The sweetest smile pulled at his lips, the glimmer in his eyes so sincere that it made your own eyes prickle at the very corners.
Why did you have to fall for someone like him? Why couldn’t you have fallen for someone forgettable, or someone that wasn’t almost always within reach?
“Listen to my words, find them true, only a moron would reject you. You are wanted, loved and adored, you are more precious than any treasure hoard.” Venti arched himself forward, his forehead meeting with yours. Music continued to play in your ears, making the air around his words sweet. Could you believe them when they came from someone as flighty as him? You wanted desperately to, but you had to argue, to contest his open fondness for you.
“By the time the day is done, you’ll have said that to everyone.” You countered. Venti couldn’t hold back a laugh, his head moving away from yours. Already, you regretted sassing him. Come back, stay close.
“You’re getting better at that. While it’s true that I love to sing peoples praises, what I give you aren’t throwaway phrases. You’ve caught me, dear heart, and I want to surrender, allow me to bask in your unending splendor.”
You snorted and gave him a harmless shove. Venti grinned and gave in to your push, but he was near again in an instant.
“It can’t be that hard to believe that someone would love you. Don’t you believe me?” His question hung heavy in the air, leaving you momentarily speechless. Your mouth opened and closed, and each time your words failed you. Only after a long moment of listening to you stammer did Venti cautiously lean in. “Should I be selfish?”
“What does it mean for a bard to be selfish?” After a moment of mental screaming, you felt a smirk tease at your lips, but it was short lived. “Aside from drink all his wine before sharing it with someone?”
“Selfish bards do many, many things.” He spoke slowly, making sure each word dragged and lured you in. “I’ll admit it was silly to drink all the wine without you, but I can make up for it.”
You hummed contemplatively, each passing second tugging you closer and closer.
“How?”
“More wine?” He offered. You pulled a face.
“Mmmn, maybe. And?” Your mind was numb at this point, the idea that you two were so close making every inch of your body squirm. You had only daydreamed of sappy little scenarios like this, so living one out felt too good to be true. You were waiting to wake up, in fact, because this couldn’t be real. He couldn’t be tempting the idea of confessing to you when the entire world of Teyvat could offer him better.
“Songs written just for you?” Venti’s grin broadened, but there was a hitch in his breath when you nudged the tip of your nose against his.
“Anything else?” You egged him on, catching a flare of darker green in his eyes. He said nothing, but the way he moved his hand to touch your cheek spoke volumes. “How about a share of the apples you pick every day, or some mora, or——?”
“You’re talking too much.” He muttered, lips only a fraction away from yours.
“That’s rich coming from you.  .  .”
His breath was warm and welcome and mingled with yours for all of one second before you felt the notion of a kiss. It was then that the bell above the cathedral chimed, it’s proximity and the intensity of the clap jarring you and the bard from your shared trance. You jerked away, flushed and wide-eyed, while Venti clicked his tongue. Vexed, he glared up towards the cathedral.
“You can’t be serious.”
“I need to go.” You scrambled from your spot, heart hammering so hard in your ears that it almost drowned out the sounds of the bell. “I forgot to see Katheryne about the commission!”
Venti arched a brow. “Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” You vaulted over the railing and contemplated running off without another word, but it didn’t feel right. Rather than succumb to cowardice and embarrassment, you turned to face the bard. “Tomorrow. We’ll do this again, I promise, and.  .  .”
“And?”
“We’ll finish where we left off.”
“I was hoping you’d say that!”
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