#why was the veil giving me so much trouble tho

[bakakween]

the only reason fem!Zoro would wear a wedding dress

#one piece fanart #one peice #artists on tumblr #straw hat pirates #bakakween.arts #blackartists #roronoa zoro #zosan #vinsmoke sanji #digitalart #procreate #fem sanji #fem zoro #fem zosan #black leg sanji #i had too much fun drawing her biceps #i had to give her the swords #i genuinely think she wouldn’t get married without them #draw your otp #why was the veil giving me so much trouble tho

[chayscribbles]

chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ february 2024

yes, i know, february has an extra day this year, but i'm posting this today bc i won't have time tomorrow lol

☆ STATISTICS.

projects worked on: The Gemini Heist

proudest accomplishment: i... wrote?... i guess??? *can't remember a single thing i did this month for some reason*

books read: Witch King by Martha Wells. i'm ngl, i was lost like 80% of the time, but that might just be a skill issue on my part (it's the kind of book that throws you into the thick of it without holding your hand and listening to the audiobook with the attention span that i have was... probably not the wisest idea lol)

(alhough funnily enough, it's while having this audiobook on in the background that i came up with a lot of my plot thoughts for gemini heist LMAO. either that or while playing zelda.)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

although i did get writing done this month, this update's gonna be short. i don't really have much to say lol

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: THE GEMINI HEIST (draft 0.5)

it's very weird to not be using word count to track my progress anymore. freeing, but weird. i have no concept of how much i've actually done for this wip this month.

i do know i've figured out a bit more stuff about the heist and the lore. i had a big plot brainstorming session and untangled a few scenes. while i know what direction i want the story to head, i still don't know how any of this gets resolved, tho.

and i wrote out a few important scenes. that's progress, right?

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

i've been writing so chaotically out of order based on whatever scene i feel most inspired for in the moment that i,,, honestly can't remember what i've written this month vs what i had already written before 🥲 here's a scene that i THINK i wrote in february. Leo and Illiana might be my new favourite dynamic. (for context, Illiana is posing as her identical twin at a party, and Leo is posing as a guest. they came in separately.)

With the bodyguards tailing her the entire way, Illiana slowly made her way towards [Leo]. She tolerated a few brief exchanges with other guests she crossed paths with to appear natural, then, once she was close enough, she slipped the extra comm out of the pocket concealed in her skirt. She made a show of bending down to pick up something, then strode towards Leo. “Excuse me,” she said as she approached. “I believe you dropped your earring.” Leo turned to her, smile strained underneath her veil. “Oh, thank you,” she said, holding out her hand. Illiana placed the comm into her palm, taking care to hide it from the guards. As Leo angled her head away to slip it into her ear, she added, “I must say, your Holiness, this is quite a lovely party.” “Why, thank you, Miss…” She faltered, realizing she didn’t know Leo’s alias. “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I’m familiar with you.” “I’m a business leader from Tharekkan,” Leo said, pressing her palms together and giving Illiana a slight bow with her head. “It’s an honour to be here.” Illiana was surprised that Leo, with all her meticulous planning, didn’t have a fake name ready, and now she was curious. “How may I address you?” Leo’s already tense smile tightened even more. “‘Miss’ is fine,” she replied, practically through clenched teeth.  “No, I meant, your na—” “I’ve been told much about how lovely Fiolsby is, right before the winter,” Leo cut off, an unnatural segue back to the script they had practiced. “But I haven’t had the time to properly see the city.” Now Illiana just had to pry Leo's fake name out of her. “Really? That’s a shame. You know, the gardens offer a wonderful view of the city. Would you like to see, Miss…?” She let her sentence trail off, watching Leo expectantly. “If it’s not too much trouble, I would love that,” Leo replied, to Illiana’s annoyance.

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to any of them.

general taglist:

@dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @onomatopiya @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore @innocentlymacabre @subtlefires

gemini heist taglist:

@florraisons @akindofmagictoo @cream-and-tea @memento-morri-writes @antique-symbolism @rose-bookblood @afoolandathief @pepperdee @avi-why @zonnemaagd @chazzawrites @analogued @enchanted-lightning-aes @innocentlymacabre @kahvilahuhut @celestepens @cilly-the-writer @extra-magichours @onomatopiya @outpost51 @planets-and-prose

#chayscribbles writing update #wip gemini heist

[challahbread]

OKAY because it's insane and i will be giving live updates going forward (i cannot help my Blogger's Temperament) here is the account of my Situation to this point. i was gonna autobio comic-journal it but drawing is way too hard.

so because i am a cringe failwoman leeching off family who cannot find a job and is too sucky to try that hard, the other day i decided to read in the park of the ~cool~ neighborhood i usually loiter in as an excuse to get out of the house. i am sitting there reading alone w my ice cofy and i notice a guy also sitting alone near me, he doesn't look TOO unnatractive and he's my age-ish and actually funnily, not to lift the veil too much into my Real life but he kinda looks like humanstuck of the love interest in this comic i made (where the protag was obviously a self insert) (however also funnily in the followup i will never write i was gonna break them up and have protag go back to her highschool gf because i no longer found the love interest i made that appealing LOL). ANYWAYS im like ok.... experimentally takes cigs out... and bam bait hooked he comes over and asks to bum and we start talking. he's a musician and writer, he's very offline, stoner (obvs), we both write emo menthol illneth shit so we show each other (mine is better tho i'm not even gonna pretend w u guys)... yknow on paper its checkmark after checkmark on the traits i like list but in my actual emotions i got that fluoride stare. anyways he says he has to go and we give each other our numbers and as he's leaving he turns around and says "by the way,!! you're cute!" and i say "you too..!" wow perfect meetcute. i guess. sidenote i cant stop thinkingh how funny it is that i was literally ~dark mysterious troubled beauty reading kafka alone in the park~ like i got this manic pixie dream girl shit FINESSED.

ok act two. i go into a store and eventually later as i'm heading home i run into him again, i'm like "haha i thought you were leaving!" and he's like "i was but i went back to find you again..." once again romantic on paper, MILD POLICE SIRENS IRL, but whatever we hang out a bit more and i show him some places i like in the area (including the comic store which has my aforementioned comic in stock w the characters we look like hugging on the cover ^^;) at some point he says "you have pretty eyes" and i go "ahAHAHA THANKS,,," while autistically avoiding eye contact. anyways now the tumblrinas are caught up bc after that is the overly affectionate texts and then asking a girl you met Once out. "but challah thee bread if every alarm in your body is going off why are you still doing this" A) because i'm in too deep and can't cleanly back out and more importantly B) because i want to have sex. next question!!

#at least this is something to distract from my parasocial paramour neglecting me

[radiant-flutterbun]

Lair review for @pumpkin-bread​

First impression: I’ve reviewed your lair a few times before but your lair is always impressive! It’s filled with so much lore, love and care. All you dragons are so interesting and full of personality.

Arcturus

He’s a beautiful dragon and genone! I absolutely love the midnight cloak and how you’ve layered his other apparel on top of it. The horns and glasses give him so much personality. His overall look is scholarly yet elegant. And his lore reflects this! He’s a lovely stuffy coatl. I hope he finds his sister.

Menace

An XYY genone! Nice! He has gorgeous colors that drew me to him. I LOVE the accent, the wings from it are very eyecatching. I love how nicely the wind halo matches his seafoam glimmer. I also picked him because of his name and broadcast message. Trouble makers are fun.

Etienne

Her broadcast message said she wasn’t a dragon so I had to click on her. Ooo she’s a changeling. One that went against her purpose! I love that! Very, very interesting! As for the dragon herself, she has nice soft colors. She’s very beachy and tropical looking. She just looks sweet. Her accent really adds to her and makes her look even more from a tropical rainforest.

Logan

This is a really handsome looking imp! That accent is just SO GOOD. Very pretty. Very gothic. Accents like these are why I’m often broke on FR. I’m glad you were careful not to cover the accent up with much apparel. And we’ve got another grump of a dragon. I love him.

Fracture

Plum constellation looks impeccable on this dragon. I love the witchy (gender neutral) vibe you’ve got going on with how you’ve dressed him. The garden hat actually works better than the witch’s hat here. And the shadow aura really solidify his magical aesthetic.

Mistfall

Arcane primal has to be one of my favorite primal types and it’s very cool that you got it from a scatterscroll! Mistfall is a really stunning dragon. Again i’ve picked a dragon with plum. I guess I’ve never realized how good plum looks with starcon! The greens from radioactive work really well by blending with the purple that comes from radioactive butterfly. The green is just the right amount of green if that makes sense? It looks really nice with her otherwise purple-blue colors. Again another excellent choice of accent too.

Sorrow

Angelic wildclaws by beloved. That accent is *chef’s kiss*. I guess I should expect by now for your lair to be filled with beautiful dragons wearing beautiful UMAs. I should also expect by now lovely dressed dragons. I love the mix of blues and gold in his outfit. The gilded rose collar layered over overcoat is SO GOOD. Loved his bio too. He seems like a good priest.

Trina

It’s by coincidence that I chose Trina after Sorrow (Love that they’re friends), I chose the dragons prior to reading their bios. I chose Trina mostly because her broadcast message got a chuckle out of me and I had to see what she was complaining about lol. I too hate the cold, Trina. The gijinka art is her bio is very pretty. I like how the candles go with the inkwell wings too.

Paisley

The first aether I get to review! I love her vibrant pinks and soft blues. The accent look very nice on her. She really makes an excellent aether. i couldn’t imagine her being any other breed. So sad she got hurt during the crash tho! Glad she seems to be doing ok though. She seems like a sweet dragon.

Cenotaph

Oof ok this dragon really hits a lot of things I love ok. We’ve got death theming, abyss shell, VEIL BABY. I love this little guy already. 10/10 would adopt. Absolutely gorgeous little baby. Did I mention abyss shell is VERY good? And both wisteria hawkmoth and violet diaphanous give a green accent that looks so good! And her lore? A little gravekeeper with amnesia? I’m going to cry.

#lair review

[heliosthegriffin]

Jaune of the Dead II

  -------------- Two Hours earlier ------------

“C’mon Rubes, you can’t depressed all day just because you’re imaginary boyfriend ghosted you.” Yang said playfully to Ruby.

“He’s not imaginary! He’s taller than dad, blonde, and wears a white trench-coat, I keep telling you this! That the mean Schnee made me blow up, and then he showed up did a glowy thing, and I felt great! Then walked me to the place, and then disappeared like a ghost! Then I found out he supercharged my aura! How do think I could have done so well in Initiation!” Ruby said to her sister rapid-fire.

A tall redhead puts her hand on Ruby’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t sell yourself so short Ruby, accepting your successes is necessary for good mental health, and from what I saw was enough to put some huntsmen to shame.”

Ruby pouts. “Yeah, I know! The thing is I can’t one shot a Nevermore and fly on my own! The thing is I know how strong I am, and I am not strong enough to do those on my own!”

Yang and Pyrrha sigh. 

“Ruby, c’mon you’re awesome! You’re talented and you’re strong, so stop selling yourself short, wait never-mind that does apply to you.” Yang said with a shit-eating grin.

Ruby’s face was a brilliant red as she started pounding weakly against Yang’s arms. “Yannng! I drink milk, I’ll be tall one day!”

“If you say so, Rosebud.”

Pyrrha watched the exchange with a amused smile, feeling very pleased with her team so far.

She hadn’t expected to partner up with a prodigy and her sister, but destiny was full of twists and turns.

Many, many twists, like Yang’s partner and the leader of team BYRN.

Bleiss Schnee.

The notorious Black Sheep of the Schnee household and disowned daughter of Jacque Schnee for reason’s kept private, though considering what she heard of the man in the day she has known Bleiss, it didn’t paint flattering picture why he did what he did.

Who disowned their child based on appearance?

*BZZZ-BZZZ-BZZZZ*

*SNORE-SNORE*

The Black Sheep slept noisily in a dark corner of the room with her limbs thrown all across the bed as she slept under neath a black canopy bed with... her toys all still vibrating under her sheets.

A series of black glyphs floated menacingly around her bed as she slept.

Thankfully the curtains on the side of canopy bed only showed a hazy figure behind the curtains. 

Bleiss had made her team go out last night to celebrate making it through initiation. They had gone to club after club, well Yang and her did, Pyrrha and Ruby left not feeling comfortable on that scene.

Yang had come back to the dorm alone, as Bleiss wanted to find someone to ‘Break her in half while folding her legs over her head,” or to find “A soft little sub to break between her legs.”

Bleiss had somehow come back empty-handed and frustrated.

Then she brought out the toys.

It had been hours before she went to sleep.

She had no idea how Ruby slept through it all, especially Yang screaming bloody murder trying to break her glyphs, which when broken unleashed somesort of insect like grimm that stung Yang without mercy. 

Pyrrha was one-hundred percent sure that she started moaning louder to annoy Yang.

Thankfully, Ruby seemed to know what was going on. Apparently having walked in on Yang in a private moment before, but she still blushed red at noticing what her leader was doing calling it ‘Filthy.’

Pyrrha was also sure that it was a fools errand to try and wake her up for class. Bleiss had struck her as the type to have a couple trips up her sleeve. It did make Pyrrha ponder why she needed defenses why she slept though, but following those paths of thought those only led to dark explanations. Bleiss might make it clear one day if they grew close, and maybe, hopefully, it would have a more happy origin.

Bleiss had also made clear as leader of Team BYRN, she would go to class when she damn well felt like it. She had pointed out a loophole in the Beacon Rule book, apparently she could skip class as long as she maintained a 90% average in her classes, she could not be dropped from the classes. 

A rule that was normally reserved for 3rd and 4th years who often took missions and had spend time recovering and could not attend classes, so were normally given abridged lesson and makeup tests.

Pyrrha had no idea how she going to do it, but she’d try her best to support her leader.

Pyrrha looked back to her teammates, and hopefully friends.

Yang had gotten Ruby into a headlock and was rubbing her head with her knuckles.

“Ah! AH! AH! I yield, I yield!”

“Yeah, you do, who’s the big sister, I’m the big sister, woo-woo!”

Yang dropped Ruby to the ground, who then started pouting.

Then a look of realization hit her. “See that proves it!” Pyrrha raised a elegant brow towards Ruby. “Proves what?”

“That I didn’t do all that crazy awesome stuff at initiation on my own! If I could Yang wouldn’t be able to beat me up like that!”

Pyrrha gave it some thought she had a good point.

Yang flexed her arms. “I don’t though, maybe you’re just making it excuses.”

“Maybe you just a big head!”

Yang smirks at Ruby, and then cups her chest. “I got some big somethings!”

“Ah, Yang!”

Pyrrha shook her head at her teammates antics, then her internal clock told her they had around ten minutes before class started.

Pyrrha gently clapped her hands together, not loud enough to cause shock, but enough to gain attention.

“Ahem, I do believe we have classes soon.”

The sisters looked at each other and then started cleaning themselves up for class.

Ah, she could scarcely imagine the day becoming more interesting.

--- 10 minutes prior ---

Professor Port’s lesson was interesting if veiled behind misdirection. At first Pyrrha had considered that he might be a little self-absorbed, until she started listening closely. He was purposely distracting them with long-winded stories to test their observation skills, which if one actually paid attention to would start to reveal valuable information on Grimm.

Bleiss’s twin had also the same class period as them along with her team, SBRN, Saturn. It seemed Weiss went out of her way to ignore all of them expect Pyrrha, offering her hollow praise and empty compliments.

Pyrrha had politely decline her offer to take notes together. Her team seemed nice, but it was clear there was division among-st them.

Weiss then proved to be as superficial as Pyrrha thought, having clearly been taking notes but not understanding the subtext. Prof. Port had to step in once it was clear the Greater Borbatusk was too much for her, it’s armor plating across its back and head, remained unscratched till Prof. Port grabbed it by it’s tusk and flipped it, cutting it’s belly open.

“Well, children let this be a lesson to you all, that if nothing else remember you have room to grow! And to cut a Borbatusk across the belly! HO-Ho-ho!” Despite his cheery demeanor, Pyrrha couldn’t help but notice the glint of disappointment in his eyes.

Pyrrha wished she had imagined the pleased look in Weiss partner’s eyes at her failure, and her teammates apathy towards their leaders failure. What had she done to sow such discontent in her team?

The class was dismissed and they walked to their next class, a new one if rumors were true, one that had been set up merely a day ago before suddenly being added to their schedule.

What, a odd occurrence.

It was hosted by a new teacher too, one Pyrrha had never even heard of, or the seniors if the rumors where true. But, if the rumors were true, which they usually weren’t, he was the youngest teacher in Beacon history.

How exciting.

Pyrrha, Ruby, and Yang stood outside the door staring at Weiss with her teammates entering beside her.

“I see my sister is not coming to this class, either.”

“Nope.” Yang said popping the p.

Weiss gave them all a haughty look. “Fine by me, that noisy harlot is an annoyance anyway.” She gave Pyrrha a fake smile. “It’s not too late to make the best team in Beacon history,” She looked towards the sisters. “I don’t mind trading one of mind for her to join.”

Pyrrha felt a flash of anger inside her, that was mirrored on Yang’s face, but she quickly suppressed it. “I’m sorry, but,” She put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder, and gave Yang a winning smile. “I feel I’m already on Beacon’s best team.”

Weiss scowled and stomped into the classroom.

Yang simmered before tskking. “What’s her problem.”

“I sincerely have not idea.” Pyrrha actually did if one did consider what was heard about Jacque Schnee. But, best wait before jumping the gun.

“She’s shorter than me, she probably mad she doesn’t have enough milk.” Ruby said seriously.

A snorting laugh echoed out of Yang and Pyrrha.

Pyrrha wiped a tear out of her eye.

Yang laughed. “Yeah, I bet she doesn’t have enough milk!” Yang said giving Pyrrha a knowing nod.

“I’m glad you two understand the power of milk!” Ruby said going into the classroom.

Pyrrha and Yang followed in after Ruby, and where momentarily amazed by the interior of the classroom.

It was bigger on the inside, with shelves of books covering the walls, diagrams and maps covering the walls, not an inch of the room was bare. Where there were not diagrams and books, where glass-cases, and various objects, ranging from swords, glass shards, skeletons, and weird objects that Pyrrha couldn’t hope to identify.

This did not look like the work of a day or two, this room looked as though it had been used for years!

“Wow, impressive.” Yang said from beside her. Then she scowled. “Uh-oh, looks like we got trouble this period.” She said elbowing Pyrrha to get her attention to nod towards a group of people even Pyrrha had no tolerance for.

Team VMMP; Vampire.

Vernal Wennbar

Milita Malachite

Melanie Malachite

Neo Politan.

A team of thugs and low-lifers that had somehow managed to get into Beacon. 

Who, unfortunately had real skill to back up their attitude.

Yang squinted her eyes. “Something is off about them tho,”

Pyrrha had to blink thought to make sure they were the same team, though.

They were so quiet, and actually dressed for class.

Was.. Was Vernal wearing makeup?

No, she must be imagining things.

Pyrrha decided to ignore them and go sit with Ruby, Yang following behind her.

Then they waited, the class deathly quiet. 

Team VMMP unusually quiet had been more than enough to cow the others into silence.

6 minutes passed.

5 minutes passed.

4 minutes passed.

and soon it would be only one minute before class started.

Their teacher, who ever it might be, hadn’t appeared yet.

Then came the sound.

*Clack-Clack-Clack*

Of heavy shoes rhythmic hitting the floor.

It had started near the edge of their hearing, sounding as if it was coming from across the school. Only for it to grow louder and louder, becoming more noticeable till it was evident it was coming towards them.

10:00.

He entered exactly as the 9:59 went to 10:00, right on time.

A head of long, messy, blonde hair came through the doorway, the hair easily coming to his mid-back. His face sharp and judgmental, but looking handsome in a imperious way. Two deep blue bloodshot eyes scanned the room as he went in, underneath his eyes were deep black bags, that spoke of a lack of sleep.

His body language tense and wary, not that much of his body could be seen as hit was covered by a billowy white leather duster, which opened to reveal stained, faded, well worn, and stitched up work clothes and pair of heavy duty work boots.

A sheathed sword on his belt.

That’s not what drew Pyrrha’s attention to him though, no it was her semblance. He was wearing metal gauntlets too over his hands and had some sort of metal armor underneath his clothes or maybe worked into them.

He was also wearing five necklaces, had a dozen rings, and had nearly twenty pounds of things, Pyrrha couldn’t imagine what, stuffed into his pockets. And that was just metal! It wouldn’t surprise her if he had more in there made of other materials.

Why did he have all those things?

She then heard Ruby’s breath hitch. “That’s him!” Ruby whispered to her and Yang.

Before she cold react he spoke.

It was not what she expected.

It was quiet, very quiet, tired too, like he had just woken up. His voice was deep, but raspy like he had a cold. But it commanded attention and impossible to ignore as within its core was a razor thin edge of Power. Of something that made his voice make her her shiver and alert to him.

‘He is dangerous,’ Something insider her warned.

“My name is Jaune Arc, I am eighteen years old, and I will teach you all the in’s and out’s of advanced aura manipulation, Soul Theory, and defense against the Paranormal. Any questions?”

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9 years and 360 days ago

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Little Jaune Arc was on his own.

He didn’t get it.

He told his parents, but they laughed at him and told him everything was fine. There was no scary lady in his closet.

He told them again. They laughed again.

He told them everyday, but they weren’t laughing anymore, they were mad. 

They said if he kept making up stories for attention they’d ground him.

When he asked if he could sleep in their room, they said he was a big boy and had to sleep in his room.

Jaune stopped talking to his parents on the fourth day. They hadn’t even gone into his room. It was like that with everyone though, no one seemed to believe him, or want to go near his room!

Alicia was out hunting and out of Scroll range.

He tried Saphron and his elder sisters, but they were too busy for him. Saphron was always talking to Terra. And told him to get more creative if he wanted attention from her. Terra just laughed at him.

June was always on her scroll, and told him to buzz off.

Daisy wanted to watch tv or to paint, and told him he was distracting her, or be a model for her.

Jazz would just turn her music up till he left, or drag him into dancing.

Grace would just make him work in the garden with her, but everything he said went in one ear and out the other.

And the Rachel? 

She is too young, couldn’t even walk yet.

He vented to them anyway. That was a new phrase he learned. He also learned what a phrase was at school.

“I don’t get it,” He said to his youngest sibling. “they won’t take me seriously! I keep asking and asking them to just wait till a storm hits and stay with me, but they just keep laughing, getting mad, or ignoring me!”

Little Jaune Arc grabbed his hair with both hands.

“It’s so annoying! Why is this happening?”

Rachel just played with her toys, pretending to drive a car.

A glint appeared in Jaune’s eyes.

He started playing too. 

He sighed though. 

“What should I do, what should I do?” He repeated to himself.

“I tried to get them to look at the window, but they keep ignoring it, I tried showing them my scars and they said they were from playing in the woods, it’s like everything I say is just being ignored.”

Jaune rolled the toy car back and forth.

Rachel bumped her car into his, pinching Jaune’s finger inbetween the metal.

A light white glow appeared on his hand.

Jaune looked at his finger in wonder.

He focused on it and tried to force the feeling back out.

Nothing happened.

Jaune frowned and looked at his hand.

He grabbed a toy car and slammed at his pinky.

A warm feeling engulfed his pinky as a white light block the car, the car bouncing off of it.

He tried to imagine it being warm again.

A faint white light ghosted over his finger, before dying.

“Hmm,” He looked at his finger. “I have no idea what I just did,” He looked at Rachel. “but, you helped.” He gave Rachel a kiss on the forehead. “Thanks sis, I don’t know if you can understand me, but thanks anyway.”

Rachel looked at him with baby blues and gave a toothy smile and giggled.

“You want to keep playing?”

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An: Pyrrha’s more fun to write than I thought she would be. Next up though, on the fan fic list is Arc Acres, then Dead Knight, then Prodigy AU, then Sacred Rites II.

#Jaune of the Dead #Jaune Arc #Ruby Rose #Pyrrha Nikos #Yang Xiao-Long

[write-orflight]

Trouble: Chapter 2

*Gif not mine*

Pairings: HotchxReader

Prologue  Chapter 1

Rating: M

Words: 3K

Warnings: Basic witch stuff, angst, mentions of child birth, mentions of near death

Request: OPEN/CLOSED

Summary: After Haley’s passing, Aaron Hotchner has lost the light in his eyes. He seems to find it it the most unlikely of places, an occult themed coffee shop ran by a witch.

A.N: Tarot, wicca, and crystal information is very secondhand if you see any inaccuracies, no you don’t. If you are a witch tho and want to help and be nice to me enter my ask box please, I’m annoying my friend too much.

Chapter 2: God, don't let me lose my mind

The deeper into autumn you got the more busy the shop was. 

Halloween was a big money grabber for your shop. People loved to come to the shop around that time because your shop offered such ‘spooky’ feel, as the hipster who came in that morning would say. You hated that. Halloween was one of your favorite holidays simply because the veil between the natural and supernatural was so thin it was the best time for spells and charms but what you didn’t like was people and baby witches asking you about certain spells or how to commune with spirits just so they can do something “extra spooky” for whatever parties they were having for the season. Consultations were such easy money though so you’d never turn them away but your answer was always the same, that Spirits are not toys and that if they are going to invite them it better be serious and for the right intentions otherwise they might not leave. 

Despite it being your favorite season, It didn’t make you less annoyed. 

“If I have to make another Pumpkin flavored whatever and tell a sorority girl not to invoke a demon in her house, I’m going to scream.” Silena says to you as you enter the shop, Artemis in tow. Your sitter had to take an exam so you had to watch her for the first 2 hours of your shift. Artie, knowing the drill by now, tries to crawl up to the bar stool. You watch her for a second, smiling her little legs before taking pity on her and hoisting her up. She immediately pulls a coloring book and crayons out her bag, before working diligently in silence. You kiss her temple before walking behind the counter, tying your apron on. 

“You had another consultation today?” You asked.  

“Pfft, it wasn’t even that. She asked me while ordering her coffee, though I should’ve charged her for that dumbass question.” You look at her pointed, nodding your head towards your child who repeats everything. Silly winces “Sorry, but still. If this is how halloween is going to be, you’re probably going to have to do some balancing spells.” 

You rolled your eyes. “Exactly what I need, more work.” 

“What’s a dumbass?” Artie pipes up from her perch on the stool. 

“Something you are not and shouldn’t repeat unless you want your mom mad at me.” Silly says, reaching across the counter to ruffle her hair. 

The doorbell of the shop rings and the very man who’s occupied your mind these past couple of months steps in. Aaron Hotchner was one of your favorite customers despite not talking very much, he’d make small talk while you made his order which you found yourself doing slower than it would normally take you, just to get a little bit more of his time, he’d leave a tip in the jar and be on his way always leaving you with a small smile that you always immediately returned with a wide one. You tried to stop yourself from getting attached but here you were, an adult woman who had a crush on a customer who probably didn’t think about you when he left the shop. 

You’d never seen him on a weekend though and frankly you didn’t know if you could handle seeing him like this again, he wore dark blue jeans, a black belt and a black t-shirt that fit a little too well over his broad chest you couldn’t help but staring at his arms that you’d never seen on display like this. You knew for a fact(well you hoped at least) he’d have no issue picking you up or pinning you down. 

Now’s not the time, y/n… you think. 

“Hey, you.” You greet, flirtatiously. You’ve been trying not to flirt with him, you really were but sometimes you couldn’t help it. It was your personality. “Didn’t think I’d see you in here. On a weekend, no less.” 

“Yea, decided to stop for coffee before heading to my sister in law’s. Can I have my usual and an Americano for her?” He asks 

“You got it.” You wink before starting to work. Silly gives you a knowing look which you brush off. Hotch takes a seat at the bar a few seats away from your daughter who looks up at him. 

“Hi!” She says excitedly. “I’m Artie.” 

“Hi Artie, I’m Aaron.” He looks around. “Are your parents around?” You look up. You’d forgotten to mention you had a kid to Hotch, which would probably explain his confusion of a random child sitting alone. 

“My mama’s right there, silly.” She laughs. “Mama?” She says you look up automatically from the milk you’re frothing. 

“Yes, bean?” You say. 

“Can I have a brownie?”  

“Well, I don’t know. Did you finish the addition tables I asked you to do?” She shakes her head at you. “Well, how about you do that then we’ll see if it’s brownie time, deal?” She nods, fast while pulling her math homework out of her bag. Hotch watches the interaction confused but with a slight smile. 

“I didn’t know you had a kid.” He says 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Gus.” You say, calling him by the nickname you affectionately gave him your first meeting. “But yes I do, that’s Artemis.” 

He nods, knowingly. “How old?” 

“Well, I don’t know. How old are you, bean?” You say. 

“I’m six!” She says, holding up 5 fingers, you grab her other hand to extend her other index finger too so the number was actually 6. 

“Really? You’re not 16 yet?” Silly asks, ruffling her hair. “I thought you were driving us home tonight?” 

Artie shakes her head. “Mama says I can’t drive yet.” 

“Between you and me kid, your mama shouldn’t be on the road either.” You swat at her. 

Aaron gives a small chuckle at the display in front of him. But he has to ask the burning question in his head. “Her dad—“ 

“Not in the picture.” You cut off. “Like not even in the same gallery.” 

Hotch nods understandably as you put his drinks in the carrier for him. He looks at you confused when you add a 3rd cup. 

“Hot chocolate.” You say. “For your son. I imagine that’s where you’re going. To pick him up from your sister?”  

“How did you know I had a son?” He asks. 

“Oh, I just used one of my witchy spells to find out information on you.” You say jokingly, but he looks at you with mild horror. “I’m kidding, Spencer told me.” 

He nods. “Thank you, y/n.” 

“No problem, come back to see me?” 

“Always.” He says, offering you a small secret smile before leaving. You can’t help the dreamy look you give his retreating back. 

“Are you coming back to earth anytime soon?” Sil says, shaking her head. “You got it bad, kid.” 

“Pfft, no I don’t.” You say turning to clean up the mess you just made. 

“I don’t understand why you just won’t ask him out.” 

“He’s healing, Sil.” You say, shrugging. “And I don’t want to push him into something he’s obviously not ready for.” 

Not to mention you also didn’t think you were ready for it. 

———————————————

On Halloween day, you get a visit from one of your favorite customers 

“Pennywise!” You say to chipper blonde women who strolled in she was wearing a orange and black dress with little jack-O-lantern earrings that you had gotten her the beginning of month. You move your hair back to show her the Ouija board pointer earrings she had gotten you in return. Penelope Garcia couldn’t just accept a gift without giving one in return. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you this ole hallow’s eve?”

“It’s Halloween and a full moon tonight.” You say excitedly. “It’s like witch Christmas.” 

“I don’t know about that but I am happy for you. Can I have a pumpkin spice latte and since I’m such a good friend an Americano with extra sugar for the good doctor?” She asks. 

“You got it, Pen.” You say before starting her order. “Heading into work now?” 

“Sure am! Hopefully there’s not a gruesome murder so I’ll be able to spend my Halloween having fun.” Penelope says. “You got any plans?” 

“Other than taking Artie Trick or Treating and charging some crystals in the full moon, no.” 

“Come on, no wild parties? no hexing beautiful men into falling in love with you?” Penny asks. You laugh loudly, shaking your head. “Man, maybe the life of a witch was more exciting in my head.” 

“Yea, you did.” You laugh. “I’m basically just a cool rock collector plus love spells, so not my thing.” 

“So there’s such a thing?” 

“Yea there’s love spells. I don’t believe in using them. I think love itself is it’s own powerful being. It shouldn’t be manipulated with, if someone was meant to love me they would.” 

“Speaking of love and love spells…” Silena pipes up from the display case she was loading pastries she just made into. “Penelope, how’s your boss?” You glare over at her. 

“Hotch?” Penny asks looking between the two of you before smirking at you. “Why do you want to know?” 

“I don’t.” You say at the same time as Silena says. “She has a Texas sized crush on him.” 

Garcia practically squeals at that. “Let me set you up please.” 

“No, Penny.” You say, immediately 

“Why not?” Her and Silly say at the same time. 

“Because… I don’t know didn’t his wife just die months ago, it’s hardly appropriate for me to try swoop in.” 

“Ex-wife. They were already long divorced before she died.” Penelope adds 

“Still! It’s not appropriate.” You say. 

“So what? You’re just going to keep making him free coffee until he realizes you're into him?” 

“Yup” you say adding the 3rd cup to Garcia’s carrier. “Give that to Grumpy for me please.” Garcia opens her mouth to say something but you just hold up your hand cutting her off 

“Fine.” She says, grabbing the carrier. “Only because I have to go to work though, this conversation isn’t over.”  

“Yes it is.” You call after her. 

——————————————

You were back in the shop. Artie was tuckered out after a long night of trick or treating and crashing from her sugar high so you decided to charge some of your crystals and do some balancing spells, knowing for a fact a lot of teenagers did stupid shit to upset the balance. 

As you were lighting the candles and incense, you heard a knock at the door. You were long closed so who could possibly need something right now? You look out the window and Aaron is standing there. You’re confused but you let him in anyway. 

“Hey Grumpy, what’re you doing here?” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t know you were closed, I guess I’ve never been here at night. I’ll go. I'm sorry for bothering you.” He says turns to go but you grab his arm to stop him. 

“Gus… it’s almost midnight, no business is open. You’re here because there’s obviously something upsetting you so I’m not just going to let you leave.” You all but push him into barstool. “Now like I said it’s almost midnight so there is something important I need to do so if you’ll sit tight for like 2 minutes, I’ll make us coffee.” 

Hotch obliges, sitting silently watching you as you lit some candles on the altar you kept in the shop. You placed the honey cake you had made earlier in the day on the altar before whispering. 

“Thank you to the patron, Artemis, Great goddess of Moon and Magic. Mistress of deer and owl. Be thou my guide and Inspiration. Teach me Thy mysteries and lead me in thy ways.” You stand and turn back to Hotch who is watching you intensely. “Sorry about that, midnight is her favorite time. Coffee?” You ask, He nods as you move behind the counter. 

“Can I ask what it is you just did?” Hotch ask. 

“That?” He nods. “It’s a full moon so since Artemis is my patron goddess, it’s best to leave a sacrifice to stay in her favor.” You shrug. He looks at you like you're crazy but you're used to that look. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s no different then some catholic practices. In fact, Christians often stole from pagan practices, and only one is just considered ‘taboo’ now.” 

“Is that why you named your child Artemis, because she’s your Patron?” He asks. 

“Actually, Artemis is my Patron because of Artie.” You say, he looks at you as if asking you to continue. “I wasn’t always like this.” You say gesturing to yourself and the shop. “My parents are pastors and for a long time I was this faith devout christian girl. But I got pregnant out of wedlock, my parents disowned me and I was looking for something to turn to. I met Silena and she introduced me to Wicca, and said whoever my Patron was through meditation and study, They’ll reveal themselves to me. So I went months, meditating daily, and still nothing was working. Then I went into labor, and everything was going wrong. I thought, this was my punishment from god for not only getting pregnant without marriage but turning to witchcraft. I had to have an emergency C-section. And when I was on the operating table, I almost died, Artie almost died. I started to see these images of deer and boar running through the forest. And finally when I came back to, and I could hear my baby crying, the first thing I saw when my eyes opened was the full moon out the window.” You sigh, sliding a cup to Hotch before moving from behind the counter to take a seat next to him. “That’s when I realized the goddess had saved me and my child. And while Artemis prefers virgin patronage, and that ship had long sailed past back then. I figured naming my child after her was the next best thing.”  

“That’s a beautiful story, Y/N.” He says, looking at you sincerely.   

“Thank you, and since you’re not running for the hills, why don’t you tell me why you really knocked at my door at midnight.” 

“It’s just…” He starts, clearing his throat. “Tonight was the first ‘major’ holiday without Haley. And I tried to take Jack’s mind off it, make it fun but it was like this looming weight above us. That it wasn’t the same without her and that it never would be. And I was upset and just wanted to take a walk but I guess my feet carried me here.” He shrugged. 

“Well I’m glad you’re here grumpy. And you’re healing you need to give yourself time--” 

“I don’t have time!” He snaps. You flinch back a bit, having never heard his raised voice. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-I don’t have time to heal. I have to be there for Jack.”

“Who’s there for you, Aaron?” You ask. He looks at you confused. You hardly ever call him by his name. It's either grumpy or gus or a combination of the two. Never by his actual name, he hated how much he liked how it sounded coming from your lips. “Do you know what a rock tumbler is?” you ask, he shakes his head confused where you’re going with this. You run behind the counter to retrieve the box you had dug through the very first night you met.

“Well a rock tumbler is a device you put rocks into. Rocks that have eroded, rocks that have trekked the earth, rocks that have been to hell and back. And what you do is you put them in this device with a little bit of water and you wait. Days, weeks, months all the while this device is just spinning, you don’t see what’s happening on the inside but after a while, when the time is right, you get these beautiful lustrous stones.” You say, showing him the box. “Healing is the same way, others don’t see you working. But in the end, they’ll see the result. And you’ll feel the result too. But if you don’t take that step you don’t end up with gems like these. You just end up with an eroded dingy rock.” You look up at Hotch and he’s tearing up slightly. Your heart melts. “Do you want a hug?” you say. 

“You don’t have to--” 

You cut him off. “No one on earth gives hugs because they have to. I want to give you a hug if you want one. So do you want a hug?” 

He nods, fastly. So you stand, he follows suit and allows you to pull him down into a full embrace. Your arms around his neck and shoulders, he envelopes you fully into his torso, arms tight around your waist. You sigh, content. Before shaking yourself out of it. This wasn’t about you. No matter how right it felt. 

After a minute or so you break apart. You look him in the eyes and he’s staring back at you in what feels like admiration. You clear your throat. “Can I give you something?” you ask.

“Is it another crystal?” He asked back. 

“Yes, it is.” You rummage through the box before pulling out the one you needed. “This is Aragonite, it’s good for healing old wounds and building emotional strength. Now I can gift you this but you have to activate it yourself. Even if you don’t believe it, I feel like it’s good words to hear yourself say anyway.” You grab his left hand, sliding the crystal into it. He looks into your eyes. “Now say, I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” 

Hotch sighs. “I release past wounds and embrace resilience.” He then slides the stone in his pocket. Before grabbing your hand again. “Thank you, Y/N” 

“Anytime, Grumpy.” You say.  

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[smokahuntis]

Lay Down

Lay down

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warnings: fluff, sickness. This is a part 2 but I guess it can stand alone.

Summery: True to his word Kylo marries (y/n) and later gets even better news.

Authors note: I made these gifs

Part 1: Stay still

“You look scared” A modulated voice sounded from behind (y/n) causing her to turn around. Captain Phasma stood tall and without her helmet. The bride simply smiled at her and shook her head.

“Just a little worried...” she said turning back to the mirror and looking herself over again. The sleek and simple gown fit to her body perfectly as she tied the silver belt around her waist to finish the look, Phasma walked over placing the veil on her head to completely finish it off.

“Worried about what?” She asked looking at her threw the mirror.

“What if he doesn’t want this, what if he doesn’t want... me...” the tears forming in her eyes caught the Captain off guard, not used to dealing with such emotions. But she knew the truth, Kylo loved (y/n) to her wasn’t the best at showing it, he would put his life up for hers.

“Nonsense!” The blonde said before turning the much shorter bride to face her, shaking her head she gently wiped away the escaped tears. “The Supreme Leader Loves you, if he didn’t you wouldn’t be wearing this dress, or this crown.” She said straightening it on the brides head. “You wouldn’t shout to be Empress if he didn’t love you, (y/n)...”

“What if I don’t want to be the empress...” she said looking down at the flowers that sat on the table. “What if I just want a normal life...” phasma chuckled at the girls words.

“You’ve been rather emotional lately,” the Captain leaned down picking up the bouquet and handing them to her.

“I’m not emotional...” she countered and looked up at the blue eyes Captain.

“(Y/n) I know you too well, you’ve been very emotional... probably just because of the wedding.” The Captain extended her arm for the bride. “Now come on, let’s go make you, Mrs. Kylo Ren.”

Quickly sorting herself out she took the captains arm and walked with her to the throne room, standing just outside the door she gave the Captain one last look before the large doors opened exposing their guest and Kylo. There wasn’t meant people because they only wanted trusted friends, not the whole supremacy. So when Kylo first saw her he wasn’t afraid to let tears form in his eyes, she was breathtaking, and she was about to be his, forever.

He couldn’t help but play with his hands as she walked down the isle, excitement boiling in him as he thought about her. Once she finally joined him at the front of the room he didn’t hesitate to take her hands into his and kiss her knuckles gently.

“You look stunning...” he whispered to her only for her ears. She blushed and let go of one of his hands to wipe away his tears.

“Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry...” she said looking at him, blinking away her own tears. She finally got a good look at him, his outfit similar to his others just a bit more cleaned up and with both his and her lightsaber attached to his belt in case of emergency. He looked just as stunning as she did.

The ceremony went on without a problem and when it was over and everyone started drinking and dancing, Kylo and (y/n) sat side by side watching people enjoy themselves. His hand moved under the table taking her small hand In his, playing with her new rings. But he could sense her unease.

“What troubles you, love?” he asked looking at her, she didn’t meet his eye tho, she kept her eyes on the people dancing.

“I’m just not feeling well...” she said quietly, giving his hand a squeeze to reinsure him. But he didn’t take that answer, he knew he’d to well, but he chose not to push it.

“Do you wish to go to bed?” He asked looking at her. Tonight was the first night they actually had their own room together, they’d slept with each other before in one or the others room but never in a bed they got to call theirs. She looked at him finally, her face only concerned him more.

“Please...” she whispered and he took her hand again excusing them as he walked with her to their new room. His hand placed over the small of her back as he led her. She hasn’t seen it yet, he wanted the look of it to be a complete surprise to her, and it was.

The marbled floor was no shock, but the grey walls and beautiful furniture was. She expected black really but the light tones were warming, comfy, more like a home. But she didn’t have time to enjoy it as the feeling in her stomach came back. He saw her unease once again and moved to hold her hand, checking her for a fever as well. She wasn’t warm, she was actually a little cold, it only concerned him more.

“Maybe I should take you to the medics...”

“No... I just.. I think I’m just tired.” She smiled up at him, it wasn’t her normal smile and he knew it. But he agreed and took her to bed. Changing from their wedding clothes into their pajamas and laying down together.

“I’m sorry...”

“For what?...” he said playing with her hair, soothing her to sleep.

“Ruining everything...” he sat up more and look down at her. He pushed hair from her face and kissed her cheek.

“You haven’t ruined anything my little star...” he said, twirling strands of her beautiful hair in his fingers. “Why do you say that?” He turned her head to look at him, moving so she would lay on her back. “Was Rey in your head again?”

“No... no... I just...” she closed her eyes holding back tears. “I’m sorry...” she let out a sob and he moved holding her in his chest, rubbing her back and soothing her to sleep.

—

It had been 2 weeks since the wedding and they had been busy since. Meetings after meetings to set up things for before they went in their honeymoon. Kylo Hated that he could just take her and go, but they both had duties to attend To. Walking to the meeting room he saw Hux passing outside.

“What’s wrong?” Kylo said looking at the red headed general.

“Have you seen (y/n)?” He asked looking at him, Kylo’s brows furrowed at the question.

No, he hadn’t seen (y/n), because she was supposed to be in meetings all day, this was the only one he had with her today, she’s meant to be here. He looked at Hux one last time.

“She hasn’t been here all day?”

“She was in the first meeting but then said she had to leave, and I haven’t seen her since...” Hux answered and before he could question the concern on kylos face, the supreme leader was gone, running down the halls to their shared quarters.

When he got there he practically broke the door down, scared she was hurt, poisoned or anything. But when he got in he was shocked to just see her sitting on the couch staring at something in her hands. She didn’t even react when he said her name or walked over to her. He’d seen her like this before, in such a state of panic she froze, not knowing how to react. Whatever was in her hand was scaring her and he needed to stop it.

“(Y/n)” he said sitting on the small table in front of her, moving his gloved hand to take the object from hers, but she ripped it away shocking him.

“No...” she said holding it behind her back looking up at him, there was a fury in her eyes as she looked at him. He hadn’t known what he’d done, or what she thought he did but he needed her to calm down.

“(Y/n)...” he said slowly taking off his gloves. Remaining calm, the look on her eyes he’d only seen a few times before, and to see it here, directed at him was almost terrifying.

“You will not take this from me, Kylo Ren!” She said standing quickly moving away from him, the use of his name like that hurt him. He stood up to move after her.

“I don’t even know what it is!” He quipped back quicker then he should have as she turned back looking at him. Her eyes stinging with tears she pushed back, they’d talking about this before, how he didn’t want it, how he wasn’t made for it. So they agreed to never let it happen, and she fully accepted that, but now that it’s happening she couldn’t bring herself to let it go. He hadn’t even known yet and it was breaking her heart.

“Stay out of my head!” She said feeling the tingling sensation of him trying to pry her open, he groaned and looked at her.

“Then tell me what it is!” He yelled and she broke not able to stop herself from answering him.

“I’m pregnant!” As soon as they fell from her mouth the whole world stopped around them, he could barley hear himself breathe as he looked at her.

A feel rose in his chest and he didn’t know what it was. It was warm and fuzzy and made him feel like he was flying. He swallowed thickly and looked at her, his eyes falling to her stomach. It was nothing he’d ever felt before, even with her, he loved her so much but this feeling was an overwhelming love. He hadn’t even known he wanted kids until this moment, until he felt like his heart was whole again even tho it was never empty.

“Really...” his voice barley above a whisper as he moved over towards her, she didn’t step back or move away, she staid in her spot and watched as his ungloved hand rested in her stomach, feeling the life force that was growing in her, it was weak but it was there.

“Yea...” she looked up watching his face, his eyes still on her stomach. The way he looked at it made her heart swell, it wasn’t what she expected from him, she expected anger and hatred. But she was given love and affection.

“Is it a boy or a girl...” he asked looking at her and she chuckled wiping tears from her eyes.

“It’s to soon to tell...” she smiled and he kissed her lips sweetly, looking at her. His hand never left her stomach and as he was about to speak he stopped. Feeling a shift in her.

“There’s two...” he said looking at her stomach again, falling to his knees to make sure he felt it right. Laying his forehead against her stomach feeling the two lives inside of her.

“What...” she said looking down at him. “T-twins?” She asked and he took her hand laying it on her stomach. Using the force she exposed to 2 lives that were inside of her. His next words couldn’t have made her more happy.

“We’re having twins...”

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[inquisitoracorn]

Tevinter Nights reading face-palming - Part why am I a manipulabile fool 4

I swear I’d probably be dead if I lived in Thedas I’m so easy to fool.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

SPOILERS for Murder by Death Mages and The Streets of Minrathous

Murder by Death Mages

- Ominous

- The dragon statues of Tevinter?

- Oh it's Nevarra again of courseeee

- Yeeee give some love to Cass please!

- Wait is this a flashback? Trying to remember the war table missions....is it the one from the Qunari where we don't know who the assassin is?

- I sense the potential for character growth - if this is another story of how the Inquisition positively shaped characters I am so here for it

- At least I hope it's a happy example :)))))

- "the matter is simpler than you're making it out to be" indeed what a Cassandra thing to say :)))

- Blood magic for eternal youth? Maleficent?

- Antonia's choice of study venue has major bringing laptop to a café energy

- Hmmmm do we trust Antonia

- The layers of performance in this whole investigator - noble dynamic tho - he listens in, nobles notice, he pretends they don't notice, nobles make a show of noticing, and so notoriety and efficiency is preserved despite him being so obvious - ah court intrigue

- Here's the thing tho if Antonia knows who can find the truth about the death of her friend, why hasn't she asked him?

- Daw she sounds nice damnit

- Who is this Reindhart person then

- Cyrros is an elf!! How cool

- Something here feels staged

- Ooohhh teamm????

- "the Maker himself sends me such a capable ally" I wonder if he knows she's an agent of the Inquisition

- Noble parties can never be boring can they

- Oh poor Nicholas having his party ruined with murder - also I'm excited about Cyrros

- Team!

- Ok starting to read Sydony in Cassandra's voice jesus they could be sisters

- Oh seeing the horror spell in action!! It was quite a frustrating ability in Inquisition when you always had to chase frightened enemies around (sorry Dorian)

- Oh the poor servant :c

- Oh no there's more things going wrong

- WHAT whyyyyy why why what huh what heh

- Reindhart????? Employed the assassin????? Who hit Sydony???? What

- HE IS THE ASSASSIN?????? Oh dear noooooo Cyrros I trusted you damnit!! - unless

- And then what's Antonia's part in this

- So it's not him?? Hmmm

- Oh dear

- OOOFFFFFFFFFF that's a damn mean spell holy crap

- It very much sounds like there's something missing somewhere what if Cyrros was framed

- Oh SHE DID, damn

- Well that was a power move

- Ohhh Sydony what are you planningggg

- LISTEN WAS SHE SUCCESSFUL????

- AND WHAT WAS IN THE LETTER

- DON'T END LIKE THIS

- I'm quite pleased she ended up not doing this for the Inquisition, but for her mentor - in the end the Inquisition uses people too, under this ideal of restoring order - people have joined the Inquisition voluntarily under this ideal, because of their own stories and convictions, so it's nice to see it reaffirmed

The Streets of Minrathous

- Are we back?? I'm hyped

- "That's fanatics for you" how sad and funny at the same time :))))

- Is Quentin the same person with the Venatori contacts in Luck in the Gardens? Imma check

- No he isn't, but I just read the line "Otho's having trouble with his nephew again" huh look at that, a hidden reference

- What a pragmatic narrator who are they

- Oh Quentin sounds naïve I feel bad for him - nawww

- What Hour, friends?? The hour of the witches? Murder time? And what was the fool trying to do

- Ohhh Quentin was anti-slavery?? How did he end up with the Venatori??

- Don't say murdered "Murdered", she said  ppppppppffffffffffffffffffff

- A ritual maybe??

- Neve wants a satisfying ending just like all of us plebs

- “There went the sympathy” - I think I'll enjoy being in Neve's head :)))))

- Neve says it would be too convenient for this to be a place where the Veil is naturally thin - but didn't she also note that it's an old house likely to have used blood magic in the past? How long does it take for the Veil to...heal?...from blood magic

- No I can't believe.....I can't believe they have street prophets....No listen... I've been stopped by street missionaries with leaflets before.....what would they say??? Do you have a moment to discuss the creation of the next imperium???? Our lord and saviour Coryph- wait sorry *pulls out marker pen and scratches leaflet*

- Oh he IS saying things, I just stopped before I could read them - as awkward as I expected

- I'm having a blast at Venatori suffering... If they were ridiculous before, imagine now

- Oh dear, a madman, tell us what’s going on sir

- Who is this man and why is he helping and what is the thing and what is the Hour??

- Noooooooooo food waste is the saddest thing in this whole chapter

- .........dragon with four wings....... I don't like the sound of this

- Oh dear oh my oh what is this oh hell

- Oh fuck of course she couldn't have the necklace for too long

- Uuuuu not Venatori

- So SHE is Venatori?? I'm so confused

- Well, shit

- Whaaat the shit is going onnnn

- Oh for fuck's sake I can't believe we're dealing with Cory's shit still

- And yes indeed, tunnels under Minrathous was important information that was used a lot earlier than I expected

- Who sealed the damned monster there??? Also... Just ... I don't like this :))))))))

- Awwww Quentin had been an informant for the Inquisition?? :c

- Really shouldn't have gone there alone

- RANA I always had faith in you

- FINALLY

- Healing magic stopping a blood magic ritual hell yeah :))))))

- Neve you poor thing just get some sleep already please

- Awww Otho did care, in his own, twisted way

- This story left me sad and worried. I was already worried for Minrathous, now I'm simply bracing for disaster

Minrathous as a whole:

#dragon age #dragon age literature #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights keysmashing #acorn ramblings #I live in fear

[dillydedalus]

october reading

i finished my masters thesis this month (yay!) so while i still read quite a lot for escapism i was also operating on no more than 2 braincells at any time, and one of those braincells was just. continuously screaming. so any incoherence or whatever here is. because of that.

i am sovereign, nicola barker a fantastically weird & enjoyable novella about a house-viewing gone wrong that eventually blows up the novella form. i don’t want to give away the meta aspect too much, even tho it’s not entirely unpredictable, but it is so very entertaining and delightful to read. had such a fun time with this. also has a great cover. 4/5

the lifted veil, george eliot i’ve only read middlemarch by eliot, so a 75-page novella about the supernatural sure was... different. it’s fine, but nothing special imo. i enjoyed the first chapter, which sets up latimer, a soft young man with the gift of foresight/telepathy and his fascination with his brother’s fiancee, whose mind remains opaque to him (....twilight???), but the second half is pretty meh. 2/5

the notebooks of malte laurids brigge, rainer maria rilke (read the german obvi) loved the beginning of this, where morbid, too-intense, death-obsessed author-insert malte laurids brigge walks around paris, seeing everyone carry their death with them, which then makes him think of the deaths he has witnessed in his childhood. the parts about his childhood in a danish noble family were also good, but it really lost me with the overtly poetic, weird historical/religious stuff?? feel like this might have been a victim of termin master’s thesis like maybe that’s not the time for poetic, fragmentary, modernist-ish novels. 3/5

wie der soldat das grammofon repariert, saša stanišić (read in german, english translation by anthea bell) i really enjoyed stanišić‘s memoir herkunft last year so i went back to his 2006 classic, about a kid called aleksandar growing up in yugoslavia and eventually fleeing to germany as a refugee during the war. it’s very similar to herkunft in story, although the presentation is very different. honestly overall i found it a bit Too Much, too long & too stylised in its structure. but like, i can see why it’s so popular. 2.5/5

i capture the castle, dodie smith i really liked this! cassandra mortmain is a very strong narrator, the atmosphere of the dilapidated castle and the dysfunctional family are great, & i was surprised by the crushing poverty of the family in the beginning - cassandra obviously attempts to cover this up both in her own head & in her journal, but for much of the first half or so i was genuinely really worried for the kids - and this makes rose so much more sympathetic in her resolution to escape poverty. i was less convinced by the whole love quadrangle this book got going on, but on the whole this was very charming, but often very melancholy in a far deeper way than i expected. 4/5 

the death of vivek oji, akwaeke emezi my second emezi this year, altho sadly neither of them have lived up to the glory of freshwater. this one is about (gender) identity, grief, trauma, love, and solidarity/community based on otherness, which are similar thematically to freshwater, but in a novel that is, i would say, both more stylistically conventional and more hopeful/uplifting (altho it is still very depressing in parts). i enjoyed this on the whole, but it just doesn’t grab you by the throat the way freshwater does, and the reveal/central mystery just feels a bit lacking. 3/5

gott wohnt im wedding, regina scheer listen, this book is probably more competent & historically interesting than literarily great BUT it’s literally (literally) set around the corner from where i live, i know pretty much every single place & business mentioned in it & the house troubles are extremely relatable, if a lot worse than what i am currently experiencing. anyway. this novel is centered around a house in berlin-wedding & the people who live in it & it's about the holocaust & the porajmos, current discrimination against sinti&roma, the history of the wedding, gentrification, familial trauma & all that. it’s very interesting historically, slow but still very readable, and like.... i just really love the wedding! it’s kinda shitty & depressing but i love it!!! 4/5 the only good indians, stephen graham jones note: the elk in this book is not what you, a european, think of as an elk. that’s a moose. anyway, this is a horror novel about four native american men who hunt for elk when, where and how they shouldn’t have and ten years later find themselves pursued by a vengeful elk spirit. i enjoyed this! the scenes where shit goes down were certainly very horrible & gruesome & very sad as well. 3.5/5

solutions & other problems, allie brosh this book really is out there & exists. anyway hyperbole & a half was like, one of my formative internet things and i still love it a lot. this book is second only to the winds of winter in eternally getting pushed back and back and back, so this even getting published was def a pleasant surprise. it’s still really funny, and the weird ugly drawings are still amazingly effective, but this one is. very sad. some really bad shit happened to brosh inbetween and it’s kinda a downer (i mean the first one had the depression saga but this one... is darker). 3.5/5

a supposedly fun thing i’ll never do again, david foster wallace .....i might have to stan dfw, just a little bit. like, i read infinite jest when i was way too young to appreciate it (still traumatised by the uh. creative use of brooms tho) & i have NO intentions of ever rereading it BUT this essay collection was so good that i may just have to read a lot of his other stuff. particular highlights are the title essay, about a cruise journey, and an essay about the illinois state fair, two things that feel particularly fascinating and offputting in equal measure in this year of plague, where even the idea of being in enclosed spaces with many people freaks you out. but i also really appreciated his essays on david lynch & television & fiction, even if i don’t agree with all of his takes. he just has such a good voice! funny, smart, precisely observed but always with a strange spin. 4/5, minus points for too much tennis, but oh well

gruppenbild mit dame, heinrich böll (group portrait with lady) marcel reich-ranicki criticised this book for being, essentially, a sloppy mess and that’s kind of accurate - it’s definitely too long & a bit draggy & böll (and the narrator/“author”) go on tangents and into details with indulgence & abandon, but it’s also... kind of brilliant? the way the “author” collects material and testimony on leni (the lady), her family, coming-of-age and the love affair with a soviet forced labourer that made her an outcast, constructing a documented history of her while leni herself remains ever elusive, the focus on structure, architecture, construction, the endless loops of self-justification (pelzer’s insistance that he is not inhuman, the real estate tycoon’s insistence that they just want what’s best for leni & that her resistance to profit-logic is abnormal)... there’s so much in here, and a lot of it doesn’t need to be there, but a lot of it does. 3.5/5 

sweet fruit, sour land, rebecca ley very lyrical, quiet, feminist climate dystopia. it’s good, well-written, very evocative of hunger and loss, a dystopia but really more about grief and identity, and i read it during the last few days of my master’s thesis and thus have absolutely nothing to say about it. 3.5/5

i also & this will be a shock, dnf’d burning down the haus: punk rock, revolution & the fall of the berlin wall, a book about the east-berlin/german punk subculture. it just felt like a longform essay artificially extended into a 400-page book & the writing was pretty basic in a music bro tries to be deep and like, subversive and shit kinda way. 

#the books i read #long post

[hqolympia]

chicago’s very own 𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐄 has been spotted on madison avenue driving a chevrolet corvette z06 , welcome ! your resemblance to 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒏 is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒅 birthday bash . your chance of surviving new york is uncertain because you’re 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 , but being 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆 might help you . i think being a 𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 explains that .  3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 ,  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 & 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 . 

hi ,  peachy !  my  name’s  char  &  that  smile  of  yours  is  making  my  heart  melt !  🥺 allow  me  to  introduce  u  to  my  fren  over  here !

full name :  olympia  giselle  hargrove

nickname :  oly ,  pia  (tho, the latter one is reserved for her grandmother)

date of birth :  may  22nd , 1997  (23) 

birth place :  chicago , il

sexual orientation : pansexual

occupation :  competitive diver

labels :  the  crimson  /  the  icarian

𝐢.  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

one :  picture a little girl with bright blue eyes, pigtails bouncing with every step she takes as a grin makes its way upon her face . she seems happy ---- and in the moment she truly is, despite the fact that the people she needs the most, her parents, are a few thousand miles away and aren’t here to see olympia say her first words or take her first step. she is too young to understand --- honestly, too young to even think about the reasons why they left her.

two :  she is a little bit older now, a full-on eleven years old --- taller, thinner and, most importantly, rowdier. she has quite a few friends, although they all seem to be having picnics with their barbie dolls and sleepovers dedicated to watching princess movies whereas olympia wants to run around and jump all over the place. the girls just don’t seem to match her energy, the boys aren’t exactly welcoming towards her, having this stupid, “ew, but you’re a girl!” mindset. she just wants to find something for herself, something that will keep her interested for longer than three hours ---- that something turned out to be diving.

three :  it’s a few years later, and now she’s standing at the 10m platform. it’s her last dive, and she needs to get it exactly right to win the gold medal. olympia would honestly be lying if she said her legs weren’t shaking because of how nervous she was --- but there’s a camera right in front of her face, therefore she has to keep it together. she turns around, takes one last breath, and then she’s up in the air. fifteen seconds later she’s fully submerged into water ----- and fifteen minutes later she has tears coming out of her eyes. she did it. she’s the world champion now.

four : it’s exactly a year later, and a lot has changed. olympia finds herself in the sunny city of rio de janeiro where she’s come to compete in her first olympic games --- which is exactly what she’s always been meant to do, judging by the name her parents gave her. except this time she’s nervous for an entirely different reason --- she’s now a successful athlete, this season’s leader and the one to watch out for. she’s the reigning world champion, for god’s sake, so she has to prove every single person out there she didn’t win on an accident. a lot of things seem to be going wrong; from oly flubbing her first dive to her coach coming up to her before her final one to say that her parents have showed up at the arena. eventually she finds herself in the same exact position as she did back in Russia ---- her palms are sweating, her legs are shaking, but there’s no turning back. the only way is down, so she has to dive one way or another. a jump, two somersaults, a twist ----- she’s back in the pool, and as she immediately drowns in the roar coming from the audience, tears start coming out of her eyes. she did it again. she’s lived up to her name.

five :  ever since she got back home, her life has completely changed. interview after interview, a campaign after a photoshoot, an event after the other ---- all of that mixed in with her training routine has it ups and downs. her schedule keeps her busy yet there’s something missing. she’s looking everywhere in the hopes of finding that missing piece, and at some point she feels like she’s found it in the face of a stranger who ends up in her bed that night. it brings her a sense of serenity, that lasts a few weeks ---- but olympia knows it’s all too good to be true, and it’s proven to be that way as she stumbles upon a certain page on a random night. it doesn’t seem real at first, but when she spots a tattoo on the girl’s ribcage, a realization hits her ---- she’s plastered all over porn sites, and that particular video featuring her has generated a few million views in a span of two months. she doesn’t remember the night at first due to her drunken state, but she recognizes her bedroom, particularly a personalized louis vuitton gym bag sitting in the corner. details like that help her piece the night together, and from that point on there’s nothing but fear of it all coming out and ruining her career.

𝐢𝐢.  𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀

basically ! this intro is all over the place so here are some bullet points to get u up to speed !

oly was born in chicago but grew up and spent most of her time in toronto with her grandmother, since her parents were setting up their business overseas. they were coming by to visit her maybe once or twice a year, so she isn’t as close with them.

she is a competitive diver (a quite decorated one bc .... why wouldn’t she be 🥺🥺🥺)  representing canada bc of her upbringing despite the fact that she now lives in new york (she moved here in 2017, after the rio olympics)

astrology wise, she is a gemini sun cancer rising .... so sorry to all of u for this

her placements mean that she is quite creative, capricious and may appear manic sometimes --- but really she is just downright STUPID bc she is always trying to get her ass into trouble. like, you can’t even imagine how many times her coach had to drag her out of the mess she got herself into ... 

she is very much about having sympathy for others and helping them and whatnot, but unbeknownst to her, these tendencies can be explained by the “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” mindset. she has to keep her act straight, so getting onto someone’s bad side isn’t in the cards for her --- god knows what kind of shit she may end up in now that she’s a part of ... this world of glamour and fame, u kno?

olympia also really loves to talk, preach, argue --- just do whatever to be heard

in her free time (the time when she doesn’t feel like wreaking havoc tbh) she usually cooks deserts (vegan banana pudding? blackberry sorbet? key lime cheesecake? u want it, u got it!), reads books (painted veil by somerset is her ultimate FAV) and ... drives around town whilst listening to some cheesy music 🥺 

other than that her usual routine consists of training, clubbing and messing shit up due to the chaotic stupid personality !

𝐢𝐢𝐢.  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

i promise this intro won’t be that long ... after this ! 🤠🤠🤠these are just the few ideas i can get off the top of my head so ... there’s always room for brainstorming ! :-)

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 / close friends --- everybody needs some sort of a support system in their life, and oly is no exception to this rule. she’s never really had a big family, therefore she’s always surrounded herself with people in the hopes of filling the empty space in her heart. and honestly, if it wasn’t for these people, she would’ve quit diving right after winning the olympics, moved to the suburbs of toronto and just lived a quiet life --- but the pride for her friends just gives her enough motivation to move further and become better.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄 / best friend --- we all have that someone who’s impossibly close to us; who we cannot imagine our lives without. the bond is so crucial to them both parties that it feels as if there’s never been a moment without each other. the general public and tabloids, though, feel as if there’s more going on and will not stop nagging them about the details.

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 / friends drifted apart / exes --- as weird as it is, oly is very much a yolo person. in addition to that, she has a ton of love and devotion for every single person she’s ever had in her life no matter what happened between them or what caused them to drift apart. though, her ever-changing nature is known to drive people away which, tbh, happens to be a blessing and a curse -- it helps oly sort of “filter” through her circle of friends, but then again, if someone enters her life, they leave and undeniable impact on it. therefore, she misses whoever left her life more than they could ever imagine.

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 / rival (?) --- olympia isn’t perfect in any way, shape or form. she knows that, but most importantly, the public knows that and will not stop critiquing every little thing that she does. this person, though, is the exact opposite - the public LOVES them to the point where even olympia’s parents would probably say things like “ugh, i wish you could be more like that!”. this makes the relationship between the two quite ... strained. because as much as olympia may love them as a person, there’s always this lingering sense of jealousy that just enables her petty side.

𝐢𝐯. 𝐎𝐎𝐂

ok so ! if you’ve reached this part of my intro ... i cannot thank u enough bc this ?? this is long as HECK but i wanted to actually try and describe the kind of muse i envision in my head. i love u all a latte & if u feel like plotting w/ my dumb kid, leave a like on this post or feel free to mssg me on discord under futurenostalgias#1692 🤠sidenote tho: i’ll probably get to the mssgs in a few hours seeing as i have a few assignments to complete and i’m sorta braindead ... love u , cannot wait to write w/ u ! xoxo ur friendly neighborhood trash char  

#wealthyhq:intro #im so .... slow at this wow ! 🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠 #here ur standart 'like for a dad joke n plots' tag :-)

[krystalreverb]

Something Human (Fic Preview #1)

Oh my god a fic from me that isn't xanlow I know it's the end times it's still fire emblem tho, don't get that confused so I have a weakness for master servant stuff so this is what you get I immediately had a weakness for Hubert/Edelgard I forced hubert to learn some healing magic so I could have more healers, haha I also like to make jokes so I paired them up and Hubert is just like of course I love you, was that not clear? ok I have no excuses for the ending but here we go gender neutral and pan byleth, I use the female Byleth in my runs because it makes recruiting Sylvain so much easier and he's a great unit and also i'm a huge slut for fishnet tights but this Byleth can be either one you want they use they/them pronouns and I don't describe their appearance at all so it can be either Byleth you want this takes place during the war when the black eagle strike force is still using garreg mach as a base I guess? It's vaguely sometime after they take out deirdru but before they march on fhirdiad i'm pretending byleth didn't recruit any other students into the BESF because my brain only has room for so many characters and I don't want to remember any extras nor did I want to explain why they're there Have a little body worship for your troubles this is self indulgent and shitty don't hate me this is just what I do for fun edelgard is 100% loud af in bed, don't try to tell me she's not a screamer ok so in my headcanon how this works is Byleth splits their class/training session time into two or three chunks to give the BESF a generous lunch break and give them a chance to study and train on their own for a couple hours before moving onto a different topic or training focus this is mostly focused on Hubert, there are some good Edelgard moments but this is mostly a Hubert-centric story bi king linhardt is my lifeblood, he's so jealous and catty there are multiple music and pop culture references dating back into the 90's, there are quite a few, see if you can spot them I was born in '92 I'm allowed to call myself a 90's kid dadgummit you kids these days I s2fg the first person to give me a complete list of memes and references that I put in this fic gets a hubelgard drawing by me I am not an artist but I'll do it anyway just don't expect anything good so basically Hubert is Gomez Addams and Edelgard is his Morticia, okay he worships the ground she walks on and lavishes her with affection and love and just thinks everything she says and does is beautiful and magical and she enjoys every second of it I headcanon that edelgard is an absolute unit she's just smol and Hubert kind of has the build of a guy who sits inside all day reading spellbooks

Something Human

The hallways of the monastery were dark, the night outside peering in through the windows and casting slim moonlight beams on the floor and walls. Within those moonbeams was a shadowy figure, slithering through the shadows like a phantom in an ancient opera house, a glass of water in one hand. The figure stopped, hearing something strange.

“N-no... S-stay away! Stay away!” It was Edelgard. She was in distress. The water glass shattered loudly on the floor, and the water spilled across the stone. The figure bolted across the hallway and around the corner. Protect her with your life.

“No! No, stop! Get away from me!”

The figure stopped in front of a locked door and very quickly assessed the situation. No sign of forced entry. That was good. But Edelgard was still crying out, and the bed was rocking, banging against the wall alarmingly. The figure picked up a lamp off the windowsill and lit it, lighting up his face as he knocked on the door. It was Hubert, who had gotten up thirsty in the middle of the night and left his quarters to fetch himself a glass of water from the kitchens to take back to his room with him. He was a human, as were they all, and he occasionally got thirsty in the middle of the night. This simply happened to be one of those nights.  

“Your Majesty? What's going on in there?” Hubert asked. He got no response other than Edelgard crying out again and the bed crashing against the wall violently.

Hubert spared no time. He quickly used a bit of magic to trip the lock and opened the door. Immediately he saw that there was no one there, other than a very sweaty Edelgard in her bed, eyes screwed shut, crying out in fitful sleep.”Stay away! Stay away! Leave me alone!” Edelgard cried out in her sleep, clutching her head with her hands and thrashing in her sheets. Her hair whipped about her head, creating a shimmering white halo around her head. The bed crashed loudly into the wall, and the vibration knocked her crown clean off the bedside table. Hubert let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

A nightmare. Of course. Hubert knew his lady suffered from nightmares; who wouldn't, after the life she'd led, the horrors she'd suffered? Hubert often found his dreams equally grim and frightening, on nights such as these. On clear nights, with no immediate threat present, sometimes, just sometimes, his mind turned in on itself too. It was a side effect of the rigors of war.

Hubert quickly put the lamp on her bedside table, picked her crown up off the floor, placed it back on the table next to the lamp, and shook his lady gently with one hand. “Your Majesty.” It was simple, but direct, quiet, yet audible enough to carry within the dorm room.

Edelgard's eyes shot open and she sat up straight, woken up suddenly. Her hair was a disaster and there were red rings around her eyes. The string-like strap of her thin nightgown fell pathetically off of her shoulder to hook around her arm, the neckline slipping down until her right breast threatened to fall out of the material entirely. Hubert pretended not to notice. “Ahhhh!” She shrieked, her eyes fixing on him and taking a couple of seconds to fully focus.

Hubert was almost knocked backwards by her force. “My lady, it's only me!” He exclaimed in a direct whisper.

“Hubert??” Edelgard asked, wild-eyed and terrified, clutching her blankets to her chest. “What are you doing in my chambers this late at night???”

“I heard you from the hallway, Your Majesty. You were crying out in your sleep. Is it that nightmare again?” Hubert asked, gently placing his hand on hers to placate her anxiety for now.

“Oh, Hubert... I don't want to talk about it.” Edelgard said stubbornly, casting her eyes away. Her cheeks turned a rather cute shade of embarrassed pink.

“The professor said talking about it would help.” Hubert supplied. Edelgard huffed.

“I know. But I...”

“But I won't force your hand.” Hubert relented. “At least allow me to stay by your side, my lady, for my own peace of mind. I thought you were being attacked, Your Majesty. It gave me quite the fright.”

“Oh, Hubert, don't be overdramatic. Yes, you can stay.” Edelgard shuffled over in bed and allowed Hubert to climb up next to her. Hubert immediately found himself the subject of a tight embrace, the Emperor's head resting on his chest and her arms looped around his shoulders.

“Hubert.... I will create peace, for all of Fódlan.”

“I know, Your Majesty. I know. And I will be by your side every step of the way, my lady.”

“No.... No titles tonight, Hubert. Please....”

“As you wish, Edelgard.” Hubert stroked Edelgard's hair softly, running his fingers through her white locks. This was familiar to them; comforting. Hubert often would let the crying little girl that was a pained and tortured young Edelgard sleep in his arms after a particularly terrible day. It always allowed her a restful sleep, to know he was always there to watch over her. Edelgard's father never knew, and neither did Hubert's. It wasn't entirely proper of them, but then again they had never quite been a proper pair. Closer than siblings, they knew each other more intimately than lovers, and touch came naturally between them as a sign of their devotion to one another. A hug, a touch on the shoulder, their pinkies intertwining as they walked their bloody path together. There was a world of words between them never spoken, but implicitly understood. What was proper and what was crossing the line. What they could and couldn't say. What they wouldn't say, not yet anyway.

“Hubert?”

“Yes, Edelgard?”

“Do you think I'm... a good Emperor?” She asked, in a small voice. An uncertain voice. A voice wracked with insecurity, disbelief, and thinly-veiled suffering in isolation.

“Emperor Edelgard von Hresvelg, ruler of the entire Adrestian Empire... yours is a reign I am proud to swear my fealty to.” Hubert answered immediately, without hesitation or second thought. “And you know me, Edelgard. I am an excellent judge of character.”

Edelgard giggled. A joke. Hubert did have a sense of humor, as much as he didn't like to show it. Her face fell somewhat, and her giggle died down. She snuggled her head deeper into Hubert's chest, holding onto him like a lifeline. Hubert allowed this.“Hubert, will you sing to me? That song you used to sing for me when I was small...” She murmured, and Hubert's expression softened. A particularly terrible event was haunting her tonight. Perhaps the night when.... no. Hubert refused to think about it. Edelgard had been through enough.

Hubert began to sing an ancient lullaby softly. It was in the ancient language of magic, one that Edelgard did not understand but found beautiful. Hubert was not particularly talented at singing, but as he was of a noble house, he was studied somewhat in the art, being capable of at least holding a tune. He was clearly not destined for a musical career but he wasn't awful. His voice carried well, anyway, and he could pass for a gravelly, underused, sinister sort of low tenor. As he sang, he gently ran his fingernails across Edelgard's scalp, scratching her head softly and sweetly, and she damn near melted in his arms. Soon she was sleeping soundly again, and Hubert very quickly came to realize that he really didn't have the ice-cold heart it would take to move her from the cozy spot she seemed to have claimed on his chest. So there they lay, curled up around one another, a tangled mess of limbs until the sun rose again.

When they roused from slumber, Hubert got up early, woke Edelgard, and then fell into his regular routine of helping Edelgard get dressed for the day. Her armor did have too many buckles, and that blasted dress, with all its buttons and epaulets. He carefully brushed out her hair, and pinned it elegantly to her head, placing her crown atop it, all in silence. That silence passed between them like a ghost through the room. She stood. And she turned.

“Thank you, Hubert.” She said softly. “For staying with me.”

“My lady, I would never leave your bed, if that is what you asked of me. I am ever your faithful servant, Your Majesty.” Hubert replied. Edelgard had to laugh a little.

“I know, Hubert. Perhaps after the professor's lecture, you'd like to share a meal with me? I'd love to hear more about that book Dorothea is making you read.”

Hubert rolled his eyes. “That drivel can barely be called a 'book', my lady. It's hardly anything more than blatant erotica mixed with stale and tiresome literary tropes. It's garbage.”

“Still, she seemed insistent. Does she quiz you?” Edelgard teased.

“Unfortunately, and at random times, so I'm forced to continue reading it until I can make her stop. She starts crying when I get a question wrong.” Hubert complained.

Edelgard laughed. “Then at least tell me about it. Share a meal with me. And tell me all about it.”

Hubert relented. “Of course, my lady.” He bowed politely, and offered his arm to escort his lady to Byleth's class.

#hubert #edelgard #hubert X edelgard #hubelgard #edelbert #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #i am black eagles trash #hubert is my garbage son

[zenithgays]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Heroes Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alfonse/Bruno | Zacharias Characters: Alfonse (Fire Emblem), Bruno | Zacharias Published: 2019-05-16 Word Count: 1663 Summary:

Alfonse was the first of the two of them to find his voice again, stepping forward to meet Zacharias better. He still couldn’t quite believe his eyes, that Zacharias was here again. “Were you forced to attend a festival, too?” he asked, not entirely sure what answer he was hoping for, or why he even wanted to know in the first place. He hoped he sounded light enough, like he wasn’t desperate to know what the answer was.

His voice startled Zacharias enough into speaking. “No, no, I was… in the middle of getting married.”

my thoughts under the cut

one day i’ll learn how ao3 tags work and i’ll actually get really good at tagging my content. but that’s not today

anyway hell yeah i got a fic that’s over 1000 words up!

originally i wrote this for a friend’s zine i applied for (bc whether i actually got in or not i wanted to write this anyway). but that fell through so instead it’s just on ao3 now. i wrote this... in august of last year? so it’s Almost A Year Old

anyway i wanted to post this before we got brides announced in case of the very RARE chance that intsys would be kind to me and give me groom alfonse

lmao god i love describing outfits. love it so much. i also think it was super galaxy brain of me to give bruno a wedding veil in place of his mask

of course i hinted at lesbian sharena in this bc it’s very important to me. and also more obviously her being a good sister to alfonse, and a good friend to zacharias by having her make their outfits. alfonse’s is mostly matching bruno’s but minus the veil and the colors are black and purple instead

bruno didn’t wanna tell alfonse for the same reason alfonse had trouble asking, btw. he wasn’t sure how they were in this zenith and he didn’t wanna make things awkward by telling alfonse that they were getting married

ah. once more i put my hc of zacharias going by either name (bc i hc bruno as trans and i know lots of trans people that go by multiple names) in here. i almost forgot i did that tbh. good shit tho

i didn’t really think out how alfonse confesses to bruno. tbh even if i did i don’t think i’d elaborate on it here bc it’s so much funnier when u don’t really have many details about it

anyway. this is maybe my favorite fic i’ve written so i hope you all liked it too. and thanks for reading this post too if you did, i appreciate it

favorite part: “But… who was your bride?”

Zacharias stifled a laugh, reaching out to brush some of Alfonse’s hair out of his face. “A groom, actually, and do you really need to ask? There was only ever one person it could be, after all.”

Alfonse felt his heart fluttering in his chest at the gesture. “I’m sure I’m not misreading this, but please tell me. For my peace of mind, be direct.”

“It was you,” Zacharias said, the look on his face distinctly fond. Alfonse had never known before now that three simple words could ever make him feel such relief.

#fe alfonse #fe zacharias #fe bruno #zachfonse #brufonse #fics

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

The Princess, pt. 7 (S.M.)

Summary: The wedding ceremony begins.

Warnings: angsty fluff

Word count: 3155

A/N: One part left.

The Princess Masterlist

You stood in front of the mirror, carefully fixing your hair when a knock startled you.

„Come in.“ You called and in came Alex.

„Oh, wow! Wow!“ His mouth was open, eyes widened as he looked you up and down in awe.

„I'll take that as a compliment.“ You giggled, placing a hand over your chest absentmindedly.

„Oh, it most definitely is. Holy shit! You're really breathtaking!“ He exclaimed and you turned to the mirror, putting your hands on your hips and twisting side to side a little to make sure everything was in place. The heavy fabric of the wedding dress weighed you down like an armor was placed upon you, but the silky lacy combination was truly outstanding. You hair was lifted into a messy bun with a braid on the back of it ingrained with blue/purple flowers that made you feel a little more like you. You refused the veil, but accepted the crown as it was a must for the ceremony due to your title. The crown itself was made to be more of a headband...a really tall one at that. It had numerous tiny sapphires encased into the platinum with diamonds in between them and a large sapphire at the top to represent your birth-stone, your favorite color and to act as something blue for good luck. All in all it was a pleasing look with minimum makeup and a gentle pink lipstick to round it all out. The dress itself, although beautiful, was not to your liking or personal style. You considered white to be boring and always wanted a vintage, yellowish dress with a more Juliet vibe, but this had to do.

Alex stood behind you, still a little starstruck, opening and closing his mouth a few times before finally speaking. You smiled fondly at the young man who grew on you so fast.

„Did you need something, Alex?“ You questioned, your smile fading a little and he noticed. Alex cleared his throat and nodded.

„There was a problem. Your father, Prince Charles, will not make it in time for the ceremony.“ He gave you a look of pity, something you never saw before. No one pitied the entitled princess, because in their eyes, you had everything. Little did they know how miserable you truly were.

„Is that all?“ You raised your eyebrows, lips set in a straight line. The mask you usually throw on in front of the camera was back on to prevent anymore of emotional break downs. The one with Shawn had you on the ropes as it is.

„Prince Harry asked to speak to you.“ Alex pursed his lips, frowning a little. You nod in response.

„Send him in.“

Alex walked out the room and about a minute later, your brother walked in.

„You're stunning, sister.“ Harry said making you turn to him. You eyed his fancy get up with a cocked eyebrow, biting your lower lip.

„Why are you here, Harry?“ Crossing your arms over your chest, you leaned back on the wall behind you for support.

„Dad isn't coming.“ He responded and you shrugged.

„I know.“ You licked your lips and waited for him to continue.

„I was wondering if I could walk you down the aisle?“ Harry's eyes were locked on you, waiting for any kind of response. You looked at him, completely emotionless, but on the inside your brain was on fire with thoughts and memories of you and Harry when you were younger.

„Why did you leave?“ You questioned and a look of confusion passed through his eyes.

„What do you mean?“ He obviously had no idea what you were talking about.

„When I was a kid...you were my best friend. We told each other everything, got into so much trouble together, had so much fun, even tho’ you were way older than me. It made me feel like I belonged in this family. I felt loved...safe. One day you just stopped. I thought I did something..I never understood why my brother seemed to enjoy parties more than spending time with me. Why did you abandon me?“ Your voice cracked at the end and you cackled at how stupid you sounded. Emotional pain has a biological purpose, to teach, to educate us away from unhealthy patterns and relationships. Yet, you always seem to come back for more. You cannot give up on your family as easily as they've given up on you.

„I didn't mean to. I just had so many obligations, grandma and her expectations were becoming too much, so I ran. I ran and I'm sorry that I didn't think about you in the process. I'm sorry I've caused you pain. It hurts me to know that. I don't want you to suffer.“ He took a step closer. Then another. And another until he was standing in front of you, reaching out to take your hand in his.

„Harry..what did you bargain for Meghan? Who did you sell your soul to?“ You looked at him warily, concern written in every line of your beautiful face.

„I know you never stop thinking about our family and I appreciate all that. Sometimes, sister, you have to take care of yourself. I will always love you, no matter what path you choose.“ He kissed the back of your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

„What are you talking about?“ It was your time to be confused now.

„This kingdom and media love you. Smile and wave to the camera.“ Harry winked and pulled you away from the wall and back on your feet that already hurt from the bloody heals. If it were up to you, those would be some cute sandals or comforts, but you had an image to uphold and pain seemed to be a big part of that image, both physical and emotional.

„Where are we going?“ You inquired and walked along him.

„It's time for the ceremony to begin.“ Harry sighed and gave you a quick kiss on the temple.

„Oh.“ Those were the only two syllables you said until you got to the big door that were separating you from the rest of the world. You held onto your brother's arm tighter, fear paralyzing you, taking over. Your fight or flight system was itching to come out, but you needed to be brave. Things were turning out perfectly, you just needed to think about who and why you were doing this for. Shawn. Think of Shawn.

The door swung open, a small creak heard, but the music playing covered it up. Everyone stood up and turned back to see you. Every step you took seemed heavier and heavier, the path before you too long to walk. Your eyes were set on the center of the room at the bottom, where Robert waited with a cheshire grin and you barely held back an eye roll.

Step one: Shawn's blushing face when you first met made its way to your mind.

Step two: Shawn's warm smile invaded your thoughts.

Step three: Shawn's kind, brown hues haunted you every time you closed your eyes.

Step four: Shawn's lips were almost tangible at this horrible time.

Every step felt like chains were pulling at your ankles, your heartbeat so fast you were surprised it hadn't tired and given up. Shawn's words rock your mind, leaving it moving in foreign ways, ways you have become unaccustomed to. He's an echo, but one with the power to tear down walls you have built high and deep for so long. So though you need him, want him, love him... most likely you will have to walk away. In this world emotions this strong are considered suspicious and you have more priorities to think about than the health of your heart and mind. However, there is something clawing at the back of your mind, reminding you of who you are and what you have always wanted. It was trying to fight its way to the surface and show you what you once had planned if an arranged marriage ever came up.

Harry came to a sudden stop and that's when you realized you were already at the altar. Robert took your hand in his and helped you up a few stairs. You turned to him, avoiding to look back in fear of seeing Shawn. Behind Robert, stood Alex, behind you Philip. Neither of the men wanted to leave your side until it was all over and you were so thankful for their presence as it brought you some comfort.

Words spoken were registered as more of a mumble than something coherent and you were distracted with an inner war that raged within. Flashes of the cameras were going off all the time, blinding you a little to what was going on. You clutched at Shawn's necklace absentmindedly, forgetting you even had it for the ceremony as something borrowed. Against better judgement you turned back, your eyes gliding over the crowd. There was no smile upon your lips, no trace of happiness whatsoever. You wondered if everyone could see how trapped you felt right now. It felt like you were in a cage, deep in the wide blue ocean, surrounded by sharks prepared to eat you alive if you dared to step outside.

„I do believe a moment in heaven is worth an eternity in hell. I believe that a small amount of pure bliss is worth any kind of punishment, whether it be torture or death. Either way, I'd take it any day just for a moment with you.“

Shawn's words made your bottom lip quiver as you searched for his silhouette among the guests. Your eyes stopped short at a figure in the distance, standing at the door you came through once the ceremony began. You knew it was him. Shawn was there, looking at you with so much pain in his eyes that you were sure you too had on display for the world to see. You locked eyes with him, feeling as if the world around you disappeared and you two were the only ones there. His suit was immaculate, his hair on point and it almost made you smile when you imagined him walking down the aisle to marry you as if he were the bride today.

„Princess?“ Someone called you and a flash seemed to temporarily blind you, leaving you a little disoriented and lost.

„Yeah?“ You asked, blinking a few times trying to see straight again. You looked back to see Shawn leaning on the door, his arms crossed over his chest and some of the guests seemed to have noticed where your wandering gaze kept going to, better yet, to who.

„Do you take this man to be your husband?“ They repeated the question, but your mind couldn't comprehend what was happening. You kept looking back from Shawn, to your brother Harry and all the photographs being taken at the moment didn't help you at all.

„This kingdom and media love you. Smile and wave to the camera.“

Suddenly, what Harry said made sense.

„I won't let them do that to me. I want to find someone to love who would love me back unconditionally. Arranged marriage is out of the question, brother.“ You stated and Harry chuckled.

„I doubt that would go over well with the media. They love you so much, they'd hate to see you in a loveless marriage.“ Harry nudged you before throwing a few strands of grass your way.

„You think I'd be safe if I disobeyed grandma? People who do that tend to disappear.“ You grunted, looking down, picking at the grass nervously.

„I think you know how to protect yourself and those you love. You're brave, sister. A hell of a lot smarter than me...I'm sure you'll figure something out. It would probably take a big sacrifice, but I'd stand by you no matter what.“ Harry kissed your temple and you smiled.

Your eyes widened as that memory hit you with full force. That's what's been clawing at your mind this whole time. It was like a repressed memory of a plan you once created in hopes of never having to use it. Harry gave you his blessing, Shawn a promise. You turned to look at the handsome Canadian, but his back was turned to you, however, he wasn't moving. It was like he was debating whether or not he should stay...just waiting to hear your answer and run if it collided with what he wanted.

„Princess?“ That annoying voice called for your attention and your openly rolled your eyes at them.

„Alex. Get me that mic.“ You whispered and Robert narrowed his eyes at you. Alex was quick to do as he was told and you turned swiftly toward the crowd.

„Hello everyone. Thank you for coming here today to watch this wedding take place. Before this whole thing goes down, I need to say a few things. You see...I fell in love.“ The crowd awed and you shook your head lightly with a smile, your eyes set on Shawn who seemed to be frozen by your actions. His back was still turned to you, but you took a deep breath and continued.

„Yeah. Aw...However, I didn't fall in love with this guy.“ You pointed to Robert with a chuckle. The crowd gasped and the photographers went crazy.

„You see, all of this is an arranged nightmare forced upon me by the Queen herself. Yes...ooooh. What a scandal, am I right?“ You placed a hand on your hip and watched Shawn turn back to you, a little confused about where you were going with this. The room was constantly going from loud talking and gasping to dead silence whenever you opened your mouth.

„I have no way to back this up, but the Queen isn't an innocent old lady you all seem to think she is. Haven't you noticed how every time someone disagreed with her in the past seemed to vanish? Because I did! Lady D. was one of those people, my mother too. I was made to believe that I would be one of them as well. Not only me tho', they used the man I love as leverage. She said it would be a shame to find ourselves in an accident at such a young age. Naturally, I caved. I held my tongue back, kept up the pretenses. That was the only threat I cared about. I cared about his safety more than anything.“ You took a small pause to take in a few deep breaths. Shawn moved a few steps closer, getting almost halfway to you.

„I pushed you away because I was scared of what she'll do to you. I'm so sorry for hurting you. You asked me to run away with you and I would have, but where would we run? Neither one of us can go undiscovered, unless we moved onto a deserted island.“ The room filled with laughter as they all turned to the aisle, watching Shawn stop in the middle of it. They were aware who you were talking to and who this was meant for. Some had tears in their eyes, other's were still trying to understand what was happening. Shawn seemed to be in shock and to be honest, so did you.

„However, you said you'd endure anything for a moment with me, right? You'd endure hell for a moment in paradise? If that's the case and you know the stakes now, do you stand by that offer?“ You questioned, your chest shaking on the inside in anticipation of his answer. Shawn stared at you with his lips slightly parted, before they spread into a wide smile.

„Death would be a gift in comparison to a life without you.“ His voice filled the room. He was confident, his smile radiating and the fear of him saying no was gone. Guests were now openly cheering, Robert sat on the step next to you, aware of the way things were turning out.

„In that case“ you turned to the minister with a smirk, „My answer is NO.“ You pulled off the engagement ring that had caused you so much trouble in the past few weeks and threw it in Robert's lap. You saw he was feeling down, but you knew it wasn't because he was madly in love...sure, he seemed to like you, but it felt like he liked your title a lot more.

„Oh, yeah. Also, I was told I'd be disowned, so..“ You pulled off the crown from your head, messing up your hair a little bit. „If that's the case than I want to give this back. This title is worth nothing if I can't be with the one I love.“ You spoke before flinging the crown into Meghan’s lap with a smile and a wink.

You picked up the front of the dress with one hand, Philip taking your hand to help you down the stairs. You turned back to the man with a fond smile and a short nod before running to Shawn as fast as you could in those awfully painful heels. He spread his arms and grabbed you once you got close enough. Twirling you around a few times, Shawn had set you on the ground and smashed his lips on yours in one move. Pulling back a little too soon for his liking which was evident by a small groan coming from his lips, you took his hand and started running out of the room completely. You knew it would be smart to leave the kingdom as soon as possible just in case. This whole thing was meant to serve as a shield for you and Shawn because if anything were to happen to either one, the Queen would go down and she wasn't crazy enough to risk that. At least you hoped so.

„Now what?“ Shawn questioned as you two found yourself in front of the castle.

„Over here!“ You hear Alex's voice and run toward it, pulling Shawn with you.

„Alex!“ You giggled once you realized he had a car on standby the entire time.

„Had a feeling we might need this!“ He exclaimed and you kissed Shawn before jumping into the car.

„You'll get into so much trouble!“ You worried about him, but he waved it off.

„My job is to protect the Princess. I'm doing that.“ Alex shrugged and you leaned forward.

„I'm not a Princess anymore.“ You stated and the two men laughed.

„What?“ You asked, confused with their reaction.

„You'll always be the Princess.“ Shawn leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. You smiled into the kiss, pulling away slightly.

„As long as I'm your Princess.“ You whispered and he blushed like he always did whenever you two were so close. He brushed away a few loose strands of your hair before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

„Forever.“

Tags:  @accalialionheart  @handwrittenvocals

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes x reader #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes x y/n #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes au #shawn peter raul mendes #the princess

[sara-raines-blog]

Choices' MCs are becoming detectives

Why do I feel that Choices is turning all their current books into detective kind of books, and forcing each MC to fucking solve everyone's problem and save the day.

The Junior

MC having to find the one who's responsible for Tyler's car crash, her friends' problems and find evidences to take Beau down.

I'm a college student and I don't even have enough dedication to solve the problems for my assignments. Sorry not sorry

Perfect Match

Having to find out about eros and what theyre up to.

I sincerely thought this was a romance genre book about finding a perfect match. But im not complaining about the plot twist because the story was damn boring at the beginning and had only became interesting after it.

High School Story

Having to prove that MC had been sabotaged about the tryout and finding out who threatened her regarding being the prom queen (I'm not even interested in becoming prom queen). And book 2 forced us to be all detective to take Isa down.

MC oh MC, you just love the spotlight so much eh? but I'm glad my MC get to spend equal amount of time with her LI, so that's not much of a problem to me, plus she's solving her own problem so.. Okay

Bloodbound

Having to find the one who's responsible for all the illegal turnings and figure out how to save Lily/Adrian/The clanless etc Not complaining much because it's a Mystery book

Despite the fact that I love this book, I kinda get annoyed of MC for bringing trouble to Adrian by forcing him to turn lily And persuate the clan leaders to accept her (some people are not interested in her, so why not give us the choice to abandon her). The price to pay for MC's selfishness? Adrian's life

Veil of secrets

Not complaining tho cause the genre is mystery and we have to play detective (same like BB).

Since this book is new, I don't have anything against it yet but I do feel the latest chapter of this book too short when you don't pay diamond to spend time with that guy (I forgot his name, I was so into Flynn that I forgot the other guy here)

PS: btw, am I the only one who wish that Choices can refill our key for every 1 hour instead of 2 hours, i'm dying waiting for my new key after I used up all of my keys :"(

#playchoices #choices the junior #the junior #Bloodbound #veil of secrets #high school story #hss #perfect match #tj #bb

[jeonghanniesfool]

jihoon | say yes to the dress

genre: fluff

requested by: anon 

pairing: jihoon x reader

“are you kidding me right now? a show? why are we going on a show? don’t you just need a wedding dress?”

your fiance, Jihoon, was having none of this Say Yes to the Dress business

it was enough he had to drive you all the way to this store of your choice

but having you on a show?

“why not? it could be my television debut!”

“Y/N, why would you want a television debut?”

“just because you’ve already had one doesn’t mean I can’t”

jihoon just sighed

of course he was used to your antics

the two of you decided to go against superstition and stereotype

and let him come dress shopping with you

part of it was that the two of you were splitting the bill on the dress

and the other part was that you were super indecisive and would die without knowing for sure Jihoon would love the dress

you had some dresses in mind

and Jihoon had none

he said he really didn’t care what dress you wore

and that it was up to you

but he knew that if he wasn’t there to give input

you would drive yourself crazy and probably buy out half the store or something

he did express very quietly that he wanted to not see the dress for a long long time after the two of you picked it out

and when you had inquired why

he muttered something about

wanting to be surprised again when he saw you walk down the aisle

when you asked him to repeat it

all he said was

“YOU HEARD ME THE FIRST TIME”

and his face was completely red with embarrassment 

so the two of you walked into the shop with your best friends

the staff there seemed pretty surprised that Jihoon had come along

but the two of you reassured them that they had a system all worked out

maybe he would only be there to see certain styles of dresses on you

and once you agreed on a certain style

they could send him away all they wanted to

which they really did seem to want to do

“you CANT have the groom here, miss, it’s bad luck!”

buuuuuut

somehow he managed to stay the entire time

even tho he insisted he didn’t want to see the dress until the wedding day

which wasn’t for a few months so hopefully it would still work out

after you had described what type of dress you wanted

the consultants whisked you off into the dressing room

handed you one of those super nice robes

and had you change out of your clothes

the first dress you stepped into

you were surprised at the weight that was pressed onto your shoulders

it was a full on princess ball gown wedding dress

and as you looked at yourself in the mirror

you ran your hands down the soft material, turning slightly to see different angles

“do you like it enough to go show your entourage?”

one of the consultants asked you

you definitely thought it was pretty but you weren’t 100% sure if it was the right dress

so you agreed to go outside and get other opinions

as soon as you walked outside

you saw Jihoon’s eyes soften although his face remained emotionless as ever

your friends cooed with delight

and gushed over how nice the dress was and how pretty you looked

“It doesn’t seem completely your type tho, Y/N. You still seem a little uncomfortable in it.”

“It is kind of heavy.” you confessed

your eyes met Jihoon as he scanned you over

“Jihoon, is it okay?”

“that’s not the dress.”

Jihoon spoke shortly, his tone very calm and controlled 

the consultant looked ready to beat him up for being insensitive

but you knew Jihoon very well

he went straight to the point with comments like that

he was a lot more shy when he truly loved something 

so it was back into the dressing room for you

next you tried on a mermaid style gown that hugged your sides

it was really pretty with a nice embroidered design and neat beading 

you found it a little difficult to walk in

but it was still very nice nonetheless

so again

you walked out to show it off to your entourage 

one of your friends said she liked the big princess gown on you better

while the others exclaimed delightedly over the change in dresses

but you kept your eyes on Jihoon and Jihoon alone

“Jihoon?”

you saw him bite his lip and his hands fiddled with the hem of his shirt

he spoke softly

“you look beautiful in this dress and the last”

his voice was barely above a whisper

and when your friends chattered excitedly at his comment he turned red and seemed to sink into the couch

you, however, blushed at his words

and beamed at him

“but it’s not the dress, right Jihoon?”

he nodded 

“the dress is too fancy for me” you laughed as you turned to speak to the consultant

“no, that dress isn’t worthy of you”

Jihoon cut you off quickly

your friends cheered

and even the consultant smiled at his words

you blushed and rushed off to the dressing room before Jihoon could tease you on your red face 

this time you changed into a very elegant gown

with beautiful flowers and beads running down

the material was light and airy

you felt as if you were floating on air

and when you looked at yourself in the mirror 

you felt as if you were going to cry

there were no flowers in your hair 

and no veil perched on your head

but you felt as if you were ready to walk down the aisle into Jihoon’s waiting arms

the consultant smiled at you in the mirror

“ready to go out and show your entourage?”

she could tell how close you were to tears when all you could do was nod meekly

as you walked out

you could hear the collective gasp among your entourage

but again

you kept your eyes trained on your fiance

he rose slowly this time

and despite his dislike for pda

wrapped his arms around your waist

and pulled you close to him

leaving just enough room so that he could still look you up and down

“i take it you like it”

you laughed

voice slightly breathy from how close he was standing to you

and your nervousness at being so intimate in public

“you look beautiful”

he spoke loud enough only for you to hear

he released you

still speaking in the soft voice

“i’m sorry, Y/N, i couldn’t help it when I saw you”

you hit him playfully

“you better control yourself on the wedding day”

so Jihoon turned to the consultant and asked the ever so important question

“what’s the price on this dress?”

“well you said your budget was ‘whatever Y/N wants, I’ll get it for her’ so we had a lot more liberty picking out dresses”

you gulped

that sounded like

your dress was going to be crazy expensive 

“Jihoon… it’s okay, we don’t have to get this dress if it’s too much”

all he did was take your hand and squeeze it

keeping his eyes on the consultant

“the dress is, fortunately, only $1,500″

you breathed a sigh of relief

it was on the cheaper end of the dresses you could find at the store

“we’ll take it” 

Jihoon said immediately

getting ready to go pay for the dress

the consultant stopped him

“we have to go through some formalities first”

the consultant turned to you as you twirled in the dress in front of the mirror

she smiled at you and gestured toward your gown

“so.. are you going to say yes to this dress?”

you beamed at Jihoon

and squeezed his hand

“yes! I’ll be saying yes to this dress!”

A/N: I’m so sorry this took me way too long to write. I had trouble with this prompt even though I actually watch a lot of Say Yes to the Dress. I felt that my writing for this was kind of generic :// but i hope you still enjoy it!

#jihoon fluff #jihoon x reader #woozi fluff #jihoon imagines #woozi imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios

[le-sejour]

Just Like You, Only Sweeter

Words: 1976

Pairing: wouldn’t u like to know jk it’s Thomas Jefferson x Reader with a surprise

World: Modern AU

Warning: Sexy, sexy things in here mhm (not smut tho, but pretty suggestive), also profanity and actual dickbaggery, angst

A/N: Hey hey hey hey hey so on this episode of “shouldn’t be writing this because I have requests to fill but still wrote it anyway” So I’ve been listening to my old music playlist back in 2010-ish? and ya kno how teenagers are w their edgy music and #Relatable lyrics. This fic was the love child of listening to All American Rejects and Fall Out Boy. Points if you can guess which songs inspired these lmao

Thomas groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you peppered kisses down his jaw to his neck. God, you were beautiful. So, so beautiful.

“Who has to know?”

You murmured against his skin as you mounted him, your black-lined eyes half-lidded and the stink of alcohol unmistakably heavy on your breath.

He knew this was just a one-night stand. A rebound. And he was perfectly fine with that. Your ex, Alexander Hamilton, had actually grown a pair big enough to come crawling back to Eliza, the woman he cheated on, leaving you to rot in your head for weeks on end.

You had planned on sulking around your apartment watching Friends reruns and binging on ice cream. Thomas had suggested getting drinks.

“He told me he would make it right with me.” You had sobbed into your multicolored drink, tears smudging your mascara somewhat. Your dark-skinned companion tried not to stare too much, but found that he couldn’t help it. You were mesmerizing even when you looked like a blotchy raccoon. His heart clenched. “He said he envisioned a future with me! A family an-and kids!”

“Hamilton’s an idiot, [F/Name].” He murmured matter-of-factly, instinctively using his thumb to wipe your tears away. He felt her skin jump at the contact. “He had the most scintillating woman in New York City, and he let it go. It’s his loss.”

His breath hitched when you looked up at him through damp lashes, still managing to look enticing despite crying for over three hours. His mind went into overdrive, desperately trying to keep the trickle of feelings at bay.

He watched with controlled interest as you worried your bottom lip, his heart beat pounding loudly in his ears. He can’t allow himself to give in. It was better this way, he chanted in his head like a mantra.

But oh, how her eyes shined iridescent against the dark.

“Would you have done the same, Thomas?” You whispered, leaning into him ever so slightly. His control was hanging by a thread. “Would you have left me like he did?”

He stared into your eyes once more, losing himself in them as he all but gave in to his desires.

“Never.” He whispered, voice strained and thick with want.

You closed the gap between you two, pressing your lips hungrily against his. You needed the friction, the intimacy. You wanted to feel wanted. And when you reached completion late into the night, your head thrown back in bliss as his hands still gripped your hips tightly, you’d like to think you were.

You never saw him around in the weeks following your drunken tryst. It was as if he never existed. He wasn’t in his apartment, or his favorite bar, or the library. You even tried visiting his workplace, but all you got was his secretary telling you he had opted to work from home.

Oh.

The silent walk back to your apartment was filled with sniffling and attempts to choke back your sobs, going through your memories of that night.

Did you say anything wrong? Was the sex bad? He had seemed so eager to bed you, and the morning after was spent lazing around and cuddling his apartment. What did you do? What changed that night after you went home?

You tried to ignore the tightening in your chest as you reached the front steps of your apartment building, but there was only so much you could do to reign in your emotions. Collapsing onto the steps, you sobbed uncontrollably into your hands.

Why is this happening to you? Didn’t Thomas like you? Didn’t Alexander like you? Did anyone like you?

“[F/Name]?”

You looked up from your pathetic, curled position, tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your heart seemed to heal instantly as you recognized those head of curls.

“Thomas.”

Thomas Jefferson was not an emotionally intelligent man.

He was cunning, and crafty, and wise beyond his years. But you’d be damned to think he was, in any way, in complete control of anything that doesn’t involve his head.

After your pity romp, he was a mess. The moment you kissed him had opened the dam that held all the things he felt for you at bay. It flooded out into every kiss, every stroke, every breathy moan he made because of your ministrations. It seeped into everything he touched.

And he was terrified.

He wanted to be with you every second of every day so badly it hurt. He wanted to care for you, support you. Be the reason for your smiles and laughter. The need to be yours never used to be this intense. It was jarring.

So he left.

It was much easier to be your friend. He could occasionally flirt with you without consequence, and you could spill every thought and opinion to him when even Alexander had trouble wheedling it out of you. Nothing was complicated, nothing was at stake. You both worked better that way. It was better that way.

Wasn’t it?

A month had passed, then two, into his self-imposed isolation and he began to doubt himself. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe he had let himself overthink your situation. But…

God, he was a jackass.

He had left you. You came to him in your hour of need and he took advantage of it. He left you for dead after being so intimate with you. You needed him, you were in pieces. And he left you.

You probably hated him. No, he was sure you hated him. With everything he’s done, he wouldn’t be surprised. He left you after explicitly saying he wouldn’t.

He’s definitely fucked up this time.

Grabbing his jacket, he made his way to the door. He didn’t know what he was going to do, or how to do it, he just knew he needed to make this right somehow.

You nervously picked at the assortment of flowers on your lap, your stomach churning with anticipation and nerves. Of course, you’ve practiced this whole thing plenty of times before. But actually being here, today, was definitely more than you bargained for.

“Hey,” You turned your head to acknowledge the voice, smiling slightly as you see the familiar face of James Madison. “It seems like almost everyone is here.”

The smile on your face was shaky at best, the anxiety in your eyes shining through. “Yeah? That’s-that’s good…”

James smiled at you reassuringly before stepping into the backseat with you. His warm presence enveloped the car, giving you a slight confidence boost. “You’re nervous.”

You laughed. “Is it that obvious?”

“It’s normal.” He answered, taking the bouquet from you before you pluck all the petals out. “What’s worrying you?”

“God,” Exhaling, you looked up, tears inexplicably welling in your eyes. “I don’t- This is insane. I never would have thought…”

The man beside you simply nodded in response, letting you have the moment to express yourself.

“Two years ago, I never would have imagined…” You trailed off, fanning your face in an attempt to blink back tears. “He’s everything I’ve hoped for and more, James. I-I’m scared that I’ll wake up and find myself on the front steps of my old apartment again…”

You were seated on a park bench, sun shining like a halo on you, as Thomas watched you laugh. Your hair fluttered gracefully as you threw your head back. He smiled, memorizing every curve and hollow of your face. He reveled in the fact that he was right. You were beautiful through and through.

His hand wandered slyly to your thigh, making you turn to him with an unreadable gaze. He smiled innocently, those pearly whites of his shining unabashedly. You rolled your eyes as your hands found his and laced your fingers together.

How could he have been that lucky?

He leaned over and whispered in your ear, causing you to turn red and shift in your seat. He pulled away to look at you, his eyes darkening with desire. Oh, how he wished to be the friction in those jeans you wore.

You leaned in to press a passionate kiss on his lips, your hands coming up to cradle his cheeks. He pulled you closer by the waist, nibbling on your bottom lip gently before separating.

With the grace of a cat, he pulled you up with him and brushed a stray lock of hair away from your face, murmuring how he wanted to get you home and in bed as soon as possible.

How could you have been this lucky?

James led you to the huge cathedral doors, your gown flowing easily around you, while the veil you wore drifted to and fro at every move you made.

“Are you ready, [F/Name]?” You looked up as a fresh pool of tears made its way to your eyes.

“Thank you, Jemmy… For everything.” You whispered, throwing your arms around him in a tight, tearful hug. He returned the hug just as fiercely, your head tucked under his chin.

“I would never leave you alone like that, [F/Name].” He murmured, his voice thick with emotion and an edge you couldn’t describe. “Now go, Mulligan is waiting to walk you down the aisle.”

Nodding, you reluctantly let go of the man you had quickly considered a best friend within the two years you’ve known each other for. Straightening your back, you walked through the cathedral doors, entering the small lobby just before the main hall.

“And [F/Name].” James called out, causing you to turn slightly while Hercules fussed with your gown. “Remember, this is real. It’s real, and you deserve this.”

You beamed at him, watery and emotional, before being led away.

James stared into the cathedral, watching you float down the aisle like a cloud. Your back was turned to him but he could feel the happiness radiating from you as you passed friends and family.

A few seconds later, without as much as a turn of his head, he called out a name that hasn’t crossed his lips for a while now.

“Thomas.”

Without missing a beat, a figure loomed behind the smaller man before taking his place beside him.

“James.”

The Virginian, like his companion, stared straight into the cathedral, watching you finally reach the man who had helped you pick up the pieces. The man he saw making you laugh that day at the park. The lucky bastard who now gets to spend his days with you, build a family with you, grow old with you. All the things Thomas could now only dream about.

“Gilbert will make her happy.” James said, as if hearing the other man’s thoughts. They always did have an unnerving knack for reading the other. Thomas rolled his eyes.

“He has the most scintillating woman in New York City. Of course he’ll make her happy. He’d be an idiot not to…”

The other man said nothing, merely coughing into his handkerchief as silence fell over the pair of them.

“You know why she’s taken such a liking to him, right?”

Thomas opted not to reply, instead choosing to watch you recite your vows. He knew you were beautiful even on a normal day, but today you were simply breathtaking, even from his perch by the large, ornate doors. What he wouldn’t do to be the man standing at the altar with you.

“You left a bad taste in her mouth, Thomas.” They continued to watch the wedding, watched as you exchanged rings, watched as the priest gave people like Thomas a chance to speak. “Gilbert… He’s just like you. Only, sweeter.”

Silence filled the air of the cathedral as they waited for anyone to protest the union.

Thomas finally turned to James, his eyes brimming with tears as a few already trailed down his cheeks.

“I know.”

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