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mydictionary-yume · 5 months ago
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AWWW MY HEART AWAWAWA....... TYSM EM THEY'RE SOOOO CUTE TOGETHER THEY SHOULD HANG OUT MORE FR<333
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@mydictionary-yume 🩷!
"It's almost time, Haru-san! Do you have your spoon ready?"
"I– I do, Lu-chan..."
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sphireath-wisp · 2 years ago
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#Lover, Lover!
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Sypnosis: Calling them by a pet name for the first time? Make sure you get a good look at their reactions!
Warnings: I'm very rusty so the writing is probably terrible, not proofread, messy tenses, and the reader is perhaps implied to be more on the feminine side, Sanji's part is kinda shorter than the others
Featuring: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji x GN! reader
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Luffy
You step out of the kitchen, wiping the sweat off of your forehead as you take a breath of fresh air. The aromatics of sweet desserts and mountains of meat filled the air, specially prepared and cooked to perfection by Sanji.
Normally, Luffy would already be in the kitchen, vacuuming all of the food on the table into his stomach before anyone else could arrive. This time though, he happened to be out and off exploring the island with Robin and Ussop keeping him in check. You could've gone with him - since he did insist and whine so much. However, Franky needed an extra hand or two, so you volunteered.
"Do you like Franky more than me? :(("
"Hey, hey Nami! When is Lu supposed to be back?" Nami smirked at the nickname, her suspicions of your budding relationship growing.
"The captain should be back around now actually," She flips through the newspaper in her hand, brown eyes scanning through it. "Sanji's already finished cooking, right? I practically smell the food from here, so Luffy and that extreme hunger of his should be able to as well."
You laugh and thank her, strolling over to the side of the Sunny. As if right on cue, you hear the loud stomps of sandals against the sand.
"Luffy!" You smile, waving your hands at him, joy bursting in you, "Sweetheart, food's ready!"
His smile grows even bigger whilst you immediately cover your mouth to process what you just said - it just slipped out of your mouth. Shades of pink adorn his cheeks, and his already racing heart moving around beats faster. Luffy wasn't sure what it was exactly, but it felt weirdly warm in his body whenever he saw you.
He doesn't know exactly why, but it just felt right to return the favor, "(Name)! Babe!"
You feel rubbery arms wrap around your hip, throwing you off of your feet. Instinctively, your grip tightens on the railing, reeling Luffy up instead of pulling you off of the Sunny. The impact of Luffy's landing causes the both of you to tumble off of your feet, slipping and landing right onto the grass patch on the Sunny.
"Luffy..." One hand holds the side of your head, the other is used to lightly elbow him, "I'm not calling you 'sweetheart' anytime soon."
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Zoro
"All I wanted was just a burger..." You sighed as you punched the marine in front of you away, who knew being a pirate would be this troublesome? Though, who could blame you for being a pirate on a whim - that captain of yours made such a tempting offer! Treasure? Free food? Adventures? It sounded great.
Kicking away another marine, you began reminiscing the times you bit into that juicy meat patty - just the thought made your stomach grumble. Oh, just imagine, the meat melting in your mouth, the creamy cheese paired with it. Plus the lettuce adds that extra crunch.
You ducked under the marine and got rid of the last one. Crouching down and holding your stomach, you groan.
"Yo, you okay?" You snap out of your trance, staring up at Zoro who had just placed his swords back into their respective sheaths. The concerned purse of his lips and furrow of his eyebrows told you that he thought you had gotten hurt.
You nod, "I'm just hungry and I've been craving a burger ever since the last island we visited." You chuckle to yourself. A hand reaches out to you and he helps you up on both of your feet.
"You wanna grab a bite to eat? I'll pay." He didn't let go of your hand, thumb rubbing your knuckles. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, making sure you didn't get hurt anywhere else.
You grin at his offer, wiping off a small trail of blood on his face with your finger and cupping his cheek in the process, "Thanks, babe. Let's go then!" You proceed to drag him by the wrist to find some food.
Zoro doesn't even realize the pet name he's been assigned, but boy, back on the Sunny as he thinks about the time he spent with you, you can expect the crew to tell you about how Zoro suddenly turned bright red out of nowhere. Chopper even asked if he had a fever.
He honestly doesn't mind, it's just that - hearing you call him by a pet name for the first time is... new. Sooner or later, expect him to call you babe back though.
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Sanji
Oh man, he already calls you darling, sweetheart, the love of my life, etc. all on a daily basis. Just imagine the heart attack he would have if you actually did call him by a pet name!
Or so Robin mused. For a second, Chopper was wondering if the both of you were planning on Sanji's death with this plan of yours.
He'll be fine, right? It's not as if your breathtaking looks and entrancing voice would kill him! It's not as if he could fall in love with you a million times without getting tired of staring at your face. It's not as if Sanji adores you to heaven (and probably the depths of hell) and beyond!
"(Name)-swan, the forever love of my life! (Robin)-chan~!" He dramatically twirls in your direction delicately placing your refreshments on the table, "Please tell me if you need anything else." He smiles specifically at you.
You glance at Robin. She approves and nods.
You place your hand on him, gazing in his direction. The ends of your lips curve upwards naturally without you thinking. "Thank you, love. You're such a sweetheart."
Sanji eyes form into hearts. Blood rushes to his nose. It's almost astounding to see the fountain of red covering the lower half of his face - in fact, it's concerning.
He feels his heart pound like a drum in his chest, so loud that he could hear it. "(Name)-swan," He claps your hands between both of his with a grip so soft - it felt like he was treating your skin like porcelain, "I'm so lucky to be able to experience this moment, to be called so lovingly by such an irresistible person-"
Sanji continues to ramble, but you can't seem to decide whether to focus on the puddle of blood under you or his words that capture your heart.
You glance over to Robin who was supposed to be sitting across from you, but she's gone. You hope she went to call Chopper because Sanji MIGHT actually lose too much for his own good (or perhaps you're just too pretty for your own good).
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starcrossed591 · 11 months ago
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CDrama Year in Review 2023
I'm still very much a CDrama beginner--I just started watching them in the summer of 2022--but since this is the first year I got into them in earnest, I figured I might as well do a year in review a la @dangermousie (whose lists I have found incredibly helpful in deciding which CDramas I really, really need to go back and watch as part of my CDrama education--so thank you!). So, without further adieu, here is my ranking of 2023 CDramas, in order of least enjoyed to most enjoyed*.
(See also: KDrama Year in Review 2023)
*Disclaimer: *not* a measure of objective quality
10. Royal Rumours: This drama was not great? Meng Zi Yi and Jeremy Tsui were fun, but the story started out messy and got messier. For some reason I still finished it, I think because I had a lingering cold and it was all my brain could handle at the time *shrug*
9. Gone with the Rain: I actually really enjoyed this one! The pacing was inconsistent, but Zhang Nan was fun as the irreverent Mo Xi, and we love a grizzled general. Special shout to the teacher who was not actually evil, just a sad lesbian whose gf disappeared on her
8. Love You Seven Times: Intriguing concept, not a strong enough FL to carry it through. The reincarnation stuff really worked for me at first, especially in their first mortal tribulation (as people, not CGI animals), but I got tired of it pretty quickly. I admit, the gifs of Ding Yu Xi as a sexy cat demon *did* pull me back in, but not enough for me to actually finish the thing, alas
7. Destined/Chang Feng Du: Started out really strong, and then stalled out on me. I think I only got up to about episode 22 or so, after their epic desert crossing and new start in a new state--they lost all narrative momentum for me there. I stopped watching and then just...didn't start again. I do, however, remain a big Bai Jing Ting fan, and will be keeping on eye out for whatever he does next
6. Hidden Love: (Contemporary) Age gap romances are hit or miss for me, but Zhao Lu Si absolutely stole/carried the show for me in this one. Although more fun imo when the main couple are in the the will-they-won't-they phase than in the family melodrama after they get together, still the only contemporary CDrama to get me to give it a go this year--and I'm glad I did
5. My Journey to You: Featuring my favorite murder girlies Esther Yu as Yun Wei Shan and Lu Yu Xiao as Shanguan Qian! Gorgeous costumes and sets, sweeping cinematography, and plot that kept me on the edge of my seat. Full disclosure, I have not actually watched the last two episodes because I got busy and then saw weird chatter about them, so I have no comment on the allegedly weird ending
4. Till the End of the Moon: Look, I know the ending wasn't ideal, but for the majority of its run, this drama owned my entire soul. It also introduced me to Bai Lu as Li Su Su, who inspired my first actual tumblr post (that wasn't a reblog) because I was so obsessed with her. And everyone knows that Tantai Jin is the CDrama ML of the year. 10/10, no regrets at letting it take over my life (and the OST my Spotify) from April to May of this year
3. The Story of Kunning Palace: More Bai Lu is always a good thing, and she's extra fun here as the transmigrated former evil empress and totally-over-your-nonsense Xiang Xue Ning here. The reverse haremness of it all totally shows why Bai Lu is the chemistry queen, especially with the princess (Liu Xie Ning) and cranky, morally grey, would-fail-gym-class strategist Xie Wie (Zhang Ling He). So glad this drama made it out of the CDrama vault and didn't languish indefinitely in censorship hell
2. A Journey to Love: Finished this one two days ago as of this writing and am still not normal about it. Ren Ruyi (Liu Shi Shi) and Ning Yuan Zhou (Liu Yu Ning) lead an exceptionally strong ensemble cast in this wuxia that explores the complicated relationships between love, duty, loyalty, loneliness, and companionship. Ruyi and Yuan Zhou are far and away one of my fave OTPs of the year, but just as compelling are the relationships between friends/brothers/fellow assassins Yu Shisan, Yuan Lu (ugh my heart), Qian Zhou, and Sun Lang. This drama definitely has one of the strongest ensemble casts of the year. And the character growth of Yang Ying from little princess abandoned in the cold palace to who she becomes by the end will stick with me for a long time. Plus another 10/10 OST!
1. Lost You Forever S1: I'm not normally a reverse harem girl, but the longing, loss, and hard resolve portrayed to perfection by Yang Zi as Xiao Yao really did it for me here. This whole drama struck an emotional chord for me, and where TTEOTM consumed my soul, LYF took over my heart. Xiao Yao's relationships with her power hungry, overprotective cousin Cang Xuan; hot snake demon Xiang Liu/playboy archery shufu Feng Feng Bei; and perfectly devoted Tushan Jing are all equally compelling to me, and while I may know who she ends up with in the end, who I *think* she should be with changes based on who's on screen at any given time. And A'Nian, my favorite bratty princess who really just needs some strong parenting, holds a special place in my heart. I know we may never get S2, and even if we do, censorship means it probably won't be what the drama makers are capable of, but I'm so glad for this little piece of absolute perfection. And, again, a top notch OST!
Fave Drama: Lost You Forever, by just a hair over A Journey to Love. See above.
Least Fave Drama: Royal Rumours--truly why did I finish this, what was past me thinking
Biggest Disappointment: 2023 is also the year I read Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir, my very first CNovel! But then I didn't even bother checking out its adaptation, Romance of a Twin Flower, because it got rid of everything that made the novel such an addicting read, including a brilliant, strategic, ice cold FL and an ML who actually kind of sucked at the beginning, only to grow on you very, very slowly over time. I'm grateful that the chatter around the drama is what brought the novel to my attention, but other than that, hard pass.
Favorite Male Character: Lots of good ones this year, but I'm gonna go with Cang Xuan (Zhang Wan Yi) from Lost You Forever. The conflict he faces between getting enough power to protect the people he loves the most and that power making him incompatible with those loved ones is so compelling, and his yearning for Xiao Yao even when she's right in front of him is wrenching. Full disclosure, I also just really love the sound of his voice
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Favorite Female Character: This could easily have gone to Li Susu (TTEOTM), Xiao Yao (LYF), or Ren Ruyi (AJTL), but I'm gonna go with Bai Lu's Xiang Xue Ning in The Story of Kunning Palace. Something I really loved about this character was just how jaded Xue Ning really was, even in her second go round at life. Yeah, she wants to make amends for the harm done in her previous rise to power, but that has hardly turned her into a good--or even pleasant--person. Instead, she's incredibly skeptical and still plays most things ice cold, especially with her family. As a bonus, we got plenty of Bai Lu's fantastic side eye as she basically had to do high school all over again when she gets called into the palace despite her very best efforts not to be.
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Favorite Ship: Ren Ruyi and Yuan Zhao from A Journey to Love have got to be it. They balance each other out so well, and over the course of the drama, learn to communicate effectively with each other whenever they have a problem. They also recognize that not all problems can be solved by ~love~, which makes their relationship even more compelling when they decide to prioritize each other in a way that respects what the other wants from life.
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Favorite Secondary Ship: Little princess Yang Ying and Yuan Lu absolutely broke stole my heart in A Journey to Love. Doomed love even more than the main OTP, these two's youthful romance was such much fun to watch, especially as they egged their respective mentors on in their own romance. Yang Ying's recognition that her first love did not have to be her only love is also something I always love to see, even as it broke my heart that (spoiler) she and Yuan Lu never really had a chance at an HEA. Their relationship really exemplified a key theme of this drama: that you should love the people you love while they're still with you because tomorrow is never promised.
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Non-2023 Dramas that I Watched: Two non-2023 dramas I watched that deserve a special shout out are Love and Redemption and The Sword and the Brocade. Love and Redemption prepared me to really appreciate the big swings that Till the End of the Moon took, and The Sword and the Brocade went a little way to filling the Story of Ming Lan shaped hole in my heart. The Sword and the Brocade also had absolutely searing critique of the concubine system, even as it featured one of the most genuinely good-hearted FLs I've seen. Would recommend both!
Most Looking Forward To: Yes, I'm a sucker and the censors (not to mention the characters) will probably break my heart, but I'm still crossing my fingers that Lost You Forever S2 will live up to the promise of part one. See above: still a CDrama beginner, have not yet had all the optimism knocked out of me. Sue me.
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mydictionary-yume · 5 months ago
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A3! Lucille Hatano SR “Trajectory of Romance” | Backstage: “The Girl of Your Dreams” Part 1
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Sakuya: …and Sakura took way too long talking about the little penguin toy she got from her Papa, she liked it so much!
Lucille: Haha, then it seems like the daycare’s show and tell was a success, huh?
Sakuya: It really was! The kids liked it a lot more than I thought they would.
Lucille: Now that I think about it, I think we did something similar when we were their age, too. I remember bringing in a plushie, but I don’t think I was good at keeping it hidden away until I had to show it off. 
Sakuya: Some kids did that today, too! I guess some things never change. 
Lucille: Do you remember ever doing one?
Sakuya: I don’t think so… A lot of that time is pretty fuzzy for me, sorry. 
Lucille: You’re fine, I don’t blame you. Then, if you had to do it now, what would you choose?
Sakuya: Hmm… Maybe a stuffed animal? 
Lucille: Even now?
Sakuya: Well, all of them are from my favorite people, and they all hold a lot of special memories, like Blue!
Lucille: Oh, that’s true! He is pretty important to you, huh?
Lucille: (Memories, huh… stuffed animals are pretty nostalgic, but I didn’t even consider that they could be that special.) 
Izumi: Oh, Sakuya, Lucille, I didn’t realize you two were still in here! It’s getting late, isn’t it?
Sakuya: Director! I didn’t know you were still up. 
Izumi: Well, I’m helping out a friend’s troupe this week, so I’ve gotta finish up a few more blocking notes… Right now, I just need some caffeine.
Lucille: Director, don’t pull a Tsuzuru on us! Get some sleep! 
Izumi: Not until you two do.
Izumi: Do you need a ride home, Lu? It’s getting kind of late, and you probably shouldn’t be walking out alone.
Lucille: A-are you sure? I’ve heard, um, things, about your driving. 
Izumi: Nonsense! You’re only a few blocks away, it’ll be just fine, I promise. C’mon, it’s already a few hours after that damn curfew, you should be getting home anyway.
Lucille: Sigh… Alright. Saku, pray for me.
Sakuya: It won’t be that bad!
Izumi: He’s right, you know.
Sakuya: Good luck out there. I love you. 
Lucille: I love you too.
Lucille: *Chu!*
Lucille: Let that be your last memory of me before I fade…. away…
Izumi: I heard that!
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Lucille: …
Izumi: …
Lucille: …Hey, Izumi?
Izumi: Yeah?
Lucille: Can I ask something weird?
Izumi: Of course!
Lucille: What do you think Saku values most?
Izumi: Sakuya’s values?
Lucille: Yeah… I’m trying to figure out an anniversary present for him, and I'm kinda out of ideas.
Izumi: Oh, that’s coming up soon, isn’t it? It’s hard to believe you two have been together that long.
Izumi: Well, to answer your question, I’d think it’s pretty simple, right? He cares a lot about what he loves: acting, his family, and, of course, you. 
Lucille: Me?
Izumi: Yeah, you! You should see him when you’re not around. Citron even tells me he murmurs your name in his sleep. 
Lucille: Really? Even then?
Izumi: Yep. I don’t think I’ve seen him so passionate about anything other than theater before. You should consider yourself lucky.
Lucille: (He dreams about me. Oh my god he dreams about me. How often am I on his mind? Does he really miss me then?)
Lucille: (Wait. If I’m a part of his sleep, maybe I can get him something like that…)
Izumi: Hey, Lu, this is your uni, right?
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Lucille: Huh? Oh, yeah, it is. I can make it to the dorm from here, thanks for the ride.
Izumi: Mhm! And, hey. Good luck on that anniversary present of yours.
Lucille: Thanks! Good night!
Izumi: 'Night. Stay safe.
Lucille: (I think I know just what I’m gonna get him.)
Next part >
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coffeecat1983 · 4 months ago
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Hi, I have a drabble request. #11 with Mario and Peach?
I also wanna tell you that I love how in your SMB Movie fics you've breathed so much life into the Mario family, especially the uncles. Since the movie didn't give us that much info about them, now it's hard to think about these characters without being influenced by your characterization in some way����
I am so sorry this took so long! I got really sick and had to take a break. This is not only for your prompt but a look into a bigger short story I'm working on that fits in with my other Mario Movie-verse pieces. I hope you enjoy!
     "I donno Lu, maybe this is a bad idea."    Luigi raised an eyebrow at his older brother as he helped adjust his bowtie.      "Hey, you already invited Peach, you can't back out now." Luigi pointed out. "I mean, c'mon, she's across the hall getting ready to go."    Mario groaned, tapping his foot. The dance shoe shone with the fresh polish Luigi had given it earlier. He and Luigi were in their old bedroom at the Brooklyn apartment, now converted to a guest bedroom.      "But a family date night?" he groaned again.     "We've done it before with other dates, and Peach knows about the details." Luigi said, turning his attention to adjusting his own tie. "She could have refused, ya know. So quit bein' so nervous."    Mario sat on the edge of one of the beds, letting out a laugh. "Heh, usually I'm sayin' that to you."
   Across the hall at Arthur and Marie's, in their room... Peach lifted the top off the dress box and gasped softly.      "I hope the fit is right." Marie said with a smile. She placed another box beside it. "There's this to go with it."    Carefully setting the first box aside Peach opened the other, her eyes wide at what it held      "How can I thank you for this? They're beautiful." Peach said softly.      "It's our way of welcoming you to the family." Marie replied. "We've been going to this club as a family for a long time, and when Mario said you liked reading about the 1920s' and 30s', we all agreed you should come with."    She opened the closet. "Now that doesn't mean we'll be in your hair all night, you two will get plenty of time alone, too." she said as she began looking through her own outfits. "I remember the first time Art took me to the club. We had a wonderful time that night.      "Does everyone wear special outfits there?" Peach asked. Marie hummed as she thought it over.      "Most do, especially on weekends. You'll see a few people in regular clothes."    There was a knock at the bedroom door and Arthur called out. "Ladies, it's almost showtime!"      "Give us a sec!" Marie called back.
   It was an interesting group that gathered outside the apartment building that night. Mario and Luigi were dressed in fine pressed white dress shirts with dark brown pants and black dress shoes. Dark brown suspenders and bow-ties of their signature colors completed the looks. Giovanni was waiting near the cars, dressed in a sleek black tux and pressed white shirt. Arthur was wearing an outfit similar to the bros only his had a silk, yellow pinstripe vest and black bow-tie, with a newsboy cap on his head. Tony was in black pants and dress shoes, his vest as black as his curled hair with thin tan stripes. A black fedora completed the look.    The men turned as the main door opened and the ladies of the group came out. Marianna was first, in a simple powder blue 1930s' dress with her hair wrapped in a white wrap. Darting up the steps, Giovanni took his wife's hand and walked down with her while Luigi slipped past to hold the door open.      "You ready for this, kid?" Arthur asked, nudging Mario.      "Y-Yeah, I think so." Mario blushed. "I- woah." Peach came out next. She was wearing a baby pink flapper dress with white fringe. Crystal beads were on the fringe, glittering in the light. A matching pink cloche hat with small white feathers finished the outfit with white dance shoes.      "Y-You look amazing." Mario breathed. Peach blushed and in the background Arthur and Tony were snickering, stopping with a sharp look from Giovanni.      "Thanks," she replied, more shy than he had ever seen her. "You look really handsome."    Marie was last out, dressed similar to Peach but in a lavender dress with silver trim and a silver headband. Offering his arm, Luigi led his aunt down the stairs.      "Everyone ready?" Giovanni asked. With agreement all around, the group separated into the two waiting cars and took off.
By "CC"
Thanks again for the request!
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aeghina · 11 months ago
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20 questions for fic writers
Tagged by @a-little-bit-of-ravioli
1. How many works do you have on A03?
31! Wow! Not even counting my FF.net and Spirit (portuguese site) fics too. I think adding them would be around 50? I know for sure I have much more than that in my drive.
2. What's your total A03 word count?
739.765 Whaaaaat? That's so many! And it's mostly the ones I write in english!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Inuyasha, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, My Hero Academia and Legend of Zelda, more specifically LU!
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
A Link in a chain . My first LU fic! My baby <3 Modern day, soulmate marking and platonic soulmates. The main focus is Wild getting to know them, then Legend accepting the others and finally Spirit joining them.
All Might said 'No'. This was a prompt for a MHA server and I had a lot of fun! All Might is the literal quirk, like a ghost protecting the Midoriyas.
Alpha and Omega. That was a challenge! In almost every way possible. Omegaverse, Toshinko
Merman. Also from a prompt. Merperson au, Toshinko.
Soul clock. Also from a prompt. Soulmate au where there's a clock counting down the time until you meet your soulmate. Toshinko and some platonic relationships mentioned too
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always! I love to receive comments. Even key-smashing make my day a lot better when I check the email
6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably The Sacred Trees. It's more like a happy ending with heavy consequences. I live for happy ending, not sorry about that. They will suffer but they will be happy eventually.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
All of them? I'd dare say the happiest was Took You Long Enough, a Midlink reunion during LU and then afterwards. From the concluded, that's the happiest one but there's an even better one coming from a different fic not posted yet :D
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not recently, but I did in the Inuyasha and Katekyo fandom! I usually say a simple "thank you for your critique" because this usually throw people off enough that they leave me alone.
9. Do you write smut?
No! There's some heavily implied things, but nothing graphic or very descriptive (by very heavily, I'm counting the omegaverse fic too; I liked the concept but wanted something with less sex)
10. Do you write crossovers?
Not oftenly, but yes! The last one I wrote was a MHA and LU crossover when the brain was divided between them.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Once! The person copied one of my biggest series in portuguese, changed the name of the characters and some physical descriptions but it was basically the same. I asked them to put down, but had to dm some of the site's admin to make sure it was deleted.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes! Once by a friend from the MHA fandom and they encouraged me a lot to write more in english and give it a try. I'm here now so thanks to her!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes! It will never see the light of day though, but my bestie and I created a whole novel about a couple and how the wife slowly got mad and then killed him in the end.
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
Hmm, that's too hard! I have many favorites!
Probably Zelink. LoZ is my old new obsession, it always go back and forth between the games as they are released or as I play again and the animes I'm watching. BotW and TotK gave me so much shipping material I'll be happily reading it until the next game is released.
A close second would be Kyoya/Chrome from KHR. I just love their dynamic, specially when they help each other to grow (and Mukuro being a gremlin jealous older sibling, that's the cherry on top)
15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
A fanfic for the Grand Chase game when I played it. Ryan almost dies when they cross a desert, Ronan is sent to another world and needs to complete some quests to do that (he's my fav alright? I just needed a reason to send him to another world and do quests by himself, maybe question his faith and all that). I wrote maybe 30k? The idea is lovely and taunts me from a distance but I've never come back to writing it
16. What are your writing strengths?
A very good question... I'd say creating AUs. I love world building and leaving small details that have significance for the story later, I think I do an okay job at balacing dialogue and descriptions. My beta says I'm good at leaving crumbles in the story to solve the problem in the end too
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Punctuation in any language! Ugh, I just love commas sooooo much!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
English punctuation doesn't make much sense for me until now! I'm relying heavily on the corrector and trying to read more to see if I can absorb the info.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Inuyasha!
20. Favorite fic you've ever written?
I'm very self indulgent when writing so I like most of them. I'd say the longest time favorite in portuguese is Librarian, a Toshinko fic where Inko is the hero and Toshinori is a librarian she meets because her son is a book geek. In english is A Link in a chain.
Wow, that was a lot! Alright, lemme tag @musical-chan , @arecaceae175 and anyone else interested in doing! :D
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elibean · 1 year ago
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sooooooooooo i binged this entire show + ep 5.5 + chibi shorts + caught up to s2 over like 2 days and i was like “haha yeah this show is entertaining and all, not perfect or anything but it’s fun, I like Lu Guang” to “OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM” in the span of like 24 hours. 
I don’t know Chinese naming conventions, in other words if like you HAVE to write first and last name all the time or how nicknames work, or anything like that. I wanted to drop the “Cheng” and just refer to him as “Xiaoshi” a couple of times because it felt stuffy, but I realized that I don’t think they ever do that in the show? So I just referred to him with his full name every time, haha
This is a little fic of them practicing the chibi dance for the shorts. Lu Guang is whipped: the fic, basically
Anyway here take this. There’s another one coming in 5 minutes lol
              “Absolutely not.”
           “Lu Guaaaaaang!” Cheng Xiaoshi whined. “C’mon! Think of all the customers that it’ll draw in! Besides, it wasn’t even my idea, so you can’t get mad at me!”
           “It’ll draw in plenty of customers without me. You and Qiao Ling have fun.”
           “No, we need our resident pretty boy with us! Plus, it’ll look so much better with three people! Pleeeeaaase?” Cheng Xiaoshi was giving him that look again. Why was it so hard to say no to this boy? Because you love him, his mind unhelpfully provided, which he pointedly chose to ignore.
           So this was how he ended up doing this silly little dance with Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi. Cheng Xiaoshi was surprisingly patient with the ever-clumsy Lu Guang, which was surprising; he was sure he’d be annoyed and make fun of how uncoordinated he is. After practicing for a couple of days over several hours, Qiao Ling and Cheng Xiaoshi had it down perfectly, but the same couldn’t be said for Lu Guang. They were ready to record the promo, but Lu Guang still didn’t have the moves down perfectly. During the break of one of their “super extra special exciting bonus lessons” as Cheng Xiaoshi had decided to call it, between just the two of them, they were sat down as Lu Guang decided to mention they should just do it without him.
           “This is silly. I’m only slowing you two down. Just shoot it without me. If we go ahead with recording it tomorrow, I’m gonna mess up.”
           “Nah, we need you! And it’s fine if you mess up. Makes it feel more real.”
           “…If you say so,” Lu Guang murmurs, too exhausted from practice to argue. A pause. “…Sorry for being so clumsy,” he mutters. Cheng Xiaoshi turns to look at him.
           “It’s all good! If anything…” he begins, then snorts. Lu Guang looks at him, frowning. Cheng Xiaoshi was definitely about to make fun of him again. He began preparing himself to make a clever comeback. “If anything, it’s nice to see that the serious, perfect, flawless Mr. Guang isn’t as perfect as he seems,” he finishes. “Even you have things you suck at,” he says with a smile. Lu Guang feels like he should be offended, but the way Cheng Xiaoshi is looking at him and the way he said it, he can’t help but feel a wave of fondness overtake him.
           “I feel like I just got insulted, but…thanks,” he murmurs. Cheng Xiaoshi laughs, and god Lu Guang loves that sound. He stands up and offers his hand.
           “One more round?” he asks. Lu Guang takes it and lets himself be helped up.
           “One more,” he agrees.
           --
           They end up filming the next day. Cheng Xiaoshi is of course flawless, giving Qiao Ling a run for her money. Lu Guang stumbles a few times and has to look over to Cheng Xiaoshi to remember the moves, but they successfully make it through the dance either way.
           “And…done!” Qiao Ling excitedly chirps, running over to turn off the camera.
           “YES!” Cheng Xiaoshi shouts. Lu Guang turns to him, ready for a high five or something, but is instead surprised by a tackle hug from Cheng Xiaoshi, with a force that almost knocks him over. “We did it!” he exclaims. Lu Guang feels himself blush as he returns the hug.
           “Yeah, but I messed up a few times,” he mumbles, ever the pessimist. Cheng Xiaoshi rolls his eyes, pulling away, and Lu Guang immediately misses the warmth.
           “Shut up, you did great! I’m proud of you, man! Your hard work paid off!” Cheng Xiaoshi says with a grin, ruffling Lu Guang’s hair. The blush deepens, and he can’t look Cheng Xiaoshi in the eyes. How is it so easy for him to rattle off praise like that?
            Qiao Ling takes that moment to come back with the camera. “What’re you two lovebirds talking about?”
           “Lo-lovebirds!?” Cheng Xiaoshi sputters, turning to look at her. Is he blushing too? She rolls her eyes.
           “Anyway, it’s time to celebrate! I’m thinking boba, c’mon!” she exclaims, walking over to Cheng Xiaoshi and grabbing his arm. “Hey!” he exclaims, and extends his arm to reach out to drag Lu Guang along too. Of course Lu Guang lets himself be dragged, of course he doesn’t try to pull away. She and Cheng Xiaoshi start bickering, something about how he should be the one to pick where they go, but Lu Guang drowns it out and just lets himself be pulled along. He feels every point of contact between him and Cheng Xiaoshi, the warmth of his hand on his arm, and can’t help but smile to himself.
           Maybe all the silly dancing was worth it.
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riahlynn101 · 1 year ago
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"Of Heartaches and Headaches: Chapter Twenty-One - Full Circle."
We made it to the end, guys!! Thank you all for supporting this story. It means the world to me <3
And special thanks to @halogenrobotics for editing this story and giving me ideas. I can honestly say I would not have finished this story without you :D!! So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!
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Knock!
Vanessa jolted, looking around frantically. Beside her, arms still wrapped around her midsection, Luis stirred. The TV they left playing was brighter than she remembered.
Sighing, she rubbed at her eyes.
"Bad dream?" Luis muttered, half-asleep. 
"No, I heard a-"
Knock!
Knock!
In an instant, Luis was just as awake as she was. He reached for her. "I think it's coming from the door."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
Luis snickered before leaning in and giving Vanessa a quick peck on the lips. "Cute as always."
Knock!
"Are you expecting anyone?"
"Me?" Vanessa asked, shock evident on her face. 
Luis shrugged, getting to his feet. 
She tried to think of anyone possibly needing anything from her at this time of night (morning? 
Vanessa wasn't 100% percent sure. It was still fairly dark outside, but it was still early spring. And it wasn’t uncommon for her to wake up for her six a.m. morning shifts while the sky was still dark). Nothing came to mind. Her neighbors kept to themselves, and the only person she associated with outside of work was Luis. Well, Luis and-
"Vanessa," Luis whispered excitedly, "Come here." His body was pressed up against the door, eye looking through the peephole. 
"Lu…?" She asked, a little weary. 
He threw open the door, prompting Vanessa to lunge towards him (just in case she was actually dreaming right now, and Vanny was lurking outside. After her earlier nightmare, she didn't feel like leaving things to chance). 
But when the door opened, it wasn’t Vanny or Glitchtrap or any other manner of the terrible beast; she was staring at Evan's wary and tear-stained face. Gregory lay sleeping in his arms. A baby blanket was tucked around him, and his tiny fists were holding tightly to his dad's shirt. 
"Evan?" Vanessa asked, eyeing him up and down. "Is everything alright?"
His bottom lip quivered. He looked at the ground. "I'm sorry for what I said to you," he murmured, voice shaking. "My ex-wife showed me it wasn't your fault."
Vanessa nodded a long, choosing to move past the fact that unless Evan got married and divorced after Maria-he's likely talking about his (very) dead ex-wife. Not that she cared either way. What matters most is…..
"Are you and Gregory okay? Did something happen?" She ushered them inside. Turning to Luis, she murmured, "Can you please get some glasses of water?"
Luis hummed, turning to the kitchen. 
Vanessa helped Evan settle in the living room. He clung to Gregory tightly, stroking his hair. 
"I…I want Gregory to be raised by someone who will truly care for him," Evan said once Luis returned to the living room, two glasses of water in hand. He handed one off to Evan, who politely declined. 
Vanessa nodded along, listening intently. Her heart broke for the man in front of her. 
"And I think….I think that place is…." Evan trailed off, blinking back tears. "I think that place is here with you two."
"What?" She asked, brain short-circuiting. His words washed over her, but Vanessa processed none of them. 
"I've seen how much you both care for him. You love him like he's your own son. That's more than I could ever ask from a stranger. I think it would be in Gregory's best interest if I sign over my rights to you, Vanessa." 
"Oh," she murmured, tears springing to her eyes. "Wow, I- are you sure?"
Evan bowed his head, shoulders wracking with silent sobs. He nodded. "He deserves better than what I can provide. I just wish I could be a part of his-"
Vanessa tsked him, waving her hands frantically in the air. "Stop it; of course, you'll be a part of his life. Neither of us," she said, gesturing towards Luis and her, "would have it any other way. In fact, I encourage it. Gregory's lost enough without losing you, too."
Evan looked up at her, tears still falling from his eyes, but there was an undeniable spark of hope in them that wasn't there before. "Really?"
Vanessa smiled, looking into the red-rimmed eyes of the man who had once called her a monster, "really."
-x-x-x-
In the blink of an eye, spring flew by. New life flourished, and the weather steadily got hotter.
Vanessa headed straight for the cluster of graves underneath a large oak tree. Most of Vanny's victims had never been found, so the town bought a small plot of land in the cemetery to put some gravestones in memory of the younger victims. 
She hadn't wanted to come at first. The thought of staring at the gravestones almost felt like she was admitting to herself it was real. That all the bloodshed and lives lost wasn't just a bad dream. But with all the new changes in her life, Vanessa felt like she needed to visit them (Vanny's victims) if only to close the book on that terrible period in her life. 
"I'm sorry," Vanessa started quietly, unsure how to proceed, "I don't know if any of you can hear me, but I truly am sorry." The flowers she brought hang tightly in her grasp. A large bouquet of white tulips, forget-me-nots, lily of the valleys, and daffodils. 
She bent down, placing one of each flower on every grave (and a few extra piles next to the tree for the victims not represented there). It was hard seeing the years engraved on the tombstones. They were all so young, but she swallowed down her tears, tending to the graves. 
"I know I'll never be able to make it up to any of you, but…" Vanessa stuttered momentarily before taking a deep breath and continuing, "I-I hope you're all resting peacefully. It's the least you deserve after I…" Vanessa paused, feeling something cool touch her shoulder. She had opted for a summer dress with thin sleeves, so she felt the full force of whatever decided to lay their icy cold hands on her. 
"Vanessa," a woman said. Her voice was so familiar it hurt, but it felt just out of Vanessa's reach. "I've been hoping you would visit."
She looked up. A gasp escaped from her mouth. "Dr. Torrez?" 
"Please, you can call me Maria," she chuckled, sitting beside Vanessa. 
They sat in silence for the longest time, side by side. Vanessa idly fidgeted with the yellow fabric of her dress. 
"You know, Vanessa, none of us blame you."
"I killed you. All of you," Vanessa muttered. It was not something she liked to admit, but if there was anyone she wouldn't try to skirt blame to, it was her victims. They deserved better than that. 
"Vanessa," Maria scolded, "You might have been the vessel which he used. Your body might have been the one he used to commit so many atrocities. You, while under his control, might have even enjoyed it. But Vanessa, dear," her voice grew softer. She held Vanessa's face in her hands, a gentle, almost motherly look in her amber eyes (eyes that had haunted Vanessa's every waking moment). "You are not Vanny. You were a victim, and it's okay to admit that. You were no more at fault than the rest of us. The children know it wasn't your fault."
The children. 
It felt real coming from Maria's mouth, final. 
Vanessa stared at her lap, fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. Anything to keep her mind off…them. Distantly, she wondered if they were here as well. Hiding somewhere out of sight.
Maria nudged her arm. “You know,” she started in a leading voice, “I’ve been doing my best to watch over Gregory.”
“You have?” Vanessa asked, sniffling. She glanced over at Maria.
“I have,” she confirmed. “Not that it made much of a difference. There wasn’t a lot I could do for my little boy. Being promoted to ‘dead’ kind of messed things up.”
Vanessa cringed away. “Sorry,” she murmured. (And she was, wholeheartedly). 
Maria laughed. “Don’t be. That’s in the past. I just…” she trails off, voice strained. A few strands of hair fell in front of her face. Gracefully, she tucked the strands behind her ear. “At first, I didn’t even know it was you. I needed someone, anyone, to find Gregory. So many people went past that alley, but not a single one of them spared a passing glance. If you hadn't ...” Maria paused, trying to collect herself.  “I suppose I wanted to say, thank you.”
Vanessa floundered for a moment. “Thank- thank you? You’re thanking me?”
“Yes, thank you,” Maria reiterated. “In spite of the circumstances, you took the best possible care of Gregory. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better.” A gentle smile graced her features. “And…and it would please my heart if you continued caring for him.”
She remained silent, trying to process Maria’s words. 
“It’s okay if you’re not ready. I wouldn’t want to-”
“I can think of nothing I would like more than continuing to be Mama ‘Nessa.” 
Maria hugged her. It chilled Vanessa to her bones, but she pushed past the initial discomfort and hugged back. For once, there weren’t any barriers between them. Not a therapist and a patient, nor a victim and a murder. Just a mother passing her torch to another.
When they pulled away for each other, it was with a new understanding. A shared goal. A vision of seeing Gregory grow up safe and happy.
“I’m so proud of you,” Maria whispered, gently (motherly) holding Vanessa’s face in her hands.
“Mama ‘Nessa!” Gregory called.
With a start, Vanessa’s full attention snapped to where the voice came from. A little ways down the hill, hand-in-hand with Luis, Gregory waits patiently for her. Or as patiently as a four-year-old can be. 
“I’ll be right there!” She called back. Vanessa turned to Maria. “Sorry, but I- where did she go?” Chalking it up to the supernatural, she decided to call it a day. Her family’s waiting for her anyway. 
She met them at the crook of the hill. Luis smiled at her, and Gregory was quick to attach himself to her legs. They tell her in excited voices about a bumble bee that they saw on Luis’ uncle’s grave, and how it was the fattest bumble bee ever. She laughed, lifting Gregory into her arms.
When they finally made it back to the car, Vanessa buckled Gregory in. He smiled sleepily at her, and as Vanessa looked into Gregory's amber eyes, she recalled all that had happened over the past month and the conversation she'd had with Maria. The sins on her shoulders felt lighter for the first time in months. Despite all the heartaches and headaches she had endured, it was worth it in the end.
“I love you,” she murmured, kissing his head. 
“Love you, too, Mama ‘Nessa.”
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lanasblood · 1 year ago
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ANDRA ♥︎
te iubesc. ek het you lief. unë të dua. እወድሻለሁ. أحبك . Ես քեզ սիրում եմ. munsmawa. mən səni sevirəm. maite zaitut. я цябе кахаю. আমিতোমায়ভালোবাসি. volim te. oбичам те. မင်းကိုချစ်တယ်. 我愛你 . t'estimo. gihigugma tika. ndimakukondani. ti tengu caru. miluji tě. jeg elsker dig. ik houd van je. ma armastan sind. melɔ̃ wò. دوستت دارم. au domoni iko. mahal kita. minä rakastan sinua. je t’aime. is breá liom tú. quérote. Მიყვარხარ. ich liebe dich. Σε αγαπώ. rohayhu. mwen renmen ou. aloha wau iā ʻoe. אני אוהב אותך. मैं आपसे प्यार करती हूँ. kuv hlub koj. szeretlek. ég elska þig. a hụrụ m gị n'anya. ay-ayaten ka. aku mencintaimu. ti amo. 愛してます. мен сені жақсы көремін. ខ្ញុំ ស្រលាញ់ អ្នក. ndagukunda. 사랑해요. ez hej te dikim. ຂ້ອຍ ຮັກ ເຈົ້າ. te amo. es mīlu tevi. aš tave myliu. ech hunn dech gär. tiako ianao. saya sayang awak. inħobbok. 我愛你. aroha ana ahau ki a koe. Би чамд хайртай. nimitztlazohtla nimitznequi. ayóó'ánííníshní. म तिमीलाई माया गर्��ु . jeg elsker deg. زه ستا سره مینه لرم. kocham cię. ਮੈਂ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਪਿਆਰ ਕਰਦਾ ਹਾਂ. sin jaalladha. kuyaykim. я тебя люблю. oute alofa ia oe. ke волим те. kea u rata. lúbim ťa. ljubim te. waan ku jeclahay. nakupenda. jag älskar dig. uua here vau ia oe. நான் உன்னை நேசிக்கிறேன். ฉันรักคุณ. ང་ཁྱོད་ལ་དགའ།. oku ou 'ofa au 'ia koe. ndza ku rhandza. seni seviyorum. я тебе люблю. men sizni sevaman. tôi yêu bạn. rwy'n dy garu di. ndiyakuthanda. i love you. nga yawne lu oer.
i can’t thank you enough for your amazing notes, i am in love. special thanks to you for noticing the poem, you’re the first to comment on it (and you googling it made me crack up honestly, but yeah, i’d probably do the same) <3
also publish a book asap so that I can throw money at you. 
NO. I said it first to you... so you do it and i’ll follow, remember? but i love the second half of this comment so much, and i’m still grinning when I write this, because, babe, you know, you don’t need to wait for a published book to throw money at me (and suddenly the urge to become a stripper is back)
awww andra I absolutely loved reading your theories, they're so interesting!! personally, I have a love-hate relationship with amnesia tropes because they always frustrate me as a reader. so, I didn't want to put you through the same experience. the unfamiliarity of the village is indeed because it belongs to another clan (I read that some clans like the tipani have multiple individual villages in different locations within the forest/jungle and I kinda wanted to play with the idea). I intentionally left it open for interpretation, but in my perspective, it was neteyam's brilliant idea to go there at the last minute due to the reader's worsening condition and the shorter distance compared to their own village; I also wanted to hint at the fact that neteyam is well-liked by everyone, including other clan leaders who praise him and speak warmly of him, which is why it only makes sense that he receives help from everyone whenever he needs it. in this scene world-building was a bit struggling since I tried to write it through her eyes (which is probably the main reason of the confusion) but I learned from it and I’ll do a better job at explaining in chapter two. 
I’m back to being confused, and i love it
I hope this confusion regarding that part is resolved after finishing the chapter. in this scene, I tried to emphasize the information asymmetry between neteyam and the reader because they are literally talking past each other, missing crucial pieces of information lollll
THANK YOU SO MUCH ANDRA I LOVE YOU MORE AND YOU ARE LITERALLY THE QUEEN OF MOTIVATION BECAUSE CH. 2 IS ALMOST FINISHED NOW BECAUSE OF YOU!!!
p.s. you figured out the four syllable sentence so quickly wooowwww I’d say I am impressed but you’re andra, of course you’re gonna figure it out 🥴♥️
SKYRACER | neteyam x reader 
pairing: neteyam x f!reader
summary: you love your life, and you love your two best friends, lo’ak and kiri, missing them deeply when they leave for the tulkun season at the eastern sea once a year, leaving you all alone with the rest of the sully’s, including neteyam. as you prepare for another farewell, everything takes an unexpected turn on a fateful night, altering the course of your lives forever.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: mention of blood, (no sweat), and tears, best friend lo’ak (platonic soulmates), lovely supporting friend kiri, tension between neteyam and you, protective neteyam, caring neteyam, angry neteyam, mention of heartbreak from previous relationship, alcohol use and parties, basically the beginning of a love story through melancholy and hardships . 
note: takes place five years after the events of atwow. this is a repost. series masterlist
* gif‘s not mine.
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in the depths of my mind, I kept you hidden,  a treasure too priceless to be revealed,  for your soul is pure, your beauty unbidden,  a rose in the fields, unconquered, unconcealed. 
On the night when it all began, the sky stretched above, clear and serene, while a gentle breeze rustled through the air. The moon, a slender crescent, cast its ethereal glow upon the dense forests of Pandora, drawing intricate shadows upon the tents nestled amidst the towering trees. Its radiance danced upon the still surface of the deserted lake, while the forest itself seemed adorned with a tapestry of fallen leaves and meandering vines.
Your body felt weak, your heartbeat faltered, its rhythm growing feeble, and your pulse felt strangely sluggish. With a heavy sigh escaping your lips, you sank down onto the ground, your trembling hands finding their way to the tangles of your hair. The wind, mischievous in its playful dance, toyed with the fabric of your loincloth and the flowers and feathers that adorned your form, teasing and loosening a single strand from the intricately braided locks that Kiri had graced with delicately handcrafted beads that evening.
With a desperate gesture, you pressed the balls of your hands firmly against your closed eyes, seeking respite from the world. Colors of light and dark swirled in a dizzying dance behind your lids, creating a kaleidoscope of sensations. The sharp pain that had taken residence above your temples intensified, causing another low, pained sigh to escape from your chapped lips as if carrying the weight of your weariness.
You heard your name before you felt his hand on your arm, his knee touched yours and for a brief moment, your heart almost completely stopped. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him yet; your eyes were strangely veiled as if they were watering. “What’s going on?”
There was an uncomfortable metallic taste in your mouth, and you carefully put your hand to your lips, only to discover the crimson evidence of blood trickling on your lips from your nose. Images of that night were difficult to push aside anyway, but in connection with the headache, it was almost impossible to suppress the onslaught of memories. 
You cursed under your breath, your voice cracked and feeble, as you looked up at Lo'ak with an awkward expression.
“Bro—” Lo'ak’s voice trailed off as his eyebrows shot up, his gaze shifting to the blood on your hand and then on your face. Swiftly, he retrieved a cloth that was secured to his side near his hunting knife. “Take this, it’s clean. I only used it to polish my knife.”
Gratefully, you accepted the cloth and pressed it against your nose to stem the bleeding.
“You need to see Tsahìk,” he said softly, his eyes fixed on your profile.
“That's—” you began to protest, but the pain cut through your words. It hit you suddenly and with greater intensity than before, almost violently, leaving you gasping for breath. You attempted to stand, but your knees gave way, and you slumped down. Lo'ak struggled to keep you upright, his arms straining to support you.
“You have to see Tsahìk,” he repeated, and you could only weakly shake your head. Blood trickled down your chin in thin lines, dripping onto the edge of your upper piece, leaving dark-red stains on the feathers. “You’ve been feeling unwell all evening. I’m worried about you.”
That’s how he was, Lo'ak Sully. Caring and considerate, not towards everyone, actually towards no one, but towards a selected few, including you. Instead of enjoying the celebration held in his honor, he had barely left your side throughout the evening. Even now, he preferred sitting with you rather than accepting another drinking challenge. In two days, he would embark on another journey to the Eastern Sea as the Tulkun Season was about to begin, and you wouldn’t be able to see him for a long, long time. Actually, you should be grateful; missing him would only be temporary, and you would have something to look forward to. Five years ago, when you thought you would never see the Sully’s again, it looked quite different. Back then, external circumstances had forced them to leave your clan and seek shelter far away in the East, leaving you with a void deep inside you. Fortunately, those external circumstances had been resolved by now, and Lo'ak, he was both Omatikaya and Metkayina now, being the bridge between the two clans, with the tattoo on his side below his cummerbund serving as proof. You were very proud of him and loved listening to his stories about his other friends and adventures. However, the farewell was close, meaning until his return in six moons, you would miss him, so much. 
“You’re drunk,” you managed to say with difficulty. Speaking was incredibly hard for you, and the words felt fragile on your lips. “The village is over an hour away. And I won’t let you fly; I’d rather die a wretched death out here.”
“As charming as ever,” Lo'ak muttered but secretly agreed. “Y/n, I… Can you stand up?” Of course, you couldn’t. He presumably realized that in the next moment. “I’m going to quickly run back to the party, and you’ll wait for me to return, okay? I’ll hurry, I promise. Do you understand me?”
Your nod came seconds too late; he had already headed back toward the direction of loud music and youthful laughter. The vibrations reached the ground, shaking the earth beneath you. You could faintly hear Kiri’s laughter as someone played the blue flute in the background. The spots danced before your eyes without you having to close them, and while the pain in your temples had eased, every sudden movement felt like your skull was about to explode.
A small group of young Na'vi passed by on the other side, maybe ten meters away from you, laughing and drinking while heading straight into the forest, but without noticing you; two couples, maybe a year or two older than you, with their hands clasped and bottles sharing.
The following thought brought a crooked smile to your lips and, inexplicably, tears to your eyes. But it was true. Pathetic as it may seem at first glance, all you wanted was to be truly loved, to have your mate by your side; a man with a strong heart who would love you like Jake loved Neytiri, who would call you beautiful even in the mornings when you woke up with messy hair and a puffy face; who would create a safe haven in his arms, where you could be vulnerable and share your deepest secrets; who would make you laugh with his infectious sense of humor, turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories; who would hold your heart in his hands and cherished it as if it were his own, loving you unconditionally, flaws and all, reminding you that you are enough. Sometimes, more than anything, you wished for that to happen. And on those days, even Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan seemed somewhat attractive with his fleeting, almost coy smile directed towards yet another girl.
Another girl, yes. By now you were convinced that not just the girls but your whole clan had developed a crush, no matter how tiny or big, on the golden boy, and he liked that, of course, he did, he loved the attention and praise from almost anyone; almost, leaving you to possibly be the only person in the whole village who he wouldn’t willingly exchange a word with. Not that you minded, on the contrary, you’d never gotten along with Neteyam since you were kids and you knew that it was mutual. 
It wasn’t that you had never been in love before, experiencing the euphoria and joy of a promising and fulfilling future ahead. But once your heart had been shattered, it became challenging for you to trust in someone else’s words, no matter how beautifully spoken. This is why stepping out of your comfort zone felt incredibly difficult for you.
“We’re back,” Lo'ak’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and as he helped you up, you realized who we referred to. Indeed, Neteyam Sully stood before you, holding the saddle for his ikran, and looked down at you, almost with a hint of pity.
“Why him of all people?” you grumbled, giving Lo'ak a weary glance. You felt like tears were ready to spill at any moment. “What about Kiri?”
“I didn’t want to interrupt Kiri in her debate on equality versus equity against that flute guy. Plus, Neteyam is probably the only one around here who isn’t too drunk to fly.”
“No one?” you exclaimed, unable to hide your disbelief. However, before you could receive a proper answer, Neteyam himself lifted you onto his ikran, who rested a few meters away beneath the canopy of flower trees, alongside the other majestic creatures. With a swift motion that would typically have prompted an eye roll of annoyance — your current state sadly left no room for such sentiments — he positioned himself right behind you, his presence uncomfortably close, your thighs almost touching. He gently patted his ikran on the head to greet her, before he encircled your waist with his arms in a way that made your back lean onto his torso. And then, with a profound connection, he established a swaheylu bond with his ikran.
“Hold on tight,” he whispered to you and nodded toward a slightly lost-looking Lo'ak behind your shoulder. His voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he continued. “I may not be fond of you, but I really don’t want to bear the responsibility for your death. Got it?”
That night was the moment when you first grasped the gravity of the situation, realizing that it was indeed something serious.
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When Neteyam, as carefully and gently as he could, lifted you off his ikran right in front of a village that seemed unfamiliar to you and carried you with quick, firm steps into one of the tents in his arms, the night air suddenly seemed terribly cold and biting, and you realized you weren’t home. All the words on your lips vanished into the darkness, and you seemed even too weak to cry.
He whispered reassuring words to you, told you he had to bring you to the nearest village he could find, looked at you with so much concern in his eyes that you were sure you were hallucinating, asked you to try and stay awake as long as you could, but as soon as you had entered the tent, everything seemed to flow into a single moment. After Neteyam formally introduced himself, an elderly woman with red feathers in her hair told him to carry you right after her, anything else would have been a waste of time. She asked him a lot; your name, your age, what had happened that evening, whether anything like that had happened before.
You were almost surprised at how collected he was and how many of the questions he was able to answer so quickly, but actually it was only logical – he also spent as much time with Lo'ak as you did, so you, too, couldn’t help but learn a lot about the oh-so-legendary Neteyam Sully. As if that mattered.
Inside the tent, there was an unusual calmness, contrary to your expectations. In your own clan, Tsahìk’s tent was always bustling with activity, filled with people seeking healing or simply enjoying each other’s company. But in this clan, it felt different. It was quieter, almost serene, yet it carried an air of solitude. You couldn’t help but notice a middle-aged man seated on one of the mats, his head buried in his hands as if he were anxiously awaiting something. Or someone. Next to him, a little girl lay with a peaceful face, seemingly asleep.
You really had no clue why this man of all people was stuck in your mind so clearly – this inconspicuous man, the only steadfast memory of that night. 
The night when it all began.
The last thing you felt was Neteyam’s hand on yours. Then everything went black and the only thing that remained was the picture of golden eyes and the man in the healing tent.
Vawm na txon. As dark as the night.
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When you felt his fingertips on your wrist, you involuntarily winced and looked up. “Hey, Lo'ak,” you muttered, and he immediately pulled you into a gentle hug and kissed your hairline. His voice sounded hoarse and rough and the bittersweet smell of sweet yovo fruit mixed with a bit of salt hung on his skin; and heaven, you would have loved to never let go of him again. 
For a moment he just looked at you in silence and frowned before he sat across from you on the grass. Lo'ak started to say something, but his voice failed and a low sigh caught in the air around you. 
“You look tired.” You almost laughed, and it didn’t even feel wrong. You look tired. Tuk had said the same thing earlier that morning while sitting in front of her herbal tea and half of Neytiri’s infamous sari seed bread. She had preferred eating her morning meal in her grandmother’s tent, because you were there too, not for relaxation, but to drink the disgusting mixture Mo'at prepared for you every single morning for the last three moons. Uttering those words, Tuk had even cast the same concerned look at you, with the same worried expression on her freckled, delicate face, just like her older brother was doing now, and it had almost broken your heart.
“I didn’t sleep well last night, that’s all.”
When he said your name, admonishing with a sigh, his voice quivered, teetering on the edge of concern, before he hesitantly continued, “Are you… okay?“ 
His unspoken words hung heavy in the air, etched upon his countenance. You could see the unvoiced questions etching lines of worry upon his face, ’In the past few moons you haven’t gotten back to me or anyone else, nor did you answer a single radio call, I tried to reach out to you several times, but you ignored me, you never asked to speak to me, and when my family sent you my greetings you just smiled and made promises that you never intended to keep, nothing.’ yet they remained trapped within the confines of his sealed lips. The restrained inquiry and underlying disappointment were palpable, like a suppressed ache that threatened to consume him; and deep down, you knew his effort to withhold his concerns only magnified your own pain, intensifying the weight of his unspoken concerns.
"You’re my best friend,” he finally just said and ran his hand through his already chaotic braids. 
At the same moment, out of pure impulse, you brushed a tangled strand of hair from your face. You had already heard last week that Lo'ak and Kiri would return early to transport some rations from here to Awa'atlu, thanks to Max and Norm who had decided to expand their labs to the Eastern Sea. At the same time, you didn’t want to get too excited because they would only stay for a maximum of one week before being away for three more moons. Nevertheless, you had missed him. Every day since that party and their department two days later, you had thought of the moment he and Kiri left for the Eastern Sea, how he had briefly refused to leave until you were feeling better, how hard it was for you and his parents to convince him that everything was alright; how Lo'ak had promised to check in on you over the radio every evening just before the eclipse, how he had kept his promise, but you hadn’t, and how you were contemplating telling him what had happened in those three months since he was gone, too anxious of his reaction; even more than the one time you had to make an important decision almost ten cycles ago:
“Why is he so mean? His radio code name is Pathfinder, and he has the audacity to criticize mine? He called me Plain Grandma, can you believe that!?”
“He also called you Slow Vipertail which is far worse in my eyes,” Lo'ak had commented dryly.
“Shut up, Eagle Eye!” you had crossed your arms in front of your chest, pouting, “What is so bad about Stargirl?”
“No offense but it couldn’t be any girlier." 
"Well, I am a girl.”
“But do you want the enemy to know that?" 
"I thought our frequency was secure?”
“You never know with them.” When you had continued to pout, Lo'ak had nudged you encouragingly with his elbow, “Come on, you can be Silent Thunder if you like.”
“Isn’t that what you call your farts?” Kiri, who had remained completely silent during your discussion, was the one who had made that comment. You had made a disgusted face in response.
“Okaaay,” Lo'ak had groaned, “Then be anything but Stargirl, Eywa, just choose something or I’ll do it for you. Remember, your code name sticks with you forever.”
In the end, the discussion had dragged on for so long that during the evening meal, the two of you had managed to irritate every clan member within a two-meter radius. Jake had taken it upon himself to bring it to a close and gave you your personal radio code name, which you cherished to this day. Not because it had come from your former Olo'eyktan, but from a person you loved and respected like your own father; it was more than an honor to you.
You looked at him now, at Jake’s identical copy, a bittersweet smile forming at the corners of your mouth, tinged with nostalgia. His eyes were like the early sun rays that morning at Tsahìk’s tent; two orbs of amber with irregular, whitish spots of cream – strange that this, of all things, crossed your mind at that second. 
“Eagle Eye to Skyracer,” he playfully nudged your knee in an attempt to lighten the mood, “Come on, tell me why you avoid me.”
And then, then you said it out loud; a single little sentence of four syllables, and his once sunlight-radiating eyes were covered by lids streaked with fine, pale blue veins, holding a glimmer of melancholy, like a fading sunset.
“Please, no,” he whispered, his voice filled with sadness, as you sought comfort in the embrace of his arms, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Salty tears mingled with your lips as you clung to each other, his fingers interlacing with yours, a desperate grip that turned his knuckles almost white, the weight of the impending fate pressed upon you both.
As the realization settled within him, Lo'ak let go of you and collapsed onto the grass, his shoulders shaking with uncontrollable sobs and trembling with the intensity of his emotions. You immediately wrapped your arms around him again, wanting to share his emotions, knowing that this pain was as much his as it was yours, while the air around you seemed heavy with helplessness as the two of you sat there, engulfed in the depths of your shared pain. 
“No!” he cried out all of a sudden, his voice choked on his tears. Saliva glistened on his quivering lips, his breath was ragged and uneven; and his eyes, bloodshot and filled with more unshed tears, refused to accept the harsh reality you just told him.
“Why? Why you?” Lo'ak’s voice cracked as the words escaped through clenched teeth. His fists clenched tightly, nails digging into the ground beneath you, as if trying to anchor himself to the pain, refusing to accept the meaning behind your words. His tears mingled with yours as you still held him close, feeling his agony reverberate through your own heart.
Lo'ak’s voice was laced with raw fury. “This can’t be happening! It’s not fair!”
The wind whispered through the grass, carrying the echoes of his anguish across the desolate landscape, but leaving his voice hanging in the air. The setting sun, a silent witness to the unraveling of two intertwined souls, cast its pale light upon the scene, casting long shadows around you.
Lo'ak’s emotions gave way to desperate pleas, his voice cracking with desperation. “Please, there must be a way. I’ll talk to my dad, he… he can…” he choked on his tears once more, “Anything. I’ll give anything.”
You stroked his trembling cheek, tears flowing freely down your own face. “I know you would. But sometimes, there are forces beyond our control, Lo'ak, I need you to understand that.”
Lo'ak’s resistance crumbled, his body sinking into a heap of devastation. His nose ran, mingling with the tears streaming down his face. He clung to you, a lifeline in the midst of a tempestuous sea, refusing to let go even as the waves crashed around him.
The evening wore on, its grey hue mirroring the somberness of your hearts. There were no words that could ease the ache or undo the cruel fate, so, you remained there, seeking comfort in the silence, finding comfort in each other’s arms for you drew strength from one another, offering support amidst the overwhelming feelings that engulfed you. 
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The next day, as the sun bathed the forest in a golden glow, you were sitting near the quiet stream by yourself, keeping yourself distracted and enjoying the gentle tickle of water, when you heard footsteps growing louder as someone approached you. You turned around, a calm expression masking the inner storm within you, just to see Neteyam, his expression hardened with determination
Your eyes met his, and you could see anger, confusion, and concern in his gaze all at once, catching you completely off-guard; it was strange that he sought you out in the first place, and then seeing him so… emotional, that was a first. 
He stood tall before you, the sun at his back, giving him an angelic glow that he surely didn’t deserve, and it was ironic, too, given his angry pout that you were sure Lo'ak would’ve made fun of if he was here. 
Neteyam’s voice was laced with a tinge of bitterness when he spoke, “You’ve broken my brother’s heart. What did you do to him?”
“You already have your answer, apparently I’ve broken his heart,” you said sarcastically to which he scoffed. You remained composed, refusing to allow his words to rattle you, and your voice carried a hint of indifference as you added, “Trust me, I haven’t done and wouldn’t ever do anything to intentionally hurt Lo'ak.”
Neteyam’s nostrils flared as frustration mingled with his anger. The man, normally composed, couldn’t be further away from that in that very moment, when he took a deliberate step closer, his gaze locking with yours. “Don’t play innocent with me. You must’ve betrayed him in some way.”
“Betrayal requires intent, Neteyam,” You held his gaze, unyielding in the face of his accusations, “Whatever you think I’ve done, it wasn’t with the purpose of hurting Lo'ak.”
Neteyam’s anger wavered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. His brow furrowed as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Then why? Why is he crying and suffering if it wasn’t your doing? What could have caused this?”
A bittersweet smile graced your lips as you shook your head gently. 
“It’s true, isn’t it? What Ivät said at training this mor—”
“Don’t say his name,” you warned, your voice carrying a deep, growling tone from the back of your throat.
Neteyam’s anger softened, replaced by curiosity and even a sense of empathy. Though skepticism still lingered in his voice, genuine concern emerged, “But why? Why would you go back to him? He should be exiled but here you are, running back to him after everything he’s done to you.”
“Tell me again why any of this matters to you?” you questioned.
“Lo'ak cares for you, deeply. I care for him, deeply. That means everything you do eventually affects me,” Neteyam explained, attempting to convey the weight of his words. “Understand that your actions have consequences for everyone around you.”
“I’m not having this conversation with you right now,” you declared sighing, walking past him with determined steps.
“Just tell your parents you don’t want to,” he shouted after you, “I can… My family could support you, you know. You don’t have to do anything against your will.”
“Well,” you turned around, snapping at him, “you can’t fight against fate, can you?”
There was a brief pause as Neteyam absorbed your words, realization slowly dawning on him that there might be more to the situation than he initially believed. His eyes darkened, and his nails dug into his palms as he struggled to control his emotions, “You can try.”
You let out an ironic huff, shaking your head slightly and biting your inner cheek to prevent a sarcastic comment from slipping out.
“I am not your enemy,” he continued in a softer tone, seeking your eyes, “I’m only here trying to help you, yet you—”
“That, Neteyam, is not my concern,” you interrupted him harshly. You met his gaze finally, the weight of unspoken truths hanging in the air between you. “I never asked for your help, nor do I need it. If you truly care about your brother, perhaps you should be there for him and ask him directly how you can help him instead of mingling with my private life and assuming the worst of me.”
With that, you turned back around and kept walking away with determined steps, leaving Neteyam standing by the stream alone with his swirling thoughts, but you couldn’t deny the flicker of vulnerability within you as a twinge of guilt tugged at your conscience for the way you had treated the only person who had recently saved your life, accompanied by a sense of regret for your harsh words, realizing that you had never even thanked him.
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A few hours later, you were sitting on the wooden floor in your family’s tent; leaning your head against the slightly dirty rolled-up rug near the entry and pulling your knees so close to your body that the hem of your loincloth slipped a long way down your thigh. The evening had long since settled over the landscapes, and it was now dark outside. In your hands, you were holding a handcrafted mug with still steaming herbal tea that Kiri had brought you a few minutes earlier, and you clutched it so tight that your knuckles were clearly visible on your skin. 
Kiri was now sitting at the opposite side of you next to your hammock as she thoughtfully twisted the hem of her loincloth between her fingers, like she always did when she didn’t know what to say, before deciding to leave the fabric alone. 
“Now tell me, what’s going on?” You sighed softly and something in your friend’s gaze brought tears to your eyes, but you didn’t want to cry, not again. You liked Kiri a lot, she was the girl you were closest friends with, in the entire clan, but you hated to refer to her as ‘best friend’, although, strictly speaking, she was. You liked Kiri actually so much that you couldn’t do it to her. Not after seeing what it had done to Lo'ak. You couldn’t bear to see two broken souls within a day. But your previous encounter with Neteyam had taught you something: you had to be the one whom they heard the news of, not someone else, let alone a stranger. It had to be you. That much you owed them at least. And yet, it was so difficult.
“Everything’s fine. Really.” A weak smile crept on your face involuntarily, while you took a sip of your tea. “Come on, Kiri. Don’t be stupid, you’re missing out on the evening meal.”
“You as well.”
“I’m not hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.” You sat up straight and leaned one leg over the other so you could look directly at Kiri. There was something in her gaze between concern and helplessness, but you could only vaguely make it out. She bit her lower lip lightly before continuing. “I met Lo'ak earlier, he looked… he really didn’t look good, and he seemed kind of absent.”
“He’s probably missing Tsireya already.”
“He said I’d better talk to you about it.”
You kept quiet at that, unsure how to respond.
“You know, Neteyam said that you-know-who goes around saying… that he has approached your parents, seeking their approval to court you once again? Is that true?”
“Yes,” you answered without any emotion in your voice.
“But there is something else that saddens you.”
You lifted your shoulders slightly, just a tiny bit, and you already felt the tears threaten to fall down your eyelashes. You ran the back of your hand over your face, exhaled shakily, and pressed your lips together, but the first sob stumbled over your lips before you could have done anything about it. 
You muttered a curse word, and it took you a moment to pull yourself together. “I’m sorry, Kiri. I am so incredibly sorry.” The tears ran down your cheeks unsteadily, and dripped onto the feathers on your chest, leaving behind light stains that faded a heartbeat later. “So far only my parents know, and probably yours, too, along with Tsahìk, of course. And Lo'ak, he knows, too. The others will find out when it can no longer be avoided, and… and this moment, it will come, but… you really cannot tell anyone, Kiri.”
Kiri stared at you blankly, a single hair strand had come off her bun and fell over her shoulder in a slight wave. She was afraid. You were too. You sniffed softly and looked down, just a brief moment before you pulled yourself together and looked up at her.
“I am dying, Kiri, and there is no cure.”
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so basically, my first upload kinda flopped and I’m trying to find out the reason why, whether it’s my writing, the topic of the story (which I can understand since it’s not everyone’s cup of tea), or if it’s the algorithm. if you like this piece of writing, please let me know through your interaction 💕
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serpentlynn · 5 years ago
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HOLY SHIT IS THAT [ BLAKE JENNER ]?! Oh, wait it’s just [ RYDER LYNN ]. Damn, [ HE/HIM ] looks good for [ 24 ], good thing that they’re [ BISEXUAL ], I might have a chance. I hear that they call them the [ GOOFBALL ] of the [ SOUTHSIDE ]. I guess that’s because they’re [ ROMANTIC ] and [ GENUINE ]. But I don’t think a lot of people know that they’re also [ GULLIBLE ] and [ OVERDRAMATIC ]. Can’t wait to see what kind of trouble [ LOGAN/25/CST/TRANSPHOBIA ] will bring.
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01.  BASICS
Full Name: Ryder Alexander Lynn
Nickname: Ry
Sex/Gender: Cis Male
Birthday: March 16, 1995
Age: 24
Astrological Sign: Pisces 
Occupation: Works at the Twilight Drive In
Spoken Languages: English
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthplace: Southside of Riverdale
Relationship status: Single
02. PHYSICAL TRAITS
Hair Color/Style: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Face Claim: Blake Jenner
Height: 6′1
Weight: 168 lbs
Tattoos: Serpent tattoo on his upper arm
Piercings: None
Unique Attributes: Birthmark on his shoulder
Defining Gestures/Movements: He’s constantly moving in one way or another
Posture: Okay, certainly not winning any awards but it’s good
03. PERSONALITY TRAITS
Pet Peeves: People talking during movies, liars/unreliable people, negative people
Hobbies/Interests: Drums 
Special Skills/Abilities:
Likes: Comics, superheroes, pineapples on pizza, Scooby Doo
Dislikes: Wearing socks, hockey
Insecurities: Though it’s better than it used to be, he still gets insecure about his dyslexia sometimes
Quirks/Eccentricities: Over the top
Strengths: Optimistic, kind hearted
Weaknesses: Dyslexic, disorganized 
Speaking Style: Casual
Temperament: Over excited
04. FAMILY & HOME
Immediate Family: Frank Lynn (Father), Peggy Lynn (Mother)
How do they feel about their family? He loves them very much
How does their family feel about them? They will do what they can to make sure their son has a good life
Pets: None
Where do they live? A trailer in Sunnyside
Description of their home: It’s not huge but it’s good enough for his family
Description of their bedroom: Disorganized
05. THIS OR THAT
Introvert or Extrovert?
Optimist or Pessimist?
Leader or Follower?
Confident or Self-Conscious?
Cautious or Careless?
Religious or Secular?
Passionate or Apathetic?
Book Smarts or Street Smarts?
Compliments or Insults?
Pajamas or Lingerie?
06. FAVORITES
Favorite Color: Orange
Favorite Clothing Style/Outfit: Ryder has a very casual style, jeans, t-shirts, hoodies, whatever’s comfortable
Favorite Bands/Songs/Type of Music: He likes classic rock the most but he’s pretty open to anything
Favorite Movies: Due to his parents owning the Twilight Drive In, he loves movies. Superhero/Action movies, animated movies, thriller movies, he loves getting sucked into the story
Favorite Books: He doesn’t really do a lot of reading but he likes comics
Favorite Foods/Drinks: Soda, 100%. He likes Dr. Pepper the most but he’s pretty much addicted to soda
Favorite Sports/Sports Teams: Football, but he likes basketball enough
Favorite Time of Day: Afternoon
Favorite Weather/Season: Fall
Favorite Animal: Lion
07. MISCELLANEOUS
Fears/Superstitions: He believes in all kinds of paranormal stuff, ghosts, aliens, Bigfoot, if someone says it doesn’t exist, chances are Ryder thinks it does
Political Views: Liberal
Addictions: None
Best School Subject: He wasn’t really good at most of them, so he’d probably say gym
Worst School Subject: English was by far his worst one
School Clubs/Sports: He was in the Glee club
How does he get money? Working at the Twilight Drive In
How is he with technology? Pretty decent
08. PAST & FUTURE
Fondest Memory: When he got his first A on a test
Deepest, Darkest Secret: When he was eleven he was molested by his babysitter and has a harder time opening up and trusting girls as a result.
Dream Vacation: He really wants to go to Los Angeles
Best thing that has ever happened to this character: Finding out that he has dyslexia, while he isn’t huge on it, it at least helped explain why he was always having trouble in school
Worst thing that has ever happened to this character: Besides his babysitter, probably when he couldn’t make it into college. Even though he knew chances were low, he still wanted to go
What do they want to be when they grow up? He really doesn’t know. He likes a lot of different things but has a hard time sticking to one to pursue
Perfect Date: Going on a walk around town and eating dinner, he really doesn’t need too much.
09. HEADCANONS
Ryder always had trouble in school, he’d study for hours on end and still end up with B’s as his absolute highest, it was only after confiding in a friend in third grade that he had trouble reading and that friend told a teacher did he see a specialist and find out he has dyslexia. Which was a fact he didn’t disclose to many for a while until he got more comfortable with it. Though it still is a challenge for him sometimes and he doesn’t like to talk about it often.
Another challenge for Ryder is trusting people. Girls specifically. When he was eleven years old, his parents were out of town and he had a babysitter who walked in on him in the shower. After she went home and his parents came back, he never told anyone about it, but he does think it did something to him and caused his trust issues.
He got his Serpent tattoo and was officially a Serpent when he was 16, and he’s enjoyed it for the most part. They aren’t as crazy as the Ghoulies or anything and he’s very loyal to them. If anyone was to learn something about him, it’s likely to be one of his fellow snakes before anyone else.
Ryder went to high school on the Northside, it had better programs for dyslexic kids than on the Southside and his parents wanted him to get through school the best he can, and it went really well. He joined Glee, made some friends, almost thought he was going to get into college, but the last part didn’t happen. His grades were better since he was getting help with his dyslexia, but not good enough to get into any colleges.
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lilianlay · 3 years ago
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Little ticklish bad demon
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Hi everyone^^ This is my first fic and I hope you enjoy it! Hugs to all and happy reading
Summary: Mammon has a nightmare and Lucifer helps him feel better
Warning: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like this, don't read it^^
Special thanks: @fresh-thomato ❤️
Words: 2332
Lucifer and kid Mammon (Platonic)
"Yes, of course Diavolo. I'm almost done with the reports"
Lucifer was on the phone with the prince, making the 20th circle around his room.
"It's okay, really. You decided to take care of my regime some more, hehe. I'll go to bed soon, I promise. Ah... so it's an order," - he held in his chuckle. "Well, since this is an order, as you say My Lord"
He smiled hearing Diavolo's laughter. Then suddenly, he heard knocking.
"Wait a second, someone is at the door," - he said and quickly went to open them, revealing small, white-haired boy standing outside...
"Mammon?" - Lucifer got a little surprised his brother was still awake.
Mammon was just starring at him silently for a few seconds, until Lucifer finally sighed.
"Come in," - he stepped aside and brought the phone to his ear again. "I'll call you back, okay? Great, bye." - And put down his D.D.D. on the table.
"A-am I interrupting anything important?" - the boy asked quietly.
"No. I've already finished." - Lucifer came closer and knealed down in front of him. "Now... tell me what happened?"
The white-haired kid looked away quickly then covered his eyes with his hands.
Lucifer sighed and gently lifted the youngster's chin. As soon as he saw his baby brother's eyes, he felt his heart sinking...
"Mammon, what happened? Were you crying?" - he brushed the kid's hair away from his forehead.
"Nothing...no, I was not..." - sniffed Mammon and rubbed his puffy eyes.
Lucifer sighed again and took the youngster's hand.
"I can see perfectly well that something is wrong. You know you can tell me anything and I will try to help." - he smiled at Mammon.
The kid pulled his hand away from elder's grip and wet marks appeared on his cheeks.
"I was scared," - the Avatar of Greed whimpered softly. "But I'm not a little boy anymore and I have to behave like an adult! Like you."
Lucifer was pleased with his words, even though Mammon actually still was a little boy. He pulled his little brother closer and sat him on his lap.
"I h-had a n-nightmare..." - Mammon continued very quietly. "...and it woke me up." - it was clear he didn't want to talk about this, "I thought I could fall asleep very quickly, but nothing came of it." - he hid in the elder's chest.
The Avatar of Pride hugged his brother and began stroking his head.
"You've grown a lot." - he whispered.
"But I was scared..." - came Mammon's muffled response.
"Admitting you were scared and confessing about your nightmare was an adult act," - he stroked Mammon's back. "Well done. Not every adult is capable of this."
"Re-really?"
"Yes, I'm proud of you." - he pressed Mammon closer to his chest.
"Lu-Lucifer, I ca-can't breathe..." - he felt the boy squirmed in his arms trying to break free.
"Sorry." - Lucifer grinned.
"Would you be able to admit you had a nightmare?" - the Avatar of Greed asked curiously.
"Hmm... I... don't think so," he chuckled hearing Mammon's WOW. "Apparently, sometimes you are more mature even than me." - he laughed and stroked his baby brother's head.
"How do you feel?"
"Much better, thanks!"
"You're welcome." - Lucifer felt Mammon's hugging him and hugged him back. "Well then...now sleep?"
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" - the boy asked and immediately looked down making the Avatar of Pride grinned.
"Get on the bed." - he patted Mammon's head and watched him jump on the bed and lay down in a starfish pose.
"Lucifer, I don’t want to sleep..." - the kid whined making his brother sighed again.
"Where do you get that all energy from?" - he flopped down next to him.
Mammon giggled and sat down on Lucifer's stomach.
"Let's play!"
"Mammon, it's late. And all good demons should be asleep by now."
"What if I'm not good? " - the little demon crossed his arms acting like a brat.
Lucifer smirked and looked at him intently. That was enough for Mammon to understand he went too far. The boy yelped and tried to get off his brother, but Lucifer was faster.
"And, where are you going?"
"S-sleep!"
"Are you now? Hmmm... I somehow doubt it. So...since you are such a bad little demon who refuses to sleep at night I think he should pay you a visit to teach you a lesson..."
"Who? "
Lucifer wiggled his fingers at his baby brother to make him gasped in realisation.
"The..." a small pause. "Tickle Monster!" he immediately attacked youngster's sides.
Mammon screamed and tried to break free once again.
"Lucihihihifeheheher nohohohooo"
"Who is Lucifer? I don’t know him." - teased the "Tickle Monster" and lifted boy's shirt. He wiggled his fingers next to his tummy.
"Ehehehehe nohohoho plehehease" Mammon covered his mouth with his hands.
"You deserved it~" - the" Monster" whispered and he tickled the baby demon's lower belly.
"Hehehehe, It's nohohot fahahair, yohohou're strohohonger thahahan me" - Mammon grabbed the assaulting hand, but couldn't pull it away.
"That's the way it should be." - said the " Monster" and leaned closer to his exposed tummy.
"What are you-NOHOHOHOO" - little Greed shouted as soon as Lucifer pressed his lips against his skin and blew sharply.
"ANYHEHEthihihiNG BUHAHAHAT THAHAHAT" - he screeched.
"Shall we change the spot?" - and without waiting for an answer, the "Monster" began to gently bite the boy's soft side with his pointed teeth.
"HaHAHAHAHA, dohohohhn't bihihite"
"Hehe, what is it? This little bad demon can’t stand it? " - "Monster" teased.
Mammon blushed and covered his face with his hands.
"No hiding~" - he grabbed the boy's arms and raised them above his head flushing him a grin.
"Lu-Lucifer, p-please, just not there..." Mammon looked at him with a puppy eyes.
"It doesn't work on me, little brother." - Lucifer dropped his monster act and smiled at little demon. He quickly ran one finger along the Greed's armpit making
Mammon squeak and bite his lower lip.
"We both know this is your worst spot. And that means a reaction is guaranteed," - he ran all five fingers across the defenseless opened armpit.
Mammon shrieked and went into uncontrollable laughter.
"LUAHAHAHAHAHCIFEHEHR PLEHEHEHASE I CAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAN’T"
"But you're a strong bad demon."
"HAHAHA" - Mammon threw back his head and snorted in a funny way.
Lucifer couldn't help but chuckled at that.
"You're so cute..."
"IAHAHAHHM NOHOHOHOT! AHAHHAND DOHOHOHHON’T LAHAHAUGH AHAHAT MEHEHE" - another snort escaped his mouth.
"It’s very difficult, little piggy~" - he teased making Mammon's laughter nearly hysterical.
"DOHOHOHOHM’T CAHAHAHLL MEHEHE THAHAHT!"
"By the way, you haven’t told me to stop yet... Hmm, do you really like it?" - Lucifer asked slyly.
"NOHOHOHOOHO, I DOHOHON’T LIHIHIHIKE IT!"
"I don’t believe you~ So... I haven't played with your little feet yet. Need to catch up." - he stopped the tickles to let his baby brother catch his breath.
"P-please, I can’t..." - Mammon was lying on the bed and breathing heavily.
"We're almost done." - he grabbed Mammon's small bare foot.
"No! Don't!!" - the Avatar of Greed shouted and tried to sit up to grab his brother's hands, but Lucifer gently pushed him back on the mattres.
"I said we weren't done yet."
"Lucifer, I promise I will go to sleep..." - he tried to beg.
"You should have done that in the first place," - he slowly ran one finger up and down the youngster's foot.
"Nohohoho" - Mammon tried to break free by pulling at his leg.
"Already so ticklish? But it's only one finger." - Lucifer chuckled and added another finger.
"It tihihickles sohohoho muhahahah" - squeaked Mammon.
"I know. It's what you deserve."
"Nohohohoho plehehehase" - little Greed began to kick his brother's thigh with his free foot, but it quickly joined the other on Lucifer's lap.
"NOOOOO!!"
"You want me to tickle the other foot too so badly? Okay." - he quickly scribbled his fingers all over his baby brother's defenseless feet.
"No no no NO NOOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHASE" - Mammon screamed and began to squirm again trying to break free.
"You are not leaving until I let you." - Lucifer smiled and grabbed his pinky toe. "Hmm, what about a little game?" - He teased and wiggle his baby brother's toe "This little demon slept all day~"
"Ohoho no please dohohon’t!" - Mammon tried to curl his toes but couldn't make it.
"This little demon ate a lot." - Lucifer wiggled another toe.
"I will really go to sleep, just stop!" - he covered his face with his hands peeking at his older brother's hands through his fingers.
Lucifer only chuckled and grabbed the next toe.
"This little demon was choosing the best outfit from his wardrobe... - he chuckled again ...but we both know that all of his outfits are the best."
Mammon also chuckled softly thinking about Asmo.
"So, we agree. This little demon was reading books for his kitten friends." - he grabbed the next toe.
"Mmmhhehe"
"I haven't done anything yet, and you're already laughing."
"I’m nohohot"
"Good" - Lucifer wiggled the toe gently and grabbed Mammons big toe. "This little demon was sitting in his room and playing games."
"That’s all! Toes are gone!" - little demon squealed.
"We still have your other foot, we will finish there..." - he chuckled hearing Mammon's whining and started with a big toe this time "And this little bad demon... - he looked at Mammon and smirked. - Received a ticklish punishment from an older demon!" - he started tickling the kid's both feet without a pause.
"NOHOHOHOHOH LUCIHIHIFEHEHEHER" - The Avatar of Greed threw back his head and snorted.
"Well, don't you want to be a bad demon anymore?" - he tickled under his toes.
"NOHOHOHOHO I DOHOHOHN’T WAHAHAHNT TOHOHO! PLEHEHEHASE STOHOHOP" - Mammon pleaded with his last strength.
"Well, okay" - Lucifer stopped and looked at the youngster. "Are you alive?"
"Y-yeah..." - little Greed panted going back to lay into his starfish pose.
Lucifer grinned and took his baby brother into his arms. He kissed his forehead gently.
"EWWW Lucifer, I'm too big for kisses!"
"Are you now? Hmm... Well, I don't think so and I can kiss you at any age." - to prove that he gently kissed Mammons cheeks, nose, forehead again ending at the youngster's sensitive neck.
"Hehe, no, that tickles!"
"Well, okay. You deserve a rest." - Lucifer put still squirming Mammon on the bed and went to the closet to change.
"Where are you going?" - Mammon sounded a bit worried.
"Changing clothes. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." - he reassured him and smiled softly. Once he had his pajamas on, he turned off the light and quickly walked over to the bed. He settled comfortably on the left side of his large bed and crawled under the covers.
"Still not sleeping?" - he looked at the lump next to him and hugged it feeling surprised after it realising it was a pillow. "...Mammon?" - he examined the bed, but couldn't find his brother.
Suddenly he felt a slight tickle on his own feet. He twitched and removed the blanket. Culprit turned out to be the Avatar of Greed.
"Wh-what are you doing?" - he tried to keep his feet still.
"I want revenge!" - the boy giggled and began to tickle his brother's arches faster.
Lucifer covered his mouth with his hand and cleared his throat stifling his building up laughter.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not ticklish." - he said nonchalantly but as soon as the small nails rosed closer to his toes, he let out a giggle.
"I heard you laughed! So you are ticklish too!" - Mammon clapped his hands and laughed joyfully. He began to quickly scribble under his brother's toes.
"Mahammon stohohop" - Lucifer wriggled slightly trying to keep his calm facade "We decided to go to behehed."
"Yes! But revenge first!" - he sat at Lucifer's ankles straddling them with his thighs and focus on tickling his toes.
The Avatar of Pride fell on the mattress and laughed freely.
"Oh! You're very sensitive here!" - Mammon remarked teasingly.
"Not ahahahahahas much as youhoohoho!" - Lucifer teased him back and abruptly sat up. He reached and pulled his baby brother closer to him and grabbed his wrists in one hand. He began tickling his armpits with the other alternatively.
"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAAT’S NOHOHOHOHO FAHAHAHAIR" - Mammon squealed making Lucifer chuckle and slowing down his fingers until they stopped. He patted Mammons head. "Ready for bed?"
"Y-yhes" - Mammon panted and gave his brother a strong hug "Thank you, Luci..."
"I’m always here for you." - he smiled and hugged the small demon back. He laid him next to himself and covered them both with a blanket.
"Lucifer..."
"Mmm?"
"You... won't tell the others that I'm so ticklish...?" - Lucifer peeked at Mammons blushy little face.
"Perhaps they already know that." - he chuckled "But my mouth is shut."
"Thank you" - the kid crawled over to his brother and hugged him.
"I'm more interested in how you found out about my weak spot?"
"Simeon told me" - the boy giggled.
"I see...Well, this angel will get his share."
"Don't hit him!"
"Oh no, he'll get a much more fun punishment..." - Lucifer chuckled eavily.
"I can help!"
"Great. I won't refuse help." - he stroked Mammon's head. "Now sleep, or the Tickle Monster will come to you again."
"Hehe, okay. But now he can come to you too." - Mammon laughed and yawned sweetly.
"But not tonight." - he kissed his brother. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight. I love you." - Mammon leaned closer to him.
"Love you too."
After a while, they both fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
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trensu · 3 years ago
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Jon's Creeping Terror Fun Fact Corner!
You know how Cecil has his Fun Fact Science Corner segment on his radio show? Well, Jon has his own show produced by The Magnus Studio. It's an educational kids show all about the Entities of Fear!! It's a very specific kind of kids show. You know the ones. Those kids shows that children are absolutely mad for but any adult in their vicinity is left deeply unsettled by them? Yep. On the surface, the show seems fine but if any adult dwells on the content for more than five minutes, they are left feeling very very unnerved, especially since the host, one Jonathan Sims, seems more than a little unhinged half the time.
The show is so popular it gets almost 15 whole episodes! (It gets cancelled at 14 bc at that point it had received far too many retrospective complaints from parents to continue any further). Sometimes, the episodes even have special guests!! Although it got cancelled, you can obviously still find it on the internet if you know where to look. There's even compilations of all the show's best Unhinged moments.
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The Vast Episode
Jon: Today's episode is about the Vast! And to tell us more about it we have Simon Fairchild visiting us. Kids, if you ever see this man in person, please run very far in the opposite direction.
Simon: Thank you for that warm introduction, Jon. Now children, who here likes ROLLER COASTERS?
Jon: And that's it for our special guest [proceeds to literally kick an old man until he's off screen] Do not trust this man and please be careful when going on roller coasters in the future.
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The Lonely Episode
Jon, reading from the teleprompter: We have an expert of the Lonely with us, Mr. Peter Lu--what? No!! Why's he here? Get him off my set! What do you mean no? I don't care how much funding he gives the studio!! He tried to take Martin away!
[scene cuts off and starts back up with Martin sitting next to Jon, looking particularly sweet and cuddly in a knitted jumper]
Jon: Here we have m-my Martin, I-I mean my ASSISTANT Martin Blackwood. Say hi to Mr. Blackwood, children.
[Jon is a twitchy mess and cannot even look at Martin's direction. Martin looks flushed]
Martin: Er, yes, h-hello.
Jon: Martin has experience [this is hissed with all the venom he can muster] with the Lonely. He's going to teach us the best way to avoid that evil, conniving bast--
Martin, hastily cuts in: Yes, well! Kids, who do you have in your life that you love? It can be anyone! Your siblings, your pets, your friends! Anyone at all!
[at the edge of the set, just barely visible, Peter can be seen crammed into a cage gleefully guarded by Daisy]
(it's during this episode Jon finds out that he's not allowed to use naughty words on the show. All the stuff with the murder and the skinning and the worms and such is fine! Just no cussing. Jon is befuddled and aghast. This is why Hopworth was not allowed as a guest; he's a very swear-y man)
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The Corruption Episode
[Jon is seen clutching a jar of ashes throughout the entire episode with absolutely no explanation as to what it is or why it's there]
Jon, gesturing manically: and that's why it's important to see a doctor when you're sick and have an exterminator on speed dial.
[Martin comes onto the scene with a worried look on his face. The screen goes to black for a moment, then reappears with Jon still clutching his jar but looking significantly calmer. He smiles at the camera and it almost looks normal]
Jon: To finish the episode, can you demonstrate the proper handwashing technique we taught you at the start? Be sure to tell your parents what you've learned about infection control and have them show you where the CO2 is kept in your home!
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The Hunt Episode
Jon, earnestly happy: This is my best friend Daisy! She's going to help us learn about the Hunt. She's one of the bravest people I know.
[Daisy turns away to hide a shy smile before clearing her throat and starting in on a rehearsed lecture. The episode ends with her and Jon making the children repeat the "don't listen to the blood, listen to the quiet" mantra and also "all cops are bastards."]
(Basira, in post production: ...yeah, that's fair.)
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The Flesh Episode
Parents are horrified when they hear their children singing "you are what you eat, meat is meat!" whenever they play after that episode airs.
(Martin: Just to be clear, we're encouraging cannibalism??
Jon: no! ...maybe? i don't know, Martin, they told me it tested well with the focus group children
Martin: yes, okay, but WHY did you come up with that jingle?
Jon: Don't look at me like that, I'm not crazy, Martin! I wouldn't just eat a person. But, well, if someone asked me to eat them like, after they died, I wouldn't necessarily say no...?
This conversation was recorded and leaked somehow. And that's how Actual Cannibal Jon Sims became a trending meme. He has to do a PR statement confirming that he "has never knowingly eaten a person" and that that was "a completely hypothetical discussion." This convinces as many people as you think it would.)
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The Stranger Episode
Nikola: I don't much like children. Not enough skin on them to do anything really fun.
Jon: Why are you--how did you even get in?? S-Security! Someone come get her out of--
Nikola: oh, but I have information for the little ones! [she pulls out a basket of high-end skincare products and looks directly into the camera with her featureless face] These are the lotions that are best for Archivist flesh but I'm sure they work for the kiddies as well! You all want to grow up to have lots of beautiful skin don't you? Here, let me show you how to use them! [attempt to lotion Jon]
Jon: [flinches away] Security! O-or Daisy. DAISY!
[growling is heard and we get a flash of a wolfish Daisy body-slamming Nikola to the ground. The rest of the episode has Tim shoving Jon off screen and going on a rant about circuses and how to best explode them. This becomes one of their most popular episode amongst the children]
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Breekon and Hope show up occasionally in the background of various episodes and become something like an Easter egg for fans of the show.
Anyway, I love the idea of kids adoring socially awkward, neurotic mess of a man Jonathan Sims. Jon is completely confounded by his popularity but also, he's glad of it bc that means the children will be more prepared if they ever encounter any of the Entities (most parents think it's all fiction, except for the ones who've had Encounters with one of the entities; Jon ends up with a sort of underground cult following comprised of survivors of fear encounters)
I blame @lemonisinplay (and Jonny Sims) for the entirety of this post, tbh. She came up with the name and half the stuff here XD
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zafirosreverie · 4 years ago
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Must be the eyes (Teacher!Agatha x Fem!Student!Reader) part 2
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(Part 1)
a/n: this is long, like, really long. Uppsies
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Salem ... you were going to Salem !!
Nick laughed at you when you jumped out of happiness, before wrapping your arms around him and spinning him around. You were quite excited.
"I see someone is excited" he laughed as you let him go
"Sorry" you laughed "I just can't believe it! We’re going to Salem, Nick!" you screamed with excitement
"Yes yes, I was in class too, history girl” he laughed again "But it doesn't seem a bit strange to you that just last friday you mentioned that you wanted to go, and today, monday, they tell us that they will take us on a field trip precisely to Salem? Not to mention that Ms Harkness doesn't seem like the kind of teacher who wants to take her students on trips. "
"So?" you asked. You knew exactly what he was implying, but you decided to play innocent "Maybe the universe thought it would be a good time to pay me what it owes me"
"Suuuuure. And Ms Harkness totally wasn't looking at you during the entire announcement" He said
"She wasn't" you agreed, making him roll his eyes.
Except that she totally was. Nick was right. From the moment the older woman had walked into the classroom, you could feel her eyes fixed on you. At first you felt like you were in trouble, but when she started talking about the trip she and professor Maximoff had planned, a part of you (a small and somewhat selfish part) couldn't help but think that maybe she was doing it for you.
It was silly and you knew it, why would a woman like Agatha Harkness go to the trouble of planning a whole field trip, getting a hotel, food and transportation for almost 30 students, just so that you specifically could fulfill one of your dreams? Not to mention, there was no way she knew about it.
But the feeling that you were something special to her, even if it was only in your imagination, was enough for you.
You sighed "Nick, if you're still upset about the project, I'm sorry ok? But don't get me in your business with her"
"Hey! I didn't sleep all weekend to finish it, okay?" he defended himself "I didn't even go to the movies with Dalton, Y/N. Do you know what that means? I missed a date with him!" he pouted, making you laugh
"First of all, you had almost the entire month to do the project, you shouldn't have put it off until the last minute. Second, it wasn't even a date! You haven't been able to confess your feelings to Dalton in two years"
"So? At least I'm making progress with him, you've been drooling over our teacher since the first day of college and all you've done is have these tense discussions with her."
"Shhhhh" you shut him up "shout it out to everyone, would you?"
"Hey, you started"
"It's different and you know it Nick" you sighed "You're only a year older than Dalton. There are at least 10 years between me and Ms Harkness, not to mention that she is our teacher!"
"Pfff, 10 years? Come on Y/N, we both know she's probably twice your age" Nick scoffed
"She's not that old" you blushed "And that's not the point anyway"
"Right" he nodded "the point is that your girlfriend is going to take us all to a haunted town just to make you happy" he smirked.
"My what- she’s not-" you stuttered.
Nick laughed and you flushed with both embarrassment and anger. You ran after him to try to hit him, not noticing the pair of blue eyes staring at you from a window.
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Agatha sighed to herself as she watched you walk away with that little friend of yours. She had watched all the interaction and when she saw you blush she wished she could listen, but you were too far away.
However, what she did hear were your screams of excitement and she couldn't help but notice that her heart leapt a little at the thought that it was she who had made you so happy.
Again, she would never tell anyone, but the only reason she had agreed to accompany Wanda was because of the conversation she had overheard, when you told Nicholas that you didn't have money for two trips.
At first, it had been easy to lie to herself, saying that she was simply killing two birds with one stone: Wanda could have her field trip and you could visit Salem at no expense, that way you could save up to go elsewhere in summer.
However, when Wanda asked why she had specifically chosen your class, she hadn't known what to answer. She wanted to see you happy, she felt you deserved everything in the world, but she couldn't say that to the redhead, so she had given a bad excuse that your group was the least problematic. Wanda hadn't believed it, but at least she had the decency not to comment on anything.
She told herself that she had to be more careful. She couldn’t let anyone, student or teacher, find out that perhaps it was no longer simple affection what she felt for you.
When she walked into your classroom, however, she couldn't help staring at you from the get-go. She didn't want to miss your reaction to the news. From the sparkle in your eyes, the way the corner of your mouth lifted, how your nose wrinkled, the way your shoulders tensed, and how you clenched your hands to avoid showing your emotion.
She wanted to see all of that.
But that had made her look at you the whole time. She never once had she taken her eyes off you, almost forgetting that it was supposed to be a school trip, for all of her students, not a surprise gift specifically for you.
Even if that's what it really was. As she had told Wanda, she was more than capable of teaching Salem's history without having to take you there, but she did it for you. And a small part of her wanted to tell you, she wanted you to know what she had done, she wanted you to understand how much you meant to her, without having to use her words.
She wasn't sure if she'd made it, but your excitement was enough for her. She just wished she could be the one receiving that crushing hug, instead of Nicholas.
"Earth to Agatha" said a voice behind her, making her jump
"Maximoff" she sighed "No one told you it's rude to approach people like this" she crossed her arms and frowned.
"In my defense, I've been here for about 15 minutes, it's not my fault that you get lost in your thoughts so quickly" the redhead teased as she handed her a coffee "It must be age"
"I'm going to ignore the fact that you called me old, just because of the coffee" the brunette growled, taking it.
"Lucky me" the youngest smiled "So, ready for the trip?" she asked
"There's still a whole month to go, cutie" she said
"Don't even remind me, I was hoping they'd let us go sooner" sighed the redhead.
"Wanda, I know they are university students, but not all of them have the income, no matter how little the school charges them. We have to pay for transportation, meals and hotel, not to mention that many of them will want to buy souvenirs or do another activities" Agatha reminded her
"It's a field trip, Aggs, not a vacation."
"Try to convince 30 students of that" scoffed the older woman
"... fair enough" sighed Wanda "and we still need another chaperone"
"What do you mean?" Agatha frowned "Isn't that why I'm going?"
"Yes, but as we also take male students, by law we must bring a male teacher too"
"That’s bullshit"
"I know, but I'm not going to complain and risk losing my permit."
The brunette thought about it for a moment before sighing. Wanda was right. And she wouldn't risk having the trip canceled either, not after seeing how happy it made you.
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It was the longest month of your life! You were too excited, you could hardly think of anything other than the trip. You had worried a bit that it was too expensive, but were pleasantly surprised when you realized that it was less than half of what the trip would cost you alone.
Besides, Nick had told you that he could lend you money if necessary. It wasn't that you were broke, far from it, but being a college student, living alone in a rental department and with a part-time job, was difficult.
However, you had managed to save enough money to pay for the trip and still be able to even spend a little on souvenirs or other things, which would be necessary to thank your boss for giving you permission to be absent for two weeks and your friend Alisha for covering you.
"Hello" you smiled at the secretary
"Good afternoon" she replied, a little serious but at least she smiled back at you "can I help you miss?"
"Yeah, uhm, I'm here to pay for the trip to Salem, group 203" you said
"One moment please" she nodded and pulled out a couple of lists "Your name, queen?" she asked kindly
"Y/N  Y/L/N"
The woman scanned the names with her eyes, searching for the letter of your last name, but you felt your stomach drop a little when she frowned before looking at you.
"Are you sure, dear?" she asked
You blinked in surprise before nodding.
"How strange" she said "it appears that it is already paid"
"W-what?" now you frowned "It must be a mistake"
"No, Y/N  Y/L/N, paid. Are you sure you didn't forget? It usually happens" she assured you, smiling at you.
But you knew that was not the case. You hadn't paid before because you didn't have the money. Damn, you were sure you were the last to pay! You were supposed to leave in three days!
"No" you said softly "I'm sure I didn't pay for it"
The woman was about to say something when you heard a rather familiar pair of heels coming up behind you. You didn't even have to turn around to find out who she was.
Agatha smiled as she stood right next to you, her hand pressed to your lower back. She smiled at the secretary before speaking.
"Good afternoon, Lu" she said to the woman
"Good afternoon, Ms Harkness"
"Is something wrong? Or why the long face, Miss Y/L/N?" she asked, smiling at you
It took you a moment to answer, too stunned by the warm touch of her hand on your back and the smell of her perfume filling your air.
"Someone paid for my trip" you said simply
"Excuse me?" she asked confused
"Someone paid for my trip" you repeated "it wasn't me, miss"
"Well, I still don't see the problem" she smiled at you "maybe that little friend of yours paid for you, or someone is trying to win your heart" she winked
The way she said the last part sent a chill down your spine. It felt too intimate for some reason.
"Either way, I wouldn't worry about it" she said, pulling you out of your thoughts "take advantage of it, Miss Y/L/N, not all of us are lucky enough to be given a free trip, right Lu?"
"Absolutely Ms Harkness"
You weren't so convinced, but you weren't in a position to argue with a teacher and a secretary, they were two against one. That and the hand on your back was too much of a distraction to think properly.
You nodded and thanked them before turning on your heel to go find Nick, hoping it was really him who paid for you. You immediately missed the warmth of the hand on your back.
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Well shit.
You cursed yourself while running around your apartment. You were sure you had set the alarm, but it hadn't gone on. If it weren't for the fact that you had left the window open and the sun hit you in the face, you wouldn’t have woken up.
When you looked at the clock on your desk, you jumped up. You noticed that your phone had not charged at all and was, in fact, turned off. Double shit.
You tossed it along with the charger in your backpack, after getting out of a quick shower and bouncing around the room as you put on your floral dress and a pair of tennis shoes. You did not care about the mess you left, you would fix it when you returned.
You had 20 minutes to get to school or you were saying goodbye to Salem.
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Agatha tried to appear neutral as Wanda took roll and Jimmy helped the students put their bags onto the bus as they arrived.
She supposed it could have been worse. Of all the male teachers in the school, Jimmy Woo, the chemistry teacher, was the most educated and one of the few that Agatha actually liked a little. At least the students listened to him.
Not that she was really paying attention to that, if she was honest.
Actually, the only thing on her mind was you. Nothing new, but this was different. You hadn't arrived yet and they were 15 minutes away from leaving. She was beginning to worry.
She didn't understand what was happening, you were the most excited about the trip, she had paid for you, and yet you weren't here? She had thought you would be the first to arrive. Have you regretted it? No, you would have told her or Wanda. Something happened to you? Surely Nicholas would have said something when he arrived.
So why was there no sign of your precious face? The brunette could convince Wanda to wait for you a little longer, but she wasn't even sure you were going to come. That made her sulk quickly.
She had agreed to take this trip, for you. If you didn't show up, she would have done everything in vain! She didn't even want to go to Salem to babysit! So you had better arrive in the next 10 minutes or you would be in serious trouble when they come back in two weeks.
"Smile Harkness" Wanda laughed, seeing her partner with her arms crossed and a frown "We're almost gone"
"Good, because we still have five hours of travel and I'm already starting to get tired of the voices of these children" she growled.
She really did hope her concern wasn't so noticeable.
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You sighed in relief when the taxi finally arrived at the school, seeing that the bus was still there. You did it!
You walked quickly, smiling at Professor Woo, who kindly put your suitcase on the underside of the truck.
"We were waiting for you, miss Y/L/N" he said kindly, helping you up the steps.
"Oh no, am I the last one?" you asked, blushing with shame.
"That's right" said Professor Maximoff, smiling at you as you went upstairs.
Well, at least no one had noticed. The rest of your classmates were all talking to each other, laughing and some flirting, not paying attention to the fact that you had just arrived. Excellent.
Except ... oh no.
You looked for Nick, to go sit with him. Sadly, it looks like Dalton was ahead of you and your best friend was too busy flirting to have saved you a spot.
"Take a seat please Y/N" Wanda told you
"Uhm ... where?" you asked, pointing to your companions.
The red-haired woman followed your gaze and realized that you were right. All the seats were taken. That made her frown. They were supposed to have all seats counted, so she, Jimmy, and Agatha had taken the liberty of using two seats each. But it seems they had miscounted.
"Well, I suppose you will have to sit with one of us" she told you.
You nodded, but didn't move, not knowing exactly which of the three to sit next to.
Fortunately for you, you didn't have to make the decision.
Agatha had kept a sigh of relief from escaping her lips when she saw you and Jimmy getting on the bus. She had been biting her nails nervously.
Your choice of clothes had not gone unnoticed and she, taking care that neither Wanda nor Jimmy caught her, let her eyes roam your body. The dress fit too well on you, hugging all the right parts, and ended just above the knees, allowing her to observe your beautiful legs.
She was so busy scanning you with her gaze that she almost missed Wanda's comment. "I suppose you will have to sit down with one of us." Her reaction was almost automatic.
She got up and motioned for you to sit in the window seat. "Take a seat, miss Y/L/N" she said, a little anxious, but with a frown so that the others would think that she was simply desperate to leave.
You blinked before nodding and scooting into the seat. You tried not to show any emotion when the older woman sat next to you and her thigh brushed yours.
You didn't know if you wanted to curse Nick for abandoning you in favor of flirting, or if you wanted to kiss him. You had five hours to think about it from here to Salem.
Wait. Five hours. Five hours trapped between Agatha Harkness and the window and without the possibility of distracting yourself with your cell phone. Oh shit.
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"It's not as bad as I thought" said Wanda "You were right Aggs, it's the least troublesome group" she laughed
The older woman rolled her eyes without answering. Her friend was right, most of the students were behaving quite well. There was no excessive yelling, no one was getting up from their seats or causing trouble, everyone seemed more interested in catching up on gossip.
But that didn't mean she liked being there. Her head was already spinning and there were still another three hours to go. The only good thing she had was that you were next to her.
Sure, she had to act nonchalant with you, just trying to get you talking a few times (which didn't work, but at least you had smiled at her and that was enough for her), but she couldn't help stealing glances from you every now and then.
She had given you the place by the window with the excuse that she needed to be in the hallway so she could throw death glares at others and make sure everything was in order, but the truth was, she just wanted you to be able to see everything. So that you don't miss even the entrance to the town.
It had worked for a while, because you looked quite entertained. Until that moment.
When the brunette looked at you sideways, she could see that your eyelids seemed to weigh and how you were starting to nod. Agatha had to admit that a sleepy Y/N was probably the cutest thing she had seen in a long time.
You struggled to stay awake, but after two hours of staring out the window (you were definitely not looking at your teacher through the reflection, thank you very much) your eyes felt tired. Maybe, you could sleep for a while, and hopefully when you woke up, you would be arriving in Salem and you wouldn't have to deal with the blush on your cheeks caused by the mere presence of your crush by your side.
It seemed like a good plan.
Sighing and careful not to kick the older woman, you settled into the seat better, closing your eyes and blocking out the noise around you. It didn't take you long to fall asleep.
Agatha knew the exact moment you had been lost from the world of the living, when your head began to tilt a little. She inwardly cursed you for being so cute.
However, she froze when she realized that little by little, you were sticking closer to her.
At first it was just your head leaning in her direction, but then you were leaning on her shoulder. It wasn't an entirely unpleasant feeling (actually, it was perfect), but it did make her pulse race, especially when you kept falling more and more on her, until you ended up with your head on her chest and basically using her breasts as a pillow.
"Ok, okay, don't panic, everything is fine" she thought "act normal, you are a teacher taking care of her student, nothing to see here"
But she could feel her heart racing at a thousand kilometers per hour and as much as she didn't want to wake you up, she doubted you couldn't hear it, you had your hearing just above it!
She was too busy trying not to move, not to bother you, that she didn't notice the knowing looks and smiles that her two colleagues shared.
When Wanda stood up to supervise the students in the background, she raised an eyebrow, smirking at Agatha. The older woman rolled her eyes and mumbled something about not wanting to wake you up out of mere politeness, but the truth was that her arms burned with the need to hold you and pull you closer to her.
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Wanda giggled and motioned for Jimmy to take a look at Agatha's seat. When the man did, he had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud.
At some point during the trip, the brunette had fallen asleep too, probably bored of not moving so as not to wake you up. However, it seemed like her precautions weren't working on autopilot, because the moment she fell asleep, she leaned on you, portraying a cute scene with you on the older woman's chest and Agatha's head on top of yours.
Wanda took out her cell phone and quickly took a photo of you two.
"This is gold" she whispered to Jimmy "this is valuable blackmail material, Harkness will have to do what I ask for at least a month"
"I guess I owe you 10 dollars" said the man.
When they were discussing the details of the trip, the redhead had told him her theory about how the brunette felt about you. Surprisingly, Jimmy hadn't been shocked, he didn't think the other woman had a crush on her student, but he wouldn't look down on Agatha if that was the case. They had both gambled on how long it would take for the woman to start being more obvious.
"And a coffee when we get to Salem" Wanda reminded him.
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Agatha woke up when a particularly loud sound from the movie they were playing in the bus sounded from the speaker above her head. The woman blinked several times, before looking around her.
Jimmy seemed absorbed in the movie and Wanda was asleep. And God knew what the students were doing behind her.
But that was not the important thing. What mattered was the bulge in her arms.
Your hair had fallen over your face, so the older woman gently brushed it away, letting her fingers brush against your skin. You were a beautiful sight. You always were, sure, but just like that, asleep and vulnerable, you were just breathtaking.
Looking at the clock, Agatha knew that they were about to arrive in town, and although she didn't want to wake you up, really enjoying having you like this, she also wanted you to see everything. So she gently started shaking you to wake you up.
You groaned a bit at the annoyance, but in a few more moments your eyes began to open. It took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did, you frowned.
Why were you so low? You remembered falling asleep almost glued to the window, so why weren't you there? And why did you have a pillow? You hadn't brought a pillow with you.
It wasn't until you caught a familiar scent that you realized you weren't on a pillow. You were on top of your teacher. More specifically, on her chest. Shit.
You got up quickly, muttering an apology and trying desperately not to look at her. You just used Agatha Harkness as a pillow! What an idiot! She sure hates you now.
The older woman was a bit surprised when you jumped up, almost hitting her in the process. If it wasn't because you looked adorable with a red face, she would have tried to comfort you. Besides, she couldn't risk any of her colleagues finding out about her feelings for you.
So she didn't say anything, as if nothing had happened. But she was loving the nervous version of you more and more.
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When you entered the city, you completely forgot the whole incident. Your mind quickly entertained with the landscape and you could see how all those witch tales came to life in front of your eyes. Definitely better than Disneyland.
Agatha couldn't help the pang of pride she felt when she saw your excited face. It was a good choice to sit you by the window. If anyone deserved to have the best possible experience in Salem, it was you.
She just hoped the rest of the trip would go without incidents. Not that she thought falling asleep on her was a bad thing, it was just that she trusted herself less and less to keep herself under control.
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skyward-floored · 2 years ago
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what are all your wips? not asking to post the excerpts themselves but like. what fics are you working on / plan to do? if you dont mind sharing your secret plans…… :)
I don’t mind at all! I love talking about my fics/wips, thanks for asking!!!
Prepare yourself for a BIG LIST of fics, some of which that have been half-published, and also some that haven’t yet seen the light of day :)
The Twilight Turns — true form au! Midna gets her true form back WAY earlier than in canon, and this leads to both her and Link catching quite a few feelings. The next chapter is sort of on pause until I get around to playing the part I’m at in-game.
Royal Castletown Wedding — a fic that started as a joke post, I stole the plot of a my little pony episode and lu-ified it. If you think it is just fluffy silliness than you are wrong. I’ve hit the climax, and there’s only a few chapters left of this one!
Brethren in a Cradle — *gently holds* my very special multichap fic I haven’t updated in months (I’M SORRY) about Wild, as well as the rest of the chain, stumbling across a baby and having no other options, take him with them. Warriors had snuck his way into the focus as well. The next chapter IS being worked on, just verrrry slowly. This fic means a lot to me and I’m NOT giving up on it.
Up in Arms — Warriors loses an arm during the war, and struggles immensely with coming to terms with it. Fortunately he ends up with 8 other heroes who are more than willing to help. First chapter of this is up, the second and third (fourth?) chapters are in progress.
The Many Courses of Love — a fic exploring all the different relationships of the Links after their adventures, a chapter per game. This one isn’t lu, (it’s actually connected to my own Link’s meet thing) but I’m very attached to it. Next couple chapters are being worked on, but aren’t very close to finished XD
Unnamed Time & Legend fic — angst/whump/hurt/comfort o-rama. This one is a continuation of a whumptober I wrote in 2021, but it can honestly stand on its own. Everyone, especially Time and Legend, has a Bad Time. A specific secret is also revealed. Planning on finishing this one entirely and releasing the couple chapters it has on a schedule.
Unnamed breath of the wild aftermath/Dark Link fic — a multichap I’ve had cooking for years, after the events of botw the Yiga decide revenge is due, and steal some of Link’s blood to make a copy of him to kill him. Except they don’t account for Zelda’s magic accidentally getting mixed up in there, and they make... a pretty sweet guy who has no clue what’s going on. The first chapter of this is done actually, but I don’t want to post it because the rest is... nowhere near done in any way XD
Incredibles au main story — the entire dang movie as an lu fic, I’m chipping away at it when I can! Not ready to be published yet, but I’m working on it :)
Incredibles au Hyrule backstory — this one is close to being done, it’s about how Hyrule ended up with the rest of the boys
Unnamed Warriors and Hyrule fic — the traveler and captain couldn’t be more unalike, but it turns out they’re connected by much more than they previously thought. This one is on the back burner, but I work on it occasionally. Thinkin it’ll be one of those 5 + 1 fics the kids do.
Unnamed Warriors and Mask/Time fic — traitor angst babeyyyyy! I’m stuck on this one, don’t know when it’ll be done.
Fic for Tellie — (yes that’s the working title) set in her palace au, it’s almost done :)
Courage of Ages — aaauuuggghh my own Link’s meet au thing, it’s been on the back burner as well, but I love it so and love questions about it. It’ll be publishable someday...
Tri Force Heroes oneshot collection — a bunch of oneshots about Tri force heroes, plus post-game backstory stuff with my versions of these guys :)
Assorted requests sitting in my inbox from ages ago — *sweating* ages ago I asked for some fic ideas, several of which are... still sitting in my inbox, unanswered. I’ve barely worked on them, but I’ll do them eventually!
There’s a few more not on this list, but they’re either self-indulgent things I’ll never publish, ideas that are barely formed or I haven’t started writing as of yet, or fics I started but didn’t continue and haven’t touched in months.
Anyways whew, I think that’s it! I’m always willing to answer questions about all of these, so don’t be shy!
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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago
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Fully Completely 3
Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation, harassment
This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.
Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones
Note: On to part three. Sorry for being a human disaster.
Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)
I really hope you enjoy. 💋
<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!
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Chapter 3: Or it will move right through me
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Jerome annoyed you as he picked through your tool box and clicked the ratchet noisily. He was excited but impatient and complained that you were taking so long. You told him if he wanted to pay out of pocket for labour, you could finish faster. 
You sat by his bike, parts strewn at your feet, and bent your head to look under the tank. You still had a lot to go and hadn’t yet added anymore of the gross chrome to the frame.
“Do you realise how filthy this is gonna get?” you huffed as you sat up and leaned your elbows on your legs, “not to mention how ridiculous it looks.”
“I like it. It’s just my style,” your brother grinned, “I don’t remember you spending this much time on Bucky’s ride and you and him--”
“He had me replace the tailpipe, you want nothing short of a rebuild,” you scoffed, “and you’re not the boss.”
“Don’t remind me,” he rolled his eyes, “guess it could be worse though. It could be Steve.”
“Thank god it’s not,” you chuckled, “I don’t know how many women had to toss beer in his face before he latched onto that mousy one at the bakery.”
“She’s nice,” Jerome shrugged, “far as I know. She doesn’t talk to anyone but Steve.”
“I wonder why,” you tisked, “he has insecurity written across his forehead.”
The tinny bell rang and the door whooshed open as the wind caught it. Jerome glanced over and dropped the ratchet noisily into the drawer of the tool box. You growled in warning as you spent much of your spare cash on those. He apologised quietly as he squared his shoulders at the man who appeared.
“Hey,” Bucky wiped the flakes from his hair and blew out a shiver.
“Bucky,” Jerome said rigidly.
The other man nodded and stepped further inside the garage. He shoved his hands in his pockets and paced aimlessly around the concrete floor. You watched him as you fiddled with the bolt in your hand.
“You wanna head down to the bar?” It wasn’t a question as Bucky came to face you, “I gotta talk to your sister.”
“Sure,” Jerome replied sharply, “you got it, boss.”
Bucky grumbled and waited for him to leave. He sniffed and kicked his toe into the floor.
“So… what’re you doing here? Been a while so must be urgent,” you sat up on the rolling stool and stretched your back.
“The whole town’s talking about it. You fighting him,” his brows drew together, “I told you I’d take care of him.”
“You didn’t,” you said evenly, “so I did.”
“I talked to him--”
“And said what?” you snorted.
“Look, you don’t understand. You said it yourself, you don’t care about my business. You don’t get what’s going on but what I need from him is bigger than your temper.”
“Excuse me? This is my fault? He broke into my shop, he followed me from that diner and he put his hands on me,” you stood and tossed the bolt away, “what do you want me to do, Buck?”
“First, I want you to remind yourself who I am. We’re not fucking anymore so that mouth isn’t as cute,” he warned, “and I want you to play nice.”
“All you have to do is keep him away from me. How hard is that for a man like you, huh? You’re the big dog.”
“Watch it,” he pointed at you, “I won’t tell you again.”
“He’s here to deal with you, not me,” you insisted, “he grabbed me, I defended myself, and I’ll do it again.”
“This isn’t grade school anymore, you can’t fight the boys,” he sighed.
“What are you saying?”
He was silent as his jaw ticked and his blue eyes strayed to the ceiling. You stepped closer and gripped your hips as you stared him down.
“There’s nothing else I can do for you. Nothing else I will do. He’s your problem.”
He met your glare and you scoffed in disgust, “you’re fucking serious? What do these idiots have on you?”
“It’s not what they have on me, it’s what I want from them. I’m planning for something bigger than Birch, that means there’s gonna be some sacrifices,” he shrugged.
“Sacrifices? Is that what you call it? Well, here’s one for you, the next time you get a little scuff on your tank or your headlight starts to flicker, you can head down to Carl’s,” you scowled.
“Don’t do this,” he gritted through his teeth.
“I can get business without you. I do better work than Carl, you know that. So go, I’ll deal with that asshole on my own, how I see fit.”
He inhaled and lifted his chin. He closed his eyes and thought. 
“Damn it,” he swore, “you can’t make anything fucking easy. What is it with you women and your god damn--” he lifted his hand and stopped himself, “you get in the way of my business, and you won’t be so worried about Loki.”
“Oh yeah? That’s what he said about you,” you mocked, “what’s with you men and your egos?”
His lip curled and he breathed through his teeth. His eyes lit up and he punched his palm as he turned away quickly.
“I hope he has his fun with you. Maybe he can fuck some sense into you,” Bucky growled, “God knows I tried.”
“You weren’t that good,” you snipped.
He kicked the shelf of wipers hung near the front of the shop and grunted. He stormed to the doorway and stopped to look back at you.
“You’ll be wishing it was me…” he hissed.
He waved you off and continued through the front door, slamming it behind him loudly. You stared at the scattered packages of wipers and bit down on your tongue. You wanted to run out and strangle that idiot but you knew how he could be. It was the reason you broke off your little fling; he was too much like you. Hard-headed and volatile.
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You weren’t going to change just because the town was overrun by asshole men. You were standing your ground and that meant you were going to finish your club sandwich and enjoy one lunch without interruption. 
The café was busier that day as the snowfall dwindled and the streets were mostly cleared as the plows made their regular rounds. You looked through the window as the school kids stopped by the bakery for hot drinks on their lunch and circled the rim of your mug with your fingertip. You sensed it was only the lull before the storm.
Further down you could see the corner of The Asp and heard a rumbling engine. Your shop remained empty except for Jerome’s bike. Since Bucky’s visit, you were too worked up to concentrate anyway. You wanted to take your wrench and knock every man in town in the head with it.
Nora brought your sandwich as Kimmie didn’t work on the weekends and your side of soup. You would eat both and leave satisfied. You wouldn’t let anyone ruin your day off. Well, not that you had very much to do aside from that.
You dipped your crusts in the tomato soup and stared at the seat across from you. Empty. Perfect.
You scooped the last of the bowl into your mouth and wiped your lips with the napkin. You stood and gulped up your coffee. You left money on the table and headed out. A peaceful, solitary lunch all to yourself.
You skipped the shop and continued down the street. You pushed into the hobby shop you rarely ventured into, more a bookshop if you were honest. You greeted the man at the counter with a smile. When you were a girl, you remembered he ordered you a special set of paints as the ones in his store were all dried up. Lu, you recalled his name.
You went to the shelves of models and looked over the new arrivals. You took the Smokey and the Bandit Trans Am off the shelf and smirked. Your father had one just like it when you were a kid. It wasn’t exactly new. You grabbed a bottle of black paint with it, always running low on the stuff, and headed for the counter.
Lu punched the buttons on his till and you heard a creak. Light footsteps emerged from the basement of used books as you opened your wallet.
“I didn’t take you as bookish,” Loki’s voice made you cringe.
You didn’t answer and counted out the bills for your purchase, “actually, you got any glue? I didn’t see any on the shelf.”
“Hmm, oh,” Lu turned and bent to reach into a box, “haven’t stocked up but these came in just before the storm.”
He added the orange and white tube to your bag and you added another bill. He counted out your change and handed it to you.
“Quite interesting what small towns can hide,” Loki didn’t wait to step up to counter and stood close, his sleeve against yours, “An antique edition of Whitman. One of the only Americans I read.”
You looked down at the worn tome, the edges fraying and the letters faded. It was marked up to a couple hundred. You could appreciate a love for reading but you weren’t entirely sure some old paper was worth all that.
“I’ll need the reading material as my visit has been prolonged,” he mused as you grabbed your bag and headed for the door, “my brother is due to return so I will stay in his place… get to know the town of Birch more intimately.”
You hid your disgust at his words and continued out the door. His exaggerated tones stuck in your head as you passed the window and absently swung your bag. You hated him. You really did. You should have bashed him over the head with that dumb book. 
You thought of that day in the snow and smiled. You knew that shame lingered in him. You would have no problem repeating that scene.
You came up to your shop and stopped short. The burly redhead who arrived with the pestilent man stood at your door, peering in through the window, angling his head as he tried to see around the blinds. You cleared your throat as you neared.
“Something I can help you with?” you asked dully.
“Oh, ah,” he turned and laughed at himself, “I thought… Loki, I thought he’d be here.”
“No. He wouldn’t be,” you said, “he’s down at the book shop.”
“Thanks. He apologise?” He prodded.
“You seem to know him well. You think he did?” you challenged.
“Ah, nah,” he smiled awkwardly, “s’pose he didn’t.”
“S’pose he didn’t,” you echoed, “it would be smart if you kept him away from here.”
“Yeah, uh, should do,” he sidled past you and you listened to his heavy boots clump along the beaten snow.
You took out your key and unlocked the door. You closed it quickly behind you, that man’s presence set you on edge. He hadn’t shown any of the venom of his associate but he was loyal to him. You double checked the locks on all the doors and made certain all windows were closed. 
You went up stairs into your apartment and stripped off your coat and boots. You sat at the small table where you ate those dinners you didn’t forget and unpacked your new model. You sorted the pieces and spread out the instructions. The image of the car on the box brought back nostalgic memories. You wouldn’t know all you did about bikes if it wasn’t for your dad. You missed him every day for the last… too many years.
You lost yourself in the tiny parts. You hunched over the table and carefully dabbed glue onto the plastic. Your eyes began to itch as the windows dimmed and you got up to turn on the lamp. You kept building well after dark and finally left the half-finished car on the table.
You stretched out your limbs as you stripped down to only your loose tee and yawned. You fell into bed and turned on the old tube television. You hit play on the VCR and the loud previews blared from the boxy speakers. You rolled yourself in your comforter and sat through the same movie trailers you’d watched a dozen times.
You were never a romantic but you the movie was another shadow of your childhood. Your grandma used to watch Kathleen Turner whenever you went to her place. She would serve you yogurt and berries and turn on the cheesy action flick and if you slept over, she would put in the sequel right after.
Your rituals kept you sane. You found it was easier to know what to expect and given your temper, it was better not to be surprised. You were always the trouble child and you regretted all those times your dad had to come talk to the principal or walk you home from school. You promised him you would be better.
Still you didn’t regret what you did. He always told you to stand up for yourself. Hell, he taught you how to throw a punch and all your best insults were inherited from him. You smiled as you thought of him and hugged your pillow as the intro played and the credits flicked up one name at a time.
You drifted off in the glow of the television and the sound effects sank into your dreams. You were still in Birch but thick vines had grown around all the buildings and billowing leaves shrouded the skies. The town had turned to jungle and you could hear the growls and grunts of beasts unseen.
You spun as a twig snapped and a snake uncoiled from a branch and fell into the brush at your feet. You stepped back and it slithered towards you. You stumbled and ran away as you could hear its skin smoothly glide through the grass at your feet. You tripped as its long body wrapped around your ankles and you crashed to the ground.
You struggled as the snake constricted your body and wound its neck around to face you. Its green eyes shone as its black scales gleamed. Its tongue flicked against your cheek and you felt its hot breath as it opened its mouth and revealed long, frightening fangs. You screamed as its bite loomed and you woke with a start.
The visions of the wild jungle faded but the heat did not. You blinked as an amber haze took over the room and you fought through your messy blankets and tumbled onto the floor. Your curtains were alight along with much of the wall. You bachelor was blazing with orange flames and you could barely see the door through the smoke.
You coughed and scrambled to your feet. Your eyes streamed and you blindly ran for the door and flew down the stairs. The shop was almost entirely engulfed as you reached the lower landing and you fumbled with the front door as flames licked closer and closer.
You burst out into the frozen night and your feet were numbed by the ice and snow. You retreated from the burning building, your life set aflame, and turned back as you reached the sidewalk. Sirens screamed and made you wince as you crossed your arms and chattered against the cold.
“Pity,” the slither made your skin crawl, “though I suppose it is a blessing you at least saved yourself.”
You glanced at Loki as your vision blurred with the tears of realisation. Everything you had was turning to ash before you. You blinked away the droplet and sneered at him. He smirked and you knew. He smirked and he knew. It wasn’t an accident.
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paisholotus · 2 years ago
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Chapter Two
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୨⎯ Rina's Pov ⎯୧
I was walking back to Mr. Tumnus house to check how he was doing because I didn't have friends my age, I couldn't train yet, and there wasn't much else to do.
When I arrived at his house, his windows had been smashed, his door had been kicked in, and his furniture had been toppled over. Tumnus was apprehended. My only friend has been captured. I collapse to the ground and sobbed. Protecting that family....Protecting Lucy. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't; he told me that was his job, but I still don't get it.
I stopped whimpering when I heard rustling and arguing. "I've got something stuck in my back."  was said by someone. "Isn't it cold?" The voice said again, as I approached the ruckus. Another person spoke, and it sounded like a girl maybe older.
"Now that you mentioned it, it's cold." A boys voice said. Is this Lucy's family? "What is going on here?"
I walked around the enormous trees to get a better look at them: a tall woman with brown hair, a tall boy with blonde hair, and finally a small boy with brown hair. all trying to come out the wardrobe, as Lucy had stated. "Oh God." Said the older girl. They all turned and looked at her "We're outside, and in the snow." She said.
"by God, you're right." I kept staring at them, trying to figure out what was about them that was so special, that it needed protecting. No children have visited in a long time, as far as I'm aware.
"Impossible.." the older girl said.
"You all have just entered Narnia." I murmured to myself.
"I can't believe it. We're so sorry, Lucy, is it possible for you to forgive us all?" Said the older boy. As he bended down to hug Lucy, "I don't know if the apology would help, but this will." She said, pelting everyone with snowballs. "Oh, you're going to get it. Said the older boy.
I was happy for a moment as I watched them play with each other; I don't get to spend nearly as much time with time with siya as I used to. She is constantly training.
"Wait I have an idea, remember Mr. Tumnus I told you guys about. Let's go see him."
My eyes burned with hot tears thinking about my friend that got taken away because of them, and they don't even know it. I try not to blame little Lucy it's not her fault but for some reason her being here is a threat to the Wench.
"In this weather? I'm freezing!" Said the older boy.  The older girl went back towards the wardrobe and grabbed coats out and passed them around, "here you go. I'm sure professor wouldn't mind."
I laughed a little at the younger boy getting the girl coat, he seems to be always throwing a fit. I walked behind some trees as I followed them until I almost fell and I think Lucy saw me but she didn't say anything as she stared in my direction.
"What are you looking at, Lu?" She looked back in my direction and smiled "oh, nothing it's probably a squirrel." He laughed and told her to lead the way. Apart of me is still thankful she kept her promise.
When we finally reached back to Tumnus cave my heart sank again, he was gone and I couldn't do anything.
"What is this?" The boy said picking up the parchment left by the Wench
"There's writing on it, what's it say." Said the older girl.
     𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙵𝚊𝚞𝚗 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚞𝚜,
𝙸𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚗
𝙷𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙸𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜, 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙽𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚊
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚜!
Signed Maugrim, Captain of the Secret Police, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN!
After the boy finished reading I felt sick to my stomach, she is no QUEEN. And one day my land will be peaceful again.
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