#ALSO she took points off because my answer to the prompt was wrong when i literally just paraphrased the book

[gaysforbyler]

She’s insane she’s actually crazy. 1) scheduling tests on the weekend at 8:30 in the morning. 2) i have 60 minutes to write three essays, short answer questions, and multiple choice. It takes an hour and a half to write ONE essay

I know my professor did not give me a 50% on my paper when she spells “through” like “thru” and doesn’t know the difference between a hyphen and an em dash

[fandomnsfw]

The HalfBreed - Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Pairing: Ragnar Lothbrok x Reader

Prompt: a request from @alisha-jade

Warnings: smut, cheating (on Aslaug so is it really though), breeding kink, slight asphyxiation not much.

no beta again so spelling errors may occur feel free to message me if anything is too bad!

ENJOY!!

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You stared in fascination as your father brought Ragnar and his group into the castle. They were a brash bunch but you couldn’t help your fascination as they began shouting and laughing at the fear in the Christian’s eyes. 

You peeked around the corner of the dining hall that was also the throne room. Suddenly your fathers eyes shot up to meet yours. He rolled his eyes and beckoned you out of hiding spot. 

You strolled over to him with grace only a princess could hold. Your red dress swaying slightly as you came to a stop. All the mens eyes were on you and a few were making crude jokes clearly not realising you spoke their language. 

“I think even in your villages it isn’t proper to talk about a princess like that. Am I wrong?” You spoke in there home tongue making them all pause even the beautiful blonde woman that was sat with them.

“You speak our language?” The blonde woman asked. 

“That is what happens when your a halfbreed. Right Father?” You spat at his kingdoms most frequent words for you. 

“Your part Viking?” Ragnar asked with an amused smile. 

“Yes my mother was a shield maiden. My father took an interest on many years ago when she was washed up on our shores.” You answered honestly as your father smiled at the memory of your mother. 

“I see.” The blonde woman chuckled as she watched Ragnar stare at you intently. 

“So which gods or god do you believe in?” A wide eyed, slender man asked his eyes narrowed in a glare. 

“I do not worship their false god if that is what you are asking.” You paused not knowing his name. 

“Floki.” He stated his eyes still narrowed like he didn’t believe you. 

“Hmm…You remind me of the god Loki.” You stated with a grin as his eyes widened. 

“I think he is Loki.” Ragnar whispered making me giggle which seemed to make the older man happy. 

“You must be Ragnar’s wife then. Lagertha?” You stated as you looked at the beautiful woman. 

“Ex-Wife.” She scoffed making you catch the smile that made it’s way to your lips. 

“I see. It doesn’t seem to matter where men are from. They are all brash and unfaithful bastards.” You snorted causing everyone to start laughing especially the shield maiden. 

“I like her.” Lagertha gave a pointed look to Ragnar who rolled his eyes. 

You nudged your father on his excessively large seat at the head of the table. He sighed but moved up so you could sit down next to him. 

You gave him a sweet smile which made him laugh before kissing your head softly. You were your fathers favourite and everyone knew that. Especially your brother who hated you with a passion. 

“So did your mother train you in anything else?” A big man with long wavy hair  asked carefully as he sipped his ale looking at Ragnar who nodded in interest. 

“If you asking if I could take your head off with a sword then the answer is yes. You are Rollo yes?” You asked softly making him clear his throat as he sat up straight.

“My father has told me a lot about your spree around England with Ragnar.” You commented making him nod quietly in response.

You father understood a little of their langue because you had taught him but instead of joining in he allowed you to socialise with your fellow pagan’s. 

Everyone ate and enjoyed each other company before finally your father rand Ragnar began talking about there deal. You rolled you eyes before blocking your father view of Ragnar. 

“I want to go with them.” You stated as he stared up at you with sad eyes. 

“Y/N my sweet rose you really want to leave your poor father?” He asked softly his sadness radiating through his small smile. 

“Father you have your successor and I shall visit when I can. I want to fight! I wanna fall in love with someone who believes what I do.” You sighed in your fathers home language making Ragnar look at you. 

“I understand child. I will see to it then…I love you my little rose.” He whispered the last part in your ear making you smile fondly and return his sentiment.

“Ragnar. I have another term for our deal, I ask you take my daughter with you when you return to your home. She wishes to be with her people.” Your father asked gently making Ragnar nod in understanding. 

“Princess Y/N wishes to come back to Kattegat with us.” Ragnar announced in his home tongue causing everyone to stop there chatter. 

“We are not taking another Christian home with us Ragnar.” A gruff man in the group scoffed and before anyone said anything there was a knife flying through the air straight passed his ear to the throne room door. 

He touched his ear to find in bleeding before standing up and starting towards you. You jumped up, lifting your skirt you could take out your other knife. He got in your face like he was about to beat you but you put your knife to his intimate area. 

“Do NOT call me a Christian. I will cut off your tiny little friend and feed it to my wolf.” You spat in his ear before he finally got the point and backed away.

“We will take her back.” You had expected Ragnar or maybe even Lagertha so say these words however you had not expected Floki to say it. 

“Thank you.” Your father said in their language so they’d all understand. 

******

You stared in amazement as you saw the village come into view as you absently petted your dark grey wolf. People were flocking to the docks waiting for there loved ones or congratulate people along you smile as you glanced at Ragnar who was staring at you.

“Is there something on my face Ragnar?” You chuckled making him smile.

“You are very beautiful.” He stated mischievously as he stepped closer.

“Don’t you have a wife waiting for you?” You replied teasingly.

“As my ex wife would say. That never stopped me before.” Ragnar chuckled as the boat pulled up.

“I see well maybe you should come visit me once I am settled.” You whispered in his ear before hopping of the boat with the help of Floki. You kissed Floki’s cheek before he bid you goodbye and rushed off your see his Helga.

“And who might you be?” A tall slender woman asked with a bright smile.

“You are dressed like a Christian yet our Floki does not treat you as such.” She added as Ragnar hopped off the boat following after you.

“This is my wife. Aslaug.” Ragnar introduced like he hadn’t just been trying to bed you.

“I see Lagertha has told me a lot about you.” You replied sweetly but she could sense the unsaid words that you did not like her.

“I see.” She muttered with a fake smile.

“Rollo said he would show me where I could stay so I will see you later Ragnar.” You said to the blue eyed man with a smirk on your face.

“Of course princess. I look forward to seeing you at the hall.” He chuckled, his hand brushing across your lower back as Rollo approached you.

Rollo grabbed your belongings hauling them up with ease as you stared at his muscles contracting. Viking men were built different and it honestly had your stomach clenching in need. These men could easily throw you about like you were a rag doll. 

You follow at his side as your wolf Shadow followed closely behind you, staring at people as we passed them. Everyone seemed wary of him but you ignored there looks and stroked his fur as you walked.

“I see my brother has taken an interest in you.” Rollo snorted as we approached a little hut.

“Hmm, perhaps but if I was to bed him the main reason would be because I don’t like his wife. I believe women who like to reck happy homes are witches that need a taste of their own medicine.” You chuckled making Rollo laugh whole heartedly.

“Your honestly is refreshing. You remind me of Lagertha back when she was your age.” He chuckled softly as he got a dreamy look in his eyes.

“You love her.” You stated softly as he lowered you belongs to the floor in the corner of the hut.

“Yes but she has never seen me like that. As long as I can fight with her I can accept that.” He sighed quietly making you smile.

“You’re a sweet man when you want to be Rollo. Maybe if you showed her this side she may change her mind. Women like Lagertha are independent and don’t need a man but that does not mean they don’t want one. Do you know her favourite food or drink?” You asked casually as you began to take your belongings out of the gold and wooden chest Rollo had brought in for you.

“Yes.” He answered curiously before sitting down on a bench that was in the hut.

“Well when we go to the great hall maybe bring her some food and a drink. Don’t say anything just sit next to her quietly maybe even converse with people around you.” You answered sweetly as you dug out your gold and jewels. 

“That seems a little simple.” He huffed with an eye roll.

“Women love when a man knows them. Think of it like Shadow my wolf would. When he wishes to mate he brings his female food and provides comfort for them.” You stated simply as you ran your finger through his fur.

“I see.” He nodded in understanding before glancing at your wolf.

“He seems rather large even for a wolf.”he commented as he stared at the giant dark grey wolf that came up to Rollo a waist meaning he was up to your shoulder.

“I know I have no idea why but I’ve had him since he was a pup. I found him in the woods when I was training. It was snowy and cold. His mother was dead next to him along with two other pups who were dead. They’d starved and then frozen by the looks of it but shadow was smart he caught a squirrel and then burrowed underneath his mother and sister. I buried his family and took him home.” You answered sweetly as Shadow nuzzled into your hand.

“He’s very loyal to you. Most wolves prefer to stay in their own territory but he happily followed you here.” Rollo added before he stood up causing the bench you were both sat on to rattle under you.

You let out a laugh making him roll his eyes once again before he set off to the great hall. You took your jewels and started towards a stall you’d seen on your way here that sold clothes. 

Once there you looked through the clothes before picking out a few things and asking the shop keeper how much. She stared at you with a frown before looking down at the gold with wide eyes.

“This is too much miss.” She stated as she tried to pass you it back.

“I know but I very much like your clothes and you work hard on them I can tell. Even my royal seamstress wasn’t that good.” You chuckled making her flush slightly as she gave you a nod.

“If you would like I could braid your hair for you after you change. You are going to the great hall for the celebration?” She offered kindly making you smile brightly.

You knew how to braid but not as well as the shield maidens so it was nice to have the offer which you gratefully took. She asked you what it was like to grow up around people in England and you asked her some tips on braiding it was pleasant and a lot different from any interactions you’d had with anyone in Wessex.

People may have not said much to your face as you are a princess but that didn’t stop you over hearing the horrible things people said behind your back.

You gave her your thanks and left the old dress with her telling her she could reuse it for whatever she wished. You collected Shadow from the hut before making your way to the Great hall with directions from a few people.

You opened the doors to the great hall your wolf at your side as everyone stared before Floki ran up to you with a childish giggle. He dragged you over to meet Helga who was sweet and very calm compared to her lover.

Rollo sat down next to you but not before passing Lagertha a drink of something and food. You smiled at the action as he engaged you in conversation. Lagertha looked shocked at the action but chose to eat her food and drink from her cup as she kept side eyeing Rollo.

“Well I’m glad you could make it Princess.” Ragnar’s voice stated behind you causing your wolf to growl as you jumped.

“Settle boy.” You whispered to him as he laid back down at your feet. 

“It appears your wolf does not like me.” He huffed playfully as he took a seat next to your other side. 

“Maybe he can sense you devious intentions Ragnar Lothbrok.” You giggled making him smile down at you, his ocean blue eyes shining with there usual mischief. 

“Would you like a tour of our lovely Kattegat?” He asks suddenly and his wife’s eyes found yours with a glare. 

“Hmm I would love to.” You answered sweetly, not taking your eyes off Aslaug. 

You stood up but as you wolf started to follow, you told him to stay making him whine. You rolled your eyes before pointing to Floki.

“Go sit with Floki.” You instructed and he glanced at the man before huffing and walking over to him. Floki stroked his fur as he waved at you to go. 

You were walking beside Ragnar for a few minutes before he moved slightly closer his arm brushing against yours. The white long sleeved dressed was comfortable in the slightly nicer weather Kattegat was experiencing. The dark brown detail down the front was pretty and you were happy to not be wearing the heavy dresses you’d worn as a princess. 

“You seem to be fitting in very well.” Ragnar spoke suddenly causing you to jolt a little.

“Everyone is nice here. It makes a difference from how people treat me in Wessex.” You chuckled as you looked at the small beach in front of you. 

“You were a Princess, how badly could they of treat you.” Ragnar asked sceptically. 

“Men were disgusted by me. Women were afraid of me. To my face they would acted accordingly however I overheard a few things they would say about me behind the kings back…behind mine. They would call me a witch,  say the only bride I could ever be was Satans which by the way is an angel that was kicked out of his heaven and banished to run hell, which is full of demons and people that have sinned.” You rolled your eyes making Ragnar laugh wholeheartedly. 

“Yes Athelstan told me much about Christianity. I believe everyone should worship who they want. I believe in my gods and Athelstan believes in his one god. We are friends despite that.” Ragnar replied with honesty his face serious as he looked down at his boots.

“I believe the same.” You replied softly as you took off your boots before stepping onto the sand with your bare feet.

Ragnar followed your lead, taking off his shoes before stepping onto the sand. He caught up to you his hand coming to rest on your lower back as you contrived strolling, watching the sea. 

His hand felt warm on your lower back, as his eyes gazed at you. You could feel it as it sent shivers down your spine. He shifted a little closer to you, his hand curling around your hip before pulling him close. 

You were pressed against his side as you finally stopped moving down the beach. You could feel his eyes on you as if trying to see your reactions to his sudden closeness.

“Do you love your wife Ragnar?” You suddenly asked making his eye widen though his hands did not move from your hips they weren’t gripping so tightly.

“I thought I did however I think I love that she has given me many sons.” He answered honestly his eyes staring into the darkness that covered the sea.

“I see.” You replied with a small smile.

“I could make you my second wife but I tried that with Lagertha and she left me.” Ragnar sighed softly making you smile.

“I am not surprised Ragnar I would’ve have left too. I have no desire to be your wife Ragnar. If you would like to take me back to my hut and fuck me though, I could definitely agree to that.” You whispered seductively before walking ahead of him towards your hut.

The walk wasn’t long and once the door closed to your hut Ragnar was on you. His right hand tangled in your hair, his lips were on yours as his left hand grabbed your waist pulling your closer.

His tongue stroked across yours gently yet passionately causing you to moan into his mouth his hands immediately trying to rip off your dress. You’d slapped his hands, pulling away from his lips with a grin. 

“Do not rip my new dress Ragnar.” You chuckled softly as you untied the brown leather belt and let it fall to the floor before lifting the white dress over your head and putting it on your chest. 

Ragnar took in your naked form appreciatively as he began stripping. His body was covered with a light amount of hair and muscle definition that you’d never seen on the English men you’d slept with. 

He was built like a beast and it made you clench around nothing, dampness making its way down your thighs. He finally stripped and was back on you, his hands immediately reaching for the back of your thighs to lift you up and laying you on the cold wooden table behind you.

His lips pressed wet, harsh kisses down your sternum nipping at the skin occasionally. Your soft pants and moans filling the air as you stared down at his very clearly hard member. He was big, bigger than you’d had before. 

Ragnar kissed your hip bone before nipping at it the sensation causing a shiver to run down your spine and a deep sultry moan to erupt from your chest. He glanced up at you with a smirk before he continued his path. 

When his lips pressed a kiss right above your slit you were desperate making you thrust upwards to try to get any kind of friction you could. However Ragnar decided hat wasn’t acceptable and slapped the inside of your thigh causing a shocking amount of pleasure.

“Stay still. Naughty girl.” He scolded softly before looking up to see your reaction to his slap. 

You flushed under his gaze as you avoided his eyes. Was that normal? To react like that to being slapped, you thought anxiously. Ragnar’s hands grabbed your hips tightly before he flipped you over so you were bent over the table. 

Before you could question it his hand came down on your ass the sound ringing through the hut. You whimpered, spreading your legs a little so you could push backwards, rubbing against his member. 

“Dirty girl.” Was all Ragnar said before thrusting two fingers inside of your warm wet heat with no warning. 

You let out a startled moan before pushing back onto his fingers eagerly. His free hand massaged the ass cheek he’d just slapped before delivering another one making you moan desperately against him. 

“Ragnar!” You moaned loudly as his fingers started hitting inside you at a different angle causing you to dig your nails into the table beneath you. 

“W-What is that?” You whined softly, trying to push back against his finger.

“I don’t know but I like to call it the magic button.” Ragnar chuckled before thrusting into that spot again. 

“Oh fuck.” 

Your moans were getting louder as they filled the hut, your stomach tensing as it prepared to unravel that amazing feeling you’d only had once or twice. Ragnar’s fingers sped up as he continued his assault on that magic button. 

“Cum for me sweet girl.” Ragnar whispered before his tongue was on your hooded bundle of nerves. 

The angle was awkward for Ragnar it he didn’t care as his tongue lavished you, his finger still never stopping. You clenched around them as his hand came down once against to slap your left ass cheek.

“Oh fuck Ragnar!” You screamed as you finally came around his fingers, your face pressed against the table as you hair splayed messily around you some of it over your face.

“You taste addictive.” He mumbled against you, giving you one last long lick before pulling away from your heat with a wicked smile on his face. 

“You ready my little vixen.” He whispered as he bent over you, his lips tickling against your ear. 

“Mhmm. You gonna fill me up Ragnar? Want you to.” You moaned, your tone needy but quiet. 

Suddenly he thrust into you with no warning just like he had with hi fingers before, causing you to push your back against his naked chest as you pushed him so far in your swore your felt him in your stomach. Your hands gripped his hands that were clutching your hips in an almost painful grip.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you. Want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm fuck you so good and full.” He growled in your ear one of his hand coming up to wrap around your throat, not quite squeezing it just resting there. 

You felt so dazed from your previous orgasm and his words all you could do was nod to his teasing question. His hand squeezed softly as he continued fucking you slowly but hard. 

“Ah ah. Use yours words sweet girl.” He scolded his hand around your throat tightening again so most of your air supply was gone. 

You should’ve been scared but it only served to bring you closer to anther orgasm. You turned you face to look him in the eyes as you finally opened your mouth to speak. He released his grip but never moved his hand as he stared at you expectantly. 

“Want you to fill me up. Fuck me full with your babies.” You moaned, your head leaning against his collarbone. 

“Fuck. I have many sons. You gonna give me more darling?” He asked as his thrusting started getting faster and more rough.

“You gonna drop everything when I’m big and fat to fuck me when I need your cock?” You moaned as you threw your arm up to grasp at his hair as his tightened around your throat again. 

“I’d drop everything to fuck your pretty little flower sweetheart. Mmm you feel so good can wait until your pregnant and desperate for me all the time.” He groaned against your neck his hand on your hip coming around to wrap around your waist tightly as he began pounding into you at an animalistic pace. 

“Oh fuck! Yes!” You screamed loudly as you felt yourself clenching round him as you felt yourself at the edge once again.

His cock was drilling into that special spot that made you see stars, his thrusting becoming less calculated as he neared his end too. You tugged at his braided hair moaning his name as he tightened his grip on your throat and waist.

“Shit. So close.” He moaned in your ear as he brought his hand from your waist to your wet heat, his fingers massaging your little bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me Ragnar fill me up with your seed.” You moaned loudly before kissing him passionately.

Finally you felt your orgasm rip through you like lightening, your eyes falling shut as you pushed back against him, riding out your high as he finally came too. His hot seed filling you up so much you could feel it.

You didn’t get long to enjoy the aftermath as Ragnar flipped you back over and held you legs up in the air, your knees rest over his shoulders.

“Stay still sweet girl. Gotta make sure you stay filled up with me.” He groaned as he looked down at your abused hole.

You giggled at his actions but made no move to stand up, letting him have his way. You were starting to realised there wasn’t a lot you wouldn’t give to him.

After sometime he finally moved to wipe any spillage with a rag. You gave him a stuttered moan as he gave you a single lick his eyes filled with mischief.

“Beautiful.” He whispered before helping you up.

He didn’t leave immediately instead he pulled your firs over in front of the fireplace before starting a fire and laying down beckoning you over.

 “Your wife isn’t going to be happy.” You chuckled as you cuddled into his chest.

“Yes well I don’t much care.” He chuckled his hair undoing you braids gently, letting your hair fall free around your naked shoulders.

BANG!

“Y/N it worked she-” Rollo paused in his words as he took in your naked form cuddled up to his brother.

“Never mind we can talk tomorrow.” He snorted as he sent you a subtle wink.

“And what was that about my little vixen.” He asked in amusement.

“I may of given him tips on how to seduce your ex wife.” You smirked at him making him roll his eyes before placing a kiss on your lips.

“I can’t say I’m that surprised. Now come here, gonna fill you up again pretty girl.” Ragnar growled playfully making you giggle under him.

[featheredclover]

Redamancy

This one shot is inspired by this prompt by @arshifiesta

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“ How long will Sahil be Aman?”

“ An hour”

Swearing under his breath, Arnav brought up a hand to loosen his tie.

“ Marcos has called the garage as well so don’t worry ASR”

Leaning back against the now broken car, Arnav took out his pack of cigarettes and offered one to Aman.

The two men cut out as dashing figures, with their impeccable suits and cigarette dangling from their mouths.

“ You want to sit somewhere? Hartford has great coffee “

“ Sure”

———

They stood in front of a glass door, below the sign ‘Cafe Captain’.

A bell tinkled as Aman swung the door into the place, the place was painted in hues of brown resembling an old British bakery. The strong smell of coffee permeated Arnav’s senses and he headed towards the counter.

“ ….so yes, while a croissant is nice, it doesn’t hold a torch to our cream bun. They melt in your mouth!”

Arnav heard the waitress go on and on about cream buns. He stopped himself from clucking impatiently.

Finally, he thought as he moved forward.

“ One black coffee “

He read the chirpy girl’s name tag- Khushi

A gasp forced him to look back up. “ It is horrendous. Why would you do this? Why? I mean I understand if you are hungover or hmm probably a diabetic, are you?”

“ Um no, I am not”

“ Great! Then darling go sit right there and let me bring you the best cup in Hartford!”

Dumbfounded, Arnav simply paid and went towards the table Khushi had pointed to. It was only when he sat down that he wanted to kick himself.

What am I doing? Black coffee was fine.

It didn’t help that Aman was smirking as he sat down, amusement filling his eyes.

“ I thought no one could boss you around. Glad I am wrong”

“ Just shut up”

He looked up to see the girl walk towards his table with a huge smile.

Placing the huge cup down, she giggled.

“ This will help you! And trust me you will find yourself here everyday “ she said with a wink.

“ And here you go! Lemon tea!”

Aman thanked her while his eyes rested gleefully on a flushed ASR.

It was only after she had taken her place back at the counter, that Arnav looked at his cup.There in white cream was a sun drawn with a smile on it.

——

He found himself at the doorstep of Cafe Captain again the next day. He couldn’t risk bringing that bastard with his all knowing gaze ,with him. Especially,when he himself couldn’t understand the helplessness he felt as he remembered her laughter “ And trust me you’ll find yourself here everyday”

Tinkling bells greeted him and he headed straight towards the queue.

Arnav couldn’t take his eyes off her. The excited bobbing of her head, her laugh, the scrunch of her nose when she disagreed with something, and the way her hands moved when she was explaining the merits of glazed sugar cookies. Everything fascinated Arnav. He felt like he was watching a doll come to life.

And when it was his turn, she flashed him a beautiful smile. “ Just go sit!”

That’s all she said to him. And that’s all he needed.

He watched her work. Preparing his cup , taking the small white jug in her dainty hands and placing it on a coaster.

“Here you go!”

Arnav looked down to see a sunflower smiling up from his coffee. He sipped as he watched her work, chatter and flutter around like a butterfly.

He would never admit the disappointment he felt when she didn’t come to talk to him again. He gulped down the last bit of the milky - sugar filled concoction and headed back out.

——

“ Hey!”

Looking up from the cream doodle of a dog, Arnav stared right into Khushi’s eyes.

“ Congratulations!”

“ Um…for what?”

“ You have been coming here daily for the past week, so now you are my regular “, Khushi said with a wink.

“ Thanks, I guess” Arnav hoped his boring drawl seemed perfect to her. Because otherwise she will know how he really felt about her grouping him with all her other “regulars”.

“ What’s your name? “ she asked in such a soft voice that he found himself answering, forgetting the earlier slight.

“ Arnav”

“Arnav” she repeated as if rolling his name on her tongue.

“ So tell me Arnav, what do you do apart from drinking my marvellous coffee?”she said with a cheeky grin.

“ I run AR.”

“ The design house! Oh my god! I love your clothes! “

“ The designers will be glad to hear that”

“ So…you don’t design any of your clothes?”

“ I used to. Lately…I haven’t found the time”

“ That’s a shame. Something so creative should never be given up!”

Arnav looked away. He should have reminded himself why he didn’t date. He didn’t want a lecture on his workaholism. Di was enough for that.

“ Hey…I am sorry. I didn’t mean to touch on a nerve. God knows I haven’t picked up a guitar since school and I want to scratch anyone’s eyes who reminds me!”

Arnav had to smile at that.

“ Guess that makes us alike”

And in the next moment, his breath caught, as Khushi’s cheeks flushed a beautiful pink.

——

Aman tore into his chapati, as Anjali served more aloo-matar onto his plate.

“ Slow down Aman! There’s enough for you to eat till you burst!” Anjali laughed.

Shyam smiled, “ Well, that’s what bachelor life is, isn’t it? Perennially hungry, filling time with cup noodles and coffee! Aman and Arnav, it’s time for both of you to get married.”

“ Speaking of coffee, Arnav does seem ready to be hitched” Aman spoke before stuffing his mouth again, oblivious to Arnav’s glare.

“ Chotte! Who is the girl? When were you going to tell us?”

“ And what is the connection with coffee saale saheb?”

The chair screeched as Arnav pushed it back and stood up, silencing them all.

“ I am done with lunch”

And he walked out, ignoring Anjali’s protests and Aman’s laughter.

That bastard.

As he roamed the streets of New York, Arnav couldn’t help but wonder about Khushi. He was smitten, he had admitted with quite difficulty one evening, when he had been driven mad when he learnt Khushi had taken a leave because she was sick. The next day he brought a basket of apples and a bouquet of lilies for her. Her giggle had been worth the embarrassment he had felt ,when Aman found out what he was planning to do.

But did she like him? He kicked a rock at the curb and exhaled in frustration. She seemed to greet all her customers with the same glee and modify their opinions on sweet treats with as much vigour as she poured the sugar in his coffee.

His only hope was the doodle on his daily coffee. He hadn’t seen her do that to anyone’s cup. The others would just get simple cream hearts.That was a sign wasn’t it?

That’s it. ASR is not so weak that he is brought to his knees by a woman. He will ask her if she’s interested in him. That’s simple. He has tackled million dollar deals with fabric companies, this would be nothing.

———

Arnav swirled the wheel, drove forward and parked, unaware of the light in his eyes as it fell on the brightly lit coffee shop.

He pushed the cafe’s door open, but the sight in front of him made him stop in his tracks.

Khushi had thrown her head back in laughter as a man stood leaning against her counter.

A splinter opened somewhere in his chest as he realised he had never made her laugh like this. He had never made her blush so red. Overwhelmed, Arnav was about to turn back and leave when his eyes caught Khushi’s.

With no choice but to get through the evening, he headed towards his usual table. He didn’t glance at the man again, he couldn’t. He wanted to tear him to pieces. He clenched his trembling hand into a fist.

He looked up at Khushi when she placed his cup down. She was still a beautiful shade of pink. Her smile was soft, her eyes glazing. Before he could say a word, she had moved back towards her counter in a hurry.

Frowning slightly, Arnav glanced down at his coffee. He gulped painfully as he saw bloody hearts on them. So, this new man comes along and he doesn’t get a special doodle. He gets what all her customers get. That’s what he was to her. A douchebag in a suit, who had nothing better to do every evening than sip her coffee.

Arnav shut his eyes, and breathed deeply. He opened them to see that it had begun raining outside. Bloody poetic, he thought. Unable to control the spiralling of his emotions, Arnav stood up in a flash and dashed out of the cafe, his coffee left untouched.

——

His leather shoes splashed against the fallen raindrops as he hurried to get to his car. To get out of this damned place.

He heard footsteps behind him before he heard the shout “ Arnav!”

He turned to see Khushi holding an umbrella above herself and another in her hand. She smiled somewhat hesitatingly, as she extended the umbrella to him.

Rage flooded his being as he stared at the beautiful woman standing before him, a deepening sorrow in him as he was reminded of his one sided love.

“Don’t need it “ he gritted out.

Her eyes widened in shock at his tone.

“ Wha- what happened ?”

“You want to know what happened? I have not been able to function normally ever since I walked into your bloody cafe after my car broke down that god forsaken day! You and your sweet coffee have driven me mad. And here I am, a grown man, waiting for the clock to strike 5 so that I can leave to travel from New York to Hartford. Just to…just to hear you laugh, just to see you smile, just to get a doodle on my coffee. A doodle that’s just mine. And today yo- you are laughing with another man, turning red when he is speaking. And..and doodling just hearts for me! Hearts you do for every other regular of yours.” Arnav burst out, every word hiding his grief.

He stared at Khushi for a moment. A moment in which both of them didn’t even dare to breathe .

Her grip loosened as the umbrellas fell from her hands, she reached him in a few steps, uncaring of the rain soaking her, entwined her hands around his neck and kissed him.

Arnav froze as her warmth permeated his whole being. A rush of joy flooded his brain. But it wasn’t enough. His hands grabbed her waist, tightening in desperation as he deepened the kiss. He tilted her back further as he drank her. A shiver ran through Khushi as she moved her hands to clutch his hair in an almost painful grasp. She pushed his shoulder lightly, as she attempted to break away from the kiss. Arnav kissed the corner of her lips, before kissing down her neck to her collar bones.

“ Arnav! “ Khushi giggled. “ It’s raining pretty heavily, if you haven’t noticed “

He stood looking at her smiling figure. Breaking out of his trance, he grabbed her hand, and began walking to his car.

——

“ Cold na?” Khushi asked with an obvious shiver, as she rubbed her hands together vigorously for some warmth.

Arnav reached into the dashboard, took out a navy blue sweater, which was a size too large for her and without a word dropped it over her head.

She giggled again. Arnav couldn’t help smiling.

He heard her gasp, before he felt her soft hand grabbing his rough one.

“Arnav” she began “ The man I was laughing with was Noah, my sister Lavanya’s boyfriend. He..he was teasing me about…er.. about you. That’s why I was umm turning red” she finished, turning more red than ever before.

His hands turned her face towards him gently. His lips taking hers in a soft kiss.

“Really?” he asked huskily.

“ Really! In fact, I thought you would understand those hearts I drew because I had been drawing something different for you everyday! It had two hearts, Arnav, and they were struck by an arrow. And no, I don’t do this for anyone else” she finished with a pout.

“ I am sorry” he murmured before drawing her into a kiss again. He felt like an addict, he couldn’t get enough of her and he definitely couldn’t leave her tonight.

As she sat, huddled close to him she whispered

“ I love you Arnav”

Tightening his hold on her, he looked down at her lying across his chest. “ I love you too Khushi, more than you can ever imagine “

For now it was enough. It was enough knowing that Arnav was going back to drink the now cold coffee with relish. It was enough knowing that they were going to spend the night in Khushi’s apartment above the cafe. It was enough knowing that two hearts were beating as one.

For now, the rain poured relentlessly , providing them a curtain of privacy as they remained wrapped in each other’s love in the car. Arnav marvelled in the redamancy, as he held the woman he loved in his arms, who loved him.

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The Great Jonathan Byers Conspiracy

(Or, Jonathan was framed and I'm going to prove it)

So I started a rewatch of the show and I'm on episode two of s1. I get to the part towards the end where Jonathan is taking photos of Nancy. So I think "Okay. This is the part where we see Jonathan take a photo of Nancy topless, right? We see him notice Nancy take her top off and then raise the camera to take another photo, right?"

But that's not what happened

The scene happens as follows. We see Jonathan snap a photo of Nancy— with her shirt on— before the scene cuts inside of Steve's room.

Nancy then removes her top. Nancy and Steve start making out and we cut back to Jonathan who lowers his camera.

This is the part where I expected Jonathan to lift his camera up and start taking more pictures. That's how I remember it happening. But no, we instead see Jonathan focus his attention back to the pool and snap a picture of Barb instead.

So what the hell? Am I being gaslit?

I remember so distinctly a moment where we see Jonathan consciously raise the camera to take another picture of her topless, and yet it's not there. I do still want to clarify however, that the topless photo of Nancy does still exist. We see it clearly in the following episode. So yes, Jonathan did still take a photo of Nancy topless, we just don't see him take it.

But according to a lot of people online, we did see it, the Duffer Brothers just removed it.

I remember hearing about this when it first cropped up, which was partially prompted by the Duffers joking to "George Lucas" Will's birthday in season 2, which they never ended up doing anyway. They also stated on Twitter that no scene had ever been digitally edited, and didn't plan to in the future.

So the Duffers must be lying, right? Otherwise why how would so many people remember seeing that scene? I guess there’s no way to be sure without a DVD or Blu-Ray of the show.

But wait, I have a DVD of season one. I got it for Christmas! But I’m staying at my parents house and I don’t feel like driving three hours just to prove a point. I guess all is lost for the moment.

Unless…

It was at this part of my spiraling that I sent a crazed two minute voice memo at 11:00 at night to my roommate and good friend @lemonsoured filling him in on my conspiracy, and then leaving instructions to go downstairs, locate my season one DVD on the living room shelf, put the DVD into my PS4, go to the end of episode two and take a phone recording of the scene in question.

And lo and behold, the scene of Jonathan taking pictures of Nancy, exactly as it appears on Netflix.

So I am aware that in the video there isn’t much to indicate that this is in fact a recording of the DVD and not a recording of the Netflix version, so you’ll just have to take my word for it. But still, ask any DVD or Blu-Ray owner for what is on their disk, and I can garuntee that they’ll all give the same answer.

Because the shot of Jonathan taking the photo of Nancy never existed. The Duffers aren’t lying. The masses collectively lied to themeselves.

But how did this happen? How did a massive audience full of people, including myself, come to believe that there was a moment of Jonathan consciously taking that photo?

I’ll tell you why. It was a psyop to defame character!

Usually when a new season of Stranger Things rolls around, there comes the flow of comments on twitter saying “Hey, remember when Jonathan took a photo of Nancy changing and now she’s in a relationship with him?” which is usually done in the name of trying to bring down Jonathan and build up Steve.

And I’m not doing this to try to claim that Jonathan is a completely innocent baby who actually did nothing wrong. After all, the topless photo does still exist and as @notmybabies pointed out in the replies of one of posts, Jonathan chose to go through the process of developing it anyway. So he’s not completely off the hook. If the Duffers did want to eradicate Jonathan’s faults, then they would have digitally edited the topless Nancy photo to a different one, something that would have been possible.

But you ever notice how it’s always “Jonathan is a creep” and never “Steve called Nancy a slut and Jonathan a queer?”

I adore Steve, but what I’m trying to see is people seem to try and diminish the depth and complications of both of these characters, and it usually results in fans making Jonathan out to be a sex depraved pervert who has always had it out for Nancy, while Steve is their angel who could do no wrong. Steve couldn’t have had a good redemption arc if there wasn’t a place for him to grow from!

They never want to acknowledge that Jonathan was a lonely kid who made a bad mistake which he apologized for while looking for his brother and that Steve was a different person before he decided to change. Eliminating these character’s depths is eliminating what makes them interesting characters! Neither are completely pure and neither are completely evil!!

So in conclusion:

[guardian-of-time-if]

Final Days with MC Snippet: Gaderous

So it's been a hot minute since I posted the rest of these snippets, but this one was giving me trouble. Gat is one of the harder characters for me to write, and I struggled with this scenario. His will be the last one in the set (sorry Sentinel) because I cannot think of a scene with Sentinel that would fit the prompt as he also has a long lifespan.

An unusually warm autumn breeze swept through the air, brushing against Gat’s cheek. He sucks in the warm air from his spot against the towering oak tree. The weather was perfect for a nice quiet picnic, something so familiar it took little effort to get right at this point. 

He twists a flower between his fingers. If she was any later, he would keep them. He smiles to himself at the thought before setting it back in the place he arranged for it. His smile drops when he notices the flower seems out of place, and leans forward to adjust it again. He shouldn’t have picked it up even if he was bored. Now, he’s never going to get it back in it’s proper place.

“It’s just a flower Gaderous,” a voice calls out, grabbing his attention. “You’re not performing emergency surgery in the middle of a battlefield.”

Gat smiles, rising to greet his lover. “Unlike the healers you’re used to, beautiful, I give every patient my undivided attention, however insignificant they might seem to the rest of the world.”

“Is that why you pay so much attention to me?”

“You are not one of my patients,” he says, as they sit down. “You have my undivided attention because you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen walk the face of Tarken.”

She laughs. “Have you been reading poetry again, or are you trying to get me to agree to something you know I don’t want to do?”

“Oh, I definitely want something, but I’d bet money, its something you want to.”

She gives him the side eye. “This I’ve got to hear.”

Instead of answering, he reaches over and pulls her into his lap. 

“Gaderous!” She yelps, and he responds by kissing her ear.

“I was hoping for a kiss, but we can eat first since I made the effort.”

“Considering you made the effort because it’s my birthday, I think I get to decide what we do after we eat.”

“It’s your birthday?” He asks, earning himself a brief smack on the chest with no force behind it. 

“You know it is. After this many years you better know.”

“Or maybe I’m just getting old enough to not remember anything.”

She rolls her eyes, and reaches for some of the fruit, but doesn’t move out of his lap. As they eat, Gat tries to keep a perfect balance in the atmosphere between lighthearted banter, reminiscing, and flirting.

“What’s wrong?” She asks after Gat finishes a joke.

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re trying too hard. When you’re trying not to think about things, you occupy your mind with other things like the exact position of flowers.”

“What if I just really want to impress you?”

She rolls her eyes. “We’ve been together for decades at this point. You don’t need to impress me with a date.”

“We could be together for ten thousand years, and I would still spend every day of my life trying to impress you.”

“Gaderous,” she pleads, drawing out his name.

He sighs. “Fine. How long are we going to pretend this is normal?”

“What are we pretending is normal?”

“We celebrate your birthday every year as if it actually matters. You’re not actually getting older.”

“You want to stop celebrating my birthday?” She asks, drawing her eyebrows together.

“No. I-” He gently moves her off his lap. “You’re aging, and I’m not. I didn’t realize how weird it was going to be until we got here.”

“I-”

“Someone actually asked me the other day if you were my daughter.”

Her eyes double in size, and she coughs. “Daughter?!’

He nods. “We have now gotten to the point where I look old enough to be your dad. That’s weird, or at least it feels weird. Even outside of the appearance thing, I’m starting to notice that my mind is slipping. I made a joke about forgetting your birthday earlier, but I have been forgetting things more lately, and I’m not getting around as easily as I used to.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me that?” She asks, cupping his cheek.

“I didn’t want you to worry, but it has made me wonder, if you wouldn’t be happier without me.”

���Don’t say that,” she chides. “We’re in this together.”

“Before you helped me escape the cult, a lot of our members asked me to check on their elderly family members. Those visits were always rough. People becoming fragments of who they once were. I don’t want you to remember me that way.”

“Gat,” she breathes out his name.

“It would be one thing, if it was reciprocal, and we were both aging together, but it’s just me. I can’t do that to you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to decide that?” She asks, brushing her fingers through his hair.

“Obviously what you want matters, but even if you are willing to, I don’t want you to stay and watch me deteriorate.”

“Gaderous, look at me,” she orders. “Do not push me away from you because you’re afraid of getting old.”

“I’m not afraid of getting old. I’m afraid of losing myself. That aging will change who I am enough that I won’t be me anymore.” He leans his head into the crook of her neck. “I didn’t want to do this to you today.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she assures. “I’d rather know what’s troubling you.”

“I’d rather go back to trying my hardest not to think about it, if it's all the same to you.”

[honeylations]

CHANELLE MOON x FEM!READER

Prompt: You break up with your boyfriend because you fell in love with your bestfriend. And she’s very much in love with you too.

Warnings/Notes: Soccer player/captain Chanelle, high school au, violence, bestfriends to lovers YEEEHEEEE

A/N: Because we love Chanelle <3

BRO HER SMILE???

Got me fucked up fr.

OKIE TO THE STORY✨

———

You stared at your reflection in the school bathroom mirror, reassuring yourself that everything was going to be okay, that you’re only following what your heart wanted. But not matter how many breaths you took, your heart was still beating painfully fast from the anxiety.

“I knew I’d find you here, loser” Jiwoo spoke.

You didn’t even hear her come in.

“Sorry, was fixing my lipstick” you lied and Jiwoo could see it.

“It’s okay to feel nervous, Y/n. This is for the sake of your heart”

You looked at her and slowly nodded. “You’re right”

“Come on, let’s get this over with”

Once you reached the soccer field, you saw Chanelle waving at you happily from afar, already sweaty from the drills she went through with the team. You waved back before walking over to where the boys soccer team were training.

Soobin ran towards you, about to wrap his arms around your waist but you were quick enough to stop him. “Everything alright, babe?”

The name made you cringe.

“Soobin, I wanna talk privately” You said while fiddling with your fingers.

“I’m in the middle of practice” He frowned.

“Just for a few minutes, please?”

The rest of his team appeared behind him, Yeonjun juggling the ball between his hands when he smiled at you.

“Hey sis”

“Hi Yeon. Can I speak with Soobin please?” You asked your older brother.

“Yeah of course-“

“Y/n, I don’t have time for this. If you have something to say, then my boys can hear it too” He scoffed and crossed his arms.

Jiwoo rolled her eyes and raised her brows at you to just say it. “Alright then. I want to break up”

The smirk he had died down immediately, arrogance turning into confusion, then turning into anger.

“What?”

“You heard me Soobin. These past weeks of being with you, I noticed you don’t even treat me right as your girlfriend. Everything always had to be your way no matter how inconvenient yet they were. Oh and to mention that you openly flirt with other girls but get mad at me when I ask Huening Kai for his study notes?”

“I-I…”

“Don’t even try to defend your actions because you knew what you did was wrong but it sadly hurts your ego to man up and own up to your mistakes and that’s what my brother and friends warned me about”

Soobin looked at Yeonjun who death stared him.

“And also I’m in love with someone else” You finally confessed. “Someone who actually cared about me and took my feelings into consideration when you never did”

The taller boy’s jaw clenched as he stepped closer. “You can’t break up with me”

“Oh? And why’s that?”

He abruptly held your wrist tightly. “Because I said so, you’re gonna be my girlfriend whether you like it or not”

Yeonjun dropped the ball and approached Soobin out of anger only to get shoved away. “Fuck off Yeonjun”

“Don’t fucking touch my sister, you worthless piece of shit!” He yelled, trying to escape Taehyun’s hold.

“Chanelle…isn’t that Y/n?” Moa pointed.

The said girl looked behind her, seeing your pained and scared expression when Soobin forcefully grabbed you and pushing your brother.

“Fuck” Chanelle grabbed the soccer ball and ran towards you with Moa and Iroha following.

She ditched the ball hard into Soobin’s face who fell backwards. “AH!”

Chanelle was quick to look at your wrist, blood boiling at the bruise the boy left behind. “Are you okay?”

You didn’t get time to answer when Soobin stood back up and harshly shoved Chanelle into you that you both fell over, your head hitting the ground quite hard.

“Piece of shit!” Chanelle got back up and threw her fist into Soobin’s face, a gross crack heard by the entire crowd.

“Y/n!” Jiwoo and Iroha helped you sit up, gasping at the blood that started to drip from your nose.

On the other hand, Chanelle was completely on top of the boy, swinging at his face and ignoring the pain she was feeling in her knuckles. Yeonjun pushed in and yanked Chanelle away from the bleeding Soobin.

“I fucking hated you from the start, Choi Soobin. I’ll kill you next time” The taller girl growled, shrugging away Yeonjun’s hands.

“And next time, I’ll help” Yeonjun added to the threat.

“Chanelle, take care of my sister please. I’ll deal with this idiot first”

The female soccer captain nodded and kneeled in front of you, cupping your face. “Y/n?”

“I don’t think I can stand. My head hurts so much” You whined, accepting the tissue Moa was shoving in your face.

Chanelle hooked one arm under your back and the other under your knees, carrying you bridal style. “I’ll carry you to the nurse’s office then”

“This is so kdrama coded” Iroha whispered to Jiwoo who laughed.

“T-Thank you” You mumbled shyly, hiding your red face into her neck.

“Moa, can you take charge of training?”

Moa saluted cutely. “Yes boss!”

Finally being treated by the nurse, your blood nose stopped and Chanelle held an ice pack on your wrist, her own knuckles being kindly wrapped up by the nurse.

“I need to send papers to the principal about this so I’ll leave you two here. Just close the door properly before you go” The nurse said, you and Chanelle nodding in response.

“Are your hands okay?” You whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Chanelle whispered back that made you chuckle.

“I’m still shaken up about what happened. I didn’t expect Soobin to react like that”

Chanelle placed the ice pack on the table beside her and held your hands out of comfort. “What happened anyways?”

“I dumped him, that’s what happened” You looked away.

The soccer captain couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over her body. “Why?”

Looking back into her charming eyes, you smiled. “Because I’m in love with someone else”

Chanelle felt her hope jump out the window. “Oh…May I ask who?”

You noticed the slight disappointment in her tone which got you giggling. She looked so cute trying to hide her jealousy. “Well she’s on your soccer team”

“Eh? Is it Moa? She is quite smart isnt she”

You cupped her face and squished her cheeks together. “You’re so dumb”

“Hey! Don’t be mean, I’m trying to be supportive here”

“Ugh you idiot, it’s not Moa! It’s you! I love youuuu~” You cooed.

Chanelle’s eyes sparkled. “Huhhhhhhhh? You love me? Me??? As in Choi Y/n loves Chanelle Moon?!!”

You laughed as Chanelle moved closer. “Say it again so I know I’m not dreaming”

“I love you, loser!”

Chanelle punched the air to show her victory. “I love you too, Y/n. I always have” she held your waist lovingly.

Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips against her’s, clearly catching her off guard but she returned the gesture anyways. Your arms moved around her neck, letting her tower over your sitting position on the bed. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against your’s.

“I’m so happy, Y/n. You make me so happy”

“Good. I’d be worried if I didn’t”

“Don’t make me take back what I said” She frowned.

“You’re such a baby~” You looked at her lips.

“I’m your baby”

“Yes. Yes you are” You smiled and this time Chanelle made the move to kiss you.

A/N: ok so I wrote this before I found out our baby girl got eliminated T^T

I’ll remain delusional :p

[peachiejeongin]

The Phantoms Part 8: Edge of Great | Bang Chan

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 (You Are Here) | Part 9 | Part 10

Synopsis: Y/n finds herself daydreaming over Chan while dancing with Felix, Han cannot figure out why Minho is acting so weird, and the phantoms are booked to play another gig at y/n's house.

Pairing: phantom!Bang Chan x fem!reader [Occurs in this chapter] (Minsung if you squint)

Genre: Julie and the Phantoms/3RACHA AU, Crack, Angst, Fluffy Moments

Warnings: Mentions of death

Notice: Part 8! Almost there, now! As always, I have no ownership of 'Julie and the Phantoms,' nor do I believe Han is gay in real life. Also, I got a bit lazy at some parts because I had no idea how to write them </3 Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy the chapter, my darlings!

Your little brother was in the dark of the house using his iPad to try and catch a ghost on camera. A shatter from the kitchen was heard, and he was hopeful it was a ghostly figure; however, when the lights flickered on, all that met his eyes was your aunt, who exasperatedly told your brother that ghosts were not real. Yet, she was unaware of the three ghosts in the living room watching the interaction.

"Typical adult!" Changbin sat perched on the arm of a chair, exclaiming at the sight before his eyes. "Do you remember when we were little kids, and they always tried to debunk our ideas?"

"I think that's just a 'you' thing, dude," Han disagreed, laying back on the couch. "I was pretty trustworthy as a kid."

"Shouldn't we be more worried about y/n?" Chan countered the both of them, his heart fluttering just thinking about you; the ghost was in a slouching position, his handed clasped together and his fingers fiddling with one another out of worry. "Her dad busted her, and he's probably making her quit the band as we speak."

"Well, we can't really do anything about that now," Changbin shrugged his shoulders, "but we can still help y/n's brother. Adults not believing kids ends tonight! Showtime!" Changbin flashed Han and Chan a playful smirk before he reached for the lamp; he proceeded to flicker the light off, which immediately caught the attention of your aunt and brother.

"Ghosts aren't real?" your brother repeated, mocking your aunt's prior words. "Explain that, then!" Changbin proceeded to open his arms in a prompting gesture.

"Light bulbs burn out all the time! It's nothing!" Your aunt waved her hand dismissively, and Changbin tsked at the matter.

"Wrong answer, Auntie!" Changbin hopped out of his seat, making his way over the to blinds of the nearby window. "Explain this!" He then began moving the strings to blinds up and down rapidly, causing them to open and shut in a swift motion. His actions caused Chan to cross his arms and roll his eyes, as Han threw his hands up in an annoyed manner.

Your aunt took a firm grasp of your brother's shoulders, a fearful expression quickly washing over her features.

"Do you think it's mom?" your brother asked, hope lacing his tone.

"Your mother would never scare us like this!" your aunt nearly screamed. "This is demonic work!" At your aunt's claim, Changbin stopped pandering with the blinds.

"Hey! Words hurt!" he dejectedly stated as a pout overcame his lips, inaudible to the living audience.

"Wait, I gotta get this on video!" your little brother commented, pulling up the camera feature on his iPad.

"Yeah, you do!" Changbin agreed, pointing to the young boy. "Time for an old classic!" The bassist then picked up a plain white sheet out of a closeby laundry basket and threw it over his head, moving around in stutters around the living room. Your brother tried to take a picture of the chaos, but the camera was in selfie mode; instead, he caught a humerous picture of your aunt screaming her head off. Before he could try again, your auntie frantically pulled him away from the living room. Han and Chan stared in disbelief, but did not do anything to stop Changbin's antics.

The latter of the three boys threw the sheet back in the basket, laughing in triumph as he fell downwards back onto the recliner. He looked at the boys, his playful smile contrasting Chan's anger and Han's astoundment.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" Han inquired, his tone coming off more aggressive than intended.

"Yeah, I do!" Changbin assured. "I just stood up for every kid that has never been believed by an adult! Some may say I'm a super hero!" Changbin pondered for a moment before his eyes widened in realization.

"We should definitely hide before y/n finds out, huh?"

---

"Y/n, we need to talk."

Speaking of you, your were currently stomping up the steps to your house and being reprimanded by your father for sneaking out to go to the showcase. You let out a heavy sigh and stopped in the middle of the walkway, unable to meet your dad's gaze.

"So, skipping school, missing tests, and sneaking out even when I specifically told you to stay in your room and study?" Your dad was furious, there was no denying that; his eyes were narrowed and he crossed his arms as he talked.

"I know. I'm sorry," you replied, your voice barely audible due to guilt.

"You keep saying that," your dad countered. "If you would just let me in, I could have been excited about tonight! I hate having these conversations, y'know. Why didn't you tell me you were in a band?"

"It all just happened so fast!" you retaliated, your demeanor louder than your previous speakings. "Look, I have had a life-changing experience these past few weeks. When I play music, I feel so much closer to mom!"

"And you know I love that," your dad responded. "But Auntie is right; school needs to come first."

"And I know that, but without the band, without my friends, I would have never made it back into the music program. They played with me when I was trying to earn back my spot!" You finally explained the entire story to your dad, causing his eyes to widen and a confused smirk to etch onto his face.

"They did?"

"Yes! This band is my thing, Dad," you sighed as you flickered your gaze between him and the pavement.

"Well." As your dad began to talk, breaking the moment of quietness, you feared the worse; you were confident he was going to take the band away, that he was going to take your one connection to your mother away. Yet, his next words shocked you:

"I'd be a jerk of a dad to take that away from you, wouldn't I be?" Your eyes brightened, but your lips stayed molded into depressed pulsation as your dad continued. "You can stay in the band, BUT you need to keep up with school. Plus, I need to be kept in the loop."

"Seriously?" You smiled, watching your dad as he nodded his head.

"Of course."

"Thanks, Dad!" You flund yourself into your father's arms, embracing him in a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. You broke away after a few seconds, confused at the dejected expression your dad now had.

"That lady at the show," he began. "She was some sort of manager, right? Could've been a big deal for you?"

"Who knows?" You shrugged it off. "Hopefully, she'll get to see us play again. Which I will tell you about."

"You better!" your dad playfully replied. "Because if I ever catch you sneaking out again, or if your grades tank, I'm pulling the plug! Or wires. Or whatever it is that makes holograms...hologram." You shook your head rapidly in understanding, awkwardness taking over the conversation. "By the way, do I ever get to meet these guys?" Your eyes widened at the question, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat from nervousness.

"Probably not!" You thought of something on the spot to tell your dad, settling on the fact that the phantoms were from Canada and that being seen was not their thing, which was only partially a lie.

"Well whoever and whereever they are, thank them for bringing my daughter back."

---

The next morning, you ventured downstairs to hear your dad and Changbin humming 'Finally Free' while the former was making breakfast. Your dad began to talk about how he wanted to make up for interrupting your conversation with the manager, thus he told you of his plan of hosting a garage party with some help from Flynn, while Changbin made comments about their now, "one-sided friendship."

"Oh! We're having a gig...at our house." At your lack of enthusiasm, your dad told you that the performance could be professionally filmed and put on YouTube, making your demeanor flip entirely.

"You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! It's only fair!" He walked to the fridge to grab a drink, and Changbin beamed.

"Best dad ever!" the bassist exclaimed. "I'll go tell the guys." Changbin quickly glanced at your dad and waved goodbye.

"It's cool, you don't have to answer. You can't even see me, so makes sense." You chuckled at Changbin's antics before he warped out of the kitchen.

---

You strutted to your locker as third period ended; you grabbed your dance bag and a couple of other items for the performance you and Felix would be giving today. It had snuck up on you, and dread was overtaking the excitement you had felt that morning over the house party gig.

As you slammed your locker shut, your fearful thoughts were halted by a figure standing behind the metallic door.

"Hey there," Chan smirked, leaning on the cerulean lockers. You jumped back, gasping before you realized it was only him; the sight of him alone made your cheeks heat up and clear your throat rather obnoxiously.

"Normal people don't do that, contrary to what High School Musical may have taught you, and ghosts definitely shouldn't either." You crossed your arms, not being able to help the soft smile that came across your face; however, Chan looked rather confused.

"High School what?"

"Oh, right, movie from the 2000s," you quickly explained, forgetting that Chan would not have seen the film. "Anyways, what are you doing here?"

"Well, we need to talk about what song we're gonna play tonight," the Australian explained, his accent sending shivers through your body that it never had prior. "I was thinking..."Edge of Great?'" You tilted your head to the side slightly as a soft hum escaped you. You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out your phone. You acted as if you were dialing a number and put the device up to your ear, the action of which made Chan scoff.

"Seriously, Love?" he questioned, the nickname causing your heart to thump. "You're just going to take a call in the middle of our conversation? This is really-"

"Hey! So glad you picked up my call, that way people won't think I'm talking to myself!" you interjected Chan's indignant rant, causing him to halt and nod in amusment and understanding.

"Okay, nice save!" Chan shot a wink your way, his own pulse racing as he did so.

"But, yes, I think 'Edge of Great' would be perfect for tonight," you agreed with him, causing him to smile once more.

"Great! Well, that's pretty much what I wanted to talk to you about, so..." Chan trailed off, his voice faltering as he shoved his hands in his pants pockets and stared down at the ground.

"Oh!" you responded, a tad down that the conversaton could not continue farther; you loved talking to Chan. After all, conversation flowed so easily with him and never felt forced. You gave him a shy smile, causing him to shake his head in order to correct himself.

"Actually, I did want to talk to you about one more thing." He went back on his prior statement, reaching one hand up to scratch at the nape of his neck. "It's uh...I think you uh...you know." His voice kept stuttering, and it was evident he was anxious about something.

He was not sure what was wrong with him in that moment; he had talked himself up to this all morning. He wanted to tell you how you made him feel, how you had won his heart over the past few weeks, how your performance last night was the proving factor; however, his words caught in his throat at this moment, and he could not find the courage to do it. Therefore, he settled on telling you how you made him a, "better writer," while mentally facepalming himself for being such a coward.

His kind words, although not what intended, made your eyes sparkle with joy and your heart warm with affection. You gave a shy smile, feeling the heat in your cheeks flare up further.

"I think we make each other better," you responded, causing the ghost to stare at you in awe.

"Y/n, why don't you just ditch with me today?" he asked impulsively; his tone became low, almost husky as it was coated in admiration, causing your eyes to widen, your throat drying up from the endearing effect of his rasp. "Let's just go rehearse, or at least spend the day together."

"Believe me, I would love to, but I can't. I promised my dad school first." Your expression saddened at the fact that you had to turn down a day with Chan; in contrast, his demeanor seemed to become more cheeky.

"Well, you came to school first, and now you're leaving to go rehearse!" the phantom countered, his voice becoming even more breathy, and to you, downright attractive. "Come on, I can't do this without you, Love." You shook your head playfully, attempting to conceal the ever-present red hue on your face.

"I-I can't," you repeated, your voice stumbling over itself. "Plus, I told Felix I would be his dance partner."

Speaking of Felix, you heard his deep voice call your name as he approached you, passing slightly through Chan in the process. He was wearing a black button-up shirt, complimented by dress pants in the same color.

"And he's heading this way! Gotta go, bye!" You pretended to hang up the phone, focusing your attention onto Felix, which made Chan scowl out of slight jealousy.

"Talking about me, aye?" Felix gave a playful smirk, which only made Chan's disapproval heighten.

"'Talking about me aye?' She was, but not in that way you little-"

You cleared your throat loudly, signalling for Chan to shut up before you turned back to Felix.

"Yeah! Just telling my dad about how we're dance partners today."

"Cool! Speaking of, you ready for the performance?" Felix questioned, nervousness present in his words.

"Yeah, we're gonna do great!" you assured the boy; although, you felt a bit fearful yourself.

"Glad you're confident," Felix chuckled out. "After three classes, I'm convinced I got worse. But hey, I've got my secret weapon." Felix shot a finger gun and wink your way, causing Chan to jerk his head back in surprise.

"Awe, someone has a crush on y/n!" he teased the boy, and you for that matter, eliciting a 'shhh' from you; upon that, Felix furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Pshhh," you quickly saved your sudden action. "You're silly!"

"No, seriously, I am nothing without you," Felix affirmed his prior statement. Meanwhile, Chan was standing behind him, mocking his every word and action.

"You'll do great!" You shoved at Felix's shoulder. "See you in there?"

"Yeah, I'll be the guy trying not to make us look stupid," he replied sarcastically as he walked away, looking back at you whilst beaming; Chan followed Felix for a short time before turning back your way.

"Oh, he is just too cute!" Chan mocked, partially to tease you but the other part out of jealousy. "You gonna pick him over me?"

"Boundaries!" You rolled your eyes at the boy's comment, beginning to stride away from him. "We can rehearse after school."

"I know you're smiling, y/n!" Chan called once your back was fully to him. You were indeed smiling, grinning even as you walked away; it was Chan, so you really had no other option due to the feelings erupting in your heart. Chan made one final call before you had walked completely out of sight.

"Kill it on the dance floor!"

---

"Breathe in," your dance instructor commanded as the pairs stood in place for the performance. "Shake out your nerves, and..." her voice trailed off as she began the music.

You took a moment to reassure Felix's nervousness, although you may have accidentally called him Chan once or twice. You sheepishly covered your mistake by saying you were thinking of something else and your mind wandered. Felix nodded skeptically; you then tried to focus on your ensuing performance. The music began and you recited the routine you had been practicing in class for days, nailing every step. Felix smirked at you, nodding in beat with the music as he truly did think of you as his, "secret weapon," for the performance. You reciprocated the beam, turning to face the mirror; you were not expecting what happened next.

In the middle of the dance, you found yourself slipping into your thoughts, the melody pulling you under like a gentle tide. When you blinked, Chan had somehow replaced Felix as your partner. His hand slid into yours, warm and steady, grounding you despite the rush of your imagination. The world seemed to blur at the edges, leaving only the two of you in focus. The soft glow of the stage lights caught the gleam in his eyes, reflecting a quiet confidence that made your breath hitch.

Every step you took with him felt weightless, like you were gliding across the floor on air. His movements were fluid and deliberate, each one aligning perfectly with the sweeping crescendos of the music. You could feel the heat radiating from his palm against yours, an anchor that tethered you to the moment. Your heart thudded against your ribs, so loud you wondered if he could hear it.

A shy warmth spread across your cheeks, the pink glow rising as his gaze never left yours. Your smile came unbidden, soft yet unshakable, a reflection of the joy coursing through you. The room seemed to hum with an unspoken connection, every twist and turn leaving a trail of sparks in its wake. This—dancing with him—felt effortless, like this was how it was always meant to be. The performance wasn’t just perfect; it was a dream brought to life.

At the end of the song, you snapped out of your trance.

"Hey, that was awesome!" Felix's voice sounded, which was was rang you out of your train of thought. "Thanks, partner!" Judging by his reaction, the dance went inferably perfectly. You did not bask in the greatness however, instead opting to nod in agreement before speeding away into the music room.

---

"Look, we add the echoes during the chorus, then when y/n comes in with the melody, it's gonna be perfect!"

The phantoms were piddling on their instruments, figuring out where to add notes, harmonies, and other adornments into, 'Edge of Great,' for the performance tonight.

Yet, their brainstorming session was swiftly interupted by a thud at the garage door; all three phantoms turned their head towards the noise and were meeted with an astounding sight.

Minho.

The skater disappeared as fastly as he had appeared, causing all three boys to shake their heads.

"Again?" Changbin asked in confusion. "What is this even about?"

"I don't know," Han answered quietly. "But I'll be damned if I don't find out."

Outside, Minho attempted to skate away; however, he was halted by a squirrel-esque ghost teleporting in front of him. The sight of Han almost made him stumble off of his board as he stopped too fast.

"What's going on with you?" Han outbursted as he appeared in front of the skater, outstretching his arms in a wondering manner. "It's like you keep finding me just so you can leave again."

"Believe me, Han, I want to explain," Minho guiltily confessed. "I can't, though, man." Minho tried to escape Han's trapping stare; however, Han moved in front of the boy.

"No, you can explain and you're going to." Han crossed his arms, his voice upping an octave or two. "You haven't been yourself since Seungmin's club. I really liked spending time with you, and I thought we were having fun together." The latter part of Han's admission was softer than the first section; it was gentle, yet firm.

Minho shook his head, regret present in every physical feature of his body.

"We should have never met," Minho uttered under his breath dejectedly. Han stood in place, his mouth agape; he felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his words caught stickily in his throat.

"What does that-"

Before he could ask, there was a faint rustling that sounded from behind the two boys. Minho jerked his head, as if something was going to come for him the moment he tried speaking to Han again.

"Look, I gotta go." With that, Minho warped away, not another word spoken between the two guys. Han stared at the spot where his crush had just been, his heart shattering as Minho's words replayed in his head.

Maybe they should have never met.

---

You softly beamed as you pressed each key on the piano, creating a melody based off of your encounter with Chan in the performance room; the melody was gentle and filled with intense passion and love. You mentally repeated the experience over and over again, remembering everything from Chan's gentle touch to the bright smile that he kept throughout the entire performance.

"There you are!" a high-pitched voice exclaimed, undoubtedly belonging to Flynn. "I've been looking everywhere for you! Why'd you run out so fast?" You lifted your head up slowly.

"Sorry, I needed air," you explained. "It was getting a bit too intense in there."

"Oh, I noticed!" Flynn grinned cheekily. "Dancing with the guy you've had a crush on since middle school will do that to you, girl!" She was, of course, referencing the "tension" she had noticed between you and Felix.

"Well," you sighed out, causing Flynn to tilt her head slightly. "The whole time Felix and I were dancing, I was thinking about Chan." You tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, tsking slightly at yourself.

"Really?" Flynn asked in disbelief. "First off, knew it. Second, I know you always want things that are outside the realm of possibilities, but liking Chan is next level. He is quite literally out of the realm."

"I know!" you nearly yelled out of anxiety. "And now, I'm almost positive Felix likes me. Felix!"

"He totally does," Flynn beamed as she affirmed.

"But me and Chan..." your voice faltered as you ventured back into dreamland. "We click. Plus, he's so-"

"Non-existant," Flynn finished your sentence, causing your demeanor to switch from admiration to dejection. "You can make all of the music you want with Chan, but he's always going to be a ghost."

You felt hurt by Flynn's words; to you, Chan was real, just not alive. The two of you had built such a firm connection, and the feelings were bound to develop at some point or another. You could not bear the thought of leaving those feelings behind. Flynn, however, spotted your sadness, which made her grab your phone.

"How about," she started, "we send Lix a friendly little invitation to the party tonight?" She turned the phone screen towards you to show you the message, which caused you to move back in astonishment.

"I don't use that many smiley faces."

"Well, I am not letting you get heartbroken!" You did not understand the point of Flynn's comment, thus you shook your head, another idea invading your mind right after.

"Well, we're performing tonight anyways. What am I supposed to do?"

"Thought you'd never ask!" Flynn replied, surprisingly enthusiastically. "The key is avoiding those large, gorgeous, dead eyes."

"You're very pushy today," you commented upon Flynn's demanding tone.

"You're welcome!"

---

The phantoms were rehearsing in the studio, practicing moderately to the beat of, 'Edge of Great.' Chan and Changbin were delicate with their guitar riffs; however, their drummer was not so gentle.

Han was attacking his drumset, as if it were a zombie during the apocalypse. His two bandmates winced at his aggression, halting their playing as the youngest followed suit soon after.

"You alright?" Chan asked Han, concern present in his demeanor.

"Yep. Perfect. Why?"

"Look man, it's gonna be tough," Changbin reassured. "They say you never forget your first ghost. There will be others!"

"Plus, you're a great drummer and a great guy," Chan added on. "Don't let Minho get in between you and what you love."

"I don't know man," Changbin countered. "Sometimes, a bit of fire can spice things up on stage. Y'know, like the fire between you and y/n."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Chan scoffed lightly, but he could not help but grin stupidly at the mention of him and you together.

"Please, Chan," Changbin retaliated. "Everyone sees the way you look at her when you sing. The chemistry oozes between you two."

"I have chemistry with everyone I sing with," Chan countered, still attempting to conceal his already-revealed feelings. He caught eye of Changbin and began to approach the male.

"Seriously watch!" He then belted out the lyrics to 'Edge of Great,' adorning the verses as he grabbed Changbin's face and held him in place; the bassist's face morphed into an expression of shyness.

"That was...that was pretty hot," Changbin gasped out, his cheeks embarassingly red. Chan ended his endeavor by kissing his pointer and middle fingers and pressing them against Changbin's lips; Chan then walked back to his guitar, acting as if nothing had happened. Changbin, on the other hand, coughed exaggeratedly.

"Girls, am I right?"

"Yeah," Chan sighed out.

"No!" Han innocently rejected.

---

That night, your backyard crowded with excited visitors; everyone from classmates, your father's colleagues, and even a couple of record executives had showed up to watch your performance. Even Carrie had arrived, although she was currently attempting to persuade Felix not to trust you because of the abnormalities about the holograms.

"Hey, partygoers!" Flynn rang out at her DJing booth. "Make some noise for Y/n and the Phantoms!" The crowd burst into applause as your little brother and one of his friends opened up the decorated garage doors; they were adorned with flowers that spelled the band name.

As they opened the doors, there you stood, smiling nervously as you adjusted the microphone stand in front of the piano. You were wearing another one of your mom's outfits; you were wearing a white, butterfly top with matching butterfly clips in your hair. You thanked everyone for coming, taking in a deep breath before you began the song.

"Running from the past Tripping on the now What is lost can be found, it's obvious

And like a rubber ball We come bouncing back We all got a second act, inside of us"

You pressed a few more piano keys, before taking your microphone off of the stand; your dad, who was filming the performance nearby, switched on the hologram projector, and the phantoms appeared right on cue, bringing a perfect rise to the song.

"I believe I believe that we're just one dream Away from who we're meant to be That we're standing on the edge of Something big, something crazy Our best days are yet unknown That this moment is ours to own Cause we're standing on the edge of great!"

Throughout the chorus, you moved between Changbin and Han, vibing with both of the phantoms as the song reverberated across the backyard. Chan approached, eager to jam with you just as the others had, but you purposefully ignored his attempts, redirecting your focus back to the crowd. He was caught off guard, a flicker of hurt crossing his face at the sudden shift, his smile faltering as he realized you had pulled away.

You had reluctantly decided to take Flynn's advice, though it pained you deeply. You truly cared about Chan, and you could not imagine anything changing the connection the two of you shared. Yet, Flynn was right. Chan was a ghost, and there was no realistic future with someone who was not alive. As Chan began his verse, he watched you, hoping you would come vibe with him at the microphone, his gaze filled with quiet anticipation.

"We all make mistakes But they're just stepping stones To take us where we wanna go It's never straight, no"

Instead of rocking out with him, you stayed close by Changbin, headbanging and moving back and forth with the bassist while the guitarist watched sadly. Towards the end of his verse, you made awkward eye contact, and he motioned his head for you to join him for your united verse; however, you stared straight on, standing in front of the piano.

"Sometimes we gotta lean Lean on someone elseTo get a little help Until we find our way"

Chan was overwhelmed with a mix of emotions—dejection, hurt, and confusion. Han and Changbin mirrored his bewilderment, exchanging glances as they looked at you, wondering why you had suddenly pulled away. All day, you had been fine, so why this change in behavior? Whatever it was, it agitated Chan. He longed to be close to you, to sing beside you, yet you kept your distance. The separation stung just as much for you; your heart ached every time you caught the saddened look in his eyes as you distanced yourself from him. Trying your best to ignore the pain, you hopped onto the piano for the bridge

"Shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out Don't gotta hide it Let your colors blind their eyes Be who you are, no compromise

Just shout, shout C'mon and let it out, out What doesn't kill you makes you feel alive Oh-oh"

As you hit the falsetto on the third and final chorus, something unexpected happened. Your eyes met Chan’s once again, and in that instant, he added a guitar riff that was not in the original song, drawing closer to your criss-crossed position on the piano as if to capture your attention. There was a look of awe in his eyes, one that you could not help but mirror, a quiet understanding passing between the two of you as the music swelled around you.

All previous thoughts had been abandoned; you stared at Chan with longing in your eyes as you sang. Sure, he was a ghost, but he was a cute ghost; a cute ghost that you were slowly but surely falling for in every moment. In that moment, it felt as if you were singing to him, as if no one else was around. You became lost in his chocolate eyes, only breaking contact to stand up on the piano as you sang the high note to the chorus.

Han, Changbin, and Chan played their instruments in adrenaline-pumped fervor as the song ended; you remained atop the piano until the end of the chorus, in which you hopped down onto the bench and fixed your microphone back onto the holster. As you switched back to the piano to end the song out, the phantoms disappeared with a final riff.

Well, two of them did.

"Running from the past Tripping on the nowWhat is lost can be found, it's obvious"

Chan leaned over your shoulder, making intense eye contact with you as you both sang the final verse; this moment, although inexplainable, felt intimate, once again seeming as if the two of you were the only ones present in the audience. His gaze flickered down to your lips, and he seemed to lean in briefly; however, the music stopped and he vanished before he was able to make a move.

As with the other performances, the crowd became a cacaphony of cheers and gasps as the phantoms vanished. You gave a playful bow as you retreated back into the garage, smiling at your newfound confidence and the success of the performance.

Meanwhile, a heartbroken gaze who had watched every event unfold between you and Chan watched on, a lump caught in his throat and defeat present in his gaze.

---

After the performance, Chan, Changbin, and Han stayed outside, playing basketball at the small court besides the garage once the guests had cleared out.

"Feels like we should be celebrating or something," Changbin commented as he caught the ball from Chan's toss. "What do you guys wanna do?" Before Han or Chan could respond, another flickering jolt came over the boys, causing them all to fall onto the ground in pain.

"Not that," Han said, coughing slightly.

"That wasn't like the other ones," Chan noticed. "It's getting worse."

"Why is this happening to us?" Changbin asked rhetorically.

"It's because you guys are in trouble."

Minho had appeared from out of nowhere, his arms crossed and his tone laced with alarm.

"Minnie?" Han questioned, stepping closer to his suitor.

"We need to talk," he bluntly told the boys.

---

"All the jolts we're feeling is because of Seungmin's stupid stamp?" Chan was angered, his footsteps heavy as he, Han, Changbin, and Minho strided across Sunset Boulevard.

"He's threatened by you!" Minho explained concerningly. "You're the only ghosts who lifers can see without his help, so he wants you under his control."

"And you let him do this to us?" Han inquired, his tone more aggressive than he wanted it to be.

"Do you really think I can stop him?" Minho questioned Han, his voice breaking as he spoke. "He owns my soul. In fact, he owns every soul at his club. If he even knew I was here, talking with you guys, he...he would destroy me."

"So, if we don't join his club," Changbin recounted Minho's descriptions, "we keep flickering until our lights go out?"

"Yes," Minho gulped.

"So, what exactly happens when our lights go out?" Changbin followed up.

"That's it," Minho shrugged, his face expressing nothing but solemnness. "You're done. You don't exist anymore."

"What?!" Chan exclaimed, his rage growing. "So, you mean, we have to say goodbye to everything we've worked for? We have to lose y/n? I have to lose the girl of my dreams and work for Seungmin?!" Chan's confession was the least of anyone's worries at that moment; instead of focusing on that, Minho shook his head dismissively.

"There's another option, and you have to hear me out on this," Minho explained as he breathed in. "If you guys could figure out what your unfinished business is, you can cross over just in time and at least exist in the afterlife!"

"Why should we even listen to you?" Han stepped forward, his eyebrows furrowed out of anger.

"Because I care about you, Ji!" Minho yelled out, loud enough for all of Hollywood to hear if Minho's voice was audible to lifers. "I can't stand that I got you and your friends in this mess. Look, I can't be away from the club much longer, but I can apologize...I'm so sorry guys. For everything."

With that, Minho warped away, just as Han reached for him; the latter of the two took the former's spot in order to face Chan and Changbin. He kicked his feet at the ground, a tear falling down his cheek.

"This is my fault," he said, his voice mixed with guilt and regret. "I met Minho, Minho introduced us to Seungmin, and Seungmin screwed us over!"

"No, Han," Chan rejected his friend's claim. "We all wanted to go see Seungmin."

"We have to tell y/n," Changbin realized, sadness washing over his features.

"No! Absolutely not!" Chan protested, his tone several octaves higher than it should have been. "Okay, she has lost so much; if she knows she's losing us, it will break her, and I can't hurt her like that! The best course of action is to figure out our unfinished business and cross over without her knowing."

"Okay, how are we supposed to do that, Chan?" Han outbursted, running an anxious hand through his hair. "There was so much we wanted to do!"

Chan's stare shifted from his bandmate to just behind him. He took a few steps forward, as if he was drawn to the glowing sign just behind Han.

"What is it, man?" Han asked, his tone softening. He looked behind to where Chan was staring, and Changbin followed suit.

"What was the one thing we were meant to do together on the night we died, mates?"

The three bandmates found themselves looking at the large, glowing blue sign of the Orpheum Theater. All three widened their eyes in realization, and it took a while before Changbin clarified in the form of a question.

"Play the Orpheum?" Changbin asked, worry and disbelief mixing in his voice.

"How can we even do that?" Han shook his head as he inquired. "Even after 3RACHA was known, we had to use every favor we had. Getting that gig took us years!" At that moment, another excruciating jolt rang throughout the phantoms, causing them to double over and groan. Chan coughed his lungs out as he looked back to the sign of their saving grace.

"Well, we don't have years."

[keef-a-corn]

I came across your blog while surfing the tfe bumblebee tag, and read some of your tfe posts. I would love to hear your rant if your still interested in sharing :) .

SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER!

*insert the ‘you want to hear about my theories?!’ Audio from She-Ra*

This is the worst mistake you’ve ever made, thank you.

Now *cracks knuckles* Let’s talk about TFE Bumblebee. (all screenshots are unrelated, just wanted to spice up the post)

First and foremost- BEST VA CHOICE FOR BUMBLEBEE EVER. (With the exclusion of the beeping voice) I usually don’t like Bumblebee voice actors because somehow they’re always wrong. Like there’s always slightly off. But this time I think it was perfect.

Then you have his design- which is sinfully beautiful. He took ‘cute and hot’ put it into a blender and made it a new definition. That definition being ‘TFE Bumblebee’.

He’s a ten but he has cheese knees.

Now I cannot have a good thing without complaining about it, that’s just how I roll..

His relationships and decisions..

Him and Arcee? I love their siblings vibe, silly af.

Bee and Alex? 10/10

Bee and Breakdown? Gay. Gay af. So gay they don’t even know.

Like Bee and the other human Maltos usually just coexist. The Terrans see him as a teacher- that’s about it.

I WANNA KNOW BEE’S DYNAMIC WITH ELITA-ONE AND MEGATRON SCREEEEEE

Because I don’t fraggin know! We hardly see them interact.

ESPECIALLY Megatron and Bumblebee. We got one episode where they properly interacted and it was disappointing.

I want more Wheeljack and Bumblebee. I need them to have a dynamic too..

Now finally.. finally my least favourite dynamic.

What. The. Fuck. Is. Up. With. Optimus?.

Really?.

R e a l l y ?

I hate the running gag that Optimus never picks up Bee’s calls. Optimus is his mentor..

I hate to do it again-

Like during… episode 9? When Bee and Optimus were along they were making small talk. SMALL. TALK!

WHY THE FRAG WERE THEY MAKING SMALL TALK?! OPTIMUS STOP LEAVING YOUR CHILD ALONE FOR SO LONG YOU HAVE TO MAKE SMALL TALK!

(I strongly believe Bee could've fit)

Okay- as for the decisions..

Can we leave the ‘not gonna get stronger characters/characters in charge to help’ prompt in the past? PLEASE?!

If you’ve read my TFP ep notes, you’ll know I find it annoying when they don’t involve Optimus in situations that he needs to be involved with by excusing it as ‘him being busy’.

I hate how often in happens in TFE- especially so when related to Bumblebee.

Like why did he choose not to call Optimus, Megatron, or Elita-One during Family Matters?! Or during episode 17 & 18?! Why did he claim he didn’t have time to caLL FOR HELP AND INSTEAD RECRUITED THE CHILDREN?!

Because no one would help.

Because he’s called Optimus in times of need and he wouldn’t help because he wouldn’t pick up.

That better be it.

I want little Bee boi taking on too much because he doesn’t trust the older bots anymore. Not because of GHOST, but because he doesn’t believe they’ll actually commit.

Also as another person mentioned to me once- It's annoying how when he's absent literally no one cares. Like come on! BE SAD! ACKNOWLEDGE HIS ABSENCE!

I sincerely hope that in the future of this show they give Bee a proper recovery arc and give him a bit of a rescuer complex (Or saviour complex- either way the idea that Bumblebee feels the a desire to help others, that he's responsible for their safety yadda yadda yadda.) Final point, and this is just a general- I hope they give the other bots survivors guilt. I just think that should be thought about. Sorry this took forever to share, I started writing then I never got back to it-

[sunderedazem]

Hey! It's been a while :D I've been off the Internet for a bit but just know both of your updates have been giving me essential bits of life energy, even though I haven't had time to type something out in appreciation until now. First things first I absolutely love what you wrote for the 'stay?' prompt, it's exactly what I hoped and imagined what could have happened if things hadn't gone so wrong back then. Seriously, it's like you took a look into my brain, I was really imagining scenarios of helios coming back and taking care of an exhausted emet selch 😩 such good food thanks so much for that.

Okay so back to the actual ao3 updates, I couldn't believe that you guys did the tempering cure so early XD ahhhhhh it was so good! The way it was just a slight shift of perception, how emet selch goes off just barely holding it together, the line "I always believed I would see them again" broke me so bad like how dare you 😭 but honestly finally processing his grief now is great cause it'll be so much better when Hyth comes back 😈 iirc that that's happening. One of my favourite bits was emet selch having company while the cure was being administered, idk there's always something about having support while you're healing. Corrain's writing is superb as always, in the tempering fic as well as the Sharlayan one, he comforted emet selch so well and it was very interesting to see his point of view when he snapped at thancred, poor guy needs a long break and so much therapy. I haven't read the most recent lelesu writings yet but ahhhhhh she has such big sister energy? Such a solid anchor, it's so great every time she gives support.

I think that's all my thoughts for now, so that this doesn't get too long. Thanks so much for the new content, and I hope the both of you are doing well!! Many well wishes <3

Okay! Now it's time to sob over this ask so excuse me while i

And YEAH we couldn't wait to untemper that bastard man and break him even worse. Like imagine waking up and the thing you've been working towards for the last thirteen thousand years is not only principally opposed to what you believe is right, but also now you have to accept that everyone you'd ever loved is dead and gone and will not come back.

(And then they do. Because we are stealing Hyth. And then also stealing Elidibus from Pandaemonium like sorry Athena that man is ours now. And then Hyth is spotting Lahabrea's soul mixed in with Nidhogg and they are Stealing (and helping him put himself back together, and confiscating his wife's evil space rock) him too. And we are stealing the Sundered Ascians as we find them and curing and collecting them, because they all deserve a chance to recover from the literal apocalypse knowing that the star is actually safe. Anyway. I have emotions about the first Final Days and how nobody who lived then deserved what the world and Hydaelyn ended up giving them, no matter if it was necessary or not.)

To be fair it most likely only feels fast because most of what happens in Shadowbringers and the post 5.0 patches happens as it does in canon and tby rewriting all the Same Stuff seems kinda jejune so we skipped it XD. There are a few more pieces from SHB in process though, we just have to finish them.

And YEAH GOD. Corrain can be very cruel on occasion, and him snapping at Thancred for having EXTREMELY JUSTIFIABLE RESERVATIONS (even if he was a jackass about it) wasn't his finest moment. He doesn't even honestly feel so upset about Minfilia, he liked her alright as a person, and she WAS kind to him, but in the moment he's purely reacting in anger, and it dredges up some really nasty parts of him. This is a trait Helios had as well, if uh. You read the Final Days breakup fic XD.

And YEAH I ALSO NEED MORE LELESU ALWAYS. She is so SASSY sometimes. Hey @azems-familiar give us your girl. Grabby hands.

Honestly I know I'm late actually answering but this made my week last week 🥺🥺🥺💙💙💙

[finnritter]

Of Glorfindel, Ecthelion and the duties of a fun uncle

Thank you so much @glorfindel-28 for sending me this wonderful prompt:

"Maybe Glorfindel and Ecthelion being full fun uncles to Earendil and idril being fond and or done with them?"

I had a lot of fun with this, as did those dorks. And apparently I am back on my "cheerful fluff and nothing else"-agenda, but tbh, I have 0 regrets, I'll be writing angst again soon enough.

“Look”, Glorfindel said and Ecthelion turned to see the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower sit cross-legged on the ground, holding two sticks to the forehead of the happily babbling baby in his lap and thus giving the child very angry eyebrows. “He looks just like you.”

“Remarkably so”, Ecthelion said. “You know that this is the son of the princess, right?”

“The princess whom both of us had sit in our lap and tried to feed porridge while the only thing she wanted to eat was our hair, yes”, Glorfindel shot back. “We are more or less this little one’s great uncles.”

“Mediocre uncle, in your case”, Ecthelion said, stretching his shoulders after a long morning of guard duty and took off his helmet. A little smile was playing around his lips, even though the rest of his expression was stern as always when he was working.

Glorfindel threw the sticks away before little Eärendil could stick them up his nose.

“Wrong”, he corrected. “I’m the fun uncle. He will love me when he grows up.”

“Until you accidentally drop him from somewhere and his enraged father almost throws you all the way over the ocean back to the Blessed Realm, you mean.”

“That happened one time, and Idril found it funny. And besides, Tuor is a far more eased father than Turgon was in his day. Maybe it is a mannish thing.”

“It is very telling that you are stating whatever this defence is supposed to be, instead of counting on not letting the little guy fall at all.”

Glorfindel made a non-commital noise and held up the child at arm’s length, looking into his bright, sea-blue eyes under the long, soft lashes.

“Eärendil Idrilion, I promise I will never let you fall from anything. Not even when I’m dangling you out of a window while you try scaling my arm until you inevitably slip.”

“So that is what you were attempting back then.”

“It was on ground-level. And again, she had fun.”

“I would hope so.” Ecthelion finally set his helmet down into the grass beside his friend and sat down as well, telling himself that it would be just for a moment. “Otherwise you really would not deserve your title.”

It was quiet for a while, and Ecthelion fondly watched as Glorfindel was focussed on running his fingers through the baby’s soft, light hair while Eärendil was drooling onto his own tunic.

Then:

“Do you think he will ever have hair as great as mine? He does look a little like me, doesn’t he?”

Ecthelion wasted not even a thought before answering. “He is much cuter.”

Glorfindel ignored this, mostly because it was true.

“Would you ever want to have children?”

“I see no need, as long as I have you.”

Glorfindel smiled to himself and let Eärendil chew on his little finger.

“I know that this was probably meant as an offence, but I will just see it as a love-confession”, he said, before retracting his hand from the curious mouth and carefully set the baby into Ecthelion’s lap as if to prove a point.

They were sitting like this for a while, Ecthelion getting used to the warm, wriggling weight in his lap as Glorfindel leant back and stared into the blue sky and enjoyed the mild summer air. Ecthelion would have almost thought him asleep, had he not shortly later sat up and taken his friend’s helmet into his hands and setting it, almost thoughtlessly, over the baby’s head. Even though he held it steady long before it could even put a little bit weight on him, Eärendil vanished into it up until his shoulders and cooed curiously.

“Suits him”, Ecthelion said.

“We should make him a tiny little helmet. It would look so adorable.”

“Also good in case you let him fa-”

“Would you stop bringing that up!”

Eärendil animatedly turned his head into the direction of the raised voice. Glorfindel booped him on the nose and the child laughed and reached for his finger.

“He is already very adorable”, Ecthelion said, to no one in particular, and freed the child from the helmet, taking it out of Glorfindel’s hand in turn.

“He has already completely wrapped you around his little finger, has he not?”

“Maybe.” Ecthelion looked down at the smiling boy, and then over to his knowingly grinning friend. “But I will definitely be his responsible uncle to balance you out.”

…

Four years later, Ecthelion was chasing a manically shrieking toddler down the halls. The child’s short legs surely should have been losing to him, but he was small and could squeeze through the tiniest nooks and hide behind almost every corner so that his pursuer lost valuable seconds each time. And so it was the child that reached the doors of the study first, where he all but threw himself at a figure sitting at one end of the big table, while Ecthelion let off the deepest growl he could muster without actually sounding terrifying.

“Oh no, my Golden Knight! Help me defeat this vicious dragon!”, Eärendil cried and Glorfindel instantaneously drew his sword, which was actually just a long, wooden ruler that he had used to draw a supply table just a moment ago. A task that, as Ecthelion knew, he hated, which was probably why he was so quickly engaged.

It could also have been due to Ecthelions frighteningly real growls, though, which Eärendil answered with his own fierce battle cry. Ecthelion was rather glad that no one else was currently in the room, considering how much noise they were making.

Glorfindel, in all of his knightly glory (apparently), did not seem to care much for it, either way. With a mighty leap he was landing on the table, sword-surrogate pointed at his best friend.

“You will regret ever chasing my valorous squire. I will slay you, fell beast of old!”, he shouted.

Eärendil used the distraction to dart past the dragon and under the table, just to re-emerge at its other side. There he raised his small wooden shield, which had been given to him by Galdor and which he currently loved deeply enough to even take it into bed with him every evening).

This was how Idril, who chose that exact moment to enter the study, found them.

They all looked at each other in silence for a while, until Glorfindel dramatically clutched his free hand to his chest.

“Oh no, it’s the evil witch”, he lamented, with a meaningful gaze to Eärendil, who did him the favour and gasped in playful shock. The evil witch raised an eyebrow.

“Oh please, my knight, will you defeat her, too?”, he asked wide-eyed, but Glorfindel regretfully shook his head.

“My sword can do nothing against her powers of evil magic. Our only chance is hoping that our enemies will distract each other enough for us to be able to flee.”

And thus he hoped off the table, grabbed Eärendil around the waist and fled the scene.

Ecthelion cleared his throat.

“My Lady, about the reports you needed from me-”

“Don’t even try to seem dignified, Lord Ecthelion. I saw you chasing him through the halls like a maniac just five minutes ago.”

She smiled, her eyes bright and teasing, and Ecthelion nodded gravely.

“Well, that was what I meant to explain. The event you are referring to might be part of the reason why my reports are not quite finished yet.”

Idril laughed. “Oh? Our most responsible lord, slacking?”

“I will get them to you this evening. But being a fun uncle comes with a lot of responsibility, you see.”

“I do” She cocked her head. “What do you think, should we give the Golden Knight and his little squire a surprise? They will never be able to stand against the might of the evil witch and the dark dragon all at once.”

“It would be a pleasure, my Lady.”

[gean-grey-blog]

@thesymphonytrue

Sorry it took me a while, I was having a TIME with health and family shit

7. Post a snippet from a wip

This is the opening to my current longfic project. It's the first post series fic I've written, because...I've never watched S6😂 I had just gone back to finish college after dropping out for a year and I knew I couldn't watch it without getting sucked in and losing half my time to fandom. By the time I finished the semester I knew what the ending was and I just...decided to not go through that 😅. I've also never seen the ending to M*A*S*H even though it's literally formative American cultural media because I knew bad shit happened and wanted to remember the series as a place I could visit not a story that ended.

Opening to the untiled fic currently named "yurt" in my Google docs:

There was a knock on the door of the yurt. Elizabeth looked up, from cooking. She crossed the small space, and peered through the edge of the shade in front of the window. She opened the door.

Neal Caffrey stood in front of her. Alive, in snow pants, boots, and a parka. He was still shivering.

She let him inside. He scuffed his boots off on the mat, the dry snow crunching, and came in. Elizabeth helped him unzip his coat with his fingers half frozen.

“You found us okay?”

Neal nodded, shrugging the coat off and turning to hang it on the little rack by the door, and answered with his teeth chattering, “it took longer than I wanted to get through the border, I'm sorry."

Elizabeth nodded, “it’s okay. I’m just glad you’re here.”

Neal shrugged, “running when you have amazing, happy things lined up is one thing. Abandoning you and Peter, when he’s…that’s something else.”

Elizabeth’s face softened. She nodded, and hugged him tightly. He hugged her back, melting into it. He must have missed them as much as they missed him.

36. What fic are you proudest of?

My first one. It was terrible. It was posted in the comments section on a live journal prompt thread. There was next to no punctuation. I spelled the main character's name wrong multiple times...that name being House, which as the chatacter once pointed out, is also a noun 😅

But I hadn't written anything but school assignments, ever. I have dysgraphia and can't write well by hand, it was the 90's and it took a long time to identify that and by that time I thought I hated writing, full stop. That fic was the first time I wrote for myself. It was the beginning of having a way to process my shit, and express myself, and connect with people

78. What motivates you during the writing process?

Writing is how I self soothe, process my shit, give myself hope, distract myself when I feel physically like garbage, which is a lot. It's also something I can do when I can't even sit up, I just have to be able to poke a phone screen, so it's the one hobby that has remained basically unchanged as I've struggled with health and mobility issues.

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winter warmers collection: excuses & opportunities

See all the Winter Warmers pieces here! See my full list of works here!

Summary: Loki has some questions about the tradition of kissing under the mistletoe.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, really…this is a fluff piece; maybe a few words Mr Satchel wouldn't approve of idk… [let me know if i missed something!]

"Hey, Thunderbirds, look up," Stark hollered from his seat in the common area at Thor and Jane, who were currently engrossed in a conversation by the kitchen. They turned to look at Stark, who simply pointed at something over their heads. 

The couple looked up at the mistletoe seemingly innocently hanging above their heads, giving each other a beaming smile before he leaned in to press a quick kiss to her lips that got the astrophysicist giggling against him. 

You felt the couch dip beside you and you looked over, stifling a blushing smile, as you saw Loki occupying the space next to you. "I'm afraid I'm going to need to be apprised on this particular Midgardian tradition, dear Y/N," he started, pointing towards his brother and Jane. "The plant…" 

The curiosity on his face caused you to giggle, prompting an amused smile to grace his features.

"What is it that you've found so amusing, darling?" 

Despite your logic protesting that it was completely unwarranted, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he called you that. Especially when he paired that up with draping his arm on the couch behind you, shifting ever so slightly closer to you so that his thigh was pressed to yours. 

And now it was the proximity making you giggle. You took a breath to calm yourself before answering. "It's just a bit funny to me that you're curious about mistletoe when the legends here on Earth kind of…pin the origin story of mistletoe on you." 

Sadly he didn't seem to find that amusing, because his little smile faded into a grimace at your words. "I suppose that would be something along the lines of me using the plant to kill someone," he inferred with a scoff, the pain evident in his eyes as he realized that this was yet another thing humans blamed him for. 

"I'll skip the misinformation, then," you told him, placing your hand on his knee without thinking and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Stupid humans probably got it all wrong anyways." He turned his gaze to you, his eyes full of visible disbelief at your words. "How about we go straight to the tradition part?" 

He gave you a soft smile as he nodded slowly. "I would quite like that, darling. Thank you," he said in hushed tones, trying to keep your conversation your own as more of the team entered the common area. You tried to keep your breathing steady as he covered your hand with his. 

"Well the tradition is that whenever two people are standing under mistletoe, they're 'obligated' to kiss. The superstitionbehind that being that if a woman refuses a kiss under the mistletoe, she'll be unfruitful in her relationships until the next Christmas." 

"That's coercion," he grumbled, clearly disagreeing with the latter half of the information you just departed.

You shrugged. "You're not wrong, Mischief. But it's mostly lighthearted fun nowadays. Now, if two people get caught under the mistletoe, they can choose to do what your brother and his girlfriend just did, or they can be playful about it if they're not that into each other. There's a workaround for everything," you finished lightheartedly. 

"Babes, we're back and we have the supplies!" Nat called out to you as she and Wanda crossed the common area and walked straight to the kitchen. 

"We've also procured the baby," Wanda topped off as little Morgan Stark trailed in behind her, her little feet running straight to you as she caught sight of you sitting on the couch.

"Auntie Y/N!" she squealed as she jumped into your lap. "Come on, we're making cookies for Santa!" She proceeded to pull on your free hand as she hopped off onto the floor.

"Alright, baby, I'm coming I'm coming," you answered with a chuckle, turning back to the god beside you. "Well, that's my cue…" you trailed off as you slowly rose from the couch, stifling a smile as you realized that despite the motion, he hadn't let go of your hand yet.

You fought not to blush as you watched him bring your hand up to his lips. "Thank you, darling. For--For your kindness. Your patience." He pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours until he released your hand with a smile that lit up his eyes, tugging at your heartstrings. 

"Anytime, Mischief," you breathed out, allowing yourself to be tugged into the kitchen by the tiny Stark.

"Thanks for making sure Morgan doesn't catch wind of us tonight, jellybean," Tony whispered as you closed the door to his daughter's room after tucking her in, promising her that when she woke up in a few short hours, Santa's gifts for her would be under the tree. Meanwhile, Tony was busy in the common area setting up those very gifts under the tree for her and snacking on the contents of the plate of "cookies for Santa".

"Sure thing, Tony. But you do know that sooner or later you have to tell her that this is all a big illusion, right? There is no Santa?" you shot back as you walked down the hall towards your apartment.

"Eh. She's a little genius. Hopefully she'll figure it out herself and we don't have to break the news to her and be the bad guys that took away Santa." You rolled your eyes at his preferred outcome. "When it's your turn, jellybean, you'll realize that you're gonna wanna avoid as many of the tough conversations as you can. And that the whole Santa, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy aren't real is a very tough conversation." 

"Good thing I'm perpetually alone then," you shot back. "Not gonna have to worry about those conversations any time soon." 

"Really? No plans? No even with a certain god you had a conversation with about mistletoe recently?" You shot the billionaire a look that had him putting his hands up in surrender. "Hey, I'm just calling it like I see it, Y/N. Bambi hates damn near everyone in this team. He tolerates Thor and Jane because they're his family. But you? He likes you." 

"Maybe you're mistaking tolerance for lack of hostility because surprise surprise, Tony, I actually try to be nice to him," you quipped, poking him in the shoulder to emphasize your point. 

"Believe what you wanna believe, jellybean, but the second you two get together, you give me your 'You were right and I was wrong' speech in front of the entire team. Without a shred of sarcasm. From you or Rock of Ages." You stepped into the elevator as you rolled your eyes at his confidence. "Merry Christmas, Y/N. Ready that speech." 

"Merry fuck you, too, Stark." 

Once you got to the hall leading to your apartment, you nearly stopped in your tracks once you caught sight of Loki waiting by the door. "Hey, Mischief…" you said cautiously, greeting him with a tentative smile. "What's up?" 

With a wave of his hand, a gift box appeared in a flash of green, landing softly in your hands. "I would rather we not have an audience when I gave you your gift." 

A strange feeling bloomed in your heart. Something almost feeling like…hope. Hope that maybe--even though it meant that you needed to prepare a speech--just maybe Stark was actually on to something. "You didn't have to get me anything," you told him, your voice coming out so faintly it could have been a whisper.

He placed his hands over yours, giving them a slight squeeze. "I know. I wished to give you something regardless," he answered you with a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

You lifted the lid of the box to find a black soft leather journal with a gold clasp. Running your fingers across the cover, the quality of the leather and the metal made it obvious that he'd put an insane amount of consideration into its selection. The realization nearly sucked all the air out of your lungs. "It's--It's exquisite," you stammered, finding it exceedingly difficult to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. You couldn't even muster the confidence to look at him. "Thank you, Loki." 

"There's something else there, darling Y/N." Your heart caught in your throat at the endearment. "Open the cover." 

You did as he instructed, undoing the clasp and pulling back the cover to find a small scrap of paper inside saying Look up. When you did, all you could do was let out a soft gasp at the sight of him holding a little sprig of mistletoe over your heads. 

His gaze never left yours as he cupped your face with his free hand, leaning in slowly until he touched his lips to yours in a soft kiss. "Merry Christmas," he murmured against your lips as he kissed you again, feeling his smile as you kissed him back.

Dammit, you thought to yourself. I gotta get started on that speech.

But as you heard your apartment door open and Loki gently took the little gift box from your hands to place it on the entry table so that he could lift you into his arms, carrying you to your bedroom, you decided that a little public speech was definitely more than worth it. 

A/N: I literally put writing requests on pause in order to create this on this fine Thursday because I was swimming with ideas but I knew ultimately that I wanted to start with something fluffy that involved mistletoe. Could I still come up with something along the way that leans more toward the smutty side of things? Maybe…😏

I highly encourage you all to check out all the stories in the first link, because they've been lovingly created by fellow Loki writers and they're all amazing cozy Winter-themed pieces that feel like a fluffy warm blanket. Yes, even the smut feels like a warm fluffy blanket; they just do. 💖🤍

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[butterbabyflapjack]

༄ Gold Gilded Leash

Derek Goffard (The Price of Flesh) x fem!reader

DISCONTINUED.

You really should have killed him when you had the chance.

Once upon a time, there lived an unfortunate woman minding her own business, struggling just to get by. Until one lovely, fateful day, when she just so happened to be at the very wrong place at the very wrong time.

Knocked unconscious. Kidnapped. Auctioned off as property. An item for one lucky bidder to do with whatever they pleased. And her life which was stolen, was traded - for some undisclosed yet assuredly exorbitant price - to one flaxen-haired, gold-blooded monster who paid the top of daddy’s dollars to hunt her down.

It’s funny, looking back.

Right?

It’s funny?

What you’ve been reduced to?

And you thought you had it bad back then.

Tumblr chapter directory: one • two • coming soon...

ao3

Derek belongs to @gatobob

Warning tags: explicit sexual content, forced oral sex, Derek owns you, graphic depictions of violence, obsession, wrath, punishment, yandere, rape/noncon, highly dubious consent, variations of noncon to con, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, kidnapping, escape attempts, bondage, exhibitionism, voyeurism, knifeplay, bloodplay, rough sex, possessive sex, death threats, dead dove: do not eat, sadism, masochism, breathplay, choking, warning: Derek (the price of flesh), Derek might lend you to others, others might steal you for some fun, additional tags to be added as this debauchery continues

CHAPTER ONE: Gold Blooded...

Author's Note: I fully intend to slander this man whilst also paying homage to my inexplicable love for him.

I’m planning on bringing Derek’s brother into this, “Matt” - whom I’m assuming is actually named Matthew, and since I've yet to see his personality fully established I’ll be taking some liberties to make his and Derek’s relationship super toxic and competitive. As for exactly how he’ll behave in this story, what makes him tick, etc. etc… I guess you’ll have to wait and find out~

Please heed the evolving warning tags.

This is to kick things off for a TPOF discord prompt, which is to honor my favorite ending in the game. This is actually my second fav, because my actual fav is perfect just the way it is, I have nothing to add.

Well, actually…

Well shit okay maybe now I’ll have to write about that too.

- ANYWAY -

____________________________________

You don’t remember what happened prior. How you were knocked unconscious, how you were bound and stolen and dragged.

All you remember after the throbbing darkness was that room.

It all started in that dim, octagonal room.

Three windows, each tinted black.

You could barely see the hint of an eldritch glow behind each pane of darkened glass, flicking into life whenever each of its occupants’ voices scratched out from an accompanying speaker overhead; each unseen room beyond pulsing on and off with a different color each time its tenant chose to speak.

Blue. Green.

Red.

“Oh ho~ This is an interesting one!” the cheerful voice of the unseen announcer observed, readying to spout off another question. A list of strange and degrading inquiries you’d already stumbled through a number of, designed - by all appearances - to ‘whet the appetites’ of whomever ended up paying to take a bite. “Are you a virgin?”

You’d been recoiling in on yourself ever since you woke up in this sterile, suffocating place, more and more with every new question asked. But this one really took the cake on the whole ‘what the fuck is happening!?’ scale, taking your thudding heart-rate up a notch with it.

You didn’t want to answer. You don’t know why you did. Maybe because you saw no point in lying? Confused alarum has a way of making it hard to think.

“I…” swallowing against the dryness of your throat, your nervous eyes tore about the room, flicking from one silent, dark window to the next, “...yes.”

A pause, as your answer was digested by those who sought to purchase.

Crimson light glowed into life behind the red window, and with it the sharp, masculine voice of its bidder.

“220.”

Soft blue light flicked behind the darkened room adjacent, with a woman’s voice scoffing through the speaker above the glass.

“Ugh,” she loured, sounding to suppress an eyeroll. “You’re disgusting.”

The red bidder’s wrath was immediate, barked from his speaker, lashing at the walls. “Shove a sock in it bitch!”

“230,” the woman smoothly returned. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with her.”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up I’ll show you first hand! 240!”

You heard the announcer chuckling softly, his amusement somewhat smoothing the tension that was swiftly rising in the room.

“Let’s save our passion for the main event, shall we?" he asked. "And speaking of which… we’ve only one question left for our lovely, special item!” His pause extended only for the length of his unseen smile, as his attention was undeniably redirected from his potential customers to you. “Final question. Who would you like to go home with, sweetheart?”

You stared, nonplussed, from darkened room to darkened room. Staring, as they all stared back. Your fingers curling and uncurling nervously at your sides, scraping at the outsides of your thighs. Your terrified expression barely mirrored back to you upon each hushed plane of glass.

You were alone in standing there, at the center of the octagon, and yet you could feel every pair of eyes watching you. Every person in that room. Waiting. Watching.

You didn't know what to do, hadn't known ever since awakening there. Did it even matter what you said? What you’d been saying? Was there even close to a right answer to anything that would result in your being bought and sold like cattle?

You hadn’t yet determined the answer, if there even was one, when your finger was already tremulously pointing at the room of the current highest bidder; the cocky man in red.

You could still barely comprehend what had happened to you, for you to be standing where you were now; could barely wrap your mind around what was going to happen as a result. But if that man was going to buy you anyway, you might as well try and get on his good side first. You didn’t know what he wanted, but your mind was spinning with horrible, dark ideas.

In truth, he was the last person you wanted to go home with. He seemed impatient, volatile, easily tempted to violence. But you could feel his interest already in your bones. Could feel his eyes scraping over you. The obscured intensity of his presence wrapping fingers round your heart.

Some part of you already knew he wasn’t going to leave this place without you in his pocket. And the smirk in his red-velvet musing seemed to seal the suspicion as truth.

“Ohhhh~?”

The subdued delight which curled his voice bent all your fear in wrong directions.

You were too terrified to hear the bids and bickering which followed. It didn’t matter. In your mind, he’d already won.

“Sold!”

You were knocked unconscious again shortly after that – a sharp jab felt in your ankle that had you seeing double, and once again your world was whisked to darkness.

The next thing you saw was a handsome, chiseled face smirking lightly down at you. Something gritty, like sand, blazing at your back, sticking to your skin. The jewel of a blinding desert sun a halo behind the devilish grin towering over you, his teeth impossibly white against his tanned skin.

Messy blonde hair. Jacket undone. Kohl smeared haphazardly beneath his lower lashes.

He looked excited to see you.

“Wakey wakey…!”

His turquoise eyes edged with harsh amusement at whatever foggy, coming-to expression you barely managed to scrounge together for him – only for your face to twist with pain as he sunk into a crouch, grabbing a rough fistful of your hair, jerking your head up and off the ground enough for you to get a shaky look at your surroundings.

Men in masks, standing in a lazy half-circle in front of you, some holding weapons. You, in nothing but your underwear. And a few more like you – stripped, bound, strewn in the sand, staring about themselves in absolute terror.

Your swift rise in trepidation joined the savage tide of theirs.

“You’re up just in time for the fun~”

Everything that happened next tore past you in a grisly, red-hewn blur. The unfortunate woman bound right beside you, half-crumpled in the sand, singled out by those who brought you there. "First blood," a behemoth man in a lizard mask called it. "It really sets the mood for the rest of them." She was dragged forth by one of her wrenched-back arms as she sobbed and cried and pleaded with them to stop, begging with them not to hurt her.

You saw them crowding around her, the man who bought you angling his knife at her throat.

"Keep begging..."

A man masquerading as a silver jackal stabbed a switchblade in one of her thighs, and her begging seized, clawing out shrilly. Blood in the sand, soaking through with sun-warmed crimson.

You couldn't watch any longer, your stomach twisting so tight it was a wonder you didn't actually throw up. But even with your shaking, with your teary eyes cinched closed, you could still hear them. You could hear everything. How her sobs devolved to senseless, wordless begging. Her screams. The congress of increasingly frenzied breaths and hyenic laughter. The moment mercy at last made her silent.

You were taken to a ledge of cruelty, tossed into its toothy void before you could even process what was happening.

And then those ropes which bound you were sliced through.

You were released, along with those still alive beside you. With nowhere to go but further into the endless, blistering desert sea.

You didn't ask questions. You couldn't even if you'd wanted to.

You struggled off the sand, legs shaking beneath your awkward weight as you made to run - but not before the man who brought you there caught your gaze with a cerulean, soul-piercing smirk.

“Don’t let me find you, rabbit,” he said, seemingly amused, though there was nothing beyond terror about that moment. He seemed to be envisioning something as he eyed you. Something hidden in the shroud of his thoughts. “I’m still hungry.”

His laughter bit at your heels as you stumbled, as you turned, as you ran as far as you could away from him.

Days passed. Sun-drunk days filled with colorful arrays of atrocities you'd rather not recall.

You no longer had the strength to run. You were stumbling blindly, then; skin ragged from the continual beating of the desert heat, with never a cloud to spare you. Your eyes dry, not a tear left to them. Your lips sand-bitten and scorched from lack of water. The constant threat of what might happen to you, of what had happened to everyone else... the constant barrage of adrenaline forcing you, always, toward fight or flight, filling up and shredding through your veins…

It was more than enough to strip your sanity. To leave it hanging by tatters that continually splintered and tore away.

There wasn’t much left. Sanity. Time.

If one of those psychos didn’t kill you first, the heat or lack of water would.

You were going to die out there.

And that’s when he found you.

Again.

'Derek', if that was even his real name. Only, this time…

This time, despite it all, despite everything…

You were a little more prepared.

You’d sunk the dagger in his gut before he really had a chance to stop you. It’s not like he suspected that you’d somehow, miraculously, obtain any kind of weapon out here in the middle of fucking hell.

You’d stumbled back from his complete and utter shock upon sighting the hilt sticking out from beneath his ribs, but not before yanking the knife back out again, unwilling to leave yourself without it. Nearly tripping over yourself with how you couldn’t drag your eyes away from him, his pained gasp and angry breathing filling your ears. From how he uselessly clawed at his freely bleeding wound. The wound you'd just gifted him.

You’d stabbed him. You really did it. And yet, beyond his outrage, his profound disbelief, he was soon to find his usual smirk. Was smirking even then. Gaze half-lidded with the pain, his eyes such a dangerous cut of gemstone that you couldn’t escape them. Held, hunted, snared.

His wrath, his every gritted tremor as he grimaced through the agony, made his eyes glint that much more harshly as they bore like spearheads into yours.

“Oh, rabbit… ” he’d rasply mused, one corner of his lips curling as he watched your faltered steps. “You’d better fucking kill me.”

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. The cogs in your mind unturning.

Something in you balked. Panicked. A spark of fright that made you act without thinking.

You'd turned.

You ran.

You'd left him there, hearing him collapse to his knees behind you. Hoping his wound would end him with every beat of you sprinting across the sand, with every painful heave of your lungs. Praying he'd continue to bleed, that the desert would take what you couldn’t.

You really should have killed him.

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Author's Note: If I didn’t pick a theme song for every chapter I’d die

derek goffard , bastard playlist (full disclosure some of these are pure Derek slander because it makes me laugh to think about him singing Money by Cardi b) (also there are not one but ~two~ songs named ‘tantrum’. For reasons.)

[women-are-hot]

"You're scaring me" - (Prompt List 3)

“Hey everyone and welcome to this youtube video. Today I’m going to do something really funny. I’m going to make a prank on Ale. It’s going to be me ignoring her the whole day as I know she gets so pissed when I’m ignoring her, so I thought it could be quite funny to see her reaction. So the next clip is probably me jumping around, being nervous about this prank, so bear with me” I said to the camera.

“Oh, if you’re new to this channel and don’t know who Ale is. Ale’s real name that she is more known as is Alexia Putellas aka la reina de barca. She’s the captain of FC Barcelona femeni and the spanish national team and she is my absolutely amazing, lovely, kind, beautiful and also very hot girlfriend. Hope you know her a bit more now and if you want to know more then just google her name” I added, winking at the camera at the last sentence and turning off the camera.

I tried to find some good places to put the camera’s. Alexia is soon coming home, so I better speed up. I’m quite nervous, but also very excited about this.

After around 20 minutes, I heard Alexia stepping into the house and good for me I had time to hide the cameras, cause as I said in the video, I jumped around for literally 5 minutes straight, because I’m that excited and nervous about this prank. 

“Hola mi amor” Alexia yelled and I tried not to laugh, because she was probably confused that I didn’t run and jump on her as I normally do everytime she comes home.

“¿Qué es esto?” (What is this?) I heard Alexia whisper in Spanish as I was trying not to die in laughter. I’m literally so bad at serious pranks.

“Darling? You’re home?” Alexia yelled, now stepping into the living room, where I was.

“Hola mi amor. Why weren’t you answering me?” she asked and sat down beside me, probably expecting a hug.

As she found out I wasn’t going to give her a hug, she took her arms around me and laid me inside her arms. God dammit, this is hard I thought as Alexia gave my head a kiss.

“Are you sad or something?” she asked.

“Querida? What’s up?” she asked once again and I (once again) ignored her.

“Did someone make you sad?” she asked and when I didn’t answer, I could feel her tense a bit.

“Who made you sad? Tell me their name and I’ll find their address and beat them up. Nothing is allowed to make you sad, princesa!” Alexia said, making me smile a bit, but lucky for me that she didn’t see it. I kept ignoring her…

I decided that it would probably be easier if I walked away from her, so that it would maybe get a reaction, so I got out of her arms and into the bathroom, pretending I had to pee.

“Nala, do you know what’s wrong with your mom?” I heard Alexia ask our dog. Typical…

After around 3 minutes, I walked out of the bathroom, seeing Alexia smiling at me, but her smile quickly faded when I walked around the corner into the kitchen, where I’ve also sat a camera.

Alexia followed me into the kitchen. After seeing that I wasn’t going to acknowledge her, she stepped over to me and put her arms around my waist from behind. My weak point.

“You’re scaring me” Alexia whispered, kissing my neck softly.

“Please tell me if there is something wrong?” she asked once again.

I kept my focus on the fruits I was cutting and then Alexia kinda gave up.

“A la mierda esto” (fuck this) Alexia whispered to herself, walking out of the kitchen and making me chukle a bit.

This is kinda fun actually…

“WAIT A DAMN MINUTE” Alexia yelled and stepped into the kitchen with 5 cameras in her hands.

“You’re doing one of these pranks on me, aren’t you?” Alexia asked which made me smile and her smile even more as she put the cameras down on the table and picked me up easily.

“You’re such a dumbass” she said and then I couldn’t hold it anymore, so I started laughing with her as she sat me down again.

“The prank was about me ignoring you” I explained, finally giving Alexia a hug.

“I waited for this god dammit hug for an hour now” Alexia said, making me laugh again.

“I also waited to finally hug you” I replied.

“Maybe you’ve been waiting for more? In the bed?” Alexia asked.

I just gave her shoulder a gentle push, before kissing her as we then took it to the bedroom.

[mariaofdoranelle]

Can We Trust Them With a Baby?

Empty Nested AU

@goddess-aelin DMed me this prompt and now I’m obsessed (thank you btw❤️):

I’m not sure if you’re taking prompts or if this would fit with what you want for this AU but I’d be curious to see how the kids react to rowaelin getting married or like having another baby since they’re so young still 👀

I also used @tomtenadia’s idea of stretching before sex because how could I not

Warnings: language, mentions of sex, Arobynn being thrown off a boat

Word count: 2,7k

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“I’m asking your mother’s hand in marriage tomorrow.”

Finn leaned back and crossed his arms, his face unreadable. Aelin went out for drinks with her friends straight from work, so Rowan took it as a cue to speak with her son.

After a few seconds, Finn had his eyes narrowed, looking straight into Rowan’s.

“Don’t you think you’re too young for that?”

Swallowing his laughter, Rowan refused to answer this.

“I thought that the point of you two was having fun now that Maisie and I aren’t here to entertain you.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow. “And marriage stops people from having fun?”

Finn hummed, scratching his chin. “If it’s my permission you’re asking—“

“Kid, after being investigated by Child Protective Services because when I was on a work trip you and Maisie were caught drinking my whiskey and playing with my soccer ball while it was catching fire, I don’t think I need to ask your permission for anything.”

Finn had the gall to smirk.

“Okay, then. If you’re asking my opinion, I think that if mom wants to get married again, I’m glad that it’s with you.”

Rowan leaned back on his chair with crossed arms, but internally he liked where Finn was going.

“But,” The boy said, pointing his index finger up only to rest both hands on the table after, leaning in with squinted eyes. “If you hurt mom, I hurt you. If you deny her chocolate cake, I’ll cut your tongue off. If you cheat on her, I’ll emasculate-“

“That’s my dad you’re talking about, dickhead!” Maisie’s muffled voice boomed from the other side of the door.

Rowan sighed. “Mais, what did we discuss about eavesdro—“

The door were opened so harshly it slammed against the wall. “You.” She pointed at Finn’s face. “Are so screwed.” Maisie’s smirk slowly built, becoming more wicked each time. “I can’t wait to become your older sister.”

The boy gaped. “You’re four months older!”

“And I’m going to make your curse those four months for the rest of your life!”

Rowan sighed and went to his room, knowing the kids’s banter could last hours if they wanted to.

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Rowan looked at Aelin’s nail polish, and tried not to feel bitter about it. He made plans with her for the whole day, but Maisie insisted a bit too much that Aelin should have a spa day with her. He loved that his daughter was trying to have some quality time alone with Aelin, but why would she ask her to paint nails together on the day he wanted to propose?

“You’re frowning,” Aelin said with a tilted head. He took her to have dinner on a boat to propose, wanting to reenact the day the first got together, but Aelin looked so gorgeous he couldn’t quite pay attention on the Florine River tonight.

Rowan blinked and schooled his face into neutrality.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He rubbed the back of Aelin’s hand with his thumb in reassurance, but she still raised an eyebrow at him.

Unable to lie to her, he sent a mischievous grin, making her smile back.

Looking deep into Aelin’s eyes, he asked, “Did I ever tell you that you’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me?”

Aelin beamed, “You do it everyday.”

“Good. I have to make sure you don’t forget it.” Rowan sent her a shy smile. “Anyway, I was thinking about you, like I always do, but there was this day specifically that I came to the conclusion that—“

“LET ME PASS!” a voice boomed in the restaurant, catching everyone’s attention and interrupting Rowan’s speech.

A blonde woman was having her way blocked by a waiter, but she ran, going through another path, and started to bang on the kitchen’s door. Rowan could see through the window that the staff was holding it blocked from the inside, but the blonde one was unstoppable.

“AROBYNN, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” She kicked the door so hard it got dented. “STOP HIDING BEHIND YOUR BALL-LICKING PUNCHBAGS!”

He looked back at Aelin, and they were both slack-jawed. Then she tapped his arm and pointed the kitchen’s way. The waitress that was talking with the blonde woman was opening the kitchen’s door. Rowan dragged his chair to sit by Aelin’s side so he could have better view of whatever was happening.

“Gossip,” she whispered on his ear.

“Shut up,” he hushed when a red-haired man came out.

Aelin gasped. “Is that the chef? Is Arobynn the chef?”

Rowan didn’t have time to answer his soon-to-be fiancée. The chef quickly glanced around the kitchen and walked the blonde’s way, wearing a charming smile. However, before he could reach her, the same waitress who opened the kitchen’s door grabbed a fistful of cake from a costumer’s table and smashed it on his face.

The whole restaurant gasped, and he could hear Aelin mutter, “The waste!”

The chef turned back to the cake’s source, and it allowed the waitress to do the same with the other side of his face.

“How dare you cheat on me with her! I was fine with just your husband, but adding a fourth—“

“A HUSBAND?” The blonde shrieked.

Rowan threw a protective hand over Aelin’s shoulders. “Dear Mala.”

“The plot thickens,” she whispered back.

As he ushered the girls to the outer part of the boat, Arobynn had the fakest smile Rowan had ever seen. The waitress shook her head and entered the kitchen, but the initial blonde girl went away with him.

Rowan went back to his seat in front of Aelin, and she was blinking at him with a surprised grin.

“What’s up with the two of us and boats?”

“I did have something planned for this boat date specifically.” He said while rubbing her hand with his thumb again.

“Do tell me.”

Rowan kissed the back of her hand and after taking a deep breath—

“SHE THREW THE CHEF INTO THE RIVER!” someone screamed.

Looking around, and it was easy to spot the blonde across the glass wall, and a waiter running to her spot, throwing a lifebuoy on the river. Rowan was frozen, holding his breath until the waiter relaxed and gave a thumbs up. Well, at least Arobynn didn’t drown.

Right after the costumers settled back, some still shocked, the restaurant manager announced that they’d be stopping at the next spot, but they’d send information on how to schedule a free dinner as an apology.

When they got out, there was a police car and an ambulance waiting, making Aelin gape at him. “This might be the best date you’ve ever took me.”

Rowan wrapped a hand around her waist and kissed the crown of Aelin’s head, happy that their failed date was exciting for her. He didn’t get to propose tonight, but if Rowan’s goal was to spend the rest of his life with her, it didn’t make sense to complain over asking her a few days late.

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Later that night, they were both on the couch, watching TV and eating popcorn. The kids had decided to sleep at his place, not wanting to be under the same roof as them after the proposal, so it was just the two of them at Aelin’s tonight.

Rowan was laying with his head on her lap, and the way Aelin was running her fingers through his hair almost made him purr.

She chuckled. “You’re no better than a house cat.”

“I love you,” he said with closed eyes and the face as blissful as it could get.

“Love you too.” She rubbed his cheek with her thumb. “Ro?”

He hummed.

“What did you want to talk with me earlier?”

Just like that, his eyes opened. Rowan’s heartbeat got so strong he could feel it in his throat. Looking back at her, Aelin was already with one eyebrow raised, her face tight. God, she’d never let him never get away with anything.

“I’m not in a hurry.”

She crossed her arms. “Well, now I am.”

Rowan’s eyes went wide. “Do you know something?”

“What I know is that you were sugarcoating me with fancy boat dates and now is looking like a deer in the headlights. Spill.”

He swallowed, torn between having the perfect moment and leaving her upset. When she shifted a little on her spot and casually picked off her nail polish, giving away her apprehension, Rowan knew what to do.

Sat by her side on the couch, he held her hands and cleared his throat.

“Fireheart, I...” And then Rowan blinked once. Twice. Still not processing fully the idea he’d just had, he asked, “Can you put a bathing suit on?”

Aelin looked a little confused, but complied. He ran around the house, gathering what was needed while she was changing clothes and getting ready before she came in to snoop.

Nice mild lightning with romantic purposes? Check.

Finn’s crocodile pool float? Check.

Waterproof swimming bag with rings inside? Check.

Rowan’s heart was going a mile a minute, but there was no going back now.

“Buzzard! What’s going on?” she asked just in time.

She was on the couch again, but this time with a red bikini that made Rowan stop dead on his tracks, his heart beating faster than before. For fuck’s sake, if Rowan managed to put a ring on her finger, he’d be pretty sure he’s capable of anything.

Aelin smirked. “Maybe we should use the pool more often. You look really hot in those swimming trunks.”

He swallowed. Rowan would take his time to gloat in any other day, but his nerves were getting the best of him today. He cleared his throat and extended his hand, which she promptly took.

No one said anything as Rowan led her to the pool and placed them both face-to-face on the inflatable crocodile, legs dangling in the water.

“That’s the closest to a boat I could think of after the restaurant disaster.”

Aelin giggled. “Why do you need a boat?”

“Because we first got together in one.”

“Oh.”

“You weren’t wrong when you said I was trying to sugarcoat you into something.”

Aelin squinted with mock mistrust, making him smile.

Rowan took her hand in his, fiddling with them. “I never had much to complain about my life. You know every twist and turn of it, and you know that every time I look back, I come to the conclusion that my life was pretty good.” He looked up, gazing into her eyes. “But if I knew you’d make me feel this happy and fulfilled just for being by my side, I would’ve asked you out on a date the day we met, eight years ago.”

Aelin squeezed his hand in reassurance. They’d talked a lot about the time they had a crush on each other, and in the end things happen when they’re supposed to and that’s okay.

He continued, “I love our life, how simple it is. You know, just sharing a bed, buying groceries together, going downtown for the weekend. But at the same time it doesn’t feel simple. Sometimes I get overwhelmed solely by the fact that you exist.” He sent her a shaky, close-lipped smile. “What I’m trying to tell you is that I love our life just as it is, and I don’t ever want to go back to how I was before you.”

“I feel pretty much the same, love.” Aelin was silently shedding a few tears, he brushed them with his thumb.

Rowan placed a few rogue strands of her hair behind her ear. “Good, because...” he looked around, nothing but water around them. “Fuck, I don’t think I can get on one knee here.”

“What?” Aelin was frozen in place, looking like she’d just seen a ghost.

With shaky hands, he opened the waterproof bag and snatched the little box, opening it and showing to her.

“Fireheart, will you—“

“Yes!” she screamed and threw herself at him, making the crocodile float flip.

The velvet box was completely soaked in his hands, but at least he managed to close it before his girlf- fiancée’s adorable attack.

Aelin wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed all over his face. “Yes.” A peck on his cheek. “Yes.” Another on the tip of his nose. “Yes.” On his lips this time. “Of course I want to marry you, Rowan.”

After some post-proposal bliss together, Aelin decided to take pictures of her ring, and Rowan finally understood why Maisie insisted that Aelin should paint her nails today. God, his daughter was a genius. He never thought about how many different ways one single hand could pose in a picture, but Aelin seemed to nail all of them.

Rowan’s grin probably looked silly, but he was loving to see his Fireheart’s enthusiasm over their engagement. Unable to stop himself, he gave a gentle kiss on her shoulder blades, making her turn around and kiss his lips instead.

They both laid on the pool chair, and he held her tight, kissing her head. Aelin’s hair was all chlorine, and Rowan was so happy it might become his favorite smell.

“Buzzard?”

He hummed.

She sat, intently looking at him. “I just feel like we should be on the same page about something.”

Rowan straightened his posture and squeezed her hand.

She cleared her throat. “He haven’t discussed about, you know, the kids subject.”

“Oh.” His posture relaxed. “Don’t worry, I talked with them before proposing. They’re fine with it.”

Aelin blushed. “I’m glad, but I was actually asking you how do you feel about having kids again.”

His mouth opened, and then closed again. Rowan would be lying if he said he’d never thought of having kids with Aelin. At 35 and 38, they were at the age a lot of people chose to have kids. However, as much as his girlfri- fiancée loved Finn, Rowan knew raising him as a teenager had left some wounds on her, so he didn’t want to make her feel pressured by bringing it up. Honestly, he was more than happy with just Maisie, Aelin and Finn, but now that she was asking how he felt about having more...

“Please, say something.”

“Fireheart.” He pulled her on his lap and wrapped his arms around her. “Do you want to have more kids?”

“Well... I don’t need more, I love our family as it is. But I’d love to have more, if that’s something you’d want too.”

Rowan hummed. “Now that our friends are in the kids phase too, we can even have free babysitters this time.”

“We can make Finn and Maisie babysit in during summer.”

“Can we trust them with a baby, though?”

Aelin scrunched up her nose in response, then smiled. “Does this mean we’re having a baby, then?”

“I think so, yeah.” He rested his forehead on her shoulder and started chuckling.

Aelin elbowed his abs. “What are you laughing at?”

“We bought two hundred condoms this spring, now summer barely begun and we just decided to not use them.”

Grabbing his chin, Aelin pressed their noses and foreheads together, their breaths mingling. “You better get me pregnant before they expire, then.”

She started leaning in to kiss him, but Rowan got up from the pool chair and tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom fireman style.

Not bridal style, because Rowan’s desire to show off to his fiancée was bigger than his lower back pain, and he didn’t want her to see the huge wince he was wearing. God, he should’ve listened to Aelin and gone to the pilates class with her when she asked him to.

After dropping her on the bed, Rowan very casually flexed and stretched a few parts of his body.

Aelin cackled, and he could swear her head tilted back while she wheezed was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“Are you stretching before sex?”

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“No,” Rowan lied.

Still laughing, she said, “You’re such an old man”

He wrapped both hands around her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed.

“I’ll show you the old man.”

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[liannelara-dracula]

Hello...can you make love aesthetic of Yuma ,ruki and kou

Yuma Mukami Lover Aesthetic + Hcs

"I never knew a better sound than my name on your lips"

Hi Love,

Sorry for all the wait. I will link the other ones as soon as possible below. I hope you like it and I'm sorry if the others don't come out to be as long as this one.

-> Kou's version

-> Ruki's version

-Liannelara

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Requests are open

Rules

Warning:

*certain words have been censored for Tumblr guidelines.

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He met her in the woods. This was back in the 1800s. She was a slave girl in a European village. She had been sold off by her parents to work for others, and she was beaten and bruised as a kid.

At some point, a wealthy family bought her as a servant, and they also ab*sed her. She was mistreated repeatedly, but she stayed because they provided for her.

She fell in love with the family's son, so they beat her and tossed her out into the woods by the lake, covered in dirt and bruises. Her clothes were tattered and b⸸oodstained too.

Seeing she had nowhere to go, she lived outside in the woods by the lake. The girl had to make the most of it while she was by herself. She took whatever she could find for food and clothes. Most times, she wore thin cotton dresses, and they were filthy and worn out. She used to sleep outside on the grass fields and by the trees. 

Now when Yuma met her he was out in the woods one day in the evening (he was a vamp at this point) and it was by the lake.

And since there was no other way to clean herself the girl always used the lake as a way to clean herself up. So like every other time she stripped from her clothes and swam for a bit.

Now I picture that Yuma was walking by the lake and he heard some splashing noises and so he took a look from afar. He saw a girl swimming in the lake. He eventually got closer to the lake to see but she still hadn’t noticed that someone was watching her.

It wasn’t until she came up to get air that he noticed she was topless in front of him.

Of course, here she’d scream and he'd just be annoyed, mostly cause he just doesn't care if she's n@ked.

"Damn woman, quit screaming!" He'd say, covering his ears.

Yuma saw how this girl only hid behind the boulder that was big enough to cover her n@kedness.

"Here. Put this on." He'd say handing her the dress.

Instead of listening she just watched him seeing that she wasn't sure to trust him.

"Look you can't hide in the lake the whole time. You'll catch a cold."

After changing and slipping on her dress which clung to her wet body she walked away to gather her things.

“Hey, are you lost or something?” Yuma would ask fighting the urge to help or not. “You shouldn’t be out here on your own. These woods ain’t safe at night.” He added on.

Seeing she didn't respond he got annoyed and raised his voice a bit. “Hey, I’m talking to you, the least you could do is answer me?”

She stopped knowing that if she didn’t answer he might not leave her alone. She looked down, her hair in her face a bit as she mumbled, “I’m fine. Don’t need anything.” She shivered from the cold and the possibility of this going all wrong.

It seemed like she was upset after answering him because she ended up walking away from him.

Seeing this, Yuma decided to watch her to see where she was actually going. Something about her just seemed off.

So he watched her and saw that she slept outside beside a tree and he just felt bad for her bc he knows what that is like. The next morning he waited at the lake and she ended up being there, washing some things that she had to wash. 

He startled her and told her to shut up about it.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on someone like that!”

“Ya, well you don’t really notice your surroundings that well.” 

She scoffed, “Why are you following me?” She asked, still not looking at him.

“I brought you something, I know it’s not much but you probably haven’t seen one of these in a while.” He’d say crouching down to her level to give her the apple in his hand.

She was hesitant to take it bc she was worried she’d get in trouble bc she was never allowed to actually eat better food when she was a slave to that previous family.

“Hey, it’s not poisonous. I grew it myself.” His response was honest and so she took the apple and placed it in the pocket of her dress.

“Thank you, sir.” She said, she was trying to show her gratitude by addressing him since she was used to being people’s slave.

Yuma was taken back by it and felt hella awkward. “Look, I’m not your master or anything, so don’t say things like that!”

“But then how’d you grow this? You have to be well off to own a field.”

“I like to garden.” He’d say looking down at her as her beat hands scrubbed the cloth. She nodded at this and understood.

“Do you have a name?” Yuma waited for her to answer.

“A name?”

“Yeah, you a foreigner or somethin’? Cause it sounds like you don’t understand some stuff I’m saying.”

“Ah, I just, I don’t really have a name . . . ” She practically whispered, “I don’t have a birthday either.”

She might have a spring name or something sweet like Juliette or Yulianna. But I think Yuma will give her a name (I’ll talk about it further down).

“Huh, it’s a shame  . . .  I’m Yuma.” 

“Y . . . Yuma?” She’d trail off in thought. “How do you spell that?” She looked at him in utter confusion but also curiosity.

“So you never went to school either ay?”

“I used to go to reform schools but I didn’t stay long enough. But I learned the alphabet thanks to someone I know.” She smiled to herself thinking of the boy she loved and how he helped her with reading on the days his parents weren’t around. 

“Damn, you really are dense.”

There was silence between them, even tho he technically insulted her she just decided to ignore it but Yuma couldn’t settle for less. He took a stick and started writing his name in the dirt.

“Alright, I’m only gonna show ya once. So look here.” He said cutting the silence. She had finished cleaning and put the clothes into a basket. Hearing this she walked over to him to look at what he wrote.

“. . . y-u . . . ?” The girl traced her fingers on the engraved letters, struggling to remember the next letters.

“‘m-a’. Tch, man, that person who taught you surely didn’t do a great job.” He degraded, even tho that’s not what he really wanted to say to her.

This hurt her feelings, causing her to frown. “At least, he was kind to me.”

Yuma focused more on his senses and was able to pick up the scent of b⸸ood from her. And decided to help her seeing he knew that she wasn’t healing. He assumed she had more than just bruises on her body judging by her scent. He could smell b⸸ood and that her flesh wasn’t healing. So he took matters into his own hands and brought her home wherever he and his brothers were staying at.

He was hoping Ruki could help him but he wasn’t there so he just had to put his skills to use in order to help her. Luckily he knew a thing or two and so he got her to shower and he did his best in treating her. 

Considering he needed to know where she was injured he had to have her show him but bc it was all over her body she didn’t want to. And knowing how Yuma is so shameless he just started to unbutton her dress to see where the cuts were but they had a bit of argument. But overall he did his best to help. 

Yuma made her stay because he told her she needs to rest and plus Ruki didn’t care but he did want him to keep an arm's distance because he could get attached. Although rather than getting better she started to feel worse because her wounds were infected. Yuma felt bad for her seeing how much she twitched in pain with the side effects of the healing medicine Ruki had tried to put on her in order to help.

Ruki had to tell Yuma that he had to let her go because she was too weak to live at this point.

“C’mon man there’s gotta be something.”

“Yuma, you and I both know her body is rotting. Her scent has changed since she came here.”

“I know . . . but I don’t want to tell her she’s dy!ng. She's young, man. She could have a life.” 

She’d be lying on his bed barely on the verge of being awake anymore but her persistent coughs stirred her awake constantly. When she saw Yuma come in and sit next to her, she smiled, “Thank you.”

He looked at her with his brows furrowed, “For what? It’s not like I saved you.”

“No, but you tried. That counts, even if I’m going to d!e---” She said stopping due to her having a coughing fit.

“You’re not dy!ng today.” It was the last thing he told her before having her turn.

He only managed to have this happen because he asked Karlheinz to spare her life and he said he would if he agreed to not love her.

She ended up living with Yuma and his brothers seeing she was supposed to.  When she first woke up and realized she didn’t d!e she was confused, Yuma was the first person she saw when she was awake and he tried to explain, but she didn’t accept what he told her.

He taught her how to feed which didn’t go very well seeing that she didn’t want to. Yuma gave up trying to teach her and asked Ruki for help instead seeing he had a more gentle approach it worked.

She didn’t have much of a wardrobe so he took her out so she could buy fabric and sew herself some dresses. He even paid for it bc he felt bad and he wanted to give her something to wear. 

I picture that when she was done making them she tried one on and showed it to him. He thought it looked good and was surprised she could be so handy.

Although she is in the times when girls are neglected Yuma doesn’t do that to her, he treats her as an equal in fact all of his brothers do too. Yuma’s honestly a little too tough on her but considering she was a slave she’s used to it. She doesn’t even complain about it. 

She didn’t get along with him at first bc of what he did but the more she thought about it and got to know him she wasn’t upset.

She had to help out with chores and he typically did them with her unless one of his brothers was already helping. Apart from their plantation they also took care of animals because they are wealthy and back then people used to buy land and make a living off of animals and what they grew so she’d help out with animals. 

And I think she used to feed the pigs and Yuma thought it was cute and I think that’s where he got this “little pig,” (this is not canon it’s just an idea I had).

One time Kou tried giving her all the work because he was being lazy and Yuma was so upset that he got into a fight with him. She tried to stop them and she only got hurt in the process.

He felt so guilty for bruising her, that he apologized and stuck a sugar cube in her mouth. She didn’t know what to say because she felt it was strange.

She’s also never had sugar so she was surprised about the taste.

Yuma made her work in the garden with him sometimes when he needed extra help. And honestly, he gets mad if she makes a mistake. Although she usually knows what to do. 

He likes to watch her work because she’s gentle and even nice to the small animals and doesn’t k!ll the insects.

I could see she doesn’t like to eat tomatoes so when he shoved one in her mouth she made a face before swallowing. And he was upset that she didn’t like them.

Yuma was mean to her for a good while since he’s kind of harsh and so I’m not surprised if he called her stupid/ other insensitive things a bunch of times to the point where he made her cry. It was in the kitchen when she just made a small mistake or something and his brothers saw everything.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to--”

“You know you really are stupid, you ever wondered if that’s why that family threw ya out!? You can be so dense--”

“You’re crying? You gotta be kidding me!”

“D-don’t you ever feel bad for what you say to people? . . . I have feelings t-too you know?” She said between hiccups. “But maybe you forgot what that feels like because you haven’t been human in so long but it really hurts. A-and I just d-don’t understand . . . if you h-hate me so much then why did you turn me!? Am I really that h-horrible?  . . . W-why didn’t you just let me d!e?” She sobbed in her hands uncontrollably leaving him a little shocked and for his brothers to scold him, especially Kou since he took a liking to her and felt bad for her.

Eventually, they made up and were a bit more honest with each other. It’s honestly when he started to be a little weird bc he liked her and she kinda felt strange about it seeing he was nice to her. Well, he did his best.

There was one time they were outside in town and she was cold and he put his rustic sweater on her bc he said it was too hot anyway. So she wore it and smiled secretly finding it kinda funny bc he didn’t know how to be nice.

One time she made a cherry pie and he was watching her in the kitchen until Kou pointed it out.

“You’re watching her?”

“I’m waiting till she messes up.”

“Uh-huh, you know she’s better than Ruki.”

Kou has even pushed you two together because he knows what’s up. And Yuma’s mad at him for it. I think it’s because this is like the first woman he’s ever been serious about.

And tbh she’s kinda clueless about his feelings at first since she feels like it’d be to weird to imagine.

Because fall is harvest season he becomes extra busy in his garden which meant that he wanted her to help. I honestly see that she’d mess with him too.

I think she splashed water on him and it was a never-ending water fight.

He’d chase her around the garden sometimes.

Although when things got really strange he once k!ssed her while showing her how to harvest one of the plants. (depending on how you cut your plant when you need the leaves or flowers you can potentially stop the plant growth so you gotta be careful.)

He caught her completely off guard, so much that she just panicked and turned the other way even tho he just k!ssed her again thinking it was fun to mess with her.

He’d even ask her if she was embarrassed because he sucks.

Although she got him back when they were walking around in town and she k!ssed his cheek in front of his brothers.

It was kind of her way of confirming how she felt with the k!ss he gave her before.

Oh before I forget to mention since she doesn’t have a name she goes by because people always changed it he just called her little pig or you bc he didn’t know what else to call her. However when they were a couple he actually gave her, her name.

“Hey, you ever thought of giving yourself a name? It’s getting tiring just saying ‘you’ all the time.” He’d say looking at the new plants that were sprouting.

She sat on the bench in his garden weaving a basket, “Oh yeah, hmm I was thinking maybe something like Violet?” 

“Violet? You sure, you don’t really look like a Violet?” He disagreed thinking she should find a better name.

“How about ‘Poppy’?”

“Nah.”

“Rosemary?”

“You really wanna be named after a plant, little pig?” He chuckled.

“Well, all of the people I have served always asked me for a name and a lot of the times the only words I could get out of my mouth were names of plants or flowers since I work with them a lot and plus my parents never gave me a name because they thought I was never worthy of one and I’ve been to shy to give a real one.  . . . so, I don’t really know what name a girl could have . . . Hey, Yuma, what do you think should be my name?”

“You want me to choose?” He turned to look at her as he tended to his plants, his brows furrowed at this.

She stopped her weaving, holding the straw in her hands, “Yeah, what name do you think suits me?”

He walked over to her, taking a seat next to her, “Hmm, how about piglet?”

“Yuma, I’m being serious. You didn’t like what I suggested so what should my name be? It’s better if you choose.” She insisted, hitting his shoulder playfully.

“Alright, alright . . . how about, Y/n?” He’d ask brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

(If you don’t want it to be an x reader or you don’t like your name I really see him suggesting the name Juliette or even Yulianna but I mostly see Juliette).

“I like it.” She smiled at him. 

Since she has low literacy judging by the time this is taking place I think Ruki taught her but Yuma was the one to help her practice and he was a bit of a jerk sometimes. He was kinda hard on her too but if she did really well he’d give her a sugar cube.

Or he’d give her a day of no chores and take her anywhere she’d want to go in town. So it’s like going on a date.

On one of her outings, she saw that boy she used to like and his family. They tried to bother her and Yuma got mad and she kinda ended up telling him about it.

From then on he was kinda protective of her just a little more and slightly worried. He was mad that people did that to her too.

I’m not sure when he started to like her but once he realized it he tried to ignore it.

Here are what the pics mean in their relationship:

Hands--it kinda resembles their relationship in the beginning of how close they are but not close enough.

Hair with soap -- he’d wash her hair cause he likes to pamper her in that way.

He also just wants to join her in showering, so not surprised if they’ve gone skinny dipping in a lake tbh.

Girl and Iips -- In the pic she’s kinda sweaty so this just imagery of when she’s working hard and Yuma thinks she looks attractive with sweat coming down her neck from the sun and all that. This usually happens when she’s doing chores and hard labor. Since this was back in the 1800s and they have a house with a lot of land so it requires maintenance and the animals to take care of too.

Rustic Sweater girl and boy -- It’s his sweater but he gives it to her a lot of the time to stay warm. And he likes it on her. 

At some point, she was just stealing his clothes cause they were big on her.

Girl under a tree (exposed) -- Represents the first time she met him where she was n@ked and how she’s been n@ked in front of him various times. Mostly when she’s showering or changing. Although it's just cause he walks in on her a lot.

Autumn trees -- the season of when they met and their favorite time of year.

I also picture that she loves to jump in leaf piles and he just looks at her like she’s dumb to even tho he loves her.

Hands against the wall / intertwined -- His intimacy, he’s a rough guy, need to say anymore?

Pie -- She likes to bake and he likes watching her. And I think he likes pies because of her.

White linger*e -- He likes to see her in white and cute frilly things that are kinda girly cause he likes it on her.

Apart from this I think their love was pretty peaceful but things changed after a while and it was either because she d!ed or because he left her.

I see it mostly that he left her and it's not cause he didn’t love her he just didn’t want her to be part of Karlheinz’s plans and so he struck a deal with him to let her go.

And she was honestly just upset and hurt by him deciding for her. She was no longer in his life afterward. He actually left her without a word so that hurt because she never heard from him again.

So then she just had to move on and he did too. I don’t think she ever saw him again.

She still has that rustic sweater and never forgot about it.

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