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yutahoes · 4 years ago

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Sakura

(Part Ten)

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten

genre : Chaptered, Fluff

pairing : childhood friends: soccer player! Nakamoto Yuta x single mom! Y/N

word count : 1.9k words

You’ll always be his Sakura.

@ailoveyuta @loona-4-eva @aiforyuu @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @url-lindo-sexy @nuoyipeach @aaasteroidsky @readers-posts @delightfultacobread @bby-kji9

"...And then okaasan, Cherry made me this card to congratulate me for making the team." Yuta shared with a smile, lightly staring at the pink paper on the dashboard of his car. "I think she got Y/N's talent in drawing."

"It must be nostalgic to see her especially when you said that she looks exactly like Y/N." His mom's voice can be heard through the speaker phone of the car. He was driving to Jae's school since it's his first soccer match.

Yuta smiled at the memory of Y/N's surprised face when he asked for her to grant his wish. Well, Jae's wish. And that is to let him play in the little league of their school. The younger boy looked so happy when she agreed, even promising that he'll listen to the coach and not forget about his studies and eating.

He saw the passion in Jae's eyes while practicing and he can't wait to celebrate with him when he gets his first goal. Was he the same when he was a kid? He must be really pretty cool back then. "I hope you can meet Jae and Cherry, okaasan." Yuta said with a chuckle. "You'll love them both."

"I know I will." His mom claimed. "Son, you seemed happier than the past months you talked to me." Is he? "Whatever you're doing, you know that I and your otousan are here to support you."

If there is one thing that Yuta heavily realized about everything that's happening, parenting is not an easy task. He felt a great appreciation for his parents who never left his side and is always there whatever his decisions in life are. It is indeed true that you'll appreciate people more if you're in their shoes. "Okaasan, I never told you and otousan this but I love you both. And I'm always thankful that you're my parents."

He heard a sniffle in the background that made him chuckle, "Are you crying?" He asked in disbelief. His mom? The true Osaka mom, who never lets her child show her emotion, is crying? "I'll go home soon. I miss you already."

"And we miss you, Yuta. I'm glad you're happier now." And he is.

Yuta was surprised at how small the crowd is during the soccer league. It's one of the school's sports, why is there so little audience? He immediately saw them by the bleachers, Cherry was seated beside her mom who was carrying Jae who looked like he was crying. "What happened?" He asked immediately, putting down the things he brought.

Jae transferred to his arms, sobbing hard. "I'm scared. What if I don't get a goal today? What if I fall?" Yuta smiled at that. He's so cute. "What if the team loses?"

"Hey buddy, it's alright." He assured. "It's fine if we cannot goal today, we can do it next time. And it's alright to fall, that's part of the game." Jae stared at him, blinking his tears away. Yuta put him down, letting him sit. "I have something for you."

He took a box of shoes from the plastic bag he brought, opening it to show him a new set of soccer shoes. The older removed his old shoes, replacing them with new ones and even tying the shoelaces for him. "Just enjoy playing for now, Jae. Don't think of winning. We can do it next time."

The young boy nodded, jumping with his new shoes. "I will play soccer as cool as you. And then I'm going to be known in soccer like you." He said while smiling widely. "Appa."

Yuta smiled. That word. The butterflies in his stomach are fluttering. "That's my boy." He grinned, ruffling his hair. Jae ran down to the field as he watched him with the taller, bigger kids.

Y/N was looking at him, eyes twinkling. "What?" He asked but she shook her head. When he glanced at Cherry, she was just smiling knowingly at him.

The game is just a simple elementary soccer league at first, five kids played against another five kid team. But what surprised Yuta is how rough the children were. He remembered one kid, the guy who was bullying Jae the first time he saw him at school. He kept on kicking the other kid's ankle, stepping on another's foot just to have the ball for his own yet the coach isn't even telling him off. At one point, the kid even bumped on Jae purposely even if they're on the same team that made the smaller kid fall.

Y/N was about to storm down the bleachers when Yuta held her hand. "Let him. He needs to learn to stand up." She only grasped their intertwined hands that made Yuta smile. She didn't let go, instead held on to him tighter.

Jae was obviously stopping himself from crying while playing. When the ball was kicked in front of him, he didn’t hesitate to create a beeline to the goal. In his short stature, he kicked the ball which entered the goal that gave a score on the team. Cherry was cheering and Yuta grinned, Y/N’s hold on Yuta got tighter if possible and her eyes were twinkling once again. She’s happy. Jae was running on the whole field, smiling at himself. His first goal. He remembered feeling lightheaded when he did that in first grade, his parents watching him while smiling. Now, he felt proud of Jae. Like a dad. Maybe this is what his dad felt that time.

“Hey, shorty!” The coach called in a booming voice. “Isn’t it my order to give Siwoo the ball whatever happens?” What? Yuta was about to storm to where the coach was but Y/N pulled him back, shaking her head. “Come here, shorty.”

His eyes went red seeing how the big coach lightly hit the younger’s head using his finger. “Yuta…” Y/N called but he’s already in front of the bigger man.

“Do you really have to do that?” Yuta asked calmly. “What’s wrong with this kid scoring a goal? Is your son the only member of the team?”

The coach smirked and Yuta wanted to punch his cocky face that instant. “Oh look. If it isn’t the world-class soccer superstar.” he teased that made him glare. "This is a school league, hotshot. Last time I checked you don't have any children." Yuta clenched his jaw at that. He's so annoying. "Oh. Are you banging this kid's mom? Must be a pretty good fuck that you have to support this dadless loser."

That does it. Yuta landed a punch on his face, even holding the collar of his shirt in annoyance. "Shut your fucking mouth." He spat and was about to land another punch when he saw from his peripheral sight the fright in Jae's eyes while watching him. The younger had always stared at him in adoration so seeing him like this scared Yuta for a moment. He clenched his fist, dropping his arm on his sides when the coach landed a punch on his face.

"You think you're some amazing dude just because you play soccer?" The coach asked, punching his face once again. "Since you're so great, why don't you just coach them?" The principal and some other dads stopped the two but Yuta's eyes were focused on the younger boy looking at him with tears in his eyes. He can't even hear the profanities that the coach was saying, all he could hear is this little voice in his head scolding himself for getting angry and scaring Jae.

Yuta jolted in pain when Y/N applied the medicine to the cut on the side of his mouth. "I told you to calm down." She said while dabbing the Q Tip gently to the blood forming on his lip. "He's a former boxer. You're lucky you just had a cut on your lip. He can crush your face, you know?" Why didn't he know that before? Are boxers that short-tempered? His friend, Jung Jaehyun, isn't.

"Is Jae mad at me?" Yuta asked, eyes focused on his hands. His face doesn't hurt honestly. What hurts the most is that look imprinted on his memory. Of Jae being scared. Because of him. "You should be with him right now."

Y/N sat on the chair in front of him who was seated on the clinic bed. "Cherry said she'll take care of Jae. I can't really calm him down, only Cherry can." She explained and he pursed his lips at that. "You were usually a calm person, Yuta."

He is. That's the basic rule in soccer. Always cool your head. It's not helpful if you get angry easily. Soccer is a physical sport. You'll obviously get hurt and that's fine, as long as you keep your cool. But this is not soccer. "I'm sorry. He's just fucking annoying." Yuta explained in a soft voice. "I just hate it that he dared to say those things when he doesn't even know anything. How can you trust your child to someone like…?"

His words were cut off when she leaned closer, her lips touching his. He was too shocked to react when she pulled away. "Did you just…?"

"I'm going to check on Jae. We'll meet you at the school gate."

Wait. Is he knocked up with that punch? Is he dreaming? She kissed him, right? He touched his lips. If this is a dream, can't he just wake up?

Jae was so quiet when he drove them home. Y/N asked if the younger wanted to eat but he only shook his head. This is unusual for the younger who is always the talkative one. Y/N looked worryingly at Yuta when they stopped in front of her house. "Jae, buddy. Can we talk?"

Cherry and Y/N exited the car, leaving Jae in the backseat. "Buddy, I'm sorry." Yuta said sincerely. "I shouldn't have acted like that. I'm sorry that you got scared. I promise I won't be angry like that again."

"Were you hurt?" The younger boy asked that surprised Yuta. Is that what's running in his mind? "I'm scared that you might get hurt, appa." The older shook his head and Jae leaned in to hug him. "I'm scared you're mad at me because I didn't play well. I don't want to see you angry like that again."

The older smiled. "I'm not mad at you. I won't be mad at you." He held the back of his head, caressing it. "And you played so well, buddy. That goal." He exclaimed in awe, remembering the goal Jae did and the happiness in his chest the moment he witnessed that. "You did so well, Jae."

"I'll play soccer well, appa. I'll make you proud of me."

"I am proud of you, Jae. Always."

When he exited the car, Cherry knocked on the door to the passenger seat. Yuta opened it for her and she sat on the seat next to him. "We heard everything that the coach said." She started. "You didn't get mad when he was saying bad things about you. You got angry when he said things about eomma and Jae." Yuta only stared at her, Cherry is such a great observer. The makings of a true detective. "You feel like our real dad now protecting Jae and eomma."

"Thank you, Yuta appa." Cherry whispered, hugging him.

Yuta just smiled. He could get used to these hugs. He could get used to these children calling him 'appa'.

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Eleven

This took too long to write but here it is. This is the exact scene where the whole plotline for Sakura started and honestly, this is much better in my head than when I wrote it. 😂 I also want to thank those people who always leave comments in each chapters. I always keep your words in mind and is actually getting some ideas from those. So thank you so much. 💓

#nakamoto yuta #yuta nakamoto #yuta #nakamoto yuta chaptered #yuta nakamoto chaptered #yuta chaptered #nct 127 #nct 127 chaptered #nakamoto yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #yuta fluff #nct 127 fluff #nct chaptered #nct fluff

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disastermages · 4 years ago

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this is for @alliecatstrophe bc she’s one of my best friends and bc she loves it when lxc plays matchmaker

"Wangji, that wasn't what it looked like." His brother tells him, but Lan Wangji barely hears his brother over the blood rushing in his ears. His exam prep class had ended early, and Lan Wangji had walked in on Lan Xichen and Wei Ying standing together with barely an inch between them while Lan Xichen adjusted Wei Ying’s posture.

He'd stood there and looked at the both of them dumbstruck, but Wei Ying had noticed him before his brother had, and he'd turned the full force of his smile on to Lan Wangji. He would have crumbled underneath it if Lan Xichen hadn't turned to look at him right after, smiling as though he hadn't brought the source of his younger brother's distraction into their home.

"I'm only doing it as a favor, Wangji, please," Lan Xichen pleads, following Lan Wangji up the stairs when he still doesn't turn to look at him. "Jiang Yanli told me they couldn't find anyone else to tutor him on the dizi. He really is getting much better compared to how he was when we first started."

The explanation sounds too simple to be true, but Lan Wangji knew that his brother had been tutoring someone, but he hadn't asked who, and his brother had always gone elsewhere for the lessons, often refusing dinner when he returned.

Lan Wangji had just never truly imagined that his brother had been tutoring Wei Ying of all people.

"Why did you bring him here?" Lan Wangji asks, finally turning to face his brother, though he fails to keep the petulance out of his voice. If Lan Xichen hadn't brought Wei Ying here, Lan Wangji could have remained blissfully ignorant of the fact.

Lan Xichen looks truly apologetic then, looking down at the hardwood floors, "Wei Wuxian and I usually practice at his house, but his aunt was hosting her monthly book club and asked that we practice elsewhere. If I had known that the two of you were at odds, I wouldn't have brought him here."

A flash of guilt and something else starts in Lan Wangji's stomach and moves up to his throat as he looks away from Lan Xichen, his nails digging into the banister. "We are not at odds." He says simply, heat beginning to color the tips of his ears and Lan Wangji only hopes that his brother doesn't notice.

"You aren't?" Lan Xichen asks, and he sounds confused as he looks up at Lan Wangji again, his eyebrows knit together. Lan Wangji can feel himself backing away from his brother then, forcing himself not to reach up and try to hide the blush brightening his ears.

He could still run away, he could duck into his bedroom and lock the door behind him and refuse to answer Lan Xichen when he came knocking.

For one, wonderful moment, his plan seems plausible, but then Lan Xichen is coming closer and Lan Zhan feels himself back away instinctively. "Is Wei Wuxian the person you were telling me about?" His brother's words are gentle, but Lan Wangji only wishes that the floor would open up and swallow him whole.

He'd managed to avoid telling Lan Xichen Wei Ying’s name when he'd finally broken down and told his brother about his crush the week before, though he'd carried it with him for months now. He'd been so careful, he'd dodged certain questions perfectly, but just by standing in his living room, Wei Ying had undone all of that in less than five whole minutes.

Daring to glance up at him, Lan Wangji can watch the information come together on Lan Xichen's face, and he takes another half step towards his room. "Wei Ying is still waiting for you downstairs," Lan Wangji says, swallowing thickly and backing away when a smile spreads across Lan Xichen's face. "It would be impolite to leave him alone for much longer."

Lan Wangji doubted that Wei Ying would think either of them rude, but it was the only excuse he could grasp at that Lan Xichen might buckle under.

Though, when he meets his brother's eyes again, Lan Wangji can see that he isn't going to take the bait. "I'm certain Wei Wuxian would appreciate someone else's feedback for a change of pace, if you'd like to sit with us, Wangji." His brother says, all of the sympathy and guilt from earlier leaving his voice as he glances backwards, as if he expected Wei Ying to appear behind him and agree with him.

Lan Wangji looks too, before he can stop himself.

"I have homework." Lan Wangji declines. It wasn't a lie, he had a paper that was due in three weeks, starting it now would be the best thing to do.

Whether he believes him or not, Lan Xichen doesn't argue, he only smiles before he turns and walks downstairs again.

Lan Wangji knows better than to trust the smile on his brother's face.

His weekend should have been a peaceful one, but instead it had passed with Lan Xichen offering advice that he swears is helpful one moment and teasing him the next, telling him how Wei Ying had gone off on tangents about Lan Wangji and his own musical capabilities. Lan Wangji hadn’t asked to hear a word of it, but he’d only been met with a knowing smile whenever he dared to glare up at his brother.

It isn't fair, Lan Xichen has been in his own relationship for years now, there's nothing Lan Wangji can do to retaliate.

Not that he would, thinking about it is different than actually doing it.

"Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying’s voice cuts through Lan Zhan's thoughts almost as soon as he walks into the classroom, the other boy almost bouncing out of his seat by the time Lan Zhan settles in at his own desk. "You left so fast when I was at your house last week, I didn't even get to say hi!" Wei Ying scolds, but the words are lined with a teasing tone and the pout on his face is quickly replaced with a grin.

"I did not want to intrude." Lan Wangji hears himself say, knowing that it was as close to the truth as he'd let himself get while Wei Ying was looking at him like that.

"You still could have stuck around! Your brother says I need to get used to playing in front of people anyways, you could have been my first audience." There's that smile again, Lan Wangji was sure it was supposed to show him that Wei Ying wasn't really upset with him for leaving, but all it does is make the tangled, knotted mess of words in Lan Wangji's throat worse than it already was.

He opens his mouth to speak, but he doesn't get the chance to before their teacher is starting class and Lan Wangji feels himself swallow down the tangle of words as he turns and faces forward in his seat.

He's grateful for the distraction, really. Wei Ying knows that he won't answer him again until class is over, though it rarely stops him from trying.

"Lan Zhan," Wei Ying whispers, and Lan Wangji's eyes flick upwards to the clock on the wall, there’s still another 40 minutes before he would have to answer Wei Ying. "Lan Zhan," Wei Ying tries again, and Lan Wangji glances over at him this time, "tell me what your favorite song on the flute is and I'll ask your brother to teach me how to play it on my dizi.”

Normally, that kind of offer would be something Lan Wangji would only think about when he couldn't sleep and his mind inevitably drifted to thoughts of Wei Ying, but hearing it offered to him in real life makes his mouth feel dry. "There is no need." Lan Wangji answers, breaking his own rule, but he would feel guilty enough about it later, when Wei Ying was no longer looking at him.

Wei Ying groans loudly then, almost leaning over into Lan Wangji's space before their teacher calls on him to answer a question. He doesn’t try to hear whether or not Wei Ying answers the question correctly, instead, Lan Wangji forces himself to stare straight ahead, his hand taking notes almost mechanically.

He doesn’t doubt that Lan Xichen would teach Wei Ying any song he showed an interest in learning, it’s the thought of Wei Ying learning something for him that makes the knot of words even bigger in Lan Wangji’s throat, his grip on his pen entirely too tight as he ignores the way Wei Ying keeps trying to get his attention again, refusing to look over until he gives up entirely.

His throat feels tight when he dares to look over at Wei Ying out of the corner of his eye. Long hair drapes over Wei Ying’s shoulder like a shadow, stretching out and covering his forearm as Wei Ying reaches up and pushes some of it back. If it kept getting in the way, Lan Wangji knew that he would tie it up even higher eventually, sweeping it up into a messy bun that left his neck exposed and left Lan Wangji’s mouth even drier than it already had been.

Unless Wei Ying’s own hair tie broke again, and if it did, he would wordlessly wave his hand at Lan Wangji until he handed him one out of his bag.

He wouldn’t have an answer if Wei Ying ever asked him why he carried hair ties, his own hair was kept short, and he’d only started carrying them after he’d watched Wei Ying whine and wince at using rubber bands in his hair.

Wei Ying’s hair tie does not break during the last few moments of their class and Wei Ying does not ask Lan Wangji why he carries hair ties in his bag.

He almost thinks that he’s escaped Wei Ying’s question, but then he’s caught in the middle of the hallway, Wei Ying’s hand tight around his wrist keeping him from going any further.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying whines, pulling at his hand and pouting when Lan Wangji finally turns around to face him. “Tell me your favorite song! I wanna learn it for you!”

Lan Wangji should tell him no, he should stay firm in his decision to turn him down, but a sigh is leaving him before he can stop himself. “I will tell my brother so the correct sheet music can be found when Wei Ying is ready to learn it.” His own resolve crumbles in Lan Wangji’s hands in the face of Wei Ying’s pout, just like it has every time since simple friendship had given way to a hopeless crush.

“Really?” Wei Ying’s face brightens and his grip on Lan Wangji’s wrist only tightens as Lan Wangji nods minutely. No one else beyond his brother should have been able to catch it, but Wei Ying does. The pout is gone within seconds, like clouds breaking up after a storm to reveal a sun shining too brightly and too warmly over Lan Wangji’s skin.

It should have been the end of the discussion, but Wei Ying insists on walking him to his next class, and Lan Wangji is incapable of telling him not to.

Over the next few weeks, Lan Xichen’s excuses for bringing Wei Ying into their home become flimsier and flimsier.

One week, Lan Xichen had claimed that Jiang Cheng’s lacrosse team was having a meeting at the Jiang household. “It was so loud, Wangji, Wei Ying and I couldn’t even have a conversation, let alone even think about music.” The explanation had made sense, and coming from anyone else, Lan Wangji might have believed it, but it was the smirk on his face that had given Lan Xichen away.

The week after that, his brother had only shrugged and claimed that the acoustics in their living room were better than those in the Jiang’s living room.

Lan Wangji still hasn’t forgiven him for the week he’d asked Wei Ying to stay over for dinner, though Lan Xichen had claimed that he only wanted to make up for all the times Wei Ying’s family had invited him to their table.

His brother is a traitor, but Lan Wangji is getting more and more used to that particular realization. Lan Xichen only smiled kindly in the face of every look Lan Wangji could have possibly given him.

He doesn’t believe it when his brother calls him and tells him that he’s going to be late to Wei Ying’s lesson because his car had gotten a flat, stranding him a whole town away. Lan Xichen had sworn he would be back in time.

“There’s no point in canceling the lesson,” Lan Xichen had told him that right before he asked Lan Wangji to keep Wei Ying company while he waited.

Now, Lan Wangji is left to sit in the living room while he waits for Wei Ying, his spine perfectly straight even though he feels like sneaking up to his room and pretending that he isn’t home when the doorbell finally rings.

Lan Wangji thinks about doing just that until he’s twisting the doorknob and opening the door, but he’s rooted to the spot by the time Wei Ying’s face lights up, his own mouth falling open just a little bit.

Wei Ying doesn’t wait to be invited in, he just slides past Lan Wangji, careful not to knock his dizi case into him before he bends down to take off his shoes. His hair is mussed from the walk over and Lan Wangji feels his hand twitch with the want to step forward and smooth it down once Wei Ying rights himself.

Lan Wangji swallows it down as he closes the door.

“My brother will be late today.” Lan Wangji says, following Wei Ying with his eyes as he walks into the living room and then turns around to look at Lan Wangji when he finds no Lan Xichen. There was more he could say, he could give Wei Ying a better explanation, but before his mouth can speak, his body is turning towards the stairs.

The polite thing to do would be to sit with Wei Ying until his brother arrived, and Lan Wangji desperately wants to do that as much as he desperately doesn’t want to.

Wei Ying’s hand is wrapped around his wrist again by the time he’s climbed to the third step, almost dragging Lan Wangji back down to the first floor with him. “You’re gonna leave me down here by myself, Lan Zhan?” Wei Ying asks as he pulls on Lan Wangji’s sleeve, and for a moment, he looks genuinely worried enough that Lan Wangji climbs back down a single step. He wants to tell Wei Ying that his brother won’t be long, that he’d promised Lan Wangji that much, but the worry on Wei Ying’s face quickly shifts into something much more mischievous. “Who’s gonna keep me from finding all your embarrassing baby pictures?”

In that same breath, all of the sympathy Lan Wangji might’ve had is gone, “Uncle keeps both mine and Xichen’s photos in a locked cabinet.” Lan Wangji wouldn’t say where, that would only give Wei Ying ideas, but he doesn’t back down.

“I can pick locks, you know.” Wei Ying takes his hand away and takes his warmth with it as he rocks back on his heels.

“You cannot.” Lan Wangji hadn’t ever seen Wei Ying pick a lock, but he couldn’t outright say that Wei Ying couldn’t, he could only say that he wasn’t allowed to do it here.

“If you leave me by myself, how are you going to make sure I don’t do anything? I bet you were a cute baby, Lan Zhan.” He knew when Wei Ying was trying to rile him up, Wei Ying didn’t even bother to hide it anymore and Lan Wangji no longer bothered with trying to act as though he were unaffected.

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji starts, stepping down once more. He’s only standing on the bottom step now, and Wei Ying’s head is level with his chest with barely an inch between them.

“Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying’s hands are behind his back now, but Lan Wangji knows just how quickly those hands can get into trouble.

Their staring contest lasts only a few seconds, deadlocked silence weighing between them before Lan Wangji feels himself break, sidestepping Wei Ying as he climbs off the last step, but catches his wrist at the last second and drags him back into the living room behind him.

Wei Ying’s too loud laughter bounces between the hallway and the living room and Lan Wangji’s grip on his wrist tightens before he can stop himself, his shoulders straightening out the next moment. He would not give Wei Ying the satisfaction of knowing that he’d ruffled him with what might have been empty threats. Those threats might have been completely unfounded, and Lan Wangji wouldn’t let himself find out either way, not today.

“Wei Ying should start before brother arrives, lessons will not take so long if you warm up before.” Lan Wangji would only stand in the living room with him to make sure he did it, he would not run Wei Ying through his exercises or guide his hands the way he’d watched his brother do, Wei Ying was far past the point of that being necessary.

It didn’t matter how much he wanted to.

To his credit, Wei Ying seems to consider it, setting his dizi case down on the coffee table and coming to stand just a few inches away from Lan Wangji, a look Lan Wangji couldn’t name spreading across his face before Lan Wangji even has the chance to think he might be up to something.

“When you say it like that, Lan Zhan, it sounds like you don’t want me around.” If Wei Ying notices Lan Wangji’s eyes widening by just a fraction, he has the kindness not to call him out for it, even as he takes another step closer and Lan Wangji wishes he had more room to back away.

“Is that it? Lan Zhan? Do you not want me here?” Wei Ying sounds quieter than he’d ever bothered to be in Lan Wangji’s presence, an honest frown pulling at his lips and Lan Wangji’s heart leaps up into his throat, dislodging the knot of words.

“No,” Lan Wangji answers, he knows his voice sounds rough, but he’s helpless to stop it as the truth comes spilling out, “I do not mind Wei Ying being here.” It doesn’t sound right, it doesn’t sound like enough, and when he dares to glance up at Wei Ying, he sees that he doesn’t altogether believe him.

“It’s okay if you don’t like me being here, Lan Zhan, Xichen-ge and I can always go back to practicing at my house-”

“No.”

Having Wei Ying in his house had driven Lan Wangji to distraction, but the thought of him leaving and never coming back is far, far worse.

“I like it when Wei Ying comes over.” Too much, Lan Wangji liked it too much when Wei Ying came over, he realizes, color starting at his ears and spreading down his neck and over his cheeks quickly. His fingers twitch and ache at his side to grab onto Wei Ying’s wrist again, to try and make him understand, but Lan Wangji thinks better of it, tucking both hands just behind his back.

Silence fills the air around them like flooding water and Lan Wangji is the first to look away, his chest already aching as if he were drowning. He should have gone up to his room and let Wei Ying do whatever he liked, he should have just asked his brother to cancel the lesson, he shouldn’t have-

Wei Ying steps forward and calls his name before Lan Wangji’s mind can spiral any further, his hand is warm, too warm, as he wraps his fingers around Lan Wangji’s wrist and pulls it from behind his back.

He expects Wei Ying to tease him and laugh, but he doesn’t, instead, he asks, too softly, “Lan Zhan, are you sure?”

Lan Wangji nods with a click in his throat, still unable to look up and meet Wei Ying’s eyes, even as the hold Wei Ying has on his wrist squeezes for just a second. “Do you want me to come over more?” The question is genuine enough that it makes Lan Wangji’s heart feel like it’s being squeezed.

“Wei Ying could if he wanted.” It wasn’t like Lan Wangji hadn’t ever thought of inviting Wei Ying over before, but the words had always died on the tip of his tongue whenever he tried to give them voice.

Suddenly there’s barely a breath left between them as Wei Ying comes closer, their noses just brushing as Lan Wangji’s head snaps up. “Wei Ying would like to.” Wei Ying says slowly, the words coming out of his mouth as clunkily as Lan Wangji always feels his do, though the smile on Wei Ying’s face is different now, it’s softer, sweeter. “If that’s what Lan Zhan wants too.”

Lan Wangji’s mouth falls open just slightly and his eyes drop down to the hand that’s still holding onto his wrist, his other hand coming up to hold onto Wei Ying’s wrist gently as he nods silently. His words are sticking in his throat again, but the way Wei Ying’s smile brightens tells him that he understands.

“You’re brother’s gonna be so jealous when he realizes that I’m not coming over just for lessons anymore.” Wei Ying laughs, and Lan Wangji feels a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

“Brother will live.”

#the untamed #mdzs #mdzs fic #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan zhan #wei ying #am i aware that courtesy names arent used modernly yes do i care not really #bc frankly using their birthnames is a lil uncomfy for me sometimes #ill put an ao3 link in my rb to my mainblog

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lykaokrios · 4 years ago

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Arena Fears - M!De Sardet x Vasco

Fandom: Greedfall

Paring: Captain Vasco x M!De Sardet

Word Count: 2,047

Description: Vasco fears losing De Sardet in his fight with a Champion in the arena.

(Poem quote from Tyler Knott Gregson)

Warnings: Mild swearing

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“I must warn ya, he’s a killer.” “Expecting you to last less than a minute.” The words kept repeating in his mind.

While Vasco had no doubt of De Sardet’s skill, the sinking feeling in his gut after those statements from the bookie and then Candy Cane refused to go away. Followed up with the fact he wasn’t even allowed to be in the arena with him.

He’d stayed quiet as they ran around setting up for the fight, but he couldn’t understand the excitement in Petrus’ voice or the confidence in the Legate’s.

He kept telling himself to remain silent. That everything would be fine. But as he watched De Sardet finish sharpening his sword and the sound of the games master calling his name, Vasco couldn’t hold it in anymore.

He throws himself at De Sardet, causing the man to drop his sword to hold onto him. Clutching onto his armor, the Captain whispers in his ear, “Don’t do this. Please don’t do this.”

“I- Vasco it will be alright,” the Legate assures him, stroking his back and holding him close.

“And if it’s not alright?” He demands, his grip tightening. “You’re going to make me watch you die for this?”

“You know my skill, you know I can do this,” he tries to reason.

“But I don’t know the other man, neither do you. All you know is he kills his opponents, and he’s obviously been a champion this long for a reason.”

“And I won’t be one of them,” he assures Vasco, who’s trying hard to control the trembling in his body. “It’s one fight, then it’ll be over. Please believe in me.”

“One fight,” Vasco repeats, stepping back from his lover. “I- will try to be supportive.”

“You don’t have to watch if it’s going to upset you.”

“I’d rather be there than waiting for someone to tell me,” the Naut hisses at him. “Finish this quickly, and let us not speak of it again.”

De Sardet nods before pressing a kiss to Vasco’s forehead, and motioning for Petrus to take him to the audience.

“Come my child,” Petrus says as he grasps Vasco’s arm. “Let us get into place and allow him to finish preparing.”

“Ok,” Vasco responds emptily. He glances at his lover one last time before allowing Petrus to pull him away.

Once they’re in place, Vasco’s mind continues to torment him with that one statement. “He’s a killer.”

He tries to calm himself, but it seems useless. The smell of sweat, blood, and alcohol thick in the air mixing with his anxiety make him feel like he’s going to be sick.

Either his Tempest wins and they continue on their way like normal. Or he’s about to watch the love of his life be slaughtered for sport in front of a crowd of drunk nobles betting on his life.

If the man killed De Sardet, he’d kill him, Vasco had already decided. Tack, laws, rules, guilds be damned. He’d rather rot in a jail cell than live a life free without him, and with the man who killed his lover walking away.

The game master starts his introductions. At this point it just sounds like noise, not actual words.

The champion jumps down into the arena. A bigger man than his Tempest. Not that he’d not fought massive creatures. Hell Vasco had seen him take down a guardian alone the day they met. But it did little to help his anxiety.

Next De Sardet jumps into the arena, his sword already in his hand. Within seconds they’re both at one another, the sound from clashing of blades echoes through the arena as the people around them cheer.

“Yeah, cut his head off!” The noble next to Vasco screams, his bottle of whiskey sloshing on to the floor.

He grimaces at the statement, gripping the barrier tightly to keep himself from punching the spectator. Petrus gives him an apologetic smile before gesturing back at the arena.

The larger man is obviously stronger. De Sardet was playing to his strengths of agility, but the man had caught him once and thrown him halfway across the arena with a thud. Vasco’s hand immediately snapped to his gun, his finger twitching as he holds it in his grasp.

The Legate was quickly back on his feet, and right back into his typical flips and handstands to maneuver around the champion.

Each close brush of the opponents blade has Vasco flinching. Any second could be his Tempest’s last. He’s unable to tear his eyes away from the battle.

After what seems like an eternity, De Sardet manages to stick the champion through his back, a gasp emanating from the crowd as Vasco finally lets out the breath he’d been holding. The Legate raises his sword in the air before heading toward the exit.

Vasco quickly races to the entrance, knowing that walk too well. He’d been hurt.

“See? Told you it would be fine,” his lover assures him, a forced smile clearly on his lips. “Hand out Vasco.”

“What?”

“Give me your hand.”

Holding his hand out, De Sardet deposits a heavy bag of gold into his palm before stumbling past him to the benches.

“I- Tempest!” He responds flabbergasted. “You’re obviously wounded, and I’ve spent the last ten minutes watching you nearly die and all you have to say is you’re fine and give me gold?”

“I want you to have it,” he says simply. Grimacing as he sits down.

“I don’t need gold, I need you!” Vasco seethes at him. He hooks the bag to his belt and drops to his knees tugging at his lover’s boot. “Let me see it.”

“I’m fine,” he tries to insist, but the angry glare trained on him seems to shut him up.

Discarding the boot and sock, and rolling back his trousers, Vasco’s faced with a deep gash in his leg. “Tempest,” he breaths out quietly.

He pulls back his own coat to tear a shred from his shirt to hold against the wound, and shouts over to the Siora for her help.

As he does his best to stop the bleeding, Siora races over with magic ready. He trades places with her to give her a better view, and instead goes to sit beside him, gripping his hand in his own.

As Siora sets to healing him, De Sardet rest his head on Vasco’s shoulder, a sigh leaving the Captain’s lips as he leans his own head against his and grips his love’s hand tighter.

“When you are finished, we should go see Cornelia,” Petrus states as he walks over.

“Tomorrow,” Vasco snaps out before the Legate can respond. “He’s injured and it’s late.”

“Of course,” Petrus nods. “Do you want help getting back my child?”

“No,” he responds softly. “Siora will finish up and Vasco will make sure I make it back. You can head out.”

“As you wish,” the Bishop nods and takes his exits.

Vasco mutters under his breath, bringing a chuckle from the man beside him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you?”

“He is,” Siora responds cleaning the rest of the blood from his leg. All that’s left is a long angry looking scar where the wound once was. “But you need rest.”

“You are a miracle worker,” De Sardet thanks her, Vasco sending her a quick nod and smile.

“Let us get back then,” the captain says, helping put his lover’s arm across his shoulders, and his own arm around the man’s back. “Don’t put pressure on it.”

“I can still-“ he tries to argue but once again stops at the glare he receives.

Siora helps the two of them out of the fighting pit and up the stairs of the basement before commenting she will hang back on their walk back. “So you two may talk.”

Vasco nods and continues on shouldering most of the weight.

“So…” De Sardet says after a few minutes of walking.

“I’m angry, anxious, stressed, upset, and fucking relieved,” Vasco interrupts. “I could have fucking lost you just so Petrus could anger a noble.”

“It should help Constantin,” the Legate insists.

“Perhaps, or it was a non-existent problem the two of you were trying to solve for him. He’s a governor, I understand he’s your cousin but you can’t intervene on everything.”

De Sardet goes quiet at that, and they continue the walk in silence. Reaching the home, Vasco helps him through the door, then up the stairs with the help of Kurt who jumped from his chair.

“I’ve got the rest handled,” Vasco tells Kurt after they’ve help De Sardet to a chair.

Kurt leaves with a nod, and Vasco starts removing the Legate’s coat and various pieces of armor. Once all his upper armor is removed, he drops to his knees to get his boots off once again.

Once he’s stripped to his underclothes, Vasco goes downstairs to retrieve the water for a bath.

When he re-enters the room, he notices De Sardet examining his leg.

“How is the pain?” He asks as he pours the water in the tub.

“Manageable,” the Legate responds softly. “Did you really believe I would not win that fight?”

“I… don’t know,” Vasco answers carefully, helping De Sardet into the tub as he speaks. “You are skilled, but it was reckless.”

“We live reckless lives Vasco,” he answers, grimacing as he moves his leg to make it comfortable in the small space.

“No, we live dangerous lives. It’s dangerous enough without reckless and nearly pointless fights that could leave you killed with little to no good reason.”

“I thought I could win.”

“That’s the problem,” Vasco snaps back, “You thought about how you felt and how Petrus felt. You didn’t think about what would happen if you didn’t win. How Constantin would feel; how Kurt, Aphra, and Siora would feel. How I would feel watching you be murdered in front of me with nothing I could do, in the name of pissing off a noble and a sack of gold.”

“It wasn’t for just that!” he insists. “If this could even slightly help Constantin isn’t it worth it?”

“De Sardet don’t you just come into my life and show me love, show me everything I could feel, give me more happiness than I’ve had in my entire fucking life then throw your life away!” He hisses at him angrily. “If you were going to so casually toss away your life, you should have never let me get close to you.”

De Sardet goes silent once again at that, and Vasco sighs, pulling the tie from his lover’s hair and beginning to wet it.

Putting the soap in his hands, he runs his fingers through the hair deftly, lathering it in the tension filled silence.

“‘When you have swam in the sea, a lake will no longer do. Everyone else was a pond, but the ocean was always you,’” Vasco recites softly.

“What?”

“I’m scared to lose you Tempest,” he admits. “Completely and utterly terrified. The idea of going back to life how it was before after having known this, having known you…”

“Shut your eyes,” he commands, starting to rinse the soap from his hair.

“I’m sorry,” De Sardet says after he’s told he can open his eyes. “I… really didn’t think. And that wasn’t fair to you. Come here.”

Vasco leans in closer, and the Legate gently cups his jaw and pulls him in to give him a gentle kiss, “I will do better.”

“I believe you’ll try. Don’t promise what you can’t do,” his gaze drifts down to the water in the tub.

“Hey, look at me,” De Sardet states, carefully tilting his lover’s face up toward him. “We’ll discuss these things before I jump into them. I won’t rush into it without listening to how you feel. Actually listening.”

“That’s all I ask,” Vasco sighs, leaning his head into De Sardet’s wet palm against his face. “I’m going down with this ship Tempest, just don’t sink it this quickly.”

“That won’t do,” he teases, his thumb running along one of Vasco’s tattoos. “This tattoo says you’ve not lost a single crew member. I wouldn’t want to make a liar out of your face.”

“Oh shut up.”

“I love you too Vasco.”

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Limited Edition.2 Tiny Tan

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Beta: N/A Rating: All audiences Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Fluffy Fluff, Adventure. Pairing: Bts x Friend!Reader Words: 1.3K

Summary: It is your first time buying proper merchandise, there are new chibi figurines and the first person to order will recieve a limited edition set. But what happens when BTS have gone missing without a trace and a few days later you receive your package. The box says congratulations, you open to find your limited edition figures, they look so lifelike. OH WAIT! it’s cause they are.

When you came to you heard talking, it wasn't particularly loud, but it was definitely noticeable. There was a dull ache in the back of your head and reaching behind you to gently touched the area with your fingertips. It sent a searing pain through your body. The floor hadn’t been merciful.

"Ow ow ow" you whined, checking your hand to see a small amount of blood. With a sigh you took your phone from your pocket and tried to take a picture of the wound, it was like a big egg on your head that had the tiniest cut from the impact. Nothing serious.

"She is alive, so at least we didn’t kill anyone" A voice took your attention, you looked to the top of your desk where there was a small gathering behind a collection of eggs.

"Tʜᴀɴᴋ ɢᴏsʜ!” another voice spoke and you peeked to see another face peeking back at you.

"Excuse me miss, where are we?" Namjoon’s voice was a little weaker than you had ever heard him before, but still so strong. He must have been trying to be brave for the others.

"Are we in a parallel universe where humans are twenty-foot? Are you a Titan?" Taehyung asked

"I- you are BTS" you breathed hopping onto your knees and scooting closer, so your nose and eyes were the only things visible over the top of the desk. "Why are you moving, you were meant to be chibi figurines?”

"Wᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ BTS ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏʟʟs," Hoseok protested but when your eyes landed on him he squeaked and coward behind their little area.

"If you say you are real, how did you become like this?" You blinked pressing your face into your hands "I have lost the plot talking to figurines, hallucinating that they are moving and talking"

"No, We are real please help us" Jungkook climbed over the barrier of multicolored eggs and walked into view. Despite the protests of the others.

"I am crazy, absolutely crazy" You mumbled and went to poke him. He didn’t flinch holding a brave face and grabbing your finger with his hands and shaking it.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jungkook said throwing you a smile.

“Jungkook, comeback she could hurt you!” Jimin whispered but you heard it easily.

“No, I wouldn’t I swear,” Trying to convey how gentle you were with your expression.

“Don’t worry, I know, I can feel it, you’re an Army” he pointed at you with a sly grin. Your cheeks flushed so red Jungkook pretended to warm his palms on your cheeks as if your face was a fire on a winters day. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have bought our figurines”

“Actually it’s my first time buying the merchandise” You whispered your face growing warmer again from his teasing. A few had stepped out by now and you watched them slowly navigate your desk. Taehyung walked forward and waved with his tiny hand. It was hard trying to wave your hand as small as you could back in an effort not to scare them.

"Big Lady, I am hungry," Taehyung said

You opened and closed your mouth, pouting and looking down at yourself. You knew he meant because you were physically bigger but you couldn’t help think that he was talking about your size.

“Nᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ” Jimin called smacking Taehyung’s arm and scolding the fellow 95’er whose eyes widened. He bowed apologizing.

"What do you eat?" You asked politely, their stomachs growled, you were truly curious about what and how much they could consume. What would you feed them? crumbs?

"Anything" they grinned, the prospect of food always made the boys happy. You had seen enough RunBTS to know that.

"Um, I can take you to the fridge, if you would like?" you held out our hands.

None of them moved. What was wrong? Did they still not trust you? “Is something wrong?”

"I don’t like the idea of being carried" Jimin pouted eyeing your hand and peering over the side of the table. It made sense you would be carrying them up high and if they fell they would definitely be hurt.

Taking a deep breath, you leaned back against your bed and tried to think of how to carry them. "Oh, Um, I could carry you in the pocket in the front of my overalls but it might be a tight fit, I could probably carry five of you"

Jungkook nodded jumping into the pocket before grabbing the fabric of your overalls and climbing up to your shoulder almost falling and grasping your hair. You laughed and Taehyung watched Jungkook with bright eyes, he wanted to sit on your shoulder too. Five of them moved closer and you gently placed them in your front pocket so their heads peeked out. Seokjin and Hoseok were shy but soon the pocket was full, leaving Taehyung grinning his hands in the air.

"Pɪᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ" He called up to you. You laid your hand on the table and he crawled onto the palm sitting down. Moving your hand slowly to your shoulder, he pulled himself up beside Jungkook, the two sat holding onto your hair so as not to fall.

Slowly standing not wanting any of the boys to slip out of the pocket of your overalls or off your shoulder, you began your short walk to the kitchen.

"you’re really warm" Yoongi placed his squishy cheek against your chest. Jungkook was singing quietly by your ear and you were blushing.

On the way to the kitchen, Namjoon must have seen the news was playing on the tv and asked you to stop and turn it up. Grabbing the remote you pressed the volume button until the reporter’s voice was clear.

"Korean members of the group BTS have gone missing, their manager and CEO had this to say" you all watched silently

"We are unsure of the member’s whereabouts, but we are doing everything in our power to find them, we will not rest until the boys are returned home safely and justice is delivered to those who took the boys"

"The band had just recently launched their figurines and one lucky member even received a limited edition set. The boys will hopefully return safely before their next scheduled album release.

You looked at them, now believing that this could be more real than you first thought, this wasn’t some sort of fever dream, though you still didn’t rule out hitting your head and you were now in a weird coma. "So, how did you end up as limited edition figurines? Do you remember anything?"

"I remember being in the factory," Jungkook sighed his voice was so close to your ear you jumped making the two on your shoulder slip and pull your hair slightly.

“Sorry” You helped them back up onto your shoulder and they moved closer, both hugging the side of your neck and you bit your lip. Your neck was super ticklish.

Seokjin patted your chest looking up at you. His dark eyes and handsome features present even in his chibi form "I am really hungry now, miss"

Continuing your journey to the kitchen, pulling the double doors of the fridge opened with a small gust of cold air revealing nothing on the shelves.

"You haven’t got any food?" Yoongi mumbled disappointed, your face heated up and Taehyung whispered. “Her ears are red” the two grabbed the shell of your ear giggling.

You tried to ignore them and went to the cupboard and looked inside. Another blank, there wasn’t really anything to cook anything for them to eat. Sighing deeply, you reached for your phone, "I will order food, for now, I will have to go shopping later, what would you like?” you helped them all onto the bench and held the phone.

"Hᴀᴍʙᴜʀɢᴇʀ!" Taehyung ran at the touch screen and pressing buttons, it was cute. An average-sized button for your thumb was huge and he used his whole hand to select what he wanted, which was none other than his previously declared hamburger.

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‘Reblog’ this post with the hashtag #BTSLE (Limited edition)

Or you can ‘Like’ this post (but good luck trying to find it a week later, we both know how many things you like a day, perhaps we will meet again in the future.)

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tabletopjourneys · 4 years ago

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Session 39 Notes

(Skipping ahead so last session notes are in time for a quick read before next session) The Silver Scale Pack split up: While group A confronts The Superb Owl one last time, group B falls for a cryptid and gets teleported to the other side of Bouldergap from their recon mission. Plus: Shopping. Again. lol.

@gher-bear @aradow @telurin @epimetala

On this day The Silver Scale Pack's split missions get critical. Diem and Ixayl'anu have to battle it out with the The Superb Owl and her mob of charmed Bouldergap citizens.

Ultimately they win by deceit and successfully chase The Superb Owl off, back to The Iron Heights (mountains) without any loss of life or nonconsensual fey abductions.

The Bouldergap citizens are pretty grateful once the distance shakes off the last vestiges of charm and begin getting back to their lives, cleaning up the mess of a spontaneous tournament, and finding/checking on loved ones lost in the crowd and/or forgotten in their bespelled states.

In other words, nobody we know of is angry at us for chasing off the pretty owl. They're all pretty aware it was a spell that made them love and admire her so much.

Meanwhile, group B meet one of the near-mythical cryptids called a ropen up close. This one seems to be super ancient and magically potent with decorative colorful jewelry and tattoos that commonly get mistaken for "colorful plumage" in the rare (and doubted) accounts of sightings.

When first attempting to communicate the ropen (accidentally?) deals 3 psychic damage to the safety-bubbled forms of Rana and Fee. It sounds like the angels from Supernatural. Once it corrects this, it's voice still holds tangible power and sounds like an ancient being of immense power speaking to children.

It tells them both they are not safe here and that they have the situation contained and are handling it. Then puts them both to sleep and sends them safely to the other side of Bouldergap out into a field where they wake up about an hour later.

Just in time to hear Diem communicate through the stone that the owl has been handled.

The pack reunites and reports everything to Lawmaster Eldeth. They agree to gather in the morning for another trip out to Stoneroost with the help of two guards.

Their free night until then is spent shopping for gems and supplies. Afterward, Rana and Fee play a training game with their ratties and chill in the Temple of V'kandis until they wake there in the morning and procure another helper for the trip out in the form of a dwarven priestess who offers her healing skills in exchange for being able to check in on her family in Stoneroost.

Ixayl'anu spent the night in the stables with her newly resummoned elk. Diem went off to find and presumably spent the night with the other disguise-loving storyteller The Superb Owl had suggested they have a nice chat with.

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(At Least Group A is Safely in Town…Right?)

The Superb Owl: Capture them! (80 ft reach command)

Initiative order starts with Ixayl’anu and then Diem; Ixayl’anu goes first and casts moonbeam on the Superb Owl (it really is a fey owl; though a typo does turn her into the super bowl instead. Just a thought.). Ixayl’anu then runs her 30ft south along the fence.

Diem has to run to catch up as Ixayl’anu shoots past them. “Fly, Ixayl’anu!”. They cast fly on them both as soon as they manage to catch up to her in about 30ft.

5 villagers jump the fence to try and grab us.

One guy across fence to her right manages to grab Ixayl’anu and yank her a little off balance and out of the reach of the guy coming straight at her who’d jumped the southern fence to follow the owl’s orders.

Two guys of three more guys who also jumped the southern fence manage to grab me - one to each arm.

The Superb Owl not only takes half damage from a save (8dmg) by staring her turn in moonbeam, she actually pretends she created the moonbeam as an awe-inspiring spotlight for attention. She spreads her wings and flies straight up in it, showboating a little, and says, in an enunciating announcer voice: Bring them to me and I will deal with the heretics!

Practically everyone near the owl by the northern gate of the square arena and out in an oval of about 40 ft east and west is gazing in star-struck admiration at the owl.

Ixayl’anu struggles to get loose and succeeds her strength check, gets loose and flies 30 ft up and 30 ft east.

Diem uses fey presence to go all Galadriel-style-you-would-have-a-dark-queen visage and voice to inspire fear (16 wis check): Not me you fools!

This works on four out of five of the guys around them, but the one who resists just happens to be one of the guys holding on to them, who actually tightens his grip in half panic as Diem tries to fly away with him still attached (contested strength check failed). They only succeed in lifting him a few feet off the ground.

Diem to Ixayl’anu: Get out of here, go get the others!

A new guy enters the area from the south gate and helps the first pull me back down to the ground as those other four continue to cower a few feet back from me.

The owl takes 4 dmg starting in moonbeam again and doesn’t care, the barely-felt pain is worth the extra awe-inspiring beauty of her spotlight. She is hovering there at about the same height as Ixayl’anu (about 30ft off the ground): Keep that one contained, I will get the flying one!

She’s sad to leave her moonbeam, but flies after Ixayl’anu and misses both attacks. Screams: Look at me! (tries to charm Ixayl’anu and fails)

Ixayl’anu screams right back at her and lands all 3 attacks plus a level 2 smite: 45 total damage. “Never trust owls!”

The Superb Owl screeches again.

Diem goes completely limp and in the owl’s voice says: I have possessed this one, you can let it go. (23 deception)

Everyone buys it and lets Diem go. They immediately zoom 30 ft up and 30 ft toward Ixayl’anu, flying with her between me and the owl.

Guys who let them go realizing their mistake: Oh shit!

(3D chess for everyone now!)

The Northern portion of the crowd begins surging toward us as well, both guys who had Diem are running after them even though they’re 30 ft up.

Korial, the feathered dragonborn from one of Ixayl’anu’s home islands (who had been in charge of and enlisted in the fighting competition) had come out at some point, disappeared in his tent again, and is now coming out, handing off nets to capable-looking people nearby so he can take a shot with his bow at Ixayl’anu. He hits her for 10 dmg

The Superb Owl screams in Ixayl’anu’s face again and tries to grab at her for a grapple. 18 slashing damage and a strength check of 20 vs 21. Ixayl’anu pulls herself away from the grapple at the last minute, which is ruled one reason why the claws hurt so much - made the wound worse pulling out of the grasp.

Ixayl’anu’s next attack misses, but her 2nd does 15dmg plus another smite for 9 more dmg (total 24dmg).

Diem still doesn’t want to hurt the owl if they can avoid it, it’s chaotic good, but just doesn’t understand the concept and finality of death for mortals or why consent is important for the little honor guard it’s trying to create. They are out of big spells, but still have a lightning bolt in their ring if it comes down to it. However, the people also need to know this fey is willing to kill them for the sake of convenience anyway. It’s not outright evil, but inhuman enough it will kill them as easy as praise them.

As such, totally trying to create some doubts and tarnish the awe, show a little truth in a dramatic way, Diem moves their hands in front of their face as if they’re casting a spell, conveniently blocking anyone able to see their face from seeing their mouth move as they mimic The Superb Owl’s voice again, as loud as they can supervillain style and say: I will kill anyone who fails me! (21 deception).

A good amount of people around the South fence pause a little bit at this, including the guys who let them go during the last deception.

After that, Diem shoots Northwest and up 60ft to get above and behind The Superb Owl without flying close enough on the way to cause an attack of opportunity (essentially 20ft behind the owl to the northwest and 30ft up for a total of 60ft above ground and away from Korial’s bow).

They cast an eldritch blast but their heart still really isn’t in killing this pretty fey creature yet (Ixayl’anu is definitely not holding back for sure). Their first blast of crackling iridescent magic misses entirely as a result, and the other is held back too much, doing only 3dmg.

The guys who got nets from Korial are now close enough to throw them at Ixayl’anu, but both nets go wide without accidentally ensnaring any of the people under her instead.

Korial shoots at Ixayl’anu again, but misses.

The Superb Owl: Get more archers! Stop using the nets!

She disengages from Ixie and flies a bigger circle away. She goes up to about 80ft off the ground and take a commanding view of the whole area.

Ixayl’anu has seen birds of prey do this maneuver - she’s getting height so she can do a dive at Ixayl’anu (from 50ft above her now/20ft higher up than Diem is). Diem is clueless what this means for Ixayl’anu.

Ixayl’anu drops moonbeam and downs a potion (16 healing) on her way to get behind the owl and in front of me, close enough she and Diem both get the advantages of the bless she casts in moonbeam’s place (add a d4 to any attack roll or saving throw for a minute - 10 rounds).

Diem casts message on The Superb Owl, speaking directly in her head in sylvan, using their patron’s voice: Harm my pets and mark my words you will have an archfey hounding your immortality, making sure no one anywhere ever even thinks about worshipping you ever again (Intimidation check of 26).

The Superb Owl’s wingbeat pauses and she dips down a couple of feet in reaction. She’s still for the moment.

Diem yells out as loud as they can, in part for the Northside audience this time (and in their own voice): This is your last chance, do this the right way, no one’s taken by force and no one dies if they refuse!

24 performance for the crowd gets another big circle near enough to hear who are beginning to doubt. This includes Korial who has run forward enough he heard Diem’s yell. He also pauses and shakes his head a little bit.

The owl takes a good look around at the chaos and doubters, she screams an angry and hurt sound: None of you were really worth it anyway!

She disengages, picks up speed by dropping about 30 ft (still about 50ft from the ground though) and books it back toward the iron heights.

Ixayl’anu misty steps after her and crackles lightning effects, swiping at the air in the Superb Owl’s direction, making noises to reinforce driving her away and generally trying to be intimidating “You better run!” style. She rolls an 11 for intimidation. She can’t see the owl’s face for obvious reasons, but feels like she did a good job.

(The “Victory Speech” No One Asked For)

Diem flies lower toward the ground and makes themself look like an autumn-and-firey-sun themed archfey with a slightly higher voice than their patron’s to address the people around then. Their impulsive goal here is mainly to check on the hostility levels of the crowd while also trying to make sure a the presence of an archfey makes it into some stories. Just in case any of those get back to The Superb Owl in the future. They don’t use their own patron’s looks because they don’t know how their patron would feel getting that credit. They do go for a fiery-autumn look thinking this heavily V’kandis sun god religious area might attribute the deed in story to V’kandis instead, or an archfey follower (vague spur-of-the-moment possibilities for how this story gets retold over the years lol). Their performance is only a 16 for this though and it’s ruled that most people are simply distracted by the charm suddenly getting dispelled, becoming worried about loved ones and children/parents, etc. no longer in sight. Either way, everyone clearly knows what happened now (insofar as being charmed goes). Diem finished the story with what the owl had been planning, that it wasn’t just harmless (to hopefully discourage later retellings from making the owl out to be something to be tolerated the next time it comes around. Like no, it was definitely planning to take people against their will and seriously considering killing anyone merely for refusing to go with it. As they see the mood of the whole crowd shifting toward deflated sadness and seriousness, they end with what they hope is an inspiring message to find their loved ones and celebrate the return of their freedom. Diem knows it’s not their best work for sure, but they think it went over reasonably well for people being understandably distracted by suddenly remembering all the things and people and tasks the owl made them forget. They do notice Korial is standing there just listening and watching, head tilted after the hold on him was also dispelled.

At the end, Diem then pretends, for the benefit of whomever might still be watching, to be released by the mysterious autumn-fire entity who’d possessed them, their own visage fading back in as they get their bearings and look up at Ixayl’anu. They pull out their sending stone and say into it: Owl taken care of, we’re on our way to you guys in Stoneroost, let us know if we shouldn’t.

(Rana and Fee are falling!)

Fee makes a perception or investigation of 23 right before they start falling, they both hear a crack of thunder even though the sky isn’t stormy. Arcana check of 2 - Fee thinks it’s thunderbird thunder, there might be a thunderbird nearby she just doesn’t know.

Rana was showboating a little like “look at my mountains!” before she fell.

They feel cocooned in this nice little bubble of antigravity and have a slow descent that stops right above the trees like levitating above the treeline.

The ropen are following their descent with intent. 30-40 ft away still, it has embellishment on it - what Rana assumed was a natural coloration, it’s a paint/tattoo and jewelry situation.

These details make no difference to Fee.

Rana has an arm extended toward Fee about to cast a polymorph, but then they’re slowing down to a stop. “Fee are you okay?”

“Yeah, you?” Fee was also reaching for her hand and they manage to grasp hands.

When they stop, Fee tries to see if she can swim in the air, but she doesn’t move.

Rana: were you hit?

Fee: No you?

Rana: No

Fee: Can you become an owl again?

Rana: No...well, yes, but not the same way and I don’t know what knocked me out of owl to begin with (Rana is watching the Ropen as they talk - it’s taking its sweet time to get to them like a turkey vulture rather than any bird of prey about to swoop down and snatch you motions.

Fee looks for the ground through the trees and asks something I missed.

Rana perceives 18 trying to see if there are any other ropen around. 100 ft or so and getting closer (overiding the shorter distance earlier). She casts speak with animals and calls out: “Hello!?” (holds her hands out in peaceful gesture, rats freaking out with “What the fuck is happening?!” type chatter in her ears now).

Rana and Fee must make a con save, both fail (7 and 9, respectively). Both begin to hear ringing sounds in their ears - it’s SPN angel speak type noise. It crescendos to the point it hurts, all in their head, past the point of unbearable for a half second before it cuts out and they take 3 psychic dmg.

The ropen is close enough to hover in front of them after that and they both hear an intense psychic voice “This is not a safe place to be so I am going to bring you back to the nearest settlement - you should not be here until we handle it.”

Rana: We can’t go back, we’re here to figure out what’s going on.

Ropen: We’re taking care of it, their invisible bubbles of levitation start moving both Rana and Fee back the way they came.

Rana makes one persuasion check of 6 before the ropen puts them both to sleep. The whole time the ropen made them feel like they were being talked to as a child by an ancient, one that radiates strong magic.

(The zone you tried to access is down for maintenance; have a portal, take a nap)

Both Fee and Rana wake up feeling like it was really brief, but find themselves in a field outside Bouldergap. (Tournament was southwest of Bouldergap, they wake up northeast of Bouldergap - slightly farther away from town, and directly North of the road in.

Wisdom saving throws: 13 Rana, 20 Fee; Rana wakes up without memory of why she’s even here, the last she remembers she was an owl flying to Stoneroost. She tries to point at the empty air like the ropen is still there though.

Rana: Look, look that’s the thing I saw!

Fee: Yeah we both saw it…?

Rana: Yeah it’s right there! (the air is obviously empty though)

Fee: Uuuhhhhh…

Rana: Wait a minute, why are we back here? (She checks on the rats, who she can no longer understand, but that’s okay because she doesn’t remember casting that spell anyway.)

Fee: Oh, I see, what’s the last thing you remember, friend?

Rana: Flying

Fee: And then we were falling.

Rana statues.

Fee: Here’s what I think happened, I think your bird demons have some kind of bubble around Stoneroost because you somehow became not an owl and we were plummeting toward the ground and they slowed our descent and they made this awful noise screaming in our heads or maybe just my head and then talked to us like kids and were like “No we don’t need your help, we got this dudes.” (She retells the whole thing with more words than this but this is all I got transcribed live).

Rana looks doubtful: I think I’d remember that...

Fee: Yeah you would think…

At about this time, Diem’s voice comes through on the sending stones.

Diem: Owl taken care of, we’re on our way to you guys in Stoneroost, let us know if we shouldn’t.

Fee picks up almost immediately: No, don’t go to Stoneroost - fly to the other side of the tournament just out of town, we’re, well...marco polo or something when you get close until you find us and we’ll catch you up on--

Rana interrupts: Meet us at the gate into Bouldergap.

Fee: Yeah. That probably works better.

It will take Diem and Ixayl’anu about 5 minutes to fly to their destination.

In the meantime, as Rana and Fee walk toward said gate, they talk about what Rana doesn’t remember. She is very VERY interested in everything Fee has to say about the ropen. Fortunately for her, while Fee didn’t care about all the details of the ropen, she did take note of them with her high perception and was able to describe them pretty accurately to Rana - including the detail that they aren’t naturally colorful so much as wearing paint or tattoos and decorative jewelry that glints in the sun. Rana doesn’t know enough about ropen to say whether any of this was normal or not.

The lore for them is only that they’re brightly coloured pterodactyl-like creatures. No one’s gotten close enough to realize it’s not a natural thing and Rana thought they were just animals until now.

They do both remember getting just past the area where we saw the abominations on the road before they were stopped and ported away.

(Together again)

As Diem and Ixayl’anu approach and land, they find Fee and Rana both looking pissed, Rana has her map out, half plotting a route through the mountains instead.

Diem: How’d you guys get over here? Nevermind because…(they proceed to excitedly tell how things went with the owl - including the bit Ixayl’anu was not yet aware of about the message spell convincing the owl that their patron promised retribution if their pets, plural, were harmed)

Ixayl’anu preens with pride over her actions and shining moments during the story. We did not highlight, live, that she would be hearing the message that chased the owl off for the first time though, so there’s no noted reaction to that bit.

Rana (after Diem concludes the story): I hope the Ropen gets it.

Ixayl’anu: Ropen?

Rana looks at Fee: Well, since I don’t remember what happened…?

Fee: Yeah...remember how Rana was gonna carry me safely and we were gonna do this recon mission…?

Rana glares into the open air at nothing over the whole situation.

Fee: Once we got a little more than halfway to Stoneroost, just past where we were before we hit a bubble or something I don’t know but that big Rope-Roc bird thing flew in and Rana got switched back and we were falling then we were not falling and then the bird thing screamed in our heads and it hurt. Then was all like, “Don’t come over here I got this.” and then I don’t know yeah that’s when we were put to sleep and moved over here. I guess Rana must’ve been dropped too hard because she doesn’t remember it all.

(Again, there were definitely more words used than this, more things said, all amusing retellings, but this is all I got transcribed live)

Rana: They’ve never stopped me going through the mountains before, so I’m thinking we go through the mountains and hike out there in the morning. (She also notes that they didn’t see abominations on the road though, at least).

We talk about possibly going by road one more time, but this time, coming out silver scale first to see if that gets us in the door with these Ropen. Among our options is Rana just straight flying out there again with one of us on her back, Ixayl’anu riding on her elk, or possibly hiking back out there and flying for the last 10-20 minutes. All with the silver scale and letter ready to show as a potential vip pass.

Diem pulls out their sending stone and starts to catch the guard captain up on everything as we head her way to check in.

Eldeth: Just meet me at the guard house, this is too much to take in over sending stones.

(At the guard house)

By the time we get there Eldeth says she’s heard many different stories but they all start with YOU (here she points at Ixayl’anu) breathing lightning all over the damned thing.

Ixayl’anu (not in the least as guilty as she should be lol): Yeah…

Eldeth: (nods to self like “Alright then.”) Well we hadn’t tried that, but it worked.

Diem fills her in with 25 performance on every little detail of everything tried first and failed and why etc. including visual demonstration of the archfey they tried to put in the story for retelling in case anything got back to the owl at least some versions might have an archfey involved.

Eldeth seems to appreciate all the details: Well, we had a deal and you handled it, but I’m not gonna lie I’d prefer to help you through to Stoneroost in the morning.

She calls in two guards for us though - a dark blue skinned goliath barbarian type named Mash Jufrin who has a pegleg (Mash was one of the dumb guards from the other day) and a reddish older looking warrior tiefling named Tioshikio Ayibi. Eldeth introduces them and says, “These are who I can spare - they’re the best at smashing things.”

Mash (laughing): Yeah I’m best at smashing things.

Diem: Delighted to meet you (to Eldeth after looking at the rest of their party) I’m definitely for the morning though too, I could use a short rest?

The others nod agreement.

Tio: In that case, I’ll go help out with breaking down all the festival havoc and meet you all at the gate out toward Stoneroost in the morning.

As Diem notices no one is telling the Stoneroost route story, they message Fee to ask why they’re not telling their story.

Fee out loud: Oh yeah you should totally do that!

Diem (also out loud now): Me? Oh...okay *tries to remember everything Fee said and does a 26 performance on telling their story*

Only because of that performance do they not laugh at Diem outright for talking about sky bigfoot but Eldeth is still looking at Rana (the local of our group) like “Seriously?”

Rana gives a look back like yeeaaaah...it is though, I know how it sounds. (She’d been wincing and frowning at every mention of ropen during the story.)

Eldeth believes us but points out that she wouldn’t otherwise if not for the owl and everything crazy that’s been going on of late. She recommends Tio to get more supplies to that end from the armory. We all part ways, Diem getting their extra sending stone back after announcing they have a date to get to.

(Free evening for shopping and more!)

We get the evening to do whatever we like. Rana needs a 300 gold diamond, so she’s going to go shopping. Since it’s on the way to other places we’re all headed, we all go with. Rana gets distracted by all the shiny pretty gems, Ixayl’anu has to pry her away eventually. Rana picks up 2 diamonds and can’t help herself, picks up 2 rubies, a sapphire and an emerald. Loose stones that call to her. Handful of rubies and pretty things.

Diem forgot in the live session but since it was determined they were there for the shopping on their way back to Emmen’s festival tent, they have been approved for also picking up some pretty stones and would have been just as enthralled by the pretties as Rana lol. Gem haul (whopping total of 1500gp lol): Includes 3, 10gp titanium rainbow peacock kyanite feathers, a large Iolite/Cordierite sample that is dark blue with white and clear crystal clusters in it at first glance - looking closer at various angles reveals the whites to shift into shades of silver that blend in with the blues that also shift with lighting into shades of black and violet as well (300gp for a small “brick” sized uncut chunk). Another normal-sized sample of this same uncut stone for 50gp, a water opal with an imperfection that looks like a crescent moon, worth 1000gp (the two big ticket items are to be gifts for their patron, if anyone asks), and topped off with a pouch of additional, hand-selected rough cut samples of asst other stones mostly in shades of teals and purples (basically would look like a small stash of rough fluorite, quartz, etc.). They also pick up a little amethyst cat figuring worth 100gp (because gifts to the fey should always come in threes).

Ixayl’anu hauls us out of there before we spend ALL of our money there (I mean for her goddess’ sake, it’s not like they’re the teeth of a rare and impressive beast or something) and goes off to find a shop with healing potions where she buys two common healing potions (100g total).

Diem gets 2 greater healing potions for 150 each.

Rana says she’s going to the temple, everyone but Diem is gonna join her there. Diem splits off from the rest to find their aforementioned “date.”

Ixayl’anu resummons her elk in the temple courtyard. It takes her 10 minutes to do so. He bugles frantically as though no time had passed since he was attacked and Ixayl’anu is there with horse girl hugs and affection that he appreciates as she calms him down.

Mutanamri quietly comes up to her during this: So while you’re welcome to stay here, and we appreciate all your help recently...your steed does have to stay outside the temple...it’s a little bit of a sacrilegious thing, so if you could put it out in the stables please?

Ixayl’anu nods and says she understands. She and her elk continue their affectionate reunion on the way to stables. She spends the night in the stables with her elk, sleeping together.

Rana floats the idea with Fee to do a find the item and retrieve course for the rats outside the temple somewhere. Fee agrees. Rana hands Fee a frickin ruby for this game and uses a frickin emerald for Hamlet, hiding them for retrieval. These are the games of the rich, people lol. Rana casts speak with animals and they send the rats out on their missions. They make animal handling checks of 8 for Rana and 17 for Fee 17. Horatio wins! It does help that he recognizes the “retrieve” game through practice a little better than Hamlet does.

We confirm that tiny animals stopped speaking draconic about a couple miles out of Longview. So Fee can also speak to and understand her rat through her ring.

Afterward Rana settles down by the flame and Fee with her, presumably.

(In the morning…)

In the morning, after everyone’s gotten up and performed early morning mass, Alka Briskfizz, a dwarven priestess in green, gold, and cream-colored robes, her orangey-red hair in pigtails approaches Rana and Fee: I heard you helped with the owl situation and I know you talked to Mutanamri a little bit about that already. I’m actually here right now because I’d like to offer my services for your other trip - I’ve got some family in Stoneroost as well. It would be nice to go up and see them with your group, make sure everything’s alright. I have some healing capabilities.

Rana nods: We’ll take all the help we can get.

Fee: Yeah…

Alka: Good - though...I thought there was more of you?

Rana: Yeah, we have to go collect one of us somewhere in town and the other is sleeping in the stables with her elk.

(some missed conversation for sure)

Fee: Have you heard anything more about what might be going on?

Alka: Every time I’ve been on the road it’s been uneventful, so this is new to me.

Fee talks about how the road was creepy and Alka says that’s definitely not normal for the pass.

Rana talks about what to expect on the road, mentions the ropen but frames it like, ‘yeah, we know it sounds crazy, but with everything else that’s going on, why not an impossible cryptid too?’.

Fee chimes in every now and then.

Alka’s listening politely. Rana insight checks at a 12 on her reactions - she seems skeptical but open to there being something best described, for now, as a mythological cryptid.

They swing by the stable first to pick up Ixayl’anu and that’s where the session ends.

#Fight the owl meet the ropen #Anesh #Bouldergap #Stoneroost #ropen #The Superb Owl #Korial #Lawmaster Eldeth #Mash Jufrin #Tioshikio Ayibi #Mutanamri Sichar #Alka Briskfizz #Autumn archfey disguise #Diem pretends to be their patron #Emmen Hayley alluded to #The Iron Heights mentioned

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leechtwinsfling · 4 years ago

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Twisted Wonderland @ DISNEYLAND [ Chapter 3 ]

✨ Twisted Wonderland FanFiction ❤

[ Disneyland Date Series - HEARTSLABYUL ]

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We are lead another portion of the garden as I find decorated tables inside the tall wall rose bushes. A few people are already seated as a server dressed similar to a butler heads our way before bowing.

“Welcome, for two?”

“Ah, no, we actually have five more coming. So it’ll be a total of seven.” I answer getting the butler to nod before leading us to an empty table of eight.

The table has a black tablecloth with three rounded plants in a row on the middle of the table. Each golden seat has a red ribbon wrap around with roses behind. There are three sets of different size plates, and neatly organized cutlery along with tea cups.

Since the size of the table is similar to the seating back at the Heartslabyul’s Unbirthday Parties, I take my seat at the middle of one side as Riddle takes the head. We wait patiently for the others to come as I find small snacks already on the table.

Trying not to drool at the appetizing food, I hear familiar voices nearby getting me to look over to the entrance to find Cater and Trey. Smiling, I wave them for their attention as they are looking around. Seeing us, they inform one of the butlers who was welcoming them before heading over.

“Hey guys.” I greet.

“Hey, the Queen of Hearts mentioned you two.” Trey informs with a chuckle, “Said that it’s a shame Riddle doesn’t have a lover.”

I laugh hearing this as Riddle sighs, “If I have a relationship, I don’t want it to affect my learning.”

“What, is there a rule that doesn’t allow you to date?” I ask.

“Actually -”

“WOW! THIS PLACE IS AWESOME!” a distinct voice shouts getting all of us to instantly know who it is.

Looking over to the entrance again, we find the three stooges grabbing everyone’s attention. I couldn’t help stifle a laugh watching them running everywhere as the butlers try to calm them down. Seeing Riddle getting annoyed, it seems like the three could feel his glare as they stop and look over to us. They halt their crazy running before heading over to us quietly. With how they act reminds me of children who know they’re in deep trouble from their parents.

“There are other people here, don’t bother them.” Riddle lectures them for minutes as I find Cater sitting between Riddle and I.

Trey sits across from him having an amused smile on his face watching the three as usual getting a scolding. When the second year finally finishes with a huff, the three take their seats. Grimm sits beside me as the other two sit across, all with guilty glum faces.

“So where did you go?” I ask Grimm wondering where he went when we were at the theater.

“I smelled tuna, but in the end it turned out to be tuna scented eraser.” the cat sighs as I react with a horrified face.

Tuna what eraser?!

Just when I am about to comment about such an absurd product, trumpet horns ring as I realize that every table is now full of people. A red carpet rolls down the entrance as the mascots that we saw minutes ago walk down towards the larger table at the end. It’s design is near the same replica as all the other tables except for the parts where it’s bigger for the mascots’ hands and size.

“Presenting! Queen of Hearts!” a soldier-like dressed staff shouts as the Queen is the last one to walk down the red carpet.

When everyone is seated, the Queen stands up, “I welcome you all to my Unbirthday Party. Please enjoy yourself!”

With that, people dig into the tea and food offered getting me to wonder how do we pay for all this.

“I’m pretty sure all this is not free, so where do we pay?” I ask Cater who’s munching on a bite-size sandwich.

“Oh, we paid it beforehand. Trey reserved it once we were told we’re coming to Disneyland for a field trip.” he answers.

Okay, not a shock.

“Isn’t she amazing?” Ace asks staring at the Queen like a love-struck boy.

“Ace... you do know she ain’t real, right?” I ask concern for his well-being.

He dramatically gasps at me, “Don’t say that! What if the children hear you? It’s like saying Santa is not real!”

Turns out, someone must have heard him as a nearby table a child begins crying saying that Ace said Santa isn’t real. The parents look over to our table before giving a disapproving glare.

“Good job, Ace. You ruined a kid’s childhood.” I shake my head disappointingly at him.

“Hey! You’re the one who started it!” Ace blames.

“Quiet, let’s all just enjoy the tea please?” Riddle sighs already used to our bickering during times like this.

With us enjoying some small talk about our experiences so far, along with the tea and snacks, I hear Cater soon humming along with the music which I recognize is the ‘Unbirthday Song’. Couldn’t help myself, I decide to hum along getting his attention. He breaks into a smile before singing along with the music and raising his tea cup to me. Laughing, I clink my tea cup with his as we both begin singing the song.

“A very merry Unbirthday to me !” he begins singing loudly that other people look over to us.

“To who?” I sing back deciding that it’ll seem fun despite being embarrassing.

“To me!”

“Oh you!” I point to him looking shocked.

“A very merry Unbirthday to you!” he offers me a hand which I take after putting my tea down.

“Who me?” I question.

“Yes, you!” he quickly touches my nose.

“Oh, me!” I gasp in surprise.

“Let's all congratulate us with another cup of tea! A very merry Unbirthday to you!” he cheers as people begin applauding and cheering.

Laughing at how he amazingly hit that high note, he then pulls me off from the table as he continues singing. Instead of being a small show to each other, it then becomes a huge performance for the whole party.

“Now, statistics prove, prove that you've one birthday.” I speak looking over to a group of children enjoying the unplanned performance.

“Imagine, just one birthday every year!” Cater adds.

“Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four Unbirthdays!” I cheer.

“Precisely why we're gathered here to cheer!”

“It’s also my Unbirthday!” a child from the crowd raises his hang getting Cater and I to look over at each other before smiling and heading over to the small boy.

“It is?” Cater asks picking the child.

“What a wonderful world this is!” I pat the boy’s head.

“In that case!” Cater puts down the boy.

He puts the boy’s hand with mine before grasping the other boy’s hand and mine. We begin dancing in a circle as we continue to sing.

“A very merry Unbirthday!” we sing as children become rushing over to join the circle.

“To me?” the small boy asks.

“To you!” I smile finding the circle growing big as adults are cheering from the sidelines.

“A very merry Unbirthday!” the audience then begins singing.

“For me?” the children asks.

“For you!” we all shout.

“Now blow the candle out my dear and make your wish come true! A merry merry Unbirthday to you!” we all sing together.

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Once the music ends, I can’t help but laugh as the children demand another performance from Cater and I.

“One more time! Can we please?” a child begs pulling down my shirt.

“Please!” other children chorus.

“Okay! Okay!” Cater agrees, “Everybody get ready!”

Everyone heads back into a circle as another child grabs my hand. I smile at the small girl who smiles widely back at me.

“You have a nice boyfriend, Big Brother/Sister.” she speaks.

Okay, stop right there. How many times has it been that people mistaken me to be with these boys.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” I laugh.

“Eh? But you’re holding hands with him!”

“Yes, and everyone else is holding hands with others too, right?”

“Ah!” she realizes, “Yeah!”

After many repeats of singing and dancing, the parents decide to help us as they see the exhaustion on Cater and I. Giving a relief sigh, I feel Cater lean on top of me with his chin on my head.

“Ah~ I didn’t expect to be so tired this early in the morning.” he hugs me, “[N/A]~ Carry me~!”

“You think I can carry your heavy-butt?” I ask feeling tired on my own.

“So mean~”

“Can’t help but tell the truth.” I laugh before feeling him actually put all his weight on me, “Ugh, oh my god, what did you eat?”

“Trey~! [N/A] called me fat!” Cater tattles as I’m trying to support us from not falling face down on the ground.

“I didn’t! How do you expect me to carry a grown man?! I’m still growing!” I argue dragging us towards our table.

“I’m still growing!” Cater gasps.

“Ha, not with your age.” I laugh obviously fooling around.

“I’m only two years older than you!”

“Two years! You’ve eaten more than 2190 meals than me!”

“How did you get that number?”

“Well, there’s 365 days, and the average amount of meal is three. So 365 times three is 1095. Then multiply with two since it’s two years, and that’ll be 2190.” I easily explain.

The boys can only stare at me as the first years look at me like I’m talking gibberish as the older two didn’t expect this from me. “Okay, I might be not that smart at school but that’s only because everything I’m learning is entirely new to me! Remember, I’m from a different world than you guys.” I remind getting them to snap out of their daze.

“Awe, our little transfer student continues to surprise us all still.” Cater hugs me tighter.

I let out a choking sound, “Can’t breath. Can’t breath!”

He releases me allowing me to gasp for air before relaxing, “I thought I was gonna die just then.” “Am I that strong~?” “With the addition of your body weight, then sure~” I continue to tease getting him to gasp and sulk before slapping me playfully. Laughing, I sit back onto my seat as he does the same. The party continues as the mascots visit each table to talk with the children. I, personally, am stuffing myself with this delicious food in front of me.

“Y/N~! Try this!” Cater offers a bite of his small chocolate cake on his fork.

Without hesitation, I take a bite and can’t help but moan from the richness it melts on my tongue. “Right~! It’s so good! Here, have another bite.” he offers another spoonful which I once again eat from.

“This scene reminds me of a mother feeding her baby.” Grimm comments.

“Don’t be jealous that Mother loves me more than a stray cat.” I stick my tongue out at Grimm playfully.

“Ah! There’s chocolate on your cheek.” Cater takes a napkin and gets ready to wipe it but stops.

Instead he smirks and leans in before licking the chocolate off my cheek. My eyes widen as I can’t help but blush like a tomato. The others saw this and are frozen into place as they can’t believe what happened. “There~” Cater smiles acting like nothing happened but knows what chaos he just started. And the party ends with a food fight started by the first years.

[ to be continued ]

#twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #Heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #deuce spade #ace trappola #twisted wonderland grimm #disneyland #disney #Aniplex #twisted wonderland at disneyland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twff dds #Queen of Hearts #unbirthday song #unbirthday party

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aleatoryalarmalligator · 4 years ago

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Hello tumblr,

Boy, it’s been a moment or two. I haven’t left tumblr by any means really in the last year and a half, but it became less a part of my life when I moved to Portland two years ago and got involved with people and had a social life there for awhile and a love life and now I am 30. I started tumblr at 22. I was so much more naive. I’m sorry to all the folks who wanted to keep reading my life story. I do swear that I will get back to it someday, but even rereading it I see things I left out and perspectives I forced on my audience when I could have left the truth more open. I don’t stand by some of the values I had even two years ago.It’s not bad, but I feel like it needs to be gone over. It’s been suggested by people that I shouldn’t do that, but I have a strong sense that I know what I should do.

I’ve been feeling the weight of time and limitations of health both mental and physical, financial and just the circumstances of living in an environmentally unsustainable late stage capitalism position where I can bank on nothing and so much is up in the air. And I know I’m still young, but not that young anymore. I missed out on a lot in my twenties and I know I won’t get a lot of that back. And I don’t feel like I can plan ahead. I feel very trapped, enormously lonely and isolated. I know it’s eating at me all the time, but I feel like acknowledging it (as I am ironically doing it now), makes It bigger and more painful. But it’s getting to the point where I have nothing to lose.

I’m in a situation where I have troubled friendships. People who love me and I love them but there are several reasons we can’t be close. I look at the way the world is headed and I have this lack of enthusiasm in me because I feel like people are going to get more isolated and more unhappy and feel empty and deterministically realistic about the lack of prospects of what they can look forward to, I feel like everything is getting unstable and worse. And nobody wants to talk about it, to inspect it or even laugh about it. I see growing trends of fascism, a sense of withdrawing in ones self and into technology that everyone I know is guilty of, myself definitely included, the commodification or gentrification of acts of rebellion or individualist acts that one can take to protest the status quo through art or media. There seems to be no valid way to stop the way the world is headed or what people are doing collectively, or ultimately how to even demonize all but a select few. And even them, as shitty as it is to say, the same rules of the universe that created trees also created Jeff Bezos.

I feel like hedonism gets misunderstood. I consider myself to be a hedonist and I’ve been holding out for a future of excitement or sense of euphoria or positive paradigm shift for about a year now. It started when I lost my job last year, and Went through a semi abusive relationship that left me emotionally drained. I feel like after that I kept getting on my horse and falling off two weeks later. It’s gotten to the point where I am afraid to lie to myself when I do have minor breakthroughs that I am even improving.

Poverty also got the best of me. I’ve gone through a series of setback after setback and it’s prevented me from even acquiring the sense of relief or letting go or growth even to take on or form enthusiasm about even making myself happy and there is a despair in me beginning to grow that says this is just the way things are now. It’s like I’m just surviving for no reason. I have nothing to offer anyone. I’m also surrounded by people who are very depressed, probably more unhappy than me in some ways, so I’m not about to get any light at the end of the tunnel talk from a friend. I have no doubt that a strong sense of support would probably make worlds of difference but that’s not in the cards right now. Reaching out in my situation would probably cause other people’s misery or misguided outlook on life to rub off on me further. And for that I unfortunately have to put up my walls because I know myself and the chameleon aspects of my personality and other people’s negative coping mechanisms rub off on me.

And see, like on top of all that, COVID hit and that donked up my plans at maybe getting a new job or meeting new people. All the things I could do to reinforce positive new things into my life became impossible. I shut down after coronavirus happened and fell back on some of my old bad habits, which were reinforced by literally the whole world shutting down. I couldn’t fight it if I wanted to, I was living in isolation and frustration and insecurity and even looking around and worrying about all the people who are worse off than me and will be even worse off once their benefits go away or housing is taken makes me sick to my stomach. I’m afraid I am just gonna have to tread some kind of postmodern Great Depression and give up on living my best life.

Something got messed up with my unemployment and it’s been six months and though I claim every week, I don’t have access to any of that money yet and still have to call people constantly to try to correct it. I have over fifteen thousand dollars that I can’t gain access to. I just lost my food stamp benefits. I work eight hours a week which basically just keeps my phone on, and other than that I’ve been making it on no money. I don’t see eye to eye with my roommates, though it’s not personal and nobody really checks up on me. I wonder why sometimes that I am doing anything. What use is it to hope for things that become more and more impossible? And why tread water when I feel like I have no goal I can aim towards? As soon as I get used to the way things are, something new happens that is out of my control, and I am back to square one. I feel like I am shutting down.

Anyway, I am trying to hold out for something better, but more in a sense that I am trying to maintain something. I do have experience with feeling hopeless and empty from my early and mid twenties, which isn’t good but in a way I know that when I moved to Portland I got a beautiful awakening of a life more realized and full and in some way that was so unexpected that, not to sound super cheesy but, it was kind of a second birth for me, and if I was in the muck before and got out, perhaps I can do it again.

I guess I’m back on tumblr with a little more frequency for that very reason. I’m lonely and lost and trapped. Maybe I will do more writing on here and see where that goes. I feel like I could break things down further and get a better grasp of myself if I wrote more. So maybe I will write on here tomorrow. Meh..Who knows? I feel like if I broke my ideas down into topics I could exemplify something or find a deeper truth in the details.

Lastly, and this is semi unrelated but, I’ve been mutual with some of the people on this site for seven years and it trips me out when the notifications say so-and-so likes your post and its been seven years. I am not gonna lie, it is really cool. It kind of makes me feel like tumblr is still kind of a form of ‘home’ to me.

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anightflower · 5 years ago

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One of Many

Summary: Sick of Loki’s plan to take over Ragnorak. You call him out on his shit. He is not a big fan of that.

Please be kind, this is my first time writing NSFW.

Characters: Loki x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY: S M U T

You furiously stalked back to your room. You had enough of Loki’s idiotic plan. You knew you were supposed to be meek and unnoticed for your protection, but at this point it was fucking ridiculous.

Watching him flirt with the women in the Grandmaster’s inner circle and worshipping the very ground the Master himself walked on was absolute bullshit. Their greedy hands traced circles on Loki’s arms, eyelashes batting in attempts at flirting. It made you want to gag.

Tonight however had been the final straw. You were chosen to be one of the servers at one of the Grandmaster’s “Contest of Champions” parties. You would think that people would get bored of watching the Grand Champion winning every time, but they still came, if only to kiss the Grandmaster’s ass more.

Loki was no better than the rest of them. He barely looked at you as he grabbed a drink from your tray. He simply focused on the barely dressed women groveling before him. They chatted and laughed. One even sat in his lap, wrapping their arms around his neck and constantly whispering in his ear. He could have pushed them off, but instead he just smirked back at them and whispered back to them.

It made your blood boil. Then she kissed his neck and you saw red.

Finally fed up you threw your tray down on the table and pushed your way out of the room. Bumping into the Grandmaster himself who let out a little chuckle.

“Hey, hey, hey, where are you going little racehorse?”

You gaped at him, scrambling for an excuse.

He chuckled at your lack of response. “You’re lucky you’re cute, not many can pull of the suffocating fish look. Don’t worry you can hop along I won’t stop you. You’re about to miss one heck of a fight though. There’s this new guy who can shoot sparkles out of his hands. He thinks he can beat my champion. But hey good for him, he’s got good confidence.”

You nodded then hurried away. Hoping that the Grandmaster would quickly forget your face. Otherwise who knew what would happen.

You were pulled out of your tired haze when you heard a familiar voice call your name.

You let out a sigh of annoyance. You were so damn close to your room, yet here he was.

“Y/N,” you turned around to meet Loki’s gaze.

“And what have I done to gain the attention of the Grandmaster’s favorite? Shouldn’t you be back kissing up to his inner circle?” You growl.

“(Y/N), we’ve discussed this. I can’t jeopardize my position with the Grandmaster, it took me time to win his trust. He’s a lunatic, but he can be amenable. Soon you will be able to join me by my side. Then in time an accident befalls him and you and me-,” he smirked at you.

“Well Loki, you’ve had plenty of time to win his favor. Perhaps now it’s my time win his favor. He did call me beautiful tonight. I’m sure I peaked his interest, which is much better than being one of the many women you sleep with.” you said with a shrug turning to continue on to your room.

Loki’s eyes darkened. “One of many-ONE IF MANY? He growled, grasping your arm he pulled you into an empty side hall and pinned you against the wall. “You think I actually am enjoying this?”

You fought against his grasp. “Oh don’t act like you’re suffering! You’ve had plenty of women to play with in my absence. You’ve hardly even acknowledged me since we have gotten here!”

“For your protection! If the grandmaster sees me with you he could use you to manipulate me as a weakness!” He hissed

You rolled your eyes. “Oh yes of course, you’ve been all over these other women and going in that goddamn orgy ship for MY protection! Well, while you’ve been off “protecting me” I’ve been fucking working; gathering information about this goddamn planet and it’s ruler as a barmaid and servant. Yet, somehow I’ve managed to keep my head down and keep other men off of me, even in this IDIOTIC outfit.”

His fury-filled eyes cooled as he looked you up and down. “Well, as much as I hate the idea of other men even looking at you like that, I don’t exactly blame them for trying, when you’re dressed like that.”

You glared at him, but couldn’t stop the blush that rose to your cheeks. You felt exposed in the outfit you were assigned. With the sheer top showing your midriff and hardly hiding your breasts, and the flowing pants exposing your sides as you walked due to the slits in them, it was designed to show off your assets. Everything has to be beautiful to please the Grandmaster.

You shook your head snapping out of it. “Don’t try to lure me in with sweet words now. I will not be another one of those pretty little play things that you’ve been meeting on that damn ship.”

“Don’t act like you don’t adore the attention pet.” Loki purred. “I know you have missed me and my touch.”

You then realized the short proximity between the two of you; how Loki’s body practically pressed against yours. Heat rushed through your body, as you tried to scramble out of his iron grip, but he was too strong.

“L-Loki let go.” You growled weakly.

“It’s funny (Y/N). Your words completely contrast against your body’s reaction.” He smirked pressing in closer, making you gasp.

Your breathing picked up slightly.

“Ah, you’ve wanted this as badly as I have these past couple weeks.” Loki said, his hand tracing across your exposed stomach, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touched.

“Loki please-“ you begged.

“What is it pet? What do you want?” He asked his smirk only growing bigger.

What did you do want? God you wanted him to fuck you until you couldn’t walk and then some- but not here. Not in the middle of this hallway where anyone could see you.

“Please not here- I need you damnit, but not in the middle where anyone could see us.” You begged.

“As entertaining as an audience sounds, I suppose your right. The last thing I want is for someone to find us and raise alarm.” Loki said. He wrapped and arm around your waist and the next thing you knew you were in his lavish room.

“You know, I’ll never get used to how you can do that.” You said breathlessly.

Loki just looked down at you with a smirk causing an excited chill to run down your spine. Energy crackled between the two of you as your gazes locked. It was like an explosion had gone off.

Loki pinned you against the wall again, but this time your hands he trapped your hands above your head in his vice-like grip. His mouth attacked your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, marking up your delicate skin.

Moans fell out of your mouth in a chorus. Loki just smiled against your skin as you cried out his name.

He moved his lips down, growling as he released your pinned hands and ripped your sheer shirt in two. “Only I should be able to see you like this. Your nipples perked and aching for my attention. This shirt shows off too much for my liking.”

“Well get me a better replacement if you hate it so much-” you gasped as his mouth latched onto your nipple. He sucked and nipped at it while his other hand massaged your other breast. You mewled as he tugged and pinched at it.

“How I’ve missed your little sounds pet. Those helpless and needy moans.” He purred.

“Loki,” you whined. Your core aching for his touch, his tongue, ANYTHING.

He stopped his assault on your breasts and smirked up at you. He stood up moving you away from the wall and pushed you towards the bed.

“I must confess I’ve been waiting for this moment.” He purred as he laid you down onto his soft sheets.

Before you could utter a word. He grabbed the sides of your pants and tugged them down. He smiled at your clearly soaked panties. “Do you think that for a second, those women on that ship could live up to how beautiful you are?” He pushed your legs open, his wild eyes shining with lust. “That they even compare to how sexy you are?” He said before licking up your covered slit.

Your hands immediately tangled in his soft locks and tugged slightly. He let out an approving growl.

“You are mine (Y/N). You will be my queen and you will rule by my side. Not these meager women in the Grandmaster’s circle. They are a means to an end.” He said, looking up at you as he ripped off your panties.

His actions made your heart race. His confession turned you on even more. You knew he meant every promise.

As he continued to bury his face in your cunt, you could feel a build up in your stomach. It was so achingly close. You let out a whine.

“Loki wait.” you whimpered.

He reluctantly pulled his face away from you. “What is it my love? Is something wrong?” His eyes were filled with worry.

“No.” You blushed a bit as you admitted, “I want to come with you inside me.”

Loki’s worried look quickly turned to a self-satisfied smirk. “Your wish is my command my pet.” With a flash of his magic his clothes were gone.

You admired his fit, tall body. Purring when you saw his glorious hard cock. Deliciously gleaming with precum. His body was tight with want.

You spread your legs wide. “I am all yours my king.”

Loki’s eyes turned black with lust as he lunged for you. His lips attacking yours and one hand pinning your arms back above your head. The other lined him up with your entrance.

“Say it again.” He growled at you.

A sultry look came over your face. You arched up to get as close to him as possible. “ I am all yours my king.”

You moaned as he filled you. Nothing and no one could compare. He filled you everywhere you needed and he knew just how to make you purr like a kitten.

He waited until you adjusted to him then he began to move. His lips attached to you neck and he sucked hard leaving a deep purple bruise as he pounded into you.

You were a mewling, moaning mess, gasping his name, pleading for more.

Loki just hummed his satisfaction against your skin. He moved his hands from yours, but used his magic to keep them pinned above your head still.

You pulled against your invisible restraints. “Loki!” You whined.

He laughed. “Eager are we my pet?”

“Let me touch you,” you pleaded.

Loki continued his assault on your senses. “Ask properly.”

“Please my king, let me touch you. I want to feel you.” You pleaded to him.

You felt the bonds snap and your wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him to you. As if he wasn’t already entangled with you. Your hands traveled all over his body, his muscular arms, his abbed stomach, his incredible ass.

You pulled his face to yours and kissed him deeply. His mouth burying your moans as his cock hit your g-spot.

“Faster my king, please.” You pleaded. “I’m so close.”

Loki’s hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed lightly.

“I am as well. Touch yourself pet.”

You looked him in the eye as you stuck your fingers in your mouth. You sucked slowly and got them all nice and wet. Loki groaned as you lowered them down to your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Loki sped up his thrusts, the slap of your bodies colliding and your moans the only sound that echoed around the room.

“Fuck I’m going to-,” you couldn’t even finish your sentence before you saw stars. Your orgasm rocked your whole body, making you cry out.

Loki followed soon after, gasping out your name as he came. He collapsed onto you wrapping his arms around you.

You welcomed it. You had missed him with all the aching in you heart.

He switched to his side and pulled you close to him, gently kissing your forehead. “ I meant every word I said Y/N. You are my queen. You are all I want.” He paused. Then he looked down at you. “You are all I love.”

You heart stopped. You kissed him gently. “I am all yours my king. You are all I love.”

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smallcowplant · 5 years ago

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Hi! I'm sorry to bother you with writing advice but, I know that some of your projects take place in like, universes that aren't our own and I was wondering if you could give me some advice on how not to info dump about the world and how it works, bc I find myself doing that and I feel like it would be very confusing for the reader. Thank you!

Hello! You’re absolutely not bothering me, don’t worry! I love talking about writing!

A little bit of a preface:

At the moment, the only project I’m working on that takes place in an alternate universe is Jinx (and I suppose TSS kind of does, but it’s very much more real-world). And perhaps, this sci-fi story I have bubbling in my head. But that’s a conversation for another day.

I don’t ever really go Full Fantasy (mostly bc I really don’t like writing in that genre lol), I just take fantasy elements and adapt them into a reality that is very similar to ours!

I remember reading something in a Rainbow Rowell book about the character putting on makeup for the first time: “she looked like herself, but with the volume turned up” or something along those lines….and for whatever reason that really stuck with me. My worlds ARE our worlds….just with the volume turned up. (Take that to mean that I build my worlds off of the reality we exist in, just adding in fantastical elements.)

Btw, I’m writing this as if you’re asking me about a sims-based story, so I apologize if it’s not 100% accurate to you!

EDIT: THIS TURNED INTO A GENERAL RAMBLE ABOUT WRITING/STORYTELLING IN GENERAL BC I AM RIDICULOUS AND ONCE U GET ME STARTED I CAN’T STOP I’M SORRY

Personally, I’ve noticed that taking away writing that is separate from the pictures (i.e. NOT writing an extended caption under the screenshots) has REALLY helped me stray away from info-dumping.

Relying solely on the captions on my screenshots has forced me to truly pay attention to how I’m framing a scene! I think my brain switched between writing for a drabble/a book to writing as if I was making the screenplay for a tv/film!

Tumblr is an inherently visual platform, just like film or television, so focusing on the visuals instead of long descriptions works better for me. A lot can be conveyed by facial expressions/angles—-framing your character as significantly smaller compared to something else can convey the vastness of the problem/how alone they feel, framing them as staring up at something skewed can suggest that the thing puts them off-kilter, cutting back to character reactions (without words) can quietly show the audience how each character is feeling.

But anyway……

This also really depends on the POV of the character(/s) you’re telling the story through.

Is this a Call to Adventure/Hero’s Journey-type story? Where your character(/s) are thrust into a new world/journey that they know nothing about?

If so, consider

Is your character an outsider/transplant to this world? Like, did they fall through a portal/through the pages of a book/stumble into this realm unwittingly?

Or are they an insider to the world….have they lived in this world their whole life, only to discover something earth-shattering about their status quo that NEEDS to change (take down a big bad/search for their identity independent of their previous role/etc.)?

This will greatly impact how you share information with readers.

If your character is new to the world, there will probably be your fair-share of Harry Potter in Diagon Alley-esque scenes, where your character stares open-mouthed at the world and ask a ton of questions to their guide.

If your character is part of the world, they probably have a good grasp on what the world is like/what’s going on. They will know things the reader does not, and will start off with different motivations and ideas than the hapless newcomer.

I think that it’s good for YOU as a writer to know your world inside-and-out, but your audience doesn’t necessarily need to be the same (at least, at first).

Plant breadcrumbs through scenes—-a comment here, a poster/paper there, an action here—-that show your reader things about the world…..you want there to be curiosity with your readers….how does this work? Where did this come from? Why is this the way it is? Those are questions that build interest, and they are the ones you, as a writer, MUST have answers to (even if you don’t share that info fully).

Side-note, but I’m a big proponent in my stories for SCENES TO MATTER.

If I feature a scene in my stories, it HAS to matter for the bigger picture.

They have to function as plot/story-driving scenes. That doesn’t mean that they all have to be fast-paced, action/heavy scenes.

A lot of the scenes I like to write are intimate, casual conversations between characters or small, introspective views of character’s daily lives. A scene with two characters talking can bridge the gap between intense/plot-heavy scenes AND reveal valuable information to your readers.

A good slow-paced scene:

Tells us something new about a character/characters.

Reveals something about the world.

Builds a relationship/dynamic with the characters/world they live in.

A bad slow-paced scene:

Rips us out of the story only to have the character(/s) state something that we already know/waste time. (I used to have PLENTY of these scenes in my old sim-stories. The character would wander away from the excruciatingly slow-moving plot to comment that they were lonely/confused/scared…and those scenes didn’t add anything, lol. They just sat there, like a boring journal entry where all you do is go to the grocery store and take a nap.)

Is one that you could completely omit from the story and nothing of value would be lost.

Basically, if you find yourself having characters fuck off away from the plot just to state the obvious/describe the situation to us….cut it. You can convey emotions/problems through scenes/dialogue without having to be tedious!

Think of IRL conversations and how they work—-you may have a couple occasions where friends/acquaintances catch you up on drama/information, but they usually don’t dump EVERY person’s name/motivations/relationships. Think….what do your characters know? What do they not know? How do certain characters view each other/the world? How would they communicate that?

The great thing about storytelling is that you aren’t trapped into only showing what your characters know—-you can cut to a scene completely divorced from their POV (i.e. the villain/another world/etc.) and give that perspective to the audience.

Just keep a tab on what 1) you know as the writer, 2) what your audience knows and 3) what your character knows. These are most likely all different things. You’re the Dungeon Master, baby! You hold all the cards and you know all! (You can use this to sow doubt/drop foreshadowing unbeknownst to your audience/be selective with what you show!)

tl;dr: focus on understanding your plot/plotting in general—-once you know what you’re going for, you can trim the fat. be selective with what you show/what your audience see’s. try to treat your creation like it’s real—for example: on Earth, how does humankind function? what are the rules/status quo/known truths? what are the anomalies/oddities? apply that to your story. don’t dedicate entire scenes to explaining the world your characters are in—–SHOW us (whether in visuals/interactions/dialogue), don’t TELL us outright. your audience is smart, and they can put things together over the course of the story. if your world has rules, remember them. they don’t need to be outright stated, but if certain things are not possible, communicate that through actions in the story.

#I talk way too much oops!!!#asks #anonymous

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wordybee · 5 years ago

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#the white book scene still does not sit well with me #(and if anyone wants me to write up an essay on why that is #i will do so at the drop of a hat) - I would love you to do that, please and thank you. (I've read a few takes on why it sucked but I am always ready to hear YOUR take on a thing bc I like your brain.)

I’m sure my take isn’t unique, but I’m full of thoughts and everyone in my life has grown too wary of every conversation I have with them turning into “And Another Thing Wrong with Game of Thrones…”, so I’m gonna just leap on this opportunity granted by your curiosity, Bethany, and damn the retread ground.

Going to tuck it all under a Read More (or try to; I don’t know if Tumblr’s still buggy about Read Mores on mobile) because I, as I said, am full of thoughts.

A huge part of why I don’t like the scene is how it frames everything. Cutting out the books’ version where Jaime writes his own story and acknowledges Brienne for his safe return, then having Brienne essentially save Jaime’s honor by concluding his story with a respectfully worded cause of death, frames the relationship between Jaime and Brienne as significantly more one-sided than it should have been. In the books, there’s clear regard and admiration between the two of them and it’s relatively even. Jaime sees Brienne as a shining example of knighthood and honor and credits her as such where it matters; Brienne sees Jaime as a man of honor despite his reputation and credits him as such where it matters. It’s pretty much their whole thing after their initial ordeal together: this long-distance, chivalrous devotion in which they try to fulfill promised oaths and both of them are simultaneously the noble knight and the fair maiden, in turn defending each other’s honor and being the person whose honor needs defending. They’ve taken it upon themselves to act as shield and sword for each other, and that protectiveness is completely organic and completely balanced in its presentation.

But in the show, Brienne is reduced to Jaime’s cheerleader and the keeper of his legacy, while she herself gets no credit from him, no regard, no significance in the conclusion of his story despite having such a pivotal role in it up to the point where he abandons her. Yes, she’s been raised to Lady Commander of the Kingsguard (which I’ll get into the issues of that shortly) but in the personal and specific relationship between Jaime and Brienne, it’s knocked completely off balance. In Jaime’s last scenes, he has no dialogue about Brienne and Brienne has no role within the context of his remaining story; she isn’t mentioned in relation to him at all, even though it would make perfect sense for Tyrion, for example, to raise a huge “what the fuck” when the last he heard, Jaime was happy to sit out the rest of the war in Winterfell specifically because Brienne was there and suddenly he’s in King’s Landing, ready to die for Cersei. Meanwhile, one of Brienne’s final actions of the show is ensuring that Jaime goes down in history as a knight who died with honor despite the fact that… that was not the case. At all. Jaime died selfish, forsaking the innocents of the city and cutting all ties with everything honorable or noble about himself in order to return to his “hateful” origins and Cersei.

And maybe this is actually the way things go down in the books. I don’t know how (though I do have more theories now after thinking about this damn series far too much) but it’s possible the end of the story for Jaime really is a straight plummet from the peak of the redemption arc he’s been traveling. It’s a cynical end, but not an impossible one.

But regardless, the books at least have the balance between Jaime and Brienne up until that point, and considering that Brienne experiences something of an implied fall from grace in A Dance with Dragons, it’s not improbable that Jaime would further mirror her in his own fall, even if I can’t fully grasp the details of how Book Jaime would end where Show Jaime does. However, the loss of a huge chunk of Brienne’s ASoIaF story and editing out the respect Jaime has for her being made explicitly clear when he takes it upon himself to credit her in his own White Book entry – that all furthers the show’s depiction of Brienne as nothing more than a stepping stone in Jaime’s abysmally cynical narrative. She becomes a way for him to get his good name back after death, even though he doesn’t actually deserve it, and her value stops there.

Here’s the crux of it, though: I don’t like the White Book scene, specifically, because the show wants me to like it. It wants me to ignore all the aforementioned issues I have with the relationship imbalance between Jaime and Brienne, and the discordant show portrayal of Jaime Lannister, and it wants my appreciation for Brienne’s selfless loyalty to let that scene wipe away all my misgivings and accept it as a pretty little bow to tie up the Jaime/Brienne story. It is manipulating me through Gwendoline Christie’s superb acting, Ramin Djawadi’s heartwrenching music, and the very fact that Brienne is the one in the scene at all.

Because she was chosen for a reason, and that reason is not just because she’s the one with a connection to Jaime. She was chosen because Brienne is a Good character. In a show full of gray morality, she’s done very little to besmirch her heroic label and she’s always presented as an upright person whose actions are basically always justified and acceptable. As a result, the audience tends to agree with what Brienne does, even subconsciously – she acts as a shortcut to right and wrong that viewers can latch onto, which is not uncommon in storytelling. Excluding the last couple episodes, her opinion of Jaime follows pretty squarely with his character arc. Jaime is loathsome while Brienne finds him loathsome, pitiful while she finds him pitiful, admirable while she finds him admirable.

So, the writers have this character who is defaulted to Agreeable with audiences and they have her forgive this other character for his selfishness and betrayal, thereby making it so audiences can more easily forgive that selfishness and betrayal. Because why, exactly, did Brienne abandon Sansa Stark to a lonely rule in the North in order to serve in the southern Kingsguard? She had no actual ambition to be in the Kingsguard. She wanted to be in Renly’s Kingsguard not because she loved the title or the position, but because she loved Renly. She swore herself to Catelyn’s service not because she wanted to serve the Starks, but because she wanted to serve Lady Catelyn. Again, she swore herself to Sansa and not to King Jon or Queen Dany, because Brienne doesn’t swear to positions – she swears to people. There is no logical reason why she would go to King’s Landing to serve Bran, a king she doesn’t even really know, and leave Sansa at Winterfell.

No reason, except as a tool for the writers to use so that viewers forgive Jaime through Brienne.

In conclusion, the White Book scene is an act of manipulation that aims to polish up the writers’ complete disregard for Brienne and it uses our regard for Brienne to do so. It unbalances the careful balance of respect struck between the Jaime and Brienne characters that has been (at least subtextually, in the show) at the heart of their relationship by reframing Brienne as little more than a subplot in the “bigger” story of Jaime Lannister, and further highlights how much of Brienne’s story from the books the show tossed out because they just didn’t care – in their eyes, Brienne was nothing but a vessel for Jaime’s legacy, not a character with a legacy in her own right. And that’s why I don’t like it.

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elcorhamletlive · 6 years ago

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fandom: MCU (Alternate Universe - Medieval) ship: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark tags: Outsider POV, Howard Stark's A+ Parenting, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Howard Stark POV summary: “What I’m about to ask you has no relation to our alliance,” Rogers continues, his voice a lot steadier now. “I come here only in behalf of myself, and what I’m about to ask, I ask as a man, not as a soldier.”

Howard feels as if he can see the anticipation growing in the room, almost as a cloud forming over them. The guards don’t bother hiding the shock in their expressions, and even Jarvis can’t fully disguise the curiosity, his eyebrows quirked.

Rogers takes one short breath before locking his eyes with Howard’s. His blue gaze is almost peaceful in its resoluteness, as if there’s an element of inevitability in what he’s about to say.

“I’m here to ask for your son’s hand.”

“…with profuse thanks for the accommodations,” Obie’s voice echoes on the room, his low, monotone reading turned into a more solemn sound that it has any right to be, considering the dullness of the subject. “Lady Maryam hopes you’ll join her for dinner tonight.”

“And she will remain hoping.” Howard’s throat scratches as he speaks. He eyes the wine next to the throne, his mouth feeling dry as he sees the little drops of water dripping from the bottle. He can’t drink yet, though – there have been whispers, of course there have been, and he will not feed them so easily. He motions for Obadiah to go on, forcing himself to look away from the bottle.

His eyes dart around the large room. There’s a scribe boy next to Obadiah, taking note of his every word with unfailing precision. Jarvis is next to him, his posture very still and eyes focused, expressionless, exerting his wonderful ability of hiding in plain sight.

As Obadiah starts listing the latest shipments coming from the port, Howard feels the beginning of a headache prickling up his neck. It’s an unbearably hot evening, and even the servant girl fanning him does little to combat the heat. The velvet cushion of the throne sticks to his skin uncomfortably.

“Is that all, then?” He asks, barely bothering to hide his eagerness, as soon as Obadiah pauses to breathe.

There’s hears a noise on his side, something akin to a cough or laughter. Howard’s neck snaps as he turns.

Truth be told, he had forgotten Tony was there. One could hardly fault him for that – Tony was never present in meetings about their economic affairs, even though, according to his duty as the lord’s son, he should be.

Then again, Tony wouldn’t recognize his duty if it slapped him in the face with a horse’s carcass.

“Apologies,” Howard says, his voice cutting as his eyes land on the chair to his right. To his frank surprise, Tony is dressed properly, in a blue waistcoat with golden embroidery and blue breeches. His posture is slightly slouched, but, as he schools his features in a serious expression and looks back at Howard with curiosity, he almost looks just as a young man on his position should. Almost. “Should I put on a jester’s hat for my next joke? Would that make it more amusing to you?”

Tony’s mouth quirks as if it had a life of its own - a notion Howard certainly wouldn’t dispute - but he ducks his head, eyes staring down at his lap.

“Forgive me,” he says, voice meek. “My… my immaturity gets the best of me at times, father.”

“Indeed it does,” Howard agrees. He’s astonished by the lack of an irreverent reply; Tony has never lost one opportunity to be snippy with him.

Perhaps he’s feeling ill, Howard thinks. The thought is not strong enough to be a concern, but it still makes him strangely uncomfortable. He grasps the goblet’s stem before raising it to his lips for another sip.

To hell with the whispers, he thinks. He can do as he wants.

When he lowers his glass, he realizes all the eyes are on him, waiting for permission to continue the conversation. He barely fights back the urge to sigh.

“Are we done?” He directs the question to Obadiah, turning away from Tony entirely.

“I’m afraid not yet, my lord,” Obadiah’s voice sounds compassionate, but there’s a glimmer in his eyes that leave no doubt this is the moment he’s been waiting for all night. “The rebels sent a raven to the city walls last night. Captain Rogers has requested an audience with you.”

The last words seem to suck all air out of the room. Howard straightens his posture, forgetting for a moment his discomfort with the throne’s cushion. “They have gotten all the weapons we sent them, have they not?”

“Yes, my Lord. The Captain said it was… a different matter.”

“And he specifically asked to speak to me,” Howard says, not a question.

Obadiah nods.

Howard clenches his jaw. “We cannot afford to spare any more soldiers.”

This isn’t entirely true – Howard could, he imagines, send a few more man to meet the Captain’s forces. But that would weaken their own defenses more than he’s comfortable with. He’s already playing a large risk, allying himself to the Captain’s cause.

Some would say it was a safe bet. Through the entire kingdom, there are villagers convinced of a certain victory, already singing songs of the one who came to free them from Zola’s tyranny. But for the longest time, Howard had dismissed this possibility: rebellions come and go, and it’s foolish for a nobleman to be concerned with the legends of the common folk. Even as tales of the Captain’s prowess in battle started reaching royal feasts, for the longest time the rebels were still perceived as a momentary threat; a thorn on the king’s side and nothing more. When word got around that the king had sent Pierce’s command to handle them, most of the lords - Howard included - had assumed that would be the end of the rebellion.

Everything changed when Pierce’s men were defeated. Suddenly, the tables had turned, and any lord worth his land was scraping for leverage to negotiate with the rebels.

Of course, the Starks were a crucial piece of support for the Captain to get, if he intended to govern the North. The whole continent knew of the quality of Stark iron and the weapons they could craft. It was, then, only a matter of time until they received a messenger to negotiate an alliance. The Captain had not been present, yet according to the messenger - a stunning and terrifying red-haired woman - he had wanted to be there, except it wasn’t safe for him to veer inside the city to reach the palace.

The negotiations went smoothly, and in no time, the Starks were officially allied with the rebels, just – as the rumors said - in time for the Captain to start planning his final assault against the king’s castle.

Howard didn’t mind being late to the party. He’d leave the alliance for after the king was overthrown if he could, but Gods know that would lower his negotiation power considerably. He was left with no choice.

He is not very happy about that. Mind you, he has no love for the king – the crazy, old bastard could jump off a cliff for all Howard cares – but Zola ruled the lands for decades. With him, it was easy to know where you stood. With the Captain…

Well. That remains to be seen.

“Did he, uh,” a voice cuts through the silence, and it sounds so hesitant that it’s with quite a shock Howard realizes it’s Tony’s. “Did he say when?”

“No, my lord,” Obadiah says. Howard barely resists the urge to roll his eyes. He spoils Tony too much, not nearly as much as Maria had, true, but... “Though I assume he must be waiting for a swift reply. We don’t know how long he can stay in the outskirts—"

“I will see him tomorrow,” Howard declares, half-distracted by the wine goblet and the way its gold reflects the lights of the chandelier. “Send word for him to meet me after dinner.”

“Of course,” Obadiah replies, with a slight bow. Tony, sitting on his chair, shifts a little.

“This should be interesting,” Howard states. The wine is a bit on the sweet side for him, he decides. His eyes dart to the door, already wondering—the last bottle the Romanoffs sent, had he finished it? And if not, where had it gone? Perhaps on the last cabinet of the kitchen, the one Happy kept locked at his request…

“Meeting the Captain can’t hurt,” Obadiah agrees, running his hand over his beard. “Perhaps we can gather information on his next assault.”

“He won’t say anything,” Tony counters. “Besides, it’s not as if you will be meeting for the first time.”

Howard frowns at that, though his eyes remain at the door.

“Tony, Tony, Tony,” Obadiah says, as if he’s talking to a child. “It’s dangerous for the Captain to veer into the city. We have negotiated through a messenger. He has never been here before.”

Howard glances at Tony’s reaction. Part of him feels curious, the other part is already at the kitchen, thinking about the Romanoff’s bottle.

“I know this,” Tony says, huffing a breath. “I’m talking about…” He trails off when he catches sight of Howard looking at him. “You know what I’m talking about. You know him.”

Howard raises an eyebrow in response.

“Do I?”

“Yes,” Tony replies, and Howard feels a tinge of annoyance at the indignation that fills his expression, as if Howard has insulted him deeply. “He used to live here, years ago, as a child. Don’t you remember?” He frowns as if the possibility honestly confuses him. “He tended the stables. How could you not remember?”

A moment of stunned silence follows his question.

“Oh, yes.” Howard grins and snaps his fingers. “Of course. How could I not remember a kid who once worked on the stables ages ago? I obviously have nothing better to think about.”

The scribe lets out a muffled laugh. Howard, with a rush of self-satisfaction, waits to see Tony’s cheeks flush with shame, but instead he only seems more indignant, hands closing into fists on his lap.

“Are you jesting?” He snaps. His eyes are wide, seeming bigger than ever. He got that from Maria – big, unbearably inquiring eyes. “He set your horse for you every morning for years. And you’re saying you couldn’t even be bothered to learn his name?”

Hot anger boils in Howard’s stomach. “You might enjoy mixing up with all sorts of people, Tony,” he spits, his voice dripping with disdain, leaving no doubt as to what class of mixing he’s referring to. “But I’m a busy man, and I can’t bring myself to learn the names of every poor bastard who makes sure the horses don’t eat themselves to death.”

The flush finally appears in Tony’s cheeks, but it’s not of shame, but anger.“He’s not—” His mouth shuts with an audible click and he stands abruptly. “I should go.” He turns on his heels as quickly as possible, walking in large strides towards the door.

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megadara999 · 5 years ago

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The Crimson Gala - Chapter 3: No Hard Feelings?

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This chapter jumps between past and present via little ~~~~~ ____________________

The scent of blood was in the air. As enticing as it was Charlie had her sights set on a bigger prize than just a meal. She planned to take care of the current king. Vampire culture was much more different to humans; they lived, ate, felt and governed differently. One vampire governed all, Dracula. But only a select few ever heard from him. He was a myth, a legend, the idol of their people. It took hard work to be noticed, even harder work to gain an audience with him. Maxwell stood in her way. He was a good little lap-dog, doing everything he was told. They had been friends once, but that was almost a thousand years ago. It started with friendly intention, growing into something more and then...

~~~~~

The night was frigid, snow whirling like a ravenous swarm of insects. Charlotte could feel it through her layers of clothing. The box in her arms was beginning to weigh her down. “May I help you ma’am?” She turned to see a taller man with rounded glasses holding his arms out toward her.

“O-oh. I’m almost where I need to be. Could you perhaps open the door for me?”

“Of course. Maybe you’ll invite me in for a meal too?”

“Depends how you act mister.” He laughed and folded his arms behind his back.

“Of course.” The pair soon arrived at the tavern, the man holding the door open for her. As she walked in the door warmth greeted her, making her sigh in relief.

“Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Come inside, I’ll be sure to make get you a small something as a thank you.”

“You’re far too kind.” They stepped in and headed towards a front desk.

“Just tell them Charlie sent you for helping me. The chef will take care of things.”

“Thank you again.” She beamed and headed into the back area, away from the customers.

“Charlie! I was beginning to think you got lost in the storm!” A larger woman came her way, bringing Charlotte's smaller form into her arms. It brought a smile to Charlotte’s face and a chuckle from her throat.

“You and me both Winona, I honestly can’t believe how fierce the weather is already.”

“Not your typical November that’s for sure! Here, let me take those off your hands.” Winona took the crate from her younger sister, carrying it for her. Charlotte followed, glancing at the crowd for the night.

“It’s quite busy tonight.”

“I blame the cold. Brings in all the travellers. Good for business though!” Charlotte couldn’t help but smile in her sister’s presence, she was so much more independent and charming than her. Winona felt the exact same way about her sister however, grinning more than she had in the two days she was gone. The duo went to a workshop located at the back of the complex; the whinnying of horses coming from the stables outside. “I’m sorry to have sent you out there Charlie.”

“I told you before I left that I wanted to go! Stop apologising!”

“I know, I know! I just... I’ve not made you go on your own before. Then this damn snowstorm hits us? I should have gone.” Rolling her eyes, Charlotte headed towards the stairs that lead to her bedroom.

“I took care of myself! Besides, I got your supplies and you didn’t have to stop working. Now we’ll hopefully be able to put that little bit of extra cash towards the extension!” Winona chuckles and messily ruffles her sister’s hair before she can abscond up the staircase.

“You deserve it Charlie. Really.” She could only blush and squirm out of her sister’s grasp.

“Thanks Winona. I’m going to get changed into my attire for tonight’s little performance. I’ll come tell you about my trip after.”

“Alright. I expect to hear all the details.”

The sisters were part of the staff for an establishment called ‘Feathers and Iron’. It was a place owned by a lumberjack and his wife, but they had all become one big family. The tavern wasn’t only a place to spend the night or have a drink; it was also a place to fortify yourself. There were plenty of beasts one had to be weary of. From goblins to dire wolves, vandals to vampires. Winona was a skilled blacksmith and her craft had kept the tavern safe from attack for two years now; that and Wolfgang. He was a skilled fighter, the guardian of the town. Their little town was a safe-haven for weary travellers and families alike. The tavern was a popular spot for all kinds of people for miles.

The extension was going to be a workshop for Charlotte; a place she could practice her own craft. While Winona was fantastic with some metal and hot coals, Charlotte preferred plants and books. She hoped to become well-versed in witchcraft and perhaps even become the local apothecary. Feathers and Iron would become a key location on anyone’s map; a place to stock up on supplies and a good night’s rest.

Charlotte’s primary drive right now was entertainment. It was a way for her to practice her spells and lighten the hearts of all those who stayed the night. Every other day she would stand up on stage, looking over the visitors as they drank and ate. A few words and fire appeared out of thin air, earning a pleased gasp from all those watching.

Magic wasn’t common, at least not in humans. There were a few who were able to teach themselves and even less who were gifted with it. Charlotte was one of the lucky ones, a gift passed down through the generations, allowing her to learn without the rigorous academics usually associated with those who desired magical abilities. It warmed her heart to see people smile as she practised making rings of fire, shards of ice, crackles of electricity, turning a seed into a sprout within seconds. Occasionally another wizard or witch would approach her after and they would talk and learn from one another. She loved it when children were in the audience however, she would pour all her energy into making them smile. At the end of her performance she would thank everyone for coming to the Feathers and Iron. It was more than enough to make her happy.

Charlotte found herself lost in thought as someone tapped her on the shoulder. She jumped, turning to them. The man in rounded glasses from earlier stood behind her, a warm smile on his face.

“Sorry to disturb you ma’am but I wanted to complement your performance tonight.” A flush of heat came to her cheeks.

“Thank you, sir. Can I offer you a seat?” She gestured to the chair on the other side of the table. The man gave his thanks and sat down, glancing over the books she had on the table.

“Are you self-taught?”

“Yes. I am.”

“That’s quite spectacular. Not many people can do that.”

“It’s a gift. I’m lucky is all.”

“And I’m lucky to have been in this establishment and see you perform.” The heat deepened, causing her to fidget with her hair. “Might I ask your name?”

“It’s Charlotte. It’s a pleasure to meet you-” She cocked an eyebrow with a smile.

“William.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you William.”

~~~~~

Where was he? The wind whistled past as she soared overhead, looking for Maxwell in the light of the full-moon. Her eyes fell upon him, he had someone against a wall, wings folded, claws deep in their flesh. He was exposed, preoccupied feeding. Excellent. Her plan was simple, drug him and let him die as the morning sun rose.

No foul-play, merely a tragic accident.

Her magic no longer worked; it faded along with her blood many centuries ago. Her knowledge however... A concoction composed of rare ingredients that had the ability to trap a vampire in one of its transformations. If she administered it now, her plan wouldn’t work. No. He needed to change into something smaller; more manageable. She needed him to take his bat form, something small enough wrap her fingers around. Charlie landed next to him, dusting herself of imperfections.

“Excuse me Maxy, I had my eye on that one.” He pulled away, chuckling.

“Well I’m afraid I got to them first, I may be willing to perhaps share.”

“Such a generous King~” She gave a laugh, sauntering closer to him, eyes half-laden. Arrogant idiot. ‘King’. Most of the ruling vampires didn’t pick something so absurdly egotistical. A count, lord or governor were common. But no. He had to be a king. “It’s been a while since I last talked to you one on one. We had a short one at the last gala meeting. What was that… fifty years ago? How lucky, that you and Countess Wickerbottom were chosen to host this year’s gala together.”

"I was hoping we would get a chance to speak in private actually."

"You and me both Maxy."

~~~~~

She had been waiting for William in the cold air for quite some time now. Where was he? He said to meet her here at eight, so her she was on the dot. Maybe she was too zealous…

“Charlie! I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting!” The taller man hurried over, a thick coat of what seemed to be wolf fur.

“I was just about to go blue! What took you so long?”

“I had to ensure I wasn’t followed.”

“Such a mysterious man~” She smirked at him, the gesture usually getting a smile in response. Not this time. “What’s wrong Wil?” He seemed solemn. That couldn’t be good. With a sigh he looked over his shoulder before turning his gaze to her own.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you Charlie. I need to tell you something, but you must promise not to tell another soul.” A feeling of dread began to fill the air between them.

“Of course, Wil. I won’t tell anyone.” Charlotte had her suspicions about what this was about. There were little things about him that made her think. The way she never saw him eat in front of her, swearing he had sharp teeth, only appearing in the later hours of the day. She didn’t want to believe it though; didn’t want to believe he could be one of them.

“For starters Charlotte... My name is Maxwell, not William.” He took her hands in his, running his thumbs over her knuckles. “And I’m not human. Not anymore.” Charlotte let out a sigh, looking into his eyes.

“I was afraid you were going to say that. Please tell me you’re not a...” Her voice trailed off, not wanting to say it.

“Vampire? Yes. I’m sorry.” Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to fall against his chest, he in turn wrapped his arms around her.

“Damn it William... You shouldn’t be here... Wolfgang will kill you if he finds out.”

“I know. That’s why I felt I needed to tell you. You’re my confidant Charlie.” His hand lifted her cheek. She opened her eyes, once again looking into his. “I trust you.”

“I trust you too... It’ll be our little secret. I promise.”

“There’s a good girl.” He gave a smile, leaning closer. “I don’t want this to change things between us.”

“It won’t. Do you prefer Maxwell or William?”

“Maxwell. But keep using William for now, I don’t want you accidentally saying Maxwell.”

“Alright. William it is.”

“I have something to ask of you... It’s a big favour...”

“What?”

“I haven’t fed in days. I’ve been too worried about getting caught. Normally I would drift from town to town but I didn’t want to leave because you’re here. I don’t expect you to say yes...”The action in question didn't need to be mentioned, it was fairly clear what he wanted.

“You want to... feed... from me?” He was silent for a moment, but silence can speak volumes. She hesitated a moment before opening the top of her coat, pulling the collar of her dress away to expose her neck.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t know honestly but I want to help. So... maybe hurry before I change my mind.” With a nod he moved closer, pushing on her clothing to expose lower. Charlotte flinched as he pierced the skin near her collarbone, but a gentle hand on her cheek kept her focus. It didn’t take long for him to pull away and place his hand over the wound.

“Thank you Charlie.”

“It’s nothing... really... You’re not a monster... You don’t deserve to be treated like one...” He gave another smile, keeping her close.

“I didn’t think I could be in love with a mortal.” Heat rushed to her cheeks, a smile tugging at her lips.

“I... I’m flattered William.” He closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against hers. Charlotte was taken back at first but soon wrapped her arms around him, returning the gesture. She didn’t see why they couldn’t be happy together. She was absolutely taken by his charm and manners, he seemed genuine. She’d see how things went...

Maxwell couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. It was true, magic mortals did taste better. She was a delicacy, a rare delight. He was lucky to have her all to himself, he just had to regulate how often he fed and keep her interested in sweet little William. He couldn't allow him to grow more attached than he already had...

~~~~~

Maxwell gave Charlie a smile, moving to the side. “Perhaps we can chat over a meal?” The prey’s arm weakly twitched as Charlie approached, placing her hands on their shoulder.

“I’d love to.” The apprentice ran her tongue over the wounds Maxwell had left on its neck, maintaining eye contact with him.

“I see Wicker is teaching you well.”

“What can I say, I’ve always been gifted.” He chuckled, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Indeed you have Charlie.” The pair feed upon the increasingly limp prey. She decided to make her move, taking the concoction in her mouth as she turned her head away from him, mixing it with the prey’s blood. She then made quick work, manipulating her body language and meeting his eyes, allowing her hand to slip on top of his, faces moving closer. The prey fell, forgotten, unneeded. It was easy to get the first kiss started, exchanging the fluid in her mouth for his tongue as she clung to him. Seems he was just as lustful as ever.

Maxwell pulled away, suspicious of her activity. The last time they had been alone was under... unpleasant circumstances on her side. “What are you attempting to gain out of this Charlie?” She slipped her hand from his shoulder to his chest.

“Nothing Maxy. I’ve waited a thousand years to finally see you again. I missed you.”

“You’ve had centuries to approach me.”

“I had no idea whether you’ve been dead or alive. For all I know you were killed by hunters. I’ve only been an apprentice for a handful of centuries. Only now am I allowed to participate in gala arrangements!” He was still weary, but couldn’t deny his fondness for her. She was the most attractive human he’d come across in his time on Earth. A combination of body, personality, taste and gumption had drawn him in. He was distraught when he couldn’t stay with her; alas he didn’t have the authority to turn her and wished to continue rising in the ranks. He had to let her go.

“You’re not mad at me?”

“I’ve had centuries to get over it, I’ve moved on. Well.. Not entirely... I can’t forget the magical time we spent together before you left.”

“Why not at the gala meeting? Why now?”

“I didn’t know how to feel at first Maxy. Now I do.” She pressed their bodies together, letting her wings rest on his waist. “Come with me. Let’s leave the hunt to the rest of your faction. I would much rather speak to you in private. We can catch up.”

“Can it not wait until after my dear?”

“Women are fickle Maxy~ I might change my mind~ Lets sneak away while whimsy is still in the air!~” She shrunk, down allowing her wings and fur to consume her form. Within moments she was a fraction of her size, beating her wings hard to keep elevated. Making her way towards the sky she checked to ensure he was following her. A feeling of pure ecstasy flooded her system as another bat approached her, Maxwell no longer standing below. This was it! Centuries of planning, locating, experimenting and waiting, all coming together on this absolutely gorgeous night.

~~~~~

He couldn’t bring himself to do it, to tell her he had to move on. He’d grown closer to her as they spent more time together. It was just a feeding thing at first, but Maxwell soon found himself feeling for the mortal woman. It would be easier for her just to fear him. So... he did what he had to.

A spring storm had come through, thunder rumbling loudly throughout the night. Maxwell made his way through the building from Charlie’s room. The strongman was his biggest threat, so it was only natural he would be the one to turn. His snores could be heard from the hall, rivalling the thunder outside. He would have to be quick or the man would alert the others before turning. Maxwell bit into the man’s neck, causing him to jolt awake. There was a shout, silenced by leathery wings in his mouth. Crimson splattered onto the bed, a fist connecting with the side of Maxwell’s head. The dazed vampire dodged another oncoming attack, lightning highlighting the terror in the mortal’s eyes. He lunged again, the larger man hitting the ground with a heavy thump. Maxwell did his best to drain some blood, making room for his own and weakening the man’s retaliation. Taking his own hand, Maxwell ran it along his fangs, a deep wound across the palm. He then pressed his would against the mortal’s mouth, forcing it down their throat. After a few moments the struggle was over and the transformation started. Maxwell allowed his wings to fold neatly behind him as the man convulsed, fur and leather covering his one human form. The ghoul rose from the ground, a beastly face in its wake. “You’re to scare Charlotte. Not harm her. Do you understand?” The beast snarled.

“Others”

“Expendable.”

Charlotte awake to the sound of screaming; she looked for William. He was gone. There’s no way he would... She threw off the sheets, forming a small flame in her hand to see. “William?!” Stepping out into the hall she hesitated, there was noise coming from the visitor’s wing. (Horrible, horrible noise.) Winona suddenly burst from her room across from hers, panic in her eyes.

“Stay here Charlie. I’ll find out what’s going on.” She ran down the hall, a blade in hand. No way she was letting Winona go by herself! Charlotte ran after her sister, only coming to a stop when they reached the rooms. A hulking beast stood in the hallway, its figure hardly standing straight, wings half-folded. It turned to face them, bat-faced, blood dripping from its maw. Half a torso lay on the ground...

Winona was frozen, trying to assess her odds. She needed help; this wasn’t something she could take on her own. How did one of the turned get into city limits? They had knights for this reason! It screeched at them, causing Charlotte to cover her ears, the small flame going out. Winona pushed her sister back without thinking, heading back the way they came. The ghoul thundered right behind them, heavy footsteps falling closer and closer. It screamed as something collided with its back. A moment to think. “Charlotte! There's a silver spear in the workshop. I want you to get it, lock the doors and stay put. Do you hear me?”

“I’m not going to leave you here! I can help!”

“Charlie!”

“Winona!” There was determination in her little sister’s eyes. She would rather die than see her sister hurt but she was right. She was gifted. Maybe they could at least scare it off. Winona turned to see the owner of the establishment brandishing an axe against the ghoul in the dining room. Now or never she supposed. With a nod they headed back towards the beast. Winona drove her short sword into its thigh, its hand swinging around and winding her. Turning, it bared its teeth. Charlotte pushed the air in front of her, small shards of ice flying forward and embedding into its torso. As it turned to her the owner, Woodie, hacked at it with his axe again. An ear-piercing screech sounded out, the creature outstretching its wings. Charlotte launched another volley of ice at it, this time the shards blown out of their trajectory by a beat of its wings. Winona dove for her sword, pulling it out of the creature’s leg and this time slashing the blade at it. The leathery wings came up, a large hole appearing in the webbing, beast unphased. Its hand swung around, grabbing Winona by the arm and throwing her into Woodie. Fire. They needed fire. Focusing Charlotte summoned a volley of flames this time, casting it at the beast.

“You cannot defeat the mighty Wolfgang!” Again, its wings came up and took the damage for him. Charlotte couldn’t believe her ears. Did it just say Wolfgang? Their Wolfgang?

Suddenly Winona was grabbing Charlotte and pulling her to the door, Woodie screaming at the creature. Once in the street Winona looked to the sky, then she continued pulling her sister towards the barracks.

“Winona! We can’t run! Woodie is in there!”

“Charlie! We’re not going to fight him! We’re going to let the knights do their job!”

“But Wolfgang-”

“But nothing Charlie! Wolfgang is gone! Do you know what’s happened here?! Your damn naivety did!”

“Hey!”

“No! I told you that guy was bad news! You can’t trust vampires!”

“You don’t know it was him!”

“I should have just said no. Told you, you can’t see him. This is my own damn fault.”

“We can find him and ask him if he did it!”

“Who else would have Charlie?! What other vampire have we invited into our lives?!”

“H-he wouldn’t have.”

“He’s a vampire! You’re lucky you’re not dead! You let him bite you!”

“He didn’t want to hurt anyone!”

“Look at what he’s done!”

“It wasn’t him!” A whistle sounded out, the sisters both turning their attention to its source. William stood on the roof of the tavern, pointing at them. Wolfgang burst through the door, wood splintering under the pressure. Dark red streamed from wounds all over his body, he glanced at his master and then to the sisters. The hulking beast ran at them, Winona grabbed her sister, pulling her away yet again. “WILLIAM!” Tears formed in her eyes. He couldn’t have. She trusted him.

Winona’s leg came out from underneath her, causing the sisters both to topple over. Charlotte could only watch as Wolfgang dragged her sister towards him by her leg, plunging their teeth into her waist. Winona screamed and so did Charlotte. It shook its head violently, as a wolf would do to tear flesh from bone. The younger sister stood, running at the beast and muttering an enchantment, a ball of fire hitting it in the face. Her dress tore as she skidded to a halt on her knees, muttering another spell. This time thick vines erupted from the earth to surround them. Wolfgang wailed, pounding on the roots. Blood soaked into Charlotte’s clothing as she scooped her sister up in her arms, deep teeth marks streaked across her side.

“I... I’m sorry for yelling at you Charlie.”

“No, no. You were right. I was stupid.”

“Nah... you’re... you’re the clever one out of us.” Winona hissed in pain, breathing becoming more and more laboured.

“Hang on Winona. I... I’ll fix you up... okay? Just hold on.” There was a scream from somewhere in the street, moments later the church bell could be heard. Maxwell took this as his cue to leave; that was more than enough to ensure Charlie would never seek him again. “The knights are coming Winona. You’re going to be okay.”

“Don’t put these vines down... until... until you know... its dead.” Wolfgang’s claws were beginning to tear through the roots as a crossbow bolt hit him in the shoulder. He let out a screech and beat his wings, unable to lift himself off the ground as the membranes were littered with tears. Another bolt tore through the air, impacting on the ghoul's chest. Charlotte clung to her sister, putting her hand over the wound, muttering a spell to cauterise the bite marks. She could hear the scuffle outside their little nest, the rattle of knight armour, the cries of their former friend. It didn’t take too long before the sounds stopped and someone told her it was okay to lower the vines. Her legs were too shaky to stand. Exhausted and in shock she cried out to the knights to get the town healer. Winona put her arm around her younger sister, telling her how much she loved her. Charlotte told her to tell her once she was better, to hang on just a little longer.

She didn’t survive to see the sunrise.

#megadara999 writes #AO3 #ds #vampire wilson #Vampire AU #Don't Starve #dont starve #Wilson #Willow #Maxwell #Charlie #Most of the cast is here #TheCG #Chapter 3

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sunken-standard · 5 years ago

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So I started to fill out the form for Fandom Trumps Hate, but like... everything is different than when I did auctions 8 years ago. You can only pick 3 fandoms or you have to commit to *any* fandom; there are a lot of really small fandoms I would dip into but I wouldn’t want to be locked into having to do like MCU or pro wrestling rpf, y’know? Used to be you could just do a list of fandoms and/ or specific pairings and that was that.

Anyway, I don’t know if I could even write a thing for fun, let alone if it’s an obligation. I want to, and I thought maybe having a reason would get me motivated again, but maybe not. It might make my anxiety worse (I mean, it’s not like it ever gets better, but...). I’ll let people down. Or I’ll put out shitty work just to get something done. It’s probably not a good position to put myself in. I defaulted on one auction in like 2012 and I still feel really guilty about it (it was for a johnlock fic, but I’d started falling out of love with them by that point and even though I had the plot, I didn’t have the emotion and that’s what killed it).

Then, while I was writing out my lists of what I will and won’t do, I just kept thinking about the tumblr police and how I’d lose followers and get hate if I wrote incest or underage or pee porn, and I really hate that I even think that way now. Back in the good old days, I wanted to push those limits and go dark because I wasn’t afraid of social repercussions.

I thought about putting myself up for a beta position, but I don’t think I want to go through that hell. I’ve done beta reading for people who have a good grasp of both the source material and the English language, and I’ve done beta reading for people who do not. When you’re reading something you really don’t enjoy, it’s not good for anybody--beta reader, writer, and future audience. I’ve had beta readers in the past who obviously didn’t like me or my reading of the source material (I’ll never forget one person who told me “Mrs. Hudson isn’t that bloodthirsty” in response to some line I had about her being happy her husband got the chair or something like that; canon proved them really wrong and I regret listening to them and all their shitty suggestions but live and learn) I can’t really offer SPAG because I don’t care enough about details to remember actual rules.

There’s also an option for original work. That kind of interests me; it might be easier to write a thing if someone gave me a prompt, or even if I just told them to pick two actors (or two people in any format, whatever, some kind of visual reference), a setting, and a position and I could bang out some porn. Or some kind of fluffy meet-cute. Or a cathartic breakup. Basically the good part of a bigger story that I’d be too lazy to actually write all the filler for.

I’ll sleep on it, I guess. I mean, there’s no guarantee that even if I put my name in I’ll get any bids.

#i want to write again #but my brain's still tired and sad #i think i just want the attention again #i've wilted from lack of novel praise #(even though i still get comments and kudos on old works and i love them #i want to do something thrilling again #a new thing to make people excited and to make me excited)

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smilingformoney · 6 years ago

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America’s Most Eligible 2 Diamond Scene: Dream Suite with Mackenzie

You tighten your grip on the key and go in search of Mackenzie. You catch up to her in the kitchen. You: Going my way? Mackenzie: Depends. Where are you going? You: To the Dream Suite. A slow smile spreads across Mackenzie’s face, and her eyes sparkle. Mackenzie: Lead on then. You take her hand in yours, and the two of you sneak off to the Dream Suite.

You lead Mackenzie down the hallway. Turning the key in the correct door, you walk into a luxuriously-appointed suite. You: Wow, Carson spared no expense. Mackenzie: Yeah, I really don’t want to think about Carson right now. Mackenzie shuts the door with a soft click, and in the next moment throws her arms around you and kisses you passionately, and a little breathlessly.

You: Wow, Mackenzie… -You don’t waste much time.

Mackenzie: I’ve wanted to do this all day. You can’t blame me for being a little impatient. You: Impatient? But anticipation’s part of the fun… You take Mackenzie’s hand in yours and press a kiss into her palm, gently nipping the sensitive skin of her wrist. Mackenzie’s breathing quickens.

-That was supposed to be my move.

Mackenzie: Too slow on the draw, Jamie. You: Oh yeah? You push forward until the both of you come up against the door. Pressing her wrists against the wood you return her kiss measure for measure. You can feel her pulse quicken beneath your hands.

Mackenzie: Now that’s more like it. A mischievous smile lights up Mackenzie’s face and as she takes your lower lip between her teeth, a delicious shiver runs down your back. Mackenzie: Feeling a little chilly, are we? You: Well, we did just spend the better part of the day surrounded by glaciers and ice. Mackenzie: I can think of some ways to heat things up. You: So can I.

You: Let’s warm up by… -Taking our clothes off. Mackenzie +2

Mackenzie: And that’s supposed to warm us up? I’m going to need you to demonstrate that science. With a sultry smile, you tease off your clothing with an aching slowness as you sway from side to side. A button here, a zipper there, revealing a bit more skin each time. Mackenzie: Jamie… wow… You: Is it working? Mackenzie: I’m definitely feeling a little hot under the collar. Maybe even too hot. You: You’re still wearing a collar? That’s your first mistake. Laughing, Mackenzie reaches down and sheds her clothes with remarkable speed. Mackenzie: I feel better already. Stripping down is the answer to everything. You: Aren’t I always saying that? You pull her closer until you’re skin to skin.

-Dancing together. Mackenzie +2

Mackenzie: Are you planning to let me lead? You: Have you ever done anything else? Mackenzie pulls you flush against her, her hands roaming down your back as she starts to sway sensuously from side to side. Mackenzie: Good answer. Digging her nails into your back, Mackenzie captures your mouth with hers as you continue to dance to a song only the two of you can hear.

You: Hot enough, Mackenzie? With an avid grin, Mackenzie slips out of your grasp and folds back the covers of the sumptuous four-poster bed. Mackenzie lies back against the cushions and stretches like a cat before crooking her finger at you. Mackenzie +2 Mackenzie: You tell me. You quickly slip under the sheets with her. Mackenzie: Looks like you’ve got me right where you want me.

You: I want to… -Drive you wild!

Mackenzie: I was hoping you’d say that. She moves to sit up, but you capture her mouth in a kiss. You feather more kisses along her jawline and throat as you slowly lower her back down. You: I think I’d like to lead this time. You pin her wrists above her head with one hand. Mackenzie: Mmmmm… You can certainly try. You nip at the tender skin of her shoulder, and Mackenzie shudders, flexing against your grip. Mackenzie: Try harder. You kiss her greedily, dragging your free hand down to where your bodies meet. Mackenzie: Jamie… yes… As your rhythm increases, Mackenzie begins to shake beneath you. Mackenzie: N-no fair… if I can’t touch you too… The moment you release her wrists, she hooks a leg over your hip and flips you over. You: Oh! Mackenzie: You didn’t think I was just going to take it lying down, did you? You: Silly me. Mackenzie kisses you, slowly stroking into your mouth, as she rocks against your hand. You: Mackenzie… Mackenzie: Relax, Jamie. We’re in this together. I’m not leaving you behind. She slowly snakes a hand between the two of you, and it’s your turn to tremble. Mackenzie: That’s it, Jamie… keep up with me… just like that… You strive to match Mackenzie pace for pace, and soon the two of you are quaking as pleasure rises up to overtake you…

-Cozy up with you.

Mackenzie: Sounds good to me. You pull the heavy coverlet up to your necks as Mackenzie sinks into your arms with a sigh. Her lavender-scented perfume tickles your nose. Mackenzie: On days like this, just taking a few minutes to pause and soak in the warmth feels so decadent. You: There’s a reason it’s called the Dream Suite and not the Reality Suite. Mackenzie laughs. You can feel her breaths flutter against your chest. Mackenzie: Honestly, every moment I get to spend alone with you feels like a luxury. Like a treat. You: You mean I’m a ‘snacc’? Mackenzie elbows you good-naturedly. Mackenzie: You know what I mean. Laughing, you pull her closer, and the two of you snuggle together under the warm duvet…

You stir from your doze a few minutes later as Mackenzie cradles her head on your shoulder. You: Thinking about something? Mackenzie: You might think this is a little weird, but I was thinking about partnerships. You: What? You mean, like on the show? Mackenzie nods.

-If Mackenzie is your partner

Mackenzie: Since you used your Audience Vote to bring us together into the dream team, I’ve had some time to think about it.

-If Mackenzie is not your partner

Mackenzie: Since you used your Audience Vote to settle the matter once and for all, I’ve had some time to think about it.

Mackenzie: Partnering people up might have been Carson’s best idea. You: Really? His best? Mackenzie: I’m talking about the idea itself, not Carson’s shoddy execution. Mackenzie: So many reality shows are designed to pit everyone against each other. ‘Trust no one’ is the rule. Mackenzie: But pairing people up, forcing them to get to know each other, rewarding teamwork, that changes the whole dynamic. You: I can see that. At the end of the day, you have to trust your partner, at least to some extent, if you don’t want to be Eliminated. Mackenzie: And I thought that would be the hardest part. But, barring by time with the Snake Who Shall Not Be Named, I worked really well with my partners.

You: That’s because… -You’ve always had confidence in yourself. Mackenzie +2

You: It’s easier to trust other people when you’re able to trust yourself. And you’ve never had a problem with that. Mackenzie: Why would I? I’m awesome. You: I mean it, Mackenzie. You can handle anything. Even being paired with Vi-- Mackenzie: Ah-ah-ah! You: Sorry. I mean, even being paired with the Snake Who Shall Not Be Named.

-You’ve grown since last season. Mackenzie +2

You: Remember the volleyball Challenge? Mackenzie: It still makes me cringe. I thought I could win the whole game by myself, and because of that, we almost lost. You: But you’re not that Mackenzie anymore. The way you worked with Adam and Derek kept everyone on their toes. Mackenzie: Yeah, but they’re not exactly hard to work with. You: Last season’s Mackenzie wouldn’t have admitted that, either.

Mackenzie: I was always worried that being on this show would change me. But I never imagined those changes might be for the better. Mackenzie: Actually, no. AME didn’t change me. You did.

-If you’re not dating Mackenzie

You: So I’ve rubbed off on you after all? Mackenzie: Phrasing. You: Yeesh, I walked right into that one. Eloise: What can I say? You’re a good influence on me. You’re a good person to have in my corner, Jamie.

-If you’re dating Mackenzie

Mackenzie clasps your chin in her fingers and draws you in for a kiss. Mackenzie: You challenge me every day, Jamie. To be stronger. To play smarter. To take risks. Mackenzie: You remind me what it means to be brave, Jamie, what it means to care about something bigger than myself. Mackenzie: I love the woman I am when I’m around you. And… Mackenzie: I love you, Jamie. You: You really like saying that, don’t you? Mackenzie: Shut up, you love it. You: Not as much as I love you. Mackenzie: Excuse you, I’m trying to have a moment here.

You: Come here, you. After a few more minutes of snuggling, you reluctantly sit up. You: I think we better head out in case Carson decides to give up the siege. We can’t exactly set a watch by his moods. Mackenzie: Fair point. The two of you quickly get dressed and leave the Dream Suite behind.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices ame #choices america’s most eligible #america's most eligible

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