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tigerkirby215 · 4 years ago

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5e Samira, the Desert Rose build (League of Legends)

(Artwork by Jessica 'OwleyCat' Oyhenart. Made for Riot Games.)

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Still fucking hate this champ but her theme still slaps.

The eternal joke of me putting off making a build for Samira is finally over, though ironically enough my distain for this champ has only grown overtime. Jesus fucking Christ Rito can you nerf this champ’s goddamn damage? Like nerfing her lifesteal is nice and all but it doesn’t mean shit when my dumbfuck teammates picked 4 assassins into her and I’m the only one who can CC her as a Lulu.

Ah well: Samira still definitely fills a fantasy everyone wants, being a badass with sword and gun styling on the competition. Devil May Cry? Yeah I suppose Samira would be pretty good in a campaign against Fiends.

GOALS

You want style? You've found her - Smile, Sweet, Sister, Sadistic; we’ll need to Surprise the Service with Style to Spare. Sssssssssssssssssamira.

Eyes up! - We’ll need to be everywhere at once, dashing and dancing around the battlefield so no one can lock us down.

Showtime! - When push comes to shove it’s time to speeeeeeeeeen~

RACE

Samira is human no matter what the meta might dictate, and for once in my life I actually want something particular from Variant Human. But firstly: you can increase two Ability Scores of your choice by 1: increase both Dexterity and Wisdom for sharp sight and sharper shots. You also get a skill of your choice and a language of your pleasing. For your skill take Slight of Hand for flips and other gun tricks, and for your language Infernal will be good for your Inferno Trigger.

Again: we came to Variant Human land for a Feat because two guns are better than one. The Crossbow Expert Feat will give you a variety of benefits: no need to reload (or at least the ability to ignore the Loading property), no disadvantage in melee range... But most importantly if you fire a Hand Crossbow (which will be working as our handgun in this build) you can fire it again as a Bonus Action! "Well! Look at you."

ABILITY SCORES

15; DEXTERITY - Dexterity is tied to both shooting and backflips.

14; CHARISMA - Who needs a military license when you’ve got style?

13; WISDOM - Wisdom measures how in-tune you are with the world around you, and you need heightened senses not to die doing stupid shit.

12; CONSTITUTION - Most of Samira’s sustain comes from Lifesteal but we won’t really be able to get lifesteal, so just focus on not dying really.

10; STRENGTH - It takes a lot of upper body strength to do the stuff that Samira does but Riot isn’t about to make another Illaoi.

8; INTELLIGENCE - Your primary goal is to do things as recklessly and dangerously as possible... “for the Vine” as the kids say. Vine shut down ages ago!

BACKGROUND

Samira is a mercenary. I wonder if there’s a background for that... hey look at that Mercenary Veteran in the Sword Coast Adventurer’s Guide! You get proficiency in Athletics and Persuasion as well as Ground Vehicles and a gaming set of your choice. But of course the main benefit of being a mercenary is the Mercenary Life. You can easily identify other mercenaries and know bits and pieces of their lives. You can also easily find work by hanging around taverns and such until Captain Indari passes on some info to you.

(Artwork made for Riot Games)

THE BUILD

LEVEL 1 - ROGUE 1

Starting off as a Rogue because I like skill proficiencies! Skills like Acrobatics, Perception, Insight, and Performance; you were a street performer once! You also get Expertise in two of those skills: Acrobatics and Athletics are necessary to be everywhere at once.

You can chat in Noxian military code thanks to Thieves’ Cant, but c’mon that’s not what we’re here for. We’re here for Sneak Attack! If an enemy is distracted or you have advantage you can stick a d6 where the sun don’t shine!

LEVEL 2 - ROGUE 2

Second level Rogues get Cunning Action, letting them Dash, Disengage, or Hide as a Bonus Action. Dance around the battlefield like an Olympic gymnast... does Runeterra have the Olympics?

LEVEL 3 - ROGUE 3

Third level Rogues get to choose their Roguish Archetype: to be the queen of style and also make people think you’re from Bilgewater (yeah I get it; it’s because of the eyepatch) look no further than the Swashbuckler subclass. Swashbucklers get two abilities at level 1 but honestly it’s more like three abilities: Rakish Audacity will let you add your Charisma modifier to initiative rolls so you can get into fights fast, and will also let you Sneak Attack anyone who’s beside you. I’d consider it less like you sneak attacking them and more like you slashing them with your sword. Oh and speaking of Sneak Attack? That increases to 2d6 now.

Speaking of sword slashing: Fancy Footwork is the mobile feat! Well, it makes it so that after you try to make a melee attack against an enemy you can move away without provoking opportunity attacks. It’s a little weird to run around with a sword in one hand and a gun in the other but you can easily slash at someone before backflipping away and running off to shoot them next turn!

(Artwork by @Aruneeko on Twitter)

LEVEL 4 - BARD 1

You didn’t think we’d be settling for just one class, did you? It’s time to go Bard; the masters of style! Bards get another skill proficiency at level 1 because why not be good at everything? Grab Medicine proficiency because it’s good to know how to bandage yourself up when living a dangerous lifestyle. “On my worst behavior." You also get a musical instrument and you know that I’ll always opt for good ol’ Noxian War Drums.

Bards get Bardic Inspiration, letting them show off their awesomeness so that awesomeness radiates onto their allies to give them a d6 to attack rolls, ability checks, and saving throws. You’ve got a number of these equal to your Charisma modifier, and regain them at the end of a Long Rest. For now, at least.

And of course while you may be all guns your style makes it look like Spellcasting... because it is. Bards get 2 cantrips and 4 spells at level 1:

CANTRIPS

Prestidigitation will let you put all the visual flair you could want on your moves, and more!

If you wanna walk the walk you’ve gotta talk the talk, and Vicious Mockery will let you talk smack so hard they can’t hit back! "Keep the change; you're gonna need it."

SPELLS

Magic is usually dangerous, and danger is usually fun! Take Detect Magic to see where that danger may be!

If you need some space in a pinch Thunderwave will give yourself some peel.

Steel yourself to do something crazy with Heroism, which will also give you a bit of a shield to do so!

You are still technically working for Noxus so it would be good to Identify anything important... or valuable... For safe keeping of course!

LEVEL 5 - BARD 2

Second level Bards truly are good at everything thanks to Jack of All Trades, letting you add half your proficiency bonus to any skill you don’t have proficiency in. You probably noticed that we already have proficiency in a silly amount of skills but I’m not going to say no to MORE!

After dangerous stunts it’s good to cool off with a Song of Rest, letting you help your crew with a d6 of healing during short rests to bandage up those wounds.

And of course: more spells! Faerie Fire will let you light ‘em up to get advantage, which will make it easier to sneak attack!

LEVEL 6 - BARD 3

Third level Bards get Expertise in two more skills: Perception will help you spot danger and Medicine will help you after dealing with danger.

But of course what we’re mainly here for is your Bardic College and in order to be too cool for school go for the College of Swords. You get some Bonus Proficiencies that don’t really matter but what does matter is you can use your sword to cast spells instead of a drum! Additionally you get a choice of Fighting Style and Dueling will make your sword swings do more damage if you swing it with one hand. I guess it’s worth mentioning that while a rapier would do the most damage a scimitar is the only finesse weapon that does slashing? (Excluding whips.)

But the main feature we’re here for is Blade Flourish which despite the name does also work with your hand crossbows. When you attack your movement speed increases by 10 feet as you charge up that Daredevil Impulse. If you hit with your shot however you can make a Blade Flourish (which again works with your hand crossbows?) of your choice from the following list:

Defensive Flourish does extra damage and also increases your AC as you dodge incoming projectiles.

Slashing Flourish will let you cleave with your sword (and just your sword because it only works on nearby enemies.)

Mobile Flourish will let you chase after a fleeing foe... after pushing them. But after shoving them into danger you can use your reaction to dive right in!

You can only use one Blade Flourish per turn which will matter later. As for what will matter now? Second level spells! Enhance Ability will help you give 110%!

LEVEL 7 - BARD 4

Heeey it’s about time we got an Ability Score Improvement! Our Dexterity has been lacking and you need that to fire straight!

Word of advice: if you know you aren’t going to level 20 feel free to get 4 levels in Rogue for the sake of the ASI.

You also get another spell, and another cantrip! For your cantrip Message is always good for keeping in team chat. For leveled spells Warding Wind does let you deflect nearby projectiles so...

LEVEL 8 - BARD 5

5th level Bards get Font of Inspiration so their Bardic Inspiration die come back on a Short Rest, which is good because said Bardic Inspiration die also increases to a d8! Oh and when I say “Bardic Inspiration” I actually mean your Blade Flourish die. "If you can't keep up don't step up. I don't have time for fools."

And now third level spells are up on the table, but they all suck so take Mirror Image from the second level instead, which was added to the Bard spell list thanks to Tasha’s Cauldron of Everything!

(Artwork by GaMu-ChAn on DeviantArt)

LEVEL 9 - RANGER 1

Three way multiclass? Don’t mind if I do! You get an extra skill proficiency by multiclassing into Ranger, because why not. Take Survival because you’re clearly damn good at it since you’re still alive.

Rangers get Deft Explorer at level 1 because Natural Explorer sucks and Tasha’s made Ranger a good class! Canny lets you learn two languages (honestly just pick your poison) and get Expertise in another skill, because lord knows we don’t have enough of those. I know we just got Survival proficiency, but it’s good to be good at not dying! (As well as finding food.)

You also get Favored Foe at first level, because Favored Enemy smells. If you shoot someone you can legally-not-Hunter’s Mark them so they take a d4 of extra damage once per turn when you shoot them. You concentrate on it like a spell and it works a lot like the Hunter’s Mark spell but you have a limited number of uses equal to your proficiency bonus, instead of using your spell slots.

LEVEL 10 - RANGER 2

Heeey more Fighting Styles! You already improved your sword swings so take Archery for +2 to ranged attack rolls to ensure that you hit your shots.

Rangers also get Spellcasting, only this spellcasting works with your Wisdom instead of your Charisma! You learn two spells from the Ranger list: Jump will let you do some hardcore parkour because the Ranger spell list sucks and I’ve got nothing else to give you, and Cure Wounds will allow Samira to have some healing... as a treat.

LEVEL 11 - RANGER 3

Third level Rangers can choose their archetype and Hunters are masters at taking down their foes. You can choose a way to take down your Hunter’s Prey. Colossus Slayer is a fairly simple affair: if you shoot (or stab) someone who’s already hurt they take an extra d8 of damage. Though you can only apply that extra d8 once per turn.

You also learn another spell: Longstrider will help you move thanks to that Daredevil Impulse. 10 feet may not seem like much but remember that you get an extra 10 feet thanks to Blade Flourish and can dash to turn 50 feet into 100 feet of movement!

Oh and I also completely forgot about Primal Awareness, which replaces Primeval Awareness. You can Speak with Animals once per day! Maybe not in character, but it helps if you have a Yuumi!

LEVEL 12 - RANGER 4

4th level Rangers get an Ability Score Improvement: time to finally cap that Dexterity score for the most precise shots and deadly cuts possible!

(Artwork by Jennifer Wuestling. Made for Riot Games.)

LEVEL 13 - RANGER 5

Total level 13 isn’t too late to get an Extra Attack, right? Well you can shoot twice now and mix some more Flair into your combos.

You can also learn second level spells now like Aid (ty Tasha’s) to let that adrenaline kick in so you feel no pain. Primal Awareness also gives you Beast Sense for a bit of covert Psy Ops.

LEVEL 14 - RANGER 6

6th level Rangers get Roving from Deft Explorer for 5 extra feet of movement along with a climbing speed and a swimming speed! Reminder that in combination with both Longstrider and Blade Flourish that increases to a whopping 55 movement speed, which means that you can Dash as a Bonus Action to move 110 feet in a turn! "Danger runs from me." Your Favored Foe mark also increases to a d6 of damage.

LEVEL 15 - RANGER 7

7th level Hunters learn some Defensive Tactics: while perhaps not the most useful since you have Heroism and all you’ve certainly got a Steel Will, giving you advantage against being frightened. “Death isn't the scariest thing; it's a mother's rage."

You can also learn another spell: Lesser Restoration can be helpful in a pinch if someone’s trying to slow you down. Or at least if they’re trying to blind, deafen, poison, or paralyze you.

LEVEL 16 - RANGER 8

8th level of Ranger means another Ability Score Improvement: Charisma means higher initiative rolls as well as more Blade Flourishes. Simply put Wisdom can’t beat style!

Oh yeah and you also get Land’s Stride to move through non-magical difficult terrain and plants without slowing down, and for advantage against magic plants. I legit forgot this was even a thing before seeing it on the character sheet.

(Artwork by dominaART on DeviantArt)

LEVEL 17 - RANGER 9

9th level Rangers get 3rd level spells like Conjure Barrage for some bullet rain; "My kind of rain!" Basically you shoot a bunch of bullets in a big cone, because Rangers get this instead of Fireball. Honestly something like Elemental Weapon (ty Tasha’s) would probably be better but we’re still sticking to flavor.

Oh and you can Speak with Plants thanks to Primal Awareness? Honestly these extra spells don’t fit at all but Primeval Awareness sucks. I’m literally adding these extra spells to the build last second.

LEVEL 18 - RANGER 10

10th level Rangers get Tireless from Deft Explorer. As an action, you can give yourself a Shieldbow shield for 1d8 + your Wisdom modifier in Temporary Hitpoints. You can do this a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest. Additionally: whenever you finish a short rest, your exhaustion level is decreased by 1. Because danger doesn’t wait!

You also get Nature’s Veil because even if Vanish fits Samira better it still freaking sucks. Basically you can play around with Duskblade to turn invisible as a Bonus Action until the end of your next turn. You can use this feature a number of times equal to your proficiency bonus, and you regain all expended uses when you finish a long rest.

LEVEL 19 - RANGER 11

11th level Hunters can finally spin around and hit everyone around them. Whirlwind Attack will let you make a melee attack against any enemy within 5 feet of you (with a separate attack roll for each target.) This is best used when surrounded (obviously) because unlike Samira’s ultimate in League it doesn’t do much extra damage, and you’re better off just stabbing them twice if you want DPS in a 1v1.

You also get your final spell known: take Wind Wall because you have an AoE Wind Wall and I thought it would be funny to steal directly from mister 0/10 powerspike himself. But really get whatever spell you think will be useful.

LEVEL 20 - RANGER 12

Full disclosure: feel free to go for 4 levels in Rogue if you know you aren’t going to hit level 20. I only went for Ranger level 12 because the hit die is bigger.

One last ability score improvement to top the build off: Charisma is still used for a lot of abilities, so increase that because who needs common sense when you’ve got blade flourishes!

FINAL BUILD

PROS

Came all this way to die? - You have many a way to bump up the damage. With 2d6 on a sneak attack, an extra d6 from Favored Foe, a d8 from Blade Flourishes, and a d8 from Colossus Slayer that means that on average you can do about 20 extra damage every turn. That’s definitely nothing to sneeze at!

Finally some action! - Have you ever had +12 to initiative? Would you like to? You are incredibly mobile for a girl who didn’t bring Flash (IE Misty Step) with tons of ways to increase your movement speed and the ability to Dash every turn as a Bonus Action.

This took years of practice... for everyone else - It was not my intention but wow you’re quite the little skill monkey. Two expertise skills from Rogue, another 2 from Bard, and one more from Deft Explorer. Not to mention Jack of All Trades in what few skills you aren’t proficient in to make sure you can do just about anything.

CONS

Oh... I really gotta check these more often - Your spellcasting really isn’t fantastic. We invested almost everything into Charisma but we have very few Bard spells. While I did my best to avoid Ranger spells that forced saving throws there are still some that suffer due to your relatively low Wisdom score... Oh yeah you also have 6th level spell slots but your known spells don’t go past level 3. At least that means you can buff the party with Aid!

I feel most alive when I'm walking the line - As great as your skill checks are your saving throws are quite lacking. Your Dexterity is nice but that’s about it; all your other saves range from average (+5) to bad (+0) Notably your Constitution saves are a mere +1, which means you won’t keep concentration up for long if you play recklessly.

Well-behaved women don't make it - There are a lot of features I took more for flavor then actual utility. For a start Hunter is a rather meh multiclass. This might be one of the times “just play a Fighter with a bow” applies as a subclass like Battlemaster would’ve likely been a better choice, and honestly going down full Swords Bard would’ve given you far more utility overall. There were benefits from Ranger levels but they were lost in the multiclassing MADness.

But you prove that modern-day killers really must hate fun; more often people can’t get style rockin' knives and guns. You don’t need no fancy magic or divine ascension to be a badass: gun ‘em down and cut through whatever remains to show that S stands for Samira and Samira alone... As long as she isn’t permabanned.

(Artwork by @Yangyexin on Twitter)

#dnd #dnd build #dnd guide #DnD 5e #League of Legends #League of Legends Samira #Samira LoL #dnd rogue #dnd bard #dnd ranger #Devil May Cry #S #fuck this shitty champ #Rito plz remove her #holy shit #now she's ruining my TfT too

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yumeka36 · 4 years ago

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The Frozen 2 prequel novel, “Dangerous Secrets: The Story of Iduna and Agnarr,” is scheduled to release on November 3rd. A preview excerpt was just released via this article from Insider.com. I pasted it below, with my thoughts following:

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THE STORM IS GETTING WORSE.

Lightning slashes across an angry black sky, soon followed by the crash of thunder. Waves pound against the ship's hull as I grip the wooden rail with white knuckles. Fierce gusts of wind tug my hair free from its braid, and damp brown strands whip at my face. I don't dare let go to brush them away.

Instead, I keep my eyes on the sea. Looking for her.

In some ways, I've spent my entire life looking for her. And tonight, my journey may finally come to an end. Unfinished. Unfound.

Ahtohallan. Please! I need you!

Perhaps she never existed at all. Perhaps she was simply a myth. A silly song to lull children to sleep. To make them feel safe and secure in a world that's anything but. Perhaps I was a fool to think we could simply go and seek her out. Learn the mother's secrets.

I do know something about a mother's secrets.

Another wave sweeps in, bashing against the ship's hull, sending a spray of icy seawater splashing at my face. I stumble backward, momentarily blinded by the salt stinging my eyes. A strong pair of hands clamps down on my hips; a solid chest at my back keeps me upright.

I turn, already knowing whom I'll find standing tall behind me. The man who has been with me almost my entire life. The man who has made me laugh—and cry—more than anyone else in the world. My husband. The father of my daughters. My enemy. My friend.

My love.

Agnarr, king of Arendelle.

"Come, Iduna," he says, pulling me around to face him. He reaches out, clasping my hands in his. They are as warm and strong as mine are cold and trembling.

I look up, taking in the sharp line of his jaw. The fierceness in his leaf-green eyes. If he's frightened, he's not showing it. "We need to go below deck," he says, shouting to be heard over the furious wind. "Captain's orders. It's not safe up here. One rogue wave could knock you overboard."

I feel a sob rise to my throat. I want to lash out, protest the orders. I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I'm not some silly girl frightened by the elements.

But what I really want to say is, I can't leave. I haven't found her yet.

If I go below, I may never find her.

And if I don't . . .

Elsa. My sweet Elsa . . . My dear Anna . . .

Agnarr gives me a pointed look. I sigh, untangling my hands from his, and begin stumbling toward the stairs that lead to our cabin below, on legs unaccustomed to rough seas. I'm almost there when the ship suddenly pitches hard to the left and I lose my footing, grabbing on to the railing to save myself. I can feel a few of the crew watching me with concern, but I push forward, keeping my head held high. I am a queen, after all. There are certain expectations.

Once below, I push open our cabin door and move inside, letting it bang shut behind me. The captain has given us his cabin for the journey, which I insisted wasn't necessary, but I was overruled. It's the only cabin suited for a fine lady, he protested. Because that's how he sees me.

That's how they all see me now. A fine lady. A perfectly poised Arendellian queen.

But now, at last, Agnarr knows the truth.

I ease myself down on the bed, reaching to grab my knitting needles and my half-finished project. An inappropriate task under the circumstances, but perhaps the only thing that might steady my hands—my pounding heart. I can hear Agnarr push open the door, his strong, solid presence filling the room. But I don't look up. Instead, I start to knit as the ship rocks beneath my

feet. It's dark down below, too dark to really see the delicate yarn, but my hands are sure and true, the repetitive motions as natural and familiar to me as taking in air. Yelana would be proud.

Yelana. Is she still out there, in the Enchanted Forest, still locked in the mist?

Only Ahtohallan knows.

Suddenly, I want to throw my needles across the room. Or collapse on the bed in tears. But I do neither, keeping my attention on the unfinished shawl. Forcing myself to let each stitch lull me into something resembling comfort.

Agnarr pulls out a wooden stool from the captain's desk, sitting down across from me. He picks up a corner of the unfinished shawl, running his large fingers across the tiny stitches. I dare to sneak a peek at him, realizing his eyes have become soft and faraway.

"This is the same pattern," he says slowly. And I know what he means without asking. Because of course it is. I hadn't even realized it when I started, but of course it is.

The same pattern as the shawl my mother knitted me when I was a baby.

The shawl that saved his life.

"It's an old Northuldra pattern," I explain, surprised how easily the words leave my mouth now that the truth is known. "Belonging to my family." I pick up his hand and place it on each symbol in turn. "Earth, fire, water, wind." I pause on the wind symbol, thinking back to

Gale. "It was the Wind Spirit who helped me save your life that day in the forest."

He gives a low whistle. "A wind spirit! If only I'd known," he says, reaching up to brush his thumb gently across my cheek. Even after all these years, his touch still sparks a longing ache deep inside, and it's an imperative, not an option, to drop my needles to return the gesture. To run my fingers against the light stubble of his jaw. "It would have made my stories to the girls so much more interesting."

I smile at this. I can't help it. He has always found a way to help me find sunshine amidst the gloomiest of days. It's strange, though, to realize he knows everything now. After a lifetime overshadowed with secrets, it should feel freeing.

But in truth, it still scares me a little, and I find myself glancing at him when he doesn't know I'm looking. Trying to see, trying to know whether the truth has changed his feelings toward me. Does he resent me for keeping so much from him for so long? Or does he truly understand why I did it? If we survive this night, how will things change between us? Will the truth bring us closer together? Or tear us apart?

Only Ahtohallan knows. . . .

I reach out and take Agnarr's hands in mine, meeting his deep green eyes with my blue ones. I swallow down the lump in my throat that threatens to choke me, and force another smile.

"I will never forget that day," I start with a whisper, not sure he can even hear me over the tempest outside. "That horrible, wonderful day."

"Tell me," he whispers back, leaning in close. I can feel his breath on my lips. Our faces are inches away. "Tell me everything."

I swallow all the words that threaten to jump out of my throat in a hurried rush, throwing myself back on the bed, staring up at the wooden-beamed ceiling. After I breathe calmly, I say, "That might take all night."

He crawls onto the bed, lying down next to me. He reaches out and curls his hand into mine. "For you, I've got forever."

I swallow hard, tears welling in my eyes. I want to protest: we don't have forever. Or even all night. We may not have an hour, judging from the way the wooden beams of the ship are creaking and cracking. But at the same time, it doesn't matter. It's time. It's long past time. He deserves to know everything.

I swipe the tears away, rolling to my side and propping my head up with my elbow. "You have to tell your part, too," I say. "This story isn't only mine, you know."

His arm curls around my waist, his hand settling at the small of my back as he tugs me closer to him. He's so warm. How is it possible that he's still so warm? "I think I can manage that," he says with a small smile. "But you must start. It all began with you, after all."

"All right," I say, resting my head on his chest, his steady heartbeat against my ear. I close my eyes, trying to decide where to begin. So much has happened over the years. But there is that one day. One fateful day that changed the course of both our lives forever.

I open my eyes. "It all starts with the wind," I say. "My dear friend Gale."

As I speak, the words begin to course through me like the forbidding waters roiling outside. And like the waters, I will finally make myself heard.

Agnarr will listen.

He's always been the storyteller in our family. But not this time. Now it's my turn to tell the tale.

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What stood out to me:

- It seems like Iduna revealed her past to Agnarr around the time they set sail for Ahtohallan, not the night of the accident with Elsa’s magic as Jennifer Lee, and I believe other sources, have implied. Of course, with “spin-off” content like this where the original creators aren’t involved, there’s bound to be inconsistencies. But Jen never stated that the time of Iduna’s reveal was definitely the night of the accident, only that she believes it’s that night though it could have been another night (I think this was part of the podcast interview she did several months ago). So yeah, the exact night it happened isn’t terribly relevant.

- This excerpt also reveals that Iduna revealed some of the truth to Agnarr early on, but then reveals everything in detail during their last moments before the ship goes down. So maybe she did reveal some of it the night of the accident but not all? We’ll see.

- Iduna knew Yelena. That makes sense considering Yelena’s age and the importance she seems to have in the Northuldra tribe.

- Iduna uses feminine pronouns for Ahtohallan, reinforcing the theory in my Frozen 2 book that Ahtohallan was viewed as a goddess of sorts in Northuldra culture

- Iduna also calls the wind spirit “Gale.” Obviously we all thought that was the name Olaf gave her but apparently Iduna did as well. Coincidence?

- The book is written in first-person perspective from Iduna’s point of view, unlike the previous adult-aimed Frozen books “A Frozen Heart” and “Forest of Shadows” which are written in second/third-person.

- Iduna was in the process of knitting another scarf while on the ship. I wonder why.

- The cover art for the book changed slightly from the original version, with the main image in the center being of Iduna and Agnarr when they’re younger instead of when they’re king and queen.

- I’m curious as to what kind of order the book will present the events of the timeline. Obviously this excerpt is from the end of Iduna and Agnarr’s lives, so will it start here and show everything else via flashbacks? Seems weird they’d choose the end of the book for this preview so my guess is that things will be revealed out of order.

#frozen 2 #frozen #disney frozen #frozen2 #queen iduna #agnarr

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thesightstoshowyou · 4 years ago

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Hurt Me

John Ryder (The Hitcher 2007) x F Reader (NSFW)

Summary: Your car breaks down along a deserted stretch of road. The man that stops to pick you up might be the best or worst thing to ever happen to you.

There is a disturbing lack of content for this man and I intend to remedy that.

Warnings: Dubcon, masochistic reader, mention of family death, knife play, blood play, fear play, fingering, slapping, violence, blood, creampie

Smoke billows from under the hood of your 1999 Piece of Garbage Accord. You curse under your breath, hitting the steering wheel with your palms as though that will stop the inevitable death of the engine. With a final, guttering sigh, the car rolls to a stop along the endless stretch of New Mexican highway.

Stupid fucking car.

You’d done as the signs had instructed. You hadn’t run the air conditioning all day, instead leaving the windows down so miserably hot, desert air could blow your hair into a rat’s nest. Still, your shitty car had decided to die anyway.

After banging your head against the steering wheel for a solid minute, you pop the hood and slip out of the car. You stare at the innards of your smoking vehicle, wondering why the hell you’re even bothering. You know nothing about cars. You don’t even know what’s wrong let alone how to fix it.

The sun had set about two hours ago, and the heat had gone with it. The thick layer of sweat that had accumulated over your entire body like a slimy shell is now chilling you to the bone, your thin jacket doing little to keep you warm. A breeze picks up too, making you shiver and hunch down further in your coat.

Scrubbing a hand down your face, you walk to the yellow line along the side of the highway, looking despairingly back and forth. You are alone, the rushing of wind and chirping of crickets the only sound. You’d maybe only seen about three cars all day and even if someone drove by, the likelihood they would stop to pick you up is minimal. No one picks up hitchhikers anymore.

Your cell phone had croaked last week and you had yet to acquire enough funds to replace it. So, your options are to walk until you find a gas station or wait in your car for…for what? A miracle?

Decision made for you, you retrieve your keys and wallet and head east. You can’t remember what the last sign had said about the next service station, but you have a sneaking suspicion it is much farther than you’re comfortable walking. You wore the wrong shoes for this.

Hours passed and you’re still plodding along down the road. Your hips and knees ache and your shoes have rubbed your ankles raw. You’re just beginning to hope a pack of coyotes will come and kill you when you hear it; the rumbling of an engine careening down the road toward you.

You twist around and see a set of headlights approaching quickly. You wave your arms and try to look as distressed as you can. Please, please, please stop….

The car slows. You can feel the noisy roar of the engine vibrating in your own chest. A black Trans Am rolls to a stop ahead of you.

“Jesus, thank you, thank you,” you repeat, running to the open window. Bending to peek inside you find a lone middle-aged man, caramel colored hair trimmed short, copious stubble peppering a strong jaw. He flashes you a disarming smile, white teeth almost abnormally straight.

“You okay? Was that your car I saw back there?” he asks, voice deep and smooth like bourbon. Your eyes flick to the wedding ring on his finger. If he’s married that might cut down on the chance of him being a murderer.

“Yeah, the old bitch died on me.” The man chuckles and you can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips.

“Hop in, I’ll take you to the next gas station.” He seems nice enough, but that’s how they get you, isn’t it? But what choice did you have? Keep walking until your feet bleed or until you freeze to death? What are the odds he’ll hurt you, anyway?

“Thank you so much, I really appreciate it.” You slip into the passenger seat, slamming the door shut. The engine roars and you’re off, speeding down the road at a speed you’re not entirely comfortable with. You’re loath to say anything, though, lest you lose your ride. You buckle your seatbelt instead.

“I’m John,” he says, quickly throwing another charming smile your way before turning his eyes back to the road. You tell him your name and fight the blush creeping across your cheeks. He’s handsome, no denying that, but something feels a bit off. It’s his eyes. They’d looked…empty. The smile hadn’t reached them.

It’s warm in the cab, much warmer than outside. You slip out of your jacket, John unabashedly watching as you do. Married, you’re married, dude….

“Where you headed?” he asks, fiddling with the stereo. Some sappy love song croons through the speakers. John switches it off, instead letting the hum of the engine fill the car.

“Amarillo. My, uh…my aunt passed. Her funeral’s tomorrow.”

“Oh, sorry to hear.”

“Thanks. How about you?” You’re anxious to change the subject before you recall too much of the conversation with your mother you’d had earlier in the week. John hums in thought at your question.

“Wherever I end up.” You find that answer odd. What about the wedding ring? Doesn’t he have a wife?

“No one…no one to get home to?” you inquire, unease beginning to settle in your belly. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches you glancing at his ring. His lips twitch up in a smirk.

“No.”

“Oh,” is all you can come up with. You swallow, regretting your decision to get in this car. So, he doesn’t have a wife? Or something happened to her? You don’t understand, but you’re afraid to ask, afraid to know the answer.

Glancing at the passenger side door, you find there is no door handle. Your heart stutters. There’s no visible lock either. John must notice because he chuckles again, low and dark.

You shriek when he slams on the breaks, your seatbelt catching you hard in the chest but saving you from smashing into the dash. John cranks the wheel, whipping the car onto a dirt side road. Your nails dig into the seat as the car thunders down the uneven path before skidding to a stop.

There’s nothing around you but an endless stretch of moonlight desert, no one around for miles and miles. No one to save you. You’re alone, completely alone with this man. Get out, run.

You scrabble at your seatbelt but as soon as it slips off your shoulder there’s a click to your left. You freeze when cool steel meets your throat. A knife. You release a tremulous exhale through your nose and settle back into your seat, your heart slamming against your ribs so loud you think he can probably hear it.

“Good girl,” John purrs, killing the engine and unbuckling his own seat belt. The sudden silence is unnerving, no noise around you but for your shallow breaths. He reaches under his seat and pulls the lever, sliding the seat back as far as it can go. “C’mere,” he says, spreading his legs and patting his thigh.

You stare at him fearfully, eyes wide. You can’t believe this is happening, can’t believe your shit luck. Out of all the people in this entire state to pick you up, it had to be this psycho.

You hiss when he presses the knife into your skin just hard enough to prick and draw blood. It’s a warning. As scarlet trickles down past the collar of your shirt, you suppress the shiver the stinging pain brings, clench your thighs to stop the pleasure that zings up between them. Not now. That is the last thing you need.

Sweat beading along your brow, you clamber over the center console to straddle his legs and settle into his lap. That smile is back, friendly, pleasant but for his eyes. His eyes are dead, empty as he drags them down your figure. You quickly look away, not wanting him to see the flush in your cheeks.

Out of the corner of your eye, you watch John’s eyes narrow curiously. Knife still pressed against your flesh, he grips your chin with his free hand, turning your head until you’re looking at him again. You tremble in his grip, two parts terrified of him, one part fearful he’s going to discover your little secret.

He knows something is up. You can see it in the way his eyes study your rosy cheeks and heaving chest. Leisurely, he drags the knife lightly down your sternum, between your breasts, past your waist before lifting the hem of your shirt with the blade. You squeak when he exposes your bra before stuffing the edge of your shirt in your mouth.

“Hold that,” he orders before turning his attention to your abdomen. In a flash he cuts you, blade slicing horizontally through your flesh, deep crimson spilling down your stomach and soaking into your jeans. As hot, sharp pain morphs into sticky pleasure, your muffled scream tapers off into a warbly moan. You flush a dark red, hating yourself for allowing that noise to escape you.

“Interesting,” he murmurs before ripping your shirt from your mouth, sawing through the fabric and tearing it away from your body. You screech and thrash, falling still when the knife returns to your neck. The metallic scent of your blood fills the cab, sharp and pungent in your nose.

Once again, blade meets flesh and John carves a sloppy line under your collar bone. You grunt and try your best to stifle the mewl that slips off your tongue, but he hears it anyway. John lets out a breathy laugh, smearing the blood leaking from the newest slash up your neck with the palm of his hand.

“Never seen that before,” he comments, more to himself than you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your bottom lip quivering under his bloody thumb when he caresses the skin. He continues, speaking directly to you now, “You like it.”

You shake your head, another scream ripping from your throat when he traces a rib with the blade, splitting your flesh open until you’re leaking crimson. You can’t mask the shaky moan, the “Please,” that sneaks from your mouth and you hang your head in shame. Between your thighs, you’re burning, soaking your underwear, quivering and needy. Desperate for friction, you grind down into his lap, pulling a startled grunt from him.

“Fuck,” John mutters, fisting a hand in your hair and yanking your head back, latching onto your neck and dragging his tongue through the blood smeared across your skin. He bites you under the jaw, hard, probably hard enough to break the skin. You whine and arch into his mouth, hand flying to the window to brace yourself.

“How far have you taken this?” he asks, tilting your head back down until you’re looking into his dead eyes. There’s a spark there now, curiosity and a little heat. You release a haggard breath and shake your head to calm your racing thoughts.

“U-um, I…have—haven’t, really,” you stammer. Why are you telling him this? John’s eyes narrow. He’s connecting the dots.

“No one knows,” he says, mouth splitting into a grin, “Do they?” It isn’t a question. He can read you like a fucking book. He groans under his breath when you look away, blinking away the tears pooling along your bottom lid.

“It’ll be our secret,” he murmurs, tapping the flat of the knife against your lips. He releases your hair, fingers going to the button of your shorts and snapping them open. You tense and whimper when he pushes his hand inside to drag his fingers along your drenched slit.

“Fucking Christ,” he exclaims, pulling his hand from your panties and forcing you to look at your slick coating his fingers. He meets your heavy-lidded gaze and sucks the wet digits into his mouth. You inhale sharply, biting the inside of your cheek.

His hand returns to your underwear and he pushes two fingers past your folds, curling them delightfully. You keen, hips bucking into his hand when he massages that tender spot within you. His other hand goes to your hip, urging the roll of your hips.

“Fuck yourself, good, like that,” he instructs, hand leaving your hip to slip the knife under your ear. You can help the pleased little noises that escape you as you grind down onto his fingers. Delicious heat curls in your gut and, deliriously, you wonder how many shades of fucked up you are to be enjoying this.

“You want me to hurt you?” John asks, pulling your face down until your lips are inches from his own. You pant, only hesitating a moment before you nod. “Ask me,” he says through gritted teeth, huffing quietly when your wet cunt squelches around his fingers.

“P-Please…please h-hurt me, John,” you whisper. Christ, what if he kills you? Had you just signed your own death certificate?

“Polite,” John comments. Lightning fast, he twists and sinks the blade into the hand you have splayed out on the center console. You scream, tensing, riding out the putrid agony as it immobilizes your arm and groaning noisily as the pain is slowly replaced with feverish pleasure. You clench around the fingers inside you, feeling the heat curling into tight pressure.

“Jesus, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you?” He sounds shocked and almost…excited. You don’t hear what he says next as that pressure within you implodes, shock waves wracking your core. You sob, bowing forward as your hips twitch through mind-numbing climax.

John gives you no time to come down from your high. He rips the knife from you hand, pulling another shriek of pain from your throat. You cradle your mangled palm to your chest as he throws the car door open.

He shoves you hard and you tumble out the door with a muffled cry, sprawling on your ass in the dirt. John quickly follows, digging a hand in your hair and hauling you to your feet with the other hand under your armpit. Half shoving, half dragging, he forces you to the front of the car and shoves you down over the hood. The metal is still warm under your uninjured palm as you brace for the inevitable. Your heart races in your chest and you know you would beg for it if he wanted you to.

John rips your shorts off your hips. You hear the hasty slide of his zipper and the rustle of clothing and then you feel him at your entrance, hot and hard. One forceful thrust and he buries his cock completely within you.

You shout, the sweet ache of such a sudden intrusion making your stomach muscles clench. John wastes no time in hammering you into the hood of his car, heedless of any pain you might be feeling. He’s trying to hurt you, after all.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” John groans, using the hand in your hair to wrench your neck back painfully, too far. Your grunts of pain turn high and girlish, every brutal snap of his hips making the line between pleasure and pain blur until you can’t tell which is which anymore.

Drool and tears spill from you face onto the golden wings of the Firebird beneath your palms. You feel John’s fingers sneaking up your waist. He digs his nails into the gash on your ribs and your scream echoes across the quiet desert. Your vision narrows to pinpoints and your head lolls, falling against the hood with a quiet thud.

“No, not yet,” John growls, pulling out of you and flipping you onto your back. He slaps you across the cheek and your eyes snap open. You blink wildly, trying to orient yourself, but he’s already throwing your legs over his shoulder and lining up again.

“Look at me,” he orders, gripping your jaw and forcing your gaze to his. You see stars when he fucks into you, pitiful whimpers spilling from your parted lips.

“Yeah, yes, please, John, please, god, god, oh god—

You’re speaking, you think, but you’re not sure what you’re saying. Maybe you cum again, but the pain is finally starting to win out, your torso and hand throbbing in time with your fluttering heart. You’re dizzy, the Earth lurching horribly when you turn your head. You’ve lost too much blood you think, or maybe you’re still reeling from the orgasm.

Finally, John’s hips meet yours with one final, harsh thrust. Distantly, you hear him moan your name, feel the warmth in your cunt as he paints it white. Your eyelids droop and you reach out to clumsily pat his forearm.

John drops your legs. Without him to hold you up, you slip off the hood, landing in the dirt a second time with a grunt. You shiver, the ground cold against your bare skin. Cold, and so, so tired….

You awake to bright, piercing light behind your eyelids. You blink, scrunching your eyes. There’s an IV pole above you, bags dripping into a pump. You follow the line down to your arm. Scratchy hospital sheets grate against your legs, the stiff gown sagging down your shoulder. You ache in so many places, the deepest of which is between your legs.

“Officer, she’s awake!” Blearily, you look up as two cops enter the room. They look uncomfortable, glancing to one another, silently deciding who will speak first.

Memory hits you like a punch in the gut. John. He hadn’t killed you after all. What happened after you passed out?

The officers kindly explain you were assaulted and dumped, bloody and half-dead behind a motel along the highway. They ask if you remember anything. You tell them the wrong make and model of vehicle. You say you were unconscious the rest of the time. You don’t remember.

“Nothing at all?” You shake your head. They ask a few more questions, none of which you answer with anything useful. Once you’re alone again, you lift up the gown to inspect the stiches on your abdomen, gently tracing the wound along your ribs. You flinch when it stings and a small smile creeps across your face.

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choke on me—chapter four

breathe me in (prequel fic)

chapter three

chapter five

a/n: this is a pretty chill chapter, and chapter five is going to be the exact opposite so have fun with this one while you can ;) also for my bilingual readers, if i have any, please excuse my shitty Italian in this chapter, i'm literally just working off of google translate

rating: pretty gen...this time

warning(s): n/a

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Carmen couldn't have picked a better day for a carnival; It's not too hot out for it to be August nonetheless. A slight breeze ruffles Tony's ungelled hair, sending his bangs into his eyes. He smooths the hair back with a huff. So much for keeping it casual today. His brief irritation dissipates when he looks, truly looks, at his surroundings.

The scent of cotton candy and funnel cake and something smoky, no doubt barbecue, carries on the wind. There are two long lines of booths, rides, and rest places alike stretching for a good yard. The other volunteers are zooming about, dressed in bright red tees like the Avengers, finishing up last-minute preparations.

"She doesn't half-ass anything, huh?" Clint says. He sounds impressed and…a little excited. Tony can't lie...he's excited too.

"I'll say," Steve says, and there's no hiding the awe in his voice. "I can't believe some of these rides even exist."

Out the corner of his eye, Tony sees Thor lean down to whisper something in Bruce's ear, blue eyes dancing. Whatever he said makes Bruce laugh, a real one, not the sharp little chuckle that's usually full of self-loathing or sarcasm or both.

They're off to a good start. Even Natasha looks pleased, or as pleased as she can be, with her arms crossed in front of her. She's taking in their surroundings too, but Tony knows that a part of her isn't doing it for fun. She's looking for enemies, escape routes, any possible threats to her and the others.

"You can take an agent out of the field," he thinks. He hopes that maybe she'll loosen up by the end of the day, preferably without anyone getting hurt.

"Where's Solomita?" she asks. "I want to know what we’re doing.”

"I know where she is," Tony says and leads the way, picking out Carmen's chirpy voice, throwing out orders and praise with a megaphone, Jesus Christ.

"Make sure you're at your booths in ten minutes! The kids are going to be arriving soon!"

She's crossing things off on her clipboard when Tony and the Avengers following behind him pull up in front of her.

She hasn't changed a bit since Tony's last seen her. She's still tan, still short, shorter than Tony. Her dark wavy hair is pulled back into what she used to call her "business braid" for when she had "shit that needs to be done."

Tony clears his throat, and Carmen looks up, her big brown eyes going wide before a grin breaks across her face and—

Carmen pounces on him, full-on throwing her arms around Tony's neck. Tony catches her no problem and—Carmen's mood is so infectious—gives her a little twirl before setting her down.

"Jesus Christ," Clint says under his breath. "She almost took him out."

"Did not," Carmen says, and Clint has the good sense to look bashful. "This is normal for us. Especially when someone hasn't reached out in two. Years," she says, slapping Tony on the arm twice for emphasis.

"Ouch," he says, rubbing his arm. "I've been busy."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Save the world a few times, and suddenly you have no time for your friends," she says, grinning, so Tony knows she's joking. She turns to the Avengers, who've all been standing there awkwardly like they're the new kids in school.

"All jokes aside, I'm thankful for you guys, all of you," she says. "Who knows where we'd be without the Avengers." She sticks out her hand for them to shake and for a split second, nobody moves. Maybe it was the genuine gratitude in Carmen's voice, or the others were still trying to process Carmen's everything, but the smile on her face starts to waver at their hesitation.

Steve is the first to act, taking Carmen's hand in his own. "Thank you, ma'am," he says. "I know I speak for everyone when I say that we're glad the team exists, and we'll help out any way we can."

"Thank you," Tony mouths to him, and Steve gives him a slight nod, letting go of Carmen's hand.

Thor steps up next and, in true princely fashion, bows, bringing Carmen's hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. "A pleasure to be here, my lady," Thor says.

Carmen's face is red when Thor straightens back up, releasing her hand. After that, it's like the others shift into gear. Clint apologizes for his comment. Bruce offers her a kind hello until it's just Natasha who steps up until she's right in front of Carmen. Even though they're the same height, Carmen stiffens up, looking at Natasha like she's about to get chastised.

Natasha simply...sticks out her hand. "It’s nice to meet you,” she begins.

Carmen takes Natasha’s hand slowly like she’s expecting some trick.

“I’m actually a fan,” Natasha says. “I saw your work this February while undercover. Very nice.”

"Thank you," Carmen says. If she blushes anymore, Tony’s going to start worrying about her health. "I was actually inspired by your suit. The leather and the bodycon silhouette paired well with Fall and Winter."

"Oh, really?" Natasha says, raising her brows. Natasha looks her up and down, and Carmen, much to her credit, holds her gaze. "I have ideas for your spring collection if you'd like to hear them."

And just like that, the Avengers have won Carmen over forever. And Tony didn't even have to make any threats. Maybe today won't be a disaster after all.

"Yes, please," Carmen says, her voice coming out high and reedy. "I mean since you're offering—"

“Carmen,” Tony interrupts before she starts melting under the full force of Natasha’s undivided attention, “what’s the game plan for today?”

"Game plan. Right. We're here to work." Carmen clears her throat, a flush still staining her cheeks, and flips through some of the pages on her clipboard. "Okay, Tony, you're easy. You're running the basketball booth."

Basketball. He can do basketball.

"Mr. Rogers," Carmen says. Natasha starts humming "Won't You Be My Neighbor" until Steve shoots her an exasperated look.

"Sorry," Natasha says, not sounding sorry at all.

"Please, call me Steve," Steve says. "She already has that song set as my ringtone."

"Steve," Carmen says. "I know you're an artist. Think you could do caricatures slash portraits?"

Steve nods. "Easy enough."

The rest of the assignments go quickly. Natasha gets the sharpshooting booth, Clint's over Ring Toss, and Thor and Bruce will oversee the sack race. Now that introductions and assignments are over, there's a thrum of excitement to the air. Or anxiety. Tony's not sure yet.

"Nervous?" Carmen says to him. She's tucked her pen behind her ear.

"Maybe," he says. "Maybe not. It could just be indigestion."

"Gross," she laughs, wrinkling her nose. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I meant what I said, you know. I'm glad you guys showed up. You know how much A Helping Hand means to me."

Of course, he does. Carmen's like him...in more ways than one. She had been orphaned at nineteen when her parents' plane had gone down over the Atlantic.

And at twenty-one, she had also found herself the sole heir to a family fortune and no family to share it with. She got the idea for A Helping Hand after Tony's own parents had died.

Tony repeats what she had told him all those years ago. "Us orphans gotta stick together."

"Damn right," she says. "Siamo famiglia."

"Siamo famiglia," Tony echoes.

"Congrats on your new additions, by the way," Carmen says.

Tony's brows furrow. "What new additions?" he asks.

Carmen tilts her head at him like she used to whenever she thought he had said something stupid. "You're telling me that those five supermodels you call teammates just came here for shits and giggles?"

"They needed a day off," Tony explains. "I offered. Nothing else to it."

"They came because you asked them, dumbass. They're your friends."

Tony's not going to argue with her, mostly since the others have stopped talking amongst themselves and are looking right at them.

"Anyway," he says pointedly, "can you point me in the direction of my booth?"

*********

For the next three hours, Tony shoves Carmen's words from his mind and throws himself into teaching anyone who steps up to the basketball booth about physics. It wasn't cheating per se; Tony simply calculated the angle the kids would have to throw the ball along with the perfect amount of force. The looks of shock followed by unabashed glee after they made a basket more than made up for any guilt he was feeling.

His break comes faster than he wants it to, but he has to take one eventually and decides the best way to do that is to take a walk. His fellow volunteer, a young man named Jake, says he'll be able to hold down the fort while Tony's gone. Maybe Tony will check on the others, see how they're faring.

“It’s a great day to fly,” he thinks. The sky is a soft pale blue that soothes his heart. Cirrus clouds, like pulled apart cotton candy, lazily make their way across the horizon. Maybe after the carnival is over, he’ll take the suit out for a ride and cruise through the skies.

He wanders without direction, letting his feet carry him wherever they fancy. Seldom does Tony get quiet moments to himself like this. There was always a fire to put out, a project to work on, kittens to rescue from trees, that sort of thing. Not that he ever doubted her, but maybe Pepper was right. Maybe he did work too hard.

The sound of children squealing pulls him from his thoughts and brings a smile to his face. Carmen had spared no expense, not that he expected any less, as he takes in the Tilt-a-Whirl lifting its arms higher and higher. The riders throw their arms up in the air, their laughter carrying on the wind. For today, they would get to fly too.

Tony continues on, the shouts and whoops and laughs fading into the background; he's made it to a quieter part of the carnival where they tucked off all of the arts and crafts booths.

There's the finger painting table where plenty of toddlers and adults alike are flinging paint onto sheets of canvas. One kid rises from the face painting table with Cap's shield emblazoned upon his cheek and a booth over...there's Steve, drawing caricatures for the kids. There's a curve to his lips. Steve's biting back a smile at the little boy trying (and failing) to sit still in his chair as he draws him. Tony's heart jumps at the sight. He's tempted to slide into the line for Steve's booth himself, but something holds him back. It could be the look of contentment on Steve's face or the kid's near infectious excitement—Tony feels like he's intruding on something private. Someone else's life. Someone else's dream.

His heart pangs in his chest as the little boy jumps as soon as his drawing is finished and throws himself into Steve's arms. Steve startles but recovers quickly, giving the kid a polite hug back.

For some reason, Tony thinks of the kid he met not even a year ago when everyone thought he was dead: Harley. Tony didn't hug Harley. He didn't have it in him to hug Harley. The kid deserved it, though, for dealing with Tony's shit. Tony liked kids well enough, but having one of his own? He would never admit it out loud, but it scared him. And Steve...Steve deserved more than a coward.

There's less energy in his steps as he turns around and walks right back to the basketball booth.

He knows he still has time left on his break, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to care.

He finishes his shift with little fanfare, the carnival-goers opting for the rides and fair food after loading up on prizes for the day.

His head's all foggy like he just got up from a nap. He's so out of it, he doesn't even realize that the others are walking up to his booth. Tony blinks slowly, trying to ignore the pressure building in his forehead, a sure sign of a headache.

"Hey," Steve says when they make it to his booth. "You about ready?"

Tony winces, prompting the others to look him up and down.

"You okay? What's bothering you?" Clint asks.

"Just got a headache," Tony says, stepping out from his booth, giving Jake a wave. Jake waves back, trying his best not to look starstruck at the sight of the other Avengers.

"Did you eat at all?" Natasha asks, and as soon as she says something, his stomach growls.

"Guess not," Bruce says.

"You must eat," Thor says gently. "A warrior such as yourself must maintain your strength."

He knows they're right, but being confronted by all of them at once has his hackles rising. Carmen's words are getting all tangled up with Pepper's, and he can't. Stop. Thinking.

"I will," he says, aware that they're watching him more closely now. He hopes that he doesn't look as unsound as he feels. "But why leave just yet? Don't you guys want to check out some of the booths or rides before we leave?"

Steve starts to object, but Natasha is one second faster. "I did want to beat Clint at Shoot 'em Up," she says with a smirk.

Steve looks ready to protest, but Clint cuts him off. "Oh, you're on," he says. "Loser has to do the other's paperwork for two weeks."

"Prepare to drown in files, Barton," Natasha says, catching Tony's eye.

Tony nods at her. A Thank you.

She flips her hair over her shoulder. You're welcome. He doesn't know when they learned to read each other so well.

Clint and Natasha make their way to the sharpshooting booth, Thor and Bruce walking along behind them.

"You sure you're okay?" Steve asks, scanning Tony from head to toe. Steve can see through him so easily, his skin might as well be made of glass.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Tony says. "Come on. Let's catch up before they kill each other."

*********

Natasha and Clint tie in Shoot 'em Up. Since Tony is on a team that consists entirely of children, they extend their competition to every booth in the carnival. Steve warms up as the day goes on, even joining in on their little competition along with Thor. Tony and Bruce are just content to watch.

Thor ropes Steve into the strongman game, which attracts a crowd, but who would turn down the sight of two handsome, well-built men lifting heavy things and showing off their muscles? Tony certainly couldn't, and given the way Bruce eyes the bulge of Thor's biceps, neither could he.

Steve rings the bell easily and wins, of all things, a Captain Ameribear for his trouble.

"Aw," Tony says. "It has wings on its helmet too."

"Are we just going to ignore the fact that it came with a shield pillow?" Clint asks.

Steve blushes, but it's all in good fun. Thor, of course, breaks the game, the bell flying clean off the top of the tower. The game runner in awe (and a little bit of fear) gives Thor a prize regardless. Tony promises to compensate the man as soon as possible. Despite all of that, his headache has receded slightly. He needs to eat now, and that barbecue is starting to smell better and better.

Tony's so caught up in drooling over a rack of ribs or some trashed wings he barely notices the others walking off to the next booth, Steve lingering behind to wait on him.

"Sorry," Tony says. "Guess I'm out of it. You...you don't have to wait on me, you know."

Steve shrugs. "No one's forcing me. Spending time with you isn't a chore. This actually works out."

Tony smiles despite himself. "What are you planning?"

"Nothing," Steve says. "I just wanted you to have this." Steve hands the bear over to Tony, and Tony...Tony melts because Steve is so fucking cute and sweet, and how did the hell did he end up in Tony's life?

Tony takes the bear, and maybe it's the lack of food in his system, but the urge to cry at Steve's kindness strikes him. The bear is cute with Steve's signature red, white, and blue suit and the shield to go along with it. "Thank you," Tony says. "You sure you want me to hold onto this?"

Steve looks at him from underneath his lashes. "Tony," he begins, "it's a gift. I want you to have it."

"Okay," Tony whispers, feeling like the air is closing in on him. It's hard to breathe when Steve looks at him like that, like Tony means something to him.

"Besides," Steve says, leaning in close to him. "I'm gonna clean the booths out. I'm trying to beat the super spies. Can you keep him safe for me?"

Steve's breath, cool and minty, washes over his face. Tony has to blink a few times, processing what just happened before he can even think about speaking.

"Are you guys coming, or are you just going to gaze into each other's eyes?" Clint shouts from the next booth over.

Tony jumps and hurries to rejoin the others, Steve right behind him, staring into his back.

True to his word, Steve cleans out every booth they touch, until he's practically drowning in stuffed animals. They attract a crowd as they make their way to the food court. Tony's feet are aching, and his stomach is outright roaring for sustenance. He and Thor get the biggest plate of ribs they've got to offer. The meat's so tender it's falling off the bone and smoked to perfection. The sauce they used is homemade, all tang and smoky sweetness. He eats until his stomach is about ready to burst.

Thor's singing the cooks' praises and their delicious Midgardian cuisine and rises to go get seconds, Bruce trailing after him.

Clint runs off to the bathroom, and something catches Steve's eye. Tony follows his gaze to the herd of children trying (and failing) to watch them eat without freaking out. Steve rises from the table, taking his prizes with him, leaving just Tony and Natasha behind.

"Sometimes, I can't believe he's real," Natasha says, breaking the silence. There's no need to wonder who's the "he" she's talking about. Tony thinks it himself sometimes.

It's hard not to when kids start lining up single file for their turn to receive a stuffed animal from Steve.

"Me neither," Tony says. "Howard...he'd tell me all these stories of Steve and the 'good old days'...Steve single-handedly storming a HYDRA facility. Throwing himself on a grenade to give others the chance to live. I always thought he was embellishing a little. Making war stories more digestible for a kid, you know? But seeing him, knowing him? You can't help but wonder how someone can be so good."

"He's not like you," Natasha says. He doesn't even have it in himself to be offended. She's right. Steve isn't like Tony and will never be like Tony. A little rough around the edges. "He's not like me, either," she admits, catching Tony by surprise.

"He's the best of us," Tony says. He glances at her. Natasha sits forward, resting her head upon her palm. Her face is smooth, her cheeks still tinged pink from their rowdy tramping through the fairgrounds. She looks...raw. That's the only word to describe her. Raw and real and human. Not the robot switching personalities and names and appearances like most people change clothes.

"You make him that way," she says, shocking him again. His stomach drops, and whatever peace between them quickly disintegrates. What does she mean by that? What could she possibly know about him and Steve and all the complexities of their relationship?

“I don’t know what you mean,” Tony says, his voice coming out thin.

Something in Natasha’s face softens, and she tilts her head at Tony. “I’m not going to pretend I know all of the details, but…you’re good for him. And I think he’s good for you. You’re both...softer. You look happy.”

It’s like someone’s dumped cold water down Tony’s back; he’s so in shock he can barely register what Natasha is saying. He swallows. Natasha knows. Of course, she knows, and if it weren’t her job to gather intel and pick up on context clues, he’d be a lot more worried that the others knew. But she wasn’t blackmailing him or threatening him to stay away from Steve? She...approved of them? He remembers that debriefing after they had defeated Loki, what felt like a lifetime ago, and her casual dismissal of Tony and his relationship with Steve. He wants to bring it up, to confront her, but what’s there to confront?

He brings it up anyway. “Still think he wouldn’t touch me with a ten-foot pole?”

Natasha tilts her head at him again, and he hates how sweaty his palms have gotten, and the hummingbird beating of his heart, like his relationship with Steve hinges on her opinion.

“No,” she says slowly as if to weigh her words. “He wants you too much. I don’t think he could give you up even if he wanted to.”

As if summoned, Steve comes bounding back to their table looking boyish and vibrant in the evening sun before Tony can process her words.

"What I miss?" he says with a breathless grin, holding onto one last stuffed animal.

"Nothing much," Tony says before Natasha can say anything incriminating. His eyes dart down to the last stuffed animal in Steve's arms. It's an Iron Man bear, of course, all done up in the telltale red and gold of Tony's suit. "What's the deal, no one wanted him?" he says, nodding to the bear.

Steve looks down at the Iron Bear, and what he says next might actually make Tony melt into a puddle. "Nah. Couldn't bear to give him up."

Tony ignores Natasha's pointed look and hopes that his face isn't as red as he thinks it is.

“Clint, you’re riding with me on the Ferris wheel,” Natasha declares when everyone makes it back to their table, and Steve has successfully made Tony as red as his suit.

“A Ferris wheel?” Thor asks, arching his brow.

“It’s a carnival classic,” Clint says. “It’s a giant wheel that lifts you into the air. Perfect way to end the day.”

“It’s older than Cap,” Natasha throws in helpfully, smirking at Steve when he shoots her an exasperated look.

“Your Midgardian traditions are so strange,” Thor says. “Interesting, but strange.”

“I’m not hearing a no,” Clint says.

“Hm.” Thor turns to look at Bruce, who looked surprisingly (and thankfully) content with himself. “Would you like to ride with me, Doctor Banner?”

Bruce reddens, and Tony doesn't feel so alone because it looks like Bruce has his own beefy blond problem he needs to deal with. "Sure, since you asked," Bruce responds, leaving just...Steve.

Steve shares a look with Natasha, and Tony gets the sneaking suspicion that they planned this. Who knew that the fall of SHIELD would lead to one of the most dangerous alliances Tony had ever seen?

"Tony," Steve begins, sounding like he's about to propose, he's so serious. "Want to ride with me?"

His heartbeat quickens, and he's not sure why. It's not like it's a public declaration of love to ride with someone on a Ferris wheel.

It'd look weird if he takes too long to answer, so Tony says, "Yeah. Sounds like a plan."

They toss their trash and pick up their respective prizes they won throughout the day, Natasha with her light-up sword, Clint with his stuffed dog. Thor's lion hat from the strongman game sits proudly atop his head. Tony wants to make a joke about Hercules, but he also doesn't want to deal with the guaranteed headache he'll get when Thor replies with some mind-bending statement like he and Hercules are gym bros or other. Tony and Steve walk side by side, far behind the rest of their little group, bears in one hand, their free hands brushing with each step.

Part of him knows that if he just reached over...if he took that extra step for Steve's hand...Steve would let him. It'd be so easy…

The line to the Ferris wheel isn't too long, and by the time Tony works up the courage to take Steve's hand, the volunteers are strapping them in.

One of the volunteers lowers the bar over their heads, making sure that they're secure, and that's it. Tony's trapped. He's stuck on this Ferris wheel for the next ten minutes, and Steve is so goddamn close he can feel how hot his skin is from being out in the sun and—

"I'm not gonna bite, you know," Steve mutters when they start to ascend. He won't meet Tony's eyes. "I...I know you're afraid of me."

Tony swallows, his stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Steve thinking he feared him.

"I'm not...Steve, I'm not afraid of you," Tony says. Steve's still looking down. He doesn't know where he gets the courage, but he cups Steve's face and makes him look at him. "You hear me? I'm not afraid of you."

Steve's eyes have always been a weakness of Tony's, and right now, when they're so big and blue and so fucking sad, it doesn't do him any favors. They're almost at the top of the wheel. A stray breeze rustles a lock of Steve's hair, and Tony feels like he's on a cliff's edge.

"Then why—" Steve begins, only to be cut off by Tony's lips. Tony closes his eyes and answers Steve the only way he knows how.

It's cliche, but Tony swears he can see fireworks going off behind his eyelids. Steve's lips are warm and soft and pliant against his. Tony deepens the kiss and slides one of his hands into Steve's hair, the other remaining on his face. He can taste the remnants of cotton candy on Steve's mouth.

They break apart because, unfortunately, air is necessary to live. Tony has half a mind to invent a way for humans to survive without air if it meant he could spend the rest of his life kissing Steve.

This high up, with the sun setting behind them, Tony wishes he had at least brought a jacket.

Steve lifts his arm, "Here," he says. "Lean into me." Tony does just that and tucks his body into Steve's side, his arm is a reassuring weight around him.

The others are too far back to see Tony and Steve. It's easy up here, easy to forget that Steve's Captain America and Tony's a barely functioning former alcoholic with a slew of mental issues.

He looks at Steve out the corner of his eye, takes in his features shamelessly and selfishly, the allure of being above everyone reeling him in. He loves Steve's face, the cut of his jaw, and his long, pretty lashes and those eyes. It's painful looking at him. Sometimes it feels like his heart's gonna swell up and pop right out of his chest when he looks at Steve.

In that moment, he's glad they went to the carnival if only to forget the world for a little while.

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drethanramslay · 4 years ago

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Hey you talented person! ✨✨✨ So here's my prompt: "you have a nice voice" between Mal x f!mc. I don't know, I imagine her singing alone to herself while doing something and he, while looking for her to tell her something, heards her and stays hidden to listen to her until she realizes that someone is watching her. I hope this thing will inspire you! Go and make Lucifer proud. Love you, tesoro 💕💕💕

Thanks for the ask @mals-chesthair :)) <3

You can find the prompt list here.

#2- “you have a nice voice.”

Word count: 1012 Words

Warning: none, mc’s name is Rosaline Nightbloom

Author’s note: This is my first time writing mal x f!mc so I hope you like it

Song: The Hanging tree from Mockingjay heheheh

Siren

"We will set up camp here for the night.." Tyril spoke up as they stopped at the entrance of a cave. It was well obscured from the view of a passerby and comparatively cooler, giving them some relief from the humid forest. And the adjacent lake was a blessing in disguise.

"Aye. I could really use a nap." Imtura said as she unfastened the belt carrying her axes and sat down.

"I wholeheartedly concur." Threep the Spoilt spoke up and he nestled against her.

"Yeah of course. Please rest and don't bother on my account." Mal said, sarcasm dripping from his lips as he rolled his eyes and placed his rucksack on the floor with a thump.

"I knew I liked you for a reason, landrat." Imtura said as she nestled against the cave wall.

Throwing his hands up with frustration, he turned towards Tyril and pointed at Imtura. "Is this allowed?"

Tyril raised his hands in surrenderance. "It's Rosaline's job to play referee, not mine. Take it up with her when she comes back."

"Wait... Rosa left to hunt game without me? Rude."

"She would have gone far. I think you can still catch her."

Picking up his daggers, he stepped out of the cave and started walking the path they came from. When he reached the place where the dirt path forked into two, he bent down and observed the flora around him.

Rosa had taught him basics woods lore which has been an immense help in hunting. After being certain about the right direction, Mal trudged down through the sense undergrowth, slashing the weeds with his machette.

After walking for a mile, Mal stopped suddenly. A familiar, melodious voice wafted towards him, which immediately enraptured him.

Are you, Are you

Coming to the tree?

It was like a whisper over the rustle of the trees, indicating that Rosa was not too faraway.

Mal moved silently through the dusk, never once losing his focus. It was such a beautiful and haunting song, which rang through the forest. Her voice was clear as day and Mal couldn't help but be drawn to her.

Are you, are you

Coming to the tree

Where I told you to run

So we'd both be free

It felt like siren calling out to him. Hiding behind the tree, he peeped over the bark.

Gotcha.

He could have stepped out but, his gut stopped him. This was something he hadn't witnessed ever.

Rosa, no matter how feminine the name was right opposite of everything a woman stood for.

Mal knew how growing up as an orphan makes you grow up soon. He had seen the pain of loss and seen many people slip and lose themselves.

But not Rosa.

She was so strong, both mentally and physically. Her iron steel determination, her amazing knowledge in medicine and woods lore and lastly, her swordsmanship often took his breath away.

She was a born leader and Mal admired her for her tenacity, intelligence and empathy. She was stubborn to a fault but, she was loyal and would never give up.

Rosa was the glue that held them together and her determination and belief is what drove them to move on.

She was one of a kind.

But seeing this side of her... Singing as she plucked the ripe berries, with her platinum blonde hair swaying with the wind, made his heart flip flop and a sense of peace embraced him.

What is this... Strange sense of comfort I feel?

Strange things did happen here

No stranger would it be

If we met at midnight

In the hanging tree-

Mal decided to move at that moment causing a twig to snap under his foot. If it would have been a human standing in Rosa's place, they probably wouldn't have heard it.

But, Rosa's body tensed at the noise.

Blast.

The singing stopped and in the next second his right hand’s sleeve was pinned to the bark of the tree by a dagger flung at him.

"Good lord, Kit! How did you know I was here?"

"Mal, elvish senses, remember? And how many times do we have to go over it? I don't like to be sneaked upon." She said as she stepped towards him.

"How long have you been here?"

"I heard singing and I decided to investigate. You have a nice voice."

What happened next made his jaw drop. Her cheeks turned red against the rose colour of her skin.

Mal’s surprise slowly morphed into a sly. "Awww kit, are you blushing?"

"If you continue that I'm gonna pin you to the tree and leave." She pointed her second dagger at him.

"You would like me like that, no? Immobile and completely at your will."

"Dumb is not a good look on you, Volari." Rosa scoffed and looked away, but Mal could see the side of her neck turning red, betraying her emotions.

"Lying doesn't look cute on you either. Admit it, you want me."

"Shut up." She scowled while she stepped closer to him, until they were face to face.

"Make me."

In an instant, Rosa's lips were on his, silencing any smart comments threatening to leave his lips.

It was fiery kiss, a tussle of passion. With his free hand, he wrapped it around her lean waist, tugging her flush against his body.

Feeling the strong muscles of his body, against her curves, Rosa let out a sigh of contentment. Her hands rested on his broad chest, completely content.

Unfortunately, a person can't survive without oxygen. Almost reluctantly, they broke the kiss. Mal saw her darkened violet eyes stare back at him with longing and mischievousness. A small smile played on her lips.

"How is that for shutting you up, your magnificence?"

"I think I should talk more so that you can shut me up like that."

Both of them burst into laughter and Rosa reached to pull the embedded dagger out, freeing Mal.

"Whoever gets the least game, will have to carry the other person's bags for the next two days. Let's see if you can keep up with me, Volari."

"You're so on, kit."

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writingonesdreams · 5 years ago

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The tears of silver night

About a dragon and a boy mourning in different ways and together.

This takes place after the ending of 5th Magic, not sure if it will be canon or not. You don’t have to know the wip to understand, but I do wonder what you would think if you do. :D I dreamed about this the whole week and I loved writing it now in one go.

Sometime he just wants to run away.

Not to be who he is, not to be where he was left behind. It's impossible to do for long though.

The presence of his parents is everywhere. Their legend hangs in the air like a heavy cloud before a storm, their names whispered in admiration. The legacy of the changes they brought to the world, the wars they ended, the storms they stilled.

And Alec, their only 8 year old son.

It's not like he has time to be lonely. There are countless big brothers and sisters that have either worked with or under his famous parents, people that are all too eager to help. All those mentors, students and fans that would do anything to be in his presence, all those family friends that promise him a bright future and believe in his uniqueness.

He doesn't care about being special. He would much rather be normal and had his parents around.

It's not fair. It's not fair they gave themselves up to the world and didn't think to leave anything for their own child.

Shouldn't he had the priority right? For their time, attention and care?

Those people, they don't understand. His uncles, those that look almost exactly like his father don't understand him, they aren't him. Nor do the generals, his mom's most trusted comrades.

He is alone in his anger, one that the world wouldn't agree with.

Alec runs along the shore, kicking the stones on the way into the sea. Sea, his mother's favorite place. Even in death, he can't be free of her presence in everything she cherished.

He runs until he can't breathe, until the lights and chatter no longer reach him. There, between the reefs, only with the annoying sound of clashing waves, does he sit down, his lungs burning so much he can't do more than breathe in the salty air. It's in pain he realizes the present the most, the overwhelming pain of senses and body.

It brings him peace to feel it on the outside. He can't deal with the other one. It's like he is frozen inside, numb where the love is supposed to be, with a blanket of anger over it and whirlwinds of frustration around he doesn't understand.

He sits in silence watching the sun coming down, relishing the pain of the itching rocks and biting cold.

That's when he sees it. A flicker of silver between the rocks, the scraping on the sand.

Crouched on the ground, he crawls forward, his heartbeat loud in his ears.

There is a dragon on the beach.

Just as few meters away, in all his magnificence. Long snake-like body glitters in all shades of white, silver and gold, a thick dark mane and a almost dog like muzzle. His legs are so short compared to his length, but ending with impressive bent claws.

Alec almost forgets to breathe. He never saw so much dangerous beauty all at once.

The dragon doesn't look peaceful. It scrambles on the rocks, coiling between the reefs, his tail slashing restlessly.

Alec heard about dragons. They were the most powerful magical spirits, beings of pure magic with their own will. They have been invisible for most humans, even the most skilled mages.

You had to see the world in a special way to be able to perceive them. Feel the magic for its viability. And they had to be very strong, wanting to be seen. It was only possible in places where energy flow was strong and many mages with an open presence and clear minds were around.

Alec isn't sure he counts as either. He is still a child and his mind is anything but open and clear right now.

The dragon twists its head sideways. Alec lowers himself a little more down, chin scuffing the ground.

The dragon sniffs the air and turns its head - and for a moment he can't measure, Alec can see only his endless shining eyes. There is no name for those colours, they change in chaos of sparks and shadows. Frozen in fear and fascination, he felt like the dragon could see right into his soul.

And then it is over. The dragon turns and springs away right into the sea and disappears in the waves, his long tail and slender body slipping out of sight.

Alec goes home that night feeling weirdly satisfied. Like he has found something that is finally only his.

###

Alec keeps returning to the rocks. Looking for the dragon is probably not a smart idea. He doesn't have to like humans, he might even hurt him if he keeps bothering him. But Alec can't make himself worry. Or feel anything much at all.

So he looks between the rocks, climbs the reefs until he finds a small clearing between the high pointy edges. Alec can feel the magic of this place, mixing in with the ocean's weight and salty wind. This would be an ideal place for a magical spirit.

So he waits. He waits until dawn, when the dragon comes again. Emerging from the sea, shaking the water out of its mane.

He curls in the clearing, stretching its long snake body. Then he keeps still, watching over the height reefs into the water.

There is something melancholic about the sight, a taste Alec can't quite name, but recognizes as familiar. If he felt something, he might have felt like this beast.

The dragon clips his ears, as if hearing Alec’s loud breathing, flipping its tail in annoyance. But it doesn’t move away or nearer and soon lies down to rest, ignoring the boy behind him.

Alec takes it as a permission.

###

He keeps coming back not really knowing what he expects to happen. In the blur of the days that follow, he doesn’t remember and he doesn’t care for anything else, but sneaking away to see the dragon.

Each day he dares to come a bit closer, until the dragon shifts uneasily or jumps away and Alec knows to keep his distance for a few days before trying again.

His parents left something amazing behind, made a mark on the world and yet he hides alone, not wanting to be reminded, not feeling proud.

It bothers him sometimes, but he doesn’t want help. There is no relief to be found in this. They are everywhere, but they are never really here and it’s tiring to realize it every day.

###

Days get longer with the nearing summer. He is glad he doesn’t have to leave, that these people would do anything to keep him happy, even if he doesn’t know what that is other than staying away.

It hurts them, being pushed away and he doesn’t want to hurt them. What is he supposed to do?

He doesn’t think the dragon understands him any better. They do, and they are right there, inside, waiting for him, wanting him and Alec knows he is lucky to have them. He should feel thankful and at peace.

But he only feels at peace right here, with the only being that doesn’t care. Doesn’t care who he is, what’s wrong with him or how he is feeling. The dragon doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t welcome or chase him away.

He isn’t expecting him to throw tantrums, burst into tears or shut the doors. Isn’t waiting for his undeniable talent to show. Not for his blood to prove its worth or start taking over the legacy left behind.

The dragon doesn’t care and so Alec doesn’t feel so wrong, being just himself.

###

“He always comes here and yet you never talked? Not even once?”

Wes wriggles restlessly, rubbing his hands along his arms as if he is cold in his human form, despite the clothes that always appear alongside it.

“Kid doesn’t need talking. He has you for that.”

“That’s the thing. He hardly talks at all. Always has this bored stoick expression on his face. All he does is so mechanical, like he is on autopilot.”

“Kyler was the same.”

“Yes!” Grayson throws his hands into the air and starts pacing in a circle. “But he was a clone with years of abuse behind him! The kid has everything he didn’t. That we didn’t. He was born, not created, he is loved where we were just sharpened into shape.”

Grayson paces a bit more, feeling the dragon’s colour changing eyes on him. It’s easier to read the annoyance in his human face.

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” He says curtly, knowing the dragon doesn’t have the patience to listen to him for much longer.

“He is not like his parents then.”

“Who else would he be like?” What a stupid statement.

Wes shrugs and stands up, having enough for one day.

###

Wes isn’t sure what he is so angry about, but he can’t stand humans anymore. He doesn’t want to be near them, doesn’t want to see the familiar faces or show off.

Not when Acacia and Kyler aren’t among them.

Diving into the sea and losing himself in the currents became his favourite escape. The flashy mage world seems so far away in the immersive but endlessly silent deepness of water. Their annoying songs, talks and noises from the beach muffled in this dimension, where sight, smell and sound feel so different.

It’s the only escape he has left, since Acacia has taken his joy of flying from him. He can’t go to the sky without thinking of her, how she held his horns, laughed as he twirled in the clouds, her golden hair flying behind her.

The kid doesn’t look like her. His hair is too dark, his features too sharp and his eyes are the wrong shade of gray.

Kyler has taken lighting from him. The Pulsor mage loved hearing the thunder, being close to storms. His heartbeat in sync with the pulse of the sky, when he teleported high into the clouds and wanted to race the dragons.

Such an arrogant fun mage. They don’t make mages like this these days.

His brothers are so boring, don’t have the same spark in their eyes as their clone.

The kid isn’t like him either. Hair isn’t raven black, but a muddy brown-blond, and his nose and cheeks are too much like Acacia’s.

Alec just isn’t them.

Wes wouldn’t talk to him, wouldn’t show him his human form. He has had enough of it for next couple of centuries. He answered to Grayson out of respect for his brother, but he would stop coming to his calls like a faithful dog soon enough.

Dragons weren’t meant to be around humans anyway. Getting involved in their petty insignificant little lives was the worst mistake he has ever made. Letting himself care about them, knowing their time wouldn’t last even a breath of his out of nature. And sometimes not even that.

Yet he can’t turn the kid away.

At first he was curious, wanting to see if there was anything left from his parents. But the kid was a strange mix, both and none at the same time and it just makes him anxious now. But he can’t make himself leave for too long, knowing he is there.

###

The kid doesn’t talk, but it wants to be close. Wes doesn’t know why, would prefer it if he didn’t.

But he looks so excited, crawling a bit closer each time, until they are foot apart. And he reaches his hand and touches him at the side. Pulls away quickly, like burned, before trying again.

The feel of a human hand running along his scales is a unique feeling you won’t get anywhere else but from the humans themselves. Wes is surprised he missed it, thinking he would not allow it again. That no one else would be worth bearing it for.

The kid looks happy, genuinely happy for once and his smile is not like Acacia’s, not like Kyler’s.

But it’s neat anyway.

###

The kid talks sometimes now. About his day, about his friends in school. About what changed and what didn’t.

Wes falls asleep to his chatter each time, somehow appeased by his voice, by the life returning into it.

As he does, sometimes he can hear Acacia in his tone. Her philosophical, abstract thoughts, how she noticed things that no one else did.

It jolts him awake each time, in delighted surprise she is back, followed by horror of the realization she isn’t right after.

The boy moves closer, when it happens, as if he needed soothing from a child. As if it would help.

###

When the kid comes back all sullen and angry, he finds himself resisting the urge to turn into the human form. To ask him, to talk, to calm him like humans do.

But it’s not a human he needs. Acacia didn’t either.

So he does what a dragon would do. He pushed his head under his arm, nudges him towards his back, lets him wrap his arms around him, before leaping.

He goes for the sea, because the sea helps, muffles the reality of the shining world.

Being careful of the boy’s breathing, he leaps and dives and flows with the currents and against them. And the boy is smiling at the end. He flashes him Kyler’s smile, Acacia’s eyes shining with joy. It’s them both and none, and somehow he feels comfort and not anger this time around.

###

“Alec is getting better. Did you talk to him yet?”

“I don’t need to.”

Grayson rolls his eyes.

“Just wanted you to know, whatever you are doing is helping. He talks more, smiles more. Less like a robot now.” He nods his head. “They would have been grateful to you.”

“I’m not doing it for them.”

Kyler’s brother raises a disbelieving eyebrow.

“Did Alec grow on you that much?” Grayson laughs. “He truly is his parents’ child.”

“He is not them. You should stop seeing him that way. Maybe he would be more with his own and less with me then.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” The pitch in Grayson’s voice tells Wes it does.

###

The thought hunts him. If he wasn’t a legendary dragon, a rare sight, would the kid still come?

If the kid knew he was like all the humans, comparing him, looking for shadows of his parents in him, would he turn away?

He keeps away from the shore for a few days, writhing in doubts.

No. He isn’t like the stupid humans. A dragon is a dragon and he won’t be ashamed of it. A dragon only does what he feels like doing. It wasn’t because of the kid he wanted to be in his true form.

Wes was wrong about something else.

It’s not just a random kid or their kid - he is so much more. It’s a boy that likes similar things, who sometimes acts like them and sometimes doesn’t. Who knew them, but also didn’t. Being someone new, combining them, surpassing them. He can’t be exactly like them, because he is his own person.

Yet they are also part of him, inside him and Wes understands now. Humans aren’t as fragile as he thought. Loving them isn’t a waste of time. They are immortal in their own way.

It’s not him.

It’s Alec.

Wes wants to call him by his name. And Wes is a dragon.

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Alec didn’t see the dragon in a few days. He looked for him, waited for him at the shore.

He wouldn’t break the tradition. If the dragon needs time, he will wait for him.

It isn’t so hard to be around the others anymore. His parents’ shadow still feels suffocating sometimes, but the veil lifted a bit.

He doesn’t act like them. He can’t. He doesn’t want to.

But he is still loved. They didn’t turn away, and he believes when they say they never will. Uncle Grayson, uncle Casey and all his aunts and big brothers and sisters.

They loved his parents. His parents loved him. He will be loved too.

“Hey there, Alec.”

He turns to the new voice. A young guy with blond hair, symmetrical features and amber eyes. They change colors, turn dark when he smiles.

Alec sees the dragon in the human face and grins right back.

#writeblr #creative writing #amwriting #my writing #violetvineyard #writers on tumblr #writeblr comminity #writing community #fantasy #dragons #grief #healing #wip: 5th magic #my ocs #grayson #alec #dead parents #sucessors

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saphirafoxgirlspost1 · 5 years ago

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(Open Rp, Nsfw Rp) HighSchool Au, Summer,Royal Romance And Drama in"The Royal Prince In Cherry Blossom High"

(warning, this one cause a Little Self harm, if your trigger by one, please ignore the post. Viewer disgression is adviced)

In the Junior beginning Of Highschool year, Everyone from Freshmen to Senior, Popular/ unpopular and all others Heard that there's a Prince who was Sent to come Highschool So he can Graduate. All the Girls All Fair Or Not So Much, Was Excited and Sqealing in excitement But One Girl who was Not Like other Highschoolers and Not Actually a Human at all. Her name is Saphira Lorraina Fox, She's the Only Kitsune Who Doesn't know that The Prince is Coming to Highschool But She hears the Whispering and Gossiping.. She asked whats going on.. But Sadly many Of the Girls and Guys give Saphira One look and walk away..

So Saphira change into her Human Form.. But They didn't change the Fact that She still a Kitsune.. Everyone Knows She is Except the Prince..Even In Saphira's Human Form, They Still hated her and Make Fun of her For Not being Normal..One of the Most Ruthless Group in highschool was the "Popularity Club" And Yes They are Popular Girls and Some of guys too and the Ring Leader of this Horrid Group was Harley Pendle, The Most Meanest popular girl in History... On Lunch time.. The Popularity Club decided to use Saphira as their Personal Punching bag, Pranking her In Such Heinous ways, Humiliated Her as they Pleased, And Worse Of them all They Made a Blog about Saphira Called "Freaky Foxgirl" . Everyone read it and Laughed At her.. Saphira was not Bothered or anything.. She tried to advoid them..and Trying to Keep Her Painful Emotions Inside.. but inside She was Crying... One Day, The Prince is Disguised Himself as the Most Cutest popular guy in school. Every girls began to Swarming toward him and everybody Except Saphira, Knew that the Prince is here. Saphira Head to class to take Notes but all of the Students Kicked Saphira off of her desk and puts her in the Dark corner of the class.. When class started when the teacher announce about the new student (Which is the Prince) who will be here in class and other student let him sit on Saphira's old desk.. Saphira though.. Feeling all Hurt and sad in the inside.. She doesn't Show her emotions.. but her tears came from her eyes.. feeling all sad. But In Chorus Saphira was Known as the Singing Angel Fox, Then the teacher Offers To Sing in the Whole Gym To make a Good aware Of Women who was Strong and Powerful and Smart, So Saphira accepted. The Next day, in the gym Where all the Students Groan and Grunts about Saphira To Perform a Song.. but this Song was From The New Lion King and Sung by Beyonce, And this Song called "Spirit" It's about a love letter to africa but.. it resembles of women being strong and all.. When The Prince was at the Front Row Seat, feeling all irretated and Annoyed by Other Fan girls and guys who wanted to go out with her but When Lights is Out..

and the Spotlight was on Saphira Wearing a White Dress while in human Form.. then She Looked at them feeling scared.. as the music began to play After the Principle Talks about Women who was Strong and independent and so.. Then She began to Sing beautifully.

????: ~Uishi kwa muda mrefu mfalme (Uishi kwa, uishi kwa) Uishi kwa muda mrefu mfalme (Uishi kwa, uishi kwa)

Saphira (beyonce Voice): ~Yeah, yeah, and the wind is talkin' Yeah, yeah, for the very first time With a melody that pulls you towards it Paintin' pictures of paradise

Sayin', rise up To the light in the sky, yeah Watch the light lift your heart up Burn your flame through the night

Woah, spirit Watch the heavens open, yeah Spirit, can you hear it callin'? (Callin')

Yeah Yeah, yeah, and the water's crashin' Trying to keep your head up high While you're trembling, that's when the magic happens And the stars gather by, by your side

Sayin' rise up To the light in the sky, yeah Let the light lift your heart up Burn your flame through the night

Yeah, spirit Watch the heavens open, yeah Spirit, can you hear it callin'? (Callin') Yeah

Your destiny is comin' close Stand up and fight So go into that far off land And be one with the great I Am, I Am A boy becomes a man

Woah, spirit Watch the heavens open, yeah Spirit, can you hear it callin'? Yeah Spirit, yeah, watch the heavens open, open, yeah Spirit, spirit, can you hear it callin'? (Callin') Yeah

Your destiny is comin' close Stand up and fight So go into a far off land And be one with the great I Am~

When She's Done, Everyone was in the Awe and applaude Except the Popularity Club, The Prince was Shocked by her Beauty and her Angelic Voice but then Harley Saw the Prince eyeing on saphira, So She Cues Her Group to Humiliate her. Then They Pulls out a Tomatoes and Veggies and Balloons Full of Ketchup and Mustard.. And then.. They Throw it at her as Saphira gasp when she was Hit and Ducked and Shield herself.. Everyone gasp and began to Laughing at her.. Saphira was Shaken and looked at everyone (Except the prince) Laughing at her.. all the Horrid Laughter Made her had the Break Down in tears,, She was Holding her Emotions but She let out in tears,, as the popularity club taking a pic and saphira began to run while the students was still laughing at her.. but then Popularity club sneaks out to put her into misery as the principle stopped the laughing students and gave them a harshful Lecture.. while the prince left before the principle stopped it.. he Saw the Popularity Club grabbed saphira and Kept messing her up.. and throws her in the Garbage bin and Left with a hasty Laughing.. and put it in the Blog.. the Post was Said "Her "Spirits" Is Now being Trashed and Dunked out"... Then Saphira was Curled up in the Bin.. Crying so Badly.. She felt like She can't Stand living anymore until.. The Prince Comes in and offer her his hand and she said" Who are you?.. And why Did you care about me?... I'm a freak... Just Leave me alone...*Sniffles* I can't stand Like this anymore..." She said with a tearful face while her claw Slashing her arms so much it began to bleeding harshfully..and the prince sees the scars on her arms.. and then he Said to her........

#Open Rp #Highschool au #Royal romance #Drama #Trigger warning

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dikiyvter · 4 years ago

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Boss Battle for both Gio ( :(( ) and Riga

[ x ] BOSS BATTLE! | @melodicbreeze you can tell it was a lil easier to think of the concept of riga being a boss bc his attacks have actual names lol...

VS GIACOMO, THE TRAVELING JESTER [ song ]

A boss battle need not be sad-- After all, what’s better than some fun between friends? The arena is not much of an arena at all, but the incline of one of Mondstadt’s many cliffs. Rocks dot the surface of the arena- cover to hide behind. The harsh wind that surrounds the clown makes this a battle best fought a distance; Arrows are your friend, here- After all... This is a challenge.

“You don’t really think you can outshoot me, do you?” he laughs, summoning his bow with a flourish. “You shouldn’t underestimate me, you know! This is what I’m made for, after all!”

Of course, Giacomo knows your his equal- And so he’ll hold back little, fully intending to make this a fight worth celebrating with plenty of wine and tasty treats afterwards. He is quite unlike himself in battle, the flourishes and fancy performances long gone as he focuses solely on utility, making the most of every action. The clown primarily has three different attacks. 1. HIS ARROWS. These are his main attacks, arrows shot in short barrages. Making use of the stones around the arena to hide from the onslaught will be your best bet to not getting injured. His arrows do Physical DMG. 2. HIS VISION. Giacomo is no stranger to using his wind as both offense and defense. His vision provides two different uses; Pushing you away once you land a certain number of blows. This deals Anemo DMG. 3. HIS KNIFE. Should you get close enough, the clown will pull out the knife he often keeps at his side and dart for you, dealing Physical DMG with the blade.

Dodging, making use of cover, and memorizing how many hits you can get in before he blasts you back with Anemo are the safest bets for surviving the fight. It’s not a hard fight, by any means. Memorizing his patterns will help you immensely, but remember... he’s fighting you as a friend, not an adversary.

When you finally manage to defeat him, the cutscene begins. You tackle him to the floor, wrestling his knife away from him- though it really doesn’t pose much of a risk to you, anyways. The two of you lay there panting for a long moment... before the clown breaks into laughter, congratulating you on defeating him and conceding that you can shoot better than him. You let him up, grabbing his hand to assist him to his feet. “To angels share, then? My treat.”

I’m considering all of these to be weekly bosses, so... he drops Shivada Jades, Vayuda Turqouise, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Bell of The Clown [ a bell from his coat ] , Tuft of the Clowns Coat [ a tuft of fur from his collar ], and Pompom of the Jester [ one of the little pompoms from his shirt/shoes ]

VS GIACOMO PART 2, SNEZHNAYA’S BITTER WIND [ song ]

Of course, all friendships must end in due time, whether through death or through the cold sting of betrayal. “You really should have stayed away from me, you know,” the clown says, anger dripping from his voice. He won’t even turn to look at you- not now. Not through these eyes. A careful hand unclips the mask from his belt, and it is only as he slips the Despairing Mask on over his face that he finally meets the eyes of the man he once called a friend. The wind around you two kicks up, a harsh barrier blocking you from even hoping to escape across the open plain of snow and ice. The freezing cold that settles in your bones hits almost as deep as the cold rage that lurks beneath Giacomo’s mask.

The clown does not play with his prey. It is not the nature of the storm’s winds to toy- It is their nature to cut. To topple. There is remnants of the previous fight in this one. His arrows hit faster, harder. Without cover on these snow-swept plains your only hope is to dodge the attacks as they rip through the air- your plight made all the more miserable by the snow kicked up by his winds. The field is covered in a haze that serves to obscure your vision just enough to make things a bit difficult, and through it all you hear the quiet jingle of the clown as he moves around you. His blade makes a far more common appearance, here; Watch your back. When he isn’t firing arrows at you he’ll be positioning himself at your back to jump forward, slashing at you two or three times before pushing you away with wind, dealing Anemo DMG- The same occurs after you get a few hits on him. Jumping a fair distance away is usually a good means to avoid taking any DMG from this attack.

Giacomo does not speak the entire time.

STAGE TWO - MY DEEPEST GRIEF. [ song ]

Cutscene. You manage to successfully knock the clown back. The winds rip around the two of you as you try to explain this wasn’t what you meant to happen. That you never meant to hurt him this bad; That you are his friend, not his enemy. Your attempts are met with nothing but a bitter scream of shut up as he rises back to his feet, stumbling. One of your attacks has left his arm injured, and he tosses his bow to the ground in frustration- And yet, still, he fights you, tooth and nail.

Without the ability to use his bow, he is frantic. His attacks come more frequently; More desperate. He doesn’t come at you just from the back now, but from all sides- slashing at you more and pushing you back further. Harder. His goal is dodging; He’s playing cat and mouse with you, leading you through a battle field that becomes rife with sharp winds, dealing a sum of Anemo DMG if you’re not careful to avoid them. He is quicker to blow you back when you get too close, this time. The snow rips harder, limiting your view of the battlefield even further.

There are tells to his attacks, of course; The jingle of his bells is louder as he darts for you out of the snow. The sound of the wind grows louder before it cuts across the field.

When you finally defeat him, a cutscene triggers. The way you throw him to the ground is far less gentle than it was in your previous fight, and the clown scrambles backwards, his knife pointed threateningly to you. “Get on with it, Barbatos,” he snarls, his anger tinged in despair as he stares up at you through the slits in his mask. “I won’t let you toy with me! You and the Tsaritsa have had your fun, destroy me already!”

He drops Shivada Jades, Vayuda Turqouise, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Sinister Bell [ a bell from his coat ] , Shard of Despair [ a shard off of his Despairing Mask ], and Arrow of The Jester [ an arrowhead from one of his arrows ]

VS RIGATELLO, THE STORMS LIGHTNING [ song ]

Rigatello’s boss battle is thunderous. Literally. You find him amongst the burnt wreckage of a village that he tore to shreds in the pursuit of his supposed darling little brother; The smell of burnt wood and corpse that mingles in with the stench of ozone that follows him, lightning and atmosphere. These are crimes even you cannot permit to go unpunished; And he knows this. He grins, well aware of what he’s doing as he attacks you, leads your own attacks; You follow him up the mountain, suspended above all beneath the vast and empty night sky. He need not be a god, for this to be his domain.

“Let’s go, little Barbatos! Patron of song, I’m sure you can hear it now, the melodies they’ll sing when I rip your pretty head clean from your neck and toss it to Her Majesty’s feet!”

His claymore is summoned, tossed with a twirl and he catches it with one-handed ease, his outline massive against the dull light of the moon- and soon glowy with the thrum of electricity that dances across the metal of his blade, across his finger tips, glows in his eyes as he lets out a cackle.

This is not an easy battle. He is quicker than the average claymore user, swinging down upon you in successive strikes with twirls and heavy swings, his pace relentless. True fear comes, though, from the electricity that arcs in the air with every strike. He has a few different moves. 1. CLAYMORE. Physical DMG with an small aftershock of Electro DMG. I. His main attack, he swings at you three times before backing off a bit and being open to attacks. II. Swings at you, then gears up for a larger swing that deals a small AOE of Electro DMG. III. Swings twice, then uses a larger swing to knock you back. 2. SHOCKING REVELATION. Rigatello tosses his claymore into the air; catching it and driving its blade firmly in the ground, channeling Electro into a AOE around him. Back up, or you’ll get knocked down. 3.WAVE OF LIGHTNING. His tell is relatively similar to the one above; He tosses the claymore a bit, catches it, and then swings it hard against the ground, sending a wave of lightning bouncing across the ground at you. 4. ULTIMA: SHORT-CIRCUIT. Powers up for a while. Rigatello allows his electro to flow through him; Electro will arc off of him as he performs more rapid attacks, dealing Electro DMG. This lasts a short period of time and then leaves him stunned for a few seconds.

STAGE TWO - DOTTORE’S BROKEN DOLL . [ song ]

The Electro is hurting him. You become aware of this fact quickly. As you back him up against the top of the cliff his form begins to twist, jerking as electro-fried circuits screaming at him to stop his relentless assault. But he won’t give up; He can’t give up. He will never give up. “You’re doing f-f-f-f-fascinatingly well!” stutters, screams, distortion, “L-l-l-l-lets turn it up a n-n-n-no-notch!”

This aspect of the battle focuses far more on the electro that is coursing within him. SHORT-CIRCUIT is activated throughout this entire portion of the battle; His attacks faster, heavier, leaving Electro aftershocks on their wake as he darts after you across the battlefield. All the previous moves are present here, as well, with some interesting new additions.

1. WRITHE. Riga stops dead in his tracks, body spasming as an AOE of Electro courses through the ground around him. 2. WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE... After performing three swings, Rigatello gathers Electro on his free hand and swipes at you, knocking you back and dealing Electro DMG. 3. ULTIMA: NO PAIN NO GAIN. Takes a while to charge up. Riga grabs at his hair and screams; As he does, areas of the ground light up in sparks; Avoid these if you don’t want to get struck down by the lightning that spikes out from the ground in haphazard arcs.

He drops Shivada Jades, Vajrada Amethyst, and Prithiva Topaz. His unique drops would be Cog of the Construct [ a cog from one of Riga’s inner workings ], Bell of the Construct [ a bell that fell off his uniform ], and Shard of Mania’s Mask [ a shard off of Riga’s fatui mask ]

#〈❆INBOX;#〈❆STRIPES BEHIND CAGE BARS - ( Rigatello. );#melodicbreeze

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newtshairdryer · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on Descendants 3 as I watch it for the 8th time and pause to look at everybody all the time

- When Ben and Mal are walking out before the proposal, Audrey is slow clapping and it’s hilarious

-Chad seems genuinely happy to see them together but Audrey rains on his parade

-Please look at Chad’s face to the side after Ben gets on his knee his overdramatic gaping mouth is SENDING ME

-Why do they make Belle and the Beast kiss beside each other’s cheeks like a french greeting? For real though they’re Belle and the Beast...they should be kissing in celebration .-.

-Right after the Carlos/Beast chest bump there’s an extra in the background of Bal just having a blast popping bubbles

-Speaking of the bubbles I have no clue where they’re coming from

- Dude in the background when Audrey says ”What is wrong with you people?” bein shady AF to her

-That one girl in the wheelchair that has been in every single movie needs a name cause we all just refer to her as that one girl in the wheelchair lol

-Mal has her own purple fucking limo and she’s not even royalty yet

-Their money is so vibrantly coloured

-Those cards Celia fan out are definitely, well, a fan. They’re all attached- she’s not even holding onto some of them lol

-Mal resting her chin on Ben’s shoulder to watch him and Celia in the limo. soft

-The scenes in the limo make Ben look really big and awkward because they’re all shoved into a small space and he’s in the middle where the smallest person usually goes...but he’s the biggest person XD

-The barrier takes forever to close and there are a ton of people right there, why has no one attempted to just jump through it yet lol

-What if Hades put his hand through the barrier and it just like...cut it off LMFAO now THAT would have been entertaining

-Hades literally makes himself roll one more time as he’s pushed back. Like there’s no more momentum and you can see he should stop but he makes himself do another somersault and it’s so obvious lol

-I know it’s been said before but the lack of security in the museum is just lazy AF writing. They didn’t even try to make it realistic it’s way too easy to just waltz in and take anything. Apparently the wand is the only thing worthy of an alarm

-Also why is there not even glass around the scepter to even attempt to discourage people from taking it? Even when the museum is OPEN someone could yank it out and start spelling shit up.

-Ben’s phone rings and he hangs it up less than a second after he picked it up- it doesn’t even show him barely looking at it. How on earth did he have time to see a message about the stolen items- let alone the fact it was a phone call ring...not a text ping

- OK WAIT IF UMA IS ON THE LOOSE AND HE TALKED ABOUT BETTER SECURITY SERIOUSLY WHY ON EARTH IS THE MUSEUM SECURITY SO NON EXISTENT??? IN BOTH THE FIRST MOVIE AND THIS ONE THEIR LACK OF SECURITY IS SUCH A GLARINGLY OBVIOUS THING WHY IS IT NON EXISTENT IT MAKES NO SENSE

-Why are the former King and Queen of Auradon and the current reigning King turning to the not yet Queen for all the advice about evil like it’s her responsibility. They don’t even attempt to brainstorm the vast amount of other ideas. And why on earth can’t she just suggest uh...literal guards by the barrier when it opens for them? Like if they paid people on the isle to guard the barrier so other isle people didn’t try to get out it would help a ton. There are so many other solutions other than closing the barrier completely (and then getting rid of it completely??)

-Does anyone else notice that like...50% of Ben’s screen time is him staring in shock/disbelief at things with literally no other expression for entire scenes? Cause I noticed it the first time around

-My favourite outfit in this whole movie for Mal is this light purple dress she has on when talking about closing the barrier for the first time with Ben’s parents and Evie. She is SO GORGEOUS in it. I’m actually not a fan of the leather suit she wears for the rest of the movie cause I don’t feel it fits with her hairstyle- mainly once it starts to go blue

-I just realized Mal’s hair literally goes from pretty much just purple to lots of blue mixed in. I guess it’s cool cause it’s like she gets power from the ember but I honestly prefer her brighter purple hair. My favourite hairstyle was her bangs she looked like an actual goddess in the 2nd movie

-I think everyone was thinking Dude got into Jane’s cake (despite the very neatly cut corner)

-I honestly love Mal’s face when Audrey shows up with the crown and scepter and her whole new gettup like “What on earth is this chick doing”

-I reiterate “what on earth is this chick doing” as Audrey goes to...sniff? the scepter?

-I wAnT tO bE dAnGeRoUS

-Audrey through a cupcake on the ground. So evil

-Honestly I’m sorry but Audrey talking all angsty to the people at Jane’s party is really cringey. Her lines are just...hhhhhhhhh (you mindless little drones in particular just seems weird the way she says it)

-How on earth does Audrey not see Jane get in the lake...she’s literally right there in full view

-OK so not ALL magic doesn’t work on the Isle, according to Celia only evil magic doesn’t work- so yes Maleficent is still a lizard cause Mal’s spell wasn’t an evil one

-Even with her massive platform shoes Mal is so much shorter than Hades she is yelling at him but having to look way up she’s adorable

- Hades “LET’S DANCE” - proceeds to shake a tambourine, slap his butt with it and stick his tongue out. ok then

-Why did I never notice Mal shake the tambourine at him angrily and then throw it lmao

-WHERE IS THE WIND COMING FROM IN THIS SONG (I will touch back on random wind that shouldn’t be there later on too)

-Mal should say thank you for the ember...imo

-”If it gets wet it’s game over” thaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat’s what she said

-Mal’s walking away from Haes up those stairs? That booty thicc (only thing I really like about that outfit)

-Girl has a zipper down her butt. She can unzip her ass cheeks

-I’m glad the jewelry in this movie is no longer plastic like Ben’s ring and his burger king crown

-“You’ll what? Marry them?” OK I am not a big fan of the plot or Audrey’s temper tantrum but if that isn’t the best fucking burn in this whole franchise then idk what is

-gUYS CELIA IS NOT THE ACTRESS SHE IS SUPPOSE TO BE IN AN ENTIRE MAIN SHOT??? WTF? HOW HAS NO ONE POINTED THIS OUT?? SHE’S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON WHEN THEY’RE WALKING OUT OF THE GATE TOWARDS THE BARRIER ON THE ISLE AND THEN THE NEXT SHOT IT’S BACK TO THE PROPER ACTRESS. BUT IT’S VERY OBVIOUS

-I AM GAY AS SHIT FOR UMA OK SHE IS ABSOLUTE PEAK AESTHETIC AND I WOULD LET HER CHOKE ME WITH HER BRAIDS

-I deserve some compensation for my muscles...what does that even mean???

-Are we suppose to know who Hannah is?

-”Says you and that’s suppose to mean someth’n to me?” Ok maybe I’m just a flaming bisexual for Uma but why was that line delivery so smooth

-Audrey is abusing Chad. She threw a glass bowl at him and is literally shoving him around and yelling at him while accusing him of knowing things and not telling her. And it’s played for laughs. Descendants you have a lot of good things that are socially woke but this ain’t it man. Chad may have been a douche but he doesn’t deserve abuse. (rhyme oof)

- Why is Dude advertising that he gives great cuddles? Who is that directed at? Why is that line in there? Alright then

-How is Uma the only one that noticed the massive scratches on the wall and the literal painting slashed in half

-Mkay we get it Audrey you’re evil thanks for the random laugh

-The knight in front of them literally clanged as it moved and it’s RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM how did nobody but Harry see it move. This entire movie is me asking why something happened because honestly so much of it just doesn’t make sense but I still love the movie lmao

-Out numbered 1 to 50? How did this girl graduate lol

-I still say What The Fuck Is Happening every time Mal makes the Knights dance. It’s just the most random, out of the blue thing to do

-Mal literally licks her lip and gives Evie the most sultry look as Evie dips down and is singing the end of Night Falls. I’m not a Mevie shipper but it’s the most bedroom eyes I’ve ever seen

-Evie is an absolute ray of sunshine and deserves all the things

-Harry is genuinely flattered at Evie’s compliment about his accent he starts to smile. Dude acts like a complete player and then gets happy when someone gives him a genuine compliment lol

-Jay and Gil are adorable

-Gil is just adorable on his own

-Doug is in way too comfortable of a position to not have already been on the ground sleeping/resting. Which begs the question of why he was just on the ground sleeping like that

-Doug’s long hair and ponytail and complete lack of style are some of my biggest pet peeves in this movie. He doesn’t just look out of place next to Evie, but next to literally everyone else. He looked pretty good in the last two, why such a drastic change that literally nobody asked for or wanted lol

-I seriously can’t take Evie and Doug seriously in this movie just because of his hair. It’s just so unattractive I’m sorry not sorry

- I do enjoy the sense of urgency and time that the movie has as Mal tries to keep moving. Uma and her being like “just kiss him already” is fun

-They could have shot Audrey looking at them through the scepter in a different way...the way it’s just the same close up shot every time she’s looking at it with her hair blowing in the non-existent wind just adds to how cheesy her whole performance is (not her fault, director and writers fault)

-Mal should have kissed Ben when they reunited. 0 reason not to. She was super worried about him and finally reunited with him and she also LOOKED like she wanted to kiss him. Girl was super into that beard.

-Leave some room for Jesus lmao

-I’m just bitter cause the only kiss we get this whole movie is from kinda far away and is short. We’ve also never seen them share a sweet kiss in private- they’re always on display....maybe it’s a kink lol

-Ben and Mal holding hands while trying to sneak around <3

-Sophia’s acting when Evie is upset is on point. This whole scene is one of the only really good ones where everyone is rightfully upset with Mal.

-Mal has had to sing about her feelings in every movie lmao

-Why...does the dragon look like it has a low frame rate? It looks choppy

-Audrey just, once again, doesn’t look menacing. She’s just like...waving a stick around and making mean faces

-”I owe you an apology” says everyone but...no one actually says “I’m sorry” lol

- Ben is just “aw yiss speak human rights to me baby” at Mal during the engagement party

- Beast: “We can’t do that.” I AGREE

-Taking the barrier down with no screening for the villains is a bad bad bad bad idea but it’s a happy disney universe so everything is fine - ugh

-UNSAFE BRIDGE!!1!!1 I’m waiting for someone to fall off- just once, please

-Mal and Uma jumping up and down when they kmeetis the cutest fucking thing on earth

-Ben needs a different thing to dance in, his suit is so stiff

-Harry and Audrey? Hmmmm I’m not opposed but I’m also not feelin it

-Were those people just...waiting there with an already built dragon?

-Ben likes to hip thrust in every movie, no lie

#descendants #descendants 3 #disneys descendants #mal bertha #mal #bal #ben florian #carlos de vil #jay jafar #uma #harry hook #gil gaston

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timelock97 · 5 years ago

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Love Without A Name

Epilogue: Worth the Wait

Word Count: 1272

Masterlist

Warnings:Just Wholesome Fluff

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"Look over here ladies!" The photographer calls as I carefully grab hold of Mae's veil and lift it over my head and pose, causing Mae and Joyce to burst into laughter. We hear the camera shutter before I let go and wrap my arms around Mae, Joyce joining me as he shoots a few more shots. "Awesome! Alright ladies, you are good to go join everyone getting drinks. Mae, I am going to get a few pictures of the groom and his groomsmen then we will get pictures of just the two of you." He smiles as he walks over to where the boys are messing around under a tree further away.

I turn and see where the ceremony had happened only an hour earlier, the chairs all carried away and placed under a large tent on the right side of a large cottage by a small pond. The day was perfect, not too hot, not too cold on the early June day. Mae sighs beside me, dressed in her gorgeous, a-line wedding gown, hair pinned up with a few wispy curls framing her face. "What a perfect day for a wedding."

Mae giggles beside me, "Yeah, what a perfect day." I turn to see her looking over at the boys, her expressing the definition of heart-eyes.

Joyce wraps an arm around my waist, mine falling across her shoulders. "I'm tiiiired." She whines, causing Mae and I to burst into a fix of giggles. "I also want to go get some of those mini corn dogs."

"They will be a while so go ahead, just don't fill up on them 'cause dinner will be soon." Mae laughs, waving at her sister as she begins walking down the hill, yellow bridesmaid dress billowing in the wind as she spots her boyfriend and runs toward him.

I throw an arm around Mae's shoulders, "So, how's it feel to finally be Mrs. Mae Castro?"

"Pretty damn good." She states, causing us both to giggle. "You don't have to wait here if you don't want to-"

"Nah, its cool. Besides, I don't get to see you enough with me being in the UK."

"What do you think Tom is doing right now since you're with me?"

I shake my head, giggling. "Probably being harassed by my brothers, but Quinn and Harper are probably keeping them at bay." She hums beside me, her eyes trained on the boys who are posed looking at Anthony who has his left hand thrust out, showing off his wedding band while the boys are looking at it in astonishment. "What dorks."

"Yeah, I think it was Jack's idea," she adds looking at the best man.

It didn't take them too long for the groomsmen to finish with their photos, the group coming down the hill with bright smiles and laughing. I followed them down as Mae and Anthony start to do some more couple-y photos.

I walk under the tent, grabbing a bottle of water. I sigh as I look at the small flower arrangements on the tables and the fairy lights decorating the ceiling.

"There you are, darling." I turn and smile at Tom as he walks over to me, pulling me into his arms as he presses a quick kiss into my cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Hungry," I giggle, nuzzling his nose with mine.

"Well, they have some light refreshments inside the cottage. Why don't we go get you something?" He laces his fingers with mine, tugging me along. Oh, what a perfect day for a wedding.

After giving our speeches, God knows I cried giving mine, and eating, the room was free to dance and enjoy the night. Mae and Anthony's first dance was adorable, especially since they had just recently celebrated ten years of dating the month previous. They had done the traditional tossing of the bouquet and garter, ending up in the arms of some of Anthony's friends from college.

Tom and I mingled with my family and took the time to talk with some of Mae's and Anthony's.

As I smile and nod at some of Mae's extended family, family that were basically my own at this point from how long we had been friends, I can't help but look over at my own mingling in the crowd. My parents are gushing with Mae's, our mothers standing close together as the speak and our dads laugh while holding their drinks in their hand.

My eyes scan the crowd to find Lucas and Quinn laughing along with the best man, listening to him talk about grad school, and the girl who hadn't been able to make it to the wedding.

I walk a few more paces, placing a hand on Anthony's grandmother's shoulder as a greeting. Her hand clasping my own, before returning back to her conversation with Anthony's boisterous father. My eyes land on Mark and Harper, who are standing off to the side and are lost in their own private conversation. They looked so in love.

"So, how has work and London been treating ya? We've missed you coming by the house and hanging out with everyone. " Anthony's dad asks, pulling me away from my people watching.

I let out a soft laugh as he motions me to sit beside him. "It's been good, Tom and I have actually been looking for a house as of recent. We think we found a nice one that is out in the country a bit, but not too far from his folks. And work is always good."

He nods his head, eyes falling away from me to look into the crowd. I follow his gaze, eyes crinkling in the corners when my eyes land on Tom.

He is standing and talking with Joyce and her boyfriend Andrew. Andrew has an arm around his shoulder playfully, and from the way they are all laughing, I can tell the story may be about something I did in high school.

"I'm glad all that worked out for you, three years together and you two still seem like its the first time you have met."

"I mean, look at Anthony and Mae, they look like its the first time they fell in love every day. Its just means the universe had a plan, and there was no need for changes."

Anthony's dad lets out a small sigh before leaning toward me, a humorous smirk playing on his lips, "I do have a question though."

I laugh, "What?"

"You two looking at having kids anytime soon? I mean, new house, settling down in a more quiet area." His voice trails, and eyebrow slightly raised.

I lean toward him, "I will say that its been in the conversation, but I can't say any more than that."

He smiles and nods, "Just gotta ask, Maisie and Roy have been trying, especially since they moved into their new home." His smile grows a little bigger at the mentioning of his eldest daughter, and possibly of being a grandfather soon.

A hand cups rests itself on my shoulder causing me to raise my head and smile up at the man standing above me, "Sorry to interrupt," Tom's voice flows into my ear as he leans down to wrap his arms around my shoulders. "But I was hoping to steal my wife for a dance."

"Go ahead man! I should grab mine while I am at it," he gives Tom a bright smile before looking back at me, his eyes softened, "It was nice talking to you (Y/N)."

"You too, Mr. Castro," I muse as Tom tugs me to my feet and leading me to the dance floor. He brings me close to his chest as we sway along to the music. I let out a small sigh, moving my hand out of Tom's and wrapping my arms around his neck so I can look at him.

"What?" He chuckles, arms encircling my waist as we sway.

"Nothing, I just love you."

"I love you too, darling." He leans his forehead against mine, humming along to the music. As the song changes into something a little quicker, Tom and I stay in our relaxed position. "Are you going to tell her before she and Anthony leave?"

"I will, but not tonight. I don't want to outshine their day with our news."

"And your family?"

I lean up and press a kiss to his lips before speaking. "Tomorrow, we tell them tomorrow."

"How do you think they will react?" He smiles, a sparkle in his brown eyes.

"First grandchild slash niece or nephew?" I mutter, making the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles harder. "I think they will tell us they thought it would happen sooner, but still be excited."

"Then we will have to tell mine-"

"I should warn my mom that your's don't know so she doesn't spill the beans." I giggle as Tom pulls me closer.

"I agree," he chuckles before leaning into me to kiss my cheek.

I sigh, resting my head against his collar bone. As I scan the room I finally find the bride and groom again, high school sweet hearts who never had to go through the tremendous heart break, and annoyance of having to go on date after date to find the right one to stand by their side forever.

I thank my lucky stars that Tom is mine. One date too many lead me to Heart Haven, which lead me to the best thing that had ever happened to me. How would have thought I would fall in love, without even knowing his name. Was it easy? No, but something that I had to work for, that I dreamed of finally coming true, was sure as hell worth the wait.

"What are you thinking about, love?"

I pull my head away from his chest as the song slips into something more upbeat, my hand resting just above his heart. "Nothing," I smile, "What are you thinking?"

Tom chuckles, leaning his forehead against mine, "That I thank my lucky stars that I get to spend the rest of my days with you, darling."

"And we wouldn't have it any other way." The world almost fades away, the soft tapping of glass signaling the groom and the bride to kiss, but I can't seem to lift my eyes away from the man across me and he leans in and kisses me gently. You were always worth the wait, handsome.

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We are at the end! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed. I really enjoyed writing this story so much ~CG

#cg writes #love without a name #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfiction #strangers to lovers #arranged marriage #husband!tomholland #dad!tom holland

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colonel-insomniac · 5 years ago

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Music to Me

a big thank you to @whatdourelfeyessee for suggesting the song Music to Me from the musical Who’s Your Baghdaddy, and providing the inspiration for the two ideas tied together!! Happy late Valentine’s day, and enjoy!!

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“You are the banjo that I’m strummin’, the merry tune I’m hummin’, full of glee…”

Bobby would say he’s not scared of much, but then he’d be lying. He’s been through what he thinks of phases of being scared: he was scared of the dark, he was scared of getting made fun of, he was scared of getting caught skipping school that one time, he was scared of getting caught in the endless trap of procrastination, among other things.

But Bobby’s never really been scared of heights. Not until he’d had to climb a volcano that was about to blow. He’s always liked feeling lifted above the world, away from whatever issue might be plaguing him. Now everything’s changed, and he’s scared. He’s been jumpy, and it’s been a week. Bobby thinks he just needs to face this terror head on, that’ll fix it all.

So here he is, alone at four in the morning. Pat had been sleeping over since the event, keeping an eye on Bobby. Press had been swarming his apartment, meaning that they couldn’t go anywhere, but they were fine with that. As Bobby tiptoed over the sleeping forms of the press, he noticed that the famous anchorman, Perch Perkins, wasn’t amongst them. He thought that was a good thing, everybody needs to recoup instead of slapping on a mask.

“You are the symphony that slays me, my melody that stays right in key…”

So anyways, Bobby saw that same terrifying mountain from the same point a week ago, looming above him, and it’s almost as though he hasn’t ever left. But this time, he doesn’t have Sandy with him to ground him. His hands shake as he places him open palm on the grass and dirt. The mountain looks so peaceful for something that attempted to kill him not that long ago.

Each step is premeditated, always checking to see if it’ll be the step to kill him. He gets ten feet up before he physically cannot move anymore, and collapses on an edge of the mountain that’s wide enough for him to sit on. Air keeps filling his lungs, he’s only inhaling now, and in the back of his mind he remembers he needs to exhale. Bobby quickly glances down before tilting his chin to look at the stars glittering in the sky.

“You are music to me…”

No one was here to console him now, he truly was alone. And terrified, too. So terrified he started crying. It was like the world was closing in on him, darkness threatening to choke him. He desperately needed Patrick with him, but he can’t even move his arm to call him. He’s stuck, at four in the morning, watching as ocean waves lapped at the shore on the horizon, the palm trees swaying in the breeze, the chilled night air biting through his sweater.

He wants to go higher, he can’t chicken out at ten feet, and so reluctantly, Bobby stands on shaky legs, breathing in deeply to try and stabilize himself, and started climbing yet again. Bobby kept his eyes focused on the rock directly above him, climbing higher and higher.

“Bobby!!! Bobby!!!” Bobby froze at the sound of his name, clinging to the rock for dear life.

He's too shaken at the presence of another person that he doesn't process who it is at first. He can feel a drop of sweat slide down the side of his head, and when his brain tells him it's his beloved best friend, Bobby almost doesn't believe himself. He takes a chance, thoughts focused on Pat now: "P-Pat?" The word comes out a whisper, and he feels the fear clawing up his throat again. He can’t stop though, there’s no where for him to stand without having to cling to the rock.

He gulps; he’s at an impasse. He can climb a little more or he can cling to the rock and wait for help. And now that he thinks about it, it feels as though his hands are slipping. He could die after all. He mutters the same words he did when he had to reassure himself at the event last week, but the words feel hollow. They can’t console him like they did before, and the thought makes him panic.

He scuttles upwards, in all senses of the word. His feet kicked at the air, feeling around for somewhere to put his legs, his eyes scanning around every few seconds for somewhere he can stop. It doesn’t take him a long time to find and area where he can rest. Bobby knows he isn’t even halfway up the mountain based on his memories of climbing this exact area.

“You are the tone of my piano, my chortling soprano chickadee…”

“Bobby, what are you doing?!” Pat calls up to Bobby, who’s maybe fifty feet high. Pat’s voice is carried to him on the breath of a wind, strained and full of concern and love and all the good times with his best friend run through Bobby’s head in less than an instant. “I thought I could do it,” He shouts down to Patrick, who looks like a pocket-sized version of the actual Pat. “I was wrong. I don’t think I can get down. I’m scared.”

Though he can’t see them, he can feel the goosebumps rise on his skin as his voice shakes in terror. He squints as Patrick turns around and looks at the town in the distance before stepping towards the mountain. Bobby’s shocked to his core when Pat starts climbing; and he's so worried for the one person he thinks he cares the most about. If something happens, it’s definitely Bobby’s fault; and what’s worse is he’d be so lost without Pat to guid him.

“Patrick be careful!” He shouts down to Patrick, several times actually, and Pat just nods, focused on his one mission to get to Bobby. As Bobby panics, his subconcious releases a little song he wrote back in his senior year of high school. And with that comes a memory of his mom telling him to use what he loves to ground himself. His voice cracks once as he struggles to get the lyrics out of his throat. But they come out, and through his blurred vision, he can just barely see Patrick pause in the slightest bit.

“You are the theme of my cantata, my masterful sonata in G…”

He’s nearer now, Pat is. He climbs closer and closer, and then all that’s left is getting down. Right as Bobby’s saying the last lines, Pat reaches him, and the two embrace. “Buddy, you scared me bad. Don’t just leave in the middle of the night like that.” Bobby feels the vibration of Pat’s voice in his bones as the taller of the two holds the shorter one’s head to his chest. Bobby tucked his chin against his chest, his cheek firmly pressed against Patrick’s chest.

“I know. I’m sorry, I honestly thought I could get over it if I forced myself to.” Bobby mutters in response.

“It’s fine to still be wounded from the whole incident, I still wake up sometimes thinking that you’re out there climbing this mountain of doom.”

The words come as a shock to Bobby, even though maybe he expected to not be the only one still affected by the catastrophic events that almost ended the town.

“You are the guitar that I’m strummin’, the rhythm that I’m drummin’, full of glee…”

And all this time, through thick and thin, through fights and happy times, it’s always been Patrick who was there for him. It was Patrick who persuaded him to apply to the Krustie Krabbe, just like it was Pat who convinced Bobby to throw the Eruptor Interruptor into the flaming, smoking mouth of the volcano.

And maybe Pat wasn’t always the highest scoring kid in their class, but he was insanely wise when you really thought about it, and Bobby’s been through a couple relationships, never once realizing that he really should’ve been looking at Pat in a closer view.

Bobby steals a glance at Patrick, heart hammering wildly. He takes a chance, though, and while Patrick is distracted by watching the sunrise in front of them, he leans over and presses a quick peck on Patrick’s cheek.

“You are the symphony that sweeps me, the tuning fork that keeps me in key…”

Pat turns his head towards Bobby, confusion mixing with slow realization on his face. Maybe it’s because they’ve been in each others lives for so long, or maybe it’s because they’re meant to be, but it’s almost as though Pat can ready Bobby’s mind. Instead of saying anything, Pat simply wraps an arm around Bobby’s shoulders and draws him closer to his side, and leans his head ontop of Bobby’s.

All is not fixed, Bobby’s still terrified, and Pat is still keeping a close eye on his best friend-slash-future boyfriend. But as the sun rises on their beautiful beach town, they know everything will probably be okay.

The two sing the last lines of Bobby’s song together, softly, for one another and no one else.

“You are music to me, can’t you see?”

#spongebob #patrick #the spongebob musical #the spongebob musical live on stage #volcano #patbob spongerick #patbob #spongerick #sandy #mr krabs #squidward #bikini bottom

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meetthetank · 5 years ago

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Peccatum Chapter 10: The Engine in the Woods

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Category: F/M Fandom: NieR: Automata (Video Game) Relationships: 2B/9S (NieR: Automata), A2/A4 (NieR: Automata), Jackass/The Commander (NieR: Automata) Characters: 2B (NieR: Automata), 9S (NieR: Automata), A2 (NieR: Automata), A4 (NieR: Automata), 6O (NieR: Automata), 21O, Jackass (NieR: Automata), The Commander (NieR: Automata) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe, genre typical violence, long fic, Slow Burn, War

“Wow. Okay 11S, you win the bet,” 801S grumbles, fishing a handful of coins out of his pockets.

“Honestly I’m just as surprised as you are. I can barely talk to you guys for a mile straight, let alone fifteen,” he gestures to 9S and 2B who walk ahead of the group.

“They’re attached at the hip and they don’t even know.”

“They don’t have a clue.”

32S sighs, “If they end up together that’s one less scout in the group. We’d be down to the four of us.”

“Give Nines some credit,” 801S says, “It’s not like him to just leave his friends for a pretty girl.”

“Except that’s exactly what just happened.”

11S points to 9S veering off into the dense forest with 2B following close behind.

“Oh I’m gonna kill him.”

Despite being in the middle of a grueling march into uncertainty, 9S has an infectious spring in his step. He and 2B lead the scouts by nearly a mile for no other reason than they haven’t noticed.

They talk the entire time; well, 9S talks the entire time. 2B occasionally chimes in on something he says, but for the most part she walks in silence. The difference is that she looks at him with that adorable head tilt and a curious gaze . She seems actually interested in what he has to say, listening to him go on and on about the most inane of topics, such as his endless attempts to beat the Commander in gungi, and it makes his heart flutter.

It’s not the first time 9S has felt this kind of puppy love, far from it, but this is the first time that someone has reciprocated. Or at least he thinks she reciprocates. Sometimes he has trouble differentiating between what’s real and what’s imagined.

He knows he’s not imagining the subtle upward twitch of her lips when he starts rambling off about his list of strategies for the next gungi match.

“Maybe I should teach you how to play one day.” he says to her, smiling from ear to ear.

“Uh...I’m not sure I’d be much of a challenge.”

“Aw, it’s not about the challenge, it’s about having fun!”

“You were just comparing beating your commander to ‘a light genocide’.”

“Yeah but that’s different.” 9S scoffs and waves his hand dismissively, “That’s a rivalry that spans years!”

“Does White know that?”

“Not yet.”

2B covers her mouth with her hand, stifling a giggle. 9S feels his jaw go slack and his whole world slow to a crawl. He’s never heard her laugh before, let alone at something he said. Heat rises in his cheeks and his ears, and he swears his heart skips a beat or two.

“Are you trying to catch flies like that?” she teases.

“I-...uh- No just-....” 9S stammers, “Yawning.”

2B simply cocks an eyebrow up but doesn’t press him further. Shaking the stupor away, he jogs back to her side and tries to smooth over the awkward silence with whatever comes to his mind first. However, a sharp pain stabs at the base of his skull, making him hiss through his teeth.

“9S? What’s wrong?” 2B asks and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Nothing, nothing,” he lies, “Just uh...got the sun in my eyes.”

“...It’s been overcast all day.”

He looks up if only to avoid making eye contact with her, “Ah, so it is…”

They lapse into silence once again while 9S forces himself through the piercing headache. Simply walking in a straight line becomes difficult and he ends up bumping into 2B on more than one occasion. He believes he hears her tell him to stop and rest, but he just waves his hand dismissivly. It’s hard to hear anything over the sound of his own pulse.

Except for...something. The faint giggling of children and dissonant tones of some bizarre instrument. It makes his skin crawl and the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. The forest, the well trod path, even 2B all blur together as the sounds grow louder. Dread takes hold of 9S’ heart when something red flashes in the corner of his vision. His hand flies to the hilt of his spear and 2B follows suit with her own blade out of reflex, but the only thing lurking in the shadows are small forest animals.

“...9S?”

“I’m...fine.”

Just behind where 2B stands, he sees them. Those two girls in red. They flash in and out of his vision, laughing at him. Taunting him. 9S stops in his tracks and shuts his eyes. In the past, these hallucinations would pass on their own if he just sat down and thought about anything else. Breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. All he has to do is wait and they’ll go away on their own. Don’t listen to their laughter, don’t listen to what they tell him to do.

Don’t listen to what they say about 2B.

Their words make him sick to his stomach, not just from content alone, but they feel as if they’re being poured into his ears. He could do everything in his power to block his hearing, and the giggling of those awful girls would still pierce inside his head

You there...boy.

A deep bellowing voice cuts through his mind. The visions dissipate as the voice echoes against the forest. Even 2B stops in her tracks, the downy feathers hidden beneath her hair shifting and giving it the impression of volume.

Little spawn. Who are you?

A breeze blows through the trees from a deeper part of the forest, far off the trail, bringing with it the smell of wood and various flora. Nostalgia wells up in 2B’s chest at the scent alone and she almost finds herself wandering in the direction of the wind by instinct alone. The only reason she stops is to not abandon 9S.

Come here, little one. Leave the reptile behind.

However, 9S brushes right past her and into the forest.

“9S?” she calls after him and follows the path he creates through the brush.

2B follows close behind, deftly navigating the uneven terrain where 9S stumbles and crushes branches underfoot. She calls his name and even tries to stop him physically, but he keeps pushing his way further and further in.

Not far now, Little Spawn.

The booming voice in 9S’ head is oddly calming, like the voice of the kindly grandparents he never had, or a groaning old oak tree. It’s so much different than the girls in red that he has to know the source. He moves in a trance, barely aware of 2B following him or the twigs and thorn bushes that prick at his legs. The forest becomes so dense that it blocks out most of the sunlight and simply walking becomes difficult. Bird songs and the leaves in the wind are just as deafening as the droning voice drawing him further in.

They come to a wall of foliage, thick ivy and gnarled branches that blocks their progress, but just as 2B begins to urge him to turn back 9S takes a small hatchet out off his belt and begins hacking away at the shrubs. With a sigh, 2B begins helping by slashing a path through at a much faster pace. 9S pays her no mind, too far entranced by whatever he’s feeling to notice her, until 2B yanks him through the hole she carved into the dense foliage.

Whatever she was expecting it certainly wasn’t this.

In the middle of a massive clearing sits the corpse of some sort of creature. Nature covers most of its body, but 2B can make out the shape of its armored shell from which great pipe like structures jut out, and six legs as thick as the oldest tree trunks. The hundreds of jagged claws that cover its feet could be mistaken for ancient stones as well as the teeth that sit in the center of its long leathery neck. The only thing that stands out and isn’t covered in forest growth is the smooth black thing at the end of its neck.

Just the sight of this corpse ignites a deep rooted fury within 2B. She has no idea where the feeling came from, but all of the sudden she wants to destroy what remains of it. To grind it into dust and leave nothing standing. No trace of this...thing that doesn’t belong in this world.

...Doesn’t belong in this world…

She’s felt this before, this instinct.

So why doesn’t he illicit this?

9S stands in awe of the corpse, dwarfed by the sheer mass of it. He barely comes up to the tip of the glassy structure, and each of its teeth are as big as he is. Never in his life did he’d see something like this, even in an army meant to fight monsters. Is this thing even real? The only thing he can do to be sure is to reach out and…

The moment his hand touches the glassy surface a low hypnotic drone reverberates through his whole body, and causes the girls in red to vanish completely from his mind. Even their whispers and giggles fade into nothingness. 9S leaps backwards when six, glowing green eyes flicker to life just beneath his hand. They shift in position in pattern, until they arrange themselves in a V shape pointing directly at him.

Something rattles in 9S’ skull like the droning noise that this creature makes but far more articulated and potent. He recoils back only to lose his footing when 2B throws him behind her, sword drawn and a growl in her throat.

“Hmph,” the beast says, a large cloud of steam leaving its mouth, “You carry our blood, yet do not speak our tongue?”

2B lets out a snarl and raises her sword to strike, still keeping herself between 9S and this massive creature.

“Stow your fangs, reptile. I cannot harm you.” it says, “My body has been broken for a long time.”

“2B, put the sword away,” 9S says, putting his hand on her tense shoulders, “If it wanted to hurt us it would have done so already.”

She snarls at him but reluctantly sheaths her sword in her back scabbard. Her eyes never waver from their lock on the massive creature’s body. 9S tries to put himself in between it and 2B, but a low hiss from her keeps him in place next to her.

“What are you?” 9S asks.

It lets out a low sound that’s similar to a laugh, “I thought I smelled ape on you. Only they would be so ignorant. I am Engine 34287 Batch 57. I believe the apes called my kind City Breakers or Engles.”

“Engles...I’ve heard about you. Or...not specifically you, but about City Breakers. I had no idea you were...living things.”

“Feh,” Engles laughs, “Demons are as alive as apes and the creatures of this realm. Though we are manufactured and cultivated, we live just the same.”

“Manufactured?” something akin to disgust and hate rises in 9S’ gut, “You mean demons are...products?”

“We are weapons. Each of us has a purpose, a function we are designed to do. I was meant to break down the crude walls of your capitals, but as you can see I did not live to fulfill that purpose.”

“I don’t understand,” says 9S, stepping closer to it, “Did something stop you? Some weapon harmed you?”

“HA! No ape construct could pierce my hide. No, my body could not handle the strain of this world. My legs ceased functioning not long after I entered.”

“Did anyone try to fix you?”

Engles shifts its head to the right and then the left, “No. My escort legion left me to rot, as I was no longer of use. The Terminals stopped giving me instructions not long after.”

“The Terminals?” he says, “You mean the girls in red? You see them too?!”

2B shoots him a strange look at the mention of his hallucinations. He’ll have to remember to assure her he isn’t crazy. Probably.

“Saw. Of course I saw them, ape. They are our creators. Our masters. Even one with infernal blood as diluted as yours would hear their call.”

9S feels sick to his stomach. The thought of finding himself in any way similar to the demons repulses him to his very core. A portion of his back, where his tail would be if it were visible, begins to ache with the phantom pains of attempted self mutilation. With great effort he suppresses the nausea and hatred for the sole purpose of gathering more information directly from the mouth of the enemy.

“Why...why didn’t you call for help?”

“Oh I did, little ape, I did. I called for...I don’t recall how long I called for help. Eventually I accepted my fate and found peace here as the forest grew around me. I became a home for many creatures I once found vile. Your realm is...far more beautiful than I believed,” Engles laboriously turns his head to 2B, “It only took me some centuries to see why your kind defended this place so fiercely, reptile.”

2B can’t hide the shock in her expression. Never in her life would she expect a demon to...understand.

“Wait, what?” 9S interrupts, “I don’t get it. In every story I’ve read about the past Demon Wars, it was always the Angels that turned the tide.”

“In major battles, yes, but the High Enochians could care less about your realm. They only wish for us to fail, as it has been since the Alpha Terminal came into being. No, the Apes owe their continued existence in this realm to the Dragons.”

“That’s…” he stammers as memories fill his mind, “Wait, what about the red dragon? The one that burned down all those cities and townships not less than...twenty years ago?”

“Hm…” Engles rumbles, causing a flock of birds to scatter from the various pipes on its back.

“The General of our army lead a campaign to try and combat it, but it ended in failure,” 9S squares his shoulders and takes a deep breath, “If what you said is true, why would a dragon side with you and suddenly start attacking human homes?”

Engles’ eyes flicker for a moment before refocusing on 9S, “My memories are fractured, but I do recall the Terminals negotiating a contract with an ambitious reptile.”

Just one answer launches a thousand more questions in 9S’ mind and he’s about to begin interrogating the demon further, but a voice echoes through the forest that fills him with panic.

“Nines?! 9S where the hell are you?!”

There’s no mistaking 801S’ voice, laced with annoyance.

“Shit. How far did we wander?” 9S hisses to himself.

“I don’t know, I was following you to make sure you didn’t fall into a pit or something.” 2B grumbles.

“We can’t let them find Eng-...the demon. They’d kill him outright and we’d lose enemy intelligence.”

“I have thought myself too proud to ask things of a reptile and a mongrel ape but...please. Keep this place a secret. I do not have much power left. I wish to die peacefully, and forever be a home for these creatures of the forest.”

9S and 2B hesitate, hearing the last wish of something they both consider a monster makes their chests tighten.

“...Of course,” 2B says with a solemn nod.

Engles lets out a long sigh and rests its head on the ground, “Thank you, Dragon. Perhaps, if I am still alive, you could visit me? It’s...nice to talk to someone again.”

“Yeah, we’ll visit,” says 9S as he’s pulled by the arm by 2B.

“Farewell then...friends.”

“There you two are!” 801S shouts as 2B and 9S emerge from the dense underbrush, “Where the hell did you wander off to?!”

“Easy, easy!” 9S responds, holding his hands up defensively, “We went to investigate a disturbance I heard deeper in the woods.”

“Why didn’t you call for backup then?” asks 32S.

“I mean...I had 2B with me.”

“Yeah, we know,” 801S accuses.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“You know damn well what I mean!” he jabs his finger at 9S’ chest, “This is war! This isn’t a game you can just ditch to go elope in the woods with some harlot!”

2B bristles quietly but refuses to speak. Keeping her gaze forward she begins to walk away from the group, only to be followed by 9S and the rest of the scouts.

“She’s not a harlot!!-...” 9S shouts then stops himself before he lets his anger get the best of him, “I told you, there was a disturbance deeper in the woods and we went to investigate! If there was a problem I would have doubled back for help!”

“Whatever,” 801S grumbles, “Just go get on point.”

801S storms back to the other scouts, leaving 9S fuming alone. The nauseating mixture of self loathing, dread, and anger makes him tear up just a touch. He wipes his eyes with his scarf before miserably plodding back to 2B, ignoring the red flickers in the corner of his vision.

(Biiig shout out to @nierly-amazing for the sketch of lovely Engles!!)

#nier atuomata #nier automata fanfiction #fantasy au #2B #9S #Tanks fics

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gayfraphne · 6 years ago

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scooby-doo and the curse of the 13th ghost review

WARNING: contains spoilers, as well as my unsolicited opinion. read at you own risk folks.

i’ll start off by saying, i really liked curse of the 13th ghost. it certainly wasn’t groundbreaking, but i had a great time watching it and i’m happy it exists. that being said, there were a few things that made me scratch my head a little bit.

the movie starts with a sepia filtered flashback of vincent van ghoul and his lover mortifer (not really but,,,,, we know how to read between the lines WB) capturing ghosts in the chest of demons. the scene ends with mortifer having his fucking soul devoured by ghosts and dying right there in front of my seven year old eyes. i literally screamed.

the title sequence absolutely sent me. it was really good on its own, but i love how it actually explains the whole plot of 13 ghosts, because i never actually saw it.

next we get a classic mall chase scene. there’s a hilarious moment when they’re chasing the suspect up an escalator, and fred tells the gang that they can’t run because it’s too dangerous, so they all have to stand on this escalator while tacky elevator music plays before continuing the chase. fred’s being an asshole to daphne in this scene to emphasise how attached he is to his leadership position, and daphne (like the bad bitch she is) ignores him and catches the guy they’re chasing herself, to emphasise that she’s much smarter than fred. not that much smarter, however, because it turns out they caught the wrong guy. they interact with the sheriff, who tells them that they’re too sloppy, and that once they turn eighteen (which is coming up quickly) they might end up serving jail time for harassment charges. with their best interests in mind, he tells them they have to quit solving mysteries. the scene worked, but it wasn’t very realistic. legally speaking, you can’t arrest someone for driving in their van (as this guy threatened to do).

next we see the three minute long scene that was released as a promotional clip on youtube of the garage sale at what i assume was daphne’s house, despite being tiny. a man named bernie alan tries to buy some stuff off them, but his check bounces (a reoccurring joke throughout the rest of the movie). vincent calls, tells them he needs help- blah blah blah.

daphne introduces the gang to her own van- which nearly sends fred over the fucking moon. especially when he can’t drive it because it’s a stick shift and, as we all know, FRED JONES CAN’T DRIVE STICK. honestly, that boy is adorable.

so daphne drives as fred sleeps on her shoulder like the angel he is- but things go awry when a car surrounded by green smoke tries to run them off the road. we find out why this is later, but it doesn’t.... really make much sense.

they get to vincent’s house, daphne and fred bicker some more, and shaggy decides to head off with scooby in search of snack-shaped clues. daphne asks velma to keep an eye on “lewis and bark” leaving her alone with fred. her crystal ball starts glowing, and they follow it throughout the mansion. velma, shaggy, and scooby have some classic mishaps, while fred and daphne do some classic fraphne things, such as forgetting that two people can walk next to eachother, and entrapment, and undermining each other’s intelligence. they all meet back up when velma and the boys fall through the ceiling and land on top of them. (shaggy jokes, “mind if we drop in?”) they find vincent, as well as the demon asmodeus, and this is where things start to kick off. vincent tells shaggy and daphne to trap asmodeus in the chest of demons, but shaggy says that he mailed it to vincent’s place in the himalayas when school started. vincent explains that it wasn’t his home, but rather an air b&b he’d rented at the time, and that he never got it- so they have to fly to the himalayas to track down the chest in the mail.

you know how movies and tv shows that can’t afford the rights to certain brands will use cute little puns- to tell the audience what they’re talking about without saying the real trademark? it’s done multiple times in the movie, but in a way that’s very self aware. vincent refers to his air b&b as an “air boo & boo,” his iphone as a “die phone,” and countless others that i forget. but everyone around him is like “oh my fucking god can you talk normally please-” telling the audience that they were staying at an actual air b&b without having to use the name- but still being normal about it. it was a nice touch. as was “captain rogers, not for vanity reasons, but because when you have the lives of so many people in your hands, it’s better to think of yourself as the office and not the man- and also a little bit for vanity.” that’s right, folks, shaggy flies the plain. and it’s golden.

when they land in the himalayas, the first thing they notice is bernie alan, the check bouncing fiend. they decide to split up- shaggy, scooby, daphne and vincent follow him to the temple, while fred and velma go searching for the lost package. the next bit of the movie cuts between the two storylines, but i’ll just tell them separatley.

fred and velma show up at a deserted post office, and naturally go rummaging through the back to find shaggy’s lost package. instead, flim flam catches fred in a net. i don’t think we ever learn why he was in the post office. flim flam takes them to the novelty store he works at and shows them his various chest of demons memorabilia (mostly coolers, which he’s only ever sold one of) but when fred says they’re looking for the real thing, he brings them to his ghost-hunting store instead. fred finds a cool scooter and asks to drive it- to which flim flam replies “sure! you can drive stick shift, right?” luckily he’s only kidding and fred get’s to destroy the scooter in the background while velma and flim flam argue over the existence of ghosts. fred and velma leave, and fred admits to velma that he feels useless now that daphne’s stolen his job as the leader. he even laments that he “can’t even do background shenanigans right!!!!!” before the scene has the oppurtunity to become cute and uplifting, the two of them get snatched into the air by an unknown force.

daphne’s crew are following bernie alan, but he manages to lose them. before they know it, they’re being stalked by the same car that tried to run them off the road earlier. the car’s loud engine starts an avalanche, resulting in the world’s longest “oh no!! we’re falling down a mountain!!” bit- which is then followed by a second identical bit as the car causes another avalanche immediately after the first. they wind up trapped in the temple with asmodeus and the chest of demons. there’s a cute little musical chase scene to a super catchy disco song, and a slightly uncomfortable bit where shaggy and scooby dress as monks. asmodeus tries to kill them, but vincent uses his magic to beam daphne, shaggy and scooby out.

daphne is about to break down sobbing because she thinks vincent is dead- when suddenly velma and fred fall from the sky. fred, being the little fucking legend he is, says “mind if we drop in?” they’re all down in the dumps for various reasons, and daphne says that it’s time to go home, and that there’s nothing more they can do. seeing his gang about top give up, fred reveals his darkest secret: while daphne and shaggy were catching the ghosts, he wasn’t just at any camp- he was at CHEER CAMP. THE ONLY KIND OF LEADER FRED IS IS A CHEERLEADER. it’s funny at first- hysterical in fact- but he does a cheer that lasts just long enough for everyone (characters and audience alike) to start feeling sad for him. but freddy jones is flippin away, doing back tucks over daphne’s head and throwing her in the air, and his enthusiasm encourages daphne to make a plan to catch asmodeus.

fred and velma head back to flim flam’s shop to ask for his help (but mostly his gear) and fred realises that the reason he can’t drive stick is because he’s been trying to use the parking break instead of the clutch. now he’s hell on wheels, and manages to run the random car that’s been following them off the road and into the abyss below.

meanwhile, daphne, shaggy and scooby skydive down into the temple from above (”i can’t jump out of a plane!” “that’s okay, i’m going to push you!”) and find vincent. they link up with fred, velma and flim flam, and the latter jokes that all they need now is scrappy, to which velma asks “what’s a scrappy???” and there’s nothing better than the idea of a timeline in which daphne and shaggy just kept scrappy’s existence a secret all these years.

vincent reveals that asmodeus is actually his dead relative, which is cool, but everything goes downhill when they realise that asmodeus is a fake, and that he’s actually mortifer, vincent’s supposed dead lover, wearing a suit. then bernie alan the check bouncer is actually an interpol officer slash figure skater, and the swat team shows up.... they really lost me there. it was a disappointing resolution to say the least.

the final scene was probably my favorite. the gang are loading up the plane, and fred and daphne stare off into the sunset, and fred tells daphne that he’s been wrong about her all along, and that she’s such a capable leader, and that she’s the engine that makes the gang run. daphne replies “i might be the engine, but you’ll always be the driver” which is equally as adorable as it is true. they give eachother MAJOR HEART EYES, but fred- physically unable to let a heartfelt moment last more than three seconds- pulls away and asks if captain rogers will let him try flying the plain. daphne says sure, but only if he promises to stay away from the parking break. fred shakes his fist at god and curses velma’s name.

velma explains to everyone that ghosts aren’t real and that the 13 ghosts were all a hallucination, which..... fuck everyone involved in that decision. we realise that the chest shaggy mailed was actually the one cooler sold by flim flam (a nice touch). to prove her point, velma almost opens the actual chest of demons for funsies but thinks better of it, and then the gang hits the skies, where they’re all flabbergasted to find that scooby doo is the one flying the plane. the end.

it’s a good movie, no doubt- and was almost a perfect one. everything seemed to crash and burn as the demon turned out to be fake, and then everything else was fake, and then bernie alan was a figure skater in a fat suit... for some reason. had they gone with literally any other ending, it would have been great.

the fraphne subpot felt a little underwhelming... maybe it’s just that i’m a hardcore shipper, but i felt like the resolution to their plot wasn’t big enough. they spent the whole movie building tension- i was sort of picturing that they’d have a big fight. but... nope. he just did a few backflips and everything was peachy.

again, i loved the movie. i don’t know if i’d put it in the top five, but definitely in the top ten. it had a lot of fun aspects and great character building. i’m really excited for return to zombie island, but also kind of scared. first of all, how do you make a sequel to something that happens when they’re 30 when they’re only 17?? also... pls don’t make the cat creatures fake. also... *slides writers a 20*.... fraphne kiss. just sayin.

#scooby doo #curse of the 13th ghost #fred jones #shaggy rogers #daphne blake #velma dinkley #fraphne #vincent van ghoul #flim flam #not an incorrect quote

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softchenlele · 6 years ago

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dreams and roses; a woozi scenario

style: bulletpoint

genre: slightly supernatural fluff

warnings: none

word count: 1,7k

main author: kitty

a/n: this was absolutely unplanned but it sparked in my head today so im writing it before i forget!!!

it’s summer and seventeen, being young boys yearning for adventure, decided to have a camping slash road trip in europe

so there they are, going around europe from poland to spain

setting out camp and having fun around the bonfire

one day as they travel between germany and france they decide to stop in a small town to stock up on food and necessities and basically spend the day here

as vernon and seungkwan were coming back from the market they hear children talking about a witch in the woods?

the exact same woods they’re camping next to

the kids were talking about visiting her sometime

vernon was kinda intrigued by the children’s babbling and seungkwan thought witch seeking could be a good team building adventure

so guess what they talk about over lunch?

yep

get in losers, we’re going to find a witch!!

they ask the kids how to find “miss witch”

“she said you gotta follow the nature’s flow!!”

uhhh ok thats very vague

but then jeonghan points out that there’s a small river flowing from the forest down to the valley and the children just smile knowingly

following the river upstream it is.

as they hike up the woods, chattering playfully and playing with each other, jihoon can’t help but wonder what they will find, if they even find something

fifteen minutes later, to his surprise, they actually do find something

they end up in a clearing in the middle of the woods

the river comes from over a five meter cliff, pooling into a little lake below

and next to the lake is a cottage, not built for more than two people but so well maintained that it almost looks like someone lives here

seungcheol and soonyoung circle the house, checking if there’s anyone, while the others play a bit in the lake

jihoon just walks around, taking in the scenery. that place just radiates peace and serenity, a kind of otherworldly calm

and is it just him or are the flowers peeking at him somehow...?

no no no jihoon wtf it’s time to cut down on coffee and sleep whole nights you’re imagining things about flowers now

but it’s really intriguing to him

since they found no one, the boys go back to their camp, having seen no witch but having spent a nice afternoon

jihoon can’t really sleep so he sneaks out of his tent and goes back to the river, following the stream quietly to the clearing, watching the moon

but then

he sees someone on a rock next to the lake??

the long hair lets him think it’s a woman, she’s just dipping her feet in the water

he freezes in place

he really didn’t think there would be someone??

“hey, didn’t i tell you kids not to come at night? your parents will worry”

did she speak to him? he didn’t show himself though

after a few beats of silence, she turns her head and stares straight at him and jihoon gulps

“you’re... not a child”

thx captain obvious now are u gonna turn me into a frog??

he’s positively freaking out by now but still silent

she stands up, and he swears he sees a gust of wind drying her feet, what the heck

she puts her sandals back on and hops off the rock, walking towards him

she asks for his name, but the only thing he can stutter back is are you a witch?

and then she laughs, a crystalline sound echoing off the water

“no, god no, do i look like one? if i were one you’d be cursed already!!”

but then jihoon thinks that maybe he has, seeing how he’s rooted in place and can’t seem to take his eyes off her

“i’m y/n, and i’m a fairy, not a witch!”

at that he just chokes on air. she doesn’t even look like she’s lying

he tells her his name and she looks at him curiously before asking why he’s here

“that’s a bit,,, difficult to explain? i came here with my friends this afternoon and there was no one??”

“i know that. but why did you come back?”

how did she know???

he explains how he wanted to see this place again

how he’s a singer, writing songs for his group, and how the clearing struck something in him

she nods and whistles a few notes to something behind him

“what are you doing??”

“i’m thanking the birds for warning me of your presence!”

at this point jihoon is entirely lost. are all europeans like that?? what the heck is up with this one???

“you what???”

“i thanked the sparrows. they told me twice today that i had guests, unfortunately i was with the foxes the first time”

is she crazy

“wait hold up. have you lost your mind?? what is this all about???”

she definitely is

she lives alone in the forest, talking to birds and spending days with foxes?? what kind of person does that??!

she doesn’t answer and grabs his hand, leading him in the forest. she stops in front of a burrow, where a family of foxes can be seen.

his jaw almost drops right to the floor

the mother looks sick and the babies are small and sickly thin

she’s been taking care of them

he starts to review his judgement of her

maybe she’s a biologist a bit too caught up into her fantasy

but when she touches the mother fox’s nose and her fingertip glows, he’s back at square one: total incomprehension

“she’s doing good. she’s almost healed!! and she says that the human, you, is allowed to touch her babies!”

he doesn’t even try to think and extends a trembling hand to one of the baby foxes and pets it

y/n and the mother fox are watching him intently and after some time, he withdraws his hand

y/n then bids goodbye to the foxes and brings him back to the clearing

he’s about sure by now that she’s the real deal

a real, live fairy

she asks if he wants to stay some more. he looks a bit shaken internally so she suggests her number one calming activity: stargazing

which he accepts immediately because to be honest he could use some chill

they climb up a tree and she starts pointing stars to him, but he’s not paying attention

“are you always this welcoming to strangers?”

“are you always this accepting to the idea of superatural”, she quips back, more to make him react than anything.

he thinks about it for a second

“to be honest, i’m pretty sure i’m dreaming right now. this is the oddest night of my life but it doesn’t feel wrong or false, so there’s only that option left”

“maybe it’s not.” and on that she climbs down the tree, surprising jihoon, but he’s still quick to follow her

he really doesn’t want to lose sight of the biggest mystery of that night

she goes inside the cottage and he stays on the doorstep, marveling at all the books, potted plants and little pouches of various seeds and flowers

they look like the lavender pouch his mom brought back from a trip once, which she put among his clothes to give them a nice flowery scent

y/n comes back with a piece of raw blue stone he recognizes as something like kyanite, held by a fine silver chain tied around it

“maybe if you come back with a souvenir, you’ll understand it’s not a dream. this is a lucky charm, it will help you focus when you need it and turn the odds in your favor. for a creative person, this is great, isn’t it?”

she smiles at him and he lets her drop the jewel into his hands, gingerly letting out a small “thanks” in return

he didn’t know what to think

she looks at an old clock and remarks how late it has gotten

he didn’t feel time pass either but he knows he should get back to the guys, so he tells her he needs to leave

she nods and goes right past him to the white rose plant along the wall, plucks a flower bud, and whispers some words jihoon can’t quite catch to it

it slowly blooms between her fingers, her fingertips starting to glow white again, and he’s simply mesmerized

she turns back to him and tucks it in one of the button holes of his shirt, smiling softly

“this is just a gift from me to you. hopefully, you’ll figure out how it works soon”

he says goodbye and his mind is empty during the way down

he really doesn’t know what happened

the next day, he acts like nothing happened, hides the forever blooming rose and pretends he bought the kyanite necklace earlier

jihoon was just laying on his bed, fidgeting with a blue stone necklace when the murmuring started again

he had a rough day at the studio, his lyrics just wouldn’t come out

and every time it happened the flower y/n gave him would murmur like it was trying to speak

he grabbed his notebook and thought back to that evening

his pen flew over the pages like it was natural

and before he knew it his song was here in his hands

it ended up being their title track

a story about unforgettable nights and a dream-like, eerie girl

he’s really proud of it

but the flower kept on whispering from time to time, he didn’t know why

one day where the flower was particularly chatty (?), he put it to his ear

what heard caught him completely off guard

it was the voice of the person he met that night

y/n’s

it was mixed with children’s voices, he figured the kids did go visit her in the end

he waited for the children to leave and then called her name once tentatively

a few seconds later, the same crystalline laugh answered him

“it took you long enough! but i’m glad you didn’t throw the rose away!”

he couldn’t believe it

she had given him a fairy phone???

a chuckle escaped his lips at her response

“i did!! of course, i do have a cell phone, but where would have the fun been in me just giving you my number?”

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