#She loved it and we make Tanis (?) jokes all the time
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Silly scenario I got from talking with my sister:
[Tank and Dezerte jokingly flirting w/ each other at the bistro]
Dezerte: Wow! I almost fell in love with you… Too bad you’re like. Ugly. Tank: 🤨 (he really felt like ☹️tho)
[LATER: The guild is here, they’re setting up camp]
Tank: You guys don’t think I’m ugly, right? Hana: *stares at him silently* Enid: *Glares at Hana briefly bc Hana did not need to do all that* No. Why? Who told you that? *(Automatically ready to kill)* Tank: No one. I was just wondering. Alope: 🤔 Alope: I think you’ve got a great personality…! :D Tank: …. Enid: … Tank: You did not just fucking say that. Enid: BE NICE ALOPE. Alope: WHAT? THAT WAS NICE!!! AT LEAST I ANSWERED *Glances at Hana* Enid: NOOO. That was MEAN! YOU AND HANA ARE BOTH MEAN! Hana: I DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING!
[Rare instance of Enid defending Tank and arguing w/Alope and Hana. Tank watches; offended. The moonlight makes Tank look blue and detached ]
[Suddenly lighting shifts to red, a campfire’s started. Ignis appears]
Ignis: If it’s any consolation, I find you very charming. Tank:…………………………
[They finish setting up the camp. Everyone is sleep, except Enid and Tank. They sit back to back, and Enid is about to fall asleep.]
Enid: *Yawning* Hey, sorry about those two… You still need to tell me who called you that so I can beat- Tank: Nah. Don’t worry. Enid: ? Tank: *Replaying the moment in his head* The old man handled it.
#I wanna draw this but the idea is rather drawn out *dadum tis*#Eocs#EOC: Tank#ME AND MY SISTER LIKE JOKINGLY SHIP IGNIS AND TANK 😳#All started bc a joke I made to her where Tank sees a picture of Ignis when he was young and unwittingly went: Who’s the hottie?#Alope: Tank………. That’s Ignis!#Tank: So what?#She loved it and we make Tanis (?) jokes all the time#Tanis? Ignk? INK?????#Bad idea for Tank to ask his guild anyway. They’re all mostly attracted to women or no one at all (Hana)#ragna ramblings#brainrot#Also Alope and Hana… once they’re used to Tank absolutely TROLL HIM WHY DID HE ASK THEM#They are his little sisters#I talk about my sis alot 🚺
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love at first sight: nolan moyle
tagging: @ivy-34, @francesfarhadi, @hzstry8, @cixrosie, @itsnotgray, @estapa94, @trevs-swiftie, @heartz4hisch
tani speaks: for some reason this didn’t post last night 🤷♀️ so here it is now!!
"okay y/n, the guys have just finished up training so I'll do a quick introduction and then we can do a formal introduction next session," your supervisor explained.
you nodded and followed her along into the locker room where some of the boys were just walking in.
you recognised some players from going to games and from some of your classes.
one of the boys, johnny, had waved over at you as he remembered you from his history of michigan athletes class.
as you were making your way over to the boy you were met with two sticks hitting your face.
one of the players had tripped and dropped their sticks causing them to hit you smack on your face.
"oh shit, i am so sorry," the guy apologised.
you handed him his sticks and gave him a smile.
sure you wanted to cry about it but you decided to be a big girl and suck it up. just until you got to your room at least.
"don't worry about it. i should've known the hazards of working with hockey players," you tried joking.
"yeah... um, my name's umm nick," he introduced himself.
you furrowed your eyebrows. you knew you got hit in the head but surely your memory wasn't that bad.
your supervisor had sent you the team roster and you were sure there were only two nicks and none of them looked like the guy standing in front of you.
"oh, i didn't know there were three nicks on the team," you mentioned.
'nick' started sputtering as he realised his mistake.
"oh, umm i'm not nick. that's nick i'm nolan," he corrected.
out the corner of your eye, you could see some. of the guys trying their hardest not to laugh at nolan.
"hi nolan, i'm y/n."
over the year you worked with the team you grew close to all of the boys. you cried when the seniors left and welcomed the freshmen with open arms.
but there was one freshmen you knew would annoy you as if his life depended on it.
"i just don't understand why you won't cook me food. don't you love me?" he asked.
"brendan brisson, i swear if you ask me to cook you dinner again your father will start receiving your body parts every month," you threatened.
the young boy put his arms up and backed away from you as you held a pair of scissors in your hand.
"now, you promised we would go out for dinner today so we will be going out for dinner," you repeated.
brendan nodded and smiled at you.
"aren't you lucky to spend so much time with your favourite godbrother? "
"i didn't know jordy was here,"
you were getting ready for your dinner with brendan whilst at the hockey house, brendan was having a meltdown.
"you don't understand, this. is lacy andrews. she is the hottest girl I have ever seen," brendan complained.
nolan just shook his head. in his opinion, brendan was already going to meet the hottest girl in the world.
"well, i'd go in your place but I've got to finish some work," owen apologised.
it was nick who volunteered nolan for the job.
"nolan's free so. he can go,"
before nolan could even react to the statement, brendan had pushed him out the front door with some cash in hand and the location of the restaurant.
inside the house, brendan gave nick a high-five as they watched nolan kick the ground before getting in his car and driving off.
nolan sat in his car for two minutes outside the restaurant before he gained the confidence to go in and see you.
you hadn’t noticed him walking in as you were on your phone, trying to figure out where brendan was. but the sound of the chair scrapping against the floor got your attention.
“oh, hi nolan!” you greeted as the older boy took a seat in front of you.
nolan smiled “hi y/n/n,”
the two of you didn’t mention the fact that he wasn’t who you were meeting until after you ordered your food.
“so, how did briss get you to come here?" you asked.
nolan almost choked on his drink at the abruptness of the question. you tried not to laugh, but the trails of coke falling from the side of his mouth caught you off guard.
“umm, he kinda said he was meeting you and i just agreed with him,” nolan explained after wiping his mouth.
you didn’t reply to him.
you just smiled at him and placed your hands on top of his.
the rest of dinner consisted of you and nolan poking fun at each other.
“so umm aren’t you mad brendan ditched your date?” he asked finally.
you turned in the passenger and raised your left eyebrow.
“me and briss on a date?”
“yeah, isn’t that why you guys were meeting tonight? i mean he went on a date with lacy andrews but i thought you guys were you know together,” nolan mumbled.
you let out a laugh, falling back into the passenger seat.
“that’s the funniest thing i’ve heard!”
“what do you mean?”
“brendan and i aren’t dating silly,”
“wait, what?” “but you guys are so close,”
you had to take a moment to stop laughing before you explained to nolan.
“briss’s dad is like best friends with my dad. when he found out i was going to mich and so was briss he wanted me to make sure i look after his son,”
“plus, i’m into older guys,” you added.
nolan just nodded.
an awkward silence filling the air as he pulled into your driveway.
“well i had a really fun night y/n,”
you leaned over the middle and placed a kiss near the corner of nolan’s mouth.
nolan didn’t let you get out the car as he pulled you in for a deeper kiss.
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Day 26 - zip - Vaile + Altani + Mogren + Cahsi + Luvon - G
Summary: Altani is having a fashion crisis. She needs the help of her friends.
No this is still not a continuation of the silly sleepover fic, sadly (Mogren ain’t around for that one), buuuut it does allow me to try to test the waters of them all interacting together! --
“Oof. Maybe I should have gone a size up.” “Nonsense. Skintight is in! It’s hot! This was definitely the right choice.” “Might I offer my tailoring skills? I brought my kit with me in case anyone needed modifications.” “Teehee, you look so different from normal, Tani! Are you sure you won’t burst the seams when you try flexing too hard, kupo?” Altani panicked, letting the dress slip down her waist again. “What!? Could that happen? I don’t have a backup dress, and you know I love flexing!” “Hmm.” Luvon reached for the dress and tested the ribbing area between his hands. “This material is quite stretchy. I do not think you have to fear that. If something happens, then I have my sewing kit, or maybe the party will have glamour plates for rent?” “If that were a thing at this party, then why did I even bother buying this dress from Hancock?” “Oh shit, you bought that from Hancock? No way he gave you a good deal on that. Should’ve gone through Tataru!”
Vaile briefly interrupted the goings-on with a loud sigh. “Tell me again: why did you insist I be here for this jester fest? I’ve been ready for a solid bell already and I’m the only one here not wearing a dress. I could’ve just met you all at–” “Excuse you, mister, my top half is a suit jacket just like yours!” Vaile rolled his eyes. Semantics. “And what’s that have to do with anything anyroad? I’m already dressed too! Plus, I know you. If we didn’t make you check in with us first, you wouldn’t have shown up at all. Besides, you promised.” Just because Cahsi was right didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. He scoffed. “Wow, one of you is finally ready. I feel so blessed and not at all bored.” “Oh, you want to know boredom, kid? Let me just reach over here to my precarious paperwork pile that’s a few moons overdue, lock you in the office with that until it’s done, and you’ll be begging to come back here to watch us get dressed!”
“Wh–no I would not. And don’t make me sound like a pervert! You all said you were decent, that’s the only reason I came in here–” Altani and Cahsi burst into laughter at the same time. “Haha, yeah, true. Just a joke. Though I dunno, you can see a lot of Altani’s back right now. Looking good by the way, Tani. You’ve got this!” Cahsi gave the slightly flustered au ra a thumb’s up as encouragement as the poor warrior strained again to try to get her dress on the rest of the way.
Mogren instinctually shielded Altani from Vaile’s view, even though he couldn’t care less about what any of them looked like in a state of undress.
“Cahsi, you should be careful about moving around too much yet in a crowded room. Remember, the paint is still dryi–”
“Why do you wait so long until it piles up anyway, you idio–” “Just let out your breath, Tani, I’m sure that’ll work–” “Oh!” A sharp inhalation of breath followed by a long exhale. “Whoops. Sorry. A moment too late, Lu. Think I smacked you there by accident.” The long-suffering sigh of someone who has too often had to wrassle a rowdy group of engineers into order. “Yes. That would be my shoulder. Well! No worries. How bad is the damage?” It was Vaile’s turn to laugh, though it certainly took on more of a mocking tone than the others’ had. “Oh, her entire left hand has to be redone! It’s all over your shawl. Now we can be even more late to this party that I didn’t even ask to go to!” “Well, you smart-mouthed punk, I don’t see you helping anyone getting ready! And stop complaining, kupo, nobody’s forcing you to attend!” Mogren shrieked, headbutting Vaile in the stomach. It did about as much damage as throwing a plushie version of a moogle would have. He grabbed the moogle and chucked them to the other side of the room, back to Altani’s side. He nearly whistled at the job well done. That spin on the moogle’s arc was beautiful. Mogren, dizzy from the actions of their rude acquaintance (friend status revoked until further notice!), knocked into Altani–who graciously gave them a nuzzle under the chin with one claw as comfort. The wind was a bit knocked out of their sails with that one, so they settled onto her shoulder, hmmphed! in Vaile’s general direction, and started braiding one of the long green and pink locks of hair she tended to keep in front of her face.
Hair styling duty was assigned to them, and so even if other things weren’t going to plan, Altani’s hair at least was going to look beautiful! (they’d already finished with the others. Cahsi’s hair was pinned back in a masculine style, with just a few little curls framing her face cutely. Luvon’s hair was extra fluffed up and flipped out with a few decorative pins. His hair was so short, it was done in a snap. Vaile–well, the grumpy-pants hadn’t let them touch his hair.) “Eh, just lose the shawl. We don’t have time to wash the nail paint off of it. I’m sorry, buddy,” Cahsi apologized, taking Luvon’s arm covering and tossing it in the general vicinity of her dirty laundry pile. “If you want to dig through my closet, feel free to borrow something that feels nice on your hands. I might even have a feather boa somewhere in there!” “Ooh, that would be delightful. Thank you, dear!” Luvon had been grumbling earlier about being forced to wear shoes for this event (curse these foot prison contraptions!), so having some sort of fabric he could play with in the downtime would help to distract him from his pinched toes. Cahsi reached for the red nail paint that had a loose cap but luckily had not tipped over and spilled during the frenzy of activity that was all of them trying to get ready for the past few bells. Cahsi had finished most of their makeup ages ago, at least–Vaile didn’t know it, but she was going to attack his face with some nice eyeliner and an eyebrow pencil before they left–but now she had to redo her nails. She got up to find the polish remover to start over on her left hand, pausing to turn up the orchestrion player while she was at it. She could barely hear any music over all this shouting since Vaile arrived.
As Cahsi settled back in to carefully fix her nails, Mogren had switched shoulders and was dutifully finishing up with the braids. Luvon was still digging through the closet. Altani was still struggling, to the point of embarrassment. Vaile really had nothing to do… “Ok, fine. Altani. Let me help you with your dress.” He told himself it was just fun to piss off Mogren further, getting in their space they clearly wanted Vaile out of. To rub it in their pom that this was something Vaile could do, that their little moogle hands were useless at. Mogren’s scowl (not that moogles really had the facial features to do so, but the feeling was there) combined with Altani’s gasp of delight was entertainment on its own. He smirked as he sidled up and took stock of the situation. “You just need me to zip it up, then?”
Vaile started without really waiting for confirmation, but damn was this one poorly made zipper. It kept getting stuck, and that had nothing to do with the size (though as pointed out earlier, it certainly was a skintight ensemble).
Altani nodded, causing Mogren to nearly tumble off her shoulder, still having their claws in her hair. “Right! I can’t really reach back there thanks to my copious musculature–” “She has wide shoulders and needs to stretch more,” Mogren deadpanned. “What are you, my mother? But yeah, that. I guess.” “You focus so much on strength training and then wave me off when I remind you to stretch, kupo! Don’t complain about tight hamstrings again to me.” “Healer’s recommendation: do the stretches. Anyroad, most people are unable to fasten their own dress up all the way on their own, regardless,” Luvon chimed in, now bedecked in one fabulously pink feather boa, and a bejeweled pair of star-shaped shades as well. “Cahsi, is it alright that I…?” He gestured toward the sunglasses on his face. This party was at night, but his eyes were so sensitive to light, so it wouldn’t hinder him to wear them. “Ooh, forgot I had those. Of course it’s good; nice choice!!” Cahsi approved. She had finished with her nails and was blowing on them to try to dry them a little faster. (Vaile was beginning to feel underdressed. What was the dress code for this party, again? Cahsi looked like she was going to an eternal bonding ceremony as both the bride and groom, Luvon was as colorful and bedazzled as a worker at a Skyrise Celebration Fête, and Altani was trying to slip into a sultry evening gown with a leg slit for days. Vaile’s own button-down shirt and vest seemed substandard, but that was fine. The less attention on him, the better.) “See? It’s not just the stretches.” Altani stuck her tongue out at Mogren as Vaile continued to fiddle with the zipper. He got increasingly frustrated as the zipper continued to snag. He didn’t want to break it, but it refused to cooperate and he couldn’t be held accountable for what he’d do to it if it continued to defy him. He finally dragged Luvon over wordlessly by the arm to give it a go. The guy may have been the shortest of their group, but he was also stronger than Vaile (not that he’d admit it out loud), and he was the resident clothing expert. If anyone could get the dress fastened, it was him, surely? “...” “What’s the problem?” “You may have forgotten, but Altani is almost twice my height. I can’t go any higher.” Luvon demonstrated, reaching as far as he could with the zipper, which was still only up to the bottom of Altani’s shoulder blades (and the dress was meant to zip up to her hairline). “Yeah you dumb-dumb, give him a boost!” Mogren helpfully suggested. “There is no need for name-calling, and no, that will not be necessary. I am sure Cahsi has a stool around here somewhe��eep!” Too late! Vaile didn’t want to wait any longer. He’d already been milling about for an entire bell, and Cahsi’s room was such a disaster zone right now, who knew how long it’d take to find a stool. He lifted Luvon up around the waist so he could reach the rest of Altani’s dress. “Before you say anything, I know. Just do the rest,” Vaile said before Luvon could pipe up about the various furniture around the room he could have used instead of this truly undignified alternative and lack of respecting boundaries. Cahsi coughed to stifle a laugh, and Altani did her best to stay still, but her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed how amusing she found the mental image of what was happening behind her. Mogren was under no obligation to stay quiet, and their squeaky little laughs were the only sound for a moment until Luvon complied. One, two, three seconds. A bit more snagging, but he did it. “Please put me down now, Vaile. And ask next time!” Luvon tapped Vaile’s wrists impatiently. “Right. Sorry. Thanks.” Vaile’s social blunder tricked him into polite terms. After all, he had just manhandled the guy and demanded he help.
Once safely back on the ground, Luvon dusted himself off and offered a smile. “You’re welcome. Now, Tani, how does the dress feel? The fit seems rather agreeable, for the style. There weren’t any extra fabric bunches or too much strain. I’d say Hancock got your measurements just right, somehow…” “Yeah, let’s not think about that. Just promise not to go back to him again for clothes, he’s a creep,” Cahsi shuddered. Altani did a little twirl, showing off the dress to the room. The others gave their praises. Mogren had finished her braids during everything else, and pulled them back into the rest of her hair, which lay atop her head in a bun with some additional braids surrounding it. “It feels great! Though from now on maybe I’ll stick to shopping with my friends and trying on garments before buying. Good teamwork on the dress, you two! Though Lulu did most of the work, ha!” “And what about me, kupo?” “Fantastic, flawless, amazing job, Ren!” Altani had gotten a hand mirror at some point and was admiring the braids with a sparkle in her eye. The moogle puffed up at the praise. Vaile clapped his hands together loudly, once. “Yep, the dress looks great. Well, now that everyone seems ready, why don’t we get this show on the road?”
He expected everyone to agree and for them all to file out the door at a rapid pace (he was unsure about Mogren, actually–was Cahsi going to cast a concealing or trans-mog-rification spell on them? Or would they be ditching the puffball for the night?). Instead, everyone was giving him an appraising look. “We can’t have you leaving the house like that, Vaile. Just a few little touches should do!” Cahsi shook her head, grabbing her makeup bag. “Wouldn’t you like to have pretty nails like the rest of us?” Luvon was suddenly holding two different dark shades of nail paint out in front of him. “I think you owe Mogren a little apology for throwing them earlier. How’s about a little styling session?” Altani held up a comb and some pins, while Mogren had a bottle of hairspray and was cackling maniacally. It was a completely unfair fight, four against one. Vaile didn’t stand a chance.
#ffxivwrite2024#ffxivwrite#ok it's hard to write groups of people but this was super fun!#ffxiv oc#mango writes#cahsi theia#vaile drousaire#altani wu#mogren#luluvon luvon#lmao at cahsi calling vaile a kid#she's like 31 now and he's 24 (roughly for both of them) so like. Not a huge age gap. But yeah lol. Luvon is the oldest of them at 35 ish.#well ok no mogren is the oldest at a few hundred or something. and then altani is 26 ish.#these ages are based on dawntrail though I guess I don't specify when this is happening.
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Hades Playlist - ii.
NOW PLAYING: Vampire [Dominic Fike]
cw; nothing really, very small mentions of manipulation and murder
an: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPLOAD , THINGS GOT BEHIND SCHEDULE :(
“The curious are always in some danger. If you are curious, you might never come home.” – Jennette Winterson
She couldn’t get him off her mind; ever since she met him, all her thoughts have led back to the droopy eyes and the slick back hair that seemed a lot softer than what the gel presented it as. The whole idea of her thoughts tracing back to the eldest of the Haitani’s and her heart beats mimicking each time the octave of his voice dropped with every word he spoke to her, made yn almost forget all the rules her big brother placed when it comes to men.
Why does she yearn to be in the presence of someone who would not hesitate to take her life for a laugh amongst his gang? Why does she want to run into the back allies of each street in hopes of accidentally bumping into him? Why isn’t she able to use common sense and erase the memory of him out of her head? Why does she feel like fate has strung their paths together on purpose? Why – you know what? Maybe she latched onto Ran so fast in hopes of forgetting someone else that continued to plague her mind daily. Maybe she is becoming obsessed with idea of someone not seeing her as a kid. That has to be it, right? Ran, ‘Tani-Senpai,’ shares the same interest and even wants to talk to her later as if they have been old friends. That has to be it —
“Yn!” her brother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Are you okay, ya idiot?” She took note that everyone at the table was staring at her, waiting for her to answer Draken’s question. “You’ve been spacing out since we got here,” Draken frowned as he plucked a piece of food from her plate, “are you sure that nothing happened on your bike ride to the shop?”
“If you were riding to the shop, I would have gladly picked you up,” Inupi chimed in with a soft smile. “I told you to treat me like I’m another older brother.”
“Hm,” yn hummed while avoiding eye contact with the blonde man, “wanted to surprise my troll of a brother and I figured you were off because its Tuesday.”
“Ah,” Inupi gently laughed as he watched her play with her food, “you remembered my schedule?”
Of course, she remembered his schedule. Yn knew almost everything about him; from the origins of his beautiful burn mark to his favorite snack in the vending machine back at the shop, yn knew and fell in love with it all. Draken always teased her about being in love with Mikey or Hakkai since she always seemed relaxed around them, but little did he know that his little sister was in love with his best friend and business partner.
“I’m honestly shocked that you kept it the way you did,” yn side-eyed him as she raised the other hand to pick at the bandages that wrapped along the underside of her jaw, “but at the same time, I’m not that shocked considering old people love to stick to their schedules. Wouldn’t want you straining your back, Oji-chan.”
Inupi laughed – God, she loved that laugh - whole heartedly to the point he began choking on his food. Of course, sitting with their friends and family, Inupi’s contagious laugh spread amongst the others and the people around them either ignored it very well or gave them silent glares in hopes they would stop; surprise, they did not. Hell, if anything, it got worse – so much worse – to the point that Mikey, Takemichi, and Chifuyu all fell out of their chairs.
“I – what did I say that was so funny?” yn pouted as she fished her phone out of her pocket, “I just called him the old man he was.”
“That’s why, brat,” draken flicked her forehead and chuckled, “we had made a few bets on what you would say when Inupi had talked to you. Surprisingly, Mitsuya guessed you would have called him a grandpa.” Draken and the others proceeded to give Mana’s big brother 200 yen as they got up off the floor and calmed down.
“So, Yn,” Takemichi looked her in the eyes with a dopey flushed face.
“Watch it ‘ Mitchy,” Kazutora playfully warned, “don’t wanna embarrass the poor girl since she just got back.”
“What is it, crybaby,” she asked hesitantly as she scanned over his face, noting signs of mischief lurking in the corners of his smile. “It better not be something stupid, or else I’m telling Hina-san about what you did last time you came over to the shop.”
“Oi, you’re so mean – just like your brother,” Takemichi pouts and fans his hands towards you, “but it’s just a simple question, neh.”
Yn enjoyed Takemichi’s presence more than someone from an outside point of view would have thought. He always served as a hero in her eyes as he saved Mikey from the dark path he began to walk and how he constantly reminded her brother on how much his deceased lover, Sano Emma, watches over him and guides him to all the good things that happens in his life. He was an amazing guy and one that she wished had set her expectations for her taste in men, but her heart yearns for those who are completely out of her grasp.
“Just ask or else I’m calling Hina-san,” yn smirked as she brought her phone screen into view for Takemichi to see that “Hina-san <3” contact was pulled up and only one press away from being dialed.
“Oh, you bully!” Takemichi sighed dramatically, “I was just going to ask how long you have been into gilfs?” Draken choked on his drink and Pah-chin was patting his back in hopes of easing the rough coughs. Everyone at the table began to cause even more ruckus with tears of laughter as yn sat there dumbfounded.
“w-what,” she scratched her head and looked around the table in hopes of someone taking note of her clear ignorance at the word that Takemichi had claimed her to be attracted to. Since no one answered, she decided to speak on her own, “what the hell is a gilf?” Much to yn’s dismay, the table went silent for a brief second before bursting out into an even louder fit of laughter. “Well?! What the hell is it?”
“Yn, love,” Smiley spoke between hiccups and giggles, “it’s the same thing as a Dilf or Milf, but for old people.” After he finally finished his sentence, he leaned against his twin and laughed even harder.
“I-,” yn stood up and threw her dirtied napkin and spoon at the man who made the joke, “I’m not attracted to gilfs you fuckin idiot.” Yn moved behind Takemichi and put him in a headlock, “what made you even think to say that ya CD sellin’ pervert.”
“Oi,” Draken said from above her, “let ‘Mitchy go or else I’m taking you back all the way to Fukurodani and asking them to volunteer you for the summer school tutoring.” Yn dropped her arms in defeat and made her way back to her seat. “And you,” Takemichi looked up at her brother with a teary-eyed smile, “go clean your hair up before your wedding. It’s in three days and anyone can tell you pick at your split ends during your down time at work.” Draken laughed as Takemichi’s expression turned into a pout and he began punching Draken’s solid abdomen.
“Oh,” Angry stood up abruptly, “yn, could I see ya outside really quick?” Despite his rough tone, everyone knew he was asking in the kindest way possible.
“Yeah, sure,” yn got up with a pout and made her way to the exit with Angry trailing her with a hand on her mid-back. She was confused as to why they went outside at such a fast pace, but she just assumed that Angry wanted peace and quiet away from the others. “So,” yn smiled at the younger twin, “what did you – why is your face angrier than usual?” She titled her head at the man but he was quick to grab her hand and guide her towards his bike.
“Hop on,” he straddled the seat and waited for her to do the same, “don’t worry, Draken texted me to take you back to me and Nahoya-nii’s shop. So… hurry up, please.” Souta stopped her right before she got on and placed a helmet on her head, “safety first because I’ll hurt you if you get hurt,” he said as he proceeded to adjust the straps enough to keep her safe and comfortable. “Get on, Princess,” he kicked up the kick stand and took off fast out the parking spot.
“So – uh,” yn spoke aloud as they arrived at a stop light, “why did nii-chan tell ya to take me to the shop… I wasn’t done eating.” She felt her stomach rumble and she pressed her cheek to Angry’s leather cladded shoulder blade and readjusted her grip on his waist as they began moving towards the backroads to get to the Kawata’s Ramen shop.
“I’ll make you a bowl when we get there,” he relaxed his upper body so yn wasn’t laying against hard muscles, “and we left because everyone kept staring at you.”
“Psh,” yn rolled her eyes, “they were staring because I am a strong, independent woman who managed to put a MAN in a headlock like a bad bi-.”
“Enough of your ‘bad bitch’ talk, I believe you, but I promise you that was not the reason.” Angry spoke through a breathy laugh, “the cook and the table in the corner was kept looking over you. Don’t you think it was weird how when they brought our orders out and Draken said your rice was missing an egg and the cook came out and apologized himself?”
Yn pondered on the question for a bit but then shook her head gently and nuzzled inbetween the center of Angrys’s back, “no, to be honest, I thought that the cook just hates when he messes up. It can’t be that deep, yanno? Oh! Maybe they mistook me as an idol?” She felts Angry’s laugh bubble from his chest to his shoulder blades; Souta’s laugh honestly made her feel like her jokes were genuinely funny to listen to.
“Hate to break it to you,” Angry brought the bike to a gentle stop as the arrived towards the ramen shop, “but you don’t present yourself as the ideal image of the idol you probably think you are.” Yn joined Souta in the small fits of laughter as she gently punched him in his side.
“Oh, shut up,” she let out a soft breath as she hopped off and carried the helmet with her as she made her way to the employee back door. “Open up, yeah? ‘M reeeeeally hungry.”
“Already ahead of you, ya dumb brat,” Angry bumped his hip gently against yn’s and unlocked the door and pushed her inside. They placed their helmets and jackets off in the staff room and made their way towards the kitchen where she sat at bar stools and Angry started up the stove to boil a few eggs and moved to chop up some green onions. “You want beef or chicken, idiot?”
“Sheesh, souta-kun, if ya wanted to marry me – just say that,” Yn teased as she propped her head onto her two hands, “your terms of endearment have been getting sweeter and sweeter by the minute~ but! I do want chicken please, been not feelin like eating cow and pigs lately.”
“Yer annoying,” angry threw a small, chopped onion at her, “in your dreams I’d marry you. Plus, I KNOW I’m not your type. You go for mechanics with burn marked boys that work with your brother -,”
“OKAY, NOT NEEDED,” Yn pressed her face to the counter, “asshole… He’s my type, but I’m not his. He’s like, Makima and I’m Denji… please tell me you understand that because it’s the best I got.”
“I understand it, and I just want to say that that is the most tragic thing I have heard from you in a while – oh, but back to the restaurant,” Angry said as he slid a small chocolate mochi from out the freezer and towards yn on a cute, small plate, “there was a customer who went into the back the second he heard that your order was wrong. I thought it was weird because what cook comes out that frightened when they get someone’s order wrong, but then your brother texted me saying that every man there had their eyes on you as if they were in charge of watching your every move. At first, Hakkai noticed some of the men sporting a ‘Bonten’ tattoo on their wrist, so we thought maybe they were after Mikey, but then Mitsuya texted us when he went to the bathroom that he heard some of the guys saying your name. Once that was said, Draken immediately told me to take you away from there… I do have a question for you though.” Angry began whipping up the ramen in the most tasteful way and side-eyeing the young ryuguji, “did you by chance get into it with a few Bonten member’s when you first got here? Is that why you’re all bandaged up?”
“Souta,” yn felt her heartbeat pick up but remained composed, “nothing happened with what ever ‘Bonten’ members… you know how weird some gangs are…”
“I trust you, brat,” Angry’s frown deepened once he noticed that the eggs were ready to be cut and the chicken was ready to be fried, “I just don’t want to lose another family member, okay? We babies have to stick together.” With that, he paid no mind to the situation, making a small mental note to tell Draken that one of the members there probably just thought yn was pretty. “Oh,” Souta looked back at yn, “one more thing.”
“Y-yeah, of course,” yn snapped her eyes to meet his gaze, nervous that he might have picked up on the fact that she lied about not coming into contact with any members when she first arrived, “what’s up stinky?”
“Just be careful,” Angry passed her a water bottle, “don’t trust anyone who isn’t in our toman family; especially not a Bonten member. He’ll take you in, manipulate you into believing you can’t live without him, and sell you off with no cares in the world. That is, if you’re lucky enough not to be killed in the middle of the street for entertainment.” Souta turned back around to finish up the ramen.
“Yeah,” yn felt a chill go down her back, “I’ll be careful… I promise.” She honestly didn’t know how to feel, after all, she just met with the man who presented her with an unrequited love, another man who made her heart yearn to lurk into the depths of the shadows, and someone whom she considered family just told her that one of those men would lead her onto a road of misfortune. Lost in her thoughts, she felt her phone vibrate in her back pocket. She pulled on it and felt her stomach drop as she was greeted with two notifications.
Draken bacon >:D : You okay kid? We’re heading to the restaurant right now, ‘m sure nothing was wrong – just wanted ya to be safe. me and inupi there in a bit, the other boys are getting stuff together for our dinner tonight. don’t annoy angry too much <3
Tani-senpai <3: why did you leave so soon pretty girl? Didn’t mean to alarm you, but I sent your picture to quite a few of my juniors and underlings, delinquents if you will – just wanted them to know not to touch what isn’t theirs. N e Wayz, I have time now, do you want to call now?
Were the gods telling her to remember her caring brother’s rules on men or to listen to faint voice of curiosity that lingered in her young and ignorant mind?
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Aaahhh Laura ok so I said I would send my thoughts once the wedding chapters were finished hehe 👀!
I loved how Solara had asked all her friends for little things to help with the wedding (Tani with the bouquet, Neva with the Diamonds) it was so sweet and so cute and I think it made the whole wedding even more special 🥺💕!
I also loved the talk between Solara and her dad, because it showed that, even though he loved her and respected her choice to stay in Clover even though it made him sad and I can just imagine how upset he (and Celeste) were to lose not one, but *two* daughters in a such a short amount of time. But at least they can be comforted by the fact that the sisters are not alone in Clover, they have their husbands and each other to lean on!
I *loved* Solara’s wedding dress! I remember the art you made and, once I read the description of it, I could easily see it in my head 🥰! I love the letter Solara wrote to Fue as well, even though they both know he wouldn’t ever run away, i think it was still so cute and so sweet 💕!
Now the reception hehe 👀. I loved how after the wedding the girls were all just sitting around chatting and relaxing, it was so sweet! Also I could just feel the tension between Lena and Rory, and I could see where both girls were coming from! I also loved how Neva, Tani, and Josele all could empathize with Rory about not really being used to balls and parties and I think it made her think about not “being seen around” the wedding even though she was present!
THE BOUQUET TOSS ABJWSH!! I love how each lady kind of had a “strategy” to catch it and the one who actually caught it was Nacht who was just like “um…what is this?” and all but one person found it amusing 🤣, poor Nacht was so confused but was like “well, I *was* wanting to talk to you about this” 👀😂, and YAMI STEALING SOLARA’S HAIR PIECE OMG 😭🤣!! I could see him totally doing something like that unintentionally, he’s just like “oh this is nice and fits Charlotte” and just plucks it out of her hair 😭! He was lucky Charlotte wasn’t there otherwise she would of had a fit!!
And the talk between Fue and Lara’s family was amazingly written, because all the points they’re making are valid (ie; the country being unstable, feeling nervous and upset about their girls living in foreign lands, them not taking their places in Thea like they thought) but at the end of the day all they want is for Lara and Lena to be happy and, even if it upsets and worries them, i don’t think they’ll stand in the way of their children’s happiness.
Also the strawberries 👀 “as a thirst begun tormenting him. And this thirst, wouldn’t be quenched by none other than her.” Mhmm we see you Fue 👀😏!
These were amazing chapters dear and I’m sorry I’m behind on both this and Embers 😭! But since COTF is nearly done I now have more time to read hehe 👀😁! I can’t wait to see what all comes next and what all lies ahead for the newlyweds 🥰!
I'm super happy that you liked the little details! ^^ First I thought about them just being a part of the wedding, and not doing "work" for it, but it was the perfect opportunity to showcase the fact that each of them do have their own talents and things they're good at.
Yeah, Arcturus is having hard time with this, but at least he's had the opportunity to talk to Fue about it (he might or might not be more salty at Nozel, due to... a lot of reasons XD). And though he is a father, a protective one, he can also be reasonable. Meaning that he can't claim (just like Celeste) that these two wouldn't have worked to be here. They deserve to be here, enjoying their wedding day, even if it's a bittersweet moment for Arcturus. (Plus, it doesn't mean that he couldn't still have well-intentioned fun on Fue's expense.)
Aaaaa thank youuuu!! I had so much fun with that letter. The whole joke of "you better not make a run for it" is there just for fun, but I imagine that the nervousness people feel on their wedding day has something to do with, for some reason, being turned down. Which like... almost never happens at the altar (I've only heard of one wedding where the bride said "I don't" instead of "I do", but apparently that was an arranged marriage more of less, and the bride felt that the only way she could get it across to her parents was to stand in front of all the guests and quite clearly say "I do not".) Anyways... I really did have so much fun with it, and I'm happy to hear that you liked it!!
Lena is the more quick tempered one of the family, but she does care for her sisters. And the dynamic I'm trying to create between the sisters, is supposed to be as realistic as possible. Because Lena is sad that she doesn't see Rory that much, even if it's due to duties and life in general. And Rory is sad about it too, but... it's what it is.
I'm glad that it was understandable where both of them were coming from! Because Rory wouldn't miss such a big day (especially since Lena eloped, of which Rory is secretly a bit hurt), but she also doesn't, as she said it, want to be on display. Like she doesn't care if people see her, or look at her necessarily, but the idea of being in a ball room, in fancy clothes and standing like a statue and trying to appear overly important is what she hates.
YEAH! XD XD I was imagining him standing there as multiple eyes just kind of dart to him! But he's probably used to something like that with living with the Bulls ^^'
Yeah! Yami just really went like "well, we're supposed to catch this, so I caught it". *yoink* XD He really didn't think too much of it, but he can see when he has stepped over his boundaries. Char would tho! And she'll probably let Yami hear about it after she learns the full story.
That scene I completely winged, but I did want to do something between Mama Equinox and Fue, because... Celeste's supposed to be the family matriarch ^^' There really hasn't been enough exchanges between the two, but they've all been tied to a lot of things lately, so it's understandable. And Cel does trust her husband's judgement so... Y'know. But. I. Am. Overjoyed. That. You. Thought. It. Was. Well. Written. (*happy scream*)
Yes. The strawberries~
No worries! Take your time! I know I haven't been able to read everything I'd like to read, because creating at a steady pace along with life itself, just doesn't... work. Most of the time.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! COTF is soon done! Like yeah, all good things come to an end, but it's been a wonderful ride! Can't wait to see what happens! And thank you~
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You look cute
Tanizaki Junichirou x Tachihara Michizou
Tattoo parlor x Flower shop AU, meeting, fluff
Junichirou was a very simple person.
He loved his sister, his friends and his job.
He was a florist for one of the best flower shops in town.
Junichirou was currently working on a arrangement for one of their frequent customers. It was a old man that came by every week or so to get a small arrangement for his wife. They had been together for over 50 years now.
The redhead smiled down at the arrangement he just finished.
Their relationship is so sweet...I wish I could have that...
“Tanizaki! You’re back here, right?“
The man in question turned around to see his best friend Atsushi waving at him from the front of the shop.
The redhead nodded and walked out of the back room to the front the shop.
It wasn’t the biggest size wise and it was stacked with plants but it felt as much as home as the little apartment he and Naomi lived in.
„Aku is taking me out on a date. Could you cover my shift for today? Only if you're finished of course!“
„Sure thing, Atsushi! Don’t worry you’ll be fine!“
“Thanks you’re the best!“ the white haired boy then vanished into the back with a big smile on his face.
The older of the two looked at the closing door with a soft smile.
He had sadly been on the receiving end of most of his coworkers rants about this guy he constantly butted heads with but still somehow thought was kind of cute. It actually hadn't been that long ago when Atsushi had finally mastered the courage to ask Akutagawa out.
Junichirou was happy for him (also maybe because he wouldn't get random 3am calls of Atsushi screaming about said boy anymore...hopefully).
Since it was the late afternoon the shift didn't have many customers.
There was the old man coming to get his arrangement, a young man buying the classic (roses), a bride that came to check up on a few things and a mother and her little daughter who bought a couple of single flowers.
Junichirou helped them all and then sat back just scrolling on his phone.
He was just looking at the clock and realizing he should slowly start to close the shop, when the little bell above the stores door jingled.
The florist looked up to see a man standing slightly awkward in the door.
...a very handsome man.
He was around Junichirou's hight, with red hair some shades darker than Junichirou. The man wore a cropped green jaket and a white V-neck shirt as well as...a band aid on his nose?
Wierd fashion choice...b ut it doese look good on him.
He'd look good in everything.
Jun we don't even know his name!
I'm just saying!
Junichirou shook his head to get rid of his thoughts as he put on a smile again.
"May I help you?"
The man jumped a little but then went up to the desk at which the other redhead was sitting.
"Uh yeah. I think you can." Junicirou chuckled. "And how?"
The man rolled his eyes but his cheeks were tinted a light pink.
"I just need an arrangement for the front window of the place I work at." "Oh so you can say stuff that makes sense!"
Junichirou was usually not like this, especially to customers. He didn't know what it was about this guy that made it so easy for him to tease and joke but if he was honest...he liked it.
The redhead in front of him snorted and raised an eyebrow.
"So now that we've established that-" Junichirou stood up and grabbed his notebook and pen. "-what's the style you're going for?"
"Well it's a tattoo shop-" "The one down the street?" "-Uh yeah. Do you know it?"
The florist tapped his pen on the notebook.
"Yeah my coworkers boyfriend works there..." ,he mumbled as he walked over to some of the flowers in he coner that might be of intrest for the man.
"Oh-um well then if you've been there before you should know what type of aesthetic, I guess, we are going for, right?"
Junichirou hummed.
"'kay so I have some ideas. The thing is just you came very shortly before closing and frankly I have a sister at home that will beat the shit out of me if I'm not back on time so-"
The redhead went into the back to get his bag.
"_don't worry I'll have the arrangement finished tomorrow at noon. I'll just need you to write down your name and if you want it to be brought to the shop of course where the shop is. Please make it fast I can't be late."
The taller man in front of him looked slightly speachless but then seemed to regain his mind because he started writing the information down on the pice of paper JUnichirou had given him.
Tachihara Michizou, huh?
I'll remeber that...
Tachihara seemed to linger for a few seconds too long until he then turned around and walked to the shops door.
"Oh yeah by the way."
JUnichirou looked back up.
"You look cute." ,he winked. "Well see ya sometime, Red!"
JUnichirou just looked at the door closing with his mouth open.
"Wha-what the fuck just happned?!"
Honestly Junichirou was just confused.
He walked the short way to his and Naomi’s apartment without paying attention to anyrhing, nearly getting hit by a car.
He was so distracted that even completely ignored his sister who jumped to hug him the second he opened the door, which wasn’t good.
“Hey! Are you ignoring me?!“
“H-huh? Oh! Sorry Naomi!“
“Something must have happned at work today.“ the redhead could feel his cheeks heating up. „So I’m right!“
“Yeah ok ok you’re right.“ Junichirou walked around his sister into the kitchen, where he opened the cupboard to get out two bowls.
“So tell me!“
„You‘re a noisy one, aren’t you?“ „Hey! Don’t be mean to your adorable little sister!“
The siblings sat down as the water started to boil.
There was a comfortable silence between them even if Junichirou could practically feel Naomi‘s questions floating in the air.
“Ok it has to do with a customer.“ Naomi gave the happy little squeak she always gave when he told her, as she called it, „The tea“ from work.
“So I was just about to close where this guy came in.“ his sister seemed to visibly get even more intrigued.
„He was like really handsome. He was tall, had red hair, intense eyes and I’m pretty sure he wore eyeliner. He had an interesting fashion style and had a bunch of tattoos, because he works at the tattoo parlor Atsushi‘s boyfriend also works at.“
Naomi hummed with a smirk on her lips, as she held her head in her hands.
“Well he walked in last minute and asked for an arrangement for the front of their parlor. And of course I was like: „sure I’ll do it. It’ll be done by tomorrow just give me the name of the place and I’ll deliver it“, right?“ Naomi nodded.
“And everything is fine everything is normal.“ his sister raised an eyebrow. „Ok normal with a little bit more blushing.“
“Anyway! He walks out but just before he leaves he turns around to me and says, and I quote: „You look cute.“ and then he winked at me and left!“
The black haired girl in front of him gasped. „He winked?! No he didn’t!“ „Yes he did!“ „Oh god!“
The water was finally done boiling so Junichirou stood up to get it and finish their dinner.
“Well he seems to like you. Wait- did you get his name?“ „Uh- yeah I did. I need it for the delivery and everything, remember?“ „Yeah yeah. So what is it?“ „Tachihara…Michizou Tachihara.“
Even if Junichirou didn’t like the expression on his sisters face he just ignored it and sat down in front of her with the food.
„Good Morning Jun!“
„AHH Oh god Naomi don’t scare me like that!“
“Yeah yeah whatever. Come on I need to show you something!“
„Wait don’t I need to go to-wait it’s 6am. What the fuck Are you doing awake?“ „Pssst!“
Naomi basically ran through their small apartment dragging a very tried Junichirou behind her.
On the small couch the siblings own sat a girl with red glasses, long brown hair and tried looking green eyes.
Haruno, his sisters girlfriend.
„Good morning Haruno.“ „Good Morning Junichirou“, she said giving him a small smile. They suffered together by the hands of the one, Naomi Tanizaki.
“We found something out. Sit down.“ The black haired girl grabbed to open laptop sitting on the table in front of the couch.
With „we“ she probably mean Haruno, and she was just cuddling her half the time…
“Michizou Tachihara, 22 years of age, Tattoo artist. He’s currently single and a bisexual. He has been working at Port tattoo for about 2 or 3 years, not sure about that one. He’s pretty good friends with someone called Gin Akutagawa, but don’t worry they have a girlfriend.“
“Also before you ask: yes Gin is related to Atsushi‘s boyfriend. They are siblings“, Naomi‘s girlfriend piped up.
Junichirou was just stunned.
“Wha-what? When? How? Did you guys even sleep?!“
“No we did not but that is not important! What’s important is that we now know that he is single and probably attracted to you.“
He had no words.
Junichirou was distracted again.
He was just working on an arrangement for a handsome bisexual guy who told him he looked cute…
What the actual fuck?!
He took a step back.
The arrangement was beautiful, one of his best works he’d say.
A lot of dark blues and purples.
The hyacinths blending beautifully with the cornflowers. Just all in all pretty.
Sure he thought it was kind of embarrassing adding the cornflowers, he knew a lot about flower language after all but most of his customers didn’t really care especially for these types of jobs so the redhead bushed those thoughts to the back of his head.
Junichirou took a deep breath.
Lets do this!
Be confident!
He took the arrangement.
The walk wasn’t going to be long so it was fine for him to just carry it.
“Ok I’m off, Atsushi! See you in a bit!“ „Yeah sure thing, Tani!“
…
The walk to the tattoo parlor was blurr and now he was standing in front of it.
Oh fucking god-
Deep breaths Junichirou
Deep breaths
And he walked in.
“Hello how can I help you?“
The woman at the front was a little older than him, had blond hair that she had in a bun and had warm brown eyes. She looked nice.
“Uh I need to talk to uhm Tachihara?“
She eyed him a little bit visibly inspecting the vase in his hand.
She gave him a smirk.
“Yeah he should be free I’ll tell him.“
“Thank you…“
He had only ever been in here once. He had to wait in the front room as Atsushi and Akutagawa were at each other’s throats agin. Oh how happy he was they were dating now. Less fighting…less.
The place looked nice though.
Even if it had a rather cool color palette with a lot of blues, purples and blacks it still seemed very cozy and the seats were the softest things Junichirou‘s ass had ever touched.
Some of the work by the artist that worked here was displayed on the walls. These people were so goddamm talented.
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ALL I COULD EVER WANT
ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴄ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ɪᴅᴏʟ...ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɢʀᴏᴜᴘᴍᴀᴛᴇs ᴘᴀʏᴇᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ..
ᴀʟʟ ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴠsʟᴀᴛᴛᴀᴇ
Paring: Taehyung x Reader
Warnings: ( fluff omg...) taehyung being a softie again, the first L words, jk threatening tae (it’s a joke), taehyung introducing you to tanie :), shower stuff :p, oral (male receiving), light fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it plz),soft thrusts, and a lot of kissing :D
chapter 11. all i could ever want.
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Getting up earlier was a pain in your ass especially because minnie hated waking up. She was spoiled rotten, hated walking unless you gave her a treat, but overall she was a sweetheart being friendly with everyone.
Jumping into the shower at 7:45 AM, washing your hair and doing your routine. Getting dressed in a big white long sleeve shirt detailed with roses and flowers, paired with a pair of shorts and checkered vans and nike socks seeing as you and date weren’t the formal date attire kind of people. Minnie on the other hand her ears peppered in tiny red bows and the flower collar and leash your mom bought her.
About 10 minutes later Taehyung gives you the heads up he’s outside waiting for you to come out. bending down to talk to minnie she watches you with playful eyes and a wagging tail.
“okay minnie there’s a man outside, his name is taehyung he has a doggie too..his name is yeontan okay? I can trust you’ll be on your best behavior” you smile as she somewhat understands ushering you to the door while her tail wags furiously.
Stepping out of the apartment doors for your skin to meet the warm rays of the sun, taehyung is standing there bag in one hand and a tiny brown fluffy dog. His smile brightens as he watches you and minnie walk together her face smiling as she approaches yeontan with a sniff.
“Hi baby and hi minnie” he pecks you on the cheek while he bends down to softly pet minnie.
“Hi tae...and hi yeontan...oh my goodness your so cute just like your dad” you giggle taking taes arms to loop around yours as the four of you walk together...like a real family.
He tells you jokes and compliments you seeing as you both dressed almost the same, smiling the whole way as you walk through the park sprung up with patches of flowers.
“so mister pretty, what are we doing today?” you look up at him with a smile on your face admiring the soft curls that adored his face much like the color of tanie.
Pulling you closer to him he replied “ we’re having a picnic silly just like our first date.” you giggle watching your dogs walk side by side.
Taehyung was a little picky about picking the spot to roll the blanket out making sure there weren’t a lot of bugs and not a lot of sunshine...it had to be perfect. Once the magical spot was found watching kids play at the playground and you two munching on whatever taehyung brought.
“You should have told me to bring something baby..” you pouted minnie automatically whining at the face taehyung pulled on your face.
He chuckles “i’m sorry minnie...your moms a big baby” he pulls you in for a soft kiss, yeontans paws at minnies face when she lies down to enjoy the sunlight soaking it through her smooth curls, as she lays in your lap.
“Awe i’m sorry Tantan...she gets sleepy so easily just like me .” he whined crawling over to your side only inches away from your baby leaning against taes shoulder as he enjoys the day with you.
“this so far my favorite date...and i like tantan stole my heart” you push the small curls out of his face to gaze at his chocolate colored eyes.
Out of nowhere you hear you name being called by a squeak of a little kid no doubt. Looking up searching for the child that screamed your name it was none other than Felixs little niece Yoosung.
“shit..” you whisper tae automatically noticing the man that followed the child running up to you.
“i’ll play nice but he needs to go sooner than later.” he whispers kissing your cheek laying down to bask in the sunlight.
“ unnie y/n!” yoosung calls out.
“hi pretty look at you! you’ve gotten so big oh my” you giggle as she pets your head.
“i missed you..h-how come yo-you never co-come around anymore unnie?” she looks at you with sad eyes and it breaks your heart looking at the man behind her.
“things happened yoosungie...i missed you too i have but...unnie had to leave..” you smile at the child.
“hi y/n” felix looks at you when his heart drops..he knows he couldn’t tell her that her uncle cheated and that’s why y/n isn’t here anymore.
“who’s that unnie?” she points to taehyung with a giggle.
“oh this is my big baby taehyungie...” he smiles watching felix with perfected movements.
“is he your boyfriend too?” she rubs her hands over your leg staring at taehyung with a confused smile on why he kisses you like lix.
“Yoosungie...me and felix aren’t together anymore...he did something and that hurt me very bad...” she looks at you with shocked eyes as she slaps felixs leg.
“what did you do uncle lix?” she stares at him with a pout.
“we just grew apart” he lied promising himself he could never let her know the truth and everytime his eyes glanced at you it broke his heart.
“okay..i’m going to play on the swings unnie..i missed you and he better take c-care of you t-too” she points at tae with a sparkle in her eye.
Watching her run to the swings across the field..watching as felix turns away chasing after her doesnt really hurt you..your happy he’s gone and don’t have any nightmares about it since you hung out with taehyung.
Sitting there for a little while longer the time now 10:45 AM you pack it up taehyung inviting you over to hang out with the boys for a while. Nodding of course, you loved seeing those boys despite seeing them not even 72 hours ago. Walking hand in hand you had no worry in the world watching taehyung smile as the both of you and your babies prancing around back to his house.
Opening the door yoongi automatically knowing it was you he ran to the door picking up minnie and cradling her in his arms. She loved yoongi more than jungkook who ruffled her fur the way she didn’t like it. She was a picky dog, choosing her favorites out of the people that she met.
“y/ns here!” taehyung calls out as yoongi runs off with your dog into the living room where everyone is watching a movie. Haru of course hung around jin smiling as she sees you walk hand in hand with taehyung and a trailing yeontan right behind you two.
“y/n your doggg..is that minnie?” jimin walks downstairs as you nodded.
“oh my godddd she’s so cute” he shirked automatically minnie is yelling at the noise staying perched in yoongi lap.
That’s when you hear a weird noise stunting the house. “ what is that?” you question
leaving haru and the rest chuckling, Namjoon passed out next to j-hope in the other room.
“your brother brought a friend..” jin rolls his eyes.
Yeontan disappeared into the other room to perch on Jhopes face.
Time flies by as the movie marathon runs around. Looking at your phone it reads 8:30 PM knowing you weren’t gonna to go home and minnie successfully pasted out on yoongi a chest as he watches the tv with jimin.
“Can i shower in your bathroom?” you turn to whisper at tae and which he nods following you upstairs.
He pulls out a towel and a pair of his shorts and a shirt. Luckily he accidentally got a pair of your underwear in his laundry that was mixed in before you left the vacation 2 days ago.
The water that pours over your skin is cool..pawing your hands through your hair with taehyungs shampoo. Suddenly you feel the burst of cool air along the smooth hands of your boyfriend who got tired of waiting for you outside, watching your shadow of your perfect petite body through the blue shower curtain.
“hi” you giggle watching the water pour through his hair.
“hi pretty” he pecks your lips in a non seductive way until your arms twist around his neck as the water continues to pour in between you.
“he’s back again” he whines trailing his eyes down your body watching the suds pour over your breasts down to your core. the sight sends the image straight to his dick.
“see now your needy” you giggle carefully running your fingertips down his body to wrap your hand around the hardened length.
Groaning at the sight of you slowly making your way to your knees kissing the tip of his length watching him writher above you. As much as he loved the sight of you when he’s in between you legs he loved this view much more.
The way your lips fit perfectly nipping and licking all the right parts it’s like you know his dick like the back of your hand. His hand trailed over your wet hair letting your throat fuck his length, eyes rolling back everytime it hits the back of your throat sending a groan of your name that falls out of his pretty lips.
“so good...look so pretty like this angel” he coos making you whimper sending the little eclectic shocks straight through his body.
“oh fuck just like that” leaning towards the wall as your tongue swirls, you can feel his length pulsating in your mouth popping off the tip you giggle and look up at him.
“come tae wanna taste you..i bet you taste soo good for your princess..then you can do whatever you like to me” you whine back as he pulls your mouth back on with a couple of strokes your mouth painted white with a sweet taste and a bit of bitterness you happy look at him watching him as he watches you swallow his seed.
Automatically pulling you up his hands pools the valley of your breasts nipping at the buds watching them harden as your hands tug at the roots of his hair whining at the feeling. his hands travel down as his mouth switches to the neglected nub sliding his finger over your arousal.
“Taehyung” you whine as two fingers slip inside your warm walls welcoming him in everytime.
“now who’s needed” he pulls his face away from your chest to kiss you passionately tongue slipping in your mouth as his hand movements speed up. Your walls tighten causing you to cry out, quickly his mouth moves down your neck replacing the old fading away purple marks with fresh new ones.
Taehyung was always fond of marking his territory but when it came to you and after seeing your stupid ex he wanted to mark every inch to exert felix away.
“oh my fuck” you pull at his hair as you whine a little too loud echoing off the walls of the small shower space, pulling his fingers out to admire the wet sticky mess you laid out on his fingers pooling them into your mouth before sucking on your tongue.
God..you two love the taste of yourselves together..
pulling yourself out of the silence you look at him “taehyung i want you here rn”
“ always for you baby” he pushes your body against the wall teasing the bundle of nerves with the tip of his length before slowly inserting himself in you. pulling your leg into his arm as his thrusts go harder every time, praising you for being such a good girlfriend to him or for the sinful sighs that pour off the tip of your tongue everytime he hits the right spot.
Watching your eyes roll back tipping your head into his chest digging your fingers into his shoulder blade makes him weak at the knees witnessing you losing yourself.
“fuck tae...right there don’t stop” you cry out as the tip nudges your sweet spot. you manage to pull your mouth to his as you cry out your first orgasm since the vacation.
“so fucking pretty fucking hell” he grunts out trying to push the second orgasm out of you..legs shaking as the thrust go slower every other push then speeding up again. “you...fuck..you fuck me so good tae...so fucking good.” he moans hearing the dirty things that come out of your mouth only pushing him to shove himself deeper.
the harder he thrusts the more you feel like putty in his hands watching him focus on pounding you harder waiting for the tightening of your walls to hit..and just as he determines your mouth kissing his pulse whining pleading him to go deeper before you melt.
“close...i’m close tae” you squeak watching his eyebrows furrow as the sound of skin fills both of your ears.
“hold on to it baby..wanna come together” he grunts laying his head on your chest to suck more purple marks over the right side of your breast.
“fill me up tae...your lucky i started back on birth control a while ago” you chuckle out only to head back biting your lip feeling your muscles tense together.
“ i could have came in you...but you wanted to taste me you needy girl hm..? you like the way i tastes..” he watches you closing your eyes head against the wall mouth open whimpering his name
“love it tae..” you manage to breathe out before he growls at you to come.
“fuck i love you y/n-” he groans feeling the wetness pool around his length only a few thrusts before he releases his seed inside you filling you up.
Foreheads pressed together you smile..
“you love me?” you giggle out sleepily washing away the mess in between your legs.
“yes..i have for a long time you just didn’t notice” he chuckles washing you again before pulling you out and drying you off together.
“hmmm..i love you too tae..i wish i noticed earlier” you mumble out throwing clothes on.
Once you guys are both dressed you head back downstairs sitting on the couch surrounded by your friends and wrapped around taehyung, minnie still seated in yoongi lap while jimin had a hold of yeontan.
“i love you my beautiful angel” he whispers in the middle of the movie
“i love you too tae” he kissed you softly before your body is warmed with love and warmth glancing at taehyung before you closed your eyes.
This was the moment taehyung and you realized..you never wanted this moment to end..and for a fact..he whispered into your ear.
“your all i could ever want” and he couldn’t wait to tell you the next morning and every day that continued.
“your all i ever wanted to taehyung..” you whispered back before walking to dreamland.
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A/n: PHEW. i did it! i never wanted to end this story but i’m happy with the way this series ended! I’ll put a lot more bonuses and such so please request whatever you’d like! I’m probably gonna make a second part to this whole series! Thank you so much for the reads and i pray for my writing to get better bahaha. as of right now..this probably isn’t the finally piece but eh :) I love you all <3
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A Trance On a Hard Beat
Letterkenny is a f*cking masterpiece. It’s legitimately one of the best shows i have ever seen in my entire f*cking life. Even if one season is slightly more pedestrian than another, at it's worst, this show still embarrasses the majority of television airing today. Seriously, the principal cast, refereed to as hicks, skids, and hockey players, are exceptional. Jared Keeso has created some classic characters with an even more unique dialogue. There is an entire lexicon of slang and wordplay that you pick up on subconsciously watching this show. I’ve actively incorporated some of it in my every day speech. It's amazing to me how complete this show is, considering the genre. You rarely see such detailed world-building in television comedy.
Letterkenny is, effectively, a slice of life, following the misadventures of Wayne, Katy, Squirrel Dan, and Dary. They are the Hicks. They are f*cking hilarious. As the show progresses, you’re introduced to the other denizens of the five-thousand strong city, all just as memorable as the next. Some of my favorites include Mr. and Mrs. McMurray; a couple so goddamn horny, they’re can’t keep their hands off of each other, or anyone else for that matter. The dumbass hockey players, Rilley and Jonesy, who lust after big city slams and swear they never get the Native Flu. The swoon worthy Bonnie McMurray, especially in the later seasons when she actually joins in on the agriculture fun. But, all of that said, all of that love given here it is definitely due, I'd be remiss if i didn’t properly give my personal respects to Tanis. Auntie Tanis from the Rez. My goodness. Tanis is f*cking everything, man! Grill marks, for sure, bud!
While i love the characters and their quirks, the dialogue in this thing is absolutely exceptional. The jokes come fast and the interactions even faster. It might seem redundant at times, even a little juvenile, but trust that the delivery and punchline will redeem any apprehension. This sh*t is some of the smartest, quickest, wittiest, writing i have ever seen on television, period. I forgot to mention that this thing is Canadian, through and through. Top to bottom, filmed in Canada for Canadians, and still internationally hilarious. Great comedy transcends everything and Letterkeeny is one of the best to ever do it. I respect the f*ck out of that. I live in the States where all our TV is effectively Keeping up with the Kardashians-esque trash, This is us Emmy pandering, or Family Guy try-hard comedy, so seeing something like Letterkenny come though and effortlessly make me guffaw with an organic cleverness, is very much appreciated.
The first few seasons aired in Canada as the first original series of Crave TV That’s the Great White North’s version of Netflix. I imagine there are fewer restrictions up there so you can get away with a lot of language and adult themes, stuff censors would definitely kill to death down here. The Skids literally sell meth. There is a whole arc in the first few seasons, i can’t remember which one specifically, where they turn Letterkenny into a Meth Town. Out of spite. That story don’t fly on US airwaves, especially considering the “Opioid Cris” the news wants me to care about so bad. Since the show’s acquisition by Hulu, they’ve been pushing the envelope further and further, dropping season eight last year, which might be my favorite season of the show so far. That last scene of that run was incredible. We are left with a cliffhanger of palpable intensity and i kind of love it.
Speaking of that scene, the soundtrack to it’s carnage was incredible. M83′s Do It, Try It. That sh*t was epic. I’m a massive fan of that band and hearing them get play on one of my favorite shows is always awesome. But the musical stingers don’t end there. Letterkenny licenses the best tunes for the best effect. Pressure by Milk n Bone plays as the angelic Rosie appears for the first time onscreen while Ron and Dax’s first dance after their nuptials was set to F*ck the Pain Away. Fineshrine by Purity ring serenaded a rather adorable episode close in season six and has been a mainstay on my Spotify rotation every since. Purity Ring, itself, has become one of my favorite bands and i have this show to thank for the introduction. The selection throughout the entire show is eclectic as f*ck and they’re almost always bangers. I love a show that can broaden my audiophile horizons and everyday playlists like that.
Letterkenny is a f*cking miracle of television. I love this show. It’s written brilliantly with a penchant for the absurd but grounded in a weird, homey, kind of vibe. While the content is lighthearted, the writers are able to take rather unflattering stereotypes or uncomfortable social conversations, and weave some of the most palatable satire I have ever witnessed. With such endearing characters, it makes broaching sensitive subjects easy. The music is dope, the narrative is airtight, and the comedy is diverse. This show is wildly inclusive but it never seems forced, often lampooning those who lean too hard on either side. It's absolutely f*cking inspired and should be seen by everyone. Letterkenny deserves all of that shine.
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Where the Fire Lilies Grow
Content: SFW!
Did I ignore school work to make a new chapter? yes, yes I did Tani meets Mereoleona for the first time! 🥰
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Chapter 2: Festival Sparks
“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
Sarah Dessen
“What do you think of this one?”
Three women were gathered in Icree’s room, which was now filled with shirts, dresses and pants. It had been her idea, after all, to dress up together for the festival. Tani suspected it was Icree’s ploy to make Klidona feel more welcome and comfortable. It had only been a few days since the purple-haired girl had joined the Azure Deer, and with everyone else busy on their own, Icree had taken the girl under her wing.
“It’s quite the show-off,” Tani answered, her eyes darting up and down the flashy red dress that her friend was showing.
Kliodna looked absolutely bedazzled by it. She moved her hand a little to get the attention of the other two, and then pointed at her chest, quickly moving it away and wiggling her fingers.
“Sparkly?” Icree asked with a grin.
Kliodna nodded happily. Though Tani did not know sign language, it had been a stroke of luck that Icree did. Honestly, she would be surprised if there was something Icree didn’t know at this rate. When Kliodna had asked how Icree had learnt sign language, she had merely shrugged and said she learnt it for a friend. There was no need for a more complicated explanation. Since Kliodna had also learnt to sign so that she could save her already broken voice, that was what they used for now.
“Too sparkly?” Icree questioned, looking at both of the other women in the room.
Tani and Kliodna both nodded, condemning the dress to be rejected for the evening’s festivities.
“I’m really taking the most time out of us all, aren’t I?” Icree laughed. “It’s because you two reject everything.”
Tani laughed with her, waving her hand in a denying manner. She was already dressed in tight, black pants and a loose top stuffed into them, showing off her toned arms. Her curly brown hair was too short to be done anything special about, but instead she had decked out in accessories. Tani had a special place in her heart for earrings of all kinds - but mostly for hoop earrings- as well as necklaces and rings. She was wearing her favourite jewellry, opting to not wear a necklace that day. Kliodna wore a much simpler outfit: just a white summer dress with flower embroidery on it, and her long purple hair free from its usual ponytail. Kliodna looked at the piles of clothes around them, wearing a bright, happy smile on her face, and picked up a wine red pencil skirt. Her large, sorrowful eyes looked at Icree with excitement.
“No, no,” Icree said, shaking her head. “I’ll need to be way too careful how I sit with that thing. Though it does give me an idea.”
She quickly went through her wardrobe, pulling a patterned, white shirt and a darker red wrap skirt out. The wrap skirt was wrapped in a manner that left the right leg quite a bit exposed.
“This would allow me to show some leg while being comfortable!”
Tani, already tired by the dress up game, gave her approval for the combination. Kliodna seemed a little surprised by how much leg the dress showed, but gave thumbs up to the outfit in any case.
“Well, if we are ready, I need to go help Luka with his outfit,” Icree announced happily. “Kliodna, do you want to come with me?”
Kliodna, not yet tired of the fun she was having, eagerly nodded her head.
“I’ll clean up for you then,” Tani said with a dramatic sigh, pretending to be burdened by it.
“Thank you, darling,” Icree smiled sweetly to her, grabbed Kliodna, and quickly fled the room.
Tani felt a slight wave of relief as the door closed behind them. Getting a little moment to just be without having to speak and consider others was a blessing. They had talked and hung out the whole day together, and would do so also in the evening. A little time alone, even if spent cleaning a room, did good for her. Sometimes she wished she had a friend with whom she could just simply...be. Just enjoy the wildlife with. Though Luka was a silent friend to hang out with, he hung in his studio, and not much outside of it. Icree would rarely stop talking if Tani managed to lure her out for a walk. Perhaps the next day she would sneak to walk in the wilds. For now, however, she had a room to clean, and after that - a festival to enjoy.
Evening came quickly. As the sun began to set behind the clouded skies, new lights began to shine all over the capital. All kinds of lamps were hoisted next to the festival stalls inviting the people to come eat or to play small games. Performers entertained people on the sides, gathering lively crowds around them. There was singing, acrobatic tricks and dances. The four of them walked the streets chatting happily, stopping every now and then to grab a bite of something delicious or participate in a game. Luka had joined them, though reluctantly. He often simply put on what was near him, but Icree and Kliodna had picked out for him a nicely long, patterned vest with a little ruffle. He looked noble enough in it - which was rare for Luka. The only times he put effort into looking regal was when his position demanded it. Being the only child of demanding noble parents wasn’t easy, but Luka was given anything he asked for. Tani thought it was a rather fair exchange, but she never voiced that opinion to her friend. It wouldn’t achieve much more than stressing Luka out. The man was already worried about their placement in the squad rankings, as somewhere within this large mass of people were his parents. The same parents that expected him to single-handedly lift their position in this world and bring prosperity to them. Luka’s tired, brown eyes searched constantly for familiar figures in the crowds, even as he laughed at their jokes. As far as Tani had understood, Luka dearly loved his parents, which was the only reason he went along with their plans and tried his best when it counted. Luka didn’t speak much of it, and Tani didn’t push.
When the time came for the scoreboards, the group stole seats from a nearby stall meant for food and drinks. They mostly ordered drinks, with Tani enjoying hard beverages, Icree wine, and Luka as well as Kliodna ordering water. Being at the end of the scoreboard would sting, but at least they’d get to see all the captains together again. They were a little further away, not having bothered fighting the crowd to get to the front row, but they still had a good view of the platform where the captains would appear. Soon enough, the voice of the Wizard King, Julius Novachrono, boomed across the air. He was a tall man with handsome, sharp facial features and an aura of gentle confidence. He was beloved by the people, and for no small reason: he was the reliable protector of Clover Kingdom. The title of Wizard King wasn’t bestowed lightly. Julius Novachrono was the strongest mage in all of the Kingdom, and fit to lead all of its Magic Knights. It was new that he came in person to announce the ranks, but it was perhaps to give hope to the people. After all, he was a symbol of strength and unity.
“I’d like to thank you all for coming,” the pleasant voice of the Wizard King began, almost drowned out by the cheers.
Tani listened quietly, drink in hand, as he appealed to the people to stand strong despite the recent attacks. Invasions by their neighbouring kingdoms, disappearing children and the terrorist attack almost cancelled the festival altogether. The Wizard King claimed the festival was to honour those that fought for the Kingdom, but Tani believed it was simply to show-off to the citizens. It was as if to say: Look, these are our best of the best. They’ll keep you safe. Don’t be afraid. She took a large sip of her drink, grimacing a bit. She would have to practise more. She would have to be better. The cheers of the crowd grew stronger as the Wizard King called for the captains to come on stage. She heard Icree shouting for their captain, Rill, with excitement. The seven captains entered together, all walking next to each other. There should have been nine of them, but it looked like the captains of the Black Bulls and the Blue Rose were missing. Rill was on the right side, standing with a goofy smile on his young face. His light blue hair was a mess as always. Compared to the other captains, he always looked slightly like he didn’t belong.
“The captains of Crimson Lion Kings and Purple Orcas are new!” someone shouted from the crowd.
Tani glanced at the newcomers. One of them she had seen before. She couldn’t remember for the life of her the name of the man - but he was a member of the Purple Orcas. She didn’t think about it much, however, as her eyes landed on the new captain of the Crimson Lion Kings. She hadn’t seen her before. The woman was clearly a Vermillion - the brilliant red hair and the markings around her eyes were exactly like the two Vermillion brothers’. Her facial features were strong, even when her gaze scanning the crowd was indifferent and perhaps even bored. She was new to Tani, and she was fascinating. It was hard for Tani to describe it: indeed, she had no words to explain why she felt drawn to the woman’s appearance.
“Here come the squad rankings,” Icree said next to her, nervously playing with her glass of wine.
Tani nodded, diverting her eyes from the captain of the Crimson Lion Kings back to the Wizard King. Still, she couldn’t help but occasionally glance at the woman. She wanted to know who that was and what they were like. Tani looked at Icree briefly, considering her options. Icree would tease her to high heavens if she asked.
“If you are wondering who the two new captains are, they are Kaiser Granvorka and Mereoleona Vermillion,” Luka’s quiet voice pierced her thoughts.
Tani ignored the announcement that the Golden Dawn had the most stars - they always did - and turned to Luka. His brown eyes were fixed on her, as if he had known her thoughts. A slight warmth rose to her freckled cheeks.
“The little birds told me that she had returned to the capital, but not that she had taken over as the captain,” Icree commented happily. “She’s the oldest of the siblings, right?”
“Oldest and strongest, one could argue,” Luka answered. “I’ve never met her, but the stories say she is ferocious in battle.”
“Found a muse for yourself finally, Luka?” Icree teased him.
Tani’s smile twitched a little. Usually the answer was no, but what if--?
“No,” Luka replied determinedly. “She doesn’t have what I seek.”
“The hunt continues!”
Tani took a sip of her drink, her eyes turning back to the stage. The second best squad had been announced. Thanks to Icree’s intel, the surprising rise of the Black Bulls did not stun them like the rest of the crowd. The murmurs began quickly. Though it wasn’t quite audible to where the four were sitting, Tani had a good idea of what they were talking about. One could always trust the nobles to have a fit over commoners succeeding in something. Her eyes darted once more to the new captain Vermillion. This festival would be the best chance she’d have to talk to her, most likely. A surge of mana suddenly appeared near the captain: the new recruit of Golden Dawn seemed to be showing off. Icree whistled next to her.
“You two keep teasing me about finding a muse and inspiration, but no one notices Tani staring at the new Crimson Lion King’s captain constantly?” Luka asked sharply.
Tani tensed, the warmth returning to her cheeks. Icree turned her gaze from the stage to them.
“What?” she asked, a devilish grin appearing on her face. “Tani?”
“Come on,” Tani said, flustered. “This is the first time I’ve seen her. Of course I’m curious.”
“You aren’t commenting at all on this whole debacle between nobles and commoners,” Luka pointed out. “Usually you have at least one sarcastic comment.”
“Well, it’s old news!” she declared, glancing back to the stage. “Plus, they’ve already resolved it.”
All four of them could hear the Wizard King speak for the new recruits. He was good at making people stand together - and that was what he was doing. He called upon them to unite and overcome their differences in rank. Tani sighed.
“I haven’t seen her before, that’s all.”
“Sure, sure,” Icree laughed and patted her on the back gently. “Perhaps you’ll get a chance to talk with her when they come down from that stage, hm?”
“Yes, well, we’ll see,” Tani answered noncommittally. “They are announcing the rest of the scores, let’s listen again.”
Though Icree looked like she had still more to say, the names of the squads distracted her. Tani attempted to not be so obviously staring as before, but she found her gaze wandering back as the Crimson Lion Kings were proclaimed as fifth on the scoreboard. The look on the captain’s face was no longer indifferent - instead, Tani could see angry disappointment plastered on it. It was a rather fierce look. Clearly captain Mereleona Vermillion cared about the squad’s placement. Tani smiled a bit to herself. If only their captain cared that much. Well, most of her squadmates wouldn’t agree. They liked the carefree environment, where everyone did their own thing. It was an idyllic atmosphere, but not something Tani thought fit Magic Knights. Maybe it was her that didn’t fit the Azure Deer.
“Ah, time for the Royal Majesty,” Icree observed, cutting Tani’s thoughts short.
“More like Royal Travesty,” she said quietly, rising her arms onto the table and leaning her head on them.
None of them had too high an opinion on the King of Clover Kingdom, Augustus Kira XIII. Perhaps it was better to say that no one in the Clover Kingdom had a high opinion of the King. Next to the Wizard King, who always worked for the people, the Royal King seemed petty and self-conceited. He had all the clothes and mannerisms of a king, but lacked the presence and confidence to be one. It wasn’t the first time that he tried to command respect verbally - by literally commanding people to glorify him. Even now, the Royal King went again on one of his rants about how much greater he was than the citizens or even the Wizard King. An uncomfortable silence fell over the crowd.
“It’s a tough act for the Wizard King,” Tani commented. “He has to pretend to not be annoyed that the Royal King ruins all his attempts at unifying the people.”
Kliodna looked a little sad. Her fingers moved to sign a little quicker. She pulled them together on both hands, just to separate her fingers widely the next second, following it with sharply dropping her arms down. Her lips moved at the same time as if to produce the words without sound. Kliodna then lifted two fingers up on her right hand, the index and the middle finger, and moved them from her left shoulder to her right hip, mouthing “king” at the same time. Tani glanced very quickly to Icree, while Kliodna continued signing. She had gotten herself a book on sign language, but a day’s learning was not enough for her to keep track of it.
“You wish the Wizard King would be the Royal King?” Icree confirmed after Kliodna had finished.
Kliodna nodded empathetically, looking back at the two figures standing on the stage.
“Don’t we all?” Tani sighed, her eyes returning there as well - though not to the two royals.
Then, they all jolted to attention, as the King made an unexpected announcement.
“The hideout of the Eye of the Midnight Sun has been located,” he proclaimed proudly. “Until now, we have been subject to many of their attacks, and they held initiative in every battle. However, this time things are different! We’re launching an all-out attack on the enemy at last!”
The group’s reactions were slightly different. Luka did not truly care, as he was still down about them ranking last. Icree looked incredulous, while Kliodna was slightly afraid. She had just joined, after all. Tani reacted the most strongly of them, tensing up and almost rising from her seat. An attack against the enemy. Who would be taken? Surely they wouldn’t just send one squad.
“To that end, I have decided to gather an even more select group from among the magic knights and form the ultimate, hand-picked unit!” the King continued. “One week from now a test will be held for all the magic knights. Only those who pass the test will be allowed to join these Royal Knights.”
Royal Knights. The best of the Magic Knights. Tani was fully standing now, listening to the King more intently than she ever had before. What if she could become a Royal Knight? She didn’t know any offensive spells. Surely they needed reinforcing magic as well. What would the test be like? Her thoughts wandered off as one of the new recruits challenged the King’s authority. The King was all talk, of course, but the Wizard King wouldn’t allow him to do anything stupid. Would the Wizard King be the one to choose those that would be recruited? Who would lead the squad? Surely not the King or the Wizard King. They were important at the heart of the Kingdom. Well, one of them was.
“I better go see my siblings,” she hazily heard Icree say.
Icree had a large family with three younger sisters and one younger brother. Luka also rose to get up at the same time.
“I will come with you. It’s likely I’ll find my parents that way,” he sighed heavily.
Kliodna looked uncertainly at the two and Tani. Enough for Tani to notice that everyone else was leaving.
“I’ll stay still for a little while,” she decided. “I need to finish my drink still.”
“And wait for one captain to appear?” Icree winked, earning a little friendly glare from Tani.
“You should come with us, Kliodna,” the red-head continued. “Let Tani think in peace and come meet my family.”
Kliodna nodded, following Icree and Luka into the crowd. It was likely for the best. For now, Icree was the only one to understand her signs. Tani wouldn’t let it be like that for a long time. Though, now her thoughts were filled with the Royal Knights and the test. She’d have to train quite a bit. Maybe she’d ask Rill about it. Maybe if the new Vermillion would walk past, she could ask-- Tani quickly shut down the thought with a gulp of her drink. She would finish her drink, enjoy the festival, and totally not wait to see if Mereoleona Vermillion would appear somewhere. After all, even if she didn’t meet her here, surely she’d have another chance to make acquaintance. Well, perhaps that was a ridiculous idea. It was not like she met the previous Crimson Lion King’s captain anywhere. Tani took another big gulp of her drink. She was just enjoying the festival. Better to not have any expectations.
The first hour went well, mostly. Tani drank slowly and in moderation, watching people walk by with their families and beloved ones. She reminded herself that she’d have to go visit her family in Kikka. They had told her they’d not bother coming to the festival, as they had early hours the next day. Helee, her younger sister, admired Magic Knights, but never wanted to become one herself. The second hour that went by was a little rougher. Tani convinced herself that walking would do good for her, and she was definitely not looking for Mereoleona Vermillion. She walked all over the festival, only to end up drinking in a different booth. There was no sight of the one she sought. Tani was half-certain that the captain had already left. The stalls were closing and people were leaving for their own private parties. She paid for her drink and wandered some more. At that moment, she felt rather lonely and frustrated. She was done fooling herself that she was anymore enjoying the festival. All she wanted was a glimpse or even a small talk with the Vermillion lady. Her feet ached and she desired nothing more than a warm bath. Tani leaned against one of the streetlamps tiredly. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she saw movement. Red, slightly wavy hair, and pure fire radiating from it. Hope started in her heart, and then - dimmed. The fiery paws were holding onto people. Mereoleona Vermillion’s steps were confident as she dragged them with her, her entire squad walking behind them. They were clearly exiting the festival to go somewhere else.
“Well, that’s my dreams crushed,” Tani said to no one in particular.
The air had grown cold, even when the alcohol kept her warm. At least she had gotten a glimpse. It would be a long, sad walk back to the dorm.
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For the director’s cut: Orbs Are Bad News, please? Part 2 (or both, if you’re willing!) It’s one of my favorites 💗
One of my favorites, too! Thanks for the ask! :D I'll do both parts, with Part 2 to follow this a bit later.
Director's cut comments in bold below the cut! MESS, m/m, holding a handkerchief, etc.
This story came from a prompt on a writing meme about a character losing the use of their hands while having to deal with snz. I can't remember at the moment if the prompt was D&D-flavored or if I just picked that setting myself because I was really into playing the game at the time (still am!). Also I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, so I hope these comments don't ramble overmuch.
"Okay, we don't know what we're dealing with here, so let's be careful." Gerrit pushed open the heavy wooden door and lifted his torch to illuminate the room inside. The firelight played over several tables covered in intriguing objects and glinted teasingly off of more than one hint of gold. Gerrit himself spotted a stolid wooden chest in the corner and his heart rate quickened.
When I was a kid, my mom gave me the Dragonlance books and I fell in love with them, although it was a long time before I was able to play D&D myself. I attribute my love of the very traditional fantasy realm to these books and my enduring love of sickly mages to Raistlin (Soulforge was like an EXPERIENCE for me). Gerrit has his origins in Tanis Half-Elven - he's a good guy, kind of a normal/default fighter build. "Jackpot," breathed Remembrance, the party's resident ne'er-do-well. She rubbed her hands together, sharp nails clicking. Gerrit was sure she was assigning price tags to the lot of it, except for whatever she hid in her bags for herself, of course. "I know a guy in the capitol who'll pay through the nose for that pervy little statue there." "That is a religious object," chastised Cordes with a haughty tsk. "It's used in rituals of worship for the goddess Fortuna." "Oh, I'm sure he'll be worshipping," cackled Remembrance, and she slipped past Gerrit into the vault. "Few hundred gold and he'll be rubbing out a grand ol' prayer." Her pointed tail waved with greedy delight. "Hey! The proper course of action would be to bring it back to a temple!" Cordes went after her, pushing Gerrit aside.
Remembrance and Cordes are here to be the beta couple and provide background color. Their development was based on a few factors: A) a D&D party should have ~4 people with different abilities (fighter, sorcerer, cleric, rogue), B) a priest and a devil is never not a fun/ny dynamic, C) I'm not into F snz but I feel bad that most of my OCs are not women, and D) given that Gerrit is a "default" archetype, there needed to be differing characters to contrast his personality with (or he would seem to have none). Also I like dirty jokes, so Remembrance can be my humorous id for this purpose lol The half-elf grumbled but wasn't surprised. "At least TRY not to touch anything cursed," he called. He'd been the one to organize this little band, but although he was the one who reported to their patron, he had precious little influence over what they did. They were happy to point to him when some upstart had a problem with the party, though. Ingrates. He turned to the last member of the group. "What about you, Llewellyn? I thought I saw some books on the far table." "Lead the way," replied the sorcerer, and his usually mellifluous voice sounded strained. Purple shadowed the hollows under his faintly luminous silver eyes, and he had his nose tucked into his handkerchief again. Gerrit hadn't spent much time around full elves, but he'd always believed they couldn't get sick, at least not like a human or dwarf. Llewellyn had been dragging since Saints' Day, though, and seemed to have come down with a flu. His skin, where visible under his fitted robes, was wan.
Fuck up that slender, haughty elf man is an endlessly running subroutine in my head. "Sure," said Gerrit, and he stepped into the room, holding the door out so that Llewellyn could join him. "You, uh, you don't look like you're feeling any better." "Oh," said the sorcerer, "I'm not. I ran out of tonics." He entered the vault and walked over to one of the tables, investigating a strangely shaped glass bowl. "But as we were already down here, I'm not sure what you want me to say. There's no inn at which I might rest my weary bones." "Cordes could make you an herbal remedy," Gerrit grumped. He went over to the chest he'd seen earlier and smashed the lock off with the pommel of his dagger. He didn't need any fancy lockpicking tools like Remembrance's. And hitting something felt good when his companions were all intent to be annoying, acerbic, or both. "I suppose," Llewellyn replied, sounding uncertain as his voice wavered. Gerrit tried to ignore the way his ears heated at that. That was the tone that overtook the elf when he was preparing to sneeze. It wasn't any of Gerrit's concern. His occasional roll in the hay (literal and figurative) with Llewellyn did not make it easier or more appropriate to acknowledge his odd attractions, especially since they were currently ransacking a dungeon with a priest and a psychopath. He focused his attention on searching the chest, and he was rewarded with a heavy coin purse, a stack of calfskin-bound journals, and a ruby the size of a robin's egg. He whistled.
Gerrit and Llewellyn are the dynamic opposite of Eliseo and Padgett. Gerrit is the less-privileged, more personable, "low class" character and Llewellyn is the high-born, fussier, sarcastic noble; however, in this story Gerrit is the voyeur character with the fetish and the POV window while Llewellyn is tortured for everyone's amusement. Narratively it's more fun and easier for me to describe the non-fetish-having character because I also like the power of the narrator to be that voyeuristic eye. Llewellyn gasped. "Hah- hahttsch-ow!"
I made myself laugh while writing this hahah "'Ow'?" Cordes appeared from behind a bookshelf, one arm wrapped tightly around a thick rug, the other reaching for his pack of salves. "What is it? Cut? Burn?" When Gerrit looked, their sorcerer was rubbing his nose with his left hand. "Bruise," Llewellyn said. He lifted his right hand, in which he held a blue crystal orb that was knotted inside a thin lattice of gold chain. "I got my hand caught." He'd apparently run the thing into his nose when trying to cover his sneeze. Llewellyn's thin face was already dusted pink from the embarrassment. Gerrit couldn't help but laugh. "Very graceful," he chuckled. "I will thank you for keeping it to yourself," Llewellyn replied, and that was elvish dialect for "fuck you." Gerrit laughed again.
Embarrassment is a huge part of my enjoyment of this kink because of the ensuing power dynamics. The victim is thrown into disequilibrium by something (snz) that is inherently seen as socially inappropriate, disgusting, or at least uncomfortable. Almost always their reaction is outsized to what it would probably be outside of a fet context (most people can sneeze in public without feeling shame - which is the typical mode, lol. It's a normal bodily function). However, then the other character, motivated by their BF's anxiety and potential humiliation is prompted to caretake and comfort them, "approve" of the "shameful" act, and deepen the intimacy of the couple. They can also enjoy the embarrassment and the act voyeuristically while feeling their own discomfort about watching, then deal with either having to divulge the kink or be found out by their partner later (because consent is the sexiest thing, really). But I love my characters and I'm not into hardcore stuff so much, so there are almost never any consequences of the "humiliation" - the characters do not get caught out, they do not get shamed by society, they do not actually lose face or have to explain their sexual preferences to anyone who should not know them.
Now you know way too much about my psychology but also the basic formula for any kink story I have written or will write in my entire life. Yay! Cordes had leaned over to see the orb better in the firelight. He was the only one among them whose vision was hindered by the dim light. "What kind of artifact is this?" he asked. "It doesn't resemble anything I've studied."
Lol humans don't have darkvision. "I'm not sure." Llewellyn held it up to the torch. The orb lit up like a lamp, but otherwise nothing happened. "Whatever this chain is, though, it's very prone to tangling." He tried to shake it off his wrist and failed. This was a task for both hands, and he set to freeing himself. And kept trying. And trying. Gerrit frowned. "What are you doing? Cordes, would you get that off of him?" "Sure." The priest reached out to help, but Llewellyn suddenly backed away out of reach. "Uh... I'm not trying to steal it, elf." "Oh, I would let you take it," Llewellyn said, scowling. "But I have a feeling we would be in for some trouble if you touch it now." He held up both hands. His palms were wrapped around the crystal and bound with the ball in that thin gold chain. "I am... I'm stuck."
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"STUCK," hooted Remembrance again. She was crouched at the entrance to the dungeon - a root-cellar-like set of doors they'd found in a small bandit settlement - and hauling out a heavy pack stuffed with loot. In the daylight, she looked menacing and out of place, her horns, dusky maroon skin tone, and black eyes setting her apart from this land's primarily human residents. "And you even said not to touch any curses!"
Jump cuts are funny! I love this kind of thing, honestly. It's some of my favorite humor - that and dramatic irony, which is also often depicted in visual media with a funny jump cut. "I recall you said so as well," said Cordes, who looked exactly like a run-of-the-mill human resident except for the star-like scar on his left temple. He reached down and grabbed Gerrit's hand, steadying the half-elf as he climbed out of the hole. Llewellyn was hanging uncomfortably on Gerrit's back, arms looped around the other man's neck. They'd tried to find a more dignified way to get him out of the dungeon, but he couldn't manage the ladder well enough without the use of his hands. "The artifact didn't react to my detection spell," sniffed Llewellyn disdainfully, and Gerrit was quick to set him down before that sniffing could become another sneeze. He didn't want to blush in front of the others.
Blushing is very appealing to me, so everyone blushes all of the time. "There must be someone in Veigh who can help you," Gerrit said. "We'll just swing by on our way to the capitol." The city was three days out of their way, but they couldn't have Llewellyn stuck this way for the two week trip back to their patron. With his hands bound, he couldn't cast any spells that required him to gesture, and that was almost all of them. He'd effectively rendered himself completely useless in combat. Veigh had a chapter of the Mages Guild in residence, though, and if no one there could help, they might at least be able to send Llewellyn on ahead via a transportation spell.
Let's go on a short tangent about names. Usually I name my characters using Babynames.com or similar sites and I pick based on the look, sound, and meaning of the names. For this little group, things were slightly more haphazard. Llewellyn is a Welsh name meaning "leader." I just happen to like this name already, but it also has a visual beauty and difficulty to pronounce on sight that lent it well to an elf character without me having to look up specifically elven names. When I make elf characters in D&D, I tend to give them a nickname or alias that is easy to remember and pronounce so that the name isn't a hindrance while playing the game.
Gerrit's name was picked based on sound. It is similar to the Welsh name Gareth ("spear ruler"), which is on purpose, but it was altered to make it a bit more fantastical/removed. It's appropriate for a fighter in meaning but also suits his more familiar/pedestrian half-elven experience vs. that of a noble elf.
Cordes was given a short name because he is a no-nonsense human, but I chose it to resemble that of conquistador Hernan Cortes because of the "holy invasion" and "treasure hunter" associations. Remembrance is named using the PHB's suggestion that tieflings often pick "ideal" names for themselves, and she has a complicated past (like most tieflings). "I will hope there is." Llewellyn looked pale and worn, though his fine features still exuded the otherworldly beauty of the high elves. His hair was a silky black, although mostly covered by his hood, and the contrast made his silver eyes look even more curious. He fumbled for a minute at his waist before scowling heavily. "I can't get into any of my bags, of course..." "What do you need?" asked Gerrit. Remembrance had started off through the trees, humming, her bulging pack swaying with her sinuous movements. Gerrit really didn't want to let her get too far ahead, not least because she was scary good at concealing herself in the foliage and might slip the party completely. However, Cordes was with her, and Llewellyn couldn't exactly fend for himself right now. "My handkerchief..." The elf's voice had gone wavery again, and Gerrit watched as his nostrils flared. Fuck.
Oho! Here is the plot and the kink conceit. Gerrit hurriedly patted his pockets until he produced his own handkerchief, or what he bothered with when necessary. It was a large square of flannel, rough around the edges. It wasn't embroidered or monogrammed like Llewellyn's, but he figured by now the flannel was a hell of a lot cleaner, and it was soft for an irritated nose. "Here, take mine."
Characters' belongings are also a good way to contrast their situations and personalities. I don't consider handkerchiefs particularly vital to my enjoyment of this kink, but they are a useful visual and I like to describe things. Small details like this are how you can worldbuild without having to do too much extra research. Llewellyn held out his hands plus the orb for it, breath hitching, but no matter how Gerrit tried to drape the cloth, it kept slipping off of the artifact. He supposed he could try to tie it around the-
This is just so funny to me XD Llewellyn made a desperate sound and tipped his head back, exposing the long line of his throat. His breath was coming in soft pants now. And he was raising the orb reflexively. Gerrit couldn't let him whack himself in the face again, so he did the only other thing he could think of. With one hand he reached out and took Llewellyn by the shoulder. With the other, he lifted the handkerchief and pressed it over the elf's nose. His fingers settled firmly on either side of Llewellyn's nostrils, and none too soon. After another half-hitch, Llewellyn ducked forward again with a quiet but insistent sneeze. "Happtsch!
One of the most pleasing sneeze sounds, tbh. Gerrit was sure he was beet red. “Bless you,” he mumbled. Through the cloth, Llewelyn’s nose felt hot, and any gentle pressure resulted in a bit of a squish. “Let me just…” "Whh- wait-" Llewellyn leaned into the handkerchief. "I'm nh- I'm not done hhH-" His eyes slipped shut and he gasped again. Gerrit swallowed and tried to ignore the tenting of his breeches. "R-roger that." He could feel Llewellyn's nostrils twitching against his fingers. "Hh...Haah- Hapttschuh! Snrk... Aptschiu!" His body rocked, and he took a half-step forward. Gerrit could hear the thick sound of congestion in the elf's nose as he tried to stave off another sneeze.
The desperation, talking through the sneezing, and congestion are all vital parts of this scenario. Unavoidable embarrassment + disgust factor + need for caretaking/mitigation. "Blow your nose," he said. "It will help." Llewellyn hesitated, but in the end, he had to comply. There was nowhere for the mucus to go except out. He started to blow with a gurgle.
I used to be really against mess, but the taboo/disgust part of the brain turns off psychologically a LOT during arousal and now I really do not find snz interesting without it. Snz without mess isn't embarrassing enough or visually exciting. Gerrit moved the hand from his shoulder to start rubbing Llewellyn's back. The handkerchief and his fingers were rapidly growing damp, but he really didn't mind. "There you go." He held the handkerchief to Llewellyn's nose until the elf moved back on his own. His nose was red and tender looking, and his cheeks were flushed rosy. He didn't seem to want to meet Gerrit's eyes. Gerrit didn't mention it. He didn't really want to look at Llewellyn either right now. It had been a while since the elf had looked so very fuckable.
Potentially due to my propensity to write fanfic about established ships, all of my OCs apparently have a history or mutual attraction out of the gate. On one hand, it's difficult just mechanically to write a scenario about a romantic or sexual encounter without there being chemistry and an excuse for them to already want to rub bits (obviously), especially in short stories, but I also cannot stand the thin veneer of situational causality that underlies porn (to borrow from Cards Against Humanity). If I can't care about my characters' lives outside of the one random fetish scenario, I can't care enough to write about them at all. He put the handkerchief in an easily-accessible outside pocket of his vest. "Ready to go?" Llewellyn coughed lightly. "Yes." "Excellent." Gerrit gestured for Llewellyn to precede him, and the two of them headed out through the trees, following the sounds of Cordes negotiating the underbrush and swearing about it. --- Travel proved easy enough once they made it to the road. They were fortunate not to meet anyone else along the way. The party could handle a group of bandits without their sorcerer, but they had their treasure to worry about, and Remembrance always drew stares, and sometimes aggression, even from normal travelers. Gerrit thought her skills more than made up for the extra negative attention they drew. And anyway, Remembrance was crazy but she wasn't evil. She did better out on the road than in town, but that was probably true of all of them. Llewellyn kept up with her pace, but it was clearly a struggle. He was usually fairly quiet, but he didn't speak at all as they walked, focusing on breathing and not devolving into coughing or more sneezing. There were a few times when Gerrit hastily reached into his pocket, at the ready, but Llewellyn fought back the itch with admirable determination. He kept his nose from running by sniffling heavily, which sounded somewhere between awful and revolting. Cordes commented on it multiple times with disgust, but nothing could be done. Llewellyn held his tongue, and Gerrit was reluctant in this case to offer the handkerchief without being asked.
Cordes is here providing the societal reaction and voice of reason lol, but there still aren't any consequences or shaming from them. I just imagine how fricking uncomfortable it would be if people acknowledged this porn scenario happening in-world and so that is never part of the story development. They found a place to camp about half an hour outside the small village of Tewks. Remembrance cleared out some brush to make a flat area for the bedrolls and then promptly decided she'd rather sleep in a tree with everything she owned. She found a good, solid oak a few yards from the camp and ensconced herself in the crux of its branches. She had a good view of the road in either direction and volunteered to take the second watch in the middle of the night, which was her favorite time. Gerrit agreed to take the first watch as Cordes started to set up his tent. The priest refused to sleep on the ground and always took an extra fifteen minutes to erect a curious one-person canvas canopy. It wasn't even large enough to sit up inside, but whatever. The priest never asked anyone else to haul it along, so Gerrit wouldn't complain.
Remembrance and Cordes are thus handwaved away from the sexual center of the plot and they will neither see nor hear anything they aren't invited to. These arrangements left him and Llewellyn alone together on one side of the fire, and he supposed that was preferable during the orb situation anyway. Llewellyn couldn't handle his own bedroll, help with the fire, or unpack any of their supplies. Gerrit realized he would probably have to help the elf eat, too. And... Well, when he noticed Llewellyn fidgeting uncomfortably, Gerrit took him out into a thicker copse to see to his other needs. They didn't talk about it... Llewellyn could hardly undo his own buttons, though, and it wasn't the first time Gerrit had taken over.
I am very into watersports, so it creeps in, although I don't think there's a friendly community out there for that like there is for snz, so I haven't developed any kind of presence for it. It appeals to me for pretty much all of the same reasons as described above. Maybe someday I will start writing those kinds of stories on this account as well, but I don't know if they would find an audience, so maybe not. By the time the fire was hot enough to cook over, Llewellyn had tucked himself up to sit on a tree stump, exuding an aura of furious self-reproach. Cordes took some jerky into his tiny tent with him - for some reason. Gerrit made up two bowls of pottage and sat himself on the ground at the roots of the stump. He put one bowl on the ground for himself and then held up the other. "Hungry?" "Not particularly," Llewellyn replied, voice blunted with congestion. He coughed. "But you're going to make me eat something, aren't you." "I'd prefer you do it willingly." Gerrit tapped the spoon on the side of the bowl. "Come on. It's hot. You'll feel better." Llewellyn growled in a manner more suited to orcs than elves. "I feel like an invalid." Gerrit sighed. "Well, if it makes you feel better, we can pretend you lost your arms in an owlbear attack very tragically." He could feel Llewellyn's fiery glare on him and smiled a little. "Look, we've all done stupid things while adventuring. I'm sure you remember when I tripped and knocked myself out on that knight's shield during the tournament." "I remember," replied the elf, begrudgingly. "Besides, you're sick on top of the whole orb thing. Maybe your detection spell wasn't sensitive enough. Maybe the thing's not even cursed! Maybe it's supposed to do this, and we just don't know why." "I have a hard time believing that. What possible purpose could this serve?"
Porn! Gerrit shrugged. "Don't ask me. Dad says my mother was a druid, but I haven't got a magical bone in my body." He tilted his head. "We could always try smashing it?" Llewellyn's rejection was forceful. "Do you want to explode?!" Gerrit chuckled. "Not really." Llewellyn sighed. Gerrit held out a spoonful of pottage. Feeding both Llewellyn and himself was a bit difficult, but Gerrit did well enough when he could alternate. It would be better if he could use both hands equally like Cordes, but he couldn't, and so he didn't. He just thought about it wistfully as he worked. Llewellyn ended up eating most of his bowl, then went back to sitting quietly and sniffling. Gerrit finished the rest and put the utensils aside to deal with later. And... Even though Llewellyn hadn't asked, he drew out his handkerchief again.
More caretaking, more intimacy. Gerrit is a kind and loving person even though he's a fighter by trade. "Hey," he began, trying not to sound awkward. "You wanna blow your nose?" No one else was paying attention and Llewellyn didn't need to inhale any more of that crap. The elf gave him a shitty side-eye. "Come on," said Gerrit. "Don't be like this." He patted the ground in front of him encouragingly as if Llewellyn was a recalcitrant cat. "I'm fine," said Llewellyn, and then betrayed himself with a quick breath. "Hah--" "Come on," Gerrit repeated, "before you make a mess."
He is also pretty comfortable talking about a lot of things that people with the fetish have generally admitted difficulty acknowledging. This is because even though he's the one with the fetish in this, he is also the "Padgett" character and practical and not caught up in the anxiety prison. Llewellyn came down off the stump to sit in front of him, legs tucked underneath, and rested the orb on Gerrit's thigh to balance himself. His eyes were pinched with reluctance, but Gerrit could see that the elf's nostrils were already damp. "Hah- hh- hurry," Llewellyn gasped.
People should sit in each other's laps. It's good. Again, Gerrit reached out with the handkerchief, enfolding his companion's nose. He could feel Llewellyn's breath fluttering against his hand through the fabric and hear quite clearly how it kept catching on congestion. "Hah-hngk- Hahgkttscht!" Llewellyn ducked forward with the force of it and Gerrit steadied him with a hand on his hip. "Ngkttsch! Hnggktxch!!"
The sneezes now involve nasal consonants because of congestion. Sometimes people tend to have a certain way their sneezes always sound, and I try to maintain that, but these details are important to show a change in the severity of the cold (and evidence of sniffling for hours). Gerrit bit his lip sharply to keep from saying anything, but his body was singing with arousal. Llewellyn hiccupped a short gasp and Gerrit pulled the handkerchief away to present a clean corner. The current spot had become soaked and silvery. "Bless," he managed after a moment, and he carefully readjusted the cloth. "Are you going to sneeze again?"
Hiccupping is also sexy and cute. Also I spelled that wrong in the original, gdi... Llewellyn nodded, eyes teary with the effort of the first bunch. Gerrit wasn't surprised; the elf had been holding back since they left the dungeon. He couldn't imagine it had been comfortable, but Llewellyn had his pride. He never would let Gerrit give him love bites either. Annnd Gerrit was going to have to stop thinking about that. "Haptsch!" Easier said than done. Really. But Llewellyn's comfort came first.
Voyeur with a heart of gold. "Hahkptsch!" The sorcerer groaned softly. "Hah- hh- Hgnaptscxhx!" Gerrit did his best to assist Llewellyn through the fit. He kept the handkerchief secure, moving it when necessary to keep it dry enough. He steadied the elf when the sneezes bent his body or when he felt faint from lack of breath. He even massaged Llewellyn's nose for him when he was trying to blow it and the congestion was stubbornly refusing to move. By the time he felt finished enough to lean back, Llewellyn was flushed and light-headed, swaying where he sat. Gerrit was sweating and needed a towel. "........Thanks," murmured Llewellyn, eventually.
Sometimes kink authors tend to just write out like twenty sneezes in a row and I hate that, honestly. (No shade - I don't even have an example in mind because I don't read a lot of stories anymore and everyone has their preferences.) I just think that the kink should support the storyline and not the other way around. The story should be enjoyable and sexy but have a narrative structure and coherent rising and falling action. Even if a fit is a sexy scenario (it is), trying to make your eyeballs power through a repetitive series of nonsense syllables is counterproductive and takes the reader out of the story and into the realm of annoyance, which disrupts arousal as well. "Yeah," said Gerrit. "Sure." He swallowed. "Let's wash up." He helped Llewellyn to his feet and they went a little way to a creek (generously; it was little more than a ditch through the woods). Gerrit gently washed Llewellyn's face, careful of his tender eyes and nose, and sent him back to camp to lay down for the night. He lingered at the water's edge to wash the handkerchief and, well, to take other matters in hand.
If ya know what I mean. Llewellyn was completely out when he returned, and Gerrit was grateful. He smoothed the elf's bangs back and then settled beside the fire to take watch. The woods in the dark were full of the sounds of insects and small animals moving in the undergrowth. And Llewellyn snoring and sniffling in his sleep. Safe sounds. Gerrit rested his chin on his hand and looked toward the road. Damn orb. It was going to be a long way to Veigh.
And this was getting long, so this is where I cut it to make part 2, which I will also commentate in a bit (hopefully after a nap =___=). Thanks!
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Love Is The Seventh Wave
McDanno, A03, 2400 words
Written for the H50 Writers Club Discord “Danny Deserves Better” challenge
“Are you serious?” she says, and all eyes in the writer’s room turn towards her. “That’s just cruel. And it makes no sense.”
“It’s dramatic, Lola.”
“Lilla,” she corrects, surprised that the douchebag even came close, given that he hasn’t spoken more than those three words to her since she started working for him a month ago. “Just hear me out. What if instead of having totally out of character bathroom sex with Joanna....”
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Danny’s sipping idly at his drink when he notices the woman sitting nearby. She’s pretty, her dark hair a contrast to her light silky blouse, and she’s about as out of place at this bar at ten o’clock in the morning as Danny is.
She looks up at him, and Danny cracks a smile. “You looking at me?”
The woman shakes her head. “The television’s behind you. And I desperately need a distraction.”
Same here, Danny thinks. “Well, if you’d rather have a live distraction than whatever’s on the news, I’m happy to oblige.”
The woman smiles and moves over to the seat next to him, bringing her coffee with her. “At this point I’m willing to try anything.”
“Buy you a drink? Wine, beer, scotch on the rocks?”
“Nah, I’m good. Not quite desperate enough to drink the hard stuff before noon.” She glances at Danny’s glass.
“Club soda,” he admits, and she grins.
“We’re practically twins.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Joanna.”
“Danny.” Her hand is soft, but her grip is firm and doesn’t linger. “It’s nice to meet you. So, what do you want to talk about?”
“Oh, anything but my love life.”
A laugh bursts out of Danny. “Get right to the point, do you?”
“No sense wasting time. For all I know, you’re a reporter doing a story on bars that open before noon and you’ll have to dash off to the next one any minute now.”
“No chance. I’m a detective, actually. But I’m taking a personal day.”
She gives him an appraising look. “A cop? But you seem so nice.”
“Ha, ha, ha. Very funny.”
“So,” Joanna says, “why a personal day?”
Danny takes a moment wondering how to answer this – he’s not really sure himself – when his phone rings. It’s Steve, of course, and the fact that hearing his voice makes his whole body light up just adds fuel to the giant dumpster fire that is his life. He hangs up after a few minutes and turns back to Joanna.
“Who was that?”
“My partner.”
Joanna looks at him appraisingly, and then nods. “Yeah, I’ve got one of those.”
“You’re a cop too?”
She snorts. “Um, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m a lawyer, actually.”
Danny’s confused. “So you have, what, law partners?”
Joanna takes a packet of sugar and adds it to the fresh coffee the bartender has set down in front of her. “You’re a little oblivious, aren’t you?”
It’s said with such amusement that Danny isn’t mad, and he’s happy to play along. “Oblivious about what?”
Joanna sighs and takes a careful sip of her drink, then stirs it some more. “You’re telling me that guy you just spoke to is your work partner?”
“Yes, who else would he be?” Danny has his own answer for this, but it’s a fantasy he hasn’t entertained in, oh, at least an hour or so.
Joanna shrugs noncommittally.
They slip into a more or less comfortable silence, and Danny contemplates his club soda. It’s just as boring as it was when he started it. He’s not even sure why he’s here, at a random bar on the north shore. When he woke up this morning, knowing he had a day free to do anything he wanted, a day off from work and all of its headaches, the first thing he thought of was checking the weather report to see what the waves would be like – because surfing with Steve is one of his favorite things to do to de-stress. But then he realized that Steve didn’t have the day off too, and it all seemed pointless.
A day without obligations is hard to come by for a single working dad, and Danny knows in theory he should be enjoying it. But he’s not.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to push.”
Danny is drawn out of his thoughts by Joanna’s comment. “No, you’re fine, it’s not you.”
Joanna leans back a little and runs a hand through her hair. “Want to know what I’m doing here?”
Danny takes in her flattering outfit, her carefully done make-up. “Waiting for a client meeting?”
She laughs. “Nope. One with my partner.”
“Your law partner,” Danny clarifies.
Joanna laughs again. “Yes. Except that’s the problem.”
“What’s the problem?”
Joanna takes a deep breath. “The truth is, I’d like it if my law partner were a little more than that.”
Danny feels a rush of shame, and looks quickly around the bar – still empty, except for the bartender. “Is this some kind of joke?”
She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm. “Relax. I’m really not pulling your chain. I’m telling the god’s honest truth.” She takes her hand back and swipes at her phone. “Here, see? We go out for drinks every Thursday night, everyone in the office. Thirsty Thursday kind of thing. Last night went on a little longer than usual, since we just got some really good news on a case.”
Joanna shows him a photograph of a tall, blond woman with her arm around Joanna, both of them in business suits and holding glasses of champagne. Several other people are crowded around them. All of them are making happy faces at the camera, except for Joanna, who has eyes only for the woman at her side.
“Oh,” says Danny.
“Yeah,” says Joanna. “And I’m pretty sure Jasper – he took the picture – sent it and about twenty other equally embarrassing ones to everyone who was there, including my partner.”
“Is that good or bad?” Danny asks.
“I’m not sure. But I’m going to find out.”
“What do you mean?”
Joanna taps her fingers on the bar, clearly a little nervous. “Okay, you’re probably going to thing I’m nuts. I went for my usual run this morning, through my neighborhood and down to the beach. It’s the same route I’ve run hundreds of times, and there isn’t much beach there, just some scrubby trees by the water’s edge, but you know any bit of beach is beautiful here, so it’s all good. And this morning, for the first time ever, I saw a honu on that little beach.
“A turtle?”
“Yeah. I’ve never seen one there before, but today there was a honu right there, a really big one.”
“Okay…”
“Honu are a symbol of good luck, right? I’ve realized that if I don’t say something to my partner soon, I’m going to lose my mind, or have to quit my job, or both – and once I saw that honu, I knew I could tell her how I feel. I’m going to do it today.”
“Wow,” Danny said, feeling buoyed by Joanna’s excitement. “You really are?”
“I really am.” Joanna stands up from her chair and straightens her skirt. “I finally realized it’s too important to keep hiding from. The way I feel about her… I think I love her, you know? And I can’t believe I’m telling you all this, maybe it’s easier because I don’t know you…”
“No, I get it,” Danny says, and he does. Sitting in this random, sunny bar, with a woman he’s never met before, with no preconceived assumptions, no rules or requirements, Danny suddenly feels like he’s opening up, too.
“I just don’t want to let a chance for love pass me by, not any more,” Joanna continues. “Not if we could really be something, and I think maybe we can. So I asked her to meet me at one of our favorite restaurants for lunch, in Haleiwa. Away from the office, somewhere private… and I better go, I don’t want to be late.”
“Of course not,” Danny says, standing too.
Joanna regards him for a long moment, and Danny squirms a little. “I think today is your lucky day, too,” Joanna says.
“Why’s that?”
“Because you met me,” Joanna says, grinning as she leaves. Danny thinks she’s right.
****
Joanna’s excitement is infectious, and Danny feels himself standing a little straighter as he leaves the bar. Maybe her plan would work for him, too. He hasn’t wanted to say anything to Steve for all the obvious reasons – he doesn’t know if Steve feels the same way despite how close they are, he’s never heard Steve express any interest in men at all, and he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship. But this constant pining is wearing away at him, and he isn’t getting any younger. What if he waits another ten years and then it turns out Steve was up for something more after all – what a waste that would be. Or what if he doesn’t have ten years to make up his mind – what if Steve’s conversation with Eddie’s veterinarian this morning turns into asking her out for a date, and they hit it off and live happily ever after?
There are millions of ways that Danny can miss his chance with Steve, and only one way to find out if he’s still got one.
Danny makes a few stops on his way back to Steve’s place. He texts Tani a few times to keep tabs on the team and make sure he knows when Steve’s heading home. He’s got a caprese salad drizzled with balsamic vinegar on the table and wine opened and breathing on the counter when he hears the front door open.
Steve appears in the doorway to the kitchen, and Danny’s jaw falls open. Steve’s wearing a dark gray button-up shirt, collar open at the neck, and black slacks that hug his ass like his cargoes never quite manage. He even looks freshly shaved.
“Hey, Danno,” Steve says, voice low, and Danny shivers. He takes a step towards Steve but somehow trips over his own feet and the carving knife in his hand goes flying to the ground.
Steve sucks in a breath, and they both stare at the knife, stuck in the floorboards about an inch away from Danny’s bare right toe. “Huh,” says Steve. “Lucky.”
Danny sucks in a breath and shakes his head, trying to grab on to anything at all that makes sense. “Why’re you dressed up?” he finally comes up with, which isn’t particularly witty but is somewhat better than oh my fucking god what is going on here, which is a close second.
Steve smirks. “I’ve got a date.”
Danny’s heart sinks. He’s too late, he’s just one goddamn day too late, this is his life every single time. He was a fool for thinking otherwise.
“With that vet?”
Steve looks determined. “No, not with the vet.” Steve crouches down at his feet and retrieves the knife, then places it in the sink. He’s right up in Danny’s space. “You look nice too,” Steve says, and at first Danny think’s it’s a non sequitur, but then he takes in Steve’s expression, that cocky confidence with an undercurrent of uncertainty, and the way Steve is lining up his own very nicely clad shoulder with Danny’s, and suddenly the clouds part and all is clear.
“Wait,” Danny says. “What do you think… How did you…?”
Steve’s face does something that seems to be a cross between a smirk and a hopeful grin. “Tani said you texted her a few times today.”
“So?”
“She said you were buying wine.”
Danny bites his lip. “Again, so?”
“You never buy wine, unless you’re cooking a fancy meal.”
“I buy wine all the time.”
“When was the last time?”
Danny has to think pretty hard about it, and that’s when he knows he’s losing this particular argument. He still has hope for winning the war, however, so he stops talking about wine.
“Can we go back to the part where you said you had a date? Because you’re not acting like you have a date.”
“No?” Steve asks. “How should I be acting?” Steve somehow moves even closer to Danny, tilting his head, waiting for Danny’s answer.
Danny can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he thinks he might be getting light headed.
“Come on, Danny,” Steve says, his breath puffing against Danny’s skin. “How should I be acting?”
Danny just blinks up at him, and then he’s saved from having to come up with an answer by Steve’s lips pressing against his own. Danny thinks he lets out something like a moan as his mouth opens under Steve’s, and he slides his hands up Steve’s back under his ridiculous shirt and pulls him close.
****
“You can’t possibly have known what I was going to do just from Tani telling you I was buying wine.”
Steve flops over onto his back. The sheet is pulled up just over his stupidly attractive hip bones, and Danny sneakily reaches out a finger to slide it back down again.
“Honestly, all I knew was that it seemed like you were getting ready for a date,” Steve says. “And it made me realize that I could lose my chance with you, anytime. You could meet someone, maybe even that woman you were talking to at the bar this morning, and it would be too late for us. So I changed into the spare clothes I keep at the office, and figured I’d give it my best shot.”
Danny pushes up on an elbow. “Have you eaten a radioactive spider lately? Drank some kind of serum?”
“No…”
“Because the mindreading shit is frankly disturbing… I literally – and I mean the actual meaning of literally, not the one the kids are using these days – I literally had that same thought today. That you’d finally get up the nerve to ask out that vet again, or fall in love while buying ammunition, or save some gorgeous lady’s pet parakeet from terrorists, and I’d lose my chance with you.”
Steve turns towards Danny, his face brimming with affection. “I guess today really was our lucky day, then.”
Danny grins into Steve’s kiss. He’s gonna send Joanna a fruit basket. And maybe give a great big donation to whatever organization looks out for the honu, because he owes them, too.
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worth everything: luke hughes
warnings: body shaming, feeling as if you don’t deserve anything
tani speaks: i’m not trying to romanticise bullying i’m just trying to show that sometimes there are people who care for you and if you ever need to speak to anyone i’m always here.
growing up in michigan and attending the university of michigan, you knew there was a high chance of you running into someone you knew. a group of people you hated running into was the hockey team.
they were all lovely boys, some of them, but you had a horrible interactions with your local hockey team. one that scarred you for life.
your friends never understood your avoidance of the team. simply because they never had to experience the extent of bullying you went through. even if they were there at the time no one understood.
but as they all craved the attention of the team you were forced to be within close proximity’s with the team. in some ways you were grateful for the close relationship but majority of the time you hated it.
especially when you looked into the eyes of luke hughes.
your past with the boy was rocky. at first he was your friend, coming over to your house to play after school but when he got more involved with hockey you two started hanging out less.
with hockey, luke got a new friend group which meant he didn’t really need you. or as one of his friends put it ‘you aren’t being held back by any extra weight’. it was unfortunate timing when you heard that.
sure it hurt when you were compared to dead weight but you didn’t let it get to you. you had to move on and that’s exactly what you did. it was tough to make friends again but you did it with a group of friends you thought really liked it.
luke thought it was a miracle when he saw you at the same party as him. in all honesty, he had missed your presence especially your jokes. his brothers had both asked where you were but luke always shrugged them off.
until tonight.
the youngest hughes was dragged with his friends outside when he saw you seated on a log. you were wearing a beautiful dress that really complimented your body. to luke it made you look even more breathtaking.
“be careful not to break the log fatty,”
“who invited a hippo?”
“now we know where all the snacks went!”
his friends started jeering. luke knew this wasn’t the first time it had happened. they’d all joked about it one day, about how you were so easy to rile up and how they never understood why your friends were visibly smaller than you but still kept you around.
“how do you feel being the designated ugly fat friend?”
“come on hippo. answer our questions,”
you managed to ignore the group. but as you walked past them their comments kept getting meaner. it was in a moment of weakness that you looked to luke for help.
you thought maybe he would tell them to shut up or that he would defend you in any way. your eyes were pleading him to do anything.
“say something hippo,” luke added.
that was when you started choking up. you bit your lip and walked back into the house, tears clouding your eyes. jack found you as you bumped into him and johnny.
“y/n/n, what happened?” he asked, immediately concerned for you.
he had seen you earlier wearing the dress you bought when he and quinn took you shopping. he wanted to say something about it but when he went back to look for you, you were gone.
now you covered your body up with an oversized sweater you always carried around. one glance outside told jack everything he needed to know about your situation.
even though it had been a couple of years since the incident, every single word and insult that was said to you stuck in your head. so when your friends left to attach themselves to someone on the team you thought you would be okay.
but you were wrong.
“well if it isn’t our little hippo,”
“she’s not really little is she,”
the words sent shivers down your spine as you turned to face the boys who made your high school experience hell. you knew for a fact they didn’t go to michigan which meant they snuck into the party.
“have you been working out hippo?”
“you know you have to watch your food if you want to lose weight. that means no snacking on cheeto’s,” they taunted.
all of a sudden, your confidence diminished. everything you built up crumpled in the matter of seconds.
luke was the one who saw your situation. he knew johnny had helped you at the last party he saw you at. he remembered the yelling he got from jack and quinn especially when he shamefully admitted what he said.
the two boys continuously threw insult after insult at you. they commented on what you were wearing to how no one never actually wanted to be your friend and how you were just a waste of space.
“leave her alone,” luke yelled.
johnny took you in his arms up to his room. when the rest of the team saw luke yelling at the two boys they called the party off. your so-called friends didn’t spend a second to wonder where you were as they walked out.
“both of you have to grow the fuck up because honestly what you’re doing is childish. and it’s not right, it wasn’t right in high school and it’s not right now. y/n is an amazing girl and she’s beautiful beyond words; all you’ve done if belittle her and make her feel worthless when she is worth more of my time than anything i’ve spent with the two of you. and i realise know that walking away from her friendship was the dummest thing i’ve done,” he ranted.
the boys all gave sounds of agreement as they started telling the two boys stories of your bravery and how you didn’t deserve the way they treated you. their discussion ended with nick banning the two boys from coming near any of the boys and especially you.
luke immediately took off to see how you were doing. he came outside of johnny’s room door but stopped when he heard you speaking.
“i don’t want to do this anymore johnny. i can’t keep acting like everything is alright,” you sobbed.
“it takes so much in me to pretend that i’m alright and that i’m not affected by what everyone says when really i’m drowning. every night i go to sleep thinking about everything they said about me and how it’s all true,”
“y/n, none of what they said is true. you are beautiful and everyone can see that” you cut johnny off as you continued.
“but it is. because if i was worth anything luke wouldn’t have left me. if i was worth fighting for and being something other than someone’s designated ugly fat friend then luke would’ve stuck up for me the first night,”
luke stepped into the room, tears brimming his eyes.
“you are worth everything y/n,” he confessed.
“you are worthy of so much more than your life is giving you right now. you are worth fighting for, hell if i come back with only one arm i wouldn’t care because i know i’m coming back to you,”
luke had taken johnny’s place in front of you. the boy held your face in his hands, his thumbs wiping away at your tears. he never realised the impact his friends, ex-friends, words had on you.
“you are worth every argument y/n and i will spend the rest of my life proving that to you,” he whispered.
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Hau’oli Lā Ho’omaika’i
Summary: Even after months of being away from Hawaii, you still harbour feelings for Steve. You just don’t know that he feels the same. Maybe one of you will finally say something this thanksgiving.
Pairing: Steve x Reader
A/N: Title translates to Happy Thanksgiving.
It had been so long since you’d been here.
You took a deep breath of the fresh, Hawaiian air. The scent of the ocean filling your nostrils.
You pulled into the driveway of Steve’s home. It may have been a while since you’d last been here, but you always made sure to make it back to the island for holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Walking to the backyard, the laughter of your ohana began to fill your ears. Eddie was the first to greet you with a bark, his tail whipping back and forth, and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he bounded over to you. “Hi, buddy,” you grinned, scratching him behind the ears.
One by one, everyone else at the party greeted you. The last person to say hello was Steve, aka the guy you had a massive crush on and had for a while now.
“Hey,” he smiled.
“Hi,” you smiled back. You felt your heart flutter at the mere sight of him. God, pull yourself together, Y/N.
Danny wrapped an arm around your shoulders and smiled at you. His blue eyes flicked between you and Steve before his eyes stopped on you. “I have to say that I am so glad you’re back, maybe now Steve will stop pouting.”
“I have not been pouting.”
“Uh-huh, sure you haven’t,” Danny retorted.
“See what I have to put up with,” Steve joked.
“You two never change,” you chuckled.
-
“Damn, I am stuffed. Amazing food as always,” you smiled at Flippa’s mom, Maya.
“Mahalo, dear,” she smiled at you.
“How about we all say what we’re thankful for?” Lou suggested.
Starting from Duke, everyone said what they were thankful for this year. Then it got to you.
“Well, I am thankful for you guys, my ohana, and I’m grateful for this island. You know I love every single opportunity to come back here. But, what I am most thankful for is that my job has now given me the chance to move back here.”
“Wait, seriously?” Tani asked.
“Yeah,” you grinned. “I wanted to keep it a surprise.”
“Well, alright, that’s great,” Lou smiled brightly.
“That’s amazing,” Junior added.
-
A little while after your announcement, Danny left you talking to Renee, Duke, Jerry, Tani, Junior, and Junior’s parents and went to join Steve in the kitchen. “So, Y/N’s staying.”
“Good observation.”
Danny rolled his eyes and leaned against the counter with his arms folded over his chest. “Maybe now you can admit those feelings that you very clearly have.”
“I don’t have feelings for Y/N.”
“Right, and I’m the president,” Danny quipped. “Come on, just admit it.”
With a roll of his eyes, Steve grabbed a beer and left the kitchen.
-
By the time everyone had left, the sun had set, and the moon was hanging high in the sky. Shining stars littered the black blanket of the night sky.
The only guest Steve had left was you, and he was beyond grateful for that. He sat next to you on the sand. Eddie was already laying on your other side with his head on your lap.
“So, you’re staying, huh?”
“I am.”
“When did you find out?”
“A few weeks ago. I didn’t tell you when you called that day because I wanted to keep it a surprise and tell you all at the same time.”
“I’m thrilled you’re staying. It’ll be great to have you back.”
“Aww, who knew you could be such a softie, Stevie,” you teased, gently shoving his arm.
“Yeah, yeah,” he smiled. “Hey, Y/N/N, now that you’re back and that you’re staying, do you think we can talk about something?”
“Sure, Steve, you know you can talk to me about anything. Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, it’s just something Danny said to me earlier.”
“Did you two have another argument? You’re like an old married couple,” you joked, getting a smile off him in return. “Okay, in all seriousness, what did you want to talk about?”
“Okay, so, Danny keeps getting on my ass about this, and I think he’s right, and I just need to tell you. We have been friends for a long time now. You’re my family. But, the truth is, I’ve liked you as more than a friend for a while now.”
“I um. Woah. That’s a lot to take in.” You scratched the back of your head. “Steve, are you being serious right now?”
“Yeah, I am, but I completely understand if you don’t return those feelings.”
“Did I say I didn’t?”
“No.”
“Exactly. I wanted to tell you before I left, but then I decided that it was probably best not to. I didn’t want to risk losing our friendship or starting something with you and then it ending horribly because of the long distance.”
“And now that you’ll be living in Hawaii again, what do you think about maybe going out for dinner with me sometime?”
“I would really like that, Steve.”
Steve looked out at the ocean and let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding in.
You moved in to kiss his cheek, but as you did that, he turned his head towards you. Your lips met his. It was only for a second, and you were a little embarrassed when you pulled away.
“Uh, well, that was unexpected.”
“A little, but I’m not complaining.”
“Me either.”
He cupped your cheek with his hand and leaned in. His lips were gentle as they pressed against yours.
You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck and one hand weaving into his hair.
You both pulled away suddenly when Eddie barked and started licking your faces. “Eddie,” you laughed, both of you now turning your attention to him.
“That’s one way to tell us to stop, buddy,” Steve chuckled.
“I think someone just wants attention,” you cooed just as he rolled onto his back. You were more than happy to oblige and stroke his belly. “Now, this I am very thankful for,” you smiled, leaning into Steve while continuing to stroke Eddie’s belly.
Steve wrapped his arms around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. “Me too.”
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This chapter comes to a close
As you’ve seen by my posts I’ve recently been watching through Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, and just last night at the time of writing this I watched the final episode. This is significant to me because it was the first sentai I watched all the way through that was from before I became a sentai fan (Which was around the halfway point of Zyuohger). Why did I pick Shinkenger as my first? Partially because I like the suits, partially because the opening theme is a bop, and partially because I had seen parts of power rangers Samurai and I was just curious. So having finished the series (still having some movies to watch) I thought it would be fun to give my thoughts on the show and its characters, no note just talking about my thoughts on the show as a whole(Beware as I won’t shy away from spoilers). Starting with...
The Villains
Arguably the villains can be just as important to the success of a show or movie as the main characters are. They need to be intimidating and powerful to make them seem like a real threat to the team, and I think the Gedoushu manage to accomplish that well enough. The suit designs for the main generals are ok, very intricate but not overly so (The exception to that being Dokoku who just has a bit to much going in his design IMO). One of my favorite things about this group is their main goal: raising the level of the Sanzu river so it’ll flood into the human world, To do this they have to create negative emotions in humans. It’s not often that bad guys in these shows actually have a goal besides just world domination. This actually gives the individual monsters more purpose than just attempting to destroy the rangers, plus it means that whenever they attack their scoring at least a small victory as the river will raise ever so slightly. Another small thing to mention before I get into the main villains as individuals is that despite being evil there seemed to be a bit of comradery between at least the main 3. It wasn’t brought up too often but a scene that stuck out to me was at the end when Dokoku and Shitari seem to be just the least bit saddened by Dayu’s death. Granted that could just be them being thankful that her death made Dokoku stronger but I digress. Onto the individual villains from least to most favorite
Shitari
There’s not much to say about Shitari since I can’t actually remember him doing much throughout the show. He may have helped with the plots of a few filler episodes and commanded a few monsters but that’s about it. Really the most notable thing about him is that his actor also plays Brook in One Piece so part of me was always expecting him to ask to see Dayu’s panties.
Dokoku
Surprisingly the big bad of this season just barely escapes being the worst villain. Much like Shitari he doesn’t actually do much throughout the season, what places him higher than Shitari is two things: 1. he has a reason for being idle throughout the show being that unlike other Gedoushu he can’t stay in the human world for more than 3 minutes without drying up severely and being out of commission for the next week, though we never are really told why that is. 2. When he eventually DID actually do something he was damn powerful. Easily walking through the shinkengers in their first battle. Not to mention it was clear even with monsters that seemed more intimidating than him they still were afraid of him and his power.
Dayuu
Honestly I don’t have much to say about her either. Most of the villains were decent at being villains but for the most part kinda unremarkable. What puts Dayuu and Juzo is just the fact that they had backstories and pretty interesting ones at that. Dayuu after finding out the man she loved had married another woman was consumed with jealousy and burned him and his wife to death. That is friggin metal as hell and I love it. In a series like this where full scale invasions from aliens are common place in rare to see something so small scale like this to be treated as serious as it is. It really makes her feel more human as a villain, which I dig.
Juzo
Juzo was easily my favorite villain in Shinkenger. And no not just because he was played by my favorite character from 555. Like Dayu he had a really interesting backstory that made him feel a lot more human (Despite the whole point of his arc being that he wasn’t human.) Basically he found out he was dying and decided to take a couple people down with him which led to him becoming a Gedou. In the earlier episodes he seemed to be sort of an anti hero, not necessarily working for the Gedou and even saving Shinken red’s life on a couple of occasions just because he wanted so desperately to fight red himself. That is until close to the end of the show when he basically said “I don’t care if my family’s souls are suffering because of me, let them suffer.” to show there really wasn’t a shred of humanity left within him. Not to mention he had an amazing death scene that I won’t say anything because it’s best seen for yourself.
Now with the bag guys done I’m gonna move onto the actual shinkengers. like before it’ll be least to most favorite
Shinken Green - Tani Chiaki
In this case saying Chiaki is my least favorite really just means I didn’t like him as much as the others but I still did like him. Admittedly there wasn’t much to Chiaki in terms of an arc, just that in the beginning he had an inferiority complex that made him not want to follow orders but that kinda went away after one episode. What I liked more about him was his personality, very happy-go-lucky while still taking his role as a shinkenger seriously. He’s also very friendly, being the first to make friend’s with Genta when he joined the team as well as having a good relationship with every other ranger and even Jii. He really is fun to watch but not much else.
Shinken Pink - Shiraishi Mako
Mako is a very kind person and wants to help those in need, however she only helps those in need and as soon as they don’t need her she leaves them. She’s one of the older Shinkengers thus earning her the affectionate nickname of “Big sis” from the rest of the team. However that’s basically all there is to her. She doesn’t change that much and overall has the lowest amount of character focus episodes. But she’s cute so that puts her above Chiaki.
Shinken Blue - Ikenami Ryunosuke
Ryunosuke is easily the most dedicated to his role as a samurai,he’s kind, hardworking and he’s loyal to a fault which ends up creating an internal debate for him when he discovers the person he’s pledged his life to isn’t the actual Shiba head. Being that he was a kabuki actor his movements and mannerisms are very lively and wild, it’s really just a joy to watch how his actor portrayed him. He definitely carried the show’s energy for the most part. I also loved watching his interactions with the others and when he’s forced to work with them. Some highlights of his include the episode where him and Chiaki get glued together and the episode where Genta tries to follow him around to learn to be a samurai.
Shinken Red - Shiba Takeru/Shiba Kaoru
I lump both of them together mainly because we didn’t see enough of Kaoru for me to really make a judgement of her yet I still wanted to mention her. I’ll say this, I did like her. She was definitely worthy of being the first female red ranger. I appreciate that despite her recognizing herself as the strongest she never tried to put the others down for being weaker than her, even berating her retainer for doing just that. I’ll admit the thing at the end with her “Adopting” Takeru was kinda weird but it showed she recognized the team was stronger with Takeru.
As for Takeru himself I really enjoyed him. Stoic, intimidating, and cold at the beginning but as time went on and he developed relationships with the rest of the team he slowly began opening up to them more and more. So much so that by the end he was joking around just as much as they were. And the twist of him not actually being of the Shiba household I thought was executed pretty well, I would’ve been genuinely surprised by it had power rangers not done the same thing. He was a really solid character and easily one of my favorite red rangers.
Shinken Gold - Umemori Genta
Genta was a unique 6th ranger in that he was mostly comedic relief, but a damn good one. He had me genuinely laughing out loud a few times. despite being a comedic character they managed to have a few serious plots with him that turned out alright. Not much more to say about him, he’s funny and (as the show called him) an extraordinary good boy
Shinken Yellow - Hanaori Kotoha
Easily my favorite of the shinkengers, Kotoha is the youngest and therefore least experienced of the team. Originally her older sister was meant to take the role of yellow but fell ill before the events of the show leaving Kotoha to take her place. This of course makes her feel inferior to the others and ike she isn’t a real samurai, just a substitute for her sister. Eventually though after Jii learns of her insecurities he helps reassure her that everyone thinks of her as a real samurai. Although this part of her character isn’t really seen until close to the end, it was that which made me love her character, hell I even shed a tear or two during her last character focus episode. Plus she is downright adorable so there’s nothing not to love about her.
Final thoughts
Overall I think Shinkenger was a really good show, easily in my top 5 sentai (although that’s not saying much since most of the sentai I’ve seen have been pretty Meh). As I mentioned the suits are really well designed, and the opening song as well as the fight songs are just badass. The characters are all really good with the weakest of them just being the ones that were under developed. The story while not necessarily ground breaking it was still enjoyable to watch and I wouldn’t mind coming back to it pretty soon, but for now I need to move on to a different sentai.
I contemplated for a while what sentai to watch next, between Goseiger, Goonger, Dekaranger, Magiranger, Bioman and a few others. Ultimately tho I decided that since one of my favorite things about sentai is the crossovers I should go back and watch all the crossovers, so I’ll start with the season that made these team ups an annual thing. So if I ever make another Long ass post like this, then you’ll be hearing of the fight to protect earth against the evile Baranoia army in Chouriki Sentai Ohranger
#super sentai#samurai sentai shinkenger#shinkenger#shinken gold#shinken red#shinken pink#shinken yellow#shinken green#shinken blue#Umemori Genta#Shiba Takeru#Shiraishi Mako#Hanaori Kotoha#Tani Chiaki#Ikenami Ryunosuke
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the sacrifice (part three).
Baekhyun sighed, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his robes as he stared up at the night sky. The moonlight seemed to be reflected in his one blue eye, the mark of his family's magic. If he could prevent the loss of another innocent life, he would do everything in his power to help.
He only hoped that what he had was enough.
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Pairing: Baekhyun and Fem reader
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Your legs were falling asleep from staying in one position for too long, but you didn't mind. Not when Tanie was lying contentedly in your lap, her fluffy tail lazily sweeping the floor below her.
"You're such a pretty cat, aren't you," you cooed. Tanie meowed as you ran a hand through her fur, marveling at how soft she was. Clearly, Minseok took good care of her.
"Don't go stealing my familiar from me," Minseok joked, looking up from where he sat reading through a thick book. His reading glasses threatened to slip down the bridge of his nose, and he quickly pushed them back up.
"What is a familiar, anyways? A pet?"
"It's a lot more than a pet," Jongdae said, sitting up in his armchair. "A familiar has their own magic. They're meant to help a witch get in touch with the craft, to support their power. Once a familiar chooses their partner, the bond lasts for a lifetime." He grinned as Dotori's bushy tail tickled at the nape of his neck, the chipmunk sitting perched on his shoulder. "It's a deep friendship that lasts for centuries."
"Centuries?" Your eyes widened in disbelief. "How old can witches be?"
"Very old," Minseok said quickly.
Jongdae smirked, leaning forward in his seat. "Grandpa over there gets sensitive when it comes to age. I'm the youngest, and I barely had my 100th birthday a few years ago."
"A hundred?" you exclaimed. Tanie flinched at the sound of your voice, pupils shrinking to tiny pinpoints before she lay back down again.
"But you look so young! You hardly look any older than I do." A soft chuckle from behind you caught your attention, head whirling around to see Baekhyun amused by your reaction.
"Something about practicing the craft prolongs our lifespans," he said. "It keeps ancient people like Minseok alive enough to be a hun — "
Minseok leaped at him, the heavy book falling out of his lap as he threw his hands over Baekhyun's mouth. "Say another word, I dare you," he grumbled.
Baekhyun's body shook with laughter, eyes turning to crescent moons as he weakly pushed the other man off of him. His cheer was infectious, and gladly welcome after the stressful couple of days you all had. The four of you had been poring over books, starting with the revered family grimoires and moving on to the rest of the books in the library in search of a remedy. So far, you hadn't found anything that would rid Sehun of his illness.
At least the witches were comfortable around you now.
The animals had been the first ones to completely warm up to you, Dotori taking a spot on your shoulder whenever she wasn't with Jongdae. Mongryong was always trying to drag you outside to play, while Tanie was content with sitting on you for hours as you pet her.
Seeing how attached their familiars were with you already, it was only a matter of time before you got close to the witches as well. Minseok had been the first one you felt comfortable around, which didn't come as a surprise since he had been taking care of you since your arrival. You had befriended Jongdae over your mutual love of teasing Dotori, which annoyed the chipmunk to no end.
Even Baekhyun, cold and closed-off, was beginning to warm up to you. He was still quiet and reserved around you more than the others, but he managed to start up small conversations here and there. No longer did you have sit in a room with him and feel stifled by the awkward silence. Plus, having Jongdae and Minseok around always helped to bring out his playful personality.
It came as a relief that the three witches were starting to trust you. It was strange to realize that if things had been different, if the king hadn't supported the persecution of thousands of witches, you might have befriended the coven years earlier.
Minseok finally gave up on attacking Baekhyun, confident that the clairvoyant wouldn't be disclosing his age any time soon. "I hate to say it, but I haven't found anything yet that I think would cure the prince — not even the slightest bit. Illnesses of this degree usually require cures in the form of stronger, riskier magic."
Jongdae hummed in agreement, full of regret as he eyed the stack of books lying at his feet. "Neither have I." Throughout your search, both men had taken the time to explain why certain spells or concoctions wouldn't work for Sehun, Minseok drawing from his knowledge of potion-making and Jongdae from his affinity for spell-casting.
"We have to keep looking," you replied, carefully reaching out for your family grimoire. Tanie climbed out of your lap as you replaced her empty spot with the thick tome, running a hand over the cover. You had pored over the pages day after day, unable to find anything that would serve as a remedy for Sehun's specific symptoms.
"The answers may not be in these books," Minseok continued slowly, sensing how your anxiety was starting to bubble up. "But there is still something that we haven't tried."
"What is it?"
Minseok glanced over at Baekhyun, raising an eyebrow. "The full moon is in a few days. Perhaps the scrying stone will show you something that will help us."
A small frown settled on your lips. "But it hasn't shown us anything that we can use."
Baekhyun had already tried, locked in his room with only Mongryong for company as the rest of you waited outside. The stone hadn't been very helpful, only predicting a few changes in weather patterns and pesky bugs and animals threatening to eat through Minseok's garden sometime soon. You weren't sure what Baekhyun did when he was scrying, but you were already able to tell how fickle the skill was. The scrying stone always varied in what it chose to show, a few seconds of the future at one time, a few minutes the next. The only thing Baekhyun could do was wait and watch.
"A witch's power is at its highest during the full moon," Baekhyun explained. “It's become tradition for us to hold a ritual on the night of the full moon, to get in touch with the full extent of our magic."
"Do you think it'll work? That the crystal will lead us to a cure?" you added, eyes widening hopefully.
Baekhyun paused, searching for the right words. "I don't know,” he replied truthfully. "But I have a good feeling about it."
"Don't worry, little witch," Jongdae piped up. "Baekhyun's too modest about his abilities. The full moon's never failed him before."
You nodded, even as Baekhyun glared at his friend. "Okay. I trust you — all of you."
Baekhyun's expression softened, the genuine honesty in your words stirring up an emotion he hadn't felt in a while. He hadn't felt hope like this in ages, a feeling so strong, it was all-consuming.
It was almost like magic.
With a determined glint to his eye, Baekhyun stood up to stare out the window at the darkening afternoon sky. It would only be a couple of days before the full moon was upon them, whether they were ready or not.
"We'd better start preparing as soon as possible," Baekhyun murmured. "Gather all of the materials that we need."
"Is there anything that I can do to help?" you offered. Magic wasn't your thing, but helping prepare for the full moon? Maybe something you would have better luck with.
Baekhyun met your gaze, a full moon of his own nestled in his left eye. It never failed to surprise you how strikingly beautiful both of his eyes were — the brown and blue complementing each other.
"Are you sure?" he asked. "You don't need to force yourself to participate in the ritual, much less help prepare for it."
You shook your head. "It's no bother to me," you admitted. "I want to learn about my family's craft. Plus, it'll help keep me from getting too tangled up in my worries."
Baekhyun quickly glanced over at the other two witches, all of them aware of the couple of times they had found you deep in thought, fighting internally with your own struggles and concerns. "Alright," he said.
"Let's get started."
It was amazing how much time was spent preparing for the ritual in the following days. You hadn't realized how much of practicing witchcraft actually consisted of gathering necessary materials. Minseok had taught you how to gather specific herbs to be burned during the ritual, venturing into the forest with you and Tanie. Some items needs to be picked at certain times, like a handful of yellow dandelions plucked early in the morning right as the sun began to rise. Others were less difficult to find, like a couple of bay leaves from the witches' garden.
Jongdae noticed how you took interest in the strange writing that you couldn't read, and offered to teach you how to read the language of the ancients. It was hard going at first, especially with getting used to a completely different set of written symbols in addition to an entirely new language. But soon enough, you were able to recognize certain letters of the alphabet here and there, much to Jongdae's delight.
While the other two witches taught you about specifics of the craft, Baekhyun took it upon himself to inform you about each step of the full moon's ritual. The four of you would set out late at night, setting everything up before starting the ritual at midnight. The full moon ritual was known for being extremely draining, but Baekhyun assured you that all of it was worth it for the results.
"Using magic on the night of the full moon, it's like nothing else. But it'll be a long night," he warned as both of you sat at the kitchen table. "We might not be back until dawn."
"I'll be fine," you told him, crushing some dried herbs that Minseok had brought up from the cellar. "Nothing like sitting in the cold, dark forest all night."
Baekhyun smiled to himself as you continued to crush the herbs with a mortar and pestle — a task that Minseok had assigned to you. "Make sure you don't fall asleep. It's important that all of us are awake and focused."
"Even if I don't have any magic?"
"Even so. Any break in concentration could interrupt the ritual, cut off access to our power."
You gulped in worry, the importance of the ritual creating cracks in your confidence. Tonight was the night, and it was only a few hours away before the four of you would be heading outside.
Baekhyun eyed you warily, noticing how quiet you had gotten. "It's not too late to back out, if you're afraid."
"I'm not afraid," you replied stiffly. "Just nervous."
"Isn't that the same thing?" The witch laughed when you glared at him, a sight that you still couldn't get used to. "I mean it, Princess. You don't have to participate if you don't feel like it."
You pouted at his choice in nickname for you. It had caught on with all three of the witches, even as you protested and explained that just because you were the crown prince’s cousin, you weren’t necessarily a princess. As much as you complained, you hated to admit that the nickname was already growing on you.
"If I'm not ready now, I don't know if I'll ever be." You returned to crushing the herbs in your bowl with renewed vigor, much to Baekhyun's amusement.
"What's bothering you?" he asked, watching lazily with his arms propped up against the wood of the table.
You worked away in silence for a bit, as if you hadn't even heard his question. "It's just that I have so many ideas about what I'm hoping will happen, and what if none of that turns out to be true? What if this is just another dead end?"
Baekhyun twiddled his fingers as he thought, the mole on his thumb disappearing and reappearing in between the movements of his hands. "It might be," he replied honestly. "I've learned that even with all of its power and potential, sometimes magic doesn't come to us in the ways that we want."
The sudden shift in the mood had you pause in the middle of your work, stopping the rhythmic beating of the pestle. "What do you mean?" you asked carefully.
Baekhyun raised his left eyebrow, the one curved over his blue eye. "Do you know what it means for someone in the Byun clan to have blue eyes?"
You shook your head. His mismatched eyes had intrigued you from the start, wondering what could cause such a unique contrast in colors, and yet you were too shy to ask.
"It's a sign of clairvoyance. My great-great-great-grandmother was the most skilled of our clan. I've heard that she had eyes so light, they almost looked white. She was powerful, not only able to see the future, but to change it as well. You can imagine my disappointment when I didn't even get the standard blue eyes of the Byun clairvoyants — just one." Baekhyun laughed dryly, sarcastically.
"But one is better than none," you argued weakly. "I mean, you have the ability."
"I do, but not as much as I wish I did. Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with this other eye." He pointed at the pool of warm brown in his right eye, thinking of another person dear to him who once had eyes in the same brown color. "The same as my mother's," he added softly.
Baekhyun coughed suddenly, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. "It's just always lingering in the back of my mind, you know? The fact that no matter how hard I try, I don't have the same abilities that my grandmother had."
"It might also be a good thing," you ventured. "It's not fair to have to live up to someone else's fame." With a shrug, you reached down to wipe your palms on your apron. "Sehun may be ill, but he's still a prince — and the only heir, to top it off. All his life, he's been groomed to be the perfect prince, the one to carry on the legacy of his family. But Sehun's not his father, or his grandfather, or anyone else. It's unfair to expect him, and you, to live up to meet standards that were set by someone else. The most that we can hope for is to be the best that we allow ourselves to be."
Baekhyun sat stunned by your sage advice. He had decades of experience on you, and yet you seemed so much wiser. Perhaps you weren't as naive as he thought. "Thank you," he said softly.
"You're welcome." And there it was again, another side to Baekhyun that you hadn't seen before. It made you wonder how much he and the others were learning about you as well, if they were just as surprised by what they discovered.
You weren't the only one learning something new everyday. And yet, there was still so much to discover.
The witching hour was almost upon you, much to your anticipation. Baekhyun was upstairs carefully wrapping up the scrying stone for the short journey the four of you would be taking, while the rest of you waited downstairs. Mongryong waited patiently at your feet, short stump of a tail wagging back and forth.
Unluckily for poor Mongryong, your attention was on Jongdae. He stood beside you, black cape and pointed hat on as Dotori scurried up from his shoulder. She made her way onto his hat, perched on the edge even as it began to droop down. With a short squeak, she began running around over the fabric, much to Jongdae's dismay.
"Hey, quit it!" Jongdae exclaimed, his shouts turning to giggles as the chipmunk scrambled down from his head. In a flash, she disappeared down the back of Jongdae's robes, rendering him a mess or flailing limbs and laughter.
You and Minseok watched on fondly, laughing at the sight of the chipmunk's tickle attack. Dotori reappeared at the collar of Jongdae's robes, tiny nose twitching in glee as she snuggled against him.
"Yeah, yeah. You can try and be all cute with me, but it won't work." Despite his words, Jongdae scooped the tiny fluff of a chipmunk up and indulged her in a few berries. "What did I say about playing around on my hat? You could fall off and hurt yourself."
Dotori only gave a small squeak before turning her attention back to her snacks. "Are all familiars as fond of their owners as she is?" you inquired, meeting the animal's eyes.
"Most are. I've heard of a few that are indifferent, but even those are fiercely loyal to their bonded." Jongdae shrugged. "No pairing is the same."
"Which is a relief," Minseok added with a wide grin. "I don't think I'd be able to handle either Dotori or Mongryong's energy." He leaned down to kiss the top of Tanie's head, the feline resting easily in his arms.
"I leave for two minutes, and you take this opportunity to insult my familiar?" Baekhyun's voice carried down the staircase as he descended. A bag was slung over his shoulder, presumably with the crystal inside. A midnight-blue robe was draped over his body, the fabric rippling smoothly with every step.
Mongryong dashed over to Baekhyun with a cheerful bark, smothering the witch with love as he jumped up against Baekhyun's legs. It was endearing to see how close the witches were with their familiars — from Jongdae's playful relationship with Dotori, to Minseok's easy companionship with Tanie, and Baekhyun and Mongryong's intense loyalty to each other. Funnily enough, they reminded you of how close you and Sehun were.
"Everyone's ready, then?" Jongdae asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.
You nodded, even as you checked to make sure that all of the herbs and candles were tucked away neatly in your bag. The others would have things to carry as well, and you wouldn't hear of them shouldering heavy bags through the forest while you were left with nothing.
The four of you left the warmth and comfort of the house and went out into the frigid night air, goosebumps immediately rising on your skin. You turned to see Minseok putting his own pointed hat on to match Jongdae, while Baekhyun pulled the hood of his robe over his head.
"Why do you wear head coverings during the rituals?" you asked curiously, glancing from person to person. You had read about the tradition of wearing head coverings during the full moon rituals in one of the witches' books, but it had provided no explanation as to why.
The brothers shared a look, but Baekhyun simply shrugged. "No real reason. It's just fun."
Your brows jumped up in disbelief. "They're not important in affecting how the ritual goes? You don't wear them to help harness your magic?"
Baekhyun chuckled. "It's a hat, Princess. Or a cloak, in my case. It's not going to have any effect on our magic."
"Then why do you do it?" you spluttered out.
"Just for the fun of it." Noticing your flabbergasted expression, all three men burst into laughter.
"I don't see what's so funny," you grumbled in your embarrassment. "According to your reasoning, I could be out tonight wearing a handkerchief on my head, and it wouldn't make any difference." "You could, but that would be ridiculous." Baekhyun's lip curled into a smirk.
"No more than wearing a hat for no reason."
Minseok interrupted, wanting to settle the squabble and actually get some work done. "The ancient witches wore headcoverings to protect their identities as they snuck away to meet up in the middle of the night. Now, they're more of a fashion statement." He chuckled, tugging on Baekhyun's blue hood. "Now come on, before we lose our chance. We don't have time to wait for the next full moon."
That sobered everyone up quickly, your small group of witches heading even further into the forest. There were no paths, and most of the journey was spent walking carefully around obstacles with only the light of a lantern for help. Mongryong took on the task of scouting ahead, toddling off into the brush ahead as the rest of you followed. Jongdae even began singing to himself softly to keep himself awake, Baekhyun's voice weaving and blending in to harmonize with the other's. The night chirpings of insects hidden away in the forest added to their music, creating an unexpected melody.
You began to wonder if they were heading back to the stream where you first met Dotori. Mongryong let out a small yip of excitement as he wove back and forth between a cluster of bushes and trees. You followed after him, curious about what had gotten him so eager.
You ducked around a few low-hanging branches, pushing past the last of the greenery only to be rendered speechless in awe by what lay on the other side.
Where you had been expecting a slow moving river was instead a large body of still water, the moonlight reflected perfectly on its smooth surface. The sound of the insects was even louder out here, although you couldn't spot another living creature apart from your small group.
Mongryong walked to the water's edge, toeing the line but not going in. A sudden peal of laughter caught your attention, only to see Tanie mewling repeatedly as Minseok set her down on the pebbles that made up the lake's shore. The cat lifted up her paws gingerly, walking at an awkward angle as she scurried away back to the grass.
"We've been doing this for years, and she still hates walking on the rocks every time," Minseok explained to you with a grin. "If she could have things her way, I'd be carrying her all night."
Tanie finally relaxed as she reached the grass, settling down with her paws tucked underneath and her wise eyes watching over all of you.
Time was of the essence, and the witches wasted no time in setting up. Baekhyun and Minseok got started on making a small fire while Jongdae went to gather water. You watched as he pulled out a bowl from his knapsack, dipping it into the pond. As he lifted it back up, the excess water spilled out from the edges, so luminous that you could have sworn he was collecting liquid moonlight.
With steady, careful steps, Jongdae began to walk in large circles around the area where the rest of you were setting up, his pointed hat bobbing with each step. He was whispering to himself, casting a spell as he dipped his fingers into the bowl of water and letting the droplets fall to the ground every couple of steps. From what you had learned, the water was used to cleanse, to purify the area and to get it ready for the ritual. This was done to keep the magic contained, and to set up protection for the witches inside.
"Y/N, the herbs," Minseok said. You pulled out the small pouch of herbs that you had collected and ground up, proud of your contribution to the ritual. He opened the pouch up just as Baekhyun managed to get a flame going over the tiny pile of dry brush and twigs, a proud smile lighting up the clairvoyant's face.
"Perfect," Minseok breathed out, reaching inside the pouch and slowly letting the ground herbs fall into the fire, immediately producing a sharp fragrance that tickled your nose.
Baekhyun sat down on the bumpy, rock-blanketed ground and rummaged through his bag for his scrying stone. He pulled it out delicately, handling the rounded crystal with extreme care. Mongryong, finally done with playing at the edge of the lake, faithfully came over to lay down beside his owner. The corgi's eyes were fixed on the small crystal, waiting patiently.
You were just as entranced as Mongryong, not knowing what to expect. The crystal hadn't changed in appearance, even as Baekhyun ran his hands over it, eyes closed in concentration.
Jongdae shook out the last drops of water in his bowl before sitting down on your other side, four witches and a couple of familiars forming a ring around the small fire. "We're ready," he stated, adjusting the brim of his hat.
Minseok nodded, continuing to toss the ground-up herbs into the hot flame until none were left. Wordlessly, he reached out to Jongdae and Baekhyun, the other two immediately linking hands with him. You were startled to see them extend their hands towards you as well, waiting for you to complete the circle.
The queasiness in your stomach wasn't because you were scared of the witches — nothing could be farther from the truth. Instead, you were scared of the unknown. This could be your last real chance to find a way to save Sehun, to revive the brightness and vitality to his face that had slowly waned over time. If this didn't work, you weren't sure how you'd be able to deal with it.
But hope was all you had now. Hope, and magic.
You linked hands with the others, Jongdae's still slightly cold from the water while Baekhyun's was warm from sitting close to the fire.
Minseok closed his eyes and began to speak in the old language — the language of the ancient witches. A sudden chill ran down your spine, an unfamiliar tingling sensation prickling over your skin. The feeling almost made you let go, but Jongdae and Baekhyun held on tightly to your hands.
Was this what sorcery felt like?
The cold prickling sensation faded, leaving behind an unusual feeling that seemed to spread throughout your body. It was warmth and comfort all wrapped up in one, and yet left the hairs on your skin standing straight up.
You weren't sure how long the four of you sat there, hands clasped tightly while Minseok chanted under his breath. Baekhyun's earlier warning about staying away kept poking at you in the back of your mind, and you made an effort to keep your eyes open. You didn't dare to look at the others, staring down at your legs crossed beneath you for fear of getting distracted and losing focus.
After what felt like centuries later, Minseok opened his eyes. The after-effects of the ritual still lingered, the magical warmth keeping you cozy even as you sat outside in the cold.
The others finally let go, Baekhyun's hands immediately finding their way to the crystal resting in his lap. He cupped it with both hands, eyes fluttering closed as he inhaled deeply.
You let out a soft gasp as the crystal began to glow, swirling clouds appearing inside the tiny sphere. Even Mongryong was staring at it, his rounded eyes staring solemnly as everyone waited.
"It may take a while," Jongdae whispered to you. "Don't worry."
"What do we do?" you asked.
Jongdae stretched his arms up high above his head, letting out a long breath of air. "Now, we wait."
Honestly speaking, you were getting fed up with waiting. But you had learned by now that there was no rushing when it came to witchcraft. However, it didn't mean that you weren't bored.
Minseok had pulled out his reading glasses and taken another look through your family grimoire, even as you worried about him reading next to the fire. "I'll be fine," he waved you off easily, all too immersed in the book.
Jongdae had been content with giving Dotori small treats every so often, but eventually began to show signs of boredom as well. Both of you started up an impromptu game of seeing who could build the tallest pebble tower, stifling hushed giggles while Minseok rolled his eyes from across the fire. The game was quickly abandoned once a pebble fell over, clattering against the rocky floor as you and Jongdae both looked up to see Baekhyun's reaction.
The witch didn't move, although you could have sworn that there were wrinkles between his eyebrows that weren't there before.
It was absolute agony to wait for news — good or bad, but you supposed it was even worse for Baekhyun. Every so often, he would mumble to himself, the rest of you leaning in to hear what he had to say. Most of it was indecipherable, and the few words that you did catch didn't seem to make any sense.
All of a sudden, Baekhyun let out a loud gasp, eyes flying wide open. Mongryong immediately jumped up and began nosing at his hands.
"What? What is it?" Minseok demanded.
Baekhyun's hands were trembling, fingers tapping against the surface of the glass ball in an irregular rhythm. "A mountain," he said, voice so quiet you had to scoot closer to hear.
"A mountain, and an entrance. There's books lining the inside, covering all of the walls — almost like a library. The Cave of the Ancients." He stared at the crystal without blinking, hypnotized by what he saw inside.
Minseok's eyebrows jumped up in disbelief. "It's real?"
"What is the Cave of the Ancients?" you asked hesitantly, not wanting to distract Baekhyun.
"A children's tale," Minseok replied in a hushed whisper as Baekhyun continued to stare into the crystal. "They say that this is where the oldest, most powerful secrets are kept. But no one's ever been, and there's no proof that it exists."
"I see an open field," Baekhyun continued, "Beyond the kingdom's reaches, by the sea. It's covered in mist, and..." Baekhyun groaned, eyes closing shut. His breathing started to become irregular, chest heaving with each breath of air. Even Mongryong was starting to get agitated, whining loudly.
"Baekhyun, drop it," Jongdae exclaimed as Minseok reached forward to pry the clairvoyant's hands off of the crystal. You jumped in to help, Minseok finally managing to wrench Baekhyun's hands off of the sphere as you pulled it away.
The scrying stone lost its haziness, returning to its original glassy appearance in your palms.
Baekhyun was still panting, sweat beading on his pallid face as he pressed a hand to his chest. "I heard my mother," he gasped out. "She was in the field."
Jongdae's face turned white, mouth falling open in realization. "The Valley of Lost Souls."
With a low moan, Baekhyun nodded, head in his hands as Minseok tried to get him to drink from a canteen of water.
Your blood ran cold with fear. "What does that mean?" you asked Jongdae. For Baekhyun to react like this, it must have been something terrifying.
"In the myth about the Cave of the Ancients, it's said that to reach it, one must first pass through the Valley of Lost Souls. It's not supposed to be real." Jongdae ran a hand over his face, fingers stopping at his chin as he watched Baekhyun worriedly.
"Neither is the Cave of the Ancients," Minseok added. He used some of the drinking water to dampen a rag, pressing the cold cloth to Baekhyun's forehead. "You're sure of what you saw?"
"It's like I was right there. She was calling out to me." Baekhyun's voice broke at the end.
"But it wasn't her," Minseok reasoned calmly. "In all of the stories, the people in the Valley are only illusions, remember? They'll take your soul if you wander too far." He shook his head. "I don't like this. There has to be another way to find a cure."
"We have to go. It's what the stone showed me, and there's been no other answer." A healthy pink flush was slowly returning to Baekhyun's skin, chasing away the eerie, chalky pallor that had been there only minutes ago. "We made a pact to save not only the prince, but the rest of the witches that still remain. We're doing this so that we don't have to hide in fear anymore, Min. It's a risk that we have to take."
Minseok sighed. "I'm worried, especially after what happened now. And besides, it's not just the three of us anymore." He turned to you, Baekhyun following his gaze.
"I'm prepared for anything," you stated firmly. "But is it actually possible for us to find this place? You said it yourselves — this is a thing of myths and rumors."
"It was by the sea," said Baekhyun.
Mirumi was the only kingdom bordering the sea, but it would also mean at least a week's journey — and going outside of Elyxere. You hadn't been outside of the kingdom since you were a small child, and that had been with your parents. But you would travel to the ends of the Earth for your cousin. This was the closest you had gotten to finding an answer, and you wouldn't lose this chance.
Chin set in determination, you nodded. "I agree with Baekhyun, I think we should go. We all knew that this could be dangerous, but that shouldn't stop us. This is our only strong lead right now."
Baekhyun smiled in relief, satisfied with your decision. "Jongdae?"
The youngest witch sighed, glancing between his brother's face and Baekhyun's before nodding. "Sorry, Min. They've got a point."
Minseok's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Alright. But," his voice hardened. "Staying safe is the most important thing. I'm not losing the rest of my coven."
"Hey." Jongdae moved closer to his brother, resting an arm over his shoulders. "It's all going to be okay. We've got each other."
Tanie meowed in agreement from her patch of grass, far away from your circle around the fire. The rest of you had practically forgotten about her during the events of the ritual.
"Thanks, you silly cat," Minseok replied with a wry laugh. "You won't even come walk on the rocks to comfort me?"
The white cat laid her head back down, tail lazily swishing back and forth behind her, much to everyone's amusement.
"We're going to need a wagon," Baekhyun said aloud. "It'll be impossible to ride on horseback with all of these familiars." He reached up to pet Mongryong, visibly relaxing as the corgi snuggled closer to him.
"Then that'll be the first thing we do in the morning. But for now," Jongdae snuck a peek at you. "I think the princess might need a nap."
You blushed bright pink. Was it that obvious that you were barely awake right now?
The witches laughed at your surprise. "Don't worry, little witch," Jongdae told you. "The first full moon ritual is always the hardest. I'm surprised you managed to stay awake this long."
"I feel like I'm drop off to sleep any second now," you whined.
"Alright, let's head back. We'll set off around midday, once everyone's gotten some rest," Minseok announced.
As the fire was put out and all traces of the ritual cleared away, you still felt the lingering sensation of sorcery begin to fade away. Weariness began to set in — both from the long hours spent awake, and the thought of what lay ahead.
It was going to be a long, long journey, but it was one that you had to take.
Tag list: @shesdreaminginoverdose and @bbyunz A/N: it’s been a month since I updated, but i’m so relieved to finally finish this chapter. i’ve been spending time going over my fic outline trying to figure out if I still need certain parts that I originally planned, and adding in new things that I didn’t have before. i want to say that this is the halfway point in the entire fic? it might be about 6 chapters and an epilogue (but like most of my writing plans, all things are subject to change haha)
also, even though i’m not writing whole fics for jongdae anymore, i love getting to write for him as a side character in this fic 🤣 cbx as witches might be my favorite characters that i’ve written (aside from spiderman jongdae and 1920s detectives cbx)
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I WATCHED 10.22. HERE ARE SOME THOUGHTS UNDER THE CUT. i promise they won’t all be in full caps, but i feel i should also warn you that this was not proofread.
the episode is starting! it has started. the start has started.
lots of flashbacks from 10.21 with VERY dramatic music in the background and it’s very much working on me. EMOTIONS.
oh my gosh we’re now getting a flashback (a new one, not “previously on”) to wo fat and victor hesse planning some evil shit with daiyu mei serving them tea and it is EVEN MORE DRAMATIC than the previously on was. i am IMPRESSED. also maybe laughing a little bit, but in a way where i’m genuinely enjoying the extreme “LOOK, THIS IS BAD” of it, gosh.
fun way to remind us of how it all started, with these two planning anton’s extraction! they get to show us bits and pieces from the pilot while we still get something new.
wo fat: “blood. is blood.” hmmm, the show seems to want us to think he has a point but i’m mostly amused this is coming from the ultimate bad guy because yes, that seems about right. (hashtag you don’t owe people anything just because you’re related to them, shuddup.)
daiyu mei looks all shy and awkward when wo fat asks for her input but i’ve decided that’s an act to keep victor underestimating her.
steve and cole are in a car and fjdkfdjk wait catherine is a super code breaker now? idk, she may have displayed some skills that leaned that way in the past, but now she’s suddenly well-known as one of the best in that field even though that’s not even her field as far as we know? i. i don’t mind catherine getting brought up in conversation but this is such an odd way to do it.
“we were together for a buncha years” hahaha, fandom never really knows how to define the start and end of their relationship and it seems steve doesn’t, either.
“she was the one that got away. what’re you gonna do?” well, look sad and frowny while this guy you barely know throws you a somewhat awkward look because you’re suddenly baring your heart to him, apparently! (for real though, i get that people will be upset at this phrasing and i’m sort of thinking this is a lead in to things i won’t like at the end of the episode and that’s bad but for what it’s worth, i don’t mind this at all! she did slip away from him at a time where he thought they were going somewhere else and he’s talking in past tense now.)
cole is worried he ruined steve’s day by bringing up catherine and that’s sweet, actually! seals emotionally supporting seals.
OOF it is TIME for danny to get ABDUCTED. also: i love that steve immediately drops everything, including the very important super secret difficult to arrange meeting to maybe finally get some insight into this cipher that doris left him, to race to wherever danny is in his car. i feel like alerting hpd (or anyone else in five-0 who might be closer) would be a good idea, but it makes a lot of sense for steve to need to Be There himself.
ohhhhh steve continually nearly crashing his truck while yelling for danny but only hearing gunshots over the line is 👌👌👌. THE ANGST. THE TENSION. very good, very good.
the camaro is BURNING. well that’s one way to smack us in the face with the end of an era, damn.
steve is ALSO BURNING because he obviously tried to get inside the car ahhhh.
fjdkf steve calls tani with instruction about cameras and tani asks if everything is okay because he sounds upset and all he says is “danny’s been taken” and that’s how tani an junior find out, poor dears.
steve, instructing hpd: “we’re looking for detective danny williams. you know who he is, my partner, right? we’re looking for him.” YOU KNOW WHO HE IS. MY PARTNER.
steve is already out of breath from sheer stress and he’s just standing around the tech table with the team, my gosh. (I LOVE THIS.)
danny, bloody and chained up and facing his captor, a woman he already knows is very, very dangerous: [makes a joke about exchanging insurance information because they burned his car] (LOVE HIM TOO.)
OOF though, daiyu mei lets danny know she knows he has two kids and the jokes are over because that’s definitely the line with danny, god.
here’s the scene from the one preview clip i watched! i’m really enjoying daiyu mei, by the way. she’s still a totally bonkers way to bring the threat of wo fat back even after he’s dead, but she is genuinely threatening.
“i have the person you care about most in the world” hello yes i’m still yelling about that one and might not stop soon
daiyu mei telling steve not to make the same mistake he did with his father and “allow a loved one to die” is so mean but so good and narratively pretty darn cool.
we’re not even eleven minutes in and we’re already at “come alone, commander, or your friend dies”. [insert that escalated quickly meme]
steve thinks he has zero options except give in to exactly what daiyu mei wants and it’s very unsteve of him but also fits perfectly with the mindset they’ve maneouvred him into over the past few episodes and with DANNY BEING GONE so i like it. i like that steve is very obviously freaking the fuck out.
never though i would say this, but... steve, you should listen to adam. it’s shocking, especially this season, but he is making an actual good judgment.
steve alone in the elevator on the verge of either a panic attack or breaking down crying and curling up into a ball is A LOT.
steve goes to the meeting alone, gets a location and confirmation that danny is alive and then hands over the cipher, and that’s good but also... i mean, for real, if he had just printed some random symbols on a similar piece of paper (maybe even the same symbols but in a different order!) how on earth would daiyu mei have known?
OH. OHHHH. danny does the badass steve-ish thing where he pulls himself up by his shackles to somehow get himself free, holy fuck, yes man.
IT WORKS. knocked out the guard, got the keys, got a gun - damn son. not only do we get worried out of his mind steve, we ALSO get bamf danny, ahhhh.
AND THEN HE GETS SHOT IN THE SHOULDER, which is where all those promo pictures came from obviously, and also means we’re about to tick off the hurt part of h/c in an even bolder font than we already had.
fdjkfdjkfd steve’s litany of comforting little nonsense lines while he’s dragging danny to the car and getting him into it and NOT GETTING BEHIND THE WHEEL BUT STAYING WITH DANNY IN THE BACK is killing me slowly.
fdjkfd steve hugging danny’s bloody face in his lap oh my god
apparently that wasn’t GOOD ENOUGH YET because then they’re at the hospital and steve tells the doctor’s what’s up and they’re about to roll danny away and danny, half dead and according to steve in and out of consciousness, somehow finds the time to try to grAB AT STEVE’S ARM BLINDLY. steve: “hey, i’m with you buddy, it’s okay.” DEAD. NOT DANNY, ME. I AM VERY DEAD.
the entire team is stressed and worried and just dead quiet, watching danny and steve. ohhhh boy.
oh fuck oh fuck steve is praying and red-eyed and furious and telling god “you wanna take somebody? take me. not him, you take me.” and i have a very big massive weak spot for exactly this.
cole comes to find steve to offer to figure out the cipher thing and steve has a very hard time giving a single flying shit and then HANDS COLE HIS GUN. welllll. just letting go of stuff they never would have normally left and right, here. i was kind of expecting steve’s badge to follow.
tani has a lot of good worried moments and i love that.
danny is out of surgery!!! steve gets to see him!!!
oh GOD we get a sad version of all for one while steve is in danny’s hospital room and grabs danny’s hand and i am. oh. oh. not okay.
STILL ONLY JUST PAST THE HALFWAY POINT OF THE EPISODE.
it’s honestly kind of weird that cole has this much screentime (i know he was supposed to be back for the season 11 that will never happen, but with the way things turned out that’s not very relevant anymore in story), but i mind it less than i thought i would have. i like him, and i’m glad he has quinn with him now, because i always want more of her.
danny wakes up and his slightly loopy conversation with steve has me fjdkfdjkfd. d: [says you’re supposed to be happy when a patient wakes up] s, like he might still be about to cry: “i’m happy.” d: “yeah? yeah, me too.”
steve is hurting and blaming himself for everything (very in character) and danny tells him he’s already annoying and that if he had a dollar for every time steve saved his life he’d have like twenty bucks (also very in character) and i’m glad for that bit of comic relief and they need it, too, but somebody also needs to give steve a good shake until the thought that this is on him leaves his head. if anyone except daiyu mei is responsible here, it’s doris. blame doris, jfc.
danny, after nearly dying and only just waking up in the hospital, while he still has trouble speaking: “put [the call steve is getting] on speaker, would you, i’m bored.” more jokes! but it also makes me go fjdkfdjk because you will not convince me that this is not danny, extremely injured, still trying to take care of steve by distracting him from all the misery they’re in.
fjdkfd OKAY SO. plot stuff: the cipher translates to coordinates that apparently lead to the place where the mcgarretts thought doris was buried. steve says he knows the place because his dad used to take him there and ? because i always thought john sent his kids away pretty soon after doris died so he can’t have had much time to visit her grave a lot with them, but also just, the drama of it, wow, doris. send your son an encrypted message that sends him to your fake grave, why don’t you.
jfkdsjlfksljfds the mcgarretts have a family mausoleum now, apparently, omfg. and there was still a space with doris’s name on it? even though they’ve known for how many years by now that she was still alive oh my gosh
cole is along for the ride to doris’s fake grave and steve keeps dropping these little nuggets from his family history and cole keeps (rightfully!) looking a little confused and/or alarmed, poor guy, hahaha.
daiyu mei is running full tilt and doing some mad parcour shit in a suit and what looks like high heels and there is a whole action scene here with lots of players and constant shooting and some one-on-one fighting, but i am fully distracted by the shoewear.
oh, false alarm, probably! not quite high heels, just something ballarina like with a very tiny heel. that’s better.
fjdkfjdkfd OOF daiyu mei nearly kills steve, steve gets the upper hand, daiyu mei says some things and we’re given another flashback to wo fat and victor hesse and this time also john when he was held hostage, and suddenly we’re told he’s not surprised that doris had a secret son (wo fat) and that he suspected her death was staged.
OH MY GU==fdj
okay so those were typos but i’m LEAVING THEM because “whatever happens next, don’t tell my son. it would be too hard on him.” HELLO JOHN, FUCK YOU JOHN. he wanted??? to keep this secret??? from steve??? and also he doesn’t even acknowledge that he maybe has more than just a son. maybe there is a person called mary out there somewhere? might ring a bell, if you think about it long and hard.
wo fat: “you’re a good man, john mcgarrett.” i really don’t know if we’re supposed to agree with things wo fat says but he’s mostly voicing the opposite of what i feel this episode.
daiyu mei to steve: “you are your father.” oh gosh. oh no.
ahh, here’s a point where cole’s presence really starts to take away from other characters. he shows up to steve and daiyu mei’s confrontation to back steve up, and that obviously should have been any other character that we’ve known for way longer and have way more attachment to (junior! that would have been so good, or maybe lou, who’s also been here for seven years, or tani, who keeps worrying), especially, very very much especially when steve goes “book her, cole”. that’s just confusing, too. so far the cole and steve parallels have been thrown at us and now he’s suddenly in danny’s place.
32 minutes out of 42 and we’re at “one week later” and steve hopping through his garden to get to the beach chairs where danny is sitting. this is good but worrying for how early it comes.
danny says he misses the very nice nurse who brought him jello and steve tells him not to confuse a caregiver for someone who cares and danny goes “yeah? you know jealousy is not uh, pretty on you.” and then they’re both awkwardly quiet for a moment. dear lord.
AND THEN THINGS WENT PEARSHAPED. danny: “you all packed?” my heart is sinking fast. maybe i should just quit here and leave it at danny telling steve jealousy is not pretty on him (which implies other things are pretty on steve - let’s get back to that).
steve to danny, who is talking up hawaii (which is of course very good): “who are you?” i am having FLASHBACKS to junior asking tani that exact same thing just a few episodes ago.
danny seriously questions steve’s decision to just up and leave hawaii a bunch of times and yes, danny, good, grill him. this is a stupid plan.
danny: “you know, it don’t feel like it’s gonna be okay. it feels like- my main dude is leaving me.” HI STEVE. MAYBE DON’T. MAYBE DON’T GO. MAYBE DON’T HURT DANNY.
“you got a phone, right?” we’re seriously at that point. we are. seriously at that point. wow.
steve forces danny to get up to give him the frigging tenderest, dopily smiliest hug and it is so very sweet yet so very wrong.
“I LOVE YOU, MAN.” / “I LOVE YOU TOO.” THEY DID NOT YELL THAT BUT I AM BECAUSE THIS IS ALL I’VE WANTED FOR TWO YEARS and now it’s under these circumstances which ugh BUT I AM STILL HYPED. THEY GOT TO SAY IT AGAIN. GOOD. FUCKING GOOD.
“don’t make me come looking for you” danny says after he sits back down and without another word steve starts walking away and then he stops and looks back and catches danny looking over his shoulder but quickly looking away again and holy fucking damn if this isn’t how stories go when they try to tell us that two characters shouldn’t be parting because they don’t want to. turn around, steve. it’s so easy.
EDDIE. my gosh, ANOTHER blond guy who loves steve to pieces and who steve Should Not Just Leave, wtf.
eddie gets an i love you too and then a kiss and my heart! is having a hard time today!
oh LORD there’s a knock at the door and it’s the whole entire team and lou!!! is making me cry!!! and everyone whispers how much steve means to them at him while they’re hugging him and fjdkfd what. why is he leaving! it’s starting to sound like a worse decision by the second.
i could cry at all of these goodbyes seperately but right now i am also crying at tani immediately hugging noelani when she joins the pile of people who have said goodbye. ohhhh.
EVERYONE IS CRYING. not cool. VERY UNCOOL. also, honestly, i love that danny got to say goodbye seperately and it’s fitting that he just can’t watch steve actually walk out the door but also... he should have been here, gdi. now there’s this huge emotional team moment and he’s absent and it’s weird.
steve boards a plane and sits down and his phone beeps and it’s danny texting him “miss you already” and i cannot believe this is actual canon and had to pause to kind of laugh/gasp for air for a little bit.
and catherine shows up! i’ve been braced for this so i’m not surprised and it’s less bad than i thought in many ways but also. they talk about cath driving danny’s car and steve says they can’t have danny williams driving his own car and if that’s true, then why the hell are you leaving, steve. what are you doing to danny? (also. uh. danny’s car kind of went up in flames? he has a new one already? i. what.)
cath asks if steve is ready and they hold hands and steve turns to look out the plane window and smiles and that’s very suddenly it.
you know what? you know what, for the most part, i absolutely loved this. i was prepared for VERY BAD THINGS and i don’t enjoy steve leaving at the end at all and i have MANY NOTES on how things could have maybe ended even better but i. i am okay with this. i am okay with this! that is honestly more than i thought i would be able to say and i’m just VERY RELIEVED right now.
as for the show ending with steve and cath... that was weird, but... he also held danny’s hand this episode and that was supposedly platonic, and steve and cath did not suddenly have a big romantic kiss or get engaged, so i am choosing to take this as a platonic reunion with a person from steve’s past he still cares about, someone who travels a lot and was in hawaii to break that code and therefore this makes sense. he leaves with cath, and then, in a few weeks’ time, he comes back to danny (the person he cares about most in the world), and canon just, y’know, forgot to mention that little tidbit. it happens.
anyway, i had EMOTIONS and i still need to let all of this sink in and i hope you’re all doing okay after this whirlwind of a thing and ahhhh, it is so very weird that it’s over now. 💖
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