#and comedic and entertaining on the other hand... sigh

[fanvoidkeith]

me when i'm writing: i want to be serious. no, i want to be funny. but this is a serious moment so i need to be seriou- aww, but there's a really funny joke i could put there if i just cut back a few sentences. except those sentences are really important because they explain stuff, so i gotta be s

[unreliablesnake]

Goodbye (Vincent de Gramont x reader)

Note: A follow-up drabble for this.

For all you knew, Vincent hadn’t signed the papers before you left him for good. You could only hope he would come to his senses and do it before your lawyer arrived the next day, but either way, you knew he would do it once he accepted you weren't coming back.

You were heading to your seat in first class, already sipping a glass of champagne like you always did during these flights. But today you truly needed some alcohol. Yes, it was you who left him, but it still hurt to know it was over. You wanted to make it work, you truly did your best to accept him with every flaw of his, but you reached a dead end with him.

While the other passengers began to arrive, you pulled out your ebook reader and dived into the book you had begun to read a few days ago. It was a romance novel, although there were comedic elements that made it truly entertaining. It was nice to get lost in a world where a relationship was working and everyone was happy.

One of the flight attendants suddenly began to explain that there will be an unexpected delay, but you didn't make much of it until it was announced that the flight was cancelled and everybody had to get off of the plane. A mechanical issue, they said. But you had a bad feeling, that maybe it wasn't entirely true.

A man your age you had met on the plane kept you company as you made your way back, but you choked on your carefree laughter when your eyes landed on Vincent. You should have known, the whole last minute mechanical failure was so fake in retrospect. They would have known sooner, not two minutes before take off.

“Who is he?” he demanded, his eyes fixed on the poor guy on your side. “I thought you said you weren't seeing anyone.”

“I'm not seeing anyone, we only met on the plane.”

The man next to you shifted uncomfortably before saying, “I'll leave you two alone.”

“Thanks. Good luck with the wedding,” you told him with a warm smile, even waving as he walked away.

Your back was to your dear husband, and you were thinking about leaving him there. You didn't want to talk to him. There was absolutely nothing to talk about. Well, except for two things–the cancelled flight and the divorce papers.

With a sigh, you turned around and gave him a tired look. “Did you have anything to do with the cancellation of my flight?” you asked as you stepped a little closer.

“I can't just let you go like this, I had to do something,” was all he said, as if it was perfectly normal. “I won't sign those papers either. I love you. I don't want you to leave me.”

“Vincent, it's over. I don't want anything from you anymore.”

He bit on his lower lip before putting his hands on his hips and turning away for a moment. You could tell it truly hurt him. That wasn't your intention, you always hoped he would take it well. But he clearly didn't. All of a sudden you felt guilty for doing this to him.

But no, you couldn't give in. You couldn't let him manipulate you and make you stay somehow. The only direction you were willing to go from this airport was New York. Or hell, any other city in the States as long as you could leave. Paris was beautiful, but it wasn't your home anymore.

“Just one more night,” he suddenly said. “Stay for one more night and think it through.”

With a sigh, you put your hand on his arm as you stepped closer. “I'm not going anywhere with you. I loved you, I truly did, but it's over. Sign the papers. Please,” you asked him.

Silence fell between you, but you could tell he was about to say something. He probably wanted to object, but he didn't speak up because he now knew you wouldn't stay. But then he took a deep breath and said, “If you ever change your mind, if you want to come back, I'm here. I'll be waiting.”

Smiling at the thought, you stood on your toes and softly kissed him. “You deserve someone who loves you. I'm not that person anymore.”

“I'll miss you, love” he told you as he pulled you into a tight hug.

[leegemma]

i'm obsessed with minchan🫠 Can you make a minchan tickle fic? (i couldn't find out what it was about) (and my english is very bad, sorry if I'm wrong)

Hi anon! Your English was perfectly fine, don't worry!

I hope you like this one, I think this is the best one i wrote in a while.

Mind yall that I know nothing about medical stuff, but this is based on a story that happened to me 😭😭

Enjoy:)

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Lee know coughed as he walked out of the doctor's office, frowning in confusing while he stared at the piece of paper the doctor handed him.

After two weeks of continuous coughing, it started effecting and interrupting his day to day life considering the fact he's a singer. And so Lee know finally agreed to go visit a doctor and get checked out.

The doctor looked and tested before determining lino just had a common cold. Lee know, unsatisfied with the answer, asked the doctor to prescribe him some medicine. He had recording the next day and there is absolutely no way he can even sing one line without a cough.

The doctor smiled kindly. "I can't prescribe anything that will help in a matter of a day. But there is one silly thing that you could try..."

Lee know nodded enthusiastically. "Anything."

"You have a bunch of mucus in your throat, stuck together. A bit of vibration should loosen things up a little bit." The doctor said.

Lino squinted. "That sounds... scary."

The doctor laughed. "It shouldn't be at all. I'm suggesting that you try laughing. Laughing for about 5 minutes should help it all loosen up and your throat to feel less tingly."

Lee know sighed. How was he just supposed to laugh for five minutes straight? And so he thanked the doctor and walked out. Which brings us back to his current condition...

The cat sat in the taxi, thinking about all the ways he could entertain himself enough into full on hysterical laughter. He finally decided to try and watch a funny show.

And so as soon as Lee know stepped inside the dorm and noticed none of the boys were home, he sat down on the living room's sofa and opened up the TV.

For the next 30 minutes, Lee know watched every single comedic show he could think of, nothing worked. The best he got were a few chuckles here and there. Lino threw the remote on the ground with a frustrated sigh.

"Woah, woah... are you okay?" A familiar voice said behind him.

Lee know's cat senses kicked in as he turned around quickly. Confused look taking over his face when he saw a man that doesn't even live there. "Chan hyung? What are you doing here?"

Chan came over and sat next to Lee know, facing the cat. "I just wanted to check on you guys. See you were all doing okay."

"You have a phone, old man." Lee know rolled his eyes.

The older poked the other's side. "Careful there."

Lee know jumped, still feeling frustrated over his situation.

"What's going on?" Chan asked with a concerned voice, resting his hand on minho's shoulder.

The younger let out a series of coughs, then pointed to his throat. "This!"

Chan started to stock the cat's back to help him calm down. "Weren't you supposed to get it checked up today?"

Lee know nodded. "I did, the doctor just gave me stupid advice instead of medication!"

Chan couldn't help but cracked a small smile at the kitten's anger. "Advice? What advice?"

"Told me to laugh for five minutes. Not giggle, LAUGH laugh. How is that even possible!?!?" Lee know whined.

As soon as the word 'laugh' left lino's mouth, chan was smirking. "Are you serious? You really couldn't figure out a way?"

Lee know turned to look at the older, it seemed as if the coughs were really driving him crazy. "Well that's what I just said, isn't it?"

"Don't sass me. I'm just saying, you're the one that always goes around tickling the rest of the kids. And you really couldn't find a way to laugh for five minutes?" Chan straight up said with a chuckle.

Lino's ears turned redder and redder as he processed the words coming out of his hyung's mouth. "W-what?"

"You heard me." Chan shrugged.

"So- so you think I should be... you know... tickled?" Lino asked, shyly whispering the forbidden word.

Chan smiled at his cuteness. "Do you have a different solution?"

Lee know thought for a minute, then spoke loudly. "Forget it! I won't let you tickle me!"

Chan shrugged and stood up, starting to leave the room. "Suit yourself, enjoy your coughing and see you tomorrow in the recording room!"

Lino groaned and threw his head back. There's no other choice, he knew it, chan knew it, and the doctor probably knew it too... "Wait! Fine... you can... you can tickle me..."

Chan beamed and ran back other to the sofa. "Fun! Lay down, and keep your arms down too."

Lino raised his eyebrows in surprise, he never got to keep his arms when chan wrecked him! Guess there's a first time for everything...

"Don't look so happy, I'm gonna pin your wrists with my legs so that I have two free hands~" Chan teased as he did just that. Sitting on Lino's hips and resting his knees on the boys wrists which stood at each of his sides.

Lino felt himself starting to freak out as soon as Chan's fingers approached his belly area. His legs were flapping around and his hands were already trying to break free. "whahait! Hyung!"

Chan let his fingers stop right above Minho's tummy. He looked up with an evil grin. "Yes, Min?"

"I'm Regretting thihis!" Lino giggled out.

"Aww! You're already laughing. Don't worry, five minutes and I'll stop." Chan promised, giving the younger's head a little pat before bringing his fingers right back to their prior position.

"Did youhu set a timer?" Lino tried confirming, watching the older's wiggling fingers.

"Yup. Right here." Chan tapped his head. "Now, just try to relax. This will all be over soon~"

"That's so scary- HAHAHAHAHA! Y-YOU CAN'T START THEHEHEHERE!" Lee know screamed out with suprise as instead of getting his tummy, Chan reached out and burried his fingers in Minho's pits, making sure to wiggle the whole time.

"I can do whatever I want. You kind of just gave me the creative freedom for that." Chan said, moving one of his hands to squeeze at Lino's side.

"OHOH MY GOHOD!!! I THINK I'D RATHER COUGH!!!" Lee know screamed loudly. Finding it weird and fluttering being on the other side of this sort of situation.

Chan laughed. "How are you still talking?!?" And with that, Chan moved his hands behind his back to knead at the younger's thighs and Knees.

"CHAHAHANNIE HYUNG! I CAN'T!!! THIHIHIS IS SO BAD!" Lino begged as he managed to get one of his hands out, immediately clawing at Chan's tummy.

Chan let out a surprised squeal before grabbing the invading hand and quickly pinning it back down. "HEHY! I'm just trying to help you!"

"N-NOHOHOHO!!" Lino hollered, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I SWEAR IT'S BEHEHEN 5 MINUTES!"

"Excuse me but the timer is my job, please stay out of it." Chan teased, now having his index finger going around in circles around Minho's belly button, digging it in every few seconds. Enjoying the wails. The other hand was traveling around the boy's neck, electing sweet giggles which mixed in perfectly with the hysterical laughter.

"BUHUT I'LL DIHIHIE!" Lino let out before falling into silent laughter.

Chan giggled and finally stopped, reaching to look at his phone while the cat caught his breath. "Well, that was ten minutes, you're a real survivor!"

Lee know took a few deep breaths before starting to whine. "That was so long! I could have died! You always say you're so smart so how could you confuse five for for ten? You just wanted to torture me because- why are you smiling?!?"

Chan lifted the boy to sit up as he cuddled him closely. "You're not coughing anymore.

Lino shut his mouth, noticing how he wasn't feeling his throat tingling anymore. "O-oh. I guess I owe you a thanks then..."

Chan giggled. "Anytime. And I mean it. That was really fun."

"Maybe for you!" Lino's face reddened.

"I know it was fun for you too, kitty. You're avoiding my gaze~" Chan giggled as he felt the younger melting into him.

"Shut up... it was just... interesting to experience what I usually dish out..." Lino admitted. "I-it felt good to laugh like that. It's been a while."

Chan cooed. "That's adorable Min."

"Don't tell anyone." Lee know threatened.

"Well.. I don't think I'm gonna need to..." Chan said with a smile, pointing to a figure standing behind Lee know.

The boy quickly turned around to see I.N and Seungmin staring at him with the biggest smiles painted across their faces. Lee know turned back to look at chan. "Well, as fun as it was, I'm gonna go back to my original role now. Mind helping me wreck them?"

Chan smirked. "Nothing else I'd rather do."

[fandomfaeofveryfewf4cks]

5 times Merlin got Arthur a good Christmas present and 1 time Arthur got Merlin the best Christmas present

Contains: temporary angst, banter, merthur, banter, mentioned argwen (not end game),banter, no smut, banter, Christmas Carol levels of effort applied to the happy ending, banter

ao3: 5 times Merlin got Arthur a good Christmas present and 1 time Arthur got Merlin the best Christmas present

The Start of a tradition

"MERlin."

Merlin sighs at the clear sign of an unavoidable list of chores or ribbing he's about to get.

"Yes, sire." He turns to see Arthur peeking out from behind the changing curtain, shirtless, of course, before he steps out and starts strutting over. He grabs Merlin by the shoulder and says as he drags him behind the curtain, "What is this?"

"Ah, that." Merlin notes.

"I know your brain is the size of a pickled egg, Merlin, but surely there was enough room to store an adequate amount of vocabulary to describe all the unusual things you get up to for when you get caught doing them."

The unusual thing in this particular instance was the pile of assorted items wrapped in some of Arthur's old shirts.

"Well," Merlin replied, "you know that holiday Christmas?"

"I've heard of it," Arthur replies with raised eyebrows, awaiting what he's sure will be an entertaining explanation if not an original one.

"Well, it is a tradition to give gifts to people on this holiday, and there are a number of kind, hardworking people I know who I thought might enjoy a little festive token of my appreciation for them."

"And you decided to hide them in my chambers?"

"Well, Gaius has a habit of popping into my room unannounced and you've been in council meetings all day, so I figured this was a good place to wrap and store them for a bit until I could find an effective way of sneaking them into a good hiding spot."

"Mmhm. And the shirts?"

"Well, it's a shame to waste good paper when there's more reusable and decorative material at hand."

"I see. Well, ignoring your complete disregard for whose chambers these are and whose shirts those are, I suppose it is a rather thoughtful thing to do for the recipients of those gifts."

If Merlin, wasn't mistaken, Arthur may have just complimented him. How peculiar. "Thank you, sire."

"Especially since you typically have no thoughts at all."

"Of course, sire," Merlin said with minimum sincerity (which, in this case, is less than none).

"And in the case of the surprise being spoilt for me already, you can go ahead and give me my present now."

Arthur had that look on his face like he had set up Merlin to get in trouble, not that Merlin ever needed help getting into trouble.

"Your present?"

Arthur pouted comedically. "Don't tell me you forgot to get me one."

"Well, to be fair, I did say I only got gifts for kind and hardworking people."

Arthur then had his most shocked trying-not-to-smile-face break free. That was one of Merlin's favorites.

"But as a matter of fact, I did get you something."

Arthur suddenly looked skeptical. "Really?"

"Yes." He walks over to the laundry basket he had brought up earlier with Arthur's freshly cleaned clothes, and dug around for two socks, which he proceded to ball up haphazardly and place in Arthur's hands before stepping away with an exaggerated bow.

Arthur quirked his lips and squinted his eyes the way he does when Merlin calls him a word he doesn't know. Another one of Merlin's favorite looks that Arthur does. "Gee, thanks."

"You're welcome," Merlin says gleefully. "Shall I finish getting you ready for bed, sire?"

Arthur sighs and rolls his eyes fondly as he walks over to where Merlin has started turning down the sheets.

"You know, gifts are usually something one does not already own," he says as he lays part of the way down.

"Well, I thought it would be a nice reminder to appreciate what you already have, sire." Merlin said with a cheeky smirk as they stared into each others eyes, closer than they really ought to be. Merlin breaks eye-contact first and gives the covers a last pat before extinguishing all the candles except the one immediately by Arthur's bedside, which Arthur will blow out when he's ready.

"Good night, Arthur. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Merlin." Arthur says with an exasperated sigh. Merlin shuts the door on his way out and Arthur lays his head down to feel something hard underneath his pillow.

"Ow! What the?!" He shoots up and yanks the pillow away, to find a small box.

He picked it up and saw there was a note that said "For the best dollophead one could ever have the misfourtune of working for." Arthur huffed out a laugh. He opened the box to find it was an assortment of Arthur's favorite sweets. Some of them he hadn't had since he was a child. He remembers telling Merlin about it to prove him wrong when he complained about Arthur having no concept of what makes a sweet actually good.

Arthur smiled to himself. He put the box on his bedside table, tucked the note safely in the bottom of the drawer, and blew out the candle.

2. Penny for your thoughts?

Arthur sat at his desk and pressed his hands to his face, letting out the most exhausted breath of air he'd held all day. He still had three speeches to write for various holiday events in the coming week and a plan for food rations to draw up and later present to the council. He'd already had a long morning of training. It seemed he was now in for a long afternoon.

Suddenly a tray with three scrolls on it was plopped down in front of him with a loud clatter. He looks up into a familiar smiling face. "Hello Merlin."

"Your royal highness."

"What are these?" He asks as Merlin turns to get started on dusting, if you could call his version of it that.

"Drafts for your speeches this week. I'm sure you'll find them quite well-written."

Arthur did his best to contain his surprise. "Oh, you didn't trust that I could write them myself, then?"

"I just had a feeling you were going to ask me to write them, like you always do. Besides, I couldn't bare to let all those people die from boredom by letting you be in charge of what'd come out of your mouth."

"I resent that," albeit halfheartedly, Arthur notes to himself.

Suddenly, a paperweight fell off his desk. Strange, his arm wasn't anywhere near it. He bent over and picked it up. As he did, he heard the sound of something being open and shut. He looked up, but nothing seemed out of place.

"Did you hear that?" Arthur asked.

"Hear what?" Merlin asked back.

"That sound. I could've sworn I heard something."

Merlin gave him a look that told Arthur he didn't believe him. One of his least favorite looks from his manservant. "I think you're just tired, sire. Now, if you'll excuse me. I need to help Gaius with some potions and you have speeches to look over. I'll be back later."

And then Merlin was gone. Arthur looked at the scrolls before him and decided to get things over with. He opened one up and it didn't take long before he found one of the 'jokes' Merlin likes to throw in that would never be appropriate to say as a drunk in the local tavern, let alone as a future king addressing his subjects. Most of the speech was fine, but he certainly wasn't going to refer to himself as "His royal highness, Prince Cabbage Head," nor speak the plans he apparently has to give his manservant a year off.

He can't help but smile to himself as he opened a drawer to retrieve a quill for adding in the things he'd actually say in these places, which he always has to do. He never crosses out Merlin's jokes, though.

He opens the drawer and notices there's something in it that wasn't there before. It was wrapped in one of his old shirts. He picks it up, takes the shirt off of it and sees it's a journal. Nothing anywhere near as extravagant as he's used to. On the first page, is an inscription that reads

"With the face of a toad,

and the voice of a donkey,

here's a place to come up with better jokes,

Because yours are a bit wonky.

Merry Christmas Dollop-head."

He turns another page to find a somewhat poor drawing of a donkey with the face of a toad.

He thinks of the nights when he and Merlin would be sat by a fire on a trip. The calm of the night and the way the firelight cast everything from the tree branches to Merlin's cheekbones in warm shadows would often move him to write a few words of poetry on a scrap of paper.

Merlin is the only person he'd ever admitted to about his hobby. Or rather, the only person who'd found out despite Arthur's best efforts. And he always ribs him about it. Yet, Merlin is the only person Arthur trusts to read his poems without being genuinely unkind about their quality...or even just their existence. Granted there are some poems he wouldn't let anyone read, including Merlin. Especially Merlin.

This notebook would hereafter come with Arthur on trips as often as Merlin would.

3. Two Turtle Doves And a Little Wooden Bird

Arthur was currently preparing to face his worse nightmare. Dancing. In public, no less.

Every year, the five kingdoms held a winter ball to celebrate another year of peace and prosperity as well as to show that they would be ready and willing to aid and provide for one another in times of need, such as in the winter when food is scarce and travel is difficult.

This year, Camelot was hosting, which Merlin loved because it meant they didn't have to trek through the snow for days on end. He also loved it because part of this sacred tradition was for the hosts to start the ball with a dance.

Therefore, Merlin was getting the wonderful opportunity to watch Arthur prance around in frilly clothes. Finally, he gets payback for that stupid hat.

However, he enters Arthur's chambers to find him nervously practicing the steps, looking like he's going to throw up.

Okay, maybe payback is going to have to wait.

"You alright, Arthur?"

Arthur snaps his eyes to Merlin like he's just had an epiphany.

"Merlin!"

"Yes, that is my name. Woah!"

Merlin suddenly found himself getting dragged to the center of the room, Arthur circling him like he's checking the quality of a horse. This is strange, even by Merlin's standards. "Arthur?"

Arthur suddenly stops, his hands gesturing pointedly and his face looking like he's about to make Merlin do one of his least favorite chores. "I need you to help me practice for the First Dance. I only have a few days left to practice it and you're feminine enough to make a half-decent dance partner."

Merlin was certain he heard that wrong. "Come again?"

Arthur huffs annoyedly. "I need you to dance with me so that I don't make a fool out of myself in front of all the five kingdoms during the first Winter Ball where I'll be presenting myself as king."

"Ah." Merlin should've known. Every "first" Arthur has gone through as king so far has led to him being a huge ball of nervous energy. Merlin couldn't blame him. He knows perfectly well how much the weight of the land can take a toll on one's shoulders. And he's known Arthur long enough to understand the toll it's taken on him, in particular.

"Arthur, I'm sure you'll do fine. Besides, you have days to perfect the dance and you'll have Gwen to help keep you in time with the music."

"Or to be humiliated by her oaf of a husband. I've already shoveled so much responsibility on her by making her queen; a queen half the council disapproves of solely for the circumstances of her birth. I can't ask her to make up for all my short-comings on top of everything else. I need to be as much someone for her to rely on as she is someone I rely on."

To say it's rare for Arthur to be emotionally vulnerable is an understatement of great and prophetic proportions. This is always where Merlin needs to tread carefully.

"Gwen knew what she was getting into when she married you. She knew you were a leader of one of the greatest kingdoms in the world. She knew you are constantly having to talk your way into the minds and hearts of your fellow leaders, the council members with dated views on what is good and just, and even your own people, many of whom are used to your father's way of doing things, if not supportive of them.

Arthur settles a bit, though still with a tightness to his shoulders and stress in his eyes.

"She knew she would gain an immense amount of responsibility and have her honor and capabilities picked at viciously. She knew she would have to get used to protocols and traditions of which there are thousands to learn about and keep in mind at all times.

"She also knew she'd have you at her side. She knows you love her and would do anything to ensure her happiness and well-being. She knows if there is anything she can't handle, which you and I both know is not a very long list,"

He got a small smile and hum of agreement out of Arthur for that.

"She knows she can come to you for anything. She does rely on you, Arthur. As much as you rely on her, and you know why?"

Arthur's eyes light up with hopeful curiousity.

"Because you've already proven to her that she can. You continue to prove it every day."

It's true. Merlin has seen how a touch of his hand calms Gwen when the crowds or the sternness of the council gets too overwhelming. He's seen how one shared look from either of them can change the other's scared expression to battle-ready. They were both born to be leaders. Putting them together only made them each more powerful and the kingdom more secure.

"She also married you knowing you couldn't dance for the life of you, so I really wouldn't worry about disappointing her there. I'm sure her expectations aren't that high."

A laugh burst out of Arthur at that. He'd barely had stopped laughing by the time he said "Thank you Merlin."

Merlin smiled back at him, then looked away as though considering something. "You know...Here." He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small wooden carving of a bird, similar looking to the bird that is engraved on his mother's sigil. Very similar, indeed.

"I have a carving of a dragon, one of the few things I ever received from my father. Whenever, I hold it, I feel protected. Hopeful. Like I am more... capable and strong than I sometimes... feel I am."

Merlin takes a moment to swallow and gather the words he'll say next. Being emotionally vulnerable isn't all too easy for him either.

"It's also just something of a good luck charm. I just sort of figured, if you ever felt like you needed an extra bit of luck, it might be nice to have something to remind you of your own strengths. The things that make you a good king, a good husband, a good son. A good friend."

He looks Arthur in the eyes when he says this.

"You truly are destined for great things Arthur. You have everything you need within yourself to continue being a great king. And you don't have to do everything on your own. You have people who care about you. People who trust you and who will never judge you for whatever missteps you may make because they know you're only human. And that you're true-hearted enough to set things right when you need to. The people who matter will never abandon you for something as small as not satisfying the impossible standards of stuffy old farts."

"You know, you really shouldn't insult them like that," Arthur comments.

"Fine, I'll insult them even more creatively, then."

Arthur rolls his eyes. They land on the steadfast gaze of Merlin's, as strong in hue as they are in character.

Merlin holds out the small wooden bird. Arthur takes it and observes it. The detail on the wings. The familiarity of the shape. The smooth texture. He quickly glances up at Merlin before saying "You made this yourself?"

"I did." he answers softly.

"So wood-carving is one of those hidden talents you're always going on about, huh."

They smirk at one another, knowingly.

"One among many."

"I'm sure."

They're silent for a moment longer before there's a knock on the door and a guard reminds them of a meeting Arthur is being summoned for.

A few days later, the ball would take place and Arthur would actually have fun dancing with Gwen. He also, would only trip once, totally on purpose, to make Gwen smile amusedly, which she does. After a few dances, however, he's had enough. Gwen had too, and she goes to make charming conversation with their guests for a while, occasionally taking a break to converse with her ladies in waiting, many of whom, she's been friends with since before she was queen.

Arthur makes pleasant small talk with everyone as much as he can, but it is exhausting. He tries to get away so that he can banter with Merlin and just breathe, just to calm down a bit. He can't though. Everyone wants to talk to him and the room is so full of people dancing and milling about that he can't even see where Merlin is. He reaches a hand casually into his pocket and takes hold of the wooden token Merlin had given him. He thinks of what Merlin said. About his father, about their friends, about hope and strength.

Arthur will never tell Merlin this, but he truly must be a genius, because that little bird really did end up making him feel better.

4. Practice Makes Perfect

Arthur holds Excalibur in his hands. It truly is a magnificent sword. If ever there was a blade to convince you a legend was real, it was this one.

Still, Arthur has a hard time believing Merlin was being entirely truthful about the whole thing. He watches as Merlin speaks with some of the villagers. There really was a lot to do. Still, there was something he wanted to do that he didn't want to risk losing the chance to do.

"Merlin!"

Merlin immediately looks his way, excuses himself from the people he was talking to, and walks over.

Arthur reaches into his pocket and before Merlin can get a word out, shoves his old sword into his hands, much to Merlin's annoyance.

"Is polishing your sword really a priority right now, Arthur? I thought we-"

"That's not my sword."

"What?" Merlin blinked at him.

"That's not my sword. This is," he says, grasping the hilt of Excalibur.

Merlin looked delightfully flabbergasted.

"That's your sword." he continues.

"Arthur, you know I'm rubbish with sword-fighting. What am I supposed to do with this?"

"You're supposed to hit people with it. Preferably enemies. Consider it your Christmas present this year."

Merlin was flailing his mouth open and closed like a dying fish. Arthur told him as such.

"Arthur," Merlin called as he followed Arthur, who was resolutely walking away. He stammers for words. "Why your sword?"

"Practice makes perfect. Or, in your case, it ought to at least make you able to fight something bigger than an ant without getting knocked on your bottom. Besides, It's a practical gift. Don't I always get you practical gifts?"

"Yes, warm clothes and books, things I use regularly. But I hardly use a sword on a regular basis. It's not that I'm not grateful, don't get me wrong, but I just want to understand, why the change in routine?"

Arthur stops and looks at Merlin, then at the sword that he's had for quite some time. It was one of his favorites. Well-balanced, easy to wield, and not too flashy. Excalibur was clearly symbolic enough to justify the gold inlay and engravings, making it quite clear that this was not just a king's sword, but the king's sword. Arthur could feel that this sword was meant to be in his hands. Nonetheless, "That sword has served me well, Merlin. Even if your skillsets are lacking, and I worry for the safety of yourself and those around you when you have any sort of weapon in your hands, we're going to need all the help we can get now. And I trust that sword to be the most helpful to you in battle. So just take it."

He looks at Merlin intensely, making it clear that he won't back down.

Merlin sees this, and gives in with a nod. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Later, after they get back home and finally have time to rest, Arthur will find a new journal wrapped up for him; He had filled the last one and, evidently, Merlin had noticed, which wasn't very surprising.

This time, the inscription reads,

"Even if my skillsets are lacking,

Yes, I remember that slight.

Stop telling me I'm slacking,

I can still beat you with words if not in a sword fight.

Merry Christmas Clot-pole."

5. I'm Sorry

It was the first Christmas without Arthur. Merlin did as he often did these days, and visited the lake. He kneels by the edge, feeling the cold mud soak through the knees of his trousers, which he found vaguely comforting.

"It's that time of year again," He speaks aloud. "I've had the hardest time thinking of what to give you."

"When you gave me your sword, you told me you trusted it to be the most helpful to me in battle. I had given you a sword that I had hoped would be most helpful to you in battle. In the end we probably would've been better off if we'd have swapped, I think."

"I went through your journals the other day. I found...some poems, that sort of explained why you were always hesitant to let me so much as glance at the damn things, when I'd already seen a number of your other poems. I must admit, I feel like a fool for...well, for a lot of things. For my part in turning Morgana into a monster. For pushing Mordred to her. For not telling you about my magic sooner..."

"For not telling you-" He's near sobbing now, his tears falling to wet the ground even further.

"For not telling you everything. For all the mistakes I made. For not being able to save you."

"I'm sure, if you were here, you'd be underwhelmed at my choice of gift for you, but I truly think it's the best I can do."

"...I'm sorry, Arthur. That's my gift to you. I'm just sorry, for telling you 'there could be no place for magic in Camelot.' I'm sorry for the lies and the secrets. I'm sorry for letting you go anywhere near that battlefield. I'm sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

+1. All I Want For Christmas Is You

Merlin would visit the lakeside every year, sometimes for a very long while, sometimes for just a few moments. Eventually, he'd barely find the strength to stop by at all.

Several hundred years after that, he'd get a job as a mail carrier, with a route that goes right by the lake. He walks that route now, in the winter cold and pauses for a breath. He doesn't look. He knows it's there. He knows he's not there. Not yet. Possibly not ever, at this point.

He continues along his route, as he has done over and over again, and will continue to do so over and over again until something forces him to change his habits as things do over and over again.

Until then, he keeps walking.

On this particular day, however, he must have been due for something to change again because something catches his eyes and ears. He hears the splash of water. He sees a glint of something shiny rising out of the lake. His heart stops. He drops his bag. He runs. His joints ache. He de-ages himself as he runs, so he can get to the lake faster. He gets there. He gets there and sees a fully armored, soaking wet, King Arthur of Camelot standing before him. They lock eyes. Arthur says his name and Merlin barely keeps from knocking him back into the water as he hugs him. Arthur hugs him back just as fiercely.

One year later, Arthur and Merlin will stand together in their house that stands somewhere close enough to the city that they can easily visit many of their reincarnated friends, who'd found wonderful lives for themselves in this new modern world(including Gwen and Lance, who had already been married for two years by the time everyone's memories came back), but far enough out that they can be left alone when they wish it.

It turns out that everyone aside from Arthur had been born into this new time and had new lives. When Arthur came back, they all regained their memories, and were all happy to see one another (mostly). Morgana and Mordred would each have a number of very long discussions with everyone. Over time apologies from all parties would be accepted.

In the meantime, Arthur and Merlin would be together, talking with each other, healing together, loving one another. Soon enough another Christmas is right around the corner and Arthur says, "I may need help finding a gift for you. I truly can't fathom how one can buy things with that same small card over and over and over. Not to mention the fact that your money is basically invisible now. It's ridiculous."

Merlin chuckles as he lays his head against Arthur's shoulder, the two of them sitting on the couch together as Merlin introduces him to the masterpiece that is "Monty Python and the Holy Grail."

After a moment of thought, he responds "Honestly, I don't think you need to get me anything ever again. You came back. That's all I've wanted for the longest time."

Arthur hugs him more tightly at that. Then he says "You're not getting out of me getting you a gift, by being all sappy."

"And you're not getting out of learning about modern currency by being cute."

"But you admit I'm cute."

"I didn't say that."

"Yes, you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did!"

"No, I didn't!"

They quickly end up wrestling each other until they've fully rolled off the couch and soon, it turns into a giggling mess of kisses and holding onto each other for dear life.

Even though he tried his best, Arthur has never been the best at picking out gifts for people. But in Merlin's book, nobody could ever beat the gift he got him that year. Nothing would ever top reuniting with the love of his life and finally living happily ever after.

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTER 19]

THE SEASHELL SOUNDED AGAIN, BRINGING THE DEMIGOD BACK TO REALITY. He didn't feel much like going to the mess hall that evening, he would have preferred to stay there in the silence and darkness of his cabin, which during winter nights seemed even more gloomy and deserted.

After a noisy sigh, he pulled himself up, leaving the cabin and heading towards the pavilion. Night fell quickly on the camp, the fog seemed to cling to him, and the shadows seemed to lengthen as if bowing to him. Only the torches illuminated the camp.

The mess hall, the only truly illuminated part of the camp, was already full of demigods sitting at tables, filling the cold and gloomy air with pleasant and warm laughter. Waiting for him at the table was Jason, hand in hand with Piper—who had arrived later that afternoon. The two were so engrossed in conversation that they didn't notice Nico's arrival until he cleared his throat, casting a veil of embarrassment between them.

"Welcome back!" exclaimed Piper, releasing her hand from her boyfriend's. "Everything okay in New Rome?"

Nico shrugged, briefly recounting his months spent there. He mainly talked about school, glossing over the kindness of his classmates.

"Well, nothing special" concluded the son of Hades, taking his plate to make his offering, followed by the other two. "And with your friend?" whispered Piper.

"Normal" he said, glancing at Jason, hoping he hadn't said too much.

The three demigods threw their offerings into the fire, making silent requests or thanks to the gods. Together they returned to the table, which among all was the farthest from the warmth of the fire. "Have you talked much during these months?" Piper asked again, subsequently ordering her goblet to fill with apple juice. "Sometimes" said Nico, unable to help but look up at Jason. "We mainly talked about school"

Piper nodded, hoping to extract some more information from him. Jason had never told her anything in his Iris messages.

"He started a singing course" he told her, although she expected to hear something else. "A what?" "Singing course" he repeated without realizing he was smiling. "He likes singing. I think he has a nice voice though" "he explained briefly, and Piper glanced at Jason, confident that he knew more about it.

The evening continued fairly quietly, Piper occasionally asking questions to break the silence, and Nico was always ready to give her an answer, although in some cases, he remained rather evasive.

After dinner, some groups returned to their cabins, while others gathered around the fire. It was all different without the Apollo campers leading the choir and delighting them with their excellent rhetoric.

Nico stayed with Jason and Piper for a while, who occasionally exchanged kisses and whispered a few words in each other's ears. They stayed a bit to listen to the campers from Cabin Eleven, who entertained the few remaining with comedic scenes and hilarious stories. Later, however, even the son of Hades left, now the general mood was subdued, and even the fire was turning into a dull yellow. He bid farewell to his friends, heading towards his cabin enveloped in the cold mantle of the night.

That night, he was truly determined to sleep, pushing every possible thought from his head, ignoring those annoying and stubborn butterflies in his stomach. The moment when Will would arrive was getting closer and this thought had been tormenting him for too long.

He turned towards the window overlooking the outside; the sky was covered with gray clouds that obscured the stars and the moon as they passed by. The trees in the forest were now completely devoid of their green foliage, and even the grunts and screams of the monsters that lived in the jungle had died down with the arrival of December. That silence seemed truly unnatural.

The son of Hades curled up tighter in the sheets, ignoring the voices swirling in his head. He had no intention of running away this time; he would do as Percy had told him: face it, with head held high, leaving your fears behind.

In the end, he managed to fall asleep, albeit consumed by dreams that slowly turned into nightmares. It had been a while since he had dreamed of anything, and he was certain that something was happening outside of that camp, something he didn't even want to know about. The nightmare then stopped, bringing him back to his more peaceful dreams until they disappeared along with the first cold lights of dawn.

Nico didn't immediately get up; he simply stayed still, staring at the landscape slowly waking up. His stomach was churning, as before an exam. Suddenly, his strength seemed to desert him; he would have liked to stay in bed, hidden under the sheets, or disappear somewhere and reappear later, but a part of him didn't really want to do that. With a push of courage, he got up, feeling the icy floor of the cabin beneath his feet.

He got ready carefully, taking more time than usual in the bathroom; he wanted to make a good impression that morning. From the wardrobe, he chose a high-necked sweater he had found in a store in New Rome; the saleswoman had told him it fit him like a glove, and indeed, it suited him well.

After encouraging himself in front of the mirror, he headed out towards the pavilion. He didn't have much of an appetite that morning; the butterflies in his stomach didn't stop moving for a moment.

As every day, Jason was waiting for him at the table, sitting next to Piper, who was smiling at him in a strange way. "Good morning" Piper greeted, widening her smile. Nico responded with a nod, sitting down at the table and being served immediately. "Jason told me your friend should be arriving today"

Nico sighed, confirming what Piper already knew. From the way Piper kept staring at him, he was pretty sure Jason had told her more than just about his friend's upcoming arrival. "Do you know when he'll arrive?" the girl asked.

"I think in the afternoon" he replied, although he didn't really know himself when he would arrive. "We'll probably go to the bay, there's never anyone there" he added, resigned to the fact that they wouldn't leave him alone until he told them all about his plans. "That's a good idea" Piper nodded. "Have you prepared a speech?" she asked, and Nico shook his head in response. "I'll improvise" he told her, mentioning his feeble attempts in front of the mirror.

"You'll loosen up when you have him in front of you" Jason reassured him, understanding the difficulty of expressing one's feelings in words.

They talked a bit more; the daughter of Aphrodite occasionally gave him some advice, like not losing eye contact. Piper was fantastic, spontaneous, and genuine; he should have told her before instead of keeping it to himself. "Don't make the speech too long, get to the point" the girl concluded, giving him some simple tips. Nico truly appreciated that gesture.

[CONTENTS]

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[heliopauseentertainments]

Lights Out

Prompt: Day 7 - Free Day/AU

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Rodimus/Megatron

Characters: Rodimus & Megatron

Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Sensory Deprivation, Foreplay Gone Poorly (for comedic effect)

Summary: In which Rodimus suggests something a little different.

Crossposting: AO3 | DreamWidth

Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.

"Are you sure you want the lights off?"

A little late to for Megatron to ask that now, given that the room was already dark, Rodimus thought. They had flicked off the lights and had even covered the porthole windows with thick mesh to prevent the intrusion of starlight.

"Absolutely!" Rodimus clapped his hands together, even though he unable to be sure that he wouldn't accidentally smack an unlucky, unseen item between his palms.

"I'm not sure what you're hoping to achieve by this exactly."

All that was visible was the red glow of optics and biolights from where Megatron was seated on the floor. Rodimus had already put blackout tape over his own biolights. Now he just had to apply the tape to his partner, and then they would be ready for fun.

Optics could be turned off when they were actually starting, but the tape was to prevent cheating.

Sure, they could have used blindfolds as well, but this time they had agreed to try without them, using the honor system.

"Overload, obviously."

Duh.

Rodimus shrugged as he unrolled the blackout tape, even though Megatron couldn’t see him like this.

"Yes, but once I find you, that really takes away the challenge, don't you think?” Megatron was such a downer sometimes. “At that point, it just becomes regular lovemaking with our optics off. We could have done that at home."

"It's called 'foreplay.' Look it up.” He sighed. “Also, stop calling it ‘lovemaking.’ That sounds so… cringe. Very unsexy."

And by that point, their arrays with their own bright biolights would be visible anyway. Neither of them were keen to put the blackout tape over such delicate parts of their anatomy. Part of the trick would be keeping panels covered until just the right time.

"You know that I know very well what 'foreplay' is.” True, but not the point that Rodimus had been making. “Besides, I'll still be able to hear you."

"Sure, you will, buddy. Sure, you will."

Rodimus had made the conscious decision to not tell Megatron that he knew about his damaged hearing. He wouldn't mention it and Megatron had yet to mention Rodimus’s own struggles with other things, like keeping on top of his calendar and reports. Rodimus’s relationship with linear time was love-hate at best. In his opinion, their mutual silence on the matter constituted a fair trade.

The odds of Megatron precisely tracking his motions through sound alone were slim. Besides, there was also plenty of furniture still in the habsuite. All sorts of places for sound to bounce off, all sorts of places to hide.

And plenty of random stuff to trip on that they purposefully hadn’t cleared away. An entirely empty room wouldn’t be much of a challenge.

It would be fine, he thought, crossing over to where Megatron waited on the floor.

If anyone tripped, it'd probably be the big guy, which would be fine. He was hard to break. Part of the appeal, really.

"Rodimus, this seems silly."

"It's supposed to be erotic," he answered, pulling the free end of the roll of blackout tape which had managed to stick to itself in the dark when Rodimus hadn’t been minding it.

Besides, in addition to the hoped for eroticism, the dark itself added a fun little sense of danger. Rodimus could pretend he was being chased by a big scary monster. That was always entertaining, especially when he had the best monster he could have hoped for right here, being incredibly well-behaved and patient.

Rodimus ripped off a piece with his teeth and stuck it over the large biolight on Megatron's forearm. With each new piece of the tape in place, the outlines of their frames in the dim glow of biolights and optics began to truly disappear.

"I'm well aware of what it's supposed to be—"

"Though I have to admit, big guy, the backsass is not erotic."

"What a fine accusation from you—"

Rodimus slapped a hand over where he thought Megatron's mouth was, loudly shushing him. Luckily, he mostly got a mouth, but also a bit of nose.

"Not helping, okay? The put downs? Yeah, those aren't sexy. I know you like that kind of thing, but that’s not my jam."

Words like that wreaked havoc on his self-esteem in a way that someone with a mountain of self-confidence like Megatron could just shrug off.

When Rodimus didn't receive an answer, he realized he was still covering Megatron's mouth.

"Oopsie.”

He pulled his hand away, secretly grateful that he hadn't been bitten. Not that he really thought Megatron would bite him out of nowhere, not unless asked.

“So, yeah. We clear on the rules?"

"Understood. Now may we continue?"

"Almost. You still need more tape." Trying not to think about just how much isopropyl alcohol they'd need to dissolve the adhesive later, he went back to slapping tape over every light he could see. "Why do you have such huge biolights anyway? You're using all my tape, you bastard."

The rumble of a heavy, industrial engine turning over in intrigue was his only answer.

"Alright, alright, just keep it behind your panels until you catch me."

--

With their optics off, every sound was so much louder, so much sharper.

From his current hiding place against the side of a cabinet, Rodimus could hear Megatron methodically poking about the room on his knees like an old mech who had lost his corrective lenses.

Unfortunately, Rodimus had expected the search to be less… mechanical and more on intuition. It wasn't as much fun if Megatron wasn't making wild guesses and missteps in the dark. This was less erotic than he had hoped.

Perhaps some… incentive to take risks would be necessary.

Rodimus pulled a light-pen out of his subspace and tossed it across the room where it clattered on the floor.

The tense silence afterward was heavy, as though Megatron were calculating. It too behooved Megatron to be as quiet as possible to sneak up on Rodimus, but given his weight there was a limit to how much he could negate the sound of movement. Remaining still was likely his best weapon.

Rodimus’s spark spun at the thought that perhaps he had just given his position away, rather than creating a diversion. What if at any moment now Megatron realized that Rodimus must have been on the opposite side of the room from the sound? Any second now hands might emerge from the dark and seize him.

Well, being caught was the idea but not quite this soon.

He clambered slowly up the side of the cabinet, trying to pull himself on top of it. He took special care to be as quiet as possible, trying to keep his plating from scraping against the cabinet's surface.

It was tricky to find each handhold with his optics off, feeling around slowly. No wonder this was taking Megatron forever.

If Rodimus was lucky, getting on top of the cabinet would put him up high, well out of Megatron’s potential reach.

Just as long as Megatron remained on his knees, methodically searching the room. If he stood up, Rodimus would need a new plan.

Unfortunately, right as Rodimus finally hauled his weight up onto the top of the cabinet, the entire structure shuddered, rattling loudly against the wall and shattering the fragile silence.

Dammit.

Fear and thrill bloomed simultaneously in his spark.

Across the room, he heard the scraping of heavy armor shifting and growing louder. Megatron was closing in on him.

His only option now was to run for it lest Megatron swipe him clean off the cabinet.

As the sound of his “hunter” approaching came nearer, Rodimus leaped off the cabinet in the direction of the noise, intending to vault right over Megatron. He would be forced to turn around to resume the chase, buying Rodimus more time to think of a better backup plan.

Thoughts of flawlessly sailing right over his lover’s head in the dark evaporated right as he collided hips-first into a massive shoulder, folding forward to dangle against Megatron’s back with his arm hooked around the tank barrel.

Rodimus groaned in defeat, the sense of thrill in his spark now thoroughly extinguished.

“… Best two out of three?”

[erabundus]

anonymous &&. said... BREAKING NEWS! Did you know that lady furina is crushing on the knave!

the  timing  of  the  news  seems  almost  comedic;  their  words  wash  over  him  precisely  as  he  takes  a  sip  of  tea  —  and  the  wanderer  makes  a  strangled  little  noise  of  surprise as  if  he  nearly  chokes  in  the  process.  swallowing  hard,  ren  echoes,  ❝  furina  and  THE  KNAVE?  ❞  lips  curl  in  an  incredulous  sneer;  a  flash  of  pointed  teeth.  for  all  of  his  theatrics,  ren  is  nothing  if  not  a  creature  perpetually  hungry  for  the  next  scrap  of  drama  to  whet  his  appetite.  while  he's  oft  quick  to  profess  disinterest  in  other  people's  business,  that  isn't  entirely  true  —  the  boring  matters,  certainly.  getting  dragged  into  fixing  someone's  problems  on their behalf similarly  irritate  him.  yet  these  bits  of  petty  gossip  may  very  well  be  his  bread  and  butter.  a  fountain  of  endless  entertainment.

he  places  the  teacup  down  with  a  soft  CLICK.  fingers  lace  beneath  the  wanderer's  chin.  the  shift  in  his  composure  is  so  dramatic  as  to  be  a  touch  comedic  in  its  own  right.  presenting  himself  with  DIGNITY  when  the  topic  at  hand  is  hardly  deserving  of  such  careful  consideration.  ❝  that's  interesting.  ❞   he  muses  lightly.  ❝  although,  i  can't  say  much  about  her  taste.  ❞   in  all  fairness,  ren  would  be  similarly  disparaging  about  any  member  of  the  fatui  —  that  entire  group  has  left  an  awful  taste  in  his own  mouth  that  isn't  soon  to  dissipate.  just  as  the  balladeer  once  viewed  all  of  humanity  as  being  complicit  in  his  suffering,  the  fatui  now  bears  the  burden  of  his  ire.  (  granted,  some  members  have  a  far  steeper  PRICE  to  pay  than  others.  )  ❝  no  matter  how  she  may  present  herself,  the  knave  isn't  one  to  be  trusted ...  furina  is  more  capable  than  people  give  her  credit  for,  but  i  hope  she  knows  what  she's  getting  into ...  ❞

as  his  words  trail  off,  the  wanderer  stares  into  his  half-empty  cup.  his  own  expression  gazes  back  —  a  bit  accusatory.  as  if  he  hardly  has  any  right  to  talk  about  who  is  and  isn't  to  be  TRUSTED.  (  fair  enough.  )

a  tiny  sigh  escapes  his  lips.  looking  up,  the  wanderer  taps  a  thoughtful  finger  to  his  chin.  ❝  i  wonder  if  she's  one  of  those  people  who  are  overly  interested  in  DANGEROUS  TYPES.  ❞   he  muses,  with  the  same  casual  undertone  as  one  commenting  on  the  weather.

[thepersialionheart]

Sigh. The miraculous movie. I love it and hate it (OK not really. I can never hate miraculous- apart from puppeteer 2. Yh we are never talking about that again) at the same time. But mostly love it.

There are spoilers in this so if you don't want to see it, just scroll past quickly.

Obviously I found it good. It was entertaining, I liked the songs. I liked how ZAG was able to condense a lot into 1 movie. I actually really liked the plot. Honestly, Adrien should have found out that his father was Hawkmoth at the end of season 5. I stand by that and even made a one-shot on it because I was so pissed that he didn't find out. That being said since ZAG wants to keep the show going until we are in our deathbeds, I can kind of understand. Maybe.

Anyway.

Chat Noir, as always, is the best character. But I also really loved Marinette (I love her in the show and I love how they brought out the Marinette we knew from the show slowly out in the movie).

The ladynoir. Exquisite. Amazing. Chefs kiss. My favourite song was the one they did together. I miss them in the show. Bring ladynoir back ASAP.

And then the final Adrienette scene gosh I screamed. Like I was so hoping we got a reveal because my patience with the show and the reveal is already wearing thin. So thank goodness for that!!!! And then I screamed again because they cut the goddamn kiss.

There are a few, just tiny things I'm not sure if I like or dislike yet. They're just tidbits which I, as a pretty big fan of miraculous just find... for lack of a better word, annoying? But not exactly. Idk it just irks me a bit.

For example, I was just a bit annoyed that Marinette didn't say miraculous ladybug once- the most opportune moment being during the end where she is literally restoring everything in Paris. She also didn't have a lucky charm

There were a lot of parts where I expected something to happen which would allude back to iconic parts of the show such as when Hawkmoth's face made of butterflies showed up after the whole balloon guy (which my sister and I decided was the cutest of all the villains- its like an evil baymax made of helium) incident. I thought that just like in stoneheart, Ladybug would de-evilise all of those butterflies.

Even to this day, that part in stoneheart is my absolute favourite moment in the history of Miraculous.

One other thing- something my friend (who beta reads a lot of my miraculous stuff) also agreed on- is that although I did like the songs and I will definitely be listening to them again, when you watch the movie and watch Marinette sing, it doesn't feel like her at all. I know this is just being nitpicky at this point but I feel like the singing was too deep/ too low for Marinette's character.

One point I liked but felt they should have gone deeper into was the whole "We are stronger together" thing. The whole set up of the movie was so that they worked together as a team but they barely did that in the final fight. It was sort of disappointing that they didn't really defeat Hawkmoth together. I guess though, that is something I would also say for the season 5 finale. However, the way it happened in the season 5 finale made a lot more sense.

I guess because it is a movie, that's why it feels so rushed. We've been blessed with so many episodes for miraculous that it's really hard to condense the main points of the basic story for Miraculous into something that is not even 1/10th of the length of the show.

Other things I liked in the movie:

Alya. God I love her. In the show and in the movie.

Tom just behind the balloons as Adrienette are having a moment. Him awing when Marinette was talking about him. Honestly that seen was sweet and comedic.

Tikki. She's such an intimidating bug-mouse (and they missed another neat opportunity there). Honestly a bit scary in the movie but that's why I loved her. I wish her and Plagg had a proper scene together. Also Tikki deliberately moving Marinette's hand to Adrien's. You go Tikki! Also Tikki rapping! YAS my little genie bug.

I like how Chat noir actually got to say cataclysm.

I loved spotting all of the characters we know and love in the show.

Also was that Monsieur Rat????

The random kid who looked like tiny Adrien.

I love the design of the yoyo.

Speaking of designs, Marinette's dress is actually lovely. My favourite part is most definitely the back which looks like wings. It's actually really beautiful.

Ladynoir. Honestly the best part of the movie was just these two together. That was the thing that I was looking forward to the most. And it didn't disappoint.

I also really like the snippets of Marinette and Adrien getting to know each other and honestly, the whole rejection scene was heartbreaking.

I could go on more but I'm about to fall asleep but I needed to get this out before I do.

I am honestly sad that the movie wasn't longer. I hope next time it will be and that we will also be introduced to Felix once again. The next one is likely going to be about Mayura so I hope he comes. I've honestly made peace with the whole sentimonster thing so I won't even be mad if they bring it up- though with the lore of the movie, it being quite different from the show's lore, I don't think they will.

Anyways I'm done. You don't have to agree with me on these points, I honestly just wanted to rant about what I thought of the movie.

Bug out <3

[kaekae-x0x0]

Writing John Doe fluff because I had a shit day

Not proofread, may be really bad

I’m still figuring this app out so bear with me

Gender Neutral reader.

You come home from a rough day at work, throw your stuff on the counter and walk to the living room where your lover, John Doe was sitting. You sigh and sit down near him, then lean into his shoulder.

“Rough day, love?” He asks in a soft tone.

“Yeah, people are shit.” You reply.

“I agree, but you’re my exception.” He says, smiling.

You sit up straight and inhale quickly, John turns to face you, comedically pulling out a popcorn bucket full of teeth out of his “hair,” preparing to hear about the events that pissed you off today.

“It starts out when this lady comes in with her three brats, sure, it wasn’t busy, but her VOICE was like nails on a chalkboard for me.” You begin, using elaborate hand gestures to show your anger, “her children were like little demons running around the gas station, I was hoping one would fall and bust their little head open that’s how annoying they were. She scoffed at me and asked if there were any ‘more professional people’ in the back, I may not seem like the type, but I wanted to smack that woman so hard-“ you were interrupted by John’s laughter.

“What?” You ask, laughing with him.

“Seeing you get so worked up is so cute, and entertaining.” He replies, his laughter calming down.

You smile at him.

“But love, you shouldn’t get so worked up over one thing that happened today, it’s not good for your brain. As much as I enjoy hearing your stories, you shouldn’t let people like that woman mess up your whole day.” He explains.

“You know, you’re right, and I’ll work at that.”

He smiles, “If you’re still mad we could cuddle to relieve your stress…”

You scoot towards him and kiss his cheek, “I like that idea.”

He wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek.

You hum at the kisses, smiling at the affection.

Sadly, the cuddles were interrupted by the rumbling of your stomach.

“YOU HAVEN’T EATEN?!?!” John asks, legitimately concerned.

“Other than the -insert small snack of choice- earlier, no…?” You say, kinda embarrassed to admit it.

John picks you up only to put you back down again, then heads over to his desk turn on the shared computer.

You rearrange to be comfy and teasingly say “since you got up you’re not getting your spot back.”

“I guess I’ll just sit on the floor, anyway, what do you want from -insert any kinda restaurant or food place you like-.”

“-favorite thing off menu-, please.”

Because I’m too lazy to finish this, you get your food and watch a horror movie then cuddle to sleep.

Im really sorry I have the attention span of a goldfish when I write stuff im so sorryyyyyyy.

[wannaberp]

— WHO IS RYEO JIHYUN?

he’s a TWENTY-TWO year old wannabe, born JULY 5, 2001. he’s currently eyeing LIME ENTERTAINMENT and lives by the words “god has given me one face, and i made myself another.”

maybe you should learn more or ask him a question.

▶ PLAY THE CLIP [ dream_reality.mp4 ]

the camera points towards a fresh face unknown to the world of the entertainment industry. two individuals sits across each other; the interviewer and the second son of the ryeo group. the only thing separating them was a small white table with a vase of artificial roses to adorn it. luciel doesn’t remembers there was a vase of flowers for the interviewees before him.

he leans against his chair comfortably as he exchanges a conversation of words with the stranger. while it was his first time in a reality program, it wasn’t his first time with cameras and eyes on him.

what’s your dream? upon receiving this question, luciel almost laughs. what a simple, generic question. he straightens his back, and the tips of his lips curls up. “my dream isn’t the most unique, i only pray to echo the sound of my performance throughout the world with my own efforts,” he takes a knowing pause while holding his chin. “ah, how can i accomplish it you say? well, for starters… people often say i was born with a golden spoon, and i don’t shy away from this statement.”

even though he wasn’t looking at the interviewer directly, he knows there is a glint in their eyes.

“although this life is comfortable, if i’m able to rise up in this industry with my performances and be recognised by people for my qualities, then i’m happy. besides that, i grew up with classical music, so i think i have the power to bring something refreshing to the scene.”

the interviewer gives several nods at that, following up with another question: who would you like to be recognised by?

a chuckle. “there’s many. theres the people i look up too, take SHINee for an example… though that’s a faraway dream. and of course, my parents. my parents are quite strict, and i’m to be part of the corporation one day…” luciel trails off and gives a sigh. a quick second later, he turns his gaze to the camera with a voice so gentle, yet full of determination, “i want to prove to them that i can do it without putting shame on their name.”

perhaps there was some form of sympathy from the interviewer, luciel doesn’t knows, but it was an answer that was satisfactory enough for them to carry on with other questions.

by the end of it, luciel finds it all comedic. vividly, he replays the memory of the interview from the beginning, from that very first question that fell upon him.

to dream, is a lovely dream in itself. people are made of dreams, sometimes they may go askew or walk into the path of the unknown – but they dream regardless.

luciel does not dream, it’s as if he’s been walking on an unpaved road all his life. he constructs a smile and a combination of words to play the role of an individual in society, following a script that’s written by others. if he was handed a blank piece of paper to write his script, the ink in his pen will never run out of ink. there’s nothing to write.

nothing at all.

[sukirichi]

black magic [01]

REQUEST. arranged marriage + enemies to lovers (sukuna is a simp and lowkey a housewife)

CONTENT/WARNINGS. some suggestive scenes, but overall fluff and romance! slight crack fic, I guess? I was laughing when I wrote this lol

NOTES. I NEED A HUSBAND! SUKUNA I’M GOING TO CRY GOODBYE THIS HAS ME SOFT. also anon i’m not sure if you wanted something with more ~sexual tension~ since this is kind of just comedic, but I hope you like it anyway!

part one | part two (nsfw)

“This is new,” you comment with a glare, your ankle propped on Sukuna’s knee.

“Shut up,” he rolls his eyes, pushing your skirt aside to clean the wounds you attained through exorcising curses. You’ve taken a particularly strong curse today and you’re caught off guard, barely finishing the mission unscathed. Limping all the way back home isn’t easy especially since you live on top of the darned mountain, but if Sukuna’s going to kneel in front of you like this...maybe it wasn’t too tough a journey. “You should stop going to missions you’re not ready for. Look at you, all wounded and bloody.”

“You sound like you care.”

“You’re my wife,” he huffs while dropping the bloody towel on the floor. Sukuna wraps the bandage around your ankle and carries you bridal style even though you’re perfectly capable of walking, but he shoots you a silencing glare. You’d have knocked him in the face any other day, but he’s particularly warm and smells nice today – plus you’re beat – that you bury your face in his chest, ignoring that stupid fluttering in your stomach. “Of course I do.”

You snicker, mind tracing back to your earlier years of this dreaded marriage.

It definitely wasn’t the best – the memories blurring between strangling each other to making out as if breathing was never a thing – and it felt like forever ago when you first met him.

You’d never say it out loud, but... you don’t regret this arranged marriage. Not when Sukuna is tucking himself beside you on the bed, your head above his muscular chest a place similar to home. He covers both your bodies over with a blanket, pulling your body closer to him with a strong arm, his lips pressing onto the crown of your head.

Ugh, you think to yourself, giving in to the need to cuddle your husband after a long day of work. You still refuse to say it out loud, though, and you irk him further by muttering, “That’s not what you said two years ago.”

“I wasn’t in love with you then.”

 “I refuse to be married to you!”

Sukuna fights back the urge to cover his ears. Ever since your clan decided to visit his land and started exorcising curses one by one, his life has been nothing but hell. Not only are your relatives the most arrogant people ever with a consistent god complex, they just had to let their little mortal child be in charge of taking on the stronger curses. Seriously, what were they thinking, sending you – who’s barely even out of their training bra years – to deal with curses like him?

Everyone knows Sukuna is a no bullshit man. He won’t hesitate to cut your head off the moment you came raging at him, but then he sees how young you are and decides to send you back to your family.

Expecting that everyone would just call it a day and he’d get offerings for his unexpected mercy, Sukuna is beyond stupefied when they send you back to his temple, all dressed pretty with a basket of fruits and flowers braided in your hair. He remembers growling because you look adorable, but that’s easily wiped away when you open your mouth, your voice scratchy against his ears as you stomp your feet like the young mortal you are.

Sukuna pushes a thumb to his forehead to ease the impending headache, and that’s just from your presence. Something inside him tells that you’re going to be a bigger pain than you look.

“You don’t have much of a choice. You should’ve thought of that before deciding to run rampage over my land,” he reminds, turning boredly to his lone servant from above his throne. Sukuna isn’t impressed, to say the least, especially with your clan’s audacious proposition to gain his favour just this once. “Is this really the woman you bring me – the one they insist to be my wife?”

“She is their best fighter, my Lord.”

Well, he can’t disagree to that. You did, after all, single-handedly give him a cut on the cheek. “She’s feisty indeed.”

“Don’t talk as if I’m not here!”

“Mouthy too,” he mumbles to himself, but your sorcerer senses are sharp and easily picks up on it. He sees you flush angry again, looking immensely adorable with your tiny fists clenched like that and he snorts, waving a hand in the air. “Whatever. Get the wedding over with,” he nods to his servant, his sigh loud and tired as he makes his way to you.

You don’t stiffen at each haunting step, his eyes only glimmering harder with entertainment. It’s rare to find a mortal that doesn’t quiver at the sight of him, the urge to break you only growing stronger.

Even as he cups your face, making sure to not let his claws dig into your precious skin, Sukuna smirks. You’ll be entertaining indeed.

So Sukuna makes a promise, four eyes surveying the way your body is starting to fill in curves at the right places, the swell of your flesh just perfect in his hands... He chuckles to himself, daunting you further as he leans down to your ear, taking pleasure in the slight way your breath hitches. “Maybe then I’ll get to teach you a lesson or two.”

You’re definitely something else, taking advantage of each presented opportunity and not wasting any time before you make your move. Right after the wedding and everyone’s left, leaving you alone with your new husband behind closed doors; you push him until he’s on the ground, legs straddling each side of his hips while you growl above him – the sound similar to a battle cry.

Sukuna merely smirks, barely moving a muscle as his large hands come up to rest on your hips to steady you. “I’ve imagined countless ways you’d be on top of me like this,” his eyes light up with humour upon feeling the cold blade on his skin, “None of them included a knife on my neck though.”

“Shut your mouth. I will kill you myself,” you warn, pressing your knife harder until it draws a slight tinge of blood.

You hardly look threatening above him like this, dolled up to look the best in your wedding with this cursed being. If anything, you look more divine than deadly, and Sukuna thinks that perhaps your beauty could be your best weapon. You are bewitching, after all.

“I refuse to be your Queen and sit next to your throne.”

“Then why didn’t you stop the wedding?”

“I—”

Sukuna’s teasing grin grows wider when you pull back, trying so hard to not trip over your words. It takes all of his self-restraint to not take you right then and there, but he does a good job of holding back, enjoying this view above him instead. “Could it be you’re attracted to me after all, hm, little one?”

“Do not test me, Curse. I’m more than capable of exorcising you myself.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that. You’re the strongest in the Gojo clan, are you not?” he prompts to appease you, “I don’t even want to see what you’re capable of, but maybe, just maybe...” just as his eyes darken, the edges of his lips turning up into a smirk, Sukuna digs his claws into your thigh in a possessive show of ownership, a painful reminder that you’re his now. “...You could put on a little show for me?”

“I hate you!”

Experienced and strong as you are, you’re nothing compared to a thousand year old curse who’s killed a lot more people faster than you could blink. Sukuna immediately notices the animalistic way you draw your blade, arm swung back with rage written all over your face. Before you could so much as bat an eye, he easily switches the positions until you’re under him, using only one hand to pin your arms above your head, your blade effortlessly thrown to the other side of the room.

“As I thought, you’re a lot prettier under me like this,” he observes, roaming his eyes shamelessly over the fabric clinging prettily to your body. You’ve fallen silent at his unconcealed attention, your compliance enticing him to lean closer just to inhale your intoxicating scent.

“Not so feisty now, little one? Where’d all your hatred for me go?” Sukuna pulls back with widened eyes, “Oh? Am I hearing it wrong or is your pathetic human heart beating so loud right now?” You refuse to look at him, wriggling your hips in an attempt to leave, completely unaware that the mere movement is hypnotizing the curse above you. Sukuna grips your hips in warning, not wanting to destroy you – not now, anyway. “You know all you need to do is say it. I’d gladly take you right here and then.” His words spoken with that deep, throaty voice immediately sends a wave of heat down your core, but you turn away from him, breathing hard and nervously; something Sukuna picks up on in an instant. “Little one...have you never had a man hold you like this before?”

“N-no...”

“I see. Pure and innocent behind that ferocity, huh?” He surprises you by pulling away, smoothening his white robes down as he leaves you panting still on the floor. “Fine. I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

“I’d rather die before that ever comes out from my mouth.”

“We’ll see about that,” he smirks, winking at you before he shuts the door. “Little one.”

There’s a lot of weird – and utterly inconvenient things – about being Sukuna’s wife. The man eats everything, absolutely everything, and it doesn’t help that he sucks at hunting too. For a man so huge and burly, he sure is lazy, preferring to do the laundry in the riverside instead while you go out every day to prepare your meals.

You actually don’t mind, but it’s very fun to complain around him.

You’re on your way back to the temple when Sukuna grabs at you, making you drop the freshly caught birds onto the ground. Your brows furrow, about to scold him for being too eager again when Sukuna stares at your arm, his lips pressing into a thin line.

Following his line of sight, your lips form an ‘o’ shape. There’s blood trickling down your forearm from his claws accidentally cutting you, guilt written all over his face. Another weird thing about Sukuna is that he babbles a lot when he’s emotional, and you’re too tired to hear him beat himself over it that you just drag him inside your room, sitting his ass down before taking a clipper.

Sukuna scoffs when you start cutting his nails. It irks him that you don’t even bother wiping the blood off first and he tsks, eyes narrowed at you. “You should have thicker skin.”

You roll your eyes as you file his nails; you’ve been married to him long enough to know it’s his way of saying sorry. Not wanting to let him wallow in guilt any louder, you pad kisses over his knuckles before swiping the black ink off your desk, using a pen brush to colour your nails instead. Sukuna hovers behind you, head tilted to the side as he watched you. “Are you painting your nails black?” he utters in disbelief, trying to ignore the fact he feels...proud and even a little smug. “Not so fitting for the angelic sorcerer now, isn’t it?”

“I’m only doing this so you don’t feel left out.”

“Maybe I’ll add markings to your pretty face too,” he cups your jaw to make you turn to him, landing a solid kiss flat to your lips which makes you sigh, pretending to be annoyed but leaning over for another peck anyway. Sukuna laughs and pulls you onto his lap, kissing your neck this time around, a little annoyed that you don’t stop in brandishing your nails. “Wife, what do you think?”

“I have work, Sukuna. You flirting with me doesn’t change the fact I need to go.”

“Come home safe for me, at least?” he breathes down your neck, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You’ve definitely changed since the first time he’s met you, starting from a mean (although he stands strong that you are still mean to him sometimes) temperamental little one to a mature, stronger sorcerer who’s secretly weak for his wife.

Unable to resist him as always, you turn around once you’ve finished painting your nails, rubbing your nose over his until your strong, scary husband is turning into putty at your hands. “Of course I will,” you peck his lips one last time, Sukuna’s eyes closing as he dives in for a deeper kiss. “I’ll always come back home to my handsome husband.”

If anyone were to ask how it’s possible that the King of Curses is actually very soft for his sorcerer wife, everyone would claim it’s impossible and a heresy – but if you ask Sukuna, it’s probably just black magic doing its wonders.

[leefics]

hidden camera | #angelhours drabble

excerpt | in which bts tries to pull a prank on you but it doesn't go as expected.

pairing | bts x idol!reader

genre | slight angst, fluff, crack

warning/s | none

lee’s notes | just some comedic relief for you guys! I wrote it on implule and thought i'd share it with anyway even though it’s not the usual length :')

word count | 1.34k words

go to | home / m. list / faq

"GOOD WORK!" THE STAGE MANAGER EXCLAIMS as you arrive backstage.

You had just finished your first-ever special stage at MAMA as a solo artist. Being a rookie, HYBE thought it would be beneficial to your popularity if you performed a cover of another artist.

Unfortunately though, it was a very last-minute decision, so you weren’t given much time to practice before the day itself. It didn’t help either that the song chosen for you was Black Swan by BTS, a song produced by a senior group at your own entertainment company. So, when you made a mistake, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and frustrated.

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, alright?" Your manager says as she walks you out of the backstage area.

You simply sigh and shake your head, the frown still etched onto your face as the moment continues to replay in your head.

What will BTS think of me? You think to yourself with a frown.

But as you two walk down the hallway, she suddenly stops you halfway through and opens the door to a certain room. You tilt your head at her, very much confused as to why she was leading you into a room that certainly wasn't yours.

Your confusion quickly fades; however, once you noitce seven familiar faces inside the room, each seemingly busy with their own thing. You immediately shake your head, refusing to come inside.

"I can't go in there, unnie. Not after the mistake I just made." You mumble with a frown.

But to no avail, your manager simply shakes her head leads you inside, insisting that it was BTS who wanted you to visit them and not her. You huff and follow her inside, respectfully greeting the people in the room.

"H-Hello." You say, bowing towards everyone.

They all perk up once they see you, waving and greeting you back before glancing at one another.

"(Y/N)-ah!" Namjoon exclaims, walking towards you cheerfully.

You greet each of them with a forced smile, still quite embarrassed and nervous to see if they noticed your mistake. Then, once you come face-to-face with Hoseok, your nervousness quickly escalates upon noticing the unreadable expression on his face.

"You made a mistake, huh?" Hoseok says in a half-playful tone, patting your shoulder.

You force out a smile and nod embarrassingly, scratching the back of your head.

"Yeah—my mind kind of went blank at one point during the performance." You mumble, looking downwards.

Hoseok lets out a huff, putting his hands in his pockets.

"You definitely should've practiced harder, then. You're lucky you were able to recover right away when you made a mistake. But you should know that that’s not always the case." Hoseok says in a slightly scolding tone, your eyes still cast towards the ground in shame.

As Hoseok continues to talk to you, you don't notice the glances the other members were giving you as they watched, cautious expressions displayed on their faces.

"If you work harder next time, you'll do better. Just learn from this mistake and make sure not to repeat it."

You sigh and nod, trying your best to maintain a professional expression. Unfortunately for you, tears begin to spill out of your eyes as you remain frustrated by your actions.

"Okay, oppa. I’ll do better next time, thank you for your advice." You say as kindly as you could, your voice slightly cracking at the end.

Hoseok hears your voice falter and is immediately taken aback, the stern look on his face quickly fading away. He crouches down slightly to see your expression and his eyes immediately widening once he sees the sadness on your face.

"Shit—wait (Y/N), I was kidding! P-Please don’t be sad, you were amazing on stage!" He suddenly exclaims, now panicking.

You’re immediately confused, wondering why Hoseok’s demeanor suddenly changed.

"W-What?" You ask, looking extremely dumbfounded as you meet his eyes.

“It was a prank! Aish—this wasn’t how it was supposed to go!“ Hoseok exclaims, ruffling his hair in frustration.

You continue stare at him in confusion, a few leftover tears still falling down your cheeks as you try to comprehend what was going on. As you did, the other members also begin to get ahold of what was happening and realize that they may have taken the prank a bit too far.

"Yah! Did you make (Y/N)-ie cry?!" Seokjin quickly asks, jabbing his finger towards Hoseok chest.

The rest of the members begin to play along and act innocent, putting the blame on Hoseok.

"How dare you hurt our baby's feelings?!" Jimin quickly adds, wrapping his arms around you as though to protect you.

Upon seeing their reactions, you quickly let out a small laugh through your sniffles, wiping the tears away from your eyes. Jimin frowns upon seeing this and gives you a hug, rubbing your back as he glares at Hoseok.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N)-ah. I didn't mean to make you cry! We were only supposed to make you a bit upset before we’d stop and say it was a prank.” Hoseok explains, frowning as he sees your tears.

"A little upset my foot! Our baby is sad now because of you!" Jungkook exclaims, playfully hitting Hoseok.

You laugh and this and sniffle, shaking your head in disbelief as Jimin lets you go.

"I knew we wouldn't succeed. It's just impossible to hurt our (Y/N)-ie." Yoongi says with a sigh, the other members agreeing.

“We should have known from the start not to even try.” Taehyung adds, a pout now also forming on his face.

“She’s too cute for our good.” Jimin coos, squeezing your cheeks like a baby.

You chuckle at this and take Jimin’s hands off of your cheek, still slightly puzzled as to why they wanted to prank you in the first place. And as though he read your mind, Namjoon quickly explains the situation.

“It’s a BigHit tradition to prank our hoobaes. We just never found a good opportunity to do it to you. So, when Hoseok joked about it while you were on stage, we thought we might give it a try.” He explains, shrugging sheepishly.

Upon hearing his explanation, Hoseok’s eyes widen as he stares at the leader in disbelief.

“Yah! You guys have been making it seem like I was the only one who planned it—you guys are just as much to blame as I am!“ Hoseok whines, feeling betrayed.

He then turns towards you and hugs you, pulling back to wipe the remaining tears on your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N)-ie. I shouldn’t have let those troublemakers talk me into scolding you for fun.” Hoseok says with a pout, making you let out a soft chuckle.

“It’s okay, oppa. I know it was all for good fun anyways. Besides—your advice is still valid.” You respond, a pout slowly forming on your face as you once again recall your mistake on stage.

Hoseok sees this and shakes his head, placing both his hands on your cheeks as he stares right into your eyes.

“Yah (Y/N), don’t beat yourself up for it, alright? You still did amazing.” Hoseok says, smiling at you reassuringly before letting go of your cheeks.

“Hyung’s right, (Y/N)-ah. Besides, he’s made much more mistakes than you and look, he’s still doing great.” Jungkook adds, causing Hoseok to turn around and glare at him.

“Like you haven’t made any mistakes either!” Hoseok quickly argues, Jungkook laughing and rolling his eyes.

The two begin to get defensive over who made more mistakes in the past, swiftly accusing one another easily. As you watch them, a smile slowly creeps onto your face, your earlier frustrations now disolving into the air.

Meanwhile, Seokjin sighs as he watches the two members, quickly walking between them before raising both of his hands up.

“Yah! That’s enough.” He exclaims, the rest of the members laughing in disbelief.

Jimin clears his throat, putting his arm on your shoulder as he grabs the attention of the other members.

“Anyways, I think we all owe (Y/N) for making her cry today.” Jimin says, patting your head.

Before you could say anything, the other members quickly agree. Taehyung raises his hand up, already with an idea.

“Why don’t we have a pizza night? There’s no better way to apologize than with food.” Taehyung suggests.

Everyone immediately agrees and starts to settle on a time and place. Suddenly, Namjoon pauses and tilts his head to one side in confusion.

“Wait—but who’s paying?“ He asks, looking at his members.

“I think Hoseok should, he was the one who made her cry anyways.” Yoongi says bluntly, causing Hoseok to scoff.

“Yah! For the last time—it wasn’t only my idea!”

[ktrivia]

Pull Your Punches (Levi Ackerman x Reader, boxer!AU)

Summary:

Moving to a new city should have been scary, could have been lonely, but thanks to your giant of a childhood friend, it was easy.

He trained some of the best boxers in the world, one of whom just happened to be the man whose poster you had on your bedroom walls when younger. His pictures did him no justice though, much better in the flesh than you could ever have imagined.

To find out he had the same penchant for winding your friend up was a surprise, something you did for fun and relaxation. But this was just for entertainment, it wouldn't ever come to anything, it couldn't. Would it?

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! Here's another chapter of this fic. This chapter was written by me, and I believe there is only one more switch between authors for this one. Then its allllll me. Here are a few boxing terms that will be used in this chapter:

Jab- a quick punch that goes straight ahead towards the person aimed at Cross- a punch that goes to the opposite side as your hand Hook- a curved punch that brings the whole arm around into a hook shape Clinch- when one boxer constrains another one by performing what almost looks like a hugging motion

I hope you enjoy the chapter and please let me know what you think in the replies or reblogs!

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Chapter 3

As you watched Erwin drag Levi away from your new apartment, you couldn’t help but laugh. The sight of seeing your large friend pulling the smaller man away was comedic. Sighing, you turned around slowly to face the doorway of the apartment complex you were moving into. The squat grey building blended in with many others on the city street. You opened the large glass door and entered a small lobby area that doubled as the mail room for the building. Mailboxes lined one wall and the three other walls contained doors, elevators and stairs. You pulled out your phone to double check which floor your new flat would be on. As you did so you approached the elevator and hit the up arrow. A ding sounded and you entered the elevator and headed for the fifth floor.

The hallway was long and your flat was about halfway down. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out the key that had been mailed to you a few weeks prior. You reached out and unlocked the white door to enter the already furnished apartment. Greeting you was an open floor plan living room, kitchen, and eating area with large windows that allowed in lots of light. Luggage was forgotten at the door as you began to investigate the building that you had only seen on the realtor’s website. The kitchen was galley style with light granite countertops and new appliances. Above the counters sat upper cabinets in a black painted wood, and at the halfway point the upper cabinetry stopped allowing for a small bar top area. Past the kitchen sat a small black dining table and chair set with a matching bookshelf resting in the eating nook.

This area opened up into a spacious but cozy living area complete with a white couch, love seat, and two stylized chairs. There was a hallway that you followed and passed a small guest bathroom and ended up in front of the only other door in the hallway. Opening it, you entered the bedroom which had a king sized bed, television, bedside tables, and dressers. Your gaze was caught on the large bed, never having owned such a luxurious bedset before now. Being promoted at work really did have its perks. A wicked grin crossed your face as you ran towards the bed and leaped onto it then proceded to jump up and down while laughing. You were cut off by the ringing of your phone. Flopping back until the bed, you smiled as you saw Erwin’s name flash across the screen. Of course he would already be calling to check on you.

“Hello this is Y/N’s phone, we’re sorry to tell you that she was murdered in the twenty minutes its been since you left her,” you answered with a giggle.

“Very funny,” Erwin huffed,” I just wanted to make sure you were able to get into the apartment ok.” You knew Erwin was just making sure you were ok like he always had in the past so you cut the sarcasm to a lower level.

“I’m fine Erwin, got into the apartment ok, only had to battle a wild hord of angry dogs to get to my door but I handled them just fine.”

“Of course you did.” He paused for a second, “Hey I know I said to come into the gym once you had completely settled in, but one of my boxers in sick so I have a good chunk of free time if you would be interested in a sparring session?”

You considered this for a moment, trying to decide if you wanted to do this or not. Getting into boxing again could bring up some past memories you really didn’t feel like dealing with again.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it could be tough at first…. I just really wanted to spend some more time with you and the gym is always where we had our best memories.” You could feel the beginning tears entering your eyes and blinked them away before answering him, a small crack in your voice.

“Actually Erwin, that sounds great. I assume you have some gloves I could steal, I mean borrow from you.” A sigh of relief could be heard from the other side of the phone.

“Of course. I never stopped having a pair ready to go for you.” A small smile reached your lips and arrangements were made to meet tomorrow afternoon after lunchtime.

Laying back on the new bed you stared up at the blank white ceiling thinking about tomorrow and what it would bring. The traveling and excitement of the day must have took more of a toll on you than you thought because sleep soon pulled you under.

Light poured through the window as you opened your eyes. You jumped, not realizing where you were, until you started to recognize your new home. Sighing in relief, you climbed out of bed and stretched to relieve stiff muscles. The display on the alarm clock read 11:04 in the morning. Groaning you realized you were due to meet Erwin in the next couple of hours.

Your suitcase was retrieved from next to the front door where it had been left during your exploration. Hefting it up onto the bed you decided to just unpack it later after you had left the gym. After a couple of minutes sorting through clothing you found a pair of calf length workout tights and a tank top. Digging to the bottom of the suitcase you found a pair of shoes you had debated throwing out so many times. A pair of low black boxing shoes sat in your hands. They were weathered due to years of use and the mostly smooth soles had been worn down significantly but they got the job done. They got thrown into a drawstring bag and normal sneakers pulled out for the walk over. You dressed yourself and went into the bathroom to wash your face and tie your hair back.

About ten minutes later you were walking out of the front door of the lobby and heading towards a coffee shop you had passed the previous day on your walk from the gym. The bell over the door jingled as it opened and a warm atmosphere greeted you. You joined the line to place your order standing behind a man and woman with jet black hair. The two stood almost rigid next to each other and you couldn’t overhear any words being shared between them.

Buzzing could be felt from your phone and you fumbled around with it while still trying to read the overhead menu. A quick glance down showed it was Erwin calling you again.

“Yes dad?” you answered, eyes still skimming the menu over the pair’s heads in front of you.

“You’re such a comedian Y/N. I just wanted to make sure nothing had come up today.” You could hear the hesitance in his voice. He was giving you an out from today’s sparring session if you felt the need to stay away from the ring. You knew it would kill him if you said no and loved him so much for giving you the option to bail.

“No Erwin we’re still on-,” The man in front of you whipped around to face you, stoic features present and steely eyes looking into yours. “Levi?!” you gasped.

“Levi?” Erwin questioned, voice rising in tone. “Y/N what are you doing with Levi? He had told me that he and Mikasa were going to pick up tea. Is Mikasa covering for him? What the hell are you two doing together?” The rant being yelled into your ear could be overheard by the raven haired man standing in front of you. His hand darted out and snatched the phone from you hand.

“Erwin would you shut your fucking mouth for a second. Y/N happened to walk into the same coffee shop that Mikasa and I are in. I didn’t realize it was her until your shitty name passed those amazing lips of hers,” he informed Erwin while shooting you a smirk. Aggravated sounds could be heard from the other end of the line and Levi merely grunted at that and cut whatever tirade Erwin had been on short.

“I’m hanging up now. The three of us should be back in a half hour,” He explained before a wicked gleam reached his eyes, “Unless something a little more interesting happens, then it could be quite a while.” Before Erwin could say anything else, Levi hit the end button successfully silencing the larger man. Your phone was held out to you by a pale hand, successfully shocking you out of your slight state of shock. You snatched it away and placed it back in the waistband of you tights. Levi’s eyes could be seen trailing down your torso to watch the slight lift of you shirt to place your phone in its spot.

“Feel free to pull that shirt higher up Y/N, I never mind a morning show.” Levi said suggestively.

“Oh Levi, I would, but even you couldn’t handle that,” you informed him with a sultry wink and a pat to his chest as you sauntered past him to order your coffee. Levi’s gaze followed your walk, admiring the sway to your hips as you approached the counter. A younger guy with blonde hair that went down to his chin and blue eyes timidly asked for you order. He seemed like a sweet kid but was very shy. Order placed you went to stand over by the pick-up counter waiting for you breakfast, drink, and of course Levi. Levi kept glancing at you as he ordered, shooting sly glances that you immediately returned. You knew that this flirtatious streak could cause issues sometimes as people would get the wrong idea, but you had a feeling Levi was enjoying this as much as you were. You heard you name called and grabbed your food and coffee before winking at Levi and sauntering right out the door. A couple seconds later slightly rushed footsteps could be heard approaching you from behind.

“Is my presence that overwhelming to you Y/N?” Levi asked once he reached you. You noticed that it was just him and Mikasa was nowhere to be seen.

“Wow Levi are you such an ass that you just ditch who you’re with to follow random people?”

“Mikasa is fine. She’s friends with that brat behind the counter.” You nodded and continued walking in the direction of the gym, ignoring Levi’s presence, knowing it would rile him up.

“Oi, do you make a habit of ignoring extremely sexy people walking next to you or are you just blind today?” He asked. Your eyes slid over to meet his. An idea popped into your head as you slowed your pace and faced him.

“You’re right Levi. Hmmmm you really are sexy aren’t you?” You pondered with an almost seductive tone taking a step closer to him. He froze looking at you with a question in his gaze, confused about your abrupt shift in demeanor. Another step closer brought you chest to chest with Levi. You leaned into him and let you lips brush his ear lightly, causing him to involuntarily shiver.

“But I can’t let you win this game of cat and mouse now, can I?” you whispered before taking his earlobe between your teeth and slowly grating against it. A soft chuckle escaped you as you abruptly stepped back and continued walking the remaining few feet to the gym. Levi had been so focused on you that he hadn’t realized how close you were to the desired destination. Glancing over your shoulder, you could see the man still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, dazed expression evident, still trying to process the last few seconds. Suddenly you were jolted as you ran into something solid. Turning back around you found yourself looking at a disapproving Erwin.

“I don’t even want to know do I?” He asked as you were about to open your mouth to explain. A grin presented itself on your face.

“No most likely not"

After a little while you found yourself seated on a bench near one of the rings getting yourself situated. Original sneakers were removed as boxing shoes were put on and laced. Heavy footsteps could be heard, and you knew it was Erwin approaching. He kneeled in front of you holding two rolls of wrap for your hands and a medium sized box. He placed the box on the bench next to you and then held out his hand for one of yours.

“I can wrap my own hands Erwin,” You told him even as you were putting your right hand into his. “I know you’re more than capable, but let me do this for you. This was always what we did before a match. I wrapped you and you wrapped me.” He explained as he began to wind the wrap around your wrist and fingers. You watched in silence as he worked, complex techniques now effortless due to years of experience.

“Flex your hand. How does that feel?” He asked as he secured the wrap in place with the Velcro at the end. Bending your fingers and checking the mobility, or what should be lack of, in your wrist you nodded to him and held out your other hand to repeat the process. Repeated actions ensued and soon both hands had been successfully prepared for gloves. Erwin reached over and grabbed the box slowly pulling open the flaps to reveal a slightly faded pair of black practice gloves. Your mouth dropped as you slowly pulled one of the gloves out of the box and turned it over to reveal the laces, and alongside them, your name monogrammed into the leather.

“I always kept them after you quit. I figured you would decide to come back to it one day, and even if you didn’t then I would always have a reminder of everything we did together.” Erwin explained as you ran your hands over the gloves in awe. It had been years since you had seen your old sparring gloves and they reminded you of the past you shared with Erwin, memories both good and bad.

“Erwin I-“ your voice cracked as you tried to contain the emotion you were feeling, “Thank you. Just thank you so much.” You leaned over and hugged him tight, burying your head into his shoulder and neck as you regained your composure. Pulling away you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Well lace me in, we’ve got some catching up to do and these things aren’t going to tie themselves.” Erwin knew you were covering for whatever emotions were warring inside of you but he just smiled and hoped for the best as he began putting the gloves on you. Gloves were applied and laces were tied before you tested out the familiar weight. Holding your hands up in front of your face you threw a few jabs with each hand. Erwin nodded before gesturing you towards the empty ring. He held the ropes apart from each other, granting you an easier entry to the ring, before he slid through them to join you. Nostalgia began to hit you as you stood in the ring, gloves on, preparing to regain part of your past. But nostalgia wasn’t the only thing beginning to show, something darker was starting to rear its ugly head.

“So I figured rather than a full on sparring match, I could use the pads and we can see if any of your old skill is still locked somewhere in that head of yours.” Erwin explained with a smile before putting small pads over his hands.

“Good idea, I don’t feel like kicking your ass today,” you told him with a teasing tone.

“Oh now that I would love to see,” Levi said as he approached the edge of the ring, gloves on, and shirt off. Erwin glared at his fighter who was lazing against the ropes peering in to watch you.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sparring with Mike right now?” Erwin questioned in a harsher tone than he had a moment earlier.

“Tch, Mike can hit a speed bag for a while. The giant could work on his jabs. I’m not missing this.” Erwin glanced at you, a question in his eyes on whether or not you still wanted to try this. You shrugged before holding your hands in front of your face, and rising slightly to your toes. Erwin approached, hands up and began giving instructions.

“Let’s start with the basics. Jab, cross, hook.” He told you before holding his hands at your height. Your brain reacted to the instructions given as your left hand shot out to meet the left pad, right hand following after to hit the left pad, and lastly left hand over to the right pad. Erwin nodded before giving slight adjustments to increase accuracy. You tried the combination again before your hands returned instinctively to their place blocking your face. Erwin nodded and proceeded to hold up his padded hands for another round. This went on until you hits were landing at a much faster pace. This process continued on as you cycled through four more combinations, advancing in difficulty as you went. Sweat had begun to pepper your skin from the unusual amount of exertion and your breathing became more labored as time went by. You were so focused, you didn’t notice Levi as he stepped into the ring behind you.

“Ok Erwin step out. I want to go a round with her. See what she’s really made of.” Levi said crossing the ring to stand next to the taller man. Erwin glanced down at Levi disapprovingly before you responded.

“Sure why not? As long as you’re ok with me damaging that pretty face?” you said with an innocent smile. Erwin could be shaking his head before throwing his hands up in surrender, knowing that if the trash talk had started then there would be no changing your mind. He stepped through the ropes and stood at the edge of the ring watching you carefully.

“Come on sweetheart whenever you’re ready,” Levi said with a grin before getting into position. “I’ll even let you have the first punch.” He began bouncing around you as you both assessed one another.

“Oh no ladies first,” you retorted.

“You’re saying I’m the lady here?”

“I saw that tea you ordered earlier. Pretty damn feminine to me.” Momentarily you could see his focus lapse as he tried not to grin at you insult. Might as well take him up on that offer for a first hit then. Your left hand shot out in a jab. Even distracted Levi slipped the jab by ducking to the right. Two quick blows could be felt to your left side before you could even anticipate it. Levi was up again in an instant cirlcing you once again.

No more talking was going to be occurring now that the round had started. Both of you sinking into silence as you began analyzing each other’s strikes again. Levi went for a right hook, you barely rolling your body under it before attempting a blow to his side, but he was too quick. Another blow came to your side, and it felt like something was flashing in your brain. Hazy images danced in your eyes of two men. You shook your head turning to face Levi again as another hit landed on your sternum. The images in your head grew stronger and you could feel the flashbacks beginning. Each blow seeming to be dealt out of hate and spite rather than competition. Your breathing became heavier as adrenaline kicked in and your hits became fiercer and more sporadic. A dodge of a hook lead to you landing a hard hit to the back of Levi’s ear, dangerously close to illegal territory, and before he could turn again you glanced a hit off of his neck.

Self-preservation had kicked in. No longer were you fighting Levi, but rather the two men that you had repressed and avoided for so long. More punches were aimed directly at Levi’s face. He knew the only way to reset the ring and get you out of this hectic rhythm you had initiated, was to go for a clinch. Stepping forward he leaned closer to you and at the last second opened his arms to reach around and grab you, successfully restraining your arms at your sides. His leg was brought in between yours to steady himself in case of pushback and he pressed his head to your shoulder to cover his face and pull you in closer. You felt as vice like grips coiled around you. Panic seized you and grew stronger when you felt someone press their face to your shoulder and neck, and a leg came in between yours dangerously close. Immediately you began to struggle against the constraints. Unbeknownst to you, tears had begun to fall from your eyes as you tried to fight your way out of the stronger man’s grasp. Someone could be overheard repeatedly saying “No” and it took you a moment to realize it was you. Your hands ran up and down your captors back attempting to claw at their skin, not remembering the gloves confining your hands.

“Erwin!” Levi yelled, still holding onto your writhing form. He was unsure what exactly you thought was happening, but he recognized the situation from past experiences. Letting go wasn’t an option until Erwin reached the ring because Levi was unsure of the harm you could cause to him or worse, to yourself. Due to this he gripped you harder, head tilting more towards your ear so you could hear him.

“Y/N! Calm down. Whatever you’re thinking is there isn’t real. It’s just you and me. You’re ok, you’re ok.”

Words began to penetrate the panicked haze, a voice, that didn’t match the two figures in your head, was speaking to you. Slowly, the world began to sharpen and you realized that someone was still holding you. Words meant to calm you could still be heard.

“Levi?” you questioned with a sob escaping you. Arms squeezed you tighter as a low voice responded.

“Right here Y/N. Talk to me princess, what’s going on?” His voice was gentler than you were used to, and his steady breathing against your neck was soothing.

“I can’t-, I don’t want to fight them, please don’t make me, I’ll be good just don’t let them near me,” you sobbed, finally breaking down and falling to your knees. Levi sunk down with you, still clutching at you. Pure shock covered his face as Erwin finally made it into the ring. The two men’s eyes met and Erwin just nodded gravely, confirming his suspicions that you weren’t just some childhood friend. Erwin had spoken of someone he had known who he worried about when he left. Levi had considered if it was you, but the minute your strong and brash personality came out, he dismissed the idea. He should have remembered that people other than himself were able to put up facades. One phrase that you had said had stuck with him. Why did the strong woman in front of him need to assure someone that she would be good? What had broken her down to this state causing her to be so terrified and willing to do anything to stay out of harm’s way?

Erwin kneeled down next to the pair and ran a hand up and down your shaking back. You jumped a bit before you heard Erwin’s reassuring voice.

“Let her go Levi,” Erwin instructed as Levi slowly leaned back, trying to look in your eyes, but couldn’t because you kept your head down.

“Hands,” Erwin said softly. Levi was confused for a second before he saw you hold out you gloved hands to Erwin for him to unlace you. The larger man quickly pulled the laces loose and slipped the gloves off of you. The second your hands were free you snatched them towards your chest, rapidly opening and closing your fists.

“Give them back Y/N, I know you want the wraps off too. It’s always easier if you let me do it,” Erwin reasoned with you. Levi was finally starting to realize that this wasn’t the first time this situation had occurred. Erwin was too calm seeing his closest friend break down like this, and the mannerisms were too practiced. The lack of expression in the man’s blue eyes as he unwound your hands held Levi’s attention for a moment before he looked back to you. Your sobs had quieted but you still refused to look up.

Looking up meant trouble and you knew it, so you kept your gaze down as Erwin finished unwrapping your hands. This is why you hadn’t wanted to box again. You knew that recent events would cause the flashbacks to kick in while you fought. Once the wraps had dully released your hands, you pulled them back to your chest again, holding them close. You went to lean back and hit a solid surface, causing you to jump and glance behind you. Pale skin and dark concerned grey eyes met yours. Levi, its just Levi.

Without thinking about it you leaned back further into Levi, startling him. Erwin eyed you, knowing that you were searching for non-violent human contact and Levi was the closest to you at the moment. The pale man looked at Erwin questioning what to do. A sad smile appeared on Erwin’s visage and he just nodded. Taking the cue Levi wrapped his arms around your form, pulling you in closer to him, hands running up and down your arms in a comforting motion. A silence descended over the three of you and after a minute Erwin was the one to break it.

“I think we need to have a little talk.”

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[arcadejohn127-9]

Hello! Can I request head cannons of the Brothers reacting to an Mc that just plucks out their eyes when they see something cursed or messed up? Normally humans don’t just do that but MC’s like “Welp, I don’t need my eyes anymore 😀” and just Yeet their eyes out like it’s a typical Saturday 💀

I blame magic for this - sometimes I wish I could do this just for the comedic effect, maybe I won't need glasses anymore if I give them a good polish

Did take some creative liberties but hope it's still fun for you!

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"so....this is a demon kids cartoon???"

"yeah! Satan was obessed with this show."

"silence, it was mindless watching whilst I developed." He looked embarassed, keeping his hand to his chest.

Mammon was watching the show with a grin but nervously shifted in his seat, moving an inch closer to you. The other brother's were all sitting with you, levithan was sitting between your legs on the floor gaming, belphegor was laughing at the show meanwhile his brother only half paid attention. Asmo was hugging mammons legs as he complained how overly messy and disgusting it was. Lucifer was sitting on the other side of you, going through his phone.

"this is type of stuff you'd seen in creepypasta videos - the hell is this?!"

You just stared at the screen dumbfounded and disgusted. It only got worse when a fish turned to the screen, beginning to speak but it had realistic human teeth.

"excuse me- y'all seeing this shit???? Lemme just-"

You bonked the back of your head, your eyeballs popping out. You easily caught them, doing a quick two breaths on them and gave them a good rub on your shirt. You shoved your eyes back in and rapidly blinked.

"WHAT THE FU-"

Lucifer:

He didn't know how to react

Deadass

Just stares at you

He's seen it all from all gags, to large to small

But this little human had weirdest one of them all

"Pardon me?"

"You're pardoned, what's with the staring, Luci-loo?"

"who?"

Where's this gag going?

"Your eyes....I'm guessing that's a spell Solomon taught you."

"actually I found it out myself though it said it had side effects and I'm not sure what else it's done."

He sighed, pinching his nose

"Just be careful until it wears off, if I find your eyes out of your sockets again I'll be keeping them."

His fingers jabbed at your eyes, stopping inches away and clutched his other hand

You quickly nodded with a nervous laugh

Mammon:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"

you slap your hand over his mouth but he kept screaming

"why are you screaming?!"

He removed your hand, pointing to your eyes

"you removed your eyes!!"

"yeah....? I think that was an appropriate response to that-"

"that's not normal! You're human! humans can't do that?! Can they!?"

To be fair, it wasn't normal to do that at all

But magic was real and you sure as hell was going to use it at any given moment

"it's called physical comedy, my greedy friend."

He huffed

After awhile of sitting with each other he suddenly bonked you in the head

Only to end up screaming when your eyes bursted out again and rolled on the floor

"Ah-! There's dust in my eyes!"

Levithan:

Almost threw his phone at you

He watched it happen when his screen went dark as his game was loading

Immediately spun around

"YOUR EYES-! do it again!"

He fumbled to get up his camera and pointed it at you

You just sighed with a slight laugh

"Fine~ but I can't keep this doing this, it hurts my eyes."

You bonked your head and let your eyes pop out once again, giving them a good polish before putting them back in

"ROTFLMAO!!!! You're like a cartoon character!"

He filmed the others reactions to you casually do it once again

You leaned on his head when he turned back around

"better make me famous."

Satan:

Almost caught your eyes for you

And then he processed what just happened

"That's not normal."

"of course it's not but it was a good joke, though demon cartoons ARE cursed."

You changed the channel and sat back

Satan gave your head a soft bump and watched your eyes shake

"This will come in handy..is this spell written down? I think you know exactly what I plan for this."

You both looked at each other, meeting eyes with belphegor before all three of you glanced at Lucifer

Satan nodded and you copied him

Lucifer just glared at the three of you

Sensing something was going to happen

"Can you do other things? Or is it just that?"

"I can spin my head 360, do dramatic poses mid air for awhile, my arms can stretch but it hurts and can take out my teeth like I got dentures."

"remarkable, perhaps you'll give me a presentation?"

You agreed and throughout the day you acted out different tricks to everyone's dismay

Except for Satan

Asmodeus:

As soon as your eyes are back he slaps your face out of pure fear instinct

Your head spins as if you were a cartoon character

Luckily you kept your hands over your eyes

Unsure if they would fly out or not

"Careful-! This magic is full of slapstick tricks!"

"Why would you do it in the first place??!! Have you been waiting to do this all day?!"

He looked at your head disgusted

poking your cheek with one finger to keep distance from you

"First of all, rude and second, yes - i need to be ready for anything at all times with you guys."

He hugged your waist, sinking into you

"why must you be this way, you're too cute to be having your eyes pop out!"

You patted his head

Letting him sulk as you rattled your head, fixing your eyes placement from the spinning

"There there, the magic will wear off....at some point."

Beezlebub:

"No."

You bursted out laughing

He just looked at your eyes up and down with a pointed glare

"no? No what? You're not seeing what I'm seeing?!"

"Don't do that again, you could lose one of them."

You grinned, ruffling his hair

"okay mom~ I won't pop my eyes out."

He just hummed, grasping your hand so it stayed on his hair

Soon enough the Chanel changed and Beel left to get food

You grew bored and went after him

But you both ended up colliding and your head smacked against his chest

"I told you."

You raised a brow before realizing that one of your eyes just bounced out of your sockets

You scrambled to the floor to find it worried it could get stepped on

Beel joined you in your search and soon found it, being extra careful with handling it

He gave it a small rinse and handed it back to you

"Are you okay? Want a snack to make you feel better?"

You nodded cradling your eye

Belphegor:

He grinned watching you, shuffling to look at you properly

He absolutely loved that

"Cool! Wait - if your eyes can do that then can you replicate the cartoon's?"

"spells for slapsticks and cartoon logic only, not body horror."

He pouted

It wasn't long before he started padding at your face, trying to find out what else you could do

You rolled your eyes

"Learn body horror spells."

"why? That's stuff was hella cursed, I'm not here for your sadistic amusement."

You tried to force back your snort

Belphegor grinned

"Are you sure? I'm not the one using magic on myself to be a cartoon- entertain us."

You just shoved his head, forcing him into beels lap

"learn to be polite and then I'll do it."

[ladyvesuvia]

Gorgeous Behavior

PAIRING: Diluc Ragnvindr x GN!Knight!Reader

SUMMARY: After two months of consistently visiting Angel’s Share and being curious about the owner, you finally work up the courage to approach him. [Based on Gorgeous Behavior by Marching Band]

WORDS: 0.9k (919)

WARNING(S): fluff. light mention of alcohol. friendly banter. nicknames. frenemies.

A/N: ok so this is my first time writing for genshin. might be a bit lousy cos i just started playing the game like 3 days ago n im only around ar 23 but im already crushing on diluc so who are you to judge 🤪✋🏻 i’m sorry if he’s a bit ooc

NAVIGATION || MAIN MASTERLIST

If you weren’t mistaken, this is the sixty-fourth day you’ve been to the tavern consecutively. Most of the time it’s just Charles behind the counter but on the rare occasion that the owner is present, it switches both from dull to a little less dull.

You’ve never truly spoken to him much less looked at each other in the eye but you found it entertaining to see him doing whatever it is he was doing from the corner of your eye.

You entered the tavern with a promise to finally try and talk to the man whose mere identity is intriguing out of pure interest. After all, who doesn’t like such people?

To your surprise, however, there he was.

I like him, you had thought to yourself before you went to bed last night. I promise I’ll befriend him.

But that was a dead promise, wasn’t it? Because you knew he wouldn’t be here on this day; he was always in the winery or somewhere else you didn’t know. Why was he here today?

“Screw it,” you thought to yourself in that moment, gulping as if that would do any help at all.

Yesterday and every single day before today, you always sat in the table least seen from the door but not too blind to see from the counter. This time, you sat on one of the bar stools, hopeful and . . . awkward.

“Charles, some Wolfhook Juice, please.”

“Oh, I’ll have to run out the back for that. Are you willing to wait?”

You glanced briefly at the man who you intended to approach later on. He seemed to be preoccupied with examining one Mora coin in his hand.

Clearing your throat, you turned back to Charles with a grin. “I am willer,” you joked, earning an appreciative and polite chuckle from him. Diluc didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he sure as hell did not give a damn.

A second or a half of a minute passed and you couldn’t help but not keep steady. You drummed your fingers.

Hesitant but determined, you opened your mouth to finally speak. “Funny weather, isn’t it? One minute it’s rainy and sunny the next.”

He scoffed. “I’m afraid I find nothing humorous and comedic about the weather,” he replied, shutting you up. He looked up from his coin before stuffing it into his pocket. “And I feel the same way about small talk.”

Tough blow, you remarked in your head. Now what?

“I guess I should not have used ‘funny’ to describe something so serious. Small talk is defined to have unimportant topics as the main subject but I’d say the weather shouldn’t be regarded as such since it’s affecting Monstadt tragically this past week.”

You praised yourself in your head, glad you got that out without stumbling over your words.

When he didn’t respond, you added, “The Knights of Favonius have been struggling lately, you know.”

He only blinked before scoffing. “Because of the rain? I must say, I’m disappointed but not surprised.”

“Hey, I’m one of those knights.”

“Trust me,” he said, “I can tell.”

“What’s that s’pposed to mean?”

Diluc snorted. “Anything you want it to, Knighty.”

“Are you saying I’m braggy?”

“Like I said, anything you want it to mean.”

“Oh, if there’s anyone who’s braggy, it would be you.”

Diluc laughed for the first time, and his face looked almost unrecognizable. What a brilliant sight it was, you thought. “Me? Really?” he sighed, and you responded with an eager nod. “How come?”

“How come not? You were flaunting your Mora just now.”

“I was studying it.” He pulled it out again, holding it between his slender fingers out for you to see. “And for your information, it’s an antique version of the Mora and I find it quite fascinating in contrast to that of the Knights of Favonius.”

“What an austere approach to greeting your customers!” you exclaimed as you watched him hide the coin again. “Right, you leave me no choice then. I’m going to call you . . . Taverny. No, you don’t even get to have that luxury. You’re now ‘Winey’.”

“Stating facts is far from being whiny,” he said with a steady but challenging voice. How does he do that?

“There it is,” you sighed with relief.

“I’m not being—”

Charles placed your glass in front of you and Diluc, silencing him. You thanked Charles all the while stifling a laugh at the supposed defense Diluc was about to throw.

You took one sip, setting it down right after. “Finish that sentence, Dandy Winey.”

“Where did Dandy come from?”

“From your dandelions,” you said with a smile. It must have been the juice but you could’ve sworn you caught just a little smile from him. You took another sip to conceal your growing grin. “Well, Dandy Winey, [Y/N]’s the name. How are you today?”

He didn’t shake your hand. Instead, he pulled out the coin once more, holding it out for you to take. “I’m paying a Knight of Favonius an antique Mora to stop speaking to me.”

“How dramatic,” you remarked with a light chuckle as you took the coin. “I accept but with no promise of fulfilling my part of the bargain. I reckon you’re also enjoying this conversation however cruel you pretend to be.”

He was indeed enjoying it and however courageous he was, he wouldn’t admit that just yet. At least, not today.

But that’s alright. After all, it was only the start.

[queenxxxsupreme]

Baby Steps (dad!Arthur Morgan)

A/N: I know the techniques used in this story are wrong and should not be used I.E. using a male companion goat for a foal as they can be aggressive towards the foal, but this is purely fictional so just ignore it! Max is a part of the family and he is there for comedic relief! This is not for informational use! This is entertainment only! 

Warnings: None! just fluffy! 

This is a part 2 to Unlikely Choice which is here! But it’s also sort of a part of the dad!Arthur series I’ve unintentionally started....

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The feeling of someone brushing their fingers over your hair woke you up. 

“Mornin’, pumpkin.” Arthur’s voice came from your left. He was laying on his side facing you, keeping himself occupied while you slept. 

He had been up for a while now. His struggles of sleeping had followed him from his life as an outlaw. He was lucky to get four hours some nights. 

“Mhmm.” You turned over to face him, keeping your eyes shut. You were still half asleep and you didn’t mind staying that way. 

“You goin’ back to sleep on me?” He chuckled softly, propping himself up on one elbow. 

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Morgan.”

“Well I do mind, Mrs. Morgan.” Arthur dipped his head down to kiss your forehead. “I’ve been up for a while now. Been thinkin’ about a lot. I don’t wanna think anymore. I need you to distract me.”

You sighed, opening your eyes to see him looking down at you. 

“A distraction, huh?”

“That would be appreciated.” There was a teasing glint in his blue eyes. 

“I’m sure it would.” You giggled. “What’s been goin’ through that head of yours?”

You reached up to brush his hair back. The blonde strands were getting a bit long and fell across his forehead. He’d need a haircut soon. 

“Little of this…. A lotta that.” He laid back on the bed, eyes finding the ceiling. 

You scooted as close to him as you could get and put your head on his shoulder. 

“Thinkin’ about how I’ve gotta fix the floorboards to the hayloft. They ain’t safe and I don’t want Daisy gettin’ hurt.”

“You can’t do that by yourself, can you?”

“Nah. I’ll need a couple extra hands.”

“I can help. Whatever I can’t help with, I’m sure Charles would be more than willing to come over and lend a hand.”

“Of course.” Arthur’s hand found the small of your back. “Also been thinkin’ bout a couple other odds and ends around here I gotta fix up.”

You looked up at him, sensing that there was something else, something he wasn’t saying. 

“Anything botherin’ you?” 

“Nothin’ you gotta worry about, pumpkin.” Arthur shook his head. 

“Well I’ll worry more if you don’t tell me.” 

Arthur was quiet for a few moments, lips pressed together in a firm line. 

You sat up and leaned back on one hand. You placed your hand over his heart, brows drawing together. He put his hand on yours, giving you a little squeeze. 

“I don’t want to have to worry so much about you both.” His voice was quiet. “This is our home. Don’t like feeling like we aren’t safe.”

“You’re still thinking about Micah, aren’t you?”

He sat up against the headboard. 

“Arthur, last we heard he was in Reno. We don’t gotta worry about him until we hear he’s closer.”

“I don’t want him any closer than Reno. Last we heard that was a few months ago.”

You looked down at the blanket that covered your legs. You smoothed out the material.

“Just…. Just want to be able to raise Daisy and any others we might have without him loomin’ over my head.” Arthur ran his hand over his face. 

“You want more?” You asked, your voice quiet as your eyes flickered up to meet his.

“Well…. I think it would be nice to try for one more, if you want. Only if you want.”

You moved around to straddle his thighs. 

“Daisy’s just…. She’s a dream, pumpkin.” Arthur placed his hands on your hips. “Still is. Sweet girl.”

“She’s definitely daddy’s girl.”

He smiled proudly. 

“Hey, maybe we could have a boy?” He suggested, blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “Even it out a little. One for you, one for me. I think it’d be nice.”

“Sure would be nice, but we don’t get to pick.”

“I know.” He nodded. His thumb on your hip began to trace circles in the material of your chemise. “Whatever we’d have, I’d love ‘em the same. Another girl would be cute too.”

“You’re adorable.” You leaned in to kiss his lips but just before you could kiss him, there was a knock on the door. 

“Mommy? Daddy?”

Arthur let out a soft sigh, moving his hands from your hips so that you could remove yourself from his lap. You settled on the bed next to him, leaning against his shoulder.

“Come on in, sweetpea.” 

The door opened and Daisy walked in. Carson slipped past her, jumping up onto the bed. Arthur gave him a pat on the shoulder. 

“Good boy, Carson.”

“Good morning, sleepy head.” You greeted Daisy with a smile. “It’s a little early for you to be up, hon.”

“I want to go out to the barn.” She climbed up onto the bed and clambered across your legs. 

“Oh, I reckon it’s far too early to go to the barn.” Arthur teased her. 

“Nuh-uh! You and Papa Hosea are always up early and outside in the barn!”

“What are you so eager to go out to the barn for anyways?” He brushed a few pieces of her hair back behind her ear.

“I wanna see my horse.” She admitted bashfully. 

Ohhh. I see.” Arthur nodded. “Well, why don’t you give me and momma here a few minutes to get out of bed and get dressed. Is Papa Hosea up?”

“Yeah he is. He’s out on the porch.”

“Go on out there with him. Have him take you to the barn while I get up.”

“Okay, daddy!”

Daisy was off of the bed and dashing out of the door in the blink of an eye. Carson was right behind her, eager to start the day. 

“Today is a busy day, Arthur Morgan.” You patted his thigh before getting out of bed. “John and Abigail should be here with the kids before noon. I was thinkin’ of invitin’ Charles and Lucy over too.”

“Of course.” Arthur nodded his head. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his face. “Hey, pumpkin?”

“Yes, my love?” You turned to look at him. 

“You know I love you, don’t ya?”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips. 

“I know. You gave me a baby girl and this beautiful house.” You moved around the bed to stand between his legs. “Love you too, you know.” Your arms slipped around his neck. His hands brushed along your thighs as he smiled up at you.

“Wouldn’t have her without you.” He leaned forward to kiss your stomach. 

“You’re feelin’ awfully sweet this morning.” You brushed your fingers through his hair. “Anything else on your mind, cowboy?”

“Just my girls.”

***

Arthur kept his hand on the small of your back as he walked you out to the barn. 

“Hey, you think we should get Hosea a mule when Silver Dollar finally croaks?” He teased as he pushed the barn door open with his shoulder. 

“Don’t you be talkin’ crass about my horse, Arthur Morgan.” Hosea spoke from where he sat in the barn. He was on a stool outside of the stall Daisy’s horse was in. Daisy was on her knees at the bottom of the stall reaching through the bottom of the fence so she could pet the foal. 

“I didn’t expect you to hear me, old man.” 

“Silver Dollar’s outlived a lotta things.” You looked over to Arthur, giving him a little smile. “Doubt he’s gonna go anytime soon.”

“When he does, I’m not gettin’ another horse.” Hosea shook his head. Almost as if happy about his owner’s statement, the Turkoman at the end stall whinnied and stuck his head over the stall door. 

“Then how the hell are you gonna get around?” Arthur moved to greet Silver Dollar. “Hey, boy.”

“I’ll figure it out when the time comes. But you know what I am gonna do? I’m gonna invest in sheep.”

“Sheep?” Arthur repeated. “Don’t we go enough of those?”

While they carried on their conversation, you moved towards Daisy. 

“Have you picked out a name yet, Daisy?”

“Haven’t thought of one.” She frowned, rubbing along the filly’s back. 

“Come on. Let’s go in and keep her company.” You opened up the stall and walked in. 

Daisy followed behind you, sitting down in the straw beside the filly. 

“Well, does she like anything? Any treats you give her?”

“She likes the carrot pieces we gave her last night.”

“Really liked them.” Arthur leaned over the stall, folding his arms along the top as he looked down at you both. “Carrot’s a cute name, ain’t it sweetpea?”

“It’s a silly name.”

“Yeah. But hey, it’d fit right in with what I call you and momma.” He chuckled. “Sweetpea, pumpkin, and Carrot.”

“You’re silly!”

“What names do you like, Daisy?” You asked her, reaching out to pull a piece of straw from her hair. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Well what name do you got in your head, silly?” Arthur reached down to ruffle her hair. 

Daisy giggled again, reaching up to grab his hand. 

“In that storybook momma read me the other night, there was a girl named Piper in it.” 

“Piper, huh? Piper is a neat name.” 

“I like that name.” You looked down at the filly and rubbed her nose. “I think she’s a pretty girl.” 

“You think she could be a Piper?” Daisy asked. 

“Oh, definitely. Don’t you think the same, daddy?” You looked up at Arthur. 

“Piper suits her well.” 

“Now only if we could get the damn thing to walk.” Hosea muttered from his seat. Arthur sent him a glare. 

“Why do you think she won’t walk, papa?” Daisy looked over to him, a frown etched on to her lips. 

You looked up at Arthur, who rubbed his eyes. 

“It’s hard to tell, honey.” Hosea rubbed his neck. “But she looks like a strong one. I’m sure she’ll be walking in no time.”

“Can we make her walk?” Daisy’s eyes found you. 

You opened your mouth to answer but found that you didn’t know the right thing to say. You looked up at Arthur. 

“Yeah, sweetpea. Let’s give it a try now. She ate well last night. Should have some energy in her.” Arthur pulled open the stall door. “You go stand out with papa, Daisy.” 

“Okay, daddy.” 

Daisy moved out of the stall and instead peered through the fencing. 

“You wanna give me a hand, pumpkin?” He held his hand out for you. 

“Of course. Just tell me what you need me to do.” 

Arthur pulled you to your feet and brushed off your skirt. 

“You know how we had that calf a few winters ago that wouldn’t listen to me but loved you? Try to encourage her to get up.”

“You think she’ll listen to me?”

“It’s worth a try.” 

“Has she stood up at all?” 

“No.”

“Thought you would’ve learned by now not to trust greasy conmen, Arthur.” 

“Shut up, Hosea.” Arthur muttered. 

You took a piece of apple from the bowl Arthur brought into the barn and knelt down in front of Piper. You put the apple piece in front of her nose, letting her get a little nibble of the treat before pulling it away. 

She tried to follow you by stretching her neck but that only got her so far. 

“Come on, girl.” Arthur encouraged, giving her flank a little pat. “Gotta get up.” 

She lifted herself up on to her front hooves as if she wanted to stand but that was where she stopped. 

“Good girl.” You rubbed her head and let her nibble on the apple a little more. “Sweet Piper. Just a little more, sweetie.” 

“Come on, Piper!” Daisy anxiously spoke from outside of the stall. 

Piper looked like she was ready to stand up, but at the last second she seemed to give up and her front legs buckled. She fell back to the ground, whinnying and flicking her ears. 

You stood up, putting your hands on your hips. Arthur watched you from where he was knelt down behind Piper. 

“Whatcha thinkin’ bout, pumpkin?”

“Max.” 

“Oh no.” Arthur stood up, shaking his head. “That goat is not teachin’ this horse any bad habits.”

“He won’t teach her nothin’ but maybe to walk.” 

***

Max was a Saanen goat that you kept on the farm with a handful of other goats. 

Max was a handful to deal with. He was mischievous and liked to stir up trouble wherever he could. His favorite activity to do was harass your husband. Max was sweet and nice to you and Daisy. He just didn’t like many people. 

Max followed you to the barn, bleating loudly for attention. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Arthur muttered, blue eyes carefully watching Max as he trotted through the barn. 

“Just trust me.” You put your hand on his arm as you opened the door to Piper’s stall. 

Curious, Max followed you into the stall. Once he saw Arthur was in there, he bleated and scratched his front hoof against the floor. 

But then Piper let out a high pitched whinny, catching Max’s attention. The goat’s ears perked up and he redirected himself towards the foal. He bleated, sniffing curiously at Piper’s leg, and then he bounced around and dug his head at her flank. 

“What’s he doing?” Daisy asked. 

“I think he’s trying to get her to play with him.” Hosea rubbed Daisy’s shoulder. 

Piper placed her front hooves on the ground and whinnied once more. Max bleated. 

With bated breath, you watched as Piper stood up on shaky long legs. Daisy almost clapped her hands but Hosea stopped her, not wanting to spook the animals. 

Max sniffed Piper and then took off out of the stall. 

Piper watched him leave, ears perked up as she listened. 

“Well. That could’ve gone worse.” Arthur said. 

“She’s standing up!” Daisy exclaimed. 

Piper moved around a little, her knees shaking as she explored her stall. 

“When can I start to work with her? Like you did with Poncho?” Daisy’s question was directed to Arthur. 

“Baby steps, sweetpea. We can’t work her too hard.”

But daddy-!”

“Daisy.” You cut her off, keeping your voice gentle. “Don’t raise your voice at him.”

She frowned, looking down at her hands. 

“Maybe in a week or two, sweetpea. Gotta make sure Piper’s good on her feet.” Arthur patted the foal’s flank. 

The filly whinnied, then dipped her nose into the bucket of water in the corner of her stall. 

“I’m gonna go start breakfast.”  You told Arthur. 

“I reckon I’ll go down and see if Charles is up. See if he ain’t too busy and wants to give me a hand with the hayloft.”

“Okay. Be safe.” You leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you gently and chastly, placing his hand on your side. 

“I’ll let you know before I leave.” 

You nodded and turned to exit the barn. 

Arthur watched you leave, then his eyes flickered down to Daisy. 

“Daddy? You think I can take her out to the pasture? Maybe she wants to get some sun.” 

“Yeah, sweetpea. You can go out there with her. S’long as you’re careful and don’t get behind her when she’s standin’.” 

“I’ll go out and watch her.” Hosea offered, moving away from the stall. “Let you get some work done. Make yourself useful.”

“So you get to sit on your ass while I do all the hard work?” 

“Precisely.” Hosea chucked. 

Arthur shook his head, a grin pulling at his lips.

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