#and when i accidentally choose the dad answer i get the same sense of fear you get when theres a rhythmic unidentified clicking in your room

[erisolkat]

i feel bad for dad cause mom and i gang up on him more often than not but also if he could stop being incorrect then maybe i would agree with him every once in a while

[iocaisaint]

Random things I'd change in ACOSF

Feeling particularly hateful, don't wanna see it move along

There's actually too many things to fix in canon!Nessian so it's not getting page time actually.

Figure out what Nesta's powers actually are/have 'Lady Death' actually mean something (in my mind she would be able to make things come to bring things back from edge of death, commune with the dead, kill people/parts of people like she can make a hand rot, summon the death trove etc.)

On that note instead of the imprisonment rehabilitation being about drinking /fucking have Nesta hurt someone accidentally (we know she was basically an atomic bomb levels of power AND was using alcohol to drown out powers it would make more sense)

She sequesters herself in Windhaven with Az (who's spending as much time as he can with mom post-war), the IC chooses not to be filthy hypocrites and listens to her when she doesn't want to be around Cassian

She meets Gwyn working in the library trying to figure out her powers. Gwyn storyline is mostly the same, only Gwyn has more of a desire to leave the library but hasn't reached the point in which she can. After their initial meeting Nesta starts helping Gwyn with her work.

Now Emerie! It's time to give my sister a storyline. So, one day when Nesta is out and about she finds Emerie like half-bleeding to death (in this version Nesta isn't in prison rehab so she can leave whenever she wants)

She helps her but Em is like tight lipped as hell as to what happened to her. We find out that Em basically runs an underground railroad type of situation where she takes Illyrian women and children from abusive homes to the more "progressive" camps; when Nesta found her her group had been intercepted and she chose to stay behind. Idk how old Em is but she's been doing this ever since her mother died at the hands of her Dad. I can't think of a better name so let's call them The Dropoffs™

Em and Az DO NOT get along in the beginning. His general feelings towards Illyria Vs her feelings towards the current leadership being functionally useless (she's right)

Em begrudgingly starts training with Az because he is the best and she wants to get better so that she can hold her own during The Dropoffs™ . Az also respects what Em is doing. Nesta doesn't train but offers moral support out 1. Fear 2. She doesn't want to

Nesta off-handedly mentions this to Gwyn, who asks whether she can join (same reason as in canon it would be something that Catrin would do. Nesta asks Az, he's like sure 🤷🏾. So slowly The Valkyries™ are born

Gwyn and Em butt heads initially because of the library. Emerie rightfully questions why she's risking her life when there's a sanctuary for this shit in her home that isn't offered to Illyrians

We find out that Beron & Briallyn are working with Koschei (we don't know the exact terms of the deal and won't find out until the next book)

Have Eris train her (I already know SJM gonna drag the shit out of Beron's death) he needs someone to kill his father, she needs someone who understands her powers.

This will include a side trip to GOT s3 known as the Autumn Court, we get Nesta being the courtier she was supposed to be, we get out of NC and we get Beron dead everybody wins!

We get some questions answered Mor, Jesminda etc.

Nesta & Eris kill Beron after much, much scheming and close calls. HL of Autumn Eris

While this is happening Az is whooping Gwyn and Em into shape decides to be dumb like in canon and show them off to the Illyria men. They get kidnapped for the blood rite.

Nesta is like absolutely not and goes to get them outta there.

She finds them with the bracelets, they've managed to climb Ramiel but Emerie is fucked up between having to basically carry Gwyn there and injuries they sustained along the way.

Nesta tells the Cauldron to go fuck itself in this version, has her one on one with the Mother and basically begs her to heal Emerie. The Mother does and everything including Emerie's wings are healed.

Sprinkled in for necessary character development Nesta coming to terms with her dad dying (we're sticking to the pre-acofas canon of her hating the man so she has actually complex feelings, also her feelings towards Feyre AND Elain, being turned into something she never wanted, her being really good at being courtier but also hating that she relishes in what her mother trained her in)

Also Modest Nesta in!

Lastly, Feyre is rightfully terrified cause her sister just came from murdering the oldest high lord to the blood rite, Nesta apologises for the cabin and also explains why she doesn't want to visit her dad's grave, she tells Feyre she loves her) AND SCENE

If I had to do a romance it would probably be Neris OR Nesta/Emerie cause why not

The only storyline I hate more than Nessian was Feyre's pregnancy so off-page Rhys got over himself called Tamlin and had him shift Nyx's wings so he could be delivered safely and then shifted Feyre's womb afterwards. A hard but ultimately peaceful delivery thank you!

[christinesficrecs]

Any Sterek fics where Stiles is also a werewolf?

There are more fics in the tag.

Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms (I Cannot Rest) by EvanesDust, flymeofftoneverland | 16.3K | Explicit

It’s been two years since Derek returned and, so far, he’s kept his promise. He's never left again. But, as far as Stiles is concerned, he might as well have never come back.

It Was a Wednesday by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 80.1K | Mature

“What happened? Where are you? What’s that sound?”

Derek jumped, having momentarily forgotten Scott was on the phone with him because Stiles had started moving. He’d stalked over to the other side of the cave, still eying Derek warily and growling, then settled protectively over a mass of clothes, leaves and animal innards. It was probably where he was sleeping.

Lovely. No wonder he smelled like death.

“Stiles,” Derek said, answering Scott’s question. Or, one of them, at least.

running with the wind by  thepsychicclam | 15.4K

Derek’s been running and hopes he can find sanctuary in the Stilinski Pack’s territory. The Alpha isn’t the strong sheriff he thought he was, but a sarcastic awkward teenager that Derek finds he kinda hates.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed | 44K

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don’t mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren’t exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he’d always wanted.

Welcome to the Pack, Omega by  alisvolatpropiis | 4.7K

“Derek Hale is a wandering Omega looking for a pack to call his own. When he comes into Beacon Hills, he’s intercepted by the local pack. They take him to their Alpha who Derek is expecting to be an older werewolf. What he’s not expecting is for this kid that can’t be more than 20, with the smirk playing about his kissable looking lips, to be the Alpha. Needless to say, they don’t exactly get off on the right foot. But, Derek thinks later that night, he could easily find his home in Beacon Hills with Stiles Stilinski and his pack.”

hold my hand (it’s a long way down) by  Chosenfire | 3.5K

Derek has no intention of ever going back to Beacon Hills, but a call from Scott changes that. When he gets there, Derek finds something unexpected.

The Alpha to My Alpha by  CupcakeGirlA | 10.7K

“Derek will kill you. He’ll tear you limb from limb!” Stiles says, scrambling away from him. The Alpha ambles closer.

“No, I don’t think he will,” the Alpha says. “I mean aside from killing a couple of hikers in his territory and doing him this favor, I haven’t really done anything to Hale. Once I’m gone he’ll probably be happy with the gift I’ve left for him.”

Throw Me to the Wolves by  skoosiepants | 13.4K

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

This is Not (In Fact) Okay by  rileywrites | 3K

Derek and Stiles end up partnered for a project, and Derek contents himself with being a part of Stiles’ life. For a while.

Regarding the Epigenetic Effects of Kissing Werewolves by Unloyal_Olio | 33.8K | Explicit

Stiles’s mom had tried to tell him before she died. He should have listened.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine | 54K

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.

Pale Horses by Jana_C | 56K | Explicit

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

Choice by Omni | 8.6K

Derek knows what it feels like to not really have a choice, what it’s like to be manipulated. He’d never take away someone’s right to choose freely. The fear of even accidentally doing so is enough to hold him back from acting on his own feelings.

Stiles has never had a problem making his own choices, and fuck anyone who would try to tell him he can’t.

best case scenario by verity | 13.1K

The fourth time Stiles breaks the fridge, Dad is less sympathetic. “Stiles,” he says as Stiles holds the door steady for him to screw it back onto the chassis—there’s new hardware involved this time, and not a little duct tape— “I thought this werewolf thing was going to help.”

“Yeah, with the dementia,” Stiles says.

Trust Fall by Stoney | 144.2K | Explicit

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.

Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.

Entelechy by the_deep_magic | 7.2K | Explicit

entelechy (n): a realization or actuality as opposed to a potentiality

Unbroken by Piscaria | 43.4K

When Stiles starts getting sick, he assumes his appetite loss and lethargy stem from the darkness the Nemeton left in his heart. But soon enough, even he can’t deny that he’s showing the same symptoms his mom had. When he’s forced to face the truth about his illness, Stiles finds himself making a choice he never thought he’d make.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 66.2K

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Ukochany by VincentMeoblinn | 34.1K

Derek comes home to find a mail order husband and two amused betas waiting for him. When he realizes their prank was far from harmless he ends up saddled with a husband who barely speaks English but insists Derek is the love of his life. He’s also determined to win him over.

[onmyyan]

Hi its me again. I love your writing and the fact that there isn't as much abuse like there is in others. It reminds me of old yandere stories were it was genuine lovesickness. Anyway, how do you think jjba yanderes would react to a darling that is taller and more muscular than them by quite a bit. You can do whoever you like I don't mind.

A/N: Omg ily🥺 it means a lot you said all that because I really love this genre it’s my comfort trope anyway thank you for the request n I hope ya like it!! Kira should be a trigger warning in an of itself but dw he’s just weird, not mean. Mentions of his past ‘girlfriends’, a curse word or two, lil suggestive in someplace’s Mista murks a few people, tw//gun violence

Characters: Pt2 Joseph, Josuke, Kira, Mista

Joseph was used to looking down on people, standing at a proud 6’5” he was literally and figuratively knocked on his ass when he’d first laid eyes on you, his immediate thought was you were a forgotten pillarman coming from nowhere to get revenge for your masters only to quickly realize you were just a stallion. You were strong enough to put him on his back after one too many cheeky comments. Unafraid to speak your mind and keep him in check, You would stare down at him with that mind melting smirk, all too aware of his frustrations, you assumed he was just being a man, ashamed to be outclassed by someone other than himself, oh honey how wrong you were. You enjoyed teasing the behemoth of a man as no one else really could, at least not as well as you did, throughout your little jabs and snark he always had a retort, a response on the tip of his tongue, eager to do this dance of yours until one of you broke, to you he was a way too cocky dangerously self assured pretty boy who was entertainingly easy to rile up, but to Joseph, you were his everything. Someone he could proudly take home to Granny Erina once he’d finally tamed you. He had a plan, a three step plan to steal your heart just as you’d done his, and this little game of who could annoy the other the most was just step 1. “It’s been fun JoJo but you’re gonna have to find someone else to bother.” You’d jokingly said one day out of the blue, an odd friendship had formed through the month you’d been in town and it felt wrong to leave without notice, an act of kindness you’d learn to regret. “Is this one of your famous jokes (Y/n)? Not so funny to play with a mans heart like that I nearly believed you.” He finished with a scoff, his signature smirk not reaching his eyes. “It’s true Joseph, my flight leaves tomorrow, I didn’t wanna leave without saying goodbye, because as much as we fuck around you’re pretty fun to hang out with.” Your sincerity almost made him feel bad about rushing the next few steps of his plan, he’d have to cram months of planning into a night but he’d accomplished more with less time on his side. He huffed, his grin stretched wide across his handsome features. “Then we outta make tonight count eh?” A thick arm was tossed around your neck, you had to bend awkwardly for this to be possible much to your amusement. “Okay you weirdo, whatever you say.” You let him lead you around town with a grin, unaware you’d be missing that plane, and any other one you tried to take without him.

Josuke watched you eat with the dopiest grin on his face, he’d spent an extra hour in the mirror this morning in preparation for your first official date! Well you didn’t exactly know it it was a date and Okayasu was eating rather messily beside you two but still! You’d actually agreed to come to Toni’s with him! You’d been an enigma since you transferred to the bizarre town, choosing to keep to yourself, and despite the intimidating height and mass you possessed, he saw through your act in seconds. There was a huge softie under all that muscle, he’d watched you enough to know this as a fact, you were a gem and he was intent on showing you his appreciation and adoration for the rest of his days, a vow he’d silently taken the day you’d stolen his heart, the moment was brief in reality but it lasted forever in his mind, you smiled at him in passing, he could feel time slow down, everyone around you faded in the background, a backdrop to the beginning of your story. He could imagine telling your kids how you’d met, something about the way you’d stare down at him, eyes sharp and attentive, like you truly listened when people spoke, your laugh was loud when it was real and every time he heard it he felt 10 years added to his lifespan. At the same time that icky feeling at another person making you laugh was conflicting, he’d never been in love before but he suddenly understood why his mom had never given up on his dad, love was weird but he wouldn’t give it up for anything. You’d accidentally snapped your chopsticks laughing too hard at a joke he’d tossed out, your face scrunched in embarrassment before chuckling at yourself and switching to a fork, his stand came out on its own, pocketing the shards to fix later, a new item for his ever growing collection, what a cute little memento from your first date! His thoughts swirled happily with the stories you’d be telling your kids. Thankfully neither of you noticed his little pickpocket moment, dangerous plans forming as he stared at you with those misleadingly soft puppy dog eyes.

Kira could die in this moment, happily I might add, as your firm but soft hand was wrapped oh so deliciously around his throat threatening to crush it with ease at the slightest movement. He’d been watching you for a while now, the longest he’d ever spent on someone he didn’t plan to kill, it become sort of hobby he’d picked up recently, the morally upsetting activity bringing peace to his day to day, usually he used his stand to carefully observe your routine, eager to learn all he could about his future spouses likes and desires, but he was getting greedy. Of course he could always introduce himself but he resisted, knowing there was a time and place to get exactly what he wanted. He liked to think he knew everything about you by now, your favorite color, how you liked your coffee, your love for cats, but he didn’t anticipate this. You were much more observant than he’d given you credit for, while you couldn’t see his stand you could sense yourself being watched, and seeing the large blonde lurking indiscriminately in the crowds throughout the day was enough to set you off. So you trailed off into the less crowded parts of town quickly entering an alleyway, he followed in pure confusion only to be roughly slammed into the wall, his stand came out on reflex but simply stared at his attacker, it seemed almost confused as what to do. “Why the hell are you following me pretty boy?” His eyes rolled to the back of his head at the feel of your fingers tightening, god he’d never felt this rush of exhilaration, none of his past ‘girlfriends’ could pull such an illicit reaction from him with a simple touch. When he didn’t answer you simply scoffed and tossed him aside like it was nothing. You left with a threat to stay out of your sight, yet all he could do was smile, the faint imprint of your fingers burned in his skin deliciously, how lucky could one man get?

Mista observed you with hungry eyes. His stare was unapologetically locked on your form. He made no intention to hide his attraction for you. The day you’d joined Buccarati’s crew was the day his world flipped. He assumed his new teammate would be no one to fuck with based on what Bruno told him about your stand, but when you walked in? Needing to bend down slightly just to enter the doorway had him sweating in his seat. He didn’t know what to say as he watched you happily interact with his fellow teammates, immediately you blended with the group, but all that was running through his mind were all the fun things you could do with those muscles. He usually stayed silent around you, not out of dislike as one would assume from his piercing gaze, but fear of accidentally voicing one of those nasty thoughts kept him quiet. You didn’t seem to mind though, always including him in the conversation, you even understood his very valid fear of that dreaded number! How could god plop such a perfect person in his lap and expect him to not do anything about it? Alas, Bruno had specifically told them not to make you uncomfortable with any flirting so he bit his tongue. Your aura was calming, a contrast to your powerful stand, speaking of, he couldn’t get his under control. Whenever they could Sex Pistols was out and all over you. They climbed and clamored for your attention, thankfully you didn’t seem to mind, always entertained their antics when you could, even giving each one a small peck when they wouldn’t let you leave for a mission without Mista, to say he was done for was an understatement, it took one mission going foul for his resistance to snap. His stand moved faster than it ever had, piercing the skulls of the idiots who brought you pain. He left the last one slowly bleeding out kneeling down to wipe the matted hair from your forehead, “You okay baby? Don’t worry honey I’ll make the bastard hurt.” He spoke not breaking eye contact, his hand pointed behind him, grip steady as he unloaded in the poor fool who thought it was a good idea to make you bleed, the wound was small, not even deep enough to trouble Giorno but that didn’t matter to Guido, any slight against you was disrespecting the future parent of his children, and what kind of man would he be if he didn’t defend your honor?

[ibijau]

ok, for jc/jzx: “not if i kill him first”

Jiang Cheng flops on the sofa with in irritated grunt, immediately laying his feet on Jin Zixuan's lap.

Jin Zixuan hates when he does that. Jiang Cheng knows it and normally avoids it, although it is something he often does with his siblings. Although highly unpleasant, Jin Zixuan tries to tolerate it when it happens, on the principle that if Jiang Cheng is forgetting, it is because he is preoccupied with something more important.

“I'm going to kill him,” Jiang Cheng announces, crossing his arms on his chest.

There's no need to ask who 'him' might be. Plenty of people can piss off Jiang Cheng, but there's only one who can really get him in that state.

“Not if I kill him first,” Jin Zixuan generously offers. “What did Wei Wuxian do this time?”

Jiang Cheng grunts again and rolls his eyes.

“Hm. Same old thing?” Jin Zixuan guesses.

“Even jiejie has let it go!” Jiang Cheng explodes, nearly kicking his boyfriend in the stomach as he sits up. “Everyone has fucking moved on but not him! Not Wei Wuxian! No, he gets to fuck up as many times as he likes and it's fine, but I mess up once, just once...”

“I messed up, not you,” Jin Zixuan protests. “I'm the one who went to that party and kissed a stranger even though I had a girlfriend.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Wei Wuxian!”

Jin Zixuan crinkles his nose at the thought. The less he speaks with Wei Wuxian, the better, and not just because of this little game of musical chairs Jin Zixuan accidentally played with the Jiang siblings. He's always hated Wei Wuxian, first for being so open about his preferences when Jin Zixuan had to hide for fear of his father's reaction, then for being top of their class even though he never puts any damn effort into anything and constantly antagonises the teachers, and now... now he hates him for how much his disapproval hurts Jiang Cheng.

If it were just up to Jin Zixuan, they simply wouldn't talk to Wei Wuxian anymore. It worked with his own father after all. Jin Guangshang threatened him to choose between Jiang Cheng and the rest of his family when he discovered they were a couple. It's been two years. Jin Zixuan might as well have died for all they know, since he's happily cut ties with all of them. He just gets texts from his mother on important dates. He never answers them.

But Jiang Cheng isn't him. Although their parents' situations aren't so different, Jiang Cheng didn't face it alone. For Jiang Cheng, siblings aren't a distant concept, they are a reality, the very reason he survived in a fractured home. Jin Zixuan doesn't really get it because he's never met any of his half siblings, but he understands that this is important for Jiang Cheng, that he needs his family.

“I'll talk to Lan Wangji instead,” Jin Zixuan sighs. “He's more reasonable and he might knock some sense into his idiot of a boyfriend.”

It is Jiang Cheng's turn to grimace. He doesn't like Lan Wangji, which never ceases to puzzle Jin Zixuan because, really, how can anyone dislike Lan Wangji? He's calm, polite, hard working, and always well dressed. Lan Wangji's only defect, as far as Jin Zixuan is concerned, is his relationship with Wei Wuxian, but nobody is perfect.

“I just want one family reunion that doesn't end up in a fucking argument,” Jiang Cheng groans, flopping down on the sofa again, but this time with his head on Jin Zixuan's lap. Much more acceptable.

“Get a new family then,” Jin Zixuan suggests, carding his fingers in his boyfriend's hair, only for Jiang Cheng to instantly relax.

“Can't, I want to keep jiejie. Do you think I can get her in the divorce? Wei Wuxian can have my dad if he likes.”

“Who gets your mother?”

“Yours, I guess. She's the only person I've ever heard her say anything good about.”

Jin Zixuan huffs, trying to contain his laughter, and bends over to kiss Jiang Cheng on the forehead. Immediately his boyfriend throws his arms around his neck, trapping him and demanding a proper kiss instead, to which Jin Zixuan easily complies even if the position is anything but comfortable. For Jiang Cheng's sake, Jin Zixuan will deal with many uncomfortable things. Even, on occasion, Wei Wuxian.

Jiang Cheng, after all, is the best thing that has ever happened to him.

[albatris]

Hello hope you're well on this Saturday may I ask what the deepest fears of each of the ATDAO cast members is, thank you and goodnight

oh you’re just gonna dive right in with the hard-hitting questions I see

thank you for the ask!!

under the cut because rambles, of course, I literally do not know how to be concise I’m so sorry, you probably already knew this was coming HAHAHA

Tris’s deepest fear aside from Literally Everything In The Universe would be uhhhhh....... being somehow responsible for harm coming to the people he cares about? either directly or indirectly. I think on a big scale the whole concept of the butterfly effect stresses him out hahaha. on a small scale, he spends a lot of time stressing about his friends and family, he has a lot of intrusive thoughts about what horrible things could potentially happen to them, he worries about accidentally hurting them, etc. etc.

n I haven’t really talked in depth all that much about the specifics of Tris’s psychosis, but there’s definitely aspects of it that become pretty intense and aggressive in terms of commands and orders and “some terrible and/or violent thing will happen to your friend / sister / neighbour if you don’t do this thing”, lots of prickly parts of it that like to make threats to his safety and the safety of the people around him if he attempts to ignore or resist them. so even on good days he’s got this constant background-hum anxiety that if he chooses to disobey something or if he misinterprets a sign or if he steps out of line, his loved ones are going to be punished for it, which is just.............. a lot

a fear of helplessness and a lack of control also factors into it, like, ever since he was very very very small he’s had this idea ingrained that you can do literally everything right and the universe can still squash you like a bug at any second, n he had absolutely no way to even begin processing that in a healthy way so it just manifested in the fact that he pretty much only ever feels safe when he’s accounted for every tiny detail and is following very specific routines and has left as little room as possible for anything unexpected to catch him off guard. he’s got these rules and systems and rituals he clings to ‘cause they offer him some illusion of safety and control even though they kind of........ won’t actually do anything to stop the universe fucking his shit up

Noa’s is................. I’m not sure if “being left behind” really covers it

if we’re talking in a real broad big scale sense, I think it’s a fear of being forgotten or brushed over or not being seen, or more, people refusing to see her? it’s a fear of, like, fighting her hardest to make noise and be seen and the world just completely and utterly turning its back on her. she’s spent a whole lot of her life trying to carve out a space for herself and make her voice heard, n between illness and financial difficulties and a piece of shit dad, she and her mum have struggled to stay afloat in systems that have just consistently, consistently failed them and whose best advice is “just try harder” and “we can’t help you if you don’t help yourself”

and, like, Noa’s very full of rage about it and has made some restless peace with the fact that she has to look out for herself and the people she cares about, because no one in any position of power is gonna throw them a stick, but it’s not something she’s comfortable with and it’s a horribly alienating and frightening experience

n I guess a fear of being left behind does play out on an interpersonal level too, though it’s not really in the same vein as the other stuff? I’ve talked a lot in the past about how she’s resistant to people getting close to her ‘cause she’s got a lot of paranoia and fear and doesn’t wanna be vulnerable, but there’s also just............ a whole lot of impostor syndrome in the friendships she already has, she’s always on some level convinced that she’s somehow tricked people into liking her and one day they’re gonna wake up and realise she’s not all that special or that nice or that fun to be around. I don’t think she really views herself as someone who’s allowed to be loved just for who she is, or that “who she is” is someone who already has value or anything to bring to the table in terms of friendship

Shara’s deepest fear is the idea that there really is Absolutely No Meaning To Any Of This

that the universe is all just chaos with no purpose and no direction, that there are no bigger forces at play, that there’s nothing good and right and loving at the centre of it all, that it’s all just chance and machinery and completely unfeeling

I think one of the main ways she processes the world and is able to feel safe given the collapsing nature of reality is her desperate and adamant belief that There Has To Be An Answer, that it’s all something that can be untangled and solved, and that if she can manage to figure it out then she’ll be able to make some peace with it and things will make sense again

there’s a lot of stuff from her past that she has no real closure for, particularly the loss of one of her close childhood friends as a result of some unfortunate interdimensional fuckery, and she’s still trying to sort out her feelings about it and find a way to live her life in relation to it, she’s still trying to find a way that something so cruel can make sense

Kai has............................ a lot of fear. many many fear. I will not talk about all of it. I will talk about two of it

one of the main ones is this idea that the only reason they try so hard to care so much and help people and have a positive impact on the people around them is because deep down they don’t actually care at all, that they’ve kind of just fooled everyone into thinking they’re a good person when in reality they’re the worst, they’re a liar and a fraud

which is just kind of......... I mean, they’re not really someone who’s ever considered their own mental health at length so they haven’t really got any point of reference for what’s happening to them post-time-loop, which is basically just. panic attacks, dissociative episodes, blacking out for days at a time, not recognising themself in the mirror, feeling completely numb, not even fully convinced that this is even real life. all very understandable reactions to what they’ve just been through

but definitely the thing that hits them the hardest is the fact that they can look at the people they’re supposed to love and care about and just not feel anything at all, which fuckin terrifies them. they spend a lot of time in crisis about it, feeling like they’re an actor trying to play the part of their own life, they’re doing what they think they’re supposed to but they’re just completely disconnected

(they eventually open up to Noa about it in a full breakdown and are like “I’m a terrible person” and she’s just like “you’re traumatised you fucking dumbass let’s get you some therapy”)

and on equal footing to this and one that deserves a mention is the fact that they’ve been psyching themself up to Go Back Home for the past year and then psyching themself out again, repeat x infinity. A Lot Fucking Changed in the years Kai was gone, and their family had a funeral for them and mourned them and had to deal with all the grief and the fallout of losing their sibling / child / family member and their mum broke down in a real bad way and they’ve all spent the past seven years trying to claw their way back to anything resembling a normal life

and Kai is kinda A) unsure whether it would be selfish of them to try and re-enter their lives now, whether it would be disruptive and confusing and more pain than it’s worth given how much work they’ve put into trying to move on and create a new normal and B) fucking terrified that they won’t even know these people anymore because they’ve all changed so much and Kai hasn’t, they’re not going to fit here or be welcome anymore, and that no matter how much they try to return to normal they’re never going to have a home again

and that is just

kind of a :( note to end on but here we are, at the end

thanks for coming to my ted talk?

!!! thank u for reading if you read this far in my rambling please have an excellent night

[ofthcheart]

[  KIM YERIM, SHE/HER, CIS FEMALE  ]  —  [ WILLOW RYU ]  is a child of  [ APHRODITE ]  with the power of  [ AMOKINESIS, CHARMSPEAK ] .  they were born in  [ 1996  ]  and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2012 ] .  with the change, they  [ HAVE GRADUATED FROM ]  the  [ STANDARD ]  role which makes sense since they’re usually  [ STUDYING OR PAINTING ].

hello it’s kel i am a late disaster again but here is willow’s survey !! 

i. basics

full name: willow ryu

nickname: will

gender: cis female

pronouns: she/her

power/s: amokinesis, charmspeak

weapon/s: a very small throwing knife

dominant hand: right

sexual orientation: pansexual

romantic orientation: panromantic

age: 24

birthday: february 19, 1996 (@ 8:04 am)

role: standard

focus in role: existing

zodiac sign: pisces sun / pisces moon / pisces ascendant

birth place: atlanta, ga

hometown: marietta, ga

living condition  ( in nl or off site ): in nl 

spoken languages: english (native), asl (fluent), latin (basic) 

ii. appearance

face claim: kim yerim (yeri)

hair color: black

eye color: brown

ethnicity: korean

nationality: american

height: 5′3

piercings: ears

tattoos: nl tattoo on her right ankle

birthmarks: n/a

scars: on her knees 

iii. psychology

sociability: very

phobias: bugs

vices: bread

alignment  (  x  ): neutral good 

briggs-myers  (  x   &   x  ): ENFP

temperaments  (  x  &  x  ): phlegmatic

enneagram   (  x   &  x  ): #2 (the giver) 

how do they view themselves? selfish, doing her best 

how do others view them? kind, crybaby 

iv. mannerisms:

speech style: slow, lilting

accent: slight atlanta accent (ex)

hobbies: sketching, painting, baking (poorly) 

motivations: having a positive impact on other people

v. relationships

human parent: michael ryu

godly parent/grand parents: aphrodite 

siblings: none on her father’s side.

relationship with the human family: positive

relationship with godly parent: neutral

what was their childhood like? lonely, she never really had a solid group of friends or a best friend — she was well liked but spent a lot of time alone.

pets: a large, white cat (likely has maine coon in it) 

ideal significant other: someone with a sense of humor, makes her a better person 

vi. misc

glasses/contacts? glasses

clothing style: feminine, floral, lace

favorite food: biscuits

favorite desert: cobblers

favorite hot drink: coffee

favorite cold drink: peach iced tea

favorite movie: 10 things i hate about you 

favorite show: friends

favorite book: the seven husbands of evelyn hugo 

favorite weather: partly cloudy, warm

coffee or tea: coffee 

cats or dogs: cats

pineapples on pizza or no pineapples on pizza? she is mildly allergic to pineapple, but has no strong feelings on the matter

vii. traits

positive: kind, energetic, hopeful

negative: passive, exploitable, stubborn

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganised / organised / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

viii. ic questionnaire  ( some of these can be hard for your character to answer normally so you can add striked text to show what they’re thinking ! )

why did you come to nl? safety, primarily. it took longer for anything too dangerous to find me, but i didn’t want to put my dad at risk once they did. 

how are you dealing with the recent changes? whatever leadership thinks is best is what i will do. it doesn’t involve me, i just live here. i’m worried for the others who have to go out and fight these weird possessed things while worrying about humans, though. i don’t want them to think we’re weird or a threat.

what did you do before the change? studied, primarily. same as now. not very hard, mind you. i just work internally, stay out of trouble. 

why did you get into the role you’re in? i have no interest or aptitude for heroics, i’d much rather stay behind the scenes, away from the public eye. 

how do you like it? was this the role you wanted to be in? yes, it is the safest. ambassador requires too much speaking and, like i mentioned, saving people isn’t for me. 

if you could be in any other role, what would it be? if i had to choose another, probably ambassador. it seems to be the least draining of the others. but i really am perfectly happy as is.

how do you like your powers? i don’t, not really. i try not to use them, i don’t like making people do things they wouldn’t otherwise do or affecting their feelings, especially as i still don’t have them most control over them. 

how much control do you have of your powers? enough. not very much. i accidentally use them sometimes, when i don’t even really want to. so i just try to avoid language that might affect others.

what are some of your goals? i just want to graduate college at this point. i’ll figure out the rest after. 

what game could you destroy everyone in? uno 

what did you want to be when you grew up? an actress

thoughts on your own singing voice? not great, but i can carry a tune.

what’s your greatest fear? easy, death.

what are some things you always carry with you? lip balm, a pen, tissues, women’s products.

do you drive? when i need to.

if yes, how have people described your driving? i am an extremely safe and perfectly good driver. (mun note: she is not.) 

what’s your favorite book and why? i really like the seven husbands of evelyn hugo because it kept me on my toes. i wasn’t expecting the twist and everything after was shocking. plus, i think part of me still wishes i could’ve been a movie star, so i like the idea of the glamour and behind the scenes look.

what’s your favorite tv or movie genre? romantic comedies.

[bunnis-babes]

So @queennerd-love tagged me to do this forever ago, and I just kinda… didn’t. But I’m bored and angry about accidentally deleting the same HCs for the second time, so I’m doing this to distract.

Star sign?

Gemini

Height?

5’5” I’m a moderately size girl, just kinda average.

Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 4.

So uhhh… all of these are undertale/deltarune because thats my go to playlist, it’s what I use when I do pretty much anything so… :/

1. The Legend (Toby Fox)

2. Spear of Justice (Undertale Remix by Game Chops)

3. Dogsong (Kazoo cover by Tsuko G.)

4. Don’t give up (Toby Fox)

Grab the nearest book and skip to the page 23, what is the 17th line?

Uhm… the closest book I had was a manga so this doesn’t really apply all that well, but I’ll just give the last spoken line. “He’s calling to give you his answer…” If you can guess where it’s from that’d be fun.

Ever had a poem written about you?

Yeah actually, he had to write Haikus about our classmates one year in junior high. I think my best friend and I wrote about each other, but I can’t be too sure.

When was the last time you played air guitar?

Uhhhhh… over a year ago? Like sometime in 2017 was the last time for sure.

Name one sound you hate one you love?

The sound of a books binding being destroyed is something I can stand. It hurts my should when I hear that noise. A sound I love is orchestral sounds its just pleasing to my ears.

Do you believe in ghosts? Aliens?

Ghosts, but not aliens. I don’t want to explain why, but magical little men living on mars just doesn’t sound… plausible. The idea of ghosts is just, it makes more sense then these E.T. beings.

Do you drive/have you been in a car crash?

My dad hit a deer on the way to the hospital when my mom went into labor. Other than that, no.

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Meh… Sharpies smell way better.

Last movie you saw?

Into the spider verse

Worst Injury?

I fell off the monkey bars and sprained my ankle. It hurt a lot and couldn’t walk on it for a while, because pain.

Your Obsessions?

BNHA, Gravity Falls, Cermet, Undertale (The game itself please don’t hate me), Deltarune, A silent Voice, MHA: Vigilantes, Waitress, The Arcana, many more.

Hold Grudges?

Only one, and that bitch deserves it. She was an ass to me and my friends and she did this shit to herself.

Relationship?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I’m unlovable.

When was the last time you screamed at the top of your lungs?

When I stepping into my home to day after school.

What view would you like to have out of your window?

A bustling city in the distance, separated by a small field with a nice solid tree growing in it.

If you could instantly know how to speak another language, what language would you choose to know?

Japanese is the first one. Most likely Spanish, French and Norwegian after that. I’ve got a whole bunch more, but those are the main contenders.

What would be your strategy for surviving an apocalyptic epidemic?

Have my close friends with me and be sure to have plenty of food and meds and other basic shit like that. Probably die, idk I wouldn’t really give a shit if the world died.

When does time pass the fastest for you? The slowest?

It passes fastest in Biology and slowest in Spanish.

You can broadcast one sentence to every TV channel and radio station and have it translated, what would it be?

“Dude what the fuck, I don’t know what to sa- hEY ARE YOU ACTUALLY BROADCASTING THIS SHI-“ And then the entire broadcast is shut down.

What are you completely over and done with?

People telling me I can’t enjoy Undertale because of the fandom, fake bitches, my depression/anxiety getting in my way of having a successful school career, my health teacher, not being comfortable with a lot of guys, not being able to ask for help.

Who haven’t you seen in a while and want to see if their okay?

@home-of-the-trash and @blackdevilina

What do you wish people would stop asking you about?

“Why can’t you just talk to people.” “Why are you so anxious and awkward all the time.” “It’s not that hard, just ask them.”

What is the most unusual fear you have?

That we have a rooster living in our attic thing area place.

What’s the biggest lesson life has taught you?

Not to trust everyone right away.

Of you could hear when people say positive or negative things about you, which would you choose to hear?

Positive, it would be nice to hear and a good confidence boost. Plus, negative things would just push me further into depression.

What’s the best piece of advice someone has given to you?

“Don’t depend on people as much as you did with her, they might hurt you and I don’t want to see that happen again.”

What do you think people automatically assume about you when they look at you?

Quiet, awkward, and not too attractive.

When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried?

Just today.

What’s your story?

It’s a lot of me living life obliviously before realizing why I am the way I am and being sad suddenly, but I’m getting better.

What do you wish you had more time for?

Writing, art, classes I want to take, friends, trips, fun things I want to do.

What’s the most unpleasant sounding word?

Andrew.

If you could dedicate your life to solving one issue, what would it be?

Depression.

What feelings do the colors Turquoise, silver, purple, or brown represent to you?

Turquoise: Calmness, Serenity

Silver: A burden, great wealth

Brown: Grossness, disgust

Purple: Pride, Royalty

What is your favorite way to meet new people?

In a casual way. Just walk up and introduce yourself to me and try to get me talking. I have a hard time making friends and putting in effort to make them, but I will try to make friends with someone who wants to.

What is your favorite non-drug/non-alcohol high?

Being able to laugh, it’s a good reliever and I feel happy and amazing while doing it.

What kind of personality traits do you associate certain names?

Elizabeth: Nice, friendly, basic

Andrew: Smart, goofy, brotherly

Lilly: Boisterous, funny, a gremlin

What is the best thing you could tell someone to cheer them up when they are feeling down?

There isn’t much you can say to make them feel better a lot of the time, I really default to making terrible puns and jokes and that normally brings a smile to their face.

What’s the best decision you’ve ever made?

Opening up to my amazing best friends.

What’s weird about you?

I’m thinking just about everything is strange personality wise; but physically I have a little bump in my nose. Everyone tells me it doesn’t really distract from the rest of my face and it makes me pretty, but I don’t like it.

What are you hyped about?

My next school break, summer break omg, Spanish class to be fucking over.

What do couples do that seriously annoys you?

Uhm… some of them make out right in front of us and its just disgusting. Like, yeah your in love, go make out in the bathroom, thanks.

Oof, wrote half of this at 1am and half of it in first hour! I’m really bored, so I just did this because why not. Hope you liked it!

💙River💙

[tonystarktogo]

In which the world ends at Thanos’ hands and it isn’t happy about it. Neither is Tiberius Stone. That doesn’t mean he wants to be the one to fix the giant mess the Avengers have made of things either. What’s he supposed to do, walk up to Stark and say “Funny story, my case of eternal damnation vs. redemption depends on keeping your sorry ass safe and sound, wanna be BFFs?”

... Well. It’s not like he’s got a better plan.

(Okay, the previously mentioned concept caught me and refused to let go until I gave in. What can I say? It threatened my Nerds, so I knew it meant business.)

Tiberius Stone is a practical, unrepentant asshole, who has never gone out of his way to do anything remotely kind to anyone in his life. It comes as a surprise to exactly no one -- especially not the man himself -- that his lifestyle hasn’t earned him a place in heaven. Has in fact earned him a very permanent, very uncomfortable stay in hell.

If hell is a waiting room with terribly uncomfortable plastic chairs, bright lights that hurt in your eyes, and endless corridors that make you dizzy when you stare at them for too long. Tiberius was bored out of his mind when he died -- crumbling to dust in the middle of a irrelevant meeting, something he wouldn’t let stand for the indignity of it alone if he wasn’t, you know, dead -- and his state hasn’t exactly improved since. His surroundings, all white tiles and harsh neon light bulbs, aren’t what he’s pictured of the afterlife. But they aren’t a complete surprise ever.

Say what you want, Tiberius is very honest with himself. He has no illusions about waking up to fluffy clouds and harps. Not that he believed in any afterlife until he got here, but that’s not the point.

When someone finally shows up to deal with him -- and Tiberius is 86% sure it’s a power play to make him wait this long because a) he’s pulled enough of them off to recognise the move, and b) there is no reasonable way a being that exists out of time would need to let him wait unless it wanted to -- it doesn’t go quite like he expected.

To be fair, Tiberius isn’t sure what he expected.

Hell à la renaissance, maybe, with its supposed fire, brimstone and sulphur? Endless pain and torment? It seems a little harsh, considering Tiberius is a businessman, not a monster, but justice is a tricky rope to dance on. And Tiberius has never shied away from disregarding negligible things like decency or the oh-so-holy higher moral ground to make a business deal profitable.

“Exactly,” the girl in front of him nods. She is tiny, at least two heads shorter than Tiberius, and if it wasn’t for her white skin -- not white as in pinkish, Caucasian white, but white as a literal sheet of paper, a complete absence of colour that hurts to look at directly -- and hair made out of literal sunlight, he would have thought her a normal, human kid. Six or seven maybe. And dressed in her dad’s hoodie, who is, apparently, a Packers fan. Go figure.

The girl rolls her eyes. “Is American football really what you want to focus on right now?” she asks incredulously.

“What I’d like is for you to get down to business and tell me what you want from me.” Because no way has he been left stewing here for however long it’s been just to be ushered along to his final resting place and whatnot. 

“Not a fan of small talk, huh?” The girl -- and Tiberius isn’t sure why he thinks of her like that, because there is nothing particularly feminine about her -- snorts. “I can relate. Let’s skip the obligatory Introduction To The Aftermath Of Your Own Demise™, shall we?”

And that is precisely what they do.

Tiberius has never given much thought to the afterlife or any higher entities he might encounter there. But if he had, he supposes he would have expected some ridiculously vague prophet and answers that only lead to a hundred more questions.

The real deal isn’t like that at all. Instead the girl tilts her head, and suddenly they’re sitting at a carefully maintained, wooden table. Tiberius leans back into a satin soft armchair that wasn’t there a moment before and listens as the girl lays the situation out to him, all open and direct.

It amounts to: You’ve got a choice to make, but we both know you’re a selfish, opportunistic bastard and will do exactly what I want you to do to better your standing in the afterlife, so I’m gonna send you back in time and you’re gonna fix that clusterfuck I accidentally created on Earth because humans just don’t have any sense of humour.

Tiberius appreciates this girl’s -- Death’s secretary, as she introduces herself imperiously, as though that should have been obvious from the start -- straightforwardness.

He appreciates cleaning some all-powerful beings’ mess up a whole lot less.

What does he care that the world is lost? He’s already dead. He’s never signed up for the hero show, and with good reason. He doesn’t do self-sacrifice. So Tiberius does what he does best, he argues.

Until Death’s secretary is annoyed, if the dimmed shine of her hair is anything to go by. “Mortals,” she growls and makes a circular motion with her pinky, “Oh, they’re so adorable, lets keep them around for another millennia or so, see what they’ll come up with, my ass. Bloody pests is what you are.”

A door in the back of his mind that Tiberius hasn’t even been aware of until this very moment slams shut. Violently so.

“Now listen, I accidentally ended this world, bo-hoo, it happens!” the girl glowers. “And apparently, saving forty-seven alternate dimensions will make up for the backlash and stabilise the multiverse, blabla, not that either of us cares. But it is what it is and I’m stuck here until this bullshit show is over. So you-” she points a tiny, thin finger at Tiberius, “will go back, and you will save that world or so help me, Hell will be the least of your worries. You’re not the first obstinate bastard I’ve sent back, but if you pull this off you’ll be the last. So you better pull this off, got it?!”

Tiberius stares at the girl’s furious face that is more terrifying than anyone this young has any right to be. And maybe he feels something like wariness, like fear, in the face of that rage, but Tiberius has never been known to cower in the face of anything. Death’s fucking secretary certainly won’t be an exception.

He observes her more carefully though. Notices the cracks in her human facade, the ones less noticeable than the hair and skin. The smoothness of her skin, free of wrinkles, freckles, scars, blemishes of any kind. The lack of fingernails. The lack of arteries.

On her mimicry of human features, even the overwhelming fury looks painted on. Fake.

Tiberius smiles. “You were never gonna give me a choice.”

The rage melts off her expression as quickly as it appeared. “You didn’t need one, Mister Stone. You were never going to settle for anything less then the very best you could get for yourself.”

And well. Tiberius would concede the point, if Tiberius was the type of person to concede anything.

“Fair warning,” he says instead, because if he’s going to do this, he’s damn well going to reap the rewards afterwards. No take-backs and excuses to back out. “I’m not a hero.”

The girl scoffs. “Earth doesn’t need another hero, it’s already got those in spades. Think of your mission. Do you truly think a hero has what it takes to accomplish this? Do you think a hero would choose one mission above the fate of millions of lives?”

Tiberius shrugs. “Just checking.”

At that the girl smiles. Tiberius is startled to realise that it’s the first time he sees her express a positive emotion of any kind.

“I like you, Tiberius Stone,” the girl says -- and it’s an ominous statement if Tiberius has ever heard one. “Therefore I’m going to give you a little...added incentive.”

She snaps her fingers, but there is no actual sound following the gesture. Tiberius feels his body lock up in response, as though a thousand thin strands of rope at the end of his every muscle have all been pulled at the same time. He freezes in place, trapped motionless, unable to so much as breathe. 

Disconnected from his body, the only thing he feels is the press of the girl’s hand on his forehead, accompanied by a sharp, searing pain that tears deep, deep, deeper --

“Where is Gamora?”

“I don’t want to go, Mister Stark, please!”

“He was my friend!”

“Did you know?”

“I am Iron Man.”

-- and Tiberius knows with a clarity that goes beyond human understanding.

Then everything around him, everything in him, dissolves into nothingness. He doesn’t fall. He doesn’t do anything at all. He isn’t anything at all.

*

Tiberius jerks awake with a violent shudder. His memories are blurred, the encounter with the odd secretary of Death already fading from his mind, slipping through his grasp no matter how hard he clings to them. It doesn’t matter. He still remembers the gist of it, still has years worth of foreknowledge in his head -- and oh, the many investments he’ll be able to make! --, still knows, still has the mission ringing in his ears.

Save Tony Stark, save the world.*

As far as mysterious, divine interventions go, it’s a bit of a let-down. Fairly straightforward though. You have to appreciate that. Tiberius Stone certainly does.

Still.

Why does it have to be Tony Stark of all people?

(*Yeah, I couldn’t resist borrowing that prophecy from Heroes. I have no regrets.)

[hosseocc]

Accidental Potion || Part One

Summary: Shy and clumsy Minseok is tired of crushing from afar, so he decides to make a move…with magic. I mean, what could go wrong?

Word count: 1834

Pairing: Minseok x reader

Genre: fluff, future angst

Warnings: none

a/n:: clearly i’m better at reading fluff than actually writing it but ..... i wanted to give it a try so here you go x

(Not my gif, credits to owner!)———————————————————————–

‘Come on, you can do this’ Minseok muttered to himself, for what felt like the fifth time in that split second. He was pacing back and forth contemplating if what he was about to do was worth it, whether he could handle the consequences or not. Of course, they could be dire and ruin everything he’s ever wanted in life, but you never know unless you try right? After the same amount of debating it would take for a toddler to choose between candy or veggies, he concluded that there was no more time left to be nervous because the bus had arrived. It was finally time to make his move.

He sat down on the bench behind him and began rubbing his sweaty palms on his jeans as he watched the bus slowly come to a halt and stop further down to his left. Moving his right hand down to reach into his right pocket, he slowly pulled out a small glass vial and stared down at it. The contents of the small bottle held something invisible to the human eye, but to him it screamed beauty. Sparks of baby pink and silver swam around inside, reflecting a bright sparkle in his eyes. He felt a warmth pass through him, which only convinced him even more that his was where his happiness would finally begin. He already knew it was made for him, but the smell was just right. An unfamiliar wave of sweetness and comfort surrounded him that he had never felt before, but he never wanted it to leave. When making it, Junmyeon didn’t forget to emphasise the amount of care and effort he had put into getting his hands on the finest roses and jasmines for this potion for him, so he knew it would be perfect.

Looking back up to the bus, he watched as the doors opened, and the passengers started walking out. After the third person exited, he finally saw her. Although her face was painted with a scowl and she looked nothing short of stressed and annoyed, he still thought she was beautiful. Minseok’s mind flashed back to the last time he saw Si-Yeon before summer had started. They were sitting opposite each other at the local hangout with their group of friends, celebrating the end of exams and the start of a long summer. They didn’t really speak much, she was more a friend of a friend but nonetheless treated him with the same respect. He fell for her straight away and cherished every single one of the shy glances they shared from across the table, when it felt like just them two in a room full of loud shouting over drinks and snacks. Being too afraid to make his move, he decided his next best bet was magic. Which brought him to where he is now. 

Just as she was about to reach the last step, Minseok readied himself by fixating his gaze and mind on her and opening the lid to the glass. The scented sparkles that flew out of the tiny potion swirled past him and straight towards her, by the command of his gentle blow into the vial. The colours stood out perfectly against the sunny spring morning, and only he was able to appreciate its beauty. His content and longing didn’t last for more than 10 seconds though because as his crush felt around her pockets for a phone that wasn’t there, she suddenly cursed under her breath and quickly spun back around and ran into the bus.

With the potion still dancing along the cool breeze towards her, he didn’t know what was going to happen. This wasn’t part of the plan. His watchful eyes squinted, and his right leg started tapping against the floor again in a panic, when Si-yeon bumped into the girl behind her, not bothering to say sorry and sprinting back to her seat. If there was anything Minseok expected to happen at this point, it was that the potion would follow her into the bus and hit her. It could have been a possibility. It could have happened. But it didn’t. 

>>>>><<<<<

You felt annoyance rise in you as the girl in front who seemed utterly pissed the entire journey bumped your shoulder and seemed to forget her manners. You scoffed and shook your head as you made your way down the last steps of the bus and your feet touched the ground. The main thing on your mind was coffee and a warm doughnut at this point, so you told yourself to forget the minor inconvenience to your already dreadful morning. As you let the cool breeze awaken you, your mind tried to follow the smells coming from the coffee shop down the road, but your senses were suddenly met with a sweeter, stronger smell. 

Walking to your left when your subconscious knew you should be going right, where the coffee shop was, it felt as if your brain had almost been switched off and someone invisible was tickling your nose with a feather. Completely surrendering to the new smell, you carried on walking until you came to a stop in front of a wall. 

‘A wall?’  you thought, ‘What am I doing standing in front of a wall when I could be drinking a steaming hot coffee right now?’

It all seemed to make sense a couple of seconds later though, as your eyes were drawn towards the vine of roses and jasmines growing up the left side of the wall surrounding a bench. The deep red and bright white colours blended beautifully together against the luscious green growing out in every direction. Never having seen roses and jasmines grow together before, you felt fixated on the creation in front of you as the smell intoxicated you even further, almost driving you mad you swore you could almost taste it. It felt like your head was clearing and the mid may weather was blessing you with the opportunity to throw your thoughts away for once to really appreciate the world around you

But the flowers weren’t the only things you would be appreciating that day. As your eyes trailed left, you met the eyes belonging to somebody sitting on the bench. They were staring at you, messy black hair with strands falling above the lens of his round glasses, protecting his wide eyes. He sat there, mouth agape as you took in his appearance, somehow knowing this situation was the weirdest you have ever been in whilst for some reason trying to convince yourself that it just felt right. To you, his startled posture on the bench was glowing more than the radiant flowers behind him. You were sure this is what it meant to fall in love at first sight. 

Still under the control of the intoxicating smell, you found yourself slowly sat down next to his still silent self. You didn’t know why you were doing this and you were fearing that you looked like an absolute freak right now. But you did it anyway, because all of a sudden, your brain was telling you everything is now right with the world. 

>>>>><<<<<

Minseok was so sure nothing could go wrong with the potion and that Si-Yeon would be in his arms by now. He was so, so sure. Of course, by now he should be used to the fact that life can be a bitch and completely mock you at times. If he didn’t know it before, he sure does now. The feeling of dread he felt as he sat shocked, watching the potion swim around you and not the one it was intended for, sat heavier in his stomach than anything ever has before. He’s known to be sometimes clumsy and nervous with potions, and by now he’s used to cleaning up his mess but the solution to this situation was nowhere in sight.

‘I can’t believe I just used a love potion on the wrong person’ was the only thought circulating his mind. He couldn’t conjure up any words because how could he even begin to explain this situation to the unsuspecting, innocent human in front of him?

When she began speaking, he knew he was in deep, deep trouble. 

>>>>><<<<<

‘Hi, my name’s y/n, what’s yours?’ she introduced herself, with a bright smile.

You felt like a complete idiot right now, with no way to stop what you were doing. You’ve never been the first one to approach a guy so why now? You were literally drawn to him and you didn’t want it to stop. 

Minseok heard her question whilst remembering about Si-Yeon and looking back at the bus only to see her walking off in the opposite direction. He sighed and turned back to face you. 

‘I’m so sorry’ he spluttered, adjusting the glasses on his face, not knowing what else to say.

You simply giggled and replied, ‘Well its nice to meet you, I’m so sorry’.

‘So now I’m giggling like a school girl and attempting dad jokes?’ you asked your mind in disbelief.

Minseok forced himself to avoid cringing at your poor attempt at flirting, clearly the potion had some adverse effects. Wanting to confirm his fears of the potion working a little too well, he asked you a question.

‘What made you come over here?’ 

Not really sure of the answer yourself, you answered with the first thing that came to your mind, ‘I, uh, don’t know how else to say this but…it felt like the roses and jasmines were calling me and leading me to you…’ You almost kicked yourself for saying something that sounded so absurd, you would run away if someone had ever said it to you. But he didn’t run away, he remained in the same position, once again staring at you in silence. 

Minseok was really rendered speechless for the first time in his life. Your response was all the proof he needed to confirm Junmyeon’s potion had really worked. He was really beginning to wish Junmyeon had made a mistake of some kind, but with his skills and perfectionism he knew it could never be a possibility. He figured that going along with it until he informed the others of the problem was the only thing he could at this point.

To your surprise, he smiled back at you, and offered his hand, ‘I’m Minseok’.

You reached your hand out to accept his greeting and your hands almost touched, when you were interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing. Apologising to Minseok with a sheepish smile, you quickly pulled it out of your bag and when you saw who was calling, your entire mood shifted.  You let your extended hand drop in your lap before bringing it up to run through your hair.

‘Shit’ you muttered through a frustrated sigh.

How can you be so infatuated with a complete stranger that you completely forgot you already had a boyfriend?

[oppositeheartsstory]

Chapter 5: Bad Decisions, Broken Hearts

David head to the opposite wing of the chapel and opens the door.

“You asked to see me?”

Samuel was standing in front of the mirror, which reminded David of Niccolo. Samuel was wearing a tuxedo of light-grey colour, covered in subtle black squares, his shirt was black with subtle silver lines and a pink tie. His hair, golden blond and brighter than ever but the expression of his face was rather concern. His light-blue eyes expressed an utter sadness behind the expression of his face. He was terrible hiding his feelings as he wore his heart on his sleeve, often failing to have a proper poker face, which upset him when he didn’t want anyone to be sad.

“Yes”, he said in mildly anxious.

“Erm, how close were Niccolo and Daniel?”, he asks curiously.

“Not that close.”, David says casually. He gave the impression he was either lying or trying to remember by his.

“All I know is that it’s been ages since he heard that name.”, he finishes even more casually as if finally remembered. 

“Why?”

“Oh, for no reason”, Samuel says in an attempt to be casual. The expression on his face as if trying to be careless but rather giving the opposite impression by the raise of his eyebrows and the subtle shake of his head.

 “Is everything okay?”, David asks gently.

“Yes”, Samuel replies in a tone as if trying to get something off his chest.

“Is that the reason you asked to see me?”

“Yes, why?”, Samuel continues as if being interrogated by the police.

“Well, I was called when I was on duty to calm the lovely anxious man I’m in charge of”, David says cheerily.

“Are you sure?”, David asks in a masculine-posh high tone.

“Charles said something about me being the responsible best man, something a about a plan...”, David continued puzzled.

“Well, Charles is an idiot.”, Samuel said in giggles as he kept giving away he was tense.

“Samuel”, David said seriously looking into his eyes and putting his hands gently upon his shoulder.

“Niccolo loves you more than anything. Relax. I’m sure that nothing will tear you two apart. I’ve heard him speak about you. It melts me”, David said in a smooth tone that was pretty comforting. It was like a dad telling a kid everything was going to be okay. His confidence was overwhelming that it started to calm Samuel down as the smile of his face was no longer of an anxiously nervous man but one that was moved.

“...as a matter of fact...”, David says in a casual funny tone, killing the corny mood and taking his hands off Sam’s shoulders.

“I’ve stolen some of his lines to use with my girlfriend and it gets me laaaaaid”, he says funnily and ends in a high tone.  

“I seriously love that bastard of Niccolo”, he finishes in a lovely tone. 

David was not a pig, he just knew how to lighten the mood. Although it was true. Niccolo was so sweet that David would get several ideas from Niccolo: Some suggested by Niccolo himself, some others, David borrowed but letting him know in case it came across by the mention of his girlfriend at the time. Niccolo and David appreciated each other’s friendship as sacred. It was funny because these two hardly ever argued, considering the amount of time they spent together. David had what Niccolo described “The patience of an angel”, he knew nobody was as immune to his mood swings as him. Niccolo, on the other hand, had what David described “The innocence of a child”, there was something that made David want to protect him.  

“Thanks, David”, Samuel said in relief.

“You are the second best who knows how to make me feel calm”, he said in chuckles. He was properly relaxed this time.

David knew Samuel was not having second thoughts of getting married and the mention of Daniel’s name and the relief of his recent speech made him realise something was happening. Niccolo never spoke of his previous relationships with Samuel, or at least, not in a manner that would make it feel he wanted to go back to any of them or wish it had worked out.   

“Is there any other way you want me to help?”, David says seriously.

“No, it’s fine. I should have learnt to choose a better best man”, Samuel says gently.

“Charles is a dick”, David says.

“He is. I wish he weren’t my cousin”, Samuel said in regret.

“You didn’t choose him to be your best man, did you?”, David says in dry tone that made it feel he knew the answer.

“Nope. Mum did.”, Samuel says in discontent.  

“I’ll see what I can do to get him out of the way”, David says supportively.

“Thanks. Now, go”, Samuel says gently.

“I know if you take too long, his head will explode”, Samuel says in mild content. It was hard to tell whether he was relaxed or sad.

“Samuel”, David says looking directly to Sam’s eyes.

“Be happy”, he says in a loud whisper.

“That man is dying to spend the rest of his life with you and find a thousand different ways to make you happy”, David says in a subtle tone.

“You are right. Thanks”, Samuel says smiling. 

“I’ll tell Elizabeth to come here. Is that okay?”

“Yes, that’s okay”.

David leaves the room and starts texting “Support Samuel, NOW”.

David starts walking swiftly towards Niccolo’s side of the chapel but comes across a young lad when he passes the reception. This young man is standing, looking down with an expression of his face of utter sadness as he holds the invitation in his hand. He seemed to have shown up at the wedding by himself as he is alone and gives the impression he does not know anyone considering David knew all of Niccolo’s friends and most of Samuel’s.

“Can I help? Whose guest are you?”, David asks eagerly.

“Niccolo, I guess”, the man responds simply and carelessly with a tone of arrogance and in a feminine manner.

His behaviour was recognisable. It suddenly struck David.

“...and what’s your name?”, David asks awkwardly expecting the answer will not be what he feared.

“Daniel”, the man replied. He seemed like an abandoned puppy: every word he said was like an apology. 

“Fuck!”, David thought. “It was exactly like he described it”.

“Cool”, David replied simply.

“Niccolo’s guest on the left”, he continued as he pointed out to the left inside the nave. “Samuel’s on the right”, he finished pointing towards the right.

“I’d love to stay and chat but need to attend my groom”, he says in a hurry as he sets off to Niccolo’s room. So many thoughts in his head.

David comes to a halt and opens the door gently, lightly panting to find Niccolo sitting, slightly bending, contemplating a letter.

“What is he doing here?”, David asks in a casual tone with an essence of nagging. 

“There’s Sam to blame”, Niccolo replies casually.

“...and when did he...?”

“last month”, Niccolo says before David could finish.

“...and is this a good idea?”

“I think not"

David was puzzled. It was Sam’s idea to invite Daniel to their wedding and yet he behaved like it was the other way around. It didn’t make sense. 

“Anyway. Time for the show, mate”, David finishes.

“There’s only one thing left before the show”, Niccolo says dramatically as he stands up.

“Tell me I’m fabulous”, he says to David dryly and dramatically as if he was an employee.

“You are fabulous, master”, David replied in a servant-esque tone.

“I know.”, he continues coldly.

They both burst into giggles, walking with an arm on one another towards the nave until they see Niccolo’s parents and let go.

“Presto?”, Niccolo says to his parents. 

“Presto”, his father replies excitedly. 

“Presto”, followed her mother.

His father was wearing a black suit and a white shirt. You could tell Niccolo was the image of his father. Their differences relied in the colour of their eyes whose father’s were dark and their contexture: his father was more robust and had less hair, which Niccolo hoped he would not end the same way.

His mother, was wearing a white dress, the rainbow-coloured flag was hard to miss on her chest as not only it sparkled, it was a rather notable size. She was wearing a hat covered in flowers. A little extravagant to what she usually wore. Considering she never wore hats. She’d dyed her hair golden-blond that along with her blue eyes, attracted many views.

David made his way to the nave as these three were getting ready, waited for the music to start, the doors opened once more and they start walking down the aisle.

The dynamic hadn’t changed despite the “Goodnight, man” text. Niccolo and Daniel texted one another but would not talk about meeting. Niccolo thought it was Daniel’s turn to ask him out as well as not wanting to since he was going away to Brussels for the weekend. Their conversations were more lacking everyday and Daniel sometimes would not even reply at that moment. It was easy to sense things were fading as he got a constant “meh”, from Daniel every now and then. 

Thursday comes and Niccolo texts Daniel to say he won’t text him during the weekend to avoid bothering him on his fun trip. Daniel thanks him and accidentally calls him but at the time Niccolo responds, he’d hanged up saying it was a mistake. 

“Well, that’s bizarre”, Niccolo thought. They’d never called each other so it being a mistake was rather confusing.

That weekend was boring. Niccolo went out with some friends in an attempt to socialise but going to a museum filled with portraits of a king was utterly annoying. It was like watching old fashioned selfies: same bloke with different customes. He seemed to be too into fashion for his style.

“He was probably gay”, he thought as he saw the paintings. 

By the time they went out of the museum, his friends wanted to keep hanging around but Niccolo made an excuse that his sister needed support to get rid of them. 

“I just like being with Daniel” , he thought.

That night was pretty bizarre. Niccolo was half sleep, half awake when he felt something: it was like being hugged but in a rather strong manner as if he was being held on to. 

“I must be losing my mind”, he thought once he woke up that morning.

Constant thoughts were invading his head. Usually, scenes of heartbreak after being cheated on. Dramatic scenes where he’d be in tears, looking at Daniel, saying in an utterly devastated voice: “Could you tell me something? Where did I go wrong? If you cheated was because I was not good enough”. Daniel would cry in return and try to hug him but Niccolo would refuse.

“Weird”, he told himself back in reality. 

He was happy that he survived one week without seeing Daniel. He was feeling fine, which was a good sign if it ever ended.

That Sunday evening he could feel Daniel’s return to the country but the feeling was not exactly good as it was companioned by the sense of fading, a pre-feeling, this sense of fading could be compared as a flower dying at fast pace. He was overcome by an utter sense of sadness that found its relief in sad songs.

The next morning, the sun was out and not a cloud in the sky, despite the strong snow fall of the previous two weeks. Niccolo was excited to walk around as he went for work. It was his first proper snowfall, or at least, snowfall where the snow settled.

“Good morning”, says a message written from Daniel. A smile was drawn upon Niccolo’s face. Daniel gave the impression he was cute and lovely when he texted, an impression that was ruined when they met due to his girly/mr-know-it-all voice and opinionated comments.

“Good morning”, he replied after mere seconds of receiving the message.

“How was Brussels?”

“It was good. So much fun. We went to some clubs and drag queen shows”

“Nice.”, he wrote back, although his thoughts were very different. Niccolo was terrified of drag queens and was not exactly fond of clubs, the music there was too loud, it was usually crammed with sweaty people and being around drunk people when sober was simply uncomfortable.  

“What did you do?”

“Oh I went to a museum for the exhibition of a king. It was boring. Full of portraits of the same bloke”

“Well, he was a king” 

Their conversations usually ended with “have a good day”, a routine started by Niccolo and followed by Daniel. The weeks before they would text everyday during the morning and then the night.

“Maybe it’s not over yet”, Niccolo thought as he got to work. 

They didn’t text that night. It seemed as if that weekend had changed the course of things. 

The next day, another text from Daniel. “Good morning”. 

“Good morning”, Niccolo replied.

“How was your weekend?”

“What?”, Niccolo thought. “We talked about this yesterday.”

“It was okay. I went to a museum to see an art exhibition. Yours?”, Niccolo replied as if they hadn’t spoken about it the day before. 

“It was good. Went to some clubs and drag queen shows”.

“Deja vu”, Niccolo thought. “What’s happening?”. 

“You went alone?”, another text from Daniel.

“No. I went with two friends”

“Ha ha. Nice to know you have two friends” 

“What about you?”

“Ha ha. We’re friends for now”, Daniel replied simply.

Niccolo was heartbroken.

“So you are no longer my TBD”

“No. It’s pretty much determined. Let’s go to the cinema this weekend”.

“Sure”, he replied simply.

The feeling was like a glass being shattered. Niccolo had wished he hand’t asked right before going to work. His eyes were teary and all he wanted to do was to cry his heart out. He loved hugging Daniel and cuddling with him more than anything. What’s worse, he had grown to have feelings for him that, had they stayed TBD, he was willing to become his travel buddy once they became boyfriends. He’d pictured the scene: Niccolo hugging Daniel tightly from the back as they stared at the horizon “I want to travel the world with you because I know that as long as I’m with you, there’s a part of Britain with me, so I’ll always feel like home”.

He was trying to pull himself together. He’d already dreamt about going to Italy with Daniel over the summer, he’d even thought of the way of proposing to be his boyfriend had they gone out for two months. All his dreams were crumbling down. It was the second time in less than a year he was being friend-zoned by a lad he really liked.

He spent the day suffering from mood swings: from sadness to anger.

“Friends for now?”, those words kept echoing in his thoughts.

“Translation: I’m off to find the love of my life and if I don’t find it, I’ll come back to you”, he thought bitterly.

“I’m going to the cinema with him, and THAT’S IT”. 

He felt like his demons were being unleashed. He wanted to destroy everything as he kept daydreaming of screaming at the top of his lungs as glasses shattered around him. A scene inspired by Voldemort in the Order of the Phoenix when he was in the ministry fighting with Dumbledore.

Niccolo was usually kept together but first-times usually awoke his impulsive senses, making him feel reckless. He had a good way of pretending, though, nobody at work would notice all this man wanted to do was go back home and cry. 

Once he got home, it was no surprise he started crying, although it was not as intense as he expected. Having the constant thought this was going nowhere was a safe way to play. Also, the relationship was not the best. It was usually pretty uncomfortable when it came to snogging. The sex left Niccolo in disappointment as he expected more from it; and the constant mood swings that overcame Daniel, usually the intense ones of the first date where he seemed to have been drunk, made him feel all the more frightened. But still, it was lovely. Niccolo was highly selective and, despite all the discomfort, he genuinely enjoyed his company. As a matter of fact, he wanted to be so unconditional that they would overcome Daniel’s insecurities of caring too much what people thought.

Music made the pain enjoyable. There was a relief in crying to sad songs like Camila Cabello’s “Something’s Gotta Give”, where she grieved being completely delivered and getting nothing in return. It was the perfect anthem. 

Daniel and Niccolo didn’t chat during the rest of the week until that Saturday. 

“What time tomorrow?”, Daniel wrote dryly. 

“At 3?”

“Could it be earlier?”

“Sure 1.”

That was it. The sweetness was dead. Niccolo no longer cared for greeting or the “have a good day” protocols. He was determined to make Daniel feel that being a friend was not the same as a boyfriend.

“I’m going to make him suffer in the best way possible: by being sweet and distant altogether.”, he thought.

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @ritarmandi!

This is a Secret Santa gift for the lovely ritarmandi. I hope you enjoy

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*****

I believe in you

Stiles keeps tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, not even in time with the music just to keep his hands busy. He knows that the only reason Scott isn’t going insane with it is that he has years of exposure to Stiles’s twitchiness. He is still giving him worried looks now and then, and he looks ready to ask Stiles to turn the car around and figure this out by themselves. They both know it’s not possible this time, but Scott is going to ask all the same.

-Are you sure about this, Stiles?-

They’ve had this conversation before, but having evidence that Scott is worried for him makes his nervousness a tiny bit better.

-I’m not sure about going to some remote place to learn magic, but I need to learn about my spark. I saved Lydia and I have no idea how that’s too much of a liability.-

-And maybe it’ll be like going to Hogwarts for summer courses right before my Senior Year.- Stiles tries to lighten the mood.

-I don’t think you will be going to a magic castle with changing stairs. -

-No, but I will be going to a house near a forest outside a small touristic village, and while Hogsmeade was never explicitly stated as turistic I bet, as the only all-wizarding village in Britain, it had some tourists. And I’m not allowed to take technology.- Stiles goes for one of his tangents.

It makes Scott laugh in exasperation, which is all good in Stiles’s book.

-And I bet Mrs Durkan has a huge library.- Stiles continues more seriously. -Maybe I’ll finally be able to find something about pack bonds between alphas and non shifters.-

-Derek said there are stories about alphas being able to talk with their packs through them; that would be neat.- Scott says

-I hope so, Scotty. Mrs Durkan is an old friend of Deaton, but hopefully, she won’t be as cryptic. It would be a nice change to have someone forthcoming in their teachings. Someone like Professor McGonagall.-

-You’ll be in trouble if she is half as strict as McGonagall.- Scott says laughing while they pass the Brantford city limits.

They follow the GPS on Scott’s phone uphill on a dirt road. It ends in front of a big stone house that has clearly been renovated to add huge windows. He parks next to the Toyota already in front of the house, and they get out to wait for his dad’s car. Scott and his dad had insisted they wanted to come, to at least see where he was going to stay, considering he couldn’t call them.

Just as his dad is parking, a middle aged woman with a messy head of curly, blond hair in jeans and lilac sweater gets out of the house. Stiles can’t refrain from quietly telling Scott

-Definitely not Professor McGonagall-

Scott laughs and nudges him towards the house. She has an unreadable expression on her face, and Stiles suddenly hopes she hasn’t heard. He wants to make a good impression after all.

-Welcome, I’m Mrs Durkan and you must be Mieczyslaw- she says with a small smile. Her pronunciation of his name is practically perfect

-That would be correct. Everyone calls me Stiles though. These are my father and my friend Scott-

-Yes, Alan told me about the peculiar situation you have in Beacon Hills- she comments cryptically -Please come inside, you can get settled in your room and Myt can give you the tour of the place.-

She touches the side of the door while they pass, probably manipulating some kind of protective ward. Stiles feels it, but it’s completely different from the wards at the animal clinic. He will have to ask what how they work.

***

The life of a Spark apprentice is far less eventful than movies made him believe. It probably doesn’t help that only other two people live in the house, Mrs Durkan and her niece Myt, who is also learning magic. She is a druid, so she spends a lot of time in the greenhouse, but Stiles gets to help her sometimes and he genuinely enjoys talking to her about the supernatural world. She always thought Mrs Durkan was just that weird relative everybody has, but on her 15th birthday she accidentally made all the flowers in the house bloom, and two days later she got her very own “Yerr a wizzard Myt” moment.

Stiles spends his mornings learning about different types of magic users and where their magic comes from, and his afternoons reading about a whole lot of supernatural lore. The library is everything Stiles hoped for and more. That’s mainly what keeps him going: discovering about all kinds of different beings and the stories connected to them; particularly after the first couple of weeks when Mrs Durkan starts focusing on his spark and the ways to control it, which is not going well. Actually, two things keep him going, reading about lore and the letters from home. Well, from Derek mainly. Stiles gets a new envelope on his desk every three days like clockwork. He is discovering a new side of him. Apparently when he isn’t rushed Derek enjoys talking, or, well, writing. Stiles has been telling him about some of the lore he is learning and Derek usually has something to add or a different version the Hale pack used to tell. Derek always sounds so earnest in writing, and Stiles can’t help but find it endearing. It’s starting to be a problem, the way his heart goes all over the place every time he gets a new letter from him. There is just something about imagining Derek sitting down in front of one of the big loft windows. If Stiles is being completely honest there is just something about Derek Hale. There always was, but he holds himself in a different way now. Like he finally managed to let go of some of his guilt, somewhere between getting back his yellow eyes and hunting the Desert Wolf.

A new letter is supposed to be coming, but Stiles is kind of regretting the last missive he sent him. He spent a good part of the letter complaining about Mrs Durkan and how her method for controlling his spark isn’t working, and how he needs more information and she won’t give it to him. It was impulsive and he’s worried Derek’s answer is going to be “quit whining”.

Stiles actually really likes Mrs Durkan, she is fair and asks for a lot, but in a way that encourages you to get better. The problem, in this case, is that she wants Stiles to control his magic just from belief.

“Choose an appropriate rune, focus on it and believe it will happen.” she told him, just that morning.

-Easy to say, if only runes made any kind of sense- Stiles mutters to himself.

He is taking a break and walking one of his favourite hiking trails in the park, one with very few tourists. He has been pouring over the book Mrs Durkan has given him on the most common runes trying to find one that appeals to him, or at least one that he can interpret into creating something out of thin air with belief The source of the argument with Mrs Durkan is that Stiles wants a more advanced book, thinking that maybe having all the information will make some of the runes make sense. He feels like this is worse than Latin; at least, then, he had Lydia helping him. So much of this is left to affinity with the runes and personal interpretation, that there is only so much Mrs Durkan or even Myt can help him with.

Stiles is still lost in his head when he comes back from his walk in the forest, so he is startled for a second when Myt calls him to the kitchen.

-Stiles, there is something for you!-

Stiles follows her voice and notices the small package on the dining table.

-How was your walk?- she asks

-Uneventful, but it was nice to be outside. I hadn’t realized how much time I spent in the preserve until I left Beacon Hills. I’m not sure it helped with my rune problem, though-

Myt looks at him with a comprehensive smile.

-I feel your pain. But you’ll get there.-

-Do you need help with dinner?- Stiles asks, unsure how to take the vote of confidence from someone he hasn’t known for very long.

-Nah, I just have to keep an eye on the oven. Go open your package.-

Stiles, himself curious about what could be in the package, doesn’t ask again.

Once in his room, he doesn’t waste any time, tears the tape and opens it. Inside there are three different letters, two cards, a Moleskine and something wrapped in paper. The first card pictures a ghost saying “I believe in you” and inside every member of the pack added his own iteration of a “You’ll figure it out” message. The second card is from Lydia, and it says, in a nice calligraphy font, “It’s ok to ask for help”. She says to open the paper-wrapped thing next and explains that one should be very careful what he writes on his body with. Stiles can’t avoid the laughter when he opens it. She got him an eyeliner pen and makeup remover. It’s actually on point but only Lydia could find such a peculiar reason to send him makeup.

There is a short letter from Scott, which is normal. The guy doesn’t have the patience for writing, and while he and Stiles can talk about anything for hours, it doesn’t translate well to letter. There is a fairly standard letter from his dad, telling him about any news from Beacon Hills. It ends with “I hope everything in this package helps. Derek run around a lot to make it happen. Love Dad”

The last letter is, as expected, from Derek. It’s the exact opposite of what Stiles was fearing. He would never have expected unconditional support via post system.

Dear Stiles, I hope you worked things out with Mrs Durkan, I know you like to follow tangents and it can get hard to focus, but try to understand what works for her and then change, so that it works for you. Sometimes having all the information can get overwhelming. Runes are not exactly a language, but they are to an extent, and you don’t want to add exceptions and weird combinations before you got the basics down.

I know you packed notebooks with you, but I thought the Moleskine could be something to record your own information and learning process on runes. And one can never have too many notebooks.

I told the pack to just give me their letters to add to my envelope in the future, so maybe some of the others will write more often.

I look forward to hearing from you Sincerely Derek

Stiles knows rationally that he has the support of his pack, but having them come together to remind him when he needs it is a bit overwhelming. And he can’t help thinking how far Derek has come and how good an Alpha he would be now. How good of a boyfriend really, but that’s not a road he is willing to go down. He tries to focus on the present itself and the job he still needs to do. He is not closer to the solution about the runes, but he does believe in himself a bit more now.

He doesn’t feel like going back to the rune book before dinner, so he starts thinking about magic users he knows from tv and video games. One that comes to mind, since he is also thinking about runes, is Geralt of Rivia. Muttering “Might as well try” he takes Lydia’s pen and draws on his arm the triangular spiral that is the Aard sign, he doesn’t want to set his room on fire after all. He closes his eyes and tries his best to believe that a spell from a video game can work. When he opens them again the room is suddenly a mess. As if a telekinetic wave got released and moved everything that wasn’t nailed down. Holy shit, it worked.

He goes to dinner with a lighter heart, and ready to ask Mrs Durkan about slavic runes and magic.

***

Stiles has made some decent progress in the last days. While the Glagolitic alphabet (possibly the most ancient slavic alphabet) doesn’t make much more sense than the runes he had been studying previously, he finally understands what Mrs Durkan meant when she was talking about runes calling out to you.

Like Vedi which is the action of knowing and Uk that stands for knowledge. They both call to him in different contexts, and it’s bugging him that on paper they are so similar, but he has some kind of intrinsic understanding about their usage.

According to Mrs Durkan, the next step is combining them to get more nuanced results. But for now, he’s going to the post office, sending a letter to Scott on a few things he managed to find on pack bonds. There are also letters to his Dad, Lydia and of course Derek. He has carefully drawn protection runes on the sides of the letters, a little additional protection in Beacon Hills can never hurt, and if it doesn’t work it counts as practice.

But it’s going to work because he believes in it.

He also spent a good half hour drawing symbols on his arm just because you never know when you might need them. There is a Zivethe for “life” and a Nash for “ours”, Dobro for “good”, and all the spells from the Witcher, because he is a nerd at heart. And fire, telekinesis, shield, slowing down and confusing enemies make for a good combination to have on hand. If they all circle the Hale triskelion that’s just because he is missing home and he is not going to draw Scott’s circle pattern because it’s stupid.

He is waiting at the post office when he notices the lady next to him in line. There is something supernatural about the way the light reflects in her eyes and the way she holds herself like this is not the skin she is most comfortable wearing. Stiles is almost sure she is not a werewolf but she could be a different type of shifter. She notices the name on the envelope on top, Derek Hale, and seems immediately more interested in Stiles, while trying her best not to let it show. She is not very successful and Stiles has a bad feeling about this. He tries not to fidget too much while he waits in line, both to avoid acting suspicious and so that she can’t read any of the other addresses on the envelopes, for example, his dad’s.

As soon as he’s done he rushes back home and goes to find Mrs Durkan. Hopefully, she can help him figure out what that was about. And if it turns out she is after Derek, he needs to warn them. All the more reason to put some more belief in those protection runes.

***

Derek is on his way back home from one of his usual border patrols in the preserve when he starts feeling watched. It’s a discorcenting experience, he can’t smell anything out of the ordinary and none of his enhanced senses are giving him any kind of clue. Nonetheless, the feeling is there and Derek has learned to trust this kind of instinct. He considers his options for a moment: running to the relative security of his loft and risk leading them to his home, or investigating further and seeing what is watching him. But if this was anything good they would have introduced themselves. They could just be gathering information on the pack before approaching, but following Derek in the woods doesn’t seem like the most convenient way to do that. He decides for a strategic retreat and a call for backup. He’s dialing Scott while keeping most of his attention on his surroundings, but he still doesn’t see the attack coming from his side. Derek rolls out of the way after the initial impact and drops the phone, hoping Scott will pick up and hear the commotion. He devotes his attention to the man in front of him, who doesn’t waste time and lounges again, claws out, trying to land a hit on Derek’s side. The guy is fast. Derek barely moves out of the way, but it leaves him open on his left side, a move his opponent probably expects. He braces himself for the feeling of claws ripping his skin but they somehow fail to connect and they barely scratch him. The guy seems more surprised than Derek, but he quickly recollects and tries again with a combination of movements Derek has no hope of predicting, let alone countering. Derek is somehow unscathed again and the guy shifts into a puma with bright blue eyes, ready to attack again but when he does he somehow only manages to rip his jacket out. It looks like a standstill, but Derek can feel something is different. He needs to try and land his own attack before his opponent realizes as well, but his experience in fighting big predators is almost null, so he improvises and lounges for the back of the beast, trying to claw his neck from behind. They roll on the forest floor and Derek howls in pain as claws rip his back. He holds onto the puma and finally manages to draw some blood as well, only for the puma to shake him off, making him land on the grass. Derek takes half a second to get his breath and when he sits up, Malia is sprinting towards him and the puma is nowhere in sight. By the time he is standing on his own, and picking his jacket up, Stiles’s letter still in the pocket, Scott has also reached them.

They are both asking things to Derek, who doesn’t know the answer to half their question when his phone rings. It’s an unknown number and Derek just puts it on speaker, whatever it is it either regards the whole pack or is not relevant right now. He does not expect to hear Stiles’s panicking voice.

-Derek?-

-Stiles? I’m here with Scott and Malia, what’s wrong?- suddenly he can focus a bit better again.

-I think someone might be after you, where are you guys?-

-In the preserve...- says Derek

-Derek was just attacked by a werepuma- adds Scott

-What? Are you alright? -

-I’m healing, it was a beta, fortunately. Do you know what they want?-

There is a pause over the phone

-Your blood. We think they are trying to do a ritual that requires a few ingredients like that. But they probably don’t have the full description, it’s in a book in Mrs Durkan library and we’ve seen the werepuma trying to get close to the house. Or one of them, if there is one in Beacon Hills as well-

-Are you safe?- Derek asks

-And how much blood are we talking about? Could the guy use the residue on his claws?- says Malia

-No, it takes quite a lot, I wouldn’t worry about that- Stiles assures them quickly

-What does the ritual do?- asks Scott

-Supposedly it can give the alpha’s power to a target, but from the way it’s formulated there is going to be a catch somewhere. If it worked people would have been using it, the ingredients are rare but not impossible to find-

-What about the ritual itself? Do they have a magic user already with them?- asks Scott

-Could be. I couldn’t smell him before or during the attack until he shifted- says Derek

-That could be a problem. I’ll go ask Mrs Durkan about it.-

-Ok, in the meantime we’ll get the rest of the pack and see what we can find about the werepuma- says Scott

-Ok, I’ll call you when I have information. Stay safe- says Stiles

-Stay safe- they echo before the line goes dead.

***

Stiles wakes up in a warehouse, chained to a chair. There is a metallic stench surrounding him and for a moment he thinks it’s just to mask his scent from his pack, then he realizes that on the table in the corner are what looks like several vials of blood, jars of powder and various fresh herbs. When he tries to get his hands free, a weird pull makes him realize that they are also talking blood from him, and that can’t be good. He vaguely remembers seeing the woman from the post office, a werepuma, with the corner of his eye before getting hit in the head. And then nothing, until waking up. She obviously moved him somehow, they are nowhere close to Brantford, judging by the size of the warehouse, and hopefully, she moved him toward her partner, which could mean he is closer to Beacon Hills.

Stiles tries to focus his magic enough to get free, but he can’t reach the runes he’s written and there is a headache slowly creeping up to him, so there is not much he can do.

And then there is a man there, freakishly fast, and Stiles is used to werewolves. Hopefully, he is the guy that attacked Derek and there are just two werepumas on a quest to become alphas. The guy removes the almost full vial of blood and the needle, which Stiles had tried his best not to look at. Stiles clearly miscalculated the whole situation, but it’s time to do what he does best, talk and buy time.

-So, what do you want? I’m sure there were easier ways to get some blood than kidnap me.-

-We just need you for some magic, the blood was a nice bonus. We don’t need it, but spark blood sells quite well. I must admit I hoped for more of a challenge, misleading you into believing we were after the ingredients instead of the caster was childsplay.-

-You do realize that I just started learning how to use my spark, so it’s just as likely that I’ll mess everything up-

-I don’t think so. You see, it’s in everyone best interests that you do it right, I had just started playing with Derek but he was already bleeding so very nicely for me- he says smiling as if remembering a happy moment. It’s Gerard Argent level of creepy, and Stiles has zero ideas on how to get out of this one. He doesn’t know how long he has been missing for, or how far away the pack is.

-Who are you guys?-

-You don’t need to know that. Now, would you rather we keep on hurting your friends?-

-Ok- he says after a moment to get himself together- What do you need me to do?-

As if on cue, the female puma enters in Stiles field of vision, like she is in charge here.

-We need you to perform the ritual, of course.-

-Which ritual?- Stiles tries to stall

-You see, I was supposed to be the alpha, but my sister stole it from me. You are going to make me an alpha, that’s all.-

-How did she steal it? That’s not how it works.- Stiles can’t help but ask

-None of your business. Now, are you ready to start?- she asks

Stiles flinches, and the time is conveniently right so that hopefully she won’t get suspicious. Scott just somehow shouted in his ear that they are on his trail and to hold on. When this is over, Stiles is going to spend a week learning how to sense and use pack bonds, but that’s his least pressing problem.

His friends are coming for him, but he still doesn’t know how long it will take. Considering how much time he spent ranting about villains talking too much and revealing their plan he realises his hypocrisy in hoping to get more out of this guys. It would have been nice though. His best bet is going along for now.

-I’m ready.- he says not even trying to hide how terrified he is. -I’ll need the ritual description first, I haven’t learned it.-

-There is not much to it- she says giving him a single page- just mix the ingredients in order and add magic.-

-The description on the book was five pages long, where is the rest?- Stiles tries to stall again

-Just possible side effects, nothing that concerns you.-

She holds a single clawed finger close to his heart

-Now, time to start.-

***

Stiles has basically memorized the steps when he finally asks for them to bring him the ingredients. The pack is getting closer, but the female puma is getting more restless by the minute, looking ready to stab him and start looking for someone else to do the ritual. Stiles has a quarter of a plan that is completely dependent on his ability to believe, and on the pack being close by the time he is done with the ritual. It’s the kind of situation where the Force would come in handy, with its tendency of putting people in the right place at the right moment. Time to focus. The ritual requires him to add the ingredients in a certain order and mix a determined number of times, clockwise or counterclockwise depending on the ingredient and, considering the bad guy of the day is watching his every move, the whole thing reminds him of Potions with Snape. That’s not what he was thinking about when he said he wanted the Hogwarts experience.

There is power growing with every new ingredient, with every new stirring motion. Stiles has a fleeting thought to all the people they fought who wanted to accumulate this kind of power, and for a second he understands the pull. But this is not for himself, he is not worthy of the mantle of an alpha.

He is adding the last ingredient when the guy looks up suddenly more alert and leaves the room to investigate something. Stiles mixes the horrible concoction three times clockwise, then touches the small triskelion still on his forearm and believes with all himself that the power will go to the most deserving person he knows, Derek.

There is a deafening roar outside, and the female puma looks at him with panicked eyes. She is coming towards him but gets intercepted by Scott jumping through a window. And between the blood loss and the amount of magic he used, Stiles is out for the count.

***

They are half way back to Beacon Hills when Stiles wakes up. His eyes take a second to focus, to realize where he is, and murmurs

-Did we win?-

Lydia laughs from the front seat

-We won, two less power-thirsty werepumas in the world.-

Then he lays eyes on Derek, who is holding his hand.

-Stiles- he starts, and he doesn’t really know how to go on.

There is so much they need to talk about, how Stiles’s runes managed to protect him just by having a letter in his jacket, how he made him an alpha. How apparently Stiles is now his emissary, just by virtue of having given him power. How Stiles has a triskelion surrounded by symbols on his arm that were burning bright blue when they got there and has since slowly started to fade to black.

He doesn’t know where to start, and Stiles still looks so tired. They are going to have time to talk about this, and maybe if it all goes in the direction Derek is hoping for, there might be a confession of feelings to make.

For the first time since Kate, that doesn’t scare him.

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Sequoias

Title: Sequoias

Pairing: Reader x Gabriel

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Angst, loss of sensation, fighting, character death

Request: Gabriel is your guardian angel and your best friend. Sometimes he likes to take you on little trips places. But one time something goes wrong (you can choose) and he can’t save you. So he brings you back to your brothers (Sam and Dean) to die.

A/N: This is unbeta-ed, so any mistakes are my fault. I might go back and edit it again later, who knows. Sorry this took so long to write! I don’t typically write Gabriel, so this is a little short, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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“Gabriel!” you cried, smiling from ear to ear.

Gabe had appeared in front of your TV just as you’d been setting your bag down for work, and it only took a second before you were running toward the angel and throwing your arms around his shoulders. He was right on time for your weekly excursion, but your excitement to leave town was even more prevalent than usual after a long day at work.

Gabe laughed, picking you up and twirling you. “There’s my girl!” he grinned as he set you back down. Taking a look around, Gabriel whistled in appreciation at your newly decorated apartment. “I like what you’ve done with the place! If I hadn’t watched you struggle to put those shelves up yourself, I would think that a professional did everything for you!”

“Shut up,” you groaned, still smiling all the while. “Some help with the shelves would’ve been nice, you know. And with the paint!”

Gabriel gave you a cheeky grin in response. You couldn’t resist the urge to stick your tongue out at him, which only made him laugh. You knew that he would’ve come if you’d asked, but somehow it felt silly to ask your guardian angel to help you with renovating your apartment. Still, you knew that Gabe wouldn’t have complained.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

Smiling, you nodded and grabbed your rain jacket, wallet, and keys from the hooks by the front door. You knew you never needed anything when you went out with him, but you could never tell if you would have enough time to come back to your apartment before you had to go back to work, and you would need your keys to open the shop the next morning.

“Where are we going today?”

“It’s a surprise.” He gave you a small, secretive smile, excitement glittering in his whiskey-colored eyes. “Close your eyes, Y/N,” Gabe instructed, as always, as he slipped his hand into your free one.

You did as you were told, and when the familiar tugging sensation in your gut dissipated, you opened them again. You couldn’t help but gasp at what you saw.

All around you were the tall sequoia trees you’d only seen secondhand, and the thick mist that the treetops disappeared into was just beginning to settle around you like a cool, soft blanket. There weren’t any tourists nearby—Gabe had a thing about not taking you where there were bound to be lots of people around—and you smiled softly when you saw a family of rabbits hopping around a few yards away. The two youngest were obviously playing a game, and you laughed when the larger of the two surprised the other from behind.

Reddish-brown dirt covered the ground as far as the eye could see, and the little bits of wood chips and branches scattered across it made it a drastic change from the level city sidewalks you were used to walking. Patches of green grass occupied a larger space a little farther off, and you could just make out a series of winding wooden paths that had been built for park guests to wander.

“Do you like it?” Gabe asked, stepping up from behind you.

You hadn’t even realized you’d let go of his hand and began to walk around. Turning, you grinned at him and nodded excitedly.

“This is amazing!” you cried. “I’ve always wanted to come here! I was just watching a documentary about this place last week and—”

“I know!” Gabe chuckled. “Where do you think I got the idea, sweetheart?”

The same cheeky grin from before was plastered across his face as he draped an arm over your shoulders and began to lope along the uneven ground. You walked alongside him, marveling over the trees’ incredible height and the width of their massive trunks.

“Hey Gabe?” you asked after the two of you had been walking for a while. He looked over at you, waiting for you to speak again. “Were you there when God created this forest? I mean, I know they weren’t always this big, but did he help them to grow faster or something? Or were they just little seeds like every other tree?”

Gabriel’s father had always been a touchy subject for him. You knew that he didn’t think too highly of God, but you figured that creation and trees were a pretty neutral subject. Still, Gabriel took a few long moments before he finally looked like he could respond without cursing out his dad.

“They were just seeds when he started. I was so excited to watch him grow them that he even let me plant some of them. You wanna see?” You nodded, and in the blink of an eye, you were standing in front of the famed drive-through tree. Gabe had to grab your arm so you wouldn’t keep going and accidentally walk into the edge of the split trunk, and you looked back at him gratefully.

Once he let go of your arm, you stepped closer and inspected the tree’s trunk. It was ancient and majestic, and you loved it immediately. Anything that Gabe did or created you adored, and this was no exception.

“This is beautiful,” you murmured, running a hand along the rough bark. “Did you really plant the seed for this tree, Gabe, or are you just kidding me?”

He didn’t answer.

Confused, you turned around to find him gone. “Gabe?” you called. “Gabriel?”

When there was no response, you went through the tree to the other side, but he wasn’t there, either. You walked around the whole tree, only to find that your angel was nowhere to be found.

A lump formed in your throat. Where had he gone? He’d never left you before, especially not in the middle of a forest on the other side of the country from your home. Something had to have happened, and you didn’t like the thought of that.

The mist from above had begun to fully settle around you in a thick fog. Your visibility had gone from almost miles to practically nothing, and nervousness bloomed inside of you.

“Gabe? Come on, this isn’t funny!” you cried. Your voice wobbled in fear, despite your best efforts to remain calm.

“I’m over here!”

Whirling around, you tried to figure out where his voice was coming from.

“Y/N!”

“Over here!”

“Come this way!”

“I’m over here!”

This couldn’t be happening—Gabe’s voice was coming from all different directions. That wasn’t possible, unless this was just another one of his jokes.

Pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes, you tried to focus. Which Gabe sounded the most real?

“Y/N, this way!”

Suddenly, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you in their direction. Trying not to stumble, you stepped after them and let your hands drop from your eyes. The person turned, displaying two shining red irises that glinted in the little light that filtered in through the mist.

It wasn’t Gabe.

“Let me go!” you screamed, trying to get out of their grasp. “Gabe! Help!”

The man laughed and pulled you after them. His grip on your arm was as tight as iron, and though you were in shape, there was no way you’d be able to escape from him.

You dug your heels into the soft earth beneath your feet, but it was to no avail. They kept pulling you behind them, and soon you realized that there was only one solution.

With your free hand, you reached into the waistband of your jeans and pulled out the gun you kept there for sticky situations. This, you thought grimly, definitely counts as a sticky situation.

“I said, let me go!”

Letting off a single shot, you forced their grip from your arm and stumbled backward, putting a few feet between you and the stranger. They grabbed onto their arm, howling in pain, but only seconds passed before you realized that the gunshot wound had already healed over.

“Silly hunter,” the man chuckled. “You really think you can get away from me? Your angel isn’t coming for you. He’s never coming for you again.”

The man reached out and threaded one hand into your hair, then yanked hard. You let out a yelp as he pulled your head down so you were forced look up at his grime-covered face. A slow smile spread across his face as he watched your eyes tear up in pain.

“Poor little girl. It’s a shame you had to go this way, but I need your little angel’s full attention. You’re a distraction I can’t afford this time around,” he hissed.

You opened your mouth to say something, only to be stopped by the sensation of pins and needles crawling up your left leg. It moved quickly, and soon there was no feeling at all below your hips.

“No,” you whimpered, grabbing onto the man’s arms to hold yourself up. “Don’t do this, please. I’ll leave him alone. I won’t talk to him ever again! You can’t do this! Don’t hurt me, ple—”

Your senses were slipping away one by one, and as soon as you lost feeling in your face and scalp, you realized that your hearing was quickly diminishing. You managed to get out a few more choked words before you stopped being able to hear yourself speak. Sight was the only thing you had left, as your sense of smell disappeared soon after your ability to listen, and your heart sped up when you realized that you were now on the ground, watching two men grappling for control of a silver sword.

Gabriel!

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when you saw that Gabriel was picking you up in his arms. It was strange to see the world moving around you, at least with your limited sense of sight, and everything seemed to be moving a lot slower than normal. So, it took you by surprise when you blinked and found yourself staring up at the ceiling of the bunker.

You’d moved out two months ago to have a place of your own. After you’d stopped hunting as much to have more of a normal life, your brothers had insisted that you move out so you wouldn’t be so involved in their hunts. You’d agreed, albeit reluctantly, and you hadn’t had a chance to come back to visit them since.

Above you, Sam and Dean had gathered next to Gabriel. Horror was written on all three of their faces, and your heart broke when you realized they were all crying.

Dean reached out and touched your cheek, his mouth moving. When you didn’t answer—or at least you think you didn’t answer, you couldn’t be sure—, his words grew more frantic.

They’re calling my name.

Your vision was beginning to grow darker and darker as time went on, and you struggled to speak.

I’m sorry. I love you. I’m sorry. I love you.

Please don’t leave me.

Please don’t leave.

Please.

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Supportive Regis (Gladnis AU)

So following the Supportive Clarus headcanons, and into the headcanon that Regis is the supportive parental figure to Ignis in Gladnis AU, I’ve tried to come with headcanons for it (adding a Read More for all of you out of the ship/headcanon, not to be bothered by a long post).

Regis and Ignis don’t get to spend too much time together, so his and Gladio’s relationship (as compared to) isn’t as fun/developed as it is between Clarus and Ignis.

The king is a busy man, and he gives priority to spending his free time with Noctis, so there’s very little time left...yet, if it’s up to him, he will choose to see Ignis.

Regis hates the way Ignis bottles up all his feelings, emotions and personal thoughts: he was raised to think he doesn’t matter so long he’s not treating royal issues and being “of use”.

Therefore, Regis will always look for subtle ways to make Ignis talk about his personal life.

Ignis won’t notice when the conversation went from last night’s Council meeting to how Gladio made a mean comment on their last date.

“*gasp* He didn’t”

“Astrals, he did”

Regis knows that if he gives one second to Ignis to think, Ignis will go “My apologies. My personal life isn’t important. We were talking about...” and will go back to robot-mood in which he only works.

That’s why Regis comes up with those awkward teenage-like responses: so that Ignis’ reflex is to answer and carry on with the conversation.

Regis likes Ignis “fangirl” mode: he will ramble a lot and move the hands, but his tone is the same as if he would be treating royal matters: keeps it cool, but if you take his words alone, he’s totally teenage-like rambling on his boyfriend.

At first Regis only wanted Ignis to talk bc it’s not healthy to bottle up everything, but turned out to be deeply interested in the issues themselves.

Plus Regis gives the greatest advise on the romantic issue: not on flirting or making the partner laugh, but on what love means and what it means to have a beloved one.

Regis is a gossip mess in the Gladnis matter.

“Ignis, you won’t believe what Clarus said that Gladiolus said about you the other day”

“Ignis, I heard from Clarus that Gladiolus was who hid your tie- it’s in the training hall”

“Ignis, you won’t believe what Clarus said about you the other day”

“Ignis, bet you can’t guess what Clarus’ going to gift you today”

“Ignis, Clarus said you left a great impression on him”

“Ignis, Clarus says”, “Ignis, Clarus thinks”, “Ignis, I heard that Gladiolus”.

“Ignis, Clarus praises your loyalty”

“Wh-wha- did he really... ahem, apologies. I meant to say I’m deeply honored that  Mr. Amicitia thinks-”

“And he says he’s so happy to have you as son-in-law and loves you”

“DID HE REALLY, OMG”

Indeed, Regis is so weak for Gladnis and Amicitia-Ignis gossip he was who told Ignis he was having dinner for the first time with the Amicitia before even Gladio could ask Ignis.

“IGNIS, SON, GO LOOK FOR YOUR BEST CASUAL-FORMAL ATTIRE. In a day or two you’re going to be asked to have dinner with Clarus and family! :D”

“to haVE WHAT-!? D:” Ignis also accidentally dropped some papers he was carrying by accident after stumbling upon his own feet as he quietly yelped that out.

Ignis doesn’t show it but he’s profoundly concerned of the kind of impression he may leave to Clarus Amicitia as a human being, not just as co-worker, and Regis knows Ignis’ scared.

Regis almost didn’t get it, but he managed to catch up with Ignis when he was leaving the Citadel that day to give him some advise and support for that night.

Ignis was too nervous and forgot everything except “don’t be nervous”.

Regis is also weak for gossip the other way around

“Clarus, you won’t believe what Ignis said about you the other day”

“Clarus, Ignis says he not only respects but also admires you”

“Clarus, the other day Ignis said Mr. Clarus and not Amicitia, omg, he loves you”

“Clarus, bet you can’t guess what Ignis’ going to gift you in your birthday”

“Clarus, the other day Ignis told me he really, really admires you”

“I’m honored to know-”

“And he said you’re more his dad than his real dad”

“...Did he really ;A; <3 “

Also after that first dinner together: “Clarus, Ignis was terrified of last night, you terrify him”

“Oh, was it terror? I thought he was just shy. He shouldn’t be scared, though. He behaved amazingly.”

“Ignis, you left a good impression last night, Clarus said...”

There was this once Noctis told Regis about his “new friend who loves photography”; Regis asked him what kind of stuff he liked to photograph, and when the list got to “sometimes Ignis and Gladio, too”, Regis asked Noctis to ask Prompto for some of those pictures.

That was Regis’ gift to Gladio and Ignis on their second anniversary: a bunch of photographs of the two of them, some of which they didn’t even know about.

Regis is really a fangirl mess for Gladio and Ignis’ relationship. Supports it as hell.

Regis had shown so much care for Ignis and his relationship that he’s the first person to come to Ignis’ mind when he wants to share something, even just a small comment .

Regis is also first in mind when Ignis is overwhelmed by emotions (whether they’re good or bad) and he doesn’t know who to go to (when he can’t/doesn’t want to go to Gladio).

When Ignis’ overwhelmed by emotions he will try to swallow it and “not bother anyone”. Except Regis always notices, and will always ask.

Ignis will say nothing on his emotions, so it’s always up to Regis to scan the guy and see if there’s anything bothering him. That’s the only way Ignis will talk those issues: when asked by Regis.

There was this once Ignis had a fight with Gladio and both snapped bad words (they didn’t mean to), and Ignis was terribly upset but tried not to show it.

Which was fine until he saw Regis.

The mere image of the king, his fatherly figure, looking at him broke him. Still, Ignis tried to keep composure and just started reporting things to Regis.

Regis noticed as soon as Ignis put the head lightly down that something was wrong. He asked, but Ignis ignored him and continued reporting like a robot with a memorized speech unable to stop.

When Regis put a hand on Ignis’ hair, Ignis just broke down.

As reserved and overly respectful as he is, he didn’t dare look up or get closer; he just cried and cried standing there, using his hands to clean his eyes, and apologizing over and over, hating himself because “Why can’t I stop?”

“My apologies, your Highness...I-I’m wetting the report papers...”

Like Regis gave a shit about the report papers.

Regis is always the one who has to bring Ignis in a hug; Ignis won’t touch the king otherwise.

It was Regis’ photographs-gift what brought Gladio and Ignis to apologize and work things out.

Regis knows Ignis is very embarrasssed (in a bad way that saddens the young adviser) because Clarus loves him so much, and he has had dinner with the Amicitia hundreds of time in over 2 years, and he was even given keys of the Amicitia house, while the Scientia haven’t given a chance to Gladio (they’re “too busy for teenage romance nonsense”).

So one day Regis asks for Gladio and Ignis into Council meeting, except there’s no council meeting, and the table is set for dinner.

“Your Majesty, I apologize. What are we celebrating?”

“Gladiolus, please forget about formalities. Tonight is family dinner.  I’m Ignis’ father today.”

Ofc Gladio’s puzzled at first, but Ignis’ just as shocked: he had made comments on his problem with his parent, and had said he would “like to have dinner with Gladio and at least one of his parents”, he just wasn’t expecting this.

Yet, Ignis knew this was a real “family dinner” unlike what he would have gotten had his parents agreed someday.

Regis doesn’t say it but he really wishes to attend two weddings and walk two sons down the aisle one day. Not just Noctis.

Regis feels so much of a dad to Ignis that he once mistook him by that.

“...and that’s why I think it is important to tell your brother.”

“...to tell...who, your Highness? I...do not have any siblings”

“Oh. I meant...I meant Noctis”

Regis is chuckling and snorting at his own stupidity, but Ignis doesn’t understand: he interpreted it as a way of Regis to say Noctis and Ignis were good friends, never once did it cross Ignis’ head that the king had thought he was his son.

One of the last things Regis said to Gladio, regarding Ignis, was: “While I do know he doesn’t require of it, I do ask you to protect Ignis as well. I know your only responsability is to protect my son...but so is Ignis’. Ignis has no sense of self-care, and I fear he will blindly sacrifice himself only for the sake of protecting my son. You can save yourself and Noctis at once, but Ignis forgets he’s a human, and will only save Noctis if the situation is at hand. I do ask you, not as a king but as a father to Ignis, to look after him if necessary. Do not forget that behind your shied there’s not only Noctis; there’s Ignis, using his own body as a second shield for my son in case yours breaks. I ask too much, I’m aware, and while failure is part of life...I do ask you, Gladiolus, walk tall and try not to fail”.

That’s why Gladio takes so serious his role as Shield of the King: not only is it his task as Amicitia and his personal goal/life purpose, it’s also a personal promise to Regis.

Maybe that’s why he becomes SO angry to life and so overprotective to Ignis after Altissia: he failed to Regis. Twice.

I didn’t mean such sad last point but it made so much sense agh I hate me.

I’m a Gladnis trash mess and I regret nothing. I need more Regis in my life,  dammit.

[tactical-sunglasses-blog]

Honestly I just wanted to do this

1: Name: Ivy

2: Age: 18

3: 3 Fears: The dark, abandonment, spiders

4: 3 things I love: Music, memes, Uncharted

5: 4 turn ons: Uhh I don’t really know, I guess (in a sense of imitating character voices or something) roleplaying, scratching, light hair pulling, dirty talk???? Idk man

6: 4 turn offs: Ego the size of Betelgeuse (the star), pushy attitudes, jealousy, too clingy

7: My best friend: The Internet

8: Sexual orientation: I don’t rightly know what to consider myself, can I put down “Undetermined”?

9: My best first date: I’ve never really been on a proper date

10: How tall am I: 5′ 10″ 

11: What do I miss: My cat

12: What time was I born: 4:02 pm

13: Favorite color: Black

14: Do I have a crush: Yeah kinda but we’ve only exchanged the phrases “I brought reusable bags” and “Have a nice day” rip

15: Favorite quote: “I won’t be able to enjoy a single one of these coins knowing you and your worthless brother are still sucking air”

16: Favorite place: Anywhere with food

17: Favorite food: Really any kind of red meat or potato

18: Do I use sarcasm: How do I properly answer this

19: What am I listening to right now: The Sound of Silence (there’s nothing on)

20: First thing I notice in new person: Their aura, like what kind of vibe they give off

21: Shoe size: Women’s 11, men’s 9

22: Eye color: Blue

23: Hair color: Brown, dyed blue/mint green undertone

24: Favorite style of clothing: Is black a style

25: Ever done a prank call?: Yeah but I forgot to *67 so it didn’t work lmao

27: Meaning behind my URL: Rafe is daddy af

28: Favorite movie: Idk man I guess Labyrinth

29: Favorite song: Midnight in Transylvania (Indoor Percussion show)

30: Favorite band: Rammstein or SOAD

31: How I feel right now: I’m pretty bored

32: Someone I love: Platonically or what? Platonically I’d go with like David Tennant cuz he’s my dude but like if it were like a legit love interest I’d have to say ya boi @marshythevamp

33: My current relationship status: Single :/

34: My relationship with my parents: Love my mom, dad is reaaaaaaally iffy

35: Favorite holiday: Halloween

36: Tattoos and piercing i have: None

37: Tattoos and piercing i want: Tattoo of something Uncharted related on my arm or something, like a quote

38: The reason I joined Tumblr: I’m trash and I wanted easier access to fanfic

39: Do I and my last ex hate each other?: yES

40: Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? Yeeeeees <3

41: Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?: No

42: When did I last hold hands?: I don’t even remember

43: How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?: Like 10 minutes

44: Have You shaved your legs in the past three days?: I think so?

45: Where am I right now?: My room

46: If I were drunk and can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?: Why would I be drunk tho

47: Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?: Depends

48: Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Just mom

49: Am I excited for anything?: Yeah boi boutta send a birthday present to my best friend that isn’t the Internet

50: Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?: Yeah man

51: How often do I wear a fake smile?: Yeah, at work

52: When was the last time I hugged someone?: Yesterday

53: What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?: I wouldn’t really care much, but I’d warn the poor girl

54: Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?: I don’t think so

55: What is something I disliked about today?: I worked out for the first time in like ever

56: If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?: Nolan North

57: What do I think about most?: Food probably oops

58: What’s my strangest talent?: I can bend just my fingertips and clover my tongue

59: Do I have any strange phobias?: Public restrooms ????? And black toilets honestly those things are scary, they look like a void

60: Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?: I like both

61: What was the last lie I told?: “Oh yeah working out was fun”

62: Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?: Neither really

63: Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?: Ghosts, yes. Aliens, no.

64: Do I believe in magic?: What kind of magic? Tricks or like legit stuff--

65: Do I believe in luck?: In a sense

66: What's the weather like right now?: Gloomy, it just rained

67: What was the last book I've read?: Where The Wild Things Are

68: Do I like the smell of gasoline?: Not really

69: Do I have any nicknames?: Adler, Fern

70: What was the worst injury I've ever had?: I broke my foot in sophomore year, broke my elbow in kindergarten. Not sure which was worse.

71: Do I spend money or save it?: A bit of both

72: Can I touch my nose with a tongue?: Ew no

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me?: This one Jesus candle I bought as a gag

74: Favorite animal?: Shark

75: What was I doing last night at 12 AM?: Eating a quesadilla

76: What do I think is Satan’s last name is?: Morningstar, duh.

77: What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?: Catgroove

78: How can you win my heart?: Be nice and respect who I am, it doesn’t really take a whole lot.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone?: “This user is Stefan Karl’s meme friend”

80: What is my favorite word?: Hinky

81: My top 5 blogs on tumblr: Comeonrafe, behold-the-goddamn-silver-fox, galaxycat-1459, unchartedwrites, mine-uc BUT LITERALLY I LOVE EVERYONE

82: If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?: “If Sonic is so fast why does Eggman keep catching up to him?”

83: Do I have any relatives in jail?: I think so lmao

84: I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?: Wait is this a Simpson’s reference--But I’d choose the ability to bring characters to life (Is that a superpower?)

85: What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?: Idk???

86: What is my current desktop picture?: I don’t own a computer man, but my lock screen is Sully

87: Had sex?: Nah

88: Bought condoms?: Nope

89: Gotten pregnant?: Unless I’m the Virgin Mary, no

90: Failed a class?: Yeah oops

91: Kissed a boy?: Ye

92: Kissed a girl?: Ye

93: Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?: I don’t rightly remember

94: Had a job?: Yeah

95: Left the house without my wallet?: Guilty

96: Bullied someone on the internet?: Only if they started shit with me

97: Had sex in public?: No ?????? Guys why

98: Played on a sports team?: Marching band counts, right? It better count.

99: Smoked weed?: Once or twice. I didn’t like it much.

100: Did drugs?: Other than Mary’s iguana (lmao) no

101: Smoked cigarettes?: One, didn’t like it. Sam, keep your ciggies.

102: Drank alcohol?: Yee don’t tell the cops

103: Am I a vegetarian/vegan?: Nah

104: Been overweight?: I don’t think so

105: Been underweight?: Yeah :/

106: Been to a wedding?: Yes

107: Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?: Those are rookie numbers

108: Watched TV for 5 hours straight?: ROOKIE

109: Been outside my home country?: No :’)

110: Gotten my heart broken?: More than once

111: Been to a professional sports game?: Kinda? I don’t know if you’d call the Reading Phillies “professional”

112: Broken a bone?: Two or three

113: Cut myself?: By accident? Yeah. On purpose? No.

114: Been to prom?: Yeah

115: Been in an airplane: Ye

116: Fly by helicopter?: Nope

117: What concerts have I been to?: Only my own, unless you’d consider Blue Man Group a concert

118: Had a crush on someone of the same sex?: Yes

119: Learned another language?: Yes kinda

120: Wore make up?: Only on occassion

121: Lost my virginity before I was 18?: No

122: Had oral sex?: No

123: Dyed my hair?: Yeah

124: Voted in a presidential election?: No

125: Rode in an ambulance?: No

126: Had a surgery?: No

127: Met someone famous?: Ye

128: Stalked someone on a social network?: Yes oops

129: Peed outside?: YEAH MAN

130: Been fishing?: Yeah

131: Helped with charity?: Yeah

132: Been rejected by a crush?: Mmhm :(

133: Broken a mirror?: No

134: What do I want for birthday?: Meet a voice actor or meme dad himself, Stefan Karl

[bravado-raven]

Get To Know Me

Tagged by the magnificent @itana-007, Thank you so much for tagging me :D. I apologise for not doing these sooner tumblr isnt giving me damn notifications =P.

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag however many people you want!

THE LAST: 1. Drink: Water 2. Phone call: IRL friend Ash 3. Text message: @haikyuukazoo 4. Song you listened to: It Has Begun ~ Starset 5. Time you cried: 2 hrs ago, lmao.

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: Nup 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: Nope 8. Been cheated on: Nah 9. Lost someone special: Definitely 10. Been depressed: Absolutely 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: Not legally allowed to drink =P

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLOURS: 12-14: Today i’m feeling Turquoise, Brown and Olive

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: Online, Yeah. IRL, lmao who’d wanna talk to this nerd. 16. Fallen out of love: Not sure i truely know what love is. 17. Laughed until you cried: Of course! 18. Found out someone was talking about you: Negative 19. Met someone who changed you: I’ve met ppl who i never want to be like so yeah? i guess? 20. Found out who your friends are: Uh.. i always knew who they were... they are them, weird and unique as they are. 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: HA let’s just stop this at I’ve never kissed someone before.

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of em. 23. Do you have any pets: YA :D 24. Do you want to change your name: Never 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: Celebrated it in Japan with my friends. 26. What time did you wake up: 4:05am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: Probably reading fanfiction 28. Name something you can’t wait for: The sweet release of death? uhh well my friends just organised another hang out so probably that cause i haven’t seen them in what feels like a month. 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: 3 mins ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: My fitness level. 31. What are you listening right now: My dad teaching my baby brother about pumpkins. 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: XD Yeah, he’s in my Chem and Physics and has the same will to live as I do. Man what a meme. 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: Dad 34. Most visited Website: Tumblr, Youtube and Netflix cause i have no life...

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME (Lmaooo) 35. Mole/s: Everywhere, like there are some old friends and some im like ... where u always there?? 36. Mark/s: I mean i always accidentally draw on myself cause im reckless. 37. Childhood dream: I wanted to be a singer which was crushed by my dad telling me i’m not good enough, then i wanted to be a scientist. 38. Hair Colour: Black 39. Long or short hair: Short, I love short hair, though i have no idea what suits me. like i look bad in both but in short I look a little less bad? 40. Do you have a crush on someone: I’m confused... idk if it’s a crush, or if it’s the desire for platonic friendship. (most likely the latter cause im about as romantic as a rag covered in moulded melted cheese) (KITA WTF) 41. What do you like about yourself: Uh.............. 42. Piercings: Nay 43. Bloodtype: O Positive, (at least some aspect of my life is positive) (kita no) 44. Nickname: Niki or Kita 45. Relationship status: Single 46. Zodiac: Capricor 47. Pronouns: Don’t really care for pronouns, call me whatever as long as it isnt mean, then i’ll fite u (pls no) 48. Favorite TV Show: OF ALL TIME, FOREVER WILL BE A:TLA 49. Tattoos: I would love some, but im not sure what of. 50. Right or left hand: Right 51. Surgery: Nada 52. Hair dyed in different colour:  Nein, i’d love like subtle steaks or surprise rainbow fish under but yeah, i like my hair colour. 53. Sport: I was gonna put *runs away* but i know i can’t even do that. 55. Vacation: Take me away, idec where, Surprise trips are great. 56. Pair of trainers: What does this even mean?

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: A *uncrumples packet* Carman’s Original, Fruit Free, Museli bar. 58. Drinking: Nothin rn. 59. I’m about to: Probably binge youtube OR start my Chem homework. 61. Waiting for: a reason to live Something to genuinely smile or laugh at. 62. Want: mental stability?  63. Get married: At this moment in time don’t think so. 64. Career: I have no clue, I wanted to go into medicine but dad said there’s no point cause i probs wont get in and it’s really hard (Thanks dad). at the moment i want any career that allows me to directly help other people (which was why i wanted to go into medicine and help those with terminal illnesses)

WHICH IS BETTER 65. Hugs or kisses: SHORT STORY TIME! So my family isnt a very... intimate? emotional? family. We do hug each other but it’s more like pats on the back, we do not kiss each other and don’t say “I love you” very often and that’s fine, cause it means that when we do, it carries a lot more with it. Now I FEAR kisses and saying the “L” word. Like i don’t like the “L” word in an intimate sense, it scares me. Luv is fine, but “LOVE” has too much emotional meaning behind it for it to be said just willy nilly, for me personally. ANYWAY STORY TIME KINDA? I GUESS OVER. (i choose hugs.) 66. Lips or eyes: Eyes, honestly the amount of times i want to just admire anyone’s eyes is uncountable. The unique patterns and shade and lighting UH. 67. Shorter or taller: Taller.  68. Older or younger: Honestly the elderly and the youth scare me. I’m okay with anyone as long as they accept me. 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: Nice person. 71. Sensitive or loud: Both. If you wanna be loud by thor be as loud as you want (as long as you respect that we all have a right to quiet), if u wanna talk bout ur feelings sure i’ll listen, can’t help but i’ll listen. 72. Hook up or relationship: What is a hook up? Relationship i guess? 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: Again, No to the kisses. 75. Drank hard liquor: Again, Not legally allowed too. 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: Don’t wear em. 77. Turned someone down: HA who’d want me 78. Sex on the first date: Let’s just stop at “first date”  79. Broken someone’s heart: Lmao i hope not, don’t waste ur time on my dumb ass. I’m too oblivious for that. 80. Had your heart broken: Idk if it counts as a “heart break” if ur like, 13. Like chill child your still young. 81. Been arrested: Nah 82. Cried when someone died: Of Course. 83. Fallen for a friend: Tripped, yes. in love? Don’t think so.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: HELL NO :D 85. Miracles: pffft, nah 86. Love at first sight: Absolutely not. 87. Santa Claus: A creepy old white fat man that gives me presents? (sugar daddy) 88. Kiss on the first date: Again, Kisses are a No-No unless i share a very strong emotional bond with you (even then u’d be lucky)

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: probs this scrub @beeboplox 91. Eyecolor: Brown.  92. Favorite movie: The incredibles?

TAGGING TIME: The usual @whovian1077, @firthermore​, @haikyuukazoo​, and anyone who wants to do this.

100% optional! If ya would like me to stop tagging you gimme a shout and i’ll stop (also goes if you’d like to be tagged). Thanks y’all for being awesome. =PP