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souluble · 4 years ago

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✿ Scenarios ✿

Inumaki Toge / Nobara Kugisaki / Junpei Yoshino / Itadori Yuji

✿ Playing videogames with them

Inumaki Toge

✿ Ok he’s a canon troll and most definitely throws the first round then absolutely carries the second round to get play of the game which annoys his teammates to no end.

✿ His notficiations are overflowing with friend requests and he never declines them he just lets them pile up.

✿ Inumaki has a hacker client downloaded and when you finally found out he offered to send you the link.

✿ If his team makes him play healer the only people he’s going to heal is you and the new player who doesn’t understand the difference between left click and right click.

✿ When you play with him he likes to be on opposite teams so he can cross team, he always ends up killing you though.

✿ Leaning over Inumakis shoulder you watched as his fingers effortlessly glided across the keyboard as he commanded his teammates to rush the enemy line. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he clicked away at his mouse before letting out a frustrated groan when his screen turned a vivid red signifying his defeat.

Maneuvering around his chair you placed yourself on his lap and pulled the keyboard closer to your reach “Can I try? It’s a shooter game right?” titling your head back you peered up at his flushed face.

Resting his chin on your head Inumaki placed his hands over yours to maneuver your fingers over the proper keys “Salmon”

With an excited glint in his eyes he watched as you jokingly made your character run into walls and shoot your teammates by mistake to agitate them.

Whenever someone would ridicule your skill in the chat Inumaki was quick to start typing up a spiteful message that would get the two of you banned from the lobby.

His account ended up getting suspended for 24 hours that afternoon but he assured you that he didn’t mind.

Nobara Kugisaki

✿ She isn’t fond of keyboards because mouse spamming makes her finger cramp up, she plays with a controller connected to her console.

✿ Do not play with her If your sensitive, she rages a lot especially when someone throws and isn’t afraid to call to them out.

✿ Definitely uses the voice chat and makes herself leader and no one really argues because her win rate is so high.

✿ If you play with her she’s going to be tailing you non-stop to make sure you don’t die and make you double kill with her to get team points.

✿ If there someone being toxic in the voice chat she’s going to be coming for their throat, make sure to back her up but don’t let her get carried away she already has two strikes on her account.

✿ Only accepts friends requests from people who are the same rank as her or a rank higher, she says the higher ranks are cocky.

✿ The sound of the controllers joystick being pushed around bounced off the walls as a string of curses left her lips “I always get the worst competitive teams”

Nobara let out a loud dramatic exhale as she swiveled around in her chair to face you with puppy eyes “play with me please!! Just one match so my ranking can go up” jutting her bottom lip out she reached out to you.

“Just one match! We have an early mission tomorrow”

“I promise just one match!! It’ll be short and then we can go shopping!”

What was originally supposed to be a quick game turned into multiple as Nobara had formed a party over the last couple of rounds “Y/N go left and flank from behind”

Following her orders you made your character crouch behind the in game objects before going for the kill. The score was tied 4 - 4 and whoever got the last point would win. Nobaras party was on a winning streak and she refused to loose even if she had already ranked up.

“Take point!! Touch point!” Nobaras yelling came to a stop as the screen went black and the words ‘defeat’ flashed across her screen, with a frustrated huff she muted her mic before heading over to you with a defeated look on her face.

“Can we at least still go shopping?”

Junpei Yoshino

✿ He’s surprisingly a really good sniper and only plays DPS, If you make him play anything else he will leave the lobby.

✿ Junpei plays on those public school servers and purposely only targets his classmates, he finds great joy in making them rage quit.

✿ He has never sent out a friend request and refuses to, you had to send him the request if you wanted to be in game friends.

✿ If someone’s targeting you he’s going to spawn camp them even if it means throwing for his team.

✿ Doesn’t use chat, he has it muted to ignore all the trash talk but if he likes his team he’ll drop a ‘GG’ in the chat after a win.

✿ Probably has a hacker client installed too, but he actually paid for it and uses it frequently, his account shockingly has never gotten banned.

✿ Junpei sat crossed legged on the floor as his fingers skimmed over the controller buttons while you sat on his neatly made bed with your controller tossed to the side. His head rested comfortably on your thighs as you brushed his bangs to the side so he could the screen.

Your character had died at the beginning of the match and Junpei was hellbent on killing the person who killed you “Upper left” you watched as he aimed the crosshair with precision before pressing the trigger on the controller.

With a gasp at the accurate headshot you clapsed your hands together “You got them Ino!” a small smile appeared on his face as he looked up at you shyly.

“It wasn’t really anything that special”

“Yes it was! You were all the way on the other side of the map and the shot still hit!”

Facing back towards the screen you watch as Junpei got play of the game once more, if it weren’t for his mute chat you could already see the complaints from the enemy team.

Titling his head back you bent over to press a kiss to Junpei’s forehead “let’s play another match?”

With red ears he looked away from you with a teasing smile “As long as you don’t die first again”

Itadori Yuji

✿ Itadori is that one person who makes small talk in the waiting lobby then asks if everyone wants to stay as a team yet leaves as soon as they start loosing.

✿ Only joins games where everyone’s in voice chat because he doesn’t like the awkward silence when no ones talking.

✿ His aim is so bad and he genuinely doesn’t know why, absolutely despises snipers especially when he doesn’t see them until after he dies.

✿ He’s so cute if he sees you online he’s going to be sending you party invites and asking you to join his games.

✿ Prefers to be on opposite teams with you so that he can kill you before anyone else does, his teamates pity you because your always dying first.

✿ You leaned back in your chair and let out a scream at the sudden death of your character “YUJI” a nervous chuckel erupted form your boyfriends throat as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Sorry Y/N but I just don’t want anyone else killing you”

Silence filled the room as you stared at him with a blank look on your face, whenever you play videgames with Yuji he always refuses to be on the same team as you. His reason being that he isn’t good enough at the game to protect you and if your on opposite teams he’s able to kill you first so one else can.

“You actually DONT have to kill me everytime!”

“But then someone else will kill you!” rushing up from his seat Itadori threw himself at you as he burried his head into your stomach and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that playing with him was not a fun experience when he was always so excited to see your gamer tag pop up on his screen.

Glancing towards his screen you watched as his character got taken out “fine fine let’s play another game, I’ll just avoid you this round”

Shaking his head in a ‘no’ manner Itadori let out a loud whine at your statement “No Y/N! You’ll die if you run away from me”

“I’m going to die either way!”

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zozophoenixxx · 4 years ago

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OK I'M REWATCHING HTTYD BC I NEED SEROTONIN SO YE

Here are some Things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨httyd 1✨

The reason to their ugly ass names is because "parents believe a hideous name will frighten off gnomes and trolls"

One of the reasons to Hiccup's skills and abilities with building stuff is because he was Gobber's apprentice since he was little

- HOW COME I COMPLETELY FORGOT THIS?!😳

I feel like Stoick's the only person that would get into a fist fight with a dragon 😂

"We're Vikings. It's an occupational hazard" I missed this 🥺

I love how Stoick's just so passionate about being a Viking

"It's only fun if you get a scar out of it"

OMG I JUST REALIZED THAT WHEN HICCUP SAYS "it looks like it's just you and me huh?" In RTTE he was referring back to this one scene in the first movie where he says the same thing to Astrid when they're training against the Gronckle

"The unholy offspring of lightining and death itself" BADASS✋🏼😩

Guys... Hiccup looks weird with 2 legs...

Ok but whenever they're fighting the Nadder and Astrid lectures Hiccup about taking things seriously and choosing sides... I feel like she's also trying to convince herself to take it seriously because after hitting the Nadder she kinda looked... Like she regretted it..

The way toothless shares his fish with Hiccup🥺 his facial expressions and how he's literally expecting hiccup to eat and SWALLOW it AND THE WAY HE ALSO COPIES HIS SMILE🥺🥺🥺🥺

DRAWINGS ‼️‼️‼️‼️

There's no way toothless didn't notice when Hiccup was putting the new tail in for the first time... I think at that point he already trusted him enough to do that...

I love how Astrid won't take shit from the boys

"Oh, I'm hurt! I am very much hurt!" JABDHSHA

Astrid looked so gorgeous in min 39:04 🤩

The part where they're all just shocked that Hiccup managed to convince the zippleback to go into its cage

TEST DRIVE 🥺🤩😁

The way the scene becomes way more badass right after hiccup throws away the cheat sheet and just acts on impulse 🤩

"Everything we know about you guys is wrong"

"Ow why would you do that?!" "That's for the lies. And that's for everything else" YOUNG HICCSTRID 🥺🥺

"Thank you for nothing you useless reptile" JAHDHAHSHA I LOVE THIS SCENE

ROMANTIC FLIGHT 💓😚❤️😍🧡💞✨💓💕💫I don't think I've ever been happier

"that's for kidnapping me... *kiss* And that's for everything else"

"What are you gonna do about it?" "Probably something stupid"

I swear the amount of amazing lines this movie has 🤩✋🏼

Why had I completely forgotten about the red death?

No because the way they literally made it implode

And the way toothless saved hiccup and had him completely wrapped with his wings and legs 🥺

KISSY KISSY KISSY KISS KISSSSSSS✋🏼😩😁🥰💝😍💞💖😚😌

I finished it and now I'm sad :(

Alsoooo read the tags and help me cause I'm not sure and I don't remember and also let me know what u think

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mirkwoodshewolf · 4 years ago

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Family reunion; Sirius Black x daughter teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is my first Harry Potter fanfic in awhile so if I get anything wrong, I apologize in advance. So this takes place during POA and I know it kinda drags along in some parts but I promise it gets better in some parts. Now idk if I'll make a sequel to this part, maybe with enough encouragement from you guys, maybe I'll get around to writing a part 2 that takes place during Order of the phoenix. But for now please enjoy this oneshot of Sirius Black.

Warnings: Swearing, mild violence, death of parent(s), bit of angst and fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

@platawnic

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If you had told me that when I first walked through the halls of Hogwarts that in my 5th year that I would reunite with my dad, honestly I would believe it. I always believed my father was innocent, even at just 3 years old I remember that night very clearly. Because it wasn’t just the night that my godfather James and god mother Lily were killed, but my mother was also killed that day.

I saw with my own eyes (my mum had borrowed my godfather’s invisibility cloak to hide me) as Peter Pettigrew killed my mother with the ultimate unforgivable curse. I remember crying over her dead body pleading for her to wake up, I remember daddy walking in and seeing us on the floor and him crying alongside me.

I especially remember when he left me at uncle Remus’ place for protection to go hunt Pettigrew only to be framed for murder of not only him but 12 muggles.

Since then my uncle was next in line to take care of me should anything happen to either my parents or godparents (my mum had no other living relatives and my dad wanted to ensure that I had no ties to the Black family tree should the worse happen).

For years I’ve been under my uncle Remus’ care who believed every word the Ministry said about my dad. He didn’t want to but the evidence was stacked against my dad (even though no deep investigation had been made).

Anyways—oh wait I’m getting ahead of myself. I tend to do that a lot. The name’s (Y/n) Lupin-Black, I’m currently a 5th year Hogwarts student in Ravenclaw (my mum’s house). Even though I’m in Ravenclaw I’ve been friends with the Weasley twins Fred and George since our first year when the two of them stole my notes and wouldn’t give it back till I could tell them apart.

Amazingly I did and since then they’ve stuck to me like glue. The three of us do cause a bit of trouble at times (I get my mischievous side from my dad and brains from my mum, according to Gryffindor’s head professor, Professor McGonagall).

I also have an ability that I also inherited from my dad. I am a legal animangus, in fact I’m the youngest animangus the Ministry ever recorded.

It took a lot of hard work and training in order to focus but by my second year I had mastered the ability. My animangus form is a puma, and I’ve used it to help with my uncle’s—condition. In fact that was the reason I wanted to become one.

He was at first against it but with a letter recommendation from Professor McGonagall and my head of house, Professor Flitwick, my uncle had no choice but to allow me to go through it.

Now as a 5th year, things have been—hectic these past few years since Harry Potter came to Hogwarts. The Chamber of Secrets had been opened last year, and we had an incident with a troll, lost 2 DADA professors (but what else is new with that), but this year my uncle is the new professor for that class, and so far according to the Golden trio, everyone loves him.

But back to this story about my dad. This year everyone at Hogwarts was on alert because my dad had escaped from Azkaban, the first ever wizard to ever do such a thing. Now our school was to be housing for the Dementors until my dad was found and captured.

I tried to keep a low profile about it but at nights whenever I helped my uncle out during his ‘wolf-trots’ I would also try to see if I could find my dad.

Then one night it happened.

I was out with uncle Remus but I had lost trace of him through the Forbidden forest. As I walked along in my puma form, my ears soon picked up the sound of barking. Not werewolf barks, they were—dog barks? But why was a dog all the way out here? Dogs are the sort of creatures allowed within a mile of Hogwarts, nor can they get pass the barrier.

I raced on ahead and when I stood over a cliff but lowered myself down behind the rocks. There I saw a scruffy, lean, but massive black dog barking at a few Acromantulas. God I hate those things, I don’t care what Hagrid says, spiders can’t be trusted! And I was right because right now this dog was being attacked by about seven of these things.

As one of them knocked the dog down and pinned it to the ground, ready to bite it and fill it with its venom, I let out a protective roar. The spiders all looked up at me and I leapt down from the cliff and stood protectively in front of the black dog.

With a slash of my paws, I struck one of the spiders across it’s many eyes before biting down on it and tossing it like a paper ball. I then leapt forward and pinned one of the other spiders down. Another one tried to attack me but as it reared upward, the dog suddenly came up and rolled around with the spider.

I bit the head off the one I had pinned before racing across and swiping the legs off another one. Soon realizing that they couldn’t win since a few of their siblings had already fallen, the rest of the spiders retreated back into their burrows and caves. I let out a loud and aggressive roar before turning towards the dog.

We walked towards each other till we stood face to face of one another. As I stared at this dog, something about it was familiar to me. Through the scruffy, madded fur and the very lean body I looked into it’s eyes and if I were back in my human form I would’ve gasped.

This wasn’t any ordinary dog, it—it was him. My dad. Of course this was his animangus form, I remember! All the times he’d chase me around in his dog form when I was little, our nights curled up under the stars whenever mum wasn’t home, it was him!

My ears bent back as I sniffed at him. When he noticed that I wasn’t any ordinary puma, he came up and sniffed around me. He let out a surprised grunt as his ears perked up and his tail went up as it softly began to wag.

I leaned my head up against his letting out a loud, affectionate purr and he nuzzled against my head as well. His paw would reach up and lightly touch the side of my head, almost as if he were embracing me. We continued to nuzzle each other and I knew that if we could both show our human forms, we’d both be weeping hysterically as we’d hug and kiss each other.

But for now, our animangus forms would have to do. As his head rested on my chest, I licked down his neck where I had seen a pretty bad scratch. I licked his wound when we both heard the sound of a werewolf’s howl. Uncle Remus.

We both turned towards the direction of the howl before looking back at each other. Dad gave me a gentle nod. I looked between him and the direction of the howls hesitantly while giving him sad eyes. How could I leave him when I just found him after 12 years. He came up to me and licked my muzzle up to behind my ears. He then backed up and let out a couple of confident yet soft barks.

I nodded and nuzzled him again purring before licking his face affectionately. I backed up and walked to where uncle Remus was but turned back to dad one last time. He let out another bark before I let out a low meow before racing on ahead to find uncle Remus.

That was over a month ago, but here is where our story truly begins. Harry and his friends were slowly starting to piece together the story of my dad and Peter Pettigrew but with some straying doubt from my uncle, Harry still believed that my dad betrayed his parents and sold them to Voldemort.

I myself have tried to get him to see that my father wasn’t a threat but Harry has shut himself away from me. He’s called me practically every name in the book and refuses to listen to me, hell he barely can even stand the sight of me. Ron’s also elected to ignore me and treat me just like the school and the whole wizarding world has treated my dad.

Hermione on the other hand tolerates me just a bit more. She wants to believe what I have to say but due to the 12 long years of ‘evidence’ against my dad, she can’t seem to fully understand why the wizarding community would lie about framing an innocent man.

I sat alone by the Black lake looking up at the gloomy sky and stared out into the still, calm lake. I let out a heavy sigh when I heard a voice behind me.

“You should really started heading back to the castle, it’s almost curfew time.” I turned around and there stood uncle Remus. “And I would hate to give my niece a detention.”

“Please. You couldn’t find it in your heart to ground me for a week when the Weasley twins and I exploded the supply closet in the potions classroom in our second year.”

“Yes but I did give you a stern good lecture about messing with those chemicals.” He sat down beside me on the rocky surface and stared out the lake alongside me. “This reminds me back to my years at school with your father and the rest of my friends. We always snuck out here to this lake for late night swims.”

“Now, now uncle don’t go influencing me. You never know I might just run it by the twins.” I teased.

“(Y/n).” he started in that lecturing manner of his.

“Kidding, kidding. I know of the dangers of this lake.”

“Plus I never approved of us coming here to swim. It was always James and…….” He trailed off.

“Uncle do you really believe dad did what people said he did?” I said as I looked up at him. He sighed deeply and said in a soft manner.

“As much as I want to believe it didn’t happen, I wasn’t there to say it wasn’t your father.”

“But I’ve told you countless times about my mother’s death! I saw with my own eyes who it was that killed her.”

“And I don’t doubt that. But with your godparents and those 12 muggles……your father’s family ties…..”

“Don’t define him! That’s why he made sure to not let anyone of the Black family tree get custody of me! Why he made sure that you were to be my guardian after papa James and mama Lily died!”

“If I‘m being honest he shouldn’t have done it to begin with.”

“Because of your condition?” he went silent. “Uncle……I never cared about that. You were never a monster to me. Why do you think I studied to be an animangus?” he turned to me.

“I’m just thankful you didn’t do the same thing your father did. Going ‘bout it the illegal route.” He cupped the side of my face, “You know Harry’s not the only one with his parent’s appearance.” I smiled solemnly.

“I know. My mother’s face but I have my father’s eyes.” It’s true. Throughout all my life I had been told of people, especially uncle Remus here that I look practically identical to my mother, my eyes however are just like my father’s.

“I wish that she did get to see the women you grew up to be. She would be very proud of you.”

“Sometimes I—fear that I’m starting to forget about her.” I admitted to him. Uncle Remus stroked my hair and allowed me to rest my head on his shoulder as an arm wrapped around me.

“Just think of how you succeeded throughout your schooling. That’s your mother right there. She was far too clever for her own right, even more than me. I’ll even admit that at times I was jealous of her at times.” We both softly laughed.

“I do recall dad telling me some of your little competitions you and mum used to do to prove just who was the most clever. She always beat you.”

“Not at everything!”

“I’m kidding. I know you did beat her at some stuff.” I looked up and saw my uncle looking toward the sky. He almost seemed deep in thought about something. “Uncle? Uncle? Uncle Remus?”

“Hmm? Oh sorry love. But back to the reason why I came here; even though I am your uncle and guardian, I’m still a professor at this school and I order you to get back to the castle.”

“Yes Professor Lupin.” I said as I got up and walked away. However I snuck behind a tree because I wanted to see just where he was going.

If he wanted me to get back to the castle so urgently, why not just take me all the way there himself? What’s he up to? So I quietly followed behind him in my animangus form. Sticking to the shadows and any tall shrub or bush to hide myself from my uncle, I crouched down low behind a rock as he now stood before the Whomping willow tree.

He took out his wand and said a spell which made the tree go still. Once the branches went still, I saw him enter inside a small entrance of the tree and I quickly followed, now phasing back into my normal form.

I noticed that this place now suddenly looked like some sort of shack. It was haunting and creaks and groans were heard all around me. I reached out for my wand but before I could even grab it, I felt something touch my neck and a low, graveled voice said.

“Don’t. Move.” Ahh bollocks!

“Professor Snape.” I said lowly, trying to not be a threat. Yeah much like my dad, Professor Snape pretty much hated me since day one (I’m pretty sure he hates every student that isn’t a Slytherin).

“Sneaking out past curfew, allying in your father’s hiding, I would have the right mind to have you expelled from Hogwarts and have you be taken to Azkaban alongside your fugitive of a father.” Oh man did I really wanna punch him at this point.

“Professor you know he’s—” I felt his wand press harder against my neck as he hissed in my ear.

“It’s your word against the Ministry’s. Now follow me and do as your told.” Knowing I had no other choice, I allowed him to lead me up the stairs where I heard my dad’s voice say.

“Peter Pettigrew. And he’s in this room! Right now!”

“Take your wand out, and if he’s armed, disarm him.” I took my wand out and as my dad was calling out for Peter to come out, I stepped forward and cried out.

“Expelliarmus!” I saw as a wand fell out of my dad’s hand and that’s when my dad turned to me in shock.

“(Y/n)?” he gaped at me.

“(Y/n) what are you doing here?! I thought I told you to go back to the castle!” uncle Remus said.

“You should’ve realized that she’s more like her father in every way. Including disobedience.” Professor Snape soon made himself known as he now aimed his wand at my back, making sure to let my dad see it. “Vengeance is sweet. How I hoped to be the one to catch you.”

“Severus—” my uncle started off. Snape sent him one dirty look and as usual my uncle submitted as Snape hissed out.

“I told Dumbledore you were helping an old friend into the castle and now here’s the proof.”

“Brilliant Snape. Once again you put your keen impenetrating mind to the task, and as usual it comes to the wrong conclusions. Now if you’ll drop your wand and step away from my daughter, Remus and I have unfinished business to attend to!” his wand moved from my back to my throat.

“Give me a reason. I beg you.” He challenged my father.

“Dad.” I pleaded with fearful eyes.

“It’ll be alright darling.” He assured me. His eyes then turned cold as he stared at Snape. “It’s one thing when you put your nose where it doesn’t belong, but when you force others to do your dirty work for you, that’s where I draw the line. If you don’t let my daughter go now, then I will show you a reason why I belong in Azkaban!”

“Sirius don’t be a fool.” Uncle Remus said.

“Well he can’t help it Remus it’s habit.”

“Quiet Sirius!”

“Quiet yourself Remus!”

“Listen to you two quarreling like an old married couple.” Snape said but that’s when dad sassed back at him.

“Why don’t you run along and play with your chemistry set!?” I was then shoved out of the way as Snape now had his wand right at my father’s neck now. I fell to the ground but was quickly brought back up and held in my uncle’s arms.

“I could do it you know. But why deny the Dementors? They’re so longing to see you. Do I detect a flicker of fear? Oh yes, a Dementor’s kiss, one can only imagine what that much be like to endure. It’s said to be unbearable to witness but I’ll do my best.”

“Severus please.” My uncle tried to reason with him again. Once again Snape glared at my uncle and sneered once again.

“After you. Then we can deal with that rebel daughter of his next.” The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife before suddenly Harry called out.

“Expelliarmus!” then Snape went flying back towards an old rotten bed which collapsed right on him.

“Harry what did you just do?” asked Ron.

“You attacked a teacher!” Hermione exclaimed.

“Tell me about Peter Pettigrew.” Harry demanded as he pointed his wand at my uncle and I.

“He was an old school friend of theirs.” I answered him.

“No. Pettigrew’s dead. You killed him!” Harry said as he now pointed his want towards my dad.

“No he didn’t. I thought he was too till you mentioned seeing Pettigrew on the map.” Uncle Remus said.

“The map was lying then!” Harry argued.

“The map never lies! Pettigrew’s alive! And he’s right there!” my dad said before pointing towards Ron.

“Me? He’s mental!”

“Not you Ron! Your rat!” I told him.

“Scabbers? But he’s been in my family for—”

“12 years?! Curious long life for a common garden rat. He’s missing a toe isn’t he?”

“So what?” demanded Ron.

“All they could find of Pettigrew was his……” Harry started off.

“Finger.” Both my dad and I said. The two of us looked at each other and softly smiled before my dad continued.

“The dirty coward cut it off so that everyone would think he was dead. And then he transformed into a rat!”

“Show me.” Harry ordered. At this point my dad went to grab Ron’s rat but of course he refused to let go. Once he managed to get Pettigrew out of Ron’s grip, Ron pleaded for my dad to leave Scabbers alone. Hermione and I held him back so that my dad and uncle could finish the job.

Unfortunately Pettigrew was too fast for them to get a good shot to change him back. So I quickly whipped out my wand and right as the rat went for a hole in the wall, I shot the spell and he soon morphed, for the first time in over 12 years, back into the stout, pudgy man that killed my mother.

My dad and uncle pulled him out of the wall and for the first time, Harry, Ron and Hermione saw Peter Pettigrew, the real man behind my father’s framed crime and the person responsible for Harry’s parent’s death and my mother’s killer.

“Remus…….S-Si-Sirius? My old friends.” Pettigrew praised before trying to make an escape for it, but they wouldn’t have it. When his eyes soon lay on me, I felt my blood boil. “Ohh little (Y/n). So much like your mother, and with your father’s eyes. You remember me right? Your old uncle Pete—” as he came closer to me, I allowed my puma claws to come out as I scratched him across the face. He whimpered as blood now began to seep down his face.

“You have no right to talk to me!” I growled at him. “I saw what you did that night! I WAS THERE YOU BASTARD!! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!!” this time Ron and Hermione had to be the ones to hold me back from tearing that rat apart.

He shielded away from me in fear before turning to Harry who was just stunned in shock.

“Harry, look at you. You look so much like your father. Like James. We were best friends you know……”

“How dare you speak to Harry!” my dad hissed protectively. “How dare you talk about James in front of him!” soon the two of them had Pettigrew pinned by the piano, their wands at the ready.

“You sold James and Lily to Voldemort didn’t you!?” my uncle demanded.

“I didn’t mean to.” Wept the rat man pathetically. He then began to go off on a ramble of how Voldemort was powerful and had weapons we had no idea he possessed. “What would you have done Sirius? What would you have done?”

“I would’ve died! I would’ve died rather than betray my friends or the woman I love!” my dad exclaimed as Peter tried to make his escape. Harry blocked his escape but Peter whispered into his ear about something.

Finally I decided to step in and I pulled the rat away from my godbrother and aimed my wand at him. Without even hesitating my father and uncle joined at my side and I said.

“Then you should know uncle. That if the Dark Lord didn’t kill you, then we will!”

“No wait!” Harry exclaimed. My breathing sharpened as I said.

“Harry, this bastard……”

“I know what he is (Y/n). But we’ll take him to the castle. Together.” He placed his hand on top of mine and he softly whispered, “Would you mother want this?” I looked at him, tears starting to form in my eyes.

I turned back to Pettigrew who was now on his knees praising Harry for his mercy.

“Bless you boy. Bless you sweet boy.”

“Get off!” Harry snapped. “I said we’d take you back to the castle. Afterwards the Dementors can have you.” oh now this I like. The traitor’s face turned from pure bliss to absolute horror as he fidgeted fearfully trying to make himself smaller.

After leaving the Shrieking Shack and exited out of the Whomping Willow, I watched as my dad walked ahead and stood to look up at the school.

I looked to Harry and gave him a soft nod. His eyes showed hesitation but with a gentle shove he walked towards my father and I watched as the two of the proceed to talk with each other.

“You knew he was innocent?” Hermione said to me.

“Yes, I did. As I said back there it wasn’t just uncle James and Aunt Lily that died because of Peter. I was there to see my mother die right before my eyes. She had the invisibility cloak at the time, probably stole it from uncle James just to spite him or something. But she hid me with it and I saw as Peter came in and killed her with the last of the unforgivable curses.”

“I’m so sorry (Y/n). To think you had to see something like that.”

“We’re sorry we’ve been wankers to you about this (Y/n). Harry and I especially, can you forgive us?” Ron said. I softly smiled and ruffled his hair.

“There’s nothing to forgive Weasley. Although you’re gonna have to do a lot of kissing up to your brothers Fred and George. They’ve been wanting to slug you for your behavior towards me.”

Then something happened that I wished never did. The clouds slowly began to move away to reveal the full moon. Oh no!

“Uncle Remus!” I exclaimed but it was too late. He was starting to transform into his werewolf form.

My dad quickly ran up to him trying to hold his transformation back, but it was no use. The agonizing groans and screams coming out of my uncle as his bones snapped and broke before changing and morphing to fit his upcoming werewolf body. And to make matters worse, Pettigrew seized that opportunity to escape from our grasp.

Even though Harry disarmed him with an Expelliarmus spell, it still didn’t stop the rat from turning into true form before making his escape. My dad knowing he couldn’t hold uncle Remus any longer told us to run.

Soon my dad was thrown down the hill and I exclaimed out.

“DAD!!” I quickly ran towards uncle Remus hoping I could knock some sense into him before his final transformation came around. “Uncle Remus you can fight it! The monster does not control you, you control it! Fight it! Think harder on your human senses!”

Just like my father, I too was sent down towards the hill as the last thing I heard was the sound of my uncle’s werewolf howl.

When I opened my eyes, I saw myself in Madam Pomfrey’s nursing wing.

“(Y/n), oh thank goodness you’re awake. Can you stand up?” Hermione’s voice said over me. My vision finally came back and I said.

“What happened?”

“There’s not a lot of time to explain (Y/n) but your dad’s in serious danger. The Dementors are going to suck his soul.”

“What!?” I said fearfully as I shot up. “They can’t do that. He’s innocent!”

“Which is why I need to ask if you can stand and walk?”

“Yeah I can but why?” she pulled me up from my bed over to Harry who stood at the center of the room.

“Sorry Ronald but you can’t walk.” She then took a necklace out from her shirt and placed the chain around Harry and I before holding out what looked like a mini-hourglass.

The pendent began to spin around and soon right before our very eyes, the world around us seemed to go backwards. Night turned into the gloomy afternoon once more as the medical wing was now abandoned and Hermione stopped the pendant’s spinning and she said as she took the chain off of mine and Harry’s neck and tucked it back into her shirt.

“Where were we at this hour Harry?”

“Uhh going to Hagrid’s I think.”

“And (Y/n) where were you at this time?”

“I was down at the Black Lake with uncle Remus, why?”

“Alright come on!” she took off running. Harry and I ran after her confused asking her just what was going on.

That’s when she explained to us about the time turner necklace she had been given by Professor McGonagall, and she explained to Harry that that was how she was able to do all her classes this term.

So throughout the day we went down to Hagrid’s and I even got to see Hermione sucker punch Malfoy right in the nose (which I praised her on). We went down to Hagrid’s hut and we made our plan to save Buckbeak the Hippogriff (apparently Professor Dumbledore said that more than one life could be spared today).

As the day went on, it was nearly time to try and save my dad. So we sat just down the hill from the Whomping Willow. We watched as uncle Remus came in and made the tree stop it’s swaying for a brief moment before entering inside, followed by me shortly after him.

“Wait you’re also an animangus?” Harry asked me.

“Surprised?” I asked him.

“When did you become one?” asked Hermione.

“I was roughly around your age when I took my test before the Wizard council to get my official license. They said I was the youngest registered animangus there ever was.” I looked up and said, “And there goes Snape. Right in after me.”

The two young teens turned and saw that Snape did go in shortly after me.

“Now we wait I guess.” Harry said. We all made ourselves comfortable because we knew it would be awhile before we all left the Shrieking shack and came back before the Whomping Willow.

Then after seeing us come out, I watched as Harry went down to talk to my dad and that’s when he told me.

“You see me there talking to Sirius? He had just asked me to come live with him, you as well (Y/n). He talked about you and your mother a lot. As well as my parents.”

“I know. They were really good friends Harry. Even at just 3 years old, I knew my dad would never have betrayed yours. Never, not even if he were tortured. That’s why he named your parents my godparents.”

“I guess we were meant to be siblings either way.” I softly grinned at him and ruffled his hair before pushing his glasses back up his nose.

“I remember be so excited to have a younger ‘sibling’. Though I’ll admit I wanted you to be a girl, but you eventually grew on me.” Hermione giggled while Harry turned away embarrassedly.

Then that’s when the trouble began. We saw uncle Remus transform into his werewolf form, the fight between him and my dad (who was in his animangus form), and then even be chased by him when Hermione howled to stop him from attacking Harry.

I phased into my animangus form to protect Hermione and Harry in case my uncle came around to find us. When he did, I stood protectively in front of my brother and Hermione snarling and roaring at him. But before we could charge at each other, Buckbeak had came in and fought my uncle off.

Man poor uncle Remus is having a really rough night. I then felt a coldness in the air and when we looked up we saw the Dementors flying towards where my dad must’ve been at after the fight with uncle Remus.

I gestured for Hermione and Harry to get on my back and once they were on, I raced on ahead and we stopped across the frozen lake and we all watched with horror as the Dementors began to suck out both Harry’s and my dad’s souls.

“Now just wait Hermione, my dad will come. He’ll be standing right there.” Harry said as he got off my back and walked a few steps ahead of us. Hermione and I looked at each other sympathetically and she got off my back as well and stood beside him.

“Harry—your dad’s…….”

“Dead I know but just watch. He’ll cast the Patronus right there. Just like he did before.” We waited and waited but all we saw were my dad and Harry dying right before our eyes.

“You’re dying Harry. Both of you.” I said as I morphed back into my normal form. God I had heard of witnessing a Dementor’s kiss is something awful but—god this was torture. I wanted to step in and save my dad and Harry from the Dementors but what could I do? I’m not strong enough to conjure a Patronus charm, plus I would be outnumbered even if I tried any other spell I could name.

Next thing I saw was Harry racing forward to the spot where he said his dad was standing at.

“Harry!” Hermione called out but I wrapped my arms around her to stop her from racing towards him and that’s when we saw him lift up his wand and exclaim.

“EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Soon a bright light came from out of his wand and a bright wave of light shot out, which sent all the dementors away, saving Harry and my father from a terrible fate.

As I stared at my godbrother, I couldn’t be more proud of him. Not even I was able to conjure up a spell like that at his age, hell I can barely do it now. He truly was a gifted young man, and I couldn’t be more proud of him.

After saving himself, we were now flying on Buckbeak heading for the highest tower where my dad was being kept. I was sitting right behind Hermione while she was terrifyingly holding onto Harry for dear life.

“You were right Hermione. It wasn’t my dad I saw earlier. It was me! I saw myself conjured the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time because—well I’d already done it. Does that make sense?”

“No! But I don’t like fly-AHHH!!!” She screamed as Buckbeak took a dive down towards the school, while Harry and I were cheering our heads off.

When we reached the tower, there we saw locked up in a cage, my dad looking forlorn as he awaited his fate. He quickly turned to us and I took out my wand and pointed it at the lock as I proclaimed out.

“Alohomora!” the doors unlocked and swung wide open. “C’mon dad, we’re busting you out of here.” I extended my hand out to him and he immediately took my hand.

The four of us now flying on Buckbeak with Hermione up front, me behind her then my dad and Harry.

And for the first time in 12 years, my dad finally felt free as a Hippogriff flying high in the sky. Never have I heard him sound so happy and it brought a smile to my face as I heard him cheering.

We landed in the garden wing of the school and as my dad helped Hermione as well as me off of Buckbeak he said as we walked towards the corner of the garden.

“I’ll be forever be grateful for this. To the three of you.”

“I want to go with you.” said Harry.

“One day perhaps. For some time my life will be too unpredictable. Besides, you’re meant to be here.”

“But you’re innocent.”

“And you know it Harry.” I told him. “Just like I’ve always known.”

“She’s right. And for now that’ll do.” As Hermione left the three of us to have our little family moment, my dad then turned towards me. He stood before me and gently cupped each side of my face. His calloused thumbs stroking my cheeks as he said to me, “I expect like Harry you might be tired of hearing this, but you are a splitting image of your mother. Except your eyes, you have……”

“Your eyes.” I finished for him. Tears flickered in my eyes but I tried to hold them back. “I’ve only dreamed of something like this happening, and—even now I fear this still feels like a dream.”

“I’ve told you once when you were little; Dreams can feel like many things. Whether to make us feel happy or afraid, but in dreams you can never feel what is happening to you. So this, right here, is real my darling kitten.”

He took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. When I felt it, I knew that this was real. My dad was free, he was here, and he was right in front of me. I embraced him as tightly as I could, burying myself into the ragged cloth of his prison uniform. Slowly a few tears dripped from my eyes one by one as I felt my dad embrace me back just as tightly while rocking me from side to side.

“I’ve missed you so much dad.”

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I’ve missed so much of your life. You were just a little girl when I was taken away and now I’ve seen you’ve become a beautiful young woman, just like I’d hope you’d be. Your mum would be so proud. Just as I am. I’m so sorry I put you through this.”

“I know why you did it dad. If I were older I would’ve done the same thing. I just……wish none of this had to happen.”

“As do I kitten. As do I. There hasn’t been a day that I don’t regret leaving you like I did. I made you lose both your parents.”

“That’s another thing I’ve inherited from you.” he looked at me confused. “Uncle Remus has always said I did get your stubbornness.” He softly chuckled before grabbing the back of my head and pressing his forehead against mine.

We stayed in that position for what felt like forever till he pressed a kiss to the center of my forehead before he guided me over to sit next to Harry. He knelt down before the both of us as he said to us.

“It’s cruel that I got so much time with James, Lily and (m/n) and you both so little. But know this. The ones that love us never really leave us. And you both can always find them,” he then placed his left hand over Harry’s heart while his right hand pointed towards mine, “In here.”

Dad stood up and walked over to Buckbeak and mounted on top of his back once again, gently gripping onto the chained reins. As Harry and I came up and stood beside Hermione, my dad complimented to her that she was indeed a bright witch for her age.

Buckbeak then reared as he let out a proud roar before taking off running before flapping his proud wings and taking off high towards the moon with my dad on his back.

Two souls finally free from the law.

The clock tower began to gong loudly and that’s when Hermine told us we needed to get back to the hospital wing. We quickly raced towards the medical wing before the last strike of the belltower.

We saw Professor Dumbledore with his back towards us as he peeked through the doors before closing them.

“Well?” he asked us.

“We did it. They’re free.” Harry said.

“Did what? Goodnight.” The headmaster gave us a wave before descending down the stairs. Oh that crazy old man. The three of us walked towards the door but before we went in, we had to watch ourselves disappear to start the whole rescue all over again. Once we disappeared, that’s when we came in the room.

“How did you get there? You were just over there. And now you’re there!” Ron said to us in shock.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Ronald? Do you Harry? (Y/n)?”

“No clue. Maybe you should have your head examined Ronny, think you might be going mental.” I teased.

“Yeah Ron. How can people be in two places at once?” Harry joked alongside me.

Things after that were pretty crazy. After it had been leaked out about my uncle’s condition (damn you Snape!) my uncle resigned as professor at Hogwarts, Harry had gotten the new firebolt broom (curtesy of my dad) and he got to test it out.

I was in my bedroom just finishing the last bit of my packing to return home for the summer when my owl Arella came flying in. Her familiar grey and white feathers ruffled as she landed on her perch and she made her trilling sound.

“What have you have there, girl?” I noticed she had a small jewelry box tied to her back along with a note in her beak. I took the note then untied the box from her back as she shook herself out and ruffled her feathers.

I set the box down and opened up the note and inside was a letter written in my dad’s hand writing.

My beloved kitten,

This once belonged to your mother (I gave it to her just shortly after you were born) and I figured she would want you to have it. Keep it close to your heart and her memory will never leave you.

Your father,

Sirius Black

I set the note down and opened up the box now and inside was a necklace. It was a silver heart-shaped locket and I noticed a little button at the side of it. I pressed down on it and it opened up to reveal something that not only broke my heart, but also filled it with joy.

The moving picture inside was my mother holding me as a baby. Her wide smile as she held me in her arms, her eyes filled with nothing but love. When she looked up and her smile softened, I really did get to see what my uncle and dad were talking about.

I really did look like my mother. Same hair, same mouth, same face, almost everything was of my mother. A single tear fell down my cheek as I kissed the picture and held it close to my heart.

Soon I began to get brief flashbacks of various moments with my mother. I remember how she’d always sing me to sleep while having the windchimes of various creatures softly ring above me. The way she’d make breakfast, and how we’d play together at papa James and mama Lilly’s place.

I unhooked the chain and placed it around my neck and saw as the heart shaped locket actually rested against my own heart.

“Thanks dad. And thank you mum. I miss you, but you can rest easy now. Dad’s free.” I said as I stared up at the sky holding the locket closer against my heart.

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Where they take you on vacation - 7 Brothers + Diavolo

Found out the edits are made by @devilgram who has such a beautiful blog and posts so many Obey Me! things that are so cool! You did a great job with all the edits! <3

LUCIFER

Lucifer would like to take you to Romania, mostly because of all the stories of the great Wallachian ruler Vlad Tepes/The Impaler and wants to find out more about his ruthless yet effective methods of insuring no crime happens in his country ( and hopes they will work on his brothers too ).

Apart from the gorgeous landscapes from the mountainside, the possibility to go to the seaside, or see the different types of regional architecture ( like the unique Black Church ) from different cities, he’d also like to get a full experience of the language, the music, the traditions ( customs, clothes, foo ) and feel for a day like a native from the old ages.

Even more, he’d find it very nice if you were to try out one of the traditional outfits, and would take a picture of you at the mountains, on a nice field, and put the developed picture in his coat, looking at it whenever he is working and misses you.

He can get pretty salty about the fact that there are still people who believe the Bran castle is Dracula’s true castle, instead of the Poienari fortress and wouldn’t hesitate to express his displeasure, but would appreciate the castle and everything displayed there nonetheless.

Also, would be the first to go to the Horror house, holding your hand if you get scared, and would feel incredibly proud that you trust him and feel safe around him, but would get such a kick out of using his demon form while at it, to scare the actors there.

His whole aesthetic draws people near as if they would actually approach a vampire royalty, which allows him to puff his chest out in pride, so hey, you’re dating a vampire now!

Would take you out at the fanciest restaurant, just to feel how the life at this place is.

Would love to take long walks on the beach at the sea, your feet in the water, holding hands, and just admiring the moon and stars while waves are your music.

You’d mostly stay silent and enjoy the atmosphere, but sometimes you talk a few words, and that’s when Lucifer is the most relaxed, calm and tender.

He would saying that he loves you with such ease for the first time in so long, and the kiss on your forehead would be so soft that it brings you more butterflies than any kiss ever could.

Lucifer looks so ethereal in the light of the moon, it’s almost like he’s glowing, and when you tell him, he’d actually blush softly, before chuckling and stroking your hair, not denying, nor agreeing with your statement.

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Mammon

Mammon loves to spend money and grab it, so what better place than Las Vegas?

He’d love for the two of you to dress super fancy and flashy, in matching colours if possible, go gambling, scam people and experience the luxury night lifestyle, go to clubs, loud music and expensive alcohol and all that.

But Mammon isn’t all about the flashy and exciting night time, instead, he would mostly love to just see the world with you by his side, and his goals is to make you happy, to he does everything he can to go sightseeing with you and reads in advance about whatever places you could visit and tells you some fun trivia about the place, he’s treating you to the fanciest food and drink places, and would spoil you rotten when going shopping, loving to see you do a little catwalk for him every time you get out of the changing booth.

He’d definitely insist on buying super cute animal Pyjamas.

He’s a huuuuuge fan of the “His Queen/Her King” trope and loves showing you off as much as possible, so get matching Tshirts or jackets and he would be SOOO proud and would laugh confidently and proud all the time, his arm around you, saying how cool you two are together and all that.

He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he honestly doesn’t believe he’s good enough for you, but when he sees how your dazzling smile is always directed to him and you cling on his arm whenever you watch the Lights Show on the big buildings, see the beautiful fireworks or watch the impressive singing fountain...Well, he can’t help but blush and kiss your forehead, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

He’s the kind of guy who would spam his DevilGram with either couple pictures in different places you visit, or just cute pics of you or you two messing around, and his account is actually very popular for the #CoupleGoalz trend.

At night, he would like to either cuddle with you and watch a movie, or go drive through the city at night, watch the night lights, and go on a cliff, stargazing and chatting openly about everything, because honestly, this guy is always dismissed and insulted by his brothers, it’s always a relief and a fresh air when he can be himself and just...Talk with someone.

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Leviathan

Levi is the biggest weeb in the world, so the first place you’d visit together is Japan.

Anime conventions, wearing cute kimonos while going to festivals or roaming the streets of Kyoto or Akihabara, couple cosplay (Henry and the Lord of Shadows), buying merch of your favourite anime/manga/game, going to Vocaloid concerts, buying the newest Ruri-chan figurines, trying out new video games that just came out and so on.

Actually wants to go to a Pokemon cafe and fangirls SO much about all the cute pokemon themes there.

He would get you all the cutest Pokemon plushies, especially if you’re not all that into Pokemon but want to share that interest with him, so expect a Skitty, Vulpix, Shaymin, Eevee and all its Eeveelutions, Milotic plushie, while he would already be collecting plushies for the rarest Pokemons, but he’s incredibly happy that you want to do this with him.

He also gets an Ekans just for the Lolz and let’s out his tail, mostly for troll purposes, but it makes you laugh and he could swear his heart stopped beating and his cheeks were redder than ever.

He secretly got you a maid outfit and would love to see you wearing it, but he’s too embarrassed to actually say.

He would blush SO much seeing you in a kimono with a nice hair pin and a fan, while going to see the Sakura trees blossoming and you look like the Sengoku type of heroines from the dating sims he plays so much (to get experience and not fuck up with you), but somehow, you’re so much beautiful than any CG he’s every seen, no matter how gorgeous the art is.

He would get lots of packs of Pocky and despite not saying it out loud, would put a pocky in his mouth and you’d get the hint and munch on the other end of the pocky, in the end kissing him softly.

Levi.exe stopped working.

He would love taking pics of you alone, because you’re so beautiful, and would edit them to look as ethereal as possible, if you want, to even have fantastic backgrounds, and would take pride in how popular your DevilGram/InstaGram is.

He also changed his Lockscreen to have you with your hand in a half-heart gesture, while yours has him with the other half, so whenever he looks at the clock, or sees a new notif, he sees you smiling, with a cute kitten filter.

His Wallpaper is the two of you kissing, edited with a few hearts, sparkles and a little “I love you” written in cursive in a corner (you edited the pic and suggested you both use it, but he denied, so you changed it yourself for him too, while he was busy gaming, and he liked it so much that he couldn’t change it back to Ruri-chan.)

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Satan

Satan would choose England first for so many reasons!

He’s such a perfect gentleman and seeing everyone so polite and chivalrous there makes his heart bloom and would up his gentleman shills even more, wanting to impress you and make your heart skip with everything he does.

Loves to take you to different castles, see in real life everything he read in books and saw in movies or TV series, and he’s so mesmerised by the beauty of everything that he forgets he promised to be your guide, but his bright smile and the way his eyes sparkle in curiosity and glee make up for everything.

Besides, he’d definitely go back to you and explain in very precise detail the reason for his fangirling.

He’s a little nerd so bookstore dates are a huge YES, and more - CAT CAFES where you can read at your heart’s content. HUGE YES.

You’d both get our of there with tons of books that you will read together, cuddled up under the blankets while enjoying an aromatic tea that Satan prepared for you, together with some nice scones.

He’d want to go with you to Shakespeare’s grave, Dicken’s house, would like to see anything involving the Romantics and so on, since he’s in love with British literature.

Satan wants to go see the Harry Potter theme park so much, and would buy tons of merch for the two of you, and wants to go in full Hogwarts robes and wand with you.

Would take a gazillion pics of you together, that only you can see since it may ruin his reputation with his brothers for geeking out, but he’d love it if the universe was actually real.

He’d also take you to King’s Cross to take pic near the wall where you get to the 9 3/4 Platform.

And no trip to England could exist without a visit to Sherlock’s house, pretending to be detectives, and at Madam Tussaud’s Wax Museum to admire all the figures and potentially take troll pics with them.

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Asmodeus

Asmo wastes no time in taking you to Paris, of course!

And the first thing you do is have a coffee at the restaurant located on top of the Eiffel Tower.

He would, throughout all the trip, take tons of selfies EVERYWHERE, and aeshtetic pics of either you alone, him alone, or together.

He’s a Devilgram and Devilr celebrity, after all!

Loves going to all the little cafes and drink a hot beverage with you while looking and judging all the passer-bys, how they would never compare to how beautiful and fashionable you two are.

He takes you to the Versailles Palace while wearing the most glamorous outfits, and despite all the pics taken, he will tell you stories of when he visited the place long ago, and more, will tell you of the paintings displayed, since he’s rather knowledgeable.

Asmodeus will take you everywhere, but first, the Lafayette Galleries, all while streaming every second there, to shop everyone how amazing the place is.

Would pics the both of you sooo many pretty brand clothes, new skin care routine and make up products, that you almost wonder where he has all the money from, especially to pay someone to carry them back to your place.

Would take you to a lingerie shop where he’d make you try on all the cutest outfits and would buy them all, especially because he thinks they will make you more confident and wants to make sure you never thing bad of yourself, because if you’re dating him, then you’re obviously the most beautiful being he’s ever seen, inside and out. (he doesn’t count here, of course)

His wallpaper is a selfie of you two smiling and making a peace sign, from the top of the Eiffel Tower, seeing all Paris in the background, at evening, with the beautiful sky and the night lights all over.

Would take you on a cruise on Seine, serenading and drinking a glass of bubbly champagne, admiring all the buildings and the happy people sitting on the banks of the River, enjoying the scenery.

And of course, there’s no perfect trip to the City of Love without some very tender and sensual love-making, with so many compliments, praises, soft touches and gentle kisses from Asmodeus, followed by a relaxing bath with milk, honey and rose petals, scented candles, bubbles and ambiental music, and of course, a lot of cuddling all night long.

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Beelzebub

Beelzebub would want to go to Italy, since it’s the country with the best human food, and what better place to eat it them its home country?

Would actually love to go sightseeing with you and seeing all the pretty stuff there is.

He appreciates the architecture, statues and paintings of every historical place, loves to find out more about the country’s history and traditions and would like to take scenic pictures of all the places you visit...

And make a couple album where he puts pics with either you alone or together.

It’s his most treasured possession and nobody except Belphie knows about it, and while he is happy that his brother is happy, he would say it’s so cheesy.

Would have fun when doing the classic “Pushing the Pisa Tower” picture, would like to sing when you go on a Gondola ride in Venice, and pretend to be a gladiator at the Colosseum, while you’re his Caesar.

If you get him a necklace or a keychain, he’d never take it off and has it as his lucky charm, kissing it whenever he misses you or wants the day to go good.

After he understands how the food is made, he’d want to make it himself, so you cooking together would be so cute and fun, and the way you see the love and tenderness in his eyes as he looks at you laughing, while your face is covered in flour...

He’s such a precious and soft baby, and he loves you so much.

Also, he’d love to carry you around just for fun and because he loves holding you close to him, so either bridal style on on his shoulder, you say it, and he’s gonna do it.

Will also like to take lots of short videos with you two, just fooling around, giggling, laughing, making jokes, kissing, pretending to be kittens, having flour fights and all that, since they’re beautiful memories and whenever he’s sad, he watches them and he forgets the reason he was sad in the first place.

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Belphegor

Belphegor would take you to New Zealand, because he saw how beautiful and green the landscape were, thanks to the Lord of the Rings movies, so he wanted to see what would be like stargazing on such a flowery field, or sleeping in a Hobbit hole.

He’s pretty sleepy all the time, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t take you to see the big cities as well, eat out, shop for souvenirs and so on, but his heart is taken by the simplicity and peace the countryside and forests hold.

Belphie would actually like to have his head on your lap as you stay at the bottom of a tree and read, much like Froddo Baggings would, waiting for Gandalf.

It’s a guilty pleasure of his, but he wants to see ‘Gandalf’s’ fireworks, and when a festival like that happens, he’d hold your hand tight, having a soft smile on his face and a tender look in his eyes.

Despite not saying it very often, he will confess his love for you.

It’s barely above a whispers, but it’s genuine.

It’s simple, small, but meaningful and beautiful nonetheless.

As you stargaze on the field, he’d tell you the names of all stars and constellations that you can see, and would tell you some trivia he knows about them.

Would take a few pics here and there, but his favourite one is one where you two are on the ground outside, both your heads on his favourite pillow, while looking at each other, both of you having such genuine and pure love in your expressions.

If he ever wakes up earlier than you, and likes to troll a bit, he’d get his tail out and tickle your noes, smirking at how cute your half-asleep reactions were, but would play innocent when you ask about it, only kissing your nose to make you forget and reassure you that it was only a dream (it wasn’t).

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Diavolo

Diavolo is so easily excitable, despite his age and title for the next Devil Lord, but honestly, he wants to take you to Iceland to see the Northern Lights that you spoke so fondly about.

There are so many pretty things to see in the Devildom alright, but none of them quite as fascinating to him as how the sky lights up with so many different and beautiful shades of green, blue and pink, it’s almost unreal!

Who would have thought that the Human world could hold such natural wonders?

He could have sword you were a witch or something, and just wanted to impress him with your magic, as if charming him wasn’t enough, but this beauty makes him behave even more like a child, leaving him speechless and breathless.

Diavolo would kiss and hug you, spinning your around so many times, if you allow him, you forgot to count, which is his way of thanking you for showing him this place and he’s honestly just so happy that he can share this precious moment together with you.

You tell him some old stories about how they say the ancestors’ souls watch over everyone from up there, and that even the animals who died have their souls there, living in peace and quiet.

Despite knowing it’s obviously not true, the tales humans come up with are so creative and make so much sense to their beliefs, he’s genuinely fascinated by all these old stories and would like for you to tell him more.

Iceland’s landscapes are also to be taken into account, and Diavolo will take thousands of pics of you literally everywhere, just because you’re so cute and he’s so damn happy and wants many memories together.

Would like for you to take a selfie with his phone, while at the Northern Lights, and would make Lucifer frame it so he can have it on his desk whenever he’s working, and whenever he gets bored, tired, or just misses you, he’d gaze fondly at the picture and would occasionally kiss it.

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annzybwrites · 5 years ago

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It was a normal day of fishing for Snufkin. Moomin was by his side, laying on his back and dozing off in the warm, summer sun. Snufkin would hold his hand whenever he wasn’t reeling a fish in, which is what he was doing now as he leaned back and looked up at the sky.

It was hard to think that it’s only been a year since Moomin confessed his love to him. The young troll had told him on the last day of Autumn, just so Snufkin would have time to think and give his answer in the spring. The mumrik considered it a very sweet gesture, and it was definitely needed. If he’d had to give an answer right away, his fears would have taken over and he’d declined immediately, even though he’d known that he loved Moomin with all of his heart for years now. Having the winter to sort out his thoughts and address his fears, he decided that he wanted to take that risk of loving and being loved. As long as it was with Moomin, he was sure it would turn out all right.

He couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the way Moomin’s face brightened when he told him his answer. The fuzzy creature had pulled Snufkin into a hug and spun him around, laughing without a care in the world. He had never been one for hugs before, but now it was one of his favorite things.

Their relationship was going extremely well. Their dynamic hadn’t even changed much, aside from more hugs and hand-holding, and the addition of cuddling and pet names. Honestly Snufkin wouldn’t mind trying a kiss with Moomin, but he didn’t want to press something like that. He’d wait until Moomin brought it up. Might give him a bit more time to prepare for such an intimate thing, anyway.

“Snufkin?” Moomin mumbled.

“Yes, my dove?” Snufkin smiled down at him, surprised that his beloved was looking away from him.

“I was just thinking,” Moomin mumbled, picking at the grass with his free hand. “Have you ever kissed anyone?”

Snufkin felt like his brain was shut off. Oh. Oh. Moomin was ready to kiss now? Oh, dear. Oh dear.

“I’ve only kissed someone once,” Snufkin admitted, staring avidly at the river. He wished a fish would bite and take him out of this conversation. “To see what it was like.”

“Oh.” Moomin couldn’t stop the note of disappointment in his voice, not that Snufkin blamed him for it. “Snorkmaiden and I tried once. It was a bit awkward.”

Snufkin simply nodded, hoping his cheeks weren’t red. "Well, I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Mm.” Moomin sat up. Snufkin could see that he was staring at him out of his peripheral vision. “Snufkin?”

“Yes, Moomintroll?”

“Could we try kissing? You can say no.”

Snufkin smiled despite himself, his heart melting slightly inside his chest. Moomin had become more and more considerate of his boundaries over the years. Just another reason he loved him. He swallowed, turning to look at Moomin, taking a second to admire their height difference. Standing, Snufkin was a few inches taller, but sitting he actually had to look up at his dear Moomin. Being so close, he felt that he was ready for this next step after all, even if his heart pattered nervously.

He tried not to laugh when Moomin began talking again, clearly nervous. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything! And we don’t have to do it right now, we could try later. I just thought I’d ask, since talking about this kind of thing is important, and it’s something I’ve been thinking about for awhile. Not, not for a long time, mind you -- actually, the idea just popped into my head! We can just forget about it if --”

Snufkin pressed a light kiss to the tip of Moomin’s snout so he’d be quiet for a moment. He smiled at the way the troll’s blush could be seen underneath his fur. “I wouldn’t mind trying, Moomin.” Snufkin’s voice was just above a whisper. He set his fishing rod down and scooted closer, placing his hands on Moomin’s shoulders, again trying not to laugh at how Moomin’s ears and tail stood up straight with shock. It was fun to tease him sometimes.

“You w-wouldn’t?” Moomin stammered, lifting a hand but hesitating to put it anywhere. His baby blue eyes darted across Snufkin’s face, which only made him look absolutely adorable.

“Yes.” Snufkin chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Moomin’s cheek first. “If you’re ready.”

“What -- I’m the one who brought it up!!”

“That doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.” Snufkin chuckled, sliding his arms further up so he could play with the fur on the back of Moomin’s head. He loved the feel of that soft, white fur against his skin.

"Snufkin,” Moomin whispered, voice thick with emotion. He swallowed, finally deciding to place his warm hands on Snufkin’s hips. “I want to kiss you.”

Even though Snufkin had been the one teasing, he was fully unprepared for such an honest declaration. He felt himself flush immediately, and he had to hide his face against the crook of Moomin’s neck, shivering when Moomin took the opportunity to wrap those soft arms fully around his waist. He was practically in Moomin’s lap by this point.

“Snufkin?” Moomin whispered again. “Was that too much?”

“No. Well, maybe.” Snufkin laughed, keeping his face hidden as he admitted, “Just give me a moment.”

Moomin laughed as well, pulling Snufkin closer so that he actually was sitting in his lap. “I’ll gladly hold you like this for more than a moment.”

“Moomin, please.” Snufkin tightened his hold around Moomin’s neck, his heart pounding so hard he actually wondered if it would burst out of his chest. His whole body felt much too light and hot; he was only used to cuddling inside his tent, not by the side of the river. Still, he didn’t really want to pull away.

Thankfully, Moomin remained silent until Snufkin lifted his head again. They locked eyes for a moment, as if trying to read the other’s mind. Snufkin started playing with Moomin’s fur again, smiling at the way the troll’s shoulders relaxed from the touch. Before he could change his mind, Snufkin leaned in and pressed a kiss to Moomin’s lips.

He loved the way Moomin immediately tightened his hold around him, kissing him back with a soft hum in the back of his throat. For a moment Snufkin felt like the both of them were floating up in space together, tethered only to each other and needing not worry about things like gravity.

They pulled away slowly, staring into each other’s eyes with soft smiles and heated cheeks. Snufkin was just getting ready to kiss him again when Moomin’s ears stood up straight again, his head turning.

“Snufkin, your fishing pole!”

“Hm?” Snufkin felt dazed as he turned his head just in time to see his fishing pole being dragged into the water by some fish on his hook. Ah, that’s right, he hadn’t actually reeled in, he’d simply placed the rod down.

“Oh, no!” Moomin looked at Snufkin with a creased brow. “I’m sorry, do you want me to go get it?”

Instead of answering, Snufkin simply burst into laughter, letting his head fall back down against Moomin’s shoulder. Only Moomin could distract him so thoroughly that he forgot the basics of fishing. “No, it’s all right, I’ll make another one later.” He ran his fingers through Moomin’s neck fur, grinning at how his long, white tail flicked back and forth with interest. “I’d rather stay like this for awhile.”

#snufmin #moominvalley #moomintroll #moomin #snufkin #fanfiction #moomin fanfiction #please let me know what you think!#idk how they kiss #moomin's mouth is magic and can move wherever he wants it idk XD #I just wanted to write fluff #I love these two so much #this might become part of a larger fic I'm working on #where Moomin goes on a Winter Adventure and has to address his Gay Panic #annzy writes

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feastfic · 6 years ago

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How the beta trolls show affection:

Aradia: She can and will get spirits and ghosts to follow wherever you go and rub against you; when she's really craving affection she'll have them guide you to her, where she'll just hug and hold you in her lap. She'd love to give you kisses all over your face, muttering things you might not pick up on, but recognize as affectionate and guided towards you.

Tavros: He wouldn't be the one to directly show you that he wanted affection, but he'd definitely act differently. Especially via mumbling a little more, getting flushed easier by things you say, and rubbing at his metallic legs out of nervousness or anxiety. But oh! When you come to him, he's the sweetest thing! He'd //absolutely// love to let you sit on his lap and mess around with his hair and horns, or sometimes the other way around! It might become a war of back-and-forth compliments between you two, and it might just finish off with a sweet makeout initiated by you, or a simple kiss on the nose by him to catch you off guard and render you trying to say something clever.

Sollux: He's not too strong on affection, but he still acknowledges when he wants it and has taken to noticing when you want to, as well. And he's straightforward; no suggestive behavior, no sly comments to infer it. He just goes up and will hug you from behind, his chin either on your shoulder or head, where he'll proceed to pull you away from whatever you're doing so you can spend time with him instead. When he's nearly desperate for love, he'll slide in pet names for you whenever he can when he's got you close, calling you his "honey" and "bee." He'd kiss along your cheek and jawline, sometimes even your neck; almost anything if it meant he'd be close to you.

Karkat: Oh you'd know. He'd be a little more tensed and hushed around you, sometimes refuse to speak to you, and if you try talking to him he's already got his head turned away. Sometimes he'll flush so hard when you talk to him, the tips of his ears will turn a faint shade of his mutant red blood. But if he agrees to be close to you, he's almost an entirely different troll. He'd be surprisingly quiet, and soft and gentle whenever he holds or hugs you; if you want him to, he'll even tell you things that have happened over a period of time (most of the time he'll recall events from a week's time.) If you're distracted by his voice when he's telling you these tales, he'll try to sneak in a kiss to the cheek or your nose, but most of the time //you're// the one the deliver to him, which will earn you a very red crab-boy.

Nepeta: She'll be a little more clingy to you, and a lot more cat-like. She'd follow you around, mewl and whine, even rub up against your hand or legs, just for the attention. Now, she wouldn't be too demanding on this, but if you'd let it happen she's going to get you to hold her and carry her around. Then, cue the purrs! Eskimo kisses all the time! Nepeta would definitely leave kisses on your nose and ghost over your lips, her tail always either flicking behind her or curled around you. If you come to her, expect a very catty momma, who'll give you one of her coats to wear and wild role-playing stories.

Kanaya: She'll be smooth about it, slipping in sly flirts and sending winks your way. Most of the time when you'd get flushed, she'll take a nice bite from your neck, before kissing at it and murmuring small pet names and casual flirts. Of course, this isn't always what she'll do. If she isn't feeling flirty, and just wants to be close (and if you want her to,) she'll hold you to her chest, humming soft tunes and running her fingers through your hair. Needless to say, her motherly characteristics carry over into how she delivers affection, too; it's most prominent when she gives you a kiss on the cheek and then proceeds to pinch it playfully, saying how adorable you look.

Terezi: Her favorite thing to say to you when she wants your attention is; "H3Y PR3TTY PR3TTY, G1MM3 YOUR V1RG1N1TY! >:]" She'd never seriously mean it, but when she smells your blood rushing to your face she's gonna cackle. Most of the time, she'll be up-front about it, but in her own way. If you're her matesprit, she's always gonna have a cuddle session with you at least twice a week, where she holds your face in your hands and lick you, both to be a tease and to taste your blood beneath the skin. However, if you don't want it, she's gladly respectful of your opinion, and will make sure she doesn't do something you don't like again. If you manage to pluck off her glasses during a sesh, she'll fluster, before calling you "4N 4BSOLUT3 W4LNUT. TH3 WORST K1ND, L1K3 TH3 ON3S NOBODY L1K3S." It's all fun and games, though.

Vriska: She's going to distance herself from you. Not because she doesn't want to see you, but she just doesn't want you getting hurt. What she's really doing is rolling her dice, trying to get a roll that'll grant you great luck. But alas, most of the time she's caught by you, and she turns into an awkward mess, trying to be smooth-talking and slick. Yet when you just tell her to stop, to just be herself, the very first thing she's doing is slamming her lips into yours; a very rough but clearly passionate kiss. And oh lordy, if you're able to play with her hair, she's basically yours. As in; she isn't leaving your side, always having you by her.

Equius: For Equius, it's a very gradual shift in habit. First, he'll simply give you a smile whenever he sees you, which would then turn into very small compliments ("D--> you 100k nice today", etc.,) which would finally come off as him ceasing to work on robots and his machinery. Once you notice and piece together that he's just trying to be affectionate, and when you come up to him about, expect bear hugs from this man. He'll gladly carry you around if you wish, and it wouldn't be any trouble to him in the slightest! He's not much of a kissy kind of guy, but he'll sometimes slip in a few butterfly kisses on your nose or cheek when he has you in one of his STRONG embraces.

Gamzee: He's going to offer you sopor pies; say yes and he's hugging you. Say no, and he'll simply grin, nodding and giving you a; "nIcE, bRo." Since you'd be fairly close if he's seeking your affection, sometimes you and him would be making some wild concoction in the kitchen, which would escalate into a mess of slime decking both of your bodies. Gamzee would absolutely take you into his arms, just to play around and to get whatever got on him stick to you instead. Nonetheless, he'd help you clean off every time and later will do something you want him to, no matter what it is (or as long as it's within reason and doesn't involve you getting hurt.)

Eridan: For him, he always refuses to believe he was ever flushed for you. If you try to talk to him, he'll just turn away and even try to get you to leave, whether it be from a snide comment or just shoving you out. He just believes that one day you'll just find another troll to replace him and then it'd be over. The key with him is a lot of patience; you'd have to wait a fair bit to talk to him after that, which includes a lot of gentle words and articulating his emotions. For Eridan, it's not so much physical affection, as it is an understanding of both of your boundaries and a deep level of trust and respect for each other. What bits of "real" love you two exchange are small, but meaningful; he mostly delivers kisses to your cheek or nose, you execute hugs and small cuddle sessions the majority of the time.

Feferi: She knows when you want her around, and she's always accepting. On the other hand, she almost never actually comes around for her own desire. The princess doesn't want to bother you with something, so a majority of the time she gives you gifts to compensate for her ostensible lack of emotion. One day you'd catch on, and at first she'd be embarrassed and flustered, apologizing how she never went to you. After a long conversation with her, you'd understand where she was coming from, and she'd begin to gain the confidence to do something she was scared to do before. Once she's out of that small shell, she'd deck your face in kisses almost every moment you're around her. There'd be a lot of times where you both fluster, before laughing it off, before you realize that you're happiest around Feferi more than anyone else. She'd return those same realizations to you, which in turn she'd begin giving you bracelets and jewelry she believes you'd like.

#homestuck #hiveswap #aradia megido #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #kanaya maryam #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #fv's imagines #imagines #long post

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jaymgates · 2 years ago

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Antares Log - 10-15-22

Horses are wonderful, challenging creatures which require flexibility, humility, and a sense of humor. You can fiddle with a problem for *months* without success, then suddenly just blaze through major issues all at once.

Antares is a lot of horse. He's big - his withers are even with the top of my head, topped with a very high-set neck. He's fast - winning $700,000 in his career means he was one of the fastest, for a while. He's agile, with fast reflexes. He's constantly examining and engaging with his world, relentlessly curious and involved. And he's plenty smart, which is its own trial.

We had one of those leap-forward, dizzying progress days, our first.

Today was a Seattle Knights horseback training event. Originally, the plan was for me to be riding in it, but the long string of events means that we haven't even tried riding yet.

Flexibility and sense of humor.

So, instead, we spent some time walking around, learning about a very different kind of life - snapping flags, clashing armor, swinging swords, that kind of thing.

The farm was set up with a super challenging skills course that included a narrow bridge, a slalom, trot poles, a spooky forest (trash bags and a skeleton hanging from a tree), a princess to rescue (a stuffed bear), a tarp to walk across, and some agility challenges. (Constance made an AMAZING course that everyone wants to keep playing on.)

It also has the "Veil Between Worlds", a tall arch filled with long, metallic streamers. Horses have to walk through it, which is a big challenge. It also waves in the breeze and is REALLY noticeable.

In the arena, the joust lines were set up - flappy flag lines forming a narrow corridor.

Antares calmly walked past the troll cave (carport roof) that he's been snorty at for a while, strolled into the arena...and let out an explosive SNORT of "Oh HELL no" when he saw the lines.

He's gorgeous when he's 'spooky': fully up on his toes and collected, that long neck tightly arched, ears on alert, eyes and nostrils wide. He *stares* at something and snorfles these long, rattly snorts. He'll dance a little, back up, check in with me, snort at it again.

Always aware of me, never running me over.

Most horses, when they're spooking at something, need a break. It's smart to walk them away to reduce pressure and let them decompress, then bring them back to look at it again.

Antares doesn't do that. He'd back up, and then move forward on his own. When I tried to circle away, he hauled me forward because he wanted to get closer. He isn't *afraid*, he's just snorty.

He snorted at it for a few minutes, then I took him into the round pen and let him roll and walk for a few minutes. Once he'd turned himself into a dust bunny, we went back out...and calmly walked down the line, past the flags. We did that a couple of times...and then walked up the center, in the narrow chute. He kept a suspicious ear on it, but he was relaxed and chill.

And then he saw the Veil Between Worlds and let out an absolute machine-gun snort. He let me lead him past it (about fifteen feet away), but I decided not to push him after he'd done so well with the joust line.

He also met Dylan's horse Connal, and Ann's horse Ash, and was very polite, so hopefully we can set up a buddy system soon.

I put him back into his paddock for a while, and he spent some time running when he saw the other horses doing quintain and joust runs - tail flagged, head high, he's stunning when he's excited.

But after everything settled, I went back out to his paddock. He saw me coming and came toward the gate. He seems to like being kissed on the nose, and he stood quietly next to me, then followed me around, checking in whenever I stopped.

We worked with a scary stick - and when he got over being snorty, he put his nose against it and just *pop pop pop pop* with the silly lip smack as he expressed his opinion.

I found the magic itchy spot on his shoulders, and when I dug in with both hands, he leaned so hard he nearly fell over. His healing leg was itchy, so I scratched it, and I could almost see the lightbulb. He twisted up, lifted his leg, waved it in the air, poked at it with his nose, and looked at me.

Obediently, I gently scratched around the healing scuffs. When I stopped, he asked again.

He also likes playing in water, and while he doesn't like fly spray, he isn't spooky about it. He has excellent manners around being handled and fed, and is beginning to feel safe and at home.

I may have adopted this guy sight unseen, but he's turning out to have been very worth the gamble.

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airanke · 7 years ago

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FIESCHADA

“A strong, instantaneous attraction to someone upon first meeting each other; ‘love at first sight’.”

And the second story. I hope things aren’t too confusing, but I’m... doing my best. I had to alter the way I did the chapter texts AGAIN because... well, this chapter’s title was too long to translate nicely. I’ll be doing them like this from now on.

I might post it on FF.net and A03 as well, but I’m... tentative about that. We’ll see!

This chapter includes mentions of both @druidickats‘ characters , and a rather hefty cameo by @tricksterthief‘s Luxanai! Hope you guys enjoy it.

CHAPTER 2 But I haven’t met you yet

Her first year alone passed rather quickly. With Jashik at her side, Drepani quickly learned the ins and outs of how to fend for herself - and of course, she kept her raptor pendant close. Sometimes, she questioned the intentions of the Loa Gonk, but from what her mother had told her… the Loa were selective in their benevolence.

Since I be interesting to Gonk, Gonk be offering me his guidance, Drepani frowned, brushing hair out of her face. She needed to cut it somehow. It was all dry and gross at the ends, and she hated touching it. Maybe she could use her dagger?

Drepani huffed. Of course she could use her dagger.

The cuts were haphazard, and left her hair more unruly and uneven than ever before. She tossed the hairs to the birds; they could use it for their nests, at least. She spent the next ten minutes clawing through the various tangles and knots that was scattered throughout her hair. Jashik tried to help - but all he really succeeded in doing was making her hair more of a mess with all the feathers he tried to stick into the thick locks.

Drepani sighed, affectionately running her nails along Jashik’s snout, “okay, okay… I guess I be havin’ no choice bu’ to let it be, eh?”

Jashik churred.

The young girl made her way back into her cave, hands brushing over the various bags her mother had made before disappearing. She selected a woven one - the best kind for carrying crabs and shells and rocks and fish, if she happened to catch any.

Having selected her pack, she grabbed a spear she’d made - about as haphazard as her hair, decorated with the same paints that she used to decorate Jashik’s hide - and without a word she scrambled onto Jashik’s back. The raptor took off the second she was situated, leaving her to grasp the ropes that hung loose around his neck.

Nearly an hour passed once she reached the beach. Her bag was full of oysters, clams, a couple of fish, various shells, and a lively crab that kept trying to pinch her whenever she got too close. She wrinkled her nose at it, tapping its pinchers with her dagger.

Then, she turned her suspicious gaze to the wellmade crate that had been left under an outcropping of rocks she always hid the shells she found before she was ready to go.

There was a piece of folded parchment on it too. When she had arrived at the beach, it hadn’t been there, but when she had come prancing back over to the overhang the outcropping formed, she discovered the crate.

Now that she was ready to go back home, she gazed at it. Tilted her head to the left and the right; squinted her eyes - then she exhaled.

“Jashik… can you be goin’ to smell it?”

The raptor chortled, and she blushed, pouting, “don’t you be laughin’ at me!! Muuka always taught me to be cautious…”

Jashik made no complaints after that. He managed to hunker down enough to get his nose close enough to the crate.

The next thing Drepani knew, he was yanking the crate out from under the rock, making various sounds of what Drepani could only interpret as excitement.

“Jashik! Hey!” she had to laugh a little, as the raptor had clawed the folded parchment delicately out from under the ropes that held the wooden lid on. He was flailing it in her face moments later.

“Okay okay! I be gettin’ it. What you be so excited about anyway…?” she muttered, carefully unfolding the parchment.

‘Dearest Drepani--’

She clapped the pages together after reading the first word. Her heart was pounding. Jashik was poking his nose around the crate, oblivious to the turmoil that Drepani suddenly found herself in.

Heart still pounding, she slowly opened the letter again - then abruptly clapped it shut. She couldn’t let herself forget that the beach was not a safe place for her to get distracted by a letter.

She did her best to attach the crate to Jashik’s side after deducing that the items inside were of the non-breakable variety. Once it was secure enough, Drepani crawled onto Jashik’s back. The letter was clutched close to her chest the whole ride back to the cave.

And even when she was back safely at her cave, Drepani put her focus on making sure her catches for the day were properly prepared.

Work first, play later, she chanted to herself. It was what Alba’vida had drilled into her, after all.

The sun was just beginning to kiss the horizon when she finally sat down with the crate and the letter. Her eyes danced with excitement as she peeled it open.

She read the opening phrase again:

Dearest Drepani,

That it was someone who knew her, set Drepani’s heart racing - and in it’s wake left an empty ache. She continued to read despite the way her hands began to shake:

You were not to know me. I was not to know you - and while I am hard-pressed to ignore your mother’s wishes, I can’t stand to know that you are alone. How long have you been by yourself, I wonder, with no one but the ever faithful Jashik at your side? I wish I could come stay with you - but I will spare you my excuses. They are weak and feeble much like my resolve.

Drepani didn’t fully understand everything she read, but she could grasp at interpretations. This person knew her mother, but specifically said ‘your mother’.

The young troll looked up at Jashik - who had laid down across from her - with hope in her big eyes, “chaako?”

Jashik was of no help. He merely snorted, lying his head on the ground. Drepani pouted at him, and quickly resumed her reading:

Loa I wish I knew how big you were. I’ve hardly been allowed to see you. I’ve only caught glimpses here and there, but you have hair like the sea--

The ink was smudged where “like the sea” was written, and Drepani squinted. She raised the page, looking at it from every which angle, trying to decipher what had been written before. Jashik chortled at her, and she groaned, “you be no help, you big lizard!!”

Jashik merely chortled again, kicking one of his hind legs.

-- and your skin is minty, much like your mother’s. I wonder if your eyes are still as green as they were the first time I held you. There are some things for you in the crate. You are ever growing, and I did my best to place clothes in the crate that I think you might like.

But I don’t know you, and you don’t me. I hope this letter is enough.

Drepani had dropped the letter on the ground before she even finished reading the last sentence. Her fingers clawed at the crate, and after breaking one nail, she reached for her dagger. She pried off the top.

There was more than some articles of clothing inside.

A few wrapped goodies, which were sweet when Drepani stuck one in her mouth, and Jashik attempted to take the whole bag from her. He relented when she tossed him a couple after squealing at him to stop. There was more jewellery - mostly earrings, of course, so Drepani assumed that at some point, her mother had let it slip that the young girl had gotten her ears pierced. A couple of wooden, beautiful painted bangles.

Drepani slipped one on, and pouted when it nearly slipped right back off. Too big for her small wrists, it seemed.

“Oh well,” she muttered, pushing the bangle up her arm till it rested snuggly around her bicep, “I can just be wearin’ it higher!”

The dress, too, was a little too big for her - but she supposed she could grow into it. She could use the many colorful belts and sashes that had been stuffed into the box to cinch it more tightly around her small frame.

Her eyes drifted back to the letter. It laid on the ground, crisp parchment with crisp writing.

Drepani’s mother had taught her how to write; had taught her how to grind the blackberries into a sort of pigment.

She walked into the cave, plucking one of the feathers from her hair. She rooted around the firewood pile for a loose piece of bark - it was the best she could do, after all, her mother had only ever taught her to write on bark and not on parchment, and there was no parchment just lying around either.

There was some mostly dried ink in a pot near her mother’s abandoned things. Drepani added some water to it.

Of course, it wound up being gooey and sticky, but the little girl made due with what she had. She chewed on her lower lip as she did her best to write a response - the end result was a mess of scribbles, multiple crossed out words, followed by an apology for her sloppy writing. She had never gotten a real chance to practice.

I wonder if he’ll be finding it if I be puttin’ it in the same spot, she frowned. The sun had already disappeared below the horizon, even if the rays continued to light up the sky.

Sleep seemed like the wiser choice.

Her next gift crate had proper inkwells, proper parchment, and proper feather pens. There were even pages upon pages of letters she could copy as practice. Full sentences too. She did her best to practice her writing alongside everything else she was trying to do to take care of herself.

This went on for several weeks. Every now and then she would get a new letter, most often praising her for the improvements in her writing. Sometimes he asked questions after answering the ones she’d left for him, but he always ignored her question on his name.

It frustrated her to no end.

So much so, that she took out her frustration by sneaking up on Jashik.

The large raptor had no love for these antics of hers.

“Uuugh!” Drepani writhed on the ground, flicking her tongue and tail in a tantrum, “you’re not gonna’ be hurtin’ me, Jashik! I gotta’ be practicin’ my sneakin’ somehow…”

Jashik clicked his tongue. Drepani shifted back into a troll, pouting at him, “well… okay, fine. I guess you still be havin’ those wild instincts, but it be better to be tryna’ sneak up on you than… than a tiger!”

The raptor stamped his feet, and Drepani sighed in exasperation, “well if you don’t be wantin’ that, then you gotta’ be lettin’ me practice on you!!”

With a huff, Jashik stalked into the cave. Drepani scrambled to her feet to follow him. He had opted to curl up in a far corner, looking over his back at her with slitted eyes.

“Ooooh!! Fine! You be that way then!!” Drepani exclaimed. Jashik huffed; she stomped over to her pile of pillows. She fiddled with the pendant around her neck.

It had been a while since her last dream of Gonk.

Maybe I should be tryin’ that thing that chaako wrote me about the other day, she wondered, grasping the pendant fully in one hand, or well… maybe I should call him teacher. I still don’t be knowin’ if he be my chaako for real…

She crossed her legs and draped her arms over her knees. From the times she had quietly observed the other trolls, she had noticed that a group of them would often sit like this, eyes closed. Her ‘teacher’ had referred to it as meditation.

Raucous laughter met her when she opened her eyes.

“Oh look at her! She can meditate now! Good, good,” Gonk grinned broadly at her, “I was wondering when you were going to figure it out, little one.”

Drepani pursed her lips. She appraised the Loa for a moment, then got to her feet, “well… here I be! Teach me somethin’!”

He grinned toothily at her, “she sure is demanding, isn’t she?”

The little girl’s face fell, “muuka be sayin’ that to me once…”

“Hm,” Gonk prodded Drepani with his nose, “you’ve certainly grown.”

“It don’t be like I was gonna’ stay a baby forever, silly Loa!” Drepani chirped, giggling when Gonk nudged her more roughly.

“Silly Loa! That’s a new one. Come, I want you to meet someone. The two of you have some things in common, and it took me some time to permeate his thoughts,” and the Loa’s eyes sparkled with mischief. Drepani recalled again that the Loa were fickle beings, and while often inclined to be benefactors, they were no strangers to malice.

Regardless, Drepani shifted into a cobra and followed Gonk to an entirely different looking forest. It was… so different. The trees were large and elegant, stretching toward the sky - and their leaves were full. They covered the sky completely.

Drepani wasn’t sure how much she liked it.

Gonk led her further through the brush until finally, several minutes later, they came to a clearing.

Immediately the cobra darted into a bush. There was someone else in the clearing, and Gonk’s boisterous laugh startled the other being as much as it startled Drepani.

“You mortals amuse me! That being said, Naralex,” and Drepani found herself being pulled out of the bushes by Gonk’s tail, “I have brought this small one. Teach her druidic magic.”

The man stared at her, “I… what manner of creature is she? Is… is she a troll?”

Drepani shifted out of her cobra form and snapped, “is dat gonna’ be a problem!? Because you be lookin’ real funneh dere yaself, you weird, tuskless purple troll!”

Once again Gonk howled with laughter and this Naralex fellow stared at her with a gaping jaw. He turned his yellow eyes back to Gonk, “this is who you’ve been pestering me about? And how can she speak common so easily?”

“This is a dream,” Gonk purred, “and I am a Loa. Do you really think my power is not on par with the moon goddess? You would be wise not to question the capabilities of a wild god, elf.”

Drepani had no real clue what any of them were saying. Wasn’t she speaking the same language she always spoke?

“I don’ be knowin’ ‘bout you, bu’ I be knowin’ ‘bout me, an’ Gonk hasn’ been teachin’ me anyting fah a while!” she jabbed a finger at Naralex, “‘cuz he be tryna’ git you ta -- ta-- ta get along wit’ me!!”

Naralex appeared both miffed and intrigued, “I do believe the word you’re looking for is cooperate, little one.”

“Yeah dat!”

“Alright, well, if you come sit here… maybe I should teach you entangling roots first,” he tapped his chin as Drepani cautiously drew closer, “oh, by the way. I’m a night elf.”

“A night elf?” Drepani repeated, confused, “bu’ you be lookin’ like a troll… wit’ no tusks, an’ purple skin, an’ too many fingahs and toes.”

Naralex laughed, “I suppose you have a point there - then that makes you a night elf with green skin, tusks, and too few fingers and toes.”

Drepani pouted at him; he laughed. She supposed his temperament and his voice were kind enough.

“Come here, little one.”

“Drepani,” she corrected. Naralex smiled;

“Pleased to meet you, Drepani. I am Naralex, Druid of the Fang.”

Drepani slipped out of her meditation hours later to find a bowl of hot soup, another crate, and a long letter.

Another year had passed. Drepani added another tick to the cave wall that had been counting her years.

She was ten years old now - or perhaps more accurately, ten and a half. She sighed, sitting down on her mass of pillows and blankets with her various pieces of parchment paper. At her teacher and Naralex’s advice, she had started sketching the plant life and animals around her. Her drawings were… lackluster to say the least.

But she kept on trying.

Jashik was an all to willing subject, and regardless of how well or poorly Drepani thought she drew him, the raptor hoarded any and all drawings she made of him.

And slept on them, as raptors clearly do.

A smile crossed Drepani’s lips, “lately Naralex has been praisin’ me. Says I summon roots faster than most of the other druids he’s trained.”

She looked up at Jashik, “what do you be thinkin’ of that?”

The raptor chuffed, and Drepani sighed, “okay, okay. I’ll try not to be lettin’ it get to my head.”

Jashik settled down beside her. He did his best to discreetly look over her shoulder as she doodled, and jotted down notes beside her sketches.

During their practice sessions in what Naralex referred to as the Emerald Dream, the night elf had alluded to the fact that Drepani was not the first troll to ever find themself in the Emerald Dream. She seemed to be one of the first specifically led there by a Loa, but Naralex - being an elf, and living for a long, long time as a result - had seen the odd troll here and there.

But never once a child.

He had often nonchalantly spoken about different professions; things that could be taken up and used as a means to support oneself. Drepani wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, but she assumed that it had to do with being able to cook and write and fight.

All things she could currently do, of course.

And when the man had mentioned herbalism…

Drepani had taken an immediate interest.

Naralex had started with bringing a peacebloom with him to the Dream: a little white flower with a yellow center. He explained to her that it had healing properties, and was often used by alchemists to create healing potions. Drepani had listened intently, completely enthralled by the very idea that there were plants scattered all over the world that could be used to help people.

He had also off-handedly mentioned that Gonk was still working on getting through to someone he referred to as shan’do, someone who could teach her more than Naralex himself could ever hope to.

And when asked what shan’do meant, Naralex had responded with “honored teacher”.

Naturally, the next time she saw Naralex, she referred to him by this title. Drepani had never believed that she could make a grown man blush so fiercely, but he thanked her profusely for honoring him in such a way before requesting that she stick to calling him simply ‘teacher’.

Sighing, Drepani got up from her nest. Jashik churred at her in question.

“I just be wantin’ to get away for a while. Maybe practice some spells. Naralex been teachin’ me lots and lots lately! Cuz I keep pesterin’ him about this herb and that herb and this plant and that plant,” she giggled, stroking her nails along Jashik’s forehead, “he keeps tellin’ me that me bein’ so curious be gettin’ him a lot of suspicious looks with how much he be goin’ in and out of the herbalism shops! I don’t really be knowin’ why he seems unwillin’ to tell his other elf friends about me though…”

Jashik chuffed, and Drepani shrugged, “it be what it be, I be guessin’. Maybe it be because I still be so young. Anywho! I be off! If I need you, I’ll be screamin’.”

She took off into the jungles before Jashik could further protest. The sun was high in the sky, and weaving through the foliage unnoticed was a simple task for her.

It wasn’t until she reached the roots near the beach that anything of interest happened.

First, there were the murlocs. Drepani hadn’t noticed them initially, but yelling and screaming caught her attention.

She was startled by what she saw.

The murlocs were dragging troll children down the beach!

Drepani watched as the red-haired boy she kept finding herself drawn to nearly got away from the murlocs. When one tackled him, he put of a ferocious fight, punching and kicking and snarling. One of the bigger murlocs picked him up and threw him hard against a tree. His heavy drop to the sand was enough to make one of the bigger girls fight viciously - and it was a bad course of action for the murlocs themselves, as the children had all screamed.

The bigger girl soon went limp after she was struck on the back of the neck by the wooden part of a spear. A girl who looked similar to her cried out sharply - then she silenced herself with a hand when the murlocs turned on her, making various angry sounds.

Wait. Wait, wait! That be the hunter who be tryna’ catch me before!

Hurriedly, Drepani started sizing up the situation. She coiled in the bushes, tongue flicking, eyes calculating.

The murlocs were starting to move more quickly, and Drepani slithered through the bushes to follow them. There was a green haired girl that kept on trying to use magic, but the murlocs never remained still long enough for her to get a spell off. The white-haired boy wouldn’t stop screaming, and ultimately, the murlocs knocked him out too.

The last child that put up any sort of struggle had hair like fire, and briefly Drepani thought of her mother - until she too, was knocked out, and the murlocs continued on their way.

Drepani was resolved to help them.

She bolted out of her hiding place, mouth wide, spitting hisses. She lashed her tail over the head of one that had no child in its arms. It ran off, screeching in fear. Drepani threw herself into the middle of them, rearing up, knowing that they were afraid of her because she would remind them of the naga.

As she expected, a good four of them bolted off in terror at her presence - but one, the one with the spear, faced her. It released a gurgling battlecry and charged. Drepani dropped her belly to the ground and lunged, slamming her head into its gut.

The second it was on its back she sunk her fangs into its throat and thrashed.

Several of the kids who were still conscious got up and raced back the way they had been taken from, yelling that they would get adults. Only the crying little girl stayed behind to try and drag the unconscious hunter to safety.

Drepani raised her head. Blood covered her face, and she whipped her head in the direction the murlocs had run, tongue flicking. They still had some children with them. She was about to go after them when she saw him.

The red haired boy had been dropped.

Quickly, she slithered over to him. She carefully wrapped her mouth around his arm and started pulling. Perhaps she had practiced slithering backwards specifically for this moment, but it was still a tremendous task. She dropped his arm several times for fear of causing him any harm.

Just as she was beginning to get the hang of it, she heard him mutter, “nnn… Zal…”

Drepani froze, and his molten eyes fluttered open to look at her, “Zal… m’friend, he… he be the one with the braid…?”

The red haired boy’s arm dropped out of Drepani’s mouth. She stared as if she were in a trance. He gazed at her blearily, his expression overcome by intrigue. It was understandable that he was unable to process what exactly was happening, given his state.

Then he reached up to caress her face.

Somewhere, she heard a clap of thunder. It was loud, and it scared her, and she bolted down the beach in the direction the murlocs had run.

Children like her were still stuck in their grasp, after all.

It was mysterious even to her, when she felt as though Gonk were running alongside her - and something about her own form changed. Drepani had legs again, but they were thicker, and heavier, as if she had grown muscle. The trees were moving past her at an almost blinding speed.

Up ahead, the murlocs appeared to be in an argument. They gestured wildly at each other, while several children attempted to crawl discreetly away, or grabbed at their unconscious friends.

Drepani’s eyes honed in on the boy with the white hair - Zal, as he had been called.

She released an ear-splitting screech and leapt at a murloc. Briefly, Drepani caught sight of her feet.

They looked like Jashik’s.

Startled, she found herself smacking into the murloc’s face with no arms or legs. She battered the frog-like creature with open-mouthed strikes, letting her rows of teeth scour deep lines in its head.

Her screech, at least, had dispersed the murlocs - along with the other kids, who ran in the direction Drepani had come from.

Before the murlocs could regroup, Drepani gave chase to several, snapping at their ankles. By the time her excitement started to die, the murlocs were running away from her, and away from the direction the kids had gone.

Good. Now for Zal.

The boy was lying face down in the sand. Unlike his red haired friend, he was wearing a shirt. Drepani grasped the back of Zal’s collar in her jaw, raised him as high off the ground as she could, and began to slither toward the fleeing children.

Her vision swam after hardly three seconds, and soon she found herself gasping for breath on the sand.

“Get up, Drepani, get up.”

She struggled to her feet. Her legs and arms felt like jello, but she pulled at Zal anyway. He groaned in pain as he started to come to.

Then she heard the voices.

Scared, she dropped Zal again, noticing that his eyes were barely open as he peered at her. Drepani’s fright only grew.

As much as she told herself, time and time again, that she wanted to be with the other trolls, she found herself too afraid of the prospect.

Before she could escape to the safety of the jungle, her arm was grasped in a much larger hand. Someone, somehow, had appeared behind her.

“Ey waitaminute now, where you be thinking you goin’?”

Drepani was jerked around to face the man that held her - and her eyes widened upon noticing that he wasn’t exactly a man, but certainly not a boy. His eyes were widened as well.

“Holy Loa she be havin’ blood all over her face!”

Instead of attempting to make any explanation, Drepani struggled in his grip; he was unperturbed, “stop your fussin’.”

“Juh-JASHIK!” Drepani shrieked, clawing at his hand. She tried to shift into a cobra again to escape, but all her body did was shimmer weakly.

Jashik came barreling out of the jungle. He skid to a halt right before he could have collided with the older boy. Jashik snapped his jaws in the boy’s face - but again, to Drepani’s dismay, he was unperturbed.

“Oi, now you both just bein’ all sorts of unreasonable,” he chided, reaching toward Jashik. The black raptor screeched, nearly bit off the boy’s hand, and bolted back to the jungle. He began to bite and tear and rip and slash at the trees, making various vocalizations to further emphasize his distress.

Drepani had given up trying to get the older boy to let her go. She sat on the sand instead, gasping for breath, tears sliding down her cheeks.

“Kunan’ji!”

“What now, Kuzari?” he sounded annoyed.

“You better be letting her go!” an older girl snapped. Several children had gathered around her legs, and a tiger stalked not too far behind, clearly her pet, “the raptor be in real obvious distress. Let her go.”

Kunan’ji pouted, “but--”

“Let her go, Kunan’ji.”

The two stared each other down, while Jashik continued to make a mess of the trees around him. He started stamping his feet, and looking at the other children as if implying he would attack them if Drepani was not released soon.

Kunan’ji sighed.

The moment he released Drepani, she lurched to her feet. She stumbled all her way to Jashik. He lowered his head for her to grab and raised her in the air, turning his head back as far as he could to get her onto his back.

Seconds before he took off, Drepani looked back at the trolls.

Most looked confused. She was one of them, after all, why would she want to leave?

She was unprepared for seeing the look of desperation on the red haired boy’s face.

“Wait--!”

But Jashik had already sprinted away.

The raptor’s path was far more erratic than usual. Drepani thought nothing of it, and clung to him. Why, why did she not want to stay? Why was she so scared to be with the other trolls. Against her chest, her raptor pendant was cold.

Because you don’t be wanting to lose them like you be losing muuka.

Drepani choked on a breath, refusing to let herself cry over it.

Because you don’t be wanting to be left behind again.

Yet another breath was choked on in her efforts to fend off the tears. It had been a while since she’d cried over it. Drepani only calmed when she looked up from Jashik’s neck and saw the familiar sight of the cave. She slid off his back, and barely touched the ground when the raptor sped off again.

She stared, brows furrowed. He’d taken an erratic enough path, did he really need to go back and muss up his path even more?

The seconds dragged on with Drepani opting to simply sit and regain her strength. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes…

Gave way to an uncanny stare on her back.

She was not alone.

Terrified, she shakily got up from her seat. The feeling of someone drawing closer beared down on her shoulders. If she could get to the cave and hide, she would be safe. She would be safe.

She bolted for the cave - but her body was too tired. She’d spent all her strength trying to help the other trolls, and she fell down before she could even make it three steps. Drepani tried to pull herself to the cave, but found herself swept up into warm arms instead.

Part of her thought she would see the face of whoever now held her, but there was a pinch at the back of her neck.

All she remembered hearing was, “Amita, Amita, you be safe. It be okay. Please rest.”

Two weeks had passed since the incident. She’d woken from the ordeal feeling refreshed, and kept her distance from the village for a while.

She’d found another letter, of course, filled mostly with praise toward her actions.

And she remembered being called “Amita”.

Something about this name resonated more with her than Drepani did. Maybe it was because being called Drepani made her think of her mother. Maybe it was because she thought if she left behind the name Drepani, she could leave behind her old mistakes and start fresh with Amita.

Or maybe it was because the person who had called her Amita had a distinctly masculine voice.

Perhaps, if she ever gained the courage to be with the other trolls, she could use her new name as a means to find her father.

“Your father?”

Naralex, of course, questioned her decision. Amita fiddled with the grass on the forest floor. In this session, she and her teacher were simply discussing. Naralex still had not told her why they weren’t practicing any spells.

“It don’ be like I’m givin’ up my old name…” she muttered, looking off at some nearby flowers, “bu’... if de one who be callin’ me Amita be my chaako, den, if I be callin’ m’self Amita, don’ dat mean I could be findin’ him fastah?”

“That will only work if you actually join the other trolls, Amita,” and a laugh escaped him when she gave him the best pout she could manage, “come now child. You know I jest.”

“Jest?”

“Tease,” he explained, one of his long ears flicking, “you know, I was looking into the history of my people recently. Somewhere down the line, we had forgotten that we were trolls once! I find that quite fascinating.”

Amita propped herself up on her arms, curious, “den why don’ dere be more trolls in de whole druid aspect o’ tings?”

Naralex hummed in thought, “well, I was wondering about that myself. Perhaps it has to do with how much more superstitious you are? Not that that’s a bad thing, of course! But, we night elves only worship Elune, the Goddess of the Moon. To my understanding - which is quite lacking, mind you - trolls have far many more beings that they worship.”

He nodded in the direction of Gonk when the raptor emerged, practically out of thin air, “Gonk, for example, is one of many Loa. Here, I’ll teach you some new words.”

“Okay,” Amita inched closer to him, ears perked up in interest. Naralex wrote on the ground with magic.

“Night elves, you could say, are monotheistic. That’s the belief in one, singular god,” he underlined the word, and Amita mouthed the letters to herself so she would remember how to spell it. Next to it, he began to write another word, “trolls, on the other hand, are polytheistic. That is the belief in multiple gods,” he smiled at Amita when he raised his head from the words, “neither of these beliefs are wrong, in my opinion! And then again, I’m not sure how being monotheist or polytheist plays into there being a lack of troll druids.”

“Loa are selfish,” Gonk chimed in, “we don’t like to share~ Technically, I’ve claimed this little one as mine, and mine alone - though, I will admit, I’m more willing to share the worship than most of the other Loa are.”

Naralex chuckled, and his ear flicked again. Amita wondered why, and quietly he asked, “is he coming?”

“Yes. It took me a few years, but I’ve succeeded.”

Amita sat upright. Nervousness washed over her when Naralex fluidly got to his feet.

And then, he bowed.

“Shan’do.”

Jashik stared at Amita. She stared at him.

She’d fallen over while she was meditating, and now her back ached from hitting the stone floor.

“... Jashik. You won’t be believing who I be meeting.”

He churred at her in concern.

“His name be Malfurion Stormrage. Oh Jashik!!!” she rolled over and scrambled to her feet, hugging the raptor’s face, “he be teachin’ me so many things!! I gotta’ practice! He be wantin’ to see me again, next week!!”

She danced in place, overcome by excitement. Jashik stamped his feet as well, his vocalizations betraying his own excitement.

Amita eventually took several breaths to calm down.

“He be wantin’ me to practice my stealth, most of all,” she informed the raptor. Jashik straightened. Amita stared at him. He looked to the side.

“See? This be what happenin’ when you don’t let me practice on you.”

Jashik wailed and retreated back to his pile of drawings. Amita rolled her eyes, “well, if you gonna’ be like that, then I’m gonna’ go back to the village! What better place to practice my stealth than on the outskirts?”

Her guardian protested weakly, and Amita informed him that he could protest all he liked; she was still going.

As per usual, her presence went unnoticed at first. Amita cautiously observed the other trolls. They seemed to have patrols, and one pair of males passed in front of her. Once she was sure they had passed, she slithered onto the beach.

Only to have a shadow fall over her.

She bolted under the nearest hut, right before she was grabbed. One of the males had backtracked, and was crouched by the tracks that Amita had left. She knew he could see her.

“Rokhan?” his companion had wandered back over to him. This Rokhan fellow had a boyish smirk on his lips.

“Well now don’t you be a lil’ shy eh?” and he was suddenly in front of the hut that Amita had darted under. She stayed as still as possible, and Rokhan’s companion hummed over her tracks.

“A snake?”

“A cobra. Y’know, I be thinkin’, you must be the one that young An’jen got in a fuss with her chaako about a few years ago.”

Amita soon found herself hanging in the air. Immediately she spat a hiss at the troll, snapping her body from side to side until she managed to wrap her muscular tail around his arm. Rokhan chuckled, then drew his head back when she attempted to bite his face.

“Mon, you be lucky you be havin’ such big hands,” his companion muttered, and Rokhan scoffed.

“So it be a bit big for a cobra! So what?”

“Not many of us can just be holding one like that, Rokhan.”

He pursed his lips. Amita ceased her struggling. Jashik obviously wasn’t nearby; otherwise, he would have come charging out of the jungle already.

She didn’t want them to know but-

Shifting back into her troll form was the best option Amita had. The looks of disbelief made her decision worth it.

And an uncanny stare settled on her back.

“Wha--”

“It be a child!?”

Amita scrambled between Rokhan’s legs, narrowly dodged the other male, and made a beeline straight for the jungles. Once again, Rokhan appeared suddenly beside her.

A bolt of lightning struck between the two, forcing Rokhan to jump back. Amita screamed, of course, but managed to dive into the foliage anyway. Rokhan had snarled.

Amita quickly shifted back into a cobra once she got a hold of herself. She slithered far down the beach, not caring what Rokhan and his companion were muttering about. The uncanny stare remained on her person, and no matter where she went, she felt it.

I be in stealth!! How can this gaze still be on me?! she was miffed. Amita could fully understand how Rokhan had discovered her: he’d drawn close enough to sense that she was there. And, regardless of her being in stealth, her long body would leave tracks on the sand.

So that be something I need to be workin’ on, she thought begrudgingly. Either she had to move faster, or she had to avoid the beach entirely.

Sniffling drew her out of her thoughts, and Amita halted.

Outside a hut, she could just barely make out the form of a child - one that she had seen before.

Amita’s curiosity got the better of her, and she slithered closer.

Wait.

Were those… bruises? The other girl wiped at her eyes, and wrapped her arms around her legs. There was a great deal of rummaging around in the hut behind her, and the girl appeared to bite down on her lip to stop from making any noise.

Against her better judgement, Amita slithered closer. And, further against her better judgement, she dropped out of her stealth. She flicked her tongue, releasing a quiet hiss.

“Ah-!!” the girl clapped her hand to her mouth, staring at Amita with frightful eyes. One was black. Amita slithered closer.

“Uh um wh-wai--”

She pressed her nose to the black eye, flicking her tongue again. Shan’do Stormrage had shown her how to use one simple healing spell while in her cobra form. It didn’t completely heal the bruise, but it healed the wound enough that it only faintly showed.

Amita didn’t know where to go from there. She ended up dipping her head to the other girl and started slithering away.

“Don’t--!”

Amita paused.

“Please don’t go, snakey…” the girl rubbed at her eyes again, “I don’t be havin’ many friends… will… will you be stayin’ with me… for a while…?”

Amita coiled in on herself, flicking her tail back and forth. The girl seemed to take this as a challenge of sorts.

“M-my name is Luxanai… I prefer Ani though… n-not that you can be talkin’, but… but I be guessin’ you should know, snakey. You’re um. You’re the snakey that An’jen be chasin’ some time ago, aren’t you?”

Amita reared up in interest at this.

“Do you have a name, snakey?” and Ani seemed to only be asking for the sake of making her stay.

Boy, did Amita have a surprise for her.

She cautiously slithered closer, turned, and began to drag the end of her tail in the dirt.

‘Amita’, she wrote. Luxanai beamed at her.

“Amita,” she said, giggling softly to herself, “I hope I be seeing you around more often.”

Luxanai looked over her shoulder, and sighed, “I think that everyone will be thinking I’m crazy if I be telling them that I made friends with a snakey… they’ll prob’ly say I be lyin’.”

The druid rested her head on Luxanai’s shoulder, bringing the other girl to giggle again. Luxanai reached up to pat Amita on the head - she allowed it. After all, Luxanai’s hand was shaking, and that wasn’t something Amita could ignore in good conscious.

Soon after, Amita lowered her head from Luxanai’s shoulder to her thigh. She subconsciously coiled herself around the other girl. Luxanai seemed content to just ramble about some of the other children, and Amita only paid half attention.

She wasn’t sure how long she remained at Luxanai’s side, simply giving the other girl the comfort of her company, but when someone harshly called for Luxanai, the little girl jolted.

Amita flopped onto the ground, startled, and was further confused by Luxanai waving her hands in a frantic shooing motion.

“Y-you gotta’ go, snakey, b-before my family be findin’ you,” her expression grew saddened, as if she were on the verge of tears, “I… I hope you’ll be stoppin’ by again sometime…”

The cobra growled softly, then quickly went on her way after dropping into her stealth - she’d heard a raptor cry just seconds after Luxanai had finished speaking, and slithered in that direction. Jashik was waiting for her just within the line of trees.

Thank you for reading!! I’m having quite a bit of fun with this, especially exploring the whole idea of Dreamwalking and what not (also, Gonk WAS the Loa that took Zenta’bra and some other trolls to the Emerald Dream in Cataclysm, so I see no reason for him to not be the reason why Amita gets there). As for why Naralex and Malfurion are involved... Amita had to learn druidic magic from someone.

And as much as I don’t like how Blizzard writes Malfurion, he’s clearly the sort of character that doesn’t see factions much. Again, this just means that I see no reason for him to be unwilling to teach Amita magic.

But yay! Now you all know why Amita calls herself Amita. Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

#WoW #World of Warcraft #fanfiction #Vol'jin #Amita Dakini #Fey'jun #Aza'aka #Ani #Air writes #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #I had this done for a while just...#Didn't have the art #hurgh #Fieschada

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mysunfreckle · 7 years ago

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In the dark

Troll!Courfeyrac/Vampire!Combeferre, Fluff, First Kiss, Fairy Tale AU (?)

Part of For Love of Lore, 1.1k

Courfeyrac adores a dance. The music, the movement, the energy.

That is one of the things he has never understood about humans: that they only ever seem to dance at night. In the woods where he grew up they danced by day as well as by night, making every sun-drenched clearing in the trees into a dance floor. Humans aren’t like that it seems. They need the cover of darkness and artificial light to give their joy free rein.

Of course Marius is much the same. Courfeyrac can never get him to dance in the light. At first Courfeyrac thought that it was an elvish thing, starlight and moonlight and such. But he has since learned that there are many elves that do dance in the full view of day.

Still, for the rare joy of dancing with his friend Courfeyrac has learned to appreciate the cover of darkness. And nowadays he has a second reason to value it.

“How can you say you never dance?” Courfeyrac laughs, all breathless delight. “You dance brilliantly!”

Combeferre smiles. He, of course, is not out of breath, but his clothes are slightly out of order and his hair is not as neat as it usually is. Courfeyrac thinks it looks very good on him.

“I was nervous,” he confesses. “I was afraid I’d step on your feet.”

“Troll feet are too fast to be stepped on,” Courfeyrac quips, swishing his tail. “And you never came close to stepping on my feet. You’re a much better dancer than you pretend to be.”

“Isn’t it a great partner that makes a great dancer?” Combeferre says.

Courfeyrac laughs. His own talent has very little to do with Combeferre obvious proficiency, but he never quarrels with compliments. At least not when they’re so prettily phrased and delivered by such a lovely voice.

The musicians take up a different song and Courfeyrac cheerfully draws closer to Combeferre, moving to follow the much slower rhythm. Combeferre hesitates for a moment, but then he wraps his arm around Courfeyrac’s waist and turns them both around to join the other couples. Among those couples are several friends, which makes Courfeyrac smile even wider. He can see Enjolras and Grantaire (dancing rather terribly, he’ll have to do something about that soon) and Cosette and Éponine dancing near them. Well, Cosette is dancing, Éponine alternates between swaying and trying to slyly kiss Cosette’s cheeks whenever she turns her head.

Courfeyrac looks away, smiling up at Combeferre again. He’d quite like to follow Éponine’s example, but he doesn’t quite dare. Combeferre did ask him out to the fair, but he never said it was a date…and there always seem to be people watching them…

“Quite the crowd,” Combeferre says, voice low.

Courfeyrac hums. Apart from the three young couples all the guests are human. At least as far as Courfeyrac knows, it is not always easy to tell. His eyes meet Combeferre’s and Courfeyrac lets his face relax into an impish smile.

“Can I ask you a nosy question?”

“Ask whatever you like,” Combeferre smiles. “I give no promises about answers though.”

Courfeyrac lowers his voice a little. “How many people in the village know you’re vampiric?”

“I imagine quite a lot more now than before I met you,” Combeferre replies after a short, amused silence.

“How come?” Courfeyrac asks, pressing a little closer still.

“I smile too much,” Combeferre says softly and he smiles again as he says it, making Courfeyrac wish very hard that there weren’t quite so many people around so they’d have a little more privacy.

Maybe Combeferre is thinking the same thing, because when this piece of music ends, he gently pulls Courfeyrac to the side. Courfeyrac lets him and they slowly stroll away from the crowd, leaving the cheerful lamplight of the fair behind in favour of the gentle darkness.

Courfeyrac is walking on Combeferre’s arm and he really doesn’t care where they’re walking. His head is as light as his heart right now and he feels like coaxing for more answers.

“Is it true that trolls smell different from humans?”

This time Combeferre laughs softly and oh that is a sound Courfeyrac could listen to all night. “I don’t know enough trolls to be able to tell you that,” he says.

“You’re saying I don’t smell different?” Courfeyrac gasps. “I am insulted.”

Combeferre laughs again, which was all Courfeyrac wanted, but he adds:

“Everyone smells different. I don’t…talk about it. It’s impolite. Freaks people out, probably rightfully so. But everyone has their own smell.”

Courfeyrac looks up at him. They’re still walking slowly and Combeferre has his eyes on the dark road ahead of them that he can probably see a lot better than Courfeyrac. He can’t resist… “What do I smell like?”

Combeferre doesn’t look at him. “It isn’t like that,” he mutters, holding still and looking up at the sky. “It’s not like a normal smell, it’s...the things you’re reminded of when you smell it.”

“Well…” Courfeyrac says, glancing up at the stars, but soon lowering his eyes to Combeferre again. “What memories do I smell of?”

There’s an odd sort of silence and Courfeyrac is about to change the subject when Combeferre finally meets his gaze again. Courfeyrac’s heart skips a happy beat and he waits a little longer.

Combeferre looks at him almost as if he’s lost in thought, but when he speaks his words are carefully chosen. “Like…sunshine pouring through green leaves.”

Courfeyrac smiles, but Combeferre isn’t done.

“And apples,” he says. “Red ones.”

His face looks like it would be red too if it was possible for him to blush and Courfeyrac looks up at him, rapt and waiting for more. Combeferre looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn’t.

“What else?” Courfeyrac prompts, very softly.

Combeferre leans forward just a little and Courfeyrac lifts his face in response. With movements as careful as their first dance that evening Combeferre lets his lips touch Courfeyrac’s. His lips are cool but his kiss is warm and Courfeyrac’s heart sings within him. Combeferre slowly pulls back again. “And like that,” he murmurs.

Courfeyrac can feel his face glowing. “Well,” he says, happiness warm in his voice. “I don’t see how I can remind you of that, because I’m pretty sure you’ve never done that before.”

Combeferre is still smiling and his eyes seem to have caught the light of the stars. “No, but I’ve thought about it a lot.”

The smile on Courfeyrac’s face puts the stars to shame. “Really?” he hums. “Good.” And with that he raises himself up on the toes of his bare feet and loops his arms around Combeferre’s neck for a second kiss. Because if they’ve both been thinking about this all this time they have to make up for an awful lot of lost time and they better start right now if they’re going to make any sort of progress before sunup.

#courferre #combeferre #courfeyrac #fantasy au #fairy tale au #for the record #selkie grantaire is a very good dancer #in the /water/#feet are difficult #for love of lore #i've missed this #good call deb <3 #and hope this is enough dancing for you sis xxx

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winchesters-favorite-girl · 7 years ago

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Tumblr Woes

A/N: This is my entry for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge! Happy birthday. I had the gif that you see below.

Word Count: 3724

Warnings: Angst, accusations of cheating, fluff

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You sat on your bed scrolling through Tumblr and couldn’t help the scowl that was overtaking your face. Your father and step mom always told you to stay away from the website, but you couldn’t help yourself; you were seventeen and thought you could take on the haters of Tumblr.

You were wrong.

After arguing with another person who ran a hate blog against your step mom you couldn’t take it anymore and slammed your laptop shut. These people thought they knew everything about your family’s life when in reality they only ever saw small glimpses of it.

So what if your family had a nanny? Most families have a nanny or babysitter.

So what if your family ordered dinner? The average American family eats out between four and five times a week.

Who cares if you have a cleaning lady? You can hire people on Craigslist to clean your house for twenty dollars.

However if your family does anything like this is all falls back on your step mom, Danneel, and how ‘terrible of a wife and mother’ she is; and you were sick of it.

You tossed your laptop further down your bed and dramatically fell back onto your pillows as you let out a huff.

“How’s the good fight coming?” You heard Danneel ask from your doorway.

“I hate everybody.” You replied in a flat tone while you continued to look at the ceiling.

“I don’t get why you go on that site kiddo, it’s always the same crap. Tumblr is a website filled with trolls.” She told you in a motherly tone.

“I know, it’s just-I don’t get why they’re so hateful, especially towards you. All you’ve done is marry a guy who had a twelve year old daughter, basically raised her as your own, had a baby of your own with the guy, and now you raise his kids so he can go make a TV show that they love; but since you were spotted taking me and JJ to get some barbecue that I wanted the other day, you’re a terrible person who needs to disappear. I just don’t get it.” You said in passionate voice.

“Honey,” Danneel sadly stated as she stopped leaning against the door and made her way towards you. She sat on the bed next to you and opened her arm for you to lean into her. “I don’t get it either, trust me I wish I did. We just gotta have thick skin and not listen to what they say.”

“I just hate it. They don’t know us. They don’t know you. They don’t know the story of this family and how you became my mom because my blood one didn’t want me.” You told her, trying to hold back the tears.

Danneel placed a kiss on your head, “I know sweetheart. We just have to learn to navigate around it.”

You sniffled as you leaned your head on her shoulder, “I hate people.”

Danneel couldn’t help but smile at your antics, “You’re ridiculous.”

“I don’t wanna go to the con next weekend with dad.” You told her.

“Why not?” Danneel questioned, glancing down at you, “You love going to the conventions.”

“Yeah, but, I just want a break from going. Don’t wanna risk running into one of those people.” You replied.

“You can’t let them ruin it for you sweetheart; that let’s them win.” She responded softly.

“Then they can win this round.” You flatly stated.

Danneel wrapped her arm around you and squeezed, “Why don’t you go talk to your dad about it? Maybe you can go with him and see the city then hangout with Misha or Mark for a while on Sunday?”

“Alright, I’ll talk to dad.” You said with a small smile.

“Good, better do it soon, I think he’s gonna rehearse some lines soon. Then come help me make some dinner? Otherwise I’ll go out to get us something and they’ll keep talking about how I feed you chicken nuggets every night or something.” She joked.

You couldn’t help but crack up with her words, “I’ll be down in a few.”

Making your way down the hallway to your dad’s office you couldn’t help but be somewhat nervous. Your dad had told you numerous times to stay off of Tumblr because of the things people would say. You knew he was going to ask what you saw that made you upset and explaining to him what people were saying about the family was always awkward and emotional.

Having to hear that people were saying about your family was always rough.

You were just glad that Danneel was so good about hearing what was being said and ignoring it. She knew it was all crap. She knew that your dad loved her more then anything, besides his kids. She was confident that her family wouldn’t fall apart over what some people were saying on the internet.

You wish you had that confidence.

Your dad met your birth mom when he was new to Hollywood. He was twenty one when you were born and by the time he turned twenty two, your mom had bolted. She left you with him and signed away all her parental rights, saying that she never wanted a child in the first place and that keeping you was a mistake.

A mistake that your father adored from the moment your mom told him she was pregnant.

Jensen was able to balance being a father and steady acting jobs in different television series. He dated occasionally, but his main focus was always you and work. It wasn’t until 2007 when you were nine years old that Danneel came into the picture as Jensen’s serious girlfriend. She’s been your mother ever since and you’ve always been terrified that something would happen and she would leave you, just like your other mom did.

Stopping in front of your father’s door you groaned internally, hating that you were going to have to have a ‘serious conversation’ as he liked to call them. You raised your hand up to knock on the door but stopped when you heard him from the other side; it seemed like he was talking to someone.

Confused, you slightly opened the door so that you could hear what he was saying but stopped cold when you heard him speak again.

“You’re right, I am drawn to you. And it bothers the hell out of me, 'cause I can't control it.“

You turned and high tailed it out of there when you heard that.

What the hell did I just hear?

Should I go back and see who he’s talking to?

Do I tell Mom?

Your mind was running a mile a minute and you had no idea what you were supposed to do. You made your way back to your room and shut the door, hoping it’d be able to keep the world out.

What am I supposed to do?

A week has passed since you overheard your father and it has been the hardest week of your teenage existence.

You avoided your father for that whole week after overhearing him in his office; you avoided Danneel too. You had no idea how to act around either of them or what you should do, it wasn’t a normal situation for a seventeen year old girl.

Jensen and Danneel both realized you had been acting differently but wanted to give you space. They both assumed it was something you found online that upset you and that in time you’d come to them to explain what happened, but seven days had passed and you still hadn’t budged.

It was beginning to worry your parents.

You were slicing up an apple when your dad came walking into the kitchen. Quickly grabbing your apple so you could escape, you moved to leave the room but the exit was blocked by Jensen.

“Hey kiddo, what’s up? Haven’t seen you too much lately.” He said as he leaned against the door.

You shrugged your shoulders before taking a slice of the apple, “Been busy with school.” You replied softly

“So busy you can’t eat dinner with your family any night this week?” Your dad responded before he reached out and grabbed an apple slice from the plate. Your response was to shrug your shoulders again. “Come on kiddo, you used to talk to me. Dee mentioned you saw some more stuff online, but you never came to me.”

“I just, I don’t wanna talk I guess. I’m allowed to not wanna talk.” You told him with an attitude.

“Hey, drop the tone.” Jensen said in his ‘dad voice’. “You know not to speak to anyone like that, especially me.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes with his words, “How am I supposed to act? Like the dutiful daughter to the perfect husband in the better then reality family? Too bad Dad, cause that’s not me.”

Jensen looked at you with wide eyes, surprised at your outburst, “Where is this coming from?”

“Just playin’ my part.” You sassed, “Can I go now?”

Jensen stood, shocked for another moment before snapping out of it. He nodded his head before slightly moving off to the side for you to pass. As you left the room Danneel entered from the other side of the kitchen.

“What was that?” She asked, almost out of breath.

“I have no idea.” Jensen replied sadly.

Danneel walked over to him and hugged him from behind, “We need to figure out what’s happening with her, so we can help.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think she’s gonna listen to me.” Jensen told his wife, “Maybe she’ll listen to you though? You know how much you mean to her.”

“I can try.” Danneel responded with a soft smile.

Later that night you were laying in bed watching Sons of Anarchy when there was a knock at your door.

“Go away!” You shouted, returning your attention back to the screen.

Instead of going away the door to your room opened, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” Danneel asked as she walked into your room.

You let out a huff, “Watching TV and enjoying some alone time.”

“You’ve had a lot of alone time lately.” She went straight to the point before sitting on your bed.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” You told her in an upset tone, “Please just leave me alone.” This was the first time you’d actually talked to Danneel since overhearing your father and you could feel the guilt rising in you. You wanted to shout at her that something was going on. That you were scared. That you needed help and didn’t know what to do.

Whenever you had a problem you could go to your dad or Danneel, only with this you couldn’t.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Danneel asked in a worried tone.

“I don’t know what to do.” You said as you felt tears begin to build behind your eyes.

“Honey, about what?” She questioned as he opened up her arms for you.

You quickly dove into her as the tears began to fall, “I’m so scared Mom.”

“Of what?” She begged you to tell her; she knew something was wrong and that you were holding back. Shaking your head at her question, Danneel took your face in her hands so that you were looking her in the eye. “Y/N, I can’t make it better if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.”

Holding back a sob you shook your head, “Dad’s gonna ruin everything.”

Danneel looked at you confused but you just dove into her chest again, “What do you mean he’s gonna ruin everything?” Shaking your head you continued to fall apart in Danneel arm’s as the pressure and fear of what you heard was crashing down on you.

“I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t wanna lose my family.” You tearfully replied.

“I don’t know what happened but he’s not doing anything wrong sweetheart. You’ll always have this family.” She told you before placing a kiss on your head, “Even if something did happen between your dad and me you wouldn’t lose this family. JJ is still your sister and I’m still your mom. I promise.”

The next morning you still refused to speak with your father and it was starting to worry both of them; especially after what you had told Danneel. Jensen was scheduled to fly out later that day to film in Vancouver and he decided if you hadn’t opened up to him by then, that you’d be going with him. It was something that happened often once you started to do homeschooling in your early teenage years.

You weren’t too happy when he informed you of the trip you’d be going on with him but packed your bags without objection, knowing it’d just make things worse if you fought him on it.

There was obvious tension when you flew to Vancouver, however you still stayed close to your father and he threw his arm around you in a protective manner when the paparazzi approached the pair of you at the airport.

Other then that you ignored Jensen the entire time.

It wasn’t until he took you on set the next day that you actually spoke to him.

“We’re filming this scene then we can go grab some lunch, I think catering brought in your favorite pizza place today.” He told you with a smile. You looked up at him from the iPad and gave him a blank stare before glancing back down. Letting out a sigh he walked to his mark, wondering what was going on and how to break through to you.

You spent most of the time scrolling around on Pinterest and occasionally looking up. You noticed that Emily was shooting a scene with your father which made you smile; Emily was always kind and fun to be around.

Returning your attention to the iPad you were pinning something you wanted to do to your room when you heard your father say something that made you whip your head up at the scene.

“Are you kidding me?” You whispered to yourself as everything became clear. You couldn’t help but put your face in your hands as you recalled everything from that day.

Your dad is practicing his lines.

You’re right. I am drawn to you.

You running away before you could hear any more.

“I am so dumb.” You said while beginning to cringe over the thought of the apology and explaining you were gonna have to do.

You watched them film the rest of the scene as you mulled over what you were going to say to your dad when he walked over. You were chewing on your nails when Jensen approached you, a concerned look on his face when he realized how apprehensive you looked.

“You okay kiddo?” He asked softly.

You shot him a forced smile and gulped, “I have some explaining to do...” You trailed off.

“You finally gonna tell me what’s been going on and why you think I’m gonna ruin the family?” Jensen asked softly as he motioned you to follow him to his trailer.

As the door shut you shot him another grimace, “I might have heard you practicing your lines saying you were drawn to someone after I read a bunch of hate against Mom and how you regretted marrying her and so I heard that and ran away before listening to more and didn’t know what to do and was worried that our family was gonna fall apart and that I was gonna lose Mom and I can’t lose her, I lost my other mom and I just can’t lose her and I thought I was gonna so I blamed you but I couldn’t talk about what I heard so-” You spoke so quickly that Jensen almost couldn’t understand you.

“Woh, Y/N take a breather.” He interrupted you, “You heard me practicing my lines saying I was drawn to someone and thought I was cheating on Danneel?” You grimaced at your father which was the only answer he needed, “Seriously?” He questioned in an annoyed tone.

“Sorry?” You offered.

Jensen rubbed his forehead and dragged his hand down his face, “You’re gonna be the cause of my death kid.” He paused for a moment before beginning again, “How many times do I have to tell you not to look at that crap?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked down at your shoes, “I’m sorry dad.” You stated, feeling like a scolded puppy.

Jensen just shook his head at you, “Were you planning on just ignoring me until you went off to college in a few years?”

Again you shrugged your shoulders, not sure how to respond. “I’m sorr-”

“Just stop.” Jensen interrupted you, letting out a sigh he spoke again, “We still have another hour of filming. You stay here and I’ll come grab you before we head back to the studio.” He told you before opening the door and walking out; the door slammed in the process leaving you there to feel even more guilty than ever.

Jensen groaned as he stepped back towards set. He was confused and annoyed about the situation he found himself in and wish Jared was there filming with him so he had someone to talk to.

As if the universe knew he needed to talk to someone, Jensen’s phone started to ring and Danneel’s name popped up on the screen. Hitting the answer button he let out a breath, “Hey babe.”

“Hey Jay, how’s operation ‘get the teenager to talk’ going?” Danneel asked.

“Mission accomplished, now I just gotta figure out how to react.” Jensen answered.

“What do you mean? What was going on?” Danneel pushed to understand what was happening.

Taking another breath Jensen began to explain what happened; how you overheard him practicing lines and thought that he was cheating on Danneel. How she didn’t know who to talk to. How you were afraid to lose your family. The more Jensen explained it the more he was beginning to see it from your point of view and understood why you were behaving the way you were. It wasn’t until Danneel said something to him that he felt guilty.

“She was just worried about her family Jay,” Danneel said softly, “Her mom left her and she was worried I was gonna leave too. She didn’t wanna betray you but she also didn’t want to keep something from me. She’s only seventeen and was put in a position she wasn’t prepared for. Go easy on her.”

Jensen came back from filming the scene and was ready to make everything better with you. The guilt was rising with him as he chewed over what Danneel had told him and he knew he needed to make it better; especially because he knew you were beating yourself up over it.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said as he walked into his trailer.

You looked up from your book and gave him a small smile, “Hi Daddy.” You said in a quiet tone.

“I think we need to talk.” He told you. Nodding your head you placed your book down and gave him your full attention. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hand. “I know you think I’m mad at you, but I’m not. I talked to Danneel and she-”

“You told Mom?” You asked in a nervous tone.

“I did, but she understood and she helped me better understand. You were worried about the family and that you’d lose another mom, but baby, I promise you that I’ll never do anything to put the family in jeopardy like that.” Your dad said in a strong voice, “You’re never gonna lose Danneel or the family we have now,” A smile broke out on his face, “As a matter of fact our family is gonna be growing even more soon.”

You looked up at your father’s face with a large smile, “Dee’s pregnant?” You asked.

Jensen nodded, “She is. We just found out, gotta go to the doctor’s and everything. We were gonna wait to tell you, but I figured this would just help make our point. The family isn’t going anywhere sweetheart.”

Nodding your head, Jensen pulled you into a tight hug before placing a kiss on your head, “And stop calling Danneel anything other then mom. She’s basically been your mom since you were nine years old.”

You let out a chuckle, “I know, it’s just a habit I guess since she’s not my actual mom.”

“Yeah she is.” You dad said with a smile, “She’s known you since you were a toddler and she’s spent more time raising you then I have these last few years. She’s your mom kiddo. She signed the adoption papers years ago. She’s just as much your mom as she is JJ’s and the new baby’s.”

With a grin on your face you looked down at your feet while you soaked in your dad’s words. It was something you already knew, but you were just always so afraid that your perfect family would come crumbling down and you’d lose it all.

“Now let’s get going, Jared texted me saying that catering has Troni’s and the shaved ice truck is there too.” Your dad said excitedly, “Only I think you’re gonna be missing out on the shaved ice.”

“What? Why?” You asked disappointed.

“Well, you can have some on one condition.” He offered.

“Name it.” You replied quickly.

“You can’t shut me out like you did.” His tone going from light hearted to serious, “I mean it. I thought we could always talk about anything and I need your word that you won’t try to block me out like you did.”

You quickly nodded your head, “I promise Dad, besides, it was really hard to ignore you all week. You were like this annoying buzzing fly that wouldn’t go away.” You joked.

Letting out a scoff, Jensen lightly shoved your arm, “You’re such a twerp.”

“I must get it from you.” You sassed back instantly.

Jensen gasped, “That’s it, no shaved ice for you.”

“I’ll just ask Uncle Jared for some then.” You replied as you jumped out of the trailer, “He likes me more anyways.”

“Does not!” Jensen shouted as he followed you out the door.

“Does too!”

“Does not!”

“Does too!”

#jen's spn birthday challenge #jensen x reader #jensen x daughter!reader #spn cast x reader #real person fanfiction #danneel x reader #angsty #katie writes #and laughs evilly #muhahaha

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selenityshiroi · 7 years ago

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Fairy Tail 545 Final Chapter

Unpopular opinion, I kind of love the open endedness.

I mean, there were some things I would have liked to have seen resolved or addressed. I would have liked to have seen Gray give Juvia her answer (although, since we already got confirmation of his feelings this doesn’t feel like too much of a bother), I would have liked to have seen Lucy confront Natsu about him leaving for a year, I would have liked to have seen what happened to Brandish, I would have liked to have heard about Lucy finding Aquarius’ key during the year...

But I think this is a fitting ending for the manga because, really, the adventure hasn’t ended for them. We always knew there would be a story beyond the ending (unless there was a ‘rocks fall, everyone dies’ ending which was NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN) so it’s nice to think of everyone living their lives beyond what we see.

Also, so much room for extra content! If Dragon Cry has been financially successful (and I guess we won’t know for certain until the DVD/Blu Ray release later in the year) then I can CERTAINLY see another movie being released based after the manga end. And it wouldn’t surprise me if Mashima released a couple of omake chapters at some point, even though I’m sure he’ll want to focus on his new project for a bit.

I don’t think the anime will expand too much on the manga but we have that to look forward to, as well. I can’t wait!

But, back to the chapter, there were a lot of things I really liked.

I’m not all that impressed with the scanlation (outside of several pieces of dialogue in the wrong bubbles, some of the translations are a bit awkward) so I may comment again after we get the official translation on Wednesday, but there were a lot of cute moments as well as a lot of teasing and trolling.

Gruvia, as I said, have already confirmed their feelings so seeing Gray acting like a protective (if shy!) boyfriend was cute if probably underwhelming to some people. But, for me, the background work was already done when it came to them, so they literally needed a panel to confirm that they were together.

The Gajevy babies are probably a dream come true for their shippers! (also lol at poor Wendy, what else has her poor sensitive ears overheard)

I laughed like hell at the Laxus ship trolling! I don’t particularly care about any Laxus ships but I hope the fans of his ships got a giggle out of it rather than it sparking any ship wars!

It was nice to see that Sherria managed a little magic to show her recovery is underway. I’m less thrilled about Mermaid Heel being exclusive models...but lol at the Sabertooth Eating Contest being their major event.

Also, Anna and Lucy meet up and Anna is a teacher (also I am laughing so fucking much at the whole scent thing because I remember some anti-Nalu fans saying that Nalu would be incestuous because Anna taught Natsu as a child (hahaha wtf so much bad logic) and then there is Gajeel going ‘haha you like Anna because she smells like Lucy’ and Natsu is just ‘yes, and???’ and I think we can say that it is canon that Natsu likes the way Lucy smells and also Lucy is the more significant relationship in his life and if anything his feelings for her would influence the way he felt about Anna and not the other way around)

I saw a lot on the tags about people feeling that Jerza got shafted, and I get that they didn’t share a panel. But, holy shit, Jellal got pardoned (thank you Queen Hisui!!!) and Lucy commenting on Erza carefully brushing her hair everyday...

I mean, everyone is aware that Japanese romantic tropes are completely different than Anglo-American ones, right? That Japanese romantic tropes are more about subtlety and quiet devotion?

Erza carefully tending to the hair that Jellal named her for is super fucking romantic. And Hisui once again pressed the importance of living onto Jellal (which had previously been thrust upon him by Ichiya in the context that he needed to live for ERZA). They may not have shared a panel, but it was made super, super clear that they are tied together.

(Also, Kinana mentioned that Erik is her boyfriend so obviously the Crime Sorciere peeps aren’t that far away)

And as for Nalu...oh boy. Again, JAPANESE ROMANTIC TROPES ARE NOT ANGLO-AMERICAN ROMANTIC TROPES.

Would I have liked to have seen Nalu kids or some sort of confirmation that they get together eventually? Sure. But, to be honest, mostly to throw it into the faces of salty salty haters.

One thing that I WASN’T expecting was some sort of love confession. A hug? Sure. And we got that. But not a love confession and not a kiss.

I would have always expected their affections to be expressed in some sort of devotion to being together. Hell, even my 13500 word Nalu fic (which is mostly jossed because of the year later thing) doesn’t feature a single moment of them confessing their feelings for each other but is instead focused around their desire to be together and to build a home together. So you can tell I didn’t believe it would go down like that.

And what did we get? We got Natsu telling Lucy that they would be together forever.

This is the Natsu who worked alone before Lucy. Who left her before Tenrou to train on his own. Who got scared and left on a training journey for a year.

But now? Now he wants them to be together from now on. And that, to me, says a lot more than a kiss would.

And, also, Mashima-sensei is a fucking tease!

(the 100 year mission being his ‘thing he wants to do’...lol...at least it’s clear that it was something he’s been planning on doing with Lucy!)

Final few things:

LUCY, WHY DID YOU CUT YOUR HAIR??? I’m crying, her long hair was so cute...and I hate her first default outfit. I’m guessing it’s for nostalgia purposes but, fuck you...I’m gonna headcanon that the outfit gets destroyed almost instantly (the only time I’m advocating for her clothes to get destroyed) and she gets Cancer to lengthen her hair again because she misses it.

The Zervis reincarnations...I think it is cute but at the same time...how did they get reincarnated into the past? But then...Zeref was rocking the power of time and space just before he died and Acnologia was playing around with Space Time, too. So maybe it was just a convenient time to die. Anyway, here is to them getting a second chance at happiness. I would have preferred getting their ghosts trolling the guild hall but what can you do!

And finally, I’m so sad that this is the end but at the same time I don’t feel like it is?

I have no idea what I’m going to look forward to week after week without my precious babies. There is so much fanfiction room and I’m content with where it has been left, but there is also so much more I would have liked to have seen. And it really does feel like we could drop in on them again whenever we want to, so it doesn’t feel like they are forever gone.

So I’m sad but I don’t feel like there is anything to mourn.

#fairy tail #fairy tail spoilers #spoilers #manga spoilers #fairy tail manga spoilers #nalu #jerza #gruvia #forever living a natsu dragneel appreciation life #sunshine princess

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toseektoknoww · 8 years ago

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Star ==> Dance?

So, after a rather harsh morning of trying to drag himself up and out of bed, Star was up and grabbing his taped together glasses to hunt down his clothes. Kissing his moirails cheek as the warmer troll slept beside him, and he was gone.

Carefully opening his closet, Star looks down at his legs before puffing up and grabbing the outfit he had in mind. It was cute and... Not so bedazzled as his other clothes, so maybe when they were dancing outside of Potsies hivestem, the poor boy would’t get so many strange looks? Well, that’s what Star was hoping for as he slips on the simple white blouse and smooths out the soft pastel purple skirt. Then fixing the matching suspenders keeping the higher waist skirt up.

Inhale, exhale, he smiles and fixes his broken glasses whilst his tail flicks behind him. Up down, up down. Feet silent as he scuttles away, Star smiles as he watches the white, slightly purple, stalkings hide his legs while he moves.

Standing on the transportalizer, Star had a face breaking smile in place.

He loved visiting people, so when he found himself at the coords sent to him, and Potsie there to meet him, the larger one grins and waves lowly, to not give them too much attention--not any more then his height would! Animatedly, the two both talk about what dances to do, how they would work with his legs--the WHOLE kitandcabootle!

Needless to say, the Starboy was excited.

As the two laugh at a stupid joke, Star pulled a candy out of his pocket to eat it whilst listening to Potsie explain their first dance, mimicking the moves by himself as Star sits on the first available surface near there. Most likely a cement blockaid, or staircase. And it sounded positively amazing! So, enthusiastically, the larger male stands up and follows his friend to the middle of the area and does as told. Hands resting on the lightblue clad shoulders of his long shirt wearing nerd of a friend. Humming as Potsie’s end up on his violet waist, and he looks down.

Earfins alert as he watches the others feet, he follows, laughing when he does it right. Though he would quickly back step whenever he’d accidentally step on Warrens feet, a sheepish smile dancing on his face before the blueblood laughs and shrugs.

Soon, they’re both moving quickly, and making up stupid music to dance with. Laughing and holding hands to keep the dance going as they pull back together. Hoping and spinning, they forget the funny looks and whispered comments as they just enjoy the day, and it’s not even over!

Caught up in the dance, Soon both were just swinging next to each other, grinning ear to ear, Slowing down only when Potsie wanted to add something new, and only getting harder once Star got it enough to resume their stupid little dance. Hands linking again as they then cup their hands and Warren grabs Stars waist as a goofy mock of the salsa. Making the higherblood cackle as he’s then spun away and back towards his companion.

Then the ground is out from under his feet. Hands son Webbers shoulders and feet up under him, he laughs before his feet meet the ground again, and he spins away with a tired huff.

After another few moves, the two are arms distance away from each other. Out of breath; warm faced; and smiling after an hour or two of dancing with few breaks.

Awkward laugh leaving Star, he rubs the back of his neck before shrugging. “So... WWanna get a drink ‘nd relax for a bit before singin’?”

“... Yeah! Why not?”

Today was a good day.

#long post #Ask To Tag?#webberboy #Eristar Actions #So these two had an active day #I could have done better; but I'm happy!

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grinningreaperwrites · 8 years ago

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Slow Morning

Summary: DaveJadeKat. Mornings. Fluff.

I woke to someone (Jade) pressing wet puppy-kisses to my cheeks, before leaning over me and presumably waking Karkat as well. The big troll grumbled and rolled into my shoulder, and Jade leaned back and smiled brightly at her boyfriends.

“Aww! Snuggly little puppies!” She chirped, before swaying out of the room. “I’m making bacon-bagels! Don’t be late!” she called over her shoulder.

Karkat propped himself up on an elbow to call after her. “You play dirty, Harley!” I let myself roll into the dip from his arm and curled around it, hiding my face in the blankets and enjoying the reverberation from his growly morning voice as it shivered through my chest. “C’mon, Dave, she’ll feed our bacon to the dogs if we’re late.”

“A Knight of Time is never late.” I told his arm. “And, I have fifty-seven hours before I have to be a famous movie director again. It’s nine thirty-two in the morning on a Saturday. Gimme a break.”

Karkat sighed and leaned over me, plucking our shades off of the nightstand. The shades weren’t a product of light sensitivity, this new planet’s sun wasn’t as bright as Alternia’s, but of his long-standing fear of being persecuted for his blood color. When we were younger, he’d hid it by avoiding injury and wearing gray make-up to hide a mutant red blush, but his eye color had come in with his adult molt two years ago, and though they were a few shades darker than his blood he was self-conscious about it.

“Fifty-seven hours is like two days, right?” He plowed on before waiting for an answer. “You’ll have plenty of time to be smothered in dog kisses and update your comic or whatever else weird, pale, immortal Time gods need to unwind. I want bacon right now. And you to accompany me.” He tugged his arm out of my grasp and rolled off Jade’s side of the bed, padding over to the pile of clean clothes we hadn’t gotten to putting away yet.

I whined into the blankets. “Totally cool, ironic, immortal Time gods snuggle their boyfriends until at least eleven in the morning.”

“We can do that tomorrow, since then it’s your turn to cook.” He decided, and then there’s the soft plop of clothes hitting the hamper or somewhere nearby.

“I will hold you to that. And Jade. Even though she hasn’t agreed yet.” I said as I pulled the covers more comfortably up to my chin, turning my face into the pillow. Karkat’s footsteps retreat in the direction of the bathroom, and I almost successfully drift off again before he comes back out.

“Dave. Get up.” He huffed, pushing my shoulder.

I hummed softly and squirmed away from his insistent hands.

“Dave.” He repeated, poking the back of my neck. This time, I tried not to react, to pretend I had fallen back asleep, but I must’ve failed because he sighs.

Then his arm is under my back, scooping me up, and the other comes up to more securely cradle me to his chest.

I yelped in surprise and clung to his shirt, blinking back into awareness to glare at him properly.

He didn’t notice, and instead began carrying me out to the kitchen, where, okay, yeah, the bacon smelled heavenly.

We weren’t the only ones waiting on food, though; Jade’s foster dogs waited somewhat patiently for their share from the open doors to the back deck, trying very hard to look pitiful.

Karkat plopped me down in a chair and fished my shades out of his pocket, placing them in front of me. I dropped my head into my arms and huffed as he patted my head. He looped around the table, and Jade squeaked as he pressed kisses into her fluffy dog ears.

“Here, Karkat. Coffee’s ready.” She smiled as she plucked two mugs from the rack beside the sink. I lifted my head slightly, enough to watch Karkat pour out coffee for both of us.

Jade already had a cup to the right of the stovetop, probably pumpkin spice flavored, so he only fiddled with one. He liked trying out all the different combinations of sugar and flavoring, but I liked mine black. He’d asked me once why I preferred the bitter taste, and before my sister Rose, who we’d gone out for coffee with, could open her mouth to give a psychological reason behind it I’d said, ‘It’s sharp like you are and dark like Jade, it’s both my dates in one.” He’d ducked his head shyly and Jade beamed, “Dave! You adorable sap!”, while Rose watched with her ‘I see your soul’ smile.

He sat down next to me and pushed the mug at my elbow. I sat up straighter and took a sip, offering him a small but grateful smile. I still hadn’t quite gotten the hang of expressions, but we’d all been friends and then partners long enough that they could read me pretty easily when I wanted, even if I was wearing my shades.

Jade clicked a few buttons on the stove and then began layering bacon onto the cream cheese slathered bagels set out to her left. The first time she’d made these we’d looked at her like she was crazy, but she’d convinced us to try some and now she made them whenever something big happened, like the day after I finished a movie.

The dogs watched intently, as they would get the extra bacon with their kibble. She flipped the top halves over to complete the sandwiches, then swirled around to set the plate on the table before bringing the frying pan with the spare bacon over to the dogs.

“Oh, look at such good boys and girls!” She cooed, scooping kibble into the dishes. “I think you deserve a treat, yes you do.” She placed a strip of bacon in each dish, then stepped back as the dogs jumped forward hungrily. She turned to smile at us, each holding a bacon-bagel, and then swept over to the sink to drop off the pan and pick up her coffee. She sat across from us and picked up a bagel of her own.

For three minutes and four seconds there was relative silence as we ate, aside from the chewing and the grumbling of Pringle the pug, Jade’s tail could be heard fwapping against her chair as it wagged.

Then Karkat spoke up. “I promised Dave we’d sleep in tomorrow.”

Jade tipped her head to the side. “Was that how you got him out of bed?”

“No.” I answered before him. “He just carried me. Without my permission.”

“Did you want to miss baconagels or what?” Karkat huffed. Jade smiled at the portmanteau, and I made my lip twitch.

“Well… No… But I did want to sleep. Rose has a book signing at three forty-five and I should be a supportive big brother and go, but people suck.”

They nodded in agreement, and Karkat wrinkled his nose at his coffee.

“Weird combination? What’d you try?” Jade leaned forward excitedly as she talked, sniffing at the air with her sensitive nose.

“No, it’s fine, just, I didn’t mix the cinnamon in well enough. There’s clumps.”

Jade nodded again. “Ah. Pity.” Then she switched her attention back to me. “Do you really think you’re the elder brother? I thought we were all born or hatched or whatever one uses for clones at the same time.”

“I think we were, yeah, but all my timeloops mean I’m nearly a year older than all of you.” I responded, possibly a little smugly. Jade stuck her tongue out at me and Karkat made a flapping motion with his hand, the other diving into his pocket.

He pulled out his phone and frowned down at the screen, mouthing the English words. Though he was verbally fluent, he hadn’t started learning written English until we’d shown up on the new planet. All the rules and their exceptions irritated him to no end, but he had set up an English-Alternian blog to help him get used to it.

Eventually, he held the phone out towards Jade. “You sister-parent-clone says her girlfriend’s cats are loose.”

Jade leaned forward again to squint at the screen through her glasses. “Oh my god! We should go help! The poor kitties!” She jumped up from the table, literally wolfing down her bagel, and rushed down the hall looking for shoes.

“You just want a chance to chase cats!” I call after her, draining my coffee and standing up. “There goes our morning, anyway…” I tell the kitchen, and Karkat sighs in agreement.

#WRITING #reaperwrites #HOMESTUCK #FANFICTION #FLUFF #DAVEJADEKAT #DAVE STRIDER #JADE HARLEY #KARKAT VANTAS

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hollowpages · 6 years ago

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The Tales of Valandras and Lorafaen 5 (Commission)

The following is a commission. Mild sexual stuff may come and go, but, nothing overly mature.

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The Tales of Valandras and Lorafaen - Mother Talk

Time had passed after Valandras’ thirtieth birthday - a few weeks, three-and-a-half to be more exact. Now, it was a bright, warm Tuesday, and Valandras and Lorafaen had agreed to go to the each again. They hadn’t seen each other for a while, not since early last week on Monday, and even then, only briefly. Since their previous meeting - rather, since his birthday - Valandras had spent some time working on his physique. He was lounging about at home, waiting for her, currently wearing board shorts and no top. It was a little strange to be so… well, less modest than normal. But, he enjoyed the way Lorafaen reacted to his physique. He’d only toned up a little, specifically working on his abdominal region. He recalled he’d once spent a great deal of time working on his arms, only for them swell up a little too much, to the point where he looked more like a troll than a man. He couldn’t have that, so, he kept his arms toned, but his chest and stomach were a different matter. He chuckled to himself as he waited. He was eager to see Lorafaen’s reaction - and he, admittedly, wondered how her physique had changed, if at all. He knew as well as she that her body had the exact same effect on him, after all. If anything, she’d be buffer now, too. He could just picture it… But he shrugged this off, preferring for her to be in front of him in person before he began to fantasize about such things. For now, he waited, calm and collected, his scar out in the open - he had decided not to use magic to mask it, not when he was with Lorafaen. He felt more… confident when he was with her, more willing to expose the scars given to him so long ago. It would be different if he were travelling far and alone, but going to the beach with his girlfriend? A harmless enough excursion, and he felt no need to hide the scars. No one tried to kill them or threaten him. Yet. ‘I can’t wait to see her,’ Valandras thought. He was giddy like a child despite his age, not that he minded all that much. ‘It’ll be fun going to the beach with her again.’ He paused and eyed his physique. ‘And I do hope she likes the effort I’ve put into myself. I’m sure she’s done the same…’ He stopped then and his nostrils flared. Lorafaen’s scent reached his nose, and he turned, ever so slightly, toward the source of the smell. He could hear her sneakily moving toward him from behind, likely trying to surprise him once more. He snorted to himself - he wasn’t going to be fooled that easily, not after the previous time. Valandras grinned and stood up, casually strolling over a few steps. He waited, listening intently as her footsteps neared, and then, he turned around in the blink of an eye. Lorafaen stood there, looking ready to pounce, only for her to gape when she saw him and freeze in place. “Nice try, my move,” Valandras said, shaking a finger. “Aw, dammit,” Lorafaen grumbled. “I was so sure I’d get you again. Stinking werewolf.” He chuckled, only to notice - as Lorafaen straightened up her posture - her volutous form. And, lo and behold, he wasn’t wrong in his expectations. Lorafaen’s body was even more built than it had been weeks ago during his birthday party. Before, she’d developed a good amount of muscle from working out, a testament to her desires to match Valandras in the muscle department. Then, he’d been wowed by how gorgeous she looked. Now, he was practically salivating. In his days, Valandras had met only a small handful of women who worked out enough to boast the level of muscle one would typically see in men. He knew plenty - PLENTY - of toned women with nice biceps and abs for days, the sorts who looked damn good and would kick any fool’s sorry behind that belittled or thought lesser of them for their gender. Yet the ones Valandras was thinking of went beyond that, with impressive, sculpted forms that would make average men jealous. And now, Lorafaen was heading that way. Her stomach was perfectly chiseled, blending the rock-hard look of her six pack with the still pronounced curves of her waist and hips. Her arms, too, were looking damned impressive, and Valandras couldn’t for the life of him NOT stare at and admire such physical empowerment. Of course, she looked gorgeous either way - she’d just gone from a lithe, voluptuous beauty to a beefy voluptuous beauty. “My eyes are up here, Val,” Lorafaen said, pointing to her face. Her lips curled into a smug, satisfied grin. “I take it you like the additional work I’ve put into my body?” “Y-yes,” Valandras said, blushing. “Very much so, Lora.” She giggled, then noticed his physique. Her cheeks burned and she bit her lip, trying - and failing - to hide the satisfactory smile she developed. “Ooh. Wow. Seems you’ve been working out, too, Val.” She reached out and ran one hand down his hardened stomach, feeling the muscle there and smiling. And, as Valandras expected, her finger pressed into his navel. A surge shot up his spine and he stifled the gasp he would’ve uttered otherwise, but rather than pull away, he stood there, watching his Tiefling lover probe the umbilical scar with a bizarre amount of interest in her eyes. “You know, I swear your belly button is even cuter now than before,” Lorafaen said. “It’s like a little cave in the center of those sexy abs of yours. Mm.” She removed her finger and trekked her hand across his stomach again. “You could grate cheese on these babies.” Valandras, amidst his interest and blush, chuckled softly. “I appreciate it. But, you know…” Lorafaen removed her hand and took Valandras’, silently placing it upon her own abs. She grinned at him, clearly already knowing where his head was at, since he was about to say the same of hers. His cheeks burned hotter, and he did as she had, trailing his hand across the hardened plains of her abdominal area. And by the gods did it feel wonderful. Valandras was both aroused and amazed by the texture, how smooth Lorafaen’s skin was despite the fact her abs were almost as pronounced as his. “I think we should both sell our middles out to the local butcher shops,” Valandras said softly. “They’d get more meat ground in a day that way.” Lorafaen giggled, a hint of devilish glee mixing with genuine smugness in her eyes. “I’m sure they would.” Valandras was about to retract his hand when he, deciding to give Lorafaen a taste of her own medicine, poked his finger into HER navel. He was surprised, first by the quiet, almost contented sigh that escaped Lorafaen’s lips the second he did so, and then by the fact her navel was… “I had no idea it was so… soft,” Valandras murmured. He was a little transfixed, in fact. Lorafaen smiled at him. “My belly button’s pretty deep, too, isn’t it?” Valandras nodded. “It’s like it wants to eat my finger.” “Told you.” Valandras had to admit he liked the soft texture, and he liked how he could feel Lorafaen’s breathing - the rising and falling of her stomach, plus the way she seemed to twitch when he moved his finger in the little divot. He retracted his finger and looked at her, noting the satisfied grin still sitting on her face. “You really do have a navel fetish, don’t you?” Valandras asked. Lorafaen shrugged. “I might. I might not. But, either way.” She patted her abs and let her tail flick out, running it from his ankle up his leg, pausing at the hole where his leg left the board shorts. “You said you wanted to head to the beach again?” “Yes,” Valandras said. “I was going to suggest we do our trip like before - head to town first for some drinks and then have a nice little picnic at the beach?” Lorafaen giggled. “Booze sounds lovely, of course. Perhaps we could even liven things up a tad, hm?” She flicked her tail up to his stomach. “Body shots?” Valandras swallowed the lump in his throat. “M-maybe.” Lorafaen giggled once more. “Oh, Val.” She kissed him. “You know, you come off like the ‘big, strong hunk’ when you want, but the moment I act a little sexy, you melt on the spot. All buff, but no tough, aren’t you, love?” “Hmph.” Valandras kissed her back, then folded his arms. “It’s not my fault. You’re no different, you know. You act all cocky one second, then you’re blushing and demure the next.” “True!” Lorafaen said. “But it’s hard to stay uber cocky when your lover is sex on legs.” Valandras face was on fire, so much he had to look away. “You’re one to talk…” “I’m aware.” Lorafaen winked. “Now, are we going to spend our day trying to up the other in who is sexiest and why, or do you want to go to the beach as planned?” Valandras rolled his eyes. “Yes, let’s go.” They kissed once more and proceeded to leave, heading again toward the town for food and drink. As they walked, Lorafaen kept her eye on Valandras, taking in his emotions. While she didn’t show it externally - nor mention it - she was, in fact, very mindful of how he acted or looked whenever they were in public together. His heightened senses granted him many benefits, but the fact he was a werewolf also left him with a great deal of anxiety and nervousness. And with his scars showing, it was even more of a reason for him to be that way. Lorafaen didn’t expect Valandras to be fully okay with showing his scars in public - sure, he would claim he was fine and he would, on the surface, feel more at ease with her around, but she knew the inner workings of the mind - any mind in general, really - were not so forgiving. She knew he was bothered by it, and even though he seemed alright, she could tell in his eyes - deep in the tides of those lovely orbs - that Valandras was still thinking and reacting to every potential encounter as if it might turn hostile. “Shall we get more Four Oceans Bourbon this time?” Lorafaen asked, hoping to distract Valandras. No one looked at him with fright or suspicion, but, even so, it never hurt to be too careful. “Oh! And some more The Thunderclap Ale?” Valandras nodded. “That sounds good, actually. And while we’re at it, food sounds good. What are you in the mood for? Chicken? Lobster?” Lorafaen tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Chicken sounds nice, but I’d rather fancy some lobster, actually. Been a while since I’ve had it. Oh, and hows about Wild Rose Wine to go with it? I’ve heard from some friends that the wine goes great with cooked lobster.” Valandras eyed her. “Really now?” “Yup,” Lorafaen said. “It’s a sweet-tasting wine, with an almost floral fragrance to it. It’s not quite like you’re drinking roses, but, it’s close. But, trust me - as odd as it might sound, it’s wonderful.” “I’ve never had it before,” Valandras said. “You’ll love the taste,” Lorafaen said, nodding confidently. Valandras smirked, and he opted to give it a shot. It didn’t take too long for them to purchase everything for their beach picnic. Once they had them, they walked to the beach together, chatting casually about whatever happened to cross their minds. Lorafaen was pleased to see Valandras in good spirits, although being away from a public place packed with people certainly helped. When they arrived, they set their things up and sat together on a nice, isolated patch of sand. The weather was still grand, and they had a great view of the beautiful ocean stretching out before then, as well as the friendly ocean life. A few dolphins were playing in the distance, crabs scurried about at the edge of the ocean, and fish swam close - they even spotted a lone shark drifting about. “If ever there was a place that I could describe as the essence of peace, it’d be this beach,” Lorafaen said. She and Valandras sat together, drinking and eating as they gazed out at the sea. “Agreed,” Valandras said. They rested their heads against one another’s for a while, drinking their beverages in silence. Valandras tasted the Wild Rose Wine and was taken aback by the sharpness of the sweet taste on his tongue. It was a little TOO sweet by his standards, but, he sipped at it slowly, enough to where it didn’t overwhelm him. It wasn’t bad, just took getting used to. “May I ask a question, Val?” Lorafaen asked. She sipped at her Wind Rose. The flavor was perfect to her, the sweetness far from being overbearing. Valandras sipped at his glass of Thunderclap. “Of course.” “What was your mother like?” Valandras took another, longer drink, and considered this. “To tell you about her… it’s not a simple feat, though it might seem that way. Granted, as her son, I’m biased. I know my sister would be the same if you asked her.” He chuckled at this, and turned his gaze to Lorafaen. “My mother, on the surface, was beautful, wise, and kind. She was the sort of woman you would picture in children’s fairy tales or bedtime stories, I suppose, as the regal queenlike figure that did her best to help whoever the real hero of the story was. But, in many regards, she was like this ocean.” “Peaceful and calm?” Lorafaen asked. “Yes,” Valandras said, “but also fully capable of shifting at a moment’s notice. Her anger… it wasn’t something you would want to lay eyes on. There are many different types of angers in the world. For me, even with the wolf lurking, my rage is more of a quiet, tense affair. Clenched teeth, hands balled into fists, a surge of heat to reflect my anger.” He eyed her speculatively. “There’s you, then…” Lorafaen showed no shame in responding. “I’m more external with my anger. I curse and shout, I’m well aware. Mine’s pretty explosive.” He nodded, unwilling - or unable - to say she was wrong. “But, my mother? She was… on a different level. When she got angry, truly angry, the air would grow thick and tense. You’d start to breathe heavy, and she would get this… LOOK in her eyes. A look of malice, a look of pure fury. It was terrifying. And her voice - she swore as violently as you, Lora, but she did so calmly. Icily, almost. The combination was… frightening.” Lorafaen stared at him, taking in the look on his face as he said this. Stern and completely serious - a surprise to her given how much he adored his mother normally. “Did you…?” “I never angered her to that level,” Valandras said, his voice quiet. “Zelyra did, but only once, and it was a brief episode. No. I’ve just… I remember seeing her enraged several times. It’s not something you forget, even when you’re a child at the time.” “That bad?” Lorafaen asked. He nodded. “The first time Zel and I witnessed our mother’s fury was probably the worst. I think it was her eyes that scarred me the most, truth be told. Even as a child, I’d heard plenty of cursing - foul language was second nature to my mother, and Zelyra picked it up after her. No, it was her eyes. That… death glare she took. It was almost as if shadows somehow formed out of thin air to surround her face, and as it did, her eyes transformed. Her pupils were gone, and she just had these… blank, vicious blue eyes that glowed. It was terrifying. I had nightmares about it for weeks.” Lorafaen grimaced. “Oh. I had no idea. I’m sorry.” He waved a hand. “It’s fine. My mother was incredibly apologetic to us. She hated when she lost her temper in front of us when we were children.” “What did Zelyra do to get her upset?” Lorafaen asked, unable to help herself. Valandras’ lips twitched. “She lied. Lied on top of another lie, that sort of thing. She was young, of course, and the whole situation was… It wasn’t some terrible thing, really. It was just that sort of ‘I’m young and I want to do this, but to do it, I have to lie’ scenarios, if that makes sense?” Lorafaen giggled. “I’ve done that a few times.” She drank more of the wine, smiling when Valandras arched an eyebrow at her. “Oh, don’t give me that look. We were all young once.” “True enough.” He smiled, briefly, before continuing, “At any rate, our mother found out, as all mothers tend to do. And when confronted with it, Zel lied. Thing is, you couldn’t lie to our mother. She was far more in tune with the spirit and psychic realms, far more than I ever will be. She had a sixth sense for these things, so, she called Zel out. Zel lied again. She kept spinning this lie out because, as you said, she was young. Young and arrogant and foolish. And our mother got upset.” Lorafaen nodded slowly. “I imagine it wasn’t a pretty sight.” “Not at all,” Valandras said. “Zel was traumatized for months. Granted, again, our mother was very apologetic and felt horrible for it. Fortunately, they mended fences, and, Zel opted to NOT lie to her again.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t feel bad for Zelyra. She’s just as arrogant and foolish as she was back then. She’s just smarter, now.” Lorafaen giggled. “Smart and arrogant? Always a bad combination.” He chortled. “Yes, but she gets along just fine. She’s at least got a consience about her ego, the fool.” He sighed then. “Our mother was a strong, stubborn woman. Temper or no, she was a good mother, a good teacher, and a good friend. I know she would’ve loved you. You’re alike in a lot of ways, truth be told.” “Stubborn and foul-mouthed when angry?” Lorafaen said, snickering. “Yes, for sure,” Valandras said, grinning. “But, you’re also very similar in personality and demeanor. You’d have gotten along perfectly, I’m certain.” “She sounds like a lovely lady, even with the temper,” Lorafaen said, nodding to herself before her grin turned smug. “And I’m quite aware that she would’ve loved me. I’m a lovable sort, if I do say so myself.” Valandras snorted, and Lorafaen nudged his shoulder, grinning wide. Her expression gradually softened up. “You know, I do still feel she would’ve been proud of the man you’ve become.” She smiled. “And I’m sure she’d be proud of Zelyra, too.” “She would,” Valandras said, flicking his gaze back to the ocean. “She was always the sort to gush about us to random strangers. That proud-yet-somewhat-embarrassing mother figure. She played that trope well.” Silence fell, and the two sat together for a while longer. Lorafaen was the one to break it again. She kissed Valandras on the cheek first, then got to her feet and squeezed his shoulder. “How’s about a swim, Val?” Valandras pondered this. “Sure, sounds nice. But what about we have a little bet?” “A bet, eh?” Lorafaen arched one eyebrow. “I’m listening.” “If you can get to the coral first…” He pointed to his navel. “This is yours for the rest of the day, and maybe something more…” He winked, “intimate. And if I win, then I get to explore YOUR belly button.” He pointed at hers. “How’s that sound?” Lorafaen’s lips twitched. “Trying to stick your finger in my belly button, Val? Naughty, naughty boy.” She grinned. “I accept. I especially like the combination I get if I win.” “You have to win first,” Valandras said. “Easy.” Lorafaen beamed. “Last one to the red coral is a stinky werewolf.” And then she took off. Valandras blinked once, laughed, and chased after. It was a close race. But the winner was obvious.

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