#captain swan matching

[mccallhero]

favourite ouat scenes: 33/?

[bones4thecats]

❥· Swan, Shōyō + Ushijima × Sis! Reader

Characters: Shōyō Hinata (🏐) and Wakatoshi Ushijima (🪖) A/N: I kind of edited one of my existing prompts to make this one. I though it'd be cuter this way. Hope y'all like it! ✎ Summary: When going against fellow high-school volleyball team Shiratorizawa, Shoyo Hinata gains the attention of an opposing teammate, Wakatoshi Ushijima, but not for his skills, but because his sister was the Super Ace's girlfriend. ╰─▸ Prompt: ❝ What if Hinata’s older sister! Reader went to Shiratorizawa and dated Ushijima ❞

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🏐🪖 The sounds of cheers made you smile, eyes moving around as the crowd yelled happily. The coach, Coach Tanji Washijo, groaned and stood up, looking at his team and giving them a pep talk before the match began.

🏐🪖 Wakatoshi Ushijima looked at you and nodded, a sign of respect and care towards you without words. You nodded back and motioned for him to go win the game, to which he was going to do regardless.

🏐🪖 "Hey, Y/N?" Coach Akira Saito called. Looking at him, you cocked an eyebrow and hummed. "That boy looks a lot like you." He said, pointing with his pen towards a Karasuno member. Your eyes followed and widened once they saw a ginger-haired boy talking to a dark-haired boy.

🏐🪖 "Yeah, you're right." Coach Washijo replied, confusion on his face. "You guys related or something?"

🏐🪖 "You could say that..." You answered, awkwardly rubbing his hands together as the two men looked at one another, shrugged, and paid attention to the starting game. "Let's just hope the boys are right in their minds today. We can't afford a loss."

🏐🪖 Coach Saito nodded and watched carefully as your gaze kept shifting from your boyfriend, Ushijima, and the number 10 member of Karasuno. The two coached noticed your attention shifting, but didn't speak up, knowing to much pressure could cause you to clam up as badly as a jail cell.

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🏐🪖 The aura coming off of Ushijima was overwhelming, it alerted the whole team that he was becoming extremely involved in the game. Your eyes followed very carefully as the ball moved from person to person, before it was finally set by Shirabu towards the green-haired male.

🏐🪖 "Ushijima!" He yelled, the team moving correctly as their captain jumped to spike the ball downwards once again. As the three blockers came out of nowhere, Ushijima spiked the ball sideways, creating a cross.

🏐🪖 Your eyes were glued wide, the ball moving faster and faster than you had ever seen before. The teams were very much tied in power, and it was shocking. Eventually, your gaze fell on number 10 of Karasuno once again. "Their number 10 is coming!" Taichi yelled.

🏐🪖 Looking at the number ten closely, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Why wasn't he running up? Just then, number 9 set the ball, and almost the entire team jumped up as if they were going to spike it, causing the rest of the Shiratorizawa team confusion.

🏐🪖 Next thing you knew: a whistle blew and the gym erupted in cheers once again.

🏐🪖 "Farewell, my paradise." Tendou said.

🏐🪖 Your mouth hung open in shock, tears beginning to come up in your eyes. Was it because your team lost? Or was it because your brother had just beat one of the best teams in Japan?

🏐🪖 When everyone lined up and bowed, thanking one another for the game, you smiled and wiped your tears. Glancing at your teammates who walked up towards you and their coaches. You stood there as Coach Washijo spoke, "We'll be having a meeting when we get back. Once the awards ceremony is over, get onto the bus."

🏐🪖 The boys nodded and agreed, chuckling when their head coach told them they'd be hitting a hundred serves when back home.

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🏐🪖 You smiled and walked with Ushijima over to Karasuno players 10 and 9. They stared at the scores, enamored by their leading points of 21 and your team's 19. "Ushijima was so damn cool." Hinata spoke, both unaware of your dual presence behind them.

🏐🪖 "Hinata Shoyo and Kageyama Tobio of the concrete..." the tall-man spoke, causing the others to turn around in surprise. "I'll defeat you next time."

🏐🪖 "I'll make sure I'll be able to stand on the same level as you!"

🏐🪖 "I'll make sure you say that I'm better than Oikawa!"

🏐🪖 You giggled and walked up, hugging Hinata as his eyes widened. Which was understandable. You hadn't seen one another in a few months and you changed, maturing physically from a growth spurt.

🏐🪖 "Big sister!" He cheered, "It's so good to see you!"

🏐🪖 You giggled again and patted Hinata's orange hair, his smile shining as both Kageyama and Ushijima watched with slightly widened eyes.

🏐🪖 "It's great to see you too, little brother! I can see your training paid off. You did amazing! Not many have bested the Super Ace himself!" You said, pointing towards Ushijima. The latter was flustered, a slight blush on his face as you directed the attention of the two towards him.

🏐🪖 Before you realized it, the awards ceremony was about to begin. So, you pulled away from the sibling hug and walked towards Ushijima. But, before completely leaving, you handed your number on a piece of paper to your brother. "I switched phones, so the number changed. Message me whenever. Love ya, little bro!"

🏐🪖 Hinata smiled cheerfully and waved, yelling, "Love ya too, big sis!"

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🏐🪖 Walking into the bus, you held hands with Ushijima. He then motioned for you to take the window seat, which you did. The male then sat down beside you, his head leaning against the back of the bus. You then felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

🏐🪖 Picking out your phone, you smiled; a message from Shoyo Hinata.

Shoyo🧡🍊🏐: HEYYYYYYY!!! LOOK WHO FELL ASLEEP ON THE BUS!!!

Shoyo🧡🍊🏐: OH NO! WRONG PIC!!! WRONG PIC!!!!!

🏐🪖 Chuckling, you sent a heart back to your brother. And, as he seemingly kept looking for the correct picture, you laid your head down on Ushijima's shoulder. He looked at you and smiled, laying his head on top of yours.

🏐🪖 "I love you, Ushijima- despite the loss."

🏐🪖 Ushijima breathed out a laugh and kissed the top of your head before saying the three words you loved oh-so-much;

"I Love You, Too."

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[captainshadowgirllostfan]

Actually I think Neal or rather Baelfire not wanting to leave still works. It is said the longer you are in Neverland, you start forgetting about your old life or wanting to leave. That's in the cannon Peter Pan as well.

I think Baelfire working as Peter Pan at least in the version that was in 2003 Peter Pan could still work. The original version of Peter Pan is not a romantic character, but the 2003 Peter Pan had a really compelling romance between Peter and Wendy that still works in the context of the story that centers on growing up.

But Emma is a different character than Wendy. She's an orphan stuck in the foster care system. It's possible she dealt with some strict foster parents or orphanages that viewed her as a burden due to being an older child. Tbh I would think growing up would excite her so she could leave so idk. I guess I have to figure out her backstory.

But with Baelfire, in the context of how Neverland makes you forget, I think it could still work. We could possibly have a completely different Baelfire. In fact, Neal does showcase a very laisse-faire, carefree, adventurous spirit, that honestly I wouldn't find it hard to believe that Baelfire while being in Neverland forgot because who could blame him and even embraced being a Lost Boy.

Perhaps Pan had other ways to get children in. He didn't just rely on his shadow, but he went to other worlds himself in order to play his flute. Who's to say he didn't bring Baelfire, whom perhaps he started to trust and bond with, to other lands to help him recruit Lost Boys.

Never mind the fact that Baelfire is technically his grandson.

Perhaps he saw Baelfire had a shine to a certain girl and so decided why not, bring in a group of orphans

-let's include August in this even though the show had August leave Emma when she was an infant because why not though maybe I could find another way for August to enter the story that's more cannon-accurate, though tbh I'm not interested in being cannon-accurate but Baelfire is very much in need for more story since the writers just killed him off and refuses to give us actual Neverland flashbacks after 3a.

Maybe it's Emma who sets him free from Pan's spell and gives him a reason to want to grow up.

Just like how in the 2003 Peter Pan movie, Wendy is shown to almost manage to do the same with Peter Pan. For the first time, he felt emotions he never felt before. And by the end of it, you can tell there's some sort of self-awareness to him, a realization that maybe growing up might not be bad.

"To live would be an awfully great adventure"

lol I need to probably rewatch that movie, but been reading a lot of Peter Pan metas and tbh I'm disappointed with Once's story of Peter Pan. This might be a great project to get the Neverland out of me. I have other story ideas that I also want to explore too but I'm actually kinda inspired a bit to do a Darling Pan romance but instead have it be Swanfire

Makes more sense and more appropriate considering in ouat Peter is not age appropriate for Wendy and I'm still salty with how Once did it but... I can work with what was given and try to give the Peter Pan story the attention and respect it should've been given with Baelfire and Emma.

The only difference of course, is unlike Peter Pan, Baelfire chooses to grow up and it's all because of Emma.

I gotta tell you an idea I just had today about Emma and Neal.

You know how we never gotta a full Neverland backstory/story. Personally, I don't want to change the original story haha. I love it too much.

But there could be a story with Neal and Emma where they meet in Neverland. Emma doesn't remember because once you get out of Neverland and you grow up, sometimes you forget especially if you lose the belief of magic.

But Neal remembers. And that's how their romance happens later on which leads to Henry in Tallahassee.

But their real meeting place was in Neverland.

And in their story, Emma fills in Wendy's role while Neal is the true good Peter Pan.

Maybe. Idk. what do you guys think. I think I need to figure out Neal's backstory as Baelfire more and the kind of person he is. Truth be told, he hates magic. But he does know it's real and he believes in, whereas Emma is a complete and utter skeptic lol, and interestingly enough due to that she doesn't hate magic.

Their dynamic is interesting and it's a pity the whole science vs magic or magic haters vs magic wielders arc was scrapped, because I think that would've been a nice thing to explore with Emma and Neal and how they contradict each other, along with what that means for Henry. How does the world's greatest skeptic and the world's greatest magic hater end up procreating to create the kid with the Heart of the Truest Believer?

[willixmsonswife]

black swan/kyra cooney-cross

*kyra cooney-cross x fem!french!journalist!reader

*it's just an aftermatch interview with one of the new signings, what could possibly happen?

*word count : 2k

*a/n : this is part one of the black swan series, i'm still thinking about how many parts i'm going to do but yeah, this is more of an introduction and when they first meet so the next part is going to be the "actual beginning". let me know what you think :)

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you never really fit into your family. not that that was something you wanted to, god forbid, but it still hurts to think that you could've had a different childhood if you had learned to act differently. but who was supposed to show you how to "act different and more girly" like your father always said? you've never been someone who talks a lot, goes out every weekend but you've always been good at voicing your opinion, especially if it was to put someone (your father) back in their place. the moments were you and your dad agreed on something were rare and gave your mum some hope that maybe, just maybe your relationship wasn't completely ruined. but it was and she knew that, she just had a hard time accepting it. you had too, when you were younger. you had idolized your father like almost every other child idolized theirs but you soon realized that your father was not like your best friend's. it had started when you were about nine and your dad got a job in london which meant that you had to move there. it was easy for your parents but for you? you threatened your parents that you would never talk to them again if they were serious about the whole situation. they were, or at least your father was and your mum followed his lead, she always did. so they forced you to come with them, even though you insisted that you could continue to live in your small city in the south of france, you just had to move in with your best friend claire. your parents laughed at your multiple tries to convince them to stay so in the middle of the following summer you had to say goodbye to your sweet french life, your classmates and claire. many tears were shed but claire's mum promised that she would ask your mum for your address and your best friend pinky-swore that she would write you. as soon as your family stepped out of your old house, you stopped talking. not a single word left your mouth during the entire journey to the new and foreign country that was intended to become your home. your father called you immature quite a few times, which you thought was hilariously contradictory to say for a man who started to scream at you every time you didn't do exactly as he said. once you entered your new "home", you instantly knew that it was never going to become a home for you, it was just a house that you lived in.

since the day you moved in, fifteen years had now passed. you had studied journalism at a university in london and found your place in the world of journalism. you had decided to focus on sport journalism, women's football to be exact. the growth you were able to witness since you started watching the arsenal women at age 11 fascinated you more than anything, which made your decision pretty easy. for a few years you've now pathed your way in the industry and it was better than you could've ever imagined. the interviews, the thorough researches before, the matches you attended, it made everything worth it and you even caught yourself sometimes thanking your parents silently for moving here despite your protests.

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it was the day of the london derby, everywhere you look on the streets you only saw red and blue and kick-off couldn't come soon enough. you had made your way to the emirates stadium earlier today, now preparing your planned interviews. you would be interviewing the captain kim little before the match and another teammate after the match, but it was still unknown who would be willing to talk to the press afterwards. everything depended on how the match would go. you were called to the side of the pitch where you got mic'd up and excitedly awaited the arsenal captain. kim didn't let you wait for long and the interview started.

"hello to everyone who's watching, my name is y/n y/l/n and i am here with arsenal's captain kim little! first of all, hello to you kim how are you doing?"

"i'm doing good, mainly focusing on the game at this moment."

"this london derby will probably decide if arsenal will still have a chance in the wsl title race, how is the team feeling about that?"

"of course we're all excited for the match, everyone is in top form and will definitely be giving 100%. the team knows that this is a crucial game but i'm also very optimistic that we can secure our deserved place in the title race."

the interview continues, the first fans start to enter the stadium and you finished asking all of your questions.

"well that was it kim, thank you for your time and good luck out there!"

"thank you for having me!"

the camera sways over to film the arriving fans and the mics get cut. it wasn't your first time interviewing the arsenal captain so she stays around for a few minutes afterwards to catch up before she has to go back to the locker rooms.

"it's always nice filming with you kim."

"right back at you y/n. i have to get back to the girls now but enjoy the match and maybe we'll see you after!"

"i will thank you!"

kim turns to leave but you stop her for one last question.

"oh kim, i forgot to ask. it'd be nice if someone from the team could answer a few quesions after the game, so could you maybe ask around?"

"i'm sure one of the newbies is up for that. i already have someone in mind, i'm sure you two will get along. i'll send her your way later."

with that, she turns around and leaves. you slowly make your way up to the pressbox while you can't help but wonder if you really just saw a little smirk on kim's face or if you're starting to imagine things.

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the game went even better than you could've imagined, arsenal scoring their first goal in the 17th minute thanks to a corner kick from katie. the second one was quick to follow with steph assisting a beautiful header from kyra cooney-cross, one of the new signings. stina also got her goal shortly after half time and kyra made the victory clear with another amazing goal while leah got her second assist. after 98 minutes, the ref ended the match and the entire emirates stadium erupted into cheers. by the time arsenal finished their walk around the pitch, you already stood by the sidelines, mic'd up and just waiting for the arsenal player that kim promised to send your way. you didn't have to wait long because as you let your eyes waver around on the pitch, you saw kim talking to a younger teammate, number 32, aka kyra cooney-cross. interviewing the woman who was awarded player of the match and scored two goals in this important game would be the best thing kim could've possibly arranged. as soon as kyra nodded and started to make her way over to where you were standing, you felt yourself getting nervous. why were you getting nervous? you had done thousands of interviews with new signings, this was your almost daily routine.

"hiya, i'm kyra cooney-cross. i'm guessing your miss y/l/n?"

you snapped out of it as soon as you heard the soothing voice of the person who was standing right in front of you.

"i- yes, yes that's me. you can call me y/n though, nice to meet you." "alright, y/n it is then."

she looked at you and you could've sworn she had the prettiest smile you've ever seen. you felt your cheeks heat up a bit but tried to ignore it.

"i'm gonna guess kim send you over to answer some questions?" "yes, exactly." "okay, let's get started then."

you signaled your camera man to come over and took a deep breath, only focusing on the interview you were about to start.

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the interview went great, the conversation flowing like the camera capturing your every movement and reaction wasn't even there. maybe that's why you didn't care to control the blush creeping up your cheeks when kyra looked at you for just a moment too long. you forgot that every question you asked and every answer kyra gave you were being recorded live for the world to see, so when it came to an end you had to quickly pull yourself together to at least make the end seem somewhat professional.

"that was the last question, thank you for sacrificing your time kyra."

you gave her your sweetest smile which she swiftly reciprocated.

"thank you for having me y/n."

much to your dismay, you now had to turn your back towards kyra.

"thank you to everyone who's watching until now, i hope you have a great evening and will join us again next saturday when arsenal faces west ham at meadow park."

the camera man nodded meaning he had stopped filming and then walked away. you turned back to see kyra still standing there, looking at you with what you would interpret as pure admiration. you felt your blood rush into your cheeks, again, and mentally cursed yourself for blushing so easily.

"everything okay?"

"yeah, no, everything's fine, i just- how do you do that so easily? talk to the camera i mean."

you looked at her, almost shocked by the fact that she was impressed by someone like you.

"what do you mean?"

"when you talk, it's almost like you don't know that hundreds if not even thousands of people are listening to every word that's coming out of your mouth. it's crazy to watch that, you're really talented y/n."

oh god she was making this whole try not to blush thing really hard.

"when i talk to the camera, i know that people are listening. that's what calms me down, and that's why i do it. people tune in to watch these interviews because they want to listen to me, not because they have to. god, that probably sounds so selfish." you let out a small chuckle before speaking again. "i haven't really been listened to by anyone my whole life, so knowing that people now want to listen to me is just crazy to me. i try my best not to disappoint them."

"oh, i'm sorry to hear that." kyra looked down at her feet, not knowing how to continue the conversation after this.

"nothing to be sorry about, really. i'm better now." you offered her a small smile, which was immediately mirrored by her.

"sooo, don't you want to join the rest and celebrate your big win miss player of the match?"

"nah, they're probably not even missing me. i can stay a bit-" she was cut off by alessia jumping on her back. "kyra you're taking way too long! we're all waiting for you!"

she got down from krya's back and looked at you. "oh hi y/n! long time no see."

you got pulled into a bone crushing hug by the blonde and didn't even have time to answer her before she started to talk again. "i have the order to take you with me cooney-cross. we wanna celebrate your goals!"

as quickly as alessia appeared, she ran off again but this time with kyra. she turned around while running to wave at you and kyra looked at you sorrily before nearly tripping and deciding that looking forward while running would probably be for the best. you waved at them, feeling kind of disappointed because of your interrupted and therefore unfinished conversation with kyra but you decided that it wasn't worth the overthinking. she was just being nice, that's the type of person she is, you shouldn't read too much into it. right?

[amostimprobabledream]

Her Shadow Walks Beside Me (Byakuya Kuchiki x Reader) - Part One

Angst idea that came to me, I've never written Byakuya before but here it is anyway!

It was a truth universally acknowledged that Byakuya Kuchiki adored his late wife.

Alongside that universal truth, there came an implication: no other would ever measure up to her.

It was not an auspicious start.

With peace comes other ways of problem solving besides battle. And the fact was that Soul Society had lost a lot of officers and a lot of it had been wrecked in the Quincy invasion. The only thing left was to build everything again from the ground up, except better, stronger.

Which is where you came in. Or rather, your family did. You would never have suggested something like this yourself – you barely know Byakuya Kuchiki, for fuck’s sake. He was just a passing figure in the distance, regal and elegant but with a faint air of hostility, like a swan. Best observed from afar.

But your misgivings paled in comparison to the pedigree of your family name. You may not have belonged to one of the four great Shinigami families, but well, the Shiba clan had always been poor at playing by the rules and the Shihoin’s had to work hard to regain their reputation after the disgrace of their heir running off with a criminal (that the criminal was Urahara Kisuke, who had been pardoned and was instrumental in the war seemed to be waved away too quickly, in your opinion).

The point was, you were an eligible match for a noble and the Kuchiki clan wasn’t going to repopulate itself the way it was now – especially since a few of the Elders often grumbled out of Byakuya’s earshot that, strictly speaking, the girl he called sister was not, technically, a Kuchiki by blood. Therefore, it still fell on Byakuya’s shoulders to keep the line going and they weren’t above nudging him in the right direction.

You had no idea what your family, or his for that matter, had said to him to make Byakuya agree to the match. They couldn’t exactly force him, especially not after everything that had happened with his first wife, and it had not been all that long for Shinigami standards that he had lost her. He could have refused on the grounds he was still grieving.

And yet, your parents had excitedly informed you, he had agreed.

He said yes. To you.

You’d barely even spoken to the man before. You knew him mostly by reputation and you were sure he knew nothing about you, except that you had a pushy family and enough pedigree to keep the clan elders quiet.

But who were you to question any of this? You were lucky, you knew that. This was a match that many would kill for, and you didn’t even have to do anything to make it happen, there was no risk of you making a bad impression and ruining everything. It had all been decided.

So…why did you feel so…empty?

You stood before the mirror, staring at yourself. No expense had been spared for your wedding robes – the shiromuku was undoubtedly beautiful, white with red silk flowers embroidered carefully down it, the fine thread gleaming faintly in the light. But the vividness of the red against its white background only put you in mind of fresh blood on the snow.

You fidgeted with the collar of your robe, drowning in the finery and wishing you could go outside and breathe for a second, shed the weight that seemed to be pinning you to the floor.

The door opened and a servant girl bowed deeply to you. She didn’t give you any platitudes about how beautiful you looked, and you were glad of that, you weren’t really interested in hearing compliments right now. Especially when you didn’t think you looked anything near beautiful. “Milady, it’s time.” She said.

“Yeah,” you replied, relishing the taste of the informality on your tongue. “I know.” ~ Byakuya was every bit as beautiful and remote as he looked in his captain’s haori, waiting at the end of the aisle. The scent of incense was so strong in the air it made your nose twitch, and you had to fight back the urge to sneeze. Byakuya’s steely grey eyes seemed to skewer you as you approached, your gait slow as you were weighed down by your wedding robes. Heat crawled over your skin as everyone watched you, judging your every move. Your throat felt dry, and you were keenly aware of your armpits growing damp with sweat. Just get through it. It’s just a few more minutes. You tell yourself.

You observed Byakuya from beneath your eyelashes as the priest talked – you’re not really listening to him, to be honest. His words sound garbled, like he’s talking from down the other side of a long tunnel. Instead, you took the chance to discreetly observe Byakuya’s impassive face, trying to get answers.

Who are you? What are you thinking? How are you feeling? It’s like looking at a still pond. You know there’s movement going on underneath, that he must be feeling as conflicted as you, but you’d never know it by looking at him. Suddenly, his eyes darted to yours like he could sense your gaze.

And then suddenly, the priest was done talking and it was time to drink the three cups of sake. You’re grateful for something to soothe your throat, which feels like you swallowed sand. The cups are pleasingly cold in your hands, and you have the excuse of staring at them, pretending to be concentrating on not dropping them.

It's only when you drank to your future that you looked at Byakuya – well, your husband, now.

Husband. What an odd thing to say. The priest gave his official blessing, and you jolted – you’d been lost in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions and the rest of the room had faded away. Now it came roaring back with alarming clarity.

Your parents looked annoyingly smug as the people around you gave a loud toast and blessings. Byakuya bore all this with the regal dignity expected of a Kuchiki. You just stared down at the ring glinting on your hand. ~ Fortunately, it wasn’t hard for you to slip away. You may have been the bride, but the wedding wasn’t really for your benefit. You were more like an accessory to the proceedings, and it wasn’t difficult for you to claim you were exhausted and slink off down a corridor.

You got a maid to help you out of your suffocating robes and into something lighter and instantly you felt like you could breathe more easily. Even when it was time to head to the Kuchiki estate, it seemed to you like the hardest part was over. It was gorgeous – like you’d expected anything less. You tilted your head back to admire the cherry blossom trees that swayed gently in the breeze, sending petals descending gracefully. Even Byakuya’s front path was beautiful. It was almost starting to get a little annoying. You were shown into a large room that was light and airy, and you were relieved to see refreshments had been provided in advance. The room was immaculately made up, no doubt the household staff had been working like fiends to get everything ready. Byakuya didn’t know your taste, but well, money made up for a lot of things.

Yet as you cast your eyes across the room, its largeness and elegance served as a mocking echo to you, that you could possibly worthy of such finery. Your family may have been high-ranking, but this was another thing entirely. With a small sigh and feeling the beginnings of a headache, you crossed the room and sat at the table, pouring yourself some tea. It was a bit too sweet compared to how you usually took it, but it was nice. To have this moment of solace in a chaotic day of being stared at and judged, even if you’d managed to finish the wedding without bringing shame on your family. You didn’t even have time to react when the door suddenly opened with a soft hiss and a click and Byakuya stood in the space, light pouring in behind him. Hastily you stood up, knocking your knee against the underside of the table and wincing. “Welcome back.” You said, lamely.

Byakuya gave a small nod in acknowledgement, stepping over the threshold and out of his shoes, leaving them behind on the veranda. He had changed out of his wedding robes as well, though he looked no less intimidating for it. “Hello.” He said in a formal tone of voice, like he was greeting a colleague he was vaguely acquainted with him. You almost expected him to ask you what you were doing in his house. You stared at each other for a moment, then you hurried to say something. “Um.” You said, which isn’t the best start. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Lord Kuchiki- “ Instantly you knew you’d said the wrong thing – the look he gave you was full of scorn, like you’d spilled tea over a mahogany table. “You are my wife.” He intoned, as if you could possibly have forgotten that. “Such formal address is hardly necessary.”

You swallowed, feeling like one of his underlings he’s scolding.

“You’re right, of course.” You said, a little flustered, but you’re determined to keep going. “It’s just, well, we may be married but we barely know each other. I know things have been, um, rushed, but…”

You trailed off for a second. Thinking these things was one thing, but having Byakuya staring at you with that wintry look of disapproval was another thing entirely. Or perhaps it’s simply how his features settled when he’s thinking, you’re not sure. There’s so much about him for you to discover.

“Well, I look forward to getting to know you.” You finished, a little anticlimactically, but you’re proud of yourself for making the first move.

Byakuya looked at you and it’s the first time you’ve noticed some kind of spark of interest in his face. No doubt he was told you were some quiet and abiding woman who likes tea ceremonies and calligraphy and wouldn’t challenge him on anything. Not that there’s anything wrong with tea ceremonies or calligraphy, but you doubted very much he knew anything real about you.

“I wished to say something to you as well,” Byakuya said gravely, not looking directly at you but staring off at some point over your shoulder.

“Yes?”

Another pause, even more weighty than the last one.

“The situation…admittedly is not ideal.” Byakuya said slowly. He wandered over to the window, which showed the courtyard in a dreamy twilit hue now, the sun having set not too long ago. “And I expect this marriage to go very differently from the first.”

Considering your last one died after five years, I should hope so. You think, a little acerbically.

“As you say, we hardly know one another. It would be absurd to imagine there is any feeling between us. I think for the moment, it would be best if we slept in separate rooms.” He’s not wrong, but there’s a clenching inside you that is not post-wedding butterflies. Obviously, you know that he doesn’t love you, nor do you love him, but does he have to describe how things are so coldly?

But he’s not done.

“I will not come to your bed tonight.” He said with finality. “At some point my clan will be expecting me to sire an heir, but you may rest assured, that will not be any time soon. It would be of no benefit for anyone to try to force things along.”

With that he turned to you. “Goodnight.”

And he left, without looking back, without even looking you in the face. In a way it’s a blessing he didn’t, so he didn’t see the stricken expression you knew had formed across your features. You were good at schooling your reactions, but not that good. Not when your newly minted husband tells you he has no desire to have sex with you. He hadn’t even kissed you. You struggled to remember if he’d even touched you beyond putting a hand on your arm to steady you as you walked.

So that was how it was going to be.

[suzieloveships]

I should be doing uni stuff. Instead here are my Top 8 Marauders ships plus their variants because why not (I get the feeling many will disagree or at least will have questions) (I'm exposing my OTP)

Jegulus: James Potter and Regulus Black (art by corwnvus)

Tropes: Sunshine x Grumpy, Golden Retriever x Black Cat, Forbbiden Love

Variants:

PeterMJ: Peter Parker and Michelle Jones (MCU Spiderman),

Evarlark: Peeta Mellark and Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games),

Narlie: Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring (Heartstopper)

Lumax: Lucas Sinclair and Max Mayfield (Stranger Things),

Starmora: Peter Quill and Gamora (Guardians of the Galaxy),

Bal: Ben and Mal (Descendants),

Chaggie: Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie (Hazbin Hotel),

FirstPrince: Alex Claremont-Diaz and Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor (Red White and Royal Blue)

WolfStar: Remus Lupin and Sirius Black (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Two broken pieces fitting perfectly together, Poor x Rich

Variants:

Anderperry: Todd Anderso and Neil Perry (Dead Poets Society),

Captain Swan: Emma Swan and Killian Jones (Once Upon a Time),

Wesper: Wylan van Eck and Jesper Fahey (Six of Crows),

Poolverine: Logan "Wolverine" Howlett and Wade "Deadpool" Wilson (Deadpool),

Stolitz: Blitzo and Stolas Goetia (Helluva Boss),

WolfStone: Jack Russell and Elsa Bloodstone (Werewolf by Night),

Pepperony: Pepper Potts and Tony Stark (Iron Man),

Merthur: Merlin and Arthur Pendragon (Merlin)

Dorlene: Dorcas Meadows and Marlene Mckinnon (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Rivals to Lovers, Significant Annoyance, Soulmates

Variants:

Tarcy: Tara Jone and Darcy Olsson (Heartstopper),

Dimya: Dimitry and Anastasia "Anya" Romanov (Anastasia),

Tianaveen: Princess Tiana and Prince Naveen (Princess and the Frog),

Merlylie: Merliah Summers and Kylie Morgan (Barbie in Mermaid Tale),

Catradora: Catra and Adora (She-ra and the Princesses of Power),

AppleDash: AppleJack and Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony),

SoftBoots: Kitty Softpaws and Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots),

Zikki: Zane Bennett and Rikki Chadwick (H2O Just Add Water)

MaryLily: Mary MacDonald and Lily Evans (art by likeafunerall)

Tropes: Best Friends to Lovers, Prep x Nerd, Different yet so similar at the same time

Variants:

Orangeberry: Orange Blossom and Strawberry Shortcake (Strawberry Shortcake),

Josibel: Isabel and Josie (Bottoms),

Sunlight: Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle (Equestria Girls),

Agentdiamond: Lucy Diamond and Amy Bradshaw (D.E.B.S.),

Ineffable Husbands: Crowley and Aziraphale (Good Omens),

Alexiana: Alexa and Liana (Barbie: Diamond Castle),

Snowing: Snow White and Prince Charming (Once Upon a Time),

Clewis: Cleo Sertori and Lewis McCartney (H2O Just Add Water)

Rosekiller: Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch jr (art by industrations)

Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Partners on Crime, Matching each other crazy

Variants:

Butterfly Bog: Bog King and Marianne (Strange Magic),

M&M: Millie and Moxxie (Helluva Boss),

RiddleBird: Oswald "Penguin" Cobblepot and Edward "Riddler" Nygma (Gotham),

Rocket Shipping: Jesse and James (Pokemon),

Dilila: Lila and Diego Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy),

They don't have a ship name :( :Camilla the Chicken and Gonzo (Muppets),

Gigalon: Megalon and Gigan (Godzilla),

KOBD: Breakdown and Knock Out (Transformers: Prime)

Pebill: Peter Pettigrew and Sybill Trelawney (art by sophithil)

Tropes: Troublemaker x Wallflower, Powerful One x One who isn't afraid, Local man really loves his Wife

Variants:

Duzie: Dustin Henderson and Suzie (Stranger Things),

Scarlet Vision: Vision and Wanda Maximoff (MCU),

Polin: Colin Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton),

Huntlow: Hunter and Willow (Owl House),

Fiyeraba: Fiyero Tigalaar and Elphaba Thropp (Wicked),

They also don't have a ship name: Dionysus and Ariadne (Greek Mythology),

Fluttercord: Discord and Fluttershy (My Little Pony),

Janlos: Carlos and Jane (Descendants)

Xenodora: Xenophilius Lovegood and Pandora Lovegood/Rosier/Lestrange/Ollivander/Lupin/any other last name you choose for her (art by sophithil)

Tropes: She is Everything, He is just Ken, Local man really loves his Wife, Adorkable, Weird Girl x Guy that loves all of her for her quirks

Variants:

Eriel: Prince Eric and Princess Ariel (Little Mermaid),

Gorticia: Gomez and Morticia (Addams Family),

Karbie: Ken and Barbie (Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse),

Phike: Mike Hannigan and Phoebe Buffay (Friends),

MickMinn: Mickey and Minnie (Mickey Mouse),

CheesePie: Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony),

Devie: Doug and Evie (Descendants),

Stage Dorks: Jeremy Heere and Christine Canigula (Be More Chill)

Nobleflower: Narcissa Black and Alice Fortescue (art by cutegirlsart)

Tropes: Rich x Poor, Prep x Rebel, Book smart x Street smart

Variants:

No ship name here as well: Duchess and Thomas O'Malley (Aristocats)

Lumity: Amity Bright and Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Jaladdin: Jasmine and Aladdin (Aladdin)

LyraBon: Lyra Heartstrings and Bon Bon (My Little Pony)

OutlawQueen: Regina Mills and Robin Hood (Once Upon a Time)

Appling: Apple White and Darling Charming (Ever After High)

They don't have a ship name?: Evelyn Carnahan and Rick O'Connell (The Mummy)

Dipcifica: Pacifica Nortwest and Dipper Pine (Gravity Falls)

marylily colour coding hurts my eyes and rosekiller is lowkey all over the place. But it's cute so who cares

[redlenai]

Mouthwashing AU:

Everything is fine, but everyone's mental health declines as the months pass by. But instead of being some horror shit going on, just Swansea being trapped with 4 people younger than him, starting with them pranking each other, more and more chaos and even fist fighting between them. Basically DadSea losing his patience

Daisuke got his hand superglued to a Sweetener package, after someone snitched he stole one (Curly did it)

Anya stealing everyone's sweaters and never returning them, she gives the middle finger to Curly and Jim the most (As Gymbros, their sweaters are gigantic)

Curly being the one that still acts like a Captain but sometimes its like a switch is clicked and suddenly he is the most uncooperative bastard

Jimmy hasn't sleep for 2 weeks, he doesn't know HOW but whoever put the damn Polle statue on his room is going to pay if he ever finds out who did it (Team work, except Swan), he can't sleep there anymore

Swansea had to break a fight between Jimmy and Curly because since they have similar builds, couldn't differentiate whose uniform was whose and literally accusing the other of stealing their stuff.

Swansea had to scold Anya and Daisuke for being overly competitive during game night, throwing pieces at each other, having a screaming match that ended when Swan claimed the Screamer title

When he is really about to lose it, its like all of a suddent the chaos ends and he is then having one on one conversations or having to act like a parent to each of them, because their behaviors are clearly caused by being overwhelmed with the isolation and silence from space.

Curly finally breaking down about the many responsabilities he has and the high expectations everyone has on him

Anya having crying fits over feeling stuck and wondering if she'll ever go to Med School

Daisuke unable to trust the fact that he is learning and improving as an Intern

Jimmy just terrified about what is he going to do when they land, what other job to apply or that he'll end homeless.

Goddamit I'm rambling so much but like yeah, a nice AU about found family, hitting rock bottom and an old man whose wisdom is the ladder to help these younger folks to move despite the unknown, and maybe Swansea noticing small glimpes of the people that raised his crewmates? Overachiever parents for Curly, single parent struggling to support Anya's education, Daisuke and emotionally absent parents, Jimmy who didn't had parents and was tossed from one foster home to another. And Swan doesn't learn these things by talking to them, they barely share these things except when they hit their limit, but he notices, by the small habits, behaviors and routines.

Of course, Daisuke being everyone's little ray of sunshine and the easiest to manage. Swan also felt his cholesterol raise when Anya mentioned craving the most disgusting, greasiest, unhealthy trash food known to man and in fact the gymbros sweating as they watch (As much as they can) what they eat.

Swansea: Ain't ya' supposed to be... the healthy one?

Curly would be ready to puke imagining the trash food, while Jimmy is lost trying to calculate the possible calories that foul thing has.

[myfearless-love]

Where the Lightning Strikes - CS one-shot

Relationship: Captain Hook | Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Characters: Emma Swan, Captain Hook | Killian Jones

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, There Was Only One Bed, Trapped by Weather, Touch-Starved, Killian Jones Has Self-Worth Issues, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Soft Emma Swan, Slow Burn, Scars

Summary: In which Killian meets his match in stubbornness for perhaps the hundredth time, and Emma questions his definition of "fine." (Enchanted Forest AU)

READ HERE: AO3

Preview:

Tagging some folks who might be interested:

@anmylica @elfiola @zaharadessert @gingerchangeling @undercaffinatednightmare

@jrob64 @teamhook @kmomof4 @jonesfandomfanatic @mie779

@winterbaby89 @tiganasummertree @stahlop @rylieblu @ultraluckycatnd

@eddisfargo @booksteaandtoomuchtv @laianely @hollyethecurious @resident-of-storybrooke

@beckettj @whimsicallyenchantedrose @captainswan-kellie @veryverynotgoodwrites @lfh1226-linda

@snowbellewells @caught-in-the-filter @shady-swan-jones @bluewildcatfanatic @fairytalepetzkle

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[auroraharper]

A Guide to Not Falling for Your Quidditch Rival and fail-Charlos

Summary:

At Hogwarts, Gryffindor’s biggest threat isn’t Slytherin—it’s their own captain, Charles, throwing the match to protect Carlos’s “beautiful face.” Slytherins call it strategy. Gryffindors call it betrayal. Carlos calls it... confusingly hot.

Work Text:

A Guide to Not Falling for Your Quidditch Rival (by Charles Leclerc, Head Boy, certified disaster) — or — How I Accidentally Sabotaged My Own Team Because My Crush Has Dimples

Scene: Gryffindor vs. Slytherin – Quidditch Match Day The sky is cloudy, the stands are buzzing, and Charles Leclerc is clutching his broom like it’s a rosary.

Carlos Sainz, Captain of Slytherin, dimpled menace and bane of Charles's internal emotional stability, adjusts his gloves across the pitch.

He smirks.

The wind catches his curls. Charles blacks out for a second.

….

🎙️ “AND THEY’RE OFF!” Lando shouts from the commentator’s booth, voice echoing over the field. Oscar sits next to him, sipping a butterbeer with the calm of someone who knows chaos is coming. 🎙️ “Leclerc's up in the air! Sainz is right behind him—wait, nope. Ahead. Or beside. Honestly it’s hard to tell when Charles is blushing mid-flight.”

Oscar: “He’s not blushing.” Lando: “That boy turns redder than a Gryffindor banner every time Carlos breathes near him.”

….

Flashback: The “Incident” Last Match

“Charles. Mate. You flew into your own Beater last game to push Carlos out of the way of a Bludger,” George (the Gryffindor Keeper) says, deadpan.

“He didn’t see it coming,” Charles defends. “He was dodging it perfectly until you came in like a French falcon with a martyr complex.” “I panicked. His face is very... symmetrical and it should not be damaged..”

….

Current Match:

A Bludger heads toward Carlos. Fast. Brutal. Probably fired by Gryffindor’s Beater with vengeance in his soul.

Charles is thirty feet away.

🎙️ “OH MY MERLIN—LECLERC TAKES THE HIT INSTEAD!”

Charles tumbles midair, broom spinning. The crowd gasps.

Carlos screams, “CHARLES!” and dives after him.

…..

Later, in the Infirmary:

Madam Pomfrey clicks her tongue, “You’ve got a cracked wrist and bruised ribs, Head Boy. Again.”

Carlos sits on the bed next to him, hovering.

Charles winces. “Was it at least a noble save?”

Carlos glares. “You are the only person who breaks himself to keep his rival pretty. I could have dodged it!”

“I wasn’t willing to risk your nose.”

Carlos: “You absolute idiot. Do you know how hard it is to play against someone when you’re in love with them?!”

Charles blinks.

“You’re—what?”

Carlos covers his face with his hands. “Don’t make me repeat it.”

Charles leans over (grimacing in pain but dedicated), lifts Carlos’s chin and says, “If it helps, I’ve been actively sabotaging Gryffindor’s chance at the Cup for three months now.”

Carlos: “So we’re both disasters.”

Charles: “Precisely.”

🎙️ Lando (magically listening through the window): “OSCAR I KNEW IT. I KNEW THEY WERE FLIRTING IN CODE.”

Oscar, sipping tea: “They’re gonna kiss in the hospital wing, aren’t they?”

🎙️ “I give it ten minutes.”

……

The team is huddled. George Russell (Keeper), Alex Albon (Beater), and Logan Sargeant (Chaser) are slumped on the red velvet couch, exhausted, muddy, and 30% emotionally wounded.

In the corner, Fred Weasley II is poking a tapestry like it's personally offended him.

Charles? Charles is sitting in the armchair, wearing a blanket like a guilty king.

“Okay,” Alex says, very calmly, “let’s go over this one more time.”

Charles sips his tea.

“You,” Alex points, “saw the Bludger heading towards Carlos.”

Charles nods, noble as ever.

“Carlos. Our rival. Slytherin's captain. The enemy.”

Charles winces. “He’s not—he’s not the enemy, exactly. More like… an opponent. With very good bone structure.”

“AND YOU TOOK THE HIT FOR HIM,” Logan explodes, flinging a pillow at Charles’s head. “BRO. YOU SWAN-DIVED IN FRONT OF A BLUDGER.”

“You can’t expect me to let him get injured,” Charles mutters, ducking. “Have you seen his face?”

“YES,” George groans. “WE ALL HAVE. That’s the problem. You keep throwing our win in the air like a Quaffle in love!”

Fred: “Mate, we lost 260 to 140. That’s the worst score since the time Lando tried to fly without glasses and hit a Seeker.”

Charles: “Carlos could have gotten hurt.”

Alex: “You do know we have a Healer? Like, a literal magical professional whose entire job is fixing bones?”

Charles: “But what if it was his nose?” He shudders. “It's too perfect. It doesn’t deserve to be broken.”

Silence. The team stares at him.

……

Carlos Sainz is pacing. Behind him sits the most chaotic team in Hogwarts: Max (Seeker), Daniel and Lewis(Prefect and strategist). A chalkboard reads:

“Charles Leclerc: Weaknesses” • Quidditch • Logic • Carlos’s hair when windblown • Carlos’s everything

Max: “We should milk it. He literally threw himself off his broom to block a Bludger for you.”

Dan: “Pathetic. Effective. But pathetic.”

Lewis: “I’ve already written a playbook. If Carlos smiles at him mid-air, Charles drops the Quaffle like it’s cursed.”

Carlos: “Guys. This is… mean.”

Everyone stares.

Max: “You wore green eyeliner to the last match just to see if he’d notice.”

Carlos (shrinking): “...He did. Said it made my eyes look like the forest.”

Dan: “You’re halfway in love with him already.”

Lewis: “No, worse—he’s in denial.”

Max, smug: “And a Slytherin in denial is just a Gryffindor with better outfits.”

….

Meanwhile, Charles is writing apology letters to his team and to the house owl he launched at a Slytherin by accident during the match.

Lando (commentator AND professional instigator) is holding court by the fireplace.

Lando: “So you’re telling me Charles threw the match again, because Carlos looked a little too soft and glowy in the sunlight?”

George: “Yes. Like a Victorian maiden fainting in a tulip field.”

Fred: “He literally shielded him from a Bludger. Midair. With his face.”

Lando: “Bold strategy. So romantic. So doomed.”

….

Slytherins continue to milk the drama. They flirt more during practices. Carlos gets “accidentally” paired with Charles during Prefect patrols. They leave notes that say “Stay safe :)” signed with little snakes.

Carlos pretends to be unaffected, but his journal reads:

Entry 217: Charles’s hair was curly today. He looked like a storybook prince. I hate him. (I don’t).

…..

During the next match, Charles nearly falls off his broom dodging a rogue Snitch. Carlos—mid-game—swoops in to catch him.

Dead silence. Brooms hovering. All eyes on them.

Carlos holds him bridal style mid-air.

Carlos, soft: “What were you thinking?”

Charles, dazed: “You smell nice.”

Lando (from the stands, yelling into the megaphone): “AND THAT, FOLKS, IS THE SOUND OF TWO IDIOTS FALLING IN LOVE!”

….

Max: “Well, we can’t use Charles anymore. He’s not simping. He’s taken by our own team member.”

Lewis: “He’s worse. He’s mutually obsessed.”

Dan: “So are we losing the Cup?”

Carlos (entering): “No. I’ll still destroy him on the field. I just might kiss him after.”

Slytherins: We are definitely losing the cup.

.....

READ MY OTHER FICS IN:   https://riavolkov.stck.me/

We are dating? Since when? - Charlos

Our boyfriend is a Vampire? - Carlos poly

My Neighbor Hates Me: So Why’s He Bringing Me Soup? - Versainz

AND MORE...

[outsideratheart]

On a Night Like Tonight (Alex Scott x reader)

Retirement. A word that had been playing on your mind for a the past 12 months. After Australia, Team GB went on to win gold in the Olympics and it left only one trophy missing from your cabinet. The World Cup.

2027, Brazil. It was the day that you gave the fans the thing you promised 4 years ago. You lead your team to their first World Cup star and did so by beating the United States on penalties.

Unlike last year Alex was pitch side with Fara eagerly waiting for you to come over and when you did she welcomed you like the champion you now were or at least she gave you the PG version given you were live on TV.

You were overcome with emotion as Alex held you in her arms. To the outside world the tears you were clearly shedding were that of happiness but between you and Alex you knew they were sad tears too.

The celebration awaiting you back in England was unlike anything you could have imagined. It put the euros one to shame. The whole country showed up to celebrate you and you made sure to savour every moment.

Each player had their turn on the microphone and the fans loved it but when it was your turn to speak the fans took one look at your face and went silent. You could hear a pin drop in Trafalgar Square.

“You all know I hate being a bench warmer and I don’t want to be one of those players the play long after their time is up. It has been my greatest honour being your captain for over ten years but it is time that I pass on the torch and hang the boots up”

It was announced the following day that England’s match against Germany at Wembley in one month’s time would be you final game in an England shirt. The match sold out in minutes and it set the perfect scene for your send off.

The days leading up to it was hectic, you barely had a second to yourself and most of all it was extremely overwhelming. You questioned if you had made the right decision. You were still playing world class football, why stop now? Your question was answered one night at St George’s Park. It was the night before your final game and the entire team could tell you were having an hard time. It’s the reason Sarina allowed Alex to stay in your room even though it was against the rules.

“I don’t think I can do it”

Alex looked up from where she was laying on your chest.

“Can’t or don’t want to?”

“Football is all I’ve ever known Al, I’m not sure I can give it up”

“You’re not retiring completely. In a week’s time you will be back at Cobham with Chelsea”

“I’m going to be home a lot more”

“You make it sound like a bad thing. Remember the reason that made you consider retiring in the first place?”

It was a night you remember well. You and Alex spent over an hour talking about the future and what it could look like. You got so caught up in the hypotheticals that reality became disappointing. It made you want to skip the next few years so that you could start the next chapter of your life, the one where being captain was no longer the highest responsibility you had.

You feel asleep that night dreaming of the future and when you woke up you were ready to say goodbye to the team that you loved so much.

It was a bitter sweet feeling as the final whistle was blown. The entire England team, both the players on the bench and on the pitch, came running to you. It that moment you felt loved and appreciated. It was a moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. As you take a lap around the field you try to take in as much as you can.

“You know you don’t have to retire” Leah appears by your side.

“It’s my time. I have loved playing for this team and every time I wear this badge it is a great honour but this is my final curtain call Leah, my swan song” You pull the blonde into your side and kiss the side of her head.

“Don’t be getting soft. Save that for Alex because we need to go do media” Truth is Leah didn’t want you to leave, she had told you this much but your mind was yet.

“I know but before that there’s something I need to do”

You pull Leah towards the middle of the pitch, away from the shouting fans, the centre circle becoming your own little bubble.

“I have been captain of this team for almost ten years. I have lead them to the highest highs and the lowest lows. It takes a lot from you when you wear this band but it can also reward in the best possible way. I have spoken with Sarina about who I want to be my successor and that person is you Leah”

With a heavy heart you take the armband off and pull it up Leah’s arm. You were passing the torch, this was a changing of the guard and you were doing it for the whole to see.

By the time you reach Alex and the BBC team you are on the very line fine between keeping it together and breaking completely.

The world now knew about the two of you but with a camera pointed straight at you, you felt the need to stay professional but Alex soon changed that.

“We’re not rolling. It’s playing her career highlights” one of the camera men tells Alex.

“Come here” The BBC presenter pulls you into her arms and for a brief moment you allow yourself to feel, feel everything that you have been bottling up since you woke up.

“It’s over. I’ve played my last game as a lioness” you could feel tears falling down your face and you were aware that there were multiple people watching the interaction but no longer had to strength to bottle up your emotions.

The same man who told you that the cameras were rolling informed you that they would be live in 5, then proceeded to count down using his fingers.

As a way of regaining control of your emotions and in attempt of staying together you move away from Alex and closer to Jill and Fara. As if knowing that you still weren’t ready to answer the unavoidable questions Leah takes charge of the interview and the presenters follow her lead. It is when she is asked a question only you can answer do you need to get involved.

“Jill asked what’s next for you?” Leah nudges you.

“I go back to Chelsea. As for the next international break, well I have no idea. Maybe go on holiday, what do you say Al, fancy the Maldives?”

“Sure, why not. Fara can cover for me”

“Seriously though Y/N. What’s next? When asked about retiring you said that you have given over 15 years to your country and that it’s time to prioritise your personal life. I think I remember you saying it’s what our dear Alex over here deserves”

Leah switches places with you when Alex is mentioned. Sensing that being next to your person may bring you more peace and encourage you to answer the question without making jokes.

“If the song is right then I believe I hear wedding bells” Jills says.

You wonder what song she is referring to and upon turning to Alex you see that she is also at loss.

“You know the song. The one about kissing in a tree. I won’t sing it seen as though we are live on air and I am a professional”

With Jill’s clue you know exactly the song she is talking about although you think you may have been in high school when you last heard it.

“Since when are you a professional?” You scoff. You refused to bite.

“I get what you’re saying. I believe it says first comes love”

“Check” Alex plays along.

Before Leah continues you turn to Alex. Your hand sat on the small of her back and unknowingly to the women around, you tap you ring finger which was missing a very important piece of jewellery. Alex leans into you with her head on your shoulder and tells you to go for it.

“Then comes marriage-“

“Check” you were proud to finally announce that you had in fact married Alex but up until this moment it was only your immediate families that knew.

The faces of your friends were priceless. In that moment you wish you had a camera to take a photo but then you remember you are on live TV. Oh god, you were live on the BBC. Not only had you told your friends about your nuptials, you had told the entire world.

“Shit”

“Y/N” Alex playfully slaps your arm “We are live”

“I am now aware of this Al”

“I would like to apologise for the language made by Y/N Y/L/N”

“Don’t you mean Y/N Scott?” Jill asks.

“No she does not” you say rather defensively “Alex took my name, she is Alex Y/L/N”

“How about we discuss the details of our marriage when we are not live on TV.” Alex tries to get the interview back on track which you are happy to do.

You then proceed to talk all things football. Jill recalls your first training session as a lioness, Fara tells her favourite Y/N Y/L/N stories, Leah brings you to tears once again when she tells you about how you showed her what is possible and Alex grins ear to ear when she explains all the ways that you have changed the game and how a lot of people have you to thank for how far the game has come.

Almost an hour later you are in one of the hospitality suites at Wembley. The news of you and Alex had spread to rest of the team and the party that was originally planned for your retirement has now turned into a retirement / wedding party.

It doesn’t take much for you to get overwhelmed, how could you not. You escape to one of the boxes near the suite, the cold air grounds you and the silence is welcoming. Looking out at the pitch you are filled with nostalgia as memories flood your mind, it’s as if a highlight reel is playing.

“People are asking where you are?”

You feel your body relax upon hearing your wife’s voice. It is one of the things you love most about her.

“You found me. Any chance I can persuade you to stay here with me for a moment?”

“I can think of a few things”

“Can one of them be a hug? I could really use one”

Alex’s eyebrows furrow. You were a cuddler, Alex learned this very early on in your relationship but there is something about you asking now and the way you did it. You sound so vulnerable.

Your wife doesn’t say anything, instead she opens her arms and you melt into her hold.

“You know a lot of people are in there waiting to celebrate you, with you. Yet you are out here alone or at least you were until I found you”

“I want to celebrate with you though and everyone keeps stopping me from doing that. They want Y/N the England captain or I guess now it’s former captain but I just want to be —“

“Y/N, my wife”

Her wife. It sounds cliche like something that would be said in a movie or a line in a book but you loved hearing her say that and even now as you both wear your rings, you couldn’t believe that she had agreed to marry you.

“Can we go home?”

Alex knew that you liked to party and it didn’t take much to persuade to celebrate something no matter how small. It wasn’t like you to leave early and Alex knew that you might be feeling more than you are letting on if you want to leave a party that was honouring your international career.

“I didn’t tell you this but Ella and Alessia have wrote a speech. They read it to me and you’ll want to hear it. If after that you still want to go home then we will, I promise”

You stayed for the speech and boy are you glad you did. It was one of the most heartfelt yet hilarious speeches you have heard. You did end up going home but not till hours later. After hearing your plea, Alex stayed by your side the entire night and her presence allowed you to relax and have fun. A chapter of the book you called life was over and the chapters that followed would go on to be some of your favourite because each and every one of them included you wife Alex Scott.

[snowsdelulusketches]

Oops...?

The less bloodier version is below the cut if blood upsets you. 😅

But, anyway, it's Mercy and Fox (from left to right). I'm going to point out some of the small details because I spent two hours on this, I'm going to talk about it.

Fox doesn't have a visible sketch (the general shapes are still there, of course) because she's not actually there.

"You brought them home." Is a reference to Reunion Square, where Fox says: "Get them home alive" towards Mercy. Pretty blatant, but, yeah.

Uh, diving into captain obvious stuff, but the text matches their colors. Yeah, I don't know why I made it a list. It really didn't need to be...

Context(?): Mercy is sitting in front of a door (hence the light), hiding from the Warriors after going out (unassisted) and paying the consequence for it. She's not badly beat, just suffering from beat-up knuckles and a bloody nose. Swan told her not to go out - she didn't have directions of the place and was clearly not in the right head space if anything happened - Mercy, clearly, did not follow that warning and is trying to avoid Cochise (the best with an aid kit) to avoid a lecture. Here, she sits, alone and drained from a long day. Fox sits with her, fully understanding she can not comfort their new member, yet that won't stop her from trying. (I originally drew Cyrus with Fox too, trying to make sense of the scene. Fox simply said, 'Family doesn't leave family.' and Cyrus was left to think about it.)

However, you can make your own story. Creativity and stuff!! 🗣

[thatonelostgirl]

Back To Neverland Chapter Six

Both of you come out of the tent moments later, Hook doing a double take not having seen your hair braided back like that in years he pulls a ribbon out of his pocket carefully handing it to Mary Margaret it matched the green of your outfit perfectly. Allowing her to tie it around the braid, Emma walks up saying she can finally read the map giving her a slight knowing smile as you take the cloaking spell down. Moving over to Hook’s side as you all look at her “Lead the way Emma Swan you’re the only one that can read the map.” She turns to lead the way seeing it was a straight shot to the camp you only having the knowledge that Pan was going to appear on the path after some time to intercept the group and throw them off just enough to get them riled up. Sticking towards the back of the group so that when Pan appeared you were the closest to him all one big plan in play, hearing twigs and leaves crunch behind you slow your steps further as you get the groups attention “Guys there’s something wrong.” A yelp leaves your mouth as you feel someone grab you from behind the bite of cold steel against your neck and a dark chuckle in your ears. Hook shoves through everyone moving to the front as the boy pulls you back harder against him pressing the dagger against your throat a little more.

Grabbing onto his arm tightly feeling the muscles in his forearm under your fingers, leaning back into his slightly without anyone noticing his other hand slipping a note into your back pocket as he makes eye contact with Hook “Well Captain it seems you’ve found your sister you better not let go of her this time because if you do I won’t let go of her.” Emma steps forward pulling Neal’s cutlass from the sheath pointing it at him you let out a choked “Don’t. You can’t stop him.” Pan finally moves the dagger away from your neck feeling his thumb swipe over the small cut it had left he whispers hurriedly “Sorry about that love.” Before looking over the group again addressing all of them finally “Tick tock you only have so long to find the boy.” He roughly shoves you towards the rest of the group turning to watch him lick the blood off his thumb a devilish smirk on his face as him and all the lost boys disappear into the trees. David had caught you helping you stand upright, getting out of his grip you raise your hand to the cut still feeling where Pan had swiped over the cut as you lightly touch it a small, crooked smile on your face before letting your face go blank again. Smacking Hook’s hand away ignoring all the questions they tried to ask you silently pleading with Emma to just continue heading towards the camp.

She sees the silent plea in your eyes as she motions for you to come up next to her, moving as quickly as you can to get next to her she puts her arm around your shoulders as you all set off again. Pan finally makes it back to camp kicking a kettle halfway across the camp Devin swiftly switches places with Felix knowing that he’d be the only one that Pan would tell what was wrong. Felix makes his way over to Pan grabbing him by the shoulders “What the fuck happened?” Shaking him a little forcing Pan to snap out of it his eyes meeting Felix’s “Two things one she had her hair braided for the first time in forever she’s beautiful. The second thing is I accidentally cut her neck I got too carried away and then out of all the things I could have done I swiped my thumb over it and licked the fucking blood off of it before I left.” Felix laughs at the boys dilemma as he gets that off his chest shaking his head a little as he finally lets go of Pan’s shoulders “I’m sure she’s fine I’m shocked Hook didn’t try to kill you for that stunt.” Both of them shake their heads as they laugh Felix heads back towards Henry as Pan goes looking for an apple seeing he had curled up against the trunk of a tree. Coming back, he tosses it at Henry watching him sit up “Uh I don’t eat apples it’s a family thing.” Pan laughs as Felix hands him a crossbow “It’s not for eating it’s for a game. A fun game.” The sheer impness in his eyes as he seems to aim the crossbow at Henry before he moves away to stand up taking a bolt from Devin’s hand.

Taking the apple from Henry as Felix comes to stand next to him handing the apple to Felix “You see what this game is Felix is going to place the apple on his head and you’re going to shoot it off.” The grin on both their faces as Pan hands the now loaded crossbow to Henry “I don’t want to hit him though.” Felix laughs at the boy as he stands a few paces away placing the apple on his head standing still. Pan looks at the boy a slight twinge of annoyance “You won’t hit him, you especially can't miss with posion on this. Now shoot.” Henry aims the crossbow at the apple atop Felix’s head before changing directions to shoot it at Pans chest, catching the bolt a few inches from his chest a laugh leaving him, tossing the bolt to the ground “See? I told you it’s exhilarating.” Peter finally leaves the camp being able to tell that you guys are getting close to the camp he heads back into camp staying out of sight as he moves it. Emma finally glances back down at the map groaning as you look over at the map listening to the rest of the group ask what’s wrong “The camp moved! It’s behind us now!” Crossing your arms you lean against the nearest thing which happened to be a rock as the bickering picks up all over again, wondering how much longer you could keep the farce up before you finally chose to return to Peter and the lost boys.

Finally remembering the note Peter had slipped into your pocket while everyone is distracted you pull it out to see what it says, looking over the note seeing that it says once they choose to head to Tink let her see you she’ll know what to do then you can come back to camp. Quickly stuffing it back into your pocket keeping your face blank as much as you wanted to smile at the thought of home hearing the name Tinkerbell come out of someone’s mouth you look at Emma “I know where her camp is follow me.” Leading the way to Tink’s camp knowing full well she is on your side because of what had happened to her in the past seeing her camp come into view you run towards it relief flooding your body as you yell “Tink! Tinkerbell!” She comes running out from behind the tree that holds her treehouse as you run to meet her collapsing into her arms as she pulls you into a hug quickly whispering into her ear “These people are here to get Henry back we need them distracted long enough for us to come up with a plan Pan needs me back at the camp I need a chance to run otherwise Hook won’t let go of me.” Feeling her hug you tighter as she whispers, “Understood leave it to me.” Finally, the both of you let go stepping away slightly as everyone greets her Hook staying towards the back of the group as they all explain to her what had happened she nods as you wander around her camp seeing the easiest way to run back to Peter and the boys.

She manages to pull their attention to look at her since she had walked behind them making sure their backs were towards you seeing her shoot you a look right before you slip behind the treehouse. Stepping into the jungle making sure you’re far enough away before you finally take off sprinting down the trail cutting back towards your camp, seeing the familiar figures of Peter and Felix standing at the end of the trail into the camp. Choking a sob back you get a burst of energy Peter finally realizes who is coming down the trail he steps forward a little to make sure he’s the only one you barrel into, watching him hold his arms out a smile on his face, slamming into him wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck as he brings his hand up to the back of your head his arm tightly wrapped around your waist. Standing like that for a few minutes before he pulls away slightly just to pick you up and head towards the cottage “God love these past few days have been hell without you here.” Putting your head on his shoulder a smile on your face as your hand comes up to rest of his cheek for a moment before hearing his boots hit wood as he steps onto the porch of your shared cottage he shoves the door open to walk in as he kicks the door shut behind the two of you. He walks over to the bed dropping you on it as he pulls your belt, cloak, and boots off of you tossing them somewhere on the floor, his shirt and boots following shortly after.

Watching him climb onto the bed, one of his legs coming to rest between yours, his hands next to your head. You slightly reposition yourself to lay flat on your back, looking straight up at him, you see a smirk on his face as he sits back a little, laughing at your groan of protest. You shoot up into a sitting position, grabbing onto him as you pull yourself into his lap. Seeing the shocked look on his face, it’s your turn to laugh. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as you grind down onto him, feeling his hands move to your hips. Knowing he had put a muting spell around the cottage to ensure no one hears the two of you, he watches with a glint in his eyes as you pull your shirt off tossing it on the floor. As you wrap your arms around his neck, you start kissing him while pulling him against you tighter, continuing to grind against him feeling the grip on your hips tighten. Finally feeling him getting annoyed and hard, he shoves you onto your back and yanks your pants and panties off. His pants and boxers followed shortly after. Looking up at him, the tension between the two of you… nearly palpable. Both of his pupils blown as he roams his hands over your body. He slowly starts whispering praises between kisses along your neck and collarbone. As he pushes into you, the world starts melting away and he finally starts thrusting into you. You begin to dig your nails into his back which only spurs him on as his movements get rougher. One of his hands on your hip, pushing you into the bed, gasps and moans fall from your lips. Grunts occasionally leaving him as he leans over you “Fuck…y/n you feel so good.” Coherent thoughts had left you, feeling the knot in your stomach become tighter the longer he goes. He grabs one of your legs wrapping it around him, feeling him hitting a completely different spot, making your back arch off the bed dragging your nails down his back, “Fuck Pan!” Feeling his free hand slip between the two of you before feeling the pad of his thumb make contact with your clit ensuring the two of you came together. He collapses on top of you both of your breaths heavy. As you start to run your fingers through his hair, knowing he won’t be moving for a good while, he puts his face against your neck. A grin on his face as he holds your free hand. A quiet conversation starts between the two of you. He only pushes himself up to be able to slip his arm under you before he turns to lay on his back putting you on top of him refusing to pull himself out of you.

[gatheredfates]

a homecoming | koret swan

Do you want to read all my FFXIV prompts? You can do that here! The master document also contains any misc. notes and information. 🌊

HORIZON: the line at which the earth's surface and the sky appear to meet. for example, the sun rose above the horizon.

A calloused hand thumbed the familiar notch of the king spoke; an irony of primals, a living metaphor for the concept of a ship of theseus, and the source of Koret Swan’s contemplation.

When was a ship no longer a ship? When all its parts were reforged—when its captain was replaced or displaced? A familiar groove affixed to unfamiliar bronze, barely in her hand before she had to hand it over.

Yet, as she stood in that familiar place against an unfamiliar backdrop, it felt like a homecoming.

“I do not mind the excuse for a holiday,” teased a familiar voice from behind. The captain rolled her eye (did it have the same effect as the plural? She supposed it didn’t matter—supposed he’d understand it all the same) and canted her head back to look at her first mate, ever stuffy in his fitted coat with curly-black hair mussed from the breeze.

“You’re fucking stupid,” she answered in turn, prompting Robince to laugh. He watched as the Wolfsbane went over its final checks: supplies for the voyage, people to account for, tallies to be counted. He’d be busier than he ever was, handing over his own captaincy for the voyage, but she’d accept no other vessel—no other crew. They’d gone to a hundred ‘new’ places, why would this new world be any different?

It did not. A ship was still a ship, a woman was still a leader, and the sea still an abyss.

When the signal was given he stood to point, rapt attention given to the deck and the men and women under their charge. They looked to him and awaited his signal—awaited her permission and her initiation.

“By your leave then, Madame,” he said, glancing at her for just a second. His lips pulled upwards, a smile to match her confident smirk. “You know which way to go?”

“Yeah.” Her thumb passed the notch one final time before she turned the wheel, feeling the rudder shudder beneath them. “To that horizon.”

Robince’s voice was loud and strong, cutting over the din.

“You heard the captain, men! To that horizon!”

[kmomof4]

12 (Actually 13) Days of Captain Swan Fic Recs!!!

And now here is Day 6 of my 12 (Actually 13) Days of CS Fic Recs!!! @zaharadessert specializes in turning the angst up to about a 12, but the payoff she gives makes all the pain to get there sooooo worth it!!! So here are my very favorites of her fics!!

Get Your Motor Running - Rated E - Emma Nolan is driving home to Storybrooke having finished college, when her car breaks down. With no cell service the only thing in walking distance is the local biker bar…

Canticum Sanguinis Lux - Rated E - Once, all Emma Nolan wanted was a normal life, but when she had a run in with a vampire as a teenager she realised that she couldn’t escape the life of a hunter. Now all she wants to do is prove herself, and she’s going to end up going above and beyond to be the hunter the world needs her to be.

The Halloween Gambit - Rated M - Bar wench and orphan, Emma Swan is taken captive to lure Captain Hook to the noose. Things don't turn out as her captors expect.

The Heart of the Savior - Rated E -

One night, in every corner of every magical realm, every boy aged nine to seventeen disappeared. Not one remained. That was when Pan made himself known to the realms, and from that night the eve of every boy’s ninth birthday meant their disappearance, until finally the realms demanded to know what he wanted to return their children to them. Pan told them he wanted the saviour, and while most realms were confused Snow and David knew what he meant and confessed the role their daughter was supposed to have played in breaking the curse. The realms voted and agreed to Pan’s terms, and Pan stopped taking the realms sons, holding the children he’d currently taken as insurance of their compliance. 

For the next fifteen years Emma’s birthday wasn’t a celebration, it was another tick on the countdown clock to the end of her freedom. Not that she was ever free in the first place, but to save every male child in the United Realms including her younger brother, Leo… She understood that she had a job to do, and she would do her duty with her head held high. What she didn’t count on was the sparkling blue eyes of the man Pan sends to escort her to Neverland in time for her twenty-first birthday.

A Dream of Home - Rated E - Life with the Gold Pack has never been smooth sailing for Emma Swan, and things are getting worse now the pack leader's son has decided he wants her for his mate. Nothing she says or does seems to deter him, or deter his parents from encouraging the match. Emma's only hope is a promise someone made her seventeen years ago; a promise she's forgotten about in all but the deepest recesses of her dreams.

Fallen Angel - Rated M - Forced into a marriage she didn’t want with a man she didn’t love when her parents died, Emma Nolan did everything she could to make the best of it. But when he died, leaving her with an infant son, she realised the depths of his disregard for her and the sanctity of their marriage. Not only was he a gambler, he spent his winnings on his mistresses and left his young wife and with enough debt that she ended up in a workhouse. A workhouse which, like everything she used to own, has just been sold, and the new owner is coming by to survey his new purchase.

I Did Right series - Rated E -

chaos reigned supreme in Central Park yesterday, when the Mayor’s foster son was kidnapped in broad daylight under the supposedly watchful eye of hired staff. The mayor’s office has yet to make an official statement…

When Henry is kidnapped while Regina should have been taking care of him Emma is furious and resolves to do whatever it takes to get her son back. But will the CARD Agent sent by the FBI to help handle the case be more of a distraction than a help, or can he manage to be just enough of both to make this work?

All of Zahara's fics are fantastic, but these are my personal favorites. I hope you enjoy them as much as I have!! See you tomorrow for Day 7!!!

[aria-bun]

The swan upon leda

In which a different reunion takes place than originally planned. Read on ao3!

Soren looked… a lot more different than Corvus had been expecting. Especially so now that all of them were in his kitchen while he was making bread.

His hair was longer– a lot longer, pulled back into a bun with a few strands hanging in his face. A light blue tunic hung loosely around his shoulders, with red embroidery that matched his red undershirt around the neckline. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his hands coated in flour as he separated the dough into small sections.

“So, what, you’ve just been here for the past seven years?” Rayla asked, eyebrows raised. Callum had left earlier to get her, the twins in tow. He had refused to give any explanations until they had arrived.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He nodded, rolling one of the small sections into a thinner rope. “It wasn’t the whole time, considering how far here is from Katolis on foot.” Soren notably refused to make eye contact with any of them, instead focusing more on tying the small rope of dough into an intricate knot.

“But why?” King Ezran asked him. 

He paused, resting his hands on the island.

“Look, the answer I’m going to give is probably  going to piss most of you off one way or another, so how about you just tell me what you’d want to hear and I say yes or no.”

“Banther attack?” Callum guessed.

“Got distracted and lost?” Rayla shrugged.

“Ran away with your secret lover and became a pirate captain?” Gren translated for Amaya.

“No, no, and what?” Soren raised his eyebrows at Amaya, finally looking up.

“I think she’s joking.” Janai cleared her throat slightly. Amaya gave a small grin in response.

Corvus glanced around at all of them. He thought he knew the reason but didn’t want to say anything in case he was right.

“So… What was the reason?” Callum asked him

Soren blew out a breath. “I wanted to be able to live without feeling like the sky was going to start falling at any moment. Figured going somewhere nobody knew who I was would help. And it did.” He drummed his fingers against the island.

Corvus felt his eyebrows crease. “Soren-”

“I really don’t want to hear your guys’ pity right now.” He started rolling another small section of dough into a rope.

“Dad?”

Everyone’s heads snapped to look at the doorway. Leda stepped into the kitchen, sidestepping Gren to stand next to Soren.

Rayla’s eyes widened slightly. “You have a daughter?”

“Right, you weren’t here for that conversation.” Soren wrapped an arm around Leda’s shoulders, who waved. “This is Leda.”

“Hiiii!” Scout grinned widely while waving excitedly from Callum’s lap. Meanwhile, Juno was half asleep in Rayla’s arms.

Soren smiled softly “The twins are adorable.”

“They may look like it now, but they’re absolute chaos most of the time.” Callum kissed the side of Scout’s head.

“Well that reminds me of someone.” He nudged Leda.

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad.” She argued.

“The day we met you refused to let go of my leg.”

“Okay, I was five, that doesn’t count because I barely remember it.”

Corvus smiled softly at them. He had missed so much of Soren’s life, but he was still him.

He was still the man he loved. And he didn’t think it was possible, but he might’ve loved him even more than before.

It might have been the manbun.

[ongreenergrasses]

I hope you are of Vine age era. Which characters are/made which iconic vine. To get this party going, finnick is the “I love you, bitch *out of tune guitar*” and Effie is “you spilled lipstick in my white Valentino bag” but plz add your examples

the Effie one has had me laughing for the days this ask has sat here looking at me…you’re so right. wish I could find links for these but the only things remaining are vine compilations so you’ll just have to tolerate my terrible descriptions

Katniss: “How’d you take down Captain America?” “we shot him in the legs because his shield’s the size of a dinner plate and he’s an idiot” (the energy matches with this one. obviously she is more of the Captain America in her context)

Prim: the one with the girl and her cat set to I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen

Peeta: slightly mean of me but the one of the goose walking and the swan following it in the water set to Every Breath You Take…I promise I don’t hate the guy it’s just the energy spoke to me

Gale: “I’m gonna sing a song” “whenever you’re ready” *screams*

Haymitch: “ugh, I have no friends.” “ahem! bitch, what am I? A roach?”

Johanna: “look at all those chickens!!!!” (this is purely for vibes. please do not question it further)

Annie: “how’s the fishing?” “great, just help me bring it in” *the person is immediately tackled out of the boat into the water*

I am taking suggestions. fellow vine era people feel free to contribute