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the-pen-pot · 4 months ago

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Merthur Fic Ideas & WiPs

So I have a Merlin fic ideas page over on Patreon but obviously I can't link direct to that from AO3. So I'm popping one on here so you all know what's incoming/in the works/rattling around in my brain.

Coming to AO3 September 29th 2024

The Water and the Wilds:

'Magic is as much part of nature as the earth, sea and sky. Other sorcerers who sought out the circle found that their power developed certain affinities. Their abilities became tied to the cycle of the year. There would be one season at which their power was at its peak and another where it lay almost dormant. They became more closely connected to the natural ebb and flow of the world.'

'But?'

'But they were not Emrys. His strength is beyond anything in living memory, and the heights he could reach are, as yet, unknown.' Aglain spread his hands, his shoulders rolling in a graceful shrug. 'I can only tell you that the Tir Na Lei means no harm. Three is the number: the ritual is set. The circle will not call on Emrys again.'

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In a Camelot where Arthur is king and magic is permitted once more, Merlin's power begins to change. Can he and Arthur overcome the challenges thrown their way, or will their relationship be forever changed by the ordeal?

(Approx 50 k in length, rated E)

If you want to read what else is in-progress, check out below!

Works In Progress

(All drafts are currently available over on Patreon - first chapter free to read. The rest are available to patrons in the $5 tier and up. They WILL become available on AO3 eventually. See bio or pinned post for link if you're interested ♥)

King and Court - 24 chapters currently drafted and available on Patreon - this one will begin updating on AO3 next as it's the one I've written most of.

Summary: Loneliness is an insidious thing. When Merlin looks at Arthur, he sees not just a prince waiting for his time to rule, but a young man struggling to find his place in the world, with little help from anyone else.

The truth is, Arthur needs more than the friendship Merlin can offer. He needs people he can trust: men and women who will become his court and his confidants, and if he is going to survive to take the throne and lead Camelot into its golden age, he needs them sooner rather than later.

Finding loopholes in Uther’s laws is no easy feat. Court life is a dangerous game, but it’s one Merlin has every intention of winning so that Arthur can have knights of his choosing by his side.

And then there is the matter of his magic…

(In my head this is basically entitled *~shenanigans, love and a golden age~*. Canon divergent AU)

Love Is Never Lost - 11 chapters currently drafted and available on Patreon.

Summary: Uther Pendragon has never approved of Arthur’s friendship with Merlin. There had been disappointed sighs and whispered warnings, but Arthur had never thought it would come to this: scars on Merlin’s back and a manservant made hollow and thin by cruelty.

Yet Uther’s efforts to drive a wedge between them instead bring Merlin’s greatest secret to light, and once the wound of secrecy has been purged, their healing brings them closer together than ever before.

Much to Uther Pendragon’s horror.

When Merlin disappears, Arthur is left questioning the true honour of the crown and the value of a kingdom forever stained by his father’s tyranny. Will he answer the call of duty, or will he sacrifice everything to chase the cries of his heart?

Tags will include: magic reveal, corporal punishment, slavery themes (and all that may imply), missing presumed dead, good Morgana, Arthur's POV, slow burn, dreamwalking, happily ever after eventually plus whatever else shows up as I write these!

Sigh No More - 7 chapters drafted on Patreon. This fic is my beloved. My baby. I'm obsessed. Fantasy Age-Of-Sail AU

Summary: Prince Arthur Pendragon, Captain of the Llamrei, would far rather spend his days patrolling Camelot's Waters than assume his place on the throne. Yet when he finds the wreckage of a vast ship and one lone survivor on board, nothing can prepare him for the path his life will lead.

Nor the demands his heart will make.

Hiraeth Ideas

Additions to the Hiraeth universe ideas : Just some little bulletpoints to remind me about things I would love to add to the Hiraeth verse once it's actually done.

Gwaine vs. a lemon

Merlin gets flu (my biologist heart wants to explore Merlin's immune system vs. Camelot germs plus no modern drugs. Excellent hurt/comfort opportunity - not that Hiraeth really needs more of that.)

Merlin "tormenting" Arthur via the bond (Explicit, definitely)

Merlin shows Arthur (and others?) modern London.

The knights of Camelot at the zoo (sort of)

Maps/globes/celestial bodies knowledge

💀 Agravaine 💀

The one with the eclipse (some king and his sorcerer are trying to show off said sorcerer's power. There just so happens to be an eclipse.They know what it is so Merlin cannot claim credit, but he totally fucks with them anyway.)

Non-Hiraeth ideas

Magic Reveal Via Time-Travel (Added June 2024)

Merlin and the knights get themselves into some kind of dire situation. Merlin, in a panic and realising he's not strong or knowledgable enough to save them, pretty much demands that the universe in general sends someone who can help.

What actually happens is he gets flung five years into the future, and his future self (who is more capable, among other things) takes his place. He sorts out the dire situation, whatever it may be, and that leaves Arthur and the others with future!Merlin, who is not only very magically capable but 100% their Merlin with lots more confidence, as irreverent as ever, and unmistakably thrumming with magic. They can all feel it, because Merlin makes no effort to hide.

More to the point future!Merlin remembers this from the other side, when he was younger and the same thing happened. He knows this is when the others find out about his magic, and he is able to answer their questions and emotional responses calmly and rationally, because he already knows Arthur isn't going to kill him or hate him or anything.

(Quite the opposite, in fact, since he's having to hide the fact that Arthur's ring is currently gleaming on his finger. He is grateful, at least, that he wasn't a. Pulled naked out of the bath for this magical meeting or b. wearing his crown, which would have been hard to explain without breaking Arthur's tiny brain.)

Meanwhile, young!Merlin is in Camelot, five years in the future, and Arthur and the others are a bit older, a (very little bit) wiser, and are also doing a brilliant job of calming him down and letting him know everything will be all right. And actually showing him the golden age they achieve -- that it's not impossible and out of reach.

Possibly a long four parter from young!Merlin, young!Arthur, older!Merlin and older!Arthur's points of view. Assuming I can write it without being confusing 🤣

Merlin's Voice - possibly a bit dark

My desire to put Merlin inhurt/comfort situations knows no bounds, but this one actually stems from the fact that Merlin doesn't remember the hug after he's been missing in Servant of Two masters and I'm weak for Arthur being a worried angsty little lamb about his missing manservant.

I'd probably go AU and make Morgana good, with Merlin's magic being known, and just have Morgause basically taking Morgana's place, except she and Agravaine are trying to get information about Camelot's weaknesses, and who better to lean on than Arthur's idiot manservant.

Cue Merlin being missing for days, Arthur panicking, Agravaine being dismissive as usual, and Morgause growing increasingly frustrated at the fact that she cannot get anything of note out of Merlin.

In the end, she tries a spell to force him to speak, except that Merlin is so fiercely determined not to betray Camelot and Arthur that his own magic takes the spell and twists it, forging it into a spell of silence instead.

Morgause gets cruel in her frustration, but eventually, Merlin manages to escape and head back for Camelot. It's no easy journey, and more to the point, the spell silencing him will not come off. No matter how hard he tries. He was so determined not to say anything that his magic went overboard in an effort to meet his intent.

I want to write that hug so Merlin remembers it. I want to have Arthur initially teasing about the silence but getting increasinlgy distressed by it. I want the realisation that Merlin is so incredibly expressive that the others rarely need him to write what he wants to say, they can get the gist of it from just a look.

It's one of those ones with ~vibes~ I want to explore, but I have no idea how it ends.

The "Back To The Start" One

So I made this post on Tumblr and it did numbers (I was thinking 4 people would "hell yes" me, not 2000 +)

"Not me sitting here thinking about writing a fic where we start with Arthur dying in Merlin's arms after Camlaan and it's all tragedy and then the magic rises and they both end up back at that first day, in the marketplace, Merlin with "How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?" dying on his lips as they stare at each other, fascinated, horrified, so fucking relieved because they both remember ALL of it and none of it's happened yet and this time they can maybe make it to a different, better ending.

And they can do it together."

BUT TO EXPAND

I want to explore how Arthur and Merlin would interact with each other having lived in one another's pockets for ten years, only to be sent right back to the beginning, while retaining everything they are to each other. Merlin's magic newly revealed from the confession by the lakeside. The two of them standing there with every mistake in their future rather than their past and realising that maybe "two sides of the same coin" means "you need to work together, dumbass".

I want the two of them shocked by how young the other is. How different Camelot seems from what they're used to. How harsh Uther looks now that they know it can be different (though not as different as it should be, Arthur realises.) I want them correcting their mistakes (and each other's mistakes) and taking all that they know of each other and rebuilding their relationship (all their relationships, actually) on that honesty.

And the others don't remember. Morgana is still Morgana, still struggling, but still hoping to be saved. Mordred's just a boy. Lancelot never sacrificed himself and it's so clear in Arthur's eyes that Gwen loved them both but that she loved Lancelot first and in a different way.

The knights end up at Camelot earlier simply because Arthur and Merlin set out to find them earlier.

("We need Gwaine." "Do we? Really?" "Yes, you great prat. Come on.")

And so much more.

The "Fake Favourite" One

This is basically me having a desperate urge to write all the political whatevers of Arthur taking Merlin as a favourite, smashed together with a fake dating AU.

Basic premise is simple: in an effort to avoid the latest princess eyeing up his hand for marriage (and with Uther's blessing, because it suits him for now to put off marrying Arthur to someone) Arthur decides that he will pretend Merlin is his lover and favourite. They spend all their time together anyway, and half the court rumour already appears to think they sleep together, so it will hardly be any change to either of them.

Except all Arthur has to do is say the words to make it happen, but there's a lot more to being a favourite than that. Merlin can't continue to serve him, and then there's the whole situation of a new wardrobe (which Merlin and his magic both fight against) the political wheeling and dealing that comes with a servant being elevated in status, not to mention the subtle ways in which the court first tries to manipulate Merlin, and then is manipulated by him in turn (for the good of Camelot)

What starts out as Arthur aggressively but jokingly courting Merlin (because Merlin said he was bad at it) ends up much closer to *actual* courting.

And no, Merlin cannot sleep in the antechamber, because the chambermaids will notice they're not sharing a bed.

(This basically would end up being a story about Merlin no longer being a servant but becoming a valued member of the court almost by accident (but being very good at it) and the two fools falling helplessly in love with each other while they pretend to be lovers.)

Morgana, Gwen and the knights would be placing ridiculous bets and generally watching it all with disbelieving horror and delight because only these two idiots could make falling in love so complicated.

The "Stuck In Close Quarters" One

Merlin and Arthur trapped underground in VERY close proximity (like lying on top of each other) and running out of air and Merlin’s magic is too weak (thanks to a battle maybe) to get them out but he can replenish the air but there is no way Arthur won’t notice.

Cue a magic reveal in close quarters and love confessions.

The Horn of Cathbad one

Merlin dies and due to some glitchiness with his magic, he doesn’t immediately come back. Instead, Arthur, in the freshness of his grief, reaches for magic.

He uses the Horn of Cathbhad to see Merlin again, knowing that if he summons Merlin’s ghost and looks back, then Merlin will stay. (Maybe Gaius warns him - but he doesn’t take it as a warning, but a blessing.)

And Merlin answers, and Arthur doesn’t dismiss his ghost. There are ghostly shenanigans and while it’s not the same as having his friend back, it helps. He doesn’t really have to grieve.

Except that Merlin’s spirit starts to become restless and angry, and it reaches the point where Merlin is *begging* Arthur to let him go. He doesn’t know about his immortality but something is pulling at him.

And Arthur finds the strength to let him go and it’s like losing him all over again.

And then, of course, Merlin comes back ❤️

Blind Merlin One

Arthur and co. suspect Merlin has magic but haven't spoken of it to him yet. While out on patrol, Merlin takes a curse meant for Arthur, one that effectively blinds him until "you see the truth". Arthur thinks it's about the magic and it dredges all that out into the open, but the curse doesn't leave. Merlin quickly adapts to using magic to "see" (in a manner of speaking) and keeps his eyes covered to hide their glow.

Of course, Arthur's threatened about Merlin's vulnerability and baffled about the curse etc. It turns out that the truth they need to see is how they feel for each other. Angst/hurt/comfort/fluff because I can.

Omegaverse One (Maybe a series? Sort of tempted to try out some MPreg)

Well off my normal beaten path, but I keep what-iffing it so I'm writing it down here (and will totally draw on some of the mechanics and plot points of Gilded Cage)

Not all magic users are Omegas, but all Omegas have magic, which means Merlin has more than one secret to keep, and he keeps it well. It "helps" that when he presented in Ealdor, one of the Alphas in the village attacked and bit him, forming enough of a bond to stabilise his biochemistry before he managed to escape. It was that incident that pushed him and Hunith into making him go to Camelot.

Merlin successfully hides what he is for years, thinking he's safe, but the Alpha who bit him never stops looking for him. The Alpha eventually tracks him down, threatens Merlin etc., but gets killed in a tavern brawl before he can make good on his threats. That, in turn, breaks the bond that's been keeping Merlin stable and able to pass, in general, as a beta.

Cue it all going a little bit to hell because Arthur thought he knew everything about Merlin and it turns out he really didn't, and now his irritating and attractive beta manservant who always smelled good is an irritating, attractive, sorcerous omega manservant who smells amazing... etc.

(and maybe this one sounded a lot better in my head? There's a whole heap of nuance I'm not putting down - but it's a possible future Merlin fic.)

Different curse fic

A sorcerer curses Arthur with magic in order to make the Pendragon heir everything that the king hates. He wants to see if he is a hypocrite who will spare his sorcerous son, or a tyrant who will damn the ties of blood and execute him.

Cue Arthur frantically trying to hide the fact that he has magic from everyone, including Merlin, except that's fantastically unsuccessful because Merlin has magic, knows magic, *is* magic.

Then you've got Merlin desperately trying to hide the fact that Arthur had magic from the court while concealing that *he* has magic from Arthur. He very small and tired and stressed about it.

But the upshot is that Arthur has a better understanding of magic - how it is not, in itself, bad or corrupt - and because his magic has no chill and absolutely adores Merlin it acts as the pivotal point that brings out all their secrets (and desire)

The Lancelot and a dead body one -probably shortish.

This is more a scene that anything, but I keep thinking of how to expand it a bit better (I did a text chat thing on tumblr about this plot bunny I need to write it one day)

Arthur and all the knights are in an antechamber off the armoury after an evening training session. The door is ajar. They hear Lancelot come in and Gwaine's about to call out to him when Merlin stumbles through the door.

'I need your help burying a body!'

And Lancelot doesn't squawk or demand answers but just says, in a "so done with this shit" voice: 'Again?'

Meanwhile Arthur and the others are like "What the hell?" and follow Merlin and Lancelot out towards the border of the Darkling Woods where there is a huge and very dead monster just.... lying there.

Then we have Merlin making desperate and really bad excuses, which Arthur would be more willing to pretend he believed if Merlin wasn't bloodied and swaying where he stood and also had flowers blooming around his feet, because Merlin used a lot of magic to take this thing down and it's kind of leaking a bit.

And then we go on from there with the knights spending all night trying to dig a big enough hole and asking questions and all that, and Merlin being too tired and beaten up to really put them off - and then I end it somehow. (I did say this was just a scene!)

#Merlin #Fic Ideas #Merthur

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mooseung · 5 months ago

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୨୧ take a break

lee jooyeon (xdh)

ᨳ your boyfriend can’t stop playing five nights at freddy’s

𖧷 got bored

𖧷 fm reader but it’s not obv until the end lol

𖧷 lee jooyeon is totally the type to take this challenge i pray he never finds out about custom night

your boyfriend has gotten 3 hours of the sleep in the past four days of his life. he’s trying to beat 20/20/20/20 mode in five nights at freddy’s, and it’s quite possibly the worst quest he could’ve given himself this summer.

it’s the first game of the series and, if you’re being honest, the most boring one he could’ve chosen. you’d rather him spend time with the sequel (the best game in the franchise) than this mundane one, but you respect his love for the classics. he’s been dying to brag about having a badge tied to the original and iconic game. jooyeon dreams of rubbing a shiny medal in jiseok’s face; apparently that guy found a loophole to cheat his way through the night which led him to obtain his glitched achievement. jooyeon just wants to exhibit his skills the old-fashioned way.

you were supportive for a while, but soon enough things started to get lonely. you’d let yourself into his dorm and sit in the corner watching his attempts. you did your homework, studied for exams, doom-scrolled on all four relevant social media apps. his franticness wasn’t appealing to watch either. stress kept causing his bloodshot brown eyes to squeeze shut, his hands becoming pure veins after gripping onto the mouse for hours on end. you even noticed how dwindling patience ate his skin in a desperate attempt to remain present. your boyfriend is losing sanity to this. you suddenly wish he hadn’t finished the semester early so he would have something better to do.

“jooyeon…baby…”

you carefully speak as he sulks, staring at the start screen he was brought back to. he eventually hums in response, evidently defeated.

“let’s take a break.” you think for a moment. “we should have quick picnic!”

jooyeon can’t seem to remember what the outdoors looks like, yet he remembers when he pictures you there. the boy loves picnics with you; they’re known for relieving stress when the both of you inevitably hit rock bottom during tough semesters. he’d find himself to be a monster if he refuses, being no better than the purple guy. the offer is given like a beam of light to his pale state. with his head fallen, he nods. you’re unable to see the soft, relieved smile cradling his face.

an hour later and you both find yourselves outside. he immediately finds comfort in everything, from the way the wind brushes his long hair behind him gently to the way the sun warms his cold skin back to honey. you fill him in how your classes have been treating you recently, and he tells you funny stories about his life since he gets the feeling you’re not interested in the strategies he has learned in recent days. it’s okay; this is the calmest he thinks he’s ever been.

eventually your bodies fall flat on the blanket, eyes scanning the array of colorful clouds above the sunset. occasionally, someone would pipe out what they’d see in those unique shapes in the sky. you point, “that’s a dog, for sure.”

he giggles, shifting his position as he searches for another one. it’s difficult. they all look like freddy fazbear.

“this game is starting to rot my brain.”

“they’re all freddy?” you ask.

he shrieks and nods, shielding his heated face in embarrassment. the two of you laugh in harmony and you playfully push him a little.

“you don’t have to beat the challenge…unless jiseok promised you some money…”

he sighs and shakes his head. “i just wanna achieve something. i wanna put hard work into something and then go around all high and mighty with my authentic medal, y’know?”

you reach for his sore hand, intertwining your fingers with his as the two of you continue to gaze at the pink sky above.

it’s beautiful, and when he turns to his side, you’re beautiful. everything about this setting is relaxing jooyeon, like not everything is about left light - right light - open camera to check on foxy - repeat. he’s instead thinking about how lucky he is to have something else to brag about: you. and before he could even express these feelings out loud, you bring up some advice.

“whenever i’m stuck on something, i get better with the more breaks i get in between attempts. i think playing back to back makes you more frustrated and the run can get sloppy, BUT if you take more breaks you can be way more precise!” you turn to him, shining him a smile. “but that’s what i think. everyone’s different. i just brought you out because i missed you.”

jooyeon laughs at you and the wisdom you always brought, “i missed you too. i’ll be sure to focus on you more.” he shifts himself one last time, looking back at the sky as your body curls to cuddle him with a perfect fit. “this is more our element anyways.”

the two of you finally relax in one another’s embrace, occasionally snacking and shooting sappy flirts to one another. your hands are still intertwined, and none of you plan on letting go any time soon.

jooyeon grabs his phone for a second, swiftly texting with one hand. he sends this message to jiseok.

i may not have beaten 4/20 mode yet but at least i have the best girlfriend ever !!!

jiseok responds,

that’s one more than i have rn so

you got me there 🙄

𖧷 do u guys wanna see what was in the drafts before this

#xdinary heroes #dedicated to markiplier ❤️#xdh imagines #xdh x reader #xdh #xdinary heroes imagines #lee jooyeon #jooyeon #jooyeon x reader #MY PRINCE CHARMING (JOOYEON!!!)#we are crazy ab u lee jooyeon #i’m going to dive into a wall head first #this is soo dumb 😭😭

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troius · 9 months ago

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Because it turns out that there was a theme to the conflict with Yhwach, even if it's only revealed in flashback at the end of the chapter. Yhwach's desire to merge life and death, to create an existence where those terms have no meaning...well, it's not too dissimilar from the beliefs by which many other cults operate. The idea that if you commit to some abstract cause or idea that you can transcend the struggles of human existence...it's not an uncommon one. Life is hard. You're born, you suffer, you die, as Billy Graham once said, and when you phrase it like that, maybe you do start looking for a loophole.

But really, life is so much more than that. Human beings are much more than a march towards death. We grow, we learn, we fight, we love, all that despite knowing our time on this earth is limited. Because there's beauty in the struggle. Each person, each bond between people, has something new to offer the world, something that will echo on in strange and beautiful new forms for as longs as there are human beings in this universe.

Something about that scared Yhwach, enough that he was willing to inflict the consequence of death on thousands if not millions just to erase it. But after everything he's been through in the story, all the growth he underwent, people he met, and challenges he faced, it's not something that would ever cause Ichigo to back down.

#bleach #troius reads bleach #yhwach #ichigo kurosaki #Aizen has a whole monologue on the subject on the next page #to which: boooooooo #IMO it should have been Uryu #or Ryuken #or a dialogue between them

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bianca-d1-angelo · 6 months ago

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Hello! I am Bianca Di Angelo! I am the daughter of Maria Di Angelo and the Greek deity Hades. I am also known as the deceased sister of the Ghost King, @the-ghostking-di-angelo! I am currently 12 years old and will forever remain 12 as I am dead. I was a Hunter of Artemis before I died, and would have been a current resident of Cabin 13 at Camp Half Blood. The Fates did not consider social media when writing the rules centuries ago, so this is a technical loophole I have decided to exploit since Elysium is a bit boring. OOC: Please send asks or tag me!! OC's are always allowed to interact <33

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@gh0st-king-nico - my younger brother! he's honestly just a sweet little kid. If I find anyone being mean or even remotely rude to him, I can easily show you the horrors the Underworld will have have in store for you :)) @hazel-the-jewel - my sister! she's so sweet and responsible and talented. im so proud of her! she's the praetor of New Rome and everything! Once again, if I hear a single comment about her, I will find you and make you wish you never opened your mouth :))

@will-shoelaces - Nico's boyfriend! Very nice kid and a gentleman. Nico really cares about him so I fully support him! He's also a healer and can glow! if you dare break his heart, I know where you live :) @challenging-lord-frank Hazel's boyfriend! Very responsible and extremely kind. Hazel loves him a lot <3 But once again, if you dare break her heart, I know where you live :)

@lightning-boi-is-here - he's my brother's best friend! he's a good person and really friendly. Honestly reminds me of a golden retriever @forbiddensonoftheseagod - Son of Poseidon and a greek hero. He's really nice and extremely loyal. 10/10 quest mate!

Grover! - Satyr and Lord of the Wild! Apparently he's a protector so he might follow you and your brother around for a while in a totally not creepy or terrifying way.

@pinecone-face-thalia - Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis! Very cool and a bit intimidating. Nice to talk to though!

@annabeth-w1se-g1rl - Daughter of Athena! Dating Percy and friends with my sister! She's very cool and I admire her leadership.

@p1per-mclean - Daughter of Aphrodite! Hazel's friend and Nico's friend. She's really nice though she seems like a troublemaker.

Shel! - Mortal! She's Piper's girlfriend. She's really sweet and easy to talk to.

@fireboy-supreme - Son of Hephaestus! Nico warned me not to trust him. He does look like he gets into a lot of trouble.

Reyna - my honorary sister! She's one of Nico's closest friends and joined the hunt! She has an aura that demands respect and is a very sophisticated and cool person

@rangaartist - Also a Mortal! She is also the Oracle! (I'm so sorry Rachel for that repeating prophecy my dad sent, I told him twice would be enough)

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OOC: (Kinda Important So Please Read! )

Hi!!! Before I begin, this is a Percy Jackson RP account for my Bianca cuz Hera knows shes too underrated! We still have some slots open so if you want to join, DM me or @hazel-the-jewel or @pinecone-face-thalia or @annabeth-w1se-g1rl

pictures from banner are not mine! (i did make it tho) pfp is by _kaminarty_ (yes, it is wednesday, but they dont have bianca and its supposed to match with the others in the rp group lol) GO LOOK AT THEIR ART!!! ITS AMAZING

I MISS TONS OF SOCIAL CUESS!!! I'm trying to work on it but if i ever overstep my boundaries or make you uncomfy, pleasee let me know <33 im just a bit oblivious sometimes

IM SEX REPULSED! totally cool, do your thing but please DNI if you're an NSFW blog!!

I am a minor! pls keep that in mind!

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#pjo rp blog #percy jackson roleplay #bianca di angelo #bianca di angelo rp

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viajandopelomar · 12 days ago

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FANFIC NERIS (NESTA X ERIS)

Hey guys, I'm writing a Neris (Nesta x Eris) fanfic on AO3, and I've decided to use Tumblr as a means of promotion. That's the only reason I created an account here, it just took longer than I thought to finally post on the site.

But anyway, in this post is chapter one, the prologue. I've decided to post the entire prologue, and the next ones will be excerpts from the chapters.

And this is the link to the fanfic in English:

You can also read it in Brazilian Portuguese (PT BR) here:

🇧🇷 Você também pode lê-la em português brasileiro (PT BR) aqui:

But I recommend that you read it on the AO3 website, so that you can comment and leave your opinions for future readers. And there's also space for chapter notes.

So you can do whatever you want with this post. Maybe comment on the same thing as the website 👀, because that attracts more people. That's if you want to, of course.

Happy reading!

Summary:

A rewrite of ACOSF where Nesta Archeron doesn't allow herself to be molded so easily and was as I imagine her to be.

Not content with being dragged to the top of a mountain against her will, Nesta will have to be patient with her plans. She sees no other loophole in prison than a marriage proposal to the heirs of Autumn.

Neris (Nesta x Eris).

⚠️Todos the rights to the original work belong to Sarah J. Maas⚠️

PROLOGUE

A ✨ ridiculous ✨ intervention

— You come under our jurisdiction the moment you spend our gold, and not a little, on wine. — Amren challenged her. Nesta turned to look at Feyre, who nodded.

— So you made me come here for a sermon?

Feyre's eyes softened.

— No, it's not a sermon. — She glanced at Rhysand, still trapped in an icy silence by the fireplace, and then at Amren, rabid like an animal.

— My life is none of your business and will not be the subject of any discussion.

Rhysand growled. She hated how they all looked like animals, it was just another reminder of what had been ripped away from her.

Cassian leaned forward in his chair, and Nesta held Rhys's gaze, inserting the challenge he hated so much

She would die just not to bow to him. None of them. Rhysand was aware of this and he hated her terribly. Even Amren had a certain respect for her, but not Nesta. She hadn't been taught to bow, anyway. Not to a fairy who loved to feel superior to her.

— That's enough! — Feyre exclaimed to her husband. — I told you to stay out of it. Go or stay, but keep your mouth shut. — Rysandy crossed his arms again, but remained silent. — That goes for you too. — said Feyre to Amren. The female cleared her throat in protest, but then curled up in her chair. Her sister turned to her and settled on the sofa, squeezing the velvet pillows. Feyre swallowed as Nesta turned to her.

— We have to make some changes, Nesta. — I said to her — You... We.

Where the hell was Elain?

— I take the blame for going so far, for letting things get so bad. After the war with Hybern, with everything that was happening... You... I was supposed to be by your side, helping you, and instead I wasn't there, but now I'm ready to admit that it's partly my fault.

— Your fault for what? — Nesta hissed.

— For you and the shit you do. — said Cassian. He had said the same thing at the Summer Solstice. And now, as before, Nesta was hardened by that insult, that arrogance... — Look — Cassian continued — it's not about moral failings, but...

— I know how you feel, Nesta — Feyre interrupted. Nesta blinked. It's time to make some changes. Starting now.

— Keep your savior spirit out of my life.

— You don't have a life. — said Feyre. — And I'm not going to sit here and watch you destroy yourself without doing anything. — she placed her tattooed hand on her heart, as if that gesture meant something. — After the war, I decided to give you time, but it was the wrong choice. I was wrong.

— Really?

— It's time to stop. — Feyre murmured in a trembling voice. So unprotected, with all her weaknesses exposed just in the tone of her voice — The way you behave, the apartment and everything else, it's time to get out of here, Nesta.

— And where do you think I should go? — Nesta replied in an icy tone.

Feyre looked at Cassian. Who, for the first time, wasn't smiling.

— You're coming with me. — said the sorcerer. — To train.

— What?

— At the end of this meeting, — Feyre clarified, you will move to the House of Wind. — And he pointed with his head towards the palace carved into the mountains at the eastern end of the city. — Rhys and I have decided that every morning you will train with Cassian at the Illyrian camp, Refuge of the Wind. And after lunch, all afternoon, you will work in the library under the House of the Wind. The apartment, the dirty taverns... It's over, Nesta.

— I'm not moving into the House of the Wind. — said Nesta. — And I'm not going to train in that miserable village. Least of all with him. — She gave him a venomous look.

— You have no choice. — said Amren, breaking the oath she had made to Feyre a few moments before.

— You do the thinking — Nesta challenged her.

— Your apartment is being emptied as we speak. — Amren continued. — When you come back, it will be empty. Your clothes have already been sent to the House of the Wind, although I doubt they'll be any use in your training at the Refuge of the Wind.

— You can't do this to me. I'm not a member of this court.

— But you have no problem spending this court's money. — refuted Amren. During the war you accepted the position of Emissary. You never resigned, so the law still considers you a member of the court. — An almost imperceptible movement of Amren's fingers and a book flew towards Nesta before falling onto the cushions beside her. — Page two hundred and thirty—six, if you want to check.

She wouldn't. Such a law was ridiculous, Rhysand couldn't go around locking up anyone he liked just because they worked in his court. And Nesta hadn't even done that.

— Here are your options, girl. — said Amren, lifting his chin.

Nesta noticed Feyre's gaze on her husband: the agony in her sister's eyes, Rhysand's barely contained anger at the pain his partner felt because of it, as if she were still a child who needed her father to interfere in her affairs. Poor Feyre.

— Option one. — said Amren, raising a finger. — You move into the House of Wind, train with Cassian in the morning and work in the library in the afternoon. You won't be a prisoner. But you won't have anyone to fly or cross you into the city. If you want to go, go ahead. If you have the courage to face the ten thousand steps of the house. — Amren's eyes flashed in defiance. — And if you can scrape together a couple of pennies to buy something to drink. But if you stick to this plan, after a few months we'll reassess where and how you're going to live.

— And the other option? — Nesta spat.

— You go back to the human lands.

— And those would be my only options?

— I... — Feyre recovered before saying the rest — I'm sorry — and straightened her back. — Yes.

Nesta lifted her chin.

— I refuse. — she declared. Amren opened his mouth, but Nesta didn't allow him to interrupt. "I didn't spend the court's money, I spent my own. How long do you intend to hide my inheritance? I haven't received a single penny, so I just assumed that the money was being deducted from my sum. And if you insist on saying that I'm a servant of your court, High Lord — she stared at Rhysand, observing all the tension in his clenched jaw. This one would surely be dead by now if she weren't his precious companion's sister — You also owe me a year's worth of back wages. Add some interest on each month and then deduct my expenses. That's what I should have done from the start, since I wasn't compensated for my efforts at the meeting of the Grand Lords, let alone for being the temporary assistant to their healers. I would appreciate proper compensation for my efforts. I believe that all my expenses over the last year have been within the budget I am owed.

Feyre's eyes were red and her mouth pressed together. Perhaps she expected everything to happen quickly, but Nesta wouldn't give in. She hadn't given in before the cauldron and the king, so why should she before those pompous fairies who thought they owned the world? Cut thieves, Nesta reminded herself. Thieves of cuts and destroyers of cuts. Feyre had no capacity to judge Nesta's actions.

Rhysand looked angrier than ever. Good, she thought. Get on top of me and prove yourself.

— If that's all they had to talk about — Nesta stood up — I'll leave.

—You're going to sit down. And you will listen. — Rhysand said.

— You're not my High Lord. You don't give me orders.

— That's enough, miss," Amren interrupted, his voice abrupt and almost frothing with anger, ignoring Nesta's sober lucidity. — You will do as you are told. You have no choice in the matter, you've already proved how irresponsible you are with your own money.

— And you've proved how hypocritical you can be. — Nesta shot her eyes towards Feyre, who was almost curled up against the cushions, barely holding back her tears — Can't you see how unfair all this is?

— I...

— It was you who dragged me into this mess, into this horrible place. It's because of you that I have this body," she gestured to herself, "that I'm stuck here. And you still dare to say that the way I live this immortality crap isn't a life? Whose fault is that, then?

The blow was accurate, because Feyre cringed and now she no longer wore the High Lady's shield. Feyre was back to being Nesta's little sister. She could have taken it hard, but she didn't give a damn. Feyre wanted to arrest her and drag her off to a warrior camp to be like her. Nesta wasn't a savage like Feyre, and she wasn't the type to take orders quietly either.

Cassian's words earlier had been foolish when he had said so arrogantly that Feyre had needed him to fetch her because she was too busy. So busy that she was laughing with her family right up until the moment Nesta entered the room. Her sister could barely hold a conversation with her unaccompanied, Nesta couldn't imagine Feyre taking an active role with her title.

— That's enough. — Feyre gasped, her voice shaking. She swallowed, but didn't back down. — That's enough. You'll move into the House of Wind, you'll train and work, and I don't care what poison you spit. You're going to do it.

— And how exactly do you intend to do that? By getting into my head and forcing me? Be my guest. — she had the impression that Feyre was holding her breath — because I'm not going to do any of this on my own. In fact, that's what you do, isn't it? You and your husband. You get into the minds of those who don't show obedience and make them give in. He's known for things like that, so I'm not surprised you've become the same.

A tear trickled from Feyre's left eye. Nesta liked it, although she wasn't proud of it. It was Feyre who had started it all, so let her bear Nesta's brunt.

Rhysand was closer to Nesta than she remembered. He had moved, either to attack her or to grab Feyre away, she couldn't choose between the two alternatives. Feyre was quick to get up and shoo the others away, claiming that she wanted to speak to Nesta alone. One last sentimental attempt. Rhysand's mutter about waiting in the corridor didn't go unnoticed, as if that shiny shield wasn't enough.

Nesta wanted to shout that she had been in Feyre's life for over twenty years. Rhysand had arrived last year, and since he had, Feyre had been killed and then dragged into a war, and by extension, Nesta and Elain had also had to be taken to war. Perhaps he was the real problem.

Nesta kept her spine straight, her back aching with effort. She had never hated anyone as much as all of them at that moment. Except, probably, the king of Hybern. They had talked about her, judging her incapable, out of control, and...

She took a breath, steadying herself. She wouldn't be the one to break the silence. Feyre fiddled with her wedding ring, looking down at her lap.

— I... I'm sorry.

— You never cared before. — said Nesta. — Why now?

— I told you: it wasn't that I didn't care. We—all of us, I mean—we've had several conversations about it... About you. We... I had decided that giving you some time and space was the best thing. — Feyre said carefully, her voice breaking — By the way, I was hoping you'd get better on your own. I wanted to give you the space to do that, since you lash out at anyone who gets too close, but you never even tried.

Maybe you should try a little harder this year. Cassian's words, spoken on an icy street a few blocks away, still resonated in Nesta's mind after nine months. And then her anger had broken out of her, because Feyre had been foolish enough to ask for another blow.

— So what? You hold silly little meetings, debate about me in my absence, about what I do with my money, and you expect me to be quiet? You're the only one who loves to be taken from place to place at will, Feyre.

— All you've done is use our money. — Feyre continued, too desperate to think straight.

— My money, Feyre. My money. Not Rhysand's." Another flash of sorrow. Nesta's blood sang with the blow.

— But they don't know that!

— It's not my fault anymore. You kept it from me, didn't you? Take the consequences of your actions, sister.

— You spent five hundred gold marks last night! — exploded Feyre, getting up quickly and pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace. — Do you have any idea how much money that is?

— I do, but do you? — Feyre stopped and looked at her for a moment, feeling the splinter. — It's my money, how I spend it is none of your business. Get your nosy nose out of my life.

— You don't have a life! — Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was when the bill arrived this morning, when my friends, my family, heard about it?

Nesta didn't like that word. She never liked it. And now Feyre spat it out every chance she got, as if living with snarling animals was something to be proud of.

— Blame the person who humiliated you, then. I didn't read the bill. And if it was meant to affect me, tell them it didn't even come close. All he did was make you shed your precious tears.

Nesta restrained herself from mentioning that she had never intruded on how Feyre spent hours in the hay with Isaac Hale. That would be too low, even for her.

Feyre stopped in the middle of the room, her face blotchy and red. She stared at Nesta in surprise. As if she had made the biggest revelation of the last year. Feyre swallowed, turned around and took a deep breath. A futile attempt at calm. Nesta attacked once more, so that Feyre wouldn't have time to understand what had been said. She would ignore everything when Rhysand wiped away her tears, anyway.

— And this is all about saving your reputation, anyway.

— It's about the impact it can have on me, Rhys and my court if my fucking sister spends all our money on wine and games and does nothing to contribute to the well—being of this town! If we can't control you, then what right do we have to rule anyone else?

— I'm not something you need to control.

— That's why you're going to train at the Wind Refuge Camp. You'll learn to control yourself

— I won't.

— Yes, you will, even if we have to tie you up and drag you there. You'll follow Cassian's lessons and do the work Clotho asks you to do in the library.

In this, she remembered the soldiers' hands squeezing her, restraining her futile attempts to break free. She also remembered the dark depths of that library, the ancient monster that inhabited it. They had saved themselves from Hybern's henchmen, yes, but... She refused to think about it.

— Are you going to tie me up like Hybern did? Now you've gone too far. I didn't know I was being held hostage again.

Nesta was sure to spit out all her hatred and bitterness. The result on Feyre's delicate face was fantastic. She just hoped Rhysand wasn't feeling Feyre like the snarling dog she was. He couldn't kill her now. She wasn't finished.

A boiling rage flowed through her veins, so strong that Nesta could barely hear the real fire in the fireplace near where Feyre walked. She was grateful for the roar in her head when the sound of crackling wood was so similar to that of her father's broken neck that she never lit the fire at home.

Feyre was crying now. The tears were coming down and Nesta felt a little satisfaction at seeing them. She waited a moment before continuing.

— You had no right to lock up my apartment, to take my things...

— What things? Some clothes and some rotten food. — Nesta didn't have time to ask how Feyre knew this, when her sister added, her voice weak. — I'm going to declare the whole building uninhabitable.

Nesta blinked in disbelief. She couldn't help laughing.

— You can't do that.

— I already have. Rhys has already visited the landlord. It's going to be demolished and rebuilt as a shelter for families still homeless after the war.

Nesta held back her impulse and took a deep breath. One of the few choices she had made for herself, snatched away. But Feyre didn't seem to care. And what's more, demolishing the building meant that the other residents would be evicted too, right? What a great way to show that you care about the image of the High Lady.

— You're going to take away my house and lock me up just because I don't want to follow your orders? — Nesta spat disdainfully — Once the man you loved locked you up because you didn't want to be quiet and obedient like he told you to be, didn't he? So you're going to do the same to me?

Feyre sobbed, collapsing into the armchair. Nesta would have cared, if she hadn't heard from her own sister that she was to be contained in a house ten thousand steps above the ground, and taken to a camp where the species was repudiated even by her beloved husband, who had grown up among them. It makes sense, Nesta thought. The Illyrians hate Rhysand too.

And all because Feyre couldn't separate his image from hers. Feyre should show herself to be concerned with the politics and history of the territory instead of spending her afternoons painting and her mornings decorating mansions, if she really wanted to have a good image among the fairies. Being crowned by Rhysand didn't give her the power she could gain. Feyre was just giving a shallow and useless excuse.

But Nesta gave her sister no rest.

— And where is Elain? Or is she too good to take part in this discussion, as you said yourself? — There was absolute, icy silence, except for Feyre's whimpering. — Does she know that you intend to throw me into human lands? Because that's what I prefer to being confined with that brute.

Feyre raised her face, unrecognizable. She was destroyed and Nesta felt nothing but satisfaction. At least she would die knowing that she had done a little damage.

— She—she'll see you when she's ready — Feyre massaged her chest and stood up again, walked in circles again and when she finally pulled herself together, she faced Nesta — Elain is busy packing her things.

Nesta raised an eyebrow, the wave of fury returning even stronger. That's what Amren meant by an empty apartment, then.

Nesta jumped up from the sofa.

— Has she become the puppy that breaks into apartments on your orders now?

Feyre cringed, but Nesta ignored her, hurrying towards the exit. She could hear Feyre's crying voice calling her, but she didn't listen. Nesta didn't care that during the war with Hybern, her own fragile bond had formed with Feyre, forged because of common goals: to protect Elain, to save the human lands.

Nesta didn't bother to answer, she was at the front door before Feyre reached her, and her screams mixed with Rhysand's angry voice, although she didn't understand what he was shouting. Nesta was still in the garden when a red—faced and wet Feyre came through the door, accompanied by her husband and Cassian.

— Nesta — Feyre cried, and Nesta swallowed her own. It was she who had received the sentence, so why was Feyre the one falling apart as if she was being sentenced to death herself? — P—Please, this is for your own good.

— Was being confined that good for you?

Rhysand growled, taking Feyre in his arms.

— You still have a choice, Nesta. You can go to the human lands if you prefer," he said with a honeyed smile, but his hands trembled with hatred as he cradled a trembling Feyre to his chest.

Nesta laughed scornfully, swallowing her tears.

— Would you take me? I'd stay...

— NO!

Feyre and Cassian shouted, the latter taking hurried steps towards her. Feyre tried to pull her arms away from Rhysand, staring at her sister with an even more devastated face. Nesta couldn't hide her melancholy smile. She also hated it when that stubborn tear ran down her cheek as she faced Rhysand. He seemed almost pleased with the result.

— But I've never had a choice since I got here, have I?

Strong arms took her before any more tears fell. But she still saw Feyre's face contract into a sob. Good.

There was nothing left to unite them now.

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putschki1969 · 2 months ago

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Hello Sarah, I hope you are doing well! Since the time for the advance ticket sale is close, and this is my first ever attempt for a lottery ticket, I thought of asking. (Yes, I'm a complete noob when it comes to this, so seasoned fans out there, I hope you can bear with me). What is the usual procedure? I plan to try through Wakana's FC only, since the registration to Keiko's FC seems impossible 😩 (I can send you my experience for that if you want to know what happened, it may help other fans) Anyways, back to the questions! Are you expected to pay the price of the ticket in advance or only if you won? If you pay in advance, do you lose your money if you don't win? How can you claim the ticket? Email or physical? If it's only physical, can we collect it at the venue entrance? Tenso say it's a contraband item for them, so proxy service doesn't seem to handle them unless there is a loophole I'm not aware of. Any other tips will be greatly appreciated. 🙏 Apologies for the bazillion questions, and I look forward to your reply!

No worries.

Regarding your most recent issue with the Keiko FC application, I saw your comment about the Tenso address but I honestly have no idea why you are having trouble with it😔

As for your questions:

What is the usual procedure? Getting tickets for Japanese concerts is a challenge, especially for us overseas fans. It's an extremely complex matter for which there are no simple answers. Throughout the years, I've made countless posts describing the difficulties and hurdles of the ticket application process. Not sure if you've seen any of them but it should be common knowledge by now that it is anything but easy. Unfortunately, there's not ONE specific guideline you can follow since the procedure is very different depending on the ticket platform. I don't want to sound pessimistic but I think it might be a little too late to start dealing with all those things just now. It might honestly be too troublesome (if not to say impossible) for you to get everything you need for a variety of ticket platforms at such short notice.

Anyway, we don't know yet which ticket platform they will use for the lotteries (will make a detailed post once we have more infos) but my best guess is that they will rely on traditional services such as e+ or Lawson Ticket. Usually, you need a registered account to get tickets on those sites. That can be quite tricky since they require an SMS verification via a Japanese phone number. They also only accept Japanese credit cards or convenient store payments so you'll need someone in Japan to handle the payment for you. Sometimes, with FC lotteries, you don't need to use your own ticket platform account, for example, it wasn't necessary to use my Lawson account to apply for Kaji Fes. FC tickets last year. If you are lucky, it will be the same for the Kalafina live so at least the lottery application itself can be done without much trouble. With Wakana's FC, there's also a high chance that they will use SKIYAKI TICKET as platform which I already talked about HERE.

Are you expected to pay the price of the ticket in advance or only if you won?/If you pay in advance, do you lose your money if you don't win? Don't worry, you never pay anything in advance. You apply, wait for the results and if you win, you have a few days to make your payment. If the payment isn't registered in the system before the deadline, your ticket will automatically be canceled.

How can you claim the ticket? Email or physical? Depends on the ticket platform. Newer services such as SKIYAKI are completely digital so you claim your ticket as QR code in a dedicated app. For older services, it's usually an app or paper ticket. As far as I know, the dedicated apps for those platforms are not always available in foreign appstores (I know I struggled with the e+ app but I think the Lawson Ticket app is available) but I never use them so I have no idea how foreigner friendly they actually are. With paper tickets, you usually have to pick them up at the convenience store with your payment number.

Can we collect it at the venue entrance? No, this is only ever an option for on-the-day sales or special overseas ticket services. e+ sometimes offers tickets for overseas fans with very easy procedures so you can pick them up at the venue. However, as of right now, we do not know if they will have those overseas tickets available or not. Usually, the sale gets announced after the FC and general lotteries are over.

Tenso say it's a contraband item for them. Yes, that's true. Tenso has never been a suitable service for tickets. There are some proxy services though that might be able to help you get your hands on a ticket. For example, SOSJapan handles Fan Club and Ticketing Service for overseas fans. They can also respond to very specific requests which is quite conventient. Friends of mine have had good experiences with them so I can recommend the service.

#kalafina #reply #e+#eplus #Lawson #SKIYAKI #Tenso #SOSJapan

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phoenix · 17 days ago

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Wanna help cheer up a disabled trans woman in these dark days?

I am gonna need a new computer by next October. It looks like I can pull off my usual bills and such over the winter, but this one thing is just so far out of my reach by that time.

I'm asking for 1500 dollars and if you can help out here's the link to my Kofi page. And I know that's a lot, so let me explain...

One can argue how much of a "need" a new computer is, and I get it. But as I said, I'm disabled, and my computer is literally my lifeline. I spend genuinely 75% of my waking hours on it. It is where I do my work, it is how I connect to people, it is how I get groceries, it's how I unwind and entertain myself. To me, a computer is an essential part of my life. Some of that can be done from a tablet, sure, but let's just say that is far from an optimal method.

So why do I need a new one? Well...Microsoft is ending support for Windows 10 next October, and while my computer is actually in good shape, it's NOT capable of upgrading to Windows 11. And once support ends, running a Win10 computer on the open internet becomes increasingly risky without security patches. And all the upgrades needed at this point, it really does reach the "might as well get a new one".

Why don't I switch to Linux? Well, quite frankly, I (mostly) like Windows, despite their flaws, and yes I am aware with the issues with 11. A lot of the stuff I do still requires Windows, in at least a way I am comfortable doing. I don't really want to learn a whole new operating system, and the hurdles one encounters with running Linux.

And yes, there ARE ways to loophole around upgrading to Windows 11, but that has it's own series of challenges, and could mess up my computer, so it's not exactly an option I want to risk.

Also, I know, whoa, that sure is a lotta money, can't you get a basic computer for much less? Yes, but again, this is where I do almost everything from. While a lot of that is just web surfing and writing, that's not the end of it. I need a computer that can handle more intense usage, for the few times I use editing software. Also, I do occasionally game on it, so having something that can handle that a well, is needed. With the amount of time I spend on it, I want it to be as solid and comfortable to use as possible.

This is also why I'm not looking for a secondhand computer either. I don't want to "inherit someone else's problems" as they say, and since my issues are in using an older computer that runs perfectly fine otherwise, getting an older used computer seems like not the solution I need.

This is also an investment. If I get a good modern computer, it will literally keep me going for 10 or so years, just like the one I am using right now, and the one before it.

I know the sort of computer I'm looking for, I know about the range it costs, and they tend to run around 1300. I'm asking for a bit more just to cover any fees Kofi might take, and any shipping charges and whatnot I run into.

If you can give, great, it is appreciated, but if all you can do is spread the word, that's also great. I've got a year, so a slow trickle of support won't be a bad thing, and can spread things around to a lot of people over a lot of time. Even just getting to 1000, I might be able to fill the gap, but am asking for the whole goal just in case things go wrong.

Without a computer, it will become increasingly difficult for me to do much of anything or even be online. It is literally my connection to the world.

#mutual aid #Foenix begs #kofi link #helping hands #call for help #support

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whatacaitastrophe · 9 months ago

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Everything Has Changed - Prologue

Song Inspo for this Fic: “Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift

Spotify Playlist: Here

THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO MY FIRST FIC - This story will make a lot more sense if you read Is It Over Now? first.

Chapter Warnings: Mystra

Prologue

“There’s no coming back from that for you. Not as my lover, and until you realize the absolute selfishness of your actions, not as my friend either”

Fallon’s words rang in Gale’s head his entire journey to Elysium. It would have been easy for the demi-god to just conjure a portal to take him there immediately, but Gale didn’t want to go back right away. Not back to The Outer Plane, not back to Elysium, and certainly not back to Mystra. He knew what awaited him upon his return. Mystra was very clear in her instructions: go back to the mortal realm, keep Fallon from making the mistake of falling in love with Astarion, then come back to Elysium with a renewed sense of adoration for the goddess of magic.

Nothing Mystra did was ever solely for Gale’s benefit; and thus far, his repeated experience was that the goddess looked out for her own interests alone. It was Mystra’s jealousy of Gale’s love for Fallon that brought on her ultimatum when Gale delivered the crown:

Accept her offer to become a demi-god, a god in training and live with her in Elysium as her chosen lover until he is ready for full godhood, or lose his connection to Mystra, The Weave, and magic entirely. It was an impossible choice and, in the moment, Gale did what he thought was the best possible outcome of the two.

As it turned out, Gale chose poorly. For instead of becoming a god with the ability to give Fallon everything that he had promised her and more, he became trapped in Elysium, unable to contact the elven rogue, and it nearly killed her. Not only that, but it pushed her right into Astarion’s arms.

“You chose your pride, and your ambition, and your goddess , and you left me here to fucking rot.” The words Fallon spat at him when the whole truth came out were made of purest venom, and when she’d put it the way she did, it made Gale feel even worse about his decision.

That was the beginning of the end.

When Fallon kicked him out and all but said she never wanted to see him again, Gale decided to take his time returning to Mystra. After all, he’d never given the goddess an exact timeframe on how long he would be gone, so there was no hurry.

He went to Waterdeep. Fallon was not the only person Gale abandoned when choosing to seek the Crown of Karsus, he had abandoned his mother as well. In another life, Waterdeep would have been his first stop. In another life, Fallon would have been at his side as his fiancée. Gale knew for a fact that Tara kept in touch with Morena, but Gale knew his mother. Not hearing from her son in over two years was going to come at a great cost to Gale— namely, that she would never let him forget it for as long as she lived.

It was just another addition to the ever growing list of people Gale hurt when he made his choice, his true folly, that day on the docks after the Netherbrain was defeated. How different his life would be if he’d just listened to Fallon and simply returned the pieces of the crown to Mystra instead of challenging her.

Gale spent more nights than he cared to admit crying to his mother and to Tara about all the mistakes he’d made, and how he didn’t know how to fix them. Well, that wasn’t entirely true; Gale knew that the moment he told Mystra he’d rather be human and free of her than a demi-god shackled to her for eternity that Mystra would take away his magic, his connection to The Weave and to her, with a snap of her fingers. Much like the early days of having the orb in his chest, Gale and Tara spent hours upon hours in his tower in Waterdeep, trying to find some sort of loophole, only to come up short. Most nights when Gale cried to Tara and his mother, it was because he already knew what he had to do. What he had to give up.

Even before they were ever romantically involved, Fallon quickly became one of his closest friends. Gale would even argue that Fallon was one of the first true friends he’d ever had period . Gale would eventually get over the fact that Fallon moved on romantically, but seeing the look of disappointment on her face and hearing the disgust in her voice when she renounced their friendship, too? It was too much, and he never wanted Fallon to look at him or speak to him that way ever again.

Taking away his magic as a punishment for breaking up with Mystra felt almost unnecessarily cruel, even for the goddess; but after everything Gale had put others through in the last year, it was a punishment that, perhaps, to him at least, was very nearly, if not entirely, deserved.

Knowing what was coming doesn’t make it easier, though. Returning to Elysium felt like a bad dream. Just as she had done when Gale came to deliver the crown, Mystra met him at the gates.

She knew.

“Gale of Waterdeep, you have finally returned to me.” She greets him with a fake saccharine smile. “Was your trip successful? Did you convince the elf not to be with the vampire?”

Her tone is haughty and condescending, and Gale frowned. “Why ask if you know the answer?”

Mystra only smirked.

Of course, Gale knew the answer to his own question as much as Mystra already knew the answer to hers. The goddess enjoyed being right, and she liked hearing it out loud. In the same vein, Mystra wasn’t just going to take away his connection to her and The Weave simply because she already knew what Gale was planning to do. No, she was most certainly going to make Gale say the words himself.

“This did not go in your favor, and, once again, you have come back to me with the intention of not doing as I commanded,” Mystra dared him to deny it with a piercing look. “Is being my chosen, loving me, and being loved by me truly such a burden?”

“It is when everything you ask of me suits no one but yourself!” Gale exclaimed . “I dedicated my entire life to serving you, in more ways than one, I might add, and it was never enough to be worthy. I am well aware that I’ve made many mistakes in my thirty-five years of living, enormous ones, but not a single one of those mistakes deserved punishment such as sacrificing myself 'for the greater good', or being told who I can and cannot love without suffering additional retribution! Nothing good has ever come to me by being your servant, and I’m embarrassed to say that it took me this long to realize it’s not worth it.”

Mystra stared at him in silence for several long, painfully long, moments. She knows this is the chance she will ever have to make him squirm, so Gale really shouldn’t have been surprised she made him wait. “Then what is it that you desire, Gale of Waterdeep? Tell me, and I will make it so.”

This is it, the moment of truth. His final chance at making things right with the people he’d come to care for most, or with the goddess before him. “If being a god means being tethered to you for eternity, and living a life that none of my loved ones or I can be proud of, then I don’t want it. I’m done. With you, with being a god, with The Weave, all of it. I’d rather be plain old Gale Dekarios, loved by the people who matter to me , than the great Gale of Waterdeep, a false god used by you to be made an example of.”

Mystra exhaled sharply. “Very well.”

It happened with a simple snap of her fingers. Within seconds, Gale felt different. Gone was the faint glow of divine light encompassing his body, gone was the sensation of being enveloped in The Weave’s embrace, that feeling of magic that always seemed to linger on his skin his whole life. All replaced by the same hollow sensation he had only felt once before, when he’d stood near Fallon in the Underdark while she had the flower from the Sussur tree in her pocket.

Except now, the emptiness was permanent, and he knew it. Immediately, Gale started to panic. Time slowed down, and he couldn’t remember how to breathe properly. He felt the loss of The Weave and his magic in a grief so immense it could fill the sea from here to Velrea. Gale dropped to his knees in tears. What does he do now? How did he move on from here?

The answer, it seemed, was something else Mystra had already planned for. A portal opened nearby, and she stepped through it. Seconds later, Gale was transported through space and time as Mystra dropped him on the plush rug in a familiar suite at a familiar tavern. He was disoriented at first, too lost in his grief to realize there were conversations happening or that someone was in front of him, pulling him close. That was when he heard Fallon’s voice.

“What have you done to him, you wretched bitch ?!” Fallon screamed at his goddess. His former goddess.

“I have not done anything Gale Dekarios has not asked for,” Mystra said coldly. “He knew the consequences should he chose to defy me, to turn his back on me, and yet, he chose you anyway. And so, I bring him to you, Fallon of Baldur’s Gate, for he is your problem now, in all his imperfect, entirely ordinary and human disgrace .”

Mystra says nothing else before stepping back through her portal, and Gale vaguely registers the looks on Fallon and Astarion’s faces as shock.

“She– she took my magic. Fallon– it’s gone. I can’t feel The Weave anymore. Oh gods. It’s gone!” Gale cried, inconsolable.

There was no other sound in the suite besides Gale’s own panicked sobs. “It’s gone.” he repeats, dejected and hopeless.

Astarion heaved a heavy sigh. “Well,” Astarion said as he reached for Fallon’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “I guess I’d better make sure we’ve got enough food for three, then.” There was no hesitancy in his voice and Fallon nodded in agreement: Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, mortal, non-magical, and human, is coming with them to Velrea, whether he liked it or not.

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elixrr · 1 year ago

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langue de chat cookie x reader…….. (payment for me giving you $5 😡 /joking manner)

two ideas :

reader visiting langue’s parents, and reader is trying to look nice but then langue’s parents ends up being casual and doesn’t mind

langue relaxing with reader after a long day at the firm

(NOTE FOR FOLLOWERS OR NEWCOMERS FROM TAGS THAT ELIXRR DOES NOT NORMALLY DO COOKIE RUN CONTENT…. THEYVE NEVER PLAYED THE GAMES….)

Personal IRL request : @plutoniclol

(ty for the $5 btw lmao it got me a good popsicle)

Langue de Chat Cookie x Reader

The moonlight resided with you and your dearest tonight, a rare sight after a while of the constant sugary rains from above. The luminescent lights crept through the windows of your shared home, shining a bright light through the darkness of tonight.

In spite of the tranquil atmosphere, you were anxious— antsy about something.

Langue de Chat Cookie had yet to arrive home at his usual time. Usually, he'd come back around 7 PM, just half an hour after you'd come home, but he arrived 3 hours later, 10 PM.

“Argh, I'm so sorry, darling! Things were much busier than usual at the firm, and all the more stressful.. Of course— nothing I can't handle, but still!”

He explained to you how he had to find evidence to prove his latest client's innocence, though every piece of information given had led straight to nothing or created loopholes in every claim and detail there was. Langue described it to be the most challenging case he's ever had... not that he's had many clients in the past, though.

“Not to mention the paperwork! Please forgive me, my dear, I won't ever be late to dinner again!”

After a long back and forth tangent about how worried you were and how busy he was, you'd both calm down and soothe yourselves on the couch, the television turned on, watching trials of the past and of recent times, commenting on everything said and done in each trial—

“Oh, but isn't that against the law? Why're they letting it slide?” Langue furrows his eyes beside you, speaking in between chews.

“It is! I mean, I hear you resite every law known to cookie in your sleep, and I've totally heard you mumble that one, too.” You laugh, watching him with a smug face as he nearly chokes on his cat tongue biscuit.

“Huh— what? I do that?!”

After a good two or three trials, you figure that the tea is ready in the kitchen and you get up from the couch to get it.

Or.

You were supposed to.

“L– Langue?” You stutter, turning around quickly to see your fiancee simply following you like a puppy from the couch and to the kitchen, standing behind you with an ever-so slight and subtle pout.

“..Just waiting for the tea, of course.”

You slowly turn your head from Langue de Chat and towards the kettle, confusingly nodding to yourself before pouring the steamy water into the teacup. You and Langue watch as the water discolors and turns dark with the teabag.

After that, you're both back on that cozy couch of yours in the living room, the fireplace to your left on the wall, the television set in front of you in the other side of the room. You smile, feeling the warm steam of the tea whirling in your face. You take a sip and glance at Langue de Chat, who's as focused as ever with watching the trials. You see his squint, his furrowed and focused brows, how he sips the tea for no more than a second to not miss a single detail in the trial.

You're proud, to say the least. Langue's always strived to be a great and famous lawyer, and you can't help but be amazed with how much he's been doing for the sake of his career.

Your smile grows, but you've been staring enough that Langue's attention flickers from the TV and to you, and his face flusters a little under your gaze.

“Oh, love. Did you need something?”

Langue repositions his glasses, adjusting the frame on his face to be sure they fit right on his face, also guaranteeing that he'll look even better for you.

“Langue.”

You say. The wavering syllable of his name is enough to silence the trial, transforming the voices of the judge and the lawyers into nothing but white noise.

The room goes silent for you two, but—

“I love you.”

You still speak, and the words themselves break Langue's composure, and you earn a grumble of embarrassment from him. As he turns away, you still see hints of his blushiness.

“..I love you too.”

Langue murmurs, turning back towards the television to listen in on the trial again. You let out a small laugh, shifting closer to Langue de Chat, and resting your head on his shoulder.

Today was a long day for the both of you,

But the nights— especially tonight— are always worth it.

#langue de chat cookie #langue de chat x reader #cookie run #character x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #langue de chat cookie x reader #x reader #x you #fic #fanfic

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midnightstar-90 · 1 year ago

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Nothing Like The Present

(Not My Art. This belongs to @shuploc)

Miguel O'Hara x GN! Spider-Person! Reader

Taglist | Requests | Wattpad Main Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Summary: Miguel and his Spider-girlfriend or boyfriend (However you get down) taking a nice little jog around the neighborhood. A woman jogs past with her baby in its stroller, and Miguel can't help but admire his significant other admiring the baby, making plans, in his head, for the future.

Warnings: FLUFF, Soft! Miguel, Small Mentions of Sex (Nothing too crazy) Slight angst

A/N: Wow! So, I wrote this as soon as I found the inspiration from @shuploc's Miguel O'Hara Fanart just so it wouldn't leave me. You should really check them out. Anyways, it's short, but I promise it's very fluffy, Soft! Miguel fic.

Words: 2.8K Words

Getting Miguel O'Hara to leave the Spider Society, for just a few hours, was a challenge. You admired his dedication to wanting to save literal universes, but with that came stress. And when Miguel was stressed, you were stressed.

You walked into Miguel's office, ready to give him the status report that he had requested. But as soon as you opened the door, you felt a small buzz from your spidey senses. Not even a second later, a book came flying at your head, in which you caught it by the spine of the book.

"It's just me, Miguel," You said, continuing your walk up to the man. This obviously wasn't your first go around with a quick-tempered and annoyingly stressed Miguel. In fact, most of the spider people would ask you to be the one to take things to the man, as he seemed to always be like this.

As you approached the man, you noticed the screens surrounding him. Some screens showed clips of Peter Parker Varients doing different things, while others showed other individuals who just happened to become a spider person. But the closer you got to the man, the more you saw what he was really staring at.

One screen that stuck out the most from the others was the screen of you laying limp in an alleyway puddle. You glanced at it with a sad look before leaning over to turn off the screen.

"Hey, I-"

Miguel quickly turned around to face you with a mean glare. The look didn't last long before his eyes met yours. His eyebrows unfurrowed, and his lips shifted from an angry sneer to a soft frown. you look up at the man with a sad smile.

"I think you need a break," you said, sincerely.

Miguel had been watching all the spider verses, looking for any anomalies that may alter the multiverse, but every time he did that, he would always come across some variant of me dying. And every time, I had to force him away from it. He would watch the clip for hours, studying it, hoping to find some sort of loophole. But Miguel knew that he couldn't alter a canon event. It's what made it a canon event.

Miguel looked down at you and sighed. He shook his head as he said, "Y/N, you know I can't. What if another anomaly-"

"Appears?" You cut him off with a knowing tone. Miguel's frown is replaced with a glare, almost as if he were annoyed, which he most likely was. It was the same exact situation every time. He would get too absorbed in trying to find anomalies, and when you told him to take a step back, he would give you an excuse as to why taking a step back wasn't a good idea. But you knew the man better than he knew himself, so you knew the signs of a cranky Miguel.

"Lyla is perfectly capable of watching over the spider verse for a couple of hours. Come on. It's not like I'm telling you to give up on the spider society, I'm just telling you to take a break and relax. You're overworking yourself, my love."

Your hands grip the man's forearms as you give the man a pleading look. He looks away, attempting to not give in to your alluring tactics. But as soon as he goes to see if you've stopped, he's instantly trapped, forcing himself not to give it. He felt like a fly in a spiderweb, begging to get out before losing everything to the hungry spider.

"Fine," he sighed, giving in to your powerful gaze. You laugh, clapping your hands, like a kid who just got what they wanted, before dragging the man out of the office and out of the Spider Society.

You and Miguel left for your apartment, after telling Jessica to look after the Spider Society and the Spider people within it. Jessica was the only one that both you and Miguel trusted with something so sacred to the large, intimidating man.

As you opened the apartment door, Miguel stood behind you with a pout. His posture stood slightly hunched with his head facing the ceiling. With a loud groan, Miguel said, "Why are we here. I'm not even tired."

You rolled your eyes at Miguel's childish behavior before responding with, "We're not here to nap. I was thinking we get all that stress out with a bit of exercise. Maybe a run. And then maybe we can get lunch before coming back here."

Miguel whined once more, following you into the small apartment. The two of you stood in the living room, in front of the door, looking at each other. Miguel clearly had the looks of someone who didn't want to be here, but you didn't care.

Instead, you left the man in the living room, to get to your room. You walked over to your dresser, pulling out the top left drawer, revealing some clothes that Miguel had left at yours, over time. Quickly shutting the drawer, you walk back to the living room. You found Miguel just standing there, staring into space, and without warning, you chucked the clothes at the man, causing him to stumble, and almost drop them.

As soon as Miguel went to open his mouth, you were quick to cut him off. "No questions. Just put those on," You barked closing your bedroom door.

Miguel looked down at the clothes in his hand, catching a whiff of something strangely familiar. A sly smirk appeared on his face as he began to calmly approach your door. He slowly opened the door. His eyes came in contact with your shirtless figure. Your body was well toned from being a part of the spider society. You weren't as bulky as Miguel, but you could tell that the muscles in your upper body were very strong.

You feel Miguel's presence behind you, and you quickly turn around with a loud "Hey!", covering your upper body (This can go both ways, can't it?). Miguel let out a soft laugh, "Nothing I haven't seen before, mi corazón." You scoff making the man laugh harder.

There was a slight pause between the two of you. Miguel's stare never left you, and neither did yours on him. He slowly approached you while lifting his sweatshirt up to his nose. He smelled it, closing his eyes as if he was smelling the most beautiful thing on earth. He let out a blissful sigh before opening his eyes once more. His eyes landed on your eyes, which shared a confused, weirded-out expression from watching the strange interaction in front of you.

The sly smirk was still on his face as he asked seductively, "Have you been wearing my clothes?" You look away from the man in front of you with blood rushing to your cheeks. Miguel saw the red tint, and smiled, knowing he got to you.

With his finger, he guided your head to face his once more. You wore a shy smile, as you hesitantly looked into his eyes. "Don't be embarrassed. I think you'd look adorable in my clothes." His voice was low, and suddenly you felt your knees start to buckle under you. Miguel's arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. His face was only centimeters away from yours, and it seemed like he was leaning closer to kiss you, but you were proven wrong when he pulled his face away from yours with a mischievous grin.

Miguel laughed, making you angrily glare at the man. You smacked his chest hard, mumbling a small, "You're such a tease," under your breath. "Just get ready," you order. Miguel does as you say, but not without giving you the occasional glance as you dressed away from him.

'I refuse to let anything happen to them,' Miguel thinks to himself, slipping on his running shorts. He watches you pull on a pair of your black jogger sweatpants, doing a slight bounce to help pull them around your waist. The joggers are baggy around your legs, but the waist area perfectly shows off your curves. Miguel just wanted to walk up behind you, so he could hold you and never let go. But he was quickly pulled out of his trans as you turned around, with everything already on.

You were now dressed in a heather grey thermal hoodie with neon mesh along the sleeve. You were looking down at your fitness band that you had gladly replaced your dimensional watch with. You looked up at Miguel, seeing that he was staring at you, and you gave him a smile. Miguel smiled back.

"It's a little breezy today. If you want to run shirtless, be my guess, but don't come crying when you catch a cold," You say smugly. Miguel scoffs, still carrying that smile that you loved to see before slipping on the hoodie that you gave him.

You grab his hand. "Come on. Let's go," You say, pulling the man out of your apartment.

Down the street from your apartment, there was a community park that everyone in your neighborhood loved to visit. It had something for everyone. Parks and water pads for the children, three different trails around the park, and even a small dog park that hosted both small and large dogs.

"This place is beautiful," Miguel spoke, almost speechless. His mouth opened, only slightly agape. He looked around at the park and marveled at the sight. "Life is much different when you extract yourself from those screens you surround yourself with."

Miguel looks down at you with a scoff. "You think you're so funny," he glares, making you laugh. Your smile beaming brighter than the sun. "Okay," he nods, looking away with a hurt frown.

Your smile flattens out into a straight line as you look at him with a heightened eyebrow. "Come on. Miguel O'Hara is hurt by a little joke?" You say in a teasing tone. Miguel doesn't move.

"Come on, baby. You know I was joking."

You hug Miguel, tightening your hold around his arms. You stay there for a few seconds, not getting any type of response from the larger man before pulling out of the hug. You look up at Miguel seeing the playful glint in his eyes as a smile slowly appears. "Race ya," Miguel shouted. Before you could even reply, Miguel darted off, leaving you confused.

By the time you realized what was happening, Miguel was already on one of the many trails surrounding the park. You let out a loud groan, calling his name as you run after him.

You eventually caught up with the man. Miguel turned to look at you as you ran beside him, slightly out of breath, and chuckled. “Glad you could make it,” he joked, matching his speed to yours.

You gave Miguel a fake laugh, flipping him off in the process. “I can't believe you left me,” you said, trying to focus on your breathing as you talked.

“You wanted me to get away from the spider society. Away from all those screens. It’s not my fault that you chose something I’m clearly better than you at,” he laughed.

You gave Miguel an “Oh, really?” look and said, “Okay, Mr. Big Man. Let’s race. First one to that pole, up there, wins. If you win, you can go back to your dark office and wait for an anomaly to appear, with no human interactions or interruptions. If I win, you have to stay here with me, all night,” you bet, extending the ‘L’ in “all”.

“Okay. You’re on,” Miguel agreed.

“On 3. 1… 2. 3,” You said quickly before running off, just as Miguel had done to you earlier. Miguel heard the sound of your laugh from where you left him. He laughed himself before chasing after you.

In all honesty, Miguel was enjoying himself. He didn't want to go back to the Spider Society, not at this current moment. He wanted to stay here and have fun for just a little longer. Just seeing the smile on your face as you two ran freely through a park made Miguel feel something that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Happiness.

The stress from the job of being Spiderman 2099 had left Miguel entirely as he sped up his movement, getting closer to you. You looked behind you, seeing Miguel catching up to you. A scream left your lips, causing the people around you to turn their heads toward you.

Your legs ran faster, hoping to get away from your boyfriend, but when you turned around, you realized that you were on the verge of running into a woman with a stroller. Your eyes went wide as you came to a screeching halt, almost tripping in the process.

The woman looked over at you confused. Your face was beaming red from all the running you had just experienced, and your heart was racing, leaving you with heavy breathing. The woman stopped walking, asking you if you were okay, to which you responded with, "No. No. I'm... good. I was just... racing my boyfriend. I was winning until... I accidentally almost bumped into you. I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. I was in the middle of the walkway. I should have known better, especially with this little one," the woman spoke, giving you a smile. You looked down at the baby in the stroller. It was a baby boy, and from the looks of it, he got most of his mother's features, which wasn't a bad thing. His mother was beautiful.

It made you wonder what it would be like if you and Miguel were to have a baby. Would they look like you or Miguel? Who's personality would they share? Would Miguel's obsession with the Spider Society, and keeping the universe safe, still be, or would he take more time to be a part of his family? Those and a hundred more questions ran through your head, all at once as you looked at the woman's baby.

Miguel saw the interaction between you and the woman. He saw you almost run into her, and he saw how you looked at the woman's baby. He's seen that look many times when Peter brought Mayday around, and that usually ended with you and him watching the Parker child.

Before, it made him sad that he couldn't give you what you wanted until his mission was complete. He couldn't risk losing you or the child that you both decided to have from something that he could have prevented. But being with you today made him realize that he was missing out on so much.

He realized that being spider people wasn't the only thing that made the two of you happy. There were plenty of things that Miguel was still learning, that made you happy. And now, he was fully prepared to give that to you. He was still going to fight hard to protect you, but spending time with you felt as if the today had awakened him to a bright future.

You and the woman finished up your conversation, sending each other quick goodbyes, before the woman started walking once more. She pushed the stroller to the side of the walkway, giving joggers or people moving quicker than her, space to go around her.

Miguel watched you as your head shifted from the woman to Miguel. You caught sight of the cheesy grin that he was wearing, replicating it, and moving closer to the man. Pulling yourself into the man, you let out a sigh and said, "Oh, I love babies."

Miguel laughed, adding a small "I know" as he held you in his arms.

"I hope one day we can start a family."

"Yeah? I could see a future with me, you, and a whole bunch of little spiders roaming around the place," Miguel spoke.

You looked up at the man, eyes beaming with happiness. "Really?" You asked him. He nodded, making your smile any bigger.

The two of you stayed in the hug for a few seconds before you removed your head from his chest, and his arms retracted from your waist. Giving your head a light scratch, your smile shifted to a frown. "I know you want to get back to the office. You a can go if you want. I'll probably head back to mine and take a shower and a nap before I go back."

Miguel's eyebrow lifted as he looked at you in confusion. "No," he shook his head. "I don't want to go back. I'll do anything you want to do, as long as I am with you," Miguel told the girl, as she looked up at him with admiring eyes.

"Okay," you beamed.

"Shall we head home, or would you like to finish our race?" You asked, earning a small "whatever you want."

"No. No. You definitely won that one, mi corazón."

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st-hedge · 1 year ago

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I’d love to hear your Ganlink headcanons for all the different links/ganons. I like to think they all had a mildly different vibes but still the same soft helpless love.

I don’t know where to start!!!

Okay I’ll talk about my two favourites. Starting with OoT. I think that they are squabbling goblins. Ganon is stubborn and has a bit of a high horse complex (can’t blame him) and link inquisitive and likes to pry at everything. Which results in them arguing and then link finding a loophole in Ganon’s reasoning/argument. Then link is rubbing his hands while Ganon doesn’t know what to say and is just pointing at the little fucker wordlessly. And I think that’s why they would get along great and ferociously make out. They are competent (sad, tired) idiots

And if I may talk about their counterparts - phantom/dark. I think that they are in some ways the opposites of link and Ganon, but they are also the same. Phantom is quiet, patient, but also resigned. Dark is loud, demanding, and constantly moving. I think they meet each other in the middle. While they look monstrous and are just ghostly, demonic creatures, they are very sweet with each other (screams and claws at walls). Without going into my fake lore, dark is confused by phantom’s imprisonment and disinterest in escaping, phantom tries to protect the silly little shadowy spirit from things he won’t explain

I love all the iterations of ganondorf people came up with prior to totk. But I’ll just talk based off of canon. I think in totk both Ganon and link are such little fucking teases. I think they would both play mind games with each other and have the best time doing it. They challenge each other and everything is a competition and people think they are insane. But also I can imagine link trusting to express his anger about *gestures at divine duty bullshit and mcchicken hylia* to Ganon and there being mutual frustration shared between them (man yells at cloud). They bring out the worst and best in each other and I don’t think they’d have it any other way

#ask hedge #ooouuggghhhhh #I don’t think my AUs count so #one of my favourite things about ganlink is how like #they have to make conscious effort to make way to the other #cuz destiny is not gonna waltz them into a cosy little life #and people will absolutely tear our their hair if they were like ‘yeah I’m gonna kiss this bastard’#kick destiny up the ass and kiss yer man

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nomatterwhatnomatterwhere · 4 months ago

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What a ( Not so) Strange World XII

A.N: Hmmm…hello? Hi, I know, I know, It's been a long time.

Sorry.

It's becoming a constant.

Could the fact that the chapter is longer than usual be a good way of asking for forgiveness?

It's been a challenging time, both physically and mentally, and I felt I needed to step away a little to sort out some things in my life.

Hope you're all doing alright.

I have to thank the @the-ace-readerfor helping me sorting a couple of things.

Thank you, you're a sweetheart and you need to know

Trigger Warning: Childhood trauma, symptoms of panic attack

“Rrrgh! I hate that little ginger megalomaniac ! Does he thinks HE’s the Queen of Heart?”

“Banished by the housewarden from my own dorm … My dream of becoming an honor student is slipping further and further away …”

“Stupid collar! It’s so tight! Grrr…”

Honestly, you were trying to ignore the Problem Child's complaints: they had absolutely every right to complain about what happened, that wasn't what bothered you. What bothered you was how their complaints seemed to place all the blame solely on Riddle as if they had done nothing to deserve that reaction.

Sure, Riddle had overreacted too, and he certainly had a temper problem, but you couldn't put all the blame on him for the presence of the anti-magic collars on four-fifths of the group.

Four-fifths because, after Trey and Cater had 'escorted' you out, your second instinct had been to try to release the collar that had popped up on Yu's neck

(Your first instinct had been to give the group a good scolding, and maybe beat up Ace, who was currently at the bottom of your global approval rating, but you'd desisted: no one seemed in the mood for another discussion, you first and foremost).

You had tried to figure out what kind of magic Riddle's was: it was his Unique Magic, and that was a given, but your years of studying with Maleficent had taught you that despite everything, magic can show itself in different ways, sometimes simpler than others, but there is always a key to undoing a spell or curse. A way that sometimes not even the one casting the magic is aware of.

Riddle's magic allowed him to block the magic of others, and was cast when something did not meet his standards.

For the Problem Child, you didn't think there was much you could do, but for Yuu you were more than sure there was a loophole: Yuu didn't have magic, so their collar didn't actually restrict (or absorb) any magic.

Now you had to figure out how these collars restricted magic.

They were made up of Riddle's magic, but unless he had the magical reserves of a fae, even his magic had a limit.

You imagined that the magic fed into the collar shouldn't be much, just enough to stop the magic of a first year probably, so if there was more magic input than the collar could handle, then the collar would have to break.

Right?

You were about to ask Yuu if they'd be willing to let you try, but the shouts of the three Problem Children - Deuce was right in this round - distracted you just in time to see Che'nya's head poking fun at the three imbeciles

"Let's just say I'm not from the other side of the looking glass".

"Yet another weirdo" you giggled as you heard Yuu utter those words.

Che'nya wasn't normal, but it wasn't as if he was strange compared to the others: he was within the norm.

In fact, you found yourself nodding at the cat-boy's response.

After the revelations-which to you were only confirmations-that Che'nya made to the group and the huge barrel dump thrown at Trey, the boy decided to turn invisible again and do who knows what.

You doubted he would bother Riddle, given how much you had implied.

Although it wasn't for the best of reasons, you were glad you'd finally managed to set foot in the Library: you had research to do, lots of research to do.

So, while you were waiting for Trey for the little ambush you'd organised - Yuu had organised - you'd been sightseeing among the shelves, grabbing as many books pertaining to your research as you could, abandoning them on the table you'd claimed as your own, and then going in search of a paper and pencil with which to take notes

Unlike Deuce, Ace and Grim, who had been staring at the entrance to the Library since you arrived - ignoring everything that wasn't Trey-shaped - Yuu had noticed your wandering among the shelves and had noticed even more the books you had placed on the table you had colonised : 'The Great Seven- The reality of a myth', 'What is magic - A guide', 'Faerie, Mermen, Beastmen- All you need to know', 'Enchantment's Basic, Vol I- How to cast a spell', 'Enchantment's Basic, Vol III - How to break a curse', 'Dimensional magic- What is a magical portal', 'Spells, Curse, Jinx: A survival guide'', Herbal remedies'.

Yuu didn't know what book you were reading when you'd finished your tour and decided to sit down at the table and hide behind your wall of books, but you seemed focused and they didn't feel like getting one of the dirty looks you'd thrown at all of them once you'd left Heartslabyul

(Evil looks that Yuu had seen you throw mainly at Ace and Grim, especially Ace. It wasn't good to be on the receiving end: Yuu had never felt so guilty).

From what Yuu could tell, so very little really, you seemed confused by what you were reading, alternating your gaze from the pages to your notes to your surroundings

Once Trey entered Ace and Deuce cornered him.

From the outside you could look like bullies, you were pretty sure.

"Come clean with us. What's your take on Riddle? Is it true you've been pandering to him since the two of you were kids?"

Of course, in terms of tact, Ace was quite a good example.

There is a way and a way to ask a question, and he always uses the worst way.

Trey's expression when Deuce told him that it was Che'nya who had given you that information was not an expression you had seen on the boy.

In your eyes it seemed to clash with everything you knew about Trey: but then again you had never seen him angry, or frustrated, at most annoyed.

The moments of silence, and even his remarks as Trey explained the 'Riddle' situation had almost made you reconsider Ace's empathic abilities.

Almost.

"It's YOUR fault Riddle's like this".

"You guys are supposed to be childhood friends?! Then act like it"

As much as you agreed with Ace's speech in some respects, the redhead had no right to speak to Trey like that.

It wasn't just that Trey was his senpai and as such deserved respect, but Ace didn't know Trey, or at least, knew a superficial version of Trey.

You didn't know the Trey who was a student at Heartslabyul and was its deputy Housewarden: you knew the kind Trey who offered you more berry muffins than he could, the Trey who had become friends with Che'nya despite the boy's strange manner.

Ace didn't know the Trey who had offered his friendship to Riddle - who had offered you his friendship - and the mere fact that he spoke to him as if he was the reason why no one in Heartslabyul could form a relationship with Riddle was getting on your nerves.

It was true, Trey was at fault, and that could not be denied: he might have caused Riddle to change his ways a little, his following the rules so blindly and becoming so obsessed with them.

But Ace was still touching on a delicate subject: how can you make someone who has been forced all his life to follow a principle, right or wrong, understand that that principle does not have to be applied in everything and to every person? How can you do that when that principle is that person's world, is that person's foundation? Especially when that person bears a responsibility like Riddle does?

Certainly not by yelling at him like Ace would.

But Ace has no conception of how someone other than him might feel in a given situation: Ace is not an empathetic guy, and he has no tact, just like Riddle, he can't see anything that doesn't fit his view of things

“Ace I don’t think you should-”

“YOU THERE! BE QUIET! YOU ARE IN A LIBRARY!”

You couldn't help but chuckle when Grim had so candidly pointed out to the Headmaster that he was shouting more than all of you

( The weasel had looked at the extra can of tuna you had given him at dinner suspiciously before devouring it.

He had no idea why I had given it to him, but hey, more tuna for him).

After explaining the situation to him, Crowley gave the group some possible solutions: obviously Ace would be against the move, and on his motives you more than agreed.

Ace could have all the faults in the world, but he faced his problems head-on

(If he had learned to do this without involving other innocent people it would have been better, but nobody's perfect).

The idea of challenging Riddle was much more his style, actually, and Deuce's style too, it seemed.

The only problem was that neither of them had any decent magical abilities, or at least, you hadn't seen them.

But still it would have been a matter of challenging someone magically more experienced than them, after all, Riddle was still your senpai.

“I may not be the world’s greatest mage, but … I’ll figure something out!”

“That’s the spirit!”

“My heads on the line here, so don’t mess this up!”

“You guys…”

"…are idiots" you didn't know what Trey was going to say, but you knew full well that the three of them were raging about something they didn't stand a chance against, and you didn't have the slightest desire to get involved

"Bloody idiots, if anyone wants my opinion. Good luck," you said, levitating all the books you'd picked up behind you and grabbing Yuu's hand, heading for the Library counter. "Try not to die while you come up with some plan to beat Riddle because we," you pointed at yourself and Yuu, "are going to be busy doing something a little smarter and I wouldn't want to have to come and retrieve what's left of you with a spoon."

( Your already sour mood had not improved when the assistant librarian had informed you that there was only a certain number of books you could borrow and that you exceeded it.

You had only recovered when Yuu offered to take the remaining books for you: there was nothing to forbid it).

You'd come out of the Library so fast that poor Yuu was having a hard time following your short but decidedly fast pace, also because it took you a while to realise that you were still dragging them along with you.

You had turned around so fast that Yuu almost jumped up, only to be startled slightly when you began to scan his wrist.

"I'm sorry I dragged you here. I don't think it'll leave a bruise" you pointed at their wrist " I didn't realise I'd tightened my grip so much. Sorry."

"It's not- It's not a problem, really…"

"Of course it is! You shouldn't let anyone drag you around, what if you get in trouble later?!"

"Um, that is…"

"Protection" you sighed to yourself "You need protection spells."

One part of Yuu wanted to be offended in that you thought them incapable of protecting themselves, but another, a bit more honest, knew that they were in a world with magic, magic that they didn't possess, so even though theoretically they might have some chance of protecting themselves, practically those chances were very low.

"So, um, where are we going?"

At their question you paused for a moment, blinking before answering

"To the teachers' room. I wanted to ask if there was a spare classroom where I could do some experiments on … " you made a sign around your neck "If that's OK with you. I should have asked first I guess. You can say no if you want, you don't have to feel obligated in any way-"

"Do you have a way to take it off?"

You seemed uncertain

"I don't know. I have some ideas. I don't know if it will work. But whatever comes out should be better than whatever those idiots are up to."

"Are you … worried about the duel?"

"No. Why should I be?" Yuu didn't expect such bluntness " They're first years, Riddle is in his second year and he's already a great wizard, plus I don't think those two know how to cast any spells. Do they?" And Yuu couldn't help but remember the cauldron conjured by Deuce " It's impossible for them to win that duel. And I doubt Riddle will remove the collars until you apologise for your behaviour."

You hadn't said it outright, but Yuu was learning to read between the lines of your speeches, so they hadn't missed the fact that you were looking for an alternative solution to removing the collars that didn't involve Riddle

You could deny it all you could, but you were probably getting attached to the two Heartlabyul students.

And you probably knew it too, you just refused to admit it.

(And even more likely you wanted them out of Ramshackle as soon as possible: heaven forbid word spread that the dormitory was taking in Heartslabuyl evacuees, given the way things were going you, Yuu and Grim would have been invaded)

Despite your and Yuu's combined efforts, and the instructions in books you were consulting, you had not managed to remove the collar.

You understood how it worked, and indeed the collar absorbed magic.

The problem was that it was putting it back in very quickly, so it wasn't storing it all at once, just a little at a time, thus making your initial plan a failure.

You didn't have such high magic reserves that the collar couldn't put it back into circulation.

Besides, there was the risk of there being consequences for Yuu, after all it was your magic that flowed into the collar, and you didn't know what might happen if you put too much magic in all at once.

( You would have fainted. It often happened that during lessons with Maleficent you wanted to succeed in a spell so badly that you forgot that your magic reserves were still developing and that, above all, they were not the reserves of a fae.

You had once been unconscious for three whole days, all because you wanted to succeed in turning a mouse into a horse; you had read the story of Cinderella and Madame Tremaine had confirmed the existence of such a spell.

The problem was that that spell was way over your head, and you hadn't yet learned to control your magic, so you ended up fainting.

You were forbidden to practise magic for the next month, and you couldn't even think about trying that spell again until you understood its theory.

In order to recover more quickly Frau Grimilde had prepared an invigorating potion for you, making it taste much worse than it actually had to be

"Let it serve as a warning for the future" was what she had said to you while you tried not to vomit)

One thing that had caught your attention, though, was how different Riddle's magic felt from yours.

Not in terms of power, just on the level of perception, of 'paste'.

You perceived your magic as a kind of light mist: as if you could pass your hand through it, with some difficulty, but tangible nonetheless.

Riddle's magic felt heavy, still felt like fog, but much denser and thicker, more closed than yours

Great, more things to research . . .

Back in Ramshackle you were greeted by an Ace lying badly on the sofa, one hand brushing the floor, a Grim asleep on the back of the same sofa snoring and a Deuce trying not to fall asleep sitting on the floor leaning on the sofa legs.

You would have considered the picture even domestic, had the situation been different

"So?" you asked aloud, heedless that I might wake them up "Have you devised anything to beat Riddle?"

The answer - an unintelligible muttering from all three of them - made you realise that no, they had not come up with a functional solution

After answering you, as if he had suddenly realised the situation - or perhaps he had simply woken up - Ace turned to you in a tone you found decidedly snooty

"And you, 'your magnificence' have succeeded in that clever thing of yours that you have to abandon your friends in this situation?"

"First," you pointed at you and him with your finger," we are not friends, we have friends in common. Second, you got yourselves into this situation, because you haven't yet learned to process a thought before expressing it and to analyse a situation. Third, whatever I do does not affect you, unless I communicate it to you directly,'"

"Ahhh, so you failed. You don't have to hide behind big words to admit it. You failed. You could have -"

Ace's attitude had bothered you from the start. Really, you had never met anyone who annoyed you as much as Ace did.

The redhead seemed incapable of reading his surroundings, of weighing his words, sometimes you even wondered if he filtered his thoughts before uttering them.

He acted as if he was always the poor victim on duty, regardless of the actions that made him the said victim

His lack of empathy in a situation that did not directly concern him and his brazenness in talking about things he knew nothing about as if he did, was annoying you.

You hadn't even let him finish that you slapped him, your red handprint clearly visible on his shocked face.

"I am not Trey" you said, breaking the tense silence that had set in as a result of your action " I don't have to act mature because that is what is expected of a senpai. Know that."

You walked away towards the kitchen, only to prepare something to eat for your tenants, because you were sure none of you had eaten, but you did not stay to dine with them.

You grabbed a packet of biscuits and ventured into the forest near the dormitory.

You were not hungry. But you had to eat something. Otherwise you would not have slept.

(Madame Tremaine had said that when you were hungry you were intractable, and you certainly got that trait from Queenie. The latter did not seem at all offended

'We get upset about the simplest things because they are easier to explain than the things that really upset us. Unless it is a lack of respect. In that case you have full authority to cut someone's head off."

She had explained when you asked her if the story of the stolen tarts was true)

As you munched on your biscuits you realised that Neige had sent you a message in the afternoon and, also feeling a little guilty for not having answered him sooner, you replied

From : Neige

Hello Fairy-san!!!

Did you arrive safely at the NRC? Did everything go well? How are you getting along?

I'm not bothering you, am I??

To: Neige

Hi. Sorry for the late reply.

No, you're not bothering me at all.

I guess you could say I've had a tough couple of days.

Everything went well.

I met some old friends, although I also met some weird people!

I feel like I'm the odd one!

From: Neige

Tough days? Are you OK now?

Weird people? Haha I guess you could say that

But they're not bad… At least, the ones I know aren't.

Still, it doesn't hurt to be cautious

To: Neige

Oh, so you have friends here? I didn't expect that

From: Neige

I can see why

You had thought the conversation was over and were about to put the phone away if you hadn't seen the call icon right from the guy

"Hi. . . you're not angry . . . are you?"

What?

"Why would I be angry?"

" I called you …. without asking ?"

Oh goodness. From the tone Neige had used it sounded like he might start crying if you said the wrong thing to him.

"Uhm…I'd prefer if you could ask me next time, but it's not like I'm mad at you. It's just-"

"Are you busy?!"

"I'm eating biscuits -"

"Fairy-san !!! That's bad for your health! You should eat a proper meal!"

It made you laugh, you were being scolded by someone who seemed to be sulking.

"It's not like I do this everyday…"

The conversation with Neige continued until he realised it was getting late and wished you a good night.

Talking to him had pleased you, and Neige had tried hard to lift your spirits. He had also asked if you had any plans for the Spelldrive tournament - which he had kindly explained would soon be held at the NRC - so you could meet up, if you had nothing else to do of course.

( Maybe he would have introduced you to his closest friend at the NRC! Of course, Vil didn't have an easy time of it, but Neige was sure he would have liked you. He liked you, and despite what the gossip sites said, he and Vil had tastes in common. That would have been nice ! )

You had answered him honestly: you didn't know if you would have any plans, but if he was there then you would have made sure to meet him.

The morning had arrived earlier than you would have liked, and in a more tense atmosphere than it should have been, partly because of you.

Ace had not spoken to you the whole way, while Yuu and Deuce seemed to be walking on eggshells.

Arriving at Heartslabyul, the atmosphere was no less tense: the students didn't think there was really anyone so out of their minds that they actually wanted to try and challenge Riddle

"You're saying Ace and Deuce are challenging Riddle for the Housewarden's seat?! Please tell me you're kidding"

"I tried to stop them"

"Of all the stupid ideas …. I just hope this doesn't make everything worse"

"You and me both"

"It will" you didn't mind taking on the role of 'kill-joy' " One of them doesn't have the slightest ability to keep quiet when he should, the other perceives an injustice and is ready to punch back. I don't think there's any way this can end well"

"Have you tried to reason with them?" asked Cater, to which you replied with a raised eyebrow

"I understand that they currently sought political asylum in Ramshackle, but what gave you the illusion that I, me, could reason with one of them? You should have asked Yuu."

“You beat them,” Cater said resignedly, causing Trey to look somewhere between curious and worried

You had grown since the last time he saw you, but you never struck him as someone who would resort to violence.

Also, why did Cater seem so certain that you beat up his juniors?

“I slapped Ace. He talked too much."

Trey was increasingly confused as he watched Cater nod

The outcome of Ace and Deuce's duel against Riddle didn't go too differently from what you expected: those two were slow to cast spells, Riddle was definitely on another level compared to them

Despite everything, however, the direction of Riddle's speech was starting to make you uncomfortable: you agreed on following the rules, because if they were invented there must be a motivation that made them necessary for society. Without rules there would be total anarchy, and anarchy has never brought anything but destruction.

But Riddle had taken everything to the extreme, and had, albeit unconsciously, touched a very sensitive button, making you visibly tense up

"What sort of pitful education have you received, that you cannot follow such simple rules? Clearly you were born to parents with no great magical capability. And as a result. . . you lack even the basic education -"

You didn't know who your parents were.

You had lived most of your childhood in an orphanage, under rules you had to obey.

Even if you thought they were unfair.

Even if they didn't apply to anyone but you.

Even if they made you feel like you were worth less than everyone else.

Those rules made you feel like whatever you did was wrong.

Even when it wasn't.

Those rules made you walk on eggshells. Always.

Having to apply what you were told was a way of not feeling at fault.

Doing it right meant not receiving disapproving glances, not feeling the tense air around you.

It meant being able to breathe again without feeling a weight on your stomach.

It had taken you years to realise that those rules, the ones that had raised you, were not right.

And they did not define you.

Even now you were struggling to accept that you had abilities, good abilities, because for so long you had been told otherwise.

And when someone is told the same thing for so long, it must mean something.

You couldn't accept a compliment, because you had always been told that if someone gave you a compliment they didn't really mean it, it was only to get something in return.

Even now, despite how much every one of your guardians had told you that you were a quick learner, that you were capable, that you could do it, you felt like they were lying to you, even when they didn't mean it.

And you knew they meant it, because they wouldn't gain anything from telling you that you were good.

They did it because they knew you felt calmer, more confident, when you saw the looks of satisfaction they were sending you.

But even they knew that this was not healthy for you.

You had to feel satisfied for yourself.

The fact that those who loved you were happy for you had to be extra.

Instead, when you didn't succeed at something, after many attempts, you would demoralise yourself, clam up and go back to being that eight-year-old girl alone in a forest, abandoned.

Because that was the upbringing you had been given and which you were trying to leave behind.

“ YOU SHUT YOUR SPOILED LITTLE MOUTH!”

Everyone around you had a big reaction to the fact that Ace had beaten Riddle, but you weren't too impressed: Ace was instinctive, where he wouldn't get there with magic, he would get there another way

Ace's speech was, unsurprisingly, stream-of-consciousness, but by your standards - which in Ace's comparisons were borderline earthly - it made a certain amount of logical sense.

You could have given it to him.

But as usual with Ace, he had to say that too much bullshit that made everything good he said go to hell

“Your attitude tells me all I need to know- that you're nothing but a spoiled brat!”

That had been Riddle's breakdown and not even the words of Trey or Crowley seemed to be able to calm him down or bring him out of the state of anger he had entered.

When one of the students threw that egg at him you felt the tension rise even more, and you didn't think it was possible.

The way Riddle had ordered the culprit to come forward made you wince – you didn't like being yelled at, even if Riddle wasn't yelling at you directly.

“All of you care about is doing what YOU want to do! If the guilty party won't come forward, then I'll pass judgment on all of you!”

If you were in any other state of mind, you probably would have told Ace to shut his damn mouth, because he wasn't helping at all, in fact!

Trying to reason with someone who is not in a state of thinking clearly is not helpful at all.

But at that moment, the only thing you could think about was that everything around you was a danger: the garden had changed its appearance, it was obeying RIddle's commands and the magic you sensed from the boy was different from what you had perceived as you studied the collar

It was much thicker, much heavier, somehow lumpy, sticky, sort of slime-like.

It wasn't a good sign...

You were so focused on figuring out what was happening to Riddle's magic that you didn't notice that the boy had sent the roses from the garden at you.

It was Yuu who had pulled you away, hiding you both behind one of the roseless bushes.

“What were you saying 'bout protection magic?”

You didn't understand if it was a joke to make you relax or it was really a request, but you understood that Yuu wasn't calm either: his hand, still clutched to your arm, was shaking. His breathing was fast, very fast, his gaze seemed fixed on Riddle's figure.

You didn't know what to do...

You felt like crying.

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The Magic of Modeling

How is it already the second to last day of Chubtober!? I can’t believe it’s almost over.

Today’s prompt is Enchanted from fatguarddog’s list and there is a little cameo from my favorite gal.

Read here or on AO3!

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Taehyung wasn’t even sure how it was brought up. They were all talking about Jimin’s latest fashion show and then somehow, they were talking about Taehyung’s modeling ability.

While he was incredibly handsome and his partners never failed to tell him that, Taehyung knew he was not the model type.

He had been chubby his entire life and he really enjoyed that about himself. Taehyung loved food, loved his soft belly, and loved his wide thighs. He was the perfect cuddler and his lap was the best seat for his partners.

Taehyung knew it was partially a lie as he said it, but it didn’t stop him from setting up what eventually would become a months long endeavor.

“I could definitely model.”

His partners seemed to fall silent, figuring out how to respond to him lightly until Yoongi took the burden on himself.

“Tae, you know I’m saying this with all my love and respect for you with no judgment, but we both know that’s not really true. The industry sucks and you would have to lose weight to be taken seriously.”

Taehyung knew Yoongi was right, unfortunate as the truth was, but he also didn’t want that to stop him. It somehow became a challenge for himself - a fixation to figure out how he could pull it off.

He didn’t feel that he needed to prove them wrong necessarily because they loved and supported him, enjoying his body and hyping up his look, but it almost was like proving the industry as a whole wrong. An unknown sleight of his own hand.

It started with a lot of research for Taehyung to figure out how he could be chubby…maybe fat if he were to be honest with himself and enter the modeling world.

That is when Taehyung remembered Hwasa, the granddaughter of his grandmother’s best friend.

They had been childhood friends and he trusted her to come up with a solution considering that she descended from a long line of witches.

Taehyung certainly wasn’t going to attempt losing the weight first because he would never give into the toxic industry and he honestly just didn’t have the willpower to do it.

After looking up types of charms and spells, Taehyung found a variation on a Cinderella-esque magical effect that could allow him to have the best of both worlds.

It would allow Taehyung’s true form to be as fat and happy as he wanted while also shifting into the “ideal” frame for male modeling.

He could maintain the perfect model image during certain hours of the day before returning home to indulge in his favorite meals and couch cuddles.

After meeting up at Hwasa’s shop and explaining his findings, she looked at him with a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“You’re serious about this?”

“Of course, I told you, I need to make this point. I have to prove them wrong.”

“But they aren’t discouraging you, it’s just realistic.”

“Fine, then I need to prove the industry wrong.”

“By finding a loophole to still have the body type they require and no one knowing.”

“I will know! That’s the point!”

“God, you are so dumb…”

“So, you’re not going to do it?”

“What? Of course I’m going to do it, sit down.”

In a matter of hours, Taehyung was looking a completely different version of himself in the mirror. He couldn’t remember a time that his jaw had such a sharp line or ever having definition on his abdomen.

Honestly, Taehyung hated it. It felt and looked wrong, like everything that made him Taehyung was gone - way too small and cold.

“Man, you look hot as hell, models should consider themselves lucky that you love food so much, but it also just looks so off. You sure about this?”

Hwasa’s voice startled Taehyung and he nodded. He couldn’t agree more that it was not the look for him, however, he knew that he could easily sell the model look long enough to make his point.

“Yeah, I just need to do this until I can book a project and then be done with it.”

“Let me help with that. I’ve got some contacts in the industry. You aren’t the only one who uses magic to cut corners.”

Taehyung managed to hide his little secret from his partners, not utilizing Hwasa’s perfect charm until she sent him the details for a shoot.

Showing up to the set gave him a lot of insight to Jin and Jimin’s experiences, Taehyung making a mental note to check in on them both considering how uptight and brutally honest everyone was.

He truly had a terrible time and was happy that he hadn’t changed his life and body to work toward this. Although, he did accept a few more shoots since Hwasa went through so much to help him.

However, Taehyung did draw the line at a certain point.

“Maybe we can get you a partner shoot with someone. One last project because we call it.”

“Woah, I’m trying to prove myself, not get in trouble. No partners besides my own.”

“I don’t understand you, Tae, but somehow, I respect you.”

What Hwasa didn’t tell him was that she did find him a partner shoot that did follow his rules.

When Taehyung showed up the following week on set looking trim and toned, the last person he expected to see was Park Jimin.

It took everything for him not to run in the other direction, wanting his plan to be a big reveal once his photos were published.

Jimin turns to greet his model counterpart, eyes widening as he immediately recognizes a version of his partner that he’s never seen before.

“T-Tae…”

“Minnie, I can explain.”

“You better fucking explain! What did you do to yourself? Did you hurt yourself? Why-“

“Jimin-ah, please, let’s talk in private.”

After explaining his entire plan and the fact that it wasn’t permanent, Taehyung saw the relief form on Jimin’s face.

Showering him in kisses and gentle touches, Jimin explained how scared he was that Taehyung did something dangerous and how happy he was to know that his soft and warm Tae was still underneath the magic.

They did the shoot together perfectly, chemistry and intimacy flowing naturally between loving partners.

Jimin stole a few shots from his team to take home as proof, changing his tune as soon as they were in the car together.

Taehyung knew he was in for it based on Jimin’s adamance that he told the entire story to their partners that night.

He could barely get the words out before the scolding began, telling him it was a reckless decision for such a silly reason.

Also, Namjoon and Hoseok both lectured him, frustrated and concerned that he would look elsewhere for magic knowing that he had two perfectly capable magic users in the house.

Taehyung reasoned that it would ruin the surprise and used his photos with Jimin as proof, finding that the impressive shots silenced his berating partners who could see the appeal.

What Taehyung had not expected was for his popularity as a model to take off. His shoot with Jimin went viral and he was getting offers for more and more work.

Tae tried so hard not to be smug about it because he knows he's hot shit and in his mind, this was proving to everyone that he could have both - being fat and a top model.

Part of him was discouraged that he couldn’t just be himself though. The only reason he was not on the front page of Vogue as his true self was because the industry decisions makers were cowards.

With Jimin becoming his never ending hypeman, complimenting his modeling but never shutting about how hot he was at his actual size, Taehyung found it easier to continue.

He introduced Namjoon, Hoseok, and Hwasa who were able to maintain his secret charm, allowing him to have the best of both worlds throughout his career.

His partners would admit to having a weird satisfaction watching him grow to his normal size as Taehyung was completely transparent with them on his arrangement now.

However, they weren’t the only ones who couldn’t keep their eyes off Taehyung. He became an enigma of the modeling industry.

The man landing covers and centerfolds with Park Jimin and Kim Seokjin on his arms that also had a cheeseburger and a milkshake for lunch on set while the other models ate their salads and drank their green juice.

Taehyung never told anyone aside from his loving partners and closest friend ever learned of his perfectly enchanted weight - the key to his happiness and success.

And maybe his happiness grew a little more knowing that Taehyung had convinced Jin and Jimin to loosen up and relax, maybe sharing the love of his little charm and big appetite with his partners over the years.

No one had to know that the most successful trio of models in Korea looked much softer behind closed doors.

#soft bellied tannies #chubby bts #bts weight gain #chubby taehyung #Hwasa cameo #sbt chubtober #bts supernatural au #implied chubby jimin #implied chubby Jin

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Rheese + Sarah pregnant and they're trying to keep it a secret but it accidently gets revealed in the middle of the ED

So this was supposed to be the first prompt in my 25 Advent Writing challenge. But I'm writing the first four or five days early because I think I'll be house-sitting for someone and won't have my computer with me. Just my iPad and phone so I won't be able to format things like I want. And so I wrote this and now I'm chomping at the bit, so excited in my seat to share it. So it's coming out early. Hope you don't mind @girlinlotsoffandoms! If you want you can send in another prompt. This is also slightly different than what you probably had in mind, but when this popped into my ask box, this is all I thought about. Well, this and a slight scene in my amnesia au. But ultimately, I went with my Voight Family Values au because my brain went to pain and angst. And this what if this takes place in Chapter 4 of Hold On, I Still Want You (Rating E, Minors DNI) and where this little drabble is set is below the read more if you're interested where this fits. Also TW: for inaccurate depictions of medical situations and a miscarriage that does not happen, but still thought I should put a warning here.

"Connor, there's something else... It doesn't have to do with her wounds exactly, but..." Then Ava bit her lip as she trailed off. Hesitating before she handed him the iPad with Sarah's blood panels that were taken when she arrived in the ED pulled up.

"Her HBC levels are slightly elevated. And we both know what that means..."

"Sarah's pregnant?" Connor questioned, softly. His hand reached up as if to trace the proof that told him his lover was pregnant. Ava nodded, continuing to explain. "By my estimation with how elevated her levels are..."

"She's at least seven weeks along." He said slowly, doing his own math in his head before he handed the tablet back to Ava and ran his hands through his hair. The silence that filled the space was deafening because this was not how he was supposed to find out he was going to be a father.

With her in a hospital bed, a gunshot wound to the neck. She didn't even tell him. Instead, he had to learn this from Ava and a blood panel. Would she have even told him? Is this why she was acting weird yesterday and the day before? Did she know then? Was she trying to work up the courage to tell him then?

Ava nodded at his words. Then the female surgeon said quietly, "I know this isn't my business, but I'm assuming with how I found you and her two months ago, that the baby is yours-"

The baby had to be his. Sarah spent five nights out of the week with him, at his place. So he nodded and the blonde continued. "And that's the only reason I'm telling you anything about this and working this loophole with patient confidentiality. Because as soon as I knew about the pregnancy, I did an ultrasound. With the amount of blood lost and trauma, her body has gone through..."

Connor felt everything in his body seize and stiffen in the chair he was sitting in. Because he had heard the speech before. He had made it himself before. He had only just found out about this baby and now Ava was telling him he could potentially lose his lover and his baby both? His partner at work must've read his body language or seen the alarmed look on his face because she was quick to hold up her hands.

"They're both fine. Like I said before, it's almost like she had a shield in front of her because Sarah and your baby both are going to be okay." Ava reassured him. Instantly he could breathe again.

“Thank you,” Connor exhaled audibly and said in a sincere tone, “I know you really don’t care for trauma. But you helped her when I couldn’t.”

The blonde smirked at him, “We both know that you would’ve. If I hadn’t been there. Or at least tried.”

It was after Ava left that Connor perched himself on Sarah's hospital bed. He ran a hand down her face in a gentle caress. Then his hand drifted down to her stomach to cradle their baby. Their baby. He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Did you know baby? Were you nervous to tell me? Is that why you were acting weird these last few days?" He whispered in a soft, tender voice, "Or was it something else and you didn't even know yet?"

OB wasn't his specialty and he only handled a pregnancy if it came along with a trauma or it was another emergency situation. So he couldn't remember if the symptoms started this early in the pregnancy. "Are you waking up to a surprise too, baby?"

Another soft kiss was pressed to her forehead. "Either way, you don't have to worry Sarah. I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

He was texting Lindsay about her transfer when Ava walked into the room. “I’ve been in contact with Detective Lindsay.” At Connor’s look of confusion, the blonde woman continued, “She’s Sarah's emergency contact. She also has medical power of attorney. She has told me, I can share information with you about Sarah’s case.” “So how bad was it?” He asked, seeing her face and bracing for the worst. But to his relief, his partner in the field of sorts, held up her hands with the beginnings of a smile on her face. “She did really well, all things considered. We had to give her three more units of blood and one plasma. She got lucky, with the way the bullets went in, she might’ve been paralyzed or it could’ve hit her esophagus. We pulled out two bullets, but they never perforated her spine or went through her esophagus. It’s almost as if she had a shield in front of her.” Connor sighed heavily in relief and turned back to look at his lover. Though she was still pale, a little color had returned to her so her skin no longer looked translucent. She wore a neck brace, but that was just so she didn’t move her neck in her sleep if she became restless. Then his trauma surgeon's brain caught something. Last time he saw Sarah she was bagged and being attached to a ventilator. But now… He turned back to Ava, “You extubated her. She’s breathing on her own.” “I took a chance in recovery. She passed the breathing tests with flying colors, was protecting her airway, and her oxygen levels and CO2 stats were good so I took her breathing tube out.” The blonde explained with a shrug.

#one chicago #Chicago Med #Rheese #Sarah Reese #Connor Rhodes #my writing #Voight Family Values au

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