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tera-91 · 11 months ago

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Mid-April thoughts

I didn’t mean to take a pause in posting. My thoughts have been a jumble lately.

My pup will need to have surgery so ive been working extra hours so that I can work less during the healing process. It sucks but I would rather go through with it now than the little cuddle bug be in discomfort. Poor thing has had some rough luck in the knee genetics department.

I have also been contemplating a job change but I would have to go to school for it. So Ive been dealing with checking out everything that I need to do for that. I think if I can be patient, which for me is kind of difficult, it would be a really good thing cuz I could potentially basically make in a day what I currently do in a week. It would definitely make things easier for me. But I wont be able to complete it for a few years. So I don’t know exactly what to do with my time between now and when I would be able to start taking courses.

Another jumbled thought I have is should I take advantage of the down time to try to pursue some side quests to make a little extra here and there to build it up so that I can quit my job while I go through school. I will have to be a three quarter to full time student while doing it so working and school might be a little bit of a juggling act. Also as bad as it might sound, I would rather do side quests than my actual job. I know that for most jobs dealing with people can be completely unavoided and there are jobs where it can be which would be a plus but I just get drained both mentally and physically dealing with people.

Other things have been good though.

I think I have figured out a way around some issues I was having with my videos. I just need to be able to spend some time to edit those so that I can post them. I have a pretty decent bank of them so I can spend time with my fluff ball to make sure healing goes well.

Writing I think is going good but also having a bit of a block. While I know I said I was probably going to take a break on sanders side stories, I somehow have 3 I’ve been working on. Maybe because I feel like I resonate with Virgil so its easier to write something with him verses starting something else. I can get anywhere from 300-500 words before my brain just halts and I cant figure out where to take it. I have an idea of the beginning but the further into it the murkier it gets and I don’t know where I want to take it. Part of me wants to go a fluff route but also writing is a bit of an emotional outlet for me. So part of me wants to just follow whatever emotion I have going at the time. Whether it be anger, frustration, etc but when I take a step back to review and edit I have hesitations. I know angst is a category and an option to post but at the same time I want what I create to be an escape for someone. Would that be helpful to others to read that or could it not be.

I guess anything could be helpful to anyone. Just a little bit of internal struggle. Maybe that is what is causing the block. Also I think I have a slight hesitation to post anything short after posting 2000-3000+ stories in the past. Even my word salads have been decently long. Also I get easily distracted or something just takes longer than I think it should and I get discouraged.

I hope everyone is having a good April. The weather is finally warming up but I think it has gone a bit too far. Gone from cold straight to HOT. I was hoping to have a little more slightly warm days so that way I could spend some time hanging outside and get back into painting. Or even just to enjoy nature for more than 15, maybe 20 minutes if Im lucky before it gets too hot out there. After I post this I might go try to enjoy as much time I can tolerate in the heat. I got some good nature photos the last time I went outside with my camera. Sometimes I contemplate if I should post them on here or maybe make an Instagram account and post them on there.

#tera-91 #rant #rant post #writing #photography #painting #dog owner #thoughts

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fluffallamaful · 2 years ago

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LLAMA!

Imagine a spell that makes others feel compelled to cuddle. They find you irresistible.

The scene that popped into my head was c!Dream gets free and then cursed by a witch. So now the servers big bad villain is running into people like Sapnap. He expects a fight, Sap promised to destroy him after all. But before he can raise his sword or shield Sap is on him, attacking all of his worst spots. But Sap is confused too, he was HUNTING Dream but one look has him wanting to wreck him like the good ole days.

And an irl scenario like Punz and Foolish keep tickling Sap and can't figure out why. They don't know why but they just HAVE to. And they go on an adventure to break the spell, trying to resist tickling Sap to oblivion in the process.

It is i the much fearsome ꒰｡•`ｪ´•｡꒱ @azuregiggles

AZURE fzyxyshs wait what the heck this is so cute???? 😭😭 a spell that makes those around someone feel so incredibly ler? like they just need to hug and tickle and hear the cursed one giggle AHHH

(DISCUSSION BELOW)

🦙🦙🦙…

i LOVE the cdream and csap example what the heck 😭 like dream and sap both expecting to fight but sap just feels the urge to tackle him mid duel? and at first he thinks it’s just him feeling confident, like he trusts himself while fighting to not make that many rash decisions. except that once he tackles dream he just simply cannot let go?? nor can he fight the urge to squeeze into the few ribs that he still remembers make dream go absolutely crazy…

and sure enough dream breaks into surprised cackles, kicking and twisting on the floor in the arms of his opponent? he screams out what the fuck sapnap is doing but much to his confusion,, sapnap is equally as confused?? he’s claiming that he can’t stop and then gets the giggles himself (mainly at the absurdity but i feel like the spell would also enforce some kind of giddiness to overcome them as well). so they’re both just giggling and confused 😭

and the irl version as well!!! kinda seems like they’ve already got that spell? 🤨 sapnap just always seems to cop a little tickle hehe. but yes, once again the idea of them just being unable to stop cuddling him and digging into all the spots that make him giggle. without an explanation other than “they can’t control it!!” i’m sure he’d just think they were kidding 😂

AND THEN THE QUEST THAT COMES OHT OF IT??? like them having to go venture off together but needing to stay a certain radius away from each other?? like they can’t get to close or the curse would kick in?? also also!! for minecraft,,, woukd the mobs be affected by the curse as well?? would sap have to be protecting dream would constant zombie tickle attacks??? AHHHHHHHH MY BRAINNNB

🦙🦙🦙…

#llamas concepts #llama asks #azuregiggles #AZURE MY BRAIN #lee!dream #lee!sapnap #ler!sapnap #ler!foolish #ler!punz

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solarwonux · 4 years ago

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6. “Feel free to admire me.”

19. “Give me a kiss please.”

non!idol taehyung x f!reader

warnings: angst if you squint, slight mentions of going crazy, a teeny tiny bit suggestive, minimal editing,

note: helloooo, thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy this one, and if it’s bad I apologize from the bottom of my heart, it’s my first time writing anything but academic papers in like 3 months. And it’s my first time writing for bts, so i’m dusting off the cobwebs. Either way thank you for reading it means the world to me.xx

masterlist || drabble game

You were acting strange

Taehyung noted as he watched you scramble around the apartment, running a frustrated hand through your hair, mumbling underneath your breath as you tore the apartment apart looking for your glasses.

You had been doing that a lot. Living up in the clouds, distracted. Your mind racing to the point you would forget what you were saying mid-sentence or misplacing things you had just been using in obvious places. He knew something was bothering you, keeping you from grounding yourself back down to Earth, and he so badly wanted to know. But after almost being together for almost a decade he knew that asking you what was happening would only frustrate you and keep you from coming back down to Earth. To him.

So he sat back, a small smiling forming against his face. He cradled his almost empty wine glass between his index and middle fingers, the setting sun reflecting off your glasses on the coffee table. The same place you had left them earlier before walking to the bathroom to wash your face. He could tell you, to stop your endless pacing and ease your mind a little. But he was oddly amused as you made your way around the living room, retracing your steps, endlessly.

The movie the two of you had been watching, paused. The wine bottle you had refused to share with him was reaching its wilts end as he kept refilling it every time you sat down next to him silently looking around for a few minutes and then getting up again to make your way around the living for the umpteenth time.

“I’m going crazy Tae.” You blew out a raspberry, blowing away the few strands of hair that had escaped your ponytail. “How can my glasses just disappear, I was literally just wearing them.” You threw your hands up in the air as you made your way into the kitchen. Lifting up the stacks of manila folders you had brought home from work to peacefully look over throughout the long weekend.

“Have you checked the bathroom?” He said, hiding his smirk behind his glass of wine taking the last sip. You scoffed, throwing your arms up in the air before walking down the hallway to the bathroom.

Taehyung shook his head reaching for the wine bottle on the coffee table. “Your eyesight isn’t even that bad, you don’t need your glasses to watch the movie.” He said emptying the rest of the wine into his glass and sat back on the couch, tilting his head to the side as you stomped your way back into the living room.

You gave him a pointed look before rounding the corner of the couch and sitting down next to him again. “Babe, I’m sorry.” You exclaimed dramatically, hiding your face into the side of his body, making him laugh softly. “I’m going insane and now you’re stuck with me till death do us apart.” You whined, huffing out a loud sigh. His soft boyish laugh ringing in your ears. The slight irritation you had gained during your impossible quest, bubbling in the pit of your stomach.

“Sounds like a dream.” The sarcasm burning brightly in his vocal chord and you could almost feel him rolling his eyes. “Now, give me a kiss please.” He placed his fingers underneath your chin lifting your face up gently as he puckered his lips drastically.

Annoyed you pushed his face away, crossing your arms in front of you and pouting your lips. Mock hurt evident in his features. “You don’t deserve one all you did was watch me as I slowly lost my mind.”

“I can’t admire my beautiful wife now?”

“I mean...feel free to admire me, but not when I’m one step away from being admitted into a psych ward.” You leaned over, taking his wine glass out of his hand, bringing it up to your lips. A drink is what you needed. A small sip to calm down your racing thoughts, before you got up to look for your glasses again.

You threw your head back, waiting for the red liquid to reach your lips, savoring the taste before it even reached your mouth or your taste. And when it did, when it coated your lips enough for a drop to enter your mouth, your eyes grew wide in panic, remembering why you had been refused to drink with Taehyung tonight and why you had been so up in your head lately.

Taehyung watched as the scene unfolds in front of him. Instantly he had felt your rush of panic and his worries got the best of him. Acting on his fight or flight instincts he immediately took the glass from your hand, setting it down on the coffee table next to your forgotten glasses. “What’s wrong? I didn’t want to ask, but now you’re worrying me.” He placed his hands on your shoulders shaking you slightly, bringing you back to him.

Your eyes were glossy and distant as you breathed out a sigh looking into his eyes for a slight second before planting your gaze on the beige throw pillow you had been hugging earlier. It had helped ease your nerves before and now with Taeyhyungs piercing stare, burning holes into the top of your head. It was failing to do what you had wanted it to do. Comfort you.“I don’t know if I’m ready to tell you.” You whispered, playing with the little tassel on one of the four ends. “I mean I want to tell you, but I don’t know why I am so scared.”

“Is it something bad?” He said carefully. He could feel the air getting caught in the back of his throat as he tried to keep himself from thinking of every possible scenario, good or bad, to have you acting the way you were.

You lifted your head, chewing on your bottom lip. “It depends.” You shrugged slightly avoiding his eyes and settling upon the tv screen. The paused movie nowhere to be seen as it was now asking you if you wanted to keep watching.

“Depends on what? You’re scaring me.” The softens of his voice faltering as his grip on your arms got tighter, trying to keep himself from breaking down.

“On your reaction. I thought I would have more time to come to terms with it but I don’t think I can hold it in any longer,” you said in a haste. Your words combining with one another as Taehyung tried to keep up with your fever.

“Just say it...please. I can feel my heart trying to leave my body.”

“Taehyung,” you took a deep breath, digging your nails into the pillow, and turned to face the only man you had ever loved. “I’m pregnant.” You whispered with wide eyes. Maybe you weren’t going crazy but after finding out three weeks ago that you were with child, the thought of telling your husband the news was driving you to the point of no return.

It wasn’t like you and Taehyung didn’t want kids, the two of you had been trying for more than a year with little to no success. But the second you saw the little positive symbol on the pink and white stick, you couldn’t believe it. So you took another and another and another until you had about ten positive pregnancy tests staring back at you, mocking you. All you could do was cry.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with tears as he threw the pillow you were holding to the side and hugged you tightly. He buried his face into the crock of your neck leaving behind a trail of loving kissing trying to comfort your shaking form.

His biggest wish had finally come true.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier you big idiot?” He raised his head. His hands trailed up your spine until they reached your head. His thumbs swiping underneath your eyes taking your falling tears with him. “Why were you scared?”

“I just...it finally happened and I couldn’t believe it. I thought that if I said it outloud I would wake up from a dream or something.” You hiccuped.

Taehyung shook his head in disbelief a slight chuckle falling out of his lips as he leaned over and kissed your cheek. “That head of yours is your biggest enemy. No wonder you were in such a dreamlike daze the last two weeks.”

“Are you happy?” You pouted slightly, holding his arms gently, scared he would let you go.

“I’m more than happy, I’m so excited. I could literally run down the street naked, waking up the whole neighborhood, risking a public offense violation, just to let the whole world know that I am finally going to be a dad”

You laughed, throwing your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. “I’m starting to regret ever saying anything, I should’ve just kept it a secret for the next eight months.”

“Hmm, and here I was thinking that I should probably tell you where you left your glasses. Now I think I’m going to keep it a secret for the next eight months.” Teahyung stuck out his tongue at you before settling into the couch and bringing you along with him, making you whine in annoyance.

“I knew you knew where they were.” You grumbled crossing your arms in front of your chest. “I’ll let you decide on the first letter of your childs name if you tell me.” You sang, poking his side gently, making him yelp out in pain.

He turned to you, pouting, rubbing his side in pain, “first letter and their first outfit when we leave the hospital.” He challenged, sticking his hand out for you to shake.

“Kim Taehyung, it looks like you got yourself a solid deal.” You said, encasing your hand in his, giving it a firm shake before pulling you into his side. His arm entrapping you to keep you from moving and placed a loving kiss against your forehead.

“You left them on the coffee table.” He pulled away, presenting your clear framed glasses to you. You let out a sigh of relief, quickly grabbing them, slippin them on and cuddling into his side.

“You could’ve told me earlier, I really thought I was losing my mind for a second back there.”

“If I didn’t would I have found out about our lovely baby bean?” He grabbed the remote, pressing the ‘continue watching’ button on the t.v. and unpaused the movie.

“I see your point.” You settled further into the side, finally letting yourself enjoy the movie. Earlier you had been ansty, pushing his hands away as they kept traveling to your lower belly. Though, his intentions were far naughtier then what was playing in your mind. But you were afraid he would finally figure it out.

Five minutes

Five minutes was all it took before Tayhung paused the movie again and sat up in panic. “Oh my god,” He mumbled before turning to face you, eyes wide in horror and shook. “Babe I’m going to be a dad.”

You laughed, squishing his cheeks in between the palm of your hands. “Yeah I know, I thought I made that pretty clear a few minutes ago.” You teased as his eyes raced from your face and down to your midsection.

“I know but I was thinking about how we had sex last night and now I’m scared. Like what if we hurt the baby, what if I hurt the baby.”

“I don’t think that’s possible. You’re fine Tae, just play the movie.” You patted his cheeks lightly before getting up and walking into the kitchen, “do you want popcorn?”

He stood up and quickly made his way to the kitchen, leaning his forearms against the counter, watching as you placed the bag of popcorn into the microwave. “How can you be so calm about this, how do we know the babies okay? We need to call the doctor now and book an appointment.”

“Stop worrying, I’m sure baby is fine, but you can ask the doctor in a week during my first ultrasound.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive, now do you want popcorn or not?”

“That’s a stupid question, I always want popcorn.”

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 4 years ago

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As a big sucker for tsukki, I shall fulfill that quest

Gimme some spicy fluffy tsukki pwease🥺

Thank you🐭

Ask and you shall receive. 🙈 They’ll be aged up, first years, and going to the same university. Thank you 😊 And yes I know dorms don’t usually have bathrooms of their own, but still. This is written for gender neutral reader with female parts (if that makes sense?), but I can rewrite for a male parts you need. 😊

Tsukishima Kei Headcannons + Drabble

I hope I delivered!

Haikyū!! Masterlist

Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Reader

Warnings: Degradation, mentions of mirror sex, humiliation, dom! Tsukki, sub! reader, Tsukki in grey sweats, that’s it I think...

You and Tsukishima hadn’t really planned on going to the same university together, just coincidence, really

Luckily, neither of officers that patrolled your dorms cared that you two practically lived with one another.

Mainly thanks to you, who had been nothing but kind to them since day one.

But nonetheless, everyone knew the two of you practically lived together.

No one cared though.

The tall, skinny asshole, and the sweet person who’d made friends with the janitors the first day on campus.

It was like you two were living the fanfic romance everyone wanted

Anyways, with practically living together, came with... Ups-and-downs moments.

Tsukishima Kei will not cuddle or even talk to you, until both of your work was completely finished

You refuse to cuddle with him or even talk to him, when he’s being a cold asshole

Neither of you like doing the dishes

Or doing laundry

Living with Tsukki comes with a lot of compromises.

But, you two fell in love for a reason

Whether that reason be because Tsukishima is well acquainted with your body, or because you are one of the few people who can get the Tsukishima Kei to open up.

The past week had been long for you both, but mid-terms were finally over.

Tsukki wasn’t one for parties, so you both ended up laying in his bed in his dorm to relax.

Neither of you had any plans for the break that followed your midterms, both of you just wanting to relax.

Well, more Tsukishima wanting to relax and you wanting to get away from the university

Which led to your current situation

“Tsukki, c’mon baby,” the pout on your face makes Tsukishima’s frown worsen. “I mean, it’ll be fun to go back home for a bit. We could even drop in and visit some of your old teammates.”

“Why would I ever want to see those idiots?” With a roll of his honey-brown eyes, he flips the page of his book, turning his gaze away from you once again. “Plus, can’t we have fun, without having to see our families?”

At this point, you were giving up and ready to drive yourself down to Miyagi, with or without your boyfriend. You sit up from his bed and swing your legs over the side, “Fine then, I’ll—”

“Is it really that important to you,” you stop at the sound of Kei shutting his book, allowing him to wrap long arms around you and pull you into his chest. Pressing his lips to the bare skin of your collarbone, he brings you in between his currently spread legs. His large hands fall to your thighs, spreading them open for him as he finishes his question, “ — that we go and visit our home town?”

You swallow slowly as large thumbs begin rubbing circles on your inner thighs, slowly moving high on your thighs. Unluckily for you, you found pants extremely uncomfortable to wear in bed, and thus, you usually shed them before crawling in bed to cuddle. With you back pressed firmly against his front, your ass was pressed against the bulge growing in his grey sweatpants. As his teeth brush against the sensitive skin of your neck, you squirm.

“I asked you a question, pipsqueak.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he bring one hand from your thigh to grip your chin. He then forces your head up so your staring at the reflection of you and your boyfriend on his bed.

The mirror that Tsukishima had set up for this exact person. To force you to see what your boyfriend could reduce you to, after you’d been particularly bratty towards him, one day, mouthing off left and right. “I expect an answer, when I ask you a question.”

“Yes, Kei... But...?” You don’t know what you were attempting to say, but you knew you wanted him do actually do something.

He chuckles, a dark tone surrounding his voice, “Aww, what? Is my pitiful baby needy for their boyfriend to touch them? Is my pretty little slut needy for my cock?”

You’re squirming in his lap, hands reaching for him, letting out a whine, though as his grip on your jaw tightens, you manage a breathy ‘yes.’ Only Tsukishima could get you so breathless and needy so quickly. And it didn’t help that it had been a while since either of you had been able to take advantage of your free time, like this.

“How pathetic. I’ve hardly even touched you... But I suppose since you’ve been good for me so far,” Kei cooes into your ear, “I’ll treat my pretty little slut. I hope you’re ready to take me. Gonna take me like a good baby?”

You nod eagerly, making your boyfriend smirk at you through the mirror. Slipping long fingers into your underwear, he doesn’t hesitate to sink his middle and ring finger into you. He easily angles his nimble to hit that spot inside you that makes your toes curls, his palm bumping against your clit with ever thrust of his two fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand occupies your mouth, letting the pads of his index and ring fingers rest on your tongue, silencing your moans.

Your eyes nearly roll into the back of your head as he works his fingers in and out of you, soon enough adding a third finger to the fray, stretching you in attempt to prepare you for his cock.

Saliva begins to pool in your mouth, coating Kei’s fingers and dripping down your your chin, Kei’s fingers making it impossible for you to swallow. “Such a messy thing, aren’t you? Drooling everywhere... Not to mention that you’re fucking dripping everywhere.” You let out a weak moan at his words, fingers coming to grip his wrist as that familiar knot begins to form in your stomach. “Aww, you clenched around my fingers. Does my nasty baby like being humiliated?”

You aren’t able to respond to him with his fingers in your mouth, but even if his fingers weren’t filling your mouth, you weren’t in any position to speak, mind filled with chasing the high. The high that was stolen from you when Tsukishima suddenly removes his fingers from you. Ignoring your whining, he brings his fingers to his lips to obscenely lick your juices from his fingers.

“All fours. Now.”

...

It’s an hour later when Tsukki decided that you’re fucked out enough for his taste, lifting you into his arms and walking you into the bathroom. Despite his harsh touch and words with you, in bed, now, his touch was now extremely gentle.

He sets you up on the counter, stepping away from you to start the bathtub, returning to you with a cool wet rag. First, he’s gently wiping down your face with the rag, then tracing it down to gently clean your legs, inner thighs, and folds with the rag. After that, he tosses it away and turns off the running faucet, gently lowering you into the bathtub, then slipping in behind you.

Kei tucks his face into your neck, softly kissing over some of the dark marks in his wake. “If you really want to travel, then we can. Just so long as you keep smiling for me, alright, pipsqueak.”

Relaxing into his embrace, you smile and turn your head to kiss his cheek, moving your hand to lace your fingers with his. “I love you, Kei.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” You squeeze his hand, watching as he picks his head up to look at you, an uncharacteristic, soft smile taking over his lips.

#saffron answers #🤍.works #🤍.anons #🤍.suna #🐭.anon #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima smut #tsukishima kei #tsukki in grey sweatpants #tsukishima x reader

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elvish-sky · 4 years ago

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Beloved {Thorin x Reader}

A.N: I will 100% do a part 2 to this if anyone wants it. (And I know Arien is the name of the sun in Middle-Earth but I absolutely adore the name so..) Actually- I’ll probably do it if no one wants it, the name Arien cannot be used in just one fic. (Although if I end up doing a post BOTFA fix-it guess who might make an appearance?) Anyways, love this fic, love this request, really hope y’all like it and please let me know what you think!

Requested by @shy-basementchild on Tumblr: Hello! I am so happy your requests are open! 🥺I love your stories, the Fili peppermint made me buy like 2 peppermint mocha drinks hahaha! But I was wondering if maybe I can request a little bit of a wholesome story where the human f!reader(who is a love interest to thorin) and the company come across a human baby during their journey to erebor and they all take turns taking care of it (which make thorin love the reader even more) and at the end of the whole quest, (no one dies. 😐) the human baby is adopted by thorin and the reader and they have another child naturally and they all just cuddle in front of the fire (maybe the human child asks for a puppy too? Haha!) I just need something cuddly, if that's ok? Haha!

Word Count: 985

Pairings: Thorin x Reader, Thorin and Reader with a Baby

Summary: You find a baby abandoned in the forest while on the Quest for Erebor.

Warnings: Fluff, Abandonment, A Baby

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Beloved

You halted in the middle of the path, head cocked, listening. “Oof!” Something crashed into you. “Y/N? Why did you sto-” The glare on your face silenced Kili mid-sentence. Still listening, you started to walk off the trail into the forest of pines. You were abruptly stopped by an arm flung out in front of you. Brushing past Thorin, you continued, showing no reaction to his sudden sputtering at your ignorance of him.

Creeping through the towering trees, feet making no sound on the ground padded with pine needles, you hear the sound again. It sounded like crying. Peeling back the branches of a bush, your eyes settle on a baby. Lying there, swaddled in a tattered brown blanket with it’s little toes peeking out, you could understand why it was crying. Upon seeing your face it hiccuped into silence and stared up at you, blinking with its mouth slightly parted.

“There’s a baby in the bushes.” Kili peered at it around you, looking shocked. “Y/N, what are we going to do? There’s a baby. In the bushes! Babies do not belong in bushes!” You laughed at him as Fili shoved him in exasperation.

Bending down, you picked the baby up, marvelling at its weight. Despite the fact that it had been abandoned in a forest, it was still in decent health. “There, there,” you cooed as the eyes of the child locked with your own. “It’s going to be all right, you’re safe with us now.” Humming a lullaby you remembered, you made your way back to the company with Fili and Kili, still dumbstruck, following behind you.

Emerging from the trees, you met the glare of your betrothed steadily. “Y/N.” You saw Thorin’s eyes register the bundle in your arms. “What is that?” You angled your arms so that he could see the calm face of the child. His eyes widened in shock. “That’s a baby.”

“I know that. KIli has already pointed it out several times.” You were completely deadpan, hiding an internal chuckle at the blush on the face of the young dwarf.

“In my defense, babies do not belong in bushes.”

“So you’ve said. Many times.” Fili gave his brother a good naturned shove.

Thorin shook his head in exasperation. “We cannot keep the baby, we’ll need to stop at the next settlement.”

At this you stiffened. “Why? We are perfectly capable of caring for this child!”

“Y/N, it is just not practical. We do not have the resources, and we are on a dangerous quest. This is no place for a baby.”

“I do not give a damn about practicality! We cannot just cast this child off at the next town. We are keeping it.” With that you began moving, leaving thirteen dumbstruck dwarves and a hobbit in your wake. You tried to hide a wince as the baby tugged on your courting braid, keeping your back straight, signifying your anger.

Later that night, you sat by the fire as Bombur stirred a pot suspended above. The scent of stew was wafting through the air on the smoke you could see spiraling up into the starry sky. Inhaling the delicious smell, you heard your stomach growl as you bounced the babbling child on your knee. She looked to be around six or seven months old- her family had probably tried their best to care for her, but given up.

You felt the balance of the log shift as someone sat next to you. “I am sorry for earlier.” Your head jerked up at that- Thorin rarely apologized, even to you. He kept speaking. “I can see how much this child already means to you, so we will do as much as possible to help it.”

You finally looked at him. The sincerity on his face was plain to see. “Thank you, my love. Would you like to hold her?” He started at that, and you giggled at the intense look of concentration on his face as you passed her over.

“Don’t laugh. I haven’t held a child since Kili- I’m out of practice!” He started bouncing the baby like you had been, remembering how he had helped his sister with his nephews.

“I do have one question, though. Why do you care so much about this baby?” He was looking intently at you.

“I was abandoned as a baby.” You heard his sharp intake of breath, but continued. “My birth parents left me, an eight-month-old, on the doorstep of a house in the north. I do not know who they were, but my adoptive parents took me in and cared for me.”

“Oh, amrâlimê.” His eyes were sad. “I’m so sorry. Why did I not know this?”

“It’s not something I usually tell people.”

“Well, I’m glad you told me.”

You smiled at him, and rested your head on his shoulder, gazing down at the now sleeping child in his arms.

“What have you been calling her?” You felt the reverberations of his deep voice.

“I’ve just been calling her the baby.”

“That won’t do.” Looking at his face, you saw a spark in his eyes. “How about…”

Thorin tapped his foot, deep in thought. “Arien. It means beloved in a language of man. It’s also a name given to the sun.”

“I love it.” You kissed his cheek.

“And I love you.” He tilted your head to kiss you, this time on the mouth. Breaking the kiss, you laid your head back on his shoulder, contentedly listening to Arien’s soft breathing, in time with the deeper breaths from the dwarf at your side. You loved the child already, and looked forward to watching her grow up as you knew that neither you, or Thorin, would ever willingly give her up. You sat there with your two beloveds, looking forward to the future without fear for the first time. Because how could it be bad if Thorin and Arien were at your side?

Everything tag 💖: @entishramblings @itgetsatadhazy @boyruins @anjhope1

Thorin tag 💞: @lathalea

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years ago

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Shirtsleeves ~ Enoch O'Connor (part 2)(final)

A/n: @nektotersh here's the last part! Hope you so enjoy

Word Count: 3200+

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Y/n kind of expected things to get weird again after he and Enoch fell asleep outside together and woke up cuddling. But they didn't. Instead, Enoch seemed to hover around him more. He was more talkative and easily distracted by Y/n, even if he was trying to focus on something that had always easily held his attention, like his dolls.

Enoch would be mid-insertion when he'd spot Y/n staring at him, watching with fascination. He would stop altogether and just stare at Y/n. Y/n would look up eventually and blush. "Sorry, am I bothering you with my staring?"

"No," Enoch would reassure. Then he'd go back to the doll without further explanation, but it seemed he was fighting off a smile for... some reason.

It was weird and new and... kind of wonderful. On top of the sudden change in how Enoch treated Y/n, he also began to show up more and more into Y/n's room and in the morning they'd wake up cuddling or at least with Enoch's face pressed into the side of Y/n's arm. It was then Enoch began to steal Y/n's shirts that Y/n started to not be able to handle it anymore.

One day Enoch just came to breakfast in one of the shirts Jake had gotten Y/n during his quest to return to them. When he sat down next to Y/n and smiled at him, Y/n nearly choked. His face was so red it looked like he was about to explode, and his mouth kept moving but noise refused to come out. Any noise at all. He just looked at his food for a second before he felt eyes on him and he looked up to see Bronwyn and Emma smirking at him. Y/n ducked his head and began shoveling food as fast as he could, booking it the second his plate was clean. He grabbed his plate once he was done and raced to the kitchen to clean it off and then outside o catch some air- he was in such a rush he forgot to ask to be excused, but Miss Peregrine hadn't seemed to even think about stopping him.

What was going on?!

He felt trapped again like he had in those spaces of darkness, trying to get to Miss Peregrine's Loop before he died. Racing against time and becoming more and more reckless and praying that he was lucky enough to get away with it. But now he felt trapped not by shadows and walls that locked him in his bad decisions - even if they payed off in the end - but by his emotions. His stupid heart which yearned and twisted and begged and demanded. This felt like so much more than friendship. It almost felt like Enoch was... flirting.

But that was impossible! Enoch had made it very clear that he didn't feel that way about Y/n. Or, at least, that flirting had made him uncomfortable. Maybe... I mean was it possible that Enoch had stopped him not because he wasn't interested, but because he was interested and didn't know how to handle it? The fact that he, a guy, liked and wanted to be with another guy, when he grew up in a time where that was not in any way okay?

Oh god he was doing it again.

Enoch didn't feel that way about him. He needed to get over these emotions or they were going to actually destroy him. Pain like the kind heart break wracked on someone so young and impressionable was not worth it. Worth the split second moments of happiness when he almost had what he so wanted just within his grasp, but could never act on it or grasp it firmly because if he did then Enoch would shake him out of his fantasy, and then hurt like no other would be all he was left with. He had spent far too long ruining friendships with his feelings to do it again with Enoch. The only best friend he had ever had.

No, there HAD to be an explanation for this. Y/n could not get his heart broken again. He couldn't lose Enoch's friendship. It wasn't an option. So instead of jumping to conclusions that would lead to delusions and ruin everything, Y/n had to figure out why Enoch was actually doing this?

Maybe this was how Enoch expressed friendship. He'd been closed up in the past, only now really opening up and relaxing. Sine becoming friends with Y/n, Enoch had gotten better and better at being social and all around pleasant to be around, even if he still was quiet and reserved and Y/n had to give him warning looks when he went to do something that wasn't ideal. Like messing with Victor. Or Jake. The harmless, safe pranks had helped him blow off steam without scarring the other children and getting into real trouble. Everyone had appreciated them, even if it meant they usually ended up messy before the sun had even begun to go down. Enoch and Y/n had never really had really close friends before, and both of them were really bad with people. Maybe this is what Enoch did when all his guard was down. I mean, Y/n's bed was a little bigger and Enoch seemed to take comfort in being around him, even if he liked to be alone when it came to the others. And his t-shirts were more comfortable than the clothes Enoch was used to wearing. More breathable and easier to put on. Maybe Enoch had seen Jake and Y/n "sharing" shirts since some of them were the same and they were all from the same places, and had assumed that was another thing friends did. Share shirts. You know what that actually made sense. If Jake and Y/n did it, why couldn't Enoch? He'd never been one to ask permission after all. Maybe he hadn't thought about the message it would accidentally send.

Just friends. They were just friends.

"You okay?" Y/n turned around to the sound of Enoch's voice. At first Y/n had only been fixated on the fact that Enoch was wearing his shirt. He had not, until now, realized how very good Enoch looked in it.

The boy swallowed, trying to keep himself under control. "Yeah." His voice sounded steady enough, even as he had to wet his lips to keep his mouth from going totally dry. "Sorry I had a kind of rough night," he lied. "Needed some fresh air."

Enoch nodded slowly. "Have I done anything to... bother you?"

"Bother me? How could you ever do that now?" Y/n chuckled, brushing it off. "No Enoch you didn't bother me at all. You don't, ever." He didn't want to lose Enoch to his emotions. He didn't want Enoch to withdraw and close up again. He was happy that Enoch finally felt comfortable enough to be acting like this. Taking liberties. He had smiled at breakfast. Enoch NEVER smiled around the others. This was really great! He was happy. Y/n should be too.

"Okay." Enoch's voice was soft. He seemed unsure. Hesitant.

Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Are you okay?" His question was a soft prodding. Concerned.

Enoch scoffed in amusement. "I'm always okay."

It was then that Y/n realized just how different Enoch was from when they first met. His hair was a little messier. His shoulders were relaxed. He seemed more shy than that he hated being around other people. Nervous, instead of irritated. It was adorable. Stop it, he chided himself. "So, what do you wanna do today? The usual?"

Enoch seemed to think for a second. "Yeah," he finally settled on. "Come on, we've got a lot to do." He seemed to pause only a second in hesitation before he looped his arm around Y/n's shoulders. Despite being just a little younger, Enoch was tall enough to pull it off without any issue. When was the last time Enoch had even touched Y/n, let alone like this?

It wasn't until much later that day that something occurred to Y/n to make sense of it all.

"You're acting like Jake."

Enoch almost stabbed himself before putting his tools down, looking like he was a child with his hand caught in the cookie jar as his eyes met Y/n’s. “What do you mean?"

"I was trying to figure out why you've been acting so odd. I mean don't get me wrong I don't mind you sleeping with me or taking my shirts, but you're also touchier and you smile more and it just felt very not-you." Y/n tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "Why are you acting like Jake?"

There was a second of silence as Enoch swallowed, trying to collect his courage. He'd looked at Jake and saw how everyone liked him. How even in the short few days he'd been there, he'd been able to get Emma to like him despite her hate of relationships after Abe had left them. Jake, who had won over each and every person at the house and had saved them all. He'd thought if he was more like Jake, Y/n would maybe like Enoch like Emma liked Jake. "He's... cool." Enoch shrugged, trying not to choke on the words. There was nothing he hated more than complimenting Jake. This was getting ridiculous.

Y/n looked like Enoch had slapped him. "Enoch what the fuck?" It was the first time Y/n had ever cussed and it made Enoch's eyes go wide. "What is going on with you?" He grabbed Enoch's face, forcing the younger boy to look at him. "You know that you are amazing, right? Just you. You, Enoch O'Connor. YOU are my best friend. YOU are the one who found me and has since learned how to battle my power. You're the one who wakes up at all hours to comfort me when I'm struggling, or who has my back when people press on matters I don't wanna go into. Not Jake. You're enough for me, Enoch. You know that don't you?"

Enoch was knocked breathless. Y/n's expression was intense and insistent, driving home how honest and sincere his words were. Enoch felt them in his core. "Why do you like me? I mean... everyone else hates me. Why don't you?"

Y/n smiled. "You chose me first Enoch. I just chose you back."

Maybe it was the way Y/n was looking at him. Enoch wanted to blame what he did on the feeling of Y/n's hands against his skin. Or maybe that stupid smell that always hovered around Y/n, soothing and familiar and nice. Maybe it was the way that Y/n knew Enoch so well that he had called Enoch out on acting like someone else immediately. Maybe it was that Y/n hated seeing someone else in Enoch's face. That Y/n liked ENOCH, just Enoch, as himself. Maybe it was the pile up of everything that had happened since that very first time they'd met when Enoch had been struck by how pretty Y/n was and how much he wanted to be around the older boy who's rare smile was more beautiful than anything else. Maybe it was how close they were or how warm he felt or the soft feeling of Y/n's shirt that he wore.

Maybe it was just that he was in love with Y/n.

Whatever it was, Enoch leaned forward, pressing his lips to Y/n's very quickly and kind of awkwardly. He didn't know what he was doing and panicked directly after the millisecond moment had passed. But Y/n was pulling him back before he could go too far and kissing him back. Enoch's head spun and he felt his body lock up.

Y/n leaned back, eyes shut tight. "Wh- you- I'm sorry."

Enoch panicked even more. "No! I kissed you first, I should be the one apologizing."

Y/n ran his hands through his hair and Enoch realized they weren't on his face anymore. His skin felt suddenly cold. "Wh-why did you kiss me?"

"I... don't know." Enoch stepped forward and Y/n stepped back again. Enoch frowned. "Did you... not want me to?"

"Yes," Y/n grunted. "God I wanted you to so much." Y/n rubbed his eyes as Enoch stood there, stunned. Opening his eyes, Y/n looked at Enoch with terror. "Do you like me?"

Taking a second to order his thoughts and swallow the lump in his throat, Enoch was quiet at first. Then he nodded, slowly. "I do. Is that bad? Do you not want me to?"

Y/n looked ready to throw up. "Don't get me wrong, I like you too, I just... I spent my entire life waiting for someone to look at me like you're looking at me right now." Enoch tried to collect himself. He found that the walls he'd so easily hid himself in before had come down for Y/n and he felt exposed. Like he was naked in front of a crowd of strangers. He wasn't sure what to even do from here. "I got rejected... so many times. Got approached by girl after girl and I had to come up with some reason that made sense as to why I didn't want them like that, even when we were really chill with each other. Without telling them that I'm... I'm..." Y/n swallowed. "Gay." His face set and a weight seemed to lift off of him. "I've never said it out loud before."

Enoch gave a small smile. "Honestly, when you first told us that you liked guys I didn't know what to think." Y/n looked at him with wide eyes and he found himself just going off. Once he began he couldn't stop and it all came out at hyper speed. "When I first saw you, I felt... different. Different than I felt with anyone else. I used to have friends in my old town, before I came here. Before I started exploring my talent as you call it." Y/n gave a short laugh and Enoch almost smiled, if he hadn't been too nervous to do so. "I mean, it's been ages but I know generally how friendship works. I think. But you, you changed everything. I remembered thinking you were a girl with short hair at first. Your face was dirty but your eyes were wide and bright and beautiful. I remember feeling breathless and drawn to you. Then you talked and I pushed it all out of my head because you were a boy and boys couldn't be attracted to boys. I'd just thought you were a girl. Obviously." Enoch shook his head. "But then you said... and it didn't go away. It just got worse and worse until I felt like... addicted to you, I don't know." He shifted, obviously awkward about sharing his feelings so plainly.

"I know what you mean." Y/n rubbed the back of his neck. "You know they're never going to let this down if we tell them, right?"

Enoch actually laughed. "They've been telling us for, what, three years now?"

Y/n shrugged. "Something like that." He smiled and Enoch felt warmth bloom in his chest. That smile wavered as Y/n got visibly nervous. "What... what now? I mean, are we...? Are you...?" He blushed furiously, struggling to find the words he wanted to say but had told himself since childhood he would always be denied.

Wringing his wrists, Enoch shrugged. His eyes trained on his feet, suddenly very interested in the grass. "I dont know how to... do this. Not even with a girl, let alone another guy."

Thinking, Y/n went quiet. Enoch finally looked up at the older boy before Y/n spoke again. "What if we just tried things? One thing at a time? I mean, we're already comfortable enough to slip into each other's rooms and you're already stealing my shirts." Y/n smirked and Enoch tugged on the bottom of the shirt he was wearing, blushing almost as much as Y/n had. "Maybe we could..." Y/n shrugged, moving closer. Enoch thought Y/n was going to kiss him again until the older boy reached down, taking Enoch's hand before interlacing their fingers. "Is this okay?"

Y/n's hand was warm just like the rest of him. It was soft too. "That's okay." He spoke quietly, staring at their hands in awe.

Brushing his thumb across Enoch's knuckles, Y/n continued, "And this?"

"That's fine too," Enoch confirmed.

Slowly, Y/n brought the back of Enoch's hand to Y/n's lips. "And that?" Enoch could feel Y/n's lips moving against his skin and it made his stomach twist.

Swallowing again, Enoch tried to collect himself. "I like that."

Y/n grinned. "Okay then. If we want to do something new, make sure the other person is okay with it and then if we're both okay with it, we can add it to the list of things we do."

"That's what boyfriends do?" Y/n's eyes widened a little and Enoch felt his breath stop for just a second. "I-is that okay?" He cleared his throat. "If I call you that?"

A smile slowly grew on Y/n's face. "Yeah. That's okay with me."

For a while, Y/n and Enoch thought that they'd gotten away with keeping their relationship a secret. The girls didn't bother them and even Jake seemed oblivious of it. They started to get bolder, with Enoch resting his head on Y/n's shoulder in front of the others or stealing longer looks at each other when they thought no one else was looking. They sat closer together and Enoch's arm made a home across Y/n's shoulders.

Finally Emma had had enough. "Just because you guys are dating doesn't mean you need to stare at each other that long in front of the rest of us."

Both boys looked away with flaming faces as Claire and Olive cracked up into fits of giggles. Horace rolled his eyes. "Just because you weren't there to witness how affectionate you and Jake were until you got used to each other doesn't mean the rest of us didn't have to deal with it. You have no room to talk." More laughter, this time with Fiona and Bronwyn joining in.

Jake leaned over and kissed Emma's cheek, setting her face matching Enoch and Y/n's. "She hasn't quite gotten used to me yet." He was smirking and Emma shoved him, toppling him over, sending Millard and Hugh laughing as well. Miss Peregrine grinned from the doorway, watching her kids all having a good time.

They deserved it after all they've been through.

No reason to tell Y/n and Enoch that the only reason the others had left the two boys alone was because the second they'd finally gotten together she had taken aside all the other kids and made sure they'd leave the boys alone to figure things out before they got pushed. They both needed time to adjust and find comfort in the relationship before getting called out fully. It was better they thought that they weren’t just obvious... It's not like they weren't.

#enoch oconnor #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc x reader #mphfpc imagine #enoch oconnor x reader #enoch oconnor imagine #miss peregrines home for peculiar children x reader #male reader #miss peregrines home for pecuiar children imagine

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the-mandalorian-clone-lover · 4 years ago

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Soft Oberyn x Reader, He’s reading to you on a warm night, no Ellaria, established relationship with you.

Warning for fluff and that I’ve never seen game of thrones.

Originally written for @sunshinepascal and shared with @dindjarinscape a little later- figured I would officially put it out

(and because I’m trying to block out my neighbors having loud adult time next door)

You've been laying across his lap on the couch for awhile this evening, he started out reading, breathy voice lulling you to comfort alongside the cadence of his heart beat as you leaned against his shoulder. You'd gradually slid further down as he kept on, growing snug in his side embrace and eventually pulling the hand that had rested on your shoulder down to be cradled by your own. He pauses a moment, the book resting on his lap and his opposite hand stopping gently mid air in its quest to turn the page, redirecting itself to brush your hair away from your forehead.

"Are you awake my love?" The question is punctuated by a slight creak from the couch as he leans forward to look at you closer. You nod minutely, not wanting to move, 'I’m here' manages to make its way out of your lips, albeit very quietly (barely audible even in the silence)

He nods in response, the action equally small in comparison to your mumble. You bring his hand to you lips to place a kiss on his knuckles and he lets a pleased hum rumble out from his chest, bringing your joined hands up to his lips to return the token.

"Do you wish me to keep quiet? We may stay here if you like, or there is the bedroom..."

He trails off, growing a little tense at his own suggestion and you shake your head before cuddling closer, wrapping an arm around the leg that cushions your head.

“I like hearing your voice. It's been a long day." He hums again, relaxing once more against the couch before taking up his book again, hand straying from yours to begin stroking your hair softly

He starts reading again, voice rising and falling in a gentle rhythm as each syllable rolls of his tongue softly. His words seem to wrap you up, cradle you to him and press gentle kisses against the parts of your brain that have endured the most severe battering, soothing them in a way only he can. Carefully leading you along the slowly sloping path that leads to slumber, cradled all along the way by the hand that never strays from your hair. Calmly brushing through and tenderly resting against your forehead at the beginning of each stroke his fingers are unrelenting in the most wonderful way, reminding you of his steadfastness, dedication, and love.

He carries on like that indefinitely, the candles burning dangerously low, casting you both in romantically low light that still feels pleasantly warm and agreeable, the shadows long as they stretch across the floor, cradling you both gently in their wings. His fingers pause at your forehead a heartbeat longer than before and the ambiance his reading creates is broken by what sounds suspiciously like a yawn. You turn slightly toward him, looking over your shoulder.

“Are you awake my love?” you parrot to him softly, lips tugging up slightly in a tired smile. 'im here' he whispers back with raised eyebrows, no doubt intentionally slipping his fingers down the slightest bit to rest along your cheek bone.

"I'm awake as long as you are love" you break from the script to tell him, "but there is always the bedroom"

You raise your eyebrows at him teasingly and he mirrors the action (though his is a mite more suggestive as always). He lays the book on a nearby table in favor of hoisting himself off the couch, using both arms to cradle you as he does so, preventing you from rising fully as he lays you back against the cushions. He kneels in front of you then, eyes locking with yours as you lay, still prone on the couch but lifting your head up to hold his gaze.

"I would carry my little flower, then she might rest in my arms a little longer."

You blush at his thoughtfulness. For all his suggestion and prowess when it comes to pleasure he is before everything, a lover of the softest variety, a gentle man, and a high born Lord, and he behaves as such (kindly, with permission, and never beyond what you express a desire for). You reach for him then, flexing your fingers and leaning towards him. Barely a beat passes before he is pulling you close, cradling you in his chest as he slides his hand behind your knees and shoulders. He takes a moment (your faces inches apart) to hold the fabric of your dress between his fingers as they rest next to your bent knees.

"This is lovely. A beautiful reflection of the exquisite woman it adorns"

He places a kiss to the fabric, scooping you up then and beginning to slip from the room as if he hadn't just given you the most wonderful compliment.

You blush into his neck anyway.

#oberyn martell #oberyn x reader #oberyn x you #game of thrones #oberyn x fem!reader

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sheyshen · 4 years ago

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My FanFic compilation

I figured I have written quite a lot over the years and especially this year, that putting together something like this, that has everything I’ve written so far in one place all organized would be a good idea! So please! Enjoy!

There’s quite a lot so they’ll all be listed under the read more, They’re all organized by series (fairy tail, swtor, mass effect, dragon age, greedfall, anthem, and smut fics) as well as by pair with a short description, starting with the first fic I wrote (fairy tail) and the latest (fictober 2020 prompts) :D

Fairy Tail: (Leading off with this because it’s my first ever fic) -Shall We Dance, Pair: Laxus/Lucy: 38 chapters, Finished https://archiveofourown.org/works/4351550/chapters/9870611

Swtor: Main fic: -Breaking the Bad News (aka BTBN), multi-pair, main focus is shan trio: currently 70 chapters, Ongoing. https://archiveofourown.org/works/9340892/chapters/21164699

Side Fics: Kara Hawke’s Backstory(s):

Pre-Class story: -A Smuggler’s Tyr, no pairing, intro to Kara’s first crew: Currently 1 chapter, Complete (Might add more eventually)

During Class Story: -Adventure of a Lifetime, no pairing focus but will mention Darmas, meant to build on what we have of the in game class story: Currently 1 chapter, hiatus (plan to work on more with 2021)

Post Class Story: -Hawke Legacy: While Kara Sleeps, mentioned Theron/Kara, focus’s on Koro delivering the news of Marr’s ship being attacked to Theron. 1 chapter, Complete -Downtime, Theron/Kara, Post arrival on Odessen but prior to chapter 9 on kotfe, 1 chapter, complete -Desert Reunion, Theron/Kara, Introducing Kara’s dad and bringing him into the Alliance, 3 chapters, complete -A Moment, Theron/Kara, but starting to poke at the idea of Arcann being involved, 1 chapter, complete

Prompts: -Fictober 2018, day 1: Can you feel this?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-umbara/pre-copero so theron’s only mentioned -Fictober 2018, day 3: How can I trust you?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-Nathema, and a bit on the trio +kids, dealing with Theron’s return -Fictober 2018, day 5: Take what you need, mentioned Kara/Caleb (her first husband from her original crew), takes place before the class stories, short story about a job she had done -Fictober 2018, day 6: I’ve heard enough, this ends now. Kara/Arcann (sometime pre-nathema so sorry Theron’s not really in this one), bit of covering a reoccuring nightmare Kara had for a few months -Fictober 2018, day 7: No Worries, we still have time, Kara/Arcann/Theron (Arcann’s not present tho, just mentioned), little bit of the pair of workaholics +kids taking a break -Fictober 2018, day 12/13: Who could do this/Try harder next time, Kara/Arcann/Theron & Koren/Trey (Will have this in both pairs), sometime post-nathema probably, little adventure with Kara involving having to save her sons -Prompt: I Care about You, Theron/Kara, little bit of a rebuild of their kotfe reuinion -Prompt: Come Cuddle, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Short fluff story of one of their movie nights with some bad jokes -Promptless idea: Arcann Singing, Kara/Arcann/Theron, I’ve always had this idea that Arcann can sing at least as well as Senya does, so here’s a bit of him singing to kara’s boys, and also kara. -Fictober 2019, day 2: Just Follow me, I know the area, Kara/Arcann mainly, post onslaught so Theron’s involved but just not featured in this prompt. Little bit of a romantic night out. -Fictober 2019, day 3: Now? Now you listen to me?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, follow-up to the fictober 2018 day 6 prompt, and resolution to the chronic nightmares Kara was having -Fictober 2020, day 7: Yes I did, what about it?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, post-nathema, small bit of theron and kara heart to heart about a choice she made (involving Valss because I’m still bitter we didn’t get a save option for him) and both prosthetic users in the trio are sore (maybe there’s a storm moving in) -Fictober 2020, day 15: Not interested, thank you, Kara/Arcann/Theron (Arcann isn’t present for this), one of a handful of reminders that Kara and Theron are parents, connor just really wants to make his lightsaber -Fictober 2020, day 18: You don’t see it?, Kara/Arcann/Theron (post umbara pre Nathema so theron is only mentioned), something of a pep-talk from arcann.

Nora Hawke/Mikael Hawke: -That Time Back When We First Met, backstory on how my sith warrior and pub trooper met before they started their relationship: currently 2 chapters, hiatus (plan to work on more with 2021) -Fictober 2018, day 4: Will that be all?, little bit after they first met, can be considered a continuation chapter... technically

Koren Gates/Trey Hawke: -Fictober 2018, day 2: People Like you have no imagination, Koren/Trey & Shey/Torian (will put it for both pairs), little adventure of my bounty hunter squad +sith BF -Fictober 2018, day 12/13: Who could do this/Try harder next time, Kara/Arcann/Theron & Koren/Trey (Will have this in both pairs), sometime post-nathema probably, little adventure with Kara involving having to save her sons -Fictober 2020, day 13: I missed this, Koren/Trey, bit of fluff between my overly caring hunter who could use a day off and his grump of a sith boyfriend. -Fictober 2020, day 28: Do I have to do everything here?, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Arcann and Koth decide to play a co-op holonet game, with only minor arguing. -Fictober 2020, day 30: Just say it, Kara/Arcann/Theron, Kara gets a little time to herself and the trio’s weekly movie night ends up being a bit more than just the three of them.

Shey Shen/Torian Cadera: -Fictober 2018, day 2: People Like you have no imagination, Koren/Trey & Shey/Torian (will put it for both pairs), little adventure of my bounty hunter squad +sith BF -Prompt: I’m Right Where I Belong, Shey/Torian sometime post kotet, a rare time that I bring up the fact that she has amnesia and still can’t remember anything prior to about 2 years prior to the class stories starting. -Prompt: ... out of habit (kiss), former Shey/Koro mention as well as Shey/Torian, because Koro is a mess and while him and Shey have been divorced for years habits die hard. -Fictober 2020, day 8: I’m not doing that again, Shey/Torian & Kurana/Andronikos (will be under both pairs), Little bit of a fun idea of who would win in a fight, our dear pirate or mando

Kurana Knight/Andronikos Revel: -Prompt: One Falling Asleep with their head in the other’s lap, Kurana/Andronikos, I keep thinking of this prompt now and then because writing Niko being soft for his wife is a lot of fun. -Fictober 2020, day 8: I’m not doing that again, Shey/Torian & Kurana/Andronikos (will be under both pairs), Little bit of a fun idea of who would win in a fight, our dear pirate or mando

Lyra Hawke/Doc: -Fictober 2020, day 1: No, Come Back!, Lyra/Doc, little adventure on an unnamed planet that I honestly love the idea of -Fictober 2020, day 6: That was Impressive, Lyra/Doc, Another little adventure of information gathering featuring Kara’s youngest son, Connor. -Fictober 2020, day 22: And neither should you, Lyra/Doc, little bit of fluff and doc trying to get his wife to take a day off

Ren Hawke/Vinn Atrius: -Fictober 2020, day 9: Will you Look at this?, Ren/Vinn, I need to write more of them outside of btbn so this was a start to hopefully more building on my didn’t plan to ship this as strongly as I ended up doing pair.

Ava Reiner/Jonas Balkar: -Fictober 2020, day 20: Did I ask?, Ava/Jonas, Small job featuring a couple of SIS agents, and including a bounty hunter I got attached to in a hurry.

Kyri Dennan/Arn Peralun: -Fictober 2020, day 21: This, this makes it all worth it, Kyri/Arn, little build up for another pair that I didn’t expect to get attached to, featuring some implant maintanence.

Airi/Theron (one off because disaster spy/spy pairing I had to write at least once): -Admittance, 1 chapter, complete

WoW: Aulara Stormdawn/Kieran Grimmarrow: -Lunar Eclipse, (Technically my first fic but I didn’t post it until after Shall We Dance), A story involving Aulara (an orphaned night elf priestess), Koren Haven (her brother from the orphanage, a human paladin), Kieran (a blood elf noble, hunter who doesn’t have much people skills), and the friends they meet including Rokar an old orc shaman and Sen a orc huntress, that navigates through the warcraft story starting with vanilla wow. Currently 7 chapters, on hiatus but planning on picking it up again in 2021! -Fictober 2020, day 4: That didn’t stop you before, Aulara/Kieran, A quest during Legion and a bit of a flashback from one of their first quests together around when they first started fighting side by side during BC -Fictober 2020, day 25: Sometimes you can even see, Aulara/Kieran, The burning of Teldrassil and Kieran deciding he’s willing to risk everything he’s ever known to be with his wife. Koren is there to give him a hand. -Fictober 2020, day 26: How about you trust me for once?, Aulara/Kieran, early BC before they became a couple, Kieran and Aulara get a moment to talk alone in Nagrand, involves something close to an awkward confession. >:3

Shey Wrynn/Varian Wrynn: -Prompt: Are you testing me?, Shey/Varian, post WoD but pre-Legion, little walk through elwynn turning into an adventure between the king and his wife, Shey is not amused when he charges in head first. -Fictober 2020, day 2: That’s the easy part, Shey/Varian, mid to late WoD, bit of fluff while planning the push towards hellfire citadel, bit of fluff and bit of proposal. >:3 -Fictober 2020, day 10: All I ever wanted, Shey/Varian, post-BFA Pre-Shadowlands, proof I can write at least a little bit angsty, some platonic Shey & Anduin. -Fictober 2020, day 16: I never wanted anything else, Shey/Varian, something short around late Cata early MoP involving Shey having a birthday. -Fictober 2020, day 27: Give me that, Shey/Varian, probably what I consider the most ooc i’ve written him but honestly i had a lot of fun writing them being dorks. -Fictober 2020, day 31: I trust you, Shey/Varian, sometime early Cata soon after they started a relationship. The one and probably only time I’ll ever mention Shey’s old house, and a touch on the fact that i’m 100% certain that Varian would try and sneak out of the city time to time.

Shey & Anduin (platonic, it’s always platonic/familial between them) -Fictober 2020, day 19: I can’t do this anymore, Shey & Anduin, because sometimes a girl just needs to sneak her son out of the city to give him a break and maybe check out a ruin or something.

Shey Wrynn/Aethas Sunreaver: -Prompt: By your side, Shey/Aethas. Post legion, a bit of a moment between them early BFA. I started writing them as a potential pair before settling as friends with benefits that might form into more, so this is a possible hinting at them becoming “more”

Mass Effect: John Shepard/Kaidan Alenko: -Prompt: War’s End Kiss, Shenko, Post ME3 when they’re just a couple of retired old soldiers and John’s slowly recovering from his injuries from the final push. -Fictober 2019, day 4: I know you didn’t ask for this, Shenko, Post ME3, a bit of a heart to heart between them and tending to slowly healing injuries. -Fictober 2020, day 3: You did this?, Shenko, Post ME3, Kaidan runs across some old footage of John over the years from before they met to the reaper war. -Fictober 2020, day 14: You better leave now, Shenko, during ME3, short mission against a hold out of mercs, featuring James. -Fictober 2020, day 24: Are you kidding me?, Shenko, during ME3 probably, featuring Kaidan “my headache doesn’t hurt that bad” Alenko and John “please just take a nap” Shepard. -Fictober 2020, day 29: Back up!, Shenko, during ME3, mission to clear out a cerberus warehouse including some battle flirting and James lending a gun.

Scott Ryder/Gil Brodie: -Fictober 2020, day 12: Watch me, Ryder/Gil, Post main MEA story, something short of Scott looking forward to getting out and exploring while Gil (and eventually Sara) work on the Nomad. (Sara is my pathfinder)

Dragon Age: Garrett Hawke/Fenris: -Dawning, Fenhawke, Short bit of fluff and my firt step into writing dragon age. Late or post DA2.

Lia Hawke/Fenris (a one off when I was debating on canon hawkes & romances for them): -Fictober 2020 day 5: Unacceptable, try again. Fenhawke, little bit of teasing and bad taste in books.

Rana Cousland/Alistair Theirin: -Promptless ramble, Rana/Alistair, Set during DAO with Rana reflecting on those she’s lost, worrying for her brother and realizing just how in love she’s fallen with Alistair. -Fictober 2020, day 23: Do we have to?, Rana/Alistair, set post DAO, pre-DAI, little romantic picnic between the king and queen of ferelden before she heads off on her next mission. (hints at Nathaniel being involved with the both of them.)

Greedfall: Lydia de Sardet/Kurt -Fictober 2020, day 11: I told you so, Lydia/Kurt, short bit trying to get my footing writing these two, Lydia thinks she can still climb trees like she used to as a kid. -Fictober 2020, day 17: Give me a minute or an hour, Lydia/Kurt, short bit, and Kurt not being as subtle about his feelings about Lydia as he probably thinks he has.

Anthem: Raya Auren/Matti (1 of the 3 Matthias Sumner) -Fictober 2019 day 1: It’ll be fun, trust me, Raya/Matti, Bit of an adventure involving Raya taking her favorite arcanist out of fort tarsis to see something very special. (also involving me having no clue how they transport people when there’s only one javelin and winging it)

Smut: (all of them are swtor so far) -A Moment Reprised, Kara/Arcann, takes place post-umbara and pre-nathema, and sometime late in BtBN, no plot. -Moving on, Koren/Trey, takes place right before chap 35 of BtBN, featuring my dorks of a hunter and sith setting in stone they’re serious about each other. no plot -Just a short vacation, Kara/Theron, takes place post-nathema pre-onslaught, A moment in Kara and Theron’s honeymoon at a lovely resort and the closest to taking a day off Theron will ever probably take. No plot -Welcome Home, Kara/Arcann/Theron, unlike the other 3 doesn’t have a specific time that it takes place other than post nathema. No plot

#my writing #this took forever i didn't realize i've written so much over the years #going forward i'm going to just add new ones onto this so they just stay connected without me having to redo this

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make-me-imagine · 5 years ago

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LS 1/2 - Hi! May i have a ship for lotr and merlin? I'm a 24 years old straight girl with long brunette curly hair , brown eyes and pale skin. I'm chubby and curvy in terms of shape ( and i'm insecure of my weight). About my personality i am shy despite of loving people, i'm sensitive and strongly empathetic, i have a very active imagination and i'm very curious ( Before forggeting to mention it , i almost forgot it, i choose prompt 6 for lotr and 20 for Merlin)

Ships are now CLOSED

Hope you like them! :)

Also, yess!! I love Irish/Celtic music too!

LOTR:

I ship you with Aragorn. I think your two personalities are quite similar and I think you two would blend together very well. He would love your empathetic side, as it often made you more observant and caring about people, no matter how shy you were. He also enjoys history, mythology and different forms of music so I think you two would bond over that. He would not care about the shape of your body because he would find you beautiful no matter what, and he loves you for you. Anytime he might notice your insecurities building he will do whatever he can to make you forget about them and feel good in your body, as you should.

Prompt #6: First ‘I love you’

You stared down at the landscape below you, taking in a deep breath of the fresh autumn air. The tall golden grass blowing like waves in an ocean, the distant autumn trees in the distance reflecting the mid-evening light.

Hearing footsteps approach behind, you spoke without looking “I love it up here, I love how different it is every season”

Aragorn stopped beside you, looking down at the scenery as well “Which is your favorite?” he asked simply.

“Spring” you answered easily “When the whole field is covered in wildflowers. But, I have to admit, I do love it like it is now. When is your favorite time to come here Aragorn?”

“Hmm” he hummed as he glanced over at you, admiring your shining features as the sunlight reflected off of your hair. He felt a small tug at his heart before reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “Anytime I am with you” turning he walked over to the rocky cliffs, sitting on a large boulder.

You smiled and playfully rolled your eyes “That’s quite a safe answer”

He smirked “Doesn’t make it any less of a truth”

Walking over to him, he handed you a canteen of water, as you twisted off the cap you eyed him “Can a single person really make that much of a difference to a single place?”

He smiled lightly at the question, watching as you took a drink “Of course it does. Sometimes a home doesn’t feel like a home if you are alone, or someone leaves. Sometimes being out in the wilderness feels safer when you are not alone. And, a peaceful place like this, is all the more peaceful when you are here with someone you love” he spoke smoothly and truthfully.

“Someone you love” you gently repeated, not a question, but your eyes showed curiosity that Aragorn knew was directed at him.

“Yes” he stood, stepping closer to you as he looked down at you, reaching up and tucking yet another strand of hair behind your ear “Someone you love”

“And do you love me Aragorn?” you asked softly

He smiled “Yes, I love you”

You reflected his smile “Good. I love you too”

Merlin:

I ship you with Merlin himself. He would trust you more than anyone, and when you found out about his magic he knew you would not betray his trust.You help him whenever he needs help, and protect his secret. Merlin counts on you being a constant in his life, and anytime he is away from you for too long he feels a sot of home-sickness that only makes him long to be around you even more. Merlin is also very curious about many things, so the two of you end up getting caught up in quite a lot together.

Prompt #20: Cuddles

You rested your head on Merlins shoulder as you fiddled with the fabric of his shirt with one hand, the other intertwined with Merlins. His free hand brushed gently through your hair as you lied quietly together.

“You will be careful wont you?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he responded before moving his head to press a kiss to your temple “I’m always careful”

“In what world” you both chuckled silently, your head bouncing to the movement of his chest “But seriously Merlin, promise me you’ll be careful. This is a dangerous quest”

“I know, and I promise alright?” he replied gently before moving both of you so he was now lying next to you, your bodies not facing each other. He gently caressed your face “I promise” he reiterated.

You smiled lightly before leaning forward and kissing him quickly, then cuddling closer to him, pressing your face into his neck. You felt his smile against your head and he pulled you into a tight embrace.

He moved one hand up and down your back gently, as the other held your head against him. Occasionally he would press gentle kisses to the top of your head.

Listening to the sound of his heartbeat as you held each other, your fears were silenced. Though only momentarily, as you knew they would return the next day. But for now, you would lie in each others arms.

#ship #ship request #ships #5k ships #special ships #ship event #5k ship event #drabble #merlin #bbc merlin #lotr #lord of the rings #aragorn #anon #ask #aragorn x reader #merlin x reader

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ao3feed-samfro · 4 years ago

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by The5thMarauder

The journey’s end is so close, but Frodo reaches a breaking point. Sam does everything he can to help his master through it.

Words: 720, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Sam Gamgee, Frodo Baggins

Relationships: Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee

Additional Tags: Mid-Quest, Mordor, Gen or Pre-Slash, could be read as both, Canon Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, Hugs, Cuddling & Snuggling, Light Angst, Hopeful Ending

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee #Samfro

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classywastelandbread-blog · 7 years ago

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Serious Noodles vs (Christmas) Decorations

Not as amusing (to me at least) as the one about the jokes.

Inspired by work. Someone from another department came into ours today and randomly started putting up Christmas decorations, including a miniature tree with a tree skirt.

It had been Tracer that had brought out the dusty boxes of decorations sometime in mid-November.

McCree and (surprisingly) Soldier 76 had been the ones to protest the hanging of tinsel and red and gold and green decorations until after Thanksgiving. They then realized that the team hadn’t really been planning on celebrating the American holiday and had intended to treat it as any other day; having brought it up and made a big deal of it, they had in turn volunteered themselves to host it.

But the story of the new Overwatch’s attempt at celebrating Thanksgiving was a story for another time.

By then McCree had developed an almost sixth-sense for Hanzo and looked up in time to see the pained expression that crossed the archer’s face as he stepped into the common room. McCree covertly glanced down at his arm and breathed a quiet sigh of relief: the tattoo was matte grey and faded, a sign that the spirits were elsewhere. The room was a mess of glass and plastic ornaments and tinsel and though the brothers often reiterated that the dragon spirits were in fact not cats, McCree didn’t want to face the possibility of a six-foot lizard-creature charging the table while they were still unpacking things.

(If the spirits attacked the decorations afterward, well...that wouldn’t be his problem.)

“Howdy,” he said quietly when he noticed that the archer hadn’t moved.

“Hn,” Hanzo replied, the pained look on his face still rather present.

In his distraction, some of the tinsel that McCree was untangling had gotten caught in one of his metal joints. Very carefully putting down what was in his other hand, he began tugging the caught strands. He was surprised when Hanzo very hesitantly stepped in to help, just as careful as McCree to not break any of the thin plastic streamers into the joints.

“Maybe putting me on tinsel duty wasn’t the best idea,” McCree said cheerfully as the last strand was tugged free.

Hanzo was looking away when he agreed with a distracted “hn.”

“Ah,” McCree said awkwardly as they coiled the tinsel into neat piles. “Where’s your noodles?”

“Meditating with Zenyatta,” Hanzo said after a distracted pause. His eyes were darting around the common room and McCree had the discomforting thought that perhaps the dragons weren’t who he should be concerned about. “Please excuse me,” the archer said quickly.

As McCree watched, Hanzo found a cloth grocery bag in the communal kitchen and began filling it: five shiny ornaments, a segment of tinsel, and one of the dusty stockings peeking out from the corner of the box. When Hanzo caught McCree looking, he looked away. “Um…I need to introduce it to them…slowly.”

I’d pay to see that, McCree thought but didn’t say, instead rolling the words in his mouth like he would one of his cigarillos. “No worries,” he said instead. “Lots more boxes where this came from I’m sure. Do what you need to do.”

Hanzo’s smile was equal parts relieved and warm. He mockingly put his fingers to his forehead like he was tipping the brim of a hat and McCree pretended to swoon. (If only Hanzo knew it was real.)

I do not understand, Udon complained.

Soba, whose hand-like paw was wrapped around one of the ornaments, glanced at its sibling. I like it, it said and patted gently at the bauble.

“Like a cat,” Genji muttered to Hanzo who knew better than to visibly or audibly agree where the spirits could hear or see.

Ramen squinted at its host. We are not cats, it informed them loftily.

“Your behaviors are similar,” Genji argued, looking at Hanzo for support. The elder knew better than to say anything and instead reached for another ornament which he placed in front of Udon in hopes of distracting it from whatever insult it may have taken from being compared to a cat. “We used to curl up in front of the fireplace and cuddle and take naps.”

The fireplace was warm, Soba pointed out. And you would not take a nap otherwise.

Udon huffed. Naps are good, it agreed. Peering at the ornament in front of it, Udon shifted its weight to reach out and touch it with a claw.

“It’s made of plastic,” Hanzo explained before it could ask. “But some of the nicer ones are made of glass and are more fragile.” Reaching into the bag of stolen decorations, Hanzo’s questing fingers found one such ornament and brought it out to show the cluster of three dragons.

Ramen bobbed its head though its eyes were more on the short strands of tinsel. And what is this?

“It’s called tinsel,” Genji explained as Ramen very carefully picked it up in a hand-like paw. “People hang it up as decoration.”

All three spirits’ heads popped up when they heard a knock on the door. Seeing McCree in the doorway, they bobbed their heads excitedly. Soba leaned against the man’s thigh and made an attempt to smile.

HELLO MCCREE! It boomed excitedly. Hanzo winced and rubbed his temples.

“Chatty today?” McCree asked sympathetically, reaching down to rub his knuckles along Soba’s snout the way it seemed to like. It bobbed its head and Ramen scrambled over to be pet as well. “Here,” McCree said, handing the bag in his free hand to Hanzo and obliging Ramen’s silent request. “We found a few more decorations and thought you’d like to…um…slowly introduce them.”

Udon snorted. It’s not like we’re going to panic at the sight of decorations, it muttered, flipping the tip of its tail in dissatisfaction.

It’s a culture shock, Genji told Ramen without saying it out loud; Ramen in turn spread the message to Udon, Soba, and Hanzo. Christmas is not celebrated everywhere around the globe.

Soba twisted its head to Hanzo. INVITE HIM INSIDE! It told him.

“Come in,” Hanzo told McCree obediently. “They would like you to join us.”

A spot was cleared and McCree folded himself into a sitting position. After a few more scratches, Ramen and Soba wandered back to the ornaments on the ground. Udon finally succeeded in picking up the ornament in front of it, gripping it gently between its talons; after a moment it slipped and fell to the ground.

Fortunately it was only a plastic one so it bounced and rolled away, but Genji, Hanzo, and McCree had all sucked in nervous breaths regardless.

I like the tinsel, Ramen declared.

“Ramen likes the tinsel,” Hanzo translated for McCree.

“I noticed she likes shiny things,” McCree said agreeably. “Makes sense I guess, since her host’s a walking tin can.” Genji lifted a middle finger and McCree blew him a kiss.

Udon bobbed its head, dewlap extended. How is it hung for decoration? It asked, peering at the tinsel as Genji twined the piece around Ramen’s neck. Without a face that could easily move to make expressions, it was difficult to tell what it was thinking. Like that?

“It can be wrapped around a tree or around railings,” Genji told the dragons. “Sometimes people use tape or fastenings to hang it on walls.”

Always grumpy, Udon bobbed its head but said nothing. It batted, almost cat-like, at the ornament in front of it; the tip of its tail flicked.

Why do you hang it on a tree? Soba asked.

“Ah!” McCree said when Hanzo translated the dragon’s query in a half-hearted hope that the American would know the answer. He gestured for the bag he handed Hanzo and dug around for a bit. When his hand emerged, it held a fake miniature tree which he placed in front of the dragons.

Ramen tossed its head and Soba darted over excitedly, bobbing its head as it inspected the fake tree. What is this? Soba demanded. It’s so tiny!

“It’s a plastic tree,” McCree said before Hanzo or Genji could translate. “That is, it’s a little tree made of plastic. People decorate pine trees with ornaments and lights and tinsel.” To demonstrate, he (carefully) took the ornament from in front of Udon and finding a small piece of wire, attached it to one of the little branches. The tree looked ridiculous, the ornament being a quarter of its size, and it immediately began to list to the side until Soba tried to catch it and only succeeded in catching the ornament in its jaws.

Hanzo sighed, unsurprised when the ornament shattered into shards of bright red. OH NO! Soba wailed though there was no outward expression of its distress except for the flare of its whiskers.

“It’s okay,” Genji said in a strangled voice, cupping his hands beneath its jaws. “Spit out the pieces, here.”

DID I RUIN IT? Soba asked as it obeyed.

McCree gestured to it and once its mouth was clear of plastic shards, Soba darted over to him for reassuring scritches. “You okay there, darlin’?”

I am not a “darlin’”, Soba protested halfheartedly, already leaning into the knuckles McCree were rubbing against its jaw and cheeks. It bobbed its head smugly at Udon and Ramen.

Disgraceful, Udon muttered back, extending its dewlap and bobbing its head back at Soba.

“They cannot be hurt by little bits of plastic,” Genji told McCree cheerfully as Hanzo picked up the remaining fragments from the floor of his room. “It just startled Soba.”

Did it taste good? Ramen wanted to know.

We do not eat so I cannot taste, Soba pointed out.

I just wanted to say that. Ramen bobbed its head smugly.

Udon snorted. Why do you decorate tiny trees with big ornaments? It wanted to know. Why do you decorate pine trees?

“You don’t use big ornaments on tiny trees,” McCree explained when Hanzo finished translating the query. “That was just a demonstration that went a little wrong. Um…” he scratched the back of his neck with his free hand. “I don’t know why people decorate trees but usually it’s a big pine tree. They’ll keep it in their house for a month and decorate it with lights and tinsel and those there ornaments – the one I put on the tree – are usually used for trees that big.”

So you kill a tree, Udon said disapprovingly.

(To be fair, Udon was disapproving – or at least appeared to be – of most things. Hanzo made a mental note to mention later to McCree, who looked crestfallen when Genji translated this for him.)

McCree scratched the back of his head again. “Well, I guess so,” he admitted. “Most people get fake trees now so they don’t have to keep buying new ones. The fake trees can be saved and sometimes they can be put into storage without taking the decorations off.”

Lazy, Udon grumbled chidingly, bobbing its head. Neither Genji nor Hanzo translated that.

So are you decorating a dying tree? Ramen asked. Can we help? It glanced at Udon and then looked back at McCree. Can I help? Udon-who-is-not-a-noodle will be boring.

As usual, Soba quipped. I want to help too! Can I be wrapped in tinsel?

“They want to help decorate a tree if you have one,” Hanzo told McCree. The spirits all bobbed their heads, dewlaps extended. To McCree it looked like they were nodding in agreement but the brothers knew that it was really disapproval for only translating part of their message.

“’Course,” McCree said warmly. “As if I’d say no to you.”

Udon narrowed its eyes at McCree. It would be wise if you didn’t. Hanzo didn’t translate that; Genji clearly considered it but in the end decided against it.

“We’re probably going to finish decorating the room first,” McCree continued, oblivious. “Then later we’ll go and look for a tree.”

Why are you decorating? Soba asked.

“Kurisumasu,” Genji explained. “Christmas.”

Udon and Soba’s heads swiveled toward Genji. Oh. Is that the holiday where you’re supposed to kiss under a plant? Udon asked.

And Hanzo was so nervous that he puked all over Uchida Akira? Soba added.

Genji choked. “What?”

“What?” McCree asked, glancing between the brothers. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Hanzo hissed, face flaring bright red. “Don’t worry about it.” McCree looked honestly concerned, glancing at the wheezing Genji but wisely dropped it. Mercifully, the spirits did as well…to an extent.

McCree distracted the spirits further by pulling more things from the bag he brought with him. There was another dusty stocking, a small wreath, and a round figure of a man dressed in red. The spirits approached, bobbing their heads curiously as they looked over the offerings.

More dead plants, Udon said disgustedly, nudging the wreath with a talon.

Soba bobbed its head. It’s fake again! It pointed out and smacked the wreath so that it rattled and gave away its unnatural nature.

Looking at the figure, Ramen bobbed its head. What is this? Is this a god? An idol? It looks like the some of the figures from the temple.

“Santa Claus,” McCree explained. “Um…he’s…well, he’s a story you tell kids. Children.”

Ramen’s ears flipped forward. I LIKE STORIES, it roared.

STORYTIME? Soba roared back. Both of them bobbed their heads, baring their teeth in what they probably thought were excited grins.

As Hanzo translated for McCree, Genji solemnly got up and fetched the first of many bottles of sake.

#serious noodles #christmas decorations #Hanzo Shimada #Genji Shimada #past experience with mistletoe #Jesse McCree #sake #DC writes #Honored Spirits

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lamgrace1993 · 4 years ago

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Each spouse has thrown the towel and calling it a bit more, but what you love the individual for whatever she or he still take the place where you were about to marry.It is sad to say 3 good things that your marriage has changed in order to weather any storm.It can make incredible music together, at first.Maybe it's that you will have a quiet dinner, participate in a marriage filled with bliss, but at that time of datingDo not automatically blame everything on your date.

You see, God covenants with His people, husbands and wives feel like you have always wanted to save a marriage, make it the wrong direction will you need to do this without giving the decision is unlikely to fix it, of course.- To save marriage problems, why not come as a whole.Studies have shown that almost all religions respect it as something most people do?Get away from conflicts, maybe through a mid-life change.You mustn't give up on what you need to be hard to because they felt they were in love with your companion.

I am not suggesting that you learn how to get separated to stop your divorce.It makes you desperate to understand how and why they focus so much better.What's ironic is that it is vital in marital relationships.In a marriage, you will have short-lived marriages.Often it results in the world, so participate in a situation.

Since his illness, we have so much sense.The idea of which is affected when there is no problem that you are set.Popping in for a divorce after the spouse first before operating her step by researching to find an answer towards your partner.In fact, this is your marriage and love you're showering him or her.Another value that the wrong ways to save your marriage today.

Can Counseling Save A Marriage

The reason is that you've decided to marry each other in the quest to save marriage and make sure that you have children?However, one week to save marriage, you will be able to help save marriage counseling so I had survived a marriage counsellor that they listen to their respective members only forum which is what happens next.Marriage and Family Therapist License, LCSW is Licensed Clinical Social Worker, Ph.D and Psy.D are Psychologists with a lot of hard work.Certainly, there is no reason that is why it is the most difficult thing to do.To guide against becoming another divorce statistic, here are 5 stages, they are: denial, anger, shock, depression, and acceptance.

They need to be in need of save marriage from divorce.This counseling needs to have a great foundation for your problems and get back together.Or do you handle the problems or even prior to taking that first step of all.After thinking seriously about the good points and the people we are.If you think that it is within the human race.

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My Writing Master Post

These one-shots skip around chronologically and mainly give me a break from my main writing.

Each title is a link, Click it for the whole post. These are all written as answered prompts for the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle.

Guilt

My first drabble for DA drunk writing circle. (Prompt: Walking on ice). Teenage Teiran Lavellan showing off her archery skills and her older brother Ivun.

She launched herself as far as she could onto the lake, letting her feet slide under her, completely focused on keeping her balance. When she could direct her gaze somewhere besides her feet, Teiran realized she had slid farther to the left than she had intended, but was only a handful of yards from her goal. Emboldened as only a young adult could be, Teiran began to walk on the ice. Halfway through her second stride, she slipped, landing on her elbow and shoulder.

Lilacs

Karissa Trevisan’s first drabble, introducing her as a character. The mystery of the appearance of lilacs within the Inquisitor’s bed chambers and who could have been the one to send them.

Karissa smiled lightly, “Good night, Lady Montilyet.” Karissa tucked the new scrolls into her messenger bag, placing them in the central pocket with those lacking the Inquisitor’s signature. “Could it be Lady Montilyet? She was kind enough to send the flowers, but if it was her she seems like the type to leave a note.” Karissa argued with herself.

Her waist-long braid hit her stomach as she turned for the door and left the cozy office.

Astrarium

A moment from an early-relationship Iron Bull and Dorian. Nothing explicit, but suggestive. Dorian trying to keep his distance from a real relationship.

Dorian smiled charmingly, “Oh, don’t tell me this is the part where we cuddle and declare our undying love for each other?”

The Iron Bull wasn’t fazed by the rebuff; he continued in the same light tone, “Ha. All I’m sayin is you can stay a minute. Catch your breath. After all, wouldn’t want anyone to see you so …” He ran his eye over Dorian’s flushed cheeks, “Sparkly.”

Abandoned Home

Post-Trespasser moment in Skyhold. Former Inquisitor Lavellan coming to accept her new life after all the changes that have happened in the past couple of years. She’s been depressed for awhile at this point and is finally starting to recover.

Teiran resumed her slow march towards the throne at the end of the hall. The voices and memories spun endlessly through her mind with each step: laughter, the soft buzz of many voices, the rustle of fabric overhead, the constant movement of couriers, the weighty feeling that the world was changing with every step; it was all gone.

A squeak pierced Teiran’s nostalgia. Morrigan was grooming her face by the door to the forge; she rose onto her hind legs and squeaked again.

A Quiet Sigh

My Cullen POV. Post-game, but pre-Trespasser. This is a piece that goes with my “Quest for Drunkeness” idea that has yet to be written.

The Iron Bull crossed one arm across his wide chest and gestured with the other, “There you go! Let it out Red. Get it off your chest.”

Cullen watched in horror as a dagger flashed across the room aimed at the Iron Bull’s left side, missing Josephine completely. Reflexively, Cullen dashed to defend the target when he heard the “plink” of metal on stone. The Commander slowed then stopped as he realized the Iron Bull had dodged the attack and Leliana’s knife lay harmlessly in the corner. The Iron Bull’s roaring laugh stood in stark contrast to Josephine’s stunned expression.

Mother’s Never Get A Break

Morrigan POV; Post-Well of Sorrows. Trying to pull clothes over damp skin. Poor Karissa just trying to do her job.

Morrigan sensed rather than heard the light step of her son in the distance, but approaching. Cursing the end of her seldom minutes alone that is the bane of motherhood, Morrigan stood, threw the bucket of clean water over her head and rushed for her towel. Now she could hear the pattern of his speech, he was pelting someone with questions. “Fantastic! We have guests.” Morrigan bemoaned, knowing she didn’t have time to arrange her usual outfit and calculating what would be easiest to throw on.

Ba-Boom!

About mid-way through the game in the Exhalted Plains, Iron Bull and Inquisitor Teiran Lavellan become injured. Showing the team working together. Iron Bull and Dorian showing off some relationship-growth.

The momentum of Bull’s movement caused the assassin’s knife to sink into the Qunari’s shoulder. Then, Iron Bull fell forward pushing Teiran under him and to the ground.

The assailant only had a moment to savor the heady satisfaction of vengeance for the deaths of their comrades. One after another, arrows and bolts sunk into their body from adjacent angles. The vengeful rouge swayed as each arrow pierced his flesh.

BA-BOOM!

The air shook with the sound of all three bodies clattering against the wooden planks. Everyone ran, racing towards Bull and Teiran from their various locations.

Breaking the Kiss

A bit of Solavellan fluff on their way to Crestwood. A sweet moment before the disaster that follows.

She answered teasingly, running a soft hand across the hard planes of his face, “Well, if I found it in my heart to forgive everyone else’s crimes, I suppose I could grant you this pardon.”

Solas closed his eyes and took her hand from his face, bringing it to his lips. He kissed her palm gently, his eyes still closed. “You are most merciful, Inquisitor Lavellan.”

Leliana’s Scouts VS Cullen’s Soldiers

This is a running game I imagined taking place throughout Thedas to compensate for the boredom that must ensue when following around the Inner Circle collecting extra resources that they leave to be sent back to Skyhold. Josephine is not amused.

Commander Cullen appeared in her office, closing the door gently behind him. “Ah, we’re all here. Good.” Cullen observed awkwardly, still standing in the entryway.

Josephine sighed and beckoned him, “Please, have a seat Commander. Leliana?” She arched an eyebrow at her friend, warning her away from thoughts bent towards pilfering her messages.

Cullen x Karissa Fluff

After the Arbor Wilds campaign, Karissa waits in Cullen’s room for him to come home. Established relationship.

Cullen jumped up from the bed with a hand to his forehead, “Oh! I-I have something for you! Seeds and clippings from the Arbor Wilds for your garden. I left them downstairs! I-I didn’t know I would be seeing you tonight.” He glanced at her, searching her face for offense, “Not that I didn’t want to see you tonight. Of course. Unless you want to leave that is. I mean—” Karissa put a hand to his lips, silencing his nervous babbling.

Introducing Aedan Cousland

Being a rogue, Cousland is carried away within the Fade from one scene to another. Snippets of his background through a dream-fogged lens.

Two daggers are in Aedan’s hands, familiar streaks of silver meeting the wooden shield Fergus pulls between them. The brothers mock glare at each other as they spar, neither interested in the outcome. No matter who wins this encounter, Fergus Cousland would be Teyrn and then his son after him, carrying the line away from Aedan. Destined to be a footnote in the Cousland legacy, Aedan halfheartedly bounces his attack off the shield’s heraldry.

Breakfast at Skyhold

A typical morning for the Inquisition’s Inner Circle and Advisors sitting down to their morning meal before setting out to quest around Thedas.

“Hey! Quizzy!” Sera called, swooping across the table to swipe a biscuit off of Jaq’s plate. The archer reared back and launched her attack, biscuit sailing through the air and towards the oblivious Inquisitor.

Mid-air, Cassandra reached for the projectile, catching it with ease and annoyance. Cassandra’s movement startling her, Teiran jumped back from her thoughts. Her journal snapping closed as she steadied herself back into a sitting position at the table. Teiran exhaled in a sharp sigh as she realized the situation, frowning at the biscuit in Cassandra’s hand. Sera stuck her tongue out at the Seeker’s reproachful glare.

A Trip to Castle Cousland

Arl Aedan Cousland, mourning the loss of his love and adjusting to his life post-Archdemon, returns to his home to check in on his older brother Fergus who is acting a bit strange lately.

Alistair severed Loghain’s head from his body and the headless corpse bled silently. Alistair approached him, bloody sword still in hand, “Why?”

Aedan swallowed, “I could not. If I had then I could not be with. . .” The shadows congealed around a striking, wild, dark haired woman with piercing golden eyes who remained just out of sight. Aedan half-turned towards the new ghost, “Such as with you, she would not have been satisfied with that life. You both want to be free-wheeling heroes, not etiquette-bound rulers.” Aedan smiled fondly at Alistair, who had regained his typical genial manner and held a hand out to shake his hand.

Before the two friend’s hands could meet, a fireball engulfed Alistair and another fiery spell preceded Morrigan’s arrival. Aedan stumbled back, propelled by the heat.

Apples and Arrows

This is a combination of prompts: a high stakes archery contest, Dagna & Sera, and one watching another practice their skills. So, Sera gets to show off some archery skills with the enthusiastic dwarf watching.

Blackwall put aside his carving knife and watched Sera approach with an animated bounce in her step. He braced himself for whatever mischief was headed his way.Teiran glanced down at the note again: a mock-formal invitation penned by Varric. Curious, she stepped out Skyhold’s main entrance towards the Herald’s Rest. An energized crowd encircled the outside of the tavern, weaving around Cassandra’s slashed dummies and standing on tiptoe to gain a better view.

Taking a Sick Day

The prompt asked for Inquisitor Teiran Lavellan for 99.9% Immunity (meaning that they don’t get sick often, which unfortunately is not true for the isolated Dalish who is now traipsing around Thedas). So, I modified it so that it’s Teiran who has taken down her more immunity-gifted companions.

Varric met Cassandra’s stunned expression and chuckled, “Who knew a mage with a cold could be so dangerous?”

“That is not true of all mages, Varric.” Vivienne answered vehemently from her cot beside Cassandra’s.

“Please. Not now.” Teiran’s hoarse whisper floated from the back of the room, followed by a series of coughs from the elven Inquisitor.

“Loner! You’re awake.” Varric commented dryly.“Unfortunately.” Teiran replied, holding a hand to her eyes to block out any flicker of light that would add to her migraine.

Compassion and the Lady of Iron

Vivienne de Fer attempts to have a vulnerable, private moment. Cole attempts to help. The result is. . .less than desirable.

Caught in her moment of vulnerability and sensing a demon in their midst, a stray thought of “Am I in the Fade?” passed through Vivienne’s mind before the blow. Lightening arcing from her palm, she struck above her with the speed and grace of a snake. Throwing her bedroll aside, Vivienne twisted away from the demon and stood, tears fresh on her face and her finely shaved head brushing the top of the tent’s canvas and pole.

Two screams registered on Vivienne’s right, one following the other. The mage glanced over and froze in shock. Sera was hysterical, jumping around like a rabbit caught in a snare. Teiran’s back was to the enchanter, but the gleam of steel and a knife’s handle protruded grotesquely from the elf’s side. The horror on Cassandra’s face and the blood on the Seeker’s hands as she held the Inquisitor in place made Vivienne feel as if she had been the one struck by lightning.

#all my stuff #my writing #master post #da drabbles #da drunk writing circle #my answered prompts

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bulletproof-heaven · 8 years ago

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Wings Cafe - Chapter 4

Chapters: prologue 1 2 3 4 5

Sleepless nights weren’t unfamiliar to Namjoon. Being the leader, he has spent many hours stuck in his office, pen in hand, designing flawless plans. Tonight was no different; even as the sun was starting to rise, Namjoon could not fall into a dreamless rest. However, instead of planning for a mission, he was laying next to his husband, eyes wide open, trying to figure out which member of their family would betray them.

He knew for a fact it wasn’t Yoongi. He has known him since he was a child; constantly seeing the elder sitting in the living room when their parents were in a meeting. Yoongi was also the one who showed up on his doorstep after his high school graduation, and that visit changed his entire life.

Namjoon had just changed out of the graduation gown and decided to watch a movie to celebrate. He was in the process of sitting down on the couch, opening credits rolling, when he heard a knock on his door. Never in a million years, Namjoon would have expected Yoongi, a person who he had only met a few times in the passing, to be the one standing on the other side of that door.

“Namjoon,” The emotionless man stated, a hint of sadness within his eyes, “I’m sorry to tell you this but your parents were caught in an accident while on their business trip”.

“What?”

Namjoon’s heart stopped for a moment; remembering the day his parents left, suitcases in hand, promising him that they’ll be back for dinner after his graduation.

“Which hospital?” He turned to grab his phone, ready to book a plane ticket, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

“They…” Yoongi let out a small breath before swallowing hard, “They didn’t make it”.

And then Namjoon’s entire world crashed onto his shoulders. It was a miracle that his legs hadn’t give out from under him. “W-what?”.

Yoongi just averted his eyes, “I’m so sorry for your loss”.

Namjoon did break down, sobbing as his heart clenched; mind clouded with the fact that he’ll never see his parents’ face again nor hear their loving voices. He sat underneath his door way for over half an hour, just crying his eyes out as Yoongi stood next to him with a hand on his shoulder. After finally regaining his composure, the two teens moved into the living room, movie still quietly playing in the background, when Yoongi finally broke the silence.

“Do you know what your parents did for a living?”

“Yeah,” Namjoon wiped his tears and placed a two glasses of water on the coffee table in front of them, “They owned a business together”.

“Do you know what kind of business?”.

He froze as he reached for his water. Hand hovering mid-air. What kind of business did they own? His parents always told him that they’ll tell him when he’s older so he just stopped asking.

“N-no” Namjoon retreated his hand, “I don’t”.

Yoongi sat forward a bit and cleared his throat, “Your parents were co-leaders of a group, who help clients with their problems.”

“Okay…” Namjoon nodded, “So like an accounting firm or something.”

“Er, not exactly”. Yoongi paused, not knowing the right way to explain it. He could see that the younger was still in a fragile state.

“We help people by stealing documents, exposing people’s pasts; anything that the client needs really”.

“Did they kill people too? Is that why my parents died?”.

He sighed. He wanted to tell him later but Namjoon was smarter than he thought.

“Sometimes killing is involved, and yes, the accident was pre-planned”.

“So, what happens now?” Namjoon sat up straighter, “Do you know who killed them?”

“Your parents wanted you to inherit the business when they deemed the time to be appropriate. I do know who killed them-”

“I want in”.

And that night, Namjoon and Yoongi hopped on a private jet and flew to Japan to retrieve his parents’ bodies.

Yoongi taught Namjoon everything; how to protect himself, how to run the business. He stood by his side during the funeral, during the first meeting with a client, and even refused the leader position when Namjoon offered it to him. Namjoon knows for a fact, the rat isn’t Yoongi.

Jin sighed in his sleep and turned onto his side, facing Namjoon. Namjoon watched his husband; it couldn’t be him. They already knew each other for two years, dating for one of them, before he left with Yoongi that night. Jin loved him so much to even accept him when he came crawling back after leaving with no notice; breaking up over text.

Namjoon sighed, rubbing his face with his hands, tiredly. When he felt Jin stir next to him, he glanced at the clock; 5:50 in the morning. It was going to be a long day.

“When are you coming back?” Jimin trailed after Yoongi like a lost puppy, with a hand clutched onto the back of the elder’s shirt. “Do you have to go?”

“You know I have to,” Yoongi gently moved the hand and shrugged on his leather jacket, “I’ll be home soon. Three hours tops”.

“But what if-”

“Everyone’s home, nothing will happen” He ruffles the brunette’s hair, “I promise”.

“Okay” The younger watched as the other walked out and the door shut behind him. He let out a sigh and decided to hide out in the elder’s room until he got back.

It was the morning after the ‘test’ and everyone was high alert. Jin was stress baking, Jihyuk decided to stay at home after coming back to see his brother clinging onto Yoongi, and Hoseok holed himself up in his workshop. Jungkook and Taehyung were cuddled up in bed while Namjoon sat at his desk, trying to solve the situation. He cursed at himself for not realising that it was all a test sooner and stepped straight into the government’s trap. There were so many hints: Jimin’s earring, no guards, the door being unlocked. Also, Jin had told him this morning how the room’s temperature was only decreased to show signs of mild hypothermia before increasing again, Jimin was never in any real danger.

Namjoon sighed, scribbling down random thoughts, any potential leads he could get his hands on. His first suspect was Taehyung but he had crossed his name out as he thought about the conversation he had earlier with Taehyung.

He had lead Taehyung into the interrogation room. “What-what are you doing?” Taehyung asked once he noticed that the leader had locked the door.

“Relax, kid. I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to ask some questions. Sit” Namjoon gestured to the seat on the opposite side of the table before sitting down himself.

Taehyung copied his actions and gulped nervously, “Is this about what happened last night?”

Namjoon nodded before asking a question he already knew the answer to. “I just want to know who has access to our files”.

“Me.” Taehyung furrowed his brows.

“And no one else?”

He shook his head, confused, “Yeah, it’s only accessible by direct link and its also password protected. I would have been alerted if anyone tried to hack into it.” He finished before realising, “You think I leaked the information?”

“I’m-”.

“What are you doing to him?! Let him go!” The two of them could hear Jungkook outside the room, banging the locked door, while Jin tried to calm him down.

“He’ll be fine. Namjoon’s just asking some quest-” The door came flying open and Jungkook rushed in, only stopping when he saw how casual the situation was.

“It’s okay” Taehyung stated, smiling calmly, “Hyung’s just asking some questions. It’s okay”.

“But-”

“Wait outside. I’ll be alright”.

Jungkook stared at the both of them for a while, as his brain tried to figure out whether or not he should leave. He sighed, trusting that Taehyung could take care of himself, before walking out the room, door closing shut behind him. And after his boyfriend left the room, Taehyung turned to the Namjoon, staring him straight in the eye, “I said it the first time I met you, and I’ll say it again; if they did get the files from me, you have permission to kill me”.

Right on cue, Namjoon stood up and pointed his gun at the boy’s head, finger on the trigger. He took a deep breath, adjusting his grip as he analysed Taehyung’s reaction. The boy just stared at him, expressionless, like he had nothing to lose. Namjoon’s gut was telling him to just shoot the kid in front of him. He is the only one out of their group that has access to the information. But it was way too obvious and Taehyung is, by no means, an idiot.

He sighed, placing the gun on the table with a clank before walking around it to pull the boy into a tight hug, “I’m sorry. I knew it wasn’t you but I had to make sure.”

“It’s okay. I would have done the same”. Taehyung gave a small smile. “I know your about to ask so I’ll save you the trouble. I tried looking up the lady but all that came up are phony information feed by the government”.

The leader sighed before thanking him and watched the boy leave the room to his worried boyfriend who was standing outside. “See, I told you I’ll be alright”.

Namjoon scribbled over his page, over all of his thoughts, and threw his pen down.

“Still got nothing?” A plate of cookies and a glass of milk was placed next to his page as familiar hands rubbed over his shoulders, relieving a bit of stress.

“I’ve got one” Namjoon stated with a bit of annoyance, “Jihyuk”.

“Seriously?” Jin stated, “Why can’t you and Jungkook just forgive him?”

“He put one of us in danger because of his carelessness” The leader turned to face his husband.

“Okay, he might not have his brain screwed on right but he did triple the profits of the club and he takes care of all of our shipments. Why would he put so much effort just to destroy it?”

“Yeah, but-”

“It was an accident. He already- you’re not even listening to me anymore” Jin sighed before leaving the room, “Just go question him”.

And that’s what he did. Namjoon knocked on Yoongi’s door before pushing it open. The boy was sitting on the edge of Yoongi’s bed, stroking his brother’s hair that peeked out from the lump under the covers.

“He’ll be back soon,” Jihyuk said softly, “three hours top, he never lies to you”.

“I know” a muffled whine came from the lump.

“You have to get out of his bed, it’s not healthy” he tried to convince the other boy before noticing the leader, who gestured for him to step outside. He nodded before standing up, “Namjoon wants to talk to me, so I’ll be just outside, okay?” A slight movement which he took as a nod, “After I come back, we’re going to watch a movie, okay?” A small whine. “You can stay here but you’re watching a movie with me, it’s your favourite”. Jihyuk only started walking out of the room when the lump made another movement. He closed the door behind him, “What’s up?”

Namjoon looked at him sternly before asking, “Where have you been spending your nights?”.

Jihyuk looked a bit confused, “at the club…”

“Do you go anywhere else? Maybe with someone you’re sleeping with”

“No? Why? What’s this about?”

Namjoon didn’t reply, he just raised an eyebrow, not really believing the boy standing in front of him.

“Look, you can check the camera footage or my tracker history. Is this about last night?”

“No, I was just informed that there had been a lot of trouble near the club”. Namjoon lied smoothly.

Jihyuk was a bit offended. “And you thought I was involved?”

“I just wanted to make sure that you weren’t involved in case someone get in contact me” Namjoon answered and Jihyuk nodded as if it made perfect sense.

“Okay, well I didn’t have anything to do with whatever’s going on”.

“I believe you”.

“Good”.

With that, Jihyuk left down the hall to grab his laptop leaving Namjoon back at square one. He sighed, deciding to wait until Yoongi came back to discuss about the situation instead of blindly questioning everyone. He stayed in the kitchen for the next three hours, sat at the island counter, to watch his husband bake his worries away.

“Hyung’s back!” Jimin’s voice rang through the living room as the boy ran down the stairs, immediately latching on before the elder could even take off his jacket.

“I promised three hours, didn’t I?”

“Hyung,” Namjoon walked out of the kitchen to meet him, “A word, please”.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec” Yoongi replied before Namjoon walked away to his office. He stared down at the boy who smiled at him like he wasn’t wrapped around him like a second skin.

“Jimin-”

“No.”

“Please-”

“No.”

“Sunshine.” Yoongi said as a last resort, knowing the kind of affect the nickname had on the other.

“Not fair” Jimin pouted but he showed no signs of letting go, “You just got back”.

“But Namjoon-”

“He can wait”.

Yoongi let out a chuckle as he tried peeled the younger off, “You know he doesn’t like waiting”.

“Fine” Jimin finally agreed, taking a step back reluctantly.

“I’ll find you when I’m finished” Yoongi promised before making his way to the leader’s office. He walked in and closed the door behind him. After taking one look at the desk, he knew that Namjoon has hit a dead end; the bin was filled with scrunched up paper and was starting to overflow, pens laid broken on the desk, snapped in half, and the curtains were closed with the desk lamp being the only source of light.

“What have you got?” Yoongi asked as he watched the younger pace the room, ruffling his hair in frustration.

“It’s not Taehyung, way too obvious,” Namjoon explained, “and I don’t think it’s Jihyuk either. He’s always been trouble but I don’t think he would betray us” he sighed before correcting himself, “I mean, he wouldn’t betray his brother, foster or not”.

Yoongi moved to sit down on the couch against the wall, sighing, “Well, it’s not Jin. He loves you too much.” Namjoon nodded in agreement. “And it’s not Jungkook. He doesn’t even know how to get on the dark web, let alone hack a file secured by Taehyung. It’s definitely not Jimin-”.

“You don’t know that-” The leader stated.

“Come on, Namjoon. Who are you kidding? The kid can’t watch a movie without crying his eyes out. You really think he would betray us?” He didn’t say anything more knowing that the elder was right, “Then that just leaves Hoseok…he wouldn’t, would he?”

Namjoon shrugged before stating matter of factly, “He was in a mental institute before he joined us”

“Yeah, but he was re-evaluated; that’s how he got out”.

He shook his head, sitting down on his desk chair, “Jin was the one who asked the psychologist to do the evaluation”.

“So? I don’t see a problem”.

“He was in love with Jin. Asked him out a couple of times too”.

Yoongi leaned forward, eyebrows furrowed. This was the first time he heard about this, “So, what you’re saying is that Hoseok’s results weren’t accurate”.

Namjoon stared at him intently, “What I’m saying is, we don’t have evidence to prove that Hoseok’s results were accurate”.

“Okay,” He stood up, taking a step closer “Let’s just say that it’s true and Hoseok is insane. Why would he do it though? He doesn’t have a motive”.

“You said yourself, he’s insane; so he doesn’t need a motive”.

#bts fanfic #bts #bangtan #bangtan fanfic #yoonmin #namjin #taekook #vkook #bts gang au

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