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kachuuyaa · 2 years ago

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BAY CITY ROMANCE 𖥻 002 𖥻 SECOND YR!

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synopsis: back in the main building, scrambling students await their results. what happens when you get lost in the sea of students?

warnings: chuuya hating on everyone, ranpo getting lost, u losing everyone (physically cuz its crowded as HELL)...

notes: UMMMM SORRY FOR BEING IA was broken up w IM SORY i’ll b more active now that school’s overr!!! n im graduating too soo ULL SEE MORE FROM ME…. DONT FORGET… I PROMSIED

Rushing along the hallways, you step down from the staircase to reach the exit. Seeing familiar faces, you waved at them in a rushed manner as your friends continued to make your phone vibrate with countless notifications, frustration bubbling in your head. Quietly setting your phone on “Do Not Disturb”, you maneuver yourself through the campus flawlessly. Although you have only been here for a year, you were meticulous enough to observe the layout of the campus, familiarizing yourself with the buildings and halls of the school. Truth be told, it can be confusing, with equally puzzling hallways, even if there were guides at the beginning of each structure. Rarely do students try and remember the school's architecture, knowing how time-consuming it can be. You find it amusing how students, as old as they are, wander around the building aimlessly in an attempt to reach their assigned facility. However, you can’t blame them, being a victim of the school’s complex walls, although rarely. You take pride in yourself for analyzing the school with such keen observation, landing yourself in front of the Inari hall (law-based strand hall), you take a sharp turn and see the faint silhouette of the Amaterasu hall (main building). Slowing down, you started walking, looking at the time, which relieved you as you arrived 10 minutes before the publishing. You kicked a rock while moving your feet, encoding the password in your phone before typing a quick ‘I’m here’ to the group chat.

Walking through the doors with newfound confidence, the students turned to look at you, with their eyes lingering on you briefly before resuming their tasks. You observed each student, some typing away on their laptops, some chatting with their friends, and some sleeping in the corners of the hall. A particular student came up to you, wrapping their arms around your neck from behind, and alerted you with their voice, “[Name]! Hi!” Slurring out the vowels of his greeting, Ranpo greeted you loudly, catching the attention of a few students before resuming their actions.

“Ranpo, don’t be so loud!” Yosano came from behind him, smacking the back of his head while ignoring his protests. “Yo, [Name]. We saw your texts.” She leaned to you, wrapping an arm around Ranpo in the process, making you laugh at his complaints. “Okay, and you came here for?” You asked, but cut yourself off, “Wait, right, for the tests.” Yosano gave you a look that could only be identified as ‘obviously’ written all over her face. “Just wanted to catch up with you. This fucker over here wanted to arrive first before you.” She turned to Ranpo, tightening her arm around his neck. “Hey! The cat on the sidewalk was just too cute not to notice!” He defended, jolting his head up towards the girl, “Not my fault he started meowing as soon as he saw me!” Yosano sighed, “We would’ve been there 10 minutes before [Name] was here,” She clicked her tongue, “Whatever.”

You were busy watching the two bicker when the doors opened, revealing a certain Philosophy major and business major, and entered the building, immediately locking their eyes on the three of you. Before they could do anything, though, the speaker vibrated with sound. “Results in 5 minutes, please proceed to the main hall.” As soon as it ended, students started clamoring around, trying to fix their things to make it into the hall in time. Some students started running, paying no mind to the papers falling to the floor. You’d understand, the year was about to end, anyway. Noticing the rush and excitement of the students, you locked eyes with Yosano, a plan brewing in both minds. Nodding, Yosano pried her arm off Ranpo.

You and Yosano ran, laughing loudly when Ranpo’s screams of protest echoed through the crowded hall, ceasing once he caught sight of Sigma and Fyodor. “Fuck, man!” You heaved out, “Don’t ever make me run a marathon like that ever fucking again,” Panting, Yosano laughed at your exasperated expression. “Get in shape, come on!” She encouraged you lightly, shoving your shoulder as you glared at her playfully. “Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Yosano reassured, however, face blanking as she remembered Ranpo; “Well, not really. Ranpo will scold us for God knows how long for leaving him.” You laughed breathlessly, awaiting the results excitedly as a pair of hands took hold of your shoulders. “Guess who,” The baritone voice was heard from your left ear, making you jump. “Fyo!” You greeted him, turning around almost instantly, and hugged him. “Hi,” He said softly. Next to him was Sigma, who waved at you gently. Yosano waved at them in response, “Fyodor, what happened to your other friends? I thought they’d be here.” She queried, crossing her arms on the railing. “I tried to get them to go, but they said they’d wait for the online posting.” Fyodor mimicked her actions, Yosano shaking her head, “Lazy asses.” She muttered, which earned a smirk from Fyodor in return. “Did you all just forget about me?!” Ranpo whined, pouting at the both of you. You chuckled at his behavior, “Yeah--”

The bell rang through the hall, catching the attention of all the students present. “Oh, shit!” Chuuya’s voice resounded through the room, as he landed on Ranpo while running. “I didn’t hear the fucking announcement!” Ranpo voiced out an ‘oof!’, lunging forward after feeling the impact of Chuuya’s body on him. “Chuuya!” He shouted, earning multiple protests from students around him. “You okay?” Fyodor asked both of them, handing out his arms for them to grab. “Thanks, I guess.” Chuuya shook off nonexistent dirt from his clothes and stretched out his arms, receiving only a smile from Fyodor in return. “Guys, shut the fuck up.” Yosano shushed them, the screen illuminating with the results. With all the different majors, it would be hard to identify where your results are.

Fortunately, there were different screens to look through, one for each major. It stretches out until the end of the hall, with various monitors assigned for each strand. “Oh, oh. Where is Business Management?” Sigma muttered, mostly to themselves, walking off as she stared off at the multiple screens. “Sigma, wait! Come here, it’s over here.” You stated, ushering her to your left while pointing at a certain screen. He followed your finger, walking with your hand on their lower back. “Thank you, [Name], I see it,” He looked at you, evident that he was grateful for your actions. “Thank you!” Sigma runs off, and your eyes quickly drift back to the screen, not before whispering a ‘you’re welcome’ that was left unheard. “Psychology, psychology…” You sauntered around the wide building, abandoning your friends to look for your major. “Oh, fuck! There you are.” Spotting your major gave you incredible whiplash, as you tried to spot your name following your major, indicated with bold letters, attracting many people after you.

[Name] [L. Name] - 4.0

Holy fuck.

You didn’t want to say you expected it, you would perceive that would be quite egotistical of you, but with the work you have done and the time you have sacrificed in order to get such a rank, you felt as if you deserved the position. Disregarding the feelings of others (especially the top 2, you muttered a quiet apology to them mentally) was never an option for you, but holding yourself in high regard is deserving for you, as hardworking as you are. Pride washed over you, but not arrogance, you would never allow that to happen, as a student striving for success. Pride would only be your downfall, that much you knew, and that was enough reason to avoid the emotion entirely. You excused yourself from the crowd, heading back to where you thought your friends were to share your results. However, as you expected, they were not present. The only person you saw was Ranpo, seemingly confused as the crowd made the layout too convoluted to navigate.

“Ranpo,” You voiced out, his head turning towards you, flashing you a bright smile. “Hey, have you seen your scores yet?” He asked, squishing his way through, earning groans from other people as he slipped past them. He didn’t bother muttering an apology, clicking his tongue as he tried to reach you. You stood still, albeit moving quite a bit from the numerous people moving from every side. “Yeah! I did-- shit,” Interrupted by the impact of another body, you stumbled towards Ranpo, catching him off guard. His eyes scrunched in annoyance-- not to you, of course, it would never be you. “What did you get, then?” His tone portrayed annoyance, evident to both of you, “You already know.” Sending a knowing wink to him, he responded with a smirk that showcases his pride.

Of course, he would not say it out loud, but he was incredibly proud of you, and he knew that you were aware, so he found no need to voice it out loud. Ranpo was observant, too observant for your own liking, it was unnerving to others but it was natural to you and the group. His observant nature was what made him rise in popularity as a student, anyway. He was talented, that much you knew, but he disliked trying new activities that would make his reputation grow. He didn’t mind, though. He was tranquil with what he had, despite the unruliness of the school. “Of course I do.” He responded, grabbing your wrists gently to guide you out of the crowded hall, before you could ask, however, he swiftly cut you off, “I don’t have to check my scores to know what rank I am!” He exclaimed proudly, a laugh bubbling from his throat, reverting back to his childish persona. You chuckled at this, raising your hand to cover the crinkle of your mouth. “A failing grade?” You joked, earning an expression of shock from the man. “No, no way!” He protested, putting his arms up in defense. “It’s a perfect score. I know it, I know it!” He said, balling up his fists in childish protest.

“We should go to the cafeteria, no? I heard there was a new cafe.” You suggested, averting the topic completely. You really wanted to go, seeing as the wave of students won’t cease anytime soon. “Yeah… yeah, we should.” His grip on your wrist didn’t falter, as he guided you outside. This action surprised you, as Ranpo was used to being led, not leading you. A few minutes pass and you are led to a secluded area, void of any students. You wish you knew how you got here, but Ranpo only bashfully smiled at his current position. “Um… at least there are no students, right?” He awkwardly commented, his voice filling the air and entering your ears, wincing at your annoyed expression. “Yeah.” You calmly responded, however, the coldness in your voice was enough to make him think that you were exasperated. “No, I’m not annoyed,” You waved him off, “I know what you’re thinking.” Standing up, you led him to the closest exit, which was to your right. Your footsteps resounded across the empty hallway, leading you back to the crowded area. Ranpo rushed to you to get hold of your clothes, gripping them tightly so as not to lose you. You lazily navigated the long building, pushing some students until you reached the long awaiting exit with Ranpo.

“[Name],” He drawled out, “Where are the others? I wanna go to the cafe with them too…” He mumbled, letting go of your shoulder. “Yeah, yeah. Let me text them,” You fished out your phone, rolling your eyes playfully. “You have your phone, right? Why don’t you go talk to them?” Ranpo huffed, “‘cause I don’t want to!”

“Fine, then.” You waved him off, walking without him by your side. Alarmed at this, he chased after you, “Yo, hey! [Name], wait!” You ran faster at this, snickering at his growing yells, hiding behind a tree when you’re sure he can’t see you, and you opened your message app.

trivia:

fyodor would have gone with your group even if his other friends showed up.

HALLS AND ESTABLISHMENTS

okuninushi hall — ABM strands (has a library, 3rd biggest)

omoikane hall— HUMSS (1st most extensive library)

jurojin library, separate from the HUMSS building but considered a parr of it

takeminakata hall — agriculture, nature strands, etc (2nd most extensive library)

benzaiten hall — general academics (art, sports, also includes the theater, mini theater, miscellaneous stuff)

theater is called ame-no-uzume

inari hall — law-based strands (small building, but has the 4th most extensive library)

sarutahiko hall — sports complex

amaterasu hall — main building, has awarding hall and award section

daikokuten/daikoku hall — math-centered majors hall (archi, statistics, etc)

izanagi hall — med/health building (close to the HUMSS hall)

ryujin hall — science/biology hall (mainly sci/physics strands) (connects to med/health)

tg: @iruc @celestair

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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yuthoe · 4 years ago

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Day 22: Reunion (MONSTA X: Yoo Kihyun)

TODAY'S LATE PROMPT FOR MTM IS:

Day 22: Fake Dating

ah yes, one of the favorite tropes in fanfic and i did not do it justice at all lmao. truthfully i was really excited about this, but the fic took a left somewhere and grew its own mind or smth. i think the poor writing is a combination of burnout and getting really distracted lmao.

tried to make kihyun the savage guy that he is, but still polite and considerate and i think i did that???? question mark???? please tell me what you thought about this lmao, i've never been to a high school reunion (except for my grandma's) and will never go to one anytime soon.

PAIRING: Yoo Kihyun x reader. GENRE: fic, fluff, mild angst. WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, swearing. WORD COUNT: 1,769.

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“Act natural,” you say as you smooth down the lapels of your friend’s coat, dust some lint off the shoulders. “Like, just act like normal. We just have to say hi to a few people and then go after an hour or something.”

Kihyun is looking you over as well, straightening out the sleeves of your shirt and making sure your hair is nice and styled and perfect. “I’m taking that as a go signal to tease you in front of everyone then, gotcha.”

You roll your eyes and take his hand, tugging him towards the glass door of the events hall. “Very funny, but you know what? These people might buy it even more, so go ahead.”

He intertwines your fingers as he pushes the door open for you. There’s a smirk on his face that says you’re going to regret what you just said. “If you say so," he says, as you pull him along with you.

Everything is decorated like a senior prom from the early 2000s--balloons everywhere, streamers hung up on the walls, a disco ball suspended in the middle of the room. There's a stage set up at the far wall, and popular tracks from your high school days play softly on the sound system. People are already mingling, table hopping when they see a familiar face.

You go to the small registration booth off to the side, Kihyun in tow, and sign on the space next to your name, walking away quickly to find a table. It's easy to weave through the thin crowd to your spot, and thankfully no one goes up to talk to you as you settle in.

A relieved sigh escapes your lips as you deflate against the seat; Kihyun chuckles at the sight.

"Why are you so nervous? You were so confident when you asked me out,” he says, smirking at your flustered state.

“Hey,” you counter, sitting up straight and pointing at him. There’s a smile of embarrassment threatening to crawl up your face, but you force it down. “This isn’t a date. I didn’t ask you out—I respectfully asked if you could come with me to my high school reunion and pretend we’re dating. There’s a difference.”

He tilts his head and laughs. “Okay, fine, this isn’t a date. But you’re shaking like a hamster, dude. What’s got you so jittery?”

Before you can open your mouth to say something smart, a yell of your name behind you makes you stop. Suddenly a flurry of pink silk ruffles envelops you, cold metal bracelets press against your face and neck, and a tinnitus-inducing squeal is blasted in your ear.

“OMG, I can’t believe you made it!” The offending classmate plops down the seat beside you and… you can’t say you remember her. You know you have a questionable memory, but you can’t recall anyone with a scarily-toothy smile and long acrylic nails. “I was wondering if you were gonna show today, I missed you!”

You smile warily. “Yeah, I thought I’d stop by, just for a bi—,”

“And who is this with you?” she interrupts, gaze fixed on your friend now.

Kihyun still has a polite smile on, eyebrow raised and patiently waiting for you to introduce him. You meet his eyes and take a steadying breath.

“This is, uh. Kihyun. My boyfriend.”

Your batchmate immediately extends a hand out to him. “Hi there! I’m Danhee. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Kihyun grasps her hand and shakes it firmly. “Likewise.”

Danhee (apparently, that’s her name. Still doesn’t ring a bell.) turns back to you, props an elbow on the table and rests her chin on her hand. “So what have you been up to lately?”

“Oh, you know, nothing much,” you say, twiddling your thumbs under the table. “Work’s keeping me busy, mostly. It’s pretty—,”

“Great! How’d you two meet?” Her eyes are sparkling, in that menacing way you’re familiar with when someone is hunting for gossip. “Probably work, right? I know Y/N isn’t that outgoing so I doubt—,”

“You know what, I’m gonna go get a drink.” You turn to Kihyun, desperate to get away. “You want a drink, Kihyun? Cool, I’ll get you something.” The chair screeches as you push away from the table and make a beeline for the buffet.

The air conditioning helps cool down your flaming face as you leave to get some reprieve from the suffocating air of the table. No matter how much you wrack your brain you can’t seem to remember anyone named Danhee; maybe she was in another class and part of the popular clique, a group you tended to stay away from.

You take a deep breath, surveying the array of finger food and wonder briefly what the main dishes are. The arrangement is no different from the ones you’ve seen at company parties—save maybe for the small picket signs that have slang from your high school days speared into some of the food. Despite looking delicious, you feel nauseous at the thought of taking a bite.

The drinks corner offers coffee, the kind that tries to pass off as Americano but ends up tasting more like candy because people keep putting too much sugar in it. It’s what you and Kihyun call “conference coffee” and shit on for the entirety of the conference you’re attending, even as you keep drinking it because there’s usually no other choice. Water is an option, as well as a fruit punch of some kind. If you’re being honest, you’d really like a beer right now, but you know the alcohol won’t come out until later.

In addition to the mound of paperwork you forced yourself to finish earlier, this week has just been plain exhausting. You’d hoped that coming to the reunion would help you relax, but apparently not.

Ice cubes clink as they go down the tall glasses. The coffee, however sugary it turns out to be, still smells heavenly and wakes you up some. You water both servings down a bit, if only to tamp down the syrupy sweetness.

“Hey,” a familiar voice says, hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. Kihyun moves into your line of vision, brows slightly scrunched. “You okay there?”

You don’t answer, thinking of words to say that won’t make you look pathetic in front of your work partner. You’re usually great at explaining and justifying your actions to your superiors, but words fail you this time.

So you just shrug and hand him his drink. “Can’t say for sure.” You take a sip and cringe; your mouth feels like it’s coated in a thick layer of sugar. Kihyun watches you and decides wisely to put his drink down, but pours two glasses of water.

“Do you know her?” he asks, concentrating on the drinks.

“Danhee? Nah. I mostly avoided her type back then. Being around them made me uncomfy.”

“‘Cuz she looks like a part of the Plastics from Mean Girls?”

You scoff. “No,” you say, but smile all the same as you walk back to your table. “Because I was a loner and operated on the mindset of ‘I’m not like other girls’ throughout high school.”

Kihyun laughs loud. “God, I didn’t think you were the type.”

“Unfortunately, yeah.” You sigh as you sit back down. “Thankfully outgrew that in college, though. Turns out being surrounded with a lot of open-minded people does something to your personality, and,” you open your arms, presenting yourself to Kihyun’s amused smile. “Now you have me, your beloved hardworking partner that throws snark at you everyday.”

If anything, his grin gets wider. Kihyun raises his glass of water, and you toast. “I’m proud of you for becoming so mature.” He takes a drink, making faces like he’s downing whiskey instead of regular water. “Although, apparently not mature enough to just ask me out plain and simple.”

You want to strangle him, you really do.

He’s right, though. Part of the reason why you invited him as your plus one is for moral support and to show people that the wallflower can also nab a man as great as Kihyun. But the other reason is that you’ve wanted to ask Kihyun on a date, but just didn’t know how to without embarrassing yourself.

You sigh and take a swig of your water. “Yeah, well, can you blame me, though? We always keep professional at work and I barely see you outside the building, so I haven’t really gotten a chance to ask.” You’re not lying—Kihyun being here is only possible because you left the building at the same time last week and asked him then before you chickened out.

He tilts his head in assent and takes another sip before crossing his arms on the table to whisper at you. “How about we make this a date, then?”

You raise an eyebrow, smiling like you can’t believe he suggested such a ridiculous thing. “What—here? My high school reunion that I only invited you to because I didn’t want to be alone?”

And maybe it’s the trick of the light, but you think you see his eyes go soft. “Well, yeah. I mean, it’s not ideal, but we’re here anyway. There’s free food, shitty coffee, and some entertainment.” He tilts his head to the stage, and you follow his gaze to where a couple of your batchmates are discussing something, mics in their hands. “Whether it’s the good kind of entertainment or the cringy kind though, we’ll find out soon,” you hear him whisper.

In theory, you have nothing to lose. Nothing really to hide. Perhaps the worst part of the night passed when you had that panicked moment with Danhee earlier, and all that’s left is to enjoy the night. You can still leave in an hour or two like you planned, but now with a higher chance of getting a few drinks afterwards, too.

So you make your decision and look back at him. “All right, Yoo Kihyun,” you say. “You’ve got yourself a date.”

His smile morphs into a smirk, the trademark confident grin making a small shudder run down your spine. You try to keep your composure as he slides a hand to your thigh. “Perfect. Wanna bet you’ll last an hour before you want to leave?” His fingers are massaging your knee, soft hands gentle on the meat of your thigh.

You scoff, grabbing at his hand to make him stop. “Deal. I’ll bet you an hour and a half.”

And before you turn your attention back to the stage, you see his smirk again, excited for the challenge.

#kdiarynet #monsta x #monsta x kihyun #yoo kihyun #monsta x kihyun scenario #monsa x kihyun imagine #kihyun scenrio #kihyun imagine #yoo kihyun scenario #yoo khyun imagine #monsta x scenario #monsta x imagine #fic: mine #fic: not spicy #fic: kihyun #theme: may trope mayhem 2021

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pertinax--loculos · 3 years ago

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Excerpt The First

So I just realised I don’t think I ever posted anything from The Fundraiser, which is really borderline criminal of me. So have a kinda nice moment just before everything goes to shit and before I drop the really Bad one later tonight ahahah 😈

Context: Right before the “midpoint”. Latrell and co. are at a fancy fundraiser for law enforcement, and the “and co.” part of the equation have just left him at a table alone.

Latrell tilted his bottle towards her in acknowledgement. Settled back into his thoughts, their absence having no real impact on his mental state.

“Smile, sunshine. Things aren’t all that bad.”

“Fucking—” Latrell leapt a mile, actually tipping his beer over this time. Nox righted it with enviable speed and precision, keeping the spill to a tiny pool of bubbling liquid, pulled a fucking handkerchief out of his breast pocket and dabbed gently at the mess.

“You seem tense,” he said, deadpan.

“Go fuck yourself.”

Nox smirked at him. Folded the handkerchief fastidiously, stowed it back in his jacket. The hysterical corner of Latrell’s mind that always popped up in his presence shrieked about the dry cleaning bill.

“Almost showtime.” Nox gave him a once-over; the smirk faded, his eyebrows pinching. “Seriously, though, you’re wound tighter than a tick. We all good, lawman?”

Latrell bit back a frantic giggle at the incongruous phrase uttered in Nox’s low silky voice. Though its use suggested he, at least, had relaxed over the course of the night. Same couldn’t be said for Latrell.

“Tonight,” he said carefully, tracing a stray drop of condensation from the bottom of the bottle to the rim, “Has been more stressful than I anticipated.”

“And we haven’t even reached the fun part.” Nox flashed him a grin, sobered quickly when Latrell didn’t return it. “It’ll be alright. I promise. This will work.”

The vehemence did the opposite of his probable intention, made Latrell feel as if Nox were trying to convince himself as well. He gritted his teeth, pulled his glasses off, rubbed at his bruised eye and jaw. It only ignited dim flickers of pain. Not enough to be a true distraction.

Gentle fingers encircling his wrist, however, were.

Nox coaxed his hand away from his face, back down to the table. Kept his hand on Latrell’s wrist, his thumb over his pulse point. Close enough that even without his glasses, Nox’s features were clear enough to read.

Traitorous sparks danced across Latrell’s skin from the point of contact. Heat swelled within him, and he wondered if Nox would notice the way his heartrate spiked.

“Breathe,” Nox said, low, warm. “I know you’re kinda spinning out cuz this is so different to anything you’ve ever done. I know you don’t have backup or support or tech or whatever else you usually have when you do this sorta shit with LEAH. But listen, sunshine. You’ve got me.”

He brushed his thumb over the veins in Latrell’s wrist. Warmth flooded Latrell, briefly swamped the anxiety skittering through his chest and the adrenaline fizzing through his veins and the guilt twisted leaden around his ribcage. He exhaled. Realised he’d leaned closer, Nox’s features sharp now, defined.

“We’re gonna pull this off,” Nox murmured. “I promise.”

Latrell breathed.

A moment later, Albie’s unmistakable laugh snaked through the crowd towards him.

#WIP: ATN #original writing #excerpt #writeblr #oh man oh man #i love this part so much #honestly though #the amount i love this WIP in its entirety is probably criminal #but whatcha gonna do?#😂

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the-friendliest-freak · 3 years ago

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Showstopper Album: All I See Is You Lyrics and Analysis

Don’t think he’ll look at you

Any differently

He’s still concerned about being you and me

Don’t think he’ll look you in your eyes

And suddenly say

All I see is you have a good day

All I see is you have a nice day

Cuz’ he’s the one who made all the pain

No thoughts of my soul

Of fool’s gold

Have arrive(?)

Just sit in ignorance

Watch each other’s plight

Don’t think he’ll look at you in your eyes

And suddenly say

All I see is you have a good day

All I see is you have a nice day

Cuz’ he’s the one who made all of the pain

Oh, when the killing starts

Like it’s done so far

Don’t be surprised

When the bullets fly

He’ll just step over you

And look at the crowd and say

All I see is you have a good day

All I see is you have a nice day

Cuz’ he’s the one who made all the pain

Analysis Under Cut

If this song follows the pattern of the others, then it’s Felix recounting some memory of a person who betrayed him - however, I think that’s unlikely. This song seems to break from the previous and instead tell the perspective of another character.

Who is this character?

I have reason to believe it’s Jack. In fact, it may be a hint as to how Jack died - gunshot.

The song itself is about a man who betrays (“don’t be surprised”) the person the singer is speaking to. The song ends with the man stepping over the person’s dead body and pleasantly wishing the crowd a good day.

I think this song serves as a metaphor for Felix and Jack’s relationship. Felix is the one trying to keep his and the company’s good image after Jack’s disappearance, even to the point of taking all credit for the restaurant and making it appear that Jack never existed.

“Cuz he’s the one who made all the pain” is a very accurate description of Felix - he killed Jack’s kids, likely had a hand in Jack going missing which led to Rosemary falling into a deep depression, pioneered the relocation project which resulted in the deaths of Ashley Parks and Brian Stells.

Going by this interpretation, “when the bullets fly” is probably hinting at how Jack died. Felix shot Jack, and possibly stuffed his body in the Bon animatronic. Then, the body was removed later, pre-location project, explaining why we can’t see Jack’s corpse inside the animatronic casing’s holes - because of this, Jack can only appear briefly and talk in minimal amounts, due to his body not being where he haunts, same as Ed and Molly inside of Rocket (they haunt Rocket, but they are buried in the forest, and can’t talk directly to Sophie).

#twf #the walten files #the walten files theory #jack walten #felix kranken #the showstoppers #twf theory

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4haechie · 5 years ago

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son of apollo!donghyuck

pairing: son of apollo!donghyuck x child of athena!reader genre: fluff, comedy, some adventure/action, pjo au, e2l au words: 3,173 warning: couple of curse words here n there a/n: i reference a bunch of pjo characters in this so if u haven’t read pjo *crowd booing*

so donghyuck’s the son of apollo right

there’s like no arguing when it comes to that

he’s extremely talented at singing and making music, dancing, rapping, songwriting, so he’s no doubt apollo’s offspring

and he’s naturally gifted at archery as well

you can’t spell haechan without ACE teehee

u on the other hand

you’re athena’s child

you love to read and write you’re incredibly smart ofc

you love competing and winning and taking part in strategy making to bring your opponents DOWN 💅🏼

athena’s the goddess of wisdom as well as warcraft so needless to say you’re exceptional in both fields

you’re not just textbook smart, no no, you’re able to apply all the knowledge you learn…well…irl

not to mention you’re good with all kinds of weapons

ur fave weapons include swords and spears :D

you’re okay w knives too!!! and daggers!!! you’re not picky

but you’re better w longer blades just cuz u have more experience w them

fun fact: you’re the head of the athena cabin and donghyuck’s the head of the apollo cabin

you’re both great leaders, always doing your best to make the best strategies to win capture the flag, the chariot races, and other fun activities chiron plans for the campers 😁

but . you guys are Sworn Enemies

actually the better term to use would be “rivals”

you guys r So competitive to the point where you actually developed a rivalry during your first few years at camp half-blood

donghyuck LOVES to win but so do you… so obv he’s gonna go out of his way to make sure he/his cabin wins

that doesn’t mean you’ve ever backed down from his challenges…

if he’s competitive you’re twice as competitive

one day after breakfast during your fifth year at camp when you’re both about 18, chiron decides to host a good old game of capture the flag

u know . for old times’ sake 😼

once he makes the announcement you immediately turn to your cabin mates

“we have to win no matter what”

“y/n, it’s just capture the flag. we’re not fighting gaea”

“bitch are u in or not”

the entire dining hall is buzzing with excitement

nothing makes a demigod’s day like a capture the flag announcement 😌

chiron suddenly grabs the megaphone again and calls out “this time however there’s a little twist,” he chuckles as everybody goes silent

you raise an eyebrow

“you’ll be in teams of course. everybody has to play. there’s twenty cabins, so there will be ten teams of two cabins each. i’ll pair you guys up myself. each pair gets a flag–so there’s ten flags in total. the game will be won by the pair who manages to collect all flags and brings them back to their base before anyone has the chance to steal their own flag.”

the demigods burst into intense chatter and discussion once more

you turn your head back to your siblings and tilt your head in slight confusion

you’ve never played capture the flag in teams before

“anyone but apollo. i’m literally begging. sam, pray to athena right now”

“y/n RELAX”

“i think if we’re partners with apollo’s cabin i’ll actually jump into tartarus”

“…”

“what? percy and annabeth survived” 🙄

chiron pulls out a scroll and calls out the pairings one by one

poseidon and demeter, hades and ares (good luck to them), so on and so forth

your heart keeps racing . athena’s name has not been called out yet

and just like that your worst fear comes true

“athena cabin with apollo cabin. the game will commence in thirty minutes, which is how much time you have to prepare. good luck and stay safe!”

you drop your head into your palm (aka head in hands meme jpg)

“this is the worst day of my entire life”

“y/n, you’re hands down the most dramatic person i’ve ever met”

maybe it’s just you–bc your siblings seem fine with the apollo kids

they have so many apollo cabin friends :(

curse u and donghyuck’s little rivalry that the entire camp and chiron knows about

so him putting yall together definitely was not a coincidence cough cough

can u blame him

🌤🌈 he just wants all of u to get along 🌈🌤

he’s seen w his own two centaur eyes what happens when demigods fight between themselves

it’s not healthy

he needs u guys to get along bc u and donghyuck are some of the best demigods at camp rn

ur quick wits and amazing sword skills

his position as the camp’s best archer

imagine how powerful yall would be if u two worked together

if only you got along from the start.. but nooooo

ur egos r just too high F

but anyway, back to the present

you’re sitting there, head in your hands, dreading this already when some of the apollo kids swagger over to your guys’ table

donghyuck is in front of them as he scoffs after seeing your dreadful state

“why the sad face, y/n?”

you lift your head up to see him hovering over your seat and roll your eyes

you get up and your siblings follow

you’re just gonna have to make do. you don’t have time to complain

the thing is

you’ve only lost capture the flag once 👎🏼

a few summers ago the apollo cabin defeated the entire camp leaving everybody speechless

it’s true they didn’t defeat JUST you but somehow you thought it was personal

you had the PERFECT record 😕

zero losses . only wins

but bc of the apollo kids your cabin’s record was tarnished

which is sorta why you started hating them (esp donghyuck their leader) so much

donghyuck caught on immediately and made it a point to compete just as hard as u

so yea. that’s how you became rivals

he knows how much ur gonna hate working with him but u don’t really have a choice now do u :/

so he knows exactly why u have a sad face

but this is donghyuck we’re talking about

just bc yall r “rivals” doesn’t mean he’s not gonna tease u 😂😂😂

(or maybe he teases u bc he thinks ur cute and he hopes one day u realise him teasing is actually donghyuck for flirting 🤭)

“you know damn well why, lee donghyuck”

“oh c’mon i think it’ll be fun! if we combine our skills, we definitely have a hundred percent chance of winning”

you cross your arms and glance at your siblings who just shrug in agreement

you sigh loudly

“don’t even think about fucking this is up, donghyuck. and just so we’re clear, i’m in charge”

he laughs, “yup! got it”

so you start talking strategy

you only have 30 minutes so you need to make the best of it

you divide the two cabins into pairs so that an athena and an apollo kid will be paired together and in charge of smth diff

you have plenty of people on your team – 5 in athena’s cabin and 5 in apollo’s cabin

some will handle weapons and safety gear, some will handle mapping out the playing area which was basically the entirety of the woods, some will be setting up traps near your team’s flag to prevent others from coming close

30 minutes quickly pass and after dividing the work and planning your strategy with donghyuck and friends you turn your attention back to chiron who has his megaphone in hand

everyone’s told to gather outside the dining hall at the open field before the game commences

you, donghyuck, and your teammates briefly talk strategy once more . just to make sure everybody knows what they’re supposed to do

“let the game begin!” chiron blows a loud whistle and the demigods scramble out of the field, going to their designated flag locations

your spot is near a little creek, but the forest around your flag is quite dense so u figure it’s relatively hard to locate

it’s not that late so the afternoon sun makes your skin glisten with sweat

“damn, can you tell your dad to chill tf out for a while,” you tell donghyuck jokingly

he just rolls his eyes but on the inside he’s kinda glad you’re being casual with him rather than 😡😡😡😡😡 like u normally are

u don’t know what it is about him today but u swear he’s acting different around u

he wasn’t… as annoying while discussing strategy ????

he actually ?????? listened ?????? to what u had to say 🤔🤔🤔🤔

he didn’t argue, he didn’t even throw around witty burns like he usually does w/o hesitation

u were like… is he ok

little do u know!!! he actually l*kes u 🤭🤭🤭

well… it’s not a 100% fact that HE himself knows as well

but his siblings caught on to his weird behaviour n figured smth was up

mark being one of hyuck’s closest friends n siblings in the apollo cabin, realised he was acting weird ever since yall got grouped together

he seemed nervous ⁉️ which he never ever is

he’s like the most confident person mark’s ever known

so mark was like *thinks*

after putting two and two together mark came to the conclusion that he might have a small crush on u

bc hyuck kept glancing over at u, kept talking abt how ur a good leader (he’s never gonna tell YOU that tho. he crossed his heart on that one)

mark was like i didn’t even ask but ok

mark was confused at first tho cuz everybody and their mom knows about your guys’ rivalry so why tf would hyuck have a crush on someone he considers his rival

mark decides not to get ahead of himself bc hey!!! maybe he doesn’t have a crush, maybe he just thinks ur a good leader

like that’s it u know?

LMAO 🤫

so anywayz where was i

ah right

the flag

OK SO ur team’s flag is yellow ! :D

it’s like the colour of sunflowers

you and donghyuck r in charge of guarding the flag while ur team members scout around for the other flags

easy peasy

you and donghyuck are at your base now, weapons drawn just in case

the flag is hung on a poll couple feet taller than you

you’re dressed in ur usual training clothes – a pair of washed out shorts, a very old orange camp half-blood shirt; your sword’s sheath hanging from one of the belt loops of your shorts

donghyuck’s dressed similarly – a pair of blue ripped jeans, the same orange camp shirt tucked into them, but he has a purple flannel on, which he takes off and ties around his waist

“it’s so freaking hot,” he says, mentally agreeing with the comment u made about apollo earlier

“tell me about it”

there’s a silence that follows, the only sound heard is the subtle flow of the creek water

you’re thankful for the silence

it’s easier to keep an ear open for opponents on their way to steal your flag

just as you think about it, an ares and a hades kid approach your base

they’re on the other side of the creek, less than ten to fifteen feet away

“hi y/n,” the hades kid you’re kind of close to says

you shoot him a fake smile before holding your sword in front of you

donghyuck pulls out an arrow from his quiver and nocks it in his bow, aiming for the two demigods in front of you

the creek isn’t that deep, so the two demigods cross it with ease

they have their weapons drawn; they’re now a couple of feet away from you and more importantly the flag

no words are said as donghyuck lets his arrow fly and knock the hades’ kid sword out of his hands

he didn’t use an arrow with a sharp tip, you note

the hades’ kid stumbles backwards, imbalanced after he gets unarmed

you stand your ground as the ares’ kid scrambles forward, attacking you with her sword

your blades clash defiantly

you continue to spar with all your might

from the corner of your eye you see that the hades’ kid, sword back in hand, is battling donghyuck on your left

the flag is right behind you and donghyuck; you can’t let the two demigods get near it

you and the ares kid are still battling each other, putting all your strength into making sure she surrenders

but u should know better

ares and athena kids have many similarities like their love for winning, their confidence in battle, etc.

it’s like looking in a mirror

you don’t have anything against this particular ares kid, though

“c’mon, y/n, give up already”

that REALLY makes your blood boil

you never give up, no matter what

with one final blow of your sword, you knock her sword out of her hands, making her think she distracted you with her words

she goes flying back, half her body landing in the creek water

her sword lies in between you and her, but you doubt she’ll have the courage to fight again

the hades kid sees this and quickly scrambles away from hyuck, picking up the ares kid’s sword and giving her a hand up

“this is why i hate you and your siblings–your huge ego always gets in the way,” you hear the hades kid grumble to his partner as they run away from you, shame written all over their defeat

hyuck laughs and wipes sweat from his forehead

you can’t help but laugh either

you love it here at 🧡 camp half-blood 🧡

a few moments pass as your teammates emerge from the dense woods, each pair with a different colour flag held between them

you smile in victory

you quickly bring down your flag from its pole and give it to hyuck

“me? it was your plan…”

“yeah, but i couldn’t have done it without you, hyuck”

he almost passes out at your choice of nickname

back at the main hall, chiron announces your team as the winner, and that the prize yall being excused from doing chores all week long!!!!

it’s not much, but hey, at least you and hyuck ended up working together and winning the game, right?

later, hyuck pulls you aside from your cabin mates, and walks you to the lakeside

you two sit at the deck, side by side, watching the water doing nothing in particular

you watch as hyuck swings his feet lightly, his toes barely touching the water

“y/n, do you hate me?” donghyuck asks out of the blue

you’re like 😳 what

now that he asks you that . like straight up . it makes u think

do u REALLY hate him

or do u just hate losing to him

“why would i hate you?” you question back

“i don’t know? i guess because of our, um, rivalry thing i thought you can’t stand me”

you play with the beads of your camp necklace

“i don’t hate you, donghyuck. i just hate losing. i guess it’s the athena in me,” you laugh at how lame you sound

“i hate losing too, but i don’t hate you, in case you’re wondering.”

he takes a deep breath

“i know we started going against one another ‘cause of that one time my cabin won capture the flag, but i don’t want things to stay this way,” he pushes his hair back

“i guess what i’m saying is… i like working with you.” he pauses

“yeah,” he says, as if more convinced now, “and i would really like to get to know you better,” he clears his throat, very clearly embarrassed

you laugh at his flustered state

“stop laughing at me,” he stretches the last syllable as he lightly shoves you with his shoulder

you’re trying even harder to not laugh now, but for his sake, you hold it in

“that’s probably the cutest thing you’ve ever said”

he crosses his arms, “i’m always cute”

you’re like. THE NERVE?????? 😒😒😒

“how ‘bout we go slow? i mean, we just became un-enemies, we’re gonna need to be friends first, right?” you poke his shoulder

“you make a good point”

“i’m literally athena’s child, but okay”

“shut up!”

✨ time skip ✨

both u and hyuck stay at camp over the holidays which means more bonding time!!! yay!!!!!

a year has passed and u and hyuck r basically bffs, attached at the hip, and everybody except mark is surprised as fuck

rmb the days when hyuck thought u were “cute”?

welp 🤭 he’s at that point where everything u do makes his heart flutter

yeah… he likes u Like A Lot

u have no clue abt his feelings for u and he has no clue abt ur feelings for him either

exactly a year after the iconic capture the flag game, ur both seated at the deck by the lakeside, side by side, again

“y/n…there’s something you need to know”

“if you’re gonna tell me about the mixtape you’re dropping with mark, i literally don’t want to hear it”

“THAT WAS ONE TIME”

“YOU GOT THE ENTIRE CAMP’S HOPES UP FOR NO REASON”

both of you burst into fits of laughter

after calming down, he shoves your shoulder lightly with his shoulder, like he always does (only to u tho)

“no, seriously, i need to tell you something”

“what’s up?”

“i,” he pauses, clears his throat, “like you. a lot–i have for a while now.”

you swear your heart stops beating and your brain explodes

HE? LIKES? U?????????

he continues, “i don’t know if you like me back, but i’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long–guess i didn’t have the courage until recently,” he lets out an airy laugh

you’re looking at him in the eyes now; a subtle shimmer of the afternoon sun sparkling in his eyes

“hyuck, i like you too. how could i possibly not?” you chuckle at his shocked expression

he goes :O

he’s genuinely speechless when you lean forward and press your lips ever so softly onto his

you literally feel him freeze, which worries you for a second, but your worry is washed away when he slowly kisses you back

you melt right then and there

he takes your hand in his, interlocking fingers, as you pull away, a faint pink blush painting both your cheeks

“wow”

“really, y/n? that’s all you have to say? what happened to being wisdom’s child, huh?”

“donghyuck, i SWEAR to ALL THE GODS–!”

your sentence is cut off when he presses his lips onto yours again, you smile into the kiss which causes him to smile with you

he kisses you again and again, and then again, until you’re both a giggling mess

“let’s stay like this forever, yeah? what do you say?” he says, bringing his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back and looking at you

you look at your intertwined hands, and then back up at him, “i’d like that”

#lee donghyuck #lee haechan #donghyuck fluff #haechan fluff #donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #donghyuck imagines #haechan imagines #donghyuck headcanons #haechan headcanons #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct bullet imagines #haechan bullet imagines #donghyuck bullet imagines #mine

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beboppop · 4 years ago

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Insert Clever title

Anyway uhhh I just wanna do a Drabble based on a br! Idea I had (unfinished ngl fucking gave up)

I might rewrite this in the near future cuz it just,,,,,doesn’t stick. I had a few ideas planned that didn’t make the cut and I wanna add them back

At first he doesn’t notice, it’s more like a blip in the corner of your eye. The second time it happens he manages to convince himself its a trick of the eye. After all seeing a chair glitch was crazy-

It didn’t keep him from making worried glances towards the audience.

Maybe on any other day, he’d turn to the closest person and ask if they saw anything...alarming. However he’d actually feel like pure shit to ruin the mood of one of the most important days in their lives.

It was graduation, highschool was basically finished and all of his classmates were ready to embrace being pro heroes!

Izuku was pulled from his thoughts as another...glitch? Something was happening but-

Why wasn’t anyone reacting?

He anxiously waited for a sign, a hitch, a stumble, anything, to show that there is a threat.

Nothing happened.

“Young Midoriya! It’s your turn,” Toshinori nudged him. Izuku looked up and realized belatedly that Aizawa must have called for his name when he wasn’t paying attention.

He hurridly scampered on stage, which must have been a comical sight, judging from the spreaded laughter. Taking his place at the stand, Izuku took a deep breath to steady himself.

Looking back up onto the crowd, he couldn’t help the gasp that came from his mouth. Whatever he was seeing earlier, was spreading. The horizons were something akin to static that hurt to look at.

He looked back to the audience, noticing the worried stares of his mentor and the calculating one of his teacher. That felt like a nail on the coffin because if anyone was to notice whatever the fuck was happening, it would be Aizawa.

It must be a trick of the mind, did I accidentally get hit with a quirk?

Clearing his throat, Izuku started his speech and hoped he didn’t stutter through it.

“-concluding this, I’d like to thank those who’ve supported me and my dreams-“

Oh god.

The closer he got to the end of his speech, the more the static consumed. It reached the back of the crowd and he wanted so badly to talk or do something about it but no one was reacting.

Why aren’t they seeing it?

He choked through the end and threw his fist into the air yelling, “Plus Uľ̵̩t̸̲̓r̶͕̾a̸̘̎!̵̱̈́”̶͕̈

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an ever changing galaxy, glowing threads littered it, as if each star attached all so important. the true universe, the backstage. They reached towards the glowing threads a feel of want. A gently coaxing band turned them back towards H̸̛̩͖̝̺͉͙̮͊̿̃̒͝Ơ̸͉̘̣̞͎̠̝̗̼͙̫̲̫͗̈́̆̎̋̄̽̈̆͌͊̆̕M̴̢̡͙̩̟̮͉͙̣̀̿̂̎͋Ẽ̷̜̰̺̓̀̎̅?̴̯͍̮͕̃̑̂̿̎̑͗̈

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Izuku woke up feeling slightly worse than usual, briefly he wondered if it was because of his mother’s new dish last night, but pushed that thought away. It didn’t matter he just knew he had to get ready for school.

Something itched under his skin though, as though something was wrong. Izuku rubbed the back of his way too thin neck.

His mom wished him luck and had him set off for school.

His walk to school was routine at this point but it almost felt like he wanted to, go somewhere else? It wasn’t a pleasant feeling and it was carried throughout the day.

In math he looked down at his notes and was alarmed at what he wrote down. It was a sketch of a young man with hair split down in half. Red on one side and white on the other. His costume wasn’t anything to gawk at but the notes beside it almost seemed..real?

Notes on weaknesses and strengths and ideas in applications.

#br!au #glitch #bnha #boku no hero academia #izuku midoriya #othrr people #drabble #my writing

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sparrowwritings · 4 years ago

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Final Fantasy 14 Writing Challenge Day Five: “Luck is believing you’re lucky.” - Tennessee Williams

Day Four -- Masterpost -- Day Six

This one has many OC cameos from my and my friends’ characters. Not all of them get named (and the PoV character can’t “see” more than silhouettes for Reasons) so I’m gonna put the list (and links to pictures) of OCs right here before the fic alongside links to the tumblrs of those who own them so you can go check them out.

Balthasar and Catrene Luvere (also known as Cat) as well as the briefly mentioned Fortunato DeFleur (Ser Not-appearing-in-this-fic) belong to @thedovahcat Roger has also belonged to her from the beginning as a reminder.

The pirate miqo’te lady is R’owahn and she belongs to @scoobydew4u

The polite midlander lady is Helena Bellveil and belongs to @chocolatebunnycake

The elezen lady who (rightly) wants nothing to do with this nonsense is Atalanta Sellecerre and belongs to corvusyn (this is to his twitter)

And last but certainly not least the miqo’te asshole who’s late to the party is A’ndru Lowrey and belongs to @clockworkpriest

Rennis and Bailey Gatlin as well as Lara are all my babies, tho.

Apologies if anyone sounds OOC!

One encounters many things on life’s journey. Particularly when one is not bound to the same rules that most people live by. Sometimes what one encounters is a particularly entertaining--if somewhat mundane--moment in time as one wanders through life.

Balthasar had been sitting quietly at a table to himself. The hood of his short cloak covered all except a few strands of his sandy hair and his staff was set on a wall next to him as he took in the atmosphere of the Drowning Wench. It was just past noon so the usual lunch crowds had died off, leaving some folk behind chit-chatting as the barmaids cleaned the now empty tables. He was people watching, which to an outside observer would seem impossible considering his blindness. That fact had yet to discourage him, though.

The large doors to the tavern swung open and Balthasar turned his head to face the sound. Using a sense beyond sight, his lip curled slightly upwards as he observed (a passable if inaccurate word for what he was doing) the newest two midlander guests. One was tall, armor clad and bearing a shield on his back. His bearing was not nearly as confident as most others similarly outfitted. In fact, he seemed overly cautious of his surroundings though that did not prevent a minor stumble as he almost missed one of the steps leading into the main dining area. His companion was far smaller, though one would be mistaken in thinking she was the same height, for all she was able to keep the armor-clad one from falling on his face. Her outfit was a mix of leather and cloth typical of someone who uses magic in combat regularly. She was the more bold of the two, stepping smoothly around the people relocating themselves and leading her companion in something of a dance to attempt to follow suit.

They barely managed to sit at one of the larger tables without injury, though it wasn’t this display that Balthasar was interested in. The color of ordinary objects escaped his “sight” and so didn’t matter to him nearly so much as the aether that he actually used to “see” his surroundings. These two individuals were like twin suns amongst the twinkling stars of the other patrons. Touched by Hydaelyn herself. The Warriors of Light.

Not for the first time, he was thankful for the cloth covering his eyes. He still couldn’t look at the two of them directly, but Balthasar could keep a metaphorical eye on them at least.

As he was busy contemplating how to potentially approach them, a steadily growing argument brought his attention to the people seated on the other side of the table that the Warriors of Light had sat at. It took a bit of concentration to focus on the speakers instead of the brightness at the edge of his vision, but he managed. Two lalafell--one significantly taller than the other, even while sitting--were talking with a young miqo’te woman who, from the sound of it, was on the verge of outright hissing at them.

“Look I’m not sayin’ it ain’t possible, all I’m sayin’ is that ya can’t just force luck ta work for ya like that.” The shorter of the lalafell, a male from his tone, snorted. “Luck’s just somethin’ that happens, that’s all. No controllin’ nothin’.”

“Oh come on,” The tail of the miqo’te woman swished behind her. “You literally can’t say that when you’ve fucking met the best example of being lucky. It’s the only explanation to why he hasn’t gotten killed yet.”

“Lowrey don’t count, Cat. Especially cuz if that’s the case then it’d get cancelled out by Fortun’s lack of it.”

“It does seem weird that he’d start a business when he’s got the worst every day luck I’ve ever seen in my life…” The taller lalafell, female in tone, observed. It seemed to be mostly for her own sake then to forward any conversation.

“Then how do you explain it, Ren?” The miqo’te woman apparently named Cat demanded.

“I don’t know but it sure as shit ain’t somethin’ as stupid as ‘luck is believin’ yer lucky.’ He’s fed ya more bullshit an’ ya say ya don’t follow anythin’ he says but CLEARLY yer doin’ it.” Ren, the shorter lalafell jabbed a finger into the table in front of him to emphasize his point.

“I dunno, it’s sound logic t’me.” Another patron spoke up. All eyes at the table (including those of the Warriors of Light) turned towards the speaker. She was another miqo’te woman, but compared to Cat her outfit spoke more of pirate than former street urchin. Not that there was any shortage of either in Limsa Lominsa. “Can’t tell you how many times someone I know ought’ve died and claimed to live thanks to a charm they already thought was lucky. If that’s not luck because of believing in luck, I dunno what is.”

Ren let out a frustrated groan. “Yeah but what about all th’ other times that ain’t life-’r-death when th’ charm didn’t work? Like shit breakin’ as they sat or losin’ a job or th’ like? Ya wanna call that havin’ luck cuz ya believe yer lucky?”

“My apologies for intruding, but I must concur with the gentleman here.” While the discussion had been happening, another midlander woman had made her way from her table to where the others were talking. She gave a short, polite nod at the sudden attention before continuing to speak. “Luck cannot be objectively observed, and so there is no reason to conclude that one can control the appearance of it merely by belief.”

“THANK you.” The relief in Ren’s voice was obvious.

“As such, it’s difficult to say that luck even does exist.” The woman pushed at the ridge of her nose which Balthasar took to mean she was pushing a pair of spectacles back into place.

“Luck definitely exists, ma’am.” The pirate miqo’te woman cut in.

“I have certainly observed instances where the confluence of events have led to ultimately positive outcomes. I also do not deny that some people seem to attract more positive outcomes with seemingly no work put into the effort. Objectively speaking, however, it’s impossible to prove such a thing as luck exists. Preparedness for any eventuality is far more reliable.”

“Well duh it’s more reliable but that’s not the fucking point!” Cat stood up from her seat to point at the woman.

More people seemed to be drawn into the conversation like water down a drain, whether or not they were interested in also participating. The door opened again and Balthasar watched as an elezen woman in what appeared to be dancer’s gear strode into the Drowning Wench. She paused, cocked her head and seemed to listen for a few seconds before turning and avoiding the whole discussion by walking along the edge of the crowd towards the desk where the guild leves were issued. Within moments she’d received her assignment and left the building without a second glance behind her. No one else appeared to have noticed.

When he turned his attention back to the conversation, more folk were actively adding their voices to the chaos. The only ones who didn’t seem to be participating were the Warriors of Light. This didn’t last, as the lalafell woman from the start of it all turned towards them like a ship turns for a lighthouse in the dark. “You two’ve been pretty quiet this whole time.” She made a gesture at her companions, who had both gotten up though the lalafell man stood on his chair to attempt to be of the same eye level as everyone else. “Anything you wanna add about luck?”

Balthasar steeled himself to get a more direct look towards the brightness of the twin aethers. He “looked” just in time for the silhouettes of the two to look at each other and shrug. The female Warrior of Light said, “I dunno, I’ve always seen luck ebb and flow like the tides. One minute you’re celebrating a victory over a tough foe, the next a natural disaster happens.”

The male Warrior of Light said, “I mean, sure I’ve made it through a ton of things by a hair, but I’ve never felt lucky while doing it. Does that count?”

Before she could reply, the door opened once more, though this time with a bang. Balthasar, quietly relieved to have something else to focus on, took in the appearance of an older miqo’te man at the same time as the crowd did. He wore nearly all leather, with fur coming out of the collar of his jacket. The man was all swagger as he raised his arms to each side and declared, “Guess who’s the luckiest motherfucker on the planet?”

Dead silence greeted him.

The spell was broken when Cat slammed her hand against the table and growled, “You asshole! The one time you could’ve been fucking useful!” After that, more chaos than even the previous discussion had garnered ensued.

Balthasar smiled and continued sitting in his perch. He’d keep observing until the entertainment died down or the Warriors of Light had finally made their exit. Mundane though this scene was, it was yet another affirmation that life would always keep him guessing in spite of his vast amounts of time spent living.

How quaint.

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mrsbhandari · 4 years ago

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More Than Enough

a/n: this is a fic that is kinda a part 2 to this ask because the lovely @theeccentricbibliophile was looking for the actual threesome teehee so i wrote one teeheeeeeeeeeeeee

also idk why but as much as i LOVE Dom!Oliver, i been feelin Sub!Oliver recently so enjoy kfjdlkjfk

hell is hot today people but its fine cuz my mom keeps the house cold

words: 2k

warnings: threesome, heavy smut, like DEADASS

summary: Oliver doesn’t like sharing, but Edward comes around.

“I refuse to share, especially with a pirate,” Oliver spat, crossing his arms and walking to the wall to try and make the room feel less cramped with three people crowding it.

“Oliver, have you forgotten that I’m a pirate?” Eden crossed her arms and pointedly ignored Edward, who had begun snickering from his seat on the bed. He had already begun to take his shoes off, and Oliver scoffed.

“Please, make yourself at home in my cabin.”

“I intend to, Lieutenant.” The title made Oliver shift in his shoes as a blush crept up his neck, forcing him to look away. Eden, however, caught it and planned to use it to her advantage.

“Aw, Oliver, aren’t you curious?” She walked over to him and pressed close, wrapping a loose strand of his hair around her finger. He sent a nervous glance to the pirate on the bed, who was staring intently at him, before looking back into the dark eyes of the time traveler whose gaze was divided between his lips and his eyes. She stood on her tiptoes and placed her mouth right next to his ear, breath making his spine shake. The position forced his eyes elsewhere, and Edward’s eyes, authoritative and commanding, were his final target. The captain was sitting comfortably on the bed, face blank but eyes full of the thoughts that were slowly beginning to seep into Oliver’s mind. “If anything, I would be sharing you with Edward, don’t you think?”

Oliver stammered, but his eye contact couldn’t be broken with the captain. “I--What…? What do you mean?” Edward raised an eyebrow and smirked, making Oliver’s knees nearly buckle. How is he so damn attractive?

“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, my love,” she whispered, stepping back but remaining close to him. Oliver was still staring over her head at the man on the bed.

“I…” he trailed off, mind flashing with visuals of the captain shirtless above him, panting as Oliver sucked on hi--

Wait.

“What’ll it be, pretty boy?” Edward asked, voice rough in a way that sent heat directly to Oliver’s dick. The next words out of his mouth were barely thought out, but he didn’t seem to care.

“I want to.”

“What was that? Couldn’t understand through your accent,” Edward taunted, fire of a challenge heating the tension between them.

“Fuck off, pirate.” Edward was up in a flash and crossed the room in 3 steps before taking Oliver’s face in one large hand. A few inches shorter than him, Edward tugged his head down to his height, silver ring digging into his cheek almost painfully.

“What did you just say?” Oliver could feel his dick twitch in his pants, but he quickly glanced over to Eden, who stood just a hair off to the side, watching the interaction. “Did I say you could look at her?” Edward tightened his hold, bringing Oliver’s gaze back to his. Oliver’s breath was coming out quicker and his heart was racing as he felt Eden’s hand drift to his pants, fingers sliding over his bulge in the effort to unbutton them.

“So hard so quickly, Lieutenant.” His hard cock jumped in her hand at the title and she laughed, making a wave of heat rush to his face. “Aw, do you like being called that? How naughty…” She wrapped her lips around the tip, tonguing his slit that was already wet with precum. He choked a groan, but couldn’t hold it back when Edward’s rough stubble scraped his skin as he pressed a trail of kisses down the soldier’s throat. Oliver’s eyes squinted shut as he enjoyed the sensory overload, every hickey from the captain and flick of the tongue from the time traveler bringing him closer to bliss. All too soon, Eden’s warm mouth left his skin, and he couldn’t help the small whimper that fell from his lips.

“Poor boy, unable to get off, hm?” Edward breathed, hot air fanning over the already sensitive bites littering the Lieutenant’s throat. “I’m going to make you beg for it.” He stepped away from him and grabbed Eden’s hand to pull her up and towards the bed, where she quickly shed her clothes and laid on the thick comforter. Ever cool and casual, Edward simply leaned against the wall next to her, cold eyes fixed on Oliver and his clear confusion in the role he was supposed to be playing. Luckily, Eden was ever eager to catch him up.

“C’mere, handsome,” she breathed, crooking a finger to beckon him closer and smiling easily at him when Oliver briefly glanced towards Edward. He wasn’t sure why he was asking permission, but he couldn’t deny that the small nod he got from the pirate as a go-ahead was thrilling. “Good boy,” she purred as he walked into her open arms, shedding a thin shirt and pants as he went. She pulled his chin down much like Edward had and kissed him, lips insistent and urgent against his until she lightly pulled on his hair to move his mouth down, letting him forge his own path down her collarbone and breasts. Edward continued to watch, palming himself as Oliver finally reached Eden’s core, hot breath against her skin making her moan loudly. After a few minutes of her groans, he kicked off the wall and ran a hand down Oliver’s spine, stopping just before the curve of his ass. The Lieutenant’s hand meandered to wrap around his cock, but Edward ripped it away and held it behind his back, the pain mixing with the pleasure of having Eden’s juices on his tongue.

“Do you want someone to make you come, huh?” Edward asked, tugging Oliver’s head up by his hair. “Answer me.”

“Yes, I want to come, captain.” The term slipped out, and Oliver was surprised at himself until he heard a deep laugh from behind him.

“Captain, eh?” Edward winked at Eden over Oliver’s shoulder, where a deep red was reaching from both the teasing and the fact that he was between two of the most attractive people he’d ever met, pirates or no. “I like that coming from you.” Edward reached forward to insert two fingers into Eden, who threw her head back against the pillow as he curled his fingers. Oliver was tense beneath him, trying to figure out his next move, when Edward pulled his fingers, now coated in her arousal, out of her and immediately ran them around the rim of Oliver’s hole, tight and hot.

“Ah!” Oliver gasped, eyes fluttering closed as he pushed back against his hand, eager for Edward to enter him as soon as possible. A calloused hand landed on his ass, making him hiss.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I want you to beg, Oliver.” There were already tears in his eyes as another slap sounded throughout the room. Eden’s finger swiped along his cheek, and he realized he was crying.

“Please, fuck, Captain. I want to come from your cock, I’m begging you! You make me feel so good--ah, fuck!” he pleaded and yelped when Edward inserted a single finger into him while simultaneously rubbing the bruised flesh of his ass.

“So greedy…Eden, do you think he wants my cock as bad as he says he does?”

“Hm…” She stroked Oliver’s jaw, still close to her folds as he panted from the stimulation of one finger inside him, brushing his prostate. A particularly hard movement of his thick finger had Oliver gasping, breath against her clit making her even wetter.

“Let’s play a game, then.” Edward added another finger and pumped them steadily in and out of Oliver as he explained. “Make her feel good and I’ll consider fucking you.” He patted his red flesh. “Sound good?”

“Yes, sir.”

“So obedient!” Eden giggled, the statement tapering off into a moan as his lips attached to her clit, sucking harshly. His hands flew to her thighs as she began to squirm, holding her down for easier access to her core as his tongue slipped inside her, saliva mixing with her juices as he ravaged her. Edward thrusted his fingers deep inside him, making the lieutenant moan into Eden’s skin. The sounds filling the room were downright filthy, but the three couldn’t find it within themselves to care as each were so focused on helping the other find pleasure.

“Oliver, I--” she gasped, back arching and eyes shut as she rocked against his mouth, the added movement sending her over the edge. “Fuck, don’t stop!” A hand from behind him tangled itself in his hair, holding his head down to keep his mouth on her as she continuously came into his mouth, her cum dripping down his chin and onto the sheets below them. Edward rubbed a hand on Oliver’s ass again, humming in approval.

“Eden, love, did that feel good?” he asked as Oliver panted between her thighs. The sight of Oliver with his ass in the air and his knees spread as he leaned down to kiss the plump skin was all too erotic, and Edward took a mental picture in case this was the last time they did this. However, with the way Oliver was pressing his backside closer to Edward, he doubted it.

“It was, Oliver’s such a good boy for us.”

“I have to agree.” Edward ran his hands up and down Oliver’s thighs, drawing out a whimper that made the captain laugh. “Aw, are you that desperate for my cock?” The lieutenant spread his knees even more, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“Please, Captain, I need you,” he sobbed, missing the smile that Edward flashed as he lined up his cock with Oliver’s entrance.

“Just what I like to hear.” With a slow thrust, Edward buried himself inside Oliver, who felt like he was going to pass out from the delicious stretch. Eden laid below him, smothering him with kisses and gently rubbing his shoulders. “Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around me, Ollie.”

His voice was shaky and cracked easily. “Don’t...call me that.” Edward laughed and shifted his hips, brushing directly against Oliver’s prostate.

“I think I can call you whatever I want right now, can’t I?” Oliver opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a loud groan when Edward thrusted again. “That’s what I thought.”

“Edward, you’re such a tease,” Eden laughed, pressing a small kiss to Oliver’s nose and prompting a blissed out smile from the lieutenant.

“He loves it, just look at him.” Edward began thrusting at a steady pace, lewd sound of skin against skin reverberating off the walls. “Look at how greedily he takes my cock.”

“Such a good boy,” Eden repeated, running her fingers through his hair and tugging to pull his face up when he fell forward in pleasure.

“Please,” Oliver whispered, tears pricking his eyes as he approached his orgasm, bliss beginning to wash over him as Edward picked up his pace.

“That’s right, baby, come for us,” Eden encouraged, prompting a low groan from the captain.

“Come all over the sheets, Ollie.” He punctuated it with a sharp slap that sent Oliver tumbling over the edge, his cum decorating the blanket below him with strings of white as he nearly collapsed. He clenched around Edward’s cock and, feeling his orgasm rapidly approaching him, he pulled out of Oliver and flipped him over to shoot his own load over the muscular lieutenant, ropes stringing between the sculpted abs and perfect pectorals. Edward sucked in a breath at the sight, and he nearly felt his heart stop beating as Eden reached over to lick up a small pool of his cum off Oliver, who could barely process what happened.

“Holy shit,” he breathed, watching Eden lick a stripe up to his nipple before taking it between her lips and sucking lightly.

“I agree,” was Edward’s gruff agreement as he bent down and joined Eden in cleaning Oliver off, tongue intent on exploring every inch of skin possible. Over his belly button, the two pirates met in a heated kiss, letting Oliver watch as it happened directly above him and made his dick twitch back to life. After a few minutes, he sat up and grabbed Edward’s chin in his hand to kiss him before turning and doing the same to Eden.

“Round 2?”

#n*fw text #oliver x mc #Oliver #oliver distant shores #distant shores oliver #edward mortemer #oliver x edward x mc #fanfiction #distant shores #distant shores choices #choices distant shores

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beastenraged · 4 years ago

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Now for the character meta you never asked for: Ruse, from Tell Me That I’m Real! Under the cut, cuz it’s long.

The first thing I have to keep in mind while writing Ruse is how curious she is.

She is surrounded by a new world she’s always been a fan of, working in ways she never really considered. Magic is real and Ruse wants to know how to use it, how it changes a world so real to her now. A desire to see truth, in the Light and Dark. She is full of my curiosity, gifted to her.

That curiosity has the side-effect of making her seem younger than she really is. As well as giving her a degree of naivety, since it’s operating off of a base of already acquired knowledge. She miscalculates dealing with Axel, for example, since Ruse is thinking about his later redemption that has been a solid fact in the KH community for what, almost a decade?

Ruse asks all kinds of questions and isn’t afraid to ask questions. She makes comparisons to her past nerd interests and considers how to make magic fit into her current thoughts/theories.

Another thing to consider...Ruse is selfish. Well, sort of. She’s certainly interested in living and keeping her existence ongoing, which can be read as selfish in a universe where pretty much all of the heroes dramatically sacrifice themselves for their friends and it is the villains who attempt self-preservation.

Never forget that she didn’t grab Naminé, at the start, with the intention of saving her. No, Ruse grabbed Naminé because she was afraid that Naminé would destroy her and everything she is, by taking her memories away.

Saving Naminé is a happy accident, one that leads to her closest and first friendship in this new world.

Ruse will fight tooth-and-nail to continue living. Her tendency to hold grudges (at least compared to most of the heroic cast) is a direct manifestation of this. Her grudges against Vexen and Axel are a direct result of them almost killing her (or allowing her to be seriously injured) and thus she can’t trust them to help her survive. Thus, the grudges.

But again, being surrounded by heroes that will all sacrifice themselves for each other...that kind of self-preservation stands out. A lot.

Ruse has a tendency to go along with the flow. Had Vexen not handed her over to Marluxia and Larxene, it’s quite possible that Ruse would have done nothing to really change the “plot” of Chain of Memories other than to act to preserve her existence. She went along with tormenting Riku after all, instead of going against that idea.

She agrees to fight in the arena for Pain and Panic, even after they briefly torment her, simply because they suggest the idea to her.

Ruse helps people but oftentimes those individuals have to suggest that they need assistance in the first place before she even thinks to act in their favor. Exceptions are persons that Ruse 100% knows will be in trouble and will have no timely assistance canon-wise such as Xion.

Otherwise, Ruse is far too content in the idea that eventually the story/world she occupies will have a happy ending. She’ll act if that happy ending doesn’t come soon enough for her tastes, but otherwise will allow events to run their course. In that way, her characterization mirrors both Young Xehanort and Luxu.

In how she differs from the two, however, is that she views the people she interacts with as people and will help them if they are in trouble instead of doing nothing. She over-emphasizes, even, as happens with her reaction to Vexen’s death.

In cases of “fight or flight,” Ruse runs. She fights only when her back is up against the wall and she is quite aware how “weak” she is on the scale of world-breaking fighters that occupy the Kingdom Hearts story. Monsters? No problem! Any more intelligent foe? Er...

In reality, Ruse is not as weak as she thinks. Replicas heal faster than the norm and magic makes everyone so much sturdier. How else is there no “falling damage” in Kingdom Hearts? Well, as long as one lands on their feet...

She is also clever and seeks to use anything to her advantage. Examples include using her shield as a sled to get away from Xigbar (er, attempt to), taking out the Absent Silhouette in a method that did not use fighting it head on, and her various usages of ice magic (most of them flashy and for “a crowd”).

It’s simply difficult to think of oneself as a decent fighter when everyone else is so much better. When you’ve got prodigies Sora and Riku on the board, and other individuals who have fought from the very start of their existence (such as Xion and Roxas, and various Nobodies). Along with the very solid fact that Ruse knows that the Riku Replica wasn’t supposed to survive beyond Chain of Memories.

As a result, her faith in her own ability to win suffers. She can fight Heartless and other monsters just fine, but anyone can do that, right? (Not really.)

But then, most “victories” in Tell Me That I’m Real aren’t based on martial prowess anyway. This isn’t a video game, after all, with only a few scripted options.

But most of all, most importantly, Ruse is lonely. She spent enough of her past life alone that she hungers for company. The way she chatters all the time, how eager she is to befriend those she comes across, clinging to Naminé, calling Riku and Xion her siblings...

In the name of quenching that loneliness, she will make stupid decisions.

She will interact with individuals that she knows are enemies such as Young Xehanort in order to make it go away. As long as they’re not hurting anyone...it’s all justification.

Ruse is a river and anyone can channel a river to their own ends. Or dam one.

It’s simply dependent on which path one chooses.

#oc ruse #Tell Me Verse #character meta #my character meta #possibility inaccurate since this is my own oc and being objective is hard #fic spoilers

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 5 years ago

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Beehaw sequel

@biggreenneatbox asked for a continuation using the prompt “That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be.”

I don’t usually write fight scenes so I gave it my best shot. I hope you enjoy 😊

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“Aw, c’mon, sugar. How about you take a seat right here?”

Blake, from the corner of her eye, could see Yang gritting her teeth. The cowgirl didn’t usually intervene when the saloon staff were having issues. She knew that they could handle it. But she also had a very low tolerance for the crowd that takes to harassing the women who worked there.

Yang certainly made for an intimidating figure if you didn’t bother to get to know her. Tight blue jeans, a well fitted plaid shit with the sleeves rolled up to reveal biceps that could definitely lift a tractor, mud caked boots and a hat with the brim pulled way down low. Not many people tried to tango with her.

But because she was a city slicker, some folks tended to think that Blake was more… demure when it came to such things. But despite how feminine she dressed at work, what with her tight, black corset and mid-shin length skirt, she knew how to handle herself and she appreciated that Yang respected that.

“Sorry, honey.” Blake said mockingly, the endearment sounding closer to “fuck off” more than anything. “But I’m a lady. We don’t sit with shit.” Blake grinned sharply when the man sputtered. “Now shut the fuck up and drink your drink. Oh and one more thing?” She crooned, leaning down onto table, tray in hand, when she saw his eyes dart over to one of the other younger barmaids. “If you so as much as look at one of my girls wrong, I will make you wish your mama never gave birth to you. Am I clear?”

The man leaned back in his chair and looked away, a furious snarl on his face. Blake narrowed her eyes and, quicker than a rattler, grabbed his chin and forcefully made him look at her. She knew what it was like to be ensnared by a man like him and she was not about to let one of her employees, whom she considered to be like her sisters, be sent down a similar path.

“I believe I asked you a question. Now, I was told you country folk are real polite. So how about you show me some of that southern hospitality and answer it?”

“Yes, ma’am. Crystal clear, ma’am.”

Blake narrowed her eyes for a moment and pulled back.

“Good. Lovely chatting with you, gentlemen, but I have a job to do.”

And with that, she walked behind the bar and placed her tray down, grabbing a rag and cleaning the counter as Yang walked up to her.

“Well, that was a thing.” The blonde drawled, tipping her hat up to look at Blake with a pleased grin. “You were right. You can handle yerself. I’m pretty sure I sure piss running down his leg.”

“Why, Miss Xiao Long.” Blake said, playfully poking her friend on the nose. “Those sorts of compliments might land you in trouble.”

“Oh? What sorta trouble?” Yang said leaning forward, smirking. Blake mimicked her, letting their noses brush.

“The kind that bites.” Blake murmured, clacking her teeth together just a hair length away from the cowgirl’s nose, delighting in the surprised squeal that followed.

“Hey, no-“

“Well, well, well, boys. Look what we got here. The boss was right. ‘Er whelp is right here. How’s ‘bout we show ‘er what happens when you show our boss no manners.”

“Blake. Get the girls in the back. This is goin’ to be a real storm and I don’ want y’all caught up in it.”

Blake took one look at the men who had walked. Bandits. She quickly ushered the other women into the cellar before grabbing her skirt and quickly and expertly wrapped it around each of her legs and tied it off, forming makeshift trousers. Why Ozpin insisted on dresses would always piss her off. More now than ever.

“C’mon, boys. We don’ want any altercations. Leave and y’all can go back to Raven with no injuries.”

A shot rang out and Blake moved, running behind the bar as the brawl started and sliding along the ground to grab her glock pistol (briefly uttering a silent thank you to her mother) and stood up, covering Yang as she leapt over the counter and took cover. Blake ducked down as a stream of bullets were sent her way.

“I thought I tol’ you to get to cover!” She growled, pulling out her revolvers and loading them.

“Technically, you only told me to get the girls in the back.” Blake shouted as she leaned up to take out a couple of the bandits and ducked for cover again.

“Yer a real smartass.” Yang huffed, as she took out a woman who had a gun… with a knife tapped to it? What in the name of the Brothers was that shit?! “Yer smart. You know exactly what I wanted.”

“Eh. I’ve never been one for following orders. Why do you think my rap sheet so long?” Blake smirked as they both reloaded and stood up, vaulting over the table. As they landed, Blake grabbed a tea tray and hurled it one of the men. When he stumbled, she ran forward and used her momentum to jump up and swing around his neck and pull him backwards, choking him out until he passed out. When a silver haired woman tried to stab her, she dodged and threw a right swing at her, effectively knocking her out. She heard Yang let out an snort and turned to see her fighting five men at once, expertly ducking under flying fists and striking until there were only two and sending her feet slamming into one’s head and her fist into the other’s jaw, flattening them in no time flat.

“Alright, sweetheart. Let’s see…” their leader frowned, his gun jamming. Blake cocked a hip and crossed her arms, a smirk forming on her lips. This poor, sorry son of a bitch.

“You can call me sweetheart…” Yang drawled, advancing on the man and wrapping her hand around his throat and aiming one of her revolvers to his head. “Or you can call me sir.” She finished in a snarl.

“Yes… sir.” He choked out, gasping lightly.

“Yer gon’ tell Raven that if she ever sends her men my way again, I’ll burn her to the ground. Ya hear me, boy?” Yang growled, voice low. A stark contrast to the woman that Blake had wrapped around her little finger.

“I hear ya, sir!”

Yang let out a thoughtful hum before leading him to the door. Blake followed, ready to shoot if any other bandits were waiting outside.

“Now git. I don’ want to see yer face ‘round here again.”

And with that, she threw him down the stairs. They watched him run off with his tail between his legs. Yang then walked over to the railing, turned her back to it and leaned against it, staring at Blake with a raised eyebrow.

“So…my city slicker knows how to fight.” She said softly, smile warm and tired.

“Oh… your city slicker, huh?” Blake crooned, enjoying the fact that the cowgirl immediately got flustered.

“Uh- I’m- I mean-“

“Oh this is cute. You can fight a bunch bandits off and win in a five to one fight but you’re so easy to fluster.” Blake teased, coming up to the cowgirl and leaning in, hands on her shoulders.

“Only with you.” Yang whispered, face going red. Blake felt her heart stutter. “Maybe you jus’ know what to do to mess wi’ me cuz this ain’t the first life we’ve met in.”

Blake ducked her head, suddenly seeing what the shoe looked like on the other foot. It had been easy, light flirtation until now. Nothing too serious. But she felt the pull from the moment she met the cowgirl, seeing her with a split lip and a cheeky grin.

“Maybe not.” She whispered back, lifting her head to lean in closer to Yang’s mouth. She felt the other woman’s hands rest on her hips, as easily as though they were made for each other. “But I’m certainly glad that I’ve got you in this one.”

And with that, she pressed forward, kissing Yang softly as a pleased hum escaped her. Yang tilted her head, deepening the kiss as her hands ran up Blake’s back.

Blake, however, didn’t want to make things too easily. So she gave a sharp shove against her cowgirl’s chest, knocking her over the railing and into the water trough.

“B-Blake! What the hell?!” Yang yelled up at her, confused.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I told you that this’ll keep happening if you scare off my patrons.” Blake laughed leaning in the rail and leaning her arms on the railing. “Tonight is no different. Although,” she said thoughtfully. “I guess it wasn’t your fault.”

“That got a lot more complicated than it needed to be, I’ll admit. But now I gotta ride back to the ranch all wet.” Goddamn that pout.

“You could always come back to my place and dry off?” Blake suggested before narrowing her eyes at the playful grin. “And I do mean just mean dry off.”

“Of course.” Yang smiled up at her as she wiggles out of the trough. “I plan on wooing you first.” The charm didn’t land because, as Yang tried to step out, her horse, Ember, came over and bumped Yang with her head, bringing the blonde crashing down to the dirt. The horse almost appeared amused.

“Wow. I can feel the wooing. I am wooed. Carry me away into the sunset, oh hero of mine, for my knees are weak.” Blake drawled sarcastically.

“Shuddup.”

“Make me.”

Blake let out a laugh as Yang jumped up to give chase.

“Yang! No.”

“C’mere! I jus’ want a hug!”

Maybe things did get more complicated than she expected. But she was more than okay with that.

#rwby #blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #fanfic

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donnieluvsthings · 4 years ago

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anyway i’m still thinkin about roceit newsies au...this got SO LONG its basically a bullet fic of the whole plot at this point but uh enjoy!!! its has all the sides and remy and emile bc i rly wanted to shove them all in here aldkaldka

this is based on the musical mostly bc i have never watched the original movie all the way thru oops

roman is jack and remus is crutchie (thanks boop). remus does crazy stunts even with his crutch and roman is Constantly Worried TM and overprotective of remus even tho remus can DEF take care of himself

on the other hand remus knows roman hates working as a newsboy and just wants to escape to some small town where he can become a local artist of some sort. remus wants roman to go CHASE his DREAMS even tho he’s afraid roman might leave him behind

roman may be the actor but remus is great at coming up with gruesome yet intriguing headlines that get people to buy papers and would totally be a great author of some sort

ON THAT NOTE roman dreams of santa fe and can picture it perfectly but whenever he tries to explain it, it comes out as senseless rambling and longing. it’s remus who can really put into words what roman feels (bc theyre bros and they just GET each other)

virgil as davey, patton as les, logan as sarah (its the musical but they have an extra sibling okay. let me have older brother logan)

virgil and patton show up and virgil is super untrusting and hates that theyre basically lying to get people to buy papers but patton is just EXCITED to meet New People!!! and looks up to roman (and remus), like, instantly

it helps that roman promises to take them to a real actual theater after they sell all their papers owned by the one the only emile picani !!!

also roman is the one who first calls him “virge” which is like jack saying “davey” instead of david. yes this is necessary information

so they sell their papers (and roman briefly meets an ESPECIALLY handsome guy wink wink) and go see emile who performs some variant of That’s Rich like the star he is. u cant take singer emile away from me

roman also performs bc i said so. he spies someone watching him during his act up above the stage and climbs up there when he’s done

janus. its janus, if that wasnt clear or u dont know the plot of the newsies musical aldkaldlal

so yeah janus as katherine!! he may be pulitzer’s son but that doesn’t mean his father wants him to be a journalist. pulitzer thinks he should prepare to inherit the publishing company or be a banker or smth, not be a journalist

i just think janus’ “society is a LIE” vibe fits with katherine. i mean, just look at Watch What Happens. “give life’s little guys some ink,” “they’ll storm the gates,” “rich greedy sourpusses” .... idk it just SCREAMS janus to me

ALSO, katherine technically lies about her identity for like 3/4 of the musical, so

anyway! roman meets janus and janus is all suave and lowkey flirty at first but then roman starts flirting BACK and jan is like “uh oh how to talk to cute boys????”

so then he gets all “i have more important things to do” *hair flip* and goes back to the article he’s supposed to be writing about emile’s theater (a lot of his notes are about roman’s performance but nobody needs to know that shhh)

roman draws a portrait of jan and leaves it there and janus gently & dramatically picks it up, stares at it, and tucks it into his suit with a soft smile

uh oh prices for papers went up! virgil steps up and helps roman lead a strike. turns out his caution works GREAT with roman’s determination and they keep each other from going towards extreme overthinking (virgil) or extreme stupidity (roman). they are a TEAM and they are BESTIES.

remus: lets SET THE PAPERS ON FIRE

roman, starry eyed: HECK YEAH LETS DO IT

virgil: how about we dont do that and instead form a union

and then the twins are like GOOD IDEA and tell everyone else. virgil may be a cautious and untrusting and afraid of public speaking but he has good ideas dangit

the intro to seize the day yknow? virgil says a Good Idea (which can probably be traced back to him always listening to logan rant about his studies) and roman spreads the message in a Firm Rebellion-y way to the other newsies

and patton is there doing his absolute best. he may be small but he knows that this isn’t right or fair to the newsboys and he’s ready to physically fight someone

enter logan who is lowkey really proud of virgil for stepping outside of his comfort zone to do whats right. logan may be scared out of his mind for his little bros but he’s gonna help them as much as he can between college and trying to work side jobs to help their fam

basically logan knows janus and tells him that he should report on the strike bc logan wants to help his bros AND his friend however he can

cue janus seeing his opportunity and TAKING it. he’s gonna write about this strike even if no one else will!!! take THAT, father

he also maybe possibly wanted to see roman again. but roman never needs to know that okay what he doesnt know cant hurt him

seize the day happens!!!! they strike!!!! they r powerful!!! but then no one else from any other sections of new york strike with them and they lowkey get rekt

remus mocks the delanceys but that was a BAD decision cuz now theyre targeting him and he gets taken to the REFUGE

roman is SAD bc his brother’s been taken away, no one showed up to help them strike, his brother’s been taken away and he just wants to get OUT of there. run away to santa fe, his ideal world, but he can’t even articulate that because his brother is gone

how is that just act one. how have i written so much yet left out so much???

remus is at the refuge and he’s a little more scared, now, that roman really will just leave him behind even though he knows deep down that roman would never.

still. he writes roman a letter and maybe he goes into a little too much detail about his injuries and the refuge but hey, that’s remus. he writes about how maybe they can run away to santa fe together. he signs it “your brother” and i CRY because they are the best bros

roman reads it and ALSO cries. especially because there it is, the description of santa fe he can never come up with by himself. remus rly does know him, huh

total scene change: janus finds the other newsies (and logan) in a restaurant? bar? and is like “!!! ur on the FRONT PAGE on my newspaper” which i just decided is called the snake instead of the sun

virgil didn’t totally trust janus would follow thru at first but now he’s convinced. they did it!!!! theyre on the front page!!!! the world WILL know!!!!

cue tapdancing!!!!!! king of new york is an absolute bop. i need logan tapdancing daintily and then janus LAUNCHING into some complex tap routine bc the newsies think he too will dance daintily

i know they wouldnt,,, actually dance but just let me have this self-indulgence in this entirely self-indulgent au

the Bro Trio + janus go hunt down roman to show him the paper and find him painting stuff at emile’s all sad and upset bc, well, they lost and remus was taken

but virgil is trying to show him that they made progress!!! sure pulitzer won but he won the BATTLE and actually the poor guy’s head is spinning bc theyre gonna win.

“cmon, ro, if i’m is telling you to be optimistic there must be hope”

see virgil calls him RO and its cute bc roman gave him the nickname ‘virge’ and now virgil’s giving him the nickname ‘ro’ theyre just besties okay

roman is unconvinced but then logan, who roman has actually never met before, steps in with Facts and Statistics, and patton adds some adorable words of encouragement, and janus sassily waves their Front Page Story at him, and roman starts realizing they DO have a chance

but then uh oh pulitzer threatens remus and the Bro Trio and roman is forced to speak out against the strike or risk ruining the lives of everyone he loves. and also he finds out that janus is pulitzer’s son and is Betrayed TM

theres some “he’s just trying to build up a false confidence in u so u can plummet to even greater depths” parallels in there somewhere....u can’t trust many people as a newsie and when roman DOES trust someone turns out he’s the son of the guy ur trying to fight

so roman says overnight in pulitzer’s basement, sleeping on an uncomfortable old printing press, and makes his decision

now for the RALLY

remy is spot conlon bc he DESERVES to be the leader of the brooklyn newsies. brooklyn, flushing, richmond, etc all show up to a newsies rally and are like YEAH!!! STRIKE!!!!

virgil is trying to tame the crowd nervously and keeps waiting for roman to show up bc they work best when theyre working together!!!! finally roman’s there and virgil introduces him (the attention isnt solely on him now thank gosh)

but then roman starts talking about how they dont stand a chance and how they shouldnt go on strike and virgil is just. confused and upset and angry

especially when he sees one of pulitzer’s employees slipping roman wads of money

virgil corners roman afterwards and is absolutely RIPPING into him. roman could fix this if he would just tell virgil the truth, tell him he doesn’t care about the money, he just wanted to keep him and patton and logan safe—

but roman knows if he tells virgil, then virgil will turn all his anger towards pulitzer, will be able to convince roman to keep going, and roman won’t. he can’t put virgil, put his family, at risk.

so he lies.

he doesn’t mean any of it. but he says it.

and maybe he kind of understands why janus lied, too.

he says he’s never had anyone to take care of him or remus, not like virgil does with his parents and his older brother. he says virgil will never know what it’s like.

virgil scoffs and glares and beneath all his fury looks crushed. but there’s still fire in his eyes, a spark roman saw that first day that only grew and engulfed any doubts virgil ever had.

roman says he’ll take the money and go, leave new york behind.

virgil says fine. we don’t need you. because you know what? all those words you said were mine. i didn’t have the courage to say them back then but now i do. we don’t need you.

(because i watched that scene in the movie and like YES go OFF davey i mean virgil)

roman flees to his “bedroom” which is really just a fire escape and just longs for remus’ reassurance. he has the letter but it doesn’t seem as encouraging now, not when he’s lost everything else important to him.

then janus shows up and roman’s mad at him but not mad enough to kick him out. and janus watched roman just give up on everything they’ve been fighting for and just wants to know WHY. why did he turn his back on the newsies when they were so close?

and roman, tired and upset and defeated, just says they wouldn’t succeed. even if all the newsies went on strike no one would report on it, anyway, because pultizer has all the printing presses on lockdown, even the one janus published from. and they already lost once! what more could they possibly do?

roman looks out over the railing, chest heaving from his rant, longing for his imaginary santa fe where he doesn’t have to face his failures. janus stands next to him and puts his hand over roman’s.

“i don’t have a simple answer to that question....but here’s a start.”

and janus pulls out a paper with roman’s words (well, and virgil’s, because virgil said it first but roman rephrased it powerfully, and that’s why they worked as a team) typed out, words that make the strike not about newsies but about ALL working children in the city who are being exploited for their youth and naivety.

it’s an entire article, expertly written. if published it would get the word out to the other newsies that they haven’t given up and show other working children and adults alike that this is IMPORTANT and they aren’t going away.

and then roman remembers his drawings of the refuge and remus’ graphic descriptions and shows them to janus and hey!!! they have a plan!!! they just need to print it....

roman’s like yo there’s an old press in ur dad’s basement he’d never suspect anything

and theyre both so excited and theyre gonna DO this, FINALLY, and janus sees hope on roman’s face again, maybe permanently this time, and janus just leans in and kisses him.

its very sweet and cute and theyre in LOVE

they pull back and kinda stand there awkwardly for a few seconds before both of them start grinning

and they both know its fragile, that they’ve hurt each other and trust was cracked, but it wasn’t broken completely, and they can fix this. they believe in each other and that’s enough for now.

and then they go find virgil at his house

roman knocks on the door and virgil opens it and just. glares at roman. and roman starts rambling apologies and explanations and tries to tell virgil about their plan and did he mention he’s sorry

virgil kinda just stares at him as he goes on and on and the only thing that stops him is patton running out and launching himself at roman

then logan appears behind virgil, and virgil kinda just smiles

“glad to have u back. again.”

and then they go sneak into pulitzer’s basement and print the article with jan’s writing and ro’s drawings and remus’ descriptions and the other newsies go spread the papers ALL around the city

the next morning EVERYONE is out on strike!!! u cant get ANYWHERE without seeing ppl, newsies or otherwise, filling the streets with chants of “seize the day”

roman, with the Bro Trio and Janus trailing close behind, waltzs on in to pulitzer’s office and flings the money pulitzer gave him back on the desk and is like whatcha gonna do NOW, joe??

pulitzer angrily tells them he’s a fool for going back on their deal and logan steps in sayin pulitzer is a fool for letting this get so out of hand over a 10 cent price increase. his sales are down 70%!! objectively the price increase was like the worst business decision ever

virgil’s like plus it’s making u look bad that ur business is the reason most of these kids are suffering. people really love kids, mr pulitzer and patton smiles brightly but in like a menacing way

then emile walks in with a ~dazzling smile~ and is like ur son told me about this whole situation, it’d be a shame if i contacted my good friend governor roosevelt who won’t be as kind as these brave newsies since u tried so hard to stop him from being elected :)

((in the show roosevelt is actually there but i want emile to have a moment to SHINE))

so pulitzer’s like FINE and talks to roman alone and roman wears him down, throwing words from janus, virgil, and pulitzer himself right in pulitzer’s face until FINALLY they have a deal. he’ll lower the prices by half AND pulitzer will buy back whatever they don’t sell full price

roman bursts out of the office into the streets where all the newsies are waiting and is like WE WONNN

and since they published all that stuff about the refuge in the paper, the guy who runs it is being arrested and REMUS IS FREE

the twins hug for like a full two minutes

then pulitzer offers roman a job as a political cartoonist and roman’s like. well idk now that this is over i should probably...head out

bc lowkey he’s thinking virgil still doesn’t wanna see roman ever again and he did say he would leave, so

but then virgil’s like come on, ro, you don’t really think we want u to leave, do u? what’s santa fe got that new york aint? tarantulas? sandstorms? stampedes? you can’t go to santa fe what if you DIE—

and logan says new york’s got us!

patton: and we’re family, right?

then janus is like you got a union to lead! and...you got me.

and remus is like bro, anyone can dream, all you do is close ur eyes! but some made up world is all you’ll ever see. (bc he’s the wordsy one, u see. he helps roman have the poetic realization that his santa fe isn’t real, but this IS)

so roman says well if u guys INSIST.....and then he takes jan’s hand and kinda asks w his eyes and then kisses jan in front of all the newsies who proceed to cheer obnoxiously

when they break apart roman leads janus by the hand over to the paper-buying-cart and slaps some couns down on the table and BUYS SOME PAPERS BC THEYRE NEWSIES BABEY

and everyone lived happily ever after🥰

#sanders sides #roceit #creativitwins #newsies #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfic #bullet fic #repost bc tumblr glitched hardcore #uhh anyway the original tags i had were smth like #‘i rewatched newsies and i love it also i love jeremy jordan also stan newsies the musical’ aldkaldla #roceit newsies au #donnie writes

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art-g0blin-draws · 4 years ago

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Age: 19

Favored types: Steel, Dragon, Fairy

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Dove is an energetic person with a fiery personality, firm in her beliefs, always willing to stand behind what's right. Serving as a self-proclaimed "knight of pokemon", she often takes in pokemon rescues, offering them a home, caring for them, and transforming them Into formidable opponents for challengers.

A rambunctious trainer, who in her beginning years as a trainer tended to act without thinking. Gifted with a shiny charmander at the age of eleven by her father, the fire-type gym leader Kabu, dove served as a gym trainer for 2 years in her fathers gym before setting out on her journey to become a self-proclaimed "knight of pokemon", against her father's wishes.

Although having great potential, she suffered from a large case of overconfidence. Specializing in fire types at the time, she breezed through the first gym, bolstering her confidence. However, the second gym proved to be much more difficult.

The true test, however, came when she went to face her father in the fire the gym.

Despite giving it her all, dove lost in spectacular fashion on her first attempt. The experience left her humbled; the match wasn't close, and kabu hadn't even utilized his gigantamax centiskorch.

The ordeal forced her to briefly reconsider her aspirations, before deciding that this would not be the end of her journey.

Drawing inspiration from the fantasy novels she had read, she began training other types of pokemon, chief among them at the time, a young squirtle she named galahad, who was unable to utilize special attacks. through an intense trip through the galar wilds with galahad and her charmander, cinder, she was able to unlock squirrel's potential, locking down a strategy revolving around shell smash that proved to turn galahad from a shy rescue pokemon into a hyper offensive sweeper.

With this newfound strategy, dove challenged her father a second time, and although the match was close, this time she met with success.

Having earned the her third badge, and her father's blessing, she continued onward in her journey to become a knight of pokemon.

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Throughout her journey, dove learned a great deal about many different pokemon, capturing any she didnt already have, and paying special attention to the steel, dragon, and fairy types that reminded her of the stories she would often read. Two years were spent traveling the galar region, taking wild pokemon and expanding her knowledge of battles and strategies.

Badge after badge was earned, and finally, she stood in the stadium that held the championship matches.

With her potential assumed unlocked, she pushed through to the final round, where stood waiting the current champion, leon.

While her battle instincts were fierce, she once again met with a monstrous defeat, though the sight of the two charizard locked together in mid-flight combat was a scene to behold.

Dove was devastated. Briefly. Leon approached her after their match, with an offer to meet his former master, at a place called the isle of armer.

It was there that dove would complete the next step of her journey.

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Once at the island, dove made her way to the dojo, where she met with mustard, a former league champion, and owner of the entire island.

The training was fierce, and though she found a new ally in kubfu, the ordeals were no less grueling.

Dove spent four years on the island, honing her fighting instinct and trainer's mind, deepening her bond with many of her pokemon, as well as kubfu.

Only once she had mastered her craft did she challenge sensei mustard to a battle in earnest. And though the two appeared evenly matched, it was dove's unorthodox strategies that won the day, her dark-type usrhifu landing the final blow on her opponents defending water-type urshifu.

Exhausted, but having a reinvigorated love for the sport of pokemon battles, dove remained at the dojo for a week or two more, going over the basics and recuperating, before deciding to head back out to the galar championships once again.

This time, the challenges were different. It wasn't that her opponents were any weaker, but she and her team were so much more in sync, it felt as if they could read each others minds. Dove had often found herself mimicking her pokemon's movements on the field, but now it seemed as if their lock-step dances were commands in and of themselves.

Finally, it came time for her rematch against leon, and this time, the battle was much more evenly matched.

The battle came to ahead when once again the charizard pair faced off. However, dove had surprised everyone by removing the gigantamax potential from her own charizard.

Though Leon's was much more intimidating with his gigantamaxed behemoth, it was dove's own dynamaxed charizard that eventually stole the show in a short-lived but intense burst of passion and determination.

Utilizing her knowledge of the max flare, dove forced the sun to shine ever brighter, kicking her charizard's "solar power" into high gear. Combining that with a life orb, dove unleashed a short but absolutely ruthless onslaught of fire upon her opponent. And although leon's managed to defend, eventually the attack proved too much, and the opponents charizard fell, a large explosion signaling the fall of a dyanamaxed pokemon ringing through the stadium.

The stadium went stark silent. Not a sound was made until the judge declared dove the winner.

Leon walked up to her silently, and then, looking to dove with the widest grin on his face, held her hand into the air for the whole stadium to see. All at once, the crowd erupted into cheers and whistles, and dove almost succumbed to a panic attack due to the influx of emotions.

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As current champion of the galar region, dove has made several significant changes to the league. Her largest change is holding exhibition matches with other champions from other regions near and far.

Eager to expand her own knowledge, she seeks to fight ever stronger trainers.

She is a firm believer that she can change the world for the better, and will do everything in her power as champion to make sure that the lives of both people and pokemon are elevated.

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Dove is an avid reader of midievil fantasy novels, and while team roster is always shifting, elements of her affinity for these books always seem to leak into her team somehow. A fairy, steel, or dragon type can always be expected in her roster, and her starter, a shiny charizard named Cinder, os almost ALWAYS sure to be on her team.

Other common pokemon appearances include:

Gardevoir (zelda)

Corviknight (segfried)

Aegislash (excalibur)

Gothitelle (hilda)

Hatterene (blair)

Escavalier (lancelot)

Blastoise (galahad)

Venusaur (snakevine)

Gyarados (wrath)

Steelix (ironwill)

Hydreigon (basilisk)

Dracovish (jaws)

Noivern (smaug)

Haxorus (axe)

Zekrom (zeus)

Galarian weezing (toppomhat)

Sylveon (siren)

Whimsicott (cottonball)

Rhyperior (rampage)

Druddigon (thorn)

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Spent an hour writing this short story. Spent 2 hours on the body and outfit. SPENT THREE FRIGGIN HOURS TRYING TO GET THE HAIR RIGHT.

Newfound respect for people who make drawing curly hair look easy, cuz goddamn that shit's hard.

Ah well. At the end of the day I'm super happy with the final product.

So happy in fact that I'm getting a 16" × 20" print of it and am putting it in my house because I did a good job, and you should always appreciate your own work.

I hope you guys enjoy the picture, and if you read my little head-canon, I hope you enjoyed that too!

#pokemon #nintendo #gamefreak #galar region #galar #pokemon champion #gen 8 #champion #pokemon trainer #trainer #digital art #fanart

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Mírënya (Thranduil + OC)

Prompt: “You know you should not have survived that, right?”

“Well, what can I say? Beginners luck!”

When Jiniel had signed the contract, it had been for Bilbo’s sake. Hobbits are peaceful, homely creatures by nature, and it would be good for them both to have the familiarity of the other’s presence on the journey. Jiniel also had a good deal of knowledge about fighting and weaponry, due to many summers spent in Rivendell, so she could help Bilbo train so should he find himself in a situation that called for confrontation, he would be prepared.

It wasn’t until the half-elf half-hobbit girl snapped a goblin’s neck defending Thorin in the goblin tunnels, however, that the dwarves began to respect her place in the company, though it didn’t take long after that for Jiniel to find herself with a pack of 13 new brothers. Fiercely protective, Dwarvish brothers.

Which is why, upon waking up in a room in a healing ward in the Great Greenwood after a spider had dropped her from a tree, Jiniel was met with 13 concerned, bearded faces watching over her, and Bilbo’s head of curls face down asleep on the bed next to her leg. He was sitting in a chair that had been pulled next to her bedside, and her hand was grasped tightly in his.

“Okay, who died?” she croaked upon seeing the forlorn looks on everyone’s faces. As an elvish healer quickly moved over to assist iniel with drinking water, her ears were assaulted with gasps and then cheers, startling poor Bilbo awake.

The hobbit smiled brightly upon meeting Jiniel’s emerald eyes, open for the first time in 3 days.

“Jiniel!” he gasped, grasping her hand tighter. “We were scared you wouldn’t wake up!” he closed his eyes briefly with a grateful look on his face.

“Scared is a bit of a stretch,” Fili was quick to interject.

“We knew you had it in you, lass!” Dwalin laughed, subtly wiping a tear out of his eye, the big softy.

“Why wouldn’t I have woken up?” Jiniel asked, not seeing any life threatening wounds on her body, and not feeling any as her entire body was comfortably numb.

“You were dropped from a great height, breaking all but two of your ribs, one of your arms, and fractured both wrists,” a velvety voice answered her question before any of the dwarves had the opportunity. The sea of dwarves crowding her line of vision slowly parted to show a blonde elf, towering above even his elvish kin, with twigs in his hair. “The healers were sure you’d have internal bleeding, however you have just passed the threshold where we would expect someone with internal bleeding to be dead,” he explained bluntly, stepping forward ever so slightly. Jiniel chuckled slightly, the action surprising the elf and sending a twinge of pain to her ribs before she was numb again.

“I’ve been stabbed too many times by the twins in pranks gone wrong to be killed by a silly fall,” she scoffed, missing the concerned looks shared between the dwarves. The elf just raised a dark eyebrow at the small peredhel.

“You know you should not have survived that, right?” he narrowed his eyes slightly at the girl’s shrug.

“Well, what can I say? Beginner’s luck!” she grinned, and Bilbo’s grip on her hand tightened to the point of cutting off circulation.

“And you’re going to stay a beginner, Jiniel, or I swear-” Jiniel quickly cut him off.

“Don’t worry, Baggins, I don’t plan on making a habit of it,” she soothed, and Bilbo sighed, loosening his grip on her hand and leveling her with a stern glare. The tall elf cleared his throat.

“Now that she has regained consciousness, the rest of you will be returned to your cells,” he said, and the dwarves all sighed, resigned to their fates. Jiniel scowled.

“Excuse you?!” everyone froze, staring with wide eyes at Jiniel while Bilbo frantically shook his head at her. “Who the hell do you think you are? Imprisoning these dwarves? I’ve never met more honorable people in my life! You can’t just throw them in some cells!” she shouted, clenching her fists and sitting up, gritting her teeth through the intense pain the motion caused. The elf narrowed his eyes at her, striding to her bedside and leaning down, comically far, to be face to face with Jiniel.

“I am King Thranduil Oropherion, of Great Greenwood, and I think you’ll find that I can,” he spat, and Jiniel’s eyes widened slightly as she realized that the twigs in his hair were actually a crown. With that statement, King Thranduil strode out the door, guards quickly coming in to escort the dwarves to their cells. Luckily for Jiniel, who was now on the verge of a panic attack, Bilbo was allowed to stay with her.

“Breathe, Jiniel, breathe,” the hobbit urged, breathing deeply to get her to mimic him. Jiniel’s eyes watered at the pain that had come from her sitting up and now again at the expansion of her lungs. Bilbo quickly changed course upon realizing this. “Jin, just close your eyes and relax, yeah?” he prompted, gently helping her lay back. When her eyes closed, Bilbo began to softly sing a lullaby they had come up with as children.

“Go down past the stream and walk through the woods,

‘til old Bombadil comes by

Then talk to the trees that rustle in the breeze

and let the day pass you by”

At this point Jiniel’s breaths began to even out as her face relaxed from its pinched state. She joined Bilbo for the next verse.

“Play til the sun sets then play a little more

don’t you worry ‘bout the dark

Cuz soon fireflies will light the skies

and set aglow your heart”

Bilbo ran his fingers through Jiniel’s hair, knowing she was close to sleep as she began to mumble and then hum the song.

“And when the fireflies and old Bombadil’s eyes

grow dim as they bid you goodnight

Just go rest your head on a soft moss bed

and sleep until daylight”

By this point Jiniel had drifted off with a soft smile gracing her features. Bilbo had a soft smile of his own as he rose, giving her a light kiss on the forehead before wandering over to his own vot and drifting off.

“Goodnight Jin,” he mumbled.

The next morning Jiniel was assisted in sitting up and she and Bilbo ate a breakfast of berries that made them both homesick for the Shire.

“Bilbo?” Jiniel called, and the hobbit hummed in acknowledgement, taking his hand out of his pocket where he had been fiddling with something.

“Why are the dwarves imprisoned?” she asked, and Bilbo grunted in displeasure, a scowl overtaking his face.

“Bloody politics,” he groaned. “And Thorin being a greedy, stubborn ass,”

“About?” Jiniel prompted when Bilbo said no further.

“The King wants some gems that his father asked Thror to refurbish or something, and Thorin is refusing,”

“So, the gems belong to Greenwood in the first place?”

“Yes!”

“Öh my god!” Jiniel groaned, throwing her head back. “Do you think you could find me a pen and paper?” she asked, and Bilbo nodded, standing and rummaging through some drawers until he produced a stack of paper and a quill.

When a guard came to collect their bowls of fruit Jiniel handed the elleth a folded up letter.

“Do you think you could make sure this gets to the King, please?” the guard’s eyes widened as she looked at Jiniel to see if she was serious before taking the letter and nodding. “Thank you so much!”

Meanwhile Thranduil was in a courtyard near the royal wing with Legolas for their morning spar, a tradition the two had begun when Legolas first joined the guard.

It was when Thranduil had finally gotten his son to yield that he noticed a guard standing slightly off to the side patiently waiting for the chance to speak. The King stood, his son doing the same, and both males threw their shirts back on before motioning for the elleth to approach with whatever news she bore.

“Yes?” Thranduil asked, and the guard bowed before handing him a letter.

“The peredhel who fell out of the tree asked me to deliver this to you, sir,” she explained and Thranduil nodded before dismissing her. After bowing once more, the guard returned to her normal duties.

Legolas peered over Thranduil’s shoulder as he unfolded and read the letter.

King Thranduil,

Bilbo has informed me of your reason for detaining the dwarves, and I feel as though Thorin is being ridiculous. As such, I would like to sit with you both to mediate a negotiation on the terms of the dwarves’ release.

Jiniel of the Shire

PS. I would also like to apologize for my outburst last night, it was uncalled for.

“Does she not have a family name?” Legolas asked, referring to how she had signed the letter, and Thranduil shrugged.

“I suppose not,” he responded, motioning a nearby guard over. “Have Thorin Oakenshield escorted to the healing ward where the peredhel and hobbit are staying.” he ordered, and the guard bowed quickly before turning to see to the order.

Thranduil turned after dictating the order, and began to walk to his quarters, Legolas following behind him to go to his own room.

“Legolas, I would like for you to be present as well, join me there after you get changed,” he said, and Legolas nodded before going into his room. Thranduil did the same and both males changed into cleaner, less sweaty clothes.

Soon enough Thranduil and Legolas were sitting on one side of Jiniel’s bed while Thorin and Bilbo were on the other.

“Okay,” Jiniel began once everyone was settled. “When I said I was going to mediate the negotiation about the terms, that was a lie,” she declared, and Thranduil and Legolas both widened their eyes in shock, while Thorin merely rolled his eyes, not surprised in the slightest. “You’ve already stated your terms, and I’m simply getting it in writing so all parties uphold their end of the agreement,” Thorin opened his mouth to protest but Jiniel shut him down with a nasty glare. “So, your majesty,” all three royals in the room perked up and Jiniel blushed, scolding herself for not being specific. She turned her head, careful of her torso due to her injuries, to make eye contact with King Thranduil, so it was clear who she was addressing. “What are the gems you want returned called?” she asked.

“They are the Gems of Lasgalen,” Thranduil responded, glaring pointedly at Thorin as Jiniel went to write it down, pausing and glancing sheepishly up at Thranduil, a pretty pink blush on her cheeks.

“Spelled…?” she prompte, avoiding eye contact with the royal who let a soft smile grace his face as he told her how to spell Lasgalen, surprising both Thorin and Legolas with his tender expression.

“And in return all members of the Company of Thorin Oakenshield are to be safely transported out of the forest towards Erebor,” Jiniel dictated as she wrote, but Thorin quickly made an amendment.

“You are staying here, Jiniel,” he said sternly, and the girl’s brow furrowed.

“But-”

“Agreed, you are in no state to travel,” Thranduil quickly interjected before she could argue. Jiniel frowned, worriedly glancing at Bilbo as she wrote down the amended terms. She didn’t say anything further, instead handing the paper to Thranduil the Thorin to sign, then on to Legolas and Bilbo as witnesses.

“Tomorrow morning a patrol will escort you out of the forest, in the meantime you will have proper beds to sleep in,” Thranduil said, standing and going to relay the news to the guards, and Legolas quickly followed after him.

Bilbo, who had noticed Jiniel’s lip beginning to wobble, swiftly sat next to her on the bed and threw an arm around her shoulders.

“I know it’s selfish,” she whispered, gaze cast downwards as she leaned her head on Bilbo’s. “But I don’t want to be alone.” Thorin took her hand gently.

“I’m sure there must be some elves who make good company,” he joked with a light smile, and Jiniel sighed with a nod, knowing there was nothing she could do about her situation. She motioned for Thorin to climb up on her other side, determined to get as many snuggles in as she could before her surrogate family left in the morning to continue their quest.

That night the dwarves took the blankets and pillows from the beds they had been provided and brought them to Jiniel’s room, taking shifts being the ends of a Jiniel sandwich, laying on either side of her. Each and every one of the dwarves were told to be careful and not to do anything stupid, and of course to come and get her as soon as possible.

Before departing, in the wee hours of the morning, Fili and Kili helped braid a Dwarf Friend bead into Jiniel’s hair, promising her they’d forge her a family bead once they were all settled in Erebor.

The first two days passed slowly, Jiniel spending the time napping and conversing with the healer who checked in on her a couple times a day. She also journaled everything that happened so she could make sure to relay every boring detail to Bilbo out of spite. The healer, an elf named Torien, was kind enough to bring her some books to read and was impressed upon learning she could read and speak most forms of Elvish.

“I spent the summers growing up in Rivendell, while the rest of the year was spent in the Shire,” she explained to him. “The elves there taught me how to fight with a variety of weapons, and I studied languages and history under Elrond,”

“Really?!” Torien gasped, Lord Elrond being his idol when it comes to healing, as well as just being an elven war hero. “What’s he like?” Jiniel giggled at the question.

It was on the third day that both Thranduil and Jiniel were in for a surprise.

Guests were beginning to arrive for the Feast of Starlight, including Elrond and his children. It came up in a conversation over lunch that a young half-elf half-hobbit was currently under Thranduil’s care.

“Jiniel?!” Elladan asked, stunning Thranduil who simply nodded his head in confirmation.

“Where is she?” Elrohir demanded, he and his twin standing from the table and demanding to be brought to Jiniel.

Jiniel was sure poor Torien was going to faint when King Thranduil lead Elladan and Elrohir into her room, quickly followed by Arwen and Lord Elrond himself.

“Jin Jin!” The twins cheered, pouncing on the bed before immediately being pulled back by Arwen, who ran further into the room when she heard Jiniel’s yelp of pain.

“She’s injured, you idiots!” she scolded, hitting both her brothers on the arm. Jiniel just giggled.

“They’ve given me worse,” she excused them, and Thranduil smirked slightly as he connected the dots.

“Are these the twins who have stabbed you on multiple occasions?” he asked, and Jiniel nodded as said twins pouted moodily, crossing their arms in sync.

“It’s not our fault!” Elrohir insisted.

“She’s just accident prone!” Elladan agreed, backing his twin up. Thranduil hummed, throwing a teasing look at the bedridden girl.

“I’m inclined to agree with you about her being accident prone,” he smirked as the peredhel pouted back at him. Elrond sighed, muttering about too much moodiness in one room before Torien began to ask him questions. Elrond humoured the gushing healer and offered to answer his questions over tea.

So over the next week as more guests arrived, the king occasionally joined the twin sons of Elrond when they visited Jiniel. He brought her flowers and potted plants every visit after she mentioned missing her and Bilbo’s garden, and Jiniel blushed every time.

The first day Thranduil went to visit her without the twins was the day Torien gave Jiniel permission to get out of bed and walk for short periods of time. Of course Jiniel took that as the all clear for her to do everything like normal again, and Thranduil nearly had a heart attack when he walked in to find her standing on a chair trying to water a hanging plant by the open window. She winced whenever she tried to lift her arms above a certain height, and Thranduil smiled fondly at her as he rushed over.

“Jiniel,” he sighed in a halfhearted attempt at reprimanding her. He grabbed the watering can out of her hands and watered the plant for her, Jiniel pouting as he effortlessly watered the plant, while when standing on a chair she was still slightly shorter than him. Thranduil opted to ignore her pout. “You must take it slowly,” he scolded, lifting her effortlessly and setting her down on the bed.

“I’ve been doing that for two weeks!” Jiniel whined, but Thranduil just chuckled softly at her impatience.

“You’re almost as bad as Legolas,” he muttered as he brushed some hair out of her face. Jiniel simply pouted harded, averting her gaze and trying to hide the blush beginning to spread through her cheeks. “Just a little longer, mírënya,” he soothed.

Jiniel, of course, had neglected to tell Thranduil that she knew Quenya and was perfectly aware that he had been calling her my gem for the past couple of days. She tried to suppress the warmth that threatened to invade her cheeks everytime he called her by the affectionate pet name, always averting her eyes.

“Too long,” she muttered, trying not to show how much he affected her. Though she would blame it on the pet name, Thranduil’s mere presence caused the previously dormant butterflies to erupt in her stomach.

Thranduil rolled his eyes at the peredhel.

“No more standing on chairs,” he admonished, kissing her forehead quickly before he had time to overthink the action. Jiniel’s emerald eyes widened as they snapped to meet his bright blues ones, not able to do anything except nod in agreement. Thranduil’s fond smile widened slightly before he offered her his hand. “A walk through the gardens, however, will be fine,” he chuckled when Jiniel’s eyes lit up, her hand snatching his and accepting his help to stand.

Thranduil took her on a tour of the herb gardens, which were closest, not so secretly relishing in the feeling of having Jiniel’s arm looped through his, his chest filling with joy every time Jiniel’s hand squeezed his arm upon seeing a bunny or when she told him stories from her own garden back at Bagend. He had to hold in his laughter when Jiniel pouted at him with widened, glistening eyes when he told her he should return her to her room. Her puppy dog eyes were absolutely adorable.

“I’ll show you another garden tomorrow,” he promised, Jiniel only realizing after he had walked her back and left her with a kiss on the hand that their stroll through the garden could have been considered, and probably actually was, a date.

Everyday Jiniel was able to walk a little farther and a little longer with Thranduil, until-

“Dancing?!” Jiniel gasped, and Thranduil nodded with the same soft smile he seemed to always have in her presence.

“Of course, the Feast of Starlight is 4 days away and I am quite out of practice,” he explained, grabbing her hand.

“But I don’t know the dances!” Jiniel protested as Thranduil pulled her into a starting position. Thranduil knew this, of course, but he had a plan.

“Teaching you will jog my memory,” he said, beginning to hum and guide the peredhel through the steps of a simple dance. He twirled her around the room, the difference in height between the pair comical.

“You’re too tall, I’m gonna get a crick in my neck!” Jiniel complained with a cute pout after completing a circuit around the room. After another moment, Jiniel giggled as an idea came to her. “Wait, wait!” she had Thranduil stop for a moment before stepping up so she was standing on his feet, and then she nodded for him to continue. “Okay!” she beamed at him, and the king simply rolled his eyes at her, continuing to twirl around the room with her in his arms.

“I have to admit,” Thranduil muttered into her hair after a couple dances. “I had an ulterior motive in asking you to help me practice,”. The two had come to a stop in the middle of the room, simply resting in the other’s arms, Jiniel’s head comfortably tucked into Thranduil’s chest. She hummed in question. “I was hoping you would do me the honor of attending the Feast of Starlight with me?” he questioned, and Jiniel tensed against his chest.

“Are you serious?!” she gasped, glancing up to meet his eyes before quickly looking away again.

“As the grave,” Thranduil pledged, looking deep into her eyes as he nudged her chin up.

“I, um… of course!” Jiniel stuttered, a nervous smile on her face as she looked up at him. He beamed back, placing a soft kiss on her lips before setting her on her own two feet again.

“I’ll have the tailor stop by tomorrow and help you with a dress!” he said excitedly as he moved to leave. Jiniel stopped him, however, eyes wide as she grabbed his wrist, still processing the kiss. She motioned with her finger for him to get on her level, and once he crouched down she gave him a kiss of her own, wrapping her arms around his neck. Both of their eyes fluttered closed as they innocently kissed for a moment, before Jiniel pulled away, dropping her arms from Thranduil’s shoulders.

“Goodnight, aranya,” she said as she closed the door behind him, giggling softly at his look of surprise at the Quenya for my king.

I wrote the lullaby, and here’s a bit of me singing it.

#The Hobbit #Thranduil #Mirkwood #Greenwood #thorin's company #Thorin #Kili #Fili #Bilbo #Hobbits #Elves #Elrond #Romance #One shot

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