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sunfairiess · 1 month ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 || 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

pairing: jj maybank x fem!routledge!reader

synopsis: sarah cameron meets her boyfriend’s sister for the first time, and understands what being soulmates means.

warnings: cursing, slightly mention of violence

wc: 2.9k

it’s my first time writing a character x reader (and actually writing a ff in years lmao) so i really hope this turned out well! also, i apologize for any typos or grammar errors but english is not my first language <3

song rec: about you - the 1975 ♡

“c’mon guys, time to go back. it’s starting to freeze out here.” pope said, placing his fishing rod by his side before getting up and walking towards the helm of the boat, kiara following him to keep him some company. he was right: the temperature had started to drop, and honestly he didn’t even know why the pogues decided to go fishing at the end of november.

they were all there, except for the pogue princess as they liked to call her. she was john b’s younger sister, just by one year; and even though she was definitely a pogue down to her core, she actually almost looked like a kook: she was always composed, never drank too much, never even touched a cigarette or a joint, and she worked her ass off every afternoon at the country club to help john b with the bills and to afford a few of the things she liked.

she was smart, kind, the type of girl to lighten up a room with the sound of her laughter. she was also one of the reasons why the ‘no pogue-on-pogue macking‘ rule was made: everyone kind of had a thing for her, and jj maybank was the first in line.

“i seriously regret coming, i think i’m going into hypothermia.” jj said, shuddering a little bit. yes, it was cold, but it wasn’t that cold. jj just liked to be dramatic.

“gosh, you’re such a pussy.” john b laughed, smacking his best friend behind the head. they’ve know each other for more than ten years now. they weren’t friends anymore, they were brothers. they loved and cared for each other very deeply, even if they were acting like jerks most of the time.

as pope started the engine of the hms pogue, ready to go back to the château, john b took his sweatshirt off to pass it to sarah, his new girlfriend. she was a kook, but she was different. she didn’t care about how dissimilar their lives were, she loved spending time with the pogues because they were real. they were amazing friends, they were funny and smart, and the kind of people you could have a serious conversation with. they weren’t superficial like the kooks, and she loved them for this.

she felt a little tap on her leg, catching with her vision her boyfriend’s sweater. she gave john b a smile and slid the blue piece of clothing on. “so, i’m meeting your sister for the first time today, uh. big step.” sarah joked, slightly pushing his arm.

since the first moment they started dating, john b had always talked about how he wanted her to meet his sister. she was the most important person in his life, especially after his dad went missing at sea during a storm. he actually wanted sarah to meet her right away, but she asked him to wait a couple of months, just to see if they were solid about this relationship. “yup, and trust me you’re gonna love her. she’s like a little ball of sunshine, she wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” he said, smiling at the thought how of sweet his sister was with everyone.

“he’s right. i don’t think i’ve even ever seen her mad.” jj stated, shifting his seat from john b’s right to sarah’s left.

“she seems really nice, but i’m not worried about me liking her, because, by what you guys always say about her, i already do. i’m just worried she won’t like me, you know because of the whole pogue-kook thing.”

everyone bursted out laughing at sarah’s words, her face more confused than ever. “what? what did I say?” kiara left pope at the helm of the boat, and went to sit in front of her, crossing her legs together. “you don’t need to worry about that, she doesn’t give a shit about the rivalry. trust me, she looks like she walked out of a cruise brochure. the only thing she wants is to see her brother with someone who makes him happy, which you do, so she’s totally gonna be fine with it.” sarah smiled at her words, feeling a bit more relieved now.

even though pope wasn’t seating next to them, he could still perfectly hear their conversation and see sarah’s tensed body. that’s why he decided to lighten up a bit the discussion. “you know, one time she made jj dress up as a reindeer.” he said getting out a chuckle at the memory of jj dressed as one of santa claus’s reindeers.

kiara followed him with a loud laughter “oh my god it’s true, i almost forgot it.”

sarah gave them an amazed look. she was enjoying this too much to not say anything. “okay, this is actually the funniest thing i’ve ever heard. did you had a red nose like little rudolph, too?” she said with a smirk, turning her head towards jj’s.

“oh shut up, all of you. i only did it because she asked. besides, she looked so happy when i changed into that costume. i would honestly do it again.” jj let out an involontary smile at the thought of y/n. it was like this all the time: wether he wanted it or not, the only thought of y/n made him feel like he was the happiest man on earth, even if he wasn’t. she just had that effect on him.

“god, it’s sickening how whipped you are for my sister.” john b said, mimicking a gag reflex.

jj rolled his eyes at his words. sarah switching her gaze between the two boys sitting one to her left, and the other to her right. she then stopped to look at jj. “wait- you like y/n?”

“like? hell, he loves that girl. he’s been in love with her since he was six. the random hook ups he has? that’s all for show. he only does it to not draw suspicion, since the only girl he’d like to fuck— and sorry john b— is y/n.” pope said, fully exposing his friend’s feelings.

not that jj cared anyway. everyone knew how he felt about her, he didn’t even try to deny it anymore.

“and you’re completely fine with it?“ sarah asked john b, knowing how protective he was when it came to his sister.

“i wasn’t always. first time he told me he loved her? i punched him. not my finest moment but i was kinda mad.” john b replied, slightly chuckling, reminiscing his right fist hitting jj’s jawbone. “i mean, the day before he tells me he sees her as a little sister and then that he wants to sleep with her? hell nah, i wasn’t having that.”

“and what changed your mind?”

“because it’s jj. i know my best friend, and i know how much he cares for her. i knew he was never going to hurt her, i’m actually pretty sure he would die for her.”

sarah nodded along. the look on jj’s face confirming that what john b had just said was a hundred percent true. in that moment a thought crossed her mind, making her think about how what jj and y/n must’ve been something truly special.

“bubba, we’re home.” john b shouted, as he opened the château’s door. the house was silent, except for a light melody coming from the bathroom and the sound of the shower running. “shower! be right there!” sarah heard y/n shout back, as every one of the pogues sat on the couch: her ending up between her boyfriend and kiara, next to who was seated pope; and a bit far away from them jj. she figured he left the space empty for y/n.

about ten minutes later, while the pogues were having a conversation about an upcoming party at the boneyard, a sixteen year old girl came out of the bathroom, wearing a pink sweater and long white sweatpants. white socks at her feet and long wet hair cascading down her back. she walked up to them, bending slightly to place a kiss on her brother’s cheek, and proceeding to do the same with all the others.

she then retraced her steps and stopped in front of sarah. “so you’re the reason why my brother stopped being a cranky old lady.” she smiled, offering her her right hand. “i’m y/n, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“sarah. it’s a pleasure to meet you too, john b’s always talking about you.” sarah replied, shaking her hand. y/n let out a small laugh, as she walked towards the end of the couch were jj was seated.

she plopped down next to him, tucking her legs under her bottom and leaning into him. he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and gently leaving a kiss to the side of her head. “he’s always talking about you too. i swear the other night he woke me up around 3am just to tell me how amazing your date was. which, don’t get me wrong, i was very happy to hear about.”

“you literally throw a pillow in my face.” john b said.

“duh, because you woke me at 3 fucking a.m. i love you bird, but for gods sakes let a girl sleep.” she replied, making everyone laugh at her comment.

the conversation resumed pretty quickly, this time through with jj paying way less attention to it, more focused on the girl next to him.

the entire evening, between laughters and bottles of beers, sarah observed how jj and y/n were always caught up in their whole world. jj’s hands being constantly on her body, wether it was a arm around her shoulders or his hand on her leg. they were glued to each other, sometimes even whispering between them words only they could catch.

for the second time that day, sarah thought about how jj and y/n’s bond was special, going beyond simple friendship.

it was almost two a.m. when kie and pope left, both returning to their respective houses to avoid their parents storming out on them. sarah instead was going to spend the night there, so since jj and john b were on the front porch smoking a joint, obviously a jj’s idea, she and y/n were the only two people moving around the living room, cleaning up the mess of empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.

the whole night she noticed how jj and y/n acted around each other, so since they were now alone, she just felt like she had to ask. “so what’s the deal between you and jj?”

“there’s no deal, we’re friends.” y/n said calmly.

“bullshit, i noticed the way you look at him and how he looks at you. that’s the look of love, sweetie.” sarah decided not to mention how jj actually felt about her. it wasn’t her place to say tell the truth.

“nah, jj would never go for someone like me. he only sees me as a little sister, besides i’m not even his type.” she replied, giving her a kind smile, even though she felt like a lump was stuck right down her throat. y/n always knew she wasn’t the kind of girl jj would want, the were total polar opposites, and truthfully she never even considered herself that much beautiful to have a chance with him.

“since when jj has a type? doesn’t he hits on every breathing human being?” sarah knew this probably wasn’t the right thing to say, but sometimes people needed a little push to blurt out their feelings. to her surprise though, y/n laughed, most likely because she knew how their friend had a habit of flirting with almost every girl he met. it didn’t matter if they were pogues or tourons, or hell even kooks sometimes. a pretty girl is a pretty girl, doesn’t matter where she comes from.

“kinda, but he always hooks up with victoria-secrets-models type of girls, if you get what i mean. and apart from that, we want different things. he doesn’t do relationships and i don’t do random hook ups. not to mention how the possibility of me and jj being together would probably give an aneurysm to my brother.”

“eh, i wouldn’t be so sure about that, ya know. either way though, you like him, don’t you?“ sarah said, remembering the conversation she and the other guys had on the boat.

busted. y/n stayed silent, sailing her lips in a thin, straight line. she then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, getting ready to spill everything out. she figured it was time to tell the truth anyway, since sarah clearly figured everything out.

“i met jj when i was four, we were in kindergarten and some older boys were picking on me. i was smaller and basically on the edge of tears, until i saw this blonde boy running towards me and putting himself between us. even if he was younger than them he still took my defense. after that he walked me home and told me he was a friend of john b’s. since that day, i don’t think i’ve ever liked someone that wasn’t him.“

she took a small pause, just to catch her breath. but she was so caught up in narrating the whole story, that she didn’t notice john b and jj leaning against the doorframe.

jj’s eyes almost bursting out of his face at her words, not expecting to hear her confession. john b, very aware of how his best friend was going to lose his shit any minute now, he places his finger against his mouth, mimicking him to shut up.

“as we grew older the roles kinda reversed and i started to look out for him: when he would come here bruised because of his father i would hug him and clean him up; even if younger than him i helped him study, you know just avoiding he would fail some subjects. at night, dad used to let him sleep next to me or john b because he didn’t want to be alone, thing that of course dad prohibited when i turned twelve. that didn’t stop him though: he would sneak out as soon as john b would fall asleep and come under the covers with me.”

she let out a laugh. “would sir. freud love this? probably yes, but it doesn’t matter. he deserves someone that cares for him, everyone does. and it’s not pity or mercy, i genuinely want to be there for him, because he deserves the best. yet, because of his father he’s convinced he’s worthless, but he’s not. gosh, he’s so funny and smart, which i know sounds weird but he is. he would die for his friends and cares so much for us. and i’m sure he could make it out of obx if only he wanted to. and he’s always so supportive and gen-“

she could’ve kept going on, but she suddenly noticed the two boys staring right up at her. jj’s eyes were watery, like he was going to cry any second now. he didn’t cry much, only when really fucked up things happened in his life, but for the first time he felt like crying not because he was sad and tired but because he was happy. because finally he could’ve had something great going on in his life. he could’ve had her.

without saying anything he launched himself into y/n’s arms, letting her stumble back due to the rushed impact between their bodies. he hold her tight, his arms around her waist and hers around his neck. his face placed in the space between her shoulder and her neck, breathing in the smell of the coconut soap she always used. he didn’t care about sarah and john b still being in the room, he wouldn’t even care if a freaking zebra walked in the house. she was the only thing that mattered. she was his whole universe.

“you shouldn’t eavesdrop, maybank.” she said with a smirk, putting a bit of distance between their bodies so she could look at him in the face, but still managing to play with the of hair at the nape of his neck.

“did you actually mean it? like for real?”

“every word, jay. you know me, i would never lie to you.”

jj maybank was impulsive. half of the time he never thought before acting, which pretty much resulted in him dealing with the aftermath of his stupid decisions. that’s why he didn’t think twice in grabbing y/n’s face with his hands, pressing his lips against hers.

at first he felt her stiffening, probably surprised by his gesture, and for a moment he really thought he had just screwed everything up. but then her hands went to his shirt, yanking him even closer if possible, and he sensed her relaxing, her lips moving against his.

after what seemed like hours, he pulled back, only because they both needed air. if it was up to him, he would’ve spent hours kissing her without getting a break.

“i’ve been loving you for a long time, princess.” she smiled, her cheeks almost hurting because of all the happiness she was feeling.

“well, you’re very lucky then, because i’ve been loving you for a long time too.”

“i can’t watch this, i think i’m gonna throw up.”

sarah nudged her elbow into her boyfriend stomach, giving him a look that said ‘shut the fuck up or i’m killing you’. john b raised his hands in the air, admitting defeat.

and, as they watched jj starting to kiss y/n again, sarah thought of how her own relationship was truly amazing. but in her opinion? what y/n and jj had was the true definition of soulmates.

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burntsaltsblog · 10 months ago

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shiny new toy

(felix catton\reader)

chapter one

details: a saltburn inspired short story.

content warning: profanity, explicit sexual content, and mentions of abuse (physical and mental)

MNI 18+

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"I'm sorry," I said with an evident crack in my voice as I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep my emotions at bay. The last thing I needed was to break down in the middle of the quad.

"Save it," Eric, my boyfriend, snapped. "Your apologies don't mean shit."

His glare was lethal before turning to walk briskly toward the dining hall for lunch, and I hurried behind him, attempting to catch up. But I halted my movements when he whipped his head around, regarding me sternly.

"Don't follow me. You're not allowed to eat lunch with me today."

"But-"

"No. You can eat by yourself. That way, you'll finally learn your lesson."

My eyes stung with tears as I grew desperate not to be shunned by him, whimpering, "Please, Eric, I-"

Eric raised his hand above his head, and I instantly cowered back, trying to avoid the impending blow.

"Don't make me do it," He whispered darkly, referencing his hand in the air that could strike me at any moment.

Before I could form a coherent response, my boyfriend spun back around and continued on his way while I hastily wiped the few stray tears tumbling down my cheeks and glanced around the quad to ensure no one had seen what had transpired.

Students were lying down on the lush, green grass as they attempted to soak up the few rays of sunshine England rarely offered, and luckily, they all seemed completely unaware of my presence.

All except for one.

I almost hadn't noticed him. I was about to turn toward the library when we locked eyes. Deep brown. Warm like the sun and soft like the grass beneath our feet. He was beautiful. But I couldn't miss the look of pity on his face.

My cheeks warmed when I realized that he had seen the altercation between Eric and me, and I was sure he considered me to be as pathetic as Eric did. Because I was...right?

My shoulders drooped in shame as I looked away from the beautiful stranger, but the sound of footsteps caused my eyes to shoot right back up, and I stared wide-eyed as the man gracefully swept over the emerald landscape in my direction.

I ceased to move. I was utterly shocked that someone like him would approach someone like me willingly.

"You alright?" His melodic voice washed over me, and a calmness accompanied it.

"What?" I asked, dazed and confused.

"I was just wondering if you were all right. I saw that bloke giving you a hard time and wanted to ensure I didn't need to straighten him out."

A surprised laugh bubbled up from my throat. The idea of anyone being able to straighten Eric out seemed preposterous.

I regained my composure before replying. "Uh, no, everything is quite alright. My boyfriend is just having a bad day. School seems to be stressing him out at the moment."

I mentally applauded myself for how smoothly my lie rolled off my tongue while the the stranger regarded me curiously.

"You're American," he said, referring to my lack of an English accent.

"Yup," I answered, shifting my weight from one foot to the other.

"Well, does the American have a name?" he asked, teasing me gently. I couldn't miss the twinkle in his eyes as he waited for my reply.

"Iris."

"Like the song?" He stepped forward, closing the distance between us.

"Yeah, my parents were massive Goo Goo Dolls fans," I chuckled softly.

"Well, Iris, would you like to have lunch with us?" He threw his thumb over his shoulder, directing my attention to one of the groups of students sprawled out on the lawn.

"Oh, that's ok. I couldn't possibly intrude."

"Rubbish. You wouldn't be intruding at all," He said, slinging an arm over my shoulders. "Besides, someone's got to welcome you to this country properly because, by the looks of it, your boyfriend has not done a very good job."

I let him guide me towards his friends as I asked, "So, what's your name? It's only fair that you return the favor."

I lifted my chin, and our gazes clashed, causing my heart to beat erratically.

"Felix." The name tumbled from his full lips, and I relished the sound of it. His name was perfect. Just like him.

We arrived at a tangled group of limbs on the grass. Felix's friends prattled on together as they lay in a small heap on the ground.

"Ignore them if they start bothering you," Felix whispered, leaning in close, "They can have a habit of coming on too strong. Especially Farleigh."

"Which one is Farleigh?" I wondered aloud

"You're about to find out." His breath tickled my neck as he drew his lips away from my ear. Tiny tingles danced down my spine, and goosebumps littered my skin most deliciously.

"And who do we have here?"

The question came from one of the two boys on the lawn. His skin glowed a golden brown, and his eyes swam with many questions.

"This is Iris, and she will be having lunch with us today," replied Felix merrily.

The one, who I assumed to be Farleigh, did little to hide his assessment of me. His dark eyes ran the length of my physique before a sly grin stretched across his face.

"Nice job, Lex. She's even prettier than the last one."

I didn't miss Felix's sharp glare at Farleigh but was quickly distracted by the other brunette boy as he attempted to pass his snicker off as a mere cough. He sat beside Farleigh but made no move to interject himself into the conversation.

I loitered before them awkwardly. They didn't even know me, yet I could feel their judgment wafting off them potently.

"Play nice, Farleigh," Felix chastised.

"My apologies," Farleigh replied as he rose to his full height. He stepped forward and courteously extended his hand. "I'm Farleigh, as I'm sure you've already figured out. And that's Oliver over there," he said, nodding his head towards the previously snickering boy who hadn't bothered to stand up.

"Just Ollie," he muttered from his place on the ground.

"Iris," I mumbled quietly.

Farleigh continued to hold my hand for several beats too long before Felix cleared his throat loudly. My hand was promptly dropped.

Felix made himself comfortable on the thick grass before reaching up with his hand and gently tugging me down with him.

"Where's V?" He asked as I gingerly sat beside him.

"Blowing her TA," Farleigh casually replied as he picked up today's paper and pretended to examine its various articles.

"I knew you transferring here was a terrible idea. She's learning all your bad habits," Felix retorted.

Farleigh merely snorted before changing the subject to gossip about the World History Teacher. A student had found Mr. West's Grindr account, and now the pupil was threatening to tell his wife unless Mr. West gave him an A for the rest of the year.

I resorted to picking the fraying cuff of my jeans out of sheer awkwardness and boredom. My eyes wandered the quad full of laughing, elated students before finally resting on the meager boy still seated beside Farleigh. His gaze flew back and forth between Felix and Farleigh as if he were watching a riveting tennis match. It was impossible not to miss the adoration and longing painted on his features. I felt his obvious emotions had nothing to do with Mr. West and everything to do with the two people in front of him. His silent reverence would convince one that he was in the presence of gods and not men.

But maybe that's what they were to Oliver: gods, not mortals.

"Sorry, I'm late!"

I whipped around to locate the voice that rang through the air and saw a majestic sight. Blonde hair flew behind a brightly smiling, pale girl as she hurtled towards our huddle on the ground.

"It's about time, V," Farleigh said. "We were beginning to think Jason had kidnapped you."

It's Mr. Fellcraft," she corrected as she flounced down on the other side of Felix and made herself busy spreading her long, floral skirt around her on the earth.

"Yes, but it's Jason to you. And that's what matters," Farleigh countered.

The girl known as "V" only responded with a scowl before returning her attention back to her skirt.

"V, we wouldn't tease you about it if it wasn't so glaringly obvious that you're shagging the guy. And as your brother, I need to know if everything is consensual because I will happily have a chat with the fellow if need be."

"Calm down, little brother. All is well. It's just a bit of fun.”

I wasn't sure I would regard hooking up with a teaching assistant as a "bit of fun."

"Besides," She said, "I don't particularly want to discuss my time with Mr. Fellcraft. I'd much rather talk about the girl sitting next to you, Felix, who looks like she'd rather be elsewhere."

Felix gave a small roll of his eyes before swiftly introducing me to his sister.

"V, this is Iris. She's going to be joining us for lunch this afternoon. Iris, this is-"

"Venetia. Venetia Catton," she cut in before her brother could continue with the introduction. "The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure."

Venetia extended her hand, palm down, as if she expected me to kiss it. Unsure of what to do, I grasped the ends of her slender fingers in what appeared to be an uncoordinated handshake and she giggled at me as if I was a small, confused child who was too stupid for their own good.

I adverted my eyes as a quiet fell over the group, and breeze came by, sweeping my long, honey-colored hair off of my shoulders.

"Let's head inside, yeah?" Felix asked, breaking the silence. "Since everyone is here."

"Everyone and a guest," Farleigh muttered under his breath as we all stood in unison.

I stuck close to Felix's side so as not to hear what other snarky things I was sure Farleigh and Venetia were saying about me. They walked several feet ahead with their heads bowed together, whispering back and forth. No wonder this group was so small. They obviously didn't like newcomers.

Except for Felix.

I looked up at him and found his eyes already settled on me. He offered a soft smile. "Don't mind them. We're all rather protective of each other, so new additions can be met with some skepticism."

"I don't know if I would call it skepticism. It seems more like downright disdain to me," I chuckled faintly.

"No," Felix replied, shaking his head adamantly. "Once they see how I've accepted you, they'll follow suit."

"Are you their leader or something?" I asked, suspicion and curiosity lacing my voice.

"Or something," He murmured, shifting his gaze straight ahead as we entered Oxford's primitive dining hall.

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chapter index

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

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tbrxnnan · 2 years ago

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hope you’re okay | e.m. (part 1)

summary: in which you and eddie reconnect after four years from your breakup. loosely based on the olivia rodrigo song from sour.

word count: 5,155

tags / warnings: nothing dark, angst and sadness, rockstar eddie

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you and eddie had had a mutual breakup at the end of high school. you both graduated together but had completely different plans. you were set for harvard in the fall and eddie was set for los angeles as corroded coffin got picked up by a huge label. you wanted nothing more than to follow the love of your life live his dreams and tour around the country. his bands’ music was amazing and he deserved the success that was coming his way. eddie wanted nothing more than for you to tag along with him as well, but he knew that you could never give up your shot at harvard. you worked so hard during high school to get out of the shitty town you had lived in, and he would absolutely not get in your way of your dreams. you wanted to be an english teacher and harvard had a fantastic literature program, no way would you turn down your shot at your dream university.

you and eddie delayed the breakup conversation as long as you could. your breakup would be bittersweet. you both were so in love with each other and didn’t want to break up, but it seemed like the best decision. long distance would be extremely difficult in your situation. eddie would be traveling constantly and busy with the band. whether they would be in the studio, playing shows, doing promotion or just having downtime, eddie would be super caught up. harvard would take up most of your time and you were planning on getting a job on campus, meaning you’d be busy too. it just didn’t seem like it would work, your schedules so drastically different. you didn’t want to burden eddie with traveling to you when he had free time, even though he told you he would do anything for you. you were afraid he would end up resenting you, or that you’d get in the way of his dreams, and that was something you couldn’t risk.

“eds, i think it’s time we talk about the elephant in the room,” you spoke softly.

your head was on eddie’s lap. he was playing with your hair as you watched the nightmare on elm street. he tensed at your words and your heart started to ache.

“eds, please look at me,” you whispered.

his beautiful brown eyes were glossy when he looked down at your face and you wanted to cry. you both knew this day would come and it had been pushed way too long. graduation was right around the corner, you needed to have this conversation.

“i’m sorry, sweetheart,” he spoke as you say up, your hands now in his. “just, i really don’t want us to set a countdown. god, i’m gonna miss you so much,” he swallowed hardly.

“if i could follow you to los angeles, i would. i swear, eds. i love you more than anything,” you sniffled. “just, i want to be ready to say goodbye. when i leave in august i know my heart is gonna break and i want to be prepared.” you finished.

“i can come with you to harvard,” he urged. “i can still do music out there,” he said sadly.

“eddie, you know you can’t do that, baby. the band needs you and i will not let your dreams slip away because of me.” you spoke. “i think my world would end if you wound up resenting and hating me. i can’t survive in a world where eddie munson hates lil’ ole me,” you caught his eye.

“i could never hate you, sunshine.” he said meekly. “i know breaking up will be the best for us, but god am i so broken. i’m gonna miss seeing you at band practice, cheering us on and helping us perfect our songs. i’m gonna miss waking up and seeing you in my clothes. i’m gonna miss our movie nights, the way your shampoo lingers on my pillows. i’m gonna miss you so much,” he cried.

you brought your hands up to his cheeks and wiped away his tears.

“and i’m gonna miss you, too, so, so much. who else is gonna make me laugh so hard i start snorting like a pig? who else is gonna hold me during scary movies or read me lord of the rings or listen to metallica while we lay in bed? you are one of a kind and i will never find someone to replace you.” you weren’t lying.

eddie munson had walked into your heart one day and never left. he found a spot in your soul, he was it for you. you would never love anyone again like you loved eddie. eddie would do anything to make you happy if you were feeling sad. eddie bought you flowers every week. eddie made you feel so beautiful, and cherished, and loved, and wanted. eddie taught you how to play guitar. eddie was the best boyfriend and best friend. eddie gave you the most perfect kisses. eddie knew you like the back of his hand. he loved every part of you, through the ups and downs. no matter if you guys had fought, he was still there next to you. you were head over heels for him.

“just because we’re saying goodbye at the end of the summer doesn’t mean it’ll be a goodbye forever, eds,” you smiled sadly. “i don’t want us to not be in our lives anymore. i don’t think there’ll ever be a world where you’re not part of my life,” you cried. your heart was so heavy, and so was eddie’s. it felt like you guys were saying goodbye in the current moment.

“darling, there will never be a world where i’m not part of yours. i swear it,” he spoke as he rested his forehead on yours. “we have until the end of summer. it’ll be just you and me.” he spoke again.

“don’t go soft on me now, munson,” you tried to joke. “that’s supposed to be my job.”

“what can i say? you rub off on me,” he said, his heart aching.

“i think i’m gonna love you forever,” you said sincerely.

“me too, sweetheart,” he whispered.

neither of you paid attention to the horror film playing from the tv. you guy stared at each other for a few moments before eddie pulled you in for a kiss. his lips moved against yours softly, passionately, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly. he was going to miss these moments. your soft lips on his, the taste of your chapsticks rubbing off on his own lips. when you two kissed, the world would melt around you. it would be just the two of you, kissing in bliss, the universe wrapping it’s arms around you like a safety blanket.

graduation day had snuck up fairly quickly. you watched in awe as eddie

finally walked the stage. 1986 was his year. his curles bounced with each step, his smile wide as he accepted his diploma. he waved at his uncle wayne and you felt butterflies in your stomach. you were so proud of eddie for finishing his time at hawkins high. he found you in the crowd and his smile grew wider. he waved at you and mouthed an “i love you.” your eyes grew watery as you mouth “i love you, too” back at him. when it was your turn to walk the stage, he watched you in adoration. he watched as his beautiful girlfriend smiled giddily as she walked to grab her diploma. the green graduation robe and cap looked great on you. he found himself imagining you walking the stage at harvard, how he would be sitting in the crowd and cheering you on. he looked at you with his brown doe eyes and smiled when you found him in the crowd. how lucky you’d been to have eddie munson by your side at this milestone in your life.

that summer flew by too fast, but you were grateful for every moment with eddie. you and eddie had spent practically every second together. countless dates at the diner in downtown, going to lovers lake and stargazing from the back of eddie’s van, seeing eddie perform at the bar every tuesday, countless movie nights at the trailer, teaching eddie how to make your famous chocolate chip pancakes, making love so tenderly, helping each other pack for the next chapter in your lives. you’d even get matching tattoos, a small star and moon. yours on your wrist and his by his elbow. it was the best summer of your life.

the summer was also spent with plenty of crying. sometimes you’d cry watching eddie perform at the bar, sad you’d be missing his moments on your. sometimes eddie would cry when you’d make breakfast in the mornings. he’d never get those moments post summer. sometimes you’d cry together after sex, not in a pathetic way, but in a way filled with so much love. when you’d pack each other’s rooms, the tears couldn’t stop. the polaroids of you two, clothing that had ended up in each other’s closets, mixtapes gifted to one another, reminiscing about all the memories in the bedrooms. reminiscing about the first time you guys had said “i love you,” and convincing eddie to braid his hair and when you two got ready for prom together and when you told eddie you got into harvard and when he told you about the record label. eddie had convinced you to take one of his hellfire shirts with you to college, and you convinced eddie to take one of your teddy bears you’d won at an arcade date with him.

the last night before you’d be leaving was the most painful. you’d spent the night at eddie’s. one last sleepover. one last night. you’d made love one last time. you’d held each other closely, never not touching each other. you cried together. you listened to your mixtapes. you stayed up and talked about all of the good moments from your relationship. you thanked each other for being in each other’s lives and making each other happy. you savored every last second with each other, mourning the loss of your relationship that would be coming to a bittersweet end the next day.

and when it was time to officially say goodbye, you had wished the world would’ve ended instead. your car was completely packed to the brim. eighteen years of your life in boxes and bags, ready to be continued in a different state. saying goodbye to your friends was easy in comparison to having to let eddie go. eddie stood in your driveway and watched as you walked closer to him.

“i guess this is it, huh?” you said softly. your teary eyes found his.

“i wish it wasn’t,” his voice cracked.

“this isn’t goodbye forever, eds. this is a see you one day,” you struggled to speak without crying. “and you’re going to do amazing things with your music. you’re going to change the world, rock star,” you smiled at him.

“you’re going to do amazing at harvard. i’m proud of you, ya know. my girl made it to her dream.” he was crying. “i love you,” he sobbed. “i’ve loved you since you walked into that stupid cafeteria alone and you found our table. you walked right up and asked if the seat was taken. i fell in love with you right then and there.” his cheeks were soaked with tears.

“i love you, eddie munson. i love you, i love you, i love you.” you cried, wrapping your arms around his torso. “promise me that we won’t be in our lives anymore. promise me that— that this isn’t a goodbye forever,” you croaked.

“i promise,” he whispered. “you can’t get rid of me that easily,” he spoke as he rubbed circles on your back.

you knew the longer you’d draw out getting into your car, the worse your heartache would be. you let go of his torso and took a step back so you could look at his face. you grabbed his face softly with your hands and pulled him down to kiss you. the kiss was salty from the tears on both your lips, but just like always, the world melted around you two. it was just you and him in the universe, his hands on your waist as the tender and loving kiss left you both breathless. you pulled back eventually so you’d get some air, still touching each other. his brown eyes looked so sad. you wanted nothing more than to hold him forever and be with him, always. you have him a sad look to indicate it was time to let go and go your own ways. when he let go of your waist, your heart grew heavier. you’d miss the way his calloused fingers would draw circles on your hips and run down your spine. you removed your hands from his face and stepped back, taking one final look at your no ex-boyfriend. he watched as you turned on your heels and walked to your car. he watched as you pulled out of the driveway. he waved at you as tears ran down his cheeks.

both of you had broken your promise. eddie had gotten so busy with his band that he stopped calling as time went on. it hurt, but it wasn’t just him. you stopped writing him weekly letters. you both just grew apart, quicker than you’d either wanted. in just a year’s time apart, corroded coffin was massive. they were selling out venues left and right. they were making hit after hit. in that same time, you had taken on more responsibility on campus, becoming a top editor for harvard’s newspaper. classes took up a lot of time and work left you with many all-nighters.

both of you still thought of each other all the time. you’d wear the hellfire club shirt often. corroded coffin’s tapes were on repeat whenever you’d listen to music. you’d spend many nights looking through all of the polaroids of you two, now able to look without crying. you followed corroded coffin in the tabloids and news, proud of their success and how they were changing the world, just like you’d told eddie would happen. you didn’t date, even though people had asked you out on dates. you felt like it would be unfair to eddie, even though you knew you were broken up, but you still clung onto a dead relationship. eddie did too. he slept every night with the teddy bear you’d made him take. he would look through your love letters and polaroids often whenever he missed you. he wrote songs about you. every once in a while he would call the hawkins gang and ask about you since you’d kept in touch with them. he would gleam when he found out you’d ace your classes, when you became editor at the newspaper, when you would report home about how things were going great. he was thrilled for you, he knew you’d thrive at harvard and he was so glad you got to follow your dream.

another year passed and the heartache had slowly gotten better. you tried dating and it went well until it didn’t. chris, your failed relationship, was not happy knowing you were still hung up on eddie, which was totally fair of him to feel. the breakup with chris was pretty awkward and you refused to date again the rest of the year. you were thriving at the newspaper. you had found a great group of friends that made your time at harvard enjoyable. you stopped looking at the polaroids in the shoebox. as much as you missed eddie, you accepted that after two years and no contact, it was time to try to let him go. you knew you’d always love him, but it was time to let the craving of eddie running back to you go. you had even retired the hellfire club shirt to a spot in the back of your closet with the polaroid shoebox.

your teddy bear with eddie had been retired to stay in his travel bag instead of with him while he slept. he couldn’t believe two years had gone by and all the success that the band had accomplished. sure he missed hawkins because of his friends and his memories of you, but he was grateful to be with corroded coffin traveling the country. he saw how his music made people happy, how many fans would flock to get a glimpse of them perform. he even got to meet the members of black sabbath and metallica while touring. everything in the world was going good for eddie. he thought about you from time to time, but more of a distant and happy memory. you would never leave the place in his heart, but he was finally okay. he was okay to let you go and let you grow and accomplish your dream. he wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he did wish to see your face in the crowd at least once. you were their biggest supporter before los angeles. he wanted you to be proud of him, to see how far they made it.

three years had gone by, both you and eddie respectfully loving your dreams. the year went by like a blur. eddie was now in your past. you were in a stable and happy relationship. you had one year left before walking that stage and getting your degree. the school newspaper was your second home. you had grown so much since high school. you still followed corroded coffin in the tabloids, still listened to their new music, but you and eddie’s relationship was barely a thought anymore. you were genuinely happy, surrounded by a wonderful group of friends and a wonderful boyfriend.

eddie was still happy touring and making music. the record label’s contract had them needing to do one more album and tour. he was ready to take a long break after their next album. as much as he hated hawkins when he was in high school, he really missed wayne and his friends. he was having the time of his life meeting his idols and being an idol to so many others. he had even started hellfire 2.0 with the tour crew, he really did miss dungeons and dragons. he was casually dating and enjoying his life as a musician, grateful to be where he was three years later.

four years had officially passed. you finally walked that stage and your time at harvard had come to an end. you had asked your boyfriend to come home with you for the summer, which was a huge deal. the last time you had a solid boyfriend was eddie, and you really wanted all of your friends to love your new boyfriend, david. your boyfriend happily agreed to go home with you and you couldn’t wait. what you didn’t know, or expect, was that corroded coffin would be going home to hawkins too. they had completed their tour and were very much ready for a nice, long break. eddie had a few regrets from his time touring, but his biggest was not making it to your college graduation. he had promised you while you were dating that he’d see you walk that stage, and then he never did. and while you had not cared that he didn’t show, he absolutely did. he knew how important harvard was to you so he let you have your moment, and not that he was too egotistical, but corroded coffin wasn’t a small band anymore. he would definitely cause attention if he had shown up, making a scene at graduation and definitely ruining your special day.

the day for you to come home had approached. you said goodbye to your found family at harvard and packed your car to the brim with all of your belongings. it was a bittersweet goodbye, having to leave a place you called home for four years. having to leave the place that helped you with your writing career, helping you grow as a person. you would miss your shitty apartment, the diner where you and your friends would always go sunday nights, your coworkers at the school newspaper, the football games. you also were so excited to go home again, to see robin and steve and the not so young teens you used to babysit.

“are you ready to go?” your boyfriend asked softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“mm, yeah. just taking in everything one last time,” you spoke as your body melted into his. “gonna miss this place,” you say sadly.

“i know, baby. i will too,” he replied sincerely.

you smiled as your body was wrapped in his arms. he was nothing but amazing to you and you couldn’t wait for him to meet your hawkins family. he would definitely get along with your friend group and this was a huge step for you, one that you were confident in.

“alright, mister. we should head out, and you have the directions right? don’t want you to get lost,” you tease as you turn to face him.

“yeah, yeah, yeah. just because i got lost that one time doesn’t mean i’m gonna get lost this time,” he chuckled. “i’ll be right behind you, promise,” he said before leaning down to place his lips on yours.

the drive back to hawkins was long, and sometimes boring, but you and your boyfriend had finally made it. you had to split the traveling into two days since it was a 13 hour drive, but you were finally home. he followed behind you as you pulled into your driveway and you smiled. it felt weird to be back, but not in a bad way. you had dearly missed hawkins while you’d been gone as you didn’t come home for any breaks. it was comforting to be back. it was late at night when you arrived and took 30 minutes to unload your car completely. you would unpack a different day, right now all you wanted was to go to bed and have david by your side. you knew this summer would be amazing.

eddie had arrived in hawkins the same night as you, almost like it was fate. instead of going back to the trailer park, he had gone to the house he purchased for himself and uncle wayne. he was so happy to be home. he couldn’t wait to surprise dustin the next day and was excited to see the entire gang again. while he didn’t talk to them every day, he occasionally called and wrote letters. he was absolutely exhausted from all the traveling and nonstop schedule the four years he was gone. he couldn’t wait to climb into bed and have the best night of sleep of his life, but he wanted to spend time with wayne. wayne had gotten a different job and no longer worked nights, things were better for them and he was grateful.

“hey, kiddo,” wayne smiled at eddie as he finished unloading his van.

“uncle wayne!” he spoke as he pulled his uncle in for a hug.

“you’re gonna squeeze me to death if you pull any harder,” wayne joked.

“sorry,” eddie smiled softly as he pulled back. “just really happy to be home.”

“you look exhausted, go to bed, okay? we can catch up tomorrow,” wayne replied as he helped eddie move his belongings to the bedroom.

it was pretty empty. a bed was in the middle of the room. there was a desk and chair in the corner, a bedside table next to the bed and some shelves on the wall. wayne wanted eddie to decorate his room and be comfortable, which eddie really appreciated.

“oh, before i forget, can you go to the grocery store tomorrow for me? i have a list ready and i figured you’d want to grab yourself your own food and stuff,” wayne asked as eddie took off his jacket.

“yeah, of course,” he smiled. “goodnight, wayne,” eddie yawned.

“goodnight, eddie,” wayne smiled before closing the door.

it didn’t take long for eddie to strip out of his clothes and climb into bed. it was finally really hitting him that the past four years had been real. the freak had gotten out of hawkins and his band was huge. he actually got to complete his dream, what he had wished for for so so long. eddie turned on his side and held a pillow in his arms as his eyes dropped heavily. his body was beyond tired, his mind blank, and his eyes feeling bliss now that they’d been closed. he missed the feeling of a real bed, his own bed. he was snoring within five minutes.

the following day you and eddie had both decided it would be best to do a grocery trip before the day got too late. you both ended up going to the same grocery store, eddie arriving a little bit after you.

“babe, which flavor of pop-tarts do you want for breakfast this week?” you asked, eyeing the different boxes. david was looking at the cereals at the end of the aisle.

“ohh, the strawberry,” he answered. “what kind of cereal do you want this time? frosted flakes or fruity pebbles?” he called back.

“fruity pebbles,” you spoke as you placed the box of pop-tarts in your cart.

“what’s got you so giddy?” david teased.

“nothing, just really happy to be here with you,” you reply softly as you wrap your arms around his torso.

you hadn’t noticed that eddie had watched the entire interaction between you and your boyfriend. he had just gotten to the grocery store, which wasn’t too busy. he hadn’t been noticed by others, or maybe he was, and people just didn’t care to call his name or gush over his return home. either way, he enjoyed the peaceful trip. he had made it to the breakfast aisle and stopped when he saw you looking at the pop-tarts. he had been frozen in his spot as he watched you and your boyfriend shop together. he hadn’t seen you in four years and there you were, fifteen feet away from him and didn’t even notice he was there. you didn’t look very different since he had seen you last. sure you had a different hairstyle and you looked a little older, but you were still you. still breathtaking. your voice still making his stomach flip. he watched you wrap your arms around your boyfriend and didn’t realize just how focused his stare was, because when you turned your head you spotted him at the end of the aisle.

“oh my god,” you whispered as you let go of david.

“what?” he asked, confused at your sudden movement. he looked to where you were facing and saw eddie standing there, looking awkward and blushing. “is that eddie munson, like THE eddie munson?” he questioned and you ignored him as you walked over slowly.

your heart was beating fast. you were sure your steps looked awkward as your knees felt like they could give out. eddie looked the same but very different. he was more buff, his hair was longer, he had more tattoos, but he was still your eddie. he was wearing his black boots, his black ripped jeans, a metallica shirt (that suited his broad shoulders really well) and his usual accessories. you looked at him, really look at him, since it had been so long since you’d seen him last. he was slightly blushing as he stood there and looked at you like you were doing to him. the silence was awkward.

“hi, eds,” you say softly, your chest felt weird.

“hi, sweetheart,” he breathed out. “this is a very nice welcome home present,” he tried to joke.

“oh, you just got back? i, well we, did too. got home last night,” you reply, still feeling awkward. what a great way to talk to eddie for the first time in so long, to run into you and your boyfriend. “oh, my god. sorry,” you groan and turn to signal david to come over.

“this is david, my boyfriend,” you say quietly. you swore you saw eddie’s face drop but brushed it off when he brought his hand out to shake david’s.

“hi david, i’m eddie. you knew that though,” he faked a laugh as they shook hands. “i’m an old friend of your girlfriend,” eddie finished.

“i can’t believe she never told me me she was friends with you. it’s really nice meeting you. i like your band,” david gushed. you didn’t know david was this into corroded coffin.

“it’s nice to meet you too,” eddie replied. he picked up on your one second confused face. did you not know david liked his band? he figured you wouldn’t share you guys had dated, but it hurt him a bit that you didn’t tell anyone you’d even been friends.

“david is staying the summer in hawkins,” you inform eddie. “wanted him to meet everyone and see the place i call home.” you smiled as you took david’s hand in yours.

“well, then i expect i’ll see you both around often since i’ll be settling down here for awhile. tour life was hectic and i needed a break,” eddie scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. not so fun that he’d see you with your boyfriend all summer.

“i’m sure it was, i’m happy you’re here this summer, eds.” you smiled softly and looked at him. you missed eddie a lot, and while you detached more and more over the four years you were gone, it would take a lot more for you to detach your feelings for eddie altogether.

“i don’t want to keep you two busy,” eddie replied. your smile faltered. “wayne and i have plans later anyways, want to get some more rest beforehand,” he spoke as he walked back to his cart.

“can you say hi to wayne for me? i miss him,” you asked. eddie nodded yes. “see you around, eddie,” you waved goodbye.

eddie chuckled as you blushed. david was oblivious about the interactions between you two, probably because he had no idea you two had dated. you watched as eddie walked away with his cart, his hair bouncing with each step. you stopped yourself from staring at him too long, not wanting to get too into your feelings again. it had taken you awhile to not be head over heels in love with him and you were determined to have a great summer with david, which meant you had to think of eddie as a friend only. no more reminiscing about you two dating. you looked up at david and smiled, nudging him with your arm so you guys could continue your shopping trip. david leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead as you let go of him to walk to the cart.

“alright, mister, what’s next on the list?”

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dragon bride (prologue) || aemond targaryen

pairing: Aemond Targaryen х original female character

warnings: nothing like that now, but then…

summary: two worlds intersect and feelings burn through two hearts

a/n: Near the Seven Kingdoms lies the kingdom of Darein where dragons are considered messengers of death and misfortune, so they try to ward them off with magic…

English is not my first language I apologize for the mistakes!

this part is a prologue (yes, you could think of it that way)

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Eileen had always believed in fairy tales, which she read with the daughters of other Darein princes at family feasts.A group of ruddy girls each time ran away from the feast and settled around the fire. Then the most nimble of the princesses would pull out a small book cleverly hidden in her skirts and begin to read, looking around fearfully.

“Come today about the beautiful Dragon Prince who took Princess Spring as his wife,” Maria whispered, giggling. “They had so many children born… and all as beautiful as their parents.”

“No, about wolves with wings!” Erina exclaimed.

“There’s no such thing, you fool!” Natalia snapped at her. “Let’s read in order.”

Everyone obeyed the oldest of the princesses and began the first story. Eileen held her breath and began to listen to the tale of the Great and Fearless King, who with a simple song was able to make a dragon serve him and not kill people. They flew together and rose above the clouds. Eileen covered her eyes and ran her hand over the short grass, smiling at the way it tickled her palms. Was it possible to fly so low on a dragon over a field and touch the spikes? Was it possible to fly so high on a dragon to take a ray of sunshine with her?

“That’s boring…” Lucia frustrated. “Let’s talk about how dragons choose their brides!”

This time a muffled maiden hum approved of the chosen topic. Eileen couldn’t object either. At twelve years old she already dreamed of meeting her betrothed. She wished it were Night of Fortune and she could look in the mirror and see her future. What would her husband be like? Surely as strong and kind as her father, good-natured and merciful…

“Okay, little naughty girl, let’s read about marriage,” Nastasia snickered. “Here, it’s about a dragon wedding…”

A few minutes later, all the listeners were sitting with their eyes wide open and huddled together in fear. Except a delighted Eileen. This ritual… A true fusion of bodies. The accompanying bloodshed and magical dancing… Eileen wished she had seen and participated in something like this in her life. In Darein, the wedding ritual consisted of vows and the exchange of rings, but no daggers or kisses through which the spouses exchanged blood.

“How much blood does a bride spill…” Natalia sighed. “First on the altar, then on the marriage bed.”

A foul comment from Natalia distracted everyone gathered from their shock, and silent laughter erupted again around the fire.

Eileen smirked, too. She had heard about bloodshed in the marriage bed from her older sisters, but never more. All she knew was that pain very often bordered on pleasure, and many women went mad for it.

Eileen looked toward the forest. All the feasts took place near the border with the Cursed Lands each time and ended with a sacrifice to keep the gods safe from the monster raids of Darein. It was so close to a country with such a mysterious history… All one had to do was stand on the path and walk straight ahead all the time…

“Hey!” A nasty boyish voice interrupted all discussion. The princesses turned around and saw two boys. Prince Tavrog’s sons, Marus and Ulvin. Vile and cruel, they were just like their father.

“Go away,” Natalia almost growled. “We’re having fun with the girls, and you don’t belong here.”

Marus grinned wickedly. Ignoring all requests, he walked closer to the fire, and Ulvin followed him like an obedient dog.

“I know what you do, unworthy daughters of unworthy mothers.” Marus began circling the girls like a hawk. Eileen wanted so badly to pick up a rock and knock him down. “You read tales of the Cursed Lands. Maybe I should tell everyone what you do.”

The girls whispered excitedly. If they were found out, they would be in trouble. The book had been stolen, and even more so about forbidden topics. They would all be locked in their rooms until the end of Spring and made to recite prayers as punishment.

“Who’s going to believe you, Marus?” Natalia interjected. “Just go away.”

Suddenly Ulvin snatched the book from Nastasia’s hands and laughed out loud.

“What fools!”

Eileen jumped up to return the book, but then Marus pulled out a dagger and pointed it at her. The girls, seeing the gleaming steel, screamed and piled into one pile, grabbing each other’s hands.

“Shut up!” Marus commanded. “Or I’ll cut her.”

Eileen froze in place. If she survived and told her father about this, Marus would be in trouble.

“Stop it, stop it Marus.” Eileen asked him. “Let’s just split up.”

Marus smirked at that again.

“Let’s just split up… well, sure!” He gripped the base of the dagger tighter. “Dreaming of the Dragon Prince, are you? You know what he’ll do to the likes of you?” He looked directly into Eileen’s eyes, and the end of the point pointed toward her heart. “He’ll use you as common whores first, and then he’ll let you be eaten by his pet. Or he’ll let him use you, too. I don’t know what that madman will get into his head.”

“What do you want, Marus?”

Eileen hid the trembling in her body, trying to tame herself. We have to get this straightened out. Marus probably tasted wine for the first time today.

“I want Dragonflower.” Marus replied. “I know some tales from here, too.” He nodded toward the book.

“What do you need it for?”

Eileen remembered about this flower. It could give the wearer unprecedented power and make him invincible. It can be seen why Marus wanted it.

“So go get it yourself,” Eileen muttered.

The dragonflower grew near the border with the Cursed Lands, and appearing there could mean a serious violation of the laws of Darein. Marus was simply afraid…

“You’re chicken, aren’t you?” Eileen teased him. “You want to be the strongest, but you’re afraid to even come close to the border.”

Marus growled and moved closer to Eileen without removing his knife.

“Shut up, you fool!” Something strange flashed in his gaze. “There you go. Or this,” he pointed again at the book Ulvin was twirling in his hands, “will be seen by all.”

Eileen looked at Natalia. Fear appeared in her green eyes. She had already received a warning from her father, and the next one could lead to dire things.

“How will she take the flower, you idiot?” Nastasia snorted. “There are guards there!”

Everyone knew that was a weak argument. The guards were only on the Watchtowers, and it was very easy to find a piece out of sight. Fear and common sense kept the borders impregnable better than any sword.

“If you don’t give me the book, I’ll kill you.”

Eileen turned toward the border and walked to the ghastly laughter of Marus and Ulvin. Nothing she would do to him - everyone knew that.

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Eileen thought everyone would follow her. But missing a dozen princely children at once would lead to unnecessary suspicion. By now everyone must be distracting the already drunk parents so they wouldn’t notice the princess who had stolen. Eileen had already been walking along the trail for about half an hour, noticing every sign that brought her closer to the fateful frontier.

Stupid and cowardly Marus. Pathetic idiot.

But Eileen was partly grateful to him. Her father had only taken her to the frontier once, but she so wanted to stay there longer and explore the nature of the Seven Kingdoms. Eileen shivered to herself. The Cursed Lands. There was no other name for the place. There was only one link between the two completely different worlds: the wooden bridge. Ambassadors and lawbreakers would occasionally cross it into the Cursed Lands. Eileen planned to cross it today.

The border moat and high stakes appeared from behind the trees. Eileen was close. We had to get it over with quickly and get home. The feast would last a few more hours, but still they had to hurry. There was no telling who would decide to check on the spoiled children…

Eileen squeezed between the stakes and stopped at the precipice.

Damn.

The bridge was up today. That meant Eileen couldn’t cross it. Nor could she get the flower.

Shit!

She went to the very edge and looked down. There were stakes at the bottom of the ditch, too. If she fell on them, death would be painful and slow, and the corpse would go to the crows. Eileen shuddered. She couldn’t go back and neither could she cross…

“What are you doing here, girl?”

Eileen cried out in surprise and recoiled from the cliff, losing her balance and collapsing to the ground. On the other side stood a boy. His silver hair glistened in the darkness, and his eyes followed Eileen’s every movement.

“I asked what you were doing here.” He demanded an immediate answer, speaking to Eileen in a common language.

“I…” She mumbled. “I have to…”

“Are you a fool?” The boy was beginning to get angry. “What are you sniffing around here, you Darean ignoramus? ”

The insult brought Eileen to her senses. That arrogant jerk… She stood up and shook the dust off her skirts.

“I want Dragonflower.”

The boy jumped with laughter. There was amusement in his eyes, previously angry and sad.

“That weed? I told you - ignorant.” He laughed frankly at Eileen.

“What do you care?!” She snapped. “You’re the one who started talking to me.”

The boy kicked the stone and it flew into the ditch.

“I wanted to know what you wanted near my kingdom.” Arrogance emanated from his every word.

“Yours?” Eileen asked incredulously.

“Yes,” the boy declared, “I am a prince. Who are you?”

A prince… The dragon prince… Eileen saw him before her, the hero of fairy tales. Though it was hardly exactly him, because her unexpected interlocutor was too young. This boy was hardly more than two years older than Eileen.

“I am a princess.”

“Then our conversation can be considered a royal audience.”

Eileen saw him smile and couldn’t hold back in response.

“Hardly, of course. But so be it.”

“We made history with you,” the boy declared. “Our kingdoms rarely talk like this.”

“Perhaps your kingdom could give ours a little help?” Eileen began to act the way her mother sometimes acted, asking her father for something. She called it feminine cunning…

“Don’t expect any help from us, but here’s an exchange… You want a flower, don’t you?” The boy bent down and, poking around on the ground, plucked an inconspicuous flower that actually looked like a weed. Only the fiery red leaves made it special. “What will you give me for it?”

Eileen accepted the rules of the game and looked at her hand. An emerald bracelet glittered on her wrist. She wanted to sacrifice it on the Night of Fortune to see her future husband. But for that she would find another.

“You can have it,” Eileen offered.

“All right,” the interlocutor agreed. “Throw it.”

Eileen calculated her strength and threw the bracelet. It swirled in the air and flew straight into the hands of its new owner.

“Come on, now you.” Eileen could already taste victory.

“Catch,” a grin appeared on the boy’s face, malicious and sinister.

He threw the Dragonflower so weakly that it didn’t even make it to the middle of the moat and fell down onto the stakes.

“Sorry, princess, you’ll have to climb down.”

“You…” hissed Eileen, but suddenly there was a furious cry from behind her.

“EILEEN!”

Her father seemed to have discovered her missing.

Shit.

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Eileen isn’t thirteen anymore. She is a bride-to-be, a grown-up girl and her father’s hope. Eileen will soon give birth to children, but in her dreams she still dreams of dragons, dreams of flying them and seeing other wonders.

More than five years had passed since her first contact with the world of the Cursed Lands, and in that time she had met the young Dragon Prince a dozen more times. He knew her name, taunted her with the bracelet he had tricked her with, and owed her for that awful lie. But it had been three years since Eileen had seen this wayward young man, and his fate made her heart flutter. She wanted revenge in the first place, and in the second.

“Eileen, wake up!” her younger sister Olia burst into the room. “Hurry up! There… there…”

Eileen barely woke up from her sleep. Oliya was circling her bed and tugging at her feathers, trying to wake her up.

“What… are you crazy?” Eileen muttered.

“The dragon, Eileen, the dragon. A dragon has been seen at the border. They’re summoning a council to choose a girl for sacrifice.”

Sleep was relieved. Eileen sat up on the bed.

“Father told mother that your name was written for selection, Aileen,” tears appeared in Aileen’s eyes. “You could be made a dragon bride.”

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inspirelovehorny · 2 years ago

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dragon bride - aemond targaryen (prologue)

pairing: Aemond Targaryen х original female character

warnings: nothing like that now, but then...

summary: two worlds intersect and feelings burn through two hearts

a/n: Near the Seven Kingdoms lies the kingdom of Darein where dragons are considered messengers of death and misfortune, so they try to ward them off with magic...

English is not my first language I apologize for the mistakes!

this part is a Prologue (yes, you could think of it that way)

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"Come today about the beautiful Dragon Prince who took Princess Spring as his wife," Maria whispered, giggling. "They had so many children born... and all as beautiful as their parents."

"No, about wolves with wings!" Erina exclaimed.

"There's no such thing, you fool!" Natalia snapped at her. "Let's read in order."

"That's boring..." Lucia frustrated. "Let's talk about how dragons choose their brides!"

This time a muffled maiden hum approved of the chosen topic. Eileen couldn't object either. At twelve years old she already dreamed of meeting her betrothed. She wished it were Night of Fortune and she could look in the mirror and see her future. What would her husband be like? Surely as strong and kind as her father, good-natured and merciful...

"Okay, little naughty girl, let's read about marriage," Nastasia snickered. "Here, it's about a dragon wedding..."

A few minutes later, all the listeners were sitting with their eyes wide open and huddled together in fear. Except a delighted Eileen. This ritual... A true fusion of bodies. The accompanying bloodshed and magical dancing... Eileen wished she had seen and participated in something like this in her life. In Darein, the wedding ritual consisted of vows and the exchange of rings, but no daggers or kisses through which the spouses exchanged blood.

"How much blood does a bride spill..." Natalia sighed. "First on the altar, then on the marriage bed."

A foul comment from Natalia distracted everyone gathered from their shock, and silent laughter erupted again around the fire.

Eileen looked toward the forest. All the feasts took place near the border with the Cursed Lands each time and ended with a sacrifice to keep the gods safe from the monster raids of Darein. It was so close to a country with such a mysterious history... All one had to do was stand on the path and walk straight ahead all the time...

"Hey!" A nasty boyish voice interrupted all discussion. The princesses turned around and saw two boys. Prince Tavrog's sons, Marus and Ulvin. Vile and cruel, they were just like their father.

"Go away," Natalia almost growled. "We're having fun with the girls, and you don't belong here."

Marus grinned wickedly. Ignoring all requests, he walked closer to the fire, and Ulvin followed him like an obedient dog.

"I know what you do, unworthy daughters of unworthy mothers." Marus began circling the girls like a hawk. Eileen wanted so badly to pick up a rock and knock him down. "You read tales of the Cursed Lands. Maybe I should tell everyone what you do."

"Who's going to believe you, Marus?" Natalia interjected. "Just go away."

Suddenly Ulvin snatched the book from Nastasia's hands and laughed out loud.

"What fools!"

Eileen jumped up to return the book, but then Marus pulled out a dagger and pointed it at her. The girls, seeing the gleaming steel, screamed and piled into one pile, grabbing each other's hands.

"Shut up!" Marus commanded. "Or I'll cut her."

Eileen froze in place. If she survived and told her father about this, Marus would be in trouble.

"Stop it, stop it Marus." Eileen asked him. "Let's just split up."

Marus smirked at that again.

"Let's just split up... well, sure!" He gripped the base of the dagger tighter. "Dreaming of the Dragon Prince, are you? You know what he'll do to the likes of you?" He looked directly into Eileen's eyes, and the end of the point pointed toward her heart. "He'll use you as common whores first, and then he'll let you be eaten by his pet. Or he'll let him use you, too. I don't know what that madman will get into his head."

"What do you want, Marus?"

Eileen hid the trembling in her body, trying to tame herself. We have to get this straightened out. Marus probably tasted wine for the first time today.

"I want Dragonflower." Marus replied. "I know some tales from here, too." He nodded toward the book.

"What do you need it for?"

Eileen remembered about this flower. It could give the wearer unprecedented power and make him invincible. It can be seen why Marus wanted it.

"So go get it yourself," Eileen muttered.

The dragonflower grew near the border with the Cursed Lands, and appearing there could mean a serious violation of the laws of Darein. Marus was simply afraid...

"You're chicken, aren't you?" Eileen teased him. "You want to be the strongest, but you're afraid to even come close to the border."

Marus growled and moved closer to Eileen without removing his knife.

"Shut up, you fool!" Something strange flashed in his gaze. "There you go. Or this," he pointed again at the book Ulvin was twirling in his hands, "will be seen by all."

Eileen looked at Natalia. Fear appeared in her green eyes. She had already received a warning from her father, and the next one could lead to dire things.

"How will she take the flower, you idiot?" Nastasia snorted. "There are guards there!"

"If you don't give me the book, I'll kill you."

Eileen turned toward the border and walked to the ghastly laughter of Marus and Ulvin. Nothing she would do to him - everyone knew that.

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Eileen thought everyone would follow her. But missing a dozen princely children at once would lead to unnecessary suspicion. By now everyone must be distracting the already drunk parents so they wouldn't notice the princess who had stolen. Eileen had already been walking along the trail for about half an hour, noticing every sign that brought her closer to the fateful frontier.

Stupid and cowardly Marus. Pathetic idiot.

Eileen squeezed between the stakes and stopped at the precipice.

Damn.

The bridge was up today. That meant Eileen couldn't cross it. Nor could she get the flower.

Shit!

"What are you doing here, girl?"

"I asked what you were doing here." He demanded an immediate answer, speaking to Eileen in a common language.

"I..." She mumbled. "I have to..."

"Are you a fool?" The boy was beginning to get angry. "What are you sniffing around here, you Darean ignoramus? "

The insult brought Eileen to her senses. That arrogant jerk... She stood up and shook the dust off her skirts.

"I want Dragonflower."

The boy jumped with laughter. There was amusement in his eyes, previously angry and sad.

"That weed? I told you - ignorant." He laughed frankly at Eileen.

"What do you care?!" She snapped. "You're the one who started talking to me."

The boy kicked the stone and it flew into the ditch.

"I wanted to know what you wanted near my kingdom." Arrogance emanated from his every word.

"Yours?" Eileen asked incredulously.

"Yes," the boy declared, "I am a prince. Who are you?"

A prince... The dragon prince... Eileen saw him before her, the hero of fairy tales. Though it was hardly exactly him, because her unexpected interlocutor was too young. This boy was hardly more than two years older than Eileen.

"I am a princess."

"Then our conversation can be considered a royal audience."

Eileen saw him smile and couldn't hold back in response.

"Hardly, of course. But so be it."

"We made history with you," the boy declared. "Our kingdoms rarely talk like this."

"Perhaps your kingdom could give ours a little help?" Eileen began to act the way her mother sometimes acted, asking her father for something. She called it feminine cunning...

"Don't expect any help from us, but here's an exchange... You want a flower, don't you?" The boy bent down and, poking around on the ground, plucked an inconspicuous flower that actually looked like a weed. Only the fiery red leaves made it special. "What will you give me for it?"

"You can have it," Eileen offered.

"All right," the interlocutor agreed. "Throw it."

Eileen calculated her strength and threw the bracelet. It swirled in the air and flew straight into the hands of its new owner.

"Come on, now you." Eileen could already taste victory.

"Catch," a grin appeared on the boy's face, malicious and sinister.

He threw the Dragonflower so weakly that it didn't even make it to the middle of the moat and fell down onto the stakes.

"Sorry, princess, you'll have to climb down."

"You..." hissed Eileen, but suddenly there was a furious cry from behind her.

"EILEEN!"

Her father seemed to have discovered her missing.

Shit.

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Eileen isn't thirteen anymore. She is a bride-to-be, a grown-up girl and her father's hope. Eileen will soon give birth to children, but in her dreams she still dreams of dragons, dreams of flying them and seeing other wonders.

"Eileen, wake up!" her younger sister Olia burst into the room. "Hurry up! There... there..."

Eileen barely woke up from her sleep. Oliya was circling her bed and tugging at her feathers, trying to wake her up.

"What... are you crazy?" Eileen muttered.

"The dragon, Eileen, the dragon. A dragon has been seen at the border. They're summoning a council to choose a girl for sacrifice."

Sleep was relieved. Eileen sat up on the bed.

"Father told mother that your name was written for selection, Aileen," tears appeared in Aileen's eyes. "You could be made a dragon bride."

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emmiewtf · 4 years ago

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renga fic recs to help fill the void<3

the momentary space that we call now by beecalm: The park beside the sea is haunted. It takes Langa two weeks of skateboarding lessons to realise this. chapters: 2/2 words: 21.8k

But Not Shattered by MermaidMarie: Oka takes Reki to the hospital after finding him beaten up in an alleyway. (canon divergent from ep10) chapters: 12/12 words: 65.7k

I Know You (better than you know yourself) by SpeedOfSnake: After a skating accident, Langa loses some of his memories. All Reki wants is to restore their previous friendship, but wonders if has the right back into his life when it was his fault that Langa got hurt. chapters: 12/12 words: 64.5k

there’s a hole in my soul (can you fill it?) by vitane: Langa is a pro-snowboarder who’s dealing with grief. Reki has just moved to Canada carrying deep homesickness with himself. Together, they help each other heal their wounds. chapters: 11/11 words: 58.9k

he was a skater boy, he said—no, you know what, no, we're not calling it that by arahir: Everyone knows Reki and Langa are dating. Everyone except Reki, that is. chapters: 2/2 words: 8.1k

to build a home by thankskelley: The king, Langa’s father, died a year ago. It makes sense to form alliances. It makes sense to strengthen those alliances with marriage. Maybe it’s wrong for Langa to be so apathetic about his own wedding, but he can’t find it in himself to care. Reki is trying his hardest to be the prince his country deserves, to be the heir his mother can rely on. It’s difficult, however, when everything he does is so far from good enough. He’s also getting married, which is kind of a big deal. He can’t wait to meet the guy. chapters: 6/7 words: 61.7k

training wheels by mayflymusic: After discovering that Langa never learned to ride a bike, Reki takes it upon himself to try and teach him. It...doesn't go well. chapters: 4/4 words: 9.7k

Love at First Sip by tamakibaby: There were two universal truths for college students that Langa had come to realize during his first semester: ‘8 AMs’ were a product of Satan himself and coffee (or any other form of caffeine, really) was man’s true best friend. So it came as no surprise that he stopped by the coffee shop every Monday morning before class and when he needed a pick-me-up. Whether the mood boost was due to the caffeine or the barista who was like sunshine incarnate and always spelled his name wrong on his cup, that was becoming harder to tell with every visit. chapters: 7/7 words: 22.4k

I've Got A Piece of Your Heart (But I Want the Whole Damn Thing) by Jenanigans1207: Reki asks Langa to translate the English writing of his soulmate and is left to wonder why, exactly, Langa turns so incredibly red as he does exactly that. chapters: 4/4 words: 29.8k

let go, take flight by babybluebells, maranch: Happiness comes in many different forms. Reki and Langa find their own, in their figure skating and maybe, just maybe, in each other. chapters: 5/? words: 37.7k

if you kiss me, will it be just like i dreamed it? by sk8ingfrogs (cursedhazel): Reki writes down everything he wants to do after graduation but doesn't quite remember putting "fall in love with your best friend" on the list. chapters: 1/1 words: 10k

read in between the lines by minfresh: The love letter is two sentences long. There isn’t even a Dear Langa, that’s how short it is. It covers approximately 10% of the paper’s surface area. The sentences get straight to the point. I have a crush on you. Isn’t that awful? It’s written in striking red, in an almost illegible handwriting. There’s no signature. For the first time in Langa’s life, he cares about a love confession. chapters: 1/1 words: 6.7k

Secret Admirers for Dummies: A Canadian's Guide to Falling in Love by discokonomi: Reki gets a secret admirer. Langa pines, wonders, comes to a realization, and stumbles into love. chapters: 1/1 words: 6.2k

Not Another Song By Avril Lavigne by alpha_hydra: Someone likes Reki, but they wish there was one tiny thing different about him. Surprisingly, Langa is the only one other than Reki who has a problem with this. Now with added love letters, confessions, bisexual crises, and dubious skateboarding knowledge. chapters: 3/3 words: 13.7k

Looking for You by IetjeSiobhan: It is there, looking, for all intents and purposes, as if it’s been there forever: a snowboard, beautiful and delicate and in the prettiest shade of pastel blue. (soulmark au) chapters: 1/1 words: 3.4k

Pick Me Up by Venxvon: When Reki asks Langa if he was going to carry him back, he means it as a joke. Langa, on the other hand, absolutely does not. (post ep11) chapters: 1/1 words: 3.9k

Double-edged by realfakedoors: Hasegawa Langa, a young noble with an unreasonable amount of responsibility about to be dropped into his lap following the death of his father, takes a season away from the northern province he's called home. He travels with his mother to Solaris, the kingdom's capitol and her homeland--it will do them good, she said. (She forgot to mention the part where they got ambushed by highwaymen on the way there.) Enter Kyan Reki, an apprentice blacksmith, who is just fulfilling a stupid errand for stupid Shadow, since he technically beat Reki in their last match at S. He ends up involving himself in the lives of some northern nobles, and before he knows it, he's thrust into a world of nobility and politics that might prove to be much more dangerous than any swordfighting could ever be. chapters: 3/? words: 18.2k

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absolutebl · 4 years ago

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This Week in BL

April 2021 Part 4

it’s my birthday week! *raises a glass of pink milk*

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Second Chance Ep 4 - oh noes my babies are all so sad! Teen angst for the win. Tropes included: crying in shower, a very significant hand hold, & striped shirts. (At this point over half the cast has been in stripes.)

Love Machine Ep 1 - not gonna lie, I barely made it through the first half, this is a short run LOW budget experimental web series and it’s not good. Dropped.

Lovely Writer Ep 9 - I like it when LW gets serious because there are fewer dumb sound effects, but oof Aey, poor baby. How many Aeys have I known over the years? Rejected, broken, angry, lonely, and lashing out. On a different note, I haven’t see the “sex drug made us do it” plot device since 1980s Johanna Lindsey. Props to that cocktail rearing its ugly head. (yeh yeh) ZOMBIE TROPE ALERT. (Is this the point where I remind the world at a-play doesn’t have to hurt? Well, it doesn’t! Toys, prep, and lube people. Sheesh.) Anygay, zombie trope is put safely back underground. Please don’t let it rise again? (I KNOW, I’ll stop now.) So this was a rough episode, especially the back end. (Okay now I’ll REALLY stop.) Seriously tho, BL doesn’t do a massive coming out family drama scene often. I liked LW’s handling of this one. Hard to watch but compelling.

Close Friend Ep 1 (OhmFluke) - very cute snapshot into a LTR featuring an overworked music producer and his student BF. That’s the chassis for this whole series, each one has to do with the song & is a portrayal of that song’s message. Essentially, the theme of this one was remembering to make time for your partner. I enjoyed that. OhmFluke gave us easy casual familiar affection and a kiss, but no BL tropes, just romance.

Fish Upon The Sky Ep 3 - Pi is a total spazz & the ghost story bit was... well, it was something wasn’t it? Lots of tropes: fixing his clothes, wound tending, drag baby around, piggyback, head in lap, hand hold, and ending on a drunk kiss. I just noticed Pi uses guu/mueng with Mork, but Mork’s a year older. (So I have a new entry onto the linguistic brats list.) So rude and presumptuous. Also I gotta say this, don’t wear watches when you’re working on a cadaver, mmky boys?

Y-Destiny Ep 4 - look MaxNat have great chemistry, this ep had loads of great tropes (e.g. cheek kiss, rooftop, public claiming via phone), it’s not their fault I’m just not wild about these characters. I do like Nuea’s wanna-be idol wardrobe though. And Sun is sporting the red bag version of Tharn’s black bag that I wanted so bad in TT2. (I wonder if I can score a knock off when I’m over there?) Regardless, I basically grinned all the way through this installment, so that’s another thumbs up from me for Y-Destiny. Who knew I’d come around? Man would I love to see these two get their own series.

Brothers Ep 12 - teacher/student exposed! But the power of boys on phones will overcome all. No KhunKaow for me, so of course I found this ep tragically disappointing.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

HIStory 4: Close To You (Taiwan) Ep 6 - MuRen is officially a yaoi manga character in the flesh. H4′s outright mockery/subversion of tropes “don’t touch him he’s mine,” + “touch my lip & think of kissing” makes the fact that other (way more damaging) tropes are being blithely utilized without critique almost - dare i say it? - insulting. YongJie is trash but I’m the one who feels like trash because I want to forgive him. How aptly abusive & dysfunctional we all are. I don’t know whether to applaud H4 or start drinking. (Maybe this is the show I should invent a cocktail for? Who am I kidding? This is totally a jello shots show.)

Friend or Lover (Taiwan) Ep 2 - I thought this was only a microfilm but turns out it’s a web series. It’s cute. I’m enjoying it.

My Lascivious Boss (Vietnam) Ep 3 - subs take a while to drop but it’s still better than average. I like a secret identity trope, I love a grumpy/sunshine pairing, and the side couple is great but this ep was slow. With only 6 total (I assume) they better get the main couple together next ep or the improved quality of this series will be sacrificed on the alter of pacing issues.

Word of Honor (China) Ep 28-30 - slowed down to focus on bad guys (yawn...ooo Scorpion...yawn again). Then baby gets kidnapped, other baby goes crazy, and old friends turn up. We end on DOOM because mathematically this was an episode 11. All boxes checked.

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (Korea) Ep 3-4 - how is this show SO DAMN CUTE & weirdly wholesome at the same time? Another one of those: Will Korea resolve this satisfactorily in 4 short eps? But I seem to say that half way through every Korean BL. These days, I have complete faith. Warm fuzzies for everyone.

Stand Alones

Color Rush movie is the same as the series. There is a stinger at the VERY end (untranslated) but which I’m assuming has something to do with the missing mother. Is this a possible indication of a 2nd season? Hopefully someone will eng sub the stinger and post it out into the universe. So yeah, Color Rush movie = To My Star style, sadly, not Wish You. That said, I did enjoy watching with different subs. The first version I watched was fan subbed, and they were better on English colloquialisms. Viki’s subs are better on Korean colloquialisms.

Breaking News

Bunch of new press on Thailand’s I Told the Sunset About You 2 AKA I Promised You the Moon. Here’s a master post on the subject with all the links you could ever want. It will start airing May 27th 8 pm (Thai time) on LINETV.

New Thai Bl Golden Blood got a teaser trailer. Stars familiar side dish Gun Napat (Techno from LBC) as a rich kid who needs a bodyguard. Yeah, it looks to be the Thai version of Where Your Eyes Linger which is FINE. I love me a bodyguard romance. DO EETTT Thailand. Trailer contains ALL the tropes: dry his hair, piggyback, cooking together, and more, plus good smooches. It looks GREAT. Also cheeper to make then KinPorsche and it might get funded due to of residual enthusiasm. Also GOOD TITLE.

Close Friend got another teaser trailer this one for Talay & Yoon (no subs).

Taiwan has a new BL coming out... eventually. Looks to be a new franchise like the HIStory series with different couple(s) each season. It’s the first Taiwanese BL from a major in-country network. The first installment is titled Be Loved in House: I Do (seriously Taiwan, could we talk about your titles?). It stars a familiar face, Aaron Lai from HIStory: My Hero. It’s a grumpy/tsundere boss/employee office-set BL with some forced proximity to push them together. (Nods to Japan.) No release date, but (unlike Thailand) Taiwan usually doesn’t make announcements without content & serious intent.

Gossip

Taiwanese BL NOVEL Miracle dropped a trailer, no subs or translation. According to YouTube comments it was supposed to be part of HIStory3 but MODC took on its slot. Still it’s kinda fun to see what might have been.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Some shows may be listed later than actual air date for International accessibility reasons.

Upcoming 2021 BL master post here.

Links to watch are provided when possible, ask in a comment if I missed something.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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💎💍TO CATCH A THIEF💍💎

Prompt: Inspired by the song: To Catch A Thief by Lovage

Word Count: Really Long, girl 😩

Pairings: 1930’s Mob! Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, smut (implied), murder, manipulation.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: As cliche as it sounds, I’m a truly lover of music and love different genres. I love to be able to show different types of bands/ projects/ music that sometimes people might not even know exists. So this little fic is inspired by one of my favorite music projects EVER: LOVAGE (it has Mike Patton on it, so of course I would love it! The man has been my musician crush since I was 9 years old! And he’s amazing, so). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Of course I’ve heard of them and of course they’ve caught my interest! The Reigns’s and Uso’s were one of the biggest gangsters families among the USA, who were responsible for the biggest robberies across the country.

The current rumors spreading around the neighborhood swore they were here, hiding from the authorities, in our small little town.

And I would give anything to meet one of them. As the daughter of a prostitute, my only fate was to follow my mother’s footsteps but I am more ambitious than that! The only way to prosper in life is to be completely feared. Be feared not respected as Machiavelli himself taught. And I know, for a fact that, that is completely true! Growing up in the red light neighborhood had proved to be quite the life lesson, actually. ‘Don’t trust the police’, ‘Make alliances with criminals’, ‘Trust no one’, ‘Don’t snitch’, ‘You never hear or see anything’, ‘Mind your own business’, ‘Don’t allow people to mind YOUR business’, ‘Show no emotions’, ‘Always be smarter than your enemies’, were a few of those rules. People think that, for a woman to be perfectly successful in the 1930’s she needs to be a trophy wife, nothing more than a beautiful face with zero brains and a pair of open legs to a rich husband. But they are wrong! You see, any woman can use her beauty and charm to manipulate and conquer whatever she wants, but she can only maintain that manipulation power if she’s smart enough. I’ve had the town mayor, Mr. Heyman, gift me a beautiful diamond crown (that originally was meant to be his wife’s birthday present) just with some charm and sweet nothings whispered to him. I didn’t needed to warm his bed for it, I just had to be smart enough to understand his weaknesses and say the right words! I know what I want, so I get it, and believe me when I say: I will have Roman Reigns all to myself.

Things were disappearing in my neighborhood

Once again somebody was up to no good

I saw that you were wanted, but not like I wanted you

And that's when I knew I had to be with you

And that's when I knew if I didn't, I'd be through

To end my grief I'd have to catch a thief

Your love was my relief my love is your release.

Ah! Mayor Heyman’s high society ‘charity gala balls’ (aka meet your husband’s new mistress), were the most futile yet amusing events of this town. I wasn’t a high society woman, economically speaking but again I’m good at saying the right things to the right people. So it’s no surprise to see my name in the mayor’s guest list.

I entry the big doors of the city hall wearing my most recently acquisition: an emerald green velvet dress (gifted by the Senator John), my high heels (Another gift from Mr. Smith, the banker) and my hand purse (from the all so lovely Mayor Heyman)...Speak of the Devil.

“Y/N” He greeted

“Oh, Mayor Heyman. What an honor” I smiled sweetly

“Believe me, it’s my honor, dear” He kisses my hand in an flirtatious way. And it’s a good thing I’m great at keeping my gag reflex in control.

“Oh please, I’m the one who has to thank you for always reminding little old me for your tremendously chic events. I can’t express my gratitude enough for you always having so much compassion in your heart!” I scoot closer to him, slightly fixing his tie “It is such a shame that you’re a married man, mayor Heyman, I would have loved to be your wife” I whispered softly

He gulped “I can change that” He smirked

“Oh please, mayor!” I stepped back with a offended look on my face “As a Christian woman, I cannot support divorce! That is some type of thinking that will lead us directly back to sodom and gomorrah! I can’t believe you just said that to me” I make the sign of the cross

“I am so sorry, Y/N it was not my intention-“

“I am not a prostitute or a home wrecker, mayor Heyman! I am a woman devoted to the Lord and I will not accept or tolerate that type of language or insinuations towards me!”

“I am deeply sorry Y/N, I truly am! Let me make it up to you. Here” He fastly signed a blank check “Please take this”

“I can’t” I whisper, pretending embarrassment

“Please, Y/N! It’s the least I can do. You can use it for whatever you want, no matter the price. I could never offend you! You’re such an amazing woman. Please accept it!” His pleading eyes let me know I had him hooked.

I ‘reluctantly’ accepted “Well, thank you, so much” I murmur with tears upon my eyes

“No, I’m the one who has to thank you, for dismissing my ogre behavior” He smiled “I’ll leave you now, so you can fix your makeup”

“Thank you, mayor Heyman”

Once he’s out of my sight, I can drop the naïve girl routine.

“Impressive” A deep male voice spoke from behind me

When I turn around, my knees almost failed me... it was him.

“I beg your pardon?” I ask

“The little stunt you just did with the mayor, was truly impressive. I swear that if I didn’t saw you get out of your naïve christian woman character I would have one hundred percent believed too” He smirked

“Mr. Reigns. That’s a compliment coming from you”

“You know who I am”

I shrugged “I’ve heard a few things here and there”

He gets closer to me, until our faces almost touched

“Yeah? Tell me, Y/N. That’s your name right?” He asked and I nodded

“What have you heard, Y/N?”

“How your the head of the table on your family’s business” I mumbled

“How does a woman like you, know about my family’s business, Y/N?” He walks forward, making me step back until I my back reached a closed door.

“I was raised on the streets”

Roman’s eyebrows raise in surprise “Really? You don’t seem like the streets type” He said, caressing my cheek.

“I had to learn how to be more polished if I didn’t wanted to become a hooker”

“I see” He buried his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply my perfume as his hands rested on my waist “And I imagine your perfume is also a result from a similar scene with the mayor” Roman whispered in my ear

“The senator not the mayor” I cackled

He amusingly laughs on my ear “You have friends in high places, huh?” His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the dress

“People use what they have, Mr. Reigns” I look into his eyes “You use you intimidating strength” I squeeze his biceps “And I use my womanly charm” I batted my lashes “They’re both means to an end”

Come into my window

It's open every night

That's where I'll be waiting

I'll keep off all the lights

I'm lying on my bed

Crown jewels on my head

The loud knocks on my front door made me quickly get up. Going down the stairs I can see a tall manly figure waiting for me to come and answer. I grab my Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless gun from the little drawer on my cupboard.

Placing my finger on the trigger I opened the door.

“Yes?” I ask harmlessly

“Mrs. Y/N?” The tall Samoan man asked

I nodded once

“My name is Jey and I’m here in behalf of Mr. Reigns”

I nodded again

“Why don’t you come and take a ride with me?” Jey coldly smiled

I'd never give you up

So come in from the cold, let your guard down

I'd hide you from the cops

Don't be frightened now my love

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

The hotel room is big, fancy and very expensive by the looks of it. If I had to take a lucky guess, I would say that he’s not paying for anything in here, it is all a curtesy from the mayor.

“I’m glad you came” Roman smiles

“Did I had a choice?” I tilted my head

“No, you didn’t” He chuckled “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“Are you going to drug me if I say yes?” I joke

“Depends on your answer to my proposal” He smirked

“Proposal?”

“Yes” Roman got up from his chair coming to stand in front of me

“You see, Y/N. You’re a very, very interesting woman. Ambitious, smart, charming, intelligent and gorgeous. You’re not easily scared, in fact, it looks like you enjoy danger” He pulled me closer to him, until our bodies were pressed together “I could use a woman like you in my business. At the gala ball you told me about your goals in life and I could see with my own eyes you successfully work your magic on every men in that room. So, what I propose to you is: come with me, I’m leaving town tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me, be a part of my team, use your looks and your brain to our favor.”

“And what’s in it for me?” I asked

“Money, power, jewels...Anything you want” He sincerely said

“What if I would like to add you to that package?” I whispered

Come in off that roof top

You're so handsome dressed in black

See you in the shadows

I'd like to see you on your back

Take this precious treasure

And I will treasure you

Roman smirked “So be it! If you want me too, then you can have me”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a famished kiss. Pushing me down on the bed, his broad body hovering over mine, grinding, kissing, biting, panting, pounding and moaning until the first rays of sunshine from the next day peaked through the curtains...

6 MONTHS LATER

“What do you say about we take a drink, Mrs. Reigns?” Tony, my husband’s arch enemy and Capo of the Italian Mob asked

“I would love to” I smile sweetly as I hook my arm in his. Going to the back alley.

“I figured it was already time for you to leave that husband of yours for a real man, you know? And I knew you would come to me, sugar” Tony winked

“You’re right, Tony. I do need a real man” I smirked to the shadows when the gun fired.

Tony’s body fell down by my side on the dirty alley street

“But you didn’t thought you were that man, right?” I cackled

Roman’s arm circle around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Hello Tony” He smiled “Did you really thought you could have her?” Roman chuckled “C’mon, we both know she’s too much of a woman for you! You can’t handle it! I bet you’re regretting to have thought with your dick now, don’t you?”

“She will leave you eventually Reigns. Just wait for it!” Tony spat

I pressed my high heel on his chest wound, pressing it down and making Tony scream in agony

“You watch your mouth, you fucking fat pig! You know nothing, you ARE NOTHING! I would never leave Roman for you” I laugh “I will never leave him for anyone” I smile at him, aiming to his head and pressing the trigger right afterwards.

We'll run away my dear

Some place special have no fear

We'll even change our names

We'll be kinky, we'll be strange

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

All to catch a thief

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

All to catch a thief

“You are perfect” Roman whispered, kissing me vigorously in front of Tony’s dead body. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here” He opened the passenger door of his Rolls Royce and I enter it.

Once we’re driving through the highway he says

“I can’t wait for us to get to the hotel” Roman kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers “I’m going to fuck you senseless” He growls

And I can’t help the happiness smile that spreads on my lips..

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Russian Roulette - Pt. 1

Hey there! I have been with this idea well-kept for a time, but just now I could finally write it. Hope you like it!

About this series: You are an Au Pair, who is living in America for the past 7 months. You become friends with Scott and Stiles and begun to notice that they have some secrets. Worried, you use your smartness to find out what the hell is going on with your friends, and simply bump into the supernatural world despite all the effort the boys made to keep you away from it. It seems like you are diving deeper and deeper into this dark world, mainly after you found out that you have a werewolf soulmate. In this series, you will find: Alternative Universe, Soulmate plot, Angst, Fluff. Word count: 1.261 Pairings: Foreigner!Reader x Platonic! Scott and Stiles Warnings: English is not my main language <3 Yeah, it was based on Russian Roulette by Rihanna Russian Roulette series: Chapter Two RUSSIAN ROULETTE MASTERLIST TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

"Wake up, dear! School day!"

You had knocked on the door twice and slightly, waking up Sarah Britton, who was five years old. It was a beautiful and sunny Monday, and mainly another day of the job for you.

You were an Au Pair: Basically, a foreigner nanny who is hosted by an American family - called "host family" - while taking care of their children - called "host kids" -, and study at the same time. It is an exchange program, and you already had completed seven months in the United States.

Sarah and her older sister, Natasha, with her nine years old, despite not have the same blood as you, was almost like your children. You were fully passionate about them, and the girls love you the same way.

Sarah rolled through the sheets, letting out a low groan.

"Just more five minutes, pleease..."

"No, hun, you need to wake up. Come on, you'll get late! Nat's already downstairs."

She sits up on the bed, rubbing her eyes, lazy. When you saw her getting into the bathroom, you go downstairs to check Nat when, finally, the song of the bell echoes through the house. And when you open the front door, you saw those two little troublemakers you were waiting for.

"Good morning, sunshine!"

You gave Stiles a low chuckle, taking a step to the side, letting Stilinski and McCall enter the house. Scott gave you a warm hug.

"Morning, (Y/N)!"

You retributed the hug, with a huge smile on the face.

"Good morning, boys! Your breakfast is in the kitchen. Be fast, or Nat will eat it, and you'll go to class starving."

Stiles was the boy next door. He and Scott were one of the first people in the city who you had met. You remember like it was yesterday when you were lost, and Stiles and Scott offered you a ride on Stiles's Jeep - since your English course was next to their school. Since then, you took a ride with them every day. You were so funny, and so sweet, that you become friends quickly. Since then, Scott and Stiles were used to having their breakfast in your home. Both of them walked through the living room to the kitchen, and Stiles smiled at Nat.

"Wow! Are you eating that much?"

The girl returned the smile for him.

"Yeah, be careful!"

Scott and Stiles sat on the chairs, ready to eat. Sarah came down a few minutes later, and then, when everyone had finished their breakfasts and the girls took the school bus, you, Scott, and Stiles got into the Jeep. You were going to the school, and the chat was nice and funny as always. But, then, a weird matter arouse inside the Jeep.

"Uhn, so..." Scott looks at you from the passenger's seat. He seems cautious. "The officials have been saying that these attacks through the town were from animals."

You arched your eyebrows, disbelief with that information.

"Well, I don't know what kind of animal just simply rip humans that way. Don't you guys think there's something weird?"

Scott opened his mouth, and he and Stiles stare at each other. You had the odd impression that the words simply ran from them. Stiles clears his throat and starts to talk.

"Well, my dad saw the body personally, and he also thinks it was an animal."

"Sebastian also saw the body personally, and he thinks it's everything too weird."

Sebastian, your host dad, was the co-worker of Sheriff Stilinski. He was like a dad for you, and it was common for you to talk with him about his work. You always create suppositions about his investigations with him when you saw something in the newspaper, and he always thought of how funny your theories were.

"I'm just saying" Scott started to say again "that you have to be careful. You'll be going to a party on Friday, aren't you? Did you really need to go to this party?"

You rolled your eyes.

"Of course I need. I mean, my time here is limited, do you know about that? An Au Pair just can stay in America legally for two years. I'd already had seven months, and I want to enjoy every weekend, and every party, before going back to my country. Come on, Scott, I need to enjoy this experience! Also, I heard that it will be a full moon night on Friday." Scott's eyes become wider but you didn't stop to talk "Seems like the sky will be pretty romantic, and, you know, it would be cool if I found a nice guy to see the stars with me."

"But..." Stiles began to talk "You aren't afraid of die?"

"Guys, I'll be okay. It's just a party. You're overacting."

Stiles parked on the school, and you come out of the jeep. Stiles and Scott were weird, and they seem worried about something.

"Come on, boys!" You crossed your arms in front of your body, with your eyes narrowed like a cat's eyes. "Do you think you guys can make a fool of me? I know you're hiding something." This time, it was your turn to look at them worryingly. "You can talk with me if you're in trouble. Don't be afraid of it, I'm pretty sure I can help you. Come on guys, what the heck is going on?"

They contracted his mouths. Oh my Gosh. They were holding a laugh in a moment like these? Are they kidding with you? Scott was the first to open his mouth to say something.

"You meant to say 'what the heck, (Y/N). The neck is the part between the head and the chest, the place you put your necklaces."

"...Oh." You blush. "Heck. Okay. But I'm talking seriously with you. I know you're hiding something, and I hope it's just teenage bullshit. Please, don't do something that will ruin your lives."

Scott and Stiles's hearts ached a little bit with your puppy's worried eyes. You were smart, and all of your smartness was a dangerous thing in Beacon Hills. You could put yourself in danger being like that.

"'We're fine, okay?" Stiles said for you, with a comforting smile that didn't get any effects on you "You don't need to worry with us."

And, then, Scott was looking to the front of the school. He was serious at this time.

"Stiles, we have to go."

When Stiles looked in the direction that Scott was staring at, his face became pale as a candle. Your gaze followed their gaze, and you found a guy next to a black car, with sunglasses and a serious face. And, gosh, he was creepy!

The boys come back to look at you, with a fake smile, and walking away from you. Scott and Stiles wave their hands for you, saying goodbye, and Scott's says loud:

"Bye!"

With a soft smile, you wave your hands to them.

"Don't come back to your houses more dumbs than you already are!"

You turn around and cross the street, walking on the pavement towards your English course. But, then, you stopped walking. You turn around and see, from the other side of the street, Scott and Stiles talking with the creepy guy. The conversation between them sounds serious for you, and you had the impression that the creepy guy from the black car not just had known something about the secrets of Stiles and Scott than also was part of it.

And you were determined to find out about everything.

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medea10 · 2 years ago

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My Review of Love Live Nijigasaki School Idol Club 2nd Season

Season One Review

Welcome back to Idol Hell!

Love Live, much like the Idolm@ster franchise will never die (for now anyways). In the last couple of years, we were given a few new Love Live series since the original and Sunshine are finished. Nijigasaki and Superstar got their chance in the anime realm and surprisingly, the reviews were mostly positive. I can’t complain, I thought both Love Lives were good as well. Let’s see what’s going to happen with Ayumu, Setsuna, Kasumi and the rest this season.

HISTORY: Unlike many of the other Love Live series, Nijigasaki has got something that the other school settings don’t. A profitable school that is not in dire straits or in danger of shutting down! So we can forego any plot of the girls of the group starting an idol club in hopes of getting more attendance. These girls wanted to become idols because they just wanted to! Ayumu saw Setsuna perform one day and was inspired to join the idol club at her school. Unfortunately, the club was disbanded due to a lot of inner conflict with the members. Another thing that differs from the other series is that the girls of Nijigasaki are more comfortable doing solo projects and will only collaborate with the other members every now and then. Though there are plenty of songs now where the whole cast sings together! Anyways, we have the standard nine members for the group; Ayumu, Kasumi, Shizuku, Karin, Emma, Kanata, Ai, Rina, and Setsuna. But again, this series is far different and has an unofficial 10th member, Yuu. She isn’t really an idol, she’s just there for the girls.

SEASON TWO: The girls of the Nijigasaki Idol Club are coming off the success of their idol festival (from the previous season). Their next chance at showing the school what they’re really made of is the school’s own festival. With a little help from the student council (like member Shioriko), things were able to go off without too many hiccups. There, they meet a new exchange student from Hong Kong named Lanzhu. She has a heavy interest in idols and wants to join the group. However, she has different views on what it means to be an idol than the other girls. Like she really doesn’t see the use of having Yuu on the idol team when she doesn’t contribute like the rest of the girls! Aside from Lanzhu, she is also joined by another exchange student named Mia. She’s not as outgoing as Lanzhu and prefers to stick to songwriting.

LICENSING: FUNimation still has a strong grip on the Love Live series while letting some of the other series slip through the cracks. With the partnership between them and Crunchyroll, this series was able to receive a wider audience as Crunchyroll was able to give this series to people in other countries. Since my posting of the first season review, an English dub has been released. As my previous review didn’t contain that list, here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

ENGLISH CAST: *Ayumu is played by Suzie Yeung (known for Milize on 86, Sumi on Rent-A-Girlfriend, Koito on Wonder Egg Priority, and Doppelganger on Railgun T)

*Yuu is played by Madeline Dorroh

*Setsuna is played by Laura Stahl (known for Ray on The Promised Neverland, Hayato on Jojo’s Pt. 4, and Mami on Rent-A-Girlfriend)

*Kasumi is played by Kayli Mills (known for Emilia on Re:Zero, Megumin on Konosuba, Alice on SAO: Alicization, Eosinophil on Cells at Work, Kaname on Tonikawa, Runa on Kakegurui, and Fiore on Fate/Apocrypha)

*Shizuku is played by Jill Harris (known for Noelle on Black Clover, Aura on Overlord, Mayaka on Hyouka, Lamy on Fairy Tail, and Mandalay on My Hero Academia)

*Kanata is played by Lindsay Seidel (known for Eris on Mushoku Tensei, Gabi on Attack on Titan, Nagisa on Assassination Classroom, Ruka on Steins;Gate, Romeo on Fairy Tail, Vanica on Black Clover, and Himegami on Index)

*Ai is played by Daisy Guevara

*Rina is played by Hayden Daviau (known for Onna on Goblin Slayer)

*Emma is played by Lisa Reimold (known for Rion on Yashahime)

*Karin is played by Shara Kirby

NEW CHARACTERS INTRODUCED: I already knew these three were coming due to playing hours and hours of the rhythm game. Shioriko (on the right) is part of the student council with Setsuna (who is in disguise as Nana). She’s had a fascination with school idols since she was younger and watching her older sister compete. Lanzhu (in the middle) comes from Hong Kong and is totally into the idol scene. She knows Shioriko and is friends with her. And Mia (on the left) is an exchange student from America who is kinda dragged against her will by Lanzhu. She writes songs for Lanzhu to sing, but she doesn’t sing herself.

Oh, I should probably talk about this here as well. There was a little uproar in the Love Live community about Mia. Fans would have preferred if Shuu Uchida would reprise her role in English as she’s very fluent in the language. That’s cute, guys! Unless she’s playing a Pokemon ain’t no way she’s going to be used in the English version to ANYTHING. Dude, FUNimation won’t do that! It’s a lot cheaper for them to use local voice actors in their union. Plus, if they didn’t use those authentic Australians from the second season of Free! in their dub, what makes you think they’d have Shuu Uchida voice Mia? Here’s what you might recognize these folks from.

JAPANESE CAST: *Shioriko is played by Moeka Koizumi (known for Shiho on Odd Taxi)

*Lanzhu is played by Akina Houmoto

*Mia is played by Shuu Uchida

ENGLISH CAST: *Shioriko is played by Caitlin Myers

*Lanzhu is played by Courtney Lin

*Mia is played by Lindsay Sheppard (known for Aria on Pokemon XY)

SHIPPING PART DEUX: I see what you’re doing, Love Live.

You know what? I wasn’t feeling too shippy this season. Don’t get me wrong, Nijigasaki has some ships I will ride-or-die on. Karin x Emma is my OTP and no one can detour me from that. I just wasn’t feeling it this season. Plus, there weren’t any crazy-ass scenes like that Ayumu x Yuu moment from last season.

SUB-GROUPS: If you play some of the Love Live game apps, you might be familiar with sub-groups or sub-units. These groups usually consist of 2-4 members. I don’t recall the previous animes touching upon them that much or even using the names of the units, but I remember the songs from the app games and the single CDs. In this Love Live, the girls are mostly solo artists and only for special occasions will they do things with all nine members. This season, we got introduced to the sub-groups like A*ZU*NA, QU4RTZ and DiverDiva.

It’s about fucking time! Do you know how awesome it would have been in the previous seasons if we got to hear songs from the other sub-groups? I would have killed for a performance from either Azelea or BiBi. I realize neither group I mentioned featured my favorite character, it’s just that Azelea and BiBi have the best bangers. They’re the best units, don’t at me!

ENDING: This season, we got introduced to sub-groups and more idol groups from schools nearby. If you played Love Live School Idol Festival, you might recognize a lot of these girls. They’re not SSR players or anything like that, but they still exist. In fact, Emma, Kanata, and Shizuku were those random characters you’d see.

Besides that, we’ve had Setsuna and Shioriko go through their own character growths. Setsuna finally revealed to everyone (including her mother) that she’s an idol. Shioriko on the other hand came to the conclusion that she still wanted to become an idol even after her older sister couldn’t make it to the top years ago. And then the long-time holdout of the season, Lanzhu! No doubt, she’s a great solo idol. But she felt inferior compared to the Nijigasaki girls. What do you expect? Tokimeki Runners is a banger, especially when the song has all the girls singing! Lanzhu decides after the idol festival that she was going to return to Shanghai. Of course, she was met with resistance from Mia, who is working through her own issues of performing in front of people. Mia tries to reach Lanzhu through her own gift and succeeds.

So, we have a couple of episodes left and we’ve managed to get through Shioriko wanting to become an idol, Lanzhu officially joining Nijigasaki, and Mia finally singing. What now? Well, the girls are examining their past as a group and what they want to do for the future. Some of the girls have come to some important decisions for the upcoming future. Mia is going to stay in Japan a little longer than she was originally going to stay. Setsuna’s not going to run a second time for student council president. Shioriko decides to run for Setsuna’s president seat and also continue being a school idol. With all of these new changes, Karin comes up with an idea to put on a concert where it's just Nijigasaki performing. This will actually be the first time where Nijigasaki wasn’t collabing or piggy-backing off other idol groups or the school. All of the idol festivals up to this point have involved the other schools in the area and featured many of the non-memorable characters you’d see in the rhythm game app Love Live School Idol Festival. They set their big concert for New Years Eve.

Seeing as we are nearing the holidays, I feel like this school year is inching closer to the end. Normally around this time, it would be time for the third years to prepare for college and that’s usually the end of the idol group. This series does not talk about that! The ones about to embark on a big adventure are Yuu and Ayumu (who are second years). Yuu has plans of entering a contest for songwriters. And as for Ayumu, she has plans of spending the next school year in London.

The day of the concert went nearly flawless. Nearly! The only major hiccup was that Rina’s headgear malfunctioned and she didn’t fix it in time for her set. And the audience saw Rina perform without her electronic face. Well, the audience loved Rina regardless and that’s what’s important. It was an episode of songs and a big surprise for fans from the Philippenes as the Mega Mall was featured in the episode during the closing number. Believe it or not, the Philippenes are the biggest fans of Love Live and possibly any other idol anime. No, seriously they are! We end the season with Ayumu going to London, no word on a sequel movie or season, and Nijigasaki didn’t enter Love Live.

Yeah, how about that?! Nijigasaki DID NOT enter in a Love Live contest. Yo, isn’t the name of this series LOVE LIVE? However, some of the minor characters (including Kanata’s sister) entered. The characters that are like throw-aways in the rhythm games! I truly don’t know how to feel about that. Every other group has entered or has attempted to enter at least once. Even Liella!

Aside from my grumblings about that, the second season kinda feels finished and yet not. It’s probably because of the final episode with the big concert and we end with seeing things like Shioriko head of student council, Ayumu in London, and some of the other girls exploring other things. But then you see many unfinished things that this anime could have touched upon. At least three of these girls are exchange students. Who the hell knows when Lanzhu will go back to Hong Kong? Ditto for Mia going back to the states. Emma, Kanata, and Karin are all third years, plus Emma’s an Italian exchange student! When the hell are they graduating? And still, a LOVE LIVE?! I mean, it is the name of the series. LOVE LIVE!

Once again, Nijigasaki is that one series in the Love Live franchise that’s got to be different from the rest. They have the most members out of all of the groups, they’re the only group that has yet to compete in a Love Live compition, they don’t really have a group name as most of them prefer to be single or in sub-groups, and their school was never in any danger of shutting down like every other school in the Love Live franchise.

But what if it was? Bear with me on this one as I’m thinking out loud. What if hypothetically, they do a Nijigasaki movie where the entire school is wrecked due to a typhoon or fire or earthquake? And the girls put on a benefit show and have the other girls from the other schools come and do the show as well? Add the Love Live festival there while you’re at it! Boom! Let’s make that happen. In the meantime, I’ll go back to playing the rhythm apps and watching the new season of Love Live Superstar.

If you want to check out Love Live Nijigasaki, Crunchyroll has every episode (sub & dub) available to watch. Other Love Live properties are also available through Crunchyroll��s website as well (except for the original Love Live).

#anime review #love live #love live nijigasaki high school idol club #karin asaka #emma verde #kanata konoe #shioriko mifune #mia taylor #yuu takasaki #ai miyashita #kasumi nakasu #shizuku osaka #setsuna yuki #ayumu uehara #lanzhu zhong #love live nijigasaki high school idol club 2nd season

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flannels-and-fannypacks · 4 years ago

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Will They Won’t They | Part 3/4 [Reggie Peters]

Pairing: Reggie Peters x fem!reader

Words: 5.7k

Summary: Reggie and reader were the best of friends up until middle school where they drifted apart and decided never to speak to each other again. What happens when a shared algebra class and a resulting detention force them to spend and increasing amount of time together. Will it be enough to overcome the mutual hate? Or was the relationship doomed from the start.

WARNINGS: swears, spicy dancing, ANGST

A/N: hey it’s drea in charge of posting again :) hope you all are doing well! if you enjoy this, please like, comment, and reblog! if you want to stay updated, dm us to be added to our taglist! sending my love <3 - drea :)

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The next morning, all the boys were refreshed and ready to start their practice. You, however, were upstairs in Rose’s room as she insisted on “dolling you up.”

“So,” Rose began as she brushed your hair out.

You rolled your eyes as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. You could almost see a difference in your appearance, and that had nothing to do with Rose’s magical abilities to style hair. You seemed happier, and your smile was...brighter. You haven’t seen that side of you since before middle school.

“I know it’s not just me who noticed it, but what happened there with you and country boy,” she gave you a light chuckle.

“What do you mean?” you asked innocently.

“What do you mean what do I mean?” Rose asked back confusingly. “You guys were just all close and not hating each other all of a sudden. What happened?”

“I don’t know,” you lied. “O-Our relationship is complicated, you know that. Somethings that happen now have been happening for a long time, if you know what I mean, and the only other person that knows about it is one of us,”

“So he just needed a friend?”

“Pretty much,” you nodded. “And I think he knew I needed one too, so for now we’re on civil terms,”

“It seems a bit more than civil to me,” Rose shrugged, turning you around so she could put on some eye shadow.

“Do we really have to do this?” you pointed to the makeup. “And yeah, it’s just civil,”

“It’s fun, come on!” she chuckled. “But you’re telling me you didn’t feel anything when he kissed you? Or when we found out that somehow you’d gotten paired with him in MASH?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, unsure if you were lying to your friend or not, it didn’t even seem to be clear for you at the moment. “It was just a kiss on the forehead. Nothing else to it.”

“Alright, if you say so,” she shrugged right as the door swung open, revealing Luke entering the room and flopping down on the bed.

“Lady Bunny, what’s up? I miss you,” he smiled and you chuckled, rolling your eyes yet again, but this time in a more affectionate manner.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing? You guys have a gig coming up soon don’t you?”

“We’re on break, so I thought I’d come visit my daughter,”

“Well your daughter is fine so you can leave,” you said begrudgingly.

“Nope, not gonna happen lady bunny,” he shook his head as Rose finished your eyeshadow and grabbed your arm, throwing you over his shoulder like the first time you met him and headed downstairs and to the studio.

By this point you had learned not to fight it when Luke carried you, otherwise not only would he get hurt, but you had put yourself in grave danger more times than you would like to admit.

When you reached the studio Luke placed you down gently on the couch before grabbing his guitar and motioning or the boys to get ready.

“We’d like to dedicate this song to a special someone in the audience,” Alex started, talking into his mic.

“Someone whose face looks like that of a bunny,” Luke added.

“And has a mean sucker punch,” Bobby contributed.

“And is just overall a pretty terrible person,” Reggie finished and you couldn’t help but laugh along with Rose on the sidelines.

“So Lady Bunny, this one’s for you,” Luke said, pointing at you before looking back down at his guitar.

The rock beat started slowly, with a familiar choppy guitar beginning that sounded like maybe it should have been a bit softer, but even though they had barely started you already knew what they were playing.

Reggie came in shortly after on bass along with Alex on drums and Luke on lead guitar.

You tapped your foot along to the beat while Luke gave you a knowing look and started singing,

“When it began, I can’t begin to knowing, but then I know it’s growing strong,”

Reggie hopped in, taking over for the next part of the verse, “Was in the spring, then spring became the summer. Who’s have believed you’d come along,”

Now all the boys were joining in together for the pre chorus,

“Hand, touching hand. Reaching out. Touching me. Touching you! My sweet sunshine,”

“Ba! Ba! Ba!” you and Rose came in right on beat.

“Good times never seemed so good,” Luke sang effortlessly.

“I’ve been inclined,” Reggie started, leaving room for you and Rose to come in once more. “To believe they never would, but now I,”

As the boys continued to sing, Rose stood up and pulled you to your feet. Giggling, the girl danced energetically in the middle of the studio, gesturing for you to join.

“Dance, (N/N)!” she exclaimed, her voice slightly drowned out from the music. You blushed, slightly swaying to the music until Rose grabbed your hands and waved them around, making you laugh at how ridiculous you both probably looked. “You look like a robot,” she scolded. “Let loose! Feel the music run through you!”

Rolling your eyes, you decided to take your friend’s advice and loosen up a bit. The two of you swayed your hips, occasionally twirling each other or jumping up and down while screaming the lyrics.

The chorus was coming up once more only this time Luke took the lead from the boys, changing Caroline yet again only this time singing something along the lines of,

“Sweet child of mine!”

Causing you to exaggeratedly roll your eyes at him and not noticing the cord that was pulled taught and level with the ground. You shuffled into it, tripping and falling straight in the direction of Reggie and his ‘rock out zone’. Letting out a shriek, you staggered back and closed your eyes, prepared to feel the roughness of the ground, only to be met with a strong pair of arms.

Your eyes fluttered open to see a pair of blue-green eyes stare down at you, sheepishly smiling. The boys had stopped playing once they realized you fell, all of them watching you in his arms.

“Still the clumsiest dork I know, Cookie?” he asked in a teasing voice.

You flashed him a smile. “Always, Flicka,” you replied.

Reggie helped you up but his arms didn’t leave their hold around you. He was so close you could feel his warm breath on your nose and his blue green eyes staring deeply into your soul. His closeness melted away everything around you, it all became fuzz until Alex spoke up and said,

“...Guys?”

You blinked a few times and stepped away from Reggie smoothing out your clothes. Your mind was racing. Did that just happen? Why was your heart beating so rapidly? And dammit, why was Reggie looking at you with that smile of his?

“I-I’m just going to go out for a second, you guys keep going,” you insisted and quickly walked out of the studio. Reggie called out your name, but you brushed him off as you sped down the sidewalk.

You didn’t even know where you were going. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that studio, and honestly all you wanted was to get out, to leave, to think about what just happened.

Back at Rose’s house Reggie was frozen in place. Had he done something wrong? He had just gotten you back, was it really going to be that easy to lose you again.

“Reggie are you okay?” Bobby asked and Reggie frowned, but more a frown of confusion.

“Can we maybe take five?” Reggie said quietly, looking over at Rose, if anyone knew what the hell just happened it would be her.

Rose, who seemed to understand the look on Reggie’s face, subtly pointed at the door to the house. The two went into the kitchen, where Reggie began to pace back and forth.

“What did I just do?” he questioned aloud. “What did I just say? What did I just think?”

Rose’s eyes followed the boy, only to sigh in discomfort. “You mind taking a seat before we talk?” she suggested. “Sorry, you’re making me dizzy.”

Reggie paused before taking a seat at the table, his knees bouncing up and down as continued to ramble. “Was it something I did wrong?” he asked Rose. “I-I mean I always joke with her. She’s always clumsy a-and we’ve danced before so it’s not like the close proximity could have scared her off, right? Right? Rose, please say something before I do something stupid.”

Rose winced. “How stupid?” she risked asking.

“Like climb your roof and look for her stupid.”

Rose took the seat across from Reggie, the boy calming down slightly. “Reggie honey, tomar un respiro,” she instructed in Spanish only to be met with more anxiety and confusion.

“Please tell me that wasn’t English and I’m not hallucinating,” he begged, looking as though he was on the verge of passing out of bursting into tears. Or both.

“It’s Spanish Reg, and it means take a breath,” she said softly. “Now tell me slowly what’s going on in your heart,” she emphasized.

“I-I… (Y/N),” he said quietly, bringing a hand to his mouth, chewing on his nail. “Fuck me,” he groaned and fell back in his chair.

“What about (Y/N)?” Rose asked.

“Everything,” Reggie shook his head. “It’s always been everything. She’s always been my everything.”

Rose took his hand from his mouth and brought it down. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific than that, Reg.”

Reggie closed his eyes, pondering for a moment. “Ever since we were little, it was always me and her. Cookie and Flicka. We were partners in crime. Bonnie and Clyde, like she’d always say. And then I was stupid enough to let her go in middle school. But even after we stopped talking, I never stopped thinking about her. She was on my mind 24/7. Playing music with the guys, I always wondered what she would think about our music. When I was having a rough day, I would think about what she would say to cheer me up. E-even at night I’d stay up, wondering what she’d be doing if she were awake at this hour.” Reggie chucked to himself. “My answer would always be studying or making a midnight snack. A jelly sandwich and gummy worms. I thought it was disgusting but the look on her face when she’d make them growing up, all the thoughts left my mind. Because at the end of the day, she was with me. I always had my Cookie.”

Rose smiled as the boy recalled his memories, sharing them in great detail. It made her realize how alike Reggie and her friend were. They never stopped loving each other, no matter how stubborn they were about it.

“But when we were singing today,” Reggie continued, wiping his hands against his jeans. “I was watching her dance with you. It was the first time I had seen her so care-free, like there wasn’t a single thought in her mind that stressed her with worry and doubt. Something bubbled in my chest, I-I can’t explain it. But damn, her smile and laugh-” Reggie opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. “I felt like if I died today, I’d be glad I saw her at her happiest one last time.”

“Reggie, hon, have you considered you might… maybe you’re in love with her?” Rose asked quietly and Reggie’s eyes widened.

“L-Love, you mean like a friend right?”

“No Reggie,” Rose gave him a kind smile, placing a hand on his that was resting in his lap. “I mean I think you actually love her. The way you talk about her, I-I hope someone talks about me like that one day.”

Reggie’s mouth went dry as he looked over at Rose.

“Rose I-,” he paused. “I can’t tell her,”

“Reggie what do you mean?” Rose exclaimed, her voice becoming slightly louder.

“I can’t do that to her,” he shook his head. “You can’t say anything to her,”

“Why not?” Rose asked, clearly not impressed with him.

“Because she doesn’t want this, clearly. She wants a friend so that’s what I’m going to be, even if it tears me to pieces. I don’t care,” he shook his head. “I’d do anything for her. No matter what the consequences.”

—

For the first time in your weeks of detention, you were the one who arrived late. Reggie had been waiting in the dance studio with Mrs. Leona, quite anxious to say the least. You were queasy as you approached the two, silently waving.

“There you are!” Mrs. Leona grinned, standing up from stretching. “I was starting to think you wouldn’t show up.”

“Sorry,” you apologized quietly, putting your bag on the floor and joining in on the stretches. “Car trouble,” you lied, hoping Reggie wouldn’t be able to notice.

“You okay?” Reggie whispered as you stretched your arms above your head.

You quickly whipped your head to face him. “Of course!” you squeaked. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just look a little nauseous,” Reggie noted, “Are you sure you should be here?”

“I’m fine,” you insisted. “Mrs. Leona, what’s the plan?” you asked, diverting your attention to the dance instructor.

Mrs. Leona reached for her notepad, skimming through her notes. “Well since you two did brilliantly for that last dance, I thought it would be good to request for you guys to work with me again.” She stepped in front of the mirror, clasping her hands together. “This lesson, I’m continuing partner work because unlike you guys, my students lacked the trust, the chemistry.” You squeaked in response, but Mrs. Leona didn’t seem to notice. “So I’m giving them this song to dance to. Lucky for them, it’s just focusing on footwork and lifting. But, since it’s a romantic song, they’re going to need to practice putting their emotions into their dance.” she smiled at the two of you. “But I know the chemistry part won’t be an issue for you both. Let’s get to work, shall we?”

You seemed hesitant to start. “Mrs. Leona maybe we can do something else, like something that doesn’t require close contact or lifting?”

Reggie gave you a look. “Scared I might drop you, Cookie?” he teased before turning back to Mrs. Leona. “It’s fine, we can do this.”

Mrs. Leona went through explaining the beginning portion of the routine, demonstrating the required movements and techniques to accomplish such things. At first you did each part broken up and without music and once you nailed everything at least once she decided you were ready to try and put it all together along with Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes.

You started to get into your position, holding Reggie’s hands in yours. Your heart was beating loudly in your ears, that the music was almost fuzzy at that point. Mrs. Leona’s counting of the beats made you snap out of your thoughts as you pulled closer to Reggie.

Love, I get so lost sometimes

Reggie’s hand trailed up to the side of your face as he cupped it gently, pressing his forehead against yours.

Days pass, and this emptiness fills my heart

As quick as he touched your face, he dropped his hand back down to your waist, dipping you down as he turned you.

When I want to run away, I drive off in my car

You managed to keep eye contact with Reggie the entire time, his blue-green eyes slightly darkening in admiration as you rose back up.

But whichever way I go, I come back to the place you are

His lips quirked up into a smile while he slid down onto his knees to the rhythm of the music.

All my instincts, they return

Following along, you almost draped yourself over Reggie as he leaned back, your hands coming to the sides of his arms, trailing down until you took his hands in yours before pulling him back up carefully.

The grand facade, so soon will burn

You placed his hands delicately on your waist tightly as you fell down into a lunge, his strong arms supporting you.

Without a voice, without my pride, I reach out from the inside.

Your breath hitched as his hands reached slightly under your shirt, just from the movement, but he didn’t seem deterred, moving you away and allowing you to run into the lift where he held your legs until you slid down against him slowly.

In your eyes, the light the heat

His hand came to hold you again just as you spun out and twirled back in, with a little more force than expected, bumping into Reggie’s chest, your lips gently brushing against his own causing every nerve in your body to burn and every muscle to lose its function.

I am complete-

You let out an audible gasp, covering your mouth with your hand. Reggie seemed equally flustered, but managed to hide it well, aside from his reddened cheeks. Mrs. Leona immediately stopped the music, jogging over to the two of you.

“What happened?” she asked, clearly confused. “The two of you were dancing so well?”

You stumbled over your words. “I, erm-” you stammered. “I think I might have landed on my foot wrong after the lift.” It wasn’t your best lie, but at this point you were desperate.

Mrs. Leona’s eyes widened. “Oh no, an injury?” she exclaimed. “Sit down, honey, I’ll get some ice from the nurse’s office.” Before you could refuse, the dance teacher was already long gone.

Reggie turned to you. “Let’s sit you down,” he suggested, pulling you down with him. “Mind if I check if it’s more than a rolled ankle?”

You shook your head repeatedly. “No no, it’s fine,” you quickly told him.

Reggie took your leg and placed it gently on top of his. “Let me,” he insisted. “If it’s really bad, we might need to ask Mrs. Leona to wrap it.” Reggie began to untie your shoelace when you jerked it back abruptly, standing up in the process.

The dark haired boy looked at you suspiciously as you rocked back and forth. “So I’m assuming you’re fine if you’re standing on it normally now,” he deadpanned. You looked down at your two feet, sheepishly kicking your left leg back.

“Ah, a miracle!” you exclaimed awkwardly. “It must have been a flash of pain or something, but it’s better now…”

Reggie frowned, standing up. “Cookie, if you want to lie to Mrs. Leona, fine by me. But you know you can’t lie to me.”

“Who says I’m lying?” you countered and Reggie rolled his eyes.

“Come on (Y/N), seriously?” Reggie looked disappointed. “First you run out of the studio and don’t come back, we had to send Alex and Bobby out to make sure you were okay and now you’re lying? What’s going on? What happened?” he pressed.

“What happened?” you said with disbelief. “Were you not just dancing with me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You… I…” you tried to get out the words, but you shook your head. “I can’t do this Reggie. I can’t do it.”

“Cookie, it’s just me,” he insisted, coming closer to you, holding your arms against your side. “I’m your friend, right? Or at least I thought I was.”

“You are!” you insisted. “I promise. It’s just there’s a lot going on and I need a second to process it,”

You were seriously starting to think he hadn’t noticed what had just happened. Maybe you were reading into it too much, maybe he was just playing it off cool to make sure you were okay. Whatever it was, you didn’t know what to think of it. All you wanted to do was go home and curl up in a tiny ball and drown out the sound of your thoughts with Tracy Chapman’s voice.

Reggie stepped away and scratched the back of his neck.

“I’ll give you some time,” he nodded and walked out to the hallway.

It seemed as though your hearts were two positive charges just constantly pushing each other, further and further away.

—

“In my opinion, I think you should just stop being so conflicted and tell him how you feel about him,” Rose suggested as she brushed her hair in front of her vanity.

You were at Rose’s house for an “emergency sleepover,” as she liked to put it. You were incredibly confused with everything going on that you needed a friend, specifically one who was reasonable, to talk to.

Sighing, you flopped backwards on Rose’s bed. “But I don’t know what I’m feeling,” you groaned tiredly. “Sometimes I want to punch him in the face, but lately, I haven’t felt that.”

“And what have you been feeling?” Rose pressed, setting her brush down and walking over to you.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. “I don’t know,” you replied. “Fuzzy? Like the inside of my stomach are angry wasps buzzing crazily.” You sat up, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “But when he smiles...they turn into butterflies.”

“Butterflies?” Rose repeated.

You nodded, dramatically groaning as you leaned your head on her shoulders. “The happiest of butterflies. Like- when he looks at me with those stupidly pretty eyes.”

“Stupidly pretty eyes?” Rose said.

“Yes!” you fumed. “Everything about him is pretty. His eyes and his smile. Even his flannels and shoulders!”

“Shoulders?”

You looked up at Rose. “Will you stop repeating everything I’m saying?” you whined. “Say something! Give me advice! You’re the only one besides Alex that is reasonable! Because I think I’m going to do something stupid.”

Rose bit her lip to hold back a laugh. Reggie said the exact same thing to her earlier. “How stupid?”

“...Stealing Alex’s van to drive to his house, stupid.”

Rose hummed in response. “Well, that is pretty high up there on the list of things that are stupid,” she commented with a smile. “Why do you want to do something stupid? What about Reggie is making you feel this way?”

You stood up, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself. “He’s so different from when we were friends as kids,” you sighed. “But at the same time, it’s like he hasn’t changed a bit. All these mixed feelings of hating him but also missing him is stressing me out!” You turned to Rose, dropping your arms. “It’s so confusing. I feel like I don’t know if I know myself because I don’t know him. Does that… does that make sense?” you whispered.

“A little,” Rose nodded, admitting to her confusion.

“Have you known someone so long that over time you-you almost feel like you have such a part of them inside you?” you asked and didn’t really wait for an answer. “It’s been so long since I’ve really known Reggie… now it just feels like that part of me is missing because of that,” You held your hand on your chest, feeling your heart beat rapidly as you rambled. “But when Reggie’s just...the Reggie I knew, no toughness, no band, no anything...I feel like I’m whole again. T-that, I can lean on his shoulder and trust him when he says everything will be alright. And I’ll believe him. No matter all the promises he’s broken in the past, I’ll still find myself trusting him completely.”

“Why?” Rose asked in a quiet voice.

You smiled softly. “That really is the question, isn’t it?” you laughed. “Why do I continue to trust him, even though every part of my body is telling me no? Well, because I love him. He’s my best friend, no matter what. Even after our falling out, I still thought about him, still cared about him. And it’s so stupid of me, and I know I should stop...but I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Then go to him,” Rose insisted. “Please (Y/N), for the love of God,”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?” Rose pressed. “Why can’t you?”

“Because!” you only said.

Rose threw her head back, laying on her bed. “Oh my gosh, (N/N), you and Reggie are going to drive me crazy with your stubborn bullshit! I don’t understand why you can’t say anything to him? You’re his best friend! Why is it so difficult?”

“Exactly!” you exclaimed, exhausted by the yelling and frustration. “He’s my best friend! I just got my best friend back. I don’t want to risk it all because of this-this feeling! Who knows! Maybe I’m going crazy. Maybe, I’m going crazy because my friends see something that will obviously never happen between me and Reggie!”

Rose stood up. “Do not blame this on me, Luke, and Alex,” she told you, starting to lose patience. “If anything, blame it on yourself! Blame it on Reggie, and his hard head! But do not blame it on your friends who just want to help you.” Rose took a deep breath, recomposing herself. “What is the worst thing that can happen?”

Tears welled in your eyes as Rose pulled you back down to her bed, wrapping her arms around you. “Having him walk out of my life again?” you said, your voice cracking. “Hurting myself even more than I already am? Losing you, and Luke, and Bobby and Alex...Being alone all over again?” You looked up at Rose, tears freely cascading down your cheeks. “Rose, I don’t want to be alone again, please…”

“Cariña we’re not going to leave you,” Rose whispered, holding her head against yours. “But if you trust me you’ll understand why I’m telling you that it's not a bad idea to maybe talk to him and figure things out.”

“I wish I thought the same,” you sighed, savouring the feeling of Rose holding you near.

Rose pressed her lips together, deciding that the two of you were far too tired to argue any further. “Let’s sleep now, get some rest and think it over, then we’ll talk more in the morning, okay?” she suggested, taking a throw blanket and placing it over your legs.

You nodded shakily. “I think that would be best,” you agreed, tucking yourself underneath the covers.

Rose turned off the lights, finding her spot beside you.

You stared at the ceiling for a moment. “Rose?”

“Yes?”

You turned your head to face her. “You know I love you, right?”

The girl wrapped one arm around your waist. “I love you, too, (N/N).”

—

“I love you Flicka,” the words seemed to roll out of your mouth before you could stop them, but that’s how you knew they were true. your head pressed gently against his, almost refusing to look into those blue-green eyes.

Reggie's hands drifted away from the sides of your face as he stepped back and looked at you. The same cold and fearful look he carried in his eyes after you weren’t on speaking terms.

“No you don’t,” he hissed. “Stop playing these mind games. It’s only a matter of time until you fuck up and ruin everything for yourself and for everyone again.”

And without another word he turned and walked away.

Even though it was all in your head you couldn’t risk it. You wouldn’t let the world pull you apart again. you wouldn’t give him another chance to break that promise.

You woke up in a cold sweat, your stomach churning with nerves. Rose was still fast asleep and you looked over at the digital clock on her nightstand that read 2:32 A.M.

You pushed yourself up carefully, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking a breath, but as it became painfully clear you felt suffocated and needed to go out and get some air.

Reaching for your sweatshirt on the floor, you slipped it over your head before quietly standing up and leaving Rose’s door, gently shutting the door behind you as you did so.

Your first stop was the kitchen to get a glass of water, maybe the cool drink would clear your system of any unwanted feelings but you highly doubted an excess of dihydrogen monoxide would cure your of falling in love with your best friend. Sighing, you took your untouched glass of water with you to the studio, thinking that maybe you could find any solution to your problems there.

You made your way to the studio, suspicious as to why the lights were already on, but didn’t comment on it. You sat down, staring at your full glass of water.

“No jelly gummy worm sandwich tonight, Cookie?” a voice piped up from behind you.

“Holy fucking shit!” you shrieked, throwing your glass at the source of the noise.

Once the initial fear dialed down, you rubbed your eyes to see none other than a dark haired boy with a red flannel tied around his waist.

“Reggie?” you squeaked. “What are you doing here so late at night?”

He wiped the water from his face, his hair flopping back as he shot you an annoyed -but confused- glare. “The hell was that about?”

“You came here unannounced,” you shot back. “I thought I was about to be murdered, and considering what you said last sleepover, I should still be on edge.”

Reggie rolled his eyes. “Understandable.” He stepped forward with his hand outreached, only for you to fearfully stagger back. “Relax, I just forgot my songbook here.” Reggie reached for the notebook stuck between the cushions, waving it in front of your face for proof. It was red and slightly battered, and filled with loose sheets of papers sticking out.

You released your breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “I’m sorry,” you said sheepishly. You gestured to the couch. “Sit with me?”

You and Reggie sat down on the couch, silence filling the room. Your knees slightly brushed against his on the small couch, but you quickly scooted away.

Reggie glanced over at you, noticing how uneasy you looked. “What’s on your mind?” he asked. “If you don’t mind me asking.”

You shook your head. “It’s nothing,” you said. “A nightmare, that’s all.”

The boy raised an eyebrow, immediately detecting your lie. “Just a nightmare?” he asked. “I’ve never seen you so pale and jumpy, Cookie. You sure it was just a nightmare?”

You nodded before ultimately shaking your head with a sigh. “Do you ever wonder if...if the people you care about just up and leave? And you can’t do anything because it’s your fault?” Reggie remained silent, gesturing for you to continue. “I’m scared that those close to me will leave me.”

“Why would they leave you?” he questioned curiously.

You scoffed, drumming your fingers against your legs. “Why wouldn’t they leave me?” you asked in return. “I’m too scared to face my fears. I keep my mouth shut and bottle shit up until it explodes and affects everyone around me.”

“Cookie,” Reggie hushed, reaching out to stop our fidgeting hand by placing his on your knee. “I…” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re the only person that it happens to,”

“Flicka,” his nickname got caught in your throat.

All you wanted was to pull him close, have him kiss your forehead and tell you those sweet beautiful lies. That everything’s going to be okay, and that he’d be by your side forever.

That he loved you.

It felt like you were having a bad allergic reaction, your throat closing up, as you wished the words to come out, but they just got bottled up and whisked away in the sea of your heart like everything else.

You couldn’t see it, but if you could take a moment, get out of your own heads you’d see his blue green eyes looking back at you with that soft mischievous sparkle they always held, only this time you would have seen all the love and admiration hidden behind them. You would have seen how much he wished he could make your pain vanish. You would have seen his heart on his sleeve. You would have seen your Reggie.

“Cookie, I’m here,” he whispered. “I’ll always be here.”

Reggie allowed you to lean your head against his shoulder, not caring at all about the tears soaking up his t-shirt. He raised his hand to your face, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, then trailing his hand down along your jawline. He tilted your head up to face his, your lips mere centimeters apart.

“Flicka,” you breathed, his eyes staring down at yours with so much more than you could ever possibly wish to describe. As he pulled closer, you felt his lips against yours. They felt like a smooth bass line in a classic jazz song, kissing him tasted like eating the best jelly and gummy worm sandwich in the world. It was by no means a perfect kiss, those were near impossible to achieve. But his slightly chapped lips molded with yours in a way that you have never felt with anyone else. The way he tilted his head, the way his lips were slightly curled upward in a smile and the way he thought you didn’t notice when he murmured I love you against your lips.

Then doubts began to flood your mind.

He doesn’t love you. It’s all a lie. He’ll leave you. Just like everyone else is your life. Then you’ll be left with no one.

Just like it’s always been.

You jerked back, gasping for air as though the wind had been knocked out of you.

“I need to go,” you whispered hurriedly.

“Cookie, wait-” Reggie lunged forward, grabbing your hands. His cheeks were flushed red as he tried to form the words in his head. “Can we talk about this-”

“(Y/N)?” you heard Rose’s voice call out. “Are you in the studio?”

You glanced back at Reggie, his face filled with desperation to talk to you. “Please,” he begged softly.

Only, you shook your head. “She can’t know you were here,” you whispered.

Reggie stiffened, hesitantly letting your hand go, but not before squeezing it. “Goodnight, Cookie.”

You winced at his saddened expression.“Night, Flicka.”

“(Y/N)?” Rose called again and you turned around to where her voice was coming from, hoping to maybe see Reggie one last time before he left, but when you turned back around once more all that was left of him there was a tattered red song book and a red flannel.

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miraculouswolf99 · 4 years ago

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I Put A Spell On You (Song Fic)

My first miraculous salt fic. Doubles as a song fic and a Halloween fic. Features the best song from the best Halloween movie of all time. Hocus Pocus.

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Adrien was happy. No one else in class knew why he had been smiling all day. Chloe was probably the only one in the room that knew why he was so happy today. But she was not going to tell anyone and ruin his day when Liar Rossi would would just use it to make up some more lies and ruin his happiness.

Things had not gotten better since the lying Italian had joined the class. Even though now that Marinette had transferred to Mendeleiev’s class, things had not gotten better. If anything, things had gotten worse since now Lila thought that she could not freely lie and manipulate almost non-stop with no one there to attempt to expose her.

The class was now half and half with who believed the liar and who doesn’t. The ones that don’t believe her being Adrien, Chloe, Nathaniel, Kim, and Juleka. Sabrina was decided to be a neutral part and not take a side. She listened to Lila’s tales, but normally stayed by Chloe’s side. Alya, Nino, Alix, Max, Ivan, Mylene, and Rose were all firmly on Lila’s side and nothing could ever change their minds.

Adrien had finally been starting to stand his ground against the liar since he had seen her chase Marinette away. He was reaching his wits end with her constantly hanging on his arm and never letting go when he asks or even demands her to. Adrien had managed to convince Bustier that he was too bust with his schedule to tutor Lila and that he would be better off sitting in the back with Nathaniel since it was more quiet than being next to Lila “never shuts up” Rossi.

“What are you so happy about today, Sunshine,” Nathaniel asked his friend.

“I have some friends coming today,” Adrien answered. “They were visiting their grandparents in the United States and decided to stop in France on their way back to their home in Greece. Their names are Lyon and Vallia Garden.”

“You know Greeks, cool,” Nathaniel said. “When did you meet them? Obviously it wasn’t a time close to now since you have not left the country and no Greeks have showed up here either, to my knowledge.”

“I met them about a year before my mom disappeared,” Adrien says. “Their family owns and operates an incredible animal and nature sanctuary that almost takes up the entire island they live on. They host a lot of charities there. Concerts, celebrity birthdays, auctions, art shows, even cooking contests. I was there with my parents for a charity fashion show.”

“Do you speak Greek or did they speak French,” Nathaniel was curious since he did know that Adrien already also spoke Mandarin and English.

“They speak French,” Adrien says. “They were the only ones there that were my age, so I was glad to have someone to talk to. We’ve kept in contact ever since.”

“Sounds great,” Nathaniel smiled at his friend. “Do they know about... everything going on?”

“Dear god, no,” Adrien stated. “Lyon is fiercely protective of his friends. He is a master archer and when he caught poachers trying to break into the sanctuary, he actually shot them all before calling the police.”

“I am not sure whether to be terrified of him when they come or in awe of him,” Nathaniel admitted.

“Nothing wrong with both, as Vallia would probably say,” Adrien chuckled. “I do admit that they can be pretty scary. Especially since when they help out at their family sanctuary, Lyon seems to have a way with their wolves and Vallia seems to be a lion whisperer.”

“I am both terrified and looking forward to meeting them,” Nathaniel nervously laughed. “I just hope Marc doesn’t faint when he learns this stuff about them. I love him, but we all know he is naturally timid.”

“I know,” Adrien chuckled. “Remember when he first met Kagami?”

“I will never let him live that down,” Nathaniel smirked, loving it when he is able to tease his boyfriend.

Before the two could continue their conversation, there was sudden yelling from outside the classroom and coming from the courtyard. It sounded like four people arguing, two of them not sounding like they were French.

“What is that,” Nathaniel wondered as they stood up.

“I’m a little worried to find out,” Adrien stated.

The two had stayed behind to chat after the bell rang and everyone else left for the day. They immediately left the classroom and looked over the railing and into the courtyard. They were soon joined by Marinette, Marc, Kagami, Aurore, and Mireille from Mendeleiev’s class, who had also heard the yelling.

“What’s going on,” Marinette immediately asked.

They all look over the rail. They see two people arguing quite loudly with Alya and Lila. They certainly were both unique-looking teens.

The first was a girl that was quite beautiful and had a grace and elegance to her style. She had long blond hair braided with roses and butterflies and had pink streaks. Her eyes were a stunning silver that you could see, if you were close enough, had specks of blue in them. Her style was a red, pink, and purple dawn colored dress with gold flats. On her wrists were diamond rose cuff bracelets, a butterfly on the one on her right wrist.

The boy next to her gave off a very icy exterior that also screamed honor and loyalty that only a knight would have. A tall boy with hair that was actually black with streaks of white and blue in it, coming to the length of Adrien's. His eyes were the opposite of the girl's, blue with silver specks. His outfit of choice was a sky blue t-shirt under a white jean vest, matching the blue pants with white boots. On his hands were white fingerless gloves. Around his neck was a sword and shield pendant as well as a white cloak only going down to his knees.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien gasped.

“Those are your two friends from Greece, Adrien,” Kagami asked, Adrien having told her during their last fencing practice.

“Yeah,” Adrien said. “Their plane must have landed earlier than expected and they decided to come here.”

“Why are they arguing with Alya and Lila,” Mireille wondered.

“If it has something to do with that liar, it’s probably her fault,” Marc, of all people, stated.

It was a pretty open secret in the school that literally everyone but most of Bustier’s class, plus Bustier herself and Damocles, were all aware that Lila was nothing but a manipulative liar. In fact, most of them were shocked that the class, teacher, and principal believed her outlandish lies in the first place.

“Maybe Lila tried to cozy up to them and they caught her in a lie,” Marinette guessed.

“Lyon and Vallia do come from a rich family,” Adrien said. “Not only is their family known for their sanctuary, but they also have the largest jewel collection in the world. Like the medallions on their foreheads.”

They all looked and saw that the two did indeed have crystal medallions on their foreheads. Vallia’s was a rose quartz butterfly and Lyon’s was a sapphire wolf.

“What is up with that book that Lyon has,” Kagami noticed.

They all looked and saw that Lyon was holding a pretty large book that looked very old. It was bound with brown leather that had Frankenstein-like stitches all over it along with old silver metal on the cover as well. It also had a very large buckle.

“They did say they wanted to show me something,” Adrien said. “They went to the US to celebrate Halloween with their grandparents so maybe they got some type of prop and wanted to show it to me.”

They all quickly started to get into the courtyard and make their way over to the four. In a city plagued by a terrorist that uses negative emotions, arguments usually lead to someone getting akumatized.

“My brother does not worship the devil,” Vallia shouted at Alya and Lila.

“That book is a Book of Shadows,” Lila pointed at the book in Lyon’s hands. “It’s a tool of witchcraft, which is all about worshiping the devil. I should know. My great uncle is a world renown priest back in Italy.”

“Not all witchcraft is devil worship, you pathetic liar,” Lyon sneered. “And there is no world famous priest in Italy since the last well-known one was arrested five years ago for killing people using fake exorsisms.”

(Reference to an episode of Criminal Minds.)

“Lila is not a liar,” Alya yelled. “You are, you devil witches.”

“This isn’t even a real spellbook,” Vallia screamed at them. “It’s a movie prop out grandparents won in an auction. They knew we loved Halloween, so they got us a prop from out favorite Halloween movie.”

“See, that proves you worship the devil,” Lila accused. “Halloween is a devil cult holiday, my great uncle proved that years ago but America rejected his facts and still celebrates it.”

“It is not,” Lyon yelled. “You are the worst liar I have ever come across. You should be ashamed to insult an entire holiday just because you don’t like it. Pathetic, just like all you other mythology copying Italians.”

(Reference to the Roman and Greek rivalry from Percy Jackson.)

“How dare you,” Lila screamed.

“Lyon, Vallia,” Adrien called. “Calm down.”

But it was too late. A black and purple butterfly already came flying down. It went inside of the book Lyon was holding. The butterfly outline appeared over his eyes.

“Your favorite holiday and your culture insulted all at once,” Hawkmoth says to him. “Hocus Pocus, I am giving you the power to right this wrong. All I ask is for the miraculous of the ladybug and black cat in return.”

“I will show this liar some real magic,” Lyon said, transforming.

“What the hell,” Vallia gasped, backing away.

Lyon had changed into an almost male version of Winifred Sanderson. He was in a mostly green outfit with a green leather vest and pants with black leather boots that matched the black silk shirt under the vest. He also wore a long and shiny green cloak with a hood. He was still holding the book.

“Is it wrong that he actually looks hot in that outfit,” Adrien let slip, then instantly covered his mouth.

“Okay, we will come back to Adrien’s crush later,” Marinette stated. “For now, let’s run.”

Adrien immediately rushed forward and grabbed Vallia.

“Adrien,” Vallia was confused and worried. “What’s going on? What happened to Lyon?”

“Hawmoth is a terrorist here in Paris,” Adrien gave a quick explaination. “He takes advantage of negative emotions to turn normal people into his mind controlled villains.”

“Someone is mind controlling my brother,” Vallia was pissed. “When I get my hands on him, Hades will look like a puppy in comparison.”

“Maybe later, but we all need to hide so that Ladybug and Cat Noir can save your brother,” Adrien said.

Hocus Pocus then opened his book. He smirked as it glowed.

“Wicked ways beneath the skin, let all who taste it now join in,” he cast.

(Reference to Descendants 2.)

Out of the book came magical glowing chocolates. They all shot around the school and into the mouths of multiple people. It forced them to eat the magical treats, including Vallia, Nathaniel, Marc, and Kagami. Music then started playing out of nowhere as Hocus Pocus smirked again.

“Oh crud,” Adrien swore, running away along with the few students and staff that managed to avoid the chocolates.

He transformed and was soon on the roof of the school. Ladybug soon joined him. But they were shocked that the school was now in a full-blown musical moment. Hocus Pocus took “center stage” with Vallia and Kagami as his main back-up singers.

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine You can't stop the things I do I ain't lyin'.”

“It's been three hundred years Right down to the day Now the witch is back And there's hell to pay.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine!”

Hocus Pocus seemed to have used the chocolates like mind control treats. Everyone that eaten one had was now dancing around the courtyard in very Halloween-like manors. Some even seemed to be doing Micheal Jackson’s Thriller moves.

Alya and Lila, who had not gotten chocolates, were not allowed to leave as the dancers forced them to stay in the courtyard.

“What the heck in going on,” Ladybug was so confused.

“I guess whatever movie his akuma form is based off of had a musical number in it,” Cat Noir guessed.

“I put a spell on you And now you're gone (Gone, gone, gone, so long!) My whammy fell on you And it was strong (So strong, so strong, so strong!)”

“Your wretched little lives Have all been cursed 'Cause of all the witches working I'm the worst.”

“I put a spell on you And now you're mine.”

Hocus Pocus walked around the courtyard as he sung, Vallia and Kagami making amazing back-up singers. Alya and Lila still looked terrified even with the catchy song playing around them.

“Even as a back-up singer, who would have thought that Kagami could sing,” Ladybug said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Cat Noir agreed.

“(Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! Watch out! She ain’t lyin’)”

“If you don't believe, You better get superstitious.”

“I put a spell on you... I put a spell on you...”

“Ah say into pi, alpha maybe upendi!”

“In comma-coriyama"

“In comma-coriyama”

"Hey hi, say bye-bye-i-i-i-i-i-i-i"

"Bye, bye"

The song ended with a pose from Hocus Pocus and his two back-up singers. He still had his menacing smirk on his face.

“I think it’s time our little liar had her own spell placed ob her,” Hocus Pocus stated. “Like... a truth spell, perhaps.”

Let’s just say that the heroes were petty and decided to let the liar’s kingdom fall before defeating the akuma. And Adrien was certainly glad to have his friend back and a really cool book from their favorite Halloween movie. He just wished that the name of the movie would stop slipping his mind. Oh well, gives him an excuse to talk with Lyon more.

#lila salt #Lila exposed #ml salt #halloween #akumatization #original character #original akuma #hocus pocus

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ezgithechaotic · 5 years ago

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The Parent Trap | Chapter One; two sides of the same coin

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap, dad!harry

series summary: Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary: Benjamin and Edward tries to convince their parents that they aren’t children anymore, but it’s harder than they think.

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. And an important note about Harry and Y/N; They probably won’t see each other for a long time. But I plan on mentioning their thoughts about each other from time to time as I did in this chapter. So, buckle up, It’s gonna be a long way :)

Please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

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Between all the paperwork, Y/N was feeling like she could go crazy any minute. When she had decided to work from home, she didn’t think that anyone could reach her at any minute. It didn’t matter whether it was weekdays or weekends. She was either answering some phonecall from her customer or choosing the right fabric for her designs. Well, except the times she was with her son, Edward.

Y/N loved her job. She started at a very early age, it would even be proper to say that she had nothing or no one but her family when she had started this job. Now, she was one of the best designers across the world. She truly loved her job. But if there was one thing she loved more than her job, it was her son. The only person who could brighten her after a long day in her study room. He was the best thing Y/N had. So, when he brought her a cup of hot coffee while she was dealing with her job's most boring side, paperwork, he brought the sunshine inside the room with him.

When Edward knocked on the door she was so focused she didn't even hear it. So little boy quietly sneaked in and gently put the cup on the big desk. When Y/N realized, she looked up and saw her son, smiling at her. With his bright green eyes and long brown locks, Edward reminded everyone of his father. At least, the ones who knew him. Y/N was very cautious about her son’s and her private life. He was her treasure that she kept away from the whole world.

"Since when are you serving coffees, young man?" Y/N smiled as she raised an eyebrow to her nine-year-old son.

Edward shrugged and made himself comfortable at one of the leather sofas. "I thought you could use some break. I know you wouldn't stop if I didn't come in."

"You know I don't need you to be the mother, it's my job."

"It's not like I'm the mother every day. I'm okay with being the mother every once in a while. I know you love your job." Y/N got up from her chair as her son kept talking. Watching him talk was like watching a flower bloom. She would give everything to stop him from growing old. "Plus we have Nate to be the mother, I'm more like, the cool aunt of family."

"Don't ever let Nate hear that. Poor guy would be devastated."

"I think he would prefer my sassy remarks rather than yours."

Y/N sat beside Edward on the leather sofa and raised an eyebrow. "What is that supposed to mean?" She couldn't help but laugh as her son giggled. "Well, you can be very mean sometimes, mom."

"Ouch, I'm bruised, Eddy."

Y/N hugged her son with one arm. He laughed as he let his mother embrace him. Edward loved physical contact even though he didn't show it. He loved resting his head on his mother's chest as they did nothing. He wasn't a very social child, he liked staying inside and being alone. He didn't have friends at his age and was never a team player unless he trusted the people around him. But with Y/N, he felt safe.

"I haven’t seen you around today."

"Well, it's because you spent your whole Saturday trapped in here. I planted those flowers in the garden with Nate today. It was fun until he started to give me lectures about being responsible."

Y/N knew her assistant could be a bit much sometimes. But he still helped her a lot, not just as her assistant, but as her friend too. Edward loved him. He was one of the best friends Y/N had. Y/N knew growing up without a dad was hard for Edward. So she was grateful to him because, after her father, Nate was one the father figures for Edward.

"You know he loves you."

"Yeah, I know."

They sat there in silence for a moment. Y/N closed her eyes as she stroked her son's hair and listened to his breathing.

"Mom?" Edward said as if he was checking his mother.

"Yes, baby?"

"You know, my birthday is coming..." Y/N frowned but still kept her eyes close.

"There are still two months until your birthday, you know. Not two days."

"I know, mom." He rolled his eyes. "I was thinking... Since I'm turning ten this year maybe you could buy me a computer. I'm not a child anymore."

"You will always be a child for me. Your age doesn't matter."

"Moooom."

Y/N laughed at his son's reaction. "I thought we talked about this before, honey. I'm not comfortable with you interacting with social media. People can be cruel."

"I'm not saying I want to have a social media account or something. But, you know, it would be good to have a computer."

Y/N took a deep breath. "I will think about it." She said and smiled. Edward hugged her with joy and thanked her for even considering it. Y/N knew people on the internet could be cruel. All she wanted was to protect him but she knew she couldn't keep him to herself until forever. He was already homeschooled and didn't have as many friends as children of his age. People were eventually going to find out. She knew it was inevitable.

"If you want to be more social, you can always think about that summer camp that Zayn was talking about."

"Mom, I don't want to be social. I don't need friends."

"Friends can be very helpful. I had a lot of friends when I was your age."

"We both know that they were Aunt Abby's friends." Edward laughed when he saw his mother's face. It wasn't wrong. Her big sister, Abigail, had been her best friend through childhood. And she was still her biggest supporter. "Plus, I have Becky. She's my age."

"Becky isn't always around."

"Yeah, because Aunt Abby isn't always around."

Since Abigail was always traveling her daughter, Becky was traveling with her too. Becky was two years younger than Edward. And Edward loved his cousin like a sister. He was happy to be her big brother.

"They won't be here for summer. So, you can always take the opportunity and go to that summer camp." Although Edward wasn't eager about it, his mother wanted him to have friends. "I will think about it."

With that, Nate stuck his head through the open door and eyed two of them. "Sorry for interrupting your mom and son time. But are you guys hungry? Because I'm dying over here."

Y/N groaned as she rested her head against the sofa. "I'm starving."

"So, tacos?"

"You know I will never, ever say no to tacos," Edward said.

Y/N laughed but before she could answer her phone started to ring. She got up and found her phone inside the whole mess. "I need to answer this. Why don't you guys go ahead and order?"

Before he got up, Edward looked at her mother with meaningful eyes. "You will think about the computer, right?" Y/N smiled and planted a kiss on top of his head.

"I will, baby."

While Edward made his way to the kitchen, Nate stayed back.

"How long are you planning on keeping it secret from him?"

"As long as I can, Nate."

"He deserves to know."

Y/N took a deep breath. "I don't need a lecture about it. I know he will eventually ask. I will just let future Y/N deal with it."

"This is one of the worst answers you've ever given."

"You're being very helpful, Nate, thank you."

"You're welcome." Y/N shook her head and answered the call as Nate returned to the kitchen.

At the same time, Y/N made her way to the kitchen, Harry was walking towards Benjamin's room to wake him up, in a completely different country.

Harry knocked three times on his son's door. Even though he knew it was going to take more than three knocks to wake Benjamin up, Harry still had faith. But Ben was still asleep at the other side of the white-painted door. After a second or two, Harry opened the door with a sigh.

"It's time to wake up, buddy!"

Benjamin was tangled between his dark blue sheets. His short curly hair lying on the pillow, his green eyes shut. It was still mindblowing how much he looked like his father. At times like these, Harry never wanted to wake him up. If someone looked at him from where he stood, they would think that he was an angel. The only thing was that his son was the devil himself. And he didn't know if he should be proud or disappointed.

"Benny, breakfast is getting cold," Harry said as he opened the curtains. "Get up, now."

Benjamin groaned into his pillow. If there was one thing he hated most, it was waking up. He was never a morning person. The resemblance between Benjamin and his mother always made Harry a little bittersweet. It was like the universe didn't want him to forget her. As if forgetting her was an option. She was in every song he heard or wrote.

"Why can't I sleep more?" Benjamin asked, his eyes still closed. "Why do you have to be so cruel to wake me up at the crack of dawn?"

"It's almost noon, Ben."

"Well, still the crack of dawn."

Harry laughed at his son's reaction. Benjamin had always been sassy, but he always found a way to people's hearth, especially Harry's. He was something Harry couldn't explain. Benjamin was everything Harry had and he would give everything up for him without a doubt.

"So, should we let Jeffrey eat all the pancakes?"

Benjamin peeked through one open eye with a smile on his face. "Pancakes don't sound so bad. I like Katty's pancakes."

Katty was Benjamin's nanny and she usually helped Harry around the house with chores and dinner. She was one of the exceptional people around Benjamin. He liked her, and she helped him when he needed some woman influence.

Benjamin never held back what he thought about the person across him. Whenever Harry found some nanny he either scared them with his pranks or his remarks. But Katty was the only nanny who could have fun with him rather than running away from him. She was more like a sister to Benjamin. And Harry was happy that Benjamin could trust Katty as much as he trusted Gemma.

"Sorry, pal, you have to settle for my pancakes because Katty won't be here today."

Benjamin sighed. "So we're eating burnt pancakes, again?"

Harry acted like he was annoyed. "You weren't saying that before Katty."

"Because I didn't know chocolate chip pancakes existed."

"You always have something to say, don't you?"

Just like your mother.

" And I'm not even awake, yet. Think about the things I would say if I was awake."

"You sound pretty awake to me, buddy." He let Benjamin free from all the sheets. "Time to get up."

After five pancakes and two glass of orange juice, Benjamin was awake more than ever. While he was playing a game on the big television, Harry and Jeffrey were talking about upcoming projects.

"...for June we'll be recording the album and then you have that project with Gucci in July."

"I thought we were going to go to Holmes Chapel and see grandma this June," Benjamin questioned, suddenly not so interested in his game.

"I don't think we'll be able to do that, buddy. We'll be in Los Angeles."

"Will Camille be with us?"

Camille was Harry's current girlfriend. And Benjamin did not like her at all. After Y/N, Harry didn't have any relationship for a long time. Not just because he thought it would be hard for Benjamin if it didn't work out, but also he wasn't ready for getting heartbroken again. Camille was his longest relationship despite Benjamin's dislike for her.

"Yeah, probably."

Benjamin grunted with vexation and let himself fell on the couch again.

"Do I have to be there?" Benjamin looked at his father with hope. "Can't I just stay with grandma?"

"A month is a long time Benny."

"Yeah, dad, I know. That's why I don't want to spend it with Camille."

"I would appreciate it if you just tried to like her."

"Or you could just send me to the summer camp I've been talking about."

Harry took a deep breath. "We talked about this, Benny. I can't send you somewhere I've never heard before."

"But Freddie is going too." Benjamin whined.

"What's up with this summer camp?" Jeffrey asked when he couldn't help his curiosity.

"Something he heard from Freddie, I guess. He's been talking about it non-stop."

"Why don't you just let him go?"

"You know why, Jeff."

"You're just being paranoid, Harry. Let him have some fun. It's already hard to be the son of a famous pop star."

Jeffrey made Harry hesitate. He was right and Harry knew that. It was just scary to be away from him for more than a month. And since Benjamin wasn't a calm kid, it made it harder for him to decide. He wasn’t going to be there when things were going to go bad. But when he saw his son sitting there not even giving attention to the game all devastated, he couldn't help but say yes.

"You can go as long as you promise to be nice."

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're the best, dad!"

Benjamin hugged him so tight and smiled so bright that it made every bad thought Harry had, vanish. He hugged his son back. Apologizing to him without words for everything he took away from him, for everything he could have if he and his mom hadn’t been so stubborn.

If he only knew that Benjamin would take everything back with a simple summer camp.

#harry styles #harry styles au #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #one direction imagine #the parent trap au

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pokerfacequeen · 4 years ago

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Aph Headcanons based of my dayly life in an other country - PART 1

I'm currently working in Germany and because I had nothing better to do, I decided to have Hetalia headcanons based on people I've met and where they come from.

So for my birthday as a birthday present to you, I decided to post it X)

So here y'a go folks! (here is part 2)

× Germany was really short for the longest time, and suddenly he became really tall. There was no in between.

× Germany never stinks, he sweats parfum.

× Canada is a meme lord.

× America tells his whole life on Tik Tok and does a lot of dance videos.

× Denmark is extremely feminist and will scream "YES GIRL" or "YOU GO GIRL" during movies when a girl does something cool or says something wise.

× Norway is a DJ in secret and always have a boombox with him. And often he asks Bulgaria for new songs because he knows that Bulgaria has a really good taste in music.

× Finland is hyperactive, always laughing, having fun, cheering for others, encouraging others into joining the group and not stay alone.

× France is easily frustrated and always looks at the darker side of things before looking at the brighter side.

× Romania can speak Romanian (obviously), French, German, English, Norwegian, and a bit of Italian mixed with Spanish.

× Denmark can't wake up in the morning.

× Norway sleeps late and wakes up early.

× Hungary is really good at learning an other language and master it.

× When Finland do races with a car, he will not hesitate to take shortcuts into bushes if you try to block his way.

× Canada either dress sexy or punk for festivals.

× Norway likes to speak French while making fun of it's harsh intonations.

× Canada thinks that French accent in English looks rafined and sophisticated.

× Netherland is extremely tall but he has very small feet.

× If you ask America what he wants to eat for his birthday, he will not hesitate to tell you "Burgers!!".

× Netherland's main transport vehicule is bicycle.

× France may be grumpy IRL, but on the internet he is a ball of sunshine who always try to make people's day better.

× Poland is so happy to be friend with Hungary, but she is confused as to why he seems so happy around her. She doesn't consider him her friend, just an acquaintance.

× Cameroon can speak French and English (obviously), but he can also speak German.

× Romania never forgets any birth dates. He will be the first one to wish you happy birthday.

× Hungary loves Japan's food, especially Soba and Teriyaki. So she always buys Teriyaki Soba cup noodles when she goes shopping.

× Netherland is a weeb in secret, he can speak Japanese thanks to watching a lot of anime.

× France knows every cheese on the planet, he can have a whole conversation based on cheese, and he often defends which cheese is better (and it's obviously the French ones).

× Denmark likes to dress in a "grandma style".

× Bulgaria always drinks energy drinks, and if he doesn't have energy drinks anymore, he drinks coca cola. Water is for the weaks!

× Netherland spent so much time with South Italy when the later was younger that now he can imitate Italian accent perfectly.

× The Italian brothers don't say "you're welcome" after you've thanked them, they wink at you.

× Romania is probably the funniest guy you'll ever meet and he is always trying to make your day greater by being cheerful and funny.

If you want me to explain how I got some of these Headcanons, I always reply in the comments.

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historic-old-guard-lover · 4 years ago

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Historically Booker’s native language would be Occitan and not French . He would also probably deeply resent standard / Parisian French since the government did their damnest to erase regional languages and still do it today .

Agreed! There was another post about this, but since I got an ask (I love you, anon) I’ll elaborate. Buckle up for a primer on the evolution of the French language with a brief aside for troubadours, traveling musician-poets you wish were still a career option. No, being a rock star is not quite the same.

In the early medieval period (as early as ~900CE), the country we now call France had a language divide between the northern and southern regions. In the north, they spoke langues d'oïl which is what eventually became modern standard French. In the south, they spoke Occitan or lenga d'òc and a modern form of this language is known as Provençal. Looking at the regional sub-dialects, the more northern Occitan begins to sound like a langue d’oil and the more southern dialects begin to sound like Spanish.

As I touched upon in a previous post, this is because they all share similar roots as a romance language. Even though modern standard French is a langue d’oil, occitan managed to sneak a few things into the language. If you’ve learned French as a second language, you’ll know that when you respond yes (oui) to a negative question (you don’t like cheese? / tu n’aimes pas le fromage?) that you use a different yes (si). This is a skeleton of Occitan!

The why of the invention of “standard French” is, as most “standard” things are, a detour into nationalism. In 1635, Cardinal Richelieu (under Louis XIII) founded the Académie Française (French Academy) which was tasked with standardizing the French language so that it could be exported to the rest of Europe and used to gain further prestige of the role of French philosophers during the Enlightenment. During the French Revolution, it was disregarded, but Napoleon Bonaparte restored it as part of the Institut de France (Institute of France) in 1803. To this day, the Académie is tasked with publishing the French dictionary and inventing new words for things such as “e-mails” so that the French needn’t stoop to using English loan-words.

Another part of this was the Toubon Law (August 1994) which required French (the standard French from the Académie) to be used in all official documents and advertising. It required all advertising to use French and even set a certain percentage of music on the radio that must be French. This law was literally the government going “let’s make the French french again.” If a school doesn’t instruct in French (modern, standard French of course), then they can’t receive government funds. The only exception is Breton-language schools (Breton is as north as it gets and is a langue d’oil so it still helps crush Occitan).

Since the previous paragraph probably made you mad as heck, let me give you some irony to laugh at: some French people refer to this as the loi Allgood (“law” Allgood). To explain this joke, it helps to know that Toubon is the last name of the Minister of Culture at the time the law was passed. If you break down his last name, it sounds like “tout bon” in French which translates to “all good.” People took this law saying make everything French, goddammit and replied, sure thing Minister All-Good. I love it.

Now, for the troubadours! I learned standard modern French in high school, but at university I came across Occitan because of those romantic poets. I’ll put this aside below the break so you can continue on with your day if for some reason you’re not interested in medieval French rock star-poets...

Let me begin by quoting the Wikipedia definition:

A troubadour was a composer and performer of Old Occitan lyric poetry during the High Middle Ages (1100–1350). Since the word troubadour is etymologically masculine, a female troubadour is usually called a trobairitz.

Right away you may notice a few things: 1) they wrote and sang in Occitan; 2) it was an equal-opportunity field (though it was rare for a woman to be one). The first Troubadours were mostly noblemen, but later ones could come from any social class. Yes, you read that correctly: egalitarian travelling poets! If that doesn’t sell you on these performers, I don’t know what will. The troubadours spread their tradition throughout Europe and the only thing that could stop them was the Black Plague.

As you’d expect, they mostly sang about love. A lot of their poems were about courtly love and chivalry, but they could also get bawdy. The especially good performers would be sought after by courts like famous painters. Troubadours are essentially the apex bards: romantic, witty, charming, talented, and able to make serious bank.

To finish this, I will leave you with one of the bawdiest troubadour poems I know of, Farai un vers, pos mi somelh (The Ladies with the Cat) by Guillem de Peiteus. It’s essentially the story of a dude who has sex with these women who pick up a knight on a pilgrimage (though it plays with reality and this guy’s fantasies). I’ll include it in the original Occitan, and then a translation by Robert Kehew (I believe), verse-by-verse. Forgive me for my commentary in between, but I just want you to understand how freaking clever this poem is!

Farei un vers, pos mi somelh Em vauc e m’estauc al solelh. Domnas i a de mal conselh, E sai dir cals: Cellas c’amor de cavalier Tornon a mals.

While sound asleep I’ll walk along In sunshine, making up my song. Some ladies get the rules all wrong; I’ll tell you who: The ones that turn a knight’s love down And scorn it, too.

The singer is establishing himself as a troubadour. The protagonist is dreaming, so we should be careful about what is real and imagined. He’s also invoking the trope of the philandering knight constantly falling in love and breaking his heart.

Domna fai gran pechat mortal Qe no ama cavalier leal; Mas si es monge o clergal, Non a raizo: Per dreg la deuri’hom cremar Ab un tezo.

Grave mortal sins such ladies make Who won’t make love for a knight’s sake; And they’re far worse, the ones who’ll take A monk or priest-- They ought to get burned at the stake At the very least.

The Middle Ages were not at all chaste; yes, monks and priests were having sex. This isn’t as sexist as it may come across on a first reading however. He’s not saying women shouldn’t have sex (he’s actually saying that it’s a sin not to being having sex), he’s just upset that women who are clearly willing to have sex are turning *him* down. He’s not going to get any awards for feminist of the year, but he’s not the worst. I’m sure this would rouse cheers from a tavern.

En Alvernhe, part Lemozi, M’en aniey totz sols a tapi: Trobei la moller d’en Guari E d’en Bernart; Saluderon mi simplamentz Per sant Launart.

Down in Auvergne, past Limousin, Out wandering on the sly I ran Into the wives of Sir Guarin And Sir Bernard; They spoke a poper welcome then By St. Leonard.

These are recognizable locations along a pilgrimage route. There’s a good chance that these names are replaceable (Bernard can be replaced with any last name that rhymes with a saint) and this song could be used to goad the audience. And no, he hasn’t had sex with these ladies yet. They’re just saying hello (for now).

La unam diz en son latin: “E Dieus vos salf, don pelerin; Mout mi semblatz de bel aizin, Mon escient; Mas trop vezem anar pel mon De folla gent.”

One said in her dialect, “Sir Pilgrim, may the Lord protect Men so sweet-manned, so correct, With such fine ways; This whole world’s full of lunatics And rogues, these days.”

I think most would agree that this is happening in the knight’s sex-dream because she’s just sweet talking him. The awesome part is that the “dialect” reflects the singer actually adopting a Northern French language (they’re mutually intelligible). Guillem didn’t have to go that hardcore, but he did.

Ar auzires qu’ai respondut; Anc no li diz bat ni but, Ni fer ni fust no ai mentaugut, Mas sol aitan: “Barbariol, babariol, Babarian.”

For my reply--I’ll swear to you I didn’t tell them Bah or Boo, I answered nothing false of true; I just said, then, “Babario, babariew, Babarian.”

This guy just mocks their accents as a reply. Wildin’.

So diz n’Agnes a n’Ermessen: “Trobat avem que anam queren. Sor, per amor Deu, l’alberguem, Qe ben es mutz, E ja per lui nostre conselh Non er saubutz.”

So Agnes said to Ermaline, “Let’s take him home, quick; don’t waste time. He’s just the thing we’d hoped to find: Mute as a stone. No matter what we’ve got in mind, It won’t get known.”

In this stanza we see two repeats and a new thing. First, the names are easy to replace (Agnes doesn’t even have to rhyme with anything) so that this can be done to call out a specific woman’s name. Second, the language skills are being flaunted again as this Occitan-speaker is just casually showcasing that he can sing about sex in other languages too, thankyouverymuch. Lastly, this is WOMEN voicing their desire, not men. The man is silent, they think he’s incapable of speech. This is two women in a poem/song getting to steer the story how they please. Stepping back, this is a guy’s sex-dream so you could argue he’s just got a kink for dominant women, but regardless that’s a pretty cool way to turn masculinity on its head.

La unam pres sotz son mantel Menet m’en sa cambra, al fornel. Sapchatz qu’a mi fo bon a bel, El focs fo bos, Et eu calfei me volentiers Als gros carbos.

Under her cloak, one let me hide; We slipped up to her room’s fireside. By now I thought one could abide To play this role-- Right willingly I warmed myself At their live coals.

Yes, this dude is saying he’s more than happy to let the women take charge. Don’t kink-shame him.

A manjar mi deron capos, E sapchatz agui mais de dos, E noi ac cog ni cogastros, Mas sol nos tres, El pans fo blancs el vins fo bos El pebr’ espes.

They served fat capons for our fare-- I didn’t stop at just one pair; We had no cook or cook’s boy there, But just us three. The bread was white, the pepper hot, The wine flowed free.

A capon is a castrated rooster, fattened for eating. He’s being fattened (and emasculated by letting them take control) before the women get down to their fun with him.

“Sor, aquest hom es enginhos, E laissa lo parlar per nos: Nos aportem nostre gat ros De mantenent, Qel fara parlar az estros, Si de renz ment.”

N’Agnes anet per l’enujos, E fo granz et ac loncz guinhos: E eu, can lo vi entre nos, Aig n’espavent, Q’a pauc non perdei la valor E l’ardiment.

“Wait, sister, this could be a fake; He might play dumb just for our sake. See if our big red cat’s awake And fetch him, quick. Right here’s one silence we should break If it’s a trick.”

So Agnes brought that wicked beast, Mustachioed, huge, and full of yeast; To see him sitting at our feast-- Seemed less than good; I very nearly lost my nerve And hardihood.

So yes, he’s joking about almost loosing his boner and there’s that language play again. The big part of the ending, however, is the imagery of the red cat. Cats are typically associated with women, and the color red tempts the mind into thinking of it as female passion or some kind of prowling sexuality (with undertones of evil). The subtext here is that they’re going to test him by letting this cat scratch him up to see if he’ll cry out. If he can keep his mouth shut and allow the womens’ passions, he can stay. If he can’t, he’s out. Ultimately, I’m going to say that this poem is subtly for women’s empowerment. Go scratch up your knights, ladies.

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