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peninkwrites · 2 years ago

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mafia au you say?

I made a moodboard for this au idea before posting anything about the au, so here's the gist!

OKAY.

So. Two sections of sorts. The Before Times and the Now. With an eight year gap in between. The factions have changed over that time. Before times, the majority of the city was occupied by the Arctic Empire led by the Crowfather, but when a rookie cop, Dream, commits himself to a war on organized crime (for reasons unknown) once an attempt is made on the Crowfather's son's life, Phil breaks down, takes his kid and his ally Technoblade, and flees. In that power vacuum left behind, Schlatt takes over with ruthless abandon. The Before Times have a few character focused prequel fics at present, but I'll have more plot stuff for it later!

(I'll put my shitty maps in here too for reference) (Yes I called the region under government control pig land. ACAB and all that.)

So at the beginning of the fic, the Empire has been divided up between Schlatt and the Badlands, with a lot of violence over some turf in the middle, but the real prize is West of the river, a much more upper class part of town which the cops keep careful control over. The arrows indicate borders shifting/where each group hopes to expand. The only other party of relevance is Puffy, who has a small strip along the docks from a deal with the Badlands, she is the one who runs all the drugs and booze in the city (city is in a prohibition type beat) after she quit the force.

The plot will start out with a few bangs, people going missing and dying and meeting and betraying each other, fun stuff like that, but I don't want to spoil anything so I'll talk characters instead– some of them will be important enough to have stuff from their pov, especially earlier on the list, but I don't know for sure yet who I'll focus on!

Tubbo: Just turned 18. Son of a mob boss. (Schlatt. I am sorry.) He's a ruthless little genius, but he hates the way things are run right now. His dad has put Tubbo and everyone he cares about in danger. Schlatt has made enemies, behaved recklessly, but it's Tubbo who will be left to pick up the pieces and try to keep everyone safe. The moment he can, he's going to change things for the better and strike down anyone who gets in his way. His friends include Tommy, the proud street rat, Niki and Ranboo, sister and brother who run a bakery/speakeasy together, and tentatively Schlatt's lawyer Quackity (they're foxhole buddies. friendship means survival)

Quackity: Schlatt's lawyer. Has an... interesting relationship with the guy (ew) but he's got a Plan. He's gonna get the fuck out of there and start up a casino with his boyfriend Karl (who sells counterfeit watches lol I had to) but you can't just up and leave the mob. So he's keeping his cards close to his chest for now, and when he sees an opportunity, he'll get out. He'd never admit it, but part of why he's sticking around is because he won't leave Tubbo alone with that piece of shit.

Sapnap: Grew up in the mob life because his father, BBH, led the Badlands, but left it the moment he turned 18 because he didn't want to live a life of crime. He wanted to help people, so he became a cop (please laugh. laughter is appropriate. Sapnap starts out wearing clown shoes.) it ended messy with his dad, as he basically completely cut him off. He joined the police academy with his best friend Dream and never looked back. (he joined eight years before around the same time everything changed.) Karlnapity is endgame.

Sam: Used to be a top dog in the Badlands before he pussied out– I mean had a moral crisis. Police captain after Puffy went awol. very canon-esque. Strong moral compass, but also such a fucking idiot. He lives on the nicer side of town with his boyfriend Ponk. Who works at Eret's museum and volunteers in the evening to give medical care to the homeless (aww isn't that sweet)

Ponk: Ponk is a fence who runs their operations out of Eret's basement. They're also Schlatt's doctor and sneak over there after dark to try and keep the stupid bastard alive. But they want out. They're tired of lying to Sam and working for someone they find morally reprehensible. So they make a deal with the Badlands– if they give them a way to get into the police station without breaking in/getting caught, the Badlands will protect them from Schlatt when they leave. So they steal Sam's keys (police files? haven't decided yet). One more job, then they go straight. For Sam. They're well liked across borders, but will that be enough to keep them safe?

Wilbur: Son of the Crowfather. Grew up in the city alongside the Empire kids, kids Phil took in, Fundy, Jack, Niki, Ranboo, along with a less close... rivalry? friendship? with the Badland's kid Sapnap. Then all of the sudden things got bad and when he was 18 or 19 his dad took him and ran, leaving all of his friends behind. (The other Empire kids were safe, they had no known affiliation with the Arctic Empire, Fundy squared away to become an accountant, Jack had already sort of separated him from the empire and had a job at a hotel, and Niki had her bakery to support herself and Ranboo.). Wilbur, going firmly against everything his father taught him, wanted to return to the city a new man, a musician who was down for a scheme or two, but definitely not the son of a mob boss. His first night back he runs into two people: his old friend Sapnap, who has degraded himself into working for the man, and Tommy. This annoying random kid who was kind enough to help him find Niki's speakeasy– The Secret City.

Tommy: street rat. refuses to tie himself down to an organization and heavily frowns upon it, tolerating Tubbo's family ties, but refusing to join anyone. He likes the freedom of it all, even if it gets lonely at times. He used to work with his buddy Eryn, the two of them planning pickpocketing hits and breaking into hotel rooms to sleep for the night, until Eryn decided he wanted to be a part of something more and joined up with the Badlands. He still spends most nights breaking into hotel rooms, his favorite being one which belongs to Jack Manifold, who hates his guts but also has never been able to catch him until he's already sneaking down the fire escape. 17 at the start of the fic. Helps this stupid tall fuck with a guitar find Niki's place because he's just ASKING to get mugged. Has no idea they'll one day consider each other brothers.

(the rest are more minor characters but boy do i have a lot for them lol)

Puffy: Basically in the Before Times she was the police captain that trained Sapnap and Dream when they were rookies. Her son Foolish is taken hostage, because ofc the mob want the police captain in their pocket, but she doesn't know who took him. The rest of the department/higher ups basically go "ya we can't do anything until they make demands good luck lol" so she goes. Okay. Fuck you guys. And takes her and her two little rookies to go look for him. The Arctic Empire are the most powerful players on the board at the time, but it's not them. The Badlands offer to help Puffy get her son back if she agrees to come work for them. She does. The police force basically were gonna leave Foolish to die. First she plays both sides, keeping an eye on Sapnap for Bad, undermining the police force, but Quackity the lawyer owes her a favor and helps her retire peacefully when the pigs start to catch on. She works for the Badlands for a few years, becomes a drug lord, starts her own little empire. Becomes the Godfather. (get it. bc Foolish is her son. the Godfather.)

Dream: A driven little bastard. In the before times, he and Sapnap joined the academy together. For reasons I will not yet explain, Dream makes it his one fucking mission to get all organized crime out of their city. He's ruthless. He's not committed to justice, he's committed to victory, damn whoever gets caught in the crossfire. He is supposed to play a major role as a villain, but I might make his whole deal more off-screen/reduced if I can.

Badboyhalo: was the second most powerful mob boss in the Empire days. Proud of his work, until his son left the family and basically went "you're dead to me." Bad had a crisis of faith. He cares about his family more than he does power, so he gives up some of his territory to Puffy, and asks Skeppy to run things for him. He's going to open up a diner (with a hint of money laundering ofc) and live a Normal Life in the hopes that one day Sapnap will come back to him. His peaceful retirement is an illusion. He could return to his former glory on a whim, but he'll wait for Sapnap for now.

Phil and Technoblade: Not too much to say here, they won't be active for the majority of the story, but Philza is The Crowfather. Insanely powerful. Even after he left the city to take over another one, he left behind some of his Crows to keep on eye on things (crows are people/spies, not birds lol) and Technoblade. He is Phil's enforcer and his right hand. He wears a pig skull mask because he's a notorious cop killer.

Eret: RICH. Runs the museum. Partially blind. Gives off an aura of being naively above all of the crime running rampant in the city. But she knows Everything. She is fiercely protective of her staff, which includes Ponk, museum curator, HBomb, her chauffeur/general guide, Fundy who runs the museum finances (aw an accountant just like his mom), and Foolish who has no idea what he's doing but Eret hired him as a favor to his dad Puffy.

Eryn: Was a street rat running around with Tommy, left him for a few years to go sailing with a crew as a little cabin boy. Came back with some cool scars and stories, tried to work with Tommy again but found he still wanted to be a part of a 'crew' of some sort, so he joined the Badlands. Now a spy with... let's say limited loyalties. (Tommy will always come first, but other than that...)

Niki: runs a bakery which is mostly a front for her speakeasy. Ranboo isn't really her brother, but she looked after him when she was alone on the streets until Philza took them under his wing. She just wants to make bread and a safe haven, but her speakeasy is right in the middle of highly fought over territory. She's used to being threatened or bullied by idiots trying to claim her fucking business. She doesn't blame Tubbo for his father's bullshit when he comes to collect dues, but she will keep this place running or burn down the city with it. Her speakeasy is open to everyone. No conflict, no sides, no guns allowed.

Ranboo: he's just a shy little dude. Didn't ask to be involved in this shit, but when one of your best friends ends up being the son of a mob boss you gotta roll with the punches. He's got a scar and a not-so-mysterious backstory.

Skeppy: this man is terrifying. A force to be reckoned with. When Bad stepped down, he stepped up. Has a soft spot for Bad and Bad alone, even if he doesn't understand him giving up everything for his son, he wants to help him and has the power to do so. (until, on the night of the first chapter, he mysteriously goes missing...)

Foolish: Found trouble in his youth, violent troublemaker in his early teens, but his dad is super protective of him from that one time he got kidnapped when he was like 14. He's a bit clueless about how the every day world works as he went from an absent father to basically being bubble-wrapped 24/7, so he starts working at Eret's place. He's buddies with Ponk and Eret, loves his job at the museum, not very good at it yet. Has a slight propensity for violence that his dad has made him outgrow, but will protect his friends.

Jack: Runs a hotel. Former Empire kid. Will lose his mind (he's moments away from Snapping) and end up helping Tubbo with his whole deal. Cares a lot about his friends. Sometimes wants to strangle Tommy.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head! And this was me trying to avoid spoilers lmao.

If you managed to read all this, thank you!!! I am always happy to talk about this au and maybe even some sneaky plot stuff but right now nothing is written yet! I am trying to figure out how I'm going to write it, I might write a bunch of fics each centered around different characters, but chapter titles with correspond to where in the timeline it takes place. Something like that, bc I don't think I can make this into one huge fic, and if folks are interested in a specific character/storyline, they can pick and choose what they read!

But again, i already have many wip I am in the middle of. But god does this au tempt me.

***UPDATE***

Part 1 of the series is now posted!

#mafia au #I am So enthused #thank you everyone who showed interest it surprised and delighted me #my writing #writing mood #i will probably respond to asks just linking to this post idk #i don't think anons get notified when something is answered ? so might just leave those be

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soobasaur · 4 years ago

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are you mine?

— a lee minho au

genre: enemies to lovers minho x gender neutral!reader

a/n: this is for my bestie who has been in a minho obsession lately and needs more content, you know who you are :]

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you and minho didnt exactly,,,get along very well for a while

the only reason you both even knew each other was two of your best friends were dating and merged ur friend groups

(thanks a lot binsung 〴⋋_⋌〵)

you wouldnt go as far as to say you hated him

but you liked to pretend you did

you just barely saw him around so why not just mke him your mortal enemy??

it was easier to hate him then admit he was decent company!!

you had a reputation to uphold!!!!

and apparently he did too because he never really disagreed,,,,

you guys just ever had a chance to get off on the right foot and really talk

mutual disagreement <33

the thing is, the both of you were never left alone together

like ever

until that one time yall were abandoned (-д-；)

you and ur friend groups planned a hang out but everyone ended up cancelling last minute with no excuse

it was just you two who didnt get the memo and ended up alone

now that you think about it,,,that sounds like smth ur friends would do on purpose

(again, fuck u binsung!! ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ )

so just picture this,,,you and minho both showing up to an arcade and sitting in silence for an hour before getting a text that everyone cancelled

your immediate thought was to go home bc why would minho want to hang out with you???

but after the both of you read the text in the groupchat he got up and made his way inside, holding the door open and quirking his eyebrow up at you

“well, are you coming or not? I wanna try the new vr game.”

and you were just like \\(⊙︿⊙)// ???

he? wants?? to hang out??? with just you????

but u ended up following him in and he paid for your guy’s tickets ≧◡≦

“just buy me lunch after and we’re even”

lunch??? now this mf wants to get lunch together?!$%

you learned one thing about minho that day

he was,,,competitive,,VERY competitive

like what demon possessed him kind of competitive

whenever he won he would flash you a smirk and skip to the next game as he dragged his row of tickets along

it INFURIATED U!!!

ur pride was in shambles

so you unleashed everything after that and won a good amount of games ;)

u had been eyeing a cute cat plush the entire time but u didnt have enough tickets at the end :((

o(╥﹏╥)o damn it capitalism u just wanted a plushie

you didnt rlly want anything else so you gave your tickets to minho and waited to the side for him to get his prize

he came out with tHE SAME PLUSHIE YOU HAD BEEN EYEING \\( ಠ_ಠ)//

but before you could sulk about it he handed it to you and started to make his way to the exit Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

and during lunch this bitch ended up paying even after saying you should (｀ε´)

\(▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)//\\ (▰˘◡˘▰)// \\(▰˘◡˘▰)//

After that...hang out if you will,,u started to notice minho everywhere

LIKE E V E R Y W H E R E

why was this bitch all over your college campus?

you never noticed minho was in ur class for the longest time jsskkfk

like all of a sudden u just spotted him out of the corner of ur eye and were like o h

once he noticed you too there was no going back

say good bye to paying attention in class

(as if you ever did anyways)

he started to inch closer to you during class

he even started sending you notes

ಠ▃ಠ and u were so paranoid the professor would catch you

but this bitch was slick so u were fine

ヽ(๏∀๏ )ﾉ

he was the type of guy to throw little crumpled sticky notes at you whenever he wanted to say something during class

they’d be covered with doodles of cats and his scribbly messy handwriting + little hearts

it was usually just some dumb thought he had or a crude drawing of the professor (. ﾟーﾟ)

other than those few notes you guys never really talked outside ur friend group

there was one incident late at night tho

you had a big project coming up and it was 2am and you were...2 sentences in T_T

you deserved a coffee break <3

so that was how you found under the awning of an all night coffee shop

except it wasn't all night and closed right after you got ur coffee!!

and now u were stuck under the awning!!

all you had was your measly hoodie that you stole from changbin and your now soggy cup of coffee as you waited for the rain to pass

you might as well of just stayed home since ur wasting all this time you could’ve been working on your project standing outside

were you gonna work on the project once you got home? no

but did the thought of wasted time still make you mad? yes

you slumped against the shop as you bitterly drank your coffee, crushing the cup between your hands

after a couple minutes you felt the rain above you stop

you look to your side to see,,,minho?!

this mf was holding an umbrella above your head

“here, take my umbrella.”

thats when you noticed the cafe uniform he had on

“you work here?” you asked, before taking the umbrella from his hand

“yeah, your observant ass didnt see me literally make your coffee,”

“oh whoops,,,i thought you hated me, why are you giving me our umbrella?”

“i do, but id rather you uh...not die in the cold looking like a dead rat.”

was it just you or were his cheeks dusted pink?

probably the cold

(y/n you dumb bitch-)

you both walk back to your dorms after that

and he insists you carry the umbrella

cus his poor arms are tired from making coffee all day :((

and maybe it's an excuse to be closer to you

since hes a bit taller he has to crouch and scoot closer to you in order to not get wet >_<

⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙ ⊙﹏⊙

over the next few weeks your find urself at the cafe he works at more often

one time you got the hours wrong and he wasnt on shift :(

but when you got up to leave he walked in and spent the day helping you study instead of working

you went for the coffee!! not for him!! definitely not,,,

(¬‿¬)

“look, im only hanging out with you cus you get the employee discount.”

“sure, and not cus you enjoy my company-”

“i 100% despise your company.”

ok but u didnt

u actually /REALLY/ liked his company

like WTF

where has he been all ur life

ew that sounded too romantic

but like fr where was he hiding

(・ε・｀)

soon you both were joining binsung on their dates

but it wasn't a double date!!

it was just four friends hanging out and two happened to be a couple

and they liked to hang out at fancy restaurants and do couple like activities

totally normal!!

there was one incident where you were about to pay for your meal but minho placed his hand on top of yours and slid his card instead

“you can pay on the next date.”

NEXT? DATE??

excuse me sir what do u mean-

you ignored changbin and jisung’s snickers behind you the entire night

when minho walked you home you couldnt help but let urself blurt out

“was this a date?”

minho gave you an incredulous look

“...was it not??”

oh my god this is embarrassing

“OH MY GOD WAS IT NOT?!!”

you ignored how minho was now turning crimson red and panicking and tugged on his collar, pulling him down for a kiss

“it was...a date” you mumble, now shy at the close proximity between the two of you

“...im gonna kill jisung.” he muttered, pulling you in for a hug, “he told me this was a double date”

“that can be our next date, the murder of our best friends.”

“wow i am in love with you.”

＼（＾○＾）人（＾○＾）／

minho and y/n murder besties!!

for legal reasons that is a joke

( ˶˘ ³˘(˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)♡

thank you for reading !!

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guileheroine · 3 years ago

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a sky full of song, chapter three

Princess Korra meditates on her relationship with Asami on the road back from Ba Sing Se, before an unexpected incident forces her to grapple with the looming prospect of marriage / Korrasami royalty AU / ao3 / chapter one, chapter two

On the parched bank of the West Lake, the Serpent’s Pass finally behind them, they rested. Korra made idle talk with Asami, wishing for rain, as she usually found herself doing by lunchtime. Asami skimmed rocks.

“Oh, no, they’re nothing like the northern coasts...”

“Warmer, I’m sure.” Korra supplied absently, wiggling into the earth and relishing the heat on her muscles, sore from riding. She bent the lakewater from a distance to soothe the itches on her skin. They had fought through a nettle-ridden, midge-infested patch of forest first thing that morning.

“Black beaches,” Asami was saying, her westward gaze wistful and precise, like a lance aimed on the distant shore, across the leagues of land, water and air that lay between them and the first Fire Empire islands.

Korra finally lifted her gaze in curiosity, mirroring Asami’s, though they were looking at nothing but blue water. She tried to interpret the stillness.

When they left Ba Sing Se and began to travel in a westerly direction, the tone of Asami’s remembrance had also begun to change, though subtly. Maybe no one else had noticed, but Korra was sure of it. All the way to the palace, her laugh would lift like a soft breeze as she recounted childhood springs, daring to anticipate future days in their like. Despite the complicated feelings this prospect stoked in Korra, she relished the laughter like she relished the rain in the evenings. But today Asami was harder to read.

They had decided to bear south after leaving the capitol so they could carve a different route back, seeking the waterways this time. And though they were still deep in Earth territory, each day on this trail brought them closer to Asami’s wartime home than she had been since… Since just before they met, and the tune of their lives shifted, though Korra hadn’t known it then. It was distance Asami had been eager to place; Korra learnt that the day they met. Now that she was recovering it again, after a fashion, she wondered if Asami felt like a changed woman or not.

What had she been like, then, there? Korra wished she could meet that girl. Protect her, steer her northward. She thought sometimes that if they’d known each other then, it would have been a blessing to her own condition, to the fiery young commander she’d come to realise she didn’t miss being. Maybe Asami saw it the same way, and a couple more years with each other would have tied them together inexorably. This was the kind of wishful thinking Korra rarely dealt in, so she had no idea how to suppress it. She just let the fancy itch at her, like all the other itches were doing.

Asami threw another stone. “M-hm. Sand as black as iron. Because of all those vents. They bend fire and blow glass better than any human could. You know how the dragons are said to be the original firebenders? We say that the volcanoes are the original smiths. But the sand—it could cook your little feet right through the seal-hide boots. Ha-ha.”

“Ew, Asami...” Whatever momentary gravity Korra felt evaporated.

Asami turned around to catch her eye, beaming slyly. With nothing but the glinting lake framing her, she looked like a memory already.

Miki and the boys were in town, paying for the boats that would take them all the way to home soil. Once they were on the water, there were two ways out of the West Lake: a river that spilled into the Mo Ce Sea and Fire territory, and another that opened into the arctic.

“We should go back one day,” Korra said aloud, unthinkingly. “I’ve never been to the Fire Empire. Not in peacetime.”

“I mean, neither have I, in that case,” Asami said wryly. She gave a prim nod. “But we should.”

Korra wanted nothing more. The old hunger crept upon her—the old panic. She thought she had been making real progress, acclimatising to the hard-won, perfectly prosaic life of diplomacy in the royal citadel without feeling like a polar bear pup caught in a snare.

Was one nice girl enough to undo all that? Or had she been led blindly this whole time, and just a whiff of the wide world was all she needed to open her eyes. It wasn’t even until they ventured south together, until she realised Asami would leave one day soon while she remained locked up in a fortress, that it had become a ghost at her heel. The prospect of loss—of that loss—brought a stunning new verve to her years of rebellious agitation.

Later, the feeling that afternoon tasted like an odd dream, like she didn’t know whether to hold onto it or push it away.

“I’m starting to think you want to have a wedding,” Miki jeered. Korra glared daggers at her and she flinched teasingly, while a scattering of laughter and whistles arose from the others. The campfire was outcompeting the sunset at last, and the animals, duly exercised after the long stretch on the water, now slept sated.

In the corner of Korra’s eye, Asami was combing the tufted mane of her sleeping stallion, the laugh on her lips silent. Then she nuzzled his crest, and the log Korra perched on felt unsteady.

“She’s just jealous it was in everyone else’s cards,” Silaq chuckled, hearkening back to Mistress Meng’s divinations. It took the others a moment to recall, as it had been a while since that particular escapade, and the expensive baiju they’d hauled from Ba Sing Se had been flowing freely for nearly an hour. Silaq roasted what remained of the fish he had dived for, much of it having been picked away while they were still on the river.

“No, I’m just saying,” Korra propelled through her point one more time, “I would have done it differently. Right? We sat for hours in the heat. Why not open the buffet at least, if you’re going to have everyone come so early…”

“I’ve never felt hunger like that, no,” Miki conceded, taking a comforting swig. “Small wonder that princeling is such a skinny little thing. Do you think the Queen feeds him enough? She did seem a little stingy.”

“Skinny—but I thought that was your type,” Korra swooped in for her revenge, shaking her head. “All this time...” That elicited louder howls from the boys, who revelled in old memories.

Korra leaned over to Asami to explain that Miki, intense and athletic, had spent the better part of her youth chasing after the weediest boy in her tribe, following him all the way to Agna Q’ela when he won an illustrious post at the royal treasury.

“I don’t see looks, only supreme character,” Miki rumbled. She always fended off insults to her betrothed’s honour with ice in her eyes.

“Granted, you pick well,” Khiem said, pensive. “My first love left to go be a hermit down in the spirit wastes. Preferred snow sprites to people.”

“Oh, we can’t all be as noble as her…” Korra continued over him, reaching for one of the sizzling slices of perch Silaq was handing out.

“You can’t,” Miki countered. Korra welcomed it with a grin, turning the jape into a compliment.

“Uh-huh, lookers only.” She winked. Her only girlhood infatuation had been the one other person in her sledding troupe who could keep pace with her during their field days. There hadn’t been much else to him, in hindsight, which had its own kind of charm. “We had fun, though.” She flashed her brow, but the smirk faltered into a flushed shake of the head when Miki hooted and Khiem clapped her back.

Asami had heard about this one, and she hiccuped behind her hand before saying, “Is this the chieftain’s son who ran to the military after you broke it off with him, and then you ended up commanding his battalion in the war?!”

Hearing her tell it with her fresh eyes, the others chuckled at the old story. Korra rolled her eyes.

Silaq answered Asami, elaborating as he replenished her serving of fish. “The rest of us teased him about it, but I think it just kept him humble. He was this tall, beefy, gorgeous thing—”

“Kind of like you?” Asami said, accepting the plate.

He cooed in his gentle way. “You flatter me always.”

Korra laughed languidly at their back and forth, using her better judgment to suppress the prickle of disrelish that sprung in her chest. They were familiar, probably from working alongside one another in town, and their common mellow disposition. Korra knew Silaq to be one of the most reluctantly eligible bachelors in town—his reluctance to indulge the attention every hunter, fisher and basketmaker fawned on him being key. Still, she wondered what it would be like, to flirt freely with Asami like that, and if it would sting worse if Asami stayed in the end and settled down with someone else. Not for the first time, Korra envied her own subjects.

“Eh, I hope he got over it,” she said, hooking her thoughts back on the topic at hand. “I haven’t seen him around in a while.”

Khiem clucked in sympathy for the poor boy. “How do you get over the future queen, though? It wouldn’t surprise me if he’s some mercenary halfway across the world now.”

“He wasn’t exactly marriage material,” Miki said from her high horse. “Wouldn’t last a day under Panak’s nose. Find you someone with a few more wits, and then we can talk about a wedding…”

“What about you, Asami?” Silaq said.

Korra caught her jaw just as it fell. Asami’s eyes were alert, but they saw through her when she glanced her away. Asami recovered her composure swiftly, if she had ever lost it, answering Silaq just as Korra realised what he had meant.

“Well, there wasn’t much in our town besides the mill and the plant with all the foundries, but I met some nice people once or twice from the seminary in the town when I attended,” she said, lips pursing out of a smile. “I have fond memories, but I don’t think I ever found someone I’d miss too much!”

Korra closed her eyes briefly, leaning out of the firelight, hoping her little fumble wasn’t obvious.

“Their loss and our gain, eh?” Someone said, Korra wasn’t certain who. The words bounded off her, distant.

The next night they camped, Korra lay awake under the glow of the full moon. With her blanket cast off in the heat, the mosquitoes came to roost on her, so she sat up and slipped out of her bedroll. Then she saw that Asami’s, too, was empty. Her eyes scanned the glade, and just before the worry sank in she heard a hushed call.

“Korra? Hey. Up here.”

She swivelled to follow the voice and saw a leg amidst the clustered leaves of a nearby tree, kicking out to hail her. Korra walked over, the temptation to climb washing out the brief flare of relief. It was a hardwood with low branches, which took just a couple shrewd moves to scale, and then she was in the eaves with Asami. The foliage dappled the bright moonlight, which otherwise lit the view below them amply.

Korra slung a leg over the gnarled branch Asami sat on. “Hey. What are you doing up here?”

“Oh, I just wanted some alone time.” Asami held up a small bottle in her hand. Korra recognised it as a wise purchase from one of the market stalls in Ba Sing Se. “And—I needed to treat my insect bites.”

That was probably a better idea than trying to pointedly ignore the screaming itches like Korra had been doing. She was unsurprised to hear that Asami was hankering for time to herself. Camping instead of rooming and touring in settlements—there were few along this stretch of the river—meant they had little reason to split off from one another during the day’s course. If Asami craved time alone, then Korra was craving time alone together as well.

“I hear you,” she said. “It’s been kinda busy, even though it feels so vast and quiet out here.”

“Will you miss being on the road?” Asami was rubbing the ointment into invisible spots on her knees, the sarong she lept in rucked all the way up. The scent of tulsi pervaded the air around the tree, making a sanctum of their little hideout.

Korra leaned against the trunk. “You know the answer to that…”

The corners of Asami’s mouth turned up. Whatever she read of that reply, it made her nose pinch with the effort of a suppressed smile or word. “So what awaits the Princess of the North when she gets back to her castle?”

“An audience with someone that bores me to tears, probably.” After a long second, Korra said, “Tell me more about Half Moon Island, or whatever it was—” She roused the image of a land even more foreign than this one, like a bulwark against the impending routine of home.

“Crescent Island?” Asami’s voice dripped with affront.

Right, it was a Half Moon Bay that she’d seen on Silaq’s map in the cabin the other day. Or was it Full Moon Bay? Korra scoffed a laugh.

Asami continued, “There’s an ancient shrine there that got destroyed at some point when the troops were using it as an outpost, but maybe they’ve rebuilt it by now. Aside from that, it’s just cliffs and beaches.” She took up Korra’s placid mood with ease. “Why don’t you tell me what the Air temples are like... That’s the nation I haven’t stepped foot in...”

I’ll take you, Korra wanted to promise. “I’ve only been to the northern court. That’s where the regent lives, their highest guru. We call them that, but they don’t have kings, just spiritual teachers. Teachers and students, no masters. Sometimes our herbalists and spirit-tamers go to compare notes with them. My mother liked me to tag along when I was younger.”

“Sounds dreamy,” Asami said.

“I didn’t love it,” Korra admitted, although as she said it she wondered if she would find it more amenable today, “but I think you would.”

“You take me for a sage?”

Korra blinked at her, smiling. “No, a healer.”

She sat comfortably, flinging her legs out, letting them graze Asami’s as they swung. It almost amazed her, when she really considered it. The devotion that had grown between them, layer by unspoken layer like a pearl hidden in its shell, lustrous and palpable one day out of nowhere. For a long time, she had known its presence without seeing it, but now she couldn’t look away. As she sat in that presence, the whisper of the grasses and the cool shroud of the leaves began to lull Korra, only the glaring moonlight keeping her sleepiness at bay.

“What do you call this full moon?” Asami said. She had folded one foot into her lap and was massaging her ankle.

“Hm?”

“In the north, I mean. I was thinking about Yue’s moon.” At that, Korra tilted her head a sliver to watch her as she continued. “In the south we just know it as the cold moon. And this one—this is the thunder moon, for when the summer storms finally break. But you don’t have those up there.”

“Oh.” Korra considered for a second. “It’s the berry moon, I think.”

“Ah. That’s sweet, I like it.”

Unbidden, Korra recalled Asami’s delight at the berry harvest last summer, her red fingers and red mouth in the midnight sun. A memory she didn’t know she had. Asami’s hair was currently in a neat plait, as it had often been when she worked, maybe that had triggered the recall. She had it braided so she could access all her skin easily; Korra watched as she lifted a dot of ointment on her fingertip and drew it along the skin behind her ear. There was a little welt on her neck that might have been red in daylight.

“That’s a lot of bites,” Korra said, closing her eyes.

“I know, yeah,” Asami said sheepishly, “it’s that scent I wear, I’m pretty sure it attracts them. I’m going to stop for a while, until we get back.”

“That’s one advantage to moving north, huh?” Korra knocked their knees together lightly. “I can heal them for you, you know, if they’re bothering you a lot. I did some of mine earlier, though I got bored after a few.”

Asami was silent for a moment. “It’s okay. This is good ointment.”

“Then mind sharing?”

Asami passed the bottle to her wordlessly. Korra sniffed it before daubing some over the worst of the bites on her legs. She raised her head when Asami spoke again.

“That scar…” Asami stuck her chin out towards Korra’s thigh. “It’s deep, but you never healed it.”

Korra had several nicks and burns that she had never used water on—from the war, from happier exploits before it—but anything that truly wounded her was usually taken care of. This blight on her leg was the exception.

“Oh, yeah. I kept this as a souvenir, I guess. The first time I fought a non-bender, someone with a real weapon. I thought it was cool, okay, I was young—” She rolled her eyes. “It was from a sea-raider near the beginning of the conflict, a little border skirmish when they first began encroaching north. I suppose they sent the firebenders elsewhere to fry bigger fish.”

“I wonder who made the blade,” Asami said. She was scrutinising the scar solemnly, as if it could tell her, on the edge of a dark cloud that Korra could see coming before it came.

Korra snorted, and tried not to sound curt. “Well, we’re never going to know that.”

Asami’s face rose in yielding laughter before it could fall. “Sure, yes.”

What Korra didn’t miss was the way her hand had twitched. Witless with a sudden desire, she said, “Can you get these ones on my back? They’re hell to sleep on.”

“That’s what you get for napping shirtless.”

“What else is the bounty of nature for?”

Asami’s fingertips were cool and soft on her back, if a little callused under the ointment. Korra, tingling, tried to memorise every groove.

“Did you know Prince Wu’s new consort had been mixed up in some gangs in the Lower Ring?”

They were now more than fourteen days since Ba Sing Se. The thought, rooting deep like the willow saplings they had all received in their wedding favour baskets, had crossed Korra’s mind on every single one.

“No, I didn’t. Good grief, that place was just bloated with chatter, wasn’t it? But,” Khiem said, with that typical flatness that belied his knowing tone, “why are you telling me?” All the same, his voice lowered when he said it, tempered with care, with an affectionate plea for caution.

The town they were passing through, the first in days, was holding its annual kite festival. They had seen the flotilla of kites and balloons streaming in the breeze far downstream long before they docked, and Korra wanted to fly one the second she spied them. When the governor learnt of her enthusiasm during their dinner last night, he had the finest silks and tools dispatched to her apartments. They noted, impressed, that Governor Tsengel had sent the heraldic colours of the Water and Earth Kingdoms.

Korra dropped her gaze into the cane of bamboo in her hands, her grip loosening on the stripping blade. She tightened it again, and struck a rough notch into the wood. Khiem was right, it was someone else she wanted to tell. Yet she bit her tongue every time.

“He’s Fire Nation, too. Or so the gossip goes…” She added belatedly, searching for something to fill the air. Khiem only hummed vacantly in response. Korra turned her mind inward as she began shaving the notch into a bamboo whistle.

She had been thinking. What she had scarcely any doubts about was the depth of Asami’s devotion, whatever it looked like, whatever it could look like. Her glance, her words, left little room for dispute.

Her mind was a different matter. Korra feared that if she spoke, Asami would just wave the air out from under her. She would do it gently, of course, but still. Low birth and the muddy traces of Fire Nation heritage were not the same as known violations in the war. They had been kind to the new girl in Agna Qel’a, doubtless they would always be—but her parents’ concern was with the kingdom, and the world far beyond. The marriage of a sole heir was not an opportunity to waste. And by her own account, Asami had more than debts of gratitude to pay. If she was gearing up for a life of quiet penance and occasional respite in the valleys of the Earth Kingdom, Korra couldn’t fault her. Beneath her good humour, Asami was serious and sensible, her endearing proclivity for the bright side whetted down into a sharp pragmatism by years of toil and war.

Korra knew that Asami would keep herself right even if it meant burying her own impulses. And she knew that while Asami could take one golden year with her and be content for all the remaining ones, if Korra faltered once, felt the touch of her hand one time too many, she would be past the point of return. Maybe she had just grown up spoilt and desirous like that.

“What are you thinking about?”

Asami cast her a sidelong glance. She was kneeling on the grassy bank, waiting a minute too long for Korra to hand her the kite.

Startled out of thought, Korra busied herself with straightening out the silken wings. She sought for an answer, landing on the honest one. “Well, I hate to bore you, but I’m thinking about the future again.” Then she went on quickly, “How was the university?”

While Korra spent the afternoon finishing her kite, Asami had stolen away for a tour at the local university, which housed a school of metalwork apparently renowned across the kingdom.

Asami hesitated at the change of topic but relented after a moment. As she answered, they began to walk. “You know, they’re experimenting a lot with how to mix more metals. Things I thought were pure alchemy. It’s fascinating… I think, with the demand for armaments disappearing, they’ve been able to explore their craft in so many ways…”

“Sounds like a perfect fit for you,” Korra said.

“They even have a grant from the royal mint to help them refine their coinsmithing techniques,” Asami continued, twirling the cord of the kite. “Oh, by the way, the master technician, she told me about a grotto just a mile or two north of here. Apparently it has the most beautiful precious stones. We should visit!”

Korra grinned. “Let’s go tomorrow. Not that I’m sick of these beautiful fields, but everything’s been so flat for miles.”

As Asami went on, they tried to help the kite’s traction by running. Korra whooped when the whistle finally sang.

“Will you move here then, do you think?” She said, once they’d caught their breath again. “I mean—it's not too far south either..."

Why did that feel like tearing out her tongue?

“Well. I can’t be sure yet about this town in particular....” Asami patted her skirt down, taking a heavy breath. They both understood that she was being put on the spot; Korra wasn’t sure yet whether to regret the question. “But if you‘re asking me to prophesise, I think I’ll probably be somewhere around here this time next year. There’s a lot for me to discover if I push my arts under the patronage of a university—to teach too, I think I found a knack for that with the apprentices— and that is what I’d like to do, since I don’t intend to have a family.”

It struck Korra with dull finality. In the end all she said was, “Don’t you?”

“Well, it wasn’t exactly plain sailing with the first family I had. I would rather take my chances on something new.”

Korra turned to face her, slowing the pace they had set. “But is that what you want? Or is it just a way of atoning?”

It was Asami’s turn to feel indignant. “I don’t think that would be wrong.”

“It wouldn’t, if it really was what you wanted.”

“How do you know what I want?” Asami said, with tender venom.

Korra would have been on her haunches if someone else took that tone, but instead her tongue shrank in her mouth. The tone of Asami’s voice, the way it frayed, made Korra wonder if she had been too hasty to believe that Asami could tamp her desires down through sheer force of will. Maybe she was just taking pains to minimise the trauma of the rupture.

“I don’t,” Korra said. “I don’t know. I’m sorry…”

Asami shook her head, avoiding her eyes. Confirming her suspicions. “No, I’m sorry. I just—I‘ve been trying to think it through… And set myself some realistic expectations, I guess.”

The chill that had fallen over them so suddenly subsided when Korra squeezed her shoulder, and Asami took her arm in acceptance of the apology. Eventually they resumed a different conversation, but a shadow remained over the rest of Korra’s day. She wished for tomorrow, though even before it came she regretted that wish.

The missive came in the night. Bandits a few miles downstream at the river’s mouth had assailed some Earthen noble and his company as they sought passage across the sea, placing a tidy ransom on their heads. The lord in question bargained with them. He mentioned news of the Princess of the Water Kingdoms likely being somewhere in the region—news that apparently had the power to free him, because the pirates claimed they would spare the company if she gave the word.

“What—? Slow down. How?” Korra demanded, through a yawn. Her fists clenched on her lap as the governor tried to placate her confusion with a helpless gesture.

They had congregated in the tavern. Someone was lighting torches. The landlady was refilling the spent messenger’s barley tea, which he gulped furiously, having explained this matter far beyond his head to the governor. Another young man that Korra had lost a game of Pai Sho to earlier in the evening was trying to find him board in the packed inn. Korra and her own company were bundled together before the governor, shaking off sleep. All except Silaq, who stood spry and attentive at Korra’s side, trained for these moments.

“From the beginning, please, Governor Tsengel. And first, are you in danger?”

He sniffed his acquiescence. “Your Highness. And no, we are not.”

“Is the Princess?” Silaq interjected.

“Not at the moment, I believe. You see, Lord Damir, from the province east of here, he was travelling north. But pirates captured him at the estuary. We hear that he warned them not to waylay him, because he was expected as a guest to the Water King and Queen. A guest of honour, in fact. That would make it a diplomatic matter far above the lowly pirates’ heads. They’re menacing folk, but petty—they know when trouble is more than its worth.”

“Alright,” Korra said, somewhat reassured, and still burning for an explanation. “So what exactly did they want with me?”

“Word has travelled downriver about your presence here, as I am sure you can imagine. The bandits said that if you could be found to verify the lord’s claim, they would let him pass free. You understand, he says he is bound for Agna Qel’a as a potential suitor to the Northern Princess.”

Korra’s stomach fell like a stone; the hand she had raised to rub her eyes clamming up. The governor’s face was impassive, while her friends’ were painted with various expressions of alarm and irritation. Korra didn’t search for Asami’s.

“You have to send word immediately that I vouch for him,” she announced. “And we’re heading north in the morning anyway—if he needs me to go there, or to fight… Well, I’ve fought enchanted spirits that would make petty pirates quake in their boots.”

Her voice was steely and authoritative. This was old terrain, a wave of the hand. And she waved it quickly, all the better to retreat and face with the part that had truly rocked her.

The fellow from the tavern rode south with the message, on the promise that he’d report back on the pirates’ decision. He was given the finest elk horse in the town, who could make the dozen and a half miles to the port and back in just a couple of hours. Korra and Khiem accompanied him to the stable, wanting fresh air.

“Think he’s telling the truth?” Khiem said.

“No doubt. I’ve never met this man and they don’t know me so well around these parts, so I doubt he’d risk himself on a lie.”

“So your parents—”

“Figured I might be in a marrying mood when I came back, and thought they’d try their luck with this one…They mean no harm.”

Khiem harrumphed, somewhat appreciatively. “Bold. They ever try that before?”

“Not like this, but I thought it might be coming.” Korra shook her head and laughed. “I’ll set Queen Senna straight, don’t you worry.”

“Are you alright, regardless?”

“Sure,” Korra said. “I’m just processing.”

She couldn’t put this off forever, she knew that. It had never felt this tangible, though. A name, a life in jeopardy, to pin this abstract future on made it feel thunderously real—made her body protest with its teeth and its stomach in a way she had never thought to anticipate. Korra’s fists were still clenched. But her parents were blameless, of course, the real culprit was her own wayward heart.

“You’re a good, smart girl,” Khiem said, unprompted. “At least you are now,” he amended, making Korra pout in retort. “Think like a queen. Don’t break your heart, if you can help it.”

The others were waiting it out all together in the tavern, knowing sleep wouldn’t come. When Korra returned, they were piled together on the chairs and rattan mats, nursing strong teas. The tavern’s resident raccoon tabby was curled in Miki’s lap; Korra bent to scratch its ears before sitting down beside her, dismissing the innkeeper who had risen to offer her a chair. Asami handed her a tea, her eyes remote but her smile reassuring and tender, while Korra mumbled thank you and drew a blanket around herself. She wondered if the workers and townspeople milling around thought they were all just her handmaids and bodyguards.

“I was really shitting it for a moment there,” Miki was saying, with uncharacteristic candour. “Bandits are a piece of crowberry pie… but being awoken in the middle of the night—” She shuddered.

“I know,” Korra said with sympathy. It stoked dreadful memories in them all. Korra had been trying to sift that shock from her other quandary, and now that Miki mentioned it, it was part of what had rattled her so much. If her experience in the war had taught her anything, it was to take nothing for granted—a harsh but necessary lesson for the daughter of a glorious dynasty. Tonight’s jolt felt like a refresher.

Miki bowed her head. “And I sincerely apologise for the wedding talk. It seems I may have brought this on.”

The others tittered at that, the innkeeper hovering nearby casting them a perturbed look. Korra’s mind drew to Asami in the corner; she felt her own folded legs slant towards her.

Eventually, she fell into a brief sleep and dreamt of a black beach and red berries. The next thing she knew, Silaq was calling her awake. He was bouncing on his feet, a gleam in his eye and a ripple in his jaw that told her everything she needed to know.

Only when the governor spoke did she notice him, looking as harried as before. “The bandits. They want the word from your mouth. Is it safe, Your Highness?”

Korra and Silaq exchanged a glance. Miki smirked in the corner, arms folded.

“You’re talking to the youngest, not to mention the most insufferable, captain of the north. And her bodyguard, if you can imagine such a thing.”

Governor Tsengel took that as his cue to return to bed.

Korra’s greatest concern was for her mare, who hadn't ridden regularly for a week or two. She would ply her with kisses and apples, but first she had to assemble a pack. Miki wanted to feed the raccoon tabby, and the boys went to ready the elk horses, so Asami assisted Korra, laying water, a spare anorak, and matches on the mat before her.

When Korra knelt to gather the pack, Asami tentatively reached up to touch her forearm. Korra was helpless to stop herself taking the hand with her other one.

“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Asami said, low. “And…” Her lashes flickered like the torches around them, and Korra bent in close. “...That you know that you’re—you’re what I have left. Don’t be tempted to doubt that.”

“I know,” Korra said, a little artless, unsure how to convey her own emotion as her throat constricted. “I— I’ll be two hours, three at most. Honestly, think of it as a courtesy call.”

“I know,” Asami said, squeezing her wrist. The sincerity of her expression was drawn from a well deeper than just the mission at hand. Her words rang like they were imparting an invitation, though to what exactly Korra didn’t yet ponder.

Instead of dropping Korra’s hand, Asami brought it to her mouth and kissed it. Her lips were softer than petals. It felt like something no one should see, until Korra remembered that it was possibly the only inconspicuous way Asami could touch her. After all, Korra couldn’t pass through the city at home without obliging a handful of these gestures. The smattering of townsfolk staying up with them, dawdling nearby, looked right through it—all while Korra’s heart made mayhem in her chest.

She supposed no denizen on the street could kiss this hand again.

As Korra swept her hair back, Miki came to say goodbye. “Don’t be too eager to save him,” she warned, the tabby now chittering sleepily in her arms. “Drag your feet a little, so he knows it’s just a moral thing.”

Her talk made the locals balk, and even Asami, who had never had the opportunity to witness her pure irreverence in the face of potential peril. For Korra, it was an energiser.

“Oh, I think I’ll have to see his face before I decide. And the other side.” She tightened her riding ponytail before releasing it with a swish. “You might be right about a wedding.”

“Typical,” Miki chided. “Asami, how can you stand to hang around someone so shallow minded?”

It didn’t take Asami long to play along. Korra smiled as she pulled her boots on, because she heard the mirth in Asami’s voice before she said a word, although her face was still drawn and her eyes bore the hint of a strange sorrow. “Oh, I’m planning my permanent escape as we speak. I’ll be in and out of the palace as soon as we dock!”

Her giggle bled into all the words, and a honeyed, leaden ache pooled in Korra’s chest and made her limbs heavy. Limbs that could level glaciers, beholden to the cadence of her stupid voice. Korra clucked, affecting petulance.

She managed to sour her own mood with her rejoinder. “You’ll stay for the wedding though, won’t you?”

Asami’s face was caught between a laugh and a morbid, purer hurt; they fought in her face and made it alive, and divine, and devastating. In all of an instant it was enough for Korra, who never, ever wanted to see such injury on her face, and at once, never wanted to see another face.

She rose to leave abruptly, a rein on the very thought.

“Two hours, Asami. We’ll go to that grotto after, just me and you.”

Korra would go save this unfortunate lord’s life. And then. And then—she had to confer with her future consort.

#korrasami #**#asfos #four short months later i bring you 6k

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karasong · 3 years ago

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MY TOP SONGS OF 2021:

When I Met You - Ethan Nestor

Dandelions - Ruth B.

Crystal Clear - Hayley Williams

Flowers - In Love With a Ghost, Nori

Sparks - Coldplay

All I Wanted - Paramore

Thurs 6-25 - SALES

Watermelon Sugar - Harry Styles

moment - Vierre Cloud

Alone Together - Fall Out Boy

i’m closing my eyes - potsu

Fallingforyou - The 1975

Say It - Illenium Remix - Flume, Tove Lo, ILLENIUM

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

GoldenBrown - Robot Orchestra

blind - ROLE MODEL

Insomniac - Memo Boy, Cahkra Efendi

bad idea! - girl in red

Doesn’t Matter - Gallant

Goodie Bag - Still Woozy

Hate Me (with Juice WRLD) - Ellie Goulding, Juice WRLD

I Can’t Help - Shoffy, Sarcastic Sounds

Bags - Clairo

A Kiss - THE DRIVER ERA

505 - Arctic Monkeys

The Beach - The Neighbourhood

Painting (Masterpiece) - Lewis Del Mar

Don’t Wanna Fall In Love - KYLE

College Kids - Jubril

it’s ok, you’re ok - Bonjr

Reasons To Love You - Meiko

Home - Edith Whiskers

slow dancing in the dark - sora.wav

Over Those Hills - Hayley Williams

Longing - Makzo

XO - Beyoncé

Birds Fly Higher Than The Moon - Yasper

Asystole - Hayley Williams

Yung and Writhing - Rew

What Was Before - Leavv, Philanthrope

Exhale - Blue Wednesday, tender spring

Looking Out for You - Joy Again

Bluetooth Ringtone (interlude) - Aviino

Darling - Tomppabeats

Cloud Dance - Blue Wednesday, Ian Ewing

Mind Over Matter - Young the Giant

Wolfcat - Still Woozy

Please Notice - Christian Leave

Lost in You - khai dreams

Sorry - LWKGD

Mistakes Like This - Prelow

To Build A Home - The Cinematic Orchestra, Patrick Watson

Firelight - Young the Giant

In My Veins - Feat. Erin Mccarley - Andrew Belle

Nitesky feat. John LaMonica - Robot Koch, John Lamonica

Past Lives - BØRNS

Waste - Oh Wonder

Lullabies - Yuna

Love Like This - Acoustic - Kodaline

Ocean - Elsa & Emilie

Love Story - Taylor Swift

affection - BETWEEN FRIENDS

Want Me Back - BENEE

Deeper - Aviino

You - Petit Biscuit

The Kill - Thirty Seconds To Mars

Trouble - Cage The Elephant

Trigger - Hayley Williams

I Melt with You - Modern English

Secret Love - Doris Day

Reality. - chromonicci

Electric Love - BØRNS

Tongue Tied - Grouplove

The End of All Things - Panic! At The Disco

Magenta Forever - Aviino

Bloom (Online Bonus Track) - The Paper Kites

Greek Tragedy - The Wombats

Cherry Flavoured - The Neighbourhood

Collide - Rachel Platten

I’ve Got You - McFly

Valentine - COIN

Heal - Tom Odell

thinking about you - Keepitinside

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood

goodnight n go - Ariana Grande

Talk Too Much - COIN

Gimme Love - Joji

Du Bassin au Muret - sadtoi

Cosby Sweater - Hilltop Hoods

hot girl bummer - blackbear

Void - The Neighbourhood

all the kids are depressed - Jeremy Zucker

Way Away - Sleepy Fish

If U Wanna Stay - Sweatcult

I Know Your Face Better Than Mine - Taro

Wildflower - 5 Seconds of Summer

Je te laisserai des mots - Patrick Watson

Lilac - G Mills

Arrival of the Birds - The Cinematic Orchestra

Daydream - Aiguille

MY SPOTIFY WRAPPED 2021:

My Minutes Listened: 6,309

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2idiots · 5 years ago

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Keep Yourself Alive pt. 16

word count: 2404ish

NCT Frat Social Media AU // College Athlete & Fratboy Lucas x reader

warnings: none really, lucas is drunk, y/n is whiney

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You were grumbling and cold. For some reason you had decided to wear just a sweater to meet Hyunjin at Chan’s apartment. The sun was shining when you walked over and you stupidly thought it would be shining when you left. Spoiler alert it was not and the temperature had significantly dropped so now you were freezing as midnight neared on your walk across campus. As much as you loved the moon and the stars you hated being cold, which was a partially because you were constantly attached to your heating pad and anything that could keep your muscles relaxed. Of course you could’ve taken Chan’s jacket when he offered but that was accepting defeat and you weren’t ready to do that. So armed with your still warm leftovers, you trudged across the arctic tundra clutching you oversized sweater closer, angrily muttering under your breath.

The first time your phone rang, you were too busy being overdramatic about the cold to notice. It wasn’t until the second call that you picked up, not entirely sure why Mark was trying so hard to contact you when you were positive he was already drunk with his boyfriend. And boyfriend meant he didn’t have to stumble to your dorms after the party was over, he could just stay with his boyfriend.

Alright so it was the second time tonight that you were regretting bad decisions and having friends. First you get the swim boys to move the pasta party to Chan’s apartment and forget a coat, then Mark and his dumb boyfriend drag you into looking for a “very drunk” missing Lucas. Apparently he had disappeared out of the party after downing a little too much beer and whining something incomprehensible that included your name. Enough guilt tripping and the demon Haechan had you searching in the cold on campus, STILL without your jacket. It didn’t matter how heavy your sweater, the wind was cutting right down to your bones. The two lovebirds claimed to also be looking for the oversized basketball player but you had a sinking suspicion that they weren’t and this was some setup.

If only you had gone home earlier, instead of passing out in the middle of a movie with Hyunjin and Chan. You would already be fast asleep and unable to respond to what Haechan started calling “markhyuck.”

Wrapped up in the excess fabric of your sweater you ventured toward the only place on campus you thought Lucas Wong might go: the practice courts. If there was one thing you learned about him in the last month, it was that he truly loved basketball. These courts were his comfort place, in fact he had told you that himself, and if something was weighing on his mind you had a hunch that’s where he would be. At least that’s how you used to be with the pool.

Sure enough the closer you got, you noticed warm light flooding out onto the cold bare sidewalk through a crack in the side door. Upon further inspection there seemed to be a concrete brick propping the door open like someone had been coming and going. Considering all the other basketball players were no doubt back at the NCT party, that left one sports dude left to be the intruder.

Quietly you snuck through the door making sure the brick remained in place. There you found yourself in the back equipment room, though it was narrow and skinny like a hallway, a very unorganized hallway. This is when you were positive it was Lucas in the building; you could hear him mimicking the cheers of a crowd loudly followed by the heavy hits of a basketball on polished wood floor. At least you knew Haechan wasn’t lying about Lucas sneaking away. Though you were skeptical of why you were here and not someone who knew the star better, wouldn’t Jaehyun or some other member of the basketball team be better suited to this task. You were just a one night stand who also happened to be his school tutor.

There hopefully NCT would dispatch someone to pick up their lost brother so you didn’t have to walk him across campus to a bustling NCT house as midnight neared or deal with his drunk ass. Despite common belief, ‘aka’ your friends, you really weren’t good at taking care of drunk people you just kinda tossed a water bottle their way and let them sleep it off. You weren’t really a caregiver, another reason why you shouldn’t be the one looking for Lucas.

When you finally saw the giant goof in question, an uncontrollable smile split across your face and for the first few seconds you didn’t even realize you were grinning from ear to ear. This tended to happen whenever you were around him, hence the reason you replaced it with a neutral expression the moment you felt your cheeks tire. There was just something about him that was unbelievably contagious, a happiness.

As for the boy in question, he was at the halfway line on the court making a surprising amount of shots for someone who was clearly drunk. Every shot he made was accompanied by fake cheers and every involved another drink from a clear water bottle that you didn’t have to smell to know it wasn’t water.

“Hey you big dork, isn’t it a little late to practicing?” You yelled from across the courts, your arms cross and your hip popped out. The attitude was practically rolling off you as a smirk played across your face.

The minute his giant brown puppy eyes landed they widened, filled with a childish sort of joy as he practically screamed, “Y/N!” Before you could respond he propelled himself across the two courts separating you and forced you into a hug, the basketball long forgotten behind him. “You came!” You stood there shocked and unmoving for what seemed like forever. The last thing you were expecting was a hug from him, you hadn’t really touched him since Halloween, not even an accidental brush. You weren’t purposefully avoiding him but it just seemed easy to keep your hands off after sleeping with him on Halloween. Didn’t want to give him the wrong impression, or at least that’s why you told yourself. “Wait why did you come?”

Pushing him away, though it took more effort than you expected, you made a disgusted expression and cried out, “Ew Lucas you’re all sweaty--” The minute contact broke between the two of you it was like all feeling returned to your body and you immediately when to brush off some invisible specks of dust, though really it was just an excuse to get your nervous energy out-- “and you’re drunk.”

The big basketball player retreated like a kicked puppy when you pushed him off, his eyes filled with a sadness that was had unintended consequences for you. It was like something was eating at your insides, something that felt suspiciously like guilt. In fact you felt so horrible that you very nearly pulled him into another hug just to get that look out of his eyes, especially when he let out a little whine, “Y/n do you like me?”

The color drained from your face, what kind of question is that? Oh course you liked him, you won’t have started tutoring again if you didn’t like him. But something told you that wasn’t the kind of “like” he was asking about; you weren’t ready to give him that answer and you couldn’t bear to cause any more of that sadness.

Where was the NCT member to pick up this oversized teddy bear?

Plopping down to the ground next to you, he got very quiet and murmured, “I knew it. I’m sorry for bothering you.” It was pitiful watching him hunch into ground, his limbs all splayed out as he fiddled with the cuffs on his long sleeved shirt.

It sent a pang directly through your heart. Is that what he thought? Why did he think you didn’t like him? Sinking down next to him, you hesitantly reached out to pat him on the shoulder, wincing at how awkward you were. “You’re not bothering me.” Your movements were uncomfortable and gawky. See you weren’t really a touch feeling person. In fact the only time you ever gave in was when one of your friends would drunken stumble to your room in the middle of the night. It was nearly impossible to pry them away in the middle of their sleep. “I like you being around you.”

Staring down at the floor he very quietly responded, “They why do you keep running away from me?”

“Running away from you?” you answered incredulously. Lately you were spending more time with him then your longtime friends, even if you had to leave early from a migraine or some other complication. Running away from him was the last thing you were doing.

But that didn’t seem to make him any less sad, in fact now he was looking at you with those big brown eyes, pausing to stare at where your hand rested on his shoulder, “Every time I’m around you it’s like you can’t wait to get away. I bet you even want to leave now.”

Letting out a slightly uncomfortable laugh you attempted to ease the situation with a bit of humor of your own, “Didn’t peg you as clingy, player.” That was definitely not the right thing to say because it DID NOT lighten the mood and now you felt even more awkward. The look in his eyes made you feel like a villain for hurting him.

“Even at the ice cream shop you were eager to leave, I thought we were having fun.” You went to protest, of course you were having fun that’s why you invited him, but he grew so quiet that you almost didn’t think he was breathing for a moment. A quiet Lucas was never a good sign, he was quite possibly one of the loudest people you had ever met, surprisingly that was one of the things you liked about him: he’s over the top personality. “And Halloween, I know I’m not supposed to talk about it but I can’t stop thinking about it. I thought you were going to stay until morning, I thought I would get to spend the night with you…”

Ah so that’s what this was about. You didn’t realize he took it so hard. Sure wrapped up in his arms you may have promised to stay until morning but then you could feel the pain starting to settle in and you had to get home. It was nice to have a break, filled with enough pain relievers to make the night bearable, but this was your life and a few moments off didn’t stop the pain from coming back. It was dumb to think you could stay until morning, you didn’t get to feel normal like that no matter how much you wanted.

When you looked back up from the ground he was searching your face for some kinds of answer but you couldn’t give him what he needed, as big as those puppy dog eyes got. “Were you uncomfortable? Did I take advantage of you?” You could see water starting to pool in his eyes and you were absolutely positive if you couldn’t handle his sad eyes then you could NOT handle him crying. “I’m so sorry y/n. I’m so so sorry.”

This poor, poor big baby: how long had he been holding this is? Not sure what prompted it, you reached out to hold his face gently in one hand and let out another little laugh at his thought, “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t take advantage of me, I wanted to be there with you. Please don’t apologize when you didn’t do anything wrong. Thank you for spending the night with me.” If anything you should apology for leaving him there to think he was a horrible person. Maybe you should’ve just taken the stairs.

“Why did you leave then?” He relaxed into your touch, his head nuzzling down into your palm. This little action sent a warmth cascading through your hand into your chest, so surprisingly that you’re lucky he was too drunk to notice the change in you. “What did I do?”

“Nothing Lucas, you did nothing. I had to leave,” you’re not sure why but suddenly tears were starting to well up in your eyes too. Maybe you needed just as much alcohol to get down to the bottom of this sadness that had sprung up inside. Had you really had this much of a profound impact on him? “I had to, it didn’t have anything to do with you.” Did you tell him that you felt it too? That when you spend the night talking you were feeling just as drawn to him. “Please don’t overthink it.” No. It wouldn’t do either of you good to admit you wanted to stay.

“So do you like me?” He asked again but this time he was clearly asking the question you didn’t want to answer.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed buddy.” You diverted, hooking elbows with him to get the reluctant giant off the floor of the gym. Time to go to sleep, these weren’t questions you were going to answer. Friends don’t ask friends that kind of question.

You grimaced, looking up from your phone to the drunk boy next to you. His arm was interlaced with yours and a significant portion of his weight was supported by you despite the fact that he towered over you. You were getting really good at guiding oversized drunk boys. There was no way you could get him back to the NCT house and his bed alone, and it seemed that none of your friends were answering their phones. That left you one option, other than leaving him here to sleep in the practice courts alone, which you think about, your dorm.

There was no doubt that desk attendant was judging you with how many drunk men you were bringing up to your rooms. Hopefully she wouldn’t call Lucas an Oppa though, it was hard enough to hear it about Johnny you didn’t need it about the cute boy you were tutoring too.

Keep Yourself Alive

pt. 15b // pt. 16⚛ // pt. 17

summary: College is hard enough, right? Coursework, two jobs, a social life, and the state of your mental health. As if that was enough now the school’s no.1 athlete won’t leave you alone after a one night stand. And maybe you like him back but you have a tendency to run when life gets too difficult especially now that undiagnosed chronic pain just seems to be getting worse with each passing month.

(Thanks for reading! Please leave feedback, I would really appreciate hearing what you think 💕)

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#nct imagines #nct social media au #wayv imagines #wayv social media au #wong yukhei #lucas nct imagines #wayv x reader #wayv yukhei #lucas nct #yukhei imagines #yukhei x reader #nct xuxi

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imaginedisish · 6 years ago

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I Think We’re Alone Now (Five Hargreeves x Reader) (The Umbrella Academy)

A/N: BOY AM I MAD. SO this got deleted...presumably because @staff is trash and someone was like “EW SHE’S WRITING FOR A FIFTEEN YEAR OLD!” News flash AIDAN GALLAGHER IS A YEAR BELOW ME IN HIGH SCHOOL. I AM A JUNIOR. HE IS A SOPHOMORE. I JUST TURNED 17. HE IS TURNING 16 IN A FEW MONTHS....IM NOT SOME CREEPY CHILD PEDOPHILE. AND YA KNOW WHAT, THERE IS NOTHING SEXUAL ABOUT THIS IMAGINE! It is PURE FLUFF, and Five and the reader are BOTH 17 IN THIS AU!! I AM NOT SEXUALIZING HIM IN ANY WAY HOLY CRAP. Wow...I’m clearly mad...um...sorry?? I’m just honestly exhausted from my dance competition today. I WON FIRST OVERALL THOUGH...SO YAY! I might write a small headcanon for tonight...but I’m so tired...I might have to take a short break from writing until Sunday, since I’m competing at this competition all weekend. I’ll keep everyone updated. So, for now, here’s a repost of I Think We’re Alone Now...enjoy

Summary: You and Five are seventeen, and have just started dating, but you feel the need to hide your relationship from the rest of the Hargreeves. One night, you decide to sneak into Five’s room, and chaos somewhat ensues…

Warnings: MEGA FLUFFFFFFF AHHhhhh! Language, awkward reference to sex from Luther bc Luther is Luther…smh Luther.

Word Count: 2,883

Stars twinkle brightly above you, dancing whimsically in the dark night sky. The crisp autumn breeze passes through you, sending a chill down your spine. You shiver as you stare up at the brick building in front of you. Your heart begins to beat rapidly as you contemplate what is was you were about to do. You were going to sneak into Five’s room.

Five had told you, “It’s the second window from the left, south side of the Academy, third floor. Come around 9:30, okay?” No matter how nervous you were about the matter, you simply couldn’t say no.

You knew you’d have to be discrete, since the rest of the Hargreeves were unaware of your relationship with Five. They knew you were close friends with him; you were friends with the entire family, especially since they were helping you develop your power, levitation. However, because you had grown so close with the family, you and Five agreed that his siblings couldn’t find out about your relationship.

In truth, there was no ‘known’ force stopping you and Five from being together. You were both 17, you were both supers, and you were both extremely similar. You liked the same music: David Bowie, Arctic Monkeys, Arcade Fire, and The Strokes. You were both unbelievably witty, as you constantly bounced remarks and comebacks off of one another. Most importantly, you liked each other. In fact, you thought there was a chance you could love the boy.

But still, you had agreed with Five that no one could know. Maybe it was the fear of judgement that created the secret, or possibly the fear of disapproval. You knew that Five’s siblings had developed a liking to you, as you had essentially become a part of the family, but you weren’t sure if they would like you as Five’s girlfriend.

So, over the past month, as opposed to going on dates like normal couples do, you and Five had snuck around the city together, going on dates to Griddy’s, and having picnics in the park. Sometimes you two secretly hid away in his room, chatting and listening to music. You hated hiding things from Alison, Diego, Luther and Klaus, but as of right now it seemed as though it had to be done.

A cold breeze snaps you back to reality. The wind begins to pick up again, grabbing at your green, turtle neck sweater. You pull at your sweater, softly pressing it down against your body as your hair begins to take flight next. You groan in annoyance, wanting to be inside with Five instead of out in the cold.

You take a deep breath. I can do this, You think to yourself, yanking up the right sleeve of your sweatshirt, and then nervously scratching your forearm. While you were growing better at controlling your abilities, you weren’t always able to hold them for an extraneous period of time. Levitating yourself was also something that challenged you. More often than not, you would usually fall once you were around four feet in the air.

Obviously, that was nowhere near enough for a journey up the side of the Academy. The Academy was massive, and it’s size still amazed you, regardless of the fact that you had been here millions of times before.

You search the ground for a pebble, so you could let know Five you had arrived in a more romantic way, as opposed to sending him a text message. You quickly find a perfectly smooth, grey, round pebble next to your feet. You pick up the pebble and aim towards Five’s window. With a light throw and a tap, the pebble reaches Five’s window. The action was a bit “Romeo and Juliet,” (minus the double suicide at the end, of course), but it was fitting in the moment.

Seconds later, a pair of dark blue eyes meet your own. Five smirks at first, but his smile quickly widens, almost as if the longer he stared at you, the happier he became. Your heart flutters in your chest, and you smile back. He begins to crack open the window, his bangs falling in front of his eyes in the process.

“Come on up,” Five says loud enough for you to understand him, but low enough for no one else to hear him. You nod your head, swallowing harshly, nerves rushing through your body.

You close your eyes, imagining yourself floating in the air. Slowly, your feet lift up from the concrete. The wind swirls around you, helping you grow higher. You open your eyes, noticing that you were just one floor away from where Five’s room resided. You push the air down with the palms of your hands, and you levitate up to the next level.

I did it, I actually did it, You think to yourself, pride swelling in your gut as you finally reach Five’s window. After so much tiring training, and so much effort, you were finally able to fly.

There was Five, his smile growing wider now that you were face to face. His piercing blue eyes twinkle in the moonlight, just as the stars had been. No, in fact…his eyes were more brilliant than the stars. Stars held so much importance, serving as guides for the lost, wish granters for those who longed for something more…but that was what Five was for you. You didn’t need the metaphorical presence of a constellation. You already had that, wrapped up in the package of a 17 year old boy that you were growing to love.

He extends a hand out to you, inviting you inside. “Grab my hand, I’ve got you. You won’t fall, I promise.” He says. You fly closer to him in response, lifting your arm towards Five as he takes your hand in his.

However, just as you had been doing so well, a sensation of weakness overcomes you. You feel yourself beginning to lose control as you attempt to change your position, as to fly into the room horizontally.

“Shit,” You mutter, your eyes searching Five’s in fear. “I don’t think I can control this any longer,” Your voice is shaky, and your entire body begins to tremble. You had never flown for this long, and it was becoming too much to handle.

“Yes you can, (Y/N),” Five says, squeezing your hand tighter in his own. He tugs on your hand slightly, helping you get a bit farther inside the room. At this point, your shoulders are through the window, but that was it. Thoughts race around your mind as your powers weaken even further.

Suddenly, the pressure you normally feel between yourself and the air around you begins to fade away.

“Five!” You scream, as you feel yourself starting to fall. You grab onto the windowsill, attempting to hold yourself up. Five grabs onto your arms, pulling you quickly, yet carefully into his room. With one final pull from Five, you fall onto the floor of the room.

Five drops down to where you fell, reaching out his arms to help you stand up. “Are you okay?” He asks, concern prominently filling his voice as you stand to the ground with his help.

You take a second to catch your breath. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken up is all,” You say, smiling lightly. “And I’m much better now…” You pause, a bit nervous to finish your sentence. “You know, since I’m with you.”

Five smiles widely. “That was cheesy, but I like it, and only like it because I like you.” Your heart does a back flip in your chest at the sound of his words. Now that things have calmed down a bit, you recognize how close you are to Five. It feels as though you’re an inch away from Five’s face, since neither of you had moved from where he had helped you stand up.

“You can’t call me cliche or cheesy if you’re saying things like that,” You state sarcastically, crossing your arms in protest. Five steps a bit closer, uncrossing your arms as he takes your hands in his. He was never like this with anyone else. He was usually so cold, so distant, so sarcastic with his siblings. But with you, Five was kind, sweet, and overall an entirely different person. You two could sit on the edge of his bed, listening to music for hours, his fingers carefully combing through your hair. The only time either of you got up was to change the record that was spinning on the turntable in the left corner of Five’s room.

Five takes another step closer to you. He studies your face for a bit, his eyes often landing on your lips. This makes you a bit nervous, since you two hadn’t kissed yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to. God, did you want to. It was more or less that you were scared. You had never kissed anyone before, and quite honestly, this was your first ‘real’ relationship. You didn’t want the kiss to be bad, and you especially didn’t want to disappoint Five.

With one more step, Five becomes so close to your face that his breath tickles your nose a bit. He looks deeply into your eyes. “Can I just kiss you already?” Five asks, smirking a bit.

Your heart practically thumps out of your chest as you nod your head. Shit, this is it, You think to yourself.

Suddenly, Five’s lips come crashing down on your own. His lips are warm, and surprisingly sweet, moving slowly against yours. You hum a bit, beginning to feel more comfortable. Five smiles against your lips before pressing another soft kiss onto them.

Then, to your dismay, Five pulls away from you, leaving a slightly cold sensation where he had once been. You wanted more, but you knew you would just have to wait for the next time you had the opportunity to kiss Five.

Five grins a bit, his hands still holding yours. “You’re absolutely incredible, (Y/N).” Heat quickly rushes to your cheeks, and you can feel yourself becoming red. Five laughs at your new color, his dark, chocolate bangs bouncing against his forehead in the process.

“Don’t laugh!” You jokingly reprimand.

“Too bad, I already did. You’re just…” Five pauses a bit, anxiously scratching the back of his neck. “…well you’re cute when you get all frazzled like that,” Five mumbles, hoping you can’t hear him as he lets go of your hands and walking over to one of his many bookshelves. He pulls out a record from the shelf. He picked out one of your favorite records, ‘Bookends’ by Simon and Garfunkel.

“Is that new? I didn’t think you had Bookends,” You question.

Five can’t help but smirk. “I may have gotten it because of you,” He says softly, walking over to brown turntable in the corner. He takes the record out of it’s sleeve, and carefully places it on the turntable. He turns the machine on, and the record begins to spin. He slowly allows the needle to come down on the record, and “Bookends Theme,” begins to play.

There were no lyrics to the song, yet there was something so romantic about the incredibly short melody. Maybe it was the perfect plucking of the guitar strings, or maybe it was simply the chord progression itself. Regardless, the song made your heart flutter in your chest, more than it already was. Five walks over to his bed, and takes a seat on the edge. He pats the spot next to him, inviting you to sit with him. You smile, and walk over to the bed.

As you sit down, Five instantly raps an arm around your waist. Your head rests against Five’s shoulder, and you close your eyes. You never wanted this moment to end. Everything seemed so absolutely perfect.

Five began to lean back towards the bed, and you followed him, your back eventually crashing down onto the bed. You push yourself up farther so your feet are no longer hanging off the bed, and Five does the same. Five wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. Your eyes now struggle to stay open, as you hear the sound of sleep calling your name. You allow yourself to give in, closing your eyes tightly.

You’re still awake as ‘Old Friends’ begins to play. The song is soft and calm. You listen closely to Five’s heart beat, which in contrast with the song is incredibly loud and fast. You open your eyes, looking up at Five.

“Are you okay? Your heart is practically beating out of your chest,” You say, concern heavy in your voice, picking up your head slightly to get a better look at Five’s face. Five’s piercing blue eyes find yours.

He swallows harshly. “I’m fine, it’s just,” He pauses for a second, contemplating his words as he looks up at the ceiling above. “Having you here with me, like this, I’m nervous…I guess…” Five trails off. “Having you here is exciting, it’s special.”

You smile resting your head back down on his chest. You close your eyes again, feeling at peace. “Hey Five?” You whisper.

“Yeah, (Y/N)?” Five responds.

“I like you, a lot,” You say, a smile spreading across your face.

“I-,”

Then, abruptly, Five is cut off by a loud knock at the door. You and Five practically jump up from where you had been laying down.

“Five! Turn your music off. It’s too late for this shit!” You hear Diego call out from the other side of the door. You and Five say nothing as Five rushes over to the record player to turn the music off. “Also, did you take my comb again?”

“No I didn’t take your fucking comb, Diego!” Five shouts back, rolling his eyes.

“I don’t believe you,” Diego says angrily. “I’m coming in to find it!”

“Shit!” Five mutters, his eyes widening with fear.

“What are we going to do?” You ask as the knob of the door twists, and the door creeks open. There’s nowhere to hide. You’re absolutely screwed.

Diego steps through the door, his eyes instantly landing on you. “Five, what’s (Y/N) doing in your room at 10 o’clock at night?” His eyes deeply cut through Five’s soul. Five takes a deep breath, preparing himself to explain the truth to Diego.

“Well, um, you see-,”

Klaus pops his head through the door. “Where did the Simon and Garfunkel go? I was having a good-,” Klaus stops talking as his eyes land on you. “Uh oh looks like we’ve go two troublesome teens on our hands, now don’t we?” Klaus cackles like a hyena.

Five scoffs. “Don’t you have some ouija board to be talking to right about now?” Five says, annoyed, taking a step towards Klaus.

Klaus crosses his arms against his chest. “You know what, just for that,” Klaus cups his hands, bringing them next to his mouth as if he was going to call a group of children to dinner. “Luther! Allison! Clean up on aisle ‘teenage love’! Immediate assistance required! Thank you!” He brings his hands back down, slapping them against the side of his thighs.

Five responds by showing Klaus his middle finger.

Seconds later, Luther and Allison are standing at the door. Luther’s jaw drops to the ground, and Alison begins to laugh lightly.

“Come on, you guys didn’t see this coming?” Allison asks, laughing still.

“Quite honestly, I suppose it was bound to happen eventually,” Klaus agrees. Luther and Diego nod along to Klaus’s point.

“I mean, do we let them have their privacy?” Diego asks, leaning over to Luther. Luther shrugs his shoulders.

“I guess so, but clothing stays on! Got it?” Luther commands. Five’s cheeks grow red with embarrassment.

“No shit Sherlock,” Five says, rolling his eyes.

“Alright, let’s leave them alone, boys,” Allison says, pushing her brothers out of the room.

“But I wanted to babysit!” Klaus exclaims, and you can’t help but let out a laugh. Allison is the last person out. She shuts the door behind her.

“I’m so sorry about that,” Five says, sitting back down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” You say, a smile spreading across your face. Five lays back down, and you follow suit, reverting back to how you and Five had been laying down before. You rest your head on Five’s chest, his heart still beating just as quickly as it had been before.

“So before, you didn’t get to finish what you were saying,” You say to Five. Suddenly, his heart begins to beat faster.

He takes a deep breath. “Well,” He pauses, “I like you too, (Y/N).” Five responds. You can’t see his face, but you know he’s smiling. “I like you a lot. In fact, I think I might like you more than anything else on this planet.” His heart is thumping wildly against his chest now. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, his fingers combing gently through your hair.

“I like being here,” You whisper softly.

“I like having you here,” Five responds. You can’t help but smile. You close your eyes yet again, falling asleep in Five’s arms.

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outpost-43 · 2 years ago

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Nothing like working late. :)

Transcript Later Tom: Ughh what did he even do to it? Tom: Fucking hell where is the...

#eddsworld #eddsworld comic #ew tom #eddsworld art #comic #arctic au

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chaoticlesbiab · 6 years ago

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Wilhemina Venable:

A song that reminds you of them:

Suck it and see - Arctic Monkeys

I’m not entirely sure why. I think the lyrics “that’s not a skirt girl thats a sawn-off shotgun” but I don’t know.

What they smell like:

Well pre-apocalypse at least I think she smelled like Lavender and cinnamon. They’re really different scents but I feel like they would balance each other out.

An otp:

Hmm.. well I’m not sure if I actually ship her with anyone but I thought her and Mead were kind of cute in the beginning of Apocalypse.

A notp:

Michael x Venable!! Ew!

No offense if you do ship them I just can’t see it because of that one scene where he made her expose her disability to him. That scene was really off putting to me.

Favorite platonic/familial relationship:

Uhh I think Mead again. I just enjoyed their dynamic in the first few episodes.

A headcannon that’s popular in the fandom that you disagree with:

That she’s a stone cold top. You can’t change my mind that she could absolutely be a whiney, bratty, desperate, touch-starved bottom. Of course, she would be a strict top at first, but once she feels comfortable she would alternate.

The position they sleep in:

Due to her condition, she usually sleeps on her back. She’ll occasionally sleep on her side, but it can get uncomfortable.

A crossover au that you’d love to see them in:

Witch! Venable during Coven time. I’d really love to see how she would act with Fiona. I think they could have been friends.

Your favorite outfit of theirs:

I’m so gay.

#ask game #wilhemina venable

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whyareyoureyesblack · 2 years ago

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Art trade with @eddsworldrus !!! He gave the sketch and I lined and coloured it~ ^w^

#eddsworld #ew jon #arctic research au #this is a specific shading style I want to do more because its funky #me gets my art trade done like weeks after he did mine ;;;#collab art

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nyangibun · 7 years ago

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A Jon x Sansa New girl AU please !

I hope this is alright! Sorry it’s a million years late!

It was a Wednesday morning when Sansa walked in on Harry arse-naked on top of some blonde in their shared bed. At first, she’d just stood there, thinking about how ugly Harry was and how gross he looked in the throes of sex. Everything about it looked so mechanical and dull – and god, if you’re going to cheat on your girlfriend who you just moved in with then at least throw it all away for a night (or rather morning) of passion. That’s why people cheat, right? They get so overwhelmed by sexual chemistry and something new that they can’t resist themselves, so what does it say about Sansa that her boyfriend of a year cheated on her for mediocre sex?

She’s not sure and it’s better if she pretends she doesn’t know the answer to that question.

“Sans? Where do you want this?”

Her brother is studying her with his arms wrapped tightly around a box labeled ‘shit Sansa doesn’t need’ courtesy of her little sister.

“Um, just… anywhere is good. Thank you, Robb.” The smile she offers is faint and lacking any warmth, but it’s the best she can do considering she’s twenty-six-years-old and moving in with her brother and his two flatmates. She loves Robb and there’s a part of her that still worships the ground he walks on, but she honestly does not want to live with him and his friends. Sansa was supposed to be getting her own space, settling down and being a grown up, only that all went crashing down around her when Harry decided to stick his prick in somewhere else.

She grimaces at the thought and that catches Robb’s attention.

“What?”

“Harry was gross, wasn’t he?” she asks instead, looking around the room. It’s a decent size with two large windows to one side that faces another apartment complex. It’s not a great view, but the room is well-lit and she likes that.

Her brother chuckles in surprise. “We’re just glad you didn’t catch anything.”

Sansa’s grimace grows and she throws a pillow at his head. “Ew, Robb. Don’t even joke about that!” She’s already been to the GP for a very thorough STI test, and thankfully, she’s clean. She supposes the one good thing Harry has going for him is a healthy knowledge of sexual education and the follow-through to always wear a condom.

“Sorry,” he laughs, putting both hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but when Sansa rolls her eyes, her brother moves towards her swiftly and wraps her in his signature bear hugs. “Hey, you’re better off without him, yeah? You’re way too good for a weasel like Harry.”

“I know that,” she mumbles into his shirt.

“I love you, Lemon.”

“Love you too, Bacon,” she says, shaking her head at their stupid childhood nicknames. Lemon for her for the amount of lemon cakes she used to eat and Bacon for him for the amount of bacon he used to steal from everyone’s plates. In their defence, Sansa had been four and Robb seven.

Once her brother leaves her new room, Sansa flops down on the bed with a heavy groan. She doesn’t know what’s more tragic – the fact that her boyfriend cheated on her or the fact that she doesn’t feel even a smidgen of heartbreak.

+++

“THEON, GET THE HELL OUT!”

“I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE HOME!”

Sansa grabs for her towel and runs out into the living room where Robb is sitting on the L-shaped sofa with Jon playing some video game. Both are staring up at them with wide eyes, but she takes no notice of this. She’s too busy glaring daggers at the scrawny man before her.

“How do you not – didn’t you hear the shower going!” She’s not screaming any more but she is still very close to killing him.

“What? Mate, did you fucking walk in on my sister showering?” Robb is now on his feet with a scowl on his face. Theon instinctively recoils back in fear, which really irks Sansa, because he should be more afraid of her.

“I didn’t mean to. I swear it was an accident!” Theon says in a rush. He looks to Sansa and seems to be imploring her with his eyes. “Honest, Sansa! And if it makes you feel any better, you have a very lovely figure.”

“Ugh, douchebag jar now!” she screeches in frustration, grabbing an empty can from the nearby table and hurling it at Theon’s head. He ducks in time but the physical action does make her feel a little better. “You guys need to fix that lock or I swear to god I will make your lives hell.” With that said, she storms back to the shower to finish rinsing out her hair.

Day six of living with the boys is going disastrously. Not only has Theon seen her naked but she’s pretty sure she’s heard her brother having sex multiple times now, and if it happens again, she’s going to cut off her ears.

+++

It’s Valentine’s Day and Sansa officially hates her life. Harry and her had plans to travel down to London and stay at a nice hotel. Of course now her Valentine’s Day consists of cocooning herself in a duvet while watching Bridget Jones’ Diary and drinking wine. It’s mean and petty but she’s fuming that everyone she knows has plans. Even Theon sodding Greyjoy has a date! How did that buffoon trick someone into going out with him is beyond her, but she supposes the silver lining is that she has the flat to herself.

Bridget has just shown up to the garden party in a little bunny outfit when the door to the flat bursts open and Jon comes stumbling in decked out in his fireman uniform. He looks weary and exhausted, and it takes him several minutes to notice her. In fact, he probably wouldn’t have at all if she hadn’t shifted on the sofa causing the leather to squelch underneath her.

“Fuck!” he exclaims, jumping back in surprise. His curly hair is in such disarray and his eyes are so comically wide she has a hard time stifling the giggle rising up her throat. “I didn’t – I thought you’d be out or something.”

Sansa arches a brow. “With who? My non-existent boyfriend or my illustrious ex?”

Jon flushes and rubs the back of his neck. “Right, sorry. I just thought you of all people would have a date.”

“Me of all people? What’s that supposed to mean?”

If it’s possible for a person to turn into a tomato, Jon is doing a very good job right now with that transformation. “Nothing. Um… Bridget Jones?”

“You like Bridget Jones?” This is news to her. But then most of what she’s found out about Robb’s sullen best friend is news to her. “Didn’t peg you as the type.”

He shrugs as he kicks off his shoes and drops down next to her. “It’s alright.” But thirty minutes later, Jon is completely gripped by the story. He’s laughing and shaking his head in time to each crazy or absurd thing Bridget does. It’s surprisingly endearing and Sansa finds herself watching him for the rest of the film instead. He has a very expressive face when it’s not wearing that grumpy mask he has on most of the time.

“Why aren’t you on a date?” Sansa asks once the credits start rolling.

Jon blinks at her, fingers clenching and unclenching around his coffee mug filled to the brim with red wine. “Don’t really feel like dating.”

“Bad breakup?” she pushes, because she really doesn’t know a thing about Jon and she should considering they’re now flatmates. He’s also the most sane one out of the three of them.

“Does it count as a reason if it was over two years ago?”

Sansa surprises herself by laughing at that. “Yeah, sure. If it was bad enough.”

“Is my ex getting into a car accident, going into a coma for three months and waking up only to decide to travel the world without me bad enough?” he asks, and if it isn’t for the glimmer of a smile on his lips, Sansa would be horrified by that tale.

She pretends to think about it for a second. “Hmm… I guess I can give you that one.”

“You’re so gracious,” Jon says, chuckling. “So what was your bad breakup? Robb didn’t really tell us anything other than Harry is a twat and he’s going to gut him like a fish.”

“Oh god,” she sighs. Robb really needs to get a grip on this overprotective brother thing. If she hears he actually tried to fight Harry, she’ll kill them both. “I think you have me beat on the bad breakup front but I think coming home to see your boyfriend breaking in your new mattress with someone that’s not you is pretty rubbish.”

“Ouch,” Jon says, as he reaches over to place a comforting hand over her own. His hand is big and warm, calloused but still soft enough to make her body shiver from the contact. “That is shit, Sansa. I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“It’s okay,” Sansa says automatically, before feeling emboldened by the wine to add, “but you know what’s the most screwed up part? I’m actually more upset about the mattress than I am about Harry. I mean – I paid for half of that mattress and mattresses are expensive, Jon. They’re supposed to be an investment, right? Except now I’ll never be able to use it.”

He shakes his head, smiling bemusedly at her. “You’ll buy a new mattress.”

“But it was a really good mattress!” she whines. “It has one of those memory foam things.”

“Oh jesus, yeah, that’s definitely a real loss,” Jon nods with a completely serious expression. “I’m sorry for your pain.”

“Shut up.” She swats at him with one of the ends of the duvet. “You’re an asshole.”

Jon grins, grabbing the remote from her and flicking through Netflix for something else to watch. “I hate to break it to you, Sans, but everyone in this flat is an asshole. Even you.”

“Excuse me?” she cries out indignantly.

“Uhuh, so you’re saying you’re not the one that threw all of Theon’s toiletries into the toilet? Or the one that keeps turning down the boiler so it’s practically the Arctic Circle in here?”

“Well…” Sansa chews on her bottom lip as she hides behind her wine glass. “In my defence, Theon deserved it and – I like the cold.”

“See,” Jon smirks now. “Asshole.”

+++

Theon gets dumped by his girlfriend on a Friday.

In the five months Sansa’s been living with them, Theon’s been with this girl for three of those months and he was actually normal. He only had to add to the douchebag jar every other day as opposed to every day. They were even becoming sort of friends because apparently boyfriend-Theon likes to get Sansa’s opinion on how to dote on his girlfriend. It was cute, which was why when Theon comes home looking as broken as an abandoned puppy, Sansa is game with the boys to taking him out and getting him shitfaced drunk.

She’s not much of a drinker herself. Sansa doesn’t like to lose control. As a Scottish woman from a very Scottish family, this is practically unheard of, but her mother is from a posh family in Oxford, who doesn’t believe in drinking in excess, so that’s probably where she gets it from. It works out in their little ragtag group because by ten-thirty, Theon and Robb are so drunk they’re swaying and stumbling into anyone in a ten-metre radius, and Sansa just knows she’s going to have to shove them in a taxi soon.

“Bitch,” Jon slurs beside her. The two of them are leaning against a table, watching as the two idiots tell some wild joke to a group of girls, who look way too young for them.

“What?”

He glances down at her for a brief second before returning his focus on the boys. “Theon’s ex. She was a bloody bitch.”

“What actually happened?” Sansa asks. She doesn’t know the story and she’s too afraid to ask Theon in case he starts crying, because drunk Theon? She can handle that. Emotional and crying Theon? That’s out of her realm.

Jon sighs and angles his body towards hers so he can lean in to speak more privately.

It is incredibly unfair how attractive he is. Sansa shouldn’t even be thinking that he’s hot because he’s her flatmate, and over the past few months, Jon’s become something like a best friend to her. They spend most weekends together lying on the sofa watching Netflix and drinking wine. He’ll occasionally drop by the preschool she works at if it’s his day off to bring her lunch. And if he’s working late, Sansa will wait up for him just to make sure he’s home in one piece and there’s someone there for him to talk to if it’s a particularly gruesome fire. She doesn’t want to ruin that by something as stupid as attraction.

“She told Theon that he spends an unreasonable amount of time with us,” Jon says lowly, the timbre of his voice sending shivers up her spine. “She actually told him that he shouldn’t have flatmates at his age and gave him an ultimatum to either move in with her or break up.”

“He chose us?” Sansa’s voice wavers and she forgets all about Jon and his stupidly attractive face and body because she’s suddenly overcome with such affection for Theon. Yeah, he’s a bit perverse and has no brain-to-mouth filter, but he chose them.

“Of course he chose us,” Jon says, looking at her incredulously. “Theon may be a prick most of the time but he’s loyal.”

“He just gives off the impression that he’d drop us for the next best thing,” she admits with shame colouring her tone.

To Jon’s credit, he chuckles and touches her shoulder gingerly. “I’m not saying he’s not an opportunistic twat or that he won’t screw us over one day but never intentionally.”

That sounds more like the Theon she knows, but even so, Sansa can’t find it in herself to really hate him for being that kind of person. It’s just who he is. With a father like Balon Greyjoy, it kind of makes sense for him to be the way he is, but Jon’s right. He is good. Given the chance, he would do the right thing – which is exactly the moment Sansa spots his ex-girlfriend and anger curls deep in her chest.

“Wait here,” she tells Jon and starts forward without waiting for a response. As Sansa gets closer and closer to Naiyla Rochelle, she starts to realise she doesn’t exactly have a plan. She wants to punch her but that probably isn’t going to help Theon any. She could tell her if she ever contacts Theon again, Sansa will have her killed and hide her body in the river or something, but that seems very extreme and hyperbolic.

“Naiyla,” she greets with a wide obviously fake smile. “It’s good to see you again.”

The brunette startles at seeing Sansa but plasters on an equally fake smile. “Sansa, hi. How are you?”

“Pretty great.” She’s at least a good foot taller than Naiyla so she uses her height to her advantage, straightening her limbs to appear more intimidating. “I’m so sorry to hear about you and Theon. It’s such a shame. But I guess it worked in my favour, you know?” She smiles bashfully. “I’ve always had the biggest crush on Theon.”

“Really, you?” Naiyla looks sceptical.

“Are you kidding?” Sansa says with wide eyes. “He’s a bit rough around the edges, I admit, but when he cares about someone, he’s loyal till the very end. He’ll wade through trash just to get back to the people he loves.” She glances behind her and waves in Theon’s general direction. “Oh, I have to run now. So nice to see you again. Have a good night, Naiyla.”

When she saunters back to Jon, he has one brow arched and a bemused smile on his face. “What did you say to her? She looks ready to kill you.”

Sansa smirks. “Nothing. I was the perfect lady.”

“Yeah,” Jon smiles, fond. “I bet you were.”

+++

Sansa goes away to a teacher convention for four days. It’s the longest she’s been apart from the boys in seven months and she really misses them.

She misses the lazy afternoons with her brother sitting on the roof of their building. She misses Theon yelling and shouting at the football match as he simultaneously tries to explain to her what’s going on. She misses Jon and his hugs and how he always smells like smoke and something distinctly him. She misses the way he catches her eye across the breakfast table and gives her a small barely-there smile. God, it’s pathetic but she even misses the way he would argue with her about the best way to handle problems in the flat.

When Sansa finally returns, it’s to an empty flat and she can’t help the kernel of disappointment from ricocheting around in her stomach. She wasn’t expecting a welcome back party but she did expect something. Dropping her suitcase in her room, Sansa immediately goes to take a shower because three hours on a bus has made her feel gross and sticky. But once she’s done, there’s still no one around. In fact, by the time Sansa finishes her dinner, she’s beginning to get a little worried about where everyone is. It’s a Sunday so they should all be home. None of them ever do anything on a Sunday.

To Flat Fam

Sansa: Where are you guys?

Barely a minute goes by before she gets a response.

Robb: Ur home!? I thought u were getting back on the 10th!

Sansa winces at her brother’s text speak. She hates text speak.

Sansa: It is the 10th!

Robb: Oh shit. Sorry Sans. Theon n I are in Manchester for the footy. We’re getting the late train back. Won’t be in till midnight.

Sansa: Okay. Where’s Jon?

Robb: Wait is he not in his room?

Sansa: No.

Abruptly, her phone starts buzzing and it’s Robb ringing her.

“Uh hello?”

“Okay, so don’t yell at us but we didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to worry you,” Robb greets without preamble.

“What are you on about?”

Her brother sighs heavily on the other end of the line. It’s a bit of a strain to hear him over the roaring crowd in the background. “So Jon, our resident idiot, got himself hurt during a house fire. He had a concussion, a couple of fractured ribs and he lost a lot of blood. He’s okay now but he’s supposed to be on house rest.”

Sansa’s heart slows to a worrying pace. The very thought that she could’ve lost Jon and no one even thought to tell her is making her body shut down, like it just doesn’t know how to react.

“He’s at the station,” Sansa says mechanically, working on autopilot now. “I have to go.”

“Sansa, don’t –”

But she’s already hung up and grabbed someone’s jumper from the back of a chair. Coincidentally, it’s Jon’s. His scent overwhelms her and she’s stuck between being furious with him and just wanting to bury her face in his chest so she can breathe him in and be sure he’s really there.

It takes her nearly twenty minutes to reach the station. The entire time people have been giving her a wide berth as she stomps through town in Jon’s way too large jumper, her pyjama bottoms and the three-inch heeled boots she left lying by the front door. It’s probably not going to get her on any street style list but she’s glad for the space it’s providing her.

When she enters the station, her eyes immediately zero in on one of Jon’s coworker. She’s met all of them several times now at house parties and pub nights, so she doesn’t hesitate to grab him by the shirt.

“Where’s Jon?” Sansa demands. He shrinks from her glare. “Edd, I’m not kidding around. Where is he?”

“Uh… upstairs. In the… um, office.”

Unclenching her fist from around Edd’s shirt, Sansa continues to stomp her way upstairs until she sees the office and barges in. Jon jumps from his seat with a hand over his heart as he stares up at her.

“Not one text!” Sansa shouts at him. “I didn’t get one text from you this entire weekend. You know, at first, I thought to myself, ‘oh he’s probably busy,’ so I didn’t overthink it, but I just found out from Robb that you were in an accident?” He opens his mouth to reply but she cuts him off. “What if it was more serious? What if you had died? And the last thing we ever said to each other was just… I don’t know. I don’t even remember, Jon! I can’t even –” Her voice breaks and she realises belatedly she’s crying. “I can’t remember!”

Jon’s up and out of his chair in seconds, cupping her face in between his hands. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Sansa,” he murmurs between kisses to every inch of her cheeks. “But I’m here. I’m here and I’m alive and I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can’t promise that,” Sansa points out, glaring at him even though she’s still crying. “No one can promise that.”

“Okay, how about I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life however short or long it is talking to you every day?” Jon suggests with a faint smile.

She shakes her head. “That’s silly. You don’t have to talk to me every day.”

“But I want to,” he says seriously. “I want to talk to you all of the time. When I don’t, it’s like – nothing feels right, like I’m missing something.” He leans forward slowly to give her ample time to move away and kisses her. It’s barely there, just the soft press of lips, before he’s pulling back. “I’m so bloody in love with you, Sansa.”

Instead of responding, Sansa grabs the collar of his shirt and drags him back to her so she can show him just how much she loves him too, how no one’s opinion has ever meant more to her than his, how he can fix any bad day just by wrapping his arms around her and letting her cling onto him.

When they’re lying in her bed later that night, Sansa rolls over, her cheek pressed into his bare chest and whispers, “I love you too, Jon.”

+++

“You two are real cute and all but I do not want to walk into my own home and be greeted by the sight of my best friend and my baby sister having sex.”

Sansa untucks herself from Jon’s side so she can turn and roll her eyes at her brother. “We’re literally cuddling on the sofa fully clothed.”

“Yeah, well, this is a PDA-free zone,” Robb huffs as he disappears into the kitchen with the groceries, while Theon walks up to the back of the sofa with an awkward smile on his face.

“Uh Sans… Can I talk to you for a second?”

She nods and then turns to Jon to see if he knows what’s going on but her boyfriend just shrugs. Sansa follows Theon out of the living room to the corridor. He looks even more uncomfortable now than he did before, which is really bizarre. She’s never seen him this awkward in her life.

“I ran into Naiyla today,” Theon says. “Apparently, she thinks we’re together?”

Sansa barks out a laugh. “Oh my god, I forgot all about that!”

“What? What do you mean?”

“Remember when we took you out after she broke up with you?” she asks, to which he nods. “I saw her there too and I might’ve told her I had a huge crush on you and insinuated she was a pile of trash.” Sansa shrugs, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry…”

“Sorry?” Theon repeats and laughs loudly, drawing her into a hug. “Oh no, don’t ever fucking apologise for calling her trash! I mean that’s awesome. Thanks, Sans! I didn’t even know you liked me that much.” And in typical Theon fashion, he winks at her.

“Don’t push it,” Sansa says, heaving a sigh. “I like you a small amount but I hate Naiyla more for what she did to you.”

Theon sniggers. “Yeah, she’s a fucking bitch. Tried to get back together and everything.”

“No, really!”

“Yeah, apparently she ‘missed me so much’,” Theon mocks and rolls his eyes. “Never again.”

“I’m glad you’re over her,” she says emphatically, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Honestly, you can do way better.”

“It has been like, nearly a year since we broke up, Sans,” Theon says. “I’m ready to move on and whatever.”

“Good! That’s really good. It took me awhile too after Harry but…” She glances back towards the living room to the sounds of Jon’s laughter. “It was worth it to go through all of that shit to get to him.”

A rare genuine smile appears on Theon’s face and she almost wants to comment on it but his next words are even more surprising that she doesn’t get a chance.

“I’ve never seen either of you look so happy… but it’s not just that. It’s like you’re both finally at peace or something. I don’t know.” He shrugs a little bashfully, like he doesn’t want anyone to know he can actually have meaningful thoughts. “It’s nice to see, that’s all.”

“Aww, Theon, you do have feelings!”

“Oh fuck off, Sansa.”

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