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fanimesenseiwrites · 4 years

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What All the Boys and MC would do for Valentine's Day:

Lucifer:

He's a private man, his pride is on the line okay???

He'll take you out for a nice dinner, but other than that he won't make any huge public displays of affection

But as soon as you get back to the privacy of his bedroom.........

It's like Valentines Day threw up in his room... but in a classy way

There's red roses and rose petals everywhere, candles and fireplace are lit, champagne chilling, chocolates out

Holy shit, color you impressed

Lucifer will put on some music and slow dance with you, it's really romantic

Of course, he’ll want to do... other things with you too ;)

Mammon:

You know this boy forgot until like the day before...

He went out that night to buy you some stuff and sneaks it into your room while you're sleeping

So you wake up the next morning surrounded by flowers and candy and balloons and you're pretty sure that that Teddy bear in the corner is bigger than three of you combined...

(That boy really doesn't know anything about being subtle)

You feel a little bad because you only got him some chocolates and made him a card

But you put so much work in this card and you wrote down all your feelings for him and...

NO! He's not crying! There's just something in his eye of course

He'll want you all to himself for the rest of the day. He doesn't care what you do, just let him be greedy with you

Leviathan:

Levi celebrate valentine's day? That's such a normie thing, he'd never do that...

But then you presented him with a hand-drawn card of Ruri-Chan telling him how wonderful he is and homemade treats that look exactly like the ones from My Science Lab Partner Thinks I'm An Idiot Because I Like To Bake, But Then I Showed Him That Baking Is Science And Now I Think He's In Love With Me???

Levi loves them so much and he can tell how much effort you put into them, what kind of a True Friend would he be if he didn't at least reciprocate?

So he immediately researches what he can do for you that's Valentine's Day appropriate

He decides to take you to the aquarium.

He's a little nervous about it until you get there and he sees how excited you are

You just wanna hold his hand and look at the fish and of course Levi is a blushing mess

He'll be an even bigger mess when you kiss him but once he gets over the initial shock, he's happy to kiss you too

Satan:

He's not really into Valentine's Day like that, but he is romantic and he loves you so...

If you make plans, he's happy to just do that with you but if you don't...

He'll make up a nice lunch for you two and take you for a picnic in a nice, secluded area

He's a fairly private man too, he gets it from his brother

He'll recite poetry to you while you eat and it's probably the most romantic thing you've ever experienced

When you're both done eating, he presents you with a small book of poetry that he wrote himself

A quick flip through the book and it's really apparent that all the poetry is about you

You were wrong earlier, THIS is the most romantic thing you've experienced

You practically attack Satan with a kiss and he's more than happy to kiss back

Things get heated quickly and, well... there's a reason Satan chose such a secluded spot for your picnic 😏

Asmodeus:

This boy is so fucking stoked for Valentine's Day.

He's always enjoyed it because he always gets so much attention from his adoring fans, but this is year is special because he gets to spend it with you

He bought you two coordinating outfits to wear for the day, you're going to be the cutest, hottest couple out there

He's going to take you to brunch, and shopping, and to get manicures, to get dinner. He just wants to show you how much he loves you and show the rest of the Devildom how much he loves you too

When you get back to the House of Lamentation, he'll whisk you away to his room which is where you'll spend the rest of the night

Beelzebub:

Of course he knows it's Valentine's Day, his favourite treat shops have been putting out special Valentine's treats for about a week now and he's been buying them up in preparation for today

He'll start with breakfast in bed, a full spread just for you

Then he'll present you with all the treats he bought for you. Unsurprisingly, it's way more than you could ever eat so you're happy to share with him of course

He'll prepare a nice lunch for you two eat in the garden, but otherwise you'll spend the rest of the day snuggled together, watching romcoms, and eating Valentine's treats

If you're in the mood, Beel will be nibbling on more than chocolate... 😏

Belphegor:

He's not really into Valentine's Day either, too much effort

But you want to celebrate and if he doesn't then you'll get all sad and pouty then one of his brothers will swoop in and celebrate with you and he can't have that

So he'll take you to the botanical gardens. They're pretty and romantic and fairly chill.

You enjoy it but you'll want to do something else afterwards, but Belphie will want to take a nap of course

You split the difference and go home to snuggle and watch a movie

Belphie is the big spoon so that he can whisper sweet things in your ear until he falls asleep

Diavolo:

This man goes ALL OUT. Subtlety? He doesn't know the meaning of the word.

What do you expect from the crown prince though? He can get anything he wants, and what he wants is to get you anything you want

He'll buy you everything: flowers, chocolates, balloons, stuffed animals, clothes, lingerie...

He'll rent out the entirety of Ristorante Six for just the two of you (he didn't wanna make Barbatos cook that night)

After he wines and dines you, he'll take you back to the palace where he has some of the royal musicians play for you so you two can dance until your feet hurt

Then he'll take you upstairs for a nice hot bath... with him if you want 😉

Barbatos:

Diavolo told him that he'd give him the day off to spend with you, but then he suddenly really needed him to go run a errand for him

Of course Barbatos would not refuse him

Diavolo insists that you go with Barbatos actually, so you can learn something or something...

You're not stoked about running errands, but you're happy to go and be with Barbatos

Diavolo just gives you an address and says you'll know what to do when you get there

You two arrive at the address and it's a hotel...?

You're both confused so you go in and Barbatos speaks to the front desk clerk

They're expecting you and they give you a room key

You try to argue but Barbatos just takes the key and takes you to the room. When you walk in there's music playing and there's flowers and chocolates and champagne, and a note that reads "Happy Valentine's Day! Enjoy your time alone"

Barbatos chuckles and shakes his head before kissing you

Y'all definitely take advantage of the hotel room

Solomon:

He will pretend to not know what today is just to fuck with you

Once he's had his fill of you being frustrated, he'll reveal his actually really amazing plans

He takes you around the world, like actually. He'll take you back to the human world just to take you to all the romantic spots of the world

Top of the Eiffel Tower, Niagara Falls, Trevi Fountain, the Grand Canyon, you name it, he takes you there.

Thankfully, he's tired after all of that so he takes you out to dinner instead of trying to cook

He tries to kiss you when he takes you back to the House of Lamentation, but the brothers pull you inside before he can and demand to know everything you did together

Solomon will text you later, suggesting you two just stay in the human realm next time

Simeon:

He writes you a story about the two of you

But he gives it to you in pieces and as part of a scavenger hunt

He has Levi give you the first envelope in the morning and in each bit of story is a hint to where the next bit of story is

With some of the envelopes is a single rose, and you'll eventually have a full bouquet

The envelopes eventually lead you to Purgatory Hall where Simeon is waiting for you with a dinner he prepared himself just for you two

You greet him with a kiss, this is definitely the most fun you've ever had on Valentine's Day

Luke:

Much to many of the brother's dismay, Luke asks to spend Valentine's Day with you first

He wants to spend the day making chocolate candies and new cake recipes and he wants you to help him

And really, who would complain about getting to try Luke's sweets?

You two have a nice time together making sweets and dancing in the kitchen

(Simeon is invited too of course)

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Request for SFW and nsfw modern au Sylvain and Hilda with a (gn or female) s/o? Ty!

((I also got another ask for Sylvain and Ashe, so I'll just add Ashe here and knock them all out at once lol))

Sylvain, Hilda, Ashe x GN Reader

modern AU headcanons

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Sylvain:

- Sylvain loves all of the wonderful little trappings of being your boyfriend. He was the campus fuckboy for so long, and he knows that his reputation precedes him- so having earned enough of your trust that you'd give him the chance to prove himself means everything to him. As such, he's very dedicated to sweet little gestures each and every day to reaffirm that he's yours. I've mentioned before, but he's likely to send you a "good morning <3" text each morning and send you cute animal pics when you're sad.

- He adores sharing clothes with you- even if your body type doesn't allow you to wear a shirt of his, he'll lend you a scarf, sunglasses, any kind of accessory. Sylvain just loves the visual symbol of your connection, the idea that you could share absolutely everything. And again, it's very "couple-y," which he loves, since he hasn't really done the whole "serious relationship" thing very much before you.

- As I've mentioned in prior modern hcs for him though- it's definitely not uncommon to run into an ex of his while out and about. They'll either be satisfied with throwing dirty glances his way, or they may be amicable enough to say hello and chat a bit. Even then, you're likely to get a laugh and an eye roll and a side comment that, "Oh yeah, you better keep this guy on a short leash or you never know what he'll get up to." Sylvain definitely feels pretty sheepish after these encounters, apologizing that you have to deal with all of this, but acknowledging that it's his own fault. These kinds of incidents are likely why he doesn't like to talk about his past flings or relationships with you unless you really press him.

Hilda:

- Hilda is just so much fun to be with. She always knows how to help you relax- perhaps even a little too much at times. She knows the best spots to lay out a blanket for a nap or a snack on campus, and all kinds of great local places to shop. If you're the type to enjoy some, er, plant life, if you catch my meaning, she's always got a great movie or album to enjoy during a smoke sesh. That said, she's also super-low pressure about what you choose to partake in with her. She figures that relationships are supposed to be fun, so there's no point in sweating the small stuff.

- She loves to take you shopping and dress you up. Hilda has a savvy sense of style that blends classic pieces with modern trends (and she's scary good at knowing which trends will pass and which will stick around longer), so she'll take any chance she can get to pick out a cute ensemble for you.

- It can be hard to nail down her more serious feelings and perspectives on things, including your relationship. In a strange way, being with her is so relaxing and enjoyable that it sometimes feels like she's just goofing off and isn't genuinely committed to you. If you bring this up to her, she's surprisingly level headed about quietly sitting and listening. Then, she leans close to you and rubs her nose against yours and says, "Of course I love you, silly! I wouldn't bother being with you if I didn't."

Ashe:

- Your friends and family absolutely love Ashe when they get to meet him, and they probably started rooting for you two to get together long before he actually got up the courage to ask you out. You'll be study buddies and probably in a couple extra-curriculars for a looong while before the mutual attraction becomes too conspicuous and frankly too awkward to ignore. Once you start dating though, he's super sweet and attentive, always checking in with you after a big test or when you've been out late to make sure you're alright.

- When he messages you, he takes his time considering how he wants to word things, and he's more the type to send you one solid paragraph, rather than several shorter messages. He also likes to send you photos throughout his day when he passes a beautiful or interesting flower, or meets a dog out on a walk or some such thing. Sometimes, if you've been too busy to see each other or one of you is traveling, he'll shyly ask for you to send him a selfie, and when he sees you, he just sits in his bed staring at you with a huge smile on his face, his heart absolutely fluttering with how lucky he feels to have you in his life.

- He'll lend you books with the margins just full of notes, with passages that he thought were interesting highlighted, and little doodled hearts around sections that made him think of you. He could spend hours trading ideas and headcanons with you about your mutual favorites, and he even enjoys when your ideas are different or even contrary to his. He finds having someone to bounce ideas off of like this just helps him appreciate the depth and nuance of a story that much more.

NSFW 18+ v

Sylvain:

- He's always got a condom and/or lube on hand, more or less ready to go at any moment. He's very obvious about how completely into you he is, casually grabbing a hand full of your ass around your dorm/apartment, blatantly eyeing you up and down when you wear something new around him, and so on. He's also not shy with others about your shared intimacy- if you don't tell him not to, he'll brag openly to his friends about how insanely hot you are, how amazing the sex is, in whatever amount of detail they can tolerate.

- Sylvain loves when you come up with something you'd like to try in bed, whether it's a toy of some kind, a kink, an outfit. In fact, skimpy outfits drive him near feral with lust- especially if it was your idea. The mere thought that you went out of your way to find and purchase a sexy little maid costume or something similar to wear just for him is incredibly hot to him, and he can't wait to show his appreciation for the gesture.

Hilda:

- Hilda very much enjoys mid-day sex followed by a nap, or slow, relaxing and intimate sex right before bed for the night. Basically, she likes to be able to curl up with you and drift off once you've both been thoroughly satisfied. She's also very comfortable lounging around in just one of your shirts and panties, even if you have roommates around. It's mostly a matter of feeling cozy and relaxed with you, but she also certainly doesn't mind that it gives you the chance to ogle her body as well.

- She absolutely knows how to dress to compliment her beautiful figure- bras with just enough extra support to make her breasts look wonderfully full and plump, shoes with just enough of a heel to lengthen the line of her legs and her give her hips that pleasant sway as she walks. If Hilda is aiming to get your attention, she will get it. She always appreciates when you notice a new look or piece of clothing she's trying out, but she likes it even more when you can't keep your eyes or hands off of her as a result. Partially-clothed sex is always a popular choice with Hilda, as it shows that she's successfully provoked you into wanting to spoil and pleasure her immediately.

Ashe:

- He definitely wants your first time together to be special. He's just so overwhelmed by how strongly he feels about you, how his heart pounds at your touch, how kissing you feels like flying. It may seem like an old fashioned impulse, but he'll want to wait a little while into the relationship before "going all the way," and when he does initiate sex, it's likely to be at the end of a long and lovely date night. A play, a pleasant walk through a tucked away little garden nearby, and a high-quality but not obnoxiously extravagant dinner, then he takes you back to his room and kisses you slow and deep, then says, "I'd... I'd like to be with you tonight- for real- if, uh, that's okay with you..."

- Ashe is the kind of guy who really savors a range of different sensations. He won't hesitate to go down on you before seeking out his own gratification- hell, the feeling of your nails through his hair as you arch up from his bed is satisfying enough for him for the time being. He checks in with you frequently the first few times you're together, always assuring you that he's here for you, that he adores you, that he only wants to make you happy.

- He's pretty demure about discussing his sex life, blushing madly if his more outgoing friends prod him for details (has he finally "sealed the deal" with you?? How'd he land such a cutie??). He's not likely to sext or ever ask for lewd pictures, but if you send him one that's even slightly suggestive, he'll blush madly and reply with what's practically a rant about how gorgeous you are.

#sylvain jose gautier #hilda valentine goneril #ashe ubert #fe3h #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem headcanons #spicy headcanons #fire emblem imagines #sylvain x reader #hilda x reader #ashe x reader #fire emblem x reader #modern au

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who-ever-said-i-was-nice · 4 years

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Heya, could I ask for the ikevamp boys finding mc passed out at the table surrounded by work? Uni's been killing me lately. If all of them is too much then just Leonardo, Jean, Comte, Theo and Mozart? Thanks x

I cried five times while making this.

Dear Anon! Thanks sooo mush for the request. 😘I’m sorry for taking this looooong I also have a shit ton of work but HERE IT IS. I hope things get better for you and good luck!😘❤️❤️ I added a different type of uni to each of the guys just to make it interesting. @nad-zeta your daily dose of Theo. XD. Love you. Hope you enjoy! Ok here we go!

Ikevamp boys x an overworked mc

Leonardo

he just woke up from one of his naps and he decided he’s going to have a snack most probably mc

as he’s walking towards kitchen he spots you sleeping on one of the tables in the library surrounded by a huge pile of books, pens and papers

now he knew that you refused to give up on the uni you where going to when you came here but he’s still a bit surprised

he walks up to you and takes a peek at what you are studying

architecture

more specifically some designs he came up with

*eyes emoji*

after the initial shock of finding out you where studying his work he smiles and picks you up and caries you to your bed

from that moment on he will always help you with whatever you are studying and always makes sure you take breaks

Comte

he was walking around socializing with the residents when he stumbled upon you snoozing on the dining table buried in a mountain of book

ha was aware of your studies and offered to let you off work completely

but you insisted on dedicating 4 days a week on housework

however this meant you had to study like crazy

when he saw you there he already knew what’s wrong

he panicked internally but calmly walked to your side

he didn’t insist one knowing what exactly you where studying but this was so convenient he just had to take a look

finance studies

well damn

finds it very amazing that you manege to work and study that at the same time

sighs and carefully picks you up and takes you to bed

after that he makes sure you get enough rest in between study sessions

he will spoil you a bit more and offer to help with your studies

Jean

ok so we know poor baby can’t read

he doesn’t get why you are so passionate about your university

what did you call your studies? Linguistics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

he has no idea what you are talking about but he loves you and loves that you have a passion

when he sees you passed out in your room in a very uncomfortable position surrounded by books...

...panic

oh wait no panic you probably just fell asleep ‘cause you where tiered

wait tiered?

panic

he will pick you up and take you to your room, makes sure you are tucked it

from that moment on he will make sure you get enough rest

Isaac

precious little bean

on one hand he understands why you are so passionate about your studies on the other he is worried

one time you where working late into the night and he asked you to stop and you brought up the argument that he does the same

so he decided not to stop you

however when he finds you passed out in the gazebo...

nope.

he is panicked and scared and angry at himself for not realizing sooner

he hurries to your side when one of your books catches his eye

you are studying quantum physics?

say what?

ok he now has a whole lot of respect for you

he will gently shake you awake

“ Mmmhmm...I did my essay” “Y/N it’s me, wake up”

you immediately wake up

“ Don’t ever do that again. You scared me.”

Now you guys study together so cute

Napoleon

UMMMMMM boy

if he saw you just hanging off a table passed out he will have a heart attack

then he will realize that you are just sleeping and you are not dead so he will calm down a bit

he can’t resist the urge to take a look at what you are studying either

politics

interesting.

so you want a politics degree

what you will do with it he has no idea. After all you are in a different time period, but he thinks it’s good to have a goal

what he doesn’t think is good is over working your self

“nunuche wake up” “noooooooooo I won’t wake up unless you do what I do to wake you up”

so he will kiss you and you agree to wake up how adorable i think i’m going to cry over my own work damn I’m weird

If he ever see you looking even a little tiered he will steal you away and you will cuddle

Arthotthur

Heart attack nr.2

oh no wait my bird is just sleeping

he’s not happy

ok let me rephrase that

he’s happy that you are happy but he’s not ok with the fact that you have overworked yourself and on top of that he’s beating himself up for not noticing earlier

he’s debating whether you’d be more pissed if he carried you to your room* or if he woke you up when something catches his attentive eye

you where studying to get a bachelor's degree in English whaaaaaat!

will go through your notes and

when he finds out you want to become a writer.....

Omg fanboy mode: activate

“ I didn’t know I had such an effect on you Luv”

you: say wut? Arthur I became writer because I wanted to

Now you two run around n the corridors smiling like dorks and narrating random events when your free and he writes next to you when you study ( to keep and eye on you. He loves you so much)

* if that doesn’t apply to you I’m sorry. I try to write from another persons prospective, but a lot of my writing is based of my reactions to a situation or my personality. In this case I’d be pissed if he left my stuff there or went into my room ( it’s my sanctuary ok my disaster). And waking me up oh no bitch run. But on a serious note don’t be mad if it doesn’t fit your description, and if it didn’t and you want me to change something feel free to let me know. Ok next victim:

Theo

to say he’s pissed is an understatement

he’s pissed at you for taking it to far but he’s pissed at himself a lot little more for not noticing sooner

like his bff he’ll also be contemplating taking you to bed rather then yelling you awake like witch one will end up in a bigger slap

then he notices what you are studying

art

when you are done with this you are literally going to get an art degree

Theo ex. has stopped working

he is getting emotional on the inside

will gently take you to bed and tuck you in

he’ll pat your head “ Creative Hondjie”. He has such a gentle smile on his face god I can picture it I’m crying

from then on when you have a project he will help criticize you and he will help you progress with your art

will be keeping an eye on you 25/7 yes 25 this guy will create a time loop if it meant that you had more time to do the things you love (ahem Theo) xd no

all in all he will be just a little softer with you, but only you. And will also deny it if somebody points it out

Vincent

Let’s all just sit down, take a moment and appreciate Vincent

He will see you passed out and he will PANIC

he will rush up to you and make sure you are ok

also waking you up in the process

he will ask what you are studying

“sooo you want to become a chef”

Pffffffff we all know poor baby is parallel with cooking

like he will burn water

is super supportive tho gee who would have thought

this boy is an angel and will help you cook

Jesus I hope Comte has fire insurance

you have a lot of fun with him and he will actually end up learning a few things form you.

will make sure you never overwork yourself again

Dazai

this dork almost stepped on you

you had passed out under you window , ‘cause you had been studying on the floor

and this guy came waltzing in through the window

“Toshiko-san? Toshikooooo shit”

*cricket sounds* yup

he will squat down next to you and poke your cheek

“ what are you doing on the floor?” you: “what are you doing in my room?”

OOOOH GOT ‘EM

you two of you will laugh about it and he will ask you what you are studying

you proudly shove your text book under his nose

“ well well Toshiko-san want’s to take care of small animals?”

you: Yes, like Isaac

he’s not really fazed by you falling asleep but will make sure you don’t overwork and if he sees you getting tired he will crack a few terrible jokes to lighten your mood and then he will proceed to steel you away

Mozart

ok now clean freak here is going to be worried

not panicked just worried

uhum Wolf you keep telling yourself that

you where studying in the music room while Wolf was playing

suddenly he heard a thump

he stopped and looked around only to find you passed out on the table

seems like the all-nighter combined with the music led you to fall asleep

he’s frozen for a hot second until he realizes you are just sleeping

he will slowly walk up to you and poke you with a broom ‘cause he doesn’t want to touch you

Jkjk

he will go up to you and gently attempt to shake you awake when he notices what your studying

you where studying music

“Marry me?”

he will wake you up and question you about it

from that moment on he actually helps you a little when you don’t get something and you study in the music room at all times because” it’s noisy outside”

we know you just care about her Mozart

Sebastian

he flicks your forehead

that’s it. Thant’s the canon

no I’m kidding he knows how much you study and is worried about you even before you pass out

and when you do that’s it

he scoops you up and takes you to your bed

he only flicks your forehead when you wake up

yeah you get an ear full from him

he asks what you are studying and tell him you want a degree in history

ok suddenly he’s not mad at you

from that moment on he always makes sure you are not over working

he actually shows you his notebook and you find it fascinating

now you both collectively stalk the residents

William

y’all aren’t ready for this

when he sees you passed out in the garden he’s ready to pull out a gun and kill anyone and everyone who dared harm you

then he realizes you’re actually sleeping and he calms down a bit ( he’ll keep the gun tho shhhhh don’t tell Comte)

he will gently pat your hair and just look at you

when you wake up he will ask you what you are studying

you are a complete blushing mess when you tell him you want to become an actress

he’s shooketh and also really happy at the same time

now he takes you with him to the theater and he gives you a role to play and he watches while you practice

he’s also super attentive and will never let you overwork yourself again

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! Stay safe everyone! 😘😘😘

#ikemen vampire #asks #cybird ikemen #ikemen vampire mozart #ikemen vampire theo #ikemen vampire leonardo #ikemen vampire theodorus #ikemen vampire vincent #ikemen vampire sebastian #ikemen vampire shakespeare #ikemen vampire jean #ikemen vampire napoleo #ikemen vampire dazai #ikemen vampire arthur #ikemen vampire comte

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twonderland · 4 years

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Hello!! Could I request some headcanons of the dorm leaders with a female crush who's like a Disney princess (really good singing voice, extremely compassionate to all, animals loves her, etc) please and thank you!!

Aww ! A cutie pie girl in NRC 💖💖✨

DORM LEADERS REQUEST

🦁 At the beginning he was a little bit stressed with you for different reasons, 1) he couldn’t relate nor understand your uninterested kindness, normally in Savanclaw the guys were such an assholes, that was the normal environment .... but then you came all cute and gentle , he doesn’t know how to manage you

🦁 The time passes and he gets your persona, you are the cutest little thing he has ever known. Of course (because of his initial insights of you) he doesn’t want to and refuse to accept that he may ... have a crush on you but well, love is love and this big cat is not escaping it

🦁 Anyone that knows him for some time like Ruggie would notice how his way of talking and even moving around you changes, he flirts shamelessly since he LOVES your cute face get all red like a tomato. Overall, he has a lot of fun teasing you and also listening to your beautiful voice he pretends to be asleep but nah he’s not 💖💖💖 also , pet him, pet this boy for god’s sake, he adores your smooth hands on his ears 🙌🏻✨ (maybe this is part of this “princess charm” that you have that keeps his tail moving and making him purr like a kitten on your lap)

♥️ Takes your kindness pretty well ... on the surface. He has been taught how to talk to a lady but actually never put that knowledge on practice, you may catch his hands on his back whenever you talk to him he’s trying to stay calm playing with his fingers

♥️ One time you fell asleep on one of the gardens, resting your face on the surface of a table with some tea cups in front of you. You were exhausted after helping Cater with some stuff, and decided to take a break ... you fell asleep. - what is she doing ? Its not allowed to sleep in common areas- he thought but before he could awake you one butterfly rested on your head, making the sight something beautiful and magical

♥️ “...J-just this time” he couldn’t afford to ruin this moment, some time later he approached Trey to ask him “do you know anyone who’s magic allows them to take photos ? Like cater ?” Trey is like dude just use a phone 😂 leave him alone, he’s like a grandpa sometimes and only wants to admire your cute face whenever he wants

♥️ The first time that he asked you for a date it was a sight to behold (he said that it was a practice for the next unbirthday´s party but you know what’s happening) you are so gentle and comprehensive that he gets to a point where he relaxes and enjoys your conversation a lot, you relax him and blushes at the thought of holding your hand... maybe a red rose could be a good start for you to acknowledge his feelings for you...

🐙 It captures his interest the fact that in your first visit to the Atlantica a lot of fish and other sea creatures appeared to liked you, following you everywhere you went and also making some cute tricks to make you giggle. -maybe she had some kind of special magic that allows her to captivate animal’s attention- he thought, but then again you are a human... no magic, so what could it be ?

🐙 In octavinelle all the students have this clever yet malicious personality that allows them to trick other people, getting what they want making their “clients” fall in traps, so when Azul sees your sweet personality he tries to read your way of “tricking people” only to discover that that was the real you with not second intentions

🐙You are the only person that he truly opens up besides the eel brothers, he sincerely wants to become a stronger person and thinks that with your help and positive aura he can achieve that, also expect him to show you his most clingy and cry baby side 😂💖

🐙ADORES YOUR VOICE pls sing more for this octoboy 😂 he also likes to make covers with you and make duets, one day you made such a beautiful duet that even Vil praised you. The way that he develops feelings for you is through time, he knowing that you are indeed a beautiful person inside and out and he relying on you, but also teaching you lots of things ! Azul is a really clever person after all

👑Intrigued to say the least, if you are a pomefiore student then Vil would find out your abilities like singing, baking (maybe ? 😂) and having an aesthetic sense really quick, but if not, he would see this features once he starts to ask for your help in different tasks

👑 Your beauty is a fact, no doubts there. Not only in the exterior, but also you have this “I don’t know what” thing that makes the pomefiore students go behind you not just to appreciate your beauty but because your personality is so refreshing !

👑 Not gonna lie, he may feel a liiiitle bit of jealousy for some time, but after seeing that you don’t have any interest in taking “his throne” Vil calms down and becomes something like a mentor. He wants to exalt your beauty at the maximum level, you accept everything he does to your face and clothes since you only wish to make him happy but in the process ... he falls in love 💖

👑 Imagine him talking about your interests, points of view, memories etc etc. while he does your make up, your hair and outfit. He gets to know you and also to admire the beauty of a beautiful soul

☀️ PARTNERS IN CRIME you two are inseparable, the positive energy that you emanate is like the sun, it almost made blind a lot of scarabia students including Jamil

☀️ Laughs, smiles, singing, dancing. Do you remember that Kalim also LOVES animals ? He likes to take you to see his tigers, exotic birds and taking rides on the camels and the magic carpet. Jamil has scolded Kalim too many times since he comes back to scarabia too late after taking night rides with you “hehe, I’m sorry Jamil, is only that the time flows like air whenever I´m with (y/n)!!! “ while Jamil perks one eyebrow, realizing his master’s feeling even before himself.

☀️ You are the typical couple that everyone thinks that is in a romantic relationship but in your minds you are friends, this little questions like “I thought you were dating” or “you two look cute together” made him starting to think about you in a different way. Kalim the sunshine he is, doesn’t want to bother you so he keeps it to himself.... for some minutes 😂. The doubt is there and he NEEDS to tell you, he’s scared, nervous, doubtful BUT he needs to know how you feel as well.

☀️ Tríes to take your relationship to another level, now, every time he takes you to the aviary he has flowers for you, he invites you to dinner but the atmosphere is more ... romantic. Those kind of hints also make you start to see him on a different light and with time ... the love surges 💖💖

💀 His crush is almost instantaneous 😂 the first time you saw him it was because Crewel asked you to bring some papers to Ignihyde so the dorm leader could give them a look. After some time you manage to get to Idia’s room, where you knock the door not 2 or 3 but 5 times before coming in, you couldn’t return to your dorm with those papers on hand

💀 The light was off and shyly you said “i-is someone here ? Idia-San ? ... I’m turning the lights on...” the next thing you saw was an otaku’s scared face at the other side of the bedroom enrolled with blankets and a plushie

💀 he thinks you are ethereal and just... perfect. You are kind, gentle, doesn’t judge him, actually appreciates and likes to talk to him and beautiful. At first is intimidated by you for being a girl. Pls take your time with this guy, he will open up once he detects no danger around you You being the kind person, and Idia the being unable to survive without someone telling him that he actually has to eat three times a day and getting at least 6 hours of sleep, you take good care of him (ORTHO ADORES YOU). Idia’s not a baby and actually takes care of himself after seeing your concern. He´s so grateful for you being at his side in good and bad times.

💀 Invites you to play video games with him, watch anime, talk about everything and anything. When Idia gets comfortable his voice is way more smooth and fluent, he’s that kind of people who you can totally rely on and will ALWAYS be there for you. He blushes easily around you, fantasies with the day when he can tell you about his feelings and with ZEUS BLESSING get your “yes”

🐉 Dragon boy didn’t know what was like having a crush, so it took some time for him to actually understand what was this weird feelings he had towards you, just let me remark that Malleus haven’t had any friends in his life, let alone a partner, so your relashionship develops slowly but is one of the sweetest ones in the entire world 😊💖

🐉 The first thing you are gonna have is an unconditional friendship, you show him lots of things and he shows you his incredible magic, the way his world works, etc. he had a crush on you already but he’s just so lost 😂

🐉 “Lilia, I ... have had some weird thoughts about (y/n)” to what Lilia answered “Mm? Such as ..?” He doubted for a second, but Lilia being in fact his “dad” and the only and mostly decent source of help Malleus had, he continued

“....kissing her”

Silence

“Wait wha-“ “also embracing her, dancing with her, singing for her, having night walks with her, also taking care of Gaogao Draco-kun with her, sleeping with her, also-“

“ I think I understand Malleus 😅”

🐉 AGAIN lets take in mind that he’s from a different species which means different courtship rituals, so once he understands the “human way” to court you expect him to clumsily, awkwardly but in a intensely adorable way to recite some poems for you, I like to think that Malleus (having the age he has and living for so long) has a talent for writing poems, stories, etc. His face is stern but you can tell how nervous he is for his trembling voice, also acting way more like a “gentleman” for you, which is nearly impossible since he has always been a sweetheart to you ☺️💖

Thanks for your request

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currywaifu · 4 years

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𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: pink hyacinth 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: settsu banri/reader 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: sfw 𝐰𝐜: 2.5k words 𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨: alyssa ✨, natasha, kat

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: flower shop part-timer banri and friendly competition between him and the reader. might make part 2 if i feel like it. 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: this work is a part of the flower shop event, a series of unconnected flower shop AU one-shots

As the flower shop grew more popular, the more difficult it became for you and your boss to manage everything by yourselves. Even though it wasn’t the holiday season, the orders seemed to increase every week— plus, managing the till while making a last minute arrangement and simultaneously giving people flower recommendations? It was no easy feat, that was for sure.

“Let’s hire someone to work part time alongside you,” your boss finally decided one day as she flipped through the accounting ledger book, “it’s not always the both of us will be at the store at the same time. We need the extra help.”

You hummed in reply, not thinking much of it at the time as you continued taking inventory. As long as they weren’t overly cold to you, you couldn’t foresee any problems. Well, except for maybe one, little thing.

“My salary won’t be lowered, right?”

…

You were expecting the new hire to be the stereotypical soft, sweet, fluffy looking person of whom grandmas would be drawn to. Instead, he was a guy wearing a purple, leopard-cheetah-whatever animal print bucket hat with a luxury brand logo right smack in the centre.

Aha, it really put the statement in the term statement piece. It certainly gave him a lot of impact.

You wanted to do something in between laughing and crying, but your boss probably wouldn’t appreciate either one. With some restraint, you introduced yourself with a bright smile, handing him a work apron you hoped was his size.

“If you ever need any help, just let me know,” you offered, leading him to the staff room so he could store his belongings somewhere and take off that dumb hat. “It might take you a while to get used to some things, but I’m sure you’ll get a hang of it soon!”

“I’m a quick study, don’t worry.”

There was something about the way he phrased it that made you intrigued. He said it in a pretty nonchalant manner, even his expression remained relaxed, but the moment your eyes met his you found yourself growing excited. There was a certain glint there that you recognised pretty quickly, and you had a feeling he did, too.

“I think we’ll get along well, Banri-kun,” you said, grinning in anticipation of the next few weeks. It would be an undeniably nice break from the usual routine work brought upon you.

There’s a visible upwards stretch on his lips, too, and though he replied to you with a “who knows?” something in your gut told you the feeling was already reciprocated.

…

Settsu Banri wasn’t lying one bit when he told you he learned things fast. On his first day he took the time to observe you first, watching you go about the different tasks for the day— from how and for how long you watered each plant, to how you went about choosing flowers to add to a bouquet, to how you interacted with the customers and how you subtly managed to convince them that yes, they did need that new and slightly pricey fertiliser.

The way he was able to pick up on the way you did things pretty quickly was something to be envied. Although he still lacked a lot of the stock knowledge and experience you had, he easily made up for it with his skill in… literally everything else.

He wondered what your reaction would be— would you be pissed? That wasn’t really his intention but he was pretty self-aware that some people found that annoying. Though he wasn’t overly concerned of what people thought of him in the first place, it wouldn’t sit right with him either if his co-worker on one of his first jobs didn’t like him.

You stood behind him, your critical eye peering at the way he arranged his flowers. Pink ranunculus and hyacinth, as well as some other filler flowers, laid out atop the worktable. With his choice of an off white Kraft paper, the assortment of pink decorative sheets, and the silver lace ribbon, it was clear that he was a natural— or at least he had a good eye for colour scheme.

“All this fit the customer’s price range, yeah?” he asked. Truly, he already knew the answer. It was easy to estimate the amount of wrapping needed for a bouquet of that size, and the price labels per material made things even easier. He even skimmed the flower language guide printed out to make sure his flower choices were optimal.

In fact, the real question he meant to ask wasn’t even whether it fit the budget or not.

Despite his confidence, he turned his head around if only to gauge your facial expression. You stood still in your spot for a few seconds; then you quietly moved from your station behind his back to beside him, your arm brushing against his as you took a closer look. He didn’t tense up from the contact, but he’s not completely numb to the sudden closeness, either.

Though he was planning on it already, his awareness of you definitely grew as he watched your reactions from the corner of his eye.

A normal person would’ve taken one look and end up deciding then and there if it was nice or not, but as he watched the narrow of your eyes and the way the pads of your fingers felt the texture of papers he knew not a single detail was going amiss with you.

He could respect that. There was something pretty admirable about someone completely dedicated to their craft.

“Yeah,” you replied, “right down to the choice of going for a thicker ribbon instead of something thinner. It’ll turn out pretty,”

As he was about to soak up your praise and reply in stride, you ended up surprising him as you followed up with another comment.

“Though I think your flower choice could be… better,” you commented coolly.

With an eyebrow raised, he couldn’t find it in himself to be offended at all— just plain curious in what you have to say.

“The customer asked for a non-rose bouquet to tell someone they’ve fallen for them because they’re so charming, so ranunculus and hyacinths best fit the criteria,” he explained, curious of how you’d critique his decision.

“The ranunculus was a good choice, but lowkey makes the guy seem shallow?” you pointed out, a shrug soon following. “Also, I wouldn’t go for pink hyacinth— the bouquet ends up implying the guy’s just playing around with the girl. If you went with blue, it’d show that he’s sincere about his feelings.”

Banri let out a little exhale of breath, crossing his arms as he leaned against the table to look at you properly. “Sense, doubt whoever’s getting this is gonna go as hard analysing as you though.”

You rolled your eyes before mirroring his actions, “You never know with these things, but… maybe you’re just upset you didn’t make the perfect choice?”

He huffed, but a smirk rose to his face just as yours did. Were you challenging him? He can’t say he particularly hates it, not when he’s steadily growing more and more interested in you.

“And maybe you’re just paranoid I’ll catch up to your skill level quickly,” he teased, amused when you don’t back down from his provocation. He initially wasn’t serious about it, but if you were down— “I’m sure I can make you admit to my skills in a span of a week, maybe even tomorrow.”

“Oh I’m too nice for that, I’ll give you the rest of the week to make it easier on you,” you cooed playfully, before ultimately coming to a conclusion, “wanna bet?”

“With what?

Your eyes flitted away elsewhere, looking a little too pensive for such a trivial matter. “I mean, I’m broke, but just betting for the sake of pride is boring…” you trailed off, and Banri couldn’t help but helpfully supply his two cents.

“Don’t people in shows usually ask for a favour or some shit with these kinds of things?”

You stared at him blankly. “I… I get what you mean, but not gonna lie, using the word favour makes it sound wrong—“

“Oi oi,” Banri interrupted, “don’t make me out to be some kind of fuckboy.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you let out a laugh that was light, laced with a hum of amusement at the matter, “but like, we don’t have to decide on anything now? Let’s just go with the flow. I’m sure I’ll eventually think of the reward I’ll get~”

“That confident?”

You shrugged, “not really, just optimistic… so, you game?”

…

Honestly, neither of you even set any rules or guidelines for your little competition; it was just a matter of you having fun competing with Banri over numerous things.

Who could convince more people to purchase gardening products they may or may not actually need were hesitating on buying (6-9 in Banri’s favour).

Who could recommend the better flowers (8-4 in your favour).

Who could compute and double check accounting and inventory faster (5-6, you told yourself you’re making it even today).

Who could create the better bouquet arrangement (somehow, a tie. Even with his fashion sense, he was pretty good at coordinating colours and patterns. You did have to stop him from using two animal print papers in one go, though).

Occasionally your boss would walk in the two of you bantering and critiquing each other’s work. At first, you worried she’d tell off the both of you (or maybe just you, since you were technically Banri’s senior in terms of experience), but she deemed it as ‘productive noise’ and let the two of you continue, even chiming in with her own opinions from time to time.

With her encouragement, neither of you held back.

“Oh, you accidentally cut too much ribbon— what a waste,” and “you missed a row in your calculation. Let me show you,” were amongst the common statements you said to each other.

A work relationship that was neither vile nor overly friendly, teasing at very least and strangely productive at most. You were quite satisfied with this turn out, a good way to stave off the boredom work could bring, but life had other things in store for the two of you.

Beyond either of your expectations, your dynamic would soon enough evolve into something beyond little comments exchanged between one another and one-upping each other.

…

There were always hints that beneath both of your competitiveness, there was a lot of thoughtfulness as well. Helping each other out under the guise of “showing them how it’s done”, or “I can do it faster”. Neither of you ever expressed it out loud, but gratefulness didn’t have to be said to be known.

It became less about playfully competing and more about just enjoying each other’s company in your own way.

“Hahh… it’s finally over!” you exclaimed, plopping down on a chair as you began fanning yourself with the closest piece of paper you could pick up. Even in the air-conditioned room, you found yourself sweating, your body unused to the physical exertion normally not demanded of you during work. Even your co-worker seemed exhausted— if the grunting noise he made was to be taken as a telltale sign.

Banri strode over beside you, looking just as exasperated as you felt.

“What kind of dumbass—“

“—decides to buy a bunch of pots,” you continued, halting your fanning motions as your fingers began aching again, “in the evening? What the fuck would you do with 12 plant pots?”

“‘xactly? Shit, didn’t realise those clay pots were gonna be that heavy…” Banri said, your eyes immediately drawn to his fingers. Ahh, he did end up doing most of the heavy labour.

“We didn’t even have to charm anyone into buying things this time,” you commented, before moving to the real thing you wanted to ask about, “by the way… are your hands okay?”

“This much?” he put his palms up, “is nothing~ had a lot worse.”

You don’t say anything in reply, merely staring at the small blemishes newly formed. It was minimal, pretty much shallow scratches, but it was there.

“Y’worried, babe?”

It was a slip of the tongue on his part, but neither of you seemed to mind. It rolled off pretty smoothly, and if asked about it he could easily say it was just a joke between the two of you— a little ‘affection’ to show how close you’ve gotten as friends.

Well, he thought, it wouldn’t be that much of a lie.

“No, not really,” you replied, mind too carried away elsewhere to pay any mind to the new pet name, “but you should still put on a band-aid or something.”

“Already said I was fine,” Banri replied, his eyes following your sudden upright movement as you headed inside the staff room. As he took the initiative to finish cleaning up so you two could head out for the night, the sight of you coming back out empty-handed had him befuddled.

“What’d ya even do in there?”

“So apparently we don’t have any stocked up,” you explained, quickly doing one last glance at today’s revenue, “so let’s stop by the convenience store later to get some… seriously, what if one of us gets pricked by a plant or something?”

If he decided to be honest, he would’ve told you that he already had one in his bag. A certain mother hen had forced him, Taichi, and Hyodo to carry one around and he’d learned a long time ago to not resist Omi over trivial things.

Still… it was pretty cute how you impulsively decided to go buy something because of him. There was no harm in hiding something to see this side of you more, right?

“Y’want me to come with?” he asked.

You turned around to give him a look. “Obviously? Then there’d be no point of buying it tonight rather than tomorrow.”

“Then take inventory faster… or do ya need my help for that, too?”

“Banri-kun~ you totally forgot to water the hyacinths, or do you need my help for that, too?”

Both of your comments are left hanging in the air, an, oddly enough, peaceful silence encompassing the room until,

“Might as well walk you home after this,” you turned around to face him in surprise, “it’s getting pretty late.”

“Already taking me home without even buying me dinner?”

“We’re going to the convenience store anyway, I’ll buy you something, whatever cold sandwich or fruit cup salad you want— my treat,” he joked, peals of laughter bursting from deep within as your eyebrows furrowed in incredulousness.

You rolled your eyes at him, but the smile on your lips betrayed your undeniable amusement. “Awww so sweet of you, but I can’t have you one-up me there. I’ll buy you the themed plasters— how does having hello kitty’s face around your fingers sound?” you retorted, easing yourself into laughter as well.

As the two of you walked along the sidewalk, side by side, you couldn’t help yourself from saying what’s been on your mind for the past week or so now.

“What we have is nice.”

Banri released a small huff, the corners of his lips stretching upwards. Even with its vagueness, the meaning rang clear.

“Yeah, I like what we have too.”

There was no need to rush into anything.

“ thank you for your hard work today at the flower shop! here, feel free to take home this pink hyacinth with you~ ”

【 hyacinth 】 games and sports, rashness 【 pink hyacinth 】 play

“ maybe you’d like some more flowers before heading home? ”

-ˋˏflower shop masterlistˎˊ- | -ˋˏfic masterlistˎˊ-

#a3!#a3! act! addict! actors!#banri settsu #settsu banri #a3! x reader #a3! banri #cafe: dessert menu #nathya's flower shop #a3! actor training game #a3! game

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copias-thrall · 4 years

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How about something kind of domestic and sweet? It can be hcs or a story. It could go either or, so which ever you see fit you can use. How about papa II, III, and Copia (separate)with a s/o who loves dogs (loves all animals, but prefer dogs)&owns a few that follow them around due to having a close attachment&is protective of their owner. To the point where they all sleep on the bed with the s/o as well. How would they react to the close attachment &would they mind sharing the bed w/ the dogs?

Aww, nonny! Yes, let’s get some some fluff.

Papa II: Has a pair of pitties himself. He says it’s because they’re mean motherfuckers, but you’ve never seen Balthazar and JLo do anything meaner than cronch their dog bones. Most of the time they’re snoozing in a square of sun or playing tug of war with the Ghoul kits. When around Papa II, they sit contentedly at his feet while he rubs their heads as he reads through paperwork. He indulges them with his fine steak—a habit you had to put your foot down on with your own dogs.

Initially, you’d kept your dogs separate, but—as your relationship grew—it became imperative that the loves of your lives get along with each other. Your worry was all for naught, as the four of them got along famously at the first. Now the six of you go to parks whenever the weather allows—you and Papa have an idyllic picnic while your own dogs and his pitbulls chase each other and do dog things before coming back to nap in a pile by your enormous blanket.

The only hiccup was when a night over in your quarters had turned into an impromptu play session the next morning, and one of your dogs had lept in to protect you. You’d been terrified of what Papa II would do to your dog, but—after you’d calmed your buddy down and separated him into the bathroom—he’s just chuckled. “Ah, amore. How could I be mad when I would do the same? But next time we play, we should stick to my playroom, hmm?”

Now, outside of masses and official duties, the 6 of you are a certified pack; the rest of the congregation would be hard pressed to see you and Papa without your dogs either padding along beside you, running around to play with each other, or trying to solicit pets from another willing Sibling. Forget separating them when the two of you share a bed—you’ve tried it, and it only ended in mournful awoos from either set of dogs, so now sleepovers have to occur in Papa II’s bed so the whole pile can fit. Papa II grumbles about his “sanctum,” but you’ve seen him slip your babies a new set of squeaky toys.

Papa III: Says he loves dogs, but the second one of yours jumps up on him, he squeals and backs away. He plays it off like he was just concerned about stains on his suit, but you know better (even if you pretend to accept his explanation). At first he’s utterly confounded by your dogs’ behavior. The first time a snout makes its way into his crotch he just freezes with an “Um”, and you have to show him how to gently push inquiring noses away from delicate bits. When a promising make-out session gets interrupted by inquisitive paws, he pouts.

“Aww, Papa—they’re just jealous.” He mumbles something about his own jealousy, but you let it go with a laugh. You try to put them into your bathroom when he’s over—but there’s so much whining, you have to let them out. Then there’s an entirely different kind of whining, and you have to make it clear to Papa III that you’re a package deal (even if you think your dogs are perfectly aware of what they’re doing).

You think it might actually become an issue, but one day Papa accompanies you to a dog park, and one of your dogs runs right up to him and drops the tennis ball at his feet. Papa looks at you helplessly, and you tell him, “Well, throw it!” It’s an instant bonding experience, and your heart swells while you watch your two favorite boys play with each other. Papa III immediately becomes their enthusiastic stepdad, buying them all manner of treats you have to veto and toys you wholeheartedly endorse.

When you first started seeing each other, you had to practically bribe your Pope to bring your dogs along—now you sometimes come home to empty quarters because he’s taken them out to play frisbee. You almost miss the days when you had to force the issue, since now it’s Papa who’s pleading for “Just five more minutes!” with your babies.

Almost.

Copia: He would be the one you’d expect to be all squeamish, but he actually has a way with talking to animals, and your dogs are in love. You think sometimes that they might like him more than you! Whenever he comes over, they perk up and run right toward him, and he squats so he can ruffle their heads and give them little treats. When you come back from a night in his bed, your dogs run around excitedly sniffing at you and then running to the door—obviously waiting expectantly for Copia to enter. One time you came home to him lying on the floor, growling and barking along with them, and you just closed the door and came back later.

When he’d suggested introducing them to his ratties, you’d been beyond apprehensive—you didn’t want any mishap that would end in either of your dogs being put down—but Copia had just tutted at you. “It shall be OK, dolce. They are good babies.” At first your dogs had been confused by these tiny creatures that should be prey and yet weren't; but after some soft words from Copia, they were happily lazing, tongues lolling, while the pet rats crawled over their coats before snuggling in between warm paws. Copia had raised his eyebrow at you as if to say, “See?”

Since they did so well with his babies, he suggests you take the dogs down to the nursery so the children and kits can play with them too. You knew your dogs were gentle, but your heart just can’t take it when you see how tolerant and patient they are while they’re terrorized by the kids. Copia just kisses your head. “See? They love it.” You’re not quite sure if he means the kids or the dogs, but you agree.

Nowadays it’s a given that if you’re with Copia, your dogs are along for the ride, too. You try to keep the ratties just to his quarters, but occasionally you’ll find a stowaway. You blame Copia for having too many rats of which to effectively keep track. The only problem is when the two of you want to be intimate, and the dogs—who have been relegated to another room—howl and moan as if they’re being excluded from the best playdate ever. Sometimes a stern word from Copia will quiet them, other times he calls up one of his band Ghouls to take them to howl at the moon together.

Bonus:

Papa I under cut bc I want to.

Papa I: Has an old sheepdog that you think might just be as old as he is. In fact, for a good amount of time, you’d wondered if she was alive at all—the only time you ever saw her was asleep: at his feet as he rocked in his rocking chair; in the sun next to him as he worked in his garden; under his chair at the dinner table; and at the end of his bed at night.

It wasn’t until you brought one of your dogs over that the old girl had finally perked up. Your dog had growled lowly at Papa I, and you’d been about to chastise him, when Papa’s dog had risen—body tense—and growled even louder. You’d been so surprised, you’d forgotten to say anything to your buddy, but Papa I had patted his dog’s side and said, “It’s OK, Sadie. Go back to sleep, my good girl.” Sadie had huffed, then flopped passive-aggressively down on the floor, her body lax but her eyes open and wary. Belatedly, you’d finally bent to soothe your own dog apologizing to Papa. He’d just waved it off. “Just two good dogs doing their jobs.”

It was clear that your dogs needed to pass the Sadie test if you were going to be able to try to pass the Papa test. Luckily, Sadie already liked you, so it only takes a little further coaxing from both sides to get her to accept them and them to accept her.

A rowdy duo together, they take to gently protecting Sadie as if their lives depended on it. Sadie accepts their fealty as her due. Papa I just nods as if this was the only expected outcome. As an added bonus, they seem too concerned with outside threats to think much of you and Papa disappearing together for some fun.

#asks #papa i #papa ii #papa emeritus iii #pre-popia #cardinal copia #my writing #headcanons #good dogs #fluff

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katefiction · 4 years

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Traces of Us

by katefiction (Maria) / 2014

Malcolm Kenton didn’t care for celebrity, and he didn’t understand why anyone else did either. He lived in a small cottage on the Isle of Anglesey with his wife Rosanne and his Labrador, Toby. He only bought the Guardian on principle and refused to watch anything but the BBC.

Malcolm’s grandchildren thought him old fashioned, and he often heard them sniggering behind his back when they came to visit, playing horrific ‘boom boom’ music, as he called it, and watching some mind numbing reality TV show with people so desperate to be famous they’d strip naked on television.

When he and Rosanne visited Ye Olde Bulls Head Inn for a quiet drink, Malcolm would refuse to enter the pub quiz. He knew he’d get a perfect score on the every category, but would fail on the entertainment section. The one time he’d tried, the whole pub had erupted in laughter when he mistook a picture of Michael Jackson for Cher.

It came as a surprise to everyone then, when Malcolm announced he had been asked to come out of retirement and act as estate agent for his old friend, Sir George Meyrick.

Malcolm was to help sell the most famous farmhouse in Wales.

The farmhouse in the hamlet of Bodorgan boasted four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, dining room, and a stunning view of Newborough Forest. But even with that, the initial rush of voyeuristic customers who wanted to rent the property because of its famous connection had died away.

Now, five years after the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge had packed up and left for London, bookings were down, and Sir George was finally ready to sell the place.

Despite living in Anglesey all their lives, neither Malcolm nor Rosanne had ever met or even seen the royal residents around the island during their three year stay. Not that Malcolm would have cared if he did. Other people’s lives didn’t interest him and as he waited outside the farmhouse that winter’s day to give his tenth viewing, he sincerely hoped that his next clients wouldn’t do as the last nine had done – ask him questions about William and Kate.

‘Is this their original bed?’, ‘Would Kate have cooked on this stove?’, ‘Who did up the garden, the duke?’ Malcolm was sick of it. This wasn’t a museum for heaven’s sake.

The family of four rushed up to the door, where Malcolm, a firm believer that he didn’t need a coat to keep warm, was standing, his shoulders hunched from the cold. He had no time for tardiness.

‘So sorry we’re late!’, the woman said, bundled up in a scarf and hat, ‘I’m Bryony, and this is my husband Mark’

Mark who was similarly dressed in thick winter wear, shook his hand and exchanged pleasantries.

‘And these are the kids’, Bryony pointed, rather unnecessarily, Malcolm thought, to the young boy and girl chasing each other around the driveway.

‘Kids!’, Mark called, ‘get over here please, let’s not keep everyone waiting any longer’

The children ran over to their father dutifully and followed as Malcolm led them into the house.

The young couple seemed taken with the whitewashed house as soon as they entered, exchanging words of approval at the large hallway, and a painting of the Irish Sea hanging by the doorway.

‘Welcome home Mrs Wales’, William said, throwing his bags carelessly into the hall.

‘Thank you Mr Wales’, Kate replied, being all the more careful with their belongings, placing her bags down on the hard wooden floor.

‘You know I was always Mr Wales?’, he teased, ‘it hasn’t got the same charm as when it’s brand new’

‘Four days of being your wife and the novelty hasn’t worn off yet?’

‘Not a bit’, he smiled.

William and Kate were firmly in the honeymoon phase, despite not having been on their honeymoon yet. They hung off each other’s’ words, wanted to spoil each other at every given second and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. This was wedded bliss personified.

They had lived together in their Anglesey home for over a year, but coming back to their secluded house as husband and wife four days after their enormous wedding, it already felt different.

William kicked the door shut and grabbed Kate from behind, hoping to savour every moment they had together before he went back to work the next day.

‘Can I unpack first?!’ she giggled, poking him in the ribs.

‘Nope’, he replied, turning her around.

‘Tough, you know I hate mess’, she attempted to pull away, though if she was honest, her heart wasn’t really in it.

‘You have to obey me now you’re my wife’, he said with a smirk, knowing it would rile her.

‘Oh you have a lot to learn’, Kate shook her head.

‘I’m doing alright so far aren’t I? At this whole husband thing?’

‘You are’, she kissed him to show her approval. ‘Though we’re going to have to talk about you leaving your stuff by the doorway when you come in after work…’

‘The doorway!’ William said suddenly.

He took Kate by the hand and pulled her back through front door. They both stood on the step, just as they had five minutes earlier.

‘Will, what on earth?’

Lifting her up, he threw her effortlessly over his shoulder, ‘how could I forget to carry you over the threshold?’

‘This is ridiculous, put me down!’ she laughed.

He took her into the hallway, her arms and legs flailing in a bid for freedom. It didn’t have the desired effect, and instead, her foot hit the painting of the Irish Sea that hung on the wall, sending it crashing to the ground.

‘Oh crap!’

William let her down, ‘that was very naughty Mrs Wales’

She pushed his shoulder, ‘that was YOUR fault!’

‘I’m not the one who was causing a fuss!’

Kate picked up the painting and on finding that no damage had been done, hung it back up.

‘We’re married now’, she said, ‘we have to act like grown ups’

William knew better than to think she was serious. For being with Kate let out his fun side and she knew it. And if he was going to have fun anywhere, where no-one could see him, it would be here in Anglesey.

‘I suppose there are plenty of grown up things we could do’, he said, raising an eyebrow.

Kate narrowed her eyes, pretending to look unimpressed, but it wasn’t long until she broke out into a large grin, ‘you’ll have to catch me first’

With that, she sprang up the stairs, William not far behind, chasing her like a cheetah about to pounce on a particularly tasty lunch.

Malcolm breathed a sigh of relief as he took the family into the dining room. So far they hadn’t made any reference to the duke and duchess.

French windows looked out onto the forest, opening up the dining room, which held a large wooden dining table, ornate light fittings and fireplace.

Bryony and Mark admired the table as the children looked longingly out of the window, breathing on the glass and making shapes with their fingers in the mist.

‘Lovely for entertaining’, Bryony remarked.

‘Indeed’ Malcolm said. He wasn’t really the best salesperson in the world.

‘Looks like there’s been a little scuffle here’, Mark bent down and touched one of the table legs.

Malcolm cursed them under his breath. They had been the first ones to notice that unfortunate damage.

‘It looks like it’s been gnawed at’, Bryony said, now joining Mark at the table leg. ‘Really, who lets an untrained animal loose at an antique table?!’

‘KATE!’ William yelled through the house. ‘Kate, get in here!’

She rushed into the dining room, ‘what’s the emergency?’, she said, scanning the room for the disaster.

‘That is’, he pointed down to the floor where their twelve week old puppy was chomping on the leg of the dining table.

‘Lupo!’ she exclaimed, grabbing his back and trying to pull him off the table.

‘Bad dog’ William said, rather unhelpfully. ‘You should really train him’

‘I AM training him, no thanks to you’, she said, finally dislodging Lupo from the table.

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’, William’s brow creased into a deep line.

‘It means that all you ever do is cuddle and play with him, all the hard work is left for me’, she said sternly.

His face dropped like a small child, ‘I’m no good at training him, you know that’

‘Well you need to start trying a little harder!’, she stormed out of the room, clutching Lupo, who looked rather confused at the site of the couple arguing.

‘What is wrong with you?!’, William called down the hall as he followed her, ‘because I know this isn’t about the dog, Catherine’

Kate turned on her heel so fast, Lupo’s ears swung like a helicopter, ‘it’s about the fact that we want a baby next year and you can’t even discipline a dog’

William was taken aback, he wasn’t expecting that. ‘So you’re saying I’m going to be a bad father?’

‘I’m saying that I don’t want to put all the ground work in to set boundaries for our child and have you undermine me’

He walked over to her and put his hands on both of her arms. He was stung by her words, but some things weren’t worth the fight.

‘I know I can spoil him sometimes, but your word rules, we’re a team, always have been’

‘I know’, she said quietly. ‘I’m sorry’

William chuckled, ‘I refuse to let our baby be as much of a brat as I was’

Kate managed a smile, ‘William the Terrible, wasn’t it?’

She was sure she saw him pink a little, ‘yes, but that’s not the point, the point is our baby will be nothing like me’

‘I guess it would be ok if he was a little like you’

‘Oh it’s a “he” is it?’, William laughed.

‘Yep’, she said confidently. ‘We’ll have a son, just you wait’

William had already learnt that his wife was almost always right.

The children were dying to go out into the garden, ‘Please Mummy! I won’t run off anywhere, I promise!’

‘We said no, now don’t ask again please’, Mark said, ruffling the child’s hair.

As Malcolm took the family into the living room, with its large sofa set and more antique oak furniture, he instinctively placed his foot over a pale mark on the patterned rug that was under the coffee table. He didn’t want Bryony and Mark to notice anything else wrong with the farmhouse.

‘But please Daddy!!!’

Malcolm didn’t know which one of the children was making that repulsive whining noise, he preferred not to converse with anyone without cognitive thinking. His own son, like William and Kate, had left Anglesey for London and had barely looked back since. Only when his son wanted to offload his teenagers on Malcolm and Rosanne, did he see him.

He loved his son in his own way, but childhood was just a necessary evil to get to adulthood in his opinion. He could never understand the way children turned grown adults into fools. Especially babies; sticky, ugly little creatures that people went wild for.

His mind wondered back to five years ago when he had been looking forward to watching the start of the Ring O’ Fire Marathon. He had bumped into his neighbour one morning as he was collecting his milk bottles from the door step.

‘Yoo hooo! Malcolm’ she hawked. ‘Did you hear the good news?’

‘What’s that then?’, he said dryly.

‘Only that Prince William and maybe even Catherine are attending the marathon this year!’

Malcolm nodded without saying a word. He truly hoped this wouldn’t bring a load of tourists from the mainland.

‘I do hope they bring the little baby, wouldn’t that be wonderful?!’

‘Why, is it going to be entering the marathon?’

The neighbour laughed uncertainly, she never did understand Malcolm.

Kate was on her knees scrubbing at a stain on the rug.

‘You really should start getting ready’, William said.

‘I have to get this stain off’, she said distractedly.

Last night, their baby boy had leaked through his nappy, leaving an unsightly stain on the rug.

‘You’re gonna wear a hole in it’, he said soothingly, but Kate ignored him. ‘We need to leave soon’

Finally, she sat up, taking her eyes off the rug for the first time in fifteen minutes. ‘I can’t come’

‘Not this again’, William sighed.

‘I can’t do it, I can’t leave him’

‘Your mum is here and he’s asleep’. William had repeated this about twenty times already. If Kate didn’t move soon, they’d be late for their first engagement together since George was born. It was their final way of saying thank you to the island.

‘What if he needs me? What if he wakes up and doesn’t want to drink from the bottle? He’ll wonder where I am, he’ll be scared William’, the irrational panic was rising in her voice.

William sat down on the sofa. This was going to take some convincing.

‘You went out the shops without him, and he was fine then, remember?’

‘That was only like half an hour, and I’d just fed him’

‘But he was fine, yes?’

‘Yes but…’

‘Kate, your mum knows what she’s doing, more than we do. Try and remember why you wanted to come in the first place’. He ran a hand through her hair.

He was right, she had wanted to go to show her thanks. Anglesey had been wonderful to them, all four of them.

‘What if something happens?’

‘Rebecca has our phones, but nothing will happen, he won’t even know we’re gone’

Kate knew he was speaking sense, but first time motherhood didn’t pair itself with rational thinking. Especially when you were leaving your baby.

‘I guess’, she said softly, standing up to stretch her legs.

‘He’ll be fine’, William said, stroking her arm, ‘and so will you’

She gave him a little squeeze for reassurance, ‘what would I do without you?’

Mark and Bryony were eager to see the upstairs part of the house. With four bedrooms and two bathrooms, it would be perfect for this little family, Malcolm thought.

He showed them each room in turn, ending with the master bedroom. Bryony and Mark smiled at each other as they entered. Clearly the spacious wardrobe and king size bed was a hit.

Malcolm had a good feeling about these clients; they seemed to like everything about the house and hadn’t yet uttered a word about the previous tenants. Sir George would certainly be happy if he found a suitable buyer.

‘Great view’, Mark said, his hands tucked in his pockets, staring out of the window. The view from the bedroom was Malcolm’s favourite. It looked out onto a small beach that Sir George owned. ‘I could look at it all day’.

The waves lapped at the rocks, sending water spraying across the beach. It was why William loved the view from his bedroom window; you never knew what the sea would be doing from one day to the next.

‘See that George, that is what Mummy and Daddy got to wake up to every morning’. He looked down at his son who was blinking at him sweetly, tucked up in his arms.

He turned around and looked at the room, now almost empty, but for a few boxes that had to be taken away. This had been his home for three wonderful years. It pained him to think that George wouldn’t grow up here.

As Kate took charge of the packing downstairs, William walked solemnly from room to room, recalling memories to George.

They were different like that, Kate always kept herself busy when she was stressed or worried. William on the other hand would sit and stare at the ceiling with the sounds of the African bush pulsing through his headphones.

‘This is where we found out we were having you’, he said, showing George the all-white bathroom. ‘Daddy even cried a little bit that day’, he whispered.

After moving through each room as slowly as he could, he finally reached the largest spare room. ‘And this would’ve been your room, it would’ve been so cool, I’d have put all sorts in here, little elephants and lions on the walls, you would’ve loved it’

If things had been different, William, Kate, George and Lupo would’ve stayed in Anglesey. But with the Search and Rescue Service being privatised and William’s other duties calling, they had no choice but to leave.

‘Will, are you done?’, Kate called from downstairs.

‘Just a sec’, he called back.

‘One day, you, me, Mummy and Lupo are going to come for a summer holiday here. I’ll take you to the beach and we can have a barbecue, how does that sound?’

George gurgled in agreement, making Will laugh.

‘Shall we say goodbye then?’

He took George downstairs and met Kate at the front door.

‘Ok?’ she asked, sensing his mood.

‘I was just telling George about us coming back for a summer holiday’

‘That would be fantastic’, she said, rubbing his back softly.

It truly was bittersweet. As much as Kate was excited to move into their apartment in London, to have a home she could decorate without renting restrictions, she loved this home as much as William had. Their memories here were countless, each room, nook and cranny left behind a trace of them.

‘Shall we?’ William said, reluctant, but ready to leave.

‘Let’s go home’, Kate said, confident in the fact that eventually, their lives in apartment 1A would live up to their little Welsh farmhouse.

Boxes removed and cupboards emptied, they left the keys on the counter in the kitchen, closing the door on the best three years of their lives.

The Cambridges hadn’t been back for a holiday, that much Malcolm knew. He could always tell when they were about by the blacked out cars driving up and down the island. It was too late now, he thought. It would be sold, probably to this family, in a couple of months.

He could go home to Rosanne a happy man, knowing that he didn’t have to show any more people around here.

‘So, shall I tell Mr Merick you’re interested?’ he asked the couple as the children ran out of the door.

The couple looked at each other, ‘I think we’ll have a think about it’, Bryony said.

‘Yes, but it is lovely, thank you for showing us around’, Mark said as they left.

Malcolm locked up the house and meandered down the path, watching the family bundle into the car. He was off to the Ye Olde Bulls Head Inn, but certainly wouldn’t be taking part in the quiz, he muttered to himself.

‘So what did you think?’ Mark said, strapping himself into the driver’s seat.

In the back, the two children were arguing, the boy shouting bossily at the girl.

Bryony pulled off her hat and scarf, and turned to face her children in the back seat.

‘George Alexander Louis, if I have to tell you one more time to stop yelling at your sister…’, she shot a warning look at her five year old son, stopping him in his tracks.

Turning back to her husband, she answered, ‘it was nice to see one last time, even if it wasn’t for our summer holiday’

‘Do you think that bloke suspected anything?’, his sharp blue eyes gazed into hers.

‘I think he was in his own world’, she laughed.

The family drove away in their Land Rover, the children arguing and laughing in turn all the way home.

The fingerprints of the young prince and princess against the French windows was the only trace they left behind.

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The kindest thing

Language: English

Rate: G

Pairing: Lancelot Kingsley x MC

Note: @styletters there you go dear. I proofread this but it may contain mistakes, sorry in advance, this is long as hell.

Should I create a masterlist? I have not too much writings after all. I hope you like it.

Her eyes opened in slow motion as her lashes fluttered heavily, the bright sun blinded her for a second but shortly she was able to look where she was.

"Young Lady, are you okay?" she didn't recognize the pleasing voice but the tone of it soothed her, seconds after she realized her body was resting peacefully on a stretcher, no pain, no blood.

"Where I'm?" the girl uttered lighter than usual, her eyes finally focused on the person taking care of her; a doctor from the red army. He was not Kyle, he seemed older. A prick of worry made her head spin.

"I see, you don't remember anything" what was that man talking about? She tried to sit down but the red-haired doctor didn't allow her "I'll tell you everything but please stay still" what happened? Thousand of possibilities crossed her mind as her heart raced almost jumping out of her chest.

"Last night a soldier found you on the royal garden. You were unconscious but using a gown also a tiara so we assume you're from a royal family out of this country" the doctor kept quiet for a moment trying to find the words to clarify the situation avoiding a panic state "What we don't understand is why you're here. His majesty asked me to take good care of you."

Lancelot was the king, Lancelot Kingsley was her fiancé, why the impersonal behavior? "I don't know what happened to you young lady, but the red army is going to help you as much as we can" and then it hit her as a fiery wave "Oh, no..." her hands encased her face "Please let me see the king. I beg you."

Her legs were shaking as her stomach felt sick. It couldn't be and the only way to prove her suspicions was to see the king, however a bad feeling crept in her mind. The mere idea of something like this happening was ridiculous but not impossible...Oliveira guessed.

°°°

It was the celebration of the "Stargazing" festival in Cradle, as the two armies signed a truce the festival felt different. Happiness and peace were floating around the citizens and authorities, it was a dream to assist to a festival in her new home one week before the wedding, but something was off.

"I see, Oliveira" the Queen of spades spoke solemnly when the bride to be concluded the story. Last night she showed Lancelot a picture of himself in his childhood sleeping peacefully, the picture was inside a book in the old part of the library. Lancelot was taken aback and avoided the topic, his blue eyes full of sorrow "Lance was a lonely kid. He was born to fulfill his place as the future king. I shouldn't be telling you this, Lance sooner than you think will be ready to tell you by himself, after all, a man can't keep secrets from his wife"

"Having fun without me?" a deep voice made both, Queen and bride to be, turning around their heads only to find Lancelot looking sober. Oliveira smiled subtly, that's the face of a jealous King "Never. I see you around, Mrs. Kingsley."

As Sirius walked away smiling nonchalantly Lancelot spoke: "I admit it sounded good, isn't it?" the young lady nodded embracing herself to her lover's chest "I love you, Mrs. Kingsley. Let's go...we need to initiate the festival." with a kiss on his fiancee's forehead both went to the dancefloor, as the official royal couple they were in charge of the first dance. Everything was unreal except for the awkward sensation in her chest, she would never forget the baby boy in the photo living a life where loneliness was constant.

After dancing and eating all kind of typical Cradle's food people was ready to make their wishes. Every two years the festival was celebrated thanks to a meteor shower, as Cradle was a magical country people kept the tradition to ask favors to the stars, that's what the festival was about.

"I want to make Lancelot happy in all the stages of his life, I want to fill his heart with joy and his days with light"

°°°

"This must be a dream" Oliveira murmured while marching behind a guard, the King was ready to talk to her.

"After lunch, you'll attend the second part of your classes, Prince Lancelot" the woman stood silently, her desperate eyes looking for Lancelot and there he was, a six or seven years old boy, blue eyes, messy blond hair, the expression she knew so well. The floor melted under her feet, it was too real to be a dream.

"Are you okay, Lady?" the guard questioned giving her a confused gaze "The king is waiting for you" Lancelot and his instructors walked down the hall until his small figure disappeared, there was no need to see the king...But still, it was inevitable. Trying to compose herself and not to cry or be in commotion, Oliveira got into the King's office. Being in Cradle for more than a year taught her a lesson: in terms of magic, it was better to let it flow.

"Welcome young Lady. I'm the King of hearts" the man was blond but his eyes were not blue, perhaps Lancelot was more like his mother, though her father-in-law was a handsome mature man. Oliveira lost herself thinking about how Lancelot would look like in his late 40's "The royal doctor told me you don't remember more than your name, I'm deeply sorry for that, however, your tiara indicates you're a royal and you're going to be treated as one until you remember where you belong to."

"Of course it indicates royalty, it's your army's tiara and I'm your son's future wife." Oliveira thought at the same time her hand touched the fine piece of jewelry, they provided another dress for her to be comfortable but the tiara remained in her head "If you're a royal you must use it with pride" said the doctor when she denied to use it with the casual outfit.

The meeting with the King ceased too soon thanks to the Queen of hearts, for god's sake...that man was incredibly gorgeous. "Lady Oliveira, you'll have food and your room. What you do in your free time is up to you, I recommend to rest and try to remember something."

Despite the King's words were polite and almost kind she was not stupid. They considered Oliveira a threat but as they knew the young lady was a royal they had to treat her well enough to avoid a war with another country.

°°°

The next week consisted in her reading every book about magic in the library, nothing related to the "stargazing" festival or even magic to travel through time but something caught her eye "meaningful magic" or magic with purpose, it was the type of natural magic that had a specific purpose, sometimes it was as simple as a coincidence but in other cases, it was powerful and unpredictable, the point behind this kind of magic was to accomplish a mission or objective in the person's life.

Oliveira had to options: to believe in meaningful magic or to forget about her previous life, the answer was easy. What her purpose could be? another easy question. Her eyes darted the library's window, right in the garden a little kid was practicing fencing as disciplined and serious as a grown-up man "Make you happy is my mission, my Prince".

Oliveira decided to go out to take a sunbath and maybe have the chance to get close to the blond Prince that melted her heart; he was cute, pretty as a doll, small, soft, sweet "Do our kids would look like him?"

"Your kids with who, Lady Oliveira?" a feminine voice asked, oh shit. Oliveira tried to form a coherent excuse in her mind, then she remembered her wedding. Grinning she raised her hand and kept on playing the lady with no memory facing Lancelot's mother. Yes, Lancelot resembled her mother, even in that cold expression.

"Mrs. Kingsley" she bowed to show respect "I don't remember more than my name but this ring is an engagement one. I guess someone is waiting for me" it was not a lie, Lancelot was waiting for her, worried as hell but it was better not to think about that, her lover was strong "And I want to have beautiful and talented kids, just like Prince Lancelot, with that person." Lancelot's mother looked at her kid, no changes in her expression.

"I see you're quite fond of my son, I presumed you were plotting against the heir but now I know you're just mesmerized by the idea of having kids." the stunning woman dressed in fine materials spoke again "I'm too busy to pay attention to Lancelot but you have plenty of time, don't you?" with that she parted to an unknown place. The King's wife has duties but how cold-hearted you needed to be to ignore your kid?

That day Oliveira had dinner with Lancelot, it reminded her the first days in Cradle. The conversation didn't flow until she spoke about animals, a little nerd of tigers he was and see him with those big blue eyes shinning was everything "I know you're pretty busy but if you don't mind I would like to accompany you"

"Do as you please, Lady Oliveira" his soft voice echoed into the dining room. Deep down his cold expression, a marvelous heart remained untouched, some things never change.

°°°

Another week had passed and Oliveira was almost Lancelot's nanny. Sure, it was not easy but she handled adult Lancelot, nothing on earth could be more difficult than that. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, the royal chefs where not in charge of his foods anymore, she prepared fun and nutritive meals. Slowly the walls that kept Lancelot isolated from the world started crumbling; by the third day of the week she started reading stories for him before sleep, by the fifth day both were practicing fencing, Jonah's lessons were quite useful and by the seventh day, Lancelot smiled to her kindly.

A smile from the ice prince. It was better than gold, was she making him happy? She missed her old life, she missed her boyfriend, her friends but kid Lancelot...needed to be loved for the time the meaningful magic determined.

"Lady Oliveira, are you going to practice today?" approaching Lancelot was a hard task but his child version was more easy-going than his adult self for obvious reasons.

"Of course, this time I'll win." was it humiliating to lost in front of a kid? Yes, but that kid was incredibly good with the sword, so it was understandable. Nor the King or his wife went to the training field to look for their kid if she needed to think about there were days where Lancelot was left alone with his instructors and maids. If it was painful for her...how painful could it be for a little kid?

After a hard swordplay practice with the prince, she asked for a break while Lancelot glanced at her with that cheeky smile he displayed sometimes "You're mean, you now that? Let me win at least once"

"If I let you win once...how could you learn to be better?" and there he was, Lancelot being Lancelot. It was cute to see him saying serious things being just a baby, Oliveira's heart was under regular attack.

"Touché. I'm going to make your dinner, my dear Prince. Wait for me, okay?" she found herself enjoying cooking for Lancelot back in the past when she attempted to make him eat something. Food is necessary but also could be heart fulfilling. The little Prince fidgeted wanting to say something, his instructor remained quiet as always.

"What is it, Prince Lancelot? Do you want to request a special dish?" Lancelot eluded her sight, his cheeks blushing "Do you mind if I help, Lady Oliveira?"

And that was the beginning of a delightful routine for them, under the astounded eyes of the army staff members Prince Lancelot was smiling again, being the kid he was. His mother paid some visits sometimes and the King checked the prince's training but nothing more, they ignored his other activities and likings.

°°°

"Tomorrow I'll go to town, do you need something Prince Lancelot?" Oliveira said while preparing to read a story that night, Lancelot didn't need anything so shook his head. She has been living in the red army for three weeks, she kept on acting as the lady without memory but anybody seemed to be annoyed by that, it was quite the opposite; the King seemed pleased of how Oliveira treated the Prince.

Taking the big red book in her hands Oliveira noticed something opening her eyes in realization, it was the same book where she found Lancelot's picture. How silly of her not to notice that before. "Is there a problem, Lady Oliveira?"

"No, no prince." she smiled at him with her eyes full of tender love. The boy using red pajamas made himself comfortable.

°°°

Cradle was different from the past or the present or whatever, Oliveira got easily confused with all that time traveling thing, nevertheless, the city remained charming preserving the mystic air that made Cradle...well, Cradle. The real intention behind going to the city was to find a present for the Prince, it was weird not to see toys in a boy's room but it was Lancelot's room after all.

The maids were busy gathering the food for the next week so Oliveira walked by herself around Cradle looking for the perfect present, the options were almost infinite but nothing so special, not at least for her beloved little prince, anyway she was far to give up. Of course, love was so much more than a present but something was true, a simple gift can be like the magic that brought her back in the past: meaningful.

After a whole day in the civic center, she was ready, the gift was perfectly wrapped on a golden box with a huge ribbon on top. Lancelot and Oliveira were the main attraction in the red army headquarters, perhaps soulmates no matter their age, were bright when they were together.

For the bride-to-be, that day felt different, was it the anticipation for Lancelot's gift, or was it something more? however, she shook her head and after a wonderful homemade diner for two, both walked to Lancelot's room where the gift was awaiting over his bed. The expression of his round pretty face was memorable "I hope you like it"

Oliveira expected that adorable expression in his face after seeing the giant albino tiger plush, but never expected the kid's answer was a hug, his eyes were closed as his hair was messier than usual, Oliveira couldn't resist and kneeled before him hugging the little prince too "Did you like it?" ��Lancelot just nodded, he was warm, soft, and smelled like a baby if that made sense. Time stopped in that instant, nothing else matters than the feelings contained in that innocent hug "Prince Lancelot, you deserve happiness and infinite amounts of love. Never forget that."

Lancelot didn't say anything else before went to bed, his sleepy face showed a smile while his body embraced the fluff copy of Shine. It was love what Oliveira felt for that kid, she wanted to treasure the moment, she wanted to keep in her memory his voice, his smile, the expression when they were together practicing fencing or cooking.

"You don't know how much I love you, my little Prince. You're the kindest thing that ever happened to me."

That night Oliveira slept thinking about Lancelot, the prince, the king, the lonely man, the serious kid, the shattered person, her lover, her world, her reason to be strong, her reason to give it all to immerse him in eternal love.

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"She's waking up! Call the King" her eyelids were heavy and she recognized the feeling back when she traveled to the past, was everything all right? "Oliveira, are you okay? Do you feel good?"

"K-Kyle?" There, looking at her with a worried expression was the royal doctor, her friend "What happened?" the dizziness in her head made everything blurry.

"You fainted after the dance with Lance. Have you been overworking yourself again?" Oliveira shooked her head slowly, she was in a strange house resting in a comfortable bed. Her dress the same she was using in the festival "I came back..." the girl murmured closing her eyes again just to see a perfect picture of Prince Lancelot.

"Was everything a dream?" She thought with a hefty sigh.

"Yes, that's it. You came back and Lance will be happy. The poor man almost faint with you..." Kyle said with a relaxed smile. When Oliveira fell unconscious Lancelot was startled, a citizen offered her house for Kyle to check on the girl, there was no explanation, perhaps Oliveira was just tired or her corset was too tight.

"Kyle..."

The young doctor stopped in his tracks when Lancelot spoke, the King's eyes full of expectation "Fine, fine...I'll leave you two alone. Don't overwhelm her, Lance." He just remained quiet and approached to his fiancee in a graceful motion, his slender cold fingers traced a line in Oliveira's jaw until reaching her soft hair, Lancelot took a seat close to her "How are you fee-" Oliveira interrupted him with a needy kiss "I'm okay my love, don't worry...Don't worry".

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It was dreamlike, all eyes were on them waiting for the great King of hearts' vows. It seemed like he couldn't believe his eyes, Lancelot Kingsley getting married. Oliveira's knees were shaking slightly and her eyes were on the verge of dropping tears, both holding hands.

Never in his wildest dreams something like that happened, was it reality or mere fantasy? Oliveira smiled containing her tears of happiness, Lancelot cleared his voice and the words emerged almost like a love song.

"You're the kindest thing that ever happened to me. Now my lips have your taste in them, my skin has your caress tattoed and my heart beats at your voice's tempo.

You're like the rain on a drought, rain falling over buds making them flourish. Oliveira, I promise to make you immortal in the land of my memory if you love me until my last breath."

And that was all, Oliveira was crying gracefully during the rest of the ceremony, luckily for her, the makeup was waterproof. The exchange of rings took place and a round of applause filled the church.

"You can kiss your wife, King Lancelot." and he did so as if that kiss was his last.

"Cheers for the couple", "Congratulations King", "Take care of Alice", "Have a life full of happiness", "We're expecting a little prince soon", "Don't let him go, Oliveira".

People from both armies were happy, the day was full of light and love "I'll make you happy forever, my King." Oliveira said walking hand to hand going right to the wedding party.

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In the silence of the night the couple, Mr. and Mrs. Kingsley made it to their shared bedroom. Lancelot left the room to prepare the bath, the plan was to relax taking a long romantic bath together and getting ready...For the wedding night.

Oliveira crossed the room after seeing the red big book over the nightstand "was it a dream?" she bit her lip opening the book to see the beautiful picture inside, Lancelot and his plush. Delicately she took the picture in her hand but then the picture fell off to the floor on its backside.

"You're the kindest thing that ever happened to him" Was written in perfect cursive handwriting. Oliveira took the photo in her hands wondering who would have written that.

"Is everything all right Oliveira?" asked Lancelot before running to hug his wife from the back "Oh, the picture. That's my father's handwriting" Lancelot paused "My childhood was not perfect, I hardly remember my mother or father being there for me...but this picture is special." He was opening to her, Sirius was right "I don't even remind her face or her name...but a Lady gave that plush to me, for the first time someone loved me, showed me a hint of what happiness is."

"Lance..." and more tears rolled down Oliveira's face before a gentle warm kiss took place "Don't cry my love," said the King of hearts "Come with me, I'll make you...cry for a different reason" using an insinuating tone Lancelot undressed his wife caressing her naked figure and downing her mouth with wet kisses. It was just the beginning of a life together.

#Lancelot Kingsley #king of hearts #Ikemen #Ikemen fanfic #Ikerev #ikemen revolution #Ikerev lancelot #Lancelot x MC

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geekeryandsentiment · 4 years

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I remember you telling us, you know quite a bit about all the kiddo’s rooms. Can you describe them for us? And why did Liz wanna rearrange her room? (as mentioned in the silent treatment) Also, You had mentioned chalkboard paint once, and I found that idea so cool😍

Hey there! You send this in about four years ago and I just didn’t have the time to answer when you sent it in and then idk, I just got lazy and let it sit in my inbox for a while...however, here’s your answer, sorry about that. This one is below the cut and I’m warning you it’s loooooong. Sorry lol, I got a lot carried away. I hope it was worth the wait lol. Sorry again.

Before I forget...Lizzie just wanted to rearrange things. Sometimes moving the direction the furniture is facing can help spice things up a bit. If i remember correctly she was 11/12ish during the silent treatment and around that age Arthur pulled out his old desk from storage and put it in her room, so possibly she thought of a better way to rearrange her furniture to put that desk in the place she wanted it?

Liam’s room is like his happy space. There is no theme or reason to anything. It’s all completely random. He’s still got posters and trinkets from his first year attending school and even before that. Alby’s art is plastered on his walls and he has old birthday cards and little notes that he and Alex used to pass back and forth in lessons tacked up on his walls as well. He has repainted it 4ish times since he was eleven and his parents repainted one of the other rooms (the one that would eventually become Alby’s room) and he decided it looked fun and wanted to try it. One time, when he was sixteen, he endured his room being pink for almost three months over the summer because Elizabeth dared him to do it when he was discussing possible color changes and he didn’t have anything else to do that next day (and has absolutely nothing against the color pink) so decided to take everything off his walls and paint them pink just to show her that he would. His room is currently green and the wall that had chalkboard paint on it is accented a darker brown (the green did NOT properly cover up the chalkboard with only two coats and he didn’t have any more green so he had to improvise). For several years he had a whole wall of chalkboard paint (the around his door) and he and Alex were entertained by that for many many hours in their preteen years. He is the only one of the kiddos to have a TV in his room. He didn’t get it until he was thirteen and he had to practically trade away his soul to convince Waverly to allow it, but he and Alex also had a lot of fun playing video games on that throughout the years. He has Theo’s old room, and Theo is very crafty with his hands. When he was younger he installed bookcases into the same wall his two windows are on, so William has bookcases surrounding his two windows that go from his ceiling to his floor. They are covered in books, some of which he will never read but owns anyway simply because he likes the cover and think they look cool. The other furniture in his room doesn’t match all all. Like at all. For the most part that is because he has broken a lot of the pieces that used to match and instead of doing what Waverly wanted to do and reordering the pieces or even picking something that matches the remaining stuff, Liam just picked out things he liked as replacements, even if they clashed with the other things in his room already.

Alex’s room is a bit more themed and put together, but it’s also always messy. It’s not dirty. It’s regularly cleaned and he makes his bed every morning (and if he dared leave food wrappers or any food in his room Waverly would have his head) but it’s cluttered most of the time. He doesn’t really mind if things are on the floor or if his desk is stacked three feet high with different files and textbooks and Lord knows what else. He knows where everything is. He manages to stay ahead with his schoolwork and keep everything straight, so Arthur and Waverly don’t hound him too often to make sure his room is as neat as they would like. His room is pretty typical. It’s painted a dark, navy blue and he has a whole lot of red (his curtains and bed sheets) and grey (his comforter and bean bag) accents. He does have a giant beanbag in the back corner behind his bed that Alby loves to fall asleep in sometimes, though. His bedroom used to belong to Beatrice when she lived in the palace when Arthur was younger, but her pink walls were painted over when he was about one years old and Arthur and Waverly decided to stick him in the room beside William’s. It’s nothing too fancy. William’s room is definitely far more interesting with the built in bookshelves (and wait until you hear about Lizzie’s room...🤭) but it’s his home. That’s his safe space. When he feels like the whole world is against him, the only place he wants to be besides maybe on his piano bench, is his own bedroom.

Elizabeth’s room has changed colors a few times throughout the years too, but it’s stayed purple, just different shades. Her room is across the hall from Liam and Alex’s and on the same side of the quarters as the sitting room, meaning her windows overlook the palace gardens. She has a large, three window set up with a small cushioned seating area that extends out from the wall a little bit. When she was younger she had a few cushions and a mattress pad there and her and Alex would have sleepovers in her room all the time. They would look up at the stars and she would try to point out constellations. Now, that mattress pad is used every once in a while for Alby if he wants to spend the night in her room, but more often it’s tucked away and she just uses the area to sit on her laptop or read. In the corner she has a large corner desk with a desktop computer with two monitors. She doesn’t have a TV, and she doesn’t really need one because she has a pretty sweet set up there. Her desk belonged to Arthur when he was younger (no, none of the children are in his old bedroom. Too many unhappy memories. That’s used as a guest bedroom now, and only if there are too many guest to fill up the other two rooms) and still has his initials carved into the corner from when he got bored and engraved them one day when he was about twelve with an old key he found. Her room is more themed than Liam’s, her furniture matches, even Arthur’s desk fits in really well with the other black pieces, but there isn’t really a color scheme or anything. Lizzie doesn’t really care about that. She just fills it with things she likes. Oh, she also has a blacklight in her room and an epic solar system hanging from her ceiling as well as markers that she can draw all over that massive window with. When she was home full time it used to be schedules and count downs until special dates and to do lists. Now it’s not quite as busy as it used to be and more often than not the windows can actually be seen out of because they aren’t covered in marker...but every once in a while she’ll feel a sudden urge to draw on them again and fill them with chemistry or math or biology...or even music.

Alby’s room is stand alone and surprisingly the farthest away from Arthur and Waverly’s because he was born last. He is on the same side of the hall as Lizzie, but he does not have the room connected to hers. He’s actually one more down. ((Oh, this is actually relevant so let me talk about it for a moment...The room that is connected to Lizzie’s is currently used as a lab or sorts for her. She has all kinds of old technology in it that she tinkers with a lot, it’s pretty empty and none of the others are jealous that she has the extra room or anything. They do call it Lizzie’s “lab” though sometimes, and there is a proper key to it that she has and she regularly locks it when she doesn’t want Alby to go in and touch anything she’s working on.)) His room is still really kid-ish. He has toys and a little chair that hangs from his ceiling that he can sit in when he reads. His room doesn’t have the same bay window that Lizzie’s does. He doesn’t spend a lot of time in his room. He’s almost always in one of his siblings’ rooms or he’s lugged a handful of toys down to the sitting room/Arthur’s study/wherever someone else is to sit and quietly play near them. He doesn’t really like to be alone, and his room reflects that. There isn’t a lot of personalized things in his room, instead he likes to leave an impression on the other rooms of the house (leaving drawings on the walls in Liam’s room, pictures on Lizzie’s windows when she lets him use her markers, and leaving stuffed animals and small toys on the shelf where Alex’s stuffed crocodile spends his lonely days now that he’s a teenager and he doesn’t play with him anymore). No one seems to mind, in fact, William regularly tells him when he’s away at school that he wants a whole new set of pictures hanging in his room for him when he gets home to help keep the baby busy. Alby has his own shelf full of books that has slowly started to overflow as his siblings slowly hand the boy more and more books to read. His favorite toy when he was younger, and to this day, is trains. He looooooves trains. So if his room has any theme in the chaos it’s definitely trains. He has those stickers on his walls of little cartoon trains and he almost always has some giant town built with the little wooden train sets across the back half of his room on the floor. His parents gave up trying to make him clean those up every night a long time ago. Some battles just aren’t worth fighting, especially when one little town of his creation could keep him occupied for days.

I don’t know if you meant Elaina too but you’re going to get her because I’m on a roll at this point, lol. Elaina’s room is...well kind of boring. And she hasn’t had too much freedom to change anything either which kind of stinks. She has Brielle’s old room and it is exactly how you would expect a princess’s room to look. Light baby pink walls. Her furniture is white. It’s adorable. She HATES it. I mean, I shouldn’t say it like that, it’s her room and she likes it because it’s her space. But she doesn’t like how it looks. She doesn’t really like how it looks like a nursery (because it kind of does) but her parents aren’t really feeling the whole re-painting thing and her furniture belonged to her grandmother and so it’s staying in the family and she can’t get rid of that either. She really loves all three of the English kids’ rooms. They all are a little darker and the paint and the colors are cooler and not as bright and blinding as her pink and white. She is just a touch jealous that despite Arthur and Waverly’s dictaror-ish tendencies, they let their kids decorate their rooms how they want. She’s an artist, as you all know and she loves to sketch and paint and draw. At one point when she was about 11 or 12, I forget exactly but it’s written so perhaps I could share it one day, she used a sketching pencil to draw this really pretty floral design down the side of her nightstand and her parents saw it and lost their shit (old family antiques are not for drawing on, Elaina. You know better!). She hasn’t dared try to do that again, but she’s also always wanted to get all new white furniture and paint over it and cover it in her own drawings. One day she promises herself that she will. In the meantime, she has one single poorly shaded drawing on her nightstand that she managed to convince her parents to let her keep and not erase.

That was a LOT. However...sprinkled in there is a few really relevant pieces of information. The story arch I am currently working on directly involves some of this information and you know how my brain is...I can’t think of anything without figuring it out for everyone...so you’ll see some of this brought up in the actual story again too, eventually.

#my writing #alex #Liam #alby #lizzie #elaina #aaaaaand now I'm going to bed #Feel free to send in more questions any time #I apologize if it takes me literal weeks to get to it #bedrooms

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squirrels49 · 4 years

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What Fowl Can Be Known as a Hawk, But Isn't a Hawk in Any Way?

It was not the first moment that our kitty had brought a surprise back with her. It was not the first time she'd attracted in a live fowl. Maybe it had been she published it in the sack instead of the basement or livingroom (her standard locations to place her victim unfastened ). I presume what really surprised me that the most was the size of the bird that has been now flying in a panic around my bedroom.Over years, using just two female house cats who we let outdoors a few of hours per day, we have experienced our share of rabbits, mice along with other bark , and birds input our residence. Most of time they're still alive, fearful, but for the most part, unharmed. Cats that are satisfactorily fed do not hunt for meals, they hunt for fun, and thus they ordinarily don't eat the animals/birds they capture. They often bring them to the individuals as a present or to demonstrate that they'd caught something.Being a Healer, I understand the value of aiding those creatures and critters overcome their shock before discharging themas it is the jolt which often kills themnot any injury they may have sustained.So the chicken that was currently flying across the sack was just the modern chicken necessitating my attention.Unfortunately, which has been going for considered a significant issue. I was used to helping little sparrows that frequented our garden and the neighbor's bird feeders. This chicken was much bigger-in factthat he had been a predator . He was a hawk.I need to admit my close connections with hawks has been lacking. I feel the nearest I came into one was one had been at an tree eyeing a deceased bird close by. Still, the chicken proved to be much further away compared to main one who currently stood in my dresser looking like it would attack anything or anyone which moved.Normally I'd have let the chicken settle down a bit before approaching him, but it was hurt by my cat like I saw blood onto the ground and walls where the hawk had flown. This absolutely had been enough bloodstream to imply that waiting was not wise if I wanted him to survive.But there have been those talons. And there clearly is that sharp, pointed beak.And these very modest eyes were seeing each movement I made.I shut the bedroom door to contain his flight then grabbed a small blanket to throw over him. This functioned. The bird can barely fly. I donned leather gloves and sunglasses (for security ) subsequently lifted the package, careful to grip the ft. With my husband's assistance, I had been able to examine the bird without even any the damage to either of the us. He experienced only a small cut on his rear and one of his wings had been overlooking a couple larger feathers. Each wounds were bleeding.As I found no other wounds that were of immediate consideration, '' I gave the fowl that the homeopathic medication Aconitum napellus("Aconite") for the shock. Aconite operates great to relaxed shock in animals along with human beings. I have used it before on creatures and critters, also when responding to vehicle accidents.When the remedy had slid the bird, I washed the cuts afterward gave him that the homeopathic medication Gunpowder to stem infections. I bandaged his wing it wouldn't proceed for transport to the Wildlife Sanctuary. For rehab, they'd execute a excellent job.But Al As, these were shut, or so the hawk was attracted house and put from the spare rest room because of the night-it was quiet and there was nothing the hawk could damage himself should he drift all about. He looked a ton better than he'd had before he had been awarded the homeopathics.The subsequent early morning , the hen was doing great, however that I still wasn't certain about the wing. I removed the bandage from his wing, lifted up him and enabled him to fly-he didn't do so good-so I took him into the Sanctuary for more treatment. The hawk was possibly the size of my kitty and that I wondered just how she'd gotten the jump on him. Marin (my kitty ) had no harms, that had been surprising since the hawk was a predator who would prey . Maybe, becoming that the hawk was not small, he was not a threat to Marin.The hawk was published from your Wildlife Sanctuary that a few days later. The rehabilitation helper had been amazed the bird had not arrived for the Sanctuary in jolt, and failed to develop an infection and was able to become released so fast. I wasn't amazed, however, due to the fact I understood the healing skills of homeopathy.I believed the stories that the hawk would tell to other hawks, even joked only just a bit believing the hen could probably come up with a very dangerous and exciting story, telling of this great struggle which had hurt him. Had he told the truth-that he was captured by the cat-he would have already been teased for quite a while.The initial issue we did our trip was supposed to check to our hotel which was that the Barrier Station re sort at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. On our holiday bundle we've got a 3 days and 2 night live, they gave us some dinner certificates to Mulligan's restaurant and pub and Jolly Rodgers. Also a excellent surprise in our vacation package had been 2 tickets to a Musical Show.After checking in we moved right into the hotel to examine it empty the large quantity of luggage we had brought us. The room was we predicted. Even though there were only 2 of us they gave us a two bed room accommodation. This was the bomb because we had our own toilet. The master bedroom had a huge Jacuzzi inside (which we use every night) along with also a king size bed together with a huge balcony. The other bedroom needed to bedrooms and your bathroom. They both had television's and were very well decorated. Along side a huge living space, dining room and kitchen that they also had a washer and dryer. Had we know this we'd have brought much less clothing?After unpacking we moved into the welcome center and assessed all those tasks that these were presenting. They had special to ground meals, games and a variety of lessons, along side several traveling excursions. Perhaps not merely did they all will have outside pools however they also had just one of the largest indoor grills that I have ever seen. And of course a weight room with all types of exercise equipment and also in door and outdoor hot tubes. Of course, when that was not enough they had a superb character walk trail and a location for runners.After exploring the resort we chose to simply take benefit of one of those dinner certificates we had been given and also went on Mulligan's for lunch. We're impressed by the number and high quality of the food and service we received. They'd a deck which moved to the surface of the cafe s roof with tables up there and also you could take pleasure in the sea view as you dined. I do feel just a modest sorry for its waters since they needed to go upward and down about half staircase all day long.When we ended dinner we continued with our vacation going to the shore where we did just a small sunning and tried some small fishing in the fishing pier that had been a few miles from our resort. Not bringing some fishing gear together were surprised that they'd everything you might want to go fishing. It simply cost us about 40.00 for all the apparatus and bait you wanted and now being outside to the pier you did not need to worry about getting eaten alive from almost any critters which might possibly be wondering all around on the island. We also toured about thirty kilometers of the island also found many great places to eat and shop. One of my favorite areas in Kitty Hawk to eat would be Jimmy's Sea Food Buffet. They offer an early bird special at which you can win $100.00 in funds as well as to get the first hour they give you lobster. You really don't even miss the lobster though, because with every different kind of seafood you may think of they possess ten different sorts of crab legs plus you can eat everything you want. Unfortunately we didn't get to eat there this time round because of the a number of other locations we never tried while there on vacation.However we did get to see one of the better musicals that I have ever gone . It was mixed with oldies and classical tunes together with some humor. The entire cast was superb. It lasted about two hours was so interesting that it felt which we're only there for half an hour. They change shows frequently so if you visit into the outside banks regularly you may get to see distinctive reveals. On Wednesdays that they offer you a magical show for those magical buffs in the same construction. So the next time you go there on a break please put that on you are todolist because you won't be sorry when planning on taking my own advice.One issue I did not plan moment doing our vacation was a round of golf and I am sorry I didn't because there weren't several really nice cheap golf courses near. I'm not sure but some one told us there were 12 in the area. Sounds like a golfer's paradise to me personally and together with this most golf courses I think that you need to plan to stay per week instead of just a few days. We did not go into any one of this course's this time round whilst the temptations would have already gone to great but I am certain that with many that they might never have been on to crowded.Well the bottom point for the full article is that it was really so relaxing and so gratifying our next vacation will likely be in the outside banks next year plus people also plan on taking a couple mini holidays or long weekends because a few call it there on a normal basis. And certainly will always be towards the top of my record for vacations to get quite a while for you to come.Because a few varieties of hawk some times kill game critters, the full class continues to be contested. You can find those, and they are several, who fail to observe that birds of prey fill out an important part in the amazing scheme of character. Does the hunter who shoots down the hawk at each and every prospect, because some species occasionally captures what he is very happy to take into account his special property, ever cease to request exactly what caused the quail along with different non-migratory match critters to reach the powers of swift flight that alone create sure they are desired as things of sport?It may be that the bird of prey, pursuing one opposite since the days of these invention, which has evolved not only its own strength of wing, but but in addition that of its quarry. And just as certainly as it is accurate, therefore indeed will that electricity be lost in the event the contributing cause be removed. The do do, a pigeon, found himself over the island of Mauritius in which enemies were unknown. He yielded to gluttony and in action, designed a corpulence that uttered traveling, and was eaten out of the face of the planet in a limited while right following his discovery by gentleman. His relative, the rock dove, who'd to flee the chasing hawk or perish, created but retains a power of wing which is famous around the world.To find additional details on this please dig this. At the same manner some other species, notably a number of the rails, by adopting a carefree lifetime, have forfeited flightand now face extermination if some active enemy invades their haunts. The most hawks, which we have been now , have made our grouse and quail what they are. Close students of the area additionally recognize that the amazing significance of hawks from removing game animals suffering from infectious diseases. Just a small thought should convince people of the fallacy of this debate the diminishing ranks of our game critters are the consequence of depredation by hawks, an idea that's become the foundation of most of the prejudice directed toward them. In case this were well founded then the decimation of the hunters would have caused a gain in match birds.In real truth the two hawks and match possess diminished concurrently, and also from exactly the very same primary bring about. For example of the destruction of harmless hawks under mere sensing, there can be cited an item only published in the report of advancement within an evaluation of methods for increasing quail. Up to thirty marsh hawks had been frequenting roosting regions from the match addresses, and so approximately 1 / 2 of these were taken. Subsequently over one million of the castings of the birds have been analyzed, each signifying dinner with the result that the stays of 4 quail had been observed, whereas a lot more than 2 hundred dishes had comprised one or even cotton rats, which eat the eggs of the quail. Really the announcement is highlighted that the majority of the opponents of those quail are the destroyers of its foes.The nighttime bird that is described being a Frequent Nighthawk is not a hawk in any way, but also a Nightjar. The title derives from the fact that the man makes a exact loud'jarring' call. All these 10" jay-sized birds have plumage that is indeed well camouflaged it renders them almost undetectable once they are nesting around the ground. They like to use gravel on which to rest and also build their nests. Nightjars additionally utilize dry grass and leaf litter, which hides their brown and gray mottled feather coloring perfectly.Nature also has given the nightjars' eggs with camouflage by creating grayish brown scrawling marks all around the off-white egg-shells. Mama nighthawk incubates the eggs all by herself. Preventing the nest emptied at the early day and afternoon, the feminine nightjar ventures outside to collect pests on that to feed, whilst her male counter part watches from a position never far away. He will finely lure off any prospective predators. Surprisingly, regardless of the typical nighthawk's custom of nesting on the ground, they are remarkably long-lived. The normal life span for a nightjar is 5 years, which is quite a while in bird years.After 18 times have passed, and the younger nightjars hatch. Now they're totally coated with fluffy down feathers. This really can be when the male measures in to help feed the younger hatchlings. Flying pests comprise their whole diet and are pre digested and then regurgitated with their own ma ma and papa.If the infants are jeopardized by almost some other predator, including individuals, ma-ma nighthawk pulls a nifty trick out of her bag and acts like she was hurt. She is good at this action which the predator is tempted to move off out of her nestlings since she clumsily blows off a brief distance away. After the intruder was taken enough by the nest, ma-ma nighthawk flies off usually. Nightjars are all about foraging at dusk, twilight and in moon light. Additionally they hunt as darkness turns to dawn. Their highly sensitive crimson reddish eyes tend not to require plenty of light as a way to locate their prey. In fact, too much light can blind them into your own foodstuff. In case the current weather is wet or snowy, nighthawks revert to a country of torpor to reserve their power. When problems are favorable to good searching, they take to the skies all over again. Nighthawks forage only on the wing. Once they restthey lay length wise across a branch or right on a lawn. Their feet are so tiny and their legs really long as to be not quite ineffective to them.The telephone of a nightjar can be a high-pitched'spee-spee-spee' sound that I have heard often when I am out throughout bliss. During a night of trying to find insects like moths and mosquitoes, even a nighthawk can rid us of thousands of pests. Their mouths are deceptively large and open very wide while they scoop the air for all types of traveling bugs. As they want more open spaces near forests in which insects are plentiful, nightjars are one of the very first ever to take advantage of a freshly burnt forest region. These areas afford a very good background due to their bright colors, thus helping them combine in to that environment additional easily.The decline of common nighthawks has been brought about partly with using pesticides, deficiency of habitat in which to hunt, and also the deficiency of their favorite nesting sites. That are the older style apartment lava roof. The other exact obvious rationale is that their habit of earth nesting and resting makes them much more at risk of predators such as owls, falcons and hawks.When their instinct tells them to go for warmer climes at South America, they shape flocks at times numbering in the tens of thousands Their migratory travel starts in mid July as the nightjars take the own time to stop and eat on the way. If they spot a river or marshland about sunsetthey are going to pause to eat their fill and re-energize, subsequently continue their very lengthy trek southward. Nighthawks return to the united states and Canada around February with the very same leisurely method.Common nighthawks also have been referred to as'bull bats' because of their nightly . However, they don't use echo location as snakes do to find prey. Nightjars have likewise obtained the strange name of'goatsuckers'. At some point it had been mistakenly thought they made their way into barns at night time to sneak the milk out of goats, but this is not true.There are just six species of us Nightjars: Eastern Whippoorwill,'' Mexican Whippoorwill, Chuck-Will's-Widow, Pauraque ('pa-RAW-kee') and Buff-collared Nightjar. All of these species are on the reduction. It isn't probable that you may understand a nighthawk because of these nighttime flights along with camouflage, form fact which they can stay absolutely still whenever approached. They will only fly when the prospective predator has too close for comfort. But in case you need to ever see one of these birds, consider yourself quite blessed indeed!Connie Smith could be the proud operator and director of Grandma Pearl's Backporch, LLC, and the professional writer of many online content about effortless and one of a kind methods by which you can cause the greatest bird-friendly lands to enable wild birds thrive and thrive. 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#lethargic wasps in house

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session 6

so pdfing and jpging things for tumblr is hard so ur just gonna deal with this have fun

I'm sleepy

Also criminal minds is v good

"rain makes sleepy" or smth I can't process anything rn

"can I just stop.. Stop trying .. With discord"

We're so quiet

And out of it

"if I have an extra belt, I'll just hook it to it" - dom2020, about the loss of his window blinds stick thing

The only people w blinds problems r jacob n dom apparently

Jacob: can we start at 3

Jacob: can we start at 4

Jacob: can we start at 5

Lol ok

If lillian is a reformed horse girl dom is a reformed cow boy

JACOB IS GOING TO REPLACE THE MILK IN DOM'S HOUSE WITH HIS

"I'm going to go to your house and replace the milk in your house with mine"

Dom didn't know males could lactate

Last time we finished downtime w a bomb I guess

An explosion outside of our home

N then we found out the one goblin or smth killed by the explosion was the last key holder of the oh it was a gnomes it was an associate of renaer's father

Asyna given a necklace by a child + asyna's fish spirit thing

We go into mirt's house in one of the sitting rooms

Renaer is pacing and looks concerned n frantic

U missed sylvia's question oops

Ok wait suddenly we started talking about trump and politics what happened

Ok so when it comes to protesters burning stuff like cars and businesses there are a lot of reports that it's not protesters and that it's police and/or random ppl just joining to break things

I haven't looked into that as much but one of the biggest arguments is that ppl who were really protesting wouldn't b burning down the low-income businesses n stuff that have been

Adam asking to renaer and floon if the gnome had a reason to come to our house

Maybe gnome found out ppl were watching and maybe wanted to give us the thing

Adam asking if we need the body

if he didn't have it on him then the authorities would've confiscated

There r speak w dead practices ig

Not really any reason to believe it's not on the body

Mirt asks us to recount the events

Looked like zents

Why would zents want the gnome

Renaer said smth

All of us r flustered from day's events

Theo got 15

One of the neighbors fallah the elf person had said someone wandered off

Adam tells them abt which building the attack probs came from

Asyna brings up necklace and said it was from a puppet

Mirt takes the necklace and is looking at it

Four jewels hanging from the broken necklace, reddish-orange almost marbles

Looks like one of them had been pulled off

Stone impervious to scrying magic

Stone looks like ?????

Either with the police or on the zent or idk

Could ask trench to find it bc expert tracker

Adam runs arcana check on it

Rolls 18, learn it could have smth to do w the element of fire

"can we throw it into the fire?"

Gonna dangle the necklace over the candle

No reaction

Asyna has her deer, summons it

Comes out, paces, looks at asyna expectantly

Naya is a scrying deer so u can tell it to scry

"I'll show naya the necklace, be like, 'scry'"

Jumps around, backs up toward house front then looking for us to follow

Mirt is meeting w associates

Adam: "invite us" . "sometime"

Renaer says he'll lie low probs bc worried abt his fate

Floon says ditto basically

We're following naya and watching it move through the streets

Right as the sun sets make it further into sea ward and then naya stops and returns to the token

Back in the direction of our house toward a gated, walled-off manor house w elegant metal bars blocking some sight and a low wall covering it, locked gate

Building behind it looks two stories tall

You do not recognize the building

No visible guards, just the wall itself

Some light coming in from windows but no one in front of the windows walking around

Some light lit on the second story

Sylvia's gonna jump over it ig but I have to play w thE CHILD

Sylvia wants to use a bear

R we using my dog

Or is asyna turning into a bear

No one's around it's night

We're gonna try picking the lock first ig

Oh nvm we're knocking

Asyna is knocking

Waits a little, no response

Door made out of solid wood but we're just gonna lockpick instead of letting adam destroy it

Theo tries lockpicking, puts ear to door and eventually can't pick open lock

If asyna turns into an animal she can open the door

Squirrel!asyna time does it ez

Rolls 15 for perception

Squirrel!asyna is on the wall, there's a pathway that goes forward and one branching off towards the left to what's probably a guest house

Adam is gonna send message, eventually we notice a groundskeeper w two mastiffs

They're kinda far from us, over 100 ft away they're just making rounds

Asyna might try to unlock the door as a squirrel

Strength check as squirrel

Dogs r getting closer

Asyna can't open it

Could knock when the groundskeepers r closer

When mastiff+groundskeeper come closer we'll try that

OOP just asyna is rolling initiative as a squirrel

Lmao rolled nat20

Asyna might die ???

Climbs up wall again

Gets onto top of wall

Older human gentleman just pulls dogs aside

Groundskeeper says we can't go in and eventually walks away

Adam "not even someone who has official business with the house's master ?"

Rolls a 9, groundskeeper says come back in the sun

There's a dirt path ???? One going forward towards a porch into the main building, and a side path that eventually diverges abt 50 feet up the path further into the courtyard

Not a manor w manicured gardens, otherwise just p flat

We're gonna stealthily run for it

We make it to the main door of the house, it's unlocked - doesn't even look like it could be traditionally locked bc it's just a display door

We forgot to lock the door we left

60 feet away

Adam is giving me bardic inspiration whispered

He's playing a soft lullaby

You RUN

Can kinda shut it, to left you see the two dogs and groundskeeper but they don't notice you and you sneak back

We go into the villa

Go in, shut the door haha frozen computer

We enter and see immediately to the left 15 ft away a shut door, further down the hallway a long dinner setup

Dinner table turned over on its side

Staircase and another set of doors to right

But most of all there r dead bodies littered in the hallway

Probs 10ish

Some dressed in typical guardsmen attire w spears, smaller number of bodies covered in zents attire

We hear sounds of active fighting upstairs

Inspect the dead bodies

No one recognized, one of them collapsed in front of a doorway leading into a

Five different exits including door we came from and stairs

Check the other exits

Naya is summoned but it doesn't work

Oh bc it's once a day

Nvm there are four different doorways

One w a guard slumped over in front of it

Go to door to immediate left

Adam stealthily cracks door open, looks like a storage room

There's a skinny 5ft wide staircase to the right

Gonna check another door

Peek into another room w two human men dressed in black zent robes w maces at their belts and at the sound of the door, turn and r shocked for a second

Cel goes first

Groot gets 6 for initiative idk if there r any modifiers

They're running forward to attack

U roll 17+4 for first insight

U have sneak attack against one of the targets

14 pts of damage gOD I'M SO SORRY Y'ALL I TOOK A FAT MINUTE

U run up and stab him and he looks p heavily wounded

Cel has tripped and fallen for reasons

U get 4 damage he tries to hit u in the head so the wooden part of the mace hits ur head

Asyna

Pulls out ice knife

21 to hit, going for the one that hit me

Rolls a 1 LMAO

Ice knife

Couldn't hit him w full attack but secondary part of the attack hit him and has some damage

Adam

Runs into line of sight, they look cut up but not bloodied

Casts vicious mockery on the one u stabbed

Points at hole in gut "I bet the hole in ur gut is not as large as the hole in your heart"

4 damage

Theo

Strikes and misses

Groot

2 damage

Dom's gonna

kill my dog

Other guy attacks theo

Hits

U do 5 damage

Ok so

Ig every time u fight

U can use sneak attack ??

9 pts to damage

Ok I think ur using sneak attack wrong

Adam technically saved ur dog

Asyna

Rolls nat20 to hit

Rolls

Kills the guy

"I mean, shillelagh"

Howls in pain, slumps over on the ground

It's the bald one the guy u stabbed

Adam

Casts vicious mockery

Threatens baldness

2 damage

Theo

2, no hit

Groot

Doesn't hit

Other guy

Trying to hit theo

Hits

3 damage

Aerana

Shortsword

6 damage

Asyna

8 to hit

12 hits

7 damage

Siiiiiis imagine killing both of them wait is he dead

Oop he's not dead yet tho

Adam

Vicious mockery

Lives

Theo

16 to hit

ROLLS A ONE

LILLIAN

Four damage

BRUH

Groot misses

Other guy

Drops his weapon

Adam walks into the room

"hey buddy . What's goin on ?"

Persuasion check at disadvantage

Might as well kill

You kill, groot pushes adam so adam doesn't see

#sn #6 #dnd #d&d #wdh #lmao #mn

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melodyofgraves · 6 years

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Chanevi Fluff ABCs

A/N: Huge thank you to the wonderful and talented @pixelburied for making this list ❤️

It was so fun to write! I had to slightly change some parts because of the era and I think maybe I might do it for modern AU as well. Or maybe just some of the letters...

Also, I’ve written most of these in a random order, over a few days, so I might be repeating myself a couple times. And sorry if the text has weird gaps or something, I tried to fix it but my computer doesn’t want to cooperate.

Hope you enjoy!

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Tagging: (please tell me if I forgot anyone or added someone by accident. I have a terrible memory): @hellospunkiebrewster @queerchoicesblog @brightpinkpeppercorn @itsbrindleybinch @pixieferry @akrenich @thehonorarybeaumont

A – Anger (What was their first fight about? Any big or recurring arguments?)

They don’t argue too much and if they do, it’s usually about really minor things and they talk it out rather quickly.

But the first major fight they had was quite early in their relationship. Yusuf was working late and when Bart heard about it, he decided to convince him to take a break and go for dinner together. Konevi, pale and with bloodshot eyes, was slouching over his desk in the stuffy room. Chambers also found out that he didn’t eat anything while working either. He got mad at Konevi for not taking care of himself and, though he quickly regretted it, yelled at him for being irresponsible. The sleep-deprived barrister got angry and yelled at him back, causing Bartholomew to leave, slamming the door on his way out.

Later that evening, Yusuf knocked on his door, not wanting either of them to fall asleep mad at each other. He apologized for yelling and told Bart about his early years as a barrister in England.

He told him how he always had to prove he was just as good, if not better than other young barristers, despite the fact that some people looked down on him only because of where he was from. He would forget to eat or sleep, focusing only on completing the task until he was successful. And even though those times were in the past, the old habit remained.

However, he promised to try and work on it.

Bart wrapped his arms around Konevi’s neck, pulling him closer and apologized for his behaviour as well. And promised to help him as much as he can.

That night they fall asleep next to each other in Bartholomew’s bed, embraced and no longer angry.

B – Best (What would they say is the other’s best trait?)

Yusuf just adores the cheerfulness Bart seems to bring wherever he goes. There’s something about him that always brightens Konevi’s day and it’s one of the many reasons he loves Bartholomew Chambers.

As for more physical traits, his partner’s smile never fails to make him feel better, even on the hardest of days.

Bart finds his intelligence very attractive. Konevi has that wonderful ability to talk about most complicated of topics without using too complicated words, so regardless of who he’s having a conversation with, they can actively participate in it without feeling stupid or less educated. Because Yusuf doesn’t have to use big words to prove he’s smart, he just is.

Another thing Chambers loves about his lover is his voice. It’s deep yet so smooth and sweet and somehow reminds Bart of honey. He also thinks Yusuf is an amazing singer so it’s a great shame he’s too shy about it to perform in front of other people.

C – Camera (How do they document their relationships? Who likes to take pictures? Or videos?)

They can’t really have any pictures or videos.

But they have one portrait together, painted by one and only Annabelle. They’re sitting together on a bench in the small garden outside their house, smiling softly at each other. They keep it in their bedchambers because they know hanging it might be dangerous.

Many years later, after they’re both long gone, some people would find the artwork. They would say it’s a beautiful picture of friendship, completely ignoring the love captured in their eyes or the way Bartholomew’s fingers brush over Konevi’s arm.

And there will be nobody to tell them how wrong they are.

D – Dates (What are their dates like?)

When the weather allows it, they always enjoy going on strolls, especially around the woods near Bartholomew’s house. It’s just so peaceful there, not a soul in sight.

They can walk around, holding hands and kissing as much as they want, and pretend like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. They talk about everything, share stories and laugh at each other’s jokes. Sometimes they go bird-watching, admiring all the beautiful species that live there, sometimes they have picnics at the nearby meadow.

On rainy days they stay home, where they read together, have a delicious meal or just spend most of it in each others’ arms. Bart also likes to play pianoforte and even managed to talk his partner into singing with him a few times.

Either way, nothing makes them happier than being able to spend some time together, just a two of them, and they try to make most of those little moments.

E – Early (What was the first month of dating like?)

The beginning of their relationship mostly took place in London. where they had to spend most of their time together in either of their flats, talking for hours about nothing and everything at the same time and dancing despite the lack of music.

They did manage to go out for dinner or for a walk quite a few times though. It was a matter of picking the time of the day when the streets were less crowded and they even manage to hold hands and sneak some kisses when it seemed the risk of being seen wasn’t too high.

F – Friends (How is their relationship with each other’s group of friends?)

Since their group of closest friends is rather small, only a few of most trusted people know about their relationship, after all, they are all quite fond of each other.

But when Yusuf introduced him to Prince Hamid for the first time, Bartholomew has to admit he was extremely nervous. He had neither the title nor wealth worthy of impressing an actual prince but really wanted Konevi’s friend to like him.

After all, he had very strong feelings for the barrister, their relationship was going quite well, and he didn’t want it to change because of Hamid’s disapproval. However, it took him less than five minutes of conversation with the prince to realize how wrong he was.

Hamid was actually very kind, treating Bart like an old friend, and soon they were both joking around and sharing some funny stories about Yusuf. And after they left, the prince just couldn’t stop smiling to himself, glad that he made a new friend and that his old friend found someone that obviously makes him happy.

G – Gifts (Do they like giving each other gifts? What kind?)

Bart strongly prefers getting sweets over any expensive gifts. So that’s what Yusuf usually gets him for most occasions, sometimes trying to make them himself but more often he just finds a bakery.

There are also days when he would just see someone selling pastries on his way home and immediately think about his Bart, getting some just to put a smile on his face, no occasion needed.

Yusuf always feels a little awkward when someone gives him a gift, so he always tells Chambers to not buy him anything. He prefers to celebrate days like his birthday and such by just spending it with his partner, a nice picnic or dinner much more appealing to him than any gift you can buy in a shop.

He’s also sure nothing could ever beat the handkerchief Bart gave him for their anniversary once. Chambers even asked Annabelle to teach him embroidering so he can decorate it with their initials and a little dove in the corner. The bird came out a little wonky but Yusuf thinks it makes the gift much more personal and always carries it in his pocket.

H – Hugs (All things involving hugs)

Bart just adores hugs. All of his closest friends can tell you that. On a few more casual occasions they meet, where they can ignore most of the rules of propriety, he just greets everyone by wrapping them into a big hug, which took Mr Sinclaire some of them time to get used to.

He also thinks Yusuf gives the best hugs ever. The height difference between them allows Chambers to hide his face in the man’s neck, enjoying the warmth of his skin and the smell of his cologne.

His favourite ones, however, are when they’re lying in bed, ready to fall asleep, and Konevi’s arms wrap around him, pulling him closer as his lover nuzzles the back of his neck. And Bartholomew feels so happy and safe that he wishes they could stay like this forever.

I – Inside Jokes (Do they have any?)

There was a situation that Yusuf likes to refer to „The Hawfinch Incident” and just loves to tease his partner about it.

During one of their frequent strolls nearby Bartholomew’s house, Konevi heard the man gasp suddenly as he pointed at the tall oak. There was a small bird, perched on one of the highest branches. „I think it’s a hawfinch!” he squealed, and before the barrister could react, Chambers was already climbing up the tree next to it to take a closer look without scaring the animal off.

Seconds later Yusuf watched in horror as his foot slipped and the man he loved fell down to the ground. Fortunately, Bart didn’t manage to get too far. He ended with only a sprained ankle and slight embarrassment as the barrister had to carry him home on his back. The staff greeted them with some raised eyebrows but they didn’t ask too many questions.

Now, whenever they pass a bird on a tree, Yusuf either grabs Bartholomew’s hand, as if to prevent him from running away again or just gives him an amused look and Bart just chuckles, still slightly blushing at the memory.

J – Jealousy (Who gets jealous easier? How do they show their jealousy?)

Neither of them is a jealous type. At least about other people.

However, sometimes Bart gets just a bit jealous when Yusuf is too occupied with the work to even talk to his partner for a whole day. So he made it his mission to distract him, at least for a moment.

When Bartholomew decides that the barrister could use a break, he pays him a visit in his office. He stands behind his chair, the man engrossed in his work, and wraps his arms around Konevi’s neck, kissing his temple, cheeks or jaw until he has to take his eyes off the papers on his desk and focus on his partner instead. Then they usually talk for a while, spend some time in each others’ arms, sometimes go for a walk or a meal before the barrister goes back to work. And that’s when Bart deems his mission successful.

K – Kiss (How do they kiss? Who usually initiates?)

Bart is shorter than his partner so he likes to take an opportunity of when Konevi is sitting or lying on the bed because it makes it much easier to kiss him softly. Other times, he just puts his hand on Yusuf’s cheeks or tugs on his coat to make him lean down slightly. However, he’s a perfect height for getting lots of forehead kisses without much effort.

Konevi usually just looks for a way from the prying eyes, even if just for a moment, to gently brush his lips against Bart’s. Or he pulls him close, kissing him passionately seconds after they shut the front door behind themselves, finally alone. He also just loves peppering his partner’s face with lots of kisses first thing in the morning.

L – Love (How do they first say those three words?)

It was the day after Bart’s visit to the opera, during the London season. They met in Konevi’s flat for some tea, sitting across each other at the small table, and the barrister was just staring at Chambers, sharing some funny stories from previous night while stuffing his mouth with some biscuits.

He was just describing how Duke Richards threw a tantrum in the middle of a street when he couldn’t find Lady Lucy to take her to her townhouse and as Yusuf just looked at him, at this beautiful smile and those blue sparkling eyes, he felt his heart beat faster.

„Oh gosh, I love you.” he blurted out, suddenly realizing he said it out loud. Bartholomew stopped talking, nearly choking on the biscuit he was eating, and stared at him with wide eyes. „I didn’t mean to say it! I mean, I do love you, truly, but I was waiting for maybe a better moment and I just… Remember you don’t have to say it back! I don’t want you to feel pressured or…”

He was cut off by Bart’s lips, pressing against his in a soft kiss as the man was awkwardly leaning across the table. After a moment they pulled away and he only saw those blue eyes, staring at him, full of affection.

„I love you too. Truly.”

M – Movies (What kinds of movies do they watch together? Is it a regular Netflix ritual?)

For obvious reasons, they can really watch movies.

However, they do love to read together. Sometimes they just sit side by side, Bart eyes glued to the pages of one of his favourite romance novels as he leans against Yusuf’side, the man too engrossed in his mystery book to even notice.

Other times, when they find something they both enjoy, Chambers requests that his partner reads it out loud. Then he usually rests his head on Konevi’s lap, closing eyes and enjoying the sound of his voice.

N – Nicknames (Things they call each other)

Yusuf usually calls his partner „love” and Bart favourite nickname for him is „dear”. Pretty standard.

But when Mrs Elkins, one of the oldest servants of the Chambers family, told Yusuf that his partner’s childhood nickname was „duckling”, he thought it was too cute to ignore. Apparently, it was because of his favourite toy he used to drag with him everywhere when he was younger and most of the people close to the boy just started calling that.

So that evening, as they were getting ready for sleep, Yusuf wanted to see how his reaction. They got under the covers, share one more kiss and Konevi wrapped his arms around the man, as usual.

„Goodnight, dear.”

„Goodnight, duckling.”

Chambers immediately turned around, facing his partner, and Yusuf knew they won’t be going to sleep as soon as he thought they would. But he decided that the adorable pout he saw on Bart’s blushing face was worth it.

O – One (Tell us about the moment they realized they were with the one.)

For Bart, it was the moment he saw Konevi on the dance floor, dancing with one of the ladies there. They’ve been seeing each other for some time already but when he saw the man move smoothly to the music, effortlessly yet with such precision, and felt his heart beat faster.

He’s been with two other relationships before he met the barrister but never had such strong feelings for anyone before. He didn’t even know how to describe it until that moment. And then he just realized that Yusuf is the man he would like to spend his life with.

Yusuf, on the other hand, doesn’t really know when that happened. It seems like he just woke up one day, looking at the face of his lover, and knew that Bart was the one. His heart just filled with so much happiness when they were together, that he just couldn’t imagine being with anybody else.

P – Pizza (What is their favourite food to eat together?)

Probably biscuits, especially the ones they make together. It’s something they both enjoy and, after some years of practice, they managed to get quite good at it. Even their friends often compliment how delicious their biscuits are.

The couple’s favourite way to eat them is while having a picnic. They just sit on the blanket, enjoying the fresh air and not caring about decorum at all, and feed each other pieces of the pastries.

Q – Quit (Do they break up? Almost break up? What happened?)

The closest they get to end their relationship was after Yusuf told his lover he might be forced to return home.

They knew the distance between them would be too great for them to continue being together. And that brought the tears to their eyes and made their hearts ache. They spend that night, the night before the Duke’s ball, lying on the bed in each others’ arms. Wanting to spend their remaining time together as close as possible. Sharing kisses they thought would be their last. Trying to think of any way to prevent their parting. And crying themselves to sleep when they couldn’t find any solution to the problem.

And they would forever be grateful to Lady Lucy for helping them in this tough situation.

R – Rainy Days (How do they comfort each other on dark days?)

Their favourite place to seek comfort is in the other’s arms.

Konevi prefers to not talk much when he’s going through some tough time so most of the times he just finds Chambers and pulls him into a hug, trying to get as close as possible. Then they usually lie in bed, holding each other, Yusuf listens to his partner’s heartbeat as Bart strokes his hair and whispers that it will be alright and that he loves him very much.

Bartholomew, on the other hand, sometimes needs to let it all out. So Yusuf just wraps arms around him and just listens patiently to everything his partner has to say, from time to time wiping his tears away or kissing the top of his head. If possible, he also likes to bring Chambers some sweets since they always seem to cheer him up at least a bit.

S – Soft (Something one of them did that turned the other into absolute mush)

The first time Yusuf saw Bart holding little Sophia Sinclaire in his arms, he felt like his heart melted. He never really imagined himself wanting a child before but the sight of Chambers with his goddaughter, the way he looked at the girl, Konevi couldn’t help wonder if maybe one day they could take in a ward.

He definitely needs to discuss it with Bart and Annabelle in the future.

T – Texting (Do they text each other a lot? What do they usually talk about over the phone?)

Using a phone isn’t an option for them, for obvious reasons, but they do write letters to each other whenever they’re apart.

Also, on days when Yusuf has to leave early, often while Bart is still asleep, he places little notes near the bed, on his pillow, the nightstand or beside his lover’s clothes.

Usually, he writes a simple “I love you” or wishes his lover a nice day. Sometimes he asks Bartholomew to join him for a dinner later.

He even tried writing a little poem a couple times, and he thinks they’re absolutely terrible, but Bart keeps every single one of these notes in a special wooden box under the bed, along with their letters.

U – Unique (Tell us about some of their odd habits that surprised one another.)

Yusuf was certainly surprised about Chambers being so interested in ornithology.

He found it kind of adorable though, how passionate he was about the topic and could listen to him talking for hours, asking questions and trying to understand some terms he hasn’t heard before.

The first time Bart heard his partner sing was also when he found out that Konevi does it in his sleep. Apparently, ever since he was a child, it’s something that would happen when he has a particularly good dream.

It’s quiet enough to not disturb Bartholomew’s sleep but clear enough for him to actually make out most of the words. Sometimes Yusuf sings softly in his native language, sometimes in English. But either way, Bart finds it strangely adorable and loves to tease him about it, saying that with such a beautiful voice he should have picked a different profession.

V – Vanity (Something they’re proud of in themselves and their partner)

Bart is quite proud of his dancing skills since it’s something he enjoys and is good at.

He could spend hours naming all the things he's proud of in his partner though. His dedication and diligence when it comes to his profession, his intelligence, his kind heart…

However, if he was to admit a much more selfish trait, it would also be how good-looking Yusuf is. He feels a weird sense of pride whenever he hears some ladies talking about that handsome barrister and enjoys the fact that this man’s heart already belongs to him just as just as his heart belongs to Yusuf.

Konevi is proud of his ability to read people. His great at guessing their motivations and intentions based mainly on a short conversation and body language. And that helped him in life a number of times.

He admires how easy it is for Bart to make friends. He seems to always know what to say and acts friendly in every situation, not paying any attention to the titles or wealth of the people he's talking to. It’s just really hard not to like him, at least for most people.

W – Wedding (Tell us about your wedding headcanon if they’ve gotten that far. Or if not, have they talked about it?)

Unfortunately, there was no way for them to have a traditional wedding, not in the times they lived in. But not many people know that they had their own little ceremony. At home. They organized a small party, written their vows and celebrated their love with their closest friends.

Since Bartholomew has always loved weddings but couldn’t marry the person he actually wanted to, Yusuf decided to find a way. And years later, Chambers looks back at it as his real wedding, rather than the marriage of convenience he had with Annabelle. At the memory brings the happiest smile to his face.

X – X (Something they hate about the other)

Maybe the word hate is too strong but Chambers is annoyed by two things about his lover:

1. How he tends to overwork himself.

2. How much he drinks at some events.

It’s not like he gets so drunk he passes out or anything like that. He just gets rather affectionate when tipsy.

Which Bartholomew is completely fine with when they are behind the closed doors, where Yusuf can give him all the kisses and cuddles and talk about how much he loves Bartie as much as he wants.

The problem appears at social gatherings. Yusuf tends to gaze lovingly at him for too long or make seemingly innocent jokes that make Bart’s cheek heat up until Chambers finally gets him outside for some fresh air.

Konevi, on the other hand, dislikes how good Bartholomew is at distracting him from work.

How just his presence and a few kisses causes barrister to lose focus.

Or how convincing he is when he wants Yusuf to stay in bed with him just a little longer.

And how hard it is to say no to these puppy eyes of his.

But despite things like that, they wouldn’t want to spend their life with anyone else.

Y – Youtube (What are they like online? Do they post about their relationship constantly?)

For obvious reasons, it’s not easy to answer this question.

However, it’s worth saying that Mr Chambers has a rather hard time not talking about his partner. Especially when they’re apart, even if only for a day or so.

Mrs Annabelle Parsons swears she would have an impressive fortune if someone offered her a penny for every time she heard Bartholomew ramble about just how much he loves the barrister, how much he misses him when he’s away or even how beautiful and golden his eyes look in the sun. It would be almost cute if it wasn’t so annoying.

Finally, she decided to get Bart a journal for his birthday, so he can pour all this love and thoughts there and leave her alone.

Z – Zoo (Are they into animals? Do they want pets? What kind?)

When Bart was younger, he dreamed about having a pet parrot. But he quickly realized he didn’t have the money or space to take care of it in a way those beautiful creatures deserved to be treated.

However, his favourite pastime was observing the local birds. If he was being honest, while the caged birds, he saw in some of the nobles’ houses, were beautiful, there was something about seeing those gorgeous animals free that put a wide smile on his face.

And Yusuf was always happy to join him. He admired the absolute focus on Bartholomew’s face, the passion in his eyes and the calm way he approached the animals but also found it so captivating it was difficult to keep his hands off his partner. So most of their trips had to involve kissing breaks. Lots of them, actually. But they wouldn’t have it any other way.

#chanevi #fluff abc #desire and decorum #chambers x konevi #mr chambers #mr konevi #i don't love all of these #but i kinda like some of the letters #i think ill even write a few into actual fics #because i have so many ideas #thank you K !#scheduled post #because its 3 am now and im still on a break

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tranqueenila · 5 years

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Innuendo.

May 15, 2018. 11:45 PM.

Dear diary,

The day went just as usual. I attended the lectures, I did my chores, I had a workout session from 4:00 to 5:00 PM, joining in the pilates. Nothing special really happened, not really. But there was something that caught my attention. Again, it was not very special. At least not until I really figured it out. During my break, I was damn ravenous that I ran my way to the café straight away just to remember that I left my wallet in my locker. So I did. I turned around, got to my locker, unlocked it and something dropped. It was a piece of paper, probably folded three times that it became smaller— small enough to be able to slip through the slit. I opened the paper and ‘I love your smile’ was inked onto the sheet. There was a little ‘K’ in slight cursive at the bottom, perhaps it was the initial of this anonymous sender. It was too cute, diary. I would be lying if I said I didn’t smile immediately, but I didn’t know who this was. Still very clueless about it. It could be harmful, too. But that was what it was. Until then. Jane’s signing out.

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May 22, 2018. 10:00PM.

Dear diary,

Let’s skip the boring bits. I received another anonymous note, probably no, definitely from the same person. This time, they wrote ‘I love how you’d blush while reading my note too’ and I swear to God I frantically turned around to scan my surrounding. I’m pretty prominent at school, almost everybody knows me but I don’t. I don’t even know if the sender was a girl or a guy. Could it be.. Krystal? Hell no, she’s my best friend and she’s dating our senior, Hyunsik. K... mm. Kai? No, no. But what I want to clarify here is that, I’m not even into relationships, but this is pretty fun. Isn’t it? I’m looking forward for more notes tomorrow. Ugh, I can’t help but to draw out an imaginary figure out of this. Until then, diary! Jane’s signing out!

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May 29, 2018. 11:00PM.

Dear diary,

I GOT ANOTHER NOTE BUT THIS TIME IT’S A GAME ON. Damn. I got another note. Two, in fact. One said ‘And the way you’d find me in the crowd, clueless and adorable’. Huft.

And another one, ‘Let’s play a game, Jennie love. Tomorrow, during the break, go to the café. Order your favourite drink. This is a perilous mission, because you see, you don’t know me. Yet. But I know you. My knowledge might be limited and I’d say the game’s over if you choose a different drink, though I know you’re keen to know who I am. See you, princess.’

CRAZY. That’s all for today, diary. I need to sleep to be able to do well (for what, really?) tomorrow. Jane’s signing out while yelling! K!

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MAY 30, 2018.

The alarm rang in Jennie’s ears, putting a halt to her beauty sleep and made her eyes sprung open in a split second. She was dreaming about her secret admirer and she couldn’t help but to feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Rolling on her stomach, she gazed out through the transparent curtains that hung low on her window panel. It was still dark outside, understandable since it was 06:00 in the morning. Too early, she knew. But she had to make sure she didn’t run late to school today. She had to make sure she looked good, and all those weird stuffs that she never really cared about before. She was never a fan of going all-out for an outfit, but damn, she dressed to kill. She could wear a pair of button-up pants with a croptop, a thin cardigan and would still pull that look off. People often called her the woman of fashion, the walking gucci. No doubts though, she gave those vibes. And perhaps, she would make a good use of that today.

Pushing herself off the bed, she tidied up the bed, pulling on the comforters before dashing her way to the bathroom. It was a good morning shower; warm and refreshing. Definitely a good way to kick off her day. 06:40AM, and she was clad in black cropped knitted sweaters with a pair of leggings that hugged her slim legs far too perfectly. Not bad, she hushed. Once she was satisfied with her daily look, she grabber her bag and jumped her way downstairs. The last thing she heard was her mom’s ‘Be home safe, darling!’ before the door was shut behind her.

Sure, mom. It’s gonna be a long day.

—

Jennie idly tapped the back of the pen against her notebook, eyes following the slides that her lecturer had been showing for the past one hour. It bored the hell out of her. Politic was her least favourite subject, the one she would definitely drop without having the second thought. But now she had to sit for two hours, listening to rambles about this and whatnots. People cannot really blame her though. The lecturer’s voice itself was able to put her to sleep.

But no, not that day. She just couldn’t stop thinking about the notes, the hints. What, was she gonna buy the drink and this ‘K’ person would come out, serving the drink for her? Or, would this person be there too, so that they can have this cliché moment of putting the same order? Or, or—

Enough, Jennie, shush!

She shook her head, trying her best to bring her full attention back to the lesson. The smile that was once on her lips broadened, cheeks obviously reddened, leaving her soft and mushy in her seat while thinking of the possibilities that might occur in this so-called game. It was not even long (or maybe it was, she just lost track of time) until the bell rang and the class was soon dismissed. It was hella quick, as if God heard her undying prayers but that didn’t really matter.

Quickly, she got up from her seat, her cheerful visage could not hide the indescribable feelings that she contained in her big heart as she paved her way to the café. She was glancing around the colossal venue more often than not, obviously attempting to feed her curiosity about this person: the person that made her feel things just by dropping anonymous notes in her locker, the person that she had been writing about very constantly in her diary for the past two weeks. She had to meet them, whoever it may be. She had to. Without herself realising, she was already standing in front of the counter, eyes raking over the menu list on the wall although it was pointless because she knew exactly what her favourite drink was.

“Yes, Miss?” Came a voice of the person behind the counter. It was the same middle-aged lady, the one who had always been serving whenever Jennie dropped by.

“Iced lemonade, please.” She said, keeping herself poised as always with a cordial smile spread across her face, in which was gladly mirrored by the lady before she disappeared to make her drink. After a while, she came back and handed it to Jennie. It was the same bottle, the same texture, the same colour. Probably had the same taste too. There was nothing special, everything was the same— not until she noticed something written just a little below the logo. It said ‘Gotchu. Move to the assemble hall, see ya’, and those words caused Jennie to frown. In a good way, maybe. So demanding, she heaved.

But she did it, anyway. She turned on her heels and paced towards the addressed venue, at the same time sipping on her drink. It was fresh and energising, lifting Jennie’s insides in great sensation that never failed to make her happy. Maybe too happy, even, as she began to jump on her steps lightly. It was as if the short journey was accompanied by the rhythm of an anime’s opening song, clearly affecting Jennie’s already vivacious emotions. She rounded the final corner and there she was, in the middle of the empty hall.

Odd.

She pouted, trying to find the glimpse of anybody that might pass by. It was a spacious hall, and it was gonna take her the entire day to go through everything. She was about to exit though, thinking that it was too much of a task for her to do before she actually noticed a bouquet of flower at the side of the door, gaze drawing up just to see a big arrow pointing to the left with a big ‘This way, princess!’ atop. Look, Jennie hated to admit this but god damn it, this whole thing was so cute? Precious little being this person was.

“Coming,” Jennie breathed, hugging the bouquet close to her chest before she followed the direction. There was an opened door ahead of her, and she stepped in thinking that it was the only way. The moment she stepped in, she was greeted with a white blinding wall with tiny arrows about half of her height; horizontally arranged to continue guiding the petite girl in order to find her way out. It was just like the store room, but a week ago, the students council decided to paint ‘em new. Scratch that, it was not so important. Out of curiosity, she followed on, and she found another exit at one end of the room.

Jennie enjoyed every little ride, with cute little hints here and there, now and then. But this was getting too much. She wanted to know! Immediately, Jennie twisted the doorknob and extricated herself, warmly welcomed by the rays of sunlight and the greenery grass. It was a whole new dimension honestly, compared to the surrounding in the building. Everything was so exquisite, but the little box in the middle of the garden was the highlight of her view. It was a tiny box, not so tiny but a palm-sized box, tied with a white balloon. Cute.

She crouched forward, and the moment she was on her feet again, she felt a taller figure standing in front of her. She just knew it was gonna be someone taller by the look of this person’s shadow enveloping hers. Now that the chance was just before her, Jennie couldn’t bring herself to lift her head. Heck, she felt like she had no strength to do it. Scared? A bit, maybe. Nervous? Definitely. All these feelings were mixing that she felt as if her stomach was lifted up to her throat. You can do this, Jennie. You can, you will. Just lift your head and—

“Princess?” was heard. It was the voice of a male. So it was a he. She stayed silent, hand gripping the bottle of lemonade while biting her lower lip hard. She could barely produce any sound, but after a little debate whether or not to respond, she managed to hum out in reply.

“Aren’t you curious about your, uh, secret admirer?” He asked, and Jennie could tell that he tipped his head to one side. She could even imagine that he was raising his brows with an amused smile on his face. Ugh.

“O— of course. I mean,” Jennie said in a mere whisper, is now fiddling with the ribbon that tied the bouquet lightly. She was very positive that she blushed madly at this rate, but she stayed on nonetheless as she observed the movement of his shadow. His shadow. Right, she didn’t know his name yet.

“Lift up your head. Look at me.” He commanded, his hands were slipped into the pockets of his pants as he waited patiently. Jennie took a deep breath, coaxing herself in silent voice before she obeyed; lifting her head a degree each second, eyes still squeezed closed until she felt like she had faced him. Her eyes were shut, lips pressed into a thin line as she breathed out a quiet ‘done’.

The stranger shook his head, clicking on his tongue with a swift “Nu’uh, princess, open up”. Without any warning, Jennie felt the pad of his thumb caressing her eyelid, taking her by surprise but she didn’t even flinch. It took the last bits of her sanity for her to finally peer her eyes open, slowly drawing the outline of the man in front of her; it started as a silhouette, blurry figure came into view until she finally saw him in person. And holy cow.

It was Daniel. Kang Daniel.

Jennie gasped, taking a step backwards with her eyes widened. Here’s the story. Daniel was one of the most outstanding students there. He excelled in studies, sports, everything. He had a great built body, not too broad, not too big but just perfect for someone around his height, that full attractive face that seemed like it was perfectly crafted by God himself. Everything about him was surreal that he might as well been God’s best creature. And nobody knew this but Jennie had always been admiring him, having a masive crush on this guy. She would always drop by the field to watch him play, sometimes peeking through the window of his classes, and weird, stalk-worthy stuffs like that. Never once in her wildest dream she would ever think Daniel could be her secret admirer— she never even thought of that. But now, here he was, standing like three feets before her, eyes meeting hers with that dazzling smile that caused her heart to skip a beat. It was thumping so hard and loud against her ribcage that she was afraid that it might can be heard by the latter. Grinning, Daniel inched his face closer.

“Well. .” He said, scratching the back of his nape awkwardly with the same smile. It was obvious that she caught Jennie staring at him more often than not, causing him to feel a little shy under the powerful girl’s gaze. “Um, it’s me. Daniel. Kang Daniel, if you don’t know what the K stands for.” He continued, chuckling at how dumbfounded and speechless she was. He gave her another minute to digest the information, and when she seemed to relax a little, Daniel added on. “Open the box, please.”

Jennie did, fumbling on the box at first. She felt like everything was in a slow motion, so it took her longer to process what he was saying. With a swift flick, a ring was seen. It was silver, shining, with a little diamond on top. She gasped, meeting Daniel’s gaze again in confirmation as he gestured the small folded note in the box. This guy was full of mysteries, rather pouring out his feelings into words instead of saying them out loud. Jennie, more than delighted to do it, unfolded the paper and she read it out loud for both of them.

“Will you be my girlfriend. .?”

Jennie gasped for the nth times, holding the ring in her thumb while looking up at Daniel again. He was red; probably embarrassed too to confess without any warning. She was about to ask him before he silenced her down, quickly got into the post to explain everything.

“Hey, I. . I understand if it’s too soon. But I’ve adored you since ever you came in. I couldn’t help but to watch you every time you got into the class, put down your bag first and took out your notebook then lastly your pencil case. I couldn’t help but to eye your choice of food and drink in café; how you’d purse your lips and tap your chin when you had to make a choice. I couldn’t help but to have a crush on you. I noticed how you’ve been dropping by to watch me— no, maybe not me in particular, but I hoped it was for me that you stopped by the field. I noticed everything and it took everything I had to finally slip in the notes in your locker. It took my entire self confidence to even started this game! So. . will you be my girlfriend, Jennie? I promise I will make you happy. I even learnt how to make a great lemonade to give to you and—”

“Yes, I do.” Jennie said, cutting him short. Her answer seemed to catch him offguard, from the way his eyes wandered bewilderedly in surprise.

“W— what?” He stuttered, his ears reddened.

“I said, yes. I do. I want to be your girlfriend.” Jennie repeated, this time with a wide smile. She couldn’t help the blush creeping up her cheeks but it reached the peak of her emotions when Daniel suddenly whooped her up into his arms, hugging her frame close to him while spinning her around. It was a joyful moment to cherish, both of them holding each other as the bouquet fell on the ground. Neither of them wanted to let go though, by now Jennie had her arms around his neck to support herself.

“My girlfriend.” Daniel cooed, stopping the pirouette while pressing his lips on the side of her head, nose dipping through some loose strands of her hair to inhale her shampoo scent. Those words brought a smile to her lips. Who thought that would be true? Knowing your crush was having a big fat crush on you and now having your crush hugging you so tightly in his arms? Jennie couldn’t relate because she was living that moment right now. “I love you.”

Frankly, Jennie had never been someone who got into relationships often. By now, she had only one ex, probably, and it was about four years ago. She felt like relationships need so much commitments that she couldn’t give. But now. . hearing those three words coming from someone that she had been admiring so lovingly for so long, being held in his arms protectively as if she was the only valuable thing ever existed in this cruel world, too small, too soft, too fragile that he was afraid even the wind could break her apart— she knew it herself that she loved him too. She loved the feeling of love that she had at the moment.

“I love you too, Daniel.” Their lips met, eyes closing in pure ectasy before she pulled away to resume her words. “I love you so much. Thank you for dropping the hints.”

“Always, baby.”

“Always.”

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Weekly Spotlight #6

Welcome, Welcome, one and all~!

To the Weekly Spotlight

In honor of this sppppooooooppppyyy season, this week’s spotlight is....

*drumroll* *very pathetic trumpet*

Over The Garden Wall

So, this series isn’t very old. The pilot aired in 2013 and the full mini-series aired in 2014; thus it’s very easy to say that this show is very fresh in my mind.

When this show was first airing, I remember watching part of an episode of it and becoming very intrigued. Initially, I felt no desire to watch it as when they were advertising the special, this originally gave me the vibe of The Misadventures of Flapjack, Chowder, and other rather strange and, at times, grotesque cartoons that never really tickled my fancy. So, I was more than willing to let this series slide off my radar and into some obscure corner of my knowledge never to be heard of or talked about ever again.

But one day, a episode happened to be playing and, for whatever reason, I found myself watching. I knew I was about to leave the house soon so watching some TV show I never really cared all that much about didn’t seem like a bad option at the time. The episode I was watching, I’ve come to learn, was Mad Love. I didn’t actually start from the beginning of the episode, if I remember correctly, but I started near the beginning. Here they were talking about how Quincy Endicott had somehow managed to fall in love with a painting in his labyrinth of a mansion and I ended the episode with the revelation about Beatrice and the heart-to-heart that Wirt and Beatrice had.

It was then that I knew I had to sit down and watch this show from the beginning. I could feel it in my bones that this show had potential and that it would continue on for a long time.

It ended four days later and I felt like I had missed out on something very special. I never realized it was only a mini-series and as a result, I felt that I saw something very beautiful be snuffed out very quickly. I’d have this curiosity and regret linger in the back spaces of my mind for several years. During this time, I’d see videos pop up on YouTube now and again, talking about Over The Garden Wall: analyses on the writing and why the series was so good, cosplay, various musicians playing music from its soundtrack. Over all, I got the impression that the series was something to celebrate and so I added it to my list of series that one day I’d sit down and watch.

But every fall season, Over The Garden Wall would pop up on my radar now and again and I knew that this time I had to sit down and watch it. Luckily, Over The Garden Wall was on Hulu so I snuggled up in my pajamas and fuzzy blanket and spent a little over 2 hours watching this series.

So, why don’t we take a look at its history?

This mini-series was a created by Patrick McHale for Cartoon Network in 2014. Originally, the series was pitched under the title, Tome of the Unknown, in 2006, however the series was much different than the one that was aired. It was originally designed to follow two brothers, Walter and Gregory, as they travel the Land of the In-Between to track down pages from a book of forgotten stories after signing themselves into a contract with a devil named, Old Scratch. However, McHale had difficulties creating a larger story arc for the series and as a result, it was placed on hold for a number of years.

McHale would go on to storyboard for The Misadventures of Flapjack (makes sense why I got that vibe) and co-develop the famous Adventure Time where he would serve as Creative Director and eventually, as a writer. After having more experience underneath his belt, Cartoon Network returned to McHale and asked if he would like to pilot another series. McHale, then, returned to Tome of the Unknown; polished it up; pitched it to the network again; and it would pilot on Cartoon Network in 2013. After having piloted the episode, McHale sat down with the network again where they would decide that instead of an entire, full-blown series, they would simply trim it to a mini-series that would air over 5 days. It was initially envisioned as an 18 chapter (or 18 episode) series but due to budget and time constraints, it was trimmed down to 10 episodes

The interesting thing about this series is that I don’t think I’ve ever had the opportunity to experience another cartoon as dark yet oddly whimsical as this series. In some regards, I would almost like to call it a darker version of Studio Ghibli’s Howl’s Moving Castle but even then, I don’t think that it would actually do this series justice with that sort of comparison. As I was watching this series, I couldn’t help but feel a similar feeling as when I played those one-sentence stories games as a kid. You know which one I’m talking about! Everyone is gathered in a circle, or a campfire in my case, and each person had to say a sentence that would add to the story. You couldn’t change what the previous person said, but you could change the context of how it would affect the story.

For example, if someone said a sentence along the lines of, “Trapped inside the closet, Susie began to cry loudly and alerted the monster of her hiding place.” that doesn’t exactly leave you with a whole lot to work with. Your immediate conclusion is that the monster will find Susie and that she will be eat/maimed/destroyed/etc. However, with a little bit of creativity, you can change the situation to something like this, “Susie, frantically searching for some sort of weapon to defend herself, finds a panel on the back wall of the closet that leads to some place that was not part of the house.” This can lead you to a crazy situation where Susie might find Narnia, or another dimension that is almost exactly like this one, or that there’s a curse on the house because a body in this secret, unmapped room of the house. The situation that you start with won’t be the situation you end with and the only rules are that you can’t undo what was already said and you can only add one sentence. And this is what I felt was going on.

Rampaging gorillas became long-lost loves in animal suits. Graves dug for the main characters ended up being skeletons for pumpkin people. Ferry rides for frog people turned out being a migration for hibernation. The things that you expected would turn on their heads very suddenly and what seemed terrible and fraught with dangers, would end rather cheerfully and full of hope. I felt like it was such an important lesson for young and old alike and I’m very happy this ended up being such a staple theme of the series.

As a sibling myself, I thought that the brother interactions were pretty accurate enough. Wirt likes to blame his brother for all his woes and get rather annoyed with his upbeat attitude; it was funny how much of my younger self I saw in Wirt and there were so many times I had to laugh and cringe at the true renditions of being a Freshman in high school. Greg never dumb, or naive which is something many, many cartoons like to paint younger siblings. I will easy admit that my brother is a whole lot smarter than I was at his age. (Doesn’t make him less of a brat but still!) So having Greg be that rock for Wirt and to help stabilize him when he starts overthinking things and panicking underneath the responsibility of taking care of him was such a refreshing thing to see in cartoons. It felt oddly real.

Some of the shining jewels in this series’s crown is how heartwarming and touching some of the more serious moments of the series is. In the last episode, I found myself fighting back tears despite the fact that I already knew what type of end was coming. (Of course, things were turned on their head as they always were but regardless.) These heart-to-heart discussions and these moments of #realtalk really tugged at my heartstrings and made me feel about ten years younger. But even the whimsical moments were always fun and weird. Did some of the humor fall flat? Yeah, but that’s also because it wasn’t meant for me. Other instances of humor however had me snickering at the realism of such an absurd situation. It was simply a pleasure to watch.

It’s darker tones and moments of horror is such an interesting thing to see in a children’s medium that it almost becomes a rare thing to pull off well. For those of you who grew up with Courage the Cowardly Dog, I’m sure you remember at least a portion of the fear you used to have watching a couple of these episodes. But one of the interesting things about Courage is that there was never any threat of death in the series. Courage’s family might be turned into battle robots, or turned into grotesque creatures, or some unknown horrific happenstance occur, but never really any threat of death. In this series however, that’s the main threat that prevails throughout the course of events. By the end of the series, we know why this is the case, but that still doesn’t make it any less of a gutsy move by its creators. On top of this, it’s so cool and interesting to see all of the little Easter eggs that plant in each episode that point to the twist at the end of the series. Although the series may be a bit too scary for younger kids, you can easily see that this series was intended for as many audiences as they could fit into such a short run.

I think the little things in this series is what shines through the most. The soundtrack was stellar, oh my word!! The voice acting, although at first seemed pretty generic, really fit the tone of the series and breathed life into these quirky characters. Even though the animation itself is pretty cheap (Flash animation isn’t the greatest ya’ll), the backgrounds are stunning to look at and the character designs were very creative and interesting to watch. Each part of this animation played well into the other to the point that the entire piece felt like a wonderful, cohesive whole. Not many cartoons can say that. Not many pieces of art can say that. For that, I salute the entire team of Over The Garden Wall for creating something so wonderful to indulge in. Although part of me wishes that this could have been a full series, I realize that to do so would ruin the good of what I have, so I am content to leave things as they are. However, if anyone has a suggestion for any similar series, send them to my inbox because I will definitely check it out.

For many people, The Nightmare Before Christmas is a Halloween/Christmas tradition. For others, many like to watch Soul Eater for its spooky themes. Still others will watch classic scary movies like Psycho, or The Shining, or Nightmare on Elmstreet for their scares.

For me, this’ll be my new Halloween tradition. The harvest-time aesthetic. The Halloween-like themes. All of it screams everything Halloween was for me growing up and man, did I love enjoy this piece of media.

Overall, this series easily rates a 9 out of 10 on my scale.

It has very few flaws in it (even now I’m having a hard time picking them out) but they’re still there. Perfection is such a hard thing to achieve so I doubt there will ever be a series that reaches a 10/10 on my scale but the fact that it got a 9? It speaks volumes to this series.

I’ll gladly watch this every Halloween. I wouldn’t even mind watching this even more than once a year. I heartily recommend this series to everyone who hasn’t watch it before, even if you don’t like the more bizarre series of Flapjack and Adventure Time. I do adore this series. And it will forever hang in my Hall of Fame for being such a beautiful and fantastic series.

If there are any corrections you’d like to make in regards to this post, please feel free to send me a message with your corrections and I’ll get back to it as soon as I can!

Do you remember a cartoon your friends have never heard of? Got a scene from an animated film that you’re dying to know the name to? Send your questions to The Cartoon Archivist and I’ll see what I’ve got in the vault!

#over the garden wall #otgw #Cartoon network #2010~2015 #miniseries #weekly spotlight #halloween traditions #god I want to watch again already #I literally binged this series yesterday but I still wanna watch it again #i have a problem

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edelwary · 7 years

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The Voltron Channel

At first they thought it was going to be :

Pidge does the glasses 101 ; she has like, seven (7) pairs and more since she ‘’borrowed’’ some of Allura's and Lance's too. Hunk is best Headband and bangs chooser. Lance is skincare routine forever Shiro's eye make-up tutorial kills, he team up with Lance for Body-loving vids, like 'love your scars' or 'your tan is fine' ones Keith helps you do your hair but never washes his Allura is your sparkly nails gf ; her nails are perfect for nail-art Coran and body-hair are a thing Shay, Plaxum, Nyma and a girl with really pretty hair come sometimes to add some value Matt is This Guy behind the camera

But then it evolved in :

Pidge : Her fashion runway is mostly focused on shoes. So much shoes. She's the girl who does unboxing and hauls of crazy and weird stuff. She tries them and if it's tech, mostly hack and rewrite them. She founds the weirdest items, and her room is a mess because she never gets rid of them. They stay. She's a lot of cacti. It's just a thing. She has anime review vids too. It's lovely because she's really into it. She has a series of drones reboots. She built some with Hunk too. The garden is full of crashed drones. It's ''art''. Allura trips on them more than you think. She comes with names for every single one of them. Sometimes they have flight fight with Lance or Keith. She also has a botanic handbook where she draws and glue things ? It's very nice and she made a few vids on it. She rarely goes outside but when she does ? She's a gatherer. Also she lists herbal remedies and medicines along with Allura's witchy correspondences. She also has HTML and Coding 101 vids and Helpful computer tips vids. She saved lives. She made a meme video once. It was very liked so she made ''''some more''''.

Hunk : He's made a lot of Tattoos vids, along with Lance and Nyma sometimes. He also investigates street artists and tatoos artists to give them visibility. He's the best at interviews. He's the Best Guy at DIY stuff, from 'make your candle' to 'build a motorbike'. This serie was initiated by Keith. Also he made crystals with salt a lot, for Allura. He's quite handy and you can see him help in a lot of videos, except for Keith's 'dangerous sports i'm gonna ace or die trying' vids. He helped Allura built most of the furniture in the house and is more the mom friend than anyone. He's the only one allowed to clean the windows, for reasons. His domain is more geology, so there are a few speleo vids. Shay helps. He also has an amazing rock collection and every single one of them has a scientific video, doubled by a witchy one from Allura. He's really good at cooking improvisation. He's the one who makes the 'what to cook when you only have....' vids. He also made challenges with Coran. Those are cursed vids. He also makes 'oh remember when' comments. Most of the time they end up with the camera falling down and the screen shutting black.

Shiro : His most popular vid is 'contour with Shiro', not only because the make-up content is well done but because is swearing is... something. He has an amazing science serie about space. He made a challenge where he named all the constellations. He updates everytime something big about space happens. He's genuily happy to help with scary space. He's the runner of the team and do casual sport outside or collective sports vids too. You can run with him if you crosses his path. He's 'fun memory stories' are hilarious. And dangerous for him - he fear for his life whenever they are online-. His fashion domain is 'classy party wearing'. But it's a trap, he's best at pajamas. He's a tired dad. Sometimes he walks in-fields of shooting. Matt edits his face really bad. He makes deadpan humor while holding his cup every morning, wether on vlogs or snapchats. *stares of the distance* He does have a prostethic arm. Pidge added stuff on it and it makes laser saber noise if she wants it to. He made Matt do a 'Smile compilation'. They had fun. He chooses the coffee. He brews it real bad so he just chooses.

Keith : He's not into fashion. Lance and Allura nicely threatened him not to make anything else but yoga pants try-on. He's the one who initiated the motorbike building serie with Hunk. He now makes timelapses where he went. They're pretty. He's the one for the Extreme sports. No rope climbing ? Cliff-jumping ? Keith. Yoga ? Keith too. It's extreme, and it relaxes him. He's surprisingly very good, as a student and teacher both. For some reasons, he's really good at maths ? So he did explaining vids for it. But... he's a bad teacher, Matt's graphics help more than anything. But he's trying so hard. He's also a very talented and hard-working artist, but only with pencils and charcoal, the boy can't add color for shit. He made some tutorials and ended up covered in black dust.

Allura : She's the best at dresses and skirts. She has Lance tailoring them, she comes with the designs. She's giving general fashion advices and hair decolouring tips. She's good with animals and often takes small vids in farms or shelters. She also made 'who can adopt this....' vids, with non-able bodied animals. Two horses and a lot of cats and dogs, plus a few rabbits and even a chameleon found a family thanks to her. She tried to go vegan but didn't. She just makes environmental friendly food vids. She's the Witch 101 girls. Tarot ? Check. Crystals ? Check. Astrology ? She's the best. She sometimes does readings in meet-ups. She's the history teacher. She has a serie about 'amazing women in history' very popular. She's tried to do the home-tour. This video is cursed too. It includes, but is not limited too : Lance showering without having locked the bathroom, Keith screeching because someone opened his door, Pidge not moving for 4 minutes straight because she dazed off and never went back, Allura tripping over Voltron, the cat of the family, and Coran making comment all the tour. So its... something. Even Matt's editing couldn't make it right. Hunk shines somehow. She's the hardcore hand-to-hand combat girl. Most of the self-defenses moves you know are taught. Keith is her main punching ball. She does the first fitness part along with Shiro. He's blushing hard. She made some ASMR vids ? She has such a nice voice it helps some people calm down so she did.

Lance : He's the piercing guy. He had Plaxum explain and show. He doesn't have any, but helps people with them because he thought it lacked and somehow it stayed like 'his things' ? Also his fashion domain his hats ? He's nice with Korean and Japanese fashion trends. He knits/crafted most of his wardrobe and made tutorials. They're easy and he always dedicates them to his mother, she taught him. He's the dance teacher. All the dances. He has a Just Dance carpet and a twister one. The 'Twister and Paint challenge : gone wrong' is legendary. He also does improvised moves or meets up with street artist to have some fun. He tried to make a 'swim team' but he was alone so it never went on. He and Allura have some really long contest vids. They stop when one of them gives up. It never really happens so they just pause... For now. He's the one who initiates most of the tags and q&a vids. He's very fond of them. He's good with languages, and made Spanish, Korean and Japanese 101 vids, some French ones with Pidge. Hunk dodges them when he asks. He's really fond of English so he has some litterature related vids too. As Shiro has his 'fun memories' vids, he has 'sleepover with Lance vids'. He fears his death too.

Coran : He's the Bill Nye Grandpa. He has all the educationnal vids lacking. Sex ed ? Coran ? Taxes and scheduling ? Coran ? Not being a mess 101 ? Coran. He's the best at helping you trying to keep your life together. He has a really nice mustach. Worth noticing. He tells 'when I was young stories' too. He makes travel vids, with beautiful landscapes and incredible animal shots. No one knows how, but Pidge's drones might have helped a litttle. Along with Hunk, he made some cooking vids. They're hilarious but poisonous. Beware. He has tips on travelling alone or not, packing, mapping and planning when you're going abroad. He also help foreigners going overseas. He makes playlists of old-timey music and really cool stuff is hidden in there for sure.

Matt : He's the video-everything. He films, or install the gear, edits, record the sounds, edit some more, cleans, cuts, edit the vids. He's tired. He's small. He manages the posting and schedule of the channel. He takes the photographs too. Some people asked for a tutorial, it's good but clumsy. People love it. He's a nerd and covers science-fiction related movies or books or anything really. He's the one you crosses at cons. He's wearing a nice shirt. And crocs. For the joke. Shiro's done his haircut multiple times.

Miscellaneous :

The family covers mostly everything because everyone's so different ? But they love each other.

Voltron is a big fat calico cat. He looks like he's made up of five different cats. He's hard to find sometimes.

They initially had Matt doing the video-games let's play, but everyone joined so now it's a family things more than anything.

They have a bigass swimming pool, and a giant house. It was Allura's father, but it's his legacy to his daughter. She gathered some cool youtubers, fashion creators of nice people and they are now a family.

They run a youtube channel named Voltron Vids. No one knew why until the cat appeared onscreen, they never explained it.

Since they are covering so much domains, they are very popular, and they're really nice and funny so people love them. Whenever Allura and Lance pass by Arus Club, it's a wild night there.

Hunk, Pidge, Lance and Keith have a serie called Events, that focuses on mysteries and paranormal events. Pidge is Pretty sure it's because of the Government, Lance bets it's a Ghost, Keith knows a Cryptid who did it and Hunk Believes it's Alien. Shiro did it most of the time.

They have a music Band called Paladins of Voltron. Keith plays the Bass, Shiro is Drums, Lance is really good at Guitar, Pidge has a thing for Keypas of all types, Hunk is a good Trumpet but can Ukulele, Allura Sings or Electric Guitar. Coran comes up with the melody and the lyrics, but played a few times Violin. Matt just. Touchpads. And edits.

On other platforms, you can find Pidge's Rabbid and Twitch, Hunk's vlogs, Shiro's tumblr is a mess (he has like... 6 differents ones?), Keith is a Wattpad boy for some reasons, but he's also doing Lives and Tweets, Allura takes care of the Instagram, Lance has the best Snapchat. Coran uses the Facebook. Matt is sleeping. Sometimes they swaps platforms and everyone is confused because why did Shiro not reblogged this meme ? It's been two hours it's on he's never... Oh it's Keith that's why.

They do read their fan fanfictions. Also they blush a lot when doing so.

They never performed live but its a project ?

Some other channel challenges them. It's run by a guy named Lotor, and him and Lance vague snap about eachother sometimes.

Keith made one of these really emotionnal coming-out vids without telling anyone. It's a good one and everyone is happy. It has been followed by a family coming-out then.

Coran did cheerleading ; the video leaked. Thanks Pidge.

Hunk and Shay can be spotted in different areas of the cities, recording Restaurant reviews. Hunk made a special List for Shiro and Keith of romantic views of the cities. They blushed and said it wouldn't be really useful. They kept it tho...

Allura and Lance take the most selfies. The most, an the prettiest.

Keith likes to do 'spot the cat' vids. It's just him walking or biking and petting cats. It's Lance favorite serie.

Pidge's favorite movie is BH6 and she made a robot with Hunk that ressembles Baymax. They also made a floating Baymax for the pool.

Lance's preferred models are Keith and Pidge. He likes working for Allura and made so much for Hunk he could wear only Lance's gifts for a month and never run out of things to wear.

Allura's really rich tbh. She created a charity that helps disabled children get prothesis. Shiro visits hospitals sometimes, he has one of those stars-maps projector and tells stories of astronauts to kids. Sometimes, Lance visits too and knit. When Keith does kids like to hug him, he's a cuddly soft boy at heart.

There's a serie of Prank Vids. It started with Lance pranking Keith. Keith then pranked Lance. Now every week there's a new video and it just. Grows. It's funnier and bigger everytime.

Keith motorbike is named Red. It has flames decor. Pidge added a booster, most likely illegal but heh... It's not illegal if you never get caught right ?

Pidge's favorite drone was named Rover. Lance best needle is called Blue. Hunk has this really nice Yellow flower-carved ukulele. Shiro's watch is a gift from Allura, it was his father, and he affectiously calls it Black, because of the leather's color.

There is this one video. There's no music, no editing. It's just the camera on the main room, put on the table. It's called 'a day in Voltron's life'. It lasts 9:17 minutes and is the most viewed video of the channel. It was Matt's birthday gift and it's... pure and blessed material.

Whenever they go shopping, Lance distracts Shiro meanwhile everyone (Pidge and Keith mostly) put whatever they can/want in the cart.

One time, Coran got mad. One.

Pidge is Matt’s sis.

The cat is nice.

(Soon a fic ?)

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