#his humor. his heart. his dedication to help her and cake as much as he can.

[slymanner]

this was smart <'3

[somethingqueerisgoingonhere]

I’ll Break The Silence You Created

A collection of poems to reclaim my truth. And our truth we have built together out of the pain you tried to use to break us.

I dedicate this top of the iceberg to Timothee Chalamet, my humorous life long friend and loyal companion whose has become my protector, lover and cat confidant.

Blue Care 101

Dog grooming.

$13.50 an hour.

You should be grateful asshole,

That’s more than scrubbing bathrooms pays.

Wait this dog is so big it has to be a wolf!

But it’s got the temperament of a deer.

Or am I thinking of a moose?

Does it fight you when you try to clip it’s nails?

It’s for it’s own good!

You know it will enevitably scratch up the couch,

Unless you shorten the length.

Oh let the dog choose.

But there’s no winning because cats do that too!

Some experts argue it’s even worse!

Don’t you know they have retractable claws?

One moment curled up in your arms,

The next devoted to the evil cause.

She must be temperamental,

She doesn’t favor the dog.

How his happy wagging tail,

Leaves destruction in its wake.

But just like her claws are just outbursts,

She’s too embarrassed to say,

That she loves that dog all the same.

Even his catlike ways.

I Relate Marie Antoinette

I ask for too much,

Always with one foot on each side.

Cowboy on his fine line.

I never relent.

Eat my cake and want it too.

Ask for too much cream,

Can’t help it,

Black coffee’s just too cruel.

Merry Christmas!

Holiday cheer!

It’s going great!

Over Here!

The Only Shade He Buys Me

So put on your shades,

We have places to be.

I’ll wear the heart shaped pink Ones,

That list off the constellations in your heart.

And you can wear the cat eyed Ones I got you.

You don’t care what anyone says,

You make it one of our inside jokes.

Well go on a trip,

And bury all the crap,

They all think makes a woman’s worth.

They think all she is,

Is her ability to say yes.

Titanic, you see?

Idiots who think they all see.

Hit the fiercest rock of ice in the world.

That the strength of Greenland made.

Can you believe that that’s all they think she is?

Maybe if your hearts were warmer,

You would have melted the ice like my man,

And sailed to the coast of France.

He spent the duration of his journey,

Learning to play the violin.

He did it for when he reunites with his Bonnie lassie,

So put on the sunglasses,

And we’ll fuck,

As much up as we want.

And go to,

Any fucking place,

That we fancy in good taste.

And won’t tell them a single juicy detail,

Let them keep boasting their false predictions,

That it’s only a matter of time ‘til from the grave we’ll wake.

But I have it on my good authority,

That happily ever after is within reach of our toes.

Seriously, is this a comedy show?

The earth would stop being gay for the moon,

Before that prediction ever comes true.

And we’ll decide what makes the choice list or not.

We know how to work together well cause we’re both hot.

And we don’t let anyone,

AnyOne tell us our route.

I feel meek as a hushed child,

Seen and not heard.

Spend all my time studying,

The theory on bandaid architecture.

Like I can fix everything,

If I just get my degree,

Well I’m graduating real soon.

Watch me walk the stage in my highest high heel shoes.

The ones my lover bought for me to piss off you.

I’ll flip off Mr. Cage,

And burn that degree with bae.

Cause I can use the degree I earned,

Or not use it in anyway I choose.

But I have this strange feeling,

A real prediction of sorts,

That I have been dreaming of making myself a seat at the top of the table hovering over me.

I’ll grudgingly admit to learning,

From your bipolar conditional love.

But the cannabis haze I smoke,

Intends to lure me graciously to forget.

He makes sure I have nothing in my head,

But him when he uses his.

So watch me go with my head held high,

The highest head I’ve ever had in my life.

What was I saying?

Oh yeah,

Fuck bandaid school.

I’m almost done waiting for you.

Just because I set the agreed upon time,

Doesn’t take away from my desire to get on my man’s good side.

Besides,

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Or did that quote mean grow larger?

Hell take me home like he’s promised me all my life.

He’s taking me somewhere he’s made bandaids exiled.

You kind of have that authority, you know,

When you’re the king of hearts.

But you better believe he sits on my throne.

He’s doesn’t need a one minute solution,

Has Wakandan ways to heal.

Like hunger taking over before a grand meal,

They, take immediate effect.

Don’t have to keep the old bandaid ways on hand,

When I laugh too loud,

Or for simply loving the cat,

Your boyfriend bought you to have,

For forgetting your hat,

In a very public Arby’s parking lot.

It wasn’t his fault,

A thief stole it right out of his pocket in broad daylight!

Maybe they’ll give it back someday,

Since he’s shown such sweet remorse.

It means he’s earned the right,

To hear my thank you tonight.

Even if you hear the echo first,

Some say echos create the same effect,

As 1000 year old aged wine.

He earned the right,

To say all that he wants,

With that sorry he gave.

Oh, Canadian ways.

Quebec on my brain.

Polite and knows how to shovel the driveway?

Now I’ll get to be the housewife I always dreamed of,

While having the clearest driveway,

Of all the maidens in the land.

Did I ever tell you,

About the stitched pillow,

Decorated with a very certain phrase?

Hopefully you don’t mind,

My cocky side,

It’s just I was raised on that phrase of,

“A princess lies here”.

If they didn’t want me to have such boastful ways,

They shouldn’t have promised,

To make a Princess out of me.

Looks like that point goes to me.

Yeah, sure,

I could have used a hat,

It was a cold Christmas without my favorite tradition,

Of putting up the Christmas tree with you,

That Christmas I spent missing you.

Who cares,

We planned and conjured up magic sunglasses,

That we’ll get the most use out of on Koh Krabi beach.

Two seems fitting for you and me.

Finders keepers,

Losers keepers.

Shouldn’t leave important stuff out,

For anyone with a sharp eye to spot.

If they only look with careful eyes,

They’ll get quite a surprise!

Because when you’ve got shades,

You make your own ways.

And get to enjoy,

To Soak up,

All that beautiful ocean side Christmas haze.

Sorry to offend!

I should have known better,

Don’t you know it’s impolite?

To make someone respect you,

If they’re grossed out,

By your journey to peace .

Throw them to the dogs,

He knows how to use his teeth.

Their goal in life seems to be,

Make sure girls never know peace.

So they can’t know that they may just be a sight to behold.

Well I’m a supporter of the arts.

Even when the painting’s not my style.

I’ll pay respects to his,

Because no one can tell him what’s art,

Even the painter.

Who said it was barf.

Wanting sympathy is a fickle game,

When the topic takes some skill in gymnastics,

So don’t waste time on it with your clever brain,

I think the cogs turning is making smoke escape.

Listen dear,

Don’t waste patience,

On people who will never know,

What it’s like to have the flexibility,

To do an Arabian double front roll.

My man’s seen it,

In the seat I saved him, front row.

It’s racist to tell me what’s is and what isn’t art,

When the masters gave it a name,

And declared,

With their endlessly earned opinion,

That it is,

Quite a sigh to behold.

Well I was never one for polite conversation.

My man doesn’t care for fake manners,

And neither do I.

When the topic is me and my right to decide,

Don’t tell me what baby you think I should carry.

When its for me and MY baby to decide.

They tried to steal my right to choose,

But I was never one to get played by the rules,

Even when I didn’t yet know,

I was breaking them down,

And having a marvelous time.

My man and I will break as many as we want,

Like the plates you insisted we set,

For our Christmas party with our friends.

We smashed them on our golden unscuffable floor,

In the house we share and treasure,

While we cheered and roared,

And celebrated.

And yeah,

I did it in a dress,

So what?

And you know what?

They’re sick and tired of being told not to clash,

And the right way to clash in the light of the flash.

I can get toddler dressed in the dark,

If I goddamn well want!

Why the hell cant pink go with red?

Who said?

I’ll wear the pink ruffled skirt,

She loved all through school,

The one strung with hearts,

Before I knew he put them there.

So I’ll wear that favorite skirt ,

And the red shirt,

She gave away,

Leading to now’s reclaim.

Or I’ll choose instead,

To wear One of his pj T-shirts.

And ask him please to guide it on me.

And admire the way,

He puts it on me like he’d let me own,

Every one of his shirts and make them my own.

He does so happily,

While I rest in his lap,

Happily too,

In his lap,

Stretching like a cat.

And he’ll like it when I choose to wear it

Nowhere else but in our bed.

Just to see you squirm,

Or him instead.

The Red Of The Poppy

A thousand poppies decorating the hill.

Take the leaders purposeful steps,

You earned to make your own.

You’ve more than earned the right,

To revel in the sight.

Don’t let the poppy scent,

Take you back to darker times.

Do you feel the land healing under your hands?

It’s breathing out clear blue skies like you planned.

Don’t let the history,

Of the past that has passed,

Bleed you dry,

Hold your head up high,

Because light shines there too.

Because I can only too if I have you.

Oh your bravery,

Walking the fields where I once wept.

But now the place where you’ve shown me,

I can pay my respects,

But it’s my decision to choose.

We can’t forget,

Where their blood spilled red,

Soaked into the earth of own homeland.

They laid fearlessly in battle so I could wear this crown.

So twirl me around and hold me close,

We don’t care if they’re mad at the way we don’t.

Because we’re even madder,

Than every poppy that’s come before.

It would make them proud.

I have thought thoughts,

I deeply regret.

Deep running betray,

When I was all but raised in her womb,

And in the sister of the warm skin of her embrace.

That held me up,

Skin to skin,

To breathe in her scent from within.

I mourn this deep betrayal,

Of what should have been unlearned hesitant ignorance.

Do I deserve a chance to learn?

It’s a painful reminder of important regret.

A lesson in standing for what’s right in the end.

I’m sorry for not standing when I should have.

I want to be someone,

Who can make her proud,

The one whose skin warmed mine in the darkest of times.

I didn’t know if I was allowed to raise my hands,

And be allowed to touch her forgiving outstretched hands.

I’ve made a lot of mistakes,

But I will spend the rest of my days,

Learning your knowledge,

Of an unrelenting strength.

Let me kneel if you can see it’s intent,

You’re the mother that guided me here,

Paved me a path through the graves,

Like you loved me just the same.

Your sacrificing example,

To aid in the birthing of the path,

Was the reason I learned,

To read his notes in the end.

The tapestry to freedom you let me stitch,

You gave the thread,

The needle,

The stitch,

For a chance at our people finally walking into the light.

There’s power to be found in your ability,

To teach and nurture history.

Feeding us from the habitat you attend to.

Now I see the scope of understanding grace,

What you gave,

To teach me to relate.

The gift you’ve given,

Is The key to change.

You tell me with careful haste,

“To change is the key”.

I didn’t know,

My words held power.

I’ve never been an example,

So used to being talked over.

Told by the boys in my class, “go back to your country!”

They said you’ll find my country in the kitchen.

That it’s the only place to belong.

Being taught to unlearn my thoughts.

The knowledge that connects you to your ancestors lost.

But if it contributes,

Even one more drop of love in the vial,

I will talk if it means change.

If it means it will open your eyes to your true power.

Their idea of love,

Is so small.

Don’t they feel trapped,

In a world of laws?

I used to live there,

Kept my head down,

And my nose behind the line.

But then a man,

Someone who knows that I choose words with intent,

And knows exactly why I’ve given him this compliment,

It’s because of this way about him,

That taught me that love,

Can be so many things.

And your pathetic narrow minded opinion,

Can’t touch us,

Because I believe his truth he tells me.

Is this what they fought for you for?

To break each other down in our own home,

Our own land?

You clearly didn’t pay attention to our history,

Or the lessons they wrote to leave you.

How dare you walk on the dream they gave us,

The chance they built,

Through sacrifice,

All so you could speak your lies.

You bring their name you wear to shame.

And those with truth and power in their hearts,

Will always find a way.

My favorite’s Parmesan.

Tuscany sweet but made from drunk cows.

They tell the waiter to tell me to say when,

But I was too busy celebrating with them.

Why do they hate,

Girls who have taste.

Girls that are learning to like Gouda,

That he convinced them to taste.

It might even become their second favorite,

If he can remember not to steal from her plate.

Who ever hated Dianna’s ring?

Sure she got it from an imposter pig,

But they made it up,

So,

Cleared of all charges!

Ring meet your new name: Revenge.

She made it a symbol of her unrelenting desire,

to fight back against the words of liars.

I’m not gonna sit here,

And argue with someone like Ben,

She’s so full of shit he doesn’t know where his mouth ends.

Spoiler alert HES a worm.

Not the kind of worm a partner could ever learn to love.

And just like the worm that he is,

Can’t tell his ass from his face,

Eats the dirt under my feet,

The soil that nature blessed for me,

Under my bare feet.

My baby knows,

He helped me slip off my shoes,

And learn it’s okay to bury my toes,

Beneath the snow.

And bask in the way we grow our life force,

That feeds our children we’ve borne.

So bow your head,

Over your plate,

Like you used to do in the wrong way,

The way they forced us,

To torture us.

But it’s ours again, ours.

So thank our mother,

For her inclination for fate.

She made the choice with true love,

And I don’t argue with the first person,

Who cradled my face,

With her gentle strength and warm brown hands

I’ll take back my power,

From every foul word you used.

Now the words sing in the choir,

My husband arranged for me and not you.

But you’ll never know,

What it means in the way,

He looks at me.

I’ll bet it enrages you,

How together we master the game,

And created a language,

Only we get.

It’s not polite,

To take what’s not yours to have.

Did you really just try to shoot down,

A hummingbird that’s just left land?

Some things deserved,

To be saved just for us.

And it was his decision to make,

While I’m away and trying to stay sane,

Waiting on the flight news,

Of the split flap display.

Because I know every decision he makes,

Is for the child we one day create.

And he’s the kind of father,

Who takes on the experience of being waylaid, with grace.

Fights the ringmasters who think they know better than fate,

That like to spin tales their ignorance creates.

But he’s a father first and foremost,

You won’t take his right.

He’s taken great pain to show us all,

Himself,

How he’s changed for love’s sake,

For the goddamn sake of love.

And no matter how much,

You attack the way he chooses to love,

He’ll do it anyway,

Because he likes how I wear it,

Just to rub it in your face.

Grow the lilies in the garden,

I’m sorry for what they did.

The ransom demand they gave you,

It shouldn’t have been yours to pay.

I’m sorry for the part they say I played,

In creating lies born of pain.

Unwillingly aiding them in gossip,

Their little dancing puppet,

All for entertainments sake and the sake of their entertainment,

A puppet that talks in their ventriloquist show.

And they’re the ones that forced you to watch,

Because you’d never break a promise.

You honor every delicate paper invite and ticket stub.

So I can always keep sight of you in the audience.

So I can always know,

You’re there to take me home, after the show.

And they’ll say a lot,

It’s really okay,

About the roses you’ve arranged.

To be the reason for the prideful sparkle in my eye.

And congratulate me,

For taking back the clothes they stole from my back where they dug in their hypocrites knife.

You love watching me teach them,

That they can’t gat away with trying to make me hate my own paint.

You congratulate me for doing what I want,

To saying the show must go on!

For all the salt water tears we cried in harmony,

To speak truth and purest honesty,

What we wove into our love to grow.

He knows I’m jealousy fueled insanity.

Don’t think he minds.

I promise you this though,

Sweetheart,

You’ll find yourself begging,

If you ever look at anyone ever,

In all of time and space,

With the same look in your eyes,

You get when you watch mine.

The look that makes me shy away.

Craving Longing phantom pain,

Hide me in your embrace,

Help me get comfortable,

Buried in your shoulder,

The same shoulder as mine,

That you remorselessly took ownership of.

I’ll tell you a secret,

It’s also the place,

Of your favorite constellation in space.

You can collaborate with anyone you like,

But you better believe you’ll have to pay the price I decide.

And if I ever catch you saving anyone a seat but me,

I’ll have no choice but to make myself comfortable on the table you made me.

He built me a castle brick by brick,

Seriously,

Brick.

By.

Brick.

Having fun is most important right?

Just so I could wander it’s halls while I wait,

For him to finish his exile deserved ways.

Painting the whole town disastrously divine red.

Dazzling,

Gorgeous,

Ruby,

Red.

Lions have no trouble at all,

Lounging idly by the sharp contrast of zebra black and white.

But if their not kept fed,

You just might find yourself,

In the bed you made instead.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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Episode Review: ‘Wizard City’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 4)

Airdate: September 2, 2021

Story by: Adam Muto, Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, & Charley Feldman

Storyboarded by: Maya Petersen, Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, & Aleks Sennwald, & Haewon Lee

Directed by: Miki Brewster & Jeff Liu (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

An episode focusing on Peppermint Butler’s dark side is something that the fandom has craved ever since the little guy demanded Finn and Jake’s flesh in season two’s “Death in Bloom.” While installments like season five’s “The Suitor” and season six’s “Nemesis” did much to scratch that itch, the story of the Dark One remained mostly unknown…

And after “Wizard City,” it still remains largely unknown. But that’s OK, because instead of focusing on the character’s history, this special focuses on Peps’ quest to relearn magic at a magic school. Put most simply, this special is largely a fun excuse for the show to riff on Harry Potter and The Owl House-style “magic school hijinks,” and it mostly all works.

The special follows Peps quest to go to WizArts (a definite play on CalArts, the school that Pen Ward and Adam Muto, among many others, went to) so that he can relearn magic and once again become one of the greatest dark wizards of his time. Initially, Peps tries to make friends with cool kid Spader and his posse, but once they learn that Peps is not as talented at magic as they had initially thought, they kick him to the curb. It is at this point that Cadebra, Abracadaniel’s adorkable niece who is fascinated with stage magic, enters the picture. Cadebra tries everything in her power to befriend Peps, but Peps pushes back, since she’s not “cool.” It does not matter, though, because both Peps and Cadebra are sorted into the same “house”—the “Skink House—and are forced to work together.

While Peps and his cohort begin learning more and more complex magic, a secret cult of school professors, led by the otherwise caring Dr. Caledonius, are scheming to resurrect Coconteppi, a powerful dark wizard whose putrid heart has been discovered underneath the school excreting a very powerful ichor. The school cult kidnaps Spader and gives him some of the ichor to drink; they hope that because of his talent, he will be able to house the spirit of Coconteppi. This does not go as planned, and Spader is graphically killed (albeit off screen). (In a more humorous moment, Bufo, the scam wizard from season one’s “Wizard,” also ingests some of the ichor, believing himself powerful enough to handle it, but it kills him.)

Eventually Peps and Cadebra learn what is going on. Dr. Caledonius welcomes Peps, believing that he is strong enough to handle the ichor. When Cadebra’s life is put in danger, Peps reluctantly gives the putrid fluid a swig, which infuses him with the power of Coconteppi. Coconteppi-Peps then kills all the cult members before Cadebra manages to remove the ichor from Peps body. For uncovering a heinous plot, Peps is promoted to the highest house, “Salamander,” but he decides to remain a Skink and learn magic “the hard way” with Cadebra as his friend.

As I mentioned near the start of this review, “Wizard City” spends most of its time riffing on the “magic boarding school” trope, with much of the episode feeling like a light-hearted parody of Harry Potter: The characters, after all, are “sorted” into “houses,” they learn various types of magic from skilled “professors,” and they bunk in different parts of a large castle-like campus. Of course, Harry Potter didn’t invent the idea of a boarding school, but when setting your story in a school for magic, it is very hard not to lean at least somewhat into the Hogwarts relation. And this really is a double-edged sword, for while Harry Potter references can be fun here and there, they can also make the overall story feel like a fanfic parody. This special does a good job focusing more so on the characters rather than the setting, but I won’t lie, at times it did feel as if they show was really trying to make you realize it was making a Harry Potter joke.

Of all the characters introduced in the special, the breakout star is easily Cadebra, voiced by Chloe Coleman. Radiating a sort of Mabel Pines energy, Cadebra is the beam of optimism who shines brightly in an otherwise macabre special. There is something about her plucky personality and sense of wacky individualism that charms the viewer. I appreciate how the show compared and contrasted her with her uncle, the one and only Abracadaniel: like her uncle, Cadebra is a good person who wants to help others, but unlike Abracadaniel, she has a sense of courage and fortitude that results in her taking on a Coconteppi-possessed Peps at the episode’s climax. (Say what you will, Abracadaniel stans, but our favorite custodian would never have done that!) Thanks to her bravery and dedication to Peps, Cadebra is easily the heart of the special.

The episode throws an interesting little curveball into the mix by having the ‘ghost’ of Past Peppermint Butler constantly haunt Peps in the here-and-now. Past Peppermint, it seems, was so determined to become a great wizard, he cursed himself, so that if anything were to go awry, his Past self could materialize and set him straight. It’s confusing, but I do think that mixing the “overbearing parent” trope with a curse is a clever idea; it gives the whole special some dramatic heft. The whole setup is made even funnier by the special’s conclusion: After Future Peppermint Butler is ‘defeated’ and the day is saved, Peps reveals to Cadebra that he still wants to be a great and powerful dark wizard… but he wants to earn that power through hard work and determination. (Peppermint Butler might commune with demons, but he would never sell his soul to one for power; Glob helps those who help themselves, ya know?)

One of the special’s strongest points is its background art. Adventure Time always had some beautiful set pieces, and this special goes above and beyond to give WizArts an ancient sense of grandeur and mystery. Ghostshrimp, a freelance artist who was the show’s lead background designer during seasons 1-4, return for this special as a “visual developer”—basically, he mocked up a bunch of rough designs for the locales, and then the episode’s background artists worked up the final pieces in his style. On his podcast, Ghostshrimp mentioned how hectic he found Adventure Time to be, because he was used to taking his time on pieces. As such, the decision to bring him on for just development was smart, as it allowed him to still come up with iconic background designs while also playing fast and loose with everything. Hopefully the show will continue this approach with the Fionna and Cake miniseries that is coming up. After all, Ghosthsrimp’s style is the look of Adventure Time.

Another strong point for the episode is its voice acting. For one thing, you have your regulars like Tom Kenny and Dana Snyder, and Duncan Trussell, who all give a solid performance. But to voice many of the special’s new characters, the show brought on a bevy of fun actors: Saturday Night Live’s Bill Hader, for instance, is now voicing Bufo, and he does a solid job hamming up his role as the old fogey. And then there’s Toks Olagundoye, whose British accent gives Dr. Caledonius a sense of knowledge and expertise. To my delight and surprise, SungWon Cho, an internet personality and voice actor perhaps better known as ProZD, was tapped to voice Brain Wizard, and he does an excellent job. And finally, Anthony Stewart Head, a very talented actor who I know best as Giles from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, voices Con Wizard, and is even given a fun little ditty to sing. I can safely say that the voice acting in this special is likely the best of the bunch, and it’s obvious that the actors were all having a great time playing their parts.

What drags the whole thing down, in my opinion is the excessive murder. (I joked on Twitter that during the climax of “Wizard City,” it felt like I was watching an Adventure Time-ified version of Invincible!) Infused with the power of Coconteppi, Peps goes on a brutal killing spree, boiling Potable Wizard into steam, zapping Dimension Wizard into another plane of existence, smashing Berdzerd, and—perhaps most graphically—excerebrates (had to look that word up!) Brain Wiz. On Twitter, @sometipsygnostalgic​ argued that while, yes, the scene is startling, it does wonders to transmute “a poor Summer Camp Island knockoff [into] Adventure Time chaos.” The more I think about it, the more I think that’s a fair point; after all, this is hardly the first dark thing that has happened in Adventure Time. But the part that I cannot really stomach is the fact that Spader was murdered for no real reason, and the special ends without anyone really expressing their horror at the situation. Sure, Spader was a schoolyard bully, but he was also a child. And killing a child—either for the drama or the lulz—feels decidedly out of place in an Adventure Time episode. It’s hard to express, but it just felt unnecessarily nihilistic and mean-spirited.

All things considered, I think this was a fun episode, but it was somewhat underwhelming for a ‘finale.’ Much of this is because it had to air after the perfection that was the back-to-back “Obsidian”/”Together Again” wombo combo. But I can’t help but feel like this special just felt a little... off. A little too meanspirited, and it leaned a bit too much on standard tropes. Still, it was a fun spin, and I know that I’ll rewatch it.

Mushroom War Evidence: As Peps rides the bus to school, he passes a bunch of abandoned houses, some of which are buried in the ground. There is an unexploded bomb above the fossilized elephant in the school. Cadebra has a dream that takes place in the ruins of a city.

Final Grade: B+

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Drabble challenge: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. "You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’."

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Ghost Petra. Canon universe.

Word count: 1542

Being a ghost had its perks.

At least Petra tried to focus on the bright side of her life. Well, life was not a proper term to describe her current state of being. Not that she could explain it.

It had been two months since her untimely demise. In the face of uncertainty, when she could feel death breathing down her neck, she saw her life flash before her eyes. The first memory of her parents, the restless nights she spent dreaming of the fields beyond the Wall, the first time she flew through the forest, the first time she felt the wings on her back, and the first time she saw him. Petra wished she could have had another day, another hug to give her father, another chance to relieve the burden resting heavily on her heart. But who was she to question fate? When darkness set in, Petra was resigned with the ending of her story.

But fate had another idea for her. Whatever deity there was out there decided to have mercy on her. Or to torment her further, as it condemned her to an everlasting journey of witnessing time pass around her.

If she were able of such human reactions, Petra would have emptied her stomach at the image of her body abandoned in the middle of a field, as it fell victim to decay. With her mind paralyzed from shock, her feet took her back inside the safety of the Walls, where Petra was put face to face with her cruel reality: she was impalpable. She yelled and yelled at the people passing by, and yet no one glanced at her.

With tears pooling in her eyes, Petra ran for the castle she and the boys had tried to make into a home for Eren. She needed to see him again, even if it were the last thing she ever did on Earth. Mindless, she barged into the kitchen, anxious to spot her captain with a cup of tea in hand.

She could still recall the utter terror on Levi`s face at the sight of his dead subordinate in his face as he threw his teacup towards her. Minutes passed in silence, both too paralyzed with shock to utter a word. Petra couldn`t stop the tears of happiness flowing freely on her cheeks from knowing that even if life condemned her to a lonesome survival, she would always have Levi by her side. Ever since laying her eyes on him, Petra knew: she would dedicate her life to that man. It was the reason why she believed she never got to move on like the rest of their comrades did. Levi still needed her.

The first days had been hard for both of them. Having to adjust to a life without the rest of the squad by their side, failing to get justice for them, and having to accept the idea that she was not there anymore. That she would never talk to her father or her friends again, or feel the wind on her hair or have another piece of cake, that she would never get to feel Levi`s lips on hers. But her captain was understanding, never making her feel odd for the situation they found themselves in.

When the 104th recruits made their way into their lives, Petra was grateful for giving her purpose. To watch over them and try to guide them as best as she could. To help Levi keep them safe. Petra was glad he was lucky enough to have them by his side to alleviate some of the pain his squad left behind in his heart. They never talked about it, but Petra knew they had been his family.

Unfortunately for the young squad, Petra`s methods of discipline weren`t always... orthodox. Her former comrades were already used to her odd sense of humor, as Petra pulled prank after prank, much to their misfortune. And getting to act on her ideas while also being invisible was proving to be her daily source of entertainment. She was starting to feel guilty for her behavior towards Sasha, but Levi had agreed that the girl could use some discipline.

Petra was lost in plotting her schemes when Levi sat down at the table next to her, with two cups of tea in his hands. She smiled as he placed one in front of her, just as he used to when she spent her nights helping him complete his paperwork on time. Despite the odd situation they found themselves in, they had never been closer, and she was grateful for Levi as he tried to maintain a sense of normality around her.

They had just settled in the small cabin with their new squad, and Petra was determined to bring them up to Levi`s standards. And him going away to Trost for the night was proving to be the perfect opportunity to achieve that goal.

"Take care of the brats while I`m gone."

Petra just nodded as she tried to keep the smirk off her face. While Levi let her do as she pleased, Petra intentionally missed going into details of her methods. Such as making the squad believe they were being haunted by an evil spirit. In her defense, she had just tried to get them to clean and to stop Sasha from stealing food when everyone was asleep.

Petra nodded, and when Levi was getting ready to get out the door, she went up to him - "Tell Commander Erwin I said hello, captain." Levi never replied, but she didn`t miss the small smile growing on his lips.

As she had suspected, the moment Levi stepped out of the house, Sasha made her way to the pantry. Petra groaned, wondering how many chairs she had to kick down before the girl learned her lesson. Sasha ran out of the room yelling for help, but still with a potato in both of her hands. Petra was determined to make the perfect Scout out of the girl.

When nightfall came, the young Scouts gathered in the common room with candles, playing into Sasha`s wild ideas to put her mind at ease. While there had been some odd occurrences since they joined Levi`s squad, they were still skeptical in agreeing with Sasha`s story.

"It`s an evil forest spirit, I`m telling you."

Jean rolled his eyes, but when Eren threw him a dirty glance, he got down on the floor with the rest of them. They gathered around a strange board Sasha had bought from the market a week before their arrival, hoping to communicate with the spirit possessing her.

"Oh, mighty forest spirit, what is it you want from us?"

Petra debated if she should play along or leave the poor kids be, but her boredom got the better of her. As the kids put their hands on the wooden piece, Petra placed hers on top of them as she began moving the object over the letters. She tried to keep her hand from shaking with her laughter, as she had an important message to convey.

"Listen to your captain."- Mikasa read, still unimpressed by the events folding in front of her eyes. Petra was feeling the tiniest bit of guilt as she glanced at the results of her work.

"What powers does the captain have?" Connie whispered, vowing never to question any order Levi would give him.

"I told you, captain Levi is something else."- Eren added, both terrified and pleased, as he was not the only one scared of the short man anymore.

Sasha threw the board away, and they decided never to speak of it again. But Petra was unhappy with her work, as she saw the disappointment on Levi`s face the next day when he found the cabin in a deplorable state. Really, who doesn`t think to wipe the surface under the table?

"Have you been on your best behavior?"- Levi asked her in the privacy of his room.

"Oh, yes, of course."- Petra hurried to reply, with a smirk on her face. But Levi trusted her enough not to ask more questions. Looking back, he wished he would have had, as he heard Petra whisper his name in the middle of the night.

"Captain Levi? Are you awake?"

Levi groaned, hoping his subordinate would get the message and leave him be. He knew nights were boring for her, and as much as he enjoyed keeping her entertained, he needed rest.

"Captain?"

"What do you think, Petra?"

He could feel Petra laying on the bed next to him, and he chose to let her talk until she got tired of asking questions.

"But, captain, it`s so hot in here. I might need to take these clothes off."- Petra whispered as she played with the buttons of her shirt.

Levi was unimpressed with her attempts to get his attention, and she whispered in his ear- "What if I`m in the mood, captain?"

"You didn’t just wake me up at 2 am because you were ‘in the mood’."

Petra couldn`t help but giggle at his gruffness, which she always found adorable. She got close to his ear again- "Sasha is stealing food from the kitchen again, are you going to deal with it?"

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For the OC ask meme: What does your character like in other people?, What was your OC's favorite toy/item as a child?, Under what circumstances do they find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?, How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?, In what situation was your OC the most calm they’ve ever been?, What is your favorite thing about your OC? for your Astala :) I chose one from every category. I hope that's alright. Don't feel pressed to answer all of them if it's too much :)

Heyy!! Thank you so much for the ask, this'll be fun XD Until I play the other games, it's once again time to talk about Astala Tabris.

What does your character like in other people?

On the top of the list is definitely loyalty. There's a special place in Astala's heart for loyal and dedicated people, people she can trust and rely on (almost) no matter what.

Apart from that, she likes people who are compassionate, people who are able to smile in the face of danger, people who can take a joke and fire one right back, and people who are truthful to who they are and stand up for it. If we're talking about looks, she tends to notice smiles. Somebody with a bright smile will almost never not be beautiful to her.

What was your OC’s favorite toy/item as a child?

She had a stuffed mabari that I’ve talked about here (and you’ve probably already read it, so I’m not going to repeat it). But that was her favorit toy, so there’s still a favourite item left XD

On one occasion her mother brought home a very nice pair of red boots for little Astala. They had some spots and smelled strongly of salt and algae, but they were red and warm and to die for. She was only ever allowed to wear them inside the alienage, never when they went to the market or the docks or any other place frequented by humans. Astala understood that her boots were a secret to be kept. She assumed that they’d be taken away from her if the humans saw her running around with something so nice. This made the boots all the more special, like her family’s own little rebellion. The real reason for hiding the boots, of course, was to avoid raising suspicions as to her mother’s illegal dealings. Astala wore them proudly until she outgrew them, at which point they passed on to the kid of a friend of her father’s.

Under what circumstances do they find killing to be acceptable or unacceptable?

For Astala, killing is acceptable under the following circumstances: the person is actively attacking her and/or a friend and/or somebody who’s defenseless; they don’t back down or flee when given the chance to; and/or they have done something terrible to her or to a loved one. In this last case, the word isn’t exactly “it’s acceptable” for her and more “they deserved it”. Vaughan Urien, who’s the bad guy in the city elf’s backstory, is somebody Astala has killed (partly) out of vengeance. If a person surrenders, however, or if she beats them, she’ll almost always spare them. There are a few exceptions to this, one of them being if the person in question is a parent, which... complicates the matter very much. I’m very much looking forward to what she’ll do with Loghain. On one hand, he’s made a pact with slavers and allowed them to take her people to fund his war. On the other hand, he’s Anora’s father, Anora is right there... and he has surrendered. I really don’t know what will win in this case, her outrage over the injustice done to her people or the memory of how it felt losing her mother.

How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

She definitely has one, although I don’t quite know how to describe it. So I’m just going to show you a bit:

"Why don't we take a moment to introduce ourselves properly? I'll start." Astala sat down cross-legged, straightened her back and affixed a smile to her face. "Hi! I'm Astala Tabris. I come from the Denerim Alienage and I've been a Grey Warden for a grand total of… For how long was I out again?"

"A night and a day," the witch, Morrigan, answered.

"I've been a Grey Warden for four days, then. I like flowers and plum-filled cakes with milk and honey, and I dislike itchy clothing and working at taverns. Alistair? Your turn." She gave him a pointed look over her smile.

Alistair pulled a face. "Do I have to?"

"Yes, you do," Astala nodded emphatically. "What else are you gonna bond over if not my terrific style of leadership?"

Alistair sighed, but shifted into a more upright position. "Right. I'm Alistair. I've been a Grey Warden for a year and a bit. I was trained as a templar before that."

"Wonderful,” Astala said, cheerful smile still plastered on her face. “Likes and dislikes?"

"Cheese and… and darkspawn? What do you want me to say?" Alistair threw the stick he had been breaking to tiny pieces into the campfire. "Where did you get this 'bonding activity' from anyway?"

Astala’s smile grew into a grin. "Why, the Chantry-run education program for us poor alienage kids, of course.”

That’s her sense of humor. It probably carries a good dose of mischief and general tomfoolery. She likes to mess around.

In what situation was your OC the most calm they’ve ever been?

At first, I was thinking about this in terms of “in what stressful situation was your OC the most calm”. And while Astala may appear calm outwardly, it’s a mask nine times out of ten.

The most calm she’s ever been is probably a few days after defeating the Archdemon. She’s still in that kind of post-battle haze where she wants to do nothing but lie around, maybe sleep for a while, maybe eat something, and this time she actually doesn’t have to do anything but lie around (Wynne expicitly told her so). The smoke clouds over Denerim have finally vanished, she’s home, her family is safe, her companions are alive and unharmed or have been healed, the Blight is over, Zevran is there... The future is a mystery and she doesn’t know what she’ll do next with her life, but that can wait. Right now, she has a chance to rest, and she grabs it with both hands.

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

I’m very attached with her reluctance to leave anybody behind and her fear of death. It’s something I can relate to and they make for good storytelling; at one point she’ll have to decide which of the two she’d rather do >:) . I also recently decided that if she’d ever have a symbol associated to her, it’s the sea and particularly the waves crashing against a rocky cliff, tunneling through the stone and dragging gravel in and out of the tunnels in an ever-thundering cacophony of sounds. The waves just have something relentless and unstoppable about them, and they smooth out even the hardest and roughest stone. I haven’t worked out yet if Astala is the stone or the waves; probably a bit of both. But I like this piece of symbolism.

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Thank you so much for the ask!! These questions really are a ton of fun (and I got to share some writing! Yey! :D). It’s also amazing how much they can help to flesh out characters, or to reveal things that I knew but didn’t know I knew, if that makes sense. Anyways, I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you had fun reading it as well ^^

[fandom-blackhole]

Now that I have time and some motivation let's get down to business.

Paz also has tattoos for you,

One of your name in mando'a,

Second of the star constellation that you spotted on your trip, we love our wiccan king,

He'd 10000% be the guy to get his child's birth date tattooed,

Paz posting his precious doggo on instagram?,

Oh or Paz starting a culinary YouTube channel???,

And also showing his of the grid lifestyle?,

showing his animal rescue and promoting adoptions!,

He is buffy, handsome, funny, loves children and animals, dresses good and is the best chef, so there are many fanboys and fangirls in his comments thirsting over him,

When the comments asking if he is single get too overwhelming, he asks you to tune in for some vlogs,

You'd definitely film a mukbang video!!,

And also these crazy spicy noodle challenges,

Boba accidentally disliking all of Paz' videos?? (we are still onto tech-grandpa Boba? 😂),

You have to make sure that he doesn't post any pictures done by his hand,

He'd retweet funny clips of cats and cute pictures from Jango Investigation company's official profile,

Also him leaving embarrassing comments on your profile?

Or not knowing that there is function to dm you on instagram,

So he comments on your recent holiday trip picture ''you looked good in this swimsuit princess, shame on me I tore it apart'' or ''looking tempting babygirl, be ready, sir will be home soon'',

Din doesn't really care for sm?,

Like he used to be a casual user,

But one day people were flooding his comments and dms, spamming him with @pascalisapunk,

He noticed that you were watching youtube kids with Grogu,

(oh now I hope you will know what is going on) Grogu really likes watching cocomelon,

So Din tricked him to watching PewDiePie instead,

You don't like it tho, thinking these videos are too edgy and stupid for both of them,

''Din you've watched too many of these videos and you became a brain-rotten himbo I don't want the same to happen to our son!'',

Din and Grogu playing Minecraft together? 🥺,

Also Paz has the best town in Animal crossing for sure!,

Surprise, surprise Boba actually likes and knows how to(!!!) play Mafia game (well it's from 2002 so maybe that's why lol),

But he is the king of board games,

Especially Monopoly!!!

Also not to mention cars games,

He made you play strip poker with him 😳,

Paz and you doing a baby shower at his restaurant!!,

Imagine big daddy bear Paz with a little babygirl 😍😍😍, (Bummer that we don't have an official name for the Armorer, could be honored by Paz naming his baby after her 😭),

Grogu telling his friends at school that his daddy is also an actor lol,

Few days later bunch of 5 year olds are asking him if this is the way to the restroom, if he can bring in some hot chocolate, and doing the baby yoda batuu sound at him lol,

Poor Din, but he secretly loves it, he just loves children,

So imagine his combustion when you tell him that you are having a little Djarin 😍,

Paz helping with babyshower??,

And Boba is totally on buying you a new, bigger apartment as a gift lol,

''What, Djarin? Can't have my little nephew and favorite sister-in-law who is pregnant living in your excuse of an apartament'' lol Boba has no chill,

Grogu gets addicted to bubble tea,

And it isn't because of your introduction, you knew better not to let him drink too often,

But everyday, after coming back from the kindergarten Din and Grogu would stop by your favorite bubble tea shop,

Grogu totally wants a little brother!,

And Din is thinking about a little babygirl or better, why not both, or even better two little boys and a little girl and Grogu being their big bro 😍,

You better be ready for some intensive wrestling sessions,

You and Din have no idea why, but lately, he seems to cum A LOT MORE,

When Boba carries out the tradition you are pregnant,

Pregnant with twin boys,

And the look identical, like they were literally cloned 😉,

Boba wouldn't throw a huge babyshower,

He is too afraid after the incident involving you and the rival syndicate,

Actually Boba decided that you should move from the downtown, to live in a more low-key area,

So you are now living in a palace 😉 in the suburbs

Boba gets you a private driver and a bodyguard,

But most of the time he tries to drive you to work since you both have offices in the downtown area,

Your daily commute can get really pleasurable for both of you 😳,

Boba has his own shooting range lol, king of extra right?

One day when you were babysitting Grogu at your place you found out that Boba was teaching the kid about shooting,

You were furious,

''C'mon princess, haven't I told you about me and my father? He showed me how to use a gun when I was even younger than Grogu'',

Srsly, this man,

Giving him a death glare you take Grogu and treat him for some bubble tea

-🐣

Oh yeeesss let's get to business....

Paz's tattoos 😭😭😭 so cute (kind of reminds me of my dad, he has all of our names)

Paz totally has an Instagram dedicated to Ad'ika

Paz being thirsted after on his YouTube is so cute

But his followers also really ship the two of you, because you both are just couple goals

Paz makes you the cutest anniversary video and posts it to his YouTube

Paz is a total gamer, he absolutely loves Animal Crossing and he makes a whole section of his town dedicated to you

Paz throws the absolute cutest baby shower and anyone and everyone is invited

You both decide to wait until after the baby is born to find out the gender, and Paz has a raffle going on at the restaurant where people can guess the gender

Armorer = Amira? Amara? Andromeda??

He makes you both cute matching sweaters for your characters

Paz is the one that introduced Grogu to minecraft

Boba cause so much havoc on social media

He totally is leaving thirst comments under your pictures on Instagram not realizing everyone else can see them too

You have a Instagram set up for Fennec too because she is just so photogenic, at least when you take the pictures

I think Boba is actually pretty proficient at using Twitter, and its more or less because he uses it to stalk people 9/10

You have a tumblr where you tease and make fun of Boba, mostly posting quotes or the silly pictures that Boba takes

Boba totally dominates at any board game, but especially Monopoly

That game of strip poker did not last long at all, and you think Boba quite literally was hiding aces up his sleeves

Boba makes sure you are always thoroughly satisfied before he drops you off at work every morning

When Boba finds out you're pregnant he celebrates, and its huge

He starts going all out buying anything and everything he can/wants

When he finds out its twin boys he is over the moon

Names for the boys, Jango and Jaster? Rex and Cody??

Boba totally buys some big house outside of town, that has anything and everything you could ever ask for

It also has a panic room and state of the art safety because Boba isn't taking chances with you or the boys

Also, bringing the babysitting saga to the modern au 😭😭

You walk in on Boba handing Grogu a gun and you flip out, yelling at him

He just shrugs and you take Grogu away and say that your kids WILL N O T learn how to do any of that stuff until they are atleast teenagers

Boba pouts because you ruined his and Grogu's bonding time

When Din comes to pick up Grogu, Grogu looks him in the eye and says "cocksucker"

Din has a heart attack and Boba laughs as you yell at him asking where he heard that

Grogu says that he heard uncle Boba say it while on the phone

Din tries to follow Paz’s recipes from his YouTube, and it always turns out badly and you have to come in and save it

Din totally loves Pewdiepie's humor

Din gets frustrated with social media and ends up just making an empty account so he can follow you and watch videos, but after the whole Pedro Pascal disaster he never posts anything

Grogu and you are his profile picture though

When Grogu goes around telling the kids at school he is the mandalorian he just sighs

And when all of the kids start quoting the show, he just starts quoting them back so they will stop bothering him

When Din announced the pregnancy Paz got so excited to have another nephew/niece

Paz lets Din hold the baby shower at the restaurant and he makes all of the food, including little gender reveal cake pops

Paz gifts the two of you a photo album at has pictures of the two of you and grogu, but it is still half empty so you can add more memories of your expanding family

Boba just hands Din house keys a day says the place is paid off and he's covering the bills for the first year (he also had a nice play set built in the backyard for Grogu)

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The Howl of the Moon - Remus Lupin

Summary:

After a terrible accident in the battle at the Ministry in 1995, Hermione Granger wins a one-way ticket to the past. Unable to go back to his time, his only chance for survival is to adapt to the late 70s and get on with his life, interfering as little as possible so that the future does not fall apart.

However, everything goes downhill when Remus John Lupine starts to notice too much the new girl who clearly wanted to go unnoticed by Hogwarts.

Chapters: Prolog | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven

Warnings: mature

                                        4.The one of the birthday

Anyway, March had arrived!

It was less than three months to the end of school, but it also meant that nearly a month had passed since the Valentine's Day disaster. I mean, disaster in parts and just for a few people, as James and Lily couldn't be happier in their passionate bubble, not to mention the redhead wouldn't give up on the idea that Remus and Granger were a potential couple, they couldn't be still, but if it were up to her the four would soon have a double date! It had taken at least four days for Hermione to speak fearlessly to Remus again, and at least a week for Remus to stop treating Lilly with vengeful indifference, which unfortunately for them had only reinforced the absurd idea of a possible crush even further. in Lily's head.

So the ninth of March had arrived and with it the eighteen years of Remus! Unfortunately, it fell on the first day of the full moon, but luckily they would have a total eclipse that night, which meant…

- PARTY AT THE SHRIEKING SHACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A night just among the marauders, completely free of a curious and violent werewolf breaking free and running across the school grounds. Despite loathing the lunar cycle, Remus Lupine loved eclipses. When an eclipse was in the sky, Moony fell asleep inside him practically disappearing, making the wizard feel completely human - if only for a few hours.

No naughty whispers, no chocolate stuff, and no sharp senses!

Just him, a somewhat shy, scarred teenager who allowed himself to live a little.

Although the party was only later, none of them had shown up for dinner in the great hall that night - which in itself had been reason enough to make Minerva's hair stand on end. Everyone knows that professors love to gossip about students' lives and this was no different at Hogwarts, so of course Professor McGonagall had noticed the closeness between Jean and Remus during tutoring. So with the excuse of asking Miss Granger to try to stop any potential madness the marauders were planning, he called the student into his office as soon as she had finished her dinner:

- Oh, is today his birthday?

- Naturally, that's why I imagine he and his roommates are up to it like a Bunch of Silly Baboons.

Hermione, for her part, couldn't hide her laughter, she still remembered the dance lessons she had taken in fourth year for the Winter Ball where Minerva had made that same criticism of the Gryffindor students. So the girl wondered if the marauders had been the first to hear such endearing adjectives. The older witch seeing the student's laugh also smiled.

- I see that you have become very close to Mr. Lupin, a fine boy, I must say.

- Teacher, I'm not for that much… We are a good pair… Working! I mean, we work well together, in monitoring! - She replied embarrassed, wanting to run away from the subject as she was running from Lilian.

- Honey, don't waste the opportunities that Cupid presents to you. - And suddenly the teacher's eyes became very melancholy and hurt. - I once met a young witch as promising as you. Extremely intelligent and dedicated to studies. She met a guy who shared her same sense of humor, he was the only one who could debate as fiercely and passionately as she… Before the girl knew he was on his knees proposing marriage and she accepted. The teacher's melancholy smile was more than enough for Hermione to know that it wasn't just any student's story she was telling.

- Teacher despite whatever my heart dares to feel. And I don't say he feels anything about the matter of Mr Lupcough cough.” He coughed uncomfortable with everything the teacher was inferring. - Well what I mean is that under the circumstances in which I find myself… The way I came here. I couldn't… I simply wouldn't dare. I mean, it's too risky!

- And what I mean, Jean is that I don't want that story to repeat itself. Like you, she had a thousand and one very plausible and rational reasons to break off the engagement what she did. However, when she realized that as far as the heart, love, or even mere affection and camaraderie were concerned, it was not rationality that should have been heard, it was too late!  

Hermione didn't know how to respond, despite all her embarrassment with Lily on Valentine's Day she had never looked at Remus in that way! Yes they were good friends, got along well together and could talk about anything for hours and hours. Of course she found his shy way cute in an adorable way like a needy pet, and she sure enjoyed Lupine's chocolate addiction, but she never looked at him as anything other than a housemate. By Merlin, she often had to remember that he wasn't her teacher but a teenager like her! But love, affection?

   Seeing that the student was clearly confused, Minerva turned away from the subject and went back to inquiring about the possible pranks the Gryffindor quartet might be planning. But if even Jean didn't know what they were up to, McGonagall could only hope that Bunch of Silly Baboons Baboons didn't do any damage to her school! Dismissing the student right away, stating that she needed to correct some parchments for the next transfiguration class for sophomores.

   Hermione, still shaken by the previous conversation, left, but soon stopped at the door, turning hesitantly towards the teacher.

- Teacher… If I may ask. What happened to your student and the guy she turned down?

- Naturally they went their separate ways. I understand she has taken on an important position in the ministry of magic. And he... found a new someone to love...

- I… I'm sorry teacher.

- Me too, Jean, but it's late now. Go back to the dorm if I won't be forced to give you detention. - The teacher joked, but Hermione couldn't help but hear the melancholy tone in the witch's words.

* * *

Contrary to what Minerva thought, the only damage the quartet would do would be to their own bodies. Come on, it was Lupine's birthday and more than that it was his night of sobriety about the wolf that shared his body! It was obvious that they would get drunk until tomorrow!

The four met on the second floor of the screaming house near eight-thirty at night, with them having prepared a nice little party for their werewolf friend: lots of fire whiskey, a chocolate cake, butterbeer, thousands of sweets from Fingers of Honey not to mention a mini feast smuggled straight from the kitchen of Hogwarts, after all the house elves adored James and Sirius. And of course a small bottle of water - since Peter liked to hydrate between a glass and another - the only sensible one in the group that night. All three were moved by the birthday boy's happiness, noticing how the daily weight had disappeared from Remus' back, being ridiculously lighter.

- And what are we waiting for? - With that sentence James started the night's celebrations.

Drinks over there, cakes over here when they saw it, it was past ten at night and everyone was irrevocably drunk. It had been at least six glasses of whiskey for Sirius, with Remus finishing up his fifth - which was already more than a little more than ideas after three bottles of butterbeer.

- Does Audrey know the reason for her disappearance, Peter? - James asked as he chewed on a chicken leg.

- Just I was celebrating the birthday of one of you.

Audrey Flint was the Slytherin who had sent Peter the little Valentine's card, and who had surprisingly been dating her ever since.

- Remus, even Peter has a girlfriend. When are you going to get one? You know I don't care about gender as long as he or she knows that marauders are their priority! - Sirius asked, nudging the werewolf beside him.

"Lily said it won't be long before he and Granger assume something." - James delivered his girlfriend.

- That's not it! Jean and I are just... friends? - Remus asked embarrassed, but at the mention of Jean rather than the clear questioning of his partner preferences. The truth is, Lupine didn't know if he was in the position of Granger's friends or colleagues at that point in the championship. The relationship was weird since Valentine's Day, at times it seemed that nothing had changed while at others Moony was a real busybody!

- If even that you know what they are. It's definitely lost!

- If they're not friends they can definitely be something else. - Peter nudged, liking the way Remus was starting to turn red and bewildered.

"The way you treated Lily after Valentine's Day just shows how much you're into her, Remus." - James insisted.

- No, no, NO! - Remus managed to deny it. - You got it all wrong! Jean and I would never work, you know I can't….

- I bet you're denying it like that because you don't know how to kiss. - Peter threw more wood into the fire.

- Of course I know how to kiss! - Remus was insulted.

That was partly true, as she'd had her first kiss two years earlier, also in an eclipse, when she'd allowed herself to experience a kiss that night. It had been at a Gryffindor party and had been no more than a smacking of lips, and since then he'd never come close to anyone else's mouth.

- A little kiss does not count as knowing how to kiss! - Sirius accused his friend, turning to him.

- And how do you expect me to learn then?! You know I don't…

Sirius didn't let his colleague finish, with a roguish grin he pulled Remus' neck towards him.

- Like this. - Whispered in his friend's ear, having fun when he saw the same shiver, approaching his body more and more.

In a second their lips were joined, with Black initiating an agitated kiss. He knew his friend had no experience, he had the vague memory in his drunken memory of Lupin describing how shameful and awkward that peck had been two years ago - so it had started slowly, but not having much patience and being clearly upset, he deepened the kiss without blinking. Then he opened his mouth hungrily, forcing his tongue against Remus' mouth, who surprisingly had given way and not only that, but was also trying to match his roommate's reckless rhythm.

After all, if it was in the rain, it was to get wet!

Mimicking Sirius' movements, Remus also held the brunet's neck possessively, intensifying the movements of his lips - adrenaline rushing through him. Their tongues tangled and wrestled and caressed, all to the sound of Peter's laughter and the shocked spit of James who had just put another glass of whiskey in his mouth when his friends began kissing furiously. It wasn't his fault he got scared and spit it all out at Peter!

But just as slowly as it started, the kiss ended.

- See if you learn and do it right with Granger. Sirius fixed his hair. - And if she doesn't want to, I'll always be here for you, monny! - He stated provocatively as he turned another glass.

- At least she won't have a beard itching. - Remus implied joining in the joke. - Can you tell me how you're still alone?

- There is no woman for me at Hogwarts. - Sirius declared, just like Xuxa Meneghel, where there were no men for her in Brazil.

* * *

All marauders were completely rotten, miserable, destroyed and finished.

All but Peter, who wisely interspersed the whiskey with generous doses of water, being the one who drank the least at the party - having a preference for chocolate cake. Sirius was down on the infirmary (he had the greatest resistance to alcohol, but even he overreacted); James was clinging to the toilet in Gryffindor, Peter was cheerful and bouncy with his Audrey, while Remus exploded with a headache. His eyes were sunken, his head seemed to be being poked by five drills as runaway ambulances pulled up to his ear - all with Moony barking furiously at being repelled last night by the "unnatural and evil" eclipse (words of the Wolf).

At least her swollen system from Moony's presence had minimized the seasickness effects, but the migraine remained like a sledgehammer on an anvil.

A bad mood had irrevocably seized Lupin. From the first dawn of the day Remus was IM-PRA-TI-Cable, being almost the human and rabid version of Moony, threatening to stupefy the next one who made noise in front of him. At least in the morning, since after lunch the sobriety potions began to take effect, turning him once again into a Pomeranian lulu and no longer a rabid pinscher.

At least that afternoon he could rest peacefully, as no one even went to the prefects! His plan was a quiet, undisturbed nap!

"You know, you might as well practice those licks with Jean, instead of pretending to be lazy" - Moony spoke like someone who didn't want anything when they were alone, going to the prefect.

- Licks…? - Remus was confused.

But Moony was prepared for that, immediately projecting memories of the night before - causing Remus to trip over his own feet at the sight and feel of Sirius' mouth and beard against his face.

THEY HAD DONE WHAT?!

“Nothing against what you prefer, but I think Jean more…. intriguing"

- Remus? Is everything OK? - Hermione asked after noticing the pale state that the ex-teacher arrived in the transfiguration room.

And it was when Remus' eyes focused on the girl that his face went up in flames, still moved by Moony's suggestion. THAT MEDDING WOLF!

"Just slightly drunk…" He replied, crawling to his seat, sitting down comfortably while putting his backpack as a pillow.

- Drunk?! I don't think Minerva was counting on it! - She laughed.

- Are you her new spy, Jean? Before it was Lily who was our probation officer. Befriended me just to watch over James and Sirius? - Remus joked, settling into his wallet.

- I don't know if that was her real intention, but it felt like it to me last night when she called me in her office to talk about... How did she say? Ah yes, "silly baboons babbling in a pack"!.

- There is! Professor Minerva has always been the most creative at Hogwarts! - The witcher laughed, soon regretting it when his head began to throb again and he moaned in discontent.

- What made you drunk so far?

- I had a birthday.

- Congratulations? Hermione asked, undecided by the deplorable state of the boy beside her.

He nodded gratefully, then tucked his head back into his backpack.

- Thanks, but would you mind holding the butts without me today? I put up with all day waiting for that nap.

Hermione just nodded, patting her light brown hair in congratulation, not seeing Moony squirm happily in the mind of Remus, a real needy puppy.

However, just that day, a living being appeared at the monitor in search of clearing up his doubts about the last transfiguration class of the seventh year, regretting it the moment he saw who was the monitor of his class.

Severus Snape would not stoop to the point of asking one of the marauders what things, no matter how trivial! Even though the rascal in question was almost drooling over his backpack by now.

- Can I help you? Hermione asked, noticing Snape's intention to turn around and leave.

- Do you know the content of the seventh year or just this wolf project? - Asked mockingly as he indicated with his chin the Gryffindor passed out.

- You'd be surprised what I know. - Retorted defiantly. She had almost changed her mind when Severus implied knowing that Remus was a wolf, but quickly remembered that he had almost died because of Remus, or rather because of Sirius who played a more than unfortunate prank on the Slytherin. His challenge did not find deaf ears.

Threat, warning, knowledge and... flirting? The girl's challenge reached every possible sense, although Severus very much doubted the latter.

Well, Snape had a mirror in the bedroom, and even if he didn't, he was reminded of his questionable appearance all the time. Jean might have publicly rejected Sirius Black, but he would never look at someone like him, so there was no chance of it being a lame excuse to kiss in the nearest broom closet - although the idea was not repulsive to him, and well he even thought it was Very pretty.

Hermione thought he must be very desperate to actually accept her help, after all she was a year younger, muggleborn (not that he knew of) and Gryffindor. She actually thought he would refuse her help because she was a Gryffindor, but here he was snorting discontent as he sat at a desk and indicated the chair across from him an unquestionable invitation.

At the end of it all Snape had been impressed by how smart the girl was. He suspected even more than that drooling Siberian husky snoring a few wallets away. But Severus' joy was short-lived, as in the middle of the explanation another individual immensely more undesirable than the slime project sprang up in the classroom.

- HEY, SNOTTY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING NEAR HER?! - Sirius forgot his hangover to make trouble in defense of the girl one of his best friends was clearly interested in, waking Remus in the process.

- I don't see your name on it, Black! Snape shot back, making Hermione arch an eyebrow. Since when has she become a reason for egos?

Indifferent on the outside, but laughing on the inside, Hermione allowed herself to agree that that tirade had been good, very good. Maybe even enough to forget one or two reprimands Snape had given him in the future.

Was Sirius this annoying always? If she ever made it back, she wouldn't stop complaining to Harry about her friend's godfather's impossible behavior at school.

- What makes you think you can come here, snotty?! Get closer to us….

- As far as I know, here is a classroom at Hogwarts, in pre-service time for the transfiguration subject.

- If you have any doubts, ask someone of your level. - Sneered.

Hermione was terribly offended. He had called her stupid, for being a year younger! But she soon realized that it would make more sense that Sirius was referring to the fact that it wasn't a death eater project. Or something like this?

- I would, but the creature in question is sleeping during working hours. Should I report this slip to Professor McGonagall?

Sirius even managed to pull out his wand and cast a spell, but Hermione was quicker and threw a stream of water at him.

- Unpleasant. I hate the smell of wet dogs. - Snape teased once more.

- ENOUGH! - He interfered by talking to both of them. - What are you doing here, Black?

- Is it forbidden to visit my friends now?!

- That's when he threatens another student!

- You mean you agree that you are my friend! - He wasted no time, giving a wink being promptly responded with another jet of water.

- If you do not mind? - She said turning to Severus who kept his victorious smile in front of the soaked Gryffindor. - Would you like us to finish our monitoring elsewhere? Hermione asked Snape, who readily agreed, following the short-haired girl to the library. Where she had a private class in the subject, at least as far as Jean knew, after all she was a year younger, as much as she knew a lot about seventh grade content, that wasn't all. Surprisingly the Slytherin completed the gaps without any mockery or contempt for her making the time together really enjoyable.

Confused, Remus watched the girl depart with the stateroom Slytherin, confused and somewhat irritated with Sirius for making her leave.

- I think it's better you do it right with her! - Sirius warned him. - Or sooner or later she may fall for that venomous snake's tricks! Or better yet, in my charms! - He joked.

- Padfoot, she is more likely to date Snape than to date you, I would say until she marries him and has five children and eighteen cats. - Remus chuckled, relieved the kiss between them hadn't been a big deal.

Just brother's things, you know!

- Since you are missing the magnificent chance to be with me, I say with propriety, from someone who has a lot of experience, that you have more chances than him.

- Chances of what? She's just a friend, coworker at best. Besides, she's afraid of canines.

- Well… that's bad for both of us, Moony. - Sirius spoke to the werewolf, who just sighed in Remus' mind.

“I wish I were a fish…”

[zoocross0vers]

ZOOTOPIAN SONIC THE HEDGEHOG BRAINSTORM TIME DAY 3

CHARACTERS AND CHARACTER ROLES

The Heroes Concept

Sorry for delay but I finally showing topic that what character would fit into character and how their roles would look like (I explain in here)

As an example let’s start with main cast:

Sonic as Sonic - since he’s the main character of the story there’s no need to change his character role since those are key-important for the plot like in movie

(here’s his profile just in case: https://sonic.fandom.com/wiki/Sonic_the_Hedgehog_(Paramount)#Cast_)

The only in his case would be the change of place and  comunity: he’s in world of anthromophic mammals with no powers and certain prejudices and stereotypes, and sometimes certain paranoias, which that makes his anxietes harder since he is also a mammal/hedgehog but still different: blue, prefers shoes, glowes instead of clothes and has powers. And it could be possibility that when he arrived on Zootopia (not sure how if their planet is called Earth or not) the missing mammal case was happening and distrust towards mammals was growing, give him reason to not show up after what happened last time. There could be also small possibility he helped stopped the Bellwether takeover although unknowingly (or maybe not? who knows) and some two pair of eyes probably might noticed him even briefly though if you know what I mean. But for the record he decided to hide in Green Hills where he meet Nick and Judy and you know the rest.

Nick Wilde as Tom Wachowski

Tom personality

Kind-hearted and hard-working, Tom actively pursues the chance to help other people and is dedicated to his duty as Green Hills’s sheriff. He is very brave and is not afraid to get physical if the need arises and is protective of those he cares about. Despite his sharp tongue and an occasionally dark sense of humor, he is very sweet and gentle and frequently goes out of his way to assist others. Tom enjoys telling corny jokes, whether he is alone or with company. According to Sonic, Tom often talks with donuts and eats them if they “do not listen him”.

He dislikes boredom to the point that Green Hills’ lack of action nearly drives him out of his hometown to pursue work in San Fransisco. Tom shows open skepticism when presented with a situation that seems odd or fabricated, such as when he first met Dr. Robotnik. Although Tom is not afraid to fight, he prefers to avoid resorting to violence, shown when he tried to leave the Piston Pit when confronted by angry bar patrons.

Nick personality

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Nick_Wilde

Since those two are pretty much different when it comes certain things but have still lot in common like bad pun jokes and sense for justice.

It was not easy to make it right. I wanted him fit into Tom’s role but also keep his Wilde charm he has. Thankfully I was able to do right somehow so here it is:

Nick was actually born in Green Hills and was friend with Judy Hopps in childhood after incident with Gideon, but after incident with Ranger Scouts where she was present in this case ashamed for certain actions he decided to move (or run away) to Zootopia to live as shifty fox, unaware of him been targeted by Bellwether. But Judy whose also decided to study in Zootopia find and trying to make up to him and bring him back to Green Hills. After studying, while dating, they return to Green Hills get married and Nick follows footstep to became sheriff be a better person (unaware of him also been followed by small certain blue guardian: take a hint of what I mean by it). After hearing of Bellwether case he wants to try be a cop in Zootopia to find a purpose (instead just leave Green Hills out of boredoom he wants to prove himself be better). He sympatize with Sonic more since he knows what is like to feared of what you are and been haunted by a past. I still need to work on that.

Judy Hopps as Maddie Wachowski

Maddie Personality

As a veterinarian, Maddie cares deeply about living creatures and enjoys helping them to heal. She scolds Tom not to shoot the raccoons that get into their trash with her dart gun and gets annoyed with him when she finds out he shot Sonic with it. She also shows sympathy for Sonic when she sees that his feet hurt because he wore through his sneakers. She works well under-pressure and shows emotional and intellectual maturity. She is very loving and supportive of her husband. She made him a cake to congratulate him in case he got the job he wanted in San Francisco and another cake in case he did not get it. She also tells him that since he has made sacrifices for her, she is happy to sacrifice for him.

Judy Personality

https://disney.fandom.com/wiki/Judy_Hopps

They sure have more in common aside for job. She cares for her husband since childhood despite of what happened, she even go after him to make up to him, save him from wrong path and ask for forgiveness, since she feels responsible for it, even though none of both was fault. She was born in Bunnyburrow but always visited her relatives from mothers side in Green Hills where she also first met Nick (inspired by my life, I really love to visit my relatives) She wanted to be cop but could not, but also found a passion in medicine and that is why she became vet after she moved in Green Hills with Nick (those two make a really great team, also it is nice callback from concept of Zistopia where Nick pretented to be vet). She also shows connection with Sonic and in this case has less problems with his “nudity” considering she always has to check her patients without clothes. (trust me I know what I talking about)

Again still need to work on that. I hope you help me grinding with this. For now that is all but I promise there will be more. Also think you can pictures on those description since I dont know how to do that along with your opinions? (you can use my drawing for that if you want ;-D)

And also:

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY ZOOTOPIA

...

Hi Guest! I’m so sorry for taking forever to get back to you on this. Hope you had a great 5th Zootopia Anniversary! I watched the movie again that day and even after 5 years, I still love that movie!!! <3 <3 <3 

But anyhoo, on to this lovely Sonic crossover!

When it comes to the setting, do you think Green Hills should actually be BunnyBurrow? Or do you want Green Hills to remain it’s own thing?

I guess I ask because the way Nick is being set up, he kind of reminds me of this one fic that Helthehatter wrote called, “Blueberries”, where it’s an alternate story of how Nick and Judy met. In that fic, Nick is a deputy in BunnyBurrow and his police partner is Finnick and Nick is pretty bored because not much happens in a small town like BunnyBurrow (that is until he meets Judy, who never became a cop before meeting him). 

I picture Nick would be something like this where he and Judy weren’t the ones who solved the Bellwether and Nighthowlers case, but Jack and Skye. And he wants to have an exciting adventure like that and be a hero, do something important, but nothing ever happens in BunnyBurrow/Green Hills. 

I could still see Judy being his partner on the force, but unlike him, she’s actually pretty content being a cop in a small town. Though, if you like the idea of her being a vet better for this then I could work with that ^^

Personality wise it shouldn’t be too hard to give the characters similar traits since they seem to have enough in common. 

Would it be okay if Judy does at least try to get Sonic to wear some clothes, it still feels like something she would do, lol! ^^” But of course, in a nice understanding way rather than in a panicky manner.

When it comes to Sonic, rather than Nick just forming a sort of best friendship with him, maybe Sonic can kind of look up to him and Judy like parents? I mean, Sonic is still a teenager and Nick and Judy are full grown adults. That way at the end, he really is joining a new family. :)

I think I like the idea of this Nick having been born in Green Hills/Bunny Burrow rather than Zootopia, because that makes his desire for a new and bigger setting more important. If he grew up in Zootopia, left it, then wants to go back to it, then it kind of takes away that feeling of wanting more.

In regards to Sonic, maybe he decided to hide not just because he’s a blue hedgehog, bust also because he’s basically walking around naked and maybe when he first showed up he walked like that in front of some old ladies and he scared them. Ever since then he decided to observe the animals from afar. It’d be a good reason too why he had a disguise too. Here not to blend in as a human, but simply to cover himself up?

I say let’s just call the Zootopia world Earth. It’s easier ^^

Not sure yet, if Sonic should’ve had an active role in the nighthowler incident, but maybe he did manage to see the fear and chaos it caused in animals via Nick and Judy’s TV and by observing animals from afar. If he did decide to help solve it though, maybe he probably just helped Jack and Skye grab the concentrated pellet and handed it to them like a blue blurr and then with that evidence in their grasp, it proved enough to arrest Bellwether and they got the credit since nobody saw him.

This is all I got so far. Does this work for you? Is there more you’d like to add or change?

[lonestarpost]

Episode Review - 2100 Degrees

by @lonestarbabe

9-1-1 Lone Star’s second episode of its second season, 2100°,  presents viewers an unfathomable disaster. A highly-promoed volcanic incident gives the original 9-1-1 a serious competitor in its bid for the most outlandish emergency scenario to ever be imagined. Funnily enough, the outrageousness allows the show to combine offbeat humor and character development that culminate in utter heartbreak. While the insane 9-1-1 calls may be the flashy attention-grabbers of the show, it is the character dynamics that make the show most compelling and allow the audience to suspend their disbelief and become invested in the lives of the characters. Thus, the episodes that align their attention around the characters’ lives rather than the emergencies are the most endearing. 2100° puts the characters front and center and allows the emergencies to reflect the concerns and insecurities of the characters, and it wonderfully shows the forged togetherness of the 126 and everyone in their periphery.

The episode begins with a pool party that inherently feels more dangerous in a COVID-19 world, even before the party turns into a flesh-melting horror show commences. The pool becomes the first volcanic hot spot viewers see, and the irresponsible partygoers start to live out their worst volcanic nightmares. The next scene cuts to eight hours before the party. The 126 is having a party of their own to celebrate Owen being in remission from his cancer. The event is made comical with a tumor cake that T.K. had gotten made to look like scans of Owen’s tumor. It’s no doubt an ugly cake, inscribed with the words “Tumor Slayer,” but the gesture shows how the 126 has built a family and how they have become even closer since we saw them meet way back in season 1. Cheesy tumor jokes are shared in jubilance, but there’s undeniable darkness that still looms. Owen sets the tone of the episode when he says, “I am both repulsed and moved.”

Hints of what is to come in future episodes are shown through casual moments. Carlos not-so-artfully dodges T.K.’s inquiry about meeting Carlos’ parents, Tommy sits alone and shows the insecurities she has about coming back to the job, and Owen broods rather than enjoying the party. Gwyneth tries to get Owen to not bottle things up (referring likely to their past relationship issues). Things are looking up, but there’s still a sense of unease that follows viewers into the next scene, which features a young family. They’re having a fun day at Paradise Family Fun Center. The dad seems to be in good spirits as he plays mini-golf, but his wife mentions that he is tense. Just like Owen, he is bottling his feelings up. He’s set over the edge when he misses the shot for mini golf, and it’s revealed that the family is “officially broke.” As the husband boils over, his wife is understanding. You can see the tension drop from the husband’s shoulder, but before the moment can get too comfortable, in true Lone Star fashion, the man falls into a steamy pit. This scene furthers the sense of urgency that suggests the 126 shouldn’t get too comfortable— the world is too unpredictable for comfort.

The 126 rescues the man with Marjan diving into action without waiting a beat, and while tending to the family, Tim makes a dangerous promise to a child that “Nobody is going to die today.” The minute the words are out of his mouth, it’s clear he’s said the wrong thing. Tommy scolds him about it, telling him that he wanted to make himself feel better by reassuring the child, but just scenes later, she makes similar promises to her eight-year-old twins. She feels guilty, knowing it’s never good to make promises that she can’t guarantee. She’s self-aware of her actions, and the guilt begins to spike. She is doubting her role as a leader, and she wonders if she can balance her work and family life, which is a reoccurring theme for the new character. Gina Torres excellently shows the conflict the character faces in a way that feels subtle but poignant.

Grace gets one of her few moments in the episode when a young woman named Lily is stuck in a comedically named food truck called Guac and Roll that sells vegan Tex-Mex. She is surrounded by both scorpions and lava. Yikes! Grace thinks quickly, and she’s an expert at keeping a reassuring voice as she goes through options until she finds one that works. Grace sounds so in control that it would be easy to lose track of how smartly she manages emergencies. Grace helps Lily create a dressing concoction to get the scorpions to scramble until Carlos comes and escorts Lily out.  Seeing Carlos, however briefly, always makes a scene better, and he and Grace make a pretty great team.

Back at the pool, nice girl, Elise, has badly burned herself by trying to save a jerk, who had mocked Elise for her looks, saying that she is a “Waco four.” A nicer young man, who pines for Elise, is hit by volcanic debris, which draws the attention of Tommy and Nancy. Elise and the young man are taken to safety, but the chaos only increases for the 126. Tim tends to a young man, Spence, and despite Spence’s pleading for reassurance, Tim refuses to promise that Spence will be okay, learning from his past mistakes. Unfortunately, it is at this time his words come back to haunt him. The words “Nobody’s dying today,” feel especially ominous as the volcanic debris strikes Tim and kills him right there and then. The show doesn’t take the time to even try to save him, which makes his death blink and you miss it. The speed of the tragedy shows how quickly life can take a turn for the worse, and it adds to the helpless feelings the 126 collectively has in the following scenes because they were powerless to save Tim, but they still regret that they hadn’t found a way to save him.

The final quarter of the show is fittingly dedicated to the initial grief that the team is feeling. They are despondent, and Nancy especially expresses guilt over leaving Tim. They had no choice but to leave him, and Judd’s words, “There was nothing left to work on, Nancy,” feel like a big, volcanic boulder through the viewers’ hearts. The small gestures between the 126 show the skill of the actors and the closeness of the team.  Marjan grounds T.K. with a hand on his shoulder. Judd passes Marjan a pillow after clutching it himself (just as he did when he clutched the pillow in therapy back in episode 2). Judd, incredibly familiar with the pain of losing members of his team, is a voice of reassurance and strength in the ending scenes, and this shows how much he has grown. He tells Tommy that she has added to her family, which reiterates the idea that while they have all lost so much, the 126 is still family. Prompted by Judd’s words, Tommy apologizes to Nancy for her loss, and then changes her words to say, “our loss.” You can feel in this moment, as she comforts Nancy, that Tommy is becoming more integrated into the group whereas before these episodes she only really knew Judd and Grace.

The final moments show how each of the 126 and their family members are coping with the loss. The song Hallelujah makes the scene even more heartbreaking and the startling beauty and horror of the falling ashes sets the tone of the montage. You can feel the grief of each of the characters, but there are moments of intimacy and love between the intense sorrow (and these connections make these final moments all the more painful for the viewers). These moments are some of the best images in the entire show, and they evoke so many feelings without having to overact the grief that the characters are feeling. These moments feel resigned, and the helplessness they all face is tangible. All they can do is search for the parts of their life that give them meaning and reprieve from their feelings of loss.

In these moments, Owen pets Buttercup and talks to Gwyneth about what has happened. He sits outside, after just recovering from lung cancer, and breathes in volcanic ash as he drinks tequila in a way that feels unhealthy. His survivor’s guilt from 9/11 is still strong, showing that loss doesn’t just go away over time. Marjan and Paul are together, and Marjan tearfully boxes with Paul. Mateo goes on a lone run, and you can imagine the dialogue that’s going on in his head— the pained thought that he is always in trouble. The guilt that naturally comes with such thoughts is probably intense. He runs to a church, halting in front of it as the song starts to reach its crescendo. He’s looking for meaning, and it is no coincidence that he is the one character who has no companionship in those moments. Tommy, meanwhile, tends to Buster, Tim’s kitty, who she has brought into her own family. The moment shows immense progress for Tommy, and it only took her one episode to make such large strides.

In one of the most powerful moments of the episode, we see T.K. entering Carlos’ apartment. He climbs up the stairs before falling into Carlos’ waiting arms; this instant is a glimpse of the intimacy that viewers have been wanting to see between the characters. It is a brief but painful moment. Echoing the scene between Carlos and T.K., Judd goes home to Grace, who is waiting in bed; she is still awake and pulls Judd closer. They have each other, and that is a small comfort. Judd’s face is filled with all the memories and sorrow that he has gone through in such a short time. He doesn’t close his eyes. It will be a sleepless night for everyone.

The episode was beautifully paced, and it showed the bond between the team. It emphasized relationships between characters over plots, and the balance between the characters felt more balanced. 9-1-1 Lone Star is making good progress with its characters and learning how to balance the large cast of characters. Nevertheless, the show still has work to do to make sure that the diverse characters are not objectified or ignored. Too often, characters like Grace and Carlos are used merely as puppets in other characters’ stories. For example, while Carlos was expertly played by Rafael Silva in this episode, his appearances were brief, and when he did appear, he furthered other people’s storylines, particularly T.K’s.  The future for these often neglected characters looks promising, however, and the show will make great improvements if they learn to incorporate all the core characters better. 2100° shows both the progress that 9-1-1 Lone Star needs to make, but it also

[enchanted-prose]

#11 Playing a Game, Solving a Puzzle

 I am publishing a chapter featuring thE BIRTHDAY QUEEN, PRINCESS AMARINDA OF BULTAIN!!!!

Word Count: 4,203

Characters: Amarinda, Tobias, Queen Danika’s Inquisitors (Original characters), Ayvar (Original character), Lord Feall (Original character)

Notes: Edited! I hope you really enjoy this one because I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WRITING IT!

ENJOY!

“That’s Falstan Stead, Cornwick, and Riverfront,” Amarinda sighed, crossing three town names off her list. She stretched out her gloved hands. “That’s everything, aside from Drylliad.”

Tobias tipped his canteen towards his hand, and wiped water across his forehead, “I’d be willing to go with you to Tithio if that’s what you wanted.”

A tempting offer, but Amarinda shook her head.

A gusty breeze whisked through her horse’s mane, the trees and their rustling leaves seemed to agree with her thoughts.

The scent of horse and her own unwashed body added to her frustration.

Come to think of it, her frustration was a large, decorative cake. The kind of cake with lines and lines of spun sugar, and tiers and tiers of cake itself. With each inconvenience, Amarinda was quietly adding a decoration to her frustration creation.

Oh how she longed to be rid of it; the cake had become extremely distasteful early on.

Fatigue was threatening to overtake her.

It was time.

It was time to return to Drylliad. Time for a hot bath, something with cream, and a few minutes of frustrated emotional release. She’d be prepared to handle all other situations after that.

Time to throw away her gaudy frustration cake.

Her riding boots became a little too tight the moment she thought about being able to take them off and walk through the castle lawns.

She’d ridden out with Queen Danika’s seven investigators two days before, and Tobias went with her without hesitation.

Together, they’d combed through every village within a reasonable radius of Drylliad, asking if they’d seen anyone fitting the predicted description of any surviving Thay member.

They heard a wide variety of rumors, but only one of them had enough credibility to almost be true.

Supposedly, Graer Thay had gathered an army, and he was somewhere in Carthya looking for his daughter too.

Too many theories cluttered Amarinda’s head. She prided herself on being perfectly organized, but without a clear path, she’d fallen into disarray. Tobias made her write everything down at one point. It helped, in a way. Having everything out in the open made thinking much easier.

Amarinda spent hours pouring over her decision. Though she’d come to Carthya at a tender age, she still had memories of Bymar. Still remembered learning how to fence with her cousin, Princess Eline, and Eline’s ladies-in-waiting.

Mireldis Thay was one of them.

Too much time had passed since Amarinda last saw Mireldis, she doubted she would recognize her.

The Thays were ghosts.

Rumors people clung to, a scapegoat the sixteen other noble houses dragged around to put their faults on.

A pin was coming loose from Amarinda’s hair. She shoved it back in, but to no avail; the pin only shifted.

Everything was much more enticing than admitting that they’d gone on a wild goose chase. Amarinda studied the patterns on her riding skirts. Studied the creases in her tan gloves. Studied the well kept road that would take her and her party back to the castle.

She’d stepped out on the stage, sang her magnificent aria, and took her final bow. The final encore was playing, it was time to face the music.

“I think it’s time to admit that we’re just chasing ghosts,” murmured Amarinda.

“Sounds like you’re saying Thay are ghosts,” Tobias grinned, eventually breaking into a stifled chuckle.

She couldn’t prevent her own smile. “That was clever.”

“I don’t like seeing you defeated, figured you needed a pick-me-up.”

His ability to notice her distress was comforting in a way. He was too good at making her understand that she was safe with him. “And what about you, Tobias? Are you in need of a pick-me-up?”

“You’re my pick-me-up, darling.”

“If you’re not careful, my blush will match my skirts.”

“I do like seeing you in that color.”

Amarinda shook her head, a laugh falling from her lips. She welcomed the play on words. She appreciated Tobias’s attempts to keep her happy.

But she was wasting time.

Even if the Thays were alive, they didn’t want to be found.

Who was she to take that from them?

The investigators, a little too slouched in their Bymarian uniforms, were waiting farther up the road. Their horses pawed the ground. Not one person called out a greeting.

Amarinda couldn’t blame them.

They were supposed to be scouring the countryside with Feall, not her.

However, she knew her value, and she still deserved to be treated with respect. The hairs on the back of her neck began to rise despite the sun shining on her back.

“Was anything found?” Amarinda asked, guiding her horse to the front of the group.

One of the investigators, a tall woman with pitch black hair, shook her head. “Thay must have known we were coming for her. I’m afraid she might have fled the area.”

“I would’ve fled the country,” muttered Tobias.

Which was probably what Mireldis Thay did, if she was alive. Amarinda was learning that she was ready to let the dead remain at peace. It wasn’t fair to drag memories through the mud.

“I would like a combined report from all of you that I can look over,” ordered Amarinda as she motioned for the investigators to follow her lead. “It seems our quest has failed.”

“We did make really good friendships,” Tobias argued, gesturing to the scowling investigators behind him.

His quiet humor really did manage to bring a lightness to any situation.

“You know, I think it would do good if you spoke to that young woman, Ayvar,” he mused.

“I know, I know. I wanted to participate in the investigation myself before I spoke to anyone. I was hoping we’d find Thay. Too many people are all too willing to impersonate royalty when given the chance.”

Tobias shrugged, “I can’t correct you there, and I’ve been in a similar situation.”

“That was insensitive, I’m-”

“Oh, don’t apologize, it was completely out of your control. Your statement is correct, and I wanted to attest to that. There was an opportunity to impersonate a missing person of power, Jaron, and many people seized that chance.”

“Conner’s gamble played out in Jaron’s favor,” Amarinda wrinkled her nose.

She hated admitting that her mind moved too quickly, hated admitting that sometimes she brought up old memories completely by accident.

Hated that she still said foolish things despite her training.

Hated that she inadvertently made connections.

Patterns were easy to her. She recognized patterns in history, and did her best to incorporate them into the present. Sometimes, Amarinda felt her head split into two sides.

One side was completely dedicated to her friends and family.

The other side was bent on finding every correlation imaginable.

It had taken years of practice to avoid bringing up Darius in a roundabout way in front of Jaron.

And she was still practicing the art of tenderly respecting the horrible game Bevin Conner forced her husband and two dear friends into.

“Now that you bring that up,” Tobias tilted his head. “I can see your concern. Why you would avoid bringing it up around Ayvar.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Oberson was involved somehow.”

“How so?”

How?

So many, many, many ways to usurp a kingdom-state, especially when there was already a family name taking all of the blame.

Bloody ways, stealthy ways, peaceful ways.

Too many ideas. Amarinda had to pick one. “Maybe he’s trying to put a puppet princess on the throne of Idunn Craich, marry her, kill her, and take the land. He’d be king over two kingdom states, it would be easy for him to lead an uprising against Queen Danika and King Norman.”

“Do you think Oberson is really capable of that?”

A direct reference to Oberson’s obvious disdain for physical activity.

People were both predictable and unpredictable all at once. Watching a grown adult behave in a position of power was almost the same as watching a toddler be left in a room with sweets.

“Not exactly, but it is a start. It’s also a coincidence that he’s here in Carthya, don’t you think?” Amarinda rolled her shoulders. “I’m excited to sleep in a real bed again.”

“Ah, I see where you’re coming from, spreading rumors about how much he fears the bloodthirsty Mireldis Thay and then lift her up to become his bride. It would make quite the romantic ballad. A disgusting one at that.”

“Hardly romantic to force a young woman to marry a man the same age as her grandfather.”

“Which makes Oberson’s theoretical plan all the more despicable.”

Amarinda’s skin was crawling. “We’ll put that on the extreme end. I shouldn’t even be judging him.”

“True,” Tobias nodded. “But you also know Bymarian politics better than anyone I’ve ever met, including King Oberson and Lord Feall.”

Warmth spread through her ribs. Spread through the entirety of her body, and burst out through a smile. "You're getting quite good at the game too, you know."

"I do try," Tobias chuckled. His dark hair was flopping across his eyes. "I still think you should speak with Ayvar. I know I will, but it won't be anything about politics. Or at least state politics, more along the lines of, and I can't believe I'm saying this, criminal politics. This is much more Roden's expertise than mine."

"Roden's got a lot on his plate at the moment, you're a good friend to help him out."

"Anything to keep him out of the alehouse. I haven't had to prescribe any tonics for him in almost four weeks!"

"That has to be a lie," teased Amarinda, but deep within her heart of hearts, she was happy to hear the news.

It wasn't her place to instruct a person's life.

But it was her place as a friend to be concerned.

A pair of pink roses bloomed on Tobias's pale face. "No, no, I'm being completely serious. And same with Jaron, as well, he's been doing much better now that he has multiple puzzles to play with. Although I suspect that he may have an allergy pertaining to, ah, Imogen's new feline friend."

"And what can we do about that?"

"Not much, except get rid of the cat," Tobias steepled his fingers, and tapped them against his nose.

The little gesture was all too recognizable. Amarinda pointed to her head, "Have you got a brilliant idea for me, love?"

"I do, actually. Oberson is the cat, and you are Jaron-"

"Hopefully I don't look like Jaron."

"-you're absolutely stunning, and if Jaron were a woman, he'd wish he looked like you, but I have a different point. Oberson is the cat, you are Jaron, who is quite possibly allergic to cats. You're allergic to Oberson.

"Think about it, Ami, we didn't have the Faola to worry about before Oberson arrived. Mireldis Thay was resting in an unmarked grave. Oberson is the one we should be worried about. Nobody ever suspects the older man with a-," Tobias arched backwards, and rounded his hand over his stomach. "I think there's more than what we see. A lot more."

"You're right, you're very right," Amarinda shoved her loose hair pin back into place. "I pride myself on locating similarities but I can't do it right now."

"In your defense, you're a part of the puzzle, not the person putting the puzzle together."

"Thank you, I think?"

As odd as his words were, Tobias's analogy made sense.

If Amarinda was a part of the puzzle, it would be much harder to see the grand picture. Even then, there would still be parts of the puzzle missing, as she doubted the puzzle was put together. The whole ordeal was making her head spin.

Making her head spin with no apparent direction.

Plans were essential. Jaron would argue that point at every turn, despite having plans already twirling around in his head. Things rarely ever worked out in the way people hoped, but plans provided stability.

There was typically an outcome various parties hoped for.

Not anymore. There was no grand ending to plan for.

No end goal.

There was no end goal to even think about.

Was it even there?

Was the end goal not something Amarinda could grasp?

That made her stomach tilt. It was dangerous, keeping harmful secrets. She was beginning to realize that maybe she was being stared in the face by an enemy she’d talked with before.

Perhaps they knew what the end goal was.

Aware of her scowl, Amarinda forced her face to relax. The birds were singing despite the rising heat. Everything was bursting with life, with the promise for a bright, wonderful day.

She clung to that promise.

“Tobias?” Amarinda asked, urging her horse to go just a little bit faster.

He followed suit. “Yes?”

Large stones marked the road, pointing the way to Drylliad for weary travellers. Dozens and dozens of people walked in lines towards the city.

At their head was a large man riding an even larger golden horse. He waved a greeting, and soon turned his attention back to the lines of people.

“I just want you to know that I love you.”

“Have you done something wrong?”

“Why is that the question you ask me?”

“Jaron tells me that he loves me each time he does something he knows I’d get mad about.”

Amarinda’s polite giggle soon turned into a struggle to keep herself from snorting. It made sense, as she’d seen Jaron walk up to Tobias covered in chicken feathers with a declaration of love on his lips. Her battle to contain her ungraceful laugh failed.

“No, no!” Laughed Amarinda, her eyes welling up. She was painfully aware of how her giggles were gaining pitch with each escaped sound. “I just- I just wanted to tell you!”

“I love you too, darling, and I haven’t done anything wrong either,” Tobias’s chuckles were far more contained.

It wasn’t quite fair, Tobias’s perfect laugh.

He was her best friend above everyone else.

Which was why it was so painful to know how close he’d come to harm because of that girl who’d attacked Feall.

So painful to know that no matter how hard Amarinda tried, there would always be something she couldn’t control. Something that would come hurtling toward her, and only damage Tobias in the process.

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Her skin had been scrubbed of dirt, sweat, and its own top layer. Made her skin smart, of course, but it was better than walking around in a disgusting travel gown with sticky hair.

And it was definitely better than being trapped in a large meeting room, flanked by virtual strangers.

Amarinda tucked her hair behind her ears. Lines and lines and lines of words were beginning to blur into the same excuse.

Tobias sat to her right, holding eerily still. The investigators sent from Bymar to find any living member of House Thay were seated at the same table. Each one of them bore the same black hair and the same royal uniform of blue and white. Not one person said a word as Amarinda read through their report.

“You didn’t find anyone,” Amarinda sat as tall as she could. “In all of your findings, you found no trace of Mireldis Thay or her father.”

“I’m sorry, Ambassador, we searched as well as we could,” said one of the investigators, a tall man with his hair tied back. The pins on his shoulder distinguished him from the others. He was of higher rank.

“I understand, it’s difficult searching for people who’ve grown used to keeping their names hidden. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mireldis wasn’t even here.”

A clatter of opinions burst from the investigators, all of whom were trying to argue that Lady Thay was most definitely in Carthya.

“Did you take a chance to visit the girl who allegedly attacked Feall?” Tobias murmured, he’d reached for Amarinda’s hand beneath the table.

They’d only just gotten back from their travels. Or at least that was the excuse Amarinda had drafted up during her long break before the meeting.

His grip helped her stay firmly planted. Amarinda sighed, “I-, no. I haven’t, I’m afraid of going. . .”

“And seeing the wrong girl there?”

“I’m more afraid of finding the right girl, Tobias. The Thays were good friends to Danika, they were there when I left Bymar for the first and last time.”

“Queen Danika is pushing for their pardon. Or at least that’s what I’ve been able to gather,” Tobias muttered, his eyes glued on Amarinda’s face.

“That’s what’s been said, but there’s no telling how true that is. King Oberson, he, ah, he’s terrified of Mireldis Thay, and it’s very likely that everyone else shares that view. I’ve sent a letter to Queen Danika to prove that she sanctioned this, but haven’t received anything in return.”

The arguing grew louder and louder, much unlike what Amarinda expected from Danika’s representatives. Her aunt ran a strict court, and had no time for gossiping in her presence.

Perhaps the investigators who’d been sent weren’t even members of Danika’s court.

It wouldn’t be shocking if that was true.

In silence, Amarinda and Tobias watched the men and women rise to their feet as they began to yell at each other.

“I know Thay is here! She’s going to slit our throats in our sleep!”

“And how do we know you’re not Mireldis Thay?”

“Because you were with me on that-!”

“You’re fools! All of you!”

Dots were appearing. Dots that needed to be connected. Amarinda shut her eyes for a moment, remembering the days of her childhood when she’d visit Drylliad. When she and Darius were calmly discussing the matters of whether or not fruit teas were legitimate, and he’d begin to fidget.

Just like his brother.

Darius would flick ink all over a piece of parchment, and then begin to connect dots until he’d made a picture.

He could do that no matter how dispersed the dots were.

Saints, Amarinda needed that ability.

She needed to connect these seemingly unrelated dots.

Oberson’s arrival, the rise of the Faola, the rude investigators Danika had sent, the sudden rise of interest in a young woman who’d vanished four years ago.

But how?

“I want to go. I want to go see her right now,” Amarinda decided.

She was choosing to pursue the more likely lead.

Choosing to connect the dots.

Besides, she’d been riding with the investigators all day, she knew what they’d seen.

Amarinda stood tall, Tobias standing ever so slightly behind her. She clasped her hands, “Noble lords, ladies, I appreciate what we’ve done and your efforts. I do believe that our search was thorough despite not finding what we wanted. Please leave your reports here so I can read them. As of now, you are free to return to Bymar.”

“With all due respect, Ambassador-.”

“There will be absolutely no arguing on my decision. My word is final, good sir.”

The silence that followed as she left the room had the power to choke a horse.

Think, Amarinda!     Think!

Dots, dots, dots. Put them into boxes. She needed to put them into boxes, organize them by size, frequency, and their first appearance.

Tobias padded along beside her, his hands clasped behind his back as the pair of them began the long descent to Drylliad's dungeon. No words needed to be said.

Amarinda was facing her fears, and deep down, she knew that she would find at least one piece of information before the afternoon was through.

King Oberson, a lesser king from Bymar. Amarinda had met him before while she was a child. She remembered him as being large, kind, and a little afraid. He brought presents to certain children in the court, but always kept his gift giving a secret. Pleasing others was always his priority.

Now Feall.

Feall was unpredictable, Amarinda had barely known him, as he'd risen to power just as she was fully embracing her role as Carthya's future queen. But she'd written to Danika and Danika's daughter, Eline, all about him.

He was a kind man with a strict outline for order.

He was one of the brave cavalry members who'd come to Carthya's aid during the Avenian war.

His presence with Oberson wasn't unexpected. Feall was a noble, yes, but not a king. He provided safety to those who sought it.

However, Feall and Oberson's involvement with Danika's investigators was enough to raise alarms. Amarinda didn't want to confess out loud how much she'd disliked their company.

She was supposed to be kind.

If it weren't for Tobias's steady hand, Amarinda would've walked into a stone wall. He continued his silence as he guided her down the grand staircase.

Then came the matter of Mireldis Thay.

Mireldis, daughter of Graer Thay, a man who'd earned the title of vagabond with his frequent travels. The Thays had been dear friends of the crown for generations following a marriage of two people from years and years ago. Their loyalties ran deep enough that the Thays frequently provided their children to pose as decoys for the crown's heirs.

Amarinda had known Mireldis.

They'd played together with imported dolls, fabricating elaborate stories that rivaled the dramas of court.

It had taken much on Amarinda's part to finally figure out what happened.

She could still remember the night that she read Eline's letter, explaining that the Thays knew about Avenia's plan to ravage Carthya, but didn't say a single word to Danika.

The Thay's kingdom-state was pillaged while Danika's soldiers were in Carthya.

The entire castle had been gutted, members of the family butchered, save for Graer's wife. She managed to rebuild as much as she could.

Rumors spoke that she'd kept Mireldis alive, but when Danika came to find out the truth for herself, she'd been informed that Mireldis died; murdered by those who hated her family.

Grief didn't pick and choose the people it affected.

Amarinda hadn't seen Mireldis in more than a decade, but her heart still broke.

Her heart broke that night knowing that there was no proof of what had actually taken place that merited the slaughter of a family.

The torches guiding the way down to the dungeon flickered. A shiver ran down her spine, and she gladly took Tobias’s hand when he offered it.

Four guards had been posted at the outmost door. Only one spoke, asking minimal questions before letting both Amarinda and Tobias in.

Sunlight poured into the dungeons in patched gaps. Several of the prisoners inside only moved their heads as Amarinda and Tobias reached the bottom step.

A figure was already standing outside of the last prison cell.

The cell belonging to the supposed Mireldis Thay.

Heart in her throat, Amarinda forced herself to step forward. What would she say if it was Mireldis?

How could she apologize for the atrocities of the past?

“Didn’t expect to see you here,” Feall said. “Not that I don’t welcome your company.”

“We’ve just returned from searching for Mireldis Thay,” Amarinda stood tall. “There was no sign of her.”

“I can imagine it was surprising when word got out that Mireldis was here in Drylliad.”

“Is it true?”

Feall stepped aside, “See for yourself.”

Amarinda inhaled, clasping her hands behind her back as she looked over the girl in the cell.

Long red hair, bright green eyes, freckles that rivaled the stars. Her face was perfectly devoid of scars and blemishes. She wore trousers and a long black shirt. There was something fiercely confident in her stance.

This girl knew her value.

“It’s-,” Amarinda began, releasing the breath she’d been holding.

Feall was nodding. “I know.”

Was it wrong how relieved her heart was?

Was it wrong that she was happy for the answer she’d been given?

“Is it what you wanted?” asked Tobias.

Amarinda squeezed his hand. “That’s. . . That’s not Mireldis Thay, love.”

“Somebody recognizes it,” the red haired girl wrinkled her nose. “I keep telling everyone my name is Ayvar, and they don’t believe me.”

“People thrive on gossip, I’m sorry for the mixup.”

“I don’t mind, I’d be a fool to get angry about being mistaken for a princess. . . And I’d be a fool for not being angry about being locked in here.”

“Banditry and attempting murder is-,” Amarinda began, but Feall shook his head, stopping her argument.

“Ayvar knows the man behind the attack.”

“And?”

“And she was innocent,” Feall gestured to Ayvar. “She is the Faola who fought with me against my attacker.”

Tobias nodded in agreement. “He’s telling the truth, there was one who broke away from the group to help him.”

She nodded, “And what do you propose?”

“I haven’t run this by Captain Harlowe yet, but I think it’s unfair to Ayvar to be trapped here despite being innocent of what she was arrested for,” explained Feall as he crossed his arms. “I’d like to promise freedom to Ayvar if she helps us capture the bandit who came after not only me, but your husband, a noble regent, might I add.”

A noble proposition indeed.

And yet, Amarinda was still unsure of how she felt about relying on a criminal for information.

People would do anything to get what they wanted.

[mizu-writes-kumo]

Hi! I love all your Shance fics! If it's not too late, could you do a Last Airbender AU where Lance is a Northern Waterbender and Shiro is trying to make a betrothal necklace for him?

Thank you so much! Also I love this prompt! There is very little Lance actually in the fic…but you’ll see why. Also not in the ask, but I made Lance the Avatar, because I wanted to and I love that AU. Oh and Shiro is an airbender, because again, I love that idea.

You can also read it here on AO3

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Shiro didn’t think it would be so hard to ask Lance to marry him.

Okay, we’ll he pictured it being hard, but because of stuff that was to do with general nerves about find the right place and the right words.  Maybe a little fear of rejection. Not that he thought Lance would ever really tell him ‘no’, but still .  Like normal people have all the time, just maybe ten times more…because well Lance is Lance, and amazing.

And totally also the Avatar .

But that was something of a mostly minor thing in regards to Shiro asking for his hand.  

Well, minor in terms of the dynamics of their relationship.  It was just a fact of who Lance was, not the deciding name and title everyone else made it out to be.  And it was such a freeing thing for Lance.

Shiro had finally worked it all out.

They were visiting Lance’s home in the Northern Water Tribe. Taking some time off from keeping the peace in the words, about a good week.  So Lance could get some needed rest and see his family. And show Shiro all the things of his culture.

Which Shiro admittedly knew enough of already.  He was after all a well traveled airbender. Who had been to both North and South Poles and knew enough customs and ways of of life to get by.  But Lance was so excited about the idea of showing Shiro around his home. And after the month of political confrontations and stand offs they had face, well, Lance deserved to be humored.  

And Shiro worked out how to put the icing on the cake.

But then he had to go at tell Princess Allura his plan for the proposal.  

She beamed in excitement at the idea.  Eyes sparkling and smile bright. Offering to help where she could with any arrangements and things Shiro might need to make things happen.  Wanting to make everything perfect for her friends.

And then she had to blow a big hole in things.

“Oh can I see the betrothal necklace you plan to give him?”  She asked excitedly and expectedly.

And Shiro’s heart just sank.

Because he didn’t have that!  Was he supposed to have that?!  He didn’t know he was suppose to make something for Lance.  People in the Air Nomads just asked each other, and kind just got married to each other.  He thought he would be good like that. And he was sure that’s how people in other nations became engaged.  He never really paid that close attention to things.

No one told Shiro he needed to do anything other that ask.  

Allura had frowned disapprovingly, but she didn’t blame him.  Rather helpfully pointing him in the right directions of some shops that would have more than things he needed.  And more than inform for Shiro of the process.

Which had led Shiro to where he was now.

Alone in the room Lance and him shared in the Northern Water Tribe Palaces.  

Staring at the simple disk he bought with no idea what to even do.

It didn’t help that the shop owner of the place he bought it from glared at him when he decided on getting it.  That might have been because it was in the discount basket. And everyone knows who Avatar Lance is dating by name and appearance.  So they probably that he was being cheap or picking something horrible.  

Because apparently it was made of blackened whale teeth.  Which was both apparently very hard to carve (something Shiro had no skill in anyway), and just sort of a leftover piece no one really wanted.  No one used it to make anything really.

But there had been something about it that called to Shiro.

Shiro had been through enough with Lance to more than trust a pull to something.  Don’t question it, don’t trying to explain it, just accept.

It was how the meet in a way.

Shiro decides to rest in an inn, for no practically reason other than a feeling to stop.  Stop for the night and just relax with a good meal. Much to Keith’s bemoaning. But a rain storm hit, and Lance seemed to wash up with Hunk at some point.  Were short just a coin for the night. Shiro was happy to cover, because it was the nice thing to do, but again there had been a pull that has Shiro grabbing a handful of coins before leaving the room.  

The rest was kind of history from there.

And, besides, it wasn’t like Shiro got everything out the discount basket.  

He bought a very nice silk ribbon that was the same color as Lances eyes.  And fine silver clasps for the pendant he would make, and for the back. As well as the finest quality tools he could get his hands on.  As well as lovely box to keep the necklace in when he presented it to Lance.

So he wasn’t being cheap or anything.

However, now Shiro had no idea what to carve.  

Allura had explained usually people did something that was important to them.  Others just did interesting designs, or a favorite animal of their betrothed. There wasn’t really a rule on what to crave, well aside form it the carving had to be done the one presenting the necklace.  But skill really had nothing to do with it. The effort put in was symbol enough of the love and dedication.

Which left Shiro with no idea what to do.

And the longer he had no idea what to do, the sooner Lance was going to return from his day out with Allura.

Maybe Shiro was in over his head.

Lance would totally understand if he didn’t really have anything.  

Air Nomads don’t really cling to things.  So culturally it made since for Shiro to give him nothing.  But the betrothal necklace was part of Lance’s culture. He no doubt grew up expecting one to surface at some point in his life. Either being presented to him, or him giving it to someone.  And Lance and Shiro were a relationship of two parts, that shared everything they had with each other. So…

But Lance would understand the effort Shiro tried to put in, even if he came out with nothing….right?

Shiro groaned and he flopped back against the floor.

Why was this so hard?!

Shiro would do anything to give Lance the stars in the sky any given day, yet a simple necklace felt like the more impossible task.

Wait…

The stars in the sky…

That’s a good idea.

Shiro pushed himself back up to sit up and grabbed a tool and got to work.

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AN:I was going to write Shiro actually asking, but I didn’t like how it was turning out. So I got rid of it. But if anyone is wondering it happened under an aurora borealis and it was soft and sweet. And totally not what Shiro had originally, but Lance loved it so much. And he cared stars into the necklace, and filled it with like a white resin.

Again, tumblr got rid of italics, but I am too lazy to put them back in.

[seasaltmemories]

Thoughts on the Black Eagles

Spoilers for the entire game/route

Edelgard- I did my best to try and stay detached but what can I say she is my type and then all the ship tease had to happen and break my heart, even speaking from a less thirsty pov she is a really interesting morally gray character with well-developed motivation, I can’t help but just enjoy the fact she is so proactive despite the questionable nature of her actions (I haven’t done any other route yet I hear without you she gets real worse, but still from what I saw it seemed she only had beef with Rhea and it only turned into a continent-wide war bc Dimitri took Rhea shelter so it doesn’t feel right in my eyes to pin all the resulting deaths on her)

Hubert- He is like just openly the evil teammate and somehow he comes out likeable at the end of it all?? Like I was waiting for a humanizing moment, like a story explaining why he dedicated himself to Edelgard but aside from mentioning a turning point for when it became personal, he just apparently since been ride or die, on one had I feel like that makes him a less developed character (and kinda throws into question some of his paired routes) but I still loved his interactions with the others and just being nice in his own weird way

Dorothea- a delightful bicon, very personable and charming, I mentioned holding my breath about the bi characters bc I figured it would be a player-sexual deal where you don’t see it if you don’t romance them, but despite a lot of her stuff being about her trying to find a marriage partner (and implied to be mostly dating noble men) there was a very clear effort to use gender neutral pronouns and all with her, plus basically openly flirting with Edelgard and falling for so many female characters, one thing that kinda felt unanswered was just how sad her battle quotes were, and just how tired she was of fighting, it never came up in her supports, it really gave her character a melancholy ting I might end up exploring  

Ferdinand- grew a lot on me, especially as in battle he turned out to be a pretty good unit, pre-game impressions made it seem like he was all about competition which is just not an archetype I like but in reality he was pretty polite, more about his obsession with the literal trait of nobility and making sure others held up to their responsibilities, not the most interesting trait but enjoyable enough, especially when he ended up being just very friendly to Petra and all

Petra- also worried she would be one-note as the funny foreigner but a lot more personality shown through beyond her struggling with the language, regardless of the language troubles there was a degree of formality with her and a constant duty to Brigid, yet she still had her sense of humor, an absolute beast of a unit who was probably my strongest and def the highest level bc as a wryven lord she was just always taking out one enemy or another

Linhardt- the first few convos I was worried his entire personality would be his sleepiness but quickly rose to be a fave, just worked well with everyone and was a bicycle of the group I was eager to see paired with anyone, could both play off his eccentricities and ground others

Bernadetta- also worried that her personality would get old but not only did she have actual growth but holy shit did her backstory explain it all, girl was literally both physically and emotionally abused and behind the funny background music there was a very clear through-line for her believing everyone would turn on the drop of a dime to lash out at her and she mostly hid out in her room, still you saw her try and take steps and heal and generally move past it all, also a bicycle that just worked off every other member

Caspar- liked him the least but he was still enjoyable, just very “what you see is what you get” a hard worker who loves training, nothing about the character was done badly just not the most intriguing and I felt the most repetition among his supports, still after being mostly average by the time he became a war master he turned into a crit machine

I found the support system done really weird this time around, the fact + supports and ending some at B gave more freedom with structure was nice but they really wanted to have their cake and eat it too, bc you could get full supports with everyone, but a paired ending would still happen, they just chose it for you, which didn’t really change the fact there ended up being romantic subtext between basically everyone, and if anything it was more sudden bc marriage would just get brought up in any A support (although played as a what if that got a “let’s think about this later) still I loved the team and would be fine with them just all together, still in the future I hope this doesn’t happen again and that they just commit to S support, you don’t even have to write it, but I bet with a larger cast that is less so woven together I’m gonna care more about who ends up with who

As for the paired endings I got, they were: Byleth/Edelgard, Hubert/Dorothea, Linhardt/Bernedetta, and Petra/Caspar

Both Byleth/Edelgard and Linhardt/Bernedetta were adorable, Petra/Caspar was just perfectly passable, Hubert/Dorothea was the one I was initially most hesitant about (they were one of the first A supports I got so seeing HER proposal to him was like “honey you do so much better”) but now I want to try and make it work just because

But yeah this is one of the few games I’m most interested in actually replaying bc I want to get to know the rest, still i feel bias will affect almost everyone and most will always love their first house the most, still either way I enjoy this batch of weirdos a lot

[vanaera]

The Grand Masterlist

KEY: M mature | ✎ In progress |  ✔ completed |  ♡ personal favorite | ☽ latest

LAST UPDATED: 09.10. 20

kim seokjin

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Just Say Goodnight and Go AU: Campus Heartthrob!seokjin + Tsundere!you / Neighbor + College AU  Genre: fluff, comedy Synopsis: The spirit of Christmas is yet to be felt as a blackout on a chilly December night becomes the icing on the cake of your horribly shitty day. You just really want to sleep tonight but your neighbor seems to have lost his mind again when he comes knocking on your door to demand for an uncalled sleepover. Said neighbor is Kim Seokjin, the famed crush of the university, and no, he’s not your friend. He’s most definitely not your crush and he’s absolutely not the reason why warmth fills your entire being when it’s not even summer. (college!au / neighbor!au)

You Will Feel a Flash of Red AU: College AU Genre: fluff comedy Synopsis: Seokjin colors your life with his outrageous ideas and unnecessarily wild adventures, along with his stupid mission to always scare you whenever you run into each other. Against your better judgment, you’ve already started to entertain foreign feelings in your heart concerning the certain boy. And it doesn’t help you already get scared easily without him adding his shenanigans in the mix. You just want Seokjin to stop…making you feel too much all at once.

Defining Epilogues AU: Book rental shop owner!Seokjin + animator/artist!you  Genre: fluff, crack-like comedy  Synopsis: Seokjin thinks he could always see the end of something before it even comes. When an annoying girl starts to rent the weirdest books from his shop, all Seokjin could see is how she will be the one to end him.

D R A B B L E S 

Point of Origin and Intersections AU: bass guitarist!Seokjin + medicine student!you Genre: angst, fluff Synopsis: In which you find yourself and Seokjin back to where you started.

Midnight Colors AU: CEO!Seokjin + club dancer!you Genre: angst, fluff, implied smut Warnings: Infidelity Synopsis: No matter how many times you tell yourself never to let men you could never have complete you, you know such promises are meant to be broken when Seokjin enters your life, giving you every bit of the things you’ve always yearned for.

min yoongi

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The Heart Holiday  — ✎ ; ♡ ; ☽ AU: Creatives manager!Yoongi + Personal Assistant!you / Office AU + enemies to lovers  Genre: fluff; humor; angst; drama;  Warnings: Discussions of toxic relationships and infidelity (PG-15 Rating) Synopsis: Valentine’s Day is declared as an official holiday. However, private companies’ standards dictate it’s only for the people who are currently in a relationship. Unluckily for Y/N, she doesn’t have this year’s PRS’ (Proof of Relationship Status) “in a relationship” box ticked – the only ticket out she can have to enjoy one paid week of holiday leave away from her hellish job. And more unfortunately for Y/N, everyone around her is oh so conveniently currently committed in a relationship. Except for one person: Min Yoongi, Y/N’s biggest critic in every pitch meeting, the picky guy who always picks on her, and the most annoying jerk of the century. Desperate for that holiday leave, Y/N strikes Yoongi up with an offer: Fake date each other two weeks before February 14, just enough time for the Department of Relationship Management (DRM) to consider processing your PRSs. After Valentine’s Day, they will go back to their own ways and never speak about whatever that may happen during the plan. Good, plain, and simple. That is until, Yoongi uncharacteristically oh so enthusiastically agrees to Y/N’s offer, leaving her thinking that she may have bitten something too much more than she can chew.

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When Stars Fall  AU: Bestfriend!Yoongi Genre: angst; drama Synopsis: Yoongi thinks you’re a star high up in the sky, too far out of his reach. But he still tries anyway just in case you fall in his hopeful hands.

400 LUX  — ♡ AU: Boxer!yoongi + bestfriend!you  Genre: angst, drama Synopsis: We deconstruct the conventions, pick apart every bit of our rationality, and keep our head out of windows until we learn to lay and stay in each other’s arms. We’ll form a world of our own. Just the two of us–you and me.

jung hoseok

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Love at First Snow AU: Dance major!Hoseok + Genius!you College!AU Genre: fluff, humor, slight angst Synopsis: It is during the first snow Hoseok first meets you. It is also during the first snow he prepares to put a ring on you. Little does he know, fate has other plans. (Alternatively: As Hoseok relishes in the spirit of the Holiday season, he cannot help but also reminisce how you two, though entire polar opposites of each other, ended up together).

D R A B B L E S

Your Side of the Bed AU: Rebound!Hoseok / friends to lovers AU Genre: angst, slight fluff Synopsis: Hoseok will bask in the crumpled sheets of your bed until you learn to erase your past’s name on the duvet and replace it with his. It’s been long since the sheets were changed. He’s got a better one, a much warmer one and he hopes you could see the permanence laced in its every thread.

kim namjoon

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Sun + Moon  — ✎ (hiatus) AU: Online friend / broke college student, fanboy!namjoon + idol!you Genre: fluff, humor, angst Synopsis: Frequently exposed to the blue light from laptop and cellphone screens, Namjoon, using the username MonJoon, finds a stable online friendship with someone known as SunnyY/N, a fangirl who shares the same hardcore, dedicated adoration for Y/N, the biggest solo artist in the kmusic industry. What starts as simple chatting and exchange of Y/N’s pics turn into something more when Namjoon finds out that his online friend is actually the apple of his eyes, who is more exposed to the paparazzi’s lights and camera flashes than relationship talks.

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The Powers That Be (M) AU: Tennis player!namjoon + reporter!you / secret romance/fwb AU Genre: angst; smut Synopsis: Everything was simple at first until you entangle yourself deeper with a powerful man you know will devour you. You can’t let yourself fall; such works of the heart can never be dealt with a man who cannot settle for fickle affections.

park jimin

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Daffodil Rings AU: Idol!jimin + law student, part-time florist!you / Soulmate AU + Strangers to lovers Genre: fluff; angst; implied smut (PG-16) Synopsis: In a world where the red-string-of-fate tale has been proven true by science, each scientific journal has been up to date with every new-found “soulmate system,” and everyone out there has been in their never-ending search for their soulmate, there stands one bug in the system: You. You don’t believe in the absoluteness of the soulmate phenomenon, nor the too-perfect-to-work-out soulmate systems, arguing each and every bit of them are for everyone but you. With 17 years of defiance against such natural occurrence, you did not expect you will be literally swept off your feet by your soulmate on some ordinary Thursday into the wildest night of your life. Everything only goes downhill when you learn that “soulmate” of yours happens to be Park Jimin, the singer from the worldwide famous boy group BTS, you have embarrassingly fangirled over for six years.

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Sober (M) AU: Friends with benefits AU Genre: angst, smut Synopsis: Every night, you live and die in different beds of different men but tonight, you’ll give yourself a chance to live and die in the arms of Park Jimin.

kim taehyung

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Of Cliches and Romcom Tropes AU: Prince actor!taehyung + ticket booth attendant!you / Carnival AU Genre: fluff, slight angst, comedy that’s close to being crack Synopsis: You find yourself literally living a classic Romcom trope by being the nerdy introvert in love with her unexpected friend, Kim Taehyung, your university’s golden theater boy and campus heartthrob. It only turns more disgustingly cliché when you learn he part-times as a prince actor in the same carnival where you work as a ticket booth attendant. Trusting on the clichés you’ve watched in numerous Romcom films, you embark on a plan to get your crush to like you back this Halloween.

jeon jungkook

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My Time  — ✎ , ♡ AU: Cop!jungkook + artist!you Genre: science fiction, mystery, angst, action  Synopsis: A future technology allows cops to jump in the past and future to investigate crimes that have happened and prepare for those that are about to happen. A simple hit-and-run turns into something more when Captain Jeon Jungkook finds himself as the victim of a culprit who cannot be identified by the system. Especially when the culprit seems to be the same person behind the new case that’s threatening the order in the justice organization. All goes haywire when Jungkook gets involved with Y/N L/N, the clairvoyant sketch artist who may be his only help to solve the case.

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Translucent Fireworks   — ♡ AU: Laundromat owner AU Genre: fluff, drama, angst Synopsis: Jungkook yearns for a New Year to come after the warmth he sought in Busan turned lukewarm. Sparks start to alight when spring comes and a girl with a weird laundry schedule stepped in his laundromat.

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The Prince and His Rose — ✎ ; ♡ ;   AU: Football player!jungkook + childhood friend!you / College AU  Genre: Fluff, comedy, slight angst Synopsis: Weaving through galaxies and masses of planets around the prince, he keeps his ground, eyes set only towards his rose, magnificent in her beauty amidst the starless night with the whole world enclosing around them. The only assurance he has is a single petal from hers and promises of the worlds she creates. “Write that, write that!” “Really?” “Yes! That would be wonderful!” And so will be our story, Jungkook smiles.

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Things You Said ↳ Multiple AUs — fluff; angst; smut ❝ A couple of entries centered on things that came from the heart. Inspired by this prompt list.❞ 

Songs To Read Playlist (STRP)  ↳ Multiple AUs — fluff; angst; smut ❝ Come close and lay your head on my chest. I’ll play you the melodies the songs failed to relay - A.K.A. Send me a song and I’ll write you a fic! ❞  

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11. Family (September Fanfic Challenge)

A/N: Today’s challenge is about family, so I decided to dedicate it to my favorite family member in all of Choices: Dominique the Dowager Countess. Plus after all that Ernest angst yesterday, I needed (and you all deserved) something fun and happy.

Summary: When things are moving far too slow, the Dowager Countess takes things into her own hands much to Mr. Sinclaire’s discomfort.

Mr. Sinclaire couldn’t help but notice the way Lady Emmeline flitted from the room without acknowledging him as he entered. Her skirt billowing behind her in her haste, beckoning him to follow or call out. He would assume she hadn’t realized he was coming if it weren’t for the smirk playing about the Dowager Countess’ lips. Dominique knew how the game was played and coached her granddaughter well. It worked, he was thinking about her after all. More importantly, to the Dowager, he was wishing Miss Young would return.

Sinclaire’s eyes are trained on the doorway from which Emmeline left, forgetting himself and his manners until the Dowager clears her throat. He fears he may be rebuked for his lack of them until he sees the smile curling the older woman’s lips. She missed nothing in her old age and Ernest chides himself for being so obvious.

“I’m sure my granddaughter is much better company than an old woman like myself, but she unfortunately won’t be taking tea with us, Mr. Sinclaire.”

“I wouldn’t say that Lady Edgewater,” he begins in an apology.

“I may still have my wit, but Lady Emmeline has that and her beauty. You do think she is beautiful do you not, Mr. Sinclaire?” Her blue-gray eyes sparkled with mischief as she waited for his response. Her lips, however, did not betray her this time as she reached for a small bell to signal she was ready for tea. Her fingers float over the handle, waiting in the silence.

Ernest could feel a blush creeping up his neck and threaten to spill over to top of his collar. The question surely was rhetorical. The insinuation that he noticed, or hadn’t, and more so that he would openly speak of her like that in present company was improper. He could feel his mouth run dry and his words stick in his throat as he stutters through his response.

“I… I would- uh… What I mean to say is…”

He is cut off by the Dowager’s hearty chuckle. She was toying with him, catching him as he was lost in his thoughts of Lady Emmeline as she was leaving the room. It was surely staged by her, the two of them at the front windows waiting for him to ride up and knock on the door. Emmeline would listen at the doorway for him to be ushered in and dash across the room so as to be seen leaving when he got close. She moved so quickly and soundlessly.

“Of course you do, you’d be a blind fool if you didn’t,” she says, finally ringing the bell to indicate it was time for her tea.

Not a moment after the Dowager Countess places the small bell back on the table does her granddaughter appear in the doorway through which Mr. Sinclaire entered. Ernest supposed she was listening for her grandmother’s cue and heard the whole stuttering, stammering exchange. He can feel his cheeks warm at the mere sight of her. She is wearing a bright blue dress with golden beading on the sleeves and a small bonnet atop her head. An honest smile blooms as she takes him in before she drops her gaze to her feet, placing them ever so delicately next to each other in her spot at the door frame before she speaks.

“Lady grandmother, you didn’t tell me Mr. Sinclaire was your company today.” She looks at her grandmother, both of them looking positively pleased at this game they were playing. Quickly, right before the last word leaves her lips, she glances at Mr. Sinclaire and his breath hitches at the way she allows her lips to fall open so slightly. She sucks her bottom lip under her teeth and furrows her brow just so, giving her the appearance that she was very conflicted about her current departure.

“I simply said you didn’t need to worry about entertaining an old woman for tea today, especially since Miss Parsons has extended you an invitation. Now go, you’ll be late.” Miss Young didn’t look at her grandmother once while she spoke, instead a jolt of nervous energy shocked Ernest where he sat, their eyes locked.

“Of course,” Lady Emmeline startles, breaking eye contact with him. She bids a quick farewell to the Dowager and him before turning away and rushing out the door.

In their clever plans, the Dowager and Lady Emmeline had neglected to have a horse brought around or a man waiting to take Lady Emmeline to the stables. Mr. Sinclaire watches through the front facing windows as Miss Young ducks quickly in the direction of the gardens the moment the door closes behind her. He exhales sharply and a corner of his mouth quirks into a crooked smile when he sees it. Luckily, the Dowager Countess was busy with the tea being served.

“She’s a popular girl, my granddaughter,” Dominique begins after a beat of silence punctuated by the shifting of teacups passed between them. “It’s a wonder she didn’t return from the season engaged already, given her station.” The Dowager eyes him severely over her cup as she raises it to her mouth.

Ernest gulps. This was going to be the way of it then, hints larger than a carriage being dropped during what should be a pleasant and quiet teatime. He was going to have to have his wits about him.

“I hardly think her station is her best quality, Lady Edgewater.” His voice was gravelly and deep with emotion despite his efforts to hide it. Ernest knew he had said the wrong thing the moment he looked up from his cup, after placing it back on its saucer.

The Dowager Countess eyes crinkled in a smile she was trying very hard to keep from her lips. She takes a deep breath, eying Mr. Sinclaire for a moment before she speaks, her tone brisk and almost dismissive but her face betrayed a fondness.

“A sentiment from the quiet Mr. Sinclaire. Tell me then sir, what is your good opinion of my granddaughter, Lady Emmeline?”

She caught him and so easily too. The Dowager Countess looked positively tickled as she waited for Ernest’s response.

Mr. Sinclaire sighs, unable to delay or change the topic despite his discomfort at someone knowing his true feelings, feelings he didn’t think he was worthy to have as an untitled once married man. “Miss Young has more intelligence, grace, and humor than I could ever hope to.”

“And what of your intentions?”

Mr. Sinclaire blanches at her forwardness. This was surely a discussion he should be having with Lady Emmeline’s father, not her. He tries to hide his shock quickly, but the Dowager’s next words imply he wasn’t fast enough.

“I am the matriarch of this family, and while I do wish my granddaughter marry someone of suitable rank to elevate Edgewater, I also wish to see her happy.” She looks pointedly at Mr. Sinclaire and he feels as if he may never move from this spot as he’s turned to stone, petrified of making a sound that might sully the Dowager’s far too kind judgment of him.

The Dowager clears her throat. “I’ve known you as a man of few words Mr. Sinclaire, never of none. I pray your silence is a good one.”

“I, it’s just-”

She speaks quietly and quickly, watching her teacup, as if she were a child admitting to nicking cakes from the kitchens in between meals.

“I’m sorry to say that my granddaughter and I may have been untruthful to you when you arrived. If you wish to speak with her, she’s in the gardens.” Mr. Sinclaire slowly places the cup and saucer on the table beside him, he looks to the Dowager for permission. The sharp look returns to her face.

“I didn’t tell you where she was for my health Ernest. Go.”

Mr. Sinclaire swallows again, wondering if this meant he had her family’s blessing that the match was suitable to them. His hands begin to perspire and he nods. As he stands, his heart threatens to beat out of his chest. Nervously, he tugs at his cravat before moving from his spot still frozen.

“I’ll call for the Earl. If you feel that would be appropriate.” The Dowager smirks from her spot in her embroidered damask armchair.

Ernest looks from her face to her feet before nodding in agreement before striding out of the front door and to the gardens. In the distance he can just make out Miss Young’s petite form, gazing over the water. He had expected seeing her would make things much more difficult for him, only he felt somehow lighter and freer as he made his way down to the water.

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Presentation || Chris Evans

Requested: Nope

Prompt(s) used: ---

Summary: Everybody were asking you about wedding of your coworker which led to the conversation about your celebrity crush, Chris Evans. You decide to explain to them why him in an interview done by Ellen.

Warning(s): my bad humor (I personally love it), brief mentions of break-up and cheating, few swear words

Word count: 2800+

A/N: I don't know what made me write this (okay, I know but that's a talk for another time) and I know I said that writing about real people made me uncomfy but inspiration striked and this came out. Enjoy!

My masterlist || Characters list (aka who I write for)

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You had been in this interview for a while now, answering question mostly related to your upcoming movie project, and then a few questions about your co-worker's wedding that you had attended a few days ago. The interview had been good, mostly calm, but you knew there was a question that Ellen wanted to ask. She just needed to find the right opportunity to ask.

"Did you have a date?” she asked nonchalantly. “I saw that you posted some photos but your boyfriend nowhere in sight.”

You gave her a small smile. “Yes, I had. His name is Aaron and he is the best seven years old gentleman I ever got a chance to met.”

“So, you were kind of babysitting?”

You playfully glared at her. “Only person who was babysitting that day was his mother. We had a lot of fun together and his mom wasn’t really fond of the fact that we ate the wedding cake under the table where we decided to hide from her. We shared our strategies in hide and seek, danced together and let me tell you, that little boy is something else. My ex should learn from him,” you laughed when her expression changed to schock.

She cleared her throat. “You seem better now, I couldn’t help but notice that you looked a bit troubled few weeks back on your social media. This was the reason why?”

You nodded. “Our relationship was complicated, we had a lot differences and we had a hard time to manage to see each other which led to many unnecessary fights and misunderstanding between us. We decided to end things after one event three months ago. But we still talk and are friends so, ugh, that’s it.”

It was hard for your boyfriend to reconcile the fact that you can’t be with him everytime he wants to see you. As a rising star in the movie industry you had to fight for the roles you wanted to play and it needed to lot of practise and a hard work to accomplish it. He was your boyfriend of six years and you both felt as the spark in your relationship burned down a long time ago, that you were together just from the habit.

Maybe that was the reason why you pulled yourself up so quickly after you found out he cheated on you. It was weird but it didn’t mean as much as it would for example a year ago. But you were glad it was like it is because then it would be a lot harder.

“Do you have someone new on your mind, Y/N?” Ellen broke your train of thought, thankfully.

“Not someone with whom would be a relationship realistic, no,” you smirked a bit when you saw how she sat more comfortably in her chair with a child-like smile on her face. You could hear her next words in your head before she even started talking.

“Someone like Chris Evans, your celebrity crush?" Ellen said, earning whistles and cheers from crowd.

You nodded in agreement, straightened your back and gave her and the crowd an overdramatic look.

You pulled out a note book from next to your sofa you put there earlier when you came on stage, continuing your motions even as the audience stared in curiosity. You took a black marker from the table in front of you that you had placed there earlier and put big, goofy clear glasses on, large enough to cover half of your face. Ellen watched you with curious eyes and smirk on her lips as you wiggled your eyebrows at her.

This was either going to be the most embarrassing thing in your life, or the goofiest. Either way, you thought this was funny and you hoped that the crowd and Ellen would think the same.

Then you assumed the best serious face you could, "I am glad you started this topic. As you can see, I expected this and I want to apprise you with my reasons. Let's start here," you opened the note book and revealed a framed picture of the infamous Chris, with hearts decorating the frame. Ellen giggled at the sight and crowd quickly followed suit.

"I have nothing to hide. He is a great, talented guy who can sing," you turned a page and presented a page solely dedicated to the recent play he starred in. Loby Hero was written in perfect cursive, a font that most definitely was not your handwriting and was obviously printed. The crowd cheered.

"Oh boy," Ellen said, not even trying to hide her laughter.

You frowned at her. "Ah, ah! No interrupting during my presentation, Ellen!" you scolded her. She nodded quickly putting a hand up to her mouth to try and hide her infectious giggles, readjusting herself in her seat.

You tried your best to remain unaffected by her contagious laughter, holding your face in a stoic manner as you presented your creation to the audience. You continued, trying hard to ignore the smile tugging at your lips, "He is an incredibly intelligent man," you gestured to the screen behind you where Chris's tweets and gifs appeared, and you made a personal reminder to thank the tech guy who helped you set this up.

Ellen gasped and burst out in laughter, no longer trying to hide behind her hands and clutching her stomach in her seat. "How did you make this happened?" she questioned in disbelief, wiping the tears away from her eyes.

You winked at her, "I compromised a guy from your crew. Your employees aren't as loyal as you thought," you adjusted the dramatically large glasses on your face, pushing them up your nose.

"He might have told me to ask you to not fire him because this was my idea and he thought it was hilarious but who am I to fill peoples wishes, I'm not a genie," you pretended to look into the notes that were very clearly blank and observed her from the corner of your eye. She turned around to look at people from her team and made a, what you guess by laugh from the crowd, threatening and angry face.

"He is also really sweet," you turned your pen around so red pointer shinned on the screen behind you. There was pictures of Chris with his fans, family and such. "Awww" sounded throught the whole room.

"Funny," Photos and gifs of Chris doing dorky things with his co-stars or fans or him alone doing faces appeared behind you. People laughed.

"He can look all innocent and hot at the same time and make you question everything you've ever thought about what men could make you think and feel." That was probably what everybody waited for. There were loud cheers and applause when sinful (okay, maybe not sinful but you definitely thought they were) photohoots of Chris flicked behind you.

You let them enjoy their view before you continued. "He is well known for his boob grab that he does when he laughs." You kept your nose into your fake notes while there came pictures of him laughing and doing his famous boob grabs. A lot of people giggled.

"But maybe, just maybe!" you pointed your index finger at Ellen, "I adore his dog, Dodger," you turned another page on your note book and showed everyone a lot of pictures of Chris's dog Dodger. Photos of him appeared also behind you, turning into a collage "Do it for him!".You earned another loud reaction from the crowd. Ellen looked like she was about to faint from how much she was laughing by now.

"I adore Dodger more and try to hide my true feelings behind tweeting about Chris, which I do way more than I should, so you can imagine how much I want to meet this dog," you looked into viewers of today's show. "But first off, I would have to meet his owner, the dear Chris Evans, also known as the "Dorito man", which he said himself and what I assume is true. Don't worry everyone, I am working on it. And I swear to god, I'll do anything to get to pet that dog."

Maybe this wasn't such a disaster as you thought it would be. People were laughing and Ellen was almost lying on the floor, tears spilling down her cheeks. You smiled to yourself and giggled shortly before closing your note book and taking your glasses off. You stood up and bowed before your audience.

"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen and all the people out there behind television or computer screens, for your attention and that you listened to my presentation about Dodger, the thief of hearts, hidden behind my presentation about Chris Evans who has raw acting talent, who needs more recognition and is surely an absolute sweetheart. But, that's yet to be discovered," you smiled at them brightly and sent them a wink.

Everyone applaused loudly. All these noises and lights made you forget your surroundings for a while and you focused, not on cameras or nervous feeling in your stomach, but on the great energy around you.

After a while, everything calmed down and Ellen was sitting in front of you, wiping tears out of her eyes, "Oh my god, that had to be the best presentation I've ever seen! Now I really want you to meet Chris. The best and the most random thing that would happened tonight would be if he was here, right now, maybe hiding in the crowd, am I right?" she told you and you widened your eyes at her in shock.

The wide smile on your face suddenly disappeared and one of grave embarrasment replaced it. You stared at Ellen with wide eyes which the crowd seemed to enjoy greatly judging by their rambunctious laughter.

You leaned forward in your seat, placing a hand over your heart, "Please, Ellen, tell me that you are just joking because I can't deal with this stress right now, this was a problem for future Y/N, not me."

Ellen began laughing again, "I could be carrying a child, you know how bad the stress would be for it?" you tried to reason with her, giving every excuse you could find. It was lame and desperate but you couldn't help it.

"Are you pregnant?" she fired back with raised eyebrows.

"No, but I could be!" you let yourself be heard as your voice raised an octave higher. "Come on, Ellen, I was supposed to be all cool and funny when I get to meet him, maybe I could write a script for myself with all possible scenarious to be ready and instead of that I am bambling mess and I am making myself even lamer than I already am and you are laughing at me!"

You threw your hands in the air, frustrated with her silence. You were starting to shake. She would never, wouldn't she?

She gave you a knowing look with a smile tugging on her lips and you quickly hid your face behind your palms. This was the day you were going to die. Jesus Christ, why. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome Chris Evans on our show!"

And it was there again. The crowd stood up and clapped loudly while Chris Evans stood up from his seat within the crowd, came down the stairs to the stage, to you and Ellen. You watched him through your fingers as he, in all his glory, walked in the middle of so many people like it was nothing. He was smiling fondly, ever so charmingly.

His hair was longer now, coming back to his usual look. His eyes were bright and framed by few wrinkles of laughter. He was wearing a dark blue jeans and black shirt with rolled up sleeves, with a watch around his right wrist.

You were sure that if you stood up you would fall back into the sofa. You were pretty sure you were a completely different shade of red, a red so bright and deep that you resembled a tomato. Your face burned with needles as you watched him with your mouth agape. The lights from above bounced off of his body, providing a golden silhouette around his broad shoulders and his handsome face. He was the epitome of an ancient god.

"Well, thank you," Chris said with a light blush dusting on his cheeks and smug smile on his face.

You stood up quickly, your knees buckling under your weight. He quickly caught you with ease, his hands placed on your ribcage to steady you. You kept your eyes trained on his broad chest, unable to meet his gaze.

"Do you think I will turn into the stone if I look into your eyes?" you asked him quietly, trying not to speak into the microphone that would surely amplify your statement and literally kill you.

You were away from each other at an arm's length. He was still slightly supporting you. You were well aware of his touch and you had to say, it was greatly distracting.

He laughed and got closer to your ear. "Why don't you look up and find it out yourself?" You could hear a grin in his voice.

You spoke up before you could stop yourself. "Jesus Christ, do you lure sailors into your traps with that voice?"

He laughed wholeheartedly and you couldn't help but look up to see with your own eyes how he looks when he is laughing. His blue eyes were closed a bit and he had one corner of his lips higher than the other a little. He was so freaking adorable.

You couldn't help but smile with him. You were blushing a lot and not even make-up could save you now but you didn't really care. You met your idol and he looked pleased by your compliment.

"This is so much better than any lovestory I've ever heard. Look at her, she is so starstruck," Ellen commented, effectively snapping you out of your dreamlike state. You took a tiny step away from Chris, making some space between you and his enchanting eyes.

You stretched out your hand as an invitation for him to shake it. "I am Y/N Y/L/N and I am about to faint," you introduced yourself as he took your hand.

He had still a charming smile on his lips. "I am Chris Evans and it's really nice to met you."

"The pleasure is mine, really," you shook his hand too long. You let go of his warm hand as if it was made from hot iron and gestured to the spot next to yours on the sofa.

After Chris greeted Ellen properly and you three seated, Ellen spoke. "Chris, you once told me that you wanted to meet Y/N a long time ago but never got the right chance."

He sat more comfortably next to you and you widened your eyes when his knee brushed against yours and at the realization of that statement.

Ellen should get a bigger sofa or I am gonna loose my shit, you thought, careful to not accidentally voice your thoughts. You fixed your skirt even though there wasn't anything to fix.

"I thought that only person whose secrets will get out there will be of the beautiful woman next to me but I guess I was wrong." You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips.

Ellen waved him away. "Chris, Chris, Chris, what a foolish thing of you to think that. I don't do anything half heartedly."

"Yeah, you are right, you are right. And when we are talking about doing things," he turned to you and you looked up at him with your Y/E/C eyes, "Would you go out with me?"

Your mouth hung open. You stared at him in disbelief while the audience was losing their minds. You watched him in the attempt to find out if this was an act and he was doing this just to have fun. But when you saw just sincerity in his eyes, your mouth closed and you gulped.

"Are you serious? Are you sure? Even after you saw that presentation just a few minutes ago?"

He grinned and leaned to you, taking of your goofy glasses. You felt like your cheeks were on fire at this point. "I think it was really creative, funny and it warmed my stone cold heart. And who am I to not give you a chance to meet Dodger. He likes to meet new people and even more those that are just as excited to meet him as he is about meeting them."

Your eyes lingered on his face a little bit longer than you intended. When you didn’t see anything else than flirty smile and sincerity, a wide smile spread across your face. "I think that my answer was obvious the moment you let it out but I will gladly say it out loud - yes, I would and I will if you are one hundred percent sure you are able to spent time with this," you gestured towards yourself and grinned.

"It would be my pleasure."

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