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caramellcandy · 2 months ago

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phew that's a lot longer than I thought also here is the picture that I used to describe Polites dragon form

One of Polites earliest memories is of his parents telling him what he was, a dragon. He was so excited at the time and why wouldn't he be? Dragons are awesome and cool! But right after came the rules. The one rule that has always been drilled into him.

Don't reveal your true form to a human ever

He learns that being a dragon is not as amazing as he first thought. Most people would see a monster, a beast, something to be feared and hunted down. He learns of the time where dragons were constantly sought out and killed in cold blood for nothing but the fact they were born a dragon.

Dragons did not always have the ability to become human so back then they were easily found out. The Gods fought over the slaughter of the dragons. Eventually the Gods on the side of the dragons came together to bless them with the ability to become human as a way to hide safely.

While Polites was nervous about what could happen if others were to find out he didn't let it stop him from playing with the other kids and making friends. He was always kind like his mother. He thrived with other people. The memory of meeting his closest friend stands out most.

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Polites had agreed to a race between all the boys in the village. While most of the boys were hoping to show off to the girls Polites is just happy to spend time with the others. He laughs as the wind blows through his hair and the breathless feeling of racing down the path.

He wonders if this is anything like it will feel when he eventually gets his wings. Will he feel this free in the sky or will it be even more freeing than running? He is brought out of his yearning as he trips over a rock hidden in the dirt causing him to fall to the ground hard.

The other boys race past past him barely giving him a glance as they continue the race. His knees and arms ache a bit but being a dragon makes himself sturdier than most. He is about to push himself up when an outstretched hand is offered to him.

He looks up to see a grinning boy with blond curly hair and tan skin. The boy is obviously out of breath from running. Polites grins back and grabs onto the hand letting himself be pulled up as he brushes the dirt from his clothes.

"Hello my name is Pentheus! What's your name?"

"My name is Polites! Thank you for helping me."

That is how their friendship started one that lasted for years of Polites life. He remembers believing it would last forever the carefree laughter with his closest friend, the heartfelt talks and unconditional love, the teasing. He believed with all his heart that nothing would change. Unfortunately the fates had other plans as he would soon find out.

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Polites was 14 the day everything went wrong, the day that left scars that would never heal.

The forest was beautiful with the soft sunlight filtering through the trees. A soft breeze gently rustling the leaves as sounds of birds chirping fill the cool crisp air.

Polites was too busy to enjoy the peace like he usually would though. He is instead arguing with himself over something he has been struggling with for weeks as he skips stones on the lake. He wants to tell Pentheus about what he is but fear and his parents words keep stopping him. It hurts keeping such a big part of himself a secret from his closest friend but the rules are made to protect all dragons not just him.

He sighs once again unable to decide and instead wants to try and practice with his dragon side. While dragons don't usually get their full dragon forms until they are 16 Polites is hoping to get it earlier. Unfortunately so far he has only managed partial transformations.

He takes a deep breath and concentrates on the dragon he can feel tucked away inside him. He envisions what he imagines his dragon form will look like, big and majestic. He feels the power spreading through him the familiar feeling of shifting and he is sure this will be the moment all his hard work would pay off.

He looks into his reflection in lake and is disappointed to find he wasn't fully shifted. Instead random patches of scales cover his skin with two horns curving on his head. His hands are also more like the claws of a dragon. He tries his best to push aside his disappointment instead admires the pale gold and white of his dragon side. He has always loved how the colors looked, it made him feel beautiful.

"…Polites?"

Polites tenses as he hears his friend call his name hesitantly. He turns around ready to explain but he doesn't know how to start. How can he explain how he has been lying to him this entire time? He tries to reach out to his friend.

"I'm sorry please I can explain!"

Polites pulls back as his friend flinches away from the dragon claws on his hand and turns around and runs. Polites stand there frozen and hurt. The fear in his friends eyes feels like a punch to the gut. Does his friend really think he would ever hurt him?

Dragons are seen as dangerous beasts, monsters, to be hunted down and killed

That's when the fear hits fear for both himself and his parents. His friend will tell everyone what he has seen and then who knows what will happen! Polites quickly shoves his dragon back inside him and runs as fast as his legs can carry him. He has to warn mom and dad!

Polites rushes through the forest uncaring of the branches scratching him. His legs begin to ache and his breathing is quick as he finally pushes his way out of the forest and he ignores the aching instead putting on more speed without the obstacles in his way.

When he finally reaches the small hut he calls home he slams open the door causing his parents to jump. He is out of breath with wide scared eyes and covered in dirt and twigs. He takes a few seconds to catch his breath some before delivering the bad news.

"Mom, dad, I'm so sorry but Pentheus saw me practicing in the forest he knows!"

He sees the moment his parents register what he just said as fear fills their eyes. Dad runs around frantically packing their belongings while Mom pulls him into a quick hug.

"Don't worry sweetheart we will be fine. I'm sorry but we have to leave now we can't stay."

Mom let's him go as he feels tears begin to form. He heads to his room and starts to pack his few things. He has to leave behind a few stuff like his lumpy pottery he had tried to make once and his collection of seashells from the nearby beach. He finishes and with one last look back at the room that had been his since birth before running out of the house.

As he is about to follow his parents he is dragged into a tight hold with a yelp. Polites starts to struggle his panic causing his hands to become more like claws as he fights the arm but despite the curses he is not released.His parents turn around at the sounds and stare terrified as a sharp blade is pressed against his throat. Polites freezes as he tries to calm his breathing.

"Would you look at that the brat was right he really is a monster! Now don't bother fighting or your freak son will end up dead."

Polites flinches at the word monster and whimpers as the blade is pressed harder against his neck. He watches as his parents slowly drop their belongings and don't fight the guards dragging them closer. They roughly tie their arms behind their back and shove them to the ground.

Polites cries and he wants so much to be back in his mom's arms, warm and safe. He is terrified at what could happen now. His tears fall on the blade as he tries to tell his parents how sorry he is without speaking. His parents have struggled to sit upright with their arms tied.Mom looks at him sadly with a warmth of a mother.

"Don't blame yourself for this sweetheart. It's not your fault."

He wants to argue with her that it is his fault, that he should have been more careful but the cold edge of the blade against his neck is a reminder to stay silent. The man holding him back speaks up.

"Well what are you guys waiting for? Who knows how long keeping the brat hostage will stop them. They are the parents which means they are monsters as well! Don't give them the chance to fight back."

Polite's eyes widen as he spots two men with swords heading towards his parents. He starts to struggle even as the blade digs into his neck. All he cares about is saving his parents. His mom is crying as he speaks up.

"It's okay Poli please don't ever stop being kind and don't blame humans for this not all humans are the same."

Polites struggles more only for him to be hit in the head. He stops struggling as his head throbs from the hit. He feels the dragon inside waking up, responding to his fear. He focuses back on his parents watching the men raising their swords his father starts talking too.

"We are so proud of you my son. You can escape I know you can do it so run away and dont look back okay?"

His dragon bursts out all at once as he screams for them. He feels the change happening and lashes out at the man holding him. His scream turns into a roar as his body grows and shifts into his full dragon form. Even then he isn't quick enough only able to watch the blades run them through.

The grief and anger filled roar echoes across the entire area as he reaches his parents and knocks the men aside with his tail. He shields his parents the best he can as they lay there dying. Mom is already dead and Dads voice is weak as he speaks.

"Run…you have to run…"

Polites sobs as he nudges the still forms of his parents.

"Please no don't leave me, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry…"

He knows he has to leave now but everything hurts and he just wants his parents to hold him again and tell him they are safe. Instead he shoves the grief and pain down focusing on doing what Dad asked

To run and never look back

He starts running and leaps off the ground as he flaps his wings. A blade slices into his side barely missing his wing causing him to growl at the pain. He knocks the man off as Polites flies upward with the sword still stuck in his side.

His flight is awkward and strained, his instincts the only thing keeping him in the air as he flies away from land and over the sea. He had always looked forward to his first time flying but he can't bring himself to care as leaves behind everything he has ever known and loved.

By the time he spots land again he is feeling lightheaded with ever part of him aching. He falters as the relief of reaching land cause his wings to buckle and he starts to fall. He skids across the beach the rough sand and rocks digging into him as he lays there whimpering.

He barely manages to shift back into a human as he sobs. Everywhere hurts and he feels the wounds bleeding. The blood loss leaves him weak and exhausted as he falls unconscious.

He is not awake to hear a dog barking as a young boy comes across him. He doesn't feel himself being carried away nor does he hear the boys words.

"Don't worry you will be fine I promise I will help you"

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Polites once again finds himself fighting except this time instead of a human enemy it's a Cyclops. It frustrates him that their peaceful approach didn't work and he can feel the dragon instinct inside wanting to shift, to show the Cyclops it should have accepted their offer of peace instead of trying to kill them.

He pushes the instinct down with practiced ease although it's harder than usual because its been so long since he last shifted. He must not reveal his true nature to other humans it's an rule that has been drilled into him since he was young. He knows what happens when the rules are not followed.

Humans often see dragons as beasts and monsters to be slayed and keeping his identity secret is vital to his and other dragons safety so even as he longs to tell Odysseus and Eurylochus he stopped himself. Dragons are rare to find having faded into legends and it needs to stay that way.

Polites notices Odysseus climb a rocky cliff in the cave before looking down and leaping with his sword aimed, as he slices the back of the cyclops. Polites rushes over to where he lands and is relieved to see he is okay before helping him up. They dive back into the battle where everyone is moving together as one. The barely even have to speak to know what to do after 10 years of fighting together.

Polites notices the Cyclops reaching for something and another deep rooting dragon instinct flares to life danger . He sees the cyclops lock his eye onto Odysseus and he is already running towards him the phantom feeling of scales shifting over his skin as every part of him screams at him to protect his friend, his Zaymah(brother). He refuses to let more of his family die!

He manages to push Odysseus out of the way just as the club slams into him. He lets his scales out under his armor to steel himself so even as he is sent flying he is mostly safe with only a few bruises and some non life threatening wounds. The worst part is hearing Odysseus desperate scream of his name as he lays in the shadows of the cave catching his breath.

The pain is making it hard to focus and his dragon is fighting to get out, to keep himself safe, but he continues to fight the urge to shift. Its made harder when he hears screams echo along with roars and earthshaking thuds. His Fahdons(friends) are being slaughtered and his dragon is raging over their deaths. It doesn't take long to lose the fight as he starts to shift.

Teeth and nails grow into claws and fangs while his body grows larger with scales spreading across his body. Tail and wings form while fur grows down his neck. Its freeing to finally be in his true form after so long and he makes sure to spread his wings wide before turning his attention to the Cyclops with a snarl.

"We tried to offer you a peaceful solution and what do you do? You murdered my Fahdons and almost killed my zaymah!"

Polites dragon form was the color of pale gold and pure white almost angelic looking with big wings unfurled and a fur tipped tail swaying behind it. Strong scales cover the chest like armor and sharp fangs and claws as deadly weapons. The fur frames the head flowing elegantly down the neck. He is imposing and majestic and powerful with intelligent brown eyes. Eyes that are filled with rage.

Polites moves gracefully despite being big enough to rival the Cyclops as he stands in front of the group cowering in the corner. He knows this form can be scary but right now is no time to explain and he refuses to let anyone else die. The Cyclops gets over his shock and a dark grin crosses its face.

"A dragon huh? Father would love it if I offer him a dragon."

Polites launches himself at the Cyclops digging fangs and claws deep into flesh causing it to roar in pain. The club swings into his side causing him to be knocked away with a grunt. He stares the cyclops down looking for a weakness.

He wishes he could just fry the cyclops to a crisp but since his parents never had the chance to teach him how to control his fire he doesn't want to use it. He won't take the chance of hurting the crew in the enclosed space of the cave

He leaps again wrapping his tail around the cyclops wrist and tightens causing the club to fall to the ground with a pain filled roar. Polites digs teeth into the neck and clamps down killing it at last. He lets go and climbs off breathing hard.

He pulls his dragon back and lets himself shrink as he turns back into a human and he looks back at the remaining crew. Odysseus is the first to speak.

"..Polites?"

His name echos through the cave as Polites flinches. It sounds too similar to Pentheus and he doesn't want to lose anyone else. Why couldn't he have just kept his dragon in check?! But no if he had done that more would have died… Then is he just not allowed to keep the people he loves? He curls in on himself preparing for the hate and fear.

"Polites are you okay?"

It takes a bit to process the words and when he does he looks at Odysseus in shock. That's the last thing he expected.

"w-what?"

Odysseus is a bit weary but with eyes full of concern, concern for him.

"Polites please answer me."

"You dont…hate me?"

Odysseus looks like he had been punched in the gut as hurt flashes across his face before concern takes over again.

"Polites what are you saying? Of course I don't hate you! You saved all our lives!"

Polites tries to speak but a sob is all that comes out as he collapses from the shock and relief. Odysseus lurches forward and catches him before can hit the ground as Polites starts sobbing with fingers digging into cloth.

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Odysseus waits until Polites is asleep watching as his chest rises and falls with each gentle breath. He looks so peaceful like this. Odysseus brushes the unruly curls of hair from Polites face with a gentle smile before standing up trying his best to not wake Polites.

It seems his efforts are in vain as Polites tail wraps around his waist and tugs him back. He sighs and lets himself be pulled back into the bed with a half asleep Polites. Wings form from his back and wrap around Odysseus like a cocoon as Polites snuggles closer to him.

"Stay…"

Odysseus smiles at the obvious sleepiness in Polites voice.

"Okay Polites I'll stay."

The promise is soft and genuine. Polites relaxes and pulls Odysseus closer and..was he purring? Odysseus can't help but chuckle a bit at that. Who knew dragons were just big cats. It makes him proud and happy that Polites is finally letting his dragon show around him.

Odysseus feels Polites heat up in a soothing warmth that has him relax fully luring him closer to sleep. He lets himself fall asleep with a smile feeling safe and content curled up next to Polites with wings and tail wrapped comfortingly around him.

All the work can wait until later he's sure.

this au is so cool! I love dragons

#epic the musical #epic: the musical #polites #epic au #epic the musical au #epic polites #epic the musical polites #polites epic the musical #poli #dragon polites #heart of gold and scales

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lala1267 · 2 years ago

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Crazy in love (part 2)

Summary:you had a boyfriend,you both were wild and free, whilst you were doing an interview you had found out something terrible.

Warnings: cheating, mentions of drugs and smoking.

I was rapidly gaining fame. This meant that the press had found out about my boyfriend, Danny. He was tall, handsome and courageous like me. We did everything together, we partied together, did drugs tougher, smoked together and drank tougher. The press and the people were mad because he was black, it was the late 50s, racism was a big thing. But we ignored the people, we were crazy in love. I was a white girl, with natrual blonde curly hair. I had been dying my hair dark brown and straightening it every day. I had kept my past a secret, I had kept the curly-haired chubby girl that was being bullied a secret. The only people that knew me before the fame was Lora, her freinds, and Elvis. Elvis and I had one conversation but he still knew who I was but he didn't know the bullying I was going through. I put a straightener to my hair when I was 14 so Elvis didn't know I had natrual curly hair either.

I was in a cab making my way to perform at Elvis's show, my boyfriend was next to me, his dark skin was shining, his eyes were glistening he was beautifull. When we had arrived I was still in normal clothes, so was Danny. Me and Danny walked through the backstage entrance holding hands. We had walked into a room full of Elvis's crew and some of the opening acts, everyone's heads turned to look at us. There jaws dropped in shock as they found out that I was dating a black man. We walked passed the people until we got to two empty seats. We sat down until my name was called.

"Riley Jean please come to the office" me and Danny got up and followed our escort to the office. Danny opened the door for me as we both walked in. There sat Elvis in a golden suit. His hair was slicked back with expensive gel, he sat in a manspread position. His eyes widened as he saw Danny press a kiss on my cheek as we both sat down on the seats opposite Elvis. Elvis ruffled through some confidential papers before speaking.

"Well Riley, I see you've got a boyfriend now" he said whilst he looked Danny up and down before smiling at him.

"Uh yeah I do" I said shyly. Elvis giggled before talking.

"Well you will be the first opening act to perform, when your hear number 224 get called out, make your way to the stage. The dressing room is to the left of the stage." I had nodded before me and Danny stood up to go to the dressing room. Elvis gave me a smirk before we left.

Me and Danny were in the changing room, I was putting on my only fancy dress that I had. It was a terqois cheap sequin dress. I had started putting my white knee high boots on when Danny turned to look at me and said,

"Darling, I gotta go I have to run some errands" I turned to look at him,

"Ok, I love you bye" he kissed me on my pink glossed up lips before leaving. It was unusual that Danny had 'errands to run' since he wasn't a busy man but I didn't think much of it. I was now alone in the dressing room, brushing my straightened hair out, I put a white sparkly head band on before I heard,

"Number 224 make your way to the stage" I rushed my way backstage, I was given the mic. I could see Elvis on the other side of the stage, he was also backstage. He gave me a smile signaling me to get on stage. I walked out onto the lavish wooden stage, it was an outdoor concert, there was at least a thousand people here. My heart was pounding like when i smoked weed for the first time. My hands put the microphone up to my pink glossy lips. I was having major deja vu, I remembered how I blocked the crown mentally. So I did just that. I imagined that I was alone singing on a stage with no one there. I sang into the microphone like my life dependent on it, I was dancing, swaying my hips, whipping my hair, spinning, jumping, getting on my knees. I was like a bundle of energy, the crowd was screaming and cheering. As I sang the catchy part of the song I heard the crowd begin to clap along, I saw the smiles on the peoples faces. I was having a blast, I did sexy movements causing the men to whistle and cat call. I felt like a superstar. And just like that the music stopped and the crown applauded. I looked over to Elvis who was backstage, he was in awe at my performance. I walked off the stage, I walked straight past Elvis to hide my sweaty face and some of my curls coming out. He grabbed my wrist gently before speaking,

"That's was amazing Riley, I need to do a duet with you sometime!" He said excitedly. I just nodded and smiled before walking away, the paparazzi was already waiting for me outside of the building. I wanted to get out of here since I was only an opening act and I had no business to stay longer. I walked out of the backstage doors and I was quickly blinded by the flashes of the cameras. I got in my cab and drove home.

It was the next day, I had woke up with Danny by my side in bed. I placed a kiss on his forehead before going downstairs in my panties and crop top that I had slept in. I was in the kitchen making me and Danny breakfast. I was placing the plates of food on the dining table when I looked at my schedule that was hung on the wall. I had my first interview today and Elvis was gonna be there, I had to do an interview with Elvis. I wasn't that worried since I was used to singing and dancing infront of thousands of people so answering a few questions wouldn't hurt. Me and Danny had just finished breakfast, we had to start getting ready for that interview. I always took Danny everywhere with me, I never left his side. I was in short shorts and a crop top, it was a casual outfit but I didn't really care, I did what I wanted.

Me and Danny were in the cab on the way to the interview, I was holding Danny's hand but he quickly pulled away. I looked at him confused and hurt but I didn't question him, he was a grown man, he could do what he wanted. The car pulled up outside of Elvis's house, Graceland. I want expecting to be doing an interview at the man's house but it is what it is. Me and Danny got out of the car. Danny's attitude had completely changed, he was happy and smiley. I was hooked onto his arm whilst we walked into the house. Paparazzi flashed their cameras. When we where in the house Elvis had greeted us at the door. Danny and him fake smiled at eachover. I had noticed that they didn't really like eachover. Elvis started to speak,

"Welcome Riley!" He gave me a hug whilst I was still glued to Danny.

"Follow me guys" Elvis said cheerfully.

We all made our way downstairs to a beautiful room. It had lavish walls and floors. I looked around in awe before seeing the press with their cameras ready. They urged us to sit down next the the table. Me and Danny sat down first then Elvis. The cameras were rolling, I was sitting right next to Elvis, shoulders touching. The questions had started flooding in.

"So Elvis how was it working with Riley?"

"It was amazing, she has a real talent" he said whilst smiling at me who was still glued to Danny.

"Riley, how did you do that jaw dropping performance, were you not scared?" I looked to Danny who was in his own world before answering. "Well I was really scared, but I just sucked it all up and did it, I knew I had a job to do" I said confidently.

As the questions got boring, I looked around the room and saw one man reading a magazine, his jaw was on the floor. He gave me a worried look before whispering something to the crew. All eyes were on me, what was happening. A member of the crew gave Elvis the magazine, his face dropped before handing it to me. I was still lached onto Danny who looked nervous and overwhelmed. I read the magazine.

'Riley's boyfriend caught cheating with a pretty blonde!' There was a picture of him kissing a girl that was extremely familiar, it was Lora, my highschool bully. My eyes filled with tears, mascara ran down my face. I didn't believe it, I turned to Danny who was now visibly angry. I gave him puppy eyes. He gave me a death stare before speaking.

"Cmon' Riley, you know that shit ain't true!" He yelled. I just shook my head in disbelief.

"Danny there is a picture of you kissing Lora!" I screamed at him. I was filled with rage.

"So what, even if I did do it, Lora would be my first choice" he laughed menacingly whilst he said that. My blood was boiling. I couldn't hold back any more. I slapped him straight in the face. He pushed me harshly wich caused me to fall onto Elvis. I wasn't done yet, I got right back up and hit Danny in the chest, that didn't effect him. I was pulling on his shirt, scratching him, hitting him, I looked crazy. I kicked and cried like a bullied child. He wasn't fazed one bit. I finally calmed down and sobbed onto Danny.

"Say sorry" I calmly said as tears flooded down my face. He gave me a disgusted look before saying,

"Your crazy, your a crazy ass bitch" he walked away pushing my hands off him. I was defeated, I just stood there watching him walk out of my life. All cameras pointed to me, the flashing lights, the group of people all looking at me. I looked around the room, I was embarrassed if my actions. It felt like I was the smallest in the room, I was cornered with paparazzi. I felt a big hand grab mine and pull me away from the paparazzi. I was pulled into the downstairs bathroom of Graceland. I heard people telling the press to leave. I was standing in front of Elvis who had cupped my face with his large hand. I was quick to apologise for my actions.

"Elvis I'm so sorry I ruined your interview, I will leave now I need to see if Danny is OK since I embarrassed him aswell" I frantically said as I tried to leave. Elvis stopped me. He looked at my brown eyes.

"Honey I ain't mad at ya, if I got cheated on I would have done worse than you did" I looked at his blue eyes.

"And you aren't going back to that bastard, your staying with me, in Graceland." I looked at him with a worried expression before speaking.

"No, no that's not necessary, I can just go back home its o-"

"No, I insist, you ain't going back to him" I just nodded as he placed a kiss on my forehead. His lips were pink and smooth. I turned my back to him to look into the mirror. Mascara was down my face and my hair was messy. I looked at the person in the mirror, I didn't even recognise myself, I was caked with makeup, hair dyed and straightened. I hit the counter out of rage and fell to the floor. I was a mess, I was sobbing on Elvis's bathroom floor for goodness sake. Elvis crouched down, he picked me up bridal style, I wrapped my arms around him as he carried me up to his room. He placed me on the bed.

"I'll get ya some pidgamas" he walked to his wardrobe and just grabbed a pair his shorts and a top. I stood up and got changed right infront of him, I didn't care anymore. I was in my bra and and panties infront of a man 3 years older than me. I looked up at Elvis to grab my 'pidgamas' from him. He had a shocked expression on his face. My body was different since he last saw it 5 years ago at a lake. I wasn't chubby anymore. I was a woman, I had an hourglass figure, slim waist, perfect boobs. I wasn't a little girl anymore. I put the pidgamas on that were clearly to big for me but they were still comfy. I got into the bed. Elvis looked at me before saying,

"I will go sleep downstairs."

"No it's fine, it's your bed. I don't mind sharing." I said with a smile. He smiled back before putting on his pidgamas wich were just shorts. He put his shorts on and took his top of. He climbed into the lavish bed. I turned to him,

"Thanks for letting me stay with you, your a gentleman" I give him a smile and batted my long eyelashes. He held onto my small hand,

"It's ok honey" I got closer to him, we were basically cuddling. I drifted off into his large arms. He was better than Danny ever was.

#elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #young elvis #singers #fan fic writing #fanfic #50s #lana del rey #asap rocky

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swinterr · 4 years ago

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fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez ) if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

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jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

- sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

- jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil |

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

- jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a

- you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

- asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f

- on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

- you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s

- jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

- doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f

- a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

- in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage.

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

- after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

- you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s

- a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

- you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s

- you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a

- you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

- prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

- haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him. when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties.

clingy by @love-mi | f

- I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f

- pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

- tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

- like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s

- jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

- after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

- maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

- jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s

- in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

- established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

- sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

- sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

- paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple.

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

- fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s

- “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you.

lover boy by @jingukk | f

- jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

- you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

- jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

- jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

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soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

- an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f

- decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff.

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

- “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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1plus1kiyoomi · 4 years ago

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Chapter 18: I’m Sakusa Kia

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Kia’s short autobiography.

Hi I’m Kia.

My mama is (L/N) (F/N). I didn’t have a papa. I didn’t have a big family. My family is only mama and Kia. But in mama’s bedtime stories, she describes my papa as tall handsome prince with black curly hair. A very caring and loving prince. My mama loves my papa very much but he’s not with us.

I have two favorite uncles. Keikei and Kenken. They give me clothes, books, toys and they play with me. But I don’t see them everyday because they have work and are far from my mama and me. They are always worried about mama.

I’m worried about mama too.

She always cried.

She cried when grandma told her to put me at a house so she could study. But mama said she didn’t want to be separated from me. I couldn’t speak yet. But if I could, I would have told her to leave me because I know she’ll come back for me. And I’ll wait for her.

She cried when we moved out of grandma’s house. Maybe that’s why she was sad. Cause she will miss grandma. I miss grandma too but she told us never to come back. She said she didn’t want see Kia or mama again.

We found a new home. It was small like a box but mama and I fit in it. We played and ate on the floor. But every night, only mama slept on the floor. I was in the crib, sleeping on soft fabric. I heard mama cry there too. Maybe because her back hurt.

We were playing house one day and she cried. She told me to be a good girl then mama slept for very very very long. Keikei came and picked me up. I stayed in his house for a long time until mama came back. I waited like the good girl mama told me to be.

We transferred to a bigger house and mama didn’t sleep on the floor anymore. We had a couch and a bed. I thought mama would be happier. But she still cried because she didn’t eat. I gave her my milk and she smiled again. I love mama’s smiles.

When she thought I was asleep, I heard her cry again. She talked on the phone with Keikei and Kenken that she’s worried if she could still feed me or send me to a good school. She said she felt lonely. I wanted to tell her I don’t even know what school is and I was there for her but she’ll get mad that I was awake. So when she came back, I hugged her tight. She always hugged me tight to help me sleep better.

That night she also told me that she couldn’t give me all the best things in the world but she promised she’ll give me all her love. But that’s crazy, right? How could she love Kia even more? She loves me way too much already. And mama is the best thing in the world!

We moved to Tokyo and met uncle Momo. After that I met my new grandma and grandpa. And my uncles and aunties and cousins. And my great grandma. And my cousin’s dog. My other cousin’s cat.

I also I met Kyo.

I didn’t like Kyo. Mama cried after she saw him. She cried all night. She wasn’t able to sleep. Maybe he was bad to mama that’s why she was crying?

Keikei told me Kyo was my papa. But he was mean to me. He hated Kia. How could he be my papa?

He didn’t like feeding me. He hated changing my diapers. He wouldn’t sleep beside me. He doesn’t carry me. He hates it when I talk or follow him around the house. He shouted at me for coloring on his wall.

But he loves me now!

He protected me from that doctor. He also said sorry for shouting at me. And he told me a bedtime story. He played ball with me and my new other uncles. We went to a flower field and took pictures. We rode the big teacups.

Kyo also gives the best hugs. He carries me around the house all the time. He lets me follow him except when he goes to work. No matter how hard I cry, he doesn’t bring me with him. But he gives me promise kisses so I let him go.

Kyo said he loves me more than mama but I’m sure he’s lying. He kisses mama more than he kisses me. But still, he loves me. He even proposed to me! He gave me a ring!

Mama also stopped crying ever since we moved in with Kyo. Maybe because he takes care of mama. He cooks food for mama. He hugs mama. He kisses mama. He loves mama. She isn’t lonely anymore. She has me and Kyo.

My family got bigger. I have more uncles, cousins, grandma and grandpa. I have mama. And I have Kyo, my papa.

End of Kia’s autobiography.

“And Sakusa finishes the match! 24-26!” The commentator says, the whole arena roaring in cheers. You and Kia jump from your seats, thrilled by Kiyoomi’s last spike. He looks at the two of you, grinning proudly.

“Papa, I love you!” Kia shouts. Kiyoomi actually can not hear her but he manages to read her little lips. She does a big heart with her arms, the tips of her fingers on top or her head. She’s hoping he’ll respond.

“I love you too!” Kiyoomi shouts back, doing a heart shape with his arms too. Kia squeals, happy that her father responded. He does not care about the crowd watching and cameras flashing. It’s just him and his daughter. And you of course.

“I love you,” you mouth to him, and his lips turn into a teasing smirk. He blows a kiss to you, but you don’t catch it. You’re not your high school self anymore. You actually feel shame now. You’re aware that almost everyone in the place is staring at you. Who isn’t curious about the person that the impassive Sakusa Kiyoomi in love? He’s even making hearts and throwing kisses at you.

Kia huffs at you. “You have to catch papa’s kiss!” You look at Kiyoomi and he’s looking at you with hope in his eyes. You sigh, then raise your hand acting as if you’re catching something. You kiss the palm and your hand and the crowd roars once again. You hid your face, burying it on Kia’s backpack.

After that commotion in the arena, you and Kia head to the backstage of the press conference, where their manager told you to wait. You sit at one of the plastic chairs, settling Kia on your lap.

After the opponents team interview, Kiyoomi finally goes up to the stage with Atsumu and Hinata. Kia hears her father’s voice so she slides her way down your lap and run to the stage. Before you could even catch her, she is already entering under the table of where the players are being interviewed.

Hinata is the first one on the table, so he yelps when he feels someone under it. He lifts the table cloth to check what it is and see Kia crawling to her father. He silently chuckles and continues to watch her journey.

“I actually think the team is in gre-” Kiyoomi stops talking mid-sentence as he feels someone grab on his calves. He lifts the cover only to see his daughter show off a toothy grin. “What are you doing here?”

Bokuto and Atsumu check, too, curious on why Kiyoomi suddenly stopped talking. They see Kia and can’t stop themselves from smiling. The press is curious, too. Taking pictures at different angles so maybe they can capture whoever is under the table. You palm your face, scolding Kia inside your head.

“I miss papa,” Kia replies to Kiyoomi’s her eyes glistening. How can he ever say no to his princess?

“Wanna sit on my lap?” Kia nods at his suggestion. He picks her up from the floor then sits her on his lap. She sees the camera and cowers to Kiyoomi’s chest. “Go say hi.”

Kia leans close to the mic, her lips close to the mic just like how she observed while you were still sitting. Kiyoomi pulls her back a little, making sure her lips doesn’t touch the dirty mic. The room is silent, waiting for Kia to speak. She glances at Kiyoomi and he gives her a reassuring pat on the head.

“Introduce yourself. What’s your name?” Kiyoomi guides. Kia nods, understanding his statement.

“Hi, I’m Sakusa Kia. My mama is (L/N) (F/N) and my papa is Sakusa Kiyoomi.”

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Facts:

Babies who are only a few weeks old, can store their memory for 2 days. By the time they reach 5 months, they can familiarize photos for as long as 14 days.

There are two major types of memories: explicit and implicit. Explicit memories recall events that has a time and place. Implicit memories do not recall specific events, they recollect emotions.

Children 7 years old below remember more implicit memories than explicit memories, unlike adults who remembers the latter more.

Kia is most likely not to remember all these events but will remember what she felt from it.

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tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine · 3 years ago

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The Red Queen hair analysis part 2

9.5ish)

One small phase where the slight wave is coming back in the episode where we learn for the first time that she still has feelings for Will and where she doesn't hold back who she was so strictly

10.) the long road to redemption I love this so much. Of all the stages is just mwah chef's kiss. Because it's a prefect in-between. Her open hair in the back is reminiscent of the old Ana, the girl she used to be and the girl she wants Will to remember because she wants him back. While the front still has some of the height and the round form of her chess silhouette. Because she has barely stopped acting like the queen. She is still over the top and bitchy and a cold fury. but she is also more open and more vulnerable especially when it comes to Will and how she wants him back. And the hairstyle illustrates so perfectly how she is stuck between those two personas how she's desperately trying to go back in time. And what is also so beautiful: In the scene where we get her small honest redemptions her hair style in the front flattens as a sign that she is leaving the Red Queen more and more behind her.

11.) Breakdown

Where Ana through mental torture is completely falling apart, her hair gets also deconstructed. It's a really brutal scene and it still gives me the absolut chills.

12.) Redemption (and death)

So Ana after the torture got finally a break and uses her new insights to finally redeem herself. She's not longer the girl she once was, but she also isn't the queen anymore. She's in the now, on her redemption path, still trying to balance her old selves and trying to find who she wants to be.

13. Resurrection 1 and true loves kiss breaks the curse

So this is when Jafar resurrected her and against the laws of magic makes her fall in love with him. And to torture Will even more, she basically has the same hairstyle like in phase 1, even before Jafar resurrected her and she was lying in the coffin. But instead of flowers her hair is bound with a red piece of fabric. So and then Will kisses her and it's true loves kiss after he made a speech about love and forgiveness. So here it shows that despite everything that went down and all the years that went by, the girl she once was and he fell in love with is still there but

1.) More mature and grown up

2.)still bound to her identity as the Red Queen symbolised by the red bow. And until the kiss also bound through a curse. But when the kiss happens her past as the red queen, just like the bow, fades into the background

14.) 2nd resurrection

I can't exactly remember how this went down. However this is the first time we see the current Anastasia. She is not the old Ana anymore, she is not the red queen anymore and she is not the white queen yet. So we see her ultimate "open hair and curls/waves aesthetic. It has elements of almost every hairstyle she had before except for the Red Queen one. She is now literally free and emotionally open and herself

15.) The white queen of wonderland

So this is the last one and basically a result of everything she went through, her whole development and everything she chooses to be.

Her hair is bound back but it's not at all strict, it's wavy/curly, strands are hanging freely and the way it's parted shows a very soft, and very flat rendition of her former hair silhouette. Also instead of red, pink or white, she chose a lilac fascinator which is close to all those colours but also something new and fresh entirely. I think she mainl wears the fascinator here because it's a wedding tbh.

However her new hairstyle it's mature and elegant but in contrast to all the times where she tried to appear that way, it looks effortless, more natural, not like an act or a way to get accepted. She really found herself and her new aesthetic is basically picking the best things from every style she had so far, just like her now being the white queen is basically her development into the best person she could become.

Seriously even though I did not always explain it well, I love love love her character design and development and how we can grasp the one through the other. She is such a fascinating, complex, flawed character with the most beautiful redemption arc and I still love her to pieces.

Enough to make two long ass posts about the significance of her hair XD

yeah hope you enjoyed it I'm open to your (probably more eloquent) interpretations =)

#ouatiw #once upon a time in wonderland #ana #anastasia tremaine #the red queen #the white queen #emma rigby #my beybey #red queen hair analysis part 2 #i still love her so so much your honour

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specsforwoo · 3 years ago

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Son of Morpheus | Demigod!Lee Jeno

Parent Deity: Morpheus (God of Dreams and Human Dreamers)

Allegiance: Hypnos

This boy loves to sleep

Like LOVES to sleep

He could be found sleeping anywhere

High key his mom found him sleeping on the kitchen floor one day

And ever since he was little

He was able to remember his dreams with intense detail

His family just thought it was a 4 year old’s imagination running wild

Until the night terrors started

He was tormented with them

They started around the time he was 7

They still happen today, just much less in frequency

But when he was younger

They were really bad

Like he would wake up screaming and crying

And it took ages for him to calm down

It got to the point that his mom was considering taking him to a child psychiatrist

He found a way to calm himself though

He began drawing out scenes from his dreams

No matter what they are

Light and airy or nightmarish

It helped him cope in a way

Life continued on

And he started opening up to his mom about his dreams

He talked about a young man with tan skin and dark curly hair

And wings of a white warblers

He told stories of epic battles

Of courtrooms filled with music and sleeping bodies

Of sleepless nights talking with a man sitting on the moon

Jeno couldn’t tell if he was scared of the man or not

As he entered middle school

He started being able to interpret his dreams

Other’s dreams too

He kept it a secret though

It terrified him

He learned to accept this too

As he did everything else

But then he learned he could predict others dreams

And it scared the shit out of him

He told his best friend, Jaemin first

Jaemin just gave him this knowing look and took him to his mom

His mom sat him down

And for the first time in his 14 years of life

His mother pulled out a photo of his father

And he was shocked

It was the curly haired man that he saw every night in his dreams

Sitting there next to his mother in a cafe in Greece

He was fucking confused

Like really fucking confused

Until it clicked

That was his dad

His dad had wings of a garbler

HIS DAD HAS WINGS OF A GARBLER

Am I going to grow wings too!?!?!?!?!?!?

No, you idiot. Jaemin

I’m not?

No, you have to earn them. Also Jaemin

So that night he was lying in bed

Questioning whether or not he wanted to fall asleep

Knowing he would have to confront his father there

But a cloud with a dreamcatcher with dew drops hanging from the strings shrouded with a calming silver light appeared above his head

And he fell asleep instantaneously

His father was sitting there

Talking with the man who embodied the moon

The man that he didn’t recognize made a comment and vanished after he caught sight of him

His father turned around. It was like he hadn’t aged a day since the photo see saw

Do you know who I am?

Uhhhhh. A dude with white warbler wings??? That haunts my dreams every night. Who also happens to be my father?

He didn’t mean to sound as sarcastic as it came out

Yes, that is all true, though I don’t ‘haunt’ you. But, do you know who I am?

He sat him down in the dark pavilion, explaining about the gods and goddess, the war and everything in between, even how he was born.

Do I like…. Have half-siblings??

No, but Jaemin is your cousin. His father smiled

After that, the dream faded off and he was peaceful for the rest of the night

Waking up, Jaemin was passed out on the couch in the living room

Picking up the nearest thing (a remote) he threw it at the boy on the couch, causing him to wake up

WHY IN OLYMPUS DID YOU NEVER TELL ME WE ARE TECHNICALLY COUSINS????

Not my place?

Anyways start packing, Mom said I can take you to camp with me this year :)

Yes, Jaemin calls Jeno’s mom his mom

And so he went to camp with Jaemin that year

It was nothing like what Jaemin described

It was WAY cooler

On the first day people were milling around everywhere

Jaemin led him over to a couple older kids with badges around their necks

Hey Jaemin!

Jaemin introduced them as Johnny and Ten, both sons of wind gods, both camp leaders who were helping all of the new kids get around and find their cabins

They’ll take care of you, I have to go find her.

Jaemin basically dumped Jeno on their shoulders so he could go find his girlfriend smh

Jaemin told us you were Morpheus’ kid, we were thinking about putting you in the Crios cabin? Does that sound okay? We would put you with Jaemin but he said you should get to know other campers your first year here. The shorter one spoke up

The taller one, Jaemin introduced him as Johnny, pulled out a gold coin, flicking it into the air while muttering something, and a wavering rainbow appeared in front of them

Put me through to Taeil and soon the rainbow was showing an older boy as well with a red undercut over some astrology papers

The rainbow??? Was facetime???

Ten obviously saw the shock on poor Jeno’s face, carefully explaining what an Iris message was and how to do it

After that he settled into demigod life pretty quickly

Jaemin introduced him to all of his friends, the Dream team, even some older campers who he was close with

He even liked the Crios cabin so much that he decided to stay there past the first year. The Morpheus cabin was lonely and Jaemin always had his girlfriend over trying to get her to sleep

The night terrors slowly subsided and soon his dreams were more peaceful than anything else

But one time he dreamt about a girl, right around his age, running into camp, a dark aura surrounding her but obvious scared

It wasn’t the dark aura that worried him, Kun and Jaehyun both had a dark aura, both sons of gods related to death

But her aura was different, it was mixed with madness, it was close to driving her insane

Even though it was only a dream, he couldn’t shake it off

He asked everyone that he knew, especially Jaemin, he found out a while ago that he was the one who founded the camp, what the aura could be and no one knew

He also started watching the border of camp everyday

Not stalking it or anything, just glancing over whenever he had a chance

A couple weeks past and Jeno was convinced that it was just a really weird dream

But then you actually showed up

Same way that it happened in the dream

You ran into the borders of camp like you were out of your mind, you were paranoid, no one could even touch you, not even Sicheng

When Jeno had heard what happened, he ran down to the pavilion

There you were, on the ground, covering your ears, eyes wide open, terrified to shut them, and shaking in fear

Once he had pushed his way through the crowd, he placed his hand over your eyes and shortly, you had fallen asleep

After that, Sicheng had moved you to the infirmary with Jeno’s and Johnny’s help

He found that you were severely dehydrated, and even he couldn’t describe the aura around you. It wasn’t that of Kun or Jaehyun’s but it was definitely similar

You were were in and out of consciousness for about 3 days and when everything finally settled down, a raven with a snake in its mouth appeared over your head

It was symbols that no one had seen or heard of, not even Jaemin or Taeyong

The boys spent the next couple of days researching who the symbols could belong to, and eventually they found it: Melinoe

Goddess of ghosts and spiritual passage who brought mortals nightmares that drove them insane

That would explain the way you were when you first came into camp

After that, Jeno stayed by your side every step of your recovery

He also helped you to manage the nightmares and control your powers

He had been there before, dreams were a tricky subject and nightmares made it even more complicated

But slowly you got the hang of it

And slowly Jeno started to have a crush on you, and slowly it turned into more

When he finally asked you out, you were ecstatic, it would be a lie to say that you hadn’t developed feelings for Jeno since coming to camp

And when camp closed for the summer- except for the few that stayed, he found out that you were attending the same university

He had been studying astrology while you were in the art department, soon, everyone in campus and camp knew who the two of you were

Y’all were inseparable

The Dreamies even accepted you into their group

(Jisung is your favorite don’t tell Jeno)

You eventually ended up moving in with Jaehyun

He had become like your older brother at camp

When Jeno wasn’t able to help you learn about your powers, Jaehyun was there to help

He even got his mom to visit personally and talk to you about your own mom and what he role was, and most importantly, that she wasn’t a bad person

Jaehyun knew the pain that you dealt with having a parent being a literal embodiment of death

And soon enough, it was even like Jeno had moved in with Jaehyun with how much he was at the apartment

Jaehyun was okay with it as long as he didn’t wake up in the middle of the night :)

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chromium7sky · 4 years ago

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The Devil wears Armani | chapter 12

A/n: I'm really sorry for the long hiatus of this au 😭. Finally got some spark about this update and I hope you guys enjoy it. Btw, guess who finally meet Raven? 😆😆

Raven finally reached her home after outing and small reunion with Karen. She remove her heels awkwardly as she yawned. It was a long night.

She tell Karen everything about what happen between her and Damian and of course minus the intimacy in his office.

-flash back-

Karen land her chin on her palm propped on the table as she listen to Raven's story. "You know, this is an interesting story though but did he knew about Melchior?"

Raven narrowed her eyes. " Why would I mention that jerk? Besides me and Damian still haven't declare about our relationship, I mean, he does flirt me back. Not to mention we did kiss..." Raven stop at the kissing part.

"Men can be complicated sometimes." She sighed as she take a bite from the cake she ordered.

"Couldn't agree more since I'm about to marry one." Karen wiggle her fingers that had betrothed ring on it.

Both designer and ex model giggled.

"I...I just hope Damian is serious about it. I'm quite invested my feeling for him." Raven chewed her lips.

"I hope so, Rachel. I hope he does." Karen smiled.

- end flashback-

Raven sighed on her bed after she change her clothes into night gown. "Gotta get some sleep because I'm going to meet him tomorrow. Should I ask again about us?"

Raven's mind wander about the golden question, her eyes start to droop as the cold night beckons her to the land of morpheus.

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Damian watched the E! Entertainment as he tidy up his studio to catch up any news on fashion industry then the anchorman, Josh Dirkmann said about a known designer from Europe came to town known as Melchior Draco.

"Melchior?" Damian arched his brows. Another designer in town? Maybe there's an event? And as soon as the reporter had some short interview with the silver hair gentlemen with black suit.

"So what makes you come to Gotham?" The reporter pointed the mic towards the designer.

"Well, a big company invited me to launched both of our collaboration and they said Gotham fit the aesthetic." He answered as he tug his silver hair behind his ears which earn a sneer from Damian as he watch the interview.

"Do you know Raven the designer?"

" Oh, yes. We did compete each other in Paris Fashion Show. She won first while I won second. It was a tough decision for the judges. Just so you know, between you and me, we kinda close during that time." Melchior slip out some interesting info towards the reporter.

The reporter almost gasped and demand for more answer but Melchior quickly waved away and walked towards the hotel lobby.

Damian quickly grab the remote control and closed the show.

" What do you mean close each other?" Both of his eyebrows knitted together. He closed his eyes and throw the remote at the couch. "It doesn't matter."

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Raven now in mess. The phone call came in nonstop just because of a statement when Melchior mention that both of them were close and the paparazzi possible sniffing out a scandal.

She sighed and landed her head on her desk. A hard knocking landed on her door makes her jolted. " Come in." As she turn her head towards the door.

Mona came in a hurry with an apologetic face. " Miss Rachel, I forgot to inform you that there will be a journalist came for your gala interview today. I'm really really sorry." Mona bow her head.

Raven stare blankly at Mona while her internal having conflict. 'First it's was Melchior statement and now interview? What...what should I do?'

Her palm start to sweat but quickly she fist up her hand. " When will be the journalist comes?"

The assistant girl check through her tablet. " In two hours."

"Who from where?"

"Jonathan Kent from Daily Planet, ma'am."

"Oh?" The same journalist who interview her winning success in fashion show. " Well, make sure escort him to my office and prepare our boarding room. Easier to execute it in there." Raven gives a stern order.

Mona nodded her head vigorously then quickly exit her room.

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She straighten her back as she heard a knock. She breath in. "Come in."

"Ms. Rachel!"

"Mona."

"A journalist came to meet you for Wayne's Gala interview." She gesture her hands towards a young man with curly hair and those prominent square glasses. "Mr. Jonathan Kent."

"Ah, Jonathan. Hi! It's been a while." Raven stretch her hand towards him.

Jon adjust his specs then handshake with her. "Thank you for letting me interview again , Ms. Roth." His face display his friendliness towards her.

Mona bowed her heads and quickly went out of her office. "How about we bring this interview to boarding room? More comfy?" Raven suggest about changing place.

"Yeah, you're right." Jon nodded.

Raven stood up and escort Jon to the meeting room for more proper place to interview.

She open the light switch and pull out a chair. " You can sit here."

"Ah, right, thank you." Jon smiled sheepishly as he pull the leather chair and sit, opposite with the owner of AMZ company.

" So, how long does this interview lasting?" Raven asked him as soon as she's in her seat and lean on the table with both of her hands propped on her chin.

"Well, not long, more or less 10 minutes." The journalist smile sheepishly. "Anyway..." He pull out his notebook, voice recording and a pen."Let us start with, how long you know Damian Wayne?"

"Well...since I was freshly involved in this industry, Mr Wayne offered me to promote myself at Gala." Raven calmly answer as she tried to cover Damian from being involve with fashion drawing class back in those days.

Jon then stopped the voice recording which made her jolted then adjust his specs. "You are the one who have the same class with him right?"

Raven almost gasped but she quickly act nonchalant as she tried to deny it . "Are you try to dig something from me, Mr Kent?"

"Ah, yes. Such as wanted to know more about Dami's secret girl." He smiled.

Dami? Her eyebrow arched as she heard the name. Why in the world he would address Damian that way? "You must be mistaking. We were only in term of business."

"Seriously? I thought you guys were serious." He's moping. "He did ask me about how to flirt a girl too. Man, he's really an emotional constipated." He laughed. "Besides, Dami said he haven't meet her in 3 years after he's graduated."

Raven with her eyes wide as she heard it from him. "HOW DID YOU KNOW ALL THAT?!" She quickly rised from the desk.

Jon jolted as he seen her reaction. " Ah, I guess that's why he keep a secret about his girl." Sweat drop start to rolled down on his forehead. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. Let me introduce myself again."

Jon straighten his back and stretch his hand. "Hi, I'm Jonathan Kent. Dami' s childhood friend and school mate, same goes with roommate at uni and currently, a journalist." He smiled.

Raven tried to process all the information at once and it takes a few moment. "So, you are Damian's close friend?" She point out with as she narrowed her eyes.

"That's right!" Jon's smile getting wider.

"Ah, hello." She slowly put her hands on him which Jon grab it and makes a several shake as he excited to met her.

"It's really pleasure to meet you by the way! For sure if Maya and Colin knew about you they will be screaming or teasing him saying Dami has finally grown up!" He laughed.

Raven sit on her chair with unsure feeling. First the confession, then his childhood friend meet her, and then what? A wedding? She press her lips into a thin line.

"You know, Dami is not that kind of guy when it comes to women. He always thought they were hyenas." Jon chuckled.

"Hyenas?" Raven puzzled. "What's with hyenas?"

"Ever since he lives in Gotham, he always seen his father been in and out with other women who prey for money. Still, poor him having lack of parent's love." Jon sighed.

That explain why he's being hard on anyone. Raven attentively listen to Jon's story. "You know, he has pets like a zoo at his house. From cow to snakes. I remember when I came, This Alfred the cat always sulking and threaten to scratch me."

"An animal lover? That much?" Both of Raven's eyebrow jumpy as she heard it. She could imagine if Damian standing on the field, as birds will land on him, it either makes him look like Disney princess or a scarecrow.

"Most of them are animal rescue." Jon nodded.

"I see..." Then Raven suddenly remember something. "How did Damian took fashion drawing class by the way?"

"Actually we suggested to him. I mean seriously, you haven't seen his potrait and figure drawing, Those are amazing! He most likely to observe the surrounding and draw on his sketch book while on his free time."

Wait. Does that means Damian has a secret sketch book like her? Raven unconsciously put her hands on her lips.

"Still, what makes you suspect it was me? I mean we haven't contact it for a while."

"Other than he told me that he haven't met her in three years, I've seen a drawing that looks just like you at his studio." Jon smiled.

There it is.

Raven sighed and there's a slightly red tint on her ears.

"Why you haven't contact him when he's in middle east?" Jon asked curious question.

"It was because when I know that he's Damian Wayne, I..I was screwed. I mean, Wayne as in Wayne Enterprise. The biggest contributor on east side. Me? I'm just, just an orphan girl who try to rise my own feet."

"Oh?"

"My mother died when I was 14. I still don't know who were my father is and all I got is this necklace from my mother." She showed the necklace to Jon.

The young journalist seems to be fasinating with it's design. "I wonder where did your mother got this?"

Raven sighed as she try to remember. " I'm not sure. All I remember that it's been in heritage for years."

"I see." Jon rubbed his chin. "Well, Maybe you should hang up with us sometimes. I'm sure Colin and Maya would love to see you." He smiled.

"The thing is, Jon. I'm still unclear about between us." Raven chewed her lips.

"Ah nonsense, he really likes you. I can see from the way he look at you."

"Is it? Wait, where did you saw him see me?"

"I think it was two day before?"

Raven slap both of her cheeks. OH MY GOD, HE SAW BOTH OF US KISSING.

"And don't worry. I won't tell a soul, though, I've been warn by him and probably will be dig out by Colin and Maya." Jon widen his smile as sweat start to rolled down on his cheek."Dami has been my friend of more than a decade. I understand the way he express himself."

Raven nodded slowly. " Jon, a question."

"Yeah?"

"Since you are a journalist, do you know anything about Melchior?" Raven voice change to serious tone.

"That Silver Blond guy?"

"Yeah."

" I heard he's having collaboration with a big company. However, another speculation I heard that he choose Gotham because of its mysterious aesthetic."

"Well, uh, there's something I heard during interview. He claimed that we were close during the fashion show competition."

Raven as stared at the desk.

"Been wondering myself too. Are you close to him?" Jon's curious eyes start to lit.

"We do only for a while but the thing is he stole my design during that time which I never forgive myself for letting me get fooled by him." Raven sighed then she looked at Jon. "Wait. Don't tell me you're going to put this on paper?"

"Wait, I get it." Jon again propped his hand on his chin. "No wonder I've seen familiarity design between both of you. Plus you're having a hard time too."

"Uh, Jon?"

"I think I found something to investigate." Jon's mischievous smiles start to paint on his face.

"Now you act like Damian."

"Damian is more hardcore. I'm still on the average level." Jon beamed his happy face on her.

"Well, I think our interview stopped here. Besides, I need to cover some story from Me Wayne itself about the gala."

"Dami?"

"Yep."

"So, nice to meet you, Ms. Rachel Roth. It's been a pleasure talking to you."

"It's been a pleasure to spill tea with you." Raven smug.

Jon blinked then put on his mischievous smile.

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Somewhere in his office, Damian sneezed for no reason. " Is it me or is this office are getting colder?" He looked at the air ventilation.

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swanlake1998 · 3 years ago

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Article: The Black Ballet Celeb Taking On Racism in Dance

Date: June 21, 2021

By: Mary Scott Manning

With a raft of Instagram followers and a modeling contract, the Washington Ballet’s Nardia Boodoo is as close as it gets to a pop celeb in the rarefied world of ballet. Now she’s trying to make that world more fair.

A ballerina, by definition, does not speak—at least not with words. The body is her language, and she spends her life mastering its vocabulary, usually at others’ direction: a casting list on the wall, a choreographer’s instructions, a critic’s review. For dancers of color, this fact has been doubly true.

But last year, after a Minneapolis police officer murdered George Floyd, and organizations across the professional spectrum were called out by people of color for furthering systemic racism, the overwhelmingly white world of ballet wasn’t spared. One of the most influential voices in that conversation was a dancer with the Washington Ballet, 27-year-old Nardia Boodoo.

You may have seen her onstage, one of the company’s five Black dancers, or in the pages of Marie Claire—she’s a model repped by Wilhelmina who has starred in campaigns for Tory Burch, Chanel Beauty, and Nike. She began dancing only 13 years ago, but Boodoo, whose roots are Indo-Trinidadian, has soared into the pantheon of ballet celebrities, the object of teen worship and the subject of fan art (plus at least one look-alike doll).

What was never visible was the racism she endured on the way up. “Despite the fact that I work hard in rehearsal, throw myself into my art form and perform on international stages,” as she put it on Instagram on May 31, 2020, “when I return home”—to Bethesda—”I’m still most likely to be questioned and harassed for walking my dog late at night in an affluent area…that I reside in.”

This month, Boodoo appears in one of the Washington Ballet’s latest productions, choreographed by the renowned Black dancer Silas Farely. Yet some of her most important recent work has occurred behind the scenes over the past year as she pushed the company to own ballet’s history of prejudice and its responsibility to change. “She’s just been a really, really important voice in helping us to galvanize and discuss all very important issues,” says Julie Kent, the company’s artistic director, issues that “haven’t really been addressed previously, and not just at the Washington Ballet but in ballet as an art form.”

When Boodoo started training at 14, Misty Copeland was making history as American Ballet Theatre’s first Black soloist in two decades, following trailblazing Black ballerinas such as Lauren Anderson and Raven Wilkinson. Boodoo’s peers at the Baltimore School for the Arts, meanwhile, were majority-African American, a “strong base,” she says, for a young artist of color. Boodoo earned a scholarship to Chicago’s Joffrey Ballet, then landed a coveted sport in the Washington Ballet’s studio company while still a teenager.

Leaving home, though, occasioned her first experiences with racial bias in ballet. “I’ve had someone who holds power say to me, ‘Well, because you stick out so much in the corps, you have to work so much harder, because everyone’s going to be looking at you,'” she says. “That’s not my fault that you only have one Black girl in the corps.”

It was the classic conundrum of a second generation. She wasn’t the one who broke down the door. But she still had to contend with an environment that was less than welcoming. And the pressure to fit a stereotype needled her. Virtually every professional Black dancer feels it: having to straighten curly hair, receiving costumes with mesh that doesn’t match their skin tone, wearing the pink tights that make light-skinned dancers look lithe but appear to chop inches off those with darker complexions. Sometimes Boodoo’s colleagues would make hurtful comments. “Stupid things,” she recalls, “like ‘Your hair smells like Black-girl hair.'”

Rachael Parini, a friend and the only other Black dancer when Boodoo joined the company, remembers when they were asked to wear white powder in Giselle, a tradition in the ballet but a loaded proposition for Black performers. At a rehearsal, the stager hollered over the loudspeaker: “Rachael and Nardia, why are you blue?” The powder apparently had turned their brown skin another hue under the cool stage lights.

Parini describes her friend as a force—”not one to back down from a fight.” But back then, the women endured the routine microaggression quietly. For all its glamour, a ballet company is a workplace like any other, governed by hierarchies and unwritten social codes. With one big difference: There’s usually no formal human-resources department. “You sort of get this vibe that this is how it is,” says Boodoo. “The more subservient you are…the better and the more instruction you’ll receive…the further your career will go on.”

After starting to model, Boodoo met a photographer who was perplexed by her acquiescence. He described how the New York dancers he knew were much more assertive. It was a revelation: Boodoo’s confidence and following grew. She became an apprentice at the Pennsylvania Ballet, then returned to DC, becoming a full company member in 2019.

By the time the country was protesting for racial justice and dancers of color began organizing over Zoom, she was ready to speak out. “To all the dancers that don’t feel supported by their companies,” she posted to Instagram on June 1, 2020, “I think it’s time to make some changes and to hold them accountable.” Andrea Long-Naidu, a former New York ballet star and a past teacher of Boodoo’s, looked on with pride: “When I had her at Dance Theatre of Harlem, she wasn’t aware of her powers yet.”

Seeing her staff in pain after George Floyd’s Killing, Kent convened an all-company Zoom. Voice cracking, Boodoo recounted her experiences, explaining that the bias often presented itself as overtly as it did implicitly: The problem wasn’t simply getting passed over for a role but also being told her face looked “too ethnic” for the part.

Kent, who is white, listened on the other side of the screen, distinctly aware of the vulnerability on display among her dancers. A former principal dancer with American Ballet Theatre, she performed on global stages and had a part in the beloved 2000 movie Center Stage. “I have a unique role and responsibility in order to move [the art form] forward,” she says, “and allow for the kind of career and love that I had to be possible for as many people as possible.”

Kent inherited one of the country’s most diverse companies from her predecessor, Septime Webre, who had recruited worldwide and electrified the institution’s cultural cachet. She had added 16 dancers to the corps, almost half of whom identify as BIPOC—and now they were hurting. There’s also the matter of competition. The Ballet has to compete with bigger acts imported by the Kennedy Center. In some ways, its relevance hinges on broadening ballet’s historically older, white audience with admirers whose woke-ness won’t tolerate notions of “diversity” that predate Black Lives Matter—or that feel performative.

Kent formed a working group with members from every department to tackle issues of inclusion and equity, and an outside consultant has been guiding their monthly meetings and homework. Boodoo, who represents the performers along with Oscar Sanchez, a Cuban dancer, had expected pushback. But her fan base and platform—a social-media audience that, at nearly 50,000 on Instagram, is within striking distance of some top New York ballerinas’—would have been tough for the company to ignore.

As wider discussions started, though, it became clear that white privilege was a new concept to some. Boodoo was dismayed that some colleagues were unfamiliar with certain civil-rights leaders, so she helped organize a remote study of the book The New Jim Crow. To prod management, she and fellow colleagues of color met privately to hash out ideas for the company at large. It’s been exhausting to divide her energy between institutional matters and the rigors of performing: “You want to just focus on your art form, you just want to focus on being beautiful, being a strong dancer, and contributing to the task at hand.”

Partly because of Covid limits on gatherings and partly because they had to start with building a shared vocabulary, the working group’s progress has felt slow. But they’re in the process of finalizing recommendations to address the places where inequity creeps in. Money, donors, time, and institutional commitment, meanwhile, all could limit their progress. The group, for instance, envisions a Nutcracker free of racist tropes—in particular, the traditional Arabian and Chinese dances, which play up offensive cultural stereotypes. But ticket sales help fund the annual budget. Will the public support changes to the beloved show? Can the company handle that financial risk?

The stakes—Black dancers continually being overlooked or leaving ballet—feel higher now that the work has begun. Still, Boodoo says she feels hopeful that the company will evolve. “She’ll be someone,” says Long-Naidu, “that’ll go down in the history books of Black ballerinas.” An artist who championed a new act for the ballet, or at least one who tried.

#article #nardia boodoo #ballet #racism #anti black racism

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softwarmboy · 3 years ago

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1. Selfie

2. What would you name your future kids?

I really like the name Damon! And Grace

3. Do you miss anyone?

Always

4. What are you looking forward to?

My name and gender marker documents going through!!! (Hopefully) my trip to London in the fall!!! My second dose of the vaccine! Seeing my little sister again! New tattoos!!

5. Is there anyone who can always make you smile?

Absolutely, I have a few close friends who can always get me smiling again

6. Is it hard for you to get over someone?

Unfortunately for me, yes, very ;-; Im a very emotional person and feel things very strongly

7. What was your life like last year?

Living on the coast, working construction, and that was about it

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed

Yes 😂😂😂 mostly over math

9. Who did you last see in person

My friend Shannon!!!

10. Are you good at hiding your feelings

Yes and no, if I’m upset/irritated/sad it’ll show on my face whether I want it to or not, BUT I’m pretty good as passing it off as something else if I want. Not a whole lot of people can tell when im doing that, if anyone at all

11. Are you listening to music right now?

Of course!! Im listening to When The Darkness Comes by Colbie Caillat

12. What is something you want right now?

Food 😂😂😂

13. How do you feel right now?

Sore and tired

14. When was the last time someone of the opposite sex hugged you

Yesterday!! My friend was having a rough day and was kinda snarky with me and gave me a hug and an apology after she calmed down

15. Personality description

Full of dad jokes, puns, sass, caffeine and smart ass replies at all times 😂 very direct/straightforward, and have little to no patience for beating around the bush, in any context

16. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but you didn’t

Oh god yeah, growing up I never told anyone anything, ever

17. Opinion on insecurities

We all have them, if you’re the kinda person who zeroes in on someone else’s, for any reason, I feel sorry for you but also have absolutely no patience or respect for you

18. Do you miss how things were a year ago?

Nooooooooo, I wasn’t very happy. I wasn’t unhappy necessarily but 🤷🏻‍♂️ still no, hard pass

19. Have you ever been to New York

Nope! It’s on my travel list tho

20. What is your favourite song at the moment

At the moment??? The Colbie Caillat song i mentioned above!

21. Age and birthday?

23, and December 16th!

22. Description of crush

No thanks 😂

23. Fear(s)

Oh man, spiders, wasps, escalators (I have no idea why, don’t ask 😂😂) and aggressive men

24. Height

5’9!

25. Role model

As cliche as it is, I mean it when I say my momma

26. Idol(s)

I don’t really??? Have any????

27. Things I hate

Mushrooms and olives 😂 but in all seriousness, people who are rude to retail/customer service employees or servers, people who don’t use turn signals or say please, thank you and excuse me, the sound of styrofoam (it’s a sensory thing for me)

28. I’ll love you if-

You’ll play video games with me or will try them or any books/music I suggest, notice the little things about me

29. Favourite film(s)

The Mortal Instruments!!!!

30. Favourite tv show(s)

Gilmore Girls, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Lucifer, Stranger Things, The Witcher, Firefly

31. 3 random facts

Your feet are the same length as your forearm! A whale dick is called a dork (if I remember correctly) and I can’t think of a third

32. Are your friends mainly guys or girls?

Girls mostly! I don’t have much in common with many guys 🤷🏻‍♂️ that and I just feel more comfortable around girls

33. Something you want to learn?

Sword fighting!!!! That’d be so cool

34. Most embarrassing moment

I have so many 😂😂😂 I’m a clumsy bastard, but I’ll go with my most recent for now- I saw a cute dog hanging his head out a car window and said hi without realizing there was someone in the passenger seat with their window down 😂😂

35. Favourite subject

Anything compute related!!

36. 3 dreams you want to fulfill

Go to Italy, get married, see the northern lights!!!

37. Favourite actor/actress

Melissa McCarthy 😂😂

38. Favourite comedian(s)

John Mulaney, Taylor Tomlinson, Gabriel Iglesias, and Iliza Shlesinger!!

39. Favourite sport(s)

Hockey I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️

40. Favourite memory

Just one??? Hmmmmm….singing Party In The USA with my friends after we’d been inhaling helium 😂

41. Relationship status

Single 😂😂😭

42. Favourite book(s)

The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare, The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini, The Selection by Kiera Cass, and the Nightshade trilogy by Andrea Cremer

43. Favourite song ever

Ever???? Oh man that’s a tough one, maybe Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day???

44. Age you get mistaken for

17/18 😂😂😂so many of the teenagers at work don’t believe me when I say I’m in my 20’s. One of the kids in produce absolutely refused to believe I’m older than him

45. How you found out about your idol

N/A

46. What my last text message says

“I know you are”

47. Turn ons

Light nail scratches, is really all I can think of lately 🤷🏻‍♂️ I haven’t had that conversation with someone in quite some time

48. Turn offs

Being non consensually bossy, treating me like an object, daddy/mommy kinks

49. Where I want to be right now

London maybe! I’m really excited to go

50. Favourite picture of your idol

N/A

51. Starsign

Sagittarius!

52. Something I’m talented at

Teaching myself instruments! I’ve taught myself 3 so far! It’s always been something I’ve been able to pick up really quickly

53. 5 things that make me happy

Music, love in any form, snuggles, drives with my favourite people, my favourite comfort foods

54. Something that’s worrying me at the moment

My name and gender marker documents

55. Tumblr friends

God I don’t remember anyone’s URL’s anymore 😂😂 but I have a fair amount! I talk to 99% of them on other platforms now so 🤷🏻‍♂️

56. Favourite food(s)

Nachos, mashed potatoes, any sort of cheesy/creamy pasta! Grilled cheese, grilled salmon roll, and really any form of potatoes actually

57. Favourite animal(s)

Wolves are my absolute favourite

58. Description of my best friend

Curly brown (it looks brown to me 😂 I know you’ll come at me for this when you see it) hair, blue eyes, the gayest fashion sense, practical, will always tell me when I need to pull my head outta my ass 😂💚

59. Why I joined Tumblr

I wanted a safe space to explore things like mental health, transitioning and a few other things!

60. Ask me anything you want

Self explanatory, have at ‘er

#personal #it me #jaces life #as requested!

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natromanxoff · 4 years ago

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Queen live at Capital Centre in Landover, MD, USA - November 29, 1977

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A fan filmed the first couple minutes of the show on a silent Super 8 camera, but he was caught by a security guard and the film was confiscated.

Another fan recalls the band took a 30 minute break in the middle of the show, and started the second half of the show with Tie Your Mother Down. He also says they performed both Spread Your Wings and It's Late.

Here is a review of the show from the next day's Washington Post. It reveals that the band have swapped Keep Yourself Alive with Now I'm Here. The former now follows Bohemian Rhapsody in the setlist, as it had earlier in the year.

There is a great story on Brian May's website by Tracy Chevalier, who attended the show as a youngster:

It started with a champagne toast and ended with a limo pulling away into the night. In between these two gestures symbolising glamour and sophistication, I lost my virginity. Not in the technical sense (that would take another few years), but in other ways. At my first ever rock concert — going with four friends to see Queen at the Capital Centre in November 1977 — I got an eye-opening peek at elements of the adult world, with its power and its limitations, its glittering artifice and dirty reality, and it demonstrated how little I knew and how much I had yet to learn about life.

I was ripe for it; overdue, really. I had turned 15 the month before the concert, and though people thought I looked older than I was, I was remarkably naive and unworldly at that age. Despite a few character-building events in my childhood — the death of my mother when I was almost 8, the experience of being a minority in DC public schools — I was so unsophisticated, so unaware of the world, that I didn’t even realise Queen was an English band until the lead singer Freddie Mercury appeared in a tight white catsuit on stage at the Capital Centre, raised a glass of champagne at 18,000 screaming fans, and toasted us with “Good evening, Washington” in a fruity English accent. I was stunned. Then I started screaming.

I had been a Queen fan for a couple of years by then. A Night at the Opera was the first LP I bought, and I could sing every word of every song. I don’t remember how I was introduced to Queen — though I do remember hearing their biggest hit, Bohemian Rhapsody, on the radio and being impressed by its audacity. It sure beat the hell out of the Beatles, Bob Dylan and Neil Young, which had been my older sister’s staple music diet. By 14, I was writing Queen lyrics on the desk where I sat for algebra class, swapping them back and forth with a boy I had a crush on, and daydreaming of guitarist Brian May kissing me.

The concert was part of Queen’s News of the World tour. While not a great album, especially after the double whammy of A Night at the Opera and its follow-up, A Day at the Races, it did produce two of their best-known songs, We Will Rock You and We are the Champions, which drop-kicked them firmly into stadium anthem territory. Appropriately, the concert began with the lights going down and the primitive, effective, impossible-not-to-join-in-with BOOM- BOOM-CHI, BOOM-BOOM-CHI, BOOM-BOOM-CHI intro to We Will Rock You rolling over the audience. Everyone immediately jumped up out of their seats and began to stomp and clap along. I, too, stood and stomped and clapped, watching in awe as people began flicking their Bic lighters, a gesture I had never seen before. What, were they going to set light to something? I had tried not to act surprised earlier when people nearby started smoking grass in public, but now was there going to be a riot? What other illegal things would go on that night? Then a spotlight picked out Freddie Mercury, who began to sing, “Buddy you’re a boy, make a big noise, playin’ in the street, gonna be a big man someday . . .” and I thought, “Jesus H. Christ, that is the loudest noise I’ve ever heard! Is that legal?” The wall of sound terrified me, and I wanted to cover my ears, but I didn’t dare, as it would have been a very uncool thing to do. I think I looked around for the exit, wondering how many people I would have to climb over to escape the sound. It was just so goddamned loud — exhilarating, yes, but painful, too, dangerous and overwhelming. I wavered between loving it and hating it, but knew it would be uncool to hate it, so I’d better try to love it.

Towards the end of the song the single note of an electric guitar began to hum louder and louder under the chorus we were all singing and shouting, and Brian May stepped into the light to add his distinctive sound, ending We Will Rock You with low, long-sustain, three-part harmony chords, overlaid with a high melody he made fuzzy and metallic by using a coin as a guitar pick. I adored Brian May. He was the reserved, straight guy (literally) to Freddie Mercury’s camp high jinks — tall, dark, good-looking, with long curly hair and a melancholy pensiveness that made every teenage girl want to comfort him. At this concert he was wearing a silvery white jacket with long, pleated wing sleeves; that combined with his mop of curls should have made him look effeminate, but instead he was deeply sexy.

I loved Freddie, too, for his outrageous antics, his riskiness, his joy at performing and glorious indifference to how ridiculous he looked wearing glittery leotard jumpsuits, eyeliner and a mullet, prancing and strutting and posing, twitching his hips, smacking his lips and otherwise hamming it up. But even without being conscious of Freddie’s sexual preference — I hadn’t yet met anyone who was openly gay — I instinctively sensed he was not to be lusted after. For all his extrovert, welcoming stage presence, he was clearly playing a part, which served to hold us at arm’s length; whereas Brian May’s taciturn moodiness was clearly himself served up raw.

Thank God for Freddie, though. Without him, no one would have moved on stage: Brian May was not a dancer, John Deacon, in time-honoured bassist tradition, stood solidly in one place throughout, and Roger Taylor was trapped by his drum kit.

To set us at our ease, after We Will Rock You Freddie toasted us with a glass of champagne — “Moët et Chandon, of course,” after the reference in the hit Killer Queen. My friends and I heard this and screamed and clutched one another. He mentioned Moët et Chandon! That was our champagne! He was acknowledging us! I swear he made eye contact with me, 200 yards away and over the heads of thousands.

For we had done what we thought was the most original and extravagant gesture (for 15-year-olds) a fan could make: we had sent a bottle of champagne backstage. We’d pooled our money and gotten an older sister to buy it for us — the same sister who had been obliged to drive us all the way to the Capital Centre, smirking at our overexcited fandom. We’d even made our way to the stage door down a loading dock at the back of the arena and reluctantly handed over the precious bottle to a bored roadie, who said he would take it to the band. We’d had our doubts about his reliability, and his jadedness had dampened our enthusiasm a bit: had we really blown all that money — $20, which in those days meant 20 hours of babysitting — to have some unshaven jerk with a beer belly swill the precious liquid? But clearly the roadie had pulled through for us, for there was our champagne in Freddie Mercury’s hand, and he was referring to Moët et Chandon in his pretty cabinet, the lyrics we had so cleverly quoted in the note we sent along with the bottle. We were sure we — among the many thousands — had managed to get through to the band.

If we had bothered to look around rather than feast our eyes on Brian and Freddie (I’m afraid John Deacon and Roger Taylor never got a look-in from me), we probably would have seen other clusters of fans also screaming and clutching one another during Freddie’s toast. But we didn’t look around or harbour doubts, or we ignored them. It was only much later that I allowed myself to consider the veritable champagne lake that must have existed backstage at every Queen concert. Tip to rock stars: want a free truckload of champagne wherever you go? Sing a song that mentions some — preferably name-checking a more expensive brand to ensure better quality — and watch it pour in backstage every night from adoring fans. There must have been a hundred bottles from fans back there, not counting the stash the band may well have brought with them in case Portland or Houston or Detroit weren’t so generous. No wonder that roadie looked so bored — he’d probably been put on champagne duty that night.

Freddie’s toast worked its magic, though, giving me the connection I needed to negotiate a place within the strangeness of the concertgoing experience itself: the weird, scary power of a crowd; the mixture of exhilaration and embarrassment at collective participation; the physical discomfort of standing for two hours when there’s a perfectly comfortable seat behind you. It is one of those tricky, unresolved tensions at concerts: are we there to listen to the music or actively respond to it, participate as a group or answer our needs as individuals? It’s an issue I’ve never entirely resolved — from Queen onwards I have spent concerts going in and out of myself, losing myself to the music and spectacle one minute, the next minute overly conscious of myself clapping or singing or screaming, and wondering why concerts have to be such an uncomfortable physical ordeal.

I was taken aback by the sound of Queen’s music live: not just the volume, but the familiarity and also the strange rawness of the songs. Studio albums have all the mistakes airbrushed out, the layers added in, the balance between players carefully calibrated, like clever dialogue in a play without the awkward pauses and unfinished conversations you get in real life. Queen albums were highly produced, multi-layered affairs. Live, the music was necessarily stripped of a lot of the choral mixing, more raucous, simpler and much messier.

The band wisely didn’t dare attempt to reproduce in its entirety the long, baroque confection that is Bohemian Rhapsody. For the infamous operatic middle section, the band members left the stage as the studio recording played. Freddie and Brian then changed costume, and, at the word “Beelzebub”, all four men popped out of a door in the stage floor and joined live again for the heavy metal section, fireworks going off, dry ice pouring out, everyone going berserk, me in tears of excitement. It was one of the best live moments I’ve ever witnessed. Indeed, I was spoiled by seeing Queen play live before anyone else; for sheer exuberant theatricality, no one else has come close.

The concert ended with an instrumental version of God Save the Queen and once more the flicking of the Bics, which, no longer the virgin concertgoer, I understood now as a gesture of tribute. My friends and I weren’t finished, though. Emboldened by Freddie’s toast, we decided to go to the stage entrance again and say hello. I still choke with embarrassment when I think of it. When we got there, a black limousine was pulling away, our heroes and their entourage inside, and we were left with the detritus: older, dolled-up, hard-bitten groupies who had followed the band around and not made this night’s cut. I stared at one, at her long, bleach-blond hair, her miniskirt, her bright red lipstick. She glared at me briefly; then her face went slack as she dismissed the idea of me being any sort of competition. In fact, I had not really taken in that there was a competition, that the girls (and I?) were here to spread our wares and catch the attention of one of the men, and then . . . And then? I hadn’t thought it through at all. I wouldn’t have known what to do with such a man as Brian May if he even so much as looked at me. All I knew was that I was way, way out of my depth, that even if I had eluded the roadie minding the door, there was no way I was ever going to get past a woman like this.

The contrast between the sparkling theatricality of the concert and the gritty reality of the backstage, with its dirty concrete, anonymous faces and unfulfilled dreams turned my stomach, and almost ruined the night. I wished I hadn’t seen it, because it reminded me that the show was a fantasy, while it was my aching feet and the roadies’ boredom and the groupies’ hard desperation that constituted real life. As I stood watching the limo pull away and the unsexy women stand about, licking their wounds, looking for a ride to the next city and another chance, I felt as if a door had been kicked open a crack on to a world I knew nothing about: the seamy underbelly of the concertgoing experience, a mix of sex and power and exploitation, of cigarettes and poorly applied make-up and long, cold nights waiting to be noticed and defining yourself by someone else’s attention. If that was grown-up life, I didn’t want to know about it. I wanted the champagne toast, but not the limo. Not yet.

Fan Stories

“I had just turned 16 a few weeks earlier. I was absolutely 100% in love with Queen (since age 13 when first hearing Killer Queen on the radio) and therefore could hardly believe my sister's friend, who worked with her at the Roy Rogers restaurant at the mall, who said she knew Freddie Mercury's girlfriend, Mary, and that she was going to get a backstage pass and would try to get one for us as well. Well, just before the concert she met my sister at a pre-arranged point (inside the venue) and said that she was unable to get us the backstage passes. You can imagine my disappointment and my thinking at this point that this girl was not telling the truth about knowing Freddie's girlfriend (it seemed too good to be true to me to begin with). Then after the concert, which was great of course, we were depressed (my sister and I - but especially me) at not getting to meet them, so we decided to wait for their limo to come out of the underground parking area at the Capital Centre. When it emerged we got so excited we decided to sprint to our big blue station wagon and follow them. With my learner's permit only, I followed them at probably over 80 miles per hour - I remember it being the fastest I had ever driven but I was determined not to lose them - to a restaurant somewhere in DC. At that age, I didn't have my bearings around the city. We didn't want to freak them out so I think we just watched them go inside from our car. Then we ended up waiting outside in the cold air for I think around 2 hours - anyway - enough to turn my nose red and make my lips and toes numb. We weren't allowed in the restaurant - and there was a bouncer from Liverpool out front that prevented us from even going in the lobby to warm up. At one point Roger came down the stairs into the lobby and I smiled at him and he smiled back and started over to the door - but was stopped by another man who grabbed his arm. So then he just continued downstairs to the bathroom, and ignored us when he went back up the stairs. When they finally emerged from the restaurant, I was frozen in more ways than just the temp. Brian said, "It's a bit cold out here". One of them (I don't know who because I think I was in shock) said, "So, were you at the concert?" And we said yes. My friend who was hardly a Queen fan grabbed the attention for herself by shouting "That was the best concert I've ever seen!" or some such thing. I was so embarrassed not being able to think of anything to say in my stunned condition. Freddie looked at me briefly then looked over at my sister. He nodded at my sister but he never stopped walking to the limo. Brian walked over to me and said something like, "Did you enjoy the concert?" and I think I mumbled something like, "Yes. It was fantastic." Then all I could think to say was "Can I have your autograph?" He said "Sure" and ended up giving me the autograph and his pen. So I had to tap him on the arm to get his attention to give him his pen back. "Here's your pen." Can you imagine - here I am meeting my idols and all I can say is this? This all happened within about 20 or 30 seconds it seemed, and they all got into the limo quickly - they seemed pretty tired. I can't remember if they had one or two limos. All four of the members were there and I think a couple of other men - probably manager and driver(s). Freddie didn't say anything, just acknowledged us without a smile and got into the limo. John did the same. I remember thinking Brian was pretty tall. I stood very close to him. I am almost 5 foot 9 and he towered above me it seemed. Of course the hair probably added several inches! The best part of the story I guess is that my sister's friend, the one who knew Mary, said that when the band got back to the hotel they said there were some "nice working girls" waiting outside the restaurant. I guess they thought we were older - we were only 16 and 17 and still in high school of course. We were dressed very conservatively and with long coats.

My sister's co-worker said that she was good friends with Mary, because their families had been neighbors, and so was happy to get to visit with her. Also she said she thought that Freddie was the nicest member of the group, but very shy.” - Donna13

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen concerts

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winterbites · 4 years ago

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Quicko thing I've seen about Yashahime

So, as a recent commenter and the general fanbase of InuYasha have said, the mother of Towa and Setsuna is theorized to be Rin. She's an obviously popular choice to be Sesshomaru's lover/baby mama. Honestly, I would be ELATED if she's confirmed canon as the mother but there are a few complications that need to be checked in order to reasonably explain the theory of her being the mother. Keep in mind, I'm not a guru of InuYasha and I'm going to be referencing mainly the anime canon for this. So, in the case that I get something wrong or miss something, don't mob my house and crucify me amongst my mint garden. With that being said, let's get into it!

So, right outta the gate is the obvious one: Rin's age as she's 11 years old at the end of InuYasha. The seasons never seem to change in the Feudal Era but we know it was spring when Kagome graduated high school and transported back to the Feudal Era. So, as we know that time in the Feudal Era moves at the same rate as the Modern Era due to the 3 year time skip, we can safely say it's fall during the Since Then chapter/episode. I'm not an expert in the Japanese school system but a quick Google search says Japanese high school begins in April and ends in March, so I'm just gonna assume I'm close enough. Anyway, we don't know Rin's birthday but, just for a best case scenario for the theory, we'll say Rin turned 12 during this time. The synopsis of Yashahime is that it begins "a few years after" Since Then and then time is skipped ahead by 10 years. The girls are 14 years old - 10 years + 9 months of pregnancy = they were 3-4 years old during "a few years after". If they were 3, then we'll just say they recently turned 14 as we're only counting the years and not the months or days. Now, in ye olde days girls were generally married off when they got their first period, and that usually happened when the young ladies turned 13-14 years old (due to changes in nutrients in the modern world's food, puberty and, thus, periods actually start earlier so that's why 13-14 years old might seem a bit old for it to start). With that in mind, I'm going to add a year to this Rin is the mother theory so that she can be 13 and become eligible for childbirth. Kinda weird to show a 13 year old as a mother but Miroku did have a 14 y/o girl beg to be his wife (Kagome commented on this as well) so it's obviously a line that Rumiko isn't afraid of crossing. Also, given that Miroku and Sango's twin daughters are 2-3 years old and Sango was a 16 y/o during InuYasha, Sango and Miroku were clearly married and got busy while she was still 16. This is Rumiko telling us that modern expectations don't mean shit in the Feudal Era; what we consider underage is overage in the Feudal Era.

Whew! I think that's the biggest one out of the way, so let's move on to genetics - phenotypes in particular (remember, genotypes have to do with genetic appearance and phenotypes have to do with physical appearance). Typically, children in the InuYasha universe look very similar to their parents. Sesshomaru is the spitting image of his parents: white hair, face markings (Sess takes after his mother in that category along with her pale skin) and golden eyes. InuYasha also takes after both his parents: Toga's tanned skin, golden eyes, white hair and (in his human form) Izayoi's black hair and eyes. We don't know what Kagome's father looked like but she does share many similarities to her mother in pretty much all phenotype categories. The only real difference between the two is that her mother's hair seems to be on the curly side while Kagome's (and Sota's) hair is more straightened, presumably a trait from their father. For an example from Yashahime itself, look no further than Moroha: brown eyes from Kagome, InuYasha's tanned skin, Kagome's (and technically InuYasha's) black hair - hell, she even got InuYasha's doglike behaviors (even if it was meant for comedy relief at most times). Setsuna and Towa though? They don't look a lot like Sesshomaru to begin with, let alone Rin. Assuming Rin is the mother, Setsuna has Rin's hair, Towa has Sesshomaru's hair, and both have Sesshomaru's pale skin; however, both girls have red segments in their hair and both have differently colored eyes, neither of which match their parents. Now, Setsuna and Towa are half-demons and, although we don't see a lot of half-demons in InuYasha, we DO know they don't always look like their parents. Case in point: Jeninji. Jeninji is...well, physically-wise, the general definition of a monster despite his father being godly in appearance along with a very pretty mother. The only other (canon) half-demon we've seen is Shiori, and the only things she got from her mother was her gender. So Towa and Setsuna, two confirmed half-demons, having physical features that match only one or neither of their parents? Fairly plausible.

Lastly is Rin and Sesshomaru's relationship and Sesshomaru's general relationship to the general human race. Sesshomaru fuckin hates humans, no ifs, ands or buts about that one; HOWEVER, there are a few humans that meet his exceptions. I'm fairly positive he only puts up with Kagome (she called him big brother at the end of InuYasha and no shit it looked like he wanted to kill her) because InuYasha loves her and I'm a firm believer that Sesshomaru cares for InuYasha more than he lets on. As I said in a previous post, Kohaku is on Sesshomaru's good list due to his efforts to protect Rin; I think the only reason Sesshomaru seemed to be harsher to Kohaku was because he was a boy and was expected to take care of himself (for example, Sesshomaru expressed annoyance at having to defend Kohaku and threatened to leave him to die but didn't follow through with it). Last human on Sesshomaru's 'this person is ok, I guess' list is, obviously, Rin. He loves her, no ifs, ands or buts about that either but we don't know what kind of love it is and we don't know where it could extend to as she grows older. When Rin died the second time, Sesshomaru cradled her body and probably would've cried if he was normal in literally any kind of way. When his mother (y'all ever realized that Sess's mother doesn't have a canon name?) revived Rin, Sesshomaru crowded her and caressed her cheek. As one of my dad's favorite songs goes, if that ain't love then I don't know what love is. The way Sesshomaru views Rin is never stated, whether explicitly or implicitly, and, in my opinion, Rin is too young to understand whatever type of admiration she has for him. Rin has stated that she wants to be with Sesshomaru for forever and Sesshomaru, who seemed to feel the same way, had obvious plans to retrieve her once she spent more time with other humans - but only if Rin wanted to come along. Also, lets keep in mind that Sesshomaru was reluctant to separate from her to begin with and he still visits her very often plus brings her gifts on each visit.

With half-demon daughters and his general hate for anything human, Rin is by far the strongest candidate to be the mother but we don't know what Sesshomaru is up to during his travels. For all we know, he could've bonded with some other human woman in the time between InuYasha and Yashahime. On a sidenote, and I know this is pretty stereotypical, but clothes (the type of gift he seems to leave her more often than not) is among the top 3 things you give to your boo to woo them (I especially say this 'cause even I enjoy clothes shopping) but that kinda depends on the person.

#kohaku inuyasha #rin inuyasha #miroku inuyasha #sango inuyasha #inuyasha #sesshomaru #sesshoumaru x rin #sessrin #kagome higurashi #kagome #towa higurashi #setsuna #yashahime: princess half demon #hanyou no yashahime: sengoku otogizoushi #inu yasha

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when-they-write-stuff · 4 years ago

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Any prompt? :P OK then how about 14 & 46 together? Hehe, you don't have to. I just liked these the most and I'm curious how they would work together in one of your fics :D

“You have no idea who I am, do you?” & “It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.”

- -

Stiles blamed the witch.

It seemed like whenever something went wrong in Beacon Hills, it was the fault of a witch. Sometimes warlocks too, but they seemed to avoid Beacon Hills a lot more often. But the witches, man. They were always there.

Looming.

The point is, this was the fault of a witch. And Stiles was so done.

He was feeling pretty handy with a baseball bat about three seconds before he was blasted into a tree. At second one, Stiles was racing across the field with a battle cry in his throat. A second two, he was being flung back by a blast of light to his chest. And at second three, all he knew was pain.

Stiles blamed the witch. It was all her fault.

Then all he knew was black.

Stiles wasn’t a stranger to waking up in odd places.

When he was a kid, he used to fall asleep on the couch and wake up in his bed. When he was in middle school, he fell asleep at Scott’s and woke up in a tree. In his freshman year of high school, he was dared to stakeout the girl’s locker room and woke up in the principal’s office. The point is, Stiles was used to experiencing odd things.

He wasn’t expecting to wake up and find a strange man looming over him, though.

“Woah, holy fuck, dude! Stranger danger! Invasion of my personal bubble! Someone call the cops!”

The guy looked extremely irritated as he backed off. Someone else came into view; and Stiles nearly melted in relief as he recognized his best friend.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Scott. Scott. Dude, I swear to god, if I fell asleep in your tree again, it was a complete accident and I didn’t mean to—” Except that wasn’t Scott. Yeah, it had his face and his adorable puppy eyes, but nothing else. Nothing.

Because Scott was a lot smaller. His hair was a lot fluffier. And what the hell was with the newly acquired muscles?

“Uh, dude?” Scott said, taking a cautious step forward. Stiles squawked and shoved himself up, realizing he was on a metal table and surrounded by other people he didn’t recognize. His heart pounded at a hundred miles an hour and he dug his nails into his palm, trying to force back a panic attack.

“Guys,” Scott said. “He’s panicking. Everyone back up.”

“D-do we know these people? Do I know these people?”

“He’s finally lost it,” a blonde-haired girl said. Stiles blinked at her and then squinted. Because that was— no, it couldn’t be. There was no way.

“Erica Reyes?”

“Yeah,” a curly-haired boy next to her said. Upon recognition, Stiles didn’t know what the hell Isaac Lahey was doing here. Or how the guy even knew who Stiles was. “He’s lost it.”

“He hasn’t lost anything,” a gruffer voice said. It was scary ‘no sense of personal space’ dude, Stiles realized, cringing back slightly. “Deaton said his memory has been reset a few years. He should be fine in twenty-four hours.”

Stiles blinked at him. Scary ‘no sense of personal space’ dude was also kind of hot, if Stiles was being honest. And his eyebrows were a bit of a turn on. Stiles gaped at his own mind and shook his head, before glaring at him. Derek didn’t look impressed, though.

“You have no idea who I am, do you?”

“He doesn’t recognize Derek,” Erica said, looking positively gleeful. “That’s gold.”

“Shut up,” Derek said, looking grumpy at that. “Stiles, what’s the last thing you remember? What year is it?”

“What year— what year is it? Dude, is this some kind of joke? Have I been pranked? Scott, I swear to god, this lost all it’s humor the second I woke up and realized sexy-brows wasn’t a gay-awakening dream.”

Derek straightened at that and Erica let out a bark of laughter. Scott looked a little horrified and Stiles swallowed hard, trying to ignore how hot his face was getting. He didn’t know this asshole, so why did it matter what he said?

“Stiles,” Scott said. “Do you remember sophomore year?”

“Fuck yeah, dude, we’re sophomores!”

“Oh my god,” Isaac said. “Stilinski, how old do you think you are?”

Stiles stared at him. Then he looked down at his hands and over the rest of his body. Everything seemed accurately proportioned. Except, he was a lot musclier than he remembered. Stiles rubbed a hand over his forehead and then yelped when he realized he had hair.

“Scott! My buzzcut!”

“Fuck,” Erica breathed, looking at him like Stiles was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen. Then, she doubled over with laughter. “He thinks he’s sixteen!”

Thinks? Thinks?

Stiles looked from older-Scott, to grumpy sexy-brows, and then down at his hands again, and realized something was very wrong. Something was very wrong and Stiles had no idea what.

“Shit.”

“I’ll believe a lot of things,” Stiles said, pacing his room back and forth. “But werewolves are not one of them, Scott. I’m not an idiot. I don’t believe in fairy tales.”

Scott sat on the edge of his bed and looked anywhere but Stiles’s face. Narrowing his eyes, Stiles dropped into the chair at his desk and studied him.

“You’re hiding something from me. What are you hiding from me?”

“Werewolves were actually your idea in the first place,” Scott said carefully. “When I got bit.”

“I… what?”

“It was actually right,” Scott said. “But it took a few learning curves.”

“Learning curves? Dude! Have you killed anyone?”

“No, of course not!”

“Huh,” Stiles said, lacing his fingers together and resting them underneath his chin. “Show me, then. The whole werewolf thing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Scotty, I have recently been told I am eighteen years old. Which means I’m a man. A man who can totally take whatever you about to— oh my god!”

Stiles leaped up, stumbling away from his chair as Scott’s face morphed to something grotesque and his eyes turned a vibrant shade of red. Fangs poked at his upper lip, his fingernails were claws, and there was no way that was right. Or real. This was a fever dream, it had to be.

“Stiles?” Scott said, voice warbled by his fangs. “Are you okay, man?”

“Y-yeah, man, I’m just… adjusting. I’m adjusting.”

Scott’s face turned back to normal, but Stiles couldn’t get that image from his head. He stayed in the corner and watched his best friend for a moment. If this was a fever dream, Scott couldn’t hurt him, right? Everything was going to be fine.

“So,” Stiles said, moving carefully back into his chair. “Does this mean I have yet to get with Lydia?”

“Lydia?”

“Yeah, dude, Lydia Martin. Strawberry-blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes, literally everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”

“Oh,” Scott said, wincing. “No.”

Stiles deflated. “Not even in five to ten years? What about my ten-year plan?”

“You’ve kinda ditched that,” Scott said. “For Derek.”

“For Derek?”

There was a sudden tap on his window and Stiles yelped, flailing out of his chair as he spotted the man crouched on the roof outside. Scott gave him a worried look and got up, crossing the room to pull it open. Stiles managed to push himself up right as Derek climbed in, giving him a judgemental looking eyebrow.

“What about me?”

“Oh my god, nothing,” Stiles said, retreating backward. “Absolutely nothing. Nothing about you or your sexy looking— your eyebrows.”

Derek stared at him. Scott laughed nervously and stepped between them. “Right, uh. Thanks for taking over, man.”

Derek just grunted. Stiles blinked at the two of them.

“Wait, taking over? Taking over for what?”

“We’re supposed to watch over you,” Scott said. “In case something goes wrong. I would, but I’ve got a shift at Deaton’s. So Derek’s gonna do it.”

“Oh,” Stiles said, voice small. “Derek’s gonna do it. Of course, Derek’s gonna do it.”

Derek gave him an ‘is that a problem’ look and Stiles gulped, offering his best smile. The man only rolled his eyes and Scott patted him on the shoulder as he left.

Stiles gazed after the boy, half-tempted to follow and maybe beg for mercy, but he was a grown man. He was eighteen years old, dammit, he was not afraid of some stubbled man and his freakishly good looks.

“So,” Stiles said, turning back around. “Babysitting duty, eh?”

“You’re not a baby,” Derek said. He picked up a magazine from Stiles’s desk— one on planting, which Stiles didn’t know why he had— and proceeded to lounge back in Stiles’s bed. He didn’t seem bothered at all. In fact, he almost seemed at home.

“So,” Stiles said, shuffling his feet. “We’re friends? Or something?”

“Or something.”

“But you like me,” Stiles pressed. Derek gave him a strange look and Stiles turned red. “I mean clearly, you have to kinda like me. If you’re here on babysitting duty.”

“Sure, Stiles.”

“That’s not very reassuring, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.”

Stiles sighed and sunk down into his desk chair. He watched Derek for a moment longer but the man seemed content to ignore him, so Stiles spun his chair around and fixed his attention on his laptop. He assumed there were a lot of things he’d missed. Like his favorite comics. Or movies! There had to be a few new movies.

“Dude!” Stiles screeched after a second of research. Derek startled so hard he nearly rolled off the side of the bed and Stiles spun around, tapping his computer screen in excitement. “There are three new Avengers movies out. Three!”

“Stiles, I swear to god—”

“We have to watch them!”

“You’re going to start remembering things in less than twenty-four hours. What’s the point?”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said. “You’re so sour. This is my chance, dude, to re-experience all the things that bring me joy. Do you know what I would give to be able to read something like Harry Potter again without knowing what happens?”

“Then watch your movies,” Derek said, looking unimpressed. “You have about eight hours.”

“Do you… want to watch them with me?”

Derek looked at him in confusion. Stiles rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged.

“I mean, you don’t have too.”

Derek studied him for another few seconds. Then, silently, he nodded and Stiles grinned. He grabbed his laptop and a few snacks from his lowest drawer— where his future self continued hiding them, thank goodness— and then moved over to the bed, flopping down.

Derek was suddenly very close and very warm, and Stiles nearly shied back. But instead, he flipped his laptop open and offered over a roll of oreos.

Derek accepted them cautiously, like they were a bomb about to go off. Stiles rolled his eyes and clicked to the first movie.

And honestly, this could be worse. Maybe Derek wasn’t so bad.

Stiles’s future self must have readjusted his Lydia marriage plan for some reason.

Stiles woke up when it was pitch black outside and his computer was disregarded on the mattress a few inches away. Blinking a few times, Stiles smacked his lips together, and then his eyes flew open. Memories came flooding back to him and he went shock-still.

Pressed up against his back, with one arm wrapped around his chest and face buried into his neck, Derek groaned. His breaths were warm against Stiles’s neck and after a moment, he shifted.

And then went still too.

“So,” Stiles said. “I don’t think I’m sixteen anymore.”

Derek pulled his face back, but didn’t remove his arm. In fact, his hold seemed to tighten. Stiles felt that make his stomach flip and closed his eyes, biting down hard on his tongue. Derek huffed.

“It’s pitch black and I can still see you blushing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Stiles,” Derek said. He was quiet for a moment and then there was amusement in his voice. “You think my eyebrows are sexy.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, turning his face into the pillow. Leave it to his not-so-sixteen-year-old self to out him. Stiles hated everything sometimes. “To be fair, you have a very nice face, which I have told you on multiple occasions.”

“Usually, in the form of an insult.”

“Are you toying with me, Derek? Because that’s not very nice and I’ll remind you that we are in my bed and—” Stiles suddenly cut off, his face turning red again. “Never mind.”

Derek removed his arm and, after a second, Stiles flipped over to face him. Derek was smiling slightly and that expression so wasn’t fair. Stiles really shouldn’t be freaking out like this. They’d shared a bed before.

Granted, Stiles had either been drunk, running on three days of no sleep, or Derek was crashing after a long night of research. But the point was, it’d been done before. Derek kept his favorite magazines here, goddammit.

So maybe that was more telling than Stiles cared to admit.

“So,” he said. “We gonna talk about this?”

“The part where you think my eyebrows are sexy or the part where I’m your new Lydia ten-year plan?”

“Oh, you asshole!” Stiles said, kicking him in the leg. “Werewolves are not allowed to listen into personal conversations! I don’t care how good your stupid hearing is!”

“Sorry,” Derek said, but he didn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looked a little nervous. “So...”

“So.”

“Was I your gay-awakening dream?”

“I hate you.”

“Hm,” Derek said, leaning closer. Stiles’s breaths caught in his throat and Derek smirked cautiously. “Because if I wasn’t, am I allowed to be now?”

“Are you really— is this really— oh my god!”

Derek chuckled and Stiles pressed forward, catching his lips. This was nowhere near how he’d seen things going, but he’d had Derek on a ten-year plan. And, humming at the back of his throat as Derek growled, Stiles decided he was very okay with this. With not having to wait ten years, that was.

He’d blamed the witch for all of this at first.

He was very thankful now.

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rainandhotchocolate · 5 years ago

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The girl next door

A/N ok yes it’s technically 1am but fk u all its STILL DAY 6 IN MY MIND anyway this is a !muggle reader x James fic, the classic girl next door trope :)) Enjoy lovelies!

The girl next door

James watched from his window as a bright red car rolled up into the driveway next to his. The house next door was relatively similar to his own, a classic Victorian terrace with a balcony overlooking the front lawn and the back garden. James’ parents hadn’t changed the decorations much, wanting to keep it in line with muggle stereotypes as much as possible, not draw attention to themselves unnecessarily. The most they had added were two rocking chairs out on the front porch for them to watch the neighbourhood pass around them, doing muggle things.

James’ next-door neighbours, however, had done the exact opposite. Whilst they had to keep the front façade, heritage or some odd muggle council thing, they had painted the front a deep-sea blue, the door was porcelain white to match the balcony. Hanging down across the painted walls was lush ivory which vined its way across the façade and up the edge of the balcony, meeting a row of blueberry and raspberry plants that had never really sprouted. From James’ bedroom, he could see into the back of the house and garden, completely renovated so that there were large windows covering the kitchen and living space and led out into a complete mess of a garden, a huge oak tree in the middle, daisy’s and honeysuckles covering the grassy surrounding it.

When James was young, he used to watch with envy at the large tyre that was tied to the edge of the tree, watching the couple swing their young daughter higher and higher into the tree. He wondered if it was the closest thing muggle’s felt to flying.

He first met the girl next door when he was 8, when Euphemia and Fleamont had brought around a large pudding to greet the new neighbours. They had ushered them in, the woman wearing an oversized pair of overalls and covered in paint, the man in jeans and a jumper, holding the newspaper in one hand as he led them into the kitchen.

“We have a daughter around the same age as James.” He remembered them saying to his parents whilst he looked around at the brightly coloured utensils hanging around the kitchen.

“Y/N!” At her mum’s yell, Y/N came skidding through the open doorway, sliding further than she expected in her socks on the smooth wooden floorboards and grabbing hold of James to slow down.

“She’s a bit of a wild one, our Y/N,” her dad had said, grinning down at her as Y/N gave James an apologetic grimace, “Why don’t you show James the yard?”

She grabbed James’ hand and pulled him out the large back door, which was also a window, and led him towards the tree.

“This is a fairy tree, they like to sleep here at night, but if you’re lucky you might get to see one,” She winked, a piece of her curly dark hair falling into her face. She tried to blow it off with the corner of her mouth before shaking it off her face. She was wearing a bright pink dress, James remembered because he wondered whether she was going to ruin it as she grabbed hold of the tree branch and swung herself up and onto it.

“Come on! What are you staring for?”

“Nothing, coming,” He’d grinned up at her and pulled himself up, joining her on the large tree. They’d jumped around it for an hour before his parents came back into the yard and brought him home.

Being an only child, James took any opportunity he could do have her over or vice versa when she was bored and wanted someone to hoist her onto the tallest branch.

“I can see the whole way to London from here!”

“You bloody cannot,” James snorted, tickling the inside of her leg so she jolted forwards, having to grab hold of the branch in front to steady herself.

“Oi!”

“That’s what you get for lying,” James giggled as she tried to reach down and poke him, but she was too high up.

“Come up here so I can get you back.”

“Not even if Merlin was up there,” James danced around the trunk of the tree, avoiding her foot as it dangled, trying to find his head.

“What, like King Arthur? Stop moving! I promise I won’t hit you I’m just trying to get down,” Y/N held her leg still until James sighed and moved over so she could use his shoulders to climb back down. She hit him across the arm the moment she landed on a thick branch, her lip curling brazenly.

“You are so dead,” James growled at her, chasing her across the tree branches, watching Y/N giggle loudly as he got closer until he could tackle her onto the grass in a heap.

When they got older, well mostly when James went to a ‘faraway very boring nothing to talk about’ boarding school they drifted apart. It was natural enough, they still saw each other on break, chatting about their classes and friends. On Christmas eve, Fleamont and Euphemia would invite all the neighbours around for scones and tea and Y/N would sneak some chocolate for James and herself to share in the garden, watching the stars. When they turned 14, it was a bottle of wine from her parents tiny under the floorboards cellar and they giggled for hours as the wine made James feel light-headed and flushed and like he could do bloody well anything.

When the parents had moved into the sitting room for whiskey (well it was firewhiskey with the label hidden), James and Y/N had stolen a blanket so they could keep lying on the grass as the snow began to fall on their heads. James turned to look at her, face flushed from both the bottle of red wine and freezing air, eyes wide and twinkling as she looked up at the stars, a look of awe on her face. Snow had begun to land on her eyebrows and hair, sparkling brightly against her pale skin and dark curls in a halo around her head.

“Snow has got to be the prettiest thing on earth,” She’d said sitting up and looking across the garden as it settled in the grass and leaves. James was still staring at her and she gave him a funny look in return. “What?”

“You look so beautiful with snow in your hair.” James wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol talking or himself but without giving it a second thought he leaned in and kissed her, softly, his heartbeat rising in his chest.

He’d pulled back slowly, watching Y/N’s mouth make a small ‘o’ and her whole body freeze momentarily.

“I’m sorry, it… must be the alcohol, I didn’t mean – “

“No it’s fine I just – “

“Why don’t we go back inside?” James’ heart was racing, his head catching up to himself. You bloody idiot.

“Oh, yeah ok.” James had given her a hand standing up, and they’d both walked back inside in silence, brushing the snow from their hair and shoulders.

Since then, things had never really gone back to normal. James focused all his romantic energy on Lily, Lily who would scowl as he walked past and became infuriated by the smallest of prods, but wouldn’t make him feel like he did that Christmas Eve. Hollow.

The next Christmas break, Sirius turned up on their doorstep, bruises covering every inch of visible skin, blood dripping down his lip and staining the side of his thin long-sleeve top.

“Hey… mate,” He spluttered when James pulled open the door, freezing up when he saw Sirius’ state.

“Sirius, Merlin, are you ok, get inside come on, MUM! DAD!” He yelled towards the stairs before reaching out and grabbing Sirius as he went to collapse on the front doorstep. They didn’t have anyone over for Christmas eve that year, Sirius still sickly thin, the fading bruises still deep blues and purples splaying across his face and legs. Sirius sat up with James all night talking about next years Quidditch cup and the best way to get a date for the first Hogsmeade weekend back, James continually flicking his eyes towards the bedroom window where lights were still on.

“Am I not as interesting as the darkness,” Sirius threw a pillow at him when James outright didn’t respond to Sirius’ question about how much frogs spawn was too much frogs spawn.

“Oh sorry, what?”

“What are you looking at?” Sirius narrowed his eyes, a smile creeping onto his face.

“Nothing, it’s nothing- “ But Sirius had already jumped out of the bed, masking his pain with a grimace and was limping over to the window. He gazed out, pushing James to the side as he tried to close the blinds, looking over into Y/N’s house.

“Ahhh, of course! I guess a hot girl is more interesting than I am,” Sirius snorted, still watching, “Ooo, a taken girl, much less interesting.”

“What?” Forgetting all pretence of composure, he hopped out of bed and rushed over to the window. He could see Y/N leaning up against the wall, smiling at something out of view. That something quickly returned, as a tall curly haired boy who lifted her up in the air and kissed her passionately. James felt something in his gut twist. He turned away quickly from the window, sitting back on his bed, determined to look calm.

“And here I was thinking that Lily was the only one for you huh?” Sirius grinned widely, prodding James, “Come on, there’s a million girls out there, I promise we can find you someone just like that.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow when James didn’t reply. He sat back on the bed and watched him, letting the silence hang.

“She was my first kiss.” James had said. He’d never really admitted that before. They didn’t really talk about that kind of stuff, more like what they could do, will do. Sirius remained silent, gripping one hand on James’ knee.

Y/N hopped out of the red car, opening the boot to help her parents get out the rest of the shopping bags and bring them into the house. Sirius wasn’t awake yet, and James was indulging himself by watching her smile up at her dad who had likely told a really terrible joke about fishing. The door closed and James found himself wandering back to his bedroom, wondering if she would go to her room and read or listen to music or something. Maybe she would look up to where his window was too, looking for him. James rolled his eyes at himself, shaking his head. Stop being such a sap.

Then he froze. Standing at the side of their house was Sirius, looking up at James and waving fervently, smiling like an absolute dick. He saw him exaggerate waggling his eyebrows and mime walking up to the front door.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” James mouthed at him, giving him the finger and trying to swat him away from the house. Sirius grinned wider and walked out of James’ vision. James sprinted back to the living room banging on the window loudly as Sirius walked up to Y/N’s front door and knocked. James stopped banging immediately as her mum answered the door and craned forwards, desperately wishing he could hear through glass. She brought him into the house and closed the door.

When Sirius returned James jumped him.

“What the FUCK,” He hissed, eyes flashing at Sirius who continued to look very satisfied with himself.

“Oh, calm down, I didn’t do anything too wild,” He winked, making his way to the kitchen, forcing James to follow him in a huff.

“You need to tell me exactly what you did.”

“I just invited her over – “

“What? Why? She doesn’t even know you!”

“For a little party we are having,” Sirius continued as if James hadn’t just spat a little in his face.

“Party?”

“Just a small thing, it will be fine. I’ve already cleared it with your parents!” He grinned as James went to tackle him.

As it so happens, Sirius (for once) was actually telling the truth and had only invited a small group of people from Hogwarts who lived around London and had gone home for Christmas. Marlene arrived first, holding a bottle of firewhiskey and a wild grin, followed closely by Alice and Frank who brought mince pies, and Remus and Peter who had brought a selection of sweets from their parents. They were sitting in the front living room exploding snap when the doorbell rang. James sprung up, flattening out his shirt pedantically.

“You really weren’t lying Pads,” Remus shook his head at James, “He’s smitten.”

“I told you,” Sirius sang, chuckling as James gave him daggers.

“Ok please, she doesn’t know we are wizards so please tame down the whole… fact that we are wizards.”

“Well said, Prongs,” Remus gave him a small clap.

“Oh, shut it the lot of you.”

“James are you going to get the door?” Euphemia called from the kitchen.

“Yes, mum, I’m going now!”

“Hurry up, she might leave,” Marlene winked at James but he ignored her, moving down the hallway a little too quickly, having to stop himself from slipping into the door in his socks.

Ok, calm down, it’s just a lowkey Christmas hang, nothing to worry about. Chill.

He took a deep breath and plastered a smile on his face, swinging open the door. Y/N was standing in the cold, covered in a large fluffy coat, arms tucked inside to keep warm.

“Finally, I thought you’d forgotten about me,” Y/N smiled up at him and James felt his entire pep talk get thrown out the window as he remembered how her how face scrunched up when she smiled and it made his heart jump. He silently thanked the stars when he heard Sirius slid up beside him.

“You came! James has told us all about you, come in come in,” Sirius elbowed James subtly, and James opened the door wider so she could step inside.

“Looks like you haven’t changed a thing,” Y/N stepped out of her wet boots and looked around the hallway.

“I honestly think I’d be worried if it had, my parents might have gone mad,” James felt himself fall back into the easy rhythm of conversation with Y/N as he led her back into the living room, Sirius on their tails.

“So this is a bunch of people from school, Marlene, Alice, Frank, Remus, Peter, and well you must have met Sirius this afternoon?”

“Yes! So nice to meet you all, and actually put faces to names,” Y/N beamed around at them all, finding a place beside Remus on the floor.

“He talks about us?” Marlene made a loud gasp.

“I’m shocked,” Alice shook her head in mock amazement.

“You all suck,” James hissed at them, quickly returning to his previously plastered smile state, “We were just playing cards. Do you know any good games?”

They continued playing cards, Marlene sneaking them sips of Firewhiskey when they were sure that James’ parents weren’t about to come and drop in another bout of snacks, with only one minor mishap with the cards when Frank slammed too hard on two similar cards resulting in Remus spinning Y/N around as a card exploded.

“What the hell was that noise?” Y/N looked disorientated, blinking vehemently.

“Car backfiring,” Marlene smiled, her eyes still slightly panicked. Frank was mouthing I’m sorry to James as he quickly wiped down the table with his hand.

“Right…” Y/N still looked confused but dropped the topic. Alice yawned loudly, stretching out her back on the soft carpet behind her.

“I’m actually getting super tired, might head off?” She turned to ask Frank, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I have to be home before 12 anyway, my parents love Christmas,” He grinned at James, sending him a sly wink. James rolled his eyes, praying that Y/N didn’t see.

“Well if you’re heading, I might… catch a ride,” Marlene held back a laugh as she attempted a muggle phrase.

“Uh, yeah, sounds good,” Alice poked her in the ribs, shooting her a look to shut up. They all stood up, Marlene grabbing the bottle of firewhiskey and putting it back in her bag.

“Sorry boys, and Y/N, you’ll have to live without for the rest of the evening.”

“Fine with me, it tasted way different to anything I’ve ever stolen from my parents,” Y/N laughed, smiling warmly up at Marlene. James wanted to hug her. Or something. Perhaps he was getting delirious.

They waved goodbye, leaving the house before apparating together away, James cringing when he heard the loud crack!

Sirius kicked Remus in the leg and gave Y/N a smile.

“Would you like a hot cocoa? Remus makes the best, I can help him find the ingredients.”

“I don’t think she want –“ James started, feeling increasingly panicked. He hoped his eyes accurately said don’t fucking leave me alone I’m a mess.

“I’d love one!” Y/N cut him off and Sirius’ smile widened.

“Perfect, come on Remus,” He pulled him up, Remus giving James an apologetic smile before following Sirius out of the room. A silence fell over the two of them, and James found himself beginning to stress over whether it was comfortable or if he should interrupt it or if that would make it seem like they couldn’t just hang out in silence anymore and would that be worse?

Thankfully, Y/N spoke first.

“Your friends seem nice,” She was leaning back on her hands, looking up at him with her y/e/c eyes.

“They’re a bit mental, but in a good way,” James chuckled, fixing his hair unconsciously. Y/N laughed loudly when she saw his hand ruffle through his already messy hair.

“You always do that when you’re nervous.”

“I’m no-“

“Oh shush, I’m nervous too… it’s been a while I guess.”

“Yeah… I guess it has.”

“I broke up with Dan – my boyfriend last month,” She avoided his eyes now, leaning forward. James saw her face flush slightly but didn’t say anything, pretending not to notice. “The first thing I wanted to do was come over and lie in your garden and just forget about it but you were at school and we hadn’t really spoken since… well, you know.”

“Yeah,” James replied dumbly, wincing at his lack of conversational aptitude.

“I just, miss you, you know?”

“Yeah, I miss you too. I pulled the best prank on one of our teachers and I just wanted to send you an o- letter, but I didn’t know if, you wanted to hear from me I guess,” He laughed awkwardly, reaching for his hair but stopping himself.

“I’m sorry for running out on you like that it was, well it was my first kiss.”

“Mine too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really, what do you think I am, Casanova?” James snorted at her and she grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t know, you were always talking about girls from school, especially um, Lily? I just presumed that it was something you did.”

James laughed properly now, a large booming laugh he hadn’t felt in a while. It felt good to talk to her again, even if it was vaguely awkward small talk.

“I honestly am the worst with girls. I think everyone presumes I’m some smooth mover and then doesn’t talk to me.”

“Well obviously, if you’re calling yourself a smooth mover,” She joined in, her face scrunching up as she laughed at him.

“Oh, fuck off,” James threw a pillow at her, but she just laughed harder, blocking her face and letting it fall to the ground.

“I had a massive crush on you, you know.” She spoke quickly, like she’d been holding it in and let it out all in one breath. James stared at her, momentarily stunned.

“So, your answer me kissing you was to splutter and run away?” James teased, unsure whether this was still a casual conversation or not. His heart was beating in his throat and he swallowed hard.

“I was 14, give me a bit of credit, I was having a mini heart attack,” She gave a soft chuckle, but also looked increasingly uncomfortable, swinging back and forwards on the floor.

“You were the one who got me drunk!”

“Ahh so you’re going to blame it on the alcohol huh?” She gave a knowing nod, her lip curling cheekily.

“I will give some credit to the alcohol for giving me certain encouragements.”

“Fair enough.”

A silence fell over them again, but this time James felt calmer, like a weight had been lifted from his chest and allowed him to look her in the eye again.

“I am sorry I didn’t respond how one should have responded,” She cringed at herself as she spoke.

“Ahh, don’t stress about it. Honestly I don’t know what I would have done if you had just sprung that one me either.”

“Mmm,” Y/N simply hummed in response, her head crooked to one side.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“You are the worst fucking liar.”

She huffed at him, tucking a curl behind her ear. James watched her hand carefully. He wondered what it would feel like to do that for her, to graze the edge of her cheek, cup her chin.

“I guess… I guess I was just wondering,” She bit her lip and James resisted the urge to stare at it. “How you would have reacted.”

James felt his whole body stop. He forced himself to nod in reply, suddenly very aware of how alone they were. And how easy it would be to just lean down…

“I guess we’ll never know.”

“Cocoa!” James could have killed Sirius in that exact moment, and by the expression that dawned on Sirius’ face, he could tell.

“Oh shoot, I should really get home, I promised mum I’d help wrap dad’s presents before tomorrow morning!” Y/N had checked her watch and stood quickly, brushing the mince pie crumbs from her skirt. “I’ll, er, see you soon?”

“Yeah, yeah of course, I’ll bring by some treacle tart tomorrow,” James led her to the door and watched as she got home safely. He closed the door and immediately banged his head against it.

Sirius and Remus were staring furiously at him when he returned to the living room and sunk into the couch, feeling more depressed than anyone should on Christmas Eve.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT KISS HER!” Sirius whispered and yelled simultaneously, not wanting to wake up James’ parents.

“It really is poor form, mate,” Remus agreed, sipping on a mug of cocoa.

“I think I’m just going to die here now. Forever. Please leave me to mull in my failures.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and sat up next to James’ face.

“You’re a fucking idiot if you think we’d let you give up this easily.”

In a matter of minutes, the three boys had pulled on boots and jackets over their trackpants and snuck quietly out the front door and around the side of the house. They reached Y/N’s window slowly, careful not to make any noise that would have any neighbour poking their heads out the window and seeing three boys sneaking towards a girls bedroom window in the middle of the night. Not the best look.

“Ok, the lights are still on in her room, she said she was helping wrap presents. This is your moment!”

“This is stalking,” James hissed back, his stomach clenching. This was so so so stupid. And yet, the thought of surprising her, her big toothy smile at the window, and likely the firewhiskey, made him continue to follow Sirius. Remus walked behind, checking to see if anyone was watching.

“We will keep watch, go!” Remus pushed James forward lightly so that he was standing directly in front of it. He didn’t move, just watched the light flicker against the curtains.

“I can’t do this –“

“Shut up!” Sirius and Remus both hissed back. Sirius leaned forward and knocked on the window, immediately hiding on the right side of the wall, Remus on the left.

“You fucking – Y/N! Hey!”

Y/N had pulled back the curtains cautiously, opening them fully when she saw who it was.

“What are you doing here?” She whispered back, eye flickering to her door and then back to James who was now shivering slightly in the snow.

“I… well I was just thinking about what you said and…” He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. She was examining him closely, expression unreadable. “I was thinking that you never got to see my reaction…”

He wanted to bang his head against her window. Maybe he would pass out and could pretend this was all a sleepwalking episode or something. She continued to watch him for a second before she snorted loudly.

“Fuck, I am so sorry I just thought, I’ll leave,” James closed his eyes for a second, clenching his fists by his sides. He was going to stab Remus and Sirius in their sleeps for ever suggesting this.

It happened so quickly James wasn’t actually sure it did happen. With his eyes still shut, he suddenly felt something soft press slowly against his lips. His eyelids flickered open quickly, just in time to see Y/N pull away, a small smile on his face.

“I… oh.”

“You’re right, that was a reaction worth witnessing.” She looked a little giddy, though James was sure he looked ten times happier.

“I mean I’m definitely happy with it.”

“Good.” She bit her lip again, pausing for a second before continuing, “What are you doing on boxing day?”

“Nothing,” James replied very quickly.

“Pick me up at 10.”

“Ok.”

“I should probably actually get some sleep tonight.” Y/N giggled, her eyes shining bright against the moonlight.

“Yes, of course, sleep well, Y/N.”

“You too James.”

Y/N looked at him for another moment before closing her blinds with a wave.

James turned around on the spot, moving away from where Y/N would be able to hear him and jumping in the air, a fist in the air.

“Fucking YES.”

“Finally,” Sirius punched him in the arm, flanked by Remus who beamed at him.

“I’m glad this worked, the next thing was storming the place and telling her you were in love with her.”

“Very glad it didn’t come to that.”

“I’m not, I’ve always wanted to storm a house,” Sirius replied pensively, putting an arm around Remus and James, “But I’ll settle for this.”

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enjiyuuu · 4 years ago

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Ich Will Dich

A/N : To be honest, this whole works was made when i was 14 and actually for my own novel, but now i’m 18, so i turned this into one of ikevamp fanfic and i fixing some parts to this. I hope you like it xoxo!

Author: @kindesire

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character(s): Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart x reader

Warnings : A bit angst

After saying good night to her parents, she hurried back into her room. She hardly tried to smile as tomorrow is her biggest day, the happiest day of her life, more than just a birthday party.

It’s her wedding day.

The thoughts of being a bride for tommorow, supposed to make her feel happy. Just smile like usual, she told herself.

But that smile with ease faded away, destroying the mask that she put along these days. The tears that she had been holding up from earlier shed like a waterfall. Her heart ache hard.

She should be unable to stop smiling all day or maybe not being able to sleep tonight, instead of crying and curling up under her blanket. And, she thought that she should be relieved to be able to make your parents smile happily seeing her on her wedding day with someone whose her parents believe that man can make her happy with all his life.

Yes, it should be like that. Then why am i crying?

Her tears broke out again. Her sobbing were heard in the tense of the silence night. She curled back deeper while hugging her white pillow tightly. Her chest felt stuffy. Love, hate, longing, and everything seems mixed up inside her head and heart.

She doesn’t want to be Juliet, losing her lover with a completely tragedy ending. She knows that she shouldn’t be so selfish right now, but just for this once, she really wants to act selfish, ignoring anyone but her heart.

God, please... She prayed, wailing in tears, feeling hopeless.

A loud knock from outside her balcony, made her stop awhile from crying and look to there for a moment. She rose and immediately walked straight to the balcony. Her eyes widened, when she saw a familiar figure in her sight. Mozart standing there, behind the glass door that separated her room with the balcony.

She gasped. Her eyes blinked for few times that she couldn’t believe what she saw right now. How could he possibly be there?

Or perhaps was she missed that man so much that she ended up dreaming his figure...?

"Mozart..." Her hand reached out to open the glass door, letting a night breeze burst into her room. Her light brown hair was fluttered by the wind like a flag. She knows that she isn’t dreaming when she heard Mozart calling her name while he was standing on her balcony with a faint smile painted on his face. His voice sounds quite real. Real enough to heart ache.

Mozart carefully took off his shoes, then walked slowly closer to her. His footsteps sounded so soft, as if he were walking as lightly as a feather.

She took her breath, then exhales it slowly. She raise her head, stared at the pair of amethyst eyes that looking deeply towards her.

She smiled a little and said, "Though that I wished for a kind fairy godmother to come to help me.

Mozart snorted while laughing softly, didn’t want his voice to sound too loud till outside. “Why fairy godmother? if you have your prince coming for you," he muttered softly. He put his hands in his pants pocket. His gaze is still attached to her.

“Why do you come, tonight...?” She asked, trying hard so that her voice didn't sound trembling. She doesn’t want him to know that she cried before he came, because she just know Mozart too well, like that man does to her.

“Are you just crying?” Mozart asked, didn’t replied her previous question. His hands cupped her face and the trace of her tears is still visible, remembering that she was crying not long ago.

“Did i make you wait too long, liebe?” He asked again.

She gulped. She knows that she is a teribble liar. And she also knows that there is no secret can be hided from those amethyst eyes.

“I just missed you, a little too much...” Her voice trembled. Mozart brought his face closer, shrinking the distance between them with a soft kiss that slowly turned into a passionate one. He can’t stand to see her crying in front of him.

As he kissed her, Mozart slowly dropped her right on her bed. His both hands caressing her bare arms softly. He pulled his face away and staring her with deep love and adoration. “You look very good tonight. So good, so beautiful that i want to take you away with me.”

She stares him hopelessly. “Won’t you take your Cinderella away with you?” she asked in trembling voice. “I don’t want to be another Juliet, you know.”

“But—“

“Then, you want to see me cry everyday...?” She cut him quickly. Her tears welled up again in her sweet brown eyes. “If you’re not going to bring me with you, why would you come here in first place...?”

“Why would you showed up in the night before my wedding day, Mozart...?”

Mozart looked away. He rose and stood up in a silent. A frustation sigh came out from his mouth.

“I want to take you away, but i just... i just keep thinking about what if you regretting your decision to be with me.”

Mozart rises his head, staring closely at her. For a moment, he could feel for again and again, that his universe was always diverted again to her. The soft hands of her held his hand tightly. And, Mozart clearly didn't want to let her hands go, but he just stayed silent, did not know what else to say. His tongue is speechles, as his voice seemed to evaporate from the throat.

"Look me in the eye and you no longer need to ask, how deep is my love for you. There are no regret, no hesitation, Mozart. Ich will dich.”

Mozart stunned. A shy smile appeared on his face. “It should be my line, to convince you to be with me.”

“I don’t mind to say it, Mozart.” She whispered.

"Then, marry me..." The words came straight out of his mouth, while his hand pulled out a small velvet blue box from his coat pocket. The box opened, revealing a shiny white gold ring inside of it. A very simple happiness that every girl craves, including her.

She gasped. Her eyes look into Mozart, who was now kneeling in front of her, asking her to choose him to be her life partner and share the rest of her life with him.

“I can’t promise a hapilly ever after like in your favourite fairy tales, but i’m swear that i love you from yesterday, this night, tommorow, and forever.”

She murmured softly with teary eyes. She can feel the happiness that overflow in her chest. Immediately, without any hesitation, she rushed into his arms. She hugged him tightly, as if to say that she would never let him go ever again.

And, without her to answered it out loud, Mozart really knew exactly what the answer was.

***

The full moon shone brightly at the height of the summer night, the leaves rubbed against the tree branches, and the cuckered owl made a glimpse of the night that looked frightening and tense. But in fact, not too gripping too.

She let out a long sigh. Her long, curly brown hair moved noisily in the wind. Her feet walked slowly, approaching the wide open balcony. Her hands touched the cold silver painted fence which bordered the balcony. She immediately ducked and found Mozart, who was also watching her from down there, waiting for her.

She smiled without hesitant. No more doubts tucked in her heart as she was fully certain of what her heart had chosen.

The memory of their first time meeting at the beginning of the summer seemed to replay like an old movie in her mind. They are two lines that meet in the same tangent line. This time, both of them were certain that the series of coincidences that happened before were come not by accident.

They were meant to be in this way.

With all of her courage, she climbed onto the balcony railing and jumped in a smooth motion. Mozart came and caught her when she fell. Always. Mozart's hands curled around her slender waist. Both of them realized, how small the distance between them. The fresh scent of Mozart’s burst into the her nose. She smiled as Mozart gently kissed her forehead.

“Ich liebe dich.”

This night. Only him and her and that’s way is more than enough.

And, the full moon at midnight that summer bears witness to the both of them. []

--das ende

*ich will dich = i want you

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