#i started sentences with le does that count

[rebelliousstories]

Can I request suggestive headcanons for Remy, Logan, Wade, and poly Logan & Wade reacting to his shy gn s/o immediately covering their eyes while apologising profusely because they accidentally saw him half-naked because he was changing clothes please?

Walking in on Their S/O Changing…

Fandom: X-Men

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Brief Strong Language, Fluff

Word Count: 1,043

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Logan Howlett/ The Wolverine

* Okay, so keep in mind that this man has been alive for more than 200 years. He’s seen a lot. He’s done a lot. There is not much else that can surprise him in terms of learning new things

* However… You can still surprise him

* I completely see him as a man that would just casually steamroll past the fact that you were only in your undergarments. He’s not phased, nor does he care.

* Logan will definitely take the time to ogle if he gets the chance, but he’s aware there is a time and place for that.

* “Hey, we were out of beer so I took the truck to go get some… oh shit.” And with that, he was speechless. Logan’s eyes would trail up and down your figure, even though part of it was obscured by the tshirt that was pressed against your body

* Silently, he would stalk closer and closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you. His hands would gently pull the shirt away so he could get a better look. Feather light touches would cascade themselves down your arms, and chest; all the while his eyes would drink it up

* Picking you up, he walked over to the bed while holding you and pressing his nose into the crook of your neck

* “What about the beer?”

* “Forget the beer.”

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

* Oh, the beloved merc with the mouth. How do I say this gently? He will both make you love and hate him walking on you. It all started because he had gotten you a new suit that he wanted you to wear.

* Wade had begged and begged you to wear it, but there was no appropriate timing to do so. It had gotten to the point that he had accepted that you weren’t going to wear it. But when you finally had been worn down enough, he got super giddy at the prospect of you wearing it. But you had taken too long in his mind which prompted him to take matters into his own hands.

* “What’s taking you so long, angel cakes? Oh, hello.”

* “Wade! Get out!”

* Throwing things does not deter this man, oh no, my friend. For when he gets a glimpse of you, half undressed with the suit on the bed, he’s gonna need his special sock. Wade is frozen in a state of bliss and was unable to move himself. Not until you forcibly pushed him out, and shut the door on him. When you had finally put the suit on and came out to show him, he was still unable to form complete sentences or even words at you.

* Safe to say, you had finally silenced “the mouth”

Remy LeBeau/Gambit

* Ah, Le Diable Blanc. See, I know, you want me to come on here and talk about how big of a flirt Remy is. But no! That boy is a southerner, and southern men are raised to be gentlemen. I truly, in my heart of hearts believe, that if Remy caught you changing, he would blush and book it out of there.

* Hear me out! Just, imagine it, okay…

* It’s late and Remy hasn’t come home from his night out playing cards. The hour was nearing one in the morning, when you finally decide to call it a night, but you’re unable to fall asleep quite yet. Fearing that you’ll have to spend another night watching horrible late night reruns in the motel, you began changing into one of his tshirts to sleep in when you heard the door open. Struggling to get the shirt over your head to have some sort of coverage, you weren’t quite fast enough.

* “Ooh, I tell you cher, it was a goo- oh lord have mercy.”

* And like that, the door was shut again. Maybe you let out a squeak, maybe a gasp. But either way, your ragin’ Cajun was outside the room, breathing heavily and holding it shut. After a few minutes, he pressed his ear to the door to hear inside.

* “Cher, you dressed yet?”

* “Yeah. You can come in.”

* When he does, you’re already under the covers with the remote to the tv next to you, looking at the door. Gambit just grabbed his change of clothes that didn’t smell like sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and went to change in the bathroom. When he came out, he assumed his place with you in bed. On his back with you tucked into his side.

* Although, the only mention he ever gave, was a whisper of, “You look real pretty under all that, cher. Like an angel sent straight to save ol’ Gambit.”

Poly! Wolverine and Deadpool

* Prepare for trouble and make it double! Two lovers with a regenerative healing factor that makes snarky comments? Sign me up!

* This is definitely happening after a morning food run. You’re living with them, and Mary Puppins, and Blind Al, and Wade decided that today was the day for donuts and good coffee. Logan was thoughtful enough to leave a note on his side of the bed stating where they were going and that they would be back.

* This left you and the dog to get ready for the day by yourselves. After a lengthy shower that you didn’t have to share, you had made your way into the room to get some fashion advice from the sweet little pupper.

* “Okay girl. Do we go with the yellow dress, or the red dress today?”

* There was a noise, and two men bumbled into the room.

* “Avert your eyes, sweet summer child. But you should just forgo the dress. And the under garments while you’re at it.”

* “Can you go five minutes without something becoming sexual?”

* Wade gave an mhm while shaking his head, and turned back to his partner. Logan had to do a double take at your state, but there was appreciation in his eyes.

* “Can you two give us girls some privacy?”

* Logan had to drag his counter part out of there even though he managed to break free from the mutant’s hold on a number of occasions. As he left, the Wolverine sent an affirmative grunt and nod towards the red dress in your hands.

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Bad Influence (Shin Ryujin x Reader)

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fluff (angst if you count arguing with leader chaewon angst😔), first kiss 🥰🥰

hey besties! i wrote this while i had signal and did not proofread so spelling mistakes and grammar errors are happening but i wanted to post something for you guys! hope you enjoy my first non smau thing on here!

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You loved being an idol, especially when you get to do it with your best friends but sometimes sitting around a music show for hours isn’t what you want to do every day. Rehearsals, performances, and socializing for promotion purposes. it all just felt mundane and repetitive, well until she walked up to you.

She being Ryujin from the ITZY, your senior though she wasn’t much older than you. You had to admit the girl was incredibly attractive and you found yourself staring at her at promotions and award shows where you were both in attendance, i mean who wouldn’t. Sometimes she would even return your glances, and could swear you saw a blush on her cheeks along with a little smile.

You were walking through the halls, after grabbing a snack to find your members, when you felt a hand touch you on your shoulder. Turning around you’re met with the dark eyes and kind smile of Ryujin, her face flushed, she stutters over her words.

“h-hi. I-i’m Ryujin.” she finally gets out, mentally cursing at herself.

“hi. i know who you are, i’m y/n.” you say, a bit timidly but you reach out a hand for her to shake which does makes you feel too formal so you just drop it causing the older girl to laugh a bit.

“yeah i know who you are too..” she says, a few moments of silence goes by before you both pipe up at the same time.

“can i have you number?”

the same sentence coming from both of your mouths at the same time, causing you both to laugh. Ryujin hands you her phone so you can put in your number, as you do for her.

“i’ll uh text you later.” she says with a shy smile before walking away, not without stealing glances towards you.

That’s when you finally notice the four other girls at the end of the hallway, watching the interaction, all of them looking away pretending to be busy when you meet their eye but celebrating with Ryujin when she reaches them, causing you to smile.

Turning around to continue your route to your groups green room, you run into a body, they’re shorter than you so you guess quickly who it is.

“hi chaewon.” you mutter out before backing away a bit.

“what was that?” your leader says while looking down at the other group down the hall.

“oh, Ryujin wanted my number so we could be friends.”

“just friends?” Chaewon squints.

you blush, the question catching you off guard along with the stern look on her face.

“relax y/n i’m kidding. i’m glad you’re making new friends.” she put a arm around you. “now let’s get back to the room, we have rehearsal soon.”

sitting in your green room as you wait for rehearsal, you feel your phone buzz.

ryu🧸

hi

you smile at the contact name and at the quickness of her first text, sending butterflies through you.

you

hi

i thought you were gonna text me later tonight?

ryu🧸

i know

i couldn’t wait

you

cute.

you feel yourself get more confident over text when you’re not face to face with the intimating woman.

From then on you starting texting practically every second of the day, every day of the week. the messages turned more flirty as time went on, selfies and compliments shared often, pet names slipping out every once and a while. Though you hadn’t been able to see her in person since you got her number due to conflicting schedules. You had only actually met her once, yet you miss her with every fiber of your being. you were falling and hard, little did you know Ryujin was doing the same thing.

One night you were in your room reading when your phone buzzes, you don’t even have to look to know who it is, you smile as you see the name on your screen.

ryu🧸

hey

what are you doing?

you

just reading before bed.

why?

three dots pop up telling you she’s typing but that suddenly stops. Not even a second later your phone rings, you answer without even letting the first ring out, eager to hear her voice.

“hello?” you answer, trying to sound normal and not as if you’ve been waiting for her to call.

“hi.” she reply’s, you can hear the small smile in her voice.

it goes silent for a few moments.

“did you need something?”

“oh- i- uh-.” ryujin stutters before quietly muttering, “i just wanted to hear your voice.”

you feel as if you can’t breathe, there’s a softness and genuineness to her voice that you’d never heard anyone talk with before. it made your heart flutter, a smile growing on your face.

“yeah?”

“yeah.” her voice is quieter, growing more shy with her confession. “to be honest, i miss more than just your voice.”

“me too, ryu.”

her cheeks heat up at the use of the nickname, especially hearing it now in your voice for the first time.

“sneak out.” the raven haired girl says after some silence.

“what?!? Ryujin, it’s midnight!”

“sneak out. let’s do something. i want to see you.” she rambles with excitement.

“says the one five years into their career.” you pause. “what if we get caught?” you ask with your resolve becoming non existent.

“we won’t. we can wear masks and hats, plus i know a secret little place we can go.” the older one obviously trying to convince you to come see her. you stay silent, thinking of the consequences if you get caught but then you think of Ryujin and her face, and her smile, and her lips.

“fine. but you better be outside my dorm in 10 minutes or you miss your chance.” you say, trying to sound serious but some excitement slips in your voice.

“done.” she says, her smile growing as she stands up and rushes out of her own dorm and ending the call. she had your address as she had planned to visit but her schedule never allowed time.

you laugh at her before putting on a makeshift disguise, A mask, sunglasses, a bucket hat and a jacket. you tip toe to the front door of your shared dorm with yunjin and chaewon , making sure they’re still in their rooms. Turning the knob slowly before exiting, closing it just as slowly as the you opened it. you turn around to see Ryujin already standing there, hands on her knees bent over, breathing as if she’d been holding her breath for years. Clearly she had ran here, taking your ultimatum very seriously, but you knew you never would’ve held her to it you would’ve waited hours if she needed.

She finally looks up, meeting your eyes that were already on her. Smiles on both of your faces, though yours turns into a teasing one.

“miss me that much?” you say playfully.

she doesn’t even reply she just walks to you and pulls you into a bone crushing hug. Your body automatically relaxes as you rest your head on her shoulder, you breath hitting her neck slightly causing her to have goosebumps. Pullinh away she grabs your hand and pulls you with her, interlocking your fingers as she does so.

“are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” you ask breaking the silence.

“nope. it’s a secret.” she smiles while squeezing your hand tighter.

you continue to walk hand in hand for about 10 more minutes, in silence just enjoying the presence of the other, listening to each others calm breathes. Until you finally reach a park, not such a secret you thought before she turned to a little clearing in the trees on the edge of the park, a path appearing that you wouldn’t have even known was there if Ryujin didn’t walk towards it, as she does so she brings out a flashlight from her pocket. Walking down the path there’s a small open area enough to fit a small blanket on the ground, which Ryujin pulls out from somewhere as if she’d had planned to bring you here before tonight.

She only lets go of your hand to lay the blanket onto the grass, flattening it out with her hand before sitting and holding her hand out for you to grab and pulling you down to sit next to her. Putting her arm around your shoulders she pulls you down so you’re laying next to her, looking up at the stars. Intertwining your hanfs and lifting them with the stars as a backdrop, she takes a picture of your joined hands. Turning your head you find her already looking at you or more so your lips but when youre facing her she stares into your eyes, feeling the air get knocked out of your lungs by the intensity and emotions in them, it feels like you’re burning, but you cant look away.

Ryujin suddenly sits up and you’re so locked into her eyes that you subconsciously follow her, your eyes never breaking contact.

“can i-“ she starts before you cut her off.

“yes.”

she puts a hand on your cheek, swiping her thumb across before leaning in and closing the gap between your lips. it starts off gentle, Ryujin’s care seeping throughout it, but need starts to creep in and her hand moves from your face to your hair where she tugs slightly, though you’re fighting for air the only thing that makes you pull away is the sound of your phone blowing up. pulling your phone out you see a bunch of notifications, not a good sign. they’re mostly from yunjin which isnt worrying at first.

jen 💞

hey where are you?

chaewon is looking for you, i looked in your room but you’re gone.

i held her off for now but you need to get back before she sees that you’re gone.

until you look at the other notifications, then you see it.

chae🐶

10 new messages

chae🐶

5 missed calls.

fuck.

“fuck.” you say, mostly to yourself as Ryujin just looks confused and concerned. you start standing and walking away, the older girl following closely behind trying to catch up.

“hey!” she says, barely raising her voice “wait up.” , eventually catching up with a slight jog and placing her hands on your shoulders which stops your movement.

“whats wrong?” she asks, once again her overwhelming care filling you.

“my members saw that i left.” you say “specifically chaewon. my leader. who’s going to kill me.”, you find yourself getting panicked which Ryujin notices.

“hey, its okay.” she rubs her hands up and down your arms, trying to calm you (you’d never admit it but it works). “look if anything this is my fault, tell them i was the one who made you do it. ill take the blame.”, the seriousness in her eyes scared you.

with a nod you both start walking again, when you finally get back to your dorm Chaewon is standing outside the door with her arms crossed and a blank look on her face, along with Yunjin who looked to be holding her laugh in as she knew there was a lecture brewing in her leaders head. Ryujin walks you to the door and sheepishly meets Chaewon’s eyes which were practically burning her alive before dropping your hand. Choosing to look away and at you with a small smile, a slight wave.

“bye” she whispers before practically running away to escape the lecture.

Chaewon doesn’t even say anything which scares you just opens the door while staring at you and walks in, a definite sign to follow her without arguments. Yunjin stays behind until you pass by, at which point she chuckles a bit.

“dumbass.” she mutters.

“fuck you.” you whisper as you pass, making sure to flip her off behind your back.

As you walk in, the other members are also here to watch the show of you getting scolded. Sakura sits with a disappointed look that makes you want to call your mom and say sorry, while the younger members of the group are smiling and trying not to laugh as Yunjin was. Chaewon walked into your room standing by the door and waiting for you to catch up, closing and locking the door when you entered. She points at your bed silently telling you to sit, which you do. It’s silent for a couple more minutes, but shes staring at you, blankly. People say the leader is cute when shes angry but they hadn’t seen this part of her, the part where her protectiveness of her members takes over completely.

“what were you thinking?” she finally breaks the silence, “or were you even doing that at all when you decided to sneak out in the middle of night, to go who knows where.”

“it was just a park chae.”

“just a park? what if people saw you?”

“then they would’ve seen that i was just at the park.”

“with Ryujin?”

you don’t answer. its not that Chaewon didn’t approve of your budding relationship, she just didn’t want you to be reckless which is precisely what you were being.

“and what were you guys doing at this park?”

“talking.” even though there was no words exchanged, as your lips were preoccupied.

“right.” she scoffs, “shes a bad influence.“

only now is when you look up to meet her eyes.

“what? no shes not.”

“you’ve never been this reckless, not before her.”

“i chose to go, because i wanted to. okay? not because she wanted me to. it was my choice.”

“fine.” she takes a deep breath seemingly trying to replace her mood and tone, “look, i dont give a fuck if you go out in the middle of the night, as long as you’re safe and dont het caught, all im asking is that you tell me when and where you’re going. got it?”

“got it.”

and with that your leader leaves your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. your mind runs a mile a minute until it’s interrupted by a buzz, a text message.

ryu🧸

im sorry i got you in trouble, i shouldn’t have made you sneak out.

i enjoyed seeing you though.

…..and kissing you.

you

its okay, i wanted to so its not your fault.

it was worth it to see you again.

we should definitely do that again sometime (the kissing)

you laugh a bit as you type the last words, as does Ryujin as she reads them.

ryu🧸

oh i was going to ask before we got interrupted.

do you want to be my girlfriend?

you freeze, heart beating out of your chest. a couple minutes pass as you try and shake the shock off.

ryu🧸

im sorry

is that too soon

i shouldnt have asked

forget i said it

you

wait!

yes of course i do

i was just shocked

ryu🧸

thank god.

so when can i see my girlfriend again? 🥰

this woman will be the death of you.

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SOULMATE BOND

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

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In this world, the soulmate bond manifests in the form of tattoos, inscribed on skin at the moment when you first meet your destined person. Not just any tattoo—it's the first thought they had when they saw you. A sentence or a phrase etched in permanent ink, completely out of your control, tied to the moment your eyes meet.

You've always found the idea romantic in theory, but after your mark appeared, you're a little less enthused. The thought branded on your wrist is definitely not the stuff of fairy tales.

I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt.

It's funny, sure, but you can’t help but cringe every time you think about it. What kind of first impression did you make that day? You don't even know who your soulmate is, just that somewhere, out there, someone’s first impression of you was that you were a mess. It’s become a running joke among your friends, something you laugh off, but in the back of your mind, you can’t shake the feeling that when you finally meet them, it’s going to be awkward.

For years, you've searched crowds, looked at strangers’ tattoos, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that might give you a clue. No luck. Life moves on, and you stop looking quite so actively, focusing on your own career instead. After all, it’s not like you can control when or how you meet your soulmate. It'll happen when it happens.

But it does happen.

You’re at a charity gala in New York, your company hosting a benefit for technological innovations in renewable energy. As someone involved in the development sector, it's part of your job to represent the company, socialize, and network. That’s how you end up near the bar, scanning the room for anyone who looks like a potential business connection.

And that’s when you see him.

Tony Stark.

He’s hard to miss, obviously. Tony Stark, genius, billionaire, Avenger, and all-around larger-than-life personality. You’ve seen him on TV and in interviews, but there’s something different about seeing him in person. He’s wearing a perfectly tailored suit, drink in hand, looking amused by something someone just said.

Your first thought?

Huh, he’s taller than I thought.

Then, just as quickly, God, how does his suit fit that well?

You’re about to turn away and rejoin the group when, out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance in your direction. And then he starts walking right toward you.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you quickly glance down at yourself, suddenly self-conscious. Is there something on your face? Hair out of place? Ketchup stain?

“Hi,” Tony says, stopping in front of you, looking at you with a smirk. "You look like you're about to sprint off somewhere."

Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out for a second. You're so stunned that Tony Stark is standing right in front of you, speaking to you like you're someone worth noticing.

“Uh—hi. No, just… thinking,” you manage to say, your voice sounding much calmer than you feel.

He raises an eyebrow, amused. "Well, careful with all that thinking. Could lead to dangerous places."

You can’t help but laugh. It’s a stupid joke, but it lightens the mood, easing some of your nerves. Tony Stark is surprisingly… not intimidating? Maybe it's the easy confidence, the humor that makes him feel less untouchable.

“You’re here for the renewable energy thing, right?” Tony asks, leaning casually against the bar. “What do you do?”

You quickly tell him about your work, grateful that you're able to form coherent sentences again. The conversation flows surprisingly naturally, and before long, you’re actually enjoying yourself.

“So,” Tony says, eyes gleaming as he takes a sip of his drink. “Soulmate tattoo. What’s yours?”

You blink, surprised by the sudden question. You hadn’t expected the conversation to go there so quickly.

"Uh, well…" You hesitate for a moment, but then you figure, why not? It’s not like he’s going to see it. “It's… kind of embarrassing, actually.”

“Oh, those are the best kinds. Now you have to tell me,” he grins, leaning in with mock curiosity.

You laugh again and hold up your wrist, showing him the words you’ve grown so familiar with.

“I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt,” you say, reading it out loud for him.

Tony bursts out laughing, a genuine laugh that lights up his entire face. “Wow. That’s… that’s actually amazing.”

“Yeah, well, I try not to think about it too much,” you reply with a self-deprecating smile.

Tony’s laughter dies down, but the smile lingers. "You never know. Could make for a great story when you meet them."

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug. “What about you? What's your tattoo?”

Tony hesitates, something almost unreadable flickering across his face. For a split second, he looks vulnerable, which is strange to see on someone like him. Then he smirks again, the mask of confidence snapping back into place.

“Oh, mine’s ridiculous,” he says, holding out his wrist.

You glance down at his tattoo and freeze.

Huh, he’s taller than I thought.

Your brain takes a moment to catch up. It’s your first thought. Your words. The exact thing you thought the moment you saw him across the room.

Your heart starts pounding. “Wait, this is…”

Tony looks at you, his expression shifting from playful to serious in an instant. “Yeah. Looks like we’ve got a match.”

You stare at him, speechless, as the weight of the realization sinks in. Tony Stark is your soulmate.

“I—I don’t understand,” you stammer. “When did you…”

“When did I think you had a ketchup stain?” he finishes for you with a wry smile. “About five years ago. Tech conference in Palo Alto. You walked in with a coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other. And, well… you had a ketchup stain on your shirt.”

You blink, the memory slowly coming back to you. You remember that conference. You remember spilling ketchup on your shirt. But what you don’t remember is Tony Stark being there.

He watches you closely, almost like he’s waiting for something. “I didn’t think you’d ever find out,” he says softly.

“I—" You look up at him, everything finally clicking into place. "I can’t believe this.”

Tony shrugs, but there’s something tender in the way he looks at you now. “Believe it, sweetheart. Looks like we’ve got ourselves a story.”

You take a moment to process what just happened, your mind racing. You never imagined meeting your soulmate would be like this, in a crowded gala surrounded by the elite, and especially not with Tony Stark.

“So…” you say, trying to regain your composure. “This is kind of a big deal, right? I mean, we’re soulmates and all.”

“Big deal? That’s an understatement,” he replies with a playful smirk, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “But you have to admit, the ketchup stain part is pretty entertaining.”

You laugh, the tension easing slightly. “Yeah, it really is. I suppose it could’ve been worse. At least you didn’t think I was a complete disaster when you first saw me.”

Tony grins, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve seen worse. And I’m pretty sure I was the one who looked like a disaster when we first met. You, on the other hand, were effortlessly charming.”

Your cheeks flush at the compliment. “Effortlessly charming? You must be joking.”

“Nope.” He leans closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “You had a coffee in one hand and a sandwich in the other and you still managed to look amazing. That’s not something everyone can pull off.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the smile creeping onto your face. “I appreciate that. But what are we supposed to do now? I mean, how does this whole soulmate thing work?”

Tony leans back against the bar, his expression turning thoughtful. “Well, there’s no manual for this kind of thing. But I guess we could start with getting to know each other better.” He gestures to the gala around you, where people are mingling and enjoying themselves. “Want to escape this place for a bit? I know a great rooftop view.”

Your heart races at the thought of spending more time alone with him. “Are you sure? Won’t people wonder where you’ve gone?”

“I’m sure they’ll be just fine without me for a little while,” he says with a wave of his hand. “Besides, I’m sure they’re all busy trying to impress each other. And I’d much rather be up there with you.” He grins, and the sincerity in his eyes makes you want to take a chance.

“Okay,” you agree, surprising even yourself. “Let’s go.”

You follow Tony through the crowded room, weaving between groups of people, past waiters carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres, and up a set of sleek glass elevators. The ride is quick, and your stomach flutters with anticipation. You can’t believe you’re about to spend more time with him—your soulmate.

When the doors slide open, you step out onto the rooftop, greeted by the cool night air and a stunning view of the city skyline. The stars twinkle overhead, and the lights of New York stretch out like a sea of diamonds.

Tony leads you to the edge, and you lean against the railing, taking in the breathtaking scene. The city buzzes below, alive and vibrant, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

“Wow,” you breathe, trying to catch your breath. “This is beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you,” he says without missing a beat. His tone is playful, but the way he looks at you is serious, intense even.

Your heart skips a beat. “You’re really laying it on thick, aren’t you?”

“Only when it’s true,” he replies, moving a bit closer, so you can feel the warmth radiating off him. “It’s crazy to think we’ve been living in the same world for years and didn’t even know. I mean, the odds of us meeting here, of all places, are wild.”

“Yeah, it is,” you agree, your voice barely above a whisper. “I guess I always thought when I met my soulmate, it would be all fireworks and fate and romance.”

He chuckles softly. “And here we are, talking about ketchup stains and fancy suits. Very romantic.”

You smile at that. “It has its charm, I suppose.”

Tony turns to face you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “So, what do you want to know about me? I mean, besides the obvious—that I’m a genius billionaire superhero.”

You can’t help but laugh again. “Okay, let’s skip the superhero part. What’s something about you that no one else knows?”

He thinks for a moment, and you can see the wheels turning in his head. “I’ll give you a fun one. I have a massive fear of failing. It’s part of why I push myself so hard. If I’m not the best, then what am I?”

You blink in surprise. “Really? I would have never guessed that. You always seem so confident, so in control.”

“That’s the façade,” he admits, looking out over the city again. “Most people don’t see the doubts that keep me up at night.”

“Wow. Thanks for sharing that with me,” you say softly. “It’s refreshing to hear something real.”

“Your turn,” he insists, turning to face you again. “What about you? What’s something that keeps you up at night?”

You take a breath, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you. “I worry that I won’t ever be enough. That I’ll never make the impact I want to make in the world. It feels like I’m always chasing something, you know?”

Tony nods, his expression understanding. “Yeah, I get that. But you’re doing something amazing. You’re involved in renewable energy. That’s huge.”

“I suppose,” you say, a little shyly. “But I still feel like I could be doing more. I just want to make a difference.”

“You already are,” he says, his voice steady. “And now you’re my soulmate, which is a pretty big deal in itself. We can make a difference together.”

Your heart swells at the thought. “Together, huh?”

“Yeah. Together,” he repeats, stepping a little closer. “I don’t know what the future holds, but I think we could figure it out. What do you say?”

You look into his eyes, and it’s as if the world around you fades away. It’s just you and him, standing on a rooftop overlooking the city, two souls destined to find each other. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” he says, a smile breaking across his face. “Because I definitely plan to keep you around.”

With that, he leans in, closing the distance between you, and for a moment, everything else fades away as your lips meet. It’s gentle at first, exploratory, but then deepens as the realization hits that you’re sharing this moment with your soulmate. The world is electric, and you feel the connection between you ignite.

When you finally pull away, breathless, you know this is only the beginning. There’s so much more to explore, to learn, and to discover together.

“Wow,” you breathe, your heart racing. “That was…”

“Yeah,” he interrupts, a teasing grin back on his face. “I know. Better than a ketchup stain, right?”

You can’t help but burst into laughter, shaking your head. “Okay, I’ll give you that one.”

And in that moment, as you stand together on the rooftop, laughter spilling into the night air, you realize that this was only the start of your incredible journey together. Soulmates, destined to make each other’s lives a little more colorful, ketchup stains and all.

For the next few weeks, life is a whirlwind. After that rooftop moment with Tony, things between you and him move fast but not in the way you expected. You see each other regularly, grabbing dinners, texting late at night, meeting up when you can. The chemistry is undeniable, and every time you're together, it feels like there's something bigger building between you two. But Tony's life is complicated. It comes with a lot of attention, and soon, the press starts to notice.

It begins with whispers, rumors on social media. Photos of you two at events surface, and the internet goes wild, speculating about who you are, what your relationship with Tony is, and, most importantly, whether you’re his new girlfriend or just another passing fling.

At first, it’s just gossip. But then it escalates.

One morning, you wake up to your phone buzzing uncontrollably. Texts, emails, and missed calls flood your notifications. You sit up in bed, confused, before your eyes land on one of the headlines plastered across your phone screen:

"Tony Stark’s New Mystery Woman: Another One in a Long Line of Flings?"

Your stomach drops. Another headline follows:

“Who is Y/N L/N? Stark’s Latest 'Arm Candy' or Something More?”

The articles are brutal. Some of them dig into your personal life, questioning your background, even speculating that you might be using Tony to further your career. Others call you names you can’t even bear to read. Worse, they paint Tony as a playboy who moves from one woman to the next, suggesting that you’re just the flavor of the month.

You throw your phone down on the bed, your hands shaking. How did it escalate so fast? It was just a few dinners, a couple of public appearances. You didn’t ask for this.

Later that day, you sit at a café, your mind buzzing with everything you’ve read. You're sipping your coffee when Tony shows up, his presence always commanding, but today there's something different in the air. He sits down across from you, the usual playful spark in his eyes replaced with concern.

"You're upset," he says simply, cutting right to the point.

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Have you seen the headlines?"

Tony leans back, crossing his arms. "Yeah, I saw them. Look, this happens sometimes. People like to talk, especially when they don't know what's going on. You just have to ignore it."

“Ignore it?” You stare at him in disbelief. “Tony, they’re tearing me apart online. They’re acting like I’m some… some gold-digger who's using you, or worse, just a fling in your long history of flings."

His jaw tightens, and you can see the frustration building behind his calm exterior. "You know that’s not true. I know that’s not true. Who cares what some gossip sites say?"

“I care! I’m not used to this, Tony. This isn’t my world! I didn’t ask to have my life dragged through the mud because of who I’m spending time with.”

He reaches across the table and takes your hand, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles. "I know this is hard. But people are always going to talk. I’ve been dealing with this for years. It sucks, but it doesn’t last forever."

You pull your hand back, frustration bubbling up. "But it’s different for you. You’ve been in the spotlight your whole life. People expect this from you. For me, it’s… humiliating. My colleagues are seeing these headlines. My family. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be called a fling? To be dismissed like I don’t matter?"

Tony exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not dismissing you. I never would."

"It’s not about you dismissing me. It’s about everyone else thinking that’s what’s happening." You bite your lip, looking down at your coffee cup. "I just… I don’t know if I’m ready for all of this. The attention, the gossip. I wasn’t prepared for any of it."

“I can’t make the headlines go away,” Tony says softly. “But I can stand by you through them. If this is too much for you, I’ll understand. But if you want to stay, if you want to try… I’m not going anywhere."

There’s an honesty in his eyes that makes your breath catch. You can see the vulnerability there, the rawness he’s trying to share with you. Tony Stark, the man who is larger than life, standing before you and offering something real.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision you’re about to make. "I don’t want to walk away from this, Tony. I just… I need to know that you’re in this for real. No games, no casual flings. If we’re doing this, it has to be serious."

“It is,” he says immediately, no hesitation. “I’m in this for real, Y/N. No games. No flings."

The sincerity in his voice melts some of the fear inside you. You nod slowly, your shoulders relaxing just a bit. "Okay. Then… let’s do this."

A smile spreads across his face, that familiar Stark confidence returning. "Good. Because I wasn’t planning on letting you go that easily."

You smile back, feeling some of the tension lift. For the first time in days, you feel like maybe, just maybe, this could work.

But as soon as you begin to relax, your phone vibrates again. You glance at the screen, and your stomach tightens as you see another headline flash across the notification:

"EXCLUSIVE: Sources Claim Stark’s ‘Soulmate’ is After His Fortune—Friends Warn He’s Being Played."

You feel the blood drain from your face. Tony’s brow furrows as he notices the change in your expression.

“What is it?” he asks, but before you can answer, his phone buzzes, too. He pulls it out, glancing at the screen before cursing under his breath.

“I’ll handle this,” he says quickly, anger flashing in his eyes. “This is just some idiot trying to stir up trouble. I’ll talk to the press. I’ll clear this up.”

But it doesn’t feel like it’s just gossip anymore. It feels personal, and it feels like whoever is behind this wants to tear you apart.

“Tony…” you start, your voice barely above a whisper. “What if this doesn’t stop? What if this just keeps getting worse?”

His jaw tightens, and he steps closer to you, determination hardening his gaze. “I told you, I’m not letting this come between us. Whoever’s behind this, we’ll deal with it. Together.”

Tony doesn’t waste any time. The moment he sees the new headline, he’s in action mode. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow with determination. He’s dealt with attacks like this before, but this time, it’s personal—and he’s not going to let someone mess with what the two of you have.

“We need to find out who’s feeding these stories to the press,” he says, already typing away on his phone. “There’s no way this is just random gossip. Someone’s deliberately trying to stir things up.”

You sit there, still shaken by the headlines, but his confidence is a bit reassuring. “How do we even start? I mean, the media… they don’t just reveal their sources, do they?”

“They don’t. But I have people. We’ll find out who’s behind this.”

Over the next few days, Tony taps into every resource he has, which, unsurprisingly, is a lot. He calls in favors from friends in the media, tech experts, and even digs into security footage from recent events you’ve attended together. The digging takes time, and while Tony handles most of the legwork, you can see the toll it’s taking on him. His usual carefree attitude fades into something more serious. He’s laser-focused on protecting you, and it makes your heart ache to see how much he’s willing to fight for you.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Tony gets a lead.

“Got it,” he announces one night, barging into your apartment with a determined look on his face. “It’s someone on the board at Stark Industries. A guy named Victor Lanning.”

“Victor Lanning?” you ask, the name unfamiliar to you.

Tony nods, his expression darkening. “He’s been pushing for more influence within the company, and apparently, he didn’t like that I’ve been ‘distracted’ with personal matters lately. Decided to use our relationship to try and weaken me publicly. Classic power move.”

You blink, trying to process what he’s saying. “So, this was all about business? About him trying to make you look bad so he could… what? Get your job?”

Tony sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Something like that. He figured if he made me look like I wasn’t focused, the board would start questioning my leadership. And what better way to make me look distracted than to spin it like you’re using me? It’s a dirty move, but it’s not the first time someone’s tried to pull something like this.”

Your stomach churns with a mixture of anger and disgust. “All of this because I’m your soulmate? Because he thinks I’m a distraction?”

Tony steps closer, his hand finding yours. “He doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re going to set the record straight. I’ll deal with him. But first, we need to clear your name.”

You nod, feeling a spark of hope. “What do we do?”

Tony smirks, that familiar glint of mischief back in his eyes. “We go public. Officially.”

The next morning, the press conference is set. Tony’s team works fast, organizing everything within hours. You’re nervous as you stand beside him backstage, waiting for your cue. Tony notices your fidgeting and gently takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

“Hey,” he whispers, leaning in close. “You’ve got this. We’ve got this.”

You nod, feeling a little steadier with him by your side.

Finally, it’s time. The two of you walk out to the flashing lights of cameras and a sea of reporters, their voices buzzing with curiosity. Tony stands tall, confident, as always, but there's a gentleness in the way he holds your hand.

“Thank you all for coming,” Tony begins, his voice firm yet calm. “I wanted to address some recent rumors about my personal life. It’s no secret that I’ve been in the headlines recently, and a lot of the things being said are completely false. Someone from my company decided to spread lies because they didn’t like the fact that I’ve been spending time with Y/N. But the truth is, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time. And if people want to attack her to get to me, well, I’m not going to let that happen."

You glance at him, and he gives you an encouraging nod before continuing.

“But more importantly, I want to clear up something that actually matters,” Tony says, his tone softening. “The woman standing beside me, Y/N L/N, is not just some ‘fling’ or ‘arm candy.’ She’s... well, she’s my soulmate.”

A wave of murmurs spreads through the crowd, but Tony keeps going, his eyes steady on yours. “Yeah, you heard that right. We’ve got the tattoos to prove it.”

The reporters lean forward, the flashes of cameras intensifying as you and Tony raise your wrists, showing your matching tattoos. There, in plain sight, are the words that started it all. Your tattoo reads: "I wonder if she knows she has a ketchup stain on her shirt." and his reads: "Huh, he’s taller than I thought."

The room falls quiet for a moment, the weight of the reveal sinking in. Then, slowly, Tony speaks again, his voice quieter but more intimate, as if he’s speaking just to you, even though everyone can hear.

“The first time I saw her, I wasn’t thinking about business or my reputation or anything else. I was just thinking about how she had this charming, messy moment, and it made me smile. She was real. And that’s the thing: Y/N makes me feel like I can be real, too.”

Your heart swells at his words, and you can’t help but smile.

The room erupts in questions, but Tony raises a hand to quiet them down. "That’s all we wanted to say. The rumors? Ignore them. The truth? It’s right here."

He turns to you, his eyes soft, and in that moment, it feels like it’s just the two of you again. “So, are we done with the press?” he asks, the corner of his mouth twitching up in a playful grin.

You laugh, relieved, and nod. “Definitely.”

As you walk off the stage, hand in hand, you feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The truth is out there now, and it’s your truth. No more hiding, no more rumors.

Once you’re out of sight from the cameras, Tony pulls you into a gentle hug, his lips brushing against your temple. “Told you we’d get through this.”

You wrap your arms around him, feeling a sense of peace settle over you. “I know. I’m just glad it’s over.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking with yours, a soft smile on his face. “It’s not over. This is just the beginning.”

And in that moment, you know he’s right. Together, you’ve faced the storm, and now, with the world finally knowing the truth, you can move forward. Together, as soulmates.

Flaws, ketchup stains, and all.

[descendantsramblings]

Could you do a Morgie x Bridget sister reader where Red and Chloe meets Reds distant aunt and uncle as the queen of hearts never mentioned in having a sister ?

In my heart Red doesn’t know about her aunt Because she willingly chose to be sent to the Isle instead of losing Morgie, any wayyyy. Also Queen of Hearts hates that red is rebellious and dresses the way she does because she reminds her of the sister who betrayed her. Wait who said that?

Warm Greens

Prequel to this story is out now! Find it here

Morgie le Fay X Hearts! Reader

Pronouns used: she/her/hers

Summary: Red never expected to see a face so similar to her mother’s in the group of people who pranked her mom.

Warnings: Literally starts with a make out scene but its gentle not in a nsfw way (they’re also barely kissing tbh, he’s kissing her neck), minor swearing, Reader is also touchy with her friends because it's fun, despite being a Morgie x reader it somehow got a lot more focused on her friendship with them and her focus on Red, idk how

Word Count: 2.4K

    The cobblestone wall of the hallway is cold against her back, matching the soft, cold hand that’s ghosted its way underneath her tank top to rest on her side. She’s giggling, head tilted to the side to give him better access to her neck as gentle feather-like kisses cover the exposed flesh there. “You have got to quiet down,” he laughs against the girl’s flesh, looking up at her from the corner of his eye. “You’re the one who wanted to make out in the walkway by the courtyard. We were supposed to go back to our dorms,” she mumbles, biting back another giggle as his hair brushes against the back of her neck. “You want me to stop?” It’s not him teasing, she can feel him pulling back and it makes her whine, “Don’t you dare.” Fingers thread into the back of his hair, pushing him back against her neck. And he doesn’t need to be told twice, hand readjusting on her side as he tugs her closer, peppering more kisses down her neck to her exposed shoulder. “You know,” she hums, dragging her hand down so her nails scratch from his scalp and down his spine, “Maybe this is why I got dress coded to begin with. My shoulders are just so scandalous.” She smirks, feeling the way he shivers under her nails, grip tightening on her side ever so slightly. 

     A laugh sends a puff of air over her skin before he pulls back again, looking at her face with the brightest smile she’s ever seen. “Yeah? And what about me is so scandalous?” Her eyes ghost over him, laughing as she drags a finger down his bare chest, “All you had to do was button this. She only kicked you out because you refused.” He hums, leaning down to let his lips hover over hers. “Well, if she was going to kick you out, she had to kick me out too. Why would I want to sit in there without you? It completes the outfit anyway. Looks stupid with it fully buttoned.” “You were probably the reason she decided the tank top was a distraction to begin with,” (Y/n) punctuates her sentence by closing the distance between them, feeling Morgie smile against her lips. It’s soft, playful even, lips working against each other as if they were built to meet the other pair. He’s pulling her closer, not that there was much room between them to begin with. Her skin leaves the wall, making the two block the whole hallway. If they were doing this during class change, she’d even be disgusted by their little display. But it was halfway through class, who was going to be walking around to interrupt them? Hook maybe, but he’s seen the display enough he’d probably just push Morgie back slightly so he could slide by. No way the poor pirate was still affected by the needy couple he was plagued with to a near constant degree. 

    A throat clears to their left, followed by a soft, “Excuse me.” Morgie nearly whines as she pulls away, attempting to follow her with his lips but a hand on his chest stops him. (Y/n) turns to look to her left, taking in the source of the request. She knew she’d never seen the two before, the realization piquing her interest  and suddenly she’s detangling herself from his grip to turn to them. “What do we have here? I’ve never seen you ladies before.” She smirks, eyes flickering between the nervous girl with blue hair and the annoyed redhead. The smirk on her face is replicated by the redhead, head tilting as she speaks, “Transfers. You’re in our way.” She laughs, mockingly  bowing to the girl, “Oh my dearest apologies, Princess. Please, after you.” Her hand swings out to point to the right, letting the two through. She gets a scoff from the redhead that makes her giggle. Something about the girl was familiar, not that she could put her finger on it. 

      Not that she had much time to worry about it before cold hands are sliding onto her shoulders, “That was nasty of you, Uli would be proud.” She rolls her eyes, leaning back into his touch, “I don’t really care to make her proud. What about you?” He hums, nuzzling his cheek against the side of her head, “What?” “Are you proud of me?” The question leads to her being spun around in his arms, the boy leaning their foreheads together. An adoring sparkle dancing in his eyes as he cups her cheek, “I am always proud of you. Come here.” With a giggle their lips connect again, not for long, it’s a gentle quick kiss that somehow means more to her than the whole display the two had been putting on a moment before. More adoring, needy, it felt like him. As if the boy had managed to put everything about him into a single kiss, and she realized that there was no other way to explain it. The princess pulls away, smiling up at him, “You think Hook is in your dorm?” “Probably, why?” There’s a playful twinkle in her eye that makes him nervous. What could she possibly be planning? “Wanna go piss him off?” He laughs, draping an arm around her hips as they walk towards the dorms, “What might your plan be?” “Dealer’s choice?” It earns her a mischievous little grin, the boy pulling her faster towards the direction of his dorm. Excited laughter rang from the two that surely the students around them could easily hear,  the ones sitting by the classroom windows at least could. No way they couldn’t.

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     The next time she sees the redheaded girl is later that day. Trailing behind Uliana and her friends as they approach the new girl, more so to harass her sister than to meet the new kids. The feeling that she knows the girl is nearly impossible to shake now, staring her down as her friends make their own vague attempts at being intimidating. Curious eyes flickering between Bridget and the girl as if there was some live wire between them, sparking up and begging to shock her. Her fingers dancing over exposed copper but she could manage to grab it. (Y/n) feels Hades pull her over to him and out the way, leaning into the side of the god that Maleficent doesn’t currently occupy. 

   “What’s bubbling up in that head of yours?” Maleficent leans around her boyfriend to ask, eyeing the girl’s still stiff frame over. “Does that Red girl look familiar to you? Like idk, maybe you’ve seen her before?” The couple shake their heads, eyeing the girl down. “Does she look familiar to you?” Hades nudges her side slightly with his hip as he asks, offering her the closest thing he can to a smile. “Yeah, sorta? I think she more so looks like someone but I’m not sure who. I feel like I’m going crazy trying to figure it out.” Mali giggles, reaching over to playfully push the girl, “Oh Princess, you went crazy when you agreed to date Morgie. It’s nice that it’s finally catching up to you though.” She rolls her eyes, attention turning back to their two friends and her boyfriend in front of them. 

    Uliana is holding what (Y/n) thinks is at least three flamingo feathers in her hand, something that anyone from Wonderland would know is far too many. Uliana was about to look like a fool in front of the whole school, and after what she did to her when she joined them, (Y/n) craves the display that’s going to happen in front of her. Yet, Bridget yells for her to wait, telling the sea witch she has far too many and Uli rolls her eyes. Of course, part of her just wants to see what happens, but to not warn the sea witch would be her own funeral, she knows that. “Uli, I’d listen to her. That is going to have some crazy side effects.” Hair and tentacles whip around to follow her as she turns to look at (Y/n), brows raised in a silent dare. “Oh, what’s that? You’re taking your sister’s side huh, Princess? Want to go back to the goody two-shoes posh pink side of life?” She laughs, shaking her head and leaning further into Hades, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Crazy side effects.” 

    “Sister?” She doesn’t miss the shock in the new kid’s tone. Dripping with something she almost thought sounded like hurt, potentially betrayal. “Please, don’t rub it in,” Bridget sighs, putting a hand up to Red. The action almost makes (Y/n) feel bad, the bubbly pink girl looking between the girl decked out in red beside her and her sister’s red leather jacket as she shakes her head. “I just,” Red pauses, looking at the princess leaning into the god’s side again, “I didn’t think you had any siblings is all.”  (Y/n) hums, sliding away from Hades to get closer to the new girl. She slips under Morgie’s waiting arm, smiling at the tight grip that he immediately takes over her. “What was that about?” His head nods to Hades and in response his girlfriend nods to the new girl. It doesn’t take anything else for him to know what’s happening. “Well, she doesn’t seem to know who you are, so maybe you’re just imagining you know her. I wouldn’t stress it any more, Baby.” She shakes her head, leaning further into him as she watches Uliana drop the feathers into her mouth. “Yeah, I’ll definitely have a distraction for a little while. Watch what’s about to happen,” she giggles, reaching up to hold his hand that rests around her shoulders  as the sea witch begins to cough up feathers. This is going to be something to remember, her own silent revenge that Uliana caused herself.

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     “Coast is clear,” Hook raises his brows, taking (Y/n)’s outstretched hand to pull him out of the tree. He gives her a small nod of thanks, crossing over to Uliana’s side as the girl leans back into Morgie’s “Not yet,” Uliana smirks, watching as a girl in an oversized black hoodie makes her way across the yard. (Y/n)’s eyes follow Uliana’s glance landing on the girl who had been driving her crazy. Who was she? Why did she have to be everywhere all the time? And why would she be breaking into the principal’s office at the exact same time they were? Something wasn’t right about her wasn’t right, like she was a puzzle piece jammed into the wrong place. It was sickening. 

    “Morgie,” Uliana grabs his chin, tilting him towards her and she desperately tries not to get mad. It wasn’t like Uliana wanted Morgie, she knew that. But that doesn’t mean the princess didn’t want her to keep her hands to herself when it came to touching Morgie. “Honey, you keep look out, okay? If you see Merlin coming, give a signal.” And while she can fight the annoyance at Uliana, she can’t fight the smile that takes over her face as her ever excitable boyfriend starts listing off different ideas of signals he could give off. Even if their friends aren’t as amused by his antics, she is. The girl hovering as their friends begin to make their way inside. His eyes bounce over to hers pouting slightly at how everyone walked off. “What do you think?” She shakes her head, pecking his lips ever so softly, “Wolf howl, definitely the wolf howl. You behave, don’t get too cold out here in the rain.” He smiles, kissing her forehead, “I think that’s the opposite of what we’re meant to be doing. I’ll do my best to stay warm. You stay safe.” She hums, winking at him as she turns on her heel to catch back up to her friends.  Hook grabs her hand again as she makes it back to his side. “Needed your good luck kiss, huh?” She laughs, “A kiss before and a kiss after so we know that the scheme went well. It’s good luck.” “It’s needy, you’re needy.” “Maybe, or maybe no one kisses you right.” He scoffs, tapping her hip with his playfully, “No, you’re just needy.” 

    In most scenarios, (Y/n) has found that it’s best just to let Uliana talk and for her to do her best to look intimidating on the side of whichever one of her friends is holding onto her. And as she stands there, one tentacle wrapped around her as she leans into Hook’s side, she knows that this is one of those times. No need to interrupt the big win of a short fused sea witch. Arms crossed over her chest as she lets her shoulder brush against Hook’s. And from the way Red glares at her, part of her thinks it may be working. Chloe pulls the girl back as she tries to argue with Uliana over the silly little book, her eyes ghosting over the girl with an odd air to her. Like she knows something that the five of them don’t.   “There’s too many of them.” She doesn’t miss the nod the girl gives her. Something was surely afoot with the two, something her friends were far too wrapped up in their own schemes to notice. “And you,” Red turns to her, a strangely broken look on her face, “How could you be planning to use that thing on your own sister? What has she ever done to deserve that?” Her brows raise, crossing closer to the girl and away from her friends. “And how would you know about that, little one? Listening in on other people’s conversations?” “How could you? She’s so nice, she’s your sister.” The girl shakes her head, brushing a strand of red hair behind the girl’s shoulder in a way that almost felt maternal. “Please, it’s just a prank. It might embarrass her but it won’t hurt her, she’ll be fine. What they did to me was way worse than turning me into a ghoul.” There’s a sudden softness in her face, “What they did to you? They did something worse than this and you stayed with them?” 

    She can feel Hook’s arm swing around her waist, the boy leaning over her shoulder with a smirk, “It was her initiation. Can’t hang with the big dogs if you can’t handle being bitten.”  “Why would you want to be around people like that?” Red looks at her as if she’s hurting her personally and something about it deeply upsets the girl. She can’t pinpoint why, that only makes it worse. “So she could mack on my roommate,” he scoffs, dragging her back towards their group, “Now come on, we only have so long until Merlin is back, Uli is leaving us.” (Y/n) looks between the heart broken girl and her friend, forcing herself to turn away as she lets him lead her back to her boyfriend. She had to get her kiss proving they succeeded, didn’t she? So why didn’t it feel like they succeeded?

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Morgie Le Fay x Merlin’s Kid! Reader: Blush

(A/N: A collaborative piece between @where-dreamers-go and @ivorydragoness44 for an insert reader who is headmaster Merlin’s kid attending Merlin Academy. A little moment between classes where friends and everyone in between could interact. Warnings: None. Word Count: 642 words)

A dazzling blue sky day and fresh air greeted you as you stepped outdoors. Another class completed. A few minutes were allotted before the next and you took the opportunity wholeheartedly.

Your mind needed the break as much as you needed to stretch your legs.

Rounding a corner, you caught sight of pink and blue. Familiarity struck your mind.

At it again, you thought while spotting well-decorated baked goods on a tray. Where does she find the time? There was no lying to be had, they looked delicious.

Bridget, with enough kindness to spread across all the lands, was offering dessert to Uliana. It was not the first time either. You highly doubted it would be the last.

Expressions were bright, but the other young villains approached with alarming eagerness. Mischief in tow.

Ella stood firm by her friend. Defensive position, perhaps? Or unyielding loyalty?

No time to act like the present, you thought as you walked over. Silent support. No confrontations. Strength in numbers. Keeping positivity up was an easy disguise of reminders not to go against the family rules. No headmaster’s office trip equals no grounding.

Bridget glanced over to you in minor surprise. Her signature smile widened.

Keep things friendly. Neutral.

All was such for a moment.

An even more familiar presence stepped into your personal space to greet you with glowing eyes. “Are you here for the sweet treats?” Morgie asked with an open-mouthed grin. A teasing challenge.

You could feel the others’ gazes on you then.

“They’re always welcome to have one.” Bridget stated kindly, trying to keep the peace.

But you couldn’t resist an opportunity to play. If only just a little.

Turning directly to Morgie, you let your eyes shine with your own magic and inquired in a near whisper, “Is that why you’re right here?”

You both stood there a long moment. Two magic users staring intently. Locked in the start of a challenge.

Bridget giggled, “He’s blushing.”

Everyone’s focus landed on the boy in front of you.

You blinked.

Indeed, Morgie’s cheeks were flushed, and the glowing of his eyes faded with the self realization.

That’s new.

He tore his gaze from yours and pulled at his scarf, as if it was suddenly too tight.

Laughter erupted behind him as the villains took a look at their companion. They were no less bewildered than he was.

“Just warming up?” Hook smirked and threw his arm around Morgie.

The blush crept to Morgie’s neck and ears.

Again, you were struck with another layer of surprise.

What’s happening?

A dramatic groan escaped Uliana as she rolled her eyes.

In a manner of a few seconds, decorated desserts were snatched and the villains left as fast as they appeared.

Calm surrounded the three of you in the abrupt quiet.

“That was unexpected,” Ella voiced with a hint of disbelief.

“Agreed.” You watched as Morgie was lead away and out of sight.

“Especially you.” Bridget pivoted on the spot.

You threw your hands up defensively. “I wasn’t trying to start trouble. I promise.”

“Morgie was.” Ella crossed her arms.

Her friend smirked and added, “Not that kind of trouble.” Bridget glanced at you again.

“What are you getting at?” You asked, brows furrowing in the slightest.

“Maybe magic is in the air and Morgie…felt something.” A knowing smile followed her words, encouraging and sweet.

“Heh, uh, I don’t think — no. Not that.”

She nodded, pink curls bouncing.

“Then he must have bumped his head and forgot I’m the headmaster’s kid.”

“He’s bad news.” Ella stated simply.

“Morgie’s…” You couldn’t form the sentence. No words pulling negatively toward the boy could be uttered. Your shoulders dropped.

Oh, no. You thought as your stomach fluttered.

“I need to get to class.” Hastily, you raced out of the courtyard with a rush of conflicting emotions and thoughts.

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[virescent-v]

French Kiss

A/N: This is a combination of two requests I got: a fluffy fic of Emily telling you she has a crush on you and asking you out and a fluffy fic of Emily teaching you another language. Combining them seemed perfect!

Summary: Emily teaches you a little French ;P (Translations for the French is at the bottom!) Word count: 950 Warnings: nada, this is tooth-rotting fluff. :) Well, the only warning might be that I got the translations from Google, so if they're wrong don't yell at me lol Ps: If you haven't seen the tiktok of Paget speaking French....go do that first. 🫠😩🥵😵‍💫

You hated the fact that you never took a foreign language in middle or high school, when it was easier to learn. Now, it felt like grasping the semantics of another language was nearly impossible. 

You let out an exasperated whine, rubbing your temples. “Why does French have to have so many rules?” 

Emily chuckled, rolling her eyes at your antics. “It’s not that bad once you get the hang of them,” she said, rubbing your shoulders. “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.” 

You squinted your eyes, glaring at her. While teaching you, Emily would consistently throw out random French sentences, hoping the constant exposure would help you. It only further irritated you. “Says the one who’s been fluent in French for most of her life, and who has lived in Paris.” Another eye roll. 

Emily’s smile grew. “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” 

Another second of glaring might make your face permanently stick like that, so you decided to ignore her. “Moving on,” you said, looking intensely at the notes before you. “Possessive adjectives. Mon, ma, mes for the masculine, feminine, and plural my.” Your face scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed a little. “Easy. M’s for the my’s.” You felt your tongue peek out in concentration. “Ton, ta, and tes for you.” 

You tapped your finger along the paper, the rhythmic cadence a tactic you hoped would help you remember everything. A loud sigh. “Why do these languages have to have gendered descriptors for everything?” 

Another giggle came from beside you. “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” Emily exclaimed, forcing a more dramatic French accent. 

A loud pause. “Did you just call me an idiot?” 

You’ve never heard Emily laugh so candidly, loud and carefree. It made butterflies erupt in your belly, a deep blush heating up your face – not out of embarrassment, but because you made her laugh, made her nose crinkle and her eyes shine. It was one of your favorite sounds. 

You’ve had a crush on Emily for months, ever since you started working closely to her at Quantico. A shared case between your two units brought you together and you quickly became friends, bonding over similar interests and upbringings. 

You thought of the idea of having her teach you one of the many languages she knows as a way to spend more time together. It was an added bonus that you got to hear her speak another language; something about the way French rolled off her tongue was hypnotizing and…incredibly hot.  She had jumped at the idea and you became hopeful that she might have shared feelings for you. But after weeks of constant texting and a few study sessions, she’s never hinted at feeling anything other than friendship. 

“Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” Emily paused, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. Hey eyes traveled across your face, taking in everything, like she was trying to profile you. “Comme rendez-vous?” 

You felt the air shift even though you couldn’t understand what she was saying to you. It was in the way that she looked at you, how her dark eyes had grown fond, intimate almost, as if she was trying to stare into your soul. You had an inkling of what she had said, rendezvous being an easy translated word.  

“Ask me in English,” you whispered. 

Emily turned more to you, grasped your hands in hers and looked you in the eye. “Would you like to go out with me? As a date?” 

Your smile was timid, growing as you watched her start to fiddle with your fingers in nerves. “Oui, Emily.” One of your hands came up and brushed hair behind her ear, watching her grin spread. “But I have a question for you first.” 

Emily’s smile turned a little more serious, a hint of nerves creeping back into her expression. You watched as she took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever you might ask of her. “Ask away.” 

You paused, schooling your features into something you hoped was more serious, letting her sit in her nerves for a second just to mess with her. “Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” 

You watched as Emily’s brain stuttered, her mouth opening for a second before she burst into another fit of laughter, her hand coming up to cover her eyes for a second out of shocked awe. “I’m glad Lady Marmalade taught you something in French, my god.”  

You two laughed together, the tension of finally admitting your shared feelings broken. As you calmed down, Emily gazed at you, all of her feelings for you finally shining through. You felt your entire being warm to the look she was giving you, finally overjoyed in being able to relish in the attention you craved from her. 

As your gazes locked and held, you decided to break out the one other sentence you had been practicing in French. The one sentence you were wishing you would get to use on her. Your hand cupped her jaw, another timid smile gracing your lips. “Puis-je t'embrasser?” 

Emily smirked, inching her face towards you, pulling you closer by your hips, before whispering, “Oui, s'il vous plait.” 

Your lips met in a soft, tender embrace, tongues lightly gliding over one another. It was the first kiss of what you both hoped was many.  

As you broke apart, a quiet giggle traveled up your throat, making you softly shake your head in exhilarated bliss. “I love French lessons.” 

Emily waggled her eyebrows, a mischievous smirk growing. “I can’t wait to teach you more French things.” 

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Translations: 

- “Quoi qu'il en soit, c'est une belle langue.”  - Regardless, it’s a beautiful language. - “J'aime parler une langue que vous ne pouvez pas. Tu es très mignon quand tu es irrité.” - I like speaking a language you can’t. You’re very cute when you’re irritated. - “Parce que, oie idiote, ce sont les langues romanes!” - Because, silly goose, it’s the romance languages! -”Absolument pas! Cependant, je pense que vous êtes incroyable. J'adorerais t'emmener dehors un jour.” - Absolutely not! However, I do think you’re amazing. I’d love to take you out sometime. -“Comme rendez-vous?” - As a date? -Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir?” - Do you want to sleep with me tonight? -”Puis-je t'embrasser?” - Can I kiss you? -”Oui, s'il vous plait.” - Yes, please. 

[jerseyshoresy]

Shoresy and the team giving reader shit for smoking cigs, and reader shitting on them for dipping?

Reader has OCD so before every game they sit outside in full gear minus skates, having to Tapp the smoke twice on one knee and the lighter twice on the other before lighter, one of the boys sits with reader and notices when they do the tapping they win the game so slowly every member comes and sits out, Sanger too eventually after wondering where the fuck everyone is, even Laura reports on it and each team mate gives the reader a kiss on the head before heading in before the reader flicks the butt like Wayne from LK does before a scrap and that becomes part of the ritual?

I’m SO sorry this took as long as it did for me to write but I really hope you love it!! Thanks for your patience, support, and your great writing ideas!!!🫶❤️

OCD on the Ice

Slice of Life

Cast of Shoresy x gn!reader

Warnings: cussing; I used Google translate for the one sentence of French so please don’t come for me if it’s not correct😅

It was these quiet moments before the game that you absolutely relished; there was nothing better to you than sitting in full hockey gear as you mentally prepared yourself for the exhilarating time on the ice you were about to experience once again. Fiddling with the pack of smokes in your hand, you eventually took one out and lit it, hoping to ease your mind of its racing thoughts. You tapped the cigarette twice on one knee, repeating the same motion with the lighter on the other, as you always did before a game. That was just part of your ritual—you didn’t question why your OCD demanded it since it was one of your easier compulsions to control and you’d like to keep it that way. Finally lighting the smoke, you took a long drag as your worries melted away with the help of the product between your fingers.

“You fuckin’ smokin’ out here like some bum?”

“Fuck off, Shoresy,” you replied as your captain took a seat on the steps next to you. He reached into his pocket and procured his trusty dip, sticking some more in his already full mouth.

You screwed up your nose in disgust. “That stuff is so nasty.”

“Huh? I couldn’t hear ya through the cloud of smoke you’re blowing, Willie Nelson.”

“Fuck off,” you mumbled again, finishing your cigarette and leaving it in the communal ashtray.

“We ‘avin a get together out here, b’ys?” asked Hitch who was now busy spitting into his dip cup. He looked down and opened his eyes in surprise. “Oh, y/n, didn’t see ya there through the haze! Y’ like a chimney during a Newfie winter!”

You shot him a dirty look while tapping the cigarette twice on your knee, doing the same with the lighter on the other, just as before.

“Dipping’s easier,” Shoresy said, taking note of your actions.

“And convenient,” Goody chimed in on his arrival. He nodded in your direction. “You do that before every game.”

“Hm? Oh, not every game,” you replied sheepishly as more of your teammates poured out of the door to come outside for a tobacco break, “just the ones we win.”

“Ce sont les seuls jeux qui comptent,” Dolo added, the boys all nodding in agreement.

(“Those are the only games that count.”)

The entirety of your team was now outside with you, shooting the breeze while waiting to start shooting the puck.

“You’re such a sight for sore eyes,” gushed Shoresy when Laura made an appearance, having stopped to say hello to the team before heading inside to work.

She rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re such a sap.” The reporter then gestured toward your hands that you were again tapping, this time subconsciously. “Pregame ritual?”

“Yeah. How’d you know?”

“Seen plenty of players’ over the years,” she explained. “They’re all different yet they all strangely seem to work.”

You were deep in conversation with Laura when your impromptu hangout session was suddenly interrupted.

“What the fuck is going on out here?”

Your lighter flew out of your hand in surprise and landed softly in a pile of snow that had accumulated by your side.

“Jus’ a team buildin’ exercise with tha b’ys, Coach,” explained Hitch with a fairly toothless smile.

“I’m giving us good press,” you quickly added, jabbing your thumb in Laura’s direction while the blonde gave a little wave to Sanguinet. He took in a deep breath, clearly annoyed, but also relieved to have found his players who’d mysteriously disappeared from the locker room.

“Get your asses inside,” he said, eyeing you and your teammates. “You have a game to win.”

“Good luck in there,” Laura called out to you, entering the barn’s front doors.

“You can go ahead and finish your ritual. We need you at your best tonight,” Shoresy told you. He leaned over and gave your forehead a quick kiss before going back inside to get his skates on.

“Tha’s a nice new ritual we should partake in,” said Hitch. Your brow furrowed in confusion, not knowing what he meant, but your question was answered when you felt his lips on your forehead as well. Wordlessly, one by one, the Sudbury Blueberry Bulldogs kissed your forehead prior to walking back to the locker room. You didn’t know why they did it, but you sure as hell weren’t mad about it. Their sign of affection ignited another burst inside you of energy and enthusiasm for the game—not just tonight, but for the rest of the season.

With one last run through of tapping your lighter and pack of cigarettes against your knees, you stood up, taking a final inhale of the cig in your mouth. Ready to take on whatever the other team was going to throw at you, you flicked the cigarette butt away from you and stood stoically for a moment instead of immediately rushing inside, leading you to feel even more emboldened.

I’m definitely doing this before every game.

[islandtarochips]

A Wedding Date

Arthur’s Note: Just wanna show of how Gaz and Tiala ended up dating. And these events take place back in 2022! So enjoy! Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Tiala “Shark” Toa (OC) Word Count: 5.3k words

Summary: After a few months the events happen from Las Almas. Tiala’s mother had called her, while being with her team and the 141, about her brother’s wedding that was coming up. And she is expecting her daughter to bring a PARTNER. Will Tiala ever find a man who is willing to come with her for her brother’s wedding? Or will she just get over there by herself?

“La’u pele, fa’amolemole. Bring a MAN to your brother’s wedding. Most of your cousins have their boyfriends coming over.” The woman on the phone, who was video chatting, was looking at Tiala very desperately.

The daughter sighed, listening to her mother’s pleading. “Mama. I already told you. I don’t have ANY men that I’m interested in right now. And also, most of them are work friends.”

“Ona tuu atu lea o i latou e o mai! Just let them PRETEND to be your boyfriend!”

“Mamaaaaaa. I’m NOT gonna lie to our family that they are my “boyfriend”. Are you really that desperate to show off with them?”

The mother scoffed at her complaining as she pointed at her through the screen. “Vaai lou gutu. I’m NOT showing off. I just…”

Tiala saw her being silenced for a bit. “Mama?”

She sighed softly before showing her sad expression. “I just…want you to have SOMEONE to go with you. I know things have been difficult for you when it comes to trusting a man. But I don’t want you to come alone to the wedding.”

Tiala rolled her eyes at that sentence as she continued to listen to her mother.

“You can’t just be alone for the rest of your LIFE. I’m not getting any younger here!” She looked at her daughter’s brown eyes through the screen. As she gave her a soft smile. “I’ve been PRAYING for you to have someone who will treat you well. Ma o loʻu manaʻoga mulimuli lena. To see all of my children growing up, go on dates, get MARRIED and have their own family in the future.”

The daughter looked at her mother with deep thoughts before looking away. Of course, she does have problems trusting men when it comes to relationships. That is because her LAST relationship didn’t end well when he was trying to get what he wanted from her. Even though she didn’t want to. 

And also, from what happened from that mission she went to. That gives her a loss of hope of having a relationship with ANY men. Afraid that they might use her again or worse, HURT her.

But seeing that her mother wanted her to open up for a relationship again. Made her feel hesitated. She knows that she wants what’s best for her. And she doesn’t want her to be alone all of her life as well.

But…she can’t. She’s just too afraid to accept a man’s heart into hers.

Her mother took notice of the daughter’s silence and how she looked away from the screen. She got the hints and took a deep breath. “Fa’amalie atu, Tia…I didn’t mean to rush you.”

Tiala looked at her and saw her mother with an apologetic expression.

“If you wish to come alone then you can. I only wanted you to bring someone so you don’t have to be lonely during the party.”

“I won’t be since our family is going to be there.”

“I know…I know…”

Tiala saw how her mother was saddened that showed upon her face. Which caught her with guilt in her heart. She closed her eyes tightly before breathing out through her nose. “O le a ou aumaia se tasi ma aʻu i le faaipoipoga…”

Then she saw her mother perked up with a smile just a little. As her eyes sparked up with little hope.

“Are you sure?”

Tiala nodded. “Yes, mama. I’m sure. I’ll bring him in. As a FRIEND.”

Her mother had shown her brightful smile as she’s excited to hear this. “Alright then! Just remember that your brother’s wedding is NEXT month!”

“Next month. Got it.”

“And Tiala?”

“Yes mom?”

“Oute alofa ia oe.”

Her smile started to show at her mother’s words. “Oute alofa fo'i ia oe, mama.”

That was TWO weeks ago the last time she had spoken to her mother about her brother’s wedding. And she STILL hasn't found any man to be her guest partner. She only has ONE more week before leaving the base.

Tiala is in the base where Task Force 141 is at. Her and the rest of the WTF were assisting them for one of the missions that involved illegal weapon shipment. And they JUST got back from it. A well done mission accomplished though.

She kept looking at her phone while walking through the base. Seeing the text from her mom that she received two days ago. Reminding her to find a partner. It really frustrated her.

HOW is it so hard to find a MAN to go out with? Just for one day of a wedding. Well, it has been a long time since she asked someone out.

She doesn’t want to disappoint her dear mother. Imagining that look on her face once she comes to the most important events. 

ALONE. 

So she has to find someone fast before next week.

While walking through the 141’s base. She took a look at the other soldiers to see who will be good enough for her to take for the wedding.

Most of them are looking okay. But she doesn’t even KNOW them that well. So she decided to check with the MAIN members of this task force. Someone that she knows.

She went to the designated area. Just to see Nikolai fixing his helicopter along with Aelan assisting him. She saw the two having a nice chat as they smiled at each other. And once she saw Nikolai, she started to ponder a bit.

“Nah. Nik is too old for me.” Tiala said with a small cringey look on her face before continuing walking. Towards where the vehicles are at. And that’s when she saw Price was talking with Kanoa and looking behind the two Captains. She saw Soap, Agnes and Nigel were doing something that she has a feeling that it’s not good. That’s when she saw a small explosion in the middle between the three.

“Bloody hell- SOAP! BLAST! QUIT MAKING THAT RACKET!” Price yelled at the two Sergeants.

“Ehehe…sorry sir.” An awkward smile had shown onto Soap’s face when his Captain had scolded him.

“Blast. We talked about this.” Kanoa said while crossing his arms as he looked at the female soldier with a small smile. He’s not using his scolding tone in his words but like a ‘don’t do it again’ kind of tone.

“Sorry Cap…” Agnes made the same expression as Soap before the two started to clean up. Along with Nigel helping them out.

Meanwhile, Tiala was looking at the Captain and Soap as she thought about taking one of them. “Hmm. No. Price is also old and Soap is too annoying to handle.” She sighed as she continued her search. She started to walk back to the base before heading to the mess hall.

And that’s when she saw Ghost and Gaz were at the table, talking. She was just standing at the entrance to examine them a bit. Her gaze started to land on Ghost as if she was trying to read him a bit.

Of course, she’s not gonna take HIM. For the two of them doesn’t get along that well. Don’t know why.

So she turned her gaze towards Gaz. Seeing him being focused on their conversation. She kept looking at him while still pondering.

Looking at his sweet smile, his beautiful brown eyes and his gorgeous-

“Shark?”

She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Gaz calling out to her. She saw him looking at her with a confusing look.

Shit.

The woman cleared her throat before making her way over. She looked at the two awkwardly and hoped that they didn’t find her staring at them the whole time. “Ahem. Lieutenant. Sergeant.”

The two gentlemen nodded at her.

“First Sergeant.” Ghost responded first before looking at her with a plain look in his eyes. He may not show it in front of people but Tiala could DEFINITELY tell he doesn’t like her presence. And so does she with his presence.

“Do you need something?” Gaz asked the First Sergeant while giving her a small welcoming smile.

Tiala had looked at the Sergeant while still having that feeling of Ghost staring at her with that same old plain look. But she ignored him before taking a quick deep breath. “Yes. I would like to speak with you. In private, Sergeant.”

Gaz raised his eyebrows a bit as he was surprised. For him and the others know that Tiala is not much of a talker when it comes to other people besides her team. Mostly towards guys. But hearing THIS from her? VERY unexpected.

“Oh uh…sure.” He stood up before looking at Ghost. “We’ll talk about this later, yeah?”

The Lieutenant nodded as he also stood up. “I’ll just head over to where Soap and the others are at.”

“Alright then.”

Then the two walked out of the mess hall while Ghost went in the opposite directions.

Tiala and Gaz kept walking before standing in the middle of the hallway as Gaz was laying his back against the wall while crossing his arms. Looking at her. “So. What is it that you want to talk about?”

Tiala looked around to see if there’s anyone going to walk by. Even keeping an ear and eye out for Soap, Agnes and Nigel. For those three are always sneaking around, budding into people’s business.

And once she saw the cost was clear. She looked at Gaz with seriousness in her eyes. “I want to invite you to my brother’s wedding. As being my plus one.”

The Sergeant was a bit surprised by her invitation. “Oh. Uh…sure. I’m fine with that. But question…why?”

Tiala was trying to explain her situation with Gaz as she doesn’t want to make things awkward. “Listen, my mom wanted me to bring a guy as my plus one. For she really doesn’t want me to come back home ALONE.”

Gaz tried to process all of this until he heard her talking about her mother. “So…you’re asking if I could come JUST for your mom to see you coming in with a MAN?” 

Tiala felt a bit embarrassed at Gaz’s statement. “Uh…yeah. And I’m sorry that I have to drag you into like this. It’s just that my mom REALLY wanted all of us to have a love life. But I’m not interested in that. So she’s ok for me to bring a “guy friend”. And the…the others are…uuuh…”

Gaz smiled a little to see her trying to find a word that doesn’t offend him about his team.

“Never mind. But I need to find one ASAP before I leave the following week. So…are you up for it?” Tiala waited for him to answer and hoped that he’ll accept. Because she REALLY needs this before heading back home. For her mom.

The British man pretended to think DEEPLY about this as he hummed softly. “Hmmm. I don’t know. Exactly why did you pick ME out of all of the others?”

Oh here we go.

“I mean, Price and Nikolai are good men. Soap is a fun lad and Ghost can be hard to interact with others but he’s nice once you get to know him.” Then he sweats a bit seeing Tiala’s unamused looks as if she’s not satisfied with that answer about Ghost. “Ok. Maybe not Ghost.”

Tiala crossed her arms while looking at Gaz with a little bit of an impressed expression that showed on her face. “Huh. You got some good observations, Sergeant.”

He shrugged. “That’s what I’m good at ma’am.” Then he smiled at her. “Well? Are you going to give me your REASON?”

The First Sergeant was silenced for a bit as she really can’t admit why him of all people? So she started to answer his question.

“Yes. You’re not wrong about them. But…Nikolai and Price are too old for me. Well, Price LOOKED old actually.”

Gaz snickered when she mentioned Price's age appearance. “Heh. Yeah, you’re not wrong. I thought he was in his 40s. But I’m even MORE shocked to hear that he’s in his 30s.”

“Like for REAL?! Like damn…ANYWAY. Soap is fun, yes. But he’s annoying to deal with because of his yapping and I’m pretty sure he won’t even stand STILL for one second.”

He laughed a little. “Like a little toddler who had finished eating his sugar candy.”

“Oh my god. Reminding me of my little cousin who ate one once. And it took me 2 hours to put him down.” Tiala groaned as she shook her head, having fond memories about her little cousin with sugar rush. “And Ghost? ……I just hate his guts so it’ll be awkward if I bring him along.”

“Exactly WHY do you hate his guts?”

“......I have no idea. I just…HATED it?”

The two of them shrugged as they continued the conversation.

“But you? You’re not that old.”

“Ouch.”

“Not that annoying either.”

“Aaaw.”

“And…I…don’t exactly HATE you. Like how I am with Ghost.”

Gaz grinned a little when he heard that last sentence. Before he moved himself from the wall and slowly leaned down a bit towards her. “Oh really? I thought you did hate me.”

Tiala looked at Gaz’s teasing grin and his brown eyes as it was shining against hers. And she had felt something in her chest pounding. But she ignored it and looked away with a scoff while leaning back.

“As I was SAYING.” She moved aside from this man before facing her back at him. “I just want you to come with me for the wedding events. After EVERYTHING is done and we’re coming back to our work. We’ll forget everything about this and continue on with our own lives.”

Gaz was just standing there looking at Tiala with a little bit of hurt expression. But he swallowed it down as he walked over to her.

He gently touched her shoulder before giving him a small smile. “Sure. I’ll be your plus one for your brother’s wedding. Let me just talk to Price to ask about my leave.”

She looked at Gaz, seeing his soft smile before sighing. Patting his hand that was on her shoulder. “Thank you, Gaz. And I promise that I’ll pay you back after this.”

He nodded with agreement before the two started talking more while on their way to the Captain.

—--------------------------------------------------

A week had already passed and Gaz was in the plane with the Toa siblings. On their way to the Island of American Samoa. He looked through the window seeing the island and his eyes sparkled with amazement seeing the view.

“You like the view, uce?” Kanoa asked as he was looking at this exciting British man. He chuckled to see Gaz is still sticking his face against the window. Before seeing him withdrew from it.

The Sergeant smiled at Kanoa, who was sitting in the middle seats. “It’s BEAUTIFUL! I appreciate you and Shark for inviting me to your brother’s wedding!”

The Captain gave him a friendly winked. “Of course! I’m just as excited as you are to meet everyone! And also, you can just call us by our names. No need to bring those code names in front of them. Ok?”

Gaz nodded. “Right! And also, are the others going to come as well?” He asks as he wonders if the rest of their team are gonna join in this wedding event. Since their older brother had known them for a while.

“Only Agnes and Nigel are coming. The General and the Doctor had something to do. Like, ordering medical supplies for Urzikstan.” Kanoa explained to answer Gaz’s question. As he mentions the medical supplies and Aelan going back to Urzikstan to assist Farah and her forces.

“Your General seems very generous.”

“Yup. She is. The BEST supporting General there is.” Kanoa said with a proud smile. 

As soon as the plane landed, Gaz could see a small vehicle pulling a tall object that looked like stairs. It stuck it tightly against where the door of the plane was before hearing one of the flight attendants announce to everyone to get their things. Kanoa got up first before opening the compartment to get his duffle bags.

He also brought Tiala's bag out too and even Gaz.

“Tia, make sure to call Rangi or Sami to pick us up.”

The sister nodded as she whipped out her phone and tried to replace her SIM card for her home. Gaz saw her trying to open her phone as he leaned in from behind.

“Here. Let me try.” He said a bit close behind her and then saw her flinched a bit. He could also see her widening her eyes when she turned her head to look at him. He was a bit surprised at her sudden reaction before he leaned back. Seeing her wide eyes out of….fear? “Uh, sorry. Um…I can fix your phone while you get your things.”

Tiala just stared at him silently before looking back at her phone. “No. I got it. You can help Noa to get the bags.”

He noticed her change of tone of sounding serious. No matter how the seriousness of her tone sounded like he could also hear mixed with nervousness. He even glanced up to see if Kanoa noticed it. But He was too busy pulling out the bags from the compartment.

So Tiala got out of her seat for Gaz to come out. And he went to help Kanoa to take the bags.

The three of them went down the stairs and had said their thanks and goodbyes to the nice flight attendants.

Tiala had finally got the SIM card in before starting to dial the numbers. While Gaz was looking around as he was pretty impressed with the place of the airport. It’s not that big like any other airport from London or the one from the base. A bit small but not that shabby.

The three went inside the small building where the security guards were waiting to check their luggages. As one of them has a security dog.

Gaz saw the dog walking up to him. Pulling his owner to follow him. He smiled softly as he saw the dog sniffing onto his bag. And then looked up at Gaz as he tilted his head a bit and ears perked sideways a bit. 

“Nothing suspicious here, mate. And sorry, got no treats.” Gaz said with a shrug.

The security chuckled at his response and let him pass. As Kanoa nodded at the security and shook hands with him before chatting a bit in their Samoan language. While they waited for the other luggages. Which Gaz saw him.

“Your brother knows him?”

Tiala just finished making a call before seeing Kanoa talking to a man. “Yeah. That’s actually our cousin. He works here as the airport security.”

“Ah. Nice.” Gaz continued walking with Tiala to the scanners.

Where a woman was standing with the computer screen in front of her. Smiling at Tiala. “Toe fo'i mai, Tiala! O loo i fafo se tasi o ou uso, tausoga ma isi ou aiga e faatali mai mo oulua ma Noa!”

Gaz heard this woman speaking the Samoan language to Tiala as he saw her smiling at her.

“Faafetai Aunty. E toe sau Kanoa iinei i se minute. O loo talanoa o ia ma Jacob i le taimi nei.”

“Ae a! Leai se fa’afitauli! Na'o le alu e tu'u au ato ma au mea i totonu!”

The lady had brought some trays out for the two to put their device, their jewelry and other small things in. Before Gaz started to put their hand carry bags on it and let the machine roll it in through.

Soon the woman told them to step through and let the other security to scan them. They listened to the orders and let the man do his thing.

The security smiled at Tiala after he’s done scanning her. “Manaia le vaai atu ia te oe i se tasi vaega. E fa'afefea le galuega iina?”

Tiala groaned a bit before leaning her head backward as she was tired of hearing the word WORK. “LEVA. Ae e malie foi. Ia e sasa na tagata leaga.”

The man laughed as he patted her back. “E manaia le faalogo. Manaomia se fesoasoani e tu'u au atopau i totonu o le ta'avale?”

“Leai, Uncle. Na matou maua.” Tiala reassured the man, who is her Uncle, before telling Gaz to help her to put the bags on the trolley.

Gaz did as he was told before looking back at the man and the woman who was helping Kanoa to bring the rest of the luggages. “You…know those two as well?”

“Yeah. The woman over there is my Aunt. That cousin I told you about? That’s his mom. And that chubby man, he’s my Uncle. My Aunt’s younger brother.”

Gaz was getting more surprised to hear that these people are her FAMILY as well. “Does…most of your family work in the airport?”

“Some. We do have other family members who works in restaurants, cafe, as a police officer, firefighters, teachers, lawyers, construction workers, business owners-”

He continues to listen to her explaining about her family working on the island. And you should know that Gaz was SHOCKED. “My god…it’s like your family owns the WHOLE business on this island.”

She gave him a small grin plastering on her face. “Maybe.” 

The two of them pushed the two trolleys with their bags on it and walked up to a ramp where another security opened the door for them. Tiala nodded to him and said thanks in her language.

And once they both exit from there. They both suddenly hear someone calling out.

“TIA!”

Gaz looked up to see two boys running up to Tiala as they almost tackled her down with their hugs.

She smiled as she hugged them both. “IONA! KIONA! OOOOOOOH!” She hugged them tightly and kissed on top of their heads.

Gaz smiled a bit at this scene. He rarely saw this woman smiling so kindly and with happiness when those two boys came up to her. And he somehow felt a bit jealous for some reason. 

The two boys looked like they were in their teens and they were just only four inches shorter than her.

He also saw them looking at his way and got a good look at their faces. Seeing that they’re identical. They’re TWINS!

“Tia? O ai lea?” One of the twins asked their older sister with a curious and confused look. Speaking in their native language.

Tiala put both of her hands onto their shoulders. As she explained to them. “Boys. This is Kyle. He’s a friend from work.”

Gaz walked up to them and gave them a warm smile. “Hey there lads. It’s nice to meet you.”

The boys returned the smile as they shook hands with him.

“Hi! I’m Iona!”

“And I’m Kiona! Are you actually friends with our sister?”

The two boys spoke in very good English. Despite the accent.

Gaz gave the boys a confirmed nod. “Yes I am. We work together and I got to say that your sister here is quite a brave one.”

“Well DUH! Because she’s the BEST! Even our other older brothers!” The kid that Gaz tried to recall is named Kiona. He had said it like he was offended by this British man’s words.

Tiala chuckled softly before patting her little brother’s head. “Thank you, Kiona. I appreciate your kind words. Now, how about you two boys help Kanoa-”

“TWINSIES!” Kanoa had interrupted the conversation when he rolled in with the trolley.

The twins looked and smiled with glee as they ran towards their older brother. “NOA!”

Gaz watched the twins making a harsh tackle onto Kanoa as they all fell onto the ground. Good thing he pushed the trolley away before they ran to him. Or else it’ll be a MESS.

Gaz also snickered a bit to see the Captain being tackled down by the two boys as they all laughed. Before he spoke to Tiala while still looking at the three. “I’m guessing HE’S the favorite older sibling?”

Tiala gave a tired sigh as she smiled a little. “Yup.”

Soon Kanoa sat up a bit as he laughed. “Aw man! I missed you two! Have you caused any mischief lately?”

“Not really. Since mama always caught us and scolded us about it.”

“Yeah, it’s a bummer. So we haven’t done any pranks.”

The older brother chuckled before ruffling both of their hair. “I guessed it’s best NOT to before Rangi’s wedding, ah?”

The twins’ giggles at Kanoa’s hand ruffling their hair. “Yeah, we guessed not.” They both said in unison before standing up. And pulling Kanoa up as they went to take the trolley.

Gaz saw the twins take their trolley up. “Oh. Hey, you don’t have to.”

“It’s ok! We got it!” Iona said as he kept pushing the trolley down.

“Yeah! We know you guys are tired from the plane ride! And also, papa told us to help you guys out!” Kiona looked at Gaz with a smile as he also pushed the trolley away. “Question, are you Tia’s boyfriend?”

Tiala and Gaz's eyes went wide to hear that question from a teenage boy. Even Kanoa snickered after hearing that. The two weren’t expecting that.

“Kiona, tulei pea le taavale toso.” Tiala said to her little brother with a commanding voice and giving him that serious look.

“Ok ok. Sheesh. Sa na ona ou fesili atu.” He rolled his eyes as he giggled and kept pushing the trolley up next to his twin brother.

Kanoa pushed the trolley next to Gaz as he looked at the two. “Expect the question to be repeated when we get home.”

Tiala groaned as she faced up to the ceiling. “I hope NOT. Just coming in as FRIENDS.”

“Uh huh. FRIENDS.” Kanoa said with a teasing grin as he nudged Gaz’s arm.

He could also see Tiala’s unamused look before she started to speak. “Shut up and push the cart, Noa.”

“I’m going. I’m going.” He gave a light chuckle before giving a playful wink at Gaz. Receiving a small snickered from him. Before he pushed it up further.

They have arrived at the parking lot as Gaz could see MORE people waiting for their arrival. He was actually quite shocked to see so many. Some of the young ones and the teens ran up to Kanoa and Tiala to greet them with hugs.

Seeing them exchanging hugs and small chats before some of the older men walked over to the twins as they took their bags and put them in the trunk of their truck. He could also see some of the older women walking over to Kanoa and Tiala as they gave them hugs and kisses on their cheeks.

He even smiled a bit to see Tiala looking so happy but feeling embarrassed by one of the women who can’t stop giving her kisses on her face. 

“Auntyyyyyy…Ua e fa'asiasia a'u.” Tiala started to mumble out to her aunt before hearing laughter from her.

There was also another laugh from Gaz that caught one of the other women’s attention. And she walked up to him with a bright smile. “Talofa! I’ve heard that you’re with my niece and nephew?” The woman, who looked like in her 50s with short blonde curly hair and had brown skin, asked him.

Gaz nodded as he put his hand out to her. “Yes, I’m with them. It’s nice to meet you, ma’am.”

The woman just shook her head before opening her arms out. “None of that! Come here and let me give you a hug!” Which she did in a very joyful way. She must’ve been REALLY excited to see the new guest. “I am SO happy to meet my niece’s boyfriend! My sister-in-law had told me ALL about you two!”

Gaz suddenly froze in place after hearing her words and he looked at Tiala. Who has the same expression as his but with wide eyes as it was about to pop out.

“Um…Aunty? He’s just a work friend. He’s not my BOYFRIEND.” Tiala had looked at her aunt as if she was crazy or something. But seeing her aunt looking at her own niece with a confusing expression that was written on her face.

“Ea? O le a le uiga?” She let go of Gaz and faced towards her niece as she put both of her hands on the side of her hips. “Your mother told us that you’ll be coming with your BOYFRIEND.”

Kanoa turned his head as he heard it. And couldn’t help but give a wide smile as he started to laugh. While Tiala’s eyes went wide as if it's the size of a baseball and her mouth opened just a bit.

She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to understand what she just heard. “I’m sorry aunty…but WHAT did my mom tell you?”

The aunt had started to look a bit annoyed and disappointed at this. “Your MOTHER had told everyone at home that you’ll be bringing your BOYFRIEND. E le o ia o lau uo tama?”

Gaz started to feel REALLY awkward at this. Before seeing Tiala taking a very DEEP, DISAPPOINTING breath.

She looked at her aunt while ignoring her brother’s laughter. “WHEN did she tell you that, aunty?”

“Three weeks ago!”

Almost everyone could see Tiala’s right eye twitch a bit but she remained calm and just smiled at her dearly beloved aunt. “Faafetai lava Aunty. O le a ou talanoa i lo'u tina pe a matou oo i le fale.”

The aunty just nodded and took both Tiala and Gaz to the car. While Kanoa went with the twins on the truck before they all headed over to their home.

The two went with the two aunties in the car but didn't say anything. Gaz could see the two aunts didn't want to bother Tiala after that information that she had received. He sat a few inches away from Tiala as he saw her glancing through the car window. He could feel the intentions from her. Knowing that she’s upset about her mom telling everyone about the “Boyfriend” situations. 

So he tried his best to calm her down. “Hey, I’m sure she has her reasons.”

Hearing a frustrated sigh from her before looking at Gaz. He could see her eyes were filled with annoyance and disappointment. But then softens a bit as she doesn’t want to put out her anger onto him.

“I’m sorry about all of this, Garrick. I don’t know what she was THINKING.”

“Hey hey. It’s okay. Maybe we can talk to her when we get there in a CALMING manner. Yeah? She’ll explain her reason and we’ll figure this out. I mean, it’s not a BIG deal.” Gaz said to her calmly as he gently touched her shoulder and gave her a reassuring smile.

Of course, it is awkward how people see them as a couple. And it doesn’t bother him. BUT things will get a bit out of hand if someone might cause a drama about it or even assume it in a BAD way.

Gaz kept his gaze at Tiala with his brown and kindful eyes. “I’ll come with you. Alright?”

Tiala looked into Gaz’s eyes as she could see some comfort feelings from it. She sighed softly before nodding. “Alright then…thank you, Kyle.”

“Ah. First time hearing you calling me by my first name.”

“DON’T push it.”

While the two are still talking little by little. The two aunties in the front seat could hear them and saw how the two were acting at each other. The ladies looked at each other and smiled as they continued on driving home.

And hoping that things will get better once Tiala talks with her mom.

To Be Continued...

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Hello! I have a fan fic or HC request if you feel up to it! Could you do Dorm leaders×F!Yuu who has a severe panic attack in the middle of a public place (Class, Hallway, or wherever you would like)? How would they react and how would they try to help her?

Thank you!

why hello, dear reader! i'll be happy to take this request for you. it might but a bit hard to find one that will do severe panic attacks well, but i'll try!

now let's see...

the dorm leaders from the stories of twisted wonderland. and a female prefect reader having a panic attack! oh, i hope the poor dear will be alright. now let's see how this book turned out...

❝WHEN THE PANIC SETS IN❞

❦summary; it creeps upon you and it'll snap at you when you don't expect it.

♪the characters in this story; riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia, f!prefect!reader

✎word count; 5,090

❀what do the ghosts say?; ambiguous relationships, anxiety, reader is overwhelmed (kalim, vil), personal space not being respected (leona, vil), sensory overload (idia), reader gets scared by a loud noise (riddle, malleus), i'm not that well versed in writing about panic attacks, please beware that this is about panic attacks, so tread with caution if it makes you uncomfortable

☛the author's notes; i apologize if this isn't exactly female reader, i don't really know how i could've incorporated it in a way that was noticeable enough. i hope you still enjoy it though!

☪look at the catalogue?

❛RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS❜

Riddle is one who, while not knowing exactly what to do in the situation, he’d just want to help and be able to keep you safe. Not the best at comfort, but he's doing what he can

It was just supposed to be a calm walk together in the courtyard. Riddle hadn’t expected for there to be so many students out today, as it had been the day after a rainy day. They were playing Spelldrive on a much smaller scale, screaming and yelling so loudly that even Riddle could feel his chest irk at such a volume. 

Regardless, he tried to continue his walk with you, trying his best to talk about his day with you. 

Yet, you seemed so distracted, eyes flicking from him, to the clamorous students, to the floor, then back to him to start the cycle over. Your chest heaved a bit more than it should, hands clenching so tightly that Riddle feared that your skin would break and blood would drip from your palms. 

It all suddenly came to a head when the Spelldrive disk came hurtling towards you both, thankfully missing you both and only hitting the pavement next to the two of you and yet that was what seemed to break the camel’s back. 

You yelped when it hits the ground, jumping away with your hands covering your ears. Riddle is quick in shielding you, but that does nothing to stop the reaction your body soon gives after. 

Riddle notices that you start to sway, shaking hands reaching out for something to grab. Your eyes are glossy, wide as he sees that you begin to breathe more rapidly. 

“Prefect?” You don’t answer like Riddle thought you would, only continuing to grip his sleeves tightly, “Prefect, what is wrong with you?” The small whimper that escapes your throat makes the housewarden realize his tone was a bit harsher than he wanted, his choice of words most likely not the best. You open your mouth a few times, weak croaks leaving you, chest heaving uneven breathes and try to slow into a more rhythmic beat but quickly turn erratic. He can’t get a sentence out of you, only getting cut off starts and shaky ‘help’s.

Regardless, Riddle does notice the distress you’re in and is quick to try to move you away from the middle of the courtyard. This task is much easier for him than attempting to assess what exactly was going on, though Riddle wasn't completely clueless. When he finds a bench that’s far enough away from student traffic, Riddle situates you on the bench and sits right next to you. 

You curl up by Riddle, shaking and soft whimpers leaving you. Your arms are wrapped tightly around your midsection as he hears you audibly heaving for breath, eyes wide and tears looking ready to fall. It makes Riddle’s heart hurt at the sight, feeling your body shake like a frightened child against him. He’s never been the best at comforting, so Riddle just wraps his arms around you and hugs you close, not exactly knowing if this is something he should be doing. 

He breathes slowly, chest rising and falling as you lean against him. Riddle notices you trying to follow his rhythm and you breathe with him, so he assumes that this is a good thing. So, he continues a steady rhythm of breathing and finds you matching his pace, slow, soft breaths soon being able to leave you. 

You seem a bit calmer and it makes Riddle sigh in relief. You’re still curled up in Riddle’s hold, ear pressed against his chest and listening to his heartbeat. He wants to ask what happened, what was wrong, but Riddle thinks the silence should be kept right now. He’ll ask later, when you’re much more comfortable.

❛LEONA KINGSCHOLAR❜

Leona may be indifferent to a lot of things, called callous and uncaring by others even, but when he cares, he cares. He wouldn’t dare to leave someone in this state.

Leona may be indifferent to a lot of things, called callous and uncaring by others even, but when he cares, he cares. He wouldn’t dare to leave someone in this state. 

The botanical garden is busier than it should be today and it irritates him to all hell. He can hear the group of froshes that are loudly yapping nearby and, by Seven, he just wants to nap. Leona turns his body, head laying on your lap and tail swishing about in his irritation. You only laugh lightly at these actions and continue to pet the lion. 

One of the voices grows louder and closer to where the two of you are, footsteps coming close to the area. Leonoa’s already alert, but keeps his eyes closed when the student approaches you both. 

“Hey, you’re the prefect, right?” 

“Oh, uh,” He hears you pause, both in your words and your pets. “Yeah, I am.” 

And then they have the audacity to sit up against you, being way too close to anyone’s comfort, talking about the most mundane topics and keeping your attention that should be towards petting Leona. They also just completely disregard Leona’s presence and keeps yapping, acting like you and them are the only ones around. It irritates him and you keep talking back, probably just to be nice. 

Leona cracks an eye open, just a bit, seeing just how close this student is sitting to you and how nervous you seem to be. Tugging at the tips of your fingers, leg bouncing from your sitting position. 

It’s weird, Leona thinks, he’s never seen you like this before. He can almost hear your heart beating in your chest, so rapid and uneven that it disturbs him. 

The two of you are still talking, still yapping, still fidgeting. You’re getting nervous, if the quickening heartbeat and uneven breathing said anything. Eventually, Leona heard only that frosh’s voice and you stopped talking. Your hands curl into his hair tightly, tugging and toying with his locks. 

And yet, your hands shake as you hold his hair. 

He doesn’t know exactly what’s happening with you, but all Leona knows is that he doesn’t like how it’s affecting you. 

“Oi.” The student freezes in the middle of their sentence, flinching at Leona’s rumbling voice. Both eyes bore into the student, emerald gaze sharp and looking ready to kill. “Can’t you take a hint? They stopped talkin’ to you ages ago. Scram.” 

The student looks like they’re about to say something, but Leona lets a growl rumble deep in his chest. They squeak, a pathetic sound really, and scramble to stand. A quick apology is stuttered past their lips and they leave quickly. Leona can’t help the chuckle that slips past his lips as he sits up. He turns to you, you who had let go of his hair but is staring off into the distance, still breathing unevenly, the uncomfortable racing of your heart still so loud. 

Leona takes your hands into his, oddly gentle as he lowers his voice. “Hey, are you alright?” 

You shake your head, a small trembling ‘no’ leaving you.

“What’s wrong?” 

Another mumble, less coherent, but Leona can make out the words ‘spacey’ and ‘anxiety’.

Leona nods and guides you to your feet. He guides you out of the botanical garden, away from the possibility of running into more people. The two of you walk away from the greenhouse, Leona keeping a steady grip on you and making sure you don’t run into anything. 

His aim was to take you to his room, somewhere safer where the both of you, specifically you, couldn’t be bothered.

❛AZUL ASHENGROTTO❜

Azul understands what you’re going through, he’s been on the receiving end of such panic attacks. Even then, sometimes he still feels like he’s just helpless. 

The day was Friday and, as for most Friday evenings, students were hanging out with their friends. The Mostro Lounge was a common place of hangout and Azul made sure to appeal it as such. 

It also helped when you, the prefect, could be found a lot of the time here, studying or talking in a friendly way with Azul. You even had a table that was specially reserved for you because of this. 

Right now, you were at this table, just observing your surroundings while waiting for your order, eyes trailing from one interest to another. Azul was doing the same, sharp eyes keeping watch over his establishment. All looked well so far. 

Azul decided it was high time to check on you. 

Shoes clacking softly against the floor, Azul makes his way to your area, you who was still watching and observing. He slid into the booth, giving you a professional smile as he sat down. 

 “Hello Prefect, enjoying your time so far?” 

You smile, a bit crookedly though, and shift in your seat to look at Azul. 

“Yeah, I guess.” Your tone is more downcast than it should be and a hand raises to your throat to gently massage it. He takes note of it. 

Azul leans forward, getting closer to you. “Is there anything dissatisfactory with your stay?” 

You shake your head, hand continuing to massage your throat and you clear your throat a bit. You shift in your seat, eyes staring out into the lounge. 

“No, not really.” Your eyes return to Azul and he notes a certain worry that’s in your eyes. “But do you think I could get a glass of water? I think I have a tickle in my throat.” 

“Of course! Anything for our dearest prefect.” Azul smiles at you as he stands, going to where you are and patting your shoulder before leaving. 

When Azul comes back, you’re wiping your eyes, breathing in a bit more heavily. While Azul isn’t the best expert in the usual human’s body, he believes that someone shouldn’t be breathing at such a rapid pace. And you don’t immediately notice his presence when he stands beside you, only staring intensely at the table, eyes wide. He places the glass in front of you, snapping you from whatever trance you seemed to be in. 

“Your water.” 

“Ah!” You nod and are quick to take large gulps of the drink, the glass trembling just the slightest in your hold. It’s gone quicker than Azul can think to comment on it. 

He doesn’t know why, but Azul sits next to you, a hand on your shoulder and concern quite clear in his eyes. 

“Prefect, are you sure you’re alright?” 

He sees you nod and open your mouth, but the only thing that leaves your lips is a squeak from your throat. Both you and Azul are confused at this sound and you part your lips to speak, but nothing comes out. At this, your hands go to your throat, eyes becoming glossy with growing tears. 

Azul sees you look panicked and your body begins to tremble as you try again and again to speak, beginning to curl in on yourself. Octavinelle’s housewarden doesn’t know initially what to do at first, but you grip Azul’s coat, head pressing against his chest. 

There’s a sob that comes from you and Azul feels the only right thing to do would be to hug you. Hug you tight as a deep feeling in his chest knows what’s happening, yet he can’t place a name to it. 

You slide down the seat until your head is on Azul’s lap, arms still wrapped around his torso, gripping onto him like he’s the only thing that keeps you grounded. The only thing that Azul does, as you sob and shake is rub calming circles onto your back. 

Whether it’s helping or not, Azul doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if it helps or not, but by Seven, he hopes that it’s helping you.

❛KALIM AL-ASIM❜

Kalim’s not wholly familiar with panic attacks, he’ll admit. The closest he’s seen is one of his siblings being horrendously nervous about an event, but that won’t stop Kalim from trying to comfort you.

The party was quite loud, as Kalim had hired a whole band to come to Scarabia. It was the one thing that Jamil couldn’t talk Kalim out of. How could he? When he had heard that your birthday had passed a month ago and realized he didn’t do anything, Kalim knew he had to do something. This was a celebration for your birthday after all and Kalim wanted to go all out for his best friend and the school’s beloved prefect. 

Even if you insisted that a smaller party was okay, something like that wouldn’t do for Kalim. And so that’s how this party came to be, with lots of food, loud music, and so many things to do. He even made sure to have a special seat and outfit just for you, so that everyone would know that you’re the VIP of this party. 

For the most part, Kalim was by your side, but just silently watching as others came up to you to wish you a belated birthday, give any gifts that they had prepared and talk to you about the party. The sight of it all makes Kalim smile, smile at the fact that attention is on you. 

You seem to be enjoying all this as well! You’re smiling after all, speaking politely to everyone who approaches you and generally participating in everything. 

Kalim leaves your side to go fetch you another slice of cake, humming happily as he grabbed the slice and walked back over to where you are. 

You’re staring off into the night when Kalim approaches your table, arms folded and head placed in your folded arms. You bury your head into your arms as Kalim rounds to your side. “Here you go!” He watches as your head shoots up, a smile spreading too quickly onto your face. 

“Ah, Kalim..” Your eyes trail from the slice of cake to Kalim, who’s still grinning at you quite widely. “Thanks...” 

Kalim grins at you, leaning against your chair to hug you tightly. He giggles a bit as you hug back, albeit half-heartedly, but you hug him back still. “You’re welcome!” 

As the night goes on, Kalim begins to notice little things you began to do. 

At first, whenever the band and area surrounding would reach a certain volume, you’d lightly place your hands over your ears, eyes shutting tightly if the volume got too much, even for Kalim. You also wouldn’t respond as well or thought out as you did towards the beginning of the night, only light mumbles or one worded answers. It was worrying for the housewarden to say the least. 

Just after another guest finished talking to you, does Kalim decide to act, crouching down beside your seat and taking your hands into his. This garners your attention to him, a light hum leaving you. 

“Hey, prefect, are you okay?” 

He sees you thinking through your eyes, squinting a bit as you formulate your answer. And, maybe it’s the trick of the light, but your eyes glisten with an odd gloss just a hint. Kalim sees you nod, a dry smile spreading across your lips. You mouth an ‘I’m fine’ to the housewarden, but he feels that this isn’t the answer you wanted to give. 

“Are you sure?” 

Another nod, but you grip his hands tighter and shut your eyes as the band hits a high note, curling in just the slightest. The tear that slips from your eyes is the smallest tear that Kalim’s ever seen, but he still sees it and his face twists with worry. 

Without many words after that, Kalim quietly has you stand from your seat, leading you away from the main party with a hand on your back and a hand holding one of yours. He takes you to a balcony that’s a ways away from where the party is being held, allowing you to step towards the railing and breathe in fresh air. 

Kalim steps towards you and his hand is on your back once more, palm rubbing small circles into your lower back. Your hands grip the balcony railing a bit tighter and Kalim continues to rub calming circles on you as you begin to tremble. Once this is over, he’ll be apologizing profusely to you and make it up to you somehow. Maybe a make-up party, but this time how you want it.

❛VIL SCHOENHEIT❜

Vil has probably been subject to one or two panic attacks, due to his career. With this, he knows a few things about calming panic and he’d rather lose his career than leave you to yourself.

“Come along, little sprout, or you’ll make us late.” 

Vil hears you laugh softly and it brings a smile to his red painted lips. He has you move in front of him, heels clicking against the studio’s polished floors. 

Vil had allowed you to tag along with him to his shoot and watch him in action. You gladly accepted and so here the two of you were, walking down the hall to Vil’s dressing room. 

The plan was for the two of you to drop your things off in Vil’s room and Vil would spend some time contacting whatever people he needed to be contacting before showing you around the studio, just so that you wouldn’t get lost if you decided to wander off during the shoot. Then, the shoot would be next and you’d be there for a good four hours, according to Vil. After it all, you two planned to head to a cafe that had gained some traction recently to have dinner. 

Everything went well, at least at first. The problems only came when Vil entered the studio space, with you trailing behind him.

As soon as the two of you entered, the photographer’s eyes lit up. At first, Vil presumed it was because he had finally shown up, seeing as he was the model that the photographer aimed to photograph. Yet when they approached, their eyes were on you and you solely, grin wide as they stood in front of you. 

“Mr. Schoenheit! I didn’t know you were acquainted with such a beautiful young lady!” The photographer holds out their hand towards you, obviously asking for a handshake with bright eyes and an excited demeanor. You take it with a bit of hesitancy, lips curled in a shy smile as you shake the photographer’s hand. 

They begin to strike up a conversation, complimenting your looks, your hair, body shape, everything about you they found a way to call it beautiful. Of course, everything about you was beautiful, but Vil felt irked at this person who kept inching closer and closer to you, getting into your space in the midst of their talking. And every time you try to interrupt them, to steer the conversation somewhere else or get them back on track because they’ve been talking for a while, they talk over you, commenting on your voice before rambling off again. 

“Please, let me photograph you! I’d love to capture your beauty!” 

A nervous laugh leaves you, a polite, but strained smile, curled onto your lips. He sees you lean back, away from the photographer. “Well-” The photographer talks over you again. 

“I have the perfect idea for the shoot too! On the beaches of Sage’s Island, or perhaps in the forest to-” 

“Ahem.” 

Vil felt irritated, needing to get this photographer back on track before the shoot ran too late. He really was looking forward to going to that cafe with you and he refused to have anything delay him from that. 

“I believe we’re supposed to be shooting right now.” Vil’s eyes narrow in the slightest, lips downturning as he crossed his arms. “Or would you rather I get a more professional photographer?” 

The star’s words make the photographer flinch visibly, attention now away from you. 

“O-Of course Mr. Schoenheit! So so-sorry for inconveniencing you...” 

Vil huffed softly, striding over to you and past the photographer, who sent one last glance to you before going back to his camera set up.You smile at Vil and he feels a smile of his own spread on his lips. 

“Thank you Vil.” He hums in response, walking over in front of the camera.

The first hour of shooting goes well, with the photographer taking satisfying photos, but taking another hour to take some more, just to get that perfect shot, as Vil phrased it. 

When break lets out, the photographer is right back to bothering you again, asking you questions about your experience in modeling, preferred outfit, and useless things that Vil felt you didn’t need to concern yourself with. They lean up against you, rambling on as you shrink in on yourself, eyes focused on the clean floors, leaning away from the photographer. And then, then, they have the audacity to wrap an arm around your waist and you visibly flinch. 

Vil strides over, slapping the photographer’s hand and quickly grabs you in a gentler grip, leading you from the studio space. You tremble as Vil brings you to a relatively empty hallway, crouching to your height and taking your hands into his, thumbs rubbing circles into the back of your hands. 

“Are you alright, my little sprout?” 

If you say anything, he doesn’t hear it well. Vil stands straight and embraces you, squeezing you tight. He’ll make sure to get that photographer fired.

❛IDIA SHROUD❜

Oh, this man is anxiety city, have you seen him? Though, if Idia sees that you’re having an anxiety attack, regardless of how he’s feeling, he’ll help you, even if he feels like he’s doing everything wrong.

He hates it, he hates it, he hates it.

Why, oh why did Crowley make this stupid party mandatory in attendance? And there are so many people here, how did that bird expect everyone, no less Idia, to enjoy their time here?

The music sucked, the lights too bright, the food okay, and only a few people were out on the dance floor. Granted, it was a good bunch of people. But everyone else mostly hugged the edge of the room, preferring to hang out with their friends and talk. 

Idia was one of these people, hanging by the corner of the room and playing games on his phone. He couldn’t even find solace in Ortho, who was having fun with some first years. Idia was glad that Ortho was having fun, at least. 

His citrine eyes peer up from under his lashes, scanning the room once again. Then he spots you, standing by the sidelines, not really hugging the wall like him, but not really jumping into the fray, as Idia would’ve expected. You just sway from side to side, the skirt of your dress swaying along with you. You look very pretty tonight, Idia has to admit, the color fits you well. 

Idia watches you for a bit, seeing you move to the side whenever someone would pass, not allowing them to brush any exposed skin. Your head was tilted down, eyes peered down at the floor and obviously trying to avoid those lights that were akin to strobe lights. You then lift your head up and your eyes meet with Idia’s. He sees you light up seeing him and start making a beeline towards the shut in. 

At this, Idia panics, hands getting damp as he fumbles to put his phone away and fix himself into something, hopefully, more presentable than the outfit he threw together last minute. 

You’re in front of him before he can even register it, smiling so brightly at him he swears you have some secret magic that makes rooms feel brighter. “Idia! I didn’t know you came to the dance!”

Idia laughs nervously, fingers pinching the cuff of his sleeve. “Ehe... y-yeah. The Headmage made all the housewardens attend..” 

You move to stand beside Idia, heaving out a sigh and shaking your head. You face Idia once more, now looking more weary than you initially looked. 

“Yeah, I don’t wanna be here either... It’s honestly too much.” 

There’s a tense silence that lingers after your words, at least that’s what it feels like to Idia, fidgeting with his hands and tempted to pull his phone out once again. When he inevitably does, you don’t protest, only sending him a reassuring smile and staring off into the dance floor. The air around you two softens and Idia relaxes, resuming doing his tasks in his game as you people watch. 

But then the music changes again and a much more popular song plays on the blaring speakers. Shouts of excitement echo through the room and many more students rush to the dancefloor, pushing past others to get to their destination.  

You and Idia are part of those people that are shoved past, bumping into each other in the ensuing chaos. Idia shrieks and you yelp, clinging onto one another to keep track of the other. There’s shouting and screaming and horribly loud and off-key singing to the lyrics. It’s all too loud, too much that Idia just wants to curl into a ball and disappear. He wants to go back to his room, he wants to go back to his games. He’s just a stupid shut-in, he shouldn’t be anywhere but in his room. 

But then he hears a shaky sob come from you and Idia snaps out from his rapidly self-deprecating thoughts. 

You’re crouched on the ground, palms pressing against your ears and eyes shut tightly. You rock forwards and backwards lightly, chest stuttering as you breathe. He’s not sure, but Idia feels like your breathing is ragged. 

Idia is quick to crouch down, hands reaching out to you, but not knowing where to place them. Now that he’s closer, he can hear you mumbling, but that damn music overtakes you.

“A-Are you okay?!”

Idia hits his forehead. Of course you can’t, this music is so loud. He resolves to hold you by your upper arms, trying to get you to stand. You allow it, thankfully, and soon enough Idia is leading you from the vibrating room and down the hall. 

He gets you towards where the vending machines are and you lean against them, hands still over your ears. 

“I-Is this better?” 

Idia sees you nod, only a bit, eyes cracking open the slightest bit. He doesn’t know why, but his arms go to wrap around you, squeezing you tightly. 

He hopes he’s doing it right.

❛MALLEUS DRACONIA❜

Malleus isn’t well-versed in human emotions and the things he says sometimes with a blunt tone confuses people. But he knows when someone is troubled, especially if that someone is you and nothing will stop him from ensuring your happiness.

The darker lights of the ballroom was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome. Malleus watched you from afar, where some other fae were conversing with you. 

You seemed to be having a good time, holding your glass delicately as you spoke. The dress you wore truly fit you, both in size and in style. He smiled lightly, but soon was brought back into the conversation that he was having. 

“So, my lord, may I ask about the young lady you’ve brought with you?” 

Malleus turns back to one of the elders, taking a second to formulate a proper answer. 

“Yes, them. They’re a dear friend of mine from Night Raven College.” 

There’s a bit of a collective nod, some hums, but that was it. 

“They seem nice, a fine lady.” 

Malleus nods, head turning to check back with you. The other fae still talk to you, a bit closer than when he looked away. Despite it, you still look comfortable, sipping at the glass in your hands. 

He debates on whether or not to go over to you, but decides against it, no matter how much he wants to be near you. He hears bits and pieces of the conversation, mostly about his and yours relationship. Malleus can’t help the touch of a smile that spreads across his features. 

The night continues on, a bit too boring for the prince and he longs to be by your side, joking and laughing with you as you do with the people that surround you. It just goes on and on and on, seeming as if there’s no end to it all. 

Though, as the night gets dark, more and more fae come and go, talking to you, asking you questions about Malleus and yours’ relationship. It eventually gets to the point where some younger fae have you backed into a (metaphorical) wall, getting a bit too nosy, a bit too close for Malleus’ comfort. 

It seems they’re also too close for your comfort as well, one of the fae inching closer towards you, asking questions about you and about humans. One even dares to grab your wrist, inspecting the bracelet that was on your wrist. Unfortunately, that hand also held your glass and, in the shock of being grabbed so suddenly, you dropped your glass. 

The shatter of it echoes throughout the ballroom and it seems as time comes to a standstill. Malleus finds himself focusing on you and only you, seeing your eyes widen, body shaking as your chest stutters in breath. It’s like he can hear your heartbeat from where he stands, your heartbeat that starts to run faster, worryingly so. 

The fae that had grabbed you releases you quickly and stutters out apologies, yet it’s futile. It’s futile when he sees you grip your wrist tightly, staring off. Malleus feels white fire beginning to curl under his skin, setting his glass aside to stride over to where you are. The fae around you scatter quickly as Malleus approaches, hands so gentle as he gently grabs your shoulders, you who is still shaking, eyes shut tightly. 

“Child of Man, what’s wrong?” 

He sees you shake your head, whimpering out things that he couldn’t understand. Malleus can feel the stares of the people around him, the confusion of their prince fretting so much over a human. He resolves to take you away from the ballroom, hugging you close to his body and soon disappearing into a flurry of fireflies. 

Reappearing in the gardens, Malleus settles you onto a nearby bench, crouching in front of you and holding your hands in his own. Tears finally stream down your cheeks and weak sobs slip from your lips. He sees you shake, feels your hands tremble in his own, and that hot fire is replaced with warm care.

“My dear...”

You still sob and shake, hands gripping onto Malleus’ tightly, as if afraid of him leaving you alone. While he doesn’t know what he should say, he feels like he should say something, but all Malleus knows right now is to not let go.

[kholran]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @lucientelrunya Thank you friend!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

26

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

297,713

3. what fandoms do you write for?

DMBJ right now, but in the past I have written for The Hobbit movies and Les Mis. I've written half a Weilan fic for Guardian but...

4. top five fics by kudos

I Will Go Now to My Pyre (DMBJ, RiSang, 262) And Here My Troubles Begin (The Hobbit, Barduil, 256) When the Stars Align (The Hobbit, Barduil, 220) I Get By (DMBJ, Gen/Liu Sang-centric, 215) Skin Deep (The Hobbit, Barduil, 205)

5. do you respond to comments?

I try to! Sometimes one or two falls through the cracks when I don't have the spoons to respond right away, but I do try and at least acknowledge them even if it's been ages.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably a little ficlet I wrote here on Tumblr and never put on AO3, in which one of the characters is revealed to have been dead the whole time. Usually I'm not about the super depressing endings though, just about everything else at least ends on a hopeful note, if not a resolved one.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think most of my RiSang fics end on a happy note, especially the one-shots and the exchange fics. Love Light, Ordinary World, ADHAU, Wild Fire, Last to Know...I think they're pretty equally happy?

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not really, but I did get one bizarre comment on a fic where the commenter presumed to predict where the plot was going and then comment on how much they didn't like when things like that happened? Except it wasn't a fully published fic yet and the actual ending was...nothing at all like they predicted.

9. do you write smut?

I sure do.

10. craziest crossover?

I don't think I've ever actually written a crossover. Crazies fusion fic was definitely Les Amis Do Titanic (In Every Age).

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think so. I mostly write rarepair/pool noodle fic in a tiny fandom so...who's really going to take it?

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

I used to do a lot of forum-based RP, back when invision/tapatalk/proboards forums were all the rage in the early 2000s. In terms of fic I've published on AO3, I haven't. But that's largely due to the fact that I'm the slowest writer known to man, and I'd just end up frustrating any writing partner I had with my slowness ^_^;

14. all time favorite ship?

I think Weilan (Guardian) is the ship I've read the most fic for overall. But it's definitely not my longest-term ship or anything.

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The Weilan Mermaid AU I started back in like...2020? I fell into the DMBJ pits before I finished it and idk if I'll ever go back to it at this point.

16. what are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm good at setting scenes and writing things that people can visualize, so that, I guess?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Oh god dialogue. I cannot write a normal conversation to save my life. What even is normal human interaction?

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Nah. I mean I'll use a word here or there, if it's something very commonly understood in the fandom (like calling Wu Erbai "Er-shu" or Zhang Rishan "fuguan" if that's how a character would address them in the show). But in terms of full sentences? I wouldn't be confident enough in my ability to write the language fluently, and even if I could, I'd just have to provide translations anyway. Far easier to say "...'said so-and-so in [language]."

19. first fandom you wrote in?

Like, EVER? I had a generic American Girl doll that I named after a Baywatch character and wrote a story for her when I was like...9? Does that count?

20. favorite fic you've written?

I'm still really proud of Ordinary World. It's not my most popular by any measure, but I put a ton of work into it and I still enjoy re-reading it sometimes. Plus I'm proud of the fact that I churned out nearly 60k words in like a month since it was for an exchange that had a deadline.

Tagging: @merinnan @eirenical @xantissa @alxina @amidalogicdive (if you want to!) and anyone else who may also want to, consider yourself tagged!

[queer-cosette]

AO3 tag game

Thank you for the tag @apopcornkernel my love kissing u /p

how many works do you have on ao3?

45 right now!

what's your total ao3 word count?

According to my stats page, 781,604! Holy smokes, Batman!

what fandoms do you write for?

Right now, mainly Heathers, but I've also written for Les Misérables, Derry Girls, Monster High, Miraculous Ladybug, Total Drama, Equestria Girls, and Rainbow High, and have posted some original work on AO3 too (mostly poetry).

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

mArinette (a Miraculous Ladybug easy A AU)

today I woke up wanting to kiss you (plotless Duncney fluff)

Cute Boys With Short Haircuts (Miraculous Ladybug angsty one-sided identity reveal)

Mistlejoke (Miraculous Ladybug christmas fluff)

Waitin' on the Sunrise (shameless fluffy JDonica porn with plot)

do you respond to comments?

I try to lol. Usually I'll respond in batches because executive dysfunction is The Worst

what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ooh, does original poetry count? Because if so, Kathryn, a midlength poem I wrote about Kathryn Howard the fifth wife of Henry VIII who was beheaded between the ages of 17 and 22. Or maybe these are times that can’t be weathered (and we have never been back there since then), a story about a Miraculous OC discovering Hawkmoth’s identity.

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Personally, I think it’s The Dark Gate, part four of my Les Mis Winx Club AU. The happy ending is really earned and needed.

do you get hate on fics?

Not really since I stopped regularly writing for Miraculous Ladybug. Boy, that was a wild experience. The fandom was really big at the time and it was the post-Season 3 salt era, so Opinions were both abundant and poor in quality.

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

Yes indeed! I was born on the run (but I’ll die holding your hand) and Waitin’ on the Sunrise are both JDonica smut fics that I am very very proud of! They’re… very fluffy. You know that rule about how you see in fandom the stuff that was missing from the source material? Look, I just want my awful blorbos to be happy. And also to bang a lot.

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

Does On Se Sent Comme Par Magie count? It’s really more fusion fic, it’s the characters of Les Mis living out the plot of Winx Club. Look, it just… it made sense in my head, y’know?

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know, and I hope it never happens!

have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I did write an English translation of a fic I wrote in my native Scots! Never posted it, though.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have tried and miserably failed. I just can’t do it, babes.

what's your all time favourite ship?

Probably JDonica. I just… he’d kill for her?? And he does?? Does it get more chewable than that??

what's a WIP you want to finish but sometimes doubt you ever will?

Oh god I haven’t actually written anything for two months. I need to get back to Waitin’ on the Sunrise, The Last Faery on Earth (Part 5 of OSSCPM), and The Mystery Solvers of Derry (Derry Girls SDMI AU).

what are your writing strengths?

According to my beta reader for OSSCPM, readability, characterisation, and cliffhangers.

what are your writing weaknesses?

I’m really bad for run-on sentences - it’s not my fault, okay, I started reading Les Mis when I was sixteen and impressionable, and Victor Hugo did a number on my psyche that I doubt will ever be reversed because unfortunately Vicky Huge-ho lives rent-free in my skull and whispers in my ear to just use more semicolons like the whore he is.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve written in Scots before, which was fun! I kind of want to do it again, but the Plot Bunnies aren’t cooperating right now.

first fandom you wrote for?

I think. Technically. It was a documentary about Sperm Whales that had a really sad ending that I saw when I was six and I wrote a little book that gave it a happier ending, if that counts? If not, probably Equestria Girls. Although, thank god, my early fic experiments are all stored on a hard drive that will never see the light of day again.

favorite fic you've written?

I was born on the run (but I’ll die holding your hand)!! Fluffy JDonica smut for the win!!

tagging: @theladyfae @private-bryan @galahadwilder @swxxtcidxr if yous want to xo

[maglor-my-beloved]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @i-did-not-mean-to and @runawaymun, thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

219 - 2 of which are art, 1 a podfic

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

168,925

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tolkien, exclusively (except for that one Welcome to Night Vale fic I wrote for my partner)

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Flowerpot Incident - Maglor, attempting to sneak into Imladris to check on Elrond, gets knocked out by a flowerpot. This is not how Elrond imagined the reunion with his foster-father.

Home Through Shadows Journeying - Maglor finds Eärendil, unconscious and injured, and is faced with a choice - take the Silmaril and leave, or risk his life to save Eärendil's?

Tend to the Flame - The Fëanorians, returned at last, move to Formenos and turn the ruined fortress into a city of crafts and creation, a place of second chances and a home for those who do not know where they belong. Their family grows over the centuries, and Míriel's last work is in time completed. (Or, what if all my blorbos were friends and lived in a cool city together and bonded over an arts&crafts project)

So do our Minutes Hasten to their End - Caranthir and Haleth - their lives, their relationship, their deaths. And their son, Erestor.

I promise you I'm not broken (I promise you there's more) - A strange Elf comes to Eregion. Celebrimbor meets a long-lost cousin. (Maeglin Lives AU)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do try, but I don't always manage

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This Coming End - Celebrimbor's last letter to Elrond as Eregion falls

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I'll say Tend to the Flame, because the ending is pretty much what I imagine a perfect life to be

8. Do you get hate on fics?

haven't so far, surprisingly, except for that one person berating me for posting 75 unrelated drabbles separately rather than in one work (and funnily enough, I know people who have gotten hate for doing the exact opposite, so... you can't please everyone, I guess)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! mostly (exclusively) kinky smut, because I'm ace and vanilla smut does pretty much nothing for me, and I especially enjoy non-sexual kink

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nothing outside of Tolkien's works yet, but I've written a Silm/Mr. Bliss crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, though I'd like to

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I fell down an Elrond/Erestor hole two years ago and, instead of climbing up, started digging... don't think I'm getting out of this one anytime soon

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a lot of WIPs... I'd say the one least likely to ever get finished is that (very NSFW) Elrond/Erestor/Gil-galad Coup AU

16. What are your writing strengths?

dialogue, and I've been getting good at epistolary writing

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

action scenes, pacing, stylistic coherence over longer works...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic.

I like throwing in individual words in Quenya or Sindarin (titles, pet names, etc.) but don't tend to write full sentences... Seeing as the characters are, in universe, constantly speaking another language, it seems unnecessary to throw in a single Quenya sentence in a fic where the characters are already assumed to be speaking Quenya all the time (though I could see full dialogue in another language working in a fic where, say, the POV character does not speak the language being used)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Silm (not counting the half-written Les Mis Vampire AU buried somewhere in the depths of my computer...)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I'm very proud of In the Land of Fairies, and I'd say it's one of, if not the best fics I've ever written, but emotionally I keep coming back to Lilac, a sweet little Elrond/Erestor drabble that is very close to my heart And a special shoutout goes to Fawn, one of my recent favourites - Elrond/Gil-galad, with a twist

[breadvidence]

Notes on '34 part I—and no, I shouldn't admit to watching a 4hr 40min film twice in a week, but I've only got access to Criterion for the free trial period, and anyway I wanted to. As I said re: part III, solid adaptation overall. It starts less fun than it gets, keeping close enough to the novel as to not surprise you—it's not until part II that we get anything of that sort.

The innkeeper at the beginning has seen a lot of convicts pass through with their end-of-sentence payout, hasn't he? His estimate of the time it took Jean Valjean to earn his money is off by five years, and he exclaims over it, but he's not surprised to see a rough man carrying so much in funds. And he's not particularly alarmed over a threat of violence, either. He's an attempted cheat (because innkeeper, one presumes), but he's also helpful, a combination of fallibility and kindness which will run throughout this adaptation (an aside: I'm debating whether Jean Valjean's "early" release—less than a month's difference from the original sentence—for his feat with the caryatid counts as a sign of this version's kinder milieu, or if it's an insult).

I personally wouldn't have a violent overturning of the spirit due to Henry Krauss' bland Myriel but YMMV. Anyway, the bishop specifically purchasing Valjean's soul is one of my pet details and whenever an adaptation misses it I always get a little fussy.

Valjean tears up his passport and I am immediately transported, I hear strains of music, I expect him to break out in a fine tenor—another story must begiiiiIIIIIN.

"What's the police view of all this, M. Javert?" "Fine and dandy, my dear notary. Fine and dandy. We'll see how things progress." — that's Fauchelevent, right? Is this the two people who hate Valjean being sarcastic and bitchy together about his inauguration as mayor? I think it is. Look, even Javert gets to have a friend in this adaptation. (It's my impression, at least, that there's enough of a time lapse between this scene and the cart for Fauchelevent to have come down in the world.)

Speaking of the cart: the dynamic between Valjean and Javert here is comedy. Valjean is irritable and dismissive—there's an ongoing fucking crisis and you are unhelpful, says his expression. Because he doesn't engage Javert when baited, it makes Javert's commenting on some man he used to know seem even more of an inappropriate waste of time than the usual—and Baur's loud "eh?" in response says as much. Javert's fixed stare, the back half-turned towards the cart—it's inappropriate. Instead of a threat, he comes across as a weird asshole. (As an aside, their "bonjour, Javert" "bonjour, M. le Maire" exchange, occurring as it does between tenser dialogue, teeters between silly and indicative of a whole interpersonal history—not a fond one, you can derive; this is productive, because we haven't otherwise seen these two interact.) (As a second aside, this scene is entirely different in tone from the Brick, but I don't like it any less for that; Baur is a brusque, irritable Valjean, and I can't imagine him wearing "an indescribable expression of happy and celestial suffering" [I.V.VI]).

The forewoman's discovery that Fantine has a daughter and Fantine's dismissal is really one scene, but the continuous action is interrupted by the cart sequence, an odd bit of storytelling—I'd say the movie really wants us to draw a connection between her secret being outed and Valjean evidencing his past. It's a little forced.

"She'll find [the francs]. Take it from me. Sure, she'll have to stoop a bit to pick them up. But she'll stoop, and once she starts..." Solid-ass villainy from Thénardier.

I want to have a considered opinion on Florelle's Fantine but she persists in coughing without covering her mouth and this completely eclipses everything else about the role for me. Can't handle it.

This is among the adaptations which make Javert informing against Madeleine a consequence of the cart scene rather than their conflict over Fantine. There's a coherent storytelling reason for this change having to do with the alterations the majority of these movies make to his character; that's a whole post of its own.

Two scenes later, Javert tells Valjean "Two weeks ago, after the incident with Fantine, I was furious and I denounced you"—it's a confusing fuck-up. The film is following the book closely here, would've had to alter the dialogue to match its own events, and simply didn't. Taking it on its own feet, you have to decide whether you think Javert is lying (why?), so flustered he has misspoken (??), or is experiencing some kind of mental lapse (???). Further, you've got him standing there, sweaty, jittery, in a state, over something he's known for—well, an ambiguous amount of time, but since he received his response from Paris in the same scene as Fantine's arrest, and we have since seen the Thénardiers receive and spend 300 of Valjean's francs, at least several days. He knows more about Champmathieu than he could have from the letter we saw, and in the novel he's been to see him, but the movie isn't explicit on the point, so the reason for delay is unclear. Mess. (All that aside, solid punish me m. le maire sequence—it's pulled more than less directly from the novel with intelligent abridgedment, starring a less conciliatory Valjean and the world's most uncomfortable Inspector Javert. Vanel's throat-clearing foot-shuffling entrance and Baur's bitchy refusal to acknowledge him is quality cinema.)

It's a fine tempête and trial, idk. Baur plays an acceptable Champmathieu, less nuanced than his Valjean, flirting with that edge of comedy which can tip the character into being uncomfortable—some of these adaptations you don't know if the show expects you to laugh along with the crowd in the courtroom.

Charles Vanel remains the most awkward Javert, even as the music in Fantine's sickroom swells and beats a dramatic villainous theme; it's something about his body language. He behaves himself uncommonly well for the character, doffing his hat in the presence of death. '34 really can't commit to the idea of his villainy in the way other adaptations do (see '78 and '98 in a big way), and it even stops short of laying Fantine's death at his feet. All in all a weirdly bland death scene. (By the by, while I enjoy Vanel and think he's a solid actor, he's not physically imposing—this isn't someone who can easily project threat like a Toulout or Quast. There's even a hapless edge to him. I get shades—bizarrely—of Crowe?)

[adhdo5]

[vibrating out of its chitin] Hiiiii

Some considerations are that tokiponization tries to preserve syllables, and likes to prioritize ~vowel harmony where schwas and inserted vowels are preferentially the same as the adj vowels; I think this is why some of these come off weird. Extending post further with my takes on this under cut. I won't be defining all of these words as I go so here is DICTIONARY

OK so headnoun la I do think poni hn kind of makes sense because while they use "pony" most simuilarly to "jan" ("soweli" emphasizes the wrong thing I think?) the Pony Flavor is so intentional and integral that "jan" isn't right either

Tokiponization proper la here's some thoughts

Twilight Sparkle - poni Wala Saku Preserving syllable count (discarding the bits of consonant clusters that sound less prominent to me) and tokiponizing the "ai" dipthong that shows up for both "i" as a makes sense to me bc the "a" is ime more present in how it's pronounced? And it harmonizes better with the a in Sparkle. The -le could also become an a, but it is on the other hand pretty closed so it makes sense to go for u or o for that; I think u sounds a bit cuter here which is the reason

Pinkie Pie - poni Pinki Pa Pi makes sense here but a) "pi" is a word and ~tokiponization likes to not be words? Also I really think "a" is more prominent in the "ai". "Pa" just sounds more like "Pie" than "Pi" does 2 my ear

Applejack - poni Apata This is mostly because internal "u", esp next to an "a," disappears immediately in my mouth, so I don't like pronouncing it and harmonized it to the adjacent two sounds. Aputa or Apasa could work either way but I also tend to hear this j more percussive so I went with t instead of s

Fluttershy - poni Latesa The internal vowel could go just about any way? But I like e both for some form of orthography preservation and because it's more variation. Latesi is also very cute and nice to say with the increasingly more closed vowels, and I might go with that personally but Latesa preserves the sound better imo

Rarity - poni Lelisi This one I do prioritize the final vowel -y over the t before; Lelite would be my choice otherwise. I do like l more than w for the rhotic for her specifically, especially with her sometime-Britisisms

Rainbow Dash - poni Wenpo Te I do think this one can get w for the rhotic tho. I again think the "ei" dipthong sounds more like e than i, and this also lets the e harmonize with Te so it's nice to me

Spike - akesi Pa/Paje/Pake are all options who knows in this world... this one it's hard to find out what to prioritize

On elements: a lot of the ones proposed above are pretty sweet :D I do wonder if the elements could be usawi? I wouldn't midn it for a similar reason to not minding poni, but I'm not an usawi user or understander so idk. wawa headnoun or nasin headnoun as suggested also above could also work. If I'm being deeply self indulgent I would say kipisi or kipisi pona. I am a kipisi enjoyer

Actually translating them though is difficult bc the notions of Harmony and Friendship need to be approached tokiponically on the whole as well as the notions of the elements themselves. Half of these I would just translate as "pona" by themselves - wait . Hang on . Bear with me here

IN ORDER

wawa pi pali pona

wawa pi pilin pona

wawa pi toki pona

wawa pi suwi pona

wawa pi pana pona

wawa pi awen pona

I am running out of time b4 I go to choir, but extremely fast one sentence justifications

The synthesis power. This can be considered general friendship, benevolence, benefit, etc.; it encompasses all of them but it is also work and action. I think this clears up what Magic even is in the show and works with how Twilight starts and directs the group esp earlier on

The power of feeling good. Laughter is about positivity and persistence; entertainment yes but it's primarily about Having A Good Time

This is funny but uisn't honesty at its core communication that is reliable and useful

It might be strange for "suwi" to be considered not pona but I think it can be; suwi is something that is soft and pleasant foremost, and Fluttershy has being suwi on lock but over the course of the show learns where and how to apply that when it's appropriate and beneficial, and be kind rather than simply appeasing (both suwi, but only the first is suwi pona)

pana pona is pretty clear; good giving, good distribution, good emission. This could also be pali pona and magic lawa pona or sona pona but I don't really know it's not well defined. I'm sorry Rarity she's getting the short end of the stick here

Good remaining. Is good is remaining are you a jokester. Note however that this can both be staying that is good and the staying of good! It becomes being principled much more explicitly

SORRYYYYYY FOR 3000 PARAGRAPHS OF WELL ACTUALLY I hope this was interesting or informative at all I love toki pona

hi um i am going insane over the fact that a toki pona digital font (Fairfax Pona) added the community joke word for horse (poni) and then added 6 variants of it based on the mane 6??? Look at this. I’m in love

no idea how to translate half their names into toki pona. it could just be like. poni Apugaku but that’s ugly? Or it could be soweli tawa pi lanpan e kili loje (motion quadruped of stealing red fruit)

This is incredible omg

[lostquinn]

Les avoir, c'est avoir les ètoiles

Connor (dbh) x gn!reader

Fluff // pining // accidental confession

Summary - Connor pines over you at the police department until he sees Gavin Reed trying to flirt with you. The android puts the asshole in his place and kind of declares his love for you by accident.

Connor>>>> ps he can speak French in this because I said so u.u

Warning - implied harassment?

Word count - 968

Connors LED blinked a soft, calming blue as he watched you from his desk. Aside from work, you had become his latest obsession and you hadn't seemed to notice it yet.

He leant forward in his chair as you began to disappear further into the break room, lifing his head to get a better view. Hank kicked the desk as he noticed Connor, catching his attention.

"Go say something or get on with your work for Christ's sake," Hank grumbled as he looked at the android.

Hank had had enough of witnessing Connor pining after you, constantly getting distracted whenever you were around. The android acted differently around you, constantly fumbling and staring.

"I can't do that," He whispered, his eyes darting to Hank.

When he looked back to you, he noticed Gavin leaning over you. There was a cocky grin plastered on his face and he was too close for Connors liking. Connors eyes narrowed at the sight and his features hardened.

"It looks like you want to,"

Connor was already gone from his desk before Hank finished his sentence. He had Hanks mug in hand, planning to use it as an excuse to be in there. Hank watched Connor as he moved towards the break room, as if he was on a mission and stood up. He followed shortly behind Connor with a sign, ready to witness a fight.

"So, how about we sneak off to an interrogation and I show you-" Gavin said to you, he was interrupted by Connor pushing his way between the two of you.

You took a step back, relieved by Connors appearance. A slight blush glazed your face as you noticed him glance at from the corner of his eye. He seemed mad about something, you would have asked if Gavin hadn't started shouting.

"You plastic prick! I know you just follow orders like a lap dog so follow mine. Piss off, we were busy. Now stop being a cock block."

Connor turned his head to look at Gavin and you could just tell he was glaring at the other man. He dropped the spoon that he was using to make coffee before turning to completely face Gavin.

His shoulders were squared and you could hardly see Gavin past him. Your mouth sat agape as you watched Connor, noticing Hank leaning in the doorway from the corner of your eye.

"You have no respect for them Reed, you should leave them alone."

"Oh I respect them plenty. Stop stealing jobs from people you prick." Gavin tried to push Connor.

"You don't care for them they way they deserve to be cared for. Detective [name] here deserves to be worshipped, les avoir, c'est avoir les étoiles. You dont even deserve the time of day that such an amazing, beautiful person gives you,"

The blush on your face darkened as you listened to Connors words, leaning just enough so that you could see his LED glowing red. Gavin frowned at Connor as he spoke.

"You don't love them the way I do, you only care for their body so I suggest you leave them alone or I will remove you from the area."

Gavin left with a scoff, storming out of the break room through to the doors of the police department. Hank also left the breakroom, heading back to his desk to allow Connor some privacy, cursing over how oblivious the two of you were.

The android stood still, his back to you as his LED blinked yellow. "I said that aloud didn't I?" His voice trembled.

"Yeah- Connor?" You started, grabbing his sleeve and pulling his arm so that he would face you. "Did you mean everything you said? And what does the French mean-?" You stuttered, fumbling slightly through your words as you looked up at him.

"I did." He briefly pursed his lips. "It means 'to have them is to have the stars'" He locked his eyes onto the floor, shuffling his weight.

You placed one of your hands on his cheek, it was soft and warm. Thirium had been pumping to his cheeks and they glowed a soft blue - he was blushing. You traced your thumb along his cheek bone as you leant up and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

One of his hands held your wrist, keeping your hand on his cheek as he met your eyes. His eyes searched your face, memorising every detail as he had done so many times before. He had never been this close to you, his thirium pump pounding in his chest as he embraced the proximity.

"I'm glad you said something," you smiled at him.

"You are?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

You leant up to whisper in his ear, butterflies filling your stomach as you spoke softly. "I feel the same way,"

He moved his hand from your wrist to your hand, lifting it off of his cheek and tangling your fingers together. You were both nervous, unsure of who was to act next.

Connor broke the awkward moment as he placed his free hand on the small of your back, smashing his lips against yours.

Your free hand sat on his chest, bracing yourself against him as you melted into the kiss. It was too short for both of you but it being your first kiss and the two of you being full of nerves it was not supposed to be good.

He continued to place a kiss on your cheek, as you had done to him, then looked at you. His eyes were soft as he met yours, his demeanour had changed completely from when he had entered and he was back to being the Connor you knew well.

"Will you allow me to take you on a date sometime?"

"I would love that,"

[ohmy-kiszka]

It’s the Guitar Man

Jake Kiszka x reader

Warnings: mostly just sickening fluff, dad Jake

A very short blurb based on Guitar Man by Bread

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Who draws the crowd and plays so loud

Baby, it’s the guitar man.

You watch him on a video some fan had posted on the screen of your phone. It was better than nothing, you shrug, watching as his deft hands working themselves all over his Les Paul. You hadn’t seen him in over a month, since tour started. Every time he had to leave for tour, you find yourself desperately counting down the days until you reunite with him, usually taking a few weeks here and there to travel and see the world with your love.

This tour was different however. You had to stay home and wait, wait, and wait until he returned. He’d hated leaving you and his little girl behind, but the tour had already been set before you even knew you were pregnant. Both of you had decided that it wouldn’t be the best idea to travel so soon with Evelyn, who was freshly born six short weeks ago. So the only option was you stay home with little Evie, while Jake travels the world without you.

He can make you love

He can make you cry

He will bring you down

Then he’ll get you high

You sit on the couch in you and Jake’s cozy home. Phone balanced in one hand, and a sound asleep Evie stretched in your free arm. Maybe it was weird you sit and watched the fan’s videos for hours while he was gone? But you didn’t care, you just wanted to feel his presence, and that was the closest you’d get for a while.

Something keeps him moving

But no one seems to know

What it is that makes him go

A particular video came up of Jake interacting with a fan. The video automatically spurring a stream of emotions through you. You couldn’t help it when hot tears well in your eyes. You missed him so much. He stood in the frame of the video, chatting with the fans crowded around him. This is what he does it for, he loves watching the excitement and love of the fans around him. “I’m sorry if this is weird to ask, but..” the fan behind the camera desperately trying to relay a question to Jake, but trailing off mid sentence. “Go ahead love, it’s okay.” Jake motions towards the fan with such a look of adoration. “Well, um, how are you and Y/N? You know with the new baby and all. I know you guys are very private so I understand if you don’t want to answer-” she was nervously rambling so Jake cuts her off “We’re doing great.” He says with a soft smile. “She’s been at home with Evelyn while we’re on tour.” He continues “she’s been a real trooper, of course I love being on the road playing for all of you, but ultimately my girls are the reason I do what I do.” He states scratching his head with a small smile, nervous of how they’ll respond.

Then you find yourself a message

And some words to call your own

Everyone in the group gathered around Jake just gawks and awes at his response. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t doing the same as you watch it on your small screen. Between the postpartum hormones and the words jake had spoken so softly, you can’t help but to let the tears stream down your face in a steady motion. How did you get so lucky? You think to yourself, looking down at the baby cradled in your arms. “You’re lucky too little one.” You say to Evie, softly stroking her fragile head. “We really got lucky.” You let out to her, tears dripping down into your lap.

Then he comes to town

And you see his face

You’re snapped out of your gaze of your daughter, jumping at the sound of keys rattling at your door. It couldn’t be Jake? Who was it then? You lift yourself off the couch, Evie still wrapped in your arms, anxiously walking towards the door. He didn’t have a show that night but you knew he had one in three short days. You thought that wouldn’t be long enough for him to take a trip home, but you were dumbfounded as his caramel eyes meet yours as he walks through the doorway.

You meet him in the middle, your free arm wrapped around his shoulders. He promptly squeezes his a arms tightly around your waste. Both of you letting out little sniffles, in awe of each other’s presence. The arm you wrapped around his shoulder had pulled him down to your lips, by his neck. The kiss igniting something in both of you. Without speaking a word, your lips reveal to him exactly what you’re thinking, I’m so glad you’re home. Slowly moving his lips from yours, not loosening his grasp on you though, he hum’s down at you “I just missed you so much.” Grabbing your hand from behind him and leaving small kisses to your knuckles. “And I missed you too.” He cooed, leaning down to to place a kiss on Evie’s head, cradling her small form in his hand. “You’ve had your time with her, now let me hold my daughter Y/N!” He jokingly yells to you, stretching his arms out to meet your daughter. You watch as he stares down at her with so much love and adoration. You wish you could stay in this moment of pure bliss forever.

Night after night who treats you right

Baby, it’s the guitar man.

A/N: every time I hear this song I think of Jake, so naturally I HAD to write about it lol