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rosyfingereddawnn · 3 years

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only the black rose (chapter 8)

pairing: jimmy page x layla porter (oc)

warnings: big nsfw warning, drinking, jimmy being himself, fluff

words: 3.6k

summary: in the blink of an eye, it’s 1975 and layla’s suddenly joining led zeppelin for their north american tour. throughout the chaos, the band take a liking to her, she builds friendships with the boys, and love blossoms. but all good things must come to an end.

author’s note: so. layla’s a freak in the... well... not necessarily the sheets, i guess? more stressy hands because they're my weakness, and just... please savour the last bit of happiness you get here. that is all. (two more chappies to go!!!) hope you enjoy :) feedback as always is so very welcome!

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chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

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As she’s checking over the stage, ensuring the lights and speakers are set to do their job, Layla’s thoughts roam. After the chaos at the hotel pool, while everyone was asleep, Layla had been anything but. Her tossing and turning had disturbed Jimmy, who had pulled her further into his arms with a tired grunt. She lay there for another hour, her conversation with Jonesy running through her mind over and over. It was obvious she’d have to go back to her own time, and she missed her friends. She missed her mom. She missed everything.

Layla couldn't help, though, but think that maybe she didn’t want to leave.

She had made friends that meant the world to her, and… she’d found Jimmy. The guitarist had changed her life, and had shown her what it meant to love. She’s falling for him, and it’s not long before she hits the ground. It’ll be worth it, she thinks, for someone like him. Jimmy Page is a rare gem, precious, and she knows that she would spend her life trying to find her way back to him.

A throat clears from behind her, and, looking over her shoulder, Layla spots Peter Grant standing a few feet away. Soft smile resting upon his lips, he steps closer, placing a large hand on Layla’s shoulder.

“Layla, I trust everything’s going well?”

“Yep! Lights and sound are looking good, and the stage is set up. Anything else you need me to do?”

“No, this is perfect, dear,” Peter shakes his head, smile morphing into a smirk as he continues. “Though, you’ve been requested elsewhere. Follow me, Layla.” Leading her through the venue, Peter stops in front of a closed door, a laminated sign next to it reading, “Dressing Room: Led Zeppelin”. Turning to Layla, he holds out an arm, beckoning her to take it.

“Shall we?”

“We shall, Peter.”

Arm in arm, they walk into the room. Robert, lying elegantly across the comfortable couch pressed against the wall, has his eyes closed. He hasn’t thrown up yet, but his voice is hoarse, and he has a terrible cough. Knowing these boys as well as she does, Layla suspects that nothing will bring them down. The show must go on, after all. Bonzo is next to him, Robert’s feet in his lap. The drummer speaks quietly to the sick man, who answers in the voice of a 20-year smoker. Jonesy speaks in hushed tones to Jimmy, eyebrows pinched in worry. Jimmy, Layla realizes, has his finger in a bowl of what looks to be ice water, if the cubes of ice scattered across the table are anything to go by. From the doorway, Layla can’t hear what’s being said, but by the downwards tilt of Jonesy’s lips, she can assume Jimmy’s stubbornness is on full display again. Her entrance with Peter hadn’t been noticed, until Robert’s eyes open to slits and he sits up, a smile breaking out on his face.

“Peter! Ah, look, if it isn’t my favourite little dove…”

“Hey, Robert. How are you feeling?”

“Better, better,” Robert smiles, and stands up to pull Layla into a hug, hands splayed across her back. “All thanks to you, Layla. Seriously, thank you for taking care of me.”

Layla grins in response, waving at Bonzo as she passes. He lifts up a hand, as if to splash the woman, and her face lights up, a giggle flying out past her lips. Layla walks over to Jonesy, and he gives her an uncertain look, beckoning her closer. Leaning close, he whispers into the woman’s ear, a worried glance at the guitarist beside him following.

“He was in a lot of pain, even with the meds, so he, uh… found a bottle of Jack’s and… Layla, he won’t listen.”

As if on cue, Jimmy takes a pull from the large bottle of whiskey that rested next to him on the table. Layla hadn’t noticed it, walking in, but it stuck out like a sore thumb now.

“Hey, petal,” Jimmy slurs slightly, bottle in hand as he sends the woman a lazy smile. Injured finger in plain view now, Layla can see how the nail is completely black, the skin around it still dyed purple from the force applied to it. Layla shakes her head, eyes downcast, as she walks closer to Jimmy. She grasps the bottle of alcohol in his hand, replacing it with her own, a warm palm meeting his.

“Jimmy… you can’t just…” Layla drifts off, not wanting to argue with him this close to showtime. They can always talk about this later, after all. Jimmy, noticing her internal battle even through his alcohol-fueled haze, pulls her into his lap. Jonesy, confident that Jimmy is in good hands, nods at Layla before giving the couple a moment to themselves. Jimmy brings a finger to the apple of Layla’s cheek, stroking it almost hesitantly, as though she would break under a stronger touch. Layla’s eyes, once meeting his, drift to his plump, pink lips. They shine in the artificial light, as he swipes his tongue across to wet them.

“Layla,” Jimmy starts, snapping her out of her trance. Her eyes meet his, and he smirks at her dilated pupils. She knew he had caught her staring, she wasn’t exactly subtle about it. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“What is the meaning of life? Please, answer seriously. This is important.”

“Jimmy, I didn’t peg you as someone who indulges in drunk philosophical discussions.”

Jimmy huffs a sigh, and leans in closer, pressing a quick kiss against her lips. Pulling back, he looks at their joined hands, before meeting her eye once more.

“Humour me.”

“Well—”

Before she could answer, Peter floats back into the room, telling the boys to follow him backstage. It’s showtime, and Layla doesn’t want her guitarist to leave yet. Jimmy looks at her expectantly, green eyes searching her face as though the answer to his question was written in the curve of her lips.

“It’s okay, Jimmy,” she says, squeezing the hand in hers, passing courage from one to the other. “We can continue this after the show.”

Jimmy nods, and releases her hand slowly, not wanting to break the contact. Layla hops out of his lap, and helps him stand. Her lips meet his in a soft kiss, as she presses their foreheads together. Their eyelashes flutter against each other, and the scent of citrus, tobacco and pine was ever-present, invading all of Layla’s senses. Jimmy pulls away first, and walks to the door, glancing back at her over his shoulder. She smiles at him, adrift in the empty dressing room, and he smiles back, walking out the door.

“Good luck, angel.” Layla whispers, voice swallowed up by the silence of the deserted dressing room.

Making her way to the familiar lip of the backstage area, Layla’s hands wring together, her lips bitten red. Robert hadn’t sounded well at all earlier, and Jimmy… It seemed like he was deteriorating right before her eyes. The mixture of codeine and Jack Daniels killed the pain, sure, but he was no longer the sharp, pragmatic man she was falling for. He was too caught up in the burn of the drink down his throat, a way to forget the agony rushing through his hand like a current. Bringing her attention back to the stage, she spots the boys, who share a loaded glance. Robert takes a deep breath, and launches right in. ‘Rock and Roll’ passes without a hitch, save for some voice cracks. If anything though, they add to the authentic performance, the crowd electric as usual. ‘Sick Again’ stuns, followed by ‘Over the Hills and Far Away’, and all is well, until ‘How Many More Times’ rolls around.

It was small. Insignificant, really. If Layla hadn’t been searching Jimmy’s face, entranced by the way his brow furrowed as he got lost in the music, she wouldn't have noticed. Breaking apart from the rest of the band to complete a complicated lick, Jimmy’s fingers trip up on the fretboard. To the audience, the only consequence is a slight dead note in the midst of heavenly riffs. Gazing over at Jimmy, however, Layla could see the discomfort in the downwards tilt of his lips, and the pain stiffening his shoulders. She could see the anger flaming in his dark eyes. Jimmy recovers well, delivering attack after attack, though his solos, from that point on, tended to go a little off-track. Whether from nerves or self-doubt, Layla didn't know. But she knows him. She knows the guitarist will let it cloud the entire night. She knows he’s gonna pick the show apart, minute after exhilarating minute, looking for the smallest flaw. Layla knows that she’ll be there for him through it all.

No matter what.

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With a hoarse thank you and a flourish directed at the audience, Robert finally leads the band off-stage to voltaic cheers. Robert, ecstatic as ever during the concert, seems to deflate the second he gets off. With a nod and a soft smile at Layla, he disappears into the depths of the backstage area. Jonesy and Bonzo pass by with tight-lipped smiles, clapping her on the shoulder as they follow Robert. Jimmy is the last to appear, and the reason for the rhythm section’s warning glances becomes apparent immediately.

Jimmy scowls as he approaches, eyes glassy, as though she were looking into a clear stream. Layla can see herself reflected in them; can see the worry reflected in her own gaze. Slipping a hand around his bicep, she steers Jimmy into a corner. He refuses to look at her, even as her hand tilts his face upwards softly.

“Jimmy, love, that was—”

“Shit.”

“No, not at all,” Layla steps closer, a hand finding the familiar spot on his cheek. “It was a great show. You saw the audience, Jim. They loved you guys!”

“It was shit, and everyone knows it. If I could just—”

“Jimmy, come on…”

“—be good enough, this would have gone differently.”

Layla’s breath catches, eyes as wide as saucers as she steps closer to the guitarist, who turns away. His gaze at the floor never wavers as he paces, muttering to himself.

“Jimmy, look at me,” Layla stops him in his tracks with a hand at his back. His shoulders heave with deep breaths as he tries to calm himself down. “You played a good gig. It doesn’t matter if you missed a note or two. You came to play a great show, and you did.”

“But it isn't enough. These people came here for an extraordinary show and we couldn't deliver. I couldn't deliver, and—”

“Hey—”

“—if my finger wasn’t broken, we would have been as good as we’ve always been. This is my fault.”

“Jimmy, this isn’t on you. You did nothing wrong.”

Jimmy’s hands fly up to land in his hair, as he pulls at it almost unconsciously. Layla grips his cheek lightly, as the other hand comes to rest at a thin wrist, pulling it away from the dark locks it had latched onto. Jimmy averts his eyes from the woman’s earnest gaze and turns his back once more, treading a hole in the wooden floor of the backstage area. Layla’s palm rubs soft circles into the fabric of his cardigan, patches of whispering dandelions catching on her fingers. From her place behind him, she can see the way he’s beating a fist into the palm of his injured hand repeatedly, perhaps a way to atone for a mistake that hasn’t been committed.

“I fucked up this tour. It’s my fault. I can’t do everything I know I can do, and that’s on me. I just…”

“Jimmy…”

“I can’t do this anymore!”

Layla shrinks back slightly at the exclamation form the man, who is shaking like a leaf. His head drops, long hair hiding his face once again. Recovering quickly, she spins him around carefully to face her. Hands cupping his cheeks, she presses her lips to his. His eyes flutter closed and he immediately reciprocates, a hand pressed to Layla's hips; his new favourite spot for them. Jimmy lets out a whine of pleasure, and Layla pulls away, looking into his tired eyes.

“Jimmy, listen to me. You did play well. I am so, so proud of you. Okay?”

“...Okay. I’ll… work on trying to believe you.”

“That’s all I can ask for.”

If Layla sees the sparkle and shine of tears on the man’s cheeks, she doesn't mention it as she grabs his hand, leading him to an empty room, locking the door immediately.

Finally away from prying eyes, Layla unfurls the guitarist’s hands from their clenched position, bringing the injured one up near her mouth. Gazing up at him, eyes shining in the dim light of the room, she presses a chaste kiss to each finger, slowing as she reaches the one painted shades of purple and black and blue. Jimmy nods, exhale shaky, and she presses the softest of kisses to the tip, hoping to cause pleasure rather than pain.

Jimmy’s hands slide lower from their place on her hips to cup her bum lightly, in case she was uncomfortable and wanted to slip out of his grasp. Her lips find his again as he pushes her against the large table in the middle of the room. Layla lets out a whimper, swallowed by the mouth against hers, as Jimmy’s tongue laps at her bottom lip, asking for entrance. He’s always been soft with her, but this new side of the dark-haired guitarist excited her. The kiss was over as soon as it began, Jimmy pulling away to stare at her, close enough still that their noses touched.

“Petal, I… We were gonna take it slow, and we will, but if you're ready…”

“I’m ready.”

Jimmy smiles, crashing his lips against her quickly, passionately. Pulling back once more, Jimmy smirks as Layla chases the high the feel of his lips gave her. Pressing into his space again, she frowns, which makes Jimmy chuckle. Layla’s hand reaches up, twisting in his hair.

“Angel,” Layla starts, a light tug on a mussed ebony ringlet following the nickname. His mossy eyes were dark with desire, and he placed his lips on her neck, kissing a trail down her jaw, stopping at her collarbone. Slipping the sweat-soaked cardigan off his shoulders, she traces a line down his cheek, eyes glued to his blush-red lips. “Can you lie down on the table for me? Please do try not to break any other body parts.”

“Haven’t I told you I’m afraid of heights?” Jimmy laughs, and with a small smile thrown over his shoulder, he hops up onto the table.

“You overlooked that, love,” Layla says, unbuttoning her blouse ever-so-slowly, surely teasing the guitarist, who leans back on his elbows. His eyes follow her every move as she takes off the rest of her clothing. “Now, I feel like you might have too many clothes on, Jim. We need to be even, after all.”

Slipping his pants and underwear off in record time, he reclines back, already hard. Fully exposed now, Layla climbs up onto the table as well, straddling the man’s lap, before sinking herself onto him. A calloused hand lands on her hips, helping her find the perfect position, until a soft groan rang through the near-empty room. Jimmy’s hands move up to her breasts, toying with the woman’s nipples, much to her delight. Layla grabs onto his chest for support, craning her head back in pure euphoria at the sensation, the hollow of her neck exposed as Jimmy raises up to nip at it. Grinding her hips to the rhythm of the man’s soft groans, she trails hickies up his chest and neck.

“Something to remember me by.” she says, looking at him with dark eyes, a haze of lust filling them. Hand gripping Layla’s ass tightly, he brings her ever-closer, a mumbled “fuck” leaving the woman’s kiss-bitten lips. The guitarist’s face is creased with absolute exhilaration, as he rocks back and forth to the movement of Layla’s body on his. The couple didn’t know where one ended and the other began. Ecstasy fills the room, and whispers of praise flow like music from lips bruised and bitten.

“You did so well today, angel. You’re incredible.”

Jimmy raises up once more to capture her lips in a bruising kiss, a hand raking through the woman’s hair roughly, landing on her throat. Jimmy squeezes it lightly, warningly, and presses his lips to Layla’s once more, swallowing the shriek of pleasure she gasps out.

“You liked that, petal?” Jimmy’s hoarse voice reaches Layla’s ears almost belatedly, too caught up in the pleasure of his hands on her, though she nods as if her life depended on it. Panting hard now, Layla quickens her pace, noises of pleasure growing louder. With the friction of his hand on her, roaming everywhere it could reach, Layla felt divine; heavenly in this embrace. Leaning down for a heavy, passionate kiss, Jimmy’s hand finds her hair again, and he tugs on it hard. The pain elicits a moan from Layla, as she reaches her peak.

With a stuttered breath, Jimmy releases as well, gasps leaving his lips as he looks at Layla reverently. The wetness from her core rushes over him as she lays back down beside him, spent. Back arching as she pants, her head turns to face him, faces painted with bliss.

In a post-coitus haze, Jimmy has his arms wrapped securely around Layla’s shoulders, as her head rests on his chest. Layla giggles tiredly, as her breaths ruffle the dark hair on Jimmy’s chest. Looking up at him, she’s pleased to see him looking right back at her.

“That certainly cheered you up, didn’t it?”

“You’re the best at cheering me up after all. This, of course, was just a bonus.” Jimmy noses at her messy hair, smelling a combination of fresh linen, sweat and her shampoo; hints of strawberry and mango tickling his nose.

“We should get up, the boys are probably looking for us,” Layla says, dragging light fingers across his stomach, watching goosebumps appear on the pale skin. Whether it’s from the sensation or the chill of the table, Layla didn't know, but she’s comfortable in his embrace, in danger of drifting off.

“What if we just… stayed here forever. They can find another guitarist.”

“You’re pretty irreplaceable, Page,” Layla whispers, reaching up to press her lips to his jaw. “I mean, who would the boys chaperone if you were gone?”

“Chaperone? I’m not that bad. I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Right, so Robert was lying about the time you refused to sleep for 5 days out of pure adrenaline? New York, 1973, I believe it was?”

“...”

“That’s what I thought. We need to have a serious talk about your habits, Jimmy.”

With a chuckle from the guitarist, the two lapse into a comfortable silence, as Jimmy presses a kiss to the top of Layla’s head, nuzzling it with his cheek.

“Hey,” Layla shifts to look up at him, eyes filled with adoration. She felt as though she were looking at a star. Beautiful and shining, but out of reach, as much as she wished for the opposite. She knew this couldn’t last, though she’d savour every last minute of it that she could. “I need to… tell you something.”

“What’s wrong, Layla?”

“Nothing’s wrong, really. It’s… kind of the opposite, actually.”

Jimmy tilts his head in confusion, turning on his side to face her. He looked like a puppy, hair wild about his head, and Layla couldn’t help but giggle at the sight.

“S-So,” Layla shifts, nervous all of a sudden. Jimmy grips her hand in his, and nods when their eyes finally meet. “Do you remember what you asked me earlier? About the… meaning of life. You might not remember, you were a little out of it, and—”

“I remember. You’re rambling, petal. What’s going on?”

“Well, it’s… it’s love. The meaning of life is… love. Jimmy, I…um…”

“What is it? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I’m… I guess... What I’m trying to say is,” Layla says, taking a deep breath as she looks into the eyes that captivate her, and make her smile, and set her on fire. “I’m falling in love with you, and I just… Yeah.”

Jimmy grins brightly, surging forward to capture her lips in a kiss bursting with joy. He laughs into it, as their noses brush together, his finger tracing nonsensical designs across her side.

“Very eloquently put, Porter.”

“Oh my God, I just confessed that I’m falling for you, and you focus on—”

“I’m falling in love with you too. I thought that may have been obvious, considering the state of this poor table.”

“W-Well,” Layla stutters, blushing crimson as Jimmy’s plush lips tilt up in a picture-perfect smirk. “Put your clothes on, Page. The boys are probably waiting for us.”

Jimmy laughs, but redresses in his stage clothes, turning to stare at Layla as she slips her jeans back on. Buttoning up her shirt and flattening her hair, which frizzed up like a halo around her flushed face, she gazes over at Jimmy. Crowding into his space, she put a hand to the back of his neck, up on her tiptoes to peck at his lips once more. He slips a hand to her cheek, and deepens the kiss. Pulling away to glimpse the golden smile that rests on Layla’s lips, he feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest. Arm in arm, they walk out of the room, twin smiles nearly splitting their faces. Jimmy glances over at Layla, and can’t believe just how lucky he is.

Screw falling in love, he thinks.

This is love, and he knows it for sure, now.

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winxwrites · 4 years

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Focus on Me

Pairing: CEO!Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral, office sex, exhibitionism (kind of?)

Word count: 2.1K

Description: Your husband has been working tirelessly to complete a business deal. You show up to his office and do your best to take his mind off of things.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Henry so hopefully it isn’t too bad. Feedback is appreciated ❥

“Mrs. Cavill,” one of your husbands business associates greeted you when he noticed you at the front desk.

“Tom!” You exclaimed greeting the man.

“I was just explaining to this nice young woman that I need to head upstairs. For some reason she’s not letting me.”

He placed a friendly kiss on your cheek before addressing the girl behind the desk. He addressed her in a tone that was only half joking.

“You probably don’t want to give her a hard time, her husband writes your checks.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the man who’d you’d become rather close to over the course of your relationship with Henry. You followed him to the lift.

“I can’t believe you said that. God, she’s gonna hate me now whenever I stop by.”

The man only laughed as the doors of the elevator shut.

“I’m sure Henry will be glad to see you. We closed the deal with Austrid Corp. two days ago but he’s still been tying up loose ends. Maybe you can get him out of his office before 10 tonight.”

You hummed as response as the elevator halted and the doors opened.

“Missus,” he sent you a final cheeky grin before heading off to resume his own work.

It wasn’t long before the elevator stopped once more, signaling you had reached your husbands floor. You took the familiar stride down the hall before reaching the part of the floor he inhabited.

His assistant Justin looked up from his laptop when he heard the clink of your heels.

“Mrs. Cavill,” he stood up to greet you formally.

Justin was fresh out of college and definitely a favorite in the laundry list of your Husband’s assistants.

You tilted your head in the direction of your husband’s office. “Is he in? I brought him something to eat.”

The young man looked conflicted as he responded. “He is but he’s um... He’s really busy.” He stuttered out his words. “He said not to let anyone in. He has a really important conference call and he doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

Justin flashed you an apologetic look. You knew Henry was overworking himself and you were determined to get his mind off of things, even if that meant taking him away from work for a moment.

“That’s okay, I understand. I’m just gonna pop in and give him this,” you gestured to the bag and cup of coffee in your hand.

Justin opened his mouth to object but you cut him off and headed for the door of Henry’s office.

“Thanks Justin.”

When you walked in the first thing you heard was your husband’s voice. He was talking to several people and seemed to be wrapping things up.

It took far longer than it should have for him to notice you’d entered his space. Surprise surfaced on his face but he quickly regained his composure and proceeded to finish his discussion.

In the meantime you’d removed your jacked and made yourself at home in his large office space. You padded over to the window and took in the generous view the expanse offered.

You were dragged out of your solace when your husband spoke your name.

“Darling what are you doing here.” His left eyebrow arched up in a familiar way.

You revealed the bag and cup in your hands. “I come bearing gifts,” you placed the items on top of his desk.

Not even the temptation of food seemed to lift the stressed look on your husband's face.

“Y/N I don’t have time to eat right now I’ve got another call coming in soon.”

Rolling your eyes you walked over to him and perched yourself on his desk.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to even get up here? God, it’d be easier to pop into Buckingham palace and visit the queen.”

At that your husband let out a genuine laugh.

“Darling you really shouldn’t be here. I have a lot of stuff to take care of and I-“

You cut him off before he could add anything else.

“Henry you’ve been working way more than anyone needs to. Babe I know you’re stressed just let me help you, okay?”

Before he could respond his laptop rang signaling an incoming video chat.

A mischievous smirk spread across your face. This could be fun. Henry shot you a warning look before answering the call. “Behave.”

You hummed a response and got up from the desk. Your husband made the necessary small talk before getting into the depth of the meeting. You paced around the office as his conference became background noise.

You withheld a smirk as a devious idea entered your mind. Positioning yourself directly in front of the desk you slipped the right strap of your dress down your shoulder. Henry continued looking at his screen never breaking concentration.

Wanting to push him further you pulled down the other strap until the top of the dress revealed an ample amount of cleavage. Henry glanced up briefly before looking back down at his laptop.

It took several beats for him to realize what you were doing. You heard men on the other side of his screen discussing numbers and figures as you tugged the dress down your waist.

The silky material pooled on the expensive rug at your feet. There you were stood stark naked in front of your husband and anyone lucky enough to see into the high-rise space. Henry was visibly flustered, his attention focused solely on you. A grin curled the corners of your lips as he flashed you an authoritative look.

“Mr. Cavil? Your company is in agreement correct? Mr. Cavill?” The voice on the other end finally grabbed Henry’s attention.

You laughed as he did his best to regain composure. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry Mr. Kim my secretary just popped in to ask a question, she was just leaving.” You knew what he was trying to say. “Where were we again?”

As the man began to explain himself, Henry took the opportunity to briefly mute his end of the call.

“Come here.” The authoritative tone of his voice sent a flash of warmth to your core. He pointed to the spot beside his desk.

You innocently strode over, enjoying the sensual sound your pumps made against the hard wood floor. Henry flashed his eyes to the spot he wanted you in. “Sit down here.”

Once he’d unmuted the call you knew better than to argue. You sat near his legs patiently waiting for the call to end. You began to grow restless at the boring exchange he was engaged in.

An obnoxious sigh left your lips as you looked up at your him. Nothing. Not even a glance in your direction.

There was something about Henry in CEO mode that always turned you on. Seeing the businessman side of him sent a sense of arousal through you that wouldn’t subside.

Henry slid back in his chair and cast you a look when he felt you tug at his pant leg. He knew what you were asking for but he refused to give you permission.

He had a playful glint in his eyes as he turned back and continued to talk to his associates. You took this as an opportunity to move between his legs.

Henry visibly gulped as your hand reached up to cup the crotch of his pants. Your fingers traced the outline of his semi erect member before locating his zipper. Henry’s breath hitched in his throat as your hand slipped into his briefs and removed his cock. You were pleased to see a thin stream of precum already leaking from the engorged head.

You were already in enough trouble as it was, might as well finish the job. You looked up wanting to see his reaction as you leaned forward and licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the head. You could practically feel your husband’s concentration slip away from the businessmen and towards you as you took his tip in your mouth and began to suck.

It took everything in Henry not to end the call and bend you over the desk at that exact moment. He reached down and cupped the back of your head, guiding you further down his shaft.

His overzealous hand created a steady pace as he fucked into your mouth. You happily accepted him further into your throat taking everything he gave you. One of your hands played with his balls as the other made its way to your exposed cunt. You were sure there would be a puddle there by the time the conference call was over.

A soft moan left your mouth as your finger drew circles over your clit. The vibration sent a surge through Henry and he himself released a low moan.

The men on the other side of the call must have heard something as one of them asked if everything was okay.

Henry regained composure and cleared his throat much louder than necessary. “Sorry just had a tickle in my throat. With the weather changing and all I think I’m coming down with something.”

If your mouth wasn’t stuffed you would’ve cackled as one of the men suggested tea as a remedy for Henry’s supposedly sore throat.

You removed his cock from your mouth completely and placed kisses over his shaft. His cock was scattered with traces of your lipstick stain. You could tell he was close by the way his thighs clenched underneath your palms.

Deciding to relieve him of his agony you took him back into your mouth as far as you could. You used your hands to grip the parts you couldn’t take in. Henry pushed you further onto his cock as he wrapped up the discussion.

The conversation couldn’t end fast enough for Henry as he felt your tongue lick over the underside of his dick. You knew it was only a matter of seconds before he’d come undone.

Henry slightly thrusted up as his orgasm pulsed through him. You did your best to work him through it, swallowing every drop he gave you. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue showing him not a single drop remained.

Henry remove his hands from your hair and reached to close his laptop. You took the tip of his cock into your mouth and sucked gently before your husband finally addressed you.

“You know you’re going to pay for that when I get home, right?”

Even through his threat you could tell he was thankful for the release. His thumb moved to the corner of your mouth to swipe some of your lipstick that had smudged.

“You look so pretty from this view.” He grabbed your hand and guided you to sit in his lap.

“Thank you for that. You always take care of me so well.”

You ran your fingers through his curls. “Does this mean you’ll be home before dark tonight?”

Henry smirked and moved his hands to grip your exposed waist. “Of course love. I’ve still got to give you your punishment. Although, I could take care of that right here…” you could feel his dick twitch against your thigh at the implication.

Another stream of arousal ran through you at the proposition. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

Three rapid knocks on the door garnered both of your attention.

“Mr. Cavill, Mr. Stevens just sent up some paperwork that requires your signature.”

The mischievous look on your man’s face told you he was in the mood to mess with you.

“Of course Justin. Just a second.”

You scrambled off of your husbands lap just in time to take shelter hidden by his desk. “Alright come on in.”

The assistant made his way in and handed the documents over. Your breath hitched as the man’s feet halted in front of the desk as he waited for the papers to be returned.

“Alright here you are.” Thank God.

Justin uttered a thank you and made his way towards the door. A cream colored article of clothing caught his eye. There was a beat of silence before he turned back to face your husband.

“I just... I could have sworn Mrs. Cavill came in to see you.”

You could hear the humor in Henry’s voice as he addressed the confused young man.

“Did she now? Haven’t seen her since I left home this morning.”

The curious man took in the sight of the dress and the take out items on top of the desk.

“My mistake.”

#henry cavill #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill smut #Henry cavill imagine

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backdraft-bimbo · 4 years

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tfatws 1x01 thoughts

Okay I already love it. This show has a very strong start–good exposition of the characters, the aftermath of the Blip, and the introductions of the antagonist force.

I’m super impressed at how “movie-like” it is visually and the unique tone is carrying on real well. I ended the episode being like, “I need more. That cannot be it.” It went by really fast.

First off, I can feel how different this show is gonna be from other Marvel content. Without even saying it directly, but by watching how the plot progresses and the politics and character interactions, it’s clear this show is gonna hit some sore spots for America. I’m so on board for that–it finally feels less super-hero-y and more human. Real issues. Real PEOPLE.

Sam is clearly struggling with the mantle of Captain America, and he knows that other people would too if he took it, so he doesn’t step up. And you can’t blame him, clearly Rhodes doesn’t either. It’s a hard role to fill, especially since Cap was your stereotypical strong white American hero. And anyone who’s not a complete ignoramus knows that there would be a lot of backlash and hate directed at Sam if he, a black man, replaced Steve Rogers. No matter how skilled and awesome for the role he is. Like literally just look at real life right now. This show announcing Sam Wilson as the new Cap juxtaposes the reaction by a portion of Americans in this show. Some people weren’t happy about it. Others loved it. It’s a mirror to our country’s long-standing flaws.

The whole segment with Sam’s sister and trying to get a loan made me so sad but like, it’s realistic. I’m glad we’re getting more good female characters in the Marvel universe, and their dynamic is really nice. I especially loved the ambience of the Wilson boat where Sam is standing there in silence, just staring off into the window with seagull noises in the background... it just felt really calming. There aren’t many quiet moments like that in action heavy Marvel films. It’s adding depth to the world. Also his nephews are so cute!

The scene where Sam is fighting mid air was so badass...bruh. Anthony Mackie CARRIES. I’m kinda overwhelmed at how much I know about Sam Wilson now just because of one episode. Shows that the tiny details really add a lot of depth and make them feel more real. Sam’s little “What’s up” made me giggle a lot. And the new air force dude, I’m a fan of him. He’s cute and I think he’ll be recurring.

Then there’s Bucky’s whole part of the episode, which I just gotta say broke my heart over again. He really is a compassionate guy who went through awful things and he’s just trying to find some peace, like he mentioned to his therapist. Which was such a strong scene, btw. I loved that. Also Sam has been texting him!! I’m so excited to see them interact and get that spicy dynamic we love, but alongside more serious moments where they open up to each other; letting down the walls Bucky has to confide in Sam, and Sam confiding in Bucky about his doubts in becoming Cap. I just really want them to bond. A lot. And hug. Pull throughhhh.

And Bucky with his notebook of peoples’ names that he needed to make amends (I think that’s what it was) was SO heartwrenching to see. You can feel him becoming more human as a character. No more Winter Soldier–we get Bucky Barnes now. You can just feel it in Sebastian’s performance how well he knows Bucky, and the guilt on his face when he interacts with that old Japanese guy was so tragic. It looked like he wanted to tell him he killed his son, but there’s that visible internal struggle of having to trust someone and knowing it won’t go well. I really really want to give him a hug.

But there was some humor sprinkled in this episode, which I appreciated. It didn’t feel forced though, more of like a Spiderman: Homecoming vibe where the humor is a lot more situational and how people would actually act.

Anyway I don’t want to wait another week. I have work tomorrow but if they released all the episodes at once I would 100 percent binge it all into the early morning. GO WATCH IT.

#spoilers #tfatws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky #1x01

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logan-please-smile-speaks · 4 years

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[Long, Tw food (in depth descriptions), brief references to unnamed heavenly beings of no specified religion, brief reference to hell. Not really any angst. Just good Dadza.]

[Hurt/comfort my beloved]

Me: i can't write

Also me: writes an entire fic by accident while telling my friend about an idea I had

(I'm gonna need this ask back at some point so don't keep it too long, okay? But make sure to take care of yourself (unlike Techno sksksks))

(How many words is this) (Cenn I've been writing this for like 3-4 hours. I've been hyperfixating on this)

-@2ble

I had this really cute idea where Techno gets sick after doomsday and Dadza takes care of him (for an animatic, or? How should i draw techno?)

Phil's Dadza side kicks in. He gently pushes Techno, who is in full garb back into bed. "Techno, you're sick. You can't go."

"But I haven't streamed in 2 weeks!"

"Rest."

Techno turns on his side in bed. Dadza gently pulls the blankets up and tucks them around Techno. Techno begins to cough, and the coughs rack his body. Dadza's expression is soft and concerned. He rubs his hand on Techno's back until he stops coughing. Techno closes his eyes. He's exhausted.

Dadza takes Techno's crown and places it on the bedside table.

He observes his ill friend. Techno is nothing like what he was up until Doomsday. He seemed--weak. Vulnerable. Sick.

"Have you had anything to eat, Techno?"

Techno doesn't open his eyes. He shakes his head. "I ran out of food a few days ago. I meant to get more but..." Techno doesn't want to admit that he couldn't get downstairs. He doesn't want to admit to weakness, to vulnerability. But everytime he thought of searching through chests, of trading with the villagers, they just seemed so far away.

Phil noticed a tear leaking out from Techno's eyelid. If he brushed it away, Techno would feel worse about his state because it would mean he was in fact vulnerable.

"I'll make you some stew."

Phil goes downstairs and tends to the fireplace. The fire seemed to have gone out sometime between now and the last time Phil checked on Techno.

How long has the house been this cold?

Phil builds up the fire and puts a cauldron over it. He makes mushroom stew because he doesn't know if techno can stomach rabbit stew.

When it's ready, he ladels it into a bowl and climbs the ladder.

Hanging off the ladder by one hand, he calls out. "Techno, stew's ready."

Techno's eyes flutter open. He sees his friend holding out a bowl of food and his eyes widen.

Phil notices that Techno is sweating and the blanket strewn to the side, only covering his feet.

"Are you too hot mate?" he asks.

Techno is broiling but he can't summon the strength to take off his outer clothes. His body refuses.

He's more focused on food. He's starving, and his body uses up what little resources it has left to sweat.

Phil walks over and puts the stew on the table. The heavenly aroma fills the room.

"Let's get this coat off of you." Phil reaches around Techno and unclasps the chain on his neck. He gently pulls the coat off of Techno's arm but he's still laying on it.

"Techno," Phil says.

"Whaaat," Techno drawls.

"You got to let me get this coat off ya mate."

Techno lets out a deep groan, then turns over on his stomach so his other arm is towards Phil.

Phil reaches under techno and grasps the coat. He pulls it out from under Techno and off his arm. The sleeve turns inside out. Phil fixes the sleeve and hangs up the coat.

Techno's shirt is drenched in sweat. He rolls over and starts fidddling with the button closest to his throat, looking up at Phil.

"Here, I'll get that for you." Phil undoes the button. He can't imagine how tired techno must've been after Doomsday, that he just collapsed in bed fully clothed, not even bothering to loosen them.

At least he took off his armor. Sh-t's heavy, he thinks. Phil ignores the fact that after the adrenaline and excitement wore off, the sore and tired Technoblade probably couldn't move with it on.

Phil pulls the blanket off the bed entirely, folds it, and places it on the table next to the stew. He pulls off Techno's shoes and socks and puts them near his coat.

They were also drenched with sweat, not to mention the smell--but it doesn't bother Phil all that much. He's smelled worse. He's frowns at the imprints on Techno's legs from the socks.

Phil loosens the rest of Techno's clothes. Techno seemed to were his tightest, least comfortable, most regal outfit to Doomsday.

Lucky for them both most of that was just accesories and pins, and Phil could easily remove those.

While Phil was doing this, Techno had been lying on his back, eyes closed. Though Techno tended to be stone-faced, Phil noticed the relief on Techno's face.

"How you feelin', Techno?"

"Philzaaa,"

"Yeah?"

Techno opens his eyes halfway, just enough to see Philza and the bottom of the bed.

"Do you have water?"

Phil procures a water bucket from his bag. "Thirsty mate?"

Techno looks at the water bucket and a small smile creeps over his face.

Phil smiles at his friend. He moves to the head of the bed and looped his arm and tattered wing around Techno and sits him up.

He holds the bucket up to Techno's mouth and tips it to his lips. Techno sips gratefully as the cool liquid pours over his hot, dry mouth and down his throat, cooling him from the inside.

"You've lost quite a bit of fluid, mate."

Techno lets some of the cold water slip out the sides of his mouth and drip down his face. His skin is boiling. The water dropelts running down his skin feel like heavenly beings allowing drops of mercy to fall upon him in the pit of hell.

Techno pulls back briefly to swallow and catch his breath and Phil rights the bucket. Techno leans in again for more water.

After drinking his fill, Techno leans back and wipes his mouth with his arm.

"All done, Techno?"

Techno swings his arms up knocks the bucket out of Phil's hand, dumping it on his head. The gush of water cools Techno, drenches the bed, and spills all over the room. Phil can't help but laugh. He picks up the bucket and scoops up the water source. He puts the bucket back in his bag.

"Had enough of the water?"

"Philza--I gotta be honest with you, Philza I haven't felt this good in weeks."

Phil laughs again even louder. The two friends are now in a good mood.

"Well now your stew is probably cold too." Phil tastes it. "Actually it's a bit warm still. Not too hot, either."

Techno scoots towards the wall and leans on it. He reaches for the bowl.

"Oh, no you don't."

"Phil, I'm a grown man-pig. I can hold a bowl."

"Maybe on a good day, Techno, but three minutes ago you couldn't sit up by yourself. No offense mate, but I don't think your arms have enough stamina right now. Now come on and eat."

Phil lifts the bowl to Techno's lips and lets him sip at his own pace. He pulls it back.

"How does it taste?"

"Pretty good but could maybe use a little salt."

"Eh, you probably need electrolytes as well after sweating through your clothes and drinking all that water."

Phil put the bowl on the downstairs counter.

Phil found salt in the downstairs chest and stirred it into the cauldron.

He heard the bowl fall to the floor behind him. It fell facedown and spilt on the floor.

Phil swore quietly.

He got a new bowl and more stew from the cauldron.

"How is it?" Techno inquired.

"Try for yourself," Phil said. He smiled as he held the bowl to Techno.

Techno looked at the bowl, then up at Phil. He took a sip.

Techno pulled back and looked at the bowl.

Phil thought he may have tainted the stew somehow. "Is it bad?" he started to say.

But he didn't quite get out anything after "Is" because Techno cut him off.

"It's delicious." Techno looked up at his friend. "Philza Minecraft, you should be a chef. This is the most wonderful thing I've ever tasted."

Phil chuckled. "All I did was add salt, what ya mean?"

"Phil, you have to sell this stew to the rest of the SMP. We could get rich!"

"Techno, I think the sickness may have gotten to your head a bit."

"Phil, I've never been more serious about anything in my entire life. We could be the the most powerful people on the server!"

"We already are. We just blew up a country. Down to bedrock."

"But we could get even more rich and powerful!"

"Well I'll be happy to listen after you eat. And rest. And bathe."

"I don't need to bathe."

"You're not getting out of it. You reek, mate."

"You can't judge me by the smell!"

"I'm not worried about the smell so much as what the smell tells me about your body. I don't know when the last time you washed was but it was definitely before Doomsday and I can't have you laying in your own sweat and filth for much longer. It's sh-t for your health, Techno."

"Philza--"

"Please just eat, Techno."

Techno leaned his head forward slightly and Phil pressed the bowl to Techno's lips.

Techno closed his eyes and savored the flavors. They were so pleasant, so soothing, so comforting. They reminded him of a time when he was safe and there was no betrayal. No war. No need for violence and bloodshed and destruction.

Phil, being a good Dadza friend, made sure that Techno ate an entire bowl. He brought Techno another bowl upon his request, of which he ate half, then left the other half bowl on the table in case Techno got hungry later.

After changing Techno's bed to clean, dry sheets and tucking his friend back into bed, he went downstairs to clean up the spill. He told Techno he would be back at sunrise to check on him. Though he might come earlier just in case. Sunrise was just the latest. Phil had decided that since Techno had gotten through the brunt of his hibernation and was now waking up sick, he should check on him at least twice a day.

Phil scrubbed the dried stew off the floor. He wondered what could've made Techno love it so much. Mere salt couldn't have made it so delicious, could it?

Phil finished cleaning the floor and the bowl and put everything away. As he was about to leave, he stopped. Eyes locked on the cauldron. There was something about it.

I can't leave that there, he reasoned. It will go to waste. If Techno like it, I can't let it waste or burn. I should freeze it outside.

Phil took out a bowl and knelt in front of the fire place. He scoop up big, full ladels into his bowl. Could it be that the soup was really that much better with something as basic as salt?

Phil dipped his finger in the bowl and sucked the stew off of it. He was instantly transported to his childhood. His mind played out feelings of safety, of healing, of comfort, of rest.

He heard his family laughing, remembered learning how to fly, the first time he soared high, feeling the wind beneath his wings. He remembered when Wilbur was born, holding the tiny baby in his arms, filled with love. "I'll always protect you. I'll always be there for you." When he met Techno, when he built the bee farm, and so on.

Phil was moved to tears. He felt loved. He felt like someone loved him no matter his flaws, his mistakes. Phil cried.

It was not out of pain but rather emotion. He wiped away his tears and drank the rest of the stew in his bowl, but it only caused more tears to stream down his face.

Techno was right.

Outside, watching through the window was the one who made the soup what it was. It wasn't Phil's salt.

He stood on his hind legs, paws pressed against the wall of the house.

He had been listening to the two friends talk, had been watching protectively as the wind ruffled his thick white fur.

He was Technoblade's guardian.

Soon he would be called Steve.

2ble this is literally amazing hello????

#ask #anon #under the 2ble #food mention #food tw #tw sickness #crying mention #technoblade #philza #philza minecraft #long post #steve the polar bear #fave tag

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lizacstuff · 3 years

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Sen Çal Kapımı / Edser ask from episode 43 (2x04)

AKA Serkan’s episode.

There is also speculation about episode 44 based on the fragmans and a few random asks

(Asks under the cut)

Anonymous asked: Hey, Liza! How did you like the ep? I still get chills when watching the diary x video scene and the final one.. Finally the truth is out to both Serkan and Kiraz! And that fragman! 😍 but It seems like Aydan filing for custody will be the new drama, do you think it will last long? Because I highly doubt that they will give solely happy edser and Kiraz in remaining episodes..

My full episode thoughts are here, but I agree the diary and video scene was spectacular. It makes me teary every time.

I’m also psyched that the truth is out. Truthfully, I was one that wanted Serkan to find out at the end of the first episode, but now I concede that it was better to draw it out a bit to really build everything up to this episode and his journey to letting go of his fears. What a character arc they gave him. They really explored Serkan and what drives him this episode and it was a treat-- a painful treat-- to watch it all unfold and for him to finally admit what had driven him to push her away all those years ago and what was still holding him back in the present.

As for what’s next, that’s a great question. I agree that it’s unlikely we’re going to get happy Edser family from here on out, there has to be some obstacles and drama before we get to the end. The Aydan custody drama will clearly be the conflict in episode 5, but I don’t see it as any real barrier for Eda and Serkan. We see in the second fragman that Eda is already confronting Serkan about it, so if Aydan is doing something underhanded they can’t draw it out too long.

I assume that while the custody thing may cause a wee bit of miscommunication between Eda and Serkan, I think it mostly will serve as fodder for Aydan and Ayfer’s relationship dynamic and give the supporting characters something to run around and chase after while Eda, Serkan and Kiraz actually start forming their new family unit. If anything it might serve as a catalyst for Serkan. Picture it, Eda confronts Serkan about it and Serkan is like “I don’t know anything about that, I wouldn’t do something that would hurt you or Kiraz, but I do want her, I want us.” You know, serve to clarify things.

There are probably a few episodes of family drama in store for us as everyone, including Eda, Serkan and Kiraz adjust to this new reality. I assume once the euphoria of having her Baba back wears off for Kiraz, she might ask some questions that are hard for Eda and Serkan to answer. We shall see.

Anonymous asked: i don't think i've cried THIS much at an sck episode... in like ever lmao. i was full on silent sobbing at serkan watching kiraz's baby videos.. but the scene i really loved the most was the one where they have it out after that fancy dinner. it was EVERYTHING we needed to hear serkan's POV and i almost can't believe a lot of us got the "can't have kids" theory right. i have loved so much this season how edser have communicated, even when it's painful and hard.. it was sorely missing for them.

I know! The communication! I don’t think they’ve ever communicated like this. Of course their issues were not as deep and nuanced back in the first batch of episodes so going this in-depth wasn’t necessary, but they didn’t communicate like this when dealing with Babaanne or when it was really needed after the amnesia era.

Honestly, so pleased the “can’t have kids” theory was correct. It goes so far in explaining his actions and thought process when pushing her away, as distorted as that thought process was. It truly was selfless, because I’m sure all he wanted was to hold her tight and never let go, but it was also so unnecessary. Their love story has just been so tragic, but if you think about how many things were stacked against them, it’s also stunning that their love has persevered. They were so opposite and unlikely to fall in love to begin with and then you add in all the things that stood in their way, meddling mothers, family secrets, Serkan’s father being responsible for her parents death, evil, rich, powerful grandmother using everything in her considerable arsenal to keep them apart, psycho stalkers, kidnapping princes, crashing planes, amnesia, brainwashing and abusive exes, plotting “friends,” tumor, cancer, separation!

To come out of all of that and to see they are clearly still in love with one another... well they really don’t have any other choice. They should get married immediately with no pomp and circumstance just so they are legally tied together. So when the next tragic, catastrophic thing comes along it will be that much harder to pull them apart.

Anonymous asked: deniz and burak are the most harmless "3rd party" characters we've ever had in the show that it almost makes me laugh when ppl get so insecure about them.. especially with burak, knowing that he's gonna be melo's love interest, even if i don't want it. like, sure serkan is naturally gonna be jealous, maybe possessive, because of "buba" but it's all being shown right now as light comedic relief.. i've seen some people REALLY take it to heart when it really doesn't seem like it's that deep lol.

I know, it’s all so mild. They also aren’t actually even third party love interests, because there is absolutely zero interest from either side of the main pair. Both are there to a) serve plot purposes and b) show that neither Eda or Serkan is interested in anybody else. It’s nice, we get to see that while they both have had options, neither has been able to move on and both have chosen to remain alone.

As for driving the plot, Burak’s presence was necessary because they needed someone who Serkan thought was Kiraz’s father, and Deniz was necessary because they needed someone who would do whatever Serkan wanted when Serkan wanted to force proximity with Eda.

Looking at the fragman, the real “triangle” might be Buba - Kiraz - Baba but I also think that will mostly be played for laughs. A way to give us some “Drain the pool” and “Burn the flowers” type jealousy moments from Serkan, since that was a hallmark of Ayse’s early writing.

However, I can see why some folks were put-off by that vibe. Because, yes, if you’ve been standing in as a male-figure for the 5-year-old daughter of the woman you’re tying to woo (let’s not pretend that’s not why Burak takes such an interest in Kiraz) and the father that the 5-year-old has been wanting and pining for actually re-enters the picture, maybe you don’t need to force your way in and have “Buba day” the day after he returns. I’m not saying you can’t have it ever again, I’m saying you let the family have some alone time and figure things out. Anyone with any emotional intelligence would postpone such an outing. However, it looks like Serkan is not put off so easily and we know he doesn’t lose, so it will probably lead to humorous scenes.

The good thing about this is that it shows that Serkan won’t sit passively by. Here Burak is giving him an out, Serkan can have his day back, go to work, he can slide into fatherhood slowly, but looks like Serkan is going to have none of that and is going to crash their fishing outing. How’s that for someone who said he wasn’t ready for fatherhood a mere 24-48 hours earlier?

Also it’s worth noting that Kiraz doesn’t see Burak as a father-figure, if she did she probably would have joined Ayfer and tried to get her mom to marry him. Instead she’s been almost obsessed with her father, talking about him, dreaming about him, wanting him and was very quick to correct when someone mistook Baba and Buba. Also she wanted Buba to meet her father. So Kiraz wanting to spend time with him isn’t a slight, in her mind he’s a friend, an uncle and with all the upheaval keeping their plans might feel safe to her. We’ll see.

martha0206 asked: Hi! I love your pinned post. That moment was perfect. Also, I loved the sad and emotional scenes as well as the funny ones. The episode was amazing!!! ❤ Serkan made Kiraz dream come true and I've rewatched that scene and cried because it's too beautiful and touching 🥺 K: Dad? S: Happy Birthday, my daughter 🥺😭❤

Ahh... this post that was pinned. Thank you for the kind words, I also love that scene. I just love it because it’s such an EXTRA thing to do, putting on the astronaut costume and making an entrance like that, but both Serkan and Eda have always been so extra that it works for their little family.

I love that he made Kiraz’s dream come true in the most dramatic way possible. But beyond being dramatic, it was the perfect way to signal that no matter what fears or hang-ups Serkan had, he’s committed to getting over them and he’s ready to go all in on fatherhood. A perfect way to show not only Eda that he’s serious, but to show all their friends and family he’s serious. DO YOU HEAR THAT, AYFER? He’s back and he’s going to be her daddy, and there is nothing you can do about it!

Anonymous asked: do you think the writers goal is to make us hate Ayfer and Aydan? because its just a deeper and deeper hole for these two and I don't understand if they're supposed to be a happy family at the end. I actually realized going back that Ayfer never really developed into liking Serkan/Edser, she just accepted him one day and that was that but with Aydan, her character development was top tier up until episode 29 came along and she never recovered. Now I just want them gone.

LOL, I think this is a pretty popular sentiment among fans.

Personally, I need to see how badly Aydan is meddling in the next episode. If it’s fairly inept meddling that just causes some mild misunderstandings but also serves as a catalyst for an Edser conversation about the future, I probably won’t get too upset with her. However, if her meddling is more competent this time and she gets them into real trouble or causes real problems, then I’ll get annoyed with her. Although, I have to say if we need a few episodes of drama, I would rather this sort of controlled, family drama (meddling mamas causing a misunderstanding about custody) then, you know, other melodramatic things that certain other writing teams used to do... like kidnappings and obsessed stalkers.

As for Aydan, I can’t help it, even though I can never forgive her transgression in 29, I feel sorry that she lost out on so much of her granddaughter’s life. So if she wants to come in and cause headaches and drama for Ayfer (not Eda, Kiraz and Serkan... but Ayfer) then I have no problem with that. As far as I’m concerned those two can run around for the next few episodes playing cat and mouse while Eda/Serkan/Kiraz quietly form a family.

Honestly, I don’t think they want us to hate Aydan, because they give Aydan funny scenes and relationships outside of Serkan with Kemal and Seyfi and even Engin and Piril, but I have wondered if they want us to hate Ayfer. Because Ayfer doesn’t get any redeeming scenes. I mean we’re talking about a woman who managed to raise her orphaned niece and her niece never wanted for love and turned out to be a strong, smart, confidence, successful woman... sooooo she must be awesome, right!?! NOPE. I mean to take a character like that, who had to have been so instrumental in Eda not feeling lonely like Serkan did, but then make her so unlikeable... it has to be on purpose.

Anonymous asked: I loved this episode of sen cal kapimi. I wasn’t so mad at the pregnancy thing. I know lots of fans are but I really liked how they made Eda and Serkan emotional and we could understand them better. I just hate how all the people who don’t like the show anymore have turned into toxic haters. It’s so frustrating. If she show isnt working for you, then why do they keep watching? 🙁

This happens in every fandom where the show keeps going and takes turns that some fans don’t like. My best advice is to not expect others to change or to stop watching or stop hate tweeting/posting, but to take steps to change your own experience so they don’t ruin it for you. I can’t tell you how many people I currently have muted on twitter. Lots. I don’t want to see the cynical, nasty tweets day in and day out about this show, the writers etc. Twitter has always been hard to take because so many people post their knee-jerk responses there and often choose to word vomit their first emotional response which for some people is mostly negative. That is true for every fandom, and has been true for this fandom since I started looking at responses there.

So to protect yourself, seek out people who are enjoying the show and post content that you want to see and mute, unfollow or even block those who make your experience worse.

You’ll never regret curating your experience.

Also I don’t really consider this fandom toxic. Sure there’s negativity about the storyline and internal drama about a variety of things, but after you’ve been though shipwars that get hella toxic and include fans trying to destroy actor’s careers and who attempt to use social justice issues to bully their fanon ships into existence on a constant day-after-day basis for years, this is nothing. This fandom is a daisy-lined, sunlight walk in the park in comparison.

Anonymous asked: For the way they treat their child's SO, I prefer Aydan over Ayfer. Ofc Aydan has been selfish & rude to Eda but Aydan saw her as a respectable foe even when she didn't like Eda. Even now her ire has been directed more at Ayfer than Eda. Ayfer eventually accepted Serkan but never seemed to like him. I get why she thought he was bad for Eda but often her anger has been unwarranted. Ironic how mad she was at him for keeping a secret from Eda for 2 weeks. Even now we see how Ayfer's anger sways Eda

I also prefer Aydan over Ayfer, here’s my recent post on it.

The problem is not that Ayfer never liked Serkan, the problem is that Ayfer never care that Eda did like him. Ayfer can dislike him all she wants as long as she doesn’t interfere, but oh wait, she has interfered, time and time again. She’s used guilt and manipulation in attempts to control Eda at every turn, to the point, at times, of not caring that she was forcing Eda to sacrifice her career as well as her love.

It will be interesting to see Ayfer’s response when she realizes Eda is going to let Serkan into their lives. Will she double down on badmouthing Serkan and pressuring Eda not to get involved with him, or will she smarten up and back off? I think we know the answer to that.

Anonymous asked: Hii! I’m curious what they will come up with for the remaining episodes, I mean, drama-wise, cause no way will Ayse give us 7 episodes of Edser x Kiraz happy family time 🥺 but sure, that is also reasonable since Turks need drama to keep watching

You know, as I said above, I’m very curious about this. To be honest I didn’t really expect Eda and Serkan to be at this emotional place by the 4th episode. I mean they’re not totally ready to get back together, but they’ve both made it obvious that they still love one another, and that is kind of a big milestone in a romantic story.

Seriously, my assumption prior to the season was that we’d have these initial finding out episodes, and then Eda and Serkan would still be sort of outwardly pretending that they didn’t want to get back together, or still angry at one another, but then they’d be forced together by Kiraz. You know there’d be some parent trapping, and a handcuff episodes and then Kiraz would manipulate them into living together and we’d get all sorts of domestic sexual tension scenes. Now these things may still happen to some degree, but Edser is starting from a very different outward emotional place than I thought they would be. I assumed we’d get another 4-5 episodes of slow burn, forced proximity before they admitted things and got engaged. But now it feels like their feelings are out in the open and they could decide to get married at any moment.

So we’ll have to see how the writer’s decide to chart their emotional journey over the remaining episodes. One thing I’m sure of, there are some wonderful scenes coming our way.

Anonymous asked: I'm back and happy to say that Engin delivered!! THAT is how you use a side character. (Not whatever they were doing with Ayfer for what seemed like half the episode) This was a perfect scene for these two and had no business being as emotional as it was

Oh, yes, as I said here in my episode thoughts, the Engin/Serkan scene is the one that really started me crying on first watch. Anil was really fantastic in that scene and it made me realize how sorely I had missed Serkan/Engin as male best friends who actually talk about their emotions. Where was that guy when Serkan was being brainwashed and manipulated by Selin!?! Oh yeah he was in the hands of inept writers.

Glad the real Engin is back!

Anonymous asked: Serkan's vehemence against wanting kids, and his dislike of kids in general, make so much more sense with what was revealed.. we just had to be patient! I can't imagine wanting something so much, having it be your "dream" and being told it's impossible.. Serkan's method of dealing with it was trying to convince himself he never wanted it in the first place and trying to dislike the topic altogether. no wonder he was never close with Can either as an uncle... how heartbreaking!

Yes, I absolutely think that was part of it. He dealt with the fact that he couldn't have children by outwardly adopting the attitude that he never wanted it, even though he still knew deep down that it’s all he wanted with Eda.

Heartbreaking indeed.

Anonymous asked: i hate to think of more drama when it seems like we have such a fluff-filled episode next week.. but this week's conversations b/w edser have me thinking.. do you think a possibility of reoccurrence of his tumor, or just a scare could be coming as one of their "final" hurdles. except this time instead of making his mistakes from the past, he'll do it right this time. obviously everything will be resolved happily, but i was thinking of the possibility of this when serkan was discussing his health

While anything is possible, I don’t see a reoccurrence of his tumor happening because they had a scene where the doctor said he was in perfect health and that since it had been five years he now had the same chance of occurrence as an ordinary person. However, I suppose it’s not impossible that they give him some sort of scare so that he can prove he’s changed and that they won’t abandon his family if that sort of adversity comes again.

Honestly, if I was Eda, I would make him go to therapy as a condition of them getting back together. Make sure he develops some coping skills for the long haul.

Anonymous asked: the ending of the last episode was equivalent to ep 11 but kiraz version for me.. the whole build-up of serkan initially thinking he can't be her father - a good father - and his fears about leaving them both halfway culminating in him saying kiraz is a miracle, that she's perfect.. watching her home videos to showing up WHEN IT MATTERED!! for his daughter.. ugh i'm so glad there was that build-up, but also that it wasn't stretched out over multiple episodes.

Yes, I agree it was all really well done. It did feel like we had all the build up we needed to truly appreciate the moment and to appreciate Serkan’s extraordinary character arc.

He truly rose to the occasion at the right moment, and I love that his grand gesture not only made Kiraz’s dream come true, but it showed everyone his growth and acceptance of his role as her father.

Anonymous asked: can they just bring back Tahir - him and Melo had so much potential. let's just say he finally quit working for Babaanne and decided to come back to Istanbul to find Melo 😊

Yes, please! He really liked her! Though she never really liked him, lmao. She could have gotten there with time. Though, I guess if she really likes Burak I can get behind it. And by that I mean I won’t bitch about it too much. No promises. We shall see.

Anonymous asked: Anon here! Thank you so much for that explanation!!!! It seems really interesting, might just have to give it a chance now! Thank you kindly 😊😊

It’s a fun show and I do recommend it. Let me know if you start watching!

#Sen Çal Kapımı #Sen Cal Kapimi #edser #sck episode discussion #sck discussion #edser discussion #serkan bolat #sckask #asklizac #anonymous

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sovonight · 4 years

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true nature

(vamp/hunter au)

Atton tenses, and Cela is off of him in an instant, her lips already shaping an apology.

"Am I too--"

"You're taking too long." While he hates seeing her weak, he hates how she's been hovering over him more. "You're treating me like I'm--" porcelain, comes to mind, then precious, which brings a confusing twinge to his heart, "--weak."

He reaches for the first few fastenings of his shirt, making quick, rough work of the task her tentative fingers had lingered on too long, and bares the curve between his neck and his shoulder. "Come on. You're hungry, aren't you?"

"I am," Cela whispers, voice as weak as she looks, and gaze fixed upon his bared skin, almost against her own will. "But I don't want to--"

"Hurt me?" The empty sentiment is familiar, related by any vampire holding onto their facade of a human heart. While Cela's put up a cute fight with all her insistence that she keep him safe, the act is getting old. "I don't know what kind of kill is haunting you, but I'm not like them. I've been trained; I can stop you if you take too much."

He's grown used to the stare of her sharp, intelligent eyes, but feels their absence now as they go blank to process the meaning of his words. Hunger is powering down rational thought in favor of instinct, and whether or not she has the presence of mind left to believe him, tonight ends the same way.

When her gaze returns, however, it doesn't snap back to his neck-- it snakes down his torso, running over his stomach and hips. For a moment, he wonders if he'd misread the depth of her hunger, but she pulls the knife from his belt and presses it into his hand.

"With this," she says, her cold hand tight around his fingers, made to wrap around the handle. Her eyes are dark with hunger, yet something resolute still lurks behind them. "Can you stop me with this?"

"Easily," he says.

"Then I won't hold back."

And before he can smirk and privately revel in seeing her finally show her true nature, she pushes him down and sinks her teeth in.

* * *

The darkness above spins, and his head is far, far away as he lays half conscious on a sea of fabric. As his vision returns, the sea coalesces into a four poster bed, all curtains drawn but one, through which is a window his foggy mind registers as familiar. This is Cela's room.

It takes forever to lift his hand, but less to direct it to the side of his neck. He knows that if he stood before a mirror, he would see twin punctures in his skin, and a bruise formed beneath the crescent imprints of her teeth. The soreness in his shoulder builds until he cannot touch her marks any longer, and his arm falls heavily to his side.

Something jumps at the fall, tipping over the edge of the out-of-focus side table to clatter to floor, ringing loud in the otherwise quiet room. A blurry figure approaches, becoming clearer as it does, and bends down to retrieve the fallen item: his knife.

"You should keep this close," Cela says.

"Still worried you're going to kill me?" Atton says, his first words slow upon a dull tongue. Cool fingers reach over to brush his tousled hair aside, cupping his face as though to test its warmth before withdrawing back to her side.

"It makes me feel better," is all Cela says as she sits at the side of the bed, the mattress dipping for her weight. She picks something up off the side table and sets it up before him-- a tray of food.

"I'm not sure what you need," Cela admits. "I never thought I would... ever again. Perhaps I should have listened to more of Kreia's lessons."

"No, this is fine," Atton says. He tries to sit up, doing his best to pretend it doesn’t send his vision swimming, but by the looks of Cela's expression, he's not doing too good a job of it. Collapsing back into the covers, he gives up. "Gonna tell me why I'm so sore?"

"Tension," Cela says. "You... writhed, a lot. I held you down."

"So, we didn't...." He trails off long enough, and Cela looks at him with clear, curious eyes, then laughs.

"No. I've heard that it can feel like that, though."

"Only heard? Didn't you feel it when you were turned?"

She looks thoughtfully down at the covers for a moment, gaze lost in memory.

"Not really. But I am strange," she says. "I never felt such things to begin with."

She nudges the tray forward, a clear change in subject.

"You should drink some water, at least," she says. "You look like you need it."

"So I look like shit," Atton grumbles. "Nothing new."

Still, he makes another effort to prop himself up, and succeeds in shuffling himself higher against the fluffed pillows at his back. Then he notices that he's in a loose, pullover shirt... not the buttoned one he'd been wearing. His jacket, too, has mysteriously vanished from his person.

"I gave you access to my blood. I didn't say you could strip me," he says. Cela looks embarrassed.

"You-- I... made a mess. I didn't want your shirt to stain." As though aware that he'd find it a poor excuse, she adds, "It's alright, I didn't touch anything else."

"And my belt?"

"Well-- you can't sleep wearing a belt," Cela says, so firmly disapproving and stern over something so mundane that he laughs.

"Sure I can. I do it all the time."

"It's not right," Cela insists. "It's uncomfortable."

"And you care about my comfort, do you?"

"Of course I do," she says. She's got that soft look in her eyes again, the one that makes his heart twinge and feel weak. It doesn’t feel so bad like this, though-- not now that she’s taken him seriously.

"So, what did you think?" He finds himself asking. “How was I?“

"Your taste, was--"

"No, not that," Atton interrupts, before his face can go hot. “I meant....”

And in a realization that should hit harder than it does, he finds that he meant to ask what she had thought of him-- if she had found his body, not the contents of it, to her liking. Now that his head has had time to clear, he remembers how she had undressed him: her cold, efficient fingers had made quick work of his shirt and stripped it away, damp with blood. She'd sponged the last traces of salt and iron from his skin, and after easing a fresh shirt over his head, had carried him to bed and left him there, alone. She had looked as though she would have stayed, though. She had looked...

"You were very warm," Cela answers for him, when he never elaborates. His face is hot now anyway, and she smiles, wistful, at his flushed cheeks. "I don't need warmth, anymore... but I miss it."

"So come in and join me."

They both freeze speechless at that, and it takes Atton about five mortified seconds to realize the words were his, and spoken aloud. Cela, on the other hand, waits those seconds to grace him with another smile.

"You're sweet like this," she says, softly.

"Is that a yes?" He blurts out before his mind even has a chance to vet what he’s saying-- stupid, what is wrong with him? But his words no longer charm her, and the smile falls from Cela's lips as her expression closes off into an unreadable mask once again.

"I should leave," she says, withdrawing. "We will not speak again until your mind is clear... you'll thank me."

He doesn't think so. Then again, even he knows he's lost it-- first offering himself to her, then inviting her to join him. She leaves the room, and he lets his head fall back against the pillows with a frustrated sigh, willing unconsciousness to take him before his thoughts do.

#vamp exile au #sovo writes #atton: my heart hurts bc i'm not being taken seriously! not bc i'm being cared for and i'm afraid to think the care is real

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violetlunette · 3 years

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Hello~ In the Eri Critical post you mentioned you almost made Toru a makeshift OC and could I ask you to elaborate on that? She's a side character and imo Horikoshi hasn't given much to work with, so isn't any depth or expansion added by other writers gonna make her different to the canon? What metric do you use to judge if you strayed too far? I ask cause I'm writing a fic where Toru is more prominent and thus I will have to expand on her character.

This was a hard question for me to answer because you’re right. We have nearly nothing to work with when it comes to Toru, which sucks when you want to write a story with her. Therefore nearly anything we do is in a way “fanon.” I have run into this problem myself as I’ve tried to write her in a main role as well. So, this where I have to apologize to people who try to write for Eri. It’s near impossible to write for a character where we’re given only crumbs to work with without shifting them into Ocs. So how do we combat it? I dunno. But here’s how I try; The first question I ask myself is this, “is the character performing this action or feeling the way they are because that’s how they would in this situation? Or it because it’s how I want them to respond or feel?” If the answer is ever the latter, then I go back and think some more. For example, Toru likes Caramel. It’s her favorite food. If she turns it down, there has to be a reason; sore tooth, too depressed to eat, etc. She can’t turn down the candy just because I, the author, say so.

Don’t fall into the trap and make a character react the way you would. Make sure to ask yourself if this is how the character would do it.

Next what I try to do is take what little we do see in canon and expand on that. As for the metric for when I've gone too far—it’s complicated-ish? Below is what I know about Toru off the top of my head. If I’ve strayed too far from any of these points without a reason, then I either need to go back or make a reason that would make sense for her to act differently from “canon.” For example, Toru isn’t very strong in canon as she’s the third-worst in class. If I want to make her strong I would have to provide a reason why such as training montage or science magic. Keep in mind all my knowledge comes from the manga as I haven’t watched the anime. Hopefully, it’ll help when writing Toru.

*The biggest thing to keep in mind is that Toru loves her quirk and is very proud of it. In fact, she places a great deal of confidence in it, even when we see over and over that it’s not perfect. She’s vulnerable to cold, she can be revealed easily, etc. Yet she never tries to overcome these flaws, instead, she seems to ignore them. Thinking about it, she seems to have put all her eggs in one basket by focusing sorely on stealth in the story. (It’s said she can fight, but we don’t see anything impressive.) When she discovers her light manipulation, she works on that, but that’s because it's a part of her quirk. This can be a big weakness for her arc, refusing to admit that her quirk isn’t flawless and she needs to focus on other things like agility and strength building. **This would explain why she doesn’t get a real costume (outside of the meta reasons). In her head, she’s thinking she doesn’t need to waste time with armor, she just needs to get better at hiding/sneaking. (And being naked isn’t a big deal to her.) *Something that differs from fanon is that in canon she’s actually fairly confident. She’s usually portrayed as insecure about herself in fanfics because she “doesn’t have a face.” However, in the story, Toru seems to have the most confidence of all the girls. I have never seen an instance where she’s down about herself. This is most likely because her quirk allows her not to be judged by appearances. Actually, now that I seem to think about it, she might be putting her whole identity in her quirk, which is seen as pretty cool. *She seems to like to poke fun and tease others. She’s aware that she’s naked, but she doesn’t see it as a big deal. She sees it as funny—or at least people’s reactions to her being naked. When she strips she usually brings it to attention, then pretends to be shy or upset. **The fact her favorite thing is hidden prank shows adds to this. **She uses the lack of appearance to troll others too by saying she looks like a Geisha and an old saint. ***May have some knowledge in history. *She’s optimistic and always looks on the bright side when she can. *Usually easy going. Doesn’t seem to like dwelling on things. If she’s mad, she’ll huff and puff, but will then move on with her life. Though she may occasionally attack an offender. *She’s very friendly and bubbly. *She’s a bit of a ditz. An example is how she forgot to put a rage away in the light novels and knocked Aizawa out. *VERY SMALL, but I noticed she’s one of the few to get annoyed with Bakagou (for two seconds, but still). She was the only one to call him out when he told Izuku he should have fought Shigaraki and grumbled at him when Bakagou was happy no one else was going to be able to do the internships. YMMV, though. *She’s not a great student. This could be out of laziness or depending way too much on her quirk to get her through school. I think it’s the latter. As I said, she has WAY too much faith in her quirk. *She likes cute stuff, but in the manga, she dresses very casually. **Seems to be fond of no sleeve shirts and knee-high socks. *She worked with the Gadget Hero as an intern, so she may have a SMALL knowledge of robotics. **This feeds into the theory of how she got into UA, which states she found the off button. *She likes caramel candy the best. *She is confirmed to have two parents. Also, a trick I do is that when Canon doesn’t give me enough meat on a character, I look at their astrology! (And blood types for anime as Japanese have fun with the idea that personality can be affected by our blood types.) A lot of authors like to try and make things match for fun.

That’s all I got. I suppose the only thing I can say is that as long as you don’t stray too far from what we see in canon without a reason, write her however you want. Most readers will be forgiving with characters like this.

If anyone else can help, I’m sure we’d all appreciate it!

I really hoped this helped anon. Like I said, I wasn’t sure how to answer this, so there’s a chance I babbled and did everything but answer your question. Thanks for the message!

#toru hakagure #tooru hagakure #bnha #mha #writing for characters when we're given only crumbs #ooc #anon

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blaines-hayes · 4 years

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Stay. [Ethan Ramsey x MC]

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x MC

Rating: General/ For All Audiences

Words: 3.7K

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Summary: MC is leaving Edenbrook after receiving an offer of a fellowship in Seattle. She's hoping for a goodbye from Ethan who grew distant after hearing the news.

[1st person POV.]

"This is really it then," Sienna says.

Her voice draws me out of my thoughts, her small frame is leaning against the doorframe of my bedroom. I bring myself to laugh, but the tears welling up in her eyes serve to remind me of the sadness of this day. Aurora stands besides her, her expression is unreadable, but over the years I have distinguished the expressions enough to know she is hiding her own sadness.

"I guess so," I say. My fingers pull up the last zipper, sealing my last suitcase shut.

My years as a resident at Edenbrook are over. Not too long ago I was offered a fellowship where I would continue my training under some of the best doctors in the world. Away from Boston and everyone I have come to hold dear... away from my friends. Away from Ethan.

"Has he come to say goodbye?" Aurora asks, her tone is soft and careful. As if she is afraid of upsetting me by mentioning him. There's a hidden layer behind her words, a subtle implication. An insinuation that there was something more, that she has known about it for a while.

Her question shocks me. Whatever my relationship with Ethan has been, we have always tried to keep it discrete. Friendly. Careful not to raise any suspicion, but Aurora is smart. She has always been observant, a quality of hers that is often forgotten and overlooked.

"You knew?!" I ask. My eyes scan her face, for resentment or just some sign that she will discredit all my work as the hospital, but there is nothing other than a sheepish smile that follows her confession.

"Sienna and I had been speculating about your relationship for a while. There were days where you would get back from the Diagnostics team meetings all flustered and then there were days where you would come back annoyed at something you wouldn't want to discuss," She says, shrugging as if anyone would have noticed.

"It didn't take too much to connect it to Ethan, when we would see Dr. Mirani and Dr. Hirata at Donahue's when you would stay and work late," Sienna adds, a smile on her face.

"Don't even get us started on the longing looks he threw at you when you weren't looking. Or the lingering touches when your hand would accidentally brush against his and-- yeah you two were definitely not subtle," Aurora laughs.

I can't help but join in. Some pressure of having to have had keep our relationship a secret seems to lift from my shoulders. Even though I am on my way out, and there was no need for secrecy anymore, I didn't find it necessary to mention our history. With Ethan in Boston and me in Seattle... the distance would never work. He could never leave Edenbrook, and I cannot pause my career when I'm only just getting started.

“When did it start?” Sienna asks giddily. Aurora rolls her eyes, but I her focus as interest.

“A couple of years ago. We both wanted to see who we were outside of the hospital. He’s met my parents. I’ve met his dad. It was--”

“Pretty serious. Wow. Years,” Aurora finishes. She thinks it over, seemingly replaying different encounters in her head, and nods, satisfied.

"...He hasn't said anything," I admit, referring back to their original question. "When I told him about the fellowship, he congratulated me and wished me the best. We didn't speak much after. He hasn't reached out, and I haven't been able to reach him. I don't think he's coming."

Aurora smiles sadly at me, "I don't know the full depths of your relationship. But it's obvious you two mean a lot to each other. He'll be here."

"You think so?" I ask.

"If there's one thing Ethan Ramsey cares about more than medicine, it's you. Maybe more. Probably more. I don't know what goes on in that man's head really. But I'm almost certain he would rather suffer than ever be the reason for your disappointment," Sienna replies. She pauses for a moment, and then her eyes light up as if remembering something. "Oh! The guest are here for your goodbye party! We were coming to get you. You're all set for the airport after right?"

I take a quick glance around my room, now bare, the few boxes left are going to be taken to a donation center sometime tomorrow by Elijah. There's a small pang in my chest, but I manage to shove it aside and plaster on a smile.

I find myself wondering about Edenbrook, about how different things would have been if they offered me a fellowship. Would I have chosen to stay? Would I still choose Seattle? Then the most obvious question surfaces, why didn't Edenbrook offer me a fellowship? Did they not think I was good enough? Did being on the Diagnostics team mean nothing?

"Yeah, I'm all set. You're still okay with driving me right?"

"Yup," Sienna says. "Now let's party like I won't see you tomorrow because I won't and... oh no, now I'm sad."

We laugh and move to greet everyone who is gathered in the living room. With no sight of Ethan, my party-ing mood deflates.

Hours pass, and Ethan never shows up. Soon enough, its midnight and the car is pulling up into the airport. Sienna, Jackie, and Aurora follow me to the entrance of the building. They begin to apologize for Ethan's absence.

"It's okay. He probably got caught up with work or--"

"It's not okay," Jackie interjects. "You don't have to make excuses for him. He didn't show up and he didn't so much as talk to you during your last few weeks. All he did was make appointments with the Chief and HR. He avoided you like the plague and now he doesn't even have the decency to say goodbye to you."

"Jackie--" Sienna starts, but Jackie cuts her short.

"What? Did I lie? I'm sorry, but it's the truth. He could at least said goodbye or tell you why Edenbrook didn't offer you a fellowship. It's not like he couldn't have asked Banerji about it."

Jackie goes to say more, but whatever look is on my face stops her. Her faces scrunches and she appears regretful. Her tone drops in its sharpness and she sounds genuine when she says, "I really am sorry."

The lack of an offer for fellowship at Edenbrook is a sore spot, and she knows I haven't wanted to talk about it.

"It's okay," I offer, but my voice isn't very convincing. They're kind enough to ignore it.

When it is clear that we have been delaying the inevitable, it Aurora who steps up first. Her hands wrap around me and I quickly reciprocate it.

"You're an amazing Doctor," Aurora says. "I wish you nothing but the very best with your career. Thank you for constantly encouraging me."

Don't cry, don't cry.

"Thank you Aurora," I say smiling. "You better believe I'm going to follow your career. I hope you invite me to the award ceremonies that you'll undoubtedly be nominated for."

When we pull apart, there is a shadow of a smile in her face, and she goes back into the car.

"I'm not one for tears," Jackie says, stepping up and pulling me into a quick hug. "Edenbrook is going to be ridiculously boring without you causing trouble."

"Believe me when I say not to count Bryce out just yet."

When it's just Sienna and I, I finally succumb to my emotions, encouraged by her own tears.

"Sienna! No fair, my eyes are going to be puffy and you promised me you wouldn't cry!"

"I can't help it," Sienna sobs. "You're my friend. My best friend!"

"Seattle isn't crazy far from California! I'll visit you every chance I get. You're gonna love it there."

"Oh god, I should let someone else drive," Sienna laughs, wiping her tears with her sleeve.

I laugh, "I think that would be best."

I pull her into a tight hug, thank her for being the best friend I could ever ask for. When we pull apart, we take a few minutes to compose ourselves before she speaks.

"I really am sorry about Ethan. I really did think he would show up."

I shrug, attempting to act indifferent. "Ethan isn't very good at goodbyes."

I think of his mother, and her sudden abandonment. I wonder if he thinks I am betraying him. I push the thought out of my mind. There's no way. Ethan, the man that only ever pushed me to be the best and supported me throughout my time in Edenbrook, who kept things professional for so long because he was aware of the mistreatment of women in any field, especially medical. There's no way that that Ethan Ramsey, my Ethan Ramsey, would be anything other than proud.

"Neither are we apparently," Sienna says, but the second the words leave her lips, a sorry expression appears. Suddenly, hearing the layers behind her words. The hidden meaning of not being good at goodbyes meaning you can't do a goodbye.

I pull her into one last hug before she was start issuing a series of apologies. I promise her that I'll call her when I land and swear I am okay, and finally head into the check-in station.

[3rd person POV.]

"Stop crying Sienna," Jackie says, clearly exasperated. Her hands rub small circles into the smaller woman's back.

"They probably haven't even boarded," Aurora appears suddenly. She had gone to find a place to park the car after Sienna refused to get in. "You could probably catch them and fly out with--"

The sounds of footsteps rushing across the pavement, of people shouting irritated "watch its", sounds of shoved groans and of loud apologies, draws the women's attention. They cannot make out what's happening, but a large figure is rushing towards them at a dangerous speed, too fast for them to move away.

"Varma, Trinh, Emery!" A strangely familiar voice shouts out to them.

"Were we expecting anyone?" Jackie mumbles to the ladies, too entranced by the scene that is unfolding to look away.

Aurora replied with a three beat hum that sounds like the words "i don't know" .

"Wait! We know him!" Sienna shouts suddenly, jumping up and rushing to meet him half way.

Their theatrics have gathered the attention of some onlookers now, the expressions vary from confused, annoyed, and excited.

"Dr. Ramsey?" Aurora calls out shocked, as his face comes closer into view.

"Oh my God," Jackie says, sounding suddenly very amused. They two women step forward until they reach them.

Sienna who reached him just as he bent over for air, pats his back as an attempt to help as Ethan Ramsey collects himself.

"Where...is...?" He asks through heavy pants. "Did I...miss...?"

The women stare at him, both confused and amused.

"We got here not to long ago..." Jackie says. "Maybe around fifteen minutes give or take?"

Sienna who suddenly seems very alert, "We don't think the plane has boarded yet. You could probably still catch---"

But Ethan Ramsey has already taken off leaving nothing but a cold rush of air in his place.

"...Never would have expected Ethan Ramsey to be so theatrical," Jackie laughs, watching his running figure speed off.

"God, nobody is ever going to believe us," Aurora says, joining in on the laughter.

"I think it's romantic," Sienna says, sighing happily. "Anyway. I'm okay. We can go now."

[1st person POV.]

"...And now I'm moving to Seattle for a fellowship."

The man in front of me in line grunts in response.

"But your man? He didn't say goodbye?" He asks, shaking his head disapprovingly.

I sigh dramatically, "Why does everybody like to focus on that part?"

"You 'oughta stop telling it like a tale of romance then," he shrugs. "Makes the story less about the relationship when you don't end it and start it with that fancy doctor you're leaving behind."

I nod, playfully understanding. "I'm a fancy doctor too, you know. But anyway, you're right. I'll do better next time."

He does a sort of chuckle and disappears into the terminal leading into the plane.

"Next."

I greet the attendant politely and hand over my passport, ticket and any other piece of paper she needs to let me on board.

"I think it's messed up that he didn't say goodbye. He should have at least said goodbye," a woman's voice says from behind me.

I turn to her and laugh, "He's not too bad--"

"Sir! There is no running in the--"

The sound of crashing draws my attention to the scene. Where a man has just accidentally tripped over and dropped the black stanchion rope, that was separating crowds into neat lines.

"I am so sorry! I just have to find and stop the person I'm in love with from getting on--"

"Ethan?!" I hear my voice call out, my feet seem to take off without me.

"I'd bet that the doctor she was mentioning," the woman from the line says, confidently.

Ethan looks up sheepishly when I reach him. "Hi," he says, his cheeks turning pink.

"Hey," I say. I can't help the smile that appears on my face. "You take a wrong turn somewhere?" I ask, amused.

He laughs, and takes my hands that reach out to help him up.

When he stands, his eyes settle on mine, and he sighs like he can relax now that he has found me. His hand comes up, and his thumb caresses my cheek.

Behind me I hear the man who I was initially speaking to, having probably come out with a flight attendant to see what the hold up was, say, "Well with his looks, I would've been without a goodbye either."

"Thanks, Gregg," I jokingly call out to him, not bothering to look back at him. He responds with an approving grunt.

"You've been talking about me?" Ethan asks, his eyebrows raise playfully.

"All good things," I hum. His eyes focus on me so intently, I'm worried he believes I will disappear if he looks away.

"We formed our own opinion!" The woman from the line calls out, earning a few laughs from the crowd.

"I should probably explain," Ethan says, not bothering to look away from me. The intense longing in his eyes makes my chest warm.

"Yeah," I say, "Yes. You probably should."

But the energy drawing us together is too strong and soon his lip crash onto mine, both his hands come up to cup my face, and I melt against him to the sound of cheering and whistles. When we pull apart, I become all too aware of our gathered spectators and press my face against his chest, in attempt to hide my growing blush.

Ethan offers up a meek apology to the crowd, who merely laugh and applaud. Gregg shouts out to thank us for the show.

A couple moments pass, and we look for a quiet part of the loud and busy airport where we can talk. We land at the sleeping pods area and settle in together.

"You didn't say goodbye," I say. His arms are wrapped around me and my cheek is pressed to chest.

"I know," Ethan says softly. His hand is rubbing soothingly up and down my back.

I lift myself off of his chest to look up at him, "That's all?"

"No, no. That isn't all," He says quickly, propping himself up. "I was figuring things out. You and I, we-- I always kept you at a professional distance because I didn't want anybody to look at you and link all your hard work back to me. I didn't want anyone to discredit your accomplishments and say that you only succeeded because I had a hand in your career. I didn't. Everything you have accomplished, that was all you. You're-- you're brilliant. You know that.

"It was you who put in all the work. It was all you. You worked so hard, you're passionate and smart. So I was confused when Banerji didn't offer you a fellowship at Edenbrook. I set up meetings with him to ask, he was too busy to ever meet with me at the hospital so I finally showed up to his house. When I mentioned it he was confused and he said that he had made you an offer," Ethan says looking up at me expectantly.

I am perplexed, nobody had ever responded to my fellowship application and certainly nobody had met me in person to discuss it.

"Nobody ever offered me anything?"

"That's what I told him. He promised me he would look into it and days later he realized there had been an issue. You were far too qualified to be a fellow, so he never intended to recruit you as such. But you had already accepted the fellowship in Seattle, taking the hospital silence as an answer. Long story short those he had he put in charge of offering you the position made the mistake of marking you out as an unavailable candidate. Banerji was incredibly mad when he found out. He wanted to apologize personally, but I told him you were leaving today and that you had to know before you left. Edenbrook is your home, and you have a position there. If you want it, of course. I know that you are very excited about Seattle, but you deserve all your option on the table."

I can't do anything but stare at him. It takes me some time to process the information. Edenbrook was offering a position. They always intended to offer me a position. But what had Ethan said? Not a fellow? What could I possibly be if not a fellow?

"Ethan? You said I was too qualified as a fellow so what position is Edenbrook offering me?" My voice is soft, afraid that if I speak to loudly I will scare the news away. That I will wake up in Seattle and this was all a dream.

He smiles brightly at the question, and his eyes shine with pride. "They're offering you an Attending position."

My pulse quicken, "You're joking. Tell me you're not joking."

An Attending position? That's the second highest position in a hospital, not including Chief of the whole hospital. There's Chief of hospital, Chief of individual section such as Chief or cardio, trauma, or general surgery, and then there are Attendings. Attending are in charge of Residents and Interns, and at Edenbrook I will become a teacher to interns who positions I was once in.

Ethan laughs, "When have you ever known me to joke?"

I laugh, and in a swift motion press my lips to his. His response is immediate. His hands wrap around my waist and his lip part, granting me entrance. My fingers run through his hair, and everything seems in place. Like this is the last piece of our now complete puzzle.

"Wait," I say, finally pulling apart to breathe. "This position is great. I know it is. And if I stay I would be staying for me, for my career. But..."

"But?" Ethan presses, running his hand down my cheek.

"But there's you."

He looks confused. "Yes, there's me."

"There's you. There's me. There's an us, Ethan. We would be working together and still on the Diagnostic team which you're the Director of. You're still my boss, and relationships like those, like ours still aren't allowed."

Ethan fishes something out of his coat pocket, a folded piece of paper that he hands me.

"About that," He begins, watching as I unfold and smooth down the paper. "I also set up some meetings with HR."

My eyes scan the words on the paper, and I look up at him confused.

Ethan smiles, "It's um, a Declaration of Love."

"A Declaration of Love?"

"Yes, the paper itself is simple. Really it's just a safety precaution for HR that the hospital won't be liable for any possible lawsuits. But the idea of it, what it would mean for us..."

"I could kiss you in the hallways," I reply, staring at the paper entranced. "You could hold my hand when we get off shifts and we can go home together..."

Ethan's eyes are soft when I look back up at him, "Yes, yeah all that," He smiles. "And you could also wear this."

My eyes focus on it for the first time. I was so focused on the piece of paper that would free us from all our secrecy that I hadn't even noticed him pull it out. The velvet box is open and displaying a beautiful ring.

Ethan moves down on to his knee, and I am frozen in place.

"I love you. I don't really know how you managed to do it, but you snuck somewhere inside me and buried yourself deep. And all I have ever wanted to do ever since, is keep you there. Warm and happy. I love you. You have helped me in way that I never thought a person could help me. You are the most supportive and brilliant person I have ever met. I love you. You're passionate about your work and patients, you have a drive that has the power to push anyone to be better. You love your work and you love it for the right reasons. You're driven and smart, your career is going to drive you so far and no matter where you choose to go, because it is your decision-- I'd follow you anywhere. We'd figure it out, I would just be happy enough if you let me go along for the ride. I will love you high and far, and I will keep loving you no matter how many pop culture references you make that I will never understand. I love you, so if you'll have me... will you please marry me?"

The tears are hot on my cheeks and I no longer trust my voice enough to speak. All I can do is nod my head yes, throw myself into him and disappear into him as our lips meet.

I realize now that no matter where I am, a piece of me will always be here in Boston, in Edenbrook with him. So when we pull apart and he slips the ring onto my finger, it feels right. This is where I must be, for my career undoubtedly, but also for him.

Suddenly, I find myself laughing, at Ethan confused and amused smile, I decide to let him in on the joke.

"I missed my flight and sent everything I own to Seattle."

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caeruleis · 3 years

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@shymaidxn asked:

“ i wanna be the one you go to. the first one you tell when there’s something good. the shoulder to cry on when it’s bad. and every mundane thing in between. i want to share it all with you. ” ( YO THIS AT GRAN )

Softer Prompts || Closed (feel free to turn into threads)!

★ ☆ ✮ ✯ ― ☽ ― ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

A smile flickers onto his features for a fleeting moment before his expression turns a bit more grave - devoid of the goofy grin, and playful shimmer in his eyes that are commonplace when he’s spending time with the crew. The tepid breeze licks at auburn locks that hang, a bit too long, in front of his eyes from simply not bothering to cut them as of late. It makes his sunburned legs sting where they’re exposed to the wind and blinding moonlight beneath the damp hems of his swim trunks - his arms, luckily, spared from sharing their fate thanks to the rash guard he’s waring, but he can very much feel the prick of dry skin on the back of his neck and his cheeks because he hadn’t bothered to put even an ounce of sunscreen on before leaping into the salty waves of the sea that kissed the golden sands of the beach. The warm water licked at the tips of his toes where they sat upon the smooth surface of a rock overlooking the ocean, his feet plunged into its crystalline depths as they swayed slowly back and forth - never had he been one for sitting still, even if his legs felt as if someone had personally set them aflame. And he would know, he’s set his own arms in fire with magic enough times to know what it feels like. He finds himself swallowing thickly to shove down the urge to wince at every movement of his legs, and the desire to groan at the lecture he was surely going to be in for once Katalina discovered how careless he had been. But if not for the searing pain that nipped at his calves, he would have found night at the beach rather peaceful. Most of the other tourists had turned in already, and those that were still awake were stationed far enough away from them that he couldn’t see or hear them. Not to mention that the clear waters reflected the night sky almost perfectly save for the ripples his swinging feet were causing upon the surface. If he wanted to, he could have counted every star glittering above them on the tiny waves he created.

While he had spent the vast majority of the day with Diantha, getting to have a moment to just the two of them proved to be far more complicated than he had ever managed. Though he should have known, it was rare for a day to pass without someone flinging open the door to his cabin to demand something of him, or inform him of something - the beach was not much different. With both of them constantly being pulled in different directions by various members of the crew to try this or that. She had looked just about as frazzled as he was, if he were being honest, when they had finally sat down here to spend a few hours in, hopefully, peace until they turned in for the day. And her words make him wonder what she had discussed with the others, or what she had done - he supposes she must feel the same, or she wouldn’t have spoken up. Though he understands her meaning is deeper than simply asking him what he had been up to during the day - that she wants him to be more open with her; to share bits and pieces that might bot be pleasant, alongside everything that is. It makes a frown cross his lips as he turns his head away from the water to look over at her. He’s never been good at being up front and honest with other people. He has a knack for lying, and keeping secrets. And he’s always used that to dissuade people from getting to know him too deeply. Diantha was different, of course, but that didn’t make the prospect of doing so any easier. She had willingly accepted the parts of him that were unsightly and a bit bruised, but he still feared sharing some of the uglier pieces he kept tucked away - still feared treading too close despite how his heart yearned to for he always had the budding suspicion he might die young, and she has a right to be aware of that. He knows he’s selfish for even accepting her feelings, and allowing his own to slip through.

Right now, though, he doesn’t feel much like admitting it. Not when the calloused pads of his feet are still covered in grains of sand, and rug burns from casing a volleyball around beneath the sweltering sun. Not when his back and arms are sore from being in the receiving end of more hits than he cares to count, and the knights in this crew have never heard of the expression holding back. His tongue still feels numb, as well, from the new drink flavor Lyria had tried to add to the beach cafe’s menu only for him to find out after he had choked on it that Katalina had been the one to make it. It’s not that he’ll never bring such thoughts up, but it feels like a waste when they’re on vacation. ‘All right,’ he signs back after a moment, leaning back a bit more on the rock, though not actually letting his hips hit the slick surface. ‘I will.’ And then his serious expression gives way to a smile as he yanks his feet out from the sea, splashing water all over his calves in the process, though careful enough that he didn’t actually manage to flick any on Diantha. The sudden chill of the breeze as it strikes against his yet skin sends a shiver down his spine, and the unwanted motion from his ailing legs finally forces that wince out. Lips pursing and brows tugging together until the unpleasant sensation has mostly run its course for the time being. Against the luminescent sea, and the bright shimmer of starlight, how red the skin on his legs is as it scabs is painfully apparent.

‘Well, you did say you wanted the good and the bad, so here’s the bad: I don’t think I’ve had a sunburn this bad before in my entire life, I’m pretty sure my arms are gonna fall off because I tried to receive one of Siegfried’s spikes, and I may or may not have been poisoned by the drink Katalina had made for the stall.’ When he’s finished, he plops his feet back into the water, relief flashing through his eyes as the cool waves licked at his burnt skin. His earlier signs, and serious expression is proof enough he intends to take her seriously, but, for now, he doesn’t have much to discuss other than the abuse he’s endured on this so-called vacation thus far, even if he’s smiling the entire time his hands are moving. ‘As for the good, I didn’t manage to get my arms sunburned, we haven’t been attacked by man-eating or oddly violent fish yet, and we have gotten to spent some time together.’ His cheeky smile fades a bit at the last line, turning into something softer, though it only lasts a moment. ‘The same goes for you too, you know? I want to be the first one you tell when something is good or bad. I want to hear about everything you feel like sharing, even if you think it’s boring, and I want to be the shoulder you cry on when you need to. So, you’re up next: what do you want to share with me?’

#shymaidxn #| ☩ Keep the memories you make along the way close at hand ☩ (ask) |#| ☩ You are a tidal wave ; violently alive when you reform the lives you touch ☩ (Gran: IC) |#| ☩ And captain ; the world is at your fingertips so guide it well ☩ (Gran: Verse: Default) |#| ☩ I showed you the parts of me that aren’t so pretty ; and you took my heart in your hands ☩ (Gran/Diantha: shymaidxn) |#{ Thank you for sending this! }

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I'm curious to hear your thoughts on the announcements from Maxis Monthly? Did the Game Changers know about or have any say in the rebrand?

Ok so I’m gonna answer your last question first lol

The title “Game Changer” is definitely a little confusing because it implies that we actually change the game in some way, but we don’t. Well, most of us don’t. I think some of the bigger Game Changers have a little sway because they know the team personally and have been to the Sims Headquarters and stuff, but for the most part all we do is get early access so that we can provide our individual communities with a glimpse of the pack that goes a little more in depth than just trailers, that way people can see what’s included and decide if they want to buy it, and hopefully bring more people to the franchise in the process. And we definitely didn’t have anything to do with the rebrand, we heard about it at the same time everyone else did.

As for your first question, I’m gonna put it under a cut for a couple reasons: [a] Listen, I have opinions lol and [b] for anyone that is like me and is sensitive to colour contrast, I don’t want anyone getting a nasty headache or sore eyes if they don’t have to. Let’s do this!

So first off, LOVE that they’re adding over 1000+ decorative world objects! There have been so many things over the years in different packs that I’m sure we’ve all seen and been like “Why didn’t you let us use that!?”, and now we’ll be able to! Sucks that some creators spent so much time liberating those things for us only to now have their work be obsolete though 😕

I also think the Create-A-Sim Story Mode looks interesting. I don’t like the idea that you can’t change the sims aspiration and traits though; they’re locked in once you’ve finished answering the questions. I’m not sure how much use I’ll get out of it, as I tend to either pick specific traits based on my sim’s backstory or randomise them, but it’s nice to know the option is there and answering the questions might be fun to see what kind of sim you get!

Now, onto the rebrand.

I just don’t understand it!

Listen, I’ll be the first to admit, I don’t like change; I don’t do well with big changes at all. But this isn’t about that, this is about trying to understand why EA felt the need to rebrand The Sims 4 (which I can’t work out) and why they chose those colours, and I just… don’t understand.

I mean I understand, they’re trying to attract a younger audience with bright shiny things. But I don’t UNDERSTAND, you know? I don’t understand what prompted them to do it now, after almost five years?! Why did they feel the need to change something that didn’t need to be fixed at all? And why they went with this particular colour scheme! It’s so unnecessarily bright! As a graphic designer I’m genuinely horrified by the colours they chose and as a consumer of their product, I’m a little annoyed that they spent time and money on this when there are other things that are more important (like things that are actually broken) that keep getting the “We don’t have the resources” excuse or just flat out ignored.

Here’s the difference between the original box arts and the rebranded ones:

That blue is GOD AWFUL! It’s like Tumblr’s new blue background; I literally have a headache from looking at it! It doesn’t fit with the style of the rest of the game at all. And they claimed in the stream that the new box art designs really make the render sims “pop”… they really don’t. The backgrounds of the DLC packs are way too busy. I just I don’t understand why they couldn’t just stick with the nice clean, minimalist look they had before; it was truly a timeless design. A design that actually made the render sims pop and didn’t detract from them at all with busy backgrounds and headache-inducing colours!

Oh and can we just talk about the new base game box art render for a second? I love it, I really do. It looks cool and I’m excited to get to learn more about these new sims that are being added and according to the Gurus in the stream, all of the stuff on those sims is being added to base game (the stuff that’s not already base game that is). I’m excited about that pink hair BUT take a good look at all the other stuff… look familiar? That’s because most of us have already paid for that stuff. The jacket on the pink haired sim is from Get Famous, the beanie on the sim next to her is from Get to Work, the hair under the beanie is from Dine Out, the bracelet on the sim with the camera is from Seasons, the chef uniform in the middle is from Get to Work, the jacked on the sim up the back with the phone is from Get Together, and the sleeveless hoodie on the sim to the left of that is from Fitness Stuff. They’re all recolours of stuff from other packs. I’m all for free content, because hey it’s free, but I really wish they wouldn’t make things from other packs base game; people paid for that stuff.

Side note: I feel sorry for the people who collect the psychical copies of the games, because unless they can afford to buy new copies of all the packs, any new packs aren’t going to match their old ones now. And also the people who got tattoos of the old plumbob 😕

Which brings me to the plumbob, and yet another before and after:

The new plumbob is whatever; I don’t hate it, I just prefer the original. It matched the one in game and suited the artstyle of the whole game really well, whereas the new one looks too much like The Sims 3 and doesn’t suit The Sims 4 at all. It’s also not going to match the plumbob in-game anymore as for some reason they decided not to change that one? I mean it wouldn’t matter to me if it did because I always have my default file edited to get rid of it, but it just makes no sense to leave the original in there if you’re changing everything else.

New box art, plumbob and stuff aside, the thing that probably annoys me the most about this rebrand is that the pack icons and colours are changing. I get that they probably ran out of colours to choose from for each pack, but the fact that it’s so hard to tell the difference between the colours for the game and stuff packs is gonna be a problem for anyone who has difficulty distinguishing between different colour tones. Mr Sandwich, for example, couldn’t tell that there was a difference between the two, even after I pointed it out to him. Why didn’t they make one of them yellow?!

I personally used to find things from expansions in the catalogue by looking for the colour of each pack icon. “I know the thing I’m looking for is from Get Famous, so I’ll just keep scrolling until I see a pink icon”… well, not anymore:

All expansion packs are now teal, all game packs are now blue (a different blue than the box art blue I might add 😩), and all stuff packs are green; the only difference is the icon on them. And yes, I’m aware you can filter things by pack, that’s what I used to do for stuff and game packs because they were always the same colour, but if I’m just scrolling through say the curtains category, it’s a lot quicker to just scroll once or twice looking for an icon colour than it is to go into the little menu, click on “packs”, scroll down to the pack I want and choose it.

The new pack icons and colours also look awful on the main menu. Here’s a little before and after again:

Urgh that blue! There as nothing wrong with the original menu but now we’re gonna have the god awful blue again… not the point, sorry. Look at those icons! They’re too… saturated? busy? both? I dunno what but they look awful, especially on the blue background! At the very least they should have just made them one solid colour instead of trying to carry over the crystallized look.

And lastly the loading screen….

Again with the gross colour combinations and the background is just plain boring. The old one is much nicer and easier on the eyes.

Maybe it’s because I’m old and not the target audience for this new look but honestly I JUST DON’T GET IT! I understand that EA are trying to attract more people to the game, obviously younger people, but I really don’t think alienating and confusing the people who currently play your game in favour of luring in new people is this is the way to go about it.

Thankfully I’ve already seen a couple of the amazingly talented modders in the community say they’ll do everything they can to either give us back the original menus and loading screens or make a less obnoxious version as soon as they can, so I’m just gonna keep my fingers crossed that it won’t be too difficult for them to do and look forward to downloading those mods so I can play without getting a headache every time I have to look at the main menu and loading screen 😅

NOTE: Before anyone starts shouting at me for “being negative about a free update” just note that anon asked for my thoughts on it; these are my thoughts. If you like the new look that’s great, I’m really happy for you! But anon wanted my honest opinion and I’ve given it. Will this rebrand stop me playing the game? Of course not! The game is still the same no matter what the box art and menus look like, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them and it doesn’t mean I can’t express my disappointment about it all, especially if a follower asks for my opinion about it.

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jane-fucking-seymour · 5 years

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Making It Up as I Go Along

Another from the archives.

Jane Seymour had been a mother for twelve days.

She had wished on all the stars that it had been longer.

Most of that, she doesn’t remember: she was in bed, sick and dying. Infection, she later found out.

All she remembers is pain.

Regardless, the main point is that Jane Seymour had no idea how to be a mother. The others had more time with their children - or one of the other’s, in the case of Parr - and Jane simply didn’t. She didn’t think she was ever going to regardless of the time period she was in, either; it just didn’t sit right with her, having a child now. Not when she’s back for another reason.

That all changed, however, a few weeks into rehearsals.

At first, it’s just small things: asking Katherine about her day, telling her to put a jacket on, general caring things she’d say to any of the girls. The two of them got along well enough already, already pretty good friends.

It was at night when Jane heard Katherine sobbing that Seymour started to realize how she felt about Katherine.

Jane had been headed back to her room when she stopped at Katherine’s door; a weird sound had made her do so. It was soft sobs, she realized, and instantly she’s knocking gently on the door.

“Katherine? It’s Jane. I… can I come in?” she asks quietly. When she hears a small sound of approval, she enters slowly.

There, Katherine is curled up on the bed, knees to her chest, trying to breathe.

Jane quickly moves over to the small girl and kneels down in front of her.

“Hello,” Jane says, giving her a soft smile. “Did you have a nightmare?”

Katherine nods, which makes Jane nod right back.

“Alright then. Let’s…”

She trails off. What exactly is she supposed to do here?

It takes a moment, but she stands back up and sits next to Howard, arms outstretched. She hesitates, but Kat is eventually in for a hug. Jane tries to help calm her down, but not much does.

Jane doesn’t know what to do.

“How are-” she starts, but then Katherine pulls back, still sniffling.

“I’m okay now,” she says. She’s clearly not, but she’s putting on a strong face. “You can go back to your room. I’m sorry for keeping you up so late.”

Jane doesn’t want to leave; she wants to help make Katherine feel better, to get her to smile genuinely.

But she also wants to respect Katherine’s space.

“Okay,” Jane says, giving her a soft smile of her own. “Just… if there’s anything - anything - that I can do, please let me know, okay? I’m only a door down.”

“I know,” Katherine replies with a smile. “Thank you, Jane. I’ll talk to you in the morning.

The door shuts behind Jane and she stands there for a moment. She hears Katherine pick up on the crying and her heart hurts for the girl.

So she makes the resolution. She makes the promise. She’s going to be there for this child. She might not have ever had a chance with her own, but… she can do this. She can help Katherine.

But now, she had to learn.

That night, she walked into Parr’s room, asked a few questions outright. Parr had an idea of why she was asking, but never confirmed it. The two discuss caring for children, how that worked for Parr with Edward and Elizabeth, and various other tips and tricks.

“You’re gonna do great, Jane,” Parr says knowingly. “You’ll figure it out. We all do eventually.”

Later on, Jane manages to corner Anna this time, asking questions about her relationship with Howard and how the girl generally operated. She asked about their history - she had read about them online, but she felt like it wasn’t enough - and how Katherine was back then versus now. Jane had tried to be subtle with the questioning, but the more she continued, the more the knowing look on Anna’s face made it apparent.

“Trying to go above and beyond for Kit, hm?” Anna asks, a smile on her face. “It’s good. It’ll be nice to have someone else also actively looking out for her.”

Later that morning - okay, well, afternoon - she manages to corner Boleyn and ask her a bit about caring for Elizabeth. Anne didn’t seem as willing to discuss it all, but she answered things easily enough. She gave a few pointers that Parr didn’t, told her some cute stories about the child, went on and on about how brilliant Elizabeth was and how important she was to her.

“For Howard, though,” Boleyn says, knowing easily enough what this was about. “I think you should just… feel it out. You have the instincts, clearly.“

Finally, later on that night, she gets the courage to talk to Aragon about Mary.

Mary was a bit of a sore subject for Jane as well; though she had managed to get Henry to reconcile with her, she knew that Mary wasn’t exactly thrilled to accept Henry’s demands. If Jane was a bit stronger, a bit wiser, she might have been able to figure something out that could have helped Mary, but at the time she just wasn’t aware. Regardless, this was still the conversation that Jane was the least looking forward to; not because of Aragon herself, but rather because of Mary’s legacy.

It’s something Aragon didn’t talk about in public. Even on press tours, most people don’t discuss it. Jane’s heard the queen cry late at night, mumbling Mary’s name and “why” and so many questions that fall on intruding ears.

She knows this is going to be painful for Aragon. But she does it anyways.

At first, Aragon is surprised to be asked that by Jane of all people. But then, she answers questions almost as simply as Parr does, and with little resistance. When Jane has enough information, she can’t help but add:

“I’m sorry,” Jane says, “If this was a bit much for you.”

“It’s fine,” Aragon replies. “I’m sure Howard will appreciate the guidance you’ll provide.”

Jane wanted to ask how Aragon knew about her intentions, but Aragon is out of the room before she can put in another word.

So it starts there: researching from primary sources is complete. Next, online.

Parr warned her about online sources, as apparently they might not be totally reputable.

“You’ll need to keep things in context,” Parr explains, “and figure out if that’s good for the situation. If there’s any questions, just call me, okay?”

So Jane starts on Google. Goes on Wikipedia, reads a bunch of blogs, watches videos from YouTube, as much as she can. She’s deep into a fifteen minute video when she just sighs and turns it off; it wasn’t helping. Nothing was.

These are for normal parents with normal circumstances; certainly not what this was.

So, Jane decides to just… figure it out.

Progress is slow and awkward; Jane tries to make herself a bit more available to Katherine, who notices the increase of attention but is not bothered a bit by it. They talk a bit more often and more in-depth: not just their histories, but their feelings, how frustrated Katherine was with Parr about some trivial thing, about how Boleyn was off doing shenanigans or something. It’s funny, sometimes, but most of the time it’s them being there with each other, with Jane supporting Katherine as much as she can.

That doesn’t come without awkward moments, however. Sometimes, Jane tries to make Katherine do something - “clean your room,” for example - and it earns a weird look from Howard. Jane is quick to backtrack on that, however, as soon as she sees the weird look on Howard’s face. Parr or Boleyn or Aragon is quick to recover for her, either reinforcing the request or making a quick joke that alleviates the tension.

Jane makes notes all the while, but apparently, Howard has as well.

One morning, it’s just the two of them before a matinee. Jane’s already made breakfast for the group - a normal thing, now - and Howard’s up a bit earlier than expected.

“Hey,” Jane says, smiling brightly at her. “You’re up a bit earlier than usual.”

“I heard you in here and wanted to hang out,” Howard replies, yawning. “That, and pancakes.”

Jane chuckles. “Fair enough.”

They settle into comfortable silence before Howard finally speaks:

“You’ve been… off, lately,” Howard says, sitting down at the counter. “Is something the matter?”

“What?” Jane asks, trying to laugh it off. It only makes her more suspicious. “I… what??? No, nothing’s the matter, absolutely nothing, completely and totally fine and-”

“Definitely not panicking right now, got it,” Katherine replies with a bit of a smile. She slides her arms across the counter and puts Jane’s hands into her own.

“It’s okay, Jane. You can tell me. We’re family, remember?”

Jane blinks.

“I… just like that?” she asks, tilting her head.

Katherine mimics Jane’s movement.

“What do you mean? Of course, just like that.” Katherine replies with a bit of a chuckle. “After everything we’ve been through… I, at least, thought we were family.”

She frowns, a scary thought forming:

“Unless… you don’t think so?”

“Oh! No, no, that’s not, nope.” Jane laughs awkwardly again. “No, I just… I really-” she sighs, putting her head in her hands. “I don’t want to mess it up,” she says through said hands, looking back up at Katherine. “I want to help you, Kit. That’s all I want to do. Because I know how hard it’s been for you, and I just… I want to be there to support you as best as I can.”

Katherine smiles and moves around the counter to give Jane a big hug.

“I know. And I love you for it, Jane,” she says. Then, with an impish smirk, she pinches Jane’s cheek in jest.

“You’re such a mom.”

With a wink, she moves away and back to her room with food in hand.

Jane looks over towards Katherine’s retreating form with a wondrous expression. Then, to herself:

“Did she just say…?”

“Told you you’d figure it out.”

Jane looks over to find Parr leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen, smiling brightly. Jane nods quickly before smiling as big as Parr’s ever seen it.

“Yeah… I guess I have.”

#six the musical fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six fanfic #six fanfiction #sixfic #jane seymour #katherine howard #catherine parr #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #catherine of aragon

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The Forgotten Temple-

Moved over from @rougescribe Series: Fairy Tail Crossover with Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild Pairing: NatsuxLevy Genre: Crossover/Adventure/Fluff

Commission for: @gytech @fairytail-rarepairs

Sweat dripped from Levy Mcgarden’s temples as she made, yet another attempt to climb herself down the deep crevasse known as Tanagar Canyon. It was so deep that the researcher-turned-small-Adventurer almost feared she wouldn’t make it. Why didn’t she think to try and use her hang glider? The contraption stayed safely folded against her back, taunting her. While her fingers, covered in old climbing gloves and aching, found a ledge wide enough to rest her feet and sighed.

Just as she considered resting for longer than a few minutes, her reason for stubbornly refusing the glider came scrabbling down the cliff beside her: grunting and moving with practiced ease.

Her pink-haired, exuberant companion didn’t even seem out of breath as he situated himself next to her. Dark eyes turned to meet her worn out ones, lips tilting into a wide, almost arrogant grin. “C’mon, there’s no time to take breaks, Lev!”

“Uhm,” She mumbled,”It’s Levy,” though she knew it was useless. He hadn’t stopped calling her that since they’d met. “And I was only resting my feet for a short bit.”

“Well it’s a little late to use that glider thingy now- why didn’t ya’ do it earlier?” The puzzled tone in his voice caused her face to flush and she glanced away in embarrassment. Did he HAVE to rub it in?

“I’m fine!” She found herself saying, “W-who said I was regretting that?”

It was obvious that she was, but she wasn’t about to admit it when he was giving her that look, grinning widely and flexing his own muscles to show off. She’d seen ENOUGH proof of his strength and skills on their trip; watching him jump down to the next ledge without even a care in the world just rubbed salt in her wounded pride.

Levy knew the reason she had refused the glider in the first place. Not from a true sense of stubborn pride (she knew her physical strengths were not suited to this sort of thing.), instead, it was out of a sense that she KNEW she’d make it to the bottom before he did in. (As he had no glider for himself.) Where would that leave her if there were monsters at the bottom ready to attack?

She wasn’t defenseless, but even she realized her luck could only run so far. Thus she had chosen the long way down, intent to fight the aching muscles and need for rest while the unkind winds fought to knock her off the cliff face. By the time they’d reach the bottom, she just KNEW she’d need a good sleep before they continued on. Her protector could handle clearing the area for a camp, of that she was certain- but how sore would her muscles be by morning?

This venture was turning out to be one of those escapades that possibly required a month just to recuperate from. (And it had already taken near a month to travel here. The Akalla region was many days from the Hebra Mountains after all.)

If her own need to see if the rumors of a Forgotten Temple were, indeed, true, hadn’t been so strong, she may have refused to even come. Alas, that had not been the case.

“Oi! Lev, hurry up or I’m gonna leave ya’ behind!”

The Hylian’s voice thrust her from her reverie, blinking in astonishment to see just how much further he’d gone since he’d last spoke. Goodness, that was near fifty feet! How did he move so fast? After her brown eyes noticed the sheer DEPTH of the Canyon once more, Levy had to shake off a wave of dizziness and gulped.

“I’m.. I’m coming!” She managed to shout out towards him, unaware if he’d hear her over the cacophony of wind or not. Either way, he’d see her resuming her struggles to leave the ledge, grasping the rock face and slowly making her way down once more.

“-and it’s Levy!” She couldn’t help but add.

If someone had told her she’d be in this position a month ago, she wouldn’t have believed them. The Akkala Tech Lab was where she often spent her time, helping the old Shiekah Robbie and his wife research Ancient technology. Gathering ancient materials from broken down Guardians all across Hyrule had been one of her jobs, often times traveling between Akkala and Hateno just to visit with both tech labs. The researchers for both labs were, if nothing else, her idols when it came to studying and creation, wanting to learn the mysteries of the world just as much as they. (Except, it had been quite some time since she’d seen the Hateno tech- for some reason the woman had been refusing to see other researchers lately.)

Being raised by the Sheikah herself, Levy felt it her duty to help them in any way that she possibly could, even if her own travels took her far from the lab for many months. And yet… something still felt.. As if it was missing. Robbie had his wife and son to help with their research, as well as his machine Cherry to keep him company. Even Purah from Hateno had her own assistant. So then… where did that leave her?

She was Levy. A Sheikah assistant by name only- adopted into the Sheikah line, but not truly of the blood. And with no true home to call her own, traveling and studying the world was what she did best. In a way, it was how she hoped to finally come into contact with SOMETHING that could hint to her lost family.

Her interest in the Guardians of the World far greater than her need to learn about her past. She hadn’t been alive during the War that destroyed the Hyrule Kingdom one hundred years ago, but even she knew the importance to prepare for the future. Peace was… fleeting. Not when beasts, monsters and even the old ruins of the castle were still full of malice.

No… the calm that many of the people in this world felt… was merely a break before a new storm.

Meeting someone new (and absolutely crazy) had not been quite what she expected.

His name was Natsu Dragneel, and she honestly couldn’t tell if he had made up that last name on his own or not. He was a traveler, treasure hunter- and the day they had met had been days after a strange occurrence began across the entire Kingdom. High towers had sprung from the ground, glowing brightly and scattered in every region she had come across. Not only that, but the old ancient shrines that also littered the world had begun to glow in an eerie, orange light.

Levy had never heard of the old temples reacting in such a way. In fact, no one had found even the smallest hint to an entrance for centuries. Were the sudden activation of these towers somehow connected? Oh how her curious mind wanted to know! - but first, she had to transport her latest materials to the lab.

Which was when she’d come across h i m.

Riding her adorable Calli (A horse she had managed to tame herself!) - Levy was considering the option of circling the hill to the old Lighthouse where the lab resided or face the possible danger of a stationary guardian. Her decision was interrupted when she caught the sound of battle instead. Wounded shouting, a frightened neighing from another horse and anxiety shot through Levy’s spine. Was someone else being attacked by the mechanical monstrosity?

Levy didn’t want to see another person (or horse) be killed by the creature that blocked the path to the Lab. Not again! It was just her luck to have an Ancient Bow and Arrows packed away. (Weapons Robbie had made for her.) Only a few of the arrows remained unfortunately-… and her aim?

It wasn’t terrible, but she certainly wasn’t the BEST of shots in Hyrule. Shushing her own horse, the small researcher slid from the saddle, unwilling to put her in harm’s way. Swiping her azure hair from her eyes, Levy rushed on. She snuck along the nearby boulders to keep herself from becoming a target herself.

What she saw was both.. Heartbreaking, as well as puzzling. Not only had a horse been shot down by the strange, statue-like guardian, whose bright, red, searching eye was preparing another blast, but its rider was prone. Pinned to the ground by a previous shockwave.

Could he get up in time? She hadn’t a second to react or consider it, withdrawing an arrow to knock it as she quickly moved atop her hiding place. The guardian’s focus was on the fellow and she truly didn’t understand just how sentient it could be. However, with the way he was not moving, she hoped she could provide the machine with a livelier shot.

“H-hey, look over here!” She shouted, voice barely loud as apprehension gripped her. Shoot, definitely not loud enough! Retrieving a pebble in her free hand, she followed her own words with a toss, sailing the tiny rock straight towards the Guardian with enough for to strike it against the metallic side.

She could hear the clunk as it landed, not even causing a dent, but giving her the reaction she had hoped. Swiveling its towering head to face her, she felt the red laser and light focus upon her form and in that instant, she wondered just WHY she had put herself in danger.

Instinct screamed at her to run, but there was still that traveler in harm’s way- fear pumped blood through her pointed ears and she barely heard when the man shouted towards her. In fact, she didn’t even recognize what words he could have said. No, she couldn’t focus on that, after all- re-knocking her arrow, slightly off balance from the strange size of it, she quickly aimed it at the giant red eye.

It was frightening, feeling it’s gaze upon her- she could even hear the ticking and clicking as it prepared its blast. Most could never damage such a thing. And others had legs to walk around- it was the wisest option to run and hide when a Guardian had you in its sights. And yet here she was, having a stare down with this stationary creation, legs shaking as she struggled to make her aim just right.

Levy knew if she missed- the Guardian would shoot her down: and there would be no way her small body could survive the blast. “Focus. Focus Levy. You can do this- …!!”

Exhaling, she narrowed her eyes. Though fear almost blinded her, she tried to block out all other sounds, all other thoughts. The clicking stopped and with a hopeful shout, she released her arrow.

The following blast of blue light that followed as Robbie’s weapon - created solely to defeat these machines - cut through the air. It made Levy’s heart stutter- the blast was a good sign, but had she hit that giant red eye? Legs were practically jelly as she slid to her knees on the boulder. - but no returning blast from the Guardian followed to strike her down.

Instead, the whirring and clicking grew louder, the red light grew brighter before dimming and broken glass sounded as the arrow struck its mark. Striking through the Guardian’s one weak point and rushing through its inner domes. Another flash of light, and smoke- and the dangerous creation cracked into pieces.

With a shuddering breath, she gripped her bow with ash white knuckles, shaking from head to two while the dust settled. She’d done it. She’d managed to strike it down. “Oh thank the Goddess…” she mumbled- exhaustion from the sheer emotions draining her of what little energy she had..

“Hey! You!” That is.. Until a voice, frantic and loud, rang into the air. Brown eyes shot open and she turned her gaze back towards the road just in time to see a limping, pink-haired Hylian hobbling his way towards her as fast as he could.

And.. hold on a minute, was he glaring at her?

“Uhm, I- .. are you okay-?” She barely managed to stutter out the question before he was at the base of the boulder, grunting as he hopped up to meet her, never minding the hiss of pain that followed as he dribbled blood onto the ground below. “Wait, what are you doing- you’re wounded!”

The hylian didn’t seem to listen, his own pointed ears peeking through the pink of his hair, tanned skin looking quite healthy despite his wounds. Advancing on her, she recoiled on instinct as he leaned over her, scowl still firmly in place. Was.. was he mad? He didn’t WANT to get killed, did he?!

“…… how in th’hell did ya’ kill it with an arrow? That was AMAZING!” She blinked, confusion and relief rushing through her as she blinked at this boy. So.. why had he been glaring then? Jaw grew slack as she tried to muster up an answer, but he continued before she could even get her bearings straight.

“Seriously, I’ve never seen that sorta thing before. You were great! Me an’ Happy would have been toast if not for you!”

Happy-? .. Did.. he mean.. His horse? Well… that was an interesting name to give, but she finally managed to smile at him tepidly. “Oh well, thanks, but it was… erm, well, luck, actually.”

A one-shot hit like that, Levy knew she’d never pull off again, not without tons more practice at least. Still, it was nice to hear such compliments, even as his own excitement seemed to slowly drain away as his own wound finally caught up with him.

“Tch, luck or not, it was still - urk- “ Losing balance, he began to slip and fall, which from the height of the boulder she had crawled upon, that was just asking for him to get a concussion (or worse) - hands reflexively shot out, gripping the scarf he wore around his neck in an attempt to pull him back to safety.

Unfortunately, that resulted in him falling forward instead, pinning her to the rock with a heavy thud. Her squeaks of protest and surprise echoed through the sky.

How she managed to get them both off that boulder and back to the tech lab was beyond her. In fact, she wasn’t even sure how she lead both their horses either. Still, she had managed it- with Robbie’s help, once the older Sheikah had noticed her struggling up the hill. Small drops of blood stained her tunic- but the travelers had been worse.

Not fatal, luckily. She was even relieved to hear that Happy (she still couldn’t believe someone would name a horse that) wasn’t too terribly damaged either. Leaving the stallion out with her own horse (affectionately named Calligraphy. Calli for short.)

All in all, they both had been quite lucky and as she finally unloaded her gathered materials for Robbie and had dinner, she finally learned more of this… stranger.

“I’m a treasure hunter! Name’s Natsu Dragneel.” He had said, eyes gleaming even as he smiled wide enough to show off all his teeth. “Been pretty much everywhere just t’find stuff and explore the world, y’know? Heard there was some weird maze near here so I was goin’ t’go check it out before that dumb guardian took me by surprise.”

Honestly, that hadn’t surprised her at all. “Unfortunately, none of us have found a way to move it- “ She explained apologetically, “We’ve dismantled it many times, but every blood moon it… Well.. gets revived like every other monster out there.”

“Well, that just keeps things interesting, don’t it?” The way he offhandedly replied puzzled her greatly. … did… He calls near-death experiences… Interesting?

As crazy as it was, she still found herself laughing. It was… A breath of fresh air to see such an optimistic view of the world. Wounded and resting on the floor of the Akkala tech lab and yet he found the attacks of all-powerful machines to be interesting.

“I’m not so sure I agree…” She had replied, still laughing despite herself. “Though, I DO like studying them.” Most didn’t find her love of research interesting. In fact, for a guy to seem so enthused at nearly being killed, she suspected he’d be much the same.

And still, he managed to surprise her, “Oh so you must like treasure hunting then too!”

“–… well, erm-” That had caught her off guard. She had never really gone out for treasure, after all, just gathering materials for work. The way she hesitated made his eyes narrow again. “Wait, y’mean you like studyin’ stuff like old guys do and ya’ HAVEN’T gone out lookin’ for treasure? Don’t ya’ know most treasures are FOUND at places old fogey’s would just LOVE to study?”

“H-hey! Of COURSE I know that!” Bottom lip jutting out into a pout as she fumbled with her fingers. “I just- well, I never really thought about hunting for treasure….”

“Why not? Yer’ young and plenty tough, bet you’d survive just fine! That an’ your small so you could hide from monsters easy if you needed to.”

Somehow, she wasn’t sure just how much of that she should take as a compliment. Still, it made her blush all the same even as she shrugged. “I’ve had other responsibilities. Besides, I’m a scholar, not a warrior.”

“Hrmmm…”

What was that scowl about? He seemed to give that to her any time he had a question he wanted answered. Had she said something to upset him again? Whatever it was, he didn’t make mention of it. In fact, the conversation seemed to die out in lieu of him scarfing down dinner faster than she’d ever seen a Hylian eat.

Goodness, he had the appetite of a Goron, didn’t he? (Minus the rock eating-)

It wasn’t until later that night he even brought up what had been on his mind earlier that day. Natsu didn’t seem interested in staying the night, stating he wanted to still take a look at that Maze he had heard about. It disappointed him quite a bit when she had pointed out the very structure he had mentioned, a distance away on an island so far off, you’d need the ability to fly to even reach it.

“… you could- borrow my hang glider to go over there if you want?” Levy had found herself offering, but she added quickly, “Just as long as you bring it back to me!” That hang glider helped her reach many places in her travels, it would have been a shame to lose it.

Not to mention the fact she knew other Guardians littered that maze in the distance- anyone could see the aiming red lights in the dead of night, flying about the giant structure. She didn’t want him to aggravate his wounds or get lost there with no ability for others to come find him.

“Nah, maybe I’ll try it later,” He had replied, smiling just at the offer before he reached out to pat her shoulder. “Thanks, by the way. I hadn’t said that yet, had I? I kinda forget that sorta thing.”

Another smile followed and Levy waved him off, “No need to do that! I only did what any other person would have done!” Even that sounded ridiculous to her, but still- it wasn’t as if she was the only person who’d face down a guardian to protect someone else, was she?

Almost as if he had read her mind, Natsu shook his head, “Pfft, not e v e r y o n e.” Then, with another smile, he added, “Just the good ones.”

Now, why in all of Hyrule did that make her cheeks turn a bright red and heart thud against her rib cage? That was… far too nice a thing to hear. It made the expression on her face soften as the two of them fell quiet, with the lab off behind them and the maze staring ominously at them from the distance.

“Y’know- you should come with me for a treasure hunt.” His sudden words broke the nice moment, causing the smaller girl’s eyes to widen for a moment as she stared, nonplussed at him.

“Uhm- … seriously?”

His reaction was almost breathtaking in the fact it was speedy and threw her mentally off balance. Grabbing her slip shoulders, turning her to face him, that wide grin was already in place, as if it were a permanent fixture on his face. “Sure! Ya’ wanna explore old places and learn about them right? What better way than to search for stuff? An’ if ya’ come with me, I can help protect ya’ and do all the fighting!”

To him, it seemed to be the perfect plan, but the sudden thought had the researcher hesitating for many reasons. The biggest one of those being, “- but. We… barely know each other.”

“So? I can tell yer a good person, what better way to become friends than by working together?” Well, he ran through that argument like Goblins rushing for a slice of meat. Then again, she imagined (after watching him eat earlier) that he’d beat the goblins to that as well.

“- I’m REALLY supposed to be working on researching how to destroy Guardians…” She tried again, but the look he gave her was dubious.

“You took OUT one with an ARROW! What more do you need to research on that?!”

“P-plenty!”

“Bah!”

Well, that hadn’t worked- why was she trying to fight this, again? Her curiosity and hope to see ancient places buzzed under her veins. The idea WAS tempting. “- do you… Even have a place in mind to explore?” May as well figure out if he wasn’t just blowing hot air before she agreed to anything, right?

For a moment, she thought she may have finally cornered him, with how quiet her grew, scrunching his brows together in thought as his sword calloused hands finally released her. Despite thinking she had made her point, Levy felt a sinking emotion of bitter disappointment from within her stomach. Even with her misgivings… the thought of an adventure, to see old places and learned more about the world…

She truly did want that. There were so many places she wanted to explore. Old ruins, Hyrule castle itself! (Not that she would, she still wanted to live, of course-) Abandoned villages that had been grown over. She had tried before in her travels but had always been chased off.

With someone to protect her… Maybe it wouldn’t have been such a bad idea?

“Ya’ ever hear ‘bout the Forgotten Temple?” And there he was proving her wrong yet again, teeth glinting once more with his grin, “It’s at the bottom of this DEEP deep canyon. I’ve always wanted t’go there. Just hadn’t found a reason yet, but a Temple to explore sounds right up yer alley, what do you say?”

Her mind buzzed with thoughts, excitement welling up before she could even think to quell it. The Forgotten Temple! She had read so much about that in ancient texts, including old historical writings from the Sheikah themselves! No one truly knew what it was made for, but the rumors spoke of it existing long before the Hyrule Kingdom even EXISTED!

Levy’s grin grew to match Natsu’s, eyes glittering with absolute excitement.

“I… think you’ve got yourself a partner.” She found herself saying. Natsu’s reply was to cackle loudly into the air, practically crowing as he jumped in his own excitement before dragging her back to the lab to get his things together.

It would take Levy another thirty minutes to convince him that leaving in the morning (after informing Robbie she would be gone for awhile) would be a MUCH wiser idea. He may have had energy enough to take her breath away, but she still needed sleep, after all!

“By the way, what’s your name?” The fact he had only NOW just thought to ask her when they were finally preparing to leave, had her grinning in bemusement.

“Levy.” She’d save her last name for later. Did it truly matter just then?

Sliding himself to Happy’s saddle, the treasure-hunter grinned as he processed the name in his own head. “Sounds good, ready to go then Lev?”

“Erm… I said Levy.”

“And I called ya’ Lev!”

“ - but–!!”

And that was that. She hadn’t expected to save a complete stranger- let alone become his traveling companion while traversing half the land just to find an old temple. In fact, it was far beyond anything she had imagined doing. But he proved more than capable- wielding flaming broadswords and short swords with ease and fending off most beasts. Despite how long it would take to finally reach the Tanagar Canyon, Levy found herself enjoying her time with the exuberant hunter.

In fact, he had been right all along. Traveling together was perfect for building their friendship. Not that she needed to say that out loud. Both knew it well enough, hunting, cooking and traveling together with their horses. Naturally, they had to stop along the way for plenty of surprise and new weapons, but that was just how things would be when crossing the lands of a cursed world, wasn’t it?

Except, now that they were almost to Temple, all Levy REALLY wanted to do was curl up with a good book. That entire climb down had worn her out. With muscles aching to the point she wasn’t sure she’d be able to even move in the morning. By the time they’d both managed to reach the base of the canyon- night had fallen and was already almost replaced by the morning sun.

And yet, before they could even set up a camp, her assumptions of fighting off beasts had been correct. Natsu had taken care of most of it well before she’d even finished her climb- but for the stragglers, the elemental rods she often used (in replace of her Ancient bow and arrow) helps to finish the job.

Though, it was almost impossible to get her to move once her bedroll had been rolled out. Even with Natsu whining for a meal. Ugh, how was he not tired?

“It’s fine- I can eat when I wake up- “ She found herself mumbling while stretching her sore back and aching arms. The following snort from her companion was heard across the bonfire of flames he had worked up and she could tell he wasn’t going to let it stop there.

“No way,” he argued, sidling himself close to her bedroll in order to grasp her shoulders and shake her. “Gotta eat or ya won’t be strong tomorrow! Man, you really shoulda used yer hang glider for most of that climb, y’know?”

Yes. I know that. She quietly moaned into her own mind. It did little good to whine about it now, after all. What’s done was done. Her only moment of pride to take from the entire ordeal was that she HAD managed to do it all on her own, without falling to her death. Ah yes, surviving was definitely a reason to be happy with oneself.

“Can I please eat tomorrow?” She begged, “I really don’t want to sit up.”

Another snort followed and Natsu leaned over her, one brow raised as he dangled, what looked to be a bit of grilled fish over her face. “Want me t’feed ya’ then?”

Well- despite her screaming muscles, that shot her up quickly enough, cheeks burning red. “Goodness, no! I-I can do it myself!” And then he was laughing all over again, obviously pleased at the ruse he’d pulled. “S-stop laughing at me, that’s.. That, erm-”

“Aw, don’t be like that Lev,” He managed threw his chortles, grabbing a second grilled fish to hand to her. “It’s fun makin’ ya blush, can’t help it.”

“Are we sure you’re a treasure hunter and not just a clown?” She mumbled, accepting the offering as she struggled to tame the redness on her cheeks. No luck, his words only made it glow brighter.

He took her words seriously for a moment, humming out his thoughts while devouring his meal. “I mean, sure, I can be a clown- making people laugh is great” He admitted, before flashing that grin towards her once again. “Especially when it’s you. You’ve got a pretty one.”

There went calming down THAT blush. Squeaking, she hastily busied herself with her meal, whining at times when her muscles complained at the abuse they’d suffered during the day. However, he had been correct to force her to eat- already she felt some energy return to her. Not enough to keep her awake, by any means, but sustenance was important. Sighing-, Levy allowed her body to relax once again, popping as she moved to curl up on her bedroll the moment her meal was done.

She was pretty certain Natsu was already on his third fish. Good thing she kept all the food packed on HER horse. Smiling lightly, she laughed to herself just thinking about it. Somehow, his antics couldn’t upset her or truly annoy her. No- they just made her happy.

He really was a big clown in many ways. “I think- .. I’m going to sleep…” She mumbled, yawning was sleep began to grow heavy on her drooping eyelids.

Natsu grunted in response and it seemed things were calming down for sleep just as a sudden updraft of wind rustled through, almost putting out the bonfire and causing the treasure-hunter to squawk in annoyance as his own bedroll seemed to roll off. She would have chided him for not setting it up earlier, but was honestly, far too close to sleep to really care.

That is until the wind sent a chill along her face as a brilliant light shone even through her eyelids. “Mmm, what… Is that-”

“Lev. Lev. Get up- open yer eyes, y’gotta see this!” It wasn’t a voice of fear or worry, but rather surprised, gleeful awe and despite her exhaustion, she reopened her eyes with a moan of complaint-

Only to feel the very breath from her lungs escape into a loud gasp at what flew above them.

“… Oh- .. it’s Dinraal-” She breathed, but Natsu had no way to reply, too busy dancing on his feet and pointing to the spectacle so far up above the canyon.

Bright red and orange, fire flaring from magic golden claws- the Fire Dragon known as Dinraal flew above them, moving south along the canyon, soaring through the sky and illuminating the canyon as if it were noon. Bits of flames dispersed from the scales of the great beast, drifting down above them like tiny lights, fading away before they could land.

Like snowing fire, and Levy was enraptured. Absolutely beautiful. The exhaustion left her like evaporating ice and she reached a hand to the sky as if she could reach the great beast. How she had always wanted to see a Dragon, and though it flew so far above them…

It brought tears to her eyes. No matter the beasts and terrors of the world- there was still beauty, this proved that. Natsu, someone sensing her sudden burst of emotion, reached out to grasp her hand in his, grinning as the fires of the dragon above illuminated him along with the rest of the cliff face.

“Aint’ it amazing?” He whispered, glancing towards her for a mere moment before looking back to the dragon. It was massive, though the Head of the beast was many kilometers away, the tail of it had yet to pass them. Levy felt a knot form in her throat, unable to speak her agreement. Instead, she gripped his hand with a tiny squeeze while her awe shown on her face as plain as any emotion she could have felt.

It didn’t matter that she hadn’t been prepared to go on such an adventure upon their first meeting. Nor did it matter that her muscles ached and that the Forgotten Temple they were seeking out was just behind them after a little more travel. They had met under danger- had crossed the land of Hyrule with danger, peaceful nights and everything else in between.

This moment right here- even if they never made it into the temple, made it all worth it. At least it did for her.

“… Natsu-” She whispered quietly, “…. thank you for bringing me here.” Another squeeze of his hand before fingers threaded with his own. She wanted him to know just how.. Amazing this moment was to her, but what another way could she? When she was still so tired, yet absolutely enraptured by the sight above them?

Her thoughts seemed to come across just fine as he returned the squeeze, never taking his gaze away from the skies above them. It seems the very sight of a fire Dragon had placed him in silence as well. A strange thing for the boisterous hylian, but that didn’t matter. They could both stare up at the sky together as sleep slowly began to fight for dominance once again.

“No need t’thank me,” He finally replied, voice quiet, husky even as he seemed to lose control of his own emotions. “- I should be thanking you.”

With the dragon above them, and hands entwined, she finally fell to the sweet call of rest, arms going limp as sleep took her. A pleased smile and tears still covered her face, but Levy was happy.

“- thanks for not leaving me alone, Levy.”

She never heard the whispered appreciation spoken under the light of Dinraal’s fire.

#Silver's Fanfiction #Fairy Tail Fanfiction #FT Fanfiction #Crossover Legend of Zelda #Legend of Zelda AU #Breath of the Wild AU #NatsuxLevy #Natsu #Levy #Natsu Dragneel #Levy Mcgarden #Silver's Commissions #old commission is old

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Riverbound, Chapter 5

You are THE GUARDIAN, and you are currently munching on the most delicious bowl of grubflakes to have ever existed.

You have seen many things over the course of your travels, met all kinds of people and befriended them, been to places most could never even dream of. Space, time, and an entire universe have surrendered to your whim. The heart of an eldritch sun flowed through your veins not too long ago, and you through it.

And yet, you have still to encounter anything as satisfying as a good breakfast.

Yesterday was mostly spent sleeping, only waking up to eat a couple of times and talk to Daraya and her friends. Bronya had also brought Karako with her when she came to check in on you, which had been the highlight of your night. Like Wanshi, he had noticeably grown, and now had a couple of inches on you. There was a new depth to his gaze that had come with the passage of time. He almost looked like that… entity you and Feferi spoke to at her palace.

It was a little unnerving at first, but it had soon become apparent that this boy was still the same young clown you nearly threw hands with seadwellers for. He was still Karako.

That much was obvious as you watch him and Wanshi plot out the next chapter of her Soldier Purrbeasts fanfiction, with Wanshi arguing that Lionstar of ShadeCaste needs to be killed off and Karako drawing out Lionstar eating a bunch of other purrbeasts. It’s very detailed and anatomically correct. You wonder how Bronya even let those books into the caverns, and then you remember reading Warriors as a kid on Earth. Those cute illustrations of cats running around in the woods on all of the covers did a great job of hiding the gorefest that raged within.

Sitting next to you on the couch is Daraya, typing away furiously on her palmhusk, and Lanque, who is trying to judge how well your ribs are healing by poking your side.

You dodge another perfectly manicured claw in time to see Daraya receive another text from Tyzias, saying that she and the others would be at the bottom of the mountain in an hour or so. “Tell her I said hi!”

“You’ll see her pretty soon,” Daraya says, a little confused.

“Yeah, but I’m excited-ow! Lanque, quit it!”

“I’m feeling for the break.”

“You’re gonna be feeling my fist up your flat ass if you don’t stop.”

“They said a bad word!” Wanshi yells.

You freeze. Your mind races for a solution that doesn’t involve Bronya reaming you out for cussing in front of the kids. “If you don’t tattle on me you can say a bad word too.”

Her big black eyes widen. “Really?”

“Really.”

“‘Cause Lanque taught me a really good one!”

“I taught you nothing of the sort, young lady,” Lanque growls, slapping a hand over your mouth to shut you up. You contemplate licking it just to see how he would react. Better yet, you could throw your empty bowl at his head and see how thick troll skulls really are.

Wanshi takes control of the situation by hopping up to you and leaning into your ear. “Lususfucker.”

You squeal into Lanque’s palm, and Daraya’s jaw drops. Even Karako looks impressed.

“Wanshi Adyata!” Lanque scolds, but the corners of his eyes lift in such a way that tells you he’s not actually angry. You wiggle out of his grasp and stand, taking a couple of slow breaths to test the pain. It’s still sore AF in there, but as long as you take it easy you’ll be fine. You’ve had a lot worse for a lot longer.

Taking your bowl and putting in the sink by the bathroom, you turn to your friends and do your best impression of having your shit together. “Alright, so I know it’s only like a fifteen minute walk down to the bottom of the mountain, but I’m crippled so I say we head out early.”

“Bronya won’t be here to pick up Wanshi and Karako for an hour,” Lanque says, tapping the armrest he’s leaning on.

“They could come with us. Tyzias is bringing Tirona, she’s around their age,” Daraya points out.

“Won’t Bronya be mad?” you ask warily. The last thing you want to do is drag her student and her adopted clown son into a possible Situation™. It’s not like you’re going out tonight looking for trouble, but this is Alternia.

Lanque considers it, and then leaps to his feet with a smirk. “Nah. I’ll be coming with you guys, and I’ve taken the children out plenty of times.”

“Bronya didn’t-” Daraya begins to say, huffing in amusement, but Lanque cuts her off with a dramatic twirl of his suit jacket that slaps her in the face with a perfectly pressed sleeve.

“Daraya, dear, if I don’t get out of these godforsaken caves soon I might actually lose my mind. Wanshi, Karako! Come, we’re going on an adventure.”

You watch with a smile as the kids look up with sparkling eyes and instantly abandon their project to scramble over to Lanque. Daraya glares up at the older jade, nose still scrunched up from being smacked, but finally heaves herself upright to follow. You join her as the five of you head out the door and bump your shoulder against hers. She must have grown a little as well, because the top of your head now barely reaches her jawline.

The stairs are kind of a bitch, but you persevere long enough to get to the main level of the caverns. Your ribs are throwing a Karkat-worthy bitchfit, though, so when Lanque halts the group at the end of the corridor for some reason you don’t complain.

“What?” Daraya mutters, impatient.

“Hush. Just because we can leave the caverns doesn’t mean we’re supposed to, and Bronya is supervising tonight’s shift. Do you want to explain to her who we’re going to meet?” he shoots back.

There’s something in his voice that tells you there’s more to this than either of them are letting on. You want to ask them what’s up, but even Wanshi and Karako are silent, so you keep your mouth shut and trot after Lanque. Teleporting is sounding more and more appealing by the second, but you know you’re still a little high from the painkillers Lynera gave you before she left for work. You learned the hard way that teleporting while drunk/high/otherwise incapacitated is a bad idea, like the time when you and Lanque had to ditch a party because the drones showed up and you, in a panic, zapped the both of you right into a river outside of Thrashthrust. That was the night you also discovered that landdwelling trolls are notoriously poor swimmers.

The next twenty minutes are spent dodging from building to building like you’re a group of spies trying to escape the government. It’s fun at first, but when Daraya has to yank you down behind a garbage bin to avoid being seen by a group of girls on their way to class, you wonder how often these trolls have to resort to sneaking around just for a glimpse of freedom. How many jades had never even had a friend that wasn’t of their own caste? How many haven’t seen the stars in the night sky, felt the wind in their hair, had the opportunity to pursue something they chose for themselves instead of being thrown into a life entirely dedicated to others?

Kids raising kids. That’s what this is.

The world outside of the caverns is cruel, devoid of justice and mercy for even those whose blood ran cold in their veins. But when you look at it, really look, the caverns aren’t much better. It’s a prison with bioluminescent cells.

You focus on keeping up with Daraya so you don’t get even more pissed off than you already are. Being angry would have to wait. Right now, you’re going to meet your friends.

… This isn’t the way to the main entrance, though? Where are you guys going?

Lanque answers your question by leading the way down an offshoot behind what you think is a storage unit. No more fungi grows to light the way, so you simply trust him to know where to go. There aren't many other options. In less than a minute it’s pitch black and strangely damp, and the temperature has dropped far enough to make you wish you’d brought that nice jacket Vriska gave you.

“This is how I get out,” Lanque whispers. You hear his footsteps stop, so you stop as well. “It’s a bit of a climb, but it’s the fastest way to the surface besides the main entrance.”

Your heart sinks at the word climb. Also, you can’t see balls. “I’m assuming there’s another tunnel? I'm as good as blind down here.”

“You seriously can’t see? How is your species still alive?” Lanque chuckles.

“Because we’re diurnal, pretty boy. We do our business with the light of our nice, not-lethal sun shining down on our backs. And just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I can’t do anything.” To prove your point, you take a careful step forward and feel for the walls of the tunnel. It’s narrow, and you can already feel the rock sloping up to the surface.

How the hell does Terezi do this?

You feel the challenging spark of Lanque’s gaze on the back of your neck. Nice Boy hours were over, it seemed. Time to return to the regularly scheduled programming of roasting each other until he let you in behind those meticulously maintained emotional walls for a moment or two, or you doing something especially stupid to spite him.

With one foot in front of the other, you lead the way into the darkness.

Fifty steps in and you can tell that if you hadn’t taken the painkillers earlier you’d be on the ground crying. One hundred steps in you trip and almost eat shit. One-hundred and fifty steps, Lanque is right up in your business, trying to make you go faster.

Keyword being trying. You wait until he’s got one foot up on the rock slab you’re standing on and pretend to trip again. He grunts and grabs the walls for support as you slam back into him, using the weight of your frankly magnificent ass to knock him off balance.

“My bad, sorry,” you tell the blackness.

“Do I need to carry you? Because I will carry you. Like a little wiggler.”

“No, thank you. You can wait for the poor injured alien without self-combusting for a little while longer. Unless… Daraya? Kids? How are you guys holding up?” you call back.

“We’re good! Take all the time you need!” Wanshi announces, giggling.

“Yeah, dude. Don’t push yourself,” Daraya adds.

“Honk!”

Lanque growls, and you grin.

Luckily, he doesn’t have the time to come up with a plan for revenge when Wanshi yells that she can see the end. You can’t see anything for another half-minute or so, but when you do you, moonlight illuminates the bend in the tunnel you’re rounding like a searchlight. The slope flattens out, much to the relief of your aching legs.

The secret exit leads out underneath some huge tree you have no name for, shielded from sight by a thick layer of roots that twist all over the place. You squeeze through an opening in the mess and hop aside to let Wanshi and Karako through. Lanque hauls himself up and over through a bigger hole above you, and Daraya does the same.

You take a moment to suck in fresh air. The trolls come to stand beside you, and together you all look out towards Thrashthrust. Two moons hang low in the sky, lighting up the planet below in shades of pink and green.

It’s beautiful, but you know the kinds of danger that beauty can hide.

Karako is the first one to hop off the ledge, with Wanshi close behind. You opt to carefully shimmy down as far as you can before sliding to the forest floor. You’re left breathless nonetheless as the impact sends stabs of pain through your torso, but you shake it off and follow the kids. Daraya and Lanque come up on either side of you to lend you support.

“I’m fine, guys, really,” you protest.

“I saw that flinch,” Daraya mutters. “Besides, if we show up with you limping all over the place the teals will have my ass.”

“You just want to impress Tyzias,” Lanque snickers.

Daraya hisses like a feral cat, and you turn to her, interest peaked. “Wait. You and Tyzias?”

“No! We’re just friends!” she snarls, swatting at Lanque.

Lanque has a knowing grin on his face, though, and he wraps an arm around your waist to lean down to your level. “They’re so pale it’s disgusting.”

You look back to a green-faced Daraya and wiggle your eyebrows. Daraya gives you and Lanque the finger and stomps ahead to catch up with the kids.

“We gotta set them up,” you tell Lanque. “How far along are they?”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

You want to demand more information than that, but then Wanshi calls out a greeting from ahead. Somebody farther down the path answers.

“What’s with you and good timing?” you ask, your heart rising to your throat. Despite your ribs you quicken the pace, and when you don’t feel like you’re going to pass out you break into a jog.

“Oh, so now you want to hurry it up?” Lanque snarks, but right now you’re more interested in seeing your friends again than coming up with a good comeback.

You follow the path as it turns, and boom, there they are.

Karako, Wanshi, and Tirona are all saying hi and introducing themselves, Daraya and Tyzias are hugging each other (Oh, worm?), and Stelsa and Tagora are standing back like proud parents, even if good old Gor-Gor looks a bit scandalized by all the pale stuff going on.

It’s Stelsa who sees you first. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth and she squeals in delight. Tagora jumps at the noise and turns to see what she’s looking at before breaking out in the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him, not the customer-service smile that’s all fangs but with his eyes as well.

You manage to haul your crippled ass over to them in time for Tyzias to pull away from Daraya, spot you, and pull you into a desperate but careful embrace. Daraya must have told her about your injuries, which is great because you don’t think you would have survived a whole gang of teals jumping on you all at once.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she croaks. “Fuck, we searched everywhere for you but you were gone and I thought you died somewhere all alone-”

You squeeze her tighter. “Hey, hey. I’m alive. I’m back.”

She sniffles and pulls back in time for Stelsa to wrap up the two of you in her ridiculously buff arms. Not for the first time, you can’t believe how much your friends missed you. It makes you feel so whole to know that you have so many people who care about you, and at the same time you’re crushed with the guilt of knowing that they all thought you were dead. Damn.

“Please, people, not in front of the children,” you hear Tagora complain, but his voice is a little thicker with emotion than you remember it being. You turn and stick your tongue out at him.

“What about me?” A frantic hand smacks your arm. “Hello? Gimme a hug, alien!”

“Hi, Tirona,” you laugh, reaching out behind you to bring her into the group. She squeaks in protest before letting it happen.

“Better,” she mumbles into your hoodie. You graciously pretend you don’t see her using it to wipe away a stray tear.

“Daraya told us everything and I could hardly believe it, it all sounds so… it sounds too much,” Stelsa says, wrapping her arms around herself. “Before all of this the world was so much smaller, and now you’re back because you escaped from a bunch of gods!”

��That’s the gist of it, yeah,” you agree.

Tagora pats your shoulder, which you know is his version of a hug. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. We’re just glad to have you back in one piece.”

Doc Scratch’s calm voice agrees somewhere in the back of your memories, overlaid by Dirk’s- no, not the goofy, lonely young boy you helped feel cared for, the other one-! “Thanks, Gor-Gor. I’m glad to be back, too.”

“Well, there is one thing I hope you’re willing to share,” Tyzias begins hesitantly. “Daraya said something about you being able to do some… interesting stuff. For… ah, screw it. We all know why we’re here.”

You meet her sharp, tired eyes. “What’s that?”

“We’re rebels.”

All of the trolls turn to glare at Lanque.

The tall jadeblood just shrugs and shoves his hands in his pockets. “What? It needs saying. Words are powerful, you know.”

“Yes they are, Bombyx, which is why you need to be more careful with them,” Tyzias drones.

“I can’t believe you guys are dragging me into this,” Tirona whines.

Tagora gives her a withering look. “Hey, you wanted to come, kid.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I wanted to see my friend-!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” You throw your hands out in a hold up motion. Your mind frantically replays what the fuck just happened. “You guys are saying that all of you are rebels?”

“Don’t say it out loud!” Tirona stage-whispers, ears flattening against her head.

Daraya sighs and comes up to pat your shoulder. “It’s a long story.”

“I’ve got time.”

She and Tyzias look at each other, seemingly come to a silent agreement, and then look back to you.

“You might wanna sit down for this,” says Tyzias.

#homestuck #hiveswap #Hiveswap Friendsim trolls #riverbound #c5 #jadebloods #teals #yayyy!#The Guardian #MSPA reader #pesterquest

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