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jiminrings · 4 years ago

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why do i feel like even if tae is the one who's injured AND caught between stem koo and senior oc's tension, jungkook would STILL be the one who's crying

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

there's fINALLY some sort of peace and redemption between them

taehyung has never been indirectly involved in a palpable situation like this

the last time he was involved in anything remotely close to this, it had something to do with his field trip in second grade

whew god that was a rEALLY pressuring experience for him

it was a split vote to whether they should go to a strawberry field or a newly-opened futuristic kid-friendly interactive dinosaur museum SLASH theme park!!!!!!!

then taehyung picked the strawberry farm that was about 70% dirt

tae's put into a situation again and he doesn't know how to act lmao

"y'okay sweetheart? what's your relation to them?" the kind nurse that's obviously the maternal figure of the emergency ward asks him as she assesses him, a bit of a queue before he could get his leg patched up

he is beyond glad that she asked :D

tae's here to get his leg casted and entertain himself for the meantime!!! his fun isn't exactly correlated to that brooding fucking stem nerd's definition of it!!!

taehyung points to you directly, a cheeky grin on his face as you tilt your head in alert from your seat beside him

"she's my girlfriend!"

you chuckle at his playfulness and even the nurse does so with how proud he sounded, about to scribble it down on her clipboard when someone clearly sounds panicked about it

"she's not his girlfriend," jungkook rises from his slouched position on his seat, wide eyes fixated on the nurse as he shakes his head, trying to make her believe him

it isn't true!!!! that's misinformation!!! that's a crime!!!!

tae snaps his fingers, solemnly shaking his head

"right, my bad!! the two of us aren't in a relationship. actually, the three-..."

god oW

jungkook can't help but whack the back of taehyung's head, their boundary from being semi-strangers in your year you see like twice a day now crossing into semi-friends who aren't reserved with each other jUST because of kook's smack

that's a silent understanding, basically

tae smacks jungkook right back, only stopping on bickering when you intentionally clang your watch on the bedframe to spook them, exiting from the curtain so you could talk with the nurse

being caught in the middle of things cOULD really be fun!!! tae should get involved more often

"so tHIS is why you were outside y/n's dorm when i gave yoongi the cookies!!"

"... you know?"

kook freezes at the possibility that for some way he can't think of, taehyung somehow knows what happened between the two of you

was that why he just hAPPENED to drop by cookies when he was talking with yoongi??

yeah uhm not really

"no. i just know that yoongi hung you out to dry," he snorts because as he recalls it, jungkook looked as pale as a ghost

he didn't really plan to arrive at that time either!!! taehyung just wanted to knock on your door and hopefully drop you his treats then he'll be off his way

he didn't exactly expect to walk in on yoongi looking like he's gonna deck jungkook if only he hadn't yelled out his senior's name

see? it's like the universe just wants taehyung to be at the right places at the wrong times in order for them to eventually fall into place

okay he kinda did take a major L for having his ankle busted but that only means that you and jungkook (even if he doesn't know anything) better make up!!!

“is it bad that i wanted yoongi to punch me that time?” jungkook wonders out loud and he almost wishes he hadn’t, getting an immediate reaction of agreement

“i’ll fill in for him!!” tae half-jokes, getting yet another smack to his shoulder and at that rate, they’d be brothers by tomorrow lmao

“anyways,” he sighs as he leans back to his pillow, keeping his foot elevated. technically, this isn’t his business at all, but what could he do?? he’s sort-of-involved now and jungkook looks like he’s gonna cry out of all people, “you just want yoongi to deck you because that’d absolve you of your guilt.”

kook sighs at that, gripping his hair to keep himself from crying

“but i already know i’m guilty. not only with yoongi, but y/n especially!!”

he whistles at that, getting a mental image with your fists balled because he’s hung around enough practices to photograph all of you for the school paper, knowing that you dO pack a lot of power

“so them decking you is the only way you would feel guiltless?”

jungkook shifts at that, murmuring his answer to the question he’s got thrown

“w-well getting my apology accepted by them would be much appreciated.”

taehyung practically spoon-feeds the answer jungkook need to hear, shrugging carelessly as he watches the boy’s turmoil

god what does he dO?? this is his first interaction with you ever since the incident and he doesn’t know how to act

of all places and scenarios, it just hAD to be in the hospital because stoopid taehyung here decided to run to you while in the rain

as if on cue do you return to the curtained area with a nurse, forms between your fingers

“time to get your x-ray done, tae,” you almost sing-song to him in cheer, being relieved that things were picking up faster than you intended it to

you pat him on the head in an attempt at affection, oblivious to the curious glances that jungkook gives you while he assists the nurse in transferring taehyung to the wheelchair

it’s not until the curtain closes again and taehyung’s gone that you move, hand outstretched to give something to jungkook

.... which is just his share of taehyung’s forms that he needed to fill out so you could get on faster

the two of you are sitting beside each other, chairs close but not exactly close, clipboard in hand and taehyung’s phone at the middle edge of the hospital bed so you could copy his information

jungkook kNOWS he should be focusing on writing tae’s blood type right now, but the spur of the moment nudges him on entirely

"i'm sorry. i'm so, so sorry."

he squeaks and he has to breathe out after that

well there it goes :-)

you knew that the day wouldn’t have finished without jungkook’s input, having avoided him long enough that you didn’t know what to feel

were you expecting an apology from him??? uhm not exactly

are you commending him for apologizing??? not at all!! thanking someone for apologizing over what they’ve done to you in the first place is just a new low

“i know i can’t take back what i said now, but i truly didn’t mean it. i-i was just so confused but — b-but i’m not making excuses!! what i did was beyond shitty of me.”

oh hold on a second

that’s the first time you heard jungkook cuss

you wring your hands as you try to absorb his apology as much as possible without feeling awkward

ok you’re not as good for tHIS type of confrontation

it’s not the first time you’ve been wronged but this is perhaps the first time someone owned up to their wrong and apologize for it face-to-face

,,,,,, and not just because yoongi gave them a piece of his mind

yoongi likes fighting battles for you at times, even if you don’t necessarily ask him to

you appreciate it, but you kNOW he did not get jungkook off the hook so easily!!!!

you honestly thought that with his temper, he would’ve punched jungkook even if it was gonna make you mad

“it’s totally up to you if you don’t want to forgive me, b-but i figured i could die trying, y’know? you can reject me a couple hundred times and i’ll retry a couple thousand.”

jungkook adds and it makes the corner of your mouth raise in the tiniest most miniscule way

he knows that not only does he need to apologize with words, he also nEEDS to make it up to you with his actions!!! that’s why he plans on-

you pause your writing on the form, the act of you doing so making him freeze all the same as you try to carry on with speaking as inaudible as possible

"well you know now. i like you, that was my fault," you offer in response to his apology, coughing when you realize your mistake. "i liked you, i mean."

ok he deserved that

jungkook knows you probably figured out the hyeji situation already through yoongi, cutting his explanations down because you don’t even wanna hear her name

was it the truth? do you really not like jungkook anymore?

....

......

.........

you simmer in the own silence you’ve created, only being broken when jungkook shyly murmurs

"can't you like me some more?"

you snort at what seemed to be his playful suggestion, chuckling to yourself

jungkook was only hALF-kidding and he bows his head in embarrassment over your reaction, the pen in his hand feeling extremely light with how his hand’s trembling

you resume your writing wordlessly, not even daring to look at your right because jungkook’s trying to make himself as small as possible too

the words are just dying to fall out from his mouth, an unhinged trap he could no longer regulate when it comes to you

"you're loveable. extremely loveable."

jungkook says out of nowhere and you falter at writing taehyung’s supposed food allergies, a quiet curiosity to your words

"how would you know that?"

there’s no thought process behind it as he speaks surely this time, only taking the slightest bit of courage to look at you from the corner of his eye

"because it's you."

,,,,,

HOW are you supposed to react to that,,,

the curtains peek open and a grinning taehyung on a wheelchair estatically waves his hand

you and jungkook split from each other even if you haven’t been that close enough immediately, thankful for the welcome interruption

tae outstretches his arms for you to hoist him up the bed and you agree instantly, oblivious to the fact that he’s sticking his tongue out to jungkook who’s giving him a mean glare for his playfulness

his x-rays are all finished and he’s just waiting for the doc to come and interpret them (even if it’s beyond obvious that his ankle’s broken!!!!) so he could get on with wrapping his leg with a cast

jungkook takes this as a chance to rise up from his seat, snatching the opportunities he can within the timeframe

"what do you guys want from the cafeteria?"

tae beams at that, grateful because fINALLY someone’s asked him

"ooh!! i want-"

"what would you like, y/n?"

jungkook continues as he effectively interrupts taehyung who’s squinting and looks beyond offended ay the moment

his motive is buying <3 you <3 dinner!! not mr. ankle-breaker over here

you catch on to what he’s trying to do immediately, rolling your eyes with a hint of amusement when you plop back to your chair

“i'll have what taehyung wants.”

huh....

so he has no choice then but to ask,.,.,

jungkook clears his throat, his lips curved to a smile but his eyes looking the furthest thing from friendly

"what would you like,,,, taehyung?"

the boy pretend to be deep in thought just to waste kook’s time even more, even throwing in the humming to sell the idea

he’s been humming for half a minute now

“pasta. i want pasta. like, the most expensive pasta they have,” he nods at the amazement he has for himself, sneaking a look to a narrow-eyed jungkook

“c’mon, kook. think about y/n. she’s getting what i’m getting!!”

jungkook’s eyes instantly become brighter, realization sweeping over his features as he tries to hurry because you might be hungry at this point

“right, of course!! i’ll even get dessert :D”

well wasn’t tHAT easy hee-hee

hey maybe getting your ankle busted does lead to better things!!!

jungkook’s never been more excited to pay for overpriced pasta in cash (!!!) and carry up multiple paper bags of food and drinks on the stairs because the elevator’s taking too long

he’s only slightly confused when he walks to your spot that taehyung wasn’t there, even kinda being relieved actually

tae was whisked away for the second and final time to have his leg wrapped up, leaving you and jungkook alone once again

“that looks expensive.”

you remark the moment you see the fancy paper bags, bringing your wallet out to atleast take out a few bills that you think would cover the cost for this hospital dinner

jungkook incessantly shakes his head no, instead making you sit in place so he could turn the area to be a cozy dinner place as best as he could

"i mean it. i'm gonna make it up to you, i swear."

he speaks sometime in the middle of your silent meal, waiting for the time that it’d feel more sincere and not a little forced

ya know he didn’t want to make it seem that buying overpriced dinners correspond to him making it up to you!!!!

"i know."

you answer truthfully because you might have saw this coming, knowing in the back of your head that you wouldn’t put put it past jungkook to be sincere

you hear a noise of surprise when you reply, jungkook immediately putting his hand inside the pocket of his hoodie to fish out something

“your eyedrops, by the way. i meant to give it back to you earlier.”

your eyes skim on the dainty-looking handmade origami box on jungkook’s palm, a fond look he could atleast distinguish

you take it from him nonetheless, unaware at the multiple layers you have yet to know inside said box

“i can always buy a new one.”

he shakes his head at that, scrunching his nose as he mindlessly pokes at the chicken

he thinks back to what he put inside that might’ve been the reason why he didn’t just buy you a new stock in the first place

“i like giving back.”

giving back as in returing feelings too or whatever maybe!!!!! just maybe

he waves you off when you thank him for giving it back, his next words becoming a little weighted on your mind

"open it up when you feel like it. it's up to you."

that was that then

okay maybe not

you’re almost finished with your dinner and you know that you’re about to come home anyway, getting a text from tae that he’s done being wrapped up and is just waiting for his reminders now

why not say what you want to anyway??

"thank you for the lunchbox yesterday, by the way."

jungkook’s the one who’s caught off-guard this time, choking on his rice briefly before questioning you wITHOUT looking pathetic

"h-how did you know it was me??"

your hand only skims to the right of him, having to slightly lean against him to get what you need

it’s tae's record that jungkook had to fill up

you’ve just realized it a little while ago when jungkook was downstairs buying from the cafeteria, the distinct way of how he writes his A’s and curves his Y’s being embedded into your mind

"because it's you."

#REDEMPTION ARC BABIEEEE FEEDBACK PLS AND THANK U WHAT DO YOU WANNA SEE NEXT UPDATE #stem koo #jungkook imagine #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook au #jungkook drabble #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook fic #jungkook college au #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst

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embrassemoi · 4 years ago

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Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 20

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader Content: Language, possible errors A/N: Some ppl asked for a playlist... so ofc I made one!

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Chapter 20: Little Lion Man

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When Regulus was younger, his aunt Andromeda and Sirius were obsessed with Muggle stories. Andromeda would send them loads of books every month to the local Muggle post office to prevent their parents from confiscating them. He remembers the ten minute walks there and back, Sirius holding his hand tight, even stopping to buy ice cream during the warmer seasons. They would greet the delivery men and women, picking up a heavy stack of wrapped books before waddling out, each boy mirroring a large grin.

Every night at twilight, when their parents were asleep, Sirius would crawl into his bed and read to Regulus in a hushed voice. He would read a different story every night, lulling him to sleep. Sirius spent hours gushing about the fantastical tales Muggles wrote; how magical and mystical their minds were despite not having an ounce of magical blood. From Superman to Batman, the Joker to Daleks, Prince Caspian to King Miraz; Regulus quickly learned that they all had one common theme: the good guys and the bad guys.

Regulus often spent his time grappling with the notion; what made someone good? Because the definition changes depending on the person.

Were the good guys good because they were selfless — passionate? Those deemed good never let themselves be seen as selfish. The heroes would sacrifice themselves for the greater good, even going as far as giving up their loved ones. Or maybe it was because they went against the odds. But villains did that too.

So he re-worded the question; what made someone bad? Was it their selfishness or greed? Was it putting themselves above others? Did they know they were on the wrong side of history? Make a mistake, once, twice — but surely, that didn’t make someone bad. Did it?

If virtue is understood by both sides, then the bad guys would immediately cross that line time and time again. They lacked wisdom and truthfulness, filled with too much pride and vanity.

But now as he began to grow up far too quickly for a fourteen-year-old boy, he realized that there was more to people than just being good or evil, a saviour or tormentor, light versus darkness.

The definition of good and bad depended on who told the story and Regulus didn’t know who controlled his; him or his parents. The line was so blurred that he couldn’t objectively make the decision himself anymore. Was he more bad than good?

Laughter — rich and inviting beckoned throughout the library, snapping him out of his thoughts again; but it did nothing but chip away at his heart. Regulus got up, shoving his books and parchment into his bag, making sure to hide his face before they saw him. Today, the Marauders had come earlier than expected and he was caught off guard. He’d been doing everything to avoid them out of pure shame.

Before he went to turn, he eyed Sirius from the shadows. He smiled, carefree and happy, clinging onto Pettigrew, ruffling his hair like he once did to him.

What made them so special, so loved and cherished by Sirius? How were they able to make him laugh so effortlessly, able to brighten his day with a mere glance? What made them more of a family than he ever was to him?

But he knew, it was their family’s values and it had been taunting him every waking moment.

It’s not like he didn’t want to escape that night, but he wasn’t Sirius. He was never as bright or strong or as good as him. Sirius was bold and courageous and certainly had more bravery than he would ever have. Regulus was far too weak, a puppet for his parents to control. Sirius was everything Regulus was too afraid to be — a reminder of what he could have turned into.

Besides, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind that his parents would have killed Kreacher had he left. And this way with Sirius gone, it left Regulus to be the sole heir. Sirius was free, not being hunted down by his parents now that he bore the title. That was his gift to him, freeing Sirius of all the responsibilities, pain and grief. He owed him that much. Besides, Regulus had already mourned the childhood he never had; that made everything easier.

The day Sirius left was the day before they were set to leave for Hogwarts again and the impact of his absence was massive. He no longer heard the thumping of loud Muggle music nor the clanking of piano keys or doors slamming shut. There wasn’t any screaming aside from his parents shrieking at him for taking his father's wand. The stairs creaked; he could even hear Kreacher padding his way to his room.

It was eerily quiet and lifeless in that damned house, and he was only gone for a day.

Regulus hadn’t been taking it well. Nearly every night, his face was pressed into a pillow muffling his sobs. Sirius had kept his promise, he hadn’t talked to him since.

If only he had a scarlet tie…

Ha! He could laugh; he’d been trying to get his attention in little ways. He’d even gone as far as growing out his hair to match his — coping by writing letters every night with words he wished he could’ve said before storing them in a box under his bed. Forever unsent. Hell, Regulus was a coward, every bit as pathetic as Sirius deemed.

Ever the winter break, his parents were relentless, dumping everything that was meant for Sirius onto him. Letters were sent daily; there were talks about an arranged marriage, lumps of money now being transferred under his name, getting the dark mark… and he was being watched. Every interaction he had, his parents always knew. Especially with Muggleborns; he had to limit his interactions with them to almost nothing, or it wouldn’t end well for either.

His mind reeled back to that night, where his parents and extended family toyed with that blonde Muggle, leaving her half-dead on the dining table, the image branded in his head. It made him sick just thinking about it, he never knew what happened to her, he was too busy trying to muffle out her screams.

Regulus had been questioning everything he was taught. Sirius’ words echoed in his head; was he willing to kill Muggleborns solely because of their blood status? He's a believer in old values and traditions: yes, blood should be kept pure, but to kill Muggles… that was completely different. He’d seen how his dearly beloved aunt was burned off the tapestry, threatened and almost killed for marrying a Muggleborn — a Muggleborn who he’s met and liked and respected. His family tortured them for the sake of it and more. That wasn’t the move of someone good, those were the actions of someone evil; filled with greed, spite and selfishness. But how was he going to stop a whole bloodline from their mania?

Some may call it obedience, the way he’s listened to his parents all these years blindly, but to him, it’s respect. But did he believe that? Did they deserve to be respected? He was miserable and this wasn’t a healthy way to show filial piety.

What did he believe in?

Perhaps there wasn’t such a thing, good or evil, maybe there was only power.

Regulus was lost and confused and most of all, lonely. He remembered Sirius promised him once, before the day he was set to leave for Hogwarts for the first time, that he would never be alone. What a funny thing, promises.

Tears were forming fast and if he didn’t leave then, they would fall any second now. He needed to get out of the library.

Regulus asked himself again; what made someone good or bad — or rather, was he good or bad? He’s veering towards bad.

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After catching word from Mary that Remus’ birthday was approaching, Y/N had been knitting him a sweater in her spare time (or trying to). It was sweet, simple and showed that she’d put effort into it, especially since he taught her. Although, the sweater was lopsided and she hadn’t quite gotten the hang of a certain stitch or how to close sections. Perhaps she should use magic.

Her fingers fiddled with the needle, looping the yarn over the other side. Without looking up, she made a sharp turn into the library before crashing into a hunched-over figure; sniffling and a complete mess.

An apology dangled from her lips before recognizing the figure as Regulus. It had been two months since she’d last seen him and in short, he looked like shit. His skin was grey and lost all sense of a youthful dewy glow. If Sirius had dark eye circles or Remus looked tired, Regulus beat them by miles.

Y/N stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do before gently patting his shoulder. “Regulus?” She asked softly, nothing more than a whisper.

There was a flash of pure terror as he looked up, his eyes nervous as his head spun around to look around the place like he always did. He looked mad, almost unhinged as his hands gently pushed her away, signalling for her to leave. “I — I can’t be seen around you.”

“Can’t? What are you going on abo —” She cut herself off, ignoring the matter entirely. He clearly wasn’t in the right mindset.

His voice was strained, quiet as he kept on murmuring, he almost sounded angry. “You can’t — we’ll both get in trouble. Y/N, go — please… ”

At this, Y/N felt her skin rise in small goosebumps. She looked back to the library, just making out her friend’s figures before looking down at Regulus again. She wasn’t going to leave him like this: crying and delusional.

She took a deep inhale before bending down, picking up her needles and yarn off the ground and slipped them into her bag. She placed a cautious arm around Regulus to keep him upright. “Come with me.” But Regulus wouldn’t budge, not until she flicked down her hood, obscuring her face.

She led him up to the astronomy tower, walking and twisting around before setting him down on a nearby bench, making sure to lock any entrances. They sat in silence, aside from Regulus attempting to regulate his breathing. The cold whipping wind tossed his hair and sank into her bones. With a few charms, they were both warm again, but still able to breathe in the crisp air.

He remained quiet. Y/N didn’t push. Instead, she began babbling softly about random things to distract him. When she heard a sharp exhale of air, mimicking a half-hearted chuckle was when she knew he had calmed down.

“Thank you,” he muttered. It’s quiet, barely above a whisper. Regulus’ cheeks were pink, colour finally returning to him from either embarrassment or the cold.

“Any time,” she smiled warmly. Her hand reaches into her bag, fishing out the snacks that were meant for the study group: blackberries that were for Remus, a muffin for Marlene, were now shared between them. She tried to encourage him to eat, to regain any sort of energy.

He listened without complaint, a tense yet thankful air engulfed them. It was only until he finished the food, about an hour gone by, was when he spoke again. “Why are you being so nice to me.” It’s not even a question, just an odd accusation.

She thinks for a while, searching for the best answer. “I wished someone was there for me when I was going through a hard time.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Her eyebrows raised, “Well, let’s get to know each other then. I’ll tell you something about myself and then you can go?”

Regulus looked up at her with a calculated expression, cautious and looked uncomfortable but he nodded.

“Let’s start simple. I have an owl named Celeste.”

He gulped, looking back to the entrance. His answer came delayed, strained and she wondered if she had pushed him too far. “I play the violin.”

Y/N smiled largely. “The violin is beautiful! Hmm… I can’t ride a broomstick to save my life, unlike you.”

At this, he smiles — a real genuine smile that causes his eyes to crinkle and sparkle. “Really?” His eyes burned with curiosity before he looked down, “I can’t swim.”

“Swim?” She repeats, chuckling to herself, “Who doesn’t know how to swim?”

“You’re making me feel grand. Terribly uncalled for.”

Her eyes rolled, “You should learn. It can save your life one day. Who wants to drown?”

“Maybe I’ll ask McGonagall — I heard for tougher punishments she’ll throw you into the black lake.”

“You’re the perfect candidate then.”

After a while, way past curfew, Regulus seemed cheerier; his tear-stained cheeks now replaced with a smile and relaxation. That day, Y/N unaware, was a day Regulus would never forget.

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March 8th, 1976

“Sirius, shut up.”

“You’re the one yelling!”

“... Right.”

Excused from their afternoon classes because their Puffskein was about to hatch, the Marauder’s dorm was bustling with panic and bickering. When Y/N partnered with Sirius for their project, she expected fighting (which happened every day) but not for Sirius to be like this. He’d been running around the dorm, grabbing warm towels, bowls of water and taking out his panic on her. He gripped his textbook, flicking through notes to see if they had everything. It was as if he was preparing for the birth of an actual baby.

She silently watched him, her mind thinking about Regulus rather than their project. This was the only time she and Sirius were alone and wondered if she should mention his freakout the other day but stopped — it didn’t take a genius to know they weren’t on friendly terms.

Since that night, she’d seen Regulus almost daily, but only at night before their study group. She would spend an hour or so with him before the Marauder or girls came barraging in; Regulus left before they appeared. The entire situation left her deeply confused, worried and most of all, suspicious.

“We need Kettleburn —”

Annoyance began nipping at her. “Calm down.”

“I’m not going to calm down!”

Sirius paced, both firing snide jabs. Too preoccupied in his panicked state, he didn’t hear the quiet cracking of the white shell, forming the shape of a lightning bolt before cascading over.

“Um, Black?”

“Let’s not start. How are you so —”

“Get your ass over here now!”

Sirius pressed his lips together immediately and rushed over, both huddled side by side near the roaring fireplace. The shell twitched, cracking more and they both gasped in amazement. The process was faster than either expected as they saw the small tuft of cream fur peek out along with a pair of black eyes. Its long pink tongue slipped out, already looking for its first meal. Y/N scrambled to grab a nearby dish of dried spiders to feed it while Sirius cradled it in his hand. His smile was wide, buzzing with excitement as he observed it. His hands gently glided over the soft fur as it emitted a low humming sound.

A deep chuckle erupts from Sirius and she could feel the vibrations from how close they were. His laugh, which once made her cringe, now made her skin feel fuzzy and heart flutter. But, it wasn’t like that, she thinks. Of course not! She still wants to jinx him, maybe even throw him into the fireplace. Yes, that’s it.

She snaps out of her violent thoughts when she finds Sirius already looking at her, a pretty flush to his skin as he observes her softly. Her brows crinkled; instead of a frown or on the cusp on an insult, he smiles.

“Do you want to hold it?” Y/N nods eagerly. Sirius shifts his body, placing the Puffskein in the palms of her hands. It’s incredibly soft, adorable and when it leans into her, falling asleep, she swore she fell in love.

“What do you want to name it?” She mumbled, afraid that if she were any louder it might wake it up. Sirius takes a long time to ponder and Y/N braces herself for an insult, already thinking of a plethora of her own.

“It looks like porridge… Oatmeal!”

“Are you serious?”

“I’d be worried if I wasn’t.”

Y/N tries to suppress her smile but fails. The Puffskein did look like a grain of oatmeal. Plain and simple, she liked it.

“Hello, Oats! You’re so cute — I could just eat you up!”

“Morbid much.”

Hours went by before they ultimately decided to head down to Kettleburn’s office for an examination of Oats’ health. Sirius cradled it in a small blanket, shielding it from the rest of the world. Marlene and Dorcas were standing by the sidelines, joining them as they walked past.

“Yours hatched already? Aw, it looks so cute!” Dorcas squealed. Her hands reached out, giddy as Sirius gently placed it into her arms but not without fretting. Marlene only looked down at her with a soft gaze, her face becoming pink as she wrapped an arm around her.

“Give it a rest. She’s not going to drop it.”

“Now you, McKinnon?! I’m a father now! Our kid deserves the best care! Right, L/N?”

It catches her off guard. Sirius trying to include her in a conversation? That’s a new milestone. “Of course; the proudest parents.”

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Once done with Kettleburn, Sirius went to bring Oats back to his dorm, parting as Y/N went to find Lily who took her notes for her afternoon classes.

Out in the courtyard, walking around in the snow, both Lily and Snape wandered around before she picked up a snowball, throwing it at him. Snape sent her a deadpanned look as Lily kept hurling snowballs. Most missed him, others hit him before he retaliated and threw some back.

Y/N halted, watching the scene play out and debated whether or not to approach them. But decided to, shouting while striding up to them.

“Petals!”

Lily’s smile grew before her head whipped to her. She stopped her snowball fight, getting up to bounce her way over to her. Snape followed in suit, but as Lily began to babble on and on about what she missed, Snape’s eyes bore into her, vice versa.

“I’ll see you later, Sevy! We need to go,” said Lily, already turning to walk away. Y/N lingered back a pause, just enough to see Snape draw his wand and shoot a spell at her. She had just enough time to block it. Whatever spell it was, it sparkled like a firecracker. If Snape could easily send a hex or jinx her way inboard daylight with Lily just a little ahead, what was he willing to do had they been alone.

His angel persona around her was dropping quickly.

“Whiskers!” Shouted Lily. Her arms raised in question. “Get over here!”

A flurry of thoughts bombarded her before she could process them. She was about to cause a scene, yell and scream until that nasty sneer fell off his face until she felt a tug on her arm. Lily hooked her arm around Y/N, pulling her away. But she still had her wand drawn, ready to block another spell. She tossed one last look at him; he smiled wickedly.

“Are you okay?”

She had enough tip-toeing around Snape. She remained tranquil, gave him the benefit of the doubt and respected their friendship but that was enough.

“No, I’m not actually,” keeping her tone as soft as possible, trying not to sound defensive, “Why do you waste your time around him?”

Lily paused, her eyes going wide. An offended expression crossed her face as she took a moment to digest the remark. “Sev? What are you getting at?” Her tone was guarded which had Y/N debating whether or not to drop the conversation entirely. A fight with Lily was not on her to-do list.

“I just think you should be careful around him.”

“I can look out for myself,” she grumbled, “Severus has been there for me for years. I know how to separate myself from the wrong sorts.”

“I’m only saying this to look out for —”

“I know, but he isn’t like what you’re thinking.” Lily didn’t look mad, just tired as she nodded sharply. Taking a stack of parchment from her bag, Lily handed it to her and walked faster. “You’re around Potter too much. He isn’t like what he says he is.”

Y/N felt annoyance blossom in her chest at the accusation of James but bit her tongue to avoid more conflict. Right now, they trod on dangerous waters.

Neither spoke to each other for the rest of the day.

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ratchedspeach · 4 years ago

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Can you please PLEASE write a second part to that reader/Alice story you wrote a while back! I need more

Twist my arm why don’t you (-,: ok fine here you go! This is ACTUALLY NSFW. Enjoyyyy.

Read part 1 HERE

Alice spends more time fiddling with her fork than she does eating when your food arrives. You ask if everything is okay, and she nods.

“I’m still feeling a bit ... under the weather.” She admits.

“Acid can do that.” You smirk, and she blushes, and it sends something in your stomach fluttering.

What you had initially mistaken for timidness in her, you now recognize is more contemplative. She watches you with fascination — the way you order, the way you sit, the topics you chose for discussion. It’s all foreign to her. A new world bursting at the seams. She marvels at you, and you’re not sure you deserve it.

“I’ve seen owls stare less than you.” You tease.

Alice blinks. “Sorry.” She murmurs, pulling her gaze down to her plate. Throughout the course of the meal, she’s managed to push the bits of chicken in her pasta to one side of her plate. It’s a nervous habit, you’re sure, but endearing nonetheless.

“Don’t be sorry.” You assure her, sipping your wine. You need the courage. “You certainly apologize a lot.”

“I...”

“It’s alright, Alice. I don’t need an explanation.”

Your lack of expectation catches her off guard, makes something shimmer behind her wide brown eyes. She nods slowly, putting a forkful of pasta to her mouth, and chews. You offer to pay the bill, but Alice won’t hear of it, though, and you eventually agree to split it.

“Can I hold your hand?” You ask once you’re outside the building.

Alice nibbles on the corner of her lip. Wind breaks apart her curls, sending the strands across her face. They look like spider’s silk in the pale evening light. There’s a soft rose to her cheeks from windchill, and you can see the skin of her clavical dipping between the v-neckline of her dress. You think she might be the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on. Soft in all the ways a woman should be soft, earnest in the ways that you can only blame on her own intrinsic goodness.

“Alright.” She whispers, and you realize you’ve been staring at her chest. “But ... when we get to the hotel, I — well ...” She flusters, and you remedy it.

“You decide when we’re close, and I’ll let go.” Christ, you’ll go through the service entrance if she needs you to.

Alice’s palm is calloused, but her fingers remain soft. She must get manicures, you think you might recall her nails being painted now, but you don’t dare look. You’re afraid of pulling attention to your hands, afraid that when you look down your fingers won’t be intertwined at all, and that it will have been a dream all along. Instead, you walk steadfast against one another. You think maybe you should say something, but Alice seems contented to watch shops and people pass her by.

And you’re content in watching her.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many stores so close together.” She breathes, and you realize you’re not sure where she’s from. You don’t really know anything about her.

“I thought the world started and ended in St Louis before I went to college.” You say, faint recollection buzzing alongside the alcohol in your system.

Alice whips around to meet your gaze. “You’re from St. Louis?”

“I am.”

“That’s ...” Alice shakes her head. She laughs, and it rasps in her throat.

“What?” Your stomach pulls into a knot. “What’s so funny?”

“I’m from St. Louis!” She grins.

And it’s ... the way she looks at you, the way she smiles, the way her eyes shimmer as if she’s watching the sun set. You know it means she wants you. More than that, you know it means she likes you. Likes you as more than a mere experiment, as some selfish object. She admires you.

You walk in tandem, talking about your new shared affinity with fingers knit together until you reach the outskirts of the hotel. Only then, with the weight of reality, does she pull away.

“I’m sorry.” She murmurs, gaze pulled to her shoes.

You shake your head. “I understand, Alice. I would never push you towards something you weren’t comfortable with.”

“I...”

“What? What is it?”

“Will you ... will you take me to your room?”

You think you can feel your heart stop — not just skip a beat, but physically stop. “I ... yes.” You breathe, swallowing the smile that’s forcing it’s way onto your features. “Of course.”

Your room is on the opposite corner of the hotel from hers, but you can’t imagine it looks very different. Nevertheless, there’s an uncertainty to the way Alice traces her finger across the bedside table. Her nail scrapes the varnish, eyes lingering there. You know she’s trying not to make eye contact, know she’s not sure of herself. So you step closer, placing a hand on her shoulder, and meet her eyes in earnest.

“Hi.” Your lips press into a smile.

Alice’s chest heaves. “Hello.”

“Are you alright?”

“Yes. Are you?”

“Yes.” You nibble on your lower lip. “Can ... can I ...”

But befor you can finish the thought, she’s kissing you. Her palms cup either of your cheeks, her eyes squeeze shut, she holds her breath. And you? You do the oppsosite. Your eyes practically pop out of your skull as you watch her. There’s something so desperate to it. She kisses you like she’s not sure she’ll get the chance again, and you realize that might be true. Alice’s mouth tastes line wine, and something sweet that you can’t place. Your ties into knots. Your hands pull around her waist and press her closer. And then she’s pushing you against the bed — she’s tugging at the buttons on your shirt, she’s mewling softly against your lips.

“Alice.” You half moan, half choke when you feel her fingers scrape across the skin of your clavical. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Alice breathes, and you know it’s earnest — know she’s finding herself, know she needs you. “Please. I ... please.”

And her wish is your command.

You flip her so you’re on top. Alice brings one leg around your waist as she pulls your shirt down to expose your shoulders. You wriggle out of it. You make quick work of the zipper on the side of her dress, and she pulls it down. You can’t help it when you stop kissing her to stare at the expansion of her stomach — smooth, taught, supple. Her breasts heave under the lace of her bra, and you kiss at their highest point. Alice’s hips buck against your thigh. Her fingers grasp against your shoulder blades.

“I ...”

“Say it.” You murmur into the nape of her neck, sending a shiver through Alice.

“I ... want you.”

You smile, and you know she feels the tug of your lips against her skin. Alice tenses when you don’t respond, breath held, nerves burning under the weight of your body.

“Please.” She squeeks, and it’s so uncertain, so openly sincere, it almost catches you off guard.

You recover, though, fingers digging into the inside of her thigh, teeth scraping against her ear, body flush against hers. You’re going to enjoy this, you think, as she lets out a humm of pleasure.

You want to take this slow. Well, no — you don’t. Not really, but your need to make sure she feels safe outweighs your desperation to taste her. So you don’t move until she begs — don’t do anything until she indicates that it’s ok.

Alice is taken aback by how gentle you are, shocked by how much control you are willing to give her while still holding dominance. It’s new. All of it. And she loves it. And her skin tingles, and her throat is dry, and —

“Oh my god.” Alice bites her lip to keep from shrieking when she feels you kiss the cotton of her underwear.

It’s then that you stop questioning if this is alright — then that you trust your instincts. Your teeth graze the inside of her thigh, and she shudders.

“Are you sure?” You ask, promising yourself it’ll be the last time.

Alice nods, chokes on a ‘yes’ as her fingers knot against the bedspread. It’s all the confirmation you need to pull her underwear down. You kiss her first — from her knee, to the soft flesh of her thigh, nipping at the point just below her hip bone. Alice’s back arches in anticipation. When your tongue comes to lick her center, Alice gasps.

“Oh.” Her eyes flutter closed, lower lip catching between her teeth.

When you find her clit, she yelps. You wonder if her husband has ever dared to venture as far with his mouth. You assume not when she can’t stifle another moan.

“G-god.” Alice pants, one leg coming over your shoulder.

Her fingers lace through your hair, knitting against the base of your skull. She tugs there, pressing you closer against her. And you pull away. And her eyes go wide.

“W-wha —“

But her words die on her tongue when you dip down against the base of her jawline. Your fingers trail down her shoulders grazing the her nipples. They pebble under your touch, heave with her uneven breaths. You move further down the skin of her stomach, past her belly button. You stop above her clit, and you feel her tense. When you slip inside her, Alice growls, the low rasp of her natural cadence hitting a new octave.

She’s so soft. It’s the only way you can describe her. Her body feels like silk. She smells sweet, tastes sweet, and god, if she isn’t the gentlest woman you’ve ever felt. Alice’s hips buck against your palm, fingers scraping down your back. Her breath comes in ragged, uneven inhales. She’s close, you think.

You kiss down the expanse of stomach until you’ve found her clit once more. You press your tongue against it, hold still for just a moment, before you’re swiping it in different directions. That, matched with the upward incline of your fingers, sends Alice reeling.

She’s lightheaded, unhinged from this reality, yet still somehow completely present. Alice looks at you, fingers knitting in your hair once more, taking against your scalp as she feels something make her thighs begin to tremble. What could that — oh!

“F-fuck!” Alice screams as her body erupts, and then almost immediately her hand is over her mouth. “Oh, god, I’m sorry!”

And you laugh. She’s the only person you’ve ever seen apologize for having an orgasm. The woman goes slack, hips relaxing. You tease your fingers out of her, reveling in the way she jerks under your touch. Wiping the corners of your lips, you lie next to her and press a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“G-god ... that was ... different.” She pants as her breath struggled to level. “I’ve never ... I mean ... I don’t think.”

She shakes her head, flips to her side so she’s looking at you. One of her hands comes to trace your cheek. “Thank you.”

You laugh again, and she quirks an eyebrow. It wasn’t meant to be funny. It’s not, really. It’s just so honest. You’ve never met someone so honest. You kiss her — tender, and fervent, and with far more understanding than you should have for only just meeting her. Alice smiles against your lips, pulls you into her embrace. She smells sweet, slightly milky, like some sort of melon. She feels like springtime, you think, as you feel her fingers trail down your spine.

#nat writes #archive of our own #mrs. america #alice macray #Alice x reader #omg I am writing smut now #smut

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 4 years ago

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Round One

It’s time to read & vote!

The 13 fics that we received for this round can be found below, or on AO3 here! Each fic follows the theme [New Adult], includes the tropes [Roommates] and [Based on a Children’s Book Series], and has a central character focus on [Octavia Blake]! When you vote, please be sure to take into consideration the USE of all these elements, because, as with all other TROPED events, the purpose is to select the authors who best utilize the requirements!

The structure for voting is simple! Please rank the thirteen (13) fics, first (1) being your top choice, and thirteen (13) being your last choice! The first poll, you will be asked to rank all 13 fics, the way you did in the Qualifying Round. This will help us to break any ties, and we will use this ranking to reorder the authors for the Bunker Brackets for Round 2. The second poll will have five head-to-head pairings and 3 BYEs this round. Please select which author of the two fics you think deserves to move on to Round 2!

You can vote here:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/57WNY9B

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the daughter of war (Rated T) [Octavia & Niylah]

Summary: Octavia's been at Camp Half-Blood for half her life, and she has no interest in leaving. It takes a war, a near-fatal injury and the kindness of an unwanted roommate to show her that she has the strength to forge her own path.

You Choose Your Race (And Then You Run) (Rated T) [Octavia & Carole]

Summary: Octavia has always lived in her older brother’s shadow. Everyone knew her just as Bellamy’s little sister -- if they knew her at all. Homeschooled for most of her life, she had few friends of her own and was so excited to finally step out into the world and follow in her brother’s footsteps to be a political science major at Boston University.

Until she flunked out of college. She realized she isn’t her brother, can’t be her brother, and wants to run as far as she can in the other direction. She leaves the university with no direction and winds up in Willow Creek, Virginia, rooming with Carole Hanson who is taking a gap year to work at Pine Hollow and save up for vet school.

We Are The Wild Youth (Rated T) [Octavia & Josephine]

Summary: Between what has to be the worst roommate ever, and trying to find her place on the school equestrian program, Octavia is struggling to find her place in her second year of college. When she finds out she is finally going to get to compete in her first ever horse show, will anything actually go right?

courage, dear heart (Rated T) [Gen Fic]

Summary: Now, this is a story you may know...

There were four children who went through a magical wardrobe, and became kings and queens of a magical land.

To the glistening eastern sea, I give you Queen Raven the Resourceful. To the great western woods, King Wells the Wise. To the radiant southern sun, Queen Clarke the Commanding. And to the clear northern skies, I give you King Bellamy the Benevolent. Once a king or queen of Narnia, always a king or queen of Narnia

....but this is not the story to be told. This story is of a fifth child, who was hidden and forgotten.

To the holder of the compass, Octavia the Osleya, I give you the Champion of Narnia.

choices made in sp[r]ite (Rated T) [Octavia/Murphy]

Summary: Octavia scowled, lying back down on the bed, wishing for nothing more than to wake up from whatever nightmare she was currently residing in. Sure, she had been a little bit unhinged since graduating from Haven City Prep School, but that didn’t mean Bellamy had to leave her in a cell just because she got in another fight!

or... and they were cellmates (oh my god, they were cellmates)

Once a king or queen of Narnia... (Rated T) [Octavia & Bellamy]

Summary: They grow up together. Twice. That would mess with anyone's head.

laying down my past i scream (this is not the end of me) (Rated T) [Octavia & Murphy]

Summary: The last person Octavia wanted to be stuck in a cell with was Murphy.

Not after he betrayed her, turned to the enemy's side.

Tried to kill her.

But maybe she didn't yet know the full story.

- or the Eragon/100 crossover where Octavia has a dragon and so does Murphy and they're stuck in a cell together

and now we're grown-up orphans (that never knew their names) (Rated T) [Octavia & Clarke]

Summary: In a world where every person is allowed to have only one child, Octavia Blake has lived her whole life in hiding. But when she's nineteen, she gets the salvation she'd given up on: a new identity.

Specifically, the identity of the recently deceased Josephine Griffin.

Even In Death May You Be Triumphant (Rated T) [Octavia & Indra]

Summary: Octavia was woken by the soft rustling of dirt being moved above her. The sound was methodical, growing louder and closer, before the thud of the shovel hitting her coffin lid signaled the start of her new life. Indra had come for her.

Octavia and Indra Vampire AU based on the Cirque du Freak series (Mainly the Vampire Blood Trilogy)

It's about growing up (Rated G) [Octavia & Bellamy]

Summary: Bellamy and Octavia have spent every moment of her life together, but a trip back in time in a treehouse they had played in as a kid helps to finally break open the tense air between them, and lets them find new footing.

cause the big dog's moving in (Rated T) [Octavia x Murphy]

Summary: Murphy's new roommate came with a dog, which was really the best kind of bonus.

"He's a red lab," Octavia had told him when he'd asked. "And he's big."

Murphy had seen labs before and while, yeah, they were decently large, they weren't that big, but, really, he was just excited to have a dog by association.

Maybe he should have asked for at least pictures or something, though, because he definitely hadn't anticipated just how big Octavia's big red dog really was.

Do act mysterious. (Rated T) [Octavia x Levitt]

Summary: Octavia has learned a lot over her years in college.

She's learned that she has a knack for solving mysteries, that she wants to make a steady income in sleuthing once she graduates with her criminal justice degree, and most recently, that she has a thing for her roommate, Levitt.

So when Levitt's entire life implodes against his will, Octavia finds herself diving head first into solving the mystery of who the culprit is, determined to restore Levitt's name and bring the guilty party to justice.

(She just wishes it didn't involve interacting with all of her college exes in the process.)

The Unshakable Queen, Her Broken Mind, And a Heart Long Since Castaway (Rated T) [Gen Fic]

Summary: Octavia kom Wonkru has had a rough week. Well more like a rough past six years, but who's counting? Prettyu soon though she finds the solace she's been looking for and she gets dragged into a fairytale, literally!

A land of stories and the 100 crossover that no one wanted but you got anyways!

#TROPED: t100 #TROPED Madness #troped madness 2.0 #troped madness: round 1 #round 1: new adult #character: octavia #troped: voting

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justlookatthosesausages · 5 years ago

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‘Emergence’ - an interactive fanfic

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CHAPTER 6

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“Moooorning!” Chimed Anna, shaking her elder awake.

Elsa grumbled, struggling to open her eyes. Why did her sister always have to shake her body when she wanted to wake her up?

Anna saw how tired Elsa was, and wondered if she had slept properly.

“Hey, you haven’t told me... Did you get new nightmares?”

“Hmm-what?” Muttered Elsa as she turned, her voice croaky.

Anna chuckled. Her elder often said that Anna was a disaster waking up, but at the way Elsa was rubbing her eyes now, it was clear that she had some tough mornings as well. She was adorable doing so, however. And Anna forgot her question for a moment, shaking her sister again with a touched smile.

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” Groaned Elsa. “What did you say?”

“I was asking you if you still had nightmares. I mean, those visions you don’t like with the statues of the past.”

The evocation of it made Elsa awake faster. She blinked and frowned, sitting up.

“I don’t dislike them. It’s just that Ahtohallan submit them to me. So I’m not always in the mood.”

Anna bent her head in an insisting way. “What I want to know, is if you had other visions of sad moments. It disturbs your sleep, as you told me. I’m just making sure that you get proper sleep.”

At the way Elsa had yawned during her sentence, so much that she could have unhinged her jaw, Anna had her answer.

“You had more, don’t you?”

“No!” Hurried to say Elsa, her voice clear now. Her eyes seemed to focus as well, despite being wet after yawning. “No, I don’t have any new ones. I would have told you. It’s just... I’ve been thinking a lot at night, lately. Just like you.”

The redhead saw how she diverted the subject on her to avoid talking about it. She shouldn’t have told her about her sleep schedule the day before around the camp fire.

“Nope, we’re not talking about me right now. I’m worried for you. How much did you sleep last night?”

“You were just there. You know.” Smiled Elsa, waving her hand at the tent they had just slept in.

“I meant, the night before.”

The blonde winced a bit. “Not much.”

Anna lost her soft face and switched to a sad one. “Elsa...”

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that look. Not that early in the morning.” Whined the elder.

She stood up, and went to the entrance of the tent. “I’m going to bring you tea. Yelena makes the best brews. I suppose that you want some bread as well?”

Anna wasn’t thinking about food, she needed to ask more questions about Elsa’s health. However, her stomach gurgled, and the Fifth Spirit chuckled at the sound.

“Let’s take several slices of bread.”

On that, she opened the tent, and the bright light of the forest came in. Anna hissed at it, and raised a hand to protect her face from the intrusion.

“Can’t we just stay in bed? Please? I took a day off, it’s not to wake up at the same time I usually do.”

“Sorry, but here, once you’re awake, you’re awake.”

“Say the one who just yawned to death.”

“Well, now I’m standing and ready to start the day. And you’re still seated on the bed.”

Anna stuck her tongue out.

“You’re not even dressed”, pointed the younger.

Elsa raised an unimpressed and quite sarcastic eyebrow, and waved her hands. In one go, her night gown vanished and a whole new dress appeared on her in a dance of snowflakes. Anna groaned and let herself fall back on the bed.

“This is so unfair.”

The blonde laughed with a clear voice, and her smiling face was highlighted by her white outfit and the warm rays of the morning sun.

“We can make a breakfast in bed, if you want.”

Anna rose a hand and pointed a thumb up as an appreciation.

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“Does she always have this energy on mornings?” Asked Ryder, concerned as he saw Anna train with the Northuldra on a staff fight session.

Kristoff smiled with deep love. “Always. She takes a lot of time to wake up, but once she’s up, she’s a true powerhouse, and never stops until the sun is down.”

Ryder noticed how he had just said that with a mellow voice, and followed by an admirative sigh. He cringed in disgust.

“I’ll never understand it.”

“What?” Asked Kristoff, distracted by the moves of Anna, not detaching his eyes from her.

“Nothing.”

Elsa joined them, still enjoying her mug of tea.

“You’re not training this morning?” Inquired Ryder.

She shook her head to say no as she drank. Her brother-in-law turned to her.

“Wait, you train to fight every morning?”

“If I slept in the camp, yeah. Why?”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. I just... Hardly imagine you fighting with a staff.”

“I don’t”, snorted Elsa. “I use magic.”

“Yep, and she wins every time.” Sighed Ryder, who had stopped counting his bruises - but still asked to train against her whenever he could -.

“Isn’t that cheating? Using magic against wooden weapons?” Pointed out the blond.

“Are you calling me a cheater?”

Kristoff crossed his arms. “I’m only stating the obvious.”

“Excuse me... Who’s the one who made sound effects on last charades night??”

He rose a finger. “First of all, you still have no proof of that. Second of all, that’s in the rules.”

“It’s NOT in the rules. You and Olaf really need to check them for next time, you’re the worst at it.”

Ryder was in the middle of their interactions, and felt like they were about to punch each other, but they suddenly burst in laughter. He stared at them in confusion.

Anna approached, twirling her staff around with ease. “Hearing you two laugh that hard is stimulating on mornings.”

She took the cloth Elsa gave her and wiped her face with it. With an excited smile, she extended her arm and bumped Ryder on the head with her stick. “You’re taking the next round?”

Challenge passed in his eyes. “I’m coming!”

As he followed her back to the training area, he turned to Elsa and Kristoff. “Do you think I have a chance?” He whispered, a bit worried, for he had never fought against Anna.

“Uh-uh”, assured Elsa as she shook no with her head.

“Not in a million years”, said Kristoff with a puff.

The Northuldra gulped. “...Really?”

Elsa waved at him with a mocking smirk. “Good luck.”

He joined Anna, who was jumping on her feet in impatience.

“I’m gonna prepare him an ice pack.” Murmured Elsa.

“Yeah, good idea.” Whispered Kristoff.

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Anna was walking in the reindeer paddock with Elsa by her side, and loved those moments when they took care of the animals. As she scratched the muzzle of one of them, she turned to her sister.

“Say, have you seen new memories of Mama and Papa?”

Elsa looked up at the sky as she thought. “Not since the ones I saw in Ahtohallan on my first time, and I already told you about them a lot.”

“And no new ones, given to you in your meditation and stuff?”

“No, sorry.”

Anna chuckled. “Don’t apologize. It’s not due to you.”

“I know, it’s just... I wish I could give you more. More memories, more details. You deserve to know more as much as I do.”

“The past will be revealed little by little, I suppose.”

Elsa nodded, and they kept walking in the field. Suddenly, a thought struck Anna’s mind.

“Wait a minute.”

“What??” Worried the blonde.

“The memories you get through your mind... In visions... I mean, any memory you get when you’re not actually in the memories room. They’re all from our past, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the concept of a memory”, replied Elsa, who wondered for a second if her sister had become stupid.

“But those submitted memories are from our past, every time, aren’t they?”

She pointed at the two of them. And Elsa widened her eyes when she understood what she meant. The realization struck her mind as well.

“Oh my goodness...”

“YES.”

“Are you saying...”

“I don’t know what I’m saying. I just connected the dots. It’s up to you to tell me now why the source only send you memories from the two of us.”

“I don’t know!” Exclaimed Elsa, in a tone that was half alarmed and half offended.

Anna stared at her. “Do you think... Oh damn, I hope it doesn’t mean that I’m gonna die soon.”

“Anna!!”

“I’m just joking.”

“You know I don’t like it when you joke about that.”

“Sorry. It’s just... It’s usually meaningful, no? Like, Ahtohallan showed you a memory of Mother when she was young first and foremost.”

“Yes, it can’t just be chance, I agree with you. There’s something to decipher, I can feel it.”

Anna nodded. As she walked, a reindeer bumped its head to her arm, asking for scratches too. She smiled and gave them with love. Her face got serious however as she turned back to Elsa.

“Tell me in a letter the next time you see a new one, okay? Immediately.”

“I promise.”

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She however didn’t have to wait long. And a letter wasn’t necessary. For her next vision happened within the day, and even before the night would fall.

“Isn’t that a bit high?” Smirked Anna, looking up.

“It’s fine. Honeymaren and Ryder taught me how to climb trees.”

“Oh, I know, I remember the time you showed me this summer. I don’t doubt your talent, I just want to make sure that you don’t hurt yourself.”

“I can see the whole land from here.” Smiled Elsa, fifteen meters above. “I’m actually thinking of building a tree house here, because it’s a strategic point.”

“Uh-uh.” Said Anna, shaking her head.

With her hands on her hips, she looked around her, imagining the view she had from the branch she was sitting on. She would have liked to join her sister, but her courage couldn’t cancel her clumsiness: there was a high chance for her to fall and break her arm or something. Which, given her Queen duties, was really something to avoid.

Elsa looked to the horizon with a smiling content face, looking at the river. The sun was reflecting on the waters, with a bright white glow. She didn’t think of squinting her eyes as her gaze fell on it, and the sudden light drilled in her pupils. As she slightly moaned in pain, she thought it was weird, because she got used to the brightness of the sun. But the reflection light got more intense, and suddenly turned into a flash.

Elsa screamed at how strong the flash was, and got the heaviest vision of Ahtohallan she ever had since she gained her new power: in one second, she saw a third person point of view of Anna and herself in ice statues, representing them talking to each other. The Spirit clenched her eyes shut, squinting at the brisk dose of white. She tried to focus, but she felt like her mind was turning to cotton. With all the effort she could assemble, she tried to understand when the memory was taking place. Elsa understood when she saw the dress Anna was wearing, and her coronation cape weighing on her own shoulders.

The statues slowly sneaked awkward peaks at each other, and it then felt like a static electricity shock happened between them. Like two words collided. Like an explosion occurred at a touching point.

“...Hi.”

“Hi me...? Oh. Um. Hi.”

“...You---”

And the flash ended just as quick as it appeared. The forest landscape spring up again to Elsa’s vision, but she barely saw it.

She felt all strength leaving her body, slowly drifting into unconsciousness. She knew that she was drifting out of the branch because she was losing her balance. Elsa was tilting to the ground...

By simple curiosity, Anna lifted her head to her sister, wondering when she would be done. Her face turned pale in a second when she saw that Elsa’s eyes were rolling to the back of her head, her body limp, and that she was falling backwards off the branch.

“ELSA!!” Yelled Anna with all the force in her lungs.

She rushed as fast as she could under the tree, just in time to catch the lifeless body of her elder.

With a ‘oof!’, she fell to the grass, rolling along with her due to the sudden impact. Hopefully, they both made it without a scratch, and Anna’s breath got stuck in her chest from the shocking situation.

“ELSA! ELSA!!” She panicked, urging to shake the blonde’s shoulders.

They were at the borders of the village, and some Northuldra had ran to them when they heard her screams.

Slowly, Elsa opened her eyes and came back to reality. She blinked, and took notion of how much time she had been unconscious.

“A-”

“Oh thanks goodness you’re okay.” Sighed heavily Anna, tackling her sister in a tight hug, which could have make Elsa faint just as much.

“It’s... It was Ahtohallan, again.” Muttered Elsa on her shoulder, regaining her strength.

“WHAT?”

She asked Anna to help her stand with a simple gesture, seeing how everyone was staring at her. The redhead frowned once they stood up completely.

“It was a vision of Ahtohallan that made you faint?? But... This could have been so dangerous!”

“I’m alright.”

“You fell off the tree!!”

“It’s fine.”

“The tree is so high!! You could have died!!”

“I’m alive right now.”

“BECAUSE I SAVED YOU!!”

Elsa bit her lip. She couldn’t deny that.

Anna grumbled, sighing with raw anger.

“Okay. That’s enough. This is the last straw. We’re going to Ahtohallan. I’m gonna show them who’s boss.”

The blonde calmed her with a hand on her arm, seeing how her younger had clenched her fists.

“You know you can’t go there.”

Anna fulminated. “Well, I’ll just go in the first room.”

“No, it’s too cold for you.”

“It’s just a glacier. I’ve done worse.”

“Anna, don’t--”

“Let me come. Stop protecting me. You’re clearly the one who needs protection right now!”

Olaf, Kristoff and Honeymaren had joined the crowd of Northuldra.

“Anna is right. You should go.” Advised Honeymaren.

Elsa changed her mind a bit at her suggestion, but that wasn’t enough. She stood firmly on her decision, stubborn as always: there was no way Anna would ever go to Ahtohallan. It was too dangerous.

“I want to go, Elsa.” Insisted the Queen, seeing how reluctant she was. Her hands clenched her sister’s. “Ahtohallan owes you an explanation for all those visions, and I will obtain it.”

The Fifth Spirit got a bit offended by the way she expressed it.

“It’s not someone you can actually punch, Anna.”

The redhead frowned at the mean allusion.

“Maybe, but I have the intention to make them be explicit. And we will confront it until we get answers.”

“Anna!!” Scolded the elder.

“WHAT?!”

They were now arguing on a loud level, despite standing right in front of each other, and some Sami exchanged looks.

“We will NOT do that.”

“And why not?” Exclaimed Anna, dropping Elsa’s hands to lift her arms exaggeratedly in the air.

“BECAUSE I RESPECT IT! It's the source of my magic, it's what makes me me, and I won't reproach it anything!”

“So you’re defending it? Despite what it causes you?”

“It must have a reason.”

“But it makes you go crazy!!”

"Are you saying i'm crazy?” Frowned Elsa, groaning at the insult.

“NO, but LOOK AT YOU! You're barely standing!” Yelled the younger.

“I'M FINE!!” Screamed the blonde back, and she was so violent doing so that Olaf and Kristoff blinked in surprise.

She sniffed with a furious frown. “We are NOT going to Ahtohallan. You are not going.”

“Why? Because I’d freeze to death?” Guessed Anna, eye-rolling.

“Exactly because of that!”

“That could just be an excuse of yours right now. You don’t want me to disrespect the magic source, uh? Even if it’s to have answers for you?”

Elsa frowned, her mouth twisted. “No.”

“So we’re not going.”

“NO.”

There was a silence. Anna clenched her jaw.

“Then we’re done here.”

“...What?”

Anna took a step back. Away from her sister. As if hearing Elsa’s final decision made her physically disgusted. She looked at her from head to toe.

“I don’t have anything else to tell you. You want it to make you turn crazy? Good for you. Have fun suffering, if you don’t want to listen to my advice.”

Elsa blinked, taken aback. Her jaw slightly dropped. Anna turned around.

“Kristoff, let’s go.”

The mountaineer blinked, confused, and almost everyone looked at him.

“Uh?”

“We’re leaving.” Blurted the Queen.

“But...”

“I SAID LET’S GO.”

“I... alright.”

Elsa watched Anna join Kristoff and Olaf, and she signed to Sven to pick them up. She couldn’t believe her eyes. But her surprise turned into boiled anger in her stomach, shocked by her younger’s behavior.

“YEAH, WELL, GO!” Yelled the Spirit, her voice strong with rage. “IF YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY I DON’T WANT TO CONFRONT AHTOHALLAN, THEN YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND ME!”

Anna’s back shivered and stood still for a moment at Elsa’s harsh words, acting like daggers. The crowd even gasped discreetly. But the younger shook her head with a mutter as she climbed on Sven. Silently, Kristoff followed her move, giving a sorry face to those looking at them. Sven slightly grunted.

Olaf looked devastated, his eyes glistening with tears, not knowing what to do. Elsa was fulminating, and he wanted to run to her and hug her. But Anna had her arm outstretched to him.

“Olaf. Come. She’s never been good at goodbyes anyway.”

Elsa missed a heartbeat at this sentence, hurting her deeply.

She barely had the time to digest it, that in a blink, Olaf climbed on Sven’s back, and in one swift move and a sound of hooves, the four of them left the forest to the South.

Elsa’s knees trembled, as she saw them go away. Her heart and soul felt like collapsing, and when she felt the concerned look of the Northuldra on her back, she called Nokk.

The water spirit appeared out of the nearest pond and jumped to her. It neighed in worry, feeling her emotion, but she shook her head and gave no explanation, riding them immediately. She planted her heels in their sides, and it dashed along the crowd of people, who jumped aside with a gasp.

Ironically, the two sisters were doing the same move at the same moment. Both riding to the horizon at high speed, hands clenched, frowning as they looked forward, tears flying in the air. Only, they were riding in opposite directions.

Anna was heading to Arendelle’s castle, where she knew she would run to her bed and cry on her pillow, and Elsa was heading to the dark woods, where she knew she would break down and sob on the ground.

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Days passed with a very gloomy atmosphere. The sisters stayed angry, and didn’t exchange any letter for so long that it surprised everyone.

“She hasn’t been corresponding with her?” Worried Gerda.

“No, not even a simple message. I mean, I can’t precisely know, because they don’t use the regular post service...” Muttered Kai. “But I’m certain that Queen Anna hasn’t been sending anything in the past days.”

Gerda sighed with a sad pout. “Poor girl...”

The servant was taking care of dinner with the cooks, and decided to bake a cake to make her more happy.

Kai saw her walk to the flour bags, and grabbed her arm. He shook his head.

“It’s no use. She has been refusing every pastry we proposed her.”

Gerda widened her eyes. “Anna? Refusing pastries?”

Kai nodded slowly with a sad face.

The woman passed a hand on her mouth. “My poor, poor girl... What happened...”

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"She hasn’t been sending anything? Not even... I don’t know, a gift?” Worried Ryder.

Honeymaren shook her head, looking down with sadness.

“She can ask me to carve a little cute gift. I’m really good a carving wooden sheep.” Suggested the Northuldra.

“Don’t bother, Ryder.” Said the brunette, putting her hand on her brother’s shoulder. “She’s not in the mood.”

The Northuldra twisted his mouth as he thought. He knew Elsa since a year now... What was making her happy again when she was feeling down? He hummed as he thought, and then he naturally lifted his head to Honeymaren. She was the one.

“Hey, you should go see her. She needs your support.”

The woman stared at him for a moment, then nodded. “I can have a try.”

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When the brunette stepped to Elsa’s tent, however, she felt very reticent about entering. She took a long breath in, hoping for the best, and stepped inside.

She cared about Elsa a lot, maybe more than the blonde even knew, and more than she even admitted herself, so she felt in her core that it only could end well.

Honeymaren wasn’t surprised to see that Elsa was a mess when she saw her, but it broke her heart anyway. She had been in the same state for the passing days.

At the light of the lanterns in the room, the blonde was seated on the bed, looking down as she was muttering to herself, her hair messy, her hands clenched.

When the Sami entered, she stood up in a jump.

“What have I done?” Exclaimed Elsa.

“Oh, nothing. I was just checking if you were alright.” Said Honeymaren softly, reassuring her.

“Why did I say that to her??” Continued Elsa on the same panicked tone.

The brunette realized that she wasn’t actually talking to her, but lost in her thoughts. However, Elsa actually was sharing her reflections out loud, which was rare. The arrival of Honeymaren had open a part of her, and she probably was the only person she was comfortable to confess too.

“I shouldn’t have done that. Why did I do that? I pushed her away, like always, I’m such a monster... I shouldn’t have refused her advice, I just...”

She had started crying, and was now pacing around with the most nervous speed that the Northuldra had ever seen. Elsa sometimes had panic attacks, but this was the most severe one.

“What kind of sister I am? The worst. I’m the worst. What have I done, Honeymaren?”

The woman was about to reply, but Elsa kept pacing around.

“I’m only doing that to protect her! Why can’t she understand that? She can’t go into Ahtohallan, she knows it! I just want her to be safe! And... And she was right about wanting me to be safe after all those visions as well. Agh, she was so right, I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid...”

Honeymaren watched her attentively and silently as she kept rambling, sobbing, panicking. The brunette couldn’t do anything, and found herself still in a corner of the tent, staring at the blonde pacing around. Elsa’s long hair was twirling every time she turned, her locks waving at each insistent move of the hands as she had a new strong point to make.

The Northuldra realized a lot of things she never noticed before. How come she never noticed those features before? How come she never noticed the way Elsa’s big blue eyes sparkled when she was expressive? How come she never noticed the way Elsa’s few freckles were enhanced by the soft light of the lanterns? How come she never noticed how her outfit sparkled when she moved, when she breathed?

And why did she notice those details now?

Honeymaren stepped forward, and Elsa kept walking around. She was getting more and more nervous, and she had to calm her down. At her next turn, Honeymaren faced her, and Elsa stopped right in her tracks, to avoid bumping on her.

There were a few seconds of silence, as she wondered why the woman was staring at her.

“...What?” She asked.

Honeymaren approached her face to hers.

And kissed Elsa on the lips.

It was tender, soft, surprising. There was a moment of floating, like time got magically paused.

Slowly, Honeymaren pulled away. They stared at each other,�� speechless. Elsa had her mouth open, her face covered with tears, her eyes wide.

Honeymaren cleared her throat. “I’m sorry.”

Another silence passed.

“I shouldn’t have.” She muttered.

It caused a blank, and Elsa actually forgot what she even was talking about, what she even was sad and panicked about. All those feelings were like gone, vanishing away. Instead, in the center of her brain and heart, now sparkled something completely different, so radiating that it pushed everything away. Pure, soft, beaming love.

Honeymaren looked down after Elsa’s lack of answer, and muttered “I’m sorry” again, before walking past her to leave the tent.

But right before she did, something held her arm. She turned around, and Elsa was staring at her, her big blue eyes filled with new tears.

And they weren’t sad ones, Honeymaren could tell by a simple gaze. Her heart jumped in her chest.

Elsa stepped forward to her, closed her eyes, and kissed her back.

Her kiss was longer than Honeymaren’s, even softer, but more humid too. Elsa’s lips trembled.

The brunette got worried, so when Elsa stopped the kiss and took a shaking inspiration, she slowly stepped back and looked at the blonde.

“Are you okay?”

Elsa stared at her again, silently again, and gulped. She had stopped crying, yet didn’t rub her tears, and they kept making her cheeks glisten in the light of the lanterns.

Honeymaren couldn’t decode her expression. Elsa looked like a thousand emotions were bumping in her mind at the same time, and she was still processing what had just happened. She stared at Honeymaren’s eyes, and the latter worried.

“Elsa, are you sure that you want th--”

The blonde jumped to Honeymaren’s arms and kissed her again. This time, it was deep, and passionate, and the Northuldra closed her eyes and gave all of her love back.

It was mutual, with a shared strength. As the kiss regained and continued, they put their arms around each other, Honeymaren’s hands passing in Elsa’s hair, Elsa slightly clenching Honeymaren’s coat, feelings roaming her skin.

The kiss was intense, loving, warm...

And unexpectedly, healing.

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:D A very emotional chapter! I warned you guys, always have tissues at the ready. This is a very meaningful chapter to me, and it’s a key pivot point in the story. Get ready for what follows...

What do you want to see next? This is an interactive fanfic! You get to choose, yep I listen to you. Give suggestions in your reblogs, fellas.

(NB: If you like my style, you can check out Untangling the Frozen Knots, my 140K words fanfic novel!)

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dailymolliarty · 5 years ago

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The Mouse and the Spider by I’m Over There: Jim Moriarty gets bored. Molly Hooper gets lonely. They’re just two planets revolving around the brilliant sun that is Sherlock Holmes, drawn in by his gravity. And his light. But everybody needs distractions…

Song as Old as Rhyme by @wherestoriescomefrom: Hush, the wind is blowing hard. Be quiet, child, sleep soundly - Or the Dark One will steal your heart. [Beauty and the Beast AU]

Nameless by @wherestoriescomefrom: The first name was expected - even welcomed. The second, on the other hand, left much to be desired. And Jim would never understand what it was about it that was compelling. [Soulmate AU: On one hand, the name of your soulmate, on the other - your enemy. Molliarty.]

The Rose Point Manor: A young woman struggling in an unjust society takes a break from the theatrics of pretending to be her male counterpart, Mark Hooper, and decides to relax at the quiet but foreboding Rose Point Manor. There she comes to a realization that something far more sinister lurks there than at her morgue back home - Victorian AU

We’re Ancient History: When Molly Hooper had begun her scientific expedition, she never knew her time on the dig sites would unearth more than the dead.

Forget Me Not: “This melancholy London - I sometimes imagine that the souls of the lost are compelled to walk through its streets perpetually. One feels them passing like a whiff of air.” What happens when two lost souls find each other? Are they still forgotten? - Amnesia!AU

Capture My Good Side: “Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.”

Deus Mortis: "You can hide from the devil, but he’ll always find you.“ - Victorian AU

Face Value: “I’m not sure how to describe this nonsense, basically Molly looks good in a moustache and Jim notices.”

Not a Body Farm: Molly really should’ve known better than to download FarmVille on a criminal mastermind’s cell phone, even if it had been a hilarious joke at the time. Since one day she wakes up in a bed in some random farm in the middle of nowhere, and the deed to the property in her name.

Oh God, Not the Westwood!: In which timid Molly Hooper must hide a heinous crime from a man who likes to watch a murder take place while drinking his morning coffee.

Life Preserver: “Missing you comes in waves and tonight I am drowning.”

Midnight Edition: The Bittersweet: Pop-rocks can be unpredictable. In an instance, a delight to the senses, or startling painful the next - smut

The Bittersweet: Even delicious things can be sour, at another glance.

Third Date Syndrome: Long bouts of silence and awkwardness on first dates are inevitable, and for the hundredth time Molly wished she was exempted from it.

We’ll Always Have St. Barts: “I wish I didn’t love you so much.” - Casablanca AU

Apex: Molly Hooper thinks fondly of Jim from IT, but can’t get enough of Jim Moriarty - contains smut~

The Parting Glass: After Reichenbach, Molly Hooper is drowning. She receives a package, request and tradition from a very dead Jim Moriarty. She receives nothing but burdens from a very alive Sherlock Holmes.

Rust and Stardust: “The last long lap is the hardest. I shall be dumped where the weed decays, and the rest is rust and stardust.” - Jim is a ghost, and wouldn’t it just figure that he haunts Molly Hooper.

Wild and Precious: “Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - How Molly fell in love with a ghost, and tried not to waste her life beside him. She failed. - settled in the same universe of Rust and Stardust

Release: Written for the prompt “Jim fucking Molly so hard and so good that she can’t even get a full word out, only moans and half-uttered curses “: In which Jim surprises Molly after work - contains smut~

A Love Outside of Time: There’s a lot of strange happenings at 2945 S Willow Street, shrieks and screams and moans that have terrorized the neighbors and left the house unsold for generations. Can the great paranormal investigator, Sherlock Holmes, exorcise the spirits living there?

Gifts Given and Received: Sherlock ruined Molly’s Christmas gift and Jim is determined to make her holiday better. - ASIB AU, contains smut~

Cabernet Sauvignon: Written for the prompt “Jim’s ready to propose, but wants the event to be special, and so he hides the ring in Molly’s wine. Molly drinks it down too fast and chokes on the ring”: A fluffy slice of life, where Molly makes Jim’s life just a little less lonely.

Power Dynamic: Molly can’t help trying to control the insanity that is Jim Moriarty. A framework for his mind to lean on, a collar to hold him together, a mistress to keep him mostly sane.

Asphodel: “When you need slightly-less-than-legal magic substances, you seek out ‘Moriarty’s Special Imports and Fineries’. A new branch of Necromancy, pathologist-in-training Molly Hooper returns a set of counterfeit goods and receives a job offer in return.” - Fantasy AU

Her beast feature: “As he studied her from afar, Jim thought Molly’s best feature was her neck. He really didn’t anticipate her reaction to Sherlock beating a dead man with a riding crop.” - Molly x Jim, PWP, set at the beginning of A Study in Pink

Junior: So what’s a beleaguered pathologist to do when the UK’s Most Wanted turns up to visit her cat?

Mr Sex: Jim doesn’t ask her what she likes or what she needs; it’s not necessary. But he asks her what she wants - contains smut

Sunday Afternoon: Sleep with Molly Hooper: Molly canceled their date at the last minute, but no one messes with Jim’s precisely organized calendar and gets away with it.

Why Don’t You Do Right?: Seb arranges for Molly to get an extra special, early birthday present. Jim gets to learn something new about Molly. And Molly discovers one of Jim’s deepest secrets.

Club Calavera: Downing five zombies doesn’t give Jim the liquid courage he needs to ask Molly a very important question. It only makes him forget that he and Molly are already together.

Happy Birthday, Jimmy Boy: Jim’s never had a good birthday. Molly’s determined to buck the trend. - contains smut

It’s A Nice Day For a [White Wedding]: The wedding of James Moriarty to Molly Hooper can be nothing less than a momentous occasion. In his speech, their best man recounts some of the juicier bits of Jim and Molly’s journey into matrimony.

Cold War: She had to admit Jim was creative. Who else would think to kill three ice cream salesmen from different towns and attach a one-worded note to each corpse, forming the sentence, “Ready to concede?”

My Persuasion Can Build a Nation: In a world where Eurus had a best friend growing up, she doesn’t go to Sherrinford, nor does she turn out as unhinged as she did in canon. However, she’s still Eurus, and her brothers absolutely forbid her from meeting Jim Moriarty. She’ll just have to fix that, won’t she? Also: Matchmaker!Eurus ftw.

What Sober Couldn’t Say: “(11:23 pm) Drinking again(11:24 pm) And since it makes me too sad to go on my blog anymore thanks to you, I figured it’s only fair you become my new place to vent(11:25 pm) You’re probably not receiving these messages anyway so no harm no foul(11:25 pm) Right?” - Molly drunk-texts Jim over the course of several months.

I Wanna Feel Like I Am Floating: “Now the question is…" He vamp-flipped them over so she was lying down and his body was pinning hers. “Should I tie you up and make you take it, or are you going to be a good little vampire and let Daddy have his way with you?” Jim & Molly’s journey: blood-sharing edition.- Vampire!Molliarty AU, s-m-u-t.

Coffin Shopping: Sebastian could only imagine what the other, mostly ancient customers perusing the store must be thinking of the couple in their thirties, bubbling with laughter and fooling around as they ran about in search of the perfect coffin.

Come To Daddy: Jim failed to see how Molly’s physicality could ever not be arousing. The size of her lips did nothing to detract from how amazing she was at sucking cock. The size of her breasts made it no less fun for Jim to cup them in his hands, tease her nipples into hard peaks, suck on them until she squirmed and made those delightful little sounds. - smuttish ;)

Intention: A take on how the brief but unforgettable office romance between Jim from IT and Molly from Pathology began and how it just might become more than just a simple office romance.

An Exchange: Jim Moriarty comes across a familiar face and realises, from just one exchange, that it is not merely Sherlock Holmes that connects them, but a connection of their own.

A Beginning: Jim Moriarty tries to make sense of new waves of sentiment as his office romance with Molly Hooper transits to become something more.

Interruptions: Molly Hooper is made to face a stunning revelation about Jim Moriarty, but it is her reaction that stuns him most.

An Enemy’s Gift: In the pursuit of his greatest enemy, Jim Moriarty makes an unexpected discovery.

On Fanfiction.net:

Life: James Moriarty is in trouble, so much trouble that he fears for his life. He soon learns, however, he has absolutely nothing to fear, not with Molly Hooper around.

Spiders: Molly and Jim have a casual chat laced with hints of their plans, revealing a side to Molly that both surprises and seduces Jim.

(Re)kindle: Jim Moriarty is perplexed at the lasting impression a certain Molly Hooper has left on him. When his rekindled fascination with her meets an unexpected obstacle, an animosity is ignited.

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ashandboneca · 6 years ago

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The Importance of Ecstatic Ritual

We, as witches, tend to talk a lot more than we walk.

I think it is easier for us to write or talk about the subject of ritual than to actually have a ritual, and have it be transformative and authentic. Most of us are not able to lead a ritual for others with charisma or conviction, or to inspire others into attaining that state of being. Charisma and inspiration are gifts that are bestowed on those meant to fill those roles, or they are the practiced and learned skills of those who were not born with innate glibness. I say this not to be harsh, but truthful - not everyone is meant to lead a coven or ritual. There are so many other vital roles that need to be filled in both covens and rituals, and yet many want to lead. An unskilled leader makes it difficult for others to connect, and can leave everyone feeling flat and disconnected.

It is possible to reach that point of leadership through hard work and courage. It is so very important that we as witches work towards that goal if we wish to run effective rituals. Even as a solitary practitioner, you need to be able to get yourself into an ecstatic state to access the joy of connectedness in ritual. Going through the motions is fine, but you will find yourself disinterested after a time. To truly connect to the source, you need to be prepared to enter a new state of mind, to let go, and to accept what is.

You need to enter an ecstatic state.

How, you ask, do I do that? Well, dear reader, there are many tools at your disposal.

The four main ways I have found to enter into ecstatic states are:

words

actions and movement

attunement

psychedelic substances

Most effective rituals combine some or all of these to allow the celebrant to open themselves to ecstasy.

With words, you can use chants, sounds, and music to enter into a more open state. Drumming, singing, humming, chanting - all of these use rhythmic cycles to lull our bodies and minds into an open state. Repetitive beats and words will raise and weave energy and intention - it is why drumming is used to bring someone through a journey in shamanic practice. Our minds will follow that into the bliss. This is one of the most common and effective ways to enter into a trancelike state.

With actions and movement, we move with intention. Allowing our bodies to move as they wish to, especially when combine with music, is a great way to open up yourself up. Sometimes people prefer choreographed steps, some prefer to sway or undulate. Listening to your body and allowing it to move as it wishes is the best in utilizing this technique.

With attunement, we use meditation and breathing exercises to open our minds to the limitless. Focusing on breath and how the body responds to it, how our lungs feel - it provides enough of a focus to bring us from the mundane into the sublime. Some will rely on smells as well - incense is a powerful tool. If we can get our heads out of the game and into the ritual, we are more connected.

When I say psychedelic substances, I refer to unguents like flying ointments, or plants like salvia or peyote. These are tools that are used to open our minds. Now, I must caution all of you - it is very important to know your own body when utilizing this method. It is not of the faint of heart, and used without respect or care could land you in a hospital. I will give no instructions on how to procure these substances or how to use them. I don't often need to use substances to get into a trancelike state, but I know that many people use these. I recommend seeking Sarah Anne Lawless' writings on flying ointments for those seeking this way.

The ecstatic state causes you to connect with the source - without ecstatic state, you are merely going through the motions. It's like popcorn with no butter. Enjoyable, but missing that special something to make it outstanding. There is nothing wrong with going through the motions - it's a necessary part of a living tradition of witchcraft. If we spent all times in an ecstatic state, we would become unhinged from this world. We need to go through the motions of intention - it is another part of the ritual puzzle, the other half of the ritual whole. We need both ecstatic and intention states - not too much or too little of either.

Leading a ritual is a whole other kettle of fish. You need to be able to speak, to lead, and to work hard to ensure that your fellow celebrants connect. When I say you need charisma, I mean you need to be confident and able to hold the attention of others, to act as a guide to the infinite. I always recommend people practice their rituals (especially public ones) ahead of time, so they have a grasp on the vocabulary and can ensure proper inflection. If you think of it like a play, and that you are an actor playing a part, you realize that skilled actors chew the scenery and can captivate. You need to captivate your audience.

How can you get to the point of leading effective ritual? Hard work, practice, and many solitary rituals to find your own way of accessing the ecstatic. We need to walk our own talk before we can be expected to lead others into walking theirs. Finding your own combination of entering ritual, so you feel that connection. For me, I feel it as a pull on my chest - like my very heart tugging me into ritualspace. I find that for me music, drumming, and dance are what gets me to where I need to be. I also rely a lot on smell, so certain incense can be a powerful doorway for me.

I hope this provides some helpful tools and insight. I hope you use your witchcraft for awesome.

#ash and bone #ashandbone.ca #witchcraft #traditional witchcraft #the crooked path #heathenry

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unpack-my-heart · 6 years ago

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The Ghost of You – Updated

I just posted a short exposition-y chapter of my property developer Richie & ghost Eddie fic. It involves a mention of Eddie’s death, but it isn’t graphic or anything.

You can read it on AO3 HERE or I’ve posted it under the cut as well.

Preview:

Edward James Kaspbrak was born in 1909, to Frank James Kaspbrak and Sonia Jennifer Kaspbrak (neé Stewart) in Edinburgh, Scotland. He was 9 lbs 6. His father worked as an alienist at the Royal Edinburgh Asylum before he’d left to serve on the Western Front, and his mother was a homemaker. His childhood was about as conventional as possible, given the circumstances. He barely saw his father, who worked eye-wateringly long hours at the psychiatric hospital before leaving for France in 1916. He’d spent most of his childhood attached to his mother’s side, fingers sticky with homemade jam, leaving strawberry smudges on the stiff cotton of her skirt.

@constantreaderfool @xandertheundead

Edward James Kaspbrak lost his father when he was twelve. He’d served on the front lines at the Western Front, dodged artillery shells and nursed sick men back to life with nothing but dirty gauze and sheer willpower. He’d survived that, but he couldn’t survive the tumour that grew malignant and engorged in his liver. He’d died from cancer, the treatable kind. The chorus of ‘I’m fine, I’m fine’s’his father sang out every time he winced in pain when he’d returned home at the beginning of 1918 had been lies. He’d died, emaciated and pallid, in a hospital bed with Eddie at his side.

“Look after your mother, Eddie”

“I will, daddy”

His mother changed soon after his father died. She had always been protective, had winced and jittered every time Eddie did something she did something she thought was dangerous. These ostensibly dangerous things ranged from riding his bike too fast down the hill to drinking his water too fast when he’d come in from playing outside, skin still sizzling with warmth.

“Careful, Eddie-bear! You’ll choke!”

“It’s only water, Ma”

Eddie watched passively, helplessly, as his mother descended into health anxiety so extreme she’d feed him medication from his father’s left over, and swiftly depleting, supply. She’d fed him anti-psychotics, extract of the calabar bean to stave of general paralysis, a psychiatric condition that Eddie was sure he didn’t have. His limbs moved just fine. He still took the pills.

When he’d coughed up blood aged eighteen, bleary eyed and thick tongued, she’d taken him to the hospital. She’d paid for Eddie to be poked and prodded by physicians, who concluded that he’d been poisoned. His mother was arrested the same day, and committed to the same institution her husband worked at. Her diagnosis was generalised hysteria. She was unhinged, hyper emotional, and something about her womb shifting in her torso, an evil animalistic organ that polluted her mind. Eddie wasn’t listening to the alienist who explained it all to him.

Eddie visited her twice. Once when he’d graduated from medical school, and once when he’d finally plucked up the courage to tell her that he’d been in a committed, but secret, relationship with a school teacher for three years.

She’d screamed like a wounded dog, and Eddie swore he’d never return.

Eddie Kaspbrak became Dr Edward Kaspbrak in 1934. He’d scraped through medical school by the skin of his teeth, but he’d done it. Becoming a doctor seemed like the most natural decision in the world, like Eddie had sleepwalked through the application process. His education flashed before his eyes like lightning, and it felt like he’d taken a single breath between arriving at the University of Edinburgh Medical School and starting his residency at Stobhill Hospital in Glasgow. Eddie had initially considered becoming an psychiatrist, an aborted attempt at walking in his father’s footsteps whilst also learning to cure his mother’s delusions. He’d quickly abandoned that idea.

3rd September 1939. Eddie was 30 years old. Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain announced that ‘this morning the British Ambassador in Berlin handed the German Government a final note stating that unless we heard from them by 11 o'clock, that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland, a state of war would exist between us.’ Britain stood still, rocked by the prospect of plunging themselves into yet another half-decade of unbridled fear, poverty and uncertainty. Dr Kaspbrak spilt his coffee all over his legs.

When he got home, his partner Rupert was weeping quietly in front of a fire that flickered pathetically, before disappearing in a puff of smoke that curls gently towards the ceiling.

Rupert left Scotland for France in 1941. Eddie doesn’t wave him off from the station. They can’t risk it. When Rupert walked out of Eddie’s small cottage for the last time, Eddie slammed the door shut and howled until his lungs burn. Bitter thoughts of tearful women waving to their husbands with hankerchiefs in their hands, children crying as the train pulls out of the station, their mothers hands gripping their soldiers in an iron-vice. Eddie couldn’t have that, despite how desperately he craved it.

He wished Rupert was going somewhere – anywhere – but France. Not France. Not again.

After a serious bombing raid on the Scottish capital city in late 1940, swift plans were made for the evacuation of children from Edinburgh to the Highlands and Islands, and the Isle of Skye. Eddie applied for the role of resident physician for a small group of children travelling to a disused school building.

When he’d heard that he’d been successful, and he’d gotten the job, he’d driven to the Royal Edinburgh Asylum, and stood outside the gates for three hours. Breathing. Staring.

He didn’t walk into the building.

He’d left Edinburgh in February 1941 with a small suitcase and a hole in his heart.

Rupert Brodie dies Brigadier R. Brodie in 1943. The last letter that Eddie receives from Rupert arrives in Skye three weeks after Rupert’s death. It’s mottled with blood and dirt. Eddie can barely read the scrawled handwriting, but he spends hours staring at it once the children have gone to bed.

Eddie enjoyed his job. He spent his days cleaning scraped knees, setting one or two broken wrists or toes, giving the children their booster vaccinations, that sort of thing. Mindless busy work, he supposed. Nothing too taxing. He was one of two adult staff, the other an older woman with a kind face and gentle eyes. The children were pleasant, for the most part. Eddie, who had never spent much time around children even when he himself was one, adored children. The innocence, the playfulness, the eagerness to learn, to experience, to grow. He’d grown particularly fond of one child in particular, a small boy with timid eyes that reminded Eddie so much of himself that he’d had to sit down the first time he’d seen Henry Bowers throwing sticks in the direction of the small boy. The small boy had done nothing, just wrapped his arms around his skinny torso and trembled, hands in front of his face. Eddie had sent the loutish Bowers boy to bed without any supper.

The days became weeks, weeks became months and months became years. The end of 1944 sees the British government announce that the end was in sight, that it was safe for arrangements for the return of evacuated children to be set in motion. The children screamed and cheered with joy, and they had celebrated that evening with copious amounts of strawberry jelly and half melted ice-cream.

Dr Edward Kaspbrak got stabbed as he slept four days before he was due to return to Edinburgh. The letters and pictures he had recieved from Rupert over the years 1941-1943 were strewn across the room, crumpled and torn.

The police give up trying to find the culprit almost immediately, refusing to accept that a child or an older woman with such a kind face could commit such a heinous crime. Eddie’s body isn’t transported back to Edinburgh, and is instead buried in the grounds of the house. A grave marked only by an anonymous cross, small and unassuming.

The cross is soon buried under a dense thicket of thistles.

The children and Mrs McGethen leave the house in the spring of 1945.

Eddie’s body is left alone in the windy wilds of the Scottish moors.

#reddie #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #richie tozier x eddie kaspbrak #the ghost of you #thefutureisbright #ao3

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bubblegumwitchswriting · 7 years ago

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Abducted, Possessed or In Love

Pairing: Will/Nico

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12119691

Summary: Nico is acting really different and Leo is slightly convinced that Nico has been abducted by aliens. Jason has a different theory. After all Nico is only different around a certain blonde-haired medic.

“I think something is wrong with Nico,” Leo said.

The effect of his words was instantaneous. Jason put down his toast and reached for his sword. Piper continued buttering her bread, outwardly unmoved, but her hold on the knife suddenly looked a lot more threatening.

"What do you mean?" Jason asked. "Is he alright? Has someone said something to him because if they have-"

"Whoa chill man. That's actually kind of the opposite of the problem."

Jason glanced down at his sword as though he'd only just realised he was holding it, and put it back down with deliberate care.

"Leo it's too early for this. What exactly is going on?"

"I think Nico might have been kidnapped by aliens and replaced by an exact double."

Jason blinked at him. Piper let go of the butter knife and took a bite of bread.

"Well?" Leo asked.

"Well what Leo?"

"You don't look overwhelmed by my news."

"Because," Jason said wearily, going back to his breakfast. "You are being ridiculous."

"Well okay maybe the alien thing is a little farfetched. Do you think they could get into camp with the defences? Maybe only half-blood aliens-"

"Leo!"

"Demons then. Maybe he was wandering around a hell-scape somewhere and got possessed."

"Somehow I think that might actually be more farfetched," Jason said. "And why exactly do you think this run of incredibly unlikely things might have happened to Nico?"

"Because he just wished me good morning."

"Says something that you think a demon would be more cheerful than Nico," Piper commented.

"Hey I like the kid I’m just saying he’s gloomy. At least he used to be. It's an invasion of the body snatchers I'm telling you!"

"Isn't that the opposite of what happened in the invasion?" Piper asked, yawning. "It's if he gets more emotionless then we have to worry."

Jason gave her a look and she shrugged and smiled.

"I'm kidding. But seriously Leo, he's probably just in a good mood."

"Okay," Leo said pointing a stick of pineapple at her "But riddle me this: when was the last time Di Angelo was in a good mood?"

"Just because he's not often happy doesn't mean he can't- " Jason began wearily but Leo intercepted him.

"No man, I mean what do you think has made him cheerful?"

"Oh."

Jason seemed to think about this.

"Well maybe just being around camp has made him realise -" he trailed off. "Huh."

"Aliens," Leo whispered knowledgeably with a nod.

"It's not aliens Leo, wait where are you going? Leo!"

"Do you ever feel like your talking to yourself?" Jason asked as his calls fell on deaf ears.

"Well if Nico sends him to a shadow realm for bugging him at least you can say you tried," Piper said.

"Has anyone seen Nico?" Jason asked.

"Maybe he's -"

"He's not hiding out in his secret alien spaceship or whatever it is you were going to say."

Leo grinned but held up his hands in surrender.

"Have you lost him?" Piper asked. She was cleaning her knife while the rest of the Aphrodite cabin rallied behind her ready for a day of fun and adventure and the lava climbing wall. Jason could dimly hear Drew complaining about her nails.

"Not really," Jason said. "It's just Nico usually hangs out with me for activities."

Piper shrugged. "Sorry. He'll turn up though."

Jason nodded but he couldn't help feel a little concerned. He'd thought - he'd hoped - Nico was over the feelings that he didn't belong. After his stay in the infirmary he'd certainly seemed a little more settled and since then had begun settling into camp activities he’d fallen in with the rest of camp, even hanging out with Percy at times which Jason knew must have taken a lot of courage. But with Nico’s absence he began to worry all the same.

"Percy have you seen Nico?" he asked.

Percy, tying his amour as he walked over, gave Jason a slightly mischievous smile.

"He's moved on," Percy said.

"What?"

"Trust me," Percy said. "He's fine."

Jason gave him an odd look. Percy's grin got bigger and he nodded over to where the Apollo cabin were coming down. Nico was in the middle of them, talking to Will animatedly.

"He looks happy!" Jason said before he could help himself.

"Now look who's comparing Nico to a gloomy demonic -" Leo said with a grin.

"I never said demonic."

Will laughed at something Nico said, and Nico looked momentarily stunned before blushing furiously. Percy raised an eyebrow, Piper gave a knowing smirk and Leo's jaw dropped so low Jason was slightly concerned it was going to unhinge and drop off.

"I see what you mean," Piper commented.

Nico went to snatch something from Will's hands, giggling as Will it pulled back and out of the way at the last minute.

"I just meant he wasn't going to come do archery with us!" Percy said stumbling over his words in his shock. "Be he just -"

"What you've never seen Di Angelo smile before?" asked Piper with a slight smirk. Jason got the feeling she was enjoying this somehow.

"Not for a very long time," Percy said quietly. His eyes had clouded over slightly as he watched Nico and eventually he shrugged and moved away.

"You coming Jason? Without Nico around I need you to make me feel better about my archery skills."

"Hilarious Jackson."

But he followed. Percy was right: it looked like Nico was okay after all.

Percy hadn't quite been able to shake Tartarus. He supposed that was only natural, and he knew it would take time to forget, but every time he thought he was nearing a place where it wouldn't pervade his dream space quite so much it came back to haunt him. Normally when the nightmares hit he would seek out Annabeth but she had an important test, something about entrance into one of New Rome's top colleges and he didn't want to disturb her rest. Instead he wandered up to the dining pavilion, watching the sun as it began to climb above the horizon. He wondered, absently, where Apollo was and what his punishment had been. He knew Rachel was still cut off from prophecies. It didn't seem to bode well for the god.

When he reached the pavilion, he saw Nico sitting on the Hades table, swinging his legs and gazing absently at the horizon. He was eating which was the first surprise. The second was that, despite it being horrendously early Nico, who would be the first to describe himself as not a morning person, looked reasonably content.

Percy hadn't been alone with Nico since Nico had confessed, and he wasn't sure what he should say. He wanted to apologise for being such an idiot but that would mean bringing up Nico's crush and he wasn't sure Nico would want that.

Nico glanced over at him, but didn't say anything as Percy sat down.

"I don't know how you did it," Percy said finally. "Tartarus I mean."

"I don't know why you think I want to talk about this," Nico said but there was less antagonism about him than usual so Percy took that as a good sign.

"The dreams don't ever really go away," Nico said suddenly, glancing over at Percy. "But they get better."

Percy smiled at him surprised, but Nico was no longer paying any attention to Percy. He was distracted by another early riser who was coming up from the direction of the cabins. Will.

"You're eating then?" Will asked, as soon as he was close enough. He pulled his earphones out and shoved them into a pocket. Nico folded his arms.

"You highlighted the importance of a balanced diet," Nico said with a very straight face. "Besides an apple a day keeps the doctor away and I refuse to spend any more time in the infirmary with you. The first time was bad enough."

Nico words were normal enough but the way he was looking at Will, like Will was his personal sunshine, didn't quite match the grumpy tone.

Will just smirked.

"Anything to get you to eat properly," he said and wandered off to get juice.

Percy watched Nico watching him go. The look in Nico's eyes was surprisingly soft.

"I'm just saying," Leo said ignoring the way Jason and Percy groaned and Piper threw a bread roll at him.

"I thought you were over the alien thing?" Jason asked.

"I am. You know, mostly. I'm not ruling everything out. But you've got to admit Di Angelo is like a completely different person these days. He's gone soft."

"I don't know-" Jason began but stopped abruptly as Nico himself stalked over with a bad case of bed-head, a moody expression and skeletal hands threatening to break the surface of the earth in his wake. Leo happened to be between Nico and the coffee.

"Get out my way Leo," Nico mumbled, "or I will let these zombies drag you into hell."

Leo wasn't entirely convinced Nico would carry out that threat but he moved aside sharpish anyway. Instead of pouring himself a mug, he just took the whole pot.

"I'm going back to bed. And I swear if anyone wakes me -" he didn't finish off the threat because he was too busy yawning but somehow that was scarier.

"Sure Leo," Jason said as Nico wandered away. "He definitely seems different to me. Gone totally soft. We'll have to work on that."

"Are you humming Mulan?"

Nico looked up, startled.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Shut up Grace."

"I'm surprised you even know Mulan," Jason commented.

Nico stopped cleaning his sword to glare at Jason.

"Will made me watch it," he admitted.

"Will?"

"Will."

Nico picked up the cloth again.

"He really likes Disney. I mean they all do, but Will does not stop. And musicals. Did you know there were so many musicals? And I swear to the gods Solace knows the words to like every single one of them. And he's not a bad singer. Did you know that? He makes out like he's not talented but you shouldn't listen to a word because - what?"

"I didn't say anything."

Nico glared at him suspiciously.

"I'm going back to my cabin," he said.

"They're dating."

"They're not."

"They so are."

"They're not."

"I'm starting a betting pool," Cecil said. He'd been walking past but he'd obviously caught wind of the conversation and had insinuated himself in. "If you want to put your money where your mouth is."

There was a pause. Leo and Jason looked at each other.

"Betting on our friend's happiness seems wrong."

"It does feel a little exploitative."

"Ten dollars that they are dating."

"Twenty that they're not."

Jason had gotten used to Nico turning up at his table at breakfast. He was used to Nico's grumpiness and general animosity towards the world in general and anyone who tried to talk to him in particular. He wasn't used to Nico laughing.

He hadn't seen the light in Nico's eyes before either. Or that quiet, shy smile.

But then Will Solace didn't usually sit with them. Jason was beginning to think there was something in Leo's insistence that Will and Nico were secretly dating. At least Leo had moved on from the alien theory, but he was slightly worried at the lengths Leo was apparently prepared to go to to prove he was right. In fact half the camp seemed to be taking sides of the debate thanks to Cecil's dating pool. Jason wasn't sure where he stood, or whether he quite condoned the others dropping Will into the conversation at every opportunity just to test Nico's reaction, but he did know he was happy to see Nico so happy. The kid definitely had it coming.

He just hoped that the rest of camp's obsession with his relationship wouldn't distract from that. Or take away the light in Nico's eyes whenever he spoke about Will.

"If you're going to be that dopey about getting the flag, then we've got this one in the bag."

Jason shook himself out of his thoughts and found Nico standing in front of him.

"I'm fine," Jason said, standing and trying not to pretend like he hadn't just been worrying about his friend. "More than ready to beat you."

Nico just smirked.

"We'll see about that," he said and walked off.

And since when had Nico stopped siding with them in favour of Will?

Jason shook his head again and forced his mind to empty. Nico could look after himself, and would only get frustrated at Jason worrying about his welfare and love life. Besides Nico was right, if he kept on this distracted path he really would be handing the victory over to them. And then Percy would never forgive him.

When the game began he watched as his friends split off, following the paths and roles determined for them by Annabeth and her siblings. Annabeth was reasonably confident about where Ares and their allies would be stashing their flag. She'd marked Jason out to find it, sending a deployment consisting of herself, Percy and several other obvious heavy hitters to distract the main forces. It was a good plan and the only thing Jason was slightly worried about was running into Nico, who Annabeth admitted was hard to plan for since he was so unpredictable.

He crept through the woods, dodging behind trees whenever he thought he heard campers coming his way. Eventually he spotted a flash of red through the trees and made towards it, counting every breath and placing each step with meticulous care.

He emerged from the clearing, spotting Nico hanging out by the flag. That wasn't ideal, but Will was with him and Nico for the moment looked was enough not to notice Jason so close. As long as the two kept talking instead of paying attention to what was going on around them -

He stopped dead as Nico suddenly stood up on tiptoes and kissed Will.

"Oh my gods!" he cried out before clapping his hand over his mouth.

Nico glanced over at him and took half a step back from Will, glancing up at the sky like he was praying with strength. Will just started laughing.

Jason chucked twenty dollars at Leo.

"Told you they were dating."

"Well it wasn't aliens," Jason said, a little moodily.

Leo just grinned.

"I still haven't ruled that out. I mean Death Boy and Sunshine? They aren't the world's most likely couple."

"I don't know," Jason said, looking over at Nico. He was supposedly listening to Connor, but was really watching Will reading on the step to the Apollo cabin with a distracted smile. "I think they work."

#abducted possessed or in love #Nico di Angelo #Will solace #will/nico #will solace/nico di angelo #solangelo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians

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agentdagonet · 6 years ago

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Echoes, Ch. 16

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Fic Summary: Feet dangling off the edge of the bed, hands still resting on the earpieces of his glasses, Eggsy opened his eyes.

And promptly shut them again, screwing them shut like a child who had the distinct misfortune of biting into a raw lemon. Breathing harshly in his nose and out his mouth, trying to stave off whatever delusional panic had befallen him, Eggsy reopened his eyes.

‘Harry?’

Or: The Hologram Story Nobody Asked For

SURPRISE ANOTHER CHAPTER!

Eggsy was pacing. Roxy was staring at him with the look on her face that meant she was gonna try and comfort him and was steeling herself. She’d never been one for emotional heart-to-hearts, but for his sake she kept trying- and as much as it annoyed Eggsy, he couldn’t help but love her a little for it as well.

‘Eggsy-’

‘I know ‘im now, Rox, what ’m I gonna do?’

‘You can-’

‘I barely knew him b’fore and losing him wrecked me- ‘nd I’m just some kid he pulled out of lock up and fucked up the test an-’

‘Eggsy.’ Roxy grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around, interrupting his panic wish a set jaw and kind eyes. It was no wonder he loved her. ‘It. Will. Be. Fine. Yes, it’s likely going to be awkward after you just got over mourning him and all, especially with how deeply you felt his loss. But that doesn’t mean that you can’t build something new from this second chance.’

‘I never got over him dying. I never really had to.’ It slipped out without him realising, one minute it was in his head and the next it was out in the world and he thanked the stars that Merlin wasn’t here. At least he knew Roxy would keep his secrets.

‘Seeing those holograms in the house certainly didn’t help, you really shouldn’t blame yourself for how you coped.’

‘Rox, you don’ get it. I didn’t have to, that hologram you saw was just a piece of this fucking ridiculous setup Harry made in the case of his death. Merlin only had to see one piece, he got the Will and listened to the fuckin’ last requests of a ghost and followed through on them.’ Roxy’s eyes had widened, jaw slightly unhinged, as Eggsy’s mouth took off and left his brain behind. ‘D’you know what I had? Everything.

‘Everything. I had his mission reports and his family tree, the fucking etiquette lessons and a full set of familial cookbooks to match; Mr Pickle and the butterflies- gods, Roxy, the butterflies. He called me Lancelot and it broke my heart that I was constantly reminded of the way I’d failed him. But I know him now, Roxy- I know him better than he ever knew me from those files, and I have to pretend I don’t.’

Eggsy’s chest heaved, lips trembling despite every effort he made to seem unaffected. Roxy’s eyes had gone from shocked to heartbroken, but she didn’t speak. She pulled him toward herself, tugging his taller frame down into her embrace, hid his head in her shoulder, and did nothing more than hold him tightly as her shirt soaked through.

They may have stood that way for an age, or a moment, but it still felt too soon when she pushed him away, holding him at an arms’ distance with fierce determination in her eyes. They didn’t exchange any more words as Eggsy took a deep breath and nodded at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

‘You ready?’

‘Not at all.’

‘You gonna do it anyway?’

‘The fuck do you take me for, a quitter?’

‘No, just a bit fragile.’

‘I’ll show you, fragile, Roxalot-’

Merlin and Harry approached the jet at a leisurely pace, an arm each about shoulder or waist, chatting quietly. Merlin’d gone out and bought a set of awful trackies for Harry, who’d worn them only because the other option was to be out in public in a hospital gown. Merlin called it his comeuppance for making him think he’d been dead for so long. Harry had half-heartedly attempted to argue the point, citing his comatose state and overall lack of communicatory technology, but Merlin had shut him down quickly by listing off all the duties he’d been forced to handle with the sudden gap where Arthur had been.

‘That’s not my fault!’

‘Wait until you see the footage, then we’ll talk.’ Merlin had been surprisingly closed-lipped about Arthur’s demise, but there was a hint of mischief about his face that kept Harry from prying too hard. The clothes were comfortable, in any case, even if not as much so as his cardigans and robe.

The two paused briefly outside the door- Merlin had one hand raised to his glasses, likely to initiate the unlock code- and froze when they heard scuffling and the well known sound of bodies hitting the door. Merlin sighed once, pursed his lips and shook his head before muttering to himself. Harry could have sworn he said “children” but the fond way looked at the door implied that was the last thing behind the door. Merlin finished the unlock sequence, but gestured Harry ahead of him with a smirk barely held back.

‘After you, your majesty.’

The inside of the jet was, to say the least, trashed. Luckily none of the glass was shattered, but the pillows were askew, chairs flipped, and there were various articles of clothing strewn about- as if blindly tossed in throes of passion, but the people amidst the chaos were anything but entangled romantically.

Percival’s candidate, Roxanne, had Eggsy in a headlock that looked uncomfortable even without the knuckles digging into his scalp repeatedly. Eggsy, for his part, had her tossed over his shoulder in a vague approximation of a fireman’s carry- though she had definitely obtained the upper hand in their struggle; her legs were wrapped about his waist, forcing his head into her collarbone and she mercilessly noogied him. Lancelot had looked up at the sound of the door opening, and winked once before shifting her weight just enough to topple them to the ground in a laughing heap.

‘Lancelot and Galahad, dare I ask what the everloving fuck happened in the hours I’ve been gone?’

‘Well, Merthur-’ Merthur? Harry mouthed to himself, silently laughing at the glare Merlin was sporting, ‘-you was takin’ too long so we decided to entertain ourselves.’ Harry could barely contain the laughter that wanted to burst forth- who knew this much joy could come from tragedy?

‘I was under the impression that good things come to those who wait, Galahad.’ Merlin continued on, gesturing for Harry to move into a blind spot as the younger Knights pulled themselves to their feet.

‘Well, we’re here ain’t we? I figure that’s close enough, yeah?’ Eggsy brushed himself off, looking down as he pulled his clothing straight. He was laughing, and it was a sound Harry couldn’t get enough of.

‘I’d contest that anything “good” came of this venture, anyway.’ Roxy glanced briefly at Harry, still partially hidden by shadow, before sitting herself primly on a sofa. Harry began to slowly move himself closer to Eggsy, taking great care in waiting until Eggsy’s attention was diverted to continue forward.

‘Oi, don’ talk shit Roxelot.’

‘I’ll say what I please- how’s your head feeling?’ Harry took this moment to make his move, placing one hand atop Eggsy’s head. Eggsy froze, stiffening imperceptibly to a civilian, and turned around slowly.

‘Feels fine to me.’ Harry smiled, soft, like he had that first day at the tailors. Here was a man who had become his best self in the face of great adversity. He still didn’t know the full story of Eggsy’s Knighthood, but he knew that it had taken a lot of courage to come back to Kingsman after the shit-show of their last conversation. Eggsy’s eyes were wide and disbelieving, but his mouth was pulled into a wide, bright, smile- the edges of his gums showing just a tad. ‘Hello, Eggsy.’

‘Hello, Harry.’ Eggsy seemed to lean just a little bit forward, and Harry’s hand slid down to his shoulder, and Eggsy couldn’t hold himself back anymore. Between one moment and the next, Eggsy had lifted himself onto his toes and grasped desperately at Harry’s back. Eggsy’s breath was steady, but his hands were clenched tight in the fabric of Harry’s comfortable-yet-tacky jacket, and Harry couldn’t help but turn his head and breathe in deeply.

‘Thanks, Harry.’ It was whispered, and muffled further by fabric, but Harry heard it just the same.

‘For what?’

‘Everything. Nothing. I dunno, I just know I need to thank you.’

‘Well you’re quite welcome for everything nothing.’

‘Oh, fuck you; see if I thank you ever again.’ Eggsy pulled back, eyes bright but dry, and he and Harry locked eyes for a moment.

‘Let’s get you home.’

#dagonet writes #kingsman fanfiction #kingsman #echoes #fanfiction

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jaybear1701 · 7 years ago

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Summary: Five times Waverly and Nicole meet beneath some mistletoe, and one time they don’t.

A/N: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at one of those “Five times…” fics, and here’s the result! The majority of this story is already written, so the plan is to post the next four parts each day this week, with the last part to go up New Year’s Eve. (Keep your fingers crossed.) Hope all you Earpers have a marvelous holiday season & best wishes for the New Year!

The eggnog was fantabulous, if Waverly said so herself. The perfect frothy blend of creamy and sweet.

She had whipped up several batches from scratch that morning–had gathered just-laid eggs from the chicken coop in Gus’s yard, meticulously separated the whites, beat the yolks and organic cane sugar, stirred in her favorite rum with whole milk from the Tate ranch, folded in heavy cream she had whipped herself, ground some nutmeg and sprinkled it in.

It was Christmas in a cup, and Gus always served it at the beginning of December as an off-menu special at Shorty’s for the patrons who knew to ask for it. So far, not many people had ordered it. But the night was still young, and the regulars were outnumbered by the tourists who wanted to Drink Where Wyatt Earp Drank. Rainbow-colored holiday lights framed the familiar sign, complimenting the rest of the saloon’s holiday decor. Fresh garland was strung across the bar, a beautiful dark green against mahogany. Every stool had bright red bows tied to their seat backs. A bundle of mistletoe hung from the ceiling a few steps past the front double-doors.

This was Waverly’s favorite time of the year, and she happily breathed in the sweet scent of pine mingling nicely with the sharp smell of alcohol.

Humming along to the country rendition of All I Want for Christmas Is You twanging from the jukebox, Waverly filled two glass mugs to the brim with eggnog and carefully set them in front of Chrissy and Jeremy.

“Happy holidays!” Jeremy raised his mug eagerly. “Here’s to finding happiness in the new year.”

Chrissy clinked her drink against Jeremy’s. “And to Waves finally moving on with her love life.” She smirked at Waverly, who rolled her eyes.

“I have long since moved on from Champ,” Waverly insisted, adjusting the Santa hat on her head. She was quite proud that she finally had one in a shade of red that matched her Shorty’s uniform, even if it had meant ordering three different rolls of velveteen to find the right one.

“Oh yeah?” Chrissy challenged, flipping her dirty blonde hair over one shoulder. “You haven’t been on a date for at least six months. Even Jeremy’s gotten more action that you.”

“Yup.” Jeremy nodded as he sipped his drink, moaning in pleasure.

Waverly’s mouth parted. “When?”

“The other night.” He wiped a foam mustache from his upper lip and waggled his eyebrows. “Now I’m at two and three-quarter times.”

Chrissy scrunched up her nose. “You don’t want to know.”

“I wasn’t even going to ask.” Waverly shook her head and raised her hands. “Listen, guys, I’m dating.”

“Who?” Chrissy asked, closing her eyes as she took her own sip. “Jeez, Wave, you really outdid yourself this year.”

“Thank you.” Waverly smiled and curtsied. “I really think using fresh ingredients…”

“Don’t try to change the subject, Earp,” Chrissy interrupted, holding up a hand. “Just who have you dated?”

“You know,” Waverly waved a hand through the air in vague motions, “that one guy.”

Chrissy cocked her head to the side. “What guy?”

“Perry Crofte,” Waverly went with the first name that popped into her mind and then inwardly cringed.

“Perry Crofte,” Chrissy repeated, unconvinced. “Your sister’s billionaire ex who’s like a brother to you. That Perry Crofte?”

“A date’s a date,” Waverly answered lamely.

“Platonic ones don’t count,” Jeremy piped up as he polished off his nog and slapped his glass back on the countertop with a loud smack. “What?” He asked as Waverly stared at him. “It’s what you guys would say to me.”

“Fine.” Sighing, Waverly turned and was relieved to see two new customers sidling up to the other side of the bar. She smiled and waved, her usual greeting. The man smiled in response, holding up two wrinkled fingers and nodding toward the taps. Waverly gave him a thumbs up and pulled out two pint glasses.

Waverly made sure to be extra careful with the tap’s handles as she poured the beer. Gus still hadn’t gotten them fixed and they were looser than normal. “There was that time with Rosita.”

“One random, drunken kiss in a hot tub doesn’t count either,” Chrissy said. “Besides, she ran off with that Doc guy again.”

“Don’t I know it,” Waverly muttered under her breath as she served the pints to the other customers. Wynonna had gone on a rampage after she found out about Doc and Rosita. Even though Wynonna had pretended she didn’t care what her baby daddy did, Waverly had known better and spent half a week’s worth of tips on carry out and whiskey to keep her sister from doing anything (or anyone) else she’d regret.

When Waverly returned to Chrissy and Jeremy, she braced her hands wide on the bar. “Look, guys, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. I can have a date whenever I want.”

“That’s the problem,” Chrissy covered one of Waverly’s hands with her own and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You never want to.”

“That’s not true,” Waverly protested.

“It’s because you overthink things,” Jeremy added. “Even more than me, and that’s saying something.”

“No I don’t.”

“Waves, I love you, but it’s not like you’re Ms. Spontaneous or anything,” Chrissy said.

Waverly straightened up, offended. “I can be spontaneous.”

Chrissy and Jeremy each simultaneously arched one eyebrow.

“I can!” Waverly exclaimed.

Chrissy crossed her arms. “Prove it.”

“All right.” Waverly scanned the room, her green eyes darting from the newcomers at the bar, to the old regulars at the tables and the groups milling around the pool tables. Finally, her gaze settled on the bunch of green leaves and white berries suspended above the entrance.

“Okay.” Nodding, she drew herself up to her full height. All 163 centimeters of it. She could do this. “I’ll kiss the next person who walks through the door.”

“Yeah right,” Chrissy snorted. “I’ll bet $100 that you won’t.”

“You’re on.” Waverly spun on her heel and walked out from behind the bar. She would have chuckled at the way Jeremy’s jaw fell unhinged, but she was too busy forcing herself to stride toward the door. By the time she reached the mistletoe, her palms felt sweaty and a cold pit of nerves weighed down her stomach. She chanced a glance back at her friends, who had swiveled around on their stools. They watched her with a mixture of uncertainty and pride.

The swinging doors creaked behind her and Waverly froze. Oh God, she thought. What was she doing? Whoever was behind her could be some disgusting shit-ticket. Or worse. It could be Champ. She should just go back. So what if she lost some money? She clenched her fists. No, she had come this far… She closed her eyes and counted to 10, digging deep to find the willpower to just go through with it and prove her friends wrong. She opened her eyes, turned around, and…

All the air rushed out of her lungs.

Before her stood a beautiful stranger, dusting snow off her midnight blue parka. She pulled back the hood to reveal fiery red hair that curled a bit at her shoulders. The woman noticed Waverly instantly. How could she not? Waverly was standing in her way after all and staring straight at her like some creeper.

“Hello,” the woman greeted, brown eyes warm and curious as she took in Waverly’s holiday uniform. “I didn’t know Shorty’s employed Santa’s little helpers.”

“Oh.” Waverly’s hand flew up to her hat, self-consciously adjusting the faux-fur trim. “Sorry.”

The woman’s brow wrinkled. “For what?” She asked, voice gentle.

Waverly didn’t understand why it made her feel like melting. “It’s my friends.” She shook her head, so completely flustered that she was sure her even her toes were red. “They dared me to be spontaneous and so I said I’d kiss the next person who walked in,” she was rambling and she couldn’t stop, awkwardly gesturing up toward the mistletoe, “and it’s completely stupid and inappropriate and I’ll just shut up now and get out of your way.”

She wished she could run away and hide, but Gus would have her ass if she abandoned her shift. Mortified, Waverly tried to step aside, but the woman reached out and stopped her with a light hand on her elbow. “A dare, huh? For how much?”

“A hundred bucks,” Waverly nearly squeaked.

The woman’s right cheek dimpled as she half-grinned. “Split it 50/50?”

Waverly blinked at the woman, then shook her head. Had she heard right? “You’re saying…”

“Lay one on me.”

Waverly’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

“Really.” She gave a full-blown smile and Waverly’s heart throbbed.

“Okay,” Waverly exhaled. Was this really happening? She took a tentative step forward, slowly, so that the other woman could back out if she wanted to. But she didn’t. She waited patiently for Waverly to bring them toe-to-toe. The lovely stranger smelled good. Sweet. Like vanilla-dipped donuts and, God help Waverly, her mouth began to water.

She licked her lips. Still, the stranger didn’t move a muscle. Waverly had total control. The thought emboldened her. And with a spike of adrenaline-fueled courage, Waverly cupped the woman’s jaw, rocked up on the balls of her feet, and kissed her.

Warmth spread throughout Waverly’s entire body. The woman’s touch was soft and gentle and gone before Waverly could even process that the kiss had ended. She stepped backward, leaving Waverly slightly dizzy, pulse pounding in her ears.

“We good?” The woman breathed out. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but her pupils appeared dilated.

Waverly turned her head. Satisfaction surged within her at the disbelief and awe on Chrissy and Jeremy’s jaw-dropped expressions. “Perfect,” Waverly answered.

“I’m Nicole, by the way.” She held out a hand, which seemed somewhat silly given the greeting they had already given each other.

Suddenly shy, Waverly shook Nicole’s hand gently, but firmly. “Waverly.”

“Waverly Earp?”

“That’s right,” she answered, surprised.

Nicole chuckled. “I’ve heard a lot about you from my boss.”

“Who’s your…?”

The double-doors swung open again and in strolled Sheriff Randy Nedley, snowflakes dotting his black Stetson.

“Haught!” He bellowed when he saw them. “Good, you’ve met Waverly. If anyone can make you feel welcome in this town, it’s her.”

“I’ll say.” Nicole winked at Waverly, who felt her cheeks heat up even more than she thought was possible.

“Waverly, this here’s my newest deputy.” Nedley clapped Nicole on the shoulder. “Nicole Haught.”

“You’re a cop?” Waverly squeaked out. A cop named Haught… because of course.

Nicole raised her hands up in mock surrender. “Busted.”

“Hell, she might even be sheriff one day,” Nedley said. “Now, Gus tells me you’ve got my favorite special today.”

Waverly still wished she could just disappear on the spot, but she couldn’t do anything but lead Nedley and Nicole back to the bar where Chrissy and Jeremy continued to look shell-shocked. Chrissy shook it off and greeted her father with a peck on the cheek.

Nedley introduced everyone while Waverly made her way back behind the bar. She could feel Nicole’s eyes following her, but she patently resisted the urge to make eye contact and instead busied herself with refilling drinks. She knew Chrissy and Jeremy were dying to say something to her too, but they wouldn’t dare with the sheriff right there.

“Two specials, if you please, Waverly,” Nedley said, hat now in hand.

“What’s the special?” Nicole asked.

“Only the best damn eggnog you’ll ever have in your life!” Nedley exclaimed to the accompanying nods of Waverly’s friends.

“Oh I don’t know about that.” Waverly fought off another blush as she poured two glasses for Nicole and Nedley and handed them over. She tried not to shiver when her eyes locked with Nicole’s and their fingers brushed.

“Don’t be so modest.” Chrissy waved her off and batted her eyelashes at Nicole. “You know she makes it from scratch.”

“Impressive.” Nicole smiled, bringing the cup to her mouth. Waverly never thought she could be jealous of an inanimate object and yet here she was. Nicole took a sip. Her eyes instantly widened. “Wow.”

“Amazing, right?” Jeremy chirped.

“Definitely.” Nicole nodded, her gaze settling back on Waverly. “But, I think the sugar I got earlier was sweeter.”

Waverly’s lips tingled from sensory memory and more heat flooded her cheeks. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t spontaneously combusted yet.

Nedley, confused, just shrugged up his shoulders and chucked a thumb at one of the tables. “We’ll be taking these over there,” he said. “You have a good rest of the evening. Don’t drink too much now.” He kissed Chrissy’s cheek. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”

“Bye dad,” Chrissy said. When they were out of earshot, she whirled back around, gaping. “Holy shit!”

Waverly only smirked in return, hoping it would cover up how utterly discombobulated she still felt. “I’ll take my payout in small denominations, thank you very much.”

“Get me a beer, you crazy bitch.” Chrissy pulled out her wallet and started counting out bills.

“Coming right up.” Chuckling, Waverly walked to the cask. She picked up a glass and couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding once again toward Nicole.

The gorgeous deputy smiled at her, raising her eggnog in a silent toast. Waverly smiled back, heart sprinting, not paying attention as she pulled on the tap a little too hard.

And it burst.

#wayhaught #waverly earp #nicole haught #wynonna earp #mistletoe au

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homoerotic-swordplay · 4 years ago

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I’m continuing my liveblog of The Untamed because its been over a year since I started and I’m still gay and alone:

Episode 9-

-I would just like to preface this continuation by saying I have rolled around in the wiki and read half the novel at this point so my love for some characters has skyrocketed and I am slightly unhinged. *cough JMY cough cough*

-Scared Huaisang... my beloved....

-“Wei Ying you can’t just kill everyone” “well whats your great idea then?”

-Wen Qing...... please marry me..... /please/

-*insert thriller joke here* but seriously that lady with the basket be wildin’

- they way they both look at LWJ when they realize the silencing spell is lifted is so fucking cute bye

-ah.... how I wish Wen Qing could have been part of the Gusu scooby gang from the beginning. She’s just so smart and brave and perfect and strong and courageous and-

- I’m sorry but WWX getting distracted mid sentence when LWJ runs behind him is great directing

-what if we kissed in the ominous forest fog.. 👉🏼👈🏼 haha... unless?

-“Obviously it’s making use of my wisdom” ahdbdjsndhdjdndnd i love you you damn idiot

-I would like to personally thank this scene for all the close ups and glamour shots of the main 2 and their outfits.

-pfffffttt the prop bird

-BABY BABY look at A-Yuan little babyyyyyyy

-“I hope things won’t go wrong anymore” Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

-God I love these 3 stupid idiots. And the two responsible ones just staying back to talk business.

-Nie Huaisang pro bird hunter at it again.

-Ugh WWX is so smart, like I will never get over that. He just knows so much and plays the fool and is so chaotic but his mind Is FULL full to the brim. I just love him. LWJ would never settle for less than the perfect man.

-his robes have so many textures why did the costume department go so hard they all look so good but my Goth King reigns supreme.

-i’m sorry but Yibo’s face even when he’s panicked... he’s so handsome.... such a lovely role for him to play 🥺

-Jiang Cheng being with the two of them helping and seeing all those bodies like “damn is this a normal thing for the two of you?”

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #grandmaster of demonic cultivation #liveblogging

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imgonnabeyourbubblegumwitch · 8 years ago